Chapter 17

Sam and Gina hardly made it into her room before they were madly tearing each other's clothes off. "Oh, God," Gina moaned, as Sam tossed her bra aside and took a hard nipple into his mouth, "I've *never* been this horny."

Sam paused long enough to say, "It looked like your Dad and Angie were feeling kind of hot and bothered, too."

"Yeah. Oh... yes... please, keep doing that. I've never seen them act like that. It must be catching."

"Mmm." Sam moved up to Gina's lips and kissed her fiercely. Her mouth opened, and their tongues arced together, flirting, struggling. "Well, I've caught it," he said breathlessly. "God, I want you so badly."

"You've got me," Gina said. "Any way you want me."

Sam unbuttoned her fly and yanked her jeans and panties down. Gina put a hand on his shoulder for balance and stepped out of them. She stood beautifully nude before him, her eyes glowing with lust. The hard muscles of her gymnast's body were softened by feminine contours: tight ass smoothing into gently curving hips; breasts standing proudly above her flat stomach, which sloped down to the damp curls of her aroused sex. Her hair, slightly tousled, brushed the elegant line of her neck. She was an erotic vision, skin flushed with need, moist lips parted, looking at him, wanting him.

"You're so beautiful," Sam said wonderingly, and Gina's look of need gained an addition of tenderness as she smiled almost shyly. Sam rose to his feet and took her back into his arms, kissing her. He felt her smooth skin against his bare chest, nipples poking into him. Her breath was warm as she nuzzled his throat. Sam swept her up into his arms and gave her another kiss, then tossed her onto the bed, exciting a gasp of startled laughter.

"Careful how you throw me around!" Gina said huskily, twining her arms around him as he lay down beside her, "You might break me."

"God forbid," Sam said, running a hand over her breast. Gina shivered with pleasure and moaned softly. "Yesterday was your first time," he mentioned.

"Yes... I can hardly believe it," Gina said, eyes fluttering closed with lust.

"How do you feel? Are you still sore?"

"A little," she admitted. "But I still want you!"

Sam laughed. "And you'll have me," he said. "But there are other ways. Hold still now."

He kissed his way down her throat, nibbled at her collarbone, moved down to her breasts. His tongue flicked over a nipple, once, twice, then he took it into his mouth and sucked. He switched breasts, his fingers tugging lightly at the nipple he'd just released while he licked and sucked the other. Then he moved lower, kissing and licking his way over her stomach.

Gina giggled a bit. "That... kind of tickles... " she whispered, then shuddered as he moved to her inner thigh. Her legs parted before his approach, opening to him. Sam paused a moment to look up her body at her face, smiling.

"You're so sexy," he said. "I love you." Then his tongue moved over her cunt and Gina's world exploded in pleasure.

Roberto and Angie prepared for bed much as usual; except it wasn't very usual at all. Roberto looked at Angie, as she removed her dress and hung it neatly in the closet, thinking (as he often did) how lucky he was that such a lovely young woman would want him. Angie caught him looking and smiled at him, her long brown hair spilling about her shoulders, making his heart contract as their eyes met.

"You're so beautiful," Roberto said. "I'm a lucky man."

Angie seemed to melt, smiling at him so happily that he wondered why he didn't tell her more often how much she meant to him. He took her in his arms and kissed her, then cradled her against his chest.

"I hope the kids are doing all right," he said irrelevantly.

Angie laughed and pulled his head down for another kiss. "Forget about them; they'll be fine," she advised. "You should concentrate on me. If you play your cards right, I just might fuck your brains out tonight."

Roberto was a little startled, but then he grinned. "Then I think I'll play my cards very carefully," he said, and slid his hand up to unhook her bra and throw it aside.

Gina was floating on a tide of bliss. She had touched herself in the past, and Sam had touched her the night before, but it was nothing compared to the exquisite sensation of his tongue moving teasingly over her clit. Sam had slid a finger into her, and was stroking the inside of her cunt in time with the stimulation of his tongue; he'd found a particular spot that sent a pleasant burn radiating from her crotch throughout her body. Sam seemed to sense exactly how close she was to orgasm, and sped up or slowed down accordingly, slowly moving her closer without ever quite letting her arrive. Gina was now working her own tits with her hands, vainly squeezing and twisting her nipples to try to push herself over the edge into ecstasy.

"Oh, please, Sam," she begged. "Just finish it. I need to come so badly... I'm so close... oh, please, God, I feel so good, I can't take this much longer... please... please... I need it... please... "

Whether responding to her pleas or not, Sam gradually sped the movements of his tongue and fingers. Gina began to toss her head from side to side, almost feverishly, groaning at the feelings pouring through her. She was so close... she could feel it approaching... it was building up in her.

"Oh, fuck, oh, God, Sam, oh!" she screamed as the orgasm seared along her overstimulated nerves -- a surge of ecstasy that grew, and went on, and on, and on.

"Oh, God, Roberto," Angie moaned, "that feels so fucking good... please keep doing that... oh, yes, yes!"

Roberto diCosta did not ordinarily enjoy going down on a woman, and his lovemaking with Angie rarely involved oral sex. But tonight he was lapping away at her pussy as if his life depended on it, and doing a better job than he had ever done. Angie felt as if she would fly apart from the sheer sensuality of it. Her legs were spread wide as she lay naked on the big bed, fingers combing through her husband's graying hair as he burrowed into her pussy with enthusiasm.

Then his finger slipped inside of her, to stroke in time with his tongue; Angie felt a lightness come over her, and then the world dissolved in a wave of pleasure.

When Gina revived a bit, she found herself cradled in Sam's arms, being rocked gently. For a minute or so she just let herself be held, smiling, feeling a deep pool of happiness and contentment engulfing her. She was with Sam, and she was his. Finally she heaved a great sigh and turned her head to kiss him.