Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  Finally, Glen had had enough. “Vic,” he said when the man paused for breath, “you’re not usually like this. Remember that these girls are ours for the evening. You don’t have to impress them.” His fingers drummed on the tablecloth.

  Vic was quiet for a moment, then looked apologetic. “I’m really sorry. I guess I’m so used to Hollywood types that I’m out of practice with real people. I know the arrangement. It’s just that you two are so attractive I forgot.”

  “That we’re bought and paid for?” Ronnie said, a slight edge in her voice. The evening threatened to become a disaster.

  With a disarming grin, Vic said, “Open mouth, insert foot, and take a giant step. I’m really not a bad guy, you know.” His rueful smile seemed genuine. “How about we just forget my gaucherie and start again.” He stood up, walked around the table, and sat down again. “Hi, everyone. My name’s Vic.”

  Slowly a smile spread across Ronnie’s face. “Hi. I’m Ronnie.”

  The remainder of the sumptous meal sped by, fueled by good conversation and easy humor. As the foursome sat over coffee Vic said, “Okay, what’s the difference between a tire and three hundred used condoms?”

  “I give up,” Ronnie said, “what?”

  “A tire is a Goodyear. Three hundred used condoms is a great year.” Everyone laughed. “You know, I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed a dinner more,” Vic continued, looking at his watch. “And Glen and I have arranged a special surprise that we hope you’ll like.”

  “Absolutely,” Glen continued. “We’ve gotten the private use of the spa, pool, and hot tub at Vic’s hotel for the rest of the evening. It usually closes at nine o’clock, but I slipped the concierge a little cash and can pick up the key at the desk.”

  “Sounds like fun,” Ronnie said, checking her watch, “and it’s already nine-thirty. We’re ready if you are.”

  The two couples, Ronnie with Vic and Glen with Carla, traveled to Vic’s hotel. The three waited while Glen picked up the key to the spa. Together, the four slipped through an unmarked door into a back hallway. Giggling, they followed Glen through another door and found themselves in a workout room filled with exercise equipment. “Nice,” Carla said. “This is some facility.”

  “Let’s try some of it out,” Vic suggested. Quickly, the men were out of their suits and down to their shorts. “Undies only,” Vic called so Ronnie and Carla stripped to their bras and panties. “Have either of you ever done circuit training?” he asked, staring at the two beautiful bodies magnificently displayed in bras and panties.

  “I do aerobics, when I have the time,” Carla answered.

  “And I’m a confirmed couch potato,” Ronnie added.

  “I can show you how to use this stuff. I work out a lot,” Vic said.

  Ronnie looked over Vic’s well-developed body, his wide shoulders, heavily muscled arms, flat stomach, and tight buns and she smiled. “I’m sure you do.”

  Carla walked behind Glen and ran her hands over his muscular back. “I’ll bet you’ve seen the inside of a gym too,” she whispered against the back of his neck. She smiled as she felt his muscles tense and his back straighten. “From time to time,” he said, sucking in his stomach.

  Vic tapped the seat of an arm-exercise machine. “Let’s see how you’d look on here,” he said to Ronnie. She sat on the seat and Vic placed her arms on the padded upper armrests. “Now, press down,” he said, “then release very slowly. It works your biceps and triceps.” As she pressed, he watched her chest muscles swell, lifting her breasts. As she reached the bottom of the machine’s travel, he reached out and brushed his fingers over Ronnie’s nipples. Smiling, she released her pressure and allowed the machine to return to its starting position.

  Glen showed Carla how to lie on her back on the platform of the leg-press machine. He positioned her feet about twelve inches apart on the footrest and showed her how to use her quadriceps to straighten her legs. Several times he adjusted the weights so it took only a moderate amount of strength to extend her legs. “Now,” he said, “try to hold your legs straight.” Once she had her legs straight, she locked her knees to hold the foot support as far from her body as she could. Glen slid a stool next to the machine, sat down, and rubbed his fingers against the crotch of her panties.

  “Hey,” Carla said, giggling, “that makes this much more difficult.” With the soft warmth spreading through her body, she had to concentrate on keeping her knees locked.

  “Yeah, it certainly does.” He placed one hand on each of her thighs, pressing his palms lightly against her skin. “Okay. Now release and press.” As Carla relaxed, then extended her legs, Glen felt the tension in her muscles under his hands. Carla’s body shone with sweat as she continued to do leg extensions.

  Ronnie moved from the arm machine to a device Vic called an adductor. Vic sat her down on the padded seat and, spreading her legs at a forty-five-degree angle, placed her legs in the supports. He fiddled with the weight setting. “Try to close your legs,” he said.

  Ronnie used all her strength to try to press her thighs together. “Not a chance,” she said.

  “Good,” Vic said. He walked around and knelt between her widely spread legs. He yanked at the tendrils of pussy hair that escaped around the crotch of her panties and heard her gasp. Quickly, he soothed the smarting skin, then pulled her hair again. Ronnie gave up trying to force her thighs together, closed her eyes, and relished the sensations that Vic was causing. “Makes you crazy, doesn’t it?”

  “God, you know it.” Ronnie shuddered.

  Vic grinned. “I certainly do.” He pressed his mouth against the crotch of her panties and nipped at the flesh and fur beneath. His hot breath warmed her lubricating pussy.

  “See what Vic’s doing?” Glen said to Carla. She turned and watched Vic’s face buried between Ronnie’s legs. “Now straighten your legs,” Glen said. Carla’s thigh muscles were getting tired but she pressed the footplate. Glen cupped one hand against her cunt and tweaked her nipples with the other. Carla wanted to sink into the erotic pleasure, but she had to concentrate to keep her knees locked. “Shit, Vic,” Glen said, “I never imagined the uses you can put these machines to.”

  “Enough for now,” Vic said, lifting Ronnie’s legs from the adductor machine. “I’m for the hot tub.”

  Glen helped Carla stand and stretch and after a few minutes’ walking, her legs felt stronger again.

  The foursome walked into the dimly lit pool and hot tub area. Glen stopped beside the steaming water and wrapped his arms around Carla. While caressing her back, he pressed his lips against hers, flattening her full breasts against his powerful chest.

  Vic and Ronnie sat on a bench and Vic caressed Ronnie’s face with his fingers and his lips. For long minutes, the two couples kissed, adding fuel to the building sexual fires.

  Finally, Vic pulled away from Ronnie and flipped the controls for the air and water jets. “Last one in the hot tub is a rotten egg,” he said. Still in their underwear, the four slowly settled into the bubbling water, hands and mouths exploring as they moved.

  Glen unfastened Carla’s bra and tossed the wet fabric across the tiled room. He bent his head and licked the top of Carla’s half-submerged breast. “You taste of chlorine,” he said.

  Ronnie placed one hand on Vic’s shoulder and whispered into his ear. “You do exactly what Glen does. Watch very carefully and imitate him, move for move.” She felt his back tighten and then the telltale trembling of his shoulders.

  Vic looked at Glen and saw his friend’s tongue laving Carla’s breast. “It feels weird to watch.”

  “Do it to me,” Ronnie said. Vic removed Ronnie’s bra and slid his tongue over her skin.

  Glen lifted Carla’s breast and his mouth reached for her nipple. Carla deliberately settled more deeply into the water so that, when he attempted to take a rosy crest into his mouth, he got a face full of bubbles. They giggled and wrestled until Glen had his arms wrapped around Carla’s ribs and she was floating, her brea
sts out of the water.

  Vic was kissing and nuzzling Ronnie’s neck when Ronnie whispered, “Look what they’re doing now, Vic. You’re really not watching carefully enough.” She reached down into the swirling water and squeezed his cock, hard.

  “Ow,” he cried, his breath caught in his throat. The pain seemed to make his cock harder.

  “Then pay more attention.”

  Quickly, Vic repositioned Ronnie’s body and suckled her breast, his breathing fast and ragged. Ronnie smiled, knowing that she had found the best way to give him pleasure.

  Still supporting her upper body on one arm, Glen lifted Carla’s legs onto the tiled edge of the tub. He bent her body at the hips until a jet of warm water shot directly against her swollen lips. “Oh God,” she cried. “That’s wonderful.”

  “I want you to play with the water too,” Ronnie said to Vic, “but I want it to spray against your cock. Kneel here.” She moved his knees onto the ledge and pressed her hand into the small of his back. His erection was now directly in the stream of another warm-water jet. “Oh shit, baby,” he hissed. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

  “And if you do,” Ronnie said, “we’ll just have to start again.” She held Vic’s body in the water stream until she felt him shudder. She reached around and held his cock as he came in the water, his semen feeling thick and gooey through his cotton shorts.

  Carla was about to climax as well. Glen sucked on her breast and rubbed his finger against her rear as the water pulsed against her cunt. It was so quick and so intense that her orgasm took her by surprise.

  “Oh baby,” Glen purred. “You’re hot as a pistol. I want to fuck you good, but I’ve got no rubbers.”

  “Sit up here,” Carla said, patting the edge of the tub, “and let me take care of you.” As he climbed up, she pulled off his shorts so that, when he was seated, his cock stuck straight up from his lap.

  “Look at that hard cock,” Ronnie whispered into Vic’s ear, feeling him getting hard again. “Do you know what she’s going to do?”

  “Yes,” he murmured.

  “Well, you’re going to watch. Have you ever watched a woman suck cock in person? So close you can touch her?” Vic shook his head. “Good,” Ronnie purred. She and Vic moved beside Carla in the water. “Now watch very carefully,” Ronnie said. “Watch her mouth as she gives Glen pleasure.”

  Carla licked the hollow behind Glen’s knee, then kissed and bit the inside of his thighs while Ronnie kept up a running commentary in Vic’s ear. “She’s licking his leg,” Ronnie said, scratching her fingernail up his skin. “Right here.”

  Carla slipped her hand between Glen’s thighs and tickled his heavy balls. Ronnie did the same with Vic, while saying, “I’ll bet his balls feel tight and hard. See his cock? It’s hard and throbbing.” Ronnie pulled Vic’s shorts off under the water and placed the wet garment on Glen’s knee. “Hey Glen,” Ronnie said. “I just want you to know that Vic is naked under the water and I’m holding his cock.”

  Carla wrapped her hand around Glen’s cock. “Like that?” she asked Ronnie.

  “Just like that.”

  “And if I slide my fingers right to the end?” Carla asked Ronnie.

  “I’ll do the same to Vic’s cock under the water.”

  “And when I squeeze his balls?”

  “Yeah,” Ronnie sighed.

  Glen and Vic groaned simultaneously. Carla stroked the sensitive flesh between Glen’s balls and his anus. “His ass is very tight,” she said.

  “Vic’s is too, but I think a finger will fit. The hot water makes it easy.” Ronnie rubbed his tight hole, then slipped the tip of her finger inside.

  “No,” Glen groaned. “It will hurt.”

  Since she knew that Glen knew the safe word, Carla realized that he didn’t really want her to stop. “Yes, it will hurt,” Carla whispered, “but it will feel so good.” As Carla’s finger invaded Glen’s ass, she said to Ronnie and Vic, “Look how hard it makes him. His cock is twitching and moving all by itself.”

  Glen was so excited by Carla’s hands and her voice that he knew he should be ashamed at her vivid descriptions of his body’s reactions but he was too far gone to care. Carla kept her finger just inside of him, not moving.

  Vic felt Ronnie’s finger slide deeper into his rear. “Vic’s able to tolerate more of this,” Ronnie said, “since he came just a little while ago. I’m sliding my finger farther inside him. I can slide in and out, rubbing the sides of his channel. I’m fucking his ass and he’s trembling. His cock is getting very hard again.”

  Carla looked at Glen’s face, knowing it was difficult for him not to come. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis, licking the sweet drops of pre-come she found there. “Ummm, he tastes good.” She pursed her lips and sucked the end of Glen’s cock into her mouth.

  “Look, Vic,” Ronnie said, her finger still deep inside his ass, “Carla’s got Glen’s cock in her mouth. Touch her head as she sucks. Do it.”

  Barely coherent, Vic reached out and cupped the back of Carla’s wet head. “Press,” Ronnie said. He pressed her head and she sucked Glen’s cock deeper into her mouth. “Release,” Ronnie said and Vic relaxed his hand, allowing Carla’s head to release Glen’s cock. “Again,” Ronnie said and Vic pressed Carla’s head.

  Glen watched as Vic pressed Carla’s mouth up and down on his cock. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. He held himself as tightly as he could, trying to keep himself from coming too fast but it was impossible. He filled Carla’s mouth with his semen.

  “Good baby,” Ronnie said to Vic. “You did so well that you deserve a reward.” With her finger still deep in his ass, she pressed him upward until his hard cock was sticking from the water. “Make it good for him, Carla,” she said and Carla squeezed her large breasts around Vic’s cock. He climaxed right then, spurting into the air above the water. “Oh fuck,” he yelled.

  “What about you?” Glen said to Ronnie. “You didn’t come. Neither of you did. I mean you two should….”

  “Would you like to watch Carla and me?”

  Silently, Glen and Vic stared at the two women. Ronnie climbed out of the tub and sat on the side, her feet in the water. “Come here, baby,” she said to Carla.

  Eagerly, Carla buried her face in her friend’s furry muff and licked and sucked the delicate flesh. “Is she hot?” Vic asked tentatively.

  “Oh yes,” Carla said. “Feel.” She took Vic’s finger and held it against Ronnie’s pussy. “You too,” she told Glen.

  The two men fingered Ronnie’s pussy until she was ready to come. “You know what she’ll enjoy?” Carla said. “She loves having her tits sucked.” With Glen’s mouth on one breast and Vic’s on the other, Carla flicked her tongue over Ronnie’s erect clit.

  “Do it good!” Ronnie yelled. “Oh yes. Do it so good!” Her entire body contracted as her orgasm roared through every part of her. “Oh yes, it’s so good.”

  Later, the four lay silently on towels on the tile. “I think there are seismographs as far away as California that registered that.” Ronnie laughed.

  “I’ve never had a more satisfying experience,” Vic whispered.

  “Oh yeah,” Glen added. Glen and Vic held a quick, whispered conversation. “Look, I think I can convince the folks on the West Coast that Vic has to stay another week. Can we get together over the weekend? The four of us?”

  Carla thought about it. She didn’t usually spend weekend time away from her children, but BJ and Tommy each had a sleep-over and she was sure she could leave Mike with her parents. And she was flattered. Every time a client called her again, she felt wonderful. This was the ultimate compliment, to her and to Ronnie. These two men wanted a repeat performance.

  “I think I can arrange it,” Carla said.

  “Me too,” Ronnie agreed.

  The following Saturday evening, the four gathered in Vic’s room at the hotel. Glen and Vic sat on the sofa in the sitting room of the luxurious suite and Ronnie and C
arla each occupied a soft chair. They were all dressed casually, the men in slacks and sport shirts, Ronnie in a soft rose wool skirt, a matching sweater, and high black patent leather boots, Carla in black slacks and a royal blue silk blouse.

  “We’ve already ordered room service for the four of us,” Vic said. “Glen and I have talked a lot about this evening and we’ve got a few exciting ideas.”

  Carla stretched her long legs in front of her and said, “Like what?”

  Glen opened a bottle of champagne and poured four glasses. He handed two to Vic and kept two in his hand. “Vic and I loved the way Ronnie took control that evening. It was erotic, being told what to do, where to look. So, for the moment, we’ve decided to be in charge. We’ll do everything, take care of you for the evening. You just relax and do as you’re told.” He held a glass near Carla’s lips. “Have a sip,” he said as he tipped it. As she drank, she saw Vic hold a glass for Ronnie.

  As they finished the first glass of champagne, a white-jacketed waiter arrived and wheeled a table to the center of the sitting room, opened leaves on the sides, and arranged plates of food. “The main courses are in the warmer under the table,” he said, showing Vic how to open it. “And be careful. The plates will be hot.”

  Vic added a large tip, signed the check, and closed the door behind the waiter. “We’re going to play a game,” Glen said. “We’re going to make you guess what you’re eating.” Ronnie and Carla felt blindfolds placed over their eyes. “First course,” Glen said.

  Glen pressed something cold and smooth against Carla’s lips. “Open,” he said, “and stick out your tongue.” He placed a round object on Carla’s tongue and she drew it into her mouth. “A grape,” she said.