Breaking Point Pt. 08

XVIII

As it happened, Adriana took a bit of convincing to attend a session with the masseur. Paula had dropped him into the conversation as subtly as possible, merely saying that it was the best massage she'd ever received and that she was staring down the face of an injury withdrawal before he worked his magic on her.

Thinking that Paula was a gold-star lesbian, as she was, Adriana never suspected that Paula and the masseur had had intercourse. She knew that Juanita (the other member of the massage team) was a lesbian, but she'd never had the pleasure of making love to her. Word had it that she made it an absolute rule not to mix business with pleasure. No tennis player Adriana knew had ever made it with her.

After her win in her third-round match, Paula got a message from Jack. He and Chrissie had officially separated and divorce proceedings had already been started. Jack said he'd talk with Paula later, but personally he felt as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders. Jack had agreed to move to an apartment near their house, and as far as the twins were concerned he had full access to them.

Paula immediately wondered if her mother was in any way involved. Would she leave her husband Ryan, Paula's dad, and move in with Chrissie? Or had Chrissie found someone else - someone younger perhaps? Jack told Paula that she was the only person he had told. This made Paula feel rather ambivalent: on the one hand, she was obviously special to him (and the feeling was mutual) but, on the other, she was concerned that he might start to lean on her too much - become a little clingy.

After Adriana had successfully come through her third-round match on the other side of the draw, she mentioned to Paula that she was suffering from a strain in her side and was seriously thinking of a visit to the physio's room, to receive a massage from Juanita, if she was still around.

'Why don't we go together in about an hour after you've had time to recover, have an ice bath, take on some fluids, etc.?' Paula suggested.

'I already have an appointment with Juanita for 7.30,' she added.

This wasn't quite true, but it soon would be!

'I'll see if Gaspar is free and book you in,' she added. 'If he isn't, you can have my slot.'

Adriana was touched by how friendly Paula was being with her.

'She seems so much happier in herself these days,' the Romanian thought. 'Maybe we can spend time together after our sessions. I miss her sweet pussy so much!'

Rather than call the massage room, Paula walked over and told Juanita and Gaspar of her plan. She could see a look of disappointment in the black man's eyes as he realised that it wouldn't be Paula herself he would be servicing this time, but he reckoned all was not lost, as he could hardly see her being able to resist him when she witnessed how excited Adriana was becoming.

When Paula asked Juanita in Gaspar's presence if she would be up for a little kissing and petting on the other table to get Adriana in the mood, she considered the proposal carefully before agreeing to play her part. If she was honest with herself, the idea of kissing this goddess was something that was already making her moist. The prospect of sucking on her breasts and licking her pussy was something that threatened to make her lose all self-control.

Paula arranged to meet up with Adriana in the players' lounge and go over together. Paula had chosen something a little special for the evening - a maroon tank top and a nearly matching pair of yoga shorts. She had dispensed with underwear altogether.

Adriana, on the other hand, not wishing to lead the masseur on - especially given his reputation on the tour - had opted for her dowdiest looking clothes: an old sweatshirt, a T-shirt, shell-suit bottoms she'd had for ever and the most functional bra and knickers she possessed.

When they went to their respective tables, Adriana felt more than a twinge of envy. Although Juanita was a thoroughgoing professional when she was on duty, Adriana noticed that something about her was different.

'Yes, that's right! Her hair. She's let it down. It's always in a bun.'

When Adriana saw Paula remove her elastic band and shake her blonde tresses free, she felt more than a twinge of envy. She felt turned on; really turned on.

She wanted to suggest to Paula that they leave the room, but she couldn't think of a suitable pretext, and while she was engaged in such thoughts, Gaspar had invited her to lie on her side on the table so he could work what he smugly called 'his magic' on her. The only magic Adriana wanted was the feeling of Paula's soft tongue on her aching pussy.

'It would be much more effective if you would remove your sweatshirt,' Gaspar told Adriana with the tone of a doctor talking to his patient.

Adriana couldn't see the harm in that, given she had so much other clobber on.

'Oh! And the trainers,' he added. 'We've got to lose them too.'

Adriana duly took these off too, leaving her in her grey ankle socks. She found that the way she was lying on the table in a type of foetal position meant that she couldn't see Paula and Juanita. She nearly asked Gaspar if she could lie the other way on the table, but it wasn't designed that way and she reckoned he wouldn't agree to the idea anyway. She was keen to know what (if anything) the others were getting up to, even if Juanita was a dyke who loved playing hard to get.

Juanita must have been in her early 40s. She had long, dark (almost raven) hair, a full figure, flared hips and not a very well-defined waist. Her two greatest assets were her ass and her boobs, for which the word 'curvaceous' might have been invented.

Then, there were her lips, which were thick and sensuous, and which did a great job of setting off her larger than average mouth. Her straight, slightly upturned nose suited her no-nonsense personality perfectly, while her eyes were dark and full of light under her long eyelashes.

Adriana heard a low moan coming from across the room and craning her neck round saw that Paula had lost her top and was having her breasts kneaded by the Latina lesbian. Without asking Gaspar's opinion, Adriana turned round on the bed so that she was facing the other pair. Gaspar, who seemed to be as engrossed in the action as his client, put up no objection. Had Adriana not been so preoccupied by what was happening on the adjoining table, she would have noticed that the black hunk's cock was straining against the fabric of his white linen elastic waist pants.

Adriana was aflame with an ardour which was increasing with every passing second. As she watched Juanita descend upon Paula's chest and start suckling at her breasts, without realising it, she dropped her hand to her pussy and began to rub herself through her shell-suit bottoms.

Gaspar, who had been told by both Juanita and Paula not to jump the gun, but to bide his time in the event that Adriana started to get horny, kept working on her obliques. He did see a window of opportunity, though, and didn't want to miss it.

Very gently he addressed the Romanian lesbian.

'How about we slip off this T? It will help me get deeper into your tissue.'

Immersed by what was going on three or four yards away, Adriana grunted her consent to Gaspar, even allowing him to remove the garment for her, as she raised her arms aloft. He winced involuntarily when he saw the beige padded bra, which looked as if it had been designed and manufactured in Soviet-era Romania, but soothed himself by picturing what he imagined to be her pencil-eraser nipples. In his experience, all women with small tits had large, jutting nipples. It must have been God's way of compensating them.

The time it took for Adriana to lose her top was all the time it took for Juanita to peel off Paula's cycling shorts and start eating her pussy. Almost immediately, the teenager began whimpering and squirming on her table. Adriana was of half a mind to join them. She'd love to double-team Paula by latching onto her tits or even rimming her asshole. Notwithstanding her desire to be where the lesbian action was, she stayed put, feeling the tension being released from her muscles under the skilful hands of her dreadlocked masseur.

'I need to get into your serratus anterior,' Gaspar told her.

So rapt was she in what was happening just a matter of feet away, she didn't hear what Gaspar had said. She made a grunt to indicate that, and Gaspar repeated his words.

'Okay,' she said, not sure why he was telling her this.

As far as she was concerned, his job was to do what he had to do, not to give her a running commentary.

'It would be easier if the bra straps weren't in the way,' he said, with a politeness almost bordering on deference.

Adriana didn't seem to be attending closely to what he was saying. That was admittedly difficult to do when Paula was experiencing a coruscating orgasm. Adriana responded to this latest development by slipping her hand under the waistband of her retro trousers and frigging herself vigorously through her clunky knickers.

'Perfect!' thought Gaspar. 'Now she will be plenty wet to receive my steel rod!'

Given the fact that she had put up no argument to this point about her bra straps, Gaspar unhooked the ugly bra and slipped it off her wiry body.

'Ah!' he crooned upon seeing her perky breasts. 'Just as I thought. Her titties are fortified with veritable little battlements!'

He wasn't into her serratus anterior for long before he moved onto her pectorals.

'Yeah!' she breathed in what Gaspar took as encouragement, her eyes still glued on the other table, where Juanita was now rimming Paula's cute asshole.

'That's good. You can go deeper into my muscle tissue.'

Gaspar didn't want to push his luck, so he used both hands to massage Adriana's girlish tits without approaching her towering nipples. He didn't really need to, in a way, since Adriana brought her spare hand to her right breast and began rubbing the towering nub. At the same time, she slipped her hands under her passion-killers and began to masturbate in earnest, her moans harmonising with Paula's.

'Would you like me to help you out of your shell suit?' Gaspar asked. 'You might find it more comfortable.'

Adriana nodded abstractedly and arched her back so the masseur could get the job done. Gaspar decided to kill two birds with one stone by going deep and tugging off the coarse beige knickers as well. Her ass was like a man's - no, a boy's - but in all important ways she was certainly very fuckable. Gaspar's cock signalled its readiness for action by shifting about under his surgical-looking waist pants.

XIX

Clad only in her little grey socks, Adriana resembled a skinny lamb. A lamb which Gaspar was now determined to skewer. Paula and Juanita, seeing how aroused he had become and worried that he might ruin everything by moving too fast, looked at each other and communicated wordlessly. Slipping off the table, they headed to the other station. Juanita assumed responsibility for engaging Adriana in a French kiss, while Paula made a beeline for her pussy - but not before winking at Gaspar and mouthing the words, 'Just preparing her for you!'

Gaspar stood there, it has to be said, a little confused and conflicted. The whole point of this liaison had been for the confirmed lesbo to experience her first cock, not for Paula and Juanita to indulge in three-way girl-on-girl action.

In lieu of anything else to do, he started stroking his penis. Little by little, his displeasure at being excluded from the action was first blended with, then all but replaced by, his arousal at being able to watch three women fucking each other. Anxious lest he might shoot his load, he stopped stroking himself and went and sat on the other table. If the women kept their word, then it wouldn't be long before he was called into action.

This scenario was becoming more and more likely in view of the state Adriana was getting into. Juanita's large mouth was almost devouring Adriana. Despite being engulfed by that fearsome weapon, the Romanian woman still somehow managed to make noise - quite a bit of it, even if you wouldn't have been able to find the words in any dictionary.

Most of this was down to the fact that Paula wasn't leaving anything on the court in terms of tonguing the older woman's pussy. Notwithstanding the extraordinary lashing she was giving her, Gaspar felt he could have done an even better job.

'She might possess the technique but she lacks passion, like all gringas,' he observed.

Less than perfect or not, Paula's attentions obviously worked for Adriana, as it wasn't long before she was experiencing a series of debilitating orgasms.

'Okay,' Paula said, turning towards Gaspar. 'Just remember what we said.'

Cued by Adriana's orgasm, Juanita had unclamped her mouth from the tennis pro's and had taken upon herself the job of talking to her and convincing her of the compatibility of being a lesbian and accepting cock. She knew it wouldn't be easy at all. She only had to consider herself; she'd never be seen dead with a male chauvinist pig like this ugly bear of a man!

The key thing was to get the correct balance between stick and carrot. If the stick was Gaspar's massive dick, then the carrot was obviously the two pussies that the brunette couldn't wait to munch on.

'Would you like to lick me out?' Juanita asked her.

It was a no-brainer, of course.

'I need to share something with you,' she continued. 'Can you keep a secret?'

'Yes!' Adriana shot back instantly.

'I have a fetish. I need to see a woman sucking dick - preferably, black dick. Otherwise, I can't come.'

'No wonder she wouldn't make out with the girls at previous tournaments!' Adriana thought.

'Well, um, okay... I guess,' Adriana replied. 'But I'd like to see you do it first. Otherwise, I'd have no clue.'

This was a development which Juanita and Paula certainly weren't expecting. They exchanged quick glances but Juanita knew she couldn't fob it off on Paula. Adriana was already suspicious about the way this session was panning out.

'Of course,' Juanita replied - wondering if Paula knew what a huge favour she owed her.

'Here, let me help,' said Paula, crouching down so she was in a position to lick his smooth balls - something which really gave her a kick.

It was some time after Paula got busy before Juanita was able to pluck up the courage to confront the jet black dick. One thing in her favour was that she had a large mouth. Not for nothing was she called the Julia Roberts of Guadalajara.

She decided to start at the beginning, with his bulbous head.

'God! Yuck!' she cried out to herself. 'The fucking thing's leaking his jizz!'

'Drink it, babe!' he told her, picking up her hesitation, but mistaking her repulsion for shyness.

'It's full of vitamin A,' he added - as if that would clinch it for her.

Seeking moral support, Juanita shot a glance at Paula. Paula smiled at her and nodded.

'You'll love the taste,' she said. 'Sweet and a little nutty.'

'Bitch!' the Mexican woman exclaimed inwardly.

Feeling like she had no choice if their plan were to succeed, she stuck her tongue out tentatively and taking a tiny sliver on the tip of her tongue drew it into her mouth and brought it to her taste buds. Paula wasn't lying, the stuff tasted good. Forgetting herself, Juanita returned to the source and lapped up the remainder.

'Told you babe!' the incredibly annoying Afro-Mexican added.

'Now slide your mouth down on my manhood. You're in for the ride of your life!'

Unlike Paula, who'd seen it as mission impossible to handle his girth, Juanita, facing her first penis and uncertain of what par was, Juanita reckoned it would be a piece of cake to take him down her throat. In one easy movement, she slid her voluminous mouth down until she'd reached her destination, causing Paula to gasp in amazement and admiration.

She came back off him wondering what all the fuss about blowjobs was.

'Bob up and down on it a bit,' Paula said, wondering what effect the ease with which Juanita had managed to accommodate him would have on Adriana when she had to try the same manoeuvre.

'Okay,' said Juanita, who actually had enjoyed the sensation of having something like a popsicle in her mouth.

Using the kind of speed not usually associated with fellatio, Juanita took hold of his balls with one hand, used the other to feel the steely musculature of his abdomen and set off on her journey. Up and down she went at breakneck speed, accelerating until the inevitable happened.

Taken completely unawares - hopelessly unable to read the signs of his impending orgasm - Juanita found streams of cum being pumped down her throat.

Only when his dick had stopped juddering did she detach herself from him. Trickles of ejaculatate were running from both corners of her mouth. The rest she had already drunk.

'I should really bottle it up and charge for it,' said Gaspar. 'I'd get top dollar for it.'

Ignoring his latest blast of narcissism, Juanita turned to Adriana and told her it was her turn. Paula wasn't sure about this, as, if he came a second time while being blown, there was every chance that he'd have nothing left in the tank to give Adriana a good fucking with. And that, after all, was the whole purpose of the exercise.

Amazingly, the gold-star lesbian seemed keen to give it a go. While Gaspar was off in the bathroom cleaning himself up (and wearing out another mirror), Adriana asked Juanita where she should begin. This seemed a funny question, given that she'd just watched a demonstration, but Paula was quick to step in before Juanita said something cutting.

'His balls are just amazing. Why don't you start there? But remember, a man's balls are incredibly sensitive.'

Gaspar re-entered the room with a spring in his step. He presented an unaccustomed sight to the women: a soft, floppy penis. Even flaccid, though, it still packed a punch, its length and girth put one in mind of a pony's pride and joy. He stood beside his massage table and waited for Adriana to service him. In many ways, she was the least attractive of the three, but there was something elfin about her. She reminded him of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's - but without the class.

With mixed feelings, Paula looked on as Adriana knelt down as if in homage before Gaspar. She didn't believe that she could make the big man come again so soon after his first climax, but in sex, as in tennis, as in life, you just never knew. As instructed, the Romanian started on his testicles, cradling his ball sac with great care, mindful of the advice she'd been given.

XX

From the moment her fingers touched his skin, Gaspar knew he was onto a winner. With a sensitivity which you wouldn't have thought he possessed, he intuited that Adriana needed handling with kid gloves. He was absolutely convinced that she would be howling like a wolf when she was firmly impaled on his shaft, but for the moment it was very much a case of 'Softly, softly, catchee monkey.' He even encouraged her.

'Yea, babe! That feels so good. You got magic in your fingers. You know that, don't you?'

Adriana, who had developed a thick skin to cope with all that life had thrown at her, was actually a bit of a softie at heart. A little bit of praise could reap large dividends. After a couple of minutes cradling his balls and running her fingers round them as if she was trying to find the circumference, she moved onto the part that was always clamouring to be the centre of attention.

Already it was responding to her touch. She ran one finger along its length and watched enraptured as it spasmed just inches from her face. Next, she blew on its tip. When she saw how much Gaspar enjoyed it, she blew once more, then several times more. And still the thing kept growing.

Sitting on the other massage table, Paula and Juanita exchanged glances. Paula's eyes said, 'This girl has hidden depths I never would have guessed at,' while Juanita's eyes told their own story: 'I've got a feeling she's going to make him blow his load.'

Even though Gaspar had washed up thoroughly in the bathroom, jism continued to leak from his penis. Both Paula and Juanita knew that how she reacted to the sight of his secretion would be pivotal to their interaction. She didn't even bother to test it with her fingers. Without a minute's hesitation, she wrapped her lips around his glans and sucked the warm, gluey liquid out of his orifice. She sucked with so much force that her cheeks became concave. Across the room, Juanita and Paula nudged each other like schoolgirls. They knew they were going to be in for a treat, and they had ringside seats.

'Is it because she's so competitive?' Paula thought. 'She can't bear the thought of missing out on what others have had?'

'She saw how much I loved the taste of his spunk,' Juanita reasoned. 'She also understands that homosexual and heterosexual are just labels, like flags that are carried onto battlefields to signal allegiances. Part of the display we like to make in order to create an identity for ourselves and deal with our alienation.'

Thus spoke Juanita - a student of Friedrich Nietzsche.

Adriana felt a little robbed that she could only enjoy a thimbleful of his delicious essence. She realised that the only way to savour more was to make him reach another orgasm. This is where her ability to endure pain, developed during her childhood in Botoşani, one of her country's poorest towns, really came to her aid.

A great believer in the philosophy of marginal gains, Adriana knew she would have to take it one step at a time when it came to the task of descending the black man's tree trunk of a penis. She couldn't afford to take a backward step. She would have to go through the pain barrier - and then some.

After the whirlwind that had been Juanita, Gaspar was hoping that this time would be different. He was uncertain whether he would be able to come again so soon after emptying himself inside Juanita's capacious mouth, but his best chance lay in Adriana taking it nice and slow and giving him the opportunity to refill his storage tubes.

Adriana had only ever been with members of her own sex. She had started having intimate relations with girls while at school, then, after she left school, with her family having no money to send her to university, she had taken odd jobs in her hometown before moving to Bucharest, where she became a 'hostess' in a lesbian club patronised by the elite of Romanian society - an underground life serving the underworld. This sordid existence did at least give her the time and the means to practise her tennis and, in time, to hire her first coach.

All the men she had known in Romania had been lecherous villains. Her own father, who she rarely saw while growing up because he was always with other women, was involved with a local gang and would die of gunshot wounds soon after she had left for the capital. To say she had no positive male role models would be an understatement.

But many of the women in her life had let her down too. And the members of the elite club where she worked for more than two years were the worst of them all: entitled, lazy, vacuous, boring and heartless. Since she moved to the USA, she realised that her sexuality had been a kind of default option for her, a path of least resistance. Being known (and to some extent, feared) as a dyke had given her an identity and it enabled her to keep her life simple and neatly compartmentalised.

Now (and not because she felt anything for Gaspar as a human being - the two of them were merely using each other, and that was fine by her), she felt she was able to break the mould which life had shaped for her. She might have no idea what she wanted to be or who she wanted to be with (if anyone), but she felt that at least she was like an oyster drifting free in the ocean currents, while once she had been clamped upon a rock, unable to move.

Adriana braced herself in preparation for the ascent of Gaspar's column, which was now fully engorged. When she was just 15, she and a bunch of her friends had climbed Moldoveanu Peak, Romania's highest mountain. That weekend had been one of the happiest times of her life. She had trained for it in the eastern Carpathian range near her home and the feeling when she stood on the top was one of ecstasy. No sex she had had with women had come close to that until she seduced Paula.

She held his penis at its base and, noting how he moaned softly at the touch, made a ring of her forefinger and thumb and drew it down his column and back up again.

'Fuck, you're good!' Gaspar exclaimed, getting the attention not only of Adrian but of Paula and Juanita as well.

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, the way to Adriana's heart was through praise and admiration. She withdraw her hand, placed her fingers in her mouth and gave Gaspar the same treatment, only this time with slick fingers.

'Aw, fuck, yes!' Gaspar exclaimed. 'You're so fucking good, babe!'

So, she did it again - and again - coaxing more precum from his glans and lapping it up hungrily. Juanita and Paula looked on agog. They thought they would be needed to encourage Adriana and even perhaps to stop her from throwing in the towel, but here she was prepping Gaspar like a seasoned pro. To celebrate what they liked to think of as their achievement, the women kissed, Paula's had dropping to Juanita's breast, while the Hispanic woman's fingers unerringly located the blonde's pussy.

But, this is Adriana's story, so we must leave those two lovers - at least for the present - to their own narrative.

Adriana knew she couldn't delay the moment of truth any longer. She practised the breathing exercises she had learned from yoga and stretched her facial muscles and those of her jaw. Her years playing professional tennis as a person handicapped by short stature and a lack of sprint speed had taught her that success lay in technique. What she lacked in oral capacity she had to make up for in timing and placement.

Opening her mouth wide, but being careful not to overexert herself, she slid down the first three inches of his phallus.

'Fuck! No!' cried Gaspar, drawing the attention of Juanita and Paula, who briefly broke off the sixty-nine which they were enjoying.

'Don't go any further if you don't want to, babe,' Gaspar told Adriana.

It was like he was a new man - a Renaissance man - a compassionate feminist, almost. How truly unpredictable is the course of... surely not true love, you're saying. Well, let us follow them and find out.

Of course, Adriana couldn't respond verbally to Gaspar's words. That had to be left to body language, and her body language was most certainly positive. Down she went another couple of inches, her saliva forming a pool on the tiled floor of the massage room.

'Fuck, babe! You're so fucking great!'

'But, hey, I don't want you to hurt yourself. Come up for air anytime you want.'

Energised by his words of affirmation, Paula dug deeper and went deeper along his schlong, which - testimony to her own capabilities - had grown perhaps another half inch.

'My fucking god!' he cried. 'PLEASE, don't injure yourself. Remember you have another match tomorrow.'

'If you only knew how much I have suffered in my life,' Paula wanted to tell him.

Since that was impossible, she did the next best thing and pushed forward on his almost impossibly large column, her spittle now forming a kind of mountain tarn on the floor. His dong was already in her throat and she needed to do a quick adjustment in order to prevent herself from gagging. It was like when you had to put in a half step as you rebalanced to prevent yourself being wrong footed by the ball that goes behind you.

The result was that she was able to regroup and prepare herself for the final push to the summit. Her oxygen levels were low, as they had been on that peak 15 years ago. Drawing on all her reserves of energy, she urged herself on.

'No pain, no gain,' she told herself.

Suddenly, she became aware of a deep rumbling. Gaspar - tanks replenished - was on the cusp of sending her his express delivery. Electrified by the thought of his ambrosial fluid coursing down her throat, she made one last effort, and she was there!

'Flood me! Flood me now!' she screamed.

With a roar as of a lion bellowing on the top of a jagged rock, Gaspar released a torrent of broiling spunk down her throat. Like one floating on air, Adriana felt herself becoming detached from her body. She let her reflexes take over. She drank what she could, then, coming off him, let his semen plaster her face.

Without a pause, Gaspar pushed her onto her back and began licking the goo from her face, her hair and her neck. Then he kissed her with a passion she had never known, going deep into the mouth which had just brought him to paradise, sucking out his own sperm as if he could somehow reuse it.

While Paula and Juanita looked on, he cradled her tenderly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

'This,' he thought, 'could be the start of a beautiful relationship.'

XXI

In a chivalrous manner befitting Lancelot, Gaspar lifted his Guinevere up and laid her softly on the table.

'Would you like to rest?' he asked her, placing a pillow under her head.

'Just for a minute,' she smiled at him.

Paula had never been her so happy. Soon it was Gaspar's turn to grin, as Adriana took hold of his droopy penis, which resembled nothing so much as a giant slug, and squeezed it with purpose.

'It's almost too big to get my whole hand round,' she said.

Gaspar beamed in response. Almost immediately, his penis began to grow. Adriana - suddenly an untroubled child again - released her hand from his shaft, giggling.

'It's too big for me to hold now!'

Gaspar looked away from her a little bashfully and coughed as if he were requesting permission to do something. Adriana asked him what it was, and, almost whispering, he asked her if he could lick her pussy.

'I've been waiting to hear those words,' Paula responded, spreading her legs wide to make life that little bit easier for him.

Down he got to work.

Demonstrating his new sensitivity, Gaspar eschewed her jewel for the time being and kissed her once more on the lips. Adriana responded by moving her hands to his buttocks. Feeling his arousal, both physically and emotionally, she dug her fingernails into his flesh.

'Aw! Fuck, Adriana!' he drawled.

As they kissed, Adriana shifted her body so that his penis was at the entrance to love channel. Sensing his confusion, Adriana told him she wanted him inside her now.

'Plenty of time for gentle lovemaking later,' she told him softly.

'Are you happy with missionary?' he enquired.

'Missionary first and then we see,' said Adriana.

Paula looked at Juanita as if to say, 'Should we take our leave now?'

Juanita returned a look that said, 'Let's just see them consummate their relationship.'

So they stayed put. Paula was more involved in this match than she was in watching an upcoming opponent play. She vividly remembered the feeling of Gaspar's cock in her pussy. She couldn't help but admit it: she was envious of Adriana and would give anything to swap places with her.

Sensing this, Juanita touched her arm and leant on her shoulder. Paula put her arm round Juanita's shoulder and they settled down to watch the coupling.

'Now!' said Adriana urgently. 'I want you inside me; deep inside me: as deep as you can go.'

Gaspar slipped his still burgeoning manhood inside her with a calmness which owed everything to the sense of peace, happiness and security he felt.

Adriana tried to stifle a grunt, but was unable to do so. She didn't want to seem like an ingenue. Gaspar must have bedded so many high-class women and she didn't want to come across all clutzy. Had she known how much Gaspar enjoyed her responding to the sensations she was undergoing, she wouldn't have bothered to entertain such silly thoughts.

Withdrawing his shaft to the opening of her vagina, he pushed down into her like a militiaman loading his musket with birdshot.

'Aargh!' groaned Adriana, momentarily concerned that her vulva was going to be torn apart.

Gaspar paid no attention to Adriana's response. He'd heard this kind of thing a hundred times before. Many was the time he'd been unbraided for slowing down or stopping altogether by women who were in the throes of ecstasy.

Instead, he plunged in even deeper, elated to be performing the job for which he had been placed on this earth: demolition. Adriana felt like she was in a plane spinning out of control and plummeting to the earth. She found nothing she could hold onto. Her only hope was to close her eyes and pray that she would survive the fall.

Gaspar lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and, taking the knee, pistoned his cock unpityingly inside her. The vast majority of women would have come by now. But this Adriana was different; she was a keeper. She had survived the crisis and was as much in control of her emotions as it was possible to be.

'Destroy me with your manhood!' she cried. 'Demolish me with your monster!'

Now it was Gaspar's turn to grunt. Those two ejaculations had taken it out of him and he was seriously struggling to lift himself for one final effort. Only once had he come three times in one night, and that was with three different women: a mother, her daughter and the mother's sister.

'Keep talking to me dirty, baby! I want you to help me across the line.'

'You like pussy, don't you, Gaspar?'

'Sure. I love it.'

'You like fucking in the asshole too?'

'Sure, baby.'

'I'm not going to let you fuck my asshole, Gaspar.'

'Cool.'

'However badly you want to put your nine inches in my back door, I'm not going to let you. Ever. You understand?'

'Sure, baby.'

'If you come inside me now, I may let you rim my asshole with your tongue. You can do that?'

'Sure.'

'Women love it when I rim their anuses,' he said, reverting - albeit briefly - to type.

'I don't care what other women like. You got that?'

'Sure, babe.'

This line of talk didn't seem to be working. Adriana tried another tack.

'You liked watching Paula and Juanita getting each other off, didn't you?'

'I guess.'

'Paula and I have fucked. Would you like to watch us together.'

'One day, maybe.'

'You don't sound very enthusiastic.'

'I mean, you know, it's you I want to be with right now.'

'But you can imagine I'm going down on Paula's sweet pussy. She's very beautiful, isn't she? I know you want to fuck her.'

Adriana was speaking loud enough for Paula to hear her.

Gaspar was a bit stuck for an answer. On the one hand, he didn't want to reveal his hand, especially with Paula right there, but on the other, he knew Adriana wouldn't believe him if he denied it.

'I think any man would want to make love to Paula,' he said, as evenly as he could.

'Then fuck me hard, and fuck me without thinking of her.'

Gaspar knew the game she was playing and was grateful for it. Turning her over, so she couldn't see his eyes, he got her on all fours and drove his penis into her as if she were a mere whore.

'You asked for it!' his inner voice was yelling at him.

He tried not to think about Paula, but Adriana had planted the seed and it was germinating and growing fast.

Images of Adriana and Paula alternated in his mind. First, he was taking them separately, then they were sixty-nining each other. But it was the final image that took him over the edge.

Paula was fucking another man cowboy-style. Gaspar entered the room and lining up his cock at her asshole, powered it forward with tremendous force, causing Paula to experience a disabling orgasm.

With a cry of triumph, he released his seed inside Adriana, who had just been waiting for this moment to unlock her own blistering orgasm. They collapsed on the table and kissed once more: blithely and without hurry. Juanita and Paula took it as their cue to leave the room.