Chapter 9
Lisa-Marie and Andrea were comparing notes at their weekly powwow in the midst of the crowds at Huntington Beach. As usual, Andrea had seen farracier action. Or at least Andrea was seeing far more variety, for Uncle J.T. often wandered on over to 'check up' on Lisa-Marie. There was one night she remembered with particular poignancy.
It had been a very hard day at work since she had had to prepare more rooms than usual due to some convention or other. So, after dinner, she had slipped out of her clothes and into a hot, foamy bubble-bath. She had her hair piled high atop her head, which accentuated the nice shape of her face. The heat from the water made her cheeks pinken. She sat and soaked in the water as she meditated on her nipples, which were poking out from the soapsuds. The bubble-bath was perfumed and she felt like some kind of Arabian princess.
The heat of the water drew out her ever-ready horniness so she was glad when she heard the front door open and Uncle J.T. call out, "Hello, kitten! Where are you?"
She had shouted out that she was taking a bath, which brought the handsome older man dashing in. "Ah!" he'd exclaimed as his eyes strained to see underneath the bubble-bath. He'd kneeled by the tub and had taken a washcloth and started to run it along her body. The combination of the heat from the water plus the feel of the washcloth moving over her breasts, along her stomach, thighs, and down into her cunt brought on a very strong surge of sensuality which Lisa-Marie had never before experienced. Usually when she was aroused, there was an almost harshly insistent aura that went hand in hand with the sexual feelings. But that night, she felt herself becoming very drunk with a liquid, erotic desire to be naughty. She was in no hurry to come as she wanted to be able to luxuriate in the pleasures of her hedonistic waves of lust.
As Uncle J.T. stroked her, she rubbed her smooth, wet body against his hand. Her green eyes were partially closed, while her lips were slightly parted. When he kissed her, her mouth was warm and inviting. Luckily, Uncle J.T. sensed that there was something different about Lisa-Marie that night. He pulled the plug and helped the naked girl out of the tub, foam and water running down her feminine curves. He patted her perfumed body with a towel as he studied her lovely nudity. She was quite open about letting him look at her, even seeming to him to enjoy displaying herself before him.
Uncle J.T.'s cock was bulging in his pants, but he also seemed to be in no special hurry to release his sexual tension. In a low voice he had asked her if she had something frilly to wear.
Lisa-Marie had immediately understood. She'd wrapped a towel around herself and had gone into her parents' bedroom for she had remembered something she had once found hanging in the back of her mother's closet-something which had deeply shocked her. It was the type of garment that some old-time burlesque queen would have worn. It was made out of red satin and trimmed with black lace. As Lisa-Marie pulled it on, she found it hard to believe that her mother probably wore the contraption for her father in the privacy of their mirror-lined bedroom. Which was another thing she hadn't really ever thought about-her parents had an awful lot of mirrors for people who seemed to be so uptight about sex. She turned and looked at her reflection in one of them. The red-satin undergarment was a kind of girdle-type affair which laced up the back. It only had half-brassiere cups so that her lovely round orbs were becomingly propped up but not covered. Her sweet pink nipples were large and spread out due to the hot bath, so she looked particularly whorish in the outfit. She had called to Uncle J.T. to come on into the room and help lace her up. He'd stood behind her and pulled the strings tight as she watched her small waist and curvy hips become even more alluringly defined. The red-satin lingerie ended several inches above her lightly -haired cunt. Garters hung down from it, so while Uncle J.T. sat on the edge of her parents' massive double-bed, Lisa-Marie pulled on a pair of her mother's good silk stockings. As she went back to the closet to put on a pair of her mother's spikiest high heels, Uncle J.T.'s eyes had watched her firm, well-rounded ass and the small amount of cunt hair he was able to see between her legs when she had bent over. She slipped the ultra-high heels on and then turned and struck a sexy pose. With her hair still piled high on top of her head, her large breasts jutting out and her cunt brazenly bare, she had really looked like a turn-of-the-century French whore.
Then they had just adapted themselves into a sort of impromptu play-acting with her pretending to be a very costly prostitute and him being the wealthy customer. "What would be monsieur's pleasure for this evening?" Lisa-Marie had haughtily asked as she stood before him in the outrageous getup. Uncle J.T. had, strangely enough, asked her to do some acrobatics, such as turning cartwheels and somersaults. For some reason, the way he looked at her as she performed these stunts was very exciting and almost frightening, for he seemed to have gone into a trance of lust-like she wasn't good old Lisa-Marie anymore but really was someone he was paying to pander to his sexual fantasies. So Lisa-Marie had done exactly as he had asked, her large, round breasts bouncing as she turned cartwheels, and her pink-slitted cunt appearing in a tantalizing flash between her long, firm legs.
He had also made her climb on top of a tall bureau and simply stand there with her legs far apart while he enjoyed the view of her exposed vagina and outward-thrusting breasts from below. All of this exhibitionism kept Lisa-Marie in a constant state of erotic arousal. She really liked to be looked at intimately. But then Uncle J.T. had embarrassed her by next requesting that she get onto the double bed and masturbate in front of him. She had at first balked at this for it was just too weird and, for some reason, she didn't want him to see how good she was at sexually stimulating herself. But he was adamant, even harsh, as he ordered her to obey him immediately.
So, feeling much shame and disgrace, Lisa-Marie had climbed down from the tall bureau (with Uncle J.T. not helping, just watching) and had gone over to lay down on the bed. He wouldn't let her slip off the spiked heels and he also wouldn't let her go and use her own bedroom since she felt strange about continuing this game in her parents' room.
Lisa-Marie never looked lovelier or more tempting than she did wearing that whorish outfit, with her creamy, pink-tipped orbs jutting upwards and her lightly -haired cunt so vulnerably exposed before him. She stroked her own breasts, as he had asked, and then had begun to toy with her own clitoris. It was very difficult, for she was already so turned on that the faintest stroke of her finger on her little nub of pleasure-flesh sent powerful waves of arousal wafting through her. She had initially been determined not to make herself come in front of the man, but once she touched her innermost womanly self, there just was no controlling herself. She closed her eyes and gave in to the wicked, electrified shocks of desire that she was giving herself and soon she had cried out as she had come, arching her back and tensing her lovely body. She had almost cried with embarrassment afterwards, but Uncle J.T. had been delighted. He had stayed in his role and had called her his 'naughty little girl' and had implied that she'd receive more for her shame. Then he'd made her give him a blow-job and had, right before coming, pulled out of her mouth and had shocked her by forcing her to let him fuck her up the butt. As he fucked her almost too-tight anus, she had found herself beginning to respond to the hot delight he was causing her. But then he came, leaving her with a nagging sense of being unsatisfied. Uncle J.T. was quick to guess that he'd left her in a lurch and so he had given her much pleasure by eating her pussy, licking at her cunt and stroking the insides of her thighs until she cried out her final orgasm for the evening, feeling totally spent and relaxed.
They had wound up their encounter by having a friendly cup of cocoa down in the kitchen.
"That's pretty good," remarked Andrea when her friend finished recounting her best-yet session with Uncle J.T. The two of them sat in silence for a while as they looked around Huntington Beach at all the tourists. Lisa-Marie felt good as the sun massaged her. She had on her daringest bikini of all-one which Andrea had had to talk her into buying. Her nipples were barely covered, and also the cut of the bikini top caused her breasts to be pushed up and together. Quite a few heads turned around to look at the two well-stacked girls as they sunbathed.
"There's Nigel and his snooty girlfriend," said Andrea casually. Her words caused Lisa-Marie's eyes to snap open and she looked frantically around to spot the blond college man. She saw Nigel and Nancy walk over to a bare patch of sand and spread out a towel. Nigel sat down, but the sleek, olive-skinned Nancy took off for the water with her boyfriend lovingly watching her every movement.
God, it makes me sick how devoted he seems to her, thought Lisa-Marie meanly to herself. Out loud she said, "Not only do I very rarely even see Nigel, since I'm working so much, but also every time I do spot him, he's with Nancy. They'll probably get married."
Andrea shrugged. "I don't know. Susie once told me that they argue all the time. Susie is the one who'll probably get married since she's never around anymore. She's always with her boyfriend." The busty girl cast a critical glance over at her friend. "Say, summer is almost over. When are you going to fuck Nigel?"
"Probably never," replied Lisa-Marie morosely. But she didn't really care about the handsome blond surfer-type anyway for she was still very obsessed with her gigolo.
"Chickening out? Breaking your vow to me?" Andrea arched her thick, dark eyebrows menacingly. "You should at least try. The worst that can happen is that he'll say 'no.' He's going to be flattered no matter what. You're not exactly repulsive, you know. Remember how much he seemed to be attracted to you out on that raft that first day? I say, go for it. Don't let me down. I've taken an awful lot of risks in approaching men and it seems like all you've done is sit back and let your pretty face and your tits do all the work."
Lisa-Marie felt a twinge of guilt because what her friend said was very true. She really hadn't taken any risks to her ego all summer long. "You're right. I've been an asshole," she admitted sheepishly. She looked back over to where Nigel was sitting. He had his back to her and he was still looking out to where Nancy was playing in the surf. His shoulders were very broad and by now he had acquired the dark tan she had always found so appealing. His dark-blond hair contrasted sexily against the brown of his skin. Yes, she was still very attracted to him. She felt her heart begin to flutter with terror when she realized that she was going to make herself just get up and go over and say 'hello' to him without any fanfare or further discussion about it. She had vowed she was going to try and, by God, she would. She'd rather try and fail than have Andrea taunt her for her wimpiness for the rest of her life.
"See ya," she said casually as she stood up and began to walk over to where Nigel was sitting. She heard Andrea give a low whistle of amazement. As she approached the young Adonis, she felt like she was going to have heart failure. It was just awful. The palms of her hands felt cold and sweaty and she suddenly felt like the geek of the century. All she could remember was how disdainfully he had always treated her throughout the years when she had had a hopeless crush on him. He was always the aloof, unobtainable fantasy figure. What the hell. She cleared her throat as she approached him in preparation for saying a casual 'hi.'
"Hello, Nigel." Luckily, her voice didn't come out in a squeak.
He looked up at the curvy girl. His blue eyes had little flecks of copper in them. Unusual. And his face immediately got an attentive cast to it. "Lisa-Marie," he drawled softly, and there was definitely a hint of flirtatiousness in his intonation. So far, so good. "Hello. I haven't seen you in a long time." His eyes lingered hungrily over her almost completely exposed bosom. And her breasts were much larger and plumper than Nancy's were. But so what?
Now what did she say? "Uh, I haven't seen your sister much lately. She's spending a lot of time with her fiance, I suppose." Lisa-Marie fidgeted. She felt awkward standing over Nigel, flaunting her body at him, as it were. But from the exuberant look on his face, he was really getting off on the prime piece of female flesh before his eyes. What a pig he was.
"Susie's off with her catch somewhere, yes," murmured Nigel.
Lisa-Marie had no idea what to say or do next. She looked over her shoulder at Andrea, who nodded her head encouragingly at her. She felt so dumb that all she wanted to do was get the absolute worst over with quickly and then just hightail it out of there. Then Andrea could console her and tell her how brave she'd been. Then Andrea would get the fuck off her back about all of this.
Lisa-Marie glanced out towards the ocean. She saw that Nancy had seen that she was conversing with her boyfriend and was swimming towards shore. So there was no time at all to waste. "Uh ... Nigel?"
"Yes?" Nigel shaded his eyes as he smiled up at her. He really did have nice teeth. "Well ... it's just that ... well," and then she said everything in a rush, "I've-always-had-thehots-for-you-and-if-you-ever-think-that-youmight-want-to-fool-around-just-let-me-know?Okay?-Okay.-Bye!" And she turned abruptly and stumbled her way back to the safety of her towel.
"I did it, Andrea. And it was terrible. Now don't ever mention Nigel to me again. I just want to forget that all of this ever happened." And she steadfastly refused to answer any of her friend's questions. She felt thoroughly mortified and she quickly gathered her things up and went home.
A few days later, however, Lisa-Marie's bravery got some results. Hand-delivered into the mailbox was an invitation to a party. Handwritten underneath the printed invitation was a note from Nigel which stated simply: "I'd really like it if you could attend this little festivity-Nigel."
Her heart beat out a quick rhythm of panic and triumph and she placed a quick phone call to Andrea who, of course, encouraged her to attend the party and kindly offered to go along and give on-the-spot moral support. So, a few nights later, Andrea came by in her parents' car and picked up an extremely nervous Lisa-Marie.
After much debate, Lisa-Marie had opted to wear a brassiere to the party, for the dress she had chosen was made out of such flimsy material that her breasts wagged this way and that whenever she moved. Also, she was scared to death of Nigel and what he would think if she were to flounce around braless. Supposing he'd only invited her to this party because he had felt sorry for her pathetic pitch for him? What if he'd told Nancy that she'd made a pass at him so that the olive-skinned woman would pity her?
But Andrea was in a fine mood. She looked very beautiful with her long, mahogany-colored hair hanging down her back, and she was wearing a tight cream-colored dress which she joked that she wouldn't have to worry about staining if she were to meet someone "nice" at the party. In an effort to snap Lisa-Marie out Of her coma of dread, she asked, "What is the easiest thing for a miser to part with?"
"I dunno," answered Lisa-Marie, in no mood for a dumb joke.
"His comb." Andrea sighed during the silence that followed this and soon had the car parked near the party house. "I wonder who lives here?" Neither of the girls had any idea whose party they were attending. But whoever's it was, they had to be plenty-rich tourists to have rented out this house because it was very extravagant. The girls had to flash their invitations to a tuxedo-clad butler before they were allowed to enter into the laughter and music-filled-mansion.
Lisa-Marie would have turned around and left immediately unless Andrea was there to grip her elbow and propel her forward. The people there looked like either preppie types or else successful business types. Actually these were the kind of people whom Lisa-Marie had been brought up to associate with. However, after working at the Barnaby all summer long, she had begun to prefer the more honest and unpretentious company of her fellow workers. She wasn't looking forward to an evening of polite one-upsmanship chitchat with strangers.
So far there was no sign of Nigel or Nancy, or, for that matter, much of anyone whom the two of them knew. It was mostly tourists. A balding man in a suit came up and began an inane conversation with Andrea. It was obvious from the way in which he was looking at the girls' huge breasts that all he wanted to do was to score with her. But Andrea rose to the challenge. This was one woman who really liked older men. Lisa-Marie watched forlornly from the sidelines as Andrea and the man danced to a tango-like tune.
"Here's my speciality," said a male voice, and Lisa-Marie turned and saw that she was being addressed by a dark, curly-haired man. He was offering her a chilled glass of something to drink. He seemed to be rather attractive and his brown eyes glittered like a friendly woodchucks', so Lisa-Marie accepted the drink with a smile. She was glad that someone was rescuing her from standing on the sidelines like a wallflower.
"My name's Mike. If you like the drink, will you put me on your 'dance card'?" He had a very sexy smile.
"On my 'dance card'? What a funny way of putting it, sure! Let's dance now," answered Lisa-Marie.
He looked delighted. "It's still a little bit early in the evening, but I'm game!" And he started to steer her toward the stairs leading to the second story.
"What? Aren't we going to dance?" she asked stupidly as she walked up the carpeted stairs with Mike right behind her. His response was to put his hand on her shapely ass and stroke her in a shockingly familiar fashion.
This was when Lisa-Marie caught on, but for some reason, she did not protest. This was like the acid test for her and she decided without hesitation to go through with it. She took a big gulp of the sweet drink Mike had initially handed her. "Is it all right for us to just go through these people's house?" she asked as he boldly walked down the upstairs hallway, holding her hand. To herself she thought, This guy sure is pushy!
But he dashed all of her anxieties on this matter when he informed her that this was his house. "I rent this place every summer. And at the end of the season I have a big orgy."
Lisa-Marie laughed as she didn't for a moment take what he'd just said seriously. And he was probably lying when he'd said that he was the one who could afford to rent this expensive place. But he was cute and he was going to be her one last casual fling before she had to go away to school. He led her into a bedroom with an absolutely massive bed in the center of it. It had an ostentatious fur bedspread on it. Over in one corner of the room, a fountain shot a decorative spray of water up into the air.
"You're a nice, sexy girl," he said amiably to her as he took her into his arms.
As Lisa-Marie kissed him, her mind wandered. She had to admit to herself that even though he was attractive, he just didn't have that certain special zing that got her roaring like a tiger. Even when he reached up and began to squeeze and caress one of her round breasts, she just didn't feel herself respond like she usually did when she was touched in such an erogenous way. Maybe her lack of arousal was due to the fact that she'd been kind of hoping to find herself at long last lying in Nigel's arms.
However, Mike seemed to be far from dead below the waist as his tongue probed her mouth with more and more eager ardor. And he moved his hands all over the young girl's body with total impunity. She could feel his heart beating very fast and he was panting in her ear. Not exactly her idea of blissed-out romance.
"Take your clothes off, baby," said Mike in a smooth effort to appear debonair. He went over and dimmed the lights and started up some soft mood music on the stereo. Lisa-Marie wanted to laugh, but she kept a straight face and simply started to strip. Mike also quickly doffed his clothes and she was very relieved to see that his cock was already erect so that she wouldn't have to do any work on it. But instead of coming right back over to the bed, Mike opened up the closet and took out an elaborate, medium-sized wooden box. He carted it eagerly back to the bed, holding it out to the young girl as if it contained some exquisite treasure.
"What's that?" asked Lisa-Marie as she demurely crossed her lusty legs when she saw that Mike was trying to catch a glimpse of her cunt.
"This, my dear, holds a few items which should make this the best night of your life!" he said pompously. As he fumbled for the clasp on the wooden box, Lisa-Marie sized him up dispassionately. He had nice arms and shoulders, but it looked as if he were ballooning out somewhat around his waist. She felt slightly depressed as she supposed that this would most likely be the first man who wouldn't be able to make her come. Andrea had already fucked a few men whom she'd realized just didn't have the right chemistry for her.
"Voila!" exclaimed Mike as he opened the box with a flourish and placed it between the two of them on the bed.
Lisa-Marie gazed inside of the wooden box with much curiosity. A strange, rather-Oriental perfume emanated out from it which she found to be very compelling. There were all sorts of strange baubles resting in velvet-lined cavities within the box. "What is all of this stuff?" she inquired as she reached out one finger and gingerly touched a rubber ring -lined with soft, flexible spikes.
"That's a cock ring, but I don't think I'll be needing it with one as attractive as you are. These are my love toys. I do a lot of traveling and I have a lot of friends in exotic places, so I pick up these gadgets from all around the world. I guarantee it-there will be at least one item in this box which will make you my little sex-slave!"
Lisa-Marie pointed at various esoteric items within the box and was cheerfully informed that they were dildoes (for various orifices), special lotions (one made by a Far Eastern family from some very rare plant that turned women into temporary nymphomaniacs), clasps and other items to give more pleasure to a man; herbs, ointments, a small musical instrument designed to give off a soundless note that activates sexual desire, plus handcuffs and a small, though deadly looking, whip. There was also an ancient-looking book which had very graphic drawings of various positions. "I've tried a lot of them. 'very ingenious. Perhaps you would like to pick something in here you'd like to try?"
Lisa-Marie took the moldly, leather-bound volume from Mike and listlessly opened it up at whim. She saw a picture of a woman tied spread-eagled to four posts so that she was suspended in mid-air. Positioned right behind the woman was a man who was likewise suspended. Apparently the coupling was accomplished by the man and woman swinging themselves back and forth in perfect unison so that the man's penis would be able to enter and exit the woman's vagina.
"Ah!" exclaimed Mike, smacking his lips. "I tried that one in Persia with a very lovely daughter of a very important man. It took us a long time to synchronize it, but it was quite worthwhile. Unfortunately, one of the servants observed us and reported the matter to the young lady's father. I was lucky enough to escape before, uh, her father ruined my ability to ever experience pleasure again, shall we say. Would you like to try that position? I have some ropes...."
Lisa-Marie quickly shook her head 'no' and closed the book. "I'm sorry," she aid, "I guess that I'm just not really in the mood. I think that I'm going to get dressed and go back down to the party."
But Mike smiled, undaunted, and grabbed her wrist. "Please-let me try and get you in the mood. I swear to you that there is something in that box that is going to drive you wild. It never fails. I once found something in there-here." He held up a strange, sort of large tuning-forklike device and flicked a hidden switch on it. The tuning fork began to hum as it vibrated. "There was this one very attractive lady in Sweden who assured me that she had had the very best of men try and please her in bed, but that it just wasn't possible for her to have an orgasm and that was that. She was totally resigned to her fate. Well, I rose to the occasion, as it were, and tried all sorts of things on her. Love lotions, herbs, dildoes, and so on. She just lay there and sighed and told me to just satisfy myself and let her go back to reading her book. Well, that made me mad, so I decided to try this little baby inside her." He waved the tuning fork around. "I put one end up her vagina and the other end up her ass and switched it on. Then I put these little vibrating clips over her nipples. Next I put this really spicy ointment directly on her clitoris and then I took this little bellows device," he held the contraption under discussion up for Lisa-Marie to see, "and started pumping a regular stream of air on her cunt."
Lisa-Marie's sweet mouth dropped open. "My God-it sounds as if you're a regular one-man band. What does that spicy ointment have to do with the bellows thing, though?"
"Well, the spices act to stimulate the clitoris, to set up a tingling sensation. The blasts of air serve to quicken the reaction, to cause the ointment to hurry up and draw out the arousal. It's sort of a last ditch thing to apply to a woman because the stuff just turns women into sex-starved maniacs for an hour or so." Mike fumbled in the wooden box and pulled out a small bottle which had bizarre, foreign writing etched into the glass. "This is it."
Lisa-Marie stared hungrily at the bottle. The ointment was disappointing in appearance as it was kind of a translucent white. Big deal. "So what happened with this woman who'd never had an orgasm?"
Mike smiled. "She had an orgasm, all right. She actually screamed when she came. I had managed to unleash the whole backlog of orgasms she had pent-up inside her gorgeous body. I mean, you're very pretty and desirable, but this woman was a goddamn goddess. Alabaster breasts, teardrop-shaped asscheeks...."
"That's okay," interrupted Lisa-Marie a touch peevishly. The last thing a person wants to hear in a romantic situation is how great someone else was. She took the bottle of spicy ointment from Mike and studied the writing at a closer angle. "What language is this?"
"Oh, that's Tzenichozian. Avery small group of people speak it in Malaysia. I predict that within ten years the language will be spoken only by anthropologists who are trying to show off to other anthropologists." He reached his hand out to take the bottle back, but Lisa-Marie edged away from him.
"I want to try this stuff," she said resolutely. She figured that if it could make a woman who couldn't have orgasms have an orgasm, then it should drive her absolutely wild with pleasure. She started to unscrew the cap when Mike made a grab for the bottle. However, the young girl was too quick for him and she bounded across the room where she huddled, naked in the corner, and snarled at the perplexed man like some wild animal.
"Be careful! That stuff is very powerful. You don't know what you're doing!" sputtered Mike as he stretched his arms imploringly towards Lisa-Marie. He slowly approached her, his cock now limp.
The young girl defiantly undid the cap and got a small amount of ointment on her fingertip and then quickly applied it to her clitoris. Nothing. She smirked and thought, He didn't want me to use it 'cause he didn't want me to find out that his story was pure bullshit designed to impress some naive powder puff. She then screwed the cap back on and walked back over to the bed and handed the bottle over to the wide-eyed man. "What else do you have in that box?" she asked flippantly.
Mike continued to stare at her, which she found to be both amusing and irritating. She was just about to start getting dressed so she could rejoin the party when the first punch of sexual energy zapped her. "Oh!" She stared back at Mike while she experienced it. It felt almost as if a balloon of desire had been slowly and steadily blown up inside her pelvis, and then burst so that she had actually had a kind of slow-motion, star-studded climax while merely sitting on the edge of the bed.
Mike exhaled some air noisily. "Well, you've gone and done it. I may as well just go back to the party. You're not gonna need a man for a good hour or so now." He started to stand up when Lisa-Marie hurled herself at him full-force. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, but all she knew was that she wasn't about to let this adorable little man and his lovely cock leave her alone now.
Lisa-Marie exited from Mike's room and considerately closed the door softly behind her so as not to disturb the exhausted and many-times-spent man. She had experienced so many orgasms within the last hour that she felt as if she had been blasted off planet Earth and gone into orbit. She wasn't so sure if she thought that the exotic ointment was such a good idea because she still felt embarrassingly horny.
What I'll do, she thought, is collect Andrea and get her to take me home so I can just masturbate until this stuff wears off Luckily, she knew that she had reached the peak of intensity with the love ointment and that she was finally starting to coast downhill.
As she trotted down the stairs to the living room, she was greeted by a shocking sight which she at first thought she was hallucinating due to the ointment. She found that the majority of the once-tuxedoed men and exquisitely dressed women were now either partially or totally naked. She stopped in the doorway and rubbed at her eyes for she had never seen so many people naked all at once before. Since the music was blaring, no one was really talking. Instead, couples were busily engaged in varying degrees of sexual intimacy. For a couple of minutes, Lisa-Marie watched with much fascination as a very petite woman crawled around the room on all fours giving mini blow-jobs to all of the unoccupied penises she came across. Finally, some man grabbed hold of the woman, rolled her over on her back, and proceeded to fuck her most energetically.
It seemed as if Lisa-Marie wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed by all of the carnal groping, for there was quite a few men who seemed unable to decide which woman they wanted. They'd grab first a medium-sized breast, drop it when-saythey saw a huge breast, and then drop that when a perfect nipple happened to catch their eye. It was a totally unorganized free-for-all and there was so much flesh exposed that it was difficult for the young girl to be able to figure out for certain which limb belonged to which person.
If only I'd known-I'd have come downstairs much sooner, she thought as she scanned the room. Her green eyes came to rest on Andrea. Her friend had a man suckling on each of her mammoth breasts while a third man was passionately applying his tongue in between her widely splayed thighs. Andrea's eyes were closed and she looked as though she was in ecstasy. Small wonder. Once again Andrea was far outdistancing Lisa-Marie in the sexual arena.
Lisa-Marie spotted a rather attractive older man who was gently rubbing his excited penis as he forlornly watched the antics of a young boy and a blonde girl who had strange but cute breasts which were small and thin and jutted out at a very severe, awesome angle.
I may as well go over and introduce myself ... she thought, starting to approach the solitary man, when she caught a glimpse of broad shoulders and blond hair. "Nigel!" She froze at the sight of the big-man-on-campus for he was totally naked. His buttocks were small and cream-colored where his swim trunks covered them. He was resting on his side with his magnificently muscled back facing Lisa-Marie. He idly scratched one leg with his foot and the young girl's libido was resparked at the sight of his long, lean limbs moving so that she saw, for a heavenly second, his balls.
"This is it. Go for it," she whispered to herself as she picked her way across the room towards her prey. She wasn't surprised to see that he was engaged in conversation with Nancy. The olive-skinned beauty lounged sensuously next to Nigel. It was apparent that she was enjoying displaying her curves for her lover as she stretched lazily, causing her compact, round, and dark-nippled breasts to assume an enticing shape.
Lisa-Marie was dismayed to see her adversary, but her desire to experience the Adonis Nigel once and for all plus her vow to Andrea spurred her onward. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do until she actually did it. She skirted around Nancy, who was totally oblivious to her presence, and stood facing the blond man. Nigel's blue eyes pierced her and she saw the spark of interest which was immediately ignited within them. But he then discreetly fixed his eyes on his girlfriend, obviously indicating to the young seductress that this was bad timing.
A sort of anger began to burn within Lisa-Marie. I've waited too long for you, Nigel, she thought, and hiked her dress up and slipped off her lacy panties. Then she merely stood there with her dress pulled up until Nigel snuck one more look up at the light-brown-haired girl. The tender cleft of her cunt visibly shook him and his cheeks flushed. Lisa-Marie then let her dress drop back down and, without a backwards look, she turned and left the room.
Nigel almost immediately overtook her in the foyer. "Wait-Lisa-Marie!" he called to her sotto voce. He clasped her by the shoulders, absolutely delighting the young girl as at long last she was in his arms. She smiled up at him and then looked down at his flaccid cock. Without hesitating, she grasped his maleness in her hand and felt it respond to her touch instantaneously. "Oh," he gasped as the soft hand breathed fire into him. "Listen," he explained breathlessly, with a quick glance back over his shoulder, "I liked what you said to me at the beach a lot. I've been wanting to make it with you, but I have Nancy and ... well, I thought that she was going to be on a plane tonight, but she decided to stay on for a few more days. Well, so I was wondering if you'd like to get together in a few days?" He winced as Lisa-Marie's patient hand gave his cock an excruciatingly pleasureable squeeze.
"I would like to say yes, Nigel," she murmured huskily, "but there's just one problem."
"What's that?" asked Nigel, his legs beginning to tremble.
Lisa-Marie's pouting lips parted as she raised her head to kiss him. At the same time, she pulled her dress up once more and pressed her cunt against his fully erect manhood. Nigel eagerly accepted her kiss, and his hands grasped her buttocks. "I would like to say 'yes' to seeing you in a few days," she repeated when the kiss ended, "but I just can't wait that long. I want you now!" And in so saying, she sank down to the carpeted floor and pulled him down on top of her. He ran his hands over her breasts but he didn't bother to take the time to unbutton her dress and expose them. She spread her firm, tan thighs wide-apart, inviting him to enter her silken-haired cunt.
"This is what I've needed," she half-thought, half-spoke as his cock penetrated her, sending an unmerciful amount of stimulation directly to the very core of her. She threw her arms around his neck and held on as he ground his hard body into her groin. Their thighs rubbed together, and wherever her flesh met his, there existed that rare, tingling feeling which clearly indicated that they were a good sexual match for one another.
Lisa-Marie fiercely parried with his thrusts, causing him to sigh as her cunt tightened about his cock. She strained to be able to touch him as much as possible, her hands freely roaming down his back and over his butt. His skin felt smooth to her touch, almost like a baby's. As she felt her climax approach, she began to suck on his neck. She could tell that she was in for a whopper as several spasms shook her, preparing her for the major earthquake. As she came, she arched her back violently, almost knocking Nigel off-balance, but he gamely managed to hang on to the young girl. Her tight cunt made his cock unleash its load of sperm in several long bursts.
As they lay there, unceremoniously locked together, Lisa-Marie felt exhausted. "Goodnight," she managed to say before slipping down into sleep. Nigel picked her up, took her upstairs, and deposited her on a bed in an unoccupied room, taking care to throw a blanket over her.
"If I can help it," he told the blissfully sleeping girl before leaving, "I will be seeing you in a few days!"