Linda Field had a wet pussy before she even climbed into the car Matt was driving. He had called earlier to confirm their date, and an hour later cut flowers had arrived. No man had ever sent her flowers. It was so old-fashioned and romantic! And, ohhh, how she loved it.
"You look terrific," he smiled, his eyes gliding along her figure. He had suggested casual dress, so she had put on her newest and tightest pants, open-down-the-front shirt, and high heels. He looked so young in his outfit, and the memory of that first date had raged through her mind all day.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, sliding closer. "The flowers were wonderful!" He drove down to Newport Beach, pulled in at a lounge, cafe and motel complex, and they went right to the bar. A lot of skin showing-apparently some of the customers had been down to the beach. The young blonde waitress wore an abbreviated bunny outfit, her tits underwired forward likeballoqns.
They ordered martinis, very-dry. The waitress cooed pleasantly, giving Matt a clear view between her Goodyear Blimp boobs. She undulated away in the rosy twilight and Matt grinned.
"She wants in your pants," Linda giggled. The round corner booth was cozy and she rubbed her left thigh against his leg.
He reached under and squeezed her knee. "This is what /want, Legs." "I thought you were a tit-man."
They laughed. Things were going well. They had decided not to talk business.
She hated Purdy's plan. When Matt found out, things between them would be all over. She was going to enjoy him as often as she could before the axe fell. In some ways he was not very bright, probably the reason he'd been a paid lover most of his life.
When had he fucked Stella Fordham last, and how often did he do it? Was there any real emotion involved? She was not bad-looking, her picture had been in the Times business section a while back. A man couldn't do as many 'tricks' as a woman whore. Ohh, but he sure made it fun! His hand crept inward toward her crotch, and she trembled. Thankfully, she had brought a fresh pair of panties. The ones she wore were already damp along her crevice. Her nipples were erect against her shirt. She reached over and lightly touched his basket. He grinned.
The cocktails came and their hands remained beneath the lip of the table. The girl's tits almost fell out of her fancy decolletage. She made change, showing off.
"Lucky you," she said to Linda. "Where'd you find a stallion like him? "I'm his personal secretary," Linda giggled.
"Honey, you need any help, just call. I'm Terri, I'm off in half an hour."
"Well, thanks, Terri," Linda said, winking. "I just might do that."
Terri twitched, giggled, and left. Like hell I will, Linda thought. This is mine for today! I can give him all the pussy he needs.
"She sure is casual about it," Linda said. "I shouldn't ask, but how do you manage a party with two girls?"
"Ah, forget her," he smiled. He sipped at the martini with his left, hand and pressed her cunt mound. She drew her seeking hand back, tasted her cocktail. Good, So were the rich tingles spreading through her crotch. She was hot enough without feeling him!
She had other, reasons to feel elated today, too. Just a few hours earlier an attorney for her Aunt Liliie's estate back in Iowa had called her. Lillie had died several weeks earlier, an extremely wealthy spinster, and the attorney said she had left the bulk of her money to Linda. Incredible! The papers were being sent to a prominent firm of attorneys in L.A. for finalization. They would be contacting Linda on Monday. Her share, after taxes, would be nearly five million. Properly invested, the money would mean she could live like Midas on the interest. Not that she could buy a yacht or a private jet, but God-she could travel and kiss Western Computers on the ass.
It had also occurred to her thai-she could buy herself some prick. She might even be able to afford Matt…
"You're different today," he said, his eyes on her tits. He had noticed the change the moment he had picked her up at her apartment. Somehow he sensed the cause was not entirely sexual. He had been around a lot of brainy cunts, so he didn't really care. Susy Hall's proposition still intrigued him.
He was sure, when he got his meat into her, he could wangle a better deal. All that shit about total fidelity had to be tossed out of the barn window, like other manure. He finished his cocktail and gave the cunt curve a squeeze. Keep her purring.
"I feel different, too," she said. "Why don't we invite Terri over to the motel?" "Up to you, Linda. Ever tried it?" Cunts! "Nooo. I'm curious!"
His knob tingled. The more pussy, the better. "Let her know. She's looking this way." Ten minutes and another martini apiece later they were in the motel unit he had reserved. Terri would be around soon. He got Linda around the 122 waist and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her fine, shapely tits. The small dark nipples were already stiff.
"You are a tittle-man!" she giggled, watching his fingers.
"And you haven't been getting enough," he chuckled. "God, no! I want a tremendous fucking today."
A knock on the door surprised him. He opened it and Terri slipped fragrantly inside. "I got off early, kids."
She wore snug shorts and a halter, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, her full lips bright carmine. About twenty-one, fresh and excited. She looked at Linda's bared tits. "Nice set, honey."
"Not like yours!" Linda exclaimed. She was blushing.
What got into me? Linda asked herself, shivering. / might turn clear off! That money's gone to my head, or to my pussy! I don't care, I'm going to havefunnnn! Won't hurt me to try some pussy. I might even like it!
"I've ordered more drinks, my treat," Terri smiled, unfastening her halter. "Do I get some feels now, stud?"
Matt grinned, helped her with the halter, and moved her to the edge of the king-size bed. He sat her down at his left, got her around the naked waist with his left arm and cupped her big melon breasts, one and then the other. Linda stared, fascinated. Her clit was lifting, a strange latent thrill hurried through her senses. She had been Miss Proper all her life. It was time to try new things. This cuddly, well-padded blonde had seen right through Linda. Out with a man twice her age, looking for excitement.
Now he was kissing Terri. Their tongues were visibly stroking back and forth while he teased her cherry-red nipples. She had her left hand on his cock-bulge, her soft-looking thighs opened invitingly.
Linda removed her opened shirt and peeled her fashion pants to the floor, fingers shaking. This wasn't just the gin; she loved the whole idea, the whole scene. Matt had shaken her deeply. She needed some added allurement to soften the blow of his charisma. He was no damn good, and the sooner she realized it the better.
A rap on the door didn't draw Terri away from Matt, so Linda went to answer. It was the new waitress with a tray. She came right in, giggled, put the drinks on a table and split. Linda locked the door. Matt had his play hand inside Tern's shorts; they were still sucking tongues.
Finally Terri broke it up, her cheeks pink, her nipples very stiff, the cones of her big tits as puffy as her mouth.
"Mmmmmm-funnn!" she gurgled, patting Matt's basket. "I could use that drink."
In heels and panties, Linda brought the tray over to the bed. Each took a glass. Terri slid her eyes up and down Linda's body. "You've got it, honey. Are you a model?"
"No. I bet you could do bra ads, though."
Terri ran her tongue out. "Let's have our drinks and let's us fool around a little, huh?"
"Cool," Linda said. She sank down at Terri's left. They all sipped at their cocktails-just like that! "You don't mind, do you, stud?" Terri giggled. "Hey, please the girls," he chuckled.
"Men are all alike, Linda. Think they can handle a harem, and most can't take care of one good hot pussy." "Wait and see, baby," Matt grinned.
Terri Wood hadn't seen such a nice, cleanlimbed pussy for months. Not one who acted interested, anyway. Leggy brunette types were her speed. And sophisticated studs like Matt. The Pussy Galore Lounge lived up to its name; it was a great spot for pickups. The owner didn't allow any dogs hanging around. The word soon got out, and there were many different ways to run off the creeps.
If chicks picked up chicks, okay. But no gays! Plenty of spots around for those fuckers. For steady stuff Terri preferred cunt, but men could be exciting, too. They would buy groceries and pay apartment rent. Most girls were stingy as hell. Right now she was between live-ins. A fat politician from Sacramento came down once in a while and gave her a picture of Ben Franklin for a good fuck. He called her Dolly and went nuts about her tits. He couldn't make it in her pussy, so she always ended up sucking it out of his old tired berries. His wife had cut him off years before. Poor bastard.
Terri picked up the empty glasses, took them to the vanity, and slid her shorts and panties to the floor. Matt applauded. Linda blushed. Jeeeese, hadn't she ever fucked a chick?
"You can't get it on with your panties on, honey," Terri joked.
"You were doing pretty good a while ago," Linda said. But she stood and peeled down her panties. Her cute little box was wet and expanded, her nipples erect, her cheeks flushed. She sat on the bed, and Terri came over, dropping down at Linda's left.
"You start it, Linda," Terri cooed, snuggling in. "I think you might be good at this!" "Why, you young sexy fox, you."
Linda shuddered. This was what she wanted! Already the inherited money had touched her personality, but it was more than that. She was active with Matt, and if she did go lesbian she'd be in charge. Terri had known it immediately.
Linda had never let sex stand in the way of promotions at Western Computers; in fact, being an attractive young woman had helped her. The big companies were moving girls into positions of authority. Not the top jobs, but close. In marketing and finance she was the best, and she knew it. It was a family corporation, and the big stockholders treated her with great respect. Maybe she'd ask them for a hell of a raise. She was very independent now. And if she liked pussy, she would have much more of it! She moved her left arm around Tern's silky waist, her right hand went to those mountains of red-peaked flesh, and the blonde cooed like a baby.
Hike it, Hove it! Linda thought, shivering. I'm going to build that house / want, the kind for singles, and I'll have chicks around to play with. Studs had better be very skillful, like Matt.
She took Terri's opening lips, their tongues flicked and jabbed, and the the feel of the blonde's huge tits sent tingles through her whole body. It was so good to take over. No more sneaky espionage for her-more sneaking into pretty girls' panties! She already knew she'd be returning to the Pussy Galore Lounge, she and Terri could date, just two girls. Toss in another chick!
Terri sank back on the bed, their mouths came unglued, and Linda glided her play hand between the plump, warm thighs. Matt had moved to a chair that faced the bed. He was sipping his fresh martini, naked, his cock not really hard yet. He acted almost bored. That conceited bastard!
"Ohhhh, neat!" Terri breathed, as Linda toyed around with the blonde's little hardening clit bud. Her thighs opened farther, she pushed her tits up invitingly. It occurred to Linda now that Terri's boob show back in the lounge had been for her benefit, too. "Slide over and let's fuck!" Linda breathed. "Cooool!" Terri giggled. She rolled to the middle of the bed, spread her rich, plump thighs. Her lightly fuzzed pussy was ten times more alluring 127 than Linda had ever imagined another girl's cunt could be.
Now she'd have those tits! She glided between Terri's legs like she'd been doing it for years. Their cunts met and pressed, and Linda fastened her mouth on the left nipple. God! Terri's ass simply curled upward, and she moaned as their twats flamed together! Linda hunched slowly, feeling the honeyed stings of joy fly through her loins.
The soft, fragrant young body had a pillow-like sensuality not at all like a man's muscular hardness. Moving her hips, thrusting like a man filled a void in Linda's being. She adored topriding a prick and she loved fucking this girl. Oh, how much of this nice velvety stuff had she missed?
"Ohh, honey-you're gooooooooooooood!" Terri breathed, her nipple hardening in Linda's mouth.
Linda didn't answer. She started kissing the other nipple, feeling their cunts quiver and twitch, their clits now sliding juicily together. Just think how much cute, sexy pussy there was out there! All kinds of it.
"Ohh, ohhh, I'm comin', honey!" Terri gasped, clutching at Linda's shoulders. "Fuck me hard!" Linda shuddered, hunched faster, faster! Her clit was tensing, burning. Their cunts jiggled as Terri bucked upward. Linda lost her lip-hold on the nipple. Terri was shaking and whimpering, her pretty face contorted. The fast twinges of her climax started Linda's pussy fun! The plump bod had surprising agility. She was bucking like an electronic horse!
Linda cried out as the swift nuances of her orgasm grabbed at her loins and tore through her upper body, her tits, and even the top of her head! She was a lusting animal, pounding her cunt at the sweet, quivering pussy beneath her…
Arthur Frost hated these shitty Sunday assignments. He had followed Dodson again, found a convenient parking spot in a park that lay on higher ground than the motel-lounge setup. Dottie, his new eager young wife, was holding dinner for him. How she loved to pamper him!
Thinking about the beautiful fucking he had given her the night before started his prick swelling. Before he'd dumped his load, she'd gone off four times. That big, plump body just seemed to melt around him. He'd give her a matinee as soon as he reached home-then they'd have dinner.
Fuck! He had all the info he needed for today. Matt had two young cunts. He'd be there for hours, maybe the rest of the day and night. Stella would have his report in the morning. Nothing new, really. He'd taken on two cunts before. That long-legged Linda was quite a beauty.
Arthur started his car and headed for home. What was better on a weekend than a nice long af-ternooner and then a leisurely dinner. He patted his cock lump and drove faster… Matt watched the two cunts finish their fuck. So what else was new? He had a medium hard-on. This kind of scene always drew sap out of his knob, and he did want to hump the big-titted blonde- she had fine hip action. He already knew how good Linda was around his meat.
"Well, who wants cock?" he asked, feeling the gin.
"Oh, I think Terri needs it first," Linda giggled, crawling back to the foot of the bed. She walked into the John and closed the door. He left the chair, moving over near the bed.
"That's some hunk of meat, tiger," Terri cooed. She wiped her cunt on a corner of the bedspread. "Kind of turned you on, huh?" "Yes, I like the way you get off, Terri."
"When it's comin' I just gotta show it!" she laughed.
He moved onto the bed, crawled between her spread-apart thighs and aimed his cock at her up-curved box, all puffed and slick. She shivered, reached down and guided his tool to the box. He nudged it slowly home, and she moaned, "Damn, that's really in there!"
"Good pussy," he grinned, tensing his meat. Fairly snug, already quivering. Might be worth seeing her again. He braced on his knees and hands. "Okay, come up on it, baby."
"Jeeeeesus!" she breathed, getting that limber crotch action working. "It's clear up in my liver!"
"Come off when you want to, baby," he chuckled.
She hunched and rested, her face contorting. "Ohhh, I never had so much prick, honey!"
"After a while you can top it," he grinned.
She whined and started upthrusting again. She tried to hold back, to drag it out, but she was too far into her goodies. Her big tits arched, her face grew taut, her fine plump ass jiggled excitingly. The first twang of her fun bow shook her hard. Her cunt squeezed, then started spasming with more enthusiasm than he'd really expected for a girl her age. "Uhh, uh, ahhhhhhh-ohhhhh, ohhh!"
He gave her one big stroke and then kept it rammed deep while she shook and whimpered and dug her fingers at his arms. Not too bad at all. Not in it with Linda, though. She hunched and finally softened, her flushed face relaxing.
"Boy, you can have this pussy whenever you want it, you horse!" "I'll be around again one of these days, baby."
"You'd better be!" She glanced at the bathroom door and whispered. "If you don't want to bring Linda I can line up a real young fox I know. Just turned eighteen."
He chuckled, and drew out. She sighed, staring at his prick. Linda came out of the John, giggled, and crawled on the bed at Terri's right.
"I believe I heard some chick having her goodies!" Linda said, watching Matt. He was sitting back on his heels. She was all fresh again, eager for cock. Pussy was fun, but prick really was oodles better. And he was her date for this-day.