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The Gathering

By Paris Waterman

Copyright 2003



Chapter 25 - Dutch gets engaged
Later that same evening Dutch managed to get Rosa alone. Kathy had been
pestering him to let her sit on his lap while perusing the computer and
as much as he loved the idea of her ripe body astride his lap and his
erection, he had more important business to conduct. And so at the risk
of hurting her feelings he ordered Kathy out of the "office" and
after she had slouched on out, mouthing silent protests he and Rosa
were alone at last.
"Didn't want her rubbing herself all over you did you?" She said,
shocking him with her words.
"What?"
"I can see where this is going, may I remind you she's only
sixteen."
"Hey," he said somewhat testily, I was only trying to . . ."
"Get in her pants?"
"Come on Rosa, I didn't mean anything of the kind. I'm trying
hard to bring a father image to our relationship. She's . . ."
"A horny teenager?"
"Well, yeah, she is that, but she's also at an age where she has
to, or feels she has to test her femininity with a male. I happened to
be handy."
Rosa laughed in his face. He could tell she was worked up about
something but not what. 'Women,' he thought, 'if she knew what he
was about to do . . .'
"Dutch?"
"Mmmm?"
"You look like you're a million miles away. We're having a serious
conversation, come on back."
"I'm sorry, truly I am."
Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her against him, kissing
her mouth passionately. His hands slid down her back, and he could feel
her trembling as they kissed; felt the passion building. She leaned
harder against him, and he fell gently against the wall. With one arm
tight around her waist, he slowly moved his other hand up her side,
under her arm. She moaned and pushed forward as his thumb touched her
nipple, circling it gently, causing it to grow hard. She moaned against
his mouth, pressing one leg between him and lightly grinding against
him. There was no way in the world that she wouldn't be able to tell
how turned on he was at that exact moment. His finger and thumb met ---
the tip of her nipple between them.
He broke off the kiss and immediately began to stammer. "I . . . I .
. . been leery of relationships, um, I mean, prolonged relationships,
ever since, um, Marilyn and I split up. I don't need the pain or the
heartache that goes with the dissolution of a relationship, you
know?'
"Whatever are you . . .?"
He squeezed her nipple a little harder, and she brought her thigh up,
rubbing it hard against his crotch. Her fingers clawed at the back of
his head, and they renewed the kiss, their tongues reaching, stroking,
seeking more from each other. He wanted to taste her, feel her nipple
in his mouth. Pulling away from her lips, he started kissing down her
neck, lazily running his tongue against her sweet skin. Her hands
pushed the top of his head down, coaxing him, guiding him to where she
wanted his mouth. He could smell her skin and her excitement, adding to
his own.
He lifted her chin with his finger, looking into her watery eyes and
tried reading her thoughts. It didn't work. He went on instinct.
"God, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life,
Rosa. I want to hold you until the end of time. I want to make you
happy, share your victories and your disappointments. I wish I could
express to you exactly what I feel for you, but I can't seem to find
the words."
"You're doing pretty good so far," she whispered. A single tear
rolled down her cheek.
"I love you." The words fell from his lips easily, and cupping her face
in his hands, he leaned down and kissed her softly and then pulled
back, brushing the tears back from her cheeks.
"Will you marry me?"
Rosa blinked back more tears, unable to think or talk.
She had a million things to say, or thought she did, but after a pause
decided on a simple, "Thank you for asking. I accept, yes, I will
marry you."
Only no words came out.
"Rosa, I said, will you marry me?"
"Marry you?" She croaked and cursed herself for her own ineptitude.
"Yes."
"Me?"
"Yes."
She struggled to say something, anything that wasn't inane and
blurted, "I always wanted my guy to kneel down. You know, I mean a
proposal has a kind of ritualistic bearing to it, right?"
 "I guess . . ."
"So?"
He knelt down on one knee and looked up at her. "Rosa, will . . . will
you do me the honor of accepting this proposal of marriage?"
"There's no ring," she said calmly, although her heart was racing
faster than it ever had before.
"Pardon?"
"A ring . . . haven't you thought this out?" And she was
immediately chagrined at her lack of decency. The poor guy was asking
her to marry him and she had been hoping for weeks that he would. Why
in God's name was she tormenting him now?"
"Oh shit . . . I forgot!" he said, reaching into his pocket.
In the next room, Kathy, eavesdropping as usual, lost her balance and
fell on her ass, but neither Rosa nor Dutch heard a sound. Both were
staring at the ring encased in the jeweler's box after he had pried
it open.
"My God!" was the extent of Rosa's audible commentary, what she
was actually thinking was indescribable.
"I know, I know, it's not the biggest ring in the world . . ."
She found her voice at last. "It isn't?" Her eyes were popping
out of her head. Rosa had never seen anything close to this size
diamond, nor had she ever heard of a stone this large other than the
famous "Hope" Diamond and of course the rock Liz got from her Marc
Anthony, better known as Richard Burton.
"Do you like it?"
"Like . . . it?" I absolutely adore it!" Kathy! Kathy come here,
NOW!"
The door swung open and the young teen rushed in.
"What? What? What?"
"Look, Look, Look!"
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Mama, you're engaged!"
"Yes! Yes!"
"How wonderful!"
And they hugged and danced around the room until Rosa broke away
shouting, "Mom, I got to tell Mom!"
Dutch stood there dumbfounded. One minute Rosa was hedging on whether
to accept his offer of marriage, the next she'd gone ballistic.
As Rosa dialed her mother, Sue, Kathy used the opportunity to give
Dutch a hug of her own, followed by a French kiss. Absentmindedly, he
groped her ass, then realized what was happening and after just the
briefest of squeezes, let his hand brush over her breast. Then he
stepped away and told Kathy, "See if your Mother needs you," and
gave her a friendly swat on the behind. Kathy skipped merrily out to
find Rosa and they hugged again as Rosa was trying to describe the size
of the diamond to her equally excited mother.
Maybe a minute passed before Rosa, still on the phone, called out,
"Dutch!" And never took her eyes off the diamond, "Just how big
is this thing?"
"Something over 3 carets," he said, worried that it wasn't
sufficient.
"Three carets! Oh, my God!" and she was off again, half hysterical,
half overjoyed.
"Well you got us such a great deal on the house . . ." He began.
Rosa seized on the 'us' and her heart was overcome with pure love
for this man. When she hung up the phone, he took her into his arms and
calmed her down, telling her she still needed to have the ring properly
sized and mounted. "It can all be done tomorrow," he told her. You
can also have it appraised at another jeweler's and get it insured
and all the other stuff that goes with it."
"What other stuff?" She asked wondering if they would really have
the ring ready tomorrow.
Kathy interrupted them, calling a quick goodbye and dashed over to
Peggy's to tell her the news.
"I don't know, isn't there other stuff involved?"
"Beats me," she said staring at her diamond, still not accepting
that it was hers.
"I know this will kill you," he said, "but put the ring back into
the box so we don't lose the stone somewhere, it is loose in that
setting, I couldn't buy it and not let you see, but it's not ready
to wear just yet."
Sighing longingly, she agreed, but only after wearing it for a few more
minutes did she finally put in into the box for safekeeping.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
"A little. Want to go out and grab something?"
"Yeah," he said, "sounds good.
Rosa's friskiness was back and she wanted to do something special for
Dutch and on an impulse she asked, "Honey, do you have a favorite
fantasy?"
"A fantasy? Like what?"
"Oh, like . . . having six women at a time, you know, like your own
harem. Something like that."
"I don't know . . . I'd have to think about that. How 'bout
you?"
"Me? Oh, I'd like to lie naked on a bed and have fruit and whipped
cream and maybe chocolate sauce smeared all over my body and then my
prince would show up and lick it all off of me."
"Sounds like you've had this . . . fantasy for a while."
"Mmmm,' she leered at him, "maybe I have."
"They looked at each other and the room seemed much warmer than it
had been only moments before.
"Get naked," he told her. I'll see what I can put together.
Without a word, Rosa scampered into the bedroom and began tearing off
her clothes. Dutch poked his head in the doorway and said, "It's
all right to start without me. I may be a few minutes getting things
together."
Several minutes passed before he checked on Rosa. Opening the bedroom
door he saw she had two fingers moving in and out of her cunt while the
fingers of her other hand calmly wiggled the pink glistening folds at
the top of her cleft, one in particular was flicking her clit, circling
it and then flicking it, teasing it over and over again as the fingers
on her other hand surged in and out, of her pussy, making wet sucking
noises with each thrust. All the while, Rosa's breasts jiggled up and
down, her nipples hard with excitement; seeming to be begging for him
to touch them, or pinch them, or bite them.
He hurried over to her and set his tray of materials down on the floor
beside her. On the tray were: A bowl of ice cubes, several large sized
strawberries, a quart of vanilla ice cream, a plastic bottle of
Hershey's chocolate and some whipped cream.
"Don't stop," he said. "I've brought a few things to
entertain us."
"Mmmmm," she moaned, quite close to coming already. He decided to
let her have her orgasm and start over after she had recovered from it.
Her fingers blurred and a grimace appeared on her face. One hand had
gravitated to her left breast and was tweaking that nipple.
And right before his eyes she grunted and started to come. She went
rigid and then slowly relaxed a beatific smile on her face. Perhaps a
minute passed. Her eyes opened and she focused on him.
"You're late. I came without you."
"I'm sure you'll come again," he grinned at her.
"I'm sure I will too. So what have you got for me?"
With that, Dutch took the chocolate syrup and poured some over the
strawberries. He lifted them above her head and let some chocolate drip
off and onto her face before lowering the fruit to her open, waiting
mouth.

Rosa bit into the strawberry, then giggled, "Hope you're going to
clean this mess up."

"Don't worry, everything's going into the washer, and that
includes you."

She was laughing hard as he leaned forward and licked some chocolate
sauce from her nose. They kissed, gently, and he shared some ice cream
with her, placing a small spoonful on her tongue and then trying
playfully to steal it from her.

Then his hand reached down and came up with an ice cube.

"What are you going to do with that?" She asked, eyes glittering
with renewed desire.

He didn't answer, but used the very tip of the ice cube to circle
around her areola of her right breast while placing his mouth on the
other. The distinction of hot and cold, applied at the same time sent a
thunderbolt to Rosa's cunt. Her back arched, sending her breasts up
and out to meet whatever pleasurable substances he choose to apply
next.

He used whipped cream and ice cream and teased her elongated tips with
a half-bitten strawberry, eventually offering it to her extended
tongue. Then he went to work on her breasts, licking the gooey
substances from her chest.

"What, no chocolate?" She whined, pretending to be offended.

"I've got that covered. Thing is, where do you want me to cover you
with it?"

"Everywhere."

He'd dipped his finger in the chocolate and was traced a warm brown
line along her neck and shoulder.

"Jesus, that feels . . . so sexy!"

"Does it now?" He asked with a broad grin on his face.

"And nasty, too."

"How so?" He asked circling her nipples with the dark brown syrup.

"It's like you're coming on me. And that's both naughty and
nasty. But it feels good, and so you want to . . ."

He had poured a good amount into the palm of his hand and was rubbing
into her pussy.

Rosa's leg's opened of their own volition, and she bit her bottom
lip in anticipation.

"Oh, Christ, yeah! Right there! Oh, yes!"

"Good eh?" Two chocolate coated fingers slithered into her gooey
cunt and located her "G" spot.

"Shit! I'm coming again!"

"Please not while I'm having desert," he laughed and dropped a
scoop of vanilla ice cream on her slightly opened cunt as his fingers
departed and his mouth descended upon her.

She would never be sure just what triggered the explosive orgasm that
followed. It may have be the mere thought of what was transpiring; or
the sudden chill of the ice cream on her volcano hot cunt. But in her
heart Rosa was convinced that the touch of his fiery tongue as it
propelled the ice cream into her was the cause of her orgasmic
convulsions.

Later reminiscing over their antics, she told him that it had been
incredible. The ice cream - and his tongue moving the cold mixture
around inside her as his finger played with her swollen clitoris.

Added to that was the fact that he kept it up - her coming didn't
stop him. He added more ice cream to her cunt until the entire area was
a mess of vanilla and chocolate smeared all over his face.

When Rosa had recovered some, she noticed the whipped cream and said
"How come you didn't use any of that on me?"

"That's for you to use on me," he grinned lewdly at her.

Picking up the canister she used a liberal amount to create a frothy
mound over his turgid cock and balls before applying her mouth and a
generous amount of suction to cleaning it off. Since he hadn't come,
she smeared a generous portion of chocolate syrup over his member and
before she could get her mouth on it, he spun her body around and
rammed his prick into her still food-speckled pussy. Within thirty
seconds they were both coming and afterward lay exhausted on the soiled
sheets.

"So, how was it? He asked.

"Better than I ever imagined it would be," she purred contentedly as
his left hand stroked her chocolate stained thigh.

"Let's get cleaned up and grab a bite to eat," he said.

"Not just a bite to eat, Dutch. We've got to celebrate . . . you
know, dinner and dancing. I've got just the dress and you can even
wear a tie, that is if you want to," she cooed, batting her eyelashes
at him.

Dutch couldn't have been happier.

"Maybe we'll walk along the beach; maybe make love again." She
smiled at him, her love evident in the sparkle in her eyes.

***

Several hours later and after a wholesome meal, Dutch and Rosa found a
new place that featured dancing and were seated at a table close to the
bar. It was almost eleven and the trio of musician's were belting out
a pretty good version of "Fly Me to the Moon," when Rosa saw the
woman sitting down on a bar stool near them and ordered a drink. From
the expression on her face Rosa knew she was alone.

"So, Dutch, you never told me what you fantasy was," she said,
pretending to pout.

"I told you I hadn't really given any thought," he smiled back
and rose asking her to dance as the trio moved into the classic
"Scotch and Soda."

"Do you know this tune?" He asked as they pressed closer together.

"No, I don't think I do. It's rather nice, and the singer has a
nice voice too."

"It's called Scotch and Soda, kind of a bluesy lament."

"Mmmmm," she sighed, content with her life for the first time in
years.

"And you'll never guess who had the hit record. Well, it wasn't a
big hit, but it was on a great album and over the years has become a
kind of standard in jazz circles."

"I haven't the foggiest," she said and worked her thigh between
his legs, and then giggled.

"The Kingston Trio, but it was a solo and I never knew which one
recorded it."

Rosa gave him a typical female response indicating a deep interest in
what he was saying, but not really caring about the music. What was
really on her mind was discovering what Dutch's fantasy was. After
giving her that gorgeous ring and following through by letting her live
her own fantasy - and making it better than she had ever thought it
could be - she wanted only to please him as much as he had her.

And so as Dutch lost himself in the music, Rosa scanned the patrons in
the mirror behind the bar. She had already studied several couples
seated at nearby tables and found none interesting enough to pay
further attention too. She also ignored an older man apparently waiting
for someone to arrive.

However, the lone woman was still at the bar and caught her attention
and this time held it. There was something about her, but she
couldn't put her finger on it. The woman was nursing a drink and
smoking a cigarette.

Rosa found herself staring at the woman wearing a pair of skin tight
jeans, cowboy boots and a sexy red top that complemented her black or
at least very dark hair. An expensive leather jacket was slung over the
back of her barstool completed her ensemble. Then Rosa realized the
woman was crying, for she pulled a tissue from her purse and dabbed at
both eyes and blew her nose before taking a long drink from her glass.

'A woman with problems,' Rosa thought. "Dutch," she said
softly, "Check out the cowboy boots at the bar."

He took a long look and turned to face Rosa, "Very nice, but why are
you telling me to check out the competition?"

"I don't think I have any competition as far as you're concerned.
We got engaged this afternoon, remember?"

"Of course I do. I just meant . . ."

"Have you thought about your fantasy?"

"Umm, not too much."

"How do two women sound?"

"Great. But you know that already, I mean after Alice and Robert and
you and I partied . . . I just thought . . ."

"I mean with a complete stranger . . . like her."

"Hell, Rosa, I don't want to chase after anyone. I've got you and
I'm happy."

"So . . . how's this sound to you. I seduce her and you watch us
and join in after a while?"

"Sounds like it just became my fantasy," he said smiling. "In the
meantime, would you care to dance?"

Smiling back at him, Rosa shook her head 'no'. "Later," she
smiled. "Let me strike up a conversation with her first. If she's
worth pursuing you dance with her first, okay?"

"Sure," he said and leaned back in his chair as Rosa stood up and
made her way over to the woman wearing the cowboy boots. Dutch watched
as all the men in the place mentally raped Rosa and the other woman as
Rosa stood next to her.

Slowly, the woman realized Rosa was next to her and her eyes took her
in, appraising her automatically as she had with every other woman
she'd met for years.

"Can I bum a smoke from you?" Rosa asked, feeling slightly embarrassed
from all the male attention she was receiving.

The woman turned away from Rosa, reached for the package of
Marlboro's on the bar next to her and pushed them closer to Rosa.

"Help yourself," she said. And when Rosa had shaken one lose from the
pack, the woman held a lighter out and lit it, allowing Rosa to light
up.

"Many thanks," Rosa said, "It's been a while. I just felt the
need. My date just said something that got on my nerves and rather than
start an argument with him . . . well I wanted to put some space
between us and you were handy. So thanks again."

"Don't mention it," the woman said with a wane smile. "No man
is worth smoking over," she said and they both thought of the double
meaning behind the words and began to
laugh. "Well . . . I guess some leave you smoking afterward, and some
are just pigs."

Rosa threw her arm around the woman, saying, "You're funny. And to
think I thought I saw you crying a minute ago."

"I was, but you seem to have cheered me up. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Okay, my name's Rosa, that character at the table is Dutch, my
fianc�e; and that's as of today."

"Well, congratulations, Rosa. My name is Clarice, Clarice
Verblanc."

They shook hands. "Glad to meet you Clarice."

"Likewise, I'm sure," Clarice responded.

"Yeah, I was tearing up a bit. I came home from work and found my
husband in bed with my sister."

"My God, that must have been some scene."

"Not really. They don't know I saw 'em." The tears began to
roll down her cheeks and Rosa used her napkin to dab them away.

"Thanks," Clarice said and sniffed. "I still can't believe it.
My sister, that fuckin' cow . . . sorry, about the language," she
paused and stopped to light her own cigarette. "I should have guessed
she'd make a move on him . . ."

"Maybe it was the other way around," Rosa suggested.

"Does it really matter? I mean, there they were screwing each
other's brains out . . ."
Clarice was crying in earnest now, "And on my goddamn bed . . ."

She sniffed again and the tears came to a halt. "Anyway I need to get
away before I did something stupid."

"Probably the best thing you could do under the circumstances,"
Rosa said, commiserating with her.

Rosa crushed her cigarette out in the ashtray.

"Say, why not join us? We'd love some company and I'm sure you
need some right now too."

"Why not?" Clarice said and grabbing her purse with one hand, swung
her skin tight jeans around, scooped up her leather jacket with the
other and followed Rosa back to the table where Dutch was waiting.

Dutch saw to it that the drinks kept coming and eventually Clarice
warmed to him as she had to Rosa. Soon it was as if they were old
friends having the time of their lives. But Dutch noticed all the
attention Rosa was paying to their new friend, rubbing her shoulder,
touching her arm and squeezing her hand while emphasizing a point.

"Hey," Clarice yelled, "You guys only got engaged today. You
should be dancing, not bullshitting with me." And she picked up her
purse and made ready to leave.

"No!" Rosa yelled out. "Here, now you're right we should be
dancing, but I want you to dance with him first."

"I couldn't," Clarice protested.

"Why not? You need to be held by a man and Dutch here is a damn good
man." She giggled, and continued, "Not to mention he's hung like
a stallion!"

"Rosa!" Dutch yelled in protest, "Don't give away all my
secrets," he added with a faint laugh as he rose and held his hand
out to Clarice, who also got up. Dutch gave Rosa a knowing look, first
making sure that Clarice couldn't see his expression and then with
his arm around her waist they headed out onto the dance floor.
It took three dances before a slow tune began and Dutch gathered
Clarice in his arms in a very gentlemanly manner.
"You are a good dancer, Dutch."
"Thank you. May I say you're not so bad yourself."
"Tell me, how did you come by Dutch as a nickname?"
With a straight face he replied, "It's my real name."
Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh . . . I am so sorry."
He laughed and said, "Just kidding. I got it in the Navy. My best
buddy was Dutch and we were inseperable." He frowned and continued.
"There was a stupid accident and he was killed. Me too, almost
anyway. The guys gave it to me, partly because of our friendship and
partly because I was with him at the time and they all wanted to
remember him."
She leaned her body into his, relaxing for the first time. "That's
so sad. I'm sorry I asked, but glad I did at the same time. Is that
dumb or something?'
"No, not at all. It makes perfect sense. And his leg slipped between
hers just as the music ended and they had to make their way back to the
table.
He ordered another round of drinks as the band took a break. Clarice
looked at the couple next to her and smiled. Rosa placed her hand on
Clarice's.
Clarice felt the drinks working on her and as much as she was enjoying
their company, decided she had better go. 'But go to what?' She
thought. Still she felt she had to do something.
"I've really got to go." She announced. "You two have been just
the ticket. I really needed someone to talk with . . . spend some time
with, and the two of you . . ." Her voice broke.She started to get up
from the table, but her legs didn't provide the support she required
and she staggered, teetered and would have fallen if Dutch hadn't
caught her.
"Hey, are you all right?" He asked, truly concerned.

"Do you live nearby?" Rosa inquired.

"Yeah, maybe two miles. Oh, Dutch, I'm fine. Too much to drink I
guess, but I'm perfectly capable of driving . . ."

"Well we can't let you drive. Why don't we take you home and you
can pick up the car tomorrow?"

"Oh I couldn't impose on you guys . . ." Clarice protested.

Rosa noticed it was a weak protest and pushed the point. Clarice now
leaning against Dutch, took a deep breath and said, "I meant to tell
you . . ." she pointed a finger at Dutch. "You have the nicest
aftershave . . ."

"Thank you, Rosa bought it for me. Would you like the name?"

"Yeah, I . . . I'll buy some for my hus . . ." Reminded of why
she was out drinking, Clarice burst into tears.

Rosa used the opportunity to usher her out of the lounge and toward her
van, thinking they might be putting the air mattress in the back to
good use tonight.

After breathing in some fresh air, Clarice lost her maudlin feelings
and leaned against Dutch again. Suddenly she felt incredibly sexy and
summoning up the nerve she certainly lacked while sober, said, "Is it
true you're hung like a horse?"

"Naw," he said in reply, "But I am big. Wanna see it?"

She never would have said what she did next sober, but she did and the
word was out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Sure," she
blurted, "I'm game."

Dutch tossed Rosa the keys and opened the rear door, gave Clarice a
soft pat on the ass and said, "After you and I get in we'll have
the unveiling."

Clarice found that funny and giggled hysterically as she climbed in and
sat down on the air mattress.

"All the comforts, eh?" She giggled, not because of the mattress,
which was not uncommon in vans, but because she had just realized she
liked the feel of his hand on her butt.

"Would he really show her his cock?' she wondered. She glanced
around the parking lot had three cars in it and one of them was hers.

He didn't keep her waiting, but after unbuckling his pants, he
quickly lowered them and they fell around his ankles. He wore no
underwear, and his erection while not complete, was formidable enough.

"Put the light on, Rosa, give her a decent look," he said quietly
and squatted in front of her.

"How are you feeling Clarice? Do they call you Clara?"

"No, Clarice. I don't like Clara at all, it was my aunt's name
and I despised her for her meanness to my cat."

"So how are ya feelin'?"

"A little lightheaded and strange in that I'm in here, inches away
from your . . ."

"Cock?"

"Yeah . . . your cock."

He reached out to her and caressed her arm. Clarice found his touch so
delicate that the hairs on her arm stood up.

He remained squatting in front of her and noticed Rosa, in the front
seat carefully lowering the passenger seat back to enable her both a
field of vision to the goings on and easy access if she should decide
to join them.

Still holding her arm, he turned her palm up and licked its center,
slowly moving his tongue up the inside of her wrist.

Clarice thought this was the most romantic gesture and was suddenly
consumed by a desire to taste his cock.

Rosa noted Clarice's breathing was a just little faster and perhaps a
little shallower; her face was flushed; and she was rubbing the back of
her neck as if trying to make a decision.

As for Clarice herself, she felt herself growing hotter and found it
difficult to breathe. She rubbed her neck, then dabbed at her flushed
face while keeping her eyes riveted on the image of his cock as it
dangled in front of her.

'You don't have an erection!' She heard herself say aloud. Then
bit her lip in consternation as she realized he was laughing at her
comment.

"I will, be patient."

She had a strong desire to touch it and did so, but only after glancing
at Rosa who seemed to nod her assent. Clarice placed a hand under his
cock and hefted it, lifting it slightly so that it was nearly poking
her in the face.

"Jesus!" she murmured aloud, "it's so thick! Does he hurt you
with it Rosa?"

Rosa's laugh was a low tinkle. "No, never! It has the most . . .
exhilarating feeling. It fills me completely and I come every time
he's in me."

With an almost hypnotic movement, Clarice guided it to her lips and
drew it along her mouth, first over the upper lip and then the lower.
Then she licked it and in a few short seconds Dutch's crown was
lathered with her saliva.

Both Dutch and Rosa watched with fevered anticipation as Clarice
delivered the first suck to the glistening head.

"Mmmm, it tastes sweet," she murmured, and then widened her mouth
enough to accept him enough to swirl her tongue around the corona. To
herself Clarice thought, 'There is nothing like the sensation of
having a cock swell to full hardness in one's mouth.' Closing her
eyes she reveled in the different sensations as they presented
themselves to her; the soft, velvety texture of his flesh; the way in
which his cock actually jumped in her mouth; the pulsating warmth it
produced as it continued to grow, almost too alarming proportions.

'Would she choke on him?' she wondered.

She pulled back her teeth, careful not to bite him and allowed him to
continue expanding between her lips. A tentative suck brought a moan
from him and she realized someone was squeezing her right breast . . .
Rosa, it had to Rosa.

'No matter,' she told herself, 'it feels great and what the hell,
we're all friends here. I'm blowing her husband . . . no, her
fianc�e . . . he's her fianc�e, I gotta keep that straight,' she
told herself, feeling a little dizzy from the drinks and her euphoria.

Taking care so as not to choke on his thick length, she allowed another
inch or so into her mouth and then swallowed some of the excess saliva.
'It's actually amazing,' she told herself, 'I can lick him even
though it seems he's filled my mouth completely.

Dutch growing tired from squatting, knelt down, causing Clarice to
lower her head and raise her rear-end. Dutch hesitated a moment, then
began fucking her mouth with slow easy thrusts. Clarice's eyes
fluttered open and then closed as she adapted to his rhythm.

Rosa could hold back no longer, letting go of the woman's breast she
clambered into the back and knelt alongside Clarice.

As if directing a movie, she had Dutch lie on his back and before
positioning Clarice, began opening her jeans.

Realizing what she was up to; Clarice released Dutch and began
assisting Rosa. Soon her jeans were open and moving down to her hips.
Clarice recaptured the wandering prick, inserting back in her mouth and
she resumed her blowjob.

Rosa's hand quickly covered her panty-clad ass and slithered down her
crack and over her pubis.

This startled Clarice and she jerked away. A moment later Clarice heard
a car engine start and ducked her head as the car's headlights
flashed over Rosa's van. She giggled, removed his cock from her
mouth, giggled again, more clearly this time.

"I feel like a teenager," she said tittering and then shuddered as
Rosa's finger lightly danced over her pubis, announcing to Clarice
that the game was taking a decidedly different turn than she had
expected.

Clarice moaned and halted her blowjob on Dutch. "Let me help you get
them off, sweetie," she said to Rosa. She was no longer giggling.

Dutch held his erection, giving slow strokes to keep it firm and ready,
watching as Clarice was eased out of her boots and then her skin-tight
jeans. 'How the fuck do they get into those things?' He asked
himself and then groaned with pleasure as her mouth found him once
again and the incredible warmth closed in on his prick.

Clarice managed to retain his cock while shucking her jeans off her
feet. Rosa was content to lower Clarice's panties to her calves and
reaching around her thighs to spread her labia with her fingers.

Clarice's sucking increased in its intensity. She moaned loudly at
the initial touch of Rosa's mouth on her bush-covered folds.

"You should know . . . "Clarice said, half groaning, "I've
never done it with a woman before."

"Well you've been missing something special, baby," Rosa said,
her voice dripping with lust, and after her recent encounters with
Alice and Molly, demonstrated her expertise by licking the length of
Clarice's hairy cunt.

She found Clarice's clit peeking out at her and teased it with her
tongue and then quickly returned to licking and sucking on her inner
labia. For her part, Clarice was furiously sucking away on Dutch's
mammoth hardon.

Clarice had of course experience cunnilingus before. At eighteen a
boyfriend had tried it out on her and she'd found it pleasant, but
unfulfilling. Her husband had also gone down on her several times, with
the first time being much better than the others. But with the first
touch of Rosa's tongue upon her genitals Clarice knew this would be
the best of all and partly because of that and partly because she
wanted to do every nasty thing these people wanted her to get back at
her miserable bastard of a husband and her slut of a sister she never
protested, merely grunted her acceptance to Rosa's assault on her
pussy.

Concentrating on sucking his cock, Clarice thought about his size,
automatically comparing him to her husband, who was endowed with a
slim, five inch member.

'Jesus, I bet I could grip him with three hands if I 'em,' and to
prove it to herself, placed both hands around him, jerking him up and
down as she energetically bobbed her head sucking him off, until . . .
. A muffled whimper tore from her filled throat.

"Oh God!" For Rosa's tongue was worming its way down the crease
between her inner and outer lips.

And with the completion of each lap, she drove her tongue into
Clarice's juicy slit.
Clarice had never had anyone do this to her before and she was both
confused and elated. 'Am I a lesbian?' she wondered; and as
Rosa's chin rubbed over her clitoris, bringing an unbelievably
pleasant sensation, she no longer gave a damn one way or the other.

Through the fast enveloping fog of desire, Clarice heard a voice
calling to her.

"Do you want me to stop?"
It was Rosa whispering to her. Clarice also realized that her breasts
were now exposed; although her bra was still on, twisted around so that
they had no choice but to spill out of their confining cups. He was
tweaking her nipples and she found that even though she hated it when
her husband did it, this was divinely pleasant. Each and every tweak
sending a thrill right to her pelvic area.

"Should I stop?" Rosa inquired.

"No! It's just that I . . . "Clarice stammered, feeling
lightheaded from the earlier drinks and na�ve at her sexual
inexperience while the pleasant sensations reverberated throughout her
body. She was forced to lean her hand against the door panel for
support.

"I like  . . . what you're doing,' she said and resumed sucking
on the wonderful cock hovering in front of her face.
Rosa concentrated on making her feel good, sealing her lips around
Clarice's now protruding clit and gently sucking on the loose skin of
the hood. Clarice gasped and began to choke. She was forced to expell
his delicious member in order to regain her breath. But Rosa continued,
unrelenting in her assault on Clarice's cunt. She literally savaged
the base of her swollen clit, with continued pressure, alternating only
to tease her in a different manner by rolling it under her tongue.
"I can't . . . suck him, Rosa!" She complained, looking back at
Rosa.
"Shall I stop?"
"God no! I'm gonna come any second now!"
And to demonstrate the truth of her claim, Clarice trembled once again
and followed up by grinding her hips against Rosa's questing mouth.
Rosa took this as a sign to move on, but first ordered Clarice to
"Keep sucking on him!"
Which she did, Dutch's grateful groan signaled Rosa that Clarice had
complied and she dipped her middle finger into Clarice's slippery
cunt to the first knuckle.
"Naugh!" Clarice moaned, not letting loose of the prick rubbing
against the roof of her mouth.
Rosa rubbed the pad of her finger along the inner ridges of her firey
pussy, causing Clarice to repeat her moan. Then, changing tactics, she
removed her finger, licking once to sample the inner most juices while
Clarice bemoaned the loss of the finger she had grown used to.
Smiling lewdly, Rosa sent two fingers into Clarice this time. Because
of the angle, she couldn't get more than the first two knuckles into
her, but the effect was tremendous. Clarice started gyrating her hips
and moaning softly while sucking on Dutch's shaft.
As Rosa's fingers plowed into Clarice's cunt, Rosa renewed her
attack on the engorged clitoris, increasing both the intensity of
Carice's moans and groans along with her jerking and sucking on his
cock. The saliva ran freely down Clarice's chin. In similar fashion,
Rosa's cheeks and chin were covered with Clarice's sweet, tangy
juices.
Then the orgasm struck a mighty blow, overpowering Clarice who
involuntarily bucked her hips into Rosa's face. She released Dutch
from her mouth. It was the last concious thing she would recall for a
while.
Rosa didn't let up. Her tongue swirled round and round the woman's
clit, flicking against the little pearl every few seconds, causing
another tidal wave to wash over poor Clarice.
One - two - three- four seconds elapsed and then Clarice was back
with a vengence, Tearing herself away from Rosa's loving mouth, she
pushed him down so that he was flat on his back and straddled him,
facing his feet and Rosa. Then reaching behind her she gripped his
turgid prick and pumped him vigorously four or five times.
Dutch groaned.
Rosa watched as Clarice steadied herself, leaning her free hand against
the front seat, and placed the tip of his prick to the slightly opened
slit of her cunt and lowered herself down on his pole. Almost
immediately Dutch began to stroke her flanks with his hands. Rosa moved
in front of Clarice and caressed her right breast and suckled the left,
while Clarice leaned forward using Dutch's knees for support as she
made her breasts available to Rosa's hungry mouth and tongue.
Clarice's eyes had a wild, foreign glaze to them. Although in the
darkened car noone could see well enough to discern it. She rose up
several inches, then sank back down and savored the feel of his
penetrating cock as it caressed the walls of her cunt. She quickly
discovered that from this position she could readily direct his cock
anywhere she wanted it to go. A brief smile flickered across her face
and her hand reached out to cup Rosa's head and draw it tighter to
her yearning tit.
Then as she rose up he followed, driving his thick prick further along
her cuntal channels as she sank back down upon him. Clarice shouted out
as the sensations from his deeper penetration brought her to another,
much more forceful orgasm.
'So this is what they mean when they say well fucked,' she thought
through a sexual haze, then shuddered and took a deep, ragged breath.
Dutch raised his hands to her hips and clenched his buttocks, Clarice
cried out softly as his swollen cock briefly rubbed against her "G"
Spot.
"What?" She said, wondering why she would have to pee at such a
time.
He seemed to have read her mind.
"You don't have to go."And he shifted slightly and rubbed his
cockhead over the same spot.
"Whoa!" she huffed.
"Something else, isn't it?" He husked.
"Jesus! What the fuck is that you're doing? No . . . don't
answer, just keep on doing it."
He did and her orgasm followed on the heels of his rubbing her once
more. She clenched her cuntal muscles around him as her face contorted
in a mask of pleasure.
Rosa was biting and chewing on one nipple while stretching the other to
twice its normal length. If Clarice noticed at all, it was only the
pleasant pain that reached her for her senses went into overload and
she blacked out and rolled off Dutch.
The sight of his thick, glistening cock as it popped out of the squishy
clinging steaminess of Clarice's hair-fringed opening was too much
for Rosa to bear and she mounted him quickly, her wet cunt clutching at
him as he sluiced into her.
Bending forward she signaled him to kiss her and somehow they managed
to carry it off. He tasted Clarice's juices on her tongue as they
licked one another; while Rosa's cunt was doing kegels as she gasped
and squirmed above him.
They ended the kiss and with nostrils flaring, she sucked in a deep
breath and managed to squat over him without moving for a few moments;
simply enjoying the feeling of fullness in her pussy. Only when Dutch
moved his hands up her torso to cup her breasts did she start rocking
her hips back and forth.
Clarice returned from her dreamy world of ecstacy and was content to
watch Rosa riding Dutch.
Slowly, so very slowly, Rosa lifted herself off him. Her brow furrowed
as she concentrated on the feelings in her cunt. At the top of her
rise, she took a deep breath, moaning softly and when she settled onto
him again, she exhaled slowly and then licked her lips.
Clarice reached over and tweaked Rosa's puffy brown nipples, teasing
them until they were reddish and hard.
For a few moments, Dutch simply watched Rosa's facial expression as
she moved above him. A familiar flush was slowly spreading down her
face to her chest. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through
her nose, lost in concentration. He knew she was seconds away from
exploding. Her pussy had him clenched as tight as he could remember and
he reveled in the feeling of friction as her inner walls rubbed against
him. With each downstroke, she ground her hips against him, pressing
her clit against the base of his cock. Her breathing became quick and
shallow, and the flush spread over her entire chest. Dutch cupped the
cheeks of her ass and squeezed then tightly closed only to pry them
open again a moment later. She collapsed on his chest as he hammered
his thick member into her.
Rosa moaned and clutched at his shoulder with one hand, the other was
fevorously rubbing her clitoris. He increased his pace, was now
jackhammering into her. He couldn't keep this up, no man could, but
while he managed it, Rosa had no recourse but to let herself go. To
this end she started kissing him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth,
as her cunt spasmed and clutched at his rampaging prick.
Then she went rigid. Dutch slammed into her one last time and Rosa
screamed and came. Dutch felt a rush of moisture wash over his cock and
Rosa's cries abruptly ceased. He felt her hips quiver as he continued
to pump into her, and only when he knew his own release was close did
he stop and pull out.
"Clarice your mouth!" he hollored, vigorously stroking his massive
hardon. Quickly Clarice scrambled to put her face in front of his cock
and opened her mouth. She had seen too many X-rated movies not to know
what was expected of her and she was anxious to comply.
The first rope of ejaculate rocketed from his prick and collided with
Clarice's nose. She closed her eyes. The second had a small arc to it
and found her waiting mouth, which she promptly closed. The third and
final line landed just beneath her left eye and quickly rolled down her
cheek.
As she opened her eyes, Rosa kissed her and the two women shared his
semen. Then Rosa, using a finger scraped the residue from her cheek and
fed it to her. Clarice seemed eager to accept the offering. The
remaining sperm Rosa took from Clarice's nose and swallowed it
herself. Then the women kissed again, a long, lingering kiss that set
both afire again.
Rosa allowed her body down to rest on Clarice's. Both woman's
bodies were slick with sweat and a still smoldering desire for more
sex. Rosa's arms were draped across Clarice's breasts, their legs
entwined, while the fingers of Clarice's left hand toyed with
Rosa's hair.
"Well," Dutch said, "that seemed like a good start."
Both women smiled at his comment, but said nothing.
"Lie back honey," Rosa said softly and Clarice rolled away from her and
lay on her back, waiting for whatever Rosa had in mind.

She could smell the woman's arousal and wanted to taste her. 'Would
she moan and grind her pussy in my face?' Clarice wondered. 'Have I
always wanted to do this?"

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her own odors drifted up and
into her flared nostrils. 'Jesus, I can smell the both of us. It's
like a primal sense.' She sniffed again and this time realized she
could smell him too.

Rosa climbed lithely onto Clarice's supine form; her face toward
Clarice's feet. Clarice spread her legs and immediately felt Rosa's
hot breath blowing on her cunt. She moaned quietly and pushed her hips
upward and moaned loudly as she felt the serpentine tongue slither
through her entrance.

Clarice ran her hands along Rosa's waist just as Rosa patiently
placed her crotch over Clarice's face. Clarice's inhibitions
already at an all time low, vanished completed as the smell of Rosa's
hot cunt settled down and was absorbed in the next breath Clarice took.

She tentatively licked Rosa's labia, then her curiosity satisfied,
went to work. One moment her tongue was delving downward and piercing
Rosa's slit. The next, her tongue curled up and sought out Rosa's
pearl of a clit, rubbing it so gently it compelled Rosa to stop what
she was doing and groan long and loud.

A second later, Rosa on catching her breath, gasped, "Oh, yeah, baby!
That's it, you've done this before!"

Clarice stopped to protest, "No, no, I've never . . . "

"Well you're a natural at it. Keep eating me baby, I love it!"

To Dutch, who was enjoying watching the women, it was obvious that
Clarice was enjoying herself too. And, after a few minutes he spread
her ass cheeks apart and began running his tongue around her rectum.
After sufficient saliva was deposited he inserted a finger in her ass
and slowly began working it in and out.

Clarice loved this new sensation and responded by increasing the
intensity of her sucking on Rosa's cunt. A slight problem arose when
Rosa suddenly abandoned her licking and sucking of Clarice. But Clarice
was not put off by it; instead she shifted position, making sure
Dutch's finger remained firmly in place in her ass and ran her tongue
over Rosa's collarbone, gradually shifting lower to Rosa's breasts.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to lick concentric circles around
Rosa's right breast, around and around until she was circling the
areola.

"Jesus," gasped Rosa, "you're sensational at this!"

And for Rosa it got even better, for as Clarice wriggled her ass for
Dutch's benefit, she allowed her teeth to graze along Rosa's
elongated nipple as she sucked on it, causing Rosa to moan in ecstasy.

As soon as Dutch realized what was happening, he brought his free hand
to Rosa's cunt and sent two fingers in search of her "G" spot.

Clarice's tongue flattened out against Rosa's chest and laved its
way down the cleavage between Rosa's breasts, leaving a trail of
saliva behind her.

"Oh!" Rosa gasped, sucking in her breath.

Just as Dutch located her special spot, Clarice sent a series of
butterfly kisses along her belly as she began her return to Rosa's
cunt.

"Oh!" Rosa gasped, exhaling with a whoosh.

Dutch was ramming his finger into Clarice with a heightened regularity
at this point, stopping only when he found the 'pad' that
symbolized the most sensual part of womanhood. And with Rosa's
reverberating, "ARRRGHH!" ringing in the air, inserted a second
finger into Clarice's ass.

"OHHH!" Clarice moaned. Then forced herself to concentrate on
eating out Rosa.

But Dutch was hard again and in the next few seconds would make eating
Rosa out of the question. With one last rub upon Rosa's "G" Spot,
he abandoned her cunt in order to grip his own cock and aim it at
Clarice's asshole. Pulling his fingers out with a soft "Pop", he
quickly shoved his thick cock into Clarice's puckered shitter.

"OH, MY GOD!" Clarice screeched, stunned at the pain suddenly
inflicted on her.

"Only hurts for a minute, baby," he whispered in her ear.

"Christ, Dutch, what the hell are you doing?" Rosa shouted, upset
at the interruption of her approaching orgasm.

"Patience everyone, the Dutchman rides again," he barked and drove
his cock another inch or so into poor Clarice's asshole.

Clarice took the pain and forced herself to lower her mouth back down
onto Rosa's puffed up labia and resume her oral ministrations by
blowing gently on Rosa's clitoris.

"You bitch," she said through gritted teeth as Dutch slammed into
her once more. "You knew he'd screw me back there, didn't you?"

"No . . ."Rosa said thinking to deny the accusation. Then thinking
better of it, she stammered, "Maybe . . . maybe, he loves anal
fucking. We do it all the time. I . . . like it myself."

"It probably doesn't hurt you like it does me. Can you stop him?'

Without answering, Rosa called out, "Dutch, stop it. You're really
hurting her. Please stop it."

And he did. Pulling out of her and holding his throbbing cock in his
hand while he glared at the two women.

Clarice chose to ignore his glare and attacked Rosa's clit with a
vengeance her nose pushed between the cheeks of Rosa's ass; her lips
mashed into the dripping fluids oozing forth from her earlier orgasm;
and then her tongue snaked slowly up, up, up, and into her slimy cunt.
To Clarice, it seemed her tongue was reaching further along than ever
before, not that she had performed cunnilingus before, but she
considered herself proficient at giving head. At any rate, she treated
as such, making it writhe like the living thing it was. Rosa's back
stiffened and arched, and she reflexively raised her ass and pressed
back to give Clarice's tongue greater access. Rosa shuddered and went
through a prolonged climax. Clarice kept going until her tongue tired,
gave Rosa a last gentle lick, pulled back and smacked her lips in
satisfaction, thinking that she had just gone down on another woman and
found the experience delightful. Even as she thought about it, she was
amazed at herself. 'I HAD done the 'nasty' and reveled in it!'

Then not unexpectedly, Clarice felt Dutch's hands on her rear end. He
turned her around, bracing her knees against her chest, with her legs
over his shoulders. He set his cock at her entrance and shoved into
her. It wasn't as comfortable an entry as the first time, but it was
certainly far less painful than his anal assault had been.
What Clarice realized early on was that his penetration was far deeper
than it had been earlier. And when he squeezed her legs together her
senses caught fire. She felt his cock within her as never before. She
imagined that she could feel his veins as he throbbed inside her, and
her orgasm was quick to arrive as she clung to his buttocks and waist,
pulling him ever deeper, she came and came and came. Only her plea of
"No more . . . please, no more," caused him to stop fucking her and
roll away.
Later the women would be telling "war" stories and trying to figure
out who had had the most orgasms. They never resolved the discussion to
anyone's satisfaction. But Dutch still hadn't finished, and both
women began to suck and lick him. Clarice bent down and ran the tip of
her tongue down his stomach, through his bush to his cock and up to the
tip, while Rosa gently nipped at his testicles.

Clarice lightly kissed the very tip of his thickened member, than
parted her lips and let him sink into her hot, wet mouth. Rosa ran an
errant finger along the crack of his ass to his rectum and began to
draw slow circles around its circumference.

Slowly Clarice began to move her head up and down, stroking him, while
running her fingers through the hair on his chest, scratching him
lightly with her fingernails.

Rosa, having cupped his balls in one hand proceeded to work a finger on
her free hand into his sweaty asshole.

Dutch groaned.

Rosa released his balls and reached up to pull his face to hers. They
kissed, long and deep, stroking each other's tongue in the process.
Dutch's hand cupped Rosa's breast, rubbing the nipples until both
were inflamed and stretching out to their respective limits. In truth,
one of her nipples was slightly longer than the other. Dutch teased her
about it, telling her he'd have to work longer on the shorter one.
Rosa laughed and said it was all right with her.
And all the while Clarice continued her onslaught on his turgid prick;
stoking it to ensure its rigidity, taking short sucks on the head and
wetting it with her saliva until Rosa joined her once again.

Then both began to use their mouths on his prick - licking on opposite
sides; pausing briefly to kiss each other; and then alternating in turn
sucking him while the other licked and played with his balls.

Soon Dutch was throwing his head from side to side, groaning with
pleasure. He placed a hand on each woman's head and twisted his
fingers in their hair and applied enough pressure to compel them to
push even closer to his loins.

The women work faster, more efficiently on him; taking turns bobbing up
and down. Rosa deep throated him; Clarice swirling her magnificent
tongue over his corona.  Rosa drove her tongue into his ass as Clarice
jerked him furiously.

"I'm gonna come! Dutch shouted. And he does. Clarice happened to
have him in her mouth at that moment and rushed to remove him so that
Rosa could share in his spurting seed.

But a man only has so much to give in a short period and what came out
was a mere trickle which the women dutifully shared, meager as it was.

And, as Dutch sinks back, panting, Rosa climbed over him and lay on his
chest, kissing his ear lobes and neck until feeling Clarice's mouth
once more on her labia. She moaned softly and abandoned Dutch, moving
into the 69 position.

The van rang with the intensity of their moans and groans as both
lavished sucks and licks on each other. Clarice thought Rosa's tongue
felt like a finger as it probed her pussy, slurping up all the juices
within. For her part, Clarice inserted two fingers into Rosa and began
plunging them in and out, making squishy sounds as Rosa's cunt juices
surged from her inner recesses. Then Clarice lowered her mouth to Rosa
and sucked on her clit, bringing Rosa to one last, spectacular climax.

Dutch replaced Rosa at the mouth of Clarice's cunt and after only a
few thrusts of his tongue Clarice screamed out and came hard.

Both women found themselves totally exhausted and lay gasping on their
backs.

"I say," Dutch began, as he wiped his mouth with his forearm, "we
take this show to my place and finish the night in comfort.

Clarice moaned at this and said, "Oh, no. Please, I need to go home
now. I'm sober . . . Christ am I sober. I'll drive myself home.
Where are my clothes?"

"Okay," Dutch said the glumness of his true feelings inescapably
obvious to all.

Clarice was struggling into her jeans as Rosa searched for her second
boot and finally located it on the front seat.

When she was fully dressed, Clarice gave both Rosa and Dutch a last
kiss and walked to her car, got in without looking back and drove off.

"We didn't even get a phone number," he said.

Being a little more practical Rosa said, "We got everything she had
to give, Dutch."

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