Chapter 1
Andrew York wanted to pinch himself.
Here he was with this gorgeous hunk of woman, alone with her at her place. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her as she sat on the edge of the couch where he was stretched out.
Sure, he was bare-assed naked and she wore only a pair of black panties. He looked at her long willowy form, those great legs, those flaring hips, that thin waist, those breasts with the virginal nipples that lied. Her face was the classic face framed by dazzling blonde hair.
He looked down at himself. He looked pretty good, he knew. In reasonable shape, heavy in the chest and flat in the belly and he was hung like a steer. That's what they'd told him in high school.
He had other things going for him. He was selling successfully for Precision Plastics, making his bundle without promising anything he couldn't deliver. And, in a little more than a month, he and Gloria would be man and wife.
They'd tried each other out often enough and now this was to be their last roll in the hay before she closed the store until their wedding day. It had better be a damned good go around....
She leaned over him and, hands under one of her generous breasts, she placed it over his face. He opened wide and the nipple popped into his waiting mouth. God, what a nipple! It was full from her passion, popped out so that the delicate flesh was distended. He pulled it inside like a greedy puppy and sucked until she was crying out, too.
"Jesus ... Andy!"
He tried to laugh, but he couldn't. He'd choke and, even though it would be a hell of a way to go, he didn't want to go just yet.
So he sucked and Gloria was going into spasms as her hip ground against his. He reached down to her waist and at once he began to shove the black pants down. They went over her hips and then her crotch, all the way to her knees and from there the tall blonde was able to lack them off.
He shoved his hands into her soft belly and then down into the stiff blonde hairs. She gasped again and grabbed handfuls of his hair as his fingers went straight to her pussy.
"Give it to me good, tiger!" she hissed. "Give it to me like you never have before. It's got to last until our wedding night"
Andy tried to nod, but her breast was pinned hard against his face. So he let his fingers do the talking. He ran them straight into her cunt, up into her as deeply as he could make them go, loving each fresh gasp of ecstasy that escaped from her full and passionate lips.
He ran his fingers into her smooth slickness, loving the moist heat of her body, feeling the walls of her cunt convulse and try to grasp at his welcome fingers. He searched until he found the tiny button and he pressed it hard.
She cried out again and he knew she was turned on as though he'd stuck her finger into a five wall socket She humped her hips against him, trying hard to fuck his hand until he felt her final shiver of pure joy. She was coming all over him, her wet heat soaking his fingers.
She came again and again, as she often did. Gloria had more than her share of passion and she had been generous with it.
At last she pulled away from him and lay back, crowding him on the couch. He smiled at her damp and panting body. "All right missy, my turn."
She slipped to the carpet and turned to face him on her knees, licking her lips with animal joy. He saw the shaking of her full breasts, the excited panting of her belly, the wild lights in her blue eyes.
"Here we go," she whispered and her head came forward over his naked crotch. He felt the whisper of her hair first as it fell across his prick. He was hard, of course, standing straight up like a baseball bat.
She pursed her lips in a sweet smile and she held the smile as her head came down. She kissed him directly on the thumping knob of his prick, right on that tender and straining flesh that couldn't wait to explode. He gasped as her tongue flicked out to rasp across the little slit in the tip of his cock.
She gave him another sweet smile and then she really leaned into her work. Her lips parted more and she sucked the throbbing knob into her mouth. She locked her lips around it and massaged it with her tongue.
Andy fought hard to keep from coming too quickly as he reached for her hanging breasts and pressed his fingers into their yielding softness. He heard her purring with extra pleasure as she wiggled her nipples between his fingers so he could scissor them to his heart's content.
As he moved his hands down her front she took more of his prick-inches more-into her mouth and he felt his knob dip into her throat Ah, that magic throat that could expand to accommodate him any time, no matter how large he might be at any given moment.
She sucked hard and Andy gasped. He was on the verge of coming. She felt it and at once she rammed her head hard, shooting his prick all the way into her. He was strangely excited at the vision of that golden head bent over his crotch and he loved it when her fingers reached under his prick to find his balls.
She rolled his balls in her hands as she sucked and her tongue raked itself back and forth over his prick. She gave a few quick pumps with her mouth and he began his orgasm. It was a wonderful orgasm, larger than he'd had in a month.
He felt the sperm reach back and shoot forth with an extra effort, sucking all of him out with them so that he felt as though he were turning himself inside out. God! What a feeling! She was taking his very guts out through the end of his prick.
He shot one creamy load after another into her face until she lifted her head, choking. He was still shooting and he watched the milky wads hit her mouth, her cheeks and then he splattered her right between the eyes.
She laughed with joy through it all, for Gloria liked her sex-lanky or not-as much as any woman he'd ever known.
At last he was expended and she disappeared long enough to wash her face and rinse her mouth. She'd swallowed a great deal of his come and she loved it, but she did like to keep herself nice for him.
But, when she was back, Andy realized he owed her something special. He got down on the deep carpet, kneeling over her, and right away she allowed her knees to fall apart He sank his head straight into her crotch while she rummaged for his cock and balls again. As she massaged him he opened his mouth so his tongue could seek her out.
He found her pink and puffy lips, that moist gateway to her special charms. He shot his tongue straight up into her body in that way she'd taught him. His tongue was, in fact a virtual prick. He could move it with skill over her little button of passion until he could make her come in thirty seconds, if they were in a hurry.
He eased the tongue in and out of her musky and dripping pussy, loving the feel of it as it tightened around his face, loving the heavy scent of her inner body. He worked on until she was convulsing, her hips slanuning up from the carpet into his dripping face.
Then she was coming, pouring out her female milk, drowning his face, but still Andy fought to lap it all up. He was quite successful and he ran his tongue around her cunt until all of the sticky milk belonged to him.
Gloria faded back to the carpet, wet and panting, shining with sweat. He had drained her, just as she had taken his strength from him. They fingered one another for a while, trying to coax further orgasms and, from time to time, they succeeded.
At last she turned and bit his nose. "That's it until after the ceremony, ape man....
He shook his head. So long to wait!
Now he sat in the fancy Polynesian hotel out on the Coast, flushed With a terrific plastics sale, seated in a swank dining room to treat himself with a fancy meal, but he was horny as hell. It had been more than three weeks and he was plenty hot for a woman-no, only for Gloria. He wasn't going to cheat.
Andy knew others were available. The blonde and leggy maitre d' had given him a long look and a line as he'd come in. His brunette waitress also acted as though she might be ready for a go.
But no. Andy was going to remain faithful to Gloria until they were married, and he would be faithful beyond then, too.
He was sipping his grog when he saw the shapely maitre d' sway into view once again. She was leading a party of three, a very proper-looking party. Ah, that was something wholesome to concentrate on, while he told his prick to cool it until his wedding night.
The party was seated in the middle of the dining room, where he could get a clear view of them. As they settled into their seats, the blonde handed out menus and then she smiled over her shoulder at Andy. He smiled back, but he kept it chaste. He didn't want to mislead her-or himself.
When she was gone he sipped some more. Very soon the brunette waitress was at their table, discussing the various gross, no doubt Andy watched, more or less idly.
They were really a very handsome family, erect proper looking, totally sure of themselves. The man had to be the husband and father. He was about forty, somewhat shorter than Andy, but fit looking. He was only slightly heavy in the middle and his black hair was beginning to thin. He wore a dark suit and Andy could see a row of cigars sticking from the breast pocket The cigars seemed to fit the man.
The wife and mother was a beauty. Striking, statuesque. Those would be the terms to describe her. She was on the tall side and slim. She was a few years younger than her husband and she had very soft-looking brown hair which fell naturally toward her shoulders. She moved her upper body and hands with grace as she smiled first at the man and then at the girl. There was a half smile continually on her lips and her eyes-possibly hazel-seemed to shine for joy. She wore an expensive woolen suit that matched her curving body nicely. She had a beautiful figure. Andy made himself consider this fact in a chaste, mature way.
The third member of the family surely was the daughter-possibly the niece-and Andy's eyes focused on her. He drew in his breath and his glass shuddered to a stop halfway to his mouth. She was something.
She was a slightly smaller edition of the other woman. Yes, she had to be the daughter because she looked so much like her mother. She was an inch or two shorter, slim and willowy and, although she was obviously still in her mid-teens, she was developing beautifully.
She had the same brown hair, but it was even softer and it had more of the shine of youth. It fell to her shoulders in a shimmering cascade and he saw, looking more closely, that there were streaks of blonde in her hair. Her skin was white and flawless and he was certain she had blue eyes. They were so obviously light, even from as far away as he was.
She wore a mini, which was not surprising because of her age. He could see that she had long, slim legs, nicely tanned down there, and she kept her knees together in the most proper way. After all, they were obviously a proper family, probably in town vacationing together, seeing the art galleries, the zoo, the parks.
The daughter was not nearly so self-assured as her mother. While she had a great deal of natural grace, her movements were still attractively coltish, something that appealed to Andy so much that he smiled. She moved her hands with more enthusiasm, so that they jerked more, and she looked about the room with undisguised curiosity, not bothering to hide behind a mask of phony sophistication.
Andy happened to glance toward the father once again and, for a fraction of a second, their eyes met. Andy realized he was still smiling and the man half smiled back at him. Only for an instant. Then it was over.
He studied the young girl again. She had a way of tossing the hair back from her face and she seemed to squirm in her rattan chair from time to time. She had a great figure. Her young breasts looked high and hard inside her square-topped mini. Her waist was very thin, like most young girls'. He'd already noted her fine long legs. Above he saw the curve of her lower spine and then the flare of her buttocks. They were beautiful buttocks-he was dunking "ass"-which flattened on the seat of the chair. He watched it squirm as she shifted her weight. So, the young lady was excited about something. Perhaps they would go to the beach in the morning. God, she'd look sensational in a bikini.
He glanced at the others. The mother was still half smiling, very much in command, waving her hands with grace as she spoke. Then the father was speaking, apparently saying something of more than casual interest, because mother and daughter leaned forward to catch his words.
They leaned back as the brunette returned to their table with a tray. Andy watched her unload a flowered drink for the husband, a glass of white wine for the mother, and what was obviously a Coke for the girl.
When the waitress was gone the father made some brief toast as Andy watched his lips move. He could hear nothing, of course. The women smiled at him and all three drank. As they sipped Andy saw the mother's eyes slide about the room, high up as though she were examining the birds in the rafters. When they were above Andy's head, the eyes came straight down to study his face for perhaps a full ten seconds.
Then the eyes left him and continued around the room The woman was still half smiling, as though that were a permanent expression, so Andy wasn't certain whether she'd given him a special look or not If she were annoyed by the fact that he was watching her family she gave no sign.
The threesome was talking again, still casually elegant They had to have money and high style, Andy realized. They were too well dressed-expensively dressed-and too obviously accustomed to the best not to be well off. They did not seem in the least self-conscious, except for the traces of adolescence in the daughter, which was a sure clue that they had no doubts about themselves nor their position in the social order.
Now the mother was speaking and it was the turn of the other two to lean forward to catch her words. After a moment they leaned back.
Andy allowed himself to be interrupted by the brunette and he ordered some kind of fish. It didn't matter. It would be good. The girl batted her lashes at him and went to the family's table for their order. As she leaned over the mother's shoulder the seated woman said something to the brunette. The waitress started to look back at Andy, but the mother touched her arm to stop her. They spoke for only a moment.
Then the waitress took the other orders and she was gone. Again Andy saw-he almost felt it rather than saw it-the father's and then the mother's eyes slip over him. Then both parents were talking to the daughter.
The girl seemed to stiffen somewhat and her eyes were fixed on her Coke as it sat on the table before her. She was listening to her parents as though they were giving her advice, some sort of instructions, perhaps. She swallowed once or twice as she nodded and Andy got the feeling she was being told how to do something-perhaps for the first time.
Maybe the family was in town to attend a funeral of a grandmother and the girl was frightened. Or the girl was to be introduced to a fierce uncle she didn't know. Or she was to be enrolled in a school for young ladies? Perhaps she was to be living away from home for the first time and she was uncertain about that.
They finished their conversation and they sat back as the waitress brought their meals. They all seemed to be having fish. When the brunette came to Andy's table she looked at him with a new respect and she was careful not to bat her lashes at him.
"Your fish, sir. And I'm quite certain you will enjoy your meal-and the company."
Andy frowned. "What?"
"Oh, nothing sir." She was gone.
Andy ate in silence for several minutes, only occasionally looking at the others. He felt hungry after his successful day and he almost wolfed his food.
When he was almost finished he glanced up at the family. While the mother and father ate the young girl was staring at Andy, blue eyes wide, her glance hidden from her parents by the raised Coke glass. Her lips were pursed thoughtfully.