by Noel Amos
Billy noticed that Arnold's hands were trembling as he took hold of the denim and clumsily tugged downwards. For a moment the thick blue material stuck fast on her hips then, in a sudden rush, it crumpled to the floor, exposing her golden bum. The rounded contours of her buttocks were as smooth and pleasing to the eye as distant hills. But there was nothing remote about these thrusting curves which were scarcely covered by a thin strip of fabric that ran into the cleft between her cheeks. From the rear the fascinating quadrant of her pussy was framed by the undercurve of her bum and the succulent skin of her inner thigh.
Betsy let Arnold contemplate this delicious landscape for a moment or two, grinning at Billy over her shoulder.
'Do you want me to go?' he pantomimed at her. Her mouth formed a soundless 'No.'
She turned her body to face Arnold. The wisp of panty was cut in a vee across the plain of her stomach, the white scrap of material barely covering the prominent mound of her cunt. She offered her hips to him with a little jib of her pelvis. 'Go on, Arnold,' she commanded, 'finish the job. Take them off for me.'
Arnold needed no further urging. Using both hands he reverently inched the flimsy garment down her hips and along her sumptuous golden thighs, his long nose almost buried in the blonde curls of her pussy as he bent to complete this sacred task. Betsy put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him towards her crotch. Arnold plunged in head first, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs to grasp the soft cushions of her bum cheeks, his mouth opening as he lunged forward to burrow into her welcoming quim.
'Ooooh, Arnold,' she said in a voice that had dropped a full octave. 'Oh, that's good.'
Billy studied her for signs of professional play-acting but her eyes were closed and her smile was surely genuine.
Arnold lapped noisily and she allowed it for a full half minute before pulling herself free and bending to plant an open-mouthed kiss on his lips which neither of them seemed keen to end. She broke away first and pulled Arnold to his feet.
'Come on, honey,' she said, 'I think it's time we got to grips with this so-called problem of yours.'
Billy coughed and said, 'Why don't I just leave you two...?'
This time it was Arnold who cut him off. 'Billy, this is the point where I need moral support.'
'OK.' This was the moment of truth after all. It would be a shame to miss it.
Betsy was wasting no time. She already had Arnold's jacket and shirt off, and she unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down in one movement.
Arnold wore what was probably the male equivalent of a reinforced brassiere - an elasticated jock-strap that finished at his navel. The extraordinary sight that met their eyes was of some two or three inches of white penile shaft emerging from the top of this garment, capped by the angry red head of Arnold's cock. It looked as if his dick reached almost to the centre of his chest.
There was a split second of silence before Betsy cried, 'Wow!' and pulled his pants down to reveal a veritable colossus of a cock, a white tower capped with a fiery red dome that rose and rose from the crisp dark hair of his groin.
'Why, Arnold,' said Betsy in awe, 'that's beautiful.'
Billy was struck dumb. Despite the throbbing evidence of his own masculinity he felt suddenly inadequate.
Betsy had fallen to her knees in front of Arnold and was assessing the problematic member. Hand over hand the shaft took four of her fists to measure out. She absentmindedly fondled the dangling eggs of his balls as she considered her next step. Suddenly she lowered her head and in one swift movement sucked the fat glans into her mouth. Her head bobbed a couple of times and her fingers ran up and down the great shaft, circling and spanning it. Eventually she ejected the helmet from her lips with an audible plop.
'Just as I thought,' she announced, turning to face Billy with a grin on her face and a gleam of anticipation in her eyes, 'the length is extraordinary but the girth is manageable.' She smiled up at Arnold. 'I think I can make you a happy man, Arnold, why don't we take a crack at it?'
The chef did not reply, instead he placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up, pulling her to him in a great hug, one hand in the small of her back, fingers spreading down across the upper reaches of her arse, the other in the yellow curtain of her hair. She folded eagerly into his embrace, lifting her mouth to his kiss, pressing her belly against his towering cock. Billy thought they made a very handsome couple.
Arnold said hesitantly, 'About the money, Betsy, I'll pay whatever you want.'
'Shut up, Arnold,' said Betsy. 'Let's fuck.'
Chapter 21
Placido was not a happy man. Beverly had been frolicking with the Germans for nearly an hour now and they were still going strong. Fully clad beneath the baking sun, the Spaniard sat by himself on the beach and watched every twitch and thrust of the action that raged only a few yards away. He had been in love with Beverly for months. He adored every voluptuous inch of her, hated his employer for the way in which he casually used her and longed to bury himself in her golden embrace. And to see her now!
Beverly was loving it. It had taken her barely a minute, it seemed, to urge Bruno into his first orgasm; jamming her lovely lips over the head of his fat cock, sucking and slithering up and down its solid length while palming his big hairy balls. He had squirted into her happily and collapsed onto his back to the applause of his fellows who had sat transfixed as Beverly, big breasts swaying, a dribble of spunk running down her chin, had risen to her feet and strode towards them.
Marlene, the German girl, had been pushed aside as Beverly sank herself on the thick spike the girl had been sucking and pulled the boy's face into the deep valley between her tits. The third boy had responded to her invitation to kneel and offer up his genitals for her examination. His tool was smaller than the other two but with pretty golden hairs and one pulsing blue vein standing out along its satin-smooth length. Beverly kissed and fondled it as she bounced on the big fellow beneath her. Then she had closed her mouth over it and set to work with her tongue and lips. In a moment both boys had come, shooting their jism into her with hoarse shouts of pleasure.
It had gone on from there. The Germans did not have much finesse but they had plenty of stamina. It seemed to the watching Placido that by now the German boys had used her in almost every way; first individually, then in combinations as their immediate lust was slaked and they searched for more inventive and comradely means of satisfaction.
Beverly was on her knees with Bruno at her head feeding his swollen cock down her throat, his hands buried in the mass of her expensively streaked blonde hair, now tangled with sweat and sand and spunk. At her rear, Dieter, the boy with the smallest penis, was sawing in and out of her pussy, every now and then reaching beneath her to pull and slap and maul her hanging mammaries. The remaining boy layoff to the side, urging his two compatriots on in incomprehensible but doubtless coarse German. Between his legs crouched Marlene vainly trying to breathe life into his flaccid cock.
Placido was on fire, with anger and jealousy but above all with lust. The sight of the three bestial Germans gorging themselves on the perfect form of the English-woman he adored was agony. He longed to beat them off, to lay them out in a swift fistfight, and then to throw himself on Beverly and sink his burning penis deep inside her glorious body. But he knew that was not the way. This degradation was what she wanted. This wild uninhibited orgy was some kind of release for her after pandering to the whims of Danny Fretwork for months. She was a slut, he knew that, but she was a passionate one and he wanted her desperately.
Dieter was still labouring at Beverly's rear but his cock kept slipping from her wet pussy. He had a conversation with his pals in rapid German. They had loosened her up too much, he needed somewhere tighter. When he placed an exploratory finger on the puckered rose of her anus a shiver ran through her kneeling form. She took her mouth from Bruno's cock and hissed, 'Yes! Put it up me there! Stick it in my arse!'
Placido became aware there was a hand at his bel
t. He tore his eyes from Beverly's thrusting buttocks and looked directly into the eyes of Marlene. They were great pools of the palest blue and though the words she spoke were incomprehensible to him her need was written in that liquid gaze.
She had been ignored from the moment Beverly had made her first appearance. She had insinuated her slender form into the action whenever she could but she had been allotted only a bit part in the drama. The boys had allowed her to lick limp cocks to proud erections, and then promptly buried them in Beverly's wanton flesh; they had let her stroke their balls while they fucked; and they had made her lie beneath Beverly's pendulous bosom and suck on her thick rubbery nipples. Beverly herself had twice grabbed Marlene's head and forced it between her thighs to reach orgasm on the girl's skilful lips and tongue. But as for the aching void between Marlene's own thighs, no one had volunteered to fill it.
Now she eagerly unbuckled Placido's belt as he sat transfixed by the lewd tableau in front of him. She cleverly unzipped him and reached into his pants to pull his cock free. His organ was solid and hard like stone, yet warm and pulsing in her hand, full of energy and life. Long and smooth, thrusting out from a forest of silky black hair at the base of his belly, his was a beautiful cock and Marlene exclaimed her excitement in breathless German. She urged him onto his knees so she could pull his pants down and lay bare his firm hard buttocks and soft lolling balls which she cradled in her palm as she bent to lick the tip of his elegant tool.
Placido felt as if he were in a dream. This strange German girl with the liquid eyes had stripped him and pulled his penis free to finger and fondle provocatively while, just in front of him, two husky lads were using the lush body of his employer's mistress, the woman he lusted for and was sworn to protect. The Germans were thrusting their cocks into her from both ends, Dieter now embedded firmly in the mysterious crack of her arse, Bruno bollock-deep in her beautiful face.
He felt a tug on his own tool and dropped his eyes to Marlene, now crouched in front of him and offering up her own arse for his pleasure. And what a delectable prospect it was, too! Though slender and boyish above the waist, Marlene was all woman below it. She was bent before him shamelessly, her legs apart, the full and rounded contours of her shapely buttocks upturned to reveal all she had, from the pretty dimple of her bum-hole down to the hairy purse of her full-lipped pussy. Placido grasped the fat cheeks and squeezed, spreading her open wider, thrusting her two tempting holes into greater relief. He slid one finger, then two, between her buttery cunt lips and explored the sopping, slippery cavern within. She was so much on heat the juice was pearling down the insides of her thighs and the walls of her vagina fluttered round his fingers as he jammed into her more forcefully.
She said something in German to him over her shoulder. It was a command uttered through clenched teeth and it could only mean one thing. He sank the length of his iron-hard cock into her like a knife into butter and she howled the first notes of her long-awaited orgasm.
Other climaxes were approaching too. Ahead of them, Bruno's face was stretched in a grimace of pain and ecstasy as he neared his fourth or fifth come. Dieter was stuffing his slim blue-veined dick in and out of Beverly's arse-crack in a blur, smacking his palms on the seat of her magnificent rump, sending ripples through her trembling bum-flesh. Even the other German had stirred himself and he lay beneath the quivering trio licking the ends of Beverly's dancing tits which swung and dangled from side to side as her body flexed and twitched and danced to the music of the three-way fuck.
It seemed that they all came at once. Beverly sandwiched between the two boys, Bruno and Dieter erupting into her at both ends, Marlene receiving Placido's long-dammed-up torrent of lust as he drank in the sight of Beverly's beautiful bum receiving a cockful of spunk for the second time that day.
And when they had all slumped to the sand in exhaustion they heard the sound of claps and hoots and bravos from an audience that had gathered around them unseen.
Beverly raised her head from Bruno's crotch and sank back on her haunches, spunk running down her legs and down the tawny hills of her heaving chest. She saw Placido nearby, his trousers at his ankles and his cock still jammed inside Marlene. Behind him were a motley group of onlookers, smiling and clapping, others already embracing and falling to the sand in search of their own pleasures.
Beverly caught Placido's eye and grinned. She spread her arms wide. 'I love it,' she said. 'You can't do this back in Birmingham.
'Now, are you going to take me home and fuck me properly?'
Chapter 22
Betsy made Arnold lie flat on his back on the rug in front of the fireplace. It was a cosy room with chintz curtains, a comfortable sofa and Constable prints on the wall. Betsy had once told Billy that it was important to put her uptight English clients at ease before blowing their minds with her own brand of Bonking USA on the waterbed next door.
As Arnold stretched his length along the floor, Betsy began a remarkable series of calisthenic stretches - as if she were an athlete limbering up or a dancer preparing herself for a great role. Her gorgeous limbs weaved sinuous patterns and stretched in a sexual warm-up that sent shivers up and down Billy's already quivering member. Her culminating stunt was to stand on one foot and raise the other leg high above her head, the knee joint against her cheek, one hand firmly grasping her ankle - and the bulging mouth of her cunt fully revealed in the open hinge of her thighs. The gaping quim was like a rose in full bloom, its petals unfurled, its pink heart open to the world, its fragrance filling the room.
As she lowered her limbs, she said, 'I used to be a cheerleader when I was a school kid. We'd do the greatest warm-up routines. I tell you, they made you hot to trot. The guys on the team really appreciated it. No one cared much for football but we sure had some great parties after the game.'
By now she had straddled Arnold's body, one long golden thigh on either side of his hips, and was busy oiling his massive cock with precise care. The aroma of the oil mingled with the smell of sex in the air.
'I've seen some big wangs,' she went on conversationally. 'There were some guys on the Snakebucket defence who had enormous dicks but, Arnold, I tell you they just don't compare with your ivory tower.'
She gave Arnold's cock a final squeeze and put aside the bottle of oil. Then she ran a hand between her own legs and fondled herself experimentally. Billy noted that the fingers that emerged from her crack were dripping with her own juice.
'Here we go,' she said as she crouched over Arnold in a squat. Balancing on the balls of her feet, she pulled Arnold's magnificent machine perpendicular and aimed the great head into the slot of her cunt. 'Just promise me, Arnold, you'll stay completely still and let me feel my way. It's going to be fantastic!'
Billy leaned forward from his vantage point at Arnold's feet. From there he could see the red helmet slip easily inside the pouting pussy lips which jutted from below the curves of her creamy rear.
'Ooooh,' she breathed as the first three or four inches disappeared inside her and she slid her weight down his rigid pole. She paused for a moment and then lowered herself further, taking in more cock flesh.
Billy stared mesmerised at the sight, at Arnold's quivering thighs and his great balls lolling in the vee of his crotch and the column rising from his ballsack, the veins standing out along its length - and still some six inches remained for Betsy to take if she could.
'Oh Arnold,' she moaned, 'that's incredible, that's as much of a man, I think, as I've ever had before.' And she began to slide up and down in little jerks, bouncing on her feet, easing just a little more of his magnificent tool inside her on each downstroke.
Billy leaned around Betsy's body to look at Arnold. He was staring at the naked woman suspended above him, his eyes popping and his mouth open in a great O of wonder at the sight of his long-neglected pole disappearing inside her slim form.
Betsy had now stopped bouncing. She only had a couple more inches to go but it seemed that Arnold had plumbed the very depths of her an
d it was not possible for her to take any more - or so Billy thought. She had stopped moving completely and was balanced on the spar of his tool, her fingertips pressing on the flat of his stomach, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. A small moan came from her throat which grew and took on a higher pitch and grew again into a great howl. As he drank in the thrilling beauty of her quivering form, Billy suddenly realised that she was in the throes of a profound orgasm.
When it was over she seemed to slump and she sat down on Arnold in a tangle of buckled limps and wild golden hair. Billy gazed at her in awe. The remainder of Arnold's cock had vanished from sight. The entire limb was now hidden deep inside her.
Arnold clasped Betsy to him, running his hands up and down her silken back, squeezing the buttery flesh of her buttocks and rubbing the small of her back in soothing sweeps. Then he took her around the waist, his fingers encircling her slender body, and lifted her up, then down, little by little, gradually higher and higher so she slid up and down his great pole. Billy watched in amazement, he had never seen anything quite so rude or so thrilling as the elastic ring of Betsy's pussy engorging and disgorging the fat girth of Arnold's giant prick.
She was moaning again but this time there were words, obscenities rung from somewhere deep inside her way beyond the artifice of professional whoredom.
'Oh stuff me, Arnold, stuff it right up me! Shove that great pole into my guts! Oh Lord, I've never been so full of cock! It's incredible! Fuck it up me! Oh, I'm going to come again! Come with me! Shoot me full of spunk! Fill my cunt with spunk, Arnold! OH! OHH! OHHH!'
And come she did, and again and then again, as Billy sat transfixed, glued to the sight of that splayed pink clam between her legs slithering up and down Arnold's mighty weapon. And Arnold fucked on like a man possessed, as if he might never fuck again, as if he were making up for ten years of abstinence - which of course he was.