her mind. Could he fulfill her? Make her know what a climax was? It'd never happened completely with Mark, almost, but not quite… Oh God! She was acting, thinking like a slut…!
And then he was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as she stood there with her flimsy panties and bra her last useless protection. He kissed her soft, naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered delightedly at his touch.
'Let me help,' he said, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, then, slipping beneath her arms to her large full pointed breasts, his large, oversized hands sliding beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that burst into hard, berry-like solidness. She lay her head back against him, gently pressing her buttocks back to force his long, thick hardness up against his own belly with the upper portion of their round fullness. Oh God! She was nothing but a… a wanton whore!
Her breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her palpitating naked breasts, pinching at the tiny hard pink nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing unbelievably wild sensations to jolt saturatingly through her whole body. At last… he was gently drawing her panties down over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating excitement that enveloped her… his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white buttocks making her tremble and then, as she stood there, she felt the worming hot wetness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind… and finally licking from the bottom of the smooth, white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood again with his arms around her.
Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this one was unquestionably the most beautiful… the most desirable. Even Tonya… he couldn't remember her ever having moved him like this. Coleman was a fool! A stupid asshole, fool!
He had pressed the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her ass while his hands reached around to clutch at her full, firm breasts, then, he moved her forward to the bed.
She climbed onto it, stretching herself out on her naked back and he dropped down beside her; she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms around him to be kissed. He did, smashing his tongue into her mouth, almost to her throat, his one hand traversing over her breasts and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the wet velvetiness of her hot, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparsely covered pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excitedly erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers downward through the moist, sensitive raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue fucked into her soft receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the wet quivering passage.
Dianne moaned aloud. 'Aaahhhhh, God!' She could never remember feeling such erotic bliss. Her whole being was alive with a seething of sexual lust. She was going mad! Losing all sense of moral right and wrong! Oh God… it was so beautiful! She'd never known anything like this…! And then, his finger was slipping wetly up inside her and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.
Oh… ohhh! He's inside me… his finger… shoved right up inside me! I'm a bitch! A whore! A slut! Oh God! But I need it… need it…! Mark, Mark… where are you…?
She hardly felt him slither down her, rolling her gently onto hex back and spreading her thighs as he crawled and placed himself between them, his face hovering just above her wet and excited loins. The room was dark and her mind was glazed in its rapture. She felt large flat palms of warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and her breath caught in her throat as she waited with mounting desire for what would happen to her next.
'Oooohhhhh!' she lurched, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed wet, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hairlined slit of her gently palpitating pussy… just as he had promised, his tongue flicking snakelike at the soft quivering opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the insanely pleasurable licking of her still-closed vagina while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy rolled from her lips. My God, he had said it… said he would lick her… lick and suck… but she hadn't really believe him! She knew these things were done by both men and women alike… but she'd never dreamed of it happening to her…!
Oh God, he was doing it again! And then, as though in a dream, she couldn't keep her hands from moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing from where she lay and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hairlined lips of her split apart with delicate fingers her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot wet tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowing cunt.
Diane gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the movement of her beautiful head, rolling back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out again, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner lips deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue maintained its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her legs.
Oh Lord in heaven! She was lost… lost! Destroyed forever, and she knew it! But never… never had there been anything like this!
She groaned huskily from deep in her throat while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the length of her narrow wet silt, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out wide and obscenely on either side of him, then lift and push them up over her body so the kneecaps touched her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her open loins to his eager mouth.
'Oh God!' she whimpered at the lewd depravity of her own animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus and reveled in the erotic sensations it gave her. Truly, he had raised the wanton bitch in her! If there had been any shame or humiliation, it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding her whole being. She never wanted him to stop… never, never!
Faro couldn't believe it! The cold little bitch had seemingly gone completely to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. He'd realized that there was a latent hot streak lying hidden inside her when he'd finger-fucked her on the club's sun-deck… but never to this extent.
Christ, how beautiful this night was going to be before it was done, he envisioned, grinding his long, heavy, aching cock into the coverlet as he worked greedily, feeling the soft wet silken pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a strong feeling of power enveloping him.
He'd figured to get her in the sack all right, one way or another, but never in his wildest dreams had he expected that she would be such a hot little bitch, squirming under his tongue like this… completely at his mercy… and her pussy loving it. He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down her steaming vaginal slit. That bastard husband of hers couldn't be taking care of her… maybe he wasn't capable, just as the girls at the club decided… either that, or she was a latent nympho, and he couldn't settle for that… not that it made any damned difference, but he'd never seen anyone so hot, and he knew it wasn't all from the Pernod because they hadn't drank that much. She just needed it badly, and she was getting it… and this was only the beginning.
He was certain that already she was too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to, her receptive passion-filled body. Suddenly, he wished that Coleman and Tonya were there, or the Judge; that would make a real party. He smiled inwardly at the thought, then felt her hands desperately entwining in his hair, manipulating his face harder toward the small clasping, opening of her vagina. He rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and heard her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He complied, ovaling his lips and pressing tight to her hole; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that brought a low guttural groan from the depths of her chest. He felt the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a tiny sucking motion trying to pull the invading implement deeper and deeper into it. Christ, he'd never had anything like this in his life!
Dianne whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She felt entirely out of control of both body and mind. Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her crotch was a whirlpool of rapture. And then, he was
