Chapter 1
The cacti cast long shadows over the flat desert floor as the sun sank like a huge orange ball on the horizon. Shadows lengthened and grew deeper in color as night approached on the desert. Soon, a vast field of stars would glitter overhead and the air would become cool and nippy.
In the middle of the vast arid desert that stretches eastward away from Palm Springs, sits the Donnymead Health Spa, a complex of buildings, carefully tended lawns, arid tennis courts. Donnymead is like a little fortress, complete unto itself. Here, people come to lose excess weight and to partake of the natural hot mineral baths that bubble up from the earth.
Young and old, they come to Donnymead and find it run almost like a military establishment by Harry and Mae Morgan. Since the spa has a six-month waiting list, it is easily understood why Donnymead is so popular; they practically guarantee results. With Harry at the helm, things get done. Each day is planned out from the skimpy yet healthful breakfast right up to and including the minute when exhausted customers limp into bed. The pounds do come off. Arthritic conditions improve, and there are even stories of renewed virility in some instances.
Harry, an ex-professional football player, is the driving force behind Donnymead. His camp is run with the same spartan espirit-de-corps as a professional football training camp.
Harry, himself, is thirty-six and in fantastic physical shape. Likewise his wife, Mae! Mae is something special and the delight of not only every male eye ... but also, it is rumored, some of the female eyes around the camp. Mae is the director of women's activities and, like Harry, she will give massages on appointment.
She is a stunning redhead with a thick mane of naturally red hair. Blue eyes are widely spaced and slightly tilted. Her nose is just a trifle upswept at the end. Although she has just turned thirty, her figure has the lush promise of a nineteen year old drum majorette. It is her voluptuous figure that is the talk of Donnymead. Because of her activities and the hot desert sun, she wears little more than a bikini all day; the flimsy swimsuit is just large enough to keep her from being arrested for indecent exposure ... but not much larger. Male customers at Donnymead soon learn that one of the best sights to see in the whole desert area is Mae Morgan prancing down by the pool in her high heels.
When Mae walks, her firmly ripened breasts quiver like ivory-colored gelatin; and her hip action is that smoothly oiled action of a belly dancer moving in slow motion. Men watch her and sigh, for one of the many hard and fast rules at Donnymead is: no hanky-panky.
Or so it seemed!
The guiding character of Donnymead was shaped in the person of one Harry Morgan. It was he who dictated policy. He was an aggressive hard-driving man and his appetite for pleasures was matched by his ability to put everyone on a Spartan diet.
Now, while everyone is at the evening meal, Mae walks down to the steam room and enters, first checking out the large room to make sure it is empty, then moves around, picking up stray towels and magazines left by the clients who had used it during the day....
Billows of steam rose around her and Mae walked in and out of the clouds, her sensually mature body clad only in a bikini. When she was sure that she was alone, she quickly stripped, her proudly tilted breasts leaping free of the brassiere with a life of their own. She ran her hands over her warmly quivering mounds of pliant flesh with a little lascivious smile of pleasure on her face, cupping them heavily in her hands while her fingertips squeezed at her pinkly budding nipples.
Suddenly, without warning, she dipped her head and lifted one full breast up to her wetly parted lips; the glistening pink tip of her tongue came out and ringed the pointed nipple.
A wanton shudder coursed through her perspiration-streaked body, and she quickly abandoned the sucking of her own nipple to begin stripping off her bottom and kick off her high heels to stand completely naked in the billowing steam.
She was a magnificently proportioned creature as she stood all alone, running her hands over her slender, tapering thighs. Her jutting pubic mound was covered with downy hair that looked like licking flames as the steam billowed up around her and beads of clear moisture stood out on her voluptuous young body.
With a pout of impatience, she glanced at the door. Where the hell was Harry? What if someone should come and find her like this?
With a depraved smile, she half-wished someone would come ... wished that some man would walk through that door and she would jut her hips nakedly out at him and wantonly spread her hotly throbbing cuntal lips with the tips of her fingers and invite them to come on in and fuck her!
She was beginning to pant with the mounting heat of the steam room and her own passion which was spreading wildly through her body.
With a little animal growl of impatience, Mae went to a cabinet and opened it, feeling for and finding an electric vibrator she sometimes used on her female customers when she thought they were ready for a "special" massage. The vibrator made Mae laugh. It was sold with a straight face as an accessory to massages, but Mae knew that it was nothing but a fancy dildo. It was roughly in the shape of an over-sized penis and,' battery operated, vibrated all over. Made of soft plastic, it could be regulated to vibrate fast or slow. Just the click of a switch and it would obscenely slide back and forth while still vibrating.
Harry had bought it originally as a joke, not realizing how much Mae and some of the other females at the ranch would come to like it!
She checked the door once more. She couldn't lock it yet, not with Harry coming in at any minute. Biting her lower lip, she decided to go ahead. So what if anyone might come in? Twice before she had been almost caught, and each time left her with a little tingle that told her she might enjoy getting caught doing such a wantonly obscene thing.
The vibrator dancing, buzzing in her hand, she got up on one of the examining tables and lay down on her back, her fleshy wide-spaced breasts spreading out in a tantalizing way. She bent her knees and spread her legs out wide in an age-old position of fucking, with the vibrator held lightly in her right hand up between her legs. She hesitated a minute, turned on the switch, then closed her eyes and let out a little moan as she ran the end of the buzzing long artificial cock up and down the already moistened slit of her hotly pulsating cunt. Eagerly, she used the vibrating tip of the instrument to bring a tingling life to her heatedly moistened pussy lips, feeling safer now than before because the clouds of billowing steam had hidden her from the door. If anyone came in, they would have to walk through the steam and come to the table to find her so obscenely posed.
Where the hell was Harry?
Mae ran the violently pulsing vibrator up and down her wetly throbbing slit, feeling her fevered vaginal lips growing thicker and hotter with desire as she began to obscenely pump her hips back and forth and up and down in time with the thrusts of the artificial penis. Her nakedly writhing body was covered with moisture now and she knew it glistened in the thick fog the steam was making. Harry would be there soon and find her so lasciviously posed that he would fall on her and fuck the life out of her.
A low moan escaped her lips as she inserted the thickly turgid end of the long vibrator into her heatedly clasping cunt and heard it make a wetly lewd sucking as it thrust in and out of her tight vaginal flesh. Her shamelessly aroused pussy was well-lubricated by her growing excitement at the idea that some guest might remember a towel or magazine and come walking in to find her so wantonly and obscenely posed on the bench with a long, thick vibrator stuck up her cunt. Jesus! It would blow their minds!
Let them come! Let an orgy take place!
Another low moan escaped her lips. It had been a long time since she and Harry had staged an orgy. They had to be careful ... most of the people they invited to Donnymead were families and older, and not the type for an orgy at all. No, they had to be very careful and preserve the good name of the spa while having their cake and eating it too.
Her lust mounting with the obscene thoughts that raced through her mind, Mae cupped her nakedly heavy breast with her free hand while she slowly fucked the vibrator in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. The soft flesh of her breast was slippery with sweat and difficult to grasp, so she arched her neck forward and her little pink tongue snaked out to ring the turgidly erect nipple before she took it in her mouth and sucked lustfully on it. She could taste her own salty perspiration and the faint residue of some suntan oil she had used earlier in the day.
Just then, the door opened.
Through the mists of steam, Harry Morgan appeared, clad in his usual tight white tee shirt and form-fitting white pants. He stood over his voluptuously writhing wife with a cynical grin on his face. "You little slut," he said, with obvious affection in his voice, as he began undressing and throwing his clothes to the floor of the steam room. "One of these days it's going to be the sheriff who walks in ... but you'd probably like that too."
Mae watched him silently as he disappeared into the billow toward the door. She could hear the bolt being shot so that they were locked in and wouldn't be disturbed. She pulled the wetly glistening vibrator out and clicked it off, then lay back with an expectant smile on her lips.
"Just couldn't wait, could you?" he said, returning to her side and giving the breast she had been sucking a playful squeeze.
"Where the hell were you?" she demanded, lifting her shoulder and rubbing her other breast against his muscular forearm.
"Somebody has to run Donnymead."
"The hell with it. Come on, let's fuck."
"I was lining something up for the both of us."
"Mmmmmmmm. What?" Mae raised her arms to take him. He stood by her, nakedly smiling, his thick rising cock growing long and hard as she looked down at it.
"I knew that would get a response. Those goddamned twins, that's what!"
Mae let out a little moan of anticipated delight; ever since the twin girls had gotten to Donnymead, she had wondered about them and their handsome husbands.
"Mmmmmmm. Tell me more!"
The clouds of steam swirled around their sweat-glistening bodies as Harry stood over the table, his visibly throbbing cock swelling and rising slowly up like some prehistoric monster looking for prey. Mae reached with both hands and cradled his heavily dangling testicles, squeezing the head of his lust-swelling penis so that the foreskin slipped back slightly, exposing the reddish spongy head. He gave a little jerk of his hips. "What you need is a good massage," he said, walking to the head of the table and reaching over to seize both of her full sensuous breasts in his hands. He grinned and watched them slip out of his hands like quick-silver because they were so slippery from her own saliva and perspiration.
Mae repositioned herself on the table, using the soles of her feet to shove her entirely wet glistening body up so that her head hung off the edge next to Harry's nakedly muscular thigh. She let it fall back, her mouth opening, her eyes seeing the room upside down.
Harry grinned down at her. Her head was right on a level with his eagerly throbbing cock. Slowly, while he kneaded the soft warm flesh of her breasts and pinched and tweaked the erect little nipples into rock-hard peaks of desire, he let his hips move forward, closer and closer to her waiting face.
Mae's hands eagerly seized the desire-hardened shaft of his long rampant cock and guided it to her hungrily salivating mouth. There was something about the combination of heat and sex that drove the two of them wild. Their lone nights in the steamroom had gotten to be a regular thing, and, predictably, was the talk of the spa. They were always very careful just who they asked to join them, but still their disappearance commanded attention. Everyone wondered just what they did alone together at night while all the guests were eating dinner.
Mae slowly, and with great relish, took the lust-swollen head of Harry's hotly throbbing cock in her mouth, pulled back the tautly surrounding skin, and began sucking eagerly while her tongue twirled around the sensitive coronal ridge above the thick fleshy shaft. A low guttural groan from Harry told her she was having the desired effect. He was leaning over the table now, his hands deserting her ripely tingling breasts and traveling down over her waist to her smoothly curving hips. His fingers played momentarily with her sparse flaming pubic hair as she spread her legs in obscene invitation, letting them fall off the sides of the massage bench she was lying on.
The further Harry reached toward her wetly waiting cunt with his hands, the deeper his long thick cock slipped into her wide-stretched mouth and the harder she sucked as she breathed through her nose to keep from choking. Finally she did choke, but it was a sound of pleading as she felt his hand rummaging around in the wetly sensitive vaginal flesh up between her firmly trembling thighs.
His fingers spread her inflamed cunt-lips wide, exposing her anxiously pulsing pussy flesh to the steam and revealing her overly large clitoris stuck up with a wantonly visible desire. She couldn't help her hips gyrating wildly as she felt his knowledgeable fingers begin probing the hotly lubricated walls of her quivering little cunt.
Harry was leaning well over the table now, massaging his wife's wetly heated vaginal lips with his fingers, while his long hard cock rammed its thickened hard shaft deep into her soft warm mouth. Mae sucked with all the energy of a starving calf while her hips began a slow, lascivious up and down movement against his hand. Still hungrily sucking on his throbbing hot shaft, the redheaded wife closed her eyes and felt her cum welling up in her like lava in a volcano. Harry was the most exciting man she had ever met, and since their marriage, they had come to an understanding. Their marriage could be a modern marriage in that they did lewdly exciting things for and to each other that had been previously thought to be out of the realm of any marriage but well in the province of the whore-house.
Mae would do anything for Harry because he always ended up thrilling her in a way that no man ever had. The last orgy they had-with two other couples-Mae had found herself cumming three times in the first quarter-hour. She had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed ... all she knew was that she felt she was in ecstasy for longer than she could stand it.
It was at the last orgy-at Harry's urging-that she discovered that she was bi-sexual. While Harry and the other men watched in rapt fascination, she had sex with one of the wives, a cute young girl, and had found herself wildly excited. Now, when she was asked to give a massage and the girl was attractive and her type, she really had to fight for self-control. It was all she could do to keep from massaging their nakedly gleaming breasts and loins, and seducing them right on the spot. Earlier, Harry had talked about the twins, and she had given them both massages and had been on the verge of an outright seduction of both of them ... they were so brazen, so wantonly naked in front of her.
Now ... now Harry had set something up!
With an obscenely wet sluicing sound, Harry's fingers slipped into her eagerly pulsating vagina and began sawing in and out of their tightly clasping folds while his other hand still played with her desire-thickened clitoris. Mae bent her knees and spread her long legs even wider, allowing him greater access to her lust-inflamed pussy. Her head fell back even further off the massage table and sweat snaked down her neck in tiny rivulets as she let her husband's massively throbbing cock fuck in and out of her sucking wet mouth.
Mae felt the overpoweringly beautiful sensations building up in her wildly pulsating loins to the point where she was about to explode in a violent orgasm when Harry, in that diabolical way of his, sensed it also and deliberately pulled his wetly glistening cock out of her hungrily sucking mouth and stood back away from the massage table. He wasn't going to let her off that easily; he liked to tease, to build her to the point where she was a screaming-frantically writhing-creature pleading for release.
Mae's ripely quivering breasts were heaving and her nakedly undulating body glistened with sweat as she cupped the soft wet mounds of her slippery breasts again and offered them up to her sadistically grinning husband as he walked around the table, admiring her obscenely posed body arching hungrily up from the table.
"You're a good cock-sucker, baby. One of the best I've ever known."
"Mmmmmmm. Want some more?"
"Not right now. Got other things in mind. We're going to have us a little orgy."
"Now? Tonight?" The exciting news momentarily overcame her sexual needs and she relaxed down against the massage table; only the rapid rise and fall of her nakedly shimmering breasts betrayed her arousal.
"No ... soon. Gotta set it up. There's one person I'd like to get."
"Who?"
"That Mona Weathers, that's who."
Mae gave out a throaty laugh. "So would I! Lots of luck. You'll need it with that one." She shivered. "The way she is right now though, it'd be like making love to a carved ice statue."
Harry leveled a finger at his wife. "Before I'm through, I'm going to have that bitch eating out of my hand. "Christ, she's not frigid ... just uneducated. My guess is that she's never been turned on in her whole fucking life."
"I don't know...." she said doubtfully.
Harry grinned cockily. "Listen, there's a volcano in that broad, and Harry Morgan is the guy to bring it out."
Mae laughed her husky laugh again. "I'd kind of like to work her over myself ... you know, just to see how she reacts."
"You'll get your chance, baby, you will. Leave it to old Harry."
If Mae Morgan's face and figure could be described as "magnificient," then there were no words sufficient to describe the lovely face and lush young body of Mona Weathers. Young, just turned twenty, and newly married to Al Weathers, another handsome ex-football player, her face was as delicate and fine as Dresden China. Her figure was sensual and voluptuous, and she walked with a well-oiled smoothness that caused her hips to sway back and forth in a teasingly provocative way. Her breasts were full and rode high and trembled with awe eye-catching lasciviousness as she walked. Everything about her radiated a wild and promising sensuosity ... everything but her attitude!
Mona was a "prude" ... there was no other word for her.
She was so 17th century prim and proper that she was driving her poor bewildered husband completely nuts with her exciting-but unresponsive-body. She had been brought up in a strict home that allowed neither dancing, drinking, loud talking, or emotional feelings of any sort to be betrayed. At the age of eight, she had been sent to bed without her dinner because she had begun crying at her favorite aunt's funeral. At thirteen-abruptly and without any apparent reason-she had been transferred by her parents to a school where she knew' no one, after being asked to try out as a cheer leader by a teacher.
She had been told by her mother that her wedding night would be the most painful experience she would ever experience ... and it had been!
Her young husband, Al, had put up with it all in the vain hope that she would change her attitude toward other people ... and, most especially, about sex.
His excuse for being at Donnymead Spa was an old injury, a bad knee ... but his real reason was the hope that the baths and massages and semi-nudity might loosen up his terribly inhibited young bride a little.
His little plan didn't work, however, except for a daily swim in the pool, Mona refused all other pleasures. Mae Morgan had made a point earlier this day of offering a massage, and Mona had politely but coolly refused. Mona may have been a problem to Al, but she was of great interest to Mae and Harry; the same kind of interest that hearty-experienced mountaineers feel when they see a snow-capped peak which has never been climbed. Harry knew exactly what he wanted to do to that proud young bitch, and he was willing to wager a thousand dollars that he would have his way. Just the thought of the girl writhing nakedly at his feet made him temporarily forget that he was in the steam room with an almost as voluptuous woman. Mae quickly brought his mind back to the business at hand when she grabbed his massively thick erection, jerked it impatiently a couple of times, and said, "Ding-dong, Daddy, supper's ready!" And then as Harry gazed down in amusement at her, she stopped being playful.
"Come on, let's fuck," Mae said as the temperature continued to rise in the steamroom.
Dripping sweat, Harry lay down on the bench next to his naked, sweat glistening wife and pulled her sensually supple body over to him with the strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the rounded smoothness of her fleshy buttocks and cupped them as she moaned impatiently again. "Come on, baby. You know I need your big prick in my cunt. Hurry ... damnit! Fuck me!" She raised her face to his, locking her hungry wet mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between them for the long pulsating hardness of his penis. He gasped when her slippery fingers began frantically kneading his hotly throbbing cock, and pressed his head forward to moistly nibble at the soft warm flesh of her breast; she tasted salty-like sweat ... sweet sweat, with the erotic odor of a woman in heat. He lifted his head from her breast again and, knowing his words were going to inflame her even more, said, "I'm going to fuck those little twins and you're going to be fucked silly by their husbands. They'll probably both fuck you at the same time."
"Ohhh ... God!" Mae moaned eagerly and crushed the full length of her nakedly aroused body against his, grinding her wetly throbbing pelvis tightly against his lust-hardened thickness before suddenly twisting over onto her back and pulling him on top of her. As she opened her legs wide to take his nakedly muscular body between them she ran her hands searchingly down to his heatedly pulsing cock which was resting hard against her upper thighs, its hot, blood-swollen tip pressed into the narrow-lined slit of her cunt. The naked masseuse arched up for a moment levering them both off the bench with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her moistly throbbing vaginal lips slowly apart giving his penis greater contact with the wetly sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the hotly twitching slit. She relaxed and dropped her body back to the bed with his thick rigid cock trapped tightly between her sweat-streaked thighs.
Harry forced his hands between her shoulders and the bench and slid them down the warmly curving flesh of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the sun-bronzed skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs were like taut, velvet covered cables pressed against the outside of his hips. The heat and humidity in the room were mounting with each passing minute, and both of them were panting now and dripping sweat.
"Oh God, I can't wait for the party with the twins," Mae was almost raving in excitement as she ran her hands over her husband's body. "I want to watch you fucking them while their husbands fuck me!" She crushed her wetly nibbling lips against his mouth again, all the while making rhythmic fucking motions with her belly. Her nails trailed across his broad muscular back, leaving sweated-drenched red welts in their path. He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her softly firm ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and pulled wide-open vaginal slit up tighter against him. He moved slowly deliberately tormenting her as he insinuated the slippery hardness of his full penile length up and down the slippery cuntal furrow and felt her hotly quivering pussy growing wetter with each passing second. Her gleaming white buttocks began a more desperate rotation, hungrily grinding her pelvis up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his hips. Her smoothly tapered calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him closer into her.
His teeth tightly clenched, he grinned lewdly down at her and flexed his rigidly pulsating cock against her softly heated cuntal lips. "And I'm going to watch Pete Marshall and Bob Baines stick their cocks in your asshole ... and mouth ... and cunt. Can't you just feel them fucking you now?" He flexed again to add emphasis to his obscene imagery.
"Ooooohhhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now." She moaned wetly up into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding like some off-center machine about to vibrate off its supports.
He started to move but the wildly aroused young woman beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his massively throbbing cock, guiding it between the eagerly pulsating lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Harry groaned above her as he felt her hand move his thick, lust-inflated cock-head up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair foaming her vagina with his pulsating blood-filled head ... her pubic hair grazed teasingly against his long rigidness forcing it into a greater hardness until his penis and balls both ached from the excruciating pressure.
Harry couldn't hold back another second and with a low growl of animal-heat, cruelly flicked his hips forward with a sudden thrust that drove his massive pole of hot male flesh mercilessly into the gaping wet mouth of her pussy.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," Mae moaned gratefully beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over and around his sensitive cock flesh. His hardened penis entered with a slight pop and Harry once again was amazed at how tight her little pussy was. It was almost as though she were a virgin being fucked for the first time except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could control the tightness and the movements of her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her. Then, because he knew it would hurt her-and she did like to be hurt a little now and then-he dug his toes into the massage table to gain leverage and then slammed his massive hardness into her softly quivering vagina with a bone-jarring thrust.
His long, thick cock raced up her hotly rippling cunt to the full depths of her belly; her pussy was warm and tight at first, then grew hotter but easier as the wetness of her heatedly throbbing passage surrounded his rigid shaft, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he was up into her belly as far as he could go, his sperm-bloated balls slapping hard against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks and his wife screaming a low, animal-like wail beneath him. She twisted frantically to escape the unexpected pain, but he rammed harder, then even more viciously, screwing his pelvis tighter into her wildly writhing loins so there was no escape for her. He lay still for a moment proud that he could hurt her this way, and watched the pain-like moving clouds cross her face. Now, at this moment, she was completely at his mercy, unable to defend herself at all against him.
It was the age-old plight of woman and would always make them subjugated to man. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over his wife impaled beneath him and flexed his lust-swollen cock head again deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy bringing another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Harry began grinding his long hard cock into her softly quivering flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her nakedly pumping loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the massage bench from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the bench as beads of perspiration flew from her flaming red hair.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, you brutal bastard, make me scream!" she wailed up at him like a cat in heat.
As he drove his wetly glistening cock rhythmically in and out of her moistly heated cunt, he reached beneath her thrashing body to stretch the sweat-dampened crevice of her ass wide, searching for the tightly puckered anus with the tip of his outstretched middle finger.
Suddenly he found it.
A small rivulet of warm perspiration and slippery vaginal lubricant was running down into the widespread crevice from where he could feel his thickly heated cock sawing into her. The liquid moistened her puckering little anal ring, lubricating it and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. Then he pushed hard, feeling it give a little, hearing her moan in protest, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely, and his extended finger slid into her heatedly quivering rectum up to the first knuckle joint. Mae jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the wooden bench to escape the first unexpected pain as she yelled, "Aaaaaaaaahhhh, God it hurts!"
Harry brutally thrust again, sinking it in up to the second knuckle.
"Ooooooohhhh! Yesssss, yesssssssss!! Hurt me! Hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain he knew she must be feeling, Harry felt the naked masseuse suddenly begin screwing her softly heated buttocks back on his outstretched finger until it was sunk all the way to the palm of his hand. He rotated it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum, feeling through the thin membrane separating her two passages the underside of his thickly ridged cock sliding in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. As she groaned in masochistic delight, he began fucking his penis and finger into her heated cuntal and rectal depths in a rhythmically brutal motion. When he rammed inward, his fingernail snagged the flesh momentarily in her rectum. She jerked and moaned loudly, but then caught up the rhythm again, her legs dangling wide out over both sides of the massage bench to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Harry could feel his cock wildly expanding inside her tight little pussy until it felt as though his penis were going to burst from the churning pleasure building in his sperm-laden testicles as they slapped heavily against her naked buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped, he knew he could hold it back. Jesus, as turned on as she was, she had to cum soon! He began brutally fucking into her wetly clasping depths with long hard strokes in time with his finger skewering into her anus, then lowered his head and cruelly sank his teeth into the softly tender flesh of her breast to excite her more.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, then locked her legs around his rock-hard driving buttocks, opening and closing them in time to his long, hard thrusts into her tightly milking pussy. Sweating, panting, the heat mounting intolerably with their obscene passion, she gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep, deep, within her lust-constricted throat as though she had no control over it. Now he positively knew she was close to orgasming and he increased his merciless fucking in and out of her with all his considerable strength.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! Hardddddddd!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tightly, pressing her knees back hard into her ripely quivering breasts and offering him the full opening of her wetly sucking upraised pussy. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.
"I'm cumming," she stated suddenly, her mouth laxly open in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing herself, then began mumbling incoherently until the sounds spilling out of her throat were a mass of obscene unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her hotly quivering vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles slipped up to lock over his shoulders, while her firmly-fleshed hips were squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of complete abandonment.
"Oh ... baby ... oh ... baby. Jesus, baby, I'm ... I'm...." she couldn't finish the sentence for a low banshee shriek suddenly pierced through the sounds of hissing steam and the two hoarsely panting bodies slapping brutally together. Mae's nostrils flared wide as she screwed herself wildly up on his great thrusting cock and locked herself to his sweat-drenched, slippery body with all the strength of her thighs while her hotly convulsing loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
Mae held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though slammed in the stomach by a solid fist, her naked young body collapsing limply down onto the massage bench. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his lust-hardened shaft. He pushed deep into her soft warmth and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for a moment.
She looked up at him with half-opened eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that was nice."
"That's just openers, baby."
"Mmmmmmmmm. Roll over, then, I'm going to give you a special reward for being so patient."
Harry pulled back, withdrawing his hardness with a loud obscene sucking noise from the wetly clasping warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull out, he was so close to shooting his hot load of impatient cum into her belly that he didn't want to stop, but he knew there would be far better things to come if he let her have her way now.
The heat was mounting all the time, and the two of them were isolated in a corner of the room by billowing white clouds of steam. Their naked bodies glistened all over with sweat as Mae turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking the loose flesh of his still fully wet cock up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that caused the ache in his sperm-filled balls to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose nakedly to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her freely dancing breasts swaying enticingly, her sweating face a scant few inches from the eagerly throbbing head of his cock. She held the spongy tip tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that soon resulted in his loins undulating in time to her maddening rhythm.
Slowly, her wetly parted lips dropped toward his heatedly pulsating shaft, and it was then that her pink little tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the seeping wetness of the tiny glans on the end. Harry sucked his breath as she began hungrily licking his wetly glistening cock which she held in one hand, holding onto it like a child with a slippery candy cane. Chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan from his lust-contorted lips, as the nakedly kneeling masseuse brought her ovaled wet mouth down all the way over his pulsating cock-head and enclosed the entire tip in a moistly warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around his sensitive hardness just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned up into the swirling steam, lifting his head from the bench and staring down at her cock-contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her tightly compressed lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. His long thick penis was wet from the sweat and the thick fluid of her orgasm, and it glistened like a moist ivory pole along the part she had not been able to take between her softly warm lips. Massaging the desire-tautened sac of his testicles with one hand and stroking the thick base of his pulsating cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other, Mae began to suck rhythmically as she moved her wetly ovaled lips up and down over the hotly throbbing shaft. Harry could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around his sensitive cock-head at the apex of the withdrawal as he flexed his buttocks and watched the top of her head bobbing up and down between his widespread thighs.
Mae could feel his wildly throbbing reaction to her hungry sucking, and she began to use the tips of her teeth to dig gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin.
"Oh God!" he groaned. "Sweetheart you really know how to suck cock."
Mae mumbled something, then shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her voraciously sucking mouth from his thick, wetly glistening penis and kneeled-her breasts quivering in anticipation-further up between his open legs. Eagerly, she reached under his nakedly pumping buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing cock-head until Harry felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the long rigid shaft deep into her throat.
Swirls of heat, greater than the steam, were building deep, deep in his sperm-churning balls as he watched the nakedly kneeling woman sucking so gluttonously away above his sweating loins. He could see thin rivulets of sweat rolling in clear droplets from the side of her sensually ripened young body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bench and rammed his wildly pulsating penis even further between the soft moistness of her wetly ovaled lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his rapidly thrusting cock as it seemingly sought to fuck itself right down her throat and into her belly.
Harry groaned over and over again, and then suddenly, he gasped. A low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt his hotly churning sperm begin spewing in thick spurting streams into her frantically sucking mouth. Mae's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his life-giving cum to keep from choking. She went on sucking, sucking, sucking as he emptied his white-hot semen into the soft warmth of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her flaming red hair, holding her head tight in against the insanely throbbing shaft protruding from his loins as he pushed his long hard cock all the way down to her tonsils. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment as his cock slowly deflated in her hungry wet mouth. Mae continued her rhythmic sucking, more gently now, drawing every last drop of the warm cum from his weary limp penis. He lay utterly relaxed, panting, covered with sweat while billows of steam engulfed both their bodies.
After a moment, Mae lifted her cum-smeared lips and grinned in triumph. "How's that for starters, baby?" she asked.
When he sighed wearily, she crawled up and lay nakedly out full length beside him. "Okay, now tell me again about how you're going to fuck the twins and you and I both are going to get to that frigid little Mona Weathers....