"I guess so," she replied. "I'm no connoisseur of Scotch… it is Scotch, isn't it?"
"Yes, one of the best. But then, it's an acquired taste for those who really like it. Unlike sex, one's first experience with Scotch can easily be the last."
"You're speaking as a male," she told him, with a perception he had not thought her capable of at her age. "With a lot of females – perhaps even some males – the first taste of sex can have the same effect!"
"What about the second taste?" he inquired, seeing his chance to advise her subtly that he knew of her session with Jack. She was obviously startled, but recovered fast while she gained time by sipping at her drink.
"I thought it was Rhoda who had the binoculars," she said.
"It wasn't necessary to spy," he explained. "We saw you and Tom go into the Cartwrights' cottage, and we saw you come out. It doesn't take a lot of thinking to conclude why you were in there so long." He conveniently omitted the fact that he had confronted Jack with the same evidence and obtained confirmation.
"I'll have to admit that perhaps the second taste of sex and Scotch can be similar," she told him. There was mischief in her eyes. "Again… I'm speaking mainly from the female point of view."
"Are you saying that if a woman discovers she can enjoy sex with less discomfort than she had during her defloration, she could learn to like it?"
"Something like that," Sandy agreed. "Assuming that Scotch has advantages over other liquors, you first have to get past the medicinal taste, and if you like the plus factors it offers, you'll try it at least the second time, to see if the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."
"Well, Sandy, ignoring the Scotch and concentrating on the sex, have you any observations to make on the third time?"
"I'm not qualified to discuss the third time… yet," she said. Ross caught the hesitation before the qualifying word. He also saw the slight relaxation of her knees which gave him just the barest glimpse of her twat hair, but the lips of her cunt were so snug that no pinkness appeared to split the wealth of mahogany curls.
"I don't set myself up as a credentialed instructor," he said. "But I'd be deliriously happy to help you qualify, if you happen to be in the mood."
Sandy saw the twitch of his semierect cock, and the way it jerked in his lap made tingling sensations ripple over her. She let her knees separate a little more, then leaned back and rested her elbows on the bar behind her.
The action pulled her lovely tits outward and upward, and the nipples quivered enticingly as the mounds jiggled and bounced. Ross felt his cock stiffen still more and twitch with a stronger pulsation than before.
"I'm in the mood to be put in the mood," she said coyly.
Ross was at her side in a second. He set his drink on the bar and cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he put his lips on one of her nipples. He sucked the springy morsel into his mouth and tongued it. A shiver ran through her body. He sucked at the tit hungrily and she whimpered softly.
Moving to the other tit, he worked at the nipple until she was fidgeting on the stool. Her elbows left the bar as her hands moved to hold his head, pulling the welcome mouth more tightly against her tit. His hands kneaded her ass, fingers teasing the crack until she raised up to let him probe her asshole gently.
"We can do better than this," he said, pulling away and taking her by the hand. "Come on, honey, let's be comfortable." They went into the bedroom and crawled onto the sheets. Ross went for her cunt with his mouth, and she opened her legs wide to let him in.
He thumbed back the snug outer lips and licked into the pink flesh, tasting her rather bland cream and inhaling deeply in search of her heat scent. It took him several seconds to detect it, and he realized the potent flavor of the peat smoke in his straight Scotch had masked her exciting musk at first.
As he became more enthused over the womanly quality of her cream, he noticed that the quantity was increasing. The more he gathered her dew, the more she produced to replace it. And her moans were proof enough of her eagerness to have him continue lapping her cunt.
He shoved his tongue into her hole, fucked her with it until she began to wiggle her ass, then went after her clit. She gave out a little cry as he twitted it with his tongue. He nibbled it and heard her moan as her head rolled from side to side on the pillow.
With lips snugged over the firm bud, he gave it a few fast sucks, making it jerk in and out of its cloak. Sandy squealed as her torso shuddered and rocked in reflex.
Ross licked down into her cunt again, slurping up more of the generous flow, then fastened his lips on her clit once more and began to suck it in earnest. She cried out almost immediately, and her muscles all tensed, including those in the cheeks of her ass, which he gripped tightly as he thrust his tongue deep into her hole.
Her body writhed and jerked and Ross could suck only a little bit longer before the tossing motions became too violent to ride out. He let her go and crawled in to lie beside her while she finished her orgasm.
"Nice!" she whispered when she was calm enough to think more clearly. "Very nice, Ross! Thank you."
"Thank you, Sandy!" he insisted. "Your cunt is very sweetly exciting to eat." He sat upright and looked down at her. "Shall we continue?"
"Yes! That's put me in the mood… beautifully!"
"Let's try it with you on your hands and knees for a start," he suggested. She got into position and Ross helped her move her legs just right so he could knee up close to her. He felt the coolness of her wet mahogany curls as he put the tip of his cock into her crotch.
Then he parted her lips with his fingers and nosed his knob around to get it centered in the entrance to her cunt. It was snug, but her juices still flowed heavily, and he rode into her twat for the first few inches on a generous coating of lubricant.
She whimpered a little as he continued to drive his prick onward, but her sheath had started to become accustomed to getting fucked, and it expanded smoothly as his cock filled her more and more, until he felt the end of her cunt with the tip of his prick.
"Ross!" she said in a frightened voice. "You're in me… awfully far!"
"This position has certain advantages, Sandy," he told her. "You'll have to try them all before you know which you like best."
He started fucking her, moving in and out of the snugness of her box with care, for he was tremendously excited to be in her young pussy, and the tightness threatened to bring him off unless he took it slowly.
His hand reached under her, found the connection between them, and located her clitoris. He spread her excess juice over the tiny bud and began to toy with it as he stroked into her cunt. Sandy whimpered and gasped as the thrills began to build all over again.
Ross experienced something he had forgotten for a long time. Sandy's sheath was so tight around his prick that when he withdrew between strokes, the lips of her cunt seemed to pull outward, their flesh clasped around his shaft tightly. It added to his sensations by providing constant friction over a large portion of his cock.
"And your cunt is a delight to fuck, too!" he told her as he fought to maintain control.
"Fuck me harder, Ross!" she cried. She had discovered that she liked the feel of his knob pounding the end of her tunnel, and she wanted him to batter it brutally.
He fucked into her with merciless power, and she grunted at each stroke, then gasped as he pulled back for the next, her twat clinging to him as his wet shaft slid rearward.
Ross could feel small claspings now, as her cunt muscles reacted to her rising passion. And her ripping fingers as he teased her clit and the edges of her outer lips.
"I know, Ross… I know!" she cried. "The third time… is heavenly! Oh, screw that… lovely cock into me… hard!"
He fucked into her with the force of a battering ram, and she moaned and whimpered constantly as her excitement mounted. Juice was seeping out all over as flesh slid against flesh wetly, and Ross was pounding the end of her spine with his pubic pad, feeling the impact at each fuck.