Chapter 7
The barbecued beef was as tender and juicy as a virgin's cunt, Bob Hudson thought as he sat at the head of the long table on the open patio that evening at dinner. He was gorging himself. Alice noticed, calling from her place at the other end of the table, "Did you go out and dig some postholes while we were gone on our ride today, darling? I've never seen you eat so ravenously."
Brad Richards called from his place, "What man wouldn't be ravenous, the kind of table you set, sweet Alice?"
Mario chimed in, admitting, "I'm eating like a horse! ... I can't imagine what's gotten into me."
Ransom Fransworth gave out with a knowing chuckle. Mario ignored him pointedly.
Maynord Dixson spoke up immediately, declaring, "If my airline could serve food as delicious as everything on this table tastes to me, our business would skyrocket."
Pete Edwards told him, "You ought to buy our sweet hostess's secret for your chef."
Rene Dixson suggested rather primly, "I expect part of its magic ingredient is the marvelous fresh air we've all been enjoying."
Pete declared, "That's what Tina and I thought our first summer as guests here. But this is our fifth summer and we're certain now the real magic is the magic touch Alice gives every dish her cook serves here. When Alice isn't here, we've found, nothing tastes quite the same."
"Make your husband behave, Tina," Alice protested, looking flustered. "His flattery's embarrassing me."
At that everyone laughed. The merry spirit continued throughout the rest of the meal. As she finished eating, Tina Edwards announced, "I feel like dancing. How about an after-dinner dance. Everyone in favor-."
She was interrupted by a thundering chorus of "Ayes" from all the others.
Hurriedly Bob Hudson pushed away from the table, his dessert still unfinished, responding to his duty as host. "I'll put a stack on the stereo and turn on the outside speakers," he announced and hurried into the main lodge. A moment later dance music suddenly flooded the big patio. Then the bright lights they'd dined under winked off, replaced by soft colored lights that filled the broad patio with shadows of many hues.
Eagerly the newlywed Fransworths got up from the table, but not to go into each other's arms. Ransom hurried to assist Mario as she got up from her seat at the table; Gloria hurried toward the doorway into the house through which their host had disappeared. As she neared the house, Bob hurried out, eager to get back to his dessert. But Gloria claimed him like she had an undisputed claim on him, a fact Alice Hudson did not miss as he watched the little scene, still seated at the table.
As Bob came dancing Gloria back toward the others, handsome Brad Richards seemed to appear suddenly beside Alice, bending forward to purr in her ear, "How about making me feel like an Oscar winner, sweet Alice? Dance with me?"
Moving with sudden resolution, Alice stood up, Brad jumping to pull her chair back for her. Sudden breathless excitement rushed through him. Was tonight the night? Had he finally caught this delectable morsel of feminine lusciousness at a moment of vulnerability?
Alice turned, came into Brad's arms. Heady anticipation swirled through the movie lover's head as he gathered her loveliness to himself and danced her away. Fortunately he didn't realize that for the first few minutes Alice was hardly aware of who he was; her head was filled with a whirl of thoughts. That Gloria had been the only guest who hadn't gone on the ride. Bob had eaten at least twice as much this evening as he usually ate. Could there be a connection between his being alone with that girl all day and his ravenous hunger tonight? The way that girl had claimed him as her dancing partner seemed to make the answer to that obvious: her dear two-timing Bob's stiff cock in that dewy-eyed bride's cunt! That obviously had been the connection. Of course the boost it would give a male ego, being able to fuck another man's bride on her honeymoon, made the allure of such a temptation understandable, she supposed.
But what about the allure of the temptation she'd been resisting for several years, damn that spineless Bob? What woman wouldn't feel a real ego boost out of merely a single chance to fuck a glamor-puss like Brad Richards? But she'd had and rejected a dozen or more chances since they'd first become acquainted with the handsome movie star. Yet spineless Bob can't pass up a chance to fuck a young Mrs. Nobody, just because she's an unsatisfied bride.
Suddenly Alice remembered whom she was dancing with. She glanced up at Brad's handsome face; he was a really delectable hunk of man. He always had stirred a wild kind of electrical or chemical response deep within her. But she'd always held it off, fighting down the enticing thrills his attentions aroused from behind the shield of her marriage vows. Now it was obvious that such respect for those vows was wholly one-sided.
Alice abruptly pulled herself more tightly against Brad Richards. Ironically an inviting picture of the secluded hot springs pool in the forest half a mile from the house flashed through her mind. She glanced up at Brad again, suddenly feeling breathlessly alive with excitement. She murmured, "Would you rather stay here to dance, or take a quiet stroll into the forest?"
Brad murmured in response, "I'd rather be anywhere I could be alone with you, sweetheart. I've never made any secret of that."
"Maybe you were just being nice?" she suggested. "With all the really beautiful women who're always throwing themselves at you, I can't imagine you honestly finding any real excitement about being alone with me."
"Don't sell yourself short, baby," he crooned. "You make most of those so-called beauty queens in Hollywood look like the discards in a Goodwill collection box, by comparison."
He danced her to the deeper shadows at the far edge of the patio, stopped there and took her arm, inviting, "Lead the way."
Together they slipped into the deeper shadows. As the left the main lodge behind, Alice hugged herself against Brad's arm, exclaiming, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel as jumpy, as nearly ready to burst with excitement, as a-schoolgirl-off on some wild adventure."
"I'm feeling delightfully breathless myself," the movie star admitted, still not ready to lay any bets about how far Alice was prepared to go with this. She'd held him off so long, foiled his best efforts to lay her so many times, it just didn't seem possible she suddenly could be ready to go all the way. He'd been used before by friends' wives and other women who'd had a little spat with hubby and only wanted to worry the old man a little. So he was being cautious. Available but not presumptuous.
But his hopes began rising rapidly a few minutes later. Alice led him away from the main trail into the dense shadows of the surrounding forest. It looked like she really did have more on her mind than merely an innocent walk in the early darkness.
A hundred yards off the trail they came to a small opening in the solid blackness under the tall trees. Stars became visible in the patch of open sky that became visible as they walked into the small clearing almost entirely filled by the hot springs pool.
Alice Hudson glanced up at her handsome escort, starlight glistening in her eyes as she laughed quietly, declaring, "I'll bet in all the times you've visited this ranch, you've never before discovered this hideaway."
He shook his head, admitting, "No. I never have. I've noticed the little stream coming out of the forest, farther down toward the river. Probably wondered where it came from. But never-." He interrupted himself asking, "Is this where it starts, then?"
She nodded. "It all flows from hot springs that rise here, feeding this natural pool."
Tentatively he suggested, "Sounds like it might be a great place to take a swim-if it's deep enough?"
"It's deep enough," she said, having trouble with her breathing. She glanced up at him, hoping he'd say something more, wondering if he could read her mind.
But Brad was an old hand at the game of love. He'd never let himself forget the earlier days before he broke into movie stardom; times when almost every woman he met hadn't been about to lay for him but had to be carefully seduced. Since then he'd discovered that the kind who had to be seduced still was always the best lay by far.
So he waited. Suddenly Alice whispered breathlessly, "It's a great place for undisturbed skinny-dipping."
Brad's cock had been at half-mast ever since this delectable dish accepted his invitation to dance, instead of brushing him off with some light-hearted remark like she usually did. Now, that quick, that joy-stick got so hard it started aching.
Despite his enviable experience as a cocksman, Brad found himself now having a problem keeping the breathless excitement he suddenly was feeling out of his voice. He murmured, "You must be teasing me, sweetie. I wouldn't dare go skinny-dipping with you, the way you turn me on. I can hardly trust myself around you when we both have all our clothes on. Just being near you has always turned my burners on as high as they'll go."
She just stood there looking up at him. Suddenly he realized she was trembling. He gathered her into his arms, brought his lips down upon hers, thrust the tip of his tongue against her lips; she opened them to him. He thrust his tongue as deep into her mouth as he could make it reach. Her tongue met it eagerly, twining caressingly with it.
Holding her to himself with one arm and hand, he began running his other hand down her back, over her firm, luscious ass, then back upwards. His fingertips came up her side in one long, caressing stroke. Almost to her armpit. But the soft, swelling flesh that marked the roots of her beautiful breast stopped that upward stroke. His fingertips hesitated there a moment, then slowly started outward along the growing swell of her full, ripe breast.
Suddenly she tore her mouth away from his, pushing him away as she gasped, "What about skinny-dipping first?"
"Good idea!" he exclaimed instantly, going along with her whim, wise enough to know that any resistance on his part might well give birth to responding resistance in her. Immediately he added, "How about letting me help you off with your clothing?"
She glanced up at him quickly and found him grinning down at her like a small boy. She asked, coyly, "Would you enjoy doing that?"
He chuckled, exclaiming softly, "If you only know how many times I've dreamed of doing it, you wouldn't have to ask. Actually, I'm convinced I must be dreaming right now. But if I am, please don't wake me up?"
He began slowly unfastening the buttons of her blouse. She was amazed to feel the fingers of his hand trembling.
Suddenly she put one of her hands down and touched the protrusion created by his hard cock straining against the material of his trousers. He gasped softly, then murmured, "Please, please don't ever wake me up!"
At that instant he released the button that let her naked breasts burst free of the blouse and jump out proudly before him; his eyes widened, his admiration unconcealed. He ducked his head forward, burying his face between her luscious tits. He rubbed his face back and forth against them, then began licking and kissing them. Finally he pressed them together between his hands so that he could suck both excited nipples into his mouth.
A little moan of pleasure came out of Alice. She caught his head in her hands, her fingers twining themselves in his hair. She felt droplets of love-juice bursting from the pores of the sensitive skin lining her cunt and vaginal sheath, felt her panties becoming sopping wet with them as those hot juices began drooling from her tingling cunt. It was wild and wonderful and almost frightening, as well; sex with Bob had settled into a pleasantly comfortable pattern years ago. A pattern productive of contentment, of consistently high degrees of satisfaction, but almost entirely lacking in the wild excitement of the unknown, the unanticipated. Those were sexual thrills she'd resigned herself to never experiencing again.
But here with glamorous Brad Richards' hands on her tits, her nipples in his hot mouth being greedily sucked and licked, Alice found her whole being burning up with the same heady kind of wild excitement she'd known years before during the first times Bob made love to her. She felt an overpowering yearning to feel Brad's unfamiliar cock filling her suddenly aching cunt.
Almost frantically Alice dropped her hands from Brad's head to the fastenings on the waist of her Western style saddle pants and tore them open. She hooked both thumbs in the waistband and shucked both saddle pants and panties downward together. She kicked them off her feet, while the big movie star continued slurping away ravenously at her tits. Just that mouth of his on her nipples was nearly driving her out of her mind. A flood of delicious sensation roared through her. It seemed to be constantly building.
Alice jerked her nipples out of his greedy mouth without warning; she wheeled from Brad, sprinted to the edge of the pool, tits swinging wildly, and dove in. She was laughing as she arched through the air toward the warm water. Behind her she heard Brad Richard's protesting yell of frustrated hunger. She felt a thrill of satisfaction; she may have finally let him actually undress her, as he'd done with his longing eyes so many times since they'd first gotten acquainted, but she still had him chasing her, nevertheless.
When Alice surfaced on the far side of the warm pool even the echoes of Brad's yell were gone; the silence of the forest night seemed unbroken, except for the bubbling murmur of the gushing hot springs nearby. Then she caught the distant sound of heavy breathing from the other side of the pool. She clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a delighted chuckle. Being able to steam up a man like Brad until his breathing sounded like that, even across a distance such as the width of that pool, created a responding upward zoom in her own excitement.
A little yelp came out of her as she glimpsed a flash of movement in the shadows across the pool, then saw Brad's naked body launched out into the stronger light over the water. He knifed into the water in a smooth dive. The instant the surface closed over him, Alice was moving, beginning a game of eluding him.
For several minutes both of them were swimming furiously and diving and swimming some more, chasing and being chased, like two frolicking sea otters. When Brad finally caught her, he'd been convinced that he was only able to do it because she finally was allowing him to.
He gathered Alice into his hungry arms, both hands cupping a breast, and hugged her close. His stiff cock was pressed into the crack of her ass like a hot Polish sausage pressed between the two halves of a long bun. He nipped playfully at one of her ears, then whispered breathlessly, "I've dreamed so long about getting a chance to eat your honey-sweet pussy, I just can't believe I'm not dreaming now, too."
Alice wriggled her ass against his cock, pressing it back harder as she wriggled. She teased, "You surprise me, darling, considering all you ate for dinner. Can't you think of anything but eating?"
Brad shoved his penis forward, pressing his stiff cock into the crack of her ass more deeply as he chided, "Most girls get their first orgasm at just the suggestion of having me eat their pussy. You really don't dig me too much, do you, sweetheart?"
Alice bucked her ass backward against him again as she declared, "I just know that having my pussy eaten is only a substitute for the real thing. Only a preliminary that never compares to the real main event."
"I thought most women preferred oral sex!" Brad exclaimed. "Don't tell me the screen's greatest lover has mistaken information about women?"
"If you believe the propaganda about all women being pushovers for oral sex," Alice declared wryly, "so far as I'm concerned you've bought some misinformation. In my opinion, the girls who actually prefer oral sex must be merely a variety of the notorious frigid woman; they've never been lucky enough to get fucked by a man who was lover enough to teach them how great putting a hard cock where it really belongs can be. No tongue ever can be made to compare, either in the amount of sensation it creates or in the amount of satisfaction a girl enjoys, with a hard male cock belonging to a man who really knows how to use it."
"You really amaze me," Brad declared, nuzzling her ear as he dry-fucked the crack of her ass and pulled her nipples with his fingers. "You obviously have never had your sweet pussy eaten by a real expert."
"You're an expert?" Alice asked breathlessly putting one of her own hands down to begin teasing her clitoris as she shoved her ass back invitingly against his dry-fucking.
"I've converted some of Hollywood's most confirmed lesbians to heterosexuality, in my time," Brad declared.
"You call eating a lesbian's pussy converting her to heterosexuality?" Alice demanded. "If a girl was blind, how could she tell the difference between having her cunt licked by another woman or by a man who knew what he was doing? A really heterosexual woman's greatest sexual thrill is feeling the stiff cock of a man she digs buried to its roots in her hot cunt. But that's what a lesbian and any other type of frigid woman fears most. You can't wash that fear out of her by just licking her cunt. You've been kidding yourself, lover man."
Brad made his voice sound rough as he exclaimed, "I think it's time we got something straight between us, baby."
Alice chuckled, "I couldn't have said it better myself!" She reached behind her, gripped his rigid joy-stick and used it like a handle as she led him to the shore.