He had her sit on his chest, and with a pillow under his head, he licked her cunt. In this position she could look down and see how he did it, and that made it more exciting still. She liked the feeling of his hands on her buttocks, pulling her forward against his mouth. His tongue was the same color as her vulva, but more coarsely textured, and he used it very well. She got that flying sensation, the feeling of that other person inside her emerging, and she started to come.
There was no point in trying to hold it back. She bit her lip and moaned, grasped his head and opened her legs wider. She was flowing with the delicious sensations when he quit her buttocks with his hands and squeezed her breasts, hard, and the full fury of the orgasm struck her. She groaned and cried out, dug her fingers into his head and rubbed her exploding cunt against his mouth. He winked and sucked hard on her clitoris, and in the throes of her lust she toppled over to the side. He stayed right with her, wringing every drop of pleasure from her with his tongue, until it all became too much and her passionate thrashings slowed and stopped.
Mercifully he let her alone, for she was exhausted. She lay on her side, the tinglings very slowly subsiding, and didn't move when she felt something soft being thrown over her. At the click of the camera she opened her eyes and saw that he'd draped her spent body with lingerie-black and red and lacy. He took several pictures, and then he was kissing her again before she recalled that he hadn't yet fucked her.
"Put it in now," she murmured, all hot again after just a few minutes of the erotic wrestling.
"Going to go down on you some more first," he said, his breath hot against her breast. "But you'll get enough fucking before the weekend is over with."
She could feel his mouth on her cunt even before it got there. His kisses down her body so electrified her that she thrust her cunt up to meet him and groaned in ecstasy at the first hot contact of his tongue. It was good. It was better than before, just as each experience she had with his exceeded the last. With no qualms now, she placed her hand on the back of his head and let herself writhe in ecstasy.
With her on her back, he was lying partially on his side to eat her cunt, and when he took her hand in his, it was no strain to reach his cock. It seemed much harder, much bigger, and she opened her eyes to confirm this. So close to her face, it was hard to tell. Pulsing in her moving hand, throbbing inches before her eyes, the knob of it seemed huge. By milking the shaft forward, she could make the knob look even bigger, and she could make it recede and draw tight when she milked it back. There were many subtle shades of tan and pink in it, and its veins and ridges were yielding to her touch. The smell wasn't so bad. It certainly wasn't as bad as what he was smelling.
She realized, he was seducing her into becoming a cocksucker, and he was doing it very well, He was licking her everywhere down there, from her clitoris to her asshole, and he was doing it very thoroughly, as if he really did enjoy it. But his enjoyment was immaterial. What mattered most was hers, and God, she was truly enjoying it now. Her first orgasm had only been a prelude for others, and she came again and again until all her orgasms were rolled up into one long continuing burst of pleasure.
It did have its peaks, and she was made aware of these when he began moving his cock, fucking her hand. Then she quickly resumed stroking it, knowing she had to keep him happy, but not knowing why. The lapping noises he was making were adding to her pleasure, as was the sight of them both in the mirror. He held her very tightly and sucked her very hard, and as she squealed with delight, he began ejaculating.
His semen, accumulated during their long foreplay, erupted right in her face. Her squeals turned to gasps as the hot white stuff squirted into her hair and eye, onto her lips and cheek. Still caught in the orgasmic delirium, Laura continued to milk the big cock with jerking movements of her hand, frantic to bring the spurts of sticky, smelly sperm to an end. It kept coming and coming, while he writhed and moaned, and she had the most insane urge to take his cock in her mouth and suck the rest of it out of him. At last it stopped squirting and was reduced to a dribble, and Laura let go of it and wiped her hand on the bedclothes. She was badly shaken and trying to get out of bed when he pulled her back.
His face was all wet from her cunt, but he was grinning happily as he said, "I thought you were going to give with a little sixty-nine there for a minute."
"Let me up. I've got to go to the bathroom." The sperm on her lips was threatening to run into her mouth, and it had to be washed off immediately.
"Okay, go to the john. How about putting on some of this fancy underwear when you get back? I won't make you do it, but it'd be a gas if you did. And if you did that, I'd do my part by showing you every position for fucking there is."
She compressed her lips to keep the stuff from getting in her mouth, but already she could taste it.
"What do you say, babe?" he persisted, holding her by the wrists. "You about ready to relax and swing with me for the rest of the weekend? I'll turn myself in to the cops Monday morning if you want, but give me this weekend without any more hassle. Okay?"
She nodded and twisted away, and he let her up. In the bathroom, she scrubbed her face in the basin and washed the stuff off her shoulder and breasts. She wanted to be sick, but couldn't bring herself to stick her finger down her throat. She looked at herself in the mirror, and the girl she saw was a wanton, eyes heavy-lidded from the booze, features ripely swollen from the sex, a gob of white cum in her tangled hair. Sure, she'd swing with him over the weekend. She had little left to lose, and the matter had really been taken out of her hands. She'd doll up in the sexy clothes and let him show her any position he could think of, and the guilt would be his-or at least most of it would be.
Chapter 8
At seven o'clock on Monday morning, Perry was sitting down on the john just as Laura was emerging from the shower. She'd had a good deal more to drink than he had the day before, and now she still looked a little drunk. Her blue eyes were largely hidden by her lashes. There was a small, aimless smile on her kiss-bruised lips, and she had to steady herself from time to time as she toweled her lush, young body. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd fucked her, and when he'd fallen asleep the night before he'd felt he might never fuck anyone again. But he'd awakened with a hard-on that morning and a sleepy necking session in bed had further restored his desire for her. He hadn't gotten her to go down on him, but that was all right. He had turned her into a damned good lay, and he was justifiably proud of that accomplishment. Best of all, he knew he didn't have a thing to worry about insofar as her reporting him to anyone. The Miss Tightass he'd raped no longer existed. The chick he was looking at now was Miss Eveready, and he felt like proving that to himself again.
He snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, bring it over here."
"Bring what?" she said, puzzled.
In answer he licked his lips and looked at her box. She grinned crookedly and placed her hands on her hips. She minced toward him in the hip-swinging gait he'd taught her, and she looked just as sexy naked as she did in the sexy lingerie. She stopped with her hairy triangle four inches before his face, thrust it two inches closer, and said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"I'm not sure. Open it up and let's see?"
Her ten fingers drew her labia out and up, and her stance altered to an obscene one. Her clitoris seemed much larger than when he'd first seen it. It was fully exposed and waiting, and without laying a hand on her, he leaned further forward and flicked it with his tongue.
"Ahhh. That's what I need," she said, her voice furry and coming from deep in her throat. "You always know what I need. You really going to work today?"