Dutch Gets Engaged
Later that same evening Dutch managed to get Rosa alone. Kathy had been pestering him to let her sit on his lap while perusing the computer and as much as he loved the idea of her ripe body astride his lap and his erection, he had more important business to conduct. And so at the risk of hurting her feelings, he ordered Kathy out of the “office” and after she had slouched on out, mouthing silent protests, he and Rosa were alone at last.
“Didn’t want her rubbing herself all over you did you?” She said, shocking him with her words.
“I can see where this is going, may I remind you she’s just turned eighteen.”
“Hey,” he said somewhat testily, I was only trying to . . .”
“Get in her pants?”
“Come on Rosa, I didn’t mean anything of the kind. I’m trying hard to bring a father image to our relationship. She’s . . .”
“A horny teenager?”
“Well, yeah, she is that, but she’s also at an age where she has to, or feels she has to test her femininity with a male. I happened to be handy.”
Rosa laughed in his face.
He could tell she was worked up about something but not what. Women, he thought, if she knew what he was about to do….
“You look like you’re a million miles away. We’re having a serious conversation, come on back.”
“I’m sorry, truly I am.”
Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her against him, kissing her mouth passionately. His hands slid down her back, and he could feel her trembling as they kissed; felt the passion building. She leaned harder against him, and he fell gently against the wall. With one arm tight around her waist, he slowly moved his other hand up her side, under her arm. She moaned and pushed forward as his thumb touched her nipple, circling it gently, causing it to grow hard. She moaned against his mouth, pressing one leg between him and lightly grinding against him. There was no way in the world that she wouldn’t be able to tell how turned on he was at that exact moment. His finger and thumb met — the tip of her nipple between them.
He broke off the kiss and immediately began to stammer. “I . . . I . . . been leery of relationships, um, I mean, prolonged relationships, ever since, um, Marilyn and I split up. I don’t need the pain or the heartache that goes with the dissolution of a relationship, you know?”
“Whatever are you . . .?”
He squeezed her nipple a little harder, and she brought her thigh up, rubbing it hard against his crotch. Her fingers clawed at the back of his head, and they renewed the kiss, their tongues reaching, stroking, as they sought more from each other. He wanted to taste her, feel her nipple in his mouth. Pulling away from her lips, he started kissing down her neck, lazily running his tongue against her sweet skin. Her hands pushed the top of his head down, coaxing him, guiding him to where she wanted his mouth. He could smell her skin and her excitement, adding to his own.
He lifted her chin with his finger, looking into her watery eyes and tried reading her thoughts. It didn’t work. He went on instinct.
“God, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life, Rosa. I want to hold you until the end of time. I want to make you happy, share your victories and your disappointments. I wish I could express to you exactly what I feel for you, but I can’t seem to find the words.”
“You’re doing pretty good so far,” she whispered. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“I love you.” The words fell from his lips easily, and cupping her face in his hands, he leaned down and kissed her softly and then pulled back, brushing the tears back from her cheeks.
“Will you marry me?”
Rosa blinked back more tears, unable to think or talk.
She had a million things to say, or thought she did, but after a pause decided on a simple, “Thank you for asking. I accept, yes, I will marry you.”
Only no words came out.
“Rosa, I said, will you marry me?”
“Marry you?” She croaked and cursed herself for her own ineptitude.
She struggled to say something, anything that wasn’t inane and blurted, “I always wanted my guy to kneel down. You know, I mean a proposal has a kind of ritualistic bearing to it, right?”
“I guess . . .”
He knelt down on one knee and looked up at her. “Rosa, will . . . will you do me the honor of accepting this proposal of marriage?”
“There’s no ring,” she said calmly, although her heart was racing faster than it ever had before.
“A ring . . . haven’t you thought this out?” And she was immediately chagrined at her lack of decency. The poor guy was asking her to marry him and she had been hoping for weeks that he would. Why in God’s name was she tormenting him now?”
“Oh shit . . . I forgot!” he said, reaching into his pocket.
In the next room, Kathy, eavesdropping as usual, lost her balance and fell on her ass, but neither Rosa nor Dutch heard a sound. Both were staring at the ring encased in the jeweler’s box after he had pried it open.
“My God!” was the extent of Rosa’s audible commentary, what she was actually thinking was indescribable.
“I know, I know, it’s not the biggest ring in the world . . .”
She found her voice at last. “It isn’t?” Her eyes were popping out of her head. Rosa had never seen anything close to this size diamond, nor had she ever heard of a stone this large other than the famous “Hope” Diamond and of course the rock Liz got from her Marc Anthony, better known as Richard Burton.
“Do you like it?”
“Like . . . it?” I absolutely adore it!” Kathy! Kathy come here, NOW!”
The door swung open and the young teen rushed in. “What? What? What?”
“Look, Look, Look!” she blurted, brandishing the ring for Kathy to see.
“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Mama, you’re engaged!”
And they hugged and danced around the room until Rosa broke away shouting, “Mom, I got to tell Mom!”
Dutch stood there dumbfounded. One minute Rosa was hedging on whether to accept his offer of marriage, the next she’d gone ballistic.
As Rosa dialed her mother, Sue, Kathy used the opportunity to give Dutch a hug of her own, followed by a French kiss. Absentmindedly, he groped her ass then realized what was happening and after just the briefest of squeezes, let his hand brush over her breast. Then he stepped away and told Kathy, “See if your Mother needs you,” and gave her a friendly swat on the behind.
Kathy skipped merrily out to find Rosa and they hugged again as Rosa was trying to describe the size of the diamond to her equally excited mother.
Maybe a minute passed before Rosa, still on the phone, called out, “Dutch!” And never took her eyes off the diamond, “Just how big is this thing?”
“Something over 3 carets,” he said, worried that it wasn’t sufficient.
“Three carets! Oh, my God!” and she was off again, half hysterical, half overjoyed.
“Well you got us such a great deal on the house . . .” He began.
Rosa seized on the ‘us’ and her heart was overcome with pure love for this man. When she hung up the phone, he took her into his arms and calmed her down, telling her she still needed to have the ring properly sized and mounted.
“It can all be done tomorrow,” he told her. You can also have it appraised at another jeweler’s and get it insured and all the other stuff that goes with it.”
“What other stuff?” She asked wondering if they would really have the ring ready tomorrow.
Kathy interrupted them, calling a quick goodbye and dashed over to Peggy’s to tell her the news.
“I don’t know, isn’t there other stuff involved?”
“Beats me,” she said staring at her diamond, still not accepting that it was hers.
“I know this will kill you,” he said, “but put the ring back into the box so we don’t lose the stone somewhere, it is loose in that setting, I couldn’t buy it and not let you see, but it’s not ready to wear just yet.”
Sighing longingly, she agreed, but only after wearing it for a few more minutes did she finally put in into the box for safekeeping.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“A little. Want to go out and grab something?”
“Yeah,” he said, “sounds good.
Rosa’s friskiness was back and she wanted to do something special for Dutch and on an impulse she asked, “Honey, do you have a favorite fantasy?”
“A fantasy? Like what?”
“Oh, like . . . having six women at a time, you know, like your own harem. Something like that.”
“I don’t know . . . I’d have to think about that. How ’bout you?”
“Me? Oh, I’d like to lie naked on a bed and have fruit and whipped cream and maybe chocolate sauce smeared all over my body and then my prince would show up and lick it all off of me.”
“Sounds like you’ve had this . . . fantasy for a while.”
“Mmmm,’ she leered at him, “maybe I have.”
“They looked at each other and the room seemed much warmer than it had been only moments before.
“Get naked,” he told her. I’ll see what I can put together. Without a word, Rosa scampered into the bedroom and began tearing off her clothes. Dutch poked his head in the doorway and said, “It’s all right to start without me. I may be a few minutes getting things together.”
Several minutes passed before he checked on Rosa. Opening the bedroom door he saw she had two fingers moving in and out of her cunt while the fingers of her other hand calmly wiggled the pink glistening folds at the top of her cleft, one in particular was flicking her clit, circling it and then flicking it, teasing it over and over again as the fingers on her other hand surged in and out, of her pussy, making wet sucking noises with each thrust.
All the while, Rosa’s breasts jiggled up and down, her nipples hard with excitement; seeming to be begging for him to touch them, or pinch them, or bite them.
He hurried over to her and set his tray of materials down on the floor beside her. On the tray were: A bowl of ice cubes, several large sized strawberries, a quart of vanilla ice cream, a plastic bottle of Hershey’s chocolate and some whipped cream.
“Don’t stop,” he said. “I’ve brought a few things to entertain us.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, quite close to coming already. He decided to let her have her orgasm and start over after she had recovered from it. Her fingers blurred and a grimace appeared on her face. One hand had gravitated to her left breast and was tweaking that nipple.
And right before his eyes she grunted and started to come. She went rigid and then slowly relaxed a beatific smile on her face.
Perhaps a minute passed. Her eyes opened and she focused on him.
“You’re late. I came without you.”
“I’m sure you’ll come again,” he grinned at her.
“I’m sure I will too. So what have you got for me?”
With that, Dutch took the chocolate syrup and poured some over the strawberries. He lifted them above her head and let some chocolate drip off and onto her face before lowering the fruit to her open, waiting mouth.
Rosa bit into the strawberry then giggled, “Hope you’re going to clean this mess up.”
“Don’t worry, everything’s going into the washer, and that includes you.”
She was laughing hard as he leaned forward and licked some chocolate sauce from her nose. They kissed, gently, and he shared some ice cream with her, placing a small spoonful on her tongue and then trying playfully to steal it from her.
Then his hand reached down and came up with an ice cube.
“What are you going to do with that?” She asked, eyes glittering with renewed desire.
He didn’t answer, but used the very tip of the ice cube to circle around her areola of her right breast while placing his mouth on the other. The distinction of hot and cold, applied at the same time sent a thunderbolt to Rosa’s cunt. Her back arched, sending her breasts up and out to meet whatever pleasurable substances he choose to apply next.
He used whipped cream and ice cream and teased her elongated tips with a half-bitten strawberry, eventually offering it to her extended tongue. Then he went to work on her breasts, licking the gooey substances from her chest.
“What, no chocolate?” She whined, pretending to be offended.
“I’ve got that covered. Thing is, where do you want me to cover you with it?”
He’d dipped his finger in the chocolate and was traced a warm brown line along her neck and shoulder.
“Jesus, that feels . . . so sexy!”
“Does it now?” He asked with a broad grin on his face.
“And nasty, too.”
“How so?” He asked circling her nipples with the dark brown syrup.
“It’s like you’re coming on me. And that’s both naughty and nasty. But it feels good, and so you want to . . .”
He had poured a good amount into the palm of his hand and was rubbing into her pussy.
Rosa’s leg’s opened of their own volition, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.
“Oh, Christ, yeah! Right there! Oh, yes!”
“Good eh?” Two chocolate coated fingers slithered into her gooey cunt and located her “G” spot.
“Shit! I’m coming again!”
“Please not while I’m having desert,” he laughed and dropped a scoop of vanilla ice cream on her slightly opened cunt as his fingers departed and his mouth descended upon her.
She would never be sure just what triggered the explosive orgasm that followed. It may have be the mere thought of what was transpiring; or the sudden chill of the ice cream on her volcano hot cunt. But in her heart Rosa was convinced that the touch of his fiery tongue as it propelled the ice cream into her was the cause of her orgasmic convulsions.
Later reminiscing over their antics, she told him that it had been incredible. The ice cream — and his tongue moving the cold mixture around inside her as his finger played with her swollen clitoris.
Added to that was the fact that he kept it up — her coming didn’t stop him. He added more ice cream to her cunt until the entire area was a mess of vanilla and chocolate smeared all over his face.
When Rosa had recovered some, she noticed the whipped cream and said “How come you didn’t use any of that on me?”
“That’s for you to use on me,” he grinned lewdly at her.
Picking up the canister she used a liberal amount to create a frothy mound over his turgid cock and balls before applying her mouth and a generous amount of suction to cleaning it off. Since he hadn’t come, she smeared a generous portion of chocolate syrup over his member and before she could get her mouth on it, he spun her body around and rammed his prick into her still food-speckled pussy. Within thirty seconds they were both coming and afterward lay exhausted on the soiled sheets.
“So, how was it? He asked.
“Better than I ever imagined it would be,” she purred contentedly as his left hand stroked her chocolate stained thigh.
“Let’s get cleaned up and grab a bite to eat,” he said.
“Not just a bite to eat, Dutch. We’ve got to celebrate . . . you know, dinner and dancing. I’ve got just the dress and you can even wear a tie, that is if you want to,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him.
Dutch couldn’t have been happier.
“Maybe we’ll walk along the beach; maybe make love again.” She smiled at him, her love evident in the sparkle in her eyes.
Several hours later and after a wholesome meal, Dutch and Rosa found a new place that featured dancing and were seated at a table close to the bar.
It was almost eleven and the trio of musician’s were belting out a pretty good version of “Fly Me to the Moon,” when Rosa saw the woman sitting down on a bar stool near them and order a drink. From the expression on her face Rosa knew she was alone.
“So, Dutch, you never told me what you fantasy was,” she said, pretending to pout.
“I told you I hadn’t really given any thought,” he smiled back and rose asking her to dance as the trio moved into the classic “Scotch and Soda.”
“Do you know this tune?” He asked as they pressed closer together.
“No, I don’t think I do. It’s rather nice, and the singer has a nice voice too.”
“It’s called Scotch and Soda, kind of a bluesy lament.”
“Mmmmm,” she sighed, content with her life for the first time in years.
“And you’ll never guess who had the hit record. Well, it wasn’t a big hit, but it was on a great album and over the years has become a kind of standard in jazz circles.”
“I haven’t the foggiest,” she said and worked her thigh between his legs, and then giggled.
“The Kingston Trio, but it was a solo and I never knew which one recorded it.”
Rosa gave him a typical female response indicating a deep interest in what he was saying, but not really caring about the music. What was really on her mind was discovering what Dutch’s fantasy was. After giving her that gorgeous ring and following through by letting her live her own fantasy — and making it better than she had ever thought it could be — she wanted only to please him as much as he had her.
And so as Dutch lost himself in the music, Rosa scanned the patrons in the mirror behind the bar. She had already studied several couples seated at nearby tables and found none interesting enough to pay further attention too. She also ignored an older man apparently waiting for someone to arrive.
However, the lone woman was still at the bar and caught her attention and this time held it. There was something about her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The woman was nursing the drink and smoking a cigarette.
Rosa found herself staring at the woman wearing a pair of skin tight jeans, cowboy boots and a sexy red top that complemented her black or at least very dark hair. An expensive leather jacket was slung over the back of her barstool completed her ensemble. Then Rosa realized the woman was crying, for she pulled a tissue from her purse and dabbed at both eyes and blew her nose before taking a long drink from her glass.
‘A woman with problems,’ Rosa thought. “Dutch,” she said softly, “Check out the cowboy boots at the bar.”
He took a long look and turned to face Rosa, “Very nice, but why are you telling me to check out the competition?”
“I don’t think I have any competition as far as you’re concerned. We got engaged this afternoon, remember?”
“Of course I do. I just meant . . .”
“Have you thought about your fantasy?”
“Umm, not too much.”
“How do two women sound?”
“Great. But you know that already, I mean after Alice and Robert and you and I partied . . . I just thought . . .”
“I mean with a complete stranger . . . like her.”
“Hell, Rosa, I don’t want to chase after anyone. I’ve got you and I’m happy.”
“So . . . how’s this sound to you. I seduce her and you watch us and join in after a while?”
“Sounds like it just became my fantasy,” he said smiling. “In the meantime, would you care to dance?”
Smiling back at him, Rosa shook her head ‘no.’ “Later,” she smiled. “Let me strike up a conversation with her first. If she’s worth pursuing you dance with her first, okay?”
“Sure,” he said and leaned back in his chair as Rosa stood up and made her way over to the woman wearing the cowboy boots. Dutch watched as all the men in the place mentally raped Rosa and the other woman as Rosa stood next to her.
Slowly, the woman realized Rosa was next to her and her eyes took her in, appraising her automatically as she had with every other woman she’d met for years.
“Can I bum a smoke from you?” Rosa asked feeling slightly embarrassed from all the male attention she was receiving.
The woman turned away from Rosa, reached for the package of Marlboro’s on the bar next to her and pushed them closer to Rosa.
“Help yourself,” she said. And when Rosa had shaken one lose from the pack, the woman held a lighter out and lit it, allowing Rosa to light up.
“Many thanks,” Rosa said, “It’s been a while. I just felt the need. My date just said something that got on my nerves and rather than start an argument with him . . . well I wanted to put some space between us and you were handy. So thanks again.”
“Don’t mention it,” the woman said with a wane smile. “No man is worth smoking over,” she said and they both thought of the double meaning behind the words and began to laugh. “Well… I guess some leave you smoking afterward, and some are just pigs.”
Rosa threw her arm around the woman, saying, “You’re funny. And to think I thought I saw you crying a minute ago.”
“I was, but you seem to have cheered me up. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Okay, my name’s Rosa, that character at the table is Dutch, my fiancée; and that’s as of today.”
“Well, congratulations, Rosa. My name is Clarice, Clarice Verblanc.”
They shook hands. “Glad to meet you Clarice.”
“Likewise, I’m sure,” Clarice responded.
“Yeah, I was tearing up a bit. I came home from work and found my husband in bed with my sister.”
“My God, that must have been some scene.”
“Not really. They don’t know I saw ‘em.” The tears began to roll down her cheeks and Rosa used her napkin to dab them away.
“Thanks,” Clarice said and sniffed. “I still can’t believe it. My sister, that fuckin’ cow . . . sorry, about the language,” she paused and stopped to light her own cigarette. “I should have guessed she’d make a move on him . . .”
“Maybe it was the other way around,” Rosa suggested.
“Does it really matter? I mean, there they were screwing each other’s brains out . . .” Clarice was crying in earnest now, “And on my goddamn bed . . .”
She sniffed again and the tears came to a halt. “Anyway I need to get away before I did something stupid.”
“Probably the best thing you could do under the circumstances,” Rosa said, commiserating with her.
Rosa crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray.
“Say, why not join us? We’d love some company and I’m sure you need some right now too.”
“Why not?” Clarice said and grabbing her purse with one hand, swung her skin tight jeans around, scooped up her leather jacket with the other and followed Rosa back to the table where Dutch was waiting.
Dutch saw to it that the drinks kept coming and eventually Clarice warmed to him as she had to Rosa. Soon it was as if they were old friends having the time of their lives. But Dutch noticed all the attention Rosa was paying to their new friend, rubbing her shoulder, touching her arm and squeezing her hand while emphasizing a point.
“Hey,” Clarice yelled, “You guys only got engaged today. You should be dancing, not bullshitting with me.” And she picked up her purse and made ready to leave.
“No!” Rosa yelled out. “Here, now you’re right we should be dancing, but I want you to dance with him first.”
“I couldn’t,” Clarice protested.
“Why not? You need to be held by a man and Dutch here is a damn good man.” She giggled, and continued, “Not to mention he’s hung like a stallion!”
“Rosa!” Dutch yelled in protest, “Don’t give away all my secrets,” he added with a faint laugh as he rose and held his hand out to Clarice, who also got up.
Dutch gave Rosa a knowing look, first making sure that Clarice couldn’t see his expression and then with his arm around her waist they headed out onto the dance floor.
It took three dances before a slow tune began and Dutch gathered Clarice in his arms in a very gentlemanly manner.
“You are a good dancer, Dutch.”
“Thank you. May I say you’re not so bad yourself.”
“Tell me, how did you come by Dutch as a nickname?”
With a straight face he replied, “It’s my real name.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh . . . I am so sorry.”
He laughed and said, “Just kidding. I got it in the Navy. My best buddy was Dutch and we were inseparable.” He frowned and continued. “There was a stupid accident and he was killed. Me too. Almost anyway. The guys gave it to me, partly because of our friendship and partly because I was with him at the time and they all wanted to remember him.”
She leaned her body into his, relaxing for the first time. “That’s so sad. I’m sorry I asked, but glad I did at the same time. Is that dumb or something?”
“No, not at all. It makes perfect sense. And his leg slipped between hers just as the music ended. When they’d made their way back to the table he ordered another round of drinks.
The band took a break.
Clarice looked at the couple next to her and smiled. Rosa placed her hand on Clarice’s.
Clarice felt the drinks working on her and as much as she was enjoying their company, decided she had better go. But go to what? She thought.
Still she felt she had to do something. “I’ve really got to go.” She announced. “You two have been just the ticket. I really needed someone to talk with . . . spend some time with, and the two of you . . .”
Her voice broke and she started to get up from the table, but her legs didn’t provide the support she required and she staggered, and would have fallen if Dutch hadn’t caught her.
“Hey, are you all right?” He asked, truly concerned.
“Do you live nearby?” Rosa inquired.
“Yeah, maybe two miles. Oh, Dutch, I’m fine. Too much to drink I guess, but I’m perfectly capable of driving . . .”
“Well we can’t let you drive. Why don’t we take you home and you can pick up the car tomorrow?”
“Oh I couldn’t impose on you guys…” Clarice protested.
Rosa noticed it was a weak protest and pushed the point. Clarice, now leaning against Dutch took a deep breath and said, “I meant to tell you….” she pointed a finger at Dutch. “You have the nicest aftershave….”
“Thank you, Rosa bought it for me. Would you like the name?”
“Yeah, I… I’ll buy some for my hus….” Reminded of why she was out drinking, Clarice burst into tears.
Rosa used the opportunity to usher her out of the lounge and toward her van, thinking they might be putting the air mattress in the back to good use tonight.
After breathing in some fresh air, Clarice lost her maudlin feelings and leaned against Dutch again. Suddenly she felt incredibly sexy and summoning up the nerve she certainly lacked while sober, said, “Is it true you’re hung like a horse?”
“Naw,” he said in reply, “But I am big. Wanna see it?”
She never would have said what she did next sober, but she did and the word was out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Sure,” she blurted, “I’m game.”
Dutch tossed Rosa the keys and opened the rear door, gave Clarice a soft pat on the ass and said, “After you and I get in we’ll have the unveiling.”
Clarice found that funny and giggled hysterically as she climbed in and sat down on the air mattress.
“All the comforts, eh?” She giggled, not because of the mattress, which was not uncommon in vans, but because she had just realized she liked the feel of his hand on her butt.
Would he really show her his cock, she wondered. She glanced around the parking lot had three cars in it and one of them was hers.
He didn’t keep her waiting, but after unbuckling his pants, he quickly lowered them and they fell around his ankles. He wore no underwear, and his erection while not complete, was formidable enough.
“Put the light on, Rosa, give her a decent look,” he said quietly and squatted in front of her.
“How are you feeling Clarice? Do they call you Clara?”
“No, Clarice. I don’t like Clara at all, it was my aunt’s name and I despised her for her meanness to my cat.”
“So how are ya feelin’?”
“A little lightheaded and strange in that I’m in here, inches away from your ….”
“Yeah… your cock.”
He reached out to her and caressed her arm. Clarice found his touch so delicate that the hairs on her arm stood up.
He remained squatting in front of her and noticed Rosa, in the front seat carefully lowering the passenger seat back to enable her both a field of vision to the goings on and easy access if she should decide to join them.
Still holding her arm, he turned her palm up and licked its center, slowly moving his tongue up the inside of her wrist.
Clarice thought this was the most romantic gesture and was suddenly consumed by a desire to taste his cock.
Rosa noted Clarice’s breathing was a just little faster and perhaps a little shallower; her face was flushed; and she was rubbing the back of her neck as if trying to make a decision.
As for Clarice herself, she felt herself growing hotter and found it difficult to breathe. She rubbed her neck, then dabbed at her flushed face while keeping her eyes riveted on the image of his cock as it dangled in front of her.
“You don’t have an erection!” She heard herself say aloud. Then bit her lip in consternation as she realized he was laughing at her comment.
“I will, be patient.”
She had a strong desire to touch it and did so, but only after glancing at Rosa who seemed to nod her assent. Clarice placed a hand under his cock and hefted it, lifting it slightly so that it was nearly poking her in the face.
“Jesus!” she murmured aloud, “it’s so thick! Does he hurt you with it Rosa?”
Rosa’s laugh was a low tinkle. “No, never! It has the most . . . exhilarating feeling. It fills me completely and I come every time he’s in me.”
With an almost hypnotic movement, Clarice guided it to her lips and drew it along her mouth, first over the upper lip and then the lower. Then she licked it and in a few short seconds Dutch’s crown was lathered with her saliva.
Both Dutch and Rosa watched with fevered anticipation as Clarice delivered the first suck to the glistening head.
“Mmmm, it tastes sweet,” she murmured, and then widened her mouth enough to accept him enough to swirl her tongue around the corona.
To herself Clarice thought, There is nothing like the sensation of having a cock swell to full hardness in one’s mouth. Closing her eyes she reveled in the different sensations as they presented themselves to her; the soft, velvety texture of his flesh; the way in which his cock actually jumped in her mouth; the pulsating warmth it produced as it continued to grow, almost too alarming proportions.
Would she choke on him? she wondered.
She pulled back her teeth, careful not to bite him and allowed him to continue expanding between her lips. A tentative suck brought a moan from him and she realized someone was squeezing her right breast − Rosa, it had to Rosa.
No matter, she told herself, it feels great and what the hell, we’re all friends here. I’m blowing her husband . . . no, her fiancée . . . he’s her fiancée, I gotta keep that straight, she told herself, feeling a little dizzy from the drinks and her euphoria.
Taking care so as not to choke on his thick length, she allowed another inch or so into her mouth and then swallowed some of the excess saliva. It’s actually amazing, she told herself, I can lick him even though it seems he’s filled my mouth completely.
Dutch, growing tired from squatting, knelt down, causing Clarice to lower her head and raise her rear-end. Dutch hesitated a moment, then began fucking her mouth with slow easy thrusts. Clarice’s eyes fluttered open and then closed as she adapted to his rhythm.
Rosa could hold back no longer, letting go of the woman’s breast she clambered into the back and knelt alongside Clarice.
As if directing a movie, she had Dutch lie on his back, and before positioning Clarice, began opening her jeans.
Realizing what she was up to; Clarice released Dutch and began assisting Rosa. Soon her jeans were open and moving down to her hips. Clarice recaptured the wandering prick, inserting back in her mouth and she resumed her blowjob.
Rosa’s hand quickly covered her panty-clad ass and slithered down her crack and over her pubis.
This startled Clarice and she jerked away. A moment later Clarice heard a car engine start and ducked her head as the car’s headlights flashed over Rosa’s van. She giggled, removed his cock from her mouth, giggled again, more clearly this time.
“I feel like a teenager,” she said tittering and then shuddered as Rosa’s finger lightly danced over her pubis, announcing to Clarice that the game was taking a decidedly different turn than she had expected.
Clarice moaned and halted her blowjob on Dutch. “Let me help you get them off, sweetie,” she said to Rosa. She was no longer giggling.
Dutch held his erection, giving slow strokes to keep it firm and ready, watching as Clarice was eased out of her boots and then her skin-tight jeans. How the fuck do they get into those things? He asked himself and then groaned with pleasure as her mouth found him once again and the incredible warmth closed in on his prick.
Clarice managed to retain his cock while shucking her jeans off her feet. Rosa was content to lower Clarice’s panties to her calves and reaching around her thighs to spread her labia with her fingers.
Clarice’s sucking increased in its intensity. She moaned loudly at the initial touch of Rosa’s mouth on her bush-covered folds.
“You should know… “Clarice said, half groaning, “I’ve never done it with a woman before.”
“Well you’ve been missing something special, baby,” Rosa said, her voice dripping with lust, and after her recent encounters with Alice and Molly, demonstrated her expertise by licking the length of Clarice’s hairy cunt.
She found Clarice’s clit peeking out at her and teased it with her tongue and then quickly returned to licking and sucking on her inner labia. For her part, Clarice was furiously sucking away on Dutch’s mammoth hardon.
Clarice had of course experience cunnilingus before. At eighteen a boyfriend had tried it out on her and she’d found it pleasant, but unfulfilling. Her husband had also gone down on her several times, with the first time being much better than the others.
But with the first touch of Rosa’s tongue upon her genitals Clarice knew this would be the best of all and partly because of that and partly because she wanted to do every nasty thing these people wanted her to get back at her miserable bastard of a husband and her slut of a sister she never protested, merely grunted her acceptance to Rosa’s assault on her pussy.
Concentrating on sucking his cock, Clarice thought about his size, automatically comparing him to her husband, who was endowed with a slim, five inch member.
Jesus, I bet I could grip him with three hands if I had them, and to prove it to herself, placed both hands around him, jerking him up and down as she energetically bobbed her head sucking him off, until… a muffled whimper tore from her filled throat.
“Oh God!” For Rosa’s tongue was worming its way down the crease between her inner and outer lips.
And with the completion of each lap, she drove her tongue into Clarice’s juicy slit.
Clarice had never had anyone do this to her before and she was both confused and elated. Am I a lesbian? she wondered; and as Rosa’s chin rubbed over her clitoris, bringing an unbelievably pleasant sensation, she no longer gave a damn one way or the other.
Through the fast enveloping fog of desire, Clarice heard a voice calling to her.
“Do you want me to stop?”
It was Rosa whispering to her. Clarice also realized that her breasts were now exposed; although her bra was still on, twisted around so that they had no choice but to spill out of their confining cups. He was tweaking her nipples and she found that even though she hated it when her husband did it, this was divinely pleasant. Each and every tweak sending a thrill right to her pelvic area.
“Should I stop?” Rosa inquired.
“No! It’s just that I . . .” Clarice stammered, feeling lightheaded from the earlier drinks and naïve at her sexual inexperience while the pleasant sensations reverberated throughout her body. She was forced to lean her hand against the door panel for support.
“I like . . . what you’re doing,” she said, and resumed sucking on the wonderful cock hovering in front of her face.
Rosa concentrated on making her feel good, sealing her lips around Clarice’s now protruding clit and gently sucking on the loose skin of the hood. Clarice gasped and began to choke. She was forced to expel his delicious member in order to regain her breath.
But Rosa continued, unrelenting in her assault on Clarice’s cunt. She literally savaged the base of her swollen clit, with continued pressure, alternating only to tease her in a different manner by rolling it under her tongue.
“I can’t . . . suck him, Rosa!” She complained, looking back at Rosa.
“Shall I stop?”
“God no! I’m gonna come any second now!”
And to demonstrate the truth of her claim, Clarice trembled once again and followed up by grinding her hips against Rosa’s questing mouth. Rosa took this as a sign to move on, but first ordered Clarice to “Keep sucking on him!”
Which she did, Dutch’s grateful groan signaled Rosa that Clarice had complied and she dipped her middle finger into Clarice’s slippery cunt to the first knuckle.
“Naugh!” Clarice moaned, not letting loose of the prick rubbing against the roof of her mouth.
Rosa rubbed the pad of her finger along the inner ridges of her fiery pussy, causing Clarice to repeat her moan. Then, changing tactics, she removed her finger, licking once to sample the inner most juices while Clarice bemoaned the loss of the finger she had grown used to.
Smiling lewdly, Rosa sent two fingers into Clarice this time. Because of the angle, she couldn’t get more than the first two knuckles into her, but the effect was tremendous. Clarice gyrated her hips and moaned softly while sucking on Dutch’s shaft.
As Rosa’s fingers plowed into Clarice’s cunt, Rosa renewed her attack on the engorged clitoris, increasing both the intensity of Clarice’s moans and groans along with her jerking and sucking on his cock. The saliva ran freely down Clarice’s chin.
In similar fashion, Rosa’s cheeks and chin were covered with Clarice’s sweet, tangy juices.
Then the orgasm struck a mighty blow, overpowering Clarice who involuntarily bucked her hips into Rosa’s face. She released Dutch from her mouth. It was the last conscious thing she would recall for a while.
Rosa didn’t let up. Her tongue swirled round and round the woman’s clit, flicking against the little pearl every few seconds, causing another tidal wave to wash over poor Clarice.
One — two — three- four seconds elapsed and then Clarice was back with a vengeance, Tearing herself away from Rosa’s loving mouth, she pushed him down so that he was flat on his back and straddled him, facing his feet and Rosa. Then reaching behind her she gripped his turgid prick and pumped him vigorously four or five times.
Rosa watched as Clarice steadied herself, leaning her free hand against the front seat, and placed the tip of his prick to the slightly opened slit of her cunt and lowered herself down on his pole.
Almost immediately Dutch began to stroke her flanks with his hands. Rosa moved in front of Clarice and caressed her right breast and suckled the left, while Clarice leaned forward using Dutch’s knees for support as she made her breasts available to Rosa’s hungry mouth and tongue.
Clarice’s eyes had a wild, foreign glaze to them. Although in the darkened car no one could see well enough to discern it. She rose up several inches, then sank back down and savored the feel of his penetrating cock as it caressed the walls of her cunt. She quickly discovered that from this position she could readily direct his cock anywhere she wanted it to go. A brief smile flickered across her face and her hand reached out to cup Rosa’s head and draw it tighter to her yearning tit.
Then as she rose up he followed, driving his thick prick further along her cuntal channels as she sank back down upon him.
Clarice shouted out as the sensations from his deeper penetration brought her to another, much more forceful orgasm.
So this is what they mean when they say well fucked, she thought through a sexual haze, then shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath. Dutch raised his hands to her hips and clenched his buttocks, Clarice cried out softly as his swollen cock briefly rubbed against her “G” Spot.