Crystal opened the door to her apartment – and stopped cold. Someone was in her place, and it wasn't Leaf, or Leaf's friends. Leaf would not be back soon – maybe not all night. It was one of those New York nights when you stayed up till dawn, slept for two hours, and went to work, full of life and saturated with the pleasure of the night before.
No, someone was in here, and it was wrong. She felt a surge of fear. She had a gun, but it was in her bedroom, by the bed. That was the room she feared. There was no one out here.
She almost turned and fled her place for the night. There were friends, or even a hotel room. But the rooms remained silent, still…
At last she crept forward, her heart pounding. There was a light turned on in her bedroom. She peered around the door…
And jumped into the room with an angry cry: "What the Devil do you think you're doing?"
Gunnar Strand rested comfortably in her bed. He was naked. He was propped up by pillows, still reading a newspaper. In fact, it looked like the same paper he'd had in the C-M company apartment shortly before. He wore the same cool look on his face. Somehow he'd beaten her here.
"What am I doing here, Crystal? Waiting for you," he said.
She marched into the bedroom and stared down at him.
"I know. You want sex."
"Well, now, I'm not likely to sleep well without it," he said. "I've spent the whole evening watching other men maul your lovely body and restraining myself. First at the dinner, then at the C-M place. There's a limit as to what a human body can stand."
"You made me have sex with Hunt and Weber. Now you can go whistle."
"That's cruel, and no way to treat a business partner," he said.
"I'm done up," she said. "Sexually used, abused and exhausted. All for your cause."
"Yours, too."
"Mine is sensible. Yours will send us to prison."
"Good. You haven't paid for your last crime," he said.
She began to undress.
"Please get out of my bed. If you have to rest, there's the other bedroom. Leaf won't be back for a while."
"I need sex."
He stared hungrily at her body. She was down to her panties and bra.
"Too bad. You can masturbate. I'll turn my head."
She looked at him defiantly. She stripped off her bra and let her big, full breasts hang free. Then she scooted down her panties and stood there, stark naked, watching the lump in the covers rise, aware of the sexiness of her body to the man who hadn't gotten it off.
She got into bed on the other side from him.
"I can take you, you know," he said.
"You're such a phony," she said. "I wondered how you could play so cool. You're not cool. You just hid it. You wanted me as much as the others. Maybe more."
He flushed. "You're a conceited little shit."
"Go on, smother me in compliments. As a matter of fact, I'm getting the idea my body is pretty good."
"Dammit, Crystal, I need sex."
She laughed. "You – begging? After you made me roll out the barrel for two other men, practically strangers?"
"That's different. It's part of the plan."
"And what's this, Gunnar? The equivalent of a hot cup of cocoa so his majesty can sleep better?"
He jumped up and got out of the bed.
"Fuck you, you stupid little broad. I don't need sex that bad."
She merely grinned as he glowered at her, reaching for his shorts.
"No, Gunnar, not this time. You led me around by the nose all evening. You were always one step ahead of me. But this time I'm onto your game."
"What's my game?"
"Playing soft guy, begging guy, to see if you can con me on my blind side. You don't have to beg sex of me. No way. You know I'll fuck your brains out for a week, just to stay out of jail. But you have to work all your cons to see how much you can control me. You pretend indifference, which gets to a proud woman, then whiz over to my place and pretend humble needs. I get to see you crumble before my eyes as you plead and beg. I give in. You go home with another one of my scalps in your belt. You've conned me hard by forcing and conned me soft by trapping."
He glared at her a moment longer. Suddenly he grinned.
"Well now," he said softly. "It turns out you're sharper than I thought."
He walked over to the bed. She took hold of his stiff cock.
"How would you like it? Soft or hard?"
"I'm flexible."
"It looks to me like you're ramrod stiff." She laughed and sucked his prick into her mouth. She was delighted to have spotted his phony begging game. The guy was real dangerous the way he used all the emotions. But where was the real Gunnar?
His cock tasted good. It felt good in her mouth. She felt a rush of emotion.
"Gunnar, I'm not like you!" she cried, releasing his steady blade for a moment. "I react to a loving penis. I like cock. I turn on to it. I like it in my mouth and I like it in my cunt. It scares me because it ruins me."
"Every woman's afraid of liking it too much."
"Every woman isn't stuck with a body that won't stop. Oh, I know that sounds conceited, but I'm made aware daily how many guys want to prong into me."
He took hold of her head and fucked his rod into her mouth.
"I've got to get it off."
She withdrew, squeezing the big, hard jong with her fist, relishing the hardness and the soft skin glazed with honey saliva.
"Gunnar, you're all prick," she said. "You don't have any human feelings. You're probably a crazy psychopath."
"I love you. I'm crazy about it. I dream of you, honey, day and night. I hide it behind this psycho exterior."
"You see? That's what I mean. Behind your great male bod, you're a weird-o, a freak, and you've only got one oar in the water. We'll end up in prison for life."
"Oh, shit," he said. "The truth is, Crystal, I sort of like you."
"Wow. We made it all the way to first base."
She bent her head and began to suck. The cock dug into her mouth and he groaned in pleasure. At least give him that. In sex he was real. She sucked gloriously on the cock, giving him lots of tongue and masturbating the shaft down below so he got good prick skin movement. He let out a string of sexed-up groans.
Her body felt weird. The evening had been a long, erotic one, with the masturbation and oral sex at the restaurant and then the exhausting romp at the apartment. Then came the in-between rest on the taxi ride home – and here was Gunnar and more sex.
She began to think that as long as he was around, her life was going to be one orgasm after another. Left to her own devices, she'd managed with only one trip with Sydney Martin and lots of space after that. This way she was falling into a bottomless well.
The worst of it was, she couldn't stop her body from responding. She wasn't sure she liked Gunnar very much at all. The real man was too shadowy and extremely dangerous for her. Yet here she lay in her bed sucking his cock as if she were the luckiest girt in New York. Woooieee!
He pushed into the bed beside her. He turned her around into sixty-nine position, with his head to her cunt and her head to his cock. He dove his mouth into her cunt. Her belly gave a great golden surge, her head went back, and she yammered in pleasure.
"Oh, my God – you're doing me – sucking meee – eating my poor, dirty, used up miserable cunt off…"
"Mmmm. Your mind's dirty. Your cunt's delectable. It gives off the sweetest girl honey I ever tasted. It's pink and innocent and warm and friendly."
"Well, now," she said, using his speech peculiarity, "in that case you can chew the happy little thing right out of my body because it – does – feel – good. Oh, so good. Ahhhhh!"
She bucked her loins and took her suck happily, feeling incredible rushes of joy. Was all this crazy fucking and sucking ever going to stop? But it was heavenly, even at the hands, or mouth, of a mad, creepo-psycho.
"Ahhh, Gunnar, it's a golden needle up my spine! I am sucked!"
He laughed. "You're worse than your friend, Leaf, who is one huge, quivering clitoris. That girl is so vulnerable she melts and flows down the sidewalk, scooping up pricks from everywhere."
"I know. And you plan to use her."
"Tomorrow night, Crystal. Or rather tonight. I want the both of you alone in this apartment with the phone shut off. I'll reveal our master plan."
"Yes, mighty master."
"You'll say anything to get your stupid little cunt licked."
"Unfortunately that's true. Where's your prick? I lost it. Oh – there it is – come here, prick. I have a bowl of prick food for you to nuzzle in." She sucked his big blade back into her mouth, savored the busy tongue on her cunt, and sighed happily. Tomorrow they'd have their heads chopped off, but tonight all was happy orgasms.
There was a silence as the room filled with rich slurping sounds, tongues digging and sucking and lashing and teasing, her cunt running wet and hot, his cock throbbing and easing out preseminal fluid, satiny and pure.
She began to cry very softly. It was a weird feeling, crying and sucking on a cock at the same time. Her body felt sad and very sexy. She was the doomed woman of all the ages and her body was her downfall, surging and singing with the joy of elemental love and sex, paying for its ecstasy by the surrender of her mouth to the dominating male prodder, eating it tenderly and harshly, making it squeeze so tight and so hard that it drove the male owner crazy.
"Oh, my God, what a suck. Crystal, you're turning my guts to boiling liquid. Everything inside's melting and falling into the soup to be blasted out into space. Uuuuuuu, that feels sooo good!"
"Go, tiger, I'm one scream from extinction," she murmured, and felt her belly rise to the most massive orgasm of the evening. She was on the final trail now, her body twisting and writhing in heavenly ecstasy from the reaming of his thrusting tongue.
"Oh, Gunnar, can't take it. Please stop…"
She didn't want him to stop. She wanted to rush screaming out in space, explode her belly and all her insides in one final, doomsday orgasm and die right here in her bed, one large mass of fucked out girl, who'd achieved the world class orgasm of all time. Her surrender would become a legend, the only time in the world's history that a woman's cunt shot right out of her body and zoomed around space clipping and squeezing, leaving an empty shell behind.
"Damn – I'm hot!" she whined.
He was right along with her. Tonight she was so extremely sexual that every move she made on his prick was delicious. She dug her teeth in – just so. She licked with her tongue – just right. She applied the pressure elegantly. It felt to him like his penis was going to peel through the skin and the red, living meat was going to slip right out into her mouth and down her throat, followed by his balls and his pipes, and his prostate. His insides would explode and pour down her throat in a death ecstasy of great feeling.
"Baby – you suck – oh, how you're sucking me."
She couldn't stop crying and the release to her nerves made her cunt feel platinum elegance. It was coming now… the big one, the world stopper.
"Here – you go!" she screamed.
He stopped and lifted his head in amazement to feel the way her body locked. He'd never experienced a female in such iron tension. Her soft body suddenly froze in tight muscular paralysis, her eyes widened, and her butt tensed as she arched up to lift his weight off the bed. She gave a cry: "Hoooo – arrrrr."
It sounded like someone had driven a knife right into her heart, except that the quavering, quivering sound was great pleasure.
"Oooohhhh!" she gasped, tears streaming down her face.
Her cunt gave a soft squeeze. Then another. And another. At that point he had his finger up that sweet passage so he felt it all. Her cunt suddenly went berserk. The strong clips and spasms were so powerful that it almost closed her tunnel.
"Gunnar -save me!" she wept, squeezing his arms with her hands. She tossed her head in exquisite pleasure as her nerves ripped right out of her body, it seemed, in massive jerks of golden joy. Only by half-fainting was she able to stand the rush of good feeling that threatened to convulse her whole belly and paralyze her entire body.
It was special all right, he thought, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise. This woman had a sexuality that wasn't to be believed. After a whole night of sex, she could perform like this.
She floated away, a total animal, lost to herself and the world in the pleasure of her big orgasm, finishing one run, only to start another. Again and again she came, but finally he saw that she tapered on each run. It didn't look so good for his own cocksuck – her body used itself up so furiously that she'd have little energy left to eat him off.
At last she sighed and went limp. Her eyes were completely unfocused, as if she'd had a shot of a drug, but he could sense that her whole body was immersed in exquisite after pleasure.
He grunted and got up, and slid his prick into her mouth, not expecting much.
He was wrong. The girl took his blade easily and sucked it with a hot demand suck, as if her automatic nervous system was in perfect control. He rose right up to glory.
"You little devil. Nothing stops the sex," he gasped.
He held her head. He looked down on her beautiful face. He felt the rapture creep up his legs from his toes as he watched his prick reaming in and out of that beautiful mouth, sticking the shaft with sexy saliva. The tickle went to a rush and that went to a soaring sensation of good feeling. When it reached his cock, he exploded.
"Ahhhhh – eeeeeee," he gasped.
Hot shots of scorching sperm scoured into her mouth. She took it down as he spurted, and he gave soft cries of wonder. All evening he'd waited for this happy culmination, and the relieving rushes were fantastic. Spurt, spurt, spurt – right into her mouth, down her throat, and into her body. He owned her and used her, laying his seed deep inside of her, rinsing off great gushes of splendor.
"Feels – sooo – goood," he had to gasp.
He relaxed and that felt best of all, first furious bursts over and then powerful, spurting squirts of manhood delivered without effort and with a maximum of glowing joy along his shaft and in his belly.
He slid his cock forward and in her spent condition she let him take all of her throat, the walls gripping his cock in slippery sexiness. He shot off the last of his sperm, feeling like he wanted to follow it down that beautiful passage and turn her into some kind of a permanent golden statue. He gave his last spurts and pulled back so that she could breathe. He collapsed beside her. It had been rather more of a hot run than he'd expected and the euphoria was so good that he fell asleep on the spot in deep and dreamless rest…
It was the next night and Leaf Campbell faced Crystal and Gunnar in Crystal's living room.
"But I don't want to work in a bank!" Leaf cried. "I've got a good job with Sydney in Domino Personnel. I just got the job – now you want me to leave."
"We're through with the computer work at Domino," explained Crystal. It was true in more ways than one. She had already canceled the fake check setup at Domino, letting the machine take the blame as a start-up error. She went on to explain to Leaf that the new assignment was with the C-M Bank.
"You'll work in the Trust Department," said Gunnar. "It's a very nice job."
"Look," said Leaf. "I appreciate what you've done for me, getting that first job. But Mr. Martin's been a pain. I have to turn him down for sex all the time. Those bankers we were out with last night – they'd like to start something with me. I'd have two, or maybe four, instead of just one man to turn down. Not that I don't appreciate the free dinners and the nightclubs."
Gunnar and Crystal exchanged glances. Gunnar sauntered over to the girl.
"Leaf, we're working toward a very important thing. If it works, you'll have a lot more than a small job in a big company. Against that an occasional sex night is nothing."
She looked from one to the other. Crystal seemed subdued tonight, worn out. Crystal wore one of her silver jumpsuits and looked great, but she had a sort of, well, quietness, as if she'd had a lot of sex. Leaf trusted her, but she didn't trust this strange new man Crystal had.
"Is it something dishonest?" she asked.
Gunnar started to deny it, but Crystal said: "Completely."
"Oh, my goodness!" said Leaf. "I can't do anything like that."
Gunnar made a gesture to Crystal, who sighed and rose.
"Leaf, Gunnar wants to talk to you alone. I think you should listen to him. I'll be in the bedroom."
When she was gone, Leaf stared nervously at Gunnar, who walked up to her and stood close. She lowered her gaze. She looked like a sexy little innocent standing there. She'd worn a black dress, sheer dark pantyhose, and high heels.
Gunnar put his hand under her chin and lifted her head. When it came up he stared at her weak, sensual lips, then kissed her. She stiffened and tried to step back. His arms closed around her. She struggled ineffectually while he planted a second kiss on her mouth, wetter than the first. She moaned and her mouth clung to his for a moment before she pulled back.
On the third kiss, he folded the girl into his arms to hold her tight. One hand went down to squeeze and knead her curving buttocks. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and chased her trembling, pink tongue, which had nowhere to hide. She came forward to the French kiss and the fondling to make a surprised protest in her throat. Her warm flesh pressed against him while her breathing became ragged in excitement. Her arousal had an electric effect on him. It was as if his prick literally jumped up in his pants, straining to get at her soft belly.
"Ahhh, no," she gasped at last, pulling back. Her cheeks looked flushed and her eyes looked glowing and randy.
He kissed her again and this time felt right around the inside of her crotch to dig a hand into her cunt. The girl surged up against him with a cry of sexuality. While his finger dug into her soft girl passage, she undulated on his fingers as if commanded by an unseen force. They locked in thrilling sex contact as he worked his cock freely on her belly and jogged her cunt through her dress.
"Oh, great Heavens!" she cried, pulling free at last.
He let her pull out of his arms. He stood there staring at her.
In confusion she said: "Do you mean I'm supposed to make love to you, too, Mr. Strand?"
He caught her dress and lifted it, pulling it clear up to her waist. She gave a little scream, but he said: "You're wet, Leaf. Already you're excited. I can see a patch of girl need straining your panties."
"You don't want to be an easy target, do you, Leaf? You want to be like other girls who don't get handled and fondled. Yet men do bold things to you that they don't to other girls."
"It drives me crazy!" she exploded. She pulled her skirt away from him to cover what she thought was her shame.
"Leaf – you show vulnerability – in the way you walk, in the way you look, in the way you act. Your brain says 'no', but your body says 'I want sex'."
"I know – but I don't really want it so much. Or do I? Do I?" She really looked scared.
He smiled. "Relax. It won't kill you, Leaf. No, somehow you got the idea that your only value in this world is your hot little tunnel. Especially to men. If you can fuck a man, he'll be nice to you and won't hurt you. So a man looks cross-eyed at you and you drop your panties."
"They drive me crazy. Sometimes when we start it I don't even care."
"How would you like to get over that. Stop men from using you. Tell 'em 'no'. Never have sex unless you really want to?"
"I know I have to do that," she said, hanging her head.
"Crystal and I can help you do that," he said. "But we need your help, too. You help us – we'll get you to a place you want to be. You'll be able to say 'no' all day long. Pretty soon they won't look at you in that special way they do now."
"I'd like that."
"You need that. Leaf, you couldn't be a hooker. You'd be afraid to ask for money. Instead, if you don't have friends, your life will be taken over by selfish and surly men who'll use you and dump you until you've lost your looks and nobody will care."
She shivered at his dark prediction of her possible doom. It was easy to see that the same idea had crossed her mind more than once.
"Well, if you and Crystal can help – I trust Crystal. I like Crystal," she said.
He slapped her fanny. "Good. Go into the bedroom and talk to her now."
She fled gladly. Gunnar Strand was one of those men she couldn't stand up to for a single second, for some reason.
She found Crystal in the bedroom, laying on the bed. Crystal had removed her jump suit and lay there in her bra and panties. She stared up at the ceiling, eyes seeing something far away. Leaf stopped momentarily, thinking something was wrong, but Crystal beckoned. Leaf advanced to the bed shyly. Crystal was so fabulous looking, especially near-naked as she was at this moment. Those high beautiful breasts, that flat belly, those exquisitely curved thighs and legs, small feet. And, of course, there was her beautiful face and incredible hair. No woman should have such beauty. A photographer could walk right in the room and take a picture of her on the bed, and it could go right into one of the big magazines as a center spread.
Leaf looked behind her apprehensively, but the door remained closed. Gunnar had not followed.
Leaf sat gingerly on the bed by her friend. Crystal took her hand.
"Leaf, would you sleep with a man who was married?"
"Why, I…" Leaf looked surprised, and then giggled. "I'm afraid I probably have, Crystal. Maybe more than once."
"That's adultery according to the moral code. It's even against the law."
"Well I…"
Crystal squeezed her hand.
"You see, Leaf, my father's company destroyed his lungs many years ago. He didn't know it. They didn't know it at the time. But when he got old he had no money for medical care and he couldn't hold a job. Who else owed it to him, except the company. They could do something about it – just a few thousand dollars. They wouldn't. I got mad. I took money from them and gave it to him. He had it better until he died, but it still cost him ten years of his life."
"Oh – I didn't know – I'm so sorry."
"Maybe the company didn't owe him. Legally I was wrong but I did it. They found out – they want to catch me, and I'll go to prison."
"Oh, Crystal!"
"Leaf, I can return that money and not go to prison!" Crystal's hand gripped Leaf's. "Gunnar has a scheme that won't mean stealing at all – but it is illegal. We need your help."
"Well, I – I…"
Crystal pulled Leaf down and hugged her.
"Will you help – please?"
Leaf wanted to cry. She was a sentimental type anyway and Crystal's story was so sad. She hugged Crystal back and felt tears slip down her cheeks. She admired Crystal so much! Crystal was her one true friend and maybe she and Gunnar could do what she couldn't – keep all those wolves off her back.
"Sure, I'll help," said Leaf. "You know I will."
She buried her face on Crystal's shoulder. Crystal was like having a powerful big sister, even a mother. Crystal was sexy, too. Leaf got a secret kick out of feeling Crystal's warm, near-nude body plastered to hers. They lay there in silence, hugging and Leaf's tears dried, while her breathing became deeper. Crystal was so warm and lovely.
Crystal stroked Leaf's back and gently kissed her cheeks. Her long fingers trailed over Leaf's velvety flesh, to settle under her chin to turn Leaf's face up. Crystal's soft, curving mouth closed on Leaf's. Leaf felt a thrill in her belly but was ashamed. Crystal only wanted to tell her she loved her.
Crystal nibbled under Leaf's throat and down to the soft spot where the girl's neck joined her shoulder. Leaf shivered in ecstasy – it was one of her most erotic spots. Crystal undid Leaf's blouse, laid it back, and gently cupped one of Leaf's meaty breasts in its bra case. Leaf felt a deep rush from her nipple, which stood to attention at once.
Once again Crystal's mouth sought hers. This time Leaf felt a daring devilish tongue probe at her lips, which made her heart begin to pound. Her cunt warmed up. Oh, it was terrible to be such a ninny about touching flesh. All she could ever think of was sex, sex, sex! She hoped Crystal didn't know that this attention sexed Leaf up.
Crystal's tongue slipped inside Leaf's mouth. Leaf wanted to be cool about it, but she had gotten so hot that she sucked eagerly on Crystal's probing tongue and sought honey saliva from her friend. She moaned.
With Crystal's hand on her breast, stroking, and Crystal's tongue in her mouth probing, Leaf felt the sweet distress of rising sexuality. She wanted to pull back so as not to embarrass her friend, but the sugary kiss was too delicious. She felt Crystal's incredible breasts pressing on her body and that excited her more.
She finally broke free with a gasp.
"Is this – all right?"
Crystal's face had a curious look to it. Those large green eyes were luminous and hungry. Exciting. There was the faintest of a rose blush on her cheeks.
"We give our embraces – our juices – our bodies to men all the time," said Crystal. "Why not hold back a little for ourselves now and again!"
"Oh, yes!" cried Leaf.
It was fabulous to hug and kiss and feel all sexed up and delicious and not have to present her body for some man's stiff cock! She relaxed as Crystal, moving slowly, tenderly, took off her bra to expose Leaf's small, full breasts.
Leaf held her breath. She feared she'd break the golden spell if she said the wrong thing or made a wrong move.
Everything was fine. Crystal dug her hand into Leaf's nude tit and Leaf gave a deep gasp of pleasure, while Crystal's breath hissed.
"That -feels so goooood," Leaf went.
"You have a beautiful body," said Crystal.
She bent her head. Leaf had to choke back a cry of hot desire. Crystal's mouth closed on her nipples, making her arch her belly toward Crystal's and experience a stunning sex thrill throughout her body.
"Oh, Crys-Crystal," whispered Leaf. "That does feel good – but – but…"
"But – what?"
Crystal lifted her beautiful head, that looked creamy and hot.
"You – you – might make me c-c-c-cum," stuttered the girl. "Oh, oh, oh."
"Silly girl!" laughed Crystal. "We're only a couple of innocent females playing a little game."
"I know."
"You're a million miles from juicing," said Crystal. "Look!"
She ran a hand up under Leaf's skirt and boldly felt her cunt. Leaf's sex box already boiled with desire. Her girl syrup had stained her crotch, her inner thighs, and her pubic hairs. As soon as Crystal's hand touched her pelvic area she arched against the hand with a grunt of pleasure.
"I – kinda wet," she apologized.
"No reason to wet your clothes," said Crystal.
She pulled up Leaf's dress, causing Leaf to raise her arms and lose it. Crystal next pulled down Leaf's panty hose and panties, stripping her. Her bra was already gone. Leaf let herself be undressed, heart thumping. It looked like Crystal wanted to do – other things.
"Do you like my breasts, Leaf?"
Leaf closed her eyes and nodded, her pulse fluttering.
When she opened them again one of Crystal's heavenly globes, naked, descended to her mouth. She gave a glad cry and sucked on the hard pink ripple. Her hand eagerly sought the other naked breast. Oh, Crystal's silken flesh felt fabulous – warm ivory.
It was Crystal's turn to give a gasp of pleasure as Leaf's teeth and tongue gave her nipple hot service. Crystal slid on top of the smooth, naked woman's body. She felt down the soft belly and located Leaf's cunt. It was oily with sex need. Crystal put the heel of her hand on the pelvic bone and dipped her fingers into the hot, wet flesh.
The result astonished her. Down below, Leaf's hot little box crushed eagerly against her hand, the clit almost forced on her fingers. Leaf undulated hotly from her waist down, like a sinuous trapped snake. Up above she sucked one of Crystal's breasts and her hot hand kneaded the other.
Leaf's dark eyes widened and then became glazed. Her cunt forced against Crystal's hand. She gave up her first token of sexuality in light, quick throbs of orgasm.
It drove Crystal almost out of her mind.
"You sexy little piece," she said in a husky voice. "You're the most fuckable girl animal that ever walked the streets of New York."
"Ah, Crystal, ah, ah, ah," moaned the helpless girl, twisting under her.
Crystal felt enormously stirred. Much as she wanted to help Leaf, she clearly understood the high sex flames that seemed to burn eternally in the girl's box. No wonder men went for it. That dainty little cunt literally begged for finger, mouth or cock, that was all there was to it.
With such a sex-prone girl it was no embarrassment to feel right up Leaf's cunt and thrill to the physical evidence of a hot female expiring in sexual surrender. The velvet, hot passage clipped on her finger, giving off positive tokens of the result of her lovemaking.
Crystal was also aware that the bedroom door was open and had been open for several minutes now as Gunnar feasted his eyes on the sight on the bed.
Crystal leaned over Leaf again. The dark-haired girl had finished her light orgasm and her eyes opened, glowing, sane and clear. Crystal laughed and kissed her on the mouth, a friendly wet kiss.
"You little pig. You stole an orgasm before I knew what was going on."
Leaf grinned shyly. "It's your breasts, Crystal. I've always been crazy to touch 'em. Now to feel them, hug 'em and love 'em – it was just too much. I mean, you know. Girls get curious as to how other girls feel to men. You look at somebody and wonder what kind of stuff she likes and how she lets her men use her. Do I make sense?"
"You do. Now, my hot little pigeon, you're going to get a chance to play the bigshot lover all on your own for once. In other words, instead of getting fucked, you're going to do the fucking. I'll even let you take off my panties before you suck me."
Leaf sat up. "You'd -let me do that?"
"Just tonight, honey. Just this once. So we both know what it feels like."
Crystal arranged herself, lying back on the bed.
Eyes, glowing in joy at the chance to be the aggressor for a change, Leaf first mounted Crystal's body, as if she were a man about to plug the Scandinavian blonde. She bent over and began to kiss Crystal on the mouth. Crystal went slack and let the hot little tongue dig into her mouth. Leaf was cute and Leaf was sexy even as the aggressor. There was something so incredibly hot and human about the sexed-up ball of fire that Leaf was.
Crystal was already hot. The seduction of Leaf had fascinated her from the very first touch. In fact, she wasn't sure whether she'd seduced Leaf or whether it was the other way around. It just seemed like once you hugged Leaf a fuck was on the way, whether you were animal, human, fish or fowl!
It was the tyranny of the weak, thought Crystal. Some women said "no" to men – and saved them from the exhaustion of durable cunts. Others said "yes, yes, yes," until the poor guy wore himself out and felt he'd lost his manhood because he could never satisfy an insatiable box.
Crystal lay in naked splendor while Leaf, on top, kissed down the blonde's body. The tongue, the little dabs of saliva, the hot breath, made Crystal shiver with delight. She could turn her head and see Gunnar, himself naked, watching the lesbian scene with hot eyes, his cock rock hard. Leaf did not know they were being watched, which amused Crystal. She found it delicious to put on this exhibition for the man.
Lower and lower crept Leaf's tongue, making Crystal's belly hotter and hotter. The tongue twined through the forest of Crystal's pubic hair and reached her cunt. Crystal held her breath. Would Leaf be able to apply the full girl suck to her box?
She needed to have no fear. Leaf was in a high erotic state, unable to turn off the sex if she wanted to. She did not want to. She opened her mouth, covered Crystal's love lips, and gave a succulent inhalation, spearing her tongue inside Crystal's wet, swollen box.
"Wow!" gasped Crystal. "That's deee – lish – usssss!"
She gyrated her loins in pleasure at this bold attack of her girl lover. Sweeps of hot sex rushed up from her belly as Leaf found the target and tongue-stroked the hot clit inside Crystal's cunt.
"You can take me," cried Crystal happily. "Oh, Leaf,you can take meeeee."
Leaf couldn't answer, but she sucked harder on the victimized cunt.
Crystal did not consider that she was lesbian. She did realize that she had a hot, erotic makeup, not much different from Leaf's, except that hers was under better control. When she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the full pleasure of the sex, she couldn't tell if it were a man or a woman who sucked her – except that Leaf, as a girl, had a better sense of how to treat her clit-ravishing.
"Uh, Uh, Uh," said Crystal. "You're… girl fucking… meeee." She had to push back on Leaf's head to ease the pressure somewhat, because her hot lover shot thrills up her cunt almost too fast to stand. Yet it was fabulous to be crowded like this into high, hot belly thrills.
"Ha -hoooo – I feel it – I feel it!"
Leaf made happy sounds in her throat. After so much sex where she was the one on the bottom as a junior partner in following, not leading, she called the tune. She sucked in a circle of Crystal's pink cunt flesh, that contained the sheathed little clitoris. She laved alongside the small sex mound with an exquisite sense of just how much Crystal could stand. The result was fantastic. Crystal's whole, gorgeous body writhed in hot passion, Crystal crying "Oh, Oh, Oh," as Leaf controlled her just by tongue brushing her aroused clit.
Leaf sucked the pouring, hot juices out of Crystal's cunt, relishing the pungent flavor of the other woman. A thousand times she'd wondered what another woman's cunt tasted like, and now she had the privilege of finding out. In her own hot rising to new desire, it was delicious.
"I can d-drink your sexy well dry," she gasped to Crystal.
"Drink – eat…" Crystal moaned, bucking faster and faster under the demanding girl tongue.
Maybe it was because the girls performed what was considered a perverted act, but Crystal rose up to a consuming lust much faster than was usual. Each stabbing thrill of her lover's outrageous tongue drove her to more ecstatic joy, her belly burning, her breasts glowing, her thighs and legs working, soft muscles supple under the skin as she gave herself up to the cunnilingus.
"Oh, Leaf, you're doing me sooo well. I can't stand much more – no, it's coming over me… right now. I – uh, uh, uh."
Crystal began to drill her butt up and down in superb rushes of sex as she rushed up to climax. Making hot love to Leaf had given her a good start, but Leaf's eagerness to cunt whip her to glory made short work of any resistance she might have, any reluctance to lose her sexuality to another person of her own sex. She held Leaf's head and rocked off to glory: "Now – it's – piercing my guts – I – am fuuuuuuucked!" she cried out in magnificent tension.
Her spasms of wild pleasure and relief came as she gave hysterical grunts and giggles of completion. Her cunt throbbed in mad pleasure on Leaf's tongue, while Leaf used a finger up the aching, quaking sex passage to ape a cock and add to the thrills.
"Hah-uh, hah-uh, hah-uh," sighed Crystal, working off the sublime relief and the golden good feeling in rich spasms as she gave up her total sex treasure to another woman without shame. She was a sex crazy female when someone started her engine and Leaf took her full measure this time! "Ahhhhh," she went rushing past her peak and tapering into luscious, full after shocks of continuing joy.
Watching the whole action from the door, Gunnar grinned. Crystal had gone along with his idea of winning over Leaf by both persuasion and sex. Crystal had had her fun. Now it was time to have his. He moved up to the bed…