Chapter 15
Cindy sat by the pool and took in the sun. She noticed that her new swimsuit was attracting attention and she enjoyed that. Lunch had been another treat and she had relished the food. She looked about her and realized that all the people at the resort were very self-indulgent. The mad killer seemed far away just then. It was like the calm in the eye of a hurricane.
She ordered a brandy and ginger ale and drank it. Then a man in bikini trunks pulled a chair alongside her and sat down. He was quite handsome, and about thirty-five years old with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Hot enough for you?" he asked.
"Fine," she said.
"You like it here?" he asked.
"Having a ball," she replied.
"Here alone?" he asked.
"No." She shook her head. "He's sleeping."
The man smiled. "Sometimes we sleep our lives away."
Cindy shrugged. "He's tired. He needs it,"
"You're very understanding," the man said.
"I try," she said. She looked at the bulge in the man's crotch. He definitely had a big cock in there.
She swam more and he went into the pool with her. His name was Jeff Gray den and he was married. His wife was sleeping, too.
"Have you ever seen the ghost town?" he asked. "It's only a few miles from here."
"No," she said.
'Take a ride with me?" he urged.
She put on her beach robe and he put on his sweater and they went to his car. The ride was relaxing and Cindy enjoyed it.
The town was a commercial ghost town, with souvenir stands and a restaurant. Jeff began kissing her and feeling her breasts and she was getting horny.
On the way back they passed a motel, and Jeff looked at her. "How horny are you?" he asked.
"Horny enough to ask you to pull to that motel," she laughed.
The room was not bad and he stripped her fast and then himself. When they were nude, he went right in between her legs and started eating her pussy. He was very good at it and Cindy luxuriated in the sensations as his tongue entered her cunt and worked on her clitoris.
"Eat me, lover," she urged.
Just when she was about to come, he stopped and looked at her. "Did you come?" he asked.
She frowned. "You frustrated me, I was just about to when you stopped."
He smiled. "Ill fix that," he said.
He mounted her and her pussy was wet and she began to screw him. "Put your legs around me," he said, "so I can really get deep in you." She obeyed and his tool drilled into her. They screwed wildly and he looked down at her.
"Are you going to come now?" he asked.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssssss," she gasped.
She stiffened as she came.
They lay there and talked and she played with his dick.
"Is your wife a good lay?" she asked.
"My wife is an invalid." "That's why we're at the resort."
"I see, said Cindy, feeling his cock stiffen.
Jeff forced a smile. "She can suck, though. She gives great head, but that's it."
Cindy moved down beside his cock and licked it and then kissed the head. She wanted to suck him and show him what a real cocksucker could do. She was not going to let him come in her mouth, but she was going to drive him crazy. She was very hot and in the mood to be screwed and screwed. She wanted to make sure that he would have plenty of semen so they could ball some more. She took his cock in her mouth and made love to it. She thrashed on the bed. She smiled to herself. He had a nice cock and when she got him really aroused she would take her mouth off it and he would make love to her again.
She thought of how she was part of the promiscuous society. Here she had just met the man a while back and she was intimate with him. The world was changing rapidly, she realized.
"Oh, suck me," she heard him gasp. Her head bobbed. It felt good to have his big, wet tool moving in and out of her mouth. Sometimes, when she was blowing a man, she just let it stay in her mouth while the man pumped it into her face. Today she felt aggressive and her head bobbed and he twisted and turned. She was surprised at his good control. She had heard of men like him. It took hours to blow them and make them come.
She took her mouth off it and got up beside him. "I'm hot and I want it in between my legs," she told him.
"Your wish is my command," he replied.
She lay back and he mounted her. It felt good as it eased into her wet hole. "Oh, that's nice," she said.
"Isn't it?" he laughed.
They worked together in a slow, satisfying rhythm. Cindy liked that. It made it very enjoyable.
"You're tight, I like that," he said.
"I'm glad," she laughed, as she moved her head from side to side. "You really fill me up."
It was easy for him to understand the fact that she loved sex and needed it constantly. It was extremely important for her to come and equally important for him to make her come. He thought of this as his tool plunged in and out of the hairy thicket between her legs. Her rear moved in his hands as his peter plunged in and out of her pussy. It made a suction-like noise.
"So round, so firm, so fully packed," she laughed.
He grunted and kept screwing her. She seemed to find humor in everything. Her cunt was very liquid and he felt her sex juice on his cock. He watched her ass cheeks quiver as his peter plunged in, and he felt her wet vagina tighten on his stiff rod. She arched up and his cock seemed to move deeper in her. Her ass worked faster and faster.
"I'm going to come," she sobbed. "Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me good! That feels wonderful"
Then she tensed and sighed. "I came!"
He knew that she had experienced a satisfying orgasm, but his dick was still stiff and he was determined to make her come more and flood her pussy with his hot semen.
"Baby, I want more," she gasped.
She kept the dog-fashion position and he heard her laugh and say, "I want the big, hot, throbbing prick in my hot, juicy, quivering cunt. How does that sound?"
"Oh yes, yes," he answered, as her pussy tightened on the stiff tool that was buried in her. He looked at her soft, white, luscious ass. He always loved a beautiful ass. Once he had thought that a woman's tit was the most beautiful part of her body, but when he grew older he changed his mind and chose the ass.
He started breathing heavily as the twitching of her cunt made him feel wild. He could feel his cock throbbing in her. He pushed harder and he felt his balls hit her cheeks.
"Yes, baby, yes," she sighed in delight. "You're in to the hilt."
Her ass ground against his prick that was deep in her pussy. She squeezed more and the sucking noise was louder. He felt a swelling wave sweep over him and he knew that he was going to come soon. He pumped faster, and then he stiffened and the wave surged and he shot his hot semen into her.
"You came, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he gasped.
"Now keep pumping. I'm going to come again in a moment," she told him.
He bit his lip and kept prodding and she sighed, "There, honey, you can get soft, I came."
He felt his dick soften and then drop out of her wet hole. She rolled over and looked at him, his come dripping out of her humid hole.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
He saw her look at his limp penis. "You shot a big load this time, honey," she commented.
She loved to shock him and enjoyed attention. She was very sure of her womanhood and of her effect on men.
"You want me to kiss it and suck it and get it up again?" she smiled.
He didn't answer, but he felt her move and then he watched as she gripped his cock and licked it and felt his balls. She kissed them. He felt a stirring inside of him. Sometimes life seemed absurd to him. He looked upon women sometimes as a commodity. He smiled to himself. That sucking mouth that had engulfed his half hard cock was part of the human condition. She wanted to be fucked again so she was getting him hard. He could feel the heat and smell the fragrance of her cunt. She had an angelic face, and yet she had the heart of a hooker.
Then he felt her position change and some juice drip from her cunt to his mouth. She stopped sucking. "Eat me," she urged.
His cock was stiff and it was out of her mouth. He licked her slit and she engulfed his prick again, her head bobbing. It felt good. He humped her face as he sucked her split and then tormented her clitoris. He felt the urge to come in her mouth, but he wanted to fuck her again.
Her mouth tightened on the cock and he felt his cream surging and then he didn't care any more. He stiffened and jetted his hot come into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily as he kept lapping her pussy. He wanted her to climax too. That was the purpose of the sixty-nine, both people getting their climaxes.
She quivered and he heard her say, "Hot tongue, you're doing it. You're making me come. Oh, yes, there it is, honey." She trembled as she orgasmed.
"That was good," she said. "Fucking is reality, baby, and so is sucking a dick or having your pussy eaten. If you come, then you have made it; if you don't then you have a problem"
He laughed. He had heard that there was a sex show where a man contorted himself and sucked his own prick and came in his own mouth. In the same show was a woman who ate her own pussy. The idea of these two amused him.
She got up and he looked at her. She was beautiful, and she was especially attractive naked. He liked looking at her when she was naked. It excited him. Sex with her was kind of therapy for him.
She moved her rear to him. "Kiss my ass," she said. He hesitated, and then he kissed one round cheek and then the other.
She had often wondered about the sex morals of other people and she had also wondered if they felt the same as she did when they screwed and came. She liked this free and easy sex, but it had its drawbacks. There was never much gentleness. However, there was also freedom to walk away with no attachments.
She heard the squish-squish sound and she realized that he was deep in her fuzz and that she was about to climax again.
There were times when she made a comparison of men and their sex skill, but usually she was too aroused to do anything but enjoy the rapture of the moment.
She felt him shudder. As he came, so did she.
They went into the stall shower that was part of the bathroom. She turned on the water and regulated it to a comfortable warm spray. While she soaped his back and scrubbed it with one hand, her other hand found his cock.
He soaped her rear and washed her off and his finger found her cunt. They both washed off, and then they kissed under the shower and there was a contact where his prick brushed into her bush. He became playful, playing with the firm red nipples. Then he felt her tits and belly. She began to grind herself against him. They kissed. She leaned back against the wall and the furry target was too much for his rigid penis. He lunged home.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed. She braced herself, her eyes smoldering and her hips rotating wildly. Their bodies worked together like oiled pistons, their^ skins clinging together. She pounded hard on his thighs, slamming down for the thrill of maximum contact, her eyes closed, her hair flowing over her. She keened like a banshee.
He moaned as he buried his lips in her neck. His nails dug in her buttocks, urging for harder and faster movements. Then her lush torso stiffened and she suggested, "Come in me." He let go in her and she smiled, "I'm coming, too." She climaxed.
They got out and dried off.
"That was fun," she said.
He nodded. "You're a swinging chick."
Thanks," she said.
"You know how to do your stuff anywhere," he said.
"I guess so," she replied.
"You're a sensuous female," he laughed. "That's the 'in' description now."
"How exciting," Cindy commented.
"I can't buy women who tease," he told her. "It isn't natural I always feel that they go home and play with themselves after they give a guy a stone-ache." "I guess," she agreed.
"Do you like to watch people make it?" she asked.
"Not particularly," she retorted.
"But people all fuck differently," he informed her. "Each scene is different. Each cunt, each prick."
"We're all wide open for pleasure," Cindy said. "It's up to a husband or wife to make sure that they satisfy the other."
"Or else," he said.
"That's right," she agreed. "Or they get it elsewhere. If s supply and demand. Women demand that men supply it."
"You sure know how to give head with that tender, milking mouth of yours," he complimented her.
"I never have had to beg for it," Cindy said proudly. "There have always been a lot of men ready to give me all I wanted, any way that I wanted it."
"We are all animals," he said. "Sex is bittersweet."
"Well, you get hot and involved and you never have the power to stop," she said.
"What is your current dilemma?" he asked.
"None," she replied breezily. "I'm cool. I'm on course to where I am going in the world."
"You're honest," he laughed, "and that is a rare virtue in our world."
"Of course, I take the sweet ride through life. I take life as it comes and people take me as I am. I make no excuses for anything," she pointed out bluntly.
"Have you ever been deliriously happy?" he asked.
"A few times," she replied. "It never lasts long."
"I meet so many embittered people, even here," he said. "I know." She nodded.
"I guess to some people that truth is painful," he observed.
"Happiness or unhappiness related to sex is whether you are happy or unhappy when you screw," she laughed. "I'm always glad to make it."
"I guess as we get older we gain strength, but we lose hope," he stated.
"It all depends on what you want out of life " she laughed. "I think that we all hate to be serious, to think. Death when it happens is sudden and final. It is the ultimate end. When you are dead, everything is over forever."
"Don't you believe in Heaven?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I'd like to believe there is one, but I doubt it."
"I feel sorry for queers, both male and female," he told her. "They always look so unsure and so unfulfilled. As if they didn't fit anywhere."
"I think they feel that they don't fit. I attract a lot of women who would like to make it with me. I'm that sexy that they want to make love to me," Cindy admitted.
"There is an expression that if you took all the women in the world and stripped them naked and stood them on their heads with their legs spread they would all look the same," he said.
Cindy grinned. "That's not true. We all have different-looking cocks and cunts."
"I find that women are as tyrannical as men," he told her. "Haven't you?"
"Oh yes," she stated. "There is nothing like a woman who is sexy and has no tits. A flat-chested woman will give a man a great lay because she is aware that she has no tits and she feels that she is not as female as the woman with nice breasts."
"So many women are evasive, but you're not," he told her. "Hike that."
"Because some women feel that they can do no wrong and I know I can do wrong and I do do wrong. We all have our kookiness and the world is screwed up-just look at the newspapers," she declared. "I think that psychiatrists are nuts and that they need help, too. So many people have no imagination."
She paused, then continued. "I have night mares and I wake up in a sweat. One night, I dreamed of a fountain that had warm blood in it rather than water. Then I dreamed of swimming in a pool of sperm. They are horrible, nightmares."
"Women try to castrate men," he said. "I know, but men should fight it," she prescribed.
"Men are so vulnerable, they will do anything to make it with a woman," he said.
"And women are selfish," she answered. "Never forget that." He chuckled.
She kissed him, then broke the kiss. "This is getting very deep, all this philosophy," she said.
"I seldom talk that way, but I really felt like it with you," he said.
She smiled and they left the motel. Neither thought then of the Murderer in their midst.