Kelly Brown brushed her hair until it gleamed like molten gold streaked by sunlight, and then slipped into the outrageously expensive little dress she had bought for the occasion. It was stark and simple, the sort of thing that never turned her husband on, but she was sure that John Whitmore would go for it, and even Tom, she knew, would appreciate what the pure uncluttered lines did for her figure, showing off every voluptuous curve and making her look like a million dollars.
She decided not to tell Tom what she'd paid for it, though… he would probably explode and tell her that he only wanted her to look like a million dollars, not to spend it. She stared at herself in the mirror as she applied a light touch of make-up, then ran her finger across the row of perfume bottles on the dressing table, trying to decide between Channel No. 5 or Joy. She decided on the latter, remembering that it was advertised as the world's most expensive perfume. If she was going to look like a million dollars, she might as well smell like it, too. Kelly got up at last, after pinning the small diamond clip that had belonged to her grandmother on her shoulder, and then went downstairs to find Tom.
He was waiting for her in the living room and had been for a good twenty minutes. He gave an admiring whistle as he glanced at her and his eyes roved lecherously up and down as she walked gracefully across the room, the firm little mounds of her ass-cheeks undulating seductively beneath the expensive fabric of the dress.
When she turned around, he stared crudely at her soft full breasts outlined beneath the tight bodice. Christ! His wife had class, he had to admit that. Even in what she was wearing, which wasn't his cup of tea at all, he had to admit that she had class. He sprawled in his chair, an unfinished can of beer in his hand until Kelly asked, "Ready?"
"Let me finish this," he said, nodding at the beer. "Then we can
go."
He gulped it down while Kelly stared at him. She wished that he'd chosen something a little more conservative than what he was wearing, a bright blue-and-brown checked jacket, a green striped shirt and a wide, flowered tie. He would certainly be out of place at a swank restaurant like Pierre's. She wished he'd worn a plain dark suit, the kind she was sure Mr. Whitmore would wear, and then she shrugged. She and Tom were so different, so very different. But then, wasn't that just the reason they had answered that advertisement, just the reason they had made this appointment with the other couple? Of course it was, and she was suddenly impatient to meet the two.
Kelly glanced at the tiny gold watch on her slim wrist. "We'd better leave now, Tom," she said. "John and Penny are probably waiting for us already."
Tom shrugged. "So?" he asked.
"It's not very polite to be late, especially when it's our first meeting with the Whitmores," Kelly said. "Come on, darling."
A surge of anger welled up in the man. Damn it all! Why did his wife have to rub in all the time the fact of her own good breeding, and by implication, his own lack of it.
With a little gesture of annoyance he silenced her. He was impatient to meet this other couple, too, but he wasn't going to let Kelly have her way. "They can wait," he said. "I'm going to have another beer." He got up and went into the kitchen and got one from the refrigerator, plucked at the metal tab and tore it open. And then he gulped it noisily.
He could hear his wife pacing nervously back and forth in the other room. "Let her wait, too," he muttered, but at last he finished the drink, then wiped his hot mouth on the back of his hand. "Okay," he called. "You can cool it, Kelly. I'm ready, too."
He walked into the living room and through it, while Kelly followed contritely. She was sorry she'd offended him again, and it depressed her. But there was a tide of excitement rising in her body nevertheless and her heart beat fast as she climbed into the car.
They drove quickly to the restaurant, Tom maneuvering with skill through the heavy traffic, running the stop lights much to Kelly's consternation. They found a slot in the parking lot behind the restaurant, and Tom eased the car into it, cutting the motor and pocketing his keys. He straightened his tie as he got out, brushing off his jacket. "Well," he said, "here goes."
He strode ahead of Kelly who hurried quickly after him, her high heels beating out an eerie tattoo on the asphalt top. She caught up with him at the door and waited for him to open it for her, ushering her in. But he
hung back and she opened it herself, blushing a little at her husband's lack of manners.
They walked in and looked around, peering through the semi-darkness of the dimly-lit room. In spite of it, the white damask of the tablecloths beyond gleamed like stars in the firmament, the silver sparkled like waves washing against the shore.
Kelly waited for Tom to speak to the head-waiter, who bowed obsequiously in front of her, giving him a cold glance. When he said nothing, she asked for Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore. "We were to meet them here," she explained. "Have they arrived yet?"
The head-waiter glanced again at Tom, obviously undecided as to whether or not to ask him to leave. But when he realized that he really was with Kelly, he decided to let him in. "Yes," he said, still eyeing Tom suspiciously. "They're waiting for you." With a backward glance at Tom that annoyed and embarrassed Kelly, he led the way to a table in the corner.
A distinguished-looking man, still handsome although a few years older than Tom and Kelly, rose to his feet, extending his hand to the young wife. "How do you do, Mrs. Brown," he said. "I'm so glad to meet you." He turned to Tom, shaking his hand. "And Mr. Brown."
"Tom…" he said.
"Tom, then. And I'm John." He turned to the heavily made-up brunette woman still sitting at the table. "And this is my wife, Penny."
"Pleased to meet you," Tom said, nodding in her direction. He slid into a chair as Kelly herself nodded to Penny. And then John held a chair out for her, and she settled herself gracefully on it.
"Drinks?" John asked brightly. He nodded toward the head-waiter who appeared at his side as if by magic, and the older man ordered martinis all around.
Kelly was staring at Penny, trying to find something to say to her. The brunette looked like a chorus girl, Kelly thought. Her features were still lovely, her figure superb, although she found something more than a trifle vulgar about her, about the low cut, flashy red dress she wore, covered with the sort of frills and flounces that Kelly's mother had always pronounced "common". Still, she was a vibrant, alive person, and it was obvious that Tom took to her at once.
Tom was sitting next to her, staring admiringly at Penny, his lips twitching with the merest hint of lasciviousness as he leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. Penny howled with laughter and nudged him with her elbow, leaning forward herself so that the full plump mounds of her white breasts were almost completely exposed. Tom stared at her again, a leer spreading across his face. "Oooops… sorry," Penny laughed at him, pulling her dress up over her breasts, hitching it high. "Sorry."
"No need to be," Tom grinned" I kind of liked the look I got."
"Oh, you…" she burst out laughing again. "You!"
Sitting next to Kelly, John averted his eyes while a faint blush spread over his face. He hid behind the huge menu, studying it until the drinks came, and then put it down to toast the others. They clinked glasses, then sipped the icy concoction. At a signal, slightly raised eyebrows and a whispered consultation with Kelly, John ordered for all.
Kelly picked at her food. It was delicious, but she was almost too thrilled to eat. She felt completely at ease with John, found him delightful and charming, and he excited her, too. She looked forward with bated breath to what would happen later in the evening. He was handsome and just as virile as her own Tom. But he was a gentleman, too, like her father, she thought. And he would never force her to do anything wicked or perverted, the way her husband had a few nights before. Suddenly she was immensely grateful to Tom, though, for having suggested the idea of wife-swapping.
She watched her husband and Penny across the table, saw the flicker of excitement that leapt like an electric spark between the two of them. They would be great for one another, she thought, and she was glad of it. And John Whitmore seemed to be just the kind of person she had always longed for.
He knew just what to order, chose exactly the right wines to go with the meal and even though she would have liked to hurry to their house, she appreciated the brandy he ordered for everyone. But the meal was over at last, the bill paid discreetly by John, the waiters handsomely tipped, and then the party was ushered out, over the carpeting that seemed almost ankle-deep, to the side door that led to the parking lot.
"Why don't you come in my car?" John asked Kelly, indicating his Lincoln. "Give us a chance to get better acquainted. Tom can take Penny back. She can show him the way." He looked at him for his approval, saw him nod enthusiastically. There was once again a hint of lechery about his lips and his eyes roved the length of Penny's shapely legs, then back to the flared hem of her short red dress. She was just his style, he thought, feeling a sudden ache in his loins, a shiver of excitement ripple up his spine.
In the car, Tom watched John and Kelly drive off in a swirl of dust, then started the motor of his own Dart. Impulsively Penny reached over and squeezed his hand. "Oh, honey," she said, breathing heavily, "this is going to be fun."
Another thrill went through Tom and he said, "You're damn right, Penny." Jesus, she was already turning him on, sitting there beside him stroking the palm of his hand as she was now.
Reluctantly he drew it away to maneuver a difficult curve, and Penny let it fall to his thigh. He sucked in his breath, staring at her in the
rear-view mirror, then glanced down at her raven hair. Jesus! His cock was already lurching in his pants, going stiff as a poker while his balls were beginning to ache. Jesus! And they weren't even near the Whitmore place.
Penny's dress had ridden up above her thigh now, and he swallowed hard as he caught sight of the rippling golden skin between the top of her stocking and the edge of her fancy black lace panties. And then she moved closer to him, pressing her bare thigh sensuously against his own. "Honey," she purred seductively, her voice as soft and warm as the fur of a well-fed kitten, "honey, I sure go for you."
The car lurched and Penny's body lurched with it, falling against Tom's shoulder, her firm wide-set breasts brushing his body. Oh, Christ! He was almost ready to fuck her now, ready to drive off the road someplace and park, then put his hand up under her skirt, between those soft warm thighs, insinuate his fingers beneath the edge of her panties until he found the hair-lined slit of her pussy.
He gulped, then shook his head. It would have been great, fucking her there in the back seat of the car, and he would do it one of these days. But that would have to wait. He would try her out first on her own bed, hers and John's, and the knowledge that she shared it with her husband would make the screwing he was going to give her that much better.
He stepped on the accelerator, his palms wet with sweat now as he raced toward the Whitmore home. God, his balls ached like they were crushed in a vise, his loins burned like a house on fire.
They reached the large sprawling house at last, the lights from the front window shining a warm welcome to them and lighting up the curved driveway where Tom parked the car behind John's Lincoln. As he slid from the car, he studied the house. Jesus, what a place! It sure as hell went with the car Whitmore drove.
Penny had descended on her side and started up the flagstone path, bright in the light from the house that mingled with the light from the full moon overhead. "Hurry," she whispered breathlessly over her shoulder as if she, too, could hardly wait for the moment when Tom's strong fingers would explore her voluptuously curved body,. cup her fine firm breasts, trail along the swell of her gold-flecked belly.
She stopped suddenly, spotting a small stick on the path, then leaned over to pick it up. The short skirt she wore flounced up over the twin half moons of her undulating buttocks, giving him a full view of her black lace bikini panties, the fabric caught enticingly in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Christ! He moved quickly toward her, caught her around the waist and pulled her upright, turning her and crushing her to him until her throbbing pussy pressed hard against his aching rigid cock and the hard buttons of her taut little nipples bit into his chest like steel bores. Penny
gave a moan of erotic pleasure that made his flesh break out in goose bumps, and then lifted her head to his. He mashed his lips against the glistening moistness of her mouth and his tongue pried it open, sinking deep into the warm cavern for just a moment. And then, with a wink that was an invitation to all the lewd pleasure in the world, Penny broke away and went on up the walk, her buttocks beneath the red dress undulating gently, signaling still another invitation.
The door was on the latch. and she pushed it open noisily, beckoning Tom to follow her. "John and Kelly must be in the library," she said. "Want to go in?"
"Why not?" Tom shrugged.
Penny led him down the hall to a book-lined room with a huge mahogany desk in it, flanked by a polished leather sofa and a couple of big leather chairs. A log burned in the fireplace at one end, giving off little sparks that snapped like corn-flakes in the mouth. Kelly was sitting near the fire while John stood before a long bar fixing drinks from the bottles on the large silver tray on top of it.
He dropped a couple of chunks of ice into heavy crystal glasses, poured a few fingers of scotch over one, added a squirt of soda and handed it to Kelly. "What's yours?" he asked Penny as she entered the room.
"On the rocks," she said, wrinkling her nose at her husband. "As if you didn't know."
He grinned and poured it for Penny. Then he nodded to Tom. "Your poison?" he asked.
Tom shook his head. Christ, he didn't want to stand around drinking now. He had other things in mind. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I'll take a raincheck on it."
"Oh, come on, Tom," Penny said, rubbing up against him again and sending new bolts of lightning through his quivering body. "You can take it with you if you want."
He grinned sheepishly, wondering what Whitmore thought of the obvious invitation. And then he shrugged. Hell, wasn't that why they'd come here?
"The same," he said, as John poured another for him. He took it with a nod. "Thanks."
Penny Whitmore laughed raucously as he juggled it in his hands. "Come on. Like I said, you can take it with you."
Tom glanced at John who nodded indulgently, then picked up the last of the glasses. Why not? he wondered. Cradling the drink in his hand, he followed Penny out of the room and down the hall… she opened a door near the end of it and went in, switching on the light. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, flanked on either side by small tables.
There was a bureau, too, and a dressing table, all set on a deep-pile white
rug.
Tom Brown crossed it hastily, putting his drink on one of the bedside tables. He took Penny's drink from her hand, over her sputtered protests, and placed that on the table, too. And then, staring lewdly at her he ordered, "Get naked."
"What?" "You heard me!"
Penny shivered apprehensively, her eyes widening in admiration of Tom. John would never have ordered her around that way, never have dared to! She'd hooked up with a real man this time, a man her own type, and she could hardly wait to feel his thick cock skewering deep into her, ploughing back the soft pink flesh of her cunt in small warm ridges, withdrawing, pulling them out with him!
"You heard me!" Tom repeated, stepping forward as if he meant business.
Penny gasped, knowing she had at last met her match and now more than willing to submit. She reached behind her to the zipper that ran from her neck to her waist and struggled, trying to pull it down. "Oh, God," she wailed suddenly. "I can't. It's stuck… it's stuck."
"I'll bet," Tom said cynically.
"It is, Tom. It is!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Help me!"
He stared at her through half-closed eyelids, then stepped forward and yanked viciously at the tiny metal tab at the top. It swooped down, leaving an open path behind it that showed Penny's softly tender skin. There was a sudden sound of ripping fabric and then she gasped. "Oh, God! Now you've torn it!"
"Sure," Tom said laconically.
"But you've torn it!" Penny said again, calculating the cost of repairing the expensive dress. "You've torn it!"
"Yeah," Tom said.
"But don't you care at all what you've done to it?"
"Why should I?"
"Because.. " Penny stammered, surveying the ruins of the dress.
"Because…"
"The hell with 'because'. Take it off!"
Once again Penny was overwhelmed by Tom's blunt arrogance, thrilled by his earthiness. She did as she was told, slipping the dress down off her shoulders, easing it over her hips until it fell to her feet. She stepped out of it and stood before Tom in panties and bra, in stockings and high-heeled black pumps.
"Take your bra off," he ordered, and with a small whimper of protest Penny reached behind her to undo the fastenings there. Suddenly the restricting garment opened and her firm full breasts sprang free.
Tom stepped forward, cupping each in one large hand, then flicked his head forward and down to fasten his mouth over one quivering nipple. His tongue laved at it sensuously and little chills tiptoed across her trembling flesh. And then he nipped at it with his teeth, sending a sharp sensation of pain through her. She yelped and pushed him away, while he grinned obscenely at her… and then he slid his hands beneath the waistband of her lace panties, tugging at them. "Take these off, too!" he ordered.
Penny Whitmore shivered with fearful delight, then did as she was told, rolling the little panties slowly down over her quivering buttocks, her thighs. Once again, as they fell to the floor at last she stepped out of them. And then she stood before Tom wearing nothing but her stockings and her garter belt.
He stepped forward once more and now he ran his hands lewdly over her softly trembling flesh, down from her lovely white shoulders, along the valley between her soft white breasts and over the plane of her belly. They reached the sparse dark triangle of her pubic hair at the base of her belly at last and teased briefly there. And then he placed the flat of each hand against the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs and spread them apart.
Penny stood before him for a moment, almost motionless and then she sucked in her breath. "Tom," she moaned.
"Yeah?" But he had stepped back, taken his hands away from her palpitating flesh.
"Don't," she cried suddenly.
Tom smiled broadly. "Back in a minute," he said. And then he started to tug at his broad, multicolored tie, tearing it off quickly. His shirt came next and then he eased his pants down over his hips. He stood before Penny for a moment in his jockey shorts and she stared in fascination at the obscene bulge beneath them. "Think you'll like that?" he asked, patting it with his huge hand.
"Honey," Penny said, her eyes twinkling with lecherous mirth, "I know I will."
"Okay, let's give it a whirl," Tom told her. He pulled his jockey shorts down and his huge thick cock sprang forth.
Suddenly he sank to his knees and his hands shot out at the same time to part once more her softly quivering thighs. And now he leaned forward, pushing his head between them, opening them wide to his sight. "Oh, God!" Penny gasped. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to suck that sweet little pussy of yours," Tom said.
Penny could think of nothing to say. She sucked in her breath as Tom's tongue shot out, crawling along the soft smooth flesh of her cuntal lips, licking at them with a lascivious delight that set her flesh to creeping. It ran the length of the soft pink folds, darting out from time to time to sink between them, sink deep up into the narrow slit there while she cried out in startled ecstasy.
"Oh, God! Tom, what are you doing? What on earth are you doing?" she squealed.
"I'm sucking your little pink pussy," he said. "Just like I told you I
would. Like it?"
For an answer, Penny merely mewled with pleasure.
"Thought you would," Tom said. "Haven't been getting much good fucking lately, have you?"
Penny shrugged. "What do you think?"
"I think you never got anything as good as what I'm going to throw your way tonight."
Penny laughed harshly. "You may be right," she said.
"Better take care of that then, shouldn't I?" Tom asked. His head flicked forward again and his tongue pressed deep up between the hair-lined lips of her soft moist cunt.
Penny quivered with ecstasy at this unexpected invasion while bolts of white-hot lightning seemed to set her on fire. Tom pushed forward, burying the full length of his flicking tongue deep up between the walls of her hotly throbbing pussy. And then he withdrew it to lick upward, the soft tip of his tongue circling her aching little clitoris, turning it taut and hard with unsatiated passion
He placed his hands firmly against her thighs, his thumbs on the soft fleshy edges of her pussy, opening the pink folds even wider to his slaving tongue. A thrill of the most intense excitement she had ever known swept over Penny's tensed body, and she shuddered uncontrollably, then leaned down to tangle her hands in Tom's slicked down hair, pulling his head deeper into her proffered loins.
Oh, Christ, he thought. She loves this! She really does! His mind flashed back to his wife Kelly, and her reactions whenever he had even faintly suggested some form of lovemaking a little way out of the usual pattern, the way she stiffened with horror, turning cold and withdrawn, repulsing him, making him feel like a heel. Christ! And here was this gorgeous brunette lapping it up like a kitten at a bowl of cream, loving every single second of it!
There was moisture seeping now from between her wide-spread thighs, and he felt her soft wet pubic hair grazing his cheeks as he drove his tongue faster and faster, working it up and down maddeningly. It
slithered deep up into the small opening, retreated, slithered in again while Penny mewled with undisguised pleasure.
Christ, he thought. He couldn't stand this much longer and neither could Penny. He looked at her lewdly, saw that her nipples were taut and hard with erotic excitement, that her full ripe breasts were swollen, throbbing. Any minute now he was going to… "What am I going to do to you?" he asked suddenly.
"Huh?" She seemed to break out suddenly from the spell induced by Tom's wildly flicking tongue against her soft cuntal lips, the world of erotic pleasure that he had created for her, allowed her to enter.
"What am I going to do to you?"
"I… I don't know," she whimpered, startled now.
"Yes, you do. You know I'm going to fuck you. But you know something else, Penny, honey?"
"What?" Her voice was low now, and she moved her loins close to Tom again, trying to pull his head deep into them.
But he moved away, looking up at her, a flash of cruelty in his dark eyes compelling her attention. "You know you're going to beg me to."
A shiver of excitement ran through Penny at the idea of being humiliated by this man who was still little more than a stranger to her, being humiliated in this way! John never would have, she suddenly realized, and yet it was this that she had longed for, longed for ever since the night when she was still a high-school kid, when her date had driven her to an isolated spot off the highway, pulled her little panties off and then rammed his cock so deep and so hard up inside her that she had thought he would split her in two! And now Tom's words were echoing in her ears. "You're going to beg me to."
"Oh, no!" she protested, knowing that she would, of course, and
soon.
"Yes!" Tom understood and went on, willing to play Penny's
game. "Beg!"
"No!"
"Yes!" He reached up suddenly and gave her a sharp swift slap on one quivering ass-cheek. "Beg!"
"No!"
"Yes!" Another sharp slap brought a stifled cry of pain from
Penny.
"No…" she began, then suddenly changed to "Yes… yes, Tom."
"Okay, go ahead!"
Penny ran her hands through his hair again, and leaned forward, her bright eyes shining, her lovely lips half-parted. "Fuck me… fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Put your big fat cock right up inside my cunt, Tom. Ram it in. Oh, God! Fuck me!"
Tom Brown stood up suddenly, seized her by the shoulders and pushed her backward onto the bed. "The pleasure will be mine," he said as she fell onto it, her legs splaying out to reveal again the fleshy hair-lined lips of her cunt, moistly glistening as they quivered with her desire… he dropped to the bed above her, kneeling, straddling her voluptuous white body. His swollen cock jutted forth from his loins, the heavy blood-engorged head aimed straight at the tiny entrance to her vagina.
He pushed forward then, and Penny gasped as she felt the fleshy rod pop through the tight elastic opening, then sweep deep up into the soft moist channel of her cunt. He lunged again and now the blunt rubbery head battered deep into the secret depths of her womb.
Impaled on the thick, lust-stiffened cock, Penny began to writhe and twist, riding up and down on her partner's iron-hard flesh. Tom thrust in an out, withdrawing, plunging in again, withdrawing once. more. His rhythm quickened into long hard strokes, and he began to breathe heavily.
Then, suddenly, he reached down beneath Penny and the mattress, sliding his hand the length of the narrow moist crevice between her white pumping ass-cheeks. He found the tiny puckered hole of her anus then and probed briefly at it. She whinnied with pleasure, then held her breath. In an instant Tom forced his finger tip through the little brown nether ring while Penny sucked in her breath sharply, then moaned with the sudden pain that caused her so much pleasure, too. And now, as she became accustomed to this new and unnatural invasion, she began to writhe and twist again, screwing her flaming rectum back onto his finger tip, her burning cunt onto the hard thick shaft of his throbbing cock.
Tom continued to fuck in and out, matching the rhythm of his plunging finger to that of his rampaging penis that sank deep up into her
belly.
Close to ecstasy now, Penny reached down beneath his thighs to take his lust-inflated balls between her hands, cradling them in her soft smooth palms, cupping and squeezing them until he too groaned. And then he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer. Jesus! She was stroking his balls until he thought he would go out of his mind. He could feel the white-hot sperm churning there, ready to explode, ready to shoot the length of his penis, to gush forth deep up inside her quivering white belly.
He plunged in again, tortured by the ache and throb and anguish in his loins. And then at last the welcome relief came and his thick boiling cum spurted in a burning, jet-like stream while he quaked and pumped, his body pounding against hers.
"Oh, oh, oooooohhhhh, God, don't stop… I'm cumming!" Penny moaned, trembling beneath Tom's rapidly fucking weight.
He felt her tense as she came to her own climax, heard her groan in her overwhelming joy. And then a shudder racked her spasming body,
convulsing her as her own wet cuntal warmth seeped from the walls of her vagina, bathing his still crazily jerking cock.
They rocked back and forth together, clinging to one another in the moment of their fulfillment. And then at last, both sighing heavily, they relaxed, their bodies spent, exhausted. Tom sighed again, then withdrew his now deflated penis, rolling over to lie beside Penny's outstretched body. She turned toward him, cradling her head on his shoulder, and then she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Tom, lying beside her, ran his finger gently across her still warmly excited body. Jesus, he thought. This was better than he'd thought it would be… she was fantastic!
Meanwhile, in the study, John Whitmore refilled Kelly Brown's glass and watched her sip its contents contentedly. She was a beautiful woman he told himself once more. A beautiful blonde not that his wife Penny wasn't beautiful, he added hastily. She was gorgeous, too.
But Kelly had a certain something extra, and he identified it as breeding. And then he hated himself for being such a snob, but he couldn't help it, he admitted to himself. He'd been brought up that way after all. And so had Kelly!
John wondered for a moment what she would be like in bed, then laughed inwardly. He was going to find out, wasn't he? Wasn't that why she was here?
Of course it was, and he smiled benevolently at the lovely young woman, nodding toward the highball he had just mixed for her. "Is it all right?" he asked solicitously.
"Oh, yes. Quite," Kelly said, smiling gently.
"Enough ice?"
"Yes, thank you." "Enough soda?"
"Yes," Kelly said. "It's perfect, John…" She felt a little ill at ease at calling this handsome and distinguished man by his first name when she knew him so slightly. But the idea that she would soon go to bed with him amused her and she smiled again, her eyes crinkling up, her perfect nose wrinkling slightly. "John," she repeated, staring at him almost insolently for a moment, then dropping her eyes demurely.
"Kelly," he murmured, letting his eyes rove over her. She was exquisite, he thought. Absolutely exquisite. Her figure was perfect, her
breasts high and firm, her waist slender, tiny, her hips flaring. She turned and crossed the room to take a canape from the silver tray on the bar.
Whitmore stared, his mouth suddenly dry, He licked his lips, breathing heavily. God; he'd never seen anyone so graceful, never seen anyone so sensuous and yet so unobtrusive about it. She was just what the doctor ordered, he told himself passionately, just what he'd been waiting for all these years. And now he'd found her. Why wait any longer? There was no reason to, he thought, stepping forward, taking her glass from her and setting it down on the top of the bar.
Kelly looked surprised and opened her mouth as if to protest, but suddenly John flicked his head forward, fastening his mouth on her warm moist lips. She recoiled involuntarily, and then relaxed, letting him press his loins up against her pelvis, parting her lips willingly as his tongue darted out to probe at them, then press between them.
It found hers and swirled around it, then shot forward deep into her throat until Kelly was afraid he would choke her. She struggled briefly against him, gasping for breath. And then when she caught it she relaxed, feeling the little darts of pleasure shoot deep into her as John crushed her to him, mashing her firm little pointed breasts, the nipples hard as diamonds, against his chest.
Kelly felt a tingling in her pussy, the beginning of a moistness there that she could hardly comprehend. She wished desperately that it would go away and then knew that only John could make that happen; at the same time she knew that she wanted just that… that she wanted to submit to him completely as she had never wanted to submit to her own husband… she felt his fingers pressing into the soft white flesh of her shoulders, felt his hands as they slipped beneath the neckline of her dress, then down to the ripe mounds of her breasts.
He slid them gently beneath the sheer fabric of her brassiere and then he began to stroke her soft skin; Gently, tenderly, but relentlessly too he went on, until the tingling between Kelly's legs grew and spread throughout her quaking young loins.
She pressed her soft white thighs together in a desperate effort to quell the agonizing quivering there, the little flames that seemed to lick at her most secret parts, then to set on fire even her narrow cuntal passage. The flames of desire spread through her helpless flesh, and she mewled with pleasure as the pressure of John's fingers against her softly ripe breasts increased, as he cupped them now, kneading them until new bolts of excitement seemed to set off tiny explosions in her blood.
He took her tiny budding nipples between his thumbs and forefingers now, rolling them with teasing and tantalizing motions that made her gasp almost breathlessly. She seemed to come alive
beneath his touch, she thought with wonder, to spring into a quivering ecstasy, to respond as she never had with her own husband!
She gave a little sigh, almost inaudible, in regret for all those lost years when she had been as unfeeling as a marble statue, all those years during which she had waited for just such a moment as this. An unwanted chill spread through her, heightening the fires that burned within her, then suddenly she tilted her face up to John's again.
He bent down to whisper in her shell-like ear, "My God, but you're lovely," and his very words excited her further. She was trembling uncontrollably now, wishing desperately that he would slip her dress off, unfasten the hooks at the back of her bra and release her throbbing breasts.
"Oh, John," she murmured, her voice small and quivering. "Oh,
my God!"
"Kelly, let's go into the guest room. Would you like that?"
"Yes," she whispered, nodding. "Oh, yes!" She glanced up at him, her eyes bright as twinkling stars now.
John led the way from the library and down the hall with Kelly following willingly, her heart flailing against her ribs. It seemed so wicked to her in so many ways. She was being unfaithful to Tom after all, no matter what fact was put upon the adulterous act she would soon commit, and yet it seemed right, somehow. John Whitmore was such a fine person, such a gentleman, how could he possibly do anything wrong? Or ask her to do anything wrong? It just wasn't possible, she thought, anymore than it would have been possible for her father to do so.
John opened a door far down the hall and Kelly peered in at the twin beds covered with silk bedspreads, at the matching draperies, the thick carpet. The furniture was graceful, the other furnishings in the best possible taste. Kelly relaxed, whatever qualms she had had earlier now stilled. She felt at home here, in a way she had never felt in her own small house. And again, she felt her blood raging, rampaging through her veins.
She went in as he held the door for her and looked around. He quickly followed her, closing the door softly but definitely behind them. And then once again he moved close to Kelly, pressing his loins up against hers… she felt the bulge there beneath his trousers now and shivered a little as-the full realization of what she was about to do, all the implications of this act, reached her. And yet she brushed away all doubts, all fears. There would be no humiliation with this man as there had been with her own husband, merely because John would have none of the sense of inferiority she knew that Tom had in relation to her. There would be none of that and their lovemaking would be beautiful and fulfilling, just the way it was described in some of the psychology books, those that dealt primarily with the psychology of sex, that she had been reading recently.
She shivered again in anticipation, feeling a little weak with the erotic joy of the moment, while the nearness of John fanned the flames that seemed to burn within her, consuming her loins like brushwood in a forest fire. "Oh, God," she moaned, and then felt his hands go behind her to fumble with the zipper at the back of her dress.
He drew it down slowly in a thrilling, tantalizing motion that sent little feathers of delight tripping across her trembling skin, teasing her until it seemed that every nerve end responded. She felt the cool air of the room waft across her and sucked in her breath with the pleasurable shock. And then he eased his fingers beneath the narrow shoulders, the tiny cap sleeves to slide the dress down her slender white arms.
It fell to her hips and John ran his hands slowly down the flat plane of her belly to the small folds of fabric there, then smoothed it down over her quivering thighs, her softly undulating buttocks.
She stared at him, her eyes wide in her lovely face, her blonde hair hanging angelically about her shoulders, and waited. Oh, God! He was so gentle with her so… so… she searched for the word. So considerate, she thought, remembering the rough way in which her husband so often took her.
Tom had fucked her, she thought disconsolately, remembering the obscenity he so often used and which she still heard with a slight shock. He had fucked her, but John would make love to her, the way ladies and gentlemen did, the way people of her own background, did. It was what she would expect of a man who lived in a house like this, and her eyes suddenly darted around the room, taking in all the small luxurious details which she had overlooked before. It was what her father and mother had done and not the terrible and shocking carnal act that she and her husband performed together.
She had thought that she and Tom could be happy together, had thought she could escape the stuffiness of her own family background with a man like him. He was rough, like an uncut gem. But she had scratched the surface and found, she thought, the wonderful qualities beneath the crude exterior. She had thought they would be enough, and she had been mistaken. But such a thing would never happen with John Whitmore.
Kelly stood before him now, trembling slightly still, in her little white brassiere, her little white panties. An electric current seemed to flow from one to the other, making them both glow with a heightened sensuality. And then John moved closer to her again, running his hands lightly along her soft white throat, down over her lovely shoulders, teasing quickly, expertly at her throbbing breasts still encased in the little white bra.
Once again his hands moved behind her and now he fumbled momentarily with the hooks that fastened the bit of lace and elastic.
Suddenly they gave, and her lovely breasts were freed from all constriction.
With a quick deft movement, he pulled the small brassiere completely away from her body and let that fall to the floor too, on top of Kelly's dress. In a sudden moment of girlish modesty, she covered her throbbing breasts with her hands and a faint flush suffused her cheeks. And then, as quickly and easily as he had removed her brassiere, John pushed them away so that her breasts were fully exposed to him in all their lush ripeness.
He flicked his head forward then to fasten his mouth over one small quivering nipple bud, swirling his tongue delicately around it, laying it into a taut little erection. Kelly tensed at the first contact, then relaxed, sighing happily. He began to suck on the quivering tip now while Kelly, quickly becoming accustomed to this new excitement, moaned ecstatically.
Little flickers of fire seemed to sputter up and down her spine, spreading through her limbs again. They seemed to go weak as she responded to the now maddening tongue laying, and when John's hands caressed her body urgently, his fingers like small flames trailing across her skin to leave burning embers in their wake, she made no effort to resist.
With her eyes closed, she floated off into a world of pleasure she had never known before. A fleeting memory came back to her of the terrible night when Tom had forced her to perform the shocking perversion with him, when he had sunk the bloated rod of his penis deep into her mouth and made her suck on it until he came. But John, she, was certain, would never hurt her in that way. He would be "considerate", she thought again. Then, she realized now that he had slipped his hands beneath the elastic waistband of her little white panties, that his fingers were gently stroking the white flesh of her soft-skinned belly.
Once again she shuddered with sheer delight while little fingers of joy touched her as gently as little cat feet, and then there was a delirious moment when his fingers slipped down to the tiny vee of golden pubic hair between her thighs, then on to run the length of the hair-lined slit there, pausing for the briefest of moments to tease at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending new and even more ecstatic waves of pleasure through her!
She was still in a state of stunned euphoria when he slipped the panties down over her thighs, then helped her to step out of them. And then he led her across the room to one of the beds. As quickly as he had undressed her, as skillfully, he had pulled back the bedspread and turned down the covers. And then he eased Kelly onto the linen sheet that covered the mattress.
As she lay there, her eyes still closed, there was a soft and strange sound in the room. When her eyes fluttered open she saw that John was
undressing hurriedly, unbuckling his belt, pulling off his trousers, his undershirt, his shorts. And then she saw that his huge cock was erect, throbbing, ready. She moaned slightly, then closed her eyes again and lay still, waiting.
She felt the slight shift of the bed, the almost imperceptible groaning of the springs as John settled himself on it, above the young woman's nakedly palpitating body. He thrust his head forward and whispered, "Spread your legs, Kelly. I want to see you."
A shudder of forbidden joy spread through her and she did as she was told. She waited again, waited for the moment when his huge lust-swollen cock would brush against the soft curly hair of her yearning pussy.
And then she opened her eyes and saw that his head had dropped forward and now his tongue flicked out to probe hotly at the quivering pink lips of her vagina.
Another sudden shudder swept through her, but it was of horror now-sheer horror at the idea that John Whitmore could demand that she submit to him in this way. Oh, God! It was almost as bad as what Tom had demanded of her the other night, and for a moment she was afraid that she would burst into tears, weeping uncontrollably. She bit her lips, holding back her sobs, then ground her hips deep into the mattress, trying desperately to escape his sinuously worming tongue. Oh, dear God! She had never expected anything like this! From Tom, yes. But not from John Whitmore!
Once again a repressed sob shook her body as the handsome man's snaking tongue licked lewdly at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then moved upward to lap at the tiny bud of her clitoris. Oh, God, Kelly thought, on the verge now of hysteria. This couldn't be possible! It just couldn't be! What was he doing to her? But the lewd licking of her pulsating cunt went on and then John's tongue sank deep up into her moist cuntal passage.
In spite of her dismay little showers of excitement like bursting fireworks exploded in her blood, making her moan with involuntary pleasure. Oh, no, she thought! This was wrong! This was wicked!
John's perverted act was as evil as anything Tom had ever done to her and yet she knew-to her everlasting disgrace-that she was beginning to enjoy it, to respond to the thrilling tongue fucking to which she was being subjected!
She closed her eyes again and a salty tear slid down her cheek, and she brushed it away angrily with the back of her hand. "Stop, John," she suddenly begged him. And then she knew that was the last thing she wanted.
To her relief he went on, sinking his tongue deep up between the soft flesh lips of her moistly throbbing cunt while she continued to moan mindlessly. And then he slipped his hands under her quivering buttocks, cupping the soft skin then squeezing them in his palms while his tongue continued to lash out, slithering deep up between the wet and clasping walls of her vagina.
As Kelly relaxed beneath John's wild assault against her defenselessly quivering pussy, a sudden thought floated across the blankness of her mind like a single cloud across a soft blue sky. It was all right, everything was all right! This was John Whitmore hovering above her, flicking his tongue up against her throbbing clitoris, sending waves of unwanted pleasure breaking over her until she was almost submerged in them.
It was all right! Somehow nothing John could do could be depraved or vile. Never! Now little mewls of pleasure escaped unbidden from her lips to encourage him, to spur on his lashing tongue. Her body was wracked with a new and wondrous delight, one she had never dreamed possible, as he continued to suck hotly at her pussy.
Her throbbing cunt was drenched now with the warm moisture that seeped down onto her open thighs and dampened her soft pubic hair. She tensed her body, holding it taut, immobile for a long moment. And then, with a wild cry of pleasure, she began to move beneath John's punishing tongue, thrusting her hips up, twisting her loins, sinking back deep into the mattress.
Hovering above her, his head burrowing deep between Kelly's thighs, John Whitmore had a sudden sense of power over the lovely woman, a knowledge of his own personal triumph. To give erotic pleasure to his wife was common place-and he had an uneasy knowledge that he was only one of many who had, one of many who still would. But Kelly was an exclusive as far as he was concerned, like a custom-tailored suit, whereas Penny was merely one off the rack!
John grinned inwardly at the mental image and renewed his efforts, urged on by Kelly's whimpers and muffled cries. Jesus! He was bringing this statue to life, turning her from marble into a creature of quivering flesh and burning blood. And she in turn was sending him off on an ego trip, the likes of which he had never known!
He licked again at the rosy little bud of her clitoris, swirling his tongue around and around it, withdrawing briefly to snake it deep into the warm narrow walls of her cuntal channel. Her moans were music to his ears, her wails an inspiration.
And then he felt her tense again, fluttering for a moment on the edge of her ecstasy. Her hands shot out, her fingers entwining his hair as she pulled his head deeper and deeper into her own nakedly quivering
loins. And then at last.her moment came and she cried out, unbelieving, "Oh, my God! I'm cumming… I'm cumming…"
Her body contracted in another convulsive spasm and then another as the full ecstasy of her climax took possession of her. An enormous shudder shook her lovely body, a ripple ran through her that was almost visible. She quaked beneath John, caught up in her own wild abandon in an instant that went beyond time.
Satiated at last, she fell back against the bed, her voluptuous body relaxed now, drained and exhausted. A sense of the most complete fulfillment she had ever known engulfed her and she closed her eyes, still breathing heavily. At last she slid off into a sleep of deep contentment while John Whitmore slithered up her body, flicking his tongue out one final time, but now to lave the small buds of her nipples…