Chapter 3
In Carmel, at the stately Pine Inn, life went on as usual. There was the low hum of polite conversation in the dignified dining room as Filipino waiters moved among the tables with a deadpanned ease. In the cocktail lounge there was amiable laughter as men played dominos at the bar and lovely women sat at tables with their dates. The lobby was quiet, with the night clerk reading a copy of Life magazine and occasionally answering the phone.
Up in Mike and Marsha's room, things were different. The room was silent and only dimly lighted. Fresh strong drinks had been poured by Mike and all three had silently passed around and smoked a newly rolled marijuana joint. The room was hazy with smoke and warm. Sheila slowly licked her sensuous lips with a brazen tongue and slowly, languidly, raked her hand through her thick mane of black hair.
Mike and Marsha were on the bed together and she was watching them. Not a word was spoken. They looked at her but didn't say a word. They didn't have to ask her to join them on the bed, she soon would do so all by herself. They knew her and how lewd she could be, how wanton and truly abandoned she could act.
It had been a long time since she had acted in a salacious way. Sex with Scott was always accomplished with him on top and the lights out. Now she was watching Mike and Marsha stark naked with the lights dimmed down for a better effect. She was drugged and drunk and in a reckless mood. Still, her love for Scott stopped her. Tempted, excited, she feverishly licked her lips and watched.
Marsha was lying on her back, her magnificent body stark naked. Her big breasts spread apart in a lewd and inviting way. Her legs were slightly parted and Sheila watched as Mike's hand caressed Marsha's breasts, massaging them and pinching the already hardened nipples into still greater life. Sheila watched as his hand swept down over her slender well-formed stomach and slipped down to her jutting mound of Venus. Slowly, insinuatingly, his fingers played in her pubic hair, softly massaging the willing flesh underneath. Sheila felt her breath coming light and quick and perspiration forming on her face as she watched two of Mike's fingers slip down on either side of Marsha's vulnerable cunt.
With a low impatient moan, Marsha spread her legs obscenely wide, allowing Mike greater liberties. His two fingers slowly spread, parting the pulpy lips of Marsha's cunt, exposing the coral-pink wetness of her vaginal walls and the erectness of her tiny clitoris. Even as Sheila watched, Mike's thumb came down and carefully teased the oiled clitoris, rubbing it rhythmically, slowly teasing it into greater erectness.
The room was silent except for their breathing and the ticking of a clock. Slowly, lewdly, with a brazen delight, Marsha began pumping her hips back and forth in tempo to Mike's caresses. Sheila licked her lips again and glanced up at their faces. They were both watching her with depraved smiles. She started to get up but her body felt heavy and liquid. She really didn't want to go, but she felt that she must. "I've ... I ... I have to go."
"Stay," Mike whispered. "Just watch."
"Yesssss!" Marsha's voice was low and throaty as she slowly writhed, naked, wanton, already abandoned as Mike slowly plunged his middle finger up into the hot pulpy confines of her cunt. Sheila could see it disappear up to the first knuckle and how Marsha so lewdly thrust her hips up and contracted her vaginal muscles in order to capture the tantalizing finger.
"Stay," she whispered. "Watch us. I like it when somebody watches. I love it!"
And with that, she sat up and rolled over, crouching on all fours, her breasts juggling tightly under her body, her buttocks brazenly and salaciously exposed. Sheila had always thought that Marsha had beautiful buttocks. They were fully rounded and firm, and forbidden delights were hidden in the deep fleshy crevice between them. Marsha knew her ass was tempting and she arched the hollow of her back, thrusting it out toward Sheila in an evil, tempting display, inviting her to do whatever she wanted.
Sheila sank back in her chair with a little moan that could barely be heard. She would leave, she had to leave ... but ... she would leave in a little while.
Mike rolled over on his back with a low masculine moan, anticipating pleasures that were shortly to come. "It's going to be a great night," he whispered up to Marsha, crouched so obscenely over him.
Sheila looked at his body. It was a strong firm body, well-muscled and lean. And he had a big cock. She smiled, looking at his thick erect cock lying obscenely on his stomach. It had been a long time since she had thought in terms of "cock" and "cunt" and it felt good. "Cock." She whispered the word to herself. Mike's cock was big and thick and she knew what he could do with that thing. There had been times when he had literally battered her into submission with his rock-hard cock. There had been times when he had driven her into an ecstatic state of near madness with his wild plunging cock.
Now Marsha was crouched over him and her fingers were twining around the pulsating thickness of his penis and gently squeezing while she grinned at Sheila, silently seeming to say, "See? See how hard it is?"
Marsha lowered that depraved face of hers and her tongue slowly came out of her mouth, pink and wet and hot. Resting her weight on her elbows, she lowered her head and pulled his rigid cock upright with both her hands. Her tongue licked the air a scant inch away from the rounded and burgeoning head. Again Sheila glanced at their faces and saw that they both were turned to her, watching with knowing smirks. Then, as her eyes darted back to Mike's cock, she saw the tip of Marsha's hot and wet tongue attack the very end of Mike's cock, probing for and finding his own sensitive opening.
Mike's body jerked all at once and he let out a low moan as Marsha changed her position slightly and the flat of her tongue licked all around the bulging mushroom head of the prick. Mike moaned more deeply as Marsha's fingers slowly skinned the head free. It came out glistening thickly from her warm saliva. She played with it for a minute, gently stroking it up and down, pulling the skin back and forth like a tight-fitting sheath while her wet tongue flicked out, teasing the cock, lashing it with velvety wet blows.
Mike groaned again and his strong arms, corded with muscles, came down and his fingers tangled in Marsha's hair as his whole body grew tense and rigid. He wanted to fuck Marsha in the mouth while Sheila watched.
He wasn't to be denied for long. With a swoop, Marsha opened her hot wet mouth and took the massive throbbing head and locked her velvet lips around the shaft, capturing the cock as she gently sucked on it.
At the same time she did a further exciting thing: she spread her knees wide apart and moved her lower body around until her buttocks were thrust right at Sheila. Slowly, insinuating, lewdly, wantonly, she began to gyrate her hips and ass in a tempting way. Sheila could see her vaginal lips swollen with excitement as they moved in a pulpy and exciting way.
With a sudden cry of suppressed rage, Mike began fucking in and out of Marsha's willing mouth, thrusting up with masculine ferocity. Sheila watched as the huge veined shaft of his prick disappeared halfway into Marsha's mouth. Her tightly clenched lips seemed to disappear, rolling inward as her cheeks bugged slightly under the savage lewd thrusts. Her cheeks hollowed, giving her a wildly depraved look as he pulled out the wet thick shaft of his cock and her red lips rolled outward as she sucked hard and fought to keep the big bulging prick trapped in the hot confines of her mouth.
Marsha's body was twitching and bucking above Mike's cock as she sucked, her head bobbing rhythmically up and down while her hips undulated and gyrated. Suddenly her passion was too much and she tore herself free with a wild cat-like moan and turned around on the bed. Her head was facing Sheila now as she crouched over Mike, lifting one lovely leg and placing her knees on either side of his head. Mike reached up with his hands and cupped her wide, fanning buttocks with his hands and pulled her cunt down while he buried his face in her crotch and his tongue darted maddeningly in and out of her willing cunt.
Marsha was looking right at Sheila with a wild dreamy look on her face. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth hanging wantonly open as she moaned out her pleasure. Her hips were caught, trapped by Mike's hands, while his mouth ravished her cunt.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhh, baaaaaaaby!!!"
Sheila raked her hand absently through her long thick hair once again as she watched the thrashing bodies on the bed. Marsha, with a wild, depraved smile, turned her attention to Mike's rigid throbbing cock. She took it in both her hands and pulled the foreskin all the way back, exposing the bulging mushroom-shaped head completely. Her hot mouth plunged down over it, sucking rhythmically.
Sheila watched the two bodies writhe in their pagan depraved delight on the bed as they sucked and licked one another with wild abandon. Her hand darted out and snatched up her drink and she gulped down the strong, smoky whiskey as her two friends, naked, perspiring now with their effort and passion, writhed and undulated in a more abandoned way, reaching for a pitch of lewdness. Once there, once wild enough, once aroused and abandoned, Sheila knew what would happen. She sat slumped in a big overstuffed chair, powerless to leave, not really wanting to leave, secretly wanting something to happen.
It happened. The two of them-Mike and Marsha-got so horny and wild that they suddenly tore free from each other with animal moans. Their wild, bloodshot eyes and grinning faces turned once again to Sheila and they crawled, naked, like big talking cats, off the bed and across the room toward her.
Sheila was powerless to move. Her eyes almost closed as she let her head loll backward and her mouth open slightly. Her eyes were slightly out of focus as they seemed to surround her with naked hot flesh. Their hands were all over her body, fumbling with zippers and buttons as she let out a little moan.
They were unbuttoning the front of her dress, opening it down to the waist and reaching in and fumbling, moving her forward while their fingers expertly felt for the clasp of her bra and unsnapped it. Her breasts seemed to give a little quivering leap as they were freed and she found herself panting as they pulled the bra up and revealed the loveliness of her fully developed breasts to their view.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" It was a wild sound that came from Marsha's throat as she cupped the magnificently huge breast with both her hands and tilted it up, taking the pointed nipple into her mouth and gently sucking on it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss!!" Sheila couldn't help the cry. It felt ecstatically good, and her hips pumped slowly with a lubricious rhythm and desire. Marsha and Mike were on either side of the chair, bent over her exposed breasts. Mike gloated over their huge, billowing, thrusting, defiant loveliness. They were as big as ripe honeydew melons, and he took one in his hands and fondled it, teasing and pinching the nipple into a bulleted hardness all its own.
Sheila felt both their mouths biting and sucking at her nipples, and her head slowly thrashed back and forth on the back of the chair as their fondling and wet sucking mouths ignited the lust that had been so long pent up in her body. Her passionate desire had been like some leviathan sleeping, slumbering deep in her groin. Now it awoke and was ready to go on a rampage; now her lust was hungry, starving, and was crying out for satisfaction.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Her low moan acted as a signal to Mike. He abandoned the softness of her breasts and moved around to the front of the chair, kneeling and watching as Marsha, her mouth still locked on one nipple, let her hand move over to the other breast where her fingers tweaked the nipple. His teeth gritted, Mike slid his hands up the lovely curved firmness of Sheila's legs, feeling the silky smoothness of her thighs above the silk stockings. His hands traveled up under her dress and along the outsides of her ample and well-shaped thighs. He felt her hips that fanned out in such a tempting way. He felt her flesh shiver under his touch and saw her face contorted with repressed lust. He grinned to himself. Soon, in a few minutes, she would be like a wild beast, fucking for all she was worth.
His thumbs hooked themselves inside her panties and he jerked down, pulling the flimsy things from her. With an urgency, Sheila lifted her hips clear of the chair and, with an expert swiftness, Mike pulled her panties free. He pulled them free of her feet and tossed them over his shoulder. He crouched, watching Sheila begin to caress Marsha as her lust mounted. He watched the two wanton women caress each other's breasts as Marsha sucked at Sheila's taut nipples. Now, he thought, now comes the real fun.