Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"I'm coming!" Doug moaned, feeling his sperm exploding into the wet interior of Jessi's constricted channel. Her cunt was like a soft, velvety hand around his cock, urging him to come, sucking out his juices, until they completely coated his prick inside of her, and began to leak back out, dripping and hot, running across his belly. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had in his life. "Oh, God – I'm coming… I'm coming! I'm coming!"

This time Jessi waited until his cock was no longer pulsing, and his sperm no loner spewed into her. Then she lifted herself off his cock, Doug's sperm dripping out of her, plopping against his burning flesh like thick wet drops of hot summer rain, and she sat on his face. Holding him by the hair, she rubbed the spermy lips of her pussy all over his face.

"Eat me again!" she urged. "Make me come again!"

Mindless with passion, Doug ate her oozy wet quim, licking her until she was coming straight down into his mouth. Jessi screamed with delight, almost smothering him with her spermy flesh. Her thighs tightened around his neck, and she began to hump herself up and down, running her cunt back and forth across the erect shaft of his tongue. She could feel his nose, pushed all the way up between the lips of her slit. In the end, to give herself more pleasure, she masturbated, her long, crimson-tipped fingernails buried between her cunt lips. She could feel Doug's tongue, lapping her as she jerked off.

And then, almost unheard of, Doug came a second time. With her raunchy, gummy pussy squashed against his face, his hand slipped around his still erect dick, and he began to also masturbate. He jerked his swollen cock rapidly up and down until a second wave of sperm bubbled up and out. As, if under pressure, it gushed from his cock head, and in a long, graceful arc, it splattered against Jessi's tensed, sweaty back.

They went on like that, like two sexual maniacs, coming orgasm after orgasm, until Jessi slipped off him and lay in a limp, exhausted lump next to him on the bed. Doug's cock lay broken across his sweaty thigh, limp and shriveled, dribbling out a thin, colorless discharge. With the smell of pussy all over his tongue, smeared all over his face, Doug could only manage to grin before he fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

The hotel room was dark when Val came out of the bathroom, the light behind her spilling out into the unexpected gloominess, casting a dim, irregular patch across the floor. As soon as she became aware of the darkness, her stomach gripped tensely, and her mouth grew very dry. Somehow, instead of it helping, as she thought it might, she found the darkness disconcerting and sinister. It made her pause as her eyes strained to see.

"Shut the light," Alyscia Sorrell said, her voice soft and sensual as it rose up out of the dusky shadows.

"But I can't see."

Alyscia laughed gently. "That's all right, Val. This is one thing we don't need bright lights for to enjoy. Besides, I have a surprise for you."

Val's breathing was shallow and rapid. "A surprise?"

Alyscia laughed again. "Shut the light."

"All right," Val said, turning. Two steps brought her back into the bathroom, where the brilliant electric light filtered down upon her through recessed, opaque sheets of plastic. She hesitated an instant, then threw the switch, plunging the bathroom into total blackness. Feeling her way along the edge of the sink, she stepped back through the doorway into the bedroom. "Now what?"

"Come on over."

"I can't see you. Where are you?"

"I'm sitting on the bed," the other woman said.

"Oh."

The pit of Val's stomach dropped, and she felt faintly dizzy and disoriented. Her palms were sweating, and wetness was dripping down her back, making her blouse stick to her. A spasm of raw, sexual electricity surged through her body, almost immobilizing her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her shaken nerve. Slowly, slowly, she reopened her eyes, fluttering her lashes several times as she blinked, and exhaling silently.

Alyscia moaned.

The sound stabbed into Val as if it were a knife, piercing her most secret thoughts with its significance. For a moment or two she just stood there, staring into the darkness, trying to see Alyscia on the bed. Her heart clutched as she thought she could make out a shape, a silhouette which was somehow blacker than the blackness. But then she couldn't be sure. An instant later she did see something – a dull, or – point of light, flickering feebly, stationary and then moving.

"Are you smoking?" Val asked.

"Among other things. Why? Can you see what I'm doing?"

Listening closely, Val thought she could hear a sound – a sticky wet sound, the sound of movement, of flesh pressing into flesh.

"No," Val answered. "I can see the ash."

The cigarette tip moved again, then stopped, about where Val imagined Alyscia's mouth to be. For a single, flickering instant the ember seemed to glow brighter, casting out a flat, dull light, like a smudge of pale illumination spreading across the pitch-colored room. With a spectral fuzziness, the delicate softness of the other woman's face appeared briefly, aid then was gone.

Alyscia exhaled. Then she moaned again, a little louder, with somewhat more breathless passion than before. There was no doubt in Val's mind what was happening.

"Are you coming over here?"

"Yes."

Val tried to remember her face, as she'd seen it for the first time at breakfast this morning, and then only a short while ago, during dinner. Memory brought back only the most general of characteristics – long blonde hair, icy blue eyes, pale, milk-colored complexion, so delicate and parchment like it seemed transparent. The stunning loveliness of her features, and the firm, supple fullness of her body remained only as an impression at the edges of her thoughts, as a mood, a feeling, as the stirring it had evoked in her loins.

A flush of shame, of pure lust, made Val's cheeks hot, and for the first time since she stepped out of the bathroom she was thankful for the darkness.

"Follow the sound of my voice," Alyscia urged, her fingers moving, stroking. Intuitively she could sense the conflict tearing at Val, and she knew she needed to be coaxed and reassured. She smiled, and then consciously tried to put that smile into the tone of her voice. "I'm sitting on the bed."

"I'm coming."

Val moved toward the bed, guided by memory, and by the shadowy impressions filtering through her half-blinded eyes. Earlier she'd removed her shoes, and a few moments before she'd taken off her panty hose in the bathroom. Walking barefooted, the thick pile of the rug made her approach perfectly silent. Only her skirt rustled, lightly, coolly against her thighs, shooting shivers of forbidden delight up through her flesh, stabbing into her cunt. The crotch of her panties was soaked through, and wetness leaked down the insides of her legs.

It's really happening, she thought, shaking her head numbly. My God. It's finally going to happen!

"Ah," said Alyscia, "there you are."

"You can see me?" Val peered into the curtain of night stretched before her, her eyelids squinted almost shut as she strained to see.

"Oh, yes." She laughed. "Come straight ahead, Val. I want to give you your surprise."

Val shuddered. She'd guessed what it was.

And then she could see Alyscia, and she stopped dead in her tracks, more stunned than surprised. Obviously, she'd only guessed half her surprise. Indeed, Alyscia was masturbating; but she was also stark naked. While Val had been in the bathroom, Alyscia had undressed. She'd done more than that: she also folded back the bed.

Val watched her masturbating. Alyscia was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning against the headboard, her cigarette burning in the ashtray. Her breasts were firm and magnificently shaped, with long brown nipples located at the center of perfectly round aureoles. In contrast to her flat, pinched stomach, her hips and ass were full and rounded. Her thighs were spread wide apart, and she was rubbing her blonde-haired pussy, two fingers buried in her slit as she fingered herself. She was smiling.