"Ready fm more?" Tina asked Peter, who was still reclining in the bed taking in the sight of the magnificent specimen of womanhood who had just undraped herself.
"Whenever you are, my love," he answered, shifting to give Tina room to lie down.
"Jesus," she said, "I'm horny as hell, don't play with me, just fuck me to death."
Peter could feel her hand reaching out and encircling his cock. The performance Tina had made out of undressing had turned him on again, and he was ready, willing and able to scramble her brains with his cock. It was as if he and Julie hadn't done a thing.
"Fuck me, lover boy, fuck me," she breathed as Peter tolled over and covered her body with his. She had stretched her legs in a split, much as ballerinas do, and her gash protruded from her crotch. Her cunt lips were wide open, and Peter could see a thin film of pussy juice along the pink ridge of her cunt lips. She tugged on his cock and pulled it to her, inserting its tip into her and pulling Peter down on top of her so his prick slid all the way home to the back of her gash.
Despite her size, Tina had a nice, snug cunt, Peter discovered, not small by any means, but warm and tight. She wrapped her arms around him to hold him still while she moved under him, so despite the fact that he was on top of her, it was she who was fucking him. Up and down, up and down, she tossed and moved doing all the work. Peter marveled at the strength in her, and at the smooth, yet tantalizingly rough cunt walls that were sending shivers of pleasure racing through his body.
"Let loose, come on man, squirt into me," she gasped, still tossing Peter up and down. "I'm coming, I'm…"
Peter felt her body convulse, and then felt his own bodily tensions go over the crest and he could feel himself squirting into her. He could also feel the walls of her cunt contracting and wringing every last drop of his semen out of his cock. He'd never felt anything like it.
The rest of the evening was lost in a blur. He was hot for Tina, and although he made it with two or three other women, it was Tina he really wanted. He pursued her all night long and at last she promised to come out to his estate for a visit.
The sleep wore away and Peter could see that Tina had been awake for a while. As a matter of fact she had been sucking his cock for a while, too, while he was still off in slumberland. His dick was only partially hard, but when he was fully awake, it stiffened to its full glory very quickly.
Tina climbed over his legs and straddled them revealing the hungry lips of her cunt.
"My daddy was in the Army and he always said, 'If it moves, fuck it!'." Tina laughed as she neatly tucked his dong into her and started moving up and down, feeling his swollen cock stimulating the walls of her slit.
"Your daddy was a very wise man," Peter said as he watched the Amazon fuck the daylights out of him.
It didn't take long before both of them came again, their juices intermingling in Tina's hot little cunt. And then, again, they collapsed like balloons from which the air had been released.
They rested for a few moments, and then Tina rose.
"I'm gonna shower and head back for the city," she said to Peter.
"But you said you'd stay for a couple of weeks," he complained to her, "you've only been here for one."
"I know, but I gotta get back to work," she smiled.
"You never told me what you do," Peter countered, still mystified by this beautiful woman who seemed to have no visible means of support.
"Oh, I do a little of this and a little of that," she smiled.
"What's the big secret?" Peter asked.
"Nothing," she grinned as they walked back to the house. "I kinda wander here and there and get some bread together, that's all."
"Come on, what do you really do?"
"Nothing, lover boy," she smiled, "I'm an orgiast, and you can look that up in the dictionary."
CHAPTER TWO
Peter kept trying to get the truth out of Tina, but she just laughed and put him off as they showered and dressed. As Tina was getting ready to leave, he tried to get amorous gain, but as willing as Tina was for a fucking as good as Peter could give her, she dodged this attempt. She had another appointment to keep, and she didn't want to be too tired when she got there.
Peter pursued her, and finally let her go when she promised to come back next month. Meanwhile she slipped behind the wheel of her MG and settled in for the drive back to the city. Tonight, Tina thought, was going to be the big night. Tonight's orgy, was going to establish her reputation. Everyone who was anyone would be there, and tonight they'd all know about Tina Rogers, the greatest of them all.
Driving the long miles to the city was a bore and Tina let her mind wander as her car rolled over the miles of concrete that led back to the city and her big assignment – the biggest of her career. She thought back to her first introduction to sex. That too had been at an orgy, though she was too young and naive to fully, understand an orgy or what it was, but she sure as hell did. Yes, those were the days, when sex was still a mystery, before she had decided to become an orgiast. But that first experience had really turned her on. She was in her senior year in high school, just seventeen years old, and still gangly and awkward, but her beauty was beginning to reveal itself. She had already grown almost to her full height, the result of which was twofold; first, she was taller than most of the boys so she didn't have many dates, and second, she was on the basketball team.
Most of the girls were just discovering sex, and in the locker room after games there was always a bit of good-natured teasing as the girls compared their still-budding breasts, and the scrawny patches of hair that were beginning to grow between their legs. Several of the girls had experienced sex, but Tina hadn't – not until the end of the first semester when her coach, Joan Willis, asked her to stay after practice. Tina didn't quite know what to expect, especially when the coach added, "and don't get dressed after your shower."
Tina went into the shower with the rest of the girls and washed herself and dried herself as they did, but instead of getting dressed as they did, Tina wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the coach's office.
"Hey, relax Tina, honey," Joan started, "I'm not going to ball you out or anything, but I just wanted to have a look at you and make sure that you were all right. Why don't you take off your towel and sit down in that lounge chair."
Tina smiled, relieved that everything was okay and that the coach wasn't upset at her playing.
Joan Willis had been a professional gymnast and her body, which was superbly fashioned, was very well muscled, every one of those muscles hidden by the curves of he super-feminine body. She was sitting at her desk, and after comforting Tina and offering her a seat, she stood up, and watched for a moment as Tina let the towel drop from her young body, still damp from the shower.
Joan was wearing a gray sweatshirt over navy shorts and now she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and flexed her arms back, pushing her firm, muscled breasts forward. Tina watched her coach because she had never seen her in the nude before. Joan stooped slightly and pushed the shorts down her firm, well-shaped legs and let them slip all the way down. Tina looked at the triangle of golden hair that curled around and around Joan's crotch. Her coach was a beautiful woman, and Tina hoped to be that beautiful, too, someday. But now she felt uncomfortable. She felt a twitching, a nervousness. Her eyes were riveted at her coach's slit. The hair around it was the same golden color as the hair on her head, and through the silky color, Tina could see a faint pink slit, not unlike hers.
"Don't be uncomfortable honey," Joan cooed. "We're both adults – women – and we don't have to hide our bodies from each other. I've seen you in the nude while you showered so its only fair that you should see me too, isn't it?"