Chapter Seven ::: Carly Cums

Carly writhed in ecstasy as Lawrence teased her erect clit with his skillful tongue. "Ohhh that feels soooo good," she cried.

"Please, Lawrence," she begged. "Make me cum."

Lawrence was more than happy to pleasure her. He stabbed his tongue deep inside her, tasting her sweetness. She raised her hips high toward his hungry mouth as she began to cum. The walls of her pussy locked around his tongue as she spilled her slick juices all over his face.

"Lawrence!" she screamed.

Her cries of pleasure could be heard upon the docks. Lawrence wasn't finished making love to her. Not by a long shot...

~*~o~*~

"Ohhh God, no! Bo, DON'T do it!" Billie cried out as she watched in horror through a crack in the wall.

When she had awakened from unconsciousness, her father had taken her upstairs, into his "office," a dingy little room where he often "peeped" perversely as kinky sex acts took place in the adjoining room. "Now for the show," he leered, pushing Billie's face up to the splintered wood, her eye meeting up with the small crack that gave view to the other room. Billie sucked in her breath, seeing Bo standing naked and Gina half-nude before him.

"No, Gina. You're my best friend," Billie agonized as she saw Gina placing hot kisses down the length of Bo Brady's body.

"Like what you see, little girl?" Reed asked his daughter, an evil gleam in his tormenting blue eyes.

"Get the hell out of here!" Billie screamed, turning to slap her hateful father across the face viciously. Reed stood there stunned, not knowing how to react. It was the first time his daughter had ever stood up to him.

"I said, 'Get out!'" Billie repeated, glaring at Curtis and pushing him out the door.

"I can't believe this is happening," Billie said in a half-sob, returning to her vantage point and seeing Bo's hands eagerly fondling Gina's full breasts. "I have to stop this!"

~*~o~*~

Gina felt Bo's large, rough hands touching the smooth skin of her aroused breasts. He seemed to be inhaling her delicious, flowery scent as his palms moved over her sensitive nipples. His eyes were dark and smoky as he gazed into her soft brown ones.

She looked up at him with half-veiled eyes, her lips skimming softly over his chest. The dark, curly hairs clung to her lips, brushing them lightly like feathery fingertips. He could feel the hot trail down his neck and chest, the luscious path that her kisses had made. "Now, Gina. Now," he whispered in an aching moan. "Take me in your mouth."

Her gaze drifted down to his immense, erect sex. It pulsated and radiated heat like a fiery brand. How she longed to take it in her mouth and love it with her lips. She knew that Bo needed her ultimate kiss as a man in the desert needed water. Only her loyalty to Billie made her pause.

As the moments ticked by, Gina could not be deterred. She needed to do this. She needed to pleasure Bo.

Gina sunk to her knees, Bo's throbbing cock mere inches from the dusky pinkness of her lips. As if Gina could sense her turmoil in the adjoining room, her mind was troubled with thoughts of Billie and how making love to Bo would betray her.

"You will pay for this, Gina," Billie hissed in a hostile whisper as Gina's satiny lips parted and molded themselves around Bo's proud, erect cock.

Bo let out heated gasps as Gina's expert mouth sucked and tenderly devoured his pulsating penis. Her tongue trailed down the throbbing length of him, exploring the velvety steel before lavishing his taut, hairy balls.

She loved the taste of him. He was not unlike the salt of the ocean or the smell of the sea. Making love to him was like lying upon the sand of the beach while feeling the lapping waves of sea-spray caress skin warmed from the heat of the sun. She felt sunburned now as she drank from him, the fiery muscle of his masculinity.

Bo felt himself spurt in her mouth, his erection draining down her throat. Gina only sucked harder, drawing more of him into her mouth. As he came, she stroked his balls and thighs, her lips clamped on his cock like a clam shell over his precious pearl. When her mouth drew away, her lips were wet with his essence. It was pearly-white and thick upon her clinging lips.

Bo could only look at her in wonder. He hadn't had such an intense, satisfying orgasm since he had made love to his wife, Hope. It hurt so much to see Gina gaze up at him now so tenderly, for she looked so much like his late wife; his precious Fancy Face.

Despite her feelings, Billie had found herself oddly turned on by what she had just witnessed. She wanted to see more, but more than anything, her betrayed heart was crying out for revenge. She saw red when she heard Bo say, "I will make love to you now, Gina. Take off the rest of your clothes and lie down on the bed."

Billie was forced to watch as Gina and Bo had sex. It was hot, kinky and passionate. Gina was on top, riding Bo's powerful penis. Billie was so aroused, she had no other choice but to rub her throbbing clit. "Ohhh Bo...that should be me," she cried as she found her way to ecstasy.

She was dazed, her cheek pressed tight against the wall when she faintly heard Bo say these words:

"I'm sorry, Gina. But I've made a big mistake. I shouldn't have slept with you, because my heart belongs to Billie."

He stood up from the bed, grabbed his clothing and began to quickly dress. Gina watched with shocked sadness as he quietly left the room.