Chapter 8
The blazing sun shone down brightly on us. Cliff and I were perched on a beach blanket watching the water rush against the shore on a clear Santa Monica afternoon.
It was a weekday so there weren't as many people taking advantage of the warm beach temperatures as would be on Saturday and Sunday. It was now two days beyond our wild orgy behind the bar, which had culminated so fantastically with Cliff's big prick gliding feverishly inside a mare's flaming cunt.
Cliff had awakened me from a deep sleep at a few minutes past eight that morning.
"How you doing, baby?" he began.
"I was sleeping," I yawned.
"Well get that cute ass of yours out of bed. It's a beautiful sunshiny day so you oughta get something accomplished."
"Like what? Do we have another show planned?"
"No, not right yet. But you can go to the beach with me."
"Okay. That sounds like fun."
"Groovy. I'll be picking you up around eleven."
It turned out that he wasn't there until a few minutes past twelve. He apologized and said he couldn't help it that a nightclub singer he'd known from a few years before was in town from New York.
"She ditched her husband to come over and see me for a couple hours," he chuckled boyishly, "so what else could I do? She's a great blow job artist and tells me she likes my cock better that any other she's gone down on in her life. How could I ever turn down a girl in need?"
"You're too charitable to do anything like that," I shot right back.
"Right on, baby, you know me."
But the beach outing turned out to be worth the wait. The sun was warm and the air clear, and I got to be with Cliff, the man I loved. The one thing that was starting to bother me about my relationship with him, however, was that he was so outspokenly promiscuous with so many women.
I got the distinct impression that Jackie and Consuela had resigned themselves to accepting his attitudes and practices as they were, but I hadn't. When I met him and had sex with him I loved him in a more selfish way, in a way wherein I would have loved to have him and possess him exclusively.
The thing I liked about that magical afternoon was that I had him all to myself, at least for the time being. He brought along a cooler containing cans of beer, and had had some six or seven during the course of time we were there. I couldn't match his pace, but did manage to swig down three.
The beer caused him to grow relaxed and playful. He started reaching over and swatting me on my behind. I had worn a bright orange bikini for him that was skimpy enough for him to get good and horny.
"You've got a beautiful bod," he would tell me repeatedly.
"It's all yours anytime you want it."
"I know you feel that way. And that's why I love you. You're willing to go all the way to see that Cliff is made happy."
On that note he opened two fresh cans of beer, one for himself and one for me. He gulped down the suds fast, while I sucked on mine leisurely. Once I finished my beer he took one long look out into the sea, then exclaimed: "Let's get out of here and cut out for my pad. I wanna fuck you."
"That's putting it bluntly."
"I tell it like it is."
"Good for you. I'm with you."
"That's good."
He leaned over and planted a firm kiss on my lips. As he did he reached inside my bikini top and fondled my tits. After he let me go I looked around uncomfortably, hopping that nobody was watching us. Fortunately we were in a section off pretty much to ourselves.
During the ride back I got hotter and hotter. All he had to do was mention fucking to me and it was enough to set me off on a wild tangent. I was getting kind of sorry that the man turned me on as much as he did. Jackie and Consuela dug him, and enjoyed being fucked by him, but they were able to reconcile themselves more casually to his promiscuous nature. I guess in spite of my recent wild antics I essentially remained an old-fashioned girl in the sense of wanting one man for all my own.
Every time he would stop for a light, and when there was nobody else around, he would go to work with his fingers on my leg, letting it run slowly and smoothly up and down it, filling me with such great anticipation that several times I almost had to shoot.
Finally we arrived at his place and went right into the bedroom. He never mentioned a solitary word about having a drink, which showed how determined he was to get the show on the road. From the looks of his cock as seen through the outline of his trousers it was obvious that he was hot and bothered, wanting to express himself badly.
He drew the curtains in the bedroom, preferring it dark in marked contrast to the light to which we had been subjected during the afternoon at the beach.
Cliff started undressing, not saying a word. I followed suit, getting out of my bikini in a matter of seconds. He pulled off the old trousers he had climbed into when we arrived at the car after leaving the beach, showing his trunks. His hard-on was pushing against the trunks so tightly that I'm surprised they didn't split under the pressure. Sweat was beginning to pour from the surface of his body. He looked at me with tense anxiety.
"Damned but I wanna buck you," he whispered.
"Take me in your arms," I begged.
He moved toward me in the darkness of the spacious room and gripped his fingers around me, driving his lips speedily forward, until they were pounding pulsatingly against my lips.
I rared back and pushed my lips forward to meet his kiss. The impact was explosive. He withdrew his lips, then sent them searingly forward once more against mine.
"I want inside your mouth," he gasped.
"Be my guest."
I opened my mouth widely, preparing to meet the forward onslaught of his tongue, which speedily whisked against mine. I loved the feeling of his tongue touching mine, of our saliva and breath intermingling tingle by tingle. I was being carried off on my feet by his stimulating lovemaking efforts.
We kissed and caressed for several spellbinding minutes that passed by fleetingly. I loved him and wanted him desperately to possess me in every way, shape and form. His breath was puffing heavily and his eyes were widening with a sense of prolonged adventure as the kiss continued. Our lips would meet fervently, then he would stab his tongue against mine. Our tongues locked in pure, unadulterated passion. I was so hot that I had to fight back an orgasm. I wanted to save it for when he was pumping inside me.
His head pressed between my breasts. His teeth gently nibbled at one of my nipples. My body instinctively flared upward to meet his exciting forward movements. It was a delicious moment, one that would never again happen in just the same magnanimous way.
My body rocked excitedly as his tongue continued probing and playing with my tits. Then he suddenly lifted his head and looked down at me with admiration.
"I'll bet that cunt's ready for my peter," he said.
"It's just burning up. Go after it."
"Will I ever, baby. Will I ever."
He moved his body forward steadily, letting his rigid penis enter my cunt. In the beginning he pushed just a little bit in, giving me a chance to get acclimated.
"Oh, it's so good having you in there," I gasped.
"This is just the lull before the storm, Carolyn," he informed, patting me gently on the buttocks.
This time he pumped a little harder, driving his giant phallus in me a little more. By spacing things out, by prolonging the sensual event, he excited me all the more.
"Oh, drive it in me, puncture me with that spear," I called out to him loudly.
He looked down at me one more time, giving me a nod and a crooked little smile, which I recognized to mean that he would now be getting down to brass tacks. The warm-up period had passed and was giving way to a blinding, swelling intense sexual rage.
Cliff grunted a little as he pushed forward resolutely, driving his big prick into me. I let out a little cry at first, since the first piercing stab hurt. But with Cliff I enjoyed every aspect of sex, even the pain that sometimes went with it.
He rammed his prick back and forth as my hips thrust forward to keep time with his stabs. I slid my hands down his warm and wonderful spine and gripped his buttocks fiercely. I was hanging on for dear life as I got the hell fucked out of me by the handsomest, sexiest man I had ever known. My timing was perfect as I matched him stroke for stroke, moving back and forth.
I was getting so gluttonous, and desiring him so much, that I pulled my body as tightly forward as I could, determined that he would stuff every bit of that huge penis into me as far and as deep as it would go.
Patiently Cliff wriggled his hips from side to side, shoving as much prick into me as he could, throwing his trim athletic frame into me with great eagerness.
The knob on the end of his flaming rigid penis slid past the protrusion of my uterus and way up high into my inside chamber. Now he could feel the very tip of his penis bang against the very depths of my inner being with every fierce stroke. It was the ride to end all rides as he ground forward with piston-like regularity.
"Oh, you're making me feel so good, you're making me such a lucky woman," I exclaimed. "Keep it up, my sweet, keep that big long stick driving inside me."
He thrust into me even harder than before. Cliff stepped up the pace, pushing with great rapidity. With great sputtering spasms he surged forward with every ounce of pent-up energy he could command.
Cliff was fully in command, the take charge guy that I loved, as he pumped ferociously. As the sputtering spasms grew more frequent I knew what was happening. He was pulling near an orgasm.
Then he dramatically slowed down, preferring to save his orgasm for later. I was just as happy he was playing it that way. It was so wonderful that I didn't want it to come to a speedy climax. It was as perfect an orgasm as you could ever ask for.
I gripped his thighs tightly as his cock cannonaded into me with spirited determination. I let out a gasp and climaxed from the excitement of it all. I was certain I'd have many more such climaxes before this beautiful session was over.
With consummate skill, the unique kind that was unmatched by any other cock, he kept me right on the edge of orgasm with every stabbing thrust. My ass kept flaring up and down, determined to meet his wonderful flowing movements.
He gripped my tits fondly and speeded up his tempo once more as I shot a second time. This time I could sense there was an orgasm on the way, and it would be the best one he had ever given me. The groundwork had been beautifully laid and now all he had to do was pop his nuts and watch the hot juice fly.
"Fuck me, my darling," I encouraged.
"You're so nice and tight. And the way you move that ass."
"Fuck me. Drive that cock."
"Oh, it feels so good inside you. Oh, that's it, flare that ass up there, meet my strokes. That gives me such an extra thrill."
I gasped and let my ass continue to jut back and forth to accommodate his piercing strokes. I was so excited I was practically going limp from all the energy expended.
"Fuck me, fuck me," I murmured.
I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks and fingered the solid yet smooth skin. Back and forth that stiff prick jolted me as the crescendo rose one last time. He thrust as deeply and rapidly as he could, pushing with relentless determination.
"I'm gonna cream," he warned.
"I want it. Feed me your juice."
"This is it."
"Oh, it feels so good, so good."
And then that hard phallus gave way, sending its hot white semen spurting into my waiting vagina. He let out a prolonged sigh, which I matched. His goo was warm and wonderful.
"Every time we do it, it gets better," I said after it was all over.
"You know, I was just thinking the same thing. It's just like on the basketball court. Practice makes perfect."
"Yeah, especially when two people have a lot going right from the start of things." "I'll buy that."
We both lay still for a few minutes. Then Cliff pounced suddenly to his feet, walking over to the clothes closet and putting on a pair of pants. Then he slipped on his shoes.
"What's up?" I asked, startled by the suddenness of events.
"Oh, I remember something I've got to do."
"Like what?"
"I'll tell you later."
With that he vanished from the room. At first I didn't like the idea of his not telling me what was up, but then that was Cliff, always full of a certain amount of mystery.
I lay back and allowed my thoughts to wander. I couldn't believe how much my life had changed since we met. Before I met him I thought of myself as a hip gal, not really promiscuous, but one who knew her way around in bed and had had plenty of kicks from some groovy cats. But Cliff proved to me shortly that I'd been spending my time standing still.
I started thinking about Cliff's swinging attitude, and about how drawn I was becoming toward him. I was digging him so much that to be without him would be unbearable. And yet I was realistic enough to know that with a guy like Cliff you could get shut off at any point. Women were cute playthings, great to have a good time with, and very little else. Or at least so it seemed to me. But even if my analysis was true I still didn't want to be away from him. In the final analysis I would take him any which way just as long as I could have him.
He came back into the room a few minutes later with a howling, panting Hans, who looked as horny if not more so than Cliff had been when he got back home from the beach.
"So that's what you've got in mind," I nodded.
"He looked so restless in there that I figured you could give him a good stiff fuck."
"I don't see why not. Why'd you bother putting your clothes on? I thought you liked cavorting around in back in the nude."
"I'm a little more reluctant during the daylight hours," he explained with a grin.
Hans was all over me. His Great Dane's sense of smell told him to sniff at my pussy. He picked up the scent and sniffed like mad at my womanhood, getting turned on toward bigger things.
"That guy's so damned homey that it gets to you," Cliff grinned.
"Oh, is he ever."
Now he was on top of the bed, still panting like crazy, as his tongue slurped away at my face. Back and forth his tongue slid with great rapidity, leaving a prolific trail of saliva all along my face. He gave me a fantastic tongue bath.
"Look at Hans go," Cliff laughed. He seemed to enjoy the role of the voyeur almost as much as he did the act of making love.
He dropped his tongue down to my tits, going to work on them, leaving a trail of saliva there that matched the one he had left on my face a few seconds earlier.
"Go down on him, baby," Cliff suddenly encouraged. "He'd like for you to blow him. I know he would. Go down on that big stiff pecker of his. Take a look at it. It's nice and delicious and he'd just love to have you gnaw on it."
Cliff was suggesting something new. It would mark another milestone for me if I went down on Hans' hard canine rod. But I had broken through so many barriers during the course of the past few days that one more wouldn't be all that difficult, I began figuring. On top of that, my keenly developing sex curiosity was getting the better of me once more, to where I desired to experiment.
I reached out and grabbed hold of that hard but smooth surface, running my fingers up and down it carefully several times.
"That's it, baby, play along with old Hans," Cliff said cheerfully. "Give him some of those groovy preliminary motions like you give me. Jack him off a little, get the feel of moving your fingers around over his dick. You're really gonna get to like it, you're gonna love it before you're through, sweetie. Do it, baby, do it."
Cliff's pep talk was having almost as big an effect on me as the stimulating prick in front of my eyes. Up and down my fingers gingerly pumped as Hans panted with appreciation.
Cliff was getting so turned on watching us that he had to do something to join in on the fun. He pulled his pants off, then took off his shoes. Now he was as naked as he had been before he went out to get Hans. And his prick had been restored to full length.
As I continued putting Hans' cock through the mill, Cliff began pumping up and down on his aroused phallus. Watching that sizzling dick of Cliff's and the thorough manner in which he was gliding his fingers around it stimulated me to greater heights.
"You'd better put that thing in your mouth and start sucking on it," Cliff warned at one point, "or else you're gonna wind up with his load all over your fingers."
I had to admit that he was right. Hans was about as far gone as a homey Great Dane could be. Now all I had to do was finish the job by bringing him off.
My tongue made contact with his prick, running up and down his aroused phallus with energetic strokes. I knew that he was hot to get it off so I decided to skip any formalities. I'd suck him rapidly until he exploded and that was it.
All I had to do was pump several times and he shot, his warm juice showering my waiting mouth. It came so fast that I was startled at first and almost coughed just from the sheer surprise. But I managed to save the day and swallowed his load.
"You did my hot dog quite a favor," Cliff said soothingly after it was all over. "Now how about doing something for its master." He held out his elongated pole for me to see.
"So you want a blow job too?"
"I sure do."
"Fine. Glad to help out."
He stretched his mammoth frame out on the bed and I went immediately to work on his prick. I held his balls in one hand, stimulating them with effective finger movements, while the other held his rigid prick in place.
My head zeroed in resolutely on its target as my tongue pushed up and down on his enormous length. It slid with vigorous abandon, determined to taste Cliff.
Then I got added impetus from an unexpected source. Hans, always eager to help out, let his tongue set sail on my cunt. With my cunt tingling and itching to every touch of that long sweeping red tongue of his I was able to put that much more spirit into my blow job.
"Oh, you're getting the job done," Cliff gasped, "you're doing it just right, keep it up, keep it up."
I couldn't help but put out with Hans going eagerly to town on my hot snatch. My pussy bolted once, then twice, and was imminently close to a third shot as I tickled Cliff's balls and ran my tongue up and down on his prick.
My orgasm came just as Cliff's cock juiced. This time I caught everything he had to offer, which was a great feat. I was feeling wonderful after it was over.
Shortly after Cliff orgasmed he suggested that he drive me home, explaining that he had an important engagement.
"What's up?" I inquired.
"Oh, a cute little cocktail waitress from the San Fernando Valley has her first free night in weeks," he casually informed. "She wants me to spend it with her and I'm, naturally, more than happy to oblige."
"I see," I said softly.
Once more the point was reinforced. Cliff was determined to be his own man with the chicks, and we'd all have to stand in line to wait our turn.