Chapter 14
Jim Gregory found the pool game with Charlie Masters interesting. The man was a good player. He was enjoying himself at the resort away from his workaday world and its pressures.
Charlie talked a lot about himself during the game. He was fifty-five and he was married to a younger, attractive woman, Clarice, whom he identified as being thirty. "It's worked out," Charlie told Jim, "because we have a good working arrangement.
Jim smiled. "That's good, because you're as young as you feel"
Charlie nodded, "At times."
"Women, especially young women, are tempted, so I play this game with her and I know what's happening all the time," Charlie said.
Charlie kept ordering drinks as they played, and in no time Jim was feeling good.
"Why not come to my place and play some poker?" suggested Charlie.
"Okay," said Jim.
Clarice was an amazingly beautiful blonde and she seemed very happy to see Jim and Charlie.
Charlie smiled at her. "I made a friend. This is Jimmy Gregory. Jim, my wife, Clarice."
"Hi, Jim," said Clarice.
They played cards and Clarice seemed to be always around Jim. It made him nervous. She had on shorts and just a bandanna covering her big breasts, which flopped loosely underneath. She had beautiful long legs and an attractive round fanny.
She kept making drinks and Jim felt better and better. When the card game broke up, Jim sat down and Clarice sat down beside him. Charlie sat in a chair opposite them. Jim turned and was surprised when Clarice untied the back of her bandanna and let it drop so that it revealed her breasts with their cherry-pink nipples.
Charlie smiled at him. "Aren't they nice?" he asked the surprised man. "Yes, very," said Jim.
Clarice was near him, lifting one breast to his mouth. "Kiss it."
Jim looked at Charlie for reassurance. "Kiss it," Charlie urged. "It makes her happy."
Jim kissed one breast and then the other, then Clarice kissed him. He felt her hand go to his zipper and pull it open and then go in and search for his cock. He realized that he had come into a strange menage. When they broke the kiss, Clarice was jerking his prick and it was starting to stiffen, despite all the drinks that he had. She jerked Jim's tool as she fellated Charlie. It was interesting to watch her handle the two cocks at the same time.
Then she stopped sucking and lay on the bed.
"We're going to do a sandwich, Jim," she smiled, "You first."
She guided him so that he was flat on his back, and slowly she impaled the slippery hole on his erect penis and began to move on it. It felt good and Jim closed his eyes. The shock of the sudden sex had worn off and he was subscribing to the old theory, "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy."
He felt her cunt hairs about his stiff cock as she worked herself up and down on it. He felt her love juice lubricating her sex cavern. He opened his eyes in time to see Charlie with the lubricant, greasing his stiff cock. Then he watched her husband divide Clarice's attractive buttocks and slowly sink his cock into her asshole. Jim felt her belly tense and her pussy tighten on his cock as the prick went into her rear like an arrow.
"Yowwwwwwwwwccoccool" she sobbed.
She panted as the two cocks moved inside her. Charlie was gripping her ass for dear life and she was moving skillfully up Jim's ramming tool.
"I love this, I love this," she sighed. "Charlie ... you are so good to me."
Her cunt was narrow and Jim felt every movement of his tool in her pussy and every thrust of Charlie in her rear entrance. The woman was twisting like an electric eel.
"I like all this sensation," she gushed.
She quivered as Charlie seemed to go even deeper up her rear. Her pussy was sopping wet and Jim heard the squishing noise as she rode his cock. She was one mass of raging vibration. She moaned, sobbed, and screamed. Her pussy was fragrant and the odor mingled with the sweat in the room.
"Give it to me, darling Jim," she said softly. Then she moved her rear and cooed, "It's in to the hilt, Charlie lover. It feels so good."
Finally she got carried away and yelled, "Give it to me, both of you! I can take it, give it all to me!"
She moved and stiffened, and then she said, "I'm going to come!" Her cunt spasmed and she climaxed, and Jim felt his semen spurting upward.
She was moaning with pleasure as he shot his load in her. Then she sighed. "Oh, Charlie, you're going to come too, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, my dear," he gasped, and Jim felt him jerk as he jetted his load in his wife's shapely rear.
All three showered together and came out nude.
No need to get dressed yet, Jim told himself. They are still nude.
They sat in the front room and Clarice looked more lusty than before. "Did we shock you, Jim?" she asked, gazing at him.
"Nothing shocks me much today," he laughed.
"That's good," she smiled. "You see, I need a lot of love and Charlie understands this." She was on the floor by the couch playing with his balls when Charlie got up and got a drink. Then she peppered Jim's cock with kisses and it started to erect. She took the head in her mouth and began to suck it. Jim gripped one of her breasts and fondled it.
Sucking sounds filled the air and Charlie came back to his chair and sat down with his drink. "She loves to suck cock," he smiled. "Can't get enough of it. There are a lot of women like that today. You know years ago my first wife, Alicia, would not dare suck my dick. It wasn't the thing then, now it is."
It was very good. She was an expert cock sucker. Jim watched her breasts sway as she fellated him. He remembered that one woman had told him about a dream that she had where she strolled naked through a forest of pricks, alternately stopping to fuck and suck them She told him that she was on the last cock in the forest when she woke up.
Jim had a sudden spasm of pleasure and felt his come shoot in her mouth. She gobbled it down hungrily. Her mouth kept sucking until his cock was soft, and then she let it free.
She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with some coffee. She drank it, and then she went to Charlie and fondled his tool. It got erect and she took him to the couch and they went into a sixty-nine. Jim watched as Charlie sucked his wife's hole and she mouthed his cock.
It was an erotic tableau. Jim watched Charlie's tongue lick the furrow of her cunt and then enter it. Clarice was sucking his prick with her eyes closed. Clarice was a ball of pleasure balanced on a needle of desire. Charlie climaxed and Jim watched the man's wife eagerly swallow his semen. Then she quivered and Jim figured that she had come, too. They lay there for a few minutes more and Clarice got up.
"Everyone has some voyeur in them, Jim," she said. "Did you enjoy watching? I hope you're not all fucked out. You struck me as a real he-man."
She looked at him. "One night, we were in Carmel, and Charlie found this Negro. He was hung like a hot horse. He came in me and never lost his hard-on. We fucked and fucked. I never came so much in my life. The surprise was that he was bisexual and he sucked Charlie's prick. Charlie didn't want him to, because Charlie is straight, but I wanted to see him do it. His head bobbed and Charlie's tool was down in his throat when Charlie came. The guy swallowed it all. I wanted Charlie to fuck him in the ass and so did he, but Charlie wouldn't do it. Have you ever had a man?"
Jim shook his head. Clarice was holding his cock now and moving her hand up and down in it. It was starting to get hard again.
He watched Charlie. Charlie had another drink and was seated in a chair, his dick limp. He watched his wife impassively. She licked Jim's balls and then sucked his cock. It swelled in her mouth and she freed it. She got up and took Jim by the hand and led him to the bedroom. They passed Charlie and he was chinking his drink, unconcerned.
Clarice stretched out on the bed. She was electric with passion. "I want to be fucked, Jim, fuck me!" she cried out.
Her cunt lips quivered as he mounted her and fucked her slowly. Her eyes were shut and she groaned, and then he lifted her buttocks and put his finger in her asshole. He had never done that until he was twenty-eight and he had read about it in a book, how women liked to be finger-impaled while they were being screwed, and he tried it and the woman went ape, so after that he dispensed this luxury as much as possible.
She was unwavering in her desire for sexual satisfaction. She came as they screwed and he still poured his hot rod in to her. She was wet and still eager.
"I love your cock," she whispered.
I'm glad," he said.
"You have a nice big dick," she flattered him. "Fine," he replied.
"Does it turn you on when a woman talks to you like that?" she asked. "A bit," he admitted.
"Some men like it when I do that," she explained. "It excites them Do you like group stuff like today or does it upset you?"
"No," he replied, pumping his cock into her. "You're Charlie's wife and if he wants to share you, it's fine with me."
A look of sensual pleasure came over her face. "You like to fuck, don't you, Jim? I can tell."
Then she moved her ass faster and her cunt tightened on his rod and she sobbed, "I'm coming again!"
He began to fuck her wildly. He heard the door open and looked over his shoulder and Charlie was there.
Clarice was quivering again. "Shell come when you come," Charlie said. Jim kept fucking her. The pleasure was exquisite. She had a sucking pussy that seemed to draw all his semen up. He sighed and stiffened and spurted all his load in three hot jets into her pussy.
He could feel her heart beat as he got up from her trembling body. She looked at Charlie. "That was very good, Charlie, I enjoyed it," she said.
Jim moved toward the door and he turned and saw Clarice grip Charlie's limp dick and kiss it. She was on her knees and she licked and kissed and the dick stiffened. She began to suck it slowly and Charlie stood there with his eyes closed.
Jim went to the front room for his clothes. When he came back to the bedroom to say goodbye, Charlie was eating her. Jim waved at them and left.