Society Slut By Gilbert Michaels



ORAL MINISTRATIONS 

His lips were like a happy maniac turned loose on the object of its depravity; he kissed her everywhere. He kissed wetly and used his tongue lavishly as he worked over her lovely, smooth body. He kissed the firm, upright breasts and sucked gently and then roughly on the nipples until he evinced a tiny squeal from her. Then, he moved on down across her flat belly, kissing the taut skin and dipping his tongue into her small navel. Her body was like sweet nectar ... 

CHAPTER ONE 

Samantha was horny. 

There was no one sitting next to her on the airplane so she got up and took down the blanket from the overhead storage rack and spread it over her lap. 

Then she leaned back and put a hand under the blanket, slowly moving it upwards, feeling the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs. 

She cupped the vee of her sex mound that bulged beneath her panties and began to rub herself, harder and harder, making herself get hotter and hotter. 

Then she spread her legs a little so she could slip her middle finger up into her cunt-hole. That felt even better and as she began to slowly ream herself out, she knew she was going to come. 

She closed her eyes as she felt her pussy get wetter and wetter. She used a fingernail to scratch at the side walls of her cunt, slowly exploring every inch of her tight little canal. 

Then she concentrated on her love button, rubbing and poking at it, making the ultra-sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh erect and radiate out pleasure and excitement to every part of her body. 

She felt her nipples get thumb hard and wished she could have touched them but she didn't dare to. Her clit would be enough to do the job. 

She began to breathe faster and faster and wondered if the people who were sitting in front and in back of her noticed. 

Then she thought the hell with it, I don't care. A wave of pleasure swept over her as she inched towards her climax, determined to reach it. 

Massaging her clit was the only way and she kept at it with grim determination, the sound of the jet engines growing fainter and fainter. 

She came. 

Wetness filled her cunt canal as she spasmed. Juices flowed down over her finger and stained her panties as she squeezed her legs together as if she was trying to extract every last little bit she had. 

She waited for a few minutes until she was breathing normally and then she returned the blanket to the storage rack over her head. 

She felt much better. 

Of course a cock would have been even nicer, but she did the best she could under the circumstances. Yes, a nice fat cock, banging up into her tight cunt until she begged for it to stop. 

That was next on the agenda. 

And soon, too. 

Samantha was home. 

The 747 wide body jet made a large turn over San Francisco Bay as it began its approach run into the airport. 

From her window seat on the starboard side of the aircraft, Samantha looked intently at the panoramic view of the great city as it was held by the last rays of the setting sun just before it slipped into dusk. 

The oblique light, washing over the skyline, bathing it in soft gold, rolled over the greenish blue waters of the bay, snaked under the Golden Gate bridge and then met the buildings. 

It stopped midway up the huge hill that the city was built upon, not reaching the summit. The venerable old homes on top were already bathed in semi-darkness. 

Samantha looked at them as the flaps came out from the rear of the wings, making the aircraft jump a little as the air speed was reduced. 

The pilot and his crew would be going through their landing drill now, in almost constant contact with the control tower. 

The no smoking sign was on and those people who were afraid of landings and take-offs were already beginning to white knuckle it. 

The old homes were familiar to Samantha. Eighteen years ago she had been born one morning in the upper bedroom of one of the more fashionable mansions that overlooked the bay. 

She knew everyone worth knowing in those homes. She knew things about them she shouldn't have, private things, personal matters. 

These people, like her widowed mother, were the elite of San Francisco, the power brokers, the wheeler dealers. 

They were an integral part of the city's past and tradition. They never seemed to change like the city that always seemed to be the same somehow despite all of the social upheavals that it had undergone in the last fifteen or twenty years. 

No, San Francisco never changed and neither have I, thought Samantha to herself. She felt a tear begin to come out of the corner of one eye and brushed it away, hoping it was alone. 

There were a couple of men on the plane who had no interest in the view at all. Girls interested them and they always had a keen lookout for someone fresh, someone different looking. 

They were hunters who preyed on humans and now their attention was focused on the shapely body and face of Samantha Harding. 

From where they sat, diagonally across from her, they got a good view of her profile and her legs as she twisted in her seat. 

Had these men been able to see a picture of what Samantha had looked like when she left San Francisco four years ago to go to finishing school, they would have disagreed with her self assessment. 

Four years ago, puberty had assaulted Samantha. At the time she was a shapeless, human lump of flesh. She had no self-confidence and her mother, worried that this might carry over into adulthood, immediately packed her off to a prestigious school in the east. 

Martha Harding had seen her daughter infrequently during the time she was away. She traveled a great deal and the school didn't give its students many vacations. 

In spite of the tear, Samantha knew she bad changed dramatically. Naturally she hoped her mother would approve of her. 

She was confident that she would. 

All of the baby fat had melted away. She was no longer round-shouldered. Instead she carried herself with remarkable poise. 

She was slim, knew how to dress and make up her face and tried to convey an image of bored worldliness which was a defense, if it was anything. 

She had full lips that held a promise of explosive sexuality that could be triggered off in a minute as long as the right man knew what to do. 

She was latently sexual, a great well waiting to be tapped, but it had to be done right, all the right moves had to be made, otherwise it wouldn't happen. 

Samantha knew she wasn't going to put out just for the sake of putting out. That didn't make any sense to her at all. 

There were times at night, when she lay awake in her room at the boarding school, unable to sleep that she used to dream of sex. 

The perfect connection, the ultimate experience when everything came together like it had never come together before in her life. 

Then she got tired of thinking and the fire in her loins died down a little bit but never completely went away. 

It was always there like a reminder of something she never had before. She realized she was still young and that there was plenty of time but she was still impatient, eager and at times, impulsive. 

The practiced eye could see this lust that lay behind the cool, lady-like exterior. It wasn't that easy to tap though, like looking for oil. 

One of the men saw it for what it was and nudged his companion. 

"Little bit of cock therapy would be good for her," he said a little too loudly. 

"Yeah, you're right there," agreed his pal as he looked at Samantha's calves. 

The too loud whisper drifted over to Samantha and made her cheeks and ears turn red as she blushed, turning her head to the side. She kept staring out of the window but she no longer saw the city below her, no longer felt the plane being buffeted by the wind. 

Yes, outwardly she had changed and her mother would approve of that change as would everyone who met her and who had known her before. 

But inwardly she had changed too and this change would not be condoned by her mother. Inside she had grown aware of sex and, more important of the particular kind of sex she had to have. 

She hadn't found that kind of sex yet and was beginning to wonder if she'd ever find sexual fulfillment, if it would ever happen. 

The kind of man who could turn on Samantha Harding of the Nob Hill Hardings would never be found within the narrow confines of her social circle. 

The airplane was making its final approach to the airport. Either her mother or one of her faithful retainers would be waiting for her. 

There would be a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce and in its lush comfort she would be swept back into a life that she didn't want. 

She had never wanted it. 

It was a world peopled by beautiful people, rich people-people who were too rich, too polite. Their manners were too correct as were their friends and clothes. 

They went to all the correct parties, the correct social functions, the charity balls. They even made love too correctly. 

Samantha grimaced at the thought and wondered what it was like to make love incorrectly. Was it possible? Would she ever do it? 

Like most of the girls in her school, Samantha had, at one time or the other, experimented with sex. Her partners had been a variety of men and, on occasion, boys. 

Not one of them had come even remotely close to satisfying her, though. Naturally, her lovers had been discreetly selected. 

Most of them came from the kind of social circle and sphere of influence that her mother' would have approved of had she known. 

She even tried to recall with a certain warm nostalgia, the man to whom she had first given herself to. Well, he wasn't exactly a man. 

But she couldn't. 

He was a mere boy, the son of a corporate executive. He had just gotten a vice presidency in his father's big important firm. 

He was equally versed in corporate law and tennis and had already been accepted by the local yacht club, something he was very proud of. 

He didn't know anything about women, though. 

She forced herself to go back in time, to remember the details as if she was trying to purge herself, erase her memory, make it clean again. 

CHAPTER TWO 

What was his name? She couldn't recall it. But she did remember that he was blonde and good looking. He also dressed impeccably and had flawless manners. 

By an unspoken agreement, Samantha was going to let him seduce her. He took her to his apartment where they drank wine by candlelight. The stage was set, now if only the lead actor could perform. 

Samantha was excited. It was a fabulous apartment with all of the creature comforts and gadgets anyone could possibly want. 

What was his name? Was it Roger? Yes, that sounded familiar to her. Samantha remembered that there was a long couch and from it you could see the city sprawling out in front of you. Samantha sat on the couch, her body and instincts and lusts warmed by several glasses of wine. The ambiance was perfect. 

Roger sat down beside her, draped an arm over her shoulders as she tilted her head up so he could kiss her. It was awkward and Samantha didn't like it. Maybe the rest would be better. 

He seemed to be nervous and ill at ease and Samantha knew she had to do something to help him, otherwise she'd never get what she wanted. 

"Does this feel good?" she asked as she put her hand between his legs. 

"Yes." 

She rubbed the hardening cock there and felt her own heart begin to race wildly. She had never seen a man's cock at dose range before and her curiosity was killing her as much as her desire was. 

Even though she knew that the boy was supposed to be the aggressor in situations like this, it didn't matter to Samantha. 

She spread her legs and took his hand and moved it up her dress to the bulge of sex beneath the flimsy material of her panties. 

How she wanted it, how she wanted his cock to be inside of her. She'd do anything to get it, especially when his fingers found her cut and began to massage it. 

She leaned back on the couch, opening her legs farther and farther apart, her breathing becoming faster and faster. 

"I'm going to do you the ultimate favor," he said arrogantly. 

She was young and didn't know any better so she asked, "Aren't you going to show me your cock?" 

Her face reddened a little but it didn't matter. She knew that nice, well-bred girls weren't supposed to say words like that. 

But she had to, she liked the way it sounded and she knew she would like the way it looked even more, if she ever got to see it. 

"You've got a hand, go for it," he said smugly. 

"All right." 

He was no longer playing with her but it didn't matter. Samantha was hot and there was only one thing which would quench the fires within her. 

Her fingers were trembling as she unzipped Roger's fly finally getting his pants open. Then she started to fish around. 

She finally found his cock. It wasn't quite hard but it felt warm in her hand and was throbbing. The sight of it eased the anger that had been lurking behind her passion and desire. 

"I like the way it looks," she said softly. 

The tips of her fingers raced up and down along the lengths of his shaft and then they encircled the head, thrilling as she felt the silky smooth skin. 

Samantha's open and sincere admiration for Roger's young cock filled him with pride and his prick quickly obliged by becoming fully erect. 

Samantha felt it move in her hand as though it had a mind of its own. She was fascinated by the color changes in the shaft. 

She saw the blood continuing to pump out, enlarging the head a little. The flesh on the shaft had changed in color from a white to a pinkish red. That wasn't the only thing that was going through changes. Samantha felt her cunt begin to throb a little, almost enlarge itself. 

Her crotch got wet and she knew she was lubricating heavily. And there was another sensation, one that grew more and more insistent for satisfaction. It spread out from her clit, the sensitive nubbin of cunt flesh was beaming its message to every part of her body and it was coming in loud and clear. 

Lightening bolts of excitement lashed at her body and she ached to have his cock stroke her clit and make her come and come. 

She stroked his prick up and down, thrilling as she felt the skin move. Then she couldn't stand it any longer, she had to have it. 

"Don't make me wait," she gasped as she lay down on the couch, pulling down her panties and spreading her legs as far apart as she could. 

Roger didn't know what to do, but his instincts told him to get on top of her. Samantha took his cock and ran it up and down her slit. 

Her skirt was bunched up and wrapped around her waist and he could feel her bristly cunt hairs as she worked his cock up and down. 

There was light that filtered into the living room from the moon and street lights far below them and it gave the place an eerie look. 

But none of that mattered to Samantha. She began to move, not knowing herself exactly what to do. She put the head of his cock between her cunt lips and hoped he'd have enough sense to push 

He did that, almost violently, excited himself and he only got so far before something stopped him. Samantha grimaced in pain and thrust her hips upward. 

At the same time, Roger jabbed downward and when he broke her hymen, he came and there was a lot of blood. 

It drenched their loins and he recoiled instantly, thinking he had hurt her. He pulled his shrinking cock out of her and went into the bathroom, repulsed at the sight of the blood. 

Samantha lay in a state of mild shock from which she rapidly recovered. Then she got up and smoothed down her skirt, put her panties into her purse and left without saying another word. 

And that was how Samantha lost her cherry 

CHAPTER THREE 

It was dreary and depressing but she knew a girl had to begin somewhere. As she walked through the streets, her heels clacking, her body still trembled. 

She knew there had to be more to it than that and she was determined to find out if there was one form of happiness which wasn't going to elude her, that was it. 

Naturally she never saw Roger again and it was a long time before she experimented with sex again. 

Later on, when she was prodded by her body to have sex the results were equally as dismal. Her other boyfriends didn't have to contend with her maidenhead but that didn't improve their techniques. 

They were all listless, lifeless and needless to say, Samantha never came. It was frustrating both physically and emotionally for her. 

And now, returning home to live with her mother and take her proper place in San Francisco society; she wondered if she'd ever meet the man who could turn her on and make her come. 

As the aircraft finally touched down at International Airport, Samantha moved back and forth in her seat, the vibrations of the plane stimulating her a little.

She knew exactly what she had to get from a man. It was like she had a check list already made up. 

Sex was like a tiger. It was savage and had a veracious appetite that wouldn't be satisfied until she was limp from multiple orgasms. 

Therefore a man had to be able to perform like that. But where was she going to find such a man within the narrow confines of her social circle? 

Oh, she knew that a lot of the men were probably married to cold and or frigid wives and would love to get their hands on a sweet piece like herself. 

But that didn't mean that their performance would be any good. So what was she going to do? Prowl the streets? Hardly. 

When the aircraft finally braked to a halt and the engines were winding down the people stood up and began to collect their things from the overhead luggage racks. 

Samantha looked around and stole a look at the man who said she needed some cock therapy. Maybe he was the tiger she was looking for. 

But no, he wasn't He had that married, henpecked look about him, all talk and no performance. With a disdainful toss of her head Samantha walked by him and exited the aircraft. 

Samantha's mother wasn't waiting for her. Her eyes searched the crowd of people that thronged through the main terminal. 

Has she forgotten? Was she late. Samantha leaned down and picked up her bag, balancing it with the shoulder bag she was carrying and as she walked through the terminal she felt more than one pair of male eyes look at her ass as it moved beneath her skirt. 

She was wearing a bra, her mother would have kittens if she wasn't and there wasn't any sense in starting of her homecoming with a domestic row. 

Nevertheless, her breasts jiggled just enough to attract the kind of attention that made her feel pretty and desirable. 

She made her way to the main entrance. Still no Mommy. She'd just about made up her mind to take a taxi when she saw the familiar looking Rolls Royce idling by the curb. 

Airport cops were making sure that other cars didn't linger too long, traffic was kept moving but the Rolls just sat there like a rock. 

A uniformed chauffer leaned against the right front fender but when he saw Samantha looking at him he stiffened and came towards her. 

"Miss Harding?" 

"Yes." 

"I'm Cordova. Your mother sent me." 

He opened the rear door for her, not being able to escape noting one of her legs as the skirt rode up as Samantha got into the back seat. 

Then he opened the trunk and put her luggage in before getting behind the wheel. He was dark and his uniform was tight and his body looked hard and he was definitely young. 

"Did you have a nice flight?" he asked politely as he steered the car out into traffic. 

"It was okay." 

An easy smile lit up his face, his teeth flashing. Their eyes met in the rear vision mirror and for a minute Samantha wasn't sure what had hit her. 

Then she knew. It was the way he took complete control of the large car, the way he moved, the way his eyes looked at her. 

It was everything and Samantha felt her breathing get a little faster. She nervously lighted a cigarette. 

"Do you have any tiger in you Cordova?" she asked. 

"What?" 

"Nothing." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Cordova handled the car with self-confidence and strength and he didn't hesitate to take chances. Several times when he darted in and out of traffic, Samantha felt herself tighten in alarm. 

"Don't worry Miss Harding, I know San Francisco like the back of my hand. I was born here." 

He gave her a broad smile as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. He addressed the daughter of his employer as though she was a long time acquaintance or a life long friend. 

There was an irresponsibility about him that social strata could not thwart. He drove a car for a living but there was nothing wrong with that 

Because he wore social attitudes very lightly Samantha felt an empathy for him. Every move, every gesture he made served to confirm Samantha's initial response. That the man had some tiger in him. 

But she wondered how the daughter of the very social Martha Harding of Nob Hill went about seducing the family chauffer in order to assess his sexual qualities. 

For a while they rode in silence, the car purring along, receiving envious looks from other motorists as it imperially made its way down the highway. 

Having nothing better to do, Samantha decided to use the time profitably by carrying on a series of very subtle flirtations, designed to test or ascertain Cordova's sexual awareness. 

She put her hand into her lap, opening her legs slightly so she could have ready access to her sex mound. Then she put her other hand on top of that. 

She leaned back in the plush leather seat. A long time ago Samantha had learned how to masturbate in class while sitting like she was now. 

With both hands pressed over her cunt, she arched her hips upwards and then downwards. Her lower middle finger found her clit. 

By massaging it and moving her hips she was able to produce a very stimulating feeling, one that was guaranteed to get results. 

She wondered if Cordova knew what she was doing. After a few minutes she was sure he did. His eyes kept on flicking into the mirror. 

Was there a faint smile on his lips? Samantha couldn't be positive but she thought there was. She regarded it as a good sign. 

She half closed her eyes as if she was in deep passion, her lips parting slightly, her tongue coming out a little so she could lick them. 

She felt her love button erect and wetness seep through her cunt. Then, without a bit of warning, the walls of her cunt contracted. 

"Ahhhh," she said softly. 

Cordova wasn't smiling any longer. He looked at her coldly, like he was sizing her up, appraising her, making mental notes of her strengths and weaknesses in case he needed it sometime. 

"Did you say something?" he asked. 

Samantha sat up in the seat, her tensions relaxed by the mini climax she had just experienced, wet warmth between her legs. 

"Just talking to myself." 

Samantha made no effort to remove both hands from her crotch, keeping one there, liking the way it felt. 

"Where did your family live?" she asked. 

"On the waterfront." 

"Was he a fisherman?" 

"Yes" 

"Are you Spanish?" 

"No, Portuguese." 

And then she asked him, "Why aren't you fishing?" 

"Common sense. My father died when he was fifty years old," replied Cordova. 

"I see." 

"He was broke and owed money and I didn't want to wind up that way myself." 

"Are you so sure you won't?" 

"Well, I might die broke and I may be fifty but I won't look eighty the way he did." 

Samantha smiled. Compared to most of the people she had been associating with recently, his honestly was both real and refreshing. 

She felt herself being drawn to his care free charm, his outlook on life which he had briefly told her about just a few minutes ago. 

But most of all she was drawn to his sensuality that she knew was lurking beneath his tight, well fitting, tailored uniform. 

She felt her clit begin to assert herself. 

Is it my imagination or is it real? No, it was real, there was a sleeping tiger there and the only thing she had to do was to wake it up. 

"I used to go to the waterfront too when I was a little girl," she said. 

"Oh." 

"My nanny used to take me. I remember seeing the families of the fishermen waiting for them to return. Some of the women didn't look too happy." 

"They probably weren't. A lot of fishermen don't know how to swim." 

"They were big families and they all seemed to live in small houses." 

"They did." 

"There were a lot of kids running around, dirty little things but they looked happy." 

"They were." 

Cordova played her along like a fish on a line, wondering what kind of game she was playing and was she playing with him or herself or both of them. 

He wasn't sure he wanted to get too involved with her. He had heard stories and they were all the same and they all had the same ending. 

The young mistress of the house comes home. She's hot and horny, gets the good looking chauffer to fuck her. The mother or father finds out and if they don't slap a law suit on you-you get fired at the very least. 

And all for a piece of ass. 

Still, she was a good looking girl. Cordova knew she was eighteen and how much experience could she possibly have gotten by now? Her breasts were smallish but firm and her legs long and her whole figure was willowy and he liked the way she carried herself. 

She was proud and haughty but at the same time there was something else about her, another quality. Was it the quality of a bitch, a whore? 

"I wondered how they ever got any privacy," she said looking out of the window. 

"What do you need that for?" 

"Well, for-for ..." 

"For making babies?" 

"Yes," answered Samantha evenly, "for making babies, among other things." 

"It was all quite open in our house." 

"You mean you used to watch?" 

"At times it was hard not to." 

"Did it." 

"Turn me on?" 

"Yes." 

"Every now and then it did but it also did something else," he said. 

"And what was that?" 

"It made me realize at a very young age that a woman is a beautiful thing." 

"I think I understand what you mean." Samantha was in no hurry to get home to the stuffy atmosphere which she knew awaited her. 

Besides, she wanted to talk to Cordova some more. Who knew when the next opportunity would present itself? She had to do it now. 

"Do you know a place called Rainbow Cove?" 

"Yes." 

"Take me there." 

"It is getting late. Your mother will be worried," said Cordova. 

"Let her worry, I don't care." 

"She will be angry with me. Maybe she'll fire me and I need this job Miss Harding." 

"Well, I'll fire you if you don't take me there. How does that sound?" 

"Like you are a very determined woman." 

"I am. Are we going?" 

"Yes." 

"Good." 

"I don't know about that." 

"Don't worry about my mother. I'll tell her I was hungry and that we stopped off to get something to eat," she reassured him. 

"I feel better already." 

Rainbow Cove was on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was popular during the day. 

There was a small beach there and the view of the San Francisco skyline was unmatched. 

It was also popular at night too. Lovers parked their cars there. The police didn't bother any one and so far there hadn't been any reported incidents of anyone getting raped or mugged or murdered. 

Cordova stepped on the gas and the Rolls Royce responded, gliding between cars, intimidating them so that they moved over and let it through. 

Samantha had something on her mind. She wasn't sure what it was, it hadn't taken form yet but she was curious to see how far she'd go. 

She wanted to stroke the tiger, see if she could wake him up. And then what? Why, what do you think, she asked herself. 

"Here we are," announced Cordova as he stopped the car and shut off the engine. 

It was deserted. There was a slight rise that led to a two lane highway. You could hear the cars above but you couldn't see them. 

Perfect, thought Samantha as she got out of the 

CHAPTER FIVE 

There was a breeze off of the bay that ruffled her hair. But it wasn't cold. The lights were on in the city and the sight never failed to amaze Samantha. 

She could look at it for hours. 

"So you learned a lot about sex." 

"Yes, I did." 

"How old are you?" 

"Twenty five Miss Harding" 

Samantha stood with her arms folded under her breasts. Cordova was to her rear and left, leaning against the side of the car. 

"Are you any good?" she asked. 

"At what?" 

"You know what I mean." 

"I suppose I am." 

Samantha had a wild impulse. Why not go all the way? What was preventing her? She didn't have anything to lose and everything to gain. 

"Do you like to see me happy?" 

"Of course." 

"Then I have a job for you." 

"A job?" 

Samantha turned and closed the distances between their bodies. She drew his face down close to hers so she could run the tip of her tongue across his lips before she slithered it in. 

At the same time she rubbed his groin with a knee, thrilling as she felt his hardening cock. His tongue poked at hers. 

"Make love to me," she said after she had broken the quick but passionate embrace. 

"I don't know." 

"Why not? Don't you think I'm attractive?" 

"Yes but ..." 

"But what?" 

"I don't want to be fired." 

"Then do as I ask," she snapped. 

Samantha got into the spacious rear seat and took off her skirt and blouse, draping them over the small vanity table that folded out. 

"Don't you like what you see?" she asked. 

"Yes, very much." 

"There's more." 

Cordova stood and watched as she unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms. The breeze made her nipples get hard and erect. 

Then she hooked her thumbs into the elastic that supported her panties so she could slide them down over her thighs. 

There was no danger of anyone seeing them. The car had tinted windows and if she remembered correctly, her mother always made sure that their drivers knew how to handle a pistol and were licensed to do so. 

Cordova's eyes ran up and down her lush body, lingering on her breasts before moving down to the hairs bulging vee of her sex. 

"Well?" she asked. 

"I'll be with you in a minute." 

Cordova quickly stripped off his uniform, glancing up at the highway. There was a pistol in the glove compartment and his license was*in his pocket. 

He was trapped and he knew it. Samantha meant business and he knew she could easily have him fired. So he decided to make the best of it. 

He knelt on the carpeting beside her and ran his hands up and down her body. Then he leaned over arid licked one of her nipples. 

Samantha ran her fingers through his fine brown hair as he chewed gently on her. She arched her chest upwards, forcing him to take as much of her breast flesh as he possibly could. 

This was going to be it. This was going to be the time she had been waiting for-for her entire life and nothing was going to spoil it. 

"Yes, yes," she panted as he sucked on her other breast and nipple. 

His hand rubbed her cunt mound, making her spread her legs as she got more and more excited. He thrust a finger up into her slit and started to ream her out. 

Samantha pulled him up so that he was able to sit on the side of the seat. She stroked his cock up and down before she held it, thrilling at its thickness, admiring it as if she had never ken a cock before. 

"Such nice looking meat," she said softly. 

She leaned over, her breasts swinging free from her body, her hair grazing his thighs as she snaked out the tip of her tongue. 

She licked the head of his prick all over making it glisten and shine from her saliva as she rubbed his balls, knowing what they held. 

Then she opened her mouth wide and took him into her dark, warm cavern, slowly lowering her head, filling herself up with his cock flesh. 

Cordova watched intently as his mistress, his boss, sucked on him. She bobbed her head up and down, twisting it all around. 

This time there were going to be no mistakes, she was convinced. She was not an expert cock sucker but she knew enough to know how to be good. 

Her hands applied constant pressure on his nuts as she sucked, moving her head up and down faster and faster, breathing hard. 

Her jaw muscles strained as she took as much of his meat as she possibly could, moving her hips around a little as she got finger fucked. 

Then she took him out of her mouth. 

"Yes, I think you'll do," she panted. 

"Thank you." 

"Now eat me." 

"I am at your service." 

"You're also at my mercy." 

"I know." 

"Is it so bad?" 

"It could be worse." 

"Then what are you waiting for." 

"Nothing." 

"Oh, there's one more thing." 

"Yes?" 

"Make it good." 

"I'll do my best." 

"You don't and you'll be in a rowboat in the bay by next week," she snapped. 

"I know." 

Cordova positioned himself between her legs. He thought she was a very attractive woman. A little bitch but what the hell. 

He ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit as he scrunched his hands in under her buttocks so he could lift her up. 

Then he mashed his lips against hers, his teeth grating against her hairy cunt mound, filling her with delicious pleasure/pain. 

He thrust his tongue as far up into her cunt canal as he could and kept it there, poking and probing it around, making her hotter and hotter. 

"Oh, oh," she moaned. 

His fingers bit into her buttocks as he held her squirming pelvis tightly so he could keep his mouth glued to her cunt. 

Samantha closed her eyes, her breasts heaving up and down on her chest. Cordova's front teeth found her love button at last. 

He nibbled on it, causing it to erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her young, yearning body. 

She bucked up into him, grinding her cunt against his face as she breathed faster and faster. Cordova sucked on her, determined to make her come. 

Just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Samantha came. Cream flooded down the length of her cunt canal into his waiting mouth. 

He swallowed and sucked for more. His cheeks soon were smeared from where she overflowed. 

Her body spasmed again with another orgasm. 

She had never experienced anything quite like it. His tongue stroked the fires of her passion and the more she tried to extinguish them with her cream, the hotter she became. 

Cordova finally took his mouth off of her cunt, wiping his lips off on the back of his hand, his cock fully erected, ready for her cunt. 

"Now stick it in me," she ordered. 

"Yes, my mistress." 

He climbed over her, holding onto his prick so he could run the head up and down the length of her slit slowly, teasing her. 

"Don't make me wait, please," she panted. 

"Sorry." 

He found the right hole and put himself in her, slowly pushing until the head was inside her tight, cunt. He gradually filled her up completely, inch after inch of rock hard prick going into her, spreading the walls of her cunt far apart. 

"Ooohh, it's sooo big," she gasped. 

He reared back and spread her and started to fuck her hard and fast. She was hot, there was no doubt of that but he wondered about her appetite. 

Would he be able to satisfy her or would she turn out to be insatiable, no matter what he did. It was a tight situation in more ways than one. 

Nevertheless Cordova liked the way her cunt felt. He also knew he had no choice in the matter so he resolved to enjoy himself. 

He slammed himself in and out of her, smiling as he saw her begin to throw her pelvis up so she could meet his incoming cock. 

They bounced off of each other, her breasts shaking on her chest. He frictioned her deeply, swinging his ass around so he could change the angle of penetration, make it better for her. "AAArrrggghhh," she cried. 

Cordova felt her cunt loosen up a little due to the fresh cream that flowed in a steady stream down the length of her canal. 

It trickled out from between her cunt lips and ran down her buttocks, leaving a faint, snail like trail behind it. 

Samantha had her legs raised high in the air. 

Cordova heard her gasps and moans filling the interior of the car as he fucked her. 

He also smelled the sea and felt the breeze on his back. He leaned over so he could run the tip of his tongue around the circumference of one of her erected nipples before he sucked on it. 

Samantha was going wild underneath him. Her body was on fire and she came again, thrashing around, almost making him fall out of her. 

His balls slapped against her as he kept up his hard, fast pace. She held onto his hips and pulled him down into her tight cunt. 

It was as if Samantha was trying to make up for lost time for all the past sexual encounters that had turned out so miserably. 

She finally had a man who knew how to use his cock and she wasn't going to let him get away so easily. She was determined to satisfy herself. 

She felt dizzy and light headed as he fucked her and she wondered when he was going to come. 

"Come, come, fill me up with your cream," she panted into his ears. 

"Soon." 

"Yes, yes." 

She was oblivious to everything except his driving cock which was pushing her towards another climax again as he continued to fuck her. 

Cordova felt his balls begin to tighten up inside their protective sack. He Knew lie was going to come soon so he put on a burst of speed. 

"Oh, oh, OH, OH!" 

He shot a load of cream up into her and she came with him, their juices mixing together inside her pussy as she spasmed violently. 

He gave her another batch before he was finally done, his balls empty. He slowed down to a gradual halt and kept himself in her until he was limp and useless. 

Then he pulled his cock out of her, releasing a lot of come which oozed out from between her throbbing, pulsating cunt lips. 

He quickly climbed back into his uniform again and waited, smoking a cigarette while Samantha gradually came down from the heights his cock had driven her to. 

It had been worth the wait, she decided. Yes, he was a tiger, a stud, a real man and she was glad he had fucked her and eaten her. 

She opened her eyes and saw his back and the glow from his cigarette. She put on her clothes and went and stood by his side. 

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked. 

"Very much." 

"Don't you want to know if I enjoyed it too?" 

"Did you?" 

"Yes, it was wonderful." 

"I'm glad." 

"Don't make fun of me," she cautioned. 

"I'm not," he said, hoping she would believe him. 

She held onto his arm and made sure one of her breasts pressed his body. It was hard and muscular and he really knew how to use his cock. 

"No one's ever fucked me like that before," she said softly, almost shyly. 

"Now you're making fun of me." 

"No, I mean it?" 

"Then I'm glad." 

"Are you?" 

"Yes." 

"Why?" 

"Because I liked pleasing you." 

"But I threatened you." 

"True but you were still very good." 

"Was I?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you lying to me?" 

"Of course not. You're young and there's always room for improvement but you were still good." 

"I like to hear you say that?" 

"I mean it." 

"Would you like to fuck me again?" 

"Yes." 

"Good, we'll do it soon then?" 

"But now we must be getting back?" 

"You're right." 

Cordova closed the door behind her and drove quickly away, his pubic hairs splattered with drying come. It bad been well worth it. 

He made sure he made good time back to where Samantha lived. It was a huge, three story mansion that sat on a hill off of the road. 

It was freshly painted every three years and very well kept up. In addition to the driver, Samantha's mother also employed a cook and a butler. 

Cordova parked the car in the garage. Samantha got out and met Raymond, the livened butler in the foyer that led to the huge living room. 

"Welcome home. I'll take your bags to your room," he said as be bowed. 

"Thank you. Is mother around?" 

"She'll be down shortly." 

"So will I." 

Her room was exactly as she left it and she felt an immediate sense of comfort and security. Raymond deposited her bags on the floor and Samantha decided to unpack and change her clothes. 

She put on some levis, a long tailed shirt and sneakers and then went downstairs, hoping that the cook could make her something to eat. 

"Who are you?" she asked when she walked into the large kitchen. 

The woman was young, not yet thirty and pretty. 

She wore a plain light blue uniform that did nothing to disguise the fullness of her figure. 

"I'm Caroline, the cook. Can I get you something?" 

"What have you got?" 

"There's some chicken I could heat up?" 

"I'll eat it cold in here, don't bother to set the table," said Samantha. She was served and ate quietly, glancing every now and then at the cook. She was new, Samantha didn't remember her and she wondered how long she had been working for her mother. 

Samantha was just finishing her snack when Martha Harding walked into the kitchen. She had married young, was widowed also while she was young and had been living off her inheritance ever since. 

She was a pretty woman who had just turned forty. She exercised regularly and watched her diet to ensure that she kept her figure. 

She wore a caftan and slippers and her long brown hair was hanging about her neck and shoulders. She was fond of her daughter. 

"So there you are. Why aren't you in the dining room?" she asked. 

"It seemed like a lot of trouble to put the cook to," answered Samantha. 

"The servants are paid to get put to trouble. Oh well, welcome home," she said as she kissed Samantha lightly on her cheek. 

"Thanks?" 

"I imagine you'll want to take a few days to get used to the place again," said her mother who continued to stand and looked down at her. 

"I'm not in a rush for anything, am I?" 

"Of course not. Lets talk in the morning. I've had along day. If you want something, Caroline or Raymond will see to it." 

"All right?" 

"Good night?" 

"Good night mother." 

And that was that. Martha Harding swept out of the room while Caroline cleared away Samantha's plates and asked her if she wanted anything else. 

"No?" 

"I'll go to my room then," said Caroline. "You can do whatever you want as far as I'm concerned," said Samantha. 

Samantha wandered around the first floor of 

the large house. The rooms were airy and filled with light during the day. 

The place was really too big for just the two of them but Samantha knew her mother liked to entertain a lot and she could certainly afford that plus the upkeep of the place so why not. 

After a while Samantha got tired of wandering around and went back to her room. She took off her clothes, put on pajamas and crawled into bed, thinking of Cordova and what it would feel like the next time he fucked her. 

CHAPTER SIX 

After she briefly saw her daughter Martha Harding returned to her bedroom which was actually a suite of three rooms. 

There was an ante room or sitting room, a room where she slept and a room where she conducted elaborate toilets and where her large wardrobe was. 

She lay in the middle of a double, canopied bed, her back propped up by several large, fluffy pillows. She wore silk pajamas and leafed absently through a fashion magazine. 

Her daughter had been conceived more to please her late husband than anything else and while Martha didn't actually dislike the child so to put it simply, bad no use for her. 

As a result, Samantha had been shuttled from one boarding school to the next until she ran out of schools to send her to. 

Then she came home. Hopefully she would find a suitable mate, get married and move out, only to see her mother once or twice a year. 

That would suit Martha Harding fine and she fervently hoped that she would be able to arrange a suitable marriage within a reasonable amount of time. 

In the meantime however, she knew she had no choice but to put up with her and also to put up with all of the anxieties that went along with being a parent, no matter how much she tried to remove herself from them. 

It would be a pain in the neck but Martha marshaled the few resolves she had and was determined not to allow Samantha to totally control her life. 

It had been so long since she had been around her, she hardly knew how to act. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? 

Admittedly she had not been the best of mothers but to a great extent that was a value judgment and Martha was not going to allow herself to be trapped that way. 

She sipped a large vodka and tonic before sitting it down on the night table. The room was dark except for the Tiffany lamp on the table. The bar was in the sitting room and Martha considered ringing for Caroline so she could make her another drink and then decided against it. 

He walked in and was standing at the very edge of the pool of light by the foot of her bed. She never even heard him. 

"We've got a problem," he said. 

"Oh, it's you?" 

"Yes?" 

"You should have coughed or something, you might have frightened me." 

"I doubt it." 

"Want a drink?" 

"I've already made myself one." 

"Good." Martha put down the magazine and looked at the man. "Now, what's the problem?" 

"It's your daughter?" 

"And exactly how is she a problem?" 

"We took a little detour on the way back from the airport," said Cordova. 

"Sight seeing?" 

"In a way. Do you know Rainbow Cove?" 

"No." 

"It's on the other side of the bridge, very deserted, very romantic?" 

"We must go there sometime?" 

"I was there with your daughter?" 

"We fucked." 

"She made you?" 

"She told me I'd be fired if I didn't." "The little slut! She's not even home and she's spreading her legs." 

"That's what I thought, too." 

"Was she any good?" 

"Not bad?" 

"I assume she intends to work at it?" 

"That was the impression I got," said Cordova as he came around so he could sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her hair. 

"And why is that a problem?" 

"She wants me to teach her, to satisfy her." 

"My, my we are quite the stud, aren't we?" 

"It's a role I'd rather not play." 

"I don't blame you but I'm not sure that you have any choice in the matter." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Let's assume that Samantha is determined to find out all about the birds and the bees?" 

"I think we can safely assume that." 

"Well, either she finds out here or she finds out elsewhere." 

"I have a name in this town that I'd just as soon keep," said Martha. 

"I don't blame you." 

"It would be difficult if word got around that my daughter was sleeping with everything that wore pants," she added. 

"It would be very embarrassing." 

"So, either she gets it here or she gets it somewhere else, right?" 

"Right." 

"Well, I think it would be better for everyone concerned if she got it here. That way we could keep an eye on her." 

"Supervise her." 

"Yes and also keep her under control." 

"You realize that I'm the one who'll have to give her what she wants," said Cordova. 

"I know." 

"And you won't be jealous?" 

"How long have you been working here?" asked Martha as she laid a hand over his. 

"A couple of years." 

"And how long have we been lovers?" 

"A couple of years?" 

"And have you bad other women during that time?" she asked calmly. "Well ..." 

"Don't bother to lie, I know you have but it doesn't bother me?" 

"How do you know?" 

"That's my business just like my other lovers are," she said. 

"So there won't be any problems, then?" 

"There will always be problems. I just want to keep my daughter's lusts under control." 

"If you can." 

"Good point. Yes, if I can. After all, she's very curious. That's only normal." 

"And she must be satisfied," added Cordova. 

"Yes, and satisfied and satisfied." 

"Until she's no longer curious?" 

"No, until she knows how to ration it out and that's what we've got to do?" 

"I don't follow you?" 

"We've got to educate her." 

"You mean I've got to educate her." 

"Both of us, in our own ways. Samantha has got to come until it's coming out of her ears and then she's got to come some more." 

"Hmmm, it might take a little time?" 

"Are you going anywhere?" 

"Not in the next year or so I'm not." 

"Then why are you so concerned about time?" 

"It might interfere." 

"My dear Cordova I'm not asking you to be on stud call twenty four hours a day." 

"Thank you." 

"And you'll have help, you won't be alone in this, I can assure you?" 

"Who else will be involved?" 

"Well, there's always Caroline." 

"You really think Samantha will go for that?" 

"Under the right circumstances, she'll go for almost anything." 

"Are you sure this is the best way to solve the problem?" he asked. 

"No, but it's the only thing I can think of. Unless you have any suggestions?" 

"No, I think you're right. She's got to work it out of her system." 

"Of course I don't want to devote too much time to this," cautioned Martha. 

"Naturally. Have you a limit in mind?" 

"Well I would certainly hope to think that if she's not straightened around within a couple of months that there's something seriously wrong with her. I mean, we're very good when it comes to this sort of thing." 

"As long as you don't want to turn it into a full time project, I'll go along with it?" 

"That's big of you?" 

"I could always quit." 

"True" 

"But I won't." 

"I know. I also know that you must have enjoyed her tight little cunt, didn't you?" 

"It wasn't bad." 

"Did she suck you?" 

"Yes?" 

"Did she do it good?" 

"There's room for improvement." 

"We're going to have to give this some more thought, not go rushing into it?" 

"I think that would be wise." 

"We might have to enlist the help of someone else," said Martha. 

"I'd be careful if I were you?" 

"I know if word ever got out I'd be ruined." 

"You'd be fucked in more ways than one, that's for sure," agreed Cordova. 

"Does Raymond have a brother?" 

"Yes, a younger brother. He's twenty five, I think," recalled Cordova. 

"Sound Raymond out, see if he's like to take a three month vacation, paid of course. Maybe we can get his brother in here?" 

"Stud service?" 

"Along with butlering, yes. I'd use Raymond but he's far too old." 

"I agree. Besides, Samantha might not go for him. I think she likes them swarthy." 

"Oh really?" 

"That was the impression I got." 

"Latin lovers, cute little accent?" 

"Yes, that sort of thing." 

"Well, she'll have to learn that good meat comes in many different packages." 

"True enough." 

Martha looked up at her lover. She had no complaints whatsoever. He was very talented between the sheets. Of course she paid him well and he had other duties as well which he was equally as proficient at. 

Still, it was nice to keep it all under one roof. 

Martha knew she could have practically any man she wanted but Cordova was very convenient. 

He was always around and he always fucked her very well. He was a true stud and it didn't matter to her in the slightest that he was going to use his talents on her daughter. 

He was merely a means to an end. Hopefully, Samantha would come to realize certain things and would then begin to look elsewhere for them. 

Then she would be out of Martha's hair and she could resume her life without having to bother with any more inconveniences. 

Caroline would also agree to it. Martha knew that she liked a young girl every now and then. 

Samantha was another story. 

But, reasoned Martha, get the little slut hot enough and she'd probably do just about anything within proper and decent reason. 

Martha sipped her drink and continued to stroke Cordova's hand. She had faced the problem and had come up with a good way to solve it. 

"I assume you didn't spend too much time at this cove," she said. 

"Not too much." Martha put down her drink and untied her pajama top at the neck and slowly unbuttoned it and shrugged it off her shoulders. 

Her breasts were large and firm and stood straight out and she saw how Cordova's eyes immediately went to her large nipples. 

"Good. Then you have something left for me." 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Well, I always have something for you." 

Martha flung the sheet that was covering her from the waist down off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, her bare feet on the floor. 

"Let's see it then." 

Cordova dropped his pants, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs. He started to take off his shirt when she stopped him. 

"That won't be necessary" 

"Why not?" 

"All I want is a little taste." 

"Help yourself." 

"I intend to." 

Martha felt herself begin to tingle all over as she leaned forward and began to rub and squeeze his prick, gradually making it hard. 

It grew into a full erection and when it was finally hard she looked at it, admired it and licked her lips in anticipation. 

"Mmmm, such nice meat?" 

"Glad you like it." 

"I love it." 

Her hands went to his balls as the tip of her tongue snaked out so she could run it up and down the sensitive underside of his cock. She did that several times, feeling her cunt begin to moisten and lubricate itself. Then she licked the head all over. 

Taking the head out of her mouth and looked with satisfaction at her mouth work. Then she closed her lips over his shaft and slowly moved her head forward, taking him into her. 

Inch after inch disappeared into her warm wet cavern. One of Martha's hands was on his balls, gently massaging them, teasing and pleasing them at the same time. 

Her other hand went between her legs so she could run a fingertip up and down the length of her hairy cunt slit, exciting herself. 

She finally managed to take everything he had and her lips were grazing against his pubic hairs. Then she began to move her head backwards and forwards. 

She used her teeth to scrape the sides of his cock and her lips to squeeze his thickness and her hand to work on his balls. 

Cordova watched and got more and more excited as she sucked on him. She knew what she was doing and wasn't afraid to take her pleasure. 

There was something very straightforward about that that appealed to him. She was honest in her own way and he could never fault her. 

Martha's fingernail found her love button and she worked on it, making the ultra sensitive little nubbin of cunt flesh erect and beam out pleasure and excitement to every part of her body. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated on her sucking, knowing what his balls contained, knowing the pleasure it would bring her. 

She twisted her head all around, her long hair framing her face as she breathed through flaring nostrils as she began to fight for her breath. 

She took her finger off of her cut so she could put it up into her hole and ream herself out, adding to her pleasure. 

Cordova knew what to do. He reached down so he could hold her head steady. Then he began to give her a good mouth fucking. 

Martha got more and more excited and rammed her finger in and out of her cunt, jabbing herself with it, pushing herself towards a climax. 

Cordova slapped his prick in and out of her face, giving her everything he had, knowing he was going to come soon. 

His balls began to get tight and high inside of their protective sack and he picked up his speed while Martha gouged out her pussy with her fingers. 

She felt the head rub against the roof of her mouth before it went down her throat. Her breasts heaved up and down on her chest. 

The nipples were hard and her whole chest beat with pleasure. Her loins were hot and wet and she knew there was only one thing to do. 

She rammed her finger in and out of herself as hard and as fast as she could while be worked on her. The tension began to build up in her body and she knew she would soon have her release. 

"Mmmmmm," she mumbled, her mouth full of rock hard cock meat. 

Cordova's balls went numb just before he came and squirted a load of steaming jism into her sucking mouth. 

Martha felt it hit her, felt it land on and under her tongue. She swallowed and sucked for more and came at the same time. 

Cream rolled down the length of her cunt canal, sopping her finger and hand, wetting her pubic hairs as Cordova came in her mouth again. 

Martha sucked as hard as she could, thrilling deeply as she tasted his cream, feeling her own cream get smeared all over her inner thighs. 

Then Cordova's balls were finally empty and they hung loose in their protective sack. Martha continued to massage them until she was sure he wasn't going to have another orgasm. Then she took her hands away from their respective genitals. 

His cock dropped out of her mouth, already beginning to get soft and useless. Martha flopped back on the bed, her mouth wide open. 

She breathed hard, her large breasts rising and falling on her chest, her eyes closed, her cunt still throbbing, come still ozzing out from between her pleasure swollen pussy lips. 

Cordova put down the drink he had held while she had sucked on him so he could pull up his pants. Then be sat down on the bed. 

Martha's eyes fluttered open when he stroked one of her thighs. She smiled and felt the wetness between her legs and it made her happy. 

"Ahhh, that was good," she said as she sat up and shook her head. 

"I liked it too." 

"I'm glad. It would be hard for you if you didn't. I'm also glad you like my daughter." 

"Not as much as you?" 

"But enough." 

"Yes, enough?" 

Martha took a sip out of her drink. "Hopefully it won't be for too long. You must fuck her well and hard and often?" 

"I'll do my best?" 

"I know she's in good hands. If there was anyone I'd trust to give her an education, it's you." 

"You have a point?" 

"I know I do. At least this way she'll know what's going on. She won't have to find out the hard way either like a lot of us do." 

"Do you want to fuck any more tonight?" 

"No, I just wanted a little taste like I said before," answered Martha. 

"Should I begin your daughter's education tomorrow?" he asked. 

"Let her take the initiative. From what you said she'll have no difficulty." 

"Maybe she takes after her mother." 

Martha made herself comfortable in her bed, tucking her legs under the sheet and taking one last sip out of her drink. 

"Make me another one please?" 

Cordova did that and when he returned she sampled it and nodded her approval. 

"Yes, she might very well take after me although I think I have more brains than she does. However, let that be as it may. If I can get her straightened around sexually I'll be satisfied." 

"There are many men out there who would willingly take advantage of her." 

"I know." 

"She's pretty and rich, an inviting target." 

"Well, we'll have to put some claws on my little pussy cat, won't we? Let her defend herself if she has to," said Martha. 

"I think you're doing the right thing." 

"I don't know what the hell else I can do. There are literally hundreds, thousands of men who would like nothing better than to get into her panties. I know she's very vulnerable now?" 

"She is." 

"After we get through with her, she won't be such easy pickings, will she?" 

"No," agreed Cordova. 

"Just don't be obvious" 

"I'll try not to." 

"And you can be as rough with her as you'd like within proper reason." 

"I intended to be. Shall I send Caroline up to you now?" he asked. 

"No, not tonight although you may fuck her if you want to," said Martha. 

"I've had enough for one day." 

"Yes, you'd better save your strength." 

"We'll be letting each other know what's going on, I assume?" he asked. 

"I won't be keeping a running score but yes, I want to know the progress my darling little slut is making," she answered curtly. 

"Good. Now if you have no further use of me, 

I'm tired and would like to go to bed." 

"I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Good night then?" 

"Sleep well Cordova." 

"I plan to." 

When he was finally in his bed he was unable to sleep. He considered his options. Fucking Martha was one thing. The daughter was another. 

But yet she had approved. Did he have a choice in the matter? Probably not. If it wasn't him it would be someone else. 

So what was wrong with it? Well, it would be tiring but Samantha showed promise and she was not without her obvious rewards. 

Martha was excellent in bed and he had no complaints insofar as that was concerned. Her demands were totally realistic and within proper bounds. 

No complaints there. 

Caroline wouldn't be a problem either. Martha could manager her quite nicely and in so far as Raymond's brother went, well, he would just have to see. 

Knowing Martha and her methods she would have him thoroughly investigated and even so the poor boy wouldn't know what he was getting into. 

No, there was no cause for alarm, he decided and then he was able to get to sleep. 

Martha was the type of woman who made decisions and stuck by them. She knew what to do to Samantha and was reasonably sure she was going about it in the right way. 

Cordova and Caroline would be co-operative as would Samantha so she didn't foresee any problems and if there were problems she knew she could handle them. 

She also knew things could be a lot worse. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The following morning Martha and Samantha had a late breakfast together, eating at a small table in the main dining room that was relatively close to the kitchen so as to make it as easy for Caroline as possible. 

She was a good cook, responsible with money and also managed it well, in addition to her other talents which Martha knew very well. 

"If you want a car I'll buy you one this week," suggested Martha as she dabbed at her mouth, finished with her breakfast. 

"Oh, I guess Cordova can drive me around for a while, can't he?" 

"Yes, but he also has other responsibilities, you know," reminded Martha. 

"All right, you can buy me a car next week if you want to." 

"Something small and sensible, but not too cheap," said Martha. 

"It's not that big of a deal?" 

Martha had been observing Samantha all throughout their meal. She had filled out since she last saw her and there was no doubt that she was a woman. 

There was a vague trace here and there of the little girl she had once been but that was only to be expected. She had blossomed. 

Well, I'll just speed up the process a little bit, thought Martha, help nature along. 

"Have you decided what you want to do yet, dear?" she asked. 

"No, not really. I suppose it'll take me a few weeks to get back into the swing of things." 

"I could get you invitations to some parties and balls if you'd like that." "Yes, I think I would but not right now. I mean I'm not in any rush." 

"Of course you're not. I just thought you were anxious to begin your life here, that's all." 

"I am, but in my own good time." 

So she has a mind as well as a body, thought 

Martha as she sipped her coffee while Caroline hovered in the background. 

Well, we'll see about that after a few weeks of Cordova's cock therapy. We're both in a rush my dear, but you don't know it yet. 

"Where's Cordova?" asked Samantha. 

"He's waxing the Rolls. Why?" 

"I thought I'd do some shopping. I want him to drive me unless you have plans for him." 

"Me? No and even if I did I'm sure we could work something out whereby we could share him." 

"Yes, I'm sure we could. I'll be in my room. 

Could you send him up in about thirty minutes?" 

"Caroline will tell him, won't you?" 

"Yes ma'am." 

"I think I'll go down to the club and lay in the sun. You're welcome to Cordova and the Rolls. I'll take my Thunderbird. Want to come with me or meet me there afterwards?" 

"Maybe, I'm not sure." 

"Then I'll see you at dinner," said Martha as she kissed Samantha lightly on her cheek. 

"Yes." 

Martha left and Samantha lingered over her coffee, smoking a cigarette. Ten minutes later Martha came down from upstairs, waved to Samantha and then went into the garage where she got into her car and drove away. 

"Tell Cordova he can come up anytime, whenever he's finished," said Samantha. 

"Yes, Miss Harding," said Caroline as she cleared off the table. 

Samantha went up to her room where she puttered around for a few minutes as she tried to decide what she wanted to do. 

After a few minutes she made up her mind. 

So soon, thought Cordova after Caroline delivered the message. 

"Tell her I have to clean up, then I'll come and fetch her," he instructed. 

Caroline didn't bother to go up in person. Instead she called on the house telephone and relayed Cordova's message. 

Cordova changed into a fresh uniform, wearing a plain black suit. The black cap gave him away though and as he walked up the stairs that led to the second floor he wondered what Samantha had in store for him. 

Her room was airy and got a lot of light but it wasn't nearly as large as her mother's. He knocked on the door, cap in hand. 

"Come in," called Samantha. 

He went in but didn't see her. The room was neat. The larger bed was somewhat conspicuous but he was surprised. He had been expecting her to be very messy, with clothes flung all over the place but that wasn't the case. 

"I'll be right out," she said from behind the closed bathroom door. 

"I'll wait outside." 

"Stay right where you are." 

There was a chair by the window and he wondered if he should sit down or not. He decided not to. He felt uncomfortable. 

Even though Martha had given him the green light he still didn't trust her one hundred per cent, not being able to tell for sure what was going on inside her head. 

He knew there wasn't a way out so he decided not to worry about it, to do as he saw fit and to hope for the best, come what may. 

"Do you like it?" asked Samantha. 

She was wearing a string bikini. The bra covered her nipples and a little more. The bottom half just managed to conceal the vee of her sex mound and the crack between her buttocks. 

For all intents and purposes she was naked. 

She modeled it for him. She put her hands on her hips and turned this way and that, giving him a lot of different angles. 

He could see her now better. The night before in the back seat of the Rolls Royce it was difficult but now it was very plain. 

She had an excellent figure. The legs were long, the waist could have been narrower but she had nice hips and a good rib cage. 

Her breasts were smallish compared to her mother's but they rode high on her chest, didn't sag at all and the nipples looked hard already. 

"Yes, it's very nice?" 

"I bought it just before I left. Think the boys will go for it?" 

"I'm sure they will." 

She came over to him, swinging her hips provocatively. "New uniform?" 

"I like it." She ran a finger down his chest. Then she turned and walked over to the window and looked down into the spacious backyard. "Mother's gone, she'll be gone all day?" 

"I know." 

"Does that please you?" 

"It makes no difference to me." 

She turned, resting against the window sill. "It does to me." 

"Why?" 

"Why do you think, silly?" 

"I have no idea." 

"Because now we can be alone for a while." 

"I thought you wanted to go shopping?" 

"I do but we can do that later, afterwards?' "After what?" he asked, trying to play it as straight as possible. 

"You don't think that last night was a one night stand do you?" 

"I didn't think anything about it." 

"Well, it wasn't. You're too good for your own good," she said. 

He couldn't argue with her there so he said nothing. 

"Besides, now we can take our time?" 

"I still don't know what you're talking about," insisted Cordova. 

"This is what I'm talking about." 

Samantha pulled down the spaghetti straps and let her bra slide down her arms. She dropped it onto the bed and thrust out her breasts defiantly at him. 

"Aren't I making myself clear enough?" 

"Yes, you are." 

"You know that there are thousands of men who'd like nothing more than to fuck me?" 

"That's a reasonable assumption." 

"And I'm practically throwing myself at you and you turn your nose up." 

"No, I'm not." 

"What then?" 

"Trying to get out of a difficult situation," lied Cordova. 

"Well, unless you come through for me, you'll be in a worse situation than you imagined." 

"I don't want to hear anything about that?" 

"I don't blame you. I could press charges against you, you know?" 

"No, I don't." 

"Well officer, I was trying on this new bikini and the chauffer came into my room and ripped it off and violated me against my will. What do you think it's worth? Ten years in San Quentin? Fifteen?" 

"No one would believe you." 

"I wouldn't chance it if I were you?" 

"I don't intend to." 

"And don't tell me you haven't got the beginnings of a nice erection either, I can see it from here?" 

"You're right." 

"Good, now take off your clothes and let me see it all," she snapped. 

Anger flashed in his eyes as he stripped. He stood naked before her, pissed off. "That's better, isn't it?" she asked sweetly. "I have a feeling the best is yet to come." 

"That's the way I like to hear you talk." 

CHAPTER NINE 

"See how much better it is when you're nice," cooed Samantha. 

She stood in front of him and reached down so she could gently tug on his limp dick, gradually turning it into a full erection. 

"Ah, that's better, such a nice cock." 

She put her hands behind his head and drew his mouth down to hers so she could kiss him, thrusting her tongue into him. 

She pressed her almost completely naked body hard against him, her breasts flattening out against his chest as their tongues dueled. 

She felt his rod dig into her and it excited her so that when she finally broke the embrace she was already panting. 

She stepped back and leaned over, her breasts swinging free from her body as she took off the bottom half of her body. 

"You're going to love this," she said as she led him over to the bed. "Now just lie down and I'll get you even harder." 

Cordova did that and watched as she positioned herself between his legs. She held his cock by its base so she could swirl the flat of her tongue all over the head a dozen times. 

Then she licked his hairy balls, thrilling as she balanced them on her tongue. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his prick before she opened her mouth wide. 

She took him into her dark, warm cavern and began to suck on him, making herself take as much of his hard meat as she possibly could. 

She bobbed her head up and down and began to move her buttocks around as she got more and more excited, as she wanted him more and more. 

Then she took him out of her mouth and moved up along side of him. 

"Now lick me, lick me until I tell you to stop," she panted. 

Cordova sucked on her nipples while he rubbed her hairy; fleshy sex mound. Samantha ran her fingers through his hair and arched her chest upwards and began to moan as her passion began to take over her. 

Then Cordova ran the tip of his tongue down her stomach in a straight line until he came to her slit. Opening his mouth wide, he moved around so that his head was between her legs. 

He filled his mouth with her cunt mound and bit her gently, exciting the hell out of her, making her squirm around. 

Then he ran his tongue up and down the length of her slit before he thrust it up into her and kept it there, poking and probing. 

His teeth grated against her and filled her with delicious pleasure/pain as he ate her. Samantha threw her head from side to side, enthralled. 

"I'm going to come," she gasped. 

She wrapped her legs around his head and held him a not so willing prisoner as the tip of his tongue massaged her love button. 

"AAAARRRGGGHHH." 

Samantha came, juice oozing out of the inner recesses of her pussy and flowing down the length of her canal into his waiting mouth. 

Cordova swallowed and sucked for more. Samantha thrashed around, her breasts rolling from one side of her chest to the other. 

Her body spasmed again and she had another climax that left her breathless. Cordova took his mouth off of her and quickly moved up onto the bed so he could kiss her and give her a good taste of herself. 

"Oohh, that was wonderful. Now stick it in me, fill me up." 

She didn't see the hard look in his eyes as he ran his hands over her breasts paying special attention to her thumb hard nipples. 

"This is going to be a pleasure," he said softly as he stood up. 

"What are you doing?" asked Samantha not knowing what was going on. 

He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up and rolled her over onto her stomach. Then he lifted her to her knees, her ass facing him. 

"We'll do it doggy style," he said. 

"Oh yes, I've never done it like that before." Samantha willingly propped herself up on her hands, her nipples pointing down at the pale blue sheet beneath her and she looked anxiously over her shoulder. 

"Put it in me," she said. 

"I intend to" 

Cordova took one hand and parted the cheeks of her ass and with his other hand placed the head of his cock at the tight circle of flesh that was her asshole and started to push in. 

"No, no, not there," protested Samantha. 

"I thought you wanted to be filled up?" 

"I do." 

"So?" 

"No one's ever fucked me there before No. No," she protested weakly. 

"There's a first time for everything." 

Samantha tried to throw him out of her by wiggling her ass around but only made it better for him as he slowly filled her up, not stopping until his pubic hairs were grinding against her soft, smooth rounded buttocks. 

"All filled up," he announced. 

"No, no." But she wasn't very convincing. "It's not nice to be a cock teaser." 

"I'm not, I'm not," she said, squirming around. "You wiggled your ass once too often. Now I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who bite off more than they can chew," he said as he withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside of her. 

"No, no." 

But she really meant yes, yes. 

CHAPTER TEN 

Cordova held her by her hips in a strong grip as he plunged his prick into the depths of her tight asshole. Samantha gasped. 

Her eyes opened wide as he gave her another thrust and got into his rhythm. She tried to relax as much as she possibly could. 

She was trapped and she knew it. As a result she didn't know what to do. Fortunately, her body took over for her. 

She was assaulted by a series of new and different sensations that left her bewildered and gasping for breath. She couldn't think. The only thing she could do was to simply react. 

Cordova impaled her with his rock hard prick, jabbing it in and out of her asshole repeatedly, hard and fast, going in as deeply as he could on each and every thrust he made. 

Samantha hung her head down and felt cream begin to dribble out from between her pleasure swollen cunt lips, running down her inner thighs. 

After a few minutes, when he was sure she wasn't going to try and throw him out of her, Cordova relaxed his grip a little. 

He ran his hands up and down her spine, feeling the ridges and the soft, almost invisible hairs. His balls slapped against her buttocks and the sound of her panting grew louder and louder. 

He picked up his speed, knocking himself into her hard, sticking his prick up into her asshole as far it could go. 

"Ooohhh," gasped Samantha. 

Cordova reached around and under so he could thrust two fingers up into her cunt hole so he could give her a good reaming out. 

He stretched the walls of her cunt out far and worked on them with his fingernails as Samantha began to move her ass back and forth. 

"Oh, yes, yeeesss?" 

"That's better. Like it now?" 

"Ooohhh, I loooove it" 

"I thought you would." 

"Harder, fuck me harder." 

Cordova jabbed at her with both his prick and his fingers feeling them inside of her at the same time, ideas popping in and out of his head. 

"I'm cooommming." 

Cordova put on a burst of speed for a couple of minutes, slamming himself in and out of her hard and fast, giving it everything he had. 

The tension in Samantha's body was killing her. Her asshole felt like it was ten times its normal size and her whole body was filled with passions that she didn't really understand. 

So she reacted. 

"AAARRRGGGHHH." 

She spasmed violently and her cunt canal was filled with thick, heavy cream, which ran all over Cordova's driving hand. 

Samantha fought for her breath, opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could in an effort to feed her starving lungs. 

Cordova took his fingers out of her cunt hole and slowed down a little. Samantha rested her forehead on the sheet as cream lined her inner thighs. 

This was the one chance he had to really teach her a lesson in addition to getting rid of a lot of the hostile thoughts he had for her so Cordova was determined to make the most of it. 

He picked up his speed, wanting to take her all the way, wanting to give her a butt fucking that she would never forget. 

He lunged in and out of her, putting all of his weight behind his thrusts, not wanting to hurt her physically but still wanting to make his point. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she panted. 

Samantha rode her orgasm down to its bottom and was immediately taken up by the beginnings of another one. It was impossible for her to get enough air and the room seemed to turn all around. 

She got dizzy and the more he pounded away at her, the more excited she got, the more she strained towards her climax. 

Cordova knew what was happening and gave her an extra little jab, hoping it would be enough to make her go over the edge. Samantha's head reeled as she came, her cunt flooding with cream, her whole body on fire, being completely consumed by her passion. 

Cordova didn't know how much longer he could keep it up for. Enough was enough. He had made his point and even if he hadn't he had certainly made an impression and this certainly wasn't going to be the last time he'd have the opportunity. 

He put on one last spurt of energy just before his balls released their load and he squirted into her seething asshole. 

Samantha felt it hit her and it extended her orgasm, made it something it wasn't before and she cried out as she felt her body being drained of cream. 

Cordova gave her one last shot before he was finally finished. He pulled his cock out of her asshole and sat down on the bed. 

He breathed hard and fast and was sweating in spite of the breeze which made the curtains flutter away from the windows. 

Samantha rolled over onto her side, her legs stretched out, her whole body shivering from spent excitement. Minnows of pleasure continued to dart through her, echoing satisfaction. 

Cordova snuck a hand between her legs so he could rub her sex mound, sneaking a finger into her slit, finding her clit, poking at it with a fingertip. 

Samantha responded by rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs and lifting one leg up a little, wondering if Cordova was going to fuck her again. 

He wasn't. 

Once was enough, at least for him in one day, considering who he was fucking. Cordova looked at her while he continued to rub her. 

She was obviously a very attractive young woman. She was also rich. She was also a bitch, at least with him. She was used to getting her own way and he sincerely hoped her mother knew what she was doing, otherwise her daughter would be even more messed up than she already was. 

Nevertheless, he still felt that there was reason to be optimistic. All he was doing was accelerating the natural growing up process. 

And hoping he wouldn't turn her into a sex fiend in the process. 

He could only relate to it so far. After that, it wasn't his responsibility any longer. Besides, he knew what his position was. 

They were both manipulating him. The mother and daughter were very much alike although he doubted that either one of them knew it. 

He sighed and felt like going to the beach where he could be alone and do some thinking but he knew it was impossible. 

He took his finger off of Samantha's clit. Her inner thighs were splashed and lined with drying cream and her breathing was becoming more regular. 

She finally propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts resting easily on her chest and looked at him, smiling. 

"Well, well," she said enigmatically. 

"Well what?" 

"Life is full of surprises." 

"It sure is." 

"Nobody's ever fucked me there before." 

"Did you like it?" 

"It was different," she answered, looking between his legs at his limp cock. 

"That's not what I asked you." 

"Yes, I liked it." 

"Good, we'll do it again sometime." 

"I'd have to think about that." 

"No you won't." 

"My but we're getting assertive all of a sudden," she said. 

"You wanted to play with grownups," he reminded her as he stood up. 

"Meaning that I'm a child?" 

"No, not that at all." 

"Then what?" 

"You've got to take some responsibility, that's all," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. 

"I thought I was." 

"Think again." 

"Maybe I will." 

Cordova put on his clothes. "Do you still want to go shopping?" 

"Sure." 

"Well, get dressed stupid or are you going like that?" he asked. 

"I'm not used to being spoken to like that." 

"You better get used to it." 

"I might have to talk to my mother about you," said Samantha as she dressed. "You're getting very arrogant for a chauffer." 

"Be my guest. I'll be waiting in the car." 

"I'll be down in ten minutes?" 

Cordova walked down the broad, curving staircase. Caroline was standing at the bottom, smoking a cigarette, like she was waiting for him. 

"Have fun?" 

"It helped to pass the time," he answered. 

Then he went out to sit in the car and wait for her. He noticed she was walking a little funny and he asked her why. 

"I'm a little sore." 

"I have a feeling you're going to be a lot sorer." 

"What do you mean by that?" she asked as she sat down in the back seat. 

"Nothing in particular" 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

It was three nights later. It was late at night. 

Samantha was already in bed, having complained of a vague soreness in her body. 

She had been very quiet and unusually subdued and Martha thought she knew the reason why but she wasn't quite sure. 

Martha had made herself a drink and had taken it out to the veranda where Cordova was sitting in a chair, looking at the city lights far below. 

It was a nice night. Stars were in the sky and there was a pleasant breeze which ruffled Martha's skirt around her legs. 

She lit a cigarette and pulled up a chair so she could be close to her lover and driver. She hadn't seen too much of him lately. 

"I assume you had a chance to get together with my daughter." 

"Yes, the day you went to the beach." 

"She doesn't waste any time does she?" 

"None at all." 

"Were the results satisfactory?" 

"I gave her a good ass fucking which may account for her soreness." 

"Ahh, it begins to make sense to me." 

"She's coming around. I may have been a little rough with her, I'm not sure." 

"Nothing too sordid, I hope." 

"No, don't worry. I just didn't give her any choice in the matter." 

"Did she tease you?" 

"As a matter of fact she did." 

"Did she get what she deserved?" 

"I think so." 

"Good. Did she like it?" 

"Yes." 

"That's even better?" 

"I hope you know what you're doing." 

"I think I do. I doubt that she'll turn into a nympho. Why? Do you?" 

"No, she'll be all right." 

"I was thinking of what we should do next." 

"That's up to you." 

"I have an idea?" 

"Let's hear it." 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I approve. Now it'll get interesting," said Cordova as he stood up. "Going somewhere?" 

"To bed. I'm tired?" 

"I'll see you soon then." 

"I'll be around." 

Alone, Martha sipped her drink and let the wind caress her face. Then she got up and went in and made herself another drink. 

Then she had an idea. 

She took off her shoes and walked barefoot to the rear of the house where Caroline lived in three rooms. There was a slash of light under the closed door. 

Martha went in without bothering to knock. Caroline was in bed, reading a paperback novel. 

She looked up and put the book down. 

"Bored?" she asked. 

"Yes. I've brought you a drink?" 

Caroline kicked her legs out from underneath the sheet that was covering them. Her legs were long and thin. Martha looked at them approvingly. 

She wore bikini panties and a sheer top, underneath which her large nippled breasts could be seen clearly, shaking lightly every time she moved. 

"Make yourself comfortable." 

"Thanks," said Martha as she handed Caroline the gin and tonic. 

"Thank you," replied Caroline as she sipped. 

Martha sat down, crossing her legs, putting a hand on one of Caroline's naked thighs. She began to move it up and down a little. 

"Miss me?" she asked. 

"I've been busy," replied Caroline. 

"So have I and you're going to get busier." 

"Oh? Will I like it?" 

"I know you will but I know of a way to erase any doubts you might have." 

"I'm sure you do?" 

Martha put down her drink on the night table so she could pull up Caroline's top and take it off of her, revealing her breasts. 

"That's better," said Martha as she looked at them, licking her lips. 

"Why don't you get comfortable. It looks like we're going to be here for a while?" 

"Why I thought you'd never ask." Martha stood up and quickly took off her clothes. Naked, she sat back down on the bed and crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. 

"I'm having a little problem with my daughter," she started to say. 

"So I gathered." 

"Cordova has been helping me." 

"You couldn't ask for a better man." 

"I know but I think it might require a woman's touch, if you know what I mean." 

"I think I follow you?" 

"Things are going to get lively around here. For a change." 

"It's about time too," said Caroline. 

"Bored?" 

"A little;" 

"Well, I'm sure we can do something about that, can't we?" asked Martha. 

"Mmm, I'm sure we can." 

Caroline laid down, stretching out her long legs and spreading them while Martha took one last sip out of her drink, her eyes cruising up and down her supine body that would soon be hers. 

For openers she ran the tip of her tongue across Caroline's lips before she slithered it into her open, waiting mouth. 

At the same time she gave her sex mound a good, hard rubbing, gently pinching her generous cunt folds before she slipped a couple of fingers up into her hole so she could warm her up. 

The two women had been part time lovers for almost a year. At first it was something that was done merely to break the boredom of their various heterosexual encounters. 

Neither one of them preferred a woman to a man but when left with no choice, they naturally turned to each other. 

For a short period of time the employer employee relationship was suspended, each one was on her own as they ventured into the nether world of sexuality.

"Like that?" asked Martha. 

"I love it?" 

They kissed for a little while longer, their tongues dueling. Their breasts met, the nipples touching, flattening out on their chests. 

Martha got a knee between Caroline's legs so she could rub her cunt with it as she took her hand away from her hot pussy. 

She rubbed Caroline's breasts and decided to suck on her nipples for a while. She ran the tip of her tongue around one of her circumferences. 

Then she gently nibbled on the thumb hard nubbin of breast flesh as Caroline began to move around, her cunt wet and ready. 

"Let me do you," panted Caroline. 

"With pleasure." 

Martha lay across the bed, her legs dangling over the side while Caroline got down onto her knees. She covered her inner thighs with wet, open mouthed kisses before she opened her mouth and took as much of Martha's hairy cunt into her dark, warm cavern as she could. 

"Oh, oh," gasped Martha. 

Caroline was an avid cunt sucker once she got into the mood and it didn't take much for her to get that way. She had been bored lately and knew she would jump at the first opportunity to relieve that boredom. 

She had been jealous of Cordova, knowing he was plowing Samantha's tight, young cunt instead of hers. She was in no position however to make any complaints and could only wait. 

Now that Martha had told her she needed her help with Samantha the sexual prospects improved greatly and Caroline knew that it was in her own best interests to satisfy Martha. 

As a result she decided to give her the best sucking she knew how. 

She took her fingers and spread Martha's cunt lips apart revealing the pinkish inner flesh. Then she ran her tongue up and down the entire length of her slit, teasing and pleasing her at the same time. 

Martha squirmed around, her breasts lolling on her chest as she anxiously waited for the orgasm which she knew she was going to attain. 

Then she felt Caroline's tongue enter her, her lips bit into her fleshy cunt mound, filling her with delicious pleasure/pain. 

That was more like it. 

"Ahhhh," she moaned. 

Caroline scrunched her hands in under Martha's buttocks so she could lift her up and mash her lips against hers. 

She thrust her tongue up as far as it would go into her cunt hole and kept it there, poking and probing it around. 

Martha raised her legs high in the air, her eyes closed, excitement sweeping over her, taking control of her body. 

Caroline twisted her face around on her, feeling her own cunt begin to moisten as it lubricated itself. Soon, she would have relief. 

Martha got hotter and hotter, grabbing hold of the sheets as she strained to have an orgasm. She thrust her cunt up hard against Caroline's face, smearing her cheeks and lips. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried. 

Caroline found her love button and bit it gently, sending shock waves of intense pleasure and excitement throughout every part of Martha's hot, squirming, wriggling body. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh," cried Martha. 

Her body spasmed and she came, her cunt canal filling with delicious cream which rolled down its length and into Caroline's waiting mouth. 

Caroline sucked and swallowed and then sucked some more, twisting her face all over Martha's cunt, trying to hold onto her, digging her fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks. 

Martha's climax began to subside and she opened her eyes. Her breasts were heaving up and down on her chest and she looked down at the person who had brought her so much pleasure. 

"Come up here, let me do you," she panted. 

"With pleasure." 

Caroline leaned over her and took one of her breasts in her hand so she could run the erected nipple across Martha's lips. 

The tip of her tongue came out so she could poke at the center of the thumb hard nipple before she opened her mouth wide. 

Caroline forced her to take as much of her tender breast flesh as she could, pressing it down against her, covering her face. 

Tingles of pleasure darted all over Caroline's chest and made their way down her stomach, eventually terminating in her cunt. 

She breathed faster and faster, her mouth still filled with the taste of Martha's juice. She could feel it drying on her cheeks. 

Then she took her nipple out of Martha's sucking mouth so she could move up on the bed and straddle her, her pussy inches from Martha's face. 

"Now, see what you can do with this," she panted as she looked down. 

Martha spread Caroline's pussy lips apart and thrust her tongue up into her as far as it would go, instantly mashing her lips against hers. 

There was no need for subtlety here, no need for pretenses. Martha wanted to satisfy herself and Caroline and didn't much care how she went about 

Caroline pressed downward, covering Martha's mouth with her hairy bush, relishing the way her driving poking, probing tongue made her feel. 

Martha ran her hands over Caroline's rounded buttocks before she spread her cheeks apart and revealed the tight circle of flesh that was her asshole not knowing exactly what she wanted to do. The taste and smell and feel of Caroline's cunt excited Martha and she felt her own pussy begin to react to the sensations. 

She breathed faster and faster as she gobbled away at her, thrilling, knowing she was going to have another exciting orgasm. 

She took her middle finger and pressed against Caroline's asshole, slowly imbedding it up into her hot, willing body. 

Caroline sucked in her breath sharply at the pleasurable intrusion. It added another dimension to her excitement and she welcomed it. 

The tension began to build up in her body and she opened her mouth wide, sucking in air to her starving lungs as fast and as often as she possibly could, her breasts rising and falling on her chest as she sat upright, forcing herself down onto Martha's mouth. 

Martha started to butt fuck her with her finger, moving it in and out, going all the way in, moving her hand around, stretching out Caroline's flesh. 

"Oooohhhh." 

Caroline came, bucking downward, bouncing her pelvic bone hard against Martha's face, smearing her cream all over her, giving it to her as fast as it came out of her hot cunt. 

Martha sucked and swallowed and jammed her finger in and out of her asshole as hard and as fast as she possibly could, thrilling them both. 

Caroline's orgasm extended itself by a little, gave her just a little more pleasure before it finally began to subside. 

Drops of thick cream oozed out from between her cunt lips and into Martha's waiting mouth. She took her finger out of her asshole and began to lick her slit up and down, getting it all. 

After a couple of minutes, Caroline lifted her leg and got off of Martha, lying down beside her, each woman enjoying the remnants of their climaxes which still lingered in their bodies. 

"That's better," said Martha after a while. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Martha went into Caroline's closet and put on one of her robes so she could go into the small ante room next to the dining room where the bar was. 

She made a couple of fresh drinks. The big house was quiet and she wondered if Cordova was at that very minute fucking her daughter again. 

No matter, she said to herself as she padded on bare feet back into Caroline's quarters. Samantha will be taken care of just fine, one way or the other. 

"Thanks," said Caroline as she took the drink Martha offered her. 

Caroline was a three time loser when it came to marriage. Fortunately her last ex-husband had been relatively well off and the amount of alimony she received plus what she got in salary was enough to enable her to sustain a fairly independent life style. 

Not like Martha did though. She still had to work, in spite of the monthly stipend she received which sometimes was not on time. 

Having no taste or inclination for the work force in general she had decided to go into domestic work. She was a good cook and a good organizer and had no trouble in getting jobs. 

In the back of her mind she was looking to get married again but was in no rush. Martha treated her well, paid her a more than generous salary and there were also the obvious fringe benefits. 

Nevertheless she knew she would be moving on someday and pretty soon at that so in the mean time she was determined to get as much out of their relationship as possible. 

Martha lighted a cigarette and sat down on the edge of the bed, her borrowed robe open, her legs crossed, cream on her inner thighs. 

"Have you ever gone to bed with Cordova?" she asked Caroline. 

"No. Why?" 

"Because you might have to. Any objections?" 

"If he's good I don't have any but if he's not I'd just as soon not waste any time." 

"He's good." 

"I assume you know that from personal experience?" asked Caroline. 

"Then I would have no objection at all if he wanted to plug me up." 

"That's good. I really appreciate what you're doing for me." 

"I have my motives." 

"I'm sure you do and they're none of my business," said Martha. 

"That's right, they're not." 

"We must get together more often." 

"Starting to like my pussy, are you?" 

"I always have but maybe I'm at that stage in life where my needs are becoming more acute." 

"That could very well be. I'm not that old yet myself." 

"But I'm sure you can appreciate what I'm going through though." 

"You don't have to justify yourself to me." 

"I know but I want you to understand because it's important where Samantha is concerned." 

"Martha, if you want to tell me, okay but don't think or assume that I can really understand. I can lay here and nod my head and say sympathetic things but you're the only one who really knows what's going on." 

Martha studied her drink for a minute as if she was counting the tiny bubbles that made their way from the bottom of the glass to the surface where they burst and made her nose tickle. 

"Yes, you're right of course. Maybe I was just feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I'm getting too lonely," she admitted sadly. 

"Well, you're certainly entitled to feel that way but we're all alone. We just have to make the best of a bad situation." 

"You're a heartless bitch, do you know that?" 

"I believe you but you still like me" 

"True enough. Maybe it's because I'm heartless myself sometimes." 

"You have to be. You're rich and I don't think you really know what you want and sometimes you get confused and very unhappy." 

Martha took a big pull out of her drink and took off the robe, laying it across the foot of the bed. The window was open and there was a cool breeze that seemed to sweep up from the city that lay sprawled below them, its lights still twinkling. 

"I know. All of which you say is true, I won't even bother to deny it." 

"In any case, I'm going to gladly help you with your daughter, if that's any consolation." 

"It is." 

"Good." 

"I'm glad too. I'm glad we talk like this. It helps. I don't have too many close friends." 

"I know." 

"And tomorrow we'll still be our same old selves when we wake up." 

"Yes," said Caroline. "And you'll be worried about other things and you'll probably ask yourself why did I talk like that to Caroline." 

"I probably won't. Even I'm entitled to a moment's weakness," said Martha. 

"Of course you are." Caroline yawned. "Getting tired?" asked Martha. "As a matter of fact I am. I have this boss you see who makes me get up very early in the morning." 

"I'll leave then." 

Martha put on her clothes and leaned over and stroked Caroline's breasts before she left. 

"Silly old bitch," muttered Caroline as she turned out the light and rolled over onto her side. 

Martha went to her room where she undressed and finished her drink while in bed. "Yes, she has her talents," she said, referring to Caroline. "Now we'll see just how good she really is." Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep quicker than she thought she was going to. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

A week passed. 

Martha kept herself busy, having several social engagements and when she was through with those, spending a lot of time working on her tan, trying not to think of Samantha. 

Cordova tried to avoid both Samantha and Martha, knowing he couldn't do it forever unless he wanted to quit but nevertheless relishing the free time he had to himself, knowing it wasn't going to last. 

Caroline waited patiently, wondering what Cordova was going to be like in bed, wondering what Samantha was going to be like in bed, wondering how Martha was going to arrange it all. 

Samantha thought of nothing. 

"So here you are," said Martha to Samantha as she came out onto the veranda one afternoon. 

"Yes, I thought I'd have my lunch here." 

"It's an excellent idea." 

"Want to join me?" 

"I'll eat at my club, thanks." 

The sun was warm and Samantha wore a pair of shorts and a halter. She was braless and Martha looked with envy at her chest, remembering her own fine breasts when they were younger. 

"There's something I want to talk to you about," said Martha as she adjusted her sunglasses, facing directly into the sun. 

"What's that?" 

Martha took a sip out of a glass of iced tea she had brought with her and leaned back in her chair, feeling the heat and liking it. 

"I'm aware of what's been going on between you and Cordova," she said. 

"Do you disapprove?" 

"No, I neither disapprove nor approve. You're almost a grown woman, you're certainly free to do what you want with your body." 

"So why even mention it then?" 

"I just wanted you to know you don't have to sneak around, that's all." 

"I was worried about him." 

"You thought I was going to fire him?" 

"It entered my mind." 

"There's no need to worry. In spite of the propriety which I'm sometimes obliged to wear, I really run a very loose house." 

"So I'm beginning to gather." 

"Just be discreet, that's all." 

"Meaning what?" 

"Meaning that I don't care who you fuck as long as you don't spread yourself too thin. We do have a certain amount of standing that we have to maintain but the rules aren't as strict as you may think they are as long as you don't try to abuse them." 

"I'll try to remember." 

"I'm sure you will and try not to take him away from his duties, will you? What he does in his free time is his own business, during working hours it's my business," said Martha. 

"That sounds fair enough." 

"I think it is." She stood up. "See you at dinner Samantha." 

"Enjoy yourself." 

"I intend to." 

"Did she believe you?" asked Cordova. 

They were driving to Martha's club where she was spending a lot of her time lately. Martha worked out there and got a massage and took some sun and did a little swimming. 

"I think so." 

"Good. Have you spoken to Caroline?" 

"No, that's next." 

"Are you anticipating any trouble?" 

"None whatsoever." 

"Think Samantha will fall for the bait?" 

"I know she will." 

"It should be very interesting then." 

"Very" 

"Now here's what we're going to do," she said to Caroline that night after dinner. 

They were in the kitchen. She didn't know where Cordova was. Samantha was in her room. She wanted to talk to Caroline and set things up. 

"Sounds good," said Caroline after Martha had explained her plan. "Cordova already knows?" 

"Yes." 

"I can hardly wait." 

"I'm surrounded by sluts," sighed Martha. "In that case you're the queen of them all." 

"True enough but at least I admit it. See you tomorrow night." 

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Samantha slowly began to get back in circulation. As she had promised, her mother bought her a car which gave her the freedom to come and go as she more or less pleased. 

Her mother also got her a membership in her club. There she could swim, play tennis, have lunch and meet people her own age in a variety of ways. 

Of course the fact that she was a Harding didn't hurt her at all. The name was both respected and feared and envied depending upon which person you asked. 

Samantha was sought after. There was a certain amount of prestige in being seen with her. She was a prodigal daughter finally come home. 

She also was rich. Rich beyond most people's comprehension. The man who married her would be set up financially for the rest of his life. That was no secret at all. 

Other women liked her too. She didn't play her hand to hand, lord various things over them and they accepted her as an equal. 

In short, she became very popular very quickly. She was asked to sit on various committees of various charity events and while she didn't accept all of the invitations that were offered her she nevertheless accepted enough of them so that her time was precious to her. 

She did manage to keep enough spare time for herself, still feeling a little insecure about getting too deeply involved in the social swing of things. 

She always held back a little which in turn made her all the more desirable. This was not construed as being snobbish either. 

It was looked upon as a natural shyness, a somewhat desirable quality that it was hoped she would grow out of in good time. 

Martha was greatly pleased. Her daughter seemed to have a sensible head on her shoulders. She always came home at a decent hour. 

Her choice of dates could never be questioned and if she was putting out for them she did it in such a way so that the question was never raised. 

Adults liked her too. She was polite and respectful and didn't seem to have some of that youthful fire that so often was self-destructive. 

Cordova was happy, too. In spite of the fact that she was a pretty good little piece of ass he nevertheless didn't miss fucking her. 

Girls like her were very easy to find and they weren't his thing anyway. He could fool himself into thinking that they were but he could only do it for short periods of time. 

After that reality set in and he knew the game was up and he didn't try to delude himself any longer. The more time she spent with her new found friends, the less chance there was of his having to sleep with her again, although he knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. 

Caroline was getting impatient. Martha had primed her and after a few days she began to wonder what was going on, if anything at all. 

Naturally she couldn't ask Martha about it unless Martha brought up the subject first so she stewed in her juices and waited patiently. 

Martha pondered the situation. Maybe she shouldn't meddle any more and interfere. Maybe she should keep her nose out of Samantha's business. 

On the other hand maybe the job wasn't done yet. That was the question that nagged at her for weeks and weeks, never giving her any peace. 

Summer came to the Bay area and with it a refreshing warmth. Flowers and sun tans proliferated and the gulls screeched happily and tourists thronged the city streets and there were no protests over some social matter. San Francisco was a nice place to live in, things were quiet and vaguely optimistic. 

But Martha had no piece. She had never really spoken to her daughter on a woman to woman basis and she knew that she would never be able to do that. 

Samantha never came to her for advice and Martha felt awkward about offering it so there was always this uneasy silence that kept on popping up. 

They had very little to say to one another actually. They each led their separate lives and every now and then, like at the breakfast or dinner table, they met and chitty chatted about this and that, each one making sure to keep the subjects neutral. 

Which would have been fine with both of them except that Martha felt guilty. She never would have admitted it of course but she did. 

Insofar as it was possible for her to do so, she felt that she had let Samantha down, that she had failed her and her attempts to educate her in a sexual sense were done so that she could expiate her guilt. 

Which was why she couldn't let well enough alone. 

She had to do everything she could, had to make sure that at least this once she hadn't let her daughter down, like she did before. 

All things considered Samantha was a very lucky girl. Meddling mothers, and father for that matter too, were nothing new. 

Everyone wants the best for their sibling and in the course of trying to attain that, many a life has been loused up considerably. 

But Martha was more or less unaware of this or even if she was aware of it, was unable to communicate it or even admit it to herself. 

So she decided to act. 

Cordova was in his room and she found him there. 

He knew it was trouble from the minute she walked in, sitting down like she owned the place which she did but still, she at least should have knocked first. 

He tried to remember when the last time he fucked her was but couldn't. A week ago? Something like that. Was that what she came for. 

It was just after lunch and he was relaxing, having nothing in particular to do. Martha liked to keep him on call so even when he was idle he was confined to the house unless she told him differently. 

He was reading a paperback novel, lying on his bed in his shorts, sunlight streaming into the room feeling good about things. 

"I think the time has come," she said ominously. 

"Want something cold to drink?" he offered, getting up so he could put on his pants. 

His rooms had a small kitchenette attached to them so he could cook for himself if he wanted. Cordova got himself a glass of iced tea, smoothed down the bed and then sat opposite her. 

"For what?" 

As if he had to ask. 

"Samantha's been very active lately." 

"So I've noticed." 

"She's been seeing a couple of young men?" 

"I assume you approve of them." 

"Oh yes, they come from the best of families," said Martha. 

She wore a loose fitting shift and was braless and Cordova wondered if she was wearing any panties underneath of it she was totally naked. 

"So what's the problem?" 

"I just want to make sure she knows what's going on," answered Martha. 

"And now's the time for us to put your master plan into action?" 

"Yes, before things get out of hand." 

"What do you mean?" 

"She's at that age. She'll probably be getting married soon. I don't know, it's a combination of things. I just want to be sure in my own mind, that's all." 

"I guess I can understand that." 

"You don't have to understand, you just have to fuck her. Is that too much to ask for or have you lost your taste for her?" 

"No, I haven't lost my taste. I just thought that since things were going so smoothly, why mess around with them?" he asked. 

"Maybe they're going too smoothly." 

"Maybe." 

"You sound hesitant." 

"I am?" 

"Why?" 

"I'm not sure." 

"Then it's not important." 

"I hope not," he said. 

"Listen, it'll only be for this one more time," she insisted. 

"That's what they all say." 

"Keep your wise cracks to yourself. You're in a very envious position, you know." 

"Yes, I suppose so." 

Martha studied him. There was something different about him. Conscious? No, that she doubted? Was her daughter suddenly unattractive to him? No, she doubted that very much. 

What then? 

She didn't know and because she couldn't get the answer right away she came to the conclusion that it wasn't very important. 

"Now, now, I understand how you feel," she lied. "I feel the same way but it's got to be done for her own good in the long run." 

"Yes, I know you have a point," he agreed reluctantly at last. 

"And don't tell me you don't enjoy it. I know for a fact that you do." 

"All right, I won't tell you I don't enjoy it," he said in a monotone. 

"I know what you need." 

"What's that?" 

"Something to put you in the mood." 

"It wouldn't hurt." 

"I know. Lie on the bed and I'll see what I can do for you?" 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Martha raised her shift over her shoulders and pulled it over her head and off. She was naked except for a pair of bikini panties. 

She kicked off her sandals and stood by the side of the bed looking down at Cordova. He looked up at her, wondering what she had in mind. 

"It's been a long time," she said. 

"Not that long?" 

"For me it has?" 

Martha pulled down his pants and shorts and sat back on the edge of the bed, cradling his flaccid cock in the palm of her hand. 

"Mmmm, what have we here?" she murmured. 

"An old friend." 

"I feel like saying hello again." 

"It's all yours." 

"Mmmm, I know?" 

Martha positioned herself between his legs, then decided she wanted to do it another way. She got up and laid down on the bed. 

"Sit over me," she said. 

"With pleasure." 

Cordova squatted over her, the head of his cock inches from her face. He could feel the soft breasts on her chest behind him. 

"That's better," sighed Martha. 

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and drew tiny circles on his inner thighs while she cradled his balls in her hand. 

Then she opened her mouth wide and licked them all over, thrilling as she felt the prickly hairs. Then she took them into her dark, wet cavern so she could suck on them gently. 

At the same time she tugged on his cock, gradually working it into a full erection, getting it ready so that she could do whatever she wanted to with it. 

She ran the flat of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his prick several times, rubbing his balls, pleasing and teasing them at the same time, priming them. 

Then she licked the head all over, making it glisten and shine from her saliva. She looked at the soft skin, the tiny hole in the head. 

Satisfied, she opened her mouth and took him into her, slowly moving her head up until her lips were grazing against his pubic hairs. 

Excitement and passion began to bubble up inside of her as she slowly sucked on him, relishing his hard meat and softer balls. 

She began to squirm around and closed her eyes as she got more and more excited. Cordova didn't have to do anything at all. 

He knew he was there solely to service her which was all right with him. He didn't mind being a stud, he thought it was sort of neat in spite of its drawbacks. But you had that with anything. 

He watched with growing interest as Martha worked on him, squeezing his thickness with her lips, trying to make it as exciting as she could for him. 

When it came to sucking and fucking Martha knew most of the tricks, the little ways that made something a lot better than it ordinarily would have. 

She used her teeth to scrape the sides of his prick as she moved her head up and down. Then she took her hand off of his nuts. 

She held onto his buttocks and laid her head down on the pillow and began to pull him down into her, indicating to him that she wanted him to mouth fuck her. Cordova did it willingly and gladly, sinking as much of his meat into her dark cavern as she could take which was just about all of it. 

His balls tightened Sup inside their protective sack but he had pretty good control and wasn't worried about shooting his load too soon. 

Martha squirmed around as she felt her cunt begin to get wet and well lubricated. As she sucked she considered the possibilities. 

She could have him put his meat in her cunt or her asshole or both her cunt and asshole. Each one appealed to her very much. 

She closed her eyes as she got more and more excited and felt the tension begin to build up inside her body, making it hard for her to breath. 

Her nostrils flared as she tried to satisfy her lungs. Her breasts rose and fell on her chest and she spread her legs far apart. 

Cordova picked up his speed, thrilling as he felt the head of his cock rub against the ridges in the roof of her mouth. 

Martha twisted her face ass around, a line of tension running from her throat in a straight line down the center of her stomach. 

It ended in her cunt and she gyrated her pelvis slightly and made Cordova wonder if he should put his prick inside her and fuck her there. 

No, let it stay where it was, he said to himself. If she wants it there, she'll do something about it. She knows how to. 

Martha sucked harder and harder on him, determined to have him come in her mouth. She ran her hands up and down his buttocks before finally settling them on his hard, hairy nuts. 

Cordova knew what she wanted and saw no reason why he shouldn't give it to her. She moaned and furrowed her brow like she was concentrating. 

He let loose and sent a stream of cream into her mouth. It was enough to make her come, too. His balls salved once more. Martha felt his juice hit her tongue, roll over and under it. She swallowed and sucked for more. 

At the same time, she felt her own cream roll down the length of her cunt canal and begin to seep out from between her pussy lips. 

In no time at all there was a large stain in her panties as she spasmed more cream out of her body, breathing very hard, wanting to get as much out of her orgasm as she possibly could. 

Then his balls were finally empty. Martha knew it too and she continued to suck on him, wanting to get the last little bit of jism he had. 

"Ahhh," she panted as he took his shrinking meat out of her mouth and got up off of the bed. 

"Satisfied?" he asked. 

"It'll do for now." 

"Want me to fuck you?" 

"Hmmm." She thought for a minute. Then she sat up on the bed, resting her back against the headboard. "No, save it for Samantha." 

"Whatever you want." 

"What I want is for us to screw twice a day." 

"So why don't we?" 

"After Samantha. Take care of her first. Then you and I can get down to serious business." 

"I'm looking forward to it." 

"Looking forward to me or Samantha?" 

"To both of you," he said as he sipped his iced tea, standing by the window. 

"That's good because I don't want you to fail her." 

"I won't." 

"Oh, there's one other thing." 

"What's that?" 

"Caroline." 

"You want me to fuck her too?" 

"Well, if you don't mind." 

"I'm servicing the whole house!" 

"Only for a little bit you are. You don't have to if you don't want to?" 

"Thanks a lot." 

"I thought I was doing you a favor?" 

"I'll let you know afterwards?" 

"That's the spirit." 

"I hope things get back to normal soon." 

"Getting tired of all this pussy?" 

"Sort of." 

"Well, make the supreme effort and you'll be rewarded," promised Martha. "I'll think of something. Now come over here." 

He stood close by her. She reached out so she could tug gently on his cock. Gradually it got hard again. Martha let go of him so she could take off her panties. 

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, knowing what the answer was going to be. 

"I'd never forgive myself if I let such a nice hunk of meat go to waste. Now put it where it'll do the most good," she panted. 

"Roll over onto your back." 

"Going to ream me out?" 

"I might?" 

"You better." 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Cordova knew he couldn't get out of it. He wasn't sure he even wanted to get out of it but one thing was for certain. There was no way that he was going to service every cunt in the whole house. 

He was pretty sure he could do it for a limited amount of time but knowing Martha and Samantha and suspecting certain things about Caroline he had no intention of letting them fuck him into an early grave. 

Maybe Martha was telling the truth. Maybe this would be the end of it. Maybe all he'd have to do would be to fuck Samantha again and then he and Martha could take up where they were before. 

Then there was Caroline. He thought she was nice looking but that was as far as it went. He had a feeling that he was going to learn a lot more about her in a very short time. 

Samantha had gone to the club, had played some tennis, gotten something to eat and was going out that evening to see a movie with a guy whom she had met a couple of weeks ago at the club. 

She wasn't fucking him yet although the thought had entered her mind. She had come home and was in the process of resting prior to going downstairs and getting something to eat. The guy was picking her up at seven. It was five now. There was plenty of time to eat and change her clothes. 

She lay on her bed, having stripped down to bra and panties when there was a knock on her door. 

"Come in," she called. 

Cordova walked in, closing the door behind him, his eyes immediately going to her breasts and he wondered how the small bra cups managed to contain them, keep them from spilling out. 

Samantha made no attempt to cover herself up. 

"Hello," she said. 

"I've missed you," he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

"I've missed you too but this is a bad time. I'm going out tonight." 

"Just a kiss then." 

"All right." 

He pressed his lips against hers, his nostrils filling with the aroma of her perfume. His tongue dueled- with hers for a while as be caressed her stomach with his fingertips, exciting her. 

"I've haven't g& much time," I said. 

"Not enough time for this?" 

He slipped his hand underneath her panties so he could play with the generous folds of her cunt, running his fingers up and down her slit. 

"No, no, I really haven't got the time," she insisted without conviction. 

He found her love button and scratched at it with a nail, exciting her making her breath faster and faster, getting her hot. "It won't take that much time." 

"I've got to change clothes." 

"You will but first you've got to take off what you have on. I'll help you." 

"But then I really do have to get something to eat," she said. 

He undid the clasp on her bra and freed her breasts. Then he slid her panties down her legs. When Samantha tried to get up, he gently pushed her back down, his hand between her legs, feeling, rubbing her hairs fleshy sex mound. 

"I want you in my mouth," he said in her ear. 

"Yes, yes, eat me." 

He stripped, his cock immediately springing to life. He got between her legs and lifted her up, resting her buttocks against his chest. 

Then he mashed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue as far up into her hole as he could, his teeth grating against her, filling her with deliciously exciting pleasure/pain. 

Samantha's breasts fell backwards slightly as she looked up at his mouth which was glued to her cunt. He poked at her clit and she knew he could do anything he wanted to with her, her passion making her virtually helpless. 

Cordova gently bit her fleshy folds, sending arrows of excitement shooting all through her body, making her begin to writhe around. 

He filled his mouth with her hairy cunt and sucked hard on her, twisting his mouth all over her, driving her towards a climax. 

"Oh, oh," she gasped. 

Cordova's strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her tightly. Samantha squirmed and writhed, her breasts shaking now, her eyes closed as she strained closer and closer towards her orgasm. 

"I'm cooommming," she gasped. 

She spasmed and Cordova felt cream ooze into his mouth. He sucked and swallowed and cleaned her out before he finally let her down. 

Samantha sat up but she didn't stay that way for long. Cordova lay down and Samantha's hands were instantly on his balls and the base of his cock. 

She held it there while she licked up and down and then hurriedly began to suck on him as if she couldn't wait to come again. 

Cordova watched intently as she bobbed her head up and down, her hard nipples grazing against his thighs, her eyes closed, her nostrils flaring as she got more and more hot and excited. 

She filled her mouth with his meat, caressing his nuts at the same time, squeezing him with her lips, twisting her head all around. 

She didn't want him to come there. After a while she took him out of her mouth and kissed and tongued his inner thighs. 

"Now put it in me." 

"Where?" 

"Any hole you want." The bed was higher than most, enabling Cordova to stand by the side so he could fuck her while he was standing up and she was lying down. 

Samantha eagerly, anxiously lay crossways on the bed, spreading her legs, offering him her tight young pussy wanting him to plug it up. 

Cordova took the head and ran it up and down the length of her slit before he found the right hole and slowly began to push himself into her. 

"Ahhh, such nice meat," panted Samantha. 

Cordova waited until their pubic hairs were grinding together before he gave her one last little push. Then he withdrew his cock until only the head was still inside of her tight cunt. 

Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist as he started to friction her, holding onto the backs of her hard, firm thighs. 

The head of his cock easily parted her pussy walls and he went as far up into her as he could, stroking her, stoking the fires of her passion. 

"Ooohhh, it's soooo goood," panted Samantha. 

Cordova's pelvis swung back and forth easily as he drove his cock in and Out of her cunt, thrilling as he saw her breasts loll from one side of her chest to the other as she threw her head around. 

Samantha threw her cunt up to meet his incoming cock, wanting every hard inch he had to offer her, not wanting to miss anything. 

His balls slapped against her buttocks as he fucked her. He knew he was going to be fucking her for a long time so he paced himself accordingly. 

There was no sense in tiring himself out before he really had to. Samantha writhed as she strained towards another orgasm. 

"Oh, oh, I'm cooommming," she yelled. 

Martha had her ear pressed to the door. She took her head away. Caroline was standing beside her, naked, her clothes in a pile on the floor. 

Martha embraced her, pressing her body against hers, thrilling as she felt Caroline's naked breasts press against her blouse. 

She reached down and rubbed her cunt, running her middle finger up and down the length of her slit before she stuck it up into her hole so she could give her a quick finger fucking. 

Caroline grabbed a hold of her buttocks and pressed her groin into Martha's trying to get as much of the driving finger as she could. 

"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" cried Samantha. 

"That's your cue," said Martha as she took her finger out of Caroline's well-lubricated cunt. 

"You're on!" 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Cordova heard the door to Samantha's room open and close but Samantha didn't. He continued to fuck her, not breaking stride for a minute. 

Caroline stood behind him so she could gently squeeze his balls-as she swept her eyes up and down Samantha's body as it writhed and reacted to Cordova's driving cock that he sank up into the far recesses of her cunt on each and every thrust. 

"This is gonna be fun," said Caroline. 

"A little relaxation before dinner," said Cordova. 

Samantha opened her eyes but couldn't focus them properly. Then she sensed that there was another person along side of her. Caroline opened her mouth so she could tongue and lick one of Samantha's nipples while she rubbed her other breast, stroking it up and down. 

She chewed gently on the thumb hard nubbin of breast flesh, flooding Samantha's chest with pleasure and excitement, making her hotter. 

Samantha was wrapped in a secure blanket of sensual pleasure. Her cunt was constantly being filled up with Cordova's hard meat, her breasts and nipples were being licked and sucked. There wasn't anything she wouldn't have done. 

"Now we'll see just how hot momma's little girl really is," said Caroline. 

She straddled her, her cunt inches from Samantha's face. She took her fingers and spread the folds of her cunt apart, revealing the pinkish, glistening inner flesh of her hole. 

"Now suck," she said huskily. 

"No, no. I'm not sure ..." Samantha managed to say. 

Caroline reached down and got a hold of Samantha's head and drew it up against her cunt so that their lips were finally touching. 

Then Samantha surrendered to her passions. She stuck her tongue as far as she could up into Caroline's cunt and kept it there. 

"Atta girl," said Caroline. 

Caroline held her head as she felt Samantha's tongue begin to pike and probe around, somehow hitting more good spots than not. 

"Not bad for a beginner," said Caroline. 

Cordova took his hands off of Samantha so he could cup Caroline's breasts from the rear, kneading her soft, generous flesh. 

He pinched her nipples, inflaming them, torching off hot little fires of excitement which quickly spread to every part of her body. 

"Ahhh, that's more like it," panted Caroline. 

She let go of Samantha's head, confident now that Samantha would continue to eat her. She was right. Samantha filled her mouth with her cunt and sucked as hard as she could. 

Caroline scrunched herself down, smearing her cunt lips all over Samantha's face, thrilling herself. Cordova took his hands off of her breasts and decided to put them where they'd do more good. 

He spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart and revealed the tight circle of flesh that was her asshole. Then he took his middle finger and started to push it up into her hot, willing body. 

"Aahhhh," gasped Caroline. 

Cordova didn't stop until he had completely buried his finger up in her. Then he started to ram it in and out, banging his hand against her. 

"Oh, oh, oh," gasped Caroline. 

Samantha flicked her tongue in and out of Caroline's cunt, continuing to thrust her pelvis up every time Cordova buried, his cock in her. 

She tossed her pussy around, making him change his angle of penetration, making his head hit new and different places in her. 

Cordova gave Caroline a hard, fast, butt finger fucking, jabbing in and out of her at the same time as he rammed his meat into Samantha. 

"I'm cooomming," gasped Caroline. 

She pressed down hard on Samantha's mouth, smothering her with hot, hairy cunt flesh. Samantha opened her mouth as far as she could as she felt drops of hot cream begin to ooze out of Caroline's cunt and into her licking, poking tongue. She swallowed and sucked for more, running her hands up and down Caroline's buttocks, feeling Cordova's hand as he sank it in and out of her. Caroline's orgasm was good but it wasn't enough to really, satisfy her. She lifted herself off of Samantha's face, her asshole burning and tingling from what Cordova's finger had done to it. 

"Switch with me," she said. 

"Gladly." 

Cordova pulled his cock out of Samantha's cunt and Caroline took his place between her legs, kneeling on the carpeted floor. She immediately glued her mouth to Samantha's cunt, thrilling as she felt and tasted the come soaked hairs and pliant flesh. 

Cordova squatted over Samantha whose mouth was wide open, sucking in air to her starving lungs as hard and as fast as she could. 

He took his cock in his hands and ran the head across her lips before he put it in her mouth. Samantha closed her lips around him and thrilled as he buried it in her cavern. 

She felt Caroline's mouth take her cunt, felt her tongue and teeth and was assaulted by a new series of sensations that she had never experienced before in her young life. 

She writhed around, Caroline's hands holding her tightly her inner thighs lined from where cream had oozed out of her pussy. 

Samantha clasped the thickness of Cordova's cock with her lips and held onto his legs, thrilling as she felt his balls slap against her face. 

Behind him, he could hear the sounds Caroline was making as she ate Samantha and how Samantha was reacting to the double dose she was getting. 

Maybe it would be enough and maybe it wouldn't. If it wasn't Cordova didn't know what he could do about it anyway so he just forgot about it and decided to make the most of the situation. 

"MMmmpppphhh," groaned Samantha. 

She came and bucked her cunt up against Caroline's face, her canal filling with hot juice that ran down its length into Caroline's waiting mouth. 

She swallowed and sucked and when she was sated she took her mouth away and licked her lips. Now there was something else she wanted. 

"I've got a better place you can put your meat," she said to Cordova. 

"I bet I know where it is too." 

"Lie down?" 

Cordova took his cock out of Samantha's mouth and lay down on the bed. Caroline lifted Samantha's legs and moved her around so that she was lying next to Cordova. 

Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard and fast. Her body was shaken by spasms as she continued to have a series of tiny orgasms. Caroline positioned herself over Cordova's cock and put the head in the right place. 

"You better be as good as they say you are," she panted at him. 

"I am?" 

"We'll see." 

Caroline slowly lowered herself down, thrilling as she felt the head of his prick part the wet walls of her pussy as he filled her up. 

"You're sooo thick," she gasped. 

She didn't stop until she had taken all of his prick up into her cunt and was resting on him, their groins grinding together. 

Then she raised her ass up a little and leaned forward, her breasts swinging free of her body. She began to move her pelvis up and down, fucking herself. 

Cordova leaned up and opened his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue so he could run it around the large circumference of one of her nipples. 

Then he sucked on it as he rubbed her other breast. Caroline picked up her speed, slamming herself down onto his cock as hard and as fast as she could. 

She reached over so she could shove two fingers up into Samantha's cunt hole and give her a good, hard, fast finger fucking. 

Samantha reacted by moving her cunt around, thrilling as she stretched her flesh out, not caring if it was meat or a tongue or fingers, just as long as it made her have an orgasm. 

"Come in me," panted Caroline. 

"Soon." 

"Give it to me." 

"Yes, yes." 

Cordova relaxed and his balls spat into her, sending a steady spurting of cream up into the depths of her steaming cunt. 

He had one more load left in him which he gladly gave her before he was finally finished, his balls loose inside their protective sack. 

Caroline came with him, her cunt filling up with cream which mixed together. Their pubic hairs got sopped and juice began to trickle out from between her cunt lips and splatter down onto his stomach. 

When she felt his cock begin to get soft and useless she lifted herself off of him, releasing more come which had been bottled up. 

She sat alongside of Samantha, her fingers still buried inside of her, reaming her out while Cordova tried to catch his breath, his cock lying limp between his hairy legs. 

"Having fun?" asked Martha. 

She couldn't stand to listen to their fucking and sucking any more so she stripped off her clothes and walked into the room naked and stood by the foot of the bed, looking at them. 

"Yes," answered Cordova. 

"You've done quite a job on my daughter." 

"We're not finished yet," said Caroline as Samantha continued to moan softly starting to get hot again, beginning to have another orgasm. 

"Don't let me stop you," said Martha. 

"Decide to join in?" asked Cordova. 

"Why not? One more won't make any difference, will it stud?" 

"I guess not." 

Now there were three of them and he only had one cock. It could be worse he told himself. As long as they keep it hard, it's theirs to do with as they want. 

"I know it won't." 

Martha sat behind Caroline, cupping her breasts and giving them a good shaking before she ran her hands up and down her back. 

"I hardly know where to begin," she said. 

"Well, there's cock and cunt or a combination of the two," said Caroline. 

"It sounds like I'm in a restaurant?" 

"You are, a sex restaurant, you can have anything you want," said Caroline. 

"My, my. Decisions, decisions?" 

"The cock is very good today but if you want, we're running a special on pussy," said Caroline. 

"Well, why don't I just make a pig out of myself and have everything?" 

"It's all here," said Cordova. 

"It will be as soon as I get your meat hard," said Martha as she began to stroke him "Coming right up," said Cordova. "I can see that. How was he Caroline?" 

"Excellent but I didn't make turn work that hard," she answered. "The only reason you have a stud around is so he can fuck you. Cordova liked hard cunt work, don't you," she asked him. 

"I love it." 

"See? He loves it." 

"Maybe you can give me some pictures," asked Caroline. 

"Tell you what, why don't you sit on my face while he fucks me," suggested Martha. "Great idea. What about Samantha?" 

"The little slut has had enough for one day. It's time momma got hers?" 

And she did. 

End