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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
stories. We can only be ... "TheEditor" and Associates.
Dog-Style Wives
By Mark Williams
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.
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