"Oh, I like your apartment, Carl," Mari Lansing smiled, trembling with pleasure. This date with Carl Manders was the culmination of nearly a whole day of careful preparation, starting that morning when she had fixed herself up and visited his big insurance office. His pretty receptionist had mistaken her for Tamra, and right then Mari had decided against any trickery with Carl.
He had invited her into his office, and just being in the same room with him, the door closed, had tingled her clitoris. He had been fascinated by her looks, and in her explanation about she and her sister trading lives. That she was an heiress did not bug him one bit.
"I knew you weren't Tamra that night I saw you with Don Strong in The Skipper," Carl had grinned. "I don't mind saying you're fresher and sexier."
"I love compliments!" she had answered. The way his eyes feasted on her revealingly-frocked body had given her a big, hot thrill.
Now, it was all coming together!
Earlier in the evening he had taken Mari, Karyn and her date, to the Top of the Mark for dinner and dancing. He had shown a definite interest in Karyn, in spite of her being with another guy, but he had concentrated his attentions on Mari. Later, Karyn and her date had split, and had headed for Mari's apartment, and now she was alone with the most rugged, appealing man she had ever laid eyes on. She was sure he wanted to fuck her!
Carl Manders locked his apartment door, turned and slipped his left arm around Mari's slender waist. His cock was already rising, juice was leaking from the knob, his nuts ached sweetly. He had been aware of Tamra and her wealth for a long time; he had called her a few times on insurance matters, and she had not sounded interested. She was known to prefer girls.
This beautiful sister was something else. In her black cocktail frock, shoulders and back completely bare, the bodice consisting of two cleverly designed halves tied at the throat and barely concealing her stand-out breasts, she was enough to give a wooden Indian a hard-on. Sonofabitch! Her blonde mane, thick and wavy, reached her shoulders, her mouth was a bright carmine, her features were model-perfect, the slight pout of her lips saying loudly how sensual she was.
At forty, with much experience behind him, including a half-nymphet wife he had recently dumped, he knew when a sexy chick wanted a fuck-and Mari was ready. He did not mind her boldness, coming into his office and asking to see him with the obvious intention of getting a date; these young liberated girls of her generation laid it right out.
Candy West, the lissome red-head he had been fucking lately, was hot in the clinches, but she was faking some of her passion. She wanted a wedding ring, and it would be a damned long time before he got sucked into another marriage. What pleased him about Mari was that she was not after his pocketbook; she had more accumulated wealth than he did. The blonde twins had been equally provided for; he had checked it out at the court house.
They both lived very well, but they were not squandering their money. It was all safely invested, making more money. Mari was after him because she liked Trim, and it did make one hell of a difference. Three curvy chicks in his office were willing to fuck any time he said the word, but the dollar signs in their eyes were all too apparent. He could get plenty of hot pussy without screwing his employees.
"Have fun tonight, Mari?" he murmured, tightening his arm, breathing the heady fragrance of her perfume mingled with the definite aroma of pussy.
"Oh, wonderful!" she smiled, turning and snuggling in. Dancing with her at The Mark had easily put them on a close-hug basis, but she was giving it the old "we're alone now, so you can fool around with me" accent. Yeahhhhhh. No matter how sure a man was of scoring, he knew a beautiful, intelligent girl loved the build-up preliminaries.
"You're a lot of young, vibrant girl, Mari," he said, the firm roundness of her ass under the silky frock sending terrific vibes to his crotch.
"I think you can handle the tiger in me, though," she giggled. She wet her full, red lips with a flirt of her tongue and snugged her crotch at his basket. He trembled, his prick stiffening up along his belly. He knew damn well she could feel it; there was nothing between them except his shorts and pants and her frock. He could detect no sign of even bikini panties, and she sure as hell wore no bra. The thought of her naked bod under that sexy frock tensed his cock.
"A she-wolf, huh?" he chuckled.
"Only when I see a guy I really like," she breathed, her mouth close enough for his tongue. She trembled, her beautiful hard titties in the velvety, black bodice nuged excitingly into his chest.
Mari was wild with anticipation. All the pre-play niceties had been observed: dinner by candle light, champagne and dancing to dreamy music, flirting with him in the shadowy corners, feeling the delicious virile strength of his arms and body, and the huge lump in his pants, envious glances at him from Karyn and every beautiful chick in the place.
Twice on trips to the rest room she had dabbed juice from her cunt, because her frock would be spoiled by the outline of any garment underneath it. Including panties. He was enough to make any eager girl start dripping!
Oh, I'm ready to fuck right now! she thought, shivering. And he knows it! My pussy is all poached out; my clit feels six inches long! I never met a man who excited my glands this much! I bet he's fucked that red-head here and I just hate her! Karyn got turned on dancing with him, too. She said she was going to give her a date a real balling! She said she'd give her left tit to be in on a threesome with him and me. Sweet shiiit!
She arched her crotch in closer and slid her arms around his neck, tipping her head for a kiss. That party with Karyn and her young sister had been groovy; it had satisfied her for a while, but tonight was sliding prick night. And somehow she had to achieve the kind of victory she had been craving for years-a good solid orgasm with a hard, driving cock.
As his hands tightened on her ass, his tongue shot between her opened, waiting lips. The touch of his mouth, firm and possessive, sent sparkly thrills down to her tides and cunt. There was a special hunger in Ms being that brought her nipples and her clit into sweet hardness. She had become so used to turning on with girls, and not turning on good with Steve, the sensations were utterly as sweet as she had imagined they would be. Only better!
His tremor of interest, the hard ridge of his covered prick nestled against her belly, right above her leaking cunt, the slow caress of his fingers on her snugly-sheathed ass, whirled her senses! His big, thick tongue stroked slowly inward; she moaned into his mouth, her arms gripped him hard and she hunched at his crotch!
Oh, I'm going to come with him; I've been trigger-ready since we came in his apartment! But the real test will be when he slides his prick home! If he gets me off with his hands and mouth I guess that will please him, anyway! Ohhhh-damn! His prick feels simply huge! Steve said I had a good snug cunt, and he was only average-sized. A cunt can stretch, though. He'll get that big thing IN me somehow! All I can think of is fuck, fuck, fuck!
Carl Manders believed in striking when a pussy was hot. This beautiful, sensual blonde was famished for prick; she was saying it with her mouth and arms and cunt, and the only sensible thing to do was fill her pussy with cock. He unsuctioned his mouth from her trembling lips, eased her around and steered her toward his bedroom.
From The Mark he had called his part-time housekeeper, who lived in the same complex, and told her to prepare his pad for a party-black satin sheets and bright red pillows, soft lights and soft music. As he guided Mari into the big room, she uttered a pleased gasp.
"Carl, this is beautiful!"
"Great," he chuckled, lifting her long dress in back, finding, as he had expected, only warm girl underneath it. His left hand rose to her tricky bodice, he inserted his fingers and captured a firm, warm, hard-nippled tit-tie. As he worked them out into the dim, seductive light, he trembled. "So are these, Mari."
"Ohhh-I want you to like me all over, Carl… "
Mari.was shaking with mounting excitement. She was proud of her high, prominent breasts, even though. they weren't as big as Karyn's. He had been admiring her titties all evening, and now he had them, bare and swollen, her pink nipples longer than she had ever seen them.
"Well, let's get some clothes off and see if the rest of you is as pretty," he grinned, teasing a coral tittie-peak.
As wild as she was for his cock, as badly as she wanted to be tipped over and fucked, she appreciated this little flirt routine, his gentle hands, his consideration. A sweet glow was heating her entire being. She had known this only a few times in her life. Tamra could do it for her, and Karyn could heat her cunt, but no male had ever come close.
I don't want to be like Tamra, hung up on only girls, she thought, feeling his hand explore her ass and legs beneath the frock. I tried hard with Steve, but it just didn't work. But I'm going to make it with Carl! Ohhhh, yess!
He patted her ass, drew his hand back, stood away from her and began to undress. Quickly she untied the ribbon that held her bodice in place, caught the hem of her frock and peeled it over her blonde mane. Her first view of his lean, tanned body, white at the loins to show the outline of swim trunks, sent waves of achy lust through her being. And a little nudge of fright, too.
Jeeeeesus, his prick is as thick as my wrist and at least nine inches long! she thought dizzily. And not circumcised! If he can get all of that in me I'll lose my mind! It looks better than any damn dildo!!
Carl's cockhead tensed as he gazed at Man's beautiful bod. Like a smart blonde she had worn opera-length dark nylons under the frock, and in heels and nothing else she looked like one of those young, sexy chicks in a fold-out. Except that her lightly-haired cunt was expanded and wet with girl-juice.
He sensed her uncertainty, now. His big hunk of meat had scared a few dames, but unless a girl had some real physical impairment, there was always room for his prick in a cunt if the girl was properly aroused beforehand. And some of those very wealthy chicks, coddled and pampered by doting parents, had enjoyed very little experience. Mari was twenty-four, she had been married, so his body should not cause that much timidity.
He remembered one delicious young eighteen-year-old heiress he had dated at Las Vegas, and he had picked her cherry. Amazing. Plenty of girls nowadays knew what a prick was before they grew any hair on the pussy. Not that they could climax around a prick; too many broads did not know what an orgasm was at thirty, or forty.
Carl had been very lucky in his younger years, before he had struggled from near poverty to his present comfortable status. A close friend of his mother had come to visit one summer; she had been thirty-five to his fifteen. Lush and full-breasted, Emily had caught him alone at home one afternoon. She had coaxed him into the guest bedroom; she had very smoothly and efficiently taken his cherry, and during the next few weeks she had shown him how a woman liked to be fucked and played with. Her violent, bucking orgasms had damned near scared him, at first. Armed with his new knowledge and a supply of Trojans, he had started getting all kinds of pussy. Word of his big prick and his expertise had spread like wildfire through Westwood High; he had even fucked one of his teachers. And no Trojan for her; she had wanted the real thing.
His prick had helped his career, too. A frustrated, very wealthy wife of a very prominent California bigwig had loaned him the money to start his first insurance agency. She had helped escalate him into the airy world of real money; she had wangled some lush accounts his way, and at fifty-five she was still beautiful humping. The last time he had visited her big home she had brought in a curvy, young half-Chinese for a threesome. Beautiful.
Not that it had been his first sex-party with two chicks. At a beach party only a month before, after most of the other men present had taken too much liquor to fuck, he had wound "up in a nearby apartment with three broads. When he was busy with one, the other two dames fucked. It was a new in thing, for him, at least. One of his younger male associates dated two girls most of the time. He did not want to get out of touch with modern trends.
He moved up to Mari, caught her around the waist and led her to the bed, sitting her beautiful ass down on the edge, his right hand spreading her soft, silky long thighs. A real conquest, man, if she didn't chicken out. All systems said go. The fresh, tantalizing fragrance of pussy ridged his cock higher than ever. She stared down at his meat and shivered.
"It won't bite you," he murmured, drawing her right hand over to his prick.
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed. "There's sure a lot of it!"
He laughed softly, kissing her shoulder. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."
He was beginning to sense a clue to her actions. He had noticed the cozy familiarity between Karyn Nelson and Mari, which often happened with very attractive girls; and there was nothing a man could do about two chicks having fun together. It was just possible she was trying a little too hard. For cock. Now that nitty-gritty time was approaching, her hesitation could easily mean that in spite of a marriage she was more at home with a pussy.
"Oh, I am!" she breathed, closing her fingers around his prick shaft. She trembled again; her legs opened farther. "Will you please fuck me, honey?"
He smiled, settling his right hand on her puffy, wet cunt. Even very liberated dames did not often use the word fuck. Very interesting. And the drippy condition of her pussy, as he carefully explored the labia and the delicious prominence of her clit, said she was ready.
"Over in the center of the bed, beautiful," he murmured, squeezing her swollen cunny, feeling her shudder of arousal. She seemed reluctant to let go of his cock.
Mari squirmed over on the bed in a sweet daze of anticipation. The black satin sheet felt warm on her ass, deliciously sensual. She had waited all day and half the evening for this moment; her whole body ached for a blasting finish, an easing of her erotic tension. She was sure he was very capable-but she was still unsure of her own ability to respond to a sliding prick!
I won't think of all the girls who have bounced around between my legs! she thought. I won't remember all those miserable failures I had with Steve, or how much I love making it with Karyn and Tamra. I have to think prick!
As he crawled above her, radiating confidence, she swung her legs away back even with her shoulders, and lifted her crotch for the male penetration. Soft music, soft lights, a strong handsome man curving his huge prick downward for her cunt, all juiced and tingling with anticipation… this was the big moment! If he couldn't give her a beautiful fuck, maybe she was too far gone on pussy. The vibes from him were rich and true and delicious!
His burning cock head touched her tumid, trembly cunt lips, opening them in a way no penis ever had. Her labia spread and spread! That big knob was actually dilating her cunt mouth, oozing delectably inward like a huge piston in a very snug cylinder! Her pussy flesh had never stretched so jar! She was being crammed with hot, vibrant prick!
"Ohhhhhh-ohh!" she gasped, the wonder of it quaking her whole body.
He trembled, his eyes flamed, he shoved the whole thick pillar slowly and sweetly into her eager, twitching cunt! The first tensing of his cock in her stretched vagina, the knob pressing on a tender zone deep inside where a ring of flesh guarded her womb, sucked a fierce cry from her lips!
Her thighs shook against his ribs, her titties arched upward, her clit flamed against his virile shaft, and her anus twitched! A heavenly series of thrills shot from her clit up to her nipples, her ass heaved upward, jamming his knob deeper, and what she had been waiting for all day was happening.
"Oh-ohh-ohhhh-ohhhh-sweet shiiiiit!" she cried. "I'm commmming!"
"Come off, beautiful!" he breathed against her swollen titties. "Come off on my prick!"
The hard, searching pounds of her orgasm broke like thunder in her loins! The hot wrenching of her membranes around his prick, a kind of voluptuous clasping and tightening throbbed the core of her womanhood and streamed in pulses from her flexing clitoris!
Oh, damn! she thought wildly. I've had some good climaxes with Tamra, but nothing like THIS! I was a young girl playing pussy games! He's turning me into a woman! Every muscle and nerve in my pelvis is responding to his virility, his beautiful hard cock! I never really knew what going off HARD really was-till now!
One big, hard shove into her cunt and she was kicking and shaking and whimpering like a fourteen-year-old tasting her first prick!
"Beautiful!" he whispered around a tender, swollen nipple. "Fine tight pussy. Terrific!"
She was so dizzy with delight, as the after-thrills fed her need, she could hardly believe what she answered back.
"I-never made it with any guy before in my life, honey!"
Carl shuddered, his knob flexed in her sweet, snug cunt, and damned if he didn't believe her. He was used to success with eager girls; he had never found one yet he could not climax, one way or another. But hearing it from a beautiful, nearly-mature girl of Mart's class and background swelled his cock and Ms ego.
"So the others didn't get your cherry, after all," he murmured, drawing out a few inches and driving hi again.
"Ohhhhhh-NO!" she cried, her face twisting with lust. Her sweet, shivery cunt fluttered again, her thighs trembled on his belly and bracing arms, she hunched upward. "It feels like your prick is clear up in my throat!"
"Kind of like it, huh?" he teased.
"Ohhhhh, you big cocky devil-I love it!" she gasped. "Now, will you please fuck me real good and hard?"
Gazing down at the rapt expression on her beautiful, flushed face, he braced himself so he was not mashing her and began to work the bed with his knees and hands, rocking her ass gently up and down, a trick he had learned from a passionate blonde in Munich on his army tour in West Germany. A man could hold much longer when he didn't thrust with his ass, and making a fuck last was what it was all about. Give a hot woman all the climaxes she could use, and a big gush of jism to finish it off, and she would come back for more, more and more. It was not true Kama Sutra, but it was close enough.
Not going off at all in a fine, new, snug cunt was asking too much. He could learn that when he grew older.
With a measured cadence, letting his knob strike deep at every luscious lift of her ass and cunt, he began to show her how he could fuck…
My God! Mari thought dizzily. Small wonder that girls fall all over him! I missed the fun with Steve because I bought him outright and secretly hated him and because he didn't know how to fuck! Carl is letting the bedsprings bob my ass, and this heavenly sliding is what it's all about! He must have screwed dozens of girls to learn so much! I could take this big, hard cock for HOURS! Nothing was ever this dreamy good! OHHH, I'm starting into another COME! I'm losing my mind! Hot pussy is fun, but this is where it's at!
"Ohhh, make it come, honey!" she wailed feverishly. "Ohhhhh, yes-oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh- nowwwwwwwwl"
A series of honeyed spasms, like rich pistol-shots, racked her whole pelvis! She was clawing his shoulders and upfucking with all her girlish abandon! He was crouched and hanging there and letting her bring the goodies! And just as she reached the shivery summit of her need and tumbled into a frothy, pulsating thrall, she heard his groan of erotic excitement,-his huge cock swelled, he pinned her ass to the bed and began to drive that dream-hard prick clear up between her tits!
The hard, virile throb of his prick, the last bullish strokes into her coming cunt, the unloading of his spurting semen in her quaking deeps, brought another wave of spasms in her pelvis! She was coming again! She was blasting her cunt around his gushing cock! He was pouring the virile juices in where she needed them, the big nuts slapping at her anus, his mouth fastened to a stiffened nipple, the fury of his hunches sliding her ass along the sexy, black, satin sheet…
She shouted fiercely! For hazy moments she was lost in her exquisite after-fun, the rich nuances of relief that twitched her cunt and shook her whole body, from her toes to the top of her head.
She floated back to awareness with her arms and legs holding him hard and close, his chest mashed to her swollen titties, his huge prick still bedded sweetly in her fluttery cunt. She was still having spasms, her cunt lips were twitching around the root of his prick! Nothing had ever calmed her nerves so thoroughly-nothing! The voluptuous fullness in her vagina made her know now for sure that she was no real lesbian; she had simply never found a real man, until this moment.
I didn't mean to go off in her so fast, he thought, shivering. But I'll have no trouble working for number two. Jeeeeesus, I shot a whole cup full of ashes in her cunt. She broke at least two, maybe three, Yeahhhhhhh!
"Ohhhh, you beautiful animal, you!" she breathed, arching her hips and tightening her silky, strong thighs on his ass.
"That pussy of yours really sucked it out of me, Mari," he chuckled.
"Ohhhh, I needed that!" she cried. She softened, loosened her right arm and patted the top of her head. "Remember, on TV?"
They both laughed.
He's too much! Mari thought. A sense of humor makes it so much fun! Getting heavy about a piece of ass is not my thing, but it would sure be easy! Damn! I'd even marry him if he said the word. I could take this big hot prick every day and twice on Sundays! But the big thing is-I'm not hung up on pussy, after all. I can have my fun both ways from now on!
"Let me up, will you?" she giggled. "I'm leaking come juice down on your sheet."
"Good," he grinned, starting to lift away. "My housekeeper gets all excited when she finds some of it."
"Poor woman!" Mari giggled. "Don't you give her a little?"
"I prefer hot, sexy blondes, like you," he chuckled.
"Sure, and red-heads and brunettes, too, you big stud!" she laughed.