Chapter 5
The hot afternoon sun warmed Bill's back as he climbed from his white VW after parking it next to a cafe at the beginning of the Sunset Strip. The slanting rays of the sun cast sharp shadows along the street and against the building facing the famed boulevard. He'd gotten lucky with Millicent Martin yesterday, luckier this morning with Marge, and his luck was still holding when he returned to Acid George's to see if anyone at the crash pad knew Terri Martin.
One of the chicks smoking a joint at Acid
George's had told him that she had met Terri Martin a few times, but didn't know where she lived. Then she told him that every time she had met her, she had been in the little occult book shop on the east end of the Strip. Jackpot!
All he had to do was wait around the book shop and move in when the chick showed up. If his luck was still holding, and he had an uncanny feeling that it was, he'd score today. He'd had lucky vibrations all day long and they were still with him.
The book shop was located in one of those old relics that still dot Hollywood. In its heyday, it had probably been a fashionable apartment court. As he walked up the step, Bill recalled that a far more famous landmark, The Garden of Allah, had been located almost directly across the street, but had given way to the demands of progress and was now the site of a big modern bank and art gallery.
Shaking his head, Bill pushed through the screen door and went into the shop. The smell hit him like a hammer. Incense candles, joss sticks, and other aromatic substances glowed and gave off their aroma from every corner of the room. Trying not to gag, Bill looked around, took a note of the several longhairs browsing through the store, and went to one of the bookcases standing against the walls.
While he looked, the title of one book suddenly struck his eye and registered in his brain. It was on the voodoo arts, and a vivid picture of Marge flashed through his mind and held his attention. She was really a flipped-out chick.
He had only left her about an hour or two ago, so his memory was still fresh and clear. He had awakened very slowly after a day-long sleep. He had been lying on his back, but his prick had felt like it was still wedged tightly in Marge's throbbing, wet pussy. As the fog cleared from his mental processes, he realized that Marge was giving him head; his prick was in her mouth and she was sucking gently on the flaccid meat.
"This is for making it good, man. For making it real good," she had said as she knelt at his side, her head moving slowly up and down, her tongue twirling around the soft head of his cock.
Bill had started to swell with slow, even jerks in her mouth. She had murmured with each throb that inflated his cock, making it longer and bigger. Bill had propped his head on the pillow, his hands behind his head, his fingers interlaced. He had stared in a lazy, half-awake fascination at the slowly moving head. Marge's wide lips were puckered tightly around the base of his cock and he had felt her tongue along its entire length. That had not lasted very long because the hardening of his cock had forced her lips to retreat until she could take little more than half without gagging.
When he was fully erect, Marge had pulled her lips away from the hard column of white flesh and looked at Bill with her eyes questioning. "You got enough left to pop again this way?" she had asked.
She had shaken her head after Bill had nodded in the affirmative and then her head had dropped back to the ramrod that she held upright in one black hand. She cupped his balls with her other hand, shaking her head. She had apparently made up her mind to satisfy her curiosity about a white man's prick because she spent about ten minutes looking at it closely and examining it from every angle. From time to time, during the course of her investigation, Marge would flick out her tongue to touch the tip to an area she thought might be more sensitive than others. When she had laved her wet tongue across the underside of his cock just back of the glans. Bill's cock had jerked violently. That was one spot that had turned him on every time.
Marge had only looked up for a split second and then her tongue had flicked out again, its tip hitting the same spot with the same reaction. She had pressed the red and swollen head of his prick to her lips and let it slide slowly into her mouth, allowing her white teeth to barely scrape the tender, inflamed skin. Allowing only the glans to pass into her warm, damp chamber, Marge had bitten down softly with her teeth. Bill's prick had throbbed strongly a third time. Satisfied she had found the most sensitive spot, Marge had started her head bobbing up and down, making sure her tongue pressed hard against the spot each time she pulled her lips up the shaft of his meat.
It had been slow and easy, contrasting sharply with the almost animalistic frenzy with which they had made love earlier in the day. Bill had figured that it was something Marge had wanted to do without his reciprocating in any way, so he had lain back on the pillow and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. But he had been pleasantly surprised, because Marge had given him something which he had never had before a hum job. Anyway, that's what she had called it after he had asked her what in the hell she had done to him that had nearly blown his mind.
She had given it to him just as he was approaching his climax. When Bill had started to thrust his hips upwards, forcing his prick deep into her mouth, Marge had started to hum deep in her throat. The resulting vibrations had been transferred from her throat to the roof of her mouth and tongue and had created a wet, tingling sensation along the entire length of his dick, but when she applied this technique to that one very tender and sensitive spot just behind the glans of his prick, Bill had exploded in a gigantic orgasm that even he had not thought he was capable of at that juncture. A hum job. What a mind blower, Bill thought as he reflected in front of the bookcase, his eyes looking at, but not really seeing, the book on voodoo on the shelf in front of him.
"Excuse me, please," a soft voice said next to his ear and he bolted upright in surprise, the fleeting images of Marge and her talents whisked away in a flash as he was brought back to reality.
Instinctively moving to the side. Bill turned his head toward the sound that had brought him back from his reverie. He was looking straight into the frankly staring eyes of Terri Martin. His luck was still good.
"Excuse me. My mind was a thousand miles away," he opened, hoping to get a little friendly and sympathetic response.
"That's okay, I figured you were tripping out a little and I didn't want to ass your trip, so I waited as long as I could," she said with a little smile.
Apparently she hadn't recognized him yet, or had already forgotten about the party and the people at Acid George's pad and the wildly erotic dance she had performed. He'd have to play it by ear and see if it were wiser to remain silent about the party, or to lay it on her straight. As Bill mulled over the different alternatives in his mind, Terri Martin had leaned over and picked up a book on astrology from one of the lower shelves.
Still thinking about the half-nude dance, Bill looked at her breasts as she leaned over. They were swinging free of any restriction beneath the loosely knit sweater. Her bell-bottom blue jeans fitted her rounded hips perfectly, stretched so tight that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any panties. Flat-nosed boots stuck out from under the cuffs of her jeans.
Outa sight, Bill said to himself. He looked away quickly as Terri Martin stood up and started thumbing through the book she had selected. He'd have to come up with some angle to find out where she lived make a date would be the easiest.
"What sign are you?" he asked casually, nodding his head at the book Terri Martin held in her hands.
"Pisces.'-'
"Hey, that's far out. I'm a Cancer. We're a perfect match," Bill said with a smile, hoping that she would pick up on the conversation and carry part of the load so that he wouldn't look like he was pushing it.
"Well, it's not all that simple, but it's a good start," she said. "There are a lot of other factors that enter into it, and having compatible signs is one of the essentials, but doesn't mean that we're a perfect match."
Bill looked at her. His eyes locked with hers and held them. "I can dig it."
"I really don't know that much about it, that's why I'm looking at this book," she said and turned away.
Shit, Bill thought, he didn't want the conversation to end just like that. He'd have to keep it going. "How about going across the street and having some coffee in the open-air restaurant after we're finished here?"
Terri Martin turned back to him, and Bill breathed a little easier. "Okay," she said simply.
Bill looked around quickly, trying to find something to buy so that he would have a reason for leaving. He spotted the decks of Tarot cards piled in a showcase. He'd wanted a deck anyway, so now was as good a time as any to get them. Maybe she was interested in that too.
He left her standing in front of the bookcase and walked to the glass-covered display case. After a cursory examination, he made his selection, added a Tarot book to his purchases, and paid the bearded clerk who looked like he was stoned.
Walking back to the bookcase, Bill thumbed through the newly purchased book so that Terri Martin could see it.
"Do you read the cards?" she asked as Bill walked up beside her.
"No, but I'm going to try and learn. I'm almost convinced that there's something to them, but I want to find out for myself," he said.
"Yeah, they're weird," Terri replied with a little more interest.
"You ready to go get that cup of coffee?" he asked, hoping to use her interest in the Tarot as a springboard to an extended conversation and a date.
"Oh, yeah ... well, like look, man, I would really dig the coffee and going into the Tarot thing with you, but I've really got to split. I forgot that I've got to be somewhere else in a little while and can't take the time right now. I hope it's cool with you because I really did want to rap with you over coffee," she said in rush of words.
"Yeah, it's cool," Bill said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. "Maybe I'll see you again at Acid George's. We could rap then," he added, playing his last card, a real long shot.
"Oh yeah! That's where it was. I thought I remembered you from someplace, but I just couldn't pin it down. You're the cat who held my sweater, then later split with the stoned chick. Man, I was really jamming that night."
"You going to be there tonight?" Bill asked casually, covering the hope that he felt.
"No, but I'll probably be there tomorrow night," she told him as she leaned over to replace the astrology book on the shelf.
"That's cool. I'll see you then," Bill said, tucking the book under his arm and turning toward the door. "Peace."
"Yeah, peace, man."
Down-shifting his bug from fourth to third gear, Bill started the long, slow climb up Beverly Glen to keep his appointment with Millicent Martin. He had good news for her and felt secure that she would keep her end of the bargain. All that bread would let him do his own thing without making any compromises with the Establishment.
After making the turn at the small park a couple of blocks above Sunset, Bill started looking for the small side street that would take him to where Millicent was staying. It was about halfway up the canyon, and he turned onto the narrow, winding street, watching the curbs for numbers. The little engine of his bug whined steadily as he climbed higher into the hills past homes that displayed a wide variety of architectural styles.
Spotting the number he was looking for, Bill turned the little car into the short driveway and pulled to a stop in front of the California-style ranch-house. New money, he thought as he climbed from the front seat of the VW and walked across the wide covered porch to the impressive double-doored entrance. He pressed the black button set in the brass plate at the side of the doorway.
"Yes?" The voice came from above her head and, looking up, he saw the metal grill of the intercom speaker.
"Bill Sherman," he said, stepping back.
"Oh, yes. Just a moment, please," the metallic voice said and then clicked off.
It was more than a moment, in fact, it was several before Bill heard the tumblers click in the lock on the door and it swung open.
"Won't you come in?" she said. "Millicent is out by the pool."
Stepping through the door, Bill turned to look at the tall, thin blonde as she closed the door. She was wearing a short, terry cloth robe that stopped just below her narrow hips. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders and was slightly tangled. Her legs were thin, but nicely shaped, which gave her a tall, elegant look despite the fact that her face was a blotchy pink. Bill wondered about that, but as he turned it over in his mind, the door clicked shut and the woman turned to him, pulling her robe a little tighter around her body.
"I'm Gloria Davis," she said, looking Bill directly in the eye. "A friend of Millicent's."
"How do you do?" Bill said in his best over-thirty manner as he pulled at the end of his paisley scarf. Something flickered across her pale blue eyes and she turned on the ball of her bare foot and strode away.
"If you'll follow me, Millicent's by the pool."
Matching her stride for stride, Bill marched through the house and through a set of sliding glass doors onto a wide veranda surrounded by flickering flames from black Tiki torches. The reflections of the dancing flames shimmered on the clear blue water of the large oval pool.
"Mr. Sherman's here, Millicent," Gloria Davis said in the direction of two large padded mats lying next to the edge of the pool.
Millicent Martin rolled over on her side and looked up. She glanced at Gloria for a split second and then her head turned to Bill. She was clad in a skimpy bikini which barely covered the full ripeness of her lush body. In the faint light of the dying day and by the flaming torches, Bill could see that the bikini was tied very loosely, as if it had been put on in a hurry. As he moved closer, Bill could see that Millicent also had pink blotches around her lips and cheeks. Jesus Christ, he thought, she swings both ways. Far out!
"Good to see you, Bill, we didn't think you would be this early. We were about to go for a swim before dinner. Care to join us?"
"Millicent," Gloria said in a hushed voice, but broke off before she said anymore.
"Bill and I don't have any secrets from one another, do we, Bill?" she asked.
"None at all," he answered, waiting to see what the next move would be.
"But, tonight, Millicent, after all," Gloria protested in a low voice.
"You mustn't be possessive, Gloria," Millicent said sharply, and the blonde woman hung her head in resignation. "Well, Bill, how 'bout that swim? Are you game?"
"Sure, but what do I wear, or is this a skinny-dippin' party?" he asked frankly.
"Suit yourself, but Gloria and I like to have as much freedom as possible," she said significantly.
"That's cool with me," he remarked, "but aren't you forgetting why I'm here?"
"So soon! That's very quick, but then you are an extremely fast worker, aren't you?" she said with a slightly malicious smile on her face.
Bill was tired of playing games with Millicent so he laid it right on the line. "I saw Terri this afternoon. I'll probably see her again tomorrow night and can make delivery either then or the next morning. When can you have twenty-five thousand dollars ready?"
"Twenty-five thousand dollars!" she sputtered as she sat bolt upright on the padded mat.
"That's the deal," he answered flatly.
"But I thought that we would sort of be partners. If I can get control of the estate when we have the hearing, there will be lots of work to do, investments to make, and things like that. I thought that was what you were looking for, what you wanted."
"That might be what you thought, but that's not what I want. I'm going to do my own thing and I don't want to be tied down to an office or anything else. So it's cash on the barrelhead, or I don't play, and I don't deliver," he declared in a cold, hard voice.
"I won't have that kind of money until after the hearing," she admitted.
"I can wait. Is it a deal?"
"You're holding the high hand," she agreed.
"Good. Am I still invited for a swim?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Millicent, I thought this was just a business meeting," Gloria protested once more.
"Relax, this will be good for you. Besides, you know how I get when you insist on arguing with me, Gloria," Millicent said with a harsh edge in her voice. It softened only slightly when she turned her head to Bill. "In case you already haven't guessed it, Gloria here doesn't think much of males."
"The thought had crossed my mind," Bill told her, looking in Gloria's direction.
"Please, Millicent, must you go into all of that?" Gloria interjected.
"Oh, shut up, for Christ's sake. You literally sold that body of yours to fat old Charlie, just so you could divorce him and have a big fat alimony check every month, this house, a imagine car, and all the women you could find," Millicent hissed, "so looking at a man's prick isn't anything new to you. Besides, I'll take good care of you later. As a mater of fact, we might even have Bill here join in the fun, just for variety's sake, and he's the only man who has really been able to stimulate me. He's a mean bastard, though, aren't you, Bill?" she added as she got to her feet.
Holy Christ, Bill thought, what a bunch of fucking kooks! Looking around, he spotted a nearby lawn chair and walked to it, pulling off his scarf and unbuttoning his blue body shirt. As he shrugged out of the shirt and draped it across the back of the chair, he saw that Gloria Davis was standing close to Millicent with her back to him, taking earnestly. Millicent was working at the strings that held her skimpy bikini bra in place over her ripe breasts and shaking her head at whatever Gloria was saying.
Sitting on the chair, Bill unzipped his flat-nosed boots and pulled them from his feet. He took off his socks and stuffed them in the neatly lined-up boots in front of the chair. Standing up, he unbuckled his wide leather belt with the hand-worked brass buckle and pulled the zipper on his bell-bottomed pants.
Gloria had apparently lost the argument and whirled around on the ball of her foot, but she stopped short when she saw Bill pulling down his tightly fitted pants and stepping out of them. She stood frozen, with her back to him, and watched as Millicent tossed aside the brief halter and undid the bows at her hips, letting the bottom part of her bikini fall to the padded mat. She stood there looking straight at Gloria, her body swaying slightly. Bill felt the stirrings start in low in his groin as he watched the scene unfold before him. As he pulled down his jockey shorts and tossed them on the chair, Gloria stuffed her hands in the pockets of her robe and shook her head, sending her blonde hair flying from side to side. Millicent laughed, turned, and walked toward the pool's edge.
Giving his prick a shake, Bill walked past Gloria, who turned her face away as he passed, and went toward Millicent. As he approached her turned back, she spun around, a little smile flickering on her face.
"Not again. I'm still sore back there from last night, but Gloria's got a virgin ass-hole and since you like that sort of thing, why don't you give her a try? Use your caveman routine and you shouldn't have any trouble," she said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"I thought she didn't dig men," Bill replied flatly.
"She doesn't, but that doesn't mean that you couldn't take her if you wanted her. Besides, I'd like to see her get royally fucked. How 'bout it? You game?" she asked.
There it was again; Millicent Martin trying to run the whole show, trying to have everything her way without a thought to what the feelings of anyone else were. Bill felt the resentment turn his stomach, giving him a bitter taste in his mouth. He'd shown her last night that he wouldn't go along with that shit, so he'd have to show her again that he wasn't going to be pushed around. If he didn't assert his dominance, then the whole deal was in trouble, and he was too close to having everything he wanted to risk that. A twinge of guilt rippled through his brain cells as he realized that it was going to be something similar if not just the same as it had been with Millicent Martin. In this case, he was using Terri Martin to get what he wanted without thinking about her feelings at all. He rejected the thought.
"Fuck it," he said in a low voice, "I'm not a rapist." He gave her a hard, steel-eyed look to back up his words.
"Really! I'd never have guessed," Millicent remarked with a little bitterness. "At least get her in the water."
"If I do, you had better finish off what you started before I interrupted. I can always get into the act later," Bill said with a tone of authority that made his words a command and not a suggestion.
"In front of you?" her face fell as she spoke. "In front of me," he hissed.
"All right, if that's the way you want it," she relented, bowing her head as she spoke.
"That's the way, the only way I'm playing the game," he said as he gave her a shove, toppling her into the pool.
Millicent came up spurting and laughing all at the same time. Bill watched her as she treaded water for a moment and then lay on her back, spreading her full thighs invitingly. The pool's underwater light was turned on so there was plenty of light to see her and to appreciate the succulent richness of her figure. Bill had half a mind to chuck Gloria and dive in after Millicent, but he controlled the impulse and turned his back on her as she floated in the center of the pool.
When he turned, he saw Gloria standing a few feet away, her eyes wide in wonder. Apparently Millicent dominated her and those around her so much that this was the first time that she had ever seen someone actually do something that Millicent opposed.
"You're next," Bill said, taking a step toward her.
"No! I don't want to," she protested in a whining voice.
As Bill moved forward, she spun around and attempted to run. He had her in two steps, grabbing the back of the terry cloth robe and yanking her to a halt. The violence of his grip had yanked the robe nearly half off and exposed both Gloria's breasts. They were small but well shaped and held high on her rib cage. Every one of her ribs showed under her skin, but her belly was as flat and smooth as a river stone.
As Bill picked her up in his strong arms and carried her toward the side of the pool, she tried desperately to pull the sides of the robe together to cover her nakedness. Bill chuckled to himself. He must have caught them with the meat in their mouths when he had rung the doorbell, and Gloria must have just pulled on her robe, not taking the time to put on anything else, What a couple of kooks, he mused as he paused at the edge of the pool, the struggling girl still held tightly in his arms. He was trying to decide whether to throw her in with her robe on, or take it off her and then toss her in. He decided on the latter course. No use in getting her robe wet.
Setting her down, Bill gripped the sides of her robe and started to pull it down her arms.
"No! Please don't do that. I don't want you to see me," she pleaded, bending over to try and protect herself and to cover as much of her body as possible.
Spinning her around, Bill yanked her arms back and pulled hard at the clinging robe. It peeled off her arms reluctantly, and Bill wadded it up in a ball and tossed it on the nearby mats, Gloria was still crouched over, her arms wrapped tightly around her naked body. Bill put his foot in the middle of her narrow butt and pushed, sending her headfirst into the clear, brightly lit water. She landed with a foot-kicking splat a few feet away from where Millicent was floating in the water, watching the entire episode. Gloria came up spitting water and trying to get her long blonde hair out of her eyes. She dipped her head into the water and then tossed her head back, sending a wide arc of water and hair back over her shoulders.
A wild exuberance overtook Bill as he watched the two nude figures standing up to their necks in the water. His mind recorded the fact that Gloria must be a natural blonde since he couldn't see any dark pubic hair covering her lower belly.
"Come on in, Tarzan," Millicent called from the middle of the pool as she sent a shower of water toward him.
Ducking his head, Bill dived, hitting the water flat so that he wouldn't go too deep and scrape himself on the bottom of the pool. He broke the surface between the two women.
Gloria was starting to swim toward the side of the pool with long, clean strokes. Bill grabbed Millicent and pushed her after the swimming girl. "Go on. Do your thing," he growled.
Millicent lunged after the swimming Gloria and managed to catch an ankle just as the girl was trying to pull herself onto the edge of the pool. They struggled for a moment, but Millicent proved to be the stronger, and she pulled the girl back into the water. Bill was standing with the water up to his chest so he could see what was happening under the water as well as what was happening on top of the water. From where Bill stood, the underwater scene was much more interesting.
Millicent had pinned Gloria against the side of the pool and had thrust her full thighs between the blonde girl's two thin ones. The top portion of her thigh was rubbing back and forth across Gloria's pubic area, while Millicent gripped Gloria's two small, well-shaped tits in each hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh, her fingers digging into the white skin.
"No! Please don't. Not while he's here watching. I don't want it that way," Gloria protested as she tossed her head violently from side to side, sending her long wet hair flying back and forth, water spraying from it in all directions.
Millicent silenced the blonde's protest by crushing her lips to Gloria's. Bill saw the girl's head pull back as she attempted to break away, but Millicent had her pinned so she couldn't move. Gloria's struggles continued for a moment, then started to lessen, and after what seemed to Bill to be about a minute they ceased altogether. Under the water, her hips started a slow, almost motionless gyration forward and back, and she rubbed her crotch tightly against Millicent's leg. Gloria's arm encircled Millicent's shoulders, pulling her closer.
Watching the two girls had stimulated Bill more than he thought possible. He looked down at his own body, covered by the clear water, and saw that his cock was standing out stiff and strong, a fleshy, pink torpedo. He bounded on the balls of his feet, letting the warm water caress his skin and relax his muscles. In moments he felt his entire body relaxing, except for his prick which still maintained its one-eyed vigil of the underwater scene.
When he turned his attention back to the girls, Bill saw Millicent lifting Gloria out of the pool so that her butt just rested on the edge. She pushed the blonde onto her back and threw a long, slim leg over each shoulder. As Millicent spread Gloria's legs, Bill finally realized that Gloria's crotch was shaved as bare as a billiard ball. The smooth skin of her pubis sparkled as the light from the flaming torches flickered over the droplets of water that ran down her body and into the groove of her crotch. Kinky, Bill thought, real kinky.
Bill noticed that the two girls had moved down the length of the pool slightly so that when Millicent stood upright in the water her mouth was on the same level with Gloria's crotch. Moving even with the pair, Bill noted that the water hit him just below the chest. He moved forward to get a better look at the action at the side of the pool.
Millicent was nibbling and gently biting her way up one of Gloria's thighs, her lips and teeth leaving little red marks on the smooth white skin. Millicent had a cheek of Gloria's butt in each hand and was lifting her off the tile in order to better reach those places her mouth was attempting to stimulate. As her mouth came closer to the center of Gloria's womanhood, Millicent slid her thumbs up the crack of Gloria's ass until she had them placed evenly on either side of her pussy lips.
With a twisting of her wrists, she parted the tightly sealed lips and opened Gloria's cunt for the attack by her mouth, teeth, and tongue. Opening her lips wide, Millicent darted her head forward and engulfed Gloria's pussy with her mouth. Gloria's legs spasmed and fluttered as they draped across Millicent's shoulders, and then she locked her ankles together so she could pull the black-haired girl closer to her body. Her heels beat a tattoo in the middle of Millicent's back, and Bill figured that she was getting her jollies. It was time for his fun. The water had relaxed him, but the sight of the two contrasting nude figures of the women had made him horny. Moving toward Millicent, he looked at her thick black hair as it fell wetly about her shoulders and saw the water running in little rivulets down her smooth back. As he looked the situation over, he realized that he would have to take her from behind. He wasn't sure how she was going to react to that since she had told him that she was still sore from the night before.
Fuck it, Bill thought, and dove under the water. He could see clear enough to make out Millicent's outstretched legs, bouncing up and down the balls of her feet as she sought to get closer to .Gloria's body. Bill stroked and glided through the water with ease. His outstretched hand touched the side of the pool and he surfaced next to the entwined girls.
Millicent wasn't aware of his arrival since her view to the side was blocked by one of Gloria's slim thighs, and Gloria was on a trip of her own and had probably forgotten all about him already.
Moving behind Millicent, Bill let his arms encircle her waist and, staying out of the way of Gloria's flailing feet, cupped one of Millicent's rich, full breasts in each hand. They felt lighter under water, but they were still firm and heavy.
Bill felt Millicent's body stiffen as his prick brushed against the cheeks of her ass. Backing away, he continued to squeeze and knead the flesh of her tits, tweaking the nipples from time to time with his thumb and forefinger, Releasing his grip on one tit, Bill let his hand slide down through the water along her belly until his fingers entangled themselves in the floating hairs that covered her puffy pussy. His middle finger sought the slot that he knew was under the black foliage. Finding it, he opened her up like a clam. Bill kicked her legs further apart with his feet and dropped down in the water so that he could bring his hot prick to her opening. He found her hole with his middle finger and felt the slickness in spite of the watery surroundings.
Arching his hips forward, Bill pushed his cock between her legs and used his hand to stuff the head into her ready and waiting hole. It slipped in easier than he thought it would under water, and he grabbed her hips in both hands. Millicent had resisted for a moment when he had tried to get her legs spread apart and Bill figured that she probably thought that he was going to go up the back way again. But, when the head of his cock slipped into her oiled hole, she spread her legs willingly and helped him as much as she could while not leaving Gloria for a second.
Pushing his hips up, Bill felt himself slide into her, the tight channel gripping him as his prick moved into her grotto, pushing tissue aside as it drove into her depths. Bill heard Millicent moan deep in her throat as he filled her with his thick staff.
Gloria's legs were a problem, because they were in his way. Looking over the situation, Bill resolved that problem by lifting her legs over his shoulders as well. She made the adjustment, apparently too engrossed in the delights that Millicent was giving her cunt to mind in what position her legs were placed. With her legs over his shoulders as well as Millicent's, Bill could now move directly behind the black-haired girl and stroke into her without being obstructed or hit by a stray foot.
Bouncing up and down in the water, Bill slid the full length of his cock into and out of Millicent's resilient and eager cunt. Each time he slammed into her butt with his pelvis, she grunted with pleasure. Despite this, her mouth never left Gloria's bare cunt, her tongue lapping up and down the groove, then twirling about the raised clit button that Bill could clearly see over Millicent's shoulder.
Gloria was tossing back and forth at the edge of the pool, her cries were soft, low moans. Her hands alternately gripped her own breasts and then the top of Millicent's wet head. Her belly was heaving up and down at a quick rate, and Bill sensed that she was in the throes of a giant multiple orgasm that was shaking her entire body to the core.
Hugging Millicent's wet back, Bill wrapped his arms around her supple body and gripped a tit in one hand while his other sought the knob of her clit that was somewhere near that point where his prick was relentlessly moving in and out of her cunt like a piston. His fingers gripped and pulled at the lips of her cunt until they encountered the hard nub that rose from between the lips of her twat. Millicent jerked with a sudden start as his fingers sought to capture the elusive piece of tender flesh that was slick and wet with her pouring juices and the water surrounding it in the pool. Flicking his finger back and forth across the clit, Bill pulled and twisted the nipple that he grasped tightly in his other hand. Millicent started a low guttural moan that began deep in her throat and worked its way out until it was nearly a scream, muffled only by the closeness of her mouth to Gloria's spasming cunt.
Both women were now in the throes of orgasm. Bill pumped harder into Millicent's pussy, jerking his hips with all the force he could muster, the power of Bill's thrusting strokes aided by the buoyancy of the water lifted Millicent off her feet with every jabbing lunge. She was forced to grip Gloria's legs even harder in order to stay glued to the wet cunt she was so tenderly licking.
Gloria's moans were getting louder and the high thrashing at the side of the pool was getting wilder as Millicent continued to apply the tip of her practiced tongue to the most sensitive parts of Gloria's pussy. Bill looked up to see her arch herself off the deck, using her hands to hold up the cheeks of her ass off the tiled surface.
Her legs were spread as wide as possible and were jerking wildly in the air. With a shuddering cry, she collapsed on the deck, her hands feebly pushing Millicent's head and mouth away from her crotch. Her rib cage rose and fell rapidly with the effort of her breathing, and Bill could see the clear drops of perspiration that dripped down her face and onto the decking.
Free of her lingual burden, Millicent turned her full attention to her own enjoyment. She bucked back against Bill, thrusting her ass into his groin. He was so drained from his previous efforts that he had been unconscious of urgent desire. He had merely been enjoying the sensual pleasure of having his prick deeply embedded in a woman's cunt, but was not overly anxious to come. The water was a relaxing novelty which he was enjoying to the fullest.
Millicent, on the other hand, was a seething mass of hyper-tensed flesh, eagerly seeking orgasm after orgasm. Her hands gripped the edge of the pool as she shoved herself harder and harder against the fleshy rod that Bill was steadily pumping into her cunt.
"Let me turn around," she half gasped.
Bill pulled his cock out of her sheath and released his grip on her tit and clit. Millicent lunged at him like a tigress, wrapping her arms around his neck and raising her body so that she could wrap her full thighs around his narrow waist. Bill gripped the cheeks of her ass in each hand, and Millicent let go of his neck with one hand long enough to grab his cock and place it against the entrance to her cunt. After the head was securely in her hole, she raised up slightly and then dropped her full weight on it, impaling herself on,his staff.
With the added buoyancy of the water, Bill could lift Millicent easily and he pulled her up and down his cock with increasing vigor. She was mumbling incoherently, with her lips pressed against his neck, her teeth biting at his flesh from time to time as the pleasure that was in her cunt became more intense.
Her pussy muscles were gripping his staff hard, milking it and drawing up the fluids from deep within his body. He felt them stir and was surprised that he had anything left to give after being drained so completely earlier in the day by Marge's cunt, and later her sucking, humming mouth.
Feeling the added swelling along the full length of his staff, Bill jammed himself harder into Millicent's tightly clamped hole. He could feel the head of his cock start to bloat with added blood, and the cheeks of his ass were starting their rhythmic throbbing that he knew always preceded his orgasms. Then it came, roaring from his depths, pushing upward and finally out of his body, through his throbbing prick, to be spit out the slitted end of his cock and into Millicent's womb.
Bill grunted and pulled her more tightly to him, stopping his up and down lifting of her body in the water. He jammed her body down hard on his cock as the spurts started, and held her there until he was finished and his prick was rapidly shrinking within her twat.
Releasing her tight grip from around her shoulders, and unlocking her jaw where she had clamped it into his shoulder, Millicent swam away from him on her back as Bill stood in the middle of the pool and watched. She pulled herself out of the water, shook herself like an animal, and hurried to Gloria's side.
Bill watched as the blonde woman opened her eyes to look up at the dripping figure of Millicent standing over her, legs spread wide, hair tangled and running in loose strings down the front of her face. Her breasts were heaving with the strain of her heavy breathing, their bulging white surfaces streaked with red where Bill's fingers had dug into the tender flesh.
"Do me," she gasped, and threw her legs across the startled figure of the blonde.
Bill waded to the shallow end of the pool as Millicent squatted on her haunches so that her cunt, still dripping from his discharge, was directly over Gloria's face. He was climbing tiredly up the steps of the pool when he heard Gloria's protests.
"No! Please! Not just after he has had you. I don't want to taste him, just you," she whined.
"Do me," Millicent now croaked, her voice cracking.
Watching as he dried himself leisurely with a big towel he had found on one of the mats, Bill saw Millicent entwine her fingers in Gloria's long blonde hair and savagely pull the slim girl's face into her gaping crotch. The girl twisted her head from side to side in an effort to get away, but Millicent had a firm grip on her hair and was not letting go. She dropped to her knees, shoved her wet pussy onto the struggling girl's mouth, stifling a scream of protest from the lips of the willowy blonde.
Bill heard the telltale slurping sounds coming from the edge of the pool as he walked through the sliding glass doors, pulling his scarf around his neck. He closed the big double doors quietly as he left the house and climbed into his small car. What a trip, he thought as he turned the key to start the engine.