She felt racing fires of delight at each thing he did. She gave him gasps, she gave him groans and finally began to hum steadily in rapture. From her knees to her shoulders she was a mass of turned-on girl, starting to go into her animal bitch.
It was safe, comfortable, and very erotic. She felt her body turn moist while her cunt produced a continuing rich flow of gland juice, which Robbie whisked away with swallows of enjoyment. Dear Robbie! Imagine him loving her so much he would inhale her body juices and revel in it. He was completely turned on, singing his pleasure at giving her sweet service. She knew his cock was hard as a rock but she was glad he didn't force it into her body or expect her to put her mouth on it. She sure wasn't ready for that.
The sofa, the room, the fire, everything receded as she went up into a private heaven of pure sexuality, letting her guard down completely. She held onto his head and let the roaring fires of pleasure inside of her build and build.
"Oh, Robbie, it's blessed, sweet, hot. Ah-I feel so good. Oh, it's lovely, loveleeee," she said.
She sweated as she rose up to glory. Aching tension joined with rising joy to bring her, finally, to a state of animal joy.
"Ow, oh, eeeee," she went and she began to come, her nerve network tightening and pulling her soft muscles into the strain of a total orgasmic lock.
Robbie sensed her rush to completion. He increased his pace and used his hands on both her nipples to wring the last ounce of erotic response from her. She rushed right up to glory.
"OOOOOOOO-EEEEEEEEEEEEE," she cried happily. She lifted her butt and crushed her pelvis to his mouth, holding-tight to his head. First she felt a holy, incredible muscle lock where she quivered in ultimate delight. Then came the sweet rushes of spending, throb after throb of her cunt, quaking to his tongue, squeezing his finger that he rode cock-like inside of her alongside his chin. "Eh, eh, eh," she grunted and gave it all up to him, She'd never had an orgasm like this. Maybe with the younger guys she'd been too afraid of them, herself and her natural body reactions. Robbie was different. She just opened her feelings up, opened her body up and gave herself over to the richness of sex satisfaction, tensing and untensing, wallowing in the rich spasms that possessed her. Even after the first ecstatic surges, she continued to strain against him, coming up to new cunt quakes-relaxing-and then after a few seconds tensing again to feed him feminine submission.
At last she sank back, glowing all over.
"You shouldn't have done it, Robbie-but it was marvelous," she sighed. Her face glowed with her satisfaction.
"You deserve the best child," he murmured. His own face was smeared with her sex juice, chin to eyebrows, glistening.
He rose between her legs and slipped down his pants. His cock, blunt and thick, appeared and in her erotic state she was able to stare at it and thrill. It was so big! It looked so strange, standing up at an angle from his belly, sticking out from his greyed pubic hairs, darker than his flesh elsewhere, glistening. She saw big, purple veins under paper-thin skin. She saw his testicles, his balls, swollen and big, hanging under the cock.
"Got to get rid of-congestion," he said his voice thick with sex need.
For a minute she feared he would press that fascinating but frightening blade down into her body. But he had other ideas.
"Can't possibly last-too hot," he muttered.
He jacked himself off, kneeling in front of her, staring down at her.
It thrilled her to see him strain in his turn, and hear his gasps of pleasure. She knew she would get his inundation and felt happy.
It came. His thigh muscles locked, his hand jerked erratically on his prick and suddenly there was a rush of jism from deep inside his body. His come spurted out in long, hearty loops and fell on her belly and breasts, warm and foaming.
"Greeaat," he grunted and pumped it out, the erratic shots hitting her skin here and there.
The first spurts went way up on her breasts, but as the pressure eased they fell shorter until, at the end, there was a trickle of come down his shaft, webbing into his pubic hair.
She twisted in pleasure at the erotic delight of seeing the male cock burst. She stroked the warm, pungent jism into her skin. It felt like velvet, soft, yet powerful in its chemistry.
Smooth as always, he cleaned himself up, and her, and put his clothes back on. They made small talk as she shyly slid back into her pajamas as if nothing had happened between them. She felt too exposed now, ashamed of letting him see her sex bitch in action. She was glad when he soon left her alone.
But her evening of sex wasn't completely over. Alone once more, Scotti sighed in pleasure and masturbated herself, reliving that fantastic experience. She smelled her hand, inhaling the erotic odor of his dried come. She even licked her fingers and palm as she got hotter and hotter. Masturbation was her only form of sex. Tonight it was greater because of this new event and lesser because it didn't feel as good as having his tongue take her.
It was only after her second orgasm that she began to think about all the implications of the evening-Robbie's divorce, Cynthia and her father, and the fact everybody thought she and her father had incestuous relations. Wow! Things had turned slightly crazy…
Cynthia had Doug's cock hard in his pants. She'd often wondered what would happen if she made such a bold gesture. Tonight she had her chance to find out. She and Doug Crawford came to this small, quiet bar in the back of the lobby of the Ski Fortune Inn.
The big bar wouldn't do. It was jammed with happy young people, trying to dance to rock music and shouting at each other in a disco atmosphere. This bar played soft, straight music and attracted the few older people. It was very dim and she and Doug picked a booth way in the rear because she wanted to pour out her troubles with Robbie.
Doug was a bear of a man who resembled Robbie somewhat, yet was completely different in temperament. His hair was salt and pepper, not white. His body was more angular and it contained a much more conservative personality. Doug had been a successful surgeon who had put his money into a string of rest homes and was now retired from the practice of medicine to run his establishments. He really needed the airplane that Robbie wanted to sell him, so it made sense for the Well's to come along on this ski trip and mix business talk with pleasure.
Instead, everything revolved around the coming divorce. Doug was shocked and sympathetic.
"Scotti and I like you both," he told Cynthia. "We'd like to help you put it all back together."
She explained there was no putting the marriage back together. Robbie played around too much and they'd stop having sex some time ago. Still, she'd held on until Robbie himself made a date to start the divorce.
"Now I'm free in spirit if not in fact," she told Doug as they settled in the bar.
Doug "tished" and "tushed" as she told him of her sex problems with Robbie. The conversation turned her on; first her thigh rested on Doug's and soon she had a hand on his leg. Doug was moral and proper, even prissy, but he'd had a few and she knew he was attracted to her dark good looks and sleek dancer's body. She hadn't appeared in public for years, but she'd kept up her excercises and was proud of her svelte body. One thing was for sure-Cynthia Wells would have no trouble finding men. She was thirty-eight and could pass for her mid-twenties.
Soon Doug's hand was on her thigh, patting and squeezing in sympathy. With his old friend at the actual point of divorce he could allow himself that freedom.