Chapter 4
"And that's about it, Miss Castille. I've been on my own for a year now. For the past six months I've been staying with Lolly and Brian Oates, Margo's twin brother and sister. Margo's a stew working for Global Airlines out of Miami. Lolly and Brian's parents died in a car crash six months ago and their cousin, Chet, was appointed their guardian. He lives with us too."
The beautiful, dark-haired woman didn't say a word. She just sat quietly listening intently to every word I said. I'd been talking almost nonstop for an hour, but she never once broke in to say anything or to comment on anything I'd said. But her eyes had mirrored sympathy and understanding and I'd begun to feel that a bond of trust and friendship was building between the two of us.
"Anyway, I've been attending art school and the money I've been getting from my mother just can't cover everything. So when I saw your ad I figured that your baby-sitting service might be just what I needed to earn some extra bread. So, here I am! I hope you'll be able to use me, Miss Castille."
"Call me 'Honey,' Cindy. 'Miss Castille' makes me feel my age and, besides, after hearing the story of your life, so to speak, I feel like we're friends."
Her voice was low, husky and very sensual. While she filled me in on the details of the "Honeysuckle Hotline"-the name of her exclusive, high-priced baby-sitting service-I took the opportunity to give her a really good once-over. I've got to confess that what I saw evoked some feelings of physical attraction on my part. In spite of her remark about "feeling her age," Honey Castille was one of the most incredible-looking women I'd ever seen.
She was about thirty-five, but she could have passed for a woman in her early twenties-if it wasn't for her eyes. They were deep green, penetrating and definitely belonged to a woman who'd been around and knew the score about life in general.
But it was her face and body which held me spellbound. She wasn't pretty in a conventional Hollywood starlet-like way. She had a large, exquisitely curved mouth and a set of lips which any guy would have to think were created for the sole purpose of giving head. Her jet-black hair was long and had a tendency to fall in soft strands around her oval-shaped face. She didn't look Oriental-but rather more like one of those ancient Egyptian princesses who I'd seen in history books.
Since she was wearing a very skimpy silk jumpsuit which was tailored to accentuate every curve of her body, it was hard for me to look at her and listen at the same time. But I tried!
She had high, free-standing breasts with large pink nipples which poked against the sheerness of the jumpsuit. They seemed to be begging to be sucked and kissed and I began to flash back on the scenes that had gone down between me and Margo since that afternoon she came to fix the air conditioner.
During the past year, whenever she had a layover in Los Angeles, Margo and I had been getting together-and getting it on! Not just the two of us, mind you. We had a lot of groovy scenes with a lot of dynamite studs, but the sight of Honey Castille's luscious body brought to mind the one-on-ones between Margo and me.
Honey caught me daydreaming and grinned. "I'm not boring you am I sweetheart?" she purred.
"Not at all, Honey," I blushed. "It's just that..."
"It's just that you've been checking out my bod--and you've been digging on it, right?" She said it as a statement of fact-not as an ego-tripping remark. I couldn't help but like her openness and honesty. I nodded my head and she laughed: "Well, that's normal and healthy."
She resumed her rap about how she has to screen her prospective baby-sitters very carefully. "Not only do my girls have to be well-groomed, attractive and honest," she noted, "but they also have to have-how can I put it?-a certain personal sense of togetherness when it comes to life in general." She chuckled. "Is all this confusing you?"
I shook my head. "I think I can dig exactly where you're coming from, Honey," I replied a bit shyly.
She looked at me long and hard with those dynamic green eyes. Then she smiled. "Good. I had a feeling about you, Cindy, the minute you walked in the door. And my instincts are usually pretty right on." I smiled with warmth. This woman had a certain hypnotic quality about her which I found exciting and appealing.
She went on talking about the way the "Honeysuckle Hotline" operated-and I went on listening and stealing glances at her magnificent body. It was as though my eyes were divorced from my brains though they just had to drink in her physical beauty.
Her jumpsuit was zipped and the zipper was open down to a point just above her navel. Even though it was summer, she had an incredibly deep tan. Her stomach was as flat as a board and I wondered if she worked out much to keep in such good shape. It wasn't until a bit later that I found out just how much of a working-out her sexy body received on a regular basis!
Her waist was tiny and it tapered out in a flare which accentuated her supple hips and long, slender legs. My eyes were drawn to her pubic mound which jutted proudly and prominently against the thin fabric of the jumpsuit. I could even see her thick, bushy pubic hair, which was every bit as jet-black as the hair on her head.
It suddenly dawned on me that just looking at this woman had made me a little wet between my legs, and I squirmed around on my chair. I tried to maintain my composure, but Honey Castille wasn't one to miss a trick.
"Shit! I'm sorry, babe. We've been sitting here for hours. Getting a bit uncomfortable?" She spoke these words in a very serious, sympathetic manner, but her eyes were jumping with a kind of teasing lilt to them. She knew fucking well that she was getting me hot, but she was very hip and totally cool about it all.
She looked at me for a long, searching moment and then went on speaking as if everything were still on a strictly employer-employee basis. "Well, that's about it, Cindy. You get three dollars an hour-plus tips which are damned good-and there are certain ... ah ... fringe benefits if you work out as well as I think you will." She shot me a quick, hooded, probing glance.
I decided that the time had come to get a few things out into the open. "What kind of fringe benefits are you referring to, Honey?" I asked with a certain boldness in my voice. '
She grinned. "I knew you were something special." I grinned back at her. "Well, for one thing, I sometimes let a couple of my girls live here if they want to. And I'm sure you noticed the pool when you arrived. All my girls have pool privileges and, for those who dig a little weed or a little booze-well-there's always plenty around."
"Sounds like a great set-up," I said enthusiastically. "I did see your pool. It's the biggest one I think I've ever seen as a matter of fact," I added. "To be quite honest," I continued, "your mansion is out of sight!"
She nodded her thanks. "But it was dusk when you got here. Wait until you see the grounds during the daytime. As for the inside-why don't I take you on a little tour?" She paused for a moment. "That is," she added, "if you've decided to become part of my little family."
I was really excited. "Do you mean it? Do I really meet all your requirements?"
Honey chuckled-and, for the first time, allowed her eyes to quite openly look me over from head to toe. I guess she liked what she saw, because I saw her tongue snake out of her mouth and lick her lips ever so subtly. "You meet all the qualifications and more," she said.
I detected a little added huskiness in her voice and I knew that I turned her on, too. Looks like being a member of the hotline is going to be a ball! I thought as she got up out of her chair and extended her hand in my direction.
Impulsively I reached out, took her hand in mine, and together we left her sumptuous "office"-which was more like a very swank den for the grand tour.
I won't bore you with the details, but needless to say Honey's home was really some kind of castle! "Mansion" just didn't do it justice. There were rooms everywhere.
As my eyes widened at the sight of such elegance, opulence and sheer wealth, Honey rapped quietly about her own life.
I had guessed her age correctly. She was thirty-five. She had been born and raised in Dallas, but lived in Beverly Hills for the last ten years. This explained why her Texas drawl wasn't too evident. Her father owned a large oil company and had married her off to some Texas stud who turned out to be a sheep in wolfs clothing-". . . an out-and-out pansy in disguise!" as she put it with a laugh.
After divorcing the dude she moved to LA and married a very rich cat who was about twenty years older than she. Two years later he was gunned down by a jealous husband who found him munching away on his wife's pussy. "His pecker went stiff at the sight of anything living that didn't have one!" Honey recalled with a chuckle.
Anyway, to make a long story short, he left everything to Honey and she was set for life. She'd set up the "Honeysuckle Hotline" as a kind of a diversion-something to keep her busy and active. How busy and how active I was soon to discover!
"Well, that's the whole enchilada!" she said as we walked down a long hallway which was hung with erotic tapestries depicting every conceivable sexual position two (or more!) people could ever hope to get into. They were really lifelike and I've got to admit that the tapestries added fuel to the slow fire which had been building inside my body ever since I set eyes on Honey.
Honey had noticed my obvious interest in the wall hangings. "They're a gas, huh? I picked them up on a trip to Thailand a few years ago. One look and I was hooked-had to have them. Cost me a small fortune but they're worth it." I nodded my approval.
We had stopped in front of a large, oaken door. "I saved this room for last," said Honey. "It's my own bedroom-and it's my pride and joy. Would you like to take a peek?"
She didn't wait for an answer, as if realizing intuitively that my reply would have been in the affirmative. She opened the door and stepped aside to let me enter first.
I had figured that her room would be something special, but I simply wasn't prepared for what I saw. It was mind-blowing! The floor was covered in ankle-deep, chocolate-brown carpeting which set off the rich, gold-flecked wallpaper. In the middle of the room, on a raised platform, stood a giant water-bed. At each corner of the bed stood enormous speakers, and an elaborate quadraphonic stereo and tape rig was built into a cabinet at the head of the monstrous bed.
Honey stood quietly to one side, watching intently as my senses took in the incredibly elaborate scene. Walking closer to the bed I gasped when I saw that the waterbed itself was transparent and, was illuminated from within by lights which kept changing color! As I sat down on the edge and tentatively bounced up and down on its warm, squishy surface, Honey silently put on a record.
As the lush, symphonic sounds of the Moody Blues poured out of the speakers--at a conversation-permitting volume--I lay back on the bed with a luxurious sigh. Honey, meanwhile, had fiddled with a dimmer switch and the lights in the room slowly disappeared. But the lights in the bed itself cast a warm, kaleidoscopic glow throughout much of the now darkened room.
I closed my eyes, basking in the sensual delights' of Honey's private inner sanctum. My mind went tripping with the music and I imagined that I was being licked and sucked all over by a giant, pink tongue. It worked its way into every nook and cranny of my body, and I could feel my love juices begin to churn and ooze their way down my pussy and into my already slightly matted bush.
"It is a far-out playroom, isn't it?" Honey's soft, husky voice brought me out of my fantasy world. I opened my eyes and found myself staring right into her incredibly green ones.
"It's out of sight!" I agreed.
There was dead silence for a moment. Then Honey smiled gently and ran her hand along the length of her gorgeous body. "Mind if I join you, down there?" she said.
That did it for me. I knew this moment had been coming since she had started giving me the "grand tour." I reached up and put my arms around her neck and gently pulled her down onto the bed with me. "It's your bed, Honey," I giggled. "I don't see how I could hog it all to myself."
Honey laughed and we began to roll slowly around and around on the heated, rolling surface of the waterbed.
"This bed must be turned up to like nine!" I exclaimed.
"If it's too warm for you ..." Honey began. I didn't say a word. I looked at her and started peeling off my tight little "ENJOY COCAINE" tee-shirt, the one Papa Jax had given me as a joke a few weeks before he split.
As the cotton shirt slid up over my tits-which had filled out rather nicely in the last year-I heard Honey gasp and whistle under her breath. "You've got beautiful breasts, Cindy! Absolutely beautiful!"
I blushed at the compliment, considering how incredibly stacked she was herself. It was no small compliment as far as I was concerned. "Thank you, Honey," I said in a half whisper.
The tee-shirt became stuck around my neck and Honey helped pull it over my head. Then she gently put her warm mouth on mine and began kissing me in a slow, languorous manner. It drove me wild! I kissed her back and tentatively darted my tongue into her oral cavity. She frenched me back, and for several long, horny minutes we explored the depths of each other's mouths with our moist, almost frantically searching tongues.
Honey's soft hands crept down to my tits and she began giving them a massage that was so sensual, tender and arousing that all I could do was to go limp and moan with the increasing pleasure. My tongue attacked her mouth with a mounting frenzy, stabbing in and out like a hard dick in a moist cunt.
I could barely keep from screaming with desire as Honey's fingers toyed with and flicked my hardening nipples. "Oh Jesus! Sweet Jesus! I love it!" I moaned against her sweet mouth. Honey's head slid down my neck, licking, sucking and swirling all the while, and came to rest on my boobs. As she started flicking her serpent-like oral member around and over my heaving, taut titties, I threw back my head and began shaking it from side to side. The woman was incredibly skilled in the fine art of loving, I thought. She could even teach Margo a few tricks-and I flashed that she just might get the chance!
When Honey's hand began tugging at the top of my skin-tight jeans, I realized that she was still fully dressed. "Turnabout is fair play," I murmured, and Honey laughed with delight.
"Get it on, sweetheart! GET IT ON!" she said.
So get it on I did. My hands were literally shaking with desire as I pulled the zipper on her jumpsuit down as far as it would go. I reached my hands inside and scooped up a ripe tit in each one. After squeezing and massaging her hard, large and heaving melons for a few minutes I tried to pull the jumpsuit over her shoulders. But I couldn't do it fast enough to suit Honey.
"Here, baby. Let me help," she groaned with mounting passion. In one amazingly facile movement she stripped the jumpsuit off her body and then lay on her back, totally nude, writhing and panting. "Get those fucking jeans off!" she hissed. Between the two of us we shucked my tight pants off my equally palpitating body, and then we were both lying there side by side.
Honey reached over to turn the music up a little louder and then fiddled with another electric switch. All of a sudden the waterbed began to ripple in a gentle to-and-fro motion. "A little help from our friends!" giggled Honey as she shot me such a lust-laden look that it sent shivers down my spine.
Still taking the lead-which was fine with me. Honey spent a good ten minutes licking and tantalizing my hot body from top to bottom. A couple of times I tried to reciprocate, but she just smiled and whispered, "Plenty of time for that. Just relax and enjoy!"
It wasn't hard. That woman was skilled beyond belief! She must have spent five minutes alone just exploring my sensitive navel with licks and swipes of her long, red tongue. I was squirming around like an eel and suddenly, with a prolonged groan of delight, my first climax came over me, spreading liquid fire throughout my bod. I intensified the orgasm by snaking my own hand down into my crotch and rubbing my hard little love button like a woman possessed.
"GO! GO! GO!" urged Honey, never once letting up with that wicked tongue of hers.
"OH SWEET FUCK! COMING! COMING! COMING SO HARD!" I screamed in lustful abandon. My back arched, my body swayed from side to side and Honey stayed with me like a human leech.
The soaring climax was so intense that my mind completely divorced itself from the reality of the moment, and my head was filled with the most insane fantasies.
The first one was both awesome and horrific. Thousands of tiny black and gold snakes with six-inch tongues were flowing and crawling over my entire body. Their tongues darting about like millions of bees, the tiny snakes made their way into every orifice of my super-charged body. They slipped into my steaming cunt, into my ears, my navel and even my mouth.
Then they disappeared and my fantasy changed abruptly. Six tall, handsome black men were dangling their foot-long dongs ever so close to my body. Their giant pricks began rubbing and poking, rubbing and poking all over my twitching epidermis. It was sensational! As the fantasy took, on even greater dimensions, I imagined that all six pricks were trying to invade my mouth at the same time. I opened my oral cavity as wide as possible to let them in. I sucked and sucked and sucked until I thought I would pass out from sheer exhaustion. Finally they withdrew and seconds later they were all attempting to work their way into my cunt and puckered little asshole.
Three pricks forced their way into each opening, and I began screaming with pleasure so intense that the dream seemed totally real.
Then the pricks pulled out and were dangling close to my body as before. Suddenly they began to spurt what seemed like quarts of hot, gushing jism all over my body. I ran my hands over my come-slicked body and moaned.
Honey's husky laughter brought me out of my orgiastic head trip. She was reveling in the juices which were flowing like some small but powerful river out of my steam-heated box. During my fantasy her licking and sucking had brought forth another roaring climax, and Honey was enjoying the fruits of her passionate labors.
I don't even remember her moving down to my delta-which indicated just how incredibly intense my fantasies had been! But she was there for real, lapping up my oozing vaginal liquids like some lust-crazed dog in heat. "TAKE EVERY DROP! SUCK ME DRY!" I begged between moans and gasps.
Honey obliged with a vengeance. Her tongue licked in and around every individual hair on my quivering cunt. Then, with a rush which completely took my breath away, her long, lingual member thrust its way up, up, up into the deepest recesses of my honey hole. The muscles of my channel were contracting so fiercely that I heard Honey gasp as her tongue was squeezed to the point of pain by my clasping cunt.
This went on for a number of seemingly timeless minutes and I'm sure I came at least two more times. But Honey didn't seem to be tiring in the slightest. She took everything my body could give-and gave as much in return. She reamed out my cunt so thoroughly, so sensationally, that I flashed that nobody-man or woman-had ever eaten me out so perfectly. It was glorious!
The shivering and shaking of my body began to slow down and, eyes tightly closed, I luxuriated in the feelings which lingered on and on. Finally, after several long, quiescent minutes, I was at peace; totally satiated by Honey's wildly erotic ministrations. I grinned and sighed.
Then I opened my eyes to find Honey lying flat on her back, relaxing after her vigorous workout on my supple young bod. She was listening to the music, her eyes closed, and a faint smile traced its way across her full lips. I started to say something, but my attention was caught by a beautifully carved mahogany "stash box" built into the side of the bed. The little wooden doors were open and I guessed that Honey must have opened them while I was off in the sexual dreamland of my climactic afterglow.
Curious, I looked inside. Neatly arranged inside the "stash" were several small vials of scented body oil, a number of exquisitely rolled joints, and the most sensational vibrator I'd ever seen. It was a pliable, rubber duplicate of a long, thick penis-with balls! The balls seemed to be filled with some kind of liquid.
I took out the vibrator-dildo and examined it closely. It had a tiny OFF-ON switch mounted at the base of the testicles and, as I'd suspected, the testicles were indeed filled with something. Still exploring this delightful little (well, not that little!) sex toy, I hesitantly squeezed the balls. I giggled as a thin stream of liquid spurted out of the tip of the rubber prick and onto my hand.
Tentatively I snaked out my tongue and tasted the fake come, fully expecting it to be water. To my surprise it wasn't water, but diluted honey! It tasted great. I giggled out loud and Honey opened her eyes and grinned. "So you found my little toy, huh? What do you think of it?"
I ran my hand up and down the length of the lifelike prick machine. "I think," I said with a smile, "I think it's about time for a little tit for tat."
Honey grinned even wider and spread her arms out wide in a gesture of total submission. "Come and get me!" she whispered.
I reached into the little stash box and took out one fat joint and a vial of the body oil. I lit the joint, took several long, satisfying drags and then handed it to Honey. She too sucked greedily on the weed. "High grade Columbian Gold," she mused. "Nothing but the best for Honey and her family," she winked, blowing perfect smoke rings into the air.
I hit on the joint a few more times and then butted it out in an ashtray. being careful not to ruin the roach. "Waste not, want not," I giggled, feeling the grass doing its speedy work on my mind and body. "And you're right," I added with a lazy grin, "this stuff is super-shit!" I spoke these words with a little slur and looked down at Honey. Her body seemed to be in a constant state of motion, although she herself was lying perfectly still. The rainbow-colored lights inside the waterbed were doing crazy things to my mind. I relaxed and let myself flow with the feelings.
After a few minutes I picked up the vial of body oil and removed the cut-glass stopper. Holding the bottle a few inches from Honey's body I began letting the sexy-smelling love beads drip ever so slowly onto her beautiful torso. In a short time I'd dripped the viscous fluid over the entire length of Honey's supine form.
"Now for the fun part," I murmured, and began spreading the oil over every inch of her taut, sensitized skin. As I started to massage the oil into her pores, Honey began to squirm ever so slightly. By the time I had worked the oil into every curve, every indentation, every opening, the woman was moaning softly and squirming like an eel in heat.
"That feels so fucking wonderful, Cindy! You've got great hands. Simply great!" she whispered.
I put a little extra oil in the palm of my right hand and homed in directly on her prominent pubis. I worked the oil into her jet-black, curly pubes and then spread open her labial lips gently with my fingers. The underside of her pussy lips were a bright red and they glistened with a mixture of body oil and vaginal fluids.
I toyed with her clitoris, which sprang to life immediately. As I massaged her love button I couldn't keep myself from gasping at its size. Honey had the largest clit I'd ever seen-a good inch long in length. As I worked slowly and tenderly it began to jump and twitch like the miniature penis that it was. Honey let loose with several hissing gasps and arched her pubic mound hard against my loving hand. I was really getting her hot! I guess I've become pretty good in the past year, I thought.
Slowly I began working my middle finger into her cunt. At first I was a little surprised that, at thirty-five, Honey's hole was so damned tight! It's almost as tight as my own, I thought with amazement. But the thought passed quickly from mind as my finger got down to business.
I bored into her steaming pussy, making my finger move in a corkscrew-like motion. It evoked a series of erotic whimpers from the woman lying beneath me. Her sounds only served to quicken my own excitement and soon my middle finger was joined by two others. It was tight going, but it didn't take long for her snatch to accommodate them easily.
I began thrusting my fingers in and out with increasing speed and, despite the music, I could hear her juices sloshing around inside her creamy box. "GO DEEPER! DEEPER!" she implored. But my fingers were in as far as they could go.
My grass-fogged brain suddenly flashed on the electric dildo. It was a good ten or eleven inches long and more suited to what Honey wanted done to her than my own hand. I reached over for it and turned it on. Instantly the supple rubber prick began to throb and vibrate in my hand.
I directed the head of the "Widow's Lifesaver" (Papa Jax's teasing nickname for such instruments) to Honey's now gaping hole. I teased her a bit, letting the pulsating rubber dong do its work on the outer lips of her cunt, and on the erect clitoris which seemed to be begging for attention.
It became instantly apparent why Honey had expressed such affection for her little "toy." As it hummed and buzzed its way in and around the lips of her pussy, Honey began to shriek with utter abandon. Her arms flailed about spastically and her ass began to gyrate, slowly at first, in circular up-and-down motions. As I teased and tormented her inch-long clit with the dildo the woman began to literally bounce around on the waterbed. "GIVE IT TO ME! FOR CHRIST'S SAKES-SHOVE IT INTO MY CUNT!!!" she screamed.
I let her wait a little longer, since it was obvious that Honey was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. With a howl she arched her back off the bed and, for a moment, it seemed as though her entire body was suspended in mid-air as the waves of erotic sensation and complete bliss coursed through her glistening body. The sight of Honey's writhing, twisting body, coupled with her moans and screams of pleasure, reactivated my own sexual desires.
But it was Honey's turn, and I wasn't about to deprive her of a single moment of ecstasy. So, just as she began to come down from her first creaming climax, I thrust the electric dildo into her gaping love hole.
It slid in quickly and easily, the orgiastic fluids having turned her tight cunt into a slippery, totally accessible channel. I obviously wasn't giving it to her fast enough since she started heaving her ass up against the enormous rubber prick. "SHOVE IT IN HARD!" she hissed.
I quickly did her bidding. Holding the dildo by its liquid-filled balls, I shoved it in until its entire eleven-inch length had been greedily swallowed up by her clasping, contracting cunt. My God! I couldn't believe that any woman could handle that much prick-rubber or otherwise!
But handle it Honey did. She set her ass in motion again, thrusting with a passion and need that was getting me hotter and hotter by the moment. With the balls of the dildo grasped firmly in one hand, I started matching her thrust for thrust. Honey stopped screaming and started moaning like a woman possessed. It was such a horny, lust-crazed sound that my own tight little hole began to dilate and contract of its own free will.
The faster I rammed the dildo home, the faster Honey responded with bounding up-and-down strokes of her ass. At one point I drew the electric marvel almost entirely out of her juicy box and then rammed it all the way home with a vengeance. The rubber testicles slammed up against Honey's exposed anus, and the force of the thrust caused the beautiful woman to let out a loud, high-pitched fart. I burst out laughing, remembering how the same thing had happened to me while receiving a particularly inspired and energetic fucking.
As I continued driving the surrogate cock in and out of Honey's hole, I was just about ready to give in to my own horniness and treat myself to a little finger-fucking when Honey screamed "QUICK! SHOVE YOUR FINGER UP MY ASS! I'M GETTING READY TO COME AGAIN!!"
My own desires would have to wait for a while, I thought to myself as I dipped the fingers of my left hand into the sopping pussy of the now bug-eyed Honey. Then, my middle finger good and wet, I gently pushed it against her brown-ringed, tightly puckered anus.
As soon as Honey felt my finger push tentatively against ber rectal orifice she jabbed her ass straight up with a quick, powerful motion. My finger was instantly buried to the hilt in her rectum. I started moving it around and around and Honey gasped with pleasure.
At the same time my right hand was pounding the dildo into her gloriously oozing pussy with a speed and intensity which, judging from the look in Honey's eyes, was driving her out of her mind. I could feel her entire body start to quiver and I knew that her second orgasm was only seconds away.
Then it started. In total abandon Honey spread her long, tapered legs as wide as she possibly could. Her gaping, red-lipped cunt was a sight to see as it snapped open and shut over the dildo. On the out-strokes I watched openmouthed as her pussy leeched onto the rubber prick in a desperate attempt to keep it lodged firmly within its reeking depths.
Honey's moaning rose to a banshee-like wail as the full force of her climax hit her like the proverbial ton of bricks. Her head was moving puppet-like from side to side and her mouth was wide open. Her eyes took on a vacant, glazed look and I knew that she was experiencing an orgasm that far exceeded her first in terms of its sheer intensity. "MORE, CINDY!!! MORE! MORE! MORE!" she screamed, her ass beating out a tribal sort of drum beat as it banged against the gently rolling water-bed.
Instinctively I knew precisely what to do. I jammed the rubber dong as far into her steaming channel as it would go and then I began squeezing the liquid-filled balls as hard as I could. I imagined that, despite Honey's cries and moans, I could hear the diluted honey as it spurted from the end of the dildo and bathed her super-heated pussy with its soothing warmth.
Honey's bucking and bouncing began to slow down and she started to whimper like a child. Her .orgasm had been that intense! I slowly withdrew the electric dildo from her hole and she lowered her hand to her crotch as if to stop me.
"Don't worry, Honey," I crooned. "It's not over yet!" She smiled up at me, her eyes mirroring her understanding-and anticipating the pleasure still to come.
I have to admit that I felt a thrilling sense of total power as I gazed at her lying there-a willing victim offering herself up to me completely. I put the dildo back in its mahogany hiding place and then slowly bent down until my face was mere inches from her still palpitating pussy.
Extending my tongue I slowly began to lap up the great quantities of mingled Honey-come and honey which had poured out of her and down over her tanned thighs. It tasted incredible! The thought flashed through my grass-tinged mind that honey was definitely better for you than sugar, and I started giggling hysterically.
I stopped my slurping and looked up at Honey,, my entire face covered with the wet, sticky mixture. "Honey is definitely better for you than sugar!" I giggled, my words coining out slowly and rather slurred.
Honey laughed with delight. "You are really something special, Cindy. I don't find that many fantastic lovers who also have a hip sense of humor. You're dynamite!"
I smiled my thanks and once again lowered my face into her crotch. There was still a fair amount of the delightfully organic sex syrup to be had and I was raised as a member of the old "Clean Your Plate Club."
I took my time polishing off the rest of the pungent nectar. With quick, tantalizing darts of my tongue, I licked my new lover clean as a whistle. Needless to say she enjoyed it as much-if not more-than I did.
When I finished Honey stretched out her arms in an inviting gesture. I moved up the length of her glistening body and snuggled against her. For a long time we just lay there, basking in the warmth of our furious lovemaking, and listening to the seductive sounds of the music. Occasionally Honey would tenderly stroke my boobs or run her hands down the supple curves of my body.
At one point Honey reached over, snared the unused roach and lit up. We shared the remaining weed, which was just enough to send a golden glow throughout my mind arid body. I had never felt quite so relaxed-or at home. Home, I thought, I can't stay with Lolly, Brian and Chet too much longer. They'd been super, but I knew the place was a little too small for the four of us. I began idly thinking about finding a place of my own, but my mind wouldn't concentrate on one thing long enough for me to figure anything out. Maybe....
My nodding-out was broken by the soft caress of Honey's full lips as they traced little circles around the nipples of my tits. "How would you like to move in here, Cindy? That blue room would suit you perfectly, I think.''
Her words startled me. It was as though this beautiful, loving woman whom I'd met only hours ago could read my mind! I opened my eyes and gazed into her face. "Do you really mean it, Honey?"
She chuckled warmly: "One thing you'll learn fast is that I always mean what I say. How about it? Does the idea appeal to you?"
Impulsively I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. "Of course it does," I whispered. "I'd love to!" I added. "But I'll have to get my things together and tell the kids."
Honey grinned: "We can take care of all that tomorrow. I'll have my houseboy, Joseph, drive us over in the morning." She smiled a trifle slyly: "Anyway, if your choice of friends is as good as I suspect it to be, I know I'm gonna want to make their... ah ... acquaintance."
I nodded my head and again began to slip into a lazy, dreamlike state. "I don't know how to thank you, Honey," I whispered.
"Don't worry," she said in that sensual, husky voice, "You already have."
As the music, the grass, and the warmth of the waterbed began to lull me to sleep, I was vaguely aware of Honey's mouth as it, began working its way down over my breasts to my belly-and lower. The last thing I remembered was the exquisite feeling that came over me as her silky tongue tenderly licked away at my throbbing clitoris and then began to inch its way into the warm recesses of my moist pussy. "Honey! Oh, Honey!" I crooned. "Oh yes, Honey, yes, yes yes...."