Chapter 19
Roxy woke snuggled down between Larry and Eric, and chuckled softly as she looked at them. Poor dears, they were both worn out. She crawled to the foot of the bed and dressed in the bathroom and left the house to collect a breakfast fitting for two guys who had given her their all. Several times.
She brought back fresh butter croissants, homemade strawberry preserves, three kinds of cheese, fresh fruit and a package of gourmet coffee. She knew how to make coffee without screwing it up. While the coffee was making, she laid out everything, made a phone call, then went to the bedroom and woke Larry and Eric with tender kisses and soft, roaming hands.
They polished off every morsel of the food, then went outside to lie by the pool, naked, and soak up some rays.
"Too much wine last night and too much coffee this morning," Eric said. "I'll be back in a while."
"Take your time," Roxy said, "the paper is in the living room, on the coffee table." She didn't want him to return before Carla arrived and spoil her plans.
A few minutes after Eric went inside, Carla came around the side of the house, kicked off her flats and started undressing.
"Good morning," Roxy said.
"Good morning," Carla replied. "You two look comfortable." She grabbed Larry's big toe and shook it. "Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up, you've got company."
He stirred and opened his eyes and lifted his head. "Hello, Carla. I didn't know you were here."
"I just got here, but you wouldn't have known if a tornado came through."
"I didn't get much rest last night. Did you come over to," he remembered what Roxy had said to Eric last night about meeting Carla and figured she was up to something, "use the pool?"
"Yeah, but I'm in no hurry." She sat on the end of his lounge chair, leaned over and kissed his cock, then lifted it between two fingers and shook it gently. "I think I'll play with this first, and see what comes up."
Larry looked at his wife and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"The same thing you always do, darling,"
Roxy said innocently, "but first, you'd better do it with Carla. She's got your cock in her hand, and you're in no position to argue."
"Listen to your wife," Carla said, staring at his cock, her mouth already watering for it. She gripped his shaft in her right fist and stroked it slowly. "You think you're tired, but I know how to get the most out of this."
Roxy suppressed a giggle, and Larry glared at her.
Carla put the tip of her left index finger on Larry's cock and moved it around and around slowly. "I wish I had something like this hanging around all the time so I could ride it every time I get the urge."
"You're as bad as my wife," Larry said with mock resignation. He knew he couldn't stop her, so he might as well relax and enjoy the inevitable. If Eric would come back, he could introduce them and pass Carla off to him. He was younger and recovered faster.
Carla ran the tip of her index finger slowly over the head of his cock. "Are there doctors who make cocks bigger, the way they do tits? I know a couple of guys who could use some help."
Roxy giggled, and Larry mumbled under his breath and pushed himself up on his elbows.
Carla dragged her finger along the length of his shaft and said softly, "Are you aware, Larry, darling, that I haven't ridden this magnificent thing in two days?" She ran the tip of her finger over the head of his cock again, then circled the shaft with her index finger and thumb and licked the knob.
"When you set your mind to something," Larry said, "there's no stopping either one of you."
Roxy pulled the back of her chaise up, opened her legs and slid her finger up and down her seam. "You know how it is with horny girls, darling," she said with a poker face, "you're married to one. She needs a good fuck and she wants you to do the honors, so why fight it?"
"Your wife is playing with her pussy," Carla said softly, her voice husky with passion. Just in case it was necessary, she straddled the end of the chaise, putting her pussy on display, flaunting her femininity, and sat up very straight, jutting her big tits out, and fingered her own slit. She felt her channel fill with juice, the lips of her pussy quivered, filled with blood and began to open.
Larry looked at her pussy and said, "Very well, you're welcome to try, but I don't think it will do much good. A certain nymph didn't let me go to sleep until the wee hours of the morning." No sooner than the words were out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong. He was looking at a very desirable piece of ass, and his cock knew it.
Carla knew it, too. She watched his cock thicken and rise between his thighs, and her eyes narrowed and her breathing quickened. She looked at him with doe eyes, rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips, then swallowed it, gurgling as the knob slid down her throat, enjoying the deep penetration.
He caressed her cheeks as she sucked him with great vigor, and was surprised by how quickly his cock swelled and stiffened. She fell on him and rolled him on top and her legs flew open as if they were spring-loaded.
"Fuck me, Larry! Give me a good really good fucking."
Eric came back and looked at Roxy and arched one eyebrow, and she held her finger across her lips. He shrugged and dragged a chaise close to hers and sat down and fondled her tits, and she gave him a bright smile and continued to rub her clit.
Larry's prick literally ached to get into Carla's soggy hole and feel the velvety, hot walls constrict around his shaft. Blood pounded in his loins as he knelt on the chaise between her open thighs.
Her clit was standing up, red and sensitive, her tits were swollen with desire, and her big nipples stood out like two bullets. She ran her hands over her globes, then held out her arms to him. "Come on, darling," she hissed. "Fuck my brains out!"
"There's a girl who knows what she wants," Roxy said.
Larry rubbed Carla's crotch all over, enjoying the feel of the long, soft pubic curls. "I like your long bush," he mumbled.
"Then I'll let it grow down to my knees," she hissed. "Put your cock in me, all the way in to your balls!"
Roxy fingered her clit a little faster. "You've teased her enough, darling," she said softly. "Give her your cock before she goes crazy."
Carla wrapped both fists around his cock and yanked it down, and the blunt head nosed between the puffy lips of her snatch. She jerked her ass up to make him feed her more of it, and his shaft slid in steadily, inch by inch.
She gasped and arched her back like a big cat and threw both legs up, hugging him tightly around the waist with her thighs. Her feet pointed at the sky behind his back, her stiff nipples pointed at his chest like darts and the black hair around the oval mouth of her cunt spread around his prick like a wreath.
"All the way in, darling," she murmured. "Fuck me deep and hard, rock the cradle!"
He settled into the saddle of her loins and buried his engorged cock in the hot wetness of her love tunnel, and she gripped him with her thighs and jiggled her ass.
"Just like putting your sword in a tight scabbard," she teased, flexing her strong cunt muscles and giggling when he gasped.
He gave her a couple of quick strokes, and she gasped again, louder than before.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered, "I'm going to cum!"
"Then cum, baby," he breathed, his voice ragged with pent-up emotion. "I'll fuck you until you have as many good, deep orgasms as you want." He hoped he could fulfill that promise.
"Then you'll have to fuck me for the rest of my life!" She tried to laugh. Instead, she wailed and sucked her breath in sharply as he bucked into her, sending the head of his cock to the bottom of her sheath. "Oh, darling, I love to fuck! Oh, God, how I love to fuck, and your big cock thrills me so!"
He pumped her pussy with long, steady strokes of his piston, and the sensual, lusty sounds of their copulation filled her ears like a concerto by a master musician-a master fucking musician! She stared into his eyes and moved in harmony with his powerful strokes. His cock felt like a big, pulsing plunger of hot meat that turned her insides to mush and filled her with mindless joy, and the walls of her cunt rippled around his cock like soft lips.
She started cumming and glorious spasms wracked her heaving body, tearing through her with a fierceness that nearly took her breath away, bucking so hard she nearly threw him off, but he hung on and continued to pump her pussy steadily until her passion subsided.
"Are you ready to cum, darling?"
"Yeah," he grunted, "just about."
"Finish it in my mouth, darling. I want to eat your sweet cum."
He yanked his cock out of her pussy and trundled up over her, and she grabbed him around the hips and pulled his cock into her mouth. He grunted and wiggled his ass on her tits as she imitated a Hoover and he shot his wad down her gullet.
She drained his balls, then he plopped onto his ass between her legs.
"What a splendid way to start the day," Carla said. She rolled up on her ass and kissed Larry, then spied Eric over his shoulder. She stood up on the chaise and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. "Well, hello, handsome, where did you come from?"
"Larry is always telling me that I have a golden touch," Roxy laughed as she held up her right index finger, "so I just waved my finger and he appeared."
Eric stood and Carla stepped off the chaise and walked toward him.
"What I want to know is," Carla said, "why didn't you wave your finger a long time ago?"
"Until last night, I didn't know he deserved to know you," Roxy replied. "Carla, this is Eric Spenser, Larry's friend. Eric, this is Carla Bellino, my best friend."
"Mighty friendly group," Eric laughed, openly ogling Carla's naked body. "Hello, Carla. If you're an example of Roxy's friends, I'm going to come over here a lot more often."
"Hello, Eric," Carla said, also openly ogling his naked body. "From what I can see, the welcome mat will always be out for you."
"Eric, Carla is the girl I told you about last night," Roxy said.
Carla gave Roxy a sharp look. "What did you tell him?"
"He loves big clits," Roxy replied, "and he was going on about mine, so I told him that yours is bigger."
"Oh, well, that's true, so it's okay," Carla said.
"One thing about meeting like this," Eric said, "there are no pretenses. Why is it that the girls I usually date are so uptight, and suddenly I meet two stunners who are just what I've been looking for?"
"I'm taken," Roxy laughed. "I can give you visiting privileges, but you can't have a permanent lease."
"I'm not taken," Carla said quickly, giving Eric her brightest smile.
"Wonderful," Eric said, giving her an equally bright smile, "I'd like to know you a lot better."
"What you see is what you get," Carla laughed. "Want to go home with me right now?"
Roxy also beamed brightly and said, "There's a double bed in our guest room."
Carla took Eric's hand and said, "See you later, guys."
"We'll get together for dinner," Roxy said.
Carla stopped and looked back at Roxy. "Not if you cook, and I'm not going to."
"I'll order a feast sent in," Roxy laughed. She watched them walk away, then said to Larry, "I simply adore playing matchmaker."
"I told you, you've got a golden touch," Larry said. "I think they're going to hit it off just fine."
"If I touch your cock with my golden finger, will it get hard?"
"Not for a while," he replied as he sat on the end of his chaise. "Give it a half hour or so."
"Just my luck," she grumbled. "Carla is going to have all the fun."
"You can always use that golden finger on yourself."
"Well, I guess that's better than nothing."