Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"Anything I can do for you?" Cleo Brill echoed.

Kitten noticed the way Cleo's eyes were caressing her tits and said, "There'll never be anything you can do for me, darling. I'm not geared to go the route my late mother took with you."

"Aren't you?" Cleo moistened her lips. "Don't knock it until after you try it, doll."

Kitten shook her head. "I don't have to try it. Making it with another woman isn't my bag."

Cleo's voice tightened. "From what I've been hearing these past two nights, making it with men isn't your bag, either."

Kitten shook her hips at the woman and snapped, "It is now."

"Bullshit."

Kitten bit back a retort and turned to leave. A moment later she saw Gil Savage enter. Her blood speed up. The tall and deeply tanned man who earned his living by taking tourists out in his yacht to view the gulf was exactly what the doctor had ordered. What better teacher could a girl ask for than Starfish Island's most notorious cunt-hound?

Kitten turned her backside to Cleo Brill and trotted over to the handsome stud. "Hi, Gil."

Gil Savage nodded. "Kitten." His eyes caressed her tits. "Is Dan with you? I haven't seen him since he got back from playing soldier, and with the weekend coming up, I thought about dropping by the motel to ask if you two would be interested in…"

She cut him short. "I'm afraid Dan has other plans for the weekend. Plans that don't include either of us. But thank you for pretending you didn't know he spent his first night home away from me, or that he split again tonight." She locked glances with him. "You do know, don't you?"

Gil Savage nodded solemnly. "Bad news travels fast around this island."

She made a sour face. "Especially when Max Markie is around."

"Isn't that the truth?" His glance dropped to her boobs, then lifted to her face again. A frown wrinkled his brow. "Do you want to talk about it?"

A sigh hissed past her lips. "No. I'd rather discuss something else."

"Over a drink?"

"Sounds like a winner."

Gil escorted her to a secluded corner table. "Name your poison, little doll."

"I think I'd like a pink pussy."

"Hell, who wouldn't?"

Kitten threw back her head and laughed. "You've got a dirty mind, Gil. The pink pussy I want is a drink."

"Shucks. And here I thought it was something else."

Cleo Brill came over to take their order. One quick look at the lesbian told Kitten that Cleo was seething over the company she was keeping.

Eat your heart out, Kitten thought. Better still, bend over and eat your own cunt.

"What will it be?" Cleo asked stiffly.

"Adam's Apple for me, and a pink pussy for Kitten."

Three pink pussies later, Kitten was feeling bold enough to close in for the kill of lust. Getting Gil to seduce her would be no problem. But did she want him? She did. The man was experienced. She needed someone like that. A gentle whore master. She smiled. Yes, that was the right word for Gil – gentle.

Gil's voice pulled her back. "Penny for your thoughts, little one."

Kitten leaned forward, taking a deep breath that thrust her big boobs into greater prominence. "I'm not on the auction block… but I can be had."

Gil grimaced. "You have a lousy sense of humor, little one."

Devils of amusement danced in her eyes. "Who cares? I have other qualifications, in case you haven't noticed."

His eyes remained glued to her tits. "I've noticed. Your blouse is filled with two of them."

Kitten licked her lips. "Buy me another drink and I might let you touch them."

Gil smiled sourly. "I think I'd better drive you back to the motel where you belong, with Dan."

"Damned if you will," she hissed. "Dan probably won't be back from the mainland until tomorrow, so why should I bother to go home? I'd be bored to death." Her voice turned teasing again. "If I have a choice, I'd rather be bored by you."

Gil cocked an amused eyebrow at her. "That remark can be taken two ways, little one."

She felt heat creeping into her cunt and purred, "I only want you to take it one way, Gil."

His smile mushroomed into a loud laugh. "Now I know you've had too much to drink."

Kitten shook her head. "Not enough. I wouldn't mind another pink pussy."

"You won't get it here."

"Why not?"

"Cleo made the last call ten minutes ago."

"Damn!"

He glanced towards the entrance. "Which reminds me – the island fuzz should be popping in soon."

"So?"

"So all nineteen-year-old quails should finish their drinks before said fuzz walks in and really busts Cleo's big ass for serving booze to a minor."

"Fuck Cleo."

"I already have."

Kitten blinked. "I thought she only liked women."

Gil shook his head. "She's AC-DC. She'll plug in either way."

"Was she good pussy?"

"I'll never tell." He stopped smiling. "Finish your drink, and then I'll take you home."

Kitten shook her head again. "I don't want to go home. I have a better suggestion."

"Let's hear it."

"Why don't you do the honors and take me for a ride in your boat?" She smiled and added, "I'll make you gad you did. How about it?"

Gil studied her for a few seconds. She knew he was noticing the change in her. A smile crumpled his face as he stood up. "All right, little one. I'm tied up about three minutes from here."

"Then let's hit the beach."

Wild sensations pounded through her system as she followed him out into the moonlight. Cleo Brill glared after them, but Kitten ignored her. She had no time to concern herself with the lesbian who panted after a taste of her pussy. She was too preoccupied with wondering how this night would end – with Gil Savage. Would she enjoy fucking him? Would he pack her cunt with meat and make her explode with orgasm the way Dr. Dubois had made her explode? She hoped so.

Gil cut into her thoughts by saying, "Here we are, little one. Your last chance to walk away with your cherry still intact."

"What cherry?"

"You mean you finally got rid of the damn thing?"

"Yesterday. But I didn't enjoy losing it. I lost my cherry but I couldn't lose my inhibitions. That's why Dan cut out."

"You seem to have lost them now. Let's find out."

Gil's yacht was long, sleek and beautiful. Kitten knew it was his pride and joy, but for the moment his mind seemed to be elsewhere, and not on her. He snapped on the radio and said, "Pardon me for not attacking you immediately, but it's almost time for the news. I want to get the weather report."

"Why bother? Small or large craft warnings only mean something if you're going out on the gulf, and I don't think we are. Are we?"

"No, but there's a hurricane brewing a few hundred miles from here, and I'd like to be prepared if the damn thing decides to drop in for a visit."

Kitten shrugged and made her tits jiggle. "Well, you check the weather while I scrounge something to drink."

"Try the galley."

Kitten did. The news was over and the radio silent by the time she rejoined Gil in the cabin. She handed him a drink.

He looked at her quizzically. "I'd like to ask you something, Kitten."

"Lay it on me."

"Why did you go the pick-up route and let me bring you here tonight, little one?"

Kitten's tongue raced around her ripe red lips in a moistening gesture. She felt her heart hammering as she lifted her eyes from his bulging crotch and said bluntly, "I asked you to bring me here for immoral purposes. I feel like acting like a loose woman tonight. To put it crudely, I came here with you to get fucked."

Gil treated her to a lopsided smile. "You came to the right guy, but for the wrong reason, little one. I'm not interested in helping you get even with Dan."

She blinked. "To get back at my husband? Is that why you think I want your cock?"

Kitten's head wobbled. "You're wrong, Gil. I want you to fuck me for a different reason. I need education. Yesterday, when Dan took my cherry, I couldn't seem to thaw out for him. He called me a bum fuck, and he wasn't lying. But I don't want to be a bum lay. That's why I'm here. I need your help. Call it stud service. You're experienced. You know what to do with a girl."