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"Don't take any chances like that," Lynn whispered. "I don't want to lose you. We'll just be lovers. Maybe someday something may happen to her."

"All right," he agreed. "I'm sorry I treated you so rough in the office this morning. I love you, Lynn."

She kissed him warmly. "I love you, too. You weren't really rough. You're the gentlest man I've ever known. After we've rested awhile, will you make love to me again? Can we stay here all night?"

"No. I'm sorry. If I'm not home by midnight, the little bitch raises hell and threatens to turn her brothers loose on me. You can sleep here if you want. I don't think I should screw you again, honey. Your pussy needs a rest after having me in it. But I want to suck you off. Do you like having your cunt licked?"

"I'd love it!" Lynn replied with enthusiasm. "I'll suck you, too – if I can open my mouth wide enough to take it. I wanted so much to suck it this morning when I had my hands on it. I'd have done it right then, gone down on my knees and sucked it, if you'd let me."

He shook his head. "I'm stupid. I wasn't that busy."

They lay side by side, kissing and caressing each other with hands and lips that grew steadily more avid. Lynn returned the compliment he had paid her earlier by making the grand tour of his body with her mouth and tongue, just as he had done to her. When she came again to his crotch, she gave herself the pleasure of kissing and licking at his asshole, his balls and the shaft of his cock. It was now erect and throbbing to the tune of his increasing fervor, a dribble of whitish fluid oozing from the slit. She licked it clean, then opened her mouth to its widest. She found that the head and only an inch of the shaft was all she could accommodate without choking. She licked and sucked greedily while her fingers played with the rubbery flesh and hair of his asshole. He pulled her hips closer to his face and, parting her thighs, thrust his tongue into the opening of her vagina. His tongue was large, long and very strong. It was almost like being fucked, she thought happily, but she was not disappointed when he shifted his attention to the small lump of her clitoris, agitating the sensitive gland expertly. She knew she was discharging heavily again, for the room was redolent with the fragrance of her musk, and she heard him gulp repeatedly as he swallowed mouthfuls of her body fluids.

She marveled at herself. Until her brother-in-law had taught her this, she had never thought she would want to become a cocksucker. Now she knew she was hooked, completely addicted to the erotic art. She loved Tony and would marry him if ever he gained his freedom from his Japanese wife. But she doubted if she would be true to him when there were so many cocks to be sucked in the world. She had loved her husband, too, but had not been able to resist the temptation to play with another man's cock at a dance. When she thought of all the fun she could have had in high school, she wished she had learned the trick earlier in life.

Tony's clever tongue was driving her closer and closer to the point of orgasm, so she redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded by feeling his muscles tighten and his bodily tension increase. Just as the first throb shook his prick, her own climax came about; then she was coming wildly as she jerked her hips in short, frenzied strokes to rub her cunt over her lover's face, yet not quite losing the contact of his tongue on her clitoris.

His hips shuddered convulsively as his pulsing prick began to shoot gobs of cum into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked and swallowed with all her might, loving the taste of him and as fiercely joyful that she had made him come as at the wonderful sensations that emanated from her clitoris.

Their mutual orgasm was somewhat more restrained than it had been the first time but, in compensation, was even richer in feeling and more prolonged. When it was over, they were finally and completely exhausted.

Tony left just before midnight, but Lynn was so sleepy she was hardly aware when he went. She had been sleeping soundly for several hours when she awoke because someone was sitting beside her on the bed and had the sheet pulled down. A soft hand was fondling her breast.

"Don't get scared. It only me, Buster Kahane," a voice whispered. "I got hot nuts fo' you, baby, but I think mo' bettah I wait 'til boss gone home long time. You give me fuck now, hunh?"

Lynn opened her eyes to see the fat desk clerk looming over her, his hands busy with her body. "Sorry, Buster," she said, "but you'd have a hell of a hard act to follow. What do you think you could do for a girl who'd just been made love to by a man like Tony Nunez?"

Buster sighed. "Yeh, all wahine say same thing. I no bigshot lover like the boss, but I got damn good prick. Whassa matta nobody want my prick, hunh?" He had pulled the sheet farther down and now had two fingers in her pussy. With his free hand he unbuckled his trousers and let his cock stand up. "Whassa matta my prick?" he repeated plaintively.

Lynn eyed the fat, smooth organ in the dim light and felt the saliva begin to run in her mouth. She licked her lips.

"Not a damn thing wrong with it, Buster," she said. "You just slide over this way so I can get it in my mouth… and don't stop finger-fucking me. I love it."

Lynn was not sure how to explain her new affluence to her friends. She was ashamed to admit that she had fallen in love with her boss and had no intention of trying to carry out the original plan of blackmail. After making love to her, Tony had generously doubled her salary and delighted in buying expensive presents for her. She considered telling them that she was obtaining the money by rolling drunks at the hotel, but doubted that they would believe her.

It was Ellen who solved her problem for her and made it easy for her to confess that she was a backslider from the solemn covenant they had made to hate all men and take them for all they could get. She came into the house one day, the pockets of her slacks bulging, and casually began digging out bills and dumping them on the living room table.

"Auwe!" Kalola gasped. "You rob a bank?"

Ellen shook her head. "Un-unh. Those surfers I've been getting gang-banged by got their monthly checks from their parents, and I sold 'em most of the pot and other stuff I've been holding. I got over five hundred here, and a new surfboard. Now we don't have to worry about paying the rent."

"Ellen," Kalola said, "you make me ashamed for all the bad things I hollered at you the night you stood up Mike Fuda."

"Me, too," Lynn echoed.

Ellen shrugged. "That's okay. I didn't really want to be a blackmailer anyway. I'd rather just fuck and have lots of boy friends, and maybe sell some ass once in a while when some square slob like a tourist wants it. I'm not so mad at guys as you chicks are."

Lynn gulped hard and took the plunge. "I haven't been exactly honest with either of you," she admitted. "About Tony… well, I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt him. He's a great guy and I'm… well… I guess I'm pretty fond of him. But he's been giving me money and I've been holding out because I didn't want to tell you where I got it. Here." She opened her purse and contributed a stack of bills to the pile on the table. "I guess that about puts us out of the blackmailing business, doesn't it?"

"Not quite," Kalola said firmly. "I haven't got any money to put on the table, and I want to do my share. I haven't been lucky like you and Ellen, but I've got a naval officer, a commander, all lined up. I was going to meet him tonight and maybe bring him tomorrow evening. If I do, will one of you help me set it up to frame him… like we had planned?"

"I will," Lynn volunteered. "I can't see Tony tomorrow night, anyway. I did have a date with Buster Kahane, but I can call him and break it. Do you think you can take this commander for much?"