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Just for you, Elizabeth! Salacious Elizabeth, enjoyer of all things elegant, allows sexual desire to take her into a scalding ménage a trois with her lover's one time conquest, a torrid little blonde submissive eager for bisexual games
Elizabeth - Chapter One [part 1 of 5]
Chapter One
Near the floor to ceiling picture window of her living room suite, Elizabeth stood, eyes not focused on any one of the millions of lights or buildings that seemed to go on forever. Twenty-seven floors below, the stream of cars moved like a living organism, impatiently surging forward when traffic lights changed - only to stop again. She smiled when the images of blood cells rushing through arteries came to mind, and watched with that in that light - thinking about the people in them as the life-blood of the city. She thought about all those people - wondered where they were going and what they were doing - if they shared the same passions and curiosities. That thought made her laugh.
"I bet they share some of mine," she said out loud to no one. "Someone must. Look at how many of us there are. Dear Jesus - each one of you was at least the result of someone getting their nut. That is a lot of fucking."
She sighed and set the still icy but empty cocktail glass on the beveled glass table and checked the time, admiring the 18k white gold Cartier 'Tank Francaise' on her elegant wrist. She felt the glow of pleasure that expensive things provided as she recalled the evening she'd received it.
"I was worth it," she mused, caressing the cool cabochon sapphire crown with perfectly manicured nails. "So was he." The soft bell sound of the door announcer drew her back from salacious reflections. She pressed the answer button and said, "Yes?"
"Elizabeth. Push the button."
He was right on time and she smiled the smile of a woman who didn't like to be kept waiting.
"Hello, Sidney. Give me a second."
She returned to the living room to pick up her purse and wrap. One last look in the entry floor to ceiling mirrors assured her that there wouldn't be many other women that would turn Sidney's handsome head while she was in his company. She felt herself become aroused just picturing him. When she heard the tap on the doors, she again pressed the announcer.
"It's me, Elizabeth. Let me in."
She opened the door. "Sidney- you gorgeous man - thanks for not keeping me waiting."
He helped her with the wrap. She closed the apartment door, and they went to the elevators.
"You look lovely, Elizabeth." It was a statement of fact, and coming from the absolutely perfect specimen of masculinity standing next to her it made her giddy.
He was wearing a Tux he'd had tailored on his last trip to Vancouver, a Ravenchy creation that could have garnered a centerfold for what men in Tuxedos should look like. And none knew how to tie a bow like Sidney. Arm through his, she took the smooth ride to the lobby - and they both nodded a 'Thank you" to James who always held the big glass doors.
"I have reservations for nine. If you're hungry I can get them changed We can be there in fifteen minutes."
"No - nine's perfect," she answered as they got to the curb and his driver opened the midnight-blue Mercedes door. "I'm not in the mood to hurry anything we do."
After she sat back into the luxury of soft leather, he closed the door and went around to the other side and got in. The rear light dimmed as the car pulled out into evening traffic, another mechanical corpuscle in the life blood of the city. Elizabeth loved the selection of music he'd programmed, romantic intimate instruments and voices that made thoughts turn to things other than dinner.
"Have you missed me?" she asked, since he hadn't said a word for a few minutes.
"More than you'll know . . . "
She felt the heat in her cheeks. Why could just the sound of his voice make her feel like that? Making it even warmer was the scent of him - a clean subtle scent of maleness than made her dizzy. 'God . . . ' she thought, opening her purse and checking her face in the compact, 'I swear - these can't be hot flashes yet!' She could see his face in the glow of passing headlights and neon - the high chiseled cheekbones and smoothly shaved features, generous full lips and that head that was as smooth as his chin. Pressing warm thighs together, she had to fight down the urge to touch herself. 'My God . . . '
In the near-darkness of the back seat she put her hand on his thigh and felt the iron hardness of a man who knew how to care for his body. When she moved it higher he put his hand on hers and held it.
"How hungry are you?" he asked, amusement in his voice making her weak with the need and promise of indulging her near addictions.
"More than you'll know . . . " she answered, teasing back, knowing he'd love to indulge her needs if she'd just say them out loud. "Do you want to hear me talk nasty tonight, Sidney? Do you want to play nasty games?"
He only smiled and looked out the window. The glass between the front and back seats was up and the intercom off so she knew Paul couldn't hear their conversation. The lights changed and the car moved forward, so quietly she couldn't hear the sounds of its engine.
"How's the business plan shaping up?" she asked, changing the subject and removing her hand from his thigh.
"Very well," he answered. Then a long silence. "I leave for Vancouver again next week. We'll have all the due diligence reports complete by then. I expect everything to go smoothly. The meetings here with ADR went very well - the bankers are happy and so are the attorneys. That says someone is going to make some money."
"I hope that someone is you."
"Thank you, Elizabeth. I like to spend it on you."
She touched the Cartier on her wrist again and smiled.
"I'm glad. I try to be a grateful recipient."
"You are that." He glanced at her again to see if she was still teasing. "I like your brand of gratitude. It's one of my favorites."
"It always gets better," she said, hand back on his thigh, but this time high enough to feel the large head of a semi-swollen cock.
'Oh, my God!' she thought, envisioning the man's sex organ at full erection, an uncircumcised shaft that she'd lavished hours of affection on, an erection that touched places she otherwise wouldn't have know, a cock that could fill her mouth, throat and cunt with a single orgasm. 'And momma said I have a large mouth!'
She laughed and he gave her an inquiring glance. "What?"
"Nothing."
They road to the sounds of Sinatra singing, "Come Fly With Me."
"I want you to do something tonight we haven't done," he said, allowing her to caress the large growing bulge in the mink/cashmere wool of his Tux pants.
"What," she asked, tongue moistening full lips to keep them moist, so eager for sex that she was unable to stop flexing the cheeks of her ass.
"Camille."
"Excuse me?"
"Camille. The assistant to the president of ADR - his 'girl Friday'. She incredibly sexy. I want to see the two of you together."
Elizabeth struggled to breathe, the excitement in the enclosed rear Mercedes compartment so tangible she wanted to undress him, to get between his muscular ebony thighs and take that godlike erection in her mouth and suck him senseless, no care that Paul might look in the rear view mirror and see her sucking off his employer.
"You want to watch me have sex with a girl?"
"I not only want to watch - I want you to ask me to participate. I want you and Camille in a ménage a trios. I've given this enough thought. She's quite sensual, Elizabeth - a visual contrast to your short dark hair and olive complexion - she smaller than you, but she's as tight and slick as one of those a bikini models on that "Wild-On" program - and I'm sure she's a natural blonde. She's going to meet us for dinner. That was the surprise I told you about. We're having dinner together before we share 'sweet desserts' somewhere else. You've more than hinted that you like the idea of being with a woman - you and I and a woman doing all the things you enjoy."
"Where?"
"I haven't decided. How about you?"
"Sidney - do you - have a thing for her . . . "
"Other than the one you're playing with?" He chucked and moved her hand away from the object of her attention. "You can't keep doing that or I'll have to get these to a dry cleaners - and that would put a damper on dinner."
They rode in silence until Paul pulled to the curb, got out and opened the door for her.
"Here we are," he said. "Watch your step, miss."
That was one of the things on her mind.
They were ushered in and directly to a private table toward the back of the quiet, elegant restaurant by the maitre d' who discreetly shared a few words with Sidney. As soon as they were seated, he whispered something Elizabeth wasn't meant to hear, turned and walked away, only to return moments later, accompanying a girl so attractive that Elizabeth had to intentionally remember to shut her mouth. Sidney stood and made introductions as Camille took a seat across from Elizabeth. Acknowledgements made, and smiles between them, he turned to Elizabeth as a waiter appeared and filled glasses with water.
"I told you she was pretty," he said, a twinkle in his eyes that she recognized, "and I wasn't wrong, was I? What do you think? Am I a man of taste when it comes to judging women? Tell me ladies. Who could have lovelier and more intelligent companions?"
Camille blushed so, that even in the subdued light it was obvious that his flirting was the cause. Elizabeth knew her own cheeks must be red.
"Listen to him." she said, taking the napkin as the waiter started to drape it over her knees. "You'd think he was Donald Trump."
Camille laughed, and it was almost musical. "He's the ladies man!" she said, aglow, taking the offered napkin from the waiter. "Is he always this much of a tease when you're alone?"
"He's not always a tease," answered Elizabeth, with a side glance at Sidney, "but he's always a handful."
Camille blushed madly and Sidney cleared his throat. "Yes, well - would you ladies like wine?"
As the dinner progressed, soup and salad, Elizabeth continually found herself watching Camille with the thought that at least one of the reasons they were sharing the meal was Sidney's desire to have them do things she'd only allowed herself to fantasize about. Over and over she caught Camille looking at her with what she thought was more than just friendly expression. When she excused herself to visit the lady's room prior the entree being served - she invited Camille to join her. Sidney stood as the two left the table, something she appreciated in a man.
"How long have you know him?" she asked, her entire body aglow in with a desire she wanted desperately to explore.
Camille was standing next to her at the vanity refreshing makeup. She watched as the blonde applied a light coat of lipstick to a perfect bow of a mouth, lips made for at least one thing she knew Sidney enjoyed.
"Just this year," said Camille, dropping lipstick back into a small black clutch. "I met him on his first visit to our company. He's very nice . . . "
"He is that," said Elizabeth, attending a spot of nothing on her cheek. "He does spoil me rotten."
"He's lucky . . . "
She turned and looked at Camille. "I agree. He's kind - intelligent - and a most handsome man. That's a hard to beat combination."
Camille suddenly blushed crimson again, and Elizabeth wondered what had brought that on - but instead of pursuing it let it pass. They fussed only a few moments before Camille spoke again.
"Are the two of you serious? I mean - have you made promises or anything?"
"None," smiled Elizabeth. "I like our relationship so far and I don't think he wants to change it. We do enjoy each other . . . "
"That's what he told me. You date other men?"
"I haven't recently . . . " Elizabeth paused, wondering how much he'd told her. "And you?"
"I've dated a few men this year - but nothing serious." She caught Elizabeth's eye in the mirror. "I do like to play . . . "
"Play?" Elizabeth blotted her lips and paused.
"Don't you?"
Camille smiled a smile that didn't require words. There was no doubt in Elizabeth's mind what the girl was saying.
'Girl?' she though, 'Listen to me. She looks eighteen but she must be older to have the job she has. My God, look at that figure. I wish mine looked that good! Sidney wasn't kidding.'
"Let's get back before he thinks we ran off together without him," said Camille, the comment intended to deliver a not to be ignored suggestion?
Sidney stood when they returned and sat after they did, and paused as the waiter filled the wine glasses. "Here's to beautiful women - and thank God I'm with two of the nicest ones on earth."
The three touched rims, then sipped wine, and Elizabeth, after touching napkin to lips, added, "And to the best looking man . . . "
Camille blushed and smiled, eyeing Sidney just a bit too surreptitiously. Thoughts were running like wild fire though the fields of Elizabeth's heated mind.
After a perfect entrée, coffee and drinks, the three sat in near silence until Sidney broke it, his question leaving the table an electrified space.
"Well, Camille - is she a playmate, my dear? Would you like to play you favorite games with us tonight? I told Elizabeth I wanted us to have ménage a trios. I didn't tell her about what you did to me in George's office - but I want you to do each other - I hope Elizabeth gets as wild as her fantasies. I've been feeling very sensual all week and look forward to this. Shall we get kinky, ladies?"
Camille was blushing so hotly that she resorted to covering her face with both hands.
"I am so ready. God, Elizabeth - I'm sorry - I guess I should have told you when we were in the ladies room that I did Sidney the first time we met. I've been just crazy to try this - a ménage a trios. Where can we go?"
Sidney looked at Elizabeth and nodded. She took a drink of ice water before speaking.
"My home - we have all the privacy we want and no one will disturb us. But I want you both to know who's in charge in my home. I am - and what I will or won't do is my decision tonight. Okay? I want your agreement. Camille? You'd like that, wouldn't you, you eager little party girl? I bet you like being an assistant. You enjoy being directed by men? If you come back to my place you're going to do what I want, too. If you do, you'll agree right now"
Camille, full lower lip between perfect white teeth, lowered large sky-blue eyes and whispered just loudly enough that Elizabeth could hear from the other side of the table.
"I like being - submissive - it makes me so hot. Tell me what to do . . . "
"We'll have a wonderful time," said Elizabeth and smiled, getting up as Sidney helped with the chair. "I have a very active imagination and you have a very pliable personality. What could be better? And I must add that I have the most virile man on earth to please my other desires. Come on, Sidney - let's make your night worth the cost of the dinner."
Signaled by Sidney's electronic page, Paul picked them up at the curb. In the back seat, Sidney sat between the two beauties, each looking at the other with guarded smiles. Elizabeth reached across his lap and touched Camille's arm.
"Tell me what you did in your employer's office," she asked as the car pulled away from the curb. "What happened?"
Camille's fingers were doing something between her thighs that Elizabeth recognized even in the semi-darkness of the sedan, the car so quiet that the sound her fingers were making was loud enough it made them all giggle. She'd pulled the hem of her dress up far enough that she could spread her legs and was openly playing with herself.
"God - he was so big," she said in a loud whisper. "I couldn't stop staring at him while he was talking to my boss. I could see how big he was - it was half way down his thigh." She tried not to giggle but did. "When my boss asked me to take down the rest of Sidney's thoughts about the merger - he had to go to another meeting - I stayed to take dictation."
"I think you took more dick than dictation," smiled Elizabeth, elbow in Sidney's ribs.
Camille had worked the hem up further and Elizabeth could see the hot-pink glow of panty-crotch as the blonde worked almost white fingers over a very obvious cleft in the center of the two inch wide strip of smooth satin. Sidney was watching, too, one hand squeezing what was impossible to hide in the leg of his trousers. Camille was watching him, tip of her tongue wetting full lips.
"What did you do with that when you were in your bosses office?" asked Elizabeth, the remark directed toward Sidney's bulge.
Camille looked up at Sidney and blushed - then looked at Elizabeth.
"I unzipped his pants and sucked it. He asked me if I wanted to - I couldn't say 'No'."
"You like sucking cock?"
"I can't say no if a man asks me t do it - I guess I like it - it makes me hot - even thinking about t make me excited. It makes me play with myself when I'm sucking."
"What did you do?"
"I got on my knees in front of him and unzipped him - God- he's so big." She paused as though remembering. "God - he cums forever - I didn't think I could swallow it all . . . "
Camille's confession somehow didn't surprise Elizabeth as much as it excited her. The small girl-like female was absolutely electric the way she squirmed, and she found herself wanting that mouth between her own legs while Sidney's fabulous erection was doing those unbelievable things deep in her cunt. She wanted to spread the lips of her cunt and press the girl's mouth and tongue against her clit while the sexy bastard blew his load. The images of doing that nearly brought her to orgasm
"Wait," said Elizabeth. "Don't make yourself cum-off yet. I have other plans."
Camille, blue eyes glazed with excitement, was licking pink lips, a broad thick tongue the like of which Elizabeth had never seen. Sidney, head back against the soft leather seat was moaning like a man deprived, fist grasping a very hard shaft in his pants.
"Jesus, Elizabeth - I wanted to see her cum. Why did you stop her? She's a squirter. She really gets wet. She loves the taste of her own pussy."
Elizabeth was looking at Camille who was still looking at Sidney like she desperately wanted to do what she'd done to him in the office. The black form-fitting dinner dress was hiked up her legs so far that she looked like she wasn't wearing one - legs spread wide - cute little crotch exposed to reveal a narrow hot-pink thong.
"You have a very pretty crotch, Camille - I can't be the only one to tell you. God, you have the cutest figure. Go ahead - sit back and let me watch you play with yourself."
"Can't I suck him at the same time?"
"No. Spread your legs so I can see. Sidney and I like to see pretty girls masturbate. We've seen some very hot videos, haven't we baby? You like it when hot little sluts masturbate - when the make themselves cream their little panties."
"Jesus, Elizabeth - let her do me - I want to cum in her mouth again."
"Just watch, you nasty man. This was your idea, remember? You agreed to do what I say. Watch this little slut make herself cum. Do it, Camille - spread your legs and show us how you get yourself off. I want to see you squirt. Turn the overhead light on, Sidney - let Paul watch her, too."
"Christ - not while we're moving. Use some sense. Okay - okay - I'll get him to pull over." He pressed the button which lowered the privacy window. "Paul - pull over and park when you can. Elizabeth wants you to see this."
When the car came to a stop, Paul turned in the seat to see the small blonde, beautiful legs spread wide, masturbating the deep cleft in pink skintight panties, tongue flicking madly between pink lips nearly the same color as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Mouth open, he watched her dancing fingers at play, obviously aroused by the unexpected show.
"Isn't she pretty?" asked Elizabeth, one hand under her dress, teasing an equally slippery cleft in her own little panties. "Does that make you hot to watch her, Paul? I bet it does. I have an idea. Sidney, let Paul come back here with us. A little bonus, okay? I want Camille to let Paul fuck her and then suck him off."
Sidney shrugged and sighed, "It's okay, Paul - leave the warning lights on and come back here. Elizabeth is calling the shots."
The young man didn't need a second invitation, and moments later he was sitting where Camille had just been sitting and she was on her knees sucking a cock that was barely second to Sidney's.
"Jesus, Sidney - do you hire your help based on the size of their cocks?" giggled Elizabeth, flushed with excitement as the pretty blonde performed an act of fellatio that should have gotten an Academy Award.
"Holy fuck," sighed Paul, watching Camille go down.
"Sit on his lap, Camille - I want to see that cock in your puss! He has a beautiful cock. Let him fuck that little puss . . . "
She was on his lap in seconds, facing the front seat, knees on each side of Paul's thighs, crotch of her panties pulled to one side as she guided the erect crest between the absolutely hairless lips of a perfect little pussy. She took a deep breath and squatted, the thick shaft slipping in like it was greased.
"God!" she gasped, as Paul reached up and peeled-down the top of her dress until it was around Camille's waist, exposing the most perfect breasts Elizabeth had seen, long erect nipples like swollen cherries, high on firm ivory-like globes.
Quivering, tight ass-cheeks flexing, hips rocking, she ground down hard on the erection and masturbated franticly. Thrusting up into her, Paul was rolling those swollen nipples between thumbs and fingertips. Within seconds, little jets of fluid were squirting from between the open lips of her cunt and she mewed and purred like a cat, an orgasm so powerful that it looked like she was peeing! Elizabeth had heard about women cumming like men but she'd never seen it in person. The sight was so electric, so sudden, she caught herself wondering what the girl's sex tasted like - if it tasted a s good as her own.
"Go down on him again," she hissed, pulling Camille's hair back and the girl off of Paul's lap. "Suck him off. Eat his cum!"
"Suck it - suck me off good, baby - suck me off good!" panted Paul, eyes wild, obviously on the edge of his climax. "I sure hope you like the taste of cum!
Moaning acknowledgement, Camille masturbated even more furiously as she used her mouth to fuck the pale thick shaft, its rosy swollen crest repeatedly plugging and unplugging her throat as she gave the young driver head. The moment he raised his hips and went rigid, she made little gagging sounds and quivered like she was experiencing a shock, then plunged the shaft all the way down her throat in the throws of an intense orgasm as she gulped down the youth's exploding load of semen.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, looking at Elizabeth who was openly masturbating now, "I'm cumming right in her mouth! Jesus! Holy FUCK!"
The orgasm lasted for what seemed like minutes, only to reveal the fact the fellow was cumming again, a second climax close on the heels of the first. Camille never stopped sucking. The noises the girl made swallowing cum were as erotic a sound as Elizabeth had ever heard. Excited herself to the point of orgasm, she spread her legs and masturbated even faster, experiencing three climaxes before Camille had drained the youth's overactive prostate. Poor Sidney looked like he was ready to jack off.
"Okay, Paul," sighed Elizabeth, "that's enough, okay? Get us home before this man dies of cardiac arrest. Your participation was much appreciated."
Trousers almost soaked, Paul got zipped up and back in the driver's seat. Camille, still working to swallow the clinging remnants of his climax, knelt in back on the floor, head and shoulders on the passenger seat.
"That was so good," she kept repeating, fingers in her tight little panties. "That tasted so good . . . "
The interior of the Mercedes reeked with the hot smell of male sex, and the delicious scent of an aroused woman. They were moving again but no one spoke as Paul drove them to Elizabeth's. When he pulled to a stop, Elizabeth reached over and stroked Camille's slightly mussed hair, long blonde tresses damp with perspiration, then ran her fingers between the firm cheeks of the girl's still exposed ass and marveled at the satin-smooth feel of pussy juice slick panties and warm feminine flesh. In seconds her fingers were covered with the result of girl's excitement.
"Pull you dress down and try to look presentable," she said. Then, unable to repress the urge to bring cunt-wet fingers to lips, she sucked the girl's vaginal ambrosia from them, a scent and taste that made her dizzy with urgency to do much more with the tiny blonde. Heart pounding, she turned and looked at Sidney. "And you - zip up, Mr. Wonderful - we'll make up for all this frustration."
Paul opened the doors for the ladies. Camille nearly stumbled trying to get out. Elizabeth, arm around the sexy young woman's waist, waked her to the building entry where James, masking any possible emotion, waited to open the doors. Sidney was still trying to get himself together.
"I'll page you tomorrow, Paul. You have the rest of the night off." Sidney climbed out of car. "Here - here's a little something," he added, handing Paul a couple of hundred dollar bills.
"Thank you, sir!" said Paul, shaking his head. "Thank you for everything, sir!"
"Glad you enjoyed the evening," said Sidney, smoothing the front of his Tux, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Goodnight, Paul."
"Welcome home, Ms. Elizabeth," said James, warmly, professional as a picture of all things correct.
"Thank you, James," said Elizabeth. "We'll see you tomorrow."
Sidney, flanked by loveliness, walked between two beauties to the elevator, the trio whisked to the 27th floor like an express to some other heaven, that reality something the sexually-charged man was more than ready and eager to explore.
ELIZABETHChapter Two
There was no fumbling for keys when Elizabeth unlocked her door though her hands were shaking with excitement. Camille's closeness had left an erotic clinging pheromone cloak, like memories of the best moments of sex - the scent of her rousing a deeply-seated desire needing release. Sidney hadn't said a word since they'd entered the building, and now stood near the big windows overlooking the city, a man who, when in his presence, made her weak with need to be taken as only he knew how.
'My god,' she thought, removing her wrap, 'I'm going to go out of my mind if I can't have him soon. The beautiful bastard knows me too well.'
Camille had gone to the windows to look out, and Elizabeth, wrap still in hand, found herself again mesmerized by the small female's lithe form, the way the dress clung to the firm curves of her body - the perfection of proportions - the reflected light in her hair. Sidney was watching her, too, rubbing what had to be a very ready phallus in the right leg of his tux pants.
"Anyone want something to drink? I'm so thirsty I could drink a lake. Wine always makes me thirsty."
"Water would be wonderful," said Camille. "I'm thirsty, too."
Elizabeth returned with a large picture of ice water and three glasses. Camille was still at the window, one hand touching Sidney's buns. He was stoically controlling what had to be some powerful emotions because he wasn't responding to her overt attentions.
"Well," said Elizabeth, the word followed by a long pause, and a lighthearted laugh, "that was some ride home. I hope Paul has a change of pants."
Camille giggled self-consciously and Sidney laughed, too.
"I bet he's changing them now."
Without a pause, Camille drank a whole glass of water and filled it again. "I never did something like that before - in front of anyone - or in a car like that. It was very exciting - God! I really can't believe I got so hot."
Sidney removed his coat and tie. "You weren't alone. Come on, Elizabeth - don't keep us waiting. What's it to be, sweetheart?"
She finished her glass of water and set it back on the tray. "Come on - let's shower together. My bath is large enough for a hockey field. I want to get squeaky clean. Follow me - I'll show you my play-pen - it's back here," she said, then turned and headed down the hall.
The travertine-tiled room was softly lit by two long rows of vanity lights over a long two bowl lav, walls at both ends and over the sinks covered with mirror which made the room seem twice as large. Indirect lights at the ceiling gave the stone lined room a warm glow.
"Unzip me, Cami," said Elizabeth, turning her back to Camille and unbuttoning the front of Sidney's white pleated tux shirt.
She felt Camille's warm fingers as the girl touched her shoulders - caressed the skin at the nape of her neck. She unzipped Sidney's trousers while he kicked off his patent-leather shoes. Camille's breath was warm on her neck as Sidney stepped out of his pants and removed his socks. He stood there in white t-shirt and plain white boxers, chocolate gold skin as smooth as silk, a paradox of smoothness over iron-hard muscle.
"God," whispered Elizabeth, "you sexy man - you'll never know what just looking at you does to me when your wearing nothing but underwear . . . "
Sidney smiled - teeth so white it looked as though there was a light between his generous lips, dark eyes fueled with hormonal heat. "Really? Try to teach me . . . "
"Don't just stand there - give us a hand, Sidney - take her dress off," grinned Elizabeth, shrugging shoulders and letting hers drop around slender ankles.
Sidney didn't need instruction. The dress had a zipper at the hip, and he opened it after pulling the top down to her waist. The dress came off with a few easy tugs, leaving Camille wearing only the shocking-pink thong and black ankle-strap three inch high sandals. Once more Elizabeth couldn't stop staring. The girl's body was almost too perfect. With a sigh, she picked up both dresses, now naked, too, with the exception of black sling-heel sandals and black thigh-highs that came all the way up to the crotch of a skintight black French-cut thong.
Just being half naked in the presence of the two made her nipples harden almost painfully. Camille was looking at them and teasing her own - then moved closer and closed those amazing lips over one of Elizabeth's long sensitive nipples and sucked gently. Elizabeth shuddered pleasantly as a thick tongue flicked like a snake's over the almost inch long cone that now stood out from the darker puckered areola.
"God . . . " she whispered, holding Camille's head by the hair, shuddering as each tongue-flick made her clitoris swell in the slick wet satin crotch of her panties. "God . . . do the other one . . . what a mouth - you do that so good."
Camille abandoned one for the other and suckled Elizabeth so ardently that the brunette beauty reached an orgasm without even touching herself. Sidney had shed his t-shirt and boxers, cock rigid now, and standing straight up against a well muscled six-pack. Still grasping Camille's long golden hair, Elizabeth pulled her mouth away from an almost too sensitive nipple.
"Sweetie - undress me - take my shoes and stockings off - my panties, too . . . ."
Camille, cheeks aglow, got down on her knees and removed Elizabeth's last pieces of clothing. As soon as she'd pulled the black panties down, she tried to kiss the almost open lips, the lovely smooth pussy only an inch from her mouth.
"Wait a second, baby," said Elizabeth, touching the girl's cheek. Take yours off, too."
As soon as Camille had stripped, Elizabeth steered her into the huge shower. Steamy needles of spray came from two travertine tiled walls while the three soaped, scrubbed and played with each other. Sidney, tongue in Elizabeth's mouth, let her suck it like she was sucking a cock while Camille carefully washed her crotch.
"Baby - wash his, too," said Elizabeth and watched the girl soap and carefully attend his erection, pulling smooth foreskin back and lathering the massive ebony organ, caressing the thick rigid flesh like she was performing some ritual. "Wash his ass, too. Spread your legs, Sidney - bend over and let her really wash you."
Camille knew what Elizabeth was asking and almost smirking, fingers slippery with suds, worked one, then two deep up Sidney's anus as she cupped his big balls in her other hand. Instantly his cock grew even larger. The girl giggled again self consciously as she watched the swollen head of it throb against his hard belly. He eyes danced back and forth from Elizabeth's to his spectacular erection as she skillfully massaged his prostate.
"Do you like this?"
He nodded and closed his eyes. "You better not do that much longed or you'll make me cum. I so close I can feel it . . . "
She may have changed her technique, but washed and rinsed him with the shower wand until Elizabeth touched her cheek again.
"Now do me - I love that . . . "
She bent over and held onto a shower bar as Camille, still down on knees, performed the same ablutions. Elizabeth wiggled her hips as the girl worked a finger up her anus, two, then three, working them in and out slowly as she played with the swollen clit.
"Yes - God - that's so good, Camille - - you do me so good! Now - let's shave and get REAL smooth."
Sidney shaved his face and head as the two females shaved their entire crotches, whispering and making 'fun' noises as they played with each other under the warm spray. Out of the shower, each toweled the other dry, then spent another five minutes rubbing a fruit base aloe vera extract body lotion into moisture-eager skin.
"My skin gets so dry," said Camille, sensuously rubbing lotion into Elizabeth's smooth flesh, caressing firm buns and long legs. "You have such sweet buns, Elizabeth. What do you do to keep them so hard?"
"Tennis - and climbing the stairs from the lobby up here at least once a week. Who needs a stair-stepper."
"Not you," giggled Camille, " that's for sure. You're so lucky. You have the kind of skin that doesn't get dried by weather - it's so soft - you have the nicest skin.."
"Thanks, baby - so do you. Let Sidney do yours. Come on Sidney - give this little baby a nice rub-down."
Down on knees, because that was the only way he could do it, he rubbed lotion into every square inch of exposed flesh and feminine curve. Camille, legs spread so he could get at her crotch with large hands, spread the cheeks of her ass with both of hers as he worked the creamy lotion between them, then a large finger deep up into an anus, that at first glance looked too small to take it.
She giggled and gave a little squeal. "Ooooooooo, Sidney - you naughty man! You'll make me too juicy if you keep doing that!"
"Sidney - keep doing it - don't stop yet . . . " said Elizabeth, grinning salaciously, down on her knees next to him, using her fingers to spread the small smooth lips of Camille's pussy - delighted by the size of the girl's pink clitoris.
Surrendering to the urges she'd experienced in the car, she held Camille by the cheeks of her firm little ass - spreading them further for Sidney's invading fingers - - then pressed her mouth over the girl's baby-skin smooth mount, tongue slipping into the slippery heat of a most delicious pussy. The scent of feminine arousal overcame her senses as she went at the open lips and swollen clit, sucking and flicking her tongue - doing everything to a pussy that she loved having done to hers. The sudden tangy gush of fluids rewarding her efforts nearly overfilled her mouth
"I'm cumming," gasped Camille, holding onto Elizabeth's head to keep from falling. "OH! OH! OH! Oh, my God! That makes me so out of my head when I get it like this! Oh, God! Don't stop doing me! Oh - here I cum AGAIN!
The scent of female arousal was such ambrosia that Elizabeth didn't want to stop, but Sidney's moans signaled the poor man's need for more release than he was experiencing. Still spreading the girl's smooth little labia, Elizabeth sat back and watched the open pink sheath between them dribble a clear stream of feminine excitement. Never had she seen a girl produce such evidence of orgasmic delight, not even the 'porn princess' of spurt'. She looked up into Sidney's midnight eyes.
"Did you know she could do this?"
He shook his head - then nodded. "She said she did - that it was the reason she didn't take off her panties . . . "
Still gasping, Camille laughed almost drunkenly and held Elizabeth's face closer, obviously on the edge of losing her balance while having such intense orgasms.
"I can't stop it - it just happens when I get really excited - when some one does me like that."
"Let's go in my bedroom," said Elizabeth, getting to her feet. "Is it warm enough for you guys or should I turn up the heat? I'm warm enough, but I run around here naked all the time."
"I'm warm enough," answered Camille, then laughed and put her arm around Elizabeth. "God, I'm on fire! If anyone turned up the heat I'd melt!"
That eased the sexual tension enough that they made it into the bedroom. Sidney turned down the duvet of the king size bed while Elizabeth lit a dozen or more candles and placed them on the tables at each side of the bed.
"Sacrificial fires," she said, and laughed. "I like candles - and I don't like to have sex with music background that sounds like some idiot porn producer was going to film me. Can we do without it? How about some soft sexy jazz?"
"That would be nice," giggled Camille, standing behind Sidney, reaching around him, stroking back his foreskin while her other hand cupped his nuts. "God, you have such big balls, Sidney. No wonder you're so virile. Look at this erection - my oh my!"
"Don't make him blow it," laughed Elizabeth, patting the sheets next to her as she climbed up on the bed. "He has absolutely no control when he gets stroked. Come on - get up here and let's play. I'm in the mood for that thing of his and I don't want to wait."
"Thing," grinned Sidney, up on the bed, piling pillows up behind him. "Thing? This is prime meat, I'll remind you - you shouldn't need a reminder, you carnivorous creature! You can't tell me you don't want to feast on this - or shall I just feed Camille?"
"You horny bastard - don't tease me so," frowned Elizabeth, playfully punching his shoulder. "I want to get it while I'm squatting on our little baby's pretty mouth! Come here and kiss me, Camille - let's kiss - you have such a pretty mouth."
Kneeling and face to face, the two embraced and kissed, Elizabeth thrilled past words when Camille's tongue started to fill her mouth. She sucked and mewed like a kitten, fingers playing with the girl's slippery labia, two in the heat of the tight sheath as Camille's tongue seemed to grow, the thick slab of pleasure touching the back of her throat. Breaking the kiss, Elizabeth's heart was beating so hard the sound filled her head. She was watching Camille's half open mouth - the tongue the girl was extending, a tongue she could curl under her chin! Ice-blue eyes looking back into dark brown ones, Camille curled her tongue upward - and it almost covered her nose.
"Jesus!" whispered Elizabeth, the awe in her voice undisguised. "How far can you stick that out? Camille! Oh, my God, girl! I've never SEEN a tongue like yours! That is amazing! Sidney, did you see that? Whoa! I have plans for that tongue. You ready to play with me? I want to play with you!"
"What shall I do?" asked Camille, smiling lustfully and using that tongue to moisten her plump lips.
"Get on your back - put your head on this pillow. I'll straddle you."
She helped Camille get comfy and in just the right position, then climbed over her and looked down and see her mouth just below the lips of her pussy, a pussy that couldn't wait for the anticipated tongue-fuck.
"I need to be on my hands and knees with your head between my legs like this - Ooooo, yea, like THAT! Oh, yes! Easy - lick me, baby! Lick me good - oh, yeah - lick it - oh, Camille - you are SO good! Can you see, Sidney? Can you see her tongue?"
He was already between Camille's wide spread thighs, cock in hand, rubbing the large dark head between the almost open lips of the girl's juicy little cunt, and when he saw her tongue extend -saw the thick width and length of the pale-pink appendage worm up into Elizabeth's cunt - he plunged into Camille - thrust almost without though of whether she was ready or not. She was, and the almost too tight heat of her cunt-sheath accepted the prodigious length, griped it with a rhythmic contraction that felt to him like someone was milking him, felt it grip and almost suck as he began to stroke the juiciest cunt he'd ever fucked.
Tongue only half extended, Camille let Elizabeth work her sheath on it, rocking, trying to make the tip rub the G-spot. Then the sultry brunette squatted and mashed the warm swollen clit against her mouth. She let Elizabeth set the pace, rocking her own hips to the rhythm Sidney's cock had begun, concentrating on the vaginal muscle control she'd perfected, the 'snapping pussy' trick she'd read about in erotic stories and learned to perfect. Sensing Elizabeth's orgasm, she thrust her tongue out as far as she could and gave the bucking female something to really squat on.
Elizabeth squatted and gasped, was sent rushing from her usual state of ecstasy into some other dimension as she clenched her teeth against the powerful rush of pleasure that exploded through every fiber of her body. The tongue was indefatigable! It thrust like Sidney's cock, filled her, pulsed, almost vibrated. She reached orgasm again instantly! Eye to eye, she was almost drooling as Camille watched her face, watched the pleasure rush upward across her breasts and swollen nipples - turning her breasts, neck and cheeks nearly crimson. Letting go - sexual tension taking wings, she felt herself starting to drift out of her body.
Sidney, aware of the powerful emotions being released below and before him couldn't hold back either. The fact that Camille's hips had started to shake like a pole dancer, that her tight little cunt was literally milking it out of his groin, his cum surged into the blonde in thick warm waves, filling her sheath and being forced from it by the repeated thrusts as he pumped his seed into her heat.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, catching her breath, "Oh, FUCK! FUCK me! FUCK me, Sidney! Jesus Christ, I'm cumming so good!"
Elizabeth, awareness still keen enough to realize other's pleasures beside her own, glanced over her shoulder to see the gorgeous man rigid in orgasm, head thrown back, eyes tightly closed as he slowly stroked the girl's receptive cunt. The sight of his big cock spreading the little girl's sweet pussy made her shudder orgasmicly and she began quivering against Camille's mouth and almost fainted when the girl thrust her long thick tongue back deep into her cunt.
Camille, the submissive little playmate, delighted in pleasing others. She literally trembled with pleasure at the thought, felt herself being almost turned inside out by the size of Sidney's erection, opened like a flower in sunlight, and added her own essence to the flood of semen that was filling her sex. She tried to make her tongue go deeper into the cunt pressing down against her mouth, and as it clenched her tongue, she pulled it out and wormed it as far as she could make it go into the heat of Elizabeth's ass. Elizabeth shuddered and collapsed, desperate sounds of ecstasy escaping her lips as she trembled as though in some kind of excessive seizure. Camille worked her tongue in even deeper, and Elizabeth gasped - and fell off of her face.
The three lay in a sweaty tangle of limbs, fingers moving over sweat-drench flesh, breathing slowly returning to normal, the slurred sounds of a sensual saxophone replacing the sounds of heart-beats in their ears. Moments passed. Time lost but savored. Elizabeth, up on one elbow, looked at Camille, smiled and shook her head.
"Jesus - I have never felt anything like that before - girl - you almost killed me. Look at you, you little baby - you let that big guy fuck you right out of your head. And Sidney, you horn-dog. You were supposed to fuck me first. You are a naughty man - and I'm going to get even with you fro the rest of the night," she giggled, caressing Camille's beautiful breasts.
Camille pulled her closer and Elizabeth went from one nipple to the other, sucked the pert pair to puckered cones as Camille ran slender fingers through her hair. Lips traced the line of perspiration down the blonde's flat tummy - moved to the swell of pubes and then over the still open lips of that treasure-chest pussy - tongue sliding into semen and cunt-gush, lips sucking the wealth of cum from the hot pink sheath - sucking and tonguing and sucking like an infant as a mother's breast. Camille opened her thighs wider to make room for Elizabeth's face as the brunette beauty sucked her out. She trembled with purple pleasure at the thought of a girl eating her out after being fucked - at the thought of her getting all that cum - wanting the same pleasure again- remembered the sensation of Paul blowing those two huge delicious loads in her mouth only a hour or more earlier. She surrendered to the fantasy, imagined sucking his cock as Elizabeth suck cum from her sweet tingling sheath - opened her mouth and held out her tongue - flashing the thick wide organ like Mick Jagger or Gene Simmons of Kiss - wishing a cock was unloading a pint of warm cum across it and directly into her mouth.
Sidney guessed her fantasy, and even though he wasn't ready yet to cum, moved up on the bed and slid the slippery cum-covered crest of that monster cock he'd just fucked her with - into her mouth - and let her suck on him while Elizabeth did the same to the girl's perfect pussy.
Oh, and suck she did, the too-cute girl, making the nastiest sounds as she did it, tongue curling almost around the cock, fingers pulling foreskin back so she could get at the thick cum that clung to the heavily-veined shaft - so she could capture every remaining trace of his orgasm, the powerful aroma of cunt and cum filling her senses.
Elizabeth was more than content to get the semen treat second hand, sucking raw oyster like wads of male seminal emissions from the nearly steamy heat of the small blonde's cunt. She couldn't decide exactly what it was that made her want to eat cum so badly; the heady ruddy scent or the semi-sweet swimming-pool flavored fluids that clung like a reluctant strand of pearls to the back of her throat - that reminded her for hours of the salacious pleasure she'd gotten every time a man had cum-off in her mouth.
Sidney was getting hard again, and was eying Elizabeth's firm tush, proud ass-cheeks spread just enough that he could see her light-tan puckered anus and the smooth open lips of her pussy, it's mouth a deep pink from excitement. She didn't stop sucking Camille, held the girl's labia open with thumbs as she sucked and swallowed, and arched her hips as she felt Sidney's hands on them. The feeling of that monster cock invading her cunt made her double her efforts on the girl's pulsing pussy and arched even higher to allow his insistent penetration. She made sounds like a cat getting fucked, bucked and pushed back to meet each powerful thrust, reveled in the act of eating such a smooth just-fucked cunt while getting her own fucked by a real master.
"Oh - fuck her, Sidney," purred Camille, arching crotch up so Elizabeth could better get at it with tongue and mouth, "fuck her like you fucked me - - that has to feel so good - - oh, yeah - - oh, my God! She's making me cum again, Sidney! Fuck her! Oh, yeah!! FUCK HER! Jesus! FUCK HER! Oooooooooooo! Ohhhh, Gawwwwwwwd!"
Even though she'd thought she'd gotten almost all of Sidney's orgasmic treasure, Elizabeth was gifted with another mouthful of succulent discharge as Camille shuddered and reached orgasm. The blonde's moves brought to mind a young collage stripper she'd seen in a club who, while semi-squatting, could wiggle and quiver so fast it seemed the girl's pelvis had been motorized! The audience had gone wild, and Elizabeth was equally thrilled by Camille's sexual enthusiasm as she was by the powerful fucking that Sidney was giving her cock-hungry cunt.
Unintelligible sounds slipped from Camille's lips with every gasp. Bed-moving bumps and grinds made Elizabeth dig fingers into the cheeks of the girl's super-firm buns as she mouthed the open lips of the well-fucked pussy, almost drinking to take all she was getting. The blonde had real power in those lovely thighs, and with them wrapped around Elizabeth's head like a vice, she was almost struggling to breathe when she felt Sidney go ridged and start to cum, felt the warmth of his cum filling her cunt-sheath.
"Elizabeth . . . . " he hissed - just the word Elizabeth, as he withdrew to the limit before thrusting into her again. Then, "I'm cumming so good . . . "
She knew he was, and was thrilled to the core, finally filling lungs with a gasp when Camille, though shuddering in sexual nirvana, surrendered her cunt-eating captive and lay sprawled on the bed, panting for breath and exhausted. Sidney had collapsed onto her back, breath hot on her neck, his sweat and hers mixing a new sex-cocktail. Camille licked it from their bodies when she finally revived enough to perform the act at Elizabeth's invitation.
"Oh, baby - - use that tongue, baby - oh, fuck - I have never seen or felt anything like it. Do my crotch, you naughty girl," she smiled, spreading her legs so Camille could get at the river of cum that was running out, "do me like I did you."
Camille spent the better part of an hour licking the two lovers from head to toe, sucking Elizabeth's until the brunette was squealing and squirming, toes too sensitive to let the girl keep sucking them.
"God," she giggled, "I never knew I was so ticklish. Stop, Cami! No more, please! I can't take it any more! Please, baby . . . let me rest."
Without being asked, Camille got off the bed and returned moments later with the tray of glasses and fresh ice water from the kitchen. The three drank together like desert survivors - refilled and emptied seconds almost simultaneously. Each aglow with unspoken satisfaction, they exchanged smiles and slow nods, breathing finally near normal. Sidney broke the spell.
"Thank you, Elizabeth - - that was past any expectations. You are just amazing, girl. Amazing. You, too, Cami - - I'm glad you agreed to do this - you could have said 'no', but I glad you didn't."
"And for seconds?" asked Camille - then giggled and blushed. "I am so totally wiped! I didn't expect all this. I don't know what I expected, but whatever it was I can't remember now!"
"Well, me either," laughed Elizabeth, swinging legs from the bed and standing, a bit unsteady, laughed again, then heading for her bathroom. "I gotta pee like a race-horse. That's what my dad used to say . . . ."
Laughter followed her bare feet. She returned to find Cami kissing Sidney, bending over him, hands on each side of his face, that tongue doing naught things in his mouth. She snuck up behind the blonde and gave her cute little butt a sharp swat.
"God, Cami! Let the poor man recuperate! We're going to kill him if we try to get him off again. Anyone like some fruit juice or Champagne? I have a bottle chilled in the fridge and a tray of fresh strawberries."
"Oooooooouuu, Champagne and strawberries sounds so good! Yummy!" giggled Camille, right behind Elizabeth on the way to the kitchen. "I got an idea! Let's you and I go stand in the window look at the city. I've always wanted to be naked in the city where I could see everything and all they could see was just a naked girl. Wouldn't it be fun?"
"It is fun," smiled Elizabeth. "I was looking out there tonight before we left for dinner. I was wondering what all those people were doing - if they were as nutty as me - if they wanted to just get fucked tonight and have a wonderful dinner!"
She turned to Cami and the two kissed in front of the floor to ceiling window. It wasn't much later that Sidney came into the room to find a couple of naked girls who still had sex on their minds. He smiled, sighed and shook his head.
* * *
ELIZABETH
Chapter Three
It had been four weeks since Elizabeth had so greedily indulged sexual appetites with Sidney and Camille, and she'd spent nearly the entire flight envisioning those scalp-tingling scenes, reliving torrid memories, wishing Sidney had her on hands and knees while Cami used that amazing tongue on her clit and ravished her after the man had filled her drenched cunt with his enormous orgasms. Twice she'd gone to the toilet to masturbate in the otherwise cramped and uncomfortable space, wishing it was Cami's juices as she sucked her fingers clean afterward.
'I'll never get enough of it,' she thought, pulling up thong and slacks and checking make-up in the mirror before returning to her seat.
Some time later, the flight Elizabeth was on landed at Helsinki's Vantaa Airport. Even though she'd flown First Class, the flights always seemed interminably long. Customs and security was much tighter but taking pride in her Finish birth-rights, she took it all in good spirits.
It had turned colder than usual for September, temperatures already in the 30s She'd dressed with that in mind, and was wearing a stylishly-tailored pin-striped wool cashmere slacks and a cashmere sweater, a scarf and long coat over her arm. The slacks must have clung to feminine curves nicely, because an airport traveler had shyly asked if she was a world-famous model, a name she recognized and had always admired She'd given the man a sweet smile - but shook her head.
"Well, you certainly might have been," he's said, eyes moving from her face to toes. "She has absolutely nothing on you!"
She'd blushed and moved on, used to the fact that many males stopped to stare as she passed. She enjoyed being watched. The airport wasn't as busy as the last time she'd been there, something she chalked up to world problems.
She stopped in the ladies lounge, used the toilet, washed her hands and repaired makeup while watching two younger beauties who were going on about boyfriends and what each was planning for the holidays. One reminded her so much of Camille from behind she had to fight off the urge to caress the girl's perfect little ass as the beauty leaned close to the mirror to do lipstick. She even indulged imagining what fun it would be to drop to her knees, pull the girl's mini up and kiss the curves of that lovely little tush.
'Get a grip, girl!' she's thought, and laughed, knowing the truth of just how badly she wanted to do either or both of the girls.
The girls gave her a strange look as she left the restroom. At the luggage carousels she found there was going to be a long delay, so she made arrangements for a porter to send her bags on to the hotel. Then, when she saw her name on the driver's placard, she followed him to the parking area. Because she hated to wait for hotel shuttles, she took the pre-arranged taxi service into town, some twenty-two kilometers south of the airport.
It was warmer in the car. Zip-up to knees boots kept her legs nice and cozy, but she was wishing she'd worn a dress. It would have given freer access to the constantly growing urge to touch herself. The forty minute trip in the back seat of the private car allowed time to think about Camille again, and what the girl had done to Sidney's driver on their way back to her apartment after dinner. Those images of the little blonde straddling and fucking Paul's nice big thick erection - then sucking the young man nearly senseless were making her so hot she was having difficulty sitting still. As the car moved through early afternoon shadows, she found herself watching the driver - and laughed aloud when she nearly asked him if he'd like a blow-job. She could swear that she caught the scent of the couple's raw hot sex, and her mouth watered so suddenly she had to repeatedly swallow.
Her car finally made its way through down town traffic and stopped at the beautiful old Hotel Kämp, Pohjoisesplanadi 29, where she was politely escorted to the reception desk. Pre-registration a habit, she had only to sign a credit card draft and leave instructions that her luggage would soon be arriving and to have it sent up to her top floor room, a double-room executive suite with marble baths and view of the park. She exchanged a bit of US currency into FIM so she'd have pocket change for tips and miscellaneous purchases, then stopped in at CK's Brasserie for a glass of wine and a snack before going up to bed. As always, the trip had tired her, and she was ready to shower and crawl between those scandalously downy covers and snuggle up with the last few pages of a silly little novel she'd been reading. Reading when tired was better than sleeping pills.
She was just finishing some snacks when they caught her eye again, a couple who'd only moments earlier looked into the dinning room. He looked nothing like Sidney, and she nothing like Camille, but the two were absolutely stunning!
'If he isn't an Olympic athlete - or she, a media star,' she thought, 'they could easily pass themselves off as such. And if two ever looked as though they were at home in an elegant hotel, they just entered the room.'
She watched as they were being seated, almost changing her mind about sleep in favor of other evening pleasures because of the manner in which the striking young female was returning her stare. Auburn red - a hair color she'd always associated with sexual passions, crowed the girl's head and tumbled in lose ringlets around graceful shoulders. Though twisted ringlets hung in front of small ears, they seemed perfectly suited to the shape of head and face. An epicurean mouth reminded her of Julia Robert's but even fuller of lip. When the girl looked up and their eyes met, Elizabeth felt herself slipping into the emerald-green invitation to secrets of flesh eager to be surrendered. And when the girl wet her lips with pink tongue - just a fleeting swipe from corner to corner of that incredible mouth, Elizabeth couldn't suppress the shudder that flowed through her like molten gold. She'd flirted with girls in the past, and they with her, but never quite so openly.
She wiped her lips with a linen napkin and took a sip of ice-water, the shockingly cold sensation contrasting to the growing moist heat between her thighs, a sensation that usually preceded an intense orgasm. Without moving she knew she' cum in her panties if the flirting continued much longer. She set the glass down and diverted her eyes, then caught the waiter's attention.
"The check, please . . . "
He was back with it in a minute but she'd used the time to watch the couple again. They were examining the menu. The man - what a man - suddenly looked up directly at her - held their eye contact like a magnet holds steel - then smiled.
'Why is that face not on billboards?' she thought, pen in hand poised above the check. 'He has to be Finnish - no one looks that good who isn't!' She felt her cheeks redden and she took a deep breath - signed her name and room number on the paper, then closed the dark leather binder. 'I should invite them up to my suite for real room service,' she mused, then bit her lip to keep from laughing. 'Elizabeth! You are becoming such a little slut! God knows I'd service them!' She felt their eyes following her as she left the room but didn't look back to confirm it.
Flustered but tired, she took the elevator back up to her floor and went to her rooms. She left the bedroom drapes open and went to the bath, pleased that her bed had been turned down and that the heat was set just as requested - the room warm enough she could walk around in it naked. She showered, then took a long delicious bubble bath, soaked until the water was so cool she had to add hot. Shaved and pampered, she removed all traces of makeup - did the lotion routine and climbed naked between covers. Snuggled in, she picked up her book. She was deep asleep before she felt its presence approaching.
A steaming hot pot of coffee and pitcher of iced grapefruit juice was delivered promptly at eight in the morning. She signed the check and let the boy out, locking the door behind him, laughing again at the randy thoughts that had flown like blackbirds from a barking dog. The poor boy was lucky to have escaped with his pants. She scolded herself for teasing him so - having answered the door stark naked. The poor fellow had performed almost stoically, but she hadn't missed the tent in the front of his trousers as he hurriedly left the room with the cart.
'Maybe next time,' she thought, savoring the chilled ecstasy of fresh fruit juice.
Naked, she stood in front of the windows and looked out onto a fresh dusting of snow that had turned roof-tops and cars white, thought the streets still appeared almost snow-less. There was the usual morning auto and pedestrian traffic, people with places to go and things to do needing done. She relished the fact she'd made so few plans, only taking a break from work realities. She'd call grandmother and visit before the sweet old lady left this life to others - and maybe even see her once best friend, Christiana, the first girl she'd had sex with in school.
'Christiana . . . ' she mused, watching bundled shoppers on the streets below, remembering the feel of the young girl's untiring tongue, 'we had such fun - - you were so exciting . . . '
She cupped her hand and put her fingers between her legs - - felt the soft still-smooth flesh and the moisture that had begun as she thought about the beauty, slipped her finger between already parted labia and into the warm slick sheath, teasing the spot that always brought her quickly to orgasm - massaged it until she moaned and left all of her fingers covered with girl-gush.
'Jesus - - that feels so fucking good,' she thought, masturbating in front of the window, hoping someone was watching her pleasing herself. 'Jesus - - Christiana," she sighed, sucking sticky fingers greedily.
She went back to bed and watched the news while sipping coffee - then got up and took a hot steamy shower. When she left the bath, she took her time dressing - selected the cutest little white seamless satin thong and bra, pulled up thigh-high white opaque stockings and dressed in a fitted from waist to hip knee-length pleated gray wool skirt and lavender color clingy cashmere V-necked sweater that showed off modest cleavage, made firm high-nippled breasts look like invitations to caress when clothed. She ran her hands over them - felt the rush as she fondled cashmere covered curves - felt nipples harden as she caressed herself.
'I need to get laid - I am turning into such a little slut!' she thought, giggled and watched her self in the mirror as she played with herself. 'I'm going to do something today other than visit grandmother or they'll be locking me up!'
She fastened the small buckles on the four inch high heel lizard-skin ankle-strap shoes, then stood in front of the mirror. The hem was just short enough to show off legs even she liked, and she twirled once to see how much thigh showed when she did. Just enough, but not enough to see stocking tops or panties. She went to her jewelry case and selected a beaded Sapphire choker and single stone dangles for ears, the deep blue emphasizing the dark almost ebony pools centered in large wide-set brown eyes.
'A pomegranate lip gloss and bronze eye shadow works,' she thought, lining eyelids with a black eye-pencil. 'Not too much - don't look like a streetwalker.' She blotted lips, examined and was satisfied by the image that looked back from the mirror, pleased that her eyebrows were so dark and seldom needed plucking. 'Now - - go hunting.'
She chose the coat that matched the length of her skirt, tossed a big soft gunmetal gray cashmere scarf around her neck, picked up her matching lizard-skin purse and left the room behind. She renewed memories of hotel shops, spoke to a few of the employees she'd remembered - purchased a lovely Italian silk hanky that caught her eye - then stopped in Carl Kamp's for a Continental breakfast.
The hotel seem busier than when she'd arrived. Nearly every table was taken, but as always, Alphonse, maitre d'hotel, found a booth for her in the corner. She'd just been seated when she was pleasantly surprised to see the couple from the past evening standing at Alphonse's station. She watched as Alphonse checked the table list - and with a wave of a hand, indicated that the room was unfortunately full. She also noted the resigned expressions on the young couple's faces as they too, surveyed the room. There was no mistaking the change in expressions when they saw her watching them. When Alphonse turned to see where they were looking - Elizabeth beckoned him to her table.
"Yes, Ms. Elizabeth?" he asked, bending closer.
"Alphonse - - why not seat them with me - there's room at my table - - tell them they're welcome to join me."
"Yes, Ms. Elizabeth," he said with a nod of his old white-haired head, then went back to his station.
She watched the exchange of communication - saw the girl turn and look into her eyes - that look that drove her right up the elegant walls of that lovely old Brasserie. The couple nodded and followed Alphonse to the table. Elizabeth, smiling warmly, held out her hand when the man extended his.
"How thoughtful of you," he said smiling and taking her hand. "This is my friend, Petra - and I'm Jari - - Jari Litmanen. Not the famous one - I wish I could skate as well, but I'm better on slopes than on ice."
If a smile could have melted ice, the world's sea level must have risen. Elizabeth smiled and let him hold her hand - looking up into those ice-blue eyes - - then suddenly, cheeks flushing, remembered she'd yet to introduce herself.
"Yes - well - - I'm Elizabeth - - please - - don't stand. Sit down and be comfortable," she said, admiring the stunning pair.
Today Jari was wearing winter walking-shoes, forest-green wide whale cords and a russet and gold cable-ribbed heavy winter sweater - a long caramel and forest green woven scarf wrapped about his neck. Petra , in to-the-knee high-heel black fitted boots and dark gray stockings, wore a wool Lycra-spandex skirt with hem well above knees - fitting beautiful legs like second skin but not short enough to be called a mini. A loosely-fitted emerald-green turtle neck sweater didn't do much to hide the fact that she had very firm, very nice breasts.
Their cheeks were pink with winter's touch, and Elizabeth guess they'd just come inside. Petra was all aglow as she sat, allowing Jari to move her chair into place as she took her napkin from Alphonse. Jari pulled out a chair and sat, too, still smiling, and glanced at his stunning companion.
"Petra and I came to visit for a week. Then we're going to Switzerland. We're looking forward to some winter skiing this year. Are you from Finland? You look so familiar."
Elizabeth touched finger to cheek and tried to maintain some form of propriety, the couple's sensual propinquity leaving her almost short of breath.
"By birth," she said, and smiled, "but I live in the United States now - Chicago, actually."
"You look so familiar . . . " Jari repeated, "doesn't she, Petra?" "I probably remind you of someone," said Elizabeth, taking the menu and giving it a cursory glance. "I'm no one famous, really."
"You are very pretty," said Petra. It was more than a statement of fact.
That eye contact again, the feeling of being taken - the contact that left her shaken and uncommonly unsure. Elizabeth looked down at the menu - then back into Petra's wide-set emerald-green pools and felt herself slipping.
"And you, too . . . " she said, and blushed. "You're - stunning. Are you a model? God - you are SO pretty! I feel like I've seen you before, too."
Petra's smile didn't fade. Jari reached out and brushed a twisted strand of hair away from Petra's high cheekbone.
"You may have seen some of her films? Petra has been in a dozen . . . "
Petra looked at him and smiled - took his fingers to glossed epicurean lips and kissed them.
"I also love to ski and play winter games," she said, looking first into his eyes then back into Elizabeth's. "Especially cozy indoors winter games."
The smile left Elizabeth feeling too warm, the huge old dinning room suddenly too small. She smiled, lower lip between teeth and glanced back down at the menu.
"Have you decided?" asked the waiter who'd quietly appeared, all propriety, courteous to a fault.
Elizabeth nodded and looked at her table companions. Jari was looking the menu over but Petra was looking at Elizabeth, her mouth doing something that made the hairs on the back of Elizabeth's neck do 'that thing' when she knew she was going to get more than she'd bargained for.
"I'll have a soft poached egg and dry wheat toast," said Petra, "and a small bowl of fruit. And no coffee - just green tea."
"Orange juice and the yogurt fruit bowl," said Elizabeth, "and a cup of coffee, black."
"Yes," said Jari, looking up at the waiter, " coffee for me, too, and a Belgian waffle, crisp, with the strawberries and Maple syrup. And a side of very crispy bacon."
The waiter smiled and left them with the comment that beverages would be there in moments. Jari removed the scarf that had been around his neck.
"I should remember - I'm not outside," he said, and smiled that smile again. "We took a walk this morning - early - it's brisk - so fresh out - - I love the air when it has just snowed. Maybe it will snow more today if we're lucky."
He was talking about snow but he was looking directly at Elizabeth's prominent nipples which were quite noticeable through clinging soft cashmere. There was an extended pause as he stared, and he must have been holding Petra's hand because she looked too, green eyes following his gaze. Elizabeth felt her nipples swell even more as the pair openly stared at them - and she took an ever deep breath and reveled in the rush and gush of electrifying excitement that was making her panties wet.
"Do you enjoy winter games?" asked Petra, smile flirting at the corners of her mouth, the blood-tangerine color so perfect for those lips. "I try to keep Jari's interest in the ones I love most - he always wants to be outside in the snow and cold - racing down some slopes on his skis instead of taking time on other slopes that can be ever more fun to play on."
She grinned like an imp and glanced at Jari who was sipping coffee and obviously trying to remain cool. She leaned toward him and gave him a peck on his cheek.
"You are so good on your skis, darling - I just love to tease. You are so good at everything you do."
There was a note of gratitude in her voice, one that oozed like warm summer honey, a breath, airy, as though she were whispering but wasn't. Elizabeth had to close her eyes for a second - afraid emotions were completely transparent. She tried not to think.
The meal was served and they ate as though they hadn't eaten for hours, conversation taking place only through glances and murmurs of appreciation. Utensils left at empty plates, they smiled conspiratorially and held warm cups with both hands as they sipped.
"Very good!" smiled Jari, with a little wink and nod. "I would do anything for a warm crispy Belgian waffle and strawberries!"
"I hope so," said Petra over the rim of her teacup, emerald eyes dancing below lovely long dark eyelashes. "Can I hold you to that as a promise?"
Elizabeth laughed - blushed hotly and took a drink of coffee. The waiter appeared and refilled cups.
Let me get this," said Jari, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Thank you for letting us join you."
"I hope you'll let us . . . " added Petra, touching his hand on the table, but looking into Elizabeth's weakness for excitement and unregulated sexual pleasure. "I would love to have you join us . . . "
She licked those succulent lips after emphasizing the word 'join', and Elizabeth nearly had an orgasm. Jari was staring at Elizabeth breasts, no doubt because her nipples had once again grown to the point that any one should have noticed.
"Do you have plans for the day?" he asked politely, thick eyebrow raised just so, giving him such a jaunty expression.
The man was just the picture of what real men should be. From the expression on his face, Elizabeth wondered what Petra's hand was doing under the table.
"Nothing that would keep me from joining you almost anywhere," laughed Elizabeth, napkin to lips, trying not to give in to jumping up and tussling the sexy pair to the floor. "What do you have planned? I was going to take a walk in Esplanade Park and make snow-angels on my back."
Petra leaned closer to Jari and winked at Elizabeth. "Would you rather do other things on your back?" she giggled, the first out of her since they'd met.
Jari appeared bemused. "Please ignore her. Petra is a sex fiend. It's all she thinks about. Imagine trying to ski with her clinging to you - and you'll understand what I'm up against."
"I thought you liked it when I was up against you," pouted Petra.
Elizabeth, immediately taken by the girl's playful sense of humor, was ready to play any games she had in mind. Petra glanced around the dinning room to make sure she wasn't drawing too much attention, then threw her arms around Jari's neck and stuck her tongue in his ear. It wasn't an embrace meant to last long but rather one meant to arouse. Jari's face could hide his response to her tease.
"Be good, Petra," he cajoled, standing and dropping his napkin on his chair. "Don't cause a commotion. Be good. Let's poke around in the shops."
"I am good. Poke around in me," whispered Petra, standing and stretching, arms over head. "I have so many nice places for you to poke around in . . . "
Right there in front of Elizabeth's face, the move exposed four or more inches of narrow waist above the low-cut skirt, pale naked tummy and a deeply indented navel. She smiled down at Elizabeth and slowly lowered her arms. Jari was signing the check and didn't see the little show. When she stood next to Petra, Elizabeth found the girl was a few inches taller, even taking into account high heels, since both pairs were almost the same height. Elizabeth looked up into Petra's eyes and took a deep breath.
"What did you want to do today," she asked, straightening her sweater hem and picking up her bag.
"You," said Petra, moving closer as though to kiss her.
The implied heat in the response made Elizabeth take another deep breath - made her cheeks burn with the sudden rush of sexual excitement. Jari must not have heard the comment. He was putting his copy of the check in his wallet and rearranging some documents. Elizabeth almost jumped when she felt Petra's hand on her buns, but stood, back toward the wall and let the girl move her hand lower - under the pleated skirt and back up to caress the hot cheeks of her ass. She almost cried out when she felt Petra's experienced fingers exploring the slick satin crotch of her panties and work the warm slippery fabric unto the deepening cleft.
"Coming?" asked Jari, looking up, arm out to take Petra's, another out to take Elizabeth's.
"Almost," sighed a blushing Elizabeth, straightening the back of her skirt when Petra's fingers gave up the game, catching the scent of her own excitement.
Flanked by two beauties, Jari left the dinning room and the trio paraded the hotel shops, jealous eyes following in their wake. After conferring with Elizabeth, Petra bought a smart set of silver and onyx cuff-links for Jari while he, at the other end of the shop, was purchasing a single pearl on a gold chain for her. Both tried to talk Elizabeth into letting them buy a trinket for her, but she wouldn't hear of it.
"What floor are you on," she asked Petra when Jari was signing the credit card receipt.
"Fourth," answered Petra, "and you?"
"Top," said Elizabeth, "with a view of the park. It's one of my favorite rooms."
"I'd love to see it," said Petra, touching Elizabeth's ass again, cupping the firm curve and caressing the soft woolen fabric. "I bet it is very beautiful."
Elizabeth shuddered again, glowed and looked up into Petra's wide-set emerald eyes. "You are very naughty."
"And you?" asked Petra, tongue doing tricks to lips. "You're never naughty?"
"I can be," said Elizabeth - taking the dare. "How naughty would you like me to be?"
Petra leaned closer, lips almost to Elizabeth's ear, so close Elizabeth could feel the warmth of the redhead's breath. "Very naughty." She put her tongue in Elizabeth's ear and did things that made the brunette instantly weak in the knees. "I am very oral" she whispered.
"Me, too," Elizabeth whispered, too, trembling with excitement. "I also love to watch. I'm a shameless voyeur - I even love to watch myself in the mirror."
"Would you like to watch me?" asked Petra in an even softer whisper, watching Jari out of the corner of her eye. "If I masturbated for you would you like to watch?"
"Oh, yes," whispered Elizabeth, watching Jari, too. "Does he like to watch?"
"Always," smiled Petra. "He's a shameless voyeur, too." She giggled and kissed Elizabeth's ear. "That's one of the reasons he likes me. I'm an actress, yes - - I have made a few erotic films in Sweden. I am my own producer now - - no one tells me who or what I must do. I have girlfriends who film my productions. They are very good. I won the Euro best erotic movie this year, best runner up, and best female actress. What do you think of that? They have made a lot of money. I am a very happy girl."
"You are amazing," replied Elizabeth, suddenly remembering where she'd seen that face and figure - the excellent filming - the perfect score, sets and location. "You did 'Suddenly' - I saw that. It was the best erotic film I've ever seen."
Petra was watching her face. "You liked 'Suddenly'? That was my fourth film. My last three were so much better."
"I'm up for anything," said Elizabeth in a whisper, entire body aching to be touched - to do everything to Petra she'd seen in the film, and more. "I need you. I want to be very naughty - and I need a good hard fucking."
"Then Jari's your man, darling. That's the word that describes him best. Hard. But he also has a tender side. You probably noticed? He does love to watch me. He's seen all of my films and watched me make the last three. He knows how much I love sex - and he doesn't have a jealous bone. I like that about him. I also like that he'll do anything I ask." She paused and looked deep into Elizabeth's eyes. "Anything. . . . "
*
ELIZABETHChapter Four
When Petra saw Jari approaching she put the silk scarf she'd been holding back on the display, then turned and gave Elizabeth an unexpected open mouth kiss. Unprepared for the public display of intimacy, heart in throat, Elizabeth found herself struggling to keep some semblance composure. She was already so hot she was ready to drag both up to her suite and perform any act Petra suggested.
"Find anything?" he asked innocently, moving affectionately closer to Petra.
"Not here," she said, giving him a simple kiss on the cheek. "Let's go. I know what I'm looking for and I think I know where to find it . . . "
They left the shop and walked down the wide carpeted hallways toward the lobby when Petra stopped by the elevators.
"Jari - darling, I want to go up to our room for a minute - I need to get something."
"Shall I wait?" he asked, glancing at Elizabeth - then back at Petra.
"Shall we go with you?" offered Elizabeth, heart still racing madly. "I need to stop at my suite for a minute - let's go together."
She was experiencing an adrenaline rush she hadn't felt since after high school graduation when she'd applied for college scholarship and was being interviewed in one of the faculty offices. There'd been three 'all costs' scholarships and twenty-three applicants, she number twenty-one on the list. When the office door shut behind her, and she'd looked at the man who was to interview her, she realized at that exact second that she was going to be one of the chosen three. The rush had nearly made her orgasm - the realization that the man would do anything she asked.
As the old elevators took them up to her floor, Elizabeth was mentally recalling how she'd bent over that big oak desk and let him fuck her, skirt up around her waist, panties pulled down around thighs, while the last two students awaited their interviews just outside the closed door. The image had never faded. She smiled, remembering that she'd graduated, 'summa cum laude', a three word phrase cradling her favorite substance in its arms.
The doors opened and the couple followed her to her door. She was sure that she knew what Petra was thinking. Hands shaking with excitement, she had to try twice to get the credit-card key thing in the slot.
"Come on in . . . " she said, glancing back and holding the door. "I love this suite, don't you? It's real large for one person but I'm spoiled. My apartment back home is even larger."
Hands deep in pockets, Jari strolled over to the window and looked out. "It's snowing again. Wonderful! We'll get a white Christmas this year."
"Darling," laughed Petra, that musical treat, "we always get a white Christmas here. You are so silly. It's only September - Christmas is three months away."
"It's the kid in me," said Jari, that winning boyish smile on his face. "Seeing it snow just makes me want to play."
"Oh, Jari - you are so sweet - no wonder I like you so! Come here, darling," said Petra, using that honey-dripping voice that made Elizabeth's scalp feel too tight and the room rush in upon her.
Jari turned and walked to Petra's open arms, and the two kissed like high school lovers. Elizabeth, again caught off guard by the sudden open display of affection almost felt out of place. Petra broke the kiss and smiled at Elizabeth.
"You have a beautiful suite. I love it! It makes me feel so - - so sexy - - yes, that's what it makes me feel." She was still holding Jari's hand. "Darling," she said, looking up into his eyes, "unzip your fly for me - be a darling and take your cock out so we can see it - it felt like you were getting an erection when we kissed. Show us, sweetheart. Elizabeth would love to see your cock when it's hard."
He paused and looked into her eyes - then his lips slowly pulled back in a smile. The room was very quiet, and the sound of the zipper going down seemed much too loud, and all three laughed nervously at the same instant. Fly open, he glanced at Elizabeth who was standing, mouth partly open, gazing at his crotch like a kid watching a present being unwrapped.
"You want to see, too?"
Without even thinking, she nodded, tongue moving to moisten lips, a reflex - or at least a habit. Petra looked at her and smiled.
"Would you like to take his cock out of his pants, baby? Would you enjoy doing that?"
Heart beating so hard she felt dizzy, Elizabeth swallowed and nodded again.
"Don't just stand there, Darling - go to her - let her take your cock out so we can see it," purred Petra. "I love to see a fully dressed man with his cock out - it is so erotic. It turns me on so much more than complete nudity."
Jari took a few steps and stood in front of Elizabeth, ice-blue eyes looking into hers, an 'I dare you' twinkle in the depths of the look. He smiled when she and put her fingers - then her hand into the open fly - and with a bit of a struggle - pulled out the almost fully erect cock. Almost imperceptibly, he shivered as she took the large manhood in both hands and caressed its full length - held it like a woman who knew exactly what felt good to a man.
From somewhere deep in his chest there came a sound like a cat purring. The crest, swollen with excitement, was the same color as his lips; the shaft, a thick rigid plaything, wrapped with a pale-blue network of veins.
'It's as perfect as any I've seen,' she thought, thrilled by the scent and heat of male excitement. "Maybe he's not quite as large as Sidney's, but I have no complaints!' She was so aroused she giggled self consciously and looked at Petra. "Oh, my God! He's beautiful! You're a lucky girl!"
Petra smiled and nodded, tongue doing erotic tricks.
"What are we going to do?" asked Elizabeth, looking at her and then down at Jari's pulsing erection. "Oh, my God! This is so nice - it's totally crazy! You two are nuts! I love this - - I was so ready to do something wild today I was almost losing my mind. How did you know?"
"When I saw you looking at us last night in the dinning room," smiled Petra, pulling her sweater off over her head and shaking auburn hair lose, tangled ringlets like a cape around her shoulders, a light pink half-bra cupping absolutely beautiful breasts. Baby pink swollen nipples stood out from puckered pink areoles, three quarter of an inch long conical nipples begging to be sucked. "When I saw you looking at Jari - I recognized that look. All the girls look at him that way. You wanted to suck him off the second you saw him. Last week we picked up a girl who was looking at him the same way."
The rush of blood to her cheeks nearly burned, a blush that she couldn't control. Elizabeth, struggling to even breathe normally, focused on the amazing erection in her hands. Jari was watching her face, that boyish smile now much more lascivious.
She looked back at Petra who had unzipped and stepped out of the short skirt, standing there now in pink under-bra and glossy pink low-cut French thong - dark-gray stockings up to her crotch and the sexy high-heel back boots.
Petra was teasing both nipples with fingertips, nails the same color as full lips. The woman had such a firm sculpted figure that Elizabeth wanted to press her face into that indented navel - and go down even further. There was nothing to guess about the exterior anatomy of Petra's pretty sex. Elizabeth could see not only the pout and the perfect keyhole of light between the girl's stocking covered thighs, she could see the deep V of the cunt-cleft between them, a light blush of moisture making the slick panty-crotch fabric glow. Petra smiled and wagged her pink tongue obscenely.
"Be naughty, Elizabeth - you want to, I know it. Get down on your knees and suck his cock - here - come over here so we can both watch you in the mirrors - so you can watch yourself, too. You said you liked to watch - that you wanted to watch me masturbate. I'll show you how I do it while you're sucking Jari's cock. That should excite you. I which my girlfriends were here to film this."
Elizabeth nearly fell trying to get to the mirrors - and knelt on a pillow Petra had tossed on the floor. Jari, face mirroring growing lust, stood so she could see them both in the huge mirror. She looked at her image, a fully dressed immaculately-groomed young pretty woman - down on her knees in front of a smashingly-handsome man, his marvelous cock only inches from her flushed face.
"Tell us you want to suck him off," said Petra, smile oozing lust, fingers of her left hand pressed into the obvious cleft in the crotch of her panties - caressing the deep groove - fingers dancing over slick satin. "Tell us what a naughty cum-greedy little slut you are."
"Jesus - I really am, Petra. I think I'd kill for the chance to suck this cock. How did you know I love cum so much? I'm so bad - I can't help it. I really want to suck him off."
"Show us, Elizabeth - show us how deep you can take him. I'll masturbate for you, baby - you little voyeur - take him all the way down. Can you give deep throat? Show me how far down you can go down . . . "
Salaciously examining Jari's beautiful erection, Elizabeth reached into his pants to cup his balls in one hand while she used her other to milk the thick shaft. A large clear tear of pre-cum sprang from the little eye at the swollen tip, and she used it with her tongue - coating the dark lip-pink crest with the natural lubricant. Milking out another tear, she repeating the act - then, tongue curled like a chute, guided the head and almost all of the long shaft into her mouth, paused momentarily, then pressed forward, the entire erection filling her mouth, its large oozing head completely down her throat.
"Bravo!" sighed Petra, moving closer to watch. "Sweet god - you took it all the way! You are such a slut! What a talent, Jari! She has you all the way down her throat!"
"I know!" he hissed, smiling at his companion. "I want to cum in her mouth, Petra - she has such a lovely cock-sucking mouth - look at her mouth - holy god- I cold cum right now!"
He was watching Elizabeth in the mirror as she fucked her throat with the entire length of his erection, tongue extended and licking his balls as she pressed her lips into his groin. He grunted with pleasure as she gave him head, made those sounds again in his chest when she stopped sucking, spit a large wad of pre-cum and saliva onto the crest and stroked his cock with a cork-screw twisting style using both hands.
"I can't last long if she keep s doing this," he hissed, glancing at Petra who was masturbating faster, wide-set large green eyes glowing with lust.
Petra took Elizabeth's hair in her hands and pulled the girl's mouth and hands away from Jari's throbbing manhood, left it standing almost vertical. Spittle was running from Elizabeth's glossed open lips.
"Stay down there on your knees," she said, putting the fingers she'd been using to masturbate with into Elizabeth's mouth. "Suck them for me - make them good and wet, baby. . . ."
Elizabeth did, the same way she sucked cock, moaning softly as she made love to Petra's fingers. Jari had his cock in his hand but Petra gave him a scolding glance and fondled Elizabeth's hair, watching the girl's mouth and tongue making love to her fingers.
"Suck them, Elizabeth - make them as wet as you can."
Elizabeth was almost slobbering, making sure the pre-cum saliva mixture was covering the two fingers Petra had used to masturbate. Jari was growing impatient.
"Jesus - I want to cum in her mouth, Petra - let her suck me off. She sucks like a Parisian whore. Jesus - she's so beautiful with a cock in her mouth. What a hot little cock-sucker."
She shook her head. "No - not yet, sweetheart. Pull her skirt up in back for me. Stay on your knees, Elizabeth - bend forward and put your face on this pillow," she said, dropping another one in front of Elizabeth. "Bend over - arch that cute little ass up in the air for me - spread your legs . . . "
Elizabeth followed direction immediately, wiggling slim hips expectantly when Jari lifted the back of her pleated skirt. Petra knelt behind her and examined the satin thong between the cheeks of Elizabeth's firm little ass, then pulled it to one side so she could see the smoothly-shaved crotch - the now parted labia and small pale pink puckered anus.
"Darling - look at this girl's pretty crotch! She shaves just like I do. Isn't that sweet? Look at that sweet little pussy."
Jari didn't need to be coaxed to look. The sight must have increased his excitement because his cock seemed to grow even more rigid. Licking her lips, and giving Jari a sultry glance, Petra bent forward and kissed Elizabeth's buns and slipped her saliva covered fingers between the girls legs and into the already juicy little cunt. Elizabeth moaned and wiggled. Petra responded by giving the cheeks of her ass a smart little swat that left the pink imprint of her hand.
"Owwww!" hissed Elizabeth, saliva still dripping from puffy lips. "Do it again . . . "
Petra spanked her smartly. Elizabeth almost reached orgasm.
"Spread the cheeks of her ass," said Petra, glancing at Jari. "Spread them wide."
He used both hand to do it and did. Petra giggled and pressed her face between them and, while finger-fucking the girl's ever juicier cunt, wiggled her tongue into Elizabeth's anus. Elizabeth moaned and shuddered, rewarding Petra's talents with an oyster like gush of cunt-cum, the discharge covering Petra's entire hand.
"Fuck her now, sweetheart - fuck her as had as you can - she told me she needed a hard fuck. She's so wet - do it, sweetheart - I want to see you go in her. She has such a sweet little crotch. I could eat up this little baby all day!"
She even assisted, helping him get the ruddy crest between the smooth open lips and watched as he pulled Elizabeth against his groin, the long shaft buried in the girl's cunt as easily as it had gone down her willing throat.
"Fuck!" laughed Petra - arms around Jari's neck, letting him suck her tongue while he fucked. "Fuck her good, Jari - give the little slut a nice hard fucking."
She grabbed Elizabeth by the hair, pulled her head back and thrust her cunt covered fingers into the girl's open mouth, who sucked like a soul possessed as Jari, increased the speed of his long deep strokes. The otherwise quite room was filled with the sounds of sucking and fucking, Jari's groin and Elizabeth's naked buns slapping together in sexual applause. When it appeared to Petra that Elizabeth had gotten all of the juice from her fingers, she moved around in front of her, lay down on her back, wide spread legs on each side of Elizabeth's shoulders, held her by the hair again and pulled the girls' face into her satin-covered crotch.
"Suck me," she hissed, scrubbing her pink satin covered crotch against Elizabeth's mouth. "Suck me - lick me - make my panties wetter - oh, yes! You are a naughty little slut - oh yes - lick harder - - now eat me!" she squealed, pulling the wet panty crotch to one side and letting Elizabeth get her lips and tongue between the slippery lips - let her suck - let her fuck the hot cunt-sheath with her tongue - then gave the girl a very juicy orgasm to swallow.
As Jari relentlessly fucked Elizabeth, she increased her attentions to Petra's crotch, licking the warm, wet flesh from anus to cunt. Savoring the flavors and scent, she basked in the powerful sensation of that monster cock stroking her sensitive cunt, each plunging thrust and withdrawal stimulating her G-spot, the fucking almost blinding in its extreme pleasure. Screwing her tongue as deeply as she could get it into anus, then cunt, she felt Petra's orgasms grow more intense and juicer.
"You naughty little girl!" squealed Petra, clutching Elizabeth's hair, frozen in a blazing climax. "Eat me out! Stick your finger up my ass!"
The load of cum that had been begging for release in Jari's prostate, shot through his trembling groin and flooded Elizabeth's snug cunt. She felt it - felt the powerful spasms - felt the rush of fluids which were already running down the insides of her thighs, soaking the tops of her dark stockings.
"Oh, my God!: she cried out, "He's cumming in me, Petra! I can feel it! Oh, my God!"
"Oh, baby - baby - then sit on my face! Quick, baby! Let me eat you out! Sit on my face! Turn around and squat over my mouth - let me see your cunt! Let me see his cum in your cunt!"
Straddling Petra's face, Elizabeth held her skirt up and out of the way, watched Petra's expression as the first huge pearl of cum oozed out - and directly into the beauty's open mouth, wide tongue ushering the gift to the back of her throat; more cum following the first wad - a steady stream of it until Petra's mouth was nearly full.
"Fuck!" giggled Elizabeth, face aglow with sexual pleasure, nipples so swollen they looked fake beneath the soft cashmere sweater. "God- you are so sexy, Petra! Jesus, you make me just crazy! You like that cum, too, don't you? Look at you! Jesus! Does he always cum that much?"
Petra closed her full lips and swallowed - swallowed again - and smiled. "Always! I love Jari's cum! He is so delicious! Suck his cock clean, baby - suck him again. The sweet bastard can give us more cum!"
Jari made the request easy by straddling Petra as Elizabeth squatted over her face and let the girl suck the cum and her own cunt sauce from his still twitching cock. All three were trying to watch their show in the mirror, Elizabeth grabbing his buns and pulling him closer - letting the almost hard shaft go down her throat. Petra's pale complexion was such a contrast to the dark stockings that framed her face, full-lipped mouth covering Elizabeth's juicy crotch. She masturbated simultaneously, fingers making the sexiest sounds as she worked them in and out of her pussy. She also had the advantage of being able to look directly up and watch her sweetheart's long cock disappear, then appear as Elizabeth fucked it with throat and mouth
"It' so sexy," whispered Jari, watching her suck. "I love to get head from girls who are fully dressed. Just like that young girl we picked up last week - the one who sucked me off while you watched - while I was driving? Jesus - it's looks so - so spontaneous - so unrehearsed - so - what's the word, Petra? Naughty! Yes - naughty! You are such a naughty girl, Elizabeth. I adore naughty girls. Look at you suck my cock. Fuck - you really can give deep throat. Look at her, Petra. Look at her!"
Petra was looking and finger-fucking herself to delight, hips rocking and twisting as she worked on her G spot and clit at the same time, girl-gush all over both hands.
"Suck him good, baby - make him good and hard . . . " she hissed, in the throws of a delicious orgasm. "Let's trade places again - get on your back and let me sit on your face. I'm so juicy now I can cum like firecrackers! I want to suck on that nice big cock!"
For the next five minutes Elizabeth got to watch the auburn-haired beauty give head - a talent as well developed as her own. Petra's mouth looked as though it had been designed with only one thought in mind - to serve as a cum-chute for men's erections. The added excitement of eating a little smooth slippery cunt only intensified the erotic moment, and Elizabeth performed as though it was the only thing that could please her.
'Oh, my God!' she thought, mouth flooded by Petra's feminine excitement. 'She has such a delicious pussy! Oh, my God! I'm so glad we met! Oh, Petra - you are so so sexy! And I am so nasty!'
Those tangerine red lips were filled with cock at the moment and Petra was making sounds as noisy as Elizabeth's, slurping pre-cum and saliva down and double-fisting the huge shaft with practiced skill as she caught her breath between bouts of fellatio. Elizabeth was amazed at Jari's endurance - standing through the oral onslaught and letting his girlfriend suck as though she would never have a chance to suck cock again. He held her, fists twisted in tangled auburn ringlets and literally fucked her face, sending the entire length down her throat, spittle dripping from Petra's chin.
"Ghaaaagh," she nearly gagged, pulling back, mouth smeared with pre-cum, the mixture pouring from open lips, smiling down at Elizabeth who was eating her pretty crotch. "Change, baby - let me fuck him - let me ride him while you lick my ass."
Jari took Elizabeth's place in front of the mirror and Petra straddled his hips while Elizabeth guided his cock into her pussy - wiggling her hips as it filled her hot sheath with its perfect rigidity. Cheeks aflame, Elizabeth watched the plump little pussy lips suck the huge erection, almost turning inside out on the up-strokes. Finger buried in her own cunt, she feverishly masturbated while watching the two fuck. Petra rode the monster like she was riding a pony, head tilted back, face aglow as she fucked herself on Jari's thick manhood. She fucked him for what seemed an eternity - gasping for air as climaxes overcame her, Jari urging her on.
The next orgasm was so intense, Elizabeth bent forward and got her face between the warm cheeks of Petra's cute ass and began licking the beauty's snug anus. Petra squealed like a cat when Elizabeth's tongue invaded the tube, and came so hard she nearly fainted. Elizabeth didn't relent, nor did Jari. The pair brought the girl to three more body-shaking orgasms, squatting and scrubbing her clit against Jari as her cunt milked the next big load of cum from his groin. She twisted and purred as the orgasm waned, then looked back over her shoulder at Elizabeth who was still licking her ass.
"On you back, baby," she purred, climbing off of Jari, fingers plugging cum-filled cunt like a cork and straddling Elizabeth's face.
More than ready, Elizabeth masturbated franticly when Petra moved her hand away from smooth pussy lips. She watched as the open pink tube of that lovely little cunt above her face surrender it's seminal treasures. Mouth open, she accepted the pearls, and sucked manically when Petra squatted closer and let her get at the cum-filled sheath.
'Jesus!' thought Elizabeth, sucking down the sexual ambrosia, her own little cunt spasms making her faint-headed, all senses flooded with the over-heated redolence of sex.
The sounds she made as she sucked out Petra's crotch was as erotic as it was obscene, the moans and sloppy slurping sounds accompanying those being made by Petra as she sucked Jari's sex covered cock.
They lay on the carpet and pillows in front of the mirror as growing shadows announced late afternoon. No one spoke - no one moved for what seemed an eternity. Finally, Elizabeth got up on the hands and knees - and then stood unsteadily, straightened her panties and the hem off her skirt. Petra opened her eyes and looked up. Elizabeth giggled and smiled.
"I gotta pee."
"Me, too," whispered Petra.
The two walked to the bath and looked at each other in the vanity mirror.
"We're a mess," giggled Elizabeth. "I look like I've been hit by a truck."
"You look like you've had a marvelous fucking," said Petra. "Who goes first?"
"Me," laughed Elizabeth, pulling sopping panties down and sitting on the toilet.
Petra knelt between her legs and watched the heavy golden stream spray from the girl's open cunt-lips. Before the flow completely stopped, she pulled Elizabeth closer and licked her crotch, licked until Elizabeth stopped peeing. She continued to lick until Elizabeth clutched her hair and gushed in a powerful orgasm. When she seemed to have regained some sense of balance, Petra stood and pulled her from the toilet.
"My turn."
She sat, pulled the crotch of her thong to one side and peed for over a minute. Elizabeth giggled, one hand still between her legs, two fingers deep in her still tingling cunt.
"You pee like a horse," she giggled.
"Lick me dry."
Back down on knees, Elizabeth licked Petra's pretty pussy lips, tongue laving the erect clit - licked and sucked until Petra came against her tongue. The remained like that until they heard Jari enter the bathroom and saw Elizabeth between Petra's open legs.
"Have I missed something," he grinned, rubbing his eyes as though he'd slept for hours.
"Not too much, sweetheart," said Petra, lifting Elizabeth's mouth away from her crotch so she could stand.
"I had to piss," shrugged Jari, cock in hand. "It woke me up."
Still down on her knees, Elizabeth looked at him - then down at his cock - still large but not hard. Petra didn't miss the expression on the girl's face.
"Would you like to piss in her mouth?"
Jari actually blushed. "No games, Petra - I really have to piss. . . ."
"Come here," she grinned, pulling him to the toilet - pulling him in front of Elizabeth who's expression reflected some concern.
"Take it in your mouth, Elizabeth - take his cock in your mouth.
"Petra . . . " said Jari, "what are you doing? I really have to piss bad."
She grabbed a handful of Elizabeth's hair. "Open your mouth, you little slut - open it. Take his cock in your mouth. You want to let him piss in your mouth - don't you."
In almost a trance, she nodded and closed her lips around the large warm semi-hard cock, a cock that still smelled like cunt and cum, and bathed it with her tongue. Jari shuddered a bit - made a funny grunting sound - then pulled his cock away just seconds before her mouth would have been suddenly flooded with the acrid taste of urine.
"You should have pissed in her mouth," hissed Petra. "She would have let you. I told you she was a slut when we first saw her - didn't I, sweetheart? When we saw her in the dinning room. I told you she was a naughty little slut who would do anything I asked. And look at her. She would have let you piss in her mouth. What a good little slut. Would you like to cum in her mouth now, sweetheart? She'll suck you nuts and lick your ass - she'll do anything I ask. What would you like her to do?"
Jari was looking at Elizabeth who, still fully dressed, was down there on her knees just like before, color smeared on beautiful lips. She was looking up at him like the girl they'd picked up the week before, a teen with an instant crush."
"I want to cum in her mouth . . . "
"Elizabeth?" smiled Petra, touching the girl's hair.
Elizabeth crawled closer and took his cock in her mouth, performing fellatio as though it was an act of contrition, a religious experience - an act that would guarantee her a reward past pleasing herself - demonstrating for the gorgeous young couple her absolute need for and addiction to swallowing cum. She sucked the growing member until it regained its former the rigidity, taking it slowly into her mouth - adoring it - taking it deeper - past uvula - deeper - all the way down her throat. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the thick manhood - nursing it like a calf nurses a cow's teat - suckling and making mewing sounds - openly masturbating shamelessly.
"I love doing this," she whispered, spittle dripping from puffy lips, "I never get enough cock to suck - Jesus - I am such a cum-slut! Cum in my mouth, Jari - I promise I'll swallow - I'll swallow every drop of cum you give me. Just blow it all in my mouth. You make me so hot - it's all I want - I want you to cum in my mouth."
Peta was watching Jari's face as he got the incredible blow job, sucking on her fingers and finger-fucking herself so he could see - then playing with both nipples and leaving them covered with her own juices. While Elizabeth made love to his cock, Petra moved closer so he could suck her swollen nipples as Elizabeth sucked him. Jari was letting her take control of his pending orgasm - sucking Petra's nipples until the pair were even longer and bright pink - perfect feminine pleasure cones, so firm they barley jiggled when he'd release one nipple for another. While he suckled nipples, she masturbated, delighted past orgasm - surrendering to an ecstasy longed for daily, watching Elizabeth's lovely mouth suck her handsome boyfriend's cock to orgasm.
""I'm cumming," smiled Jari, releasing one of Petra's conical nipples from his lips. "She's making me cum - it's so good, Petra - it's going to be so good - she sucks cock so good I can't believe it. She making me cum in her mouth! Oh, god - oh, god - here I cum, Petra! OH GOD! OH GOD OH GOD!"
With every exclamation, Elizabeth felt his enormous wads of warm cum surge into her hungry mouth - the taste and texture so erotic she reached orgasm instantly, pussy-gush drenching the crotch of her tight little panties. She swallowed - then swallowed again as surges continued, then - mouth still drenched with semen, she turned to Petra and grabbing her by the cheeks of her perfect firm ass, pressed her mouth into the hot cum-drenched cleft, sucked the erect clit - savored the strong randy redolence of fresh semen and a nicely fucked cunt as Petra shuddered and gave up another juicy orgasm.
Oh, darling," sighed Petra, holding Elizabeth's head to keep from falling, "she's the best! We must take her with everywhere we go!"
She bent over and lovingly licked the sweat from Elizabeth's forehead and upper lip, kissing her and swapping spit and cum like a nymphomaniac. Elizabeth let her suck her tongue like it was a cock, masturbating while Petra sucked Jari's cum from her tongue, searched the recesses of her mouth for traces of her sweetheart's most recent pleasure.
"Let me smell your breath," whispered Petra, cupping Elizabeth's face in both hands, inhaling her breath as though she were enjoying the most heavenly scent in the universe. "God - it's so good - it makes me so HOT to smell a man's cum on a girl's breath. I couldn't get enough of it when I kissed that girl Jari mentioned," she said, masturbating again. "It makes me wild to get at those girl's little crotches after watching them suck him off. We pulled over and parked and she let me go down on her for and hour - it was heavenly, wasn't it, Jari?"
He smiled and nodded and made a great sigh.
"She asked, so he let her suck him off again before she got out of the car. I ate her from behind while she did him. There was just enough room to do it. We were lucky we'd rented a SUV."
"She was good, Petra - but nothing compared to Elizabeth," smiled Jari, pulling her to her feet and kissing her deeply as Petra watched. "Let's go get cleaned up and then get something to drink. I'm in need of refreshment," he smiled, both hands under the back of Elizabeth's skirt, squeezing the firm cheek of her ass while she continued to play with his cock while Petra dressed - put on her sweater and straightened the hem of her skirt.
"We best put this back in your pants before you leave," giggled Elizabeth, tucking his almost flaccid cock behind the fly, zipping it up, then walking them to her door. "I'll shower and be ready in twenty minutes."
"We'll call you as soon as we're ready - twenty minutes should be enough time," said Petra, kissing her as though she didn't want to part. "You are marvelous, Elizabeth - this was just a wonderful way so spend the afternoon. Come down when we call . . ."
Elizabeth shut and latched the door, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She headed for the bath, humming and shedding clothing as she went.
'Now that's how to have a good time!' she thought, naked and in the hot shower. 'I could be quite happy to do them again tonight if they'll let me. This was as good as it gets!'
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