For an instant, Larry was stunned. His eyes rolled up and down the naked beauty's thighs, caressing her with his gaze. He ended up looking between her voluptuously hanging white breasts, up into her cool blue eyes, and then he recognized her, almost with shock, saying quickly and breathlessly, "Say, you're Angela Heet! You were at my wedding!"
"Larry? Larry Hanger?!" Angela's eyes rolled sideways and into the back of her head and then she blinked and looked at Larry. "Say, isn't this a wonderful coincidence," she said charmingly. She could picture Cindy Hanger sitting home alone with the tool she herself only that afternoon had demonstrated for the poor young bride. "I saw your Missus today, Larry," whispered the young, lusty blonde. "She had a gift from you!"
"Oh, jeeze," moaned Larry Hanger. "Did she show you that?" He looked sideways at Ken Atwell. It was something he didn't want to have to tell young Ken about. It was part of his image at work to let the people he knew think that his bride was about as hot and lusty as could be.
"She sure did show me that," said Angela Heet, her eyes keenly aware that the older businessman was trying to think what to say. Then she made it easy for him: "I kind of liked that gift. I wish I had a man who watched out for me that way. If you know what I mean." She looked from Larry Hanger to Ken Atwell and back again to Larry. "If I had a man like that, well, I'd probably give up workin' in places like this for the rest of my life!"
"I'll be damned," moaned Larry Hanger. "Where were you two months ago!?"
"Right here, honey. Right here, shakin' my ass and lookin' for you, I guess!" She smiled prettily, and then she dropped the hard-assed act, saying softly, "Let me get you two gentlemen something to drink. Then I have to do a little dance. It's about that time."
"Oh, sure. Right," said Larry, catching his breath for the first time in several minutes. All the time that they'd been chitchatting and getting straight on who's
who, young Angela Heet had been standing with her large creamy breasts nakedly hanging only inches away from Larry. It was everything he could do to keep from reaching out and taking hold of the two voluptuous white breasts… squeezing them, rolling and massaging them in his fingers!…
He watched the young nude dancer strutting across the floor and climbing the bar-stage. She motioned to the bartender and a song came on suitable for dancing. A couple of guys, two booths up from where Larry and Ken sat, hissed and clapped. Angela shook her behind and smiled. Then she started dancing, moving her hips in rhythm to the music, shimmying this way and that until by the middle of the tune she was squatting down, legs spread, pulling her g-string out so as to reveal between her supple thighs the pouting pink lips of her wet glistening pussy!
"Oooh, yeah," moaned Larry Hanger, his eyes nearly popping completely out of their sockets when he saw how tender and wet Angela Heet's vagina looked. "Did you get a load of that?!"
"How could I not?!" asked Ken. "She's too much! Look at those tits, man!"
"Yeah," said Larry, "and she's a hot one, too. None of this prude stuff! You know what I mean? That girl loves it!"
"I think I know what you mean," said Ken Atwell. "What do you say, after the show-"
"You took the words right out of my mouth," said Larry Hanger. "After the show we take little old Angela for a drink. Your place?"
"Why not?" Ken Atwell was staring straight ahead, watching the way Angela Heet moved. Something about the young blonde and the way she shook her hips and ovalled her lips and used her tongue during the naked dancing all added up to wickedness… hot, lewd wickedness… and fun!
By eleven o'clock the two businessmen had downed close to half a bottle of bourbon, and they were feeling their oats. Angela Heet had one more dance number to perform before she could slip out of the bar with the men. That arrangement had already been made.
In order to pass the time, they went to the back room of the bar where a color film was being shown. "Say," said Larry Hanger, loosening his tie and checking out the girls in the movie on the far wall of the small room, "this place has got everything!"
"Yeah," moaned Ken Atwell, his eyes staring straight ahead at the activity on the screen. "Look at that! You ever do that with a girl?"
Larry looked up. "All the time. Why not?"
A man was lying on top of a young woman with his face between her legs, his mouth glued to her cunt, his cock stuffed into her mouth. "It's the ol’ six-nine number. Don't you do that when you get the chance?" he asked Atwell.
"Sure," said the younger man. "Of course. I just wondered if you did, that's all."
"Yeah," said Larry Hanger. "Of course, Nothin' like eatin' a little pie to make ya horny as hell, eh?!" He looked back at the movie screen. The girl had her legs spread wide and her hands reached down to the back of the man's head. She pressed on the nape of his neck and pushed downwards as she raised her pubis upwards simultaneously. Larry Hanger could almost hear the click of the man's tongue between the soft wet lips as it stroked up and down across the girl's clitoris and splayed puckering labia.
"Wow," he said, "look at him go, man! He's eatin' her out like he ain't had none in a century or two! Mmm, yummy… yum, yum!" He watched the action on the screen, the way the man kneaded the woman's thighs, the way he pressed his tongue into her vagina and worked her puckered, glistening lips with his fingers and his tongue at the same time.
Then he looked at the way the woman was working the man's cock. She had it between her lips and she was bobbing 'her head up and down so as to make the prick shaft wet all over. It was as if he was fucking her face. That's how she was moving her lips up and down the thickened shaft, rubbing and licking, hungrily sucking it with all her might. It was plain to see that the movie was no simulation. It was the real thing. The woman was actually sucking up the man's cock, and the man was truly licking out her vagina. Both of them, both the man and the woman were clearly excited. His prick was bulging and thick and the blue-veined topside of the cock-shaft stuck out like a roadmap, while his lust-bloated testicles went lightly smacking into the girl's chin with every pump from his quick jerking hips.
The camera cut in for a close shot, one that revealed the woman's hot-tipped breasts. Her nipples were large and thickened, distended pink with desire. They glowed hotly, stimulated from the man's rubbing pelvis and pumping thighs in the sixty-nine position. The tips of the nipples were blazing red, obviously excited and aroused to the limit!
Suddenly, the sound track came on. For some reason everyone in the room had assumed that there was no sound with the film, but now they were startled by that very thing. There was the noise of the two people rubbing and pumping, their bodies smacking and wet. And there was the sound of the man's tongue licking at the woman's vagina lips, while from her end of things there came the sound of her tongue lightly caressing around the knobby thickness of his bloated prick cap. The thickened rim of his cock-shaft was the object of her splayed licking tongue now, and while she did that she breathed loudly, pantingly, sucking for breath in passion aroused from the depths of her licked vagina!
"Uuuuuhhhh," she moaned around the hardness skewering in and out of her ovalled lips. "Oooh, harder…suck me harder, honey… suck out my cunt… suck it… suck it good…" Her lips were ovalled to accept his hugely thrusting cock, but she could only moan on the tip of it now, so furious was the passion between her legs.
Soon she began scissoring her thighs to and fro on the man's actively bobbing head. Sometimes his face was visible, his tongue searing into her pussy, and other times her thighs enveloped his face and made it impossible to see him.