Janet Parks and Liz Goodfellows have been friends since their first days at college. They had discovered the joys of life together. All that life had to offer had come to them simultaneously, with each other and with whomever else's bed they wandered to.
When Liz disappeared, it was only natural foxier mother to turn to the one person who had been so much in her daughter's life (she didn't know how much), Janet.
Mrs. Goodfellow, intruding at a moment of high pleasure in the lush life of tickling tongue and luxurious licking, offered Janet one hundred dollars a day to seek out her runaway child.
There was little reason to hesitate, since finding Liz would be finding an old lover, and who knows what other adventures she might run into along the way.
Leaving New York and jetting off to Boston, pearls of the past and the fortunes of the future began to unwind before her. Janet was cast upon the sea of sexual exaltation, with an expense account to boot. She had to find Liz. She'd fuck herself into oblivion to locate her old friend.
From the New England campus where they had met and been introduced to the whoried halls of Ivy by a proud pronged proof to the chills and thrills of a mountaintop ski lodge, Janet pursued her lost friend and lover.
Through orgy and acid trip, his trek continued. Neither cock nor cunt could stay her from her appointed task. In and out of beds, awash on a sea of frothy foaming fucks, she traveled on, never once forgetting her mission.
It meant bucking beneath a frantic fuzz on the long stretch of highway, it meant traversing new pain and pleasure and loving every minute of it, but she would not stop.
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CHAPTER ONE
Janet Parks leaned back, resting cozily in the deep luxury of the couch, and dropped her gaze to the fingers that were so eagerly fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Don Villard pulled her blouse open, and then wrapped his meaty forearms around her trim torso and freed the catch on her bra. Hooking his hand under the lacey bra, he raised it, spilling the soft but firm jugs from the twin cups. His spidery hands pounced on the lush tits, stroking them and massaging the flawless flesh. Her slender arms twined around his neck, Janet emitted a light, winsome sigh of pleasure.
Don, who Janet had known and loved in college a short three years ago, still had the husky build of the all-conference athlete he had been, although now he was an insurance salesman. He was dark, clean-cut, and maintained the fresh air of a Midwest farm boy. Like an American astronaut.
This was New York-the fashionable Upper East Side. Janet mused how their lives had changed drastically, but, at the same time, it seemed to her that nothing had really changed.
Don passionately kneaded her ripe tits as he planted wet, nibbling kisses on the smooth, pristine flesh of her neck. He trailed a loving caress down her splendid front, his handsome mouth pausing only to leapfrog her bunched-up bra. Then his lips explored the sexy mounds. His fingers excited her nipples, making them instantaneously change from a pale pink to a deep, rich crimson. The proud, upward-tilting rosebuds became coarse and prickly.
"Ah, Don, that's terrific-mmmmm-wonderful-ahhh, perfect," Janet swooned. Her breathing was heavier. She began to writhe. His tongue was drooling saliva up and down the white foothills of her breasts. Then he squarely glued his puckered lips to her leathery nipples. Slowly his mouth opened. His parting lips tenderly slurped them into his warm mouth.
As he sucked on the ultra-sensitive, aroused nips, his tongue licked, then vigorously snapped at her nut-like peaks, furtively switching from one to the other.
Janet felt the swift swelling in his pants. It was soon a steely bulge, pressing against her belly. Don hungrily stroked the warm skin of her long, shapely legs. Thanking herself for not wearing stockings, Janet kicked off her shoes. Just like the good ole days, Don was working her up to a fever-pitch of horniness.
She slipped her hands under his shirt and let them drift up and down his broad back. Then she felt his weight rise from her prone figure. She opened her eyes to see Don standing before the couch, hurriedly stripping in the dim light. While his clothes fell to the carpet, Janet slipped off her blouse and bra. She released the catch on her bright green miniskirt and lowered the zipper.
Arching her ass to pull off the skirt, Don's hands tugged on the hem stripping it off in a flash. Janet marveled at the arrow-straight prick that sprung from his abundant growth of dark pubic hair. His big balls swung lazily as he moved.
Don promptly rejoined her on the couch. Held tightly in each other's arms, his hairy chest smacked against her naked tits. Then his hands ventured up the smooth insides of her lovely upper thighs until he clasped his palm against the "V" of her crotch. Janet suddenly lurched. His fingers rubbed the front of her skimpy, white bikini panties. After a mere ten seconds, the silky fabric had grown damp. Janet automatically cast her legs apart. Don stroked with increased pressure.
His hand slithered beneath the clinging panties. After cupping her moon-shaped, jutting buttocks, his finger snaked through her dense forest of chestnut-brown cunt hair. Janet hiked up her knees. Don rubbed her murky crack.
She was getting hotter and wetter by the second. She winced and groaned when his finger touched her stiff clitoris. While frantically twirling his fingers in her fuming, clammy cunt, Don peeled off her panties, pawing them down her elegant thighs, past her knees, over her tapered calves, and, finally, off, after her toes had resisted the filmy garment's passage.
Meanwhile, Janet groped for the rock-hard cock that had been so elusively stabbing at her mid-section. Once she had curled her delicate fingers around the throbbing, bony base, she held on for dear life, not wanting to surrender the precious hard-on.
Holding it in her small fist, she yanked the taut skin up and down. Don began to buck his pelvis. Like Janet, he was panting by now mercilessly driving his fingers into her burning pussy.
Lying beside Don's nude body on the couch, Janet desperately jerked his tool up and down. Simultaneously, she showered wet kisses on his chest, then dragged her tongue down along his front. Don felt the drama mounting in his loins as her beautiful mouth drew closer to his towering prick.
Janet, her long, straight, light brown hair tousled wildly in every direction, licked into his groin. Her gripping fist continued whacking him off. The earthy, manly scent of his crotch licked into her nostrils.
After stroking his muscular thighs, which were like marble pillars, she fondled his heavy, bloated balls, so enticingly encased in the fuzzy sack of skin. She rolled his nuts around in the palm of her hand. Now her extended tongue could reach his hard-on.
She lovingly ran her wet, thin, pink tongue up and down his rod. She loved to feel it crossing over the webbing of raised veins and bright pink ring of smooth skin.
Janet was now kneeling beside Don, who lay flat on his back. Wisps of her pretty hair occasionally hid her face, which was so enthusiastically bent over his groin.
With her fingers still clutching at the tough base of his hard-on, Janet rapidly licked it. She kissed the blood-filled knob. After running her fist along its length only once, she saw a few clear, slick droplets of fluid seeping out. She flicked it up with her tongue.
Then she kissed it again, this time opening her mouth as she did. The domed head of his hot dick slid neatly into her mouth. Janet, appreciating every wonderful second that his cock could remain in her warm, wet mouth, delivered a brisk volley of suck-strokes.
All the while, her tongue lapped the giant organ energetically and tried to wind around it. With each bob of her circular lips, Janet took more and more of the delicious prick into her mouth.
Before long, she was blowing him like mad, her head bouncing up and down with piston-like intensity. Her drooping tits jiggled like jello as she sucked. Don let the hard nipples dance in his upturned hand when he wasn't massaging her creamy buttocks and sliding his hand through her hairy crack.
Janet took all but an inch of his mighty tool in her mouth as she frenched, and she toyed with him and teased his asshole with the tip of her index finger.
The pressure was quickly building in his nuts. Don stopped Janet. He was going out of his mind from the wild cock-sucking and would soon be on the verge of coming-and he wanted to fuck. Janet understood.
Don threw her onto her back. Janet's cunt was aflame, her head spinning. Don fit smartly into the valley between her upraised thighs. Following a moment of struggle, he nosed the knob of his great prick into her greasy cunt lips.
Janet, her hands resting on his ass cheeks, braced herself. Don threw his hips violently forward. His rod powerfully rammed several inches into her simmering hot cunt.
"OOOOHHH-AAAHHHH!, " she moaned. It seemed like a fence-post was getting driven up her tender shaft.
He unleashed another jarring thrust. His prick screwed deeper and deeper into her fragile love hole. Another thrust-then another. And then his rugged cock was tightly impaled in her spongy, slobbering cavity.
As he screwed in and out of her, Janet wrapped her legs around his body, hooking them at the ankles. Her fingernails scraped along his back. Don fucked her slowly at first, driving her so wild with delight that she thought she'd scream or faint, then picked up the tempo. Soon, his balls were slapping at her ass crack. His strokes felt like those of a jackhammer. Sweat formed between their meshing bodies, and occasionally trickled off.
Janet rested her heels on his bouncing ass. Her mind was flightier than ever. Suddenly, she erupted into torrid spasms of sweet joy. As her cunt juice gushed from her womb, she felt electric tingling throughout her being.
A fraction of a second later, she heard him mumble, "Oh, shit! I'm gonna-I'm, I'm-coming!" Then Don left his spitting prick buried deep in her cunt. Their sex juices, pulsating forth in stinging waves, clashed and blended.
His jaw hung open. Pins-and-needles sensations wracked their bodies, which had been so feverishly thrashing a fleeting instant ago.
Then they lay motionless in each other's arms, dazed and trying to catch their breaths. Janet felt his cock softening and shriveling. Then he hauled the limp, cream-coated tool out of her magnificently-satisfied cunt. They felt as if the very life had been drained from them.
Janet had always loved sex, but getting paid for it-especially at a cool hundred dollars a day plus expenses-was something else! She was no whore; what had happened was a bit more complex. The distraught, wealthy mother of her best friend at college, Liz Goodfellow had summoned her.
Mrs. Goodfellow, a kindly woman, had become a bundle of nerves since Liz "vanished into thin air." She hadn't heard a trace of her daughter's whereabouts for many months. Not knowing what to do, the widow had turned to Janet (notifying the police would create a scandal and was therefore out of the question). So Janet, also deeply concerned, reluctantly agreed to help.
In effect, she had become a private detective, a totally unlikely calling for her. Her mission had brought her to Don, who had also known her well at college. Unfortunately, he knew nothing; but she saw no reason not to enjoy the "fringe benefits" prior to continuing her search.
These thoughts, and of where to look next, occupied her mind until she drifted into a deep sleep in Don's bedroom.
When Janet awoke the next morning, it was to his fingers wildly fiddling with her clitoris. She quickly got her bearings. Don plucked his fingers out of her seething, hair-collared, dripping cunt.
Crouching between her luscious thighs, he dampened her pubic bush with longing kisses. His hands dropped onto her tits and passionately squeezed them.
Then she felt his tongue, after licking her thighs at the hair-line, skewering through her wiry cunt hairs. Don carefully traced the oval perimeter of her splayed cunt slit. Janet lifted her knees. Her hips began to jerk back and forth. His tongue said "Good Morning" to her slimy clit as he clamped his mouth snugly against her cunt lips.
"Yes, darling, yes! Please do it! Please! PLEEEESE!" she whimpered. His tongue whipped her rasping clitty, his mouth sucked and slid on her cunt opening.
Janet began to pitch and rock. Don was overcome by the heavy vapors of pungent cunt breath that circled his twisting head like a thick fog. He chewed on her stiff, beady clit faster than ever, pinching it in his lips and (GENTLY) teeth as well as lashing it with his dedicated tongue. Janet was quivering and lurching like never before; he steadied her by wrapping his arms tightly around the tops of her sultry thighs.
She felt what seemed like a dozen tongues beautifully assaulting her hot cunt. Don had a face full of sloshing, tangy, sticky cunt oil. He loved the unique taste-it made him suck all the harder. Feeling herself climbing toward the summit of this sexual Everest, Janet cried out: "Oh! Perfect! Don't stop, darling! Don't stop! EVER!"
Then endless lightning bolts of sweet ecstasy rocketed through her body and soul. Her head swam. She bit her lower lip. Her face was contorted. She screeched with absolute joy as her cunt cream flowed in sharp spurts.
Don relentlessly chewed on her pussy as she climaxed. He slurped on the spicy cunt load as it came, swallowing with immense pleasure, and not ceasing until he had lapped up all of her erotically delicious offering.
With the bright, cheering rays of sunlight splashing through the window, Janet lay in bed, quite weary but not completely tuckered out. Far from it. Following her brief respite, she turned her attention to the handsome, bony prick that Don was sporting.
Resting across his lap, she played with the touch rod, peering down at it with great admiration. She gingerly licked it. Don cringed as she did, thrilling her. Janet told him it was the "finest thing in the world." He smiled.
Then she fed the fat cock into her horny mouth. Her lips clung to it and flowed up and down. Squeezing the rigid root in her fingers, Janet blew gleefully away on the prick, her wet tongue wildly slapping. She sucked faster and faster. Soon she was chewing on it, wanting to eat the whole damn, terrific, delicious hard-on!
Don was huffing and puffing. One hand cradled her tits. Don had a face full of sloshing, hot cunt. He arched his ass above the sheet. The pressure in his balls reached the bursting point-his rich, white sperm exploded into her mouth. The force jarred her upward. But Janet kept her lips locked over the knob of the tool as it bleated in her mouth and filled it with warm cream.
She jubilantly swished the salty-flavored sperm around in her mouth. When her cheeks swelled outward, she gulped some of the load down into her appreciative belly.
Don relentlessly chewed on her pussy as she climaxed.
He looked down at her. Janet's adam's apple rhythmically bobbed back and forth. A bit of cream that had eluded her slowly trickled down her chin. After she felt as if she had swallowed a pint of the yummy cream, Janet felt the flow diminish to a slight ooze.
She coaxed the priceless load out with her talented tongue and hard-sucking lips. Then she nursed out the remaining droplets by running her hands along the shaft.
Resting across his lap, she played with the prick with the tip of her tongue.
Briefly, she rested her head on his thighs, watching the wonderful cock shrink. Then Don kissed her on the mouth, saying his thanks for a blow-job so perfectly done. As their tongues darted in each other's mouths, they could savor the haunting aftertaste of their own sex juices.
Don tried to persuade her to stay another day. And Janet wanted to-very much-but explained her commitment to Mrs. Goodfellow. She had a plane to catch. Don, filled with regret, nodded. Then he gathered Janet into his arms.
Their mouths melted together. Their tongues were trying to tie a knot. Don hungrily rubbed her graceful, soft tits. He gently pinched the roughly-textured, scarlet nipples. Both felt it a shame that they had to depart so soon. He made her promise to call him the next time she was in New York.
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Janet took a cab from the airport in Boston to the quaint New England town where she and Liz had gone to college. She instructed the driver to the small, off-campus bungalow of Dr. Philip Sovad, a professor of History with whom the two coeds had been on personal terms.
"Phil, so good to see you," Janet cooed as the professor showed her in. He was a friendly, outgoing, and brilliant bachelor in his forties. He pecked her on the cheek as they fondly embraced in the front hall. They chatted in the study over cocktails, then, two short hours later, had dinner.
While sipping brandy after dinner, Janet was flattered to see Phil's frequent stares at her lovely, curvaceous figure. Janet, crossing her legs in the easy chair, let the hem of her yellow mini dress ride high up her thighs. She knew that he could see the tops of her white, patterned stockings.
The drinks were affecting both of them. Soon they were sitting on the floor, barefoot, in front of the raging fire. They were getting closer and more intimate; her leg brushed against him. So, at one point, did her chest.
Phil surprised her by putting his arm around her. He pulled her close. His mouth covered hers. Their lips slid together, the intensity of their caress increasing.
His tongue flicked into her mouth. Then they were in a torrid embrace, their tongues madly exploring each other's mouths.
Janet's dress was up above her panties. She strenuously sucked on his tongue. Phil rubbed her legs, then her crotch. Before she knew what was happening, Phil slid off her panties. Just as fast, he ducked his head between her legs. Janet, almost in a frenzy from the suddenness of it all, couldn't begin to resist-it simply felt too good!
She leaned back on her elbows. Phil's tongue lapped up and down through her triangle of kinky cunt hair. With his fingers tearing into the perfect flesh of her ass cheeks, Janet raised her legs until her knees were pointing at the ceiling. Phil's tongue flirted with the recessed, puckered brown ring of her asshole. The wet, tickling feeling drove her wild. He eagerly sucked on her thick tufts of pubic hair.
Janet tried to speak, but couldn't. All that came out was a hoarse, throaty groan. Her hands slapped at her forehead, then pulled on her hair in exasperated delight. Phil desperately plucked her pink, slippery cunt lips apart.
His tongue leaped inside. He frantically kissed and lapped her clit. She swayed and writhed on her bare ass. Phil was absolutely devouring her frothy, burning twat. He even rubbed his nose in her gooey slit, which gave her the charge of her young life.
Then he poked his long tongue past the red folds of her delicious outer lips into her shaft. His tongue fervently vibrated as he licked the hot, greasy walls of her twitching pussy.
After not more than five minutes, Phil felt throbbing rivers of heavily-seasoned cunt juice gushing into his waiting mouth. While Janet's mind was tormented by the shrill but ever-so-satisfying thrill of it, Phil sucked on her luscious pussy and spooned out the wonderful cloudy fluid with his jabbing tongue.
Janet finally came down to earth. She looked up, delirious and disheveled. Phil was still licking his lips. "You sure took me by storm Phil," she whispered. He smiled warmly.
"Well, that's something I've wanted to do for years. If I let you leave without doing that, I'd never forgive myself," he replied.
"And I'm glad you did," Janet added, meaning every word of it.
She asked if she could take a shower. Phil said "Of course," and apologized for not offering. Janet picked up her panties and followed her host to the guest bedroom. He told her the bed was made up, there was fresh linen in the adjacent bath.
Janet began to strip. Phil, saying nothing, sat on the bed, watching her. She didn't mind if he stayed, she volunteered. In fact, she preferred it.
She unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. Phil gazed at her as she hung it over the back of a chair. Janet was the most attractive girl he had ever seen, he concluded.
She was a tall girl-five-eight with ideal proportions. Her long hair hung to her bra-strap in the back, which she was in the process of unclasping.
As she casually shrugged her shoulders and tossed the bra onto the chair, Phil was astounded at the way her tits hardly fell at all once they were freed-they merely settled a bit.
After unsnapping her garters and flipping the belt on the discarded bra, Janet rolled off her stockings, putting each foot on the edge of the bed. Phil reached over to stroke the smooth, ivory flesh of her naked stems-he was incapable of restraining himself. Janet wanly smiled at him displaying her extraordinarily flawless rows of white teeth.
Janet removed her panties, then walked to the bathroom. Phil almost came in his pants at the sight of her wobbling, swaying ass cheeks. Wisps of pubic hair peeked enticingly through the undercurves of her smooth, rounded buttocks.
"Wait. Lemme help you," Phil said. Janet stopped at the bathroom door. Phil hopped up and passed her. After starting the shower for her, he stood beside her, rubbing her pert knockers and mentally drinking in the splendor of them and her tiny waist, below which flared her broad hips.
Janet was stunned by the size of the swelling in his pants. She did a swift double-take. Then she touched the tent-like configuration in his groin. Phil quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and whipped out his prick as his pants fell to his ankles.
"Oh, wow!" Janet gasped as the eight-inch prong waved to attention. She couldn't believe it-Phil was a bit scrawny-certainly not built like Don-and such a mammoth, super-hard prick was more than she had expected in her fondest, freakiest dreams!
As she gaped at his cock, the head of which was a reddish-purplish hue, Phil tore off his clothes. He decided they would take a shower together. He was stark naked, as she was, in a snap of the fingers. She played with his cock and well-hung balls.
His hands roamed over her tits, ass, and hips. The only sound was the incessant hiss of the shower. They stood there in the bathroom doorway, hypnotized by each other's nakedness.
Eventually, they disappeared behind the shower curtain. The hot water promptly drenched them. It was very invigorating-just what Janet needed. Phil took a sponge and filled it with rich soapsuds, which he spread on Janet's splendid body. She did the same, smearing the thick lather all over him.
Soon they were both sparkling clean. But Janet's still-profound infatuation with Phil had its effect: before long, she was on her knees in the shower, the fine spray continuing to douse them.
She ignored it; instead, she held his balls in her palms and brought them to her mouth. She ran her tongue over the sack, then sucked them one-by-one, into her mouth.
She jerked his tough, huge hard-on. Phil flexed the muscles in his wiry legs. She circled an arm about his thigh and ran her hand through his ass crack. With her free hand, she guided his massive warhead into her mouth. She sucked vigorously, driving Phil out of his skull with her lips, darting tongue, and gnawing teeth.
He couldn't take much more-he was positive about that. Phil shut off the faucets and led Janet out of the tub. They toweled each other dry, then ambled into the other room and flopped onto the bed.
She immediately began drooling warm, sticky saliva on his prick, which she smeared around with her tongue. As it dribbled into his pubic hair, Phil strived to twist his body around.
Her soft, pink tongue furiously snapped at the bleating, tapered knob of his hot prick and his round, full balls. Embracing her ravishing thighs, he wildly licked at the impeccable flat plane of her stomach. Then, tugging her closer, his horny mouth attacked her proud tits, sucking and chewing on the ripe, stiff nipples.
Now Janet's craving mouth had slurped up his erect prick. Her tight lips slid up and down while her tongue jitterbugged on the .smooth knob. Phil pumped a finger, and then another, into her clammy cunt. Her whole insides were like a roaring furnace, her sex juices gurgling and flowing.
Inevitably, his lips dipped to her crotch. He hungrily licked the milky insides of her thighs. His tongue frolicked through her fluffy crop of cunt hair. Janet, moaning and squirming, threw her legs apart.
Phil slammed his puckered lips against her cunt, making her hook her legs snugly about his head. As she responded, his tongue flailed her aroused, hot, sticky clitoris. They were locked in the throes of a fiery sixty-nine. Lapping her pussy like a maniac, Phil's fingers clawed at her ass cheeks. All the while, his fingertips crept closer to her little asshole. Then they teased the opening and dug inside as his tongue feverishly churned in her boiling cunt.
And Janet wrapped her arms around his hairy buttocks. They jerked their hips at each other in the frenzied sucking. Phil's face was nearly inside her cunt-the curly hairs tickled his eyes and nose. He munched on her burning clitty, submerged his horny tongue deep in her smelly cunt, and clamped his sucking lips onto her tender, wet labia. Then Janet bit into the granite-like bone.
She felt a string of firecrackers going off within her. There was a heavy pounding in her brain. Phil felt the sudden rush of cunt juice streaming into his frenching mouth. Janet quivered and quaked like Krakatoa.
He kept his mouth firmly hinged to her bucking cunt lips. The delicious, sharply-flavored cunt load barreled into his mouth. He sucked for all he was worth, savoring the piercing taste of her juices.
Jane left the head of his prick in her pretty mouth-she couldn't surrender such a fine cock-but was too dizzy to blow on it. Phil let her rest. Then he grabbed her by the hips, turned her over, and plopped her luscious, sopping cunt on his face. She almost sunk her teeth into his tool as it was dragged past her lips.
Before she could argue, Phil's tongue had blasted up into her slit once again and she was being built toward another sweet orgasm. All she could do was close her eyes and enjoy it as her ass slowly rotated on his face, using his tongue for an axle.
A minute later, she was socking her hot cunt directly at his mouth, on the verge of being overcome by the inferno of passion.
But Phil suddenly rolled her off his face onto the bed. He knelt over her face. Her red, moist lips caressed the head of the mighty hard-on that was pointing down at her. Phil leaned forward on his knees, which were planted next to her ears.
He stroked his prick into her mouth. Janet graciously received it, sliding her lovely lips and poking her long tongue. Then she barely had to move her mouth at all-Phil was wildly fucking her face, the tip of his lance banging into her tonsils a mile a minute. His masterly power overwhelmed her; she was a willing victim of his assault, but nevertheless basked in the beautiful domination he was exhibiting.
She looked up and saw a pained expression covering his face. He gritted his teeth. He mumbled to her: "Great! It's great! Get ready, baby! Won't be long! I'm gonna shoot my-"
Then his jets of hot cream belched into her throat as if coming out of a fire hose nozzle. The spurts of thick semen were almost too much for her-Janet choked and gagged a bit. But she struggled to retain her composure and triumphed in the end; she sucked the delicious cream out of him in perfect rhythm to its shooting. She swallowed with sheer delight and kept frenching until his balls had been completely drained.
Phil hauled out his satisfied schlong. He lay beside her in utter exhaustion. Five minutes later, Janet was still licking her creamy lips and savoring the lasting taste of his rich cream.
On weak, spindly knees, Phil finally went into the other room; he came back with more brandy and a fresh pack of Marlboro. Shortly thereafter, they were lulled into welcome slumber.
Janet awoke with a start. It was just beginning to get light out. She felt Phil's beard scraping on her tits. He was vigorously sucking on her tits, his tongue lashing the hardening nipples.
"Is it all right? You don't mind, do you?" he whispered through wet lips upon raising his head.
"Are you crazy?" she said with a slight giggle. He dropped his mouth over hers and kissed her very hard. She opened and thrust her tongue at his. They wildly twirled together.
Then Phil alternately tongued her ear and lightly blew into it. Janet felt chills sweeping through her from head to toe. After chewing on her earlobe, he mashed her rising-and-failing tits with his probing hands and sucked lustily on her coarse nips.
The horny, middle-aged professor's fingers wormed through her silky muff. Janet instinctively spread for him. He dabbed a finger into her moistening cunt, then pummeled her hole with three fingers. They tore in and out of her hot, gooey cunt so fast that she could hardly breathe!
She felt his hard-on sliding along her thighs and pointing into her gut. Phil pulled out his fingers. Janet felt his hands-one awfully greasy-circling her body.
He nosed his hot prick into her cunt lips, then unleashed a flurry of cyclonic lunges. "AAGGGHHHH! OOWWWW!" she whined as his enormous cock knifed into her fragile pussy.
Gradually, her shaft adjusted to his abnormal size. Phil's frantic drooling grew less painful; then the sharp pain melted into total and supreme pleasure. Janet flapped her thighs against his ribs. Her hands raced up and down his back. Their dripping mouths meshed together in a timeless caress.
"Fantastic . . . ahhh . . . you're outa this world, Jan," Phil muttered as his tough, hot tool rampaged in and out of her squishy, twinging, frothy cunt.
They rolled over. Phil balled her as they lay on their sides. Then she crouched on his plunging pipe as he lay flat on his back. And, a little later, they screwed while facing one another, with him resting against the headboard.
In due time, he fell forward, returning them to their original position. But they continued switching throughout-Janet was sure they used twice as many wonderful fucking positions as she had ever experienced.
Finally, the tumultuous act ended in the sitting position: Janet was in a blissful haze, adoring the sensation of his huge prick galloping in and out of her young cunt, then she felt his fuck-stick spitting rapid-fire bullets of hot, white cream.
It was just what she needed-with her nails digging into his flesh, she unloaded a fiery, mind-boggling, kicking, panting, twisting, squirming orgasm. For what seemed like hours, they came together, squirting, their hands groping and tearing at each other's limbs throughout the delicious conclusion.
By the time her mind and body had settled, Janet heard Phil's faint snores. Soon his shriveled cock slipped out of her soggy twat. And she also went back to sleep.
It was almost eleven when they got up. They cleaned up, got themselves together, and had a leisurely breakfast. During her second cup of coffee, Janet quizzed Phil about the plight of Liz.
She had briefed him the previous evening, but sex obliterated her inquiries. Phil could offer her only one clue-he described a ski lodge in Vermont whose owner liked to entertain.
"I know Liz has been there with other guests. That's for sure," he explained, but added, "However, when she was last there I can't say. A year? A month? Maybe she's there now. I don't know."
It wasn't too encouraging, but at least Janet had something to go on. Better than nothing, she consoled herself.
They mused for another half hour about the possible whereabouts of Liz; neither had any idea of whether she was even in trouble. Then Janet went to the phone and reserved a fast car at the local car-rental agency.
Phil stood next to her, playing with her perfect jugs. Toward the end of her conversation, Janet had trouble suppressing her laughter. Phil devilishly refused to be pushed away; he slipped his hands under her loose-fitting blue sweater and massaged her bra-less tits.
"You nasty, dirty old man!" Janet said joshingly, with a lively twinkle in her eyes, as she hung up the phone. Phil laughed uproariously, then took her in his arms, and dragged her to the middle of the living room.
He doffed his robe. Wearing only pajamas, he tackled her. They rolled around on the plushly-carpeted floor, hugging and kissing. Soon her sweater had been pulled up to her neck, then off. He eagerly squeezed her luscious, sexy mounds and wildly licked them.
Janet, clad only in faded dungarees, began to writhe. She ran her fingers through his long, dense hair. Phil slobbered her rosy nipples into his mouth and swished them around. She was pinned to the floor. He lowered a hand to excite her legs. She lifted a knee. His hand stroked her tight crotch.
Her cunt quickly grew hot and damp. While
Phil slid off her jeans (and discovered, to his immense delight, that she wore no panties), Janet pulled the draw string of his pajama bottoms and yanked them off. When his prick was left unimpeded by the garment, it sprung up with such energy that she almost got punched in the jaw!
One jab of his fingers and her cute cunt bush was saturated with her rambling juices. Phil roughly finger-fucked her, then drew his tongue up and down the white, oily icing of her hot cunt lips.
Her hair-lined crack shivered in his face. He rammed his tongue deep into her pussy. He slurped and gobbled in her gooey hole and goosed a finger up her tight, dry asshole. Then he fingered her cunt some more, then licked and sucked it, then fingered it, and so on. Before long, a thick mist of aromatic cunt vapors hung over their bodies.
At the same time, Janet friskily trailed her pointy tongue over his ball-sack. She kissed his hairy asshole. His entire groin region smelled like evergreens-she utterly adored it.
And, as if that wasn't enough to drive her insane (plus Phil's wild pussy-work!), his rigid hard-on was only inches away. She slid her fist up and down the bony length of it. She rubbed the throbbing organ lightly against each of her smooth cheeks.
Then Phil pushed her face down onto his great mast. She hardly needed the not-too-subtle hint! But Phil was frustrated to the extreme, dying to get one of Janet's delicious blow-jobs.
So she proceeded to lick it, liberally drooling spit all over his horny prick. After poking the fine tip of her pink tongue into the slit on the head of his tool, she sucked the bright red knob into her mouth. She jiggled her lips on it and whipped it with her tongue. Simultaneously, she jerked the lower half in her tight fist.
A few minutes later, Phil abruptly quit eating her cunt. He mounted her prone, nude figure, shaking with intense desire. He splayed her legs. She hunched up her skirt to show her cunt and reached over to him and opened the buttons on the front of his pajama top. And, just as she pulled it open, his chest crashed down onto her proud, hot-nippled knockers and his stiff prick seared up her cunt.
The breath hitched in her throat. When then-mats of pubic hair were meshed together and he was ball-deep in another minute of wild fucking, he pulled out and frenched. As he did, Janet shut her eyes. Her head began to spin like a top.
Janet was being driven out of her sweet, young skull, out of her cringing cunt.
He screwed her with all his power right from the outset. This was almost enough to knock Janet cold! She wasn't used to such vigor without being built up to it.
But he soon slowed down-Phil would ever-so-gradually slide his slick tool almost all the way out of her, pause for a second, the slam it all the way back in with incredible speed and dexterity. She had never seen a prick with such control!
Janet would break into crazy whimpers and high pitched pleas every time his warhead thudded to a halt in the deep, dark pit of her rasping channel.
And his balls would smack into her ass crack with every furious lunge, an inevitable after-touch that compounded her almost intolerable pangs of lofty, sharp ecstasy.
Then he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Following this strenuous chain of wild strokes, Phil suddenly ripped his cock out of her shaft. "What the--? Hey, you-please-" Janet murmured, nearly beset with panic. But he quickly glued his puckered lips to her slit, which was absolutely awash with her clammy juices.
"OOOHH! OOOHHNNOO!" she cried. His lips sucked hungrily on her slit, his tongue laced inside and darted crazily about. This lasted only a few seconds. Then he rammed his hot hard-on back into her fuming cunt. After another minute of wild fucking, he pulled out and frenched her pussy once again. Then back in with the tool.
Janet was being driven out of her sweet, young skull. Following the third series, she exploded into a furious climax. As she shook and groaned and flailed her limbs madly about, Phil withdrew and clamped his mouth onto her creaming cunt.
He sucked feverishly, gulping down her bubbling, spicy cunt juice as it spurted forth.
Then, licking his lips, Phil slammed his prick into her drenched cunt and unleashed an overpowering series of dynamite fuck-thrusts. After less than a half minute, the pressure in his bobbing nuts was too intense and his dam burst, spraying thick, hot sperm into her wounded cunt. Phil took a few final bucks of his pelvis, then, as a sinking feeling pervaded his body, he left his tool impaled in her hole.
When, during the late afternoon, they kissed good-bye at the car-rental agency, Janet and Phil both felt extremely lethargic. But happy.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet was wheeling the Corvette swiftly along the interstate highway. The orange sun was disappearing behind the mountains. The radio provided pleasant musical accompaniment. She felt free and at peace with the world-life had been good to her.
A routine glance in the rear-view mirror showed a car rapidly gaining on her. She slowed down. Too late. On went the flashing red light. Uttering a string of obscenities to herself, she pulled over. It wasn't a state trooper but a local cop. But she soon learned that was no reason for any optimism
A short, stocky, burly man-"Officer Madden" said the name-plate on his chest-peered in the window "What's the speed limit, Ma'am?" he snarled. "How fast was I going."
"I clocked you at 75. License and registration."
He strutted back to his patrol car. Janet followed him and got in the front seat. Officer Madden, clad in leather jacket, crash helmet, nightstick, gun, and high boots, was just starting to write out the ticket.
She thought of how the hassles-court, fine, loss of license-would shatter her plans. She had to think quickly.
Anticipating a long drive, Janet had dressed for comfort. Good thing, too! She stuck out her tits. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, the outline of her thick nipples was plainly visible through the thin, tightly-drawn front of her white blouse. The cop looked at her. His head snapped back in a perfect, cinematic double-take. Janet smiled seductively.
While Officer Madden was still looking, she pulled her left leg onto the front seat. As her knee bent, she spread her legs. Her beige miniskirt naturally was hiked way up. The officer, clearly a tough, no-nonsense type, was getting very up-tight.
He wanted to just do his job, but he couldn't stop staring at the sexy, stunningly-beautiful girl. He got a good view of her panties-they were tight and silky; he saw the dark outline of her cunt bush through them and, along the sides, stray curls peeked under the chafing elastic.
"Do you like what you see, sir?" Janet purred. Officer Madden cleared his throat a few times. "I simply can't afford a ticket," she continued, "and I'll do anything to avoid getting one. What do you think of that?"
Officer Madden who hadn't even begun to write, said nothing; he fumbled with his pencil.
Then Janet laid it on the line: "Look, Mister Madden, how would you like to get blown or fucked? Whatever you want. Isn't that more than fair?"
After deliberating briefly, he dropped his clipboard. "OK, lady, you got yourself a deal. Get in your car and follow me. But no funny stuff," he finally replied.
They drove for a mile, turned off the highway, and followed a bumpy dirt road for a quarter mile. Madden doused his lights and parked in the isolated, woodsy setting. Janet did the same, then climbed into his car. She felt a combination of amazement and pride that she was actually doing such a thing.
From the moment Officer Madden took off his bulky jacket and weaponry, the weird and vicarious thrill steadily grew within her. Janet unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it wide open. The lawman gaped at her full, gracefully-rounded tits. She lightly ran her palms over the bouncy jugs. Then he slid along the seat toward her and pawed them.
He kissed her neck and held her tight as he cupped the lovely torpedoes, petted them and squeezed them. Her pink nipples were soon a hard, prickly, deep crimson. Madden toyed with them. He dropped his mouth, but hesitated. However, his inhibitions evaporated just as fast-he slid wet kisses on the creamy flesh of her proud tits.
He stopped. He got out of the car. Janet heard the trunk open. Paranoid fantasies of knives and guns infected her brain. But Madden returned with an innocent pint of whiskey. After a few guzzles, he passed the bottle to Janet.
While the alcohol was still burning her throat, the rugged, slightly paunchy, thirty-fivish cop grabbed her luscious tits. He licked them then fed the ripe peaks into his mouth. He slid his ass lower in the seat. His thick, hairy fingers and wild mouth assaulted her delicate tits. Janet peeled off her panties and tossed them into the back seat.
"Now that's what I like to see," Officer Madden quipped. Hungrily stroking her long, smooth legs, he knelt on the seat. She swung her left leg over his head. Starting just above her ankles, he licked and kissed his way up her shapely legs.
When his mouth passed above her knees, he slung her legs over his shoulders. He gazed at her mossy crotch. Janet rocked back and bent her knees outward. Madden took a heavy whiff of her cunt. The pungent odor intoxicated him more than the whiskey had!
He wiped his hand across her shiny, pink cunt lips. He jabbed a pair of fingers into her slit and titillated her clitoris. The sex button doubled in size and became quite stiff. At the same time, her juices were flowing, making her gaping cunt dripping wet in no time. Madden pumped his fingers deep into her shaft after a few minutes of fiddling with her clitty. Janet banged the back of her head on the chrome door handle. Madden, fingering her hot pussy, planted wet kisses on the insides of her firm smooth thighs.
He slid his hand from between her warm legs. After wiping the grease onto the upholstery, the officer dropped his pants. Janet sat up. She seized the hard prick. It was of average length, but it was unbelievably fat.
She slid the skin back and forth over the head. His balls seemed to hang halfway to his knees. Janet licked them and rolled them around in her palm She kissed the very tip of his waving hard-on.
"Might as well go all the way, huh?" Officer Madden chuckled. His breath, heavy with liquor, quickened. Janet ran her tongue up and down and around his tough prong. He leaned back on his haunches, then sat on his ass, resting against the car door.
Soon her O-shaped mouth was dancing along his tool, her tongue curling and lashing at it.
As she sucked, Janet gently squeezed his very hairy nuts. And Madden's hands adventured on her bare skin wherever he could reach.
The officer bucked his ass up and down, screwing his hot, fat cock into her mouth. Soon, it was too intense and she stopped. It was just as well, because they were both ready to screw. Since the steering wheel was in the way, he slid across the seat.
Janet was on his lap, facing him, her legs folded. Madden crudely speared his rod into her cunt. She almost screamed from the pain. It felt like her tender cunt muscles were being shredded to ribbons. Cursing him for not taking it easy (but only in her mind), she muffled her protestations.
Madden was grunting and wheezing. No sophisticated touches from this man-not in the least! Nothing but rough, animalistic, out-and-out fucking . . . from his brutal entry until the end, without even the slightest letting up.
As she knew would be the case, Janet fell into his frenzied rhythm and enjoyed herself. The horny stud whammed into her with wild, bullish thrusts. Her eyes closed, Janet concentrated on bouncing on his fuck-pole-he did the rest!
After only several minutes, she felt his cream streaking into her body. She socked her tight cunt back and forth. Then, amidst groans and sighs, Madden settled deeper into the seat and his once-stampeding prick drew to a murky halt.
She could feel it shrinking in her twat. She got up from his lap, making the weary organ fall out of her overflowing hole. Then she really shocked him: Janet bent her mouth to his groin and licked the greasy, limp cock.
Seconds later, she sucked it into her mouth, cleansing it with her tongue and lips, and loving the bittersweet taste of their sex juices. Officer Madden, of course, was astounded that she (or anyone else) could do such a thing. Little did he know that Janet was having the time of her life!
After performing her little chore, Janet buttoned up and straightened herself. She noticed that the officer was in a big hurry to leave-fear of getting caught, she assumed.
So, minutes later, following self-conscious good-bye's and thank you's they drove off in opposite directions. As she glided through the night in the frisky fast car Janet was exhilarated by the naughty seduction with the lawman.
She eventually became glad that she hadn't bothered to put her panties back on: as she drove, the statuesque lass dipped an anxious hand under her skirt and twirled her fingers in her furry, sappy cunt.
She shoved them deep into her gleaming, smoldering cavern while flitting her pert clit with her thumb. Then she mashed the slippery button until frothy juices flooded into her itchy hand.
As she dumped her hot load, the right wheels of the car drifted onto the shoulder of the road. She lectured herself about watching where she was going. Once she had regained her equilibrium. Janet sucked on her gooey fingers, adoring the pungent taste of her own cunt cream.
Almost an hour later (after getting lost three times) Janet found the lodge. A pretty blonde named Sally, who, like Janet, was in her early twenties, opened the door, introduced herself, and invited her inside. Sally said Phil had called; she had been expecting her.
Since it was beginning to snow the hearth in the center of the main room was an excellent place to recline and talk. Sally explained that she was the only person there-the owner, Bill, would be back in a few hours and more people would be arriving for the weekend.
Sally produced some grass. It was good stuff-the girls were zonked after sharing a joint. And they were also becoming quite enchanted with each other. "My, but you're a lovely girl," Sally said in a hushed tone. Janet told her she thought it was mutual. Then their soft lips met as if attracted by a magnet.
The gentle caress quickly became a torrid embrace-as their mouths ground together, their tongues furtively swished about in each other's mouths.
Sally's dainty hands scurried to the ample tits that had dominated her consciousness from the instant Janet slipped off her coat. While Janet, cherishing the exuberant and shapely girl she barely knew, smothered her face and neck with wet kisses, Sally ravenously tore open her blouse.
Her fingers greedily crept along the graceful, velvety flesh of her twin fruits. Janet winced when Sally rubbed and pinched her proud boobs. As she worked on the tits which had so captivated her, Sally slid her blouse gently from her shoulders: gravity did the rest and the wrinkled blouse melted to the floor, leaving Janet clad in nothing but her miniskirt. Isn't it incredible the way these things happen so fast! she thought.
As her fingers pranced on Sally's chest, Janet discovered that she, too, was wearing no bra. Sally sighed and raised her arms when Janet pulled off her striped turtleneck sweater.
Her tits were small and round, like melons. Janet rubbed the warm firm skin and marveled at the hardness of her jutting nipples. They were almost as big as the tits themselves, it seemed! Janet's mouth dribbled saliva on the creamy mounds. Seconds later, her tongue was lashing at the crisp, ripe nipples. As she lustily sucked on the yummy, pointed tips, Sally plastered her body against Janet's and began to undulate.
Soon the duet was wildly humping each other, their fingers swarming over the other's lush curves.
"Hold it a minute, love. I want to get my pants off," Sally gasped. For that, Janet could wait! In fact, she helped her. Close behind the clinging ski-pants came her panties. As Sally kicked them past her ankles, Janet hypnotically leered at the golden nest of cute, curly hair in her crotch.
"Darling, I'm going crazy!" Janet whined. The frustration and tension she felt were almost enough to make her sob. She immediately threw herself at Sally once again, hungrily chewing on her delicious tits, her hands scampering up and down her sleek, warm legs. And Sally's fingers were tearing, mauling, digging, and pinching at her sultry body.
Janet's prey, of course, was Sally's twitching pussy. Covering the willowy blonde with her enticing figure, Janet felt her skirt being pulled up. Sally's fingers clawed at the supple, smooth ass cheeks that were revealed.
Janet, now writhing and shaking, clapped her palm snugly against her twat. Sally jerked her hips as Janet stroked her moist cunt slit. Her fingertip prowled into the greasy trough and waltzed on Sally's clit. Sally, panting like mad, thrust her legs apart, granting Janet even greater access to the seething treasure that lurked within her red, slick folds of cunt muscles.
Janet jabbed a finger into the musky love hole. "Hey! That's nice, so niiiiiccce. Oooohhhh!" Sally cooed, drawing in a deep breath. Her gleaming blonde locks were tossed a skew She bucked her ass up above the bearskin rug repeatedly.
Then she shrieked from the swirling eaves of sheer bliss when Janet smacked her lips on her seething, drenched oval cunt-mouth. Janet frantically nuzzled against the vibrating, smelly, and o-so-delicious pussy. Her tongue charged inside, literally trampling Sally's tormented clit.
Sally was pitching and yawing as Janet furiously chewed on her cunt. Because of the wild way Sally was slapping her snatch at her face, Janet had to twine her arms around her lower ass cheeks. She paused briefly to pluck a loose, yellow cunt hair from the corner of her mouth.
With that exception, she incessantly frenched cute Sally's drooling hole. And, much earlier than she expected, Janet's mouth was filled with gushing rivers of hot, spicy cunt cream. She desperately struggled to keep her sucking mouth fixed to the doused slit. As Sally pleaded, whimpered, and tossed her head from side to side, Janet savored and digested her sticky load.
When Janet finally raised her head, Sally continued to lie in a satiated trance. Janet licked her lips and wiped the shiny splotches of cunt juice from her face, then set about to rouse Sally, who, not surprisingly, wanted none of it.
* * *
"Hi, ladies! Don't want to disturb you but," Bill said cheerfully as he walked in. Janet and Sally were huddled naked under a blanket by the hearth. They sat up with a start. The blanket fell to their waists giving Bill an idea of what had been going on, as well as a graphic portrait of Janet's physical endowments.
"Janet, this is Bill, our host. He's a horny, jet-set, aristocratic, millionaire playboy," Sally teasingly exclaimed. Bill, who was warming his hands over the fire, exchanged smiles and greetings with Janet, who made no effort to pull up the blanket. Bill didn't bother denying Sally's description; besides it was all true!
Bill took off his boots and parka and sat down with the girls. During their amiable conversation, two more joints were passed around.
After a while, Sally said, "Bill, why don't you get out of those clothes and get comfortable like Janet and me." He laughed. Then she whispered into Janet's ear, proposing that they strip him, and poking her tongue inside just for the fun of it. Janet nodded her agreement.
Suddenly, the two girls dove on Bill. He rolled around, not completely surprised by the attack, as the voluptuous naked figures wildly tugged at his clothing.
He faked resistance, then abandoned the facade. Sally freed his pants while Janet pulled his sweater and shirt clumsily over his head. Soon he was stripped to the waist and his pants had been slid down his manly, brown-haired thighs.
Janet saw why Sally had wanted to rape him, Bill, a handsome, well-built guy of twenty-eight, was exhibiting a wonderful cock that was throbbing and swelling. Sally knelt on one side of Bill (who was on his back), Janet on the other.
Sally bent over and, grasping his prick, fluttered her tongue on the red, crowned head of his bony stick. Janet played with his nuts. And dragged her wet tongue all over his sack. Bill held each of them by the back of their necks.
"Ah, what more could a man ever want?" Bill said between gasps. Sally briskly beat him off. His towering tool was as hard as could be. She carefully licked up and down his root. Janet kissed his balls and affectionately rubbed, then tongued, his upper thighs.
After coating it with spit, Sally sucked Bill's commanding hard-on into her horny mouth. Her clinging lips slid slowly up and down, her tongue flicking at the mighty muscle.
Meanwhile, Janet, who had been enviously peering at Sally's bobbing mouth, was being pulled by the feet toward Bill's head. The strong, hedonistic stud pulled, guided, and lifted Janet onto his face. "Oh, boy!" she said under her breath, her whole body tingling with anticipation.
Her soft growth of thick hair slid along his face. Then Bill arrested her movement as his mouth touched her moist, pink cunt lips. At his urging, Janet pushed her knees further apart. Her slimy, scorching cunt fit over his puckered mouth like a mask.
As he held her tightly on the lips, Bill caressed her jiggling slit with sliding lips. When his tongue dashed into her tender hole, Janet felt as if she was blasting straight up into the air like an ICBM being launched.
Her dripping cunt settled onto his mouth, then jumped up, and down, and up, and down. As she writhed on his piercing tongue, her full jugs bounced rhythmically. She slowly closed her eyes. Only Bill's hands kept her from losing her balance.
As she rolled and reeled on his "face, Sally kept sucking on his cock, but now it was faster than ever. Her pretty head was a bobbing blur. Her drooping tits quivered on the tops of his thighs.
"AGGGHHHI-MMMM, Wheeww, Here I go! AGGGHHH!-Mmmmmm . . . " Janet cried. Her simmering cunt juice gushed into Bill's mouth and flooded onto his face. Janet, sweat dotting her brow, writhed and moaned. Bill eagerly slurped up the tangy sauce, then, swallowing, eased her off his face. Weakened, with a glazed expression testifying to her happiness, Janet watched some of her excess juice trickling down the underside of his chin.
Janet peered over at Sally. As she blew Bill, her eyes were slowly opening and closing. His ass bucked up and down, driving his hot prick deep into her mouth. Then he spoke in a throaty whisper: "Get ready, baby . . . I'm . . . here I go! I'm shooting!"
He clenched his teeth and gripped her head. His boiling sperm rocketed into her mouth. Janet watched Sally's cheeks puff outward as the delicious cream welled up in her mouth. She swallowed slowly, still sucking for more.
Janet felt herself suddenly possessed by an all-powerful urge to taste some of the nectar Bill was releasing into the pretty blonde's throat. She quickly stuck her face next to Sally's and snatched the spitting tool out of her mouth.
Sally, her lips coated with the greasy fluid, was momentarily stunned. She watched Janet stuff his cock into her mouth and suck like mad; the salty thick cream, after being swished crazily around in her mouth, flowed smoothly down her throat. Janet loved the taste of cream more than anything in the world-and Bill's was heavier and more flavorful than any she had ever tasted. She wanted to feel it creaming in her mouth forever.
But, experiencing a deep sense of obligation to the kindly Sally, she immediately returned it. Sally smiled as she fed the slimy rod back into her mouth. Soon her adam's apple was bobbing once again. Her viciously sucking lips and flapping tongue pulled the rest of his load into her grateful mouth.
Bill, moaning from the supreme pleasure, writhed wildly, keeping his ass lifted in the air and his prick imbedded in her mouth. Then he settled to the furry rug, totally spent and exhausted.
A minute later, after catching his breath and letting his mind come out of orbit, Bill looked down at the two naked girls who were licking their lips. "Ohh! That was terrific! You two make one helluva combination-and I thank you-more than you can believe," he said with a satisfied smile.
Sally, sweeping her blonde hair out of her face, acknowledged his comment: "And you've got the best cock in the world, Bill darling."
"I can hardly argue with that!" Janet quipped, then added, "But I think I can speak for Sally and myself-you haven't seen anything yet!"
Before Bill could ask what she meant by that, Janet was pulling Sally's legs apart. She licked her warm shapely thighs, then stuck her head in between them. Sally reeled backward and gasped with joy as Janet glued her mouth to her cunt. She slid her lips up and down, driving Sally out of her mind.
"Holy shit! you're as amazing as she is!" Bill mumbled. He was referring to Janet, who was pleased with the remark. Bill had never known a girl like Sally-she liked more sex in more varieties than anyone he had ever known or heard of. But he was beginning to think, from looking at Janet, that Sally might not be one of a kind after all!
Janet raised her head briefly. With one hand she pulled Sally's fat cunt lips apart; the other hand was slipped under her fine ass to passionately grip her soft buttocks. Now Janet was really ready to do some cunt sucking!
Her tongue stabbed into the gaping, wet delight between her cunt lips. Janet feverishly licked her slit, rubbed her nose against her rasping cut, and jammed her lips tight into her cunt.
She slapped her tongue against the hard nut of her gooey cut.
She pinched it in her red lips, she nibbled eagerly on it. The more she sucked on the luscious pussy, the more she knew it was the most wonderful she had ever eaten. And, in the midst of the fiery act, she realized that she had fallen rapidly in love with beautiful, blonde Sally!
"Ahhh! That's just perfect, Janet! Just perfect! I can't believe it! MMMM!" Sally wailed, flopping her head from side to side. She pulled her legs higher than seemed physically possible and socked her hairy cunt, furiously at Janet's face, as the insides of her elegant thighs pounded against the sides of her head, which was furtively rotating in time to the horny ministrations of her plunging tongue.
Sally, who had been mauling her tough-nippled tits with her desperate fingers, dropped her hands to the back of Janet's head, pulling her mouth deeper into her hot cunt, which was barely possible. Seeing this, Bill turned his attention to Sally's rising-and-falling tits.
He massaged them and pinched them, then covered the dark nipples with his mouth. He frenched the prickly chestnuts and, shortly, draped an arm around Janet's crouching ass.
She lurched slightly as his fingers lingered on her smooth ass cheeks. When he wormed through the nest of pubic hair between the undercurves of her buttocks and began to play with her moist pussy, Janet began to twist violently and chew on Sally's seething love hole with everything she had.
While Bill pumped a finger into Janet's poised cunt, she propelled the length of her tongue deep into Sally's shaft. Her tongue flicking madly away, Janet kept her lovely, sucking mouth clamped to Sally's hot outer cunt lips.
Her frenching was having the desired effect-the fantastic churning tongue was sending Sally into a stormy, dizzy pinnacle of ecstasy. Whimpering, panting, and tugging at Janet's hair, Sally cut loose a torrent of spicy cunt juice.
Janet happily slopped it up as fast as it gushed forth from the murky depths of her womanhood. While Janet repeatedly sucked and swallowed, Sally sunk her teeth into the corner of a nearby pillow.
As Janet was drinking up the last of her tangy load of hot cunt juice, Sally tried to speak coherently: "Oh, Jan, I-you're so-what in hell-I just can't-' And so on. She had never felt so fully satisfied in her life; she knew she would want more before long, but this splendid moment was one to remember forever.
But Janet and Bill weren't finished. While she was putting the final touches on her magnificent sucking of Sally's cunt, Bill had gotten to his knees behind the crouching brunette. Still finger-fucking her cunt, he had pulled her round ass cheeks apart and played with her neat little asshole. Now he was forcing a finger into the tight, spongy hole.
Janet, on her hands and knees, dipped her face into the pillow on the floor which Sally had been chewing on in her throes of sweet joy. She spread her legs farther apart and arched her ass as she squirmed. Bill soon had one middle finger buried in her cunt, the other in her shithole. He drew them in and out in unison, making Janet shudder with delight.
"Well, what do you know," Bill said softly as he looked down at his own equipment. Yes, his prick was springing to life once again. He hadn't expected to be able to rip off another so fast after getting that incredible blow job from the girls, but there it was, a fully-blown, throbbing hard-on, whose existence he owned to the sensuality of his hard-on, whose existence he owed to the sensuality of his
Janet soon knew what his words meant-she felt his great bony hard-on sliding along her ass and upper thighs. Then he ripped out his fingers and said to Janet, "I hope you're ready, baby, cause I am and I don't think anything can stop me." Janet nodded as she swiveled her head around toward him for a second. The mere words of his horny desire and determination were almost enough to make her come!
With the sharp taste of Sally's cunt still fresh in her mouth, Janet felt Bill guiding his swollen prick into her cunt lips. After wrapping his muscular arms around her, he bucked her hips forward with all his might, ramming his lusting tool deep into her hot, dripping cunt.
His elbows locked against the fronts of her hips. Bill's hands cupped the firm tips of her drooping, swaying jugs as he slammed his prick with battering-ram intensity into her young pussy. Though her face appeared tortured, tremors of glee were swimming in her head. Bill, whose chin had been grinding into the middle of her back, raised his head, leaned backward, and fucked as hard as he could.
' Here comes number two, Jan, here it comes," Bill announced. A second later, she felt his waves of hot cream spurting into her cunt. It was all she needed to touch off her own climax. Amid gasps and clutching fingers, the pair shot their love juice at each other.
By the time it was over, the three were thoroughly exhausted. And it was late-very late. They staggered to the master bedroom and, with Bill between the girls, the nude trio soon fell asleep in the comfort of the big double bed.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Janet woke up to find Bill lightly tracing his fingers over the smooth mounds of her tits. For a confused second or two, she forgot where she was. Then everything fell into place. She still felt a little high from the previous night's dope. After mumbling quick greetings of the morning to each other, Bill dropped his mouth over hers. Her slender arms circled his back. Their lips meshed together and Bill's tongue poked into her mouth. Her tongue came alive and darted forth to meet his. As she sucked on his tongue, Bill's spidery fingers excited her heaving breasts. Sally continued to sleep soundly.
"Nothing like a quickie in the morning before a day of skiing," Bill commented.
"Now that's something I endorse for non-skiers, too," replied Janet, who could feel his huge hard-on stabbing at her belly and thighs. Then, while he licked and kissed her splendid nipples, Bill steered his prick into her hairy crotch.
Bill mounted the spread-eagled figure of Janet. She lifted her knees. Suddenly (even before she expected) the crowned warhead of his stiff organ was slicing into her aching cunt. She spread as far as she could. Bill was fucking her so hard she could barely breathe or do anything else except love it.
She hooked her long legs around his driving torso. From the outset, Bill was sprinting in and out of her soft shaft; she knew that he meant what he had said about a quickie. Their chests pounded together. He tongued her ear and mouth and bit at the tender flesh of her neck as his hard-on barreled wildly in and out of her drooling cunt. They both were breathing heavily. Their fingers clawed at the fine bodies of their partners.
For only a little more than five minutes, they thrust their pelvises at each other. Then Bill, his jaw hanging open, dumped his load of bubbling-hot sperm into the pit of her pussy.
"See you later. I don't know if I can wait," Bill said to her after pulling out. He hurriedly cleaned up, donned his ski garb and left for the slopes. Janet realized she could have gotten pissed off at him for doing nothing more than getting his rocks off inside her and then splitting, but she wasn't. Bill was simply too nice and too good!
After a trip to the bathroom, Janet tried to go back to sleep. But she couldn't; since she hadn't been satisfied, the itching, nagging in her insides prevented it. She gazed at the naked, sleeping body of Sally, who, amazingly enough, had slept through the whole thing. There, Janet decided, lay the answer to her frustration.
Sally woke up a minute later to find Janet licking her tits and stroking her flawless legs. The girls immediately embraced and launched into a fiery, tonguing kiss that seemed to last forever. When their mouths were pulled apart, Sally, like Jan, felt a sexual inferno raging within her.
Janet twisted her body around so they could suck on each other's tits at the same time. And Janet, on her haunches, proceeded to drag a warm, wet kiss across the flat expanse of Sally's stomach. Then her tongue wandered into her cunt bush, her nuzzling mouth dampening her curly tufts of golden cunt hair. "Yes, dear, do it! You must! Hurry! Please!" Sally begged. Just what Janet had in mind, not surprisingly.
Janet's tongue was like a dog's-stuck way out and slobbering like mad as she ran it up and down Sally's juicy cunt slit. She did this for several minutes, making Sally almost explode with frustration. Then Janet plucked her hair-shrouded cunt lips apart and her tongue scampered inside. She hungrily flailed her hard clit with lips, tongue, and teeth.
Sally, in a frenzy, pleaded with her: "Do it, Jan! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck me!" And, in a matter of seconds, Janet's tongue did knife into her hole. Janet was glad she had waited this long-Sally's cunt, delicious as always and hot as hell, was absolutely sopping wet.
As her tongue jabbed frantically, Janet's face became glazed with smears of sticky cunt juice. And, at Sally's coaxing, she was spinning her body around. Soon she was kneeling over Sally. The blonde temptress rubbed her cunt and fondled her lovely buttocks, then pulled her ass down onto her face.
Her groping hands situated Janet's horny cunt on her mouth. Her tongue shot into the slit. Their arms wrapped around each other's hips, the girls devoured each other's yummy cunts. Before long, they were wildly thrashing through the sixty-nine, hoping it could last forever.
Janet, already greatly aroused before Sally's tongue tore into her, came first, flooding cunt juice into Sally's waiting mouth. She felt weak, but summoned all her energies. After rolling off and slowing up slightly to get herself back together, Janet mealed Sally's cunt like a maniac while fingering her tight asshole.
"That's the way! Oh, shit! How can I stand it? Oh, Jan! Darling! Jan! DARLING!" Sally whined. She felt like a half dozen tongues were lapping her burning cunt. Finally on the verge of tears of joy and quivering and vibrating all over, Sally soared into a tumultuous orgasm Her gooey cunt juice squirted into Janet's mouth, nose, and dripped down her mouth over her chin onto her neck. But she sucked up and digested most of the pulsating load.
Then, feeling tired and content, Janet sank into a peaceful slumber. As did Sally.
Janet spent the afternoon tracking down leads and asking people if they knew anything about where Liz might be. Yes, several knew her but, like Bill and Sally, said she had taken off some time ago without saying where she was going. The ski area was a place for sheer fun; relationships were frequently ephemeral. Her inquiries led nowhere. She was getting discouraged. Was there any hope? She didn't know
So, tired and mildly depressed, Janet returned to Bill's ski lodge after dark. She noted two more cars parked out front. When she walked in, thoughts of Liz disappeared from her mind-a wild orgy was underway!
The music was blaring. Sally, stark naked, was swinging back and forth on a makeshift trapeze attached to the overhead oak beams.
As Janet watched aghast, Bill approached her, kissed her on the mouth, and helped her off with her coat. Before hanging it on a hook, Bill stuck a pipe in her mouth. Janet puffed hard on the pipe, filling her lungs with hash. She was off and singing in no time.
She assumed everyone else was smoking the stuff until Bill gestured at Sally and said, "She's tripping. Acid." Janet cringed at the thought of the LSD; grass and hash were her thing-nothing stronger. But, she told herself, at least she's having a good trip. That was more than obvious!
Janet sat on a couch with Bill, who enjoyed engineering such wild scenes. They took a few more heavy tokes on the pipe and watched the goings-on. As Sally blissfully swung through the air, a good friend of Bill's from Boston, Al, was taking off his clothes. Wearing nothing but his underpants and a pair of yellow tinted ski goggles, he cavorted about the spacious main room He and his date, Gail, were both veterans of Bill's famous parties, he informed Janet.
And they were both good and stoned. Al, a tall and good-looking guy with a lot of dark brown hair on his head and body, ceased prancing and stopped next to Gail, who was warming herself by the hearth in the middle of the room. They giggled and kissed affectionately. Al pulled up her ski sweater. "Why, Albert, you fiend! Stop that this instant!" Gail shrieked above the piercing throbs of the rock music as she hauled down her sweater. They both erupted into gales of uncontrollable laughter. It was a charade. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Gail continued joking.
Al, feigning shock, jumped backward. He was so wrecked he nearly fell over. Then he slipped Gail's sweater and turtleneck over her head, revealing a lacey white bra that snugly held her tits. Al dropped to his knees and, after pulling off her boots, slid down her form fitting stretch pants.
"Nice, huh?" Bill said to Jan. "Just be patient and you can have either or both of them. What do you think of that?"
"Music to my ears, Billy-Boy," Janet replied. She had been drinking in the manly appeal that Al exuded. Now her concentration was fixed on Gail. Al was pulling her stretch pants past her feet. Gail wore only bra and panties at this point-sufficient for Janet to size her up. And she liked what she saw. Gail was as tall as she was, but had a slimmer frame. Her long, straight black hair shined in the light of the burning logs. Her white skin smooth and perfect, contrasted its whiteness with her jet-black locks. Her face was pretty, her smile cheerful and charming.
Al took her by the hand. He led her to the kitchen. Janet marveled at the narrow but beautiful arms and legs of the curvaceous, young girl. Despite her height, Gail couldn't have weighed much more than a hundred or a hundred and ten pounds. Through her bikini panties, Jan could see the outline of her black crop of cunt hair. . . and her fine, firm asscheeks. She was intensely interested in Gail. And Al.
From her vantage point, Janet could see what they were doing in the kitchen. And why they had taken Bill's playful, frisky German Shepherd dog-named Wolfgang-with them They breathed smoke into the dog's face. Soon the kitchen was all smoky. They were careful not to tease Wolfgang. And, before long, the dog was also high (and not for the first time by any means!).
After Wolfgang scampered back into the main room Janet saw Al take off Gail's bra. Her pert little tits, almost perfectly round, were capped with dark reddish-brownish, protruding nipples-like twin cones. Al and Gail danced out of the kitchen after he had rubbed her tits and tongued her mouth briefly. Janet loved the slight bounces and ways of her tits as she moved, as well as the tantalizing, catlike grace of her entire body. She was becoming excited. She had trouble keeping still. Her cunt was getting hot. Her tits began to tingle. She leaned closer to Bill. He draped an arm around her. His free hand pounced on her chest. As their tongues twined together a minute later, Bill opened her blouse. When the last button was undone, he reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra. He pulled her blouse open and lifted the bra, spilling her ravishing breasts from the cups.
"What a magnificent set of tits," Bill mused as his opening-and-closing palms fondled them. "I almost fainted when I saw them the first time, Jan, and I still can't get over them. You're a dream, beautiful all over," he continued.
While he was talking about "almost fainting," Janet was experiencing a furious dope-rush. Her eyes closed. Her mind was the universe. She came out of it after a few seconds but, typically, it seemed to last much longer. Then she languished in the pleasure Bill was giving her-he alternately tongued her mouth, licked her ears, chewed on her earlobes, sucked her tits, and mauled them in his fumbling, horny hands.
And Janet unzipped his fly and reached in. She played with his stiff cock and loosely-hung balls. While thrilling each other, Bill and Janet also surveyed the other activities in the room They couldn't help but notice; nor did they want to miss a single thing.
After coming down from her swing (with Al's help), Sally also made a visit to the kitchen. In the refrigerator she found a hot dog. Triumphantly waving it in the air, she skipped back into the main room. As she sat on the brick surrounding the hearth, Gail stuck a pillow under her bare ass. Sally rested her heels on the edge and cast her knees outward.
All eyes were on her. "Is she gonna stick that meat up her--? " Janet began.
"Right you are, baby," Bill confirmed while she was in mid-sentence.
Sure enough, Sally proceeded to push the hot dog into her cunt. She wiped the end around in her slit, then the meat disappeared up her shaft. Sally cringed from the cold thing going up her hot cunt. Clutching the end, she drove it in and out. She looked up and saw that she had a rapt audience. It thrilled her to know that the others were watching. After a few minutes, much to her dismay, the hot dog broke. Al knelt between her legs. When he got up, the wiener was held in his teeth. Sally's cunt oil glimmered around his mouth. What was left of the hot dog was tossed into the fire (much to Wolfgang's dismay!). Al returned his mouth to Sally's pink, greasy cunt. He lapped her smelly slit, driving Sally into another world.
After sucking her cunt for a while, Al helped Gail spread three old shower curtains on the floor to protect the rug. Janet, who was nude to the waist by now, quit licking the blood-filled knob of Bill's prick. Keeping her fingers curled around the big, round, bony, hairy base, she sat up. Her curiosity had been aroused once again. What the hell were those shower curtains for, she wondered. Bill said he knew but he wouldn't tell her, "You'll find out soon enough. Be patient," was all he would say.
When she saw Al walk out of the kitchen lugging a two-gallon can of imported olive oil, Janet pretty much figured things out by herself. Sally lay down on the sheets of plastic. Al stripped off his underpants. As Janet had surmised, Al was also well-hung; she stared at his half-hard hose and swinging balls. She took a few vigorous whacks on Bill's cock after Al's unintended inspiration.
Al knelt on the edge of the plastic and opened the can. "C'mon, Al lover, hurry up. Don't be shy. Do your thing," Sally yelled. She was cupping her tits and pinching her nipples. Then she put both hands in her crotch and pulled her cunt lips apart. A true exhibitionist. She lunged for his prick but couldn't quite make it.
Before she could make another attempt, Al poured some of the olive oil on her tits. More sloshed onto her belly. Al quickly smeared the golden oil all over Sally's front.
She also spread the stuff around. "Ah, yes! I love it! I LOVE IT!" the freaked-out blonde beauty screamed. Gail hastily peeled off her skimpy panties, poured some oil into her cupped palm, and spread it liberally on Sally's bare legs. Sally kept yelping with joy, especially when Gail ran her oil-coated hands through her cunt hair and ass-crack.
Al and Gail rolled her over, They did her back, coating her from neck to feet. While this was going on, Sally was also wiping the oil on Al and Gail. Then the two girls pinned Al to the plastic and covered him. Then Al and Gail turned on each other. And so it went, until all three were wearing a coating of olive oil and nothing else.
They gleefully rolled on top of each other. Soon it was a wrestling match. But their bodies were so slippery that no one could hold onto each other for more than a few seconds before they were able to slither free.
Sally and Gail lay on their backs with knees spread and hiked high in the air. "Okay, who's first?" Al barked. He was sporting a fine hard-on-a hard-on that Janet couldn't wait to get in her mouth. Both girls raised their hands and shouted "ME! ME!"
Al screwed his stiff cock into Gail first. His tool disappeared into her shaft. Gail twined her oily legs around him as he fucked her, but they were too slippery to hold on. He gave her a flurry of energetic fuck-strokes, then drew his rod out and, just as fast, pumped it into Sally's poised cunt. Sally got hers, then Al balled Gail once again Then Sally, then Gail, switching partners a few times every minute. This went on for almost a half hour-the nude, stoned, horny, oil-coated trio thrashing and kicking and sliding and grinding throughout.
Sally rocked through a wild orgasm eventually; it left her looking dead, but actually she was quite coherent. . . and still grooving. This became apparent after Al and Gail fucked each other to orgasm: upon pulling his limp cock out of her creamy cunt, Sally grabbed it and finished it off with a dedicated set of lips and twirling tongue.
Toward the end of the olive oil scene, Janet had peeled off her panties; the crotch was saturated with her cunt juice. She was naked except for her skirt, which was touseled up around her waist. As she slouched on the sofa, Bill knelt before her.
"Now it's finally your turn, Jan," Bill said as she dropped each of her legs over his shoulders. He fiddled with her damp, hairy twat and kissed his way up her warm legs.
"Hurry, Bill, hurry," Janet moaned. She wasn't kidding; she felt like she'd die if she didn't get something in her cunt before long.
Bill did hurry. He cupped the bottoms of her asscheeks in his hands and took a deep whiff of her cunt from inches away. That was all he needed. Spurred on by the pungent fumes and the feel and sight of her smooth crotch, Bill smacked his mouth against her cunt lips.
"OOHH! . . . MMM! . . . YES!" Janet groaned. His tongue furiously assailed her clit. He lashed it and pinched it and pushed it. Jan felt waves of shrill pleasure streaking through her entire body. Bucking her cunt back and forth, she locked her thighs around his head. Bill plunged his tongue up her drooling lovehole. His tight lips sucked with the power of a vacuum cleaner at the same time. Janet felt herself lift-off. Her rivers of cunt juice streamed forth. Bill anxiously sucked and savored and gulped the precious gravy down. Janet, with goose bumps all over her ravaged body, felt as if her brains were being juggled. She couldn't recall ever coming so hard so fast!
Bill could see that she was in no shape to do any fucking for a while. But he couldn't wait. He seized Gail by the wrist. They paused long enough to get the rest of his clothes off, then flopped onto the plastic bedding on the floor. Bill was rapidly covered with oil from Gail's body and the old shower curtains, but he was only faintly aware of it-his mind was focused on driving his craving fuck-stick into Gail's sexy body.
His violent entry hurt her. Gail bit her lower lip and writhed crazily about. However, her cunt soon adjusted and she took him ball-high. They slid and slipped in the greasy pool of oil, but kept fucking like animals until Gail had come twice and Bill had filled her beautiful, pink-lipped, black-maned cunt with hot, thick, white cream-about a pint of it, according to Gail!
After they had recovered, Bill and Gail joined Al and Sally in de-lubricating their bodies. The olive oil fun was over. . . but the night was still young!
Janet emerged from Bill's bedroom where she had been chatting, smoking (tobacco and hash), and generally relaxing with him. She wore a pair of heavy ski socks. That was all. Gail, who had been cooking spaghetti, spied her from the kitchen. They met near the hearth. Gail, clad in a striped apron that loosely concealed her front from waist to mid-thigh, had been waiting to confront her. Janet hadn't been quite that calculating, but felt the same about the sultry black-haired goddess.
They stood eye to eye. Janet didn't know what was up at first. Gail rested her hand on Jan's hip. "I've been waiting for you. Suppose we go upstairs, Janet," Gail bluntly propositioned her.
There was no doubt in Janet's mind what her words meant; it wasn't so much the words but the look in Gail's eyes that had told her. She was so happy she felt herself melting. Without exchanging another word, the girls turned and walked, holding hands, up the stairs and into Gail and Al's bedroom.
"Leave the light on," Janet pined. She wanted to see Gail as well as eat her. Standing beside the bed, they embraced and kissed passionately. As their lovely chests pressed together, their hands explored and caressed each other's bodies. As Janet basked in the delicious feeling of her wet, smooth tongue being slid against Gail's, she pulled off her apron with a single swipe of her hand.
As the apron fell to the wooden planks of the floor, Janet and Gail fell onto the cozy bed. From head to toe, their figures were plastered against each other. Their mouths still wildly frenching, they rolled over and over each other's writhing, desirous bodies.
Their lips parted. Gail, lying on top, held Janet's head in her hands and purred, "You're so pretty, Jan. I've been dying to make love with you since the second I saw you. And now I'm gonna eat you like you've never been eaten before!" All Janet could do was sigh.
Gail, who delighted in Janet's lush, graceful tits, lowered her cute mouth to them Squeezing the fine, fleshy mounds in her delicate fingers, she licked and then sucked on the coarse, dark nipples. At the same time, Janet stroked her back and asscheeks.
The girls were no longer breathing but panting. Gail rubbed her exquisite, lustrous legs. She brought her hand higher and higher with each stroke. Soon she touched the first few curls of pubic hair. Seconds later, she clapped her opened palm against Janet's fluffy growth of cunt fur. She lightly skimmed along the hairs that covered her cunt lips. Janet spread for beautiful Gail. She winced when her finger dipped into her moist cunt slit. Gail kept increasing the pressure; she was driving Janet wild. Soon her horny fingers were trampling her beady clitoris.
At the same time, Gail's face was getting closer to her slimy, plunging fingers. She hauled them out. Briefly Gail sniffed her fingers. She licked them-much better than she thought humanly possible!
After all the testing and teasing and foreplay, Gail and Janet were ready to get down to the real nitty-gritty. No more fooling around. Gail curled her arms around Janet's firm upper thighs and held on tight. In almost the same motion, her mouth swooped into Janet's nest. Her tongue scurried through the dense forest and darted into her dripping, flaming slit.
And Janet did feel like she was getting eaten as never before! From the instant Gail's tongue pounced on her hot clit, Janet began bucking her sweet ass above the sheets. A bit later, her ass remained suspended in utter bliss as Gail gnawed on her cunt and slashed her tongue deep inside. Janet, in a hot-and-cold sweat, felt the lightning bolts of unbounded sexual energy flying wildly through her system faster and faster . . . her hips shimmied out of control, her hands groped feverishly in every direction at once.
Janet felt herself on the verge. .But she wanted Gail to keep frenching her pussy forever. She wanted to stop her, but couldn't; she could barely think about it! Less than half a minute later, she rollicked through the delightful, pounding throes of a shattering climax.
"Gail! Gail! My darling, my love! . . . I'm coming . . . I'm coming . . . AAHH!-OOHH NNNOOOO! . . . YESS! OOHHH!" Jan gasped. YESSS! . . . OOHHH!" Jan gasped.
The highly-charged emotion of the act also sent Gail into orbit. Especially during the magic moment when the first geyser of steaming cunt juice rushed into her mouth. Keeping her tongue submerged in the greasy hole, she vigorously sucked up the spicy, smelly spurts of delicious cunt cream.
Janet felt herself getting weak all over. The very life was being drained out of her. Eyes clamped shut, she clenched her teeth. She made such tight fists that her fingernails dug painfully into the tender palms of her dainty hands. And Gail kept sucking and tonguing until she had swallowed every last wonderful drop of Janet's tasty secretion.
Ten minutes later. Janet still felt dizzy and spent. She managed to speak: 'Oh, Gail, you're so good. How can I ever thank you? You'll never know how much I loved that! I love you! I LOVE YOU!"
With that, the girls kissed passionately Janet adored the lingering taste of her own cunt juices in Gail's mouth. After screwing their tongues into each other's mouths, Gail said to Janet in winsome tones, "Darling, you know how I want you to thank me, don't you? You think I'm pretty and sexy, don't you? You want to make love to my cunt with your tongue, don't you?"
"Oh, yes-yes, yes-yes yes yes!" Janet confirmed. She thought it was ridiculous that there was any doubt in Gail's mind about those things.
So Janet replied further by grasping the graceful undercurves of Gail's proud breasts in her upturned palms and gently kissing the soft flesh around the nipples. Then her puckered lips delivered wet caresses to each of her leathery nipples. Gail began to writhe. Janet's lips parted over the lovely rosebuds and sucked them into her mouth, her tongue slapping and licking at them all the while.
Now it was Gail's turn to recline on the bed and enjoy Janet's skillful, devoted lovemaking. While sucking her tits, one after the other, Janet's hands danced up and down Gail's long, lithe stems. Observing the golden rule of sex, she soon was going down on Gail.
Janet slung Gail's legs over her shoulders. She drenched her thick triangle of black cunt hair with an array of longing kisses. Gail's heels bobbed on Janet's back as she slid her pink, wet tongue up and down from the cute nub of her asshole to the hooded cowl of her soaking, glowing cunt. Janet cupped her asscheeks in her hands, clawing her nails into the squishy, taut flesh.
'Please, darling: your tongue! Your tongue! Do it!, " Gail pleaded. She hooked her ankles together behind Janet's head.
And Janet was at the point she had been dearly looking forward to for hours: Gail's hairy, wet, thickly perfumed cunt was staring her in the face from two inches away. She peered at the gaping slit, so beautiful with its seemingly endless folds and ripples of coral, oily outer lips. This was more than either of them could take . . . .
"AGGHHH!" Gail moaned as Jan thrust her pointy tongue into her slit. She flexed every muscle in her legs, nearly choking Janet.
Janet pressed her tongue so hard against her erect clitty that it doubled over on the sex button. Gail, gasping and whispering words of love and joy and encouragement, was pitching from side to side and jerking her hips back and forth at the same time. She whipped her clit, she bit it, she sucked on it.
Then Janet raised her face for a second. Her nose was gleaming with Gail's sticky cunt grease. She pushed forward with her shoulders against the backs of her Gail's slim smooth thighs. She suddenly buried her extended tongue in Gail's frothy pussy making her let out a cry of joy. Janet wildly licked the slippery walls of her hot cunt. As she massaged Gail's fine buttocks, her fingers crept ever-closer to the tight ring of her asshole . . . and soon her index fingers were flirting inside the outer lips of her rubbery ass. Gail quivered faster than ever. Janet sucked for all she was worth on her marvelously delicious, seething cunt.
"Me too! I'm coming too! Oh, Jan! Jan! AAHH!" Gail cooed before long. Her cloudy gushes of cunt juice splashed into Janet's sucking mouth. She swished the gooey come around in her mouth for as long as she could, then digested it and went after more.
For almost an hour, the satisfied girls relaxed in each other's loving arms. When they went downstairs to the main room, it was just in the nick of time-Sally was at it again!
* * *
When Janet and Gail came downstairs and settled onto the deep-cushioned sofa, they could see that little had really changed: still loud music, plenty of food, drink, and hash Stoned people. And sex-bizarre sex!
"Uh oh, I think Al's been up to something," Gail whispered to Janet. She was right. He had taken Wolfgang, Bill's German Shepherd, out to the kitchen to get him smoked up once again. But this time his motivation was different.
Al swept Sally into his arms, carried her to the center of the room and lowered the nude, blonde, acid-tripping beauty onto her back on the bearskin rug. Leaving her there, he quickly fetched the dog and let him out to her side. Nature took care of the rest.
All eyes, including Sally's, for the moment, were on Wolfgang, who was sniffing Sally's lush body from head to toe. As all excepted, the handsome dog found her crotch most appealing. The German Shepherd stuck out his long, salivating tongue and, cautiously at first, licked her crop of yellow cunt hair. Sally, in a blissful dope-stupor, spread her warm thighs. "Atta boy, that's it," she encouraged him.
"I don't believe it," Janet said shaking her head in wonderment. She had heard of such acts, but doubted that they really took place; but there it was, happening right before her very eyes. She questioned how far the dog and Sally would go-licking her cunt was one thing, but actually fucking? she doubted.
Wolfgang was now panting. He licked Sally's juicy cunt faster. She reached down and pulled her cunt lips wide open. The dog seized the opportunity by poking his flopping, flicking tongue deeper in her pussy. Sally was deriving obvious pleasure from the weird act. Janet happened to notice that Wolfgang also had a hard-on-the pink length of his rod emerging from within the furry holster.
Sally and her canine lover were having more fun by the second; they were the only totally uninhibited people in the room-the others, particularly Janet, were skeptical, as if waiting for something to go wrong. But Wolfgang kept wildly slurping at Sally's pretty cunt to her hushed, amicable words of affection. Soon the dog's whole body was shaking in a sexual frenzy as his tongue slithered and tore at her sloshing cunt slit.
A few minutes later, Al got to his feet. He approached the female-dog revelers-slowly, so as not to upset either of them. Sally lightly pushed Wolfgang's snoot out of her hot crotch. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, just like a bitch. She lowered her face, spread her thighs, and arched her jutting ass.
"Okay, boy, lemme help ya," Al said as he took Wolfgang's paws and placed them on Sally's hips. As the dog adjusted his position (damn near foaming at the mouth with anticipation). Al pulled Sally's round, jutting asscheeks apart.
Along with the others, Janet watched hypnotically. This was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. She pinched herself on the arm-yes, it was real, she wasn't dreaming.
Following a brief struggle that involved considerable twisting and squirming by both Sally and Wolfgang, the dog managed to fit the tip of his pecker firmly into Sally's cunt. Immediately, he pumped his cock madly into her hole. Sally jerked her cunt back and forth. Wolfgang had his animal cock all the way up her! Al, pleased with the successful union, walked away, leaving Sally and the dog alone.
Wolfgang knew nothing of subtlety or the fine points of fucking; he only knew the basics, which was precisely what Sally appreciated-the frisky dog fucked the warm deep human cunt as hard and fast as he could from the beginning.
Sally was having the time of her life. "Wow! This is great! Give it to me, boy! Really give it to me!" she blurted amid the huffing and puffing and writhing. Turning her head toward the couch where Gail and Janet were sitting, Sally cried, "Hey! Y'know, you girls oughta try this! It's outa this world!"
Wolfgang, fucking like a dynamo, scraped Sally's sides with his paws. She didn't even notice it, she was having such a great time. The dog's tongue occasionally slid along her bare back as it hung out.
After fucking so fast his body was a mere blur, Wolfgang suddenly stopped. He left his prick impaled in Sally's dripping cunt as he came. Sally squealed and shrieked with delight as she felt his jets of cream spitting into her pit.
The incredulous onlookers kept their stares fixed on the duo until Wolfgang dismounted and lazily ambled to a corner of the room where he lay down and went to sleep, obviously tuckered out from the ordeal.
Not so with Sally: she was still brimming with energy. Looking at the calm dog, she shouted, "And you hadda shoot in me just when I was about to come!" Her joke brought peels of laughter from Gail, Janet, Al, and Bill.
Sally wanted a cock or tongue in her pussy but found no takers, since Wolfgang's sperm had filled her brimful. Gail suggested she take a bath, so, with white canine cream dribbling down the insides of her svelte thighs, she headed for the tub, where she spent the next hour goofing and grooving on the abundant soapsuds and bubbles that covered her. Dope does such things to people.
Meanwhile, Al, who was making eyes at Janet, was getting favorable responses from her. Soon (while Bill and Gail smoked more hash and watched TV with the sound turned off) he and Janet were rolling around on the well-padded floor, exploring each other's bodies with groping hands as their lips crushed together, punctuated by intermittent loving stabs of their tongues.
"Going out with Gail doesn't give me a whole lot of interest in other chicks," Al said to her, "But you, Janet baby, are definitely something else." She smiled and kissed him. She knew how attractive and sexy she was, but Jan nevertheless felt chills swooping throughout her being whenever anyone told her so. She was proud of her beautiful body, yet she needed to know that others appreciated it too. Like with all women.
Al hungrily kneaded her tits. He traced the prickly perimeter of her nipples. He lightly touched the twin peaks. But only very lightly. Janet was being teased. She couldn't help reacting. After Al planted tender, wet kisses on the soft flesh in the valley between her jugs, Janet grabbed the back of his head and slapped his mouth right on her left nipples. Al, pleased that Jan was getting as horny as he was, opened his mouth to suck her stiff nipples inside and bathe them in warm spit as his tongue twirled upon them
While chewing on her tits, Al slid his hand back and forth through her furry crotch. The hairs over her twat grew slick with her sex juices. His whizzing fingers excited her asshole.
Suddenly, Al could take no more of this crapping around either: he lifted Janet onto the bench surrounding the hearth and, pushing her voluptuous thighs outward, knelt in between them
At virtually the same time her bare ass settled on the cushion, Janet felt his fingers separating her fleshy, hairy cunt lips. His tongue quickly leaped inside and began crazily churning. Her clit was on fire in a flash. Al eagerly ripped at it, nearly ravaging the sensitive bead with his horny tongue and lips and teeth. Janet leaned back on her elbows, whamming her hips at him and rotating her head as she was scarcely able to withstand the glorious waves of charging pleasure.
Al stopped. Janet opened her eyes to see him aiming his rock-hard, eight-inch prick at her clammy cunt. "Wait! Let me suck you first! Please! I just have to!" Janet exhorted him She wasn't exaggerating-she did want to blow him so badly that it was a genuine need.
"By all means, Jan baby. I'd love that," Al replied.
They hurriedly switched positions. Janet, crouched between his hairy, muscular thighs, clenched his throbbing hard-on in her fist. While taking jerks up and down on it, sliding the tight skin along the raised veins, she licked the smooth, crimson tapered knob of his fat tool. The sensation of her wet, smooth tongue on his dry knob made Al wince and lurch with pleasure.
Janet fed the hot rod into her mouth. She tightened her lips' hold around the ring of skin. And, keeping the knob in her mouth and wiping her tongue along it, she cupped his hairy nuts in her palms. She playfully rolled the twin cream factories around.
Al moaned when she dropped the head of his prick out of her mouth. But she jerked his hard-on while licking and sucking his balls and, after that, snapping the tip of her tongue at his deep, hair-cloaked asshole. The fernlike odor of his crotch was a scent Janet loved. She could've lived there!
Less than a minute later, Janet was feeding his pole back into her mouth. She slid her clinging lips up and down its length, taking a fraction of an inch more with each stroke. Her expert tongue slid up and down and twined around the delicious, bony cock as she worked.
"Mmmmm . . . great, Jan, great.. . suck me . . . suck me . . . suck me . . . forever," Al whispered as he breathed deeply and cradled the back of her briskly-bobbing skull in his interwoven fingers.
The knob of his prick crashing into the back of her throat, Janet blew faster and faster. After a few more minutes, Al could feel the pressure welling up in his loins toward the bursting point. He attempted to stop her. Janet would have none of it, although she realized that he wanted her to stop sucking so he could fuck her.
"Whoa, there, Jan . . . hold it," Al mumbled as he tried harder. But Janet simply couldn't quit: the feeling of his mighty cock bashing into her mouth was too wonderful to stop. She had her heart set on experiencing his hot cream spurting into her mouth! She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She sucked so hard and beautifully that Al couldn't muster enough energy to get his hot dick out of her mouth . . . and the pressure was building by the second.
Al gave in. It was fruitless (and, perhaps, foolish) to try to stop her. He resigned himself to that fact, leaned back, pumped his rod smartly into her mouth as she sucked, and enjoyed what he was sure was the perfect blow job!
Janet's tits were shaking like jello. Her long brown hair concealed her face. She cared about only one thing in the world-sucking Al's delicious, powerful, hot prick.
"Get ready, Jan" Al prepared her. "Won't be much. . . ahh . . . LONGER! His load of stampeding, raging, steaming cream accompanied his last word. As the sticky, salty-sweet potion exploded in her mouth, Janet felt hot thrill-tremors spinning through her brain. Her cheeks were puffed out with the pulsating cream. Fearing that it might make her gag, Jan gulped it down-and down it went, smooth as velvet.
Although Al's pelvis kept jerking and gyrating, she held all but an inch or two of his creaming tool her mouth by means of a vise-like lip-grip; Janet wouldn't have surrendered another fraction of an inch of his delicious prong for ten million dollars!
Now Al was calm His emission was reduced to a slight ooze. Janet, far from finished, slid her lips and fingers up and down his softening cock, successfully persuading the last of his heavy load to seep onto the tip of her waiting tongue.
When it was over, Janet felt a bit guilty about the mouth-rape she had just perpetrated on Al. But he erased her gnawing doubts by telling her, "You're the best. Well, you and Gail, that is. I'm glad you did that. Jan, you can suck me anytime! Dig it? ANYTIME!" From the feeling behind his words, she knew he meant what he was saying.
They rested, sharing a cigarette and a glass of ginger ale. Then, since they were sweaty and duty from their escapades, they decided it would be refreshing to take a shower together.
As the water sprayed down on them Al and Janet soaped up each other's bodies. After the lather had been washed down the drain, Al began to suck on her thick, heavily-textured nipples.
And then, their bodies still being caressed by the incessant shower, Al dropped to his knees in front of her. He licked through her bush. Jan spread her legs and leaned back as he held her around the waist. He slammed a finger in and out of her divine cunt before replacing it with his twisting, jabbing, snaking tongue. While his long, horny tongue danced within her fuming cunt, he locked his opened mouth onto her splayed cunt lips. And sucked hard.
Then Al withdrew his tongue. He turned Janet around. "Bend over. Bend over. You'll like this. Do as I say, Jan," Al said. He stayed on his knees. With her moon-shaped asscheeks directly in front of his face, Janet, after spreading her legs until the sides of her feet touched the porcelain walls of the tub, bent over, keeping her knees straight. Just what Al had in mind!
He spread his flat hands on her buttocks. He passionately kissed and licked the firm cheeks. While his mouth moved steadily closer to her twitching, hairy crack, Al reached forward to cup and squeeze her hanging tits.
Then he needed his hands to pull her asscheeks apart. As he did, the Boston insurance executive rammed his tongue into the hairy, treasure-laden crack. Janet began to shimmer when she felt his tongue poking squarely into the clean, wrinkled, elastic ring of her anus. Al couldn't help but tongue her asshole-it was so amazingly sexy and beautiful! Stretching the brown hp of her ass further, he worked his vibrating tongue into her delicious shithole. Above the noisy din on the shower, Al could hear Janet gasping and yelping. And feel her entire body quaking with delight.
Al pulled out of her ass, but quickly shot his talented tongue into her nearby cunt. Now Janet was really smacking her ass into his face!
Al suddenly got up and turned off the shower. Dripping wet, they stepped out of the tub. Al forced her to sit on the toilet-the most convenient pedestal for two people whose bodies were being torn asunder by the pangs of sheer lust! He fell to his knees. As her legs folded over his broad shoulders, he furiously glued his mouth to her hot cunt and unleashed his wild, cunt-crazed tongue.
Two minutes passed. Janet was twisting on the seat, almost falling in. Al was massaging her tits so hard that it hurt-but she loved it just the same. And then her simmering load of cunt cream poured violently into Al's mouth, urged on by his frantic sucking and tonguing.
CHAPTER FOUR
After he had sucked her cunt dry, Al and Janet hopped in bed and crashed for a couple of hours. A little before one o'clock they woke up. Following the usual grunts and stretching and rubbing of eyes, they smoked a few pipes of the hash he had left on the bureau. They could hear the heavy twangs and riffs of the music from downstairs. But was the orgy still going full blast? They decided to see for themselves.
The couple stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Janet turned to Al and said, "I'm starting to get paranoid about this whole thing. It's like a conspiracy, every time I come down here Sally seems to be just beginning to go into more of her crazy antics!" Al, after absorbing the gist of her remark, burst into loud laughter.
There was no conspiracy, just a fortunate coincidence. But Janet had a point: indeed, Sally was just launching into another exotic act. The still-acid-tripping blonde nympho was wearing only white stockings which were rolled down to just below her knees . . . and a dildo!
In her condition, Sally was having trouble feeding the network of straps through her crotch and around her naked buttocks, as well as getting the artificial cock adjusted so it would fit nice and tightly.
"I'll help you in a second, Sal, just be patient," Gail assured her. The tall, sexy piece of pulchritude was writhing on Bill's face, facing backward, as he lay on his back on the rug. His paws were rubbing and gripping her ass cheeks. And his tongue was buried in her lovely cunt. Gail leaned forward and tantalizingly licked up and down the throbbing length of his prick, which was hard as steel. Grabbing his legs, Gail pulled herself forward. As Bill's face, coated with cunt grease, emerged from between her ripe buttocks, she promptly assumed a crouching position over the waving crown of his tool. She lowered her pussy onto the hot head of his dick, her knees slowly bending outward.
When the knob had been eased into her slick cunt lips, Gail took the weight off her feet and let herself fall. A look of simultaneous pain and pleasure contorted her face as the huge prick drilled into her blistering cunt in one mighty swoop. Placing his hands on her hips, Bill's lance began to pummel her twitching tunnel. Gail, who was still facing his feet, passionately rocked on his pulverizing fuck-pole. Still grinding madly away, she spun her body around. Gail leaned forward and, cupping her right tit, fed it into Bill's mouth. She got her tits bitten and sucked until he released his rampaging hot bullets of thick sperm up into her hairy cunt.
After milking the come out of his satisfied cock with her bobbing, tight cunt lips, Gail stood up to assist Sally. With excess cream dripping out of her cunt nest and trickling down her thighs, Gail put the necessary final touches on Sally's dildo-it was on very firmly. The six-inch plastic-covered staff of hard rubber stuck straight out from her yellow pubic matting like a real hard-on.
Sally was proud and thrilled to death with her new equipment. Janet, Gail, Bill, and Al watched her dancing and leaping from one side of the room to the other. ' Whee! Look at me! Bet you never knew I had a cock and a cunt! My very own cock!" Sally bragged, constantly moving her sparkling eyes from the flesh-colored dildo to her audience. With the dildo bouncing, she hurried over to Wolfgang (who looked bored by the whole thing, obviously from an immunity!) and gestured screwing the dog in the ass. Then she mounted her swing for a brief ride through the air. All the while, Janet was wondering exactly what Sally planned to do with her prized tool. She waited, watched, and soon found out.
Sally came down from her precarious perch on the swing. Making a bee-line for Gail, she almost tackled her from the fury of her erotic advance. Gail put up little resistance as Sally dragged her over to the couch.
Gail was sitting on the couch, her shapely, silky legs spread and extended. Sally, standing defiantly before her, spoke to her in an authoritative manner: "All right, Gail. Now listen I'm gonna fuck you! Understand?" Sally slid her fist along the dildo as if it really was a cock and said, "This is my penis, hard and horny as any in the world. Right? Now don't bother fighting me cuz it won't do you any good, okay? And I'm gonna give you the finest, roughest balling you ever got! So get ready to have your ears fucked off!"
Throughout Sally's graphic introduction, Gail listened intently nodding from time to time. At first, she had to struggle to keep from laughing at the insanity of the situation, but then Sally's sincere determination grew contagious and she got absorbed in the "reality" of it all.
Sally threw herself on top of Gail. The luscious blonde was doing her best to assume the male role-she kissed her very hard on the mouth . . . she crudely squeezed and nibbled on her fragile tits . . . she flailed a pair of fingers in and out of her pretty, yearning cunt. The foreplay lasted but a minute, although it seemed longer to Gail because of the way Sally was crushing her, tossing her around, and tearing at her entire nude body.
Then Sally pounced on the couch. Kneeling over Gail, she seized her ankles and lifted until her legs were pointing at the ceiling. "Keep 'em there," Sally said in a gruff voice. Gail did. Sally dipped her fingers into the black-haired cunt and wiped the slimy oil on the dildo. Soon she was lubed up and ready to roll.
She aimed the jutting tool into the gaping cunt and fell forward. "Take it easy, now, nice 'n easy," Gail tried to soothe her. Sally ignored her. She blasted the fat "cock" deep into her tender shaft. Gail, her teeth clenched, quit breathing as Sally brutalized her poor pussy with a series of lightning fuck-thrusts.
"Ahhh, that's beautiful," Sally chirped to Gail as her creamy buttocks bounced up and down. She believed that it was her cock and that she could feel and enjoy the hot, slippery insides of her bucking cunt! Such unusual heights of self-delusion on Sally's part made the experience very pleasurable for Gail before long-her cunt muscles expanded to receive the plunging pole; the pain was only a faint memory, and the feeling was growing more wonderful with every powerful stroke.
Gail, her knees pulled high, was really socking her cunt back and forth in time to Sally's mercurial stabs. She wrapped her arms around Sally's jerking figure and held her close. As he watched the girls thrash and sway, Bill realized that, no matter how farcical the act had seemed a few minutes ago, it was now as real as real could be for Sally and Gail!
Gail, her mind getting foggy, almost passed out when she heard Sally gasp, "I'm . . . Oh, Shit! I'm coming!" She left her tool imbedded in Gail's rasping cunt. Sally's glazed eyes shut, her total being wildly palpitating. She was going through all the motions of shooting a load of rich sperm into Gail! She could've won an Oscar for the performance.
After coming, Sally lay motionless, covering Gail's body with her own. Then she pulled out. She offered the gleaming, slick dildo to Gail. She couldn't make up her mind, she simply stared at it, utterly transfixed.
Sally decided to make up her mind for her. Gripping the sides of Gail's pretty head in her hands, Sally (on her knees) arched her back and the gooey dildo veered right toward Gail's mouth. She instinctively opened when it touched her thin, red lips.
The tapered head of the dildo rammed into her mouth. "C'mon, finish me off-be a good girl. Suck it. Lick it . . . That's it!" Sally coaxed her.
Gail really had no choice. Sally was tugging on her ears and thrusting the thing into her mouth. Though she was upset that Sally could force her to do such a thing, Gail quickly grew to like blowing the dildo. She was surprised that her own cunt fluids, so sticky and cloudy, could be so tasty. The more she sucked off the dildo into her mouth, the more she wanted. And the energy of her O-shaped lips and jitterbugging tongue on the creamy dildo amply testified to the depth of her feeling about drinking her own cunt juices. And there was also the pervasive thrill of acting out the job of sucking off Sally's "cock." Gail kept working on the tool until the only moisture on it was her spit-the rest was in her stomach!
Sally triumphantly walked around the room. She ordered Gail to get her some ice water (which she did, only because she wanted some too). The spectators-Janet, Bill, and Al-were having more difficulty recovering from the weird act than Sally or Gail.. . it had been so believable, that's what got them.
A short time later, Al said to Sally, "Gee, kid, I bet you feel relieved after that, huh?" Sally, looking as if she didn't appreciate his sarcasm (if she could recognize it for that), ambled over to where he was sitting, her proud "cock" leading the way.
She peered down at him She was pissed. Janet got edgy, fearing very bad vibrations, the smile left Al's face. They just stared at each other for a long, long half minute .Then Sally spoke.
"Don't be such a wise bastard. Whether you know it or not, you're next.. . and you might as well get it now Good a time as any. And I'm ready to rip off another," Sally barked at him. Al just kept staring back at her, he didn't speak or move.
Sally continued: "C'mon, Al, you hunk, get out here on your hands and knees. Don't hassle me or I'll have to get rough with ya!"
Al's eyes were popping out of their sockets. He smiled nervously, and replied, "You gotta be kidding! You think you're actually gonna fuck me?"
"In the ass," was her brief reply. She was deadly serious. Al turned to Bill and Janet. To his surprise, they sided with Sally They told him to go ahead. The discussion, primarily between Al and Bill and Janet, lasted fifteen minutes. Finally, Al was made to feel that he was being antisocial by denying her. He reluctantly gave in, unable to fully grasp the fact that he was submitting to something he had never even considered doing!
Sally, her confidence boosted, positioned Al on all fours on pillows on the rug. Strutting about with the dildo, she took a tube of vaseline. She squeezed a gob into her hand and smeared it on her springy dildo. Al cringed when the cool jelly was wiped on his ass, especially within the hp of his opening. At the same time, Janet was offering pipe loads of hash to Al, who knew he had to be good and wrecked if he was to survive the ass-fucking.
Sally knelt behind him. She made him spread his thighs by slapping against the insides with the back of her hand. He spread his hairy cheeks more when she dug a finger into his rectum and goosed it around in circles.
Then Sally, perched on her own pillows, pushed the tip of her tool forward so that it nestled in his slick, puckered ass-ring. She wound up and threw her mid-section forward.
"OOOOWWW! HOOLY FUCKIN SHIT!" Al protested. His face was buried in the rug, his hands clasped to his head in a fit of agony. He didn't know if he could take any more of this excruciating pain. He kept trying to tell himself to relax and that the pain would soon go away, but the nightmarish pain was too great.
As his rear reeled from side to side, Sally held onto his hips with all her strength and continued ramming the dildo into his shit hole. Progress was slow-only a little bit at a time-but the fat tool was being forced into his back channel.
Sally, laboring for all she was worth, screwed the dildo three inches deep. Then, much to his surprise and relief, Al felt the sharp pain easing as his sphincter loosened. Sweat rolled down both their faces. Sally drove deeper. Al began bucking his ass back and forth as she drew the organ in and out.
After another two minutes or so of constant groaning and lurching and sighing, Sally had screwed all but half an inch of the dildo into his ass, which had been stretched like an elastic band. She paused to rest, then took long, slow fuck-strokes.
"I can't believe it, I can't believe it," Al kept saying to himself-he had never dreamed that he would actually enjoy getting fucked in the ass, but that was precisely what was happening! With each stroke, the stiff mast slid with greater ease, delivering more of the exotic pleasure to Al. Sally, of course, was so thrilled by the sheer virtuosity of her screwing that she felt herself near orgasm from the moment she had penetrated him!
Janet was sitting quietly on the couch witnessing the strange act of love. She happened to look out the window. It was snowing. The thermometer read ten above. The wind whistled through the creaking trees. It was then that the full irony of the contrast between the outdoor and indoor scenes hit her. She had to laugh.
For a passionate twenty minutes, Sally ripped the dildo in and out of Al's asshole. Her strokes were short and long, fast and slow. Al cursed himself for not getting something up his ass sooner in life. How could anything that seemed so repulsive suddenly feel so wonderful? he asked himself.
At the end, Sally faked coming, just like she had with Gail. When she finally slid her powerful "cock" out, Al could barely move-his ass was raw, sore and bruised . . . and would be for two days. But he had no regrets.
Sally felt so weak her knees threatened to collapse. However, she was also in a sexual frenzy, her frustration mounting as she fumbled with the straps of her dildo.
As soon as she managed to get the contraption off, she sat on the couch, threw her folded knees wide apart, and slammed the dildo up her pink, juicy cunt. The loose straps flew freely in the air and she clenched the blunt end in her dainty hands while she hammered the hard six-incher up her shaft as fast as she possibly could.
Janet was suddenly stunned by a blood-curdling scream. Her heart skipped a beat; she feared the worst. But it was only crazy Sally . . . coming! As her rivers of simmering cunt cream doused the dildo, she pulled upward on the protruding end with all her might-the dildo wouldn't bend and her hole couldn't give either-but the ferocious pressure on her clit was sufficient to send her into a shaking, jerking insane stupor of absolute, piercing joy!
With the dildo still halfway up her cunt, Sally passed out. Bill and Janet removed her and carried her upstairs and tucked her in bed: When they came down, Gail was rewarding Al for his perseverance with a wild blow-job, while she was applying salve to his battered asshole, he got hard and pushed his tough dick into her mouth, which she loved. Bill stood there observing Gail's bobbing head as she crouched over him, completely absorbed in sucking and lapping at his delicious cock. And Bill, too, sprung a monstrous hard-on, and he got an idea. "Watch this," he whispered to Janet, "here goes nothing."
Before Janet could ask him what the hell was going on whispered to Janet, "Here goes nothing." Standing, his stiff cock waving up and down. Janet gasped with horror when Bill took the tube of vaseline and lubed up his cock. She knew what was going to happen next.
Bill quietly dropped to his knees behind Gail. He leered at her ass, white from a bikini strap and with black curls of hah peeking through the round cheeks that jiggled as she sucked on Al's hot prong. Gail was unaware of his presence; when she was, it was too late!
In one motion, Bill grabbed Gail around the waist and jammed his bony stick at her ass. She jumped as if an electric charge was shocking her. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Bill tried to calm her. Holding Al's prick in her cramped mouth, she turned around. She was dubious, she struggled, but to no avail; Bill had her and had her good!
Bill, his cock feeling longer and harder than ever before, held her tight and whammed it into her tortured shit hole. She soon knew what Al had been going through-terrible pain, then less, then increasing pleasure. Al sat up to watch him power deeper and deeper into her hole. Al didn't give a shit about the fact that
Bill had half raped her (and if Bill hadn't known this, he never would've tried it in the first place).
Straining and panting, Bill was soon ball-high in Gail's ass. When he slid in and out with full strokes, Gail resumed sucking on Al's prick. And, before long, Bill's root was galloping in and out so fast that his balls swung up and slapped against her pussy on each in-stroke! The mounting pleasure, of course, made Gail suck all the faster, and finger-fuck her own cunt also!
This was too much for Al; he couldn't delay coming for another second. His grunts and groans accompanied his explosion of pulsating cream in Gail's mouth. She sucked like a maniac, feverishly trying to avoid missing a tiny squirt of the flavorful sperm
And Janet was also getting the fever. She stood there helplessly gazing at the three naked, writhing, united bodies, her cunt getting hotter and jucier very, very fast. What could she do? She was going crazy. She mashed her tits, caressed them, rubbed and pinched her hard, dark nipples.
Then, when she was about to burst into tears of frustration she saw her opportunity. She dropped to her knees. As Gail let Al's slick cock fall out of her cream blessed mouth, Janet grabbed it and stuffed it into hers. There wasn't much left, but it was worth it-sucking for all she was worth, Jan nursed some of the luscious elixir out of the tip.
She quickly planned her next move. Kneeling behind Bill, she rubbed his ass cheeks and poked her tongue in his hairy crack. He liked it and so did she, but he was still fucking Gail in the ass so frantically that his rear was bucking too fast for Janet.
But she found herself in the ideal position before long-on her back with her legs hooked around Gail's head. With Bill attacking her shithole at a torrid clip, Gail smothered Janet's hairy boiling, drooling cunt slit with wild, tonguing kisses.
' Shit! In your ass, baby! Shooting in your ass! Oh, yeah . . . AAAGGHHHH!" Bill blurted as his rich come streaked deep into Gail's anus. She shuddered as the cream raced into her and bit hard on Janet's pliant clitty.
His head tipped back, his thighs quivering, Bill let his hot sperm empty into her. Gail stuck her tongue up Janet's cunt to the hilt and flitted it around with abandon. While mealing madly away, Gail clawed a finger up Janet's tight, dry asshole.
A matter of seconds after Bill slid his limp cock out of Gail's ass, Janet climaxed. Squealing with delight, she discharged tangy geysers of cunt juice, which Gail desperately slurped up, adoring the spicy flavor of the sticky sauce.
"Ahh, that was beautiful, just perfect," Janet said, striving to catch her breath. "Hurry up and turn over so I can eat you too. Hurry!" she added.
Gail, overjoyed that she wouldn't have to wait, did as she was told. Janet noticed some of Bill's come oozing out of her ass. She eagerly locked her mouth onto Gail's cute asshole-her hard-sucking lips and driving tongue persuaded the shit-tinged sperm into her mouth. With that pleasant chore taken care of, Janet then frenched Gail's clammy, burning cunt with all her skill and energy.
Soon, one load flooded into her mouth. Janet gobbled it up and kept chomping on her clit and tongue-screwing her greasy hole until a second orgasm almost drowned her!
* * *
Ten o'clock the following evening. And the snow hadn't stopped yet. This was fine as far as Janet was concerned: she was having a marvelous time and didn't want to leave, but felt guilty about not carrying on her search for Liz (and cashing in the hundred dollars a day for sucking and screwing!) Now, being snowed in, she had the perfect excuse not to hit the road.
In the wake of the previous night's orgy, it had been a quiet evening. Sally and Janet were the only ones home. Sally was cleaning up the kitchen, Janet reading a magazine. There was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," Jan called.
She opened the door to see a young boy and girl, half frozen, huddled together. Janet pulled them inside, then listened to their plight-then car got stuck in the near-blizzard, they abandoned it when they ran out of gas, got lost, plodded through the night, and found the lodge. Clearly, they had to spend the night; to do otherwise would be suicidal.
The boy, Jimmy, was sixteen, his girlfriend, Alice, fifteen. Jan put then coats on the radiator and added more logs to the fire while Sally made them soup.
After a while, Janet said to Alice, "How about a nice hot shower?" The timid, exhausted girl's eyes brightened. Janet led her upstairs. Alice waited in the bedroom as she turned on the hot shower.
"Now, let's get out of those wet clothes," Janet said to her. Alice, a petite girl with silky, long brown hah, appeared younger than fifteen. She was the cutest little thing Janet had ever seen!
As Alice pulled off her clothing, Janet took the garments from her-boots, socks, blouse, two sweaters. The sweet, young cherub wore a bra, though she really didn't need one. She shyly unhooded it and slid it off. Her tits were small and round, with tender, pink nipples. Alice was in the process of flowering into womanhood.
Janet patiently watched her take off her slacks. She marveled at the slender limbs, tiny waist, and pert hips and ass. Alice looked to her like a girl of complete innocence, an angelic soul who'd never been touched or loved. She self-consciously peeled off her skimpy panties. Jan eyed her sparse growth of brown cunt hair and the gentle wobble of her firm, white buttocks as she walked into the bathroom. She all of a sudden became aware of how much Alice was charming and exciting her.
After hearing her shut off the faucets, Janet wrapped a towel around Alice as she came out. She delighted in rubbing her mellow, babyish skin, even if the towel was in the way. When she was dry, Alice got under the covers and fell asleep in no time. Janet flicked off the lamp, quietly shut the door, and returned downstairs.
Jimmy, warmed and refreshed, was discussing the local grass with Sally. The kid was hip-a solid head, long hair, love beads, and no worries about the future. Upon joining them, Janet noticed (as Sally had) that Jimmy was a well-built lad.
Sally, braless, in due time made sure that her mini-skirt got hiked way up her smooth, sexy thighs. Janet wasn't surprised-by now, she expected this from Sally. And she was glad of it-Jan peeked at the swelling bulge in his tight jeans.
As the three of them talked, Jimmy had to change positions in fruitless attempts to make room for his rock-hard prick, which was absolutely refusing to shrink. And Sally, who had been abnormally quiescent all day, was sticking out her tits, plastering her ripe nipples against the thin fabric of her straining blouse.
Another half hour passed. Janet saw Sally getting less and less subtle; her patience was waning. The conversation was becoming increasingly naughty.
Finally, Sally asked Jimmy, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
To Janet's surprise, the sandy-haired youth maintained his composure and replied, "Sure." He gazed at the twin outlines of her stiff nipples which were sharply portrayed through the sheer material.
"Why, thank you, Jimmy," Sally said with fire in her blue eyes. "Now that's a real compliment coming from a young stud like you!" Jimmy grinned and looked at Janet.
"Me too?" Jan coyly asked him.
"You know it," he answered.
Unbeknownst to Janet and Jimmy, Sally had sneakily unsnapped and unzipped her sexy mini-skirt in the back. She stood up. As she intended, the tiny skirt smoothly slid right down her legs when she rose to her feet. Janet and Jimmy said nothing, but gazed admiringly at Sally, who was posing for them. Besides her blouse, only a pair of white, almost invisible, bikini panties adorned her luscious frame.
"You like what you see, Jimmy, don't you?" Sally asked with a seductive smile. He nodded. Now Sally, having been straight for so many hours, was expressing her pent-up feelings and casting all inhibition to the winds.
She sat down, spreading and extending her fine legs. As she did, the nympho blonde hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties. She pulled upward. Tufts of curly, golden cunt hairs peeked out under the legs of her panties. Sally was taking great delight in arousing the boy. She tugged the silky, see-through panties even higher-the front disappeared into her fleshy, furry cunt lips.
Then she began to rhythmically pull up and down, making the damp, bunched-up panties chafe hard against her pussy. As she jerked herself off, Sally turned her back to Janet and Jimmy-the panties had almost entirely disappeared into her asscrack. This was so enticing; Janet's cunt was getting hot and wet, and she could see that Jimmy's stiff cock was on the verge of bursting through his pants!
After showing off her lovely, white buttocks, Sally turned back around to face Jimmy. She pointed to his crotch and gleefully said, "Ah, Jimmy! What's that? You've got a hard cock! How nice!"
Before the overwhelmed lad could reply, Sally grabbed the bulge, gave it a few brisk rubs, then hurried into the kitchen. While opening the refrigerator, she cried, "I'll show you what I want you to do with that hard cock of yours, Jimmy!"
A minute later, Sally returned, minus her panties, and carrying an opened bottle of coke. She sat down, took a swig of the coke, and jabbed her fingers, two of them, into her juicy pink cunt. Janet and Jimmy watched her violently drive them up her hot shaft and mash her erect clit at the same time. She suddenly stopped.
"Here goes," Sally gasped. She frantically shook up the coke as her thumb covered the top. She put the mouth of the bottle in her cunt lips and, as she took her thumb off it, shoved it a couple of inches into her clammy hole.
The fizzy coke powerfully sprayed into her cunt, thrilling Sally to no end, and making her jerk and roll her hips. She hastily ripped out the bottle, which was only two-thirds filled, shook it up, and rammed it back in. This wasn't only for show-she loved it so much she did it a third time.
While Sally patted her cunt dry with a dinner napkin, Janet casually dropped her hand in Jimmy's lap. The dimensions of his prick seemed to be quite impressive. She had to see for herself. Janet unzipped him and hauled out his rod.
"Wow!" she exclaimed as the mammoth tool vibrated to attention. She curled her fingers around his towering root and whipped the stretched skin up and down. Then she pulled Jimmy down onto the floor with her. She flung off her sweater and bra.
While he covered her magnificent tits with his squeezing, spidery fingers, Janet dropped his pants and shorts to his knees. Clutching his cock, she hungrily licked the reddish-purplish domed head. Jimmy's horny hands were fervently exploring and caressing her incredible body, the likes of which he had never known.
Of course, all this was too much for Sally. She couldn't stand aside for another second! Licking her lips, and with her proud tits bouncing, she ducked her head down next to Janet's. Jimmy soon felt two tongues licking and slobbering up and down and around his hot dick!
Janet, her heart pounding, slurped his thick rod into her mouth. While her tight lips leaped up and down, Sally completely stripped him from the waist down. Then she passionately licked her way up his muscular, hairy legs, drawing closer and closer to his sweaty groin.
When she arrived, Sally licked and kissed Jimmy's bloated nuts. The boy was thumping his ass rapidly up and down. Wanting to get her licks in, in case he came fast, Sally got Janet to share his incredibly tough prick. She furiously frenched his delicious cock, even leaving a few sets of tooth indentations as evidence of her vigor!
Meanwhile, Janet lovingly tongued Jimmy's mouth. Then she offered one after another of her dark, coarse nipples to his handsome, young mouth. Jimmy sucked them so hard he damn near bit them off! While he was devouring her tender nips, Janet struggled to slide off her navy bellbottoms and her come-stained panties.
"Hey, hold it, Sal," Janet pleaded. "I've gotta have that thing up me. Stop, dammit, before he shoots!" Sally did stop, but not after further persuasion from the desperate Janet.
"Have you ever fucked?" Sally asked Jimmy as Janet straddled his prone body.
"Well, sort of," he muttered. No one pursued his ambiguous response-it didn't matter, considering the circumstances.
"OOOOOO! . . . MMMM!" Janet gasped as his hard tool sliced up her cunt, powerfully plowing through the fragile layers of red, gooey membranes. Her breath froze in her throat. His huge prick kept smashing deeper into her. Finally, he was ball-high in her. Janet let out a sigh. It felt to her like the hot head of his rod was throbbing in between her tits!
But she knew no respite; Jimmy immediately began to bang away at her soft, hot, sloshing pussy. And soon, she was friskily rocking and grinding around on his rambunctious fuck-pole, and convulsively bucking her hot cunt in every direction.
Sally coolly observed them, encouraging Jimmy; but the fires were burning within her. She cupped and kissed Janet's jostling tits, then told her to get off. Instead, she fell off.
To Jimmy's shock and delight, Sally quickly sucked the greasy prick into her mouth. In an absolute frenzy, she blew him for a spell, then she carefully sat on the jutting knob of his beautiful, hot and long prick and felt the hot ecstasy of her lust. She worked and she cooed as his lance drilled into her horny love hole.
Sally, like Janet, got the ride of her life. Like a bucking bronco! Jimmy firmly grasped the tops of her sultry thighs. Arching his ass, he flexed the sinews in his legs. He gritted his teeth. Panting and grimacing, he felt the pressure in his balls mounting, and Sally could feel this within him.
"Give it to me, Jimmy! Sock it to me!" she cried. His hot cream erupted into her twitching cunt. "Shoot it in me! Fill me with jizz!" she whined. His mind was swirling with piercing, floating, jarring tremors of sheer pleasure.
And, as he was coming and feeling his body growing weak, Sally attained just enough impetus to launch into her own spasmodic, reeling orgasm. Her hot cunt juice belched forth, blending with Jimmy's rich sperm.
Janet was excluded from the satisfaction, but she wasn't resentful-the climaxing duet was too beautiful for that. She sat as quietly as she could, hoping her nagging desire could be satiated.
And her patience was rewarded, as usual. After taking a five-minute break, Sally beamed at her and said, "You poor thing, don't worry, I'll eat your cunt until you're the happiest person in the world."
Janet, aroused to a fever pitch, leaned back and pulled her elegant legs very high. Sally peered at her box: so wet and hairy and pink and smelly. She thought it was the most appetizing meal anyone could concoct! She threw her face into the fuming nest.
"Oh . . . cripes! Yes . . . yes. Oh, shit! . . . OOOHHH! . . . Yes! YES!" she wailed. Her hips were fluttering and swaying, her pussy rapidly trembling. Sally buried her nose in the musty slit. Her lips, pressed down hard, slid wildly back and forth. And her long, eel-like tongue soared madly in and out of her scorching cunt.
Sally only let up to pluck a loose cunt hair out of her mouth; aside from that, she was a veritable cunt-lapping machine. True to her word, she was driving Jan out of her pretty head. Minutes later, she came. It was such a pounding, dizzying climax that Jan felt herself blacking out as Sally drank up her simmering cunt cream. Then she came back, but didn't regain full consciousness for twenty minutes!
Three hours later, Janet trudged upstairs to bed. She'd just finished sucking Jimmy's wonderful young dick until his delicious, thick cream had gushed into her mouth. She could still feel his spitting rod bleating against her tongue. Licking her lips and savoring the salty aftertaste, she got under the covers. Alice stirred but didn't wake up.
Her bare leg brushed against the young girl's. Janet listened to her breathing. She was tired, but Alice's presence, so peaceful and hauntingly innocent, made her tense. She deliberated her next move.
As she had realized deep down inside, Janet was steadily being driven toward the inevitable-toward what she really wanted. She draped a leg over Alice's and lightly rubbed her smooth back. Then both her palms were waltzing along the sweet girl's lovely curves between her shoulders and knees.
"Wh-What are you doing," Alice inquired as she awoke suddenly. There was just sufficient light from the moon for them to gaze into each other's eyes.
Janet gently gathered Alice in her arms and pulled her close. "Don't be upset, dear, it's all right," She calmed her before kissing her on the neck. Alice trusted her; she knew Janet would do her no harm. The nude girls lay on their sides. Janet's full breasts crushed against Alice's slight mounds. Her fingers drifted up and down her back and, eventually, fondled her firm, round ass cheeks. At the same time, Janet kissed and licked her face and neck, sending chills down her spine.
Alice knew this was all very strange. But Janet was making her feel so warm and cuddly and secure that she doubted that it could be wrong. And the more Janet touched her and hugged her, the better it felt. The unsuspecting girl didn't know she was passing the point of no return.
Janet eased Alice onto her back. Her delicate fingers wound around the base of her tits, approaching the cute nipples. Alice felt all tingly and hot when Janet rubbed her nipples. The fire and ice sensation swept through her body. And her pink rosebuds grew bumpy and dark, especially when Janet's wet, puckered lips met her lovely little nipples.
"Oooohh, what are you doing?" she moaned. Alice neither expected nor received an answer. Janet's lips parted. She bathed her right nipple in her warm, wet mouth, her tongue frenetically licking all the while, and thrilled her left one with her dancing fingers. She soon switched. Alice was breathing heavily now. Her eyes were closed, her limbs beginning to kick and flail. Thoroughly absorbed with the expert, increasing pleasure Janet was heaping upon her, Alice could scarcely think.
The passion in both of them continued to build. Janet slowly dropped her hand to Alice's pussy. She stroked her upper thighs and wormed her fingers through the dovish girl's skimpy patch of pubic hah. Alice instinctively spread her legs. Janet, fighting to hold back and treat her with gentleness, probed lower with her middle finger. She pushed her way into her slit, feeling only faint traces of moisture.
Alice's entire body shook as Jan's finger flirted with her clitty. "Please, no! Oh, you mustn't do that!" Alice gasped. "Please don't! Ahhhh! Pleeezzze!"
Janet expected this. "Just relax, Alice dear, you have nothing to worry about," she assured her, then added, "It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mmmmmm, yessss."
"See, now didn't I tell you it was all right?"
Janet followed up.
Alice hiked up her knees. Janet finger-fucked her tight, small cunt. Pushing steadily deeper with her finger, she felt Alice's hole getting much wetter, and a minute later, it was emitting loud sloshing noises with each poke or twist of Janet's gooey finger.
Alice thrashed and quivered to Janet's excitation of her virgin cunt. She wasn't completely sure what was happening to her; she was only sure that it felt better than she ever had imagined was possible, and that she didn't want the fantastic joy to cease.
"Alice?" Jan said softly.
"Yes?"
"I'm going to make it feel even better. I'm going to kiss you down there. I want to very badly. You'll love it. I promise you will," Janet informed her.
Crouching between Alice's legs, Jan pulled out her fingers and clamped her lush, red lips on the girl's slick cunt crack. While sliding her mouth up and down, Janet pulled Alice's quaking hips further apart. Her tongue slithered inside and attacked the tasty, hard nut of her young clit. Alice was mumbling and purring with shrill delight, having trouble believing that anything could make her feel so good.
Janet was feeling just about as good. She sucked on her hairs and kissed her outer lips. She chewed on her sumptuous clit. Alice's cunt smelled like perfume. The taste was sharp but clean. She lapped it up and sucked it into her mouth. She wanted to drink a gallon of the stuff! She regretted the fact that Alice, in all likelihood, wouldn't be able to come.
For forty-five minutes, Janet, her forearms wrapped around Alice's firm, widespread thighs, mealed the precious pussy.
"I . . . I think . . . Janet! Oh, please!" Alice screeched all of a sudden. For a split second, Janet thought she was hurting her. Then she realized that, lo and behold, Alice was coming! Barely able to comprehend the miracle that was taking place, she drilled her tongue deep into her shaft and glued her mouth to her clammy outer lips.
As Alice lurched like mad, her waves of pussy cream poured swiftly forth. Janet was ready and waiting. She sucked and tongued with all her might, swallowed the load, and feverishly frenched for more.
When she finally raised her head, Alice had become still as a corpse. Equally exhausted and delirious, Janet stretched out beside her. Embracing the little girl, Janet soon joined her in a deep, contented sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Six days later: Janet felt frustrated and tired. The ah conditioning in her rented Mustang wasn't working properly. She was alternately too hot and too chilly.
Besides shivering and sweating, she shifted her ass around on the car seat. Her detective work in the ski country seemed to have been just another dead end in her search for Liz.
Following her only lead, she had left the non-stop orgy in the North and flown to the
Texas panhandle: another wild chase. Now, after renting the car in El Paso (of all places!), she was on her way to New Mexico.
She could conjure up little reason for optimism. The suggestion that she check out the hippie commune was a fragile lead at best: Did the commune exist? Would she find it? If she could, had Liz been there, even if she wasn't there? Could they help her? It all seemed so dubious to Janet at this point.
Even her periodic long distance calls to Mrs. Goodfellow-"progress reports"-had become an ordeal. Janet felt guilty about taking the nice woman's money (that was always punctually wired to her), although she realized she might have been hired to undertake an impossible mission.
Both Janet and Mrs. Goodfellow, despite their courage and exchanges of encouragement on the phone, were also deeply distressed and concerned with the plight of Liz, about whom they cared so much.
So it was understandable that Janet was feeling low. Her stamina was on the wane. She was lonely. Should the National Police and Bureau of Missing Persons take on the case? She wondered. Was it time for that? Was the whole thing too much for her, an untrained civilian, to handle? She wasn't ready to call it quits yet, however there was too much at stake for that.
And the monotony of the desert landscape was such a drag, especially after three and a half hours at the wheel. That damned air conditioning. And nothing of interest on the radio. She felt very much alone in the world.
Another hypnotic hour at the wheel passed. The sun was just beginning to settle over the horizon. On the outskirts of a small, run down New Mexican village in the middle of nowhere (it owed its existence to the main highway which cut through it), Jan stopped to pick up a hitch-hiker.
The black man, about her age, tossed his worldly belongings, a guitar and duffel bag, into the back seat.
He smiled at her and said, "Thanks a lot. I was starting to think no one would ever stop. Been standing there with my thumb sticking out since noon, I'd say. Ain't easy for a black cat to get a lift in these parts of the good old U.S.A."
In the ensuing minutes, Janet felt even better that she had stopped. Not only did David provide good conversation, but picking him up constituted doing a good social deed. But she never alluded to this, it would be too condescending.
The white woman and black man hit it off well. They discussed the domestic black liberation struggle (to which Janet was sympathetic), the Vietnam war, alienation in America, cultural versus political revolution, and the relationship between music and drugs from jazz to acid rock and blues. Eventually, the conversation led them to speak of each other.
After going through the tedious task of telling David of her search for Liz, Janet was pleasantly surprised to learn that David might be able to help. He not only knew of the commune, he had spent time living there!
And since he was living a vagabond existence, he volunteered to guide her to the out-of-the-way place.
"Heck, that's the best news I've had in a helluva long time," Janet chirped.
"No trouble for me, Janet," David replied. "You're doing me the favor. I got no place to go, really. I'm coming from nowhere-land, and probably going to the same place, though I hope not."
Janet felt a sudden tinge of compassion and affection for David upon hearing this capsulation of the black man's pronouncement of hope in a hopeless situation. A slightly uneasy silence followed.
Before long, the sun, a blazing ring of fire, was disappearing. David told her that many hours of driving through rough terrain was required to reach their destination. Acting on her suggestion, they decided to get a motel room for the night; Janet trusted David. Her suggestion was not a matter of compromise for her but an expression of her desire.
They turned off the highway at the next vacancy sign. It was pitch dark. Janet registered and paid for the motel room while the young black man with the natural, afro hair style hid on the floor of the back seat of the car. The senile, slobbish motel manager showed Janet to the room. It was sterile and typical as a postcard, but as clean and modernistically appointed as well.
When the coast was clear, David snuk inside. They pulled the blinds and curtains. Naturally, there was nothing. No movie, restaurant, or bar. Nothing an interracial couple could do in this rural Selma without raising suspicion and provoking the locals.
"Excuse me while I shower. I've never felt so damn grubby," Janet said to David, who was relaxing on the double bed and turning the television on.
"Don't use all the hot water," David said, grinning.
Barefoot, Janet unbuttoned her soiled white, sleeveless blouse and shrugged it off. David was looking at her from the corner of his eye, a normal reaction; she knew it-yes, she knew it, and liked it.
She took off her dark-blue miniskirt and dumped it on the blouse. Standing with her back to David, she reached behind her back and freed the clasp on her bra. Arching her shoulders forward, she slid off the white bra and flipped it aside.
Wearing only her semi-transparent panties, she promptly disappeared down the short hallway into the bathroom. As she did, David caught a glimpse of the graceful curves of her bare breasts from the side. He liked what he saw, which didn't surprise him in the least!
Once in the bathroom, Janet peeled off her panties and stepped into the shower. As she basked in the refreshing spray of the hot shower, she mused about what a stroke of luck it was to pick up David; and what a delightful evening it was going to be if everything went as she expected. And, just hours earlier, she had been dreading another night of boredom and loneliness!
Ten minutes later, Janet emerged from the bathroom. A towel was wrapped around her figure, concealing her tits to the top of her thighs. "It's all yours," she said to David with a warm smile.
"Great! My first shower in almost a week," he said.
As Jan sat on the edge of the bed, David got up and proceeded to undress. Off came his suede jacket, work shirt, jeans, and Mexican wrist bracelet (a sacred symbol of ultimate salvation, he had explained in the car) in a hurry. He wore no underwear.
Janet admired his hard-muscled, compact, bronzed body. Totally naked, she noticed his equipment-a fine, black cock that was at least half a foot long. Soft. And handsome, low-hung balls amidst a black forest of wiry pubic hair. She unabashedly stared at him until the wobble of his round, firm buttocks turned into the bathroom.
She dried herself and lounged on the comfortable bed while David enjoyed one of his infrequent showers. He stayed in there about three times as long as she had; Jan could hardly blame him.
When he finally came out, Janet and David felt re-invigorated and closer to each other than ever. Each clad in a towel, they lazed on the bed. Janet found a pizzeria that delivered in the yellow pages. A half hour later, then-hunger was satisfied.
David brought some grass out of his bag and rolled several joints. As they smoked the Mexican gold, David strummed on his guitar. They doused the lights and turned off the sound on the television.
A little while later, Janet and David were feeling even closer and more amorous toward each other. She had stopped grabbing the top of her towel and gently pulling it upward when it began to slide down over her sumptuous tits.
She let it slide until the very top had been caught by sharp ends of her jutting nipples. David, his arm providing a cushion for the back of her neck, gazed at her tits. Then he carefully brought the towel down to her waist, beautifully exposing her delicious mounds of flesh.
Placing his open palm over her right one, he said, "There, now, isn't that better?"
Janet, smiling warmly, looked deeply into his dark eyes and said nothing. For an instant, he merely returned her stare.
Then he dropped his mouth to hers. Their lips ground together. Her arms slowly circled his brawny back. Their mouths slowly opened. Then tongues darted at each other, probing and sliding, then furiously churned together, as their embrace tightened.
As David planted pecks and nibbles on her neck, his squid-like fingers massaged the creamy, smooth melons. Soon Janet saw that David, lying on his back, was making a tent out of the towel draped around his loins.
"Mmmmm, perfect.. . just perfect," David complimented her as his mouth slid along her upper chest. Jan absorbed the high-pitched tremors of warmth that ran through her as his lips kissed around each tit before touching her rosy, prickly nipples.
But while he thrilled her, the thought of his stiff prick was assaulting her consciousness. Each second of waiting was an eternity. She couldn't take it. Suddenly, quickly, she ripped away his towel. Leaning over it, she gaped at the fantastic hard-on towering before her. It was the most wonderful sight that had ever graced her eyes, she was positive.
Only then, for the first time did she realize how incredibly turned-on she was. It was partly the fact that it had been a long time since she had had some good sex, but it was mostly David.
Licking her lips, Janet wrapped her fingers around the bony base of his hard-on. She clenched it tightly. She ran her fist up and down, slowly and with short, brisk jerks.
David kept mauling and sucking her tits, but turned his head toward her. She stuck out her tongue and licked the smooth, hot, tapered head of his dick.
"Ah, that's good, real good," he commended her. Janet, for her part, was going wild; never had she wanted to blow a man more!
One of David's hands was dedicated to exciting her tits, the other, extremely mobile, to her back and ravishing ass. Janet, whipping his taut skin up and down in her hand, stopped licking his great tool long enough to thoroughly lick and suck on his full globes of life.
Then Janet, feeling she'd explode if she didn't get his huge cock into her mouth, slid her O-shaped mouth over the knob. She loved the fresh, clean, manly taste and smell of his sweaty groin.
"Oh, that's great, just great," he murmured. Her soft lips, sliding up and down his prick, were devouring more and more of his rigid length.
Her tongue crazily lapped and curled around his dick. David tightened the muscles in his thighs and began to buck his ass up and down. His hand pushed into her ass crack. She spread her knees and arched her ass for him.
After his finger flirted with her cute, round asshole, David traced the outline of her cunt. The lips were warm and clammy. Janet began to gyrate back and forth on her knees and elbows.
She sucked him faster and faster, especially picking up the pace when his finger mashed her erect clitty and jabbed deep into her yearning shaft. David marveled at the amount of his cock she was taking into her throat on every magnificent stroke; she had the skill of a sword-swallower, he decided.
With her hands wiping along the tops of his chocolate-colored thighs, Janet blew him with the devotion of a girl who had to be enjoying herself immensely-which she, of course, was!
Shortly, David stopped her. He threw her on her back. With her legs folded over his shoulders, Janet felt herself really being taken. His weight on his arms, David steered his lumber into her cunt lips.
He rammed his hips forward. Janet winced as his cock sliced neatly into her steaming cunt. Gasping, he crashed and crashed into her until he was tightly encased in her hot, spongy hole.
Janet wrapped her arms around him. He drove his mighty prick in and out of her. She thought the head was up above her waist. Grimacing and breathing heavily, they rhythmically rocked back and forth.
"Oh, shit! Ugh! Wait, in a minute, darling, I've got a cramp," Janet muttered. They stopped, he inside of her to the hilt. She kneaded the cramp in her leg.
Seconds later, the muscle was relaxed once again. With his torso cradled in between the canyon of her thighs, they resumed screwing.
And did they ever go at it! Janet was getting such a perfect fucking from this wonderful black man that she tore into a climax after but a minute. The waves of joy riddled her entire body. She felt electrical currents throbbing like mad in her skull, and she heard bells clanging! She was sure they were bells!
While her river of gooey cunt juice surged forth, David, feeling his cock being bathed in the stuff, kept slamming it into her marvelous cunt.
"Oooohhh, heaven!" Jan moaned. "Soon as I finish one, I feel another coming on!"
David knew what she meant.
Their sweaty bodies thrashed madly together. Her fingers scrubbed at his back. Jerking their sex at each other, Janet and David felt a super conclusion coming on.
His mouth hung open. He raised his head. "Uh, ah, I'm about to . . . about to, Jan," he mumbled.
Just as he did, Janet erupted into another blissful, pounding orgasm. David groaned as his white sparks of cream spit into her. His head tilted back. Janet fired yet another orgasm. David reeled in the exhilarating, sinking-rising sensation of ejaculation as his balls emptied into her womb.
Jan felt climax after climax, firing one after another, in her total being. She tried to shriek but couldn't. Only her throat whirred. Feeling themselves being jarred and drained, the couple convulsed with the shrill joy of ultimate release.
Then, there was absolute stillness. The only sound was an occasional tractor-trailer soaring by on the highway.
"Ahmm, that was nice," Janet whispered. David agreed. Soon they were fast asleep, nestled in each other's secure embrace.
The bedside phone rang. David sat up with a start. Janet groped for the phone. She, too, was confused until she realized it was the motel desk waking her at 8:30 sharp, just as she requested.
"Wanted to get an early start this morning. And didn't want to have you discovered which would require a lot of explaining," she told him after hanging up the phone with a cherry, "Thank you."
"Good thinking, Jan," David responded.
They began to get up. But, as if this was a movie scene that had been well rehearsed, they simultaneously stopped, turned their heads, and looked inquisitively into each other's eyes.
Then they both burst into gales of laughter upon realizing what they had done. And they fell into each other's arms and brought their lips together. David flicked his tongue quickly into her mouth. She vigorously sucked his tongue as her tits pressed firmly against his bare, broad chest.
"What about that early start?" David finally asked.
Jan laughed and said, "Well, I'm serious. I do want to get an early start, but there's something else I wanna do before we hit the road."
As the word "road" left her mouth, Janet knelt over his prone body. His cock, which was already beginning to swell, jerked to a perfect stiffness when Janet stroked it and kissed it.
In another half minute, she had slurped his prick into her mouth and was blowing energetically. David grew so thrilled that he was soon virtually fucking her mouth. She adored the brilliant, cool mastery of his cock . . . and the rest of him.
When it throbbed in her mouth, she almost came, so much did she love it. She gently squeezed and rubbed his nuts as she frenched. She couldn't wait for the delicious feeling of his sperm suddenly gushing into her mouth.
David could have told her that she wouldn't have to wait much longer. The pressure was welling up in his loins. His mid-section began to twitch. He locked the sinews in his muscular legs tight.
He grunted slightly, then clenched his fists on the back of her head as his cream splashed into her mouth. It immediately filled her mouth. She cherished the delicious instant when the head of his tool palpitated as it shot the thick, white liquid.
Janet swallowed, the cream sliding ever so smoothly down her throat and into her stomach, and sucked for more of the salty come. It clammored into her mouth, never seeming to end, as far as Janet was concerned; for her, time was suspended!
While David gasped and moaned, Janet digested what she was sure was a pint of his tasty load. Then the flow began to cease. She milked out every last precious ooze with her fingers and lips, swished it around in her mouth, and swallowed with great pleasure and pride.
"I just can't believe you. You're so perfect in every way," David told her. Janet, licking the residue of cream from her lips, felt herself surrounded by a glow of warmth that was all too rare among human beings.
By 9:45, they had packed and hopped in the car and were heading out on the sun-baked highway and racing the hills and desert of New Mexico. Bound for the commune.
* * *
"Gee, this is delicious," Janet remarked after one forkful of the food. She and David were being served a late lunch at the commune.
Yes, they had found it. But Janet never would've without David's help. A network of dirt roads led to the site. The commune, a settlement of shacks, adobe huts and tents, was located near the top of a plateau. The inhabitants, men, a few more women and several children-totaling about thirty-had little contact with the outside world.
David excused himself from the long, wooden table to talk to one of the men. Janet was told about how the commune's members grow their own food and marijuana, make their own clothes, teach the children, worship, and, generally, how they manage to survive.
A few minutes later, David returned to the table. Standing beside Janet (with the bearded, beaded, long-haired man beside him), David said to her, "Jan, I've got some good news for you."
"Oh?" she said, dropping her fork and looking up.
"Here's the thing," he began, gesturing with his hands, "Liz was here for a couple of days. She left the day before yesterday."
"My word! I can't believe it!" Janet exclaimed.
"Wait. That's not all," David quieted her. "She split with another couple in a Volkswagon camper. They're going to an artists' colony in Mexico, camping out on the way. Paul, here, can give you the directions."
"Oh, that's wonderful! I can't thank you enough, uh, Paul-and, uhm, all of you. If you only knew what I've been going through!" Jan vibrantly responded.
She thought for a moment, drinking in the import of what she had heard. Then she piped up, "Well, I suppose I should leave right away if I ever expect to catch up with her."
"Nope. Wrong," David corrected her. "We already thought of that. Number one, they'll take a while to get there, maybe with a few side-trips thrown in. Number two, Paul's sure she was planning on staying there for quite a while, probably at least a month. So you're really in no hurry at all. And Paul and his extended family have invited you to at least spend the night here with them-or stay as long as you want."
"I see, I see," Jan said, nodding and rubbing her chin. "Oh, and thanks very much for your hospitality. I think I'll spend the night. That's a good idea," she added.
Janet felt wonderful-for the first time in so long, there was reason for real hope-hope that an end to the frustrating, exhausting search was actually in sight.
After more conversation (mostly about the day-to-day operations of the commune and its plans for expansion in the future) and a dessert of fresh fruit, Janet was given a tour of the communal grounds and its environs.
Paul, the unofficial leader of the "family," accompanied by his common-law wife, Wendy, led David and Jan on the tour. The people were engaged in various tasks. "We work when we want to work and play when we want to play," Paul explained to Janet. "Everything that needs to be done seems to get done, although there's really no difference here between work and play, as opposed to most of the Western world," he continued.
She was very interested in the communal life-style. The people seemed happy, despite the hardships. The atmosphere was peaceful and relaxed. In the hot mid-day sun, most of the men and women were nude to the waist. What they wore was Indian in origin and style.
They came to the water-hole. It was set in a complex of boulders in a mini-canyon. An underground stream flowed into the small pool, a man-made one from it for drinking, cooking, cleaning, and irrigation.
"How about a swim, folks?" Paul suggested. The affirmative response was prompt and unanimous.
David, already stripped to the waist, joined Paul in pulling off his boots and jeans. Wendy carefully took off her Indian-inspired necklaces, removed the strings from her hair, letting the pigtails dissolve into long, flowing, sandy-blonde locks.
Janet, hearing the cries of the men diving in the still, inviting water, watched Wendy-and took off her blouse and bra.
Wendy, a pert and slender girl, was very attractive. Jan watched her drooping nipples quiver as she bent to step out of her doeskin slippers. Then she casually dropped her short, buckskin skirt. She was completely nude.
As she dropped her own skirt on a nearby rock, Janet noticed that Wendy had tufts of light-brown hair under her arms. Her legs had been shaved, but not in the last week. Janet thought it was strange to see this aspect of "going natural" on such a stunningly-appealing, refined beauty like Wendy.
After getting splashed by Paul, Wendy jumped it. Janet stepped out of her panties. Standing there nude on the rock, she looked like a statue. She ran her hands over her hips, then joined the other three in the water.
They gleefully splashed each other, splashed, swam underwater, and frolicked in the water, which was warm from the sun on the surface, but much colder below it. The result was a curiously soothing and refreshing bath.
A bit later, Paul and Wendy climbed out of the pool and, naked, went for a walk among the boulders. Janet and David also had enough before long; they sunned themselves dry on a huge, flat rock perched over the natural pool.
David traced his fingers along her skin from neck to feet. Then he was concentrating on the outline of her lovely hips and her tits. He tenderly kissed her. He cupped her left jug in his palm and jiggled it up and down.
Janet cringed and cooed. Their mouths were Frenching furiously, his hand dancing over her proud tits. She leaned back and curled her arms around his neck.
David lowered his moist, puckered, black mouth to her nipples. Janet was enveloped in an aura of sweet delight. Her nipples were no longer pink but crimson; they were no longer petal-soft but bumpy and leathery.
"Mmmmmm, sure was worth the drive, David," Janet quipped.
"Can say that again," he replied.
Sucking feverishly on one tit, then the other, David rubbed her ivory-smooth thighs. He chewed on her ripe nipples and slapped at them with his tongue.
Janet, her pulse racing, her heart thumping, rolled onto her back when his fingers began to explore her crop of curly, dense, dark cunt hair.
Her fingers clutched at the back of his head, in love with his long, soft, brillo-like Afro scalp, as well as everything else about him!
David ran his finger along her damp, hairy cunt lips. She instinctively parted her thighs for him and hiked up her knees. His magic finger found her clitoris, which was awfully responsive. Jan flinched all over and bit her lower hp. He poked his finger, then another, and another, into her drooling, hot cunt.
David lifted his head from her nipples. He waited for her to open her eyes, then said, "I'm gonna go down on you, Jan. I've wanted to suck your pussy from the first second I saw you yesterday. Now I'm gonna do it."
"Yes, do that! Please do that! I'd love it, David dear!" she whimpered.
His wet lips were already descending. They drifted down across her flat belly. He caressed the sides of her thighs. He licked the tops. His fingers kept plunging into her shaft.
Janet raised her knees until her heels were touching the bottoms of her buttocks. At his urging, she spread her warm, satiny thighs further apart. He eagerly kissed the creamy flesh at the uppermost points on the insides of her thighs.
As he did, David smelled the vapors of heavy cunt-breath emanating from the red ripples of wet cunt lips that were pulled apart so beautifully just inches from his face. Droplets of cunt juice were suspended in the hairs that veiled her cavernous opening.
David had stared at her glistening, delicious pussy for only a second or two, but that was a second or two too long as far as he was concerned! The scented aroma, sight, and thought and feel of her cunt simply overpowered the young black man.
He suddenly thrust his mouth against her cunt. Janet cried out with utter joy. She hoped Paul and Wendy didn't think they were in trouble or something; and that was her last thought of them. His mouth was strenuously grinding on her cunt-hole. David was glued to her!
"OOOHHHH! AH, YES! YYESSSSM" Janet gasped with the glory and power of it all.
His tongue streaked out and pounced on her burning clit. He lashed her stiff, little sex button. He nibbled on it. He lapped it slowly. He caught it between his lips and gradually pinched it.
Then his tongue plowed deep into her hole. As it scurried in and out, David kept his mouth clamped onto her cunt lips and sucked with vacuum cleaner power; Jan had never known such incredible suction, especially when such a wild tongue was slithering about inside her.
"Mmrnmm, Ahhhh. Woowwww! Don't stop! Ever! Sooo beautiful, David, sooo beautiful!" she continued to drone.
Stopping was the last thing in David's mind; he mealed her cunt with all he had. It was the most flavorful, perfumy imaginable! He couldn't get enough of it-he kept sucking as energetically as he could and trying to drive his long tongue deeper than was possible and move it faster and faster.
Overwhelmed and immersed in a convulsing delirium from his expert cunt-eating, Janet knew this was more than she could take. She was right. A second later, her whole insides seemed to pulsate with the spasms in her cunt.
Her cunt-cream flooded into David's mouth. He sucked frenziedly as it spurted and spurted. Janet's thighs repeatedly clapped against the sides of his skull. Her fingers tugged at his hair. Janet felt vibrations of fire-and-ice streaking throughout her body and soul.. .
Raising his head finally, David wiped his mouth. He had sucked her dry-they both knew that. And he had slurped up her cloudy, sticky, tangy load and swallowed all of it. With tremendous pleasure.
They rested for a few minutes. Since they had gotten hot and sweaty all over again, they leaped into the pool to be refreshed once again. It was at this point that Paul and Wendy reappeared.
They also took another dip. Then, holding their clothes bundled at their sides, the nude foursome began the leisurely trek back to the communal living quarters.
Everyone in the commune ate the evening meal together; it was a sort of daily ceremony. Silent prayer and a series of reports and announcements preceded the eating. The food-almost all commune-raised-consisted of five different courses.
Then the children were put to bed. The adults gathered around a blazing bonfire. The locally-grown grass was smoked in a communal pipe. A thrown-together band provided music-loud, haunting and even a bit eerie.
A naked blonde girl, very tall and willowy, leaped into the ring of people and launched into her own interpretive dance, replete with sexual gyrations. Janet found her antics extremely entertaining and stimulating: she felt a building warmth in her womb, her juices began to rumble, gurgle and flow, and, as tingling roused her cunt, the front of her panties began to get damp.
After a while, it became apparent that the girl was going to dance out her emotions until she dropped. She had been going at it for more than a half hour.
Couples were drifting away from the group to express their own feelings and desires. Two sets of women left together, Janet noticed, though she was very stoned. And two women accompanied a man. She saw that the man-to-woman imbalance presented no problems!
Soon fewer than ten people remained. David and Paul were not among them. Wendy, sitting next to Jan, moved closer and placed her delicate hand on her thigh.
"What smooth skin you have, Janet," Wendy said, her hand petting up underneath the hem of her miniskirt.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"And you're very pretty," she followed.
Janet smiled at her. "So are you. You really are," she replied to Wendy. She meant it.
They gazed into each other's eyes-a craving, hollow, glassy look spoke for each of the girls.
For a fleeting moment, Janet wondered how Wendy had known she would be so receptive to her advances. Did David say anything? She dismissed that as paranoia. Perhaps it was instinct. That was it, she decided. Then Wendy's voice ended her train of thought.
"I want to kiss you, Janet, and I think you want to kiss me. So, please follow me to where we can be alone to kiss," she said in a hushed tone and offered her hand to Janet.
Before she could do or say anything, Janet was on her feet, holding Wendy's hand. They walked through the darkness to Wendy's tent. A dim oil lamp was burning. They reclined on the cozy bedding.
Perfect harmony was with them. They kissed as if on cue. Embracing warmly, their mouths slid and meshed together. As their hands happily explored each other's bodies, their wet tongues caressed each other as if attempting to tie a knot.
Wendy tongued Janet's ear and blew into it, sending sharp pangs of pleasure ebbing through her body. She nibbled on her ear-lobe. They heaped a myriad assortment of kisses upon each other's faces, necks, arms and shoulders.
"I was about to ask if 'kissing' was all you meant," Janet remarked when Wendy paused to unbutton her blouse, slip it off, and do the same with her bra. This was because all they had done for a very long time was kiss-Janet loved it, of course, but she was becoming rather impatient after a while!
Wendy acknowledged her comment only by glancing up at her. Before and after, her eyes were fixed to the luscious tits that were resting so gently in her upturned palms. Looking as if she was worshipping them (which utterly charmed Janet!), Wendy lightly stroked the exquisite fruits.
Then she stripped off Janet's skirt. Pulling off her skimpy panties, Wendy was pleased to feel how greasy the crotch was.
Janet wanted to undress her, but, when she reached out for the fawnlike girl, she pulled back. Apparently that wasn't on the program, Janet realized (though she knew not why), and reconciled herself to the fact rather than promote any friction in an evening that had been so perfect thus far.
Wendy stood up. She began dancing to the distant sound of the music, which was now mostly drumming. She flung off all her clothes as she did. Jan stared at her. Wendy was now chanting, as if she was part of mystical tribal rites of some sort.
As Janet continued to watch attentively, Wendy spread her legs and, keeping them straight and jerking her head incessantly, leaned way, way back. Extending her arms back over her head, she kept twisting until her palms touched the bedding.
Her body was a perfect arc. The candle flickered the light over her supple, controlled figure. She kept chanting. Her long hair seemed to bounce on the bedding. She moved her feet closer and closer to Janet. She began to twist and thrust her cunt at her. It was only a foot from her face, and inching closer. Janet pulled her head back a bit-for the last time!
Through Wendy's thick, brown cunt hair, Janet could see the oval-shaped lips gleaming and throbbing. Jan was desperate to lean forward to kiss her cunt. Yet, not wanting to disrupt a ritual of which she was ignorant, she was very reluctant to do it.
It was driving her crazy. Should she? Oh, shit! She could see it and smell it, and damn near taste it! She got ready to make her move.
Suddenly, Wendy flipped onto her back. Now her lithe figure formed an arc on its front. She jerked and quivered, chanting all the time.
Then she dropped to her hands and knees. She spread her thighs and leaned forward, allowing Jan to get a pretty rear view of her furry delights. To her trance-like attention, Wendy somersaulted forward. On her back, she gripped her ankles and lifted her legs until they were perfectly vertical. And she rocked back and forth until she did a backward somersault. Now her asscheeks, round, firm, and fully-stretched, were exposed to Janet. Wendy kept holding her ankles and left her knees locked. What an amazing acrobat! Janet thought. Finally, the gyrations and chanting came to a halt.
Sitting calmly beside her, Wendy quietly asked Janet: "Do you approve of me?"
Janet almost fainted when she heard that-so the whole thing was for her approval! WOW! she laughed. She wished she'd known! And did she approve?! More than words could express! She didn't know what to say first.
"I can't believe you have to ask," she began. "Of course I do, Wendy, so much it hurts, for goodness sake!" she blurted. Wendy's face broke into a wide smile.
Then the girls' mouths crushed together, punctuated by wild jabs and swipes of their tongues. Their loving fingers massaged and squeezed each other's tits. Janet was lying on her back. Wendy got on her hands and knees, her head pointing in the direction opposite to Janet, and crawled forward.
Jan saw Wendy's cute face dip to her heaving tits. Almost simultaneously, she felt her wet, warm tongue sliding across one after the other. She licked like a pussycat. She pinched Jan's hot, twinging nipples, which were hard as walnuts and almost as dark!
Meanwhile, Janet felt Wendy's vivacious tits on her face. As her tongue darted out and greeted them, she circled her arms around Wendy's spindly back and held on tight. Now they were vigorously sucking and gnawing on each other's tasty nipples, and driving each other dizzy with pleasure!
Shortly, Wendy, with Janet's help, was moving forward even more. Wendy's tongue could soon reach Janet's pubies. Rubbing the "V" of her crotch, she kissed her way through the kinky bush. And Janet guided Wendy's muff along her face, the inexorably slow progress making her seethe.
Then Janet spread her own legs as her fingers reached carefully into the hairy dampness of Wendy's crotch and pulled the sticky cunt lips apart. Wendy's tongue dove into Jan's greasy slit a matter of seconds before Jan propelled her lips and tongue up into Wendy's hot cunt.
As they sucked and lapped each other's fuming cunts, the horny girls wrapped their arms about each other's buttocks. They were locked together. They swayed and rocked, Frenching all the while, alone in their wonderful, private world, for the time being.
Five tumultuous minutes passed. Then Janet came. BANG! Her body was a bubbling cauldron of spilling lust. She wanted to scream, but Wendy's swamped, gooey cunt was draped over her mouth, and her tongue was inside it. So Janet simply ate it with unbounded fury as her cunt juice gushed into Wendy's mouth.
She sucked as quickly as possible, adoring the tart flavor of the fluid Janet was expelling into her mouth, and then swallowing with great reluctance that each delicious phase had to end.
And there had to be a last phase, unfortunately. Janet, drained and satisfied, rested briefly, leaving her tongue in her cunt. The hairs tickled her nose. Wendy, cunt juice splotches decorating her face, sat up.
Running her tongue slowly around the perimeter of her cream-frosted mouth, Wendy settled on Janet's face. Jan responded quickly, pumping her tongue swiftly upward and sucking hard. Her nose was buried in Wendy's ass-crack.
Wendy then spun around on Janet's face. She rocked and bucked. Janet's fingers dug into the soft skin of her thighs. Barely able to breathe, she delighted in her predicament. Wendy, her hot cunt shimmering a mile a minute, cooed, "Ahhh, excellent! Excellent! OOOOOH!"
Then Wendy exploded into shrill throes of a jarring orgasm and flooded bittersweet cunt juice into Janet's throat. It was so delicious and bountiful that Jan almost came from the sensation. Her straining adam's apple bleated back and forth. She kept chewing and skewering her tongue until Wendy complained that it hurt!
CHAPTER SIX
Two hours later. Barely had she left Wendy's tent when Janet was accosted by Paul. Grabbing her arm, he said, "Wow, pretty pleasant surprise."
Janet, wearing only her miniskirt, was too startled to say anything. Paul read fright in her face, although she was actually very pleased to run into him.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No, not at all," Janet answered, smiling and brushing hair out of her face.
"Where you on your way to?" Paul asked.
"No place, really," Jan replied, and added, "I was with Wendy 'til just a minute or so ago-I wanted some fresh air-so here I am!"
"With Wendy, huh?" Paul didn't say it with a leer or in a tone of derision.
Janet repeated herself.
"Have a good time?" he continued.
"Sure."
For ten seconds or so, neither spoke. Then Paul put it to her: "Would you like to go with me?"
"Sure," she quickly retorted.
With his arm around her shoulders, Paul, who was naked, led Janet a vacant tent. She was glad to see that this tent was even more comfortable than the first.
After giving her scant seconds to check out the new surroundings, Paul took Jan in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her lush lips parted to receive his long, adventuresome tongue. Their hands soared along each other's bare skin.
Somehow, Paul was able to release the catch and zipper of her skirt. Janet neither knew nor cared how he did it.
Before she could step out of the skirt that lay bundled around her feet, Paul leaned forward. He hugged her tight as she fell backward and, after the fall, covered her body with his and showered pecks and kisses on the velvety flesh of her neck.
He squeezed her tits and sucked on them. His middle finger ripped into her sopping, hairy cunt. He tongued her navel. Wrapping his strong forearms around the tops of her thighs, he pulled her pussy against his mouth.
Jan was breathing very quickly. Her legs trembled, then kicked. Her head was whirring in rapid circles. She clutched her fingers to her head and ran them through her hair.
Though her cunt was already a bit raw and sore from the terrific frenching Wendy had given her, Janet didn't even begin to seriously consider asking him to stop-he was just too damn good for that!
An expert with his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers (he pushed one into her asshole while sucking her), Paul mealed her cunt for only a minute or so-but what a frenzied minute it was! Taking up where Wendy had stopped, he left her fragile cunt utterly ravaged!
But after he spread-eagled her naked body and drilled his big prick into it, Janet couldn't tell him to take it easy-too good, again! She wound her arms and legs around his hammering, smashing body.
Paul kept screaming in and out of her flaming hole, seldom letting up.
Then they screwed while sitting up, facing each other, with Jan's legs locked around his waist-and almost cutting off his breath in his lungs when she creamed. Paul learned that he had taken on a tigress-just as he had fantasized earlier in the day.
Later, Janet rested on her hands and knees and took his tough prick from behind. This position made her wonder if his cock was swelling to greater length as their hips clashed together.
Her head flopped crazily about as she sat on his gigantic prong. His powerful upward strokes seemed to be lifting her up off her knees' foundation on the bedding. He was nearly too much for her to take.
Luckily for her, he soon said to her in between gasps for air, "And-we'll finish-up-the way we-started."
They barely did-just barely. A few rapid-fire fuck-strokes brought Paul to his zenith. Amid groans and ughs of pleasure, he released his smoldering lava in rhythmic waves into the very pit of her shaft.
While his jets of come blasted into her, Janet, gripping his shoulders as tight as she could, thrashed from side to side-and jerked her pelvis frantically back and forth. The bolts of electric joyousness radiating from the intense pressure of his rock-hard cock against her singed clit were signs that she was getting precisely what she needed. To come.
As her fingers clawed mercilessly at his back, Janet spurted simmering cunt juice out to blend with his rich sperm deep in her channel, which was expanding and contracting around his bleating cock.
After their gyrations trailed off, Janet and Paul rested motionlessly in each other's arms.
Dazed, exhausted, and deliciously satisfied, they required a few minutes to normalize their breathing.
Paul soon slid his limp, creamy cock out of her, making a "plopping" noise. It wasn't easy for Jan to move-it had been quite a long day!
But before long, she had to: a girl with a tent-assignment for Jan and David stuck her pretty head into the tent. Janet kissed Paul good-night, thanked him "for everything," struggled to her feet, and followed the girl to the tent-where David was already waiting for her.
One look at David, lying there nude on a sleeping bag, told Janet that he had also enjoyed himself in the preceding hours. It wasn't so much his body that told her, but his eyes-tranquil, at ease, and contented.
He extended his arms, inviting her to come to him. Her nude, statuesque figure melted into them. His bronzed arms twined about her, making her feel snug and secure, as their fronts mashed together.
"Missed you," Janet finally said after their lips drew apart.
David smiled and tightened his hold on her curvy torso. He wasn't feeling very talkative, yet he didn't really have to say much. Jan was burdened with the same weary, pacific feeling.
However, there was one item that had to be discussed: would David be leaving with her the next morning?
She tersely asked him. He thought for a moment, knowing this was a reasonable question that deserved an answer.
"Been thinking about it since we arrived yesterday," he began. Following a brief pause, he continued, saying, "In short, no, I'm not. You know I'd love nothing better than to be with you, but Mexico ain't no easy rider, all things considered, my place is here, in America, with my brothers and sisters-and-I-"
"That's okay, I can dig that," Jan interrupted him. "You don't have to run through it, David. I understand, I really do." She had gotten the answer she expected. It was a difficult decision from both of their standpoints, but she knew that he had to do what he had to do-simple as that.
Silence for five minutes. David tenderly kissed her face and neck. He began to writhe beneath her, slightly at first, then with increasing passion.
And Janet caught the fever: she pressed her firm jugs against his solid chest and then slid them erotically from side to side. Their legs constantly wound and tangled around each other.
He finally spoke: "I want you, baby-for the last time before you split-but I hope it won't be the last time, period."
Janet sighed. He sure was making it difficult for her to leave! "I-I want you too-but I don't know if I really can," she whispered. Her cunt, battered and aching, had simply had its maximum of sucking and fucking in a single twenty-four span.
David digested what she had said, then replied, "Well, in that case, how about a shot in the ass?"
For reasons she couldn't explain, the boldness of his request sent hot tremors and cold shivers down her spine. Instead of saying anything, she cringed and held him as tight as she possibly could.
"How 'bout it?" he pressed her. David's hand, after caressing her round ass cheeks with feathery lightness, was now venturing down into her ass crack.
Janet was tired, yet that was her only plausible excuse (to herself) and it was meager compared to her desire; she loved David very much, and the thought of his ramming that thick, stiff pole into her ass had become overpowering. His fingertip circled around the crinkled opening of her tight asshole.
"If you'll be sure to be very gentle with me," was her affirmative reply. His eyes brightened. Her heartbeat quickened all of a sudden. His finger cautiously poked at the dry, rubbery lip of her anus and crept inside. Janet spread her delicious thighs for him.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned as he pulled her ripe, smooth cheeks apart. Jan could feel his swelling cock pressing up against her abdomen. Quivering on his ebony chest, her cherry-red nipples grew very coarse and hard.
Then she felt herself being rolled off his muscular frame; she didn't know why at first. Then she saw him getting up, grabbing a bar of soap, and rubbing it in his palms while occasionally dunking it in a bucket of water.
David, on his knees, saw her looking at him. "Very gentle, remember?" he smiled.
"Fine," she murmured, "But just don't take too long!"
He didn't. Returning to her side, David carefully spread the soapsuds on the cute ring of her asshole. And she happily lathered up his cock with long, slow strokes of her lightly-gripping hands. It felt so great that David had to stop her for fear that he would cream prematurely!
Everything was ready: David, sporting an amazingly huge hard-on, leaned against a heavy wooden crate that served as a piece of furniture. With his ass resting comfortably on the unrolled sleeping bag, he sat with his legs extended.
Following his directions, Janet, with her ass to him, slowly crouched down on his thighs. He jabbed a finger up her ass; the lubricant worked well-it slid in smoothly and cleanly. He pumped his finger in and out, side to side, loosening up her ass. He soon added another finger-and did the same.
Janet winced and squirmed as he finger-fucked her shithole. It was feeling better by the second. Yes, she was sure, David was a real lover, a one-in-a-million man. She wanted his mammoth dick up her asshole with a craving, by now! More than anything in the world! She was absolutely dying for it!
Mumbling "here we go" under his breath, David placed one hand on her hip. The other steered his knob, black and beautifully domed, toward its hair-shrouded target. He lurched upward and pulled her down at the same time, burying the head of his great tool in her rectum.
Janet writhed and shook her hips, twisted her ass around and bobbed her head as David slid his hard rod in and out of her narrow ass, penetrating just a little bit deeper with every domineering thrust.
His hands clenched her hip-bones, controlling her. She thought his massive prick was simply too big for her; yet she simply had to take it no matter what! It hurt, almost too much; yet it also felt too unbelievably terrific to be true!
The pain grew intense-Jan clenched her teeth and closed her fists so tightly that her long nails dug into her palms.
But then they were over the hump. The pain seemed to float away. The raw pleasure swept through her as the young Afro-American pumped his mighty lance all the way in and out of her backside. All but an inch or so of his steel-hard cock was wailing in and out of her.
She was bucking up and down on his fuck-stick. David reached up under her arms to cup her jiggling tits. His palms eagerly stroked the smooth tops of her thighs. And then he dipped his hand into her hairy twat.
Janet felt his fingers land on her clit and twiddle it about. It was so beautifully delightful that she felt herself on the verge of bursting into tears from the throbbing splendor of it all!
Her cunt had been quite moist to begin with, but his fingers made it absolutely drenched. He goosed her clammy shaft and twirled her hot clit around in time to his fuck-strokes into her deep, elastically-enlarged asshole.
He bucked and bounced for ten, fifteen, twenty minutes.
They both were stretching themselves to their physical limits, but it had been simply too wonderful to quit. Now, David was on the brink of release. His fingers tearing wildly at her cunt, he was bearing down; he cut loose, pummeling her pretty, quivering asshole with all he had.
Janet's whole body was vibrating like jello; she squealed and let out husky moans of joy and exasperation as he gave it to her.
David held his breath. Then he sighed as he exploded deep inside her ass, splattering heavy, sticky sperm at a rapid clip. Pulling down on her hips, he kept his creaming tool completely impaled in her. Their black and white thighs twitched and jarred each other as his balls drained with endless throbs and spurts.
When it was over, Janet lay on her side, curled up in a tight ball-the fetal position-with her eyes closed. She felt David's come slowly dribbling out of her ass, but didn't care. She had been through too much. It seemed to her that everything David had done to her and with her was something she would clearly remember for the rest of her life.
She would miss him very much.
* * *
It was Janet's third day on the road. Not surprisingly, she got a late start from the commune. The following day, she traded in her rented Mustang for another, because of the air-conditioning problem.
But the new car had a different, more serious, illness-that took three hours to fix after breaking down in the middle of nowhere.
Janet was less than an hour from the border. It was getting dark. Seemed like a good place to spend the night. She pulled into a roadside restaurant-bar for dinner.
She was shown to a corner table in the cocktail lounge, which was all too typical: black formica-topped tables, cheap carpeting, red curtains, and low, indirect lighting. But she was hungry, and this was the best place the town had to offer.
She ordered dinner and sipped several extra dry Vodka martinis while waiting in the almost-empty lounge. A single girl, oddly enough, was in a nearby booth. They struck up a conversation. Dinner arrived. Janet invited the girl to sit with her. Her name was Chris.
She appeared very calm and together. It took a half hour for Jan to realize how distraught the girl was. Apparently, Chris was having trouble with her boyfriend. It boiled down to the fact that they were in love, but the problem was one of sex-Chris wanted him, but every time he got her in bed and tried to screw her, she froze and panicked.
"I just don't know what it is. I've tried everything. But this, ah, thing-keeps ruining it. I don't know what in the world to do. It's driving both of us nuts," Chris explained.
Janet liked her, enjoyed listening to her. Especially after so many lonely hours on the road-after leaving the commune. They talked through coffee. Janet ordered a round of stingers. And another round-which they were nursing-but which had a beneficial effect on them-relaxing, soothing and inducing a nice light-headedness.
Janet had been first interested by the girl's looks: Chris was a little over five feet tall and quite shapely. Her face had a clean, fresh, spritely, All-American charm, pert mouth, thin lips, perfectly-even rows of fine white teeth displayed during her frequent smiles.
Her hair-blonde with darker streaks here and there, but not in a way that made her look cheap-was very straight and even and chopped off cleanly halfway down the back of her neck. Gold hoop-earrings swung as she moved her head.
As she talked and listened to Chris discuss herself and her plight, Janet couldn't avoid check out the sweet girl, who had just turned twenty-two. The more she saw, the more she liked. And then she came to the conclusion that she pretty much dug everything about Chris!
Chris was wearing a cream-colored miniskirt, sandals with thick leather straps, and a brown, sleeveless blouse with a gold pin on the round collar. She leaned back on the padded seat at one point. Janet's gaze was arrested on her chest; were those nipples she saw pressing against the thin fabric of her blouse?
In the ensuing minutes, she scrutinized them closely. And, sure as sure could be, Chris was not wearing a bra! Janet grew more interested in what the girl was saying. She got a little itchy, changing her position in the seat more often.
Besides exciting her, Janet thought the fact that Chris was braless was a good sign-an indication that she was sincerely trying to be a liberated woman.
Now and then, their bare thighs or calves would brush together. It happened with increasing regularity.
Janet told Chris about her travels in search of Liz, where she was going, where she had been. Chris listened very attentively.
Minutes later, Chris asked her if she had a place to stay in town.
"No, no yet," Janet responded, "I suppose I really should see about making some arrangements." Chris ran through the list of motels and hotels in town-five of them.
After getting dimes from the cashier, Janet followed her to the phone booth over near the rest-rooms. ("Guys" and "Gals" said the hand-painted arrows behind the plywood partition). She couldn't take her eyes off the rhythmic sway of her pretty ass, so round and jutting, as she walked.
Chris waited outside the opened booth as Janet called. She said "No vacancy" after each of the first four calls. One more chance-the local fleabag hotel over the real estate-insurance broker's office in the center of town, according to Chris.
The man's voice on the other end told her there were rooms available. Janet decided to play a hunch: she said "thank you," hung up the phone, and, forlornly looking up at Chris, said "no vacancy."
"Gee!" I never expected this. What in hell am I gonna do?" Janet said, wringing her hands together as she sat hunched in the booth.
Chris thought for a moment, then said, "Hey! I've got it! You can stay with me. I have room. Now why didn't I think of that sooner!"
Janet thanked her and politely declined. Luckily, as she was hoping, Chris insisted. So, Jan paid the bill and the girls drove off to the small, modern (huge glass picture windows in place of about half of the walls) bungalow that Chris rented. It was only a few miles, but, in the sparsely settled region, that was enough to guarantee privacy (and an excellent view of the flat countryside).
Lugging her suitcase, Chris showed Janet into the tiny guest bedroom. She pluncked it on the bed. "Oh, isn't this nice," Janet complimented her choice of decorations.
Shortly, their conversation was resumed in the small but cozy living room. Chris drew the ceiling-to-floor curtains, kicked off her sandals, made two more stingers and put a stack of contemporary folk LP's on the stereo.
In the talk that followed, Chris revealed that she had been born and raised in San Francisco. Little more than a year ago, thing of cities, she had moved tto the rural outpost in New Mexico. She supported herself by painting. Jan examined some of her work-she was pretty darn good. And, inevitably, the conversation went full-circle, returning to the complex problem she was having with her boy-friend, Charlie.
Another round of stingers. Not quite drunk. Janet wanted to touch Chris-wanted to see her naked-wanted to make love to her. She was listening to cute Chris describe the neurotic step-mother who had raised her. Jan was playing psychoanalyst: counseling, consoling and probing.
After an hour of this, each girl was repeating herself. It was getting very heavy and tedious. Janet suspected that Chris was becoming as sick of the subject as she was.
Janet abruptly altered her mood-and Chris's as well: she quickly stood up and faced Chris, who remained on the couch (wondering what Janet was up to).
Janet spread her feet a yard apart and placed her hands on her hips. Smiling seductively, she said to Chris: "Do you think I'm pretty?" (Janet had just enough drinks in her to carry it off; otherwise, she would have had to bullshit for another hour to reach the same stage.)
Chris wrinkled her brow and tilted her head, confused. "Well.. . why, yes, of course. Very pretty," she replied.
"Thanks," Janet promptly countered. "I hope you'll enjoy seeing more of me, cuz I feel like getting out of these uncomfortable clothes," the dark-haired beauty continued. Before she coiuld say anything, Janet began to hastily undo the low row of buttons down the front of her multi-colored, flower-print minidress.
With her dress hanging open to the waist, revealing the creamy flesh overflowing the flimsy cups of her brief, white, lacey-frilly French bra, Janet bent over to pull off her shoes. Hiking her dress way up, Jan rolled down her panty-hose her eager fingers moving from one long leg to the other.
And then she pulled them off her feet, bundled them up, and carelessly dropped them on her shoes near the end of the couch.
Chris said nothing. She watched closely. Not wanting to seem prudish or up-tight, she had stifled her initial impulse to question Janet's actions. Now, she didn't know what to say because she wasn't sure what she was thinking about the whole thing!
Janet felt great. The cool ah caressing her bare pussy was not only refreshing but quite titillating. She ran her palms up and down her thighs. She slid off the shoulder straps of her dress, which fell to her waist.
While groping to unclasp her bra, Jan subtly rolled her hips in lazy circles. The dress inched along the smooth curves of her hips and then settled to the floor.
Simultaneously, she stripped off her bra and tossed it toward her other discarded clothes. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it away. Chris was stunned by her beauty as well as her unusual forthrightness. She didn't know where to look-her rapt eyes wandered all over Janet's voluptuous, naked beauty.
Grinning like a cat (and thoroughly enjoying her exhibitionistic charade), Jan smoothed her palms along her delectable curves, from just below her armpits down to her sultry thighs. She cupped her tits and lifted them, bending forward at the waist slightly as she did, as if to offer the heavily-nippled boobs to Chris. Then she spun around, giving the kind, girlish blonde an exciting rear view of her beauty.
Feeling exhilarated but confused, Chris tried to think of something to say. For the first time in her life, she couldn't. Janet finished parading around and sat beside her on the couch.
"That's a charge," Jan said, matter-of-factly. Chris nodded.
"For me, anyway. How 'bout you?" Janet asked.
"Oh, yes, indeed, for me too!" Chris chimed.
Janet peered at her, then suggested that Chris strip for her. "Oh, go ahead. It's fun! Just you and me. Nothing wrong with that," Janet prodded her.
Chris pondered the suggestion for a while. Then, after taking a heavy swig of her stinger, she stood up and began to work out.
"Great! Just imagine you're a burlesque queen or something -get really uninhibited-then you'll have a fantastic time!" Janet coached her.
As her eyes studied Chris's every erotic movement, Janet felt her cunt getting hotter and damper by the second. She kept fidgeting and adjusting her position on the couch.
Chris bent her slender forearms. Janet felt as if her sanity hinged on the girl's actions, no matter how inconsequential they might normally be. Chris took off the pin and set it on the coffee table. She unbuttoned the brown blouse and teasingly opened it.
Janet was so excited she almost screamed. Then, ah! OH YE! Chris bared her breasts. They were small, but very round and firm, and capped with a set of reddish-brown nipples that were incredibly big and thick. Janet had to restrain herself to keep from raping her on the spot!
Chris tossed off the blouse. She got a lift from the unmistakable expression of supreme approval on Janet's face.
"Hey, you're right. This is fun!" Chris chirped. She had caught on. She was proud of herself. Her movements became more and more extreme, aptly accentuating her natural attributes.
The last record ended. Nude to the waist, Chris strolled across the room to the stereo and put on a throbbing, blaring rock record.
Immediately, she launched into wild gyrations, flailing her arms, jerking her hips, and shaking her shoulders so her sexy little tits quivered a mile a minute. And, while dancing in time to the music (if not ahead of it), she unzipped her miniskirt and stripped it off.
Now the only thing between Chris and nudity was her white, very brief, see-thru panties. Janet was out of her skull, nearly coming all over the couch from the amazing show Chris was putting on.
The wedge-shaped outline of her crisp, golden cunt hah was plainly visible through the filmy panties. So was the graceful curve of her ass crack. Too much!
Chris seductively peeled off the clinging panties. The rock record was ending. Gloriously nude, she came to the touch. All of a sudden, the thundering music had been replaced by absolute silence, the gyrating figure by stillness.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, Janet wrapped her arms around Chris's lovely thighs and held her tight. Chris lost her balance and fell on the couch. Jan gripped her shoulder, then circled her arms around Chris's impeccable figure.
Janet told her she was very beautiful. They lay on their sides. Janet casually slung a leg over Chris's. She looked at her, then softly kissed her on the cheek. Chris groaned and twined her arms around Janet. Their tits rolled and slid and pressed against each other.
Upon regaining control of her breath, Chris pined, "This is all so strange-like a dream. How did this happen? What is happening?"
Janet was stroking her warm, smooth back-and then her deliciously-curving legs. "Don't be upset, Chris, I know how you feel, believe me. Trust me; you won't regret a thing, just trust me," she comforted her.
Janet spread wet kisses on her face. Then she covered Chris's lips with her own. Chris was hesitant, but soon returned the caress. Their mouths ground with heightened ardor, lips pressing harder as passion rose-and then their tongues were exploring, dueling and frantically darting at one another.
"You do trust me, don't you," Janet asked.
With a glazed look in her eyes, the panting girl uttered, "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh yes!"
Now their bodies were clashing together, their horny hands wildly roaming, clutching, rubbing, pawing and pinching at each other's nakedness.
Janet's hand moved higher and higher up the warm, slightly-tanned skin on the interior of Chris's thigh. Then she reached the tiny white patches that Chris's bikini had protected from the sun.
Her fingers wormed through the fluffy pubic hair. Chris automatically jerked her legs wide apart. Jan's palm smoothed back and forth through her ass crack. She lightly stroked her twitching cunt lips, dragging the wet hairs back and forth.
"Kiss my tits! Kiss my tits," Janet begged. As Chris hurriedly attacked her erect rosebuds with lips and slashing tongue, Janet drove a finger into her drooling pussy. She friskily spun her finger in every direction at once, arousing Chris to the point of biting hard on Jan's tender nipple!
Janet felt the clit doubling in size, stiff as a little cock. Pushing it around under her thumb, she plunged her finger deep up the enticing blonde's shaft-Chris was tight, hot and extremely wet. Her twat jerked and bucked to Janet's frenetic finger-fucking.
Leaving her finger buried in her clammy hole, Jan then ceased all movement. A second later, Chris, too, dropped her wet nipple out of her freely salivating mouth. They were eye to eye.
"I'm going to kiss you down there, kiss you like you've never been kissed before," Janet whispered to her. Chris was so turned-on that a pained look covered her pretty face.
Janet perched between her legs. Chris raised them. Janet pushed them higher. Licking her soft lips, she peered at the glistening, coral cunt lips that were so deliciously pulled apart in a forest of curly hair. It was the most mouth-watering meal she ever laid her eyes on.
She furiously slammed her puckered lips against Chris's hot slit. Chris cried out with joy and thrashed her pussy back and forth. Janet, who had been reaching up to squeeze her tits, needed her hands to steady the undulating thighs.
Her lips slid wildly about. Then her tongue flicked out to lap the greasy insides of her labia. She pinched her elusive, rasping clitty in her lips. She slapped it with her tongue.
Janet sunk her nose in the fresh-smelling slit. After slipping her hand under one buttock and clasping it in her fingers, she shot her tongue deep into the well and licked the slick, vibrating tasty walls while strenuously sucking away.
"Your tongue-YOUR TONGUE! Oohhhh," Chris wailed.
Janet's tongue was in all the way; yet, for her, it could never get deep enough. Her taste-buds craved the spicy flavor. The fumes acted on her brain like an aphrodisiac.
As her dazed head flopped crazily from side to side, Chris yelped, "It's too good . . . TOO GOOD! . . . can't believe it! Ohhhh-Agghhhh!"
A fraction of a second later, simmering waves of cunt-cream gushed into Janet's mouth. Although Chris had come much sooner than she expected and was thrashing uncontrollably, Jan managed to keep her open mouth locked to her pussy lips. She swallowed the yummy streams of fluid as fast as they came.
When the power of the surge diminished, Jan pumped her tongue in and out, desperately striving to coax more of the tasty come out, and savoring each precious droplet until the stormy ride was over.
She raised her face blotted with cunt juice and looked at Chris. Tears lingered in her eyes; her eyes were shut, her chest rising and falling. Was she unconscious? Jan wondered.
Wiping her mouth (and licking her fingers), she waited. Chris opened her eyes. Her pretty mouth spread into a smile.
"Glad to see you're all right," Janet said to her.
"ALL RIGHT?" Chris said, feigning outrage, "That was the most wild, wonderful, beautiful feeling of my life! How could anything be better?"
Then Chris hooked her arms around Janet's neck and tugged her mouth down onto her own, whereupon their lips and tongues violently tore at each other. After this flurry, they were still.
When it was time to get up, Janet spied several rivers of cunt juice overflowing Chris's cunt, trickling through her dense hairs. To her hostess's chagrin, Jan enthusiastically ducked her head past the prominent mound, stuck out her tongue, and lapped up the sticky fluid that was winding down into her ass crack. That done, Jan sucked on her tufts of cunt hair. Chris just stared at her with her jaw hanging open in utter disbelief.
"Love that taste," Janet said, smacking her lips, when she finally finished.
"Really tastes that good, does it?" Chris inquired.
"Yup! You must try cunt-sucking some time," was her answer. They exchanged smiles that said the point had been well made.
Then they took a shower together. After the soap was washed off, they took turns kissing each other's tits and Frenching the nipples. And Chris really surprised Janet by rubbing her cunt-slit in the midst of toweling her dry.
The bed in the guest room never was used. After all they had been through in the evening, it went without saying that Janet and Chris would share the double bed in the master bedroom.
After a passionate, sustained "good night" kiss, Janet rolled over and sank into slumber. But Chris suddenly roused her, saying, "Wow! It just dawned on me!
"What? What?" Janet moaned.
"Just a second ago I realized that I haven't thought of Charlie in hours. And now the whole thing doesn't seem quite so unsolvable. Remarkable! You've helped me, Jan, I think, but I'm not sure how. Anyway, thanks! And sleep well," Chris rambled.
"G'night. Talk 'bout it in the morning," Janet sleepily replied. Before falling back into a deep sleep, the last thing on Janet's mind was how much pleasure Chris had given her, and that she didn't want to leave her so soon. No matter what!
Even before sitting down for toast and coffee the next morning, the girls had decided that Janet would stay for at least another day. A half dozen quick phone calls and Chris announced that she had no obligations that couldn't be put off.
And Charlie called: they made up as best they could over the phone. When he said he was coming over that evening, Chris jumped for joy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Since it was turning into a bright, hot day, Chris suggested that they sun themselves by her friend's pool. She explained that the man who owned the place was away on business, so there wouldn't be anyone to bother them. Jan thought it was a fine idea-"Just what I need," she said.
They changed into bathing suits, rounded up some tanning oil, towels and a portable radio, and headed for the pool. Chris wore a tiny bikini of Tahitian print, Janet a pale blue one.
But their bikinis were alike in one sense-neither was large enough to contain the lush curves tucked inside: Chris' suit kept riding down in the back, exposing the top of her lily-white ass-crack . . . and there seemed to be no way of stopping her yellow cunt hairs from slipping out along the tight creases of her crotch . . . as for Janet, every other time she moved, her right nipple popped free from her halter.
They joked about the "problem."
"What a hit I'd be at Malibu!" Janet quipped. As Chris laughed, a tinge of regret that no one was nearby to gape at them flashed through her mind!
Stretching out by the pool, the girls unhitched their tops to prevent getting strap-marks stencilled across their backs.
Although the sun still hadn't reached high noon, it was strong enough to make Janet uncomfortably hot in a mere fifteen minutes of exposure. She got up to test the water. As she did, her tits spilled out of her loose halter; she let it fall. Why the hell not? she thought.
So, tits drooping and flopping, Janet dove in. She swam a few laps in the pool, did another underwater, then tested the springiness of the diving board.
"Boo! Hiss! Terrible!" were typical of Chris' appraisal following each of Janet's dives.
In retaliation, Jan swam down to the shallow end, paused near Chris, and proceeded to suddenly splash her like mad. Laughing and swearing, Chris jumped to her feet and back-pedaled out of range.
Not until she demanded to know why Janet was staring at her did Chris realize that her halter was concealing nothing! That really broke them up. Then, following Janet's lead, Chris took it off altogether (but not prior to a cursory check for possible snoopers.)
Chris soon joined Janet in the pool. And she acted out her own repertoire of dives-with predictable responses from Janet after each one! After that, an underwater kiss led to a half hour of tit-rubbing and sucking and furious making out in waist-deep water.
"We're alone, right? Nobody's gonna stop by or anything?" Jan asked Chris as they dried off.
"Far as I know," she answered. "Why do ya ask?"
"Because I want to know if there's any reason why I can't take off my panties," Janet explained.
Naturally, Chris couldn't think of any-it was just her ingrained modesty that had precluded such consideration. So Janet, and then Chris, stripped naked to fully receive the therapeutic rays of sunlight.
The sun, blistering hot, threatened to burn their tender skin. Chris opened the bottle of lotion, but Janet promptly snatched it away, insisting that she apply it.
While Chris reclined on her stomach, Janet liberally spread the slick tanning oil on her back, ass, arms and legs. She was enjoying herself so much that Chris got a nice massage thrown in . . . and she adored the slow, soothing ministrations of Janet's devoted palms on her bare flesh.
"All right, roll over," Janet finally said after spending more than fifteen minutes on her back. She did her shoulders and legs, but only to the tops of her thighs-she was saving the best for last!
With great care and deliberation, Janet applied the lotion to her tits. The nipples were repeatedly overrun by her fingers, making the pert buds very hard and rough and dark. Chris was beginning to experience rushes of sharp delight sweeping through her mind; her cunt grew hot and very clammy with anticipation; she found it impossible to refrain from twitching her pussy back and forth.
Leaving one hand to continue exciting her ripe tits, Janet dropped the other to her crotch. Her flat hand rubbed the insides of her thighs . . . her belly . . . and then back into her bush, but with more resolve than ever.
"Feel good?" Jan asked, knowing full well that it did.
"Mmmmm, sure does," came the reply.
Now Chris had spread her legs wide apart and Janet's finger was flirting inside her cunt lips. She trounced her greasy clit and jabbed deep into her shaft. Soon Chris was literally dripping wet; sloshing, wet, juicy sounds were clearly audible as Janet, who was getting wildly horny, splayed her fingers inside.
Then Janet crouched between her legs. Chris, knowing from the previous night what was coming, sighed and raised her legs.
With her upturned palms cradling each of Chris' luscious asscheeks and her shoulders pushing against the smooth backs of her thighs, Janet stuck out her tongue and leaned forward.
She ran her slurping tongue slowly from asshole up along her frothy cunt over and over again. Chris, hungrily squeezing her tits, was pitching from side to side and trying to maintain control of her self under the delicious, piercing pleasures being showered upon her.
"Janet. . . Janet! Ooo noo! . . . Gets better every time . . . I love it . . . I love it like you'll never know!" she whined.
Janet kissed her hard, right on the cunt. Then her long pink tongue snaked inside and scurried madly about, lapping, licking, and lashing as if her life depended on it.
A few minutes later, she suddenly stopped. Chris expected her to resume in a matter of seconds. She waited. But Janet didn't. Chris, marooned near her sexual summit, raised her head.
Janet stuck to the blunt approach: "I'd love it if you'd suck my cunt, Chrissie dear," she said while savoring the sharply-seasoned flavor of the cunt oil in her mouth.
Chris, already left suspended in a state of sexual frenzy, now was even more exasperated by the added complication-she wanted to do it and satisfy the woman who she loved so and had given her so much pleasure, but she didn't know if she could. Chris had never even come close to doing such a thing.
"I . . . I . . . don't know if.. . I mean, I . . . I really do want.. . , " the lovely blonde stammered.
Janet interrupted her, saying softly, "I know what you're going through, Chris, and I don't want to force you into anything."
Chris managed a shy smile.
Janet went on: "Suppose you try it. See if you like it. If so, beautiful. If not, for some reason, well, I'll understand that, too."
After making her proposal, Janet casually stretched out on her back next to Chris. Chris thought about it for a moment, then, deciding that she owed it to both of them to at least try, rolled onto Janet's naked figure.
Their wet lips smashed together. Chris furiously drilled her tongue into Janet's clean-tasting mouth as her dainty hands danced on her proud, mountainous tits.
Soon, Chris was going on her: she sucked and bit her lips, ventured into the curly, dark pubic hairs. She kissed and licked and sucked them, moving ever closer to the hot pussy awaiting her.
For Chris, the moment of truth was drawing near. Janet slung her left leg over Chris' the moment of truth was drawing near. Janet slung her left leg over Chris' back. Her sopping-wet, hot cunt stares Chris in the face. She gazed at it with a look of awe and adoration. Her fingers rubbed the slit as her lips made love to the pristine flesh in the creases of her groin.
The fragrant aroma seeped into her nostrils. Chris took a deep, whiff-and found herself excited by the weird odor. She pulled out her finger and licked it: to her surprise, the taste of Janet's cunt was not only not bad, it was pretty fucking good!
Now her mind was made up. Nothing could change it.
Janet felt so happy when Chris licked her cunt lips that she almost came. She had been hoping and praying all this could come to pass ever since last night in the dreary cocktail lounge.
Chris delicately caressed the moist, hairy outer lips with her tongue and mouth. The more she did, the more thrilling it was for her. Then she pulled the tender lips apart with her fingertips and shoved her tongue inside. Janet jerked violently at first . . . and soon settled into a rhythmic rocking of her hips.
As her pleasure and confidence mounted, Chris ate Jan's cunt harder and faster . . . her flicking, lapping tongue bore deep inside her slobbering shaft . . . she gnawed on the stiff bead of her clitoris . . . and just plain buried her face in the hot, dripping pussy as Janet's folded hands pulled on the back of her twisting head.
For Janet, immersed in the pounding ecstasy, each minute that Chris Frenched her cunt seemed like an hour-and three or four were all she could take. The delight splashing through her total being could not be turned back; it was an overwhelming force.
Gritting her teeth and flinching every muscle in her body, Janet gasped, "Oh, Chris! CHRIS, D A R L I N G ! y o u ' r e driving me-CRAZY! OOOHHH!"
Then she exploded into torrid spasms of joy, lightning bolts of unbounded pleasure ripping at her. She flexed her jittery thighs against Chris' skull, overcome by the throbbing, streaking waves of pleasure.
At the same time, her geysers of hot sex juice poured into Chris' mouth. Since the no-longer-so-innocent girl was unprepared for the rapid flow, much of the gooey cream splattered into her face and dribbled down her chin.
But after that sudden initiation, Chris adjusted. She glued her mouth to Janet's slit. She sucked so hard that she inhaled the tangy love potion right down her throat! . . . and desperately continued to suck for more of the strangely-delicious liquid.
When the chattering of Janet's cunt began to subside, Chris, remembering how Janet had worked on her, incessantly poked her tongue in and out of the honey-shaft, spooning more cream into her still-starving mouth.
And then it was over. Janet lay still. Chris, bubbling with pride, rested her head on the hard mound, her cheek cushioned by the thick growth of cunt hair. She licked her lips. The taste of Janet's cunt juice lingered in her mouth. Savoring it, she resolved no to brush her teeth for days, in hopes the aftertaste could be preserved!
When she could speak, Janet thanked Chris and told her how wonderful it had been. She felt obligated to say as much, but words really weren't necessary for them to communicate, so fine was their rapport.
After a while, as Janet rested, Chris took it upon herself to smear the greasy tanning oil on Jan's satiny skin. While applying it to her upper thighs, Chris, for no particular reason except that she wanted to, kissed Janet's cunt. Janet was so happy about this and everything else that a tear rolled down her cheek (which was unnoticed by Chris.)
The combined massage-lotioning lasted nearly a half hour. By the time Chris had finished, Janet was more than recuperated from the volcanic blasts of orgasm-she was downright horny!
"On your back, my sweet," she said to Chris. "It's my turn now."
Chris quickly acted on the words which were music to her ears. Janet crouched between her legs and pushed forward; soon
Chris' beautiful stems were sticking straight into the air.
While her hands floated rapidly up an down them, Janet, after kissing her splendid pussy, reached the point where she couldn't resist eating her cute asshole.
Her hands pulled the cheeks apart, her head burrowed underneath. Janet's pointy tongue slithered through the gathering of pubies and rimmed the dark brown lip of her ass, making Chris shudder with delight.
Janet was very persevering when it came to getting her tongue up Chris' sexy asshole. She labored endlessly, driving her wet tongue gradually deeper and twirling it like a corkscrew.
Soon, she was an inch deep. Then it got easier. Her tongue, jabbing and spinning, was almost getting sucked in! Before long, her mouth was clamped to the ass-ring, her tongue delightfully plunging with abandon into her anus. Chris, shaking her limbs and purring and panting, made it obvious to Janet that she was having a fantastic time!
After ten minutes of glorious ass-sucking, Janet dragged her tongue out. She took a few seconds to catch her breath, then drilled her tongue back into Chris' scalding cunt.
While she viciously mealed her pussy, Janet dug a finger up the saliva-moistened asshole. She worked on each hole with a passion, sending Chris into another galaxy. She came in a hurry, rewarding Janet with a mouthful of sticky, hot and incredibly delicious cunt sauce.
In light of the fact that Charlie would be visiting that evening, Janet and Chris restrained themselves for the rest of the afternoon-which was no easy feat!
And they mapped out a strategy for dealing with him! one that was very radical but designed to complete Chris' sexual liberation and solve the "problem" she had been having with the man she loved. Once for all.
* * *
Charlie appeared fashionably late. The girls were ready for him. Janet's presence was explained after she had been introduced to Charlie. He was friendly, had a good sense of humor, just as Chris had said. To Janet, everything seemed perfectly compatible between Chris and Charlie . . . but, then again, Chris had said that it always started out like that-but, once he got her in bed, all hell broke loose.
While the trio sipped their drinks and chatted, Janet, in an easy chair, was sizing up Charlie, who sat with Chris on the couch across the room.
Charlie, who was ten years older than Chris, had a weathered, almost classic, face that seemed to Janet to typify her image of the rural southwest. But the well-dressed guy was no rancher or sheriff-to the contrary, he was an ambitious, very ambitious executive of a highly successful electronics firm.
Jan felt attracted to him. He was six-three at least and well put together.. . a bit lanky in appearance but unquestionably strong and fit. His medium-length brown hair was well-groomed. She thought Chris had picked a winner, a real stud who was well worth fighting for. She kept her fingers crossed, hoping her strategy would be successful.
The conversation had lasted well over an hour. Janet had downed three drink and Charlie was ahead of her (she had been counting). Light music was flowing from the stereo speakers. Chris had turned off the lamps on the end-tables the last time she was up. Now only the floor lamp was on.
Janet and Chris surreptitiously exchanged winks. Yes, all systems were "GO!"
Janet, who had carefully selected her wardrobe for this special occasion, went into action. She unobtrusively crossed her legs and slouched in the chair. Her yellow mini-skirt rode higher and higher up her long, bare thighs.
Charlie reacted immediately-he peeked at the "beaver shot" Janet was providing. She had picked out the sexiest, skimpiest, most transparent panties she owned; in fact, well put-together.. . a bit lanky in appearance but unquestionably good taste.
She spread her legs more. Her skirt rode higher. Charlie was peeking more often.. .and with good reason: one leg of the panties was hooked into her slit; in the back and down below, the material was gathered in her ass-crack; her cunt hairs stuck out both sides.
As if this wasn't enough, Janet was wearing a very tight sweater.. .and no bra. She projected her tits forward, clearly depicting the outline of her nipples for Charlie's horny stares.
A few minutes passed. Charlie couldn't stop looking. He was itchy. He mopped his brow. He had difficulty following the conversation. And he had sprung a hard-on that was simply impossible to conceal.
Janet's instincts told her it was time to make the next move. She walked over to Charlie. After looking at the bulge in his lap, she turned to Chris and said, "Pard me, Chris, but your handsome boy-friend here seems to be aroused about something."
Charlie did a quick double-take, spilled his drink, and blurted to Janet, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"Oh, I was just referring to your hard-on," Jan coolly answered him.
Charlie eyed her, utterly aghast. He looked at Chris. Seeing that she was as calm and composed as Janet, which was uncharacteristic of Chris, Charlie became even more disgruntled.
"Maybe one of us did it," Chris said to Janet.
"I have a feeling it was me, though I don't want to seem conceited," Janet replied. Charlie, unable to believe his ears, was cranking his head from one girl to the other.
Then Janet turned to him and said, "Charlie, you were sneaking looks under my skirt, weren't you?"
Charlie, who didn't know whether he was angry, outraged, glad, confused, sober or crazy, responded: "Well, I.. .hell yes! Sure I was, but I don't see what in blazes you think you're.. . . "
Janet cut off his disjointed reply by taking off her skirt and tossing it aside. Charlie gaped at her crotch, through the panties that were concealing nothing. "This did it, right?" Janet asked him. "What a compliment! Thank you, Charlie!" she added before he could say a word.
Charlie looked at Chris, as if hoping for some sort of explanation, and, getting nothing but an affectionate smile, then resumed raping Janet with his eyes.
Janet slipped off her panties.. .and kicked away her shoes. Wearing only the tight sweater, she graciously posed for Charlie.
Then Chris got up. Janet unzipped her dress for her. Off it came.. .and her bra.. .and pan ties.. .and heels. She gleefully unsnapped her garters and flipped the belt over her shoulder. She, too, posed for Charlie, clad in merely her smooth, tight, white stockings, which were rolled down to just above her knees.
Charlie was blinking his eyes, smacking the heel of his meaty hand against his forehead, and saying to Chris, "You too! What the fuck is going on around here?"
After cleaning up his spilled drink and serving him another, Chris had assured him that, no, she and Janet were not "freaked out on LSD," and that nothing was wrong and that he should "try to relax."
As the girls had hoped, Charlie calmed down in a hurry. He gulped down his drink. He made little effort to hide the hard bone in his pants.
Chris was now assuming the initiative, eagerly aided by Janet. She leaned over the couch and planted a wet, tonguing kiss on the mouth. Simultaneously, Janet was rubbing her prominent, moon-shaped buttocks and tickling inside her crack with a finger.
Chris dropped her hand in his lap. Fondly stroking his prick, she told him she loved him and wanted him very much. She unzipped his fly and hauled out his cock. She ran his fist slowly up and down the raised-veined, bony length of his organ. Charlie wanted to ask her a dozen questions that were plaguing him, but, deciding it would be foolish to risk disrupting such a good thing, said nothing. Instead, he straightened his legs, cleared his throat, and grinned like Chris had never seen him grin before.
"How 'bout getting out of those duds so we can see that bod of yours, my love?" Chris said to him.
"Yeah, how about that?" he countered.
Chris seized his right wrist, Janet his left. They hauled with all their might. With his compliance, Charlie was dragged off the couch out onto the thick rug in the center of the living room.
To his delight, the girls set about stripping him. Jan loosened his tie, Chris unbuttoned his shirt. Off they came. He wildly grabbed tits, asses, and pussies as the girls hastily pulled off his clothes.
Once nude, he pulled the girls down onto the floor with him. While he locked his mouth on Chris's and rubbed her cunt, Janet, after opening the front of her sweater, stroked his solid, hairy legs and ass.. .and then played with his big balls.
Of the threesome, Janet was the only one who didn't have trouble grasping the fact that an orgy was actually taking place on the living room rug. But Chris and Charlie were much too involved in horny, desperate advances to stop and pinch themselves or ask each other if it was really happening!
Janet rolled Charlie onto his side. As he hotly sucked on Chris's tits and finger-fucked her steaming cunt, Janet whipped his rigid cock up and down in her tight fist.
She licked his upper thighs and into his hairy sweaty groin. Then, grasping the purplish knob of his tool, she ran her tongue up and down the sensitive underside. Charlie bucked his hips with the first lick and didn't stop from then on.
Having coated his hot rod with her saliva, Jan sucked his massive eight-incher into her horny mouth. As she slid her tight, soft, wet lips up and down, she wildly licked his cock and curled her tongue around it. She sucked harder, taking even more of his delicious hard-on into her throat.
Her strokes grew even more rapid. Charlie felt her long hair floating and sliding along his thighs as she blew. Her tits were jiggling as if electrically-charged.
Janet would have loved nothing better than to suck Charlie's cock for another hour, but she had to stick to the plan and look after Chris's interests, which really were paramount.
So, with great regret, she let his gleaming prick fall out of her mouth. She backed off, leaving Charlie and Chris alone for the moment.
Here was the crucial stage: Janet wondered if Chris would be emotionally capable of taking him, as she watched. Charlie pulled his slippery fingers out of her cunt. He mounted Chris. In between her mumbles and moans, she begged him to give it to her with all his might.
Janet watched him do precisely that! His body resting between her raised thighs, Charlie blasted his tool into her rasping cunt.
Chris was tight, having not been screwed for more than a total of a minute in her entire life. But, in spite of the pain, she held on for dear life and begged for more. The struggle was well over-Charlie was tightly encased in her soft, wet hole.. .all the way. Their pubic hairs were pushed together, their arms embracing each other's loving bodies.
Then Charlie, kissing her on the mouth with great passion, began to ram his stiff dick in and out of her. Janet could see this guy knew how to fuck: he started slowly, gradually picked up the tempo, and varied his strokes.
Charlie and Chris had so much to be happy about--young, in love, balling merrily away, and secure that the sexual hang-up had been conquered. Janet, too, was happy--that she had been the architect of the blessed union.
Ten.. .fifteen minutes passed. Janet hadn't taken her eyes off the thrashing couple. Charlie's ass was now bobbing up and down like a jackhammer. Chris, her face dazed and contorted, pumped her pussy in perfect time.
Then, the release.. .amid grappling arms, cries of ecstasy and pounding, jerking bodies.. .followed by the placid afterglow of ultimate satisfaction.
An hour later. The naked trio was comfortably sprawled on the double bed in Chris's room. Janet had been thanked for her help countless times. Chris was finishing telling Charlie about what had happened the previous night between herself and Janet.
The discussion was intensely serious. As Charlie listened, he, like Chris, was being jarred out of the traditional conceptions and feelings he had regarding sex. The more the liberated couple spoke honestly about sex, the deeper in love they felt. And each became irrevocably convinced that this "new" attitude toward sex was healthy--and a heck of a lot more fun!
"What is this anyway, a panel discussion?" Janet joked, finally injecting some lightness and frivolity into the serious air.
"You two have got your whole lives ahead of you, plenty of time to talk," she added.
Charlie and Chris nodded their agreement.
Janet spoke again: "As far as I'm concerned, I think the present is the right time to practice what we're preaching."
Chris didn't know what she was hinting at. But when Janet proceeded to grab Charlie's semi-hard cock and lick the head, she got the message.
Charlie was soon flat on his back. Janet had sucked his cock to a full, springy erectness. As her lips jumped up and down, she rolled his nuts around in the palm of her hand.
After watching the blow job for a few minutes, Chris was moved to join the fun. She fondled Janet's tits and goosed her cunt.
Then, using Jan's vertical thighs as handles, Chris slid on her back beneath her crouching body. Chris clasped her buttocks and pulled Janet's pretty cunt down onto her face. Her wild tongue leaped up into her hole, and caused Janet to suck all the more vigorously on Charlie's great prick.
Chris munched on Janet's clit a while longer, then granted Charlie's wish that he sit on her face. She got a terrific cunt-lapping; Charlie had eaten her before, but never in a way that compared to this-and as his tongue speared and his lips sucked, Chris socked her pussy back and forth several times per second and slowly rotated the upper part of her body around and around at the same time!
She fell off before long. She watched Janet sucking on his cock. Soon, Chris was watching with envy. "Jan, Jan, can I do it?" she whispered.
Janet was perfectly willing to give her a chance to suck the first cock of her life. But, as she raised her rounded, red lips over the knob, Charlie came! He tried to hold back but couldn't; the thought of his adorable Chris wanting to blow him was the cause for his unexpected ejaculation.
But the amazing part was that his rich cream spurted directly into Janet's face! From point-blank range.
But, Janet remained cool, despite the sperm running down both cheeks. "Quick, Chris! Suck it! Quick!" she cried.
Janet pushed the back of her head onto the spitting tool. Fortunately, Chris had her mouth open. One suck-stroke and her mouth was filled with his come. She liked the taste, so bittersweet and exotic. And she said so after sucking Charlie's balls dry.
"Well, if you really do like it," Jan replied, "you're more than welcome to lick my face!" Chris tossed the idea around in her mind. Then she took Janet up on it--to Charlie's continuing amazement Chris hungrily slurped the cream up, kissing her mouth from time to time, and gulped down every last bit of it.
Later, Charlie and Chris came to the conclusion that they had been having most of the fun and Janet deserved some special treatment. Despite her disclaimers, they insisted. She would only argue so long!
Consequently, Janet soon was spread-eagled on her back on the bed. Charlie and Chris each Frenched on of her tits. Then he went down on her, crazily whipping her cunt with his strong tongue, while Chris mouthed her tits and nibbled at her neck.
"Share, Charlie, share," Chris admonished him. She wanted to do some cunt-eating herself!
While Chris mealed her pussy, Charlie slid his commendable hard-on around and through Janet's huge tits. At her urging, he straddled her head and drove his tool into her horny mouth.
Janet erupted into a stormy climax less than a minute later. As she came, Chris kept sucking and swallowing.. .and didn't even stop when the flow waned. In no time, her enthusiastic tongue and lips were building Jan toward yet another release.
Prior to that, however, some changes were made: Charlie powered his dick up her cunt and fucked like a bull in heat. When Janet came, he quickly pulled out and Chris sucked on her creaming cunt!
That was enough for her. Realizing this, Chris capitalized on it by cramming his rigid cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down for a frantic couple of minutes. Then his boiling sperm spit into her mouth, which had already been caressed by the taste of Janet's cunt which had been coated on his tool. Chris worked like an expert, sliding her fingers and lips tightly up and down his softening hose and catching the yield on her tongue.
Charlie was sure the .transformation in Chris was real, no matter how unlikely the bizarre methods seemed. Like Chris, he felt a new sense of well-being. She shed a few tears of happiness upon hearing this. Then the three pulled up the covers and drifted off to sleep.. . all in the one bed.
The next morning, Janet exchanged her final goodbyes with Charlie and Chris. The parting was painful--oh, how she could have stayed for days!
But Mexico beckoned. With a last wave, she floored the gas pedal and sped south.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet put on her left turn-signal, braked, and drove off the main road. The bumpy dirt path took her a few hundred yards to its end, a sort of parking lot. There was an old jalopy, a pickup truck, and, beside it-WAS IT?-Yes, a Volkswagen camper!
She seemed to have made it at last. Though she was alone, Janet shouted, "Yippie," as she parked next to the camper.
For the first time since she'd left Chris and
Charlie four days ago, Jan had found good fortune. The roads due south had been all right, but when she headed for the Pacific coast, one nightmare followed another: it was hot and dusty; the roads were bad and often without signs; she had run out of gas; she had been lost more times than she could count; the accommodations were dingy and the food made her sick.
But now, having wound through the hills and reached her destination, Janet could disregard all those hassles.
She got out of the car. Not a soul in sight. She could smell and hear the ocean. She walked in that direction. Soon she was standing on a chff above sand dunes gazing out at the beautiful, blue Pacific. She breathed deeply-fresh air at last!
She spied a person walking along the top of the dunes toward her. She waited. As the person grew larger, she could see it was a man-clad in only a tattered, red loincloth.
He stopped twenty feet from her. "What do you want?" he asked her. He was American. He didn't seem very friendly.
Janet explained who she was, who sent her, and that she was looking for "my friend, Liz Goodfellow." Upon hearing that, the man smiled, welcomed her and-most important-confirmed that Liz was there.
