Chapter 9
Phillip knew he had to find somebody to love and this bothered him no end. He felt alone, and lost. And he decided he would fly to Miami, and try to forget the horrible sorrow he felt sweeping through him at this moment.
On the beach, he did see plenty of attractive young chicks, and while they did turn him on, he still wanted to find an older women, who was still beautiful-like his Mom had been.
He lucked out one day, when a sharp looking, shapely brunette lay beside him on the beach late one afternoon as the sun's ray slanted down on the beach.
The woman was wearing a white bikini, and wearing large silver rimmed sun-glasses.
He could see shreds of hair showing at the vagina area where her skimpy bikini failed to completely cover her. And he could see the outline of her nipples, as they pushed against the soft nylon material of her bikini bra.
"You are quite a sharp looking woman," he said quietly. But, the woman didn't respond. He thought she was being difficult, and he started to turn, but her hand reached out and groped him. She allowed a small smile, and said, "Hi, tiger!"
The instant her hand touched his swim trunks, and felt the outline of his swelling cock, he became turned-on.
"Hi, honey," she smiled. "Pleased to meet you!"
She took her hand back quickly, and glanced around to see if anyone was watching.
"My name is Phillip," he smiled, "What's your name?"
"I'm Susan," she grinned, "and I'm really enjoying it here in Miami!"
"Well, Susan, you've got a lot to offer so I suppose you are enjoying it!"
She took off her glasses, and he looked into her soft brown eyes.
"How about joining me for dinner tonight?" she smiled.
"Oh, I'd love that," he nodded, and suddenly it was as if Mom was back, re-incarnated in the luscious body of Susan. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, and she observed this.
"Why are you looking me all over like that?" she demanded. "It's like you are inspecting me-"
"I'm not inspecting you," he chuckled, "I'm admiring you. In other words-you turn me on!"
"Well, lover boy," she laughed, "I've got news for you. You turn me on!"
"What do you say we split this scene-and go some place where we can be alone?"
"Like my hotel suite?" she asked cagily.
"That sounds good," he nodded, "Let's go!"
Together, they got up from their place on the beach, and they went up to her room at the Marquis Beach Hotel. When he stepped into her suite, and looked out on the sea at sunset, he frankly gasped, "Oh, Wow! This is too much! It really is-I've never seen anything like it!"
"That's why I'm here," she said, "It is so soothing to look at a sunset."
"Why do you feel the need to be soothed?" he asked her rather bluntly.
"I just got my divorce," she told Phillip, as she gestured for him to sit down. "I got a good settlement, but my last husband put me through a lot of hell."
"How many times have you been married?" he asked.
"Five times," she said grimly, "And this must be my last! Fun, that's one thing. Marriage is quite another. I'm all for fun from now on!"
"Me too," Phillip said, licking his lips at the prospect of fun with Susan.
"You look uncomfortable in those tight fitting trunks," she said quietly, "Why don't you slip out of them?"
"Why don't you help me?" he winked.
"Alright," she agreed, "I'll help you take your clothes off and you can help me take mine off."
She walked over to him, and slowly eased his swim trunks down. When she came to his huge, stiff cock, problems developed.
"You've got a problem," she said, as she tugged at the shorts.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "it's about seven inches long and it needs a good sucking every now and then!"
"That's nice," she smiled, as she dropped to her knees, and pulled them down while she held the prick in one hand and tugged his swim trunks down with the other. He stepped out of them gladly, and then gripped his rod and held it out for her to inspect. She grasped it, and looked at it a moment. Then, she let her tongue slide over the head of the dick, and sucked when she finally opened her mouth, and let him slide smoothly in.
Phillip's hand went on Susan's head as he guided her over his hot cock.
"Oh, yes, Susan, baby-that's it-suck that prick, honey. And suck it good!"
With her eyes closed, Susan's mouth clung tightly to his prick. She sucked eagerly, and he began sliding it to the back of her throat.
"Oh, baby, that's beautiful," he panted as he thrust it down her throat, giving her a deep throat fuck. "Yes, honey, keep it up-faster-yes, fuck!"
Phillip loved the feeling of domination he could obtain having her in this kneeling position in front of him. His body began perspiring, and he rammed it down her throat.
"Suck it, baby, suck-suck that prick! That's it, suck! Suck that cock!"
Now, Phillip pulled his meat out of her mouth, so she could suck on the head of it in her mouth. She was a skillful cocksucker, and employed all kinds of techniques to excite him. He loved it when she would slowly ease off it for a split-second, letting her lower lip drag over the underside of the prick. And, then suddenly, she would pull the prick back, and go on sucking on the juicy head of it, as if she was eagerly awaiting some more action. He could hardly keep himself from juicing. He'd watch his jiggling balls bouncing in front of her chin, as he went on thrusting his prick into her face.
"Suck it, Susan," he panted, "That's it, honey-suck-suck my prick, baby-suck it-suck it!"
Suddenly, Susan slid her mouth off the head of his prick, and got to her feet.
"Baby," she smiled, "I've got a great idea about is. I'll show you in a second."
Phillip was disturbed that she had stopped eating his cock mid-way to orgasm. He wanted to have her finish it off for him in the worst way.
"Hurry up," he complained, as he watched her fumbling about in a dresser drawer as if she was searching for something. "I want you to suck my cock off," he complained.
"I will, honey-but just a minute," she smiled, as she finally found what she was looking for. She opened the eyes of Phillip wider now, as she dangled a dildo in front of his face.
"Susan, have you flipped out or something?" he demanded. "What on earth are you doing with that thing?"
"This, good looking," she grinned, "is a dildo. And it can work magic when used properly."
"But, baby, you don't need to use a dildo when my dick is here!"
"Wait until I explain, will you?" she insisted, paying little attention to Phillip's protests.
Finally, she had the dildo strapped on, and then she went over to put some surgical jelly she kept in a tube on it. When it was well greased, she smiled, "Now, get down on the bed honey, on your back and I'll give you some thrills you will enjoy!"
"You've got to be kidding," Phillip insisted, "I'm not taking that big thing up my ass-hole. I won't! I refuse!"
But, when Susan kept insisting, he finally relented.
"Alright," he agreed, "but don't try anything too far-out, will you?"
"I'll try not to," she smiled.
He got on the bed, on his back, and then she explained the precise position he wanted.
"Throw your legs up in the air," she insisted, "and then I'll drill your ass-hole with this dildo!"
"You better get some of that gook up my ass-hole," he insisted, "I'm not going to take all that up there without a little bit of help."
"Alright," she agreed. Then, she walked over to the dresser where she'd placed the tube of surgical jelly and picked it up and brought it over to the bed with him. She took the top off the container, pressed it, and got some of its sticky contents in her hand. Then, she slid a finger up his tight anus.
"Look, Susan-just thrusting a finger up there is uncomfortable-how in the world are you going to get that monster plastic prick up there?"
"It won't be easy," Susan acknowledged, "but we'll make it, lover, you bet we will!"
Now, she threw his legs over her shoulders and began easing the dildo up his tight, hot channel.
"Slow, baby-real slow," he insisted, as the whole idea of letting her drive a plastic pecker up his ass-hole, turned him completely off.
However, as she eased the plastic penis up Phillip's behind, to his enormous surprise he began enjoying the sensation.
"Say, now-that doesn't feel bad," he told her, "That doesn't feel bad at all."
Now, he was enjoying it, for she had succeeded in getting it past his tight anal ring, and was going to town in smooth, driving thrusts.
"Fuck me," he begged her, "Yes, baby, keep it up! I like that, oh, yes-fuck-fuck, fuck it off!"
"You like it, huh?" Susan grinned at him proudly, as she continued pushing it into him. "Now, angle your body just right, baby, so I can lick your prick!"
"Oh, I get it, you're going to suck me while you fuck me," Phillip exclaimed excitedly, "Sure, honey, I'll help you!"
Carefully, he angled himself so that his cock was coming closer, and closer to her mouth. It wasn't easy at all, for she wanted to keep the dildo going up his ass-hole at the same time. Finally, his pecker was within tongue's reach, and she let her tongue flip out over its velvety crown.
"That's beautiful," Phillip admitted, "The two sensations are really groovy-fuckin' and suckin' at the same time!"
She kept the action going, letting the cock glide in smoothly, and the sucking continued.
"That's it," he told her, "Now, we're doing it!" He had finally reached the point, where her mouth could completely cover the head of his prick, and she could give him a good suck, along with a smooth fuck.
"Suck it-suck my cock," he urged her on, "That's it, baby-suck-suck that cock! Keep it up. Eat it! Eat my prick! Oh, yes, baby, I like that!"
He was going to town now, and she loved it too. She couldn't wait to feel him shoot his wad in her mouth. Finally, he could hold back no longer and the meat erupted in her mouth.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he urged her on, "Oh, yes, that's it-suck-suck that prick! Suck it, suck it good!"
At a certain high point of sexual excitation, his cock exploded in Susan's mouth, and she ate his prick for him. Reaching out, his hands went around her, and he stroked her.
"Oh, yes, honey-go after the juice. Eat it, baby, eat it. Eat my dick!"
Greedily, she sucked him, and he was excited to have her go at it with such vigor.
When she finally finished devouring his dick, she pulled off his rod, and complimented him.
"Phillip, luv, you've got a great pecker there-you gave me a fantastic load!"
She slid the dildo out of his ass-hole, and got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned it off, and dried it.
In the meantime, Phillip just lay there in awe. He could hardly believe any chick could give him such a super good time, as she had succeeded in giving him moments before.
When she came back, she looked at him and asked, "Did you enjoy that action,, Phillip?"
"Yes, I did," he said, "Let me kiss you."
She sat on the edge of the bed, and Phillip wrapped his arms around her affectionately, and kissed her.
"Baby," he breathed softly, "I could live with a woman like you, and enjoy it-"
"Maybe we could shack up," she smiled, "but marriage is a dirty word in my book."
"I understand," Phillip said softly, as he lowered his head, and began licking her nipples.
"Phillip," she asked softly, as she stroked his head, while he sucked on her breasts, "could we possibly have ourselves a wild time ? "
"How wild?"
"Well, baby, I'd like to get my ass-fucked!"
Before she could complete her sentence, Phillip interjected, "That's fine with me, honey. I dig ass-fucking. It's a nice trip!"
And then, she explained, "If you'd w-ar the dildo, honey-just strap it on yourst f, you could give me a good cunt-fucking wi i your pecker, and an ass fuck with the dildo
Phillip's jaw hung slack. The idea o doing it like this had never occurred to him. and it frankly got him uptight.
"I'd feel like a fuckin' dyke strapping a dildo on," he told her, protesting, "I-I won't do it!"
"Oh, you can do it, honey," she purred quietly.
"Oh, alright, I'll strap the damned thing on," he agreed, "but I don't like doing this."
"You will once you realize that you can do more with two cocks instead of one."
Slowly, Phillip put the dildo on, straps and all. He looked in the mirror and burst out laughing.
"I feel like a fool with this damned thing on," he told her, "I really do!"
"You don't have to, honey," she smiled, "because the whole object of sex is pleasure, isn't it?"
As he got on the bed, and she greased the dildo for him with the lubricant, he nodded, "Yes!"
Then, tossing the tube of lubricant aside, she lay back, and slid a couple of pillows under her buttocks. And then, the action began. He eased his huge cock up her vagina, and reaching down, guided his dildo up her tight ass-hole.
"Maybe I should be doing this in reverse," he chuckled, "I'm really strung-up on ass-fucking. Ass-fucking is groovy because it is such a tight spot to fit the prick!"
"Well, baby, it's up to you," she smiled, "If you really think you'd prefer letting the dildo go up my cunt, and the pecker up my ass-hole, that's your choice!"
"Groovy," he gasped, as he pulled the head of his pecker out of her pussy, and laughed, "Got it well oiled in your cunt honey, so I won't need the grease on my prick. How about that?"
"I must remember that one," she smiled, "I can tell my lovers to begin in my cunt, and move on to my ass-hole after they've got it lubed."
They both had a good laugh over that one, and then he began the action he looked forward to.
His cock slid smoothly up her ass-hole, as the dildo rode into her pussy.
"Oh, baby," she smiled up at him, "That feels great! I really enjoy that! Keep fucking me, honey! Oh, yes, baby, do it, do it, just like that!"
She was proud of herself that she had given Phillip some advice, and as he rammed it up her ass-hole, he grunted and gasped, "Oh, baby, that's groovy, fuck it-ohhh, yes, faster, honey ! Twist your tail. Ohhhh, ahhhh, I like that, yes, baby, fuck! Fuck it! Fuck that ass-hole!"
He was perspiring now, and she could tell he was enjoying himself immensely.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes, baby, yes, fuck-fuck, fuck it!"
Faster, now, and faster, he drove his dick up her tight anus, and he was enjoying it more each second.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," he begged her, and he kept riding it into her, until she was frantic.
"Sock it to me, honey," she urged him on, and then he exploded. "I'm cuming! I'm cuming, ohhh, baby, I'm shooting my wad!"
His cock was exploding inside of her, and she was grinding around, accepting him.
"Beautiful, ohhh, yes, I like that, I like that," he panted, as he persisted in pushing it into her until he had finished. Then, slowly, he eased his dick out of her ass-hole, and the dildo out of her cunt.
He couldn't help laughing as he thought about it.
"This dildo thing is quite a fantastic invention," he laughed, "isn't it, baby?"
"You know it," she smiled, "husband number three taught me how to use it."
"Don't you refer to your past husbands by name?"
"I should say not," she laughed, "it would resurrect a bad syndrome. So, I refer to them by number."
"That's funny," he laughed, "You are an unusual woman. So, you like to think of your husbands by numbers."
"Why yes," she said, without cracking a smile. "For example, husband number two left me three and a half million. And, I thought that was fantastic until husband number four left me four million. You see it pays to think of husbands by numbers. Now, confess, I'll bet you are some runaway millionaire's son, who came to Miami to find some beach action with a gorgeous young chick like me."
Suddenly, he realized Susan thought of herself as a young chick. He realized she lived in Illusion Land, and he hated to make her imagination take a tailspin by telling her the truth.
"Alright, so I am a runaway son of a millionaire ! "
"How did your father make his millions?" she demanded, in true gold digger style.
"Oh, I hate to talk about our family money," he smiled, "It is so boring. It is all I heard at home-money, money, money-and I got so tired of it, I ran away."
"You poor darling," she said, reaching over and fondling his testicles. "You poor, poor rich boy. I guess we both struck it right meeting each other."
"Yes," he gulped, "we did."
Then, she smiled at him, and told him, "I love to do everything. Did you ever have a woman serve herself complete with whipped cream titties, with cherries for nipples, and down there, fill it up with honey, and whipped cream topping?"
"Stop it," he chuckled, "you are making me hungry!"
"Well, honey, we'll do all kinds of things," she assured him, "I'll even poke the honey nozzle up your ass-hole, and give you a sweet ass. That should be all kinds of fun!"
"Yes," he nodded, "it should be alright!"
"You know," she smiled, "one of my husbands used to like to lash my behind with his belt until I bled-"
"Oh, no," Phillip shook his head, "I wouldn't dig that trip!"
"Honey," she smiled, "You'd be surprised what you can dig if you once get used to it!"
"I guess that's so," he nodded, "but the idea of beating anybody doesn't turn me on-"
"Why don't you try it with me?" she urged him on, "I think it would be a lot of fun-I I really do!"
"Oh, I don't like to," he told her again. But, she wouldn't listen. She got off the bed, went to her closet and brought back a black leather belt.
"Here it is, honey," she smiled, handing it to him. He picked it up and looked down at her, as she got on the bed on her stomach.
"Baby," he smiled, "I don't dig whipping your ass with this here belt-but if you want me to-"
Then, he raised his arm and brought the whip down with a resounding slap. She shrieked, "Ohhh, I love it-it's juicy-keep lashing me."
He continued lashing, and she howled in delight. Finally, he detected small traces of blood trickling down her buttocks.
"Now, honey-lick me-lick my ass, sweetheart!"
He got down there, and started licking her buttocks, and he found himself enjoying it. She did have a beautiful behind, and it was fun for his tongue to lash around and lick.
"Baby," she purred quietly, "Can-I tell you something, and not have you hating me?"
Between licks, he replied, "Of course, honey-go right ahead-"
"Now, honey, are you sure?"
"Of course, I'm sure," he said, lapping away on her.
She hesitated, and he went on kissing her behind.
"Well," he asked, "aren't you going to tell me what's on your mind?"
"You are fond of me, aren't you Phillip?" she asked edgily.
"Of course I am," he smiled, and went on kissing her.
"Well, then, I guess it wouldn't matter if I told you I really wasn't rich, would it?"
"No," Phillip assured her, "I don't like you for your money."
"Good," she smiled, turning over, and flashing her pussy in his face, "I'm happy to hear that, because I'm flat broke. I made up that story about five husbands to lure you here because I suspected you were really rich-and I needed someone to pay for this suite."
"Well," Phillip smiled, "now that I know, well, er-"
"Yes," she purred softly, "it doesn't make any difference does it Phillip, darling-now that we care so much for each other."
"I've got some bad news for you," Phillip laughed, "I'm broke too. I made up a story about having money because I didn't want to feel inferior-you understand, don't you?"
A look of rage surfaced on her face. She pulled herself off the bed, and paced the floor.
"Now, who pays for this suite?" she demanded, "this is my last day. The management won't let me stay unless I pay, and I combed the beach for somebody I thought was loaded."
"My balls were, honey, but not my bank book," he laughed.
"It isn't funny," she shrieked, "I'm in a lot of trouble, and all because of you-you liar!"
"How dare you call me a liar?" he shot back at her.
"I'll call you anything I damned please," she snapped.
Phillip got dressed, and turned to look at her.
"You can go to hell," he smiled. And then he walked out of her suite, and left her alone with her dilemma.