Chapter 10
The following Monday afternoon, Clara had decided to go to the beach.
She slipped into her stunning bright blue bikini, then drove to the beach.
As she slipped her robe off of her in the bright sunshine and stretched out on a towel, a number of attentive male eyes shot her way. She pretended not to notice them, but down deep she felt a surging element of pride and joy. She had been blessed with a beautiful body, and had done her best to-preserve it. She liked receiving the admiring glances of the men.
She began to look around, sizing up the men, wondering if any of them might appeal to her.
All of the sudden her eyes focused on the suntanned body of the blonde-haired lifeguard, who was patrolling the sand, attempting to keep things under control. He looked like a college student. Probably University of Miami, she thought. She stared at his well-developed body, taking in the broad shoulders, the firm, jutting chest, the trim, sleek legs, and all this made her more and more excited. She felt that she just had to walk up and talk to him.
At long last she finally worked up the nerve. She got up from her towel and walked past him, deliberately walking slowly, twisting her ass cheeks in a seductive manner in hopes of at least inviting a long, leering glance. She walked toward the ocean, intending to do no more than get her feet wet in the waters of the Atlantic.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that his eyes were following her. That made her feel good. Her heart pounded with exhilaration as she observed the handsome young man who was acting as lifeguard and who was staring at her.
Clara kicked her feet in the water, then turned around and walked slowly back toward her beach towel. She walked a little bit out of her way so that she could walk directly past the lifeguard. As she moved toward him, she deliberately slowed up her pace even more. She looked into his eyes and smiled. It was a tantalizing smile, but one that she chose not to make appear too obvious. After all, she didn't want to appear too open in her pursuit of the lifeguard.
"Hello there," he smiled. "It's a nice day to be on the beach."
"It sure is," Clara smiled. "By the way, how long have you been working as a lifeguard here?"
"Just for several weeks."
"That's what I thought. It's been a little while since I've been to the beach here. I don't ever remember seeing you before."
"I know I haven't seen you before," the lifeguard smiled. "You've got the kind of face and figure that nobody would ever forget."
"Thank you. That's so sweet of you."
"By the way, my name's Gordy."
"I'm Clara."
"I get off work in another hour."
"I'll be sticking around for another hour," Clara laughed. "That sounds pretty good."
Clara went back to her beach towel. She dabbed her skin with plenty of tanning lotion, then soaked up the bright afternoon sunshine. By the time the hour was up, she had the beginnings of a good tan.
Gordy walked toward her.
"My car's parked over there," he pointed to a blue Volkswagen. "How about us going down the road and grabbing a Coke?"
"Fine with me."
She got into Gordy's Volkswagen, riding with him toward a nearby restaurant. As they sat and sipped Cokes, the young man revealed that he was indeed a student at the University of Miami. He was a junior who was majoring in political science, hoping to become a lawyer. Clara did nothing to let on she was married. She said very little about herself at all, and whenever he'd ask questions about her, she would quickly change the subject.
"I live just a little ways from here," he said.
"That's interesting to know. How about taking me up to your place?"
"That sounds great," he grinned eagerly.
Gordy and Clara left the restaurant together. They rode in his Volkswagen toward a small side street, one on which there was nothing but apartments. They walked up the stairs toward Gordy's second-floor apartment.
"Would you like a beer?. " he asked once they got inside.
"No, but there's something else I'd like."
She licked her lips, and Gordy immediately caught the meaning. He threw his arms around her and kissed her lips, then promptly withdrew them. He reached down and tugged at his trunks, pulling them down his legs.
"You want to suck me, I know you do," he said. "Here's your chance, sweetheart. Ohhh, just go to work with your tongue. Let yourself go, sweetie. Just grind your tongue against my cock. Darling, go to it. Baby, just slide your tongue. Sweetheart, plant it against my dick."
Clara dropped down to her knees. Gordy couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so gorgeous in her stunning bikini. His heart pounded furiously as she reached out and began to fondle his penis. She confined her efforts to his long, hard prick for a little while, after which she then switched her attention to his balls. She stroked his hot testicles, loving every quick, decisive bit of contact that flowed between them.
The more rapidly that she asserted herself with her fingers, the greater the amount of excitement that he felt. .
"Suck me off," he sighed. "Come on, baby. Just run your tongue up and down my dick. Sweetheart, come on, plunge your tongue. Really move it. Slide it against my dick. Work it against my spear. Sweetheart, go ahead, move your tongue. Really let it go. Splash it against my hot dick."
Her fingers kept on working against his balls, and eventually she started to probe his long, hard dick. She let her tongue manipulate against the tip of his huge, energetic spear. He kept rocking on his toes, heaving deep sighs as he received the quick, decisive tongue strokes that she kept on furnishing.
"Come on, just grind your tongue," he sighed. "Come on, baby. Ohhh, you can suck me off. Baby doll, oh, really do it. Stab me with your hot tongue. Baby doll, ohhh, suck it. Suck my cock."
Her tongue kept on exploding against his long, fiery dick. She knew that it would only be a little while longer that she would be stroking him before the deluge would have to come. The steaming spray of penis droplets would have to shoot out of the end of his long, fiery dick and into her mouth.
"Come on, suck it," he exclaimed. "Baby, ohhh, I'm really feeling it now."
Clara let her fingers skirt against his balls even more quickly than before. She continued to press and shove with her fingers, letting them manipulate against his balls as she moved him that much nearer.
"Baby, here we go," he sighed. "Sweetheart, ohhh, the stuff's gonna shoot out of there. Come on, darling. Ohhh, just get it. Every drop. Swallow it. Yes, baby. Ohhh, dear, come on, swallow the stuff. Swallow it, my sweet."
The spurting load of thick, white penis juice kept on splashing out of the end of Gordy's hot dick. As he unloaded his jissum, he looked at her and smiled ever so broadly. He nodded eagerly, happy that she had proved to be such a willing partner. Never had he encountered any woman who had been any more desirous of pleasing him than lovely Clara. She had used her tongue magnificently, driving it up and down his hot, ready tool until every drop had shot.
"Honey, you're quite a suck artist," he smiled. "I'd like to have somebody like you around all the time. You're a beautiful girl."
He reached out and slid his fingers beneath her bikini top. He moved his fingers against her breasts, sliding them resolutely against her nipples.
"That feels nice," she acknowledged.
CHAPTER ll
The longer that Gordy played with Clara's tits, the greater the amount of sexual anxiety that surfaced within him.
He had had a beautiful blow job from Clara, but that, as far as he was concerned, was just the beginning. Clara definitely felt the same way. She wanted him to take her on in every conceivable respect, to let himself go as he enjoyed his body. With every ounce of pleasure that he derived, he knew, she would receive tremendous pleasures of her own.
Gordy's fingers kept on sliding against Clara's tits. He moved them back and forth a few more times, then released his fingers from her breasts. He reached out and undid her bra straps.
"Now's the time to take everything off," Gordy exclaimed.
"It sure is. Come on, honey. You're stripped clean. Your trunks are off. So now you can take off my bikini."
"You've got such a gorgeous body," he noted.
Gordy released his fingers from her bra. He let it drop down to the rug. He reached down with both hands and started tugging at her bikini bottoms.
"Oh, you're really getting me excited now," she sighed. "Baby, you're gonna take everything off. We're gonna enjoy ourselves so much."
Her bikini bottoms slid down her legs, then off of her.
The first thing that Clara did once that she was completely nude was to stretch out on the rug. She sensed that her lover wanted to go after her right then and there. After all, it was a nice soft rug and she felt that they could really enjoy themselves on it.
"Come on into the hallway," he suggested. "Why, baby?" she asked disappointedly.
"I'm feeling pretty good right where I am." Gordy nodded.
"Of course you are, but I've got an even nicer spot. There's a bearskin rug in the hallway. I just love to ball with chicks on it."
"That does sound refreshingly exciting," she smiled. "Okay, my dear. Then we'll do that. We'll share the bearskin rug."
She walked slowly behind him into the hallway. The moment that she observed the bearskin rug, Clara let out a bright cheer.
"How about that," she clapped her hands gleefully. "That really does look good. I want to slip my body down on top of that rug."
"Of course you do, my sweet," he nodded. "Just stretch out on it, honey. Let's really enjoy ourselves. Baby, I want to have some fun with you."
Clara stretched out on her back. As she lay there, her body twisting, he reached down with his right hand and started to glide his fingers up and down her right thigh. He moved his fingers soothingly against her thigh, enjoying every sharp, desirous bit of impact that the two of them generated.
"That feels good," she sighed. "I love that, baby. I like it when you touch my thigh this way. Sweetheart, go ahead, keep running your fingers over my thigh. I like the way you're touching it."
His fingers kept on surging back and forth, manipulating steadily and skillfully against her thigh. He moved his fingers from one thigh over to the other, repeating the same swift, decisive movements. The more rapid that his finger pace became, the quicker that her body responded. Pretty soon Clara's legs were twisting from side to side under the stirring, devastating finger stabs of her lover.
"I want you to suck me," she sighed expectantly. "Your tongue can really sink against me, darling. I know it can. I know how bad I want it, and I know how beautifully you can give it to me. Let's really do it, baby. Just let your tongue sink. Let yourself go, my darling. Ohhh, this is gonna be such great fun. Such wonderful fun. Such beautiful fun."
He moved his tongue forward, letting it make its initial contact with her left breast. Gordy rolled his tongue soothingly, letting it penetrate sharply. He enjoyed each and every quick, twisting tongue stab that he asserted. The longer that his pace became, the more swiftly that he began to make contact. His tongue kept on driving, moving quickly as it set a burning pace against her warm, firm breast. She would lift her body slightly upward from the bearskin rug and heave a deep sigh as she received the quick, tugging, devastating tongue contact.
"That feels nice," she nodded. "Baby, I really love it."
He removed his tongue from one breast, then let it slide over toward the other. His tongue worked with precision accuracy, twisting, throbbing as it moved back and forth and maintained steady, assertive contact with her breast.
"Baby, suck me," she encouraged steadily. "I love the way your tongue's probing."
Gordy kept up the steady flow of sexual electricity against her warm, inviting breast for several moments more. When he finally released his tongue, he was determined to sweep it against her pussy. But before he went on to that point, he wanted to suck her thighs. He had loved touching her warm, meaty, ever-firm thighs, and he looked forward now to running his tongue against them. He wanted to push his tongue back and forth, to let it circulate with great diligence and proficiency.
"Come on, suck my thighs," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, I like it."
She was encouraged by the way that he fingered her legs. She knew that his tongue would enjoy making contact with them. Her assumption proved to be absolutely correct. He drove his tongue downward, planting it against her left thigh. His tongue swept back and forth, striving ever so brilliantly, maintaining itself with brisk, solid impact.
"That is nice," she sighed. "Darling, run your tongue nice and fast. Come on, plant it against my thigh. Really work your tongue. Come on, work it even faster, baby. Tongue me, darling. Come on, tongue me."
As Gordy's tongue kept on sinking rigidly against his lover's thigh, he reached out with both hands and began to slide his fingers against her ass cheeks. He moved his fingers back and forth, letting them twist and turn as they continued to make their steady, rapid-fire contact.
"Honey, just keep those sweeping movements going," Clara said. "You're so good with your tongue."
Urged onward by the combination of her compliments coupled with his own fervent desires, he removed his tongue from her left thigh and let it slip against her right. He kept up the same quick, brisk, sharply exhilarating stabs. His tongue kept on pushing, sliding graciously and eagerly in an avalanche of emotion as tongue made contact with thigh.
"Now you're gonna have to eat me out," she said eagerly. "Your next move is gonna have to be toward my cunt, dear."
Clara wasn't telling Gordy anything he didn't already know. As he removed his tongue from her thigh, he looked down at her warm, inviting snatch. He reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers through her brown, ever-inviting pubic hairs. He loved touching her pubic bush, and knew from the way her body instinctively reacted that she was enjoying those firm, twisting finger stabs.
"Darling, you're gonna really suck me," she exclaimed. "I just know that you are. Baby doll, ohhh, suck out my snatch. Sweetheart, put your tongue to work. Really let it slide. Come on baby. Ohhh, suck my mound. Darling, suck my snatch."
His fingers kept on colliding with her nest. He kept his action up for a few more moments, after which he then released his fingers from her mound. Gordy was all set to probe with his tongue against her pussy. He reached out with both hands and grabbed at her ass cheeks. His fingers maintained steady, efficient contact with her ass cheeks as they squeezed her warm, firm skin.
"Baby, suck out my mound," she begged. "Just role your tongue, sweetheart. Ohhh, really let it plunge. Oh, baby doll, suck out my snatch. Come on, darling. Ohhh, suck me. Come on, really drive your tongue."
As she lay back with legs spread, her hips twisting on the bearskin rug, Gordy studied her for a moment. He liked the looks of this beautiful woman who was lying beneath him, and he was all set to send forth his maximum effort in hopes of bringing her off and satisfying her to the ultimate possible degree. He reached out with both hands and let his fingers grab hold of her breasts. Back and forth his fingers worked, gliding steadily as they made efficient contact with her breasts. The longer that he held onto her tits, the more eager he became to slide his tongue inside of her hot hole.
"Just run your tongue inside me," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, work your tongue. Work it inside me. Press it into my mound."
He dropped his head downward between her legs. He connected with a quick, stiff, probing stab. He moved his tongue around inside of her pussy, maintaining a rapid-fire pace right from the outset. Gordy was determined to swallow her juices as rapidly as he could. He would exercise his tongue with great brilliance and joy until the droplets of juice shot from her snatch.
"Oh, suck me," she exclaimed. "Darling, come on, probe me with your tongue. Keep it going. Ohhh, ahhh, suck me."
He kept on manipulating his tongue, letting it push and stab with great desire as he drove it ever deeper into her hot mound. All the while he was pushing it ever deeper into her hot mound. All the while he was pushing her that much nearer to the point of climax. His tongue kept on driving crisply inside of her nest, stabbing with great joy. He liked completely letting himself go. As he moved her ever nearer, his fingers dug in ever more sharply to her breasts. He held on tightly to her tits, and as he did his tongue kept moving, shoving ever deeper inside of her.
"Bring me off," she exclaimed. "Darling, ohhh, suck me. Baby, suck my pussy."
A few quick, jolting tongue strokes later, the juices began to shoot from her mound. They splashed inside of his mouth.
"Ohhh, here I go," she sighed. "Darling, ohhh, this is so good."
He removed his tongue from her mound. As soon as he finished, he felt the waves of anticipation storing up in his cock and balls. Gordy knew just how imperative it was for him to get his rocks off. He wanted to drive his long, excited spear inside of her until the juices all shot. He could feel the tremendous tugging emotions in his entire body.
"Now I'm really gonna have to fuck you," he said. "I'll bet you've got a tight pussy."
As Clara lay there, she smiled wryly. She looked into her lover's eyss.
"I was hoping you had something a little bolder than that in mind," she told him.
"You'll just have to spell out what you mean, sweetheart. I thought a fuck was about as bold as you could get."
"You were suggesting a fuck in my cunt," she explained. "I was thinking about something else. Something that would surpass it in eroticism. Do you know what that is?"
"Baby, could you be thinking about what I'm thinking about?" he laughed. "I wouldn't even suggest that with a gal I was fucking just for the first time. I'll hardly suggest it even with chicks that I'm banging all the time. Most of them just don't have the stomach to go that route."
"You mean they don't have the ass-hole for it," she laughed. "I do. Do you want to go the sodomy route?"
"I'd love it," he said emotionally.
"That's good. That's very good. I'm all for it. As a matter-of-fact, I regard that as a true measure of a man. A hot-blooded man. A real cocksman. The guys who really know how to plunge their sticks inside a woman like to get some ass fucking in now and then, don't they?"
"I sure do. I never seem to get in quite enough to suit myself."
"I'm gonna give you a chance to get some in right now," she told him. "Get me ready, baby. I'll give you such a great fuck if you'll just suck my ass-hole for a little bit."
"I'd be most happy to."
He pushed his tongue forward, letting it make its first explosive, electrical contact inside of her ass-hole. He moved his tongue with searing conviction, allowing it to probe with great desire inside of her anus. He pushed and shoved his tongue, loving each and every quick, brilliant stab. The more rapidly that his tongue approached her ass-hole, the deeper that he shoved it. His tongue kept on driving, working splendidly, pushing and pumping joyously as he employed it inside of her ass-hole.
While his tongue kept up its swift, sweeping impact, he reached down and grabbed at her buttocks. He held onto her hot ass cheeks, manipulating his fingers fervently as they made their steady contact.
"Oh, just keep sucking my ass," Clara sighed. "You're really moving your tongue. Darling, come on, suck ass. Yes, that's gonna get me so prepared. Your tongue is moving beautifully. Shove it all the way into my rectum. Yes, drive it into my rectum, darling. I want it. Ohhh, do I want your tongue. Come on, honey. Just keep moving it. Keep sliding it inside me. Baby doll, ohhh, tongue me. Honey, tongue my ass-hole."
He slapped at her buttocks and continued his quick, rigid tongue probing. His tongue kept on working, driving enthusiastically, pushing with all the energy and desire that he could muster. He was pushing her ever nearer, driving his tongue explosively. The quicker that his tongue darted inside of her ass-hole, the more that she desired a hot ass fuck.
"Do you ever know how to prepare a woman for sodomy," she laughed. "I'm sure glad I met you. Ohhh, honey, I love your movements. I love the way you're pushing with your tongue. Keep on pressing it" inside me. Keep driving it into my ass-hole."
The faster that his tongue made contact with Clara's anus, the more excitement that she felt throughout her entire body. She was overjoyed as a result of all that was happening to her.