MaryJane Huffman walked out of the arrivals terminal toward the luggage carrel. She saw him right away, Not shabby at all. A real stud. He was maybe 6'2", blond, clean cut, buff. A sign board he held in his hand was printed in a professionally done script she recognized as Copperplate Gothic. It read, "Mrs. M. Huffman." But before she could respond to the sign, the very sexy looking guy looked at her and smiled, "Mrs. Huffman, I presume."
She smiled back and nodded. So far so good. Very good.
Walking towards the carrel which was now clanking its way around, he asked, "Was the trip comfortable?"
"It certainly was," she replied, smiling broadly back at him.
With a practiced ease, he retrieved the bag she pointed out to him as being hers, and they began walking towards the parking area. "My name is Ray Massey. Your picture was faxed to us so that I was able to recognize you easily." They stood at a white LandRover with the initials, L.L.L.tastefully lettered on its door, done in the same gothic script as her name had been written out. He put her luggage in the back of the car and ushered MaryJane into the passenger seat. She noticed that he car was spotless. It smelled brand- new-car clean.
Well, here she was, on her way to Landon's Lady Lavorotica.
The ride, as was everything about her trip so far, was lovely. The road they were on was smooth and not heavily travelled. The other cars on the road all seemed new and freshly waxed. The landscape she saw through the window was clean, tasteful and well tended.
She looked over at the driver, at Ray Massey who was driving carefully, an easy smile on his face. "L.L.L.'s motto, 'WHENEVER, WHEREEVER, HOWEVER, WITH WHOMEVER,' she asked him, "does it mean what it says?"
"Exactly," Ray replied, still smiling. He kept his eyes on the road, didn't glance at her, but his smile never diminished.
The motto referred, of course, to sex. That's what she was here for, for sex, to get fucked, to have her body pleasured, to have her libido satisfied, whenever, wherever, however and with whomever she desired. That was why Landon's Lady Lavorotica existed.
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MaryJane Huffman had learned about Landon's in a whispered conversation with the mother of one of her students.
Clarissa Rivere had invited MaryJane to tea one day after a PTA meeting at Our Lady of Sweet Tidings where MaryJane taught and Mrs. Rivere's Anna Marie was a student. Mrs. Rivere had been blunt. "I am sure," she told MaryJane as she held her tea cup, pinky extended as etiquette required, "that you are one of us, a person with an especially active libido." Mrs. Rivere, continuing her explanation, had never come close to using the word "slut," but MaryJane understood immediately that Mrs. Rivere had recognized a confrere, a fellow slut. She listened attentively as Mrs. Rivere told her about Landon's, a resort that was unique, built for and existing for one purpose, to pleasure sluts.
But, it wasn't until MaryJane had won the Diocesan raffle which was held every six months as a means of providing a bonus to at least one its lucky teachers that she investigated Landon's further and met with the Landon spokesperson to whom MaryJane had been recommended by Mrs. Rivere.
MaryJane followed the raffle win and the meeting by cashing in her retirement account from Holy Mother, her previous employer. She then added a bit of money from a trust fund left to her by an aunt. All together, the Landon's enrollment had cost quite a bit of money, but, MaryJane thought, it would be worth every cent if the visit turned out to be as good as promised.
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"We'll be there in a few minutes," Ray said.
A minute or so after Ray's statement, MaryJane Huffman was able to see the beautifully landscaped Landon facility. Far in the background, at the end of a long and winding road, she saw several cabins, each a different color, each gleaming, each surrounded by a garden,
"Will you be able to help me unpack and get settled when we arrive?" MaryJane asked.
"Most certainly," he replied a big smile on his face.
The cabin she was shown into was gorgeous. Beautifully arranged flowers filled vases around the room. Restful art adorned the walls. It featured a large closet and two dressers. The king sized bed looked comfortable.
"Anything else? Would you like a tour of the Lavorotica?" Ray asked.
"Tell me, Ray," MaryJane said, "is this room included in 'WHEREEVER?"
Ray nodded yes. His smile remained.
MaryJane continued, "Is now contained in WHENEVER?"
Ray nodded yes again. His smile, if anything, grew wider.
MaryJane returned the smile. "And are you among the WHOMEVER?"
He nodded yes once again.
MaryJane moved closer.
It was not much more than a minute later, and they were both lying on the bed, unclothed, smiling, She was pleased to note that his cock was quite long. It was pleasingly plump, circumcised, clean. She held it in her hand. It felt good and firm, hefty. She felt his hand touch her breast, his fingers brush lightly against her nipples. His other hand played along the folds of her labia, slowly moving towards her clitoris. MaryJane felt her inner labia begin to open, her vagina begin to become wet. "HOWEVER?" MaryJane murmured.
"You got it," she heard Ray say.
Not a moment later, as he responded to the slight pressure she exerted on the top of his head, she felt him lower himself on the bed until his lips were kissing her cunt lips. A few seconds later, he was kissing the tip of her clitoris. Then he was running his tongue over the shaft of her throbbing clit. She felt his hand holding the rounded globe of her ass. She wanted to say something, but all that would come from her mouth was a long oooooooou sound, a deep purr, and a growl of pleasure.
Her hands gripped at his muscled shoulders as he continued to pleasure her clit and labia with his tongue. His fingers explored her vagina. She felt her breathing quicken, her stomach muscles tense, became rigid.
She let go of his shoulder and threw her arms upward, over her head, stretching her torso and inviting him to slide his body up until they were face to face and his tongue, tasting of her cunt juice, was in her mouth.
They kissed, their foreheads rubbing. Their noses slid up and down against each the other's
And then MaryJane Huffman felt the glory of his cock as she held it in her hand and helped slowly glide it past the lips of her vulva and deep into the wet pink of her ravenous cunt.
