Chapter 2
Wanda started out early the next morning. It was a long drive, and she pulled up at Golden Door at six o'clock in the evening. After checking in she went to her room to freshen up.
By seven she was in the dining room having a solitary dinner. She looked around the room. Most of the people there were in pairs, either a man with a woman or two women, or two men. She shivered, feeling a little lonely, but
decided she wasn't going to let it get in the way of her having a good time. Who knows, she thought. When I get back home I might get married so this could be my last fling. Well, if it was going to be her last fling, it was going to be a damn good one!
She decided to go to the bar and see if there was any action in there. She knew she looked good. She had worn a simple but sexy black dress, black high heeled sandals and nothing else. Her long blonde hair was pinned up in a ponytail with a black velvet ribbon holding it back.
She wiggled over to the bar and perched on a bar stool. There weren't many people there, and Wanda was beginning to think there was something funny going on, when the bartender came over.
"What'll it be, Miss?" he said, his eyes glued to her tits, peeking up out of her low-cut dress.
Wanda ordered a gin and tonic and reached over for an ashtray, her big globes almost falling out of her dress.
If he wants to see, she thought, I'll give him a good look.
He brought her drink and went back to the end of the bar, chewing on a toothpick and staring at her big jugs.
Wanda sipped her drink and puffed a
cigarette, her skirt hiked up around her thighs and her foot swinging back and forth. She thought the bartender was cute and hoped he would come back and talk to her. She caught his eye and smiled, licking her lips suggestively. He walked over and stood in front of her, leaning over the bar.
"You must have just arrived, Miss," he said. "I don't remember seeing you before, and I'd never forget those tits."
"Are you always this fresh?" she purred, straightening her shoulders and pushing her tits in his face.
"Always," he grinned. "You're not exactly
hiding them either."
They flirted and joked and when he told her he got off in half an hour she gave him her room number and told him she'd meet him
there,
I'm becoming a real slut, she thought, giggling to herself. She got up and left the bar, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor.
Once inside the room she took off her dress and put on a sheer black negligee. She fixed her lipstick and put on high heeled mules. She suddenly realized she didn't even know his
name.
Just then there was a knock on the door and he breezed in. Smiling, he told her his name was Bob Lewis and he'd been working here for
two years.
"That's a nice outfit you've got on," he snickered, his eyes glued to her tits and ass.
She blushed, trying to cover up her nakedness. "It isn't like me to be this bold," she whispered, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
He pulled her hands away from her tits and she melted in his arms. Their lips fused in a deep kiss, his hands moving down to clutch her asscheeks. He untied her negligee and drew it off her body, tossing it aside.
He brought his hands around to the front and curled his fingers under her heaving tits, raising them up and licking her stiff pink nipples until she moaned.
She reached down to the front of his pants and unzipped his fly, bringing out his long, thick fuckpole. He grunted when she playfully squeezed his swollen cockhead.
He wasn't completely hard yet. She liked that. She liked to make a man hard. She sat down on the edge of the bed now and pulled him forward to stand between her knees. She began licking his prick, closing her mouth over his swollen knob. She moved her lips down his thickening cockshaft until she had the tip of his prick jabbing at the back of her throat. She held him like that, totally engulfing his cockmeat and then she pulled her lips off his
rod with a wet slurping noise. Giggling, she fell back on the bed with her knees up and her thighs spread wide.
He stared down at her wide open crotch with glittering eyes. Moaning softly, she opened her cuntlips and showed him the quivering bean of
her clit.
"Gorgeous cunt!" he hissed. "I always did
like them hairy."
Moving onto the bed, he lay down flat with his head over her crotch, supporting himself on his elbows. He pulled her hairy outer cuntlips open and gazed at the pulpy wet folds of flesh. He dabbed at the thick gobs of cunt-juice clinging to her blonde bush. Her clit was hard and stood up like a tiny cock.
Bob extended his tongue and licked up the cunt juice flowing out of her oozing slit. Then he moved up and closed his lips over her clit, burying his face in the folds of her cunt
mound.
She cried out, her body heaving up off the bed. He held her down with one hand and she finally grabbed his head and pressed her crotch more firmly against his face.
He knew just what she wanted. He stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside the winking hole of her cunt. He plunged it in and out a few times and she came after the first few strokes, wailing and moaning, mashing her
crotch at his mouth and spasming convulsive-
When he finally pulled his mouth off her cunt he moved his face up to hers and they kissed, their tongues darting back and forth, saliva running down their chins. She moved a hand down between their bodies and grabbed his balls, and then helped him undress.
"Lie down," she purred. "Let's fuck. I'll do the work. You relax."
She closed her fist around the shaft of his thick prick and pushed him over on his back. She straddled him, easing herself forward until her cuntlips grazed his bloated cockhead. She positioned his plum at the rim of her cunthole and slowly impaled herself on his throbbing fuckpole. When her pussy completely engulfed his prick, she leaned forward and stuffed a big throbbing boob in his mouth.
He grunted as her cunt muscles gripped his cockshaft. She began moving her ass up and down on his turgid rod. She reached down and found his jism-filled balls and caressed the little nuts as he sucked her tit.
He began bucking his hips, his hands gripping her waist and his cock pistoning in and out of her clutching cunt. She felt his cock twitch and his body stiffen. As the first blasts of jism splashed into her sucking pussy, she fell against him and urged him on.
He continued bucking up and down, fucking her cunt with pile-driving thrusts, until his prick softened and slithered out of her cunt. She rolled off his body and he clamped his mouth over one big tit, his hand mashing into
her crotch.
She lay there with her legs wide open, mewling softly as he sucked her tit and rubbed her cunt. After a few minutes he pulled his mouth off her jug and straddled her, his soft wet prick hanging over her mouth.
"Get it hard!" he hissed. "Suck it!" Thrilled at the chance to suck his prick, she opened her mouth and suctioned in his juice-coated cock. She sucked and licked and lapped until his prick began to get stiff and hard. She continued sucking, enjoying the taste and smell and feel of his twitching fuckpole in her mouth. She purred as his cock grew harder and thicker in her mouth. When he was finally as long and thick and hard as before, he draped her legs over his shoulders and pushed her knees back to her heaving tits. Then with one smooth stroke, he drilled his rock-hard prick into her cunt.
They made a date for the next day to drive out to one of the nearby lakes. It was Bob's
day off and he wanted to get away from Golden Door.
Bob drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand around Wanda's shoulders.
"Put your hand on my lap," he said. "Play with my cock."
She giggled, her hand sliding over to his crotch and running up and down the outline of his throbbing .cock. She felt happy and carefree. So far her vacation was a complete success.
She pinched his cockhead through his pants. The throbbing of his fuckmeat in her hand was wonderful. She felt her pussy moistening and wetting the seat of the car. Her cuntjuice was soaking right through the crotch of her panties and her skirt.
"If a truck goes by, take your hand away. Those guys can see in here from their cabs."
She had no intention of stopping now. "You drive and I'll worry about the trucks,"
she smiled.
He grunted when she unzipped his fly and brought out his cock. She leaned down and licked his bloated cockhead, running her wet lips up and down his stiff cockshaft. She brought out his balls and lapped her wet tongue over the hairy nuts. Gurgling with lust, she gripped his cockshaft with her lips and sucked his fuckpole into her throat.
"Oh, shit, I'll crack up the fucking car!" he
chuckled.
She purred and briefly slipped her mouth off his cock. She began licking and tonguing his big bloated balls. She sucked one egg into her mouth and rolled it around gently on her tongue. She did the same thing with the other one, and then pressed her nose and mouth firmly into his crotch hair. She went back to his cockhead, licking up the thick gob of juice oozing out of his pisshole. When he grunted again, Wanda took her hand away from his fly
and sat up.
"You stopped just in time," he croaked. "1 was about to blast off in your mouth."
He moved his free hand under her skirt and fondled her cunt mound. He snickered when he discovered how wet she was.
"There seems to be a pussy here that needs attention," he said.
. He moved his hand out of her crotch and made an abrupt turn, pulling off the highway and into a side road. After driving for about half a mile they arrived at a secluded blue lake.
Giggling like two kids, they grabbed a blanket out of the trunk and spread it out on the grass. They both heard the familiar sounds at the same time. It was the unmistakable sound of a woman being fucked on the other side of a thick hedge.
"Sounds like someone beat us to it," Bob grinned.
Wanda motioned for him to be quiet. She had an idea. Taking his hand, she pulled him over to a hole in the hedge where they quietly crouched down and peeked over at the other side.
About twenty feet from where they crouched, a naked couple lay on a blanket, tangled in each other's arms. They were kids, probably no more than teenagers, and they were fucking up a storm. Right now the boy was straddling the girl and he had his cock down her throat, his balls resting on her chin. The girl clutched the boy's asscheeks, her fingers pinching and caressing his firm young flesh.
Wanda watched with fascination as the boy pulled his prick out of the girl's sucking lips. They appeared to be familiar with each other because without a word the girl kneeled down on her hands and knees and stuck her ass up in the air. The boy kneeled behind her and gripped her firm round hips, his cockhead nuzzled into the crack of her ass.
Wanda gasped and bit her lip to keep from making noise as she watched the boy slowly push a finger into the girl's tight puckered asshole. The girl moaned, shoving her ass back against the invading finger. The teenager
instinctively moved her thighs further apart and the boy leaned over her to fondle her hanging tits. She had huge round globes and fat dark nipples and she giggled when he grabbed her big jugs. Then Wanda saw the girl tossing her head from side to side, crooning something at the boy that Wanda couldn't hear. The boy pulled back onto his knees and took his finger out of the brunette's asshole. He said something back and grinned, gazing at the girl's loosened shitter.
He pressed his cock against her little brownie and pushed forward, his big prick driving into the ring of the girl's shit-tube. Then he grunted and lurched forward again to drive the full length of his cock into the grip of the girl's stretched shit-chute.
The boy began fucking her now with a steady rhythm, his cock ramming in and out of the teenager's shitter like a battering ram. The girl cried out, half sobbing and half moaning. The boy fucked in and out of her asshole and then Wanda saw his body stiffen. He cried out, flexing his ass muscles, and then lurching forward to shoot his load into the girl's clutching shit-tube. The girl wailed and squirmed her hips back at the boy. Wanda could see a shiver run through her body as she spasmed against the boy's thrusting prick. The brunette teenager squeezed her ass muscles on
the boy's prick, milking the last drops of his jism and then the couple collapsed on the blanket.
Bob took Wanda's hand and they quietly stole away. When they were back at their own blanket they didn't say a word to each other. They didn't have to.
Wanda unbuttoned her blouse. She hadn't worn a bra today so she easily pulled out one of her big pear-shaped tits and offered the hard pink nipple to Bob. He leaned down and sucked it into his mouth with hungry lips. After a few minutes of tit-sucking she pulled her boob out of his mouth and they began undressing.
Bob pressed up against her and cupped one of her jiggling jugs, using his other hand to probe her pussy. Wanda fisted his cock with one hand and caressed his balls with the other, slowly pumping up and down on his cockshaft as she fondled his little nuts.
They sat like that for a few minutes, playing with each other's bodies, and then without a word Wanda stretched out on the blanket. She opened her legs wide, her dripping cunt glistening and her cunt bush dark with her
juices.
Bob kneeled down and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed his swollen cockhead up and down her meaty gash, found
her cunthole, and plunged the full length of his prick into the hot grip of her slippery fuck-channel.
Moaning, she arched her back to meet his thrusts, her cunt clasping his rigid throbbing fuckmeat. He grunted, pulling back slowly on the outstroke, and then jamming it in again. He looked down to watch his fuckpole stretch her cunt mouth. He pistoned in and out of her body with forceful strokes and she bucked her ass up to meet him.
She wailed and sobbed, digging her nails into his shoulders and crying out at each thrust of his cockshaft. His crotch hair mashed against her clit in a way that drove her wild. Suddenly he pulled out of her cunt and forced her over on her hands and knees. She shivered, remembering the two teenagers. She looked over her shoulder and saw his big dick poised behind her asshole. Her heart pounded with fear and excitement. He was going to stick it in her ass. Her body trembled with anticipation. She realized she wanted it.
He plunged a finger inside the ring of her shitter and gently stretched the tiny grommet. He assured her he wouldn't hurt her, and in a moment a second finger joined the first, the two fingers now reaming out her shit-tube.
She held her breath and then she felt the hard spongy head of his prick begin pushing at
the ring of her asshole. It popped inside and Wanda cried out with pain. She gasped and moaned and then as suddenly as it started the pain went away. In its place came the most exquisite pleasure Wanda had ever experienced in her life.
She breathed deeply and closed her eyes, her
ass high in the air. She clutched her big jugs
while he gripped her firm hips as he slowly
pushed the entire length of his big prick into
her shit-chute.
Mewling now, Wanda tossed her head from side to side, purring and crooning with delight. Bob gently but firmly stroked his fuckpole in and out of her shitter. Groaning, she moved her body back to meet his thrusts.
She cried out, begging him to fuck her as he rammed into her asshole. His prick slid easily-in and out of the grip of her bung. She moved her hand down to her cunt and began rubbing her clit with frenzied strokes.
Suddenly his body tensed and he threw his head back, grunting and bellowing. The next moment he began shooting great gobs of jism into her shit-chute.
She came at once, shuddering and moaning
and falling down on the blanket. The ecstasy
had been unbelievable. She clamped her ass
down on his cock to squeeze the last drop of
cock-cream out of his nuts and they collapsed
in a heap.
Only then did they hear the sound of giggling coming from a few yards away. The exhausted couple looked at each other and burst out laughing.