Chapter 7
It was two months now, since Molly left her family and took off on what she hoped would be an exciting, satisfying adventure, one that would spell the beginning of her new life as a happily independent and carefree woman, unencumbered by the demands of motherhood and the obligations of being a wife.
After Italy, she traveled to Spain, spending her time sightseeing and screwing. She met a handsome, super-sexy bullfighter by the name of Ricardo Diaz, whom she sucked and fucked a number of times during the long weekend she spent at his large cattle ranch.
There were others, of course, hot-blooded Spaniards like Guillermo Montez, a brown-eyed, dark-skinned musician, whom Molly met while bar-hopping one night. Much fun did she derive from blowing on his horn.
From Spain, Molly went to beautiful Switzerland, where she made friends with one Carl Haller, a ski instructor working for the time being at St. Moritz. Never would she forget screwing Carl in the snow, the two of them laughing as they struggled to couple with their clothes on. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was certainly exciting.
Molly arrived in Denmark in excellent spirits and with the idea of spending the rest of her life traveling. She felt like a million dollars, and what's more, she knew she looked like a million. It wasn't so much the expensive clothes she wore, as it was her radiant smile. That, and her new-found confidence, her joie de vivre, suggested to others that here was a woman who had discovered where it all was at, and who was reveling in the discovery.
Of course, it was almost impossible not to feel especially good in Copenhagen, thought Molly, resting now on a bench after her leisurely stroll through the Tivoli Gardens, one of the world's most charming amusement parks. The Danes were such a warm-hearted, friendly people, as hospitable as any she had ever encountered.
Only a horrible old cynic could fail to appreciate the kindness and generosity of the Danish people. One didn't have to be afraid of walking alone at night in Copenhagen, which certainly wasn't true of other large, heavily-populated areas.
In New York, for instance, a person took his life in his hands if he ventured out into the streets after eight o'clock.
But why was she thinking about New York, Molly asked herself. It was the very last place she wanted to be. Now, Copenhagen was her kind of town. Clean, exciting, and chock full of handsome, blue-eyed blonds. All she had to do was pick one out for herself.
Molly spent the next five minutes enjoying the passing parade, her eyes following the attractive, healthy-looking men and women who strolled past her bench. She gave special attention to the single men, for the idea of being dicked by a Dane had started her pussy purring.
Three whole days it had been since her last lay! She wanted a man, a horny, well-hung one, to welcome her to Denmark, where sex was enjoyed to the fullest without shame. If she sat here for awhile, well, sooner or later, that man would show.
And show he did. Molly perked up immediately when she spotted him, and flashed a smile his way. She kept her eyes on him as he walked to where she was sitting, and at the same time quickly noted his vital statistics: Young, tall, at least six-one, lean but strong-looking, blonde hair and blue eyes. The perfect Scandinavian stud, thought Molly.
"Would you be so kind as to allow me to share your bench?" asked the youth with a smile.
"There are others, you know," Molly said teasingly.
"But you are not sitting on them," the youth parried.
"Are you going to flirt with me, and try to seduce me, Mr.-"
"Lars. Lars Olafson is my name. And yes, I think I am going to seduce you. You are a very beautiful lady. American, yes?"
"American, yes," said Molly with one of her sexy smiles. "Now, do sit down and let's chat."
This, then was the start, Molly hoped, of something super-sexy. She and Lars chatted for more than an hour, during which time, Molly learned that her potential partner in lust was a university student working his way through school by performing in pornographic films.
This piece of news pleased Molly, since to her way of thinking, anybody working in blue movies just had to be a better-than-average lover.
"Sounds like very interesting work, Lars," the runaway housewife said with a smile. "Just how did you get started in pornography?"
"It was easy. I just answered an ad in the newspaper."
"An ad? You mean somebody actually-" Molly left the thought unfinished, forgetting for the moment that she was in the land of sexual permissiveness, where pornography was legal and enjoyed without fear of punishment.
The youth chuckled. "Yes, it is no big thing here in Denmark. We do not take sex as seriously as you Americans. Quite a few people earn extra money from pornographic films."
"How many have you acted in?" asked Molly, the crotch of her panties damp with her secretions.
"Only seven. My sister Else, has worked in ten."
"Your sister also does Porno films?" Lars smiled. "Yes, and she is very good. My sister is, how shall I say-"
"An exhibitionist?"
"Yes. She loves to show off her body. She is a very sexy girl, also."
"How old is she?"
"Nineteen. Two years younger than me."
"I'd like to meet this sister of yours."
"That can be very easily arranged. In fact, if you like, we can drive out to the farm now. My car is parked just down the road," said Lars.
"Did you say farm?"
"My sister and I have lived on the farm all our lives," explained the Danish youth. "We like the fresh air and caring for the animals."
"I guess it could be fun."
"Now it is mostly hard work," said Lars, looking a little sad. "Things have not been the same since our parents died."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lars. When did it happen?"
"Eighteen months ago. My mother and father were-" The handsome youth left the sentence hanging, and smiled brightly. "But it is much too nice a day to be thinking such sad thoughts, Molly. Why don't you let me drive you out to the farm to meet my sister?"
"Okay, let's go," smiled Molly, draping the long strap of her bag over her left shoulder.
Lars turned out to be a fast, but not reckless driver. With the expertise of a professional, he maneuvered his plum-colored 1099 Fiat through the city traffic and out onto the country roads. During . the drive, Molly imagined herself the star of a really dirty sex flick. So excited did she become that she almost peed in her pants.
But the time they arrived at the farm, which consisted of a small white frame house, a red barn, and several chicken coops, Molly was ready to hitch up her skirt, push down her undies, and let Lars lay her on the spot. She controlled herself, however, and followed Lars as he led the way to the small house.
No sooner had he pushed open the screen door, than Lars was yelling for his sister.
"Else! It's me, Lars!"
There was no answer and so he tried again. "Else, where are you? Are you home, Else?"
Molly shrugged. "Guess she isn't here, Lars. Maybe she's at the University."
"No, Else doesn't have classes today," said the youth. "Come with me. I think I know where she is, and what she is up to."
Molly followed Lars through a small, cluttered living room, past the kitchen, and into a small hall, at the end of which, on either side, was a door. Lars poked his head into one of the rooms, and then seconds later, turned to smile at Molly.
"It is just as I thought. Here, take a look."
Lars stepped aside and Molly stuck her head into what was a bedroom. There, on the bed, was an exceptionally attractive, golden-haired female, lost in a world of her own. The girl was stark naked and playing with herself. One hand was squeezing a tit, while the other kept busy massaging her golden snatch. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly.
"Looks like we arrived at the wrong time. Let's go back into the living room and wait until she's finished."
"Nonsense. Else won't mind us interrupting."
"Are you sure? Won't she be embarrassed?"
"Else is never embarrassed. Come, we will bring her back to reality."
So saying, the youth walked into his sister's bedroom, and called her name. Then he was shaking her roughly and informing her that they had company.
"What?" the dazed girl stammered, opening her eyes. "Oh, Lars, it's you."
"Yes, and I have somebody here who wants to meet you."
"Leave me alone. I was building up to such a nice come."
"You can come later." Lars motioned Molly, who had remained behind at the bedroom door, to join him at bedside. When Molly was standing next to him, he said, "This is Molly Lawford. We met at Tivoli Gardens."
"Molly Law-oh, you're beautiful," smiled the super desirable Danish girl, her blue eyes radiating warmth.
"I knew she would like you, Molly."
"Hi, Else, you're beautiful yourself."
"Come to bed," purred Else, squeezing her breast and stroking her warm, pulsing pussy. "We can help each other come. Please."
Molly looked at Lars, and then again at the young female masturbating on the bed. Never before in her life, not once, had she even considered the idea of sleeping with another of her sex. It wasn't that lesbianism revolted her, nor was she afraid of discovering some truths about herself if she permitted the caress of another female. She just couldn't imagine that a woman's touch would be as pleasurable, as thrilling, as the fierce, bone-jarring thrusts of a rock-hard prick in her vagina.
But Else, soft and lovely and vulnerable Else, was causing her to re-evaluate her thinking, Molly realized. For one thing, Lars' sister was extraordinarily beautiful. She was a slim, long-limbed lovely, with firm shapely tits, and a smooth flat tummy.
But there was something more. Else had an ethereal quality, an airy, angelic presence. Lying there in bed, a soft, sensuous smile bathing her smooth, unblemished face, she seemed so innocent, so precious. And yet, at the same time, there was something sad and maybe even a little tragic about Else.
"Why don't you do as she asks?" said Lars.
"Yes, I want to," Molly said softly, keeping her eyes on Else.
Working quickly, the black-haired beauty slipped out of her clothes, removing her brown blouse first, then her white skirt, then her brassiere and her brown walking shoes, and finally, her cream-colored briefs. When she was naked, she climbed onto the bed, and snuggled close to the Danish girl.
"Have you ever been with a girl before?"
"Never," said Molly. You'll have to show me what to do."
"There is nothing to show. You are a woman, so you know what pleases a woman."
"I want to eat you, Else. You are so beautiful," said Molly, stroking the girl's angelic face.
"We will eat each other. I want to lick up your juices and smell your passion."
Molly brought her face close to Else's, so close that their lips brushed. And then, the two were kissing, their moist tongues entwining in tender embrace. It was sweet, thought Molly, so gentle and undemanding. How different this kiss was from the kind men usually gave her.
Else broke the kiss and then, pushing herself to a sitting position on the bed, proceeded to work her way downward, arranging her body so that it straddled Molly's. Carefully, as if she were drawing apart the petals of a delicate flower, she pried open Molly's soft, wet cunt lips with her thumbs.
"Oh, yes, lick me," Molly said excitedly.
"And you will eat me."
"Yes, of course," promised Molly, staring up at the golden-haired snatch hovering over her face.
Else, no novice when it came to performing with another female, inhaled the musky scent of Molly's passion. Now she lowered her head and pressed her beautiful face into Molly's steaming twat, her tongue snaking from between her lips to commence a lazy licking of Molly's sex slot.
The runaway housewife moaned her approval and struggled to keep her hips quiet on the bed. A moment later, she was looking up at Else's dripping pussy, and running her tongue over her lips in anticipation. Never before, she realized had she been this close to a cunt.
She could see everything. Else's beautiful blonde bush, her pouting sex lips, which were gooey with her sticky secretions, and up above, the lovely red taut pussy, and further down below, nestled between those creamy-smooth taut buttocks, Else's pretty little asshole. Then, too, there was the stimulating smell of the girl's need.
"Go ahead and do me," said Else, somewhat impatiently. 'I am doing you.
"Yes, all right," breathed Molly, bringing her hands up and placing them flat on Else's delectable behind.
Lifting her head off the pillow, the raven-tressed beauty pushed her face up into Else's sodden snatch and started licking away at the teen-ager's secretions, her searching tongue digging as deep as possible into her partner's love hole. This was another first for her, Molly realized happily. A brand new and exciting experience. Else's pretty young twat tasted simply delicious.
From his position at the side of the bed, Lars took in the lewd proceedings on the bed. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, a faintly sardonic smile basking his smooth complexioned face. He always enjoyed watching two attractive females have at each other.
Pleasing his sister, meant a great deal to him. Of course, it wasn't just to delight his sister that he had brought Molly home. He wanted the shapely American woman, too. Just thinking about her lips hugging his hard-on, her squishy cunt clasping his thrusting root, was causing his lust to build.
With Lars watching, Else and Molly continued to please each other orally. Truth was, they had all but forgotten their audience of one. They were too busy licking and munching each others' tasty twats.
Since Molly's experience with cunnilingus was nil, she was obliged to follow the younger female's lead, and to rely on instinct. Thus is was that when Else sent her tongue in tantalizing swirl up to Molly's inflamed and swollen clitoris, Molly reciprocated, sending her tongue to explore the Danish delight's sensitive love button.
Lars continued to watch the women enjoy their wicked sixty-nine until his pecker, which was struggling to swell in the confines of his jeans, started to hurt him. Then he undressed, tossing his things onto a nearby chair while keeping one eye on the naked pair in bed.
The time had come, he thought, to remind the females of his presence. Bare-assed naked and sporting a firm erection, he stepped close to the bed, and ordered his nineteen-year-old sister to stop chewing on Molly's cunt. When Else failed to respond, she reached down with his right hand, and grabbing a handful of her long blonde hair, pulled her up and off Molly's wet womanhood.
"Oww!" groaned the Danish beauty. "That hurts, Lars."
"What else can I do when you don't listen to me?"
"Why do I have to listen to you?"
"Because I want you to crawl around between Molly's legs."
"Why?"
"Because I asked you to, that's why."
Else gave a little shrug, and then climbed off Molly and twisted around until she was on all fours between Molly's spread legs. She waited, thinking that maybe Lars intended to fuck her from behind, while she went down again on their guest.
"Now, Molly," smiled Lars, "how would you like to suck on my organ, while Else is eating you? Does that sound nice?"
"It sounds very nice."
"Good, then we will begin."
"Can I continue, Lars?" asked Else.
Lars smiled. "Yes, you may continue, Else."
Having been given the green light, the tempting teen-ager wasted not a second getting back to work. In the blink of an eye, she was in low crouch between Molly's legs, her angelic face plastered to Molly's smoldering snatch. And then, she was driving her experienced tongue into the older female's hot, sticky hole, steering it up to Molly's swollen, pulsating clitoris.
Lars, meanwhile, climbed onto the bed, and straddled Molly's chest, his buttocks flattening her scrumptious breasts as he settled on those fleshy cushions. His blood-thickened manhood now throbbed inches from Molly's mouth, the plum-shaped head grazing her chin.
"Are you ready, Molly?"
"I want it, Lars," said Molly. "Stick it in my mouth."
Lars didn't need a second invitation. Lifting up off Molly's breasts, he took hold of his meaty member, with his right hand, and as she opened wide for him, dipped it, into her yawning mouth.
He let go of his root and placed his hand on the pillow above and a little to the right of Molly's head. Braced now on hands and knees, he looked back and down between his arms, and thrilled to the sight of the beautiful woman sucking him.
"That's it, Molly. Suck it nice. Take as much of it as you can."
Molly was doing exactly that, of course. She gobbled greedily, with whorish delight, her head lifting up off the pillow and then, a second later, dropping back down onto it, as her tightly pursed lips slid up and down the hank of flesh. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed repeatedly as she worked on the fat, juicy, and altogether delicious dong.
Still busy down below, of course, was Else. Ignoring what was going on above her, the girl with the dreamy eyes munched merrily on Molly's sodden snatch, her talented and tantalizing mouth never still as it snaked in and out of and all around the older woman's hot hole.
Molly, needless to say, was in seventh heaven. With a cock to feed on, to suck to her heart's content, and with the lovely Else down there, tonguing her twat beautifull, there was nothing else she needed to be happy. Well, maybe one thing. A stiff cock plunged to the hilt inside her vagina would be nice. She wondered how long it would be before Lars decided to fuck her.
As things turned out, it Wasn't long at all. Only a couple of minutes, in fact. Molly was surprised but not angered by the sudden removal from her mouth of the prick she had been sluttishly sucking, for she knew that Lars was now ready to plant his rod deep inside her well-licked cunt.
Having pulled his saliva-coated pecker out of Molly's mouth, Lars swung around, and pushed himself up out of the bed. As soon as he was on his feet, he ordered Else to stop tonguing Molly's cunt so that he could couple with her.
Else, remembering how her brother had yanked up her hair last time, obeyed almost instantly.
"All right, now I am going to fuck her," husked Lars, obviously excited. "Get off the bed, Else."
"What am I going to do while you're screwing her?" asked Else.
"Play with yourself," said Lars.
"No, wait, I have an idea," said Molly. "If you take me from behind, while I'm crouching, then I can eat Else at the same time."
Lars grinned lewdly. "Yes, I like to do it doggie-style. It is a good idea."
"I like it," said Else.
"So then what are we waiting for?" asked Molly, eager to feel the hard thrusting of Lars' tumescent tool in her pulsating vagina.
"Get on your hands and knees, Molly," ordered the youth.
Molly did just that, quickly and enthusiastically. And as soon as she was on all fours, facing the headboard, an eager Else took her place on the bed, arranging herself so that she was sitting, legs spread wide, facing Molly. The Danish beauty placed her hands behind her and leaned back, thereby propping herself with arms extended full length.
Now it was Lars' turn. Climbing back onto the bed, he quickly positioned himself directly behind Molly, his hands reaching out to clasp the taut half-moons of flesh that were her buttocks. A moment later, he was directing his bloated manhood on target, pushing the drooling head between Molly's flowering cunt lips.
Then he shoveled his cock into her, in one swift, sudden thrust. Molly let out a moan of pleasure, and rolled her bottom back against Lars. She could feel his wonderful tool throbbing inside her, waiting there in her hot, mushy vagina like an aroused live thing ready to strike.
"Now go down on Else, Molly," ordered Lars, flexing his root in the black-haired beauty's snug cunt.
Molly dropped into a low, servile crouch, and then, without delay, burrowed between Else's warm, creamy-smooth thighs, her face pushing right up against the Danish girl's sopping wet womanhood. She drove her tongue between Else's cunt lips and wiggled it furiously.
"Mmm, that feels good," crooned Else, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes. "Eat me, Molly, eat me all up!"
An unsmiling Lars started working his bloated pecker in and out of Molly's syrupy sex canal. He fucked easily, almost lazily, his strokes long and smooth.
He was pleased to discover that Molly, who he knew was at least ten years older than himself, had a vagina that fit around his cock like a glove. He had half-expected to plunge his rod into a cunt stretched too often by thrusting peckers.
"Fuck harder, Lars," Molly suddenly called out, pausing in her lewd labors to demand a more forceful fucking. "Do it faster, please."
"She wants it harder, Lars. Give her what she wants."
"What does she want, Else?" asked the good-looking youth as he speeded up the tempo of his thrusts into Molly's slushy womanhood.
"Cock," grinned Else.
"You know what you are going to do later?"
"Tell me, big brother."
"You are going to suck my cock."
"Yes," said the teen-age beauty. "As soon as you take it out of her, I'll suck it."
"You, Else, are a very wicked girl."
"Harder, Lars," moaned Molly, interrupting the conversation. "Drive it into me."
Else looked down at Molly who was once again slobbering over her golden-haired snatch. Then, as a wicked little smile blanketed her face, "I want to introduce her to Hans, Lars. She will like him, I'm sure."
"Can't you forget about Hans for a minute. You are always thinking about that silly pig."
"Molly will like him," insisted Else. "You see what a very sexy woman she is."
Molly was too busy licking and sucking Else's slimy cunt and enjoying the thrusts of Lars' swollen cock to pay any attention to what the two were saying. Her enthusiasm might suddenly have waned had she realized that Else, angelic, child-like Else, was planning to introduce her to, and watch her couple with, a two hundred pound pig named Hans. Then again, maybe it wouldn't have.