Henry's girls

Chapter 9

Five minutes after Iris left, almost exactly on cue, Texan strolled past wearing only tiny shorts, which showed off her pert derrière, and a tight vest, with no bra underneath. Her long, honey coloured hair hung in beach waves, already brightened by the sun. With her long, rangy limbs kissed golden, she was the archetypal California girl.

"Iris said you were on your lonesome," she said, licking her glossy lips seductively. "She said I was to have some fun, wear you out and report back on your stamina." She grinned at my stunned expression.

I felt at a disadvantage. She was so supremely confident, that for the first time in my adult life, I was the gauche, tongue-tied one. "Shouldn't we get to know one another first?" I asked, which was rather lame, even to my own ears. I thought of the times I'd chosen a girl to spend a night with, only to find that they were shy and reticent when it actually came down to getting naked. I actually understood for the first time the issues holding them back. Men all over the world probably fantasised about ripping Texan's clothes off with their teeth and shagging her senseless. It was an entirely different matter when faced with her. I debated whether or not to offer her a drink.

She sat down beside me on the lounger. "So we're trying to make Iris jealous, is that right?" 

I nodded, mute.

"Well, we may as well have some fun while we're trying," she purred. 

I found my voice. "What worries me is that Iris won't want anything to do with me if I spent the night with you. I mean, you are her friend."

Texan threw her head back and laughed. "Three of us slept with Christian, Iris still agreed to marry him. We often end up seeing the same men, you really don't need to worry, besides, I'm not gonna be here for long."

"I thought you were staying a few weeks?"

She shook her head. "Change of plan, just had a call from my manager. The Primates have pulled out of Glastonbury at the last minute, so the Vixens are going instead. Its a shame about my holiday, but, you know, its Glastonbury. Rachelle can dry me out another time."

"Does she know yet?" I asked

"Oh yes. She's trying to get some time off work to come with me. She's always wanted to go to England."

"She know that Glastonbury is held in a muddy field doesn't she?" I couldn't imagine the pristine and stylish Rachelle wearing wellies and using a portaloo.

"Oh yes, although we'll be staying in a motorhome. Rachelle can visit London on the days that I'm not performing, she'll love that."

"So when do you have to go?"

"Tomorrow evening. We have all night tonight, pretty boy, and I'm gonna wear you out." She grabbed my hand and lifted it to her face. As I watched, enthralled, she wrapped her ruby lips around my middle finger and sucked...hard. As her tongue ran over the pad of my finger, I gasped at the sensation. She glanced up at my face through hooded eyes, her lashes giving her a coy appearance, at odds with what she was doing to me.

She slid my finger out of her mouth, letting the night air cool it. "Do you like my mouth Henry?" She murmured.

"Of course," I replied, trying to keep the illusion of a modicum of self control. Inside, I was as horny as they come, desperate to drag her to my bedroom, caveman style, throw her on the bed and rip off the flimsy clothes she was wearing. 

"If it felt that good around your finger, imagine how good it would feel somewhere else," she flirted, with the practiced precision of an exocet missile. Instinctively she'd found my weakness and exploited it.

Damn it, I thought as I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, my tongue pushing past her lips to meet hers and indulge in a sultry dance. My hands swept down to her back, pulling her towards me. Instead she pulled away slightly and stared into my eyes. "I'm gonna want to gaze at your face, pretty boy," she purred, " a girl could come just staring at you for long enough." Abruptly, she stood up and reached out for my hand. "Bedroom?" she enquired, cocking her head towards my villa. "We can go your place or mine, but yours is more private."

I didn't need asking twice. By then I was beyond horny. I followed her through the living space and into my room, pleased that I had just the bedside lamps on. Combined with the heat, it lent a sultry, sexy ambience. I strode up to her and kissed her again, this time grasping her firmly. I needed to feel her skin against mine, so I pushed her vest up, freeing the puppies to press against my bare chest.

Her hands were pressing into the waistband of my shorts, slipping down to feel my butt, squeezing the cheeks before she slid them round to grasp her intended target. As her hand wrapped around me, I gasped again, which sounded louder than I intended in the silence of the room. I felt her smile against my mouth.

" I want to taste you first," she murmured, "then I'm gonna ride you like a stallion." She pushed my shorts down over my hips, freeing my erection, before dropping to her knees in front of me. She drew a manicured finger from root to tip, not taking her eyes off me. "Iris will be delighted when I tell her what she's got to look forward to. You're certainly not just a pretty face are you?"

With that, she drew me into her hot, wet mouth, drawing me rhythmically across her lips, her tongue lashing the head before she sucked me into almost the back of her throat. It was the most mind-blowing BJ I'd ever experienced.

Just as I felt I was about to blow, she pulled me out of her mouth and squeezed the head. My orgasm subsided immediately. "Hey, why'd you do that?" I demanded.

"All in good time Henry, You're gonna be riding me all night, so I need you to pace yourself."

"I can go all night even if I come," I told her. Her eyes sparkled in anticipation.

Wanting to take the initiative, I pulled her up and tossed her onto the bed, before dragging her shorts off and burying my face between her legs. As I treated her to long, lush licks, interspersed with sucking lightly on her clit, I slid on a condom, ready to take her just at the right moment. 

She began to grasp at the sheets, arching her back off the bed. As I felt her get wetter and begin to ripple inside, I reared up and plunged into her. 

She screamed as she came, her body tightening greedily around my dick, milking me. Ten thrusts was all it took before she was screaming another orgasm, and I was shooting a very heavy load into her.

We shagged all night. It was animalistic, hard sex. Texan was the wildest, sexiest, most adventurous woman I'd ever been with. We'd tried every position we could think of, every orifice she possessed and every fantasy I'd ever thought of.

As the sun rose, and she wobbled back to her villa, I smiled, I'd passed the first test.