"I want some more," Ann Appleton said. "I'm not ready for you to leave me yet. I want to do it again!"
She was lying on her left side, facing him, and she pushed her right, or upper, thigh over his naked body to capture him. Six months ago, when they became lovers, Buck Tillman would probably have thought that she was exercising some kind of imaginary employer's prerogative in making such a statement. His instinctive reaction would have been to toss her out of the rumpled bed and stomp out of the bedroom. Now, however, he knew her well enough to understand that she was making a simple statement of fact and that he was perfectly free to state a contrary desire, should that be his inclination.
"Boss Lady," he said, grinning at her with affection, "you can tell me when to get up in the morning, or where to work, or whether to work. But stuff like wanting more, you're talking to ol' Peter Pussyeater. And he ain't in a mood to pay you no attention!"
He emphasized his point by hefting his prick in his hand and brushing the head over her thighs, then up against her warm, moist pussy. The lethal implement was still very large but, thanks to their most recent series of sensual exercises, had lost virtually all its rigidity. Ann groaned with pleasure as he rubbed the big tool against her flesh and she bobbed her hips forward, pressing harder against the semitumescent shaft. She then drew back completely and sat up in bed, moving back to lean against the knotty pine paneling beside the bed.
"Yes, I suppose I am being the greedy one," she said, smiling wistfully as she looked at his naked form. "But I'm inclined to blame Big Pete for that-if he didn't make me feel such wonderful things when he's inside me, then I probably wouldn't want it so much."
"Could be," Buck said, feigning ignorance and frowning thoughtfully. "But he don't always tell me his business, Peter don't, so maybe you ought to talk to him direct. He's generally ready to listen, specially when it's a real handsome woman doing the talking. Go on, see if you can't talk some sense to him!"
"That's a first-rate idea," Ann said. "But perhaps it would be better if you were to move around a little, so I could address him directly."
She drew her knees up so that her feet were flat on the bed, just in front of her trim buttocks, and spread them wider apart. Buck pushed his feet between her ankles and her buttocks, moving closer to bring his prick closer to the apex of her spread thighs. He hooked his knees over the edge of the bed, so that his feet dangled down into the narrow space between the bed and the wall, and lay still; when he had completed the move his balls were about a foot away from Ann's dark slit. He lifted himself up onto an elbow to watch her.
"Now Pete," she began, speaking in a very serious tone and directing her attention to his cock, "I'm speaking to you with one set of lips but what I'm saying is being dictated by another set of lips-the ones down here, between my fingers!"
She reached between her long, slender thighs with both hands to touch the dark, flaring lips of her pussy. Already aroused with the beginnings of lustful excitement, they protruded from the fleshly slit enclosing them. Her fingertips glided over the meaty petals, caressing them lightly, and then spread them even further apart to display the dainty cleft hidden between them.
"Look at that little hole down there between the lips," Ann said, still pretending to address Buck's cock. "Mmmm, it's so tight, so hot and wet! And it's just fallen completely in love with you-with the way you swell up so big and hard, the way you can make the hole stretch out so wide and feel so wonderful! Ooooh, it's all so tender, so sensitive!"
Ann continued to stroke the lips and inner surfaces of her lively pussy. As she did so, the organ flushed a deeper shade of crimson, almost approaching a purple hue, and the rim of her vagina exuded a flow of glistening liquid. She dipped a finger into the mouth of that tender opening and spread the flow about her flesh, annointing herself with a libidinous mixture of her 'own sensual oils and the residue of Buck's earlier ejaculation. Some of his sperm had already leaked from her womb and stained her vulva noticeably, but now she began spreading it about more generously and soon most of the dark, furry triangle at the base of her belly was thickly matted with those lascivious juices.
Buck watched her closely. Ann had long ago determined that he had a marked ability to be excited by her imaginative little games, especially when she was stimulating herself, and she loved exciting him in that way. The game became even more pleasing for her when her partner shared her love of playful stimulation and could participate in it, contributing to the scenarios she developed, and Buck possessed those qualities to a superlative degree. It also helped, that he had such a large, beautifully shaped cock; Ann invariably responded best to especially large men and Buck's sexual equipment compared favorably with any she had ever seen.
He began fondling his prick as he watched her. Circling the big bold head of the tool with a thumb and forefinger, he began working the loose foreskin back and forth over the tool's knobby tip. The stimulus of his masturbatory action and of Ann's utterly lascivious example soon brought new life to the rod and it began to stiffen noticeably. Within a minute or two it had regained all its arrogant masculine glory and now stretched out for a good nine inches, as well as swelling out to nearly two inches thick. It was a perfectly shaped fucking instrument, she thought, and she quivered with pleasure as she contemplated the feel of it slicing deep into her flesh and stretching the walls of her vagina to near the bursting point.
"See? ol' Pete ain't hard to get along with," Buck said, continuing to play with his rigid prick. "You just have to get his attention and talk to him right. He'll come around, generally, as long as you talk his language!"
"I know!" she breathed, her brown eyes alive with interest and passion. "Ohhhh, I know that! And he speaks exactly the same language I love so well-fucking and sucking! My God, I can't believe that I could want anything so much, or that it could make me feel so good inside! Mmmmm, it's so big, so lovely!"
"I tell you for a fact, there ain't many women in this world that could make him sit up and take notice so quick," Buck said. "And specially not after he'd already been mauled so hard! Yessirree, Ann, that snapper of yours, it's just a nine-day's wonder, the things it can do! Pete was telling me just the other day about that sweet, hot little thing of yours, told me it had just about ten times as much life and vigor as any pussy he'd even been inside of before!"
"Well, since he's so fond of it, what do you think about letting them get a little better acquainted?" she asked, smiling tenderly as she watched him continue to work the foreskin back and forth over the head of his prick. "Two people who think that much of each other, they ought not to stay at a shouting distance, right?"
"I was thinking something like that myself," Buck said. "We owe it to them to let them kiss 'n make up, I reckon."
Ann now moved forward, easily mounting him and swinging her loins above his with a supple grace. She held her pussy just above the base of� his belly, allowing him to push the big rod upward and nudge the flaring, naked head against her vulva. He rubbed it against her lustfully inflamed flesh easily and brought new cries of lusty delight from her lips as the contact sent livid� darts of sexual stimulation shooting through her flesh. Her pussy continued to flow freely, emitting more of that sensual mixture of feminine lubricant and thick, creamy sperm, and within a moment or two the head of his prick was glittering wetly. He maneuvered the tool back and forth, taking due care to stimulate every part of the extraordinarily responsive slit; she gasped with special emphasis whenever he brushed the head of his cock against her rigid clitoris. From time to time she moved about to bring some special part of her vulva into closer, more intimate contact with the thick shaft.
"God, that feels so incredibly delicious!" she whispered. "Almost a preview of all the good things lying ahead for us!"
"Ain't that the ever-loving truth!" he exclaimed.
"Here, why don't you get squared around so I can work on you with my tongue? I been thinking all day about getting me a mouthful of hot, wet pussy and it sure looks like you've got one!"
"Ooooh, do I ever have one!" she whispered.
Ann quickly moved about to honor his request.
Buck was one of the few men she had ever known who was willing to engage in oral lovemaking after intercourse; the prospect of tasting his own sperm did not deter him at all from indulging himself in one of his favorite taste-treats and at times she suspected that he found the prospect even more erotically arousing than when her pussy was fresh and clean from a bath. She swung her tall, lithe body about and mounted him again, this time in a reversed position, so that he had only to bend forward to bring her big, fleshy lips into contact with his stiff, wet cock. She took time to adjust herself above him and make her pussy easily accessible to his mouth, then leaned down to enclose the head of his cock with her lips.
"Mmmmmm!" she groaned, her senses reeling at once as the taste of raw, passionate lovemaking filtered through her tastebuds and into her nervous system. Her tongue curled tightly around the head of his cock and dug into the deep groove separating the head from the thick shaft; she gripped him powerfully and used her tongue to stroke the heavy weapon into a state of advanced erotic readiness. Her mouth moved up and down as she worked, and soon nearly all that huge prong had penetrated her lips, so that the head had pushed far down her throat. "Nnnnnggggggg!"
Buck allowed himself only a few moments in which to enjoy the woman's totally uninhibited style of sucking. She had long ago proved to him that she owned several advanced degrees in the art of oral sexual stimulation; no, one he had ever known had quite the combination of technical skill and youthful eagerness which she invariably displayed as she devoured his prick. He soon turned his attention to her pussy, hanging just above his face, and concentrated on returning the favors she was bestowing upon him with such freewheeling abandon.
Ann had devoted the second half of her thirty-four years to as assiduous a pursuit of sexual pleasure as she could, having decided at once that the subject merited her closest attention, once she had attempted intercourse with a high school boyfriend. Her experiments had thrown her into bed with thirty or forty men, perhaps, and most of them had been at least adequately endowed sexually. This strenuous dedication to her primary leisure-time interest had not altered the contours of her vulva, however, and the organ retained its youthful vigor and fineness of shape. The outer lips of the slit formed a little envelope barely more than two inches long. She conscientiously shaved her vulva to keep the outer fold of flesh smooth and hairless, though the dark triangle above grew with luxuriant profusion; she found that the hairless condition heightened her sensitivity and thus allowed her to enjoy sexual contact to a noticeably greater degree. The inner lips were unusually large, especially when she became highly aroused, and now they hung from that fleshly slit like big petals.
Ann moved her knees farther apart and settled into a slightly more comfortable position. The change forced her vulva to open slightly and the inner lips became more visible. Buck reached up, circling her trim buttocks with his powerfully muscled' arms, and gently pressed the outer lips still farther apart. She quivered delicately at his touch and moved back against -his hands, bringing her love mound closer to his lips as she did so.
He lifted his head slightly and extended his tongue to brush the flaring, lust-darkened inner lips with a light, tentative gesture. Even that momentary caress brought a quick and decided response; her tongue gripped his cock far more tightly and she rotated her head to apply still more friction to the big beam of stiffened muscle. She moved her hands into place to cup his balls, heavy and distended with sexual excitement; having the massive eggs in her fingers reminded her all the more vividly of the treat in store for her when he released the charge of sperm they harbored.
Buck's tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy to explore the inner canal. He brushed up and down that liquid-filled trench, moving back and forth from the vaginal opening to her clitoris and paying due attention to the urethral opening.
Every part of her pussy was now fully charged with sensual feeling and she quivered heavily as his tongue worked its way up and down the tense, highly aroused organ. He teased her by working the tip of his tongue into the rim of her cunt, simulating the kind of quick, powerful fucking action she liked just before her climax, and she answered with short, rapid pumps that suggested her own part in' that hard, driving activity. Gradually his tongue speared deeper into her cunt, which throbbed ceaselessly. The taste of ripe, steaming pussy was almost strong enough to mask the distinctive, biting savor of the sperm still dripping from the interior regions. Suddenly he withdrew his tongue and moved it upward to caress her anus: Ann's hips tightened into hard, throbbing knots of muscle when she felt his hot tongue against her asshole~ "Unngghhh!" she grunted, her cry muffled by the bigness of his prick.
She responded to his stimulation of her anus so rapidly that she had to release her mouth's grip and scramble off quickly, lest he provoke her into an overly quick orgasm. Having already determined that she would keep him' up for as long as possible and that she would deny herself a climax- until she could feel that monumental prick boring into the heart of her cunt, she moved away from him to prevent the buildup of passionate feeling in her body. Delaying the inevitable would ensure that the final explosion would be far more enervating for both of them, she knew, and putting him off for a time would also guarantee that, his discharge would be exceptionally thick and vigorous, a quality she greatly esteemed in a man.
"My God, when I'm all hot and horny inside my asshole becomes so tender!" she whispered. "I can't believe how good that feels, having you rim me like that!"
"There's more of it whenever you want it," he told her. "But you know that already, don't you? Sure you do!"
"I know it," she said. "I know it so well!"
"Do you want to take it in the ass tonight?" he asked. "You know how I'd love to put it in you like that, slow and easy, just stretching you out good and working it in a little bit at a time till it's almost all the way in and then-"
"Stop!" she cried out, visibly shaken at hearing his words. "My God, you know how I love doing it like that! But not tonight; Buck, I just couldn't stand it; not with having to get up early in the morning and make that drive in to Santa Fe!"
"Yeah, that's right," he mused. "Tomorrow you drive down and pick up the-what's the name?-them fancy dudes from back East."
"Roger and Robin Tinsdale," she said.
"Yeah, whatever," he muttered. "A couple of limp-wristed Eastern fruits, I guess."
"Don't be too sure of that," she warned. "I could name you a few rich Easterners who are as tough as nails."
"Maybe so, but could they fuck?"
"Just perfect stallions, some of them," she replied.
"And the women, sometimes, they might have such cultivated accents and fine clothes but often as not they know how to enjoy a good, hard piece of cock as well as anyone! Plus the fact that they would probably have a lot fewer inhibitions than those floozies tending bar in Santa Fe that you seem to like so well!"
"I hope to hell they ain't so uptight about having fun in bed," he muttered. "My God, I was out with this real little honey the last time I was in town, just as cute a little piece as you could ever want to see-really hard little tits, a neat little ass, just as sexy as could be, to look at her. Straight fucking, she took to that right nice, once we got in the back of the pickup and I'd touched her up a little, except that she acted a little skittish when I told her that maybe she might like it a little better if she got on top of me for the second go-around. But later on, when I told her how much I wanted to go down on her, and have her give me a blowjob, my God! You'd have thought I was after her to suck off the Archbishop hisself on a Sunday morning at high noon! Real shame, that was, she really had a tight little cunt on her that one did."
"All that talent and absolutely no idea how to use it," Ann remarked. "What a waste, eh? Well, take heart, Buck, because you never can tell-this Robin Tinsdale just might be the prototype of the frustrated, lonely, man-hungry wife! Yes, with enough initiative to make a bout with her really interesting!"
"Maybe we'll just have to see if that particular Robin like to get the worm," he said, adding a lewd chuckle at his witticism. "Shit, she'll probably be sixty years old and cold as a pile of penguin shit!"
"I spoke with her on the phone a month ago," Ann noted, "and she certainly didn't sound that old at all. Cold? Who can tell anything by listening to a voice over the telephone? But anything is possible, remember."
She had moved off him but had taken his prick into her hand so that she could grip it firmly and move her hand up and down the broad, hot shaft. From time to time she massaged the underside of the tool's big head with her thumb, digging into the most sensitive areas and stimulating them with extra power; and she managed to keep him satisfyingly hard and large. Ann had long ago devoted a considerable period of time to perfecting her skill at giving hand-jobs, since she loved feeling a massive length of prick swell and pulse against her fingers as it erupted into orgiastic life, and she knew how to play on the tender surfaces to make his balls retain their heady charge of hot sperm.
"I'll remember," Buck promised. "I found that out' a long time ago-you can't ever tell much about a woman just by looking at her. It's always nice, though, when a really handsome woman turns out to be a dynamite screw-somebody about like you, is what I mean."
"Thanks for that," she told him. "Here, it's about time for some more play, don't you think?"
"Whatever you say," he agreed. "Whenever you're ready to let go, just say the work and I'll give you all I can!"
She now mounted him once more, this time seating herself above him with her face toward his feet. Kneeling down on one knee, she grasped his cock in her hand and aimed it up at the heated slit between her thighs. Her skilled, knowing fingers peeled back the foreskin as she brought the weapon to the mark and seated it in the moist, hot slit; the contact brought another low, quavering gasp of pure pleasure from deep down in her throat. Ann now slid her hips forward slightly, enough to force the tightly stretched mouth of her cunt to glide over the arrowlike head of his prick. The big tool slipped inside without much difficulty, though it seemed to her that a big axe had been planted in her flesh; she could feel her muscles being dilated and stretched almost to the bursting point as that massive prick slid into place. The position she had assumed tended to make the entrance even more difficult, by placing additional tension upon the narrow, incredibly sensitive channel, but she managed to get his cock planted inside without great fuss. Part of her weight rested on her right knee, close beside his hip; the rest bore down on her left foot; the half-kneeling, half-squatting pose enabled her to maneuver her hips about with greater freedom and thus to enhance the sensations afforded her by having his prick inside her. She began moving about, slowly at first and then with greater freedom, as her pussy became better adjusted to the thick shaft presence.
"Jesus!" Buck muttered. "You know, I don't think I ever knew a woman who could wiggle her ass around any better'n you can! Work on it, Ann, work the shit out of it!"
"Ahhhh, that's so good!" she panted. "There, you like that? How's that for a grind? Does that make you want to let go with everything?"
Ann coupled her mobility with some excruciatingly effective vaginal contractions, employing her highly trained muscles in ways that attacked his cock with an almost-lethal combination of stimuli, and continued to writhe about. Gradually his prick pierced deeper into her flesh and filled her even further with its burly, heated masculine presence. She twisted and turned to make the big, deeply planted tool rub against every part of her vaginal canal and in doing so, brought them both much closer- to completion. Buck adapted his slow thrusts to her rhythm and succeeded in making her pussy throb with considerably greater vehemence.
Although Ann had meant only to tease him and to subject him to another long period of erotic enticement, she quickly discovered that she had misjudged the extent of her own sexual desire. As his cock speared deeper into her body and released additional vibrations of fleshly incitement, she felt herself being twisted into a hard knot of tense muscle and knew that she would have to conclude the act almost at once. Her determination evaporated under the searing heat of his stimulation and her hips began working about much more purposefully.
"My God, you're making me want to let go with everything!" she gasped. Her vaginal contractions became much stronger as her pussy warmed to the task and he began fucking into her with greater intensity. "Ohhhhh, do it to me, Buck, do it to me harder! Let me feel it going all the way up my-unnngghhhhhh! -all the way, damn you, all the way up inside and I'll-aggghhhhhh! OwWwwwww! Ooooooohhh!"
He had sensed the shift in her intentions and. moved swiftly to capitalize on it. He reached out with both hands to grip her buttocks and he began digging his long, work-calloused fingers into the smooth, trembling mounds of hard flesh. Ann's ass had a very high degree of sensitivity and his brutally strong caresses ignited new fires of lustful hunger within her body. She provided the final measure of excitement, reaching down with her right hand to stroke her iron-stiff clitoral shaft and give herself enough pleasure to bring the excitement to a peak.
"Omigod, I'm there!" she cried, lurching about desperately as she tried to intensify the pangs of orgasmic release which were already beginning to ripple through her body. "Do it, do it! Let me feel it creaming, let me feel it shooting up inside!"
Buck gave one last skewering thrust that sent the head of his prick slithering up snugly against her cervix, then shuddered heavily. His prick throbbed violently and then erupted into flowing, steaming life, shooting a rocketlike burst of hot sperm into the mouth of her womb. Additional gouts of the thick, passionately heated cream followed and she tossed about weakly until she could no longer stand the fierce, agonizing torment; then she pitched off him and curled up at his side, whimpering weakly as the final waves of sexual delirium passed through her loins.
Buck immediately moved into place behind her and fitted his belly to her rump, with the shaft of his prick angling up to poke between her thighs. Still coated with her pussy's ripe, musk-scented lubricant, the big tool easily slipped between them and came to rest with the thick shaft resting easily against her vulva. Ann sighed wearily and clamped her legs together more firmly to hold it in place. He wrapped his long, powerful arms around her and nuzzled her neck, rubbing his bearded face against her naked skin.
"Mmmmm, if that Eastern bitch has any idea what's good for her," Ann said, "she'll forget all about spending two weeks, up in the mountains and shooting nature photographs! She'll want to spend it a in bed with you!"
"Or maybe with you," he suggested. "Hey, wouldn't that be a bitch, if it turned out she was gay? Between her 'n me, we'd flat fuck you into a mess, we would!"
"Sure, and that husband of hers, he'll probably be gay," Ann added, chuckling. "The sort who gets off on rough, horny-handed cowboys with big, bushy red beards and super-big cocks! I can see it now: he'll be following you around like a little puppy, just begging for another helping of that prick of yours!"
Chapter Two
No one would have enjoyed the inapposite nature of Ann's jest more than herself and she would immediately have seen just how far off the mark she was, had she been able at that moment to look inside the drawing room compartment of an Amtrak passenger liner speeding west from Kansas City. Had she been able to do so, she would have witnessed a scene that would at once have scotched her fantasy about Roger Tinsdale being a homosexual.
At almost that very moment he was poised above Robin Tinsdale, whose curvaceous thighs were spread wide to grip him about the flanks, and his bulky, rigid prick was thrusting into the outrageously aroused lips of her volcanically heated pussy. She rotated her hips about his cock's axis, grinding lasciviously, and panted in a husky, throaty way which indicated the wholehearted approval she felt at having his cock placed inside her cunt. They were very much alike in appearance, both slight and shorter than the average in height. On more than one occasion they had been taken for a pair of brothers, since Robin sometimes affected a mannish style of dress that gave her a distinctly masculine appearance. She liked wearing men's clothes, or sometimes women's clothing tailored in a masculine style, and the act almost always gave her a special kind of thrill.
"Ohhhh, fuck!" she panted, trembling noticeably as she took more and more of that exciting prick into her loins. "Fuck it up me like that! My God, you're so big and hard, so hot with it! Ugghhhhhhh! Feeling you fuck like that, it makes me want to come all over! I love it when you fuck it up me like that!"
Roger grinned, drawing his lips back in a wolf-like fashion that accentuated his dark, striking appearance. He tightened his buttocks once more arid thrust into her with a slow, twisting drive that soon had their loins fused together tightly; Robin shuddered violently when she felt the base of his prick flatten the lips of her pussy and mash them against her pelvis. She drew her knees higher along his body and opened herself even more completely to his brutal thrust.
"Fuck back at me!" he muttered. "Work harder, you bitch, work against me and let me feel that cunt grinding around my cock! Oooooh, I want to feel you fucking me!"
Robin fully complied with his lewd request, knowing that he was deliberately employing foul language to incite her to the limit. He pulled back, slowly extracting his long, thick cock from the liquid grasp of her cunt, and did not stop until the head of the massive tool was pressing against the rim of that tight, muscular channel. He feigned an inward thrust and laughed aloud when she sucked in a quick breath, anticipating the deep penetration. Instead of driving into her, he withdrew his prick completely, so that the big rod escaped her cunt's grasp, and then lowered his hips just enough to make the head of his prick glide up the moist, slippery furrow between the flagrantly aroused inner lips when he pressed against her once more.
"Ohhh, damn you!" she cried. Her voice adequately reflected the frustration she felt at that moment, when she desperately wanted to feel him thrusting deep once more. "You bastard! You want to play some more!"
"What's wrong with that?" he asked, not at all affected by her rage. "We'll both like it all the more when we finally let go, you know that! Come on, Robin, let's not be such a fanatic about it. There's plenty of time, after all!"
"I know, I know," she said, almost sobbing with frustration. "It's just that you're such a bastard about getting me close and then ... then you pull away! Ohhh, Roger, there's nobody in the world, nobody at all, who can fuck me the way you do! Omigod, you make me want it so!"
"That's because we're so well suited to each other," he told her. "And you know something else, too-you know damned well that you're the best for me, the very best!"
"Ahhh, even better than that Hungarian gymnast you were entertaining last week?" she asked, clearly settling down now from her moment of anger at his waywardness. He was rubbing back and forth against her and making his well-oiled prick glide back and. forth against 'her vulva in a way that she found extremely arousing, especially when she lowered her hips enough to rub her massively engorged clitoris against the underside of his cock. "That little teenaged whore! Oh, how I envied her, being able to assume all those bizarre positions with you!"
"You've got it right," he said, looking down at her with obvious affection. "She was nothing but a whore, even if she could twist her body into such amazing shapes! Anyone could have had her, as long as he was willing to give her a line of credit in the best boutiques. Do you know something? All the time that I was fucking her, I was telling myself that she couldn't begin to compare with you! Honestly!"
"Ahhh, dear Roger, that's sweet!" she said, smiling up at him. "Were you really thinking that? Are you telling me the truth?"
"I am indeed telling you the truth," he vowed.
"You know yourself that you can always tell when a person is really interested in fucking; you've told me so often enough! Remember last summer, when we were at Cancun and you were screwing that dreadful beach boy, that shameless little hustler from ... where was it? Chile? Peru?"
"Argentina, I think," she corrected him. "You're right, I can't deny that. But my God, he was so pretty! And with that perfectly enormous cock! Oooh, it must have been almost twelve inches long! I couldn't believe that a human being could be hung so well!"
"And yet you were complaining about him on the flight back home," Roger pointed out. "I remember that very well, my dear; you were very abusive!"
"Sure, why not?" she said. "Apart from size, he didn't have a thing going for him, not a thing! Do you know, sometimes I still have trouble believing that a man hung so well could be such a total washout in bed! Incredible! I mean, it was almost like he expected me to come all over myself, just because he was stuffing me with that monster of his! It just took me several days to realize that he was a total nothing, in spite of all that big, lovely cock!"
"I suppose there's some truth in the old saying," Roger observed. "You know, the old line about 'it's not how much you've got, it's all in how you use it!' "
"I never realized just how much truth there was to that saying," Robin said. "Not until I'd been in bed with ... my God, what was his name? I've already forgotten!"
Roger reached down to push her knees from around his torso. She complied, stretching her legs out along his, and he moved further up her body until his balls were positioned above her navel. He leaned forward and reached down to press the rigid pillar of iron-hard cock-muscle down against one of her breasts. Robin's breasts, small at best, were mostly nipple, especially when she was highly aroused, and now the crimson, rubbery tips of passionately swollen tissue were so enlarged that they covered nearly all the firm, conical mounds. She squirmed about, enthusiastically cooperating with him, and watched as he rubbed his cunty prick over her nipples. The moist tool left a telltale trail of wetness over her right nipple; she clearly found the act to be visibly and physically appealing.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good!" she purred. "I love it when you rub my pussy over my nipples like that! Ahhhh, it makes me want to fuck, to suck, to do everything! I love watching you do that! Ooooh, I wish my boobs were big enough so I could suck them, I'd love to lick my own pussy off them!"
"Here, you can wet my nipples and lick it off them," he said, quickly moving off her and curling up at her side. The compartment's pull-down bed was barely wide enough to accommodate both of them, though they were scarcely aware of being cramped at that moment. "Rub some of that sweet love-oil on them and then lick it off!"
Robin quickly moved about to readjust herself according to his suggestion. She reached between her thighs with her right hand and worked two fingers along the moist, juicy slit she found there. Her fingers were almost visibly dripping with her pussy's ripe oils when she brought her hand back into view and moved it upward to his little, lust-darkened nipples. She carefully spread her pussy's lascivious fluids over one of the little, wartlike projections and then reached back between her thighs to collect another serving of the lustful juices. After she had coated both his nipples� with her cunt's hot juices, she then bent down and applied her lips to them, doing so with enough alacrity to show that she had a deep, affectionate appreciation of' the act. The taste of her pussy inflamed her senses with new charges of sexual electricity. Roger, lying beneath her, had thrust his right thigh between her legs and elevated his knee to press his thigh against her pussy; she began weaving her hips about and fucked herself against his uplifted leg with increasing vigor.
"Eat it!" he murmured, enjoying her lascivious attentions and seeking additional stimulation from every source. "Lick your pussy off my nipple, you know you love going down on yourself! Taste it, Robin, it's almost like you were going down on your own pussy! Oooooh, your tongue's driving me crazy, you're making me want it all over!"
Suddenly she shifted her tactics and adopted a radically different personality. Robin had long ago learned that there were obscure but very vital forces within her psyche, forces that compelled her to seek different ways of satisfying the primitive urges that sometimes took such total possession of her mind and body. Completely at ease with Roger-this was one of the reasons she loved him so dearly; even her wildest, most bizarre urges never provoked a scandalized or negative reaction from him-she hastened to satisfy the longing which had suddenly arisen within her.
Robin moved off the thigh he had offered her and planted both her knees between his, so that she was now lying between his legs, still above him. He sensed her need and cooperated by drawing up his legs, just as though he were now a woman and she a man. Robin moved closer to him and fitted her lovemount to his perineum, making the connection just below his scrotum. His balls and prick were comfortably between them, out of the way, and she began pressing her pelvis against him with slow but intensely sexual moves. Anyone looking into the train's compartment would have thought, at first glance, that Robin was the man and Roger the woman.
Roger moved his legs higher along her body until finally, with her cooperation, his calves rested on her shoulders. She was still humping and thrusting against his rump, growing more excited with every passing moment, and Roger reached out to clasp her relentlessly moving buttocks. His brown eyes glittered hotly as he parodied the woman's role and played the part Robin wanted him to assume.
"Oooooh, you're doing it to me!" he muttered, though he did not bother with assuming a more feminine tone of voice. "Ahhh, you're so big, so thick and hard! Ugghhh! When you fuck me like that I can feel it going in all the way up to my heart! Give it to me, Robin, give it to me harder!"
"Yes, I'll do it to you!" she panted, quivering harder as the exercise affected her drastically. "Ohhhh, how I'll do it to you! I'll fuck my prick all the way up your pussy; I'll make you come so much you'll faint! And then I'll take it out and I'll fuck it up your ass, I swear I will! I'm going to fuck you every way possible!"
They continued to excite each other verbally as they ground their bodies together in that strange fashion. There were times when Robin felt compelled to play the masculine role to the extent of strapping a dildo around her trim, boyish hips and using it to penetrate him; Roger usually allowed her to have her way since he had long ago discovered that he could enjoy sodomy in either a passive or active role. On this occasion, however, Robin wanted only to tease him and herself for a few moments and she did not bother searching out her lewd implement and doing it. She stayed on him for two or three minutes, working hard all the while, and then quickly rolled off.
"Let's play the high school game," she muttered, her eyes moving about restlessly. "Okay? I want to do it that way! I want to feel you going off as soon as you put it in me!"
They had devised a number of scenarios, each tailored to meet a specific desire, and used them whenever they chose. The "high school game," as Robin called it, demanded that Roger emulate a callow high school youth entering his youthful love for the first time and immediately ejaculating. At times, depending on their moods and the propitiousness of the situation, they made it into a very elaborate game, sitting in a darkened living room and deliberately groping on a sofa to make the charade more realistic. At other times they improvised considerably shorter versions, paring the routine down to the bare essentials.
"Sure, I won't need much to get off," Roger said. "Er, how about if you get over there, on that little fold-down desk? You could prop yourself on it and I could stand in front of you; that might work out better, especially if you don't want anything but the final scene."
They pulled down the little table which served as a kind of writing desk or eating surface and Robin scrambled up onto it. The table was just big enough for her to place her buttocks on the front edge and lean back against the wall; when she drew up her knees and rested her heels on the table's edge, her feverishly awakened slit came into prominent view. Roger had only to place himself in front of her and move closer in order to bring his prick up to that moist, flushed target. He did so, keeping the foreskin pulled back taut, and worked the head of his cock up and down her slit for a moment or two. Robin watched as he stroked her pussy with his prick and she trembled visibly, showing that the sight affected her strongly.
"You're ready," he murmured. "Ohhh, how you're ready! So hot and wet!"
"Careful," she advised. "I can't stand much of that. You'd better jack off until you're almost ready to come!"
"Wow! Betty Lou, you've got the sweetest little twat in the whole school!" he said, falling into the role she had cast for him. He pulled back and began masturbating slowly in order to excite himself to the climax she wanted. "Gee, just looking at that thing makes me get weak all over!"
"Ooooh, Bobby, I can't even begin to tell you what I feel inside when I see that big thing you've got there! It looks so long, so thick! I'm afraid of it, Bobby, I'm afraid it'll hurt when you try to put it in me! Let's not do it, let's go ahead and do it the way we've always done-let me do it to you with my hand!"
"Aw, Betty Lou, it won't hurt you," he said. "I'll be real careful and gentle, I promise. Just let me get it started in and you'll see how good it can feel. God, I've been wanting to do it to you for so long!"
"I've been wanting to let you do it, Bobby, I really have," she said. Her eyes were glittering even more hotly as they entered more fully into the charade. "But I never saw it so big! Ohh, it must be twice as big as when I do it to you with my hand! Don't do it to me tonight, Bobby, it's going to hurt me so when you put that big hard thing in me! I've never done it before, you know that; it's too big for me!"
Roger continued to masturbate as they traded lines. His right hand formed a fist encircling his prick and he worked it up and down the broad, rigid shaft with steady strokes. Robin watched closely, obviously enjoying the sight, and grew steadily more aroused. She now put her hands around her hips and extended her fingers until she could reach her vulva. She gently pried the tender, dark furrow apart, exposing the inner lips, and continued the pressure until they too had fallen open. The tiny, crescent-shaped vaginal opening now came into view pink and wet with sexual arousal; at first sight it looked very much too small to accommodate the hefty bludgeon which Roger held in his right hand. The sight of her wet, supremely ready cunt aroused him further and he began masturbating with quicker strokes, picking up the tempo until his fist was flashing up and down the, broad pillar of muscle. Robin continued to mouth her girlish protests, though it was abundantly clear that she longed for that massive tool and was thoroughly eager for it to be thrust into the delicate little cleft between the tips of her fingers.
Roger moved closer to her when he felt his balls give a preliminary warning signal. Robin was sufficiently in tune with his makeup to recognize the signs of an imminent climax and she sucked in a quick breath. He held the boldly flaring head of his cock very close to her pussy, so that barely an inch of open space separated the two sexual organs, and continued to pump away with those lusty strokes. Suddenly he pulled his fist back along the shaft stretching the loose skin tight, and thrust forward with his hips, so that the head of his cock actually brushed against the moist flesh she held ready for him. He pulled back quickly and gave his prick one more quick stroke.
The bulbous head of the rawly inflamed tool suddenly swelled appreciably and, then spat forth a thick, creamy blob of semen. The first gout of come shot out with undisciplined vigor and spattered against her pussy, landing just above the mouth of her vagina. Robin grunted sharply, making a shrill little sound of agonized delight, but did not move, apart from shuddering heavily as the hot spray washed against her tender flesh.
Roger moved forward as soon as his cock had emitted the initial burst of semen. He crammed the head of his prick into Robin's cunt crevice, smearing the blob of already ejected come about as he did so, and then pushed up into her. Even as his prick dilated the vaginal opening, the second spurt of his ejaculation burst forth. He fucked his way into her quickly and soon had nearly all his prick buried between the lips of her pussy, despite the narrowness of the outer opening. Robin gasped again when she felt the searing, driving force of his cock, now made even more intoxicatingly sexual because it was spurting so furiously. The rockets of hot come splashing against the walls of her vagina, together with the abrupt dilation and very deep penetration, collaborated to make her nervous system quake with cataclysmic power. She clapped her hands over her mouth now, seeking to muffle the shouts and screams of ecstasy which threatened to burst from her throat.
"Ooooh, take it!" he groaned as his balls pumped furiously and great, stinging gobbets of semen squirted through his pulsating cock. "Take it all! God, I'm coming all over, I'm coming all over!"
Curiously, they were hardly touching each other as their bodies whipped their way through a long, tempestuous dual climax. He did not attempt to caress her body at all and, except for the necessary genital contact, seemed content to have it so. Robin also accepted the fact and seemed not to worry about it. Despite her lack of movement, her loins were teeming with sexual vigor and, as her orgasm swelled into a thundering crescendo of lustful oblivion, her cunt closed around his prick with repeated contractions as powerful as any he had ever felt. Part of that was due to conscious effort on her part-she knew perfectly well that she could intensify the pangs of sexual joy by contracting her abdominal muscles and went out of her way to do so-but soon her cunt began writhing and twisting about of its own volition, propelled by the pangs of ultimate sexual delight.
Roger moved back and forth slightly as his prick continued to spew out those incredibly stirring blasts of semen. Even the slightest movement greatly accentuated the friction between them and increased their mutual pleasure. He looked down at Robin's pussy as he continued to fuck and to ejaculate with seemingly endless gusto. After a moment he flexed his knees, so that his cock angled up into her more sharply; the shift in the angle of penetration caused the head of his prick to bear more heavily against the front wall of the highly sensitive channel and she gasped again as her nervous system reacted with drastic power.
Finally his balls gave their last, dying twitch and pulsed for the last time. Robin could tell that he had finished; his prick ceased to pump and she could no longer feel his come blasting against her overworked flesh. She gathered herself for one last effort and contracted her abdomen slowly, so that her cunt squeezed his prick in a long, powerful grip of affectionate gratitude.
"Now put it all the way up me!" she hissed. "Get it in deeper, let it soak in that hot come! When you take it out, it'll be juicier than ever! Oooooh, Roger, you were so divine, so big and hot and strong! My God, I couldn't believe it when I felt you go off-the sensations were so incredible!"
"It was you," he said. "You were dragging them out of me! Ahhh, putting it up you, Robin, it's like nothing else in the world!"
He moved closer to her and forced another couple inches of stiff prick into her. He could not get close enough to sink every bit of the big shaft in place but he nearly succeeded in doing so. Robin moaned softly when she felt that massive spear working its way deeper inside her body. She could easily visualize it inside her cunt, resting in the lubriciously moistened cylinder of tight, hot feminine tissue and bathing in the accumulated oils of abandoned passion; the mental image brought new flashes of passionate feeling to her body and created a desire for further sexual activity. In particular she formed a deep, heated longing for Roger's prick, to have it thrust into her mouth fresh from her pussy, dripping with come and feminine love oil. Roger knew this, of course, and he took care to play on her yearning.
"Mmmm, it's so far up inside you!" he whispered. "And so wet! I must have come a quart or two at least; I was really loaded!"
"Yes, I could feel it going on forever," she said.
"God, I love it so when you give me a big one like that, all rank and strong and hot from your balls! There's just nothing on earth like feeling a really virile man go off inside you, Just blasting away and filling you so full of his love!"
"You'd make every man do that," he said.
"You're so tight, so hot inside! And the way you were milking me, it was as though you couldn't get enough of it! Ohhh, Robin, just think of how it is now, resting inside you, bathing in all that come! I can feel it washing around inside you when I move back and forth like this!"
"Agghhhh! Just thinking about it makes me want to go all over again!" she cried, biting her lip to keep from crying out with greater force. "Ohhhh, Roger, put me on the bed! Carry me over and put me on the bed!"
He easily gathered up her slight body-she could not have weighed much more than one hundred pounds and he was in very good physical condition, despite his slight build-and she wrapped her legs around his hips, then clasped her hands behind his neck. He lifted her off the little table with ease and turned to carry her over to the bed. She gasped louder when she felt his prick moving about inside her; his motions caused the big, rigid shaft to work against her flesh in new and even more exciting ways. After a moment he maneuvered her closer to the bed and bent forward, carefully depositing her on the rumpled covers and taking care to maintain his awesome physical presence inside her. They lay in that position for a few moments, enjoying each other's body, and he attempted a few half-hearted, almost teasing thrusts.
"No, let me on top," she said, refusing to respond to his implied invitation. "I want to get on you and work it out myself. Don't worry, darling, I'm going to make sure that you get all the loving you can stand tonight!"
"I rather imagined that you would see to that," he said. "I wasn't sure exactly how you wanted to do it, that's all!"
Robin clung to him as they rolled about on the bed and shifted positions. She easily assumed the uppermost position and lay atop him for a moment, wiggling her hips about in a slow, supremely suggestive way. Then she straightened up until she was almost sitting upright, his prick still spearing up into her pussy. She now began lifting herself off him, so that his cock slowly receded from the fleshly canal which held it so tightly. She moved carefully, watching him closely, and finally freed herself completely; his prick fell back onto his flat, muscular belly with a soft, liquid "splat" and lay still. Robin then lowered her hips once more until the lips of her pussy, still splayed from holding the big rod, came into contact with his flesh once more. She began rubbing herself up and down the thick, semen-laden shaft, which was amply wetted with their lascivious oils; her flesh easily slid along its length and, as additional gouts of come rolled out of her vagina's mouth, his loins became very wet indeed. She loved rubbing herself against him in that way, smearing their lewd wetness over each other's loins, and she especially loved the finale to that act: the moment when she would move off him and begin kissing his prick and balls. The fact that his lower belly, upper thighs, and entire genital area were covered with a richly sexual combination of feminine lubricant and semen only made the act all the more entrancing for her.
"You make me want to come again!" he muttered. "But that's what you love most, isn't it? Taking a big, wet one in your mouth, sucking a man along until he shoots his second load down your throat, that's what turns you on! Well, I've got a big, hot piece of prick for you and a set of balls loaded with come!"
He would willingly have reciprocated Robin's oral attentions, if that had been her desire, but she fancied the idea of devoting herself completely to servicing his need while ignoring her own. Her lips, tongue, and mouth worked together in a lustfully exciting combination that let him know exactly that she wanted. Roger willingly went along with her desire and gave himself over to fucking her mouth as strongly as he could. His youthful vigor enabled him to respond quickly to her powerful stimulation and within a few moments he was twisting about in agony as his balls churned with repeated convulsions of orgiastic feeling. Robin took his seminal discharge easily and swallowed the entire load, pausing only to let the richly flavored love-cream wash over her tongue and warm her taste buds with additional pangs of erotic frenzy. At the height of his climax, with his prick swelling and throbbing heavily, she pushed her left hand down between her thighs and briefly massaged her pussy into an answering burst of orgiastic fervor. She continued to mouth his cock until it had given its final burst of trembling, throbbing life and had fallen asleep in her mouth.
"That ought to keep us calm until we get up into the mountains," she whispered as she moved up to lie beside him.
Chapter Three
Ann was up early the next morning. She left the warm bed with regret, not least because Buck's naked body was so inviting, but she knew that she would have to leave the little ranch early in order to get into Santa Fe before the Tinsdales' train arrived. He offered to cook breakfast for her but she declined, telling him that she would stop at a roadside restaurant once it was clear that she could do so without fear of being late.
"Okay, if you don't trust my cooking," he said, grinning affectionately. "I'll straighten up in here and get set up out at the bunkhouse. You still figure on having them dudes hit the trail this afternoon?"
"Unless they specifically ask me not to. I want to head for the high country as soon as possible," Ann said. "We might as well find out what kind of travelers they are. If I were you, I'd have the horses rounded up and the packs ready, but nothing set up. We ought to have time to get up to Elk Meadow before we make camp tonight, assuming that they'll be ready to ride out."
"Sounds good," he said. "I'll be ready to jump either way, depending on what they have to say about it. Have a good trip, huh?"
Ann took the heavy four-wheel drive pickup for the trip. She drove carefully for the first part of the trip into Santa Fe, negotiating the many turns in the graveled road connecting her ranch to the highway. By the time the sun had cleared the peaks to the east, she knew that she would be able to meet the train without rushing and she proceeded at a slower pace. Even so, she had time to buy herself a hearty breakfast on the outskirts of Santa Fe. While eating it she had an opportunity to remember the strenuous physical activity which had helped her generate such an appetite.
It's that damned Buck, she told herself, ducking her head to mask the smile which spread across her face as she recalled the night with him. He's the one who gave me this appetite, him and that big, bull dick of his. Mmmm, and to think that I wasn't very impressed with him when he came around looking for work! It just goes to show you, I guess, that you can never tell. Mmm, I wonder if he's been putting me all on all this time about being a dropout at Stanford graduate school? Sometimes he drops that hillbilly, cowboy act and you can see that he certainly wasn't raised in a bunkhouse; maybe he's been telling me the truth. Not that it matters-he's a good worker, careful with animals, able to take care of himself, good at ... ohhhhh, so good at using that wonderful cock! If only he were more my own age! I could really get serious about him, I honestly believe that! And when Lew died I was certain that I could never bear to look at another man!
Her thoughts turned to her husband, Lewis Appleton, and his death. It had been a little more than three years ago that he had been thrown from a half-broken horse, suffering severe internal injuries that took his life. Ann had at first thought about selling the little ranch they had spent so much time in developing but then she decided that she would try making a go of it herself. She had not been able to keep the cattle, or as many of them, but she had seen that she could compensate for that by creating a different kind of ranch. The Rocking A now drew a surprisingly large amount of income from tourists who contracted for pack trips up into the Sangre de Cristos, where they could enjoy the breathtaking scenery and the rich abundance of wildlife in the mountains. Last December, for the first time since Lew's death, she had added up the debits and credits for the year to find that the ranch was showing a small profit and she could now believe that she was going to make a success of her operation.
Ann parked outside the railroad station, now little used for passenger service, a few minutes before the Amtrak liner pulled in. She placed the pickup so that the door, with the ranch's emblem prominently displayed, would be visible to the Tinsdales when they stepped down from the train. She amused herself by constructing images of what she thought they would be, though none of her imaginary figures came even close to matching the lithe, handsome young couple who marched toward the pickup after alighting. She got out and walked toward them.
"You must be the Tinsdales," she said. "Rather obviously, since no one else who got off looks capable of a pack trip into the mountains!"
"I'm Robin and this is Roger," the darkly handsome young woman said, gesturing to an equally attractive man at her side. "Mrs. Appleton, I presume?"
"Ann, please!" she said. "Let's not rest too much on formalities, shall we?"
Ann went on to explain where the new arrivals could rent a car for their stay; she had assumed that they would want their own vehicle, as did just about every guest who stayed at the ranch, but Roger said that they had not expected to need a car. He and Robin agreed that they were perfectly willing to ride back to the ranch in the pickup's cab, whereupon Ann lifted their duffel into the rear and motioned them into place. They declined an invitation to stop at a restaurant, explaining that they had eaten very well on the train, and Ann set off for the ranch.
"It'll be an hour and more before we get there," she warned them, "and the last half is on a dirt road, so you mustn't expect much speed. If it's all right with you, we could set out this afternoon, or would you rather wait overnight at the ranch and then head up into the mountains?"
Roger and Robin discussed the alternatives for a few moments as they drove along the highway. They concluded that they would prefer starting out immediately, so long as Ann raised no objections, and Ann promised that they would leave shortly after arriving at the ranch. Their decision elicited her approval, though she was already very kindly disposed toward them. Robin had, donned a blue jeans pants suit that morning, one which fitted her neatly turned body with great faithfulness and she had already shed the jacket. Ann saw at once that the young woman's body was very attractive and that Buck would probably find her extremely desirable. For her own part, she had felt strongly drawn to Roger at once, being especially soft-hearted toward young, slender men of medium height, especially when the front of their jeans bulged out in the very suggestive way his did.
The miles went by smoothly enough and they made good time, pulling into the ranch yard at about noon. Buck waved from the corral and Ann took the Tinsdales over to meet him. He nodded briefly at the young couple, though he noticed that Robin was eyeing him with a pleasing frankness, and said that he was ready to begin packing and saddling the horses if they were planning to leave that afternoon. Ann said that they were and suggested that the Tinsdales change into their riding costumes.
"I'll throw on some things of my own," she said, "and lay us out some sandwiches. We can have a lunch here before we leave."
They nodded their agreement. Ann drove the pickup over to the little cabin kept back for her guests and helped them unload their gear, then drove back to the garage, where she parked the truck and locked it up. She changed into her own riding gear and was in the kitchen, slicing off thick slabs of ham and arranging them on bread when Robin walked in.
"Now that looks like a cowhand's lunch!" Robin said. "Not that I'd know all that much about what cowboys eat."
"They eat about what everyone else eats," Ann said, "except generally about twice as much!"
"Yes, I wouldn't be surprised," Robin agreed. "That hand of yours at the barn, he looked to be a brawny enough specimen. Is he typical?"
"I doubt if Buck is typical of anything," Ann said, smiling at the idea. "He showed up here about eight or nine months ago, looking for work, and he's proved himself pretty capable, all in all. Says he's a dropout from graduate school, at Stanford, I believe; he was studying zoology there and decided he didn't want a future in the academic world. He's rather eccentric but a good worker, so that counts for a lot."
"Mmm, and so well built!" Robin said. Ann could not be certain but she felt fairly sure that the young woman was referring primarily to Buck's sexual equipment. She put down the impulse to tell the girl exactly how well built he really was, figuring that they did not need to get into such topics right away, if at all. "There was something about him that wasn't quite in line with what you'd expect from a genuine country bumpkin, something a little too charming, too sophisticated."
"He can play the 'aw, shucks, ma'am' routine well enough," Ann said, "but you're right, he's not at all cut to an ordinary pattern. Well, it looks as though we've got enough food here for a meal."
She set out a pitcher of milk, along with four glasses, and waited. Buck arrived a moment after Roger and they quickly set about demolishing her creations. A half-hour later they were ready to leave, Buck having announced that the horses were packed and saddled already. Ann closed up the house and made the rounds of the other buildings, assuring herself that the place was properly closed up, and then joined the others at the corral.
Buck led the way, jogging off with Roger and Robin close behind; Ann brought up the rear with the string of pack animals. She could see at once that the Tinsdales were at ease with horses and she felt much more at ease about the coming two weeks; a trip of the sort she had in mind could become tortuously long unless everyone had a certain amount of horsemanship. The Tinsdales clearly possessed that minimum and much more. Ann kept the train of packhorses at a steady, ground-eating pace and aimed them in the direction of the camp� site they would occupy that night. She was familiar enough with the terrain to know which place they could reach without difficulty and she knew that Buck would aim for the same place, though he might lead the guests off on some side excursions to view this or that piece of scenery.
She arrived at the campsite with plenty of time left before sunset. She picketed the horses after unloading them and set to work putting up the camp. First she raised the nylon tent, provided for guests-she and Buck would unroll their sleeping bags under the stars-and then began assembling utensils and bags of food for the evening meal, though she did not begin cooking until she saw the horses coming toward her at the far side of the meadow.
"We've got several options for tomorrow," she said after they had finished the meal. "There are some hot springs farther across that way, about ten miles off; some of us could stop there for a bath, perhaps. And there's an abandoned mine farther up that slope to the right there. It's eight or ten miles away but it's pretty hard going. Either way, we'd be likely to catch some sight of elk, maybe even a wild horse herd. Plenty of mule deer, of course, and birds all over the place."
"Me for the hot spring," Robin said. "The idea of a bath, that sounds good."
"I think I'll go for the mine," Roger said. "I can do without a bath for another day or two."
"There's a creek running beside the mine," Buck said. "If you can stand melted snow, it'll get you as clean as anything else. And it sure as hell feels good when you get out!"
"Now I know that I can do without, a bath," Roger said, drawing an appreciative chuckle from Buck. "That sounds too much like cold showers and all that!"
"If we decide to go ahead and split up," Ann suggested, "we could camp tomorrow night at that little place on the south slope of Steadman Peak."
"I think we ought to," Robin added. "If I know Rog, he'll want to explore the mine if it's at all possible and I certainly didn't come out here to poke around in some hole in the ground! Ann, let's go investigate that spring tomorrow and let them search for gold or silver or whatever it is."
Soon after reaching that agreement they closed up the camp for the night. Robin and Roger went off to their tent and Buck went out to make sure that the horses were secured to their stakes. Aim stayed by the little fire, then dying down to embers, and waited for Buck.
"I thought perhaps they'd both want to take a bath tomorrow morning," she said to him when he had rejoined her. "So that we could duck behind an alder thicket and devote ourselves to some of our own pleasure!"
"No such luck, I guess," he said. "Sure you don't want me to take her up to the springs myself? Damn, I could get off on scrubbing her down!"
"I'll just bet you could," Ann murmured. "Isn't she a lovely little thing? But she'd probably be too small to handle that big prick of yours!"
"I don't know, that Roger looks like he's packing a good eight or nine inches," Buck said. "Or does he not do much for you?"
"I could enjoy spending a few moments with him," Ann admitted, "but I imagine they're still far too much in love with each other to have any time for thoughts like that. What do you think? Will they be able to handle all the riding?"
"Aw, they can do that easy," he said. "They seemed right at home up on the horses this afternoon."
They talked for another minute or two before drowning the last remnants of the campfire and walking over to their sleeping bags. Ann had already stripped down to the skin and was inside her bag when she heard the first low, quavering moan from the tent. At first she could almost have thought that the cry came from a wounded animal in distress, except that no animal had ever attained quite that pitch of agonized ecstasy, and she quickly understood the source of the noise. She had wondered what kind of arrangements the Tinsdales would make for discharging their sexual energies; some of the couples who signed up for her camping expeditions abstained altogether while on the trail, others merrily fucked away as though they were at home, and some arrived at a compromise between the two extremes. It sounded very much as though the Tinsdales were going to be part of the second group, she said.
Ann saw Buck kneeling beside his sleeping bag and she knew that he had heard the sound too. It had probably been a gasp of ecstatic joy from Robin, she judged; it having been very much the sort of sound a strongly aroused woman would make upon feeling her lover's stiff prick sliding into place between the lips of her pussy. She envied the girl's freedom and began to wish that she had arranged to zip her sleeping bag together with Buck's, Another low, whimpering gasp reached her ears and she stretched her hands down to the base of her belly, where she began rubbing the inner lips of her pussy together between the tips of her fingers. The lively flesh quickly responded to her touch and flamed up with raw, vibrant sexual hunger.
"Sssttt!" she hissed, looking over at Buck, still kneeling beside his sleeping bag. "Over here!"
He silently rose and moved toward her. As he approached her in the gloom, she could see that he had already stripped off his jeans and boots and was wearing only his shirt; his massive prick, already swollen hard, jutted out before him.
"Kneel down beside me," she whispered. ''I'll suck you off while we listen to them fuck!"
"Sounds like they're getting after it right well," he murmured. "Sure made the 0I' fid spring up in a hurry!"
He knelt down at the head of her sleeping bag and moved forward enough to thrust the head of his cock down into her mouth. She gripped the foreskin with her lips, keeping her hands busy at work on her pussy, and gripped it tightly enough to peel the head bare when he pushed deeper. She caressed the big, swelling tip of his prick with her tongue and shuddered as the hot flesh radiated heady charges of erotic energy. Ann had occasionally sucked him in that way before and invariably she found it far more exciting than one would have guessed, considering the minimal contact between them. To her, taking a man in that fashion had an especially depraved quality; she imagined herself as some kind of cheap whore waiting to take any man who felt like walking up to her and fucking her mouth for a quick orgasm. The compelling qualities of the mental images had their inevitable effect, along with the skilled way she used her fingers to tease her pussy along, and within a moment or two she could feel the climax bubbling inside her womb. She would need only a slight amount of stimulation to release that bundle of sexual energy, she knew, and. she decided to hold back until Buck was on the point of coming.
He did not attempt to control the pace of his response as he would normally have done. He knew what Ann intended and he understood that there was no need for him to try holding back as she worked her tongue around the sensitive parts of his prick. She wanted him to let go with everything, to drench her mouth with his seed, and he complied with her wishes as best he could. After enjoying her tongue's stimulating work for a moment or two, he leaned closer to her and began pushing his cock deeper. She adjusted herself as he did so and gradually the head of the big, throbbing tool slipped down her throat. He fucked deep for a moment or two, shuddering as the friction mounted higher, arid then withdrew enough to allow her to concentrate all her efforts on the head of his cock.
Ann had become familiar enough with his different patterns of sexual response to know exactly what to do at that moment. She understood that he was now almost ready to let go with his come and she devoted herself to stimulating his prick. Her tongue curled around the big head, digging hard into the deep notch between the flaring rim and the shaft, and moved her head about to create even more friction. Her cheeks collapsed inward as she sucked hard, creating a powerful vacuum; he moved back and forth slightly, just enough to make the libidinous effects even more telling.
Ann's fingers continued to exert a steady pressure against her pussy. She had extended her index fingers along the sides of her vulva and had begun pressing them together in a way that made the super-sensitive inner lips bulge out more prominently; the pressure also created a warm, glowing sensation that rapidly spread over her loins and heightened the tension inside her womb. She dug her heels into the sleeping bag, stiffened her buttocks, and lifted her hips up to rub against her hands more decisively. Her right thumb now moved down to glide over the puffy little mound of tender flesh hiding her clitoris. Although the clitoral knob was too tenderly awakened to bear very much direct stimulation, she could rub her thumb against the flesh covering it and receive some extremely compelling jolts of sexual energy. These were enough, when combined with the stirring effects of her fingers and the drastically arousing presence of Buck's stiff prick in the mouth, to bring her to the very brink of a hearty climax. She needed only the spurt of hot come, the feel of his orgasm, to bring herself the rest of the way home and she knew that this would shortly arrive.
Buck pressed harder against her and shuddered. Of all the women he had had in his life, not one had even begun to approach Ann in the intense, wholehearted way she welcomed his sexuality and capitalized on it for her own benefit. She had an amazing ability to respond to whatever fantasy he might have, as well as to generate exciting little ideas of her own, and she rarely failed to meet his passion with at least an equal and opposing sexual force. He could think of no one, for example, who would be so eager to take his prick in this manner, expecting nothing from him except a generous ejaculation, and who would be able to become so excited by masturbating while sucking him. Her tongue continued to stroke his cock and he felt his balls give that familiar, delicious tingle of readiness.
"Ugghh!" he grunted, struggling to keep from crying out with elation. "Get ready for it, Ann, here it-ugghhhh-here it comes!"
Her lips and tongue began working faster when she sensed that the moment of final truth was upon him. She sucked eagerly at his cock, hungry for his load, and she quivered excitedly when the big rod began to pump and throb with erotic fulfillment. The tool's first stinging burst of come washed over her tongue and filled her mouth with the stinging, salty bite of masculine lust; she eagerly swallowed the hot cream and used her tongue even more drastically. As she did so, she brought her thumb down against her clitoris more firmly and felt the satisfying shock of sensual joy shoot through her cunt with near-shattering force. Her thighs, powerful and long, drew tighter, and she fucked against her hands with short, choppy thrusts of her pelvis. Each driving, humping movement sent additional' shock waves of orgiastic release pounding through her body and brought her flesh to a peak of quivering, shuddering delight. Again and again her cunt fluttered wildly as the pangs of orgasmic joy ripped their way through her flesh.
Buck's prick soon pumped out the last of his come, though the throbs of pleasure continued to flow through the big, stiff organ. Ann did not stop her sucking once she had taken the measure of his balls discharge; she understood that the climactic beats could continue and that she could still, give him additional pleasure. Eager to drive him to the limits of his endurance, she continued to work her tongue over the boldly defined head of his prick and to suck as hard as she could. Finally he had to pull back, grunting weakly; the friction had become too strong to be endured any longer. He quickly moved around to bend over her and touch his lips to hers; his tongue speared into her mouth, searching for traces of his ejaculation, and helping her enjoy the dying beats of her own climax.
"That was some kind of blow-job," he murmured after taking his mouth away from hers. "Nobody in the world does it like you, not nobody!"
Chapter Four
They were up at sunrise the next morning. Buck cooked breakfast, proving his versatility, and dished up a tasty combination of foods. After finishing the meal, he and Tinsdale loaded two of the pack horses and rode off toward the abandoned mine, they wanted to investigate. Ann washed the dishes and loaded the remainder of the gear onto the single pack horse that was left.
"We'll have an easier time of it," she said to Robin as she worked. "They're going to have to hump it if they intend spending very much time in that mine; they've got a rough ride ahead of them."
"I'm enormously impressed by how capable you seem to be," Robin said. "It looks as though you could do all this yourself."
"I can and I have," Ann said. "Like last spring for example, before Buck hired on. I was caught out here with no help at all and two groups to take out. It isn't so hard, though, once you learn the easier way of doing things."
"Is it far to the springs?"
"Four or five miles," Ann said. "An hour, maybe. This isn't the best time of year to see them, actually; they're more impressive in winter after the steam has frozen on the brush and trees around. You can see some bizarre shapes and patterns when that happens. It'll all be melted now."
They were soon mounted and riding toward the springs. The ride was an easy one, as Ann had promised, and they covered the distance in good order. As they were pulling up in a grove of alder trees, Ann heard a shrill, piercing blast of noise from the north. She recognized the sounds and reached, into a saddle bag, where she kept a tripod and a powerful telescope which could be attached to it; her husband had used the instrument for long-range precision rifle shooting and she had appropriated it for her guests use. She assembled the device quickly and set it up on a flat, relatively open piece of terrain.
"Wild horses," she said to Robin, who was watching her curiously. "We ought to get a pretty good view of them from here; they have a watering hole across there."
She spread a poncho on the ground behind the scope and motioned for Robin to join her. Training the device toward the area in which she expected to find the horses, she sharpened the focus and waited. Moments later a spotted mare trotted into her field of vision. Several other horses quickly followed.
"I've seen this herd before," she said, rolling aside to turn the scope over to Robin, who was manifesting great interest. "The stallion is lying back, waiting to be sure that everything's in order. He's a big, black beast, a real beauty."
"Wild horses!" Robin breathed. "Incredible!"
"Their ancestors were probably Indian horses," Ann said. "Or runaways from some ranch. Maybe even from a Spanish conquistador, who knows?"
"Ahh, that must be the stallion now," Robin said, her voice rising with intensity. "Now he is a beautiful beast! Ohh, look, he's biting the other one, that spotted one!"
"Oh? I was wondering about her when I saw her," Ann said. "She was acting a little strange, I thought. "
"What does that mean?"
"I think she must be in heat," Ann explained. "If he's biting her and sniffing at her, that's a pretty good sign. Er, if you keep on watching them, yon might see a rather primitive and violent scene, in case that might be offensive. Stallions are probable the most chauvinist creatures in the world, I expect!"
"Yes, he's excited!" Robin whispered. "Ooooh he's so big! My God, I can see his cock, it's enormous! And he's trying to mount her, he's biting her and pawing her! But she's resisting him, fighting him off!"
"Yes, that's the mare's way," Ann said. "When they're in the wild state, especially, the mare always tries to save herself for the most powerful and dominant stallion around. I suppose it's her way of trying to make sure that her colt has the best possible sire. Sometimes the preliminaries can get pretty vicious before she finally gives in."
"Ahhh, he looks positively enraged!" Robin cried. "And so excited! Mmmm, I've always heard that old cliche about being hung like a stallion but . . . but it never had much meaning for me before! Ooooh, is he really going to screw her with that thing? I can't believe it!"
Ann now directed her attention more closely to the girl. She could see the horses in the distance, though to, her naked eye they appeared no more than antlike creatures. She had witnessed their coupling often enough before, however, to have a very good idea of what Robin was seeing. She could visualize the stallion's prick, rigid and throbbing with lustful emotion, easily the size of her forearm, and even the remembered memory set off small detonations of sexual feeling between her thighs.
Robin's reactions were at least as interesting, however. The tone of the girl's voice reflected the excited interest she felt and made it clear that she had no intention of turning her face away from the horses' coupling. Her cheeks had flushed hotly and there was a note of quivering, highly intense feeling in her voice, leading Ann to conclude that she was responding to the sight and becoming highly aroused. That was understandable; Ann. herself ordinarily felt very strong twinges of passion whenever she watched horses breeding.
"My God, he's mounting her now!" Robin breathed. "I can't see whether-ohhh, yes, he's going in her, he's fucking her with that big, beautiful cock! She's going wild, she's trying to ... ahhhh, he's fucking it up her now, I can see him trembling, he's ... what? Is that all? God, he's fast!"
"Yes, stallions don't need much encouragement," Ann said. She could see that the woman had found the scene very much to her liking and that she had been powerfully affected by it. "Quite often the stallion will begin to come even before he enters the mare, so that his come is, dripping off her hips even before he's inside her. That doesn't deter him, naturally; he's still blazing hot to get it inside her, where he can finish up properly. Rather like an impetuous teenager, to tell the truth."
"Yes! That's exactly what it's like!" Robin said, exhaling heavily. She was still watching the horses through the scope. "Ahhh, he's finished now; you can actually see him growing weaker! Now he's off her and ... God, he looks totally depleted!"
"It won't take him long to get back m the mood," Ann told her. "Fifteen minutes, perhaps, that's all he needs and the next mare who comes into heat, he'll be as randy as ever. They're really quite remarkable."
"Again, like that randy teenager, huh?" Robin said. She now pulled back from the scope and sat up on the poncho, turning to look at Ann. Her dark eyes were glittering hotly and her cheeks still bore a deep flush. She drew in several deep breaths, making her little nipples stand out more clearly against the front of her shirt; Ann saw that she was not wearing a bra. "My God, that's so true! I had this kid a few weeks ago, about seventeen or eighteen, I suppose, and he was exactly that way! Even before I could get him in, he was spewing all over, shooting out the loveliest load all over me, literally drenching my fingers with his cream! Ahhh, he screamed like a wounded animal when he started going inside me! I don't know when I've felt anybody get off like that. Mmmm, it wasn't very long, either, before he was up and ready to go again!"
Ann was very far from being a prude but she certainly was not prepared for anything like so frank a confession from anyone, especially not from so young a woman and one whom she had seen for the first time the day before. She managed to hide most of her astonished reaction, however, but could not find anything very appropriate to say in reply. Robin seemed not to be affected at having said what she had said.
"Do you know something?" Robin continued.
"For the first time in my life, I believe, I'm really beginning to understand what people mean when they say, 'fuck like animals!' That was such a scene of ... I guess you'd have to call it uncontrolled passion, wouldn't you?"
"Horses do seem to get down to the nitty-gritty," Ann admitted. "Poor things, I'm not even very sure that they get much pleasure from it. I mean, they go at it so ferociously, it's almost as if they had these demons inside and could only get them out by the most strenuous sort of effort."
"Yes, that's about the way it seemed to me," Robin said. "Total abandon, really compulsive activity, that sort of thing."
"And yet, quite often when people refer to 'the animal nature' of sex, they're talking about the parts which are quite foreign to animals," Ann observed. "I mean, there isn't an animal in the world, not that I know about, which will devote very much time to, er, the preparatory aspects. I mean, they don't seem to do it very often just for the sheer enjoyment of getting high, or getting their partners high. "
"I think you're probably right about that," Robin� said. "Very elemental, very much getting on and then getting off, bang-bang-bang! You know something else? I'm beginning to think that I was right about you!"
"Oh? In what respect?"
"Roger and I were talking last night," Robin explained. "I told him that I had this incredibly strong feeling that you were like that. Really interested in sex, things along that line, I mean. He wasn't so sure, even though he agreed with me that you're terrifically attractive. I hope you aren't offended. By us talking about you, I mean; we're always doing that. You know, asking each other, 'could you get up for doing it with that one?', do you ever play games like that?"
"Er, I suppose I do," Ann replied. She found the girl's forthright attitude much too beguiling to be offended and said as much. "I might also add, for what it's worth, that I do find sex very interesting-both to do and to think about, as a matter of fact. I'd have to say that I'd agree more with you than with Roger on that score!"
"Wonderful!" Robin said, smiling cheerfully.
"Er, just for curiosity's sake, what sort of opinion did you come to about Buck? I suppose you must have asked the same question about him."
"Ah, just a total anima!!" Robin breathed. Her expression made it very clear that she was not using "animal" in a pejorative sense. "And it looks as though he's really hung, too!"
"Right again, and on both counts," Ann said, smiling.
"Er, do you two have a thing going?"
"Well, to tell the truth, we, er, indulge from time to time," Ann said, again unable to resent the girl's forwardness. "But it isn't a possessive sort of thing between us. I mean, if you were inquiring with an eye toward your own, er, involvement."
"Of course I was!" Robin immediately answered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Mmmm,_ I'd love to get that big hunk of cowboy under me! Or on top of me, however he likes it!"
"I think you'd find Buck pleasingly versatile," Ann said. "I mean, he does love to play those delicious little bedroom games but he isn't very macho about it. Just about any position pleases him, or so I've found."
"Versatile?" Robin asked, looking up with new interest. "You mean he goes both ways? With guys as well as with women?"
"Oh, not in that way," Ann said, more astonished than ever. "Well, I can't say that for a fact; I've never heard him say anything, about being interested in men. That doesn't seem to be quite his style, somehow."
"I was just wondering," Robin said.
"My God, you keep surprising me!" Ann said, shaking her head with bewilderment. "I just don't know what to say!"
"Does it bother you, my frankness, I mean."
"No, not really. I suppose we must seem terribly backward to you. I've been cooped up on the ranch so long!"
"No, not a bit," Robin assured her. "Sometimes I get a little bored with a lot of the East Coast decadence, or maybe with some of the people who play at the game just to be playing. Don't worry about it, please."
"Okay, I won't," Ann promised. "I must say, though, Roger certainly seems to be an understanding, tolerant sort of man."
"What?" Robin asked, failing for moment to comprehend her meaning. Then, as understanding dawned, she laughed boldly. "Oh, I see-but the truth is, we aren't married! Roger and I are ... well, you see, actually he's my brother!"
"Your b-b-brother?"
"Oh, you're 'probably thinking about last night," Robin said. Ann's quick flush told her that she had guessed correctly. "Well, we've been doing it for ten years now! Even when I was much younger, I knew that Roger was the only man for me and finally we went ahead and did what we both wanted to do. I know, it might seem sick or depraved, but believe me, it's good between us!"
"I can't believe it!" Ann murmured. "I really can't believe it! Oh, I can, of course; you do have a striking resemblance to each other. I mean, it's just such a surprise!"
"I was sure you wouldn't be turned off," Robin said. "We've always been very close, ever since we can remember, and it seemed so natural, letting Roger do it to me. And after that ... well, it became quite clear that we had so many interests in common, that we fitted each other so completely, and we've just kept on doing it."
"It does sound a little strange in one respect," Ann pointed out. "I mean, for two people to be so close to each other, and yet so willing to experiment with other lovers."
"I suppose it's a little odd," Robin conceded, ''but we find it very' exciting, having our little adventures and then comparing notes with each other afterward."
"Mmmm, that could be exciting," Ann agreed. "Yes, I can see how that could affect somebody very strongly!"
"But all this isn't getting us into the water," Robin said. "The longer we stand here, the more enticing that pool looks."
She reached into one of the saddlebags on her horse and brought out a towel, a soap case, and a fresh shirt. After carrying them over to the edge of the pool, she deposited them on a big, flat rock and began undressing. Ann brought out her own gear and joined her, a little uncertain about undressing in front of the girl, but Robin's easygoing air helped her overcome that obstacle. They were soon naked and ready to step into the water.
Robin set the tone, turning to watch with unabashed interest as Ann slipped off her panties, the last item of clothing she wore. They were built distinctly differently, Ann being some three or four inches taller than Robin, who was slightly shorter than average; Ann was also more fully developed; especially in the breasts and hips. Robin's body, slender and finely drawn; was almost boyish in shape, except for a slight swelling at the hips and for the very firm but small breasts. Her nipples were still firmly defined, very dark and quite large, showing that she had not yet lost the sexual excitement engendered by watching the horses copulate.
"God, you're built!" Robin muttered.' "Lovely legs! And Roger would go out of his mind over those breasts!"
Ann was not accustomed to such frank appraisals of her body, especially not from women, but she handled the girl's forthright praise well enough. She made some pointed comments about Robin's own body but the girl easily brushed them aside.
"Oh, I know that I'm too much like a guy to be really attractive, at least in the traditional way," Robin said. "But there are some advantages, regardless. Sometimes I like dressing up in men's clothes, or having my clothes cut to a man's pattern, so that Roger and I can go out as lookalikes."
"You know, I'll bet you could carry off the role very well," Ann said. "Yes, with a suit on, your hair brushed a little different, somebody might very well mistake you for a guy!"
"I get a real kick out of passing, sometimes," Robin said. "We'll go into men's rooms together and I'll belly up to a urinal, just as though I were a man, and nobody ever says anything. Honest, I've been propositioned by gay guys more than once!"
"That must be a real disappointment to them, finding that you're not what they expected," Ann observed. "Sort of like a guy propositioning a woman, only to find out that she's really a man!"
"Turnabout's fair play and all that," Robin said, smiling at the thought.
They walked into the pool and edged across the sand-and-gravel bottom into deeper water. Several springs formed the pool and kept it at about the temperature of a hot bath all year round. The pool was about eighty feet across at its broadest part and was no more than six feet deep in any place. The overflow trickled over black rocks and formed a little creek trailing off into the meadow below.
"You have to be careful about stepping on one of the outflow holes," Ann warned. "Some of the water comes out with a good bit of force and it's considerably hotter. Not hot enough to get scalded but still it gives you a start, feeling a blast of hot water against you when you're not expecting it."
"I think I've found one," Robin said. "At least I could feel a current of hotter water against my foot a moment ago."
"You were getting close to one then," Ann said.
"Just feel for the currents and go the other way, that's the safest thing. Unless you happen to want one, then you follow it."
"Oh? Why would somebody want one?"
"I'll show you in a minute," Ann said. "First let me get lathered up and then we can go into that, maybe."
They lathered themselves industriously and sank down in the water to rinse off. There was enough current to carry the excess lather away and the water remained almost perfectly clear. Ann noticed that the girl seemed to lather her pubis with unusual energy and later, when Robin squatted down, she was sure that she was using the opportunity to give her pussy a quick rub.
"We don't have discos or clubs out here," Aim said, feeling much more at ease now and being inspired to take a risk, "so we have to get our kicks however we can. Sometimes I've found that it can be a blast to squat down over an outflow hole and let the hot water give me a tickle. Of course, you have to test the hole first and be sure that it isn't too hot but ... ahhh, here we are now."
She had been moving around, following a current of warmer water, and now located a suitable outlet. After testing it to be sure that it was not too hot, she squatted down until only her head was above the water and moved over the jet. The stream of hot water was strong enough to play against her thighs and belly with a good bit of force. Once she had positioned herself to bring her pussy directly into the flow of hot water, she could feel it with startling clarity. The gushing water produced some very pleasing sensations and set off the chain of incipient eroticism which had been working inside her womb.
"Hey, it's like a jacuzzi!" Robin cried out, suddenly understanding her meaning. "Except that it's organic! Wow, what a totally sexy idea!"
She moved about the pool to find her own jet and soon located a suitable spot. She squatted down, positioned herself properly, and immediately gasped ecstatically. Ann knew that she had now given the girl her money's worth; Robin's wholehearted approval was clear enough for anyone to discern her pleasure.
"I have a friend in Albuquerque who has a hot tub with some built-in sprays," Ann said. "I spent a week with him a couple of years ago and he introduced me to the idea. Once I was back at the ranch, it didn't take me long to see that I might have something very like that, right up here in my own backyard, so to speak."
"Mmmmm, it's just so sexy, feeling the water like that!" Robin declared. "My God, it's making me so horny! I can't believe how good that feels!"
Ann did not need to look into the water in order to know what Robin was doing. The girl's right shoulder had already begun moving rhythmically, showing that her right hand was busy at work between her thighs, and her face betrayed the unmistakable signs of increasing sexual tension. Ann was again dumbfounded. She had not expected that Robin would respond in quite that manner and she felt vaguely as though she ought to leave the pool in order to allow the girl some privacy in which to enjoy herself.
But if she really wanted privacy, Ann reasoned to herself, then why did she start doing it with me in here in front of her, not ten feet away? It must not make any difference to her, surely!
Ann thus convinced herself that it would be all right for her to stay and watch as Robin masturbated. She needed little time in which to arrive at it satisfactory climax, Ann noted; within a moment or two her full, wide lips formed a silent "oh!" of exquisite delight and her eyes closed slightly. A grimace marked the onset of her greatest sensation and she panted hoarsely as her cunt churned out a series of very strong orgiastic charges. To Ann, the sight was highly affecting and, she could feel her own pussy growing more fully alive with every passing second. As her clitoris became more highly charged with passion and began emitting much more strenuous beats of lustful hunger; her inhibitions dropped away and she felt much more at ease.
"There's another neat feature about this pool," she said, deciding to take the plunge and commit herself more completely. "Especially at this time of year. Here; let me show you what I mean."
She moved over to another part of the pool, into shallow water, and reached into a crevice between two big boulders which had partially fallen into the water. Patches of the winter's snow still remained in places, especially shaded nooks which the sun could not reach, and she scooped up a handful of wet, partially melted snow. Robin watched her carefully but did, not move from her squatting position. Ann held the snow for a minute or two in her hand.
"You can really give yourself a shock this way," she said. "First you stay in the water long enough to warm all over"-and here she again squatted down to immerse herseIf, except for her head and her hand holding the snow-"and then you rub the snow over some of the more strategic parts. It's a dramatic kind of shock; but it can really be a turn-on, I've found!"
With that, she rose up again into a standing position and touched the wet snow to each of her nipples. The contact sent paralyzing shudders of excitement racing over her flesh and she had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out at the shock. The snow immediately brought her nipples to a full erection; they now swelled out from her ripe breasts like small, dark thumbs. Again she touched the snow to her breasts. This time the shock was less decisive, her body having accustomed itself somewhat to the cold, but nevertheless the contact produced a violent and marked reaction.
"Ooooh, I can see how that would be a killer!"
Robin whispered, her eyes wide and bright with excitement. "My God, that could ... it could drive a woman crazy! Yeah, and I can see what it's doing to your nipples! They're so beautiful now, so big and hard and hot, so dark!"
Robin's enthusiastic reaction to her demonstration sparked Ann into taking one final step, one which she had not previously considered. Emboldened by that air of interest and approval, Ann now clenched the snow more firmly in her right hand, working it back and forth against her fingers for a moment or two. Then, with her fingers tingling and aching from the biting cold, she flung away the handful of snow.
"That's only the beginning," she said, watching Robin carefully. "If you really want the ultimate, the king-sized super-shocker, you need to get your hand really cold and then do this with it!"
Ann now spread her feet much farther apart and reached between her thighs with her right hand. She used the fingers of her left hand to spread the inner lips of her pussy wide open, baring the inner cleft, and then quickly planted the middle finger of her right hand within the taut, hotly aroused rim of her vagina. She plunged the finger deep, working it into place with a remorseless intensity, and held it there.
At first the shock was so dramatic, so overpowering that her senses could not cope with the sudden, chilling blast of coldness which had penetrated her warm body. A moment later, however, her nervous system had readjusted itself and she felt a blinding surge of physical sensation, so acute that she could not tell whether it was agony or joy, pass through her flesh. Her hips jerked forward spasmodically and the muscles of her vagina clamped down against her finger with a convulsive, reflexive gasp of sheer sexual power. A groan, low and savage, broke from her tightly pursed lips and she felt as though she were being lifted bodily from the pool. Pushing the finger into her pussy had produced an amazingly quick series of physical sensations which, taken together, were at least as powerful as an orgasm and rather like it in intensity, though she did not feel the blissful release of tension which accompanied a good climax. She worked her hips back and forth for a moment, fucking against her finger with a furious drive, and then slowly relaxed as her finger lost its coldness and warmed to the level of the flesh enclosing it.
"My God!" Robin breathed. "That's the most incredible thing I've ever seen in all my life! Ohhh, I want to try that for myself, I can't wait to try that! But I want you to do it to me, Ann; I want to feel your finger going in me when it's cold like that!"
Chapter Five
Robin's passionate request brought Ann back to reality with a jolt. Stunned by the audacity of the girl's desire, she could not find a suitable reply at first and merely stared dumbly. A welter of conflicting emotions flashed over her body and made her feel even more at sea.
"It's awful of me to ask, I know that," Robin said. She could see that Ann had not been prepared for her request and she understood that she needed to make some amends in order to restore the good relations between them. "But it just looked so incredibly sexy, so ultra-passionate, when you were bringing yourself off like that! Ohh, Ann, I want it so, I want to feel it up inside me, just the way you were doing it to yourself! It's that stallion, watching him fuck that mare made me so horny, so hot and wet inside that I can't bear it! I tried doing myself a minute ago but it didn't work; I need to have somebody else doing it to me before I can get all the horniness out of my system! Please, won't you help me?"
Robin moved toward Ann as she spoke. She felt sure that closer proximity would persuade Ann to grant the request and she suspected that the woman was even then hovering on the brink of agreeing.
"It isn't so bad, women doing it to each other," Robin continued. "One pussy feels very much like another, I've always found, and you could even pretend that you were doing it to yourself, if you liked. Or maybe you've sometimes wondered what it would feel like to be in a man's place, bringing a woman off, huh? To feel a woman's pussy against your finger, all wet and hot, throbbing with joy after you've brought her to the very peak of her excitement?"
Ann was in fact much more strongly affected than she appeared to be. She was far from insensitive to Robin's slender beauty; the sight of the girl's nipples, rock-hard and flushed a brilliant, deep shade of maroon made her own breasts tingle with hot, dynamic surges of sexual hunger. Robin's words, excited but very compelling; also caused her body to react more strongly. Ann could feel herself weakening as her own desire grew ever more pronounced and after a moment she reached out to enfold Robin in her arms. The two women leaned together and kissed; their tongues met and spurred each other into furious, steaming states of sensual ferocity.
"Yes, I'll do it to you!" Ann muttered when she drew her face back from Robin's. "I'll run my finger up you, I'll show you exactly what it feels like! God, I don't know what's happening to me, but I want to do it!"
Robin smiled gratefully and gave one final thrust of her loins, pushing her love mound up more forcefully against the top of Ann's right thigh, and then stepped back. She moved over to a low rock and perched herself upon its smooth surface, digging her heels into the rock's edge, close to her trim buttocks, and spread her knees far apart. Her posture necessarily exposed her ripe, hotly excited slit with a breathtaking fullness and Ann examined it carefully after finding herself another handful of snow.
Sitting with her thighs parted so drastically had exerted additional force on Robin's vulva, causing the lush, smooth mound to fall apart at the seam traversing its center; the inner lips now bulged out invitingly. As she looked down to examine the fleshly envelope more carefully, Robin brought her hands under her hips and pressed the inner lips farther apart, pulling at the flesh with her fingers. Ann's attention was drawn to the girl's clitoris, crowning the apex of those dark, lushly aroused inner lips. Robin's fingers drew the moist flesh still tauter and her clitoris became still more exposed as the covering hood of skin peeled farther back; the winsome little nub of stiff gristle was flushed lightly and had a covering of moist lubricant. When Robin had drawn the skin fully back, it reared up for nearly a half-inch. The clitoral shaft, also fiercely swollen, bulged out the loose skin of her vulva and looked almost as imposing. Ann's heart raced furiously as she took in the details of the girl's sexual organ.
"Sometimes I call it my little pricklet," Robin whispered, reaching up an index finger and brushing it over the tip of her clitoris with a feathery touch. "Ooooh! My God, it's so sensitive!"
"It ... it's the largest clitty I've ever seen," Ann muttered. "But then I don't suppose I've seen more than one or two in the flesh, to tell the truth. Yes, it looks as though it could be very sensitive indeed."
"I'm just a mess when I get this turned on," Robin said. "I mean, it's so damned tender that I can't stand for it to be touched, even!"
"Buck has the answer to your problem," Ann said. "Sometimes when I get so turned on that it hurts to touch it, he'll purse up his lips and blow on me down there. Yeah, literally, a real blow-job!"
"God, I'd like to have him do that to me," Robin panted. "Oooooh, how much longer are you going to keep me waiting? I'm not sure I can stand this much longer!"
"I'll get there, don't worry," Ann said. She now realized that she enjoyed keeping the girl in suspense; Robin's lustful anxiety was proving to be even more of a boon, than she had expected. "Why don't you close your eyes? That way it'll be a complete surprise when I put my finger in you; I should think it would make it even more exciting for you if, we were to do it that way."
"Oh, God yes!" Robin breathed, her face registering even greater excitement when she heard that lewd proposal. "Yes! I'll do that, it'll make it a lot more exciting if I don't know when you're going to do it!"
"And I won't play around with any genteel, ladylike penetration either," Ann promised. "If you're going to get the full benefit of it, I'll do it to you the same way I do it to myself-I'll give you the whole finger, every inch of it, all at once! I'll push it all the way up your hot little pussy!"
Robin closed her eyes and held them tightly shut. Her fingers continued to hold the inner lips of her pussy splayed widely, so that the vaginal rim gasped slightly open; Ann had only to push her icy finger into the slight, crescent-shaped cleft whenever she chose to do so. The handful of snow she had earlier collected was now partly melted and her fingers were beginning to ache from the cold. She knew that the entrance of her finger would send a blood-curdling shockwave of physical response through Robin's tense, tautly strung body and she suspected, judging from the state of the girl's clitoris, that a crashing, thundering orgasm would immediately grip the girl's flesh. Her own heart began beating faster and her brain reeled with dizzy speed as she contemplated the act she was about to initiate.
Why, I'm acting like a lesbian! she thought, trembling in the knee-deep water. What is happening to me? I can't believe that I'm standing here like this, about to start finger-fucking this girl! But she wants it, I can tell that; she's so ready for it. Is this what lesbians do? But how can I be a lesbian? I wanted to suck Buck last night, that's for sure, and if he were here right now I' d certainly be on him in a flash, stuffing that big, beautiful prick of his right where it belongs! And Robin, she certainly seemed to enjoy doing it with Roger last night, at least if those noises from their tent meant anything at all! Ohhhh, I don't understand anything about any of this, I really don't! But I want to do it to her, I know that much!
Ann held back for a moment longer and looked about the pool as though she thought perhaps someone would step from the underbrush nearby and rescue her from the bizarre situation in which she found herself. No help appeared, of course she was sure that there were no other people within at least ten miles of them at that moment-and she turned her attention back to Robin. The girl's nipples seemed to have gotten even harder and darker during that interim period and the areolas were far more prominent. Ann now felt another current of sexuality working inside her body; she found that she wanted to cover one of those tender, youthful mounds with her lips and use her tongue to excite the girl into even greater convulsions of orgiastic release. She did not suggest that Robin alter her position in order to facilitate such a kiss, naturally, but the idea had taken hold of her mind with raw, fermenting power.
Ann looked down at that tender, lustfully darkened slit at the base of Robin's belly once more. She new saw that the girl's pubic hair grew in an unusual pattern, or at least one which she took to be out of the ordinary; there was a thick, dark patch of wiry, curling fur at the base of her belly to accentuate the pubis but the vulva itself was almost ]entirely devoid of hair. Only a few forlorn wisps of dark fur sprouted on that ripe, sensually charged slit, giving it an appearance that simultaneously suggested maturity but also adolescence. Ann opened her hand and allowed the little ball of wet snow to drop soundlessly into the water in front of her knee.
She held her hand palm up and extended the middle finger until it was straight and rigid. Moving closer to Robin, she bent down slightly to aim the finger directly into the vaginal opening. As she did so, a whiff of the girl's excitement wafted up to her nostrils, setting off another stormwave of sexual reaction inside her mind.
"I can smell you!" she said, her voice coarse and raw with lusty fever. "I can smell your pussy now! It's such a delicious, sexy smell, Robin, I love it!"
"I'm not surprised," Robin panted. "As turned on as I am, I'd-agghnnnn! Owwwww!"
Ann pushed her cold middle finger into the mouth of the girl's pussy in mid-sentence, bringing a sudden grunt of astonished delight from her lips. Robin shuddered heavily as the cold finger penetrated her hot, wet flesh and pierced her with devastating effects. Ann pushed deeper and planted nearly all her finger inside that tender receptacle. When she had done so, her thumb lay conveniently near Robin's supercharged clitoris and she bent her wrist slightly to stroke that glowing bud of sensitivity. She avoided the tip, knowing how painfully tender that point could be, but her thumb softly caressed the shaft. Robin moaned softly and stiffened her body as that deeply planted finger began to exert even more drastic influence on her feelings.
"Ohhhhh, God, you're killing me!" the girl whimpered. Her thighs knotted into stiff, quivering pillars of hard muscle as she tensed herself for the oncoming assault of sexual madness. "Mmmmmm! It's so cold, so powerful! Nnnggggg! It's like ... oh, I never felt anything like it, I never-agghhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh! -I never felt it nearly so ... it's making me wan to-unnngggghhhhhh! Owwwwwwww! Aiiiieeeeeee!"
As Robin's lithe young body gathered itself for the onslaught, she reached out with both hands to grip Ann around the neck. Ann leaned forward and found that Robin was pulling her face down to one of her breasts. Although gentle, the pressure was definitely present and she surrendered to it. Her lips closed against Robin's right breast and her tongue glided over the stiff, rubbery tip, stroking it firmly. At the same time, she began moving her middle finger about within Robin's pussy; her thumb continued to stroke the girl's clitoris.
By the time Robin had recovered from the initial shock of being penetrated by that cold, wet finger, her loins had burst out in a voluptuous hymn of sexual rapture. Her womb tightened suddenly and then snapped apart with shocking force to release a flood of orgasmic sensation that spread all over her body in record time. Ann's lips and tongue added to those sensual vibrations as they played over her nipple and Robin gave herself up to the luxury of the ensuing climax. Her cunt pumped out repeated waves of exceptionally strong pleasure, until her flesh was quaking with the effects, and she twisted about against Ann's finger as best she could. Her vaginal contractions became exceptionally strong as her orgasm became more intense.
To Ann, on the receiving end of that drastic reaction, the experience was a heady one. She had never before felt a woman come, other than herself, and she found that she relished the sense of accomplishment she received; she liked knowing that she had been able to engender such marked signs of sexual pleasure in another person and found Robin's feminine reactions a noticeable and welcome change from those of a man. Although her own mind was racing wildly and she could feel the sexual urges becoming much stronger in her own body, she retained enough presence of mind to be able to use her hand and mouth effectively and to heighten Robin's sexual pleasure.
Catching the girl's stiff nipple between her tongue and her upper teeth, she gently gnawed at the super-sensitive nub, thereby making the girl's nervous system quake with greater agony. She also continued to work her finger back and forth inside Robin's cunt, adding some subtle rotations of her hand to give the plunging finger a skewering effect. Her thumb, of course, continued to glide over the stiff, throbbing shaft of the girl's clitoris, thereby making the orgasmic pulsations far more telling.
Robin pressed her breast into Ann's hot, eager mouth one last time, arching her body forward and upward, and then relaxed as the storm of sexual violence worked itself out of her pussy. She wilted by stages, slowly but definitely, and gently subsided within herself. Ann continued to mouth and caress her in the same way until she was sure that the girl had come with maximum effect, then gently disengaged her mouth and hand so that she could pull back slightly. At once Robin stirred, leaning forward to embrace her warmly. She slipped down off the rock into the water to stand erect, leaning against Ann, and rested her cheek on her shoulder. "That was as good as it's ever been!" she whispered. "With a man, with a woman, with anybody! Oooooh, you made my poor pussy cry like a baby!"
"I wanted it to be good for you."
"That's always the most important thing," Robin said. "As you reap, so shall you sow, or however that old thing goes."
"I'm not too sure of that myself," Ann said, though she did not think that Robin had gotten her Bible down quite perfect. "Was I really good, though? I mean, I never did anything with a woman before. Never even thought about it, as a matter of fact."
"It was good," Robin vowed. "It was better than good; it was super! Mmmmm, you feel good, standing next to me like this. Isn't it different, though? Holding a woman, I mean, as opposed to a man?"
Ann now realized that there was indeed a marked difference, though' it was one which she could appreciate and enjoy. Instead of a hard, muscular body, hairy in spots and angular, she found that Robin's body had a kind of beguiling softness, especially-in places where she was not used to finding softness, and a smooth, silken quality which also greatly appealed to her. As soon as she had applied her mind to the matter she became aware too of Robin's breasts, pressing just below her own, and of the way the girl's muff was rubbing against her lower belly and mingling with her own pubic, fur. That awareness sparked a new set of sexual reactions and Robin was quick to detect the change in her consciousness.
"No, don't move, please!" Robin whispered when she sensed Ann's new mood. "I love it, standing here close to you, feeling you getting yourself turned on. Mmmmm, your nipples are into my breasts; getting all big and hard and hot!"
"But if it goes on much longer," Ann pointed out, "I'm going to have to take some drastic measures, I warn you!"
"Mmmm, just what I was hoping you'd say," Robin purred. "Except that I'd like to take those measures for you!"
"What? I ... I ... what do you mean?"
"Oh, about what you'd suspect I mean," Robin said, leaning back to look up into Ann's dark eyes and smiling roguishly. "I mean I'd like to do it to you! Everything! I'd like to fuck you, to do all the things women can do to each other! Ohhh, darling, I'd like to take you around the world!"
"B-b-but I ... I don't know anything about any of that!" Ann protested. "I wouldn't even know what to do!"
"So? What's to do?" Robin asked, smiling again in that impish, winning way. "I'll do it all, darling, all of it! You won't have to do anything but enjoy-that, and come a lot! Ohhh, please let me do it to you, Ann; I love it so, doing a woman up royally when I'm in this kind of mood! Don't you ever get that way with a man? In a frame of mind where you want to do everything to him, to make him come over and over again, and all without ever coming yourself? Just for the sheer pleasure of feeling him make it, knowing that you're pushing him right to the limit? Sure you have, I can see it in your big, beautiful brown eyes! Well, sometimes I feel the same way about women!"
"I ... I ... oh, I don't know what to say!"
"Don't say anything," Robin advised. "Just follow me over here to the bank and we'll spread out our clothes to lie on and leave it all to me. I know what to do, darling, I know all about it and I'll show you! My God, if I'd known that I was going to meet anybody like you I'd have signed up for a year-long trip, I swear I would!"
Ann found herself being led out of the pool and over to their pile of discarded clothing. She helped Robin arrange their clothes into a kind of pad, enough to protect them from the rough grass, and then lay back upon the makeshift blanket. Robin knelt down beside her and began touching her body with her fingertips. Her face showed her admiration clearly enough and helped Ann reconcile herself to this new style of lovemaking, one which she could still not bring herself to accept completely.
"That was such a great idea, getting your finger all cold like that before putting it in," Robin murmured as she continued to stroke Ann's body. "It's given me all kinds of ideas of my own, ideas about new ways of doing it, new things I can try. I'd like to try rubbing Rog's cock down with snow, so that it would be cold all over just before he puts it in me. Mmmmm, he's so long, it would be like a huge icicle reaching all the way up into my womb! Of course, as hot as he gets, it wouldn't stay cold for very long, but it ought to be a kick for a minute or two!"
"Yes, I've tried that with a man," Ann told her. "And you're right-it's such an incredible feeling. And you can do the reverse, too-you know, hold, an icecube in your mouth for a minute or two before you go down on a fellow. That'll really bring a yelp from him, especially if he's expecting just the ordinary kind of blow-job!"
"I'll bet it would!" Robin exclaimed, smiling happily at the thought. "Oh, Ann, I'm so glad that you're this sort of person, interested in screwing and having fun and all like that! It's going to make the trip ever so much better! Wow, I can hardly wait till, I get out there in the woods somewhere with that Buck! And what about you, though? Would you be interested in trying Roger?"
"I suppose so," Ann said, "but I thought you said he believed that I wasn't very sexy, something like that? Perhaps he wouldn't be quite so eager."
"No, that was just an off-hand impression he'd gotten," Robin told her. "Yesterday he was too interested in getting into me to pay much attention to anyone else; Once I tell him about all the things I've learned about you today he'll be dying to get it on-with you, I can promise you that. And he's always had a kind of thing about handsome women� with nice boobs, so he'll be double-anxious to, make it with you. God, I love these nipples of yours; they're so lovely!"
"And tender, too!" Ann gasped, jerking slightly as the girl's fingertips roamed over her dark, painfully enlarged nipples and., caressed them into even stronger forms of sexual vigor. "Ohhh, God, they're so hard, so hot and tender!"
"Here, I'll make them better for you," Robin said. "And even more appealing!"
She moved one hand down to the junction of Ann's thighs, and probed between them, reaching for the lips of her pussy. Ann opened her legs to the girl's inquisitive touch and moaned softly as she reached into her slit, dragging two fingers along the steaming, liquid-filled furrow of hot flesh. Once she had gathered up a quantity of Ann's lubricious juices, she moved her hand back to Ann's breasts and anointed her nipples with the richly scented pussy drip. Ann writhed about in sensual agony as the girl moistened her breasts with her own sexual oils; the act proved to be immensely stirring and capable of exciting her to the highest degree of lustful desire. Robin wetted her fingers again in her pussy, which was flowing with exceptional vivacity, and anointed the other nipple as well. After she had finished, both Ann's dark nipples were glistening with sexual ointment and looked more appealing than ever.
"Just to make them a little tastier," Robin said.
"And now you must let me go into my masculine routine-I'm dying to do this little number on you!"
Before Ann could inquire into her meaning Robin moved over her and fitted her lithe, supple body between her thighs. She adjusted herself so that her pubis rubbed lightly against Ann's love mound, setting off hearty pangs of sensual exhilaration; Ann unconsciously tilted her pelvis up to bring the lips of her pussy into tight contact with the girl's pubis. She could feel the dainty wisps of Robin's pubic hair brushing against her tender flesh. Although the contact was a very light one, it proved to be capable of inspiring her into paroxysms of lustful eagerness and she moaned softly, hungry for stronger forms of sexual stimulation.
"Yes, I'm going to fuck you!" Robin panted. Her eyes had become very large and now glittered with an almost-inhuman intensity as she began working against Ann, using her pubis to stimulate the woman's vulva. Ann felt a tremor of excited pleasure beat its way through her loins and she pressed herself against the girl with greater intensity. "And you, you're digging it too! I can feel it by the way you're working yourself against me! Do it, Ann; do it harder! Let me help you come!"
To Ann, who had never found herself in that position before or even imagined herself making love with another woman, the situation proved fraught with lustful delight. She became even more highly aroused when Robin bent her face down and began kissing her big, hot-tipped breasts; the girl's tongue lapped greedily at her nipples, still faintly wet with her own pussy's ripe oils. Ann found it natural enough to wrap her legs around the girl's thighs and grip her, exactly as though she were a man; only the sensation of being penetrated differentiated Robin's style of lovemaking from that which she had enjoyed so often before.
Ann's lustfully excited body needed very little stimulation in order to reach the highest levels of erotic desire. Once she had locked her heels together behind the girl's tense, plunging buttocks, she needed only a few powerful grinds of her hips to set off a chain reaction of sexual response within her womb. She fucked herself against Robin's pubis harder when she felt her cunt preparing itself for a new onslaught of orgiastic release and her breasts emitted hearty surges of lustful delight as the girl continued to lick and suck at them. Within a moment or two she felt herself being tom apart by the surging, thundering tide of climactic joy, a burning, all-consuming rush of exultant sexual response that left her weak with spent passion.
Robin was not one to leave a job half-done, however. Ann's pussy had barely given its last, fluttering twitch of orgasmic delight when the girl moved back and rearranged herself on the rumpled clothing. This time, she knelt down beside Ann and bent over her to bring her mouth down close to the apex of her trembling thighs. Still befuddled by the strenuous exertion she had just experienced, Ann did not at first realize what Robin intended doing. Once the girl had begun nuzzling at the tops of her thighs, however, and kissing the exquisitely sensitive flesh at the edges of her muff, she understood.
"Ohhhh, you can't be serious!" Ann whimpered, though even then she could feel the forces of lust kindling themselves once again inside her body. "After a come like that, you can't be serious! You'll kill me, you'll work me to death!"
"Mmmm, you'll see," Robin muttered, scarcely' interrupting her lewd work to speak. "I'm going to-mmmmm!-eat you alive! I'll-oooooh!-get my tongue so far up you you'll have to do it again; I won't let you get away without coming again!"
Despite her astonishment at the girl's fierce, unrelenting sexual drive, Ann could not keep her thighs from opening wider. Working as if of their own accord, her limbs parted to reveal the hot, wet flesh of her pussy more completely to the girl's hungry, fiercely stimulating lips. Within a moment or two Robin's tongue was playing along the edges of her vulva, tracing a course leading directly to even more drastic sexual arousal, and Ann felt her body becoming possessed by yet another storm of concentrated desire. That desire acted upon her in an unusual way: instead of surrendering to its lustful imperative and giving herself up to Robin's powerful caresses, she found that she wanted now to participate more fully, to-become more active. She reached out with her right hand and put it between the girl's thighs, then brought it up to touch Robin's hot slit The steaming flesh welcomed her touch and seemed to radiate hearty throbs of sexuality, with the result that Ann now found herself wanting even more intimate contact with the richly moistened organ.
"L-l-let me do it to you too!" she whimpered. "Get on me, Robin; I want to do it to you too!"
Robin proved that she had no aversion whatever to mutual oral lovemaking, quickly shifting her position and straddling Ann's face with her trimly sculpted thighs. In doing so, she never once altered the easy rhythm of her tongue against Ann's hot vulva. Once they were suitably positioned, they began tonguing each other with a hot, driving fury which quickly lost' all semblance of restraint. Her own pussy throbbing with powerful emanations of lusty eagerness, Ann sought to engender the same kind of arousal between Robin's thighs. Although she had no experience whatever in using her lips and tongue on a woman, she instinctively repeated the kinds of caresses which she had found most pleasing when men employed them on her own pussy. This naive expertise, as it might be called, proved to be exactly the formula needed and within a few moments Robin was grinding her loins down against Ann's face in a hard, driving way that signaled her vast pleasure. Ann continued to work her tongue back and forth between the rim of Robin's vagina and her clitoris, exciting both areas with a commendable zeal, and then had the pleasure of feeling the girl begin to come. At almost the same moment, her own womb exploded once more; Robin's hot, intoxicatingly effective tongue seemed capable of prying into her pussy to an incredible extent and unleashing the most astonishing array of physical reactions, all of them the sort best calculated to release the tension which built up in her womb. The two women sucked each other into a long, trembling climax, one which left them both weak and panting helplessly after they had tumbled apart and regrouped to lie together, arm in arm.
Chapter Six
Ann and Robin roused themselves after a few moments. The mountain air was too fresh for them to be able to spend very much time lying naked, especially if they were not making love-Ann and Robin both agreed that passion had a way of making one oblivious to the coolness of the air-and they stepped back into the pool for a quick wash. They watched each other, unself-conscious, and took a measure of delight in contemplating each other's nakedness. Ann basked in the girl's obvious interest and showed herself off with growing abandon.
"If anyone had told me yesterday that I'd be here this morning, looking at you in this way and thinking about what we've done to each other, I'd have said they were crazy," Ann said. "I still can hardly believe that we did all those things!"
"We did them," Robin said, smiling tenderly.
"Ohhh, how we did them!"
"I wonder what Buck would say if he knew?"
"Oh, he'd probably find it every interesting," Robin mused. "And extremely invigorating, too. A lot of men are like that, you know-seeing two women ball each other, it really turns them on."
"Sometimes I have this simply terrible anal urge," Ann admitted, finding it much easier to confess to that part of her sexual repertoire after Robin had been so frank with her about her own experiences. "I don't think I could stand doing it, with a man any larger than Buck, though. After he's had me that way, I'm generally so sore for a day or two that I can hardly move."
"Yes, Roger's prick is plenty large enough for me," Robin agreed. "Well, perhaps we'll be able to find out about them fairly soon, huh? I mean, you are going to let me have a chance to investigate that luscious hunk of cowboy, aren't you?"
"I couldn't monopolize you entirely," Ann said. "Yes, I'd thought that I'd at least give you that opportunity tomorrow. But that would leave me with Roger, right?"
"You'll like Rog, I'm sure of it," Robin said.
"He's got some of the neatest ways of doing it! And he's just super at using his tongue-I've spent a lot of time in teaching him the best ways of teasing a woman along and then getting her off."
"I take it then, that I should feel free to seduce him?" Ann asked.
"Of course! Good grief, we certainly don't have exclusive claims on each other!"
"Er, will you tell him about ... about all this?"
Ann waved a hand about the pool, obviously meaning to include all that they had done there.
"Oh, yes! It'll make him ever so much hotter knowing that you've been doing it with me," Robin said. She looked at Ann in a way that indicated her astonishment at being asked the question. "Honest! He's always much more interested in making it with a double-gaited woman! Believe me, I've known him long enough to be sure!"
Ann nodded and said that she too would be looking forward to the next day. They walked out of the pool, dressed hurriedly without attempting to dry themselves and rode off. Ann chose a circuitous path that led them to the next camping spot and set the pace in order to ensure that they would arrive in time to set up the camp and prepare a meal well before sunset. Roger and Buck rode up shortly afterward and they settled down with the various chores.
"Buck, how would you like to take Robin tomorrow and make a swing around Deep Creek, up near Indian Crossing?" Ann asked after they had finished their meal. "You could show her the old schoolhouse on the flats, the one up by the mine."
"Okay, sounds good to me," Buck said; favoring Robin with a broad grin. "Camp tomorrow night down at China Spring?"
"That would make a good day's ride," Ann said. "And I'll take Roger around through that valley north of Red Rock-there'll probably be some elk up there. How does that sound?"
"Marvelous," Robin said. She was looking at Buck as she spoke and Ann felt certain that she was already envisaging herself under him, opening her thighs wide to receive his massive length of hot cock. "But if we're going to visit a schoolhouse, perhaps I'd better spend some time tonight brushing up my lessons."
She managed to inject an undercurrent of sensuality into her remark, so that it could be interpreted , as meaning that she was going to devote herself to research into eroticism. That tone was not lost on Buck, Ann saw; he moved about nervously, as though his prick had suddenly developed an alarming stiffness and was pressing against his jeans in a way to make him uncomfortable.
They broke up shortly afterward, having already washed their dishes, and were sleeping within a few moments. Ann felt quite tired, an aftereffect of her strenuous efforts with Robin, and slept soundly until early the next morning. She was up before the sun rose and helped Buck prepare a hearty meal. By seven-thirty they had their equipment loaded onto the pack horses and were ready to go their separate ways.
"How far is it to that valley where you said we might see the elk?" Roger asked as they rode away from the camp.
"Five or six miles," Ann replied. "An hour's ride, probably; it's a fairly rough ride. Why?"
"I'd like to use that hot spring," he said. "I don't want to seem overly fastidious but the idea of a bath sounds very good this morning. Especially a hot one!"
"Sure, it would be easy enough to go by that route," she said, "It'll make for a longer ride but it'll also be an easier one. No problem."
"It would be even better if you were to join me," he said, giving her a bold, knowing look. "I, er, I think that would add a great deal to the trip!"
"Yes, I'd like that too!" Ann said after taking a moment in which to quiet her racing heart and gather herself for a measured, calm reply. "That sounds like a very good idea!"
They exchanged warm, knowing smiles and rode on, confident about each other now. Ann gripped her mount more tightly and drew a sound measure of excitement from gripping the sturdy animal in that fashion; the act of riding had always seemed to her to have a more than passing resemblance to the sexual act and squeezing the animal invariably caused her pussy to swell and ripen with incipient stirrings of lustful emotion. By the time they reached the pool she had worked herself into a hot, dripping state and was ready for anything.
Roger helped her tie up the horses and then enclosed her in a warm, comfortable embrace. She could feel his masculine hardness pressing against her belly and she rubbed against it, letting him know that she was aware of the erotic condition.
After squeezing her powerfully, he stepped back and began removing his clothing. Ann followed suit and became more aroused than ever as she progressively revealed more and more of her body. By the time she had pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, her pussy was aching with a fierce, concentrated passion that could be soothed in only one way. She saw, as Roger peeled down his jeans and cast them aside, that he had exactly the equipment she required for that task: his cock, already bulging and� stiff with lustful excitement, looked to be every bit as large as Buck's, though perhaps not quite as thick as that notably large implement.
"God, you're even lovelier than Robin led me to believe!" he said, running his eyes over her flesh and fondling his prick in a very provocative manner. "You should have heard her describing you last night!"
"She's quite a woman herself," Ann said.
Roger gathered up a bar of soap and extended his other hand to her. They walked into the pool together, seeking out a spot about waist deep, and he lathered her body in a tender, gentle way that she found extremely exciting. Her temperature zoomed up abruptly as his hands worked their way over her body, so that she began trembling with sensual anxiety. His right hand slipped down over her belly, brushing over her pubis, and his middle finger came to rest between the lips of her pussy. Ann moved against him, tilting her hips forward, and found that she could easily rub her clitoris along his finger; doing so also forced the tip of that finger into the rim of her vagina and set off hearty throbs of erotic anguish deep inside her loins.
"Go on, fuck yourself on my finger!" he whispered, sensing the eager desire in her powerfully aroused body. "Do it, Ann, let me get you off in my hand!"
She needed no more encouragement than that. His finger was already igniting a fuse of desperately awakened flesh between her thighs and she plunged against him, fucking away with a hard, driving intensity. He held his hand rock-steady so that she could set up her own rhythm and work against it at her own pace, a strategy that suited her exactly. His cock jutted out and brushed against her buttock as he stood close to her right side but she was nearly unaware of its presence; all her concentration was becoming focused on her pussy and his aptly placed hand. Ann needed only a couple of moments in which to bring the passion in her body to a fine, quivering peak and after that a couple more hard, throbbing jogs of her hips were enough to unleash the storm center of emotion gathered in her womb.
"Oooh! Ugghh!" she grunted as the torrent of orgiastic feeling gushed from her cunt. "Omigod, I'm-agghhh!-I'm coming already!"
Roger continued to hold his hand in that superbly convenient spot, never altering his stance in the slightest. He allowed her to fuck herself into a series of highly satisfying spasms and seemed to enjoy the feel of her hot, convulsively grasping pussy against his hand. The rim of her cunt, drawn tight with lusty feeling, nipped repeatedly at his fingertip; he did not attempt to penetrate her more deeply, not even at the height of her long, shattering climax. Finally her hips slowed their frantic thrusting and she leaned against him more heavily, drawing deep breaths into her lungs and shaking her head to dispel the cobwebs of post-orgiastic shock.
"Mmmmm, that was a honey!" she whispered. "And what's that I feel against my hip back there? It seems to me that I owe you one this time!"
"No need for that," he said, withdrawing his hand from between her thighs and bringing it up to cup one of her luscious breasts. "There's plenty of time to get me off."
"Yes, but I want to do it now," she said.
Ann turned to face him more directly. For the, first time, she was able to look at his cock with something like clarity; earlier her vision had been clouded over by the pressing, drastic hunger at the base of her belly. She now saw that his prick was a very fine article indeed. Perhaps it was not quite as thick as Buck's magnificent plunger, she decided, but it was every bit as long. Reaching down with her right hand, she wrapped her fingers around the stiff, dark shaft and squeezed. The tool was bone-hard and very hot. Hearty gusts of passion flowed from his cock through her hand, so that she was again being consumed by waves of lewd desire. Looking down to watch, she slowly drew the foreskin back and exposed the head, which proved to be a very large one; her blood boiled with feverish eagerness as she saw the loose skin roll back and reveal the big, dark plum of soft flesh crowning the big shaft.
"It's so beautiful!" she whispered. "So lovely and dark and hot! Mmmm, just made for fucking the life out of a woman!"
"I'd rather think of it as capable of fucking life into her," he said. "But I'll take that as a compliment nevertheless."
Ann edged him into shallower water. As soon as his balls were above the waterline, she knelt down in front of him and took the head of his luscious cock into her mouth. A paralyzing jolt of sensual electricity pulsed through her nervous system when she felt that warm, tender flesh against her tongue. Groaning with eagerness, she forced her lips farther down the big shaft, so that the head dipped into her throat. She continued going down on him until her lips brushed into the mass of dark, matted fur growing around the tool's base; every inch of his cock was now in her mouth and the head had plunged far down her throat. Her tongue curled around the stiff shaft, gripping it strongly, and she began working her head back and forth to generate additional friction against that big, flaring head. She could feel it working up and down in her throat, creating almost as much physical reaction as if it had been inside her heated cunt.
"God, I want that!" she murmured after pulling her head back and disengaging her hot mouth from the tool. "I want all of it, in me all the way up!"
She impulsively rose to her feet and turned to put her back to him, then bent forward at the waist. He understood her purpose and cooperated beautifully, bellying, up to her rump and guiding the broad rimmed head of his prick into place between her trim buttocks. The tool seemed to be drawn irresistibly to the moist, lust-darkened lips of her pussy; it glided between them almost of its own volition and angled up to nudge the taut, excitingly aroused vaginal opening. He paused for a moment, holding the big knobby tip against that juicy crevice: Ann let him know that she wanted it inside her body by rocking back against, him in a way that forced the mouth of her cunt to move around his prick's head.
"Oooh, you're so tight!" he burst out, as his , cock slipped into the tensely, excited opening. "Robin was right; you're wonderful!"
Once again Ann felt grateful for having learned how to exercise the muscles surrounding her cunt. Though the trick had proved elusive for a time, she had kept at it until she had mastered the knack of controlling those muscles and she had then devoted herself to a conscientious exercise program aimed at keeping her cunt as tight and lively as possible. Men appreciated that youthful firmness in her, flesh, she knew, and Robin had also remarked upon it, further endearing herself to Ann for being so observant. Roger now tested the resilience of the sensual opening and found it very much to his liking, as he proceeded to make abundantly clear.
He fed his prick into her in slow, gradual stages that made the penetration far more enjoyable to her. Bent over as she was, she could feel the massive bolt sliding home with exquisite clarity; every nerve ending in her body seemed to be charged with extra feeling. He continued to press the stiff, hot flesh into her and then plunged the final inch home: Ann's lips formed a voluptuous sigh, of pleasure when she felt his pubic hair scrape against her vulva, giving her another kind of stimulation and further strengthening her desire to have him more completely.
"But you wouldn't want to continue that way," he said' after, a moment, when he had begun pulling his prick from her pussy. "I've got a feeling that you'll wanting a face-to-face kind of fuck when you get ready for the real thing."
"You're right," she confirmed. "Although I certainly wouldn't mind if you decided you wanted to get off in a hurry; you can go ahead and fuck yourself into a come right now if you like. There isn't much that's sexier than feeling a man go off inside you!" She straightened up and turned around to take his prick in her hand once more; the slippery wetness it had collected while inside her cunt gave it a far more erotic feel and she now felt stronger waves of physical desire pouring out from her pussy. "Let's go over to the bank, and get comfortable, shall we? God, I don't know if I can wait that long, though?"
She retained her grip on his cock as they waded over to the nearest bank. Again she helped a prospective lover spread clothing to make a ground cover and she paused for a moment, struck by the strange coincidence.
"Anything wrong?" he asked, sensing her hesitation.
"No, not really," she said. "I was just wondering how often a woman has done this, spreading clothes out and all, for two days in a row, once with a woman and then the next day that woman's brother! It's a weird thought, you know?"
"I really envied Robin when she told me about it last night," he said. "I don't recall ever hearing her talk more enthusiastically about a woman. You really impressed her, through and through."
"God, I couldn't believe the things we did!" Ann exclaimed, suddenly aroused even more by those memories. "Or how good it all was! Er, if it isn't 'too personal, just how did she go about telling you?"
"When I was lying over her with my prick about three-fourths of the way up her cunt," he said. "We often talk about really sexy things while I'm inside her. Often she masturbates, especially if I'm the one doing the telling. I like doing it that way, so that I can feel her come while I'm relatively unexcited."
"That must be such a divinely sexual feeling," Ann murmured. "Having your cock up a woman, being able to feel her come, I'd like that! And it ought to be especially good with her, she's got such a tight, active little pussy on her!"
"It would be as good with you," he said. "I could feel your pussy working a few minutes ago, when I had my finger partially in you, remember? That was very exciting too, you know!"
She finished spreading the clothes out and turned around to lie back upon them. Her knees came up, almost of their own accord and she tilted them apart, deliberately slowing her pace to make the act more exciting still for Roger, who knelt down at her feet and watched closely. Seeing that he was strongly interested in the view, Ann now reached down with her hands to display her slit more openly. Her fingertips brushed over her vulva and then came down along the edges of the ripe, dark slit. She slowly pulled the raw, sorely inflamed flesh apart and exposed the inner lips more completely.
"Lovely! What an incredibly beautiful pussy!" he breathed. "Robin was right, you know; you're as handsome as any woman I ever saw!"
Ann knew that he was referring to her pussy and his compliment made her almost sick with sexual excitement. She wanted to claw at herself, to plunge her fingers deep into her cunt, to finger fuck herself in a hard, brutal fashion that would release the new bundle of hot, aching lust which had taken refuge deep inside her cunt. She refrained from doing so, naturally, and endured his examination, knowing that he would soon provide her with a deep, vigorous kind of stimulation that would send her mind and body reeling with wonder.
She half-expected him to kiss her pussy but he held back. His eyes burned into the amazingly tender slit with great force, so that she could almost feel the weight of his gaze upon her flesh. He did not attempt to use his mouth on her pussy, however, and after looking at her a moment longer he moved up over her body. She welcomed that decision rapturously and reached down with both hands to take his prick and guide it down between the lips of her pussy. It had become even harder, she thought, as well as appreciably harder, and she had to push hard at the big rod in order to get it depressed to the proper angle for entry. She rubbed the soft head up and down against the lips of her pussy, stroking them tenderly with the sensual bludgeon, and nearly cried out with agonized pleasure as it transmitted new charges of erotic pleasure to her flesh.
Ann did not expect him to wait long in order to prolong the anticipation, nor did she want him to do so. He shared her eagerness to get on with it and as soon as she had positioned the head of his hard cock against the mouth of her cunt, he began pushing it into place. He did so with a breathtaking gentleness that made the penetration far more arousing. Her pussy, tense and hot with lustful intensity, ached even harder when she felt him begin to dilate the finely drawn opening. She held herself motionless and concentrated on the act, hoping to note and file away every morsel of sensation which his big prick provided her.
"Oooooohhh-ugghh!" she moaned, twitching about as he opened her wider and forced the head of his cock into the mouth of her cunt. "Mmmmm! So big, so big and hot!"
"You're as hot and tight as any woman I ever had!" he panted. "Damn, I've fucked� people in the ass who weren't as tight as you are! Take it, Ann, take my cock and fuck it as hard as you can!"
She needed no such encouragement, of course; as soon as the big, mushroom shaped tip of his prick had fully pierced the mouth of her cunt and begun its inward trip to the center of her sexual consciousness she began twisting and writhing about. Her slightest motion set off skyrockets of fleshly joy within her womb and inspired her into ever-stronger gyrations. She dug her heels into the hollows at the back of his knees arid pushed up with her hips, impaling, herself further upon his big tool; the ensuing shock of lustful delight nearly took her breath away with its raw power. Again she swung her hips from side to side and thus accentuated the tool's presence within her cunt: a low, whimpering cry of ecstatic release ripped its way from her throat.
The hurricane of sexual feeling mounted to a quick peak within her cunt. She continued to fuck away in that totally abandoned style until the sensations overwhelmed her and even after her brain had dissolved in a blood-red cloud of lustful feeling she still twitched and heaved beneath him. He fucked his prick into her with an easy, tender motion that made its presence far more effective. Since he still had complete control over his emotions, he was able to hold back his own climax and thus could enjoy her pussy's frantic, spasmodic clutching all the more fully. When Ann recovered her senses enough to have some degree of awareness, she found that he was still working his cock back and forth inside her with that same rhythm and she at once suspected that he had not yet come.
"No, I've still got my load," he said when she asked him if he had come. "But don't worry, Ann; I'm enjoying all this too much� to bother with get� ting my rocks off just yet! Mmmm, I love the way you work!"
He seemed to be intent upon fucking her into an� other climax but after a few moments he slowed his easy thrusting and held himself motionless above her. Looking down in a very knowing, compassionate way, he asked her if she would rather shift positions and engage in another form of lovemaking.
"I'm dying to go down on you," he told her. "Just looking at that pussy of yours was enough to make me want to eat it alive and listening to Robin last night, when she was telling me about how hot and juicy you are, how tasty and responsive, that makes me want it even more. Let me do it to you with my tongue, please?"
"The only reason I'm holding back," she told him, "is because your cock feels so good rammed up inside me like that! But it'll be almost as good in my mouth, I know that, and besides then I'll be able to feel your lips against my pussy, so I guess it'll be even better that way!"
They quickly reversed themselves on the rumpled clothes and assumed the new position. Roger lay on his side and pushed his face in between her thighs which she opened without the least sign of reluctance; she knew that her pussy had become strongly aroused and that his strong fucking action had probably churned the ripe, hot oils into a sensual lather. She told herself however that he was experienced enough to be aware of that condition and that he would not ask her for the favor if he did not really want it. Ann therefore presented him with her pussy and felt no compunctions about doing so.
She found that his cock had become even more appealing after having been rammed up her steaming cunt. The taste of her pussy's ripe, slippery oils gave added encouragement to her lips and tongue so that she began eating his prick with greater zest. He showed that he liked her mouth's action flexing his hips and beginning to thrust into her lips with that same slow, thoughtful style of fucking he had used earlier when he had been driving his cock into the heated maw of her cunt. Ann. tilted her head back to make it easier for him' to fuck the big rod straight down her throat. Within a few moments he had pushed every inch of the shaft between her lips and had filled her mouth almost to the bursting point with his hot, stiff meat.
At the same time he had been using his own lips and tongue to stroke her pussy into an even-greater state of sexual agitation. Ann saw at once that he had learned his sister's lessons amazingly well and that he had developed his oral lovemaking skills to a very fine degree. She also detected a marked change of pace in his own style of fucking, one which told her that his climax was not far off, and she devoted herself to bringing him to as heated and excited a condition as she could. She knew exactly how to play on a man's sensitivities and tease his cock into a state of heated, throbbing readiness and she spared no effort in doing so at that moment. Within a short time she heard him grunt harshly and felt him begin fucking her mouth with short, incredibly violent strokes that signaled the final phase of his stimulation: she used her tongue to caress the big, blossoming head of his cock and sought to provoke him into an especially violent display of manly lust.
Ann's reward came in the form of an exceptionally long and fulsome ejaculation. He tongue fucked her frantically when his prick began spurting out those fantastic jets of hot, thick love-cream and she worked her ass back and forth against his face with additional fury. Ann sucked and swallowed hard, finding it difficult to keep up with the pace of his balls, but she managed to take every drop of his load. The raw, savage taste of hot come spurred her loins into stronger states of arousal and thus prepared her for a long, shattering climax of her own. His tongue never stopped its highly effective work, not even at the height of his orgasm, and she soon felt the blissful thunderclap of sexual release that made it seem as though her cunt were going to fall apart. Ann gave herself up entirely to the voluptuous pleasure of the climax and continued sucking at his cock until she could no longer move.
Chapter Seven
Buck had not ridden a quarter-mile with Robin that morning before he was certain that she had developed a strong desire to have his prick pushed deep into her body. Even apart from the darting, coquettish glances she directed toward him with those mysteriously glinting dark eyes, he could feel hearty waves of pure sexuality moving outward from her. Merely riding close to her was enough to put hearty throbs of sexual anticipation running through his prick, he found, and soon he had to move about in his saddle to readjust the rapidly swelling rod within his jeans.
"How much farther to that schoolhouse?" Robin asked, catching his movement and interpreting it correctly. "I mean, in terms of time?"
"Six, seven miles on," he said. "About an hour, I guess. Just about time enough to take the edge off the horses. Why? You anxious to get started back. to school?"
"Of course," she said, smiling. "Mustn't keep the class waiting, you know! The schoolma'arm must be on time."
"Yeah, that's reasonable enough," he said. "So you're gonna be the teacher, huh?"
"Oh, I've heard it said that in any truly education situation the teaching and learning go on simultaneously," she remarked, making her words convey a horde of different meanings, some of them quite provocative.
"True enough," Buck said. "A good teacher, she might very well learn as much from the students as they learn from her. Some cases, a lot more-depending on what the subject matter was. That can make all the difference in the world."
"I know," Robin said, understanding him and playing up to his style. "I would make sure that I concentrated on the subjects that we were all interested in."
"That's the best way," he said, grinning softly. "That way, even if they know it all already, why even the homework's interesting. And the reviewing, going back over all the old stuff you already know, that can be real nice too, sometimes. Yeah, I don't think you'd have much trouble keeping a class on their toes, all primed and ready to go!"
They continued that line of bantering innuendo all the way to the schoolhouse. The little building, a half-century or more old, was no more than a small box made of stone, mortared into place; part of the roof was in danger of falling in and the windows had been stripped down to the frames. Buck tethered their horses outside and led the way inside, kicking the door open loudly to frighten away any vermin which might be inside. Satisfied that they were alone in the little building, he stepped through the doorway and motioned Robin inside. They found a small room, dusty and in an advanced state of decay. Three benches, each about eight feet in length, and a rough table were the only furniture in the building. He whipped off his battered hat and dusted off a bench, then performed the same service for the table before sitting back on the bench he had cleaned.
"Okay, teacher, let's have it," he said. "What's going to be the subject?"
Robin strode around to the table and put it between them. She carried a small switch she had earlier plucked from a bush and now used it to drum on the tabletop as she looked around the room.
"The subject this morning," she announced, adopting a sever tone and a prim, upright stance, "is deportment. In particular, the behavior of the students toward each other. You, Buck Tillman! For example, what were you whispering to Rebecca Jameson a moment ago, when I walked into the classroom? Speak up, now!"
"Aw, I was just asking her if she got any last night," Buck said, doing a surprisingly good job of playing a bashful schoolboy. "It wasn't nothing to do with school."
"Well? What did she tell you?"
"Said she just reamed it out with her finger, that's all. I was telling her that I could fill her a lot fuller than her finger ever could!"
"Ah, so you really believe you could do that, eh?" Robin did not so much as blink during their exchanges. "Suppose you just prove your statement, if you don't mind!"
"Prove it?" he asked, affecting an adolescent dumbness.
"You heard me correctly," she said. "Stand up here in front of the class and let us judge whether you're capable of performing such a feat. You needn't affect that bashful air; I know very well that you've had it in most of the girls in this room!"
"Yeah, I've sure 'nough done that," he said, slowly rising to his feet. "All of them except Rosie, over there; she always says it's way too big for her, so she won't do nothing but give me a hand-job. And you, I ain't had it in you, teach!"
He unfastened the front of his faded, skin-tight jeans and slowly lowered them, allowing his prick to swing forth freely. The tool was half-erect, just the right condition for swinging back and forth freely. It had achieved almost its full length and had become very thick, though it still swung down at a forty-five degree angle below the horizontal. Robin's dark eyes glittered more hotly when she beheld the size and girth of that lewdly shaped implement. Buck made the display even more sexual by grasping the head between his thumb and forefinger in order to peel back the foreskin; he did so with a slow, tempting ease that made the act far more suggestive.
"Hmmmm," Robin said, not stirring a muscle but eyeing his cock very carefully. "I don't believe that it's quite gotten its full growth. It wouldn't be fair, perhaps, if we reached a decision on the basis of so poorly developed an erection, would it?"
"Nope, I reckon not," he said, still playing the cornpone role he had chosen. "Want me to get it up all the way?"
"Yes, suppose you do that," Robin said. Her voice had become softer but far more intense, showing that she was far from as unaffected as she pretended. "Bring it, all the way up! Get it as hard and hot as you can!"
"Okay, I'll get it just about the way it was this morning," he said. "When I fucked it up Angie Walker's hot little pussy!"
Robin watched without moving, as he masturbated himself into a full-scale erection. Her eyes became still more intensely focused on his cock, which she watched closely, and her cheeks flushed slightly. A very close observer could have seen her trimly molded breasts rising and falling more definitely as she sucked in breaths of air.
"I believe we might have to concede you that point," Robin finally said, when he dropped his hand away and his prick reared out with a violent, throbbing urgency. "I should think it very likely indeed that you could put more meat into Rebecca's pussy with that big thing than she could do with her fingers! And I can also see why Rosie might feel a little hesitant about letting you fuck her, too!"
"How about if you was to prove it to her?" Buck asked. "You know, show her that a woman can take one this size and not feel any the worse for it! I bet you had a lot more cock than this crammed up that sweet, hot pussy of yours, teach!"
"I, er, I wouldn't bet on that," Robin said, her voice nearly cracking with tension. "That's a pretty formidable tool you have there! But I suppose I, ought to go along with you, just to prove the point to Rosie. Or perhaps you'd rather have another girl in the class help you? Rebecca, there, she looks as though she'd gladly spread her legs out wide for you! And Angie, I believe, might be about ready for a second helping too!"
"Aw, I done fucked them both till it ain't no fun no more," Buck said. "I'd a whole lot rather stick it up your cunt, teach! Anyhow, I got me a funny little feeling that you might know a whole lot more about fucking and all that good stuff than Angie 'n Rebecca 'n all them others put together!"
"My God, you are the bold one!" Robin said, affecting a maidenly gasp and managing to look startled. "You're proposing that we fuck right here in front of the whole class? All of them? Right here and now?"
"Sure, it'll be good for the girls," Buck said. "They see how a real woman carries on when she feels the meat going in, they'll know more about how to act themselves. And the boys, shit, it'll help them out too!"
"I believe that you just might have yourself a point there," Robin said. "Very well, I'll go along with your suggestion. Just for the educational benefit for the others, mind you!"
"Sure, just for the educational benefit," he said, grinning lewdly.
Robin unfastened the front of her own jeans, her fingers trembling with excitement, and slowly pushed them down to her knees. She was not wearing panties and her shirt did not hang far enough to obscure the dark vee of fur growing at the base of her belly. After pushing down her jeans, she turned and leaned over the desk, tilting her buttocks up in the air and leaning on her forearms.
Buck now moved into place behind her; He reached out to caress her, hips softly; his fingers moved over her soft, satin-smooth flesh and set off bouts of uncontrollable shuddering within her body. Gradually his hands moved closer to the cleft of her buttocks and then between the cheeks, seeking out the dark, wet slit they enclosed. Robin gasped with shock as his fingers moved over the lips of her pussy and stroked the hotly aroused organ into greater pulsations of excited pleasure. He tested her clitoris with a light, teasing stroke; once he had ascertained its degree of extreme hardness and had heard the low, whimpering gasp of agonized delight which the contact had brought he refrained from touching her there again. Instead he concentrated on working a stubby forefinger in between the moist, overheated lips of her pussy and testing the cunt opening he found there.
"Oooooh!" she moaned, stiffening her body and thrusting her hips back at him in a tense, quivering gesture of approval. "Do it! God, I love it like that!"
"Yes,m, I'll do it," he said, moving around more directly to her rear. "I'll sure do it. I always do just like the teacher says! Here, see how a little cock feels when it's rammed in between them hot little lips and up against the mouth of that cunt!"
He had flexed his knees already, allowing his prick to angle upward and thus to penetrate the taut opening his finger had earlier plumbed. He cautiously guided the big, purple head of the instrument up into place and rubbed it slowly against her vulva for a moment, gradually working it into place between the hot, love-slick petals of furiously aroused flesh. Robin gasped again, betraying even more excitement, when she felt that broad-rimmed tip rubbing against the very mouth of her cunt.
"Stick it in me, damn you!" she grated. "Are you going to make this demonstration last all day? If you don't intend to fuck me, then you can get out of the way and I'll have another boy in the class make this demonstration!"
"I'll do it," he said, "I surely will. I just wanted to let my dick get a little better acquainted with that pussy of yours. See, he always fucks a lot better once he's had a good sniff of what it is he's supposed to be fucking! And from the way it feels, I'd Ii guess that he's really going to be cranked up and ready to let go with a big shot, once it's all the way inside you! Jesus, you're even tighter'n Ruth Havermann was when I popped her cherry last week! Unngghhhhl God damn, I love to feel a good, tight, hot pussy going up around the head of my dick! Whooo-eeee, that's even better'n that little Jersey heifer I was fucking yesterday morning!"
"Shut up and fuck!" Robin muttered. "Omigod, you're so fucking big, so thick! Oooooh, you're stretching my pussy so! Easy, damn you, easy! You'll tear my cunt all to pieces if you try pushing it all the way in all at once!"
She did not need to caution him; he had no intention of sheathing all his prick in her cunt at once. Instead, he fed the big, stiff shaft into her inch by inch, taking plenty of time in doing so and moving his hips about to make the gentle, teasing thrusts even more drastically effective. Robin held her ground, not moving at all; she was concentrating entirely upon the vast array of stimulating sensations which accompanied the slow but seemingly irresistible progress of his cock as he forced it farther up her vaginal canal. The broad-rimmed head dug into the walls of that lubricious channel and scored them heavily, causing her to gasp and quake even more decisively; each slow thrust seemed to unlock a new storehouse of lustful feeling until her entire body was humming with erotic vibrations.
"Ooooh, I can't believe it!" she whispered, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the forces beginning to shape themselves in her womb. "My God, it's so big! So hot and hard! Mmmmmm, it's making me want to come all over, it's making my pussy ache like it's never ached before! Fuck it up me, Buck, fuck it all the way up me and come! I'm dying to feel your balls shooting the come out! I want to feel it spraying all over the inside of my cunt! Do it, Buck, do it!"
He did not answer, having already lapsed into a dazed state of utter concentration as he worked the final few inches of his prick into her pussy. He found, very much to his pleasure, that she was every bit as tight deep inside as she had been at the rim of her cunt and he grunted heavily as he speared deeper and forced the last bit of cuntal tissue apart. When he had completely thrust into her and had his pubic hair pressing hard into the lips of her pussy, the head of his cock was nudging her cervix and was throbbing steadily, causing her to gulp and pant with greater fervor.
"Shit, that's the way a pussy's supposed to feel!" he gasped. "God damn, I can't hold it back any longer, Robin; I've got to let go with my cream!"
"Let it go!" she instantly replied, emphasizing the urgency of her request by contracting the muscles around her vagina and causing that organ to grasp his cock in an especially strenuous fashion. She made the gesture even more erotically compelling by twitching her rump from one side to another, thereby exerting even more pressure against his deeply planted prick. "God, let it come! Shoot your nuts off, I want to feel it happen! Do it, Buck, do it now!"
His thighs drew up into knots of hard, quivering muscle as he tensed himself for the final moments. Shuddering heavily, he drove his prick up into her cunt one more time, spearing deep, and held himself closely against her as her tight, hot flesh squeezed the climax from his balls. His cock gave a quick, violent pulsation and then burst into eruption, spewing out huge clots of steaming sperm and shooting the load directly into the mouth of her womb. Robin screamed aloud when she felt that massive hulk spring into life inside her cunt. His ejaculation was as fierce and stinging as any she could remember feeling and the ecstatic surge of sexual pleasure quickly turned her loins into a quagmire of throbbing, heated response. After the first hearty spurt of come, he withdrew half his prick from her cunt and then slammed it back into place. His trembling, eager lunge naturally heightened the friction against his cock and he blasted another serving of come into her womb with even greater violence. Robin's ass twitched furiously as his prick swelled up and then exploded with new fury, expelling a hearty globule of passionately heated semen into her tenderest parts.
"Ohhhhh, God I can't stand it!" she whimpered, throwing her hips back against his belly to make the pleasure still more compelling. "So big, so hard and thick! I can ... agghhhhhhh! Omigod, you're fucking the come out of me, you're doing it to me now, you're-unnnggghhhhhh! Agghhhhhhh! Owwwwwwww!
Her climax burst from her womb with awesome quickness, taking her by complete surprise and leaving her speechless for a moment. He could feel the quick, spasmodic contractions of her cunt as her nervous system reacted of its own volition, signaling the onset of her overwhelming pleasure. Every ensuing thrust of his prick thus worked in perfect sensual harmony with her body's own display of pleasure, thereby ensuring that both of them reached the heights of sexual release together. Again and again he slammed into her, fucking deep with every stroke, and he did not stop until the sensations became so powerful that he could no longer continue.
"My God, you fuck like a demon!" she finally gasped. "I suppose that ought to be enough to convince Rosie that you aren't too large for a woman, eh? In fact, just the opposite-much more like the perfect dimensions, I should say!"
"Oh, that Rosie's a hard-headed little bitch," he said. "It's going to take a lot more than just one fuck to convince her of something like that! Her little pussy, it's so tight that she cries like a baby if you put anything bigger'n your little finger up her cunt! Yeah, we're sure gonna have to prove it to her a couple more times!"
"Well, I suppose there is something to be said for obstinacy after all!" Robin said. "Yes, this is one time where I can really say something in its favor! God, I couldn't believe it when you started creaming! Mmmm, so strong, so virile! And still hard, I notice-yes, very pleasingly hard! Does that thing ever go down?"
"Oh, sure, it'll go down," he said. "You just have to talk to it right, convince it that it's had enough for one day. I got a feeling that you'll know just what to say to it, somehow!"
"Yes, I just might have the answers," Robin admitted. "Oooooh, I hate to ask you to pull it out, but if you were to withdraw, we could shift our selves about a little and I could, er, use a somewhat different style of language!"
"Yeah, and maybe get some of these clothes off?" he suggested. "This business of dropping your jeans and shoving it in, that's okay for a time, but after a while a feller gets to wanting it a little better!"
"Yes, that is rather high schoolish," she said. "Mmmmm, but there wasn't anything high schoolish about that prick you were shoving into me! That was post-graduate level, at least!"
"Well, shucks ma'am," he drawled, dropping back into his cornpone role, "that li'l pussy of yours, it just put that li'l Jersey heifer of Paw's right in the shade, I swear it did!"
"You bastard, I'll bet you never came within miles of fucking a cow," Robin said, though she chortled at his humor.
He drew back from her and slowly extracted his prick from, her flesh. She sighed wistfully as the tool slipped out of her cunt's tight grasp: As soon as it had left her cunt, she turned around to sit, on the edge of the table, keeping her thighs clamped tightly together, and extended her feet to him. He tugged off her boots and then slipped her jeans off too, leaving her with only a shirt, which she, quickly began, unbuttoning. Buck then began removing his own clothing and within a moment they were both stark naked. Robin had brought both her feet up onto the table's edge as soon as she had removed, her shirt and had begun toying with her foaming slit, rubbing her fingers, in the dripping stream of semen with obvious relish and smearing it over her vulva. Buck, watched her, for a moment, grinning and then moved forward to plant himself directly in front of her. He pushed his cock into place, rudely brushing her fingers aside, and began rubbing it over her vulva.
"Get it wet and juicy," she whispered. "Dip it in that mess again and gather up a big load. And then you can let me suck it!"
''I thought you might like a wet one," he told her. "Jesus, you were just tearing my balls apart! I thought I'd never quit coming!"
"You, did have yourself quite a nice load," she said. "I love that, when a man can shoot off a really strong one, the way you did just now-that feels so good, squirting out so powerfully! Oh, yes, my God, yes! Push it up inside! Oooh, I love the way it stretches me out so big! Mmmm, now for the good part!"
As soon as he had pressed the head of his cock into her pussy once more, sinking the head into the tight little tunnel behind the vaginal rim, he withdrew and she leaned over onto her side. Her fingers continued to play against her pussy as she readied herself for his cock; her face was very near the table's edge and he had only to move a few feet in order to present the wet, semen-smeared tool to her lips. Robin's lips opened easily and she readily accepted the juicy offering. An expression of blissful sensuality spread over her face as the strong, raw taste of fucking soaked into her consciousness; her tongue gripped his prick eagerly and rubbed along its length. He pushed farther into her mouth and she took all of it, tilting her head back to give it more freedom with which to penetrate her throat. Her tongue continued to lap at the thick shaft and her mouth sucked harder as he began fucking back and forth.
Buck was not content to adopt even that passive role. After giving her a few more moments in which to suck at his prick, he pulled back altogether and moved around the table once more. This time he knelt down at her rump and leaned forward to brush his bearded cheeks over her buttocks. Robin understood the meaning of his shift and rolled onto her back once more. Her trim, firmly molded buttocks hung over the table's edge and she had to draw her knees up to her firm little breasts, looping both forearms around them to steady herself. This meant that her pussy was now pointing almost straight up at the ceiling and peeping out shyly from between her thighs. He had only to lean forward in order to plant his lips on that fervently moistened slit, which now glistened wetly with an exciting mixture of feminine love oils and rich, thick sperm.
Within a minute Buck had established to her absolute satisfaction that he had no aversion whatever to putting his tongue into a pussy which he had just fucked and had irrigated with so profuse a shower of come. His tongue played over her vulva with light, tantalizing strokes that quickly strengthened the gusts of lusty emotion playing through her loins. After a moment he increased that effect still more by gently sliding the index finger of his right hand into the mouth of her cunt; Robin sighed as the finger slid home and she began twisting about on the table's edge to make the finger's effects still more noticeable.
"Oooch! Do it, do it harder!" she hissed as his tongue moved up to slip over her clitoris. "Oooooh, it's so hard, so hot and sensitive! Do it to me with your tongue! Lick me, lick me off! My God your finger! It's making me want to come all over myself again! Ugghh! Ahhhhhhh!"
Buck avoided giving her too much stimulation at anyone time. Instead he varied his approach and made sure that her loins gradually accumulated a drastic charge of lustful passion. Her face became distorted with passion and her dark eyes filled with unshed tears as she worked against his mouth and finger. He withdrew his index finger slightly and then penetrated her again, this time with the index and middle fingers held closely together; she groaned aloud as the two fingers spread her tight, hotly awakened flesh still more.
"God, you're trying to kill me!" she grunted. "You bastard, you want to get me so fucking hot I won't be able to come at all! Unnngghhhhh! God, I'll die when I begin to come, I'll split in two right down the middle! Ohhhhh, shit, I'm dying to come, I can't stand it, I've got to get it out of my-agghhhh! Owwwwww!"
Buck played with her pussy like a virtuoso tuning his instrument for a concert performance. Working with great care, he eased his middle finger from her cunt and repositioned it against her anus. That orifice, deeply flushed with passionate arousal, proved to be highly sensitive and Robin welcomed the teasing, strongly suggestive presence. Her pussy's hot, slippery oils had dripped down from the cunt opening to give her asshole plenty of lubrication and his finger, already wet and slippery, easily penetrated that taut, resilient little opening.
"Omigod, you can't be-ugghhhh!-your finger, it's going up my-ahhhhh!-I love it, I love it when you do it like that, I can't stand it, you're making me want to-ahhh! Unnngghhhh!-ohhhh, your finger's up my ass and I'm-aiiieeeeeee!"
Buck continued to work his two fingers back and forth within the twin openings. At the same time, he concentrated his tongue's exhilarating work on her clitoris, which had become even more darkly flushed with sensual fire, and soon had her jerking about wildly. He worked his fingers deeper into her cunt and asshole, steadily flicking the tip of his tongue against the shaft of her clitoris, and shortly afterward felt the first electrifying pulsation of orgiastic release tear through her loins. Her anal sphincter worked with prodigious strength against his finger as her climax blossomed into a cyclone of lustful delight. Again and again the hearty convulsions wracked her body until she could no longer move.
"Ahhhh, that was so fine!" she whispered a few minutes later, when he had straightened up and was again teasing her pussy's lips with the head of his prick. "I couldn't believe how strong it was! Usually the second come's a lot weaker for me but this time, it was just a ball-breaker, a real wrecker! God, I could feel it all the way up into my hair, down in my toes!"
"Aw, shucks, ma'am, I bet you say that to all the kids!"
"Oh damn you, you aren't such a country hick as you make out to be," she snorted. "You've been somewhere else, you must have been! Rude country louts don't know how to eat pussy, how to tease a woman along the way you do! Ann was telling me about you, about how you dropped out of college somewhere and took up the rough life, you can't fool me."
"Yeah, you're right," he nodded. "But I ain't a college kid any longer."
"Right! You're a cowboy with a hard-on," she said. "And such a delicious-looking hard-on! I can see that I'm going to have to work a lot more to get that big thing brought down to size!"
"Yeah, but I've got a feeling that it's the kind of work you like best."
"And that," she said, "is certainly the gospel truth if ever it was spoken! Yes, I'm going to love every minute of this!"
Chapter Eight
Ann had deliberately chosen a campsite for that afternoon which was no more than fifteen miles from its predecessor. She reasoned that if she and Roger hit it off together, they would have that much more time to spend in amorous pursuits. If they proved to be less compatible than she had hoped and expected, they could take a circuitous route to the campsite and indulge in sightseeing along the way. As it turned out, she could have spent every minute of that day beside the hot spring with Roger; he was a ravishingly effective lover, inventive and possessed with amazing stamina. When she finally forced herself away from him for the last time that afternoon, they were nearing the absolute limit she had earlier set for their stay at the pool. Buck and Robin arrived at the campsite a few minutes after she and Roger got there and she saw at once that he and the girl had generated a great deal of passion between themselves during the day.
"You were right about him," Robin said as soon as she had stepped down from her saddle. "Hung like a stallion and oh, so very, very horny! My God, Roger, I think he's nearly worn blisters on me!"
"No doubt he's been taking some lessons from Ann," Roger replied, equally forthright about his own exploits of the day. "She's everything you said, Robin, and more!"
"Oh, you two!" Ann sputtered. "You're making me sound like the Great Whore of the Rocky Mountains! I'll be blushing next!"
"If you're the Great Whore," Buck said, "then you'd sure better watch out, Ann, because that little lady right there can sure run you a tight race!"
"Yes, she is a passionate thing, isn't she?" Ann said, looking at Robin with special interest. "But Roger's a jewel too!"
"I take it, then, that we're all fairly impressed with each other," Robin said. "And now that we've got that established, suppose we see about getting a meal together? I don't know about the rest of you, but there's something about an extended bout of fucking and sucking that really gets me hungry."
Roger and Buck volunteered to act' as co-chefs that night. They put together a quick meal and served it to the women, who welcomed their show of attention. After cleaning away the debris they settled down in front of the campfire, which Buck had fed with a fresh armload of heavy branches and deadfall he had earlier collected. For all her talk about Buck's debilitating effect on her, Robin showed throughout the meal that she had not had her sexual appetites exhausted by far. She discarded her boots and jeans before sitting down with her plate and, wearing nothing except a pair of heavy woolen socks and her shirt, she cuddled close to Ann.
At first Ann felt very uncomfortable when, the girl began paying her such blatantly sexual attention. Robin made no attempt to hide the fact that her pussy was absolutely bare, or that she was reaching down from time to time to stroke the voluptuous little slit while she was eating, and she also leaned close to Ann. At one point she reached out to take Ann's right hand and guide it down onto her naked thigh; Ann stiffened for a moment but then rubbed her palm along the girl's leg with greater familiarity.
"Those guys, they aren't going to be able to do much for us tonight," Robin said, looking over at Buck and Roger. "But that needn't bother us women can always last longer in bed than guys. Women can always satisfy each other!"
Ann sucked in a quick, apprehensive breath. She could not help darting an inquisitive look in Buck's direction but she could not see any change in his expression, even though Robin's remark had made it quite clear that she was talking about lesbian activity. Ann dared not respond ardently to Robin's forward gestures, though she longed to do so; she still felt too uncertain about Buck's attitude toward such things.
"Oh, you needn't worry about Buck," Robin said, guessing the reason for her hesitancy. "I told him about those delicious times we had and he was perfectly enthralled. In fact, he seemed to be very interested, to tell the truth. I believe that if we were to, er, indulge ourselves a bit, it would help him and Roger both. In getting more interested in doing their duties toward us, I mean!"
"Sure, I think it'd be a gas," Buck said. When he leaned forward into the campfire's light Ann could see the intensity in his deep-set blue eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen a couple of women going at each other. And then they sure weren't as handsome a pair as you two!"
"Oh? I didn't know that you'd even consider that sort of thing," Ann said, astonished at his remark. "But since you seem to be in favor, I'll have to say that I'd like to go ahead, I'd like it very much!"
Ann herself was surprised to hear herself making such a statement, but even more surprised to find that she meant every word of it. Her mind had been racing ahead during the interchange with Buck and she had locked her mind in on an image of herself entwined with Robin, sharing a sensual, voluptuous embrace with the vivacious young woman. She could feel that trim, softly curvaceous body pressing against hers and she wanted the contact to be more stimulating.
Moreover, the prospect of expressing her newfound affection for Robin with an audience as attentive as Buck and Roger, both of whom were now manifesting a very real interest, gave her additional charges of excitement. Ann realized that she would find additional sources of erotic delight in showing off her newly acquired sexual tastes for them. She thus rose to her feet and began stripping off her clothes. Robin doffed her shirt and even though the night air was brisk they were soon stark naked and confronting each other.
"Just sit back here on the clothes," Robin whispered. "Let me use my finger, please? Oooh, I'm dying to do it to you with my hand!"
Ann readily consented to that fervently phrased request, being only too ready to surrender to the young woman's impetuous eagerness. She opened her thighs and felt the questing touch, light at first and then stronger, but always strongly arousing. Robin used her hand with exquisite skill, showing that she had become a master of the fine art of masturbating and that she could transfer that same mastery to another woman.
"God, you know how to turn me on!" Ann marveled. "You're making me want to come already! Ooooh, your finger!"
Robin had begun by stroking the powerfully swollen inner lips of Ann's pussy but had soon shifted over to a stronger and more direct form of stimulation. She adopted Buck's style, pushing her index finger into Ann's cunt and using her middle finger to stroke her anus. The tactic was very successful and within a few moments Ann felt her womb begin fluttering heatedly. Robin continued to caress her in that way and within a few more seconds she had brought a short but extremely vigorous climax pouring out of her womb. Ann gasped and heaved with convulsive eagerness, rubbing her pussy against that vastly pleasing hand, and completed the act in good order.
"Yes, you must have had a strenuous afternoon with Roger," Robin purred after the greatest torrent of sensual energy had worked itself out of Ann's tense cunt. "I can feel his come on you; it's still wet and slippery!"
"Ahhh, he was so good for me!" Ann breathed. "Just fucking me over and over, making me come until I couldn't bear it anymore!"
"That was why I wanted to bring you off with my hand for the first time," Robin said. "Now that you've gotten really hot and had yourself a nice, juicy come, your pussy will taste fantastic!"
"Ah, you're such a devil!" Ann exclaimed. "I should have known that you had an ulterior motive when you were treating me so nicely! But I'll have you know that that sort of thing can work both ways, my dear; I'm willing to bet that you got a little warm and wet too, when you were doing me up so nicely!"
"How providential!" Robin said, grinning lewdly.
"You're right, you know!"
Ann pushed her over onto her back and lay over her, dangling her hot-nippled breasts against Robin's taut little nubs of lust-heated tissue and exciting them both in the process. She heightened the effect by brushing her lips over the woman's totally complaisant mouth, teasing her with light kisses, and found that Robin was responding with amazing quickness. She twisted about on her side and pressed her muff up against Ann's thigh, grinding hard and then opening her own knees to bring her pussy to bear more directly against the woman's leg.
Ann soon moved away, however, and brought her lips down Robin's quivering body. She paid oral homage to those small but ferociously hardened breasts, kissing each nipple until she had brought throaty gasps of exultant pleasure from her victim's lips, and then moved her mouth still lower. She kissed her way over Robin's trembling stomach and paused to tease that beguiling navel with the tip of her tongue. As she did, so, she reached out and brought her right hand up between Robin's thighs, caressing her tender flesh softly, and then snugly against the hot, moistly prepared slit at their apex. Robin closed her legs around that hand in a spasmodic, shuddering gesture of abandoned sexuality, then worked her loins up and down with short, choppy thrusts to scrub the lips of her pussy against Ann's fingers.
"God, I love it!" Robin whispered. "Mmmm, you're making me horny allover! I want to do it to you, I want to do everything to you! Ahhhhh! Kiss me, Ann, kiss me down there and let me come all over your face!"
Buck and Roger, who sat on either side of the lasciviously entwined pair, were watching closely. Buck reached out once to add more fuel to the campfire when it slackened its pace somewhat but otherwise he, like Roger, barely moved at all. All their attention had become riveted on the women.
Ann's lips gradually worked their way down to the fluffy triangle of black fur at the apex of Robin's thighs. She continued to work her fingers over that lustfully heated slit, of course, but now she began adding the effect of her lips and tongue as well. The exercise proved immensely stirring to her, all the more so since Robin's vulva was now quite hot and lubricating itself freely. The young women's lusty juices, combined with the remnants of Buck's earlier ejaculations, now combined to create an intoxicating aroma, one which inflamed Ann's brain and enabled her to reach a very high level of sexual excitement. She realized that her own pussy would be similarly aromatic, a thought which made her blood race through her veins with greater force.
Robin proved that she had no hesitation whatever about using her lips on Ann's ripe slit. The pair soon were lying on their sides, facing each other, and their faces dipped between each other's thighs, seeking out the center of the other's sexuality. Their height and build were similar enough for them to be able to nuzzle each other without straining and they took the fullest possible advantage of that fact to deliver wildly abandoned love-kisses to each other.
Ann needed only a moment or two in which to realize that Robin had adopted a diabolically arousing tactic: the flagrantly sexual creature was copying her every move, emulating every gesture, so that it required no great stretch of the imagination for Ann to believe that she was making love to herself. Wherever her hot, busy tongue touched Robin's strongly aroused pussy, she was sure to receive exactly the same kind of oral caress in return. A much stronger wave of erotic readiness flowed through her teeming loins when she realized that fact, which seemed to her to be peculiarly stirring. She tested her theory, reaching over Robin's tense hip and digging her fingers into one of those marvelously firm buttocks, and found that a hand snaked over her own upper hip and squeezed her own buttock powerfully. She sucked up the inner lips of Robin's pussy into her mouth and gently gnashed them with her teeth; almost at once she felt her own labia being drawn into a hot, ravishing mouth and then crushed together. A paralyzing wave of exultant sexual hunger pulsed outward from her pussy and turned her body into a mass of quivering, heated readiness.
Now satisfied that Robin was deliberately copying her own style of oral lovemaking and strongly moved by it, Ann devoted herself to arousing her abandoned partner to the utmost. She avoided any very direct contact between her tongue and Robin's straining clitoris. That organ, she felt sure, would be far too sensitive to be able to tolerate any kind of strong stimulation. Instead she occasionally flicked her tongue over the clitoral shaft, which was protected by a layer of skin; even that indirect mode of excitement brought shudders of pleasure racing through Robin's heated body.
For the most part Ann concentrated on rubbing her tongue back and forth over the inner lips of the girl's hot pussy. Invariably she received the same kind of treatment and did so very quickly. She had pushed an index finger into the taut, muscle-ringed rim of the vaginal opening and left it there; the penetration would give her partner a hint of penile entry and further stimulate her nervous system. After a few moments, however, her area of concentration broadened. She removed the finger and brought her face closer to that tempestuously aroused slit in order to push her tongue far up into Robin's steaming cunt.
At once she felt a hot, devilishly active tongue penetrating her own vagina and driving deep. The sensation multiplied her own arousal several-fold and she dipped her pelvis forward to make the tongue still more arousing. As she did so, she felt Robin begin fucking against her own mouth. Stirred by that quick and hearty response, she began working her tongue back and forth inside that hot, moist vaginal opening with greater speed. Her increased tempo brought an answering reply from Robin and they spurred each other on in that fashion.
Ann could feel her womb gathering itself into a tight, tingling knot of exquisitely aroused passion. Each movement of her hips against Robin's head added to that tenseness and brought her closer to the bursting point. She drew her buttocks up tight, further accentuating the pressure within her abdomen, and continued grinding her pussy against that warmly receptive face. She could feel herself tipping over gradually and knew that the ultimate moment could not be far away.
The climax burst deep inside her cunt, manifesting itself first in a sharp beat of exultant energy that snapped through her flesh with dramatic suddenness. Succeeding waves of orgiastic release followed quickly, each stronger than its predecessor, and the orgasm blossomed into a long, tumultuous upheaval that wracked her entire body with rawly sexual power. She continued to fuck herself against Robin's face and to use her own tongue as a sort of super-active prick .
Robin's climax followed in short order, growing rapidly until her body was shuddering with violent emotion. Ann knew exactly when the erotic storm hit the woman; Robin's trim thighs gave an especially forceful shudder and closed around her head with primitive force She had one hand still held against the woman's upper buttock and she could feel the quick, ragged pulsations of sexual energy flowing outward from her pussy; her tongue, plunging deep into Robin's cunt, also registered the strong contractions signaling the onset of a maximum orgasmic effort.
They sucked each other to very nearly the height of their mutual passion before succumbing to the allure of their vast pleasure. Ann suddenly pulled her face away and threw her head back, arching her spine at the same time and quivering repeatedly. The last tremors of orgiastic pleasure coursed outward from her pussy and gradually faded away, leaving her momentarily exhausted. Robin, every bit as depleted, lay back and gave a low, quavering sigh.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," she whispered. "Ohhhh, Ann, you were so good, so hot and strong! Such a lovely come!"
Ann tried to reply to that compliment but could not. Her vocal cords stubbornly refused to cooperate and she could say nothing. The surge of post-orgasmic lassitude possessed her completely, until it seemed that her very bones had melted inside her body. She knew that this phase would soon pass away, however, and that she would in due time regain her strength.
"Ahh, it looks as if our little exercise affected someone else!" Robin called out. She had turned about to look at her brother and Buck, anxious to gauge the effect on them, and saw that they were in the act of removing their clothing. "Look at them, Ann; they look as though they can't wait to get themselves into action!"
Ann turned about to look and saw that the men were undressing with great speed. Buck peeled his jeans down and she saw the enormity of his prick spring free; the big shaft was already violently flushed with passionate desire and his balls were greatly enlarged as well. A glance over at Roger, who had already doffed his own jeans, showed her that he was similarly affected. Earlier she would not have been surprised if Roger had declined all further sexual activity that night, given the length and ferocity of their lovemaking that day, but she now saw that he was eminently ready for more.
"Such big, beautiful pricks!" she whispered, devouring the tools with her eyes. "Yes, they're both hung so well! And so skilled!"
"They're stallions, there's no doubt about that," Robin agreed. "But I believe that we have the answers to their problems. Let's do it, Ann; let's fuck them until they're limp, absolutely raw!"
Robin scrambled up onto her knees, readying herself for the men, and Roger came over to her. His stiffening prick stabbed the air before him as he moved and he presented the tool to her lips, which were at almost exactly the correct height. Robin eagerly took it into her mouth and� began sucking, doing so with alacrity and great vigor. Ann, who had turned to watch, felt a shudder of erotic energy pulse through her loins when she saw that massive bolt of hard muscle disappear into the girl's mouth.
"Oooooh, that's so good!" Robin purred, momentarily removing her mouth from the big stalk and replacing it with a hand. "God, I can still taste your pussy on him, Ann! It's so sexy, going down on a man after he's been fucked silly!"
"That description fits, me pretty well," Roger said. "It seemed to me that the more we fucked today, the more I wanted to do it to her again! Or to have her doing it to me; I'm still not sure who was the more aggressive!"
Ann had by this time found herself being confronted by Buck, who was also eager to be fellated, and she quickly rose to her knees and complied. Like Robin, she could detect the aftertaste of fucking and the piquant flavor of Robin's pussy made that big rod far tastier to her. She worked her lips along its great length inch by inch, licking the shaft clean and quivering more violently as it penetrated deeper into her hot throat.
"I was wondering something," Robin mused, still caressing her brother's cock with her hand as she contemplated its sullen masculine beauty. "That business you showed me yesterday, with the snow-could we do something like that with them? I'm awfully curious to see what it would be like to be fucked by a cold prick!"
"There isn't any snow around here," Ann said, detaching her mouth from Buck's hot prick, "so I ... yes, I know of a way we could do that! Do you want to try it with Roger? Or would you prefer Buck? Or perhaps even both?"
"My, that would be extravagant, wouldn't it?"
Robin said, looking from one man to the other with evident relish. "Having a pair like that at the same time, that would be almost too much of a good thing, eh? Except that I'm not really convinced that there could ever be too much of that good a thing! What do you have in mind, Ann?"
Ann knew that she could probably find some half-melted snow if she searched carefully enough , among the low junipers growing about the area they had selected for a campsite. She had no taste for scrambling about in the dark, especially not after she had thought of a way to duplicate the effect of the icy snow. It had occurred to her that their canteens, stacked out in the open and well away from the fire, would probably have water cold enough to accomplish their purposes; the night was already quite chilly and temperature could easily dip down near freezing before sunrise. She walked over to the pile of canteens and selected one that was half-full of water.
"This will do," she said, brandishing the canteen.
"If we can just persuade one of the men to hold still for the treatment, it ought to work as well as snow!"
"Let me try it with Roger," Robin said, instantly understanding Ann's line of thought. "Since it'll be a new experience for us, maybe I should keep it in the family!"
Roger proved to be willing enough, once they had explained Ann's project, and docilely allowed her to tip the canteen over his stiff, throbbing cock and dribble icy water along its length. He shuddered and grimaced heavily at the shock but did not otherwise show any emotion. Robin watched for a moment and then assumed a kneeling position on the clothing. Ann dribbled additional water over Roger's stiff prick, testing it from time to time in order to determine its degree of coldness, and finally pronounced it ready for the treatment.
"You'll have to hurry and get it in her," Ann cautioned, giving one final splash of water to that long, thick bludgeon of love. "As hot as you are, it won't stay that cold for very long!"
"And don't play around with one of those gentlemanly penetrations," Robin added. "For this thing to work right, I think you'll have to shove a lot of it in me at once!"
"I'll help him," Ann volunteered. "Yes, I'll spread those luscious little lips out wide for him and aim that lovely cock of his into the proper place!"
Robin's pussy needed no preparation, she saw when she knelt down at the woman's side and reached out to pry the cheeks of her ass farther apart. The inner lips of her slit glowed with sensual warmth and were of course extremely moist. Roger knelt down behind his sister and presented her with his cock; Ann reached out with one hand to take the shaft and. aim it properly. He leaned forward and her fingers guided it home with a sure aim.
He did not hesitate, once the head of his cock� had settled into the hot opening between Ann's fingers. Pushing forward with his hips, he launched the frigidly prepared bolt into the heart of her cunt and sheathed three or four inches of the iron-like shaft at once. Pausing only to move slightly closer, he again thrust into her and drove nearly all his prick into her steaming love-canal.
Robin sucked in a quick, desperate breath of air when she felt that cold weapon begin spreading the mouth of her vagina apart and dipping inside. The shock of the frigid member brought a whimpering cry of distress to her lips but she did not attempt to pull away from him. At first she seemed almost to melt before that brutal penetration; the size of Roger's cock ensured that so drastic a thrust would put immense pressure on her nervous system. Her naturally passionate disposition quickly asserted itself, though, and soon her buttocks tensed up again. She bobbed her ass about and began thrusting back at him, humping with genuine vivacity.
"God, it's incredible!" she panted hoarsely. "So cold, so different! I ... it's so ... unngghhhhhh! Ohhhh, I think he's losing it, it doesn't feel so cold anymore!"
"No, between the two of you, I'd think it wouldn't take more than a few seconds to get, him heated back to normal," Ann said" laughing with delight. "Could you really feel the coldness? All the way up inside?"
"I think so," Robin replied. "But I can't really be sure-it's almost as though the first touch ... well, sort of paralyzed everything down there, so that you couldn't really tell very much about it. I know that it was a tremendous feeling, though, and just so very sexy! Oooooh, he's beginning to feel really good now; I'd better pull away from him or I just might have to keep that up for a while longer! Here, darling, let's trade places now and let you have your turn. Do you want to try it with Roger or with Buck? Oh, how I envy you, having a choice like that!"
Chapter Nine
Ann already knew that she wanted Buck as her partner for her own part of the experiment. She had never told him about her experiments in masturbation, partly because she was not absolutely sure he would approve of them, but now she saw that he had a very strong interest in helping her duplicate Robin's feat. His big prick jutted out boldly and looked as though it were� ready to explode at any second.
Robin prepared him for the encounter, dribbling water along the rigid pillar of hot muscle with care and giggling as he winced at the coldness. Ann would not have been surprised if that water had turned into steam as soon as it touched that massive bolt of tumescent flesh; his cock looked harder than she had ever seen it before and she now realized that he had found a vast excitement in watching Robin as she took her brother's stiff cock.
Ann knelt down and assumed the same position Robin had adopted earlier. She reached back to spread her buttocks wide but found that the girl wanted to do that for her. Utterly willing to surrender to those fantastically stirring hands, Ann gave up the effort and allowed Robin to assume complete command. She closed her eyes and tried to forget about Buck being there, hoping that this would make the shock even more telling when he began pushing his frigid member into her flesh. She could not wipe out that knowledge, of course, but the mere effort promised to make the act still more arousing.
Robin gently opened the lusciously ripened slip and exposed the inner crescent of slightly gaping flesh which was to receive Buck's hardened cock. She held him back for a moment in order to enjoy the view she now had and for a moment she contemplated bending down to plant a long, wet kiss upon that sensually appealing orifice. Her fingers brought subtle tremors of pleasure to Ann's body. Buck was also affected by that scintillating display of feminine loveliness. He pushed forward impatiently, straining against Robin's hand.
Ann felt a violent rush of strong sensation when that big tool came to rest against the mouth of her cunt. The shock was so overwhelming that at first it defied analysis; his prick could equally well have been red-hot as far� as she was concerned at that moment. Robin held his prick firmly as he drove into the woman and he did not spare her. Grunting with the effort, he pushed the broad, flaring head of his cock squarely up into the mouth of Ann's hot cunt and forced his way into her.
"Aurrgghhhhhhh!" Ann moaned, twitching weakly against the flood of feeling which the penetration brought her. "Omigod! Oooooooohhh!"
"He's in you!" Robin panted, becoming strongly affected by the sight and reacting strongly to Ann's quick surge of emotion. "Oh, he's got it in you, he's pushing it in deeper he's ... ohhhhh, I can't stand it! My God, this is the greatest thing I've ever seen! Do it to her, Buck, give it all to her! Yes, drive it home, all the way home! You're fucking it all the way up her and ... ohhhhh, all the way home!"
Once Ann's jangled, lust-befuddled nervous system had had enough time to adjust to the unusual feeling of an ice-cold prick� penetrating her vaginal canal, she could devote herself more purposefully to enjoying the sensation. It was a feeling very much like that she had when she had masturbated with a cold finger, except that it was much stronger. That added strength was due, she felt sure, to the extraordinary dimensions of the instrument piercing her body and stretching her so magnificently. Buck's prick had the size needed to distend her vagina to the maximum, or as near it as she felt she dared go, and the added size of the tool naturally gave her added sensitivity. Like Roger, he eschewed the gentlemanly approach and instead forced as much of his cock into her cunt as he could and did it in as short a period of time as he decently could. There were times when Ann actively wanted a full, quick penetration, as he knew very well, and he had also learned just how quickly he could proceed. He used that knowledge on this occasion and succeeded in driving her to near-distraction with his skill.
Ann groaned loudly as that long, thick, icy organ slid into her thoroughly prepared loins. So quick and complete a penetration would have pushed her into convulsive spasms of physical delight, regardless of the temperature of his cock, but given the coldness of the big shaft, she responded with unusual zeal. After a moment of shocked, paralyzed contemplation, she surged back against him and rubbed her buttocks against his lower belly in order to heighten the erotic sensations flowing through her loins. Her hips tilted upward, moving her pelvis further back between her thighs, and she strained harder, trying to scrape her rigid, throbbing clitoris against his scrotum. He inadvertently spoiled her attempt by pulling back at just the wrong moment. She then gained a measure of control over herself and halted her grinding movements.
"Ahhh, that's such an incredible feeling!" she whispered. "Mmmmm, I think that I'd have been coming like a fox if that had lasted another minute!"
"That's weird, that is," Buck said, though he laughed appreciatively. "I mean, somebody would have to be just about a total sex freak to think up that one! But what the hell, as long as it works, who am I to complain about it?"
"A very good attitude indeed," Robin told him.
"But I'm still not entirely sure that it's such a sexy thing to do. Nice, sure; wild, without a doubt, but sexually stimulating? I'm just not sure at all."
"You're right about that," Ann commented. "I don't really think it's a sexy thing to do. At least, not sexy in the way that having your nipples kissed is sexy, or having someone go down on you. But it's damned exciting, I can sure say that for it!"
"Perhaps we ought to let Roger and Buck try it for themselves," Robin suggested. "Look, here's a little wrinkle I've just now thought up!"
She went over to the canteen and took a mouthful of water. She did not immediately swallow, however, but instead kept the water in her mouth until it had begun to warm. As soon as it had lost most of its coldness, she immediately went over to Roger and knelt down in front of him. She then swallowed the water and leaned forward to take his prick into her cold mouth. He shuddered expressively as her tongue, now very cold, began caressing the especially tender head of his cock.
"Damn! I see what you mean!" he exclaimed, wincing with astonishment. "Man, that would be a kick in the ass' if you were to do that when a guy was expecting just an ordinary, everyday kind of blow-job!"
Ann was quick to follow the trail which Robin had blazed. She took a mouthful of cold water from the canteen and held it in her mouth, then turned toward Buck. He came over to her, showing that he was quite eager to take part in the experiment, and submitted to her oral treatment. He exclaimed even more volubly than Roger had done and pronounced the ice treatment a ravishing success.
"You know, this opens up such a tremendous world of possibilities," Robin remarked after she had pulled her mouth away from her brother's prick. "I mean, just think of the variations we could use!"
"You could try storing your vibrator in the deep-freeze," Roger suggested, smiling at the thought. "I don't know what it would do the batteries, but it sure ought to put a new spark into masturbating!"
"Or I could try it with two vibrators,'" Robin continued. "You know, with one extra cold and the other the regular temperature, or maybe just a little warmer? And then alternate the one with the other-mmmm, yummy!"
"I knew a woman once who claimed that she could get herself really excited by using a heating pad," Ann remarked. "She'd hold it between her legs and turn it on. According to her, the warming trend produced some really remarkable results!"
"Getting hot literally as well as figuratively," Buck said. "I wish I had something to contribute to this conversation."
"You have, you really have," Ann said, reaching out to wrap her fingers around his prick. "This little item can say worlds!"
"I wonder if you could freeze water into a dildo?" Robin asked, looking thoughtful for a moment. "But I don't think I'd dare use it, even if it could be done."
"It would be a trifle risky," Ann pointed out. "I mean, what if you discovered that you really liked it? And left it in too long?"
"My God, trying to explain it to your gynecologist!" Robin said, giggling. "How on earth could you ever explain a case of frostbite in your cunt? No, I don't think I'd care for a situation like that!"
"I've wondered for quite a while about something a little different," Buck said. "You know that green chile sauce you get in Mexican restaurants, the really hot stuff? What if a guy were to soak his prick in that for a while, just before he started. Putting it in a woman?"
"Incredible!" Ann burst out. She knew the firepower of that innocent-looking sauce and the havoc it could wreak on an unwary tongue. '''That wouldn't be very exciting at all, not unless you were the sort who really got off on torture. What agony that would be! Personally, I'd like to see the man who'd even dare put some of that stuff on himself!"
"I tried it once," Buck said, grinning at the memory. "What I mean is, I doused some of it over my dick but this girl backed out. I think she was just putting me on, to see if I'd really do it. I can tell you something, anybody who tries that had better have him a dick made out of solid iron. Burn? I thought I was dying!"
"I've tested some of that sauce," Robin said, "and I believe that's a thrill that I'm going to pass up."
She dropped her air of levity and looked from her brother to Buck. Both men still had those fully developed erections. Robin then looked over at Ann. She seemed to be considering her three companions in a speculative fashion.
"Ann, have you ever had two men at once?" she asked. "Or maybe made love to two people at the same time? No, if I was your first woman, you wouldn't have done it that way, I suppose. I was thinking that perhaps, if you've never tried that, this might be a good time for you to begin. I mean, with a pair of such magnificent specimens as these, you could hardly ask for better material!"
"I ... no, I've never had two men at once," Ann managed to reply, although the question had nearly taken� away her power 'of speech. "I've thought about it at times, I'll admit that, and it always seemed just ... well, just an incredibly erotic thing to play with in your mind. Er, maybe I'd better ask: what sort of activity did you have in mind?"
"My dear, almost anything is possible," Robin told her. "As long as you've got the desire and the, er, necessary flexibility, of course. There are all kinds of possibilities, naturally, but I've always enjoyed just letting nature take its own course. You have the natural openings, of course, and they could use whichever seems best. But with a pair of men as well hung as these, I'm not sure that I'd risk a combination of anal and vaginal intercourse! We have a certain flexibility, of course, but between Buck and Roger, I'm not sure but what they might be too much for any woman!"
"I can't even imagine having them both in me at the same time," Ann confessed. "I can barely manage to take Buck alone-in the rear, I mean-and having them both at the same time would be-well, simply incredible! And besides, isn't there, er, some way in which we could all participate? I'd hate to monopolize both of them and leave you without a man at all!"
"Ah, you're thinking along my own lines," Robin said, smiling cheerfully. "As it happens, I was hoping that you'd want something like that! Yes, Ann, there is a way-and it's a way that I'd Jove to try with you! You could go down on me, dear, and let Roger or Buck to his business behind you, as they were before. And the fellow who gets left out, I believe that I could provide him with some interesting amusement!"
"Now that is an interesting thought," Ann said. She had already felt her clitoris give a decided lurch of vehement interest and she could feel her blood boiling as her excitement mounted higher. "Yes, I happen to like that idea a great deal!"
Ann now swung around to get herself into position in front of Robin, who was sitting on some of their discarded clothing. The young woman read the message of intent in her eyes and showed her complete cooperation, leaning back into a reclining position and drawing her knees up before parting them. Ann moved forward and bent down into a kneeling position, eager to explore the feminine mysteries once more. This time, knowing that she would feel the strong, masculine touch between her thighs, she did so with even greater enthusiasm.
To Ann, the prospect of combining two very different types of lovemaking had an appeal far beyond anything she would ever have thought possible. She conceived of the act she was about to undertake as bisexuality at its most extreme, a form which would subject her to great stimulation and would enable her to express both facets of her sexual personality with ease. The act would become even more compelling, she realized, because of the fact that her feminine partner would also be engaged in lustful contact with a man. That consideration made her pussy throb with a special kind of intense power and guaranteed that she would be more sensitive than ever.
Ann pushed the palms of her hands under Robin's trim little buttocks. Her thumbs came up to rest along the tender fold of flesh hiding the central attraction for her. She could press her thumbs toward each other and cause that sensual cleft to bulge out in a beguiling way, and did so; she could also tilt her thumbs apart and cause the slit to fall open and expose its inner treasures to her greedy eyes. For a moment or two she contented herself with this kind of pastime and became steadily more aroused simply as a result of manipulating Robin's pussy in that fashion.
Robin facilitated her actions, naturally, and moved her pubis this way and that in order to make Ann's work still more attractive. The girl enjoyed showing off her pussy, all the more so because of Ann's all-too-evident interest, and she found a measure of lustful stimulation, in doing so. As she rotated her hips about, she brought her hands up to her small breasts and began rubbing her fingertips against her dark, fiercely swollen nipples. That activity, combined with Ann's searching examination, was enough to make her pussy glow even more warmly.
"Do you know, there were times when I would wonder if perhaps I was crazy," Ann murmured as she continued to delight in her examination of that darkly flushed organ. "I mean, I've spent hours, almost, in bed with a mirror, looking at my own pussy. I think I've always been fascinated with it. I used to wonder, how on earth anyone could think that it was attractive, all dark and hairy and so prone to drip and get all messy, the way pussies do. But then I'd wonder just as hard how anyone could not find it attractive, or maybe even beautiful!"
"I know what you mean," Robin replied. "Yes, I've gone through that stage myself. But you needn't worry, dear; almost anyone who has any judgment at all would have to say that your pussy is an incredibly lovely thing, a real work of art!"
"Indeed they would!" Roger said. "Beautiful to all the senses!"
He had bent down to touch his lips to Ann's buttocks and was referring most directly to the aroma of tensely aroused femininity which wafted up from between them. He moved his fingers over those firm mounds, stroking them gently, and gradually approached the hot fold of flesh between them. The leisurely pace he adopted, oddly enough, made Ann's clitoris throb with far greater eagerness.
Buck was not one to be left out when sex was m the air. After watching them for a brief moment, he moved up to Robin and knelt over her torso, straddling her just below her breasts. He pushed the dark, knobby tip of his prick down to caress her right breast and she gasped with delight, cupping that luscious little mound to direct her nipple against the big, dark head more purposefully. Her breasts were not large enough for her to push them together and capture his prick between them, a fact which she often regretted with great bitterness, but they were immensely tender and highly receptive to that kind of stimulation.
"Oooooh, I can feel that all over my body!" she whispered, her eyes big and dark with sensual excitement. "My God, your cock's as hot as fire!"
"I'm just getting it hotter and harder," he said, "so that you'll feel it better when I start fucking it down your throat!"
Ann knew what he was doing-she had often enough thrilled to the feel of his massive prick: brushing against her own nipples and infusing them with its lustful vitality-and her breasts tingled at the knowledge. Roger's fingers continued to wander over her vulva and to provoke new surges of sexual energy within her loins. Overcome by a momentary rush of passionate intensity, she leaned down and kissed Robin's pussy. At first her lips brushed that warm, moist slit lightly. The taste, the aroma, the feel of that hotly awakened pussy soon sparked a stronger form of devotion from her; She pressed her lips harder against Robin's steaming flesh and used her tongue to excite the vaginal opening, swirling it about to stroke the sensitive flesh and bring it even closer to a state of near-eruption.
"Unngghhhhh!" Robin groaned, twisting about in a fit of ecstatic receptivity. "God, she's got her tongue in-ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhh, do it, do it harder I love it in there, it makes me want to die, I can't-ugghhhhhh!"
Ann pulled back before Robin was able to come. Her decision brought a volley of disappointed oaths from the woman but she knew what she wanted to do. Robin's pussy would throb with far-greater violence, she knew, if she delayed that final caress for as long as possible. Having Buck's big prick in her mouth would give her entire body a more decisive charge of erotic readiness, Ann reasoned, and would thus enable her to climax with greater fervor. Ann herself would therefore benefit, being able to use her tongue against a pussy throbbing with the greatest possible intensity.
Roger's hand was now intimately involved with her own pussy, leading her to wonder if perhaps he intended masturbating her rather than using that wonderfully large prick with which nature had endowed him. His index finger glided up between the moist lips of the lively slit and penetrated the tight inner opening to explore the inner recesses. Her nervous system quaked with receptive impulses as she felt his finger fucking away so tenderly, though he did not do so long enough to give her more than a brief sample of that pleasure.
After finger-fucking her in that fashion for a minute or so, he withdrew his finger now very wet and slippery in order to stroke her clitoral shaft. The abrupt shift, with the attendant change in stimulus, disrupted her chain reaction of sexual response and she understood now that she was going to be subjected to the same treatment she had in mind for Robin. That realization did not upset her greatly: she suspected that he would sooner or later mount her from the rear and use his cock for the final delivering strokes and that thought aroused her still further.
Roger continued to alternate his index finger between her cunt and clitoris for another few moments, long enough for her to become very fond of his technique and then shifted to a style which she found even more arousing. After pushing his index finger well up into the mouth of her vagina one last time, he withdrew it and then applied it to her anus. That orifice was of course extremely sensitive and deeply flushed with erotic vitality. He held the wet juicy tip of his finger there for a few seconds just long enough for her to begin anticipating his next move, and then gently pushed it into place. The slow penetration and the ensuing throb of her anal sphincter caused her heart to race so fast that she feared she might pass out entirely.
"Oooooh, he's got his finger-ugghhh!-he's got it in my ass!" Ann cried out, unable to hold back the cry of elated joy. "Ahhhhh, he's doing it, he's doing it to me!"
Tossing her head about to drive away the cobwebs of misty rapture, she focused her attention once more upon Robin's hot little pussy. She still had her thumbs placed along the edges of the ripe slit, holding it open for her greater ease in tonguing, and she bent down once more to bestow another long, lingering kiss upon the fiercely warmed flesh. Before she could do that, however, she became possessed of another desire. Why, she asked herself, could she not duplicate Roger's feat? She felt certain that Robin's asshole would be every bit as lively and responsive as her own and she also felt a very strong compulsion to test the theory for herself.
Ann thus decided to employ a variation of that stimulus. She used the thumb of her right hand, moving it over to thrust into the mouth of Robin's coot; she moved it about inside the, tight little opening and then withdrew in order to plunge into the anal opening just below. The brief penetration had brought a hearty grunt of pleasure from Robin's throat; that grunt sharpened into a tense, quavering yelp of even stronger delight when she felt Ann's thumb move over her anus.
Ann was not able to push her thumb into the girl's ass as far as she would have liked, owing to the exigencies of her position, but that did not matter; the slight penetration was enough to stir her own fantasies and to ignite a chain reaction of physical response within Robin's body. The girl cried out strongly and lurched up against that firmly planted thumb. The genuine fervor of her response informed Ann of her own success and, caught up in a momentary surge of sexual madness, she bent forward once more to kiss that hot pussy. Her tongue probed the tender, throbbing, orifice, gently at first and then with more strength as she felt Robin's tensely excited body moving against her mouth.
She had not intended bringing Robin off but the enthusiastic way in which the girl fucked against her mouth persuaded her to relent. Ann kept her mouth in firm contact with that moist cleft and worked her tongue back and forth quickly. That was enough to release the storehouse of passionate arousal which had gathered in Robin's womb and she twisted about in extreme anguish, crying out desperately as she did so. She fucked herself against Ann's mouth and thumb with quick, vital thrusts of her hips that signaled the vehemence of her pleasure.
Robin's pussy had scarcely given its last throb when Roger moved around to Ann's rump and guided his prick in between the lips of her pussy. She was not prepared for his entry, all her concentration having been focused on his sister, but the pressure of his big, hot cock against the tautly stretched rim of her vagina was enough to bring about her wholehearted cooperation. Ann tilted her hips backward and pushed her pussy's greedy mouth around the head of his prick; her action was decisive enough to make it seem that her hips had acquired a life of their own and were actively engaged in gulping down that stiff, greatly enlarged morsel of hot flesh.
Buck coincidentally, had selected almost that same moment for his own transition. Moving forward, he leaned over Robin's face and brought his prick closer to her mouth. She retained enough awareness to grasp that big staff and guide it down between her lips. He pushed inward and the massive tool soon filled her mouth. Her tongue caressed the head of his prick with unrelenting vigor, notwithstanding the fact that her own loins were then in a state of exquisite turmoil; if anything, her climax made her suck at his cock with greater abandon.
Both Buck and Roger had become profoundly aroused while watching the women at play with each other. Thus they were in no mood to delay their own pleasure and within a very short time they were ready to come. Ann could feel Roger working back and forth inside her cunt, fucking himself deeper with every trembling stroke, and she conscientiously worked to make his prick explode as soon as possible. She soon felt the effects of her efforts and when his cock began spurting strongly she answered in kind, delivering herself of a long, strenuous orgasm that subjected his cock to much more vigorous stimulation. Having his prick inside her and gushing out the liquid tribute of love naturally spurred her tongue into quicker activity, enabling her to continue probing Robin's pussy with her tongue; her sucking action was active enough to send Robin headlong into a second climax that was even more violent than the first. Buck also benefited from this sequence of events: Robin's mouth became a veritable suction pump and his balls were subjected to immense pressure. He groaned loudly as his restraint burned away and his prick began pumping hard, shooting out thick streams of sperm and drenching her mouth with its thick, salty essence.
When they peeled themselves apart they were all exhausted. Robin led the way to the tent they had earlier set up and she helped zip together hers and Roger's sleeping bags, making a double bag into which the four of them fitted with difficulty. They were in no frame of mind to object to that kind of proximity, naturally, and they quickly went to sleep, curled tightly against each other.
Chapter Ten
Buck and Ann awoke early the next morning, according to their custom. The horses had to be fed and watered, regardless of anyone's state of mind, and they woke up Roger and Robin while making their preparations.
"No, we might as well get up too," Robin said when Ann told her that she did not need to move. "Where are we going today?"
"Why go anywhere at all?" Roger asked. "Why, not just stay here and fuck? Later, if we get tired of sex, then we can do the tourist number again!"
"Why don't we talk about it while we're having breakfast?" Ann suggested. "Buck and I can take care of the horses and get some food started while you two are getting dressed and all."
Although Ann's conscientious concern for her duties as director of the riding tours argued for another day in the saddle, she found it consoling and even gratifying that Roger would want to spend a day or more in pursuit of sexual pleasure. She took his proposal as a veiled compliment to herself. If they were both willing to forego some of the tour she had planned for them, she told herself, then she would certainly be willing to rearrange the schedule, especially if it meant that she would have more time to enjoy herself with the three of them. Her experience the previous night had been a dramatically stirring one and she was quite ready to indulge in more of that orgiastic abandon which had proved so satisfying. Sexual acts with more than one person, she readily admitted to herself, were exciting beyond belief, and the fact that one of those other persons was a woman only added further spice to the mixture.
Later, during breakfast, they discussed their options in greater detail. Both Robin and Roger, vowed that they would be quite happy to ride back to the hot springs and spend several days there. There was, in their proposal, the implicit promise that most of their time there would be spent in further sensual indulgence. Ann declared that she was perfectly willing to forego a part of the scheduled journey-after all, the couple was paying for the trip, regardless of where they went-and she could see that Buck was also more than eager to let the Tinsdales have their way.
"All right, as long as that's what you want," Ann said. "Back to the spring it is! I don't mind saying that I hope this is going to be a very short ride!"
They did not hurry, despite their eagerness to be at each other again. The wait would make the arrival all the sweeter, Ann kept telling herself, but the longer she stayed in the saddle, with her thighs spread apart to grip the horse and her vulva rubbing easily against the fly of her jeans, the more strongly aroused she became. By the time they had reached the site, she had generated a fine state of sexual arousal and was in fact so stimulated that she found a momentary difficulty in standing erect, once she had climbed down from the saddle. Her thighs were trembling heavily and every step caused her jeans to rub against her pussy, with ensuing stimulation to her overly aroused body.
"Maybe we'd better stake the horses out and set� up the tent first," she suggested. "The way I'm feeling now, if we once get started on each other we might not last out the day, at least not with enough strength to do it later!"
They hurried about the work with a quiet, purposeful air and so on had the equipment laid put in satisfactory order. Roger suggested that they arrange their sleeping pads and bags beside the pool in order to have a comfortable setting for their sport, an idea which the others readily seconded. Once they had the gear laid out satisfactorily they stripped off their clothing.
"I'm for the pool, I guess," Ann said as she watched the others. Both Buck and Roger were already fully aroused, she saw; their pricks were very large and swollen hard with sexual eagerness. "I might be a little too gamy for anyone right now!"
"Not for me," Roger said as he sat back on an unrolled sleeping bag and beckoned her toward him. "Before you get in the water, how about coming over and washing my face off with your muff? I've got a feeling that you'll be just about right for eating purposes!"
She naturally honored that request, though she felt sure that her pussy would be far too redolent with yesterday's sexual activity for him to find her very palatable. Roger needed only a few seconds in which to prove her wrong. Ann went over to him and straddled him, standing erect and pushing her loins toward his face as he tilted it up to greet her advance. Already strongly aroused by the mere thought of presenting him with her pussy in that manner, Ann felt exceptionally hearty vibrations of lustful enjoyment beat through her body when he began using his tongue to probe the inner lips of the organ.
Robin proved to be every bit as forward as her brother, though she manifested her desire in her own way. Going over to Buck, she fondled his cock for a moment or two and then dropped to her knees in front of him. She began fellating him tenderly and quickly had most of his prick shoved into her mouth; the tool still tasted strongly of fucking and her tongue searched out every remnant of flavor. Buck could tell that she was enjoying the act for its own sake, rather than using it as a means of bringing him to a climax, but he nevertheless found that her lips and tongue created. a powerful sense of erotic urgency within his balls.
"Such a lovely, lovely instrument!" she whispered after she had taken her mouth away and could again examine it. "Tell me, Buck: do you really use this monster on Ann the way she was telling me? I mean, do you do it to her in ... well, in her rear?"
"Yeah, we've done it that way several times," Buck admitted. "Not regular, you understand, sometimes she's just not in an anal mood. But every once in a while she'll take to wanting it real strong and that when I give it to her in the ass. Why?"
"It's just so incredible that she could take it, you being so large and all," Robin mused. "Oh, I do it that way with Roger occasionally-sometimes we like to pretend that I'm a, boy, you know-but invariably it leaves me so sore afterward!"
"Well, she might not want to get up afterward and ride the meanest horse in the whole corral," Buck said, grinning broadly, "but it's never put her right out. She's sore for a while afterward, sure, but it's nothing serious. Or so she says. Why? You want to see her getting fucked in the ass?"
His proposal, and especially the vulgar, direct way in which he framed it, excited Robin's deepest interest. He could see that she was indeed eager to watch him working his cock into Ann's ass; she made no attempt at hiding her prurient curiosity.
"Okay, I see what you mean," he said, giving her another grin. "Tell you what: I'll try working her around to it, okay? Or would you rather take that for yourself?"
"Er, let me try it," Robin said. "Just hang loose and be ready when the time comes, okay? Maybe I know a way I can work her around to it."
Robin went over to Ann, who was still standing in front of Roger and rubbing her pussy against his face. She boldly insinuated herself into their embrace, concentrating her attention on Ann. She kissed the woman's lips, receiving an excited buss in return, and brought up her right hand to fondle those lovely breasts which so excited her envy and appreciation. At the same time, she brought her left hand down to Ann's buttocks and pushed her fingers between them with brazen assurance. Reaching through the woman's hips, she brought her fingers up against the rear of her vulva; Roger's mouth was concentrating on Ann's clitoris at that moment and there was no conflict between them. Robin briefly fingered Ann's pussy, continuing to kiss her lips and caress her breast, and then moved her fingers back to the woman's anus. Robin had all her senses alerted to check the reaction and she noticed that Ann's body gave a vital, convulsive jerk when she felt that finger brush against her anus.
"Yes, you liked that!" Robin hissed, pulling her mouth away from Ann's and looking her directly in the eye. "You're hot for it, aren't you? You'd like to have it back there, wouldn't you? A big, hard, hot one, stuffed all the way up your rear end!"
Ann did not know if she had been unconsciously harboring a strongly anal inclination that morning or whether Robin's insidious touch had created the desire she felt so terribly. Whatever the explanation might have been, she now realized that Robin had spoken the exact truth: she did indeed want to be penetrated by a large, stiff cock! The mere thought of a massive, passionately swollen prick plunging into her rectum gave her a fit of giddiness, so that she might have toppled over if Robin had not been supporting her at that moment. Ann opened her mouth to reply but Robin shut off her words with a kiss of steaming force; her finger, poised against Ann's anus, reinforced the stimulus with a light, tantalizing push into the center of that ultra-sensitive little opening.
"You want it, you know you do!" Robin said after she had pushed her tongue far into Ann's mouth and then pulled away once more. "Let Buck do it to you with that big, bull dick of his! He'll stretch you so, he'll fill you so full of hot meat! And I'll help him, darling, I'll help him get you off! Yes, I'll drive you crazy with my tongue!"
Ann could not have resisted that proposal, no matter what the situation might have been. Robin's tenderly probing finger had unleashed a perfect fury of sexual hunger in her body, so that it seemed to her at that moment that nothing except a very large prick planted squarely between the cheeks of her ass could have given her the release she needed. The promise of having Robin there, teasing her into greater flights of sensual ecstasy, made the prospect far more appealing, naturally.
"Yes, I want it!" Ann muttered, her voice thick and clogged with passion. "Ohhh, how I want it!"
Roger sensed that his sister was in the midst of working out some scheme of her own and. readily allowed himself to be edged out of the promising position he had earlier assumed. Well aware of the lewd workings of Robin's mind, he felt sure that her words would lead them into even more exciting areas of play and thus he could so easily surrender his claim to Ann's luscious pussy.
Robin supervised the preparations for the act she envisioned. Buck produced a bottle of cooking oil from one of the packs, explaining that it would make a suitable lubricant for his prick. He had used the stuff before, he said, and he assured Robin that it would be first-rate for their purposes. She instructed him to douse a liberal quantity of the oil on his prick and to add more of it to Anns' anus. Ann submitted to his touch eagerly enough, knowing that far greater pleasure would shortly be hers, and lay back on her side, following Robin's orders. Buck then lay down behind Ann, who rolled slightly toward her back and lifted her right, or upper thigh to allow him to aim his cock up between her buttocks.
"Yes, that's going to be lovely!" Robin purred.
She lay down beside Ann, her face very close to the woman's hotly aroused loins, and reached out to aim his cock up into the tautly puckered opening it was to pierce. "Now he's aiming right into your asshole, Ann! Are you ready for him?"
"Ohhh, God, I'm so ready!" Ann muttered. "I've never wanted it any more than this, not in my whole life! Oooooh, I'm going to die when he gets it in me, I know I'll die!"
"Nonsense!" Robin told her. "You'll think you're dying but you won't, you'll just enjoy it a lot more! You've been there before; you know what I'm talking about!"
Ann knew only too well what Robin meant. Generally her asshole was not sensitive enough to enable her to come by being penetrated there but, given that special mood, the orifice gained an incredible degree of added sensitivity and the skewering presence of a large prick, such as Buck's, could drive her nearly insane with pulsations of a delight which seemed almost unreal at times.
"I know, ohhh, how I know!" Ann breathed.
"Yes, I want it, I want it all! Ohhh, God, I want him to fuck me in the ass!"
"And I'm going to eat your pussy after he's got it in you!" Robin added. "You'll have it two ways, darling; I'm going to try to make you go crazy with joy!"
Robin held that massive shaft of lust-hardened flesh steady and signaled Buck to move his hips closer. He did so and the head of his prick brushed against Ann's anus. She moaned softly at the contact and quivered abruptly; Robin saw that she was already intensely excited, so much so that the very act of being penetrated might be enough, to ignite her loins and set off the fuse within her body.
"Yes, he's in place!" Robin cried out. "Now do it, Buck, do� it to her! Work it up into her ass, give it to her good! My God, push it up harder, make it go in!"
Even though Ann was cooperating to the best of her abilities-due to her state of vast excitement she did not have complete control over her faculties, naturally-she found it nearly impossible to relax her body enough to allow Buck to push his cock up into the superbly tight little opening. He strained harder and eventually managed to get the tool's head started, though the effort brought a strangled, whimpering cry of agonized distress from Ann's lips. She was experienced enough to know that the discomfort would be temporary, however, and she willed herself into silence.
Robin held his prick tightly and refused to allow it to duck aside from its appointed work. Her determination saw the work through and a moment later she had the satisfaction of seeing the broad, purple tip of his cock disappear into the tightly stretched ring of flesh. The entry brought a low, moaning sound of distress from Ann, who felt as though a fence-post had suddenly been rammed up her ass. She did not attempt to move away from the penetrating organ, however, and after a moment or two her moan became a strangled cry of excited delight.
"You're taking it!" Robin cried out. Her voice quavered with lusty excitement as she watched Buck's cock resting comfortably inside Ann's drastically stretched asshole. "My God, you're taking it, all of it! He's in you, Ann, he's got that big thing inside you! I can't believe it!"
"Ooooh, he's so big!" Ann wailed. "Every time he does it to me I ... I wonder if I'm going to be able to stand it when he starts inside me! Ohhh, but once he's in, it's so beautiful, it's just so sexy! Ugghhhhh! So big, so hot and hard!"
"Enjoy it," Robin said. "Here, let me do my number now!"
Robin thereupon released Buck's cock, which she had still been grasping tightly, and leaned forward to kiss the woman's pussy. She nibbled with her lips at Ann's rigidly defined clitoris, bringing additional gasps of exquisite pleasure from the woman's throat, and then touched the tip of her tongue to that marvelously aroused organ. Ann's body hummed with vibrant sexuality as she felt that touch, which combined with the anal penetration in so unusual a fashion. Robin gave her only a few seconds worth of that delight, however, and soon drew her face away.
"No, we mustn't let you have too much of that," she said. "This time, I think it would be better if we drew it out, let you wait for quite a long time before we get you off, don't you? Yes, that would definitely be better!"
"Here, I'll give you a taste of something else," Roger said, motioning down at his stiff prick. "Or would you rather I wet it down inside Robin first? Yes, that would be much better, wouldn't it?"
He moved in behind his sister and sheathed his prick in her pussy as she tilted her hips up to meet him. He worked the fiercely enlarged� tool deep, sighing with evident pleasure as he did so, and left it there for a brief interval.
"He's got it nearly up my throat!" Robin said, aware of the effect her description would have on Ann and very eager to strengthen it. "He's so hot, so hard! He's getting it wetter for you, Ann, so that you'll love it better when you have it inside your mouth!"
Ann was eminently ready to service him when he finally withdrew his prick from, Robin's love-moistened sheath and moved about to present her with it. The tool's surface bore a thick, juicy coating of lubricious love-dew and looked eminently ready to be sucked. Her lips accepted the love-offering with greedy, impatient haste and incited him into a much stronger display of sexual ardor than he had originally planned; her tongue curled around the head and stroked it with tight, loving care. The taste of raw, flame-hot pussy naturally reacted on her tastebuds and sparked her mouth into an especially vivid display of erotic stimulation.
Robin slowed the pace of her tongue against Ann's clitoris at that moment, wanting to avoid giving her too much pleasure at anyone time. She knew that she could depend on Roger to do his part and to avoid leaving his prick in the woman's mouth long enough for her to reach a come merely by sucking at it. Buck had not moved at all after working the head of his prick into Ann's ass. He would not have done so under any circumstances, since he knew that she would need a moment or two in which to become adjusted to such extreme dilation as his cock provided.
"Is she ready for you now?" Robin asked, lifting her head to look over Ann's body at Buck. "Can you start doing it to her now?"
"I think she'll be able to take it now," Buck said. "Here, let's try just a little shove and see what happens, huh? There!"
He moved his hips forward slightly, enough to drive another inch of his stiff cock into her ass, and grunted expressively. Ann's rectum offered plenty of resistance to that big shaft and the effort of pushing deeper threatened to set off cataclysmic explosions of sexual fury within his body. Her sharp cry of elated agony showed all too well that she too found the deeper penetration a source of vast pleasure.
"Yes, she's ready for it," Robin said. "Nobody could cry out like that unless they were feeling it in their very bones!"
She bent her face down once more and applied her lips to Ann's heated pussy. The erotic cleft was now more sensitive than ever, owing to the added stimulation which she had experienced, and her flesh quaked even more vehemently as those lips caressed her with such exquisite skill. Robin's tongue also came into play once more, gliding over her clitoris with feathery strokes and drawing additional gasps of frantic joy from the woman's throat.
Roger was watching Ann carefully. He could see the expression of unspeakable pleasure spreading over her face and he knew that she would not be able to hold out for very long. Inspired by the look of lustful anticipation on her face, he grasped his prick in his right hand and began masturbating with slow, methodical strokes. He gripped the big rod tightly enough for his fist to push the loose skin up over the head as it moved along the stiff column of muscle; the back stroke stripped the skin off once more and left it quivering nakedly. To Ann provided with a close-up view of the act, it was a show of unparalleled excitement, one which she appreciated all the more deeply because of the other forms of sexual stimulation being applied to her at that moment.
Buck had continued to fuck up into her ass. He moved his hips back and forth with ease. Every thrust sent his cock a fraction of an inch deeper into her bowel and provided her with stronger darts of sexual pleasure; the back-and-forth motion also subjected his prick to a great deal of friction the kind which he had the least inclination to resist.
Robin sensed the quickening pace of Ann's sexual response, just as she could see the quicker strokes of Buck's prick, and she knew that the final spasms of joy could not be far off for either of them. Determined to make Ann's climax an absolutely stupendous one, she began tonguing harder at the woman's clitoris. She concentrated all her attention on that especially vital spot, which she knew held the key to the deepest kind of lustful release, and let her tongue go wild with animated effort.
To Ann, subjected to lascivious stimulation from� every angle, the experience proved to be excruciatingly delicious. The friction applied by that massive cock, pistoning back and forth inside her anus, pervaded her entire body, especially her loins, and made her clitoris infinitely more receptive to Robin's busy tongue. The sight of Roger masturbating before her very eyes also quickened her senses and brought an added measure of liveliness to her flesh. Within a very short time she felt her insides being tom apart by huge, convulsive spasms of orgiastic release. The waves of climactic joy ripped through her body with shattering power as her pleasure peaked suddenly. Her anal contractions brought a hearty force to bear against Buck's prick, so that he too caught the ultimate frenzy and slammed into her once more, grunting heavily. She felt his cock give a mighty lurch and then explode with unmitigated force, spewing out great shots of scalding semen as it did so. Robin's tongue continued its remorseless work and provided her with the final dose of physical sensation. Gasping out weakly, she succumbed to the overwhelming force generated inside her body. Waves of enveloping blackness swept over her as the pressures mounted higher and she surrendered to the oblivion which took such complete possession of her mind.
"My God, she's finished!" Robin muttered when she became aware of the fact that Ann had passed out. "She's had it!"
"And she's not the only one," Buck muttered as he slumped back. His prick slowly emerged from the tight grip of Ann's ass and began drooping almost at once. "Damn, I thought she was going to tear it off at the root! I never felt her come any harder than that!"
"No, and I'll bet you haven't felt many other women come that hard," Robin told him. "That was a beautiful one, something to remember for a long time!"
Ann proved her right. She came to a few minutes later and immediately smiled. The memory of that awesome climax remained clear in her mind and warmed her heart toward those who had helped her gain it.
"Incredible, just incredible!" she whispered. "I'll never be the same again, not if I live to be a hundred!"
"Ah, but we have another nine or ten days," Robin reminded her. "And if you like, we don't have to do a thing but try duplicating it over and over!"
"But that's going to wreck your camping trip!" Ann protested. "What kind of a tour manager would I be if all I did was entice you up into the mountains and then make you spend the entire two weeks in bed?"
"As long as we could spend them with you and Buck," Robin said, "I'd have to say that you'd be the greatest tour manager in the world! Yes, that's the kind of tour I could really learn to love!"
