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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
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Little Tina's Playtime Lovers
By Harry Baxter
Chapter 1
There was no avoiding Tina Rogers once she walked into a
room. She stood six foot three inches, and had long, jet black
hair that fell straight past her waist, brushing the tops of her
buttocks. Her long straight hair made her look even taller than
she was, and to this she added boots or platform shoes with a
three or four inch heel. Yes, she stood out in a crowd, but not
only because of her height. Her tell frame was covered with the
juiciest arrangement of flesh any man could hope for. Her breasts
we large and firm and didn't need a bra to hold them up, her waist
was slim and her hips full-fleshed and very, very suggestive.
Today she wore a halter-top that let the bottom of her
breasts swing free, and exposed her middle to the bright sunshine.
She also wore a pair of faded dungaree shorts that started about
four inches below her cute navel. They ended just an inch or two
below her crotch--the crotch that had driven men to do dangerous
and foolish things. Her legs were golden tan from the sun. She
was sitting in a swing made from some rope and an old, worn-out
tire. She swung back and forth from the branch of an ancient,
gnarled oak, swinging her legs so that her bare toes brushed the
top of the neatly manicured grass.
"Hey Peter," she called gaily. "Peter, come here and swing
me. I haven't done this since I was seven."
Peter, tall and bronzed, rose from his lawn chair and walked
around behind her.
"I'd rather swing with you than swing you," he said, placing
his hands on her full, rounded ass and pushing forward, sending
her soaring up towards the outstretched, leafy branches of the
giant oak.
Tina swung back to Peter, and again he pushed her forward and
upward, making sure to get a generous handful of her ass. They
were alone today at Peter Jamison's Long Island estate which he
had inherited from his parents. He usually spent all summer here
and always invited friends to stay for a couple of days or weeks,
whatever. The estate rolled over 60 acres and had it's own dock
for sail and powerboats.
Tina swung back and forth, feeling the wind against her face
lifting her long hair, sending if flying in all directions. The
wind also lifted the edges of Tina's halter and Peter could see a
flash of breast, a hint of cherry-red nipple as the wind toyed
with the edges of Tina's lacy frock. Back and forth, higher and
higher Tina swung with Peter pushing her. At the top of each
swing she kicked her long legs up high, almost touching the leaves
of the tree with her big toe, making no attempt to keep her frock
from billowing out and baring her breasts to the winds and the
skies.
With each trip of the swing Peter got more and more turned
on. He was grabbing a handful of her ass each time she passed him
and he wanted more. On her next swing by him Peter reached out
and quickly undid one of the snaps at the back of Tina's halter.
She squealed as he did it, but again she kicked up her legs as she
approached the branches of the giant oak, letting her now partly
loose halter swing free. Peter waited patiently for Tina to make
the return swing, and this time he managed to free another of the
three snaps. Tina squealed again, laughing as she made the
upswing and kicking her legs up again.
This time the halter new up in Tina's face, entirely baring
her breasts. Peter Watched with his mouth open as Tina's breasts
rolled back and forth, their rich, red nipples becoming sharp and
pointed. Tina pushed the halter back down but it didn't do any
good because as she swung by Peter he undid the last of the snaps
and the halter fell away, floating in the air current created by
Tina's swinging and falling to the ground.
Slowly Tina slowed her swinging down. Her breasts rolling
back and forth as she swung through the warm summer air felt good.
She looked around for Peter but couldn't see him. Still on the
swing she undid the snaps of her dungaree shorts and squirmed out
of them tossing them in the air and letting them float off. The
smooth rubber tire felt good against her bare ass as she continued
swinging and looking for Peter.
She swung back and forth, her head thrown back looking up at
the leaves above, letting her hair fly wildly in the breeze when
she suddenly felt Peter's hands grab her and pull her from her
comfortable seat. She fell to the ground and wrestled with him,
trying to break free from his grip. She felt him flip her over,
and for the first time she looked at him and saw that he had shed
his clothes.
"So you went and hid behind the tree." she laughed, breaking
from his grip and running across the lawn.
Wordlessly, he pursued her and again caught her and pulled
her to the ground. They rolled over and over in the soft grass,
he entangled in her long, smooth, muscular legs. She wrapped her
legs around him firmly and locked them together, trapping him.
Peter struggled vainly, but he couldn't break loose. He continued
squirming and managed to turn himself around so that he was facing
her. Now his mouth was right at the patch of black hair behind
which her sweet slit was hidden.
He lashed out with his tongue, poking through the hair and
running his wet, pink, tongue up and down her cunt-lips. He felt
a shudder run through her body and he felt the grip of her legs
around his waist loosen, but this time he didn't try to break
free. He continued lapping his tongue up and down in long
leisurely strokes. From bottom to top and from top to bottom,
very slowly, keeping an even tempo.
Tina lay back, completely relaxed now, supporting herself on
her elbows. Her head rocked from left to right as she fell deeper
and deeper under the spell of Peter's slow, rhythmic lapping at
her cunt. Her long hair swept back and forth, brushing through
the grass. Her legs had locked themselves first but were now
spread wide open to receive Peter's tantalizing, teasing tongue.
Her buttocks alternately squeezed tight and then relaxed,
pulsating to the rhythm of Peter's licking.
Tina felt the pressure beginning to build, and now she slid
forward, trying to get Peter's tongue into her twat deeper, but
Peter pulled back, keeping his tongue only at the doorway to her
pleasure hole. Now Tina started moving up and down in the
direction opposite to the one Peter was working in. Her body
shuddered as she got more and more excited. She brought her thin,
long-fingered hands to her breasts and squeezed them slightly.
They were full and ripe and her cool fingers felt good against her
hot breasts. Her nipples were hard, and their points were tender
to the touch. Slowly she dragged her hands across her breasts,
one finger at a time, lingering a little each time one of her
fingernails reached her aching nipples.
Her breath became more and more shallow as Peter speeded up
the movements of his tongue. She groaned softly as she felt
herself relinquish control of her body and felt the orgasm welling
up and taking over her consciousness.
"Now, Peter, now," she whispered, summoning up all her
strength to utter those three words.
Her prayers were answered as Peter suddenly shot his tongue
out and poked it deep into her honey pot, licking the sweet,
fragrant juices that surged through her roaring cunt. Peter felt
her body buck and toss as she came again and again while he made
circular motions inside of her, wrapping his tongue around her
clit, and pulling on it; poking his tongue deep into her slit and
running it up and down the back wall. She pressed her crotch
against his face, trying to swallow his entire head with her
orifice.
"Take me, Peter, take me," she cooed as she felt the first
waves of orgasm fading away. She fell flat on her back and spread
her legs.
Peter advanced further up her body on all fours. His dick
was firm and ready to do its worst on Tina's body. He crawled
forward slowly, his pink prick pointing forward. Their faces were
even now, and he leaned down to kiss Tina. She took his mouth and
poked her tongue into it, still tasting the remnants of her
juices. She loved the taste and she ran her tongue around his
clockwise and counter clockwise, licking the last few drops of her
pussy juice that Peter hadn't swallowed.
She felt his hands on her breasts, grabbing them firmly and
squeezing them, bringing her relaxed nipples back to erection.
Her legs were spread apart as far as she could stretch them, so
far that her cunt-lips had poked through the dense swatch guarding
them. The edges of her pussy-lips were pink and glistening with
the juices of her first orgasm. She could feel the tip of his
prick dangling low enough to barely kiss her cunt-lips, she
wrapped her arms around him and tried to pull himself up, to
swallow his delicious tool.
She squirmed under him, rubbing her breasts against his hairy
chest and feeling his prick swing back and forth just touching and
tantalizing her anxious cunt. Slowly he lowered himself onto her,
letting his cock sink into her twat a little at a time, rationing
out the pleasure, so that she didn't come too soon. First the
head of his prick sank into her cunt--she sighed--then a little
bit of the shaft--she groaned--then he let a little more sink in--
she whimpered, and finally he shoved it all the way in, battering
the back wall of her twat.
"Aaarrgh," she cried, bucking and convulsing under him.
And now he started in earnest, pushing and pulling, tugging
and shoving, in and out, over and over again, with smooth even
strokes. He felt the waves of pleasure wash over his body. Tina
was, moving with him, grinding their hips together, feeling his
chest slam against her breasts. Again and again, he didn't let
up. Tina's mouth fell wide open, but she was paralyzed and
couldn't scream the scream of pleasure that she so wanted to let
out.
Suddenly she felt a drop of his sweet juices flow from his
prick. Peter was about to come, and the drop sent her reeling
into the netherworld where she was feeling so much that she could
feel nothing. But Peter slowed down, he wasn't ready to come yet,
but Tina couldn't last any longer, her body circuits overloaded
she tried to scream but only a gurgle emerged from her throat, and
her body became stiff as a board as she lost control of herself
and lay panting below Peter as he continued plunging his cock in
and out of her, not giving her a moment's rest and getting her
body churning again.
For a moment Tina's body relaxed. Her toes unclenched and
she eased her grip on Peter's back. The hot, pink flush that had
spread across her chest retreated slightly, but only for a moment
as she felt the passion stirring in her again under Peter's
continued assault. Her breathing became shallow again and her
body ached for more as Peter continued his plunging. She cried
softly as she felt him continue, she craved the juices that were
stored up in his body and were just waiting for the chance to
spill freely into her waiting crevice. She hungered to feel the
source of life which was within Peter's body rush furiously into
hers, she needed more than the drop or two that he had carelessly
allowed to escape into her a few moments ago, she wanted pints,
quarts gallons, oceans, of Peter to pour into her and take over
her body.
"Owwaarrgh," Peter groaned as his body went stiff. He could
hardly move, he had lost control of the finely toned machine that
was his body and now all the tensions that had built up would rush
madly out of his body and fill Tina's to overflowing. Tina knew
what was going to happen now and she laughed as she shifted her
legs, but before she could move them more than an inch Peter's
body arched and she felt his semen roar into her gully like a
flash flood, drowning her clitoris, rushing into her womb and
filling it and overflowing to mingle through the thick patch of
hair that became sticky now as Peter's juices coated them.
Slowly, very slowly, Peter started recovering from his
orgasm. He rolled off Tina and lay beside her, smiling at her as
he watched her reached into her cunt and scoop up the semen which
was beginning to drip out. She licked her fingers, which she had
poked into her pussy and offered them to Peter who tasted his own
semen, too. It was sweet and sticky, and there was plenty of it.
"You should bottle it and sell it," Tina whispered to him as
they lay in the shade of the tree.
"I've had offers," Peter smiled, watching as Tina now put
both her hands to her twat to catch the juices that were dripping
out. Both her hands were coated and she put them to her breasts,
smearing them with her sticky hands in large circular motion. Her
breasts glistened as she spread the liquid over them, and then
poked into her crack for another handful of the gooey goodies
which Peter had squirted into her. Slowly and methodically she
continued painting her body until she was covered from head to
toe, smiling at Peter as he rested and watched her.
She threw her head, brushing all of her hair behind her and
then lay down on Peter, her glistening sticky body, clinging to
his, as they dozed off in the shade of the giant oak.
As Peter dozed he saw images of the days gone by flash
through his mind, the day, in particular, that he'd first met Tina
Rogers.
He'd heard a lot about her, but had never met her. He, Peter
Jamison, spent a lot of time on the party circuit, and had
attended more than just a few orgies. All of his money had been
inherited, so he didn't have to do much by the way of work--just
keep an eye on the lawyers and accountants. And at every orgy
he'd heard the same thing over and over again, "you haven't been
to an orgy until you've been to one with Tina Rogers."
He'd gotten intrigued by this build-up and started looking
forward to the day he finally ran into her. A couple of months
ago he'd been invited to an orgy and his hosts, Julie and Fred
Miner, had told him that Tina Rogers would be there. And that was
all the invitation he needed.
"Do you know anything about her?" Peter asked Julie.
"Not really. I know she's been to college and that she
worked as a nurse for a while, and then as a dancer, but nobody
knows much about her, really. But what does it matter. You'll
have a bang-up time if you can nail her," Julie laughed. "But
remember," she warned, "I want you first."
"Sure," Peter replied, glad to take care of Julie if he could
only have a shot at the mysterious Tina Rogers.
The Miners really knew how to throw an orgy. They had their
own four story townhouse in the East 70's and there were plenty of
soft alcoves and hidden corners where guests could adjourn to once
they found someone of their liking. Of course, the kitchen was
well stocked with food and booze and there was always grass, hash
and coke to be had. Unlike many other hosts, the Miners never
rushed anyone to leave, guests could stay overnight or for a few
days if they wanted to, there was plenty of room and plenty of
loving.
The Miners usually invited a dozen or so people--four or five
men and seven or eight women, so there was always enough to go
around. When Jamison showed up at the door, Julie answered it,
and practically dragged him in before he could even smile a hello,
and before he could even shed his jacket she was in his arms,
whispering, "Kiss me, you fool."
Peter gave her a hug and kiss. It was obvious that Julie had
been drinking and smoking for a while before he'd arrived. He
surveyed the room and saw that he didn't know any of the people
there except for Fred, who waved to him and then turned his
attention to the two women he was with, both short, but one was
plump with a well rounded figure, and the other thin, with full,
prominent breasts. In a corner there was a willowy blonde wearing
a see-through blouse with nothing under it and a pair of hot-pants
that revealed a curl or two of her thatch poking around the edges
of her outfit.
The blonde had a drink in her hand, and had her other hand
firmly planted at the point where the legs of her hotpants came
together. She looked warm and content and Peter smiled at her, as
he felt Julie's hand grab his and pull him off into a corner.
"Your wonder girl, Tina Rogers isn't here yet, sweetheart, so
let's go upstairs. I've got a surprise for you," Julie whispered.
She led the way and Peter followed, to the room adjoining the
master bedroom.
"This is our surprise only Fred and I know about," she said
as she pulled a drape to reveal a one way mirror that provided a
full view of the master bedroom.
Peter looked down at Julie. She and Fred were both in their
40's, but Julie could do more to him than a 24-year old. She was
five foot four inches and had a perfect figure, with breasts that
still had the firmness of a teenager's, a tiny waist and full,
lush hips that housed the prettiest pussy in town.
Before she'd met Fred, Julie had been the highest priced call
girl in town, and anyone who'd had her said she gave the best blow
job in the world. Julie was retired now and it was only Fred and
a few close friends who got to enjoy her skills now.
Julie stood in front of Peter watching Fred and his two
friends getting ready to swing into action. Peter looked at Julie
and felt his dock rising. Tonight she wore only a sheer tank-top
and a handkerchief sized micro-skirt that revealed the bottoms of
her well rounded buttocks. They both watched as Fred stripped and
flexed his muscles, while the two women slipped out of their
clothing, very seductively wiggling and squirming across the room.
They could see Fred getting turned on, as the two girls did a
little dance across the room, letting their breasts swing free.
They pushed Fred down on the bed and climbed on top of him, the
plump playmate squatting over Fred's face and teasing his mouth
with her pussy, snatching it away and pushing his head down, each
time he tried to stretch up for a bite.
The slim dish meanwhile was busying herself with Fred's
tantalizing tool, running her tongue up and down and poking the
tip of her tongue into the little hole atop Fred's weapon.
Suddenly the curtains snapped shut. For a moment Peter was
startled. The room was dark and he could hardly see anything. He
had been very engrossed in the scene being played out on the other
side of the mirror and had made a mental note that he'd have to
have a shot at the slim creature who was eating Fred.
"Enough looking, lover boy. Let's have some action," Julie
breathed is she stepped out of her tiny skirt. She had already
pulled off her tank-top and now stood stark naked before Peter.
She rotated her hips slightly, beckoning to him with the thick
patch of red hair that looked like it wag almost stuffed into her
cunt.
Peter took the hint and undressed while Julie went to the bed
and arranged herself, turning first this way and then that,
letting her ivory skin rub against the velvet sheets. She pulled
Peter down to her and gave him a long kiss, pushing her tongue
deep into his mouth and letting it curl around his tongue. His
cock hardened, and he tried to push Julie down on the bed, but she
fought him, staying on top of him and kissing his entire body,
working her way down from his mouth to his chest.
"I'm gonna suck you dry, you big mother-fucker," she breathed
as she took his weapon into her mouth and started tonguing its
shaft. Suddenly Peter felt very hot, he felt his cock twitch and
he felt that he was losing control. Peter gritted his teeth
together and tried to control himself, but he couldn't. Julie was
still the best blow job in town and now she was extracting his
semen from his against his will.
"I'm thirsty, you mother-fucker. Don't fight me, I can make
you come any time I want," she breathed while still holding his
cock in her mouth.
She switched tactics. She stopped sucking and now started
biting gently all along his hot shaft, and then abruptly she
sucked again, and this time, Peter couldn't hold back. Suddenly
he felt Julie open her mouth even wider than it had been and
swallow his entire shaft, just as it started spurting its sweet
semen down the gorge of her throat. She gurgled happily as she
felt his juice sloshing in her mouth and spilling down her gullet.
God, he tasted good.
She let the lower part of his shaft slip from her mouth and
clamped her fingers around it, shutting off the flow. Under her,
Peter lay half-dead wondering what Julie held in store for him.
He found out very quickly.
Still keeping her fingers clamped around his dick, Julie
scampered around and put the head of his cock against the small
opening of her ass. Peter felt the head of his prick penetrate
the opening slightly, and then Julie released his cock, letting it
spurt the rest of its load into her eager ass, letting it
lubricate the tiny hole so that his massive weapon would slide
smoothly into her tight little asshole. She sat on him and rode
him up and down, up and down, as she'd seen movie cowboys do, only
instead of a horse, she had a stud, a super stud under her, and
his big dick was firm and strong and it penetrated her ass so deep
that she could almost feel his cock poking into her stomach.
The faster she rode him, the more she could feel the pressure
building inside of her until she could stand it no more.
Suddenly, without warning, she went catatonic--all of the energy
in her body slipped away and she surrendered to her orgasm,
shaking and shuddering, her mouth wide open but unable to release
a sound.
Lying under her, Peter could almost feet her tight little
sphincter twisting his cock off as it clenched and unclenched
spasmodically, forcing him to come again, and squirt his come deep
into Julie's ass. She slipped off of him as his cock shrank back
to normal, and lay beside him, his arm around her panting.
"I can still give a hell of a ride, can't I lover boy?" she
asked between gasps.
"If you were still making me pay for it, you could still
charge the highest rate, hot-pants," Peter complimented her as he,
too, took a few moments to regain his breath.
As they lay there, the door opened and Peter caught a glimpse
of the thin bombshell who had been eating Fred earlier. Following
closely behind her was a tall, beautiful woman and it didn't take
Peter a minute to figure out that this was the Tina Rogers he had
been waiting for.
"Oh, I didn't realize someone was in here," the shorter woman
exclaimed.
"That's all right, honey," Julie spoke up. "I was just
leaving. Tina, I want you to meet Peter Jamison. Peter, Tina."
Peter was staring at Tina intently. She was wearing a
shortie frock that barely covered her hips, and made her long,
long legs look even longer.
"Hi," Peter said.
"Hello," Tina replied, coolly.
"Peter, this is Donna Gerea," she said, distracting Peter for
a moment. He turned and nodded to her, but was still peering
intently at Tina.
"Donna, why don't you come with me, sweetheart, and let these
two get acquainted. I'm sure you want a drink," Julie hinted,
getting out of bed and taking Donna by the hand, and leading her
to the door. Donna looked disappointed, but followed obediently.
"You two kids have fun now," Julie laughed as she towed Donna
out of the room. The door closed with a loud click. Wordlessly,
Tina turned and walked to the door and threw the bolt, locking the
room. She stood for a moment in the shadow of the door. Peter
could see that three of the buttons on her frock were already
opened, and now he saw Tina reach for the fourth button and pop
that one open, too. Then the fifth button--and the six--and the
seventh. Peter could see her large firm breasts and the expanse
of tanned, olive skin that stretched from between those breasts
down to her navel. Very slowly and deliberately, taking another
step forward, she popped the eighth button open, and then the
last.
Almost as if she were bored, Tina stretched her arms out and
pulled the frock open, sliding her hands out of the armholes and
letting the frock slide down her long and slender legs to the
floor. She stood before him now, a vast expanse of olive skin,
except for her cherry-red nipples that were perched at the points
of her rounded breasts. Only one thing, remained hidden and that
was the pleasure spot, still behind a pair of flowered bikini-
panties that really didn't hide a thing. She put both her hands
to her waist and moved them down spreading the bikini's waistband
and sliding it over her hips and letting it slip to the floor.
Her right arm snaked out and hit the light switch returning to
darkness the room in which Peter had just fucked Julie.
"Ready fm more?" Tina asked Peter, who was still reclining in
the bed taking in the sight of the magnificent specimen of
womanhood who had just undraped herself.
"Whenever you are, my love," he answered, shifting to give
Tina room to lie down.
"Jesus," she said, "I'm horny as hell, don't play with me,
just fuck me to death.
Peter could feel her hand reaching out and encircling his
cock. The performance Tina had made out of undressing had turned
him on again, and he was ready, willing and able to scramble her
brains with his cock. It was as if he and Julie hadn't done a
thing.
"Fuck me, lover boy, fuck me," she breathed as Peter tolled
over and covered her body with his. She had stretched her legs in
a split, much as ballerinas do, and her gash protruded from her
crotch. Her cunt lips were wide open, and Peter could see a thin
film of pussy juice along the pink ridge of her cunt lips. She
tugged on his cock and pulled it to her, inserting its tip into
her and pulling Peter down on top of her so his prick slid all the
way home to the back of her gash.
Despite her size, Tina had a nice, snug cunt, Peter
discovered, not small by any means, but warm and tight. She
wrapped her arms around him to hold him still while she moved
under him, so despite the fact that he was on top of her, it was
she who was fucking him. Up and down, up and down, she tossed and
moved doing all the work. Peter marveled at the strength in her,
and at the smooth, yet tantalizingly rough cunt walls that were
sending shivers of pleasure racing through his body.
"Let loose, come on man, squirt into me," she gasped, still
tossing Peter up and down. "I'm coming, I'm ..."
Peter felt her body convulse, and then felt his own bodily
tensions go over the crest and he could feel himself squirting
into her. He could also feel the walls of her cunt contracting
and wringing every last drop of his semen out of his cock. He'd
never felt anything like it.
The rest of the evening was lost in a blur. He was hot for
Tina, and although he made it with two or three other women, it
was Tina he really wanted. He pursued her all night long and at
last she promised to come out to his estate for a visit.
The sleep wore away and Peter could see that Tina had been
awake for a while. As a matter of fact she had been sucking his
cock for a while, too, while he was still off in slumberland. His
dick was only partially hard, but when he was fully awake, it
stiffened to its full glory very quickly.
Tina climbed over his legs and straddled them revealing the
hungry lips of her cunt.
"My daddy was in the Army and he always said, "If it moves,
fuck it!" Tina laughed as she neatly tucked his dong into her and
started moving up and down, feeling his swollen cock stimulating
the walls of her slit.
"Your daddy was a very wise man," Peter said as he watched
the Amazon fuck the daylights out of him.
It didn't take long before both of them came again, their
juices intermingling in Tina's hot little cunt. And then, again,
they collapsed like balloons from which the air had been released.
They rested for a few moments, And then Tina rose.
"I'm gonna shower and head back for the city," she said to
Peter.
"But you said you'd stay for a couple of weeks," he
complained to her, "you've only been here for one."
"I know, but I gotta get back to work," she smiled.
"You never told me what you do," Peter countered, still
mystified by this beautiful woman who seemed to have no visible
means of support.
"Oh, I do a little of this and a little of that," she smiled.
"What's the big secret?" Peter asked.
"Nothing," she grinned as they walked back to the house. "I
kinda wander here and there and get some bread together, that's
all."
"Come on, what do you really do?"
"Nothing, lover boy," she smiled, "I'm an orgiast, and you
can look that up in the dictionary."
Chapter 2
Peter kept trying to get the truth out of Tina, but she just
laughed and put him off as they showered and dressed. As Tina was
getting ready to leave, he tried to get amorous gain, but as
willing as Tina was for a fucking as good as Peter could give her,
she dodged this attempt. She had another appointment to keep, and
she didn't want to be too tired when she got there.
Peter pursued her, and finally let her go when she promised
to come back next month. Meanwhile she slipped behind the wheel
of her MG and settled in for the drive back to the city. Tonight,
Tina thought, was going to be the big night. Tonight's orgy, was
going to establish her reputation. Everyone who was anyone would
be there, and tonight they'd all know about Tina Rogers, the
greatest of them all.
Driving the long miles to the city was a bore and Tina let
her mind wander as her car rolled over the miles of concrete that
led back to the city and her big assignment--the biggest of her
career. She thought back to her first introduction to sex. That
too had been at an orgy, though she was too young and naive to
fully, understand an orgy or what it was, but she sure as hell
did. Yes, those were the days, when sex was still a mystery,
before she had decided to become an orgiast. But that first
experience had really turned her on. She was in her senior year
in high school, just seventeen years old, and still gangly and
awkward, but her beauty was beginning to reveal itself. She had
already grown almost to her full height, the result of which was
twofold; first, she was taller than most of the boys so she didn't
have many dates, and second, she was on the 1 basketball team.
Most of the girls were just discovering sex, and in the
locker room after games there was always a bit of good-natured
teasing as the girls compared their still-budding breasts, and the
scrawny patches of hair that were beginning to grow between their
legs. Several of the girls had experienced sex, but Tina hadn't--
not until the end of the first semester when her coach, Joan
Willis, asked her to stay after practice. Tina didn't quite know
what to expect, especially when the coach added, "and don't get
dressed after your shower."
Tina went into the shower with the rest of the girls and
washed herself and dried herself as they did, but instead of
getting dressed as they did, Tina wrapped a towel around herself
and walked into the coach's office.
"Hey, relax Tina, honey," Joan started, "I'm not going to
ball you out or anything, but I just wanted to have a look at you
and make sure that you were all right. Why don't you take off
your towel and sit down in that lounge chair."
Tina smiled, relieved that everything Was okay and that the
coach wasn't upset at her playing.
Joan Willis had been a professional gymnast and her body,
which was superbly fashioned, was very well muscled, every one of
those muscles hidden by the curves of he super-feminine body. She
was sitting at her desk, and after comforting Tina and offering
her a seat, she stood up, and watched for a moment as Tina let the
towel drop from her young body, still damp from the shower.
Joan was wearing a gray sweatshirt over navy shorts and now
she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and flexed her arms back,
pushing her firm, muscled breasts forward. Tina watched her coach
because she had never seen her in the nude before. Joan stooped
slightly and pushed the shorts down her firm, well-shaped legs and
let them slip all the way down. Tina looked at the triangle of
golden hair that curled around and around Joan's crotch. Her
coach was a beautiful woman, and Tina hoped to be that beautiful,
too, someday. But now she felt uncomfortable. She felt a
twitching, a nervousness. Her eyes were riveted at her coach's
slit. The hair around it was the same golden color as the hair on
her head, and through the silky color, Tina could see a faint pink
slit, not unlike hers.
"Don't be uncomfortable honey," Joan cooed. "We're both
adults--women--and we don't have to hide our bodies from each
other. I've seen you in the nude while you showered so its only
fair that you should see me too, isn't it?
Tina nodded as Joan walked around the desk toward her.
"You're a very pretty girl, you know that?" Joan asked.
"Thanks coach," Tina said, trying her best to relax and
return the smile Joan had given her.
"Why don't you call me Joan," the coach started. "We can be
friends. Actually I invited you here so that I could examine you
and make sure you were all right, so why don't you lean back in
the chair and let it tilt back so I can have a look at you, okay
sweetheart?"
Tina leaned back and the lounge chair reclined all the way.
She looked up and saw Joan smiling at her, but somehow she felt
very anxious and felt a pressure building up in her. Joan
separated her legs, and before Tina knew what was happening, she
felt the coach's hand poking through the irregular patch of hair
that had just begun to grow between her legs.
Suddenly the feeling of unease and apprehension went away.
Tina felt warm all over, and felt her body growing hotter and
hotter despite the fact that the locker room was usually quite
chilly. She also felt Joan's hand poke through the hair and reach
for the tiny lips of her pussy and spread them apart ever so
gently. Tina felt her hips moving upward almost involuntarily
toward her coach's hand. Joan's hand moved higher up the slit,
until she reached the tiny clitoris, and then, very carefully, she
pinched it between her fingers and twisted it very gently, right
to left, left to right and around and around.
Tina didn't know quite what was happening, but she knew that
she liked it. She also knew that she had trouble breathing as she
felt the pressure build and build within her body. This was like
nothing she had ever known before. She twisted and turned,
rubbing her bare skin against the rich leather of the lounge
chair, tossing like a? bronco, but being very careful not to get
away from the hand of her coach.
Rockets started going off in her head and she felt her pussy
suddenly get wet and a giant heat wave pass over her entire body
and then disappear completely, leaving her lying spent on the
chair, a thin film of sweat covering her entire body and a
strange, wet, sticky juice covering her pussy hair and her thighs.
"Well, Tina, I think you'd better have another shower and
then get dressed, and I'll see you at practice tomorrow," Joan
said.
"Sure, coach, I mean Joan," Tina smiled still a little shaky.
She pulled herself up and as she rose, Joan offered her a
hand to help her and then embraced her in a long hug. Tina had
never felt anything like it before and quickly made her way back
to the showers.
By the time she finished showering and dressing the light was
out in Joan's office, but as she was leaving she heard a sound in
the coach's office. She peered through the darkness and could see
Joan lying on the lounge chair just as Tina had. Joan had both of
her hands buried deep in her golden triangle. Her body was moving
unevenly. Tina felt frightened and unsure of herself and left
quickly.
Several times more Joan asked Tina to stay, and several times
she asked other girls on the team to stay. Tina wasn't quite sure
what it all meant, and she was afraid to ask. One day, just
before the Christmas break one of the other girls who had been
asked to stay approached Tina just as they were leaving the locker
room after practice. Her name was Candy and she was only slightly
friendly with Tina. The only thing Tina knew about her for sure
was that she wasn't a virgin and that she masturbated a lot, at
least that's what she always talked about in the locker room.
Once Candy proved that she wasn't a virgin by lying down on a
bench and pulling her legs wide apart so that everyone could see
that she had lost her virginity.
"Hey Tina," Candy began. "Joan and her husband are having a
little party at their place Saturday night, wanna come?"
"What kind of party?" Tina asked.
"Oh, just a little one, just you and me and Buck Jones and
Joan and Roy, he's Joan's husband," Candy replied.
"What's going to happen.
"Come along and find out, baby," Candy laughed, "you'll
really enjoy it." She put her hand around Tina's ass and squeezed
it slightly and winked.
"Sure, why not?" Tina said slowly, thinking about the hint
Candy had dropped. Yes, why not, she thought to herself.
"Good, I'll pick you up at eight," Candy said as she headed
for her next class.
Tina wasn't sure what to wear to the "party" so she wore a
simple semi-dressy frock. She was glad when Candy arrived to pick
her up and was wearing something similar. Tina tried to draw
Candy out about what would happen, but Candy remained mum. She
had heard about Buck Jones, the black star of the football team,
but didn't know much about him. She heard the same kind of rumors
that everyone else had heard, that he had gotten a couple of girls
pregnant and that he had slept with many more, but before she
could reflect on the "party" any more, they arrived at the
apartment house where Roy and Joan Willis lived.
The door was opened by a tall, handsome man, someone who
looked like a former athlete.
"Hi darling," he said quickly to Candy, "who have you brought
for us tonight?"
"This is Tina Rogers, meet Roy Willis."
"Oh yes, Joan told me all about you Tina, come in, let me
take your coats," he said. "Your outfits are ready in the guest
room."
Tina followed Candy not knowing what to expect. As they
walked into the guest room, Candy held up two tiny robes.
"Which one would you like?" Candy asked Tina, "and will you
unzip me?"
Tina pulled Candy's zipper down, and selected the red and
yellow robe. Candy didn't say anything more to her, but simply
continued undressing, shedding her bra, panties and stockings.
Tina had seen Candy in the nude before, when they had both dressed
and undressed in the locker room, but somehow Candy's body looked
differently in the dim light of the small guest bedroom. She was
much shorter than Tina and had a well-formed body with generous
round breasts. Her stomach was flat and hard and the triangle of
hair between her legs was dark and rich.
Tina started undressing too, watching Candy as Candy donned
the blue robe that barely covered her snatch. Tina slipped the
robe over her body, subconsciously compared her own body to
Candy's. Tina was much taller than Candy and her breasts were
higher and firmer, but Candy's were larger. Candy's legs were a
little on the plump side, but Tina's were longer and more shapely.
Tina's pussy was still visible through the fringe of hair that had
started to grow around it, and Candy had a thick curly snatch.
Tina let her mind wander for a moment to how it would feel to run
her fingers through Candy's garden and briefly pulled her finger
through her own triangle, but she quickly took her hand away and
straightened the tiny robe on her body so that it almost covered
her slit.
"C'mon honey, let's meet the gang," Candy said leading the
way back to the living room.
Tina followed along to the living room when they found Roy
looking through the bedroom door watching Joan and Buck on the
bed.
"Buck's been here for a couple of hours and Joan was kind of
horny, so I told them to go ahead," Roy said by way of
explanation. "We've got something special planned for you later,
Tina honey, so why don't you make yourself comfortable while Candy
and I loosen up a bit."
Candy giggled and Tina could see that Roy had already gotten
a hand under her robe and was running his hand around her ass.
Candy and Roy headed back to the guest room leaving Tina at the
door. Tina turned her gaze towards Joan and Buck. She was
startled for a moment at the sight of the two of them on the bed,
Buck was so black and Joan was so white that their bodies
contrasted sharply. Joan was on her knees bending over Buck who
was lying flat on his back, squirming slightly, but with a huge
grin on his face. Joan had her face in his crotch and Tina
couldn't see his cock because Joan had somehow managed to swallow
all of it. Now she was letting it out of her mouth a little at a
time.
When it was all out of her mouth, she squatted over his
massive tool and lowered herself onto it, riding up and down
gently, letting it ream her cunt thoroughly. Tina had never seen
anything like it before and she watched fascinated not even aware
that her own body was getting hot and that she was breaking out in
a sweat despite the fact that she was wearing practically nothing.
Joan rode up and down on the massive shaft that she was sifting
on, and Buck arched his back so that his tool would be forced
deeper into Joan. As Joan came down and Buck pushed up, their
hips came together in a soft slap, a slap that quickly became
rhythmic, like the beat of a metronome. Again and again, her pale
white skin crashed softly into his shiny black skin and there was
a soft slap, slap, slap.
Joan started groaning softly at first and then louder as she
continued riding the stud beneath her, the soft steady slap, slap,
slap of their bodies merging continued until Joan could take it no
more and suddenly, quickly, it was all over. Tina listened and
watched as she heard Joan's strangled cry and saw her shudder
paralyzed as she blew her load. She could also see that Buck had
come and that some of his juices were overflowing and dripping out
of Joan's cunt, and dribbling down her legs.
The two rolled over and disentangled their bodies and rested
for a moment. Tina, still perched in the doorway, had never had
sex before but now she wanted it, craved it and felt she couldn't
wait another moment for it. Her virgin cunt was aching for a
shaft to split it open and teach her about the pleasures of life.
Joan motioned for Tina to come into the room, so she stepped
through the doorway, letting her robe fall open as she approached
the bed with the two spent lovers, panting and regaining their
breath. She slipped the robe over her shoulders and let it glide
to the floor as she advance to the foot of the bed, standing
before them, silently offering them her body. Buck's body
glistened with sweat as he lay smiling up at her.
Wordlessly, Joan motioned for Buck to leave the room and when
he did, she offered his spot to Tina who had remained standing,
looking down at her coach and lover. Tina got on the bed, first
her hands and then her knees advancing catlike toward where Joan
lay. She hovered above Joan, her long hair brushing Joan's
cheeks. Tina let her hair swing back and forth, and then lowered
herself to kiss loan, letting her tongue shoot into Joan's mouth
and mingle with her tongue. Joan was getting aroused again, and
though Tina didn't know what to do, she let her instincts take
over. Tina brought her chest down on top of Joan's and let their
breasts brush each other. She could almost feel sparks as their
nipples came in contact.
Tina could feel Joan's hand probing her abdomen and then past
her belly button; Joan smiled at the thought of this aggressive
young virgin, and quickly poked her fingers into her scraggly-
haired cunt and twirled her fingers through the slender strands,
working her way in to the slit and fingering the tiny, innocent
clitoris. She propped herself up on one elbow and then rolled
over, pushing Tina down on the bed and lying on top of her. Tina
was much taller than Joan and she could wrap herself entirely
around her teacher as Joan lay on her. Joan's body, still sweaty,
slipped easily over Tina's, as Joan crawled down the length of
Tina until her mouth was at her untried pleasure-hole.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," Tina cried as her body became more
and more demanding. "Now, now--"
Joan was ready, willing and able to oblige. She pulled
Tina's cunt lips apart and, with her teeth, sought out her clit
and started chewing on it very gently, getting it used to her
teeth, but Tina still wasn't satisfied.
"Eat me, bite it off," she breathed between gasps.
Tina's body was bucking and twisting wildly now, and Joan had
trouble hanging on to the clit with her teeth, so she clamped down
harder as the juices flowed from Tina's cunt, wetting Joan's face.
And then Tina couldn't take it any more, her body gyrated wildly,
just once and then went rigid as she felt herself come through the
rockets red glare and bombs bursting in the air.
The two women were equals now. Formerly Joan had been the
teacher and Tina the student, but although Tina still hadn't been
penetrated, she had had a genuine orgasm and was on the same level
as Joan.
After a brief rest, Joan took Tina by the hand and led her to
the other room. Along the way she picked up a bottle that looked
like it contained perfume. Joan led the way into the guest room,
where Buck, Roy and Candy were fucking. Tina's mouth fell open
when she saw the activity of that threesome. Candy was pinned
between Buck and Roy with her legs dangling in the air. Roy had
his cock in her cunt and Buck had shoved his into her asshole.
Candy's breath came in short spurts as both men moved in and out
reaming her thoroughly.
Joan motioned for Tina to lie down on the bed. Tina obeyed
but she couldn't take her eyes off the threesome. God, she hoped
that they would do that to her. She thought about the two immense
cocks that were at this moment drilling into Candy, oh how she
wanted them! Oh how she wanted them both at the same time!
Joan spilled some of the liquid in the bottle into her hand
and started massaging it into the sweaty pores of Tina's body.
Tina was practically unaware of what Joan was doing to her, her
eyes were riveted on tiny Candy pinned between the two huge men
who were showing her no mercy. Candy bucked and screamed as she
started coming, first at her ass and then in her gash. She was
experiencing the unheard of double pleasure and she was still
pinned and couldn't move.
Both men eased off now to let her enjoy her orgasm. First
Roy let her down to the bed and then she fell back into Buck's
arms, who held her while shudders of pleasure ran through her
body.
Now Roy turned his attention to her, lying down beside her
and running his hands slowly over her oiled body. She had never
been touched this way before and a shudder raced through her body.
"Do it, do it now," she whispered to Roy. "Fuck me hard--"
"Be patient, little one," Roy smiled.
But Tina couldn't wait, she spread her legs and pulled Roy
down on top of her, taking his tool in her hand and guiding it
into her slit. It went in a little at first and then a little
more. Then she felt her virginity break in a sharp twinge of
pain. But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of having
lost her virginity. She pushed her hips higher to take in more of
Roy, and Roy, who was being driven crazy by this ferocious young
virgin was glad to oblige. He brought all his weight down and
rammed his shaft into her cunt, pushing deep against her womb.
Tina gasped just once and then was overcome with the
sensations racing through her body. She ground her hips under Roy
making his tool wiggle and squirm inside of her. Roy pulled his
hips back and started making the slow rhythmic in and out
movements. Tina's body was supercharged. She started moving her
hips up to meet his and she heard the soft slap, slap, slap, that
she had heard earlier when she watched Buck and Joan humping.
It felt good, it felt oh so good, his cock ramming into her,
their hips slapping together felt so good that ... And then Tina
came, like a volcano. Her cunt muscles contracted gripping Roy's
cock like a vise. She could feel the muscles of Roy's tool
twitching slightly and then open up and pour into her, filling her
small slit and sloshing around.
Tina lay back, and for the first time since Roy had started
banging her she was able to look around and see what the others
were doing. Buck still had his machine in Candy's ass, but Candy
was on all fours now and Joan was under her with her tongue
vigorously working over Candy's clit, and while they were still
humping that way, Tina curled up in Roy's arms and fell asleep.
* * *
Tina snapped out of her reverie as she guided her car through
the tunnel back to the city. Her first sexual experience was
really a whiz-bang affair. She remembered that after that brief
sleep, Candy had fucked her, and later, she had been allowed to
eat Candy and Joan, so for the first time she was able to taste
what her own sweet cunt tested like.
Before that evening was through Tina had been sandwiched by
both the men and the women. First Buck and Roy had worked her
over and then Candy and Joan had taken over. Tina seemed to
recall coming a dozen times that night. Not bad for an amateur,
but she was sore as hell for a week after that little party.
The memories of her initiation had overcome her, and Tina
discovered that, as she pulled up in front of the address she was
heading for, she was sitting in a puddle of her own pussy juice.
Well, she thought, within the very next hour that anxious little
cunt of mine is going to have more than it can handle. And, she
added as an afterthought, my future will be secure.
Meanwhile, she pulled a spare pair of sheer bikini panties
out of her bulky purse and shook the wrinkles out of them. She
hiked her micro-skirt up around her waist and slipped the wet pair
down over her hips, to the floor and let them drape over the
accelerator pedal. Tina pulled a handful of paper tissues from
her purse and wiped herself dry. She also wiped the seat and then
poured two drops of perfume into the palm of her hand and massaged
it thoroughly into her crotch, stopping only when she found that
she was starting to excite herself.
She pulled the fresh panties on quickly, smoothed her skirt
and stepped from the car.
Well, Tina thought, it's now or never. And drawing a deep
breath, she walked up the cobblestone path to the door of the
well-kept brownstone and rang the bell.
Chapter 3
It took about two minutes for the door to open and Tina could
hear the sounds of the party. The music was loud, but not nearly
loud enough to mask the sounds of sex--the panting, the squealing
and the grunting. The door was answered by a handsome young stud
who was wearing a pair of bikini briefs that barely contained his
cock.
"You must be Tina," he said as he surveyed her lounging in
the doorway. His cock hardened as he watched her and Tina could
see it. She swayed gently, let her hips jut out ever so slightly.
"And you must be Gary," she smiled back, hitching her skirt
up slightly to let even more of her thighs show.
He stepped aside to let her enter and Tina squeezed through
the doorway, letting her firm buttocks press against Gary's cock.
It felt good against her ass, and if Gary was getting turned on,
so was she.
Gary pointed her toward George and Martha the hosts of this
little affair--their son had just turned sixteen and this party
was being given in his honor. Today he would learn about sex from
every woman in the room, and if sixteen-year-old Cliff was excited
about that prospect, so was practically every woman in the room
because little Cliff had had them all creaming in their pants for
the past couple of summers as he wandered around the country club
swimming pool.
Tina followed George and Martha up to their room. If she
could make a good impression on them her reputation as a super-
orgiast would be assured and she'd be much in demand all around
town. She surveyed George, tall with jet black hair and a mat of
thick hair almost entirely covering his body. Martha was slender
with small firm breasts that Tina could see through the almost
sheer shortie gown she was wearing.
"You really turn me on," Martha said to Tina, taking Tina's
hand and leading her to the bed. "I'll bet that you have a nice,
soft, wet pussy for me and George to suck on, don't you?"
Tina smiled, and without taking her skirt off, let her bikini
panties slip from between her legs to the floor. They were
showing traces of moisture, and George scooped them from the floor
and sniffed them.
"Sweet as honey," he smiled as he continued staring at Tina.
Tina was used to the stares and decided to make the most of
them. She led George and Martha to the bed and pushed them down
and then stepped back. She was going to do her little dance, and
she was going to do it like she'd never done it before. She
gyrated her hips around in a circle and then made a similar motion
with her shoulders. The movement of the shoulders sent her
breasts jiggling and rubbing against the sheer fabric of her
blouse. Her nipples grew fully erect and strained against the
blouse as Tina started twisting and turning her body slowly at
first, and then speeding up the tempo. Her hair flew in every
direction as she gyrated madly, her breasts danced as if they had
a life of their own, straining against the fabric of the blouse,
springing free through the low-cut neckline, and then bouncing
back under the flimsy blouse.
Tina's body was coated with sweat as she speeded up her
gyrations. Her cunt lips were rubbing furiously against each
other and she was getting excited. Her dancing had caused her
skirt to ride high up her thighs and as she continued George and
Martha could catch flashes of the dense black bush that shielded
her twat. Martha was holding her left breast in one hand as
George fondled the other, her other hand was between her legs
furiously fingering her aching clit. Suddenly Tina slowed down
and planted her feet wide apart and started doing the limbo dance,
bending back as far as she could and wiggling under an imaginary
bar. She felt the cool air conditioned breeze as she spread her
legs and squirmed toward her hosts. Her cunt lips parted behind
her black bush and suddenly she felt herself pushed backward into
the deep pile rug. Martha had leaped from the bed and buried her
bared teeth in Tina's cunt and was hungrily lapping up the sweet
juices that were oozing from that honeypot.
Tina lay back, her head entirely covered by her hair,
exhausted from her vivacious dance.
She was excited by the dancing alone, but now she felt
Martha's tongue making long, even strokes, licking her cunt dry
and lingering over her clitoris. Tina's breathing became steady
and then rhythmic as she felt her body moving inexorably toward
orgasm. Martha had a very educated tongue and she enjoyed a good
cunt as much as she enjoyed good cock.
Martha was on her knees, bent over Tina's crotch, with her
own ass perched high in the air as she sucked Tina dry. George
had had more than any man could take watching his wife sucking one
of the most beautiful cunts in the world. He slipped off his
shorts and launched himself at his wife, sinking his cock through
the golden hairs of her crotch and deep into her gash. Martha
gasped as she felt George's tool slide hilt-deep inside of her.
Her cunt was sopping wet and George's tool slid all the way in.
Martha started sliding back and forth, taking long licks at Tina's
cunt, from top to bottom, and at the same time pushing and pulling
George's prick in and out of her own cunt.
Tina couldn't take it any more. Martha's licking was
arousing enough, but Martha also had a cute little trick of taking
Tina's clit into her mouth and rolling it around and around and
finally biting it gentle from top to bottom. Tina was coming, but
oh how she ached to have a man's cock deep inside her hungry twat.
Tina squirmed under Martha's continued assault and now she took
her own breasts in her hands and started squeezing in rhythm with
Martha's licking. Suddenly everything went black and Tina felt
her body turn rigid as she came.
Meanwhile George continued his assault on Martha, who now had
her golden-haired head buried in Tina's crotch, while Tina lay
resting, watching the couple bang away through the screen of her
black hair which still covered her head. Tina could feel Martha's
body vibrating and she knew that Martha was about to come. She
looked at George and saw him gasping for air like a drowning man;
he was about to come, too. Tina slid closer to the banging
couple, cradling Martha's head in her crotch, and suddenly she
felt Martha push hard against her. George gasped as he felt the
come shooting out of his cock and deep into Martha's gash.
The trio lay on the floor for a few moments, resting, but
fondling each other and getting ready for a second go at each
other.
"Don't you think that she and Cliff should go at it?" Martha
asked her husband.
"It's about time. I think that some of our female guests
downstairs are aching for a shot too, but Cliff should definitely
start off with the best," George smiled, fondling Tina's breasts.
"And this is it."
Tina rose from the floor and slipped out of the remainder of
her clothing.
"I thank you kindly," she said, smiling at her hosts and
making a deep curtsey.
"Don't start that again," George laughed, as he watched the
graceful curves of her body flow and undulate as she bent, "or
I'll be banging the hell out of you again in a minute and poor
Cliff will never get a shot at you."
"Come along George," Martha said, as she listened to the
sounds of the revelry drifting up from the living room downstairs.
By the sound of it this was one of the most exciting little
parties they'd thrown in quite a while. "Our guests will miss
us," Martha repeated as she tried to pull George away from Tina.
Tina heard sounds of movement from the room next to the one
in which she had just had her little swing and she walked out into
the hallway and paused outside the door to listen. This was
Cliff's room, she had been told and it was her job to initiate
Cliff into the mysteries and joys of sex. "Mostly joys," Tina
smiled to herself. The door was open a crack and Tina looked in.
Cliff was a handsome young buck, just as she's heard. He was
about five-foot-eight, but very well muscled and as he walked
across the room and turned toward the door Tina could see that he
was nude, and had a cock at least as big as his father's.
Tina was about to walk into the room, but she heard some more
movement and saw a short, nicely proportioned blonde walk across
the room toward him. Without saying a word, Cliff embraced the
blonde and hugged her, letting his arms snake around her, and
under sheer nightie she wore. Tina could see Cliff's cock stiffen
as he fondled the round lobes of her ass. Tina leaned against the
door and peered in. So Cliff needs lessons, she laughed to
herself, he seems to be doing just fine with that little blonde,
whoever she is.
She continued to watch as Cliff raised his arms and lifted
the nightie from his playmate in one smooth motion. His stiff
cock pressed against her stomach as they continued in a deep, soul
kiss. Tina could see his tongue deep inside his lover's mouth and
she saw his hands move up and down her body, slowly and softly.
She saw the blonde pull away, her long tongue clinging to Cliff's
mouth as long as possible, and as she pulled away, she sank to her
knees and buried her head in Cliff's crotch and swallowed his
dick, taking it into her mouth in its entirety. Tina could see
Cliff swaying as his playmate sucked his cock, sliding it in and
out of her mouth, and it seemed to Tina who was still watching
from the door, deep down her throat.
Suddenly, the blonde pulled Cliff's cock from her throat and
she could see that Cliff was coming. His sticky sweet come
squirted out of his cock and all over the body of the blonde who
lay under it, catching it in her hands and smearing it over her
body. Her body was shiny and glistening as the light reflected
from her come-soaked body. Cliff picked her up and lay her across
the bed. His playmate knew what was coming and she spread her
legs and held them aloft, baring her hungry cunt for the final
attack. With one swift motion Cliff fell on her burying his cock
deep inside her body. Tina heard her gasp as the shaft drove all
the way home. The two rocked back and forth, back and forth as
Cliff plunged into the blonde's body, in and out, in and out.
They rolled over and the blonde perched on Cliff's body, riding
him, like a wild, bucking bronco as he arched his back under her
meeting her downward thrusts with an upward buck, hammering the
head of his tool against the roof of her twat, harder and harder
until both were gasping, convoluted in each others arms. With
hardly any warning at all, they both came, panting and gasping for
air as the sweet passions of sex overtook them both.
Tina had been watching from the crack in the door and, she
admitted to herself, this young stud had excited her and without
realizing it, her fingers had found their way to her pleasure-spot
and were playing with it while she watched Cliff do his thing.
Tina smiled as she saw what had been happening to her body. Her
nipples had erected and they turned bright red. Her twat had
gotten wet again and she could see tiny droplets of moisture
clinging to the hair that sprouted around her pink cuntlips.
Quietly, and still smiling to herself, she pushed the door
open and confronted the two young lovers resting on the bed.
"Bravo," she laughed out loud. Bravo. A splendid
performance, Cliff. I don't think you need me."
The two were startled and for a moment the blonde hid under
the covers.
"Relax, Alice," Cliff said, rising from the bed and moving
between them. This must be Tina. "This is my sister Alice, we've
been doing it for two years without my parents' knowing about it."
"And you've been doing it well," Tina smiled, approaching the
young stud she was to initiate.
Cliff started at Tina taking in the sight that presented
itself. She was almost a head taller than he was and she had the
body of a goddess, with large firm breasts and a carefully
sculpted figure. She reached her hand out toward Cliff, but
before he could take it in his, she dropped her hand onto his
penis which was already stiffening again. The sight of Tina
Rogers, standing before him nude, hiding not a square inch of her
magnificent body had sent the blood racing feverishly through his
body. The thought of what he could do, the possibilities that her
body presented had almost driven him to orgasm.
She squeezed his organ lightly, and it responded almost
immediately, stiffening up and standing erect, at attention. It
was still slightly wet from Alice's cunt, and Tina held it firmly
in her hand and slid up and down, feeling the blood pounding
through Cliff's cock. Tina glanced over and could see that Alice
was watching intently as Tina massaged the marvelous weapon which
had practically driven her over the edge during that last orgasm.
Tina felt the juices in her cunt begin oozing through her
cuntlips, she stepped closer to Cliff and leaned against him,
rubbing her breasts against his chest. Tina leaned down and
kissed Cliff, poking her tongue deep into Cliff's mouth wrapping
it around his tongue sucking the saliva from his mouth. She
pumped her hand up and down his rod, up and down that slippery
weapon, feeling it grow more and more excited and hotter and
hotter. She felt his hand twisting through the thick black hairs
between her legs, pulling, on the hairs and probing deeper and
deeper until he reached her bright pink lips that guarded the
entrance to her hot hole that craved Cliff's pole. Suddenly she
felt herself being picked up. Her long, dark hair trailed behind
her as she swung freely in Cliff's arms. She felt herself being
thrown onto the bed, almost landing atop Alice, who just barely
had time to squirm out of the way.
Tina bounced on the bed and found her hands drifting over to
Alice, while Cliff busied himself by poking his tongue into Tina's
twat. My God, Tina thought, Alice has such nice, soft breasts.
Alice made no move to resist Tina, instead lying there and
enjoying the attention she was getting. Cliff shifted around, his
legs on either side of Tina's head and his dong hanging
tantalizingly over her face. Tina's hands were busy working on
Alice, but the chance to suck that cock was overwhelming and she
bobbed for it the way she remembered bobbing for apples as a
child. Cliff's cock was swinging in front of her face and it was
covered with a mixture of his own come and Alice's so it was
slippery and Tina lifted her head to catch a bite of it as it
swung back and forth. God, it tasted good, she thought as it
swung back and forth, and with each swing she lifted her head and
tried to catch it in her mouth, but only succeeded in getting a
lick. Meanwhile Cliff had found her clit and was busily chewing
away at it. The three of them rolled in a frenzied way all around
the small bed they lay on coming so close, oh so close, to popping
off.
Finally Cliff could stand it no more. He shifted positions
again, this time pinning Tina beneath him and ramming his cock
deep into her. Tina gasped as she felt it shoot straight into
her. It was much bigger than she thought it was and it strained
against her cuntwalls as he pulled it out and rammed it in, again
and again. Tina had gotten so wet with excitement that she could
hear the sloshing of Cliff's prick each time it drove deep into
her.
She didn't even know what was happening except that she
suddenly felt Alice grab her arm and shove it down between her
legs. Alice was using Tina's arm while her brother was banging
her. Tina was vaguely aware of the soft silky hair at Alice's
cunt and she felt Alice breathing heavily beside her, but Tina's
entire energies were concentrated on Cliff's weapon hammering away
at her pleasure portal without cease, so anything that Alice was
doing was for Alice to enjoy all by herself. Sweat coated both
their bodies as they lunged against each other, Cliff's body
slamming down atop Tina's and Tina's rising up to meet each hard,
delicious bang as their bodies slapped against each other sending
sensations of pleasure racing through their nervous system.
Tina had learned a clever little trick back in the old days,
and now she started to use it, and Cliff really felt it. Each
time he sank his shaft into her, she contracted her cunt muscles
gripping his cock so he had to struggle to pull it out. She
lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and with each thrust
she'd press the muscles together, almost pulling his cock off.
Cliff couldn't stand it anymore and before he knew what was
happening he was coming again, shooting his super-heated come into
Tina's waiting cavern. The force of his come shooting into her,
set her off, too and she twisted and turned under him almost
throwing Mm on top of his sister who had been masturbating herself
with Tina's fingers. The two writhed in supreme ecstasy
abandoning themselves entirely to their orgasm s. Cliff's rod was
still firmly planted in Tina's gash and she contracted her muscles
again and again nearly tearing his weapon off altogether. Cliff
moaned in pain as Tina continued twitching her twat and pinching
his prick.
At last he rolled off of her and she released her twat
muscles. Tina's cunt was soaking wet and a small puddle formed
between her legs and soaked into the bedsheets. Before she had
time to rest, Tina heard the door open and in walked George and
Martha, a joint in each of their hands and laughing like mad.
"Well, this makes a pretty picture," Martha laughed jiggling
her breasts as she passed them each a joint. "The family that
fucks together, comes together."
George was equally stoned and both he and Martha climbed
clumsily into bed with their children. Tina took her cue and
slipped out of bed and headed for the door. By the time she got
there and turned around, the stoned parents were well on their way
to fucking their own children. Martha had a handful of Cliff's
rapidly stiffening cock and George had a mouthful of Alice's
breasts.
Tina smiled and went looking for a shower. She was
thoroughly sweaty, and though she had been fucked properly several
times, her body was still craving more. This had just been an
appetizer and before the evening was over she would not only need
more, but she would get it, too.
She found the shower and stepped into it, turning the hot
water on full and letting the sharp needle spray dig deep into the
pores of her skin. The sweat was being pried loose from her body
and was washing down the drain at her feet. The water felt good
running in scalding rivulets down her body and curling its way
through her patch of black hair. She abandoned herself to the hot
water until she felt her entire body tingling with the heat.
Tina turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She
looked at the full-length mirror on the wall facing her and
surveyed her body. Her breasts were large and firm and rode high
on her chest. Her nipples were large and circular and red as
cherries. Her body was sleek and well shaped and her hips were
round and well formed. She started drying herself but continued
watching her body in the mirror. Her breasts jiggled slightly
from the drying movement. The patch of black hair between her
legs was almost a perfect "V" and it was large and curly
completely hiding the pink cuntlips that were still aching for
more. Yes, she thought, tonight I'm going to get more and I think
I'd like Gary, she said to herself, thinking back to the big,
handsome stud who had opened the door for her. His cock should be
big enough to drill me properly.
Almost as if he'd heard himself called, Gary wandered toward
the bathroom, but instead of walking in he watched from the
doorway as Tina continued surveying her body and very sensuously
drying herself.
"Here, let me do that," he said suddenly, startling Tina.
He took the towel from her hands Just before she was about to
dry her breasts. Gary was also nude and he pressed his body
against hers as he put his mouth to her lips and give her a deep
soul kiss. Tina could feel his massive cock stiffen and press
against her wet body as he rubbed against her and probed with his
tongue deep in her mouth. Tina gasped as she felt his tongue deep
in her throat, she needed to breathe, but she didn't want him to
stop either.
Finally, Gary pulled away from her and swept her off her
feet, and soaking wet, carried her into one of the bedrooms and
tossed her half-way across the room and onto a bed. He lunged
across the room at her body, but Tina, horny as she was for his
bulging cock, was feeling playful and lunged out of his way. Gary
wound up on an empty, but wet, sheet for both he and Tina were
still sopping wet. Tina danced across the room and stood facing
Gary, she wiggled her hips at him to entice him on. He lay on the
bed staring at her.
"Come and get it," she laughed, wiggling her hips once again,
this time burying her hands into the bush of black hair guarding
her cunt and pulled it apart for Gary to see. She revealed the
hot pink lips of her cunt peeking through the bush and this was
more than Gary could stand. He roiled off the bed and lunged
forward again trying to get a handful of the elusive bombshell
that lured him on. But again Tina slithered out of his grasp.
"Follow me, follow me," Tina sang as she danced back and
forth in front of the sprawled figure of Gary.
Chapter 4
"Follow me, follow me," Tina continued to sing as she danced
about, her lush body squirming seductively. Gary dragged himself
off the floor and followed the dancing figure. He could see her
now, doing chin-ups from the top of the doorpost. She must be
very strong, Gary thought to himself as he watched her strain to
lift her body. Her breasts tightened and it looked like her
nipples would pop right off those big, bouncing boobs. She spread
her legs and swung back and forth, and as Gary, made another dash
for her, she dropped to the ground and whirled into the room.
Now Gary could see where she had been leading him. Off in a
corner of the large room there was a waterbed, and after Tina
jumped on to it, it started undulating as if it had a life of its
own. Tina was flat on the bed and still it continued sloshing
about, pushing one part of her body up and out while another part
of her body sank beneath the waves. It was almost as if the
waterbed was saying, here take her breasts, no, here take her
cunt, no, here take her thighs.
Now Tina was ready, and Gary knew it. From the doorway he
could see the thick patch of black hair outlined against the
silver of the satin sheets. Gary bounded into the room and leaped
onto the waterbed, setting it in motion again. Tina's ass bounded
up and down on the waves of the waterbed. Gary kneeled between
her legs and buried his head between her thighs. Now he would get
his revenge for Tina's cock teasing performance. He opened his
mouth wide and bit at the bush, pushing through it until he could
see the little pink clit at the top of her pussy. He took it
between his teeth and bit hard. Tina gasped as the pain raced
through her body, but the pain didn't last long and it was soon
replaced by the sensations of pleasure as her aching clit was
being chewed and sucked around and around in Gary's mouth.
He reached up for her body, his fingers roughly probing her
torso until he reached her breasts. Now he had a handful of what
he wanted. Her breasts were tough and well muscled, but they
responded instantly to his touch. He gripped her nipples between
his fingers and rolled the nipples back and forth, pinching them
hard. Again Tina gasped as the pain racked her body, but the
sensations of pleasure soon overtook the pain. He handled her
breasts roughly, pinching and scratching them, but that was what
she needed. Tina pushed her hips against Gary's face, as if
trying to swallow his head in her hot, wet cunt. She spread her
hips wider and wider, lifting her legs and almost doing a split.
Her cunt opened into a gaping hole and Gary pushed his head deeper
and deeper into it. His tongue probed deep into her canal,
rolling back and forth, probing against its deep rear well. Tina
was going mad with passion. She had come just a few minutes ago
but under Gary's intense assault her body was aching with
pleasure. Her entire body felt like it would melt as she writhed
and squirmed, trying now to envelop Gary's entire body between her
strong, straining legs.
Gary had never tasted, a cunt like this one before. Tina
virtually gushed her sweet come and he felt like he was drowning
in a sea of honey. Tina's bristly bush rubbed back and forth
across Gary's face as he licked and she squirmed. At last he
could stand it no more. His cock had grown to full size and her
thrashing body aroused Mm like he'd never been aroused before.
His cock ached to sink into the sweet honeypot which he'd been
licking.
"Suck me, suck me more," Tina breathed between gasps of sweet
ecstasy. "Oh God, chew me, bite me."
"No," Gary panted, as he pulled his mouth from her slit.
"Now I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, my pretty."
"Do it, do it!" Tina gasped.
Tina looked up as Gary straightened up. He had the most
massive cock she'd ever seen. This one, besides giving her a
massive orgasm might very well kill her. Tina spread her legs and
licked her lips in anticipation. She took a deep breath knowing
that once Gary shoved his massive weapon into her slit she would
blast into orbit. Gary fell forward scoring almost a direct hit
on her cunt. In one swift, simple motion his cock rammed deep
into her cunt, tearing through her black bush and plunging through
the pink lips and deep into the canal. Tina could almost feel the
tip of Gary's cock poking against the tip of her spine.
The motion of the waterbed moved them both back and forth,
rubbing Gary's cock against Tina's swollen cunt lips. Before
Gary's weapon had made two or three strokes Tina felt waves of
heat spreading through her entire body. She was coming and she
could feel Gary's cock swelling up prior to ejaculating its
massive load of sperm into her waiting hole. She arched her back,
pushing her pelvis against Gary's and grinding back and forth as
Gary pushed in and out. Tina raked her fingernails lightly across
Gary's back. She was rapidly blacking out from the overwhelming
sensation of his banging. Before she knew what she was doing she
dug her nails deep into Gary's back and almost totally blacked
out. She was only vaguely aware that she was coming and only
vaguely aware that Gary had started to come shooting his boiling
load into her hole. Only one sound escaped her almost paralyzed
lips: "Arrrrgh, arrowaghhh ..."
Gary rolled off Tina and plopped onto the waterbed setting it
in motion again. Tina opened her eyes and smiled at Gary. She
surveyed her own body noting that her breasts were still red from
the excitement and that her cunt ached. She reached over to touch
Gary and brushed her hand against his cock. It was still erect,
and Gary was smiling.
"Ready for more, lover boy?" Tina smiled, rubbing her hand up
and down the cock which had almost murdered her.
"Can you take it, sweet bitch?" He smiled, reaching his arm
under her and flipping her over on her stomach.
"This is what I want," Gary said running his finger lightly
down Tina's back, down the small of her back and through the
lovely, peach-colored split of her ass and down to the tight
little hole ringed with muscles .
"No, you're too big," Tina protested squirming slightly, but
it was too late. Gary had already gotten to his knees and pulled
her legs apart and kneeled between her open legs.
Tina struggled against Gary, but she wasted her efforts
because the motion of the waterbed made it impossible for her to
rise. Gary had his hands on both of her firm, peach buttocks and
was leaning hard on them.
"No, uhhh, no," Tina gasped as she felt Gary's hands
spreading her cheeks. She could feel the cool air on the ring of
muscles that surrounded her asshole.
"I'm going to cornhole you good," Gary breathed as he bent
over and kissed her sweet asshole. He licked it with his tongue,
lubricating and thoroughly wetting the tight knob of muscles so he
could slip in easier. Tina was panting, still trying to squirm
away from Gary but it was no use. His hands were firmly planted
on her ass and there was nothing she could do. Suddenly, without
realizing what was happening, she felt pressure at her asshole.
The giant dong which had just recently reamed her cunt so
thoroughly was now at the gate and pressing hard. It hurt
slightly, but Tina nevertheless stopped fighting Gary and relaxed
her legs, with which she had been pushing against him. Gary's
cock was still wet from the previous fucking, glistening and
covered with a mixture of both his and Tina's come, and now it
slipped easily into her tight little asshole.
Suddenly her hole was spread wide as Gary's thick cock
slipped quickly into the forbidden portal. The burst of pain that
accompanied Gary's plunge deep into her quickly vanished and now
she could feel his warm, slippery cock moving back and forth
inside of her and massaging her tingly nerves that lined the anal
passage. Tina couldn't believe it, but she was beginning to get
really turned on. Gary slipped his hands under her body and
cupped her breasts in his hands, letting the nipples slip through
his fingers, pinching them as he undulated on top of her. The
waterbed pushed her firm buttocks up to meet each thrust of his
cock and he went deeper and deeper into her ass, and Tina loved
every minute of it. Her breathing fell into a regular pattern and
she could feel the blood rushing through her body, setting her
nerves on rite.
Gary felt her responding and continued his in and out, in and
out motion. Her ass muscles were very tightly wrapped around his
tool, and it was growing tender and red from the rubbing it was
getting but Gary didn't care. Tina had now overcome her
reluctance and was feeling glad that Gary had forced his cock into
her ass. She really needed this and now she moved her body in
rhythm with his, pushing her ass up to meet the downward thrust of
his cock and absorbing it as deep into her as she could. Tina
could ;swear that his cock was almost poking into her stomach, but
she didn't care because it felt so fuckin' good. Meanwhile Gary's
cock was beginning to overheat. It felt sore and tender and
before he knew what was happening he felt a drop of come and then
another ooze from the tip of his penis and then the dam broke and
he poured it all into the hot little asshole he was reaming.
Tina was glad that Gary came because she was having trouble
holding it back, too. But now she surrendered to her emotions and
she felt shudders racing through her body as she too, came. Gary
lay atop Tina for a few moments, silently recovering from his
massive orgasm and then slowly pulled his weapon out of her hole.
Tina suddenly felt her asshole chill and felt a slight soreness,
but she felt very sleepy and as Gary rose to leave her, she rolled
over and surrendered to the sleep that was overtaking her.
Even in her sleep Tina could feel the soreness of her
asshole, and now she dreamed of the first time she had been
cornholed. It started innocently enough when she was shopping at
a department store. She was wandering through the lingerie
section when she noticed a short, beautifully built blonde.
Almost immediately, Tina felt turned on and walked toward the
blonde and stood next to her, also looking at the lingerie on the
counter. The two talked for a few moments and Tina was hoping
desperately that she could find a way to get to know this woman
better, to meet her a second time and to lure her into bed.
"I'm tired of shopping," the blonde said suddenly. "Let's
have some coffee at my place."
Tina couldn't believe her ears. She was trying vainly to
find some way to make a pass at this little bombshell with the
large breasts and slinky walk and suddenly the roles had been
reversed.
"Okay," Tina nodded, trying not to too anxious.
The blonde smiled and Tina knew that they were on the same
wavelength, but neither of them said a word. It turned out to be
a short cab ride to the luxury building where the blonde lived and
she gave the handsome young doorman an unusually big smile as she
led Tina into the building.
"Make yourself comfortable," the blonde said as she led Tina
into the apartment. "I'll only be a minute."
Tina pulled her coat off and kicked her shoes off and curled
up on the couch. This certainly was an expensive apartment she
thought as she glanced around at the rich furnishings and deep
carpet. Tina tucked her legs under her, letting her skirt slide
up her thighs and she leaned back against the couch, letting her
breasts push against her sweater. Tina's message was abundantly
clear and so were her large, firm breasts straining against the
fabric that barely concealed them.
Tina's message must have been very clear because the blonde,
who hadn't even introduced herself yet, returned with the coffee.
But in addition to the coffee she had found time to get out of
most of her clothing and appeared wearing nothing more than a
string bikini.
"I just hate clothing," she smiled. "It's so confining that
the minute I get into the house I strip completely. I'm just
wearing this because you're here."
Tina could scarcely believe her eyes. Those big round
breasts that had caught her eye were for real and were straining
against the sheer silk of the bikini top. The rest of her body
was firm and fleshy, just the way Tina liked it, and Tina could
see that the lovely bombshell had shaved her pussyhair because
there was none of it curling around the skimpy bundle of fabric
that barely covered her crotch. And Tina could see the outline of
large, firm cuntlips pushing against the slender silk of the
triangle.
"Don't dress up on account of me," Tina smiled, continuing to
survey the luscious body. "I know exactly how you feel, I like
wandering around naked too, so don't wear that on account of me."
"You're too kind," Tina's new friend smiled. "But you go
ahead and undress first. You're wearing more than I am."
This proposition made sense to Tina, who was pleased with the
way the afternoon was turning out. She had set out to seduce a
total stranger and instead wound up at the stranger's home being
seduced herself. Not bad.
"Okay," Tina smiled, reflecting that the outfit her hostess
was wearing hid almost nothing, so she was already nude anyway.
Tina uncoiled her body from the couch and walked toward her
hostess who had already set down the tray of coffee and had curled
up in an armchair, her arms crossed under her breasts pushing them
even higher. Tina stopped about four feet from her new friend and
without any warning or prelude simply pulled her sweater over the
top of her head in one smooth motion. Tina's hair bounced madly
and her breasts quivered from the sudden motion, but the move had
its intended effect. Tina's friend suddenly sat up and stared in
wide-eyed amazement at Tina's boobs, big and beautiful. Tina
enjoyed the attention she was getting and she swung her hips
slightly to keep her breasts jiggling. She lifted her arms to the
waistband of her microskirt and rolled it down slightly, revealing
her lovely navel and then the slight swelling of her stomach and
then further still past the bikini-brief undies she wore, letting
her skirt fall to the floor. Tina stepped away from the skirt and
she could see that her fiend's eyes were following her very
closely indeed.
Tina was wearing a bikini-brief panty that was virtually
transparent and her big, thick thatch of cunt hair stood out like
a sore thumb. In fact a couple of her thick public hairs had even
poked through the flimsy material of the panty. Tina rolled the
panty downward, finally revealing her lush bush and she could see
that her fiend eyes had opened so wide that they were almost ready
to pop out of her head.
Tina drew herself up to her full height and did a slight,
quick pirouette. She just adored showing off her body, especially
when her audience was this interested.
"It's your turn, friend," Tina smiled, as she fell back
toward the couch, her legs apart and her hips pushed forward
showing off her cunt.
"Yes, my turn," her short, blonde friend smiled. "I don't
think I can match that performance, though."
The blonde was entirely different than Tina. She was shorter
and had art entirely different body structure, but it was no less
exciting than Tina's and Tina sat back to watch her friend strip
the few remaining bits of silk from her ,sensual body. The blonde
took a deep breath and it looked like the string-top would almost
snap as her breasts spread out further and further, but somehow
the top managed to contain the massive boobs. She reached her
hands behind her, and again the breasts started their outward
expansion, but this time, she untied the bow behind her neck and
the top practically flew off, revealing firm, pink breasts with
large, half-dollar-sized nipples that were cherry red.
The blonde turned around and for the first time Tina got a
good look at her firm, round bottom which was one of the things
that had first attracted Tina to this vivacious creature in the
department store. With one hand on either hip she slowly rolled
the triangle-shaped bottom of the swimsuit off her body, revealing
smooth, perfectly formed skin and a shock of bright red hair at
the knot of muscles around her asshole. In one swift motion, the
blonde turned around setting her breasts in motion and revealing
the full front view which showed a lovely little round bulge above
the tummy and two bright red cuntlips completely shaved of all the
hair around it.
"Do you recognize me now?" The blonde said to Tina as she
stood nude and sensuous before her.
"No, I don't think I do," Tina said continuing to study the
lovely bitch that stood before her, but studying her for two
reasons now: Because she was a big turn on and because now she was
trying to place both the face and the body.
"No," Tina continued, stretching on the couch and twitching
both her breasts at the woman she continued to fail to recognize.
"Do you remember the orgy at the teacher's house at Elm
Street High?" She smiled, twitching her breasts in response to
Tina's message.
"CANDY!!!" Tina almost shrieked, jumping up from the couch.
"Candy, is that you?"
"Yes it is, and I recognized you way back at the department
store, you silly bitch," she said, spreading her arms wide open in
welcome.
Tina rushed to her friend and they embraced for the first
time in almost seven years. Tina almost scooped Candy up in her
arms and hugged her. Their breasts rubbed against each other and
they dug their fingernails into each other's backs. Those
Saturday afternoon orgies with their gym teacher and her husband
had taught them much about sex and as they embraced and thoughts
of those magic sessions came back to them, they started getting
aroused. Their nipples hardened and contracted and the rubbing of
Candy's bare cunt against Tina's thick bush got Candy's clitoris
erect and standing at attention in no time.
Before either of the women, close friends who met only
because of a casual pickup, knew what was happening they were
rolling around on the thick pile rug, over and over. Each one
wanted to give the other one interminable pleasure and they were
in such a rush that they just rolled aimlessly, grabbing a boob
here, a handful of cunt there or a fistful of ass.
Tina was bigger and stronger than Candy and after a few
minutes of the aimless rolling managed to get Candy on the floor
with her legs spread wide open. Tina got a giant mouthful of
Candy's lovely, bare cunt and started chewing, while she reached
up with her long, slender arms and grabbed a healthy fistful of
each boob.
There was no hair to tickle Tina as she chewed vigorously on
Candy's cunt and she had nothing but pure pleasure. The high firm
cuntlips, the firm, round clit and the sugary sweet juice that
flowed from her pussy. And that wasn't all. Candy's breasts
stood high and firm on her body, but they were nevertheless as
soft as down pillows, with large nipples that contracted and were
as firm and sharp as needles. Fingering Candy's nipples was
driving Tina wild. She could feel her own gash itching and aching
for the kind of treatment she was giving Candy.
Candy too, was practically going into orbit. It had been a
long time since she'd gotten this thorough a working over and she
squirmed against the rug, feeling its shag bristles poking into
her back as she felt Tina gnawing at her cunt and tearing at her
breasts. Candy tried to hold off, but it was to no avail.
Usually she could contain herself, but now she couldn't. Tina's
chewing and her hands were pushing her way over the brink of
control and finally she surrendered, letting her orgasm flood
through her body. It was one of the most violent orgasms she'd
ever had. Candy bucked and twisted as the nerves in her body went
haywire. Tina couldn't hold on and found herself thrown onto the
deep shag carpet as Candy twisted and bucked.
"Arrghhh," was the only sound that could escape from Candy's
lips as she writhed on the floor. Tina sat up and watched as her
high school friend and lover suffered the torment of orgasm, until
finally Candy collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, sweat
running in rivulets in the valley between her breasts and down
toward her cunt.
"God, I needed that," Candy said at last, regaining her
breath and propping herself up on one arm. "Now it's your turn,
my love."
"I was kind of hoping you'd get around to doing me," Tina
smiled, cupping her breasts in her hand and offering them to
Candy, who now got up, took a pillow from the couch and tossed it
to the center of the living room.
"Put your ass right there, my love," Candy whispered to Tina.
"Get it nice and high, so I can reach into your honeypot and suck
you dry."
Tina rose to all fours, and like the shakiest and sexiest of
cats made her way to the pillow. Candy stood over her hands on
her hips, legs wide apart and breasts quivering slightly in
anticipation. Tina, always a tease, moved ever so slowly, keeping
one eye on Candy to make sure that Candy was enjoying the little
teasing act.
Tina finally reached the pillow and flopped over on her back,
her ass dead center on the pillow. She threw her long dark hair
behind her and it spread across the carpet like a rich, dark
sunburst. She wiggled on the pillow to dig her ass into it,
setting her breasts quivering. Candy smiled and sank to all fours
just as Tina had down and now crawled over to her.
"Grrrowll," she breathed.
"Mmmmeww," Tina responded, lifting her hips and pushing the
mound of flesh, hidden beneath its thick bush at Candy.
"Grrowwll," Candy breathed again, sniffing the delicate odor
of Tina's pussy, which was still slightly wet as a result of
Tina's working over of Candy. "Open wide, wider ..."
Tina squirmed against the rug she lay on, feeling her skin
covered with gooseflesh as the bristles dug in. Obediently, she
opened her legs as far as she could, almost doing a split. Candy
watched in amazement as Tina's legs spread farther and farther,
and then as Tina lifted them, it looked almost as if Tina's cunt
had come alive and was going to suck Candy's mouth. It was more
than Candy could take and without another word she opened her
mouth and pulled her lips back and sank her head into the hair-
covered V between Tina's legs, scoring a direct hit on her already
erect clit, that not-quite poked through the dense bush. Candy
opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked in all of Tina's
cunt as she could including the long silky hair that shielded it.
The hair tasted funny in her mouth, but the sweet ooze that she
was sucking out of Tina's cunt more than made up for it. Candy's
arms weren't quite as long as Tina's but still she had no trouble
at all getting a firm grip on Tina's boobs and manipulating them
around and around, gripping the nipples and then letting them slip
very slowly from her grasp, gripping them again and letting them
slip very slowly from her grasp again, gripping them.
The blood rushed madly through Tina's body giving her skin a
very red glow. Tina moaned softly as now Candy transferred her
attentions from the breasts to the hair-pie between Tina's legs,
pulling the hair clear of Tina's slit and then digging her tongue
deep, deep into it, trying to poke against the back wall and
sucking every bit of juice out of Tina's aching cunt. Tina who
had dreamed of this happening to her as she did the same to Candy
was no longer on the planet Earth. She had gone into orbit a long
time ago, had closed her eyes and was no longer aware of what was
happening to her except that whatever it was she liked it very,
very much. Candy, ever the artist transferred her attentions back
and forth from cunt to boobs, from slit to knockers, playing,
teasing, pinching, biting, hurting, over and over again, varying
her actions so that Tina's body, writhing against the bristles of
the rug, couldn't get used to any sort of routine. And Tina loved
it. One moment the sucking would drive her wild, the next it
would be the pinching and then the biting and then the scratching.
Tina buried her hands deep into the rug, trying to hold back, hold
back so she could enjoy it longer, hold back so that Candy would
keep playing with her forever, sucking, pinching, pulling and
biting, over and over again.
But it was no use. Candy was a touch mistress and she wanted
to bring Tina off and there was nothing that Tina could do about
it, except what she ultimately did ... surrender completely and
let the waves of orgasm wash through her entire body. The ceiling
that Tina was staring at started swirling around and around.
Suddenly her cunt hurt and her breasts entire body went stiff and
then slack, stiff and slack again and again. Her breasts quivered
and her legs moved jerkily as she dug her fingers deeper and
deeper into the carpet and let the orgasm assume control of her
body.
And then she blacked out.
Tina may have blacked out, but she was still aware of what
was happening around her. She was vaguely aware of the big, black
doorman, Freddie, she heard Candy calling him. He wasn't wearing
his uniform anymore, he wasn't wearing anything anymore. Tina was
sure of that because she could see his big, stiff cock, bigger
than anything she'd ever seen before, and it was heading straight
into Candy's twat, without pausing, without foreplay, his dong
soared straight into her hole and Tina could hear Candy gasp as it
pushed past her cuntlips and banged against the back of her gash.
She could hear the slap-slap of their bodies as Freddie slammed
his firm, muscled body against the soft, white flesh of Candy
under him, again and again, until Candy gasped in pain.
"Stop, oh please stop," she panted between slaps of their
bodies, but Freddie kept it up.
"Keep going Freddie, don't let the bitch quit now," Tina
heard another voice say. She glanced around and saw another man,
this one tall, thin and white with a long bullwhip in his hands.
"Oh please, Steve, tell Freddie to stop, please, please,"
Candy cried.
Tina feared for her friend and tried to get to her feet but
she heard a whizzing sound and yelped in pain as the whip snaked
out and wrapped itself around her ankle.
"Back on the floor, lesbian bitch," Steve bellowed at Tina,
who now wondered what she had gotten into.
"Okay, Freddie, let her up, but tie her across that couch for
a little punishment, then well get to this one here," Steve
laughed.
Tina made a slight move and the whip flicked out again, this
time coming so close to her that she could feel the air moving.
"Hold still bitch," Steve spat out.
Tina turned and could see that Freddie had withdrawn from
Candy, but he was coming and shooting it out all over her body in
great gobs and streams. He picked her up and laid her across the
back of the couch and shackled her hand and foot so she couldn't
move. Freddie walked over to Tina and plopped down beside her and
ran his fingers through her hair. Tina, afraid, withdrew.
"Don't worry baby, this is a little game they play a couple
of times a month," He said. "Steve digs it, Candy digs it and so
do I, now why don't you relax."
Candy could barely move. But she turned her head toward Tina
and smiled as Freddie put his arm around Tina's back and cupped
one of her boobs in his strong hands.
Now Steve stripped his shorts off, showing off his erection
which stood just as proud as Freddie's did. He drew his whip back
and brought it forward sharply across Candy's buttocks. Candy
yelped as the pain raced through her body.
"Take that you lesbian bitch, he spat out at her and brought
the whip forward again, this time an inch or two higher, creating
another ugly welt in Candy's white backside.
"Oh please stop, please stop, I'll be faithful," Candy
pleaded. "Just stop, never again, never again--"
But the whip came forward again, sharply again, this time
landing across the first welt raising it even higher.
Candy was reduced to wailing and tears, gasping, barely able
to talk. Steve laughed as he raised the whip a second time, and a
third time and again and again. Tina made a move as if to jump
up, but Freddie grabbed her and restrained her.
"Look, they both dig this," he hissed as Tina, looking at her
body and licking his lips. He pushed Tina down on her back and
covered her body with his, grabbing her boobs and pressing them
down into her ribs. Tina could feel his big stiff cock, and she
felt him slide up, still pinning her breasts. He pushed his cock
roughly in her face and as Tina gasped trying to breathe he shoved
it into her mouth almost choking her. He pumped his cock in and
out of her mouth, while in the background, Tina heard Steve
cursing, the whip cracking and Candy screaming and wailing.
Tina was going out of her mind, but his goddamn cock tasted
good. She could still taste the residue of his come and now she
felt a new trickle. She gasped for air and kept swallowing it as
it trickled. It tasted sweet and she didn't want to lose a drop
of it. Suddenly Freddie pulled his cock from her mouth and slid
down her body, treating her breasts roughly. He pulled her legs
apart and shoved his dong deep into her gash. Tina's cunt felt
good from the treatment Candy had given it, but it felt even
better now with a real cock inside of it reaming the hell out of
heir.
It only took two minutes and she was coming again, bucking
and twisting under Freddie as he released his own load and let it
shoot deep into her. Suddenly Freddie turned over, getting on the
floor with Tina atop him. This was going to be a new treat for
Tina, who was completely unaware now of what was happening to
Candy. She rode up and down, up and down on Freddie's rod,
pumping furiously and feeling her cunt being scraped raw by his
massive too]. Suddenly she became aware of Steve hunching over
her.
"So you're not a lezzie after all," he whispered. "You just
wanted to hump my wife, you bitch."
Tina was suddenly very frightened, and tried to get off
Freddie, but he had his arms locked around her and his legs were
wrapped around hers, spreading them and holding them down.
"Now, you're going to get it right up your ass," Steve
whispered with an evil smile on his face. "Right up your ass, for
stealing my wife you lesbian bitch."
"No, no, please," she pleaded, but it was no use. Freddie
had her in a tight grip, his cock still inside her, and she was
powerless to move. Steve crouched between Tina's spread legs
being held down by Freddie and leaned his cock against the muscles
around her little asshole.
"Take that, you little bitch," he breathed as he leaned
forward slightly pushing his cock into the knot of muscles and
then past them into her asshole.
"No, stop," Tina gasped as the pain shot through her body and
Steve's cock continued on course into her asshole.
"No, stop," she panted again as the pain became exquisite and
then suddenly turned to pleasure. Now Tina was being reamed from
both sides and she was beginning to enjoy it. A big black stud
under her and a white rider atop of her. They were moving like a
piston engine now and Tina loved it. She had already come about a
half dozen times, but now she felt both her lovers pouring forth
their magic love potions and both her cunt and asshole were tender
as the juice poured into her from both ends.
Candy had gotten free from her shackles and now walked over
to the threesome, lying exhausted on the floor. She stood over
them, hands on her hips, legs apart smiling down at them.
"I hope you enjoyed out little game," she smiled down at
Tina. "I always do."
Tina who had now been fucked more thoroughly than she had in
a long time smiled up, "Yeah, once I get the hang of it, but you
had me going there for a while."
"Surprises are always better," Candy smiled, reaching a hand
down to Tina. "C'mon, let's take a shower."
The two women showered together, exchanging more than just
casual gropes in the shower. Both had been completely satisfied,
in fact, fucked to death, but somehow they just seemed to turn
each other on, that's all.
Tina spent that night with Candy and her husband, but Steve
seemed to be tired so Candy and Tina cuddled up. Both were too
sore to try anything heavy, but they slept in each other's arms,
exchanging deep soul kisses, all through the night.
The experience, despite having a big dong shoved up her ass,
was a pleasant one and Tina dropped by several times more to have
both her holes filled at once.
* * *
And the dream of that evening with Candy and Steve and
Freddie was almost as pleasant as the real thing, but now Tina was
being wakened by the movement of the waterbed she had been dozing
on.
Chapter 5
The waterbed started undulating softly and Tina was gently
awakened by its wave motion. She was suddenly aware of other
people in the room, over across the room she could see three
bodies close together lovingly caressing one another. Tina could
only get a flimsy view of things through the one eye that she had
tentatively opened and that view was distorted by the up and down
motion of the waterbed. Tina opened her other eye and looked more
closely at the trio in the corner.
Now she could see lanky blonde Alice, who had joined Tina and
Cliff for a tumble in the sack, kneeling before another woman.
The woman was none other than Martha, the hostess of this little
bash and Alice's mother. Alice was kneeling in front of Martha
who was sitting on a beanbag chair with her legs wide apart and
her ringlets of red hair surrounded her hole. Tina felt a warmth
between her legs as she viewed Martha's crotch, the red hair thin
enough to let the pink lips of her cunt and her reddish clit show.
But even more than Martha's cunt, her small, oval tits, so small
that her nipples practically covered the entire tits, jiggled up
and down as she squirmed deeper into the beanbag. Alice was
breathing hard on the floor in front of her mother, watching as
Martha took her own tits in her hands and squeezed them gently,
cupping them and offering them to Alice, her daughter.
"Here, baby, take them," Martha cooed. "You probably don't
remember the last time you sucked on them."
"I was pretty small then," Alice giggled as She climbed up
her mother's body, sensuously pausing to run her tits through her
mother's cunt hair.
"Ohhhh!" Alice breathed as her tits rubbed through the rough
red hair. Now she slithered further up her body and sucked her
mother's tits into her mouth. The tits may have been small, but
they adequately filled Alice's mouth and she murmured with delight
as the nipples hardened and slithered about, around her tongue,
through her teeth and over her lips. Watching from the waterbed,
Tina could see the saliva dribbling out of Alice's mouth and down
her mother's body, mingling with the sweat to form little pools in
the creases of her skin and navel.
"Go down on me, baby girl," Martha breathed. "Suck my cunt,
little girl, oh, please, suck it."
Martha squirmed harder and harder, burying her ass deeper and
deeper into the beanbag chair, so that Alice had to squirm all the
way down, her head in her mother's crotch and her ass up in the
air so that she could get her mouth down over her mother's red-
fringed cunt. Tina lay on the waterbed letting the wave motions
move her up and down slowly, watching Alice's ass. It was a
lovely ass and Tina felt the warmth spread through her body just
watching it wiggle as Alice bit and sucked on her mother's
writhing body.
Alice's body hair had not yet grown in fully and Tina could
see Alice's bright red gash through the scraggly blonde hair that
sprouted around it. Tina wished she had the energy to get up and
go over there and get a mouthful of it, but she just didn't feel
like moving so she reached a finger down to her own cunt and
twisted that finger around and around through her own dense bush
and into the pleasure hole that the bush guarded.
The warmth raced through her body now and Tina felt good all
over, especially when she saw that someone else had also gotten
turned on by Alice's lovely little cunt flapping in the breeze.
Tina looked away from her own cunt to see who was going to ream
Alice. It was her father, George, who stood over her drooling,
then sinking down to his knees behind his daughter and pushing his
rod into her hole. Alice spread her legs and her cunt Ups opened
slightly, letting George's rod slip right in. Alice swallowed the
cock with her cunt without missing a beat in the going-over she
was giving her mother, whose head fell back as she lost control of
her body.
George moved back and forth slamming his cock into his
daughter's hole and with each slam he pushed her harder and harder
against her mother's hole. With each push, Martha went further
and further into orbit, her head rolled from side to side and her
tongue hung out of her open mouth, rolling from side to side as
she squirmed in ecstasy.
It was a beautiful scene and Tina, who was still playing with
herself, was getting turned on incredibly just by watching. Her
cunt hair was soaking wet as her pussy expelled the liquid that
was welling up inside her and her slippery fingers had trouble
gripping her erect clit, but that made the sensation even better
as her clit slipped out of her fingers every time she pinched it.
The clit slipped slowly out so that she could feel every sensation
over the little pink knob.
Tina rolled over on her stomach and watched the threesome in
the corner, intertwined, undulating together, all of them barely
in control of what they were doing. Oh, how she yearned for a big
stiff cock to be shoved up her slippery split. Tina pulled her
hands from her cunt and massaged her entire torso, spreading the
pussy juice over her midsection and rubbing it into her tits that
were also aching for some action. Tina was so close to ecstasy
that her jaw was paralyzed, unable to utter a sound. In the
doorway she could see Cliff, and she tried to beckon him over to
the waterbed. She stared at his stiff cock, but he didn't pay any
attention to her. He headed straight for the threesome. His
mother's mouth was wide open and it appealed to him. George
laughed as he slammed his pelvis against his daughter's ass
driving his cock home again and saw his son take up a position
over his wife's mouth.
Martha opened her eyes and came alive.
"Here, baby, put it in," she whispered between gasps as she
opened her mouth even wider, and took Cliffs cock in her hand and
guided it into her mouth. She closed her mouth tight over its red
head and rolled it back and forth between her right and left
cheeks. But Cliff wasn't satisfied, his entire cock ached for
action and he wanted to shove all of it down. He grabbed his
mother's hair roughly and pulled her head even further back so
that it touched the floor. From across the room Tina could see
Martha's throat grow tight as her head was bent back in an
unnatural position. Cliff got down on his knees and pushed his
weapon at his mother's mouth, deeper and deeper. From across the
room, Tina could see Martha's throat stretch to accommodate her
son's dong. It stretched her tight throat muscles and Tina could
almost see the outline of Cliff's thing as he plunged it in and
out.
Martha could make almost no sound except strangled gurgles as
Cliff plunged his cock in and out of her mouth and Alice gnawed
and sucked at her cunt. Tina was tearing at her own cunt now, the
mad foursome in the corner was turning her green with envy and
despite the fact that her cunt was already sopping wet and her
body was already covered with her own come, she wanted still more
and more and more, but then she blacked out and when she came to,
the foursome must have broken up because there was Cliff perched
between her spread legs, with his cock buried deep in the bush at
her crotch, so deep that she could feel it hammering away against
the deepest recesses of her aching slit.
Without even wondering how the hell Cliff had gotten on top
of her, and without asking, she started moving in unison with him.
He sat on top of her pressing against her boobs with his hands to
get leverage so that he might sink his rod even deeper into her.
His hands on her tits felt, oh, so good, and she wanted more and
more.
She squirmed around on the waterbed, moving her tits around
under his hands so that the nipples, already bright red and erect,
slid back and forth under his fingers arousing those needle-sharp
adornments on her tits even more.
Tina was going to come any minute now and she knew it in
every fiber of her body. Her nipples were the first to signal
that an orgasm would soon obliterate her mind, but her cunt was
beginning to pulsate uncontrollably, gripping and releasing,
gripping and releasing Cliff's rod and now her arms and legs
started twitching. Cliff was on the same wave length as Tina
because his ramming motions started to slow down, too. He also
was approaching his boiling point and suddenly as if a gun had
sounded ending the half of a football game, both bodies merged
together. Cliff poured his insides into Tina via the cock that
connected them. Tina arched up to get as much of the potent prick
into her as she could. She could feel the waves of coming
shooting into her, bouncing around the wall of her pleasure cave.
Now Tina let herself loose, yielded to the pent-up passions
which had raged in her body as she watched the foursome earlier in
its massive interhumping. For one of the first times in her life
Tina had gotten immensely horny watching them and had been unable
to satisfy herself. Now was the time with Cliff's cock
discharging into her, she let out a yelp and then her body went
rigid. Her eyes were closed, but she could see a constellation of
colors swirling around her head. Cliff's hands were still firmly
planted on her tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers and
this only drove her wilder and wilder. Her back arched and she
tossed and turned. Even with Cliff on her, the waterbed made it
easy for her to move and she practically threw Cliff across the
room. His cock, completely discharged now, had lost its erection,
but that didn't bother Tina In the least. The locked floodgates
had been opened wide and she moved up and down, humping some
imaginary lover, up and down, around and around, she could feel
Cliff slide off her now, but even that didn't bother her. She
gyrated around and around gradually slowing down as the energy
stored up during the massive fucking drained out of her body,
leaving her limp and listless on the waterbed.
Tina didn't know how long she had been lying on the waterbed
in a state of total destruction, but she did hear a voice calling
her.
"Hey, Tina," she heard, "wake up, babe."
She looked up to see that Gary, who had fucked her front and
back was jostling her awake.
"You've been lying there for an hour," he laughed, "you'll
miss all the fun downstairs."
Tina smiled and extended a hand to Gary who pulled her up and
wrapped one of his big meat hooks around her waist. "You're
missing Donna doing her thing downstairs," he said leading her to
the stairway.
Perched on the stairway, Tina could see that most of the
dozen or so guests had formed a circle around a short, but very
well-built dark-haired woman whose hair was cut in a pageboy.
Tina remembered her. She was the Donna ad been at the Miers' orgy
a couple of weeks ago, the one where she had met Peter Jamison.
Donna had tried to nail Peter before Tina had, but fortunately
Julie Miner had intervened. Now she was the center of attention
as she went into a bellydance without anything on.
Tina had to admit that it was very sensual indeed, for
although Donna's body wasn't all that great, she did know how to
use it. She wiggled and squirmed with a great deal of skill,
quivering one tit, and then the other, and finally both in
harmony. She managed to thrust his hips forward at just the right
angle, showing off her pussy with its ringlets of teased, fluffy
hair. Her clit poked through the hair seductively and she seemed
to have the ability to wiggle it around, too.
Now Donna sank into a limbo, spreading her legs wide apart
and firmly planting herself in the middle of the circle. She
arched her back and let her head fall back. Her nipples were
erect and the skin on her torso stretched tight, pressing her tits
against her ribcage so the only part that still protruded were her
cherry-red nipples, hard and firm, like bullets.
She gyrated around and around, brushing her short hair
against the floor. Her prominent cunt lips poked through her
mound of hair and stood out bright and red for all to see. And
still she gyrated her hips and took short steps, forward as if
wiggling and squirming her way under an imaginary limbo stick.
Donna quickly grabbed a cigar from one of the men in the circle
and deftly inserted the burning instrument between her cunt lips.
Tina could see that every man in the room had a king-sized
erection from the performance the little bitch was putting on.
Most of the men, without thinking about it, had started toying
with their own weapons even before Donna had jammed the burning
cigar into her cunt, but now they were quietly going wild.
Donna was the center of attraction and she knew it and she
was loving every second of it. She clenched and unclenched her
cunt lips while still in the limbo position, making it seem like
the damned cigar had a life of its own. Every man in the room,
with his erection, was envying that cigar crammed into her hot
little cunt. The cigar wiggled up and down, and from right to
left as Donna twitched the muscles of her cave. Now she started
drawing the cigar deeper and deeper into her cunt. But she was
careful not to let the burning edge get too close to her fluffy
hair-pie.
Now she started pushing the cigar out, laughing and squirming
as she surveyed the audience she had so quickly acquired. But
this was too much for her. The little act had gotten her excited
and Donna just couldn't take it anymore. She let herself fall
back on the floor and now gripped the cigar with her hands and
started plunging it in and out of her own hot little cunt.
The excitement built up and in one quick spasm, Donna came.
A couple of the men applauded in jest as Donna returned the cigar
and wiped the juice away from the little cunt she had just
displayed so proudly.
"Okay, everybody, let's listen to me now--"
That was George and he had that mischievous little smile that
indicated that he was going to suggest a hot little something.
"Now the best two lays in the room are Tina and Donna," he
started as there was a general murmur of agreement in the room,
among both the men who laughed, and the women who smiled as they
self-consciously fingered the cunts that they had offered both to
the men and women in the room.
"Hey, listen," George started, trying to still the group
again. "Let's have a little fight to the finish to see who's the
better orgiast. We'll form a circle and whoever pins her opponent
first will be crowned the orgiast."
There was a general murmur of agreement as the men looked
forward to a battle between the two women, both beautiful, but one
tall and well put together and the other short and compact. Each
with their own distinct style, yet each so juicy and fuckable that
they could drive any man up a tree.
"Okay, everybody, now these are the rules," George called
out, "listen. Both gladiators will have their bodies coated with
grease. Both will wear a chain around the waist, and the first
one to pin the other for the count of three will win. There will
be as many rounds as necessary. And dig this, the winner gets to
do anything she wishes to the loser. Anything at all ..."
"Okay?" George laughed.
The response was unanimous.
"Yeah," someone shouted.
"Dig it."
"Let's go--"
A pair of hands grabbed Tina and before she knew what was
happening she found herself spread roughly on the floor and
several pairs of hands started assaulting her, smearing her body
with a thick layer of perfumed oil. It took a few minutes, but
now Tina was getting into it. A pair of strong masculine hands
cupped one of her tits and vigorously rubbed oil into it, much
more carefully than was absolutely necessary. Tina arched her
back to push her breasts deeper into the hands which fondled her.
She could feel another pair of hands, feminine this tier judging
by the long fingernails, rubbing the scented oil through her
thick, sweaty bush. The oil felt cool and sweet as it worked its
way through Tina's bush and into the gentle folds of her slit and
over the pinkish knob of her clit.
Now someone lifted Tina's midsection and passed a cold,
silver chain under her. The hands felt rough and strong, and the
cold of he silver felt good against her oiled body as she wiggled
against it. Tina felt the hands wrap the chain tightly around her
waist and lock it with a little matching silver lock. Tina
couldn't see what was happening to her opponent, but she assumed
that Donna was getting the same treatment.
Someone took Tina by the arms and lifted her and pushed her
forward. Suddenly Tina found herself in the center of a circle,
faced by Donna, also wearing a silver chain, her tits glistening
and bouncing as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
"Come on, bitch," Donna hissed, crouching low and stretching
her hands out toward Tina, circling her, trying to catch her tall
rival from behind.
Tina turned carefully and laced fingers with her opponent,
trying to pull her to the ground, but Tina slipped and fell and
before she knew what was happening, she felt the breath knocked
out of her as Donna leaped on top of her. The chains jangled as
the two women rolled on the floor, their greased bodies slipping
and sliding around the floor as they struggled with each other.
The crowd yelled its encouragement as the two tumbled madly.
Tina felt the long nails of her opponent rake across her body,
scratching her all over, and drawing blood from one of her
nipples. Strangely, this scratching sent a shiver through Tina's
body and she felt her cunt cream. It hurt, but it also felt good.
Tina managed to get atop her rival, but she couldn't maintain her
position because Donna managed to grab her chain and tug her out
of position. She slid off the chunky battler, their tits rubbing
each other. Tina was torn by feelings of sensuous desire toward
her opponent, but also wanted to beat the shit out of her. Donna
struggled atop Tina and dug her oily hands into Tina's bush,
grabbing a handful and pulling hard. Tina was quickly snapped
from her reverie of warm feeling. Now she knew that nothing
should get in her way. She'd beat the little bitch to within an
inch of her life and then fuck her good.
Tina let out a yelp when Donna grabbed her, but Donna
laughed.
"Can't take it, huh?" she snorted. She grabbed another
handful of hair and pulled again. And again Tina screamed, this
time louder as she felt the pain shoot from the tips of her cunt
hair all through her body. This was a fight to the death and now,
she, too, would swing into action.
Tina dug her fingernails into her opponent's body and raked
straight down, loosening skin and flesh as she pulled. Now she
could feel Donna's grip on her bush loosening. Tina pulled her
hands all the way to Donna's chain and then, grabbing a handful of
the chain, pulled back, tearing Donna off her body and sending her
sprawling. Tina jumped up and stood over Donna who was still
sprawled on the floor, recovering from the spill.
"Come on," Tina hissed. "Get up and take it, bitch."
Donna rolled over and tried to rise, but Tina lashed out with
her bare feet and caught her squarely in her gash, knocking the
wind out of her.
"Come on, you cheap little whore," Tina yelled, as Donna
doubled up with pain. The shoe was on the other foot now and
Donna wasn't responding, except with gasps for air. Tina jumped
on top of her opponent, knocking her to the ground and digging her
hands into her bush and pulling hard. Tina rode the little bitch,
alternately tugging at Donna's bush, scratching her tits and
pummeling her midsection.
Donna's body was covered with bruises, but she still had some
fight left in her and now she arched her back spilling Tina onto
the floor, but the advantage didn't last long. Donna tried to get
up, but before she could Tina caught her off balance and pushed
her over, and this time Donna landed on her back. Tina seized her
advantage and again mounted Donna, sitting astride her buttocks.
The chain around Tina's waist felt cold and comfortable as
she drew long, sweaty breaths. Tina bunched her hand into a fist,
but left one knuckle protruding. She brought this down hard just
above Donna's kidney. Donna yelped in pain and arched heir back
trying to get loose. Tina didn't yield her advantage for a
moment, bringing her fist down hard again in the same spot.
Donna's cry of pain came across loud and clear and now the
assembled guests, those who weren't busy rubbing against each
other, let out shouts of approval. Tina's body had them all
turned on and they were solid in her corner.
Tina bent down over Donna's head and whispered in her ear,
"Hold still, you silly bitch, or I'll really cream you."
Donna fell still, stopping her crying and her squirming.
Tina relaxed now, sitting astride her opponent. She could feel
her oiled skin rubbing against Donna's and it felt good, but Tina
was afraid to enjoy it because Donna was the kind of scheming
bitch who would take advantage of any opening. But the warm
feeling that was spreading through Tina's body was unstoppable,
and this combined with Donna's stillness lulled Tina into a sense
of false security. As much as she hated the bitch she had
conquered, Tina had to admit that she had a good body, the kind
any man or even woman could enjoy and that's just what she was
doing now. Their oiled bodies felt good against one another and
in just a minute or two, Tina could feel her entire body glowing
as she continued to rub back and forth against Donna's prone body.
Tina knew that she was running a risk by masturbating now,
but the heat of the battle and the group watching her provided too
much pressure and she threw her head back and continued rubbing
until she felt the warm waves of orgasm washing over her body.
The intensity of the orgasm forced Tina to release her grip and it
was at that moment that Donna arched her back and flipped Tina
neatly onto the ground and bounded up again. Tina's orgasm was
rudely brought to a halt as she toppled on the ground and bounced
lip again.
She felt Donna grab her, but the grab didn't do any good
because of the oil all over her body. Tina danced out of the way
and whirled around and tried to grab Donna, but her grab attempt
also failed. The two women danced around and around, each trying
to grab the other but failing as all they managed to grab was
slick, oiled skin. Donna was the first one to make contact with
the sliver chain, grabbing the one around Tina's waist. Whoever
controlled the chain controlled the match.
Now was the time to end the match and Tina knew that it was
now or never. She allowed Donna to grab her chain and pull her
close, but then very suddenly, brought her fist forward, sinking
it into Donna's kidney again and again. Donna doubled over in
pain. She completely forgot about her grip on Tina's chain,
concerned only with the pain that was racking her body. Tina drew
her fist back and brought it full into Donna's stomach completely
immobilizing her. Now she was ready to move in for the kill.
Tina pushed Donna over. It didn't take much energy since
Donna was as helpless as a kitten. Tina straddled Donna. This
time not getting turned on as their cunts came into contact.
Nothing would divert Tina from her final victory now and Tina
grabbed the chain around Donna's waist and twisted it. Donna was
moaning in agony, and now the new pressure was too much for her.
The silver chain cut viciously into her body and now her sobs were
broken and irregular. She could barely squeeze out another sound
as the chain tightened around her midsection cutting a deep gash
into her skin.
"Beg for mercy you two-bit whore," Tina hissed at her downed
opponent.
"Please, please let go," Donna begged. "Let go."
"Plead for mercy, you bitch," Tina laughed.
"Oh, please, Mercy, mercy," Donna begged.
"Again, you bitch," Tina murmured, "again." This time Tina
twisted the chain even more almost entirely cutting off Donna's
ability to breathe. Donna's legs thrashed about aimlessly. She
was unable to control them and unable to do anything about the
death grip Tina had on her.
"Oh, please, let go," Donna whispered. "You win, you win.
I'll do anything, anything you want."
Those were the words Tina wanted to hear.
She had a special little punishment in mind for this little
bitch and now she would get to administer it. Tina released her
grip and let the chain unwind. Donna took a deep breath and
everyone in the room applaud as Tina bounded up and held her hands
over her head as a champion should.
"Well, Tina, what would you like to do?" George asked.
"Give me that, I'm going to hump that little pussy right up
the ass," Tina grinned, pointing at the dildo.
She strapped the dildo on, inserting one end into her own
twat so she could feel it as she hammered into Donna's ass.
Donna could see what was coming and she tried to squirm away,
but a couple of men grabbed her and laid her over the arm of a
couch, holding her down and exposing her rich, plump ass.
"She's all yours, Tina," George smiled.
Tina approached her victim and without any attempt to ease
her entry humped forward ramming the dildo into Donna's ass.
Donna let out a scream, but the scream felt good to Tina's ears.
The excitement was too much for Tina who felt the dildo ramming
her own cunt. Tina's clit ached as the dildo rubbed against it.
The dildo moved roughly in and out of Donna's ass and she
continued to scream and beg for mercy, but Tina no longer had any
for the little bitch who had tried to take advantage of her.
In and out, in and out, the dildo tunneled a wide hole in
Donna's ass and gently tickled Tina's cunt. It was as it should
be, the winner fucking the hell out of the loser. The waves of
warm, sensuous vibrations raced through Tina's body. The group
cheered her on as they watched her humping backward and forward,
her tits jumping about madly.
This time Tina had nothing to fear as her body grew hotter
and hotter. She completely shut out of her mind Donna's cries of
pain as the dry dildo plunged in and out of her ass. Tina
couldn't care less. A trickle of blood oozed out of Donna's
aching asshole which was still being reamed, but Tina didn't care.
She was an inch short of orgasm and she made one more, deep
forward plunge. Donna's scream split the air as the dildo went
further into her ass than before, but Tina didn't care, her orgasm
was starting.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried as her body shook and jittered as the
pleasure/pain raced through her body.
Chapter 6
Tina's body was sore all over. Her asshole had been
thoroughly cornholed, her cunt had been reamed sore and her throat
had been scraped and banged. Her tits were aching from the
sucking and biting she'd gotten, but Tina loved it. In fact, her
body never felt good unless it had been brutally overused and
although the humping she'd done before the wrestling match with
Donna was nothing to sneeze at, what happened afterward was even
better.
Donna had been left lying in a corer to nurse her wounds and
two of the men had picked Tina up and carried her to the bar and
threw her atop it. Someone had fashioned a wreath of plastic
flowers and someone else jammed it down over Tina's head. The
flowers felt scratchy, but Tina continued to wear them, and after
a couple of rounds of drinks, Tina fulfilled one of her greatest
fantasies. She took on every, man and woman in the room, two and
three at a time.
The evening faded into a blur for Tina but she recalled one
man shoving his cock up her asshole while another chewed her cunt,
and others grabbed at her tits. Male and female hands together
pawed her. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands prying her lips
apart and before she knew it someone shoved his rod into her
mouth. Tina threw her head back and swallowed it eagerly. It
wasn't very big but it went down easily and soon she could feel
come pouring down her throat and over her lips and dripping down
her chest, where it mingled with the sweat and oil and where the
groping hands of the group massaged it vigorously into every pore
of her skin.
Tina was sound asleep and continued dreaming her muddled
dream of the night before, a constantly changing cavalcade of
cocks, rods, cunts, slits, tools and hands, hands, hands, tearing
at her body using her. She couldn't remember who did what, but
she knew that everything was done because even in her sleep she
could feel that her body ached deliciously. There was one thing
that Tina did remember because it was an entirely new experience
for her.
One of the men pulled the others off and pushed Tina down to
her knees. He stepped back and let loose a long stream of piss,
hosing Tina's hot body down with his delicious liquid. It felt
hot and it felt good as it splashed her nipples and over her tits
and trickled down her body. Soon another stream joined the rust
and then another and another. Soon Tina was being doused by an
ocean of hot piss and it felt good. Tina cupped her hands and
caught some of it, playfully flinging it back at her attackers and
at the women who watched. Another woman dropped to the floor
beside Tina, joining her under the barrage of piss, flinging it at
the others as she caught it in her cupped hands. The hot piss
washed the sweet oil and come off Tina's body and Tina wondered
how the barrage of urine could keep coming for so long, but
somehow it did.
And when the men emptied their bladders they reached for two
seltzer bottles behind the bar, squirting it at the two women who
wallowed in the cold fluid which was a welcome change from the hot
streams of just a few minutes.
Tina was wet from head to toe and now she blacked out again
remembering only snatches of the rest of the evening. She'd
humped George and Cliff again, and had had a very long sensuous
session with Alice and had finally ended up with Marshall, a short
squat fireplug of a man who looked totally sexless, but could
nevertheless hump the brains out of any poor working girl.
Marshall had dragged Tina off to a corner and taken her on a trip
around the world, coming rust in her asshole, which had opened
nice and wide by now and was eager to accept any tool, then in her
cunt, which was scraped sore but still ready for action and
climaxing in her mouth by sending torrents of come deep into her
stomach. Tina hadn't eaten all night, but she really didn't need
to with all that sweet come she was devouring.
Tina felt a hand gently squeezing her tits and she started
waking up, realizing now that she was in the back seat of a
limousine. Tina opened one eye and surveyed the surroundings.
She was completely nude, with a large cloak draped around her
body. The screen between driver and passenger compartments was
closed and she was aware that Marshall was squeezing her tits
gently.
"Wake up, baby, we're almost there," he whispered.
"Where?" Tina replied, yawning as she squeezed that one word
out.
"The airport," he laughed. "We're going off to Haiti, my
love, to visit my little shack on the beach."
"That's nice," Tina yawned, looking around the little
passenger compartment. Now her eyes fell on Donna who was sitting
on the jump seat, her head bent low over Marshall's crotch giving
him a blow-job. Marshall's cock was obviously still as good as
ever despite the humping of the night before because it was as big
and stiff as it ever was, and it was much too large for Donna to
swallow.
"What's she doing here?" Tina snarled at Marshall.
"Don't worry, she's promised to behave herself I'm sure you
two can learn to get along, right?" Marshall asked Donna.
Without missing a beat of her blow-job, Donna nodded her head
and Marshall shivered as the sensations of the wiggle spread
through his rod and up into his body.
"I couldn't find your clothes when we left," he said to Tina,
"so I just wrapped you in your cloak. We'll get you some new ones
once we land in Haiti."
The limousine rolled through the airport gates and into the
private hanger where Marshall kept his Lear jet. Tina hopped from
the car and hurried into the Plane, barefoot and bare-assed. The
inside of the plane was cold and Donna, who followed Tina into the
plane Pointed to the rear compartment.
"It'll be warmer in there," she said as she took Tina's hand
and led her in.
"Make yourselves comfortable, We'll take off in about half an
hour," Marshall shouted to the girls and then turned to talk with
the attendants. He'd pilot this flight himself.
The rear compartment was outfitted with a twin bed-sized cot
and Tina, still sleepy lay down on it and drew the cloak around
her. She was still cold and shivered in the unheated airplane.
Donna kicked her shoes off and lay down beside Tina, squirming
under the cover and offering her body to Tina to help her keep
warm.
Donna, who was still fully dressed, had a hot little body and
Tina appreciated the gesture. She curled up and pressed her body
beside Donna's, rubbing their cheeks together. Tina was beginning
to warm up now, and she leaned over and kissed Donna on the cheek.
Donna stirred slightly and turned her head, offering her lips to
Tina.
Tina was willing to bury the hatchet and she accepted Donna's
lips, returning the kiss. Their lips almost came glued together.
Tina's were cold and Donna's were burning hot. Before Tina knew
what happened, Donna had rolled over on her and had poked her
tongue deep into Tina's mouth. Her tongue rolling around in
Tina's mouth felt good and Tina felt herself becoming aroused
again. Tina reached for Donna's blouse and started undoing.
Donna shifted her body to make Tina's task easier. Only three of
the buttons had been fastened and it took barely a minute until
Donna's healthy tits were hanging loose, brushing over Tina's
tits.
Donna's tits showed the signs of last night's battle, but
they felt good and hot as they brushed against Tina's. Donna
rolled over on her back and slipped her micro-skirt down her hips,
letting it fall to the floor. Tina, who was just returning to
consciousness felt an overpowering urge to eat her sweet pussy and
now, still huddled under the cloak which covered them both,
squirmed down toward the foot of the bed so she could sink her
teeth into Donna's furry little gash. Last night she had kicked
and scratched it as viciously as she could and now, just a few
hours later, she was barely able to control herself as she sniffed
the sweet cunt and licked the little pink nc above it and the
rich, fleshy lips which shielded it. Donna who had fought so hard
and so dirty the night before knew that this morning things were
different. She had been vanquished and beaten, but now she was
being loved.
Donna spread her legs and arched her back offering her hungry
little cunt up to Tina who was anxious to accept it. Tina started
slowly licking Donna's cunt from top to bottom and from bottom to
top in long, slow, smooth motions, curling her tongue through the
cunt hair and teasing Donna's cunt lips to get her warmed up for
the final assault. Little beads of moisture started dripping from
Donna's cunt and hanging from the edges of her cunt lips. The
drops of pussy juices were either absorbed by the furry cunt hair
or were licked away by Tina who was savoring every drop of Donna's
sticky-sweet pussy juice.
Donna was having trouble controlling herself and now she
started writhing against the mattress, feeling her smooth skin
roughened up by the unfinished fabric. Donna desperately wanted
to feel Tina's tongue take the plunge deep into her body, but Tina
was playing the tease now and she knew that she had Donna on the
ropes and Tina was enjoying slow process of torturing Donna. Tina
moved her tongue up and down and back and forth across Donna's
little hair-pie, lingering at the pink lips which were enlarged
now by the flow of blood that rushed down to Donna's cunt.
Tina was enjoying herself too damned much to let Donna off
the hook completely and she continued the slow motion. Donna was
too hot and she couldn't take any more. She arched her hips
higher and higher, trying to suck Tina's tongue into her cunt, but
it was to no avail. Tina had Donna and she wasn't letting go.
But at last the pressure became too much. The juice continued to
flow from Donna's cunt and to lick it faster, Tina had to stick
her tongue into Donna's hole and as she did, Donna arched her back
almost a foot off the bed, rising up to swallow Tina's tongue.
The result was as if a time bomb had gone off. Donna started
seeing stars and stripes as her orgasm raced through her body,
short-circuiting her entire nervous system. Donna's body was
locked into the arched position as she squeezed out a long, soft
moan. Tina kept her tongue inside Donna because the juice was
flowing lavishly now. But at last--it seemed like it had gone on
for hours--Donna's orgasm ended and she collapsed in a bundle,
rolling up almost into a ball in a corner of the mattress.
Tina had pulled her tongue back and fallen on the other side
of the bed, and now she was aware of the movement of the plane.
She looked out the window and could see that the plane was in the
air, but she could still see the runway. She and Donna who were
rolling and jumping on the bed had just missed the takeoff.
It was very considerate of Marshall not to wake them and
interrupt the humping session just because he was taking off.
Tina smiled. It had been a nice smooth takeoff both for Marshall
piloting the plane and for her piloting Donna, who was just now
regaining her composure.
Donna reached a hand to Tina and then the other and embraced
her. Their tits rubbed against each other and warmth spread
through both bodies.
"It's been a long time since I had it that good," Donna
whispered to Tina, embracing her.
"Neither have I, baby," Tina replied, continuing the embrace
and rubbing her tits back and forth across Donna's.
"Let's lie down and rest," Donna urged Tina. "It'll be a
long flight and there'll be a lot for us to do once we land."
"You've done this before?" Tina asked.
"Uh huh," Donna nodded, "and it's a real blast."
"Tell me about it," Tina asked.
"No, you'll see for yourself. It's always better that way,"
Donna smiled. "Relax, it's fun."
"Well, then, tell me about yourself," Tina asked. "I know
nothing about you. Tell me about the first time. Tell me about
how you lost your cherry."
Tina lay back and held her arm out for Donna to lay atop and
curl next to her.
"Okay," Donna said, a twinkle in her eye, as she reclined and
thought about her long-lost cherry.
* * *
"When I lost my cherry, I lost it with a real bang. I was a
cheerleader and the football team was playing for the state-wide
championship. Until that day I had been a pretty little virgin,
even my boyfriend had never gotten beyond my tits. Anyway, the
team was losing at half-time so we decided to goose them a little.
We promised them us if they won," Donna laughed.
"Hell, for your body, I'd go out there and knock 'em dead,"
Tina laughed.
"Anyway, the coach went along with it and we didn't even know
how to have an orgy. But the team won and after we got back home,
the coach arranged for us to have a barbecue behind the school
stadium," Donna continued.
"He knew what was going to happen and he didn't care because
we won the championship. Anyway, we all got there and nobody knew
what to do except Ethel. She was the shortest one of the
cheerleaders but she had the biggest knockers, and rumor had it
that she would hump anyone.
"Anyway, she had already slept with most of the team and she
showed us how to do it. She shucked off her clothing one piece at
a time. Most of the guys were drunk and they were cheering like
mad. Shit, it was an awful scene. I mean, there we were, a dozen
virgins scared out of our pants. Most of us had a tiny little
boobies, and bare little slits, and there she was with a pair that
hung like watermelons and a big hairy gash.
"Most of the guys started getting undressed, and they were
practically tripping over their hard-ons. Anyway, a couple of
guys made it with her and then the action really started. We were
dancing around all nude and it started raining and we wallowed in
the mud--humping and fucking. I don't know where I learned to do
it all but it seemed so natural that I just kept doing it. I must
have had five or six guys that night and one or two of the girls,
including Ethel.
Donna looked down at Tina who had just dozed off as she had
finished her little tale. Donna lay back and thought more about
that magical evening that was at first so frightening, but turned
out so beautiful. There was, of course, more to tell than she had
told, and now she lay back and thought back to those innocent
sixteen-year-old days.
Yes, Ethel had been the first one to wave her hairy gash at
the boys, but most of them had wanted Donna and the first to get
her was Mark, tall and thin and leader of the team. Both were
still dressed when he wrapped his arm around her and with his
other hand reached up her skirt. Donna made no effort to resist.
She knew she was going to get laid that night and she was glad
that Mark picked her out.
His strong hand plucked at her panties and pulled them down.
Donna could feel the chill air on her almost-naked pussy. Mark
laced his fingers over her cunt lips and plucked them slightly.
Donna felt a feeling like she'd never known before. Her whole
body started singing and she had barely been touched.
Mark pulled his hands away and started undressing. Donna
followed suit, stripping her skirt and sweater off without any
restraint, but pausing, afraid to pull her bra and panties all the
way off. One look at Ethel, her legs waving in the air and some
football player riding her, and another look as Mark skinned his
shorts off convinced her. She'd barely finished stripping when
Mark grabbed her in his arms and started smothering her with
kisses. She felt his cool skin and his erect organ pressing
against her and she let her body hang in Mark's arms.
Mark held her against his body, kissing her and kneading her
ass as he held her. So this was paradise, Donna thought as she
felt Mark scoop her up in his arms and carry her towards a quiet,
grassy corner where he laid her down gently.
"I've never done this before," Donna whispered to her ardent
young lover.
"Don't worry. I have and I'll take care of you," he smiled,
kissing her full on the lips and working his way down her body,
kissing each of her young tits, sucking on the tiny, erect nipples
and licking gently her midsection. Donna had practically no hair
shielding her cunt and Mark licked gently over the exposed lips,
watching them grow red as they filled with blood.
Donna was getting excited. She'd never felt the kind of
blush that spread through her body. She'd never even masturbated
before and now her body was super-heated with passion. She didn't
quite know why, but she spread her legs wide. She didn't know
what was happening because her eyes were shut tight and her hands
dug deep into the grass around her. She clenched and unclenched
her hands, digging up the grass and she wiggled her hips back and
forth under the attack of Mark's tongue which brushed back and
forth over and around her ever-reddening cunt lips. Donna was
uttering short moans and grunts as Mark flicked his tongue in and
out of her cunt. Suddenly Donna felt her whole body catch fire,
every fiber of her skin and bone was flaming and she wanted to
scream, scream, scream, but she found her jaws locked in the wide
open position unable to utter a sound. She didn't know it yet,
but she'd had her first orgasm. And there were more to come.
Very gently, Mark lay his body atop Donna's. It felt nice
and cool against her burning skin and still reacting
automatically. Donna raised her legs and locked them around
Mark's waist. She could feel his stiff rod pressing against her
cunt lips and she could feel him pressing down and his rod about
an inch inside of her stopped by the membrane cross her cunt hole.
Suddenly, it was all over. In one blinding flash of pain,
the tender little skin was ruptured and Mark's cock slipped all
the way into her little hole. The pain was quickly replaced by
pleasure as Mark started rubbing his cock in and out, in and out,
against the fragile walls of her twat.
For a second time, Donna felt her body catch fire and felt
the blood pound through every vein in her body. Orgasm number
two, and still she wasn't sure of just what had happened except
that it was the best thing that had ever happened to her before.
And that best thing happened to her again and again that
night as she tried the other championship team members. Her young
cunt, which had done nothing for the previous years of her life
was filled to capacity with her own pussy juice and the come of
the others. Donna was the most popular member of the cheerleading
team and after that first session with Mark one of the most
willing. She had to learn exactly what that hot, fiery feeling
that started in her cunt and spread through the rest of her body
was.
She tried big cocks and little ones, thick ones and thin ones
and each of them went sliding into her warm little hole and
pounded her without mercy, which is just what she wanted. Soon
her rapidly learning little twat would grow hairy as Ethel's had,
and Ethel, who until that night had been the most popular girl in
school, and the easiest lay, found herself displaced by the little
vixen with lots to learn and the enthusiasm to learn it.
* * *
Donna's dreams were interrupted now by the bump-bump of the
small jet landing. Tina was just waking up now also, and Donna
could see that although both were asleep, each in their own dream
world, they had both been dreaming of the same thing. Tina's
mouth had fallen open and she had drooled in her sleep down her
own chest and onto Donna's, who, on the other hand, had found her
own index finger buried deep in her own slippery-wet cunt.
"Well, we're here," Marshall smiled, poking his head out of
the cock pit.
Tina reached for the cloak in which she'd been wrapped, but
Donna interrupted her.
"You won't need that here," she laughed. "We're right on the
beach near the house. There's no one around but the servants and
they're used to it."
"Well, that's nice, I could use, a bit of catching up on my
tan," Tina smiled, wiping her own tits with a bit of the cloak and
reaching to do the same for Donna.
"Okay, girls, hop out after me and let's head for a nice,
cool drink at the house," Marshall said, opening the door to the
plane and hopping to the ground.
Donna bowed low to Tina and motioned her to the door.
"Thank you, love," Tina smiled at her former rival, putting
her arm around her and squeezing gently. Donna had a fine body
and Tina was glad that she was finally beginning to appreciate it.
Donna felt a warm glow from Tina's squeeze and put her own
arm around Tina's back allowing it to fall over Tina's ass, gently
running one of her fingernails along the crack of that smooth,
shapely ass.
Both of them stepped nude out onto the wing of the small jet
and blinked fiercely as the bright sunshine flooded across their
bodies and jumped onto the hot, sandy beach.
Chapter 7
The sun beat down fiercely and after being inside the rather
chilly airplane the burning rays of the sun hitting their skin
warmed them immediately. Marshall had already started toward the
house which was set among a dense clump of palm trees. He had
pulled his shirt off and was undoing his pants and kicking his
shoes off, letting them fall as he walked. From the house a black
youngster, perhaps twelve years old, ran toward Marshall.
"Maku, fetch the suitcases off the plane," Marshall
commanded, swatting the youngster on his backside as he laughed
and ran to do as he, was bid.
He was tall and strong for his age as he stooped to pick up
Marshall's scattered clothing on his way to the beached jet. He
caught sight of the two white women, nude and walking arm in arm
toward the house and didn't seem at all surprised.
"That's Maku," Donna said to Tina. "He's the general
houseboy and takes care of the odds and ends around here, even
your end, if you'd like."
"That's nice," Tina said surveying the youngster who
struggled to pry one of the suitcases out of the plane. He also
seemed to be struggling with a very obvious erection that was
pushing against the tattered shorts he was wearing.
"Don't stare so hard, baby," Donna teased Tina, giving her
buttocks another gentle squeeze. "His mother Elsie is the cook
and housekeeper. She's a favorite with Marshall. He treats her
like a queen."
The two continued to the house, looking up at the lush
tropical growth that started so suddenly where the beach ended.
The house itself was massive with a large basement a dining-living
area that took up the whole first floor and a half-dozen bedrooms,
each with its own full bath upstairs.
Tina stared with open eyes at the expensive furniture, while
Donna who had seen it all before watched Tina with amusement.
"Relax, baby," she laughed. "You'll get used to all this
splendor before long."
"Hello, girls," a feminine voice cut in from the background.
Tina whirled to see who it was. "I'm Elsie. Master told me to
show you to your rooms."
Tina surveyed the woman who stepped out of the doorway. She
was tall, almost as tall as Tina and had a large figure. Big
boobs drooping forward, a thick, but firm waist and large ample
hips that suggested a lifetime of hard work. Her hair was drawn
back in a bun and her skin was as black as any Tina had ever seen.
Her body was draped in a thin cotton frock with a row of buttons
down the center. Half the buttons were open, allowing her
enormous cleavage to show and Tina could see that Elsie didn't
believe in bras and had large circular nipples jutting straight
out. Elsie didn't believe in panties either, because as Tina
lowered her eyes she could see that Elsie's skin was pressed flush
against the frock in a couple of places where sweat had plastered
it to her body. A couple of the kinky hairs from her gash had
somehow pushed through the flimsy cotton frock which ended about a
foot or so above her knee.
"This way," she said in her heavily accented Caribbean
manner, leading the two upstairs.
"That's Master's room," she said, pointing to the end of the
hallway. Miss Donna is in this room and Miss Tina is here. If
you want anything I'll be downstairs."
Elsie turned and plodded down the stairs. Marshall had the
corner bedroom. Tina had been placed next to him and Donna next
to Tina. Not a bad arrangement, Tina thought to herself.
"Well, kiddo," Donna said. "I don't know about you, but I
could use a good, hot bath. I'll see you later." Donna ran her
fingertips across Tina's ass, gave it a friendly slap and
slithered into her room.
"Yeah," Tina echoed. "See you later."
Tina walked into her room and surveyed it. There was a big
double bed--naturally, Tina smiled to herself--a couple of chairs
and the usual bedroom furniture. The bathroom was large and had
an extra large-sized tub. Tina reached over and turned the hot
water on letting it splash into the tub. Without waiting for it
to fill she stepped into it and lay down flat, slithering over to
the end of than tub which had the faucet and lifting her legs in a
V so her slit would be under the running water. She wiggled and
squirmed to get the right position so that the water would gush
over and into her gash pounding away at her clit. Tina reached
over and pulled the plug out of the tub. She didn't want the tub
filling with water. She just wanted to lie flat against its cool
surface so that her cunt could get the pounding it was aching for.
She spread her legs farther and farther apart and opened her cunt
lips with her fingers, parting her hair and laying the pink inner
lips open and bare to the hot gushing water.
Tina's cunt filled with the hot water in a matter of seconds,
but she kept her lips spread wide and the water pounded into them
and the water that was already in her cunt spurted up and out in
little streams. Her pink clit turned redder and redder under the
force of the water and Tina felt a strange heat spreading through
her body which had nothing to do with the hot water.
Her fingers grew numb and her cunt lips slipped from her
fingers, closing over the pool of water trapped in her cave. The
water pounded against her closed lips now and splashed and
splattered all over the tub bouncing across her tits and spilling
over her nipples, which also ached for action. Tina was still
alive, but she had lost control of her body. She was conscious
but unable to do anything but feel the burning pounding that was
pushing her inexorably to orgasm.
Tina was too freaked-out to recognize what was happening, but
suddenly she was no longer under the pounding hot faucet. The
first flash of orgasm had riveted through her body and she'd
twisted into a series of contortions. She flopped over on her
belly and then on her side. Her legs thrashed about splashing
water all over the tub, all over her and all over the bathroom.
The hot water splashing about felt good wetting Tina's body
all over as she thrashed about against the cool metal of the
bathtub. Tina tried desperately to jam her fingers into her hole,
but her body had taken on a life of its own and it was having its
own orgasm, wildly gyrating under the stream of hot water.
It seemed like an hour later that Tina came, too, somehow
dragged herself to the tub's drain, put the plug back in so the
tub could fill with water and then collapsed under the strain of
her orgasm as the tub filled with water and floated her body back
to reality.
Tina finally opened her eyes and surveyed the bathroom. It
was a mess. There was water splattered all over the ornate-tiled
room, the toilet seat and the mirror over the sink were all wet.
Tina had taken a lovely comfortable room and destroyed it with one
single orgasm. Tina fingered her tits and looked around the room,
laughing at the mess she'd made, but admiring the expense that had
gone into the construction of the room.
She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard scratching sound.
Tina turned toward the open door and there stood Maku, tentative
and bashful. Tina reacted without thinking, letting out a loud
gasp and trying to cover herself. But then she burst out laughing
as Maku quickly stepped behind the door in embarrassment. She
wasn't used to flashing her muff at twelve-year-olds and had
completely forgotten that Maku had already gotten a thorough view
of her, tits, ass, cunt and all.
"Come on back, Maku," Tina called out. "I'm sorry, it's just
that you startled me. Come on back."
Timidly the young man peered around the door and then entered
the bathroom, stepping barefoot in one of the puddles.
"It's okay, Maku," Tina said when she saw the puzzled look on
his face. "I splashed the water and made the mess."
"I clean up later," Maku said smiling.
"Don't ... Thank you," Tina said, looking over the young man.
If he was only twelve, she thought to herself, he had one hell of
a body, and that body came equipped with a nice cock as she could
plainly see by the bulge in his shorts.
"Miss Donna say Miss Tina maybe like a massage. It is Maku's
specialty, no?"
"Sure," Tina said sensing an opening. "Shall I get out of
the tub?"
"No, Miss Tina," Maku replied stepping closer. "Stay in tub,
Maku climb in, tub is big enough."
"Be my guest," Tina smiled as Maku started climbing into the
tub.
"But take those shorts off, you'll only get them wet in
here," she continued.
"Sure thing, Miss Tina," Maku smiled. "No get shorts wet."
He slipped gracefully out of them, sliding them down his
hips, drawing one leg up and pulling it off and then drawing the
other leg through the shorts. He flipped them through the open
door and onto the dry rug in the next room. Tina surveyed her
young masseur. His limbs were strong and well-formed, but
although he was on the skinny side, his body was well-endowed with
tough, stringy muscles. There was a fringe of kinky hair around
his generous cock, which was now beginning to stir amid that
fringe and come to life. Even in its unerect state it was large.
Tina spread her legs so that each touched one wall of the
tub. She didn't feel like talking any more, so she just gestured
to the area between her legs. Maku had been here before and knew
how to pick up a hint. He stepped nimbly over the wall of the tub
and over Tina's legs and fell to his knees in the water between
her legs. He stared at the rich, hairy muff that beckoned him,
and at the large tits that anticipated his strong hands kneading
them.
He stretched his arms wide and flexed his muscles and leaned
down to Tina. Planting one hand on each of her open thighs he dug
his strong fingers in, kneading her flesh and stretching it over
her bones.
Maku had strong hands and Tina felt shivers running through
her body as Maku dug into her flesh and moved his hands up and
down her thighs from her knees to her hips, kneading and pressing
and waking up long-lost nerves. Yes, Tina thought to herself,
Maku had been here before and he knew exactly how to work his way
up to the precise moment when he would bring Tina to the brink of
total blackout.
He slid his hands up her hips and massaged her belly now,
pressing hard and deep into Tina's muscular, well-developed
midsection. He worked in expanding circles around Tina's
bellybutton, alternately pressing with his fingertips and then
with his knuckles. At first Tina had been apprehensive about the
young man, but now she abandoned herself completely to his strong
manipulative hands.
Now Maku concentrated on Tina's ribs, running his knuckles
over them, back and forth, digging between them and pushing them
apart. The pain of reawakening raced through her body from head
to toe and back again. Maku knew his work and proceeded
carefully. He gripped Tina's right tit between both his hands and
pressed it together into a roll. Then he rolled it back and forth
between both his hands, carefully pinching the nipple and
releasing it, pinching it and releasing it, continuing to roll and
squeeze it. It was a feeling that Tina had never experienced
before. Her mouth fell open and she could feel the saliva
dripping down her chin, but she didn't have the strength to snap
her jaws closed.
Maku reached over to the other tit and gave it the same
treatment. Tina felt her body growing hotter and hotter. Maku
pressed his knee against her patch and Tina rubbed her hips up and
down feeling his smooth, silky black knee against her cunt through
her bush of hair. Her own hair was turning her on now and Tina
was completely surrendering to the ministrations of the twelve-
year-old houseboy.
Maku continued rolling one tit between both his hands but now
he bent his head down and sucked the other nipple between his
teeth nipping and biting it gently around and around in circles.
Tina felt her entire body short-circuiting itself Maku was
assaulting every one of her pleasure spots. Tina ached to feel
his cock inside of her, but he was stronger than she and he hadn't
finished his massage yet. She could feel his heavy cock leaning
against her belly as he switched tits, now rolling the left one
while nipping at the right one with his teeth.
He was bringing her along very slowly to a first orgasm,
working slowly to both bring it on and to delay it, dragging her
to the brink of total annihilation and then pulling her back.
"Oh, please, let me come, let me," Tina pleaded.
"Oh, no, Miss Tina, hold back, hold back a little," Maku
whispered. "Will be much better if hold back."
"No, now, I want my orgasm now." Tina begged, squirming,
pushing her pelvis up as if she could have her orgasm by reaching
out for it and grabbing it. But Maku kept her balanced on the
edge, almost feeling herself coming, yet not quite coming as he
continued rolling one tit and sucking on the other and pushing his
knee against her patch.
Maku pulled back for a moment and lifted Tina's legs so that
her thatch became a target point for his stiff cock. Very gently,
with thumb and index finger Maku spread her cunt lips. Tina knew
what was coming and drew a deep breath in expectation. In a
moment Maku's rod would plunge through her bush, past her reddened
cunt lips and deep into her hole. Tina knew that this would
indeed be the moment of total wipeout orgasm. Maku moved back on
his knees, leaned forward with his hands on Tina's tits and
allowing himself to fall forward. His cock moved in a perfect arc
and scored a perfect hit moving gracefully through Tina's patch of
black cunt hair, pushing smoothly past her wet cunt lips,
moistened by the anticipation and foreplay and slid smoothly into
the pink tunnel that started at her cunt lips and had its nerve
endings deep in the back of Tina's skull.
For Tina who squinted her eyes shut the minute she felt Maku
fall forward as the whole scene took place in slow motion. She
felt her cunt hair tickle as his cock moved through them. It felt
like it lasted for five minutes despite the fact that his cock
sliced through her patch in just instants. Tina then felt her hot
red cunt lips pried apart as though someone had jammed a hydraulic
jack between those lips and turned it on full. Her lips were,
shoved wide apart, stretching the skin like it had never before
been stretched, farther apart than it had ever been stretched.
The skin almost tore as she felt her lips pried wide open. She
felt her cave being torn to shreds by the massive weapon being
forced through the well-greased walls. Tina had begged and
pleaded and now she felt the chain reaction start. The sensation
spread like wildfire from the vortex of her twat and spread in
ever-widening circles throughout her entire body, encompassing her
tits, her ass and her entire being.
But before the orgasm could spread to every inch of her body,
Maku started rocking back and forth on her body plunging his
weapon in and out, slamming his strong black belly against her
well-muscled white belly. His cock sank deep into her, tearing
away at her walls and slamming into the back wall. Tina could
barely keep breathing under the assault and didn't really care
whether she did or not. She arched her back, bringing her belly
up to meet his. The slap was deafening as the two bodies met in
hard contact, but the effect of the slapping motion was even more
destructive on Tina's inside where Maku's rod slammed away at
every nerve ending sending shudders racing through Tina's entire
body.
Each successive orgasm raced and overtook the proceeding one
like ripples on a lake. One after another in short grunts and
gasps Tina's voice echoed her pain/pleasure through the hard tile
walls of the bathroom. At last Tina's body could not take any
more and she felt herself slowing down, but then she felt a
strange pulsating motion in Maku's prick and she felt him shooting
his load deep into her. Her cunt swung into action, twitching and
wiggling, wringing his tool as best she could. She could feel the
streams of hot come shooting deep into her. It felt like her
session under the hot faucet in the bathroom as he poured
everything he had into her. Tina didn't know how he managed to
hold a load like that in him but now it went pouring deeply into
her and she pushed her hips up to trap every bit of it between her
spread legs.
Maku collapsed on top of his cock, shriveling up and his come
starting to leak out of her worn cunt. They both rose out of the
bathtub and surveyed the bathroom. It was even worse now, with
even more water splashed all over the place. Maku extended his
hand to Tina and helped her out of the tub.
"Massage satisfactory?" he asked as they walked into the
bedroom.
"Massage satisfactory," Tina grinned, patting his backside.
"Must go get mop, clean up bathroom," Maku said, as he
scooped up his shorts and wiggled back into them and trotted from
the bedroom.
The blush which had spread throughout Tina's body was
beginning to subside and now Tina went prowling through the house.
As good as young Maku had been in the saddle, Tina felt that his
banging had only been a preliminary fuck. Her body had been tuned
to a fine point and now Tina was ready for a really heavy evening.
She headed for Marshall's room and seeing that the door was
open she poked her head into it and at first almost wished she
hadn't. She'd caught Marshall with Elsie, but as she watched from
behind the doorpost, she was fascinated. Elsie stripped her frock
off and lay back on the bed. Although she was tall and her body
stout, she moved with grace and sensuality. She lay back and
propped a pillow under her hips raising them and then lifted her
head. From behind the door Tina couldn't see Marshall but she had
an incredible view of Elsie's body. Elsie had large thick legs
that were firm as rocks. They were almost straight up in the air
and spread wide apart, exposing her pink little asshole and the
thick patch of kinky hair that was even blacker than her skin.
The thick thatch had a part in it and through the part Tina could
see the thick pink lips, almost as thick as the lips of Elsie's
mouth, poking through the black forest of her crotch.
Tina could see the little droplets of juice clinging to the
thick lips. There was a big grin on her face as she lay there
waggling her legs silently, digging her ass into the pillow.
Tina somehow admired the two large buttocks on which Elsie
balanced herself as she squirmed. They were large and fleshy, yet
somehow very sexy. Tina looked up beyond the buttocks, over the
big hairy gash upon her attention had been riveted, and looked at
the big round belly. Yes, it was fat, but somehow it was also
firm and somehow Tina felt a twinge in her body. She wanted that
large, fat woman, wanted to bury her head in the folds of fat that
somehow had remained firm, wanted to stick her head through the
hair bush and into the wet, pink crevice. She wanted to throw
herself on that big fleshy, beckoning body. Tina looked at the
large tits that had earlier been straining against the frock which
now lay on the floor. The tits were also large and fleshy and
rolled back and forth from side to side and from front to back,
with the big nipples at their points a bright pink.
"Hey, master, you come hump me now?" Elsie called out.
Without a word, Marshall appeared in Tina's field of vision,
walking from a corner of the bedroom to where his housekeeper lay
with her legs flapping in the air. Marshall was nude and jiggled
slightly as he walked, but one thing was very clear. His big cock
was already erect and it preceded him as he approached his big
black partner.
"Open wide, Elsie, my love," he whispered, "because here I
come."
Tina fingered her crevice, toying with the hair at the
entrance. She wanted Marshall. She wanted that big stiff cock
inside of her, plunging in and driving her insane. She needed it.
She wanted the big black woman lying on the bed awaiting the man
she wanted. She wanted to roll over that big, fleshy black body,
smooth and silky, but soft and welcoming.
Tina buried her fingers deeper into her cave and wiggled them
back and forth as she watched Marshall kneel on the edge of the
bed and Elsie somehow spreading her legs even wider as Marshall
leaned against the V of her legs and steadied himself as he
maneuvered his cock right on target through the pink portals and
into the palace of flesh.
"Ahhhhhh!" Elsie moaned long and low. It was a combination
sigh and gurgle as Marshall's rod slid home deep into her waiting
cavern. Elsie tossed her hips up, bouncing Marshall into the air
so that his cock would come down again and hammer into her hole.
Marshall pulled back and then slammed forward. Their bodies made
a plop-plop sound as Marshall slammed down and Elsie heaved up,
working in unison together toward orgasm.
Tina turned for a moment and saw Maku heading for her room
with a mop and bucket to clean up the leftovers of their little
humping session in the bathtub. In the background she continued
to hear the plop-plop of the two bodies meeting in love.
Tina turned back to the duo in the master bedroom and she
could see that they were both climaxing, wordlessly quivering and
shooting their loads as their bodies strained against each other
in that cosmic moment of total destruction.
"Well, Tina, are you coming in or are you just going to stand
there or are you going to join us?" Marshall called out as he
rolled off Elsie, exposing once again her juicy body.
"Huh?"
"We've both been watching you for a long time," Marshall
laughed. "Come on and Join us." He patted the mattress on the
other side of his fat black lover.
Tina smiled. She was glad Marshall had a sense of humor and
she walked into the room and plunked down beside Elsie.
"Miss Tina want to suck my boobie?" Elsie magnanimously
asked.
"How did you know?" Tina responded. "Your eyes are open as
big as my boobie, go ahead suck, Mama Elsie like," she replied.
Tina bent over and took a large mouthful of Elsie's ample
tit. It tasted sweet-sour from the sweat of humping, but it was
big and soft and Tina loved it.
"Now don't get too excited, Tina," Marshall cut in. "There
are some people coming over for a little party later, and I've got
one friend picked out just for you."
"Why, thank you," Tina responded. "I'm looking forward to
it."
"Elsie, go get her the special salve," Marshall commanded.
Elsie was enjoying Tina's little sucking session as much as
Tina was, but she reluctantly got up. She pulled her skimpy frock
onto her body and left the room.
Marshall reached over and fondled Tina's tits.
"The Indians off in the jungle back of the house have an
amazing collections of potions," he said, pushing her boobs
together so he nipples touched and grew erect under the pressure.
"Anyway, the one I sent Elsie for is guaranteed to net you any man
you want and if you'll take my advice, set your aim at Roger,
huh?"
"For at least one night," Tina laughed, pressing up against
Marshall's hands as he applied a little pressure to her tender
boobs.
"Enjoying yourself so far?" Marshall asked.
"Yes, especially that little houseboy of yours," she said,
rolling over on top of Marshall and straddling his body.
Marshall looked up as Tina balanced herself across his
stomach and sliding back so that her ass slithered over his
stomach. His cock grew erect and her ass slithered over it and
she spread her legs so that it could slide into her waiting
crevice which was sopping wet with anticipation. Tina groaned in
ecstasy as Marshall's tool slid home, and she rode up and down, up
and down hard on the granite-hard prick that was poking deep into
her.
Marshall lay back and laughed as Tina rode and rode and rode
until she keeled overland blacked out, her body shaking and
quivering as Marshall's tool shot his load deep into her.
Chapter 8
Tina awoke with a start, feeling a pair of strong large hands
lifting her buttocks. She was lying on her belly and the hands
turned her on her back. Tina blinked her eyes open and looked up
to see Elsie leaning over, her tits straining against her flimsy
frock.
"Wake up, Miss Tina," she hissed. "Guests are arriving and
you must put potion on."
Tina rolled over and surrendered to the strong hands of
Elsie. She would rather have taken Elsie off to her own room and
spent a couple of hours exploring her big, black body with its
many contrasts, large, but delicate, fleshy, yet firm and oh, so
sexy.
Tina propped herself up on one arm and watched as Elsie
kneeled at the foot of the bed and whispered what seemed to be a
prayer. Elsie swiftly arose and took a small vial from her pocket
and poured a bit of the creamy liquid into the palm of her hand
and slapped it over Tina's left tit. Tina winced under the impact
which was so sudden, but the liquid seemed to be hot and smooth
and Elsie's hand was so comforting. Elsie repeated the procedure
with Tina's other tit and again Tina felt heat spreading through
her body, just like the slow methodical budding of a really great
orgasm.
Elsie was really enjoying her work and the smile on her face
showed it. She spilled the remainder of the vial on Tina's belly
and massaged it thoroughly in, from the bottom of her tits into
the dense bush between her legs.
"Bring you good luck to your good body," Elsie smiled at
Tina.
Tina smiled back and spread her legs, inviting Elsie, but
Elsie frowned.
"Not when guests are here," she said suddenly, turning and
leaving the room.
Tina surveyed her body. The white cream had disappeared into
her skin and she ran her hands over her tits and belly feeling the
unusual silky feeling that her skin had gained from the cream.
"You must be Tina," a voice from beyond the door called out.
Tina wasn't really startled. She somehow expected someone to walk
through the door, and now he did.
Tall and blond with a well-muscled body and Tina could see
almost every one of the bulging muscles. He was clad only in a
pair of flowered beach shorts and loved showing off his perfect
body.
"I'm Roger."
"They told me a lot about you," Tina replied.
"What did they say?" he shot back looking over Tina who made
no effort to rise or hide any part of her body that lay sprawled
on the bed before him like a delicious platter of goodies.
"Just that I had to meet you, though they didn't say why,"
Tina answered, rearranging herself slightly so he could have a
better view of her pussy.
"They told me quite a bit about you, too."
"What?"
"I'd rather find out for myself," he grinned, approaching the
bed.
"What's stopping you?"
Roger said nothing, just stood there, fiddling with the
stretch band on his shorts and watching as Tina rolled over and
tossed her hair back and forth making a long, whipping motion with
it. Tina knew that cream or no cream, magic or no magic, she had
Roger in the palm of her hand and she was enjoying the sensation.
She stood up on the bed, drawing herself up to her full height and
then fell into a complete split, her bush brushing the satin
sheets on the bed, and her cunt opening wide as the muscles
stretched her lips open. Tina rolled back, her legs still apart,
so Roger could get a solid view of her crevice.
"Everything they said about you was true," he laughed out
loud.
"Everything they said and more," Tina grinned back. "Watch
this."
Tina pulled herself back to a standing position and then
leaped off the bed, landing on her hands and going into a full
cartwheel.
"And this," she continued.
Now she allowed herself to fall back, her legs spread wide.
She fell back, bending in half the wrong way. This incredible
bend stunned even Roger. He stared motionless at Tina who jiggled
her tits which hung over her shoulders now. He also stared at
Tina's patch which was stretched tight by this latest contortion.
Her cunt lips poked through the thick black hair and at the top of
her cunt, the pink knob of her clit pushed through like a
miniature prick. Roger's mouth watered as he surveyed the display
of nookie before him, and slipped his shorts over his stiff rod
and down his legs.
"Don't just stand there, lover boy," Tina laughed, jiggling
her tits again. "Come hump me."
Roger knew an invitation when he received one and took two
steps toward Tina. He fingered her patch and ran his fingers up
and down the ridge of her cunt lips.
"Do it now, you bastard," Tina hissed.
Holding his cock and guiding it toward the center of the
crevice, Roger stepped forward and pushed hard. He didn't expect
his cock to slide home so easily, but the magic cream must have
been doing its thing because Tina's cunt reacted like a vacuum
cleaner, sucking it right in and gripping it hard.
Roger reached down to Tina's shoulders and brought her up to
a standing position.
"Thanks," she breathed. "My back was beginning to feel it."
Roger made no response. His cock was still in her and now he
pressed his lips against hers and pried her mouth open with his
tongue and plunged it deep into her throat. Tina responded by
sucking his tongue into her and chewing on it. She wrapped her
arms around him and hoisted herself onto his body, wrapping her
legs around his torso. His pole felt good inside her and she
wiggled up and down as shivers of pleasure raced through her body.
Tina's weight caused Roger to stumble and waver, but he
tensed his muscles and staggered to the bed where he fell down on
top of her, plunging his pole even deeper into her. Tina let out
a sharp gasp as she felt his cock drill deep into her. It was
more than she had bargained for, but she was glad to have it so
deep in her.
The two rolled back and forth on the bed, over and around,
play-wrestling. Tina struggled atop Roger and tried to pin him.
Roger allowed himself to be pinned only because he liked to have a
bitch like Tina riding him, slamming her body against his, her
tits bouncing madly against his chest and her cunt scraping the
skin off his long, erect cock.
When Roger tired of this, he rolled over on top of Tina and
started giving her the riding of her life up and down, up and
down, slapping his chest against hers as hard as he could,
knocking the wind from her lungs.
"Come on, baby, come on," Roger cried as he felt his cock
begin to pulsate in her tight cunt.
Tina let her body swing free, heir cunt pulsating with his
cock, her pussy juice sloshing around inside the passionate walls
her crevice. At last she let loose and allow herself to come
seeing stars and feeling the electricity shoot through her body.
Roger laughed as he felt her body go stiff and then launched his
own wad deep into her. This set Tina off again and even Roger's
body pinning Tina's to the bed failed to hold her down, as she
bucked and twisted, tossing him off her and onto the bed next to
her.
"They didn't tell me the half about you, Roger said, grinning
at Tina and fondling her tits as she came down off her high.
"You better believe it," she said, bounding up and taking his
hand and dragging him toward the hallway.
"Let's get into a scene with someone else," Tina said. "I
gotta have more."
"If the little lady wants more, she's gonna get more," Roger
said, laughing and following Tina. He was thoroughly satisfied by
their superwoman, but if she wanted more, he was going to join
her.
Tina didn't know how Roger would react to her little scheme,
but she dragged him along anyway.
Fuck it! Tina thought, I gotta have Elsie and if he doesn't
like it, he can fuck himself. Tina had been aching for Elsie all
afternoon and events had conspired to keep them apart. Roger and
Tina Wandered down the hall. They caught a glimpse of Marshall
slipping it to Donna, whose body was painted with bright orange
and purple paints. The two were so involved with each other that
they didn't notice Tina and Roger heading down the hallway.
Tina led Roger to the kitchen where Elsie was bent over her
Work. Tina left Roger at the door and tiptoed into the kitchen.
She gently approached Elsie from the rear and carefully placed her
hands on Elsie's hips and squeezed gently.
Elsie turned around with a start.
"Oh, it's you, Miss Tina. Hello."
"Come join us on the beach."
"Oh, no, Miss Tina. Master need me here."
"I need you on the beach," Tina said, lifting Elsie's frock
and massaging the valley between her immense buttocks. "Come with
us."
"Oh, no, Miss Tina, oh, no," Elsie repeated, but this time
less certainly as she started to feel the effects of Tina's hands
kneading the flesh behind her twat.
Roger watched from the doorway and he, too, grew fascinated
by the strange black woman to whom Tina was ministering. She
seemed to be all things, fat and solid, yet strangely sexy and
alluring all at the same time. From behind, Roger could see the
edges of her tits quiver as Tina pressed her body against the big
woman's back all the time continuing her massage and still
whispering in her ear.
"Come on, Elsie, come on."
"No, I mustn't."
"Yes, damnit, Elsie, yes."
"No, please, no."
"Yes, Elsie, yes."
Tina's voice grew more and more insistent and her hand
motions stronger and faster. Elsie's voice grew weaker and weaker
as she leaned against Tina and fell under the spell of her
massage.
Suddenly, Elsie's body shook violently, almost pushing Tina's
body away. Elsie gripped the edge of the table and held tight as
she came shuddering and twitching. She turned around showing her
front. There was a big round wet spot at her crotch from the
pussy juice that poured out of her hole. The wet spot on the
dress clung against her twat highlighting her kinky cunt hair that
pressed out through the flimsy cotton.
"Oh, now you ruin Elsie's dress," she complained smiling. "I
must go change now so Master won't see me like this."
"I'll buy you a dozen like them," Roger said, stepping out
from the doorway and smiling at the big woman, "if you'll join us
on the beach."
Elsie stared at him, tall and white, standing before her with
his full erection. She looked at Tina who smiled and nodded. Now
Tina knew that she had indeed met Mr. Right--that she and Roger
would be happy together for a long time.
"Okay," Elsie said meekly, breaking into a huge grin.
Tina took her by one hand and Roger by the other and they led
her out the kitchen door and down to the beach behind one of the
many dunes that dotted it. Tina stopped Elsie and stepped in
front of her and sank to her knees. Elsie knew what was expected
of her, and was even looking forward to it. She spread her legs,
causing her frock to rise up her hips. Tina pushed her head under
the frock and started licking Elsie's patch clean. There were
little droplets of come speckled through her hair and Tina was
rubbing her chin and running her tongue through the black forest.
Roger unbuttoned Elsie's frock and pulled it over her head
setting her tits free. The sight of those tits jiggling so
sensuously drove Roger wild. He stepped behind the big black
woman and anchored himself to those tits with his hands, pushing
them from side to side and puffing them every which way. They
were putty in his hands and the sensation drove him wild. His
cock was aching and now he pressed it against her ass, feeling the
not of muscles pressing back. He leaned harder as he felt Elsie
pressing against him. She wanted his cock up her ass and he was
going to shove it in. Tina was slurping and gobbling and Elsie
started to pant under her assault.
"Push, Mr. Roger, push," Elsie panted.
Roger applied himself once more, gripping her tits and
sharply bringing his hips forward, hammering his prick into her.
Elsie let out a long, low moan as she felt the cock slide into
her. She wasn't sure whether she was moaning because of Tina's
attack or Roger's cock. Tina let up for a moment and Elsie
started failing forward on all fours, landing on her hands and
knees. Tina squirmed under her, and Roger continued his assault,
slapping his hips against the ample, well-padded buttocks.
Elsie lay down atop Tina and Roger continued cornholing
Elsie. Tina felt almost squashed under the two bodies but Elsie's
body was so warm and all-encompassing that she hardly minded the
weight.
Roger started to feel himself come and Elsie knew that any
moment now her ass would be filled with his reservoir of come.
She straightened up knocking Roger flat on his back. His cock
waved wildly in the air back and forth, but Elsie squirmed around,
forgetting Tina, and grabbed it in her fist and started bringing
him off.
He squirted his come onto his own belly and was immediately
attacked by both women who started licking through the blond hair
on his stomach and chest, licking up his sweet, juicy come.
Elsie tongued his entire body, while Tina sucked his cock in
her mouth, up and down the now-limp member which suddenly grew
stiff again.
"Ride me, ride me," Roger gasped.
Elsie continued to lick but Tina quickly mounted Roger and
rode him like she never rode before, up and down his pole, she
felt it deep inside of her, at last coming again, shooting another
load into her.
* * *
Elsie had returned to the house and now the two lovers lay
arm in arm on the cool night beach.
"Come with me," Roger began as he fondled Tina's tits.
"Where to?"
"Paris. You'll be the toast of the town. I've got friends
who'd love to hump you."
"Sounds delicious."
Roger rolled over onto Tina. His cock was stiff again and he
was aching to give her a proper pronging.
Tina spread her legs and felt the shaft of his cock slide in
along the soft inside of her thigh.
She felt the hot head of it slide higher and higher and she
felt the tremors of passion and lust increase within her as the
cock made its way to her cunt.
Her pussy was wet and becoming wetter and wetter with the
flow of come that was gushing out of her and making her slick and
ready for fucking.
The pleasure she felt at the touch of Roger's cock was
something wonderful and she knew that she could be very happy with
him.
They fucked on the beach like a couple of maniacs and could
not get enough of the wonderful pleasures they were feeling.
There was a tremendous storm that was about to blow up but
they didn't care. They lay on the beach and had the water and the
sand wash over them as they stroked and fucked like animals.
Their bodies were wet and slick and they slid off each other
in the most delicious and incredible way.
They were homier than they had ever been and the novelty and
the thrill of this discovery made them want each other more and
more.
"Fuck me, Roger. Stick that cock up my cunt," she gasped as
he shoved that cock higher and higher into her cunt.
The luscious and delicious feelings she felt were something
that she could not get enough of and she knew that when they got
to Paris this would continue for as long as they were both
willing.
She felt this and she wanted to continue to fuck him for the
rest of her life.
Her thighs were spread as far as they would go and she bucked
her hips up to get more and more of his cock into her cunt. It
was thick and solid and completely filled up her hole.
She raked and scraped his tool across her clit and vibrated
with the intensity of the emotions she felt.
There was something wonderful about the whole thing and she
knew that eventually they would hit it off together.
Her cunt oozed and spewed forth come and juices and she gave
him all the cunt and the pleasure that he wanted and more.
Roger plunged and shoved his cock as far as it would go and
she clenched the muscles of her cunt to envelope the shaft in
tight, sweet meat.
"Do it slow," she gasped as he stroked up and down above her.
Then she shifted her weight. She turned him quickly around
and got on top of him.
She was now sitting on his pole and jumping up and down on it
with all the force and the pressure she could.
It was sheer heaven to her and she loved every inch and every
stroke of his cock in and out of her.
Her mouth was hanging half open and she jumped harder on his
cock and controlled the delicious sensations that she felt.
Her tits jiggled up and down with the force of her fucking
and she raked her fingernails across his balls.
He moaned and groaned beneath her as Tina found the crack of
his ass with her fingers and plunged deeper in there.
She felt the tight hot feeling of his asshole and she knew
that he loved this. Tina knew that this was driving him out of
his mind and making him tremble and twitch with the pleasure and
the pain of their fucking and plunging.
They loved to fuck and nothing was ever going to stop them
now.
Nothing would come between the two of them screwing like that
and she felt that her, whole body was going to be ripped apart by
the force of her orgasm when it finally came.
As his cock rammed in and out of her she raked her own
fingers over the clit of her cunt and stimulated herself at the
same time.
Her clit was hard and erect and she felt the little nubbin of
her pleasure come to flaming life beneath the loving affections of
her fingers.
There was nothing left to do now but to come. She felt the
waves of pleasure about to break over her and make her shoot the
cream that was within her.
Her cunt throbbed and pulsated with the pleasure she felt and
the sensations were making her head spin.
The intense pleasure of her orgasm made Tina gasp as she felt
her cunt tighten up and then gush forth with the thick come.
Roger was about to come too now.
He raked his cock in and out of her and then shot the thick
load of come all the way into her cunt.
She could not believe the incredible amount of come that he
shot into her.
There was so much of it that her cunt could not hold it all
and some of it came dribbling out of her hole and coursed down her
thighs.
She drenched his cock with the thick come and he drenched her
thighs and cunt with his come.
They were happy and exhausted now and they plunged and shoved
in and out of each other with the incredible passions they felt.
Chapter 9
A few days later they were both ready to leave.
Roger and Tina said goodbye to everybody and drove off to the
docks to take the boat to Paris.
Tina was looking forward to that. She could not wait to get
there and start the kind of life she had always wanted.
She wanted to be a Bohemian in the worst way and she knew
that Paris was the only place to do it.
Any other place was just, an imitation of that kind of life
and Paris was the original.
All the artists and the freaky people came from there and she
knew that she would fit right in with their life style.
Her cunt could not wait either.
She knew that there would be a lot of fucking all over the
place when they got there and that Roger would not mind if she
went off and fucked anybody she wanted.
She was glad that Roger was like that and she knew that she
would not mind if he went out and did the same thing.
That was the kind of life she wanted and she hoped that Roger
would want the same thing also.
He had told her so much about Paris that she thought she had
already been there in her mind.
She felt that she had already seen and done all the wonderful
things that he had told her about.
She knew that she would have a great time there and that
there would be nothing to stop her from having the kind of life
that she craved and needed more than anything else in the world.
It seemed to her that the boat took forever to get to France.
They seemed to have been sailing for weeks when they finally
spotted land one early morning.
They boarded the train to Paris and Tina spent most of her
time gazing out the window to the new landscape that unfolded
before her.
She could not get enough of this new and wonderful place.
Tine felt that she had to see and do everything at the same
time before she got any older.
Not that she was old by any means, but she felt that life was
for living at any cost and time waited for no man.
Pleasure and living had to be taken at a gallop and that was
the way she wanted to live from now.
Roger slept for most of the ride and Tina found herself
becoming bored and restless. There was something brewing within
her and she did not know what it was at first.
She felt there was something stirring inside her and when she
looked around her from the window she realized what it was.
She was horny. Tina knew that there was only one cure for
that. She had to get layed and she had to do it right away.
She looked around her to see if there might be any likely
looking males with which to fuck.
She was curious and anxious about all the stories she had
heard about the French men and she was more than willing to test
out the theory of whether they were true or not.
That was one thing she could not resist.
She could not resist the temptation to try out a French man
and see if they were all they were cracked up to be.
The only person she saw that might fit her needs was the
young conductor that came around and checked tickets and announced
destinations.
She knew that he must have a thick cock from the huge bulge
she saw in his tight pants.
She was willing and hungry and more than willing to try
anything that he might want to do.
The next time he came around she gave him a big smile and
asked him something in the little French she knew.
He smiled at her and replied in English.
"I understand English, young lady," he said to her.
"I'm so glad. I wanted to know where the bathroom is."
"Come with me. I will show you a proper bathroom. The
public ones are not fit for pigs. I will let you use the private
one we have for special passengers and for the crew."
Tina hoped that she would have the chance to fuck him and she
had confidence in herself that she would be able to communicate to
him the need she had for his cock.
He led the way through the cars and then finally stopped
before a wood paneled door. He opened it and stepped inside. He
began showing her where the things were and was about to leave
when she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. The door
was still closed and the knob was still in his hand when he
whirled around to catch sight of her doing that.
"You are very brave." he said casually.
"What do you mean," Tina replied with as innocent a tone as
she could.
"When a woman does certain things a man may perhaps receive
the wrong idea as to her intentions."
"Any intentions you have are fine with me," she smiled at him
as her hands slowly picked up her skirt and her fingers tangled
themselves in the fine down of her crotch. Her middle finger
gently caressed her clit and a shudder of pleasure shot through
her.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip in delicious
pleasure as the conductor looked on.
"No. I apologize. A man could only get one impression."
He approached her after locking the door behind him. She
heard the click and knew that they would definitely fuck now.
His hands reached out and joined hers as she stroked and
fingered her cunt. She felt the dry warmth of his hands on hers
and pushed deeper into her cunt.
He pulled her hands away and then he continued stroking at
her clit and her cunt lips.
Tina could not believe the incredible passion she suddenly
felt as his hands found the lips and spread them slowly apart.
She moaned low in her throat and smiled while her eyes
closed.
"Nice. Do it slowly. Nice and slow."
Tina could tell that his hands were experienced and that he
knew just what to do to get her hot and excited.
She spread her legs a little farther apart and let his
fingers explore every part of her thighs and her cunt.
She leaned closer to him because she could hardly stand any
more. Her legs were weak and rubbery and she gasped as his middle
finger found her cunt hole and dived into the moistening and
thickening tissues.
He prodded harder and then she had to sit. She could no
longer stand.
She leaned to him and he picked her up and sat her bare ass
on the cool porcelain of the wash basin.
She felt the contrast of his hot fingers and her hot cunt
with the coldness of the sink and a shudder of pleasure shot
through her and made her pant and gasp in delicious abandon.
Her cunt was hot and flaming and the cream oozed out of her
and dripped to the sink below her.
Her cunt could not get enough of his meaty hand inside her
and Tina knew that her cunt needed his cock now.
"You animal. Do it slow and easy. Nice and slow," she
moaned as her chin lifted and her mouth hung open a little more
now. Her eyes were closed, and she reveled in the delicious
feelings his hand and his fingers were giving her.
He had two fingers inside her now and stroked slowly but
forcefully and raked his knuckles across her clit.
The sensations she was having were driving her mad and Tina
now wanted his cock.
She could feel the meaty tool beneath the fabric of his pants
and she stroked it with her hand.
"I want this," she gasped.
"With pleasure," he answered.
He quickly undid the zipper and the buckle of the pants and
his cock sprang suddenly to life.
It bobbed up and down before her and she grasped the head of
it with her little fist.
The man groaned as he felt the cool fingers surround the head
of his cock and shoved it a little in and out of her palm.
They were both hotter than hell and they crushed and fought
against each other.
"Fuck me now," she moaned languidly as her hands pulled his
cock to her.
She felt the tool approach her cunt and she spread her cunt
lisp with her hands to get the shaft in there. She craved him
more than anything now and she knew that this would be one fuck
that she would not forget.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer
and closer to her until she could feel the head of his cock
pressed against her cunt lips.
He knew what he was doing. His technique was making her
squirm and tremble with delight.
He rubbed the head of his thick cock against her cunt lips
and she experienced a rush of pleasure that made her scream a
little.
"You like, no?" he asked.
"I like yes. Very much," Tina gasped as she felt the head of
his cock now enter her cunt and slide into the already wet and
slick cunt hole.
She felt the shaft of it penetrate all the way to the depths
of her and knew that he was one hell of a fucker.
She knew that he was good at what he did and she bucked her
hips to him to get more and more of his cock into her.
The white porcelain was now wet with the juices of their love
as she rocked her cunt back and forth on his cock.
She felt the tool pulsate and throb inside her and she knew
that she was going to come soon.
The rocking of the train helped her rock in time to his
thrusts and plunges and Tina clawed his stomach and his ass with
her nails.
She kicked him in the back of the thighs and ass and urged
him to fuck harder and faster.
"Come on and do it fast now. Harder and faster. Ohhh, nice
now."
He plunged and shoved his shaft in and out between her cunt
lips and drove the head of it as far as it would go into her cunt.
She was in ecstasy now and there was nothing except that she
was getting jammed.
Tina was panting heavily now and he could see the spots where
little beads of sweat had broken out on her pale body.
He too felt rather hot and knew that he was getting exhausted
just feeling all the things he was feeling. He'd been ramming his
cock into a seemingly bottomless pit.
The steady rocking of the fast train helped Tina rock with
the thrusts of his cock. She was hot and willing and she accepted
his cock all the way.
Her cunt was completely filled up with his stiff shaft as she
raked her fingernails across his stomach and along the bottom of
his balls.
They were panting and gasping as she felt the tremors of her
orgasm about to crest over her and make her come.
She could not get enough of his cock and she fought with him
to get more and more of it deep inside her.
She loved that. Tina could not get enough of his cock inside
her and knew that when the time came for her to come she would
spurt that thick cream all over the place.
She would cream his cock and his balls with the delicious
female come and there would be nothing that she or he could do
about it.
It was delicious and heavenly and they both fucked like a
couple of animals now.
Her bare ass on that porcelain sink was now becoming wet and
slick and she was having a hard time staying on there.
He picked her up by her ass and lifted her into the air.
Tina was now completely impaled on his cock and she rode it like
she would a horse.
Tina bucked up and down on the cock and kicked the back of
his legs with her feet and ankles.
She wanted more and more and she felt the cock pulsate and
throb inside her. Tina felt the incredible amount of pleasure
shoot all through her and make her pant and scream with the
pleasure that she could not get enough of.
There was something terrific about the whole thing and there
was something-that they could not do without.
Her cunt was now streaming with come. It was oozing with the
wonderful female juices of her pussy and she drenched his cock and
his balls with it.
She flooded his thighs and her thighs at the same time and
she felt the tool inside her pulsate as she had never felt a cock
pulsate before.
Her thighs were spread wide and thick and she felt the
delicious pleasure of her cunt about to come to the peak now.
Tina knew that she was now ready to come. She felt the
pressure increase and grow in her and about to burst forth with
all the restrained madness that was in her.
She knew that he was going to come too and she wanted to come
at the same time as he.
She wanted the both of them to come together and she was sure
that nothing in the world would be as wonderful as that.
Nothing could replace the wonderful feelings that she felt
and she was sure that when he came he would flood her guts with
the thick come from his balls.
Of that she was sure and of that she had no doubt.
Her cunt was silently screaming and begging for the orgasm
that would rip right through her and she felt the huge pressure of
her cunt about to explode all over the place and cream him.
The orgasm ripped through her body and made her shudder with
the incredible pleasure that she had been waiting for.
She felt relieved and pleased and happy beyond all words.
There was something terrific about the whole thing and she
felt the incredible pleasure rip through her in spurts and gushes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she gasped.
She knew that she was coming and she could not hold herself
back from the pleasure that ripped through her.
Her cunt was on fire and her thighs were spread as far as
they could go.
She knew that and she wanted more and more of that until she
could hardly move from the incredible amount of energy that she
had used up.
She felt drained and tired and she felt as if she could no
longer do anything. Her cunt was happy now and that was all that
mattered to her.
Her cunt was made happy for at least a few hours and that was
all she was worried about.
She disentangled herself from him and she went about the tiny
cubicle picking up odd bits of clothing.
She slipped into her panties and smiled at him.
"Maybe I'll see you in Paris."
"Perhaps."
He approached her and kissed her hand. She did not expect
anything so genteel and pleasant as that and she was highly
flattered and happy about the whole thing. She knew hat she had
pleased him but she had never imagined that he would react to her
in that way.
Tina returned to Roger and snuggled close beside him on the
seat. He was still asleep and had not missed her absence. Even
if he had been awake she was sure that she would have done the
same thing. She would even have told him about it.
She rode in silence all the way to Paris and Roger slept
soundly. Tina awoke him just as the train pulled into the
terminal and began to gather their things.
They took a cab to a small pension and began to unpack and go
through the motions of getting their life started in this foreign
city.
Roger seemed to know all the places and she let him make all
the decisions for the first few days.
For some reason the polish and the novelty of Roger began to
wear thin. She could no longer be excited and thrilled at his
touch as she had been back in America.
There was something stirring in her that she knew he could
not satisfy.
She had been protected and sheltered all her fife by men and
by her parents and now Tina wanted to strike out on her own and
find out what it was like to live free and independent of any man.
She wanted to shake free of Roger. She wanted to shake free
of anything that might tie her down and compel her to be the mate
of any person.
In the days that followed she met all of Roger's friends and
felt the same things about them. They were mostly all Americans
that had notions of being artists and bohemians. They considered
themselves the new wave of expatriates, following in the footsteps
of Hemingway and Toklas, Stein and Fitzgerald.
But she could see them for what they really were, spoiled
middle class children that had never fully grown up.
They were looking for the easy way out, the posture of doing
something artistic, all the while hiding the fact that they were
empty and useless as people and artists.
All but one of them gave her that impression. She seemed to
sense an authenticity and a genuine soul searching quality in
Jake. He seemed different from the rest.
He did not party at the drop of a hat like the rest of them.
He seemed more remote and always thinking about something.
There was something in his manner that spoke of the true
artist and the real thinker.
She could sense that in him. She could feet it stirring
within him like the great brooding life forces that were at work
in her too.
Her social life with Roger was now almost exclusively spent
with this circle of friends.
And she used every opportunity to see Jake whenever they went
out.
In the evenings they would gather at a cafe and while away
the hours drinking wine and Penrod. In these conversations Jake
would usually remain silent. Tina could see the disgust and the
hate he had for most of them. She could see the way he cringed at
some of their absurd statements and ridiculous theorizing.
She knew him for what he was. A real person.
All the others were pale imitations of people. They were
posturing fools that wanted people to judge them on what they
postured to be rather than what they genuinely were.
One night as they sat at the cafe Roger got polluted drunk.
He could hardly walk and Tina was left with the chore of
taking him home.
She knew that she could not manage alone and she was
immediately offered help by all of his friends.
Jake offered too but not as forcefully as the others. She
wanted to be taken home by Jake. She knew that the other men only
wanted to get into her pants and fuck. That was alright with her
but she didn't want to fuck with any of them They would bore her
to tears with idle chatter and ridiculous attempts at getting her
to bed.
They rode in the cab with Roger by the window and the two of
them pressed together.
She could feel a tenseness and an electricity in the air
between them. Tina knew what it was. She felt the same things he
did at that moment and she knew that he had been wanting her all
this time as much as she had been wanting him.
"How long have you been in Paris'?" Tina asked, trying to
make innocuous conversation.
"Three years."
"That's a long time. Do you miss America?"
"Not a bit. I hate that place."
"Why?"
"It's too boring. I have my reasons."
"I'd like to hear them."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I think you're far more interesting than all the other
people back there."
"Thank you. I think you're interesting too."
"Oh, no. You didn't have to say that just because I said it,
I wasn't fishing for compliments, Jake."
"I know. I still think you're interesting."
"When can I hear your reasons," she said after a while.
"Anytime Roger says it's alright."
"He doesn't own me you know. I can make up my, own mind."
"That's not the way it looks to me. I think he sort of
dominates you a little."
"That's not so. Not at all. I do what I want," Tina said in
an annoyed and slightly angry tone.
"You deny too much. Perhaps there is some truth in what I
say."
Tina blushed. She knew she could hide nothing from him. He
was far too wise and worldly to know when things were right and
when they were not.
She could feel the power and the assertion in him when he
said that.
"I'll be going away in a few days. I guess we'll see each
other when I come back."
"When are you coming back?"
"In a week. I must see a friend."
A woman, Tina thought. She thought he must have dozens of
women stashed around all over France. He seemed the quiet type
that would have a stable of women to keep him happy.
"He's a guitar maker. At least eighty years old and still
making guitars as if he were twenty."
She breathed a sigh of relief not even knowing why she was
happy that he did not have another woman.
"He sounds interesting."
"To say the least. He cuts his own trees and saws his own
wood for the guitars."
"Where are you going?"
"To Spain. Just across the border actually."
"I wish I could go. I mean I wish I could get away from
Paris for a while and see the rest of Europe as long as I'm here."
"Would you like to go with me?"
She was taken aback by this. She wanted to go more than
anything but she was sure that Roger would not let her go. He
would make a fuss about it and refuse to let her go.
They arrived at the pension where Roger and Tina stayed and
Jake helped her take the limp and drunken body of Roger up the
stairs and into bed.
Well, thanks a lot, Jake," Tina said as she shook his hand at
the door.
"Anytime. If you need me for anything just call. Here's my
number at home and at work."
"Alright. I'll do that."
That night Tina could hardly sleep. She felt something
stirring and moving within her. She felt the presence of Jake all
around her as if he were a specter. Something that shrouded over
her and seemed to know the deepest secrets of her soul.
She knew it was odd for her to feel this way and she knew she
was treading on dangerous ground with him.
Yet she could not help feeling the way she did.
The next day Roger could hardly get out of bed. He was sick
and weak and could hardly move.
"Man. Have I got a hangover."
"You shouldn't drink so much. You know you can't hold it."
"I can too. It was just that lousy cheese I ate. It must
have been spoiled."
"Everybody else ate it. Nobody got sick."
"They're used to it, Tina. They've been in Paris longer and
they can take it. Bacteria and all that."
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
She knew that it was not the cheese or anything else. It was
the fact that Roger had been digging a grave for himself and he
had taken to drinking to blot out the mess he was in.
"Listen, Roger. I want to tell you something. I want to go
away with Jake. He's going to Spain for a week and I want to go
with him." The shock registered slowly on his face. She could see
that he was hurt but she had to fight for her own salvation. She
couldn't stand around and be sucked into the same private hell
that Roger was going through.
"So go. It doesn't matter to me what the hell you do. I
don't give a shit who you fuck."
"Don't be like that, Roger. Please don't make a scene.
Can't you just once accept life for what it is and stop crying
like a baby every time something happens that you don't like.
Face it Roger. You're a child."
Roger limply lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Sure. Go. Just when I needed you the most."
"You don't need me Roger. You need a mother."
She whirled on her heels and went into the other room to
begin packing her things.
As she packed she made a phone call to Jake.
"Hello, Jake. This is Tina. Is that invitation still open
to go to Spain?"
"Yes it is. How did Roger take it?"
"Badly."
"I knew he would."
"He'll learn I suppose. One of these days he'll learn."
"Shall I come by and pick you up?"
"No. I want to take a cab. I want to do this my way."
"Alright. Ring for me when you get here and I'll come down
and meet you. We'll have lunch at the station and then well take
the afternoon train."
"Yes. That's fine."
"I'll see you later."
She hung up and continued to pack. Roger stumbled into the
room. His dressing gown flopped about him limply.
"When did this all happen?" he asked.
"Last night. When he helped me take you home."
"When the cat's away huh?"
"No. Not when the cat's away, Roger. It's not like that at
all. And stop trying to make me sound like a slut or a whore."
"That's what you are isn't it?"
"That game doesn't work any more, Roger. I can't feel guilty
about anything I do anymore."
His last weapon was gone. He sat on a chair and watched
silently as she packed and when she was ready to leave she stood
before him and leaned over to kiss him.
"Goodbye, Roger."
"Don't touch me you little tramp."
The End
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