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Chapter 1
"Are you trying to get us arrested?" Shelley Ordwell's voice was too
full of restrained laughter to be a rebuke.
"Not me!" Ross Ordwell leaned to his left and peered closely at his
wife's uncovered tits. He had removed her halter as she drove the big
station wagon over the county highway, and now he could admire the ripe
firmness of the exposed jugs at close range. "You're doing the driving,
Shel!"
"Sure, and when some patrolman pulls me over to ask why I'm half-naked,
you'll just sit there and watch the fun. I know you!"
"The turn-off's just around the next curve," he told her. "You'll be
driving up Harp Lake Road before you know it. And no patrolmen use that
road." He unfastened the waist of her shorts and started to work them
down off her hips.
"Ross!" she shrieked. "Can't you wait until we get there?" Again, her
voice held more amusement than irritation, and she lifted her ass as she
held her weight on the steering wheel; she was too fond of those shorts
to have them torn.
"No, by God!" he answered, slipping the garment down over her sleek
thighs and letting them fall to drape loosely around her trim ankles and
calves. "When this car stops, I want to be ready for a wild fuck. I've
been horny and hard ever since we left the freeway!"
Shelley kicked off her left shoe and worked her foot free of the
clinging shorts, thankful that the vehicle had automatic transmission.
She shifted her freed left foot to the gas pedal while she extricated
her right foot from the wad of dust-covered fabric that had been,
moments before, her favorite shorts--fresh from the wash. As she got her
right foot back on the gas pedal, Ross put his lips over her right
nipple and sucked at it hungrily.
"Ross!" she yelled. The surprise made her foot press down in reflex,
accelerating their rate of travel just as she wanted to slow down for
the turn-off. Her right arm clamped down on his neck, and she held it
tightly within the crook of her elbow as she braked, signaled and turned
off onto the side road that led to Harp Lake.
She stopped the car twenty feet from the county road and Ross got out to
unlock the big steel gate in front of them. Shelley drove through and,
while Ross closed and locked the gate, she let up on the brake, allowing
the vehicle to steal slowly away from him.
"Hey!" he yelled, running to catch up and climbing inside to sit beside
her, laughing and panting. "For a second, I thought you were going to
drive off and leave me."
"I was going to, until I remembered you brought the only keys to the
cottage and the boat."
"Ha! Smart-ass!" he countered. "They're on the chain hanging from the
ignition in front of you. What a dumb broad I married!" He stuck his
head back under her arm and resumed his nibbling and sucking. His hand
crept into her crotch and teased the blonde fur of her cunt. His fingers
detected a wealth of warm moisture there.
"Yeah?" she replied. The word was half moaned, for Shelley was just as
hot for a fuck as he was. "Well, this smart-ass at least knew enough to
renew her driver's license on her birthday, which is more than some
people seem to be able to remember!"
For her dirty dig at his forgetfulness, Ross slid two fingers up her
cunt and thumbed her clit rapidly, sucking and biting her tit.
She squealed as she steered the vehicle over the narrow bridge that
spanned Diamond Creek at the north end of the lake. The car lurched and
swerved as she struggled to keep her cool, but when she brought it to a
stop in front of their cottage, it was diagonally parked at a crazy
angle.
"Oh, God!" she whispered, opening her thighs more widely to his questing
hand and sliding her ass forward on the seat to make her cunt completely
available to him. Her left hand reached down to the seat lever and
tripped it; she felt herself slide backward until the mechanism latched
again.
Ross let her tit flip out of his mouth as he dove downward to get his
face into her crotch. He got his hand out of the way as his nostrils
flared at the warm woman-smell of her.
Shelley put her right leg over his shoulder and he pressed his mouth to
her cunt, feeling the swollen thickness of the wet lips as they squished
aside. He thrust his tongue into her hole and nibbled around it at the
firmer flesh of the inner lips.
"Ross, honey!" she moaned. "Can't we go inside? I see the Cartwrights'
car by their cottage."
But Ross was not to be delayed. He tongue-fucked her cunt swiftly for a
while, hearing her responsive whimpers as she grew steadily hotter and
more excited. He captured her clit in his lips and gave it a rapid
tonguing. She moaning loudly and wiggled her ass on the seat, thrusting
her pussy mound up at him eagerly.
"Oh! Fuck the Cartwrights!" she screamed as she came. Her back arched
tightly and she screwed her cunt into his face for a second, then
collapsed on the seat, gasping. Ross peeled off his shorts and athletic
briefs and got onto the seat on his knees.
He stuffed his discarded clothing under her ass, then laid the tip of
his cock in the slippery nest of her cunt and shoved it into her hole.
He immediately began screwing wildly. He was not going to last long, he
knew; he had been boiling for a fuck for hours, and he was too excited
to prolong things.
"Oh, flick it, Ross, daddy!" Shelley cried happily, driving her ass
upward hungrily to meet his thrusts. The fullness of his cock in her
snatch, working back and forth to stir her juices into a froth, was
sending her to the heights again.
Suddenly he buried his prick in her cunt to the balls and shuddered as
the familiar electric thrills raced through his groin. He shot his semen
into her swat, groaning lustfully at each jet, feeling her cunt close
around his cock as she started to come again.
"Oohhh!" she moaned as strong orgasmic waves shook her.
They clung together until Shelley's spasms faded away; then Ross pulled
out of her cunt, wiped his limp, dripping cock on his briefs, and shoved
the dampened wad into her crotch. She brought her legs together to hold
it in place.
"You unlock," she told him, handing him the keys from the ignition. "I'm
going to make a fast dash as soon as the door's open."
Ross got out and strode to the front door of the cottage, chuckling all
the way. His stride was normal, despite the fact that he wore only a
short beach shirt and sandals. He glanced to his left as he neared the
door, grinning as he saw Rhoda Cartwright's trim figure emerge from the
front door of the only other cottage on this side of the private lake.
He unlocked the door and had just stepped inside when Shelley came
breezing through to collide with him. She was giggling as he put his
arms around her.
"We got ... caught!" she panted. "Rhoda's on her ... way over!"
"I know. I saw her come out of the house." Ross was laughing as they
separated, but he knew he should prepare himself to be laughed at, for
he heard Rhoda Cartwright's beach clogs clatter on the front porch. He
looked away from the appealing nudity of his blonde wife to stare at his
lovely neighbor.
Rhoda wore an ultra brief bikini that emphasized the ripe fullness of
her tits and cunt mound. She and Shelley wore the same sizes in
everything, but Rhoda had the dark complexion that went with her glossy
black hair. She was toasted to a gypsy brown, and Ross knew that the
color was the same under the skimpy covering, with three delicious
exceptions.
Rhoda sunbathed with pasties that protected the tender tissues of her
nipples and the moistly flaring lips of her cunt. Ross could see the
deep cleft of that flare-lipped pussy where the tight bikini dug into
it, and he felt himself starting to get another hard-on.
"I'm going to picket this place," said the brunette, walking through the
open doorway to stand and stare at the semi-erect cock that peeped from
below Ross' shirt. "You two are unfair to organized swapping. Couldn't
you have waited a little longer?"
"Waited for what?" Ross said, wearing an innocent look.
"Come on. I know you knocked off a piece in the car!" Rhoda said. "Don't
be so damned innocent!"
"What makes you think we'd do a thing like that?" Shelley asked.
"For one thing," Rhoda told her, "ordinarily you wait until you open the
cottage to start undressing. And then there's the matter of Ross' shorts
tucked into your crotch. I can smell fresh man-cum a block away!"
"And on that flimsy evidence--" Ross started to put up a weak defense.
"Besides which," Rhoda continued, "I watched you from our front
window--with binoculars!"
"Christ!" Ross said. "At a hundred and fifty feet you must not have
missed very much!"
"The hell I didn't!" Rhoda replied. "I missed the load you pumped into
Shel. I hope you recover fast. We've been up here since 11AM and I've
been itching for a good lay these last five hours. Jack made me wait ...
said he was saving himself for Shel."
"That's a damn lie!" said the big man who had come up behind Rhoda
quietly. His hand brushed a lock of straw-colored hair out of his eyes
as he stepped into the cottage and join the others. "She raped me before
we were here fifteen minutes!"
"Blabbermouth!" Rhoda said accusingly. "I had 'em believing me, too.
They were beginning to look guilty as hell."
"Not me!" Ross protested. "I gave up feeling guilty over any and all
kinds of sex. I think it was for Lent ... several years ago."
Shelley noticed that Jack's Bermuda shorts were bulging with the
beginnings of a respectable erection, and she was still feeling the itch
for fun.
"Our place or yours?" she asked, doing a gentle burlesque grind as she
stared into Jack's eyes.
"Our place is all shipshape. Everything's ready for a party," Jack said,
grinning.
"Yeah, after five hours I can imagine," Ross replied. "You must have a
good foreman to leave a construction job that early in the day. I think
we'd better organize things here. We haven't been up for weeks. Stick
around and tend bar, Jack. I'll unload the wagon and the gals can chat
while they put stuff away."
Jack opened up the bar that ran across one wall of the big living room
and Ross went for the first cartons from the station wagon.
"Go ahead and shower, Shel," Rhoda said. "I know where you keep
everything." Shelley smiled her thanks and went to clean up, holding the
wadded shorts against her cunt as she hurried away.
Ross unloaded in three fast trips, took time for a quickie shower, and
joined the others at the bar. Jack was telling the girls about something
he had seen the previous summer.
"... must have been every bit as big as a wolf, but he didn't quite look
like a wolf, either."
"Hey! Start over, Jack. Sounds as if I missed something!" Ross grabbed
the Scotch and water Jack handed him and took a seat in a low chair near
the bar.
"Oh, I heard something in Fall Creek this morning when we came through,
and it reminded me of what I saw when I was sanding our beach last
summer."
Jack Cartwright was one of four men who jointly owned the ten acres that
completely surrounded Harp Lake. Ross had bought all the property four
years earlier, but found it too much to handle by himself as a vacation
spot. He had mentioned it to Jack during a weekend swapping session, and
by the following Monday, papers had been drawn up and money changed
hands, with two other men from the swapping group taking the remaining
half of the load.
As a building contractor and general contractor, Jack volunteered to
furnish the required equipment and labor at cost, so four cottages could
be erected and the beach renovated from its crude wilderness. The work
was done between contracted jobs, and the four families had inaugurated
their private resort at the and of the previous summer.
"It was when I was dozing the last load of sand next to the dock. I
happened to look up on the cliff back of the cottages. And there was
this dog or wolf or whatever. He was pure white, and he looked fairly
clean, so I thought he must belong to someone. A dog runs wild in the
woods, he's gonna be gray and muddy and streaked and full of burrs and
tangles. But this one looked pretty well groomed.
"Anyhow, when I lifted the blade and ran the dozer up the ramp onto the
truck bed, I guess the racket spooked him. When I looked again, he was
gone."
"And you heard about him in Fall Creek today?" Ross asked.
"Yeah. Rhoda wanted to browse in that damn Trading Post, so I went into
the bar next door and had a beer. Heard these two old-time residents
talking. Seems that a Mrs. Woodstock ... another long-time resident ...
had been attacked by an animal this spring. She was in her late sixties,
lived alone in that little bungalow with the picket fence where we turn
off the county road onto our private entrance. She was gardening late
... almost dark ... and this animal jumps her picket fence, corners her
next to her chimney, and starts tearing her clothes off her.
"She dropped her digger, so she was defenseless. The damn thing ripped
her clothes off just enough to get at her pussy. He rears up and knocks
her over, then puts the meat to her. She was screaming until then, but
she shut up when she had to look up into the animal's face. He was
slavering and drooling and whining all the time he was screwing her.
"She was torn up pretty bad. And she had to tell the doctor about it."
"And this animal's description matched the one you saw on the cliff
above us here?" Ross pursued, frowning slightly.
"It sure did. Made me wonder if maybe we shouldn't install a few more
floodlights out there. We have quite a few shadowy areas on really dark
nights."
A strange expression came over Rhoda's face, and her hand stole into her
crotch to cover her prominent pussy mound, but not before Ross noticed
that her bikini was darkened with the moisture of her excitement. She
wet her lips sensuously.
"Let's not waste time with small talk," she said hoarsely. "The water
must be great out there, to say nothing of the feel of that warm sand.
Come on! Let's party on the beach!" She slid off her bar stool and held
out a hand to Ross. He grabbed it and let her pull him to his feet.
He was wearing only a light terry robe that reached his knees as he
stood. Sitting, the hem barely covered his balls, and Rhoda had been
stimulated by the brown curls that peeped from under the fabric.
They charged out of the cottage onto the beach, veering to their left to
the dock and boathouse. Rhoda slowed as they neared the water's edge,
letting Ross know she was much less interested in the water than in the
warm sand.
He stopped and pulled her against him, feeling the warm satin of her
belly against him. She pulled the robe off his shoulders and he broke
their embrace to get rid of the hampering garment.
Rhoda removed her briefs and halter and they stared at each other for a
second.
Ross licked his lips as he studied the exciting female beauty before
him. Her nipples were dark rose islands in the coppery sea of her tanned
skin; her tits were heaving with the intensity of her desire and there
were burning lights in the depths of her brown eyes.
His gaze dropped past her smooth, rounded belly to the glossy tendrils
of black hair at her crotch. The dark delta was split asunder with the
pinkness of those thickly swollen, outward-flaring lips he remembered
with lustful hunger.
With a groan, he seized her and pulled her down onto the fine, white
sand. Their bodies pressed together and their mouths met in greedy, wet
seekings. The swelling nipples of her tits burned hotly into his chest,
and the rock-hard club of his cock poked her brutally in the lower
belly.
"Fuck me, Ross!" she begged when their mouths separated. Her ass was
rolling desperately in the sand and she was humping herself up at him,
trying to capture the head of his cock in those avidly flaring lips
nestled in her crotch.
"Soon," he promised. "But I have to smell and taste you, first!" He
kissed her belly as he maneuvered himself downward, then he was sniffing
at the steamy slickness of her gaping slit. The faint scent she wore did
not hide the basic woman-smell of her, and its primeval musk excited him
madly.
He licked into the soupy trough of cunt flesh, tasted her juice, and let
his tongue slither over the entire surface of her box. She whimpered her
excitement; Ross tongued the entrance of her tunnel, fucking her with
his tongue, then nibbling at her clit.
"God, Ross! Don't make me come that way!" she pleaded. "I need my
strength ... I want to come with your ... cock inside me!"
Reluctantly, he abandoned his feast. He crawled into the outspread vee
of her legs, kneeling carefully in the exact spot he judged would
position him properly. He laid his cock in the wet warmth of the flared
cuntlips, nosed the tip into the fleshy funnel of her hole, and shoved
slowly but firmly into her swat.
The heated walls of her cunt clasped his dick snugly. He could feel the
throat of her cunt swallowing his tool. It took him several deep breaths
to regain his faltering control. Rhoda's cannibal cunt was tremendously
stimulating to enter, even though he had sampled it before and was
prepared for it!
Then he was balls-deep in her snatch; he felt the embrace of those
greedy outer lips as they suctioned around the sensitive package of his
scrotum. His nuts seemed to dance wildly for a second, and then he began
to screw her with a spiral drive that gave him the feel of every square
centimeter of her vibrant, grasping sheath.
She was juicing like a bitch in heat, and he sensed the tiny rivulets
that washed his balls before trickling down to be lost in the sand.
"Oh, that cock!" she moaned. "Keep it up, Ross! Fuck the piss out of
me!"
He groaned and bit his lip, continuing his slow, grinding thrusts
without let-up. From previous experience, he knew what to expect from
her, and when she gasped loudly, he braced himself to fight for control.
Her cunt clamped on his prick like a vise, then relaxed as she gasped
loudly. He changed his timing, fucking into her, then holding his cock
there as she clamped down in the next spasm, during which he withdrew
slightly for the next thrust.
Moaning, she completed her series of convulsions. Only the weight of his
body kept Ross in the saddle, for her ass bucked on the sand constantly.
When she went slightly limp, he began to screw her in earnest once more.
She squealed weakly, seemed to try to escape by wiggling out from under
him, then abruptly changing her tactics to meet his every drive with a
tossing of her pelvis and a gulping of her cunt.
The stimulus of her first orgasm was still with her, and it speeded up
the second climb considerably. She started to grunt and moan, with
little whimpering sounds interspersed between. Then she cried out
loudly.
"Ross! Oh, squirt it in me!" Then she wrapped her legs around his waist
and sobbed as he shot his load in her insatiable cunt. The first hot jet
triggered her claspings again, and the milking action took his last drop
from his balls in a painfully voluptuous ecstasy.
When they fell apart finally, sand seemed to be clinging to them
everywhere, especially where their juices mingled. Ross guessed that he
must have thrown up a bunch of sand with his knee when he withdrew.
"Let's swim in and rinse off this damn sand before it grinds off our
play-toys!" he said. He held out a hand for Rhoda to gasp. She got up
and looked across the lake as they started for the water.
"Looks like everyone's late over there," she said. "No cars at the
McNallys' or the Lafayettes'."
* * *
He had come to the lake to drink, but as he looked over the edge of the
cliffs he watched the man and woman fucking on the beach. He lay down,
the sun warming his white fur.
Instinctively he knew what the man and woman were doing as they writhed
and grappled on the beach. His ears perked up and he could hear the
woman's voice screaming in ecstasy as she climaxed.
He watched as the couple on the beach got up, dusted the sand from their
glistening bodies, then walked hand in hand toward the woods.
He rose, then cautiously trotted down the hill, ears raised, eyes alert.
He stopped near the edge of the woods and looked over the stretch of
beach sand. He could hear the man and woman laughing and giggling, but
the sounds of their voices were diminishing as they moved further into
the woods.
Moving at a brisk trot, the white dog hurried across the sand. He
stopped abruptly to sniff the sand where the couple had lain. He could
smell cunt and semen, sweat and human flesh. Then he hurried to the
shoreline and lapped at the cool water.
Chapter 2
Cassandra Lafayette was sprawled, belly down, on the flat rock that
formed the floor of the tiny cave. Her miniskirt was higher than usual
on her thighs, due to the wiggling she had been doing as she gazed
through Tom McNally's binoculars at the beach below.
She shook her head to chase away a persistent deerfly, and her mahogany
hair flew around her in wispy tendrils, then settled on her back and
shoulders and the cave floor. Tom McNally, seated beside her, caught the
fragrance of her hair and felt his rock-hard cock throb in anticipation.
Tom had been studying her legs, growing steadily more excited at
glimpses of her scantily covered crotch and the feathery tufts of cunt
hair that peeped from the elastic legbands. He was surer than ever that
this was the day he would get into those panties for some choice
fucking.
The moment he knew that Cassandra's parents had invited his parents to
ride with them to Harp Lake, Tom began to scheme. Since he always drove
his own car on the trip, it was natural for him to offer to drive his
folks to the Lafayette home, where the two older couples could chat
before starting the trip. And it would look as natural for Tom to leave
them and rush off on the thirty-mile trip; they would not expect a
sixteen-year-old to wait around.
he had counted on an equally natural reaction from Cassandra. Denise
Lafayette's inability to meet any social schedule had elicited comments
from husband Andy and daughter Cassandra for as long as the two families
had known each other--almost two years. So there were no raised eyebrows
when Cassandra jumped at the chance to ride up with Tom instead of
waiting for her unhurried mother to get ready.
On the way up, Tom's hard-on had shown bulkily in his tight jeans, for
he had no air conditioner in his car and his lovely companion had her
blouse open to the third button, exposing the upper third of her tits to
him.
His excitement had not been calmed any, either, by the way the air from
the ventilator duct blew up her ultra short skirt to reveal the
none-too-thick reinforcement of her panty crotch. The dark mahogany cunt
curls crept from the hems, and her prominent pussy mound was cleft
thrillingly by the tight garment.
The rest of his planning--up to now--was a cinch. They were well ahead
of the adults, and he had intrigued her by describing the cave in the
cliffs at the western edge of the property.
Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous summer--the
first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners--she had been there
only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew little of the
property. Thus she was able to enjoy the mysterious side trip as a
genuine adventure.
There was the rusty gate at the county road, far south of the main gate.
Then the bouncing, rutty road winding to the tip of the mesa. And the
view through Tom's binoculars, when she saw the harp shape of the lake
from above for the first time.
When he led her down the perilous giant steps into the top of the cave,
she had been a little shaky. But once they reached the mouth of the cave
and she saw what a great view of the beach they had, she squealed with
joy and began spying on the Ordwell and Cartwright houses below her.
Tom saw Ross and Rhoda cross below them, headed for the beach, but his
real attention was riveted on Cassandra, and he saw that her rounded
little asscheeks were twitching with excitement as she scrutinized the
pair through the glasses.
"Golly!" she said, squirming against the cave floor. Tom took another
look and saw that Ross and Rhoda were undressed and wrapped in a tight
embrace on the sand.
When Ross began nosing into Rhoda's crotch, Cassandra moaned softly. She
held the binoculars with one hand; the other crept beneath her, slowly
edging its way to her crotch. Tom knew where it was headed and why. He
wanted to grab her and tell her there were better ways to cure the itch
she was feeling. But he knew it would be wiser to wait until she was too
excited to back out.
Cassandra thought her actions were hidden from Tom, but the slight rise
and fall of her ass was obvious as she moved her cunt against the
fingers she had inserted under the waistband of her panties. And the
material of the crotch soon darkened with the flow of her freshly
stirred juices.
She took it for granted that he would be as hypnotized by the show on
the beach as she was, and as the action progressed, she felt the need to
comment, if only to divert his attention from the way she was
finger-fucking herself as she watched. But she was breathing so very
heavily that she had to use short phrases.
"They're doing it ... right there ... on the beach!" she gasped. "Surely
Jack and Shelley could see them ... if they looked ... out their
windows."
"I imagine Jack and Shelley are just as busy inside one of the
cottages," Tom told her.
"Then my guess was right!" she blurted out her thought before realizing
it. "The other couples are just like ..." She caught herself suddenly
and fell silent. Even her body movements stopped.
"Just like our parents?" Tom finished for her. "I wondered if you knew
about them."
"I ... I suspected for a long time. I've been sure about them for
several months. How long have you known?"
"Long enough to get used to the idea. They seem to be happy about the
arrangement. And happy parents are better than sexually frustrated
parents. Do you have any idea what frustration can do to a person-sexual
frustration, I mean?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Cassandra whimpered, squirming on the fingers she had
jabbed inside her pussy. At no time had she taken her eyes off the scene
on the beach, and now she was watching Ross bury his cock in Rhoda's
black-haired snatch.
"And do you have any idea what removing that frustration can do?" Tom
asked her, slowly moving himself into position, knees astride her tautly
outstretched legs.
"No," she admitted in a small, quivering voice.
"Then let me help you find out," he whispered. His hands slid over her
butt, feeling the muscles tighten in reaction to the contact. He found
the waistband of her panties and gave a steady pull that peeled them
down to mid-thigh position.
For a moment her whole body tensed. Then she moaned and lifted her
pelvis. Tom finished removing her panties and rolled her over onto her
back. The binoculars in her left hand eased to the floor of the cave.
"Oh, Tom!" she whimpered. "I'm afraid!"
"Don't be!" He buried his face in her bronze cunt hair and inhaled the
heat of her flow. Then he licked the slit as he held it apart with his
thumbs.
"Oh, Tom! I'm so ashamed!" she said. "I'm all wet there!" He lifted his
head briefly to straighten out her thinking.
"What do you think a man likes to find here? It's supposed to be an
oasis ... not a desert!" He resumed his feasting and she began to moan
and wiggle happily.
She enjoyed his tongue-fucking, he could tell, but when his tongue
become too tired to continue it, he discovered that she was as
enthusiastic about the way he twitted her clit and nibbled it with his
lips.
"Tom! Oh, I didn't know ... it could feel so good ... like this!" Her
ass was grinding on the stone floor, making little thrusts upward to
meet his mouth, and her virgin juices ran like a fountain in the cup of
her blossomed cunt.
"Oh my God!" she cried. "I think I'm ..." Her body writhed and jerked
under him as he sucked at the stubby bud of her clit. "Arghhh!" Her
shriek was sharp at first, but belatedly she got a hand over her mouth
to muffle it.
Her spasms shook her violently, and her lower torso jerked so powerfully
with the convulsions that Tom had to retreat. He sat back on his heels
and enjoyed the spectacle of her glory as she completed her orgasm, then
lay there gasping with her eyes closed.
Tom undressed quickly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the upper
portion of his muscular young body as he again kneeled astride her legs.
Then her gaze fell and she saw the mammoth cock that was aimed at her.
"It's ... it's really going to ... happen to me ... isn't it?" she said
in that quivering, little-girl voice.
"It is unless you tell me otherwise," Tom said, giving her a last chance
to back out and hoping desperately that she wouldn't. To add to her
stimulation, he leaned toward her and laid the hard, rubbery tip of his
prick in the sloppy petals of her swollen cunt.
"I ... I ... oh, hell! Fuck me, Tom! Quick, before I chicken out!"
He needed no further encouragement. He bobbed the head of his cock
around in her pussy juice to lubricate it well, then wedged it into the
tight inner lips of her cunt. He took a deep breath and shoved into her
twat as hard as he could, wanting to get the initial pain over with as
quickly as possible.
She was prepared this time with her hand on her mouth. The hot, sharp
feeling as he tore through her cherry was mercifully brief. Then there
was a choking fullness in her cunt as almost half of his prick expanded
her hole.
"Once more!" he warned her, then drove equally hard on the second
thrust. He heard her muffled sounds both times; part gasp and part moan.
But he was almost home. He drove his cock into her cunt for the final
inch and then rested.
"Ready, Sandy?" he asked, looking anxiously down into her face. Tense
lines were disappearing, and she wore the beginnings of a grin.
"Yes! It doesn't hurt ... much now. I'm getting used to ... the feel of
you ... inside me. Do it, Tom ... screw me!"
He screwed her. In slow, cautious strokes, he worked his dick in and out
of her cunt, raising himself to keep the top of his shaft rubbing where
it would work the cloak of her clit back and forth over the tiny glans.
She began to whimper and wiggle again.
Her hands worked at her bra, tearing the cups away from her tits so she
could replace the lacy half-shells with her eager hands. She pinched the
nipples, kneaded the jiggling mounds, and gasped at the combined
sensations created by her hands and Tom's pistoning prick.
"It's so good!" she moaned. "Oh God, but it's good ... having you fuck
me!" Her ass drove up to him at each stroke, as if she could not wait to
have her cunt filled again with the meaty swelling of his cock.
Her snatch was tight, but she was so thoroughly lubricated with the
generous outpouring of her juices that there was little real discomfort
for either of them. But Tom was gritting his teeth with the effort he
expended to maintain control. He wanted to last until she came again.
Then he thought of something he should have considered before. It almost
cost him his hard-on, and he slowed his strokes as he spoke.
"Sandy! You on the Pill?" he groaned, ready to pull out of her and
hoping he had not oozed any sperm into her cunt prematurely.
"Yes! Oh God, Tom! Don't stop now!" she cried. And her eagerness,
combined with the news of her protection, returned him quickly to the
plateau he had started to leave.
He fucked greedily now, relishing the lush velvet of her snug pussy
walls as they billowed around his driving cock. He felt the tingling
start of his finale and fought to hold it back.
"Tom! Tom?" Her voice was a sob as she cried to him, as if she were lost
and needed help. "Oh, Jesus, I'm ... Ohhh!" She gave out a giant moan as
she started to come, and as her body tensed under him, Tom let go his
load. He felt the gushes spill into her cunt hotly and she squealed and
jerked at each shot.
They remained together until they heard faint sounds of distant
splashing, then came apart carefully. They sat on the stone and looked
at each other for a moment as if they were utter strangers. Then
Cassandra giggled as she studied Tom's limp prick and legs.
"Did I bleed all that much?" she wanted to know. Her gaze moved to her
own upper thighs and cunt. "I guess I did. You really busted my cherry,
Tom!"
"Sorry?" he asked.
"No! I knew it must be enjoyable or everyone wouldn't be doing it," she
replied. "But I had no idea it could be so ... so powerful!"
"It is a powerful mess!" he conceded. He handed her his shorts. "Here.
Clean up with this for now. Then we'll try to beat the folks to the
cottages so we can bathe before they get here."
She wiped away the smeary stains as well as she could. Tom cleaned his
cock and tossed the shorts into the back of the cave. They dressed
quickly and started up the crude natural steps that led from the middle
of the cave to the big pile of boulders above.
After jockeying his car around in the small clearing, Tom got it headed
back down the spiral of ruts that led to the old gate with its rusty
padlock. From there it was a short trip to the main gate, and soon they
were driving over the narrow lane that led along the east side of the
lake.
"We beat them, here!" Cassandra said, seeing no cars at either cottage.
"May I shower with you? I forgot. I don't have a key to our cottage!"
"Glad to have you!" Tom assured her. "We'll have to hurry if we want to
be fresh and relaxed when they get here. Although it's perfectly natural
for you to want to shower after driving up here in this hot car. I doubt
whether they'd give it a thought."
"Unless they caught us showering together!" Cassandra said.
"We'll be able to hear them pull up," Tom assured her.
They entered the McNally cottage, stripped, and got into the shower. Tom
found his mother's fountain syringe and took it into the cubicle with
them. He filled it with water from the spray head, and held it while
Cassandra douched, giggling as she saw the whitish blobs of his sperm
slide out of her cunt and run down her legs.
When they had dried themselves, Tom was sporting a fresh hard-on.
Cassandra spotted it, dropped her towel, and knelt on the bath mat to
inspect it.
"You got a close look at me," she said defensively. "Turnabout's fair
play!" She took the warm cock in her hand, squeezed it experimentally,
and was surprised to find that it was really soft in the midst of its
hardness. She marveled that it had been able to penetrate her tight,
virgin cunt.
"It's sort of cuddly, Tom," she said. Impulsively, she put her lips to
the shiny tip and was amazed at the satiny softness of his meaty wedge
which had split her snatch asunder. She let it slide past her lips to
rest on her tongue, and Tom groaned loudly.
"Sandy, honey! You're going to have an early dinner if you aren't
careful!"
"I've wondered what it tastes like," she confessed. "None of the sex
manuals I've read had anything to say about that."
"You're either curious enough to find out, or you're not," Tom dared
her. And she closed her moist, full lips over the shaft and began to bob
her head slowly, letting the tip of the pulsing prick enter a little
farther each time, until it touched the sensitive part of her throat.
She speeded up the action, and Tom groaned and grunted with the
delicious sensations she was creating. He became starved for the taste
of her cunt, but he could not bring himself to disturb the action while
he jockeyed them into position for sixty-nine.
He contented himself with running his fingers through her wealth of
mahogany satin tresses, tracing the shape of her moving head and
caressing her ears and the back of her neck. She was whimpering around
her mouthful of stiff cock as she became physically excited by what she
was doing and the touch of Tom's hands.
"God, Sandy!" he groaned. "You've just about got me off!" The thrills
were multiplying, expanding, boiling up inside him. "Oh, suck it, honey!
I'm coming!"
She felt the first hot jet hit the back of her throat, cling there,
almost choking her before she could swallow it out of the way. Then
succeeding shots were coming as fast as she could contain them by
sucking and swallowing.
But she got it all, and when Tom began to groan in misery, she let the
softened dick slip from her lips. He saw that her hand had covered her
cunt at the last, and she grinned up at him as she sat back on her
heels, shuddering.
"I came again," she said simply. "Does that make me some kind of a
slut?"
"It makes you some kind of a woman!" he told her. "All woman!"
She thought about it for a while, her fingers gently massaging the
freshly wet surface of her box, avoiding the hot, over stimulated shape
of her clit.
"No," she decided. "You made me a woman. Until you tore into my
maidenhead and screwed me, I was ... just a girl ... a frustrated girl
who fingered herself when she had to relieve the frustrations. "There
was the sound of a vehicle approaching the cottage. They both became
wide-eyed and started to get dressed rapidly.
When the first car door slammed shut, they were clothed; the bathroom
was in order--Tom had cleaned up the only spilled drop of jizz he could
find on the bath mat, with a tissue he flushed down the toilet--and
Cassandra was seated nonchalantly in one of the living-room chairs, a
Coke from the refrigerator in her hand. Another bottle sat by a chair
across the room. As Tom slid into the seat and grabbed the frosty
bottle, the front door opened.
"Sandy," said Coral McNally. "Do you want to ride to your cottage?"
"No. Tell 'em to go ahead, please," Cassandra requested. "I'll walk her
over later," Tom added.
Coral called out to the Lafayettes in their car. The vehicle moved on,
and she came back inside, followed by her husband. Durward McNally
carried two suitcases.
"Bring in the supplies, will you, Tom?" he said as he took his suitcases
to the bedrooms. Tom got the cartons of groceries and sundries from the
porch while CoraI went to the bathroom with her cosmetics case. When Tom
finished his task and sat down with his Coke, his father came back into
the living room and went behind the bar. Coral joined them, was handed a
gin and tonic, and slid her enticingly rounded butt onto a bar stool.
She studied the teenagers as she sipped.
"Did you two enjoy yourselves?" she asked. There was a knowing smile on
her face.
"Yeah, it was a fun drive," Tom replied. "I detoured to show Sandy the
view from the cliff, or we'd have been here sooner and had the drinks
ready for you. We got pretty hot."
"Yes, I'm sure you did," Coral said, smiling enigmatically.
"We were a mess from the heat," Cassandra added. "Tom let me use the
shower to clean up."
"So I noticed from the two damp towels," Coral observed. "I'm glad he
had the good sense to provide you with a means of cleaning up inside, as
well. Not only will you feel fresher, but it's good practice to augment
those pills your mother makes you take." She smiled at the shocked look
on the two young faces.
"H-How did you know ..." Tom stammered, staggered by his mother's
casually frank treatment of the discovery.
"The syringe nozzle was still dripping," Coral told him.
"But ..." Cassandra offered hesitatingly, "I could have just ... used it
to ... freshen up, as you said."
"I'm adding several clues together, Sandy--including the damp spot on
the bath mat. It has the definite odor of male pollen!" She saw the
faint panic in the girl's eyes. "Relax, kids. Denise will be glad to
hear about it. So will Andy. We've all wondered when you two would grow
up."
"Jesus!" Tom breathed, feeling the impending hot breath of retribution
cool to a warm feeling that he was not quite prepared to understand. He
almost dropped his cola bottle.
"The bartender's name is Dad," Durward told him. "In case you were about
to ask to have that drink spiked. "To you, Sandy, it's Dur. Come on,
kids. Let's celebrate your accomplishment."
As if hypnotized, the two rose from their chairs and went to the bar.
Cassandra held out her bottle and Durward spiked the cola with a
generous shot of rum. But Tom set his bottle on the bar and covered the
neck with his hand.
"Put this in the fridge, will you, Dad? And pour me something with
water. That's another thing I learned by observing my parents!"
Durward chuckled as he complied. When he handed his son the icy glass of
bourbon and water, there was a twinkle in his gray eyes.
"You think we didn't know about all those times you crept out of bed to
spy on the swap sessions?" he asked. "Or that we didn't provide the
educational opportunity deliberately? Ask your mother what our swap
group calls you."
Coral set down her drink and opened her arms; Tom moved to embrace his
mother, and she laughed softly but with compassion as she patted his
back.
"That's 'called', Dur," she corrected her husband. "From now on, he's
not Peeping Tom any longer. I suggest we call him Tom Cat!"
"Fair enough," Durward agreed. "Now, drink up, everyone. We want to peel
to the buff and get some use out of that beach!"
Chapter 3
Shelley Ordwell had slipped into a thin, short smock after her shower,
wanting only to wear something to keep her butt from sticking to the
leather of the bar stool. When Rhoda and Ross left the cottage, she met
Jack Cartwright's gaze of frankly lustful admiration with a hot, feral
glance of her own.
"Aren't you miserably warm in those Bermudas, Jack?" she asked. Her
fingers stole to the belt, unfastened it, then unzipped the fly for him.
He grinned as he slid off the stool and let the shorts fall around his
ankles. He stepped out of them and peeled off his athletic briefs.
Shelley wet her lips as the huge, hard cock sprang out to point at her,
throbbing and pulsing with eagerness.
"Here ... or at the beach?" Jack queried.
"Rhoda may have forgotten why we girls call it Sandy Slit Lake amongst
ourselves," Shelley replied. "I haven't. And I'm too hot to waste time
running for a beach towel." She dropped to her knees and embraced his
hairy thighs. Her lips found the swollen, purplish head of his prick and
slid over it wetly, warmly, to slide all the way down the shaft. The tip
was buried in her throat.
"Shel, baby!" Jack groaned. "Don't warm it up too much! I want to blast
that first load into your cunt!"
Shelley fucked him with her mouth briefly, then withdrew her lips. The
erect shaft bobbed wetly in the air as it was released. Shelley's tits
jiggled and bounced just as vibrantly as she sank backward to sit on her
heels with a jerk.
Jack knelt to face her, then forced her on back until she lay on the
carpeting. His mouth found her tits, sucked at first one nipple, then
the other, until they were swollen and dark with the engorgement of her
rapidly circulating blood.
He mouthed an entire boob, kneading it with his lips, and Shelley
squealed delightedly. For several minutes he toyed with her tits, then
abruptly ducked downward and licked into the wet furrow of her
blonde-feathered cunt. She gasped and drew her legs tightly up against
her tits as he mouthed her hot snatch suckingly.
"Oohhh! Bring me off, Jack!" she cried. "I'm almost there!"
He nibbled her clit and vacuumed its succulence powerfully with his
lips. Shelley let out a wild shriek and jerked convulsively under him.
Her violent movement pulled her cunt from his mouth and he leaned back,
her juices tasty on his lips and tongue.
The widened slit of her cunt was open in complete vulnerability; the
inner lips surrounding her hole darkened with the sex flush of ultimate
excitement. The cunt mouth seemed to open and close slightly, and
bubbling moisture oozed from the gap.
Jack gave an animal grunt and thrust the tip of his cock into the
quivering hole. He eased it slowly up her swat, feeling the hot, wet
folds of her sheath part and expand as the nose of his prick plowed them
aside. They surrounded the shaft, enfolded it, and then he was in to the
hairy sac of his balls.
"Fuck me fast, Jack!" she begged. "I'm still coming!"
He drove at her with hard, swift thrusts, living in actuality the
enjoyment he had anticipated for a long time. Shelley Ordwell was one of
the greatest fucks he had ever encountered; she genuinely loved to be
screwed, and her entire being entered into it! He and Rhoda had been
swapping with the Ordwells for quite some time, but he had not had
nearly enough of her over the long haul. It was unfortunate that he had
other commitments, but when he got to slip his cock into the wet, bitchy
cunt of this blonde minx, he made up for lost time!
He could feel her outer pussy lips kissing his balls at every inward
stroke. And the upper contours of her innermost depths seemed to change
rapidly. He sensed that her uterus was lowered around the sheath of her
cunt, its donut-like mouth reaching into the tunnel for a taste of his
jism.
He gave it to her. In potent, hot spurts, he exploded his cum into her
snatch, feeling the contact of the womb opening as it dipped into the
viscous offering of his gushes.
"Jack!" Shelley screamed. Her body jerked and writhed under him; her
hands closed into fists and beat forcefully at the carpeted floor. Her
head rolled from side to side with the extreme intensity of her rolling
orgasmic sensations.
His final spurt oozed into her cunt slowly, and he took a deep breath as
he leaned back, letting his cock slip out of her hole to drip its
superfluous cum onto the carpeting.
Trickles and blobs ran from the gaping slit of her crotch to pool
whitely on the dark, colorful nap below her. Her strenuous activity
slowed until she lay quietly, panting and gasping.
Her body, like Jack's, was covered with a heavy dew of perspiration.
After a moment, her ass lifted in a series of upward thrustings and she
gurgled happily from the depths of her throat.
"Urghhhh!" she growled contentedly. "I've been fucked!" Her ass
continued to toss, and its movements--aided by the inner spasms that
still contracted her cunt--squirted out more blobs and trickles of his
cum, thinned with the copious dilution of her own juices.
Jack cupped his smeary cock in his hands and went to the bathroom. When
he returned, he built them each another drink. Shelley took her turn at
cleaning up before studying the squares of adhesive-back carpet. Then
she calmly peeled up three of them and took them to the back porch of
the cottage.
She brought in three replacements squares and pressed them into the
vacant spots. Her face was slightly flushed when she joined Jack at the
bar.
"Now I could go for a swim and enjoy it," she told him.
"We might as well wait," Jack advised. "The beachniks will show up
shortly, dried out from the sun and needing another dank. Then maybe we
all can do with a dip."
Rhoda and Ross came inside, dripping from their quick swim, only seconds
after Jack's prediction. He had drinks ready for them by the time they
were seated at the bar, Ross' terry robe draped over their two stools;
Rhoda tossed her sandy bikini on the floor and took several swallows of
her drink before speaking.
"The water's great, you two! We're going back in for a real swim as soon
as we have this drink. Still no cars on the other side of the lake,
though."
"There's one in front of the McNally place," Shelley corrected her from
the front window. Tom's, and he has Sandy with him. "Oh-oh! From the way
our little girl's walking, I'd say she's just been laid."
Everyone rushed to look, but Cassandra had disappeared into the cottage
with Tom. They went back to their drinks and discussed the teenage
members of their tight little community. Opinion was divided, as was
usual when they got into the subject, concerning the advisability of
sexual permissiveness for the younger set.
"I'm not too fond of the idea, myself, as I've said before," Rhoda
commented. "We've gone to a lot of trouble and expense to have complete
privacy here. Letting those kids in on everything is risky, even if
their parents condone it."
"You mean that they might feel more ... loyalty or something ... to
their own generation?" Shelley asked. "That they might blab about what
their 'decadent' parents do for recreation?"
"Something like that," Rhoda admitted. "It just makes me a little
uneasy. Maybe I'm getting old or something."
"Balls!" her husband said. "You've always been edgy about anything that
might disturb your plans. But I disagree with you. From what I've seen
of those kids, they've been brought up with a better sense of values
than the type you're worried about. They have too much pride in their
parents and themselves to shit in their own nests."
"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you, too, Rhoda," Ross told her. "On
both points. After that tumble we had on the beach, I'm inclined to
think you're getting younger, if anything! And as far as the kids are
concerned, it's been my observation that sex is best handled like
smoking, drinking, and all the other things parents do admittedly.
"Expose them to it at home, teach them moderation and whatever else is
indicated, and they're less likely to get into problems on their own."
"I haven't been too enthusiastic about having them here," Shelley
admitted. "But I'll have to agree with Ross. We've seen both kinds of
parents in swap groups, and the ones who supervise their kids in
learning how to drink and how to approach sex seem to have the best kids
in the long run ... and the least problems with them."
"Well, I'm not going to be the 'wet-blanket' type of holdout," Rhoda
promised. "But you'll pardon me if I don't lead any cheers over their
presence here. I know I wasn't ready at sixteen to play funsies with
adults. Of course, I'll admit I was brought up quite differently ..."
"That's the point," Jack told her. "They were brought up differently."
As they began to talk once more about swimming, they heard a car roaring
along the beach road on the other side of the lake. The four hurried
into their bathing suits and rushed outside, but the McNallys and
Lafayettes had disappeared into their cottages.
* * *
"Andy!" Denise Lafayette's voice was incapable of sharpness, but its
urgent tone contrasted the downbeat pitch he was used to, so Andy rushed
to the front window to stand beside his wife.
"Aren't they darling?" she asked him, holding the curtain aside just
enough for peeking out. Andy saw his daughter and Tom McNally walking
along the beach toward them, both as naked as the day they were born.
"Being prejudiced," he said, grinning, "I approve of that description
for our girl, but I just can't agree to use the same adjective for a
young man with a hunk of meat like that dangling from his crotch!"
"You know what this means, Andy. Dur and Coral sent them to us like this
so we'd know that it's finally happened. As if I'd not be able to tell
from Sandy's face. Did I have that radiant look, Andy ... after you took
my cherry?"
"Now that you mention it, there is something familiar about the look on
her face. Part glow and part ... embarrassment, was it?"
"Yes, damn you! And for that reason, be careful. Choose your words.
They're both bound to be nervous. How would you have felt if your folks
had sent you with me to see my parents in the nude?"
"You kooky broad! We weren't brought up the way Tom and Sandy were, and
after all, he's not coming to ask for her hand in marriage. He's just
escorting her home after deflowering her; the nude bit is pure parental
whimsy. He's indulging it because they've convinced him it's the kind of
symbolic honesty that will meet with our approval. Sandy, too. You'll
have to admit that both of them have grit to go along with it!"
"I'm glad it happened today, Andy. Now we all can sunbathe as we please.
Everything's out in the open, isn't it?"
"Well ... we know Peeping Tom's aware of the situation. But he's not the
kind to tell Sandy unless she already suspected and said as much to
him."
"Well, if he hasn't, I will!" Denise decided. "If she's mature enough to
screw and face the music, she's mature enough to understand our way of
life."
Denise let the curtain fall in place and opened the door as the nude
pair crossed the porch, hand in hand. There was a faintly defensive look
in Tom's eyes, and Cassandra was biting her lip nervously as she faced
her parents in the doorway. But she showed her true worth.
"Tom Cat walked me home," she said. There was a hint of defiance in her
tone, although her voice shook slightly.
"Tom Cat, huh?" Andy said over his wife's shoulder. "Sounds like a new
name. You've had yourself some pussy, Tom?" His grin softened the
natural harshness of his voice.
"The best, sir!" Tom replied.
"Then come on in and have a drink with me. I always enjoy drinking with
a man who knows the best when he's had it."
"Thanks, but ... well, I'm supposed to tell you that you're invited to
our place for drinks. And I ... Sandy and I've already had a drink.
Could I have a rain check?"
"Sure. Okay, Denise, let's get undressed and hit the beach. You joining
us, Tom Cat? Sandy?"
"Not now, Daddy," Cassandra said. "I've invited Tom to have a snack.
We've been exploring on the cliffs and we're both starved!"
"Some kinds of exploring can give you a hell of an appetite," Andy
agreed. He embraced his daughter, kissed her affectionately, and watched
as her mother took the girl in her arms for a moment.
"Happy?" Denise whispered in the girl's ear. The mahogany tresses bobbed
as she nodded silently. "Good. But the rules haven't changed, Sandy ...
just as I told you when I made you start with the Pill. It's one of
life's greatest privileges, but you alone have to decide when to
exercise it."
Denise released her daughter and immediately began to undress in front
of them, just as Andy was doing. Cassandra grabbed Tom's hand and led
him to the kitchen.
"Take your trunks, Andy!" Denise warned as her husband headed for the
front door. "Remember what Dur said about those Oscars he stocked the
lake with. I can't spare an inch of that cock of yours, just to feed the
fish!"
* * *
Coral McNally, Andy thought, must certainly be one of the world's best
lays, as well as one of its most beautiful females. Her natural
strawberry-blonde hair was intriguing in itself, but her complexion was
almost two shades deeper than one normally saw with that hair. And her
eyes were the deepest green he had ever seen. It always gave him a
hard-on just to look at her.
Against the white sand of the beach, Coral's body was even more
colorfully enticing. Her svelte shape almost covered the doubled beach
towel beneath her, it was almost the same color as her eyes, and it made
the strawberry-blonde hairs of her cunt more prominent by contrast.
Andy heard the Cartwrights and Ordwells splashing as they swam close to
the beach on the other side of the lake. Nearer, he could hear Denise
squealing her enjoyment as Dur McNally began to stimulate her with some
kind of foreplay.
Maybe it was just as well, Andy told himself, that the youngsters were
keeping to themselves in the cottage. Not that their presence on the
beach would really cramp his style, but he was sure that it would make
him self-conscious right now. After he had laid Coral, Rhoda and Shelley
just one time each, after the fresh novelty of this particular
get-together had lost its initial impact, then he could screw any of
them with any kind of audience.
"What are you looking at, Andy?" Coral asked. She was gazing at him from
between her upraised knees, shading her eyes with her hand. He sat where
her feet would have been if she had stretched them out.
"Your pussy, of course," he replied. "You know I have to enjoy looking
at it for a while when I haven't seen it for a long time." He reached
out and spread the outer cuntlips with his thumbs. His eyes gleamed with
lust as he stared at the wet flesh of her gash. "You're starting to get
a hard-on, Coral!"
"I'm what?" Coral almost sat up in surprise.
"Your clitty's getting stiff and peeping out of its hiding place," he
clarified. "Do you suppose it could smell Uncle Andy from that
distance?" Coral had to giggle at his whimsy. "Well, Uncle Andy sure as
hell can smell it! Damn! I can't wait any longer to taste that cunny,
Coral."
He put his mouth over the parted, swollen pussy lips, and his tongue
entered the moist folds to lick at the dew-covered satin of her warm
flesh. Coral moaned and drew her knees farther apart. Andy thrust his
tongue into her cunt hole, explored the cave for a while, then returned
to the upper reaches of her box and began twitting the hard flesh of her
clit.
"Oh, Andy!" she cried. "Suck it off for me!" Her ass moved on the towel,
pinched the fabric between the quivering cheeks, and lifted it an inch
from the sand; her cunt pressed into his mouth so snugly that his lips
were forced over the firm bud. He gave it a playful nibble, then sucked.
"Yes, Andy! Oh, God, yes!" Her cry was followed by a series of steady
whimpering moans as he tongued the tender tip and milked its little
cloaked form with his lips.
Her legs went around his neck, ankles locked in ecstasy as she tensed
her body to the powerful thrills that raced over her. Her ass rolled and
jerked, seeming to float in the air as she ground her cunt into the
source of her pleasure.
She came in hard, shrieking spasms, until the final one left her so
shaken that she squirmed away Tom him to cool her fiery clit, fanning it
to evaporate some moisture with her moving hand. Andy licked his lips,
enjoying the aftertaste of her cunt, and inhaled deeply to draw her
woman scent into his nostrils.
His cock was pulsing with a dull ache, and he clasped it in his hands to
ease the discomfort until Coral was ready. She stopped fanning her
crotch with her hand, lay back on her towel, and took a deep breath.
Andy watched her tits jiggle enticingly, then crawled into the embrace
of her legs, letting his cock slide through the wet furrow of her cunt
as he leaned down and sucked at her tits for a while. The thrills that
sped to her cunt from her tits made her resume the dying convulsions
inside her.
"Enough, Andy!" she cried. "Stick that cock in me! I'm ready to die
happy."
He reared back, guided the head of his prick into the center of the
sloppy furrow, and let it glide smoothly past her entrance. He drove his
cock into her horny twat in a long thrust, feeling the heated contact as
his balls snuggled into her crotch.
"Good good good!" she gasped. "Fuck it wobbly, Andy, like last time!"
He wiggled his ass from side to side as he screwed her, making her cunt
distort with each stroke and causing a strong tugging at the cloak of
her clitoris.
She hummed and whimpered with pleasure, her hands pulling at the cheeks
of his ass in desperation, as if she could help him bury his cock more
deeply as he drove into her snatch. "I'm ... getting there fast ...
Andy!" she cried.
"Good!" he grunted. "I've been saving up for this, Coral. When you ...
cross the finish line ... you win a cup ... or maybe only half a
cupful!"
"NOW!" she yelled as her body stiffened. Her cunt tightened on his
moving shaft, and he thrust hard to reach bottom as he let go. She
moaned as shot after shot of hot fuck juice burst into her hole, flooded
her cunt and oozed out around their connection.
When they separated, Andy flopped down on the sand beside her. They lay
there in the gentle breeze, letting it cool their hot bodies for a
while.
"We've talked about it before," Coral said in a low voice, "but that was
when it seemed to be in the future. Now that Sandy's lost her cherry, is
she going to be a full initiate, or do you have a few qualms, now that
the time is here?"
"Oh, I suppose I have the usual paternal hangups, somewhere deep inside
me. But ... no. She's a woman, now, and she's on her own. She's had the
best training possible, so ... it's up to her." He grinned wryly. "If
she's anything like her mother, she's not about to let that thing
tighten up for very long at a time, now that she's found out how much
fun it is to use it!"
"Well, Tom's liable to keep after her for a while, but a man has to rest
longer between bouts. So ... she just may try to seduce one of the older
hands to cure her itch. It could be quite an interesting vacation!"
"Tom's a male, but his youth gives him the edge on us older bucks," Andy
reminded her. "And if I know the females in this tight little group, he
just might beat Sandy to the punch when it comes to dallying with the
regulars!"
* * *
It was the smell of pussy--human pussy--that aroused him from his sleep.
He pawed the dirt and shook his head. There it was again, the fragrance
of the man-bitch in heat, the same odor that had struck his senses when
he had fucked another man-bitch.
He lowered his head and whined, then he sniffed his way to the edge of
the woods and saw the humans fucking on the beach again. He watched as
the man steadily fucked the woman with vigorous strokes.
Now the odor of cunt seemed to overpower him. His cock slowly unsheathed
and grew erect. He lay down and licked his lengthening cock as he
listened to the sounds of the man grunting as he fucked the woman
beneath him.
Muscles, taut, the white dog rubbed his cock in the sand, overcome by
the strong urge to mate. His prick was fully unsheathed now, the tip red
just above the bulbous dog knot.
It had been a long time since he had fucked that man-bitch, and the
mating urge was so strong that he began dragging his hindquarters
against the coarse sand, relieving the itch that had pervaded his dog
cock.
The woman's scream startled him, and he stopped and stood still, ears
perked up. He could hear them talking and laughing. The dog crawled
beneath some bushes and peered out at the humans on the beach. The man
was standing up, wiping his cock, and pointing at the semen that was
running down the woman's thighs.
The dog whined, his cock slowly retracting as the scent of pussy and
semen filled the air.
Chapter 4
Denise Lafayette was taking no chances; she had two beach towels under
her, well overlapped, and among her beachside accessories were a small
whisk broom and a battery-powered vacuum cleaner.
Durward McNally grinned as he watched her police up the nappy surface
around her before she lay back and relaxed, adjusting her sunglasses.
Her tan was already well established, and she was using no visible
lotions or oils. Only the natural satin sheen of her skin reflected the
afternoon sun. Tiny beads of perspiration began to form in several
spots, but Durward knew it was something else which glistened in the
brown tendrils of hair that covered her lower belly and the mound of her
cunt.
He had been standing near her little island of terry cloth, enjoying the
rich vision of her voluptuous charms as she moved. Now that she had
settled down, he was anxious to lie beside her and use all of his
remaining senses to enjoy her delicious femaleness. He took a step
toward the toweled area.
"Dur!" she cried. "Brush off all the sand you have on you before you get
on the towel!"
He picked up her whisk broom, flicked it lightly over his lower thighs,
knees, calves and ankles. Then he sat carefully on the towel, held up
one foot at a time, and brushed off every grain of sand he could locate
before allowing his feet to touch the material.
"Now am I decontaminated?" he asked with a smile, tossing the whisk
broom down where he had found it.
"I hope so," she said with a giggle. "I'm not going through last
summer's humiliation again. Do you know I had some of this damn sand
embedded in my snatch and couldn't even douche it away? I had to have my
gynecologist remove it. And I overheard the bastard talking to his
nurse. He referred to me as 'Gravel Gertie'!"
"Which one of us guys was careless enough to give you a dose of beach
itchy" he asked when they had stopped laughing.
"None of you," she admitted. "I was just careless about nude sunbathing.
But I'm eliminating all sources this year, believe me!" She got up on
her hands and knees and pretended to examine him very closely for
maverick grains of sand.
"Hey!" he cried as she began to flick his half-hard cock with soft
fingertips. "I haven't been near the sand with that! I just walked out
here and stood around!"
"Can't be too sure," she giggled. She held the stiffening shaft in one
hand and continued to brush it lightly, making sure that her caressing
strokes set up an increasing stimulation. When it was rock-hard, she
squeezed his cock gently. "I forgot. This is not supposed to be dry
cleaned. I'd better wash it."
Her lips encircled the tip, slid down over it, and back up. She licked
it from tip to base with her tongue, making Durward almost groan as the
exciting sensations rippled over him. She took the tool in her mouth
again and started to work on it in earnest. He pulled away from her and
waved his stiff rod in the air.
"I wasn't through with it," she complained.
"It won't stand much agitation," he told her. "You washed it fine. Now
I'm drip-drying it."
She watched him wave his cock around, licking her lips and rubbing her
cunt with frantic fingers. She seemed about to explode with the lustful
hungers that were building inside her.
"Okay, it's clean!" she cried. "Put it in me, Dur ... for God's sake,
fuck me! I'm going crazy!" She moved to squat over him and let her ass
down slowly as she rotated it, seeking with the mouth of her cunt the
only food that would satisfy its increasing hunger.
He guided the tip of his cock into the slippery maw as it came within
reach. Denise grunted softly, tilted her pelvis downward to achieve the
angle she wanted, then eased her weight onto the thick stake of flesh,
impaling her cunt completely.
"Oh, Dur! That whang feels so good inside me!" She began to rock and
fuck at the same time, making his cock spiral around in her wet, heated
sheath as it slid inward and outward in long, hard strokes.
She had not been exaggerating her need or her readiness. He felt her
fluids oozing down over his balls and groin as she rode him. Her leg
muscles stood out like steel springs as she tensed and bounced, levering
herself onto his swollen cock in an ever increasing frenzy.
The full, firm mounds of her tits jiggled and bounced springily at every
movement, and he wanted to get his mouth on them, nibble and suck them
as she screwed her twat down onto the tingling shaft of his prick.
His hands reached upward, sliding from her moving hips to the quivering
mounds of her boobs. He cupped them firmly, catching the nipples between
thumbs and forefingers and squeezing them in rhythm to the fucking she
was giving him.
"Oooohhh!" she breathed. "Yes! Milk 'em, Dur."
He kneaded and squeezed the generous udders, milked at the spongy
nipples, and felt the dampness on his fingers as he cleared her milk
ducts of their watery secretions. She moaned and fucked him harder.
His arms began to ache from the unnatural position of his long reach,
but Denise was so happy with the excitement it brought her that he kept
it up until she was almost sobbing with joy.
"Dur ... oh, Dur!" she cried. "I'm coming now!"
She screwed down onto him for another few strokes, then drove hard to
jam his cock into her cunt as the first spasm hit her. She ground her
ass against him, frictioning her cunt on his crotch mat in a writhing,
clinging frenzy.
Durward's cock jerked inside her box, releasing its load in hot spurts.
She whimpered as he filled her every nook with the gushing semen, then
uttered a loud cry and fen over sideways, breaking their connection and
letting the juices run in all directions.
She toppled diagonally on the overlapped towels. Only her head was on
the sand, her long brown tresses spread out on the whitely shining
granules as she gasped and moaned softly.
Durward picked up her sunglasses from the towel--they had been jerked
off her head by the violence of her movements--and instated them for
her. She thanked him with a brief grunt as she adjusted them on the
sensitive bridge of her nose.
"Now you're contaminated," he teased. "The second you raise your head,
that lovely brown hair is going to scatter sand all over your nice clean
towel."
"Oh, Dur! Vacuum it for me, please," she asked, fumbling for the
flashlight-shaped accessory. He took it, went out on the sand beyond her
head, and knelt there. He lifted her head, shook separate handfuls of
the brown tresses to dislodge the surface granules, then vacuumed them
with the device.
The suction was weak, but it seemed to do the job, and after he had
cleaned the corner of the towel where some sand had fallen, he leaned
down and kissed her moist, ripe lips.
"Okay. Scrunch over and get your head on the magic carpet," he told her.
She eased herself around carefully and let her head down on the safe
area.
"Thanks, Dur. You're a doll. I love the beach, but ... I just don't dig
the idea of sandy fucking.
"When did you change your mind about me?" Cassandra's voice inquired
from somewhere in back of Denise.
Cassandra was the epitome of sex-kittenhood as she stood, feet placed
well apart, hands on excitingly curved hips, and a gay smile on her
freshly moistened lips--lips, Durward noticed, that were precisely
copied from her sexy mother.
"Sandy!" Denise peered up over the tops of her sunglasses at the girl
and her escort. Tom was a pace behind her, grinning almost foolishly at
his playmate's teasing of her mother.
"I didn't, silly," Denise said. "I meant that I don't dig getting half
the beach in my twat while I'm having fun. You know what I went through
last summer!"
"I know," Sandy replied. "I couldn't resist the straight line, Mother."
Denise's usually cheerful face acquired a slight frown. She seemed to be
thinking intently for a moment. Then she flashed her daughter one of her
brightest smiles.
"Sandy, honey," she said in what was anything but a maternal tone. "I
think that you'd better switch to a first-name basis with your parents
if you're going to play in the same league with them. It's not exactly
conducive to sexual excitement to be called Mother at such times. Sort
of dulls the romantic aspect."
"Not for your partner," Durward protested. "Just thinking about the
magic of something as beautiful and desirable as Sandy coming out of
you, Denise, makes me all the more excited about getting into you."
"Andy's said similar things," Denise replied. "And I'm sure both of you
were sincere. But it's my mental reaction I was talking about.
"I understand, Moth-Denise," Sandy said, stumbling over the unfamiliar
form of address. "It's part of the feminine mystique we can't expect men
to understand."
Denise had been eyeing Tom's muscular physique, admiring in particular
the semi-erect bulk of his virile cock and the bountiful sac of his
nuts. He sensed her lustful appreciation as she gazed at him, and he
took a step toward her, as if magnetically drawn to this excitingly
mature version of the girl he had deflowered earlier.
His springy prick bobbed as he moved, and Denise wet her lips hungrily.
But she felt dismay creep into her feeling of secret excitement. This
was not the time for the initial cross-generation swapping; as much as
she wanted Tom, all of a sudden, she knew she would rather fuck him in
private the first time.
Besides, she doubted whether Sandy was ready to share this hot young man
who had taken her cherry; it would take a while for the girl to wear off
that pseudo-love that could be such a potent adoration for a girl where
her first fuck was concerned. And Denise was not eager to have any
competition aroused in her daughter. It could spoil the fun they would
have if the timing were better.
"We wanted to do some exploring around the cliffs," Tom told her as he
stepped still nearer. "We thought we ought to check with you first. I
suppose we'll be back in an hour or less."
"Fine," Denise agreed, relaxing visibly. "Be alert for snakes, though "
She felt relief as the pair waved, turned and started up the beach. But
her gaze was fixed on Tom's lean, muscular butt for several seconds. She
felt her fingers clench, itching to seize those virile young cheeks as
she pulled his cock deep into her cunt.
"Hey, you!" Durward said quietly, putting a hand on her ass as he
recognized the direction of her momentary lust. "Would you care to
settle for an old codger in the hand while you're thinking about the
young one in the bush?"
She blushed as she turned to face him. The dark lenses of her sunglasses
hid the embarrassment in her eyes, but it was betrayed by tones in her
voice.
"Sorry!" she said. "I don't quite know what came over me all at once."
She was silent for a while, lost in her thoughts. Then she took a deep
breath and spoke more truthfully.
"Yes, I do, too! I hate hypocrisy, and I won't have any part of it!
Despite the fact that I've felt, at times, almost as if Tom were my oven
boy, I've got the hots for him, now that he seems more like a young man
with a cock that can outlast older ones.
"It's a form of incestuous thinking, I guess. Andy and I have discussed
it. He even admits that Sandy turns him on at times. We agreed that our
own brand of morality should not forbid family fun of any sort. Only the
genetic threat of accidental inbreeding makes us hold back."
"I can't fight honesty," Durward conceded. "Coral has had the same
feelings about Tom, and I think every man has moments of incestuous lust
for his daughter, as does many a mother for her son, although the
hypocrisy of our Victorian background makes most of us deny the fact,
even to ourselves."
"Right now," Denise said, rolling over on her belly and pulling herself
toward him, "I'm just plain cock-hungry. Let me suck that prick of your,
Dur!"
"You'll have quite an audience," he observed, looking out over the satin
curve of her shoulders, back and butt, at the lake. "The West Shore
people are at the dock, getting a boat ready to come over here."
"I don't care," Denise replied, taking his cock in her hand. She had not
so much as turned to look back over her shoulder at the lake. "I'll get
what I want before they can beach their boat and break up the party!"
She engulfed the entire length of his cock in a single movement. He felt
saliva flowing around it, and the tip throbbed as it swelled with
excitement against the back of her throat. She began nodding on it,
letting the sensitive underside slide over the velvet moisture of her
tongue.
"Jesus, Denise!" Durward groaned. "You keep that up very long and I'll
come so hard it'll take me a week to recover!"
She merely grunted and gurgled around the meaty feast. Her hands sought
his butt, and her fingers teased at the taut skin as his muscles tensed
with excitement. The cheeks of his ass bunched up in the sand, and he
could feel the gritty granules in the contracted wrinkles of his
asshole, itching, teasing, driving his excitement upward swiftly.
She brought one hand around to cup the hairy baggage of his balls; her
nails scratched gently behind the scrotum, and she began to apply a
powerful suction at each lift of her head. Durward had to groan with the
voluptuously ecstatic sensations that boiled up in his groin, balls and
pecker.
"God, baby!" he muttered. "I thought the well had ... gone dry when I
... flooded your cunt! Now I ... Oh, shit, baby!" He grunted and let out
an animal growl as his groin bubbled and ached and tingled. His sperm
boiled up out of its hidden caves and gushed in pulsating splashes from
the tenderized head of his cock.
Denise gulped at the copious load, working valiantly to contain the
surprising reserves that had appeared from somewhere since he had shot
his wad into her cunt. When she had sucked the tightly spasmed channel
of its last dregs, she let his cock go and sat back on her heels to lick
her lips and smile like a canary-stuffed cat. With the intuitive
perception of womanhood, she had the inspired thought that he had been
tremendously stimulated by the recent nearness of her sexually exciting
daughter. Tit for tat, she thought. Tom had surely increased her lust,
making her more voracious than usual as she milked Dur's prick of his
last drop!
"Bravo!" Ross Ordwell's cheer came from behind her. He was holding his
clasped hands over his head in the battle symbol of victory as he stood
on the nearby dock. Rhoda, Shelley and Jack were getting out of the boat
that was tied to a piling.
"Was that feat as effective as it appeared to be from here?" Rhoda asked
loudly.
"You'd better make book on it!" Durward moaned without lifting his head.
He waited until the four newcomers had surrounded them, then exaggerated
his condition. "She sucked that thing so damned efficiently that my
asshole pumped up at least three pounds of sand. What kind of an enema
do you take to get rid of that?"
"Speaking as a construction man," Jack Cartwright offered, "I've never
mixed anything with sand except water and Portland cement. But I don't
think I'd advise that in this case!"
"Thanks a bunch!" Durward told him. "But if you're really feeling
helpful, come over here and use that smart mouth of yours to suck the
sand out of my ass."
"No, thanks," Jack said, chuckling. "I've had my grit for the day. Just
consumed some Chesapeake Bay sand. Ross and Shelley fed us oysters a
while ago."
"Oysters!" Durward got to his feet and began brushing sand out of the
crease between his asscheeks. "Do you West Shore cocksmen need seafood
so you can challenge us to an endurance contest?"
"If we did challenge you," Ross said, "I think you'd have to send in
that substitute you've got warming up on the bench. Tom appears to have
joined the team, and Sandy, too."
"When that boy gets over his first cherry-picking infatuation," Durward
warned them in a bit of parental boasting, "you'll wish I hadn't sent
him in to take my place."
"And what about Sandy?" Jack inquired, looking at Denise.
"If you can get it, more power to you," she answered. "Lots o' luck.
Right now, the way she sticks to Tom, you'd think she was hoping to con
him into stuffing that maidenhead back into her."
"If she gives up, I'll be glad to try my hand at stuffing," Jack
volunteered.
"The line forms right behind me," Durward joked. Denise laughed.
"For now, you dirty old men," she said, "eat your hearts out!"
Chapter 5
The West Shore couples had not intended to assault the East Shore group
in a sexual sense. They had crossed the lake for socializing, and the
community of ten spent the late afternoon and most of the evening
comparing notes on various subjects.
In the manner of a progressive dinner, though without any preplanned
order, schedule or preparation, they managed to spend some time in every
one of the four cottages before they finished their discussions. Drinks
and snacks always seemed to be in evidence, and each helped himself as
appetite or mood required.
Tom and Sandy were in attendance after the first hour, always together
or near each other, even though they participated in conversations
separately, when they were addressed by one of the older members of the
group.
Shortly after ten, presumably by mutual agreement, Tom and Sandy excused
themselves and announced their intention to call it a night. They left
the Cartwright cottage, where the rambling party had come to an
almost-standstill, and swam across the lake. After seeing Cassandra
safely inside the Lafayette cottage, Tom went to his own bed and flaked
out.
The departure of the "novice members" lifted a cloud of restraint from
the others. In rapid succession, they paired off and disappeared until
Rhoda and Andy remained at the Cartwright bar by themselves.
Rhoda had installed the cotton summer covers on the leatherette bar
stools, so they were comfortable sitting in the buff. Andy had to lean
back frequently and admire the way Rhoda's gypsy-tan butt cheeks
contrasted so excitingly with the bright fabric of the cover on which
she sat.
"Damn, Rhoda!" he had to say finally. "I've admired your sweet ass from
the first time I saw it, but ... right now it's about to drive me off my
nut!" He slipped from his stool and squatted behind her, then delivered
a series of passionate kisses on her curvaceous butt.
When he began to thrust his tongue down into the crease that separated
the attractive cheeks, she wiggled backward until her asshole was fully
accessible, nestled amidst the curls of black hair that crept from her
crotch.
Andy slithered the tip of his tongue into the soft warmth of her bung,
teasing the tender wrinkles expertly. It was so tantalizing that she
could not sit still. Her ass writhed on the fabric as she whimpered and
giggled happily. And her asshole kept winking as she tried to open to
his tongue against the reflexive nerve block that contracted it.
She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the bar and lifting her
quivering butt from the stool. Andy grunted eagerly and pursued the
target, now so much more accessible to him. He got the tip of his tongue
wedged past the winking ring of muscle, and the hot wetness of his
vibrating flesh excited her fantastically.
"Oh, Jesus!" she whispered. "I'm creaming all over the place!"
Andy felt her juice trickling in around his tongue. The female scent of
it was driving him wild. He tried to fuck her asshole with his tongue,
but the claspings of her anal muscle were too strong. He finally tired
and had to pull his aching tongue out of her ass.
He slithered it into her dripping cunt and she almost jumped off the
stool, where her feet were bracing her on opposite side rungs. He sucked
at the runny coating and licked off all he could reach. Then he seized
her by the waist and picked her up; he set her down beside him, then
took her hand in his.
"Where do you want it, Rhoda?" he asked. "Bed ... floor ... porch ...
beach ... name it quick!"
"Here!" she cried, pulling the slip cover off her bar stool with her
free hand, then pulling him down to the shag carpeting.
"Hands and knees, baby!" he ordered. "Uncle Andy's going to try your
back door!" She obliged him, and he knee-walked up to her, guiding his
prick into the dripping tendrils of her black bush.
He shoved into her cunt, making her gasp and moan with pleasure as his
cock filled her tunnel briefly. He gave his dick a few strokes to
lubricate it, then gathered some more of the trickling excess with his
fingers. He smeared her asshole with it, then pulled out of her cunt and
jammed the head of his whang into the moistened wrinkles of her bung. He
pressed finely but slowly at the reluctant flesh.
"Come on, baby!" he coaxed her. "Shit for Uncle Andy."
She grunted, made a conscious effort to expand the stubborn muscle, and
it rolled open abruptly. Andy's cock entered her asshole with a soft,
wet "plop" as his prickhead cleared the entranceway.
"Oh God, you're filling me up!" she cried. It felt as if he had stuffed
her ass with a splintered piece of timber. But she bore it bravely as he
reached around her and got his fingers in the soupy petals of her cunt.
He began to stir in the fleshy cauldron, and soon she was moaning with
her mounting involvement as sensations crawled over her from two
directions.
The more excited she grew, the more her asshole relaxed its stubborn
graspings. Andy was able to work his cock in to the limit, and he began
fucking her ass brutally while fingering her cunt into a seething,
frothy turmoil.
Rhoda's ass went into a grinding, jerking motion, the result of
experiencing so much stimulation that muscles and nerves began to react
wildly. Andy found that he could conserve his energy; she provided more
than enough movement to get the job done! He concentrated on working her
clit with his fingers and thumb.
She was breathing heavily now. It was more than panting; it was a
moaning, heaving sound, like a mare about to foal. She was creaming so
steadily that Andy's fingers, palm and wrist were dripping with the
excess.
Her bowel was writhing as his cock worked within its sheath, and her
asshole made spasmodic bites on the swollen flesh of his prick. He had
played this game before, with others, but never had he felt the joy of
penetrating a warm female body so keenly.
Every part of Rhoda was alive, working, and bubbling in its own kind of
juices. His cock and his fingers seemed to reach into her being, to feel
the warm juices of life pulsing around them. It was a stirring sensation
that simmered in his guts, waiting for only the slightest increase in
stimulus to boil it over.
"Andy!" Rhoda cried suddenly. "I keep ... coming and coming! Little
comes that ... are killing me! Oh God! Make me have ... a big one or ...
let me pass out!"
Her rasping voice sounded even sexier than her normal tones. Andy was
excited by the animal grunts she uttered every time their bodies banged
together.
Still he held his control. But then she started to have a greater
climax; her cunt grasped his probing fingers and her asshole nibbled on
his cock as she suddenly squealed loudly.
Andy groaned and began to shoot into her bowel. She felt the hot cum
splashing inside her and uttered a staccato shrieking sound as her
convulsions caused her throat to spasm. Her claspings milked Andy's cock
quickly, and the chattering action of her asshole became too painful for
his tenderized meat.
He eased out of her ass, withdrawing a little each time her bung
expanded briefly. When his dick was free, he sat down heavily, his
sloppy hand held in front of him while he groped with the other for the
slip cover Rhoda had grabbed earlier.
He jammed the fabric into her crotch so it covered asshole and pussy,
holding it there until Rhoda could stagger to her feet and grip the
material with her thighs and hand.
He continued to sit, wet cock and hand in his bare lap, waiting for her
to finish in the bathroom. Cool evening air came through the screen
door, evaporating the sweat and cum and cunt cream that covered him.
When he heard the shower splashing, he swore, got to his feet, and went
in to join her. They lathered and splashed around, teasing each other
and laughing, until they felt refreshed. Then they shut off the spray
and embraced, their wet bodies slithering together as they kissed and
explored with their hands.
"I'm getting hot again," Rhoda said. "My asshole's tender, but my twat
is twitching for action."
"And my prick's praying for a refill," he told her. "While we're
waiting, how about another drink?"
"Good idea. You build 'em while I turn down a bed. We can lie there and
sip in comfort. Then, when that prayer's answered, we'll be in a good
place to take advantage of it!"
Andy went to the bar while Rhoda got the master bedroom organized. Once
they were settled in, drinks on the nightstands, radio playing soft
music, and the mild night breeze coming in through the open window, Andy
felt more refreshed than ever.
Rhoda began playing with him, trailing her fingertips over his skin,
sucking his nipples, scratching the wrinkled surface of his hairy bag,
and even the wrinkled knot of his shifter.
His pulse began to speed up once more, and he got into the spirit of the
game. He went after Rhoda's tits, sucking her large nipples and kneading
the lovely udders until she was squealing and squirming all over the
bed.
He went after her cunt then, licking the hot, fleshy furrow that cleft
her dark bush, nibbling at the passion-thickened lips and the stubby
erection of her clitoris. She moaned and wiggled, happy to be eaten by
his hungry mouth, but she wanted to feast, too.
She reversed herself in bed, and Andy left his position at the foot to
stretch out full-length beside her, his face in her hairy crotch, his
nose in her ass, and his tongue once more licking avidly into her cunt.
Rhoda's tongue was busy, too. She raved his balls, licked the shaft of
his cock, rimmed the coronal ridge with her tongue, then slid her moist,
hot lips over the tip and rammed his entire prickshaft into her throat.
She was creaming heavily again as he began to suck her clit and milk it
with his lips. Her tiny moans told him she was on her way to an exciting
finish, and the thought speeded up his own recovery, already nicely
begun by Rhoda's expert cock sucking.
When she came, Andy grabbed her ass and held her cunt against his mouth,
sucking at the hole of her twat for all he was worth as his own
explosion started. He spewed out his jizz in sharp jets that seemed to
drain him swiftly.
Rhoda took it smoothly, gulping and sucking until Andy let out a deep
groan. Then she let her head fall aside and his cock flipped free. He
let his head roll out of her crotch onto the bed.
After Rhoda's inner spasms subsided, she sat up and sipped at her drink.
"Wow! That was great, Andy!" she told him. "It might even last me until
breakfast."
"It was great for me, too, Rhoda," he admitted. "But don't count too
much on a wake-up quickie in the morning. I feel as if I belong in an
intensive care ward. Kee-rist! I wonder if I'm the only guy who ran out
of steam before midnight!"
* * *
Denise and Jack entered the Lafayette cottage quietly, but the door to
Sandy's room was closed, and her mother was certain that nothing short
of a major explosion would awaken her.
They built drinks, took them to the master bedroom, and turned on the FM
radio while they got settled. Calypso music filled the room, and Denise
lay lewdly in the center of the big bed, wiggling her ass on the sheets
and tossing her pelvis in rhythmic bumps that forced Jack to stare in
awe at her dexterity.
"What the hell am I doing just sitting here?" he asked himself aloud as
he set his drink on his nightstand. He rolled over on his hip, moving
quickly from a sitting position on the edge of the bed to a kneeling
readiness that gave him a closer look at Denise's tossing torso.
"My God! The fresh little thing is winking at me!" he said after
watching her pussy part its lips on the upward movement and close them
as her ass sank onto the bed. "Stop the machine so I can get on board.
Don't waste all that energy, Denise!"
She grinned mischievously and slowed her motion just enough for him to
insert his knees between her upraised thighs. But when he tried to zero
in on her bouncing bush, aiming his cock with a nervous hand, he found
it impossible to slip into the enticing blossom that fluttered up and
down in time with the music.
When the program announcer's voice came over the air, Denise stopped, as
if unable to make her ass dance without music. Jack shoved the head of
his dick into her moist hole, grabbed her butt in his huge hands, and
thrust into her cunt.
"Oohhh!" she moaned. "You know how to fill a girl's needs!"
When the music resumed, it was with a slow waltz. Jack thrust into her
cunt on the downbeat, used a spiral movement as he withdrew, and screwed
in again on the next downbeat. He waltzed into her for several minutes,
enjoying the slow fuck as he felt her juices ooze more freely around his
cock.
Then another waltz, timed just a fraction of a second faster, allowed a
slight increase in his strokes. He got her tits in his hands, squeezing
and kneading them, pinching her nipples occasionally on the downbeat.
Denise was whimpering and writhing considerably as her thrills
increased, and her own tempo began to make itself known.
She thrust up to meet him, but her eagerness and the inner rhythm of her
quickening pulse did not match the precise drive he was using-still
following the waltz beat.
The next recording was "If I Were a Rich Man", from Fiddler On The Roof.
It was strictly a novelty instrumental arrangement, and Jack speeded up
to follow the inspiring beat.
After the introduction, Jack's virile baritone voice teased Denise with
a parody, for as long as he could think up the words fast enough. "If I
were a cocksman ... duh-duh-dee-dee-duh-dee-di-dee-oh ..."
Many a man would have sounded comical, singing as he fucked. But there
was something about the earnest expression on Jack's face and the
purposeful gleam in his eyes as he screwed her beautifully in perfect
rhythm, that excited Denise more than ever.
And there was great excitement in the way his huge cock filled her twat
to full capacity--or so it seemed--every time he shoved it into her
frothing hole.
He gave up singing, merely grunting in bestial joy with the thrill of
plumbing her deep sheath at each charge. But the savage, lustful sound
of his grunts, in perfect tempo with the music, managed to stir Denise
as nothing ever had before. She felt a rare, primordial strength and
lust fill her supercharged body, and she began to moan and sob at the
sensations that threatened to explode within her at any second.
"When I come," she threatened, panting and moaning between quickly
uttered phrases, "I'm gonna ... swallow you up ... in one big ...
OMIGOD!" Her body tensed and quivered, then spasmed wildly as the potent
orgasm seized her.
Jack, feeling his cock being nibbled by her swallowing cunt, knew he was
done for in a matter of seconds. He bored into her with a desperate
lunge and let go his load, shooting spurts of his hot semen against the
innermost walls of her spasming tunnel.
When he had emptied his reservoir, his hands released her tits, and he
straightened up to study the fascinating sight of her dying climax as it
worked its way with her.
Her belly muscles shivered and rippled and her arms and legs twitched at
random intervals. She was breathing so heavily and so rapidly that her
tits were not still for a second, jiggling and quaking to her inner
rhythm.
She kept wetting her lips with her tongue, and rolling her head from
side to side. Her eyes were tightly closed all the while. And when the
very last twitch, ripple, shiver, jiggle and quake had ended, her eyes
opened. She looked at him and smiled weakly.
"I don't know ... what made it happen ... the way it happened," she
panted. "But one like that ... is about all I can stand ... without
flipping my wig!"
Jack pulled his dick out of her overflowing hole and eased down to lie
beside her. He felt spent, but the intensity of Denise's orgasm had been
rewarding to watch and feel. He had the impression that, if she were
willing to tackle it after a few minutes, he might just be able to
revive his sleeping cock and repeat the performance.
He took a hearty swallow of his drink, wondering how best to fill the
time between now and the moment both of them were ready for another
fuck.
The breeze whipped the curtain, flipping it far out into the room, and
Jack glanced at the window. The moon was not full, but it was bright
enough to take a walk around the lake
"Let's take a moonlight stroll, Denise," he suggested. "It might pep us
up to walk for a while." He swung his feet to the floor and stood up,
looking down at her.
"If it doesn't freeze us first," she replied. But she got out of bed and
slipped into a short robe before following him. It was cool outside,
especially when the wind blew. But the breeze was fickle, coming and
going at random intervals. They walked at a good pace, going from the
cottage along the beach to the north end of the lake, then across the
bridge over the creek, and southward along the west shore. When they
rounded the southwestern comer, they stopped in the shelter of the
bushes and small trees that grew there, so Denise could squat and pee.
"Let's take a quick dip while we're here," Jack said. He strolled past
Denise's squatting form, hearing the foamy sound of her piss bubbling
into the sandy loam, and went up to the bank of the lake. It was about
two feet from the water. The depth, he knew, was almost fifteen feet at
this wide end of the "harp" of water.
He made a clean dive from the bank, came up, and saw Denise shedding her
robe. She went in feet-first, then swam to where he was treading water.
As the moon struck her face, he saw a strange expression; the water
around her was being agitated by her moving arms.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Skinny douching," she said, giggling at the blank look on his face.
"It's something I learned at summer camp when I was a few years younger.
You tread water, then use your hands like a plumber's friend to suction
the water and push it into your cunt."
"I most certainly do not!" Jack quipped.
"I mean, if you have a cunt, that's how you douche it while you're
skinny-dipping. It's primitive, but effective."
"Come with me," Jack said, starting for the bank. "I'll show you how to
apply suction to a cunt!"
They crawled onto the bank and lay on the soft grass. Jack caught his
breath, then rolled over onto his belly and grabbed Denise's legs,
lifting them high. He nosed into her wet, brown curls, thumbed the
cuntlips apart, and began to lick hotly into her gash.
She squealed as his tongue snaked all over her box, gathering drops of
lake water and teasing her sensitive flesh. He nibbled her clit and she
moaned softly; her ass quivered in the soft grass and her belly rippled
with muscular activity as her excitement grew.
He got her clit in his lips and sucked at it, working the tiny cloak
over its stiff glans between sucks. Denise jerked and twisted in the
grass, moaning and whimpering as sensations tore through her belly,
bowels and cunt.
"Jack!" she cried. "Let me have your cock. Please!" He gave a grunt,
reluctant to leave his advantageous position, but he hated to be a
spoil-sport. He jockeyed around until he was straddling her head with
his crotch. He attacked her clit from this more difficult angle, got a
good grip on it, and resumed his sucking and milking.
Denise sucked his stiffened cock into her mouth. What he was doing to
her cunt made her starved for a flood of hot jizz. She wasted no time,
but immediately began to milk its bulk with her lips, sucking to hurry
the flow she was so eager to taste.
Cool blades of grass tickled her asshole, lower edges of her swollen
box, and inner thighs. Jack's lips and tongue were stirring up her very
soul and sucking it out through her cunt. She retaliated by sucking and
milking his cock voraciously.
They came together, exploding wildly as they groaned and grunted and
struggled, each trying to feast as long as possible. Then they were both
fighting to free themselves from the delicious pain of continued
stimulation.
As they lay in the grass, resting before their return to the cottage,
Denise glanced up at the cliffside. She stared at a spot of white,
barely visible in the shadowy recess of what looked like a cave.
"Is that your wild white dog up there?" she asked. Jack had told the
story again, by request, and the refreshed memory now made him think for
a brief moment that it was the dog he was seeing.
"Noooo ... I don't think so," he said finally, convinced that the white
patch was too small, even for the head of the beast. "He isn't a Pueblo
Indian, you know, Denise. He'd have to have a ladder to get into a hole
or ledge halfway up that cliff. Come on. Let's go back to that bed. For
some reason, I'm suddenly pooped!"
* * *
The hunt had been good tonight, and the rabbit warmed the lean belly
from the inside while the glossy white fur kept it warm from without.
Bounding over the boulders, all four of the huge paws found familiar
spots, carrying the big white beast into the cave.
He padded to the mouth that opened onto the cliffside, sniffed again at
the thing he had found in his nest, far in the back corner of the cave,
earlier in the evening. It had the strong male scent of man, but there
was also the man-bitch scent.
He whined softly as he remembered the man-bitch he had fucked; it had
been good, that unexpected mating. Did this thing in his cave have to do
with one of the man-bitches that came to stay in the
caves-that-smelled-like-trees, down by the lake?
There was the smell of blood, too. Had the man-bitch been hurt? Or was
it the kind of bleeding he knew from his coupling with that young coyote
bitch?
What was more important, was there a chance that the man-bitch would
return here? He would like to slide his cock into another roomy, warm
thing like he had found in that other man-bitch!
He whined more loudly now; his prick extended readily from its
white-furred covering, and a drop of his seed oozed out to fall onto the
stone floor. He growled deep in his throat, then padded into the rear
corner of the cave, sniffed cautiously as he turned around several
times, and lay down in his rocky bed.
Chapter 6
All evening, Ross Ordwell had been eyeing Coral McNally with just a
little more lust than he expended in his gazes at the other females. He
found himself developing the galloping hots for the luscious strawberry
blonde, and he thought that she had given him several unusually sultry
and meaningful looks in return.
There was something about the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and
the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly
challenged him to attack her. So he stayed alert at all times, and was
prepared when the spontaneous mating moment arrived.
When he eased her out the doorway of the Cartwright cottage, his hand
warmly caressing the small of her back, his prick was so hard and erect
that it jabbed her in the left cheek of her ass.
"Anxious brute, isn't he?" Coral giggled as she ran across the porch and
onto the beach. Ross hurried to catch up with her. They walked from that
point on--a fast walk, but still a walk, rather than a run. They
realized that they wanted to conserve their energies for more important
exercise.
"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," Ross told her as they rounded
the southeast corner of the lake and crossed the beach in front of the
McNally cottage. "If there was a way to duplicate myself, I'd do it ...
just so several of me could molest the hell out of you at once--some
eating you, some screwing you, some fucking you in that lovely
mouth--Christ! I almost go out of my gourd just thinking about it!"
"I think I prefer one Ross at a time," she told him. "You should, too.
If there were several of you gang-banging me, each one would get a share
of the fun. We can give you all their shares by taking one step at a
time. Besides ... I don't know if I could take on so many Rosses at
once. I seem to remember being pretty sore and tender after our last
session!"
They entered the McNally cottage quietly until Coral saw that the door
to Tom's soundproof room was closed; then she went to the bar, turned on
the stereo tape player, and waved a hand at the back bar.
"Make me something sexy to drink," she told him. "I'll be right back."
"I've been making it all evening," he quipped. "And keeping it hot for
you." Her liquid laughter trailed behind her as she disappeared into the
bathroom. Ross built her a time bomb: Green Chartreuse, vodka, Angostura
and water. He buzzed it in the mixer and poured it over the rocks. Then
he poured himself a Scotch and water.
Coral collected Ross and the drinks and steered the party to the
bedroom. She tasted her Seducers Special, rolled her eyes at him, and
set it on her nightstand with a respectful caution.
"That has an air of potency about it," she said.
"To be sipped slowly and often," Ross told her, taking a big swallow of
his own drink before setting it down. He took her in his arms and
thrilled to the hot feel of her nipples as they stabbed him in the
chest.
His hands explored her from shoulders to butt, then rounded her very
female hips and pulled her to him. His cock rammed her in the lower
belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile hard-on against
her skin.
Their lips met, opened, slithered together. Their tongues began
thrusting, seeking, fucking at the hot moist mouths that panted with
increasingly hot breath. Moans crept into the kissing. Now and then one
of them would bite gently, nipping the other's tongue or lip excitedly.
They eased onto the bed, and soon Ross had Coral stretched out in
quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He kissed her tits,
nibbled around the firm mounds, bit and sucked the puffy nipples, and
milked them.
He licked and kissed his way down her belly and into the bright
rose-gold floss of her cunt hair. Her body was shaking and she whimpered
and gasped as he split her cunt with eager thumbs and pressed his mouth
to the hot, wet slit.
His tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick lips and
massaged them tantalizingly. He let the tip of his tongue contact the
peeping tip of her erect clitoris, and she cried out to him.
"Oh, Ross! Give it a few sucks!" Her voice was desperately eager, and he
seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck,
letting it slide back into its cloak afterward.
Coral squealed happily and Ross mouthed the little bud closer to its
base; he milked it, sliding it within its delicate mantle, back and
forth, back and forth. Coral began to moan loudly as the thrills became
unbearable.
He switched again, surprising her with another suck that made her clit
seem to swell to double its normal size. She groaned as if he had hit
her in the belly with his fist. Her thighs gripped his head firmly and
her ass nibbled at the sheets as she tightened her butt cheeks in
reflex.
"ARGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook with the force of a
tremendous orgasmic wave. He felt the quiverings of her cunt as the
inner lips vibrated against his chin, and he heard the faint gurglings
as her juice was squished around in her convulsing cunt.
He sucked again, hard, and she shrieked as she moved her thighs to tear
his head from her crotch. He got out of the way and ran his fingers
through his hair to get it out of his eyes where it had been mussed by
her legs.
Coral lay still, moaning softly and gasping as the thrills continued to
race through her, slower and slower, until she was able to let her feet
down onto the bed. But she kept her eyes closed for several minutes.
"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?"
she said. "They'd have to carry me away in a basket!" Her eyes fluttered
open and their green depths seemed to be burning hotly, with little
flames of brighter green flashing at him.
"I yielded to your idea of one step at a time," Ross told her. "And I'm
ready for the next step." He grinned, arching his eyebrows in a Satanic
leer.
"Stinker!" she said. "If you were in my place, would you want me to give
you a breather?"
"Okay," he conceded. "Golden Rule prevails. But I'm so eager to shove my
cock in that juicy nest of yours that I can't promise how long I'll
wait."
"Wellll ..." she hesitated. "You can stick it in me whenever you want.
Just don't start fucking until I cool down a little, okay? And try not
to touch my clitty. It's hot enough to melt!"
Ross looked at the pulsing mouth of her wet cunt. It was still slavering
from her potent spasms, but it gave him the illusion of drooling at the
thought of eating his cock. The mental image made his prick throb so
hard he groaned.
"Jesus, Coral!" he grumbled. "The way I feel right now, when I stick
this thing in you, I'd better work fast. I remember the way your cunt
feels. You're so slick and warm and busy in there, it almost milks me
off just to fuck into you a couple of licks!"
As he spoke, Coral saw a pearly drop gather at the tip of his Mans, and
knew he was loaded and cocked, with a hair trigger that could be set off
at any moment.
"Oh, Ross!" she cried. "Punch that thing into my hole! I can't stand the
thought of losing any of your hot cum. I want it spurting into my womb!"
Her thighs spread open to him and he gave a sharp cry as he knelt
between them and laid the wet knob of his prick in the fluttering
entrance of her steamy swat.
"Coral ... baby!" he said hoarsely as he shoved his whang into her hole.
It slid along the clasping walls, plowing her elastic wrinkles aside and
expanding her cunt with the swollen bulk of his cock in a single,
controlled thrust.
Her heavy creaming had oiled the way for him and he began to fuck her
with long, slick shoves that buried his knob at the door to her womb
while her cunt wrapped itself wetly around him and hugged his prick in
hungry swallowings.
"Oohhh ... lover!" she moaned. "I'm having ... little comes ... all the
time! And there's a ... big one on the way!" She grunted and bucked
under his determined fuckings, their sloppy connection gurgling and
splatting with each stroke.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the big one grab onto her and tighten
every muscle in her body. "Come in me, Ross!"
He screwed into the bottom of her well, felt the nibbling of her avid
uterus as it reached down into her cunt for the payload, then squirted
his slimy seed in spastic jets, flooding her snatch completely.
The moment she was free of the orgasmic grip that had seized her, she
began sobbing with joy. Her legs and arms clung to him, as if she wanted
to keep his cock inside her cunt forever. He tensed his sphincter
muscle, making the semirigid shaft and knob swell and pulse inside her
hole.
"Oh Ross ... if they all were like this ... I wouldn't care if they did
... carry me away in a basket!" Tears of ecstatic joy ran down her
cheeks onto the pillow. She started to giggle, almost hysterical with
pleasure.
Ross grinned down at her and flexed his cock once more, swelling it
against the still spasming embrace of her swat. He reached down and
patted her ass affectionately.
"You don't mind, do you, if I fight off those guys with the basket for a
while?" he asked. "I figure I've got at least one more round left in
this gun--maybe more, after all the oysters I ate this afternoon--and
I'm damned if I want to try to fuck you in a basket!"
* * *
"Shelley," Durward said as the two of them entered the Ordwell cottage.
"Do you happen to have any more of those oysters you fed Ross and Jack
this afternoon? I didn't see them among the canapes this evening, and I
wouldn't want to miss any bets when it comes to showing you a good
time."
"Let's see," Shelley said, laying a finger alongside her temple and
trying to look thoughtful. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "The
last occasion you had to show me a good time, I seem to recall something
about a clit-tickler you wore on your ding-dong. It just about tickled
my clit right out of my swat!"
"No gimmicks tonight, Shel!" he promised. "I just want to hang in there
and screw your little box with my own natural equipment ... for as long
as I can last."
"We've got all night, Dur," she reminded him. "We can fuck and suck
until we're shot down, then rest and start over again."
"Let's get with it!" he urged. "The sooner we started, the more time
we'll have."
Shelley led him to the bedroom, where they went into a wildly passionate
clinch, mouths sucking and tongues thrusting, as they groped at each
other's bodies hungrily in an urgent need to feel and taste each other
to the limit.
When they were panting too much to continue kissing, they fell onto the
bed. Durward sucked one of Shelley's big, firm tits while he worked at
the other one with his hand. He did a lot of nibbling and kneading, then
got in a few powerful sucks.
Shelley moaned, took his head in her hands, and shifted it to the other
tit. She whimpered crazily as he nibbled and sucked a while longer.
When he nosed into her crotch for a smell and taste of her woman juice,
she was creaming outlandishly. Her thighs were wet from the oozings, and
when he parted the outer lips of her blonde-haired cunt, more flowed out
as he dipped his mouth into it.
"Oh, drink it, Dur!" she crooned, running her fingers through his hair.
"I've got so much for you! Suck it up, lover!"
He licked and sucked at the hot pussy flesh, then plunged his tongue
into her glory hole, fucking it in and out several times as she gasped
and whooped joyfully.
"Eeee!" she shrilled, coming so quickly that it was past before either
of them had time to react to it. But it was a mild climax, and she held
his head there while he bit at her clit and gave it a few fast sucks.
She whimpered constantly, fucking her ass upward to cup her cunt over
his mouth as he ate her.
Then she really came, crying out as her body jerked and bucked on the
bed. Durward had to bail out, leaning far backward to keep out of her
way, for her legs kicked and her arms flailed at the covers as the
sensations shook her to the core.
When she calmed down, the sheet was soaked with her cream. Durward
grinned and shook his head as he regarded her wryly. Her lovely blonde
tresses were wildly disarrayed, and her tits quivered like gelatin
topped with cherries as her breathing made them jiggle steadily.
"Blondes may not have more fun," he said. "But I challenge anyone to
find a female who's more fun to have fun with!"
"Thank you, Dur," she said. "God gave me a healthy body to enjoy, and I
hate waste!"
He looked at the cherry tips of her boobs and saw that they were still
bright red where he had nibbled and sucked so potently.
"Was I too rough on your titties?" he asked. "Those nipples are
certainly inflamed!"
"No. Not at all! Oh, they tingle, yet, but that only makes them tougher
and healthier. I almost come when you suck them like that. It makes them
breathe for days afterward. A man can't guess how good it feels!"
"I guess not. And a woman can't guess how good it feels to shove a stiff
prick into a juicy snatch like yours and fuck it full of cum!"
"I know how it feels from this end," she assured him. "And that's what
I'm dying to feel right now!"
He leaned over her face, dangling his throbbing hard-on above her lips;
she squealed delightedly and took it in her hand, grasping it gently.
"Throw a couple of fast sucks at it, will you, Shel?" he asked. "It's
almost too damn hard to use, the way it aches. Sucking your juicy twat
really stiffens that thing for me!"
She polished the brightly purple knob with her tongue, then slid the
mammoth tube past her wet lips and sucked at it avidly. Durward groaned
as the vacuum pulled at his rod, but it felt as if the swelling had
reduced somewhat.
Whether it was real or imaginary, the remedy seemed to take care of the
situation. Durward pulled it away from her just as she was ready to
forget being screwed and going after his load in earnest.
"You can lunch later," he told her. "I have a pussy to choke with this
load!"
He climbed into the vee of her legs and she lifted her thighs. He set
the tip of his dick in her gash, slid it into the winking hole of her
cave, and gave it a mighty shove.
"Yes!" she gasped. Her ass was working around on the bed before he had
it all buried in her hole. "Oh, plow my cunt with that thing, Dur!"
She screwed him with a greedy grasping that took his cock into her cunt
up his balls. Then they started thrusting at each other. It was an even
match. Durward wanted to shove his cock into her so deep it would come
out of her mouth, and Shelley was so hot she lusted to be torn up by
brute force, wanting to engulf his huge prick in her and have it explode
its sticky wealth into the smallest cranny of her body.
They fucked with a feverish haste, and it seemed that the longer they
screwed, the harder and meaner grew Durward's erection and the steamier
and more clasping Shelley's twat became.
The sweat spread out between them, making their bodies slide at every
contact. Shelley's juices oiled them both, covering their bellies,
crotches, and thighs. There were gruntings and gasping and moaning as
they struggled together.
Shelley had reached a high level of excitement, but she could not seem
to make the last step that would lead her to the blessed relief of total
orgasm. And Durward was just as desperate to help get her there before
he lost control.
He plunged into her snatch fiendishly, feeling that he must certainly
disembowel her if he plowed into her belly any more forcefully. But she
only whimpered and gasped and begged for more, struggling to reach her
goal.
Then she thought she was on the way. She started a series of grunts that
made moaning sounds at the end; the tone rose, making her utterances
sound like questions.
Sweat poured off Durward's brow and dripped on her tits, and still she
continued her weird wailings. He remembered his ill-advised use of the
rubber-titted clit-tickler, when he had thought she was losing her mind
as he screwed her. But this time she was not ghostly pale; if anything
she seemed highly flushed.
He stroked into her quim with renewed determination; his cock was
starting to feel slightly numb, he had been fucking so long. And as he
was ready to give up the fight, Shelley's eerie grunting moans changed
in pitch, taking on the sound of a siren.
"Mother of God!" she cried. She farted explosively, then became as rigid
as if her body were made of steel. Powerful waves shook her for a
moment, and she whimpered like a punished child. Then she went limp.
Durward thrust his cock into her boiling hole and felt his load pump
forcefully into the already juicy maw of her cunt.
He spent himself to the limit, then pulled out of her so he could check
on her condition. She had seemed to collapse like a rag doll. But as he
looked more closely at her, he saw that she was recovering.
It took her several minutes to reach the point where she could speak.
Durward watched her wet her lips, then croak hoarsely.
"I need ... a drink!"
He rushed to the bar, splashed whisky into a glass of cubes, and added a
little water. When he handed it to her, her hand shook, so he held it
while she took a healthy swallow. Then she lay back and smiled up at him
sheepishly.
"I thought, for a while, you weren't going to make it," he told her.
"I never would have believed," she replied, "that I could reach such a
high pitch and ... stay there so long without ... losing my mind!"
Durward gave her another slug from the glass, and she swallowed it
eagerly.
Hah!" she exhaled with a sound of satisfaction. "Another good drink like
that, and I'll be as good as new again. Now, what was that about your
offer to feed me lunch?" She reached for his tired, limp, tingling
prick. He backed away with a chuckle.
"I believe you told me that we had all night," he reminded her. "I think
I'd like to nap a little about now, or at least get some rest. You can
wake me later if you want that lunch."
"If you sleep too good," she warned him, "you might miss all the fun.
But I'm sure you'll wake up at the last--just as lunch is being served!"
Chapter 7
Tom was sitting on the front porch, waiting for Sandy on the beach for
their morning walk. He studied the sky and decided that it would be
sunny the rest of the day; the brief shower that had passed over in the
early morning had wet things good, but everything appeared to have dried
out.
He heard his mother come onto the porch, and he turned to look at her.
Coral was holding out a raincoat toward him. He felt a momentary
irritation; he thought he had outgrown the
"don't-forget-your-raincoat-and-rubbers" routine. But he relaxed when he
saw that the garment was not his.
"Would you drop this off for Dur?" she said. "And thank Shelley for me.
If she hadn't insisted on his wearing it home this morning, he might
have caught pneumonia. That was cold rain while it lasted."
"Sure thing, Green Eyes," he said, taking the raincoat from her and
giving her a kiss. "You won't forget peanut butter while you're at the
market?"
"No. And don't you forget your snakebite kit if you do any more
exploring today!"
Tom would have mentioned the lack of pockets in his birthday suit, but
he saw Sandy appear on her porch, so he merely grunted an affirmative,
waved, and jumped from his porch railing to the beach. He ran to meet
her, raincoat trailing behind him and long cock swinging and slapping
his thighs as he coursed over the sand.
They met halfway between the two cottages. Tom explained the raincoat,
and they started walking around the south end of the lake to deliver it.
The Cartwrights were swimming near the west dock as they approached the
Ordwell cottage. After the raincoat and menage of thanks were delivered,
Tom rushed to get away; Shelley's pink slit shone wetly through her
blonde bush, and he was about to get a hard-on. He hurried Sandy back
the way they had come.
Jack and Rhoda, back Mom their swim, were hanging their wet suits on
their porch railing to dry. Tom would have passed on after waving, but
Jack motioned for them to stop by, so they detoured.
"Come in for a bit," Rhoda invited. "We need you to help drink lemonade.
I made too much. You can have it plain or spiked."
They followed her inside and accepted lemonade. Both of them took it
straight, as did Rhoda. Jack spiked his with vodka. They sat in the
casual chairs around the living room as they drank.
Sandy kept her legs demurely crossed. She was sport enough to go along
with the idea of turning Harp Lake into a private nudist camp, but she
was still self-conscious about exposing her crotch any more than was
necessary.
In contrast, Rhoda was anything but modest about the casual exposure of
her pussy, shifting position carelessly all the time. Tom, having
acquired the taste during his "peeping" days, found it impossible not to
feast his eyes at every opportunity, and Rhoda was well aware of the
reason for his frequent lip-licking and the seeming discomfort that made
him keep his hands in his lap.
"Sandy," Rhoda said, "Denise tells me you have great taste in
decorating. Would you see if you can think up something to do to the
wall in my bedroom? Show her the clock, Jack. Maybe she can give us some
ideas."
Jack took Sandy into the master bedroom, and Rhoda hoped he could stall
the girl for several minutes. She held out her glass toward Tom and
smiled petulantly.
"Would you pour for me this time?" she asked. Tom had to get to his feet
and use both hands to take their glasses to the bar. As she had
suspected, he had the beginnings of a hard-on. When he came back with
her lemonade, she managed to have her cunt split widely and smiling at
him from her crotch.
His cock jerked slightly as he saw the juicy flesh of her uniquely
flared swat. When she took her lemonade from him, her other hand slid up
his thigh and she patted his ass warmly.
"Thanks, Tom," she said. "There's nothing like having something tall and
wet to suck on." At the word "suck" his prick made another jump; she had
emphasized the one word with a Mae West sultriness that he could not
misunderstand.
"Christ, Rhoda," he protested. "I wish you wouldn't tease me like that.
It's tough enough just looking at you ... with all of us naked as jay
birds."
"Tough?" she asked. "Am I that unattractive?" She shifted her position
again, tits jiggling excitingly, and her cunt seemed to blossom outward
still more. He had an unholy desire to fix his mouth wetly on those
flared cuntlips and suck the cream out of her snatch until she screamed
her surrender.
"Of course not," he replied. "But I'll look pretty foolish, running
around the area with a perpetual boner, just because you women excite me
and I can't help showing it."
"Let me tell you something," she said. "Any woman at Harp Lake that says
she thinks there's anything foolish about a perpetual hard-on, is either
lying or delirious. And if I've made you uncomfortable, I'm more than
willing to soothe away the discomfort."
She held her arms open to him, and Tom felt the beginnings of anger
stirring inside him at what he thought was a belated maternal concern on
Rhoda's part. Then he saw that her legs were opening to him, also, and
he swallowed hard as he saw her hang her knees over the low arms of the
chair. It stretched her twat into a ripe melon of compelling beauty.
His cock was suddenly erect and throbbing, and Rhoda was ready for him
to charge her like a young bull and stuff the rigid prick into her
pulsing cunt. But Tom dropped to his knees and buried his mouth in the
luscious offering, licking into her moist cunt flesh with the impetuous
hunger of youth.
Her scent drove him completely cunt-crazy. The mature woman smell of her
juice was a heady appetizer that made him want to eat her box endlessly.
He nibbled at the thick lips, sucked up the juice that covered her
entire swat, and found her clit stiff and ready for his lips.
He milked the perky little bud with his lips, then twitted it with his
tongue. Rhoda's whimpers rippled into the air above him, and her ass
began a gentle, rhythmic movement on the seat of her chair.
"Tom!" she whispered. "Oh, suck it, lover!"
He seized her clit in his lips again, then sucked it hard. Rhoda gasped,
moaned, and increased the rhythm of her ass movement. Tom gave the
little fleshling a nibble, then several fast sucks that made her cry out
in joy.
She was creaming steadily, and Tom wanted to capture the exciting dew
before it trickled away and became lost. But he stayed with her clit,
nibbling and twitting it, milking it with his lips, and grabbing
frequent sucks that rapidly drove Rhoda to the top of her mountain of
happiness.
"Suck it hard, Tom!" she moaned suddenly. He felt her thigh muscles
tense as he clamped his lips around the base of her clit and vacuumed it
fiercely. She squealed as her body convulsed, and Tom shoved his tongue
into her hole and fucked her rapidly as she moaned her finale.
He gave her no rest, but pressed the head of his cock into her dripping
cunt and felt it slide into her hot snatch. He drove it up her hole and
felt his balls press into the wet flesh of her ass.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me fast ... while I'm still coming!"
"God but it feels good in there!" Tom told her. "Squishly and jumping
around!"
He stroked into her twat with all his might, feeling the heated, wet
gutsiness of her sheath convulsing around his dick as he screwed. He
varied his strokes, just to be sure he could feel with his cock every
nook and cranny of her cunt. He would give swift lime fucks near the
entrance, then plunge in all the way and give her two or three long
strokes.
Rhoda was having a series of minor orgasmic spasms, gasping and moaning
regularly. Then she was seized in the powerful grasp of her absolute
climax. She shrieked and shook beneath Tom as he fucked into her for the
final thrust.
He squirted hotly into her cunt as she convulsed, and the tight milkings
of her sheath drew out his last shots. He stayed in her until she became
relatively calm; then he pulled out and hurried into the bathroom.
As he passed the door of the master bedroom, he noticed that it was
closed. As he pissed loudly into the toilet bowl, then rinsed off his
prick and balls and thighs and toweled them dry with a guest towel, he
wondered if Sandy might not be giving Jack something more than
decorating ideas!
* * *
When Sandy heard Rhoda's request for suggestions, she thought it sounded
a little insincere, if not entirely patronizing. When the brunette asked
her husband to show Sandy the room, instead of conducting the tour
herself, the thing became downright phony.
But Sandy went along with the game for two reasons. She was
instinctively a good sport about most things, even when it bugged her to
do so. But today she had another reason for allowing herself to be made
sport of.
For the first sixteen years of her life, Sandy had lived in a social
environment where both the human body and its attempts at sexual
gratification were kept under wraps. She had been provided with the best
texts and illustrated works on sex, but not until now had she met up
with male anatomy at close range.
And her first taste of real man-and-woman juice-swapping had whetted her
appetite for more and varied experience. She was grateful to Tom for
breaking her in, and she preferred his company to that of the older
group. But with the three other males eyeing her nudity and obviously
desiring her, she had known that it was only a matter of time before one
of the horny swappers made a pitch. And she thought she might just take
the first proposition that appealed to her, if only to satisfy her
curiosity.
As Jack ushered her into the bedroom, Sandy had a premonition that she
was about to receive another initiation. He closed the door, then faced
the wall into which it was installed. Sandy saw a grotesquely
over-ornamented clock, a hand-carved monstrosity she knew belonged to
either the baroque or rococo period. It was the only item on the wall,
and understandably so.
She walked closer to it, which placed her near the head of the huge bed,
and stared for a moment, not really believing that anyone would want
such a thing in their house, especially in a room intended for rest. She
was at a loss for words, so she just sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well?" Jack's voice was questioning, but it had an amused tone.
"Does she want to replace it ... or just hide it?" Sandy finally said in
a burst of honesty.
Jack laughed heartily and she found herself laughing with him. He moved
to the bed and sat beside her, and for a few seconds the bed trembled
with their mirth.
"She'd like to get rid of it," he said. "But it's a wedding present from
a sensitive aunt of hers. She has to use it either here or at home, and
she'd rather die than hang it down there!
"What the hell," Jack said, grinning at her charmingly. "You were honest
with me, Sandy." He took a deep breath, looked her in the eye, and let
his grin grow a bit sheepish. She noticed that his gaze also wandered
from her eye to travel all over her body.
"Rhoda has the hots for Tom, and I think she was desperate for a means
of getting rid of us so she could seduce him. Not to mention the fact
that she knew I was just as hot for you."
Sandy's eyes had been doing some wandering, too. She saw the
confirmation of his confessed desire in the hard pole of his cock as it
rose from his groin. She wondered if it would feel as good as Tom's had
inside her cunt, if it were any different-maybe more expert through
longer experience.
"I see," she replied. "And ... what do we do while we're giving them
their ... chance to have fun?"
"I'd prefer to take advantage of the same kind of opportunity," he
admitted. "How do you feel about it?" He put a warm hand on her thigh,
letting his fingertips rest lightly near her crotch.
Electric thrills charged into her cunt and belly and for a moment she
was too breathless to answer. She wet her lips and swallowed hard.
Jack's fingers crept slowly closer to her fuzzy pussy mound. Her legs
flew together abruptly, trapping his hand there.
"Yes!" she said in a choked voice. "Oh, please yes!"
Her arms encircled him, pulled him to her, and her hard young tits
jabbed him in the chest as her mouth sought his. They kissed greedily,
tongues making eager little fucks and lips tightening to give avid
little sucks, until they were out of breath.
Jack went down on her immediately, his nose poking into the vibrant
mahogany hair of her cunt as he sniffed at her snatch, eager for the
female scent of her warm steam. It rose into his nostrils as he thumbed
her tight gash apart to reveal the darkening pink flesh of her inner
petals.
He licked at the enticing bowl of her cunt, and Sandy began to gasp and
move her ass around on the bed. He nibbled the edges of the outer lips,
licked up into the impertinent slit of her snugly closed entrance, then
twitted her clit rapidly.
"Jack!" she moaned, drawing her thighs back farther to give him all the
room he wanted. "Oh, eat me, Jack! Eat me up!"
He gobbled at her swiftly creaming gash, making her moan and jerk as his
lips and tongue sought out every drop and stole it as fast as it
appeared.
Her saucy little ass left the bed and flew upward, thrusting her cunt at
him frantically as she sought to be consumed by the hot mouth that
feasted at her dribbling swat.
When she came, her little wail was a combination of fright and triumph.
Jack deserted her hot little clit as she began to spasm. He got a good
grip on her butt, shoved his tongue into her hole, and hung on tightly
as he tongue-fucked her through her strongest convulsions.
Then he sucked at her quivering hole, drinking the last of her flowing
cream in a gigantic vacuum that raped her cunt of every drop. Sandy
cried out as her body went rigid, then limp. Jack let her ass slip from
his hands and she lay quietly on the bed.
He moved up to stand by the pillow, laid his hard cock on her lips,
which were trembling as she panted heavily, and placed a hand on her
nearest tit. He squeezed the berry of her nipple and kneaded the fleshy
mound.
Sandy's tongue stole out to wet her lips, d the tip of his cock, and
made several tentative taps at the smooth slickness of his knob. Finally
she licked at it as if she wanted it. He let her set the pace.
She turned her head so she could take it straight, then opened her lips
and sucked the knob inside. Jack groaned as her hot mouth engulfed the
head. She worked at it in bobbing movements that got him hotter by the
second.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped backward as he studied
the trim beauty of her body. Vibrantly alive and completed by her
climax, she was a promising female. Someday she'd be the equal of her
exciting mother!
"I'd love to fuck you, Sandy," he told her. She licked her lips again,
then moved her thighs apart as she spoke.
"And I want to be fucked, Jack," she said.
He knew her snatch was wet enough, but he also knew it would be tight.
He had struggled to get his tongue into her cunt, and he knew he would
have to expand her hole slowly.
He put a pillow under her ass, then slid the tip of his cock into her
furrow; it was creamy again, as if he had never licked it clean. He
probed into the stingy mouth of her cunt, shoved at its resisting lips,
and felt the knob pop into her pussy mouth.
He heard her surprised yelp, so he stopped and looked down at her with a
smile of compassion.
"Tom got your cherry, all right," he conceded. "And you've healed up
some in there. Now it might hurt again for a while. But after a few
days, you'll be surprised how tough and elastic it gets!"
He gave an abrupt lurch, sending his cock teasingly into her cunt for
half its length. She was prepared this time, holding the other pillow
over her mouth. The squeal was muffled almost completely.
Jack drove into her hole again, this time burying his prick to the base.
His balls nestled in the crack of her ass, and he panted as the sweat
rolled off his brow and chest.
"Now, Sandy," he told her. "Do you still want to be fucked?"
"Yes! Oh, God yes, Jack!" Her ass moved under him as if she wanted to
convince him of her readiness. The movement made her tight cunt tug at
his prick, and he groaned as he shifted his position.
He used slow, careful strokes when he started. Then, as her pussy grew
more resilient and yielding, he speeded up and lengthened his travel.
Sandy began to hum and whimper her appreciation of the sensations that
were building up inside her.
"Hard fucks, please, Jack!" she cried. "Fast, hard fucks!"
She felt the unbelievable fullness of his rod as it stroked into her
belly. His cock, which felt so soft around its unexplainable core of
hardness when she had it in her mouth, now felt as if it must have
doubled in size and turned to concrete.
It was hot as it burrowed deep into her tunnel, and her clit was growing
hot again, too. She could feel her cream oozing out around his moving
prick, oiling the curly hairs of his crotch thatch and turning them into
a sticky mat.
Then the thrills were so great she could only think of the joy they
promised as they multiplied and swelled in her. She fucked up at him,
meeting his drives with eagerness, wanting to be rammed to the limit
with his plunging cock, hungry to be filled with the hot flood she knew
he would soon squirt into her horny young cunt.
"Jack!" she cried. "Stay with me! I'm going ... Ohhh! OHHHHH!"
When her muscles started to tense for the climax, Jack let go his
control and bottomed his knob in her shivering sheath. He felt his load
bomb out into her cunt, round after round splashing hotly at her limits.
She shuddered all over as she absorbed the explosions, then seemed to
relax.
He pulled out of her box when she began to breathe more normally. While
she lay there, he went into the bathroom and washed off. As he came out,
he could hear a familiar sound in the living room. Rhoda was sucking
Tom's cock as if she hadn't been fed for days!
Carefully, he sneaked along the hall until he could see the action. Tom
was in the chair Rhoda had occupied earlier, and she was kneeling at his
feet, her hand cupping his balls as she bobbed her head swiftly, and
Jack knew from experience that she was applying a murderous suction
about now, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her eyes gleamed
greedily as she anticipated the feast to come!
"Rhoda!" Tom groaned. "Oh, drink it up, baby!" He writhed in the chair
and Rhoda's throat worked as mighty gushes issued from the vigorous
young cock.
Jack turned to sneak back to the bedroom. Sandy was standing there,
taking in the sight, her hand pressed into her crotch. Jack took her
free hand and led her into the bedroom.
"Would you like me to ... suck you ... like that?" she asked.
"Would Bugs Bunny like to have a carrot?" he countered. "Would they like
to have rain in the desert?"
"Sit down, then," she said.
"How will it be if I lie down?" he offered, doing so as he backed up to
the edge of the bed.
She went after his limber whang with her hand and mouth, and after a few
seconds he knew she had an instinct for cock sucking, or else she had
gotten in some practice. The way she was cupping his balls she could
have copied from watching Rhoda, but the pressure of her lips and her
caution in not using her teeth at all-these were delightful requisites!
And when she had his dick swollen and pulsing in her mouth and throat,
she began to build up suction, although she had not developed that knack
to the art Rhoda had made it. Jack felt his defenses melting away,
nevertheless. Sandy seemed just as eager and starved for jism as Rhoda,
and he was ready to feed her!
His sperm bubbled up in his groin; muscles tensed in his belly, cock,
balls and asshole. He fountained the stuff into her mouth, groaning his
pleasure.
"Suck, baby!" he told her, sensing that she was handling all he shot at
her, but had-not prepared for the finish. "Tight, hard little suckings!
Oh, Jesus!"
She got the vacuum right at the very last moment. Then Jack almost was
sorry he had encouraged her; she damn near drew his cock inside out
before he managed to get away from her.
"Was I good?" she asked, licking her lips to get the one stray drop of
jizz that had oozed out to stick there.
"That you were, Sandy!" he assured her.
"Do we go out there and casually lie about how I came up with ideas
about fixing Rhoda's clock?"
"No," he said, chuckling. "If anyone really asks, the truth is always
best. Tell her that you fixed my clock!"
* * *
He could hear the sounds of their orgy as he walked around the cabin in
search of food. Spying a garbage can, his muzzle drooled. Quickly the
white dog toppled the can, the scraps of food spilling out. Nosing
through the scraps, he licked up chunks of leftover meat and vegetables.
Fully satisfied, he licked his muzzle and listened to the noise of
squeaking beds and the sounds of cocks and cunts merging together.
Now that his hunger had been sated, another urge overcame him-the mating
urge. Uplifting his nose, he sniffed the air. The scent of pussy--hot
wet pussy assailed his senses. He followed the smell to the back of the
cabin, and he stood beneath an open window.
The odor of the man-bitch's cunt was the same as the scent that he had
whiffed at the beach. The familiar hot pangs surged through his cock,
the head emerging from the bristle of fur that surrounded the base of
his dog-prick.
He howled, an angry fearful cry that echoed his sexual frustration; and
the cry was still in the air when the man-bitch came to the window and
peered out.
The dog was gone, heading for the sanctuary of his den before the woman
could see what had caused such a howling cry.
Chapter 8
Shelley walked quietly up behind Andy and stood there undetected as he
swore softly, rebaited his hook, and lowered it into the water. He sat
on the bank at the southwesternmost tip of the lake.
"What on earth are you doing, Andy?" Shelley whispered. She gasped as he
almost slid into the lake, startled by her unexpected nearness.
"I came to fish, but I damn near went swimming," he said in a surly
voice. Then he turned and grinned at her. "Hell, I might as well. Those
damn Oscars that Dur put in here are stealing all my bait. I wanted some
channel cat for dinner."
"I love catfish," she said. "What are you using ... chicken guts?" She
moved up to sit beside him, and their thighs touched warmly as she
wiggled into a comfortable position.
"No, I'm trying calf liver at the moment, just to see what it is they
want."
"Can I hold your pole for you?" she asked. She giggled softly as her
hand slid into his lap and grasped the soft shaft of his cock.
"Christ, yes!" he said. "You can hold that pole any time, Shel baby!" He
groaned pleasurably as she worked the shaft in her hand. "Jack me off
into the water, and maybe those catfish will surface to see what's going
on."
"The Oscars will gobble it up first," she told him. "I've seen Dur toss
in pieces of canned dog food to them; they ate a whole can once in less
than five minutes."
"On second thought," Andy said, laying his pole on the bank, "I'd hate
to waste the load on them. Can you think of a better use for it?"
"I'm sure I can, now that you seem to be tired of fishing!" Shelley lay
back on the grassy bank and looked up at the leaves of the nearest tree,
fluttering high above her in a gentle breeze.
Andy turned and studied the voluptuous curves of her body. He liked the
firm shapeliness of her, enjoyed watching her tits rise and fall with
her breathing, the nipples quivering pinkly at the summits of the pale
mountains.
He fell across her and started sucking a tit greedily. She hummed
happily and wiggled as tiny thrills raced over her. He got serious with
her, working her tit with his lips and tongue. When he did, she squealed
with the intense sensation.
He seized her other tit and gave it the same treatment, then left it to
nuzzle into her crotch. She whimpered and pulled her thighs out of the
way. He thumbed aside the pouting outer lips, widening the pink slit
into a rosy furrow that was covered with creamy moisture.
The blonde hairs around it were glistening like gold in the sunlight
reflected off the lake, and her compelling female steam rose like a
vapor into his eager nostrils. He groaned and cupped the fleshy cunt
mouth with his lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside, past her inner
lips and into her hole.
She moaned, rocking her ass to add movement to his tonguings. He teased
her twat for a while, then gave the entrance a series of sucks that made
her squeal.
When he began playing with her clit, she could not keep her ass still.
It vibrated and churned around so that Andy had to grab her ass with
both hands so he could eat her pussy without interruption.
"You're driving me crazy, Andy!" she gasped. But he knew she wanted it
to continue, and he nibbled her clit more fiercely, adding interim sucks
and milkings that caused it to swell and throb. His cock was throbbing,
too; the taste and textures of her twat had gotten him feverishly
excited.
She yelled as she came, her cunt jerking upward as her legs tensed,
throwing her body into an arched bridge. He fell away as she quivered
and quaked, then watched her ease down to the grass and lie there,
moaning softly and smiling to herself with her eyes closed tightly.
He put a hand on her knee and she rolled over, not wanting to be fucked
for a while--not until her delicious orgasm had completely faded away.
But Andy was too hot to just sit there and wait for her. He had to do
something to take his mind off his eager prick.
Shelley whimpered a little as he rolled her over the rest of the way,
leaving her lying on her belly in the grass. He stuck his tongue into
the crack of her ass and trailed it downward. She squealed as it found
the tight blossom of her asshole, but Andy held her cheeks apart and
began tonguing the snug little brownie.
His chin spread her cheeks as the tip of his tongue stabbed rapidly,
again and again, in hot, wet darts that attacked her resisting muscle.
After a while, she began to moan and whimper steadily, for the thrills
he was causing had caught up to the fading sensations of her climax, and
were keeping them alive, fanning the flames of her passion mercilessly.
"You're killing me, Andy!" she cried. She could feel her hot cream
oozing out of her pussy into the grass, and she tried to end the
ecstatic torture of his tonguing by bucking upward, but it was not easy
to buck from this position as when she lay on her back!
"I give up!" she yelled. "Let me roll over, Andy! Fuck me, please! I
can't take this!"
He released her and she rolled over to face him. Her features were
darkly flushed, a coloring that ran down past her tits and onto her
belly. He knew she was really worked up to a grand state!
When he put the tip of his prick in the slippery petals of her snatch,
it slid upward and touched her clit, making her cry out again. He
retrieved it, centered it at the entrance to her hole, and drove into
her churning cunt with all his might.
"ARGHHH!" Shelley screamed as he filled her hole and rammed the hairy
base of his cock against the tender tip of her clitoris. He began
stroking into her with long, searching fucks that reamed the wet walls
of her sheath with his knob.
The periodic claspings as her cunt muscles continued their spasms
hurried him, and he speeded up his long strokes, burying his knob in her
slushy depths and pulling it almost free of her quivering cunt mouth.
"Andy!" she cried. "Stay inside me ... I'm going to come!"
The news startled Andy. He was sure she had been having a steady series
of climaxes from the moment he entered her. What was she going to do to
top that?
He found out. Her cunt began to convulse around him, squeezing his prick
powerfully every few seconds. And Shelley was emitting gurgling moans as
her body twitched uncontrollably. Andy could not hold out against the
odds. He felt his first jet squirt down her tunnel as he drove into her
hole, desperately seeking the bottom so he could empty his balls with
her sheath clasping his cock snugly.
He pumped the hot cum into her until he was spent, then stayed there,
grunting contentedly, as she thrashed her arms and legs in the air, and
sobbed with a weirdly wild joy as she jerked out her completion.
Andy disengaged himself and stretched out on the grass, letting the
leaf-filtered sunlight pour over him as he breathed deeply to calm
himself. He chased a deerfly away from his sticky cock and heard Shelley
swear and slap at it when it landed on her.
After a while, she opened her eyes and took a series of deep breaths,
enjoying the smells around the woodland lake. Her hard stole out to
caress Andy's sweaty thigh, cooled by the breeze.
"You did work up a sweat, didn't you?" she said. "Well, it may be harder
work than fishing, but it's a lot more fun, isn't it?"
"Damn!" Andy said, sitting upright and staring at his pole. "I forgot I
had a line in the water!" He examined it and swore again. "And I forgot
to set the damn drag. Something's taken all the line out, except for a
few inches!"
He picked up the pole and began to reel the line in. After a few
seconds, he felt resistance. Then he gave a crowing sound as a greater
resistance met his tug of the pole.
He fought it for several minutes. Never had he had such a scrap with a
catfish; it had to be something big, though, the way it fought him. When
he finally landed it, Shelley was standing beside him, and both of them
stared at the mammoth fish as it lay flopping wildly on the grass.
"Son of a bitch!" Andy said, holding the struggling monster as he freed
the hook from its mouth. He held it tightly in his hands for a second
after it was off the hooky was too strong to hold any longer than
that--and before it jumped free to land in the water, both he and
Shelley had seen the red circle at the base of its tall.
"That Oscar was fourteen inches if it was any length at all! Andy said.
"Why couldn't it have been a catfish?"
"Dur says these are supposed to be good eating," Shelley told him. "Why
did you toss it back?"
"Because I had my taster set for catfish," Andy replied. "And when I'm
hungry for catfish, there's only one thing that will taste right to me:
catfish!"
"I think I can understand that, Andy," Shelley said. "In a way, I'm like
that, too. For instance, all the while you were having a battle with
that fish, your ding-dong flopping around as you stomped all over the
bank, I was drooling at the thought of getting your whang in my mouth
and sucking you off. And I just won't be satisfied until I do it!"
She reached for him and he backed away, still feeling the dull emptiness
his ejaculation had left in the pit of his stomach. She moved toward him
again and he stepped backward, almost sliding off the bank into the
lake.
"Now wait a minute, Shel!" he protested. "You know it's not cricket to
rush a guy after a wild fuck like we just had. Give me a few minutes to
recover, huh?"
"Like you gave me?" she reminded him. "I'll bet I came ... oh, at least
five times. I mean five separate orgasms, Andy doll! You almost sent me
to the funny factory, rushing me the way you did. Now it's your turn!"
She tripped him unexpectedly, and he sat down in the grass with a silly
grin on his face. Shelley quickly knelt and grabbed his cock with one
hand, his balls with the other.
"Be good and let me have it!" she warned, giving both captives a gentle
tugging that delivered her message. Andy lay down and took a deep breath
as she began to suck him off.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. And as she worked him into a rigid hard-on, and
his sensitive flesh really began to feel the strain, he repeated himself
steadily.
"Oh, God ... oh, God ... oh, God ...!"
* * *
"Iceman!" Ross yelled as he stood at the back door of the Lafayette
cottage. Denise appeared in the doorway, wide-eyed and beautifully clad
in only an apron. She opened the screen door and stood aside. Ross came
in with the big bag of ice cubes he had accumulated by emptying trays in
his refrigerator.
"Shelley said you were going to make ice cream and would need some extra
cubes. Is this enough?" He set them down in the kitchen by the work
counter. "And where's Andrew? You didn't plan on trapping me into
turning that freezer, did you?"
"No," she laughed. "It has a motor on it for that. Andy's at the lake,
trying to get a catfish, I think."
"Wellll! Every once in a while, in the middle of a long, hot day like
this, we icemen strike it lucky! So the old man's away fishing, huh?
Well, I hope his luck's as good as mine!"
"I have an idea he's doing pretty good," Denise said with a giggle as
she pretended to back away from Ross. He was advancing toward her with a
pronounced leer. "I saw Shelley go into the trees at just about the spot
where Andy's fishing."
"Well, then he might end up doing a little Shel-fishing. He won't be the
first husband to come back from a cat fishing trip with a memory of more
pussy than catfish!"
He had cornered her, right where she intended, at the hall door that was
near the bedroom. He took off her apron and gave a low wolf whistle.
"How can Andy think about any other kind of food, even at the table,
with eating stuff like that around?" He pulled her to him tightly,
feeling her tits stab him warmly, the nipples like firm little berries
that refused to be crushed.
"Wait, Ross!" she cried, pushing him away. "Thanks for the pretty
speech, but before we do anything else, let's put the ice in the
freezer. Okay?" He reluctantly slacked his embrace and let her get her
breath. He picked up the bag of cubes and she showed him the ice-cream
freezer in the corner by the porch door.
After he had packed the unit with ice and rock salt, Denise took over.
When she had the motor switched on, she looked at the clock. Then she
smiled at Ross.
"Now, where were we when I so rudely interrupted us?"
"Over there by the door," he replied. He stepped toward her again, his
semierect cock swinging jauntily. She ducked through the doorway and
into the master bedroom, where he caught her beside the bed.
She laughed melodically, let herself topple to spread out on the opened
sheets, and lay there looking up at him mischievously with her uniquely
violet eyes. Her glossy brown hair lay around her head in a soft halo,
and its matching bush was a curly enticement between the gleaming satin
columns of her thighs.
"Now I've got you!" Ross whispered. He licked his lips as he knelt by
the bed, put his hands on her ankles, and lifted her legs high,
spreading them apart so he could look directly into the wetly shining
flesh of her gash as he made it widen.
Her knees went up as she drew her feet to her, then fell apart to split
her furrow even more widely open to him. He groaned at the quivering
femaleness of her fleshy cunt and nosed into the warmth of her crotch.
The sweet musk of her woman smell made his nostrils dilate hungrily. He
breathed it in, blew his breath on the wet surface to stir it up and
release still more of the delicious scent, and inhaled it again. He
growled deep in his throat, then licked into the gash greedily, running
his tongue over the slick flesh on the inner sides of the hairy lips.
"Yes," Denise whispered. "Now you've got me ... right where I want you!"
She moaned with passion as sensations tingled gloriously through her
cunt and belly. "Eat me, Ross darling! Eat me like you did the last time
... slow and wonderful!"
Vaguely, he recalled their last encounter in detail. He knew it had been
thrilling for him; it always was with Denise. But how had he eaten her,
specifically? Usually he played everything by ear; sex was better on
impulse than by plan or scheme. Well, he would have to feel his way
again; he at least had the clue that it had been a prolonged feast!
He took his time, letting his tongue trail over the surface of her box
quite slowly, rather than tiring its muscles with tense maneuverings.
Denise's gentle whimperings told him the technique was effective, so he
continued it as he covered every nook and convolution of her pulsing
quim.
She was oozing copiously, the sweet, musky scent filling his mind as he
gathered its essence and carried it into his mouth. He grew impatient
for a moment and placed his lips over her swat, then gave a good suck to
gather all he could, letting his lips close inward to carry still more,
like a circular squeegee.
Then he let his tongue wander upward and find the neglected little tip
of her clit. It thrust proudly out to him, firm and erect in its little
cloak. He twitted it and Denise moaned loudly. Her ass moved as its
muscles tensed and relaxed with the thrill.
He twitted it again, then slid his lips over it and moved them in and
out, milking the miniature cock within its soft robe. A quiet little cry
came from Denise, and he felt the quivering of her thighs against his
cheeks.
"Oh Ross! Some little sucks ... please!" she begged. Then he remembered
how he had excited her so much before. He kept his lips around the
captive clit, applied suction, and made the little shaft come outward,
sliding slickly in its cloak. He released it and it popped back into
hiding.
"Yesss! Oh, God, yes!" she whispered, then began to moan constantly as
he repeated the process. It was a sexy bit, even from his end. The
little clit was forced by suction to make short fucks into his lips.
From her end, it must have been divine, the way she was whimpering and
uttering soft squealing sounds.
Ross missed only the joy of gathering her juice, and he kept thinking of
it trickling away just below his mouth. Subconsciously, the thought made
him hurry to get back to his honeypot. He began to milk the little clit
faster, and each suck brought her closer to her finish.
She suddenly cried out as spasms shook her. Ross hung on to her ass,
determined to keep her from bucking his mouth off her cunt as she
convulsed. He slid his lips down to her hole, fucked into it with his
tongue, then began to suck all around her quivering snatch as she
twitched and jerked and uttered moaning sobs of joy.
Her biggest wave of passion slid her cunt out from under his mouth, and
he gave up the game to wait out her completion. As he saw her thighs
close on the wet bundle of her snatch, his cock reminded him that it was
awfully dry in the open air. It ached to screw its hard bulk into that
sloppy nest, to bury itself to the limit in that convulsing sheath with
the hairy mouth!
By the time Denise stopped writhing on the bed, she was on her belly.
Her buttcheeks twitched faintly every so often, and her fingers-clawing
into the sheets during her most frantic moments began to relax.
Ross could wait no longer. He had to get into her. He leaned over her to
grab her, but impulsively detoured to lick into the crease between her
lovely buns. The cheek muscles jerked and Denise moaned. He stabbed his
tongue into her contracted asshole and she squealed.
He laughed and pulled her by the legs to the edge of the bed. When he
had her so that only her upper torso was supported by the edge of the
bed, he propped her legs on the floor and thrust his hard, searching
cock into the gaping, soupy maw of her cunt.
Her hole seemed to reach for him, so easy did he find the insertion. And
as he shoved into her cunt, there was a swallowing by her tunnel that
drew his prick into her hole immediately. He could feel the juices
marinating his cock as he hit bottom.
With a sound that was almost a growl, but also like a laugh of triumph,
he began to screw her. It was effortless. He rode on oiled surfaces all
the way, feeling her every quivering wrinkle as he plowed inward, then
feeling her wet brown curls clinging to his as he pulled back.
He screwed with short little fucks at times, trying to get the feel of a
certain part of her tunnel as it surrounded his knob. Then he would use
long drives to plumb her entire swat. Either way, Denise was voicing her
enjoyment all the time. When he had to speed up for his finish, she
sensed the end, and as she anticipated the joy of receiving his hot
creamy gushes, she began to come again, too.
Her fresh claspings brought him off right away. He burst out a veritable
cannonade of semen shots, and she gasped with the warm joy of the
injection. Both of them felt it fill her tunnel and bubble out around
their sloppy connection.
They came apart quickly and crawled onto the bed to rest. It was only
after they began to feel almost dry that Ross thought to look at the
bedroom clock.
"Shouldn't you be starting to think about that ice cream?" he asked.
Denise raised her head and listened to the sound of the motorized unit.
It did not sound very labored to her; the contents had to get a lot
stiffer yet.
"It's like a cock, Ross," she told him. "It has to get stiff before you
can enjoy the cream."
He groaned, and she turned to look at him questioningly. He wore a
pained expression.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I just imagined how painful it would be to come if my cream were that
cold and stiff when it came out!"
"I'm just as thankful as you are that it comes out hot!" she told him.
"I can enjoy the flavor better that way. Damn! Now I'm getting hungry
for it. Ross ... Ross?" She leaned over his crotch and licked at the
smeared shaft of his prick
"Could you manage to control your appetite for a few minutes?" he asked.
"Like that cream in the freezer, mine can't be hurried. It takes time to
manufacture."
"Can't be hurried, huh?" she said doubtfully. "I'll take that dare!"
She slipped her mouth over the limber cylinder of his cock and began to
work at it slowly, her violet eyes bright with anticipation. Ross
groaned and lay back in surrender.
He could hear the sound of the ice-cream freezer as its motor began to
labor, and knew that the stuff would soon be ready. His own motor felt
as if it were laboring, too. But he thought it would be a long time
before his stuff was ready.
And then Denise began to use her educated mouth more effectively. As the
seconds passed, Ross realized that the condition of his own mechanism
was only one factor. The motor that was bringing him to completion was
Denise, and she was running at full speed!
"Denise, baby!" he cried hoarsely. "Those sweet sucks are doing it!
Ohhh! Take it, doll! Drink it up!"
He gushed for her like a primed pump, shooting his load into her hungry
mouth in ecstatically painful spurts. She emptied his balls, then sat
back and smirked, licking her lips.
Ross groaned at the weakness that assailed his guts. He looked up into
the violet eyes. "I'm shot!" he told her.
"What you need is a dish of ice cream ... for strength," she said. He
let her pull him into the kitchen, then groaned again at her next words.
"Oh, first, you have to turn the freezer by hand a little!"
Chapter 9
Jack Cartwright and Coral McNally were on their way back from their
shopping trip. They had the station wagon filled with supplies, items on
the four lists they had taken with them. The next shopping trip would
fall to another swapped couple.
"I've often wondered, Jack," Coral said as they neared the Harp Lake
area. "Where does Diamond Creek go after it leaves our property?"
"Well, after it flows through the lake, so to speak, it snakes out to
the west--that was it flowing under the little bridge we crossed a few
minutes ago, as a matter of fact."
"I thought it flowed into town--into Fall Creek."
"Diamond Creek and Old City Creek both flow into a common waterway just
above the town, where the falls are. From there it's called Fall Creek."
"So ours ... little Diamond Creek ... why, it must not be very long. It
appears from underground just outside our property!"
"That's right. Would you like to see the prettiest spot it flows
through--excepting our paradise, of course?" Jack turned onto a side
road and picked up speed for a while. Then he took a narrow dirt road
into a grove of willows and cottonwoods.
He pulled off onto a grassy knoll and drove the car behind a weeping
willow which hid it from the road. They got out and walked across the
grass to a secluded little clearing. The creek ran past the edge of it,
splashing softly against its gravel banks.
"This is perfect!" Coral said. "If our own place wasn't so ideal, this
would be great for a picnic."
"So, let's picnic!" Jack said. He quickly divested himself of his shirt
and trunks, glad to be out of the beach suit he had been forced to wear
in town.
Coral slipped off her halter and shorts, then her thongs, as Jack shed
his shoes and socks. They walked through the cool grass, enjoying the
sensuous tickling of the soft blades on their toes.
Coral stopped abruptly and sat in the emerald carpet, her
strawberry-blonde snatch gleaming like a fuzzy jewel in the green
setting. Jack looked down from above her, saw her bright tresses blowing
around her head in the breeze, her jaunty tits thrusting up their
rippled noses at the sunlight, and her warm belly pulsing invitingly
with the movement of her breathing.
He fell to his knees and took her in his arms. Their mouths came
together in common hunger, tongues lancing out to enter the exciting wet
warmth. There were sucks and thrusts and nibbles for several minutes.
Then they gave up kissing as their hands and bodies became busy.
Jack bestowed little kissing sucks on her tits, then nibbled over her
belly, tongued her navel, and slid his face into her gleaming bush. Her
thighs swept aside for him and he breathed her female dampness, smelled
the peculiarly Coral smell of her where the smells were all
woman-devastatingly female.
He kissed the pouting edges of her pussy lips, feeling the silky
softness of her cunt hair on his lips. Her gash fell open as his tongue
probed into it, slithered through it to taste her musky flavors.
"Mmmm!" she hummed happily. "Lick it, Jack!"
He lapped up the moisture, ran his tongue over her cunt until there was
not a spot he had not covered. Then he tapped gently at her pee-hole,
probed into the larger cave of her cunt, slid his tongue up to her clit,
teasing it gently.
"Oohhh! Pull it, daddy!" she moaned. "Grab it with your lips!"
He nibbled the tiny shaft, pulling at its stiff form gently as Coral
whimpered and rolled from side to side in the grass. Her asshole was
stuffed with the cool blades and she wiggled to make them tease her rear
more while Jack ate her twat greedily.
"I'm getting there!" she cried. "Oh, Jack ... I need some of those
little sucks ... get me, daddy!"
He got her. His lips sucked at the quivering, hot little stub, milking
it quickly and making Coral moan steadily until she started to stiffen
and jerk. He got his mouth over her hole and sucked at it just as she
raised her ass upward, tearing a small tuft of grass out by its roots
and dangling it under her until she had shuddered stiffly; then she fell
back on the ground.
She rolled over to lie on her side, her knees drawn up to her tits and
her hands balled together at her mouth. She lay there, gasping and
shivering through her final spasms, as Jack carefully lay down behind
her.
When the tension seemed to have left her, he nestled as close to her as
he could get, coming up from below her ass with his cock, and slipping
its tip into the wet, hairy petals of her cunt. She whimpered and tilted
her ass backward as she felt it, and he got the head into her hole
snugly.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered, excited at the novel approach. "This is going
to be a good fuck!"
He thrust into her, getting his prick all the way up her tunnel in a
single shove. She brought her thighs down, to help make a tighter vise
so his dick could not slip out of her snatch so easily. Then he gave the
connection a trial run.
"It feels as if ... you're fucking me right ... in the ovaries!" she
gasped as he thrust firmly into her as far as he could. It was a good
position for penetrations, he knew; almost as good as one of the
hands-and-knees positions for rear entry.
Her cunt was good and juicy, and she was still hot from the fever of her
orgasm. It was a thrilling package of twat to be screwing under any
conditions, but Coral's cunt was now like a new kind of pussy to Jack.
Its temperature, lubrication and position were ideal, and he had to
fight to maintain control, so excited did the feel of the glorious
sheath make him.
Her ass felt deliciously warm in his hands as he gripped the cheeks
where they curved into her hips, pulling her snugly to him at every
stroke.
She discovered a pelvic movement she could execute without upsetting the
stability of her ass, and she began to add this to the motion of Jack's
lusty fucks. They became a veritable screwing machine, each operation
blending smoothly into the pattern.
Like a well-machined piston, Jack's prick slid into the oily cylinder of
her cunt, and the only noticeable friction was the tickling grapple of
their interlocking hairs.
It was good, and it was smooth, and it lasted a long time. But Coral's
passion had been prewarmed, and finally she felt the voluptuous
sensations build up to a point she could no longer contain.
"Oh, come, Jack!" she cried. "Come in me ... quick!"
Her cry wrested his control from him. He drove into her cunt all the
way, gripped her ass with the desperation of a madman, and spouted his
cum heavily, groaning and kissing the back of her upper arm and shoulder
as he vented his seed.
Coral shrieked as the hot flood spread through her tunnel, and she
shivered powerfully as her finale gripped her body and shook it. They
stayed connected, still enjoying the feel of their genitals meshed
together in the final juices of their mating.
They washed in the cold water of Diamond Creek, then sat on the grass in
the sun and wind until they were dry. Jack got two frosty beers from the
Styrofoam cooler in the car, and they quenched the thirst they had built
up by breathing excitedly through their mouths, drying their lips,
tongues and throats.
"God, but that was good, Jack!" Coral said suddenly.
"Nothing like a cold beer to wet dry tonsils!" he replied.
"The beer hits the spot," she conceded. "But I meant the fuck!"
"Oh. That was so fantastic there aren't any words for it!" he replied.
"I felt so good inside you I wanted to go on screwing forever. Or for as
long as my energy held out."
"Yes ..." Coral's tone was thoughtful. "Which makes me realize that
there seemed to be less physical exhaustion in that position. How about
you?"
"Now that you mention it ... there was a sort of easy, gliding
smoothness that required little effort. I'm a hell of a lot more chipper
right now than I've been after many a lay!"
"I'm glad to hear that," Coral told him. She laid her head in his lap
and took his cock in her hand, fingering it gently as she slid its skin
along the shaft. "Because my mouth's a little jealous of my twat right
now. It wants a load for itself!"
She licked up the length of the hairy-skinned shaft, tapped the tip of
her tongue at the tender opening, then ran it around the taut ridge
several times. The shaft stiffened and Jack gasped at the potency of the
thrills that began to build in his groin.
She slid it into her mouth, letting the tight skin glide over her
tongue. Gurgling groans issued from Jack's throat and Coral began to
milk the swollen flesh with the round, wet cushion of her ripe lips.
"I wouldn't ... have believed it ..." Jack panted, "that I could be
ready again so soon ... after the load I shot into you!"
She was using short sucks, now, at the end of each stroke. And Jack felt
his revived strength pouring into his guts, where it would be needed
very soon!
"God, but you've got a sweet mouth!" he told her. His hands held her
head, feeling the movement as she nodded, her strawberry-blonde tresses
whipping his legs and belly with their silken tendrils to add tiny
electric thrills of their own.
"Let me fuck you, Coral," he begged. And he threw his hips forward,
beginning to take over the action as he grew more and more excited. He
could feel her throat with the tip of his cock, and as she relaxed her
strained efforts to provide the movement, she was able to increase the
suction on his prick.
"Oh, Jesus!" he said, more reverent than profane. He was in awe of her
versatility. "You have a cunt ... like a mouth ... and a mouth like ...
a darling cunt!"
He fucked into her lovely head, feeling with amazement how relaxed her
throat was as he entered it at each stroke. Her green eyes were large,
fixed in their focus on his hairy groin, and he felt a wild joy as he
knew she hungered for his jizz.
"Suck it, Coral! Oh, suck it, baby doll!" he crooned as he fucked into
her mouth for the last few times. "Daddy's hot cream is ... on the ...
WA...Y!"
His last word was a mighty groan that welled up from his tight throat
while his semen welled up from his tubes and flowed into her throat in a
staccato flood. She swallowed rapidly, her eyes now closed like a
contentedly feeding baby.
Jack yelled and fell over backward in the grass ...
* * *
Over their drinks, Rhoda and Durward had discussed her session with Tom.
Actually, once Durward smoothly maneuvered her onto the subject, Rhoda
had done almost all the talking, with only random questionings and
noddings and grunts from Durward to encourage her.
But the end result had been a strong inner excitement for both of them.
Rhoda relived parts of the thrilling episode as she told it, and Durward
vicariously thrilled to the lusty exploits of his son, though only a
little more than he would have to any such story.
"At any rate," he commented, when Rhoda had told all, "I get the
impression that Tom accounted for himself pretty well. I just hope his
youthful vigor didn't spoil you for the enjoyments an old bastard like
me can provide." He grinned winningly at her.
"No, to my surprise," she said thoughtfully, "I found that even though
it was an exciting novelty, I was eager to get back to the more
experienced men. His control was good, but he lacks the ... instinctive
perception of a partner that will develop with enough practice. I guess
the only really plus factor in a young man like that is that he can
shoot his semen harder and more bountifully ... and more often, too,
with a minimum of recovery time."
"But you prefer the techniques and instincts of the older males, if you
have a choice?" he asked, needing the assurance. He was about to service
her, and he wanted to dispel the virile shadow of his son's performance,
especially since Rhoda obviously recalled it with some excitement.
"Definitely," she told him. "Which is why I'm sitting here and creaming
so much I've soaked the slip cover on my bar stool! I'm dying to have
you fuck me, Dur!"
"Jesus! What are we waiting for?" he asked. He slid off his stool and
took her hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's make it!"
They hit the bedsheets like a returned sailor and his bride. Rhoda had
not been kidding about soaking the bar stool. When she spread her legs
widely and drew up her knees, Durward saw the shiny ooze on the insides
of her thighs and the glistening drops that hung in the black hairs near
the lower edge of her cunt. The outer lips were swollen to bitch-heat
thickness, and a darkening was spreading through the pink meat rapidly
as her sex flush progressed.
He stared at the tempting sight, feeling an added lust as he recognized
the truth of her proclaimed passion for him. She was all woman-primitive
in her basic lust and as unabashed as a sow in shoving her soupy cunt at
him to be serviced.
"Fuck it, Dur!" she moaned. "For God's sake ... ram that lovely cock in
my hole and fill me up with it!" Her ass left the sheet as she tossed
him a desperate grind and bump.
He ached to fill her itching swat, but he absolutely had to have a taste
of that creamy ooze that was forming a glass-like pool in the upthrust
cup of her pussy! He gave out a low wail and made a dive into her
crotch. His tongue licked upward and he sucked at the juice as his lips
covered her box.
"Dur!" she cried. "Don't make me wait ... I'm too far along to be sucked
off!"
He came up with the taste of her cunt filling his mouth, her smell fresh
in his nostrils, and a hard-on that threatened to outlast his patience.
He shoved it into the messy center of her twat and heard a distinct
splash as his knob displaced the pool there.
Like a glove full of warm oil accepting its owner's hand, her sheath
encompassed him. He slid his prick up the tunnel and felt it undulate
around him as her excited cunt muscles swallowed at the welcome meat.
"Oh, Dur! Fuck me fast and sloppy!" she yelled. Her maw had already
begun to pound up at him, taking him in great gulps that worked at his
cock with cannibal-like greed. The lubricant soaked his whang like
saliva in the avid mouth of her cunt.
He drove back at her, forcing her ass down onto the bed with merciless
power as his crotch mat battered into hers, mingling their hairs and
splashing her cream all over his groin and belly.
The room echoed a composite of sounds. There was the steady, muffled
pounding of their padded pubic bones, the wet suck of their withdrawals,
and the grunts and gasps they emitted in their mad frenzy to out fuck
each other in what had to be a mutual desperation.
Durward had his hands on her tits, working at the udders and nipples
with every finger and thumb. Her legs gripped him, holding them together
as he fucked into her, leaning over her sweaty body with his sweatier
body, aware of the drops that fell from his hairy chest to splash on her
belly.
"Empty your balls, Dur!" she cried in a panic as her body's reflexes
took control away from her. He felt her start to slide away from him as
her legs-which locked them together-stiffened out in the throes of
orgasm.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him. Then he uncorked the
biggest load he had shot off for years. It gushed into her cunt in angry
blobs of cum that wouldn't quit; he felt drained, and still he was
coming powerfully, forcing the overload out from around his plunging
prick.
He leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed at either side of her.
She was panting so hard her tits heaved as if they would be launched
into space. Her sweat and his had pooled in her navel; and her entire
body, as much as he could see of it, shone as if it were oiled.
Her cunt kept convulsing and he let his cock marinate in their mixed
juices, too exhausted to withdraw. But there was powerful inner
satisfaction as he continued to lean over her, panting just as hard as
she. He had turned her on as few men could, he knew; his self-confidence
had never been greater.
Realizing that he had created a subconscious feeling of competition with
his son, he grinned to himself and pulled his cock out of Rhoda, then
lay down beside her. When he stopped panting, he indulged himself in a
laugh.
"Dur? You're not flipping, are you?" Rhoda asked in a small voice.
"More like unflipping," he told her. "I really had myself buffaloed a
while ago, envying Tom his youthful potency. After this boiling fuck,
I'm convinced that I'm still quite a cocksman!"
"You've got this girl convinced, too!" Rhoda assured him. "You not only
turned me on, but you stayed at the controls until you got the job
done--with whistles and bells!"
"Right now, my whistle's too soft to blow, but if my 'bells' could ever
ring, they ought to sound out loud at any moment; God knows they must be
dry enough to rattle around in there!"
"Don't you believe it!" Rhoda protested. "I'm a little proud of my
sexual prowess, too. And I'm going to show it off by blowing your
whistle and getting another big load out of that bull's bag of yours.
Just as soon as my cunt stops jumping around, that is!"
"The way it was going when I left it, Rhoda, that might be sometime next
week. But don't rush it on my account. My pappy always told me a mare
should be cooled down slowly, and the stud that served her, too."
"I know. I was born on a farm, Dur. With the mare, it's more to make the
fuck 'take' so she'll foal. We're not after the same thing here."
"Yeah, but if you're not careful with the stud, you might lose the use
of him for a while. Can't overwork a good stud, you know!"
"Okay. I'll be a good scout. I'll wait a whole fifteen minutes before I
attack you."
"Thanks a lot!" he said, groaning. "Why didn't I realize long ago what a
considerate doll you are?"
* * *
This time the smell of hot wet pussy and the sounds of fucking had no
effect on the white dog. An hour before his arrival at the cabin, he had
come across a woman sunbathing in the nude down the beach.
The woman had been startled by his growl, and she had stood up
fearfully.
He circled the woman, snarling every time that she looked like she was
ready to run. His prey had tried to talk to him, using soothing words.
But the gentleness in the tone of her voice didn't dissuade or diminish
the urge that the odor of her cunt had sparked.
Tentatively, the woman bent over and slowly reached out for his fur. Her
hands trembled as she slowly stroked the nape of his neck.
"Nice, d-doggie."
The dog growled when she retracted her hand. Quickly she resumed the
smooth affectionate strokes across his manes to his glistening flanks.
The dog turned his head, sniffing between the woman's thighs. The rich
aroma of cunt, not as tangy as the pussies that he had sniffed on the
beach or at the cabin but just as powerful.
"N-no, doggie. N-nice doggie."
As long as her hand was gently stroking his fur, the animal felt safe
and secure as he nuzzled into the woman's crotch and licked the lips of
her dry cunt.
Once the woman tried to break the contact, but the dog growled, his
teeth displayed fiercely; then the hand came back to his neck and ran
down his spine.
He licked borne more, each swipe of his tongue capturing more wetness
from the woman's cunt. Her pussy became moist, and the woman, though
reluctant to take her hand away, opened her legs slightly. The shift in
position allowed the dog's tongue to penetrate into her wet cunt,
tasting the meat deep in her pussy.
The dog seemed to be in no hurry to discontinue his ministrations of her
cuntmouth. The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking
opening to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled
incoherently. The woman opened her mouth wide and gazed upward
unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her cunt and started
scooping wetness from the inside walls.
" Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whispered in an
unbroken stream.
The dog seemed to be licking her internal organs. But the more deeply he
probed, the harder his tongue felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it.
And each time he transferred a tongue-full of the oozing fluid to his
mouth and returned for more, the effect was a weird delicious kind of
fucking for the woman.
Her pussy contracted in slow powerful waves and her body tensed to the
rhythm of his lapping tongue.
When the dog extracted his tongue, the woman pleaded with him. "Don't
stop! Not now, doggie"'
His forepaws rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the only
stimulus she could concentrate on while her orgasm continued.
"Oh, please! Doggie, do it some more!"
She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh and she sprawled on the
sand. A moment later, the dog moved his other paw to the other side of
her waist. He clasped her in a manner that seemed a little like a man
seizing her waist in his hands. She felt something dancing over the soft
membranes that surrounded her cuntmouth and began pleading again.
"Please, doggie! Stick your tongue into my cunt!"
The dancing point of his tongue settled in the ring of her cunt and
began to bore inward.
As her cunt began to stretch to receive the wedging action, she sensed
that the dog was no longer using his tongue. She brought her gaze down
to his head and saw the open mouth and lolling tongue inches above her
breasts. She stared unbelievingly.
There was no mistaking the thickness or hardness of the rigid dog cock
that was sliding rapidly into her cunt. Nor could she override her
body's response to the entering prick. She clutched her ankles and
forced them apart. The heavy dog cock surged in. The pointed cockhead
plowed the length of her hot wet pussy.
She felt a fat, hard bulge pressing at her cuntmouth. "Oh God," she
moaned.
The white dog thrust brutally at her, driving the enormous knob in as if
it were a blunt wedge.
"Ohhh, doggie!"
The sheath of the dog's cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff
bristles stabbing her viciously. The great dog jerked at her with his
forepaws, banging against the base of his cock as his rump pounded his
prick deeper.
The long prick jerked back and forth in her, the strange knob at the
base blasting the inside of her cunt with every stroke. She trembled and
clasped her thighs against the dog's heaving flanks.
Spasmodic contractions tightened her cunt-mouth rhythmically on the base
of his cock and traveled inward. She squeezed with her thighs and let go
of his legs to clutch at his shoulders. Hugging him fiercely, she pulled
her upper body to him and buried her tits into his fur.
The dog continued to fuck without a change or break in his rhythm.
The woman was instantly aware of the difference in the dog's behavior.
His thrusts grew shorter and faster and he stopped the powerful,
involuntary jerks with his body. He tried to force her even further onto
his dog cock, tugging and straining without interruption, until her skin
burned and she expected to find her pussy torn and bleeding. His
haunches vibrated fiercely; his cock buzzed in her cunt.
The dog began to whimper. The woman squeezed him with the full strength
of her legs, her thighs molding themselves to the contours of his hardy
lean sides.
She realized suddenly that the dog was climaxing, spewing his bestial
seed into her cunt with torrid blasts. The knot around the base of his
prick enlarged, chafing against her clit.
The suddenness of her climax startled her as ecstatic waves coursed
through her pussy. She gripped the dog with her taut and wet thighs,
screaming passionately.
Then her scream died down, the dog stopped pumping, and both woman and
man's best friend were thoroughly satisfied.
Chapter 10
Tom sat on the kitchen stool in the Lafayette kitchen, one foot on the
top rung, the other stretched out to the floor. The cool marble top of
the custom-made stool felt good on his ass and balls and made him
confident that he would not get a hard-on while watching Denise flit
around in nothing but her apron.
He had trapped himself when she answered the door, unaware that Sandy
had gone to the Ordwells on an errand, and that Andy had taken the
Lafayette car to the garage to replace a lazy fuel pump.
"I had some time to kill," he had told Denise at the front door. "So I
thought I'd see if Sandy wanted to do anything in particular."
"Come in, Tom," she invited. "Sandy's taking some things to Shelley that
got in my carton at the grocery checkout counter. You can keep me
company while she's gone."
So he sat there, his educated eyes appreciating every little ripple of
her butt, and the way her apron bib jiggled with the bounce of her tits.
He almost got an erection, despite the cold marble, when she stooped to
get a pan on the floor-level shelf of the cupboard. Her asshole winked
at him and her soft brown crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt
pouted its lips at him!
Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the same as
he had in the past; it seemed the proper thing to do, since he had
announced on arrival that he was more or less calling on her daughter.
But now he remembered the current that had seemed to pass between them
when he and Sandy interrupted Denise and his father on the beach. He was
almost certain that her look had been loaded with desire. And as he and
Sandy walked away, he had seemed to feel her gaze on his body.
Denise stepped close to the stool as she searched in an upper cupboard
for something. One leg went out to the floor as a balance while she
reached. The skirt of the apron fell away in front of her, held only by
the string at her waist.
Tom could see the warm, glowing tones of her skin at close range, and
her scent was in his face as she moved between him and the open window.
Impulsively, he reached out and put a hand on her outstretched leg, the
nearest to him.
His fingers curled over onto the curve of her inner thigh, and tendrils
of her damp cunt feathers were invaded by his fingertips. He hedged his
bet with an excuse that sounded as weak and phony as it was.
"Don't fall, Denise!"
She teetered on tiptoe, hummed her appreciation of the familiarity, and
slowly brought her leg down until the foot touched the floor. She
trapped his hand between her thighs, pulling it farther into her crotch
by the movement. She tightened her thigh muscles and squeezed his hand
pulsingly several times.
"Am I wet, Tom?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
He could feel the steamy ooze on his index finger where the edge of his
hand was forced into her slit. The thick outer lips of her cunt were
wetly curved around it.
"Wonderfully!" he said a voice hoarser than hers.
"It got that way because I was thinking about you ... about what we
might be doing to kill some of that extra time you have on your hands.
Do you feel like fun and games?"
"If you'd like, you wouldn't have to ask," he told her. His cock had
fully erected as his hand touched her leg.
She saw the long, rigid cock vibrating, and whimpered excitedly. Tom
stood and they turned like dancing partners, his hand still snug in her
crotch, and walked slowly to the bedroom.
Denise closed the door behind them, walked to the bed, and opened her
thighs to release his hand. It stayed there as if she still held it,
even while she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Take me, Tom," she whispered. "Take me any way you want me!"
He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed gently. She lay back and
drew up her knees. Tom moved his hand from her cunt and replaced it with
his mouth. He sucked at the woman juice, ran his tongue around inside
her fleshy cup, and then gave her clit a quick sample suck that made her
moan loudly.
He went after it in a frenzy, ripping it, tonguing it, and sneaking in
the little sucks often enough to keep her passion on the climb at a
steady rate.
"Tom, lover!" she moaned, moved by her growing excitement and the need
to know whether certain words and phrases would stimulate him. "You eat
my cunt ... so beautifully!"
She heard a poignant moan from her crotch and felt the vibrations in her
swat. The words had excited him. That, or the knowledge of his
effectiveness.
Her ass nibbled at the sheet, but the horizontal movement was all she
allowed herself; she fought the impulse to fuck up at his mouth, lest
she disturb the delicious technique that was carrying her to glory! She
was not yet sure of how agile he was when it came to eating a bucking
pussy.
But the moment came when she had her answer to that question, too. Her
climax struck suddenly, making her body arch and quiver; powerful jerks
shook her pelvis. But Tom anticipated her and got a death grip on her
ass as it rose.
He nailed her hole with his tongue, darting it in and out with the
lightning agility of a snake's tongue. She could feel the suction when
he drew the juices out of her swat. Then his mouth left her as she
moaned and shuddered out her release by herself.
When she was enjoying the calmer facings of her sexual afterglow, she
saw that he stood attentively by the bed, watching her closely, a
pleased expression in his eyes as he smiled at her.
"Lie down, Tom ... please." Denise felt the warm glow from him as he lay
close to her. She got up and squatted over his rigid prick, parted her
gash with her fingers, and eased down onto the taut, glossy knob of his
glans. He groaned as she began to engulf his tool, lowering herself
slowly to make the pleasure last.
"Denise!" His voice was distorted with the effort to maintain his
control. The long wait while he ate her pussy had sensitized him so much
that he could have drawn a map of her every wrinkle and convolution. As
her liquid-loaded hole ensheathed his prick, he had to fight the urge to
let go his load.
"What a sweet sensation!" he murmured. "It's as if your cunt were
kissing my cock all over at the same time!"
She bottomed just in time! As her ass plopped down onto his thighs, she
felt the swollen head of his cock spreading against her innermost
limits.
Denise began a studied rise and fall with her ass, springing with the
muscle tension of her lovely legs, and making her box milk the hard teat
of his cock with a measured rhythm. Sweat began to stand out on Tom's
forehead and chest as he, too, felt the strain of desire heating his
blood.
It got to him, quickly and potently. The flavors in his mouth cried out,
Denise! The woman scent still lingering in his nostrils shouted, Denise!
The excitingly female loveliness in his range of vision spelled out her
name in burning letter. And the sweet, wet warmth surrounding his
pulsing cock whispered through his glands and arteries, Denise! He felt
his gun begin to fire.
"DENISE!" he cried, ashamed that he had not been able to wait for her.
He shot up into her milking tunnel, splashing her twat with his hot cum.
She whimpered as she sensed her loss, and would have climbed off him
when he was through. But he seized her arms.
"Stay on me! Please, Denise!" he begged, anxious to redeem himself in
her eyes. He concentrated on the very things which had been his undoing.
The smell and taste of her; the sight of her; the feel of her wrapped
around his cock, her cunt a living, breathing symbol of her delicious
womanliness!
His prick stiffened as he stared at the quivering mounds of her tits.
Her swollen nipples shivered as he watched, and his cock jerked inside
her, its head swelling against her walls. He began to fuck into her
slowly, and a radiant smile spread over her face.
"Rest, Tom!" she cried excitedly. "Let me do the work. Just keep that
... marvelous prick steady and let me make love to it!"
She resumed her bouncing, now adding a spiral twist frequently as she
grew more confident that he could now outlast her needs. She was almost
sobbing with joy as she rode him recklessly.
"Lovely Denise!" he said in low, penetrating tones. "Wonderful Denise
cunt! Sweet, warm, wet Denise cunt!"
Just as her words had encouraged him earlier, his adoring and lustful
words now triggered her over the edge. She began to shake as she screwed
down onto his impaling cock. Ripples ran over her, weakening her until
she could only sit there, feeling the head of his prick pressing at her
passage end.
"Dear God!" she cried, and shivered as she would die. Tom shot another
load into her, and as the hot splashes geysered against her cunt walls,
she felt the ultimate joys of ecstasy--and passed out cold!
Tom caught her and eased her down onto the bed, slipping out of her
snatch on the way. Cum poured from her hole, but he ignored it and lay
there, watching her with concern.
When her eyes fluttered open, she stared blankly at him for a second.
Then she smiled as if she had seen the gates of heaven. She put an
affectionate hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.
"If I were a witch," she told him, laughing with her mouth but dead
serious with her eyes. "I'd put a spell on you and make you fall in love
with Sandy, just to make sure you'd always be around." She sighed and
shook her head in bewilderment.
"I'm more than a little in love with that bewitching cunt of yours,
Denise!" he told her sincerely. "I'll always be around for you!"
* * *
"Thanks a lot, Sandy," Ross said as he put the sack on the kitchen
counter. "Say, could you stick around for a while? I think there's
something you're supposed to take back with you. How about a drink or
something?"
"Well ... I am sort of dry. I'll try whatever you're drinking."
Ross went to the bar in the living room, set down his half-finished
Scotch and water, and made Sandy one that was slightly weaker. She took
it, sat on a stool, and faced him across the bar. In the mirror on the
opposite wall, Ross saw by the reflection of her back that she kept her
knees primly together, even though the bar was between them.
He thought about what Jack told him, and concluded that she was either
keeping her legs together because her pussy was sore from unaccustomed
use, or because of habit. He had to find out which it was before he
tried to seduce her.
Picking up his drink, he walked from behind the bar to take a chair
across the room. Sandy had to swing around to face him or find a seat
from which she would be less vulnerably exposed.
"Does your drink taste all right?" he asked.
At first, he thought she was going to maneuver herself off the stool
with her back to him and look for another seat. But when she had wiggled
around to extricate her legs from between the bar and the stool, she
repositioned herself to face him.
Her knees were not pressed tightly together, but neither were they or
her thighs widely enough separated to provide him a peek at her snatch.
Her expression was innocent enough, but there was an awareness in her
eyes that convinced him she knew what he was up to.
"I guess so," she replied. "I'm no connoisseur of Scotch ... it is
Scotch, isn't it?"
"Yes, one of the best. But then, it's an acquired taste for those who
really like it. Unlike sex, one's first experience with Scotch can
easily be the last."
"You're speaking as a male," she told him, with a perception he had not
thought her capable of at her age. "With a lot of females--perhaps even
some males--the first taste of sex can have the same effect!"
"What about the second taste?" he inquired, seeing his chance to advise
her subtly that he knew of her session with Jack. She was obviously
startled, but recovered fast while she gained time by sipping at her
drink.
"I thought it was Rhoda who had the binoculars," she said.
"It wasn't necessary to spy," he explained. "We saw you and Tom go into
the Cartwrights' cottage, and we saw you come out. It doesn't take a lot
of thinking to conclude why you were in there so long." He conveniently
omitted the fact that he had confronted Jack with the same evidence and
obtained confirmation.
"I'll have to admit that perhaps the second taste of sex and Scotch can
be similar," she told him. There was mischief in her eyes. "Again ...
I'm speaking mainly from the female point of view."
"Are you saying that if a woman discovers she can enjoy sex with less
discomfort than she had during her defloration, she could learn to like
it?"
"Something like that," Sandy agreed. "Assuming that Scotch has
advantages over other liquors, you first have to get past the medicinal
taste, and if you like the plus factors it offers, you'll try it at
least the second time, to see if the advantages outweigh the
disadvantages."
"Well, Sandy, ignoring the Scotch and concentrating on the sex, have you
any observations to make on the third time?"
"I'm not qualified to discuss the third time ... yet," she said. Ross
caught the hesitation before the qualifying word. He also saw the slight
relaxation of her knees which gave him just the barest glimpse of her
twat hair, but the lips of her cunt were so snug that no pinkness
appeared to split the wealth of mahogany curls.
"I don't set myself up as a credentialed instructor," he said. "But I'd
be deliriously happy to help you qualify, if you happen to be in the
mood."
Sandy saw the twitch of his semierect cock, and the way it jerked in his
lap made tingling sensations ripple over her. She let her knees separate
a little more, then leaned back and rested her elbows on the bar behind
her.
The action pulled her lovely tits outward and upward, and the nipples
quivered enticingly as the mounds jiggled and bounced. Ross felt his
cock stiffen still more and twitch with a stronger pulsation than
before.
"I'm in the mood to be put in the mood," she said coyly.
Ross was at her side in a second. He set his drink on the bar and cupped
the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he put his lips on one of her
nipples. He sucked the springy morsel into his mouth and tongued it. A
shiver ran through her body. He sucked at the tit hungrily and she
whimpered softly.
Moving to the other tit, he worked at the nipple until she was fidgeting
on the stool. Her elbows left the bar as her hands moved to hold his
head, pulling the welcome mouth more tightly against her tit. His hands
kneaded her ass, fingers teasing the crack until she raised up to let
him probe her asshole gently.
"We can do better than this," he said, pulling away and taking her by
the hand. "Come on, honey, let's be comfortable." They went into the
bedroom and crawled onto the sheets. Ross went for her cunt with his
mouth, and she opened her legs wide to let him in.
He thumbed back the snug outer lips and licked into the pink flesh,
tasting her rather bland cream and inhaling deeply in search of her heat
scent. It took him several seconds to detect it, and he realized the
potent flavor of the peat smoke in his straight Scotch had masked her
exciting musk at first.
As he became more enthused over the womanly quality of her cream, he
noticed that the quantity was increasing. The more he gathered her dew,
the more she produced to replace it. And her moans were proof enough of
her eagerness to have him continue lapping her cunt.
He shoved his tongue into her hole, fucked her with it until she began
to wiggle her ass, then went after her clit. She gave out a little cry
as he twitted it with his tongue. He nibbled it and heard her moan as
her head rolled from side to side on the pillow.
With lips snugged over the firm bud, he gave it a few fast sucks, making
it jerk in and out of its cloak. Sandy squealed as her torso shuddered
and rocked in reflex.
Ross licked down into her cunt again, slurping up more of the generous
flow, then fastened his lips on her clit once more and began to suck it
in earnest. She cried out almost immediately, and her muscles all
tensed, including those in the cheeks of her ass, which he gripped
tightly as he thrust his tongue deep into her hole.
Her body writhed and jerked and Ross could suck only a little bit longer
before the tossing motions became too violent to ride out. He let her go
and crawled in to lie beside her while she finished her orgasm.
"Nice!" she whispered when she was calm enough to think more clearly.
"Very nice, Ross! Thank you."
"Thank you, Sandy!" he insisted. "Your cunt is very sweetly exciting to
eat." He sat upright and looked down at her. "Shall we continue?"
"Yes! That's put me in the mood ... beautifully!"
"Let's try it with you on your hands and knees for a start," he
suggested. She got into position and Ross helped her move her legs just
right so he could knee up close to her. He felt the coolness of her wet
mahogany curls as he put the tip of his cock into her crotch.
Then he parted her lips with his fingers and nosed his knob around to
get it centered in the entrance to her cunt. It was snug, but her juices
still flowed heavily, and he rode into her twat for the first few inches
on a generous coating of lubricant.
She whimpered a little as he continued to drive his prick onward, but
her sheath had started to become accustomed to getting fucked, and it
expanded smoothly as his cock filled her more and more, until he felt
the end of her cunt with the tip of his prick.
"Ross!" she said in a frightened voice. "You're in me ... awfully far!"
"This position has certain advantages, Sandy," he told her. "You'll have
to try them all before you know which you like best."
He started fucking her, moving in and out of the snugness of her box
with care, for he was tremendously excited to be in her young pussy, and
the tightness threatened to bring him off unless he took it slowly.
His hand reached under her, found the connection between them, and
located her clitoris. He spread her excess juice over the tiny bud and
began to toy with it as he stroked into her cunt. Sandy whimpered and
gasped as the thrills began to build all over again.
Ross experienced something he had forgotten for a long time. Sandy's
sheath was so tight around his prick that when he withdrew between
strokes, the lips of her cunt seemed to pull outward, their flesh
clasped around his shaft tightly. It added to his sensations by
providing constant friction over a large portion of his cock.
"And your cunt is a delight to fuck, too!" he told her as he fought to
maintain control.
" Fuck me harder, Ross!" she cried. She had discovered that she liked
the feel of his knob pounding the end of her tunnel, and she wanted him
to batter it brutally.
He fucked into her with merciless power, and she grunted at each stroke,
then gasped as he pulled back for the next, her twat clinging to him as
his wet shaft slid rearward.
Ross could feel small claspings now, as her cunt muscles reacted to her
rising passion. And her ripping fingers as he teased her clit and the
edges of her outer lips.
"I know, Ross ... I know!" she cried. "The third time ... is heavenly!
Oh, screw that ... lovely cock into me ... hard!"
He fucked into her with the force of a battering ram, and she moaned and
whimpered constantly as her excitement mounted. Juice was seeping out
all over as flesh slid against flesh wetly, and Ross was pounding the
end of her spine with his pubic pad, feeling the impact at each fuck.
The joyful feel of her hot, wet cunt became too much for him; its
snugness milked away the last of his control and he began to spurt into
her cunt as he rammed home for the last time.
"Oh, that hot cum!" she shrieked, and her body began to shake under him
as she climaxed powerfully. He flooded her while she gurgled and groaned
and bucked. Her cunt squeezed his rod every few seconds after he had
finished. It milked him dry, yet he hated to pull out of her delicious
steamy nest as long as the claspings continued.
Sandy had let her arms relax, and her weight was supported on her head
and knees in tripod fashion. When Ross finally withdrew, she fell on her
side and lay there, oozing onto the sheet and gasping between quiet
moans.
He left her alone for a while and came back with their drinks. She
propped herself on an elbow and took several swallows, then looked at
Ross with pleasure-swollen eyes.
"And there are women who actually accept money for doing this!" Her tone
of disbelief or amazement amused Ross. "Why, it's the greatest thing
there is! Once a girl gets her pussy used to being stretched, it's
nothing but joy!"
"You can't blame the professionals in one field for earning their bread,
unless you blame them all," Ross told her. "There are whores who like
their work, and those who don't--just as there are people in any field
who work only for money, and those who choose a profession they like.
Might as well enjoy what you do for money, if you can swing it!"
"It would be a tempting career for me," Sandy confessed. "I know there's
such a thing as enjoying your work, but this would be a loving delight!"
"The occupation has its disadvantages, Sandy. I'd advise you to do some
pretty thorough research before seriously considering it as a career.
Some other time, I'll give you one of Professor Ordwell's illustrated
lectures. You'll find that, among other minus factors, the variety of
demands your clients make on you can be quite upsetting at times. Not
everyone gets his kicks the same way, you know."
"I don't care," Sandy said recklessly. "Fun is fun. And I think sex is
the most!" She set down her drink and pulled herself over to where he
lay. Her hand seized his cock. "I really enjoy everything about it. Let
me drink your cum, Ross; I'm hungry for it!"
She took his cock in her lips and began to suck and stroke it. He
grunted at the contact, feeling the strain of his tremendous
ejaculation, but her mouth was so gently sweet and warm that her actions
began to soothe him.
In a few seconds, she had him hard and panting with the rising thrills.
Then she stopped for a moment, raised her head, and gave him an elfin
grin.
"Make like I'm a whore," she begged him. "Talk dirty to me. Tell me some
of the things you'd like to do with me." She seized his whang with her
mouth and resumed her activity. He thought for a moment, then went along
with her game.
"I'd love to do a lot of things with you, Sandy baby. I love the smell
and taste of your ... unh! ... delicious pussy. I like to suck up your
cream and fuck your tight little hole with my tongue, and nibble your
clit and steal little sucks at it ... unh! ... and shove my dong into
your hot, juicy box and fuck it until your teeth ... unh! ... rattle."
She was really getting to him now, and he felt his cock was as hard as
steel. Yet it had a sensitivity he could barely stand.
"And I'd like to operate on your back door, too. I'd lick into your ass,
tease your tight little winkie with my tongue, push into your asshole
with it and wiggle it until you squealed. Then ... unh! ... I'd wedge
the tip of my cock in your asshole and drive it into your butt until you
screamed. I'd fuck your ass until I filled your gut with ... unh! ... my
hot cum."
Sandy's body trembled as she went into a little orgasm, but it seemed to
make her suck at his cock even more greedily. She now had one hand in
her crotch, working at her cunt with her fingers.
"Then, maybe I'd shove my prick into your cunt as deep as I could reach,
and piss into you. I'd fill you so full of piss your belly would stretch
... unh! ... and ... unh! ... Sandy! Oh, baby! Nurse on it, baby doll!
Nice hot cum for you, Sandy! Ohhh ... Suck it off!"
He erupted into her mouth in hard spurts. She swallowed it and sucked
for more, meanwhile moaning through her own orgasm. She was so greedy
that he had to tear his cock from her mouth and lie back on the pillow
to recuperate.
"Are we going to do some of the other things, now?" she asked when she
was over her climax.
Ross looked at her as if he were Frankenstein, and she the monster he
had created. He knew that the group would have to come up with an idea
for some means of taming her before she got out of hand.
"No, Sandy," he told her with a weak grin. "It's time for my afternoon
nap!"
Chapter 11
"I hear you're quite a cocksman, Tom," Shelley said. She was leaning
over him, her tits hanging ripely above his face, as she knelt beside
him in the grass.
Tom looked up at the quivering mounds, eyed the jiggling pink berries of
her nipples, then let his gaze wander down over her firm, rounded belly
into the golden tendrils of hair at her crotch. He had set several lines
in the lake, hoping to get a mess of fish for the family, then flaked
out on the bank in the shade of the bushes to catch up on his sleep. He
seemed to need more rest since he had been doing so much screwing!
"Hi, Shel!" he said. A self-conscious grin crept around the corners of
his mouth. "Cocksman? I don't know about that. I guess I have been
making the rounds. But that's nothing newsworthy in this little
community, is it?"
"It might be to a gal who felt neglected," she said. Her full lips
moistly pouting as she pretended to sulk. Tom envisioned the soft donut
of those lips sliding over his cock and felt his tool grow hard at the
thought.
"Christ! You sure have a sexy mouth, Shel!" he told her as he reached up
and pulled her down onto him. The lips opened and she sucked his tongue
into her mouth. He fucked it past her lips and grabbed one of her tits
with his hand, squeezing the nipple in a firm but gentle milking action.
Shelley whimpered and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He sucked at it
as she made it fuck his lips. Then they were tongue fighting and sucking
for several minutes, until they got out of breath.
Tom rolled her onto the grass and began sucking her tits. His hands
worked on the free tit as he sucked and nibbled the other. Shelley
moaned and hugged his head to her, feeling her pussy start to itch.
Her tits were almost sore when he shifted to her crotch, hot to see what
this blonde's snatch was like. She eagerly parted her legs and thrust up
her pelvis, ready to take tongue or cock, but too hot to be without one
or the other for very long.
Tom looked at the golden fleece, saw the pink meat of her slit oozing
juice like a broiling steak. He smelled her cunt, liked the warm,
scented musk she exuded, and breathed deeply of it. He put his lips to
the slit and kissed it as he had kissed her mouth.
His tongue sought entry, found it, fucked into her hole with rapid,
excited strokes, making Shelley wiggle her ass in the grass and hum her
contentment loudly. He sucked up her juice, licked at the perky little
head of her clit, and heard her crooning become even louder.
"Oh, put those sucky lips on my clit, Tom!" she pleaded.
He formed his lips over the bud, inhaled through them, and felt the tiny
glans pop into his lips farther. He released it and felt it snap back
into its hiding place. Shelley's squeal told him she liked it, so he
repeated it over and over.
Her cunt was literally gurgling with juice now, and Tom felt as if his
chin rested in a bowl of soup. The frenzied goosing of her ass muscles
made it slosh snugly into his face as he feasted.
"Nurse it, baby!" she pleaded. "Hard sucks, Tom! I'm ... OHHH!" Her body
went wild as she came powerfully. Tom's head was tossed off her like a
rider from a hose.
He moved to kneel by her face, laid the tip of his rigid cock at her
lips and rocked it there. The soft, moist smoothness of her lips
trembled, parted, and sucked in his knob. Her tongue rolled around the
swollen ridge and Tom groaned.
She sucked as he began to fuck into her mouth, feeling his tip glide
over her tongue and lodge at the back of her throat. Shelley hummed her
satisfaction to have his hard young whang in her mouth, sucking at its
tender virility as though it were a huge drinking straw inserted in the
nectar of the gods. But Tom pulled it away!
He slowly shifted his position, holding Shelley's head up with one hand,
until he was squatting over her, his asshole poised over one of her
tits. He centered on it, then squeezed the nipple into his asshole,
pinching his cheeks together to hold it there.
"Now, Shel!" he said hoarsely. "Suck me off while I milk your tit with
my asshole!" But the distance was too great; there was no way to effect
both operations at the same time. Tom knelt between her legs, picked
them up and hung them over his shoulders. He shoved his cock into the
soupy mess of her cunt and drove it into her hole up to his balls. He
felt the ooze trickle down over them as he bottomed in her.
"Oh God, Tom! What a sweet hunk of cock!" Shelley cried. "Fuck it into
me, lover!"
He started to pump at her, his balls--like the nuts of a young
bull--slapped her ass meatily at each stroke. It was a juicy fuck. Tom's
prick literally pumped the excess out of her tunnel, drop by drop, at
each withdrawal stroke.
He sloshed in and out rapidly, but his fucks were hard and mean, as if
he were confident that the abundant juice would pad and protect
everything no matter how powerfully he drove into her.
"I'm close, Tom!" she moaned. "Oh, so close! I think I ... I ... oh
Jesus! Squirt, Tom, squirt!" She let out a wild cry and farted loudly.
Tom released his control and the convulsing walls of her heated curt
triggered him off.
He spewed vast gushes of his hot sperm into her swat. It was already
overflowing, but her uterus must have sucked up a gob as it poured into
her, for very little squeezed out around his prick before he pulled out
of her.
Shelley simply lay there and gasped, emitting an occasional grunt as her
spasms hit. Tom stood, took a deep breath, then went back up to kneel by
her head. He was determined to have her suck him off. There was an
exciting something about her lips, her hot, wet mouth, that enticed him
in a compelling way.
She was still convulsing when he slid the messy head of his cock into
her gasping lips. She smelled the faint scent of her own cream, and more
potently, the pollenlike odor of his semen. The spasms seemed to quicken
within her as she sucked the wet tip into her mouth.
The familiar semen flavor made her excitement rise higher, and she began
to milk and suck at the semisoft shaft. Quickly, it hardened and
swelled, and she crooned happily as it filled her mouth and throat.
Her suction was good, but her nods were none too enthusiastic. She was
still too weakened from her double climax to milk his prick effectively
with the motion of her bobbing head.
Tom took over, fucking into her mouth as before, making his balls fly
against her chin with wet smacks as he thrust into her throat. Her
thickly ripe lips, so enticing before, now excited Tom even more as he
watched them form the moist rubbery ring that slid and rolled as he
fucked past them.
Like a freshly painted bright-red donut, her lips clung around his shaft
as he moved it. The donut would almost be driven inside out as he
stroked inward, then pulled away from her face as his withdrawal
distorted her cheeks in the suction she had developed.
"Oh, Shel, baby!" he told her. "Your mouth is sweet ... so sweet! Keep
sucking, honey! I'm going to give you a big load! Have to feed my
sweet-lipped Shelley!"
Then his balls tensed and his groin tightened as his asshole contracted
snugly. He felt the flood coming on strong and suddenly.
"Drink, baby, drink!" he yelled. Shelley gulped as the first blob struck
the back of her throat. Then she was swallowing for all she was worth as
the deluge came.
Shelley had sucked off cocks before and after being fucked by them. But
she never had a more plentiful load shot into her mouth before, and
certainly not after. And the power of his delivery was fantastic. She
had thought she could handle anything that came out of a prick, but this
was unexpectedly much!
She choked, and jizz flew out to spatter Tom's balls and groin with
white speckles. His last few jerking spurts, delivered while her mouth
was open, hit her palate. These she caught as she recovered, swallowing
again as she caught her breath.
Spartanlike, she not only sucked him dry and licked his knob and shaft
slick and clean, but used her tongue and lips to gather the drops she
could find on his balls and groin and belly.
When she lay back, licking her lips and staring up at him with a
satisfied grin, Tom again felt a compelling affection for those moistly
full, ripe lips. Even at that moment, he could have stuck his cock back
into her donutlike roundness and fucked off another load. But he thought
the next round should be the lady's choice.
"What would you like now?" he asked her.
Shelley's eyes grew large and round. They seemed to be bluer, brighter
than before.
"You mean ... you're ready to go again?" she asked.
"With a short breather," he said, nodding and smiling.
"Lie down and let Shelley hold you while you breathe," she said. "And
when I feel that marvelous machine getting hard again, I'll tell you
what I'd like!"
Tom eased onto the grass beside her. Shelley turned onto her side so
they could lie belly to belly. She took his cock in her hand and
lovingly placed it in her crotch, sliding it into the soupy mess of her
box. Then she closed her thighs to hold it there.
"We females are inclined to be greedy when we find a man who can deliver
the way you do," she told him, caressing his back with gentle fingers.
"Don't let too many of us take advantage of you. Fuck when you feel like
it, suck and be sucked when it pleases you, but don't burn yourself out
to please us."
She felt his cock begin to stiffen between her thighs, the knob moving
around in her juicy cunt as if looking for the hole.
"But I'd be grateful, Tom," she continued, "if you'd ram that wonderful
whang up my ass. It'd be something to remember ... all three openings
stuffed with the same cock and filled with the same cum ... in a period
of less than an hour!"
* * *
Sandy looked at her mother, then at the two men sitting in the
living-room chairs, then at her father behind the bar. She looked back
at her mother again.
"You say I must be taught something. Will you please tell me what ...
and why?"
"We'll see if you learn the lesson. It may not be necessary to explain
if we're successful." Her father had a strange look on his face; it was
halfway between the sort of expression worn by both Durward McNally and
Jack Cartwright, and the one her mother wore. It seemed to be a mixture
of lust, compassion and unhappiness.
"Well, let's get it over with, then," she said boldly, though she felt
anything but confident, not knowing what lay ahead of her.
Her mother took her hand and led her to the unoccupied chair near the
center of the room, then made her lie over the big arm of the chair; her
pussy pressed into the heavy slip cover, and she hung there, feeling
foolish and slightly humiliated.
She was past the age of paddling, she had thought. What could they have
planned for her? She felt something wet and cool being smeared into the
crack of her ass. Her mother's fingers worked at the tight wrinkles of
her asshole, probing and twisting until one entered her painfully.
The finger turned and twisted inside her bung, then was pulled out with
the same miserable sensations. Another blob of the stuff was rammed past
her stubbornly protesting asshole muscle. Again the finger waggled
about, then withdrew.
She knew when her mother stepped back, and when her father stood there.
Nothing happened for a moment, then her father said something too low
for her to understand. It sounded as if he had said, "Warm it up for me,
Denise."
There were wet, fleshy sounds that Sandy identified as perhaps someone
being sucked off. There was a grunt or two, then she felt pressure at
her asshole again. Oh, shit! she thought. More of the same. They want to
humiliate me for some reason. If I could make my asshole relax, it would
be over with quicker, and with less discomfort.
She strained and felt the muscle respond, opening her asshole. Something
a hell of a lot bigger than a finger had been pressing at her rear door!
It popped past her winkie and rammed painfully up her rectum, almost
splitting her ass in two.
"ARGHHH!" Her scream rang in the room, and she felt two hands grab the
cheeks of her ass. The terrible fullness entered her farther, and she
cried out again. Then once more, and she knew with a sudden certainty
that a cock was buried to the hilt in her ass!
She was shocked to hear her father's voice in her ear, for it could only
mean that he was the owner of the brutalizing cock. She obeyed his
command, knowing that she dared not refuse to cooperate, and soon she
found herself sitting on his lap, still impaled on his prick, as he sat
on an armless chair near the bar.
"Come on, Dur!" he said. Durward approached them, his cock jutting out
hard and stiff as he walked. Andy leaned back in the chair and spread
his legs, one to either side of the seat. Then Durward spread her legs,
pulling them upward, and laid the head of his cock in her cunt, wedging
the tip into her hole and shoving hard.
Before she knew it, Dur's prick was buried in her cunt and Jack was
moving a her stool up beside the overloaded chair. He sat on it, legs
straddling the seat, his ass barely perched on the edge, and his rigid
cock pointing out right at her face.
"Take it!" her father growled. "Start sucking him off!"
She twisted her head a little more and grabbed the meaty knob in her
lips. Jack moaned and fucked into her mouth with short but ardent
strokes. At the same moment, Dur began screwing her cunt.
Groans of misery escaped through her nose and around the wet ring of her
lips. Dur's drives forced her brutally onto the impalement of her
father's cock, emphasizing the terrible fullness she felt in her
asshole, rectum and bowels.
She found herself remembering Ross Ordwell's words ... I'd wedge the tip
of my cock in your asshole and drive it into your butt until you
screamed ... and now they had excited her as he spoke them. Now she was
experiencing the real thing.
Maybe it was like Scotch; maybe there was such a thing as an "asshole
cherry" which one had to lose before rear-door sex could be fun, just as
with her initial deflowering.
She recalled that she had begun to enjoy being fucked even as her torn
maidenhead continued to bleed. Maybe that would happen now, maybe that
was the lesson she was supposed to learn!
And as the exciting texture of Jack's cock slid over her tongue, and the
faint taste of his maleness reached her through a premature drop of his
semen, she began to 'cream heavily. Dur's strong prick was plumbing her
cunt steadily, and suddenly she realized that she was privileged to
enjoy at one and the same time all of the exciting things that Ross had
described to her!
Thrills rocketed through her; she sucked hungrily at Jack's swollen
cock, eager to drain him of the peppery male fluid he was reserving for
her. She could feel a faint discomfort from the fullness in her ass, but
even that began to excite her.
To hell with the whys and the wherefores! She might not ever be this
lucky again; she'd better enjoy it while it lasted!
Dur's cock was sluicing out drippings now; she was creaming so much that
his dong was gliding in and out of her in long, wet fucks that reached
her limits. And she found that she could control her rear discomfort by
bearing down as if trying to shit.
Now she was experiencing the same smooth glidings up her ass that she
felt in her cunt, and it was a deliriously thrilling set of sensations.
She built up a tremendous suction on Jack's cock, greedy to taste his
cum as her passion snowballed rapidly.
"Suck, baby!" Jack cried hoarsely. "Suck hard!" He groaned loudly as his
load erupted. "Oh, Jesus!"
Sandy swallowed his jizz in eager blobs, the male flavor rising
throughout her head, filling her nostrils with the exciting smell. Jack
emptied himself and tried to pull back but she had her hand around in
his cock, sucking to get every last drop. He had to pry her grip loose
to escape.
Then Sandy felt a pulsing, swelling sensation in her asshole. Hot fluid
spurted into her, filling her ass swiftly with tingling warmth. It sent
her over the peak and she felt her body start to quiver and shake as
every muscle began to flex at once.
"Come, Dur!" she begged. "Squirt it now!" She felt his knob grow
briefly, then the heated gush of his release, pumping into her cunt as
she started to spasm.
She felt the most potent part of her climax, but the multiple thrills
were too much for her and she blacked out. When she came to, she was
lying on the sofa. Her mother was sitting beside her, holding her hand.
"I'm afraid you may not have learned the lesson, Sandy," Denise told
her. "You enjoyed the whole thing, didn't you?"
"Not all of it. There was a lot of ... discomfort. In fact, I'm still
sore in the rear."
"You were supposed to learn that sex is not fun when you have no choice
in how it's done or with whom. That's something you'd have to contend
with if you were foolish enough to consider it as a profession. In
swinging, you always have the right to refuse a partner or his choice of
games."
"Ohhh!" Sandy began to understand. "Ross was worried that I might ...
and he told you and ..." She had to laugh for a moment, then she
squeezed Denise's hand. "I was just sounding off to him, trying to feel
wicked or something to add to the kicks. After all, I've read the best
texts there are, and I know that no swinger worth looking at twice would
have to go to a whore for his fun. And I'd be silly to service the
rejects when I can swap into the best there is!"
"Do me a favor," Denise said in a low voice. "Let Andy think it was the
lesson that turned you from a career of prostitution. He hated to
participate with you, but he thought the ordeal would be greater
punishment coming from him. If he thinks it served the purpose, he'll be
able to absolve himself of any guilty feelings. We wouldn't want him to
get any hangups, would we?"
"You can count on me," Sandy promised.
"Come on, then. I'll give you an enema and you can douche yourself and
shower. You'll be as good as new in no time."
"Okay. I'd like to take a walk after that. I'll heal up faster if I
exercise." But Sandy was really anxious to see Ross Ordwell. She wanted
to repay him for telling on-her. If he hadn't, she'd never have known
how exciting it was to be triple-stuffed with cock!
Let's see--should I such him off or--certainly! I'll give him his
choice!
Chapter 12
It was on the hottest, most humid day on record at Harp Lake that
Shelley and Rhoda drove off to explore the cliffs above the western
shore. Their trip was planned originally as a convenient way for the two
women to get off by themselves-both were AC-DC playgirls, and they
enjoyed an occasional private session of their own.
But the jaunt was triply motivated when Rhoda learned facts from two
sources. Jack mentioned the white thing he and Denise had seen in the
"ledge" or hole in the cliff side, and Tom had revealed the secret of
the entrance. So the blonde and the brunette decided to check out the
"white thing" and bed down on blankets in the cool cave, enjoying the
bird's-eye view and whatever sex play they might be in the mood for.
It was after one p.m. when they finally had their blankets down on the
stone floor at the mouth of the cave. A hamper and a Styrofoam cooler
contained snacks, refreshments, and miscellaneous items they thought
might come in handy.
They spent the first hour enjoying the view. Rhoda had her binoculars,
and Shelley had borrowed Tom's for the day. Not only did they learn the
topography for several miles around, they also took color photos of Harp
Lake and its cottages, intending to have their own postal cards made.
At approximately two-fifteen, after cocktails from the shaker in the
iced cooler, they started to play. It was the clap of distant thunder
that triggered the action. It startled Shelley and she grabbed Rhoda,
embracing her tightly.
Their warm, soft bodies pressed together; tits against tits, belly into
belly, thighs interlocking with thighs, and mouths meeting in a hungry
kiss. As they sucked each other's tongues, their nipples frictioned
together. Thrills raced over them and their legs threshed as they tried
to effect closer contact between their swiftly heating cunts.
As they broke their kissing to catch their breaths, Shelley squirmed
around on the blankets, scissoring her legs between Rhoda's and scooting
up until she had her twat pressed against her friend's.
As the blonde and brunette hairs curled together, their slits met, after
a fashion, and they began grinding against each other in an effort to
bring themselves off. But the position was awkward for them, so they
disentangled their legs and slid closer together.
Shelley's mouth found Rhoda's black-haired cunt just as Rhoda's lips
cupped the golden-forested snatch in Shelley's crotch. They began to
lick and nibble and suck, each knowing the precise techniques that were
certain to excite the other.
In seconds, both women were creaming and moaning as they drank the
steamy juices and stirred the flesh to create more and more of it. Their
tits were pressed quiveringly into bellies, the four udders sandwiched
between them like precisely placed pillows that absorbed the bouncing
shock of their struggling bodies.
Their timing was good. Each teased the other up the scale of mounting
passion until release was in sight. Then both took the same route to
finish the trip. Each pair of lips encircled a clit, made hot little
sucks at it, popping it out of its hood and back, and triggering the
final series of sensations that sent desire to the ultimate peak.
Creaming copiously, both of them began to moan and sob with ecstasy,
their mouths parting from the dribbling twat as each had to abandon
everything while the orgasmic waves rolled high and hard.
They lay gasping on the blankets for a few seconds before they realized
that the thunder had moved closer. It was louder now and they could see
the lightning flashes reflecting among the dark clouds that had
accumulated overhead.
"It's going to rain like mad," Rhoda said. "Don't you love to sit inside
and look out at the rain?"
"Yes. It's going to be cozy in here, if it doesn't rain into the mouth
of the cave." Shelley frowned a little as she spoke.
"It shouldn't," Rhoda observed. "The winds from the west or the
southwest, I think. But let's pull the blankets back a ways, just in
case!"
They got up and pulled their heavy pallet of four Indian blankets toward
the rear of the cave. They were crawling back onto them, facing the cave
mouth, when they heard a low, deep growling behind them.
They both froze, although shivers were running up their backs, and their
knees would have knocked if they had not been supporting their weight on
hands and knees.
The growling stopped, and they envisioned some beast leaping through the
air at them. Yet they were afraid to turn and look behind them. It was
the sniffing sound and the soft whines that followed it which gave them
courage to look over their shoulders.
He stood at the bottom of the crude steps that led into the cave from
the boulders above, his lean, powerful body tensed as he continued to
sniff the air toward them. The white coat was obviously thinned by the
summer's heat, but it looked glossy and surprisingly clean. He appeared
to be about twenty-eight inches high at the shoulders, and his general
characteristics seemed to be those of a German Shepherd. But the long
snout proclaimed a hybrid strain, bred from a collie or--they shivered
at the thought--a wolf!
"It's ... it's ... it's the one!" Shelley managed to say in a whisper.
Her blue eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty.
"Yes," Rhoda agreed. "Whatever we do, we mustn't spook him! Remember the
woman he attacked? If we don't try to fight him, he probably won't hurt
us. He can't even tear our clothes ... we aren't wearing any!"
"Yeah!" Shelley's voice had an odd tone. "The worst we can expect is ...
rape!"
The beast was whining almost steadily and he was advancing slowly,
cautiously, toward them. They dared not move at all. Finally his muzzle
was inches from Shelley's upturned ass, and the moist, black patch of
his nose moved very slowly into the crease between her curvaceous buns,
and his tongue lashed out to taste the flavor of her asshole.
She squealed softly as thrills rippled through her, and the beast
growled at her. He whined again and dropped his nose to sniff under her
crotch. His whines became more impatient at the scent of her female
heat.
His long tongue flicked out and lapped her dripping cunt, and he seemed
to go wild. He licked and licked at the cream she oozed, whimpering as
he tasted her. Shelley whimpered, too, but this time the animal did not
scold her with a growl. He was too excited with the bitch-scent that
stirred his pulse.
Rhoda, watching from the sidelines, had let herself slowly down onto the
blankets in a sitting position. From her vantage point, she could see
the long, red rod of the animal's cock jutting out of the fur on his
belly. The end of his prick was a conically tapered curve that seemed to
twitch and change its pointing direction, as if it were a fingertip.
Shelley, desire-maddened by the exciting cunt-licking, had tilted her
hips and pelvis to thrust her cunt back toward the stimulating tongue.
Now, the animal rose up on his hind legs.
"Brace yourself!" Rhoda whispered. "He's going to fuck you!"
Shelley felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the warm,
moist point of the beast's prick struck her between cunt and asshole and
slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her asshole.
She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as the animal
hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy petals of her hairy
cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her hole and slipped inside.
The beast hunched again, and Shelley felt his cock snake into her cunt.
As it plowed into her hole, she was amazed at the fullness she felt. She
had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the whang he was
feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for a big
man.
Now he began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters tensed and humped
into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick through her slick sheath
rapidly. Shelley was growing hotter by the moment, feeling the delicious
fullness, the heat of the meat--several degrees warmer than human
flesh--and the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against
her box.
Above her, she could hear him panting loudly, with occasional whining
overtones. His saliva drooled from the comers of his mouth and dripped
from his tongue, dropping onto her back. The feral smell of his coat was
a constant reminder to Shelley of the bestial nature of her attacker,
and it seemed to heighten her excitement.
"Oh, fuck it, doggie!" she moaned, feeling the heated thrills increase
inside her with every passing second. His prick slid in and out of her
snatch with rapid strokes, making a slushy sound in the strange
acoustics of the cave.
Shelley's ass was moving, helping with the action as she sought to
swallow as much of his meat as she could get inside her cunt. Her steady
whimpering convinced Rhoda that it must be great, and the brunette was
panting with passion as she sat there envying her friend. She was
getting so excited that she had to shove a pair of fingers up her cunt
and thumb her clit as she screwed herself.
"He's coming in me!" Shelley whimpered. "Oh, Rho! His cum's so hot!" She
moaned loudly as she began to climax. Her ass shivered and ripples
appeared under her skin at various points as her muscles tensed. She
shuddered through the orgasm, but the animal kept humping away on her,
driving his hard prick in and out of her convulsing sheath.
"Oh, God!" Shelley whispered. "He came in me, but he's still hard ...
and still fucking!" She moaned, wondering how much she would be able to
take.
The very thought of what Shelley was experiencing had Rhoda so worked up
that she now brought herself off by hand, gasping and grunting through
her minor climax. Then she tried to pull herself together, realizing
that almost anything could happen after the beast had satisfied his
sexual instincts.
She remembered that she had food in the hamper nearby, and began
thinking about what to offer the animal. If he got his nuts off and was
given food, he would not be likely to harm them. And she would have to
get the food from the hamper now--while he was fully occupied with
Shelley; later, he might misunderstand her movement for an act of
aggression.
When she opened the hamper, she thanked her guardian angel for inspiring
her to throw in the barbecued chicken that was in the refrigerator; and
since it was an afterthought, it was on top, in its foil sack!
She managed to get it out without making any racket, holding the foil
bag gently as she set it on the stone floor beside the blankets. Then
she turned back to see what was taking place.
"Rho! He's coming again!" Shelley cried. "It's so hot ... and my cunt's
about to explode! Ohhhhh! Here I ... GOOOO!"
She jerked to the rhythm of another orgasm, but the beast still kept
screwing her with his hard cock. Then, as her spasms weakened, the
canine prick spurted again, jetting hotly into her depths. She cried out
at the added stimulus, feeling her convulsions regain their intensity.
Rhoda watched as the beast slowed his tight fucks, then withdrew from
Shelley's cunt. He dropped to all fours and turned to look at Rhoda,
suddenly suspicious and on guard again, now that he had spent his lust.
"Nice doggie!" she said in a low, pleasant tone. "Are you hungry?" She
moved her hand toward the foil bag, and the beast growled warningly. She
put the hand back down beside her and sat there, wondering what to do,
if anything.
Shelley was lying face-down on the blankets where she had collapsed the
moment the animal dismounted. She was moaning softly and gasping for
breath. Rhoda could not count on her to help for a while.
The animal moved closer to Rhoda, again sniffing the air, and she
received the impression--as if it were a telepathic communication--that
the beast was still thinking about sex. She wondered if she should just
lie back and let him do as he wished, or would she be better able to
defend herself, if necessary, from the same position that Shelley had
been in?
"Shel!" she called out softly. "At least keep an eye on him for me!"
Carefully, Rhoda got into the all-fours position. The animal growled
twice as she moved, but not too loudly. And when she was in place, her
delectable ass uptilted and her pelvis thrust back and up to present him
with a vulnerable target, he whined and wagged his tail as he moved up
to nuzzle the black hairs around her dripping snatch.
She had done the right thing! Of course. To him, she was a sexual
object--a strange kind of bitch--when she was on her hands and knees,
offering him her asshole and pussy to sniff, like any
peaceful-intentioned canine!
He slithered his tongue into the offered gash, lapped loudly at the
juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his tongue.
Rhoda felt tingling electric thrills spreading out through her belly and
cunt.
"Ooohh! Nice doggie!" she moaned. "Lick Rhoda's soupy cunt all you
want!"
And he did lick at her twat for quite a while. She guessed that he was
giving himself time to renew his supply of semen; the way he was
gobbling her gash, he certainly was still interested in fucking!
He lapped her snatch so thoroughly and so long that Rhoda came while he
was still licking her. He felt the shivers of her body, brought his
tongue out of her box with an upward lash, then gave her spasming
asshole a quick licking before he took his muzzle out of her crotch.
Then he mounted her immediately.
"God, Rho!" Shelley gasped, looking at the spectacle from where she lay
on the blankets. "Did you get a look at that juicy red cock?"
"YE-ESSS!" Rhoda's voice jerked and grew louder as the hot, wiggling tip
of the prick searched around in her wet cunt and slid into its rightful
hole. "I could see the tip and ... part of the shaft from ... where I
was." She was gasping as the meat swelled her cunt more and more.
"The knot!" Shelley yelled suddenly, remembering what they had been told
by a friend with a sex dog. "Don't let him get that knot inside you!"
"Oh, shit!" Rhoda moaned. "I think it's too late. There's a hell of a
swelling just inside my cunt!" She whimpered at the tight feeling of
extreme fullness in her hole. "Whatever happens, Shel, don't let him try
to pull out before that swelling goes down. He's liable to tear my cunt
out!"
"Rho, honey, he's like the pet gorilla. You let him do anything he
wants! Just remember, don't you get panicked and try to get free before
he decides he's through! Getting hung up is bad only when one of you
gets panicked."
"How come ... you didn't get the knot ... stuffed in you?" Rhoda gasped
as the big prick worked in and out of her slippery swat.
"I don't know. Maybe he didn't shove it in me far enough to risk a
hang-up. He wasn't sure then about us, and maybe wanted to be ready to
pull out in case he had to fight."
"Shel! Oh my God!" Rhoda cried. He's got ... the tip of it ... curling
up into ... my uterus ... and ... HOT CUM!" she squealed as the fluid
spurted into her womb.
Shelley watched as Rhoda's body weaved around. The blonde held her
breath, realizing that if Rhoda passed out and toppled while the
animal's knot was in her, painful damage could result. But the brunette
recovered her balance, steadied herself on her hands and knees, and
moaned steadily as the beast humped her with his short little fucks that
seemed to stir her every passion.
"Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered. Her ass was wiggling a little as she
sought to work off some of her powerful tensions; they were building up
in her so swiftly that she was about to go crazy with the potency of the
thrilling sensations. "Oh, give me ... some more spurts ... of that
cum!"
"Doggie" moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace, and Rhoda
was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load. It hit the end of her
tunnel like hot lead, and she wailed as the sensation started her on an
orgasmic trip.
The rigid prick continued its tight stroking as her walls convulsed
around it; her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as water while her
body jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she dared not lose the
support of any of them!
The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now, and his
slaverings drooled down onto Rhoda's back steadily as he fucked
desperately to get out his last shots.
"Oh, that hot beast meat!" Rhoda whimpered. "It's scorching my cunt!"
"Scalding, maybe. You're too wet to get scorched," Shelley said,
observing the wet ooze and drippings that came from the brunette's
crotch, where the beast's white-haired foreskin snuggled into the black
hairs of her steamy cunt.
"I can't hold my ... self up much longer!" Rhoda gasped.
And then the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow out of
him. It shot into Rhoda's cunt with seemingly hotter-feeling potency
than before. She cried out as she came again, and her body wobbled
around as if she were a marionette, her torso suspended from a string
while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down from the swinging body.
The beast whined as he backed off from her, his knot slowly diminishing
in size, but still too swollen to pull free of her cunt hole--itself
swollen with the engorged blood of her sex flush.
They separated with a wet plop. As the knot came out of her hole, it
sucked with it a vast excess of fluids, Rhoda's and the beast's. The
stuff trickled down her thighs as her knees gave out and she slid down
to lie with her belly on the blankets.
Shelley watched as the animal sat down on the stone floor and licked his
cock. The unsheathed meat was a bright, fiery red now. She thought it
must certainly be inflamed. But after a while, he got up and sniffed the
air, then went to the foil bag and tore at it with his teeth.
He peeled back one side of the sacks then picked up the chicken in his
jaws and carried it back into a dark corner at the rear of the cave.
Shelley could hear him eating as Rhoda began to stir on the blankets.
The blonde crawled over her to her friend very slowly.
"How do you feel, Rho?" she asked.
"Like a busy whore who never lets the customer come first!" Rhoda raised
up on an elbow and peered around her. "Where's our fair-haired fucking
machine?" Her voice was filled with anxiety.
"Back there in the dark," Shelley assured her, pointing into the rear
corner of the cave. "He's wolfing down your chicken. I don't think he'll
be too eager to run away."
"Why? What makes you sound so sure? I know this is probably his den, but
he is a ... wild ... whatever he is ... dog ... wolf ... wolf-dog. He
could even chase us out of here, now that he's through with us!"
"In the first place, Rho, I'm sure he's not as completely wild as when
he came into the cave and surprised us. And I doubt that he's through
with us ... not for good. Otherwise he wouldn't be eating a few yards
away from us. He could have gotten rid of us before he started to eat
his meal ... or during it!"
"You're right!" Rhoda conceded, shivering as she imagined herself
attacked by those brutally sharp teeth. "And the way it seems to be
raining, he'd have to be pretty stupid to leave a dry, warm cave full of
cold food and hot fucking!"
"I think that's about the way he's figured it out," Shelley agreed. "You
know, if we came here often, bringing food and plenty of wet cunt for
him, he'd gradually become dependent on us ... that's the way to take
him!"
"It'd be a shame to change him ... a wonderfully wild fuckster like
that," Rhoda said.
"Not much chance of changing his fucking habits," Shelly explained. "Who
wants to! But we have almost three months to get him used to trusting
humans. Then it will be easier to take care of him. Have you thought
about what might happen to him after vacation is over and we leave the
area?"
"I see what you mean, Shel. He could get hit by a car on the county
road, even starve this winter ... unless he were tame enough to trust
humans to feed him."
"Exactly. I've been thinking, and came up with a few ideas. Suppose we
move about slowly and quietly, put out all the food he might be
interested in, then leave him a blanket he can make a nest out of. If he
lets us leave safely, we'll come back tomorrow or the next day ... same
time, I suppose ... and bring him more food ..."
"And more fucking!" Rhoda said excitedly. Then she winced at the
tenderness of her cunt muscles, exhausted from their numerous
contractions around the darting dog prick. She still felt swollen where
his knot had been lodged in her. "If we can take it!"
"I don't think we'll find it hard to recruit pussy if we need help,"
ShelIy said, grinning. "If you were told about a wild lover with a
record-length tongue, a big juicy cock that could squirt right into your
womb, and the ability to come three times before pulling out--still with
a hard cock--would you stop to ask his name and age before getting in
line?"
"Come on, Shel," Rhoda said, already feeling revitalized with the
exciting memory of the described experience. "Let's get started."
Slowly, calmly and quietly, they began to prepare for leaving. Their
"host" looked up from his meal several times, but made no move to leave
his chicken carcass.
When they started up the steps with the cooler and hamper--they had
decided to leave all the blankets, since they intended to bed down there
again--the beast whined softly as he watched their legs move in the
dimness of the crude stairwell.
The long tongue lolled wetly in his open mouth as he panted, and his
tail was wagging slowly until they disappeared from view.
The End
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