Lane Novak - Full-bodied babe

Babe was the first to come, squealing with delight as Jo Jo jammed his joystick fast and hard into her creamy crevice, filling her to the brim with his sizzling sap. When he finally withdrew, Babe crawled over to where she had discarded her clothes and started to dress.

"Where are you going?" asked Jo Jo, stretched out on the floor.

"I'm tired," she replied. "I'm gonna take a shower and get some rest."

"Party-pooper," Jo Jo remarked.

"You're not leaving, are you?" said Candy, looking up from beneath Chris' hovering body. "I'll see you all tomorrow," Babe announced.

"Have fun."

"Good night," somebody moaned.

As she was walking out the door, Babe glanced back and noticed that everybody had converged into one pile of writhing flesh, groping and grinding, sucking and fucking. She smiled approvingly and closed the door behind her.

Babe trudged half way down the hotel corridor and let herself into her room. Once inside, she tossed the key onto the bed and undressed again en route to the bathroom. The plan was to shower, slip into something comfortable and get at least eight hours of sleep. Her mind was reeling from the band's triumphant concert appearance, but she had to unwind and prepare herself for the rest of what promised to be a grueling tour. She clicked on the television for companionship and shed the last of her undergarments, then entered the bathroom. She brushed her teeth while listening to rock videos and gargled in tune with a familiar song.

The shower rejuvenated Babe. Cleansing herself in the soothing hot spray, she imaged she was standing beneath a tropical waterfall. She slid a bar of soap against her smooth flesh, lathering her breasts, her belly and her inner thighs, scrubbing away the grime of a hard night's work and a hard night's pleasure. Her nipples grew hard as frothy suds streamed down her body, settling like sea foam in her pubic hair and dripping through the groove of her pouting pussy lips.

Invigorated by the sensation, she leaned back against the blue tile walls and spread her legs, allowing the shower spray to pour on her gaping slit. While the tingling warm water tantalized her twat, Babe lathered her hands, then applied her sudsy fingers to her throbbing clitoris.

She massaged her volatile lovebutton in slow, circular motions, titillating herself to the point of no return. Lust dictated that she masturbate to climax, drenching herself in waves of ecstasy.

But just as Babe was about to explode, she suddenly paused, realizing that something wasn't right. She turned off the water and listened carefully. There was no sound coming from the other room. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her, then quietly, cautiously, stepped out of the bathtub.

Babe moved slowly to the doorway and peeked outside. The TV set had been turned off, but there wasn't anyone in the room. "Anybody there?" she asked nervously. There was no reply.

She inched her way into the room, sidestepping to the night table beside the bed and reaching for the telephone.

Suddenly a huge figure leaped out from behind the drawn window curtain. "Boo!"

Babe nearly jumped out of her skin. "Omigosh!" she gasped.

It was Bull, grinning from ear to ear. "Surprise! "

"How the hell did you get in here?" Babe angrily demanded to know.

The husky bodyguard flashed a credit card. "My little backstage pass."

"Well, get out!" she ordered.

"Oh, come on, Babe," Bull pouted. "That's no way to treat a guest."

"I don't want you here," Babe insisted.

"Would you please leave? Or do I have to call security?"

"But I am security."

"That does it," she said, heading for the phone.

As she reached for the receiver, Bull seized her wrist. Babe tugged her arm away from his grip.

"Allow me," he said, picking up the entire phone single-handedly. With one swift jerk, he pulled the wire out of the wall and tossed the equipment aside.

Babe gaped at him in surprise and fear. "What do you want?" she asked.

Bull snickered, his lecherous eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe. "I think you know," he said ominously. "Remember how you left me high and dry at the mansion? You owe me something and I'm here to collect."

"You must be crazy," Babe scoffed. "Do you actually think I'd allow a lowlife like you to lay his filthy hands on me?"

"Why not?" he laughed. "You've already fucked everybody else."

Babe slapped his face so hard that the palm of her hand stung.

But the blow merely amused Bull. Defiantly, he moved closer. "I've been thinking about that pussy of yours for a long time, thinking about how good it's gonna feel when I fuck you."

He suddenly reached out and tore the towel away, exposing Babe's nude body. She tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands and arms, but there was no hiding from Bull's leering eyes. "Nice tits," he smirked.

Babe slapped him again, even harder. "Ha!" he taunted. "Like you don't want it." She tried to slap him again, but Bull seized her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. "Ow! You're hurting me," she complained.

"See? I can play rough, too," he told her. Babe tried to claw his face with her other hand, but Bull easily subdued her. She was helpless in his grasp, naked and vulnerable. "I'll… I'll scream!" she warned.

"Oh, I know you will," he assured her, running his tongue up her long neck and into her ear, sending shivers through her body. "Especially when I shove my big hard cock into your cunt!"

But Babe did not scream. In fact, she hardly resisted. She wanted this as much as he did, perhaps more so. She had never been with a man this strong, this bold, this capable of satisfying her most lustful desires. Anyway, it was useless to struggle. Babe was like a puppet in his clutches. She had no choice but to do whatever he wanted.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned, tightening his grip on her arms, forcing her to thrust her big beautiful boobs in his face.

Babe closed her eyes and leaned back as Bull nibbled on her bountiful nuggets. He licked and bit her pert pink nipples until they resembled a pair of ripe cherries. Then he gluttonously sucked each sumptuous mound of flesh, making her swoon with ecstasy.

"M-m-m-m…" he moaned, milking her juggs with his salivating lips, grinding his groin against her belly, his stiff meat threatening to burst from his tight jeans.

"Think you're too good for me, huh?" Bull bitterly sneered, running his tongue up her chest and along her neck. "You only fuck rock stars, right? Well, I'm gonna show you what a real man is like!"

Bull covered her lips with his gaping mouth and jammed his tongue down her throat. He gradually released her wrists and used his hands to explore her body. He clutched and kneaded the firm but tender cheeks of her ass, stroked her smooth, shapely back and inserted his stubby fingers into her wet cunt.

Hot for his flesh, Babe unzipped his fly and reached inside his jeans, fumbling for his rigid rod. Bull shoved her away, sending her sprawling backwards onto the bed. "It's my party!" he growled.

Babe laid still while he stripped off his T-shirt, exposing his monolithic torso with its rippling muscles. She quivered with lust as she watched him unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans, admiring his body as he stood naked above her, gazing in awe at his broad shoulders, flexing pectorals, slender waist and towering tool.

He stared down at her cunt, hungrily wetting his lips with his tongue. "I'll bet you've got a real tasty pussy," he said. "Yeah. I'll bet it tastes just fine!"

With a strength that astounded her, Bull squatted, wrapped his arms around Babe's thighs and lifted her right off the bed. She hung upside down, her legs spread apart, and her slit within inches of his mouth. As she dangled over the bed, Bull feasted on Babe's gaping gash.