A constant, moaning purr oozed from her lips. She felt his last spastic thrust, reveled in the warmness of his hot load as it spurted deep up into her pussy, mingling with the thick, hot sperm she'd already drained from her dog-lover.
At last it was over and her brain and body reeled to a halt. She felt her pussy-lips release their captive, heard the soft wet plop as his rubbery deflated prick slipped from her lightly locked cunt. A cool rush of air blasted between her gleaming thighs and filled the sperm-flooded tunnel deep inside her.
"Here," she said, swinging around and burying her head in his lap. "Let me clean your cock off. You came so good." She had just popped the huge head of his cock into her mouth when Roy came through the door.
"Hey, I didn't know you guys had a royal fan club!"
"What are you talkin' about?" Mark said, pushing her head gently down over his cock.
"You got a telegram from some Count. Here!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Daphne… Goddammit, will you hurry up. You've been in that shower for twenty minutes."
"Listen, lover," Daphne called from beneath the surging water, "you should be glad I am. You don't want to eat a soiled pussy tonight, do you?"
Claire Laurenz sighed, cursed under her breath, and turned back to her mirror. She didn't look forward to the evening's show at all. As she studied her face, she combed her hair and thought about the last three years since she had dropped out from being a suburban housewife.
She had done it because she wanted freedom and sex, all kinds of sex. All she was doing or getting was eating Daphne's pussy for five hundred dollars twice a week at kinky parties. Well, she guessed it was better than what they had just after their respective divorces. Then they had gone to the orgy parties and put on their little show for nothing. Now, at least, they were getting paid for it, and getting rich. But they weren't getting laid, except by each other, and then only on stage.
The two couples had moved into their respective neighboring houses only one day apart. They met and for five years were fast friends. Later it had amazed them both that they hadn't seen the attraction for each other right away.
It had happened during Daphne's twenty-sixth birthday party. As usual, all four of them had drunk too much and, as usual, the two men had passed out in the den watching television.
The girls had also drunk too much, but not enough to put them in such a paralyzed state. They commiserated with each other as they stood in the door of the den and surveyed the wreckage of the party and their two snoring husbands.
"Wouldn't you know it," Daphne wailed, sipping from the half-finished drink in her hand.
"What?" Claire replied, trying to get some focus in her own fuzzy eyes.
"That sonofabitch," Daphne said, pointing a finger at her sleeping husband. "The bastard hasn't fucked me for over a month, an' he falls asleep on my birthday. I feel like a virgin again."
"Oh, you got the same problem, huh?" Claire replied. "My little boy spends so much time screwing the girls in his office that he falls asleep before I can get dinner on the table. He's the only man I know who uses the old 'I've got a headache' routine!"
"Fuck 'em," Daphne said, "let's go over to our place and have a swim."
They did, and the swim only sobered them to the point where they became more maudlin about their respective spouses. After the swim they sat at the patio bar, drinking and talking. They surprised one another with sudden, open frankness.
"You know," Daphne said, "I've thought about leaving that bastard more than once."
"Why haven't you?"
"Scared, I guess. I've never had to make a dime on my own, you know, and, besides, I guess half a cock is better than none at all."
"Sometimes I wonder about that," Claire said, replenishing her drink.
"What?"
"Cock. Hell, I could get more from another woman than I could from him," Claire replied, returning to her stool.
"Have you… ever, I mean…?" Daphne asked, a sudden interest in her eyes.
Claire turned and studied the other woman.
Daphne was really a beautiful animal, she thought, suddenly surprised that she had never noticed her before in all the years they had known each other. By the light of the moon, sitting there in a brief bikini on the bar stool, Daphne was truly a sight to behold.
That long, sun-bleached hair flowing down to those brown shoulders, those strange eyes, that big damned mouth. There was something a bit cruel about her nose, the curve of it, the nostrils flaring too dramatically. Claire looked at her well developed tits, studying her with awe. Each was like a ball that had been halved and she felt her breath catch in her throat.
Claire studied the other woman's gold-flecked eyes and decided to plunge ahead. "I had a little affair with one of my teachers in high school."
"But she didn't approach you in school, did she?" Daphne asked, leaning forward.
"No. It was at her house. In a way, I idolized her because she seemed to be everything I wanted to be. She was pretty young for a teacher. Couldn't have been more than twenty-three or so. And she was beautiful. Even when she wore those teacherish dresses, she couldn't hide her lovely curves. Usually she wore her hair up when she was in school, but at home she always let her hair down so that it came to her breasts. I used to have fantasies about her, about how she would make love to men. There was something really sexy about her."
"Did she just grab you, or what?"
"We had just come back from a field trip, and she asked me to stay and talk for a while. I stretched out on her sofa, and she said that she, was going to take a shower and would be back in a few minutes. I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up I heard her footsteps. I figured she was in her robe or had dressed, but she hadn't. When she walked into the room, she was completely naked."
"Weren't you embarrassed?"
"Sure I was. But she was so beautiful. Her hair was still a little wet, and she seemed so fresh and clean when she walked in. Her pussy hair was still wet and she was drying it with a towel. I couldn't take my eyes off of her lovely breasts, and she smiled as though she knew how much I admired her."
"Didn't she say anything about being naked, or did she just let it pass as though nothing were different?"
"No. She said that she hoped I wasn't uncomfortable seeing her like that, but that when people are close friends it's silly to hide their bodies from each other. That seemed right, somehow. Then she told me I could take my clothes off, too, if I wanted, that it might relax me and make me feel freer."
"Did you do it? Did you actually take off your clothes right there in her living room?"
"It seemed so natural and desirable to be naked when she was naked, that I couldn't resist. We stretched out on some pillows she had scattered on the rug and lay on our sides facing each other. I could see how much she enjoyed looking at my body. It didn't take long for me to find out that she wanted to have sex with me."
"What did she do?" Daphne said, sitting on the very edge of her stool.
"Well, what happened was that she started asking me about my boy friends and about whether I had ever had sex with them. She wanted to know everything, and I was so flattered that I told her that I had some experience. She seemed real pleased, and asked for all the details. I mean real juicy details. It was obvious that she was getting turned on by what I was saying. I wanted to please her, so I told her as much as I could think of. You know, how I fucked for the first time, how I sucked guys off."
"Jesus," Daphne said, squirming her bikini-clad ass over the bar stool. "You're getting me hot as hell just talking about it."