Fran Furnivall

Shack-Ups!

All Night Room Service… Prologue

Lisa Williams, 32 year old former Las Vegas showgirl, her long, muscular body glistening with oil, lay naked under the fierce blanket of the Nevada sun at 11:30 on Tuesday morning, her left hand tracing lazy circles in the sparkling water of her swimming pool.

The desert heat enveloped her deeply tanned physique in a sensuous grip sending horny thoughts clattering like a steam engine at full throttle through the tunnel of her almost one track mind. "I haven't been fucked in three days," she thought with a half smile, concentrating now on that fuck three days gone.

It annoyed her only a fraction that she couldn't recall his name but then she was never very good with names, "But I can remember his prick," she asserted as a rivulet of sweat coursed from her upper Mp down the side of her wide face and into the cavity of her ear.

He had sucked her pussy for the longest time and she liked that a lot. She was so turned on that by the time he was ready to stick his banger into her she hallucinated clouds of steam rising from her cunt. He was just the right size. When his cock slid into her steaming crack it couldn't help but belch a long and very wet sigh.

He fucked her for what seemed like an hour before he slid his cock out of her sopping hole and turned her with a firm hand over onto her stomach and then pulled her back so that she was on all fours with her perfectly round and gorgeous ass staring him right in the face.

"Now he's getting serious," she remembered thinking to herself as his tongue slid up into her waiting asshole and his mouth sucked greedily on what she considered the jewel of her sexuality. She was quite proud of the fact that around Las Vegas and Reno they used to say that Lisa Williams was all asshole. "You could drive a locomotive up there," someone had once said to her. She never forgot that one.

She heard him gasp in amazement when her cornhole finally opened up to its full size after only thirty seconds of sucking. "Come on baby," she whimpered feebly, "please shove it up there, don't waste any time, please," she begged. He didn't need much coaxing.

He had about four solid inches of his cock up her when he suddenly felt the muscles in her ass hole close down on him with a burning, tight grip. A second later Lisa released her hold on him, her asshole shooting wide open again and then in a single,

clean, long, backward stroke she slid all the way down on his pounding and delighted prick.

He let out a long, high "Ooooh" as she fucked him with her asshole-her hard buttocks rotating in frenzied clockwise and counter clockwise arcs. She got a big thrill looking over her shoulder at his face all scrunched up with pleasure as she pumped away at his fat seven inches.

She wanted his cock to explode in her mouth so she could taste his come, roll it around on her tongue and savor it before swallowing it with a lusty smack of her lips but her asshole had a mind of its own. She felt him explode inside her and as his cock oozed its creamy goo, her athletic, well rummaged rectum kept squeezing back and forth and up and down until he was completely dry and flopped backwards onto the bed-totally fucked out.

"That's what I could use right now," her mind murmured, "a nice hot prick up my ass." Instead she rolled over onto her stomach so that the sun could complete its job of endowing Lisa Williams with a perfectly symmetrical tan. She tried to make her mind think of something else besides sex because it was too early in the day to have to go back inside the house and jerk herself off.

From what seemed like miles away she thought she heard someone calling her name. Groggily she raised her head and squinted through the glaring, jewel like reflection of the pool, through the curtain of sweat that clung to her eyelids. "Lisa!" The voice cut through the shimmering waves of heat, "Are you there?"

Gradually her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see the figure of a woman, petite and brunette, moving towards her. She reached for a towel to cover herself but before her hand could find it the woman was standing three feet from where she lay in all her suntan oiled beauty.

"T-T-Toni? Toni Corbin?!?" Lisa heard herself stammering in disbelief. "It's a dream!" she screamed, rising. "I don't fucking believe it!!!" The two women moved to embrace each other. "Wait!. I'm covered in suntan oil," Lisa remembered, taking two steps back. "Oh fuck that!" Toni said and moved in close and hugged Lisa hard.

"Christ, Lisa," she said "you look fantastic. You haven't changed one bit except to get better looking." Toni's eyes swept across the exquisite terrain of Lisa Williams' body, her head moving from side to side incredulously. You half expected those 40-C tits of Lisa's to drop down to her waist when she stood up but there she was in all her Amazonian splendor and they were sticking right out there-proud and true.

"Likewise," Lisa returned the compliment. "Swimming, jogging, and a lot of situps on the slant board is the answer," she filled Toni in pointing with her thumb over her shoulder at an assortment of light barbells, dumbells and a red vinyl abdominal board nestled cozily into a corner of the pool area.

"Tennis is my secret," Toni said as she peeled off her clothes and moved towards the diving board.

"I can see," Lisa said taking in Toni Corbin's lean and wiry body. "I don't imagine I have to put on a suit?" Toni asked.

"Fuck no!" Lisa exclaimed. "No one comes back here. I get buzzed when I'm needed."

Lisa Williams was the proprietor of the Silver Cactus Motel situated off the main highway five miles from Reno, Nevada. She had taken the property over from an ailing and elderly widow four years ago and turned a downhill, dumpy motel into a thriving business. With half her savings from her dancing days in Vegas and Reno and the other half on a short term loan from the bank she had performed what some people called a miracle.

The Silver Cactus Motel was nothing fancy but it was clean and comfortable and the air conditioning in every room worked along with the color television and you could always get a bucket of ice no matter what hour of the day or night you rang the desk. Just as long as the guests didn't chop up the rooms and throw the furniture into the swimming pool, an Olympic size swimming pool at that, they were never bothered. No questions were ever asked.

The first year Lisa had taken over one of the guest rooms for her own quarters but soon business was good enough that she was able to build her own house with a swimming pool. Conveniently located 200 yards behind the motel and walled off by an imaginative, manicured maze of desert vegetation it offered the ultimate in privacy. From the pool area you could see nothing but assorted cacti and behind that the sweeping majesty of the Nevada desert bordered by the heroic, snowcapped Mount Driscoll. If you liked that kind of a life this was the quintessence of it. Lisa's ranch style, sprawling house was drenched with light and brilliantly hued furniture, spacious and uncluttered, it had the tendency of putting you at peace with yourself the minute you stepped in the front door.

The gadget filled kitchen and breakfast room with its wall to wall glass doors faced directly out onto the pool and the sunken living room with its thick, lavender carpeting was faced by an enormous stone fireplace that acted as the focal point of the house when the night seeped in and closed you off from the rest of the world. The house had been decorated entirely by Lisa and matched her big busted, blonde personality to perfection. The vibes it gave off were warm and loving.

Toni and Lisa had been dancers together in Las Vegas and Reno and both had survived those respective jungles with flying colors. It was five years since they had seen each other and over lunch they had a lot of memories to catch up on. Again

and again they kept telling one another how great they looked as if they had half expected those five years of bringing forth a change for the worse. Toni Corbin informed Lisa that she was living in San Francisco and was herself the owner of a prosperous but small travel agency.

"How did you know where to find me?" Lisa asked across the remains of lunch. "Oh I ran into Bobby Lawrence two weeks ago and he said he had just spent a week out here with you and well, then I just decided it was time to take my vacation and at first I thought, "Oh I'll give her a buzz and tell her I'm coming, but then I figured what the hell. I know how much you dig surprises and well here I am."

"It's a bit spooky when you think that we haven't seen each other for five years. It seems so long ago, those Vegas and Reno days-almost a whole lifetime ago. Somehow it's not fair that it all goes by so fast. Do you remember the first time we met?" Toni asked with a sly grin.

"How could I ever forget that meeting you naughty little girl," Lisa said playfully taking a swipe at Toni's arm.

"Me naughty?!!" she screamed moving back in her chair rocking with laughter.

Toni was with her date of that evening and after taking in a show and supper at one of the lounges he had brought her back to his apartment. The first thing that greeted their eyes as they walked in the door was her date's roommate with his cock in Lisa's mouth.

They were both so into it that they barely acknowledged the interruption. "Do it baby!" Toni had cheered in her perky, pom-pom voice as she watched this mass of blonde hair sucking that guy off.

Toni couldn't get a very good look at Lisa's face with all that hair around it as it moved back and forth along the length of the guy's swollen prick but she had no trouble clocking her body and she had nodded her approval to no one in particular. She had never seen a girl with such perfectly large, well proportioned breasts as this one. "Who needs a face with a body like that," she told herself.

Lisa remembered the way he had shoved her down roughly onto the edge of the couch and jammed his hot prick into her wide, accommodating mouth. She tried telling him to take it easy but it was no use.

But then the minute his cock slid into that practiced orifice she stopped caring what a slob he was and started sucking for all she was worth. She could recollect with startling clarity the fat vein that was throbbing in his cock as her cheeks expanded and contracted around him. The sac of his furry balls exuded a slightly stale odor of sweat. This had made her suck all the more enthusiastically. He grabbed her hair at

the nape of the neck and guided her head back and forth on his cock until he climaxed in her mouth. He tasted like asparagus.

After they both had sucked and fucked their dates dry and were getting cleaned up in the bathroom the two girls had got to talking and cracked up with laughter when, they found out they were dancing in the same show at the Golden Horseshoe the following week. Lisa at 21 and Toni at 20, both in from the East coast and both in Las Vegas, Nevada for the first time in their first real jobs as chorus line dancers.

The two girls decided that the guys weren't worth the trouble of spending the night with and waited in the tiny kitchen alcove smoking cigarettes until they had passed out. They gathered up their clothes and hightailed it out of there without saying goodnight. They drove around to all of the Casinos and wound up quite drunk but still full of energy at a lounge at eight o'clock the following morning and knocked down a breakfast of bloody marys and Eggs Benedict after which they rented a couple of horses and rode through the hills until late that afternoon.

You might say they struck it off famously.

"Their cocks were OK but they sure were a couple of real schmucks. I wonder what ever happened to them," Toni finalized.

"They're probably wondering the same thing," Lisa added.

Lisa and Toni became roommates that week. They rented a cozy two bedroom apartment ten minutes from the Strip and settled into the Las Vegas life. A month later they became lovers in the flesh while maintaining an equally energetic outside sex life, AC and DC. The sky in those days was the limit.

Right at the outset both girls had made a pact to save all the money they could outside of their basic living expenses. They knew only too well that the life span of a Vegas dancer a short one.

They kept to this agreement and in the end reaped the benefits as evidenced by their current independent status in life. Among the girls of Vegas these two were a rarity.

Lisa's great beauty naturally attracted a string of lovers, most of them exceedingly well heeled, who could never do enough in their attempts to dazzle her with financial testimony to their great affection for her. She took all these attentions with a smile and perhaps more than a grain of salt so that by the end of her first year in the desert her bank account was bloated out of all proportion to her talents as a dancer.

Among the more illustrious of these suitors was Arietta-a famous, international cabaret torch singer and one of the world's great beauties. They had a torrid, two month affair that became the talk of Vegas and resulted in elevating Lisa's reputation and desirability among her peers as well as enhancing her pocket book.

Arietta asked nothing more of Lisa than to be allowed to suck her cunt; and when that nightly two hour exercise was consummated, to be seen around town with her. What had Arietta so flipped out was that Lisa possessed a unique clitoris. It was the biggest, pinkest and thickest clit that she had ever seen or ever sucked. This coupled with Lisa's other physical endowments had Arietta so enamored with her that when her Las Vegas engagement was over she begged Lisa to come back to Europe with her forever. Lisa declined.

Toni Corbin was doing all right too. Thought not as gaudily beautiful as Lisa she certainly had no trouble in making people look twice and then three times at her. Toni seemed to attract those middle aged, wealthy high rollers from Texas. "They're really not my type at all Lisa," she told her roommate one night.

"What the fuck do you care baby," Lisa told her with a shrug of her satin smooth shoulders and an expression that betrayed a cynical almost weary attitude towards life. "If these guys are so hot to be seen with you and slip you half their winnings at the dice tables for the pleasure of your company and a little head what's the big deal. After all everyone in this town's a whore one way or another and we've got to look at it as simply putting in our time."

"I guess you're right but I don't really get off with these guys."

"So you don't get off with them, big deal, just go along with them. You're getting off every time they slip you a C note don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well there you go. If it's sex your after I don't see the problem. When you get horny just go out and find something that you like. I mean there's hardly a shortage of cock or cunt around this town."

After this discussion Toni digested the content of Lisa's philosophy towards life and Las Vegas and decided she too would adopt it as her credo and never look back. From then on life became a lot easier for her and as she admitted, a lot more fun. From time to time Lisa would have to act as the den mother-earth-mother-and-purveyor-of-knowledge-supreme but this role she always welcomed and Toni never resented.

If it was said of Lisa that she was all asshole then it must in all fairness be noted that Toni was all mouth. "I've never sucked a cock that I couldn't make come," she told Lisa one morning in bed.

"Or a cunt for that matter," Lisa said with a grin, sipping on her orange juice and nibbling at a square of Melba toast. All of those loud, pot bellied millionaires or

almost millionaires that Toni couldn't quite "get off with" never had any complaints about Toni's oral capabilities.

Like that dude from Amarillo in for the convention "and a little ole black jack and a little ole lovin'" as he had chortled through his Bourbon thickened tongue at Toni as they stood under the red wash of the Casino lights. He was all talk, but when it came time to put up and shut up once he had dropped his custom made Western pants down around his hand tooled, high heeled cowboy boots he was suddenly singing another story.

"You see honey," he drawled suddenly becoming very sober and very timid, "I've got this, well I guess you could call it a problem. What I mean to say is that I'm normal-now I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea, it's just that I haven't been able to get the ole Peter wagging like it used to. And for the life of me I jes' don't know what it is," he sighed letting it all out with a heave of his beefy shoulders and an alcoholic burp.

Toni listened to all of this down on her knees, naked except for her underpants, between his legs staring at his flaccid cock and hairy thigh. "Mr. that doesn't sound like a problem to me," she said when he had finished his confession, "just what you might call a momentary lapse."

He liked the sound of her words and scratched his head and said, "You think so?"

Toni reached up and popped the snaps of his neon, turquoise shirt and started kneading his corpulent, white belly with her right hand and all she said to that was "Lie back and relax," while her mouth started to knead his limp, uncircumcised cock.

She rolled it around in her mouth like so much worthless jelly, spurred on by the challenge of his self avowed impotence. The only sound in the room was the hum of the air conditioning and her oral antics as she sucked and slurped away between the cavern of his thighs. And then exactly sixteen and half minutes from the moment she started to suck his cock, for she slyly gazed up at her wristwatch to see how long it would take, she felt the first rush of blood surging through his organ, the first ballooning of his manhood.

This historical moment was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath from the man from Amarillo as he felt the warmth spread from the base of his sagging balls up through his cock. Toni had succeeded in lighting his wick. To get it up all the way and to make him shoot his wad was the next step. As she felt him come to life her own cunt began to tingle and her mouth salivated more from the idea of what she was accomplishing than from the actual cock sucking.

He started to grow inside her mouth now faster and bigger than she had expected. He grew longer and thicker and hotter and harder she noted, with her every flick of her tongue, with every nibble and swirl of her bobbing head. He started bouncing up

and down on the gold flecked couch now like a bull coming out of heavy sedation. Before Toni knew it, his prick had swelled her exceedingly elastic and prolific mouth to bursting. The tip of his cock was tickling the back of her throat and threatening to choke off her air supply but she didn't want to take the chance of letting up just yet even though she was sure she had him on the brink of coming.

He leaned forward and grabbed her around the ears and slid her head back and forth along his purplish cock, huffing and wheezing his approval of the job she was doing. Toni reached up and latched onto his wrists and broke his grip at the same time moving her mouth back down his prick until only the knob of it was lodged securely between her front teeth, delicately but authoritatively. She didn't like it like that; she never enjoyed having her mouth used like a cunt. When she sucked someone off she was the one who called the shots.

She let go and leaned back and straightened herself up, her rose tipped nipples hard and glistening above the slender, tapering torso she had chiseled out from what seemed like a lifetime of grueling dance rehearsals. "See now," she said between her wet, drooling lips, "I told you it was only a momentary lapse." He looked at her, his eyes mere slits of lust, his thick, throbbing cock in her hand. Teasingly she slid her hand around the blood gorged shaft.

"Darlin'," he croaked through his excitement, "I think ole daddy's about ready to blow his haystack." Toni squeezed hard on the knob of his cock in an attempt to push the rising swell of his sperm back into his balls.

"Cool off there cowboy, there's no rush. I'm just beginning to enjoy this whole thing," Toni told him with a wanton smile. He grinned back at her and she noted that he had missed her not-so-subtle put down completely. It was more than true she reasoned what they said about a stiff dick having no brains and no conscience. What she failed to realize at that moment as she sat there jerking this guy off in a slow burn was that the same was applicable to her cunt and in this instance her own mouth.

"There's nothing wrong with you that I can see," she flattered him in the next breath.

He flopped back onto the couch and eyeballed her and slurred, "I guess it's jes' the company I bin keepin'."

"That's the way it would appear to be," she said and then decided to get this whole thing over with. She was getting horny for the taste of come and wanted him badly now.

Toni's neat little head moved forward and downward and her mouth snapped open. She turned sideways so as to get a good lick on his cock before she made his dam break. As her lips pressed down on his hard, fleshy pud, nibbling back and forth along him, her tongue was working in wet circles on the underside of his cock. Her

left hand was drifting back and forth across his wrinkled, fuzzy balls just about sending him into a full scale convulsion.

As her mouth moved towards the tip of his cock she rose from her squatting position and shifted from her sideways gobble to a full up and down blow job though she was sucking like a viper not only just blowing. She caught the first trickle of his orgasm somewhere on the back of her tongue and without using her hands to bring it off she made him come in quarts. At least that's what it felt like to her.

Unlike some, Toni loved the taste of sperm and loved swallowing a large load. Well she got what she wanted. She thought for a moment that he would have a heart attack as he gushed out one thick dollop of come after another. It was hard keeping up with his spewing orgasm but she did it. He stayed hard inside her mouth for the longest time after that but Toni didn't really mind. She didn't mind either when he slipped her a one hundred dollar bill wrapped in another one hundred dollar bill when

he left.

"Umm that feels great," Lisa Williams purred after lunch back at the pool as Toni Corbin spread a fresh coat of suntan oil across her bronzed back with strong and loving fingers.

"It's great being able to lie around here like this without any clothes on Lisa."

"Well you didn't think a nudist like me would live somewhere that you couldn't just take it all off and forget about it did you?"

"No, not really."

"I figure I've worked hard enough and long enough to treat myself to this much which isn't asking a helluva lot is it?"

"Not really," Toni said again as her hand moved a jet of oil into the small of Lisa's back and worked it into the flesh. Lisa's buttocks swelled provocatively in the palm of Toni's hand as she continued to massage her with the tips of her fingers. Lisa could feel her hand lingering in slow circles on her ass and her crotch became warm and fluttery. Toni spread her buttocks apart with one hand and with the other squirted a thick stream of the liquid Cocoa Butter into the crack of Lisa's ass.

It trickled deliciously down into her pubic patch and settled in a dark triangle on the yellow bathing towel. "You're going crazy with that stuff baby," Lisa said directing her words somewhere over her right shoulder.

"What's the matter, you running out of suntan oil?" Toni asked deadpan as her index finger began gently prodding Lisa's asshole causing her to squirm back and forth for a moment under the insinuating pressure of Toni's question.

"Hardly," Lisa gasped, her cunt, her stomach and her mind suddenly turning to putty as Toni's finger drilled its way up inside her ass.

"You still like getting porked up there Lisa?" Toni leaned down to where Lisa's right ear showed through the thick, thatch of her blonde hair.

"Some things never change baby, do they?" Her question didn't need an answer as Toni watched her friend getting rapidly turned on by this rectal probe.

"I'd stick my tongue up there but the taste of this Cocoa Butter turns my stomach."