Chapter 3
As Gilda tested the bath water, her huge, conical tits swayed delightfully on her chest. Satisfied, she slipped into the water.
Her tits, firm and generous, floated slightly in the buoyancy of the water. The pale, almost transparent skin was flawless, unblemished, culminating in the pink tips of her delicately formed nipples. That was the way Gilda liked her body-unmarked, untouched. And that's the way it had always been. Well, almost always.
No, she told herself fiercely...no! I don't want to think of Tom now. Tom is dead. All that is finished. And maybe it wasn't ever real.
No, it had been real, all right. For three years she had been engaged to Tom Peters. They were so in love, and so good in and out of bed together. Right up until that night in the airport parking lot . . .
"God, honey," Tom said, "right here in the car? In the parking lot?"
"It's dark," Gilda cooed. "No one will see us!"
He took her in his arms. She could feel the heat of his body and the pounding of his cock against her belly. She lifted her lips to him.
"Kiss me, Tom...please!"
He did, warmly, eagerly.
And then she melted even closer to him. "Now fuck me!"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I want you...now!"
"Honey, I've got a ten o'clock plane . . . "
"We'll hurry!" she urged.
He moved across the leather seat. His strong hands cupped her taut ass cheeks through the thin material of her dress and squeezed. His touch sent chills up her spine and downward to stab desire in the already wet slot between her quivering thighs.
He kissed her on the cheek and then moved his lips up and down her neck, sending even more shivers through her anxious body.
She was just about to urge him to take her clothes off, when he spoke. "Something has really turned you on, honey. What was it?"
"You!"
Gilda could feel her whole body responding to him. Silly, she thought. She wanted him to do everything to her. Rape her, even, if he wanted to.
Tom kissed her lips, and when he pressed his body against hers, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter. Both their lips were moist and warm, and as they kissed, he ran his hand lightly over her face, adding to the excitement of the moment.
Then he moved his head back a bit so that their lips were just barely touching, and then ran the tip of his wet tongue over her upper lip and then over the lower. He pressed his open mouth against hers and poked his tongue hungrily inside her mouth until it touched hers.
He held her even tighter and, shoving his tongue even farther back into her mouth, he rubbed it back and forth across her hot tongue.
Hurry, hurry! Gilda's mind screamed. Oh, God, fuck me!
As their tongues caressed, their bodies pressed closer. She could feel his erect cock pressing against her belly. He deliberately and slowly rubbed against her, poking his giant prick against her body from her navel to her thighs.
It was hard for Gilda to distinguish her breathing from his because he was breathing so hard, too. The sounds seemed to blend into one. There was something very exciting about being so helpless in Tom's strong arms, his tongue exploring her mouth and his cock rubbing against her.
She instinctively spread her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they continued their long kiss while he pumped his hips, pressing against her in a slow, sensuous movement.
She kept feeling the full length of his cock as it moved again and again against her. Each time he pressed forward, he uttered a little groan of pleasure and tongued her harder.
One of his hands slipped down to her shoulder and then rested on her tit. He began massaging it through her blouse, moving his hand back and forth over her firm tit. It seemed to Gilda that her tits were getting bigger and more sensitive to his touch. And the more he did it, the more that voluptuous feeling spread through her body. Her whole being was aroused, but the center of her pleasure was still the tit he was fondling.
She could feel the perspiration forming on his forehead and neck. They moved to press their lips together and then their tongues went into a frenzy. His body kept up its jerking motion, but faster, and his hand was still caressing and squeezing her tit, but harder, with almost a painful pressure.
Suddenly, with a low groan, his movements became quick and straight, as though he were driving his cock right into her. Gilda could feel the length of it squirming along her leg, and then she felt him pull the crotch band of her panties aside and his cock was filling her pussy.
He shoved his cock all the way in and his balls danced against her ass cheeks. Again and again they banged her. He sunk eight inches into her hot, eager cunt and began to fuck her furiously.
"I'm in, I'm in!" he moaned.
"I know. Now fuck!"
He drove the entire length of his prick up into her tight cunthole. Grunting, he ground his cock hair, the root of his prick, into her cunt.
Gilda whimpered and strained to draw even more prick into her pussy. It was good, so good! Her cunt was on fire with the need to feel his cock shooting. Her asshole opened and closed in involuntary spasms.
"Shove it up me, darling!" she cried. "Shove that fat cock up into my pussy! I want to feel you tear into me and flood me with all that cum! I want you to ream me out, Tom! Oh, Tom, give it to me! Don't hold back! All that cock is mine and I want it, want it right up my cunt! Give it to me!"
Instead of answering with words, Tom let his cock do it for him. Faster and harder he shoved his prick in and out of her hot, demanding pussy. Over and over again he tortured himself with the delightful friction as her cunt jacked him and sucked him at the same time. He could feel the jism boiling down in his balls and knew that sizzling cum would soon be on its way up through his throbbing cock, up through his pisshole and then flooding her moist cunt. Gilda was straining now. She was almost there, and yet there was something blocking her way. She just couldn't make it. Then she knew the answer. She needed to feel him shoot into her. She needed his orgasm to trigger her own.
She tried to contract the muscles in her pussy. She squeezed him with all her might, especially on the inward stroke. Then she heard him gasp and felt the base of his cock twitch and begin to jerk violently. It worked. It would be any second now.
"Now, now! Let it loose, let it fly!"
"Take it, honey! Here's the hot cum you wanted, take it! Swallow it up in your cunt! Oh, ahhh, ohhhh, baby! Babeeeee!"
And then she felt the first shot of hot jism slam into her cunt slit. Up against her warm in sides the boiling juice came, flooding her. Gobs and gobs of milky white cum shot into her. It felt as though he were coming in her throat instead of her pussy.
"Come on, lover, shove your cock into me! Please, make me come! MAKE ME COME!"
The last syllable wasn't out of her throat when Gilda felt the first wave of pleasure that told her it was there at last. The tiny initial wave of pleasure built with each movement of his spewing cock inside her, and then she was coming.
The contractions of her orgasm began. She thrashed her legs about and humped for all she was worth. She banged her body against his wildly fucking cock. The deepest waves of her orgasm were just reaching the crest, and then her mind exploded into a rainbow of lights and stars.
And then it was over. But she wanted him again, right away.
"But, honey, it's late...the plane . . . "
Gilda's hand found his cock between her wet thighs. With a groan, he slid back inside her.
"Fuck it," he growled. "I'll take the eleven o'clock flight instead."
Gilda didn't hear about the crash of the eleven o'clock shuttle until the next morning. Tom Peters was on the grim, impersonal list of casualties.
It wasn't my fault, it wasn't! Gilda told herself, sobbing as she lay in the tub.
But that's why she had been denying herself all these years. But now it was time, time to put the past aside and try to start a new life. And that's why she had agreed to go to dinner with Chad Cocklin that night.
The thought of Chad made the juices start to boil in her cock hungry pussy. She reached down and parted her cuntlips with her fingers. Using a stiff bar of soap, she ran it up and down her hot slit and then pressed it hard against her erect clit.
"Oh, God," she moaned, working her hands up her body. Her body had already reawakened from her touch into smoldering, intense desire.
She began lathering soap on her swollen tits, feeling a delicious tingle of excitement as she stroked her erect, pink nipples. There was a faint ache in the back of her mind concerning what she was about to do.
"Jesus, playing with yourself like a damned kid!"
But she didn't stop.
She squatted in the tub. She could feel the walls of her dilated pussy secreting a flood of cunt juice. It seeped from her thick cuntlips and ran down into her ass crack.
Her thoughts excited her so much that she couldn't stop. Her hand found the softness between her thighs and her fingers slid easily into her wet cunthole. She was pumping her clenched fist furiously in and out of her pussy.
Her other hand roamed her body, pressing her belly, her hips and her pulpy cunt mound between her thighs. She was breathing heavily now and she could feel her clit swelling and throbbing between her cuntlips.
Then her fingers were on her clit. It made her arch her back as if her cunt were searching for a cock. She melted. She thrust her legs wide apart and her hips began to move frantically as she rubbed her clit in a circular motion.
Her hips moved in perfect time to the motion of her fingers in her cunt. Her pussy juice flowed and flooded her thighs with its stickiness.
"Oh, God, it's no good," she moaned. "A cock...I need a cock!"
The feeling of lust coursed through her. It didn't matter who the cock belonged to. She just wanted one inside her cunt, fucking her. She wanted to feel the raging orgasm it would give her. It didn't matter who was fucking her. All that mattered was that she had to be fucked!
"Oh, shit, Gilda, stop it!" she shrieked, trying to bring herself back to sanity and reason.
She dried her body and entered the bedroom to dress for the evening.
God, she thought, I hope I can go through with it!
Dale dropped Marta off by her car. She'd parked at the far end of the company lot, hoping no one would notice its presence.
"See you around, Dale," she called. "Maybe we'll try it again sometime."
"When?" he demanded. "Tomorrow?"
Marta laughed. "No. Not tomorrow. Maybe another day. I'll be seeing you."
She could sense the frustration coursing through him as she walked casually away. He wasn't at all bad, she decided. He would do in an emergency. Like today.
That swung her thoughts back to Gilda Loring...that bitch. A sneer curved Marta's full, red lips. Miss Loring could use something like Dale. It might do her a world of good.
The tension in her body had relaxed. She drove home feeling better about the day's events. Later, she'd have to think up a plan to get Gilda once and for all.
But for now, the physical calm was enough. She opened the side windows at a proper angle. The air rushing in swept across the front of her dress, and the sensation pleased her.
After a while, she thought, maybe I should've made Dale stay around a while longer, after all. The twitching in her cunt was starting again.
She hoped Trixie was home.
She ran up the front porch steps, opened the door leading into the dark hall and stepped inside. She could tell at a glance that Trixie wasn't there. No lights were on anywhere in the house.
She fixed herself a drink and mulled over the problem of Gilda Loring. Only work was going to satisfy her, and she'd certainly insinuated it was probably too late to catch up. Unless Marta did some catching up and home study on the new filing system. What a drag! Especially with all the new studs there were in the town.
I'm not going to give up my fucking time for a set of stupid figures, Marta thought savagely. Sex is what I live for. That's what keeps me going! There must be a way of solving this problem.
Now, who could help her? Marta suddenly thought of Trixie.
They had been school pals. In fact, Marta grinned at the reminiscence, they'd been much more than that.
Back in the days before they'd tried it with boys, Trixie and Marta had found, almost by accident, that they could derive great mutual pleasure from each other. They had been extremely discreet. No one knew of the hours they had spent together in bed.
Later, when she and Trixie had both lost their virginity to the same boy, they'd branched off into heterosexual relationships. Trixie had remained discreet about her many and varied affairs. Marta had not.
Marta chuckled to herself at the thought. What the hell, why hide the fact that you loved sex?
The front door slammed and Trixie bounced into the bedroom. She surveyed Marta coolly. "You got fucked again, didn't you?"
Marta smiled and nodded. "His name's Dale Hodges, works over in the factory. A real stud...big cock!"
"Fix me up!" Trixie laughed.
"Okay. But now, let's talk. I've got a problem."
The girls sat down, the refreshing breeze blowing through the two windows in the bedroom. Trixie flopped herself on the padded chair while Marta sprawled on her bed. Both girls lit cigarettes, preparing for the talk session. Marta started in, giving Trixie a blow by blow description of her clash with Gilda.
"If only Gilda were a man," Marta concluded. "Boy, that'd be no trouble. A couple of rolls in the sack would straighten everything out just great!" And then a thought struck her. "Trixie," she said slowly, "d'you think she might go for girls? I mean, I know she's a prude and all that, but maybe . . . "
"Forget it," Trixie told her shortly. "Loring may keep it on ice, but she's straight, all the way. And, kid, I should know," she giggled.
"Okay, so Loring's no lesbian," Marta said. "You have any suggestions?"
Trixie shook her head. "Can't think of a thing, unfortunately, except that you try to do it the hard way, by working extra, or something. Efficiency is the one thing that gets through to her, I'm afraid."
"Oh, hell, there must be some other way!"
But neither girl could come up with a solution. Their conversation turned to other things, mainly men. Marta gave her a description of her afternoon fuck with Dale.
"God," Trixie said, joining Marta on the bed. "You got me boiling!"
Their mouths met, their bodies pressing together in the glorious anticipation of what they both knew was to come. How can it happen again, so fast, Marta wondered as the blaze swept over her young body. Trixie's mouth searched for her ear, its hunger breathing the words that inflamed them both with bone jarring sensuality.
Trixie's hands groped for the brunette's tits, feeling their bursting nipples through the thin material covering them. Her fingers reached down the low neckline, squeezing and playing until Marta felt her excitement growing to the point where she thought she would scream with the uncontrollable fire that filled her. She twisted away to the other side of the wide bed.
"God, let's get naked!" she cried.
Wordlessly, Trixie nodded. The girls swiftly shed their clothes, drinking in the sight of each other. Trixie was softer, rounder in her contours than Marta, and the brunette noticed the ripeness in her friend, the curve of her delicious belly, the lushness of her heavy tits, the creamy smoothness of her lustrous skin.
Once naked, the two girls lay down on the bed, hugging in the renewed intimacy they both craved. Their tongues flashed against each other's skin, heightening their lust with every touch. Groans intermingled in the mounting passion. Their fingers sought each other's pussies as their torsos switched and changed positions on the bed.
Then Trixie was on top. She lowered her lush, ripe body over her lover's and her hands began to explore Marta's voluptuous form.
A hand slid down, down over her flat, tanned belly, and a finger snaked out to search for and find Marta's honeyed cunthole.
The finger slid softly and gently into her cunt, and erotic sensations shot clear through Marta, inflaming her.
"Make love to me, darling," she breathed to the redhead. "Make sweet, beautiful love to me!"
Trixie leaned across Marta's body, positioning her lush form just under the other girl's captivated face. Her finger continued working its magic inside Marta's clasping, welcoming cunt.
The delicious finger began a teasing retreat and Marta, with a sudden feeling of abject horror at losing it, followed it blindly, plaintively, her eyes popping open once more and displaying bitter fear.
But then, waiting beautifully and temptingly just inches away, was Trixie's entire body of curves and softness, like a feast laid out and prepared for her, beckoning her to take her fill.
The sight was hypnotic. And then Trixie was bending her head nearer, and all she became aware of was the penetrating enticement of full tits with firm nipples, the silky plane of writhing belly flaring out of lush, smooth hips and thighs. Marta could not tear her eyes away.
Expert fingers now found the nape of her neck and toyed about her hairline. The soft scented palm of another hand played around her cheeks and drifted tantalizingly across her parted lips. Marta became lost in desire.
With a little cry, she dove into this world of luscious flesh and let her mouth go wild. She heard a moan of total lust from above, and immediately the body her lips were dancing over began bucking and thrashing. Her arms went under it and grappled to hold it closer. Her brain turned to fire, her kisses ran rampant. She abandoned herself to total desire.
The moaning woman in her arms bounced and jerked and tensed and strained. She had a difficult time cradling her. The shrills of excitement which reached her ears added fuel to the flames of her hunger. Fluttering hands rubbed at her neck and the back of her head, pushing and pulling in gasping manipulation. The world of delicious curves and flesh bucked and swirled, slapped and tormented, fed and denied.
Marta thought she would go completely insane with happiness.
Then Trixie cried out in thrilling anguish. "I'm there, darling...I'm bubbling clear over the top! I'M COMING!"
Her body jerked to a soaring climax. Then it softened and turned lax in Marta's arms.
"Roll over, honey," Trixie said at last. "I'll get my dildo and fuck you with it!"