Chapter 5
Henrietta Grimes had never been satisfied with any of the young men her niece, Diane, dated. Since being entrusted with the care of bringing her up after Diane's parents died, Henrietta clashed with her high-spirited charge. Diane defied her every step of the way. Henrietta attributed her rebellious nature to the inheritance she would eventually gain upon her twenty-first birthday. Diane's parents bequeathed her an enormous sum of money-an amount Henrietta deemed unreasonable. In her estimation, Diane had failed to demonstrate she was a responsible individual. Her choice of friends left nothing to be desired. Their taste in dress, music and food smacked of inferior judgment.
The saving grace had been her parents' wish that Henrietta direct her trust until Diane was of competent age. One codicil in particular clearly stated that if at twenty-one Diane failed to illustrate reliability, the sum reserved for her benefit would continue under Henrietta's direction until she was thirty years old.
Needless to say, the friction between aunt and niece was almost choking at times.
When Diane received an invitation to the birthday of a family friend, Henrietta balked at the thought of her boyfriend, Sammy, taking her.
"I will not have you embarrass our good name by entering a respectable home like the Andersons' with that reprobate," Henrietta declared.
"What's wrong with Sammy?" Diane snapped.
"He has no concept of good manners. The moment you bring him here, he's grazing our refrigerator without asking permission, helping himself to bottles from my wine rack before he's given clearance, and leaving a general mess. His table manners are atrocious, too. He leaves food all around his plate. I'm repulsed by him."
Diane waved her hand. "Sammy's a nice guy."
"You will attend the party with someone else," her aunt commanded. "Do I make myself clear?"
"But if I can't go with Sammy, then I'd rather not bother," Diane complained.
"You must. Your presence has been requested by the Andersons, as well as other family members who have been invited." Henrietta, realizing her edict had been harsh, softened. "I'm aware this puts you in a bit of a spot. Sammy has been your regular boyfriend for some time. You may not have the opportunity to choose someone to take his place. Therefore, I've taken on the burden of selecting you an escort."
"An escort?" Diane made a face. "I don't think so."
"It'll be perfectly fine. I have information on a service that supplies men for just an occasion. They cater to elite circles, such as ourselves. I'm sure they wouldn't have received my call if we weren't in the desired tax bracket."
Diane repeatedly shook her head. "I will not go to some party with a guy like that. He'll probably check himself out in the mirror every chance he gets."
"I'm told that won't happen."
"Do you believe everything they tell you? God, Aunt Henrietta? Do you deliberately find ways to make me miserable?"
"I do not take pleasure in tormenting you, Diane. I have accepted total accountability for you and will execute that responsibility as I see fit. Your invitation to Lisa's party is an obligation. The Andersons have been good friends for many years; to spurn them with your hostility would be unforgivable."
In the end, Diane relented. She was afraid the guy they would send her would be so narcissistic that the night would be spent in loneliness.
She realized Sammy wasn't the ideal candidate for a high brow party like the Andersons. She supposed she was grateful for her aunt to arrange an escort, but she hated having people dictate the manner in which she should do things. Henrietta enjoyed taking control of her life. Some of the choices foisted upon her were very resented-like taking classes in modern dance and classical music. Henrietta never had children of her own and had illusions of grandeur on their range of tastes.
Diane abided by her rule. When she turned twenty-one, which was in two years, she planned on collecting her money and moving into more suitable quarters. She would bid her aunt farewell and lead a lifestyle more of her own choosing. If her aunt thought she was pampered and spoiled while living with her, Henrietta would go into cardiac arrest after she saw what would occur while Diane was on her own.
Confident the entire party-and her date-were going to be a write-off, Diane numbly went through the motions. She dressed her slim, sexy body in a short, tight dress that brought emphasis to her tiny waist and nice ass. Diane whipped her long, red hair from one shoulder to the other and pouted with full, sensual lips. She determined that even if her date was oblivious to her physical charms, other guys at the party might be more intent.
She had promised Henrietta she would go to the party with the escort she selected; she did not, however, commit to staying with him should greener pastures be available. Diane giggled at her ingenuity and awaited the arrival of her date from Companions Unlimited, the agency Henrietta described to her.
When the doorbell rang, Diane glanced at the name written on the card: Marc Welles. Her mind couldn't begin to sketch a picture of a face with that calling. She sighed. It didn't matter. The party was going to be awful, she decided-a test of her patience. She would prove to Henrietta she could handle life in the dull lane as well.
The man who stood on the other side of her door and the mental portrait she conceived wildly differed. Wow! Diane did a double take. He was tall and fiercely handsome, with long blond hair fashioned in a pony tail. His blue eyes pierced her soul without warning. Although he wore a long-sleeved shirt, she noticed the swell of his biceps as well as the flatness of abdomen.
"Marc?" she asked, sheepishly.
He nodded, visibly delighted by her. "You must be Diane."
Henrietta stood in the foyer, studying the man she had hired as her niece's chaperon. She wasn't crazy about the length of his hair, but she had to admit that was the sole wrinkle in an otherwise impeccable package. Young men of Diane's age tended to grow their hair in the same manner, but it was the person's character she closely watched. His clothes appeared to be of high quality, and his shoes were of select leather. The gold Rolex that adorned his wrist was another pleasant touch.
"I'm Henrietta Grimes," she introduced herself, clasping the young man's hand. "I trust you have transportation at your disposal."
"Companions Unlimited furnishes us with limos," Marc explained in a cordial tone. "Your niece will be driven to her party in style."
Henrietta nodded. "Well, my dear, I hope you enjoy yourself. Please give the Andersons my best."
Diane barely heard her aunt. She gazed at Marc with dreamy eyes. He was a definite improvement over Sammy. She couldn't believe her patronizing aunt would pull Marc out of her bag of tricks. He had a sexiness she couldn't define.
Diane declined the champagne that was offered, as well as the hors d'oeuvres. She was much too elated to think about indulging herself in anything beyond staring at Marc. God, was he studly! An impulse to run her hands all over him was barely squelched.
Marc stretched his long, muscled legs in front of him, and leaned on his elbow. The look he gave her was common to those she often received. Sex was definitely on his mind. He gave her prolonged study. "You know, I've gone to dozens of parties with women, but without a doubt, you're one of the nicest to look at."
Diane smiled. "I could easily return the compliment." She sighed. "I wished we didn't have to go to this stupid party. I can think of a great many other things I'd rather do."
"Oh?"
She giggled. "I guess there's time for that, later." She was confident he would make a pass at her. An electrical current went through her every time they locked gazes. Eye contact was strong, certain.
Her recent discovery of face to face, belly-slapping fun precipitated strong, sapping orgasms. Diane felt warm and jittery down in her pussy. Fucking was an experience she gained from Sammy. He had a talent for it, too. Sammy brought her to orgasm without even trying. A few hammering thrusts and she was halfway to heaven. He didn't have the largest cock she'd ever seen, but he used it effectively.
She wondered what Marc was built like. His slacks revealed a shapeless mass at his crotch, adding to his mystery. What attracted her most was his underlying assurance. Marc gave the impression he was thoroughly in his element. Diane imagined he rarely groped for the correct word or hesitated at a ripe moment.
In the end, Diane lost courage. She didn't want word to filter back to her aunt that she behaved outrageously. She wasn't positive her escort would keep his mouth shut, nor was she keen on an interrogation from Henrietta.
The Andersons were pleased to see her show up with Marc. Heads craned to inspect the handsome young man with whom Diane arrived. She heard the spirited flap, most of it within earshot.
"Wasn't she going out with that revolting boy? I don't believe I remember his name."
"I'm surprised. She's showing better taste these days."
"I guess our Diane is growing up."
Lisa Anderson, for whom the party was thrown, sidled up to Diane. "How did you get so lucky?"
Marc had gone to replenish their empty soda glasses. Diane, unwilling to reveal the manner in which she came across her escort, shrugged and said, "We met at school. Isn't he a dream?"
"I'll say," Lisa sighed. "Are you two serious?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I wouldn't mind dating him, too."
Diane suppressed her giggle. If Lisa knew about Companions Unlimited, she could easily realize that fantasy. "Why don't you slip him your phone number? I'm sure he'd be glad to give you a call."
Lisa looked stunned. "You honestly think so."
"Sure."
Diane had known Lisa since they were ten. They had gone through puberty together and shared many secrets, but never boyfriends. For Diane to even suggest such a thing took their relationship to another level. New confidences could then be exchanged.
Lisa wasn't the voluptuous tart Diane was. Pretty but small, with pert tits and fashionably slim legs, Lisa looked destined to be an outstanding housewife who donated generously of her time to her offspring. Diane couldn't picture her as a sensual creature. Whether or not Marc would extend his services to her was not something she could easily imagine.
Throughout the party, Diane could not take her eyes off Marc. Even while other people drew her into their conversation, she kept possessive watch on him. She could feel waves of desire building through her lust-starved body. The longer she stared, the more she wanted him.
When the lights dimmed and the Anderson home filled with dance music, Diane readily went to him. The urge to brush against that hunky body of his was much too vast to resist. She floated into his arms and intermittently bumped him with her tits. Marc didn't weather well under those erotic conditions. He, too, responded. Diane could feel his crotch swell beneath the teasing clash of her mound.
"Sure getting warm in here," she murmured.
"Why don't we step outside for some air?" he suggested.
Diane could scarcely wait. Their departure was almost secret. The Anderson home was flanked by a grove of fruit trees which provided an excellent cover. They slithered into its wonderful darkness, hand in hand.
Diane's heart pounded brutally. She urgently wanted to fling herself at her date, but kept waiting for him to make the first move. She sincerely hoped her aunt would not learn of her conduct; Henrietta would not accept her behavior with a shrug, but use it as indisputable proof that her trust should wait until she was of a more responsible age.
The thought of his arms circling her, his lips nibbling at the nape of her throat and his crotch pressing against her generated a hot quiver. At the moment, she was quite susceptible. The urge to fuck him was overwhelming. Her pussy tightened by instinct. A warm, oozing moisture engulfed her.
"I'm so glad we stepped out for a minute. The night is lovely," she murmured, attempting to derail the hot commotion racing in her body, "don't you agree?"
"It's kind of sexy, I think." He came up to her and stroked her back. His fingertips scorched her senses. "I like the grove. Its rows of shadows puts me in that kind of mood."
With him being closer, Diane saw the outline of his cock through his pants. The moonlight furnished her some of the answers she sought. A desire to stroke that enticing shape and observe its reaching full extension manifested itself. The heavy pulsations between her legs continued.
In her mind, she saw herself reclining on the grass and spreading herself open to him. His hand slid over her sex-hungry flesh, awakening each cell during travel. More of her juices seeped from her loins as he wove over her swollen tits to taunt the aching nipples. Those luscious pebbles welcomed his manly touch, setting off electrical currents that coursed through her body and issued one large charge to her starved snatch. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She would permit him to remove her panties and gaze at her naked pussy. Fierce need would rule his expression. The bulb of his cock would emerge from his fly.
"Are you cold?" he asked, interrupting her unraveling fantasy as she trembled beneath his probing touch.
"No," she murmured.
As his fondling intensified, she returned to her titillating vision. She felt that wresting sensation between his stiff cock and her pussy. She would push her hips in an effort to assist him. It stole her breath to consider that measure. She saw herself clinging to him, her thighs wrapped secure to his waist, her chin burrowing into his shoulder as pleasure shot through her body. He would ride her writhing torment for several moments before it ebbed, replaced by insatiable hunger. She couldn't help thinking this would lead to unparalleled ecstasy. To be filled by him and work toward bliss with him was her secret wish.
"I suppose we ought to go back in," she murmured. "We've been gone long enough."
"We don't have to go anywhere," he mentioned huskily. "Not if you don't want to."
She was excited by his virile tone of voice. He looked very desirable in the moonlight. Adrenaline surged through her body as she studied him in that intimate glow. "Oh?"
His erection was several inches from her hand. She ached to clasp it, skin on skin, and experience its wild beat. The temptation almost defeated her.
Marc sensed her detachedness. That clouded look in her eyes punctured his confidence. His cock twitched feverishly inside his pants. He was so horny, he shook. He wanted to seize her hand and place it over his dick so she would have a clue of how great it would be.
He could feel the acceleration of her breath, her heartbeat, her excitement. Diane was an open book, her responses easily read.
He clamped her shoulder and pulled her toward him. In the process, her soft tits were made available to his solid chest. Her supple flesh molded to his muscular frame in sweet surrender. His mouth covered her lips, opening them with his tongue. She moaned as he thrilled her with his limber tip, offering shy reciprocation. The bulge of his cock made an agonizing impression against her groin. She wriggled feverishly to him, particularly when he enclosed her ass cheek with his hand and closed the distance between them.
"Ohhhhhhhhh." Sobs of joy emerged from her throat. Diane shivered as he caressed her. She was soaking with desire, smashing her crotch over that jutting shape in his pants. Her clit pressed to its rigid girth and sent a flood of ecstasy that resulted in damp panties. "Ohhhhhh. Oh, God-"
Marc recognized the speed with which she could be seduced. He did not feel, however, that he could get into her pussy fast enough. That hot, churning sensation in the pit of his balls drove him forward. He released Diane's butt cheeks from his frenzied grip, then slid his hand into the front of her panties.
His search through the soft tangle of curls was like electric shocks to her system. Diane couldn't believe she permitted him the freedom to grope her in such a fashion. She wasn't usually that easy, nor did she simply pursue erotic whim without some deliberation. Her entire mound was in his hand, being squeezed and tantalized for encouragement. A sharp slap or well-placed kick would bring him to heel, but she didn't wish to abort his efforts. He cupped her pussy so gently, rotating the flat of his palm over that juicy pink opening, that she couldn't summon the resolve to stop him.
"Oh, Marc," she whimpered, nearly collapsing as his ministrations took effect. He stroked her cunt, sliding the tips of his fingers along her juice-rich crevice without attempting complete insertion. His thumb found her clit and grazed it. She shuddered as he intensified her arousal. Rubbing that inflamed dot deepened her breath. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. If his hard body wasn't positioned in front of her, she would have surely tumbled to the grass.
In the heat of her delirium, she reached inside his pants. Her finger hooked the elastic rim to bare the length of his shaft. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She could not mentally process its size. How could he expect her to fit such a thing into her cunt? He would split her in half! Even though she tried to hold back, the void between her legs craved to be filled. Her fingers circled around his cock, encountering its throb. She thumbed the bulbous head, coercing groans from Marc. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip after several seconds of fondling. She felt her own self get increasingly wet, knowing she had brought his equipment to such a tremendous swell. As nature intended, she was getting lubricated for the next, breathtaking step.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "You're really big."
"Can you handle me, baby?"
She choked with passion. "I don't know. My boyfriend isn't anywhere near that. Ohhhhhhhh."
To expedite her complete surrender, he sank his finger into her cunt. Hot, juicy tissue surrounded it, punctuated by a broken gasp from Diane. He ran his digit in and out of her sluiced pussy, igniting a blaze he hoped couldn't be smothered by anything except orgasm.
"Does it feel good, baby?" he whispered.
"Yes."
"Does it make you feel hot, wiggling through your pussy? Are you tingling with pleasure."
"Oh, yes, yes."
"Think about how much sweeter my cock would feel instead of my finger. Its so much larger, and would give you greater pleasure, sliding through your cunt."
"Are you going to tell anybody about this?" she whispered.
"Not a chance."
"I can't risk having my aunt know what happened here."
"It'll be okay. I won't tell."
Diane's fingers became more compact around his cock. A second drop of cum escaped from his bloated head, indicating his arousal reached an alarming peak. He was afraid he'd lose it in her hand if he waited much long.
With smooth persuasion, Marc guided their molded forms to the carpet of grass. His finger maintained its presence in her soaked snatch. His dick throbbed around her enclosed fingers, threatening to explode. He willed himself to override that impulse. His eruption would occur in her cunt, after he worked himself into her hot pussy.
Diane remained under his spell, obediently following his unspoken instruction. Her blouse was unbutton until her tits spilled out at him. He gazed at the bulging nipples, then treated himself to a quick suck. He scooped them in his hands, bringing them to his mouth, thrilling to their billowy texture. Her flesh was warm and inviting as he pursued it with his lips. He left bubbles of saliva around each nub. Mmmmmmmmmm. His tongue curled and snapped at those swollen nuggets, prompting their heightened growth.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Diane sighed, cradling his head. "Oh, yes, Marc. More. Suck them."
Her tits swelled in his skillful grasp. He cupped the wealth of pillowy softness, plying them with urgent pressure. Diane responded heatedly, tugging at his electrified cock. The blood surged through his inflamed member, straining the skin of his dick.
Jesus! He ached to be inside her pussy and rid himself of the load churning in his balls.
Diane was in the throes of excitation. Her cunt had gotten incredibly squishy against his massaging fingertips. Masturbating was the only method previously used to bring herself to orgasm; having a man's hand trained over that area, prickling her senses was a thousand times better. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Layer after layer of resistance was scaled. Diane had learned to be tense when anticipating joy. She never thought submitting could be so sweet. Marc wasn't forcing her to surrender; he liberated the spirit that would carry her actions forward. She was grateful he executed her seduction in a pleasurable manner. She didn't feel rushed or induced, but rather inclined to move in the desired direction.
She opened her legs to him. His fingertips sizzled against her pussy. She trembled as he rubbed her pink flesh. Her juices oozed at his swirling touch.
"I want to do you, baby," he muttered in her ear. "I want to cream in your pussy."
Her clit vibrated from manipulation. His expert fingers caused her to expand and contract. Palpitations mounted from within. She stroked his cock faster, summoning the courage to bring the enlarged head to her cunt lips. The urge to push him into her tight pussy rang true.
"Yes," she sighed. "I want it, too. I want to feel you go into me. I want to feel you buried between my legs." Her fist worked him into a frenzy, sliding up and down his length. "Oh, Marc, I want you to do whatever you want to me."
Marc trembled, then dipped his head.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," moaned Diane as Marc's tongue slithered into the drenched cove between her legs. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, undulating, with her knees hooked over his shoulders. Her hair thrashed the blades of grass in response to his oral expertise. Her luscious features were a study of ecstasy. "Oh, Marc, please, don't stop. Don't-"
His saliva washed against her burning clit, mixing her saline secretions with his own. He traced his fluttering tip along the smooth surface, initially with playful strokes, then with more pressure and frequency. His thumbs, pinning back her juicy cunt lips, rotated to afford her greater stimulation. After subjecting her to several moments of this heavenly torment, he inserted his finger into her pussy and pumped it. Her sharp gasp, followed by notable quivering, gave him a raging hard-on. He barely fought off the urge to stop eating her and climb onto her inflamed body. His dick ached for enclosure in all that succulent anxiety. Penetration would be sweet.
"Mmmmmm, suck me, baby," she whimpered. "Suck my pussy. Lick it hard, lap those juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Drink them. Eat my cunt."
Marc, at the ready, delivered a slew of oral maneuvering Diane hadn't experienced. He sucked her pussy with total enthusiasm, cleaning the sodden patch of all moisture. Girl goo oozed from her crevice, instantly dispatched by her circling tongue. He fed ravenously, gulping her tasty nectar. He luxuriated over her swollen clit, tormenting it with lingering strokes, vibrating it with his tip, coercing it to graduated levels of bliss.
Diane reacted to the consistent flow of attention. She slammed her head, then clutched at the trunk of a nearby tree for support. Elevating her hips, she brought her pussy repeatedly to his mouth, looking for more of his imagine tricks. She watched his desire-filled expression as he descended upon her pussy, his head bobbing animatedly as he took mouthfuls of cunt. After staring at his gluttonous activity through her parted legs for several minutes, Diane's eyes closed and her mouth dropped to emit a high-pitched sob.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God, don't stop. Keep doing that. More. Yeah. More."
Having brought her to the brink of excitement wasn't enough for Marc. He knew he had to get her completely wet before he dared fuck her. Her pussy had to be extremely moist to swallow him whole. Even if she could handle its hardness, his length might pose a problem. In order for every bit of his cock to fit inside her, she had to be thoroughly excited.
Diane didn't seem the least worried about arriving at that juncture. She continued to cry out with wanton abandon as he slurped her pussy. "Jesus, you're fantastic. Ohhhhhhh, faster, harder. Suck it, eat my cunt. Lick those juices. Fuck me with that tongue. Nibble on my clit. Ohhhhhhhhh. It feels so good. Yeah."
Marc buried his face between her legs, availing himself to all she had to give. Her ass cheeks smacked the ground as she took advantage of his appetite. Her fingernails continued to scratch his flesh, then pounced on his head and combed through his hair. Her loins seared with an unstoppable blaze, her clit scorched by his hot licks. She tightened her legs around his head, wrapping them securely about his face to ensure uninterrupted gorging. Sweat dribbled from her tits, flinging off her nipples as she writhed.
"Jesus, you're going to make me cum," she rambled. "I'm going to cream all over your face-"
Marc's mind clicked several frames in advance. He anticipated the sensation of his cock sliding into her pussy, getting wet from her juices. He thought about how incredible it would feel to be immersed in cunt.
Diane's whole being shook. Her legs clung tenaciously to his head, her contorted features reflecting joy. "Oh, my God, I'm cumming, cumming-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Marc murmured, gulping her female excitement.
She wrung the last of her cunt drippings before slumping back. Lamely, she disengaged herself from his shoulders, moaning. Her body, still shuddering with orgasm, grew numb.
Marc didn't spare a moment. He let her legs drop as he kneeled between them. He was primed for his grand entrance. His dick stood straight up, engorged and ready for action. Slipping cunt-moistened fingers around his shaft and stroking himself several times in preparation, he regarded the set of ass cheeks at his disposal. Oh, yeah-this was going to be good!
Diane, breathing deeply with eyes closed, was vaguely aware he awaited reciprocation. Her hand fluttered to her brow, brushing away the film of collected perspiration.
"Come on, babe," he murmured as he gripped her buttocks, marveling as their smooth texture. "Let's fuck."
Diane felt his large hands enclose her and shivered. She couldn't believe he exhausted her. Every cell of her body hummed from those powerful contractions. If he had licked her a second longer, she would have lost her sanity.
Marc wasn't keen on spending several more moments anticipating her complete recovery. His cock was painfully swollen, longing to be covered by her hot, juicy cunt. Aggressively, he altered her position, easing her onto her stomach. The tempting arrangement of buns lurked a mere few inches from his towering shaft. He propped them up, steering his cock in direct line with the rear entrance of her pussy.
Diane's face was smothered in the grass, oblivious to the world. Marc took satisfaction in having worn her out with his cunt-lapping. Giving his dick a final caress, he brought the engorged crown to her moist opening and pushed. Inch after solid inch began to fill her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oh, God. You're big."
He grinned. "Sure, I'm big, but you can handle it."
"Oh, yeah. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Deeper. More. Oh, baby, that's what I call a real cock."
Marc gasped as he was smothered in her wet orifice. The skin of his dick tingled upon contact. "Oh, Christ. Oh, baby, let me get in there fast-" He dragged her to him, unable to hold back. Urgency gripped him as he was exposed to her silken heat. He had to bury his big thing as quickly as possible.
Diane cried out as he burrowed into her snatch. Involuntarily, she tightened with excitement. Her pussy grabbed him, leading that pulsating bulk into its furthest recesses. Her knees dug into the ground as he pushed more of himself into her wet opening. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, Marc. Oh, my
God-"
Marc slammed himself to her trembling ass cheeks, fitting the last of his cock into her cozy snatch. "Yeah."
Diane's lips curved after a beat. Marc's far-reaching dimensions occupied her to the fullest. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby, that feels good. Yeah. Fuck me."
With a resounding thrust to punctuate his enjoyment, Marc grunted. The slapping of his balls on her butt were like love pats. He reached around her, scooping those tits in his hands, and let the heat from her nipples regulate his strokes. He rammed into her, again and again, intensifying their lustful union. He noticed, with utter satisfaction, how Diane's pussy came right back at him, fucking with equal enthusiasm. He had succeeded in getting her so hot, she couldn't exclude any of the giveaway signs: her squealish breathing, her quivering, and the wet smacks of her pussy as he slammed his groin to it.
He pulled back to watch his dick disappear into that fabulously slick hole. The friction was incredible. He had to really work his cock to get that throbbing mass into her juicy network of compression. Her ample moisture gave him passage to her deepest pocket.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
"Want me to stop?"
"You'd better not." Her nails sank into the bark of the tree before her. "Ohhhhhhhh. There's no way you're pulling out of me now. I want us to finish. That big dick is right where it belongs." Her voice trailed off, then she let out a prolonged sob. "Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me, Marc. Ram me hard. Feels so good. So good-"
"Clamp me with those sweet muscles," he muttered. "Squeeze my dick. Enjoy the motion-"
He pumped her with his rock-hard thing, rejoicing in the incredible sensations that were caused. Her slippery walls bound themselves to his thick shaft, unearthing a guttural sound from the pit of his throat. He grasped her hips and shoved all he could into that hot enclosure. Her answering moans informed him of the pleasure she took in his actions.
Diane couldn't speak while his cock plunged into her tingling saturation. Unintelligible cries spouted from her lips as she absorbed him. Supported by her elbows, she was spiraling downward as the impact of his thrust induced her to succumb.
Marc studied her heart-shaped ass cheeks, then eagerly fed them what he had to give. He relished the delicious constriction of her pussy on his cock. He steadily sent it through that juicy pink ring, deriving its shivering benefit. "You want that cock, don't you, baby? You want my ten inches fucking your brains out. Ahhhhhhhhh. You're pretty tight." She shifted about as he jammed himself whole. No amount of squirming could prevent him from impaling her to the hilt. She seemed to be opened wider to receive his entire cock.
After several uninterrupted moments of pumping, all that could be heard beyond their sharp gasps and wet sounds was the music from the house drifting out to them. The party was in full swing, serving as backdrop to their fierce coupling. Nothing could be said that might heighten their enjoyment.
Marc varied his strokes. Though blood surged through his groin and kept him exceedingly stiff, he found no need to hurry in reaching orgasm. The act of filling a woman was almost sufficiently pleasurable. Of course, when Diane moaned in a certain way, or her pussy grabbed him differently, his routine changed. "You like it, doggie-style? like having me stick it in you from this angle?"
From behind that mass of strewn hair came, "Yeah. I love it. Fuck me with that hard cock. Fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck my pussy. Ohhhhhh."
Her face turned, revealing her thorough enjoyment. Her glazed eyes told him she might have gotten off a few times without his knowledge.
Footsteps through the grass gradually were heard. Branches were pushed aside and after a moment, a deep masculine voice spoke.
"I thought I heard something," the handsome chauffeur, who had driven them to the party, mentioned.
Diane made no attempt to cover herself. Not even the remotest feeling of embarrassment occurred as he scrutinized them. She was far too stimulated to let his intrusion bother her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."
"Were you getting tired of waiting for us, Pete?" Marc asked in a choked voice.
"It was getting a bit lonely behind the wheel," he admitted after receiving another eyeful of pumping.
Pete gazed at Diane, whose arousal was total. He saw those big tits swinging as Marc continued to pound her while they conversed. Her luscious expression stirred him.
Marc shrugged, then picked Diane up, molding her writhing form to his chest. "How'd you like to suck his cock?"
Diane opened her eyes, then smiled. "Sure."
"Good girl." Marc gave her a soul-searing kiss that had their mouths locked and tongues busy for several moments. He stroked her stiff nipples, too, enhancing her generous mood. When their lips parted, he felt an eagerness on her part to give his buddy head.
Pete had his pants pulled over his hips and his stiff cock pointed in her face by the time Marc lowered Diane back to her elbows. She shivered in anticipation. His shaft was thick, long and anxious to be eaten if its throbbing state was any indication.
Diane had never been with two men at once. The prospect thrilled her. There was something deliciously forbidden about receiving two cocks. She shivered in anticipation.
Pete cupped the back of her head. "Do you like it?"
Diane opened her mouth and took his cockhead between her lips. "Mmmmmmmmm." She circled it with her tongue, then began to increase consumption.
Pete watched as his dick disappeared in a torrent of hot breath and tingling saliva. When her lips reached his heavy stem, he arched his back and gasped. "Jesus. Oh, baby, suck my thing. Take me whole."
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured, rolling her lips back and forth in a hot suck. "Mmmmmm."
Marc pumped Diane harder as he studied her oral movements. He almost wished he'd had his chance in her mouth first so he could relate to the sensations running through Pete's body. He was, however, buried in her cunt, and in that he felt fortunate. Diane was a great fuck. "Suck him off, baby. Get your mouth all over that dick. Make him cum. Blow him. Yeah. Suck him until he cums in your mouth."
Diane operated her skills in a daze. Having two men at once was the ultimate fantasy. One dick pushing into her snatch, the other occupying her mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. She welcomed both of them into her body, taking delight in every second of communication. When it came to men, Diane could not get enough. The call of pleasure beckoned.
Her nipples were swollen, begging to be pinched. Intuitively, Marc did so without reservation. His hands availed themselves to the billowy globes, thrilling to their tantalizing softness.
"Fuck her face, man," Marc ordered, growing feverish over the puckering noises Diane made on Pete's cock. "Put it down her throat. She can handle it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
Beads of sweat began to form on Pete's forehead. The last thing he expected was to get blown upon walking into a feverish situation. He never usually intruded on one of the escorts while they were busy servicing a woman. Finding them linked wasn't by design. The feeling of being sucked on by such a gorgeous girl overwhelmed him. He tried peering down at those perfectly etched features as they reached for him, encompassing his cock in a pool of warmth and moisture, urging him to spew. Jesus! He slipped his fingers through the abundance of hair and rocked himself to that willing mouth. Diane's lips massaged him so sweetly, he knew he required only a few more seconds before he would shoot a big load.
"Suck it," he groaned, forgetting Marc was a couple feet away on the other side of this girl, giving her pussy ten inches of serious business. "Suck my dick, baby. Eat it. Swallow me. Oh, yeah. More. Suck."
Diane obeyed. She almost swooned from the thickness of Marc's cock as it ground against her agitated clit. The constant conflict of the two surfaces heated her loins. Dick was coming at her from every direction, it seemed. Stimulation abounded. Marc proceeded to caress her nipples, spurring her onward. The insides of her pussy were stroked to perfection. Her mouth was full of hard, thriving cock. All aspects served her well. She was so close to cumming, she didn't think this goodness would last another five minutes. She worked faster to bring all forces to a satisfying conclusion.
Marc was groaning from behind. "I'm ready to pop, baby. Think you can finish Pete with your mouth?"
Diane panted as his hands swam over her intoxicated flesh. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
Marc, perspiring heavily from the session, felt the clamor of orgasm settling upon him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, unable to answer.
From Diane's increased breathing and thrashing, Marc was cognizant her saturation level had arrived. Her sluiced pussy was so drenched that when his hammering cock nailed her, he felt like he was embedded in squish. He pumped her hard and fast, giving her everything he had. "Come on, baby. Come on. I'm so close. So-uggghhhhh! Uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhh!"
The strength of Marc's climax made him hoarse. He exploded inside her pussy, barely conscious of the spurts he fed her. His brain went numb with his body. He completely forgot Diane was sucking on his buddy and in a flight of abandon, clutched her tits and raised her up against his chest. Her back was massaged by his abundance of hair.
Marc's orgasm coincided with Pete's. The fact he didn't have Diane's mouth to collect his jism didn't matter. He splashed over her exposed tits, cum splattering her nipples. "Uggggghhhhhh! Arrrggghhhhh!"
Diane came twice, one orgasm triggering another. It wasn't enough to convulse wrapped in Marc's arms with his dick twitching inside her pussy. Her contractions were powerful, making her so weak that if those steel-like bands hadn't enclosed her, she would have fallen flat on her face.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she whimpered, shaking. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! I'm cumming!"
Afterward, Diane was giddy with joy. Both men had endowed her with an experience she never thought she'd have.
"Does this happen much?" she asked.
"We don't plan on it," Marc mentioned. "But we do concentrate on giving our customers a good time."
"Mmmmmmmmmm. In that, you succeeded." She smiled. "All I want to know is how I can be a regular customer. I think you guys have spoiled me.. . "