The Gathering


Chapter 33

8/14/99 - Molly Meets the Rourk's

Molly was nervously biting her fingernails when Dutch pulled up in his
dented Volvo. She slipped into the passenger seat and looked straight
ahead, not saying a word, not reproaching him for being twenty minutes
late.

He noticed this and decided he'd better apologize.

"Hey, Molly, I'm sorry about being so late. It's not like me.
I'm usually early, but I got tied up in a rather unusual
situation."

She glanced over at him and pulled the hem of her flowery dress down
below her knees.

"I can't go into all the details . . . confidentiality, you know,
but I now have a date with another woman on a weekly basis."

"Is . . ." Molly spoke for the first time, "is Rosa aware of this
unusual situation?"

"No, not yet, but I'll tell her first chance I get."

She gave him a reproachful look.

"I'm serious," he said, putting the Volvo into gear and pulling
away from the parking space. "I've already called her, but she's
out with a client. Hey, that's why I'm here instead of Rosa."

He wondered why he was feeling guilty when the Van Sciver thing had
just happened. It wasn't as if he'd been spying on them. The
thought crossed his mind that he had indeed been spying on them. He had
opened the locked door hadn't he?

He cleared his throat and asked Molly if she had any preference in
stores for their shopping spree.

"No, Rosa told me she knew just the place to go. Didn't she tell
you?"

"Yeah, but I . . . I've never been into any of them. I was just
thinking that you might have a favorite."

"The Rourk's are your friends, you should know what's expected,
not me."

It was the first time Molly had ever stood up for herself, if that was
what she was doing. It had been a very mild rebuke and could easily
mean that she was totally reliant on Dutch and Rosa to guide her
through the evening. He thought nothing of it.

"I think you'll enjoy the Rourk's," he said.

"Molly turned to face him, saying, "You and Rosa have been intimate
with them haven't you?"

"Um, yes, sure, I thought you knew that."

"No one told me anything. I've drawn my own conclusions. Her hand
moved and rested lightly on his knee. "Don't get me wrong. I love
the both of you. I'll do anything you want me to do."

"Hey, now," he said trying to reassure her, "We're not getting
you involved in any white slavery or anything like that."

She laughed and he felt good hearing the light tinkle in her voice.
"I know." She squeezed his knee, "actually I'm looking forward
to it. I've never been with a black man before."

"How about a black woman?" Dutch asked.

"You know Rosa is the only woman I've ever made love to."

He reached the intersection of Wilshire and Cienega and was surprised
to find a parking space waiting for them. They got out and he was
pleased to notice several men glancing at Molly as she lithely stepped
out of the car.

They went into a dress shop first. Dutch had his orders from Rosa as to
what kind of dresses to select. Molly just went with the flow.

"That's a great dress," he said, pointing to one in the window. "That
would look terrific on you."

"Want me to try it on?" Molly asked.

He nodded and she took the dress into the dressing room. When she came
out he saw the bra straps.
"Molly," he said evenly, "take off the bra and let's see what it
looks like then."

When she came out, he noted how prominent her magnificent breasts were,
as they strained against the fabric of the dress. Her nipples poked at
the bodice, compelling anyone in her vicinity to stare at her
magnificent chest.

She turned to Dutch, seeking his opinion.

His voice caught in his throat. "M . . . Molly, you are absolutely
radiant." He finally stuttered.

"I can't believe the transformation. It's not the dress; it's
you in the dress.

She stood in front of the three mirrors, her face glowing like a
prospective bride, and stuck several poses before looking over her
shoulder at him. "It's funny, Dutch, you know I don't think I'd feel
comfortable wearing this."

He beckoned to the saleswoman, hovering nearby. "We'll take this
one."

"Yes sir," the woman said, "will that be cash or charge?"

"It will be charge, but we're not finished. Molly would you mind
trying a couple of these on?"

"Oh, sure," she said and with a wide smile began pondering her next
selection.

"And Molly?"

"Yes?"

"When you go in the dressing room, lose the panties."

"You think?"

He smiled at her. "I think. You won't need them, not with these
outfits."

The saleswoman, about fifty, coughed politely next to him, letting him
know others were within earshot.

He nodded at her as Molly, shaking her ass provocatively, took another
dress into the dressing room.

She sauntered out, now obviously having experienced a dramatic mood
swing, providing Dutch with a steamy smile as she twirled around
causing the skimpy dress to flare up enough to provide Dutch and the
saleswoman a brief glimpse of her shaven pussy.

"My goodness," gulped the saleswoman who thought she had seen
everything by this time.

"What is it?" Dutch asked her.

"Nothing sir," she said, averting her eyes, "Nothing at all."

As if reading her mind, he said, "Figured you'd seen it all
'eh?"

"Something like that, yes sir.' And she wiped her brow with a
tissue she had tucked in her waistband.

"This is a special girl, you know? I want her to look sensational
tonight, sensational, understand?"

"I understand, and may I say with what you've selected thus far she
will be, believe me."

"Good, then why not help her accessorize? I'm lost in that
department."

When they left the store an hour later, they carried four stylish bags
containing the two dresses two pair of high heels, and assorted
jewelry, bracelets, necklaces, and decorative rings. Without question,
Molly would never have chosen them had she been left to her own
devices. But she was thrilled beyond words at the attention she was
receiving and appeared to be a new person. Her depressed attitude had
vanished. He couldn't wait to tell Rosa; then he laughed out loud. He
wouldn't have to tell her a word, one look and she'd know.

Next, he squired her to the hairdresser Rosa had told him about. They
were on time and Molly sat down with all the demeanor of a queen; and
was treated accordingly by the very attentive staff.

Two hours later, Molly was transformed. Not that she hadn't been a
looker to begin with, but her bad marriage had caused her to forget how
good she could look if she set her mind to it.

After all the fussing over her, Molly felt like royalty and glancing at
the slight bulge in Dutch's slacks grew wanton and her desire for sex
there and then almost overpowered her.

"You and Rosa . . . you're taking me to meet these people . . . .
I'm going to fuck them tonight, right?"

"That's right. That is, unless you don't want too."
"Oh, I've never been hornier, Dutch." She said and reached for
his appendage.

"Give it ten more minutes, baby," he said, his voice low and
gravelly, oozing with testosterone.

"No way I can wait that long," she hissed in his ear, her tongue
laving his lobe.

"Then start without me. Someone's gotta drive this fuckin' heap
to Rosa's."

Without another word Molly removed her slacks and to his surprise,
revealed a pair of black net stockings held up by a lacy black garter
belt.

Dutch looked on through narrowly-slitted eyes at the thin thong
apparatus that held the garter belt in place and groaned, almost losing
control of the car as Molly began to rub her swollen labia slowly and
gently. In less than a minute, she had parted the thick, fleshy folds
and run her finger in the slit between. She began to quiver, her
nipples erected, her voice lost in little mewing whimpers.

"Mmmm . . ."

Dutch hurriedly found a place to park, not caring about passersby, only
that he had to do something or go crazy with desire. It wasn't long
before Molly went over, plunging into a delightful orgasm. Her lips
opened and closed as her sphincter spasmed under the tutelage of her
determined fingers.
"Was it good?" He croaked.
"Ummm, very nice, "she panted. "But I still want you in me."
His hands flew to his fly and almost damaged his prick in his haste to
get it out into the air. She reached between them, grabbed his swollen
cock and pulled it to her flared opening. She didn't wait for him to
plunge in. She thrust up, engulfing and capturing his cock in her wet,
hungry pussy. The instant that his glans passed her lips and plopped
inside she came again.

Dutch croaked once more, "Oh baby," he managed to get out,"I love
to watch you as you fuck me. I can't wait to see Robert's black
prick spearing you." Then he realized that he may have crossed a line
with her and the initial stage of a great panic swept over him.
But then, she started moving again, more intensely than before,
slamming her pelvis into him and after capturing her breath managed to
pant into his ear, "I love fucking you . . .I love that hard cock of
yours . . . I love Rosa's tongue licking me and I'm sure I'll
love your friends black cock and her black tongue too."

The immense relief that rushed through his system also brought him to
the cusp of his own orgasm. "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to come!"
"No, no!" she cried. "Not yet!" And she stopped thrusting at him.
But it was too late. She felt his cock swell to unimaginable
proportions and then spew his semen along the walls of her vagina until
they coated her cervix. That sensation brought on Molly's final
climax and she collapsed against him. In the afterglow of lovemaking,
with her head nestled on his shoulder, Dutch tenderly asked her if she
wanted to go through with the evening as planned.
"We can call it off anytime you know," he told her as his hand
absentmindedly caressed her cheek.
"A girl doesn't get this kind of opportunity very often, Dutch,
baby. I want to do it. It should be a fun evening, one that I'll
never forget. I need a memory like that. And, by the way, I'll never
forget this afternoon either."
They kissed and he fixed himself, tucking his shriveled penis back into
his pants as Molly tugged her slacks back up and gave him a huge smile.
"Let's go," she said, "we can't keep our friends waiting.
***
When they arrived at Rosa's Rosa was waiting with a big smile.
"How'd it go, Molly?"
"I feel like a movie star. The clothes are so glamorous, and look at
my hair, it's never had a sheen like this and the styling . . . I
never, ever thought . . ."
"You look good enough to eat and if we have time I will," Rosa said
gleefully.
Molly laughed and through her arms around Rosa. "I should. After the
shampoo, color and set, a manicure, a pedicure and, would you believe I
had my legs waxed?"
"You've never had that done before?" Rosa asked.
"Never! I couldn't afford it first off and second I had no reason,
that . . ."
"Forget him," Dutch said, "He's history."
"He's right honey," Rosa chimed in, "I have a present for you.
I'm so sorry I wasn't able to take you around myself, but I hope
this makes up for it."
Molly accepted the small package, saying, "You shouldn't have,"
but obviously delighted to receive it and Dutch and Rosa watched as
Molly eagerly tore it open.
"You know," she said babbling over with excitement, "I meant to
tell you, Dutch here was such a doll, escorting me everywhere and they
treated me like a queen . . . I just can't thank the two of you
enough, and  . .." she finished opening the package and discovered a
small bottle of French perfume, one that she had seen advertised and
had desired for the longest time.
"Oh, this is . . ." she began to cry.
"Hey, hey," Rosa said, "don't ruin that makeup."
"Oh, oh . . . you two are the dearest . . ." And she dissolved in
tears while hugging first Rosa and then Dutch.
Later on, in the bathtub, Molly completed her final grooming. She
shaved the sparse, brown pubic hair on her vaginal lips and shaped the
tuft above her cleft into a perfectly symmetrical, small triangle,
similar to that of Rosa's. Then after a glass of wine, they all
dressed and headed to the Rourk's.
Dinner went well. Molly's entrance was a sensation, with both Robert
and Alice 'oooing and ahhing' over her dress, good looks and
demeanor. But Molly was puzzled when Robert excused himself to 'make
a few calls' but when another glass of wine magically appeared, Molly
put his leaving out of her mind, preferring to envision her hostess,
Alice, in the nude kneeling between Rosa's legs while she got behind
the lightly skinned black woman and prepared to taste her, front and
back.
She was rudely shaken from her day dream by her sexual victim herself,
when Alice inquired if she would be kind enough to move from the table
to an armchair in the next room.
Placing her half-filled glass on the dining room table, she rose and
felt her legs wobble unsteadily for the first few steps before she
regained her stability and made her way to the chair without further
incident.
"I have a few questions to ask of you, Molly." Alice said with a
smile.
"Sure, fire away," Molly replied.
"As I'm sure Rosa has told you, I'm a lawyer and in that capacity
I need to probe your reasons for coming here this evening."
"I don't think I . . ."
"It's simple, really," Alice went on as if Molly hadn't opened
her mouth. "We're fairly high in LA's society, Robbie being a
surgeon and me having . . . well, our reputations to protect."
"I have a good reputation myself," Molly said, surprising everyone.
Alice couldn't help but laugh. Molly was right. They had brought her
here, she didn't ask to come.
"You are so correct," Alice said with a smile. "So let me ask a
few pertinent questions of you. I'll cut to the chase, as it were."
"Fine," Molly responded as she clasped her hands on her knees.
"What's your favorite position?

Molly glanced at Rosa and Dutch before responding, and then said,
"Well, I like every position. When I'm lying on my back and he's . . .
you know when he's between my legs . . . I like that."

Alice smiled. "Oh yes, that would be the missionary position. Do you
put your legs over his shoulders? Do you clasp your legs around him and
lock your ankles? Or, do you put your feet flat on the bed so you can
push up against him?" Alice asked, and felt herself growing wet.

Molly was squirming in the chair, trying to get comfortable before
answering. She crossed her legs and tantalized everyone in the room as
the final inches of her black netted stockings and two inches of tanned
thigh were exposed.

She looked directly at Alice and said, "I like all of that. Sometimes I
put my legs over his shoulders. Sometimes I lock my ankles around his
waist and sometimes I have my feet flat on the sheets so I can push
against him."

"How about doggy style? How about you riding on top?"

She thought about the question then answered, "I like both of those
positions. I guess I've never really thought about positions. It
doesn't matter to me. When I told you that the missionary position, as
you called it, was my favorite . . . I should have said that I like all
positions. But I'd like to add that I really don't have all that
much experience."

Alice pursed her lips before responding. "You don't? Would you mind
explaining that to me?"

"My marriage . . . wasn't so great. I mean we did a lot of things .
. . in cars and movies . . ."

"Movies? You made movies with your husband?"

"Oh, no, I meant we did it at the movies. I mean, in the theatre, and
at the drive in. And I masturbated him at a Rams game once. He . . . we
had this blanket and I thought it would be cute. He didn't like it so
much, I mean, he let me finish him off, but then he got surly, worried
that he might have stained his trousers." She bit her lip as the
memory of that moment played out in her mind.

An amused Alice interrupted her to ask, "And oral sex, what about
oral sex? Do you like it when he goes down on you . . . do you like to
be eaten?"

Both Dutch and Rosa knew the answer to that one, Molly absolutely loved
it. She loved getting eaten, didn't care whether it was male or
female going down on her, she reveled in it either way.

"Don't all women?" Molly asked shyly.

"Molly honey, we're not talking about other women, we're talking about
you. Do you like to be eaten?"

"I like to be eaten," she answered, her voice flat with resignation,
denoting no excitement, although she was worried silly that her juices
would soon be running down her new stockings.

"Do you love to be eaten?"

"Yes, Alice, I love to be eaten." Molly seemed exasperated, uncrossing
her legs and then crossing them again, in the process providing Alice
with a glimpse of pussy, seemingly glistening with her juices.

"How about giving head? Do you enjoy giving a man a blowjob?"

"I guess, she said, licking her lips." It seemed to Dutch that
Molly was getting impatient with the grilling and wanted nothing more
than to get on the orgy.

Alice, ever the attorney, frowned and rephrased the question. "Okay,
okay let me ask it this way. Does it turn you on when his cock is in
your mouth? Do you play with it with your tongue? Do you try to drive
him crazy?"

"Yes, yes and yes," Molly admitted with a slight grin.

"Do you find my questions amusing? Alice asked.

"Well, kind of. I mean, if you want to know if I'm agreeable to
fucking your husband and you, I am. I'm going to do it and if Rosa
and Dutch want some of me that's fine too. The more the merrier. My
total experience isn't much I'll grant you that. I've only done
some of the things you're asking me about once or twice and very
recently at that. My husband . . . wasn't an expert in lovemaking.
What's more he stopped fairly soon after we were married. I suspect,
but could never prove that he was fooling around with many other women
while neglecting me. But I'm not a whore. Don't misunderstand me. I
want to experience those things and probably many other things that I
haven't dreamed about. Okay? Have I been clear enough on the
subject?"

"Are you excited right now?"

"Oh, yeah. Nervous and excited," she said looking at her hands in her
lap.

Suddenly Alice's tone changed, and using a dominant tone, told Molly,
"to stand up."

Rosa gave Dutch a look of concern. He whispered to her, "Alice told
me she was going for a dominant theme with her and unless she really
resists, she'll continue and we're supposed to go along."

"I don't know," Rosa replied in a whisper, "She came prepared
to screw everyone here, but this might be taking it to extremes."

"She knows what she's doing and so far she hasn't done anything
to harm Molly. I won't let that happen, you know, I like her too much
to see her hurt."

Rosa, placated for the moment, nodded and returned her attention to
Molly and Alice.

"I said up! Stand up!" Alice said without really raising her voice,
merely emphasizing her enunciation of each syllable.

Molly hesitated, then with a small frown, uncrossed her legs and pushed
herself up out of the upholstered chair.

In a much softer tone, Alice said, "Turn around, sweetie, let me get a
look at your fabulous body."

Molly complied, but felt a little stiff as she turned around. The new
shoes with their six inch heels didn't make it any easier.

"Very nice, you look terrific. Now show us your boobs."

Alice's request didn't catch Molly by surprise. With a furtive
glance over at Rosa and Dutch she slipped the spaghetti straps off each
arm and the top of her black dress fell to her waist.

"Oh, I will say, Molly you have a great pair of tits," Alice cooed.
"Are they very sensitive?"

"I guess so," Molly answered quietly.

"Pinch those luscious nipples for us, baby."

Rosa watching intently noticed that Molly's breath was ragged.
Molly's hands involuntarily cupped each breast. Then the thumb and
forefinger of each hand pinched and pulled on each suddenly turgid
nipple. She looked from one breast to the other and ran her tongue over
her lips.

"Oh, do you like that?" Alice purred?"

"Umm, yes I do," she answered, her legs were so shaky she had to fight
to keep from falling.

"Now Molly, please let go of your lovely tits and lift your skirt up
for us."

Molly's hand went quickly to each side of her hem, clutched it and
slowly raised it to expose her thighs.

"Come on sweet cakes, you know what we want. Show us your pussy!

Dutch thought he heard Molly moan, although if she did it was barely
perceptive. Her black dress went up and up until it was only a narrow
black belt around her waist leaving only her garter belt  as the only
clothing she actually wore, but with her pussy bared to the entire
room, nonetheless.


Alice smiled. "The garter belt is a lovely accent piece; now please
spread your legs, Molly dear."

Molly moved her legs apart and stared at the floor. Alice noted that
her pussy was shaven, except for a small triangular tuft of fleece.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," Alice said. "Now take the garter
belt off and turn around and show us your ass."

Molly shimmied out of the garter belt, tossed it aside and placed her
hands on her ass. They heard her sigh just before she turned her neck
and then raised her eyes to look over her shoulder at them. Her
perfectly shaped cheeks were revealed to everyone.

"You have a gorgeous body, Molly," Alice said.

"I'm glad you like it," Molly replied, "but what does your
husband think?"

"He's not present at the moment. He hasn't seen your body, unless
you want to count the moment you entered the house when he mentally
raped you."

That reply caused Molly to laugh and her breasts to jiggle a little.
Dutch was fully erect and Rosa had her thighs clamped together trying
to curtail her obvious excitement.

But Alice wasn't finished with Molly. "Now, bend over and put your
hands on your legs," she told her.

Molly obeyed and began to blush, for she knew her secret parts were
totally exposed.

"Molly," Alice inquired gently, moving to within inches of the
woman's face, "It looks to me like you may be wet between your legs.
Are you?"

"Maybe just a little," Molly answered, her voice betraying her mounting
excitement.

"Okay, Molly, sweetie, that's enough. Fix your dress; cover
yourself."

Molly did as she was told, but her breathing was now heavier and
harsher than before, that much was apparent to Dutch. And Rosa's
finger was lightly running along her slit and had been ever since Alice
uttered the words, "It looks to me like you may be wet between your
legs. Are you?"

Molly having restored her dress to rights sat down in the big
upholstered armchair.

Alice clapped her hands twice and called out, "Are you ready
Robby?"

And from what Molly would soon realize was a huge master bedroom, she
heard Robert reply, "Indeed I am. Is Molly ready for me?"

"I believe so, love. Come see for yourself."

Four pair of eyes focused on the door as it opened inward and Robert
strode into the room.

He was naked except for a feathered boa of some sort that began in as a
wrap around his head and wound down his muscular torso, cutting between
the cheeks of his ass and ending wrapped around his stiffened penis
that jutted straight out from his body, perhaps eight inches.

It had been Alice who suggested he do this for its visual effect,
rather than walking in naked.

She was proven right, in that Molly had a small orgasm just looking at
Robert's body. The feathered boa forced her eyes to travel from his
head to his magnificent erection.

Alice broke the silence, "Molly, I believe you two have met
before?"

"Molly gasped with excited pleasure. "Yes . . . we have . . ."
Her eyes traveled up and down his glistening, well-oiled, black body.
"It's very nice to see you again," she said and discovered she
was having difficulty breathing.

Robert caused his prick to jump and all three women flinched.

He laughed out loud. It had a deep resonant sound to it, suggesting all
manner of lewdness to come. He approached Molly as she sat spellbound
in the armchair; and on reaching her, held out his hand, which she
tentatively accepted. He stepped back and gazed at her. His eyes raked
over the black mini-dress and the spaghetti straps that held the
stunning dress up. Molly's chest was revealed right down to the
bottom of her breastbone, and the sides of her dress swept down the
outside of her body, beginning their rearward journey only when they
reached the bottom of her ribs, ending just above the beginning of her
bottom, revealing the dimples in the small of her back. The hem sat
several inches above mid-thigh.
Her hair, which had been down, was done up in a complex braid of some
kind, leaving several wisps of light brown hanging in a frame around
her face, a face which he couldn't quit staring at. She was beautiful -
young, innocent, and obviously vulnerable. Robert's eyes kept
traveling the length of her voluptuous form. Molly flushed from head to
toe. She had never been with a black man before, although it had always
been foremost in her secret fantasies. And as she raised her eyes to
meet Robert's, she silently thanked both Dutch and Rosa for bringing
to the Rourk's this evening.
He lifted her up and enfolded her in his muscular arms. His thick lips
closed down upon hers and Molly's mouth opened to accept his tongue.
He found her willing, tasty, and fairly inexperienced. His heart began
beating a little faster and he almost that he was seducing her and not
the opposite. He allowed the fingers of his left hand to wander around
to her front, into her dress, until he found her nipple, stiff and yet
pliable. His right hand found itself buried deep in her hair, tearing
out the pins that held it up, until gradually, her hair fell around her
shoulders.

Robert decided to waste little time with preliminaries; and as his
tongue thrust deep into her mouth, he inserted his thumb in as well,
running it along the inside of her bottom lip, keeping her mouth open,
not that she needed it there at all.

The shock of seeing him approach her, glistening with oils had
stiffened her momentarily, but then her fingers were in his hair,
grabbing at the feathered boa, his head impossibly closer to her.
Molly heard a muffled groan as she began to return his kiss, and it
took several seconds before she realized it was her own; and then
sucked his tongue ever deeper into her mouth.
He freed his hand from between their mouths and ran it roughly down her
side to her thigh, squeezing it, pulling it to straddle his hip. He
pulled back a bit and shifted his weight.

Molly erotically scraped her teeth over his tongue as it retreated back
into his mouth, following it with her own even as he sucked on it,
drawing it deeper, and enticing it to twine around his. She moaned
again and wrapped her arm about his neck.

Alice, eyes riveted upon the couple writhing against each other, began
to remove her clothing.

Rosa already had hefted her dress up around her waist and had two
fingers greedily plying their way deep inside her, then abruptly halted
her activities, stood up and stripped. Before sitting down she rummaged
in her bag and found a black dildo which she stuck in her mouth to wet
and then promptly sat down and after raising her legs to her shoulders,
inserted it deep inside her pussy.

Dutch came out of his trance-like state and dropped his trousers to the
floor and as he peeled off his shirt, Alice sidled up next to him,
knelt in front of him and took his thickened appendage into her craving
mouth.

Now, oddly, Molly was the only one clothed, but that would not last for
long. Robert hoisted Molly's dress up to her waist and smiled on
seeing she wore only black stockings. He placed his large hands beneath
her buttocks and lifted her completely off the ground. Molly
instinctively wrapped her fish-netted legs about his hips and crossed
her ankles at the small of his back. Using only his teeth, Robert found
each shoulder strap in turn and tugged them away from her shoulders.
Eventually her top sagged down enough to expose her magnificent
breasts.
His boa adorned cock jumped in anticipation. He let his fingers trail
over her mounds until with a moan; his lips left hers and captured one
hard nipple. Her moan joined his as she pulled his head in closer.
Trailing wet kisses down one hill, through the valley, and up the far
side, he moved to the other sentry, the one standing stiffer than ever
before. Tiny whimpers coming from her throat were as sweet as any
sonata he had ever heard in his entire life.
He wanted everything she had to give. And more.
Using both hands, he pushed up the hem of her dress, caressing her
thighs and buttocks. A gasp escaped her lips as his hands squeezed her
soft, velvety smooth bottom.
Alice was lavishing long, lingering licks to Dutch's fat cock,
holding both his testicles in one hand as the other held him in
position for her ardor laden tongue.

Rosa, the fingers of her left hand still maneuvering their way in and
out of her now frothy cunt hole, stood up on shaky legs and made her
way to Dutch's side and they kissed, tongue lashing tongue and all
three moaned in unison as the sound Alice's slurping mouth filled the
room.

Lifting his head from her chest, Robert kissed her softly on the lips
again and Molly nearly fainted from the pure joy of the moment.

Both his hands remained occupied with her hips and thighs, fondling and
learning about her flesh.

Molly was having trouble catching her breath as tilted her head back
and settled his moist lips on the column of her throat. He heard her
moan and jammed his erection against her groin. This caused Molly to
react, digging her fingers into the muscles of his neck, and that made
Robert scrape her white skin with his teeth, leaving a mark that she
would endure with an almost masochistic pleasure for almost two weeks.

Molly couldn't believe the incredible heat that surged through her,
from her cunt to the tips of her fingers and toes. She felt like she
was far removed from this handsome home, as if she and he were in a and
wild and primitive environment. She wanted him inside her, but feared
asking for it. He was in charge and he would know when to lay her down.

She couldn't help but moan as his mouth trailed down the long line of
her neck, down the feminine slope of one throbbing breast to suck and
nibble and lave at the hardened tip.

Molly cried out softly, brokenly, the breath hitching in her throat,
Robert only sucked harder and pulled her hips down to grind her soft
sex against his hard one. As he moved from one breast to the other, he
started squeezing and rubbing the cheeks of her ass. She in turn,
frenziedly ground her cunt against him.

Molly's hand snaked down and found his steel hard prick and quickly
gave it several strokes, causing the feathered boa to loosen from his
turgid cock and dangle from his waist to the floor.
Robert laughed that deep laugh again and tore the boa from his
glistening body, throwing it so that it landed next to Alice and Dutch,
who never noticed it at all, being busy with other pressing matters as
it were.
The svelte brunette took a step back, and standing straight, dropped
her arms, and wiggled. All of the black dress fell from her hips,
leaving her nude except for the black stockings and heels.
Then reaching for her once again, Robert was fooled as Molly quickly
fell to her knees, and grasping his turgid member in one hand, brought
it to her eager, trembling lips, stretching them far apart as his
thick, black cock entered her narrow mouth.

Molly, said a silent prayer of gratitude to Dutch and his thick cock
for helping prepare her for Robert's even longer cock, angled her
neck to allow him deeper penetration. Soon she had the rewarding
sensation of feeling it press against the back of her throat.

"Oh shit, that feels good, Molly, oh, yes, that's good!" Robert
groaned as her tongue licked his corona, titillating the nerve endings
found there.

But Molly tried to take too much too soon and suddenly found herself
gasping and then choking.