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The Gathering

Chapter Twenty-four

Rosa sells Dutch's house; Dutch Buys Her an Engagement Ring

August 8, 1999

The following day was an especially good one for Rosa; in the morning
she had a family close a decent sized home that she had sold them and
picked up a handsome commission. But that afternoon she hit the
jackpot. She had convinced Dutch to put his house on the market since
they were now living together and it seemed that he would be staying
for a while. When he readily agreed, Rosa felt almost euphoric, for
that was another sign that he loved her and trusted her. He had floored
her by insisting that she handle all the details and not bother him
about anything until his signature was required. And he had not even
read the papers he was required to read, just scrawled his name next to
the "x's" provided on each sheet of paper thrust in front of him.

He had inherited the house from his parents and obviously had no idea
of its worth; and as it turned out neither had Rosa. She had listed it
at $250,000, just two days earlier and was stunned when a bidding war
erupted between three couples over the property that afternoon. By five
the price was up to $310,000 and she called Dutch.

"Dutch honey, have you got a minute to discuss the house?"

"Yeah, sure, what's up?"

"Well we seem to have some interested parties already."

"Parties . . . like more than one?"

"That's right," she began to laugh, unable to contain the
giddiness she felt. "How does three different couples sound?"

"Three? That's weird. So what happens now?"

"Now? Now they are bidding the price up. What I need to ask you is if
you're willing to take a risk here and put a time limit on their
offerings. Like say . . . it's twenty after five . . . so let's say
I give them each one more bid, a final bid and we'll accept the
highest of the three at that time."

Not really caring one way or the other, thinking the amount involved
was in the hundreds and not thousands, Dutch said, "Sure and then
let's have dinner, okay?"

"Okay, baby. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. I'll call
you when it's over and we'll eat, okay?'

"Fine, I'll see you then . . . Oh, Rosa?"

"Yes?"

"I really appreciate you're doing this for me. It's the right
thing to do, you know? I mean unloading the place. I haven't been
there in months and if much more time passed it would only get run
down. I like the place well enough, but it takes time to maintain and
time I haven't got.

They hung up and Rosa made the necessary calls to the other realtors
asking for one more final bid on the property.


It was almost eight in the evening when Rosa picked him up at his
office.
He opened the door before she knocked a second time and greeted her
with a huge smile.

"No kisses, no hugs . . . the walls have eyes," he smirked, took
her arm to lead them back to her car. Rosa gently removed her arm from
his and took a step back, looking at him.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to meet you . . ." He started to
say as he worked to straighten the knot of his necktie.

She stopped his words with her lips, dropping her handbag to the rug
and kicking the door closed with the back of her foot. Her arms locked
around him before he could remove his hand from his tie and his arm was
pinned between their two bodies. She kissed him hot and long. Kissed
him with a blind, unchecked, neck-racking fury; kissed him so hard that
the tissue of her upper lip split on the curve of his canine tooth and
began to bleed. The salt taste of her blood flared on their tongues.
Rosa twisted her head on the pivot their lips made, twisted left, then
back to the right, then left again . . . she tried to core his face as
if it were an apple, right again, left . . . she ground his mouth flesh
with her own, moved one hand up to the back of his head and pressed his
face hard against hers. All the while savoring the taste of her blood
as it mixed with their combined saliva; her tongue forced its way past
his teeth and arched over the surface of his tongue, moved from side to
side in strong sweeps, drove deep into the warm depth of him, then
deeper still. Her fierce, hungry passion forced them one step further
into the room, bodies welded together, the sheer material of her red
dress crushed out of reality in the non-existent space between them.

Rosa felt the muscle of his tongue respond, come alive, rise up and
push against hers, and she let him force his way into her mouth,
plowing her hot tongue backward with his. As she took his tongue into
her mouth, Rosa felt a sweet, wrenching release of surrender infuse the
entire length of her body.

 'Oh, god,' she thought, 'I need his cock inside me!'

Her knees buckled. She felt the moisture inside the warm depths of her
hips. She sealed her lips around the circumference of his tongue,
suckled hard, pulled him in as fiercely as she could; tried to turn
herself inside out with the raw excess of her actions. She wrapped one
leg, and then the other, behind his legs. His knees, their sole
support, flexed slowly. His strength lowered them gently to the thick
carpet. They knelt, holding tightly, submerged in the dazzling hunger
of that endless, furious kiss. Dutch reached behind her thighs. He
lifted her slightly with his hands, made her legs extend straight on
either side of him. Still they kissed. Her dress slipped up toward her
hips, rode across smooth skin. Dutch leaned forward and lowered her
backside onto the plush rug. He put his fingers on her shoulders and
pushed gently. Rosa lay back on the rug. He brought her legs together,
and she raised her hips to let his gentle hands take her panties away.

He spread her legs again. Rosa watched as he stood up, watched him
remove his shoes and clothes. Pupils widened as she noted the still
thickening length of his prick coming free and swaying, fully erect in
front of his stomach as the last of his clothing was tossed aside. He
knelt again. His eyes explored her. Panting with sheer excitement she
watched him looking at her.

"So . . . how much did you get for it?" He asked.

"She felt as if his eyes were boring holes in her chest; had trouble
forming intelligent words to respond. She had to whisper,
"$352,000."

Recoiling in shock, Dutch gasped, "What!"

"They . . . each had one last offer. The couple from Finland offered
$330,000. The ones from Santa Monica said $327,500, and the Florida
couple, two guys, won with $352,000."


"I thought . . . maybe two-twenty five or so. I never imagined
anything like this . . . you are some salesman Rosa."

"Saleswoman, dear," she smiled up at him, deliriously happy.

"Saleswoman of the year," he said and she saw the hunger in his
eyes.

Rosa bent her knees, parted her legs more to let him see every swelling
curve of her. Something told her to lie still . . . open . . . waiting.
Dutch lowered himself to her . . . his lips a fiery fraction above the
apex of her cunt. Then he tenderly drew one of her folds into a
half-suck, half-kiss. Rosa tried to endure his feather light lips
touching, touching . . . and she was over the edge!

Her spine arched; her head went back; her eyes fluttered, then shut;
her neck muscles contracted and time became a blur of shattered
seconds.

Rosa knew it was coming, but when it hit it was different than any
other time. This was a fury of white sensation; electric, ripping
through her body at a fantastic speed without letting up. It kept on .
. . shattering any defenses she might have had in place to check it.
Without thinking any further she let the reins of self-control loose
and shuddered her way to a new, sparkling place.

Two hours passed.

Two hours near the door.

Things were knocked off tables. A chair was pushed three feet. A
curtain was pulled and torn. Ice cubes melted in a plastic cup, and
then that cup tipped over. Papers and a yellow pencil, once safe on the
desk, were strewn on the floor. Then, worn and sweetly injured, like
stragglers from an obscure battlefield, they limped side-by-side to the
waiting car; forgetting dinner, obsessed with getting home. They got
home had at one another again and then slept on soft white sheets. They
woke around ten-thirty and showered together. Then filled the tub and
tried to scrub each other with a white washcloth.

But nipples turned to hard erasers.

Things swelled.

Lips found lips again and feasted, and they made love once more, Rosa
astride Dutch's lap, facing him. Dutch buried deep inside her. Arms
sore from hugging, hugged again. And water splashed on the floor. She
turned around, her wet shinny back to him, skin slippery, suds sliding
down her dusky curves. She moved back on hands and knees, legs outside
his legs, then reached between her thighs and centered him in the folds
of her cunt.

"What?" Dutch exclaimed just before Rosa pushed herself back
forcing him into her.

"I like it this way," was all she said, accepting him rather
easily. She moved agilely up, then down, her fingers tight around his
hard, thick shaft that surged in the water.  He could see himself
filling her. He grew longer and thicker and began to tremble under her
urgent remonstrations. Now that Dutch was reacting to Rosa's actions,
the water began to splash over the rim of the tub. Before they finished
they got out of the tub and leaving the water on the floor, retreated
back to their bed where she mounted him once again.

In good time, she lifted off him and moved the top of his still very
rigid prick to the opening of her bottom. She released him and reached
out to a liquid lotion dispenser on the night table beside the bed. She
pushed the silver plunger with the heel of her hand, filled her palm
with cool cream, reached back. His hand touched hers, she tipped her
palm.

"Mmmmmm," was all he said to this.

Then Rosa placed both hands on the head board, braced on all fours. She
felt one of his hands press down on her lower back. A lean finger on
his other hand moved at and then inside her. He massaged her slowly,
stretched her; made her ready. Then
Rosa reached around behind her and fingered him like a flute as his
cock lay along the narrow of her ass. He heard her sign . . . was it
anticipation or resignation, he wondered. But she arched up and aimed
his massive instrument to the jelly moistened, dark, prune-like hole.

Dutch realized he had been holding his breath and slowly released it.
It sounded similar to Rosa's earlier sigh. His large hands clasped
her rear and he looked up along her spine as his cock made its initial
contact with her rectum and saw her shoulders twitch and her head
burrow down into the pillow.

Rosa felt the push of his cock between her cheeks. She willed herself
to relax, but she wanted him so much; lusted for him to ravage her back
there . . . .

Both bodies trembled. Long delicious minutes passed as he began to mate
with her asshole. She grew dizzy, faint, as her inside muscles began to
accept the slow violation. Then both his hands hooked around her waist,
forcing her back and down. His power began to slide into her, guiding
fingers not needed now.

Down.

For the first time, Dutch realized that Rosa made different sounds when
he was behind her; deeper, much more guttural in tone. And the view he
had of their intercourse was unparalleled: he can see all of her -
all of himself - until he disappears inside her.
Rosa's backside was now pressed hard against his grinding hips. Rosa
has a vision of being impaled on his thick prick as it sloshed through
her juicy innards until it choking her by surging to her throat. She
knew this wasn't the case, for she felt him rocking back and forth
against her buttocks, but the image would stay with her for some time
to come.
She felt his testicles slap against her hindquarters and found she had
taken all of him into her rectum. 'I never would have thought . .
.' she told herself, and then hissed through clenched teeth as he
slammed into her again.
Dutch was now laboring for breath. Rosa's breathing was even more
ragged than his.
She felt his hand groping between her legs and tried to spread herself
wider to grant him unlimited access to her privates.
His fingers scissored along her swollen clitoris and Rosa felt shock
waves throughout her entire body as an intense pleasure erupted through
her nervous system.
"YES!" She screamed. "MORE! MORE! MORE!"
Slamming her hips back at him in a futile attempt to engulf even more
of his cock than he had to give.
"ARGHHH!" She grunted and her juices rushed out from between her
legs. Dutch stopped moving and Rosa felt his cock pulsating in her
asshole. But Dutch could see as well as feel and he watched almost
entranced as her puckered asshole sucked him in then spat him out. He
increased his tempo and caused Rosa to shudder and go to a place
she'd never been to before.
And from behind her, Dutch moaned loudly and sent his seed spurting out
to coat the inner fissures of her ass.
Rosa's whole being was concentrating on the cock still buried in her
ass. With a tremendous sense of loss she felt it shrinking. Unwilling
to loose the pleasure it provided, she willed her asshole to clench
around his deflating prick. This only provided sufficient pressure to
expel his cock from her hole.
Rosa cried out in despair as his cock exited her ass. Her eyes closed
and her mind drifted in the euphoria of ecstasy.
Several minutes passed as they lay entwined spooning one another. And
then she spoke, her voice ragged and hoarse.
"Let me up. I gotta go to the bathroom," she whispered and wobbled on
shaky legs to the master bathroom. Her asshole seemed like the center
of her universe and she reached back, forgetting that he could see her,
and fingered the tender opening. His load started to seep out. Her
finger slid in to stop the flow. She walked in to the bathroom and
started to close the door.
"Leave it open," Dutch called out, and she did so as she squatted on
the toilet bowl. It took her over a minute before she could pee and
only after a long fart did she manage that.
"Sorry," she called out and felt herself flush in embarrassment.
She wiped herself clean and returned to the bed and saw that his proud
cock was now limp and inert. Dutch began to dress, but she continued to
stare at his member until he had tucked it away in his briefs. Then she
too, reached for her clothing.
It was a little after midnight and they found they were both starving
and found a nearby diner and ate voraciously. Then back home and to bed
after checking to see if Kathy was home.
As Rosa opened the bedroom door and looked in on her daughter, she was
taken with how sensual yet innocent Kathy appeared and signaled Dutch
to come over. Just as he got to the doorway Kathy rolled over and
presented a great view of her golden fleeced pussy. He drew in his
breath at her beauty and got hard instantly. Rosa felt him pressing
against her and grew moist.

As if in the midst of a sexy dream, Kathy's hand went to a breast and
caressed it lazily while her other hand went down to her pussy.
Dutch's jaw fell open as her nipple hardened and her finger slipped
inside her slit. Rosa, smiling, closed the door and taking him by the
cock, led him into her bedroom.

"Be quiet, don't wake her," was all she said as she took him in
her mouth and gave him a frenzied blowjob. After he climaxed they were
too tired to go any further and fell asleep.

***

The following day at the hospital Dutch sought out Robert to ask about
engagement rings.

"Engagement rings?" Robert asked with a knowing smile. "Why this
is sudden. Is it anyone I know?"

"Cut the shit, Robbie, you know its Rosa. I sold . . . or I should
say she sold my place for a bundle; and while I won't get the money
until they close I think the time is ripe to do it. So do you know
anyone in the diamond business?"

"Yes, I do. Moe Shulman's place over on Rodeo Drive."

"That's money lane. Can I get a break there?"

"Sure you can, I operated on his daughter a year ago and he loves me.
Sends me flowers, or sends them to Alice at least once a month. He's
told us to come by anytime and ask for him, we'll get it at cost."

"That's you, I'm not you."

"Ah, we'll never go there. I'll call him and tell him you're a
good friend and I'm sending you over.

And so it was that Dutch found himself at Shulman's Jewelry just
before six. It was quiet, not much traffic as most people were just
getting home from work and either eating or getting ready to eat.

Robert had called and made arrangements with the owner to expect Dutch,
but even Dutch was surprised to be greeted by a dazzling blonde in a
deep green dress.

"Mr. Perry?"

"Yes."

"We've been expecting you. I'm Marcia Dyes and may I say you come
highly recommended."

"Thank you," he said but his eyes were centered on her cleavage.

"What style ring do you prefer?"

"Let me be honest with you," he said his eyes still on her breasts.
It didn't seem to bother her at all. "I don't know a thing about
rings, engagement or otherwise. I'm relying on you to help me out
with this." As he finished speaking, his eyes lifted and met
Marcia's, they were green, the same shade as the dress. He wondered
if it was contacts or nature, but she shifted position to bend forward
and reach for a tray of rings in the counter below their waists, and he
could almost see her nipples.

Rising up, she saw where he was looking and a smug smile crossed her
face. It was a fleeting smile and no one noticed, but Marcia's
confidence was bolstered. Her tits had never let her down, especially
when a sale was involved.

"The prong setting is the one most often used to hold a solitaire.
Solitaires being the most popular type stone sold these days." She
held the tray out at chest level and Dutch had to will himself to look
at the selection of rings before him.

Marcia continued talking. "Prong setting puts the emphasis on the
stones and not the metal. It involves fitting the diamond in a metal
head or basket and securing it with a minimum of three prongs or metal
claws. The purpose of any setting is to hold the diamonds securely in
the mounting and at the same time allow light to enter the diamonds for
maximum brilliance. The shape of the prongs can vary. They may be
rounded, elongated or pointed. There are many decorative variations of
this setting style."
She paused to catch her breath and then went on, "The more metal used
to hold the diamonds, the more secure they are; the less metal used,
the greater the chance for the diamond to reflect light. For this
reason, platinum is often the metal of choice for diamond solitaires.
The ideal prong tapers to a rounded point. . . ."
Half listening, Dutch wonder what kind of point her nipples came too,
and then struggled to concentrate on Marcia's words.
"It should be smoothly finished, diminishing any chance of the prong
snagging the threads of your clothes. The prongs should also be placed
at the key points of the stone, typically at four corners or at four,
five or six points evenly spaced around the stone, to offer security
without interfering with the stone's brilliance," she demonstrated
this by pointing to the various types before them on the tray.
"Believe me, it can hold large diamonds securely, and a woman values
that. Imagine losing the stone down the sink drain, or while
swimming." She was looking at him staring at her breasts and allowed
herself another smug smile.

"Settings with six prongs are more secure than those with four prong.
This setting allows diamonds to be more easily cleaned than the other
styles. It can be used to set any type of gemstone, no matter how
fragile it is."

"All right," he said interrupting her. "That's what I want, the
six prong, yeah, the six."

"Well, if I may provide just a little more information Mr. Perry,
this style may not provide as smooth of a ring surface as some of the
other styles. For example, it does not protect diamonds as well as
other styles since it leaves most of the girdle are exposed."

"I don't understand," he said, tearing his eyes away from her
cleavage to look at her green eyes. "Don't you want me to buy a
ring?"

"Certainly I do. But Mr. Perry, how shall I put this . . . a woman
wants to show off her stone. If it's larger than that our girlfriends
so much the better, for women tend to judge a man's prowess by the
size of the engagement ring on his girl's finger. Um, sort of like
the way men judge other men by the size of their, um, feet."

He smiled at her and Marcia felt just the slightest tingle in her
stomach and shrugged it off.

"I don't know about any guy's feet, mind you, but I expect
you're right about the size of the rock on the ring."

"Yes, well . . . let me show you some our diamonds. What size did you
have in mind?"

"A large stone would be nice. Give me some sizes."

"It would be better if you told me roughly how much you want to
spend." What Dutch didn't know was that Mr. Shulman had instructed
Marcia to give this customer a forty percent discount. That is, if
Dutch were to buy a $30,000 ring it would cost him $18,000.

"Well, how about showing me some stones, maybe I'll have an idea of
what I think the size should be and we'll take pricing from there."

"Very good Mr. Perry, please excuse me for a moment, I'll be right
back." Marcia headed for a door at the rear of the jewelry store,
punched in a combination and closed the door behind her.

True to her word she returned moments later bearing a tray covered by a
red velvet cloth. She placed the tray on the counter in front of him
and slowly removed the red velvet covering.

He had to blink his eyes from the brilliance of the diamonds at his
fingertips. He looked at her and immediately noted she had unbuttoned
two buttons at the top of her dress, and now much of one breast was
exposed.

"Not good enough," he said.

Stunned at his remark, Marcia could only stammer, "I beg your
pardon?"

"The two buttons you opened, they're not enough. Take the tray back
and remove the bra, then bring the tray back. If you want to tease me,
tease me, but don't be half-way about it or I'll take my business
elsewhere."

No one had ever spoken to her like that in all her 24 years. Marcia was
dumfounded. What should she do? Tell him to get out? Mr. Schulman might
fire her, this was a person receiving a huge discount and that was not
usual for the store, no it was highly unusual, suggesting that this Mr.
Perry was some VIP as far as Mr. Shulman was concerned. Then as she
thought about it, it was rather exciting to be spoken to that way. What
confidence he must have, she thought, and was moving to comply before
she realized it.

As she returned to the counter sans bra, she felt her nipples expanding
with excitement and a deft little tingle reverberated in her pussy. He
was something special, she told herself as she placed the tray back on
the counter.

"That's better," he grinned at her and the tingle began to spread
upward to her breasts.

"Did the air conditioning cause them to spout like that?" He asked.

"Excuse me," she said fighting off a stutter.

"Your nipples . . . they've popped out a good half inch since you
returned."

"How . . . how dare you speak to . . .?"

"Why not shut up and tell me about the stones?" He said genially
enough.

"Business," she reminded herself, "keep your mind on business.'

"Okay," she began and picked a large stone from the grouping and
placed it to one side and pointed to it. "A larger diamond such as
this is more valuable simply because it is found less frequently in
nature than a smaller diamond. As it is rarer, the price per carat
increases as the diamond gets larger; however, carat weight has no
bearing on diamond color, clarity, or cut.
Those are other aspects that one must pick and chose from as well."

He was intent on studying the stone she had selected and much to her
relief was ignoring her breasts.

She resumed her brief lecture. "The way a diamond is cut, its shape,
as well as symmetry, and proportions, has a direct influence on the
brilliance of a diamond. The precision of the cut dictates the amount
of light that the diamond will refract and reflect. The more expertly
it has been cut, the greater its brilliance will be."
"I see," he said and steadfastly ignored her body, concentrating on
the stones for the moment.

"Mmmm, now as to clarity, you must remember that a diamond is carbon
that crystallizes in the earth for millions of years. During the
crystallization process a variety of inclusions in the crystalline
structure may occur. These inclusions, described by terms such as:
cloud, feather, dark inclusions, etc., are found in almost every
diamond and are generally caused by conditions present when the diamond
was formed, though blemishes may also occur during the polishing
process. The grading for clarity measures how many or few of these
flaws are found, and gives special consideration to where they are
located in the diamond."

"So how do I know good clarity from, say inferior clarity?"

"Good question. Since nature makes nothing absolutely pure or
perfect, those diamonds with few inclusions are most rare and command a
higher price. The industry wide scale ranges from the low end or
imperfect I-3, to the best "gem quality", the internally flawless
IF/FL."

"If it's within my price range that's what I want."

"I'm sorry, what was that you said?"

"I want the flawless, if I can afford it."

"Oh, yes, of course, well we don't have any flawless stones of any
consequence, but these, such as this one . . . are of the very good
rating, that is VS2. And this stone here is 1 � carets."

"I'd prefer a larger diamond," he said and pointed to the largest
one on the tray. "Like this one. How many carets is this one?"

That's about 2 carets," she said reaching for the loupe. "Yes, it
is, 2 carets... that would cost  . . . let's see . . . . about
$8000."

"Oh . . ."

"So he's not a big spender," she thought and prepared to show him
a lesser quality stone.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I figured I'd spend about $15,000."

"Fifteen . . ." Marcia gasped.

"Yeah, why that's not enough for a decent ring?"

"No, that's plen . . . I mean, that's sufficient, Mr. Perry, very
sufficient. In fact that will be the largest sale I've had today,"
she said and thought to herself, 'it's the largest sale I've ever
had. My God with a 40% discount that means he wants  . . . a $25,000
diamond!'

"Let me see, there is another tray you should see. I'll be right
back."

"Can I come back with you?"

"Oh, no. Policy, Mr. Perry, policy."

What's in there?" he pointed to another door.

"That's mostly storage . . . err, Jeff repairs watches and rings
during the morning hours."

"Can I go in there?"
"But why?"

"You bring the stones and show them to me in there all right?"

"That's most unusual," she said, flustered at this strange
request.

"Then you can show me those lovely breasts of yours and we'll see
which sparkles the most."

"I . . . what!"

"I know you heard me. So get the stones. I'll be waiting in
there."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then made for the vault. Once
inside she drew a tissue from a box found on a table and wiped the
perspiration from her brow.

'This is insane,' she thought, 'Here I am, engaged to Justin all
of two weeks and I'm chomping at the bit to have this guy touch
me.'

Marcia bit her lip. 'Touch me? I want him to bend me over the desk
and fuck my brains out! I haven't come close to an orgasm with Justin
and he walks in and my knees shake. "Show me your tit's he said,"
and the tingle returned to that area between her legs. Speaking to
herself, she said, "No, he didn't say that exactly, he said you can
show me those lovely breasts, yeah that was more like it . . . and
we'll see which sparkles more.'

Exhaling, she bent at the waist, reached up under her dress and removed
her pantyhose. "No sense in ruining a good pair of hose," she
muttered under her breath, and then located the tray of diamonds.

When Marcia came out of the vault room he was no where in sight. Marcia
strode straight to the entry door and locked it, placing the closed
sign on the glass door. Then she walked haltingly to the repair room
where he was waiting. With every other step she felt a pending orgasm
growing and almost dropped the diamond tray when she opened the door
and saw him standing there, waiting for her, legs spread stroking his
huge erection which was pointed directly at her.

"Ohhh!" Marcia gasped and almost dropped the tray. Would have had
not Dutch leapt forward and caught it, quickly pivoted to his left and
deposited it on the work bench. Just as quickly he whirled back to her,
placed his hands around her waist and hoisted her up onto the
windowsill of a black painted, barred window. Then his hands were on
her knees and under the dress, sliding along her silken underwear.
Marcia tried to spread her legs, but her precarious position prevented
her from doing so.

His voice was rough and husky when he spoke. "Show me those
breasts!"

Marcia's hands moved unwaveringly to the bodice of her dress,
unbuttoning the remaining buttons and freed her voluptuous mounds for
his inspection. His face immediately plunged between them as he kissed
first one and then the other. Suddenly he changed tactics and surprised
Marcia by pushing them up toward her face. Her mind already filled with
thoughts of nasty, lust she stretched her tongue out and lazily flicked
at the tips of her nipples stimulating them into blunt points like
large pencil erasers.

Keep doing that," he said as his hand reached her saturated cunt and
his index finger slipped through the parted lips of her sex.

Marcia moaned and heart pounding, tried to raise her hips to his
questing finger, but the scant ledge she was perched on wouldn't
allow it.

"Fuck me!" She moaned loudly. "Fuck me!" only to be stunned
with the gentleness he showed in spreading her apart.

With anticipation Marcia didn't recall ever having had before; she
hastily reached down, took hold of the soles of her feet and leaned
back, opening herself to him and his monstrous cock. Only to be
surprised by this strange man once again.

For rather than fuck her he chose to eat her instead; and leaning
forward, kissed her flaming labia causing her to go rigid from the
sensation. Pausing a moment for effect, Dutch allowed his tongue to
drift upward to her clit and flicked the very tip of it across her oh
so vulnerable nub.

Marcia exploded, jolting into a prodigious orgasm from that light touch
upon her clit. But of course, so many other things had helped her
achieve this glorious effect.

And somewhere in her subconscious she realized he hadn't stopped, but
continued lapping at her now frothy juncture, scooping up her juicy
emissions and noisily slurping them down his throat. The pure nastiness
of it brought on another climax and Marcia quickly wilted, and would
have collapsed had she not been supported by the window itself.

Perhaps another minute passed before he stopped eating her and reaching
a hand behind her neck drew her face to his. Before he kissed her he
smiled and said, "You have the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted. Even
your musky odor is intoxicating."

Her face moved to his so incredibly fast that Marcia split her lower
lip from the impact, but that did not deter her hunger for his mouth.
Tasting herself for the first time, she was incredulous at how erotic
everything he did to her seemed. She had had two other men make love to
her, including her fianc�e, but nothing compared to what she was now
feeling. And fleeting across her consciousness was the thought that he
had yet to enter her.

Their tongues dueled, they swallowed each other's saliva and she knew
she was about to come again from this torrid kiss.

Dutch knew it was time to move on and brought his hand down to her
groin and massaged her entire vulva with the palm of his hand. Then he
slapped her cunt twice in succession. Startled by the intense wave of
pleasure it caused, she moaned into his mouth and bit his lip. Now they
were swallowing one another's blood and saliva.

'His hand!' she thought, 'It's everywhere!'

It wasn't, but it certainly seemed like it was; sliding over her
lightly furred mons; dipping a finger between her slippery labia; even
teasingly circling her asshole.

Marcia found that she was 'embarrassed to be soooo wet there!'
Thinking, 'I've never been like this before,' then moaning
against his cheek.

'His cheek --- how rough it felt! His beard must be growing even as
they were embracing like this. What a strange thought to have at a
moment like this,' she thought and lost herself to his inquisitive
hands.

"Oh, my God!" She wailed, as his thumb slid into her sloppy wet
cunt.

'That feels . . . It's his thumb in me!' Once again the wave of
intense pleasure swept over her and her eyes rolled back in their
sockets.

"Sweet, Sweet, Sweet!" She crowed, as two more fingers slithered
in, hurriedly following the thumb. And as his tongue returned to her
pulsating clitoris -- matching the rhythm of his fingers -- Marcia came
hard.

When she finished shuddering through the orgasm, Dutch placed both
hands under her ass and raised her up. Unconsciously she understood his
prodigious cock would soon be slamming into her and instinctively
wrapped her legs around him.

"Put it in," he said clearly and distinctly. Yet she seemed not to
hear.

"Baby, put my prick inside you . . . now!"

"Mmmmm," she replied as her hand sought him, found him, marveling
at the pulsating, hot flesh in her grasp before rubbing the smooth head
against her wetness for a moment before easing the very tip of his
member between her hungry lower lips.

With a fierce jolt from his hips, he drove his entire length into her
and she cried out in both surprise and pain, but hung onto his
shoulders, determined not to lose him for even an instant.

Dutch continued to support her frame by holding her ass against his
body and began a slow, methodical fuck, ramming his prick deeply into
her so hard that her ass bounced off the wall. Each time this occurred
she grunted, followed by a soft woofing sound; and then made sure she
hadn't lost contact with him by wrapping her legs even tighter around
him. Soon they had an established rhythm going, bouncing off one
another each time he rammed her against the wall.

Lost in her fantasy, Marcia looked down and as if in a haze, watched
his massive prick surging in and out of her furred crevice.

It wasn't long before Dutch began to tire. "Let's change
positions," he gasped.

"Anything . . . you want," she croaked, her voice gone ragged with
lust, her body dulled to the pain of banging into the wall with every
thrust of his cock.

"But I want  . . . more, more, more!" she husked.

He struggled slightly, for she was humping continuously throughout and
set her down on a wooden chair. Dutch took a moment to absorb some of
Marcia's finer details -- how attractive her blond pubic hair is; how
the wispiness of it only partially hides the narrow chasm of her
pink-lipped cunt. And how, in her excitement, Marcia's cunt engorged
with blood -- swelling up until it resembled a fuzzy peach; with her
juice running out and down her slit until it dripped into the rosebud
of her asshole.

"I apologize," He said.

"Huh? Marcia emerged from her lust ridden haze long enough to ask.
"Whatever for?"

"Ignoring your tits."

She kissed him and gushed, "Oh, you darling man, you! Go on, suck
'em, smack 'em, bite them, just keep that cock going, please, baby,
please."

Dutch bent forward and Marcia held up her breast to his eager mouth. He
kissed her neck and throat, working his way closer to her breasts. When
he reached them he took his time, licking all around her chest,
especially in the valleys between them. During this period the only
sound in the closed room was the slop, slop, slop of his prick banging
into and out of her cunt.

When Marcia felt his hands caress the undersides of each breast, she
growled, "I won't break. Squeeze the damn things! Mash them! Pinch
them! Bite them! I love it!"

And as his hands and fingers responded to her demands she moaned --
lost in an aching rapture of lust.

A few minutes passed and Marcia's delirium rose. Dutch placed his
rigid member between her breasts and pressed them together, holding him
in place in her satiny valley. Then her hands rested lightly on his.

"I'll hold them for you," she whispered as he started to shove
his massive cock toward her mouth.

He removed his hands and Marcia, using her fingers to pinch her
nipples, mashed her breasts together and held his pulsing prick in
place while moving her neck enough to capture his errant thumb in her
mouth.

"Like this, do you?" He grinned. His face was a scant inch from
hers.

"Ummm," she moaned, erotically sucking on his thumb, working it
energetically with her tongue.

In truth, Marcia had never done this before. Nor had she ever
entertained the idea of being tit-fucked before. But she found it
enormously satisfying. Her nipples were charged as never before,
mini-orgasms were bombarding her senses and through it all she suddenly
realized that she could capture him in her mouth if she really tried
too.

Waiting for the next upstroke, Marcia licked her lips and bent her
head. She missed by a fraction of an inch.

Dutch saw what she was trying to do and on the next upstroke he held it
still for her. Marcia's hungry tongue managed to swirl around the
very tip of his turgid prick once before losing out to gravity. They
played this game for several minutes. By then she had developed the
knack of sucking one time and licking the next, while experiencing the
delights of a tit fuck that she would come to demand of all future
lovers as part of their lovemaking.

"Gonna come soon," he gasped. "Let me put it back into you."

"How?" she asked, both curious and anxious.

"Grab the windowsill there," he pointed and she complied. This
forced her to bend over and present her ass to him. He eased himself
back into her still frothy cunt, felt her clasp him firmly with her
vaginal walls. Dutch established a slow, methodical pace, his thighs
smacking into her ass with each stroke; his scrotum whipping against
her cunt. Another new, but delightful experience for Marcia and she
also filed that away for future use.

He began massaging her breasts as they hung swaying with each inward
thrust of his cock.
Squeezing, caressing, pinching them as she bit her lip from the sheer
delight of it all.

Then he felt it - the boiling starting in his balls - and began to
piston in and out at a much faster pace. Monica started coming
instantly. Dutch knew intuitively if he sped his actions up just a
fraction they could come together, and gave it his best.

He began to babble sweet little nothings to her.
"Oh, you . . . incredible, mmmmm, delicious bitch!"
He heard her draw in her breath and knew she was going to have a
monumental orgasm on top of all the others and continued fucking and
babbling to her.
"You're unbelievable . . . you're fucking fantastic!"
She came then; he could feel the contractions of her cunt as it tried
to milk the load from his prick.
"So fucking wild . . . I gotta have more! Oh, shit! Here I come into
that . . . wild, wet and juicy cunt!"
And he exploded into her as she continued squeezing him throughout his
ejaculation; her body flushed bright red, her heat intense enough that
he felt it burning his flesh as she came and came and came.
"And an ass to die for, too." He added a minute or so later. He was
finished except for the occasional after fuck twitch. Marcia heard him
from a distance as she continued to come for several more minutes, her
cunt holding his prick prisoner for the duration. He didn't mind, he
bit her still engorged nipples to pass the time and each bite brought a
series of new sensations to Marcia's delightfully tortured system.
***
Much later she stirred from their embrace and kissing him on the lips,
said, "The stone. We have to pick out a stone."
"He tried to rise, but couldn't. Her weight was positioned so that
she had to get up fist and she did, with Dutch following. Both moved
about on shaky, unfirm legs.
"This one is the finest one in the batch," she said after studying
the lot holding a large diamond in a tweezers. It has size, probably 3
� carets, clarity . . . shit! It's the best one period! Take it,
it's a huge bargain. Come on Dutch you cock waving bastard, this is
the one, say so and let's get out of here and fuck the night away at
my place."
"I can't," he said, suddenly forlorn. "I have a date. And I
want to give her the ring tonight."
Fighting her emotions, Marcia managed to hide her disappointment.
"Let's be practical. I can't set the stone in a setting of any
permanence. That has to be done by the jeweler and it will take at
least a day if we rush it."
But . . . ."
"No buts, that's the story." She frowned, giving serious thought
to the problem. She did want him to leave happy, especially after the
wonderful way he'd screwed her. Then it occurred to her that if he
accepted the ring as it was - with a temporary setting - and
brought it back he could give the ring to his girl tonight.
"Wait!" She said and told him about the temporary setting. He
grinned at her and picked her up and kissed her hard.
"You're wonderful!" He said and whirled her around in a circle.

"Put me down, put me down, I'm already dizzy," she laughed.
And so, after using his American Express card to pay just under
$15,000, he took the ring, carefully boxed, home with him.

If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part was,
or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.
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