Jonathan Everest - The tortured tourists

Suddenly, she almost felt all of her thirty-nine years for the first time she could recall. Then she remembered that Chuck had promised to bring them clothes. At least she needn't look as old as she was… if he'd also brought her overnight case. She headed down the hall searching for him.

It was the end of the first of many weeks to be spent in France. Weeks of waiting for the slow mills of French justice to start grinding. Weeks that were to have been spent in Italy, Switzerland, and other places.

Tommy had gone out to see if he could make any sense of a French movie. Darla had decided to stay in and perhaps write some letters. Chuck and Ann were dining with the Consulate General.

It was only about seven-thirty when Tommy returned to the suite, disgusted with the silliness of the film, and fed up with trying to follow the dialogue by the action. He ordered some sandwiches and Cokes sent up, suddenly craving a taste for the bottle of the bulge, and then peeled off his clothes and put on a robe.

He answered the door and took the tray from the bellhop, and set it on the table while he got out of his shoes. As he swapped the oxfords for a pair of slippers in his closet, he thought he heard something like crying.

She's probably having a bad dream, poor kid. No wonder, after what she's been through. He opened the intercommunicating door to Darla's room, and started to enter and wake her from a nightmare.

There were no lights on in her room, but the moon was bright, and additional light poured in from reflections of the hotel marquee lighting. He took two steps into the room and halted.

Darla was lying on top of the covers. Her feet were drawn up snugly to her buttocks, her knees tightly together and raised. Her face wasn't visible behind the raised knees, but he could see that her hands were busy massaging her full breasts.

The hand nearest him was almost fully in view, and a darkly pink nipple was peeping from between her fingers. She was squeezing it and rolling her cupped hand on her breast, and all the while she was moaning low, but steadily.

"Oh-h… Oh-h… Oh-h… oh-oh…" on and on and on.

He tried to move to back out through the door way and close the door on her privacy. But he seemed rooted to the spot. And when her knees began to separate, he couldn't have moved at the point of a gun.

As the dimpled knees parted, the soft light etched the creamy inside pillars of her thighs, spreading as they separated, until they fell to either side, of their own weight.

The bright blonde gold of the soft feathers in her crotch caught gleam of light and sparkled. So did the diamonds that he saw were dewy drops of her passion. They sparkled at the edges of her swelling natal lips, and the lips were parting as they engorged with blood from her racing pulse.

Tommy's pulse was racing, too. He'd let his robe fall open, and the rayon sash lost its slippery hold further down. The whole front of his robe hung wide open, and the painful hardness of his instant erection was like a steel bar being drawn to the magnetic power of the sight before him.

He groaned as his feet moved forward, carrying him nearer to the awful temptation. Darla's face was visible, now. Her eyes were shut, and her constant moans continued as she massaged her breasts.

If there had been a framework at the foot of the bed, he might have been able to halt. But the way was open to him. He slowly moved forward onto the bed, pulling himself up to the gleaming wet pinkness of her spreading slit.

Then he caught the hot, musky scent of her, and he plunged his lips into the brimming pink vessel of flesh. Her juices flowed out around his lips, and he licked out his tongue and caressed her most sensitive spot.

Her moans were heavier and louder as he licked and sucked at her flowing juices, and then his hands were moving upward until he stole her breasts from her own hands, and began to knead them, and tweak the taut nipples.

Her legs wrapped around his back, and her heels pressed against the back of his neck, holding him snugly to the heated slit which was opening still farther to his penetrating tongue. He knew that her eyes were open, now, as she replaced the moans with words.

"Oh, Tommy! You're a darling lover! We shouldn't! We mustn't! But don't stop, for God's sake! Oh, it's good! It's so good! Oh-h! Eat me good, yes!"

His mind answered her as his lips and tongue and hands functioned like thinking creatures with lives of their own.

I know we shouldn't! We mustn't! I can't stop! Yes, it's good! Your sweet cant is so juicy I can't stop eating it! Oh, Darla. What will we do? We can't go on like this.

He felt the shuddering release begin. The tremors ran through her fine body until they filled her with tension. Then her hips rose and she pulled tighter with her heels against his neck, as she let herself explode into the clouds.

When her legs released him, he licked her hot flesh completely void of its juices, then his mouth trailed upward through the blonde forest and over the heaving, panting belly. He tongued her navel, then moved up to suck heavily at her nipples.

Tommy! Your wonderfully hard cock is dragging up my legs. It's burning a trail up my thighs! Oh, how I want it! Damn me for a slut, but I want it! I have to have it!

Her hands seized his head and pulled it from her breasts, then brought it up to place his mouth on hers. As his body moved to make their lips meet, she felt the hard undercarriage catch in the hot meat of her crotch.

As their mouths tried to devour each other, she moved her hips until she got the swollen entrance of her passage touching the tip of the equally swollen club that lay in her freshly flowing fountain.

"Darla! I can't help myself! I'm going inside you! Stop me!"

"No! I want you, Tommy. I need you. Fuck me, Tommy. Stuff me with it!" She thrust at him to speed it up, and he became engulfed in her.

He sucked deeply at her mouth, then let his lips slide around to her ear. As he penetrated her, he spoke into her ear.

"Darla, when I get near that sweet pussy of yours, I can't resist it! I love the way it smells, the taste of it, the way it feels on my cock now, as I'm sliding into it. I can't leave you alone, Darla! What'll I do?"

"It's not just you, Tommy. I get hungry for your juicy prick when I see it, even when I think about it! Let's talk about it when we're through. Just forget everything, now, and fuck me!"

He thrust into her with long strokes, probing the soft, slippery folds which closed over him as he plowed through. Then they were hurrying, rushing to completion, and he felt her open up incredibly to him, deep in her hungry cavern, and he pushed hard to bury himself as he gushed out his all.

When they stopped panting, he pulled himself out of her with a slushy, sucking sound and fell over on his side. She looked at the limp remains of his excitement, and the tiny blob of semen at its tip. A short string of the thick fluid trailed halfway along its soft shaft.

She got to her knees and moved down to it. Her tongue licked out and captured the soft flesh, pulling it into her mouth. She sucked at it until he groaned.

"Don't, Darla! You'll give me such a mean hardon I'll never be able to get rid of it. Let's quit while we're ahead – or before we go any further astray."

"I was just kissing it goodbye, Tommy. From now on, we'll just have to be extra careful. We mustn't go in each other's room unless we're positive it's safe. And we'll have to avoid touching each other. But not too conspicuously, or the folks might catch on that something's happened between us."

"After having you, I don't think anyone else will turn me on," he told her.

"That's what you might think, now. But when you get really hard-up like we were tonight, look around, and you'll find someone that will please you. I hate to think of anyone else having you. But we've got to be firm about breaking this off. You know that!"