Chapter 2
"Hello, Nancy. This is Laura."
The younger woman had awakened just a short time before. She had gotten up, brewed some coffee, and eaten a bowl of cold cereal with milk. She was just finishing her first cup of coffee when the telephone rang.
"Well, Laura! It's nice to hear from you."
Nancy couldn't imagine why the sleek, loose-living brunette would be calling just one day after she had "happened" to be in Nancy's neighborhood and had dropped in for a visit. Prior to that, the two women had met only twice, at the annual company picnic and again at a company dance.
"Say, I'm coming into town to do some shopping this afternoon, and I thought maybe you'd like to make the rounds with me. Even if you just want to window-shop, I'd like to have the company. Window-shopping is that I'm going to do most of."
"Well, Laura ... gee...."
"Come on," the other woman coaxed. "You don't have anything real important lined up, do you?"
"No."
"Then meet me at one o'clock at The Plucked Goose. That's right next door to Conway's." (Conway's was one of the better department stores in town.)
"All right. On condition that we go Dutch."
Laura chuckled. "If that will make you feel better."
"It will."
"Then I'll see you at one o'clock?"
"Yes!" Nancy said brightly. All of a sudden, she was glad Laura had called and extended her the invitation. It would brighten things up for her at this difficult time.
She thought she knew why Laura had called, and why Laura wanted the two of them to get together again. She wanted to make up for yesterday. She must have realized, after she had left Nancy, that she had spoken indiscreetly. She was no doubt afraid that Nancy had been offended, so now Laura wanted to make things right.
Perhaps today, Nancy conjectured, she would see a better side of Laura Wallace.
Nancy puttered about the apartment during the morning, after which she took a long and leisurely soak in the tub. Then she dressed with special care, anointing herself conservatively with her most expensive perfume. She put on a dressy suit, which featured a beige jacket with a hand crocheted floral spray, over a melon-colored shell and straight beige skirt. Even though she was only going on a shopping tour, she wanted to appear at her best ... considering that she had looked like such a slob when Laura had walked in on her yesterday.
Won't Bob be surprised when he gets home, to learn how friendly Dave's wife and I have become, Nancy thought as she put the finishing touches to her grooming and gave herself a satisfied smile in the mirror.
Nancy wasn't egotistical about her appearance, but she knew she was a very attractive girl. She had been told this many times, and her own mirror confirmed it.
Perhaps she didn't have the sophisticated poise of a Laura Wallace, but her figure was certainly better than Laura's-that is, if a person liked well-rounded breasts and hips. She assumed that most men did. Also, Nancy's face still bore the sweet freshness of youth, in spite of the fact that she was entering her middle twenties and had been married for two years. So, she had something to feel self-satisfied about.
The Plucked Goose was crowded at one o'clock.
Nancy entered the place and scanned it, looking for a woman by herself, but none of the lone women turned out to be Laura.
Strange, Nancy thought. Perhaps Laura wasn't there yet. But it was exactly one o'clock, and, since Laura had suggested the date, she certainly should have been on time.
"Miss?"
Nancy turned to discover that a waitress was speaking to her.
"The lady in that booth said you're looking for her." The waitress indicated the direction with a nod of her head.
"Thank you," Nancy murmured automatically, and tried to spot Laura in the crowded corner of the room.
She caught a hand wave, then a smile. Yes! It was Laura, all right. But who in the world were those two men with her?
Surely she hadn't made dates for Nancy and herself!
Feeling a little numb and off her stride, Nancy moved toward the booth. She realized she was frowning, so she made an effort to smile.
"Darling! How are you?" Laura gushed. "Nancy Jordan, this is Rex Packard," she indicated the man who had lifted himself slightly off the seat beside her, "and Harv Brownell." The latter made a partial standing motion at the opposite side of the table.
Nancy went through the ritual of smiling at each man and murmuring an acknowledgment of the introductions while her mind grappled with the meaning of their presence. She couldn't help but notice, also, that both men were very good-looking.
Rex was dark-haired and had a round, rather bland face, but his eyes were worldly. His smile was subdued. Sandy-haired Harv was slimmer and more jovial. His friendly eyes sparkled, and his smile was unreserved. Both men were around thirty years old.
"Sit down ... sit down," Laura said. She was resplendent in an expensive white suit. 'The boys just happened to be in the store, doing some shopping on their lunch hour, and we bumped into each other. They hadn't eaten yet, so naturally I invited them to join us. I was sure you wouldn't mind."
"No," Nancy replied. "Of course not." She smiled nervously across the table at Rex again.
Laura went on: "Rex and Harv-and their wives, of course-belong to a little social club that Dave and I belong to."
"Oh. I see."
"We'd always welcome a new member as pretty as yourself," Rex said to Nancy. Then, to Laura, he added, "She's positively gorgeous."
"You see?" Laura replied. "I didn't exaggerate, did I?"
Though the compliments should have pleased her, and she smiled as if they did, actually Nancy felt very ill at ease. She had the sensation of being under scrutiny for some reason or other-why, she couldn't imagine.
Harv grinned at her. "I understand your husband is out of the country for a while."
"Yes. His company sent him to Germany. They're going to open a plant there."
"Oh? Who does he work for?"
"Dolph Chemical, like Laura's husband."
One of the men had signaled a waitress, and now she came over. "What will you have to drink?" Rex asked Nancy.
"Oh ... nothing, thanks."
"Come on," Laura urged. "Don't be a party-pooper. You like martinis, don't you?"
Before Nancy had a chance to answer, Laura told the girl, "Double martini, so she can catch up with the rest of us. And we'll have another round, right?" She glanced from Rex to Harv for confirmation.
The light-haired, jovial man said, "Why not? We can't stop now."
Nancy was aware of a greater irritation with Laura than she had felt the day before. This time the older woman seemed to be just taking over, dominating her completely. And there was something funny about the presence of the two men-Laura's explanation didn't quite cover it, somehow.
"Your husband must be pretty important at Dolph," Rex remarked, "for them to send him to Germany."
"He's just one member of a team that went," Nancy replied.
Laura interjected, "Bob's a great guy. You boys will like him."
"I hope we get the chance to meet," Rex said as his eyes suavely caressed Nancy's tits through her clothes.
Yes, it was funny. The whole thing was very funny. Nancy felt more uncomfortable than ever. She glanced quickly at Laura and discovered that the other woman was eyeing her in a speculative way.
Laura quickly put on a bright smile. "Rex is with Merriman Motels, and Harv is in the insurance business. They work together a lot of the time."
"Like today, hmm?" Harv threw Laura a wink, then grinned disarmingly at Nancy.
Something indeed was going on.
Nancy's suspicions were gradually lulled by the liquor which seemed to keep arriving at the table of its own accord. The conversation moved briskly along, from vocations to trends in motel design, to current events and movies.
Finally lunch was ordered. By the time the food arrived, Nancy's brain was spinning merrily, and she was ravenous. Everything tasted good, and as she ate she felt more at ease. All was right with the world.
Rex was saying, "So Harv and I were going to check out this new motel the company has just acquired. If you girls have nothing better to do this afternoon, why don't you tag along with us? Feminine advice on matters of design and that sort of thing is worth a lot. Naturally, we're going to be renovating and redecorating the entire property."
"I'd love to see it," Laura said. "How abouT you, Nancy? You weren't all that anxious to go shopping, were you?"
"Well ... no, I guess not."
"Great!" Rex exclaimed. "We'll all drive by the place right after lunch, then."
Nancy wondered dimly what she was getting herself into.
The motel was a sprawling two-story affair, built around a large, sparkling pool. It was located on one of the major boulevards, close to the center of town.
They drove over in Rex's Buick. Laura rode beside him on the front seat, while Harv sat with Nancy in the rear.
She liked Harv. He seemed easy-going and genuinely friendly. Moreover, he was a handsome man. She experienced a little tickle high between her legs when he laughed in his warm way and his eyes twinkled at her.
She tried to ignore this response. It was, after all, only because Bob was out of town. She was hurting for sex, and she responded to the masculinity that was close to her. She couldn't help that. It didn't mean that she really wanted to go to bed with Harv. Or so she told herself.
When they arrived at the motel, Rex parked in one of the stalls about halfway back.
"I've got the keys," he said after they had alighted. "Let's take a look at a display unit first, before we talk to the manager. Fourteen is reserved for us."
Nancy glanced from Rex to Harv. Both of their expressions seemed innocent.
Rex held a ring of keys in his hand as they walked to the door with the numeral 14 on it. Sounds of splashing and general halarity came from the pool. A lush brunette in a bikini tripped past, wiggling her cute buttocks. Rex pursed his lips in a showy but silent whistle. Harv grinned and glanced at Nancy.
"Just ... what are we supposed to be looking for around here?" Nancy asked. The effects of the liquor had pretty well worn off, and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable again.
"Anything and everything," was Rex's glib reply. "Just tell me how the place strikes you. Look for flaws. Let me know how you think it would be made more attractive.
"I'm going to try out a bed," Laura purred. "Beds are the most important feature of a motel, after all."
An insinuating tickle touched Nancy again, and in the same disturbing place as before-right around the vicinity of her clitoris.
Rex opened the door of the motel unit, and the foursome walked in.
The unit was smartly furnished, sound-proofed and air-conditioned. The lighting was dim behind drawn shades. Nancy could see immediately that there were two rooms, with a bath and small dressing area in between.
"Ah ... man!" Rex exclaimed and flopped onto one of the twin beds in the main room. "Baby," he said to Laura, "ring up the office and order some booze, will you?"
"Sure." She picked up the phone.
"Wait a minute," Nancy said in alarm. "I don't feel like drinking anything."
"Oh ... come on," Laura coaxed. "We're all out for a relaxing afternoon. A couple of drinks always help."
Nancy looked at her closely, then inquired, "Laura ... may I talk with you for a minute privately, please?"
"Uh-uh! I heard that," Harv said, moving up behind the cute blonde. He took Nancy's arm and turned her toward him. "No female secrets allowed."
As Nancy smiled and tried to think of a bantering reply, she was aware that Laura was talking on the telephone, ordering the liquor.
There seemed to be nothing Nancy could do about the course of events, except to simply stride out of the room, and she still didn't want to offend Laura. Also, below the level of her consciousness, she was stimulated by the situation.
Here she was in a motel room with another woman and two attractive men. Anything could happen! And, considering the way Laura had talked yesterday, the unconventional brunette would probably welcome it. What would she (Nancy) do if things really got out of hand? What if one of the men were to make a pass at her?
"Well, Harvey...." Rex said from the bed, "do you think this place will qualify for a preferred insurance plan?"
"Too early to tell," Harv replied. "I'll have to look it over more carefully."
"That can wait."
Laura was just hanging up the phone, and Rex asked her, "What do you think about the interior design? How does it strike you?"
"Not bad. What's your opinion, Nancy?"
"It's ... it's nice."
Somehow she knew they weren't interested in what she thought about the decor. But what was behind all this? What in the world did it mean?
They made small talk until the liquor arrived. Rex poured drinks for all of them while Laura found some lively music on the built-in radio system. After she took her glass, she did a few dance steps around the room.
"Come on, Rex," she said. "Let's boogaloo."
"No, thanks," he grinned. "But you might tempt me with something else."
"Such as?" She kept gyrating with hips and knees, hardly moving her feet at all. She held her glass out in front of her.
"Turn off your motor and come over here. I'd like a little kiss."
"Mister, if there's anything you want, you're going to have to come and get it."
Nancy was shocked when Rex got off the bed and, flashing a wicked grin at Harv and her, crossed to where Laura was still twisting to the beat of erotic guitars. He pulled her slim form snugly against him and plastered his open, seeking mouth to hers.
Nancy gasped and looked at Harv.
He grinned.
After plunging his tongue in and out of Laura's mouth five or six times, and having her own tongue rub against it while her lips and teeth tightened around it on the outward strokes, Rex terminated the kiss and gave her a sharp swat on the fanny as he backed away.
"Laura!" Nancy called. "I think we'd better leave."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Laura said, her face flushed and smiling. "Quit acting like a schoolgirl guarding her cherry. As long as we're here in these pleasant surroundings, let's have some fun. Rex, fill my glass. Harv, know any good dirty stories?"
"You mean good-dirty or good and dirty?" he quipped.
"The dirtier the better, the way I feel right now."
That was when Nancy should have acted on her own and walked out of the place ... that is, assuming she didn't want to engage in an orgy with the other three persons. But she didn't walk. After Rex had replenished Laura's glass, he turned to her, and she let him pour another good-sized shot into hers.
"Well, let's see," Harv was thinking aloud. 'There's the one about the three foxes-Mama Fox, Papa Fox, but Baby is too little, so he just watches."
Laura laughed heartily. Nancy felt her cheeks getting red, and she was aware of a strange tingle which was only partly caused by the liquor.
"Have you girls heard this one?" Rex asked, looking at Nancy. "There was this farmer who was going around getting orders for the peaches that were ripening on his trees, and he came to a house where a beautiful young housewife answered the door. He asked her if she wanted some peaches, and she pulled her blouse open. 'Are they big and round like these?' she asked, showing him her knockers. He grinned and nodded. 'And are they nice and fuzzy like this?' she said as she pulled up her dress and showed him her twat. Well, right about then the old farmer started to cry. 'Son of a bitch,' he moaned. 'My wife ran away and left me with six kids; the kids are all hungry; and now it looks like I'm gonna be screwed out of my goddamned peaches!'"
Again Laura laughed. Nancy blushed more deeply, and the giddiness within her heightened. She buried her face in her glass, but she couldn't keep from showing a smile as she did so.
"Now I've got one," Laura said. "What comes out of a man's tallywhacker when he plays with a woman's tits? ... The wrinkles!"
Laura and the two men laughed. Nancy turned away, holding her burning cheek.
"Look at her!" Laura said. "Nancy ... baby...." She moved up behind her. "Get with it, will you? Come on. You tell us one."
"I'm afraid I don't know any stories like that," Nancy admitted.
"Well, it's time you learned a few," Rex said. "How's this? The guy didn't trust his wife, so he followed her one day. She went to her doctor's office. The husband waited for a little while outside, then slipped past the receptionist as soon as he got the chance, and sneaked into the examining room. And sure enough ... there was his pretty wife spread out on the table, and the doctor was humping the hell out of her. 'What are you doing?' the husband demanded. The doctor was a pretty cool guy, so he said, 'I'm taking your wife's temperature.' 'Yeah?' yelled the husband. 'Well, when you pull your pecker out, it better have numbers on it!' "
In spite of herself, Nancy laughed. Her cheeks were flaming.
"Hey, she liked that one!" Laura said.
"Damn right," Rex replied from his seat on the edge of the bed. "We're getting with it now. And speaking of that...."
He reached for Laura, and, almost before Nancy realized what was happening, he had Laura down on the bed with him. They rolled onto their sides, and he ran his hand up the backs of her legs, pushing her skirt before it.
Nancy stared as Laura's bare upper thighs came into view, then her panty-clad hips. The black nylon clung to her plump crotch.
"Hey, I think they'd like to be alone," Harv said, and took Nancy's arm. He guided her through the dressing area into the adjoining room, and pulled the door shut behind them.
Nancy recovered sufficiently to ask, "Wh-what are we doing in here?"
"Nothing, yet," Harvey grinned. "But I have hopes."
And he pulled her into his arms.
The liquor, the excitement produced by the dirty stories, and the crowning shock of seeing Laura pulled onto a bed and half-denuded, all had an effect on Nancy. Now she was in a bedroom with an attractive man, and her own husband was far away. She needed loving.
Morality decreed that she shouldn't let Harv touch her, and in a way she really didn't want him to. But in another and more basic way, she did. When she felt his strong, masculine arms around her back, as his lips pressed hers and forced them apart, she deliberately silenced the voice of her conscience which told her it was wrong.
Her arms rose to grip Harv, and her soft lips quivered against his hard ones. His ardent tongue pumped into her mouth, and she trembled in his arms. Her nipples stiffened in her bra. A tingle touched her cunt.
She stroked her tongue against his.
Harv was ecstatic over the quick progress he had made. He hadn't dared hope she would surrender to him this easily.
His right hand dropped to the quivery plump roundules of her bottom, and he petted them through her skirt. Oh, God, what an ass that was! Jesus, she was made for screwing-this sweet bitch!
As he tripped her even more strongly with his left arm and kissed with increasing passion, he pulled up her skirt with his right hand and got underneath it and underneath her slip. He stroked her marvelously curvy bottom through her clinging nylon briefs.
Nancy was afire with lust. There was no other term for the emotion which she felt. She certainly didn't love this man, and it wasn't the romance of the situation that had gotten to her. The truth was that she was sexually hot. Her hard nipples throbbed against the constricting cups which held her breasts. Moisture began to ooze from between the puffy, blonde-bearded lips which nestled in the crotch of her panties. Now, with his hand caressing her nearly naked ass and his stiff penis rising against her front, she could think of nothing but lying down on the bed and having him mount her. Then she would feel what she needed so badly-his wonderful shaft! She had never had a shaft other than Bob's, but Bob was so far away now, and she needed it so badly.
She just wouldn't think of Bob. She wouldn't!
Her hand snaked down between their embracing bodies, and she thrilled as her fingers closed on Harv's gathering hardness. A shock went through him which was evident to her, and his penis immediately hardened and lifted to as great an extent as was possible in his clothes, with the two of them standing so close together.
He tore his mouth from hers. "God, but I want you!" he croaked.
All she said was, "Hurry!"
He turned her and pressed her down to the bed. Even before her back was firmly against the mattress, he was pulling her skirt up, caressing her lovely legs. His eager hand slid above the tops of her stockings and stroked the warm and softly smooth flesh he found there. Then his hand was on her bottom again, rubbing and rolling the plump hemispheres of her ass through her panties.
"Oh, get my clothes off!" she cried.
Something within her recoiled at the shock of hearing her own voice utter such a brash demand, but she survived the shock as a speeding car leaves behind a bump in the road, and her hand went blindly to the front of Harv's trousers, where it groped for the zipper tab.
She did this sometimes with Bob when she was very hot-just zipped open his fly and pulled his peter out.
Now she was doing it with a man she scarcely knew.
Harv gasped, and his rod throbbed almost painfully as her seeking fingers touched it through his knit briefs. She snaked into those briefs, and her hand closed thrillingly around his fevered flesh. She pulled it out, and now his pecker could stretch to its heart's content ... and it did. It became very thick and long, and hard as a bar of iron. Nancy gazed at it in awe.
It looked different than Bob's. Harv was circumcised, which Bob was not, and the head was more purplish. Still, Nancy loved it.
"Oooh! Ooooh...." she said, and enclosed the head in her palm, turning her hand this way and that so that she rubbed every one of Harv's most sensitive nerve ends.
"Come on," he growled. "Let's get our clothes off."
He started with Nancy's panties, gripping the elastic band at the top and drawing them down, causing the pink nylon fabric to peel away from her gently rounded belly and the adorable blonde tangle between the tops of her thighs.
"God, there's nothing false about you, is there?" he said exultantly. He had barely worked her panties midway along her thighs before he dropped his face and impulsively kissed her just above the edge of her pubic hair.
"Oooh, honey!" she said, and gripped him around the back of the neck.
He licked along, just above the top of her golden wedge, and her satiny warm belly quivered with excitement. His hand gripped the moist crotch of her panties and pulled them farther along her legs as his mouth leaped to the silken inner slope of a thigh. He licked there and nibbled the tender flesh with his teeth.
He was really heating her up now, making her wild. It always aroused her strongly when Bob kissed her on her upper legs and tummy. It made her think about how it would feel it he were to kiss her directly on the gash. Of course, she didn't expect him to do that, any more than she expected Harv to do it now.
He reared back and pulled her panties all the way off, gazing fondly at the wisps of blonde hair and soft creased flesh between the tops of her thighs as her legs extended up in the air. Now as those legs fell back to the bed, they opened, and the total beauty of her snatch was revealed.
Harv couldn't resist going down on her.
It happened so quickly, Nancy wasn't prepared for the wonderful shock. One minute, Harv was crouched before her on his knees, his purple-headed stalk standing out of his pants as he gazed at the exposed beauty between her legs (and this was a tremendous thrill to Nancy, just realizing that she was showing herself off to a man other than her husband), then suddenly he swooped and gathered her thighs upward from underneath, wrapping his strong arms around them and spreading them wide. Then his eager, wet, open mouth was pressing against the juicy fullness of her cunt as his aggressive tongue speared inside.
She let out a shrill, high-pitched sound and involuntarily pressed her pussy up to him, grinding it into his face as he lapped and sucked. The lightning of fulfillment struck her, and she shook all over, sobbing and biting down hard on her finger. It was a peculiarly sharp orgasm, but it came and went quickly and didn't reach as deeply as the orgasms she'd had with Bob. It was more like the kind she used to experience when she masturbated ... but better. So much better.
Harv perceived that he had brought her satisfaction, and this pleased him a great deal. He straightened up, his lips and chin wet from a mixture of his saliva and her vaginal juices.
He backed off the bed, his prick still high and throbbing stronger than ever. Nancy watched him through glazed eyes as he undressed. Her brain was reeling. God, what had she done? What was she yet to do?
But the idea that she might stop-call it quits right now, get off the bed, find her panties and put them on, then get the hell out of the motel and into a taxicab-this didn't even occur to her.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," Harv suggested softly as he struggled with his. "Yes. All right."
She sat up. Her brain reeled more, but in a few moments equilibrium returned. She slid her bare ass off the bed and got to her feet.
Harv watched her as she shrugged out of her winkled jacket, laid it over the back of a chair, then unzipped her pale orange-colored shell and took that off. Her bosom looked luscious in a lace-covered pink brassiere. It was so full and high and shapely. The soft flesh of the mounds squeezed together at the center, above the rim of the bra, and Harv enjoyed the lush whiteness which contrasted with the golden tone of her arms and shoulders.
She took off her skirt and slip, leaving her in bra and stockings. The latter were the kind which had elasticized tops; they stayed in place without garters.
Harv gazed at the damp patch of blondeness where he had rooted a few moments before. God, but she had reacted fast! It was hard to believe, but maybe no one had ever gone down on her before.
He wondered if he could get her to go down on him, then decided he wouldn't try. Not this time. Today he just wanted to screw all that marvelous beauty.
Nancy removed her bra, and her titties swayed in luscious freedom as she bent and rolled down her stockings. Her boobs were full, yet perfectly shaped. They might have belonged to a sixteen-year-old, considering their firmness. They were creamy white. Hardly any veins showed. Their tips were rosebud pink and rigidly extended.
Harv whipped off the last of his clothing and was nude before she took her second stocking off. He went to her, and, with a little passionate whimper, she melted into his arms as they stood next to the bed.
The thrust of her adorable bare boobies against his hairy chest brought excitement to both of them. Nancy's nipples swelled more. Now (hey actually hurt her, but the pain was a delicious one.
Harv's hands toured her back, from the tops of her smooth, rounded thighs to her shoulders. He played with her buttocks, which were thrust backward somewhat (as were his) because of his staff, which was standing between the two lovers. His middle fingers traced the warm silken groove between her rounded loaves of flesh. She twisted and made a murmuring sound in her throat.
Oh, he was going to have lots of fun with her! Talk about a responsive female!
They sank to the bed together, and she came to rest on her back with Harv crouched above her. Her hand found his pecker and curled lovingly about it as he bent and began to kiss her shoulders. He shoved her adorable tits together and began to browse over them, thumbing the nipples as he licked lightly and nuzzled and inhaled her marvelous blend of woman-smell and good perfume. He caught a standing pink nipple and sucked at it briefly.
Nancy was thoroughly aroused for the second time. She didn't usually get over an orgasm so quickly, but that orgasm had been a shallow one. Her vagina had yet to enclose Harv's rod. Now she very strongly wanted to get that big thing inside her.
She told him as he kissed along her body, continuing to fondle and roll her plump tits:
"Take me ... please hurry ... I'm going out of my mind."
What sweet words! Harv couldn't imagine any that would have pleased him more.
He shifted atop her, and she gave a happy cry as her full warm thighs rose at either side of him. He held his rod and lowered his hips for the merging. Nancy was pushing her feet against the mattress and tilting her vagina up.
The tip of Harv's penis kissed her wet pinkness. He pushed, and the throbbing rod slid into her, burying itself in her warm, clasping cunt. "Oh, God!" Nancy cried. "Like it?" Harv asked huskily. "It's heaven!"
"Want me to give it to you strong?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
"Tell me." He remained still, deeply within her, throbbing, tantalizing her.
"Love me hard!" she said.
"Don't say love. Say screw."
"Screw me hard!" she demanded.
He screwed her with all the vigor he could bring to bear. It was a glorious experience for both of them. His magnificent rod stroked up and down inside her, pumping her, pounding her, and she beat her blonde bush against him. They continued without letup until she reached a grasping, clawing, panting climax, and he groaned, planting his white-hot sperm deep.
"Ooooh, God ... oh ... ooooh...." she moaned.
"Jesus!" Harv hissed, his hot breath striking her ear.
He hadn't softened much. Now, staying in, he rolled onto his back and brought her over on top of him.
"Not more," she murmured.
He chuckled. "Baby, we've only started."
His possessive hands stroked her thighs and her buttocks, her hips and her sides, her glorious pendulous breasts and even her belly, which was elevated a little above him because she was supporting her weight on hands and knees.
In the other room, Laura had been thoroughly screwed by Rex, and now they were both off the bed. She was standing beside the dresser, lighting a cigarette.
"When do we join the others?" he wanted to know.
"Don't be so anxious," she said, taking a deep drag of smoke. "Let Harv and Nancy get well acquainted first."
"Hell, he must have made her at least once by this tie."
'Not necessarily," Laura replied. "He may be still giving h the build-up."
Rex chuckled. "If he is, I feel sorry for him. His cock list be fit to burst. Christ, what a sexy piece she is!"
"So, what am I?" Laura asked as she sauntered over to ,m. "Some dog?"
"Shit no, baby. You're the greatest." He gave her a pat on the rear. "But she's ... well ... new."
"If that isn't a man for you," she said without real bitterness.
"Have you checked your Polaroid to make sure it's ready to go?"
"It's ready."
"I'm still afraid she may panic when she sees that. Do you think it's really necessary to take pictures?"
"Yes! She's going to have a moral backlash after this is over, and I don't want that to upset our plans. You don't either, do you?"
"No. One time with her isn't going to be enough for me."
"Then we need the pictures." Laura glanced at her watch. "How long have they been in there now?"
"Half an hour. Maybe a little more."
She put her cigarette, tip down, into an ash tray and ground it out.
"Come on," she said. "We're going in."