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Holding Chris' firm nipples between thumb and fingers Betty rolled them back and forth. Her lips now surrounded Chris' stiff, pulsating little organ. She sucked noisily as Chris thrust her hips up and moved wildly trying desperately to hold Betty to her ravenous cunt. With a sudden shrill cry Chris' body moved violently, her hands pulling at the dark hair of her lover as spasms of ecstasy swept through her.

Betty could feel the warm juices flowing from the passionate girl. Her lips and tongue continued to gently massage the still rigid clit and squeezing sucking cunt until with a sigh Chris dozed off.

Betty slid up on the bed until she lay next to the sleeping Chris. Taking her in her arms she held Chris close an quietly drifted off to sleep.

Streaks of light streamed through the windows when both women roused. Sitting up and stretching luxuriantly Chris said, "Time to get some breakfast."

Betty lying in a semi-recumbent position and looking at Chris' lean, supple body leered salaciously, "I think I have something I'd rather eat right here."

Chris laughed as she moved off the bed quickly eluding Betty's reaching arms and grasping hands.

"I think we've had enough for the while. I'm going to find some breakfast then go home and get into some clean clothes."

Betty sighed and sank back onto the bed as Chris her tiny, firm breasts jiggling walked briskly into the bath room carrying her jeans and sweater.

While Chris showered she mulled over her experiences of the previous night. She had never been restrained while making love before. She realized that she found it particularly stimulating and her multiple orgasms seemed more intense.

"I wonder what having a cock inside would feel like in that situation," she thought as she stood quietly under the warm shower spray. "Maybe tonight – I'll call Marilyn and see if she wants to go out."

After she finished showering and drying her hair she crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep. It was almost three in the afternoon when the soft chiming of her phone wakened her. It was Marilyn wanting to hear all the details of her evening in Encino.

"How about our going out this evening – especially to a place where we can find some men," Chris asked sleepily.

Marilyn laughed, "I guess you didn't exactly strike out but you didn't get your bases filled either did you?"

"You've got that right."

"OK. I know just the place. You have to come back to the Valley though – about five thirty. I live in Calabasas so let's start with a drink at the Inn and then start out head-hunting. Hey that's a great pun," Marilyn giggled.

"OK I'll be there – dressed how?"

"Slacks, nice blouse and pumps – where I'm going to take you is neither too dressy nor too informal."

Yawning Chris murmured, "I'll see you in a while." She replaced the phone, set her travel alarm and smiling with happy anticipation snuggled down for a little more sleep.

Chris was late for her date with Marilyn. Traffic on the Ventura Freeway had been unusually heavy for a Sunday. She rushed into the bar and saw Marilyn sitting alone at a little table a half consumed drink in front of her.

"I'm sorry to be so late," Chris said breathlessly. "Traffic was awful."

"Out there maybe – in here nada," Marilyn responded smiling up at Chris. "Want a drink before we head out?"

"Not really. Thanks."

"Good. Let's go. We'll take my car."

Chris nodded. "Where are we going?"

"Well honey it's like this," Marilyn said grinning, "I still belong to a rather posh country club – part of the divorce settlement from my first husband – there are more rich, healthy young studs prowling there than anywhere north of Manhattan Beach. That's where I go whenever I need a jump start." Chris laughed. "Sounds good to me."

As they walked out to the parking area Chris sized up Marilyn's wardrobe for the evening. She wore a low cut patterned red silk blouse and tailored black gabardine slacks. "That outfit's off Rodeo Drive for sure," she thought not unmindful of the tantalizing roll of her friend's full, firm butt.

"Slide in Chrisie and we'll make this red monster growl," Marilyn said unlocking the Ferrari and quickly turning off the alarm system. As she deftly guided the car out onto the freeway Marilyn said, "You're dressed beautifully. No one can miss the figure your barely covering – no I can't read minds but I caught you eying my duds as we left."

Chris blushed. "I wish I could afford fine clothes like those you're wearing. You look lovely."

"Hon, when you get to be my age clothes are an essential enticement. The boobs may sag a little and the butt splays out some so if you can afford it you dress to make them assets," Marilyn laughed. "Now with you it's different. First off I'll bet you've never worn a bra in your life – that green blouse just barely hides the goodies. And if I had a butt like yours I wouldn't need Adolpho designs."

Chris patted Marilyn's leg. "You sound like you're an old lady. I'll bet there's not ten years difference in our ages."

"You'd lose kiddo. I'm nearly forty. Only the pelvis thinks it's still eighteen," Marilyn laughed.

She drove with enthusiasm. The car hugged the rode as they sped along. In a very short time they pulled up to the front of a large rambling structure that was some addled California architect's idea of an antebellum mansion.

A young man dressed in a white shirt and black tie and trousers came running. "Good afternoon Mrs. Short," he said with a grin lighting up his freckled face.

"Hi Tommy. Usual rules when you park this, OK?."

"Sure." He jumped in and moved the red car away quietly and swiftly.

"I think that kid comes every time he sees that Ferrari."

"He sure seemed anxious to get to drive it."

"Yeah. He's one of the few reliable one's at this place – let's go in."

Chris followed Marilyn very conscious of her sudden hauteur. Marilyn walked across the spacious lobby head held high, studiously ignoring the stares of the members lounging in overstuffed sofas and chairs scattered about the room.

"What gives? You acted as if those people didn't exist," Chris said catching up to her dark haired friend.

"I'll explain when we get to our table and have a drink," Marilyn whispered continuing to stride toward the double doors of the large dining area.

The maitre d'hotel greeted Marilyn effusively and led the two women to a table that overlooked the golf course. Leaning so that he could whisper conspiratorially into Marilyn's ear the said, "We have a only a few more fresh crabs left Mrs. Short – I recommend them highly."

Marilyn smiled and said, "We'll have them as Crab Louis, Max and bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon – a good year please." Then looking at Chris she said, "I hope that's OK with you. This evening is on me you know?" Chris protested but to no avail. Then, letting her curiosity get the better of her she asked, "OK explain the haughty walk through the lobby."

Marilyn answered with an amused look on her face. "You've probably never been to one of these sex parlors of the very rich. The people sitting out in the lobby are shopping. The couples were probably looking for wife swappers or group sex devotees; the single men were looking for gals like us but they're too cheap to blow the bucks it takes to wine and dine us; and the single ladies were looking for other single ladies – in fact her comes a 'nice straight lady' who likes girls a lot. With this one we can get blown to dinner, drinks and then just blown all night if that's your desire."

"You know it isn't – er, excuse me," Chris muttered as a tall, thin, pale blond lady of about fifty approached the table. She was dressed in a beautiful Georgio Armani ensemble. Leaning forward with a murmured greeting she kissed Marilyn on the lips.