BUSINESS TRIP

PART 11

Well, neither could he. What was he doing sticking his tongue up the ass of some teeny bopper he barely knew? r****g her, with his tongue. Then moving up to finish.

“Oh my God, I never knew I could come that hard. I’m never going to get Hal to do that. Wait. If you don’t mind?” She turned him away from her, kissing down the same route he had. A bit of hesitation. Then her tongue was probing into him, and he was twitching, coming again or maybe for the first time. That was how the others found them as they came up from the boulders.

* * * * *

“HI.” ANN HAD perched on a boulder and Hal had come to join her. There was enough breeze to make it feel cold as long as you were wet but that didn’t explain how much he was shivering.

“Hi.”

“You know, this wasn’t my idea.”

“Me neither.”

“I guess we’re sort of the odd men out.” Hal sat down next to her. He was still shivering.

“Guess so.”

“We really don’t need to do anything.”

“That would be fine by me.”

He just sat there for a while, staring at her body gleaming in the moonlight, in the lights of the bridge above them. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. Want to see my p***y?” She turned and spread her legs. “That better?”

“Way better.”

“You can lick it, if you like to.” She lay back on the boulder, legs still spread. He touched her very delicately with his tongue.

“You could lick a little harder. Come on, bring me off.”

He might be a kid, but he knew what he was doing, sliding his tongue down along the base of her c**t, a hand beneath it, the middle finger rubbing inside to find the little rough spot, the pinky teasing coyly as it brushed against her asshole. He knew how to keep her at a simmer, then a boil.

“You’re good. Very good. Okay, let me do the same for you.” He sat up and she gave him the full treatment, sliding her teeth down his shaft all the way to his balls.

“Wow. No one has ever done that. Can I f**k you?”

“Only my fiance can f**k my pussy.” She rolled over on her stomach.

“You’re not saying? You don’t mean?”

No answer. He was going to have to work up the nerve to do it on his own. And he did. But she stopped him. “You have to do it with your tongue first.”

“My tongue? Up your ass?” He was shivering again. A little tentative lick. A sigh. He did it. And she came again.

“Okay you can f**k me now.”

“I came already.” From her flesh in spasm around his tongue.

She propped her chin up on her hands. “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“And you’re already one and done?”

“Okay lady. You asked for it.” It wasn’t hard to get back into her, even though his erection was mostly gone. Far enough in that he could slide around, feel how hot, how tight she was. Enough to get hard again. Enough to be able to pound her. And there she was with her chin in her hands, looking bemused. Except her flesh betrayed her. She started to twitch again, and he came.

“Well, that’s more like it. I think I need to rinse off again.”

“Me too.”

* * * * *

“SO, UH, WHAT do you want to do?” Now that he was alone with Katie, Jim was completely intimidated by her. “Did anyone ever tell you that you were beautiful?”

“Lots of people. All the time.”

“Sorry. Stupid question.”

“It’s okay.” Katie gave a sigh. “I still like to hear it. Especially when everyone is treating me like shit.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

“Look, I’ve already been r***d three times today. So how about you let me drive?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, here’s the deal. You are going to lie on your back with your hands by your side. Tongue sticking out. Prick sticking up. If it isn’t I’ll do something about it. I do the moving. And you cooperate. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, now you are going to lie like that and let me do whatever I want to do with that tongue and that prick to bring myself off. If it works for you too, that’s good. If it doesn’t I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Katie began by sitting on his face, facing away from him so what he mostly could see was her asshole, leaning down to run her teeth along his prick. Then she scooted forward to stick that prick in her p***y, leaning forward with her cheeks spread so once again the puckered flesh was in full view. Tease him, tease him. Tease him about what? Why was she so determined to flash her asshole at him? To make him wonder if she was going to let him do something with it? Was she really going to go through with this? What was she thinking? The depravity of her friends must have caught up with her. It would never have occurred to her in a million years to be flashing her butt hole at a total stranger, let alone actually do something about it. But she lifted up a little, forward a little, and started to ease him into her. Into her butt. It hurt. It hadn’t hurt when Brad did it. Because Brad had loosened her up first with his tongue. Okay, try that then.

She squatted down over his face, and lowered herself toward a tongue held valiantly at the ready. A tongue that was willing to lick her there. A tongue that was not getting past the barrier. Damn. How the hell had Brad done that? Did he have a super strong tongue, along with everything else? Okay, squat down, try to s**t on his face. God, what if she really did? She’d never live it down. And that did it. The tongue was in her.

“Like that?” Not that he could answer. Maybe he couldn’t even breathe. But he was spurting. Okay, back down to his groin, and this time it worked.

“You are one f*****g crazy b***h. Ma’am.”

“Don’t you dare come yet. Not until I give you permission.” She gave him a slap on his balls, which maybe wasn’t the best idea. She needed this, she needed this. “Ah. Okay, you can come now.”

“Did already. Sorry ma’am.”

“That’s okay. God I need a swim.”

“Me too.”

They joined Ann and Hal in the river.

* * * * *

“SO, WHAT DO you feel like doing?” Harry was looking at Carla with increasing alarm. She looked even younger with her clothes off.

“Oh, maybe just around the world? Would that be okay? I like that.”

“Sure. That would be fine.” He sat back and let her start the first part of it, her head in his lap, her lips all the way down his shaft. “Just how old are you, anyway?”

She freed her mouth to ask, “Do you want this or do you want to talk?”

“Talk. For now.”

“Okay.” She sat down on his lap instead, impaling herself on his prick. “I’m seventeen.”

“Oh. And they served you?”

“Dinner?”

“Beer.”

“Iced tea. We come here for the volleyball and the sex.”

“Oh. You do this often?”

“Once a week or so. We don’t always hook up though.” She started to rock back and forth, using him as a dildo.

“You’re a sophomore? At seventeen?”

“Yep. Came into college early. Got my GED and went in at sixteen. Figured it was easier than trying to go back to high school.”

“Back from where?”

“From juvie.”

“Why were you in juvie?”

“Keep me off the streets. Ran away from home.”

“What age?”

“Thirteen. Look, how many f*****g questions are you going to ask? Yes, I worked as a hooker. Didn’t have much to learn to do it. I’ve been doing this s**t since I was nine. Now shut up and fuck.”

Which he did. It was dirty, really dirty. Shameful. Especially when she turned around to complete the tour and he was watching his prick slide into her skinny butt. “That okay?”

“Fine.”

With that she went back into the water and he followed her.

* * * * *

“WELL, THAT WAS something,” Brad said. They were back at their table with dessert and coffee.

“I never would have dreamed there was all that stuff going on by the river,” Harry added. “I’ll never think of this place the same way again.”

“Ready to go?” Brad took care of the check. They’d worry tomorrow how to split it up.

“More than ready.” The four of them were a bit unsteady walking back to their cars. Maybe from too much beer. Maybe from too much volleyball. Maybe from something else.

“So what was it like with Allie?” Ann was asking that as they drove back to the hotel. She figured she better keep Brad talking so he stayed awake. After all the volleyball. All the swimming. All the beer. All the s*x.

“It was fun. I did the boobs and butt thing with her.”

“Oh. Isn’t she a little chubby? Did that bother you?”

“I have two kids, remember.”

“What’s that got to do with it? Oh, Jane has been pregnant twice.”

“That’s the way it usually works.”

“And you kept doing it?”

“Yep. Why?”

“Nothing.” Ann paused. “What was it like?”

“It was fine. Belly gets in the way, so it was mostly from behind.”

“Anal?”

“No. Bleeding. It took a long time to convince her it was okay again. Why? You planning to get pregnant soon? Get married and have a baby?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Evan would pay more attention to me. God, why am I even talking about this? It’s such a downer. I mean, I’ve been so happy all week. Now.” She started to cry. “Is that why you had kids?”

“No. We’d been trying for a long time. Nothing doing. Must have been three or four years we were tempting fate. Then as soon as there was a house and a steady job ...”

“That’s too funny.”

“Yeah, well Jane had a lot of trouble after the first one. Pain. Depression. Then she had the second and she was okay again.”

“No more babies.”

“Nope. I only shoot blanks now.”

“Oh.” That must be why he tasted so strange. “I thought it was just because you were like, old. That you don’t come all that much.”

“Never been an issue until this week. I never even think about it.”

“Is that why your balls are so big?”

“Probably.”

“And you always want to do it?”

“Maybe.”

“Like you can never get enough?”

“It was that way before. What about you?”

“With girls. I’d get together with a couple of sisters and we’d do it all night. Never so much with Evan. I mean, if you’re staying at a bed and breakfast you don’t just go down and eat breakfast in the morning, do you?”

“Never been to one but I know what you mean.”

“He’d just get out of bed and go in the bathroom and come out and put on his clothes. It never even crossed his mind he was supposed to come back to bed. Even though I’d be lying there with my nightgown pulled up. Yes, I wear a nightgown when we do those trips. Not that we’ve done any, for a while.”

“But he wants to get married?”

“His parents want him to get married. I think they’re trying to nudge him along. I think they’re tired of taking care of him and they want me to do it instead.”

“Oh.”

“The thing is, I love him. I really do love him. I can’t just walk away from him. And what about us? You’re never going to leave Jane.”

“Might work the other way.”

“Maybe. I can’t see myself as the other woman.”

“My high school girl friend was always talking about how she wanted to be a home-wrecker. I thought she had no clue what she was saying. But then the first summer I came home and told her I had a serious girl friend she got really interested in me.”

“That’s too funny.

“Then one time I was the other man.”

“Really? Do tell.”

But they had reached the hotel.

“In the morning. On the way to work.”

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Ann said as they arrived at the doors to their rooms. “Breakfast at seven?”

“Sure.”