Made For Sex (20 page)

“Ow,” he cried, his breath caught in his throat. The pain seemed to make his cock harder.

“Then pay more attention.”

Quickly, Vic repositioned Ronnie's body and suckled her breast, his breathing fast and ragged. Ronnie smiled, knowing that she had found the best way to give him pleasure.

Still supporting her upper body on one arm, Glen lifted Carla's legs onto the tiled edge of the tub. He bent her body at the hips until a jet of warm water shot directly against her swollen lips. “Oh God,” she cried. “That's wonderful.”

“I want you to play with the water too,” Ronnie said to Vic, “but I want it to spray against your cock. Kneel here.” She moved his knees onto the ledge and pressed her hand into the small of his back. His erection was now directly in the stream of another warm-water jet. “Oh shit, baby,” he hissed. “I'll come if you keep doing that.”

“And if you do,” Ronnie said, “we'll just have to start again.” She held Vic's body in the water stream until she felt him shudder. She reached around and held his cock as he came in the water, his semen feeling thick and gooey through his cotton shorts.

Carla was about to climax as well. Glen sucked on her breast and rubbed his finger against her rear as the water pulsed against her cunt. It was so quick and so intense that her orgasm took her by surprise.

“Oh baby,” Glen purred. “You're hot as a pistol. I want to fuck you good, but I've got no rubbers.”

“Sit up here,” Carla said, patting the edge of the tub, “and let me take care of you.” As he climbed up, she pulled off his shorts so that, when he was seated, his cock stuck straight up from his lap.

“Look at that hard cock,” Ronnie whispered into Vic's ear, feeling him getting hard again. “Do you know what she's going to do?”

“Yes,” he murmured.

“Well, you're going to watch. Have you ever watched a woman suck cock in person? So close you can touch her?” Vic shook his head. “Good,” Ronnie purred. She and Vic moved beside Carla in the water. “Now watch very carefully,” Ronnie said. “Watch her mouth as she gives Glen pleasure.”

Carla licked the hollow behind Glen's knee, then kissed and bit the inside of his thighs while Ronnie kept up a running commentary in Vic's ear. “She's licking his leg,” Ronnie said, scratching her fingernail up his skin. “Right here.”

Carla slipped her hand between Glen's thighs and tickled his heavy balls. Ronnie did the same with Vic, while saying, “I'll bet his balls feel tight and hard. See his cock? It's hard and throbbing.” Ronnie pulled Vic's shorts off under the water and placed the wet garment on Glen's knee. “Hey Glen,” Ronnie said. “I just want you to know that Vic is naked under the water and I'm holding his cock.”

Carla wrapped her hand around Glen's cock. “Like that?” she asked Ronnie.

“Just like that.”

“And if I slide my fingers right to the end?” Carla asked Ronnie.

“I'll do the same to Vic's cock under the water.”

“And when I squeeze his balls?”

“Yeah,” Ronnie sighed.

Glen and Vic groaned simultaneously. Carla stroked the sensitive flesh between Glen's balls and his anus. “His ass is very tight,” she said.

“Vic's is too, but I think a finger will fit. The hot water makes it easy.” Ronnie rubbed his tight hole, then slipped the tip of her finger inside.

“No,” Glen groaned. “It will hurt.”

Since she knew that Glen knew the safe word, Carla realized that he didn't really want her to stop. “Yes, it will hurt,” Carla whispered, “but it will feel so good.” As Carla's finger invaded Glen's ass, she said to Ronnie and Vic, “Look how hard it makes him. His cock is twitching and moving all by itself.”

Glen was so excited by Carla's hands and her voice that he knew he should be ashamed at her vivid descriptions of his body's reactions but he was too far gone to care. Carla kept her finger just inside of him, not moving.

Vic felt Ronnie's finger slide deeper into his rear. “Vic's able to tolerate more of this,” Ronnie said, “since he came just a little while ago. I'm sliding my finger farther inside him. I can slide in and out, rubbing the sides of his channel. I'm fucking his ass and he's trembling. His cock is getting very hard again.”

Carla looked at Glen's face, knowing it was difficult for him not to come. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis, licking the sweet drops of pre-come she found there. “Ummm, he tastes good.” She pursed her lips and sucked the end of Glen's cock into her mouth.

“Look, Vic,” Ronnie said, her finger still deep inside his ass, “Carla's got Glen's cock in her mouth. Touch her head as she sucks. Do it.”

Barely coherent, Vic reached out and cupped the back of Carla's wet head. “Press,” Ronnie said. He pressed her head and she sucked Glen's cock deeper into her mouth. “Release,” Ronnie said and Vic relaxed his hand, allowing Carla's head to release Glen's cock. “Again,” Ronnie said and Vic pressed Carla's head.

Glen watched as Vic pressed Carla's mouth up and down on his cock. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He held himself as tightly as he could, trying to keep himself from coming too fast but it was impossible. He filled Carla's mouth with his semen.

“Good baby,” Ronnie said to Vic. “You did so well that you deserve a reward.” With her finger still deep in his ass, she pressed him upward until his hard cock was sticking from the water. “Make it good for him, Carla,” she said and Carla squeezed her large breasts around Vic's cock. He climaxed right then, spurting into the air above the water. “Oh fuck,” he yelled.

“What about you?” Glen said to Ronnie. “You didn't come. Neither of you did. I mean you two should….”

“Would you like to watch Carla and me?”

Silently, Glen and Vic stared at the two women. Ronnie climbed out of the tub and sat on the side, her feet in the water. “Come here, baby,” she said to Carla.

Eagerly, Carla buried her face in her friend's furry muff and licked and sucked the delicate flesh. “Is she hot?” Vic asked tentatively.

“Oh yes,” Carla said. “Feel.” She took Vic's finger and held it against Ronnie's pussy. “You too,” she told Glen.

The two men fingered Ronnie's pussy until she was ready to come. “You know what she'll enjoy?” Carla said. “She loves having her tits sucked.” With Glen's mouth on one breast and Vic's on the other, Carla flicked her tongue over Ronnie's erect clit.

“Do it good!” Ronnie yelled. “Oh yes. Do it so good!” Her entire body contracted as her orgasm roared through every part of her. “Oh yes, it's so good.”

Later, the four lay silently on towels on the tile. “I think there are seismographs as far away as California that registered that.” Ronnie laughed.

“I've never had a more satisfying experience,” Vic whispered.

“Oh yeah,” Glen added. Glen and Vic held a quick, whispered conversation. “Look, I think I can convince the folks on the West Coast that Vic has to stay another week. Can we get together over the weekend? The four of us?”

Carla thought about it. She didn't usually spend weekend time away from her children, but BJ and Tommy each had a sleep-over and she was sure she could leave Mike with her parents. And she was flattered. Every time a client called her again, she felt wonderful. This was the ultimate compliment, to her and to Ronnie. These two men wanted a repeat performance.

“I think I can arrange it,” Carla said.

“Me too,” Ronnie agreed.

The following Saturday evening, the four gathered in Vic's room at the hotel. Glen and Vic sat on the sofa in the sitting room of the luxurious suite and Ronnie and Carla each occupied a soft chair. They were all dressed casually, the men in slacks and sport shirts, Ronnie in a soft rose wool skirt, a matching sweater, and high black patent leather boots, Carla in black slacks and a royal blue silk blouse.

“We've already ordered room service for the four of us,” Vic said. “Glen and I have talked a lot about this evening and we've got a few exciting ideas.”

Carla stretched her long legs in front of her and said, “Like what?”

Glen opened a bottle of champagne and poured four glasses. He handed two to Vic and kept two in his hand. “Vic and I loved the way Ronnie took control that evening. It was erotic, being told what to do, where to look. So, for the moment, we've decided to be in charge. We'll do everything, take care of you for the evening. You just relax and do as you're told.” He held a glass near Carla's lips. “Have a sip,” he said as he tipped it. As she drank, she saw Vic hold a glass for Ronnie.

As they finished the first glass of champagne, a white-jacketed waiter arrived and wheeled a table to the center of the sitting room, opened leaves on the sides, and arranged plates of food. “The main courses are in the warmer under the table,” he said, showing Vic how to open it. “And be careful. The plates will be hot.”

Vic added a large tip, signed the check, and closed the door behind the waiter. “We're going to play a game,” Glen said. “We're going to make you guess what you're eating.” Ronnie and Carla felt blindfolds placed over their eyes. “First course,” Glen said.

Glen pressed something cold and smooth against Carla's lips. “Open,” he said, “and stick out your tongue.” He placed a round object on Carla's tongue and she drew it into her mouth. “A grape,” she said.

From across the room she heard Ronnie say, “A piece of cheese.”

“Good. Both right.” Carla ate several more cold grapes, followed by some of the cheese that Ronnie had been enjoying.

Carla felt something spread on her lips and when she licked off the creamy substance she knew immediately. “Blue cheese dressing.”

“Mine's Italian,” Ronnie said.

Carla chewed crunchy bits of lettuce, cold, crisp slices of cucumber, and tomato wedges, all coated with dressing. Then Glen whispered, “My finger's are all gooey. Lick them off, will you?”

As Glen placed one finger at a time against Carla's mouth, she used her rough tongue to lick off the dressing. She drew each of his fingers into her mouth to suck off the last bits, then Glen wiped her mouth with a soft napkin. “Thirsty?”

“Yes,” she said. Glen held the champagne against Carla's lips and she drank.

“I hope you like oysters,” he said, pressing the slippery morsel against her lips.

“Love them,” Carla said, as the slippery bite entered her mouth. It was not in the least sexual, but the entire experience was sensual and being blindfolded enhanced the sensations.

“Want a drink?” Glen asked.

“Yes,” she said. She felt Glen's lips, wet and cold, press against her mouth. A trickle of cool liquid flowed from his lips onto hers. Drinking from his mouth made the champagne extra bubbly and it tickled her tongue.

“More?”

“Ummm, yes,” she said and they shared a few more swallows.

Vic and Glen fed the two women the main course, sole almondine, tiny roasted potatoes, and petit pois with pearl onions.

“What's for dessert?” Ronnie asked, her voice sensual and hoarse.

Vic took some chocolate mousse in his fingers and pressed it against Ronnie's mouth. Slowly she sucked each finger, and heard Carla doing the same thing.

“What about you?” Ronnie asked. “Did you get some dessert?” She pulled off her blindfold, scooped up a handful of mousse and held it for Vic. He smiled at her and ate from her palm, licking up the last of the chocolate. “That was nice,” she said, “but you missed a spot.” He licked the mousse from her thumb.

Glen removed Carla's blindfold and she offered him some mousse from her fingers. When the mousse was gone, the two women went into the bathroom to wash up while Glen and Vic put the table outside the door.

Carla ran a comb through her hair as Ronnie freshened her lipstick. “You know, Carla,” Ronnie said, “they're waiting for something.”

“I agree. You're always so quick about these things. Do you know what they want?”

“I think they want me to take over as I did last time. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure. If you don't know what turns me on by now, no one does.”

“Have you ever gotten into pain as pleasure?”

“Once or twice,” Carla said. “I've been slapped a few times, once until I had to tell the guy to stop.”

“Bad?”

“Not really,” Carla said. “As a matter of fact, until it got to be too much, it was very erotic.”

“Great. Are you willing to give it a try if things go the way I think they will?”

“Sure. Are you certain that this is what they have in mind?”

“I'm not, completely, but I've developed a sixth sense over the years. I'll go slowly and read the signs. Just remember the safe word.”

Carla nodded. “I'll use it if I need to.”