Chapter 1
Roxanne Plenty stepped onto the sun-baked sand and let out a stimulated sigh of relief. She had hoped her vacation would be everything she wanted. Two weeks away from the newspaper and people's problems. God! She had enough with dispensing advice to the emotionally disturbed, the sick at heart-the neurotic public in general. Her column was published daily, read widely through syndication. She hadn't the slightest inclination her counsel would be as sought after as it was. People called upon her to solve their dilemmas, as ridiculous as some were. They wanted flowery turns-of-phrase and virtuous acts from a spiritual adviser. If only they knew she mocked them as she entered their letters, along with her carefully tailored responses, into her word processor. She glared at the text on her screen, searching her mind for an appropriate and anticipated comment. What wisdom she served up could have been obtained from a confidante, a close friend-not a stranger, such as herself, who was incapable of summoning pity. Her readers were disturbed-of that, she was confident. They fed upon each other's neuroses in their various forms, and looked to her for the answer. Roxanne no sooner believed she had a "gift" at offering spiritual consolation than she did any other power at her command. It was a concept the public bought faithfully each day they shelled out adequate coin to purchase the newspapers in which she was found.
This vacation would take her away from that life for two weeks. This escape from reality would also provide her the thing she cherished most: sex. Roxanne had a very healthy attitude about fucking-though she was loathe to admit it. She happened to like spreading her legs and feeling a big cock slide into her pussy-or taking one into her mouth. She loved sucking one until those hot, convulsive squirts signaled the end to feverish pleasure. Publicly, she was a puritan; privately, it was entirely another matter.
Roxanne arranged her towel on the sand, donned a pair of dark sunglasses, then stretched her sumptuous body across it. The confines of her pussy smoldered for some decent action. She hadn't paid all that air fare, as well as made expensive hotel accommodations, merely to receive a gorgeous tan. No, she thought, as sweat began to ooze from her ample cleavage. The brochure from the travel agent specified the number of men to be found along these shores, searching for the same kind of detached fulfillment. Everyone who came to Ecstasy Isle did so for predatory benefit. The exploits here were so well-publicized that the owners could afford to be discriminating in tendering guests. The princely rates that were charged, in conjunction with its wild reputation, made it the "hottest" resort in the world.
Roxanne shifted her long, shapely legs so that their exposure to the sun was balanced. She thought about having a man on top of her, thrusting in that neglected space. Her pussy throbbed for attention. During the flight here, she could do little else but dwell on the nights of passion to come. She had nursed several glasses of wine while studying the men around her. In Chicago, she was under heavy surveillance; her followers didn't want her sexual preoccupations to be brought to the surface. Roxanne, if anything, was a prudent businesswoman. Total discretion was her motto. She happened to be somewhat a prude in written form: she chose her words carefully when guiding the lovelorn. Her published comments prohibited the physical enjoyment of men. It wasn't as though she maintained that belief-the population reading her column dictated that. Roxanne merely completed that thought with her pen, along with a desire to perpetuate the lifestyle to which she had grown accustomed. If it was known what a sex-hungry woman she truly was, they would be shocked.
Even now, as she sought a bronzed hue, her pussy ached to be filled with a long, hard cock. The act of penetration, followed by frenzied fucking, was her pursuit. Roxanne loved watching it go in-seeing a rigid shaft disappear into her juicy snatch. Ohhhhhhhhh. Not only did it look great, it felt incredible. There was nothing quite like having her drenched cunt lips catch the bulbous head, causing that smooth skin to moisten as they devoured every manly inch. She had neglected the demands of her body far too often, for the sake of image. Fucking one of her current boyfriends might have been a temporary remedy, but in Roxanne's case, familiarity bred contempt. She got off on fucking strangers-people who were unable to identify her, but eager to supply pleasure. Names were irrelevant to her; a nice, muscled body spread across a bed was infinitely better.
The brochures of Ecstasy Isle featured studs with impressive pectorals, as well as women of unquestionable sexiness. Roxanne nurtured fantasies about making it with another woman. If the right set of conditions were met, she could easily descend into the proper mood. Lapping a horny pussy might be the thrill she probed for all along. Sucking on a pair of tits, teething an erect nipple, might be the ultimate experience.
Everything retained its order in her mind. First, she would be served an energetic hard-on, stroking the frustration out of her body; then she would seek other derivatives.
She scanned the beach for men. There were several present, though most were in the company of women. Roxanne was not in the habit of stealing; she surmised that the worthy ones would come to her of their own accord. Roxanne did not have to beg for sex; men found her genuinely attractive. She was a sassy blonde, with bedroom-blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her body was something to drool after: big tits, a narrow waist, and trim hips. She resembled a Viking goddess, tall and sensual. In the bikini she squeezed her voluptuous body into, she was mouth-watering. When she walked the sand, heads craned in her direction. She was a luscious sight to behold. The scantiness of her bottoms scarcely concealed the golden pubes; a few errant wisps curled around the material to make their presence known. Roxanne wasn't the least concerned with baring any part of herself; nude sunbathing was an acceptable form of relaxation. She intended to keep her tan quite even.
A man jogging across the beach threw her a prolonged glance. He almost seemed the kind of man Roxanne wished to attract. His sun-bleached hair and tanned flesh were undeniably appealing. He was panting, but with exaggeration. Roxanne imagined sweat pouring down that magnificent chest, his face lined with contortions, while between her legs. She stirred at the thought of his fucking her once her eyes dropped to his nylon briefs. From the telltale bulge, she gathered he might have the necessary equipment. Roxanne was intolerant of undersized men; she loved big cocks. The bigger, in her book, the greater fun.
Another man approached her from the opposite direction. He had long, dark hair and long limbs to match. She watched his arms swing pendulously while he appeared tuned in to his Walkman. His eyes searched hers for confirmation of interest. Roxanne examined his hair-rough body behind her dark shades. He couldn't possibly know he was being measured, for she did not move her head a fraction. Roxanne had excellent peripheral vision and could take in every foot of the scenery without disturbing her position.
Each man seemed to cancel out the other. She might have considered taking them on simultaneously, but decided her suggestion would not be well-received. In the end, she lowered her head to the rolled-up towel that served as a pillow and dismissed them both. Perhaps if she met up with them again, she would-likely give them a chance. When traveling, Roxanne tended to vary her daily routine; although they might not serve the purpose now, the sun and sand customarily drew out her need to be fucked.
The day was young. She had landed only an hour ago, and her two weeks of abandoned pleasure lay before her. There was definitely no rush to take advantage of every man who crossed her path. Roxanne could afford to be selective. If the brochure was correct in stating there was an abundance of men, Ecstasy Isle would be a memorable vacation indeed.
Gary Fisher presided over the action on the beach below while sitting on the balcony of the condo he'd rented, contemplating his next sexual encounter. He took another sip of his beer, wondering if he should roam the area in search of a delectable blonde to quench his randy thirst. The dead heat of summer invariably had a strong effect on his libido; as soon as he sniffed pussy, his balls churned with desire. Unconsciously, he stroked his cock through his nylon trunks. The urge to have his thing buried in a nice, tight cunt was predominant. He was in need of a good fuck and was determined to see the ideal situation materialize. Few women discounted the efficiency of his equipment, or his ability to make the cum. He loved watching them going into orgasm while he slammed himself with abandon between their coiling legs. The phrase "pounding into submission" was one of Gary's favorites; he loved making a woman feel her efforts drove him into a state of physical insanity. His steadily pumping buns didn't stall for a moment, even if he was begged. It was Gary's experience that, when he complied, the woman was apt to reverse her decision.
Although Gary was a very horny guy, he was cautious of certain women. Those looking for long-standing relationships, including marriage, were avoided at all cost. He had recently divorced, and the separation from his wife had been emotionally brutal. The grounds for which she charged him were perfectly understandable: adultery. Gary had found it increasingly difficult to restrict himself to one woman. His sexual appetite was powerful, all-consuming and dangerously varied. He discovered shortly into his marriage that his character was easily corruptible. Gary enjoyed three-ways-specifically if he was the only male in residence-as well as orgies. He did not feel these proclivities made him a bad person, just different. Joanna failed to recognize its necessity. She refused to believe there was a distinction between love and sex; she felt they were synonymous. Gary truly loved Joanna, but it was impossible for him to remain faithful. His version of love was almost cosmic.
These days, Gary was on a steady diet of blondes and redheads; brunettes were thrown in upon occasion, but since that was Joanna's natural hair color, he frequently dismissed them. At age thirty-three, he was in his sexual prime. His big dick saw lots of action. Based on past performance, he rarely heard a complaint. Gary felt it needless to maintain a "little black book;" his phone rang off the hook, with most callers female.
Gary liked big tits on his women. A nice ass was a plus. He fancied soft, feminine voices, though sassy tones were more expedient in capturing his attention. Brassy, sultry women were a challenge until he proved after an exhausting fuck which side of the fence he hung his socks on. The spontaneous, wham-bam fuck was highly preferred.
Gary held the title of Senior Vice President at one of Chicago's largest banks. Maintaining his new bachelor status and earning a hefty salary afforded him with an image most women found irresistible. Divulging his occupation wasn't key to ensuring fuck partners. His handsome blond features and muscular physique were a sufficient presentation of what he had to offer. His height, clearing six feet, was also to his advantage. The shape of his cock through the skimpy Speedos he wore invariably generated most of the attention. Gary had trouble tucking his thing in those scant confines; when that monster got big, however, it didn't fit. The head of his cock surged over the top, or worked its way to the inside of his thigh. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating. He knew it was more practical to don swimwear of less provocation, but the same satisfaction wouldn't remotely be given.
As he drained the remaining portion of the can in one gulp, he caught a glimpse of an exciting blonde (with mammary overkill) sauntering across the hot sand. More than one stud examined the curvaceous figure as it made its way down the stretch of beach. Her inviting, resilient flesh caused an outbreak of drool.
Gary's cock jumped to a throbbing salute. That gorgeous ass practically hung out of its bikini bottoms. He salivated at those sumptuous cheeks, along with the jut of her ample hips. It wasn't until she turned and he caught her face that his pulse accelerated.
No! It couldn't be!
Gary whipped out his pair of binoculars to affirm what he saw. Yes, that babe out there was none other than the infamous Roxanne Plenty-that fucking advice columnist his wife turned to in seeking the final vote on their marriage. Her picture accompanied her column in the paper. He would have recognized her anywhere, with or without those sunglasses. Roxanne had given him a "thumbs down" after reading the letter Joanna penned. His ex-wife had put the fate of their marriage in the hands of that bitch, requesting her opinion of whether or not to proceed with a divorce. The shock waves had stunned him long after it was published. He glared at the bitch. If anyone had turned Joanna against him, it was Roxanne. Joanna was faithful to her column, having always read it daily over breakfast to Gary's chagrin.
That unrighteous bitch deserved a little of her own medicine, Gary thought bitterly. He doubted she believed in the crap she dished out with unfailing regularity. Observing her as he did now, in that skimpy outfit, reinforced his assumption that she was a fucking little hypocrite. She probably liked getting laid like the rest of the female population. Someone, namely himself, should set the record straight.
His cock still strained the front of his Speedos, begging to be unleashed. Even angry, he couldn't stop lusting after her. She was a wildly attractive woman. He thought about getting a crack at fucking her brains out.
He ogled her another second before mentally confirming his course of action. Yes, that buxom bitch was going to receive his cock and talented tongue in a campaign to expose her. He was going to concentrate on her for the length of her-and his-stay, giving her pleasure she had never known, then blow the whistle. Whether or not he derived physical enjoyment, he intended to revenge himself. Her pussy was going to intimately know the shape of his dick and the softness of his tongue when he was through.
Brimming with confidence, he crushed the empty beer can and quickly cruised down to the beach.
Roxanne mentally compiled her list of choices as she made her way across the sand. There were simply too many from which to choose. She began to suspect two weeks would be insufficient. Almost all of the studs appealed to her. Whether they were scampering about playing volleyball, or football, or playing Frisbee, or attempting to surfboard, they were visibly at their best. Their toned, muscled bodies were in excellent shape, cultivated thoughts of gratification to be had fucking against all that manly energy.
Roxanne eyed one prospect: a dark-haired hunk with biceps the size of grapefruits, and enough hair on his body to carpet a room, easily clearing six-five. She lapsed into a fantasy of him kneeling between her legs, with sweat dripping down his face, the dark matting plastered to his heaving chest, giving her a slow fuck. She almost had to stop in her tracks, wobbling with excitement. In her mind, she knew it would be great-and was close to encouraging him, when she saw someone who was unmistakably the gem.
Hmmmmmmmmmm, she murmured, flashing him an instant signal. He was dark-blond with a devilishly calculating grin-a "bad boy" look that automatically labeled him. Roxanne had a definite weakness for that particular disposition. Those bedroom-blue eyes clinched her decision-along with a physique that would be wonderful to writhe against. Roxanne could easily envision moaning for him in private. The Speedos he wore barely concealed his lethal weapon: ten-and-a-half-inches of indisputable pleasure.
Her frank appraisal wasn't one-sided; she felt him scanning her with equal interest, centering on her tits and drifting to her sleek legs. He wasn't exactly drooling-he was far too "cool" to succumb to such a weakness-but he obviously liked what he saw.
Gary surveyed the luscious contours of Roxanne's body, drinking in her plump breasts as they challenged the confines of her bikini. The definition of nipple definitely heightened his awareness. The exciting arch of her back brought emphasis to a slim waist, and the roundness of hip tapered to succulent legs. Despite his intention to expose her, he couldn't help feeling a rush of exhilaration. He conceived himself between those tanned thighs, sampling her delicious secretions as they oozed from her pussy. He imagined her fingers around his cock, speeding insertion into those warm, welcoming cunt lips. He ached for the moment he would submerge himself and feel the heat of her appetite.
Yes, he thought, this was going to be easy. From her initial response, he knew they would soon connect.
Roxanne gazed at his raw expression and communicated her unspoken desire. The curve of her lips achieved this with practiced ease. She felt confident her body language could easily be read. Her sunglasses were lowered so he could catch the glimmer in her eyes. He was given all the invitation necessary to engage her in conversation.
Gary did not hesitate. "You look as though you could use a drink," he mentioned in a baritone that nearly curled her toes. "Chilled Bordeaux, Domaine de Chevalier?"
"Actually," she purred, brushing her tits against the bristly surface of his chest, "I'd rather work up a thirst before making my selection." She thought in agony how best to accomplish that.
He grinned. "My name's Gary."
Sex oozed from her simpering pout as she indicated his groin. "And what's your buddy's name? Duke?"
"If you'd care for a personal introduction, I'm sure it could be arranged."
Thrilled by his arrogance, she slowly removed her sunglasses and showed him her blue eyes. "I might be persuaded," she sassed. "And my name is Roxanne."
As simple as that, they began walking toward his condo. Roxanne made no pretensions about her enthusiasm to have sex; after all, they were at a resort where that sort of thing was commonplace. She rather liked his frank approach. It was evident from the start he was as much a victim of the erotic atmosphere as she. The sun, sand and smell of the ocean instigated a horniness she couldn't begin to explain. The need for explanation was nonexistent. Roxanne pursued her basic instinct with adrenaline-pumping eagerness. She wanted to be alone with this man and have him fuck the dreariness from her life. It was fortune to find such a prize on her first day here.
Deliberately, she found herself rolling her ass cheeks with scintillating motion, advertising the treat he would soon have. Her tits bobbed deliciously as she walked, with her nipples threatening to bounce out of confinement.
Without question, Gary was intrigued with her seductive style. His dick twitched inside his Speedos, primed for heavy duty action. If those little buns she was fanning at him were indicative of the performance she was prepared to render, he wasn't about to show her a shred of mercy. Roxanne Plenty was going to receive a brain-numbing fuck the-likes of which she never had. He would have to try to separate himself from it in order to gain maximum satisfaction. This session was about to stand on record as her best ever.
Roxanne didn't waste time after entering his condo. They were just inside the door when she stopped him with a caress to his arm. Gary stood before her, welcoming her grope. She smoothed her fingers across the stiff bulge of his crotch, rolling over its solid mass with a resounding purr. "Mmmmmmm. What have we here?"
"Why don't you check it out?" he muttered softly, leaning toward her. It didn't surprise him that she had her hands on him first. A horny woman enjoyed the acting of physically acquainting herself with a man. Her fingertips dispensed velvety joy. He had to restrain himself from groaning too much-it felt that good.
Roxanne surmised from his stance that she was elected the aggressor. She reveled in that role. Some men liked to take charge, leading her through a series of positions that ultimately brought them fulfillment. Gary seemed open to suggestion. She appreciated a flexible man-as long as he provided what was needed in bed.
She hooked the rim of Speedos and lowered them until the tip of his cock emerged. The sight of excited male flesh aroused her. As she pulled it further down its length, she was jarred by its size. Gary certainly looked big, from the shape of his dick, but seeing it uncovered established her hunch. The arresting vision of ten and a half inches beckoned to her. It was all hers, to enjoy as she wished.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewed in jest, "that thing looks nasty."
He took satisfaction in her visual delight. "I've been told its a pleasant agony. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Roxanne recaptured her composure. The shaft jutting in her direction was too irresistible to ignore. The bulbous head was begging to be sucked, the stretched skin yearning to be encompassed in moisture. She thought dreamily of how she could quickly make it juicy with saliva-every inflated section. "There's not much I can't handle."
Gary shrugged, inviting her to come near. "Then suck away, baby. Suck me."
Roxanne dropped to her knees in an effort to overcome the lump of excitement that formed in her throat. She didn't bother removing his Speedos, but merely dragged them halfway down his hairy thighs. Without preliminary, she traced her poised tongue along the bloated head and its pinkish rim. Hot air was exhaled onto his balls. A dribble of saliva escaped and cascaded down the long stretch of rigidity. A second later, Gary's hand patted the top of her head, ready to give assistance in locating the inflamed points. His opening was tickled by the tip of her tongue. She tasted an errant drop of cum emitted during the height of arousal. His satisfied grunt assured her she was definitely on the right track as she began coating him with drool.
"Come on, baby," he gasped. "Suck it. Put it in your mouth. Rub me with your lips. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." He applied gentle, then forceful pressure on her head as her mouth teased him.
Roxanne wasn't willing to follow his heated instruction just yet. Prolonging the moment she would enclose his shaft was part of the thrill. Feeling his agitation build until that took place was incredibly exhilarating. Surely he understood a mouth never felt sweeter on his dick until he reached an intolerable point. If she simply gave into his urge, the satisfaction wouldn't be nearly as lasting. Gary would soon learn how adept her oral skills were. She had yet to meet a man who didn't value the talent of her hot, sucking lips.
In response, she flicked at the underside of his shaft and traced the heavy vein with a butterfly technique that made him shudder. She could plainly see his cock growing larger from her efforts. With lustful precision, she returned to the tip with a pleasure-giving slurp.
Gary gasped at the lips that pecked at the top of his dick, wanting them to descend over him in one continuous swallow. Roxanne's sexy spittle frustrated him. Her drool sizzled upon contact. He wanted more of his cock to get wet. He barely fought off the urge to seize the back of her head and shove it down her throat. He resented being teased, having grown accustomed to receiving exactly what he wanted. Remaining steadfast in position, she nibbled his head while the rest of him ached for dramatic consumption. God-he wanted nothing more than to be totally engulfed by those delectable lips, until they reached the base of his cock. For a second, he wondered if she was afraid sof choking. Admittedly, he was enormous; length, however, shouldn't be an obstacle. He was quite sure he would fit nicely in her mouth. Besides, he could tell she wasn't exactly inexperienced. If she wasn't capable of taking him, then she should never have accepted the challenge. Now that she had his hormones at boiling pitch, she had to complete the task.
"Come on, baby," he mentioned between clenched teeth, "swallow it. Show me how much you can take."
Roxanne recognized the urgency in his tone. That served as confirmation. Sliding her hands over his ass and firmly cupping them, she parted her lips and took all she could. His cock went into her anxious mouth with an abandoned thrust. She caught the pronounced throb of his shaft as every bit of his dick was made juicy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, enjoying this tasty part of him. She moved slowly up and down his cock, devouring it with a flourish. Her lips traveled in a flow of saliva, trailed by sweet friction. Inch upon inch engaged her throat structure. Never once did she relent in her bid to take him whole.
"Oh, Jesus," he grunted, ill-equipped for this change in routine. From her manner, he had prepared himself for several more moments of licking; he hadn't expected to be completely covered by her mouth. His fingers slipped through her abundance of blonde hair, pulling her fast to his rigid thing. For a second, he almost lost control. The impulse to shoot in her mouth overruled him, yet he managed to place it in check. If she was to obtain maximum benefit, his orgasm would have to be delayed as long as possible. He searched for the stamina to meet the constriction of her lips and not explode. He steadily drove through her face, finally recognizing his return of power. "Yeah, baby. Do it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Let me touch those tonsils. Bring those lips down to my balls."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne massaged his cock with her lips. Bubbles of saliva streamed down his shaft, only to be captured by her weaving tongue. She elicited groans of pleasure from him as she worked him with her mouth. His back slammed to the wall in reply to the force she exerted. Sucking noises echoed. The sounds she made increased his gratification. There was no way to halt the craving to suck his dick. Attaching herself to something so big and alive spurred her. Now that she was away from the spying public, she was free to pursue her darkest desires. Roxanne Plenty was on her own time-and bent on enjoying every second of it.
She released his ass and circled his balls. They were compact, filled with cum. She sucked harder on Gary, hungry for it. Her mouth watered for those hot squirts that were sure to happen when Gary couldn't handle another minute of her cock-wringing technique.
For a split second, Gary almost forgot he was inside the mouth of self-righteous advice columnist. He sweltered within the confines of her cock-pleasuring lips. It took considerable effort to clear his mind of all fragmentation to recall her culpability. He glared down at the blonde head bobbing between his legs, eating his dick. His pulse jumped, watching her absorb every bit of him. Once again, he entertained thoughts of jamming it down her throat, but curbed them. He had decided he was going to create an illusion that would last the length of her visit. He was going to become Roxanne Plenty's fantasy in the flesh.
"You like it, don't you?" he muttered. "You like putting your mouth all over it. Yeah. I can see how much. Ahhhhhh. Keep doing that. More. Suck it good. Suck my cock. Keep it wet. Blow me."
Roxanne made ever louder noises as she mouthed him. She scooped up his balls with a sweet caress, then brought her lips to the heavy stem of his cock. The amount she took was definitely too much, but she looked beyond any discomfort to finish the job. Gary's hoarse breathing more than compensated. When the back of his head thudded against the wall and he trembled, she was convinced she was in control.
Gary clamped her head and began feeding her his cock in a frantic swing of his hips. His balls rocked toward her chin. He buried himself in Roxanne's face, oblivious to all but the receptacle she supplied. Her resulting squeals were interpreted positively. She received all of him without complaint. White-hot desire snared him, driving him forward. At first, he couldn't remember feeling any sort of friction as he buried himself into that warm, wet void, but as he fucked it for several moments, Roxanne began to respond with some semblance of sucking. Eventually, he experienced the pull of her lips and sweep of her tongue. He couldn't help but avail himself to this opening and the oral pleasure it furnished. His groin bounced off her lips as he smacked into them again and again.
"Yeah, let me fuck your face, baby," he groaned, stuffing himself between the lips molded to his cock. "Let me fuck it. Ahhhhhhhhhh. I've got to fuck that mouth. Gotta go deep-"
Christ, he couldn't believe the head he was getting. It was indescribable. Deep, lusty groans emerged from the bottom of his throat. He plunged into her face, deriving intense satisfaction. Roxanne Plenty went down on him like a seasoned professional. His balls were aching for relief. Once again, he found himself fighting the urge to shoot, given the seductive rhythm she effected. His coolness was deserting him. The stimulation was high-octane. He couldn't permit himself to cum-not so quickly. He didn't want his calculated endeavors to end prematurely in her mouth.
"Are you going to swallow it, baby?" he gasped in a feverish sweat. "You want to taste my cum? I'll bet you do. Keep going and you'll have a whole lot. Work it up from my balls. Work it up with those lips. Yeah. Suck me harder, faster. You know it'll be good. I've got so much to give you. So much-"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Gary's fingers tightened around her head as he shoved his cock into that sweet opening. He watched the disappearance of his dick through a haze of dripping sweat and blazing heat. Roxanne visibly enjoyed swallowing him. It was as though she had denied herself this delicacy for an eternity, and planned to catch up with what she had missed.
Roxanne could tell Gary was about to cum. She usually sensed when a man was at the verge of orgasm. The quickness of breath, the deeper groans, the intense shaking and the pool of sweat all contributed to this conclusion. She sucked harder on him, willing him to cum. She wanted him to explode in her mouth. Her lips worked him in a frenzy. Her hand curved around his balls, encouraging him to finish.
"Mmmmmmm," she sobbed, letting her spit ooze down his excited cock. Instead of making an attempt to reclaim it, she let it trickle to his balls. As the drifting globs hit their target, he elicited a choking sound.
Gary tried to maintain his study of her ecstasy-ridden features, but was overcome by the fury of Roxanne's mouth. He balled his fists and slammed them against the wall as the concentration it vented upon him caused him to erupt.
"Arrrgghhhhhhhhhh," he howled, shooting into her mouth. "Uggghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhhh!"
Even as he flooded her cheeks with cum, Roxanne's sucking didn't weaken. She continued to milk him with her lips, drawing the hot goo from his cumhole after the several gushings. Gary gave her a delicious treat. Though she gulped most of it, some spilled along the corner of her lips and dribbled down her chin. She wasn't about to disengage herself to attend to the mess-not until she was sure she got the last of his ooze.
"Jesus," Gary muttered, slumping against the wall. He could barely stand another second. His knees were about to buckle after that mind-blowing discharge. Not by the wildest stretch of the imagination could anyone guess a celebrated columnist like Roxanne Plenty gave blow jobs like that. A few moments after Roxanne detached herself from his semi-hard dick, he slid down the wall until he was face to face with those fuck-me blue eyes. His long, hairy thighs surrounded her knelt figure. "Whew. That was some suck."
She smiled at him, making no attempt to wipe her mouth. Sighing, she appeared ready for more. "Don't tell me you're wiped out."
"Not by a long shot." He grasped her shoulders and dragged her to her feet. Although she had temporarily disarmed him, he was by no means rendered useless. He still possessed most of his energy, and rebounded. With a flick of his thumbs, he made her nipples pop out of the bikini top. Those appetizing nuggets were ripe for sucking. He placed his mouth over them and used his tongue to effect.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Roxanne sobbed, feeling the wind get knocked out of her. Bursts of joy overtook her. She wasn't quite prepared for the raw enjoyment it provided. Gary succeeded in rocking her very foundation. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhh. Suck them. Suck those tits."
Gary helped himself to both. They were twin globes of soft perfection, begging for attention. He mouthed them generously, making furious contact. He puckered and sucked and licked them to her contentment. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
A flurry of tingles assaulted her. She moaned, pleased with the stimulation his sucking afforded her. Cupping his head, she ran her fingers through his thick dark blond hair. "Ohhhh. Yes. I like that very much. Suck harder. Gently scrape them with your teeth. You're making them stiff. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne's nipples were not the only things getting stiff, Gary thought, as his cock swelled to full size. He was ready to give her pussy some much needed action. He kicked his Speedos off, then threw his legs out. "Come sit on me, baby," he said in a hoarse voice, filled with urgency. "Let's give your pussy something it hasn't had in a long time.
"What makes you think I haven't had it lately?" she asked, lightheaded.
"I can tell."
Once again, Roxanne was drawn to his insolence. He was exactly the kind of man she regularly blasted in her column-but the one she loved to fucked. Mmmmmmmmm. She was definitely going to enjoy her stay at Ecstasy Isle.
She pulled back the section of her bikini that covered her pussy. After spending ten nonstop minutes on his cock, she had gotten sopping wet. Having warm male flesh in her mouth-particularly in a throbbing state-generally had that effect on her. Relatively little stimulation was required in making herself moist for penetration at this point. Getting her tits sucked helped, but touching a cock with her lips got her there faster.
Roxanne stuck a turgid finger into a cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes, I haven't felt something nice and hard inside here for weeks." Very slowly she withdrew it. "Look how juicy I am."
He pulled her onto his lap. Her shapely ass sweetly slid into position. "Your wait has ended. Here comes the real thing-the way you always dreamed."
As he inserted the plump head into her pussy, she rolled her tongue along the rim of her lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You're getting me so fucking horny. I hope you last a lot longer this time, baby. I'm going to ride you like never before."
"That's what I'm expecting." He seized her shoulders and pushed her down on it. "What you had moments ago was warm-up. This is the main event."
Roxanne moaned as Gary's cock slid through her tight pussy. He pressed firmly through the hot clutch of muscle, forcing her inner walls to widen as more and more of himself was introduced. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Is that thing big! Oh, yeah, let's make it fit." She helped, plowing down with her snatch. His rigid dick felt good. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Her mouth dropped open. She grabbed him by the biceps and stroked him with her nails. She wanted to watch it go in, but was overwhelmed by the amount of stimulation. Her eyes automatically shut; when they opened, they flickered, then rolled up in her sockets. "Oh, my God. Ohhhh."
Gary couldn't fake it; Roxanne's pussy was incredible. He was caught up in that moist enclosure, feeling it cling to him like a second skin. "Oh, yeah. Cover me with those juicy lips, baby. Slide that pussy right over my cock."
Roxanne's vision blurred as she settled onto that heavy shaft. It was undeniable pleasure, being situated on a real man. She couldn't hide her excitement; even minimizing it to retain her authority was totally impossible. She let that cock dig deep into her snatch, prying her apart. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. It was abundantly satisfying. When his balls grazed the insides of her thighs, she knew she finally reached bottom. His dick was completely embedded, high in her pussy. She was fully crammed. "Oh, God-what a rush."
"Too much for you?" he asked, as sweat trickled from his brow.
Roxanne was never one to admit defeat. Even at the height of sexual excitement, she refused. She matched his confident expression with a teasing smile. "Not a chance."
Gary watched as she dove into it with wild abandon. Her hips moved lamely, then gathered speed as she stroked his stiff cock. He gasped as she squeezed it through her clenched pussy, making him slick with her ample juice. She seemed game for the challenge of handling what he gave her. He fucked back, fighting against all that female energy, shoving himself in to the hilt. "Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck me. Go for it, baby. Take it all into that warm pussy. Yeah. Take me deep."
Roxanne took it quite seriously as she rose and dropped onto him. She swung her tits at his chest, tempting him with her erect nipples. She dared him to touch them as they swelled in his direction. Manipulating that solid mass with her taut cunt lips produced more juice. She oozed over that hard thing until it became slippery. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. I don't want this to stop. I want hours of this." The sensation of being filled by a man left her breathless. She anchored herself firmly in position, catching the sight of his shaft jamming its way into her snatch. She felt his balls slap her ass as she intensified her rhythm. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She loved sitting on a big dick.
Gary slid his thighs up until they brushed the curve of Roxanne's back. He circled her waist with his hands, then shoved himself high into her pussy. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. He was gratified by her frenzied response. Although Roxanne cried out upon impact, he noticed how her pussy rushed back to him with its squishy embrace. Ahhhhhhhhhh.
He peered into her blue eyes and noted she had distanced herself from everything but her individual pleasure. He was smug in his ability to provide her something that perhaps couldn't be duplicated. Sure, there were studs out there, but none that matched his skill. He was confident in his ability to win her over.
And then, quite naturally, he would dump her.
His old hostility manifested itself. He thrust inside her again and again. Let her receive satisfaction from his cunt-pleasing strokes. Let her orgasm be as explosive as the one she gave him. Before her vacation was through, she would invariably form an attachment to him that would never be reciprocated.
Gary sat back with a thin film of perspiration covering his face as he watched her take pleasure. He delighted in her soft whimpers as her pussy milked him. Though it might have been acceptable to continue letting her fuck him, he gave her some powerized thrusts of his own.
He finally took advantage of those nipples. Enclosing each bud between his fingers, he gave them an arousing pinch. His tweak was welcomed by a gratified moan. Roxanne tossed her hair over her shoulder, then arched her back. Her tits were held high as she rode him. She bore down on him, ramming her snatch to capacity with that bone-solid cock; even when she pulled away until only his nectar-drenched head was submerged, she immediately came back for more with a resounding plunge and delighted squeal.
"Give it to me," she sobbed. "Give it to me hard! Don't hold back! I want you as stiff as possible-as far as you'll go!" Sweat flicked off her nipples, sprinkling onto his expanding chest. Her eyes had that sex-glazed, vacant look. She was clearly conscious of little more than her own pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yeah. More. Fuck me hard, baby. Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Roxanne took a moment to observe him in the throes of ecstasy. She viewed his fiery response after her moist pussy smacked the base of his cock several times. His staying power pleased her. Men of lesser prowess would have quickly shot inside of her undergoing the punishing blows of her pussy. Few could handle the heightened levels of excitement for extended periods. His dick pumped her, bouncing against her walls of resistance.
Her tits pitched in each direction, glistening with sweat, above his chest. She gathered them up and wrung the moisture from her rock-hard nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." Without missing a beat, she hurled herself over him. Their flesh made a wet thud upon impact. The bristly texture of his matting scratched her excited nubs as she worked them through the coarse mesh. Eventually, she met his soaked skin. Gary let out a searing cry.
"Jesus," he muttered as she raked those swollen nuggets back and forth over his heated surface. He enclosed her ass cheeks, attempting to steady the wild force mounted on his lap. Roxanne did not relent in her unrestrained thrusts. It was as though she were intent on milking him of cum. "Oh, Jesus-"
"Yeah, baby," she moaned, slithering against him, sending her hot breath over his face. That, accompanied by the delicious feeling of being squeezed deeply inside her pussy, brought him closer to orgasm than he wanted to be. He quickly revised his plan, knowing she could make him cum at whim.
Gripping her by the shoulders, he launched into some intense fucking. He concentrated on her expression and the frenzied motion with which he worked his cock. After lunging into that cunt for several uninterrupted seconds, he sensed her compliance. She no longer seemed able to focus on making him cum.
"Yeah," he muttered, burying himself deep between her legs. "Yeah, baby. Here. Feel it. Feel it fuck you."
Roxanne detected a lack of control as she gave over to his expert fucking. In the past, she was able to separate herself from the waves of pleasure, but Gary's style overwhelmed her. She was really enjoying it, opening herself up to that battering cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Those rough, even strokes took command of her senses. She had no choice but to spasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out as that last, joyful thrust hit its mark. She compressed her pussy to his manly bulk, riddled with contractions. "Ohhhhhhh! I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming-"
"Yeah," he groaned, shoving himself through her quivering flesh. "Yeah. Cum for me. Let me feel you cum around my hard dick. Yeah."
She stared into his eyes, wanting to capture the expression of power over her. He seemed to be proud to have gotten her off. "Cum in me," she murmured. "Please. Cum in me.. .wow."
Gary rolled her onto her back so he could have complete control. Roxanne had no energy left with which to complain, breathlessly submitting to his preference. He launched into ceaseless pumping, making their groins slap as he fed her his orgasm-hungry cock. His balls whacked her as he sank through her juicy cunt lips.
"Oh, yes," Roxanne sobbed as he ground against her clit, affording her acute satisfaction. "Cum in my pussy. Please hurry. I want you to cum. I want it so much."
Gary saw the urgency in her complexion as he fought to put out the fiery itch between his legs. Their flesh slammed together in wanton confirmation of their lust. He liked seeing her beg for it. This would only be the beginning. She could come to him every night, searching for the kind of pleasure only he could provide. His grip on her tightened. Her slippery flesh was almost impossible to grab, yet he managed.
He aimed for her furthest recesses with each stab of his cock. "Yeah, baby. Here it comes. I've got more for you."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Uggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhh. Uggghhhhhhhh!"
She saw his features screw up a second before he emptied the last of his jism into her pussy. Wrapping her arms around him, she soothed him as he discharged. "Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes, baby. Cum in me."
Slowly, Gary disengaged himself, dragging air into his lungs. Sweat poured heavily from his body. Roxanne massaged herself, smiling. The enjoyment he gave her was immeasurable, the afterglow was so lasting.
It took only a moment for him to recover. "How about that drink? We can step down to the bar?"
Her lips curved. "I'd like that."
He placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed it. "I hope we'll see more of each other while we're here."
"If you'd like." Roxanne had no intention of letting someone this good slip away that easily. She still planned on seeing a few other studs during her vacation, but Gary would be her "chocolate" when she was in the mood for a treat.
Gary suppressed his smile of contentment. Of course, they would see each other. From this point forward, he would see their relationship intensify.. .until he brought it to an abrupt end.