Chapter 7

Every thing was working out perfectly-exactly as I had planned it. Everyone, including myself, was more than pleasantly high. Linda was stoned, and I had to make sure I didn't drink anymore; didn't become sloppy, the way she was. I had to make sure that Gil looked up to me.

"What do you say we all hit the kitchen for something to eat?" Bob said.

"Sounds like a good idea," Gil confirmed.

"I have a better idea," Linda said, smiling devilishly. "What say we all adjourn to the bedrooms for something to eat?" With that she broke into wild, raucous laughter.

No one else laughed.

"What the hell's wrong with you people?" she wanted to know. "You all turning into some kind of farts? ... old prunes?"

"Come on, Linda, enough of that." Gill said, his tone reflecting his anger.

"Enough of what?" she countered, angrily. "You never used to complain!"

"I'm not complaining now," he tried to soothe her.

"Oh, no? Then what do you call it?"

I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to act in some way to make Gil feel better; to help him out of this situation.

"Come on, Lyn," I said, "Let's go cook something. We'll all feel a heck of a lot better after we eat."

"There's nothing wrong with the way I feel now," she continued, turning her anger on me.

"Look," I said, "Enough of this. You wanna be pissed off, be pissed off, but not at me!" I smiled broadly at her and took her by the arm. "Now let's go, pal!" I said, practically dragging her toward the house.

"Oh, Rosalie, don't treat me like a child."

"Well, when you act like one, that's how I'm going to treat you. Now, move your ass before I kick it once or twice."

She didn't resist as I tugged her away from the boys.

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. "You guys straighten up out here and we'll call you when supper's ready."

"Good show," Bob smiled.

Gil stared at me and then broke into a half smile as he watched me drag Linda's drunken body toward the house.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" I scolded as soon as we were out of earshot. "You were making a damned fool of yourself down there."

"Ah, shit," Linda said, her words slurred with drink.

"What do you mean, 'shit,'" I answered. "You know, damned well that nobody was giving you a hard time. Why do you have to be such a buster?"

"Not you, too, Rosalie."

"Not me too, what?" I asked. "If you act stupid like that, I'd expect you'd want to hear it."

"I'm tired of hearing how stupid I am and what a child I am. I want people to take me ... accept me for what I am, not what they want me to be."

I was suddenly shocked. The pleasant high I was feeling was gone. I had no idea that Linda felt this way. I had no idea that she and I shared any feelings that there could be found any sameness in.

"Look, Lyn," I said, my tone notably softer, "I understand. I really do," I said, sincerely. "I know exactly what you're feeling. All my life I've felt the same thing. But you can't turn on the people who care about you. You can't turn on your friends ... because you can end up without any. Look at me. I'm a perfect example of that"

"You," she smiled. "You have more friends than I'll ever hope to have."

"Acquaintances," I corrected. "That's all they are. Just passing faces ... smile and good times. When it comes down to the nitty-gritty of it, not one of them gives a shit."

"I do," she said, "I really do."

"I believe you, Linda," I continued, sincerely, on the verge of tears for what I'd done to her; for what I was going to continue doing to her-because I had no choice ...

Things were a lot calmer now. Everyone had a full stomach and I'd shoved cup after cup of black coffee down Linda's throat And now, she was practically sober. She had apologized for being so bitchy and we were all sitting in the living room around the fireplace.

It was cozy ... warm. Bob and I sat on one sofa and Gil and Linda on the matching one across from us.

I was tense ... extremely nervous. I knew that before long it was gong to be time for love-making ... and I didn't want to make love to Bob. I didn't want him to use my body. I wanted to be with Gil. I wanted to feel that he really cared and not just someone who was just ramming his cock up inside of me, to shoot his load.

"What do you say we get some lively music on that thing," I asked, indicating the radio, watching Linda fall into the mood of the slow, dreamy music, cuddling into Gill's body. I felt the pressure of Bob's body closing around me, his fingers inching their way dangerously close to my breasts.

"I take your silence as meaning approval," I said to the whole group, smiling and leaping, a little too fast from my seat, and moved quickly to the radio.

"I, personally, thought it was kind of groovy," Bob said. "You know, sort of the right mood."

I smiled in his direction. "I dare say that the music playing on the radio has very little to do with your mood," and without waiting for a response I turned the that quickly and found a station blaring out a wild beat. It reminded me of some low-down strip joint in New Orleans.

Then it hit me! And I knew what I was going to do.

I moved back to the sofa and reached for my drink, gobbling the rest of it down my throat, feeling the firewater bubbling inside of me, making my head woozy and releasing my inhibitions.

"Hey, what're you doing?" Bob asked, when I pulled away from him again and got to my feet.

"Oh, I just feel like dancing a little, that's all. The music is so great."

I smiled inwardly, knowing ... or hoping that by the time I finished my little routine we'd all be rolling around on the floor, naked ... sere wing each other, feeling, fucking. Even if Gil screwed Linda, I'd still be there with him. It wouldn't be like the two of them were in a room and had closed me out, completely.

I reached up and pulled the pins from my hair until they were all out. The blond length of it fell down over my shoulders. I kicked my shoes off and began to undulate my hips in a seductive manner.

I glanced at Gil, who was staring intently. I watched him lick his lips as I continued to bump and grind my hips into the air.

Linda was amazed.

Bob liked it.

"Can't you just feel the music traveling through you?" I asked, talking to no one in particular.

"I can see that you do," Linda said, a smile coming from her lips; a smile of confusion.

"Did I ever tell you I love to dance?"

"Yes. But I had no idea you meant this kind of dancing."

"What difference does it make? What kind of dancing is this?" I asked.

"Very nice," Bob cut in. There was a tense burst of laughter in the room.

I was glad to be the center of attraction. I didn't care so much about Bob and Linda, but I knew Gil could watch my body could watch every curve sway to the beat of the music, and in his mind, rape me. In his mind, I could be grinding into his groin as his cock slipped all the way into my body.

"How about another drink?" I called.

"Sure," Linda said, getting to her feet and taking my glass to the bar and making one for me.

"A strong one," I shouted across to her.

She looked at me, strangely, but then shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "You're the boss," she said.

I watched as she poured in an ample amount of liquor and just a small amount of mix. "Thanks," I said, as she handed me the drink. I began sipping it without losing the beat.

Suddenly the music ended and I was stopped dead in my tracks. I smiled coyly at the group and lifted my hands in a gesture of waving. "Bye, bye," I said, and then swallowed the contents of the glass.

"My god," Linda said, "You're gonna fall on your face."

"Not this girl," I answered, putting the glass down on a table nearby.

I reached for the pack of cigarettes and put one to my lips.

"Well, gentlemen ... aren't you going to light it for me?"

Gil and Bob both sat forward and reached for the matches on the table. Gil got there first and struck the match. As I leaned forward to take the light, my hair fell over my shoulder, blocking my eyes from Linda's view. I took that opportunity to tell Gil, without words, that I loved him. He smiled and I knew he got the message.

Music returned to the speaker and I moved away from the group, into the center of the room. This time it was faster ... wilder ... and so was I.

"Come on, Linda," I called. "I'm getting tired of dancing with myself. How about joining me?"

"You kidding?" she said, "I'm no competition for the sway of those hips."

"Sure you are. I've seen you dance before," I said. "You can teach me a thing or two."

"All right. Since you put it that way, I'll join you.

In an instant she was up, kicking off her shoes and moving toward me.

I hoped I hadn't made a mistake. I hoped that she wasn't going to show me up in front of Gill. I would do everything in my power to beat her at the game instigated by myself.

She was wearing a tight pair of slacks and a mini-blouse, so that her entire stomach, her midriff, was exposed. Her waistline, her hips moved beautifully. She was one up on me.

I glanced down at my own tight-fitting slacks and the blouse tucked in them and smiled. "I never could get that motion with the stomach," I said. "How about telling me if I'm doing it correctly." Without waiting for an answer, I reached down and pulled my blouse from my slacks and unbuttoned the two bottom buttons, tying it just under my bust. Now I had more exposed than she did.

Linda smiled at me. She was on to the game now. It wasn't a warm smile; it wasn't a friendly smile. It was the kind of smile two fighters use as they shake hands in the middle of the ring, both of them fighting for the tide, both of them wanting to win.

I gave up my facade I might have had in terms of pretending I wanted to learn a step and turned away from Linda, completely. I turned my dance into a series of violent shaking ... shimmying ... making sure all of my flesh moved in the right direction. I let my hands run up into my hair and piled it on my head, holding it in place as I moved more wildly than before, now that I was very high on liquor.

I let my hair fall and my hands rest on my thighs and moving them up and down slowly, I smiled at the boys.

Then without a moment's hesitation, I reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse.

Linda stared, unbelievingly, but at the same time, she didn't stop dancing. Her face had a quizzical expression, as if she didn't know how far I was going to go; as if she didn't believe what she saw.

The only thing holding my blouse closed now was the knot I had tied at the bottom of it. It was the only thing that kept my ample breasts covered with the thin, lacy material. I reached down and untied it.

Suddenly, my eyes caught Gill's and what I saw, wasn't excitement; wasn't delight at the fact that he could see my flesh exposed. Rather, it was pain, unmistakable pain. When our eyes caught and held for only one instant, I realized how much I was displeasing him.

I could tell by the way the song was going it was almost over. And I was pleased ... tremendously happy for an 'out.

I continued to dance around, holding my blouse closed with my fingers. I continued to bump and grind, and I continued to let my hand wander over my body. But as soon as the last cord was struck, I flipped my head back, smoothed out my hair and began buttoning my blouse.

"How far did you think I was going to go?" I said, smiling at Bob.

"Well ... you can't blame a guy for hoping, can you?"

"No. But I'm afraid this girl chickens out after that," I said, moving in closer and sitting down next to him.

"That was really good, huh, Gill?" Bob asked.

"Terrific," he said, smiling and turning toward Linda. "Are you coming over here, or do I have to come over and get you?" he asked her.

I felt the stake pulled loose from my heart. I wondered if Gill was angry with me; wondered if he was completely disenchanted. I wondered if he had another image of me now, wondered if I had disgraced myself now that I had put myself on the block before these people.

"No." I scolded myself. "He had to be attentive to Linda. He had to let her down easily. We had agreed on that Neither one of us wanted to hurt her and he couldn't be free. He couldn't show me the lust, the love ... the affection that he wanted to. Not in front of Linda."

Linda smiled confidently and moved slowly across the room until she was standing directly in front of Gil. She reached out her hands and took one of his own. And then she sat down very close to him on the sofa.

The two of them looked at each other for a second before they fell into each others arms, before their lips clamped together. And I knew Gil's tongue was searching, probing deeply into her throat. It had been just this way the night Bob screwed me. They'd started and we'd finished.

Already I could feel Bob's hand pulling my chin, turning my face from the scene before me. And then I felt the warmth of Bob's mouth. I desperately clung onto him, closing my eyes tightly, I tried to pretend it was Gil.

I was nearly out of my mind with jealousy, with rage, as I heard Gil whimper, moaning softly. The way he had with me. I wondered if he was a great actor. I wondered if I could believe anything he had said to me. I wondered if all he was interested in was getting his rocks off.

My mind felt like it was going to snap. My head threatened to burst open if I didn't feel better soon. I decided to try my damndest to get involved, to feel some thing with Bob ... at least, for now.

After all, I consoled myself, he had a beautiful body, a beautiful face. And since I'd been broken in sufficiently, I'd be able to enjoy anything he could give me tonight. Tonight sex was going to be just that Tonight there would be no love, no warmth, no chance of being hurt. Tonight I was going to fuck for the pure physical pleasure, nothing more.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off the couple across from us, locked in each others" arms. I saw Gill's fingers inching closer to Linda's bust. I saw them close around the large bulge in her blouse. I saw them squeeze tenderly, through the material of the blouse. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something at them. I wanted to leap up and run away from the scene. But at the same time, I was intrigued. I was glad I was there. I didn't want them to be alone.

Bob let a low moan escape his own lips and tightened his grip on me. I looked down and saw the huge bulge in his pants and knew it wouldn't be too much longer before all of us would be screwing.

As if Bob had read my mind, he suddenly shifted his position on the sofa and got to his feet.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, playing a game. "May I show you to our 'honeymoon suite?'"

Gil and Linda were silent as they got to their feet and followed the two of us out of the living room and up the stairs toward the bedrooms.

I couldn't turn around. I couldn't look at them. I couldn't stand the idea of being separated. But I was trapped. There was nothing I could do without exposing my feelings, without bursting the situation to pieces. I was afraid that if I did that, I would lose Gil in the offing.

When we got to the top of the stairs, Bob stopped and let Gill and Linda get in front of us.

"Right over there," he said, pointing to a room.

Linda smiled coquettishly. "See you for cocktails in the lounge, later," she smiled and winked. Then she took Gill's arm, possessively, and led him toward the open door.

I stood frozen in my tracks, staring at the two forms moving away from us. I couldn't take my eyes off them. As Gil turned, once they were in the room, to close the door, our eyes caught for an instant and I felt that he showed some of the same feelings, which made it all a little easier for me.

"Now, Madam, I will escort you to our suite," Bob said, taking my arm and leading me in the other direction.

"No," I said.

"What do you mean, 'no,'" he asked.

"I mean, how about that room, right there?" I pointed toward the open door next to the room Gil and Linda had entered.

"But this room has a lovely view of the ocean."

I couldn't think of anything that would sound plausible; anything that would sound realistic. And I didn't want him to catch on to the truth. I didn't want him to know that I wanted to be near Gil so that maybe I could hear something ... anything ... that would let me know what was going on.

"But this one is much closer," I said, smiling and leading him toward the room I had chosen.

"That's what I like. A woman who knows what she wants."

"You got one." I smiled. "I know exactly what I want." As soon as we were inside the room, Bob closed the door behind us and went to reach for the light switch. But with hesitant fingers, I rested my hand on his hairy forearm. "Moonlight is so much more conductive," I smiled, lifting my hand from his arm and reaching for my top button.

I began to undo my blouse, still standing in the same spot.

"Here. Let me help you with that," he smiled and moved in and closing his strong arms around my waist, seeking my lips with his own.

It was a long, slow, hot kiss with his tongue moving snake-like inside my mouth. His hands were squeezing my flesh, his fingers moving downward until they rested on the fleshy softness of my buttocks.

"You're a beautiful girl, Rosalie. You got me so damned hot downstairs, one more dance and I would have raped you, I think."

"That was the point," I lied, "I wanted to get you excited. Real excited so we could have a good time."

"We'll have a good time; don't you worry about that."

"Do I look worried?" I smiled, stepping back from him. "Now. Were you going to help me with something?" I continued playing my role, perfectly, I was sure.

"Yes," he said, "I was." With steady, experienced fingers, he began opening my blouse, button by button, until the material parted slightly and my black-laced brassiere came into view. By contrast, my flat, white belly was shining in the moonlight

"What a body!" he said, taking my blouse and pulling it down over my shoulders and threw it onto a nearby chair.

"Now, then," I said, turning around. "Let's see how good a job you can do with this." I backed into him, slightly, until I felt his fingers working at the clasp of my bra; until I felt the release of pressure from the material. I hunched my shoulders and reached, across-armed, for both straps and pulled them down over my arms, at the same moment, flinging it into the darkness of the room.

I spun around until I was facing him, again. I saw his eyes bug open as he saw my two huge globes of flesh, illuminated by the moon.

He reached for them, slowly, with both hands, until he cradled one in each palm. Gently he let the tips of his thumbs make contact with my nipples. They ached for that contact; they ached to be loved, to be felt, to be held.

"How about doing a little dance for me now that we're alone."

"There's no music," I said.

"I can arrange for that," he went on.

"Suit yourself," I smiled provocatively back at him.

"You and I are going to have a real hot time, tonight," he confided, his voice almost a whisper.

"Promise."

"Damned straight! You and I are gonna play house the right way."

He let go of my breasts and moved toward a book case that had a strange panel of dials and controls.

"Each room has its own speaker system connected to the main unit, downstairs."

"Your aunt thought of everything, didn't she?"

"Almost. The house would be perfect if it came equipped with you."

"Thank you," I said, sincerely. But at the same moment, realized I couldn't get swept up into this. I was already feeling too much for Gil; too much for Linda. I couldn't allow myself to get involved with Bob ... not now. It would all be too much. Tonight it had to be sex; not, hard sex.

As Bob toyed with his buttons, I moved up behind him and let my fingernails scratch his back through the material of his shirt.

"If we're gonna play, we have to play fair," I said, reaching around to his brawny chest and beginning to unbutton his shirt "After all, I'm topless, so you have to be, also," I giggled, slightly as I let my hand slip in through the opening and feel the hard muscles in his chest and the thick mat of hair that covered his chest

"You have a body that a girl can appreciate. Real hard, real manly," I went on.

He turned toward me, pulling the shirt from his body.

"And you have the kind of body a man can appreciate," he said.

I had moved over to the windows and was looking out over the expanse of well manicured lawns, but my thoughts were of what was going on next door; of what the two of them were doing, right now. I wondered if Gil was already making love to Linda. I wondered if the two of them were locked together; if Gil was screwing her; if her arms, her legs were wrapped around his own. I wondered if it was as good for the two of them as it had been for Gil and I.

I was only vaguely aware of Bob, tuning in the stereo, of his changing stations. But then, his voice cut into my thoughts and brought me back to my own situation.

"Isn't that the station?" he asked.

"What?"

"Isn't that the same station you had on?"

"It sounds like it," I said, listening to the music coming softly from the speakers.

"Well. How about the dance you promised me?"

"If it's a dance you want," I smiled, "It's a dance you're going to get." I broke into frantic, slithering movements that, judging from his eyes and his expression, were doing the job.

Outside, a cloud passed in front of the moon and blocked it out. I could hardly make out his features. But somehow, that made it easier. I began to bump and grind again; began to push my hips forward, sensuously. I let my hands run up along my stomach, up onto my chest. I grabbed hold of both my tits and squeezed them, massaged them, displayed them, to him. I let my tongue slip out of my mouth and flick at the air. I let it run along my lips.

"That's it, baby. You really got the motion."

"I'm only starting," I continued, "This is just the beginning. Wait 'td I really get warmed up." I moved over toward his body. I continued until I was directly in front of him and then dropped to my knees before his shirtless body.

I looked up, holding my hair on my hair, and smiled. "Give it to me," I said, "I want it." My tone was demanding.

He began to undo his belt. But I reached up and stopped him. "No. Leave your pants on, for now." With my free hand, I pulled down his zipper and reached in until I felt the hard mass of flesh, the thick, pulsating cock.

I pulled it out of his pants and looked adoringly at it. I planted moist, hot kisses on the Up, all around the head, and then began moving downward loving the stalk, letting my tongue slip inside his fly and tangling with the pubic hairs there

"Oh, baby. You really know what you're doing."

I didn't answer. Instead, I let my tongue lick at the prick that stood straight out from his body, hard and ready for action.

Without any warning, I opened my mouth wide and gobbled his stiffness into my mouth and sucked crazily on it. Without moving my head, I drew on his flesh, as a person would if he extracts the venom from a snake wound.

I felt Bob's legs go weak; felt them nearly topple forward as I continued to suck on the prick in my mouth. The more I sucked, the more I wanted. My nostrils were filled with the masculine scent of cock. My brain could only think of his dick; of what it could do to me; of what it would do for me.

I reached inside his tight pants again, until I felt his balls and I pulled them free of their confinement At the same time I took my other hand and closed it around his ample cock and began jerking him off as I sucked on the huge head and played with his balls.

He was moaning out above me, and he began to move his hips in rhythm with my mouth. The two of us worked with the beat of the music.

Suddenly, I jumped to my feet and began shimmying, shaking my breasts in front of him.

"Suck em, baby. Suck on 'em. Make 'em hard," I whispered, holding them before him, tauntingly.

Bob moved in and grabbed hold of my tits underneath, pushing them up even higher. His lips came down and he gently nipped at the flesh, rubbing his face against them. I tangled one hand in his dark curly hair and the other reached down to stroke his manhood. I wanted to play with that enormous prick of his, standing out as stiff as a board.

Bob was making loud slurping noises as he jumped from one tit to the other, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking like a baby. His saliva was dripping down from my tits onto my chest and tickling me. Both my breasts were covered with it and his hands slipped freely over the softness of them.

My own grip tightened on his cock and I began petting it, pulling it, gently. But, as his own tempo increased, so did mine. I felt his prick stiffening even more, expanding in my hand. And then, suddenly his strong hand had my wrist

"Hold it, Rosalie. Take it easy. I don't wanna shoot like this."

"No ... no, Bob," I whimpered. "I want it between my legs. I want you to shoot that hot liquid all the way into my guts."

"You'll get it, baby. You'll get a load you won't forget."

I released his prick from my grasp and brought my hand up to the back of his neck. I applied a downward pressure on it "Suck," I moaned. "Suck on them for me."

He moaned as the words came out of my mouth and dove for my tits again, squeezing them harder, massaging them, biting gently, as he tried to take as much as he could get into his mouth.

As he bit, sucked, licked on my tits, his free hand moved down over the wall of my hips and I felt my zipper being pulled down. I felt the button at the side of my slacks being opened. Suddenly, the pressure of the material had loosened.

He reached in from behind, letting his fingers slide underneath the material of my slacks, under the material of my scanty underwear, until his hand was on my bare buttocks. He inched inward, between the cleft, and then down as far as his hand could go. With an extended finger, he tried to find my cunt. Tried to find the moist juicy pink lips of my pussy.

I squirmed, spreading my legs and tried to aid him as much as I could, and then, at last, his hand slid into my pants further. His stiff middle finger found its target and began to move up into my cunt s

"Oh," I whimpered. "Oh, Bob, its ... it's so good. Don't ever stop."

"The only time I'm gonna stop is when I replace my finger with my cock, baby."

"Oh, yeah, your nice big cock!"

"Remember what it feels like?"

"Oh, yes," I moaned, "I remember. Big and hard." " "Did you like it?"

"Yes. Yes, I loved it."

"That's good. This time it'll be even better for you."

"Yes," I whimpered, knowingly, "Yes, this time it'll be much better for me."

Without taking my nipple from his mouth, he released my tit with his other hand and pulled his finger from my cunt. He grabbed hold of both sides of the material of my slacks and tugged it downward, over my legs and finally, off, over my ankles. I stood completely nude, now; naked as the day I was born. In front of the man who was going to fuck me.

I glanced down in the dim light and saw his cock, hard ... ready ... angry looking, as the huge bulbous head glimmered in the moonlight. It was a beautiful prick. Long ... smooth ... and thick.

I reached over to his hard washboard stomach and tugged at his belt until I opened it. And then he took over, pulling the clasp open and stepping back and tossing them aside. When he was stripped, he moved in again and began kissing me between my breasts. Downward he moved, and my body stiffened in anticipation of what I knew was to come.

He knelt before me and I opened myself to him. I spread my legs as wide as I could possibly do and still remain standing. As he examined my pussy, pried and probed with his fingers, I squeezed my own tits, rubbing them gently with the palms of my hands. I stood there, savoring the combined feelings of his manipulations and mine.

I nearly gasped as he moved in for the kill. Without warning, he inserted his tongue between my hot pussy lips and began sucking on my clit. His lips were clamped tight over my cunt. He was alternately pushing with his tongue and sucking with his lips as he pulled it out.

He moved back slightly, and began kissing the insides of my thighs.

"How about that dance," he asked, breathlessly.

"How about it?"

"How about giving me a few of those movements now?"

In my excitement, I had totally forgotten about the music. I wasn't even aware of it until he pointed it out to me, again. And then, slowly, provocatively, I began to push may hips back and forth, push my belly forward, my hips backward, and then reversing the motion.

"That's it. Keep moving that pussy. Let me see it move. Let me feel it. Let me eat it." And without another word, he dove again for my box. He inserted his tongue the same way he did before. His lips still tight over my box.

This time it was different though, because I continued my movements; I continued to grind my pussy into his face. I continued to push forward as his tongue slid upward into me. It was magnificent, and for the first time I realized that I wasn't thinking about what Gil and Linda were doing. I was too involved with my own action; too involved with Bob's mouth and his tongue, and what he was doing to me.

"That's it," he said. "Get hot! Get real hot, Rosalie!"

"I am," I moaned. "I'm really very, very worked up."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of that," he promised, and then went for my cunt again.

"Oh ... Oh ... " I moaned, squirming wildly above him. "Eat it! Eat it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't care who heard me; I didn't care what Gil felt.

"You and I are going to have a real fucking hot time, tonight, baby. I can promise you that!" Bob said, getting to his feet.

"Lie down, baby," Bob said, guiding me toward the bed. "Lie down on your back."

I didn't question him. I didn't ask questions. If he was ready to give it to me, ready to let me have that big cock of his between my legs, I was ready to take it.

"Don't move," he said, when I had positioned myself on the bed. He moved across the room to the windows and pulled the cord, drawing thick heavy drapes, blocking out the moonlight completely. The room was pitch dark. I couldn't see anything.

I heard Bob fumbling around, moving across the room, and as my eyes gradually adjusted to the new darkness, I could make out his shadow.

He was returning to the bed carrying something in his hands.

As he got closer I could see that he was carrying two candlesticks. He placed one on either side of the bed on the night tables and then produced a match from the dresser drawer and lit them. The room was illuminated with soft candlelight.

"Your body looks so gorgeous in this light."

I didn't say anything. I just undulated my form on the bed, lifting my hips up off the mattress and giving him a better view of my cunt. I let my hands move down along my body and reached between my legs and spread my pussy lips so that he could see the red, stiff clit, inside.

"You're getting me so fucking hot, baby, I'm ready to bust you open ail over again."

I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself that Bob thought himself the first and only person I'd screwed with. I wondered if he'd be surprised when he saw how much I enjoyed it, how willing I was, and how able I would be to take whatever he had to Hive.

I felt the mattress sag beneath his weight, heard the bed springs creak as his total weight was placed on top of the mattress.

I expected that he would position himself between my wide spread legs and direct his penis into my hole. But I was wrong. Instead, he sat back on his ankles between my legs and his hands came to rest, gently, on my lower stomach.

"I want a show, Rosalie. I want a real show."

I was slightly confused. I didn't really know what he meant by that

"Go ahead, Rosalie, dance. Dance. Dance to the music."

I was surprised that he wanted me to dance again, but I was more than willing to please. I started to get up from the bed.

"No, I don't mean that. I mean here."

"How can I?"

"Try," he said, his voice sounding strained and strange. The flickering candlelight made him look like some sort of demon; a handsome, beautiful demon.

"Go ahead," he prodded, grabbing my hips and moving them on the bed.

I understood now, what he wanted, and I closed my eyes and reached behind me. My hand caught and held on to the brass rungs of the headboard.

I spread my legs even wider and began to wiggle, sensuously, jutting my chest forward and then my hips forward as well. I brought my feet up high on the bed, dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my body high into the air.

"Kiss it," I moaned, "Kiss it."

Bob moved in closer, placed his knees under my back, took his cock and rubbed it against my cunt, slowly, sensuously, forcefully.

"Oh, fuck me," I moaned, "fuck me!"

"Not yet," he said, "Not yet. You're not ready."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to convince him that I was as hot as a bitch in heat, that I was ready to take that cock and ten more like it, one after the other.

My thoughts were suddenly cut off as I felt his finger sliding up into my hole, felt it hard and stiff, feeling around, touching my insides.

"Is it good, Rosalie?"

"Yes. More. Give me another one," I pleaded. He responded almost instantly. "Lift up again," he demanded.

As before, I dug my heels into the mattress, lifting my cunt high into the air.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out, completely, and I heard a quick rustling sound on the bed and then he was off it

"Where are you going?" I called.

"I'll be right there," he said. He reached for his pants and quickly stepped into them, not bothering with his underwear. Before he even had them zipped up, he was heading for the door.

But as soon as he disappeared out the door and closed it behind him, I let go of the bed post and with my own fingers, I began to masturbate; began to fingerfuck my cunt slowly, deliciously. It was a wonderful feeling and it spread like a forest fire throughout my whole body.

I heard the door open and quickly took my hand away from my cunt. I didn't want to be caught like this. I didn't want him to see me doing it.

The room was light enough so that I could see he was carrying some strange object in his hand. An object about the size of a cock, a big cock, a hard erect cock. It was even shaped like one. And then it hit me. This was what I had always heard about. This was a dildo. I couldn't imagine what he was going to do with it. I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why he would let me use a dildo instead of his own cock.

Quickly he rejoined me on the bed and repositioned himself between my legs, again.

"Okay, up!" he demanded.

Instantly I reached back and took hold of the bed posts again. I dug my heels into the mattress and quickly raised myself up high, opening myself, making myself vulnerable, completely available to his attack.

As if testing to see if my cunt were lubricated, if I were ready for diehard rubber, he let his fingers in, almost nonchalantly and quickly pulled them from me. In place of them, I felt the hard tip of the rubber.

"Take it," he moaned, "Take it. Suck it in there, baby."

I pushed downward, forcing myself further onto the imitation prick. I felt it scraping the inside of my walls. It was harder than anything I had ever felt up there, before. It was stiff. It wasn't like a man-cock. It bad no give. It wasn't flexible at all, and I didn't know whether or not I enjoyed it. I didn't know whether I wanted it, until he began to move it ... slowly, sensuously, as one of his hands reached up and grabbed hold of my breasts.

"Here, Rosalie," he said. "Do it. Do it yourself."

I didn't feel any embarrassment, didn't feel any inhibition. Immediately I reached down between my legs and took hold of the end of my cunt worshipper and began moving it in and out as he had been doing.

I opened my eyes for an instant and saw Bob leaning back against the foot of the bed, jerking himself off as he watched my every move. It was at this moment that I decided to give him a real show.

"Oh," I moaned. "Oh, its so good," I whimpered, and began squirming wddly on the bed.

"I wish it were you. I wish it were your beautiful prick! I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good, hard. Please!"

"I'll fuck you baby. I'll fuck you just like you want it But not now."

"Oh, fuck me ... "

"Not now. We gotta have a little fun, first," he cut in.

Without any warning, I change my position on the bed, the dildo still stuck inside me. I got to my knees and shifted my body until I was facing him. Then, without losing a stroke from my rubber phalus, I lowered my head and began eating Bob's cock again.

"Suck it, baby. Suck it like you did before."

I drew in my cheeks and sucked his cock hard. My mouth was working and making loud, lapping sounds. I pushed the dildo faster and harder in and out of me. And then Bob's hand reached down between my legs and took hold of it and began pumping it hard and last.

I pulled off his cock. "I'm gonna come," I moaned. "Easy."

Instantly his movements stopped and he pulled the dildo from my hole, completely. He flung it from the bed and I heard it land with a loud diunip on the floor.

Bob was a madman now. He pushed me wildly, back onto the bed. My head hit the pillow and made a loud, thrashing sound. Then I felt his strong hands prying my legs open, spreading my legs wide, and then his hard masculine body was on top of me. Frantically he shifted around, reaching down between his legs and taking his horse cock in his fingers. He guided it gently toward my gaping, hungry hole.

In one savage lunge he filled me-filled me completely. In one stroke he had reduced me to a whimpering mass of feelings.

"Give it to me. Give it to me," I moaned. "Let me have it Let me have it good."

He responded to my words with brutal violent force. He slammed into me over and over, banging my pussy like it had never been before.

His hard, muscled chest crushed my chest, flattened my breasts completely between our two writhing bodies.

I wanted to scream-scream at the top of my lungs. Anything to let out some of he tension that was mounting ... building to the breaking point inside of me. It was unbearable, but yet, magnificent. It was agony ... but it was ecstasy at the same moment.

"Oh Bob ... Bob ... Bob," I screamed.

"Fuck, baby fuck! Fuck that cock like you've never done. Take it all!"

Instinctively, my legs opened wider and I took more of the hard flesh into me. His dick was making strange gushing sounds as it worked its way in and out of my moist hot, burning cunt

"Possess me," I screamed. "Own me!" My hand clutched at his hard body, my fingernails dug into his biceps. My body jerked. I was gone to the world; completely lost in the throes of passion.

I felt his own body jerk on top of me. I felt him stiffen; all his muscles tense. He wrapped one arm around my shoulder and slid the other under my ass, pulling me tighter to him. He was groaning low and began to move in hard, circular thrusts.

"Now!" he screamed. "Now!"

And at the same moment I felt my own tensions burst forth, reaching the acme of passion. I felt my juices flow amid a shower of pain and ecstasy I felt his load shooting deep into my body. He flooded me and it made me give in to him. I couldn't hold myself back any longer.

After it was over, we lay there panting, locked in a carnal embrace. I forgot the next room. I forgot Bob. I was satisfied and I was in ecstasy.