Chapter 9
Though it looked like things weren't going to work out as David had wanted, fate suddenly took a hand in it all. When Shana had let David into her apartment, she had shut her door, forgetting to lock it. As a result, she was unaware that as she was screaming out her orgasm, her front door was being opened. '
Gina Cevetti was a short, plump, extremely pretty woman with brown hair. The hair was also short, fluffed around her head, and her twinkling eyes lit up as she heard Shana's gasp because she recognized an orgasmic cry when she heard it. Her short, upturned nose twitched as she pursed her pretty, heart-shaped mouth. The fox fur piece she had draped over her shoulders did little to hide the fact that she had large breasts, a slightly fleshy waist, and broad hips. The fall dress of three different shades of blue did nothing to hide her figure, either.
Gina tip-toed to the end of the hall and peered into the bedroom. She recognized the man fucking Shana as her downstairs neighbor. Shana had introduced them once, many weeks earlier.
Turning around, Gina made her way out of the apartment, shutting the door. This was something Conally Morse would give a good deal to know. Con had been wanting to fuck Shana for as long as he had been fucking Gina. He had met the two women simultaneously, and had put them to work for him at the same time. But where Gina had been extremely amenable, Shana had been completely evasive.
Gina had always hated Shana's holier-than-thou attitude, and as a result was overjoyed to see Shana getting it-and in the ass, no less. Good for David.
But Gina knew Con would give anything for this bit of information. So Gina changed her plans. Instead of spending the day shopping with Shana, as she had wanted to do, she would spend the day in bed with Con Morse.
She went directly to Con's apartment in the city. It was already past two, and she knew the man would be awake. When she pressed his door buzzer, he answered fully dressed, in slacks and a white shirt, obviously surprised to see her.
"I have some information you want," she smiled. "May I come in?"
Before he had a chance to reply, she pushed her way past him and strode into his wide living room. There, she saw a blonde sitting comfortably, and smiling. Gina asked, "Have you started or are you finished?"
The blonde, well aware what Gina meant, said, "I just got here, honey. So why don't you beat it."
"Sorry," Gina said, walking over and grabbing the woman by the arm. She hauled the blonde to her feet, twisted the arm behind her back, and ushered her out of the apartment, saying, "Better luck next time." Then she slammed the door, making certain it was locked.
"Well," Con said, as Gina went to his bar and made herself a drink, "I knew you liked me, but I had no idea it was that much."
"It isn't," Gina assured him, as he sat on the large blue sofa and she sat beside him. "As I said, I do have some information for you, which you will pay me for by giving me a bigger cut the next time I go across. However, since I'm already here, I felt I might just as well make use of the time."
She tossed her fur piece to the side, and reaching out, began rubbing the man's genital area, feeling him swell instantly.
"What's the information?" he asked, as she continued to sensuously rub her hand over his genitals.
"In a little while," she smiled, and teasingly unzipped the front of his pants and tauntingly wormed her slender, womanly fingers into the bulging entrance of his shorts.
"Jesus, Gina, be careful," he warned in a voice that was getting heavier and heavier with desire. "You keep that up, and I'll shoot all over your hand."
"Don't worry, Con," Gina replied as she sipped her drink with her other hand. "I want to take my time and enjoy this, so it's going to be nice and slow."
As they sat there, she still sipping her drink, her other hand gripped the long, thick length of Con Morse's long phallus inside his shorts, and with tantalizingly delicate and deliberate strokes she continued caressing the heatedly pulsing cock, making certain it was as hard as possible. Under her expert ministrations, the thickly pulsating length of hot, hard flesh was swollen with lust as his balls tightened in heatedly churning anxiety.
"Just keep it up, honey," he told her. "You'll get a handful of cream, yet."
The stunning brown-haired woman took her hand away for a moment and gazed very coquettishly at the good-looking man. She smiled and said, "I'd much rather have a mouthful of cream." Her tongue licked her crimson lips to emphasize what she meant.
Standing, Con led her to the bedroom, guiding her toward the bed until the backs of Gina's knees were pressing against the edge of the mattress,
Gina finished her drink and put the glass on the night table. She wasted no time in removing her clothing. Con stared with mounting lust as her dress came off, then her half-slip, then her brassiere, revealing the full, white mounds of her breasts, both tipped with almond-like nipples. Save for her panties, she was soon totally naked in front of the man. An obscene grin split her features as she beckoned to Con, saying, "Come, help me remove my panties."
While the lust-aroused smuggler hurriedly removed his own clothing, Gina stretched her rounded form out on the bed, her thighs splayed wide apart, bent just the littlest bit at the knees. Con was able to see the dark triangle of hair between her thighs, hidden only by the double crotch of her nylon panties. Her plump vaginal lips were already pulsating as his eyes traced their outline. Con had to admit this bitch had one helluva cunt. He loved using it.
His penis jutted out in front of him as he stood at the side of the bed, and Gina reached out and caressed it with her fingers, squeezing it, urging him to knee his way onto the bed. The head swelled even more, a bright-red mushroom. Her hand closed all the more tightly on the stem beneath it, squeezing it before she relaxed her grip.
"You have one fantastic cock, Con," she sighed at him. "I've only seen one other to compare to it."
"Yeah? Where?" he wanted to know.
"I'll tell you later," she assured him. "Right now, I'm in the mood to suck it. But you have to promise you won't come too quickly."
She released his wildly pulsating penis while he bent down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her flimsy panties. Slowly he tugged them over her lovely hips. Gina moaned with pleasure and lifted her body to help him. His feverish hands were clumsily working, but they managed to pull the delicate material off without tearing anything. He gazed ecstatically at the slit that was her cunt. Yeah! Gina was always good, whether fucking or sucking. Con just didn't care for her as an individual. Shana, on the other hand, was pleasant company all day long, but she didn't like fucking. Hell! He would have liked to marry the two of them. He'd keep Gina for the fucking and Shana for everything else. If only Shana had Gina's fucking ability. She would be perfect.
Her hand reached out and her fingers dug into his scalp. She pushed his face closer to her feminine garden, but Gina realized Con really needed no encouragement.
The fragrance of her tantalizing femininity arose and tickled his nostrils as his face slowly moved closer and closer to the glistening, petal-like vaginal lips, both so plump, lined with fringes of brown hair. They separated slowly as if to expose the coral inner flesh. Gina, aware of his desire, spread her thighs even wider.
Con's eyes were riveted to the smoothly tantalizing crease between Gina's wide-open loins, and his tongue leaped out and eagerly began licking his lips. With his thumbs he spread her fluttering feminine folds of vaginal flesh even farther apart, reveling in the nearness of such delectable wantonness. He ached to flick his tongue into her, letting it wash over the sweetly delectable flesh that was so openly exposed to him. But something held him back. Never before in his life had he ached to enjoy anything so much.
"Come on," Gina invited. "Lick it, Con. You know you want to do it. Stop wasting time. It's all yours."