Fay finished buttoning her blouse and hurried past the dressing room and into the hall. She crossed through the weight room for a shortcut to the outside, seeing her ludicrous appearance in the mirror as her clothes stuck to her wetly. Thankfully it was after five o'clock when she stepped into the late-afternoon sun. She would not be expected to go back to the office. Fay walked past the long line of tennis courts, then, skirting the plush clubhouse and avoiding the crowded pool area, she found her way to the small room that had been assigned her by Mr. Capatosto, the resort's assistant manager.
Even the employees' rooms, however, revealed the class of the Grand View Tennis Resort. Fay's reflection stared back at her from the wall-sized mirror in the bathroom. She stepped out of her clothes, feeling the shame and humiliation returning as she watched her reflection. How could she have behaved so lustfully? She had never been that way with Erik, her ex-husband. She shivered and turned the water on in the shower, feeling the need to wash the remaining odor of sex from her body.
The telephone rang just as she prepared to step into the hot spray. Fay walked naked into the bedroom and lifted the receiver. Jerry's voice was low and sensual. "You were terrific, baby. We'll have to do it again real soon."
Fay gasped in shock. It hadn't taken Jerry long to find out her room number. The phone clicked dead in her hand before she could protest and beg Jerry to leave her alone and forget what had happened. Fay wanted to be left alone to lick the wounds of her divorce. That's why she had moved away and taken this job at the resort. San Diego had been cold to her when she first arrived and she was down to her last dollar when the offer came at the resort. She had accepted gratefully. She had to make good on the job or she would wind up having to beg her ex-husband for money.
Fay was terrified that Jerry or Leah would spread the word about what had happened in the sauna and she would lose her job. And the threat of "…doing it again real soon" frightened her frightened her because of the strong desire to have it happen again that bubbled up in her mind. Fay returned to the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. A red rash of desire spotted her shoulders and tits. She felt her breasts throbbing with lust. Fay's cunt quivered; the sticky cum smeared into her cunt hair, its aroma wafting up into her nostrils.
What was wrong with her? She pictured Jerry Hunt's muscular body bound helplessly to a post while she ravished his huge cock. What frightened her was that she wanted to ravish Jerry Hunt more than he could possibly want her. Fay hated herself for the strange desires that tormented her thinking. Was she losing her mind? She had never had such wicked thoughts before.
Fay's reflection burned back at her from the mirror. Her naked body glistened with the perspiration of heated desire. Fay's fingers toyed with the outer lips of her pussy. She spread her fingers through her cunt hair and parted her lips to expose the tender pink flesh of her inner cunt. Fay caressed her slit, stroking the wet valley tenderly; her fingers circling her clit until it poked itself to attention. Maybe if she released more of the tension filling her flesh she could take her mind from its sudden perverted fascination with sex.
Fay stroked her pussy until it came alive with dripping desire, and she plunged her fingers into her cunt, one at a time, until all four fingers of her right hand were stuffed into her slit. Like an obscene animal, Fay masturbated in front of the mirror; her body curved forward, one hand pinching and twisting her nipples while her other hand stabbed her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Fay pictured Jerry's erect cock in front of her.
She pretended her mouth was sucking on its head, her tongue bathing it with the juices from her mouth. Fay gulped and flicked her fingers faster and faster over her clitoris. Her heated flesh surged with electric intensity as her arousal grew with each breath she took. Fay's firm, young body danced in a sensual rhythm as passion flared through her loins.
Cum! Cummmm! Make yourself cummmmm! Fay felt evil for the perverse thoughts of desire filling her mind. She wanted to punish herself for what she was doing. FPay's fingers tightened on her nipples and she began twisting and pinching herself until tears came to her eyes and her breasts stung with tortured sensation.
Pulling and stretching her breasts, Fay stabbed her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy, forcing her tender flesh to take the most torturous punishment she could give it. She felt wicked. She deserved pain, not pleasure. She began slapping the insides of her thighs at the same time she pulled and tore at her breasts. Her fingers should not touch her cunt; she didn't deserve that pleasure. Fay began slapping herself all over. She was a wicked child that needed punishing.
But after a few swats to her buttocks, Fay realized it was no use denying the desire that flamed in her loins with never-ceasing urgency. She returned her fingers to her cunt and resumed masturbating herself. It was the only way to release the tension so she could get her mind on something else. And as her fingers stabbed in and out of her pussy, Fay suddenly exploded with violent intensity as her climax washed through her flesh.
As soon as her climax began, Fay stepped into the steaming shower spray. She exposed her breasts to the burning water, feeling the drops burning into her flesh like lashes as her body convulsed in spasm after spasm. Scalding water ran in a river between her big breasts that pointed straight and firm from her body like succulent melons. The spray kept her nipples pointed and hard with sensitivity.
With her knees spread, Fay's fingers plunged into her pussy. She used both hands, stabbing at her gaping slit so eagerly that her fingertips only succeeded in stabbing a small way into her hole. Finally Fay began stroking her pussy, her fingers fluttering up her thighs to caress over her mound lightly. Slowly her contractions subsided.
Fay picked up the soap and lathered her tingling body. The spray washed away the control her lust had on her. She began to relax. Maybe things would be all right now. Exhausted, Fay toweled herself dry and fell into bed. Sleep came quickly. Fay dreamed she was trapped in a hotel room and Jerry came in and gagged her and raped her. Fay tossed and turned. In her sleep the hands felt real, running over her body, pinching and slapping her flesh.
Suddenly Fay stirred in her sleep. The hands felt too real. She opened her eyes and sat up, wide awake! Jerry was naked beside her. Fay looked toward the windows. She saw streaks of red in the sky but could not decide whether it was evening or if she'd slept through till morning. Fay bolted against the headboard, trying to hide herself with the sheet, but Jerry's fingers pulled it away.
"How did you get in here?"
Jerry smiled, holding up a key. "I get around." His tennis shorts were on the floor. Jerry moved closer, his right fist pulling Fay's ankle, sliding her back to the center of the bed. "How about a quick fuck before I go to work?"
So it was morning. Fay tried to pull away from him, but her effort was useless. Not again! She pleaded with herself. But already she could feel her arousal growing as she responded to Jerry's advance. As though manipulating a child, Jerry spread Fay's thighs and lowered his head to her awakening pussy. She felt his tongue bathing her hairy mound, slurping wetly between her legs until her slit dripped with his saliva and his tongue easily lapped into her pink interior.
"Oh, please! No!" Fay begged. "Don't do this to me!"
But her fingers entwined themselves in his hair and locked his hungry mouth to her cunt. Even his hot breath blowing and puffing into her box aroused Fay's passion. She felt her need building and building like before until she again began losing control of herself. Her body took over, and she pulled his head harder and harder against her cunt until he was struggling for air.
Fay locked her thighs around his head. She turned around so her knees straddled his face and her own face hovered over his erect cock. Fay rested on her elbows, her fingers lifting Jerry's balls while her mouth engulfed his purple cock-head. She bobbed her head up and down, feeling his satiny knob caressing her tongue and cheeks. She tasted the salty flavor of his dick, sucking and swallowing as far down his shaft as she could.
Jerry's tongue continued lapping at her pussy as she nursed his eager prick to an even greater state of erection. Whatever was coming over her, she seemed powerless to stop. She was acting like a whore. She sucked on Jerry's cock with an eagerness that shocked her. And then she turned around again and, facing Jerry, lowered her hips eagerly over his prick and sucked his dong into her body, her cunt-lips working themselves down his shaft like a mouth.
Jerry's cock filled Fay's cunt with a sensual delight that flooded through her like golden energy. Again she gave in to the bliss controlling her flesh. She felt Jerry's hard prick grinding and churning inside her cunt, pulsing and throbbing with desire. Fay felt a power filling her very soul as Jerry moaned ecstatically under Fay's grinding hips. The strange feeling was even greater than it had been in the spa. She gave in to the feeling completely.
Rolling onto her side, Fay pulled Jerry on top of her, lifting her knees to her breasts to draw even more of his hard cock into her pussy. Fay pulled Jerry's head against her breasts, encouraging him to nurse her nipples and lick his tongue over the insides of her twin mounds.
And then the door opened and Leah stepped into the room. Fay's eyes widened in surprise. Leah had reversed their situations. The difference was that Leah was not shocked or surprised. She leaned against the inside door completely at ease, her eyes feasting appreciatively on their naked bodies. Slowly, Leah unbuckled the wide belt from around her waist.
"So I catch you with another woman."
Fay could not believe the depravity of the game she had somehow gotten mixed up in. Leah advanced on them, the belt drawn back to lash Jerry's ass as she had done before. Again Fay felt the perverse flaming of arousal as the first lash snapped against Jerry's buttocks, causing his body to jump, his swollen prick swelling even larger. His knob grew to mammoth proportions inside Fay's cunt.
Leah drew the belt back again and again, lashing Jerry's buttocks and calling him foul names for making love to someone else. Jerry wanted to jump away, but he was so close to reaching a climax, the lashing of the belt drew him even closer. He too was lost in the grip of pleasure that kept his hips plowing forward with reckless abandon.
Fay felt as though she were trapped in someone else's game. But it was a game that gave her pleasure, and she continued grinding her hips in a sensual cadence that drew her closer and closer to climax. She felt Jerry's large cock slipping wetly in and out of her steaming box as he met each thrust of Fay's hips with a downward thrust of his own that drove his huge tool as deeply as possible into Fay's pussy.
Their climaxes came at the same time. Jerry's dick began spurting thick gobs of cum into Fay's cunt. Fay felt his hot sperm blasting into her box and her orgasm erupted in her body like a volcano exploding molten lava. With each spurt of cum, Leah's belt cracked across Jerry's ass. Fay writhed in orgasmic bliss. Jerry's cum dripped in thick gobs down her ass.
It seemed to Fay their climaxes went on and on forever. Fay gave herself up to the sensual pleasure surging in wave after wave through her flesh. But finally it ended. Leah buckled her belt back around her waist. Jerry pushed himself from the bed with a sheepish smile on his face. He rubbed his ass and winked at Leah.
"You got kind of carried away, didn't you?" he asked.
Leah sat in a chair against the wall and crossed her knees. She lit a cigarette while Jerry slipped into his tennis clothes and made his exit, saying he had an early appointment on the courts. Leah settled back in her chair once Jerry was gone and gave her attention to Fay.
"I suppose you're more surprised to see me than Jerry," Leah said, moving from her chair to the bed and assuming Jerry's vacated spot. She kicked her shoes off, pulled her skirt above her thighs and sat cross-legged.
Fay edged away from her, feeling naked and exposed. "I'm more surprised at that business with your belt on Jerry's ass."
Leah laughed. "It's a game. Jerry thinks he's the club's stud so I do that once in a while to remind him of who he really is." Leah touched Fay's right ankle and began stroking her lightly. "I'm more interested in finding out who you are," Leah said, her words sounding sensual and hungry.
Fay was frightened as Leah's hand continued stroking up her legs to her hips. She had never had a woman make a pass at her before, but she knew it was coming. Fay didn't know what to do about it. She tried drawing her legs up and clutching her hands over her breasts. Leah moved closer to her, touching Fay's face and body like a blind person exploring calmly.
"Don't be afraid," Leah said. "Relax and enjoy it."
"No," Fay pleaded. "I didn't mean to get involved with you and Jerry. I stumbled in the sauna yesterday like a fool, and I know it looked like a come on, but I'm not… this way."
"What way?"
Fay blushed. She didn't want to say anything to hurt Leah's feelings. Despite the circumstances, Fay felt an attraction for Leah, but she couldn't allow herself to be used any longer. "I don't have sex with just any man and I've never made love to a woman."
Leah didn't falter in her advance. Her hands continued moving gracefully and sensually over Fay's ripe young flesh, touching and probing, arousing with a sureness that brought Fay's heart racing quickly, pumping and flushing her skin to intense sensitivity.
"There's always a first time. It's what you need. I know that may sound strange to you if you haven't tried it, but you'll see. There are things I could show you even more shocking."
Fay wanted to get dressed and out of her room, but Leah blocked her path. Fay felt Leah's fingers all over her body, caressing and stroking. Fay could not stop the arousal that grew and spread through her insides like a flame, gripping and holding her from making any effort to stop Leah's attack.
Leah pulled Fay toward the center of the bed and pushed her onto her back. Leah lowered her face to Fay's breasts. Leah licked Fay's breasts, pressing her tongue against her dark nipples and savoring the warm taste of her growing arousal. As Leah's mouth nursed hungrily at her breasts, Fay's hands held Leah's head, guiding her now from breast to breast, feeling wicked and ashamed for the easy way she had taken.
Fay knew from the very depths of her soul that she should pull away from Leah and stop what was happening. All her upbringing had conditioned her to avoid the thing that was happening now. But she couldn't stop.
Leah became like an image of herself; so close in appearance were the two women. Fay had the impression she stared into a mirror as Leah nursed at her breasts and stroked her body. Fay closed her eyes and gave in to the feelings surging like fire in her veins. Is this who she was? A sensual animal that responded with no holds barred to any advance anyone made on her? In the past she'd been protected by her role as wife of a small-town school teacher. There had been no chance for additional sex then. And her husband had been uncreative. Sex had fallen into a boring pattern that fit Fay just fine.
But now that she was single again and had no role to follow, she was finding herself to be putty in the hands of circumstances. It scared Fay to realize how she was being led. But now with her passion aroused again, Fay had no desire left to want it stopped. Fay pulled at Leah's head, pushing her breasts even harder against Leah's face, feeling the sensuous delight that smoldered in her breasts. Fay wanted the feeling to go on forever.
Leah began licking her way down Fay's body, moving slowly and sensually toward Fay's dark, triangular patch of pubic hair. Leah's tongue lapped over Fay's succulent skin, flicking in and out of Fay's navel and then moving even lower until her tongue tip touched the first curls. Leah moaned and purred like a kitten. She licked over Fay's hairy mound until Fay's curls were dripping with saliva.
Leah pushed her pink tongue between Fay's outer cunt-lips and lapped at the slick fluid still oozing from her slit, a delicious mixture of Jerry's cum and Fay's aroused juices. Leah's fingers parted Fay's cunt-lips, stretching them apart until her inner pussy glistened open and exposed to Leah's hungry mouth. Leah covered Fay's pussy-lips with her mouth, sucking and stabbing her tongue as deeply into Fay's hole as possible.
Fay felt the invasion of Leah's tongue like the hungry thrust of a cock, its slick sides pushing into her canal and filling her with shuddering sensations of delight. Fay spread her thighs wider, her fingers locked in Leah's dark hair, encouraging her with moans and whimpering to continue feasting. Fay realized that Leah's tongue moved with a skill beyond any pussy-eating her ex-husband had ever employed.
As Fay's pussy responded to Leah's tongue, she felt a sense of obligation to reciprocate the pleasure she was receiving. Thinking about sucking Leah's pussy sent a perverse thrill of delight coursing through her veins that surprised Fay. Changing positions, Fay scooted under Leah's hips until she looked directly up into Leah's pussy. Leah's dark curls were the same as her own. It was like getting ready to eat herself. Fay lifted her head and pressed her lips against Leah's succulent vulva, feeling the juices moistening her lips as she pressed her face further into Leah's curls. Fay opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into Leah's slit, feeling the slick juices pouring onto her tongue.
The fluid tasted delicious. Fay felt a twinge of joy coursing through her pussy as she lapped at Leah's cunt. Nothing could be more perverse than bending down to eat one's own pussy, but that was the feeling Fay had as she feasted in Leah's hot cunt. Again and again, Fay jabbed her tongue into Leah's sucking gash, pushing into Leah's insides with eager enthusiasm.
Fay tasted Leah's pussy like she was sampling the rarest wine in the world. But once tasted, she could not restrain herself from gobbling and eating like a pig, her tongue plunging in and out of Leah's cunt with slurping sounds of pleasure. Fay's mouth devoured Leah's cunt. She sucked the juices into her mouth like a starving person. The faster she lapped at Leah's pussy, the more aroused Fay became.
Both women moaned and purred on the bed, rolling and twisting like two people caught in a trap of compelling delight. They sucked and clawed at each other like beasts, trying with increasing need to draw themselves to climax. Slurping wetly, Fay inhaled the aroma of Leah's steaming box. Even the fragrance caused her to burn closer and closer to orgasm.
Fay caught sight of their reflection in the mirror against the back wall. They looked, like two savages, locked together in mortal combat. Fay felt her breasts burning with sensual desire. Her nipples tingled with constant currents of energy as Leah sucked harder on her pussy and twisted her fingers viciously around Fay's nipples.
And then their climaxes came at the same time, baking out of their flesh in violent eruptions of bliss. They both screamed and snarled, their bodies twisting and writhing like snakes, slithering around in the center of the bed until one could not be distinguished from the other. Sweat streaked their flesh, causing their skin to glisten with slick moisture.
Their climaxes went on and on, keeping them locked in each other's arms, their mouth feasting, their hips churning and thrusting. Fay felt like everything in the world disappeared except herself, blasting again and again into sensual explosions. No one existed other than herself. Even Leah was fused into herself, her climax was Fay's climax. The passion drained away slowly.
Leah continued puffing and slurping her tongue up the sensitive slit in Fay's vulva. Fay copied Leah. They nursed and tasted each other's feverish flesh with the tenderness and sensitivity they would exhibit on themselves. Fay felt herself slowly returning to normal. As her passion began to drain away, her guilt began to return. She had done something her mind in the past would not even have thought about. She felt shame creeping like an unwanted serpent up her neck.
Leah rolled away from her and sat up, pushing her hair away from her face and smiling. "I told you you'd enjoy it, didn't I?" Leah stood up and began putting on her clothes. "I guess you'll have to go to work now."
Fay glanced out the window. The sun was much higher now. She would have to hurry. Fear for her job shot through her. "Please don't tell anyone what happened."
"Why?" Leah answered teasingly. "Afraid the rest of the world will find out you like sex?"
"But I don't like it…" Fay stopped talking and thought about the silly thing she had said.
"No, that's not true. What I mean is, I'll lose my job if Mr. Capatosto finds out about this."
"You're trying to continue being the sweet, virginal little girl from Small Town, U.S.A. Forget it." Leah lit a cigarette and resumed her chair. "I'll show you what life is all about. You look to me like someone who's just been divorced and now is running away to hide from the bad thing that happened. Well, there's only one way to get over something like that, and it's not to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. You've got to go out and get your pleasure while you can. Take it! It's out there for you."
Fay walked naked to the dresser and began selecting her clothes. She wanted Leah to leave so she could take a long shower before dressing. She was embarrassed by Leah's talk, yet fascinated at the same time. She could not argue with herself that she had not enjoyed the surprising thing that had happened in the last two days. She knew if she allowed her frightening relationship to go on with Leah that she would be exposed to a world she had never known before. She needed time to think.
Finally, Leah saw her hesitation and laughed, stabbing out her cigarette. "Think about it. You're too beautiful not to be enjoyed." Leah stood and turned around in the center of the room. "Look at me. We both look alike yet we're complete opposites. You're going to work and I'm going out, to have fun. You can have the same thing if you want it." Leah walked to the door and turned.
"Meet me for lunch in the Crest Room."
"I can't afford that."
"Then the coffee shop?"
"Maybe."
When Leah left, Fay showered quickly. Dressed for work, she hurried to the coffee shop in the Grand View Clubhouse. She barely had time for breakfast before she had to report to Mr. Capatosto. As she ate her eggs, Fay looked around at the other morning breakfasters. Most of them were dressed in casual clothes. Their day would be spent either on the tennis courts or swimming or horseback riding or playing golf or skeet shooting. The club had everything to offer those who could afford it.
Fay felt a twinge of jealousy. Leah was right, she was going to work and the other people around her were going to play. Yet Fay was glad to have the job. Without it she didn't know where she would be – out on the street. Still it wouldn't hurt to get to know Leah better. Maybe there was some magic way to enjoy the finer things in life without being born to richness.