Dallas Mayo - For women only

The blonde was dressed from the waist up and from the thighs down. Nothing in between. She stood with her legs wide apart, her head tilted back ecstatically, almost lolling. Her hands were busy but motionless, busy just hanging on, entwined in the hair of the naked girl who knelt before her. Even in the semi-darkness, that flowing mane of coppery-red hair was recognizable, unmistakably so. I wondered if the blonde was holding on like that for protection from prying eyes, trying to shield the strategically vulnerable sector of her tall body and thus compensate for the rather curious disappearance of her skirt and panties. But no, from the look on her face, she was probably concentrating on that buzzing little tongue-tip down there. First things first. Hadn't I been similarly buzzed myself?

Someone must have tampered with the stereo, slipping a noisy rock record in among the more suitable romantic stuff. The volume was up, too, making the whole room throb and reverberate with sound, the twang of electric guitars ricocheting from wall to wall. Rock fan or not, nobody could ignore it. A few kids were already up and making like go-go dancers, shedding their clothes with somewhat nervous hilarity and eyeing one another to see who would be the first to peel away her last lacy fig leaf. As it turned out, the impetuous winner was a heavily built bulgar type whose name I knew but could never remember. She had made a pass at me once – and quite nicely, in her own crude way – but I didn't let it get beyond the flirting stage. A brush-off, practically. Only now, of all the dumb times to choose, she seemed to be at it again, about to pop her cork in my direction. Pop something, anyway, whatever it was that she kept shaking.

I got embarrassed then; oh shit, it was just too obvious, all naked like that, pointing herself directly at me. Others must have noticed it, too – a possibility that registered with the heat of a certain blush, which in turn only added more fuel to the flame of my embarrassment. She was smirking now, doubtless taking credit for my flushed face, smirking but scarcely able to disguise the hunger in her eyes. But the rest of this bunch would miss that, most likely, seeing only the complacent smirk – a leer, almost – and the insinuation of her unerringly aimed body. Uh-huh. A leer, sure enough, a lip-licking leer, and right at me, flopping those fat tits and grinding her obscenely gross thighs and coarse belly-bush with clumsy fervor. I hated her for it. Especially since I had already been tabbed as a stuck-up little snob who brown-nosed the mistresses but didn't mix and mingle with the other kids. What kind of gossip would they be spreading about me tomorrow?

Cheeks still burning, I tore my gaze away and glanced around in search of Julia, hoping to find her bored with the proceedings and ready to go upstairs. No such luck, though, she was intently engaged in conversation with a woman I had never even seen before, a late arrival maybe, and both of them looked pretty serious – all the earmarks of a big-money business discussion. I was stuck here for a while, no doubt about it.

For want of something better then, I continued my survey of the room and sought out Kitten and her half-dressed babe. Not in that dark corner, though, that was bare now. And so was the tall blonde, obviously; at this indecorous stage of the shinding, who had anything to hide? Angled like that, she must have fallen back across the conch after a rush to get there, draping those long legs over her crouched lover's shoulders for comfort as much as for sexual satisfaction. There was nowhere else to put them. And there was no need to grab and hang on now, so the copper-bright head was free to bob rhythmically with every unseen tongue-lick, most of the hair spilling outward, fan-like, a silken tent, concealing a few secrets even when no concealment was called for. And even as I watched the voluptuously indolent scene with a touch of envy – such a contrast to this amplified whirling-dervish mood! – the blonde girl propped herself up on one elbow and took a sweeping, panoramic view of the throbbing madhouse, a slow smile curving her sensuous lips, a slightly dazed look in her somnolent eyes…

But then, well, I had no reason to be envious. My darling mistress had evidently ended her business talk. She caught my eye and signaled, pointing toward the stairway. I nodded. Let them all envy me! The atmospheric reek was vile down here. And pretty pervasive throughout the house, too. But we had locked it out of our room, our own private ocean paradise. What a joy to be climbing the stairway together! Stairway to heaven. Too bad we couldn't take a piece of it, with us. But then again, why should we? It was already ours, to have and to hold. Mine. Wasn't heaven the beautiful ass of my mistress? My divine mistress?

Ardently, my heart swelling with desire, I lowered my face to the hairy nest and began lapping. Now that we were away from the noisy crowd, I could worship my Goddess peacefully and with a great deal of loving care. I parted the rosy red cunt-lips and foraged for her clitoris with a probing tongue.

Tonight, especially, I wanted to make it good for her. I knew she had something on her mind. Something heavy, I was sure. Despite my curiosity, though, I didn't dare ask. Perhaps it didn't even concern me. Except that I had become a part of her these last few days, and anything in her life was automatically in mine; couldn't she understand that?

Meanwhile, well, I had this to tide me over. I was in my favorite place. One of them, anyway, one of my two favorite places in all the world. Between the legs of my beautiful mistress, burrowing into the beautiful cunt between the beautiful legs of beautiful Julia. Beautiful…

"Such a busy little cuntlapper. Busy, busy. I love the way you concentrate on your work, darling."

"I do it for you. All for you."

"How you must love me! Sometimes I feel guilty, making you fall in love like that."

"Guilty? No need. I love to suck your cunt and make you happy. That's when I'm the happiest, when I'm inside your body and doing it for you."

"You darling girl. Suck, then. Suck, suck."

Her thighs, voluptuously soft, closed around my head for a poignantly sweet moment. A moment of breathtaking intimacy. I loved the sensation. Even from a purely physical viewpoint, it made me feel once again as though I was part of this flesh, this beautiful body. As if her cunt and my face were all one and the same. And yet, despite this lovely feeling, I was still conscious of her burden. She was bound to come out with it soon. Any minute now. I had no idea what made me so certain; was it something in her voice? I just knew…

"Rory? Better stop now."

"Uh-huh. Want to tell me about it?"

"Hmm? About what?"

"Whatever it is. The burden you're carrying. I can just see it weighing you down."

"Clever girl. I guess you know me pretty well."

"Better than you think. That's one of the advantages of being in love. Anyway, I know you've got something on your mind. Won't you let me help? Sometimes just hearing yourself talk about a problem makes it easier to solve. So if you'll talk, I'll be a good listener. Want to give it a try?"

"I-I suppose so. All right."

"Good. Let me just… uh…" I rested my cheek on a smooth thigh, caressing it with my face as I caressed her silky cunt-tuft with my fingers. "There now, I'm nice and comfortable. And see how I'm resisting temptation?"

"Little monkey. Resist, then, and don't interrupt me. We're supposed to be working on my problem, not yours. Listen. That woman I was with tonight, did you see her?"

"Uh-huh. I drew a complete blank, though. I mean, uh, she just didn't ring a bell, you know? Who is she?"

"You haven't seen her before, she's not one of the bunch – so don't worry about your memory failing you. Her name is Corinne Dahlgren, she owns a house a few miles down the beach. A year-round place, not as big as this but much nicer. Living here like that, she's got to be pretty discreet and can't fool around much, not at wild parties, anyway. She came over just to see me – and to take a peek at the young stuff, I guess, even though it's against her better judgment. For which I can't blame her. I've known her for years, both socially and in business. I trust her. You get the picture? I really trust that woman. And now she comes up with a story that shocks the shit out of me. She even admits it might not be true – or not so bad, at least – but it's been bothering her ever since she heard it and she just had to tell…"