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Chapter 3

Cleve Langton sat in the lounge of the Daly City Golf and Country Club sipping a scotch on the rocks, feeling refreshed after nine holes and a shower. He had been admiring the statuesque honey blonde at the bar, her beautiful ass spread on a stool, long nyloned thighs displayed seductively by a miniskirt. Her blouse contained the most sensational pair of tits he had ever seen. Trim waist, beautiful facial structure. Sonofabitch.

Several old studs at the bar were trying to draw her interest, but they were not making an impression. When she said something to the bartender, and he answered and she left the stool to undulate toward him, his cock vibrated. The dainty twitch of her butt, the alluring jiggle of her tits, brought a wide smile to his lips.

"I'm Mia Nelson" she said, her green eyes moving along his body, resting very momentarily on his basket, "I understand you're a golfing instructor.

"Right," he said, pouring on the charm. "Sit down, Miss.”

"Oh, I'm married," she cooed, gliding into a chair across from his. "My husband wants to take lessons. We're new here… ”

"I could see that right away, Mia," he grinned: "Another martini?" He had noticed what she was drinking; he was always alert when he sniffed new pussy, he had caught her glancing his way a few times. Sexy broads could not resist looking at him, he had the profile and build of a movie star.

"I might get silly if I have one more," she smiled, but when he signaled the attractive cocktail waitress, Mia didn't object. The girl twitched over, took their order and gave Cleve a lingering come-on glance. She had been horsing for a month, she was ready, but he could pick up casual fucking almost any time; at the moment he had something better going.

"You're a lot of girl," he said, when the waitress was out of the way.

Mia's eyes flashed him a go signal, but of course she had to act coy with the rings on her finger. The married ones, he had learned years before, were easier to make than the single ones. He was willing to bet her old man was many years her senior, and he was not getting the job done.

"You shouldn't say that," she smiled. Her full carmine lips caressed the rim of the martini glass. "We're supposed to be talking about golf lessons.”

He nodded, and for a few moments they talked fees and times. Her husband Alvin was in real estate, they lived not far from the apartment Cleve 'shared' with Candi, they were from Boise. He quickly got their home phone number, and when his knee brushed hers under the table she did not draw hers back.

Alvin, it appeared, was out of town on business, it was Friday and she was looking for a little 'fun.' The old Langton charm was really working. She was in heat, he had been able to tell that from watching her at the bar.

He leaned across the table, letting her see the best side of his face, he pushed his knee between hers and winked.

"Let's go somewhere and fuck, Mia.”

She trembled, a faint pinkness appeared on her throat. "Why-you bastard," she said, obviously startled by the four-letter word.

He laughed. "I like the direct approach.”

She sighed, her knees snuggled on his knee, and she finished her cocktail. "I ought to slap your face.”

"But you won't," he said confidently. "I've been told I'm a pretty good mechanic.”

Her excited flush deepened. She bit her juicy under lip. "You're filthy.”

"Come on, beautiful. I know just the place.”

She hesitated, he could almost read her mind. If I was sober I wouldn't even dream of doing this! He's an egotistical shitass, that waitress wants to get hi his pants, too. I should leave and show him a thing or two! My head says no and my pussy says go!

Cleve watched the fight go on behind her green, hot eyes. Girls who gave in too easy were cheap… it was wrong… but she needed prick…

Mia had never turned on so fast in her life. She had been seated at the bar when he had walked into the lounge, hardly glancing at her, almost ignoring her. His appeal hit her right in the cunt, it was like a real hand between her legs and on her titties.

True, she did not love Alvin, he was twice her age and demanded very little of her body, but her early years at home where money had always been scarce had set her up for a marriage to a man who did have wealth, and a week after she had gone to work in his Boise real-estate office he had made her the proposition. His wife had died a year before, he wanted a girl around the house, and like most men with money he wanted a young one.

It had seemed like a good deal, her pussy for a life of ease, and her mother had been ecstatic. Mia had not presented him with her cherry, though. She had lost that in the back seat of a car at seventeen to the captain of the 'football team, who had been smart enough to put on a rubber.

At business college in Boise she had developed an association with a pretty young brunette; they had shared the same apartment and the same bed. Girl-girl fucking was fun, no danger involved, it was better than using her hand on her cunt, which she had been doing since the age of fourteen.

But she had not cheated on Alvin, with either sex.

He had asked her to go down to the country-club lounge and get acquainted, as he had just joined, and see if the pro would give instruction. He was full up, but Cleve Langton had been highly recommended. Somehow she knew he would be a good bed "mechanic.”

In spite of her beauty she had never been in bed with a real male pussy artist, but she was on the pill now and there was no damn reason for not experimenting a little. Alvin was old-fashioned when be wanted some, and she was lucky to get a fuck once a week. He liked to show her off, though. Any man of forty-two with a wife of twenty-one was likely to feel proud, but he was Just not strongly sexed. She was playing with her cunt and breasts at least two or three times a week, and it was getting to be the shits.

"We can't leave together," she said, trembling.

He smiled. "I understand, Mia. Look, here's my card with the address. I'll wait out in front in my car. It's a red Mustang.”

She took the card. A lot of people in the lounge were watching, although a planter had kept them from viewing the under-table knee action. She smiled and left the table, her legs shaky, her panties already turning moist. Twenty minutes later, after driving down two wrong streets, she saw the Mustang and parked her car behind it. A high-income neighborhood, like the one she lived in With Alvin. Cleve was sitting in his rig in front of a modem duplex; it was four o'clock. Evidently his wife would not be home for hours…

She had seen the wedding band on his finger. Maybe he wasn't working at it. She sure didn't know much about him, she had expected him to pick a motel-but being in an apartment would make her feel less like a tramp. He was a smooth bastard, probably around twenty-eight. Just right, if he knew how to fuck… and she was positive he did.

When she was out of the car, he took her arm and casually walked her up to the front door of the duplex, taking the right entrance. His assured manner said he had done this before. Her head whirled with excitement, her clit tingled. God, he was handsome. Just the touch of his hand on her arm sent warm waves of anticipation through her crotch. He closed the door, she heard the lock fasten, her heart pounded. It was a very posh dwelling, deep carpet, rich drapes and fat sofas. A bar arrangement with stools sat off to the right.

"Relax," he said lightly, not grabbing at her. "I could use one more drink.”

"Y-yes," she stuttered. As she walked toward the bar, wishing she could be as poised as he was, he chuckled.

"Beautiful ass.”

"I've been told I'm too plump," she managed, sliding her butt onto a stool.

"These skinny ones don't do much for me," he smiled, moving behind the bar. His eyes lingered on her well-filled blouse. "Are those real?”

She giggled. She was relaxing. She could still split, they both knew it. Her knees still burned where she had touched his leg, her pussy was starting a sweet ache; he knew he had it made, he was just plying her With words, teasing her, and she loved it. A bit of lightness and humor would make it much better. Alvin got too heavy with sex, lie seemed a bit ashamed of his needs. He had her on a pedestal, and a healthy girl craved more than that.

"I'll show you how real they are," she smiled, unfastening the top of her blouse. Again his eyes seemed to bum like a hand, stroking her cunt. She shivered, exposing the upper curves of her tits in the thin pink bikini bra.

"Great!" he smiled. The martinis were ready, he pushed hers in front of her. She was proud of her firm, jutting breasts; Alvin did not play with them nearly enough. He could not last long once he got his prick in her, either. She had not been able to cum with him until three months after their marriage when he had been half-drunk. The alcohol had slowed his drive, he had worked about ten minutes before getting his gun off, and she had finally climaxed around his sliding cock. His six inches did not reach in far enough, even when she doubled away up, her knees back to her shoulders.

She had been looking around for an understanding girl; she missed her former bed-partner in Boise, Pam Nugent. There was still a lot of fun to be had with a good, stiff cock, though…

Cleve looked at the sweet generosities of Mia's big tits and his cockhead began to swell. Jeeeeesus, what a pair of knockers. His hands itched to touch and feel, his tongue stiffened. There was something about her that seemed still unawakened, as if she had never been handled by a real cocksman. He had found that in plenty of dames, mostly married ones who had latched onto some older man for security, and then began to search around for "excitement.”

"A sexy blonde like you should wear black undies,” he grinned, moving around to take a stool at her left. "They are real.”

"Oh, I have same at home," she cooed, finishing the job of parting the halves of her blouse. A sweet mingling of lilac and girl aromas teased his senses. Her short skirt hem was nearly back to her ass, her sleekly nyloned thighs opened invitingly.

He slid his right arm around her waist, feeling her shiver. She leaned her head closer, her curved, plump lips opened. She pushed the martini glass out of the way, he sat his own aside, she half-turned and her arms glided across his shoulders. Her big tits cuddled his chest, she trembled, her lips opened wide.

He shot his tongue into the warm, waiting softness, she tightened her arms, her mouth glued to his, a gurgle of pleasure came up in her throat. Beautiful. Tasting the flavor and hunger of a young girl's lips far the first time was a hell of a charge. She was eager but not bold, she was used to' letting the man do the making out, and why her husband was not getting all these nice goodies was a question he had asked himself many times before.

The slow, sweet stroking of his tongue in Mia's mouth touched a deep need in her being; she had almost forgotten how a sliding fleshy probe felt between her lips. It was gorgeous. Pam Nugent had kissed this way, but that had been so damned long ago! Alvin had dentures and kissing him was a slobbery affair. Her cunt was all that really interested him, when he was interested.

The gin, a new man's nearness, the new sexy apartment, erected her clit and spread her thighs. Damn, she wanted his hand on her crotch, and her swelling titties. There was an almost feminine knowingness about Cleve, and the diving of his tongue told her instantly he wanted to eat her. She had missed that, too. Pam could do it so neatly-but she was far away, married and had evidently gone over to prick exclusively. Mia had to find a new girl friend; fucking another man could lose her her home and the whole deal. Alvin wouldn't care if she developed a friend of the same sex. Most men were very stupid about Lesbians.

Finally his hand slipped between her legs and tickled along the nyloned V to the bands of her hose, and almost to her panties.

"Nnnnnnnn!" she breathed around his tongue. Her nipples poked at the thin tight bra-cups, she shivered and arched her crotch toward his playing fingers. His tongue retreated, he nibbled her puffy lower lip and his palm flattened on her bikini-pantied CUDDY. Goodygood!

"Nice soft pussy," he murmured, rolling his hand on her cuntmound.

She decided she could be as bold with the wards as he was. "Get me undressed and get it in me," she breathed.

"Okay, you undress me first," he said. She could feel cunt juice oozing out on his hand. She hunched eagerly. He nipped at her underlip.

"God, are you that lazy?" she giggled. Keep it 'fun.' No heavy stuff. She drew away reluctantly, reaching for the buttons on his sport shirt. Her fingers were shaky. She had never disrobed a man or a girl either. She had never met a man who was so casual about a fuck. Because he had fucked a lot of dames, naturally.

Candi Jones glanced through her one-way window into Cleve's living room, having already seen a new car parked out front, and her already titillated clit stiffened delectably. That sonofabitch had really picked a beauty this time. Her opened blouse and thin bra revealed the most sensational pair of tits Candi had ever seen. Long golden-blonde hair, long full legs and a sexy ass, a mouth just made for kissing and she could not be much aver twenty.

At the moment Nancy Wells was in the rest room fixing her makeup and probably dabbing excess juice from hot pussy. After the delicious fuck on Candi's studio couch, she had taken the juicy young model around to her hotel, helped her pack up and leave, and now she would soon be settled in Candi's apartment.

Candi reached for the volume control that would let her hear what was going on in Cleve's quarters; the knob was cleverly concealed under a wall decoration near the one-way peep-hole.

“… want my cock in, huh?" he was saying, while she drew his sport shirt from his shoulders. The lazy bastard was making the girl undress him.

"Well, why do you bring girls here, honey?" the honey-blonde giggled. Even her contralto voice oozed sex. Oh, what a lovely chassis! Her miniskirt was still on, her breasts were ready to pop out of that containing bra. She was very flushed, excited. Rings sparkled on her finger. Married. He liked those bride types the shitass.

She reached for his pants and he finally stood away from the bar stool, showing off his naked torso the lump in his very snug mod pants. He liked to advertise his outfit; he had a seven-inch cock that was very thick and big-knobbed. Most broads went apeshit when they saw it.

But of course it was his handsomeness that brought the cunts around. He knew how to act, how to dress, how to talk. Candi loved to be seen with him: other dames drooled with envy. He was a regular Tom Jones with the charisma of Joe Namath-but of course he never touched her. His charm was a great asset to Candi's business. When those country-dub society twats wanted a portrait or needed pictures of a party Candi's studio got the work. She had some very good, attractive assistants. An all-feminine operation was rather a novelty; most broads felt more at ease around a girl.

Laura Wheeler was the only employee Candi had ever fucked; ordinarily business and pleasure didn't mix. The models were her specialty, and Nancy was just right. After some training and coaching, she would be a sensational piece of ass.

Now a new girl was exciting her glands, and that tucker of a Cleve had spotted her first. He had found her lots of pussy, it was part of his work; at times like this Candi did not mind picking up most of the bills. They had a fine arrangement. That he could be classed as a society-type pimp did not bother him at all. Candi had heard him called Mrs. Candi Jones,' and that failed to bug him. Most men were just envious; they thought he was fucking his 'wife,' too.

A few more moments of listening gave Candi the main program. He was going to give this blonde named Mia a good fucking and then give her husband golf lessons. Mia's car out front, the way she was dressed, said her hubby had plenty of money. Too busy making it to take care of his homework-an old story.

Jeeese, I've just got to screw that big-titted beauty, she thought. I'll keep Nancy busy unpacking and doing little chores for me. I have to see Cleve pour the cock to Mia. She sure is in heat. After I get another good hard-on I'll give Nancy another fuck; she expects it.

Mia finally had Cleve down to his shorts and socks. The big pillar of his prick riding up inside the briefs sent achy shivers along her body; the spicy man aroma from his crotch made her dizzy. Touching his legs and hips and chest was just agony! No one had ever teased her this way, she had never been forward in her sex play, letting the man or other girl do most of the work. But oh, how stimulating. Her knees were weak her pussy-hugging bikini panties were a mess.

He moved in front of her and reached for her skirt, his hands sliding underneath to caress her ass then around in front of her crotch. He tickled the silky-hot flesh near her cunt. She clutched at his shoulders spreading her legs and tipping her pussy at his hand.

"Get me naked, honey," she breathed.

He stared at her swollen. tits, his left hand came up and unfastened her bra, his right hand continued to fondle her moistened cuntmound. As the scented cups slid from her achy mounds, his dark eyes flamed. His cock tensed inside his briefs.

"Terrific," he grinned, undercupping a bare swell of flesh, a finger trailing out to a tumid, pink nipple. She had never seen them quite so stiff and long. The wide bands of tender flesh surrounding them were a deep crimson; her tits were on fire!

"Oh, you bastard!" she gasped, curving her breasts forward. She could not resist what she did next; she reached her right hand to his covered prick and gripped it, wave after wave of animal need fanning out from her juicy cunt. God, what a cock!

"That's the way," he chuckled, pressing her cunt harder. "Bring it out and get the feel of it.”

"I-thought you were going to undress me!" she breathed, her ass writhing and her clit so excited she wanted to seize her cunny and bring the fun herself.

"Okay, in the bedroom," he said, his voice thick His hands came away from her body, leaving a fierce unrequited bum. He steered her toward a half-opened doorway. Every move of her ass and legs, the rub of her thighs together, built her anticipation. Her hips wanted to move in coital thrusts, she was simply dying for cock!

The room was luxurious. Deep red carpet, a wide king-sized bed, heavy drapes that let in enough light for good viewing. On the walls were colored photos of very beautiful girls, some nude, some in almost nothing, posed in a highly provocative fashion. One pix showed two girls fondling each other…

"My wife's a professional photographer," he smiled, reaching for Mia's skirt. This time he unfastened it and let it drop. He stood back, looking at her in panties, nylons and heels. "Very good. I have an idea she'd like to use you for a model.”

The bastard, Mia thought, shivering. I need prick and he's just teasing me. But I'm flattered! Naturally, he's married! The sexy ones always are.

"I'm too plump," she said, reaching for her panties. If he wouldn't take them off, she would. "When does she come home?”

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "She has her life, I have mine. She prefers pussy.”

"God, you're awful," Mia breathed. "Come on, honey. Are you going to fuck or just look?”

His eyes changed, he lowered his briefs. He saw her expression of avid interest and pushed his hips out, tensing his prick. Oh, it was a beauty-big and at least seven inches long, with a huge circumcised knob, shiny with his pre-coital juices. She had never seen such a cock!

"Ohhhh!" she breathed, yanking her panties down from her ass. Her drippy cunt was really puffed out. This slow buildup and anticipation were turning her really on. She kicked her sandals away and ran to the bed, sliding over to the center with her thighs sprawled wide.

"Eager beaver, huh?" he chuckled, walking to the bed, his dark eyes flaring with need. He was so different from other men, so controlled. She wondered bow many other girls had been bounced on this very bed. Dozens, probably! She wished she had had more experience; most of hers had been with her fingers. And with Pam Nugent. But she was not proud of that. She wondered whether he could guess about her Lesbian screwing. If only she did not have to think so much, if she could just relax and enjoy…

"Come on!" she urged, arching her achy cunt upward. Her whole body screamed for release.

Grinning, he crawled on the bed, between her legs, but instead of mounting he sat back on his heels, looking down at her cunt. His hands crept along the heated, silky inner zones of her thighs, on the dark nylon, and then up to the flesh near her puss. He touched her labia gently and opened them, tracing a hot pathway up and down her swollen crevice. A finger found her clit and she shuddered. Dreamy stings of pleasure spread through her crotch.

"That's a nice one," he said, rolling the tip of her femininity, drawing her achingly toward a climax! He eased the finger away just in time…

"Nnnnnnnn!" she panted, shaking with lust. Even Pam had never played with her like this; it was wild! There was almost a feminine softness about his hands, even his approach. He was a pussy teaser from way back. He had her all spread out for prick and he was using his hands. She had always wished that Alvin would take more time with her before he got his cock in her, but this was torture!

"OHHH, please!" she gasped, pulling her thighs back the way she did for her husband. Her knees touched her swollen breasts, her ass was lifted high. His hands drifted from her cunt, he spread her legs so her tits pushed up between them. That was different; it opened her pussy farther!

"Beautiful," he muttered, finally moving forward. She reached for his cock with her right hand to steer it home, she touched the tumid manflesh at last, and the sensuous feel of it started her dreamy, stinging, burning delight!

He trembled, his cockhead sank juicily between her labia and the big knob oozed snugly deeper, deeper! She moaned fiercely as the bunched lust in her pelvis began to throb from her clitpeak! His cock was spreading her the way no cock ever had! Her inner cunt was twitching, her clit was pouring jets of honey at his manhood, and just as he shoved the whole big prick in deep the pounds of her fun sucked a yell from her lips.

"Oh oh, ohhhhh!”

"Blow your cunt, baby!" he muttered, jamming his knob hard.

Her legs jerked, her ass shook, her tits heaved up high! She was coming better than she ever had in her life! And that filthy barrage of words seemed to make her crotch more alive to his tensing rigid cock!

The sweet twinges of her relief flooded her cont, her legs pulled in on his body, she clawed at his shoulders, moaning with delight. One slow, hard push into her cunny and she was blowing her fun! Ohhh, this was the way to get fucked!

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhh!" she whimpered, her legs fiat to the bed, her ass lifting trying to push more prick in further.

"That's a good one," he chuckled, still poised high above her. "Nice snug cunt.”

"Oh, I love that prick!" she breathed, swimming in her aftermath. The pangs were so, good they nearly hurt.

She loved to say prick and be bold with the words. It was all so new and sparkly and different in a big bad city! She didn't care how many girls he had tucked; she was here now, enjoying all the expertness he had learned from bouncing other broads. She was the easy pick-up fuck. The hungry young wife who never got enough sliding, waiting rigid cock at home…