Chapter 10

Formerly 29 & 30

San Francisco Weekend

As they rode in the cab after leaving the airport, Dutch explained to Rosa who had never been to the city before, that no matter how convenient it may seem they wouldn’t even consider driving.

“It’s not that driving is difficult,” he said, “it’s just that parking is nonexistent, well not really, but its premium prices everywhere for the privilege of parking in the city.”

Rosa’s eyes widened at that, for she was accustomed to driving everywhere around the L. A. area.

“Uh uh, not here,” He said. “Here we use public transportation. It’s available to almost everywhere and I think you’ll find hopping on and off the trolleys a lot of fun. And with With its crowded streets, bustling markets, mysterious alleys, hidden temples and busy restaurants,” he paused to take a breath, and the cab driver glanced over his shoulder and smiled in deference to Dutch’s knowledge of his city.

“You know this town pretty well huh, buddy?” The Cabby said with a grin.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Dutch replied. I lived here for several years. And until very recently they were the best years of my life.”

The cabby nodded happily and swerved around a slower moving van.

For that comment, Rosa gave Dutch a big hug and laid a kiss on his cheek, leaving an imprint of her lips. She immediately began rubbing it with a tissue from her purse to remove the lipstick stain. Dutch didn’t mind at all. He was delighted to be back in a city that he truly loved.

“Los Angles is fine as far as it goes,” he said to Rosa, “but this town . . . this town has character. I mean, take Chinatown and Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. You gotta see the bridge shrouded in fog; it might be the most romantic setting in the world.”

She hugged his arm at the use of the word romantic, and promptly forgot the reason for their escape to this city, avoiding the police in their investigation of the Clarice’s murder.

Dutch continued his talking tour. “And the Japanese Tea Garden, absolutely beautiful, one of the finest in the world . . . you’d have to go to Japan to see anything better.”

“Are we going to see that today?” she asked.

“Why not?” he responded and then continued on. “First though, we’ll explore Fisherman’s Wharf and Ghirardelli Square. You can get some shopping in as we hop around town.” He smiled at her and she beamed back at him.

He picked up where he’d left off, “We’re not meeting Marilyn until tomorrow afternoon. We’ll have dinner with her someplace nice and the next afternoon we’ll fly back home.

“All this sounds great,” she said, thinking this was like a mini-honeymoon more than a brief escape from the potential notoriety of being among the last to see poor Clarice.

“And I’m saving Chinatown for tonight,” Dutch said, “Its San Francisco’s most colorful neighborhood. It’s also among the most famous, and it teems with visitors. Beyond all the tacky tourist traps, I’ll show you an authentic area well worth exploring.”

“Oh, Dutch, I love you so much,” Rosa said and they kissed and were still kissing when the cab pulled up at the Hyatt Fisherman’s Wharf, Hotel.

Rosa noted that the Powell and Mason Cable Car Line were across the street and that everyone was streaming toward what must be the wharf itself.

They registered and had their luggage brought up to their room on the 12th floor. Rosa was stunned by the view of the harbor and the spectacular waterfront in front of her.

“The view . . . it’s actually breathtaking, honey.”

“I was hoping you’d be impressed,” he said as he donned a pair of Nike sneakers. “Better put something comfortable on, we’ll be doing a lot of walking today.”

“Okay,” she said and opened her suitcase and drew out a pair of Addias walking shoes and began putting them on.

“And a sweater, I know it’s warm out right now, but the temperature changes fast and often in this town. It’s better to be prepared.” Thus warned, Rosa tied the arms of a cardigan around her slim waist and felt she was ready to take on San Francisco.

“I have to say that I’m getting hungry, could we eat first?”

“Sure, that’s what I had in mind for us anyway. How about something fishy?”

“Hey,” she smiled, “when in Rome . . .”

They lunched at Cioppino’s on the Wharf; taking a table outside and enjoying the cool breeze and the seagulls flying overhead. They both settled on the restaurant’s most famous dish and had what Dutch called, “the best damn cioppino in the city if not the world.”

As they dined, he told Rosa, “There’s no shortage of places to eat on Fisherman’s Wharf, or all around the city for that matter. I have serious doubts about getting a bad meal in San Francisco. But of course I do have my favorites. Aliotto’s is my all time favorite. They serve great seafood, have a beautiful view of the bay, and across the street is another favorite; the Boudin Bakery; which serves up steaming clam chowder in sourdough bread bowls.

But we can’t eat all day and night, we’ll explode,” he was looking at her and Rosa felt herself blush like a young girl.

“What?” She said with a shy smile.

‘You’re beautiful,” he said, “truly beautiful.”

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.”

Other diners heard the comment, and were smiling at the two of them. He stood up and holding his napkin in one hand waved the other to garner people’s attention. “I think this lovely lady is beautiful, do you folks agree?”

The surrounding patrons burst into applause. Even several passersby stopped and joined in. Rosa was mortified and delighted at the same time.

And then basking in a smile from Rosa that told everyone around them how much she loved him, he sat and they finished their meal without another word. But throughout the remainder of that meal, their eyes relayed untold pledges of love back and forth.

When they left the restaurant, he inquired if she would like to get some shopping in and like a small girl she nodded affirmatively.

“Good,” he laughed, “I never for a moment thought you’d say no. So let’s start around the corner at the College Shop.”

“Lead on, McDuff,” she said, and spun around causing her skirt to flare out and up, providing Dutch and several passersby a revealing look at her magnificent legs.

They toured the College Shop and she selected several items sporting Stanford’s logo for Kathy’ three “T” shirts, extra large, one football jersey and a matching pair of shorts. Rosa thought of Kathy’s friend Peggy and also selected a sweatshirt for her with the University of California, Berkeley on it.

They also went into the NFL Shop, also located on Pier 39 and She selected what she playfully called “his” and “hers” Oakland Raider jerseys for Alice and Robert.

A short walk found them in Ghirardelli Square, once a chocolate factory, now considered a historic landmark that is home to an exceptional collection of over 50 specialty shops, galleries and award winning restaurants and breathtaking views of the San Francisco Bay and Alcatraz. They purchased boxes of Ghirardelli Chocolate for Mom and Molly and then returned to their hotel to set the presents aside and continue with their tour of the city by the bay.

First they boarded the Blue and Gold Fleet boat and headed out to Alcatraz Island. Enroute they learned Alcatraz is perhaps the most famous former jail in the world. Its name, taken from the Spanish for ‘pelican’, has become notorious since it housed the States’ most hardened criminals, including Machine Gun Kelly, Robert ‘The Birdman’ Stroud and Al Capone, who apparently lost his mind as well as his liberty there.

The island first became a prison back in 1854, but came into its own after the 1906 earthquake, promising unrelentingly hellish and inescapable conditions. In the 1920′s and 1930′s a new wave of crime had swept across the U.S. The problem was that, no sooner did law enforcement authorities manage to incarcerate the bad guys then their buddies in crime would bust them out. With this problem in mind, the U.S. Justice Department began looking into a maximum security prison that was inaccessible and thereby inescapable. When they found Alcatraz, it was almost too good to be true.

Both Dutch and Rosa were surprised to learn about the Indian occupation of Alcatraz in 1969 — 1971 after it had closed its doors as a federal prison in 1963. And the early military fortifications represented there as well. It was the first U.S. fort on the pacific coast; and featured the West Coast’s first (and oldest operating) lighthouse. As they toured the ground they came upon several of the island’s many natural features —gardens, tide pools, bird colonies, and a view of San Francisco Bay beyond compare.

They sailed back to the mainland utterly content, returned to their hotel, showered and changed for the evening.

Dutch surprised Rosa by hiring a rickshaw at the Chinatown Gateway, a dragon-crowned portal located on the corner of Bush and Grant. He seemed to know something about this areas history and proudly related to Rosa that the street was originally known as Dupont Street; and that the road was notorious for its opium dens and gambling halls.

“Ah,” he said, “but that was yesterday. Today, Grant Avenue is still notorious, but for a different reason. Try counting the number of shops selling jade jewelry; and see how many others sell clay Buddha statues and electronics and kites.”

Rosa was dazzled by it all and felt that she had been transported into a foreign land; which in some ways she had.

They left the rickshaw after winding up back in front of the Empress of China.

“Let’s have a cocktail here, Rosa,” he said and they rode the elevator to the sixth floor and passed a few straggling tourists eating in the dining room as they headed for the glowing green cocktail lounge on the left. Rosa sighed as she sat down in a deep swivel chair and Dutch spun her around to the magnificent view of Russian Hill.

“How did you ever find this place? It’s fantastic, honey.”

“I found it in another lifetime. I spent a few years here both before and after my navy days.”

The bartender, a petite Chinese woman approached them and Dutch ordered a pair of Jade Empress’s.

“I don’t get to order my own drink?” she said, teasing him.

“Normally yeah, you would. But right now I want you to forget your troubles by drinking one of these. It’s called a Jade Empress. It’s really Midori and coconut milk, and maybe some other secret ingredient.”

With her first sip, Rosa knew he was right. They each had another before moving on to dine elsewhere in Chinatown and on returning to their room on Fisherman’s wharf made lazy, unhurried love before falling asleep, leaving their worries behind them.


The next morning they set out to explore the Golden Gate Bridge from several aspects and found it swathed in fog. Still, Rosa was up to walking across it and hour and a half later they had a sumptuous breakfast in Marrin County, followed by a guided tour of Muir’s Woods that Rosa said, “took her breath away.”

They “hitched” a ride to Sausalito with a couple on their honeymoon and bought them lunch at a small restaurant close to a bevy of houseboats and a background of San Francisco’s skyline across the bay.

Later they said goodbye to the couple and walked along the shore until they grew tired. Eventually they recrossed the bay, this time catching a ride on a motor launch and found themselves back in San Francisco only several blocks from their hotel.

They took a short nap then dressed, eager to meet Marilyn, who to Rosa was a lady of mystery. To Dutch, a woman, who until Rosa, had been the best woman he’d ever known.

Rosa was elegance itself, in a gypsy-style blouse and organza off-the-shoulder dress as they arrived at Marilyn’s brownstone. Marilyn had shooed the girls out, arranging for them to spend the night at Tucker’s. She wanted Dutch and his fiancée all to herself.

The women hit it off from the very beginning. Both were pleased that they didn’t have to fawn over one another with false sincerity. They were pleased with the genuine feelings they seemed to share, and both kept looking at Dutch like proud parents.

Marilyn made cocktails for everyone and after the initial round of toasts, Marilyn, in her straightforward manner broke the ice, if there indeed was any to break, by asking, “So Rosa, how do you find this guy in bed?”

Rosa was nonplussed at the question and, squeezing Dutch’s thigh, said, “He’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Marilyn arched an eyebrow at this and Rosa’s fingernail lightly traced the growing outline of Dutch’s rising erection.

“I won’t ask if you’ve had enough to know,” Marilyn purred, showing her fangs for the first time.

“You don’t have to,” Rosa said with a smile and rubbed his cock. “This cock is the best I’ve ever tasted, the best I’ve ever had rammed in me and that includes my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Did he get to do you in all three too?”

“Yes, he did and I have to agree with you. He is the best. Why don’t you take him out of that confining pair of pants and let him breathe a little?”

Rosa was about to do just that when Dutch decided it had gone far enough. “We have reservations, don’t we?” He asked as he placed his hand over Rosa’s stopping her from unzipping him. “Let’s go eat. If you ladies want to unveil me later, fine, but right now I’m hungry and you both know enough to feed a hungry man, right?”

Both women were mildly excited, but agreed and after finishing their drinks rose to leave for the restaurant.

Marilyn had selected the First Crush Restaurant, located on 5th Street, just north of Market. They were seated in a corner and to everyone’s surprise no one was seated near them.

They ordered appetizers first, with Rosa choosing the Crab Cake, served over sautéed leeks and dressed with a mustard cream. Marilyn opted for Baked Cambozola, which proved to be a generous portion of melted camboloza served with toast points and sprinkled with green onion garnish. Dutch had decided on an all fish evening and selected the Seared Ahi Tuna, which proved to be a fine sushi-grade tuna, pan-seared and served on a bed of fresh sautéed roma tomatoes accented with shallots, capers and a dash of garlic.

He also selected the wine, knowing both women preferred white wine, he asked the server for the Kalin Chardonnay, Sonoma Valley, 1993. It was expensive at $85.00, but he felt it was an unusual occasion and that a good wine was called for.

The appetizers proved to be veritable meals by themselves and as they ordered their Entrees each person at the table secretly wondered if they would be able to finish their meal.

Rosa ordered Lobster Tagliatelli, which turned out to be flat ribbon pasta tossed with fresh Maine lobster in a rich cream sauce with a touch of cayenne.

Marilyn deliberately selected the Horseradish Crusted Salmon Fillet that was grilled & finished with a whole grain mustard sauce, and accompanied with julienne vegetables & dill mashed potatoes.

Dutch picked the Fresh local halibut on a bed of purple potato purée with a citrus beurre-blanc sauce.

No one finished their meal. Rosa did hers justice and Dutch demolished his halibut, but left everything else virtually untouched. Marilyn picked at her meal, seemingly savoring horseradish crust more than the salmon itself.

Dutch excused himself to go to the men’s room and when Rosa stood up to go to the ladies, Marilyn declined, saying, “You don’t mind going alone, do you? I have wanted to study that picture in the corner since we sat down.”

“Oh, no, not at all, I’m a big girl,” Rosa smiled at Marilyn, “I can go by myself.”

“You are certainly a big girl,” Marilyn said looking at Rosa’s chest, as she also stood. Both women headed in opposite directions, but as Rosa entered the powder room, Marilyn feigned having dropped an earring and went back to the table and casually knelt down as if searching for it, but carefully crept under the tablecloth and waited for them to return.

Dutch left the men’s room after empting his bladder and made his way back to the table to find a smiling Rosa waiting for him. Evidently he’d been gone long enough for the waiter to bring dessert and for Marilyn to answer her own call of nature, because she was absent and his cheesecake and hers were on the table along with Rosa’s fresh strawberries and a pot of coffee and three cups.

“Is she powdering her nose?” he inquired of Rosa.

“I guess,” she responded. “I left her admiring the painting over there,” she pointed at the wall near the entry. “It looks like a valuable original. I’m not sure, but it could be a Picasso, from his blue Period and it’s very impressive.”

The waiter reappeared and poured coffees for the two of them as Dutch regarded his cheesecake with some apprehension. He picked up his fork then decided he could wait. It wouldn’t take Marilyn that long, it never had in the years they were married.

He reached for his coffee, stopped himself when he felt a hand on his thigh. Jesus Christ, she was under the table! What was she going to do down there? He asked himself. And wasn’t that a stupid question, he answered right back. His eyes darted to Rosa, who sensed something was wrong.

“What?” She asked.

Before he could reply, all doubt vanished, the hand moved to his groin, fingers worked the zipper; and in seconds he felt her breath on him, and then she had him in her mouth.

To her credit, Rosa picked up on what was happening almost as quickly as Dutch had. Arching her eyebrows, she gestured under the table and he weakly nodded. A smile curled across her mouth and she held a napkin to her mouth to contain whatever sound she thought might escape.

This was delicious, she thought, Dutch surprised by a woman, utterly delicious. And she leaned back in her chair and studied his face.

He sat there, wondering if anyone in the room other than Rosa had a clue what was going on. Someone must have seen her getting under the table. Did it really matter?

Oh, hell, he finally decided, nothing mattered but the sheer pleasure of it, for Marilyn was exceptionally good at this; and apparently in no hurry either. He looked across at Rosa who was calmly spooning strawberries into her own luscious mouth.

She saw him looking at her and stuck her strawberry-covered tongue out at him, and then cast her eyes down to her plate. Feeling a bit devilish himself, he took a bite of his cheesecake.

God, it was exquisite, Marilyn thought, this feeling of utter submission, kneeling unseen before him, his fiancé sitting across from him as she serviced him anonymously, totally in control. Rosa must know. She must have seen something in his face that gave him away. She was a woman and women looked for signs like this. But she had spoken only one word: “What?” Obviously questioning some action on his part, that meant he’d had to answer her, but he hadn’t said a word. A gesture? It must have been a gesture. Perhaps he’d used his eyes to signal her. She knew . . .

Rosa knew she was under the table and hadn’t made a fuss. Dutch really had himself a good woman there. And she would reward her too before coming up for air.’

The thought made her giddy and she held herself in check, keeping from laughing out loud by thinking about the lovely penis in her mouth. An iron rod in a velvet glove, she thought, so sweetly soft on the surface, so iron-hard within.

She cupped his balls in her hand, ringed the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger. He gasped when she tucked the tip of one finger into him, and she thrilled at that, and at the way the sphincter tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed . . .

Rosa tried to imagine what Marilyn was doing and how she was doing it only inches from her. The varied expressions on his face told her much, but she had to resist taking a peek under the table and to fight off a surprisingly strong impulse to get under there herself and wrest his precious cock away from her.

No, she told herself, we’d share him — that would be the proper thing to do. At the last, she let loose a shrill titter that she quickly covered with her napkin. Jesus, Rosa thought, now everyone will be watching, aware that something’s going on and it won’t take a genius to figure out what. It’s every man’s fantasy… well one of them’ and she giggled softly as Dutch glared at her in consternation.

Marilyn was completely in charge, letting him build to a climax, then easing off, tightening her grip on the base of his cock to choke off the orgasm before it could start. Then building again, moving toward the finish, and backing off, and resuming and… her mind wondered.

She knew there were women who refused to do this. But that in today’s climate they were fast becoming a minority group as younger women now tended to see a blowjob as an easy way to satisfy a man, not far removed from a goodnight kiss.

Dutch remained passive; almost expressionless as he looked at Rosa while inwardly squirming, trying to come, thwarted by Marilyn’s expertise at restraining his climax.

“Is she better than me?” Rosa asked after spooning the last of her desert into her mouth and daintily licking a tiny morsel from her upper lip.

Marilyn heard her and bit his cock in warning. Rosa saw him grimace and knew what had happened.

“Never mind, honey, I’m sure she’s very good at… what she does.” And smiled a Cheshire-like grin at his exasperated, almost hopeless expression.

Marilyn gave the bitten flesh a soft, gentle lick and decided it was time to let him come, after all she still had Rosa to finish off and she couldn’t stay under the table all day, could she?

This time she let his crescendo reach all the way to the coda, and his semen spurted and she drank it down, thinking that she could feel its energy radiating outward through her whole body all the way to her fingers and toes. She kept him in her mouth and sucked him, but more gently now, and felt him soften and shrink, and she sipped the last drop from him, wiped him dry with her napkin, tucked him back into his pants, and zipped him up.

Rosa heard the distinct sound the zipper made as it closed and wondered what she would say to Marilyn when she surfaced from under the table. But when Marilyn’s hand began to glide up her thigh Rosa’s startled expression told Dutch all he needed to know and he reached across the table and took Rosa’s hand in his and said, “Enjoy it, I’m sure she’s very good at this.”

I’m wearing pantyhose, Rosa told herself, how can she? And then she felt Marilyn’s breath on her crotch, and a moment later teeth were tearing at the fabric of Rosa’s pantyhose. The sexual tension in Rosa’s belly grew in leaps and bounds, but she did nothing to stop Marilyn. She didn’t know how to, nor did she want to.

“Your ex-wife seems very casual about public sex,” she said conversationally to Dutch. Suddenly her eyes went wide as Marilyn reached through the torn hose and grabbed the crotch of her thronged panties pulling them to the side then opened her mouth to its fullest and covered Rosa’s entire mound.

Dutch just grinned, took a sample of the cheesecake and followed it with some coffee. Marilyn began licking Rosa’s pussy, bringing her tongue from the rear of her slit up to the top, teasing her enflamed clitoris each time she reached it.

Rosa began to squirm up and away but Marilyn held her thigh tightly with one hand and kept her face buried in Rosa’s crotch. Marilyn continued lapping away for several minutes, each time pressing her tongue harder against Rosa’s vulva, eventually separating her labia with repetitive upstrokes, and finally forced her tongue into her pussy.

After about 5 minutes of licking like this Marilyn took the engorged clit into her mouth and rubbed it hard with her tongue. Marilyn backed off and brought her fingers into play. And when her index finger brushed the side of Rosa’s clit and caused Rosa to shudder, she called out, sotto-voice, “Tell me Rosa, how do you like to be fucked?”

“Umm,” Rosa managed as Marilyn’s finger slid past her turgid clit and the tip dipped between the swollen lips and encountered the pool of lubrication building there.

“Slowly . . . gently,” Rosa gasped softly. Dutch saw her eyes close as the sexual tension took her higher.

Two of Marilyn’s fingertips were now sliding up and down her slimy slit. Rosa thought she’d die if they weren’t inside her, churning away at her and wondered if Marilyn had the necessary angle to accomplish it.

Marilyn teased her, stoking the wet, swollen labia’s lips but didn’t go inside.

Rosa bit her lip. “Shit. Oh come on . . . please?”

Marilyn obliged and slipped the tip of her middle finger slowly into the waiting honey pot. Soon, it was in to the second knuckle and she rotated a bit and withdrew just as slowly.

And that was the start of a regular, slow, finger-fuck.

Rosa became hotter and hotter. Needing more, needing it faster. Knowing the wait would be deliciously good, but almost dying from the frustration. Marilyn slipped a second finger into Rosa’s waiting pussy and Rosa began to hump against them in a slow matching rhythm.

Rosa, bit her lip again and forced herself to keep her hands on the table. She knew it wouldn’t be long now. Marilyn lowered her mouth, pressing her tongue as far into Rosa’s cunt as she could, Rosa came hard and Marilyn wasn’t prepared for what happened as Rosa’s pent up juices spurted into her mouth. Marilyn felt them hit her tongue first and suddenly her mouth was full with this strange, hot, creamy liquid. She had no choice but to swallow, easing the flow down the back of her throat and only then did the opportunity to savor the magnificent flavor of Rosa’s feminine nectar.

Marilyn couldn’t have enjoyed Rosa’s orgasm more if it had been her own. After a long moment Marilyn called out softly, “Is anyone looking our way?”

Rosa was still in an enchanted bliss and didn’t or couldn’t respond. Dutch gave a furtive glance around, but answered, “I can’t really tell.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Marilyn murmured, and reached to remove an earring. She got out from under the table, holding up the earring in triumph, and refastened it to her ear before sitting down again.

“You amaze me,” Dutch said.

“If anyone was watching,” she said, “they saw a woman who dropped an earring and managed to find it again.”

He laughed, “Unless they’ve been glancing over here off and on for the last ten or fifteen minutes.”

“Is that how long I was down there?”

“You don’t rally care if anybody knows what just happened do you?”


“You even get a kick of the idea.”

“A little, I’m a naughty girl.”

“I’ll say you are,” Rosa chimed in, with a smile that said it had been a wonderful experience.

“Would the two of you like to go back to my place and continue our threesome?”

“Rosa?” Dutch asked.

“Well, I’m thoroughly warmed up, so why not?”


Back at the Brownstone, Rosa removed her big earrings and unhooked her necklace, then laid them on a night table. At the same time, Marilyn was slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As she carelessly flung it aside, Dutch saw that her breasts, still contained in her bra, seemed to have gotten fuller since he had last seen them.

Then Rosa emulated Marilyn’s semi-strip, gradually opening up the top part of her dress, smiling at the couple watching her.

As if to counter Rosa’s performance, Marilyn unfastened her bra, shook her shoulders and let it drift to the floor. Then she kicked her little shoes off. Rosa shed her dress and stood there letting both of them see her shredded pantyhose before pulling them inside out to get them down and off.

Dutch had his shirt off and was lowering his slacks as Marilyn removed her skirt. She wore nothing beneath it and so was the first one naked. She sat down and stuck her legs up in the air. Dutch finished next, but only because Rosa stopped to gaze upon Marilyn’s charms for a moment and then descended upon her left breast, gripping it lightly with both hands before lowering her mouth to the nipple to taste her old rival’s nectar.

Dutch followed, and Marilyn felt a vibrating current running up and down her body. Her arms came up and encircled both her nursing lovers. Then Rosa’s mouth was on Marilyn’s and two vastly experienced tongues met for the first time, and during that kiss, both learned new tricks in the art of kissing.

Dutch remained on her breast, his tongue circling her aureole, his hand snaking downward across her stomach to rest on Marilyn’s shaven mound. Then he sent a finger stealthily moving down between the lips of her labia.

Time passed, Marilyn kept her eyes closed, resisting the urge to find out who was doing what, and where. She preferred to guess. The finger turned into two, then three, and she knew it was now Rosa’s hand working its way into her, for Dutch had just begun French kissing her while roughly squeezing a breast.

“Oh, yeah! Squeeze ‘em, Dutch!” She moaned and her legs began to open, wider and wider; her hips began to churn as Rosa’s fingers found their way into what was now a fairly slippery crevice.

She opened her eyes and saw Rosa’s tits hanging over her at a weird angle as she ploughed her fingers into Marilyn’s cunt. Marilyn reached out and started playing with the pendulous breasts, eliciting a long sigh from Rosa.

“I have a little something more to do,” Dutch said, grinning then he started kissing his way down her stomach. Marilyn let go of Rosa’s breasts and closed her eyes again. She felt Rosa’s fingers leave her and groaned at the loss only to gasp when Dutch’s face pressed against her loins. Then his tongue, his wonderful tongue, was sucking on the lips of her vagina.

“Nice!” She moaned, “Oh, so very nice!”

His tongue mooshed around hunting for her clit, and found it. Marilyn gasped again.

She had one hand on his head and the other on her nipple, pulling on it. Marilyn was having trouble accepting the waves of pleasure sweeping over her, and then, suddenly, Rosa was tonguing her asshole and the intensity of her pleasure doubled. She was coming. Her hips jerked spasmodically, but Dutch managed to hold her in place and continued to ravage her with his mouth. The tongues kept going, and Marilyn kept coming. And, an eternity later the sensation of the orgasmic waves subsided and an almost fully spent Marilyn pled with the two of them to cease.

“No more . . . God, no more!”

“We just wanted to get even with you for the restaurant.” Rosa giggled and then kissed her on the lips, sucking the lower one out just a little and then letting it snap back.

“You’ve got nice tits,” Rosa added.

“Thanks, yours are great too.”

“You’ll have to try them later.”

“I will, have no fear of that.” And Marilyn sign contentedly and stretched out.

“Fuck me Dutch,” Rosa said, her throat gone dry with her need of him. “I need you inside me!”

He kissed her, his tongue flicked her teeth and he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She bit his upper lip and he moaned. She moved lower and took him in her mouth. Then she was rubbing his cock all over her face, especially her lips. Her cheeks slid over his saliva covered shaft and her eyebrows tickled his testicles as she took one and then the other into her seemingly cavernous mouth and toyed with his sacks.

From the other side of the bed, Marilyn watched with growing lust as Rosa’s nimble tongue swirled around his scrotum and then licked his ass.

“I’m gonna come soon if you don’t quit that,” he gasped, breathing heavily.

“Okay, okay,” Rosa huffed, “Put it in, go on, and put it in.”

Marilyn sprang into action, grasping his erection and directing it between Rosa’s spreading thighs. She noted the flesh of Rosa’s cunt was cherry red. As she steered his heavy prick into Rosa, Marilyn saw her labia pulled back, and glimpsed the fiery flesh inside.

‘I’m going to nibble on that in just a little while,’ she told herself as Dutch sank into Rosa’s grasping, clutching, foam-flecked sleeve.

He was fucking her spoon fashion. That is — they lay front to back, spooning as it were, and he was behind her but not on her. This enabled Dutch to hammer his prick into her, deeply and quickly, using rabbit-like strokes for as long as he could sustain them.

Dutch was startled by Rosa’s relaxed state. Usually she was somewhat tense, fighting with him for control, but at the moment she had conceded everything, letting him take the initiative, and total control. He found her so relaxed and so full of fluids it was almost troublesome in that it barely felt like a woman’s vagina he was surging into.

But Rosa’s pacific state didn’t last long. As Dutch continued to pump, the goo inside her spilled out, oozing between her legs and soaking the sheets. This improved the friction on his cock and the muscles of her cunt responded accordingly. Her face was grimaced in concentrating on the varied sensations rippling through her body. From the tips of her toes, to the tips of her nipples; vibrating through her belly and jaw.

Marilyn moved in and began kissing Rosa and this helped bring Rosa’s climax to the fore.

After what seemed an eternity Rosa’s orgasm seemed to have passed and she came back down, but her lover was still fucking her from behind, their bodies were both slick with sweat and she knew he must be tiring. Suddenly he groaned and squeezed her breasts. Rosa felt him swelling, and then there was sudden hard pressure against my pelvis, followed by a cascade of delicious warmth surging into her cunt. She pushed back against him until he finished and then collapsed on top of her.

Both women gently stroked his back, but after a moment or so, Marilyn slid down and took his shriveled prick in her mouth and cleaned him.

Dutch was breathing hard; so was Rosa. For a while they just lay there, eyes closed, until Marilyn revived them with cold drinks and loud jazz from her stereo.

Rosa and Marilyn began to talk about how it was odd that the both of them loved the Bisexual life style and discovered they both had had similar bad experiences, with their Fathers, when very young.

“Rosa said, “Oh, yeah, I’ll never forget how I cried myself to sleep the first time he took me.”

“Me too,” said Marilyn. I remember my asshole was bleeding, and I thought I was going to die.”

“Oh, honey!” Rosa said and put her arm around Marilyn to comfort her.

A tear rolled down Marilyn’s cheek. “The bastard did the same thing to both my sisters, and if he hadn’t been killed in a barroom fight I think I would have killed him myself.”

“And then,” Rosa went on, “I finally found a decent guy and he…” she stopped to compose herself. “He killed himself racing his damn car. The only thing he left me was my daughter, Kathy, who’s the apple of my eye.”

“Well,” Marilyn said, wiping another tear away, “we’ve both met this guy here,” and pointed to Dutch. “He’s a prince and not only a nice guy, but he knows how to treat a woman.”

“You’ve got that right,” Rosa said, smiling at her and then turning to smile at Dutch.

Marilyn shrugged her shoulders. “If I hadn’t been such an asshole I’d still be married to him.”

“Then I never would have met him . . . or you.” Rosa said softly.

“Yeah, it’s strange how things work out. I never thought I feel his cock in me again, but now . . .”

“I know,” Rosa said, “now you can get a little taste once in a while.”

“Thanks to your generosity,” Marilyn said and kissed her on the mouth and then lay back down.

After a short recess, Marilyn picked up where she’d left off, and hefted Dutch’s limp, but still formidable cock to her lips. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, she kept grabbing him, grabbing his thighs, pulling him towards her; grabbing the base of his prick as he pumped her mouth; rolling his balls, running her open hand with fingers spread wide up his sweaty chest.

And Rosa had settled in, worming her way between Marilyn’s legs to the “V” of her loins and went down on the woman sucking her fiancée. Marilyn pushed back against Rosa, a serpentine undulation that helped force Dutch’s prick even deeper into her mouth. Dutch found her mouth hot, slippery and smooth.

Suddenly Marilyn spat his prick out of her mouth. “Oh, man, oh, oh, oh!” But continued to pump his cock with her fist.

“Oh God, oh . . . God!” Only then did he realize that Rosa was doing a superlative job of cunnilingus on her.

Marilyn’s whole body grew flushed — turning red as a boiled lobster. Her feet pounded against the mattress, but she never relinquished her hold on his cock. In fact she was squeezing him so it had turned an angry shade of purple. This however, did not bother Dutch who was entranced at his ex-wife’s gyrations under the remarkable tonguing Rosa was applying.

Rosa’s hands had Marilyn’s ass cheeks in a death grip. Marilyn’s breath was now coming in short, ragged gasps. But she continued to stroke his thickening member with renewed vigor, goading it back to its full size, readying it for another fuck.

Through the sexual haze that had descended upon him, Dutch heard Rosa growl at Marilyn, “I’ve been wanting to do this since you first touched him in the restaurant,” and watched her squirm as Rosa’s hands found her firm mounds, squeezed them, pinched the puffy nipples.

“Oh, honey, that. . . that feels so good,” Marilyn moaned, writhing under the silken touch of Rosa’s hands on her swollen tits — now caressing them with a gentleness she’d never known. And she released her hold on Dutch’s erection.

Marilyn’s pussy was literally steaming. Rosa could feel the juices flowing out onto her leg as Marilyn humped Rosa’s firm thigh; and was soon easily sliding her wet pussy along it.

Inspired by Marilyn’s uncontrolled wantonness, Rosa licked down her squirming body, down her neck, across the upper slope of her mounds, licking back and forth between them, her tongue leaving a slick trail in its wake, but she was careful not to touch the nipples with her tongue.

Finally Rosa could resist no more — opening her mouth wide — she swooped down on Marilyn’s left breast and enveloped the jutting nipple with her warm, wet mouth.

“Oh, yes!” Marilyn gasped as she felt Rosa’s hot mouth on her tit. The sensations caused by the clever little tongue lapping at it; swirling all around it were delectable. And doubled the pleasure as Rosa shifted her attention to the other one.

Rosa laved the panting woman’s tits with her tongue, near delirious at the totally new–totally wicked!–sensation of feeling this woman’s nipples in her mouth, incredibly turned on by the little moans of encouragement that Marilyn was wordlessly uttering. Rosa was convinced that if she took a moment to slip a finger inside herself, it would melt away–her pussy was that hot!

Knowing that Marilyn probably felt the same way, Rosa decided she would wait no more and began to slither down Marilyn’s body, which was now heaving with anticipation as the raven haired Rosa slid down her body, licking her stomach, flicking at her belly button with her tongue, making a slow journey to her ultimate goal.

Dutch stroked his penis slowly as he watched Rosa busily devouring Marilyn. Rosa was on her knees with her ass toward the window so that he could see her open cunt and her breasts hanging down beneath her. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but the spasms of Marilyn’s body told him all he needed to know. If their aim was to torture him through sheer excitement, they were winning the war.

He gazed at Marilyn’s face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to capture something as she came.

“Don’t tease me, lover,” Marilyn pleaded, entwining her fingers in Rosa’s black hair. “Come on, baby, do it, do it!”

Dutch looked on with interest. The two women were getting along much better than he had imagined they might.

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