Chapter 6
There were at least a half a dozen people scurrying around the house setting up tables and arranging food and drinks and all the other requirements for a terribly lush, extravagant party.
Jo had hired a French caterer who had everything from soup to nuts, and came equipped for a party on the Queen Mary. Four beautiful French women ran around the living room setting the punches and liquor up, while two handsome young Frenchmen were busy in the large porch in the back of the house laying out all sorts of appetizers and treats.
The French cook had prepared a feast for this party and there was something for everyone. As Jo watched the two young Frenchmen pulling out a large, oblong table for the main dishes, she saw in the kitchen, on the formica counter, a large turkey, covered with pineapples, roast ribs of beef, a platter of broiled fish, lobster, duck and filet mignon. Of course, everything was smothered in a French wine sauce.
Running into the house through the back porch sliding doors, Jan and Sue came dripping into the living room. "Oh, wow!" this looks like a Roman feast! How decadent! laughed Sue, walking through the house and eyeing all the tables filled with drinks and food.
"Well, I don't think anyone will leave this party hungry!" laughed Jo, watching the cook prepare all the meats and place them on platters.
"I doubt it," said Jan, her mouth hanging open in amazement.
"How was the water, girls?" asked Jo, looking at their dripping bodies.
"Oh, heaven!" sighed Sue. 'This has got to be the loveliest time of day to go for a swim in the ocean."
"I think you both ought to head upstairs and get out of those wet suits and start getting dressed. It's almost six thirty, and in another hour people will start arriving and I'd like you both downstairs."
"We'll be dressed in a jiffy," said Jan, running up the stairs, followed by her sister.
Jo walked to the back of the house and sat down on the porch. She watched how professionally the crew of caterers were working and decided there was definitely an art to cooking and giving a nice party.
"You're going to have lots of people, tonight, no?" asked a lovely, young French girl.
"I have a feeling I'm going to have more than I expected," smiled Jo, eyeing the girl's beautiful, shapely body.
As the girl kept arranging the platters on the table, she leaned over and reached for a large bowl of punch. Watching the girl's every movement, Jo saw the young girl's mini-skirt rise all the way up her thighs. She had a pair of legs that should have been in a commercial for stockings.
"This is a lovely house," the girl commented, her French accent not terribly thick, but noticeable.
"Thank you. I'm very happy here. I love living by the ocean," she commented, looking out of the glass doors and into the vastness of the Pacific.
"Oh, oui," she smiled. 'The ocean is very magical!"
"Yes, that's it exactly," Jo smiled, looking at the young girl intently.
"I too, live by the ocean and it fascinates me very much," she said.
"Where do you live?" asked Jo, curiously.
"I live in Venice, on the beach."
"What's your name?" asked Jo, feeling a strong desire to get acquainted with the pretty French girl.
"Regina," she smiled, showing a set of beautiful white teeth.
"My name is Jo. I'm very glad to meet you."
"I know you will have a lovely party here tonight," chatted Regina. "Francois has done much work for this party and everything has come out just perfect."
"Is Francois the chef?" questioned Jo.
"Oui, he is a magnificent chef, too," she informed Jo. "He has catered for some of the biggest people in Los Angeles, and he also worked for some of the best restaurants before he went out on his own."
"Well, I'm very glad to hear that," said Jo. "Now I'm sure the party will be perfect."
"Oui, it will be a wonderful party, Mademoiselle," Regina smiled.
"Regina, I would like very much if you came to my party tonight. There'll be many, many interesting people that you might enjoy meeting."
"Oh, Mademoiselle! That's very kind of you to invite me!"
"Do you think you'd like to come, Regina?" inquired Jo.
"Oh, oui, oui,!" she replied, excitedly.
"Fine, then you can leave here now and go home to change for the party," ordered Jo.
"But I don't think I can leave. Monssieur Francois will be very angry with me if I don't finish setting up the tables and also I think I am one of the girls who was chosen to stay and serve tonight," she informed Jo, disappointment filling her voice.
"Don't you worry about Mousieur Francois. I'll take care of him. You run along and get changed," Jo smiled.
"But, Mademoiselle, I'm afraid. I don't want to lose my job, please."
"I said I would take care of it, Regina. I am paying Monsieur an incredible amount of money for this party, Regina and for tonight you will do as I say," Jo smiled, pushing the young girl out of the room.
Walking into the kitchen Jo approached the chef and asked him to step into the living room for a minute.
"Francois, I would like to use Regina as a hostess, more or less, tonight. I want her to be dressed and not serving, but mingling in the crowd and looking her loveliest," Jo said, a definite tone of authority in her voice.
Francois, looking at Regina, and then at Jo, suddenly smiled and nodded his head. "Whatever you wish, Miss Ross. This is your party and your every wish is my command," he bowed, charmingly.
"Okay, I want you to run along now and change your clothes," Jo said, hurrying Regina out of the house.
Grabbing her jacket, and starting for the front door, Regina suddenly slowed down and turned towards Jo.
"What's the matter, Regina?" Jo inquired. "Francois isn't annoyed and there's nothing for you to worry about. Go on!"
"No, that isn't it, Miss Ross. You see, well, I'm ashamed!"
"Ashamed of what?" Jo asked, impatiently.
"I have nothing that I can wear to the party tonight," she admitted, bowing her head and looking down at the floor.
"Oh, you silly girl," Jo laughed, taking the French beauty and throwing her arm around her shoulder. "Run upstairs to my bedroom, the first door on the right at the top of the stairs. There's a wall-to-wall closet up there filled with dresses and pants and anything you can possibly need. Look through and take whatever you like."
"Oh, Miss Ross! You're so kind! I don't know what to say!"
"Don't say anything. Just run upstairs and get yourself a lovely outfit for the party. And hurry! People will start arriving in about forty-five minutes."
Smiling ecstatically, the French lovely ran upstairs like a little girl going to her room to find a new toy! Jo smiled after the girl and shook her head. She was so sweet and innocent and again Jo's desire became strong.
Suddenly, realizing the time, Jo decided she had better get a move on and get herself ready for the big bash. Still not knowing what she was going to wear, she started thinking about all the hundreds of outfits she had stacked away in closets throughout the house.
One of Jo's many weaknesses was clothes. She couldn't resist buying new outfits, no matter how many she had stored away with the tickets on them and the packaging still wrapped around them.
She decided to take a little time to make sure everything was laid out to her liking and the check for the balance of her bill written out for Francois.
Looking at the two young Frenchmen, rushing through the house arranging the various paraphernalia, Jo decided that the women at the party, both young and old, would most definitely try to make them.
They were both extremely continental and handsome, with dark, long hair, and lovely chiseled faces. The outfits they had on looked as if they had been painted onto their lean bodies.
Walking towards Francois, Jo smiled and stood next to him. "Francois, what are the names of the young men who will be serving tonight?" she asked, very business-like.
"The taller one is Jean-Paul and the other is Alain," he smiled, returning to his work immediately.
Alain and Jean-Paul were definitely going to go over big with the ladies! They were certainly film material. Jo wondered if either of them were actors. There was something about a continental man that Jo couldn't explain if she wanted to. They just had something about them that was terribly sensual and physical.
Watching the two intently, Alain suddenly felt Jo's eyes staring. Looking up from his work, he looked at Jo inquisitively and then smiled. Smiling back, Jo felt a bit embarrassed. His face was definitely one for the cameras!
His eyes were large and just a bit slanted. He had incredibly long lashes and it almost looked as if he had mascara on. He was truly a painting.
Yes, Jo was sure that Alain and Jean-Paul were going to find themselves an added income tonight. She knew precisely which women would work on Alain and Jean-Paul. There were going to be a number of older actresses and agents who just couldn't resist a beautiful face and some continental charm. And most of them would be willing to pay a high price for it!
Jo had a feeling this was going to be a party that would be talked about for quite some time. And any extra services she could add, she was more than happy to supply. The thought which preoccupied her lusty craving was young, lovely Regina.
Jan and Sue came running down the stairs, both looking quite lovely. They, too, had raided Jo's wardrobe and both girls wore long skirts with halter tops. Sue's hair was piled up on top of her head and she looked extremely sophisticated and grown-up. Jan had curled her long, straight, blonde hair and it hung down in waves over her smooth shoulders like a drape.
"My, my, don't we look lovely tonight," Jo smiled, turning the girls around and showing her approval with her glowing, emerald eyes.
"Thanks to your collection of clothing," laughed Sue, walking through the living room as if she were going down the ramp of a St. Laurent fashion show.
"Do I look chic, darling?" she teased, spinning around and almost falling.
"I think you'd better concentrate on standing rather than doing any fancy, chic spins," joked Jo.
As the two girls started for the back porch, Jo scurried up the stairs and into her room. Regina was standing in front of the bedroom mirror examining a long, black, chiffon dress with a slit on the left side that ended at the top of the thigh.
"Well, you definitely have the body for that dress," advised Jo, staring at the young girl.
"Do you think it looks nice on me, Miss Ross," she asked, confused.
"Actually, I think it looks better on you than it does on me," said Jo.
"Oh, oo-la-la, I don't think so," she smiled, eyeing herself intently.
"I have just the thing to dress it up," Jo spoke, walking towards her bureau and opening up her jewelry box. Rummaging through the wooden box, Jo pulled out a beautiful silver chain with silver droplets hanging down. It looked like a silver collar that Cleopatra might have worn.
"Oh, Miss Ross!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement. "Oh, I can't wear that!"
"Why not?" asked Jo, turning the girl around and putting the necklace on her.
The black dress was cut quite low in front and the silver droplets hung down Regina's chest and into her cleavage like a chest-shield. The young French girl looked ravishing! What a difference a dress and some jewelry could make, Jo thought.
"Now, your hair," suggested Jo. "I think you ought to put it on top of your head." Jo started brushing Regina's hair and trying out various styles.
Suddenly, pulling all her beautiful wavy, brown hair at the nape of her neck, Jo reached her head down and gently kissed the young girl on the back of the neck.
Staring at Jo in the mirror, her eyes a little baffled for the moment, Regina soon turned around and threw her arms around Jo in a passionate embrace. Their tender lips meeting, they kissed wildly as their tongues entwined in each other's mouth. Jo realized there would be no struggle with this French beauty. Jo's thoughts were confirmed. From the minute she set eyes on Regina she had a feeling the woman was a lover of the soft, warm female species.
As their heads twisted wildly and their tongues raced through each other's mouth, Jo reached down and nestled her hand inside the top of the chiffon dress. Reaching down and searching for the girl's breasts, she tried to be gentle, in order not to damage the dress.
Finally deciding it would be much easier and safer to just pull the dress over the lovely girl's head, Jo stood Regina up and wisked the dress up over her head and onto the bed.
Eyeing the French girl's massive, voluptuous breasts, Jo's mouth began to water. She wondered why she was so attracted to large breasts. She thought perhaps it was because she herself was not terribly big and the grass was always greener on the other side.
She loved having all that tit flesh to suck into her lovely mouth and eat up like a piece of filet mignon. Regina had very large, pink nipples that just waited to be sucked.
"Regina, you have lovely breasts," Jo said, reaching down and placing her right nipple into her mouth. Sucking frantically, Jo soon reached with her hand and grabbed Regina's left breast and kneaded her nipple.
The girl grabbed Jo's head and pushed her face into her tit, obviously not getting enough of what she desired. She wanted her entire breast to be gobbled up by the beautiful woman's mouth and Jo had every intention of getting as much as she could into her mouth.
Slurping away like a hungry pig, Jo kept sucking more and more of the girl's tit into her mouth until her entire mouth was filled to capacity with tit flesh.
Sighs of pleasure started to escape from Regina's mouth and she soon had her legs up on the chair and spread wide open, just crying for Jo's tongue to work its way between her legs.
Sucking hungrily at the girl's fleshy breast, Jo reached down and grabbed the waistband of Regina's panties, attempting to pull them off.
"Stand up, Regina. Let me slide your panties off so I can feel your pussy," Jo ordered, pulling the girl up by her arms.
Standing next to the chair, the girl stood up and let Jo slide the lace panties down her long, lean legs. Throwing the panties on the bedroom carpet, Jo sat the girl back on the vanity chair and fell to her knees, lunging her face into the girl's pussy.
Digging her mouth deeper and deeper into the snatch, Jo wrapped her arms around Regina's back and kept pushing her closer and closer to her mouth.
Regina started to spread her legs wider and wider till she finally picked them up and held them in the air. Holding onto Jo's shoulders to balance herself on the backless chair, Regina started pumping her pussy into Jo's mouth.
Jo's tongue flicked in and out of Regina's pussy and washed away at her clitoris. Regina reached down and lunged her hands into Jo's halter top. Scrambling around and finally finding her small, erect nipples, Regina kneaded them frantically and finally squeezed Jo's breasts with the palms of her hands.
"Ohhh, that feels nice," smiled Jo, finger-fucking Regina passionately.
Regina's pumping reached an insane pace and sweat started escaping from her pores. She held onto Jo's gorgeous, black hair and started pulling it as if it were the reins of a horse.
Throwing her head back and letting out moans of pleasure, Regina suddenly shot a load of come into Jo's mouth that gushed out like a geyser. Dripping out of the sides of her mouth, Jo tried to catch every last drop of the lovely girl's cream by flicking her tongue around her mouth.
The thick, sticky, salty-tasting juice was pouring down Jo's chin and dripping onto her chest. The young French girl smiled at Jo and reached for her mouth and started licking her come and cleaning off Jo's chin and chest.
"That was so nice, Mademoiselle," Regina smiled, working her long, slender fingers down Jo's t-shirt and squeezing her small, firm breasts.
"Very nice," smiled Jo, reaching down and kissing Regina's tit flesh as she took hold of her pussy and gave it a squeeze.
"I think we'd both better jump into the shower and start getting dressed. People will be arriving any minute," Jo suggested, taking Regina by the hand and directing her to the bathroom.
Jo definitely wanted to keep this young filly around. She was quite a piece of ass and certainly knew how to move her pussy. Jo had plans for her, along with Sue and Jan. She was forming her own little stable of beautiful, sensual, females.
As Jo began gathering the things she decided she wanted to wear at the party, she heard the doorbell ring. She suddenly realized she'd better get a move on. Running towards the bathroom, she knocked on the door and had Regina let her in.
"Honey, people are starting to arrive and I really have to get my ass down there. Let me jump into the shower with you," she said, grabbing a shower cap and throwing it on her head.
As the two women soaped themselves in the shower, Regina suddenly got the urge to grab Jo by the pussy. Jo realizing how weak the flesh was, especially hers, quickly grabbed Regina's hand and pushed it away.
"Not now, honey. I can't let you start that because you'll get me all horny and there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll take care of each other later. Okay?" she smiled, rinsing the soap off of her lean, young body.
"Oui," smiled Regina, watching Jo as she stepped out of the shower as if she were in some kind of a marathon.
Rushing into her bedroom and going into her drawer for her stockings, Jo decided she was going to wear a forest green dress that was terribly sexy. It was slit up the front from the top of her pubic bush on up and the back came down so low you could see the beginning of the crack of her ass.
Deciding that she couldn't wear stockings with this dress, Jo picked up her bottle of Givenchy perfume and sprayed it all over her body, realizing that there was absolutely nothing else that could be worn under the dress. It certainly wasn't made to be worn with underwear.
Slipping into the dress and adjusting her tits so that they would stay inside the dress and not pop out, Jo looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with what she saw. Looking at her long black tresses, she decided to keep her hair down, hanging over her shoulders the way she usually wore it. As Jo studied herself in the full-length mirror, she finally decided to use a little make-up on her beautiful face. Reaching into her vanity drawer, she brought out a powder blush and a tube of mascara. Since Jo never used makeup, she felt that these two aids would suffice.
Regina suddenly came dripping into the bedroom, a terry-cloth towel wrapped around her snugly. Wiping herself off, she threw the towel on the bed and stood there naked, eyeing herself in the mirror and still contemplating on whether the black dress would look good on her.
"What's wrong?" asked Jo, giving her hair a last minute brushing and reaching in her jewelry box for a tiny diamond heart.
"I'm just wondering if this dress is going to make me look too skinny," Regina said, staring at the dress.
"Because it's black?" questioned Jo.
"Oui," replied Regina. "Black sometimes makes me look sick."
"Why don't you put it on and let's see what it looks like," suggested Jo.
Smiling, Regina looked at Jo and nodded her head as if she were silly for not thinking of that first. Slipping the black chiffon dress over her head, she wiggled it down her body, gently, and slipped her head through the opening on top.
When the dress was straight and hanging just right, Jo looked at Regina and whistled. A bit embarrassed, Regina walked over to the full-length mirror and took a look for herself.
"Ohhh, this is beautiful, no?" she asked, turning in the mirror and admiring how stunning she looked.
"You look good enough to eat," teased Jo, patting the girl on the ass, and giving her a quick kiss on the neck.
"I look like a mannequin in the store window, no?" laughed Regina, spinning around and around in front of the mirror.
"You look gorgeous, Regina! You'll be a knockout!" encouraged Jo.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Jo headed for the bedroom door. "I have to go down, love. The doorbell has rung about ten times since we've been up here."
Jo gracefully walked down the stairs and saw at least a dozen or more people walking around the living room. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she suddenly heard a shrill voice yell her name from behind her.
Turning quickly, she was attractive Jill Lang coming towards her. Jill was a woman in her mid-forties who had given Jo her first job in movies. Jill was also the woman who introduced Jo to the world of women. A naive, young, striving actress, Jo wanted the job Jill had for her in this film and was willing to do anything to get it.
Of course, the affair didn't last very long. As soon as Jo started shooting the film, she quickly ended their affair and Jo found herself a beautiful young actress named Chris Shore who was also working on the film. Jill never held a grudge and always tried to help Jo out whenever she could. Jo knew that Jill Lang was still trying to get her back, but Jo was only interested in young blood and Jill Lang definitely wasn't young blood any longer.
Hugging Jill and giving her a big kiss, Jo looked at Jill and realized that the woman had aged in the past year. Jo heard she was having problems with a young girl she had living with her and Jo almost felt sorry for Jill.
She lived in a dream world. These poor young girls used Jill out of desperation and Jill, in turn, let herself be used for those few moments of pleasure she could obtain from these young girls. It was all quite sad. The pain was beginning to show on Jill's face and Jo suddenly felt a pang of sympathy run through her.
"Jill, how have you been, darling?" Jo smiled. "It's been so long since we've seen each other."
"Oh, Jo. You look absolutely gorgeous, love. As usual!" Jill laughed, taking hold of Jo's hand and squeezing it.
As the two women chatted for a very few minutes Jo heard the bell ring and turned to see if one of the young Frenchmen were going to open it.
"Go on and tend to your company, love," smiled Jill. "Why don't you give me a call sometime, Jo. I'd like to see you more often," she said, looking into Jo's eyes with extreme warmth and affection.
Kissing Jill's cheek, Jo smiled and gave her a hug. "I will, Jill. I promise," she said, turning and heading for the front door.
Opening the door, Jill soon saw the handsome face of Tim Scott. "Tim! How are you, love?" she asked, taking hold of his arm and giving him a peck on the cheek.
"I'm all right, Jo. Keep the door open, Pete's right behind me," Tim informed her, "Have you heard from your wife yet?" she asked, concerned.
"Yes, she called last night and told me she was in Palm Springs with the kids," he said, looking a bit relieved. "She's going to stay down there for another week and then she said she'll come back to Los Angeles and we'll sit down and talk."
"Well, thank goodness she finally called," Jo consoled him.
"You're not kidding," he laughed, nervously. "I feel a whole lot better now. At least I can sleep."
Pete approached the doorway and gave Jo a big kiss on the lips. Closing the door behind them, Jo guided them into the living room and headed straight for the bar.
Seeing Tim, Sue Palmer came rushing over to the bar to greet him and Pete Henry. "Hi, you guys! You both look terribly sexy tonight," she teased coyly.
"You look pretty good yourself, you little bugger," Pete said, patting her on the cheek.
"Where's that pretty little sister of yours," asked Tim, reaching for his drink and slugging it down quickly.
"Oh, she's out on the porch conversing in French with some of the French maids that are serving," she smiled, hopping onto one of the bar stools.
Pete and Sue began to converse about the film and had the shooting had finished exactly on schedule. Jo excused herself and walked into the kitchen to see how Francois was doing.
"Oh, Miss Ross! Is everything okay out there?" he asked, pulling a casserole out of the oven.
"Everything is just fine out there, Francois. I just wanted to know if everything is fine in here?" she laughed, patting him on the shoulder.
"Tres bien, Mademoiselle," he smiled, placing the casserole on the kitchen counter.
"Fabulous!" Jo said, walking out of the kitchen and out to the porch.
Jo noticed a few of the crew members milling around, but she didn't see Jim. Looking outside on the beach, Jo noticed a few people had gone out onto the beach and sat on the sand.
At the opposite end of the porch, Jan sat in a corner watching one of the French maids arranging the table as she rattled away to her in French. Obviously making a few blunders, Jo saw the French woman looking at Jan and laughing every once in a while. But the lovely young girl wouldn't give up. She continued to blabber away in her high school French.
Walking back to the living room, Jo suddenly saw Regina walking down the stairway. Suddenly, all eyes turned to look at the beautiful French girl who looked like an incredible painting! As she glided down the stairs as if she were floating on air, her head erect and held high, Jo knew this girl was going to go places.
She carried herself like a queen and she definitely wasn't going to be catering parties and serving the elite for long. No, this beautiful girl was going to be part of the elite. And Jo could see that it wasn't going to take very long. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was going to get it, no matter what the price.
Jo heard the little cliques of people gathered in the living room start to mumble. They all wondered who the lovely woman was and Jo was sure that most people would figure that she was Jo's present lover. That was certainly fine with her, for it proved that Jo had impeccable taste in her women.
As Regina reached the bottom of the stairs, Jo approached her and took her by the hand. Guiding her through the living room, Jo held onto her as if she were her new possession and Jo was proudly displaying her to the masses.
"Come, my dear, get yourself a drink first and then we can take you around and introduce you to a few people," Jo smiled, directing Regina towards the bar.
Regina sat down on a stool next to Tim Scott. Eyeing Regina intently, Tim looked at Jo and winked, teasingly.
"You've really outdone yourself this time, sweetheart," Tim said. "I couldn't do better than that," he laughed.
Suddenly Jo felt a surge of pride run through her. Tim's comment didn't annoy her, it made her feel proud and happy. Yes, this beautiful, young, sensual Frenchwoman was going to be Jo's.
Ordering herself a snifter of cognac, Regina received her drink and Jo then took her to the porch in the back of the house. As Jo and Regina were walking towards the porch, Jill Lang suddenly approached.
"Jo, darling, you must introduce me to your friend." she smiled, lustily.
Knowing exactly what was in Jill Lang's mind, Jo put her arm around Regina's neck and hugged her close. "Jill, I'd like you to meet my lover, Regina," she smiled, looking for traces of shock on Jill's face.
Regina smiled and extended her hand, politely. "Hello, Jill. I am very, very pleased to meet you."
Raising her eyebrows about two inches, Jill looked at Jo and smiled. "Well, I must say, my dear, you have done quite well for yourself, haven't you?"
"Do you think so?" asked Jo, moving her hand down to Regina's waist and rubbing it up and down.
"I would say so from the looks of things, my dear. Quite well," she smiled and walked away.
Jo took Regina's hand and guided her to the back porch. Walking through the sliding doors, the two girls walked onto the beach in the back of the house.
"It would be easier to walk if we took our shoes off," suggested Jo.
"Yes," agreed Regina.
"I see people out here and I want to find out who they are," she explained, throwing her shoes on the side of the lounge chair on the sand.
A few people were sitting on the beach, quite near to the house. As Jo came closer, she soon realized that they were a few of the extras that had worked on the film. Going over to them and chatting for a moment, Jo grabbed Regina's hand and continued down towards the water.
There didn't seem to be anyone else on the beach, so Jo thought she and Regina could have a quiet, leisurely walk along the water of the private beach.
Walking along for a minute, Jo suddenly noticed some movement by the pile of rocks that were surrounding a small portion of the beach. Regina decided to make herself comfortable and lie down on the sand for a while.
Continuing to stare at the movement behind the rocks, Jo kept walking, intent on seeing what the movement was.
"Sit here, Regina. I'll be right back," Jo said, slowly walking towards the rocks.
As Jo came nearer to the stones, she suddenly heard a kind of whimpering sound coming from the direction of the movement she had seen. Quietly walking behind the rocks, she got down on her knees and slowly picked up her head to look over into the sand patch that lie in the middle of all the stones.
Looking down, she opened her eyes in shock. There, lying across a large rock was Sue Palmer, her legs flying in the air and spread like a wish bone. Towering over her was a young man, grabbing onto her thighs and keeping them spread as wide as he could in order to give his cock as much access to her pussy as he possibly could. The boy was thrusting into her like a fucking bull!
With every plunge of his meat, Sue let out a whimpering moan of pleasure. The boy dragged her down on the large rock, and stood up on his feet as he kept plunging his meat into her unmercifully.
Finally picking herself up off the rock, Sue sat on her ass cheeks and wrapped her arms around the boy's neck as he rammed into her harder and harder.
"Harder, Jim!" Sue screamed, humping back and meeting his every thrust.
Jim Gore! Sue was being fucked on that rock by Jim-Gore. Jo didn't even see him come in!
Picking Sue up off the rock, Jim put his arms under her ass cheeks and carried her weight as Sue wrapped her legs around the boy's back while he pumped faster and faster into her hungry pussy.
"Ohhhh, Sue! Baby! My cock feels like it's going to pop right off of me! Grab my meat with your pussy. Use your muscles! Grab. Hug my dick, baby!" he moaned, the two bodies slapping into one another as they fucked like animals.
Grabbing hold of Jim's hair and pulling it frantically, Sue suddenly shoved her mouth into his neck and let out a muffled, animal-like scream as she continued meeting his every thrust as he fucked her pussy harder and harder.
She had very obviously orgasmed! But Jim kept ramming into her with every muscle in his body. Falling down onto his knees and lying Sue on her back, he squat down over her shapely body and kept riding her like a stallion. The boy was like a fucking bull. He didn't even let up his frantic pace, and Sue started throwing her legs into the air like a maniac.
"I'm almost there, baby! I've got a load for you that's gonna blow you right in half!" he panted, breathing like a long-distance runner.
Plunging down on her legs and pushing them down onto her breasts, he rammed down into her pussy so hard that Jo thought for sure Sue was going to be ripped right open.
Suddenly, throwing his head back and opening his mouth for more air, Jim gave one forceful lunge down into her pussy.
"Arrrghhhhhh!" he moaned, his face forming all sorts of lusty contortions as Sue reached up and grabbed Jim's neck.
Jo got off of her knees and walked back to Regina. Reaching the spot where she had left her, Jo looked around and wondered if she hadn't gone back to the house. After looking around the beach for a couple of minutes, Jo decided to return to the party and see who else had arrived. Hearing the sound of the waves rolling in, and the stillness of the night, Jo felt very content. Then, suddenly, the Warring sound of rock music echoed from her house and the babbling, chatting voices of her many friends and Jo began to smile.