Chapter 2
"I feel rather sleepy darling," Eva Bronson said to her husband Jerry as they sat on the Terrace of the Beverley Hotel, "I'd like to go to bed."
"Sorry dear, I haven't been very good company tonight," apologized Jerry.
"That's alright darling-let's go to bed."
Eva Bronson climbed into the twin bed in the room she was sharing with her husband. Something's definitely wrong with him, she thought, Oh God! I hope I'm not losing him, I just couldn't bear that!
Jerry Bronson waited until his wife's sleeping pattern was even and he knew that she was finally in a sound sleep before he climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the window. The strains of a party from the cabana were quite loud, even through the closed doors. The frustrated young husband knew that he couldn't bear it any longer. I'll just take a casual stroll down there, he mused and see what's going on.
He slipped into his clothes and moved stealthily out of the room, and down into the main lobby of the hotel. The usual activity was going on in the bar and the rest of the hotel and he walked nonchalantly out of the main door into the warm night air. If he was lucky he could catch a glimpse in through the uncurtained window, he couldn't see into the window from the hotel but he knew that if he could hang out by the papaya tree it would give him a bird's eye view into the cabana.
The first sight that greeted him was a native girl, completely naked being pulled from the first room he saw into out into some kind of hallway. His curiosity was aroused ... what was going on inside the house?
Then, positioned by the papaya tree he could see into Tina Renaldi's bedroom and only a few seconds later she walked into the room wearing a flimsy negligee, her firm, full breasts spilling out in front. Jerry almost felt as if he could reach out and touch her ... then he saw a man enter the room wearing only a pair of shorts, he saw him pull off Tina's robe until she stood completely naked, her back to the window. Jerry took in her long, tapering back down to her buttocks where he saw two sensuous dimples and then the soft but firm broadening out ito the loveliest ass-cheeks Jerry had ever seen.
He saw Tina begin to kiss the man firmly on his lips and then begin to pull down his shorts. Oh God! I wish that were me, Jerry groaned inwardly to himself. In contrast to her jet black hair and dark eyes, Tina's skin was milk white, her waist was very tiny, her stomach flat, her breasts were thrust out and the nipples were a pale rose-pink. Her wide fleshy mouth with wet voluptuous lips was licking and kissing the man's naked torso now and Jerry watched as his big cock suddenly sprang to erection. Suddenly Tina was on her knees, the top of her wet tongue slowly moistening around the tip of the man's monstrous cock and squeezed it. She was fondling and playing with it, caressing and stroking it, talking to it, pursing her lips and blowing a kiss as it grew bigger, swelling in her hand. Slowly, her tongue out, looking up at the man standing above her, she worked the foreskin back, revealing the smooth, rubbery looking head.
Jerry was sweating now, he watched as she slid his cock slowly in and out of her now widely ovaled lips, taking almost the whole cock into her mouth and squeezing with her mouth so that the man's face contorted with pleasure and his hands went down to the top of her head and grasped her thick black hair.
Jerry was rubbing his cock through his pants now and wishing that he were that man in the room. He watched and saw the man's buttocks begin to move, to pump his thick shaft in and out of the voluptuous woman's willing and hungry mouth like some great tight-fitting piston. Jerry could hardly believe his eyes as he saw the muscles in the man's arms bunch and grow taut as he held her head and face in place and began actually fucking her in the mouth as though it were a smooth, hairless cunt, his cock thick and glistening from her saliva as it pulled out before savagely thrusting inward again.
Tina, far from resisting, was slipping her hands behind the man, cupping his buttocks in her hands and spreading the cheeks so that her fingers could find his anus and caress it while he fucked into her face, her lips sucking hard on his cock. With her index finger in his anus and the man reacting, sweating, his face wild and contorted, he fucked her harder. Jerry thought he would pass out now from frustration.
Suddenly he saw the man threw Tina back, knocking her onto the floor where she fell heavily, her legs spread wide open, her cunt now a hungrily throbbing pink slit glistening with moisture in the dim light.
The man fell on top of her naked body and seizing one of her desire-hardened breasts in both of his hands he kneaded and pinched the nipple, then took it in his mouth to suck and bite on it while the voluptuous woman, her legs spread, raised herself on one elbow so that she could look down at his face while she smiled and ran her tongue around her lasciviously opened lips.
Jerry Bronson couldn't stand another minute of his frustration, he had to grab his own cock. He unzipped his fly allowing his throbbing rod of male flesh to spring out into the air. God, he thought, it's hot and hard. He began slowly stroking it as he watched the man's head and hands move to Tina's other breast and attack the other nipple as the woman hungrily watched, shifting her head so that her other breast sprang free, quivering with the nipple pointed and tight.
Now, as Jerry watched, slowly stroking his cock in his hand, feeling it grow big, bigger than it had ever been before; so big that the foreskin pulled back and the head popped free and swelled to stretch the skin around it. Jesus, he thought, if only I could fuck her just once!
The man was beginning to lick Tina's breasts all over, slipping down her shapely torso, sliding down to where his naked buttocks were right up against the window and Jerry had to kneel up on his knees, his cock out and in his hand, in order to see.
Jerry could hear her pleasurable groans even through the glass. He no longer cared if they could see him. An orgasm, built up through months of abstinence was building up in him. He could feel it coming, but he continued to stroke his cock, helpless in the feeling of pleasure as he watched her firm rounded hips begin to rise and fall in a lewdly grinding way as the man licked her stomach, her pubic hair and the fleshy, beautifully molded insides of her thighs.
In a trance Jerry watched as he saw her hands slide up to her rib cage to cup her huge breasts and softly caress the nipples as the man's tongue licked all around her cunt, then, as he felt himself trembling, Jerry watched as her fingers trailed lightly and lasciviously down over her stomach to play in her pubic hair, then lightly, softly, her fingertips rested on the outer surface of her swollen vaginal lips and, Jerry watched, eyes bulging wide, she slowly spread them, revealing the pink insides with the tiny, distended clitoris and the warm moist entrance to her cunt. Jerry felt his heart thumping so loud he was afraid they'd hear inside and it was hard for him to catch his breath as he watched the man put his mouth and tongue over the tight pink little hole and begin to lick and suck noisily, the wet sluicing sounds drifting teasingly out the window to Jerry Bronson's unbelieving ears.
Tina Renaldi reacted as if a bolt of electric current had been shot through her body. Her head was thrown back, her arms flew out, her long, lovely back curled up off the floor and her legs folded up, the knees bending the legs spreading so that the whole of her loins were exposed as the man greedily sucked and licked her cunt while his finger probed for, found, and teasingly wormed home into her tiny, working anus. The woman reacted with a shudder, then, biting her tips she rolled and writhed and squirmed her body around lasciviously on the impaling finger while the man sucked on and on and Jerry, outside moaned out his frustration into the silence.
Then, with all her strength, Tina Renaldi pushed the man from her body and the two of them scrambled to their knees.
The man tried to drag her to the bed and they broke apart in the mad scramble onto the mattress. Tina wrestled with the man, getting him to lie on his back on the bed and she, kneeling, her long jet black hair flowing, sucked on his hardened cork while her hands ran all over his body. Then she pulled away and swung around lifting one long shapely leg and crouching over the man; one of her hands then reached between her legs and seized the man's cock and guided it into her liquid hot cunt. It slipped in smoothly and wetly and then Tina kneeled above him and held her breasts in her hands, their pink nipples distended, and slowly, with cold-blooded lewdness, she began to grind her hips down onto the man's pelvis. Jerry watched her hips rotate and suddenly stop, squeezing the man's cock with her vaginal lips then letting her hips quiver in tormenting little spasms, then suddenly letting go, acting as if her buttocks were independent things of their own, squirming and rolling her hips to stop once again and then quickly slither down on the full shaft of the prick and then slowly rise up off it to plunge down once again and begin all over again.
Jerry knew the man was getting the fucking of his life; that no matter how old he might live to be or what he might experience in life, he would never forget this moment as Tina spread her arms wide and writhed like a python from the hips down and put her hands behind her head and fucked with all her magnificent animal energy.
A door opened in the corner of Jerry's eye and he almost had a heart attack, someone was coming into the room. No, not yet! he wanted to shout out. Nothing must stop his orgasm.
Nothing would-the intruder was a naked girl, a blonde-with a deep tan making her breasts and buttocks snowy white in comparison-who crept into the room and stood watching the hotel owner and the strange man fucking before slipping to the bed where she lay on her stomach next to the man and rose on her elbows and kissed the man on the mouth while he fondled the nipples of her breasts and Tina, above them, grinned down and fucked away at his cock below.
Jerry had never dreamed of such a sensuous and delightful scene. He felt his hand wet and knew that some of his impending ejaculation, some of his hot cum, had seeped out and made his hand slippery.
And he felt himself cumming alone, out in the night, hidden by the papaya trees like a peeping torn as he watched the blonde haired girl pull her mouth away from the man and look up, grinning a white grin against her tan, at Tina's firm breasts, swinging free, dancing above her. She got to her knees and took the slightly older woman's breasts in her hands and her wet mouth closed over a pink, willing nipple. Jerry's eyes flew to see the man's hand trailing up the inside of the blonde's tan thigh and saw her shift, spreading her knees so his fingers could find the soft, petal-like lips of her cunt.
Then Jerry came, cumming with a choked moan, his body convulsing as it seemed that sweet, white-hot energy swarmed though his helpless body and gathered to rush and gush out of his cock. His cum splattered uselessly on the leaves of a bush and he sank to the ground, feeling weak, his eyelids fluttering as his body twitched and settled into a boneless mass of putty, unable to take his fogged eyes from the scene that was going on, inside, on the bed.
Jerry had thrown all caution to the wind, he was still sexually excited, he found himself aroused in a way he had never felt possible before. His cock was erect again and he felt relaxed and lewd. There was no reason in his mind why this couldn't go on all night.
The occupants of the bedroom were much too involved in their fucking to hear any other sounds other than their own but there was someone in the house who had heard the strange gurgled sounds coming from the garden.
Professor Henry Rockwell, an old lover and close friend of Tina Renaldi happened to be burning the midnight oil in his room. He wasn't in the mood for an orgy, in fact he rarely got turned on anymore, it took something special for him to get excited. Not that it had always been that way, once upon a time he had fucked morning, noon and night, Tina had introduced him to such frolickings. Now however, he preferred to use his energy other ways ... it was great for those that wanted it, he preferred other things these days.
Casually he got up from his chair by the window and stepped through the french doors, he walked quietly, cat-like towards the corner of the house. Ah ... yes ... he smiled to himself a little amused ... I was right. We have a peeping torn, poor devil. He saw the man crouching beside the papaya tree, wildly masturbating, excited out of his mind.
Professor Rockwell smiled to himself, know how the poor bastard feels, felt like that once upon a time. Wonder if he's staying at the hotel, looks like a respectable sort of chap. He's probably married to some frigid bitch who won't give it to him, just like my wife-bless her dearly departed soul but she was a cunt when it came to fucking.
He knew from long experience that the scene through the bedroom window was driving the man out of his mind-he heard him give out a long moan as the first rumblings of his orgasm started to erupt and the Professor decided that he would leave the poor devil in peace.
Wonder who he is though, must check up on him in the hotel tomorrow. Handsome looking chap, not more than twenty-eight, brown curly hair, looks like a Harvard type. Tina will be most amused, she'll probably want to get him into the house for a fucking session sometime. That woman certainly is insatiable! Most extraordinary woman, he grinned lewdly to himself ... most extraordinary.