Driftwood Cove Trilogy: Complete Series

by E. C. Towers

  He walked in to find two, mostly naked girls, sitting on a huge king-sized bed that were covered in sheets with a thread count that was probably worth noticing. A far cry from his own, made of t-shirts and courtesy of the Target Back Friday Sale.

  What the hell was he doing? Why was he thinking about thread count when there were two pairs of glistening breasts looking at him in the face? Some sort of coping mechanism for idiots, he suspected.

  And that’s exactly how he felt. Overwhelmed. He was frozen, staring at a pair of supple breasts, with no idea what to say or do.

  “You work at Edges, don’t you?”

  Softly but sternly, a woman’s voice came from his right. Hardie turned towards the voice and saw Linda St. John, who sat on a plush white, high-backed chair like a queen. She was wrapped in a short, red robe that resembled a smoking jacket, barely low enough to cover her sheer black thigh-highs.

  “Don't you?” she implored.

  “Don't I, …what?” Hardie was almost faint, forgetting what she had asked in the first place.

  “Edges. You work at Edges. You were the guy on his cigarette break when I got there earlier? “

  She noticed him. That had to be a good thing, he thought.

  “I’m going to assume that deer-in-headlights look means that I’m correct,” Linda answered for him. She gently tilted her head, and patiently remarked, “Listen, I know you’re new in town, so I’m going to pretend that you didn’t already hear all about me and my private gatherings. Let me give you a warning. This party is strictly by invitation only, and if my memory serves me correct, I didn’t have enough time to hand you an invite during the five forgettable seconds I saw you.”

  So forgettable that you remembered me, Hardie thought.

  “No one crashes my party. This isn’t some frat house.” She sounded stern and tried to appear angry, but Hardie could tell she was all bark, as her eyes betrayed her, twinkling playfully as she talked tough.

  “But…” her voice softened, “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed by your balls.” She glanced at his crotch briefly before clarifying. “I mean that in a figurative way. Maybe it’s because you’re new, or maybe it’s because you’re young. Perhaps it’s both, but you’re the first person to have ever crashed my party successfully. So… well done,” she smiled, rising slowly, her robe hiking up a bit to reveal her upper inner thigh. Hardie’s cock, which had remained hard from the groping, got decidedly harder. She walked up to him until she was just a few inches away. Her beauty was mesmerizing and intimidating. Piercing blue eyes, full lips that were naturally flushed red, as if she was wearing lipstick all the time, and porcelain skin. Everything about her was perfect. Hardie backed up a few steps, overwhelmed with desire.

  “You’re going to have an audition. Right now.”

  “An audition?” Hardie realized that he hadn’t spoken but these two words since he got into her bedroom. “…An audition for what?”

  “Everyone goes through a try-out, and if I'm pleased, you will be invited to attend my parties. Whenever I decide to have them, that is. Are you ready?”

  Hardie didn’t have time to answer or respond before both of the undressed girls surrounded him. The girl who’d exposed him in the lounge knelt down in front of Hardie, pulling down his pants again with ease before she swallowed his entire cock. Her mouth was hot, wet and seemed to have the ability to vacuum seal a garment bag. Hardie had never been sucked off quite like this before. When his girlfriend gave him a blowjob, it was sloppy and quick; like a chore that needed to be done and over with. He hadn't thought to complain. This girl, however, was gobbling up every inch of his hardness like it was drizzled in chocolate and she wanted to make sure to suck off every last bit.

  As she devoured him below, the second girl came from behind him, licking his ear, kissing his neck and pressing her plump breasts against his back. She was kneading his ass with both hands and then he felt her slim fingers cup and play with his balls before trailing a brave finger towards his rear.

  He’d never had a girl play around there before, and he was surprised that he didn’t immediately pull away. Instead, he took a deep breath and relaxed as she slowly slipped one delicate finger inside him. His dick was still getting suctioned in and out, and Hardie nearly exploded with pleasure right there and then.

  But he held on. This was an audition, after all, and he had a feeling that if he finished in under a minute, the chance for a lifetime membership to Linda’s sex parties would likely slip away. He had to take control of this situation and show Linda he could handle himself.

  He pulled his cock out of the girl’s delicious mouth, laid her down on the bed, straddled her and placed the hard organ between her breasts. He gathered up her heaving chest and squeezed them together tightly on his rod while he slowly titty-fucked her juicy tits.

  “You,” he commanded to the other girl, “come here. Stand in front of my face.” She did hesitate to do as she was told. She stood in front of his face, with her pussy within an inch of his mouth. He slowly extended his neck and tongue to lick between her moist lips, brushing slowly and softly on her clit, driving her crazy. She uttered a guttural sound, as he rapidly flicked his tongue lightly over her now swollen little nugget of hot flesh. It peeked slightly from out from the wet folds.

  As he was driving this girl from ecstasy to insanity, he didn’t lose eye contact with Linda, who watched intently. He slowly licked and twirled his tongue up, down, lapping up the girl’s wetness eagerly, as a message to Linda, demonstrating what he was capable of and what his potential worth might be. He then slowly eased the second girl’s warm pussy onto the first girl's face, and she picked up where he left off with ease, sucking on her friend's pussy. The second girl’s moans never subsided, but increased in volume.

  He reached back, put his hand in between the first girl’s legs and played with her, sliding his fingers between her folds, putting one and then two fingers inside her. She bucked and moaned as he slowly pushed in and out of her pussy, making her quiver when he found her g-spot. Hardie got up and positioned himself between her, sliding his throbbing meat through her wet folds, rubbing his fat tip against her clit before slowly thrusting himself entirely into this warm pool of wet and flesh. He gripped her ass and plunged himself even deeper, his full length disappearing completely before being pulled completely out again, replacing the tip at her clit to continually tease her. He concentrated hard, not allowing the ritual to go any faster or slower than he required. Hardie would show the meaning of stamina and his ability for control. He made sure to display every ass cheek, thigh muscle and bicep flex he could manage to better his chances.

  4

  The Attentions Of Mistress Linda

  Linda watched with rapt attention, slightly wiggling in her chair and clearly turned on.

  This kid had surpassed her expectations, and when it came to young men, she didn't expect much. Most of the guys she invited to her parties were a little older than Hardie, simply because they could control themselves better than guys in their 20s, who usually finished off in just a few minutes. But her weakness was young men and she wasn’t proud of it. She never wanted to be labeled as “cougar” or a “MILF”; such names hinted at a sense of desperation. They were monikers that some older women didn't object to because they genuinely felt inferior to younger women. That definitely wasn’t Linda. She was proud of her age, her experience, and that for the first time in her life, she knew exactly who she was and was perfectly content with it.

  There were no pretenses when it came to Linda, no gray areas. When she despised something, she despised it down to the very tips of her eyelashes, and the same could be said when she loved something.

  She loved sex, so Linda had sex parties. It was as simple as that.

  To be more precise, she loved to watch others have sex. She was a voyeur in the extreme. There was nothing desperate about her. She could have any man she wanted, young or old. But the young ones were quite a treat: tight, muscu
lar and even easier to please.

  She immediately saw that Hardie fit the bill, just by the way he was standing outside the restaurant, smoking his cigarette. He had a slight lean that tensed his back thigh muscles, and she took in the striations in his forearms as he lifted up his cigarette to his mouth. Linda took notice of these details within the first five seconds. She was an observer, a watcher, and saw greater details within people, places, and things than did the average person.

  And now here he was, pumping away at one of her girls, never losing pace. His face was focused on his pleasure, gazing at his cock pushing in and out, watching the first girl’s breasts bounce relentlessly as he plunged into her over and over again. But occasionally, he would break his focus and glance at Linda, as if to say that he was fucking her in his mind.

  At least that’s what she had hoped he was thinking. Maybe it was wishful thinking on Linda’s part. She was getting hot to the idea of his taut thighs pressed against her own and running her fingers through his back muscles, letting him fuck her with such noble purpose.

  She was so hot she almost felt feverish, but no one would have guessed it by looking at her. Linda adjusted herself in her seat like she had meant to, and not because she was getting so horny that it was almost impossible to sit still.

  Linda wanted him to be a member, but she didn’t have sex with members. In fact, she never had sex, period. Linda hadn’t had sex with anyone since her husband died. It kept her allure, her mystery, but most importantly, it kept her from getting entangled into drama, making her invulnerable to litigious individuals. She was completely satisfied with watching and pleasuring herself later with one of her many toys. Linda believed that it was the best way to have sex, and didn’t think she would ever be satisfied with regular sex again.

  Until now, she thought.

  She was suddenly questioning everything and was unsure what to do next. The only thing she knew that she wanted to have sex with this guy. This sudden and all-encompassing need to be with Hardie scared Linda.

  As she watched him perform with each girl, she was impressed by his stamina and self-confidence. Linda imagined what his facial expressions would look like when he finally finished and decided that she wanted Hardie to finish with her.

  The boy had never fucked this long before, and truth be told, he was impressed with his newly discovered sexual stamina. He was fucking not one, but two super-model-status girls and managing to hold his own. As he prepared to switch girls in mid-thrust, he saw movement in his peripheral vision.

  He panicked for a moment. Was Linda joining in? If she joined in, he wasn’t sure that he could keep up this level of intensity.

  “Stop.”

  The two girls ceased to moan almost simultaneously and rose before her as if Linda had them on leashes. Hardie stood there in the most awkward position he’d ever been, sporting a massive boner.

  Linda nodded at the girls, who nodded back and nonchalantly put their thongs and heels back on before leaving the room. He was speechless, standing there with a boner and nowhere to put it. Every possible thought that was going through his mind right now ended with three words in large font, capital letters:

  WITH A BONER.

  He didn’t know whether to cover it up or get dressed with the girls, so he waited for Linda to instruct him.

  The girls closed the door behind them. Linda slowly walked in front of him and sat down on the bed. He didn’t want to move in hopes that she would sit there a little longer. Her beauty was the kind that took a few minutes for a person’s brain to fully comprehend. With the soft light reflecting off her silk robe, he marveled at how perfect she looked. Her dark brunette hair looked slightly disheveled in the most pleasant way, as if she messed it up while playing with herself. Her body was the perfect in-between: she was fit, but you could tell there was a little padding on her hips, indicating she wasn’t afraid to have a good meal. Truth be told, she looked delicious. Hardie had never had the urge to lick the curve of someone’s waist until now.

  Hardie regained his mobility, and just as he was about to rip off her robe, she raised her hand to stop him in his tracks.

  “No,” Linda said, matter-of-factly. “Slow down. You will finish. Right now. In front of me.”

  “I don’t understa….” Hardie stammered in confusion.

  “Finish. Right now.” She gave him those two directions slowly, so there was no confusion as to what she meant.

  “Oh,” he answered. She wanted him to masturbate in front of her. The disappointment at the news that he wasn’t going to be having sex with Linda practically made him go soft until he saw that she had gotten up from the bed to untie her robe.

  “I see,” he understood. She wanted him to masturbate in front of her.

  He swallowed hard and began to touch himself slowly, and his cock came back to life with a vengeance. Linda peeled off her robe, and he nearly lost it at the sight of her perfect, large breasts. Her nipples were erect; a pleasing light brown color only slightly bit darker than the rest of her natural skin. He gazed down and saw that she was neatly trimmed and waxed. Her landscape was so perfect that it was clear she’d had it professionally done. Hardie gripped hard on his cock as he slowly thrust into his fist. He imagined that his hand was her warm mouth, with her plump lips wrapping tightly around him.

  Linda laid down on the bed naked and made sure that he had a full view of every part of her body. She opened her legs slightly, and he inched a little closer until her thighs were against his. His large, intimidatingly hard member was so close that he could’ve entered her right then, but knowing that he wouldn’t dare.

  He directed his concentrated stare, formerly held with two other girls, at Linda now, while he powerfully worked himself. Linda watched with baited breath as he pleasured himself faster and faster. He was in between her legs now, with his manhood slightly grazing her belly button. His expression was that of pleasure, pain, and hunger. Hunger for her and the moment.

  His expression finally broke, and his grimace relaxed into pure pleasure, releasing his ecstasy all over her smooth torso. Thrusts of juice violently shot from him and shook his core, as if the feeling would turn into pain were he to hold on to a moment longer. After he had finished, he laid down on top of her and rubbed his cock against the folds of her pussy, mixing the heat of their juices.

  His semi-hard dick firmly rubbed and slid against her clit, driving her over the edge. She reached up and clung to his wide muscular shoulders, raising her hips to increase the pressure of his cock against her sensitive bud.

  “Oh ….oh, my god,” she whispered as the powerful orgasm assaulted her violently.

  She wriggled underneath him, biting his shoulder as her whole body tensed, processing one orgasm after another. He ground himself against her, feeling her repeatedly come, discovering that he liked the sharp pinch of from her teeth on his shoulder. No one had ever bit him in pleasure before, and he had to admit that he quite loved it. Mainly, because he had just now broken her cool exterior, feeling her body become downright animalistic in her orgasm.

  5

  Everything He Has To Give

  When she finished, he lifted himself up over her and laid down on the bed. They lay there, naked, spent and quiet. It was the type of quiet that could only happen between two strangers who had fucked each other without regrets.

  Hardie decided to break the ice, “So, am I in?”

  She laughed at the obvious pun he so clearly was unaware of making. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

  He sighed with relief. “You know, I would be lying if I didn't say I was disappointed that we didn’t... you know.”

  She turned to look at him and flatly said, “I don’t do that.”

  “You don’t do that?” Hardie replied, confused. “You mean sex? You have these parties, but you don’t...”

  “Have sex. You heard me right.” Linda sat up and put her robe back on. Her afterglow was gone, and now she felt slightly embarrassed that she had let hers
elf get so out of control with him. She straightened her hair and turned around to face him.

  Hardie was still naked in bed, his entire body glistening with sweat. Linda took his young muscular frame, the chest that was perfectly proportioned with just a sprinkling of chest hair, making him the most delightful thing she had ever seen. She had to force her eyes to look elsewhere, and it was the most disturbing thing she ever had to do. Truth be told, she could spend an hour looking at Hardie's muscular thighs, alone.

  But the one body part she avoided looking at was his face; specifically, his eyes. They were soulful and kind, as if he borrowed that look from a golden retriever. She couldn’t allow herself to sink into those deep pools of hazel. She had a feeling it would completely engulf her. It scared Linda that she almost had sex with him. She was ready to drop all the rules she had set for herself to have him, as her body had so desperately needed. The only thing that kept her from breaking was fear. Fear that between those eyes and that magical cock, he would have her under his control, forcing her to compromise on things she didn’t want to compromise, to water down who she was – her feelings, her thoughts, her opinions. She had done enough of that in her marriage.

  Her husband’s death, though tragic, was a door opening to her true self. The person she had lost during her marriage came out of hiding, and she was exactly who she wanted to be again. Linda loved every part of herself, especially her decision to indulge in the secret sexual cravings that her husband had denied her of. Linda tried to share her erotic thoughts with her spouse, but his reaction was confused at first and closed soon after. She clearly remembered the look he'd given her when she announced her sexual needs, as well as her fetish for watching. He looked at her with a contemptuous distance at that moment, and she never mentioned it again.