The Gathering 

Six - Hooking up with Rosa


'Unbelievable!' Dutch told himself, recalling that memorable night.
"Just fucking unbelievable," this he said aloud.

Of course the four had never gotten together again. Marty had been
killed in a mugging two days before Alice and Robert returned from
their honeymoon. They were all stunned by it and it was quite a while
before Dutch had joined Robert and Alice for some fairly decent
threesomes, But after getting together several times, some of the
luster had been lost, something new was needed.

The bartender approached Dutch who indicated that he wanted another
scotch. And as the bartender filled his glass, Dutch's thoughts
turned to Rosa and his brow furrowed.

'I should call her. She'll think all I wanted was a one night
stand.' He told himself.

He was quiet for a time, not thinking about anything, absentmindedly
sipping his drink. Then he found himself thinking about her again. He
realized he missed her and wanted to be with her again.

'I better call," he thought, reliving her very uninhibited
appetite. He slid off the barstool and headed for the phone, pausing to
adjust himself, for he was now sporting an erection.

 It took him several minutes to locate her number. He had to empty his
wallet of all its contents and sift through tem before finding the tiny
scrap of paper with her name and number on it.

She answered on the first ring. Five minutes later he delivered a solid
kick to the door of his Volvo that produced what Dutch considered a
handsome dent. Then he slipped behind the wheel and drove to Rosa's
place.

***

He pulled out a cigarette and moved it toward her mouth. She spread her
lips slightly to accept it and looked him in the eye as he placed it
between the chiseled rims that made him think of Sofia Loren. The way
she kept looking at him as he lit the cigarette for her made him feel
the return of a meddlesome tingle that ran between his legs through his
crotch and out the head of his dissolute dick.

Dutch found Rosa to be one of the sexiest women he'd ever
encountered.

Rosa kept looking into his face until she remembered that if she
followed the match with her eyes they would cross and she'd look like
an idiot. She broke off the look, smiled and said, "there's some
cold beer in the fridge."

He continued to look at her. "Sound's good," he murmured and got
up and went to the refrigerator. Rosa drew her legs up under her and
sat Indian-style on the bed while he opened the door and removed two
cans from the eight that huddled on the frost-caked shelf. He popped
the tab on his beer and handed her another can without opening it. She
popped the top, twisted off the ring and tossed the broken tab in the
general direction of the wastebasket in the corner. It landed on the
rug. She made no move to retrieve it, nor did he. Dutch thought it
added to the informality of her place.

He leaned his ass against the edge of the chipped dresser. "Where you
from?"

"Los Angeles."

He said nothing, but took a swallow of his beer. The silence goaded
Rosa into revealing more about herself.

 "My father was Mexican, my mother . . ."

Dutch jumped in. "I've met the lady."

"Um, yeah . . . you sure did."

"Don't be a bitch about it." He said without rancor.

"No . . . no, I'm not." She peeked at his face to see if he
believed her. His expression told her nothing.

"Anyway, he left us when I was fourteen. Mom got a job working in
this bar and made herself invaluable."

"No one's invaluable," he said and took a swig of beer. To
himself he said, 'My God this woman is gorgeous. A fantastic body and
look at her mouth . . .

"Well the owner thought she was; and when his cancer . . ." she
gulped to stifle a sob, "Sorry. He was good to me too. Anyway, when
the cancer reached a point where everyone knew he was going fast, he
drew up a will and left the bar to Mom. I was maybe twenty-four
then."

"And?"

She wondered how he knew she was holding it back. Then she blurted it
out, "I have a baby."

"I figured," he said giving her no indication on way or the other
about how he felt about such matters.

Rosa bit her lower lip and pushed on. "She's fifteen now. Goes to
high school, gets good grades too." This last carried a defiant tone.

"That's okay. A woman as good looking as you are figures to have
had a few men in her life. Getting pregnant is kind of an occupational
hazard."

"Hey! I'm not a whore!" Rosa spat out.

"Whoa! Never said you were. Didn't mean to imply it either. Sorry
if I offended you."

Rosa calmed down. "Her father was Swedish, a blond god -- like a
Viking."

"And he sailed off into the unknown?"

"No!" She stared at the ceiling and he took the opportunity to
admire the graceful line of her neck. "He was killed in a stupid
race. He thought he could drive a racecar like Ernhardt or something.
Well, he couldn't."

"I'm sorry," he said and this time she was able to read his
expression and knew he meant it.

"Oh . . . fuck!" And she started to cry.

"Drink your beer," he said. She tilted the can up and drank deeply.
Then she was coughing, from the cigarette and the beer. He waited
patiently for her to regain her composure. He got them each another
beer. This time he opened it for her.

She realized she had overreacted to his comment about her late husband
and admired the calm way he had handled her. Not raising his voice;
actually pretty much ignoring it entirely. 'I promise I won't be a
bitch tonight,' she told herself and took a drink of her beer. Rosa
felt the beer feed some of its cold energy into her skin. She also
noticed a pleasant itch in her crotch. She wondered briefly if it was
the beer. Then she smiled a bare trace of a smile, as she concluded it
wasn't the beer.

Dutch was also getting horny. Rosa quickly finished the second beer
with a deep swallow. He watched her throat muscles work as she tilted
her head back. 'So that's what she'll look like with my dick down
her throat,' he thought. She put the empty down on the floor beside
the bed and sat there looking at him.

"I may move to a nicer place next month. You know, share it with a
girlfriend," she said off-handedly.

He stared at her and she felt the tingle again. She was now positive
the beer had nothing to do with it. The tingle was getting stronger and
emanating from her loins. 'I'm prattling on about nothing,' she
thought. 'Why not get right down to it,' she told herself. Goading
herself, Rosa took a deep breath and said, "Why . . ." she stopped
and cleared her throat.

"Why don't you get rid of those pants and come over here?"

"Why?" He asked with a knowing grin.

"Why? So I can suck your cock, that's why."

Dutch blinked twice. Otherwise his expression didn't change. He
shucked his loafers and pulled off his pants and shorts in one
efficient motion. He slung them over the edge of the dresser, one pant
leg inside out.

Dutch turned and stood facing her in only his red shirt. Holding his
stiff prick up like a flagpole, except from time to time it jerked
involuntarily.

Rosa maneuvered herself to the edge of the bed and deftly fingered his
rigid shaft as his cock, with an almost studied inevitability, moved
toward those magnificent pouting lips. He wondered if they were real or
collagen treated and then decided he didn't give a shit, for she was
truly beautiful; so much better looking than any woman he'd had in
years.

Rosa casually licked the surface of her palm, coating it with her
saliva until it was soaking wet and slippery. She was wearing a silver
slip over a black bra and a black french-cut bikini that was pulled
very high so that it disappeared between her cunt lips. She had a small
wispy black bush. With every breath she took, Rosa's cleavage rose
and fell.

She was hot, very hot. Her lips were quite red. Her tongue, her hot,
pink, wet tongue, kept licking the palm of her hand. Dutch sat watching
her, waiting patiently, his cock fully engorged and hard as stone; its
purple head was throbbing in time with each heave of her chest.

Nervously, he ran his fingers through his wiry pubic hairs, cupping his
hot round balls in his fingers -- momentarily slipping the middle
finger down to his anus and rubbing slightly. He didn't want to touch
his dick, not while she was licking her hand. Finally, Rosa reached out
for his towering cock and grasped it in her saliva-drenched hand. The
dusky half-Mexican woman pumped the throbbing cock up and down, up and
down, sliding her wet hand along his pole, greasing it with her
spittle.

Her face was ecstatic.

He thought the feel of her slippery hand gripping him almost
indistinguishable from the feel of her mouth or her cunt, except that
she could grip it more tightly if she wanted to.

She gripped the top of her black brassiere with her free hand and
pealed it down freeing one luscious breast for him to suckle, the
other, meant to be freed, got caught in the material and remained
covered.

Rosa moaned. He never knew whether it was his mouth on her turgid
nipple or her longing for his glistening cock that caused it, for
opened the sensuous gateway of her soft pink wet lips and lowered her
head, enclosing his rock-hard prick between her lips.

Dutch closed his eyes and drifted off to another place as her mouth
slid down, down, down. His massive organ was actually being squeezed
tighter and tighter as it made its way down her esophagus.

But his eyes opened and widened even more when, after swallowing the
entire length of his prodigious prick, Rosa absorbed an abundant amount
of air in her nostrils, opened her jaw just a fraction wider and took
both of his testicles into her mouth as well. Her eyes were upon him,
seeking acknowledgement of her accomplishment.

"Jesus Christ!" He gasped, incredulous.

Laughing and choking, Rosa pulled her face free of Dutch's thick
appendage, and after recovering slightly, proceeded to coat both her
hands with a couple gobs of spit, gripped his cock like a baseball bat
and jerked with all her might. He began to groan.

A great white volcanic orgasm overcame him sending his sperm flying
everywhere; flooding her mouth; her nostrils; her ear; her stomach; his
stomach and the sheets. Rosa spent the next few minutes regally
spooning up his seed and slowly swallowing it as though it was the
finest caviar. When she'd finished, he noticed her nostrils flare as
if testing the air surrounding her.

"Mmmmm, you smell nice," she purred and licked her lips. "And not
only on your face, but your tummy too. Did you plan on something
happening here tonight?"

"That . . ." He began.

"Shush! You're getting hard again!" And Rosa's gifted tongue
swirled around and around his slimy knob.

'Jesus, she was good!' He thought and arched neck back and
concentrated on fighting off a fast eruption. To his chagrin, he
realized this was his second time, the longer lasting fuck, and here he
was struggling to keep from coming again.

 'If only I could stop seeing her fucking lips on me.' He thought.

Rosa, for her part, was elated with the feeling of power it gave her.
She decided to pull out all the stops; and brushing her fingers lightly
over his swollen testicles elicited a loud gasp from him.

"Ahhhhh!" He moaned as her mouth nibbled on his cockhead; and ever
so softly, those same fingers traced their way between the cheeks of
his ass. Dutch's thigh muscles bunched, and his balls ratcheted
upward in a tight, hot package against his groin. He pressed the sides
of his palms firmly against the sides of her head, trying to halt her
wet, moving lips from hastening his next ejaculation. His fingers
tangled in her black hair. He felt the dusky tan, cool turns of her
ears.

Rosa obliged him by slowing her motions, allowing him to slip from
between her lips. "Am I giving you great head or what?"

"Don't stop now baby!" He said, although wanting this to last
forever. Absentmindedly, he strummed her stiffened nipple with his
thumb. She giggled silently at her power over him and sucked him in
again. Dutch was sure he felt her lips move in a smile that dissolved
the suckling pressures along the circumference of his cock. His legs
had begun to shake.
Rosa felt him rock and tremble at the simplest movement of her mouth.
'Jesus, I just love this guy's cock' she thought. She too, wanted
it to last as long as possible, and so she eased off, gently hooking
her upper teeth on the ridge of his turgid member and paused,
permitting herself to recall the magnificent orgasm he'd given her
the night before. Then she felt him flex and came back from her
daydream to the magnificent reality of his prodigious prick lolling
around under her tongue.

"I think you'd better fuck me with that thing before I have to
swallow a load half the size of Lake Tahoe," she told him, adding a
broad smile.

She hopped off the bed and went over to the dresser and stood with her
back to him and removed her brassiere and panties in a wink, leaving
the slip on. The first thing he noticed was her ample breasts reflected
in the mirror as she straightened up naked and posed coquetteishly.

'No doubt about it, she was built.' He told himself.

Her hand went up and teased her high-standing dark nipples.

'I could hang a hat on them,' he thought, 'they're like
missiles.'

Rosa saw him looking at them in the mirror.

"Not too shabby for an old lady, eh?" She asked, hefting her right
tit up with her hand.

"You're not so old." His erection jerked toward the ceiling. Rosa
caught the movement and had to hold her self in check, she was that
close to coming.

"Thirty-eight," she said and inwardly cursed herself because her
voice had gone dry.

"I'm older than that." He replied his voice was thick and to
distract her from noticing, he deliberately made his dick dance.

"Thirty-eight's old." She said slowly walking back to him.

"Shit, you look twenty-five or twenty-six."

Rosa smiled at him. "You know how to say all the right things,
don't you?"

Dutch couldn't think of anything right to add.

With her right hand she gently pushed him back across the bed. She
straddled him with her hips at his chest level, her left hand on his
hardon behind her back.

"I want to show you something," she purred. And partly to distract
him momentarily and partly because she was a woman, Rosa deftly removed
the slip and tossed it to the floor.

 "Look here."
And she spread herself with her right hand. He looked where she wanted
him too. Protruding between her pressing fingers was the pierced, pink
shaft of a clitoris that was over an inch long. It was as hard as he
was, and he could see it pulsing along its tight underside with the
beating of her heart.

"It did this while I was sucking you. Jesus you make me sooo
fuckin' hot!"

Dutch said nothing. He just stared at her there. He had never seen
anything quite like it. Rosa felt herself growing wetter and wetter
under his gaze. With her knees on either side of his chest, she could
feel her sex lips spreading apart and lowered herself a few sultry
inches until the heat from her cunt melded with the heat from his cock.
She moved herself gently back and forth on him with a feather-soft
contact that bathed them both, where they touched, in the liquid silk
that distilled like honeydew from deep within her.

He moaned at the very softness of her surrounding him.

She placed her palms on either side of his head and slowly lowered her
face to his. His eyes closed softly, like those of a small child. She
kissed him. They floated in that tender kiss for a delicate moment.
Then she backed down, buried him within her heated folds and hammered
her hips with unshackled fury until they both erupted together. It was
unlike anything either of them had ever known before.


****

That was a week ago. A long week of fantasy-ridden frustration and now
Rosa was going crazy. He'd kissed her goodbye and left. He hadn't
called and she couldn't get him out of her mind. That smile, those
muscles, and those eyes, those deep, penetrating eyes. How people
looked at him when he came into a room.

And Mom . . . with all her whining and complaining; constantly berating
her.

"Where is he? Did you suck his cock off?" A constant irritant, but
even worse was the fact that she needed him. She needed that cock.
'Damn! Especially that cock!' she thought and then wondered what in
hell was happening to her?

She kept her hair fixed the same way it had been that night they'd
made love. She wore the same bracelets, the same earrings, the same
style clothing, but of course, not the same clothing. People at the
real estate office where she worked were looking at her. She kept
losing her calculator. She would frequently catch herself staring at
the fly area of men's pants, at the bumps behind the zippers of
coworkers and clients alike. Rosa caught herself doing it even when the
prospect's wife was standing there. One guy had even grabbed her ass,
forcing her to slap him and lose a prospective sale.

He would call, she kept telling herself; he would call. She had chewed
her nails to the nub and bitten most of the skin off her upper lip. Her
nerves were frayed, she'd snapped at her daughter Kathy that morning
then told her she was sorry but her period was making her miserable.
Kathy nodded in acceptance and left for school.

'Jesus! Why doesn't he call?' Then she cursed; realizing she'd
just burned a new blouse of Kathy's with the iron. An accident! Had
he been in an accident? Or was there another woman?' She chewed more
skin off her lip agonizing over his whereabouts. 'Why?' She asked
herself. 'Why am I going nuttso over this bastard?' And she
answered her own question. 'Because he'd brought her to a place
she'd never been before. Yeah, yeah,' she reminded herself,
'she'd floated to climax with her vibrator countless times. She had
been nibbled to ecstasy by various dates; by her husband and even the
guy with the long tongue at the other real estate agency who made her
cum four times on top of the big oak desk in his office. But never,
ever had she come from a cock-generated orgasm before. She'd felt it
coming on like a white-hot freight train. And despite all the woman's
magazines and their bleating about cocks placing third behind
electronics and tongues, his thick member had sent her further than
she'd ever gone before.'

 And she wanted to go there again and again and again.

The phone rang. She dropped the iron, just missing her toes. She forced
herself to pick it up and turn it off before answering the ringing
phone.

It was him! Rosa felt the delightful twinge of an orgasm on hearing his
voice. He wondered if she was available for a couple of drinks later
on.

At first Rosa wanted to tell him to fuck off, but didn't. She wanted
his tool pounding into her as soon as possible, and so she invited him
over, suggesting that sooner was better than later. When he said he
could be there in thirty minutes, Rosa hung up and began crying tears
of joy.

An hour later she had that cock again, right in front of her. They were
in her family room, holding one another, sunk in a sea of giant beanbag
cushions. Rosa had been to Jupiter the first time he put it to her. Now
she lay on her tummy between his legs; her head near his knees; her
left arm lounging across his thigh, her right hand trembling and trying
to encircle that remarkable cock, fingers unable to get all the way
around.

She was awed, and proud. Proud she had made it get like this again and
so soon. It certainly was an exceptional object. For the first
thirty-eight years of her life, she hadn't thought of cocks as
isolated structures. They were erotic because of the sweet intrigue
that went along with getting one into you . . . because of the romance
and worries and the tenderness . . . and the love.

Rosa felt the spilling wetness between her legs, and endured a rushing
blush of embarrassment at her lubricity. She looked down at her nipples
as they alternately brushed against the slowly churning skin of his
testicles. Her brown tips stiffened and sprouted out hard to meet the
moving, rutted skin of him that was so different there. She watched in
fascination as her probing nipple played up and over the tight, swollen
length of him. Everything was diameters and heat. A delicious kind of
electricity surged in her hips, and she felt as if the lower half of
her body had become detached from the rest of her to float on a sea of
animals snarling and growling. It seemed she had been swept away and
was looking down at the scene from afar. Her brain grew dizzy as it
boiled in the delightful lust. The rush was coming again. Not just the
thought of the rush or the imagining of the rush, but the rush of the
great climax itself. And Rosa was still to mount that hot, throbbing
chunk of him.

She drew up on her knees, straddled him; then had to go on one foot to
position the roiling center of her cunt over the pulsing, throbbing,
thick cock waiting beneath her. Her hand seemed small, timorous even
greedy as it guided him to the lush, craving softness at her center.

Pushing.
Spreading.
Pushing more.

She rose a bit, moved slightly, and pushed again, moving him toward her
eagerness. Heated waves of vertigo surged through her body. Rising
again, Rosa felt the top of his monster cock saturated with her own
sleek moisture.

'I'm so slippery . . . he's so hard!'
She thought, pushing down on him, forcing her sex to accept the girth
of his cock's huge diameter inching into her. Finally she had
stretched enough to accept him. One last rub of tissue against tissue
and all resistance yielded. The world spun for a moment, followed by
the hot delirium of being filled. Down, down she went coming again . .
. the sweetness of it all but overpowering Rosa's senses.

But she craved more and felt the firmness of his cock rasping the
deepest end of her and forced the delightful depravity even further.

"God!"

"Huh!" He grunted surging back into her.

"Oh, God!" She groaned and squeezed her left nipple.

"Ugh! Ugh!" He was pounding his meat into her; pummeling her cunt
with his savagery and she reveled in it.

"Sweet Jesus! Cuummmmmming! I'm cuummmmmming!"

She was possessed, gloriously possessed. And FULL! FULL! FULL!

She hung there lost in the sensuality, poised in the wonder at the
incredible rush overwhelming her. 'Dear God,' she prayed let it be
as good for him too.' And she put her cuntal muscles to work, closing
down on him and squeezing even as she rose and fell upon him.

She had to ask.

"Are you close?" She asked, breathing with difficulty.

"Gonna go a little farther," he croaked and her hand slipped in the
wetness on his shoulder.

"Wanna put it up my ass?" And she wondered who or what possessed
her to ask the question.

Dutch groaned and shifted slightly.

"Is that a yes?" She managed, still clinging to a magnificent
climax.

"Yeah!"

And with some feigned reluctance, Rosa moved off his extraordinary
shaft and presented her ass to him. Dutch spit on the knob of his cock
out of habit then rubbed it up and down her ass until he attained the
correct angle and eased it in. He was surprised and impressed with her
ability in accepting him. But after only three or four thrusts, she was
pleading with him to let her on top. They changed position and he lay
on his back as Rosa squeezed out a healthy dollop of lubricant into her
hand, then applied some to his cock and the rest to her ass hole.

Then she crouched over him, reached down and grabbed his cock and
lowered her ass until his cock was just touching her ass.

Dutch reached up with both hands and spread her ass cheeks as far as he
could. Rosa positioned his cockhead at her rear end and then slowly
lowered herself onto it. There was some resistance, and Rosa grimaced a
bit, then she began to relax a bit, finally the head popped into her
chute.

She stopped then, and waited a bit, then eased down onto his cock a bit
at a time, until she had the whole thing lodged in her ass. Then she
stopped moving for a little while, just sitting there with his cock in
her ass, eyes closed, squeezing and pulling on her nipples, which were
huge by now.

Maybe a minute passed, possibly two, but then Rosa moaned and started
to rock and forth on Dutch's erection, rubbing her clit against him.
Soon thereafter, she was sliding up and down his shaft, fucking herself
hard. He reached under her legs with both arms and pulled her legs
toward his shoulders. This caused Rose to lose her balance and
compelled her to lean backwards and hold herself up with her hands
behind her. Once Dutch had her like this, he sat up, then pulled his
legs under himself and kept going until he had her on her back with his
prick still lodged in her ass. Deftly, he pulled her ass into the air
and put a couple pillows under it, then went to town.

Showing great patience, Dutch kept to a slow pace, easing his huge
prick almost all the way out of her ass, then sliding it back in until
his balls were up against her ass. Rosa was humming with excitement.
Dutch was grunting from the exertion of it all and wanting to save
himself for yet another round of fucking, he reached around to her
front and located her swollen clit.

She gasped at the touch, as if jolted by an electrical shock. Dutch,
having located her clit grasped it with his first two fingertips. He
was amazed at its size and resilience.

"Ooooh!" Rosa moaned. Even before the moan had left her lips, he
was strumming her clit with both fingers and plowing his fat cock
through the full channel of her ass until it met with resistance. Rosa
rocked her hips back and slammed her ass back against him with all her
strength and his cock hit an impenetrable wall, causing her to clamp
down so hard with her ass on his cock that he couldn't come. For just
a few seconds she seemed to freeze all the muscles in her body and
vibrate against him.

Neither one was aware of the figure watching from the bedroom doorway.

"Ooooh, Jesus!" Rosa managed to gasp, for she was having trouble
catching her breath, "That's it lover! Ooooh, that's it!"

"Like my ass fucking, do you?"

"Love it! Ooooh, just . . . just hold it right there!"

He did, remaining motionless except for maintaining the continuous
friction on her clit. Suddenly a growling-like sound emanated from deep
within her throat; and the juices roiled from her cunt, over her thighs
and down into her ass. Dutch responded by pulling her almost straight
up in the air and pounding his manhood into her ass like there was no
tomorrow. Only after he had finished coming did he realize Rosa had
passed out.

Striving to catch his breath, he lay her down on her back and kissed
his way down to her smooth, partially-shaven cunt and resumed rubbing
her clit with a fingertip. Rosa began to stir, moving her hips in
rhythm to his stroking. Encouraged by her actions, he slid two fingers
into her marinated pussy and slowly finger-fucked her.

Rosa sighed from deep within and came almost instantly, squirting an
enormous amount of fluid that drenched his hand and wrist. He hesitated
for a minute, totally absorbed by this strange phenomenon. Then,
thinking she'd finished; he leaned down and started tonguing her
until she passed out again. This took some twenty minutes to achieve
and when it did his tongue ached; his face and the bed under them were
soaked with her juices; and Rosa was in another world. Nestling close
to her inert form, he placed an arm over her breasts and fell asleep,
totally content.

***

The sun was barely up when Rosa woke Dutch the next morning. She cursed
herself because he opened his eyes and caught her picking a strand of
tobacco from her lip.

"Coffee?" She said quietly.

"Umm."

His eyes opened and feasted on her as she placed the cup on the dresser
next to the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed. She was clad in a
wispy white lacy nightgown. Rosa knew it made her dusky skin look
deeply tanned and sexy.

"I thought we might want some time together before Kathy wakes," she
said, stroking his hair as he yawned and immediately apologized.

Dutch grunted, "That would be nice," and reached for the coffee.

After he had drunk half the cup, he mumbled something and Rosa had to
ask him to repeat it.

Dutch realized that his voice didn't seem to be working yet.

"How can you look so good at this time of the morning?" He said and
hoped his breath wasn't too devastating.

She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Dutch flinched a little,
knowing how bad he must taste and smell, and excused himself, patting
Rosa's shoulder on the way to the bathroom.

He found some toothpaste and made a valiant effort at cleaning his
teeth with a finger, gargled with some mouthwash for reassurance and
washed his face with cold water.

Rosa intercepted him on returning to the bedroom, and put her arms
round his waist. "Not a morning person, are you?"

"After coffee, maybe."

As she held him, life started flowing back into him, or at least, into
part of him.

"It looks to me like you're beginning to wake up," she said, looking
down.

"You have me at a disadvantage," Dutch replied, stroking her arms
through the nightgown.

"I'm sure you can find a way to solve that problem."

He slowly untied her belt; she wore nothing under the gown. He slipped
it off and ran his hands over her breasts. "God damn beautiful melons
you got there, baby." They kissed, enjoying each other's taste and
he continued to cup and squeeze her breasts.

"You know," she said tentatively, "last night . . ."

"Really special for me," he said, interrupting her.

"Yeah . . . but I gotta say it . . . last night was the best ever. I
mean it. Nothing, nothing even compares to where I went last night, I
want you to know that. And I want you to know that I'll do anything
for you, anything, just ask and I'll do it. But please don't leave
me again. I . . . I couldn't stand being without you for days on end
like that. The torment of not having you near . . . I don't know what
I'd do. Please promise me you won't just get up and leave me again,
will you?"

He gazed at her and knew she spoke from her heart. If he left her
she'd kill herself or die of heartbreak.

"I promise. I won't leave you. Now you promise that in return
you'll be good to me and never hurt me in return."

Giddy with joy, Rosa quickly swore she would do her utmost to keep him
happy and never, ever hurt him.

They crawled back under the sheets and explored each other's body. He
ran his left palm over her pussy, licked his fingers and slid them
inside. She laughed to herself thinking, 'He needn't have bothered,
she was already wet.' Yet Rosa closed her legs so as to grip his
fingers tightly, and shivered as his hands moved inside her.

Dutch was feeling adventurous and wanted to try something different, so
using two fingers of his right hand, he moved her legs apart, and felt
around for the bone running across the lower end of her abdominal
region, seeking her g-spot. He knew that the walls of the vagina are
somewhat wrinkly -- a testimony to how much the vagina can stretch. On
the forward surface there is a smoother patch in about two knuckles, of
course every woman is a little different, but it's close all the
same. He was also aware that the g-spot is buried under some layers of
tissue and so it might take some pressure to stimulate this area. It
didn't him take long to find, and he started stroking firmly. Rosa was
puzzled and a little uncomfortable, for she had this feeling she might
have to pee and she'd emptied her bladder only three or four minutes
earlier. Then as she realized what she was feeling, her face took on a
look of quiet amazement. She started moving against him, increasing the
pressure. Dutch put his mouth over her left breast and sucked the
nipple in far enough to squeeze it with his tongue. Rosa already
panting with excitement came quickly.

She pulled Dutch's face up to hers and kissed him as though she had
no control, seeking his tongue, still panting through her nose. Moments
later she pushed him away in order to free herself from their
entanglement. Then with a sharp laugh she lowered herself over his
willing cock, and after impaling herself upon him, started moving.

She was quick, demanding and hungry.

Dutch raised himself on his arms so that he was half sitting, and
suckled on her tits. When he mouthed one, she squeezed the other
herself. He found that highly erotic. Evidently Rosa did too, for she
came again, writhing and gasping. He kept sucking her breast, and she
climaxed again almost immediately.

Finding himself uncomfortable he lay flat again. Rosa continued
squirming against him until she came again, then she lay down flat on
him making certain her remained within her. Her face was moist with
sweat, and her eyes glowed. He renewed his fucking, adopting an easy,
relatively slow pace. Gauging his tempo, she began to match it and her
lovely swarthy breasts shook as they coupled. She sought his lips and
worked on devouring him, breathing furiously through her nose. Dutch
grabbed her ass and pulled her against him in time with his in strokes.
Rosa released his mouth, gasping strongly. Dutch felt his cock tensing
and squeezed her ass against him painfully hard.

"Gonna cum!" He gasped.

She was silent, but stiffened above him and came again as his molten
seed erupted within her. As they slowly returned to earth, she
whispered, "What is it that you do to me? I mean every time?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he held her hips tightly and drove his
semi-erect cock into her, forcing Rosa into one more climax, catching
Rosa by surprise. Then he slid out of her and sat up. "To answer your
question baby, I can do THAT pretty much any time I want to."

She had nothing to say in response, but a beatific smile formed on her
face as she curled up against him, holding and stroking his arm.
Interlacing her fingers with his, she murmured, "Move in with me, or
let me move in with you."

"What?"

"Move in with me," she pleaded.

"You've got a kid don't you?"

"Yes, Kathy, she's 16 going on 17."

"No, no, I didn't mean that in a negative sense," he said
realizing that his words were unkind. "I meant that, well, you want
me to move in and you've got your daughter to consider. How would she
react to my moving in here?"

"It is impulsive, I admit it," Rosa said, then smiled at him. Her head
was flat against the bed, lower than the pillow, and she had to look up
to meet his eyes. "But I have this feeling that we're right for each
other. Do you feel that way too?"

He looked at her. "I feel very strongly about you. To be honest, I
don't know if it's love, or lust, or both. What I do know is that I
like being with you. But let's be realistic, we haven't even gone
out on a date. We don't know each other, except sexually; though I
will admit that part is fantastic."

"So let's go on a goddamn date then and see if a relationship is
possible."

"All right, how does tonight sound?"

"Maybe around nine?" She asked, her heart beating furiously.

"That's fine. It won't be a late date, there is work tomorrow,
but it will be a fun date, dinner and some dancing sound alright?"

"Sounds wonderful," Rosa purred and emboldened by this pleasant
turn of events followed with, "So move in temporarily."

"Let me think on it."

"Please do that. Remember it's an open relationship. You can leave
whenever you want. I mean it. And as for Kathy . . . Kathy will love
having you around."

"What about your mother?"

"What's . . . oh? Yeah my mother, well, if you want to sleep with
her once in a while its okay with me. I'm not the overly jealous
type."

He got up from the bed and started dressing. When he finished he turned
to her as she lay obscenely supine on the wrinkled sheets, "Until
later," he said with a smile and kissed her lightly on the lips then
left.

Rosa hugged a pillow to her breasts and prayed it would all work out.