King Coral - Honey Bare

At the same time she began rocking and shifting, rubbing her moist and heated desire against the front of me, begging for me to hurt her with my strength.

And I wanted to. I wanted to do that so badly that it was an effort for me to hold back. Suzy had come to see me. Suzy had come by because she’d been certain that I could provide her with what she needed before she left on her vacation.

I wanted her to leave without any disappointments.

I picked her up, feeling the heated cheeks of her fanny spinning and squirming around in the palms of my hands. I felt the wonderful thighs rub heatedly against my ears, the sides of my head, clasping and unclasping passionately as I drilled into the core of her passion.

There was darkness and the most exotic incense and then I heard her scream, her wonderful shapely legs slamming against my eardrums. At the same time I was becoming aware of the loosened heat and passion.

Suzy, Suzy, Suzy.

That was the only thing I thought about as I shoved myself forward, letting my chest grind against her pulsing cushion on my way up the front of her.

Suddenly I found her mouth again, her lips and tongue jammed against mine. At the same time her hot and restless legs were twined about me, guiding me, banging me against her and into her. And then there was the invitation, the arrival, and the complete envelopment.

“Lincoln! You’re so good – to me!”

I heard her, and I liked it because I felt big. I felt strong. I felt that I was exactly what she needed. I meant to fulfill every obligation, every promise. I meant to fill her.

I did, hearing her groan of delight as we slammed together. Her wonderful, supple legs flailed about momentarily, then closing again, clamping about me, snugging me tightly against her and holding me there even though I was trying to move.

I fought her legs. I fought the anvil that was strapped around me. Her arms loosened and she was wailing as the backs of her hands beat against the bed. At the same time I felt her spasmodic pulsing against my manhood.

We rocked, shoved and pounded, and slammed against each other. Suzy was a wild and reckless wench who was caught up in the lusts and fury that flamed through her. I could feel her climax bursting hotly and I wanted to give her more. She needed a fringe benefit she’d never had from me before. After all, she was leaving on her vacation. And she’d come by to see me before she left.

I wanted her to leave, remembering me.

Now her thighs were clasped tightly against my sides and I was holding her, bringing her up slowly as I drove into her.

We were rocking in rhythm and she was telling me how wonderful I was. Through the fantastic confusion and heat and ecstasy we moved on to more exciting plateaus. Once again she broke open and gushed her passion against me. Then it was my turn and she knew it. She must have felt it because she was wild and furious and completely uncontrollable.

My hands and arms clasped around her thighs, dropping down to her fanny, and again I was holding her, lifting her, thundering into her. At the same time I was becoming the biggest, greatest man that had ever lived.

When I hit the peak of my plateau it was a violent, over-powering force that surprised even myself. I felt as though my backbone and the lower part of me had broken through all the tensions and now I was free – completely free.

Suzy was on her shoulders and she was squealing ecstatically. I was on my toes and when I came down there was about two-hundred pounds of thrust drilling into a. defenseless girl that scarcely weighed a hundred and ten pounds.

Defenseless!

Suzy arched, calling for me to take her and we closed the show together in a powerful and rumbling climax.

I snuggled down onto her moist and quivering young body feeling the wondrous pleasure of her restless legs, tender arms and soft mouth. We stirred eventually, but only because Suzy had to go.

She whispered, “I’d better leave now.”

“It’s a shame.”

“Not really.”

“Because I’m leaving with more than I expected. Much more than I’d hoped for.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You get most of the credit, Suzy.”

“Save a little for me when I get back, Link.”

“All right. Maybe a lot.”

“I couldn’t stand a lot. But I’d like to try.”

We finally got untangled, and when we were both standing up she said, “I’m, going to help you become the best lawyer that ever passed the Bar!”

“Forget it,” I said.

I felt the quick rush of heat pouring into my face and I knew that she’d seen my anger.

“Now what do you mean by that?” she asked testily.

“Forget it.”

“I will not!” She was standing in front of me, her feet spread and her hands on her hips again. But this time there wasn’t hunger in her glance – her eyes were blazing.

Angrily she said. “Explain what you meant by that last remark!”

And so I did. Very quickly and without-demotion I told her that I intended to make it on my own. I didn’t want her or any other woman to tell me how to do it.

Of course, after that there were more words, many of them spoken heatedly and cruel. And that’s the way her visit ended. When Suzy stomped out the door she was no longer my girl.

While I was toweling dry after my shower I heard the phone ringing. I didn’t answer it. I was positive it was Suzy, calling either to get in her last stinging retort, or to apologize.

It rang again about ten minutes later. I tried to drown ‘out the sound by flinging a handful of ice cubes into a glass. But while I was standing at the window, sipping scotch and staring out at the rain swept world, the phone rang again. Suddenly I realized that it couldn’t be Suzy calling. Her plane had taken off a half hour ago. I scooped up the phone.

“Attorney Ice?” a woman’s voice asked.

“It is.”

“This is Sarah Leighton. We’ve never met but I need your help immediately.”

“Of course,” I said. “Would you like to make an appointment?”

“Can you come to my apartment right away?”

While she paused, waiting for my answer, I could hear the sound of music playing softly in the background.

“Yes.”

“Oh, thank you.” I caught the quick sigh of relief. “You’ll understand why I’m making the request when you arrive. Here’s my address.”

It was on Melrose Avenue, out in West Los Angeles, Apartment Seven. I scribbled in onto a pad and promised her I’d be there in about forty minutes.

It was almost an hour later when I pulled up at the curb near her apartment house. There had been an auto accident at the intersection of Melrose and La Cienega; and with the downpour and the evening traffic, it had been a mess getting through.

With my hands in my trench coat to keep it wrapped around my legs, I ducked my head and ran from my car up to the apartment house entrance. It had about two dozen units but it was a new building, and it had a lot of class. Apartment Seven was on the second floor, up the stairway, outside entrance.

The sound of music inside was audible as I punched the door bell and waited. I stood close to the door so that I was sheltered by the eaves. Then the door opened.

She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes and she was wearing a pale yellow minishift. Her arms were bare, her feet and legs were bare. And with the lamp on one of the end tables directly behind her, I could tell that the rest of her was bare too underneath the shift.

“Thank goodness you’ve arrived,” she said.

“Please come in.”

As I stepped inside I saw her stick her head out the doorway and glance about.

Then she closed the door and locked it with the chain.