Debutante (13 page)

Richard almost ran to the bathroom, his confined erection pointing the way.

Luke held on to the knot in his towel and went to where Gloria sat. Holding it did him no good. She grabbed the towel and whipped it away. To Luke's shame, he didn't have an erection, just a semi-stiff dangler.

‘I … I …' he began.

‘You're shy,' Gloria said. ‘Don't worry. Gloria knows how to bring shy boys out of their shells.' She leaned forwards, cupped his balls in her palm, and breathed on the dome of his cock. ‘Come on out to play with Gloria,' she told it.

Either the warmth of her breath or the proximity of his cock to her mouth had the desired effect. The top of her head was blocking his view, but he felt the swelling and stiffening and lifting and then the gentle contact as hard and glossy dome met soft and yielding lips.

‘That's a miracle I never tire of watching,' Gloria said. ‘From soft and limp to hard and straight, it's like some kind of magic.' She looked up at him. ‘Thank you for sharing it with me, Luke.'

‘You're welcome.' It was ridiculous, but somehow Luke felt touched by her words. There had been times, looking at Emily's body, when he'd felt an overwhelming tenderness for it that was even stronger than his lust. Gloria's words seemed to be trying to convey the same sort of emotion. He wanted to respond but, silly as it might be, he was too choked up to trust himself to speak.

Then Gloria kissed his cock and all emotions but lust vanished. The muscles in his bottom tensed. She pulled back. ‘Let's not rush, shall we?'

‘Lots of time,' he croaked.

She pulled him down beside her and tugged at the back of his neck, drawing his lips to hers. Her tongue seemed to be memorising every contour of his mouth.

He was being kissed by a woman in her forties, a mature, very experienced woman. Every kiss he'd ever experienced before, with Emily or any other girl, had been with him in the alpha role. Even as he'd enjoyed the act of kissing, he'd always held the thought that his kisses would get the girl hot enough for him to be allowed to fondle her breasts and that, in turn, would excite her so that she'd part her thighs, and so on. These kisses were nothing like that. There was a tacit agreement between Gloria and him that he'd be free to do pretty much anything he liked with her. For once, he wasn't cast in the role of seducer. That was a liberating but peculiar feeling. And he wasn't in control of the kisses. She was. Gloria had taken over his alpha position. That took the pressure off but also diminished his male power.

Odd! Luke shrugged, mentally. He wasn't going to screw her, but one way or another he was sure he was going to get off with her. That's what really counted.
Stop thinking and start fondling, moron …

He cupped one cool trembling breast and brushed the ball of his thumb across its tip. Gloria gave a gratifying little quiver. Caress and reaction. Luke considered it the most satisfying form of communication that humans can share.

She whispered into his ear, ‘Harder, please, Luke. I like it to hurt just a little, if you don't mind.'

He pinched.

Gloria said, ‘Thank you. That's nice.'

She leaned over his naked chest and nibbled at his nipple. For Luke, that wasn't an erogenous zone but he appreciated the attention nonetheless. Her palm lifted his balls. That was more like it. A pointed nail scratched just beneath his scrotum.

She was going to take him into her mouth. He was sure she was. He'd wait, though. He wouldn't ask and he wouldn't push down on the back of her head, not even very gently. Let her take her time, no matter how excruciating the anticipation was.

She asked, although it wasn't a question, ‘You want me to suck your dick, don't you.'

Luke managed to grunt.

‘You have to ask.'

Bitch!
‘Yes, I'd like you to.'

‘I will, but me first, OK?'

Luke slid off the couch to squat on the floor. His hands eased Gloria's knees apart.

‘The bedroom would be more comfortable,' she said.

‘OK.' He stood up,
very
aware that his cock was wagging a foot before her face. It most likely looked funny from her point of view but he was still proud of it.

‘Aren't you a handsome fellow,' Gloria told his cock.

As she stood, she wrapped a fist around his shaft. Luke was led to the bedroom like that.

‘How about Richard?' he asked.

‘He'll find us,' she assured him.

Her peignoir slid to the floor with a slithering sound that he found incredibly erotic. She rubbed her thighs together; her stockings rasped. That was even sexier. That was the difference with older women, he guessed. Emily would never think to deliberately create those sorts of sounds. A pang of guilt clenched his belly. It was bad enough he was having sex with another woman. Disloyal thoughts just made it worse.

Gloria threw herself backwards onto a king-sized bed. She landed with her knees far apart and dangling over the edge. Her long fingers pulled the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the succulent wet flesh between them.

‘A pink orchid,' Luke said. It was a compliment he'd used before but she didn't know that.

‘More of a ripe and luscious fruit,' she corrected him. ‘You should try it.'

Luke took the hint. He dropped to his knees and brought his face close to the glistening wetness of her core. ‘Ahh!' He sucked aromatic air through his open mouth with exaggerated relish. Some girls can be nervous about odour. It's a good idea to reassure them. It helps them relax.

Yeah, like Gloria needed sexual reassurance! She'd likely been licked by a hundred older, more experienced men. They were his competition.

Her clit was much bigger than Em's. Was it because she was older? Did clits continue to grow as … No! That was ridiculous. Cocks didn't, after all.

Gloria said, ‘Thanks for the appreciation, or is it contemplation, but how about some tongue action, Luke?'

There was no putting it off. Luke surrendered to his own eagerness and buried his face into the soft, convoluted pinkness. His tongue stretched down to tickle her perineum for a few strokes before moving up to flick the edge of the little cup that was formed by the joining of her pussy's lips. It was very wet. He couldn't help but think, Her ‘cup runneth over', but at least he had the sense not to say it out loud.

Gloria's body shifted, but not impatiently. She moaned softly and pushed herself up at him. Good. Luke twisted and turned his tongue, exploring inside her, left and right. The intricacy of women, inside, was totally awesome. When he fucked, he sometimes liked to imagine that the size of his cock smoothed all those folds out until the woman was smooth in there, though he knew that wasn't possible. Or was it?

Gloria gasped, ‘My clit? Please?'

Now
that
is music to a man's ears. Taking advantage of the size of her clit, Luke gripped it between his lips. He nodded, shook his head and rotated it.

He was rewarded with an, ‘Uh, uh, uh,' and the straining of her thighs further apart.

Luke worked a hand up between them so that he could get two fingers inside her, behind her pubic bone, to rotate on her G-spot. With her clit held firmly in his lips, he set the tip of his tongue to work on its tiny arrowhead.

Gloria said, ‘There you are, Richard. What took you so long?'

Luke licked and fingered harder.

Richard said, ‘I wanted to be clean for you everywhere, Gloria, so I was very thorough.'

In a conversational voice, despite what Luke was doing to her, Gloria said, ‘Bring that lovely dick up where I can reach it, Richard. Or should I say, Dick, bring that Richard up here?'

She still had enough self-control to make bad jokes? Fucking Brits!
He redoubled his efforts, eyes closed so he could concentrate, not because he wanted to avoid the sight of Gloria's lips wrapped around Richard's cock.

She made slurping sounds, though, and Richard started to grunt. Closing his eyes didn't stop Luke from imagining.

But Gloria was making little humping motions at his face, fucking his mouth with her clit. He sucked, hard. Maybe he could suck an orgasm right out of her.

She didn't squirt, which he'd thought she might, for some reason. Even so, one second her pussy was just very wet, the next it was
saturated.
Woman-juice dripped down his chin.

Mission accomplished!

Her gentle hands moved his head to one side. ‘That was lovely, Luke. Your girlfriends must be very happy. I can't remember ever being eaten with such skill.'

Luke's face warmed at the praise. Hopefully he wasn't blushing.

Gloria cupped her mound with both hands. ‘Don't worry, boys. I can come over and over, given the right lovers, and that's what I've got right now. Richard, would you mind if I fucked you? I need the exercise and fucking a boy is a far better way to work out than walking on a treadmill, don't you think?'

Richard scrambled across the bed to throw himself down beside Gloria and in much the same position. Luke backed away before standing. Gloria sat up, rolled over and threw a thigh over Richard. Her hand steered his shaft as she lowered herself. She didn't pause as he entered her. She had to be very slippery inside, thanks to Luke's superior oral skills.

Her hips rotated. ‘Luke, you know what I like when I fuck?'

‘No, Gloria, what do you like when you fuck?' Luke could be just as cool as she could.

‘A nice big dick in my mouth. I see that you have one. Would you oblige?'

Would he? With him standing up, his cock was higher than her head. If he knelt, it'd be too low. Squatting a bit wasn't the most comfortable position, but once he did, and her lips parted for him, and the head of his cock was inside her mouth, resting on her tongue, being sucked gently and rhythmically, Luke knew that he could hold that position for an hour, or more.

The English girl worked her hips and her mouth. Luke rested a hand on top of her head but, as his lust grew, he made a fist in her hair. His other hand stroked her face. Sometimes, his fingertips could feel his cock through her cheek. She did things with her tongue that swiftly brought him to a point that …

And then she paused. Luke resisted the urge to simply fuck her face. If she wanted to drag it out, he could live with it. This was the only time he wished he followed sports more closely. He needed baseball statistics or something similar to keep him from exploding. Emily.
What would Em do if she walked in right now?
That did the trick. He actually felt himself soften for a moment, before Gloria brought him back to full stiffness.

She released his cock.
Fuck!
He should have come while he had the chance. Now what?

She said, ‘There's a vacancy at the rear, Luke, if you'd like to fill it.'

‘I can come more than once, too,' he said.

‘Boys,' she said. ‘Such a treat, really.' Gloria wrapped her lips around his dome again and rapidly whirled her tongue around it. She sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, still circling it with her tongue and began to nod, as if giving him permission to come.

That did it. With a grunt, Luke emptied his load in three hard, fast spurts. He fell back on the bed, sliding free of her mouth. ‘Wow,' he said, panting, ‘you are one talented cocksucker, lady.'

She licked her glistening lips. ‘My back passage, please.'

It took him a moment to figure that out. Right. She wanted him to fuck her bum.

Richard, humping up as Gloria rode him hard, said, ‘President's rules, remember, Luke.'

So that's why he'd been so specific about only vaginal sex counting as cheating. Richard had been thinking way further ahead than he had.
Fucking smartass.

Luke got off the bed and dawdled his way around it, thinking furiously.

Gloria said, ‘There's lubricant in the top drawer of the nightstand, Luke.'

He opened it. The plastic bottle, when full, must have held about a pint. It was three-quarters empty. That told a story, didn't it?

Beside the lube lay a vibrator. It was thicker and longer that his cock, with a bulbous head and a transparent body that was filled with multi-coloured beads. The vibrations it gave out had to be quite complex.

Gloria wanted to be, what did the English call it? Buggered. Fine. Luke lubed the vibrator lavishly. Gloria still gyrated on Richard's cock. Richard was pounding upwards ferociously. Luke put a palm on Gloria's lower back, to still her for a second, then applied the vibrator to her tiny pursed hole. He pushed, not hard, but inexorably. A thumb turned the gadget on. It came alive in his hand, and Gloria's bum.

Gloria squealed.

Richard let loose a torrent of, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck …'

Of course. Richard would be getting the full benefit of the vibrations through the thin membrane that separated her back entrance from her front. Luke envied him that extreme pleasure, but not enough to overcome his reluctance to cheat on Emily.

Within seconds, both Richard and Gloria climaxed, noisily. Gloria dismounted. ‘Drinkies, anyone?'

Both men nodded. Gloria got up and stroked Luke's cheek. ‘President's rules?' she purred.

‘What?'

‘Clinton, wasn't it? We do
get American news on the other side of the pond, Luke, especially when it's juicy.'

‘I just don't get it,' said Emily.

Gary and Kara had arrived and Jillian had single-handedly put together a celebratory meal of spaghetti with meatballs, Caesar salad and garlic bread. It wasn't fancy but it wasn't take-out, either, and the Movie Mob had enthusiastically tucked right in. Red wine had been consumed and, though the dishwasher was now humming quietly in the corner, the wine glasses remained full.

After a four-day drive, even the closest of lovers needed a break from each other. Gary, Tony and Paul were in the rec room, playing pool, while the girls, Kara, Jillian, Emily and Marion, lingered at the dining-room table.