Chapter 1
The name plaque beside the apartment door was upside down as was the name it bore: Rita Norman. Guy Cambridge rang the bell and a moment later the door opened to reveal Rita, a petite blonde with an impishly beautiful face. A towel hung around her neck, draping over the firm spheres of her breasts, just covering the nipples. The zipper of her tennis shorts was opened, revealing the top of her golden pubic thatch.
"Yes?" she smiled without concern for the exposure of her full tits, trim waist and pert belly, long legs and soft tufts of cunt hair.
"Is Christine here?" he asked, warming to the rise and fall of her lush, lightly tanned breasts. His cock hardened.
"My name's Rita," she said, her eyes slowly rising from the hard mound pressing out against his slacks.
"Your roommate then?" he smiled, noting the way the light gleamed in the gold coils of her snatch. His prick throbbed hotly.
"No, I live here quite alone and my name's Rita," she said, her voice a warm purr.
"Damn, I must've gotten the wrong address," he frowned. "Though that could be argued," he smirked, his eyes dropping along the lush curves of her body.
"Would you like to use the phone or something?" she asked, stepping back to hold the door open for him.
"Thanks," he nodded, watching as the towel swung to the side to expose the edge of one pink nipple.
He moved across to the phone, wondering how obvious his erection was. She moved to a small bar as he dialed and raised two glasses. He nodded with a smile and she poured. The second glass overflowed slightly.
"Shit," she muttered and pulled the towel from her neck to dry the top of the bar.
He swallowed at the sudden uncovering of her tits. They were perfect spheres without the slightest sag and her indented nipples sat atop fat little aureoles of the palest pink. His cock pressed out against his slacks, the shaft a long mound, the edge of the head clearly lined against the cloth. She smiled at the bulge as she lifted the glasses.
Having rung his own number, there was no answer. He shrugged, hung up and took the offered glass. They both took a drink and he feasted his eyes on the perfection of her large tits and the pout of her belly above the golden curls.
"You can wait here if you'd like to try calling again," she said, brushing her hair back from her face. "I was about to take a shower, so if you'll excuse me?" she said, putting down her glass.
"Of course," he nodded with a smile.
She turned and moved through the open doorway to her bedroom. Guy moistened his lips, watching her saucy ass swing beneath the thin fabric of her shorts. She stopped at the bathroom door and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the shorts. He took a swallow of his drink as she bent away from him, the cloth sliding off her ass, its twin cheeks full and soft. She straightened, kicking the shorts away. Her ass quivered deliciously and Guy chewed at the inside of his lip. She walked forward into the bathroom, her long legs swinging loosely, her fanny flicking from side to side. When she was out of sight, Guy turned away with a deep breath and took a large gulp of his drink.
He listened to the sound of her shower and glanced around the room. A blouse and bra lay on the couch. He lifted the bra, noting the 40-B tag and pressed one of the lace cups to his face. He inhaled the musky scent of her flesh and perfumes. His cock twitched in his slacks. He dropped the bra and glanced down at his quite evident erection.
"Say, I forgot my drink," Rita called from the shower. "Could you get it for me?"
He lifted the glass and went into her bedroom, noting the large water bed. He stepped hesitantly into the bathroom. She pulled the shower curtain partly open, holding it against the doorframe with one hand so that he could see one arm and leg. She held her hand out for the glass and accidentally lost her grip on the curtain.
"Oops," she whispered, glancing down at her exposed body. "I hope I didn't embarrass you," she said, looking up through her eyelashes seductively.
"Uh, no," he said, his eyes on the warm tan of her body, the beads of water gleaming like drops of quicksilver on her lush curves, her pink and erect nipples, her blonde bush slickened against the ripe swells of her cunt cheeks.
"I'm glad," she smiled, taking the glass from his hand to sip at it. Her eyes touched at the rod rising beneath his pants. "Say, what've you got in your pocket? Looks like it wants out," she said and leaned forward to scratch her fingertips under the head of his throbbing prick as if it were a living creature. "Won't daddy let you out to play?" she cooed to it. "Poor baby."
She straightened to take another drink, sliding her free hand over the hillocks of her tits. Guy's breath was heavy as he watched her pluck absently at one of her erect nipples.
"You look all hot and bothered," she said. "Would you like to take a shower before you try phoning again?"
His mouth dry, Guy quickly removed his shirt. In a moment he was naked, his cock standing out like a flagpole. She licked her lips and reached out to stroke its under length.
"Don't you feel better now?" she whispered to it. "Would you like a shower too? Good. I'll help you wash," she grinned and gripped it in her hand, tugging to draw Guy into the shower.
He was a more than willing prisoner being drawn into the cell of the stall. His tool was throbbing in her grip and he reached out to touch the swollen globes of her breasts, squeezing their resilience, stroking the nipples with his palms.
"Now, now," she chided softly. "I promised him a wash," she said, setting her drink down to take up a bar of soap. "Didn't I, sweetheart?" she cooed to his cock as she went to one knee before him.
She released him and worked up a hand full of suds. Putting the soap aside, she cupped her hands around his cock, letting the suds caress softly, bubbles expanding and breaking against the hypersensitive flesh of his shaft. He reached out to place his hand against the shower wall for support, feeling Bickerings of rapture beginning to build in his cock. The water beat down against his back and he leaned his head back into it.
Fingers joined and palms toward one another, her hands began to close into the position for prayer, his lathered cock between them. Pursing her full lips, she blew a stream of cool air against the lips of his prick-head, her hands just touching the sides of his shaft, her fingertips against his pubic hair. He opened his mouth, letting the water trickle over his lips, flashes of pleasure closing his eyes.
He looked down at her as she began to slide her palms over his shaft in counterpoint, her breath clearing the tip of his knob so that she could touch the point of her tongue to the minute mouth. Her hair fell around her shoulders and over the ripe swells of her tits. Kneeling on one leg, her slit was parted and he could see the moist pink of her cunt lips. He sucked air as her hands began to move faster, her pursed lips pressed against his head to suck at his lips.
"Oh, you're getting to be such a big boy," she smiled toward his cock, her hands turning to grip his shaft, one fist over the other without breaking her rhythm. "Just how long are you, king snake? Um-m," she whispered, running the fingers of one hand down under his cock, following it through to the flesh of his scrotum and under the arch of his body to massage his root "Where ever do you end?" she cooed, her fingers massaging his cock and root and then continuing on to the base of his ass.
He flattened his hand against the shower wall. His body became dizzy with ecstasy as her fingers caressed tightly along his throbbing cock and worked up between his ass cheeks to diddle against his anus. He spread his legs wide as she moved under him, sitting on her spread calves, her slit open to the water running down into it. She turned her head so she could kiss at his root, catching it lightly between her teeth, one finger coating itself with soap to return to his ass. The finger slid around his buttocks and then pressed against the puckered mouth of his anus. He stretched out his other arm, bracing himself against the walls, his eyes closed to the hot shivers she sent raging up from his cock, his root, his prostate.
Her tongue lapped warmly along his root and up between his buttocks. She kneaded his prick between thumb and fingertips. She shifted under him and her other hand began to gently fondle his balls. Her tongue pressed against his anus, squirming in and up.
With legs spread, arms out, his body was arched forward with his head back, the needle point spray washing over his face, muting the ecstasy enough to keep it bearable in its intensity. He could feel his prostate quivering in anticipation of her churning tongue. His balls felt swollen with hot, broiling come. The water streamed over his lips and into his open mouth.
Her tongue burrowed and her fingers writhed and he groaned above her, his hips undulating with the quaking flashes of rapture she was creating. She gripped the base of his root just below his ass in one hand, the top of his cock in the other and pulled in opposite directions as if trying to straighten the natural curvings, her mouth working furiously at his ass, her tongue buried deep. His prostate tremored in response and his balls pulsed and suddenly he could feel his orgasm straining for freedom, his spend broiling and raging toward his cock, flashing through his shaft to spew from the lips of its head. He gasped at the strength of his climax and swayed drunkenly above her. Her hands and mouth seemed to aid him in balancing, as his legs went limp for a moment.
Slowly, he began to regain his composure, his eyes blinking open to see his gizzum slowly oozing down the shower curtain. She moved beneath him and stood up against him, grinning mischievously.
"I hope you take good care of him," she said, pressing her body against his.
"Only the best for him," he smiled, his energy returning as she ground her tits against his chest, her slit against his softening member.
"Do you like my titties?" she asked, leaning back from the waist so he could look down at their perfection. The nipples were standing up hard.
"They're the most beautiful I've ever seen," he said with all honesty.
"I saved them for you to wash," she grinned and handed him the soap.
He worked up a lather between his palms and she took the bar back. He curved his hands, gradually moving them in to encase her tits; her nipples grew hard against his palms. Very slowly, he began to rotate his hands over the wet orbs and she purred with pleasure, holding his hips for support. Her quim twitched against the flaccid length of his prick.
Her breasts foamed with soap; he began to draw his fingers and thumbs in toward her nipples, rotating his hands back and forth. He caught the rims of her fat little aureoles in the rings of his fingers and thumbs, nurturing them. Her hands tightened on his hips; her pelvis twisted against his cock. The circles tightened and he held the rubbery extensions of her nipples, rubbing and nipping them. She moaned, her head back.
He leaned back against the shower wall, passing under the fall of the water and moved her under it. The spray pelted her lush tits, the soap streaming from them. He released one nipple and lowered his face to it He sucked it slowly, easing the whole of it between his lips, his tongue buffing the pursed tip as his lips worked the shaft in a sliding motion. She slid her hands up his back, her fingers curled to drag her nails over his flesh.
He moved his free hand down over her stomach until his fingertips entered the top of her hot slit. He found the rise of her clit and began to caress the covering flesh away, allowing the hard nub of flesh to extend. He brushed the tip of one finger over its point and she gasped ecstatically. Nuzzling her nipple between the edges of his teeth, he opened his mouth to cover her aureole. His teeth opened, leaving the pink bud to his tongue and he began to suck as much of her breast into his mouth as he could hold. His center finger pulsed against the point of her clit. He gripped the erect nub between two other fingers, lightly rolling it between them.
Letting go of her other breast, he moved his hand down her side and to her fanny, gripping one cheek to work his fingertips along the lower inside rim. His tongue lashed at her nipple, his mouth contracting around the satin soft fullness of her tit. His fingers nurtured the bloom of her clit, filling her channel with a lava-hot heat. The fingers of his other hand pressed down against the base of her slit. Her hands gripped his back tightly as she kissed at the top of his head while the water streamed over their naked flesh. His cock began to twitch back to life against her thigh and she gave a little cry of delight
Her cunt began to grip at his hand, twitching feverishly. He supported her with his arms and she leaned against his shoulder, swaying with the electric shocks of pleasure erupting in her pussy. He drew in his cheeks, tightening his grip on her tit and began to pull his face slowly away, drawing the flesh taut and pulling her tit out from her body as he gradually let it slide free of his lips. She made small animal sounds of joy deep in her throat as his mouth began to close toward the arching rise of her nipple. The tension was sending shivers of delight through her as his hands stroked and worked at her slit turning her clit into a blazing bolt
Gripping her nipple between his lip-buffered teeth, he continued to pull his face back, stretching the stiff stalk out until it snapped free. She grunted with the momentary relief of the pleasure consuming her. But just as quickly the pulsating warmth in her cunt was spreading out in a flesh fire that set her hips into a writhing and jerking life of their own.
"Your cock. I want your cock in me. Quick, before I come," she gasped, clutching for his erect prick.
He shifted and her fingers clutched at his engorged shaft, pushing his fingers away with it as she aimed it into her moist slit. He clutched her fanny with both hands, bracing her as he arched to slide his cock up into the throbbing hive of her cunt and it gripped at him hungrily as he slid in to the hilt. Her hips began to buck against his as she twisted herself on the skewer of his tool.
His one hand returned to the top of her slit and he gripped her clit again, but this time he began to rub it down against the base of his burrowing shaft. She cried out, her fingers digging into his back.
"Oh, shit! Yes, oh yes," she gasped deliriously, her words slurring into sensual babblings. Light flashed behind her closed eyelids and she was twisting and bucking against him, her cunt stuttering against his prod in an effort to impale herself. She gave a little scream and suddenly went tense. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth agape as her orgasm held at its peak. Then it burst, shaking her and she almost fainted, collapsing against him.
He lifted her up in his arms and carried her to her bed. He laid her down, then got a towel from the bathroom. Sitting beside her, he began to caress the length of her body through the towel, his hands opening and closing over the rises and falls of her flesh, paying particular attention to her breasts and cunt. He buffered the cherry rises of her nipples and eased the cloth up and down between the dewy lips of her slit until she began to murmur with pleasure.
"I think I need another drink," she whispered breathlessly.
He returned the towel to die bathroom, picking up their drinks along the way. She sat up against the pillows at the head of her bed to take a drink, the water bed shifting sensuously beneath them. His cock was beginning to thicken slightly.
"You never did complete your phone call, did you?" she asked, caressing his thigh with her free hand.
"Decided I had the right address after all," he grinned and looked down to watch her fingertips massage the head of his hardening prick.
"Me too," she smiled, setting her glass on the floor.
"You're not concerned about having to clean off your shower curtains?" he asked, running the cold bottom edge of his glass over the top of one of her erect nipples.
"I'll save it for dinner," she smiled. "How about another drink?" she asked, looking down at the glass rotating over her nipple.
He returned the glass to his lips and filled his mouth with it. A drop of moisture trickled down from her nipple, moving along the tan under curve of her tit as he put his glass on the floor. He leaned forward, touching his lips to hers and she opened her mouth. She leaned her head back and he parted his lips to share the drink, letting the scotch flow into her mouth. Her hand squeezed at his erect cock and he covered her muff, slipping his center finger into her hot slit.
She closed her lips, lolling the liquor in her mouth as he raised back up to make his fingering easier. She lowered her head toward her tits, pursing her lips and suddenly sprayed the liquor over the lush globes in a fine mist. She looked up with a mischievous smile. The clear liquid glistened on the tops of her breasts, droplets easing down her firm curves with one slowly sliding to the bottom of one nipple and quivering there for a moment before dropping to her stomach.
"I didn't want to take all your drink," she whispered, her fingers working the flesh of his cock up and down.
He smiled at her for a moment, his fingers caressing her cunt lips. Pressing his fingers up into the hot softness of her slit, he slid his thumb up under her clit, bobbing the erect nub steadily. He lowered his face to her tits and began to lick the scotch mist from them. She groaned happily and he began to flick his tongue over the full orbs, covering them until only her nipples gleamed with liquid. Opening his lips, he lowered his mouth to one nipple, breathing hotly against it and suddenly closed tight around the rubbery bud, pulling back with a hard suck. She gasped and he did the same to her other nipple.
He lifted his face to hers and they kissed feverishly. She guided his cock toward the hot opening of her cunt and he slid his fingers up to replace his thumb beneath her hard clit. The swollen knob of his cock eased between the lips of her slit, nuzzling into the humid softness and she moved her hand down to cup his balls. He slowly undulated his hips, nuzzling the velvet soft knob in the damp furls. Her tongue curled wetly with his, her fingertips pressing to either side of his root behind his balls. She ran her tongue under his, pressing her upper lip down atop it so that she could suck on it. Their breathing was deep.
She tightened her vaginal muscles and her cunt lips plucked at the head of his cock. His weight on his elbow, Guy slid his free hand up to caress her breasts, his other continuing to nurture her clit. Her back arched and her breasts thrust up against his caressing palm.
He bobbed his hips and his cock head pushed into the grip of her shifting cunt lips, only to withdraw with a pop. Again and again his cock teased her hungry cunt, giving it a taste and then removing it. She nibbled at his lips, her fingers kneading the mound of his root. His palm caressed the tips of her nipples.
Her cunny caught the head of his cock again, but he did not pull it free. Going no deeper, he sighed at the sensation of her snatch sucking at him and began to rotate his hips in a wide arc. Her tongue washed over his lips as his cock pivoted at the edge of her cunt. Her breathing was labored, her tits rising and falling beneath his hand. The wet furls caressed the hypersensitive texture of his glands and his nostrils flared at the tingling heat that ran the length of his cock.
He tightened and contracted his root and his prick twitched upward, the fat bulb working up in the scabbard of her slit. She sucked his lower lip between hers, her tongue lashing at it as her hands worked behind his balls. His head nudged her clit's cleft and the hot node slipped between the lips of his cock. They both stiffened at the surge of rapture that blazed through his shaft and up through her clit. The already erect length of her passion button extended yet farther, pushing up inside his cock as he began to pivot it again.
She groaned as the soft wetness of his tube turned around on the sizzling node of her clit. Her back arched as her head pushed back against the pillows and she cried out with a sudden orgasm that hit her like a giant wave. The water bed surged with her movement, and thrust up under her fanny to drive her clit into his cock even deeper. Her hands clutched the arch of his body, tears spilling from her eyes.
As the bed began to grow still, she began to ease out of the semiconscious shock of her orgasm. At that moment, Guy pulled back and thrust down. His cock pressed into her slit. She gave a sharp animal sound of lust and he was tilting up, his thick shaft running up inside her hot gash. The soft slickness of her cunt walls caressed his cock as he buried it within the quicksand tug of her underbelly.
He began rolling his hips, churning in the hot pudding of her slit and the water bed began rolling beneath them, pushing her hips up and down against his cock. She licked at his ear, her hands clutched his rump. He began sliding in and out of her in time to the pulsing of the bed, playing against its up-thrusts. His balls felt swollen with come, his flesh burning with a fever of arousal. He caught one of her hard nipples in his mouth, sucking hard on it. Supporting himself on his elbows, he cupped the full globes of her tits in his hands. She bit at his throat, caught up in the voluptuous tremors of her cunny.
Sweat broke out on his forehead and his shoulder muscles stood out in relief. He could feel the heat pulsing in his balls.
The bed rolled under her fanny, sending chills of joy up between her lush nether cheeks. Her snatch clung to his pumping cock and her hips thrashed. She pressed her tits into his hands, her nipple against his suckling mouth. She breathed in short gasps, feeling an orgasm mounting in the raging depths of her cunt, building to explode.
His blood pounded against his ears and his mouth opened wide against her tit. His hips trembled as they rose and fell, moving faster and faster in the tight grip of her twat. His lower hp pulled across her nipple as he gasped, feeling the restraints falling, feeling every nerve ending sizzling. His eyes pressed tightly closed against the overwhelming raptures that racked his body. His hands tightened on the sweet weights of her tits. Her hips began to stutter against his as her orgasm flared. His body arched and he threw back his head. Her hips began to buck her tight cunt around his still plunging cock. He could hear her moans mixing with his, could feel the quaking union of their groins. She screamed. His breath caught as he felt his gizzum break free somewhere within him. Her body writhed against his, the bed rolling and thrashing beneath them. His breath squeezed hoarsely from his throat and then his body locked as his spend exploded free to jet through his cock.
His mind and body fused in the volcanic release and there was only the enormous ecstasy, weightless and pure. There was only the pulsing deep within her cunt, cock and slit blurring together in their minds. There was only a perfect erotic joy and that was more than enough.