Kitten was still naked when she pulled into the seashell parking lot that fronted Cleo Brill's Old Bottle Inn. Her eyes passed over the other vehicles in a sweeping gesture that missed nothing. She failed to find Dan's pickup among them. This suited her just fine. In her present mood, determined to pick up another man for a fuck-session, the last person she wanted to have a confrontation with was her husband.
Cock.
She was on the prowl for cock.
Any man's cock.
Her smile sagged. What a pity Dr. Dubois couldn't have treated her to another lesson in sex with that over-the-hill whang of his. Jesus, he had made her pop like a giant firecracker!
"In his prime, he must have been a bigger stud than Gil Savage," Kitten said aloud. "Judging by the size of that tool lie carries between his legs, he must have been a popular one, also. Long. Thick. Like a chair leg. Damn, just thinking about it is making me feel creamy all over!"
Kitten stopped talking to herself and crammed her colossal jugs inside the half-bra, and slipped into her blouse. Her motions were frantic. There might be another juicy dick in the offing; she wanted it. She dressed hurriedly and went inside the tavern. She paused near the entrance and some of the heat in her tush began to cool as she took a quick look around. Customers were few; pickings were poor. Even Steve Trent was among the missing.
Cleo Brill was running her own business, for a change. Catching Kitten's arrival, a pleased expression softened the lesbian's face as she trotted up to Kitten and said, "You look like an up-tight pussycat who could use a drink."
"What makes you think that?"
Cleo took a deep breath that shook her massive knockers. "You're here, aren't you?"
"So I am."
Cleo brayed a laugh. "Well, now that we've settled that bit of crap, how about the drink I think you can use?"
Kitten frowned at the lesbian she had once watched eat her late mother. "How come you're hustling your own customers tonight?"
"Blame it on your husband."
Kitten's eyebrows arched. "Dan's here?"
Cleo shook her head. "Not now. He showed up earlier and conned me into giving Steve the night off. Last I saw of them, they were stoned out of their gourds and bound for the mainland. Anything I can do for you?"
Kitten made no answer. She was busy thinking about the lipstick traces she had discovered on Dan's cock this morning, and wondering if he had gone to the mainland to get more of the same from his mysterious lady friend. A wicked smile tugged at her lips. It didn't matter. After tonight, when she learned how to be a whore in the bedroom, never again would her husband turn to another woman for sexual comfort…
"Anything I can do for you?" Cleo Brill echoed.
Kitten noticed the way Cleo's eyes were caressing her tits and said, "There'll never be anything you can do for me, darling. I'm not geared to go the route my late mother took with you."
"Aren't you?" Cleo moistened her lips. "Don't knock it until after you try it, doll."
Kitten shook her head. "I don't have to try it. Making it with another woman isn't my bag."
Cleo's voice tightened. "From what I've been hearing these past two nights, making it with men isn't your bag, either."
Kitten shook her hips at the woman and snapped, "It is now."
"Bullshit."
Kitten bit back a retort and turned to leave. A moment later she saw Gil Savage enter. Her blood speed up. The tall and deeply tanned man who earned his living by taking tourists out in his yacht to view the gulf was exactly what the doctor had ordered. What better teacher could a girl ask for than Starfish Island's most notorious cunt-hound?
Kitten turned her backside to Cleo Brill and trotted over to the handsome stud. "Hi, Gil."
Gil Savage nodded. "Kitten." His eyes caressed her tits. "Is Dan with you? I haven't seen him since he got back from playing soldier, and with the weekend coming up, I thought about dropping by the motel to ask if you two would be interested in…"
She cut him short. "I'm afraid Dan has other plans for the weekend. Plans that don't include either of us. But thank you for pretending you didn't know he spent his first night home away from me, or that he split again tonight." She locked glances with him. "You do know, don't you?"
Gil Savage nodded solemnly. "Bad news travels fast around this island."
She made a sour face. "Especially when Max Markie is around."
"Isn't that the truth?" His glance dropped to her boobs, then lifted to her face again. A frown wrinkled his brow. "Do you want to talk about it?"
A sigh hissed past her lips. "No. I'd rather discuss something else."
"Over a drink?"
"Sounds like a winner."
Gil escorted her to a secluded corner table. "Name your poison, little doll."
"I think I'd like a pink pussy."
"Hell, who wouldn't?"
Kitten threw back her head and laughed. "You've got a dirty mind, Gil. The pink pussy I want is a drink."
"Shucks. And here I thought it was something else."
Cleo Brill came over to take their order. One quick look at the lesbian told Kitten that Cleo was seething over the company she was keeping.
Eat your heart out, Kitten thought. Better still, bend over and eat your own cunt.
"What will it be?" Cleo asked stiffly.
"Adam's Apple for me, and a pink pussy for Kitten."
Three pink pussies later, Kitten was feeling bold enough to close in for the kill of lust. Getting Gil to seduce her would be no problem. But did she want him? She did. The man was experienced. She needed someone like that. A gentle whore master. She smiled. Yes, that was the right word for Gil – gentle.
Gil's voice pulled her back. "Penny for your thoughts, little one."
Kitten leaned forward, taking a deep breath that thrust her big boobs into greater prominence. "I'm not on the auction block… but I can be had."
Gil grimaced. "You have a lousy sense of humor, little one."
Devils of amusement danced in her eyes. "Who cares? I have other qualifications, in case you haven't noticed."
His eyes remained glued to her tits. "I've noticed. Your blouse is filled with two of them."
Kitten licked her lips. "Buy me another drink and I might let you touch them."
Gil smiled sourly. "I think I'd better drive you back to the motel where you belong, with Dan."
"Damned if you will," she hissed. "Dan probably won't be back from the mainland until tomorrow, so why should I bother to go home? I'd be bored to death." Her voice turned teasing again. "If I have a choice, I'd rather be bored by you."
Gil cocked an amused eyebrow at her. "That remark can be taken two ways, little one."
She felt heat creeping into her cunt and purred, "I only want you to take it one way, Gil."
His smile mushroomed into a loud laugh. "Now I know you've had too much to drink."
Kitten shook her head. "Not enough. I wouldn't mind another pink pussy."
"You won't get it here."
"Why not?"
"Cleo made the last call ten minutes ago."
"Damn!"
He glanced towards the entrance. "Which reminds me – the island fuzz should be popping in soon."
"So?"
"So all nineteen-year-old quails should finish their drinks before said fuzz walks in and really busts Cleo's big ass for serving booze to a minor."
"Fuck Cleo."
"I already have."
Kitten blinked. "I thought she only liked women."
Gil shook his head. "She's AC-DC. She'll plug in either way."
"Was she good pussy?"
"I'll never tell." He stopped smiling. "Finish your drink, and then I'll take you home."
Kitten shook her head again. "I don't want to go home. I have a better suggestion."
"Let's hear it."
"Why don't you do the honors and take me for a ride in your boat?" She smiled and added, "I'll make you gad you did. How about it?"
Gil studied her for a few seconds. She knew he was noticing the change in her. A smile crumpled his face as he stood up. "All right, little one. I'm tied up about three minutes from here."
"Then let's hit the beach."
Wild sensations pounded through her system as she followed him out into the moonlight. Cleo Brill glared after them, but Kitten ignored her. She had no time to concern herself with the lesbian who panted after a taste of her pussy. She was too preoccupied with wondering how this night would end – with Gil Savage. Would she enjoy fucking him? Would he pack her cunt with meat and make her explode with orgasm the way Dr. Dubois had made her explode? She hoped so.
Gil cut into her thoughts by saying, "Here we are, little one. Your last chance to walk away with your cherry still intact."
"What cherry?"
"You mean you finally got rid of the damn thing?"
"Yesterday. But I didn't enjoy losing it. I lost my cherry but I couldn't lose my inhibitions. That's why Dan cut out."
"You seem to have lost them now. Let's find out."
Gil's yacht was long, sleek and beautiful. Kitten knew it was his pride and joy, but for the moment his mind seemed to be elsewhere, and not on her. He snapped on the radio and said, "Pardon me for not attacking you immediately, but it's almost time for the news. I want to get the weather report."
"Why bother? Small or large craft warnings only mean something if you're going out on the gulf, and I don't think we are. Are we?"
"No, but there's a hurricane brewing a few hundred miles from here, and I'd like to be prepared if the damn thing decides to drop in for a visit."
Kitten shrugged and made her tits jiggle. "Well, you check the weather while I scrounge something to drink."
"Try the galley."
Kitten did. The news was over and the radio silent by the time she rejoined Gil in the cabin. She handed him a drink.
He looked at her quizzically. "I'd like to ask you something, Kitten."
"Lay it on me."
"Why did you go the pick-up route and let me bring you here tonight, little one?"
Kitten's tongue raced around her ripe red lips in a moistening gesture. She felt her heart hammering as she lifted her eyes from his bulging crotch and said bluntly, "I asked you to bring me here for immoral purposes. I feel like acting like a loose woman tonight. To put it crudely, I came here with you to get fucked."
Gil treated her to a lopsided smile. "You came to the right guy, but for the wrong reason, little one. I'm not interested in helping you get even with Dan."
She blinked. "To get back at my husband? Is that why you think I want your cock?"
Kitten's head wobbled. "You're wrong, Gil. I want you to fuck me for a different reason. I need education. Yesterday, when Dan took my cherry, I couldn't seem to thaw out for him. He called me a bum fuck, and he wasn't lying. But I don't want to be a bum lay. That's why I'm here. I need your help. Call it stud service. You're experienced. You know what to do with a girl."
"Like make a first-class whore out of her?" He made a clucking sound. "So you booted your first screw with Dan, huh? Looking back to the one time I tried to get in your panties, I'm not surprised. Remember? You went for the tit-kissing bit, you even let me touch your pussy through your panties, but the moment I whipped out the old business machine and showed it to you, the game ended."
"I remember."
"Cocks seem to turn you off."
"Not any more. At least, Dr. Dubois' didn't. I let him fuck me earlier this evening. I even climaxed."
"Taking one cock doesn't mean anything, little bird. You could still be afraid of them."
"I know. Only I don't want to be afraid of them. I've got to find out if I'm over this damn hang-up. Help me, Gil." Her voice turned begging. "Want me, Gil. Please want me."
"I do want you, Kitten," he said harshly. "I always did."
"Then take me… in every way."
He locked glances with her. "Every way includes sucking my cock, and taking it up the ass."
Breath caught in her throat. "I know."
"Have you ever taken a cock in your asshole?"
"No."
"Ever sucked a prick?"
"No, but I'd like to learn how. Dan seems to go for blow-jobs." Annoyance traced its pattern across Gil's face. He didn't relish playing the shadow role for any man. She said hastily, apologetically, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
Gil studied her for another long moment. Then the cloud passed from his face, and he reached for her. Arms tightened, cock stiffened. His mouth was hard and demanding, but the feel of it, pressing down over her own was enough to send shivers up and down her spine. He growled deep in his throat and started to grind his prick against her crotch. For a moment she was a little afraid, but the feeling passed quickly. Without warning, Gil started to run his expert hands up and down her butt, caressing her gently with his blunt fingers, making her ache and tingle all over with pleasure.
She sighed and coiled her arms around his neck, mashed her parted lips against his in a second kiss. Without having to be told how, she sucked his tongue inside her mouth, french-kissing him eagerly while her passion continued to mount…
Gil was lost now, caught up in the whirlpool of his own lust. He jerked his tongue out of her mouth, kissed her cheeks, her throat, her hair… all the while grinding his stiff cock into the softness of her right thigh.
"I don't want a leg job," Kitten said breathlessly. "I want to get fucked."
Gil laughed and stepped back to shuck out of his clothing. Kitten folded her arms across her tits and watched him undress. When he was naked, she took a close look at his stiff cock and compared it to Dan's and Dr. Dubois' before she said, "Big rascal, isn't it?"
"Most men are pretty well-hung."
"I'll have to take your word for it."
"Does the size of mine frighten you?"
"I'll let you know… after you fuck me with it."
"Spoken like a true wanton."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "That's right, and at the moment I'm a wantin' your big whang."
Gil laughed. Then he placed his big hands on her boobs and loosened the top button of her blouse. Kitten stood like a statue and let him disrobe her. Gil finished unbuttoning the blouse and helped her out of it. Then he unclasped the bra and bared her tits.
He smacked his lips. "Damn, those tits of yours look good enough to eat."
"So eat."
"No way," Gil rasped as he removed her skirt and panties. "The first thing I'm going to do is take the tip of my cock and tuck it between the lips of your tight little pussy. Then I'm going to start shoving it into you… until my cock-head goes so far back you'll be able to use it for a taillight."
His words excited her and made her say, "Tell me more, lover."
"Once I get at that juicy quiff of yours," Gil continued, "I'm going to start bucking like a fucking horse. I might even try to cram my balls in your tush. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before, and fill your box with so much jism even your eyeballs will start floating… and after I finish cream, I'm going to jerk my cock out and make you lick and suck me into another hard-on. How does that grab you?"
"Wild," Kitten said as she sank to the floor and drew Gil down beside her. "Do your stuff, stud."
Gil did. He came up off one elbow and lowered his mouth to the peaks of her boobs. He sucked her nipples. First one then the other. He sucked furiously, and in a few seconds Kitten's ass was squirming all over the deck.
"Ummm," she murmured, "your mouth feels wonderful on my titties. Keep working. Suck me into a juicy come."
Gil permitted a nipple to slip out from between his lips and rasped, "Take my juicy cock in your hand and play with it while I chew on your tits."
Kitten needed no encouragement, for at this point she was so blinded by the inferno like heat in her cunt she would have done anything to please him. She found his hard dick and hugged it with her warm fingers. She stroked, clumsily, and silently wondered if getting stuck in her hairy cunt with this drooling sausage would make the world spin like a runaway toy top…
Gil stopped sucking and gnawing on her tits and crawled to a kneeling position between her widely scissored legs. He took his cock in hand and started to feed his throbbing meat to her burning pussy. Then he changed his mind and moved out from between her yawning legs. She stared at him and said, "What?"
Gil grinned. "I changed my mind about fucking your tight little twat. I think I'd like a blow-job instead… for starters."
Kitten sat up and stared at his hard-on. She swallowed hard. Doubt edged her voice. "I don't know if I can take that big bugger inside this small mouth of mine, Gil." She pouted prettily for a moment, then laughed. "But I'm sure as shit willing to try."
Gil stretched out on his back and laced his big hands behind his head. His cock stood proudly, swaying towards his belly like a young sapling in the wind. Beneath it the sac containing his balls was clearly visible, the base of his shaft surrounded by a thicket of dark, curly hair.
Gil grinned at her. "Don't just sit there looking at it, little one. Take my rod in your mouth and suck the milk out of it. Try it, you'll like it."
She scooted over against his left hip. "I hope I like it. Let me know when you're going to come."
"You'll know. Believe me, you'll know."
Her eyes remained glued to the tip of his swaying prick. Worry crawled across her face. "I hope I don't get sick when you pop in my mouth. I've never tasted cock-cream before."
Gil reached out and fondled her nearest tit. "You won't get sick, little one. Trust me."
"I do." She smiled shakily. "Tell me what to do."
"That won't be necessary. Just be careful with your teeth. Don't bite. The rest will come naturally. Let me see your tongue."
Kitten's pink tongue peeped out from between her lips.
"Good! Now take my cock in your hand and lick my knob with it."
Kitten reached for his prick with both hands.
She hesitated for the space of one or two heartbeats. Then she pulled his meat towards her and approached it with parted lips. Her tongue raked the underside of his knob, and she discovered that the taste was not unpleasant.
Gil shivered and croaked, "The mouth, little one. Take it in your mouth."
Kitten didn't. Not right away. Her mouth dropped and she proceeded to tongue his balls. His nut-sac was salty with sweat and the faint odor of soap, but again it was not unpleasant. She licked his nuts for a minute or so, then slowly worked her way back to the velvety tip of his dong.
"So much for the tongue-bath," Gil rasped. "Now how about taking my whang in your mouth and doing me up brown? Just keep your teeth away from the bone, okay? Use the pressure of your lips and tongue."
"Yes, Gil."
"Do it."
Here we go, Kitten thought. My first blowjob…
Her mouth opened in a yawn and she crammed the head of Gil's cock into it. A pulse beat later strange things began to happen. The feel of his cock-head dripping inside her mouth caused her senses to spin out of control. Now she wanted more of his meat. She had to have more. All of it. As much as she could get!
"Hot damn!" Gil groaned as she took the entire length of his prick down her throat and compressed her lips to hold his balls against her chin for a second. "I see it, but I don't believe it!"
His voice came at her from a seemingly great distance. He was pleased. So was she. Taking his cock in her mouth was like discovering a whole new world of goodies. His pre-cum was out of sight. The more she sucked out of his rod, the more she wanted. Nectar. Pure nectar. Mmmmm.
"Good girl!" Gil rasped as he palmed the back of Kitten's head and tried to cram his balls inside her mouth. "You're doing fine. Lick, slum, growl over this boner I'm feeding you. Blow, baby, blow!"
Kitten responded. Her lips tightened. Then milked. Her teeth nipped at his throbbing cock. Gil Savage shuddered.
"Jesus," he said, awed, "I never thought I'd ever see the day when any chick would take my prick down into her throat the way you just did! And you didn't even gag!" He patted the back of her skull. "For a girl who's never sucked a cock before, you turned out to be something special, little one."
"Mmmmm," she mumbled around the cock that drooled in her mouth. "Mmmmm, mmmmm."
"Eat, Kitten, eat," Gil panted. "It won't be long now before I give you my cum. I'm on the verge of getting my rocks off. A few more licks and sucks should do the trick. Swing, baby, swing on my limb!"
Kitten swung. Her head bobbed over his root, and sometimes she took too much of his dick down into her throat, and then she would make a small gagging sound, but she didn't stop sucking. Nothing could have stopped her from sucking. She loved the taste of his cock, the way it throbbed inside her mouth, and she was even enjoying the touch of his crotch hair each time his balls made contact with the point of her chin.
She wasn't alone in this orbit of ecstasy. Gil was sailing with her. He tightened his grip on the back of her skull and started to pump his hips. He rammed his cock down her throat, then jerked it back. He bucked, he tugged, and then he barked, "My balls, baby! Put your hand on my balls and play with them so I can really get my rocks off!"
Kitten groped, found and scooped his nuggets into her left hand. She hugged, tickled, toyed, rolled his balls back and forth like marbles between her suddenly knowing fingers.
"That's it!" Gil yelled as he gripped her ears and brought her bobbing head to a standstill. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"
And he did.
Shock thrills of delight jolted Kitten's cunt as his sperm hit the back of her mouth, and for the next few wild seconds she had to swallow hard and fast to keep ahead of the honey gushing from his pulsing cock.
"That's it, little one!" Gil panted. "Eat every drop of my fuck-juice!"
Kitten kept swallowing, swallowing, swallowing, until there was no more.
"Ummm," she said as she permitted his softening cock to slither out of her mouth. "Your cream's delicious."
He managed a loose grin. "You didn't get it all."
"Oh?"
"You missed a drop or two."
"Where?"
"On my balls."
Kitten laughed. "I think you're lying. I think you just want me to lick your nuts again."
"I do. Mind?"
"No."
"Then lick them dry."
Kitten's lips and tongue massaged his balls for a few minutes. By the time she finished, his prick was up and ready for action once more.
"Now what?" she asked. "Another suck job?"
Gil shook his head. "Something else."
"Pussy?"
"Asshole."
Kitten giggled. "Be my guest. Anything goes tonight. To quote an old saying I just made up – when Kitten comes, everybody comes!"
"Kitten hasn't come yet."
"No, but she will." Kitten flopped to her back. "Fuck me into a good one."
"Spread your legs and I'll try."
Kitten did.
Gil scrambled to his hands and knees and moved in between her yawning legs. A bead of sweat dropped form his brow and splashed against her left boob. He wiped it off, then asked, "Ready?"
"Yes, Gil. Just don't turn into an animal and hurt me."
"I won't."
Kitten relaxed. A heartbeat later she felt the knob of his cock split her bung, and momentarily she let out a howl and tried to squirm out from under him.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Kitten yelped as she kept squirming away from his gouging cock. "Take it out, take it out! You're hurting me!"
Gil smiled wickedly and draped her sleek legs across his shoulders. Kitten was still yelling and trying to escape when he rammed his cock all the way up her ass with one savage thrust.
"Oh, God!" Kitten gasped as the entire length of his dong filled her asshole with the agony of a thousand hells. "You're killing me!"
Gil wriggled his whang inside her asshole. Pain stiffened Kitten's nipples, and now his lips zeroed in on the nearest one. He clamped his mouth over the tit and proceeded to suck it while he fucked her ass with his awesome cock.
"Damn you, damn you!" Kitten hissed. "Take your cock out of my asshole!"
Gil withdrew his prick a few inches, then hunched all the way into her butt again. Daggers of agony stabbed Kitten anew. She clenched her teeth, then suddenly relaxed them as pain faded and pleasure replaced it. Surprise jumped into her face, for now the sausage in her asshole was bringing her passion to a boil in the cauldron of her cunt. She exhaled loudly and her hips began a slow grind that added to the happiness she was now receiving from the boner in her butt.
Gil sensed her change of mood, asked, "Getting good to you?"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Kitten tightened the legs she had draped over his shoulders, squinted up at him. "You knew, didn't you? You knew the pain would pass and then your fuck-stick would feel like paradise inside my asshole."
Gil kept fucking. "Is that the way it feels?"
Kitten kept bucking against the prod that filled her butt. "Yes, like paradise! Ah, I never knew anything so big could feel so delicious inside my tiny asshole! You've got me turned on, now turn me off… Fuck me into a come, Gil. Ream me, ream me! That's the way! AAhhgg!"
Gil's fingernails bit into Kitten's hips as he began to work for his and her jollies. He was relentless as he poured the prod to her ass. He hunched in and humped back into her butt hole with his whang, and with each stroke his face became wetter, his breathing harsher and harsher.
He was on the verge of popping.
Kitten wasn't.
"Make me come," she panted. "Make me come!"
Gil tried. He kept lunging in and out of her asshole with his cock, his features becoming more and more twisted from the strain of approaching climax. Kitten matched him thrust for thrust. Her cunt was melting, her ass sensitive to the meat that filled it, and momentarily she was flirting with an orgasm of her own. It built up slowly within her, like a spark being fanned into full flame, and with each stab of Gil's prick the heat became more and more intense.
"I'm doing it!" Kitten shrilled. "I'm creaming! Oh, God! Cooommiinnggg!!"
So was he. Gil lunged into Kitten's asshole one more time, and a moment later they came together.
"Happy?" Gil asked a bit later.
Kitten sighed dreamily. "More than happy. I'm delirious. You gave me a beautiful come. Man, did you ever give me a beautiful come!"
Gil chuckled like a rasp going against the grain on a hunk of wood and backed his cock out of her ass. His sperm ran out of her butt hole. She dropped her legs from his shoulders, snaked out from under him and sat up.
"Game over?" Gil asked.
Kitten shook her head. "One more inning left, stud. I know I can make it sucking a cock, and I know I can enjoy getting fucked in the ass, but I don't know how I'll react to your cock inside my cunt. Let's find out, shall we?"
Amusement glinted in his eyes. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for the answer, little one."
"I don't want to wait."
"Then you'd better come up with a solution for getting my dick stiff again, you insatiable little nymph."
Kitten did. She trotted over to the sink, found a washcloth, wet it. She brought it back and wiped his flaccid tool clean. Then she took his dong in her mouth and sucked him into a hard-on again. She stretched out on the floor, opened her legs and watched him over the peaks, of her dancing boobs for a few seconds before she said throatily, "All right, stud, do your thing." She was panting like a bitch in heat. She wanted his prick in her twat. She had to know if she could take it without freezing.
"Fuck me, Gil. Now!"
Gil dropped to his knees between her legs. He slipped the knob of his cock beyond the dewy lips of her cunt, then stopped to look down at her as she tensed. Concern crawled across his face, and edged his voice. "Are you all right, Kitten?"
"I think so. Let's find out. Feed me your dick. All of it."
"In one lunge?"
"Yes… in one lunge."
"I might hurt you."
"I'm willing to risk it. Do your thing, Gil. Ram it into my pussy."
He hesitated.
"Now, damn it, now!"
Gil took a deep breath and hunched forward. Kitten belched air out of her lungs as he buried his bone deep in her cunt. Agony flooded through her system for a few hairy seconds, then vanished, and pleasure replaced it. Excitement embraced her, making her lock her legs around his haunches and shrill, "Your cock doesn't bother me, Gil! I can take it! I want to take it! Give it to me! Fuck me, lover, fuck me good!"
Gil responded. He started sawing his dick in and out of her tight but slippery snatch with piston like precision. Kitten started climbing the wall of passion. She twisted, she panted, she coiled her legs tightly around his bouncing haunches, and as her cunt threatened to explode in orgasm, she tried to sink her white teeth into the flesh of his neck. She caught herself in time and kissed him instead as she shifted her hips into overdrive to work him into a quick release.
She wanted his cock-cream in her quim. Sweet mother of lust, did she ever want his sperm in her quim!
She went after it. Her hips rolled. Her ass made slap-slap sounds against the floor.
"Pour it to me, pour it to me!" Kitten chanted. "Fuck me hard, Gil! Fuck me, come in me!"
Gil did his best to satisfy her. The speed of his hunching became frenzied and his breathing turned ragged. His sweat-soaked face was a twisted mask of naked lust, and a hint of spittle clung to one corner of his mouth. The room whirled; they whirled with it. They raced at breakneck speed toward the yawning gates of release. He was the first to reach it. He rammed his cock balls deep in her snatch, and Kitten moaned with delight as she felt his hot fuck-sauce gushing into her own erupting cunt.
Their bodies locked in a wild embrace. Their moans became a duet. The yacht rocked. They rocked with it. Until the storm of orgasm passed into limbo…
Gil dropped his sweaty face between her tits and sucked air into his lungs. Kitten loosened her legs from around his butt and thrilled to the sensations his wilting but still swollen cock was continuing to give her pussy.
Gil finished loading his lungs with air and lifted his face from her hot and sticky jugs. He locked glances with her and asked, "How do you feel?"
Her lips softened in a smile. "Like a well-fucked woman." She patted him on the ass. "You do fine work, stud."
"No regrets?"
"None."
"Good!" Gil withdrew his cock from her cunt and moved out from between her legs. He helped her to a standing position, smiled. "I'm gad you picked me up tonight."
"So am I," Kitten laughed as she gathered up her scattered clothing and proceeded to dress. Her face clouded. "I'm only sorry I waited so long before I made up my mind to become a complete woman."
"Well, you're there now, so stop brooding, little one."
Kitten stepped into her panties and covered her pussy. Gil handed her the blouse.
"Are we going to get tight with each other again?" he asked.
"Would you like to?"
"Damn right. I wouldn't even mind it if we started getting tight with each other right now."
Kitten buttoned the blouse and stepped into her skirt. Her smile sagged. "No more tonight, Gil. I'd better get my fanny home before Dan comes looking for me."
He glanced at his wrist watch and smiled sourly. "Yeah, it is getting a bit late."
It is getting late, all right, Kitten thought as she kissed Gil Savage on the lips and walked out into the muggy night. Where my husband is concerned, maybe too late.