He lowered his chest to hers and could feel the firm mounds of her boobs. “That sounded pretty good.”
“Very good, more!” He humped more and they kissed, sweat was beading on his brow and he could feel the sweat on his back. “How about a new position?” He was grateful to have some air. “Move up here and I will sit on it.”
“Great.” They switched positions. He sat with his back to the wall. She straddled him and sat down with a yelp. He grunted.
She rode him and rotated her hips. She was sweating now as well. This went on for another ten minutes and she could feel the perspiration running down her chest. He loves squeezing her perfect buns. She loved the feeling of his hands.
She humped herself down as hard as she could stand and could feel him in her stomach. “Fuck that feels good.” She moaned a lot, quite loudly and he was glad that he was pleasing her. She felt another orgasm coming on and sped up. She had another nice little orgasm and gave a sexy little grunt of satisfaction. A minute later, “Are you OK?”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“I want to make you come. What would you like?”
“…Suck me off?”
She reluctantly got off of his cock. They had been fucking for about twenty minutes and were both sweating. He snapped off the condom. She got between his legs. “Does my mouth feel better than my pussy?”
“The condom kinda diminishes the feeling. I will come soon.”
She licked his balls and sucked him good. Two minutes later he said he would come soon. She stroked as she sucked. He let go a steady stream of semen that landed all over her face, neck and chest. He grunted and went limp.
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“I will send you a plane ticket. Come to LA. It’s probably cooler and we have a beach house in Malibu. It will be great. It would be great way to blow off steam.”
All of the Kappas knew that Iliki had money, a lot of it. Her father was a billionaire. They did not know much about money management but they knew that he had become a part owner of the Los Angeles Dodgers. They also knew that David had pledged one million dollars to the university, as it made news in the alumni and student newsletters. There was an event on campus honoring David and some of the Kappas attended.
“OMG, I don’t believe it. Are you sure, I mean…. I don’t have a lot of clothes. You have all of those sisters. Is there room? I don’t think so….”
“Silly girl, on our first day we will go the Beverly Center and get you everything, my treat. Sure, there are a lot of people in the house but we have thirty-nine beds in fourteen bedrooms and two large houses, not including the guest house.”
“Are you kidding? No way.”
“Then it’s settled.”
On Saturday night after her last final, Iliki called home to ask her father if she could have a friend stay for a part of the summer. He asked her how long the friend would stay. “A few weeks….” Of course his answer was yes. David would do anything for his children. The seven girls had him wrapped around their little fingers. He could hardly ever say no to them. The four boys were also spoiled but not like the girls.
Iliki did learn that her dad was planning a trip to Hawaii for the whole family in August (22 people in all including Sue’s parents, Noelani, Noelani’s mother, husband and son, and David’s sister, her boyfriend and nephews). They would take David’s 757, which had seating for 27 as well as an entertainment area and two bed rooms and they would stay at the Surfrider North Resort on the north shore which was the largest and nicest resort owned by David’s REIT. That was important so Iliki could appropriately plan a great few weeks for her sorority sister.
They made plans for Robin to fly into LA on June 30th and stay until July 25th. Iliki knew that if she wanted to hold her annual summer party at the Malibu beach house, she would have to avoid the Fourth of July week since David always held a series of events for his business partners, city councilmen and –women that week, the mayor of course.
“OK, we can hang around the mansion until July 12th and have a party in Malibu the weekend of the 19th and 20th. It will be great. I will send you a schedule. Let me know if that would work so I can purchase the plane tickets.”
“Incredible,” was all Robin could say. She was overwhelmed by Iliki’s generosity. Iliki picked up Robin at the Southwest terminal on June 30th in her BMW 540i. Robin got in. “Great car, it looks great.” It smelled great as well, like new.
“My dad has a detailer at the house every day, as there are now nine cars to care for.” Robin was overwhelmed. They zipped onto Century Boulevard, then onto the 405, exiting on Sunset and finally through the big white entrance to Bel Air. The whole time, the girls chatted about the next month. Iliki told her that the next day would be shopping, Beverly Center and Rodeo Drive. She finished telling Robin about her sisters and about the party she had planned for Friday and Saturday July 19th and 20th.
“Guys, will there be guys?”
“Of course, duh.”
“I am ready to sample the Beverly Hills crowd and get some ass, if you can arrange it.”
“Nothing in Tuscon?”
“Very dry,” was all she could say.
They drove through the Bel Air entrance, made few rights and two lefts, stopping in, well it looked like Hollywood to Robin, like the houses in Beverly Hills 90210. The BMW stopped on a street with mega-mansions everywhere. As one corner approached Robin looked out the passenger side window to see a house with a stucco fence that went almost one hundred yards. They turned right and the stucco fence continued on the next street for another 60 yards. “Is that one house?”