Chapter 1
There was nothing for Lori Cameron in her apartment, she knew. She looked on the place as a tomb, silent and lonely, and she was the mummy who would slowly suffocate in it if she didn't find some means to offset her loneliness.
She stretched catlike in her seat and lit a cigarette. The flight from Las Vegas was over before she had found enough time to rest up from her farewell party at Priscilla's. The party had been a drag. That is, up until a certain point-the point where she got acquainted with her bed partner for the night.
She had remained to herself for the most part. Her aloofness had been brought on more by a sense of loneliness than by intent; her heart still ached from the sudden divorce which she had gone through.
But suddenly she had felt the nipples of her breasts liven, tingle, and the longing between her legs rise slowly like a built-in radar signalling excitement. That always happened when some young man stared at her for any length of time.
The young man at the party had been no more than twenty-one or two, tall and so well built that his shoulders seemed to almost burst through the fabric of his light dinner jacket. He looked all muscle, lean and powerful and strong.
Mentally, Lori began to undress the man, allowing herself to dwell for some moments on what he had beneath his dark, tight pants. She tried to imagine what kind of tool he had. She pictured him naked, crawling over her eager body, kissing her breasts, then her stomach.
The young man was quite a stud, she assumed. Blond blue eyes, with a gentleness to him that she could read in his manner. He moved with an easy grace, sure of himself. His eyes twinkled.
Had she been introduced to this young man when she first made the rounds of the party? Probably not. She would have remembered him. He must have arrived late.
Lori moved straight toward his staring eyes. When she stood before him, she held out her hand gracefully. "I'm Lori Cameron," she said. "I don't think we've met."
"Lee Barnett," he responded, taking her hand in his. "I just met a whole lot of you just looking across the room."
She smiled. "And how do you like me without my clothes?"
He let his eyes rove slowly from her face down to her upthrust breasts, then back again. "Are they real or synthetic?"
"You're looking at the real me," she replied. She still had her hand in his and she could feel a slight pressure as he kept his eyes on hers.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked. He nodded toward the terrace. "We could go out there."
She nodded, smiled. "I'm drinking martinis."
On the terrace, they chatted for some time. Then, after Lee had turned to put his glass down, he reached out suddenly and put both hands on her shoulders. He drew her to him, and gently brought his mouth down on hers. In a motion that was hardly noticeable, his hands slid off her shoulders and cupped her breasts; this brought only a slight murmur from her. The pressure of his kiss increased, as did the massaging movements of his hands. He found the nipples through the material of her dress, squeezing them one at a time. Gently, firmly, he continued until Lori could feel the excitement rise in her, igniting the familiar fire of passion within her. Her head spun.
Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to her, reaching for him hungrily, hoping he would never take his hands away but keep them welded to her breasts. There was a desperate longing in her that made her body writhe in response to his caresses.
They broke apart finally.
"Ooh," Lori managed hoarsely.
"That sounds as though you approve," he smiled.
He took her in his arms again, kissed her. But this time the kiss was brief and his hands did not go to her breasts.
"I-I think we'd better go back inside," she said, standing up.
He stood up, looked at her for a moment, then slowly reached out to pull her to him. "We could go somewhere else," he said. He put his lips lightly on hers, brushed them back and forth. He pulled her gently to him, felt the firmness of her breasts against his chest. He slid his hands to the small of her back and drew her hips tight against his.
She felt the lump slowly expand against her body. There was a slow grinding motion that started without either of them fully aware of it.
"Let's get out of here," he said finally.
"You want to show me your etchings, I'll bet," she smiled.
Lee looked into her eyes, held her slightly away from him.
"Stay or go?" he asked.
"The party's a drag," she said.
They slipped away from the party within minutes.
In Lee's apartment, they sat through two drinks before he leaned over and kissed her. Then his hands went to work again, coursing over her lush body with long, caressing strokes. His hand moved out to the full taut surface of one breast and he felt her shudder. He squeezed it and brought the nipple back to hardness. Then he slowly unbuttoned her dress and ran his hand into the cup of her bra.
She made no attempt at coyness, but adjusted her body so that the material of her bra loosened even more allowing his hand full access to the golden mounds.
He dropped one hand and put it on her hip, then stroked the gentle curves for a moment. Then he bunched the material of her dress in his hand and pulled it upward and the dress was suddenly over her hips He slid his hand to the silk panties and got under the elastic and caressed the smooth flesh of her beautifully formed, curvaceous buttocks.
"Mmmmm..." she murmured.
He took his hand out when she started to move rhythmically against him. Her nostrils flared as she came in close against him and pressed her body to his.
It seemed like only moments had gone by and in those blurred seconds of time their clothing somehow got piled on the floor and they found themselves lying side by side on the bed.
He caught her in his arms and pulled the hot nakedness of her body to him.
"Mmmm, you're so nice," she cooed.
"You're quite something yourself."
Then the full length of her was pressed against him.
The satin smoothness of her thighs was tight against his muscular legs and body. His stiff, hot, throbbing cock was pressed against the softness of her belly.
"Ooh, you excite me so," she murmured.
Electric currents were running up and down her spine, sparking the kisses she was dabbing on his face, neck and chest. She moved with deceptive simplicity, with a precision in her compact hips, and with a rhythm that matched his to perfection.
He adjusted himself downward, easing her away slightly so he could place the shaft of his cock against her pussy. He could feel the hot nest of hair against him now, pressing against the soft, delicate underside of his hot shaft. He kissed her. He ran his tongue into her mouth and she wrapped hers around it.
She shuddered. Her hips made slight jerking motions against him. -
He pressed his torrid, rock-hard prick against her and made urgent little thrusts in return. His mouth went to one of her luscious titties. He took the nipple between his lips, then sucked on it briefly.
"God, I'm on fire," she hissed.
Her hand snaked between their warm bodies and took hold of his burning cock. She squeezed it, a hard pressure that made him suck in his breath. She squirmed around and nested the bulbous head of his throbbing shaft in the warm folds of her pussy. Then she stopped, savoring the feel of the hot head held between the lips of her cunt.
He teased her a little. He pushed forward, kissing her rapidly, then moved away. Her hand went to the cheeks of his ass and began working the firm flesh in a desperate, kneading movement. She tugged at him, pulling him tighter against her.
"Oh, baby ... please," she murmured. "I've got to have it."
He went to the other titty and licked the hardened knob. He held his hips slightly away from her demanding thrusts, keeping the head of his cock in her just enough to make her want him even more.
"Oh, please... please let me have it, lover," she cried.
"Ummm-hmmm," he murmured.
He adjusted his body between her legs, then took each of her legs and raised them so that they rested on his shoulders. Then he slid his hands under her, taking the cheeks of her ass and holding them firmly.
"Oh, baby," she cooed. "Oh, yes ... yes ..."
"Now we're going to fuck," he said hoarsely.
"Yes... yes ... fuck."
"God, your pussy feels hot."
He moved forward a little, felt the intense heat of her inner membranes press against his own hot shaft. He moved back and forth with quick, thrusting little motions.
Lori let out a low groan from the sheer delight of it.
He worked the muscles of his cock, expanding and contracting the glans. A small droplet of semen was added to the lubricant of her own slow-oozing fluids.
"Ooh ... what ... you do to me," she groaned in agonized ecstasy. "Oh, God... let me have it!"
He slid slowly into her then without stopping, sinking his hard cock into her until he could feel the wetness and hotness of her pussy against his balls.
She lay passive until his burrowing cock was entirely inside her. Her hands were on his ass, squeezing the flesh. She felt him quiver slightly and then felt the movement of his cock respond somewhere deep inside her. She twitched the inner muscles of her pussy, gripping him in a hot flesh vise, then releasing him.
"You know how to use that thing, don't you?" he smiled.
"I think it likes you."
Lori Cameron knew why she was a woman. She knew how to use the equipment she was born with. Ever since she could remember she had been well aware of the extreme pleasure that lay between her legs. And had been the aggressor as much as the passive member of the sex act
Now she applied some of the techniques she had learned over the years. She came up for him and tugged at his ass so he couldn't move away, then moved her entire midsection in circular motions. She folded her legs so that her knees were pressed against his sides. As she thrust up to him, her knees pressured him into a flesh damp that made him grunt.
He bent his head so that he could suck on her titties; then, as the passion rose in him, he rested his head beside hers. His breathing was heavy.
Are you ... ready yet?" she asked softly.
"Ummm-hmmmm," he returned.
"Let me have it now," she murmured, quivering slightly.
She sensed how near he was to exploding as his breath sucked in suddenly and his body trembled. She took a firm hold on the cheeks of his ass and began to move her hips so that his cock slid almost out of her, then was engulfed again with an urgent upthrust of her hips.
"I want to make you come like you've never come before," she whispered. "I want you to shoot all that nice hot juice in me ... way up in me. Oh, how I love it! It's so hot."
Then their sexual rocket ship went crashing into outer space.
With an agonized groan and a stiffening of his body, he drove his hot, slippery prick into her, matting his pubic pad of hair hard against her. His balls came forward with the thrust and were pressed against the sticky cavern of her lower cunt.
Like a million watts of power had been released inside of him, the motor neurons of his body sparking like unchecked lightning, he spewed the first giant load of his gray-white glue into her tensed love chamber. The searing fluid splashed into her and made her cry out in ecstatic agony.
He grunted from the demands of the sexual dynamo that took command of his body.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, my God!"
She clutched at his ass to capture every ejaculation of hot sperm. Her eyes were pinched shut and she rolled her head from side to side, moaning, murmuring.
Like two footballs, he held the cheeks of her ass and poured his loads of juice into her, grunting with each charge.
"Uhhhhhh-mmmmph ... Uhhhhh-mmmmph," he agonized.
"Ohhhh... Ohhhh-oooohhh ..."
"Ahhhhhh-hhhhh," he breathed at long last.
"Oh, lover," she murmured some time later. "Oh, my that was something. Ohhhh..."
And that was only the beginning. All through that night the two bodies found and enjoyed each other. To Lori, it was exactly the kind of night she enjoyed most.
Lee drove his head between her legs impulsively, licking at the moistened slit, taking the lips between his, nipping lightly at the hair around her pussy, then licking down below her cunt into the crevice of her ass driving her into a writhing mass of flesh with his agitated tongue.
She moaned softly while he sucked and licked on her. She directed his movements with slight nudges on the back of his head, by shifting her hips or raising her ass. She put her fingers into her pussy and held the lips apart while he licked the interior. She moved his head from side to side as his tongue washed over her entire crotch.
And then, when he was through and resting on her thigh, his face wet with the juices from her pussy and his own saliva, she shifted her body around so her face jay against his hard, throbbing cock. She just looked at it for some time, occasionally pulling it to her to lick the swollen head and then the entire length of the shaft in light, flicking licks that left him panting and squirming with desire.
"Oh, baby, baby," he groaned. "Come on, take it. flock on it for me."
"I will, darling," she said contentedly. She went down to his balls and took them in her mouth. Her tongue coiled around them and she sucked the entire bag for a time, then let it slip slowly out of her wet mouth.
He had raised his legs high in the air so that his asshole was exposed. His hands were pushing her head down toward it. He took hold of both sides of her head' and tried to force her face into the crack of his ass, but she pulled away.
"No ..." she said. "Not that way. I've never done that before."
"There's a first time for everything," he said.
1 know," she said. "But I don't do anything I don't feel like doing."
She took his huge cock in her hand and put her mouth over the enlarged head. She sucked the head for a few seconds. She took it out for a moment, swallowed, then slid it between her moistened lips. Then she began in earnest, letting his huge prick slip deep into her throat, lapping at the hot shaft vigorously, then letting it slide back out. She pumped on it with her hand, squeezing the small droplets of semen from him in a milking motion, then lapping them up eagerly as they appeared.
Finally, he patted her on the head and said, "Let's fuck some more."
"Yes, my mouth is getting tired," she said, letting the wet cock slide out of her mouth.
"Get on top. Squat over me," he ordered. "I like to drive it all the way in that way." His cock was so hard and stiff it was almost painful. He adjusted his body under her, and felt her hot juices surround his hot prick is he guided it into her.
She moaned softly as the spit-moistened rod slid easily into her waiting pussy.
He put his fingers into the wet cunt and brought it them up to his nose. He sniffed, then licked them. "I like the way you taste," he said.
He fucked her then. He held her ass and pumped her up and down on his cock. She rocked on top of him, her hands gripping his shoulders. Then she straightened her body so that she reach behind and under her to take hold of his balls. She liked seeing the tortured pleasure that stamped itself on his face as her hand fondled the warm sack.
She could not tell whether his low moans were of pain or pleasure but he did not try to stop her so she kept on. She lightened the pressure of her hand for a few moments, then tightened her grip as new passion swept through her.
His thighs went rigid. He pulled downward and then arched upward, as her hands continued rolling his balls, pulling them, raising them, pressing them into the lower portion of her pussy.
He moaned as the rising current came to the surface once more. Her face was contorted with the sensation that was racing through her. Exciting him like this sent new urgency through her. Her hips and thighs were already quivering and steaming, and now a thin sheen of perspiration covered their bodies. Her hips swayed rhythmically with the beat which their bodies had established.
"Faster!" she cried suddenly, raising up, then jabbing down again to meet him. She was in control of him, but not of herself now, for she had excited herself with the warm touch of his body and the fondling of his cock and balls.
Together, they rose to the heights of ecstasy.
Against his faint verbal demands, against his agonized groans, she jerked, jabbed, rose and fell, in a supreme effort to satisfy the raging fires of her passion. She worked for a long time, until she collapsed in a panting heap atop him. What few drops of come she had drawn from him slithered like a small silver river from the red lips of her pussy and drooled onto his slickened cock.
"Jesus," he gasped afterward.
"Ummm-hmmm," she murmured.
As she sat in the window seat of the plane, Lori recalled the events of the previous night and found herself becoming excited all over again. Her breasts throbbed against the fabric of her bra. She resisted the urge to massage the dull ache away, concentrating instead on her cigarette, trying to avoid the pain of what the future might hold for her. But the. thoughts crowded in anyway. Here she was, on her way back to New York with three years of marriage washed up on the rocks. She was only twenty-five, she thought, and had flubbed up a good marriage. What did she have to look forward to now? Only her teaching job, she realized glumly.
It wasn't that teaching high school literature was such a drag in itself. It was the kind of associates she had. Most of the teachers were older than she, and the few young ones there were did not travel in the same circles Lori did.
She sighed and looked out the window of the plane.