Chapter 7
Shawn sat on the edge of the bed and watched Tommie skin out of her hot pants. The sexy, leggy redhead was already bare to the waist, and now the dark-hued pantyhose -lined her cuntmound very attractively. Her hard pointy tits were no larger than Shawn's, but her bright coral nipples were longer.
Shawn wore only her dark nylons, her legs were opened and Tommie was staring, her green eyes hot with interest. The playing and kissing and dirty talk had led to this, and Shawn was more than ready! She could take as much pussy rubbing as Tommie could dish out; they would be equal for the swim contest the next afternoon.
"You've been there before, haven't you, cute stuff?" Tommie smiled, peeling the pantyhose down from her sculptured ass.
"Long time ago," Shawn giggled. "My boyfriend is so good with his hands and prick I haven't been tempted...."
"Well, I haven't found a guy yet who could ring my bell really good," Tommie smiled, now totally nude. She wiggled over to stand in front of Shawn. She spread her slender pretty shanks and arched her auburn-bushed cunt forward.
"I sure wouldn't share this guy out, honey," Shawn giggled. "He's a pre-med student and he knows so much about pussy he's simply terrific!"
"Sounds interesting," Tommie giggled. She swung down at Shawn's right, her hand slid between Shawn's nyloned thighs. She trembled, lifting her cunt upward. Tommie fondled the moistened, swollen pussy; her play finger went slickly inside, her thumb pressing into Shawn's tender clit. Zings of delight spread sweetly through her loins.
"Ohhhhh!" she giggled. "Couldn't have done better myself!"
"Takes a girl to know what a pussy needs," Tommie purred, thrusting her finger deep and rolling her thumb expertly on Shawn's clitoris. "Come on, play with my cunt."
A faint, muffled cry of delight came from the next room. Shawn trembled, reaching her left hand over to the redhead's crotch.
"Sounds like that cute blonde friend of yours is getting her gun off," Tommie said. Her thumb teased, her finger wiggled voluptuously.
"I guess she needs it like I do!" Shawn breathed. "Takes me a while to make the grade-but I'm getting there...."
I'm not really cheating on Carl, she thought, her fingers touching Tommie's dainty, moist cunt. I need some fun on the side, I'm sure he's getting it. Thumb and finger is the way I get MY goodies alone, and Carl knows how, too. Ohhhh, this is terrific!
As her thrills sharpened, she opened Tommie's cuntlips and touched the clit. A shudder went through her body. It was more like a little pecker than a clitoris! It was nearly two inches of stiff, exposed sex!
"Oh, that's something!" she gasped. Carl had told her that some primitive women had extreme clitoral development, but she had never expected to find one. It might explain Tommie's aggressiveness, her almost boyish figure, her strong swimming abilities, and her interest in other girls. After all, the clitoris was simply the female counterpart of the male penis, which Carl had also explained to her.
"That's where the fun's at," Tommie gurgled, arching her crotch upward. "As any hot girl knows."
"Oh, you know it!" Shawn breathed, very gently playing with the long point of excitement. Her legs shook, she hunched upward, creaking the bed. "Come on, get that thing IN me-I'm ready!"
Tommie giggled. "Okay, get your ass around on the pad. We're going to fuck."
Tommie felt the old familiar surge of victory that getting a new sexy cunt always gave her. This cute brownie was a real feather in her cap; that soft snug cunt, her sensational ass and full, rich mouth, were enough to make her girlie cock as stiff as a poker. Talking about pricks was one of her favorite ploys to turn her marks on, even though sliding cock had never tripped her gun.
She was in command, she was doing what Johnni had planned to win the swim contest, but Shawn was so damned appealing and cooperative she was afraid she could not hold back all of her passion. Maybe one go-off, right at the end, wouldn't drain her too much.
She likes that little girlie cock, Tommie thought, watching Shawn squirm over to the center of the bed. It really gives these cuddly chicks a charge. I'll take some of that flirt out of her. I'll give her a good fuck and then eat her. Funnnnnn.
Crawling swiftly between Shawn's opened thighs, Tommie dropped her excited cunt down and in, mashing her labia into the dainty, uptilted box. The slide of her clit between new, slick, soft cuntlips drew a shiver along her legs.
"Ohhhh-OHH!" Shawn gasped, lifting her beautiful ass.
"That good, sweet pussy, baby," Tommie purred, starting her fuck-humps. "Come on now, show me how hard you can blow your gun!"
Shawn quaked, her pretty face flushed deeply, her lips drew back against her pearly teeth, her cute pointy breasts stuck up higher. Tommie knew the effect of dirty conversation. It helped her conquests, even though most cunts were quite familiar with every rotten word in the book. Saying them made the difference.
She had learned that early from her aunt Anna, when she was fucking for money and wanted her tricks to climax swiftly. Even the Janes, who often paid more than the men, loved good fuck talk, something their husbands obviously neglected to give them. Anna often complained that satisfying a broad took more out of her than getting a stud to come.
"Ohhh-ohh-ohhh!" Shawn whimpered, sucking Tommie back to the pleasure of the moment. "Doit, honey! Please!"
Tommie was tempted to drag it out longer, but the purpose of this party came first. She hunched faster, feeling the sweet, familiar shivers as Shawn started into her orgasm. Her face contorted, her beautiful ass bucked upward, her soft legs shook delightfully, and then she was having her fuck-fun.
"That's the way, baby!" Tommie panted, tensing her clit in the sweet soft cunt at every thrust. "Mine's comin' off, too!"
Shawn's squeal of pleasure, her heaving tits, her crotch-spasms as the waves of her release fed her lust, filled Tommie with wild triumph. This chickie went off hard. Simulating a climax was no trick for Tommie, it made the whole thing sweeter for the chickie who was breaking her cunt....
Shawn softened, her legs dropped, she could hardly believe how delicious the after-thrills really were! That little girlie-hardness was not like Carl's prick, but the closeness, the motions of fucking, the mash of cunt on cunt, the expertness of Tommie's screwing, made it just far out!
She went off, too! Shawn thought. I felt that little cock quiver! Ohhh, right now I don't give a damn who wins that contest tomorrow. This is FUN! I'm going to get more pussy-rubbing from now on. I've missed it....
Tommie raised up and began to slide backward, breaking the heated cunt-on-cunt togetherness.
"W-what're you doing, honey?" Shawn breathed, still floating along dreamily in her thrall. Pussy juice was dribbling down to her anus.
"I'm gonna eat it," Tommie giggled, already crouched on her knees, her hands slipping warmly beneath Shawn's ass.
"Oh, that's one of my very favorite things!" Shawn breathed, shaking with new excitement. No girl had ever gone down on her, though. If Tommie was as good with her mouth and tongue as Carl was, she would blow her mind!
"I figured that," Tommie smiled, her head lowering, her tongue fluttering between her carmine lips. "You're table stuff if I ever saw it."
"How did you know that!" Shawn giggled, drawing her thighs back and tipping her crotch upward.
"Just the way this pretty ass wiggles around, baby," Tommie said. She shot her tongue out and ran it along Shawn's puffy, wet cuntslit. Her aching clit tingled delectably, the thrills peaked her nipples again. A soft finger toyed with her anus; she gasped with delight.
"Ohhh, yes!"
Slowly, sweetly, the wiggly tongue entered her tender cunthole. The press of lips on her labia, the delicious in-and-out glides of Tommie's probe, shot more tingles through her loins. Ohhhh, it was almost as sexy as Carl's tongue! Sometimes she climaxed better when Carl nibbled her than when he fucked her. Now a very clever girl was sucking her cunt, and it didn't seem very wrong at all.
Getting my goodies is what it's all about, Shawn thought, swimming in her mounting pleasure. I'll have to learn how to eat cunt myself! I bet Cyndi would go for it. I'd like to get her in a threesome with Carl. He's been wanting some of that for a long time. Ohhhh, I'm going to go off! She's just pulling the fun right out of my cunt....
"Those tricky, rotten bitches!" Nina Lansing said, glancing around her apartment living room at her two swimming mates and all three boyfriends. "They beat our asses off, but good."
It was Sunday afternoon, and as Captain of the Multnomah swim team, Nina had called the other five in for a very frank discussion. They had lost the competition, very ingloriously. It had been a nightmare of frustration, their timing had been all off, and it had not taken Nina long to know why.
"Hey, don't take it so hard," Steve said, easing his left arm around Nina's waist. "You three chicks can take them next time; you did it before."
"What the hell did happen?" Carl Lowden asked. He sat beside Shawn on the sofa. Cyndi rested her pretty ass in a deep chair, and Dan stood behind her.
"I'd better not tell you studs," Nina answered, feeling her cheeks turn warm with shame and guilt.
"Please don't, Nina!" Cyndi exclaimed. She was already blushing.
"The way you three swam, you looked like you were hung over," Dan said dryly. "I was against that party before the meet."
A long silence followed. Suddenly Shawn sat forward and opened her sexy mouth. "Well, I'm going to tell it the way it was. Our guys should know, even if nobody else does...."
"Let me guess," Carl chuckled. "Those broads from Portland College fed you three some pills or booze and then you paired off and got screwed...."
A long silence ensued. Nina trembled, seeing Cyndi's cheeks turn bright red, and even Shawn looked embarrassed.
"You damned pre-med smarty!" Shawn exclaimed, staring at Carl. She shrugged and made a face. "But I'm afraid you hit it right on the nipple."
Cyndi trembled, feeling as though she could sink right through the floor. When she and Shawn and Nina had left Johnni Neal's apartment on Friday night, she had hardly been able to walk! That mannish-acting hostess had climaxed her six times! She was not over the effects of that awful Lesbian fucking, even yet. Dan's nearness comforted her, reassured her, but she was drained. She was sure that Nina and Shawn felt almost the same way. But now they had to admit, right in front of everyone, that they had been cleverly tricked, had indulged in a wild pussy-party!
What made it worse was a comparing of notes after the bash, before the swim meet. Johnni, Miki and Tommie had held back, they had just pretended to climax. They were filthy, Lesbian sluts, but they had won!
"This is-horrible!" Cyndi protested, afraid to look at Dan. Her face burned, she shuddered with revulsion, remembering what she had done.
"Hell, relax, Cyndi," Carl chuckled. "Confession is good for the soul. Those chicks from Portland College screw like minks, everybody knows it. All you three have to do is win next time. You're better swimmers."
"I guess a little pussy-rub didn't kill us," Shawn giggled.
"It's a renewable resource," Steve chuckled.
Everybody laughed except Cyndi. She was younger, she was not as sophisticated as the older girls. All her notions about what a nice girl ought to be were crumbling around her. She had loved that Lesbian stuff! She was filthy.
"Guess that means we won't get much pussy this next week, then," Dan said. His hands touched Cyndi's shoulders and a touch of warmth returned to her crotch. She felt oodles better! He still liked her. Carl and Steve did not seem too put out to know their steady girls had enjoyed some girl-girl sex!
"Shame on you!" Cyndi exclaimed, looking up at Dan.
The other two girls giggled.
"I have a plan," Steve said, patting Nina on the miniskirted ass.
"It had better be good, honey!" Nina smiled.
"Okay, I think it is," Steve grinned. "If you chicks won't get too jealous-let's fight fire with fire. I'm willing to lay my prick on the line for good old Multnomah U."
A shocked few seconds followed. Nina recovered first. "Why, you rotten thing! You mean-you think you can date those bitches from Portland College, and get event"
"Right on, Steve," Carl laughed. Even Dan had a smile on his face!
"That's awful!" Cyndi cried, feeling waves of acute jealousy and disgust. "You're making it worse."
"Look," Shawn giggled, surprising Cyndi. "I'm for it! Guys like a little strange stuff, and they'll be doing it for us."
"B-but what if those three won't go out with our steady boyfriends?" Cyndi protested.
Nina smiled. "Oh, shit-they won't be able to resist these handsome studs! They could probably get two out of three, at least. I'd give anything for revenge."
"After the meet, we'll give you sexy chicks a real party, to celebrate," Carl grinned. He patted Shawn's nyloned thigh and she giggled.
Cyndi shuddered. She was out-voted, and she did hate that mannish-acting Lesbian who had drained her strength. Those dames did need putting down, hard. Dan had screwed other girls, she didn't really own him....
"Sounds real fabulous," Nina laughed. "We'll train real hard all week, we'll lay off the sex while you guys do your thing...."
"Hey, get a load of those beautiful bundles of sex," Miki Alton said, glancing across the shadowy interior of the Neptune Club, a favorite hangout just off the Portland College campus where lots of pickups were arranged.
Tommie Snow looked and winked at Miki. "I'm getting a hard-on."
"Why you itchy-twatted young cunts," Johnni Neal said, dryly. "If you're that hard up, let's go over to my pad."
"Hell, Johnni," Tommie smiled. "We like some prick once in a while. You say you do, too...."
"Besides, we've been training real hard," Miki said, squirming her ass in the padded booth. "We need some fun."
Johnni took another look at the trio of handsome young men resting in a booth, joking and having a drink apiece. The young blonde waitress in the tight bunny outfit was drooling and giggling, fascinated by new customers with pants on. Several chicks at the bar were glancing that way, too.
Obviously they were from Multnomah U-one wore a sweater that said so. Johnni admitted she was bored. She had not enjoyed a fuck since she had banged that dainty blonde, Cyndi. The three had been working their asses off in the pool after classes and every time there was a chance to swim. This meet on Saturday would decide the whole issue of the swimming rivalry between the colleges; they would not have the advantage they had experienced before.
But this was Friday night-tomorrow afternoon was the big contest. A fuck party, even with girls, would be asking for trouble. Still, a little flirtation might help them. If they took it easy....
"Okay," Johnni smiled. "We don't have to go apeshit. No drinks, though."
"Riiiight," Tommie giggled. "I haven't had any prick for months."
All three laughed.
Johnni slid from the booth, smoothed her miniskirt over her ass, and wiggled over to the booth where the handsome studs sat. She had been pretending for over a year that she had a very secret thing going with a big-shot businessman, and Tommie and Miki believed it. Now and then a man did interest her, and she dated a few to make her put-on believable. She did not trust the pill, though. She did everything expected of her except letting a guy put it in.
Someday she was going to use her beautiful body and face to nail some very rich man, middle-aged, who wouldn't want to fuck too often. In fact, Helga had already picked the sucker. Once married, she could screw girls on the side for her real jollies. But she was having too much fun to marry yet.
"Go twitch it somewhere else, baby," Johnni said to the blonde waitress.
The girl made a face, and Johnni slid into the booth beside the stud she had already decided would be her date. She liked; getting her own way, and broads did the picking.'
"You three looking for a little fun?" Johnni giggled, pouring on the charm.
"Yeahhh," the guy beside her grinned. "I'm Steve. Those pals of yours over there interested, too?"
"That cute brunette said she was getting a hard-on just looking," Johnni laughed. She let her left thigh nudge into Steve's right leg. The guys laughed; they looked like swingers, probably seniors.
"I always wanted to make it with a Multnomah stud," Johnni smiled. She waved her hand at Miki and Tommie. The girls left their booth quickly. A few moments later the introductions were made, everyone using first names only. It was the in thing, no real involvement. Fun.
"We just happen to have a motel suite going to waste," Carl said. Tommie was cuddling up to him and the handsome guy named Dan had his arm around Miki's waist. Both girls seemed very pleased about their pickups.
"Well, shit, let's go," Johnni said. She dropped her left hand boldly down to Steve's basket, under the table. A shiver of interest surprised her. He really was very sexy, his cocklump was very big. She could get him off and not waste her energies and still have some neat thrills. Nnnnnnnn. They would all three be more relaxed for the big contest; they could beat those pretty cunts from Multnomah any day of the week....
"Beautiful ass," Carl murmured in Tommie's receptive ear as his arm snuggled her in closer. The three couples were dancing to piped-in music in a cleared space at the motel suite, which had been only a short drive from the Neptune Club.
Tommie shivered, arching her miniskirted cuntmound at his basket. Her pussy was getting juicy, her clit ached. In the can, before the girls had left the joint, Johnni had cautioned both swimmers.
"Don't go out of your minds, now. You know what happens when a chick gets too many go-offs before a contest. You'll blow it. Tease the shit out of them and then we'll split."
Screw that, Tommie thought. I'm going to get a man-fuck out of this! No trouble for Johnni to act cool around studs. I don't believe she EVER fucks guys; she likes pussy too much. This Carl is smooth. I'm getting some real hot vibes. Just once I'd love to go off around a big, sliding cock!
"Well, get your hand on it and find out," Tommie giggled, pushing her excited titties, housed in her frilly blouse, against his sport-shirted chest. His fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt, and he began to fondle her thinly-pantied assflesh, his mouth inching along her cheek toward her lips.
Trembling, she fastened her mouth to his, spreading open wide, letting her long thighs ease apart. His tongue stroked inward, her lips quivered, her nipples stiffened, a sweet rich tingling fanned out through her loins. Damn! It was good to have a real handsome stud begin the sex play.
Her last man-date had been very disappointing; he had gone off once in his shorts and once all over her legs before she even had her panties removed. It was flattering to be that sexy, but the shits for her enjoyment. Once back at the dorm she had used her fingers for relief. On her next date she had picked a wiggly young chick.
She had an idea that Carl was no quick-squirter. Funnnnnnnn!
Miki flattened her crotch against Dan's man-lump, feeling her nipples stiffen inside the cling of her tight jersey, glad she had not worn a bra. His strong embrace, his man-aroma, really was giving her the hard-on she had mentioned earlier. The tingling swell of her pussy inside her bikini panties sent thrills up and down her legs.
"Oh, I like it!" she giggled, shivering. She had been around girls much too much lately; her cunt knew the diff right away. There were so many long-haired grubby-looking guys around Portland College. Dan was all man! He was quieter than the other two. Johnni had said to just tease around, but she had not enjoyed prick for months!
"You're a very cute chick, Miki," Dan grinned. "I'll have to drop around again."
"Well, I hope so!" she breathed. She arched her tender breasts into his chest and added. "My last name's Alton, I'm in the phone book."
His arms tightened, she wiggled her ass and gave him a dainty inhunch. Around guys she didn't like to be aggressive the way Johnni and Tommie were. Actively chasing pussy was not her thing, either; the broads chased her. Plenty of guys did too.
Her last fuck had been with her English professor, who had taken her to a motel, and she had gone off seven wonderful times to his twice. She had a standing invitation to a threesome with him and his wife, but the wife was not too appealing. After the damned swim contest season was over she would have a few drinks and give the professor a call.
"I'll be in touch," Dan murmured in her ear.
"Oh, I bet you get all kinds of pussy over at Multnomah!" she laughed.
"You're special," he chuckled, his right hand slipping down to her ass.
If he knew how many girls had been in my panties he might not be so eager, she thought. I sure went off good with that Nina Lansing! But this is prick night; I'm dying for it!
She held her mouth up, they stopped dancing and his tongue was in her lips before she even got them open. He nibbled around, his cock-lump got bigger, and she softened, letting her thighs spread. Groovy! Just as his tongue dived into her eager mouth she hunched again.
"Mmmmmmm!" he muttered hungrily.
She began to have one of her favorite fantasies, of being spread out on a bed and getting humped by about four guys, one after the other. Lots of stiff prick and oodles of jism in her cunt. The way she felt now she would gladly take on all three of these sexy studs. But she wouldn't be worth a shit for the big contest tomorrow. Winning wasn't really all that important!
She teased her tongue across his, feeling more hot leakage from her cunt. This suite had three bedrooms, all going to waste. Finally she swerved her puffing lips away and hunched at his crotch again.
"Ohhh, hell-take me in a room and fuck me, honey!" she breathed. He shuddered, nodded and began walking her toward a half-opened door. She could always tell Johnni she just wanted to be alone with him for a while, for a little teasing and finger-fun. Piss on the contest! A hard, nagging ache flamed in her loins, her clit needed a male finger and some good, big cock!
As she started into the bedroom, Johnni gave her a dirty look, but she winked as if to say, I won't lose my cool. Just a few thrills.
Dan had a terrific bone-on. Miki was the prettiest of the Portland College swimmers. She reminded him a little of Cyndi, except that she was a brunette. On Wednesday night, in spite of training rules, he had given Cyndi a competent fucking. The Lesbian experience had shaken her up, but his hard, sliding cock had reassured her; she was becoming a really good piece of ass.
The plan was working beautifully so far. He knew when a chick was ready for prick, and Miki was pushing her cunt right at him. He felt a little sorry for Steve; he had that les-looking boss girl Johnni, but Carl seemed to be doing all right with the slinky, leggy redhead, Tommie.
Scouting the Portland College campus had been no trick. The Neptune Club had been the logical spot to "run into" the members of the swim team. Nina had put up the money for this motel suite; she was determined to win at any price. Which reminded him that he would like to fuck her-and Shawn, too. If Multnomah was victorious, the girls had promised their studs a real party. Yeahhhh. But right now the idea was to bang his date as many times as possible.
He closed the bedroom door and pulled Miki in close, sliding his right hand under her miniskirt, cupping her wet, pantied cuntmound.
"Ohhhh, that's goooooood!" Miki breathed. She hunched playfully and retreated to the bed, sitting down with her neat thighs opened. She reached for the hem of her jersey, staring at the lump in his pants. He began to remove his clothes. New pussy, man. And he had Cyndi's reluctant permission....
Johnni was starting to smell a rat. As appealing as Steve was, she had an idea she had glimpsed him at the last swim meet, and afterward she recalled seeing him with that Nina Lansing, the captain of the Multnomah trio. How cozy that these three handsome studs should show up before the deciding contest, ready to swing. Just maybe they were playing dirty tricks, just as she and Miki and Tommie had with those sexy cunts from Multnomah!
But Miki was already in a bedroom with Dan, and Tommie was rubbing her snatch all over Carl's basket.
I told them, damn it! Johnni thought. I should have fucked them myself. How they can get so hot about cock is beyond me. I'll show this Steve character even if I AM getting a hard-on:
She softened girlishly in Steve's embrace, a thing she hated to do, and gave his crotch a good, lively hump.
"Feels like you're ready to fuck, big man," she giggled.
"Whenever you are, baby," he chuckled.
She laughed, watching Tommie slide her right hand across Carl's basket and whisper in his ear. The redheaded bitch was really eager! Surely it was all put-on, though, as they had planned.
"Well, let's sit down and play pussy and prick games, then," Johnni giggled. "I like a good buildup, first."
"Yeahhh," he grinned, steering her toward a big sofa. She sat down at his left, spreading her long, nyloned shanks, feeling more sensuous than she had imagined she would. Tommie and Carl were heading for a bedroom, his right hand was under her miniskirt on her ass; her loud giggle made Johnni envious.
I wish they'd stay in sight, Johnni thought. I've never seen the redhead take a prick. It might turn me on too much, though. I like to fuck her because she fights a little and tries to take over and I won't permit that.
Steve reached between her legs and tickled her panty-covered cuntmound, breathing in her ear. Surprisingly, she felt a tingle and her clit began to stiffen!
"Are you a pretty good fuck, beautiful?" he murmured.
"When the right guy makes my cunt good and slick," she giggled. She shot her right hand to his zipper and ran it down, gliding her fingers inside.
"I've heard long-legged blondes like you are good humping," he chuckled.
"Top-riding is my thing," she laughed. She worked his hardening cock out of his shorts and pants, and the sudden view of it, long and slender and eight inches of maleness, gave her another thrill. Pre-coital wetness shone on the knob. It was more cock than she had ever seen.
"You wouldn't happen to know those girls on your swim team, would you?" she asked, closing her fingers around his prick.
A very light start firmed her suspicion; for an instant his hand stopped moving on her panties.
"Sure, I've seen 'em around the campus," he said. "The story is, they don't put out much." His hand pushed in harder on her cunt. "So me and my buddies came over to your campus looking for some hot pussy...."
Johnni trembled, feeling juice oozing from her cunt in spite of her determination to remain cool. She had denied herself nearly all week, so the urgency was building in her bod, and she hated it that a fucking stud was doing it. She was almost positive now that the trio of handsome bastards were conning herself and her team-mates. But her clit was starting to ache, her nipples were poking out against her tight, revealing jersey.
Oh, shit! she thought, squeezing his prick. I DO need a fuck, but not a man-fuck. The guy who gets his cock in ME is going to have to be very wealthy. And middle-aged so he won't need it often. I hate the idea of marriage! I better try to get Miki and Tommie the hell out of here before they get too interested in cock and blow their minds!
She started to move, but the tingles in her crotch, the feel of prick, swayed her judgment. She could trust her team-mates not to go too far. She just had to tease this confident cocksucker a while longer. He had more appeal than most studs; it was fun to tantalize men and then tell them to go jack off. Someday she would have to try top-riding a cock just to assert her dominance.
"Want to get that thing in my cunt, huh?" she giggled, hunching on his palm.
His prick tensed, more juice leaked from the glans. Suspicious giggles from the two occupied bedrooms said Miki and Tommie were doing their thing. Steve wasn't turning all red-faced and eager, as she had planned, though. He hadn't even tried to kiss her, and that was a putdown. almost like he was in control.
"Sure," he said banteringly. "If you aren't just a cock-teaser."
His tone of voice, his damned assurance, flared her man-hatred. Having him actually turn her on was disgusting! She snatched her hand from his prick, grabbed his wrist and struggled to her feet.
"You egotistical sonofabitch!" she sneered. "No guy ever fucks me."
"That's about what I figured, pussy-lover. It sticks out all over you."
She wanted to punch him in the face. She had not been so furious for ages. She turned, picked her handbag from a chair and ran to the door. She unlocked it, turned and snapped at him.
"Go fuck yourself!"
He just grinned and that made her angrier than ever. She knew she should make an effort to break up the action in the two bedrooms, but she couldn't stand the sight of Steve's prick sticking up out of his pants. She ran out the door, into the night! Before she was out of hearing range, she heard the lock snap behind her. She might be at top form tomorrow, but Miki and Tommie were in there, and she was afraid wild horses wouldn't get them away.
Sure as hell, they would screw themselves out and louse up the contest! She raced to her sports car, feeling more wetness between her cuntlips. Only one thing would ease her stinging ache fresh young cunt. Fuck the competition! She had a furious hard-on. There would be plenty of available pussy at the Neptune Club, there always was....