“Ahhh, soo good!” she cried, smacking her lips.
“You-you-you— fucking meeee,” gasped Crystal, wide-eyed and hot, humping on the fox-like features.
Strong female fingers dug into Crystal’s flesh as Sylvia reveled in her sex power. Her hand on the belly moved the skin and opened up more cunt to be eaten. Crystal moaned in ecstasy. She was being scoured out by an expert, along with receiving the most luscious cunt reaming a tongue had ever given her. She realized with a spike of new wild pleasure that this woman had probably drunk Fred’s spunk from more than one contrite female. Talk about your looney sex trips! But that made it even hotter.
“I ca-can’t believe this!” gasped Crystal.
“Honey, I go crazy to suck off the cunts of Fred’s girl friends.”
“Wha— what does F-F-Fred think of all — oh, oh — this?”
“Oh,” said Sylvia, “he sucks me when some man has planted a load in my belly.”
“What?”
“Surely. I could never be a lesbian, woman to woman. He could never be gay. This way we get the best of both worlds!”
“Oh, my God,” moaned Crystal.
She humped right up to wildness, driven by Sylvia’s hot action. Her cunt was sparkling clean now, scoured of every drop of Fred’s deposit. So were her lower belly, her pubic hairs, and her thighs. But the pleasure of that suck, expertly given, drove Crystal right out of her mind.
“Ahhh, Sylvia,” whined Crystal. “You’re taaaaaking meeeee.”
“Ride it off, hot bitch. Take it. Give it up.”
“Ahhhhhh, yesssss,” cried Crystal.
She arched up, heart pounding, eyes glazing. She hung in space, curiously wanting to defeat the demanding tongue that pulled her sex treasure right out of her belly. But Sylvia made a laugh sound in her throat and rode Crystal’s clit unmercifully.
The blonde girl gave a shriek of pleasure and surrendered to her, her cunt clipping and quaking in rich, helpless spasms of golden delight. She spent and spent for the wounding tongue, unable to hold anything back, pleasing Sylvia with the complete tribute of her luscious young body.
“Oh, Sill— vee — yuh!” Crystal went, collapsing, lifting, jerking, losing it all to the woman who held her belly firmly and milked her off as if she were a silly, helpless child. Her orgasm was as hot as in the one Fred’s cock had reamed out of her…
Afterwards, Fred came into the room and the Ritters tucked the exhausted Crystal into bed and left. Dozing already, Crystal heard their departing words.
“But, Sylvia, why were you so mad at me when you first came in?”
“You tried to sneak one past me, you bastard,” said Sylvia. “You thought you could plant it in that girl and leave it. That I wouldn’t find out. That’s adultery!”
Crystal couldn’t help but smile.
Across the street in Gunnar Strand’s apartment that same night, Leaf Campbell started to go out the door. Gunnar caught her.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Her eyes showed whites of fear.
“Out— to shop, Gunnar.”
“Sunday night?”
“Sure. There’re always stores open. I don’t get any chance during the week. It’s either my job at the bank,. or going out with Mr. Hunt or Mr. Weber, or somebody else. Last night I got in at five a.m.”
“You’re not going out to shop. It’s that prick, young Fellows, the window teller, isn’t it? You’re meeting— him. He’s a nothing, a poor salary slob — and you can’t wait to go meet him.”
Leaf licked her lips and tears came to her eyes. She could never lie to Gunnar.
“Gunnar, I do all you want. I screw these old guys and work at my job to bring you stuff you’re not supposed to have…”
Whap! Her face stung from his slap.
“You know why I don’t want you seeing young Fellows? Not because he’s bad for you. He is, baby. He’ll screw you, marry you, fill your belly with kids, dump you in some dirty-walled apartment and go off to football games alone, yammering about how stupid wives are. From him you get poverty, dull conversation, ugly relatives and two week vacations in the Adirondacks for the rest of your life.”
“Gunnar, he hasn’t…”
“I don’t care about that, you stupid kid. When we’ve finished our project, you can fuck up your life with any thick-headed asshole you can find. You’ll pick a loser, I know that.”
“Gunnar…”
“What, I worry about is love’s little confidences. ’What does this guy you live with do?’ he asks. ’Oh, he fools with the computer for the bank,’ you reply. ’No,’ he says, ’come on, tell me the real lowdown. What does he REALLY do with ’the computer?’ So— with love shining in your stupid eyes, you blurt out everything we do and swear him to secrecy. I get the FBI on my doorstep.”
“Oh, Gunnar, I would never…”
He grabbed her by the wrist and walked her back into the living room. He sat her down roughly by the telephone.
“Get him on the horn. Tell him you can’t come out tonight. Poppa won’t let you.”
“Ohhh, Gunnar, whyyy?” Her eyes filled with tears again.
Gunnar stared down at Leaf and knew that he could only tell her a part of the reason. It was true that he feared her saying the wrong thing to the young guy she’d taken up with. It was also true that he was hungry for sex and the incredible fact was— he hadn’t fucked her.
Since the night he’d forced anal sex on her, he’d only touched her once— another anal trip because the first was so good. The rest of the time he refrained, because he wanted her putting out for Hunt, Weber and the other executives, not him. It drove him crazy to think of her giving it up to a lead-brained punk kid who meant nothing to the project. Better he should have it!
She argued, she pled, she wept. In the end, she had to call young Fellows and break her date. Gunnar was in one of his moods, she realized, and when he got like this there was nothing you could do.
He walked her into the bedroom and began to take off her clothes. She tried to stop him.
“Gunnar, I love what you do to my rear, but it always leaves me aching the next day. Maybe we shouldn’t do it tonight.”
“Who said anything about your rear?”
She stared at him in surprise.
“You want something else?”
He pulled down her slacks, peeling off her panties along with them. He dug his fingers in between her legs, making her jump, gasp and walk up on her toes as those threatening fingers tried to get inside her body.
“How about plain old front side sex, Leaf? We haven’t tried that yet. And since you’re putting it out to every nothing young guy who works at the bank…”
“Gunnar, uuuuuuuuu.”
He made her take fingers standing up and she became wet suddenly. He pushed her back on the bed and got her pants and panties off the rest of the way. Tears came to her eyes.
“Gunnar, why do men use me like this? Grab me and ram things between my legs to get me excited and give up sex. They don’t do this to other women.”
“Because, baby, there’s something about your body, face and manner that screams ’Fuck me!’ Don’t blame the guys. I’ve seen it happen a hundred times. You walk into that bank office and every male who sees you says to himself ’That’s a sure fuck. Good-looking, too.’”
“No, Gunnar— I’m not like that at all.”
He took pity on her.
“Leaf, I know you don’t want to be. Still, when you walk you have a wounded, hungry look, like you can’t possibly get across the room unless somebody shoves a stiff prick into you belly real quick. If you were ugly, you wouldn’t be so bad. Unfortunately, you’re damned good-looking.”
“You and Crystal were going to help me out with this.”