Christy wiggled her toes, stretching forward, and he felt her toenails tickle his balls deliciously. She giggled with delight as she saw the purplish head of his cock shoot up like a periscope among the popping bubbles. She raised up, so that her high, firm breasts floated like two lovely balloons on the water, drawing her toes along the inside of his thighs as she did so. She rose up onto her knees then, staring at him, licking her sensually parted lips.
"Do you want me to suck you now?" she asked. "Do you want me to suck your big hard cock now, Kirk?"
"Yes! Suck it, oh Jesus suck it, suck it!"
Christy lowered her head, and Kirk watched her mesmerically as she took a mouthful of the hot, soapy water; little bubbles were in evidence around her glistening mouth when she raised her head again, as if she was a bitch dog with the froth, and the sight further increased the passion which was seething inside his body. She eased forward, positioning her head directly above the jutting head of his swollen rod, and her hand slid through the warm water to grasp his cock at the base, her little finger teasing his bloated scrotum below.
Breath burst from Kirk's lungs in staccato explosions as he felt her hand on his genitals. Her cheeks were puffed out from the soapy water she was retaining there.
Then, like a striking snake, her head darted down and her lips came in contact with the head of his cock, parted to take the lust-inflated head between them. At the same time, she released the water which she had been holding inside her mouth, and it cascaded like warm flowing oil down over the length of his throbbing shaft.
A cry of wanton delight came from the very core of Kirk's being, and his hands came out of the bath water involuntarily to tangle themselves in the silver blonde tresses of Christy's head. He levered up as he did so, driving more of his excitedly throbbing penis into the warm, incredibly soft cavern of her mouth. The back of his head was resting on the tub's lip, and he could look down to see half of his thick burgeoning manhood disappear into her ovalled red lips, see her lust-contorted features as she allowed the shaft of hard pulsating flesh to remain in her mouth without moving her lips on it, without touching it with her tongue. Kirk's testicles were boiling cauldrons of semen now, and lie knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his hardened pole like a flow of hot molten lava.
"Suck me!" he commanded down to the top of her head.
He tried to push her head down on his cock with his hands wrapped in her now-wet silver hair, but she resisted, tickling his balls maddeningly with her fingers. She pulled out of his grip to smile teasingly up at him. "Do you like my mouth wrapped around your cock, honey!"
"Yes! For Christ's sake, suck me, Christy!"
Once more her head dipped, and her tongue came out then to lick circles of liquid fire around and around the head, flicking into the glans eye, lapping up the excited pre-ejaculate seeped from there. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, and he endeavored to bury his rigidly erect penis inside her mouth again. But still she resisted, licking and washing the head of his cock tantalizingly, twirling her tongue faster and faster around the blood-swollen head.
She drew back once again, leaving his wildly jerking rod of flesh, and lowered her head to the water another time. Again, her mouth filled with the hot, soapy liquid – and again, she bobbed her head down over his excited penis before taking the head between her lips carefully.
She began to suck him slowly, rhythmically, with the warm water still held in her mouth.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Kirk moaned in rapturous passion, as the combined sensations of Christy's soft lips and tongue, and the hot water she was gurgling around his cock, made him almost insane with desire. Never had he imagined anything to be this good! Christ in heaven, how could a man go through twenty-six years of life without ever having had anything as good as this!
"MMMmmmmmmm!" Christy hummed as she washed his cock again and again with the soapy water, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. Kirk was watching her slave on him, jerking his hips upward into her face and driving her head down with hard thrusts of his hands in her hair, and the sight was one so lewdly exciting that he began to chant to her between bared teeth.
"Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it!"
Christy's tongue, with a nerve-tingling lap on the out-stroke, was like a separate entity, a mad thing as she sucked him. Her mouth worked hungrily, greedily, her concentration full and complete on the task she was performing, swirling the hot water around and around his cock without losing so much as a droplet of it from the cavern of her softly ovalled mouth. Her breasts danced wildly, beating the water to a bubbled froth, as her head pumped, as the soft wet skin of her lips puckered outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his hotly pulsating cock.
It won't be long, he thought numbly, completely abandoned now to the orgasmic mouth-fucking he was receiving, it won't be long before I cum, before I fill her mouth and her throat and her belly with my cum… it won't be long before I shoot a load like I've never shot before, before I have an orgasm that'll put all the ones I've had with Vicki to shame… it won't be long, it won't be long now at all…
CHAPTER FOUR
Victoria felt a soft, cool hand stroke her forehead and her long raven hair, and her eyes came open instantly. Her head lilted from the back of the couch, and she could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
At first, she had a strange disembodied feeling; she didn't know where she was, even who she was. The room was unfamiliar, and the man sitting next to her, stroking her, wasn't her husband… but then she recognized Dr. Eric Kaye her employer, and the room as his home – and the evening's events came back to her completely. It was all right; she was safe. She leaned back against the cushions again, sighing, and then winced as a little throbbing pain in back of her eyes made itself known to her.
"I… fell asleep, didn't I?" she said to Eric, a little sheepishly.
"That you did," he told her, smiling. He moved back away from her slightly, looking into her eyes. "How do you feel now?"
"Still a little woozy," she confessed. "How long have I been sleeping?"
"Not long. About fifteen minutes."
Vicki looked around the room, then frowned. "Where's Kirk?"
Eric got to his feet, his expression sobering. Inside, though, he was seething with anticipation of what he felt sure was about to happen. The timing was perfect, he thought; Christy should have things well in hand – more properly, he told himself with a mental grin, well in mouth – by now. Christ, she'd had Kirk all but fetching sticks for her when she'd led him off the balcony earlier. It was really a pleasure to watch her work; she knew how to entice a man, that was for sure, and she was the best fuck he'd ever had, although a few women he'd known had come close. All things considered, Christy was the perfect wife for him, and he the perfect husband for her. They both loved fucking more than anything – yes, he had to admit he loved it even more than his work – and their respective skills in acquiring new flesh for the fold were perfectly harmonious. He was a damned lucky man.
Kaye held out his hand to the beautiful young woman on the couch, and Vicki took it. He lifted her onto her feet, steadying her with his other hand on her elbow. "There's something I think you should see, my dear," he said.
"See?" she asked, confused. "But – where's Kirk? And… where's Christy?"
"Come along, now," Eric said soothingly, and steered her down a hallway at the far end of the living room, opening a door off it. He groped on the wall inside, and soft lighting cast an eerie illumination over the previously darkened room.