Chapter 7

He didn't bother with the travel clock that night and subsequently didn't wake until noon Saturday. He smiled as he showered. It was a well-deserved rest. He felt rested and ready to face the last events of the reunion, which, according to his mimeographed schedule, consisted of golf, swimming or tennis and a banquet early in the evening to conclude the activities.

Deciding that a quiet afternoon by the pool would be a nice change of pace, he pulled his swimming trunks from his suitcase as he dressed, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom, making a mental note to slip one of them into his suitcase before he left as a memento of the reunion.

After a quick breakfast at the motel cafe, he once again headed to the country club. A bath house out by the pool allowed him to shed his clothes in favor of the trunks. Outside the hot July sun made the water feel only that much better, as he idly floated on his back, diving occasionally to the bottom of the pool just for the hell of it.

It was on one of these dives that a light hand touched his shoulder. He twisted to find Ann swimming into his arms, kissing him quickly, then kicking toward the surface. His own legs pushed off from the bottom of the pool, following the woman.

He caught up with her again as she hung to the side of the pool. "Hope I didn't scare you," she smiled, pressing her bikini-clad body close to him, bringing back memories of last night. "But I had to say good-bye."

"Good-bye? But the reunion isn't over until tonight," he said, his hand sliding over her flaring hip.

"I know, but my husband has decided it's time to go home. He's had too much booze for two nights straight now and his stomach is acting up," she explained with a shrug of her slim shoulders. "There's not much I can do, except drive him home and put him to bed."

He really didn't know what to say, but she continued, "It's really too bod. I was looking forward to tonight. It's a hell of a long time until our next reunion. And I doubt if you'll be coming back this way before then. But... "

"We'll make it a date," he answered, realizing it was a stupid remark, but it seemed to help her. "But right now, do you think we could risk a goodbye kiss?"

"Right here? In front of everybody?" she almost gasped. It was the old story that it's all right to fool around on your husband, as long as anyone doesn't know.

He shook his head, "Yeah, right here. But nobody will notice."

"Huh?" she mumbled, not comprehending his plans.

"Under water," he said simply and sunk below the surface, pulling her with him.

As their mouths opened and their tongues sensually flicked and dueled teasingly, his hand covered the scantily veiled globes of her breasts and fondled them lovingly. They parted and she kicked away from him, swimming toward the opposite end of the pool. Breaking the surface of the water, he shook his hair from his eyes and watched her climb from the pool, hastily making her way toward the parking lot without looking back. He smiled wistfully as he swam toward a metal ladder and pulled himself from the water.

Finding an empty pool chair under one of those metal umbrellas, he stretched out and closed his eyes for a short nap. Plans that were abruptly interrupted as Rhonda approached and seated herself on the arm of his chair. The small sandy-blonde woman had a definitely distraught look on her face.

"What's up?" he questioned.

"A bad choice of phrases, Sam," she said shaking her head. "As far as Frank goes, nothing's up. Can you believe that... nothing!"

Calming her down, he had her explain the problem. As it was, Rhonda's plans for Frank and herself had progressed smoothly after she left Sam at the bar the night before. She detailed a late dinner at the motel, which happened to be the only cafe in the area open after 9 p.m.

"After that we went back to my place for a nightcap," she went on. "Everything seemed to be developing just fine. Then I asked Frank if he'd like to spend the night."

"Sounds good so far," he nodded. 'Then what happened?"

Tears welled in her brown eyes and she shuddered, "He said he'd like that if I'd make him a bed on the sofa. So I did and went off to my room, while he very gentlemanly slept on the couch."

Sam couldn't believe what he heard. No one was that stupid, except for straight and square Frank.

"Do you think I turn him off?" she sobbed. "I just don't understand. It was just like that night you set him up with me. He didn't seem to know what was happening or what to do!"

Twenty-eight-years-old and still a virgin? That was even harder for Sam to swallow. In a world where the virgin is an endangered species bordering on extinction, it was damn near science fiction. But when he reconsidered it, stranger things have been known to occur.

"Do you think something is wrong with Frank? I mean... do you think he's impotent or... queer?" She looked at him as if hoping to find some reason for their friend's strange behavior on his face.

"I don't know. I don't think so. At least Frank's never made a pass at me and he seemed more than interested in you last night," he shook his head. "Besides, a thing like homosexuality is rather difficult to keep covered up for long in a small town. I think Frank is, shall we say, inexperienced."

"Inexperienced?" she failed to grasp his meaning, then it dawned on her. "A virgin? Are you sure? I don't know... how does one go about handling that?"

"You could always rape him," he suggested with a grin. "However, let me think about it. I'll see if I can talk to Frank or something."

"That's exactly what I hoped you'd say," she smiled, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He grinned, "I get the feeling I've been had. That all these tears were part of some devious plot" She kissed him again, "No plot, but you've been definitely had. And any time you're willing to try it again, all you've got to do is say... "

He swatted her small butt playfully, "The one problem I've never had was finding a line to get that cute little ass of yours into bed. Now get the hell out of here and let me think this situation through."

"Yes, sir," she grinned, jumping to her feet. "And remember, the troops are counting on you, general."

"Right!" he nodded, watching her walk away, her perky ass swinging delightfully from side to side. He had half a mind to follow her and provide what Frank had failed to last night. But it was Frank she wanted at the moment and he had no desire to be a fill-in for another man. Besides, if Frank was still a virgin, it was about time he corrected his high school failure and got the man laid. And if he could get Rhonda and Frank eventually together in the same bed, well, then he'd have succeeded in making two old friends happy. After all, what was an old friend for, if not that?

However, finding the solution to the problem was a different matter. It wasn't until later that afternoon that Bob Jones arrived at the reunion. While Bob and he had never been close friends in school, he found that after a couple of drinks together he had a growing liking for the tall blond man. Besides, Bob was single, handsome enough and had a bad case of just-getting-off-a-two-week-on-the-road-sales-trip-without-having-a-woman-once. The last two items were practically prerequisites for the final cog of the wheel that started spinning in his mind.

Returning to the motel before the reunion banquet for a quick change of clothes, he made a hasty call to the desk. Billy Joe was knocking at his door in a matter of minutes with a surprised look on his face when Sam placed an order for beer rather than women. Five minutes later the beer arrived and was stashed in the refrigerator. Another quick call to Evelyn and Linda and things really started to take shape.

Back at the country club, Sam cornered Frank, who agreed that tonight was definitely the time for them to share those beers he had mentioned yesterday. and yes, he'd be at Sam's motel room as soon as the banquet was over at 9 p.m.

Sam then found Bob and told him of a party that would just happen to have some of the sexiest women he'd ever met, attending. Bob grinned eagerly and nodded and agreed to be there at 10:20 p.m.

Last but not least was Rhonda, who listened tentatively as he quickly outlined the night's activities. She decided it had to be the scheme of a madman, but she loved it and would be knocking on his door at exactly 10:30 p.m.

With everything set, he nervously ate his dinner and listened to the various speakers, while keeping his fingers crossed through the whole banquet. The banquet and reunion broke up at 8:45 p.m. After some hasty good-byes and well-wishing, he pulled into the parking lot of the motel at exactly nine. Frank was right behind him. Seated and waiting in their own car three spaces from Sam's room were Evelyn and Linda, who nodded in recognition.

So far so good, he smiled.

Frank had no more than closed the door to the motel room when a knock came from behind him. Enter, much to Sam's surprise, of course, Evelyn and Linda right on schedule. Quickly making the necessary introductions, Sam took Linda's arm and led her into the bathroom to help with beers for everyone.

"What's up?" she questioned, as they hovered over the refrigerator. "You never mentioned anything about another guy being here tonight."

"That man in there is a present I brought along especially for you," he grinned, pulling the tabs from the cans. "I want you to rape him," he added casually.

"What!" the big-titted blonde's eyes widened to twice the size of saucers in disbelief. "You must be kidding! You can go to jail for rape!"

"Don't be silly," he laughed. She just stared at him, still not believing his proposal.

"You see," he continued, "Frank's a virgin. And I think it's about time he got himself laid."

"You must be kidding," she shook her head. "There's no such animal as a virgin, they're a mythological creature."

"Nope, cross my heart, etc. etc. etc.," he chuckled. "Frank's an honest-to-god virgin."

Her smiled widened, but there was still doubt in her mind, as if she were sure he was playing some type of joke on her.

"Are you game?" he asked. "Because, if you're not, I'm going to offer him to Evelyn."

"A virgin?" she asked again and he nodded. "And you want me to rape him?"

"You've got it," he smiled. "Well, what's your answer?"

"I think you must be absolutely crazy, but I think you're telling the truth and... I think it's one of the kinkest things I've ever heard. Of course I'll do it!" she grabbed his arm, as he started toward the living room. "But you've got to get Evelyn out of there. I want a chance to get to know my victim before I rape him!"

"Agreed," he answered. "But if something isn't happening by nine-thirty, I'm going to set Evelyn loose on him."

"You wouldn't, would you?" she asked, watching him nod quite affirmatively. "You would, huh? Nine-thirty it is."

"It better be," he smiled. "I'll be keeping an eye on you two for some positive results!"

Rejoining the other two for a few moments, Sam eventually managed to maneuver Evelyn back to the bedroom where he explained to the redhead exactly what was about to take place. She listened carefully with the same disbelief that Linda had shown. But it finally penetrated that he was telling the truth.

"Why'd you pick Linda? Why not me?" she pouted.

This was one reaction he wasn't prepared for. Was this new era of women's liberation creating the same desire in women for virgins that had been unreasonably perpetuated among men for ages? He had worried about one of them accepting the task of deflowering Frank. Now he found they were both only too willing to do the job.

"Because I'm a greedy, dirty young man that wanted your sexy body all to himself," he answered, opening his arms to her.

"You're lying," she smiled. "But I love it!"

She jumped into his arms with enough force to make him lose his balance and send them both tumbling back on to the bed. Her mouth was on his and her tongue was probing and flicking over his tongue and tickling at the roof of his mouth. She was all over him at once, wiggling and squirming and rubbing around in all the right places with all the right equipment.

By the time they both had to come up for air, his shirt and her blouse and bra were scattered on the floor at the side of the bed. Both his hands were eagerly busying the apple-like smallness of her tits, while she tried her best to keep her mind off the fantastic sensations he was creating long enough to work the fly down on his pants. She was unsuccessful, but after he had kissed and nibbled and sucked those succulent orbs of tit-flesh to his heart's content, he quickly disposed of his trousers and undershorts, while she peeled off her slacks and panties.

Then they were back on the bed reveling in the feel of skin on skin. Their hands explored, weaving and teasing and taunting, while their mouths met once again and their tongues flicked and darted around stirring up a sensual barrage of oral delights that sizzled downward on a direct line to their loins.

His titillating fingers darted and circled on the satin-smooth interior of her thighs for several tantalizing moments before drifting upwards to the auburn triangle of pubic moss covering the plump bulge of her pussy. As she writhed and wiggled her sinuous nakedness atop him, he easily worked a finger into the waiting mouth of her sex.

"Woman, there's a flood inside you," he whispered, as his mouth teasingly toyed with the fleshy lobe of her ear.

In a moany little sigh, she managed to reply, "I've been thinking about this ever since you called."

Apparently she was telling the truth, because after only a few playful thrust of his entrenched digit and a very small amount of fondling her clit, she came, groaning and moaning out the full extent of her release. Thoughtfully, his mouth covered hers, muffling the un-abandoned squeals of pleasure so that any progress Linda was making in the other room wasn't rudely interrupted by their own sexual romp.

Working his finger slowly in and out of her cunt, he held her close as she descended from the clouds of ecstasy her body had soared to. Eventually, her eyes pushed aside their lust-laden lids and gazed gratefully into his.

Lifting his head in an attempt to kiss her, she suddenly edged away from him and scooted down toward his crotch. Her lips found something far more interesting to occupy.

Her hand was a tight fist, as she grasped the rigid pole of his manhood and raised it into the air at an angle perpendicular to his groin. Her eyes rose to him and a coy smile danced on her lips as her face hovered a mere fraction of an inch above the throbbing head of his glands. Her lips parted and the moist pink tip of her tongue darted out, softly brushing over the plum-like crown. His testicles jumped and he moaned lowly under the rush of sensations that coursed through his anticipation-filled body.

Then, completely abandoning any further preliminary foreplay, her mouth opened wide, then wider. Her head dropped that last fraction of an inch and he watched at least half of his thick length vanish into the sweet warmth of her face. In an involuntary reaction, his hips jerked up, skewering another inch of his prick into her mouth. She gagged a little as her nostrils flared wide and her lips tightened around the ponderous tube of manmeat she accepted.

Again her eyes rolled up to him, making sure she held his full attention, as if anything else could have pulled his gaze away from that lovely face so enticingly worshipping his shaft.

Her lips tautened to a strained white and she slowly rose up the pulsing rod. Her tongue washed and laved lovingly around the thickness of the column filling her mouth. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing deeply with the intensity of her action. Again he moaned, his hips twitching and jerking ardently.

Inch by swollen inch, she climbed up the fatness of her prick until only the sensitive head of his cock remained within the shelter of her lips. Her tongue immediately went into action, licking and swirling around the blood-gorged knob of his flesh. When those predatory lips at last slipped back down his saliva-glistening length, his testicles raged with the need to release their fiery load. A need that only doubled as she cupped her long cool fingers around his ball bag and teasingly tickled at the exposed skin of his scrotum.

Mesmerized by her zealous eagerness, he watched as her head rose and fell in a rhythmic tempo. Down she dropped, her lips tightening in a puckered ring of pleasure. Up she slid, sucking and licking with all her might. In and out the stiff imposing mass of his cock moved, sheathed and resheathed in the wetness of her mouth.

He made no attempt to control the flames of lust unleashed by her prodigious oral caresses. Instead, he simply lay back watching and relishing the marvelous sensations that churned and boiled in his groin.

Up and down her head bobbed, her red hair flying in a delightful disarray. Down and up her lips rode along the massive lance of solid cock. Around and around her tongue swirled and laved as she sucked.

He came in short order, the volcanic viscosity of his loins erupting in a heavy fountain of sperm and semen. He flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and seeking to drown her tonsils in the gushing torrents of come that blasted from his testicles. She made no attempt to pull away from him. Instead her edacious mouth sucked harder at him, swallowing down the thick hot liquid of his seed. Then milking at his prick as if she would not be satisfied until she had received every drop that his balls contained, she sucked him until he was drained and dry.

Groaning, he managed to find the strength to reach down and slowly pull her lips from the pleasure aching staff of his cock. There's a point when a man can get too much of a good thing. He had just reached that point.

She understood and came wiggling back atop him, sighing as his arms closed around her nakedness, hugging her closely to him. It would have been enough just to lay there soaking in the fantastic feel of their sated bodies, but both their attentions were drawn by the obvious sounds of sex filtering into the bedroom from the living room.

"Let's go take a peek," she whispered, a wicked grin spreading over her cock-hungry lips.

"That would be spying," he chided. "You wouldn't want to do that would you?"

"As a matter of fact," she answered, "That's exactly what I want to do!"

"So do I," he grinned. 'It's not every day one gets to watch a man get raped."

Moving as silently as possible, they slid from the bed and stepped across the room to the doorway. He quickly glanced at the travel clock, which pointed to nine forty-five exactly. Peering around the door, Sam found himself suppressing a cheer of success. Linda was right on schedule and had apparently taken him at his word when he'd said he wanted her to rape Frank.

Naked and stretched out on the living room floor, Frank's face wore a grin that could only be described as one of sheer bliss. The reason for that grin was an equally naked Linda, who straddled his crotch and was earnestly rising and falling on the stiff pole of erect cock jutting from his loins.

"Mission accomplished, dammit!" Evelyn whispered softly at Sam's side. "I was hoping Linda would fail and I'd get a try at him!"

"Greedy bitch," he grinned. "Shhhhhhh, or you'll blow it!"

"I already did," she smiled coyly, then turned back to the couple on the floor.

Frank's hands reached up and grabbed the bouncing pendulums of the blonde's watermelon-like tits. She groaned in unabandoned desire. Her whole body shuddered violently, as his fingers sunk deeply into the hyper-sensitive globes of flesh.

"That's it!" she moaned. "That's it, baby! Now you've got it!"

The man's grin grew, as his hands fervently went about their enticing task of kneading and squeezing those heavy orbs of delectable breasts. He tugged and pulled, obviously fascinated by the effect his ministrations had on the woman riding atop him. Like a child that had found the pleasure of some new toy, his fingers worked at her flesh with ardent indulgence.

In return, the sexy blonde's body responded with alacrity. Her legs gripped to each side of his thighs, as she used them for a fulcrum for her wanton ride on that spike of manhood. The pink lips of her cunt clung to him, as she pushed herself upward. Outward they flowered, as she rose to the top of his cock, then folded in on themselves as she dropped. An action that brought deep satisfied groans from the man beneath her.

"Your mouth!" she whimpered. "Use your month!"

Somehow, she managed to outstretch her arms and keep from falling as he tugged her forward, using her tremendous tits for handles. She didn't mind the awkward treatment, as her moans of pleasure rose when his lips closed around one of the erect nipples provocatively jutting from the tips of her breasts.

Her sensitive tits took over from there. She came, crying out and begging him not to stop. He didn't. Neither did she. Without so much as breaking her stride, she rocked up and down on him, skewering herself over and over with his bulky prodder. In and out, that rigid spike drove up into the depths of her cunt.

To Sam's surprise, the blonde was coming again. A little harder this time than last, but still her legs and hips worked as if she were desperately striving to attain some higher goal.

The man beneath began to understand her need, or else his own desire was quickly rising toward an explosive end. His hips rose and fell urgently, spearing himself into the hot pussy surrounding his shaft. His ass bounced on the floor, almost acting as a springy cushions that shot him back up into her.

Harder and faster they worked, driving themselves toward a mutual sharing of carnal delights. Up and down she pumped, her cunt slamming into his crotch as she accepted the full length of his rigid rod. Her face was an intense expression of concentration. Her head rolled back and forth on her shoulders, while her lips writhed out their need.

He bucked and slashed upward, whipping his prick in and out of the slippery pocket of her pussy. His hands and mouth still maintained their holds on her tits. He squeezed and ate at her flesh, as if he were unable to get enough of those gigantic pillows.

As Sam and Evelyn watched from the doorway unnoticed by the couple, their groans of nearness filled the room. Higher and higher they rose, their bodies pounding into each other in a lust-controlled recklessness.

Suddenly he stiffened, his body jerking upward to send every swollen inch of his cock into the fiery channel of her body. Gallon upon gallon of virgin come spewed out from his balls, gratefully emptying themselves into the velvet-like crevice of her pussy. His whole body shuddered and shook spasmodically under the intense pleasure of that moment.

Simultaneously the woman that rode atop him cried out in a deep-throated animal-like growl of lust unleashed. For the third time in rapid succession she came. Her body matched his for its violent quakings and tremblings, as she reached the plateau of pleasure she sought and soared away on the winds of ecstasy.

So far damn good, Sam patted himself on the back, mentally, as he glanced at the redhead beside him, who was as obviously turned on by their voyeurism as he was. While he was only too ready and willing to do something about her situation, another glance at the travel clock indicated he had less than three minutes until the next phase of his plan began.

Instead of taking Evelyn into his arms again, he walked to the refrigerator and pulled out four fresh beers. By the time the red-head and he entered the living room, Linda and Frank were lying side by side, trying to catch their breath after their draining activities. Taking a few sips from the can Sam handed him, Frank finally managed to work himself up into a sitting position.

Sam had no sooner seated himself on the sofa than a knock came at the door. He rose and opened it to admit Bob, who had arrived right on time, according to Sam's time schedule. The blonde man's eyes nearly popped out of his head when they fell to the naked bodies of Evelyn and Linda.

"Take your clothes off and get to know everybody," Sam said casually, trying to repress his laughter at the man's surprise. "Meanwhile, I think I promised you a beer."

"Right," Bob muttered, as he moved to the couch, taking Sam's place next to Evelyn, who seemed willing enough to get to know the newcomer better.

As he pulled the extra can from the refrigerator, Frank suddenly strolled through the doorway, a cocksure smile on his face.

"Look," he started, pausing as if unsure how to put what he wanted to say into words. "I just want to thank you for the beer and... "

"And Linda?" Sam smiled, as his friend nodded. "That's what friends are for."

There was another knock at the door and Sam glanced at the clock, commenting aloud, "And that should be Rhonda."

"Rhonda!" Frank gasped. "Rhonda's coming here?"

"Nope," Sam answered. "She's here. That's her at the door."

"My god! She can't find me here, like this!" Frank muttered, as he darted into the living room and gathered up his clothes, only to scurry back into the bedroom. "Don't let her come in here. Please, Sam."

Sam nodded, lying to his friend, because this was exactly the way he wanted Rhonda to find him. Turning, he walked into the living room and answered the door. Rhonda entered, glancing around with an amused smile, then turned to Sam.

"Well, it certainly appears that youƒ_(tm)re crazy scheme is working," she grinned.

"Everything's A-O.K.," he returned her grin. "You'll find Frank in the bedroom, probably trying to climb into his pants. And Rhonda, be gentle with him."

"Aren't I always?" she winked and quickly disappeared into the bedroom.

There was a startled gasp, but after that Sam didn't hear a sound, as his attentions were suddenly diverted to the titsy blonde Linda, who reached up, grabbed one of his arms and pulled him down to the floor beside her.

"Sam Coit, you're something else, did you know that?" she smiled, emphasizing her sincerity with a long, tongue-flicking, lingering kiss. "That has to be the nicest gift any man has ever brought me."

"Don't get a taste for Frank," he smiled. "That man's already spoken for."

"Mmmmmmmm," she pouted, then grinned as a wicked gleam flashed in the blueness of her eyes. "What about you. Are you spoken for?"

"Not at the minute," he answered.

"Then let me get the first word in," she replied, her mouth once more covering his and her tongue darting over the roof of his mouth.

For several minutes they lay there on the floor getting re-acquainted with each other's body. Her hands had sandwiched themselves down between their tightly pressed bodies and were busy working on his cock, transforming it from a limp hose back into a turgid length of meaty desire. His own hands were far from inactive, as he squeezed and kneaded the plump knoll of her cunt and treaded his fingers into the almost flaccid balls of her tits.

"You're going to bring me off," she moaned, when their mouths finally separated. "You know how sensitive my knockers are."

"Yeah," he smiled, leaning over just enough to let his tongue tip taunt at one of the little reddish-brown buds of her nipples that jutted stiffly into the air. "I was just wondering how these lovely breasts would react to a good fuck."

"What?" she questioned, not comprehending what was coursing through his mind.

"I was just thinking these marvelous tits would probably go wild if they were to get a taste of cock," he grinned lewdly, letting both his palms cover the shimmering domes of her breasts and press firmly down, then mash them together. "All I'd have to do is just let my prick slide right in through here and... "

He didn't have to explain his plans further. The blonde was trembling with excitement just with the mere thought of his manly shaft sliding in and out of her hypersensitive breasts. She wiggled in a squirmy quiver of arousal, as his hands clasped down around his cock with determination.

"Flat on your back," he commanded, watching as she eagerly complied.

As she stared up, her eyes wide with relish, he scooted to her side and straddled the bulging expanse of her chest, lowering himself just enough to let his prick settle down in the warm valley separating her breasts. An uncontrollable quake of lust raced through her body at the intimate contact.

Reaching down, he grasped the curving circumference of each of those super-jugs and mashed them together so that his rod was covered in the summery warmth of tit flesh. She quivered and squirmed around beneath him, her ass swishing in an arousing hiss over the carpet His hips did a couple of quick jerks to give her a sample of what he had on tonight's sexual menu, eliciting a submissive groan of abandonment to his will.

"Just like this," he smiled down at her. "I want you to hold everything just like this."

She nodded enthusiastically, her own hands caressing the sides of her breasts and squelching them tightly around the stiff lance of cock sandwiched between them.

"Now," she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with glee. "Fuck 'em! Fuck my knockers!"

Firmly planting his palms on the floor to each side of her head, he proceeded to do just that. Easing back, the unbending column of his loveshaft glided slowly out of the tunnel of her titflesh. Her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the delicious contact of his moving genitals. Trembles of excitement quaked through her, setting those gigantic mounds of breasts to quivering like bowls of hot jelly.

He slid back into the velvety smooth channel of her breasts. The friction on the gorged head of his cock was fantastic. There were no natural lubricants to ease the movement of skin on skin. If she were feeling the marvelous warmth of his cock, his sensations were at least triple that.

"It's fantastic!" she moaned. "God, why didn't I ever think of this before!"

It was a weekend for virgins, he smiled, as he once again withdrew from the valley that surrounded him, First there was Rhonda and he had treated her to her first taste of a man's tongue in her vagina. Then, she had wrapped her virgin lips around his cock in a most beautiful way of saying "thank you."

Then there was virgin Frank, whom the super-stacked blonde now moaning under his slowly stroking cock had just raped. In return, her hypersensitive breasts were getting their first fucking.

Pulling out, he watched the hard rod of his sex slide from the tightly mashed contours of her jugs. Then with only the reddened crown of his prick surrounded by the milk-white flesh, he pushed back in. The soft, smooth breasts gave way before his rigid presence forming a tunnel around him. Deeply he shafted until the plum-like glands glided free, nudging their way up her neck and tapping at her chin. A thin, glistening trail of pre-seminal juices were left in the wake of his movement.

She was loving it. There was no doubt in his mind to that fact. Her head slowly rocked back and forth on her shoulders in rhythm to the pumping of his pelvis and the sliding of his throbbing shaft. Her hands urgently gripped her own breasts, kneading them and squeezing them tighter and tighter. A sight that nearly caused his balls to lose their load prematurely. There's something damn sexy about a woman fondling her own tits. He tried to ignore the arousing sight, but his gaze would eventually find its way back to that creamy flesh squelching up deliciously through her own fingers and those stiff nipples and the thumbs that rubbed and rolled them.

While his hips rocked back and forth in a steady even stroke, he delighted in this tit-fucking, finding no need to rush. He doubted that the blonde was in any bigger hurry. Instead he simply eased in and out of that creamy tunnel enveloping his cock, soaking in the prodigious sensations released by each gliding movement.

He matched his rate by the woman lying under him. As her squirmy wiggles grew stronger, he increased the power of his thrust between her tightly mashed tits. As her groans rose higher and higher, becoming more and more demanding, his pelvis jumped in a quick tempo that set off writhing tremors of desire within her body.

If her sandwiched tits had presented a warm shelter for his cock when they had begun, it was now a hot, burning tunnel of flesh that had his prick afire like a brand. Her hands were now desperately squeezing into the balls of her mammary mounds. She groaned in a whimpering voice of lust with each poling jerk of his hips.

With each stroke, he increased the might of his lunges. Hard and fast, he wrenched his pelvis back and shafted through the reddening pocket, driving himself through the valley of her tits and out the other side. The tremors of her body increased with each thrust of his prick. Her body rocked and writhed under him. Her lips were open, begging for it harder and faster.

He obliged as best he could, watching the tremoring thrills of her desire grow to full-fledged flesh quakes. She shook and thrashed, still squeezing tightly against her tits. She writhed and squirmed, grunting and groaning, as she gave herself completely to the lust that consumed her body.

Then she came!

Her whole body shuddered violently under the tremendous surges of pleasure that shattered her being, then reassembled it only to blast it into sexual oblivion once again.

The effects of her release were unbelievable. Suddenly his balls were possessed by a lashing fire of need. Hot and burning, his lust would no longer be denied.

Hard and stiff, he bucked into the glowing red tunnel of her titflesh. His strokes were rough, almost brutal, as he pounded himself into her tits. Hotter and raging, his testicles were afire as the volcanic load of come began its journey upward toward release.

Back and forth in a desperate rhythm, his ass rocked, driving the friction-devoured length of his cock. His body was tense, like steel cables stretched to the breaking point. He grunted and groaned, as the animal-like need of his body controlled his every movement.

He came, hot and thick. He spilled out the seed of his groan. In heavy spurts, the steaming cream of sperm and semen gushed out the swollen tip of his cock, splattering over the whiteness of her neck.

As if suddenly coming out of a trance, the blonde beneath him abruptly jerked her head up, bending her neck in a sharp bow and opening her mouth. He threw himself forward, summoned by those silent lips. The lust-gorged head of his prick shot into the welcoming shelter of her mouth.

Groaning, he trembled as her lips closed around his fatness. He jerked and quaked as each thick fountain of come blasted from his glands and exploded into the oral chalice of her mouth.

Somehow in that strained position, she managed to swallow down the juices of his release. Then her tongue was there, gently laving and washing over his agitated cockshead. She sucked at him delicately in a tender loving caress. Locked together, cock to mouth, neither of them moved for several minutes as they savored the full extent of their carnal fulfillment.

Then he eased his quiescent penis from her lips and lowered himself beside her on the floor. She moved into the hollow of his shoulder and snuggled closely, as they both turned their attentions to the couple on the sofa, who were lost in their own pleasures of the flesh.

In a scene reminiscent of Sam's coupling with Ann the night before in this same room, Bob was on his knees behind the red-headed waitress. His hands were securely anchored into the fleshly mounds of her upturned ass. Evelyn was before him on hands and knees, accepting the full measure of his cock as it drilled into the wet sluice of her cunt.

The slender woman's body jarred soundly as the man behind pumped a fat seven inches up into her sexual gash. The apple-like roundness of her small breasts was gone now, as gravity took over, drawing their weight downward and forming two sharply peaked cones that jiggled and jostled under the impact of his driving thrusts.

"Deep!" the flaming-haired beauty pleaded, as her head dangled limply from her shoulder. Ram it deep!"

He willingly complied with her request. His hips jerked back, exposing the majority of his slickened prick. His ass tightened visibly into two boulders of tense muscles. His thighs bulged with the same tension. Then he jerked, throwing his pelvis into the sleek curves of her ass with a fleshy thud.

"Ahhharraggahh!" she cried out in a startled whimper of delight, as his cock once more packed its bigness into her belly.

Back his hips wrenched once again. Her body tensed in anticipation of the slamming thrust that would come. Her fingers dug into the cushions of the couch, securing a hold that would support her against the onslaught of ramrodding cock.

Slap!

His pelvis popped against her ass and his shaft vanished into the uptilted slit of her pussy, impaled deep within the hot furrow of her belly. A twisted look of concentration was on her face, as she squeezed down on the thick column, tightening her cunt so that it fit around the contours of his rod like a tailored glove. Her action drew a pleasure groan from the man behind her, then she relaxed.

A wet sucking sound drifted above their moans and sighs, as he wrenched back, slithering his prod from her quim. Outward he came, reversing the motion of his hips, as the blood-filled head of his rod nestled in the scalloped pinkness of her inner lips. Like a spear, he knifed back into her, once again packing her tremulous sex groove with hot cock and jarring her whole body.

In an abrupt change of techniques, the man behind her suddenly abandoned his grip on her ass and swung his arms around the slim circle of her waist. His fingers shot down to her crotch, finding the aroused nubbin of her clit.

The results were immediately apparent. Like a wild woman, her body bucked and shuddered under the high-voltage jolt of pleasure. A loud incoherent groan was ripped from her throat as she threw her head back.

Without missing a stroke, his hips pumped back and forth, feeding her pussy the swollen inches of manmeat it begged for. Hot and tight, she gripped and squeezed at him. Her body fell into the rhythm of his movements. She twisted and wiggled her ass, whipping him around within the liquid warmth of her satin folds, as he shafted in and out.

Every muscle in her body seemed to tense as she drew closer toward the promise of the ultimate pleasure. A long, low groan, starting at the bottom of her throat, worked its way out, rising octaves to a squealing wail of delight. Her body shuddered, then abandoned itself to the waves of ecstasy that washed through her.

Like a maelstrom, the exploding passion of her body threw her to the heights of pleasure on a skyrocketing ride of joy. She groaned and panted, no longer aware of the world around her.

The man's next move drew a sharp startled gasp from the' blonde nestled on Sam's shoulder. A reaction he admittedly shared.

Wrenching himself free from the contracting cunt that sleeved his sex, Bob once more grasped the oval cheeks of the redhead's ass. He pulled the pink mounds of flesh apart, briefly exposing the dark little ring of the woman's anus. And for that same brief instant, his cock glistening with a coating of her cuntal juices, twitched and throbbed in the air, its swollen head looking red and angry.

His hips once more moved forward. His glands pressed against the puckered mouth of her asshole and his pelvis jerked.

In one quick, deep thrusting motion, he sunk himself into the tight pocket of the waitress's ass. She cried out, not so much in pain, but in total surprise at the man's invasion of her bowels. Then her ass waggled and undulated around the thick column of his shaft.

It was his turn to groan, as his body shuddered and quaked. Two weeks without a woman, Sam remembered Bob mentioning, as he watched the man release the lust that had been confined too long in his balls.

The vise-like grip of the rectum he had buried himself in was impossible to escape from. But he had no intention of escaping. All he wanted was to empty the burning flood of sperm and semen that gushed out from the pulsating crown of his prick.

Spurt after spurt effused from his balls and splattered into the glove-like sleeve of her ass. Fountain upon fountain of come jetted out of his cock, wracking him with indescribable waves of pleasure.

He filled her, then the blasting torrent of his lust-cream overflowed the edacious mouth of her anus and oozed whitely down the pink interior of her thighs. No longer able to maintain his balance, he collapsed on the arched plane of her back. In a chain reaction, her own shaky balance crumbled and they tumbled in a mass of writhing flesh onto the sofa. Neither of them moved as they rode the last tremors of their mutual satisfaction.

"It looks like your friend Bob wasn't a virgin," Linda whispered, as she glanced up at Sam.

"I think that is what is called a classical understatement," he smiled, placing two fingers under her chin and gently kissing her full red lips. "You dug the hell out of taking Frank's cherry, didn't you?"

"Mmmmm Hmmmmmm," she grinned. "Think there's any more of your friends suffering from the same ailment?"

He shook his head, "But if I happen to find any, I know just the medicine they need for a quick cure."

The mention of Frank once more stirred the voyeur in him. Making the excuse he was going to retrieve fresh beers from the refrigerator, Sam left Linda's side and quickly walked to the bedroom door.

The room was empty!

Somehow Rhonda and Frank had managed to slip out of his motel suite without being noticed. He glanced at the bed and its rumpled covers. If the signs were any hint as to what had transpired in the room, his plan had been quite successful.

Smiling with smug satisfaction at his own brilliance, he pulled a beer from the fridge, toasted his two friends, then strode back to the living room to rejoin the party.