Fran Furnivall: Shack-Ups!

Lisa Williams, 32 year old former Las Vegas showgirl, her long, muscular body glistening with oil, lay naked under the fierce blanket of the Nevada sun at 11:30 on Tuesday morning, her left hand tracing lazy circles in the sparkling water of her swimming pool.

The desert heat enveloped her deeply tanned physique in a sensuous grip sending horny thoughts clattering like a steam engine at full throttle through the tunnel of her almost one track mind. "I haven't been fucked in three days," she thought with a half smile, concentrating now on that fuck three days gone.

It annoyed her only a fraction that she couldn't recall his name but then she was never very good with names, "But I can remember his prick," she asserted as a rivulet of sweat coursed from her upper Mp down the side of her wide face and into the cavity of her ear.

He had sucked her pussy for the longest time and she liked that a lot. She was so turned on that by the time he was ready to stick his banger into her she hallucinated clouds of steam rising from her cunt. He was just the right size. When his cock slid into her steaming crack it couldn't help but belch a long and very wet sigh.

He fucked her for what seemed like an hour before he slid his cock out of her sopping hole and turned her with a firm hand over onto her stomach and then pulled her back so that she was on all fours with her perfectly round and gorgeous ass staring him right in the face.

"Now he's getting serious," she remembered thinking to herself as his tongue slid up into her waiting asshole and his mouth sucked greedily on what she considered the jewel of her sexuality. She was quite proud of the fact that around Las Vegas and Reno they used to say that Lisa Williams was all asshole. "You could drive a locomotive up there," someone had once said to her. She never forgot that one.

She heard him gasp in amazement when her cornhole finally opened up to its full size after only thirty seconds of sucking. "Come on baby," she whimpered feebly, "please shove it up there, don't waste any time, please," she begged. He didn't need much coaxing.

He had about four solid inches of his cock up her when he suddenly felt the muscles in her ass hole close down on him with a burning, tight grip. A second later Lisa released her hold on him, her asshole shooting wide open again and then in a single,

clean, long, backward stroke she slid all the way down on his pounding and delighted prick.

He let out a long, high "Ooooh" as she fucked him with her asshole-her hard buttocks rotating in frenzied clockwise and counter clockwise arcs. She got a big thrill looking over her shoulder at his face all scrunched up with pleasure as she pumped away at his fat seven inches.

She wanted his cock to explode in her mouth so she could taste his come, roll it around on her tongue and savor it before swallowing it with a lusty smack of her lips but her asshole had a mind of its own. She felt him explode inside her and as his cock oozed its creamy goo, her athletic, well rummaged rectum kept squeezing back and forth and up and down until he was completely dry and flopped backwards onto the bed-totally fucked out.

"That's what I could use right now," her mind murmured, "a nice hot prick up my ass." Instead she rolled over onto her stomach so that the sun could complete its job of endowing Lisa Williams with a perfectly symmetrical tan. She tried to make her mind think of something else besides sex because it was too early in the day to have to go back inside the house and jerk herself off.

From what seemed like miles away she thought she heard someone calling her name. Groggily she raised her head and squinted through the glaring, jewel like reflection of the pool, through the curtain of sweat that clung to her eyelids. "Lisa!" The voice cut through the shimmering waves of heat, "Are you there?"

Gradually her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see the figure of a woman, petite and brunette, moving towards her. She reached for a towel to cover herself but before her hand could find it the woman was standing three feet from where she lay in all her suntan oiled beauty.

"T-T-Toni? Toni Corbin?!?" Lisa heard herself stammering in disbelief. "It's a dream!" she screamed, rising. "I don't fucking believe it!!!" The two women moved to embrace each other. "Wait!. I'm covered in suntan oil," Lisa remembered, taking two steps back. "Oh fuck that!" Toni said and moved in close and hugged Lisa hard.

"Christ, Lisa," she said "you look fantastic. You haven't changed one bit except to get better looking." Toni's eyes swept across the exquisite terrain of Lisa Williams' body, her head moving from side to side incredulously. You half expected those 40-C tits of Lisa's to drop down to her waist when she stood up but there she was in all her Amazonian splendor and they were sticking right out there-proud and true.

"Likewise," Lisa returned the compliment. "Swimming, jogging, and a lot of situps on the slant board is the answer," she filled Toni in pointing with her thumb over her shoulder at an assortment of light barbells, dumbells and a red vinyl abdominal board nestled cozily into a corner of the pool area.

"Tennis is my secret," Toni said as she peeled off her clothes and moved towards the diving board.

"I can see," Lisa said taking in Toni Corbin's lean and wiry body. "I don't imagine I have to put on a suit?" Toni asked.

"Fuck no!" Lisa exclaimed. "No one comes back here. I get buzzed when I'm needed."

Lisa Williams was the proprietor of the Silver Cactus Motel situated off the main highway five miles from Reno, Nevada. She had taken the property over from an ailing and elderly widow four years ago and turned a downhill, dumpy motel into a thriving business. With half her savings from her dancing days in Vegas and Reno and the other half on a short term loan from the bank she had performed what some people called a miracle.

The Silver Cactus Motel was nothing fancy but it was clean and comfortable and the air conditioning in every room worked along with the color television and you could always get a bucket of ice no matter what hour of the day or night you rang the desk. Just as long as the guests didn't chop up the rooms and throw the furniture into the swimming pool, an Olympic size swimming pool at that, they were never bothered. No questions were ever asked.

The first year Lisa had taken over one of the guest rooms for her own quarters but soon business was good enough that she was able to build her own house with a swimming pool. Conveniently located 200 yards behind the motel and walled off by an imaginative, manicured maze of desert vegetation it offered the ultimate in privacy. From the pool area you could see nothing but assorted cacti and behind that the sweeping majesty of the Nevada desert bordered by the heroic, snowcapped Mount Driscoll. If you liked that kind of a life this was the quintessence of it. Lisa's ranch style, sprawling house was drenched with light and brilliantly hued furniture, spacious and uncluttered, it had the tendency of putting you at peace with yourself the minute you stepped in the front door.

The gadget filled kitchen and breakfast room with its wall to wall glass doors faced directly out onto the pool and the sunken living room with its thick, lavender carpeting was faced by an enormous stone fireplace that acted as the focal point of the house when the night seeped in and closed you off from the rest of the world. The house had been decorated entirely by Lisa and matched her big busted, blonde personality to perfection. The vibes it gave off were warm and loving.

Toni and Lisa had been dancers together in Las Vegas and Reno and both had survived those respective jungles with flying colors. It was five years since they had seen each other and over lunch they had a lot of memories to catch up on. Again