Chapter 3
Frank and Lisa's friend Hal Hart was a famous lawyer who, at forty-seven, was one of the most successful in the city. Divorced, Hal reverted back to his greatest delight-pussy.
He fucked his ^secretary, Kay Trent, every day at noon and enjoyed it. He realized that he was getting a great piece of ass, but Kay was thirty three. A thirty-three-year-old fuck,, Hal knew, was never as exciting or as tight as a younger one. He had had sex with Lisa and was glad when they invited him to come to Old Mineral Springs with them.
When Lisa came back from town, she knocked on his door.
"Come in," he said. "Well, I was wondering when you were going to make it over here. Did Frank come? I haven't seen him yet."
"Yes, he's sleeping off a wild fuck. He wears out easily, you know," she smiled.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked.
"Sure, but don't give me any liquor. It dulls my senses. I'll take a coke, if you have it," she said.
"That's right," he told her. "You don't drink on the job." Hal was one of the handful of persons who knew the nature of her assignment. After pouring her a coke and bolting the door, he said, "Any luck so far, Lisa?"
"Lots of luck," she said, "but no sex maniac at least, not the one I'm after."
"I hope you'll forgive my bolting the door," he said, "You never can tell who might walk in."
"Just who were you expecting?" she asked.
"Nobody in particular," he replied. "But since you and I are here alone..." He let it hang.
"I shouldn't, really." Her eyes spelled consent. "After all, I may have to do an awful lot of fucking this weekend."
"Since when did that prospect bother you?" Hal asked her. She laughed and reached behind her to unzip her pants.
He watched her undress and then he undressed himself. She had a tight pussy, but she was wet and ready. They had some foreplay, but in a matter of moments she guided his cock to her cunt. She was a great screw and he came in her.
"I got laid in town," she smiled, "but I thought about your prick and how large it can get." She asked him if he wanted her to blow him.
"You've got to be kidding. That's all I live for," he smiled.
"Oh, you're crazy, but that's what I like about you."
He enjoyed the feeling of Lisa's warm mouth on his cock.
"I get all excited when I have a dick in my mouth," she confessed to him.
"Does it ever matter whose it is?" he asked.
"No, just as long as it stays nice and hard until I'm through with it," she laughed.
She had a way of taking an entire dick in her mouth and pressuring it with her lips.
"That drives me crazy," he said, "when you do that."
"I know," she said sexily.
When they fucked, her cunt grasped his tool, and she had a way to squeeze every drop of jism from it when he came. He liked sucking her tits, and he liked the way she fucked hard when he was in her deep and his cock was really stiff.
He also ate her and she was good eating. She douched with all those flavored douches. Some nights she used lime, lemon, peppermint or raspberry.
Hal liked her because she had told him flatly about all the propositions from double-gaited women and lezzes to eat her. It was hard for him to realize that she was married.
She made it quite clear that she would not suck a female cunt nor allow hers to be sucked by a woman. He had been in love with May Sawyer, after his divorce. May liked to fuck, but one night, when he had his whole dick up her, she screamed, "Oh, I'd like to be sucking on a pussy while you're balling me." It bothered him and he dumped her. Hal loved heterosexual sex, but lesbianism and homosexuality baffled him.
Lisa worked on his throbbing organ with her mouth and used her frantic tongue. Hal gasped. He felt his cream spurt in her mouth. She gulped it down with fervor.
He went down and sucked her pussy. She moaned with pleasure. "Oh, don't stop with that tongue, Hal," she said.
He blew on her clit and then licked it with his tongue. "Oh baby, that drives me crazy, when you do that," she told him.
He ran his tongue up across her belly and then put it in her belly button. "Oh, don't stop eating me with that tongue," she pleaded, as she pushed his head down to her cunt again.
He rubbed his tongue along her vaginal folds and then back to her clit again. Finally she came. "Ooooooooooohhhhhh, baby, that does so much for me," she gasped.
"I'm worn out," he said.
"You should be," Lisa laughed.
Lisa lay back. It bothered her not at all that she was becoming more and more uninhibited. She remembered the orgy the week before with Hal at their house.
Yvonne Marett was a female executive that Hal brought. She was thirty-six and looked ten years younger. Yvonne had a big ass but small tits. She had been married three times. All three marriages had been sexually successful, but Yvonne had no character and all three husbands caught her in bed with some man and divorced her. However, this did not serve as a deterrent to Yvonne, and she prospered on her job and almost every night she had sex with some man.
"My dear," she told Lisa, "the world is full of cocks looking for pussy, and I have one that can take all the pricks it can find."
It was Yvonne who showed Lisa the photo of the woman getting it three ways. It was a color photo showing a prick up the woman's asshole, one in front in her cunt and another in her mouth. The woman's eyes were closed and there was a look of naked lust on her face.
"I've had it that way," Yvonne smiled. "You never had such an array of feeling, my dear."
Yvonne poohpoohed love. "It's a con that women give men so that they will be coolies all their life for them," Yvonne snickered. "Then, if the guy has kids, he runs the treadmill, breaking his hump all his life. Men die earlier than women, you know."
Lisa knew. Her father had been a treadmill runner and had died at forty. Her mother was fucking some guy named Larry Renier two months after her father was buried. Lisa used to stop by her bedroom and hear her breathing hard as Larry balled her, and then screaming as she climaxed over and over.
Several months later, when her mother was visiting a sick friend, she got involved with Larry and he grabbed her and kissed her. She fought him, but he got her blouse off and began to suck her titties. A chill of desire went through her, and she felt his hands at her skirt and saw him remove it. She had a pair of sheer blue panties on and they came off, then she felt his insistent finger exciting her clitoris and vagina.
She felt her resistance crumble and she saw him unzip his fly and remove his penis. It was semihard, and she felt him grab her hand and put it to his cock. She felt it, and it was hard.
"Baby, I've been dreaming of fucking you for a long time," he said.
He mounted her easily and soon he was balling her as strongly as he had her mother, and she was whimpering with passion the same way.
"Like mother, like daughter," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Just that you screw as well as she does. There is only one difference, you're tighter."
"Oooooooohhnh," she said.
She heard his low voice say, "You're going to come soon, aren't you, baby?"
"Yesssssssss," she gasped. "Any second."
He looked at her. "Then you're going to suck my prick for me, aren't you?" She shook her head. "I never did it before," she protested.
She realized that her mother had sucked him off plenty. She had heard her sucking mouth on his peter when she stood by the door some nights.
She climaxed, and then he grabbed her and pushed her head down near his testicle sac. She stared at the red head of his cock.
"Take it in your mouth," he urged.
She let the slippery cock enter her mouth and then she heard his voice instruct, "Now suck like you suck a lollipop and lick like you lick an ice cream cone."
The penis in her mouth excited her. It had a salty taste. She felt his hand on her head and she bobbed up and down. Larry was sobbing, "Oh, God, you're doing it, honey, keep sucking, Lisa."
She smiled to herself. She knew that if she kept it up Larry would come in her mouth. She enjoyed the way he whimpered and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I'm going to come-take my load," she heard him say. Then he gushed in her mouth and she swallowed.
She was tempted to ask him if her mother swallowed his cream, but she didn't. After that, she shared Larry's cock with her mother. When he was drained from fucking her mother, Lisa settled for a hot head job from him. He loved sucking cunt and one night when he was drunk she asked him if her cunt tasted like her mother's.
He didn't answer, but she persisted. "Tell me," she cried.
"No, you little bitch, no, it tastes different. You taste like champagne," he roared.
One night she had a dream that Larry was fucking her and her mother, too. Then it happened, the auto accident. Larry had been killed instantly. Her mother was prostrate with grief, and Lisa had laughed to herself. Then her mother met Wes and she ran off with him.
Lisa had moved in with a girl named Alyce. Alyce was like a procuress. She got Lisa fucked regularly and Lisa sucked cocks and watched Alyce suck and fuck. She and Alyce had kidded each other about all the lezzes that were after them.
Hal smiled at her and she focused her gaze on him. He grinned, "A penny for your thoughts."
"They're worth more than that," she laughed.
When she had thought about it, she had realized that it was really a man's world and so many women had their brains in their cunts. She liked sex, but she had plans to find a good berth in life while she was young and she still had a firm body. She didn't want to do police work forever. She felt that she would eventually meet a rich guy who loved sex and that she could con him into marrying her.
As Alyce had told her once when an empty-headed blonde had married a rich guy that they both knew, "Never underestimate the power of a blow job and a cunt."
Alyce herself had married well. The man was older, but he had bread and he was freaky in some of his sex desires. He liked to wee-wee on Alyce, but she said she shut her eyes and pretended she was taking a shower. He called it "the golden shower."
It was after Alyce married that Lisa had met Frank. She was glad that he understood her strange sexual desires.
Sometimes she looked down on her own sex-on women who would do anything to make a buck or get a spot where they could sit on their ass and watch TV, go shopping, and eat.
"Look, Hal, I've got to go to my room. Frank will be wondering what the hell happened to me," she said.
"I'm sure that he'd figure you met someone," he laughed.
"That's a dirty laugh, you rat," Lisa teased.
"What time do you want to meet for dinner?" Hal asked Lisa.
"Why don't you come to our room in about an hour? By then I will have dressed and we can have some drinks. You know how Frank likes to have small talk before dinner," Lisa said.
"That sounds great to me," he replied. "See you then."
Hal went to the door and unlocked it.
"See you later, tiger," Lisa smiled.
"Say, you didn't happen to see any lonely women running around the hotel, did you?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find some pretty young thing tonight. They're having a buffet dinner in the dining room. That should make it very easy for you to pick up someone," Lisa laughed.
Lisa only had to wait for the elevator a few seconds. Hal's room was on the second floor. Theirs was on the fourth. She could have walked, but her thighs were starting to ache from all the screwing. When the elevator door opened a tall good-looking man was in the cab.
"Going up?" he smiled.
"Yes, thank you," she answered.
She was sorry that she didn't have time for a quick screw. This guy looked pretty good to her. But too damned normal to be the one she was after....
When she went back to her room, Frank was sleeping. She went over to the bed and smacked him on the ass.
"Get your ass off that bed, we have to dress for dinner," she said.