Her cunt-muscles continued to caress his cock as it began to go soft inside her. It was a wonderfully soothing sensation, a balm after the intense spurt of release.
When he had filled her up, Dave stretched out beside her on the bed, recovering from the pleasure-agony of letting go. No sooner had his cock left her cunt than Steve's cock left Heather's mouth. The big man was excited. He wanted some pussy, too. Mouth was good, but, for him, pussy was better!
While Dave watched awestruck, Steve buried his long cock to the hilt in her cum-lubricated cunt.
"Uuuuhhh! Gooddd!" Despite the intensity of her climax, Heather was ready and eager for more. She had been a little disappointed when Dave came in her. She wanted to be fucked senseless tonight. Now she enjoyed the perversity of having that sweet cum up in her cunt, and having a hard cock there, too.
"Fuck me, fuck me, Steve!"
Now her mouth was missing something. She missed the erotic feel of a nice smooth cock moving in between her lips. She wanted to taste Dave's cock, with the combined taste of his cum and her juice still fresh on its soft surface.
She looked wide-eyed over at the reclining Dave, "Come on, Dave. Let me suck your cock now."
Dave was amazed. He had bot expected this wild redhead to go so far as to suck his cock when it was covered with cum and twat juice. She was really something! She liked it all!
He turned himself around on the bed, so his cock lay in front of her face. This way, he also had a great view of Steve's long cock sawing in and out of her clutching cunt. He groaned low when her mouth closed around his flaccid staff. He could tell by the titillating way her mouth was playing with it, his cock wouldn't be soft for long!
"Mmmmmm!" She sucked like a starving child while her ass thrust back to meet Steve's long impaling strokes. She had been right about his cock. It rammed her deep. She could feel the tip slamming against her cervix on every in stroke. A delicious sensation!
Steve did not mind being the second man inside her cunt tonight! It was slick inside with Dave's cum. It was like fucking into a glove filled with butter. The tingles invading his every nerve-ending were becoming more and more compelling. He thought he could feel his cock growing, getting ready to fill her greedy hole for the second time.
"Oooohhh, lovers! You're so good to me! I love your cocks! Mmmm! Ooooohhh!" Heather was delirious with passion. She had never had two men make love to her at once before. The advantages were obvious. She would get fucked at least twice as often. And she felt twice as aroused. She enjoyed bringing pleasure to these two handsome men at once.
Just as Dave had predicted, his cock was rapidly swelling once again to rock-hardness. Her mouth was nibbling tantalizingly on his smooth cock head. Her tongue tabbed provocatively at the ridge separating knob and shaft. Her whole mouth felt so hot and stimulating. What man could resist all this?
The large sumptuous hotel room seemed to have shrunk to the size of the bed. All three orgiasts were feeling at the moment as if the world began and ended on the outer reaches of the mattress. They were totally involved in one another and in the sexual atmosphere that hung heavy in the room.
Grunts and groans and the slap of flesh on flesh accompanied their tireless erotic symphony. The men's cocks swelled with hunger. The woman's mouth and pussy grew to accommodate them.
"Oh, lovers! Darling men! Screw me! Alt, Jee-zuz! I'm cumming again!"
This time she was carried right off in a heady wave of overflowing release. Her whole body relaxed completely. She became a puppet to the two stroking cocks. The men had to hold her up to keep pumping into her.
Steve had reached his own pinnacle and he let himself cum with her. "I'm cumming with you, baby! Yeahhh!" He slammed his jetting cock far inside and held it there a moment. Then he worked slowly back and forth once again, getting out the last drops of jizz.
Even Dave could not resist the lure of the others' euphoria. For the second time that evening, he filled the woman's belly with his potent cum. Only this time through her mouth, instead of her pussy.
All too soon, the time came for Heather to leave.
"Can't you stay just a little longer?" Steve pleaded.
"I'd like to… but I can't." She looked sad as she slowly put on her clothes. "You guys were wonderful. I'll never forget you. But I've got to get home."
Tom was home when Heather arrived. He was drunk. She was disgusted. She couldn't stand Tom when he was that way. To her surprise, he reached out and tried to grab her as she headed for the bedroom.
"Hey, hold on, sweetheart! Haven't you got a little kiss for your loving husband? It's been a long time, baby. A hot twat like you… you must be hungry for it. Why don't you and me get it on tonight, huh?"
Heather was horror-struck. Tonight of all nights, Tom was going to try to get sexy with her! She mustn't let him feel her cunt. He'd know for sure what she had been up to. She pulled away from him and hurried into the bedroom. He followed.
"Hey, what'sa matter? I'm not good enough for ya?" His eyes narrowed. "Or maybe you've already had your cock for tonight? These girls you're always going out with… maybe they've got long stiff cocks, huh?"
She tried to look weary, bored. "Don't be silly, Tom. You're drunk. Why don't we just go to sleep, okay? We've both had a long day."
Before she could finish taking off her dress, he tackled her and knocked her onto the bed. He tried to push her skirt up over her hips and grab for her panties. With a mighty effort, the redhead broke free and hurried into the adjoining bathroom. She secured the door behind her.
His knocks were loud and insistent. "Let me in! Come on, you little whore! How's about some pussy for your husband for a change?"
When she didn't answer, he gave up. The bedroom was silent. Just to be safe, Heather waited a half-hour before venturing out of the bathroom.
Tom was sprawled on the bed, sound asleep. She pushed him gently aside and crawled under the covers. She fell asleep almost immediately.
Her dreams were sweet.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Heather didn't know how the grapevine worked until about a week later when there came a most unusual recommendation.
She showed to a booth in the restaurant an attractive couple in their early thirties. The woman was a stunning blonde who wore a chic zebra-sniped dress and a matching scarf tied carelessly around her hair. The effect was provocative. She looked like a high-fashion model. The man was tall, prosperous-looking, confident.
"You're Heather, aren't you?" the woman asked as she took her seat.
Heather pointed to her name-card. "Yes, I am." The woman made her nervous. Though she knew she looked stunning herself in a low-cut green cocktail dress, Heather felt an instinctive distrust of another good-looking woman. She was automatic competition, no matter how fleetingly the other was passing through her life. She made Heather reassess herself. A quick glance into one of the many mirrors in the restaurant reassured her. She felt better about the blonde.
"Why do you ask?" she inquired more politely.
"We know some friends of yours," the man replied. He paused a moment, and smiled at her. "Steve and Dave. Remember them?"
Heather's heart leaped to her throat. What did this mean? Was she about to be unmasked, her shameless exploits exposed for all to know?
"Yes," she replied cautiously. "I remember them."
"They spoke very well of you…" the woman's voice was soothing, reassuring. She reached out and just barely touched Heather's arm. "Very well."
The woman's light touch provoked a familiar tingle in the redhead's belly. Did that touch mean what she thought it meant?
"We would be flattered if you'd come out for a drink with us later." The man's voice was more intimate then before. It, too, aroused tingles inside Heather.
She felt not the slightest hesitation about what her reply should be. She was intrigued. "I'm through at eight. I'd love to join you for a drink. Any friends of Dave's and Steve's… as the saying goes." She laughed.