Chapter 3

The ambiance of the Bare Butt Bar was exactly what Roxanne Plenty craved after a long day spent on the hot beach. A cool refreshment was definitely in order. She entered the smoked-engulfed lounge in another provocative bikini that was little more than strings and sparse material to cover the essentials. The high heel sandals she wore accented her excellent calves.

Gazing at those gathering around the bar, she wondered if there wasn't a man around to satisfy her thirst. The performance Gary Fisher rendered the other day would be difficult to top. Her pussy ached long after their session was complete. She was tempted to give him a call, but stopped herself. That last thing Roxanne wanted was to form an attachment to a single man. If she learned anything in her existence as an advice gossip columnist, it was to never give up one's independence. Unless, for example, the man pledged a firm commitment (which few rarely did), it was unwise to place all of your eggs in one basket. She received the impression that he wanted her to stroke his ego and babble about how superior he was than any other man she'd had. True, Gary was exceptional, but divulging that would tip the scales in his favor. Roxanne was not without her own ego. She might be a healthy, sex-starved woman, but she wasn't stupid.

She perched herself on one of the stools and ordered herself a glass of wine. While waiting, she glimpsed a man who was massaging the ass cheeks of a woman seated several feet away. Roxanne's lips curved when she noted the woman was minus her bikini bottoms. Why wouldn't anyone indulge themselves in a place boasting such an name? The woman receiving physical attention wasn't the least bothered about it happening in public. She permitted the man with roving hands to squeeze and fondle her naked rump to his satisfaction while nursing her drink. Roxanne acknowledged that she had a nice ass, the cheeks deliciously formed. It brought to mind a secret desire to have sex with a woman. She had thought long and hard about introducing that element into her life. Although Roxanne fancied men, she had tendencies toward women. A partner couldn't merely be someone of acquaintance, she determined, but a virtual stranger.

Coming to Ecstasy Isle would hopefully provide her with that experience. She certainly didn't want knowledge of any encounter to come under fire of her adoring public. The woman she shared her first sexual adventure had to be totally discreet.

"Hi," murmured a familiar voice from behind. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Roxanne did not have to turn around to know it was Gary Fisher. She repressed her smile and attempted to be cool. "I just ordered one."

As the bartender arrived with her wine, Gary tossed him a bill. "Got you covered."

She raised the glass to her lips without stating her thanks, and let her eyes drift over to the bare-assed woman getting fondled from behind. "I wonder if she's interested enough to know who's doing that?"

Gary shrugged, then sipped a beer he transported with him. "Maybe she's hoping he'll go away."

"I doubt it," Roxanne resolved. "I think she wants him."

"What makes you think that?"

She smiled mysteriously. "Let's just say recognizing certain behaviors is my specialty."

"Oh?" He nuzzled his face in her blonde mass of hair for a moment. His nose affectionately touched her head. "Are you some kind of psychiatrist?"

Roxanne let out a laugh. "To some stretch of the imagination."

"You seem to like giving advice."

Her eyes narrowed. Did Gary know of her background? She couldn't recall disclosing any specific details that would have him arriving at that conclusion. "What makes you say that?"

Gary took another gulp of his beer. "Just popped into my head."

His naive expression let him off the hook. Roxanne was about to reach for her drink when she heard soft whimpering sounds. Immediately, she turned to the bare-assed woman on the stool and was somewhat shocked to see her visitor from behind had smashed himself to her. A closer inspection revealed that he was pushing his stiff cock into her anus. Part of him had already been submerged, but there was more left to go in. The man's arms were locked about her, holding her passionately. The woman, though excited, did not seem as though she wished to draw attention. Perhaps getting fucked in the ass at a bar was a secret fantasy this man had uncovered, and she yearned to have it fulfilled.

Around her, people milled about with drinks in hand. Many were oblivious to her activities, while some watched, commented, and went on to other things. A quick check of the group filling the tables in the lounge revealed similar animation. One girl elected to remove her bikini top as well as bottom for the viewing pleasure of two studs on the opposite side of a booth. A couple feverishly fondled one another in a corner. A fluffy mass of red curls bobbed up and down between the legs of a man who was sans Speedos.

Roxanne attempted to inject humor in her surroundings. "They must put something in the water."

"I think we ought to go to my room."

"Oh?" she played innocent, "for anything in particular?"

Gary set his large hand on her tanned thigh. Upon contact, desire fueled her veins. She felt a searing, molten sensation churning from the pit of her stomach, prompting a flurry of chills. "Would you care for a detailed write up?"

Roxanne pushed her glass aside and stood on unsteady legs. A strong quiver overtook her. A reminder of their adrenaline-pumping adventure manifested itself. Her earlier decision not to make it so easy for him was quickly abandoned. Gary had a powerful effect on her, whether she wished to acknowledge it or not. "A brief synopsis will do."

"Besides, I've got a surprise for you."

"Oh?" she murmured. "Are you sure it isn't something I've already had."

He grinned. "Not a chance."

"Then what might it be?"

"You'll have to come to my room and find out.. . "

"Oh, Christ," Gary gasped, upon his back as his entire cock vanished into Roxanne's accommodating mouth. Her lips trembled as their received every bit of him. "Oh, baby. Yeah. All of it. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

Roxanne had taken it out of his shorts without any assistance. Her hands were all over him the second they entered his room. During their walk there, they frequently stopped to embrace. Gary's expert tongue vibrating against hers charged her with excitement. She remembered how powerfully he made her cum using it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. They flung themselves onto the bed just seconds before her mouth descended upon him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she sobbed, massaging him with her saliva-rich lips. His fully swollen cock responded with noticeable pulsations as she traveled its length. Bubbly spit escaped the corner of her mouth, only to be recaptured by its next sweep. "Ohhhhhhhhh."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned, following her oral movements between his spread legs. "It was waiting for that hot pair of lips. It wanted you so bad. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Get it all wet with your mouth. Suck on it. Yeah, suck my dick." His exhaled sharply between clenched teeth, urging her forward. "Put it all the way down. Yeah. Blow me."

Roxanne obeyed his command. Although she vowed not to get involved with the same man so soon after their last encounter, Gary was too delicious to resist. She set aside her reservations and dove into the session undividedly. She sucked him until she tasted drops of pre-cum. Mmmmmmmmm. She could scarcely wait for his full amount. Hopefully, it would be a copious eruption. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She gnashed that warm, throbbing mass with her lips, rolling over its slick surface. His dick was completely covered with spit. She went down on him without stopping until his balls were lodged against her tight vacuum. She felt a hot quivering in his body that informed her insanity was about to claim him. How much more of this treatment he would take was questionable. Gary showed signs of quickly surrendering what she sought, then found the means to last a while longer. She put a suck on him that should have ended his will to persist, yet he challenged her.

His balls were included in her encompassing licks. Lamely she rubbed the underside of them with her fingertips, then picked each up for a wet, slobbering kiss. She rotated her tip against the taut flesh and hair follicles, oozing spit that was eventually dispatched with a lush sweep. Dabs of saliva were again administered to intensify his arousal, until she finally took each of his balls in her mouth for a vibrating suck. Her combinations of licks, sucking and lip-massaging threatened his oxygen supply.

"Christ," Gary gulped, woozy from her oral delivery. Ahhhhhhhhhh. She kept his dick nice and wet. He appreciated every moment spent in her vacuuming orifice. "Come on, baby, suck me," he groaned, taking possession of her head and guiding each wanton descent. "Suck my dick. Eat it. Fill your mouth and throat with that sucker. Make your lips tight around it. Yeah. Suck it hard. Yeah. Oh, yeah-"

He watched his rigid shaft depart beyond those clenched lips, then trembled as suction and moisture enclosed him. He thrust into her mouth, seeing her for go it. Sucking on his big thing didn't pose much demand on her. Roxanne seemed quite willing to take anything he cared to give her.

Jesus! That warm, wonderful feeling of being consumed by a ravenous mouth was one upon which Gary thrived. His former wife, Joanna, didn't care much for giving head. She professed it made her gag and refused him. If Gary hadn't sought it from others, he would have never known that level of pleasure. He loved the carefully executed licks combined with being sucked whole. Observing its complete disappearance between the lips of an eager participant was a shivering treat.

Roxanne was bent on sucking on him long enough to furnish him an exciting foundation to an evening in bed. Having him explode in her mouth wasn't her intent. She planned on sitting on his engorged cock at the right moment. His first eruption would be in her pussy.

Without warning, she released his dick from her mouth. Webs of spit clung from her sensual lips to his bulbous head. She noted an involuntary quiver as those bubbly globs streamed down his cock. "Hey, what's my surprise?"

Gary didn't lose his cool. That mouth might not be circling him, but realization of what he would soon have came to the forefront. "Have you ever been a spinner?"

"A.. .what?"

He gestured to a Taiwan basket elevated by ropes and a pulley perched above his bed. She hadn't really noticed it when they arrived, engrossed with lust, but now that he mentioned it, she had thought it odd. The large hole at the bottom of the basket drew her curiosity.

Without explanation, she made the connection to its purpose. "I've never done anything like that in my life."

"It's incredibly pleasurable," he said. "Want to try?"

She touched it gingerly. Upon contact, it began to turn. "I'm not so sure I should."

Gary reached for her sopping mound and squeezed. She squished between his fingers. "If this is any indication, I think you've already decided."

Swirls of excitement coursed through her. Gary had the ability to predetermine her responses. Her gears of passion were sufficiently lubricated and her pussy was churning wildly. She stroked his juicy cock fondly, perceiving its enthusiasm for her to submit. His strong throb eroded her reluctance. Gazing at him, she saw his boyish fervor along with his expanding chest. Something profound inside her forbade her from disappointing him. At her nod of consent, he smiled with delight.

"I hope I don't get too dizzy," she mentioned, climbing into the contraption. "I have a tendency to get motion sickness."

"Not with my cock in you," he assured. "When I start pumping you, that will be your last worry. You won't known which direction you're being spun."

Roxanne shook with anticipation. She loved a man with a fanatical desire to dictate the order of things in bed. Although she wasn't prone to admit it, Gary's aggressive attitude was deliriously received. She ultimately understood that with him, her gratification came before his.

Gary adjusted the height at which the basket would hang above him, secured the rope, then stretched across the bed on his back. His dick stood straight up, contemplating the wet constriction of Roxanne's pussy. Ruminating about how fabulous having his cock up her snatch through that hole while the basket revolved prompted some heavy pulsations.

Her sumptuous ass was bared through the webbing. Her stunning legs were draped over the sides. As she leaned over, those plump tits and erect nipples hovered from above. Her ravishing face held a look of readiness. She was, to say the least, a tempting package.

What seized his concentration, however, was the sight of those pink, juicy cunt lips at the bottom of the basket. They were prepared to envelop his stiff cock, then rotate about its beating surface.

Gary picked up the basket, then holding his cock, steered himself into Roxanne's cunt. He studied her expression as he inserted himself. She never seemed fully prepared. The soft, drawn out sigh and the bitten lower lip were customary. Fucking their brains out the other night didn't equip her to receive him without breathless acknowledgement.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as he penetrated her. She couldn't suppress the sob of joy at being impaled. "Oh, yes. Ohhhhhh, Gary-"

Her chin went up, her lips widening, her tits swelling-all at once. She seemed to completely open to admit every bit of his excited cock. "Slide it into my pussy. Yes. Oh, Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

"It'll be fucking you in a way you never imagined," he promised. "Enjoy what it's doing to you now, then compare it to how great it is when grinding in your snatch."

Roxanne clutched the ropes. She longed to throw her entire body over him, feel real skin and muscle shift anxiously beneath her. She wanted to squeeze his hips with her thighs, drag her nipples across that forest of hair on his chest, and stroke those furry forearms. Being in the basket precluded complete communication; only her pussy was attached to him. Their groins united in the wake of delicious agony. She pushed down to claim every inch of his full extension. Ohhhhhh! His cock was buried deep in her snatch.

A tremendous pressure inside her cunt took form. She became increasingly aware of it as she willed her muscles to clamp him. All that hardness was crammed in the confines of her moist tissue. She could scarcely talk, housing his thick member.

The room swayed from this viewpoint. She fought back the rush of panic. Motion sickness had been her sole weakness. She didn't want it spoiling this hot encounter.

He readied the basket for propelling. "Are you ready, baby? Ready to take a spin."

Roxanne took a large, cleansing breath before answering. "Yes. Spin me."

Gary started slow. The room moved around her at a leisurely pace. She closed her eyes and emptied her mind to all but the pleasure of his hard dick turning in her cunt. Ohhhhhhhhh. She felt after a few revolutions that she had memorized the specific arch of his cock. Ohhhhhhhh. Her pussy lips twisted about the heavy stem, lubricating as they went. The sides served to dampen him.

"Oh, God," Roxanne whimpered, shivering as her clit coasted over the slick, tumid surface. Her long blonde hair whipped over her shoulders, sailing through the air. "Ooooh, yes! Yes! More! Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Gary maintained a steady hand on the basket, conscious of her visible response. Rotation was gradual, yet persistent. His cock, stiff as a bone, served as an axis on which her entire body turned. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. For him, the pleasure was high-octane. Roxanne's juicy cunt squeezed and slid all around him. He was surrounded by walls of sweet compression. "You like the way it feels, baby? Isn't it the best?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, God-"

There was no need for verbal encouragement. Gary thoroughly enjoyed her succulent gyrations. His dick sizzled in her cunt, catching every conceivable angle, every arousing curve. With her pussy coiled securely about him, there was no question of the satisfaction it afforded.

"Yeah. Let's swing that pussy around my dick. Ahhhhhhhh."

Roxanne thrilled to the circular movement. Her dread of growing ill over its direction dissolved. As she turned on him, his cock lodged further in her cunt. The solid feel of bone agitated her channel, making her seep with passion. His dick became all the more wet on which to spin.

Merely revolving around him wasn't enough. Roxanne craved more intensity. She grasped the ropes that suspended the basket and humped him. Her cunt slid up and down his cock, just as it turned with equal stamina. She didn't hold back. Her pussy slammed down on it, covering all that it could. "Fuck me, Gary. Fuck and spin me. Drive it high into my snatch. Ohhhhhhh. Feed it to me through the hole. Yeah.Yeah. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard! Give it all you've got!"

Gary submitted to her, glad to see her volatile response. He worked his hips, meeting her hunger in her pussy. In and out he slid, gratifying her with an occasional slam. He pushed through that juicy network of cunt issue, deriving pleasure from both directions. "Yeah. Fuck it. Fuck yourself with it. Ahhhhhh. Let me into that pussy!"

Roxanne's hair resembled a thrashing whip from below. When her tits came around, he could see the sweat pouring down them. Droplets fell from her rock-hard nipples. Her features were contorted with ecstasy as she fucked him. Urgency fueled her veins. She was completely out of control.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sobbed, pounding him with saturated flesh. Her clit pulsated against his ramming cock. She came again and again, without effort. Her contractions happened suddenly, leading her from one orgasm to the next. "I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming! Cumming-"

Gary felt the iron-fisted grip of her snatch on his dick. He found it difficult to propel the basket much longer. The urge to cum ruled his body and mind. He thrust up into her convulsing flesh several more times before gushing. His head pressed into the pillow, along with the balls of his feet. He fucked through that slippery cunt another minute, then discharged. "Aaarrgghhhh! Yes! Yes! Oh, sweet baby, yes! Uggghhhhhhh! Ugghhhhhhhhh!"

Roxanne experienced the hot, gooey collection in her cunt. Her lips curved as he emptied himself into her receptive snatch. Gary's labored breathing heightened her arousal and satisfaction. They both achieved undeniable ecstasy.

She slumped in the basket, dizzy with pleasure. It was going to take more than several moments to recover. Gary's surprise had indeed been a treat. Although she was somewhat displeased with herself for being with him again so soon, she couldn't help finding him wildly exciting. She was in danger of growing fond of him. Roxanne realized that would be a serious mistake for her. She had never allowed herself to become attached to a single man, and resolved it would never happen-no matter what her body told her.