Sexual deprivation is the strongest forerunner to sexual perversion possible. The idea that a person, like a young widow, can be good by avoiding sex, is a sad comment on the standards of modern society. Deprivation proves nothing. It creates frustration and dissatisfaction. It limits the individual's right to a very particular and personal kind of pleasure.
No matter how the case for sexual deprivation is presented, usually it is a matter of a person satisfying his or her own sexual needs on a regular basis who is telling somebody else that they don't need and shouldn't have sex.
In this book, which explores the lengths a lonely woman, or a frustrated woman, or a neglected woman, will go to be sexually satisfied, the sheer size of the problem of sexuality in America is explored. Sex for most people is a natural act in the context of their lives. Deprivation is an unnatural act.
It is the creation of an unnatural condition which ultimately leads to perversion. And as this book demonstrates, once there, it is hard to turn back.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"You aren't hard, are you?" Dora Masters asked as she handed back the stainless steel flask. She stole a glance at the smooth-shaven face of Dave Thomas. She had met him an hour before in the bar of the sprawling truck stop in the fringe of the Idaho mountains.
He didn't answer until he had taken a swig of the brandy. "What?"
"You aren't hard, are you?" the petite honey blonde repeated, her straight-forward talk having an exhilarating, sensual effect between her legs.
"Hard-up," the tall, heavy-set salesman of matchbook advertising, bar and cafe napkins and novelties said tersely, stretching his long legs against the floorboards of the black Chrysler with the backseat cluttered with samples.
"Dora, you come on fast and strong," Dave smiled tentatively. "Don't tell me you're just a tease?"
Before answering, Dora peered at the massive, log structure a couple of hundred feet away. She let her gaze swing through the windshield toward the melodious flow of the Payette River fifty feet in front and below them. "Not a tease, Dave. So, you're hard-up-but not haaaaaard?"
With trembling fingers, he uncapped the flask again and offered it. Dora refused. She heard him swallow, but her eyes were on the tented mound of his suit pants. "That's terrif," she breathed, scooting toward him. "My husband-died a year ago-was either modest or ashamed of what he had. You aren't ashamed of how you're hung, are you? Anyway, it's the way a man uses it, not how much he has."
Dave nodded dumbly, quivered as she laid a small, dainty hand on his heavy right thigh. "God, I've known a few ladies who come on like you-but none as pretty."
Dora laughed musically, her hand caressing up and down his leg, fingertips inquiring tauntingly toward the husky mound. "I don't want you hard-yet," she crooned, her breath quickening. "Like I said about my husband-he never would let me."
"Let you what?" Dave groaned, tensing in the seat.
"Let me play with him," she answered easily. "Like, I've always been intrigued with the idea of--I'll show you. Okay?"
Dave nodded silently as she turned in the seat, both of her hands slithering to the fly of his pants.
The zipper slid smoothly. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have it get ready in my mouth."
"Oh, Jesus," Dave breathed as one of her hands scooped into his shorts, cool fingers touching the curve of his plump peter. "I thought we were going to your place. You said you had a place near here."
"About four miles," Dora murmured, prying his still limp meat out of his pants. "Don't worry about anyone coming by," she assured, squinting quickly at the darkening canyon. "Aaah, looks nice. Just don't get hard-fast-like," she breathed heavily.
Dave moaned as she cradled the stump of flesh in both hands. "Why don't you push your pants and shorts down to your feet?" she purred, eyes avid on his ripe dick.
He glanced furtively around the empty parking lot and picnic area. "God, why not? But if a damned sheriff comes by . . . ? "
"Don't worry about it," Dora encouraged, clinging to his hot dick as he shoved his clothing down. "Go ahead, take them all the way off. In a little bit, we'll drive to my house. No one will see us-me-, Dave."
Clumsily, he gathered up his pants and shorts and rolled them, put them behind the seat. "Gooooooooood," Dora wheezed, using the fingers of both hands to roll back the thick foreskin. "Don't get hard," she admonished. "Do that in my mouth. Okay?"
"Maybe I can't get it up," he gasped as her soft fingers stroked the thick skin up and down his thick, pliable tusk.
"Just lean back and let Dora have her way," the flushed blonde said huskily, leaning to lower her face toward his hairy crotch. She hauled the skin back over the corona and licked at the pear-shaped glans. Dave groaned and his body heaved at the touch of her tongue on the end of his cock.
"Uuuuuuummmmm," Dora sighed, taking the ripe fruit into her mouth, nibbling behind the thick ridge. She squirmed on the seat, letting her tongue feed the glob of hot, raw meat into her throat. Her tongue traveled up and down the underside, along the sides, feeling the responsive tremblings of his organ.
She sucked voraciously, swallowing to encourage the big bulb into her gullet. She tasted the flavor of soap from his morning shower at the motel in Cascade, several miles north. But the flavor she savored most was his musky, sweet-salt maleness.
Her eyes blinked rapidly as his swelling began to glut her mouth and throat. As his prick began to grow rigid, she was inclined to retreat from the steady growth that was bloating into her throat. She breathed shakily through her nose and pressed her forehead to his heaving groin.
His prick began stretching her jaws and lips and was sliding slowly into her stuffed gullet. Magnificent, she thought dreamily, focusing all her senses on what she was doing and the exhilarating experience of having a man's prick getting ready to fuck while in her face.
Her body was trembling as he laid a heavy hand on her bottom. "Want me to finger-fuck you or anything? he panted.
Dora shook her head on his mouth-spindling prick. She did rotate her butt, encouraging him to rub the cheeks through her walking shorts. She choked briefly as her throat absorbed her fully erect pecker. Maybe eight inches, she calculated.
I haven't sucked a cock this big since Daddy's, she mused dreamily, setting her tongue to work like a wild snake around the deeply penetrating shaft. As his fingers rubbed at the deep cleavage between her breasts, she worked a hand behind him and lifted his balls with the other. He read her intention and lifted himself slightly so s e could get her hand far into the crack of his ass.
He gasped plaintively as she sucked hard on his fully extended cock and she pressed a finger against his hair-fringed anus. She twisted her face back and forth to goad his massive sex-appendage and he shuddered, relaxing just enough to let her intrude a finger into his hot, tight rectum.
Dave's insides coiled and writhed as she squirmed her finger inside him and sucked cock with passionate intensity. "I'm gonna cum off in your mouth, Dora," he whined, his butt joggling as he punched his prick at her engulfing mouth.
She nodded her assent and bobbed her head, mouth-fucking him in small, vacuuming strokes. She gripped his heavy gonads and rolled them back and forth in their hairy sac. Go, she thought. I mean, CUM!
He got a hand under her breast and began twiddling a nipple as his palm captured a hot, hard tittie through the thin halter she wore. His hard meat quivered in his lips and she caved in her cheeks to mouth-love his expanding prong. She felt his pump being primed and hauled in a deep breath, the air sort of whistling into her narrowed nares.
It seemed the first gush of cum was so strong it would tear out her throat and surely blasted all the way into her stomach.
His hot, thick jizz seemed to stick to the walls of her gullet and Dora swallowed at his monstrous prick, trying to get it and his rich cream to go all the way down. Each time she thought he was about finished, he unleashed another heavenly explosion of cum.
Dave's prick was slimy with her saliva and she wished she had waited until they got to her house back in a ways, on the slope of the mountain overlooking the river. It would be lubricated for a smooth plunge into her hungry pussy. She finger-loved his balls and fingered around in his convulsing asshole as he slowly sprayed out his lust in her throat.
Reluctantly, her vision returning, she backed her lips off his quivering cock and licked a slight trickle of jizz from the immense knob. "Fantastic," she sighed, the hand leaving his balls to milk out the last droplet of his male syrup.
At last, she straightened, patted his ample genitals lovingly. "You can do more when we get to my place, can't you, Dave?"
"Lead the way," he groaned, turning in the seat.
"Oh, forget your pants," Dora admonished, sliding away and opening the door. "That's my station wagon right over there. You just follow me across the bridge, up the highway about a mile, then onto a side road. No one will see you. And you'll be all ready to make love when we get to my house. No one can see us. I go around the place naked all the time, except when the workmen were there."
She slammed the door and swaggered toward her car.
It was deep dusk when Dora parked at the rear of the house. She left plenty of room and Dave swung his car in beside her Ford. "Come on," she called cheerfully, leading the way to the back door. "Bring your pants-it gets chilly in the mountains, even in summer at night. And the electrician and plumber are due back tomorrow to finish. I have lights, but the electric heat hasn't been connected."
She didn't wait for him, but went to the kitchen and mixed two drinks without asking if he wanted one. Hearing the back door close, she called, "I bought this land and had the house moved in after my husband died. We can build a fire in the fireplace and make it cozy enough."
Dora handed him a glass and sauntered ahead of him into the high-ceilinged living room. "Welcome to Dora's domicile." She stooped to put a match to the fire already laid in the fireplace. Dora's sex haven, she mused. Dora's cock-sucker's delight; Dora's queer refuge.
She straightened, set her glass on the mantle of native stone and slowly removed her halter, letting her sun-bronzed, opulent breasts bob free.
"Lord," Dave breathed, eyes bulging as she deftly stepped out of her shorts and panties, turned back and forth, letting him goggle her nakedness, "I'm not criticizing, but what turns women into . . . "
"Nymphos," Dora supplied with a tight smile, her hands lifting her sassy boobies and tweaking the copper-toned tips. "Maybe I'm a sex fiend or a nympho or just depraved. Why am I so hot and bothered and aggressive? You wouldn't be interested. Maybe I got this way one night in a Portland alley. Maybe my daddy taught me."
She laughed at his confused expression, took down her glass and swaggered toward him. "Throw your pants on that table, take off your coat and shirt." When he hesitated, she seized his thick, puffy peter and led him across the room.
Dora clung to his cock, squeezing and stroking it while he removed his shirt. "Can you get hard by yourself-or do you want me to jack you off? If that doesn't work," she added, eyes twinkling, "I could go down on you again and blow-job you some more. Except the next time, I want you to blast your cannon in my cunny while you're fucking me fast as you can."
Dave nodded, a big hand resting on her bare shoulder as he swigged at his drink. "This is going to be a nice place," he muttered, the hand slipping to her jutting tittie.
"Yet," Dora agreed, sliding back the thick skin that barely covered the plum on the end of his dong. "A regular sex heaven. Isolated, yet handy. Not many miles to Boise or anything. A perfect place to get laid or make it with a gal."
His hand tightened on her luscious breast. "You make it with women, too?"
"I'm not opposed," Dora shook her blonde tresses, jacking him off methodically, reveling in the sensation of a husky cock growing long and thick in her hand. "Not that I object, but I don't think I'll have to suck you off again to get your prick ready."
"Not hardly," Dave moaned, his body weaving in coital fashion as she stroked his cock expertly and smiled winsomely into his tense face.
"Where do you want to fuck?" Dora blew him a kiss. "We could do it standing up, but you're so tall, I couldn't get any action into it-with my feet two feet off the floor. But I would be sure of one thing, having all your marvelous prick buried up my pussy."
She milked clear honey from the big slit in the tip of his prick and rubbed and smeared it over the smooth-skinned apple. She stepped close to him and rubbed the head of his prick around on her beHy, held it firmly against her navel.
He finished his drink and set the glass on the table beside his clothes. She set her glass with his and leaned to him, her lips puckering and sucking around one of his male nipples.
Her passion exploded violently, inner flames flashing like those in the fireplace. "Oh, Jesus Christ, Dave! Take me. Fuck me now! Be a man and take me. Any way you want! Just ram your fabulous prick into me!"
Both of her hands seized his giant sex-trunk and milked it in long, demanding caresses. She sighed with anticipation as he bent and hefted her naked body into his long arms. She hugged his neck, pressing her titties to him as he carried her across the room, lowered her to the carpet before the fireplace.
"Oooooohhhh, yesssssssss," she breathed sibilantly as her golden body was stretched out. Immediately, as he hovered over her, she swept her legs high, hands on the backs of her thighs, knees fanned wide, giving him easy access to her upward-tilted crotch.
Her tiny, itching little asshole twitched and pooched as he knelt in her prepared saddle, his thick torso spreading her thighs 'I'll her pelvis seemed to creak. "Ooooohhh, yes, Dave, come on with your big prick." Delicious sensations of erotic delight pulsed through her as he used the fingers of both hands to press apart the passion-puffed outer petals of her pussy.
He held her pussy lips in a wide smile with the fingers of one hand while he bent the point of his sex-harpoon at her long, narrow, gleaming gash. Her hips bucked as he made contact, plowing the knob of his cock up and down her lust-greased rut.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeekkkkkkkeeeessssss," she squealed, shaking and rotating her bottom as he pushed at her with his long, thick axle. Her breath caught as he hunched his cock at her hot, tight hole.
"Huuuuuurrrrrrrrry," she pleaded, eyes rolling as he popped his plum into her cherry basket. Her mouth watered and her lips contorted as her lower body trembled with his slow, steady penetration. "Sock the cock to me," she whined, feeling the twin fires consuming her-one lashing at his invading faggot, the other roaring out of control in her bowels.
Dora rolled back on her shoulders, got her legs looped over his shoulders so that her snatch was presented to him without obstruction. She reached between them and stretched her cunt lips apart, fingertips tickling his inward gouging cock. "Your daddy screwed you?" Dave grunted, wrestling his body between her helpless legs.
"Yaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," Dora gulped, "long time ago-caught me screwing schoolmates in his camp trailer. Not as good as you're giving me now," she whimpered, delighting in the way his massive cock was stretching her insides.
"What about your mother?" Dave breathed, on his elbows, his hands folded over her lolling boobies.
"Shit-after awhile she would sit on her chair sewing, watching from time to time and talking like nothing was going on," Dora panted, her legs levering on his muscular shoulders to lift her snatch onto his impaling prick. "Crazy," Dave offered.
"Sure," Dora agreed, feeling his coarse pubic mesh beginning to mingle with the spun gold of her muff. "But that was okay. Daddy was good with his prick and Mother never did give him all the hot pussy he needed. It worked out all the way around."
Dora cringed as he gave her a sudden, two-inch lunge at the fat head of his cock deepened her sex-well. His groin mashed her little Venus pillow and she milked her sphincters around his grotesquely huge cock-barrel.
He kept his hands working on her hard titties and her torrid twat milked away at his male teat. He lowered his chest and she had to turn her face away to avoid being smothered by the hair that carpeted his body.
"After my blow-job, how long can you fuck me before you cum again?" she queried softly.
"You 'bout sucked me dry-just name it," Dave laughed.
Her nerves tingled and she shimmied into a minor orgasm as he withdrew about half of his prick. "About a hundred hours," she moaned, gritting her teeth with ecstasy, her vision blurring as he pumped his massive prick back into her gripping pussy.
Dora's climax blazed into full bloom as he thumped his cock into her cunt with several rapid pumps. "May not take that many hours," she sighed tremulously, a million stars exploding in her head and a volcano erupting like Vesuvius in her snatch.
"Before you leave, I wish I could lay your sausage on a chopping block and keep it with me for future use," she whimpered.
"I'll be back through in about three months," Dave chuckled.
"Don't come right up," Dora groaned, rolling her ass to rotate her pussy on his plunging prick. "Drop me a post card three or four days before and I'll meet you at the truck stop. I want to have any fuckers I may have here cleared out for you-us."
Her cunt squished succulently around his pumping, pounding, plunging prick. She crossed her curvy calves around his neck to draw them closer and their sweaty bellies smacked wetly as he fed prick to her famished pussy a mile-a-minute.
"You fuck a girl really good," Dora said. "Does your wife like it?"
"Yeah and eating pussies with her bridge club in Spokane, too," Dave gasped, driving his cock up her, ruthlessly.
Tentatively, Dora sneaked a hand between their toiling bodies to see if his roaring prick was creating a welt in her stuffed tummy. "I never tried it with a girl-yet," she said, tone a soft lament. "Does she like sucking cocks?"
Dave paused, peering into her face. "She started when she was six-on a little boy of four. Graduated to a kid eleven when she was seven, to another of fifteen when she was eight, to her own father when she was nine, blew the whole football team in her hometown when she was a freshman and went down on half the faculty for fun and grades when she was in college-men and women professors."
"Heavenly," Dora sighed as their bodies settled into the rhythm of one as they began fucking with greater industry.
"Her greatest achievement was blowing our bank manager three times a week for a month for the down payment on our house," Dave said in a muffled tone as he began shaking his bottom to ream her undulating pussy.
"How does she find girls to do it with?" Dora cried shrilly, bounding into a new orgasm, lofting her sweaty twat to his drilling prick.
"Asks them, I guess," Dave huffed, their bellies smacking his cock deeply into her succulent cavern.
His great prick plowed soggily in and out of her, goring her cunt soundly. "She loves corn-holing, too," Dave grimaced as his prick flew in and out of Dora's squirmy pussy.
With regret, she felt his rocket starting to ignite, but-she made her ass fly on his pistoning prick. The gush of his potent, thick jizz splattered her cuntal cavern on the inward stroke and he pushed his hose all the way into her gripping snatch.
She began whimpering with ecstasy as he poured his cum into her ravenous pussy, giving her little short, erratic pumps. Then he welded his body to hers as he drained out the last spurts of his thick jizz in her coiling cunt.
"If I didn't have to get to Boise, I'd stay the night and eat your pussy for you," Dave said, slightly apologetic as he slid his slippery dick from her aching body.
"It's all right," she groaned, dislodging her legs from around his neck. "The electrician and plumber will be here again about daylight."
She used a dish towel to dry his wet prick and sweaty balls as he dressed. "You will drop me a card your next time through?"
"Maybe bring my wife to eat your hair-pie," he grinned, filling his flask from her bottle of rye.
After Dave had driven away in the star-filled mountain night, Dora mixed herself a fresh drink, replenished the fire and squatted on the floor where she had been so delectably diddled to savor the experience and reminisce.
Everything she had told him about being the way she was was the truth. Maybe no shrink would understand the alley and her daddy, but she didn't care. One thing she did know: She like it. And she had found out, with Dave, it was so easy. Pick out the partner she wanted and get him.
And that night a few years ago in Portland had started her to live . . .
CHAPTER TWO
Instinctively, Dora knew what was going to happen to her as the huge man plucked her from the sidewalk and wrestled her into the depths of the dark Portland, Oregon, alley. Her cries were muffled by his huge hand clamped over her face and she was held firmly against him by a hand on her tummy.
"Hush your squeaking," he ordered tersely. "I've been watching you wiggle your little butt up and down the street for a couple of years and decided you're ripe. If I don't pluck your cherry, some kid from school will."
He carried her as easily as she carried the sack with the dozen eggs and loaf of bread. "Noooo . . . Please?" she whimpered as he took the sack from her numb hands and set it on top of a garbage can. She struggled only ineffectually as he stretched her out on the oily surface of the alley.
She pushed feebly at the hand up under her dress and cried softly. "Please, don't," she begged as his groping hand found the waistband of her undies. "Don't tear my panties," she sobbed as he pulled strongly, stretching and breaking the elastic.
Dora wondered how she could fix them so her mother wouldn't know. The flimsy silk slithered off over the curve of her butt and sailed to her ankles. "Don't tear my clothes," she mumbled under his hand, trying to see the hulk of man looming above her.
"Don't do this to me," she gasped, hearing the harsh skip of his pants zipper. She could smell the warm, earthy sweat of him and tried to lie flat as a board. But he pushed her legs up and bowed her knees wide.
"Yeah? You been beggin' for cockin' and didn't know what you wanted," he chuckled lewdly.
Her body buckled and bucked as his hard hand palmed her pelvis and a bony finger prodded into her virginal grove. "Aaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh," she gurgled when he punched into her dainty orifice.
"Right! A cherry," he gloated, slouching forward between her tortured young thighs. "You could get hurt worse than I will hurt you," he panted, the fingers of the hand spreading her firm, ripe pussy lips.
"Lots of girls get deflowered like the guys were using swords instead of cocks," he muttered, his hand covering her face.
Dora cringed as a hot, hard, wet knob wobbled back and forth from thigh to thigh, then dipped into her tiny furrow, "Please, Oooooohhhhh, God," she whimpered, feeling the wad of his clothing around his knees against her bare bottom.
His heat was as scalding as a hot poker, dabbling into her small rut, exploring, seeking, finding her small entry. His breath was musky with wine in her face. "Aaaaiiiieeee," she squeaked as he thrust, driving at her, punching the huge bulb of his dingus at her opening.
Her feet kicked defenselessly as he humped crudely and the head of his cock was pinched by her tightness as it invaded her frail body.
"Baby, you gotta be fifteen, maybe sixteen," he groaned, his butt shaking and hunching his massive cock into her.
"Fourteen," she panted, astonished by her rational mind.
"Not enough cunt fuzz for any more than that," he grunted, hoisting more of his cock into her quivering little pussy.
Dora started to scream insanely, but the sound was cut off by the hand over her mouth. She felt rather than heard the rending of her virgin-fruit. The sensation of a hot flush made her feel faint and she just knew he had ripped her flesh.
Her feet lifted involuntarily and she tried to flatten out her legs, but his heavy torso kept her split wide open for him to rivet his monstrous cock into her tingling, scalding cunny.
His lewd business bored into her relentlessly, stretching her insides, reaming out her terror-shrunken vagina. Her anal passage ached and burned as his massive sausage skewered her deeper and deeper.
She was only numbly aware of his full penetration, feeling the grittiness of his pubic bush against her immature female mound. He rotated his pelvis, prying and levering his grotesque meat around inside her. She felt bloated and ruined.
Until he retreated from her-and she ached with dread at the strange sensation of emptiness. Her hands flailed at his featureless face, then fanned the air as he plunged his cock back up her narrow cunny tract.
He pumped it in and out of her, slowly, and Dora felt the hurt of a pebble under her left shoulder. She wriggled away from it, setting her body into action around his goring stem.
"Yeah, Baby," he gasped, punching cock to her aching cunny frantically. "Tight as hell, but nice and hot and wet. Damned good fuckin'. "
While one hand remained clamped over her face, the other slid under her bottom and lifted her crotch into a curving out to match the angle of his delving cock. She could smell the pungent aroma of sex, a heady perfume in the quiet, dark confines of the filthy alley.
She felt detached, muscularly, as he lifted her snatch to take the inward thrust of his prick, let it sag away as he withdrew. But her inner senses were becoming aroused to the wanton inward thumping her cunt was taking from his long, thick pole of flesh.
As he clutched her to his impaling, thrusting cock, her clothes crowded about her waist and Dora tried to push them down over her exposed nudity. Then she gave up as he hammered his cock to her with a relentless, lustful fury.
Dully, she heard her cries of panic turn to a pleading, whining exhortation for him to hurry, hurry, hurry. She had no conception of what she wanted him to hurry and do. But her body was afire where he was punching into her. She was vaguely aware her body was bending and undulating under his inward pummeling. His hand on her body's seat was like a firebrand as he manipulated her young femaleness to his carnal greed.
And she was exulting in the dreamy flesh-against-flesh meshing and grating. "Huuuuuuurrrrrrry faster," she moaned as he took his hand away and grasped her fine, thin flanks.
"You betcha, Baby," he agreed, throwing cock into her a mile a minute. "You like gettin' your cunny fucked, don't you? I know it and I knew it-the way you wiggled your fanny and pretended you didn't see men oglin' you when the wind tossed your dress tail."
One of her sandals feel off and bounced off his laboring left shoulder. There was a numbness where the pebble grated into her flesh. But she didn't care anymore. There was a sweet transition from terror to a delight of fulfillment as he filled her tiny snatch full of fuck-meat.
She dazedly recalled hearing her mother and father panting and gasping and moaning in their bedroom. At the time, she only speculated on what they were doing. Now she knew.
"Come on," she groaned, trying to shake her trim bottom to his flying torpedo of sex. "Hurry, willya?" Even when he slammed deeply into her, she tried to maintain the rhythm of sliding her pussy back and forth on his massive dong.
She actually wept with regret when he gored her deep and flooded her insides with scalding gushes of his released passion.
"You gonna come to the store again tomorrow night?" he hissed, his hands now pummeling the little gourds of her breasts.
"Maybe," she sighed. "Why?"
"I'll be waitin' right around here to give you another lesson in fuckin'. "
She keened her senses to his slow withdrawal, heard him rustling in the sack with the loaf of bread and dozen eggs. She squinted in the dark resentfully as he slipped the head of his cock out of her flooded cunt.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeeee," she wheezed, feeling his poking at her tender gash.
"Tell your ma the store shorted you," he chuckled, corking his flood of jizz in her with one of the eggs from the carton.
Dora strolled away from the old house she had had moved to the twenty acres she bought overlooking the Payette River. Her friends in Caldwell had worried for nearly a year since her husband was killed in a trucking accident that she was cracking up.
She turned in the cluster of pines and stared back where the plumber and electrician were finishing their work.
At first, she had thought they were concerned that she was just "running through" the insurance money. But they had half-accepted her explanation that Phil had always wanted a place like this.
"Some fibs don't hurt anyone," she smiled ruefully, swinging her arms at the pale blue of the early summer sky. Well, she wasn't rich, but she owned this place and the house in town. That mortgage was paid off through the insurance policy they had included when they bought the house off Dearborn Street.
"But I'm free," she sang softly into the fluttering breeze. "I can indulge my thoughts and fancies and dreams all I want."
Her recent thoughts tormented and warmed her and she strode out onto a huge rock the size of a railroad car and sank down in the warmth of the Idaho sun.
"Maybe I am going nuts or have been wacky since that goddamned night," she whispered, the sound of her voice lost in the gurgle-ripple of the Payette River south of Cascade. "Obsessed with sex-loving cock in me-my two mouths and my rear end. Oh, God? Am I looney?"
She squirmed on the "loaf-of-bread" boulder and squinted against the sun glare from the great placid pool across from her. "But, by damn, I am free-to do as I please. I think."
Dora huddled within herself, shivered slightly. Then she laughed with subdued joyousness. "I guess they have a right to think I'm cracking." She laughed with greater glee as she remembered the stunned expressions on the faces of her friends when she suggested, a week ago, that they should share with her-everything-even their husbands.
"What would be terribly wrong about screwing their husbands? Or Nicky? Or that weirdo kid, Herbie?" she pouted, her voice gaining tempo and volume as she squirmed so the heel of a shoe dug delectably into her well-cushioned cunny.
"My husband wouldn't mind if I took on his kid brother," she added sulkily.
Her crotch became extremely hot and she scooted onto the hardness of her shoe to increase the pressure against the swollen lips of her vulva.
"I want Nicky," she pouted. "Any man-but not the plumber and electrician at the house," she continued. "But that guy in the alley who got my cherry-He was a MAN!"
Dora left the sack with the loaf of bread and eggs on the counter near her mother who was working over a skillet of fried chicken at the GE and sauntered into the bathroom.
She lifted her dress tail, the two toilet lids and got up on the bowl with both feet. She craned her neck to watch as she made a grunt deep in her insides. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhh," she sighed as the egg squished from her swollen pussy, into the toilet.
Fascinated, she watched the stringy syrup of a man's stinger drip from her dilated snatch.
'The damned supermarket," her mother cursed. "First they short people on bacon and sugar and coffee-now an eleven-to-a-dozen on eggs."
"Yeah?" Dora called dully, both hands pressing the hot lips of her pussy as she strained to drain her sex cavern of thick cum. "I'll tell 'em tomorrow-night?-about it. Okay?" She wiped her crotch with a piece of toilet paper, drew up her misshapen panties and dropped her dress tail.
She yanked the handle, watched the egg swim, picked it up and let it fall to break, the yolk and white swirling with the male secretion. Then she strolled from the bathroom, avoiding her mother's eyes.
"You fell down or something," her mother scowled, dropping the spatula and meat fork beside a skillet of stewing fried potatoes.
"Or something," Dora agreed indifferently, tolerating her mother's hands on her, brushing away the lint and dust and putrid oil residue of the alley. "Yeah I fell down. On a short cut."
"A shame," her mother lamented, returning with the meat fork to turn the chicken pieces. "A new dress, too. And I bet you're wearing the new panties with the truffles across the front and back and the pink heart-Hhhhhhaaaaa-near your marriage place."
"Mooooooother," Dora cajoled, turning to make a salad.
"Open the can of crab meat, Dear," her mother said with obvious redundancy as Dora had the can in the electric opener. "Don't ever get the crabs, Honey; they make all your hair fall outHhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa. You got any hair yet to fall out?"
Dora squinched her thighs together over her embarrassed straddle If you knew!
"Your father wouldn't mind checking that part of you, Dory," her mother nodded knowingly. "But I hope to keep him interested in me for awhile yet." She plopped an over-ripe pickle next to the salad bowl. "You father likes this dill-shit. I won't eat much-don't mix it too good, will--won't you?"
"Will I go the supermarket tomorrow night, Mother?" Dora asked abstractly.
"Nope! Not here. Moving. Your dad called and a van will be there after supper. He's transferred to Boise. You-Hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-know where that is? West of the Bronx, Dear."
Moving! Why hadn't someone told her! And she wouldn't get near the alley tomorrow night! Ever again! Slowly, a pleasurable warmth soothed her mind and seemed to squish in her up-between-the-legs. No trauma! No resentment or regrets about that monster in the alley. To live? Yesssss!
Dora stretched pleasurably on the flat-topped rock, the sun like a giant, warm hand on her body, caressing bare legs below the walking shorts, the span of skin between the waistband and the narrow halter that kept her opulent breasts confined.
She scooted forward and peered at her clear reflection in the quiet pool on the downstream side of the rock. She pushed a thick tress of blonde hair back on her forehead and smiled broadly, even white teeth smiling back from the still water.
In the distance, she heard motors cranking up and turned to peer back up at the old house, half-shrouded by the whispering pines. The electrician and plumber were leaving.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh," Dora sighed, squirming into her back. Lazily, she undid the two buttons of the halter between her bulging breasts and opened it wide to expose the creamy mounds to the brassy sun. "Yaaaaaahhhhhhh, Nicky," she moaned, thinking he would be coming into Caldwell on the bus from Seattle the next day. To spend a whole month. "A ripe, healthy sixteen years of age," she purred, unbuttoning the fly of the faded denim shorts and spreading it open. She squirmed on the rock, pushing the shorts down to her knees so the sun could glint in the profuse golden fleece across her prominent mound.
I'll get him, have him-in me all the way to his young balls," she whined, fingers combing through her pubic wool and tracing the thick shielding pussy lips.
Shortly after her father had gotten them settled in Boise, he purchased a travel trailer which he parked in the backyard. It would sleep six. But, vaguely in Dora's mind, was the idea of sleeping only two. Herself and a boy from down the street she had met in school.
After some persuasive cajoling, her dad ran a drop cord from the carport to provide electricity and she was allowed to sleep in the trailer on weekends. It was a year later, when Dora was a few months past fifteen that her dad crept out and found her making it with the third boy to visit the trailer.
"Get your clothes on and get your ass out of here," he snapped tersely.
Dora cowered under a blanket to shield her nakedness from his flinty eyes, fearful as he slammed the door and moved ominously into the trailer. "You been gettin' laid for a long time now, haven't you?" he challenged her, seeming huge to her in his pajamas and wool robe.
When she didn't answer, he moved to the edge of the bed and yanked the protective blanket from her and stood glaring at her nakedness. She tried to cover herself with arms and hands.
"Don't feel too bad," he growled, "I waited to let him finish in you. You better sit on the potty for awhile, or you're gonna have jizz spots all over your bed."
Dora fled into the little cubicle with the chemical toilet, squatted and let the boy's passion residue drip from her hot, tingling cunny. She could hear her father stalking back and forth in the small trailer, wishing he would go on back to the house. But how she dreaded the thought that he would tell her mother.
Finally, she stood, listening anxiously. "Daddy? Did you go back to the house?"
"Come on out here," he commanded.
"But I got no clothes on," she complained, opening the door a crack.
"You don't need any," he retorted. "Get your hot little ass out here."
"Please, Daddy?" Tears sprang to her eyes and a chill mingled with the flushed heat of erotic emotions. But she opened the door and pranced nude to the bed, flinging herself on it and pulling at the blanket.
Timidly, she turned her face to peer at his accusing eyes, dismayed when she noticed he had taken off his robe. And his pajama top. No one could have overlooked the massive bulge in his pj pants. Very huge.
"No, Daddy! Not you-not us-not with me? Please?"
As he stalked her, she could see tufts of red hair escaping through the fly of his pajamas and a wet spot at the end of his arousal. She expected him to slap her with his big, meaty hand as he loomed over her.
But all he did was brace his hands on his hips and push his middle at her. "You like cock and getting screwed so much, I'll find out if you're any good at it."
She trembled violently as her gaze cringed from his stern face to his tented crotch. "God, no," she protested weakly.
"Bullshit," he breathed harshly. "Get your hands in there and find out what you're going to get, Baby." He put his knees against the edge of the bed and arched his business at her. "Or I'll beat your slutty little ass 'I'll you can't sit."
Still, she wouldn't reach. And she gasped painfully as he brusquely parted the snaps of his pajamas and let the pants fall to the floor.
"Oooooohhhh, my God," Dora wept with despair as she gawked at the monstrous hunk of meat, the pair of balls in their fleshy gondola and the great swatch of pubic hair. A faint squeak escaped her white lips as he tugged the blanket from her and topped onto the bed with her.
One of her hands slapped feebly at his head as he caught the tip of one of her saucy melons and sucked hard, as if he would bring blood. She tried to kick, but there is no way feet can repel a hand latched onto a crotch. A finger swam through her hot, wet furrow and gouged deep in her vagina.
"Oh, Jesus," she whimpered, thighs quivering as his long, experienced finger danced in and out of her coiling pussy. In a moment, there was a flash of fire blazing in her insides. And Dora knew her father had stabbed a second finger into her rectum. She cried out incoherently as the two fingers held her impaled, pinched against the narrow partition between her two holes.
Her feet flailed helplessly against the steady in-and-out diddling of his fingers. Muscles in her thighs twitched and she pinched the buns of her butt against his fist. But he continued fingering her while his mouth moved from one ripe chest tomato to the other.
She writhed as he moved his body against her, pressing the long, torrid stem of his maleness into her narrow flank. "Mooooooother," she whinnied softly, dimly aware her knees were folding and fanning out. "Myyyyyyyy God," she wailed, realizing her straddle was rocking up and down against his marauding hand.
The seeping head of his huge cock was getting her side and the left side of her tummy all wet with a stickiness. Her skin seemed alive as he rubbed it against her, a dry-fucking. Her feet crept higher until her heels pressed into the gently lurching loaves of her butt.
She squealed uncontrollably as his thumb wedged into her tight little groove and tickled the dainty thorn of her womanhood. "Baby, you got a tight, hot, wet cunt," he said gruffly, blowing his hot breath on an aching, tumescent nipple.
All she could do was stare at him expectantly as he moved up over her; adjusting his lanky body between her parted thighs. "Aim it for us," he said flatly, his fingers coming out of her twat and asshole with soft, moist "pops".
"I don't mind taking seconds when the heifer is young and pretty and hot-tight," her father grunted. "Get you hands down there and point me in you."
The empty ache in her body was almost unbearable. She fumbled between them, his thick bush harsh and bristly to her touch. "Ah-ah-ah-ah," she sighed, her fingers encountering his full erect stump. Her instincts were to push it away, but her fingers curled around the massive wand of torrid flesh, massaging and peeling the thick foreskin back behind the immense flange of the head.
He moved his hips and she deduced what he wanted, so she began masturbating him slowly, fingers clamping into the thick, blood-veined barrel. As he shuffled into her saddle, she bent his rod down, held it steady. Her ass bucked when the blunt knob swabbed into her steamy gash.
She writhed under him, adjusting the angle of his penis. Muscles in her legs tensed expectantly as she held the great head against the fluttery entry between her out-angled thighs. Even though she was fearful, her ass bucked upward as he made a couple of tentative thrusts.
Her asshole ached with a delicious burning from his diligent finger and her vagina pulsated with anticipation of his stretching invasion. She actually wiggled her bottom as he pressed the large lump of meat at her opening. She up-thumped her crotch.
"Push harder," she breathed, heart thudding as the rasping knob squeezed inside her body. She thought she heard a creaking of bones and a squishing as the head bobbed into her quivering cunny.
Dora out-strained her muscles and a sigh came like a whisper as she felt his massive staff beginning to slide into her quaking cunt. Her hand explored around his spear and she tickled the tips of her fingers against his sagging nuts.
She arched her young cunt to his thrust. "We won't tell Mom anything, will we?" she whispered solemnly, her inner muscles beginning to grip his invading cock. "Sweet and big," she cooed, sweat springing to her lithe, young body as he punched his prick deeper and deeper into her aching, eager pussy.
"How long you been fuckin'? " her father panted, prying his invading cock back and forth to loosen her up slightly to accommodate his monster.
"Couple of years," she replied, shaking and rotating her ass to ease his steady penetration. "Got it the last night in Portland-in a dark alley. Just love it, Daddy. And you make me feel so good-yours is so huge and hard. Push in fast and make me fly."
"We won't tell your mother we fuck," he agreed, lodging the last of his nine inches of lustful cock in her sex-well. "Just our secret. We'll fuck Friday and Saturday and after church on Sunday. That oughta take care of our screwin' for the rest of the week."
"Won't Mom want your nice, big prick?" Dora moaned, up-shaking her butt to capture all of him on his inward thrusts.
"She gets the business whenever she wants it," her dad nodded. "I think I got enough for both my girls."
As he thudded his massive prick far into her snatch, Dora giggled. "You shore have lots for me, Daddy. Can you give it in me with real fat, fast and long punches?"
He slammed it to her, his balls bouncing off her asshole.
He humped her with abandon and she curled her ankles over his laboring butt, taking the full length of his rapacious cock into her clutching cunt. "I'm gonna fly," she wheezed, shaking and rolling her crotch to his thumping prick. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming with joy as she exploded into a tempestuous climax.
"Fuck fast, Daddy; fuck me fast and jizz-cum me!"
She hurtled her naked body at him so furiously, it shook the little travel trailer and his massive meat thudded through her gripping snatch. His jizz hit her like a bolt of white lightning and she yelled out then, her legs capturing his tossing body.
He blasted his cum into her and squalled with painful ecstasy as he poured her young body full of thick, pearly delight.
CHAPTER THREE
Dora writhed sensuously on the big, sunbathed rock, sighing in torment as her fingers combed through the spun gold of her bush and spread her puffy labia. "Ooooohhhh, God," she murmured, toying with her fully distended clit and tinkering with the fluttery entrance to her vagina.
"I'm not going to masturbate," she whined, toeing off the shorts and dislodging the halter so she squirmed in full nakedness. Her tummy heaved as delectably tormenting sensations writhed in her in-sides.
Her eyes stared dreamily at the pale blue sky, dully remembering she had carried on the affair for three years until he was transferred to Denver. But that had been all right because she and Phil were married a few days before he and her mother departed.
"Phil was a good diddler-but not as good as
Daddy," she moaned a finger dabbing far into her viscous pussy. "The last time was kind of embarrassing, though, until he got me wound up.. . . "
He watched her leave Phil's car and stroll up the walk. Mother was in the kitchen, preparing the evening meal. As soon as she was in the house, her dad pulled the drapes across the front picture window of the living room.
"How was stenographering today, Honey?" he asked, striding to the small bar at one side of the room. "Did you get any dick-tation?"
"Daaaaddy," she chided him, taking a drink to her mother.
"Thank you, Honey," her mother had said, then laughed her coarse "Haaaaaaaaannnnh" at her father's lewd implication.
"Baby," her dad said, circling her narrow waist with a long arm as she started past him, "why don't we get it on before supper-time is running out on our fun. And in a few days you'll be all wedded and Phil will be getting full attention of your hot little cunny."
"Hush, Daddy," she whispered, nodding her head at her mother who could peer over the serving bar at them.
"Oh, hell, Mother has known about my visits to the old trailer and later to your bedroom for the past two years," he chuckled, his hand rubbing her belly, then moving up to fondle her firm, jutting breasts. "Right, Mother?"
"Haaaaaaaaanh!" she almost brayed. "You got time-the roast isn't near done yet. Just enjoy yourselves while I toss a salad and put it in the fridge."
Her skin crawled as her father continued playing with her boobies while he removed her blouse. "I don't feel right, Daddy," she whispered in mewling protest. But she let him take off her bra and trembled as he planted hot, wet kisses on her rapidly expanding nipples. "This isn't doing right by Phil," she breathed, her free hand curled around his neck, holding his face to her flushed and tingling titties.
"He'll never know," her father breathed, unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He pushed the half-slip and panties down her long legs and she danced gently so her garments tumbled to the floor and she stepped out of them.
She spread her feet wide so his finger could spring expertly into her wet little cove. "Ahahahahahahahah," she sighed, her round young fanny rotating to squirm her aching cunny on his stabbing finger.
"On the daveno," her father whispered on a tumescent tittie-tip.
"You got about half an hour," her mother called, prowling into the living room with her glass. "Need some help, you dirty old man?" she muttered, opening her husband's pants and taking his stiffening wand from his gaping shorts.
"Unbutton my shirt, Baby," he said, springing the snaps of his shorts so his wife could peel his clothes down his long, hairy legs.
Dora helped him shed his shirt and stood nervously rubbing his hairy chest, trembling uneasily as her mother pranced about them, patted her bare fanny and stroked her back lovingly. "Your old man really gets his stallion up and long and hard, doesn't he, Dora?"
She handed her mother the empty glass as her father lifted her with an arm around her waist and strode to the daveno to lay her out on her back. She frowned as her mother took a chair with an apparent lack of concern and picked up a pillow case she was embroidering for her hope chest.
As her mother only looked up occasionally, Dora spread her legs to receive her nude father. But he eased his lean butt onto the daveno near her head, brushed her short-cropped blonde hair.
Dora squinted questioningly into his solemn face as her fingers groped for his fully erect penis. As she stroked it slowly, she asked, "You want me to do that? Aren't you full-ready now?"
"Yeah, I know," he agreed, "but you know how I like it, sweet-Baby. Go down on me a little bit before we ride off into the sunset."
"You two better not take too long," her mother said conversationally, "because supper will be on the table in about twenty or thirty minutes."
Dora, with her dad's assistance, squirmed onto her tummy, let him wedge his hands under and over her flushed breasts. She braced herself on her elbows and let him work his crotch around to her face. With a quick look at her mother, she peeled the foreskin far back from the gleaming glans and flicked her tongue up the underside and across the fat crown of the head of his cock.
"Uuuuummmmm," she purred, sucking her lips behind the thick ridge of the corona. She squirmed with pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded her hot, firm boobies, making her trim young ass undulate as if she were screwing a cock hidden under her.
She held his massive prick in both hands at the base and slowly, delectably sank her face on his long, thick spike of flesh. As she swizzled her tongue around the tender shaft, her father groaned and rolled her stinging nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
She tried to take the monstrous head into her throat and stifled a gagging sensation. As much as she had sucked his cock, she had never been able to devour the entire length of his male organ. She gasped loudly and sucked lasciviously, mouth-fucking four or five inches of his prick, feeling the muscles in the barrel quiver and tense.
"Don't cum in my mouth," she mumbled, just the head of his prick tucked into one cheek.
"Shouldn't talk with your mouth full, Honey," her mother twitted her, re-threading her needle.
Dora nodded and slowly slid her face down on his fully expanded sperm-pumper. She glug-glugged with pleasure as he took one hand from her breasts and began patting and petting her rounded bottom.
His fingers sliding back and forth in the tight crevice between the creamy twin mounds always brought her out to the full and her cunny began silent growling for his big meat to chew on.
She held his fat prick between her jaws as he worked around to get head-on with her, on his knees. Still bracing herself on her elbows, she held his hanging balls and waited for him to start fucking her suctioning mouth. "Don't jizz my mouth," she muttered, licking the head and taking a deep breath as he slowly, gently pistoned his prick as far as she could accept it into her throat.
His big nuts were heavy and bloated in her palms as she held them firmly, letting him use her wet mouth with his hot, vibrating cock. You jizz my face, she thought, and I'll pull every hair on t of your bag, one at a time.
She slurped and swallowed noisily as his pipe began secreting a sticky oil. As her own passion mounted, she squirmed with impatience to be flopped over so she could get her pussy popped.
Suddenly, she reached a peak of passion and couldn't wait any longer. She squirmed to sit up and kissed his mouth. "Oooooohhh, God, Daddy, do me now! Do it to me-right now."
"Okay, Baby," he grinned, "get on your back and get your legs open for it."
Obediently, she flopped onto her back, flung her legs high and far apart. "Hurry," she pleaded, stealing a quick look at her mother who had paused in her sewing and watched as the tall, well-hung man slumped between her milky-white thighs.
Dora seized his massive cock and aimed it into her slot, against her painfully wanton hole. "Give me a big, full plunge, Daddy. Fuck it into me all the way the first stab. Pleeeeeeease?"
He chuckled softly, his hands holding her flanks, locked against the flare of her young hips. He lifted her bottom and hunched roughly, driving his dong to the balls in her supple body.
"Baby, I'm gonna miss fucking you when we leave and after you get knotted with Phil," he panted as her eyes rolled while she concentrated on the heavenly tumult in her pussy.
Her hands folded over her tingling breasts and she teased the tiny pink berries as her dad began riding his thick stump in and out of her vacillating twat. "Mom, bring a towel or something so we don't get jizz all over the daveno when daddy shoots his cum in me."
As he rapidly snocked his cock into her gripping snatch, he grunted, "If Phil can't give you all the humpin' you crave, you just trot your hot little ass down to Denver and I'll fix it up. Huh, Mother?"
"Yes, dear," her mother replied absently, with no more concern in her voice than if she was agreeing to a change of channels on the TV set.
"Don't gab," Dora pleaded, shaking her ass and trying to swivel her pussy around on his plundering spine of meat, "just concentrate on giving me a good screwing so I can cum good. After all," she chided her laboring father-lover, "it was you who got me undressed as soon as I walked in the door. Now, concentrate on fucking your cock to me."
Her pussy lips wrapped around his plunging prick and held their combined juices inside her clutching sex-well. "I think I could have a minor cum right now," she panted, again rotating her punctured crotch on his thickening prick.
"Blast away, Baby," her father gasped, making his fat cock drill her faster and faster. As his lust heightened, a hand slid under her to cup her tossing bottom and the other arm encircled her neck, looped around her neck to grasp one of her jostling titties.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee, God, Father, I'm gonna cum," she shrieked as erotic throes began twinging inside her.
Dazzling lights exploded behind her pinched-shut eyelids and cannon fire raged deep between her upraised thighs. His plunging prick seemed to increase in length and girth as he drummed the meat into her.
"Don't yell so loud," her mother admonished, rising and setting aside her embroidery as she approached. "Utterly beautiful," she sighed, a hand cupping and holding her husband's swaying balls and the other petting his heaving ass as his prick stabbed relentlessly in and out of the prone girl's pulsating pussy.
Dora's eyes rolled wildly, almost unseeing as her body ached for deeper delving. "Please hurry up," she whined, her ass hoisting to the rampantly thrusting cock.
The flood of jizz hit her with his cock just inside her retching pussy and he followed the erratic spurt far inside her twat, plastering the pinching walls and depths.
Sweat filmed their bodies and trickled stingingly into Dora's open eyes. The squishy sounds of his cock pumping cum into her cunt was loud and sodden in the still room. She sniffed hungrily at the heady aroma created by hot cunt and spewing cock.
She tried to wrap her legs around his quivering ass as he shoved deep into her to finish draining his passion. His chest crushed her firm, rubbery titties into meaty pancakes. Dora hugged her daddy in a frenzied release of depraved love.
"Your dad's cum can drain on his shirt," she said. "It's ready for the wash, anyway. Hurry up now; I'm going to set supper on the table."
Moving naked through the shadows of the pines and sunny splashes of the open, Dora approached the house, leaving the happy tinkle of the Payette River behind her. She circled to the back door, glancing at her Ford station wagon. She would stay the night, drive to Caldwell in the morning to renew "what's going on" talk with Selma next door and Nancy directly across the alley. Then she would go to the bus depot and pick up Nicky.
"He's got to be a big kid now," she mused, walking slowly through the restored house. "I hope he's big between the legs, too; and I won't have any problem seducing him."
She permitted passing thoughts of Dave Thomas and the night before-was almost tempted to get dressed and go to the truck stop to see if anything-anyone-appetizing was unoccupied in the bar.
Dora stretched in the warmth of the electric heat and peered down the river at some people setting up camp on public land. The remembered conversation with Dave stimulated her, almost started her juices to flowing, her batteries putting out erotic sparks.
"No," she murmured, "I have to go to Caldwell in the morning and get Nicky-and maybe Selma's hubby and Nancy's." She giggled softly. "I wonder how Selma and Nancy would react if I invited them to bed?" Her heart bounded happily. "Fuck Heaven is what I could call this place. How about Cock Roost? Pussy Retreat? How about hanging out a sign? Cocks' sucked for free. Pecker blower lives here. Male flute-tooter abides within. Hair-pie for dessert."
Impatient for tomorrow, she went to bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
At the time Dora left for Caldwell, Selma Bowen and Nancy Kinkaid were sitting in the Bowen house, next door to the Master's house, drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes.
"What was your reaction to Dora's comment about our sharing our men with her?" the dark-haired Nancy smiled. "Do you think she was serious? Going ding-a-ling?"
The tawny-haired Selma glanced away. "I don't know for sure, but did you look at her face, Nan? No expression at all-except for those glittering blue eyes. When I mentioned it to Deke.. . . "
"I told Cal, too," Nancy interrupted.
"He just sort of whistled through his teeth and wouldn't look at me right away," Selma continued. "All the time she talked about it, I had a very uncomfortable sensation, hot flashes. Right in the seat of my pants."
"What would you do if she tried it with Deke?" Nancy asked softly. "Cal asked me what I thought he should do if she tried to put the make on him."
"What did you tell him?"
"Crap! If she wants his noodle in her pot bad enough, I told him to go ahead and put his pump in her well," Nancy said scornfully.
"I didn't tell Deke not to, but I sort of hinted that if he did-knowing Dora and how she's coming out of it after losing Phil-I wouldn't chase him into the doghouse."
Selma twisted in her chair to gain the coffee pot to refill their cups. "In truth, Nan, Dora's brazen suggestion steams me up inside."
"You mean the temptation of getting some strange stuff-as Dora put it so blandly-perks up your hormones?" Nancy laughed. She hushed when Selma's face remained calm, determined. "By golly, I believe you would."
"I've thought about it. And before Dora mentioned getting at Deke, too," Selma sniffed. She tossed her mane of well-brushed hair indifferently as if dismissing the subject. "She should about have her hideaway fixed up-according to the card I got yesterday."
"I wonder if she will be upset that Nicky has been delayed?" Nancy said casually. "She's been keyed up for a month, waiting for him."
"I've noticed," Selma said, "that same glitter in her eyes when she talks about him as when she brought it up sharing our husbands with her."
"Ah ha," Nancy snorted. "Do you think she would?"
"I would, if I had the chance," Selma said loftily.
"He's just a kid," Nancy remonstrated, slapping Selma's hand chidingly.
"Pooh," Selma rebutted. "His swim trunks last summer at the Masters' pool told me he's plenty grownup."
"And no telling what will take place when Dora takes him to her place in the hills," Nancy nodded. Then she said softly, thoughtfully, "I wonder what it would be like to have a youngster-inexperienced but eager."
Selma laughed musically. "Ain't we a pair of bawdy bitches?"
"Oh, shit," Nancy sighed wistfully, "I don't know. Just let it go as a naughty thought. The kid would probably run scared as all hell. I'm gonna wait and observe just who our hot little Dora invites to her hidden retreat."
"How do you know Nicky is delayed?" Selma returned to Nancy's previous comment.
"I had a call from Dora's mother-in-law-Nick's mom. She told me to tell Dora. Tell her a long letter is in the mail. But she told me-it could make for an interesting scene for Dora-that Nicky could stay the summer, even longer if Dora needed him. Just as long as Nicky went to school."
Selma whistled softly, squirmed in her chair. "How come?"
"It seems Nick's pop got laid off at Boeing and they're short and it would ease their situation if Nick could get his board and room and school expenses though Dora," Nancy said.
"Bet he will get more than just a high school education," Selma said cattilly.
"Maybe she won't be too upset," Nancy said. "He should be in Caldwell Friday."
"That's only a couple of days from now." Selma nodded.
It's terrible, Dora thought, stowing two six packs of beer in a Styrofoam cooler with two bottles of wine at the small service station general store at the cutoff that would take her through the Emmett Valley to enter Caldwell from the northeast, how a piece of ass doesn't last me longer than a couple of days.
Before starting the engine, she opened a can of beer. Then she wheeled the station wagon along the narrow highway that followed the Payette River into Black Canyon Reservoir. The hot summer wind whipped in and out of all the lowered windows, but the only cooling she felt was the cold can snuggled into the crotch of her shorts.
"Hot-assed me," she moaned. "I think I'll just go right out and get laid by Cal Kinkaid at his restaurant-bar or Deke Bowen."
As the wagon swept around a curve, her foot went to the brake as her gaze fastened on a disconsolate figure sitting on a suitcase in the middle of the heat and nowhere. She came to a stop some seventy-five feet from the unmoving figure. She squinted and read lettering on the side of the suitcase: Merced, Cal.
Her eyes swept the bleak landscape of the canyon, seeking trouble. Others who might be hidden, waiting for an unsuspecting motorist. The odd-appearing person looked up briefly, then his eyes went back to the ground between his feet. Odd? His head was clean-shaven. His? It had to be a man. The T-shirt evinced no female lumps.
Carefully, heart thudding, she crept forward, stopped beside him. "You're on a mighty lonely road to California," she said tensely.
He stood, peered at her tentatively. "I know," he replied, picking up the suitcase, putting it back on the gravel of the shoulder of the road.
"I'm going to Caldwell," Dora ventured. "I will take you that far. But don't try any rape-stuff or anything like that.. . . "
His smile, in a wan face, was sad, melancholy. "You don't need to worry." As he tossed the suitcase into the back of the vehicle and got in, he added bitterly. "I make it only with guys-that's why I'm going to enroll in a Bible school or enlist in a monastery or something."
Dora had the car in motion. "Whaaaaaaaat?"
"I'm gay; queer-something like that," the young man said, a frail hand rubbing a handkerchief over his shaved head.
"Whew," Dora breathed.
"It's really hot in Idaho this time of year," the man offered, staring from the passenger window.
"Thirsty?" Dora mumbled. "There's beer and wine in the ice chest."
When he hesitated, she added, "Well, you aren't queer about a cold beer, are you?" In spite of herself, contempt crept into her voice. "Have a beer. You think religion or a monastery is going to solve your problems?"
He shrugged, guzzling half the beer.
"You like it, going down on guys?" she goaded.
"You can let me out," he said with the first show of emotion that fringed on hostility.
"Ah, come on," Dora relented, "finish that bottle and have another. But I would like you to answer my question."
"I don't like it particularly-oh, with some guys, I do," he said. "But that's not the main problem; I just can't make it with a girl."
"Explain?" Dora asked softly, intrigue tugging at her insides.
"I can't get it on-or up-for a girl. I make it fine with a guy.. . . "
"You mean-you-can't-get a-hard-on?" Dora said slowly, yet boldly.
He opened a fresh beer and nodded. "I'm ashamed and miserable. I figure the Church or something is the only solution."
"Pooh," Dora said, her right hand patting his left thigh before she could think or restrain herself. "You aren't the only one with sexual problems. I have two friends in Caldwell," she fabricated easily, "who make it with each other and their husbands suffer. I guess they are romping on top of every woman they can get to lie down." Selma and Nancy would kill her. "And I have my hang-ups," she manufactured more lie, "I can't make it with anyone."
His head came up. "Really?"
Dora nodded sagely. "It's really sad. Why did you shave your head? Shame? Penitence or something? Phooey."
"I shaved off all my body hair," the man said defiantly.
"Around your . . . " Dora inhaled quickly, an excitement quickening her pulse, ". . . genitals?"
The man gulped at the second beer while he nodded.
"You mean, you can't get a hard-on?" Dora whispered loudly, a carnal churning beginning in her loins. "We are about in the same fix-I can't get enthused with anyone-not even a member of the same sex. At least, you have that."
"It's terrible," the young man said dismally.
Delicately, Dora let her hand rest on his left thigh. "We're really two of a kind in a way." She drove a mile or so in silence, eyes scanning the canyon. Looking for a place to turn off the road, a secret place. "Maybe you could help me-and I could help you."
"How?"
"You've had experience with men-maybe you could explain to me what and how a man likes sex?"
She held her breath, hoping he didn't bolt when she parked in a cluster of runty trees, behind some forbidding rocks.
But he didn't run and she turned in the car seat to face him. "You help me-and I'll help you," she tried a smile to soften his anguished expression.
"How, oh, God," he groaned.
"Doesn't a woman-without any clothes-stimulate you at all?" she ventured, very slowly undoing the well-stuffed halter. His eyes flashed to her briefly as she pulled it away, leaving her pink-tipped breasts exposed to his view. She got up in the seat on her knees and lowered her shorts and panties . . . took them off and sat back in the seat under the wheel.
"I just can't get-hot-either," she lied. Her cunt was roasting between her creamy thighs. "What does a man do that gets you-bothered-that a woman doesn't? I'm serious. If you tell me that, maybe I can help you."
She was pleased that she had his full attention and his pale eyes were roaming over her nudity. She patted the lump in the crotch of his slacks. He tensed, then relaxed-warily. Then she decided to take a bold tack. "Come on, take off your clothes and we'll try to help each other." He didn't move, not even when she undid his belt. She rubbed his left leg as she unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers and opened his fly.
With some effort, she pushed his pants to his knees and patted his leg. Her heart bumped and there was an aching pain of want in her throat. "Take off your pants and shorts," she encouraged softly, confidentially. "What does it matter? We won't ever see each other again." She unsnapped his shorts and he pushed them and his pants to his ankles.
Dora pushed away his shielding hands as tears of misery seeped from his pinched eyes. "I'm depraved and ugly and no good," he wept, letting her push his hands away.
Her hand rubbed up and down his long thigh and she felt muscles flutter under her palm. But his penis didn't respond at all.
"You aren't ugly-you're lovely," she sighed, fingertips rubbing along the top of his limp peter. "You're sure you can't get a hard-on?" She knew her face was burning. He shook his head and tensed as she cupped a hand over his limber organ. "What does a guy like best from another guy?" she asked softly. Dora felt a spell of dizziness as her fingers toyed with his cock and balls.
"Guys Wow-job and corn-hole," he said tersely, his legs fanning open as she shoveled both hands into his crotch.
Sort of right up my alley, Dora thought, caressing his limp, hot, sweaty meat, lifting it to peel back the foreskin from the aromatic glans. All except taking a husky cock up the butt. Not a tendril of hair around his cock or across his belly. Her vision glazed as she stared at his unadorned manhood.
Dora's body was warm beyond the heat of the summer day. She wondered whether her eagerness to be at him was betrayed by her short breathing, nervous fingers despite her desire to appear reluctant and timid.
The length of his peter seemed unduly relaxed and limp as it sagged over her fist. She stroked the thick, smooth skin up and down, pursing it over the savory fruit. It seemed obscenely long without the normal flounce of hair around its root.
She leaned over him, her face at reading distance from the rubbery organ. "I don't know whether I can help you or not," she murmured, silently sniffing the male muskiness that emanated from his prick. She tried to imagine his member at full erection with a man going down on it or his heaving it with abandon and depravity into a man's ass. Like some of the pictures in books and magazines she had secretly purchased in Pocatello that time she and Phil had gone to Denver to see her mother and dad.
The vision of two guys making out sent carnal thrills rippling through her tummy, juices bubbling in her cunny. "Anyway, just lean back," she whispered. He obeyed, splayed his knees far apart, spread his feet to the limit allowed by the clothing around his feet. "Have you ever let a woman try to make you ready?"
His crying was soft, muffled, grief-laden. "Once," he choked. "She got me about ready, then it went all soft when I tried to put it in."
"Put it in?" Dora groaned. "You mean in her front, like normal?" The tingling of her tumescent clit was about to drive her mad. She glanced at his taut expression and he nodded. She tried to keep her tone casual, clinical. But her guts tightened painfully about what she was on the verge of proposing. "Did you ever consider starting it in herlike you would with a man-in her rear-then slipping it into her front after you got to going good."
"No," he said dully.
"That just might be a suggestion," she said, trying to sound cheerful and confident. Apparently her suggestion was having some effect on him because she detected quivering in his cool meat.
Ever so gently, she squeezed down on his peter and nuts with both hands. Could she go through with it, if she succeeded in fully arousing him. If his prick was as big as even the limpness hinted, could she stand to be corn-holed?
Slowly, she pressed her fist-full of cock to his groin, watching the dark glans seem to crawl out of the thick foreskin. "Nothing?" she whispered, unable to get any volume to her voice. She lifted the long hunk of meat up straight, stroking the skin firmly back and forth on the limp tube, exposing the tender morsel on the end, sort of milking it.
"Don't you feel a thing?" she groaned, disconcerted that she might not be able to manipulate him. "Doesn't my hand feel good on your-penis? Close your eyes and pretend it's a man's hand on your cock."
He nodded, lifted his feet and let her move his clothes over his shoes. A thought occurred to her and she let his meat fall between his spread thighs. Tm going to get out and come around to your side; you just lie out across the seat."
She shuffled around the front of the car and opened the passenger door and he was already lying in the seat, feet up on the seat, knees fanned far apart. Dora's breathing almost stopped as she stared at the beauty of his dangling balls, downward folded hunk of meat. He seemed all but asleep and she paused long enough to strip.
As she moved her body between his legs, she rubbed his hairless balls and dappled her fingers over his heavy cock and firm gonads. "Just make believe I am a guy about to make love to you," she whispered, resting her hot, hard titties on the edge of the seat as she lifted his genitals, began massaging them.
Holding his pecker as if it were a big bat, she squeezed and kneaded. "Now, just concentrate," she chided, taking a deep breath and jacking him off with increasing vigor. "You can get hard," she said, querulously. Her masturbation became a rapid flogging motion and she blew her hot breath on the tip of his pecker as a droplet of moisture seeped from the red slot.
She was encouraged when his dong trembled in her twin fists. "I know it can be done; that I can do it," she panted. "I can get your cock hard, if you'll concentrate, pretend I am a guy about to go down on you and give you a wonderful blow-job."
Dora bent her face to within inches of the glans, ran the skin far back to expose the coronal ridge. Her fingers squeezed, forcing blood into the head so that it expanded to a delectable tight smoothness. She blew her breath on it. "Doesn't that feel good and sexy to you?" She kept her voice deep and husky, trying to emulate a man.
His body shuddered in response. She blew her breath again, lips puckered to force it out in a small stream. "You can do it," she praised, "let it get nice and long and hard like your boyfriends like it."
She smacked a little kiss on the tip of the head and felt a heartening lurch all along the shaft that now had more than a hint of starch in it. "We can get your prick nice and hard," she panted softly. She kissed it again with a loud smack, lips open and she could taste his male flavor.
"Uuuummmmmm?" she purred, her tongue flicking with increasing boldness across the fully exposed head of his cock. Impulsively, she formed her full lips behind the corona and sucked lustily.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" the man yelped, his butt bucking upward at her lustfully sucking mouth. Rapidly, Dora began to forget everything but the glorious sensation of his peter responding to her hot lips and swizzling tongue. His ass hunched as she sucked mightily on his growing organ. His plaintive squeal of erotic pleasure was like orchestral music to her ears. It thundered and rang in her ears as his thighs pressed in against her head.
She wanted to praise him, but she had an immense glob of sex-meat crammed in her mouth, her teeth raking his tender flesh as she began to mouth-fuck him with slow, tantalizing strokes. The nap of the car seat was rasping her hard tittie tips and she felt her own juices flowing down the insides of her creamy thighs.
For a second, she wondered what she would do if some man walked up just then, saw her in the proper position and was inclined to tip a cock into her asshole. Strangely, the idea didn't distress her at all. In fact, she spread her legs and relaxed her anal muscles as if preparing to accept a massive jolt of stud-meat in her rectum.
Dora used her tongue, making it undulate like a crawling snake as she ministered to his rapidly swelling cock with her lips and indrawn cheeks. She pressed into his crotch with the weight of her body to force his thick meat deep into her mouth, the sweet bulb into her throat.
"Uuuuummmmmm-yuuuuuummmmm," she glugged with satisfaction through her nose as nerves tingled all along the barrel of his cock. She swallowed his cock until the light stubble on his groin scratched her forehead. She paused to rest, slurping her tongue around his cock that seemed hard as cast iron.
Her mouth was so full of mammoth prick she had difficulty using her tongue on it and her mouth was stretched and her jaws ached. Very deliberately she. began bobbing her head up and down on his giant erection. As she mouth-fucked him with long strokes, she sucked as hard as she could on the out-stroke on his ripe plum.
If he likes it with a man, she mused, her mouth alive and wild on his quivering member, he would like and expect to get it, too. She slid her hands under his balls, finger delving into the crack of his ass. She found his anal pucker and it relaxed on contact.
She went 'way down on him at the same time she inserted the middle fingers of both hands in his anus. "Aaaaarrggghhh," he groaned as she began working her fingers in him as her mouth flew up and down on his enormous prick.
Dora had the hypnotic sensation that each time she plunged her mouth down on his cock the head was stabbing into her stomach. His middle began buckling up and down and she just didn't believe he could go soft now, not until he copulated a great flood of jizz.
She sensed he was about to reach a point beyond which he couldn't endure-and would hose his cum into her gullet. Violent shudders rumbled through her pelvic region, further stimulating the flow of her own hot juices. Her legs trembled weakly. It wasn't that she minded taking his cannon blast in her mouth-it was just that she needed it elsewhere, even if it was in her ass canal.
Tentatively, she slipped her fingers from his scalding bowels and eased back on his shivering cock. She continued to flagellate his cock as she crawled into the car, atop him. "Keep thinking how nice it is," she cooed, adjusting the angle of his prick and quickly sinking her cunt smack down on his rock-hard dong. Her vaginal muscles quivered around the massive penetration and she was just about to initiate her first coital action when she detected a definite shriveling of his delectable flesh.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhheeeeeeee," she quailed in anguish and frustration as her sex-starved snatch contracted around his cock that was slowly retreating from its length and girth to an object of incompetence and impotence. "Don't let your marvelous prick go soft," she wailed.
He was struggling beneath her, trying to worm away from her enveloping pussy. "That's a pussy around my peter," he cried in near-hysteria. "Get your pussy off my peter."
Dora quickly lifted her body, let his cunt-wet cock plop onto his heaving belly. She lifted it in both hands and began jacking him off, thumbs caressing the slick knob. For a minute, she thought she was continuing to lose the battle, but finally his sex-wedge re-captured its former length and hardness.
But her pussy churned turbulently, disappointed and cheated from its helping of male meat. "What can I do for you?" Dora sobbed, her hands working over his meaty bludgeon. "Would it work all right in my-asshole?" she implored, giving no thought to the possibility it might hurt her rectum like hell.
"I-don't-know," he whimpered.
"Got to have it," Dora frowned. "You hold your nice, big prick upright and steady," she charged, getting his hands around the base of his magnificent hard-on. "Hold it firm now."
Satisfied he would comply, she palmed her cheeks and stretched the dimple of her anal ring as far as she possibly could. She squirmed her bottom to get his hot knob against her blazing anal entry. She sat on it slowly, firmly, increasing the pressure, determined to impale her guts on his long spear.
For a moment depraved, lascivious doubts flooded her mind. But they dissipated quickly as she felt the head of his prick being pinched and her flesh was yielding inwardly. The burning in her anus was intense, almost unbearable. Yet, she persisted, increasing the pressure by the sheer weight of her bottom. She kept the cheeks of her ass flattened out with her hands as she squirmed her back hole on his rigid member.
"Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh," she squalled in anguish as she felt the pucker string stretched painfully as it yielded to admit the ass-gorging knob. Then she rested, her tits quivering before her fuzzed vision. Sweat quickly filmed her entire body as she took more of his torturous staff up into her roiling bowels.
"One good thing about it," she hissed, "your prick is staying good and hard and long-so far. Right now, I can't figure what anybody could enjoy about being corn-holed."
With three or four inches of his cock imbedded in her butt hole, Dora paused to rest, catch her breath. But the slender, bald man under her suddenly lurched, his hips humping upward and he drove his cock to the balls into her bowels.
"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwkkkkkk, Goddamn!" Dora whinnied, her hands releasing the moons of her ass. She was about to lift off his prick through survival instinct, but his hands went to her thighs, pressed against her hips and held her fully gored on his massive, pulsating shaft.
She stared at his wide open eyes, was fearful as she scrutinized the blazing lights in them. "Whaaaaaat?" she whispered as he held her while he lurched to a sitting position.
There was a feral gurgling in his throat as he maneuvered them out of the car. She was surprised by his surging strength as he bent her backward and slowly rotated her pinioned ass on his burning prick.
Slowly he lowered her to the ground on all fours. His arms looped around her waist and he had her like a dog mounted up on a bitch. "Aaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhhh," he growled, pulling his prick out of her seven or eight inches and corn-holing it back into her bowels.
Dora whimpered in near-panic as he began sawing away at her asshole with his ruthless prick. Her face dangled to the ground and she stared at the obscene swing and sway of his heavy balls as he fucked her butt with a sort of relentless fury. His gonads slap-slapped up across her dripping vulva, agitating her distended clitoris.
As quickly as the pain came, it fled and she was enthralled by the glorious sensuality of having her asshole slam-banged full of magnificent cock.
Never had she felt such fire in her loins. And the rapid, steady drumming of his massive cock into her guts started sharp, crashing thunder deep in her asshole and her snatch.
All the while he was snorting and huffing like an animal as he poured his prick deep into her helpless, naked body. Dora exploded through a series of tumultuous orgasms as he plowed out her ass with almost brutal hunches and lunges.
Physical intuitiveness took control of her and her anal muscles squirmed and clutched insanely around his goring cock. Her pussy was now erupting as if it were being plundered by a diligently applied prick. But the greatest enchantment was taking place in her carnally enlarged butt hole. She wondered when-and hoped not for a long time--her sodomistic pleasure would finally stop. Her bowels were burning and churning as the shaved man at her rear continued pummeling her ass with his enormous cock.
He panted and gasped as he labored, each forward lunge more forceful as if he were trying to drive cock he didn't have into her quaking body. Being corn-holed is good, she mused dully, now rocking her body back and forth in tune and time to his lewd plunges.
When he finally orgasmed, his prick went wild, expanding and flooding her guts with red-hot semen. But he never missed a stroke, continuing to fuck out her asshole even as he sprayed her insides with his jizz
After it was over, he kept his cock buried in her butt, spasming and contorting, draining out the last of his lascivious pleasure in her sweat-drenched body.
"I love it, I love it," Dora said weakly, her ass muscles milking his cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
As if in a trance, Dora drove on to Caldwell, letting the silent, almost sullen man out to pick up the Interstate leading to Portland-or wherever he wanted to go, now. She didn't attempt to assess her feelings about her willing yield to sodomy-other than her insides remained aflame with pleasure.
One thought was foremost in her dazed mind and that was to pick up Nicky and return to her place in the mountains. She wasn't concerned about leaving her Caldwell home. The Bowens and Kinkaids would watch out for it, keep the lawn mowed for use of the swimming pool. And because they were friends.
She saw no evidence Nancy and Selma were home when she parked in the driveway. She let herself in and went to the telephone. No answer at either place. "They may be at Cal's club," she said aloud, taking a cold beer from the refrigerator.
"Before I forget," she said to herself. And she went to her bedroom and put the large envelope with the books and magazines she had bought in Pocatello in a suitcase in which she would pack some more of her things.
She returned to the kitchen to examine the mail Nancy had left for her on the kitchen table. "I'll make it easy for Nick to get the idea," referring to the spicy pictures in the envelope, "about how he can get to me-so I can get to him."
Dora scowled as she read the letter from her mother-in-law. Well, she wouldn't have to watch the clock to meet the bus from Seattle. Damn, she didn't want to hang around Caldwell for two days. She picked up the kitchen telephone and called Seattle.
"It isn't money," Nicky's mother said hesitantly. "It was something else." Maybe she had better let Nicky's father explain. There was a pause.
"Nicky and some other boys were in a little bit of trouble-with a girl." The male voice was heavy.
"Nicky got a girl in trouble?" Dora murmured, her heart skipping and pounding with disappointment.
"No," his father said. "They-Nicky and a couple of other boys-were mixed up with a divorcee and her young daughter." He added that Nicky had said he hadn't done it, but it looked different to the police. That's why his mother had explained in the letter about Nicky's coming down for awhile. It seemed like a good idea for him to leave the Seattle area for a year or so. If Dora could manage with him.
"Yes, I can," Dora smiled. "School will be no problem, either." Closing, she said, "If I'm not here, let Nancy Kinkaid know and she and Cal can look out for him. Just put him on the bus and send him."
Shortly after hanging up, she saw Nancy and Selma coming across the back way, around the pool. As they entered through the patio door, Nancy said, "Give us a cold beer, Dora dear. Looks like we're going to have darned teacher/school board meetings on contracts for the rest of this week and most of next. How is the mountain woman?"
"I just talked to Nicky's mother and dad," Dora said poutily. "He's not coming today."
"Friday," Nancy nodded. "His mother called me."
"Maybe not then," Dora said flatly. "It seems he and some other boys are in a little trouble with a girl and the girl's divorced mother."
"I would presume he's been screwing," Dora said lamely.
"That oughta make it easy---" Nancy said softly, casually.
Dora felt a warm flush in her cheeks, looked away as if she hadn't heard. "I'm going back to the hills right away. I was wondering if you and Cal would watch out for him and drop me a post card when he arrives and I'll come after him."
"Or someone can bring him up," Nancy said.
Dora nodded, smiled agreement. She put her address on the back of the envelope from Nickey's mother. "I have no phone up there and don't plan on one." She gave them the phone number at the truck stop. "I'll be in there every day or so and they take messages for people all over the area."
"We have to have a bite of lunch and get back to the school," Selma said.
"Well, all of you come up and see me," Dora said. "I'm going to stop and mooch a drink from Cal and I'll draw him a map. Is Deke still working for the Parks Department, Sel?"
"Part of the time. You should see him at Cal's place; he's tending bar part of the time, too," Selma said blithely.
Across town, Dora slipped into the darkened lounge, hesitated to accustom her eyes to the dimness and saw Deke at the bar with Cal who was working on some books. She stepped closer, hand half-raised to get their attention.
"All Dora has to do is wink and I'll help her out," Cal was saying.
"Selma just about the same as said she didn't give a damn if I plugged her hole," Deke kept his voice low, confidential.
"You live next door," Cal smirked.
"You live across the alley," Deke grinned. "Would Nan de-horn you if you gored the little blonde?"
Cal ignored the question. "I don't think she would be tough to lay-if she talked to our wives about it."
As Deke moved back up the bar, Dora, flushed with mixed emotions on hearing herself discussed, retreated into the small foyer of the side entrance. Those coarse bastards, she pouted.
But as her pulse quieted, she smiled. An illicit excitement sent hot flushes and sweet tingles through her mind and body. With her composure again intact, she sauntered back into the club and slid onto a stool beside Cal.
"Buy me a drink, neighbor," she smiled at him. "I'm going to draw you a map how to get to my place in the hills."
"Hunh?" Cal grunted, eyebrows lifting.
"You got some funny ideas?" she taunted him. "Well, Nancy will explain. Thanks for the drink, Deke," she said, drawing a rough map on a bar napkin. "Nicky's been delayed-Nancy knows as much about it as I do. I want someone to tote him up when he does get to Caldwell. Okay?"
Cal shrugged, patted her bare left leg just above the knee. "Somebody can bring the kid up. If he gets in before Wednesday, I can drop him by. I'm going to a tavern and bar convention in McCall Wednesday."
"You going, Deke?" Dora asked casually, wondering if he could see the sudden pulse beat in her throat.
"He's coming along, if he wants to," Cal answered for the full-bearded Deke who reacted indifferently.
"Maybe I'll see you both," Dora smiled, slipping from the stool and sauntering toward the side entrance.
When Dora parked the station wagon beside the house, the sun was not yet low enough to be screened off by the hump of mountains to the west. She shut the door, hesitated, listening to voices of those camped down the river. There wasn't even a breath of breeze to rustle the towering pines that surrounded the house and bared the sides of the mountains. The laughter and voices were muted, but carried clean and clear.
She shrugged her shoulders and marched into the house. With just a brief pause for a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, she carried the piece of luggage to her bedroom. After storing sheer lingerie in a dresser drawer, she took the envelope to the bedroom Nicky would occupy. "I'll bet his eyes will bug when he gets a glimpse of my thin undies," she giggled, carelessly strewing the lewd material in a bureau drawer.
Perched on the railing that enclosed the rough plank veranda at the front of the house, drinking her third beer, impatience grew in Dora as she listened to the raucous laughter from downriver. She could see her fence line marching up a gentle hogback some fifty yards from where the group was camped.
Without plan, Dora got another bottle of beer from the kitchen and strolled southeastward through the tall pines and scattered bitterbrush. As she approached, she heard the shrill shrieks of a woman's voice and was relieved she wouldn't walk in on a group of guys fishing or possibly swimming naked.
She paused behind a thicket, a quickening of pulse warming her as she thought about the latter. She hesitated at the crude stile at the corner of the fence, then stepped over. Her heart lurched with trepidation as she stared at the rear of the white van with a large peace sign brushed crudely across the wide, single door in blue paint.
It was licensed in Oregon. From where she stood, she saw a lean young man, clean-shaven. He lounged against the side of the van with a bottle in his hand.
Dora moved closer, keeping to tall, gnarled shrubbery. The female voice shrieked again, a commingling of pleading and laughter. "Get with it; get me going, get me going."
"Hump her, Dick," a jubilant male voice beyond Dora's vision piped.
There was a steady twinging between Dora's legs as she skirted the open area to where she could crouch behind brush and study the group. Three young men. And at least one girl.
The youth she had seen standing and the one squatting beside him wore swimming trunks. The third was naked, toiling between the Ved legs of the plump young girl on a spread blanket. She had her hands tangled in his long hair and her feet danced erotically as he plowed her sex-field. Dora could hear the hot sloshing of his cock pounding into her pussy.
An agonizing pain ripped through Dora's vagina and womb as the girl screamed as the youth slammed his body to hers. Dora's breath caught and she nearly choked as the boy suddenly raised up, his hard, wet penis spurting cum over the girl's fat belly and plump tits.
"You son of a bitch," the girl laughed, scooping up his jizz and smearing it on his bearded face with her fingers.
"You short-donged son," one of the guys jeered.
"Shut up," the kid grunted, leaning back into the girl's saddle and pushing his drizzling cock back into her gaping snatch.
Dora felt faint, yet her eyes focused, stark and clear, on the lasciviously joined pair. Her mind churned dizzily and her gash, wet and swollen and gaping, itched unbearably.
"Come on, fuuuuuuuuuck me, Honey," the girl wheedled, flopping her plump butt to his pumping prick. "You can do it! Make your pecker fly in my pussy. You can jizz me again."
Dora was unaware she had risen to her feet. For several minutes, she stood as if petrified, staring, transfixed, as the youth finally extracted his cock from the girl, wiped the wetness on her thick thighs.
"You slimy-dicked prick," the girl yelped, scrambling away, running in awkward, naked strides to dive into the sun-shimmering pool of the Payette River. With a devilish, smug grin the young man turned and caught the swim trunks one of the others tossed him. His peter dangled in an outward, half-wilted loop.
He raised his eyes and stared straight into Dora's pale face. "An audience," he smirked. "I usually charge five bucks. But as a courtesy to the lady on the hill, it's for free. Vonne, get out of the water and invite our neighbor to join us."
Dora reddened with embarrassment and humiliation. She felt her jaw sag dumbly as the fat girl clambered out of the water and slipped into a shirt far too big for her. She buttoned the shirt, slapped her recent lover's butt as she minced forward and took Dora's right wrist.
"Her beer's gone," Vonne said. "Get her a cold drink."
She accepted the sloe gin over ice, wishing and not wishing that the one youth would put on the swim trunks. Darn, she could hardly keep her eyes off his dangling genitals. Why hadn't she turned and fled? She stood with her feet together, pinching her sleek thighs against her seething crotch. She knew damned well-at least her itching, burning cunny knew. That corn-holing job didn't last me long! She frowned mentally.
"You're Dora Masters," the one called Dick said, "they told us down at the truck stop. Get a pillow for the lady to sit on," he told the little fat queen.
"I can't stay," Dora muttered, sitting on the uncased pillow, feeling a sharp quill prickle her butt through the thin shorts and shear panties. She was mildly astonished she felt no uneasiness as the four of them hovered over her.
Who, her mind fretted, has the biggest one? She could see the bared peter of one; but, the other two? She recoiled slightly as the four of them dropped to their knees before her.
She peered from face to face uncertainly, senses alive as Vonne sat back Indian-fashion on the far end of the blanket. The shirt was ballooned by her big breasts and the tail gaped over her thighs, leaving her wet bush exposed.
"Sorry you walked up and caught us and got embarrassed," Dick smiled, rubbing his smooth chin.
"It's okay," Dora said, voice just above a whisper. "I had no business-prying."
"Who am I married to tomorrow?" Vonne chirped, "I lose count."
"Bob tomorrow," Dick said, "then me on Friday. And the three of us alternate through the weekend, starting with Tom Saturday morning."
Dora decided that Tom was the naked boy, the one who had just finished his sloppy fucking of the chunky girl. Senses dulled by the drink, she surrendered her glass for a refill.
"You guys are wearing me out," the chubby girl pouted, the fingers of one hand scratching at her well-worn gash, "you've got to get another wife to share the love chores."
"You're right," Dick agreed.
"Not me!" Dora blurted, fires sparking between her legs. Her face reddened as the three guys chuckled, exchanging winks.
"No," Tom said evenly. "We travel and you wouldn't want to leave your nice house on the mountainside."
Dora swiveled her gaze from face to face, squirmed on the pillow, her recently plundered anus itching and her vulva burning with lecherous yearning.
She trembled as one of them shuffled to her left and laid a hand on her bare shoulder. She shrunk from him slightly as he touched her hair, let his fingers glide across the exposed crowns of her breasts. "But, she might be a good neighbor and help you out, Vonne," Bob said. Dora shuddered as his hand cupped and weighed her jutting tittie through the halter.
"I should go," Dora complained weakly, but she didn't move away. "No, I don't think so." Her back stiffened as Bob caressed the exposed skin of her back. "Hey!" she squeaked as his fingers slipped the buttons of the halter between her shoulders.
A brief vision of the night in the alley flitted through Dora's mind. This was going to be about the same. That huge, wine-smelling man had simply taken her without asking-and these guys were going to do the same.
She pressed her upper arms to her sides, trying to keep the halter over her feverish breasts. God, she winced mentally, that Tom's penis is starting to swell again-and he just finished a double-screw with the plump Vonne. And Dick had a huge "dick lump" in his trunks.
They all have elephant trunks between their legs! She frowned, vision blurry. "Beautiful, hot, shapely neighbor, our Dora," Bob crooned. "Can't you all smell her sexy blossom?"
"Quiiiiiiiitttttt," Dora whined as her halter was tugged away, spilling her glorious globes into the open.
All three of them are going to shove the prick to me, her mind wailed in protest. But there was no defiance between her legs. She knew her panties were getting soppy from the sex-seepage from her yawning vulva.
She sat stiff and unmoving as Bob's hands fondled her hard, upward-tilting titties. She would just have to tolerate this-this debasement, she mused, with no trace of bitterness.
"Stop," she said breathlessly as one of his hands slid down her bare tummy to palm her crotch.
"Hot, wet furnace. Steam heat in the summertime," Bob muttered, voice terse and guttural with lustful passion.
"Heeeeeeyyyy," she protested as he bent her backward onto the blanket, leaving her bottom elevated on the pillow. Her words were cut off as he trapped her mouth with his thirsting lips. His tongue dived to her tonsils and she tried to kick as she was totally denuded.
"Only word for her boobs is voluptuous," Bob gasped, his mouth gulping one, then the other. Dora screamed softly, shrilly as her legs were looped over someone's shoulders. Fingers smoothed her golden mesh, pried her nether mouth open.
"Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!" she squalled as quivering lips suctioned onto her gaping twat-trench. Her toes curled and muscles ached in her thighs as her pussy was eaten. It had to be Tom-the way crisp beard scratched the sensitive, inner planes of her tapering thighs. She spread her legs wide to escape the tickling and a tongue slithered deep into her quivering vagina.
"Succulent cunt," the voice came mumbled, as if from a great distance. "A big, red rose. It loves it. It loves it not," he chimed, nibbling at the passion-bloated inner petals of her sex-blossom. "It definitely loves it," he warbled, tonguing her clit and scooping into her agitated cunt.
"A three-way gang-bang," Vonne gloated. "Let me help you two guys get naked and ready for her."
"I don't think I should let you," Dora said helplessly. How ludicrous, she thought, not letting them. Her eyes were wide, staring into the pale blue sky and at the gently swaying tops of the pines. Then her vision was blocked and she was staring up between Dick's lean, hairy legs at his heavy balls and outward-slanting cock.
She was about to cry out for them to leave her alone, but the mouth on her pussy ignited her powder and her twat exploded, the bang-bangs thundering through her canal and thudding hollowing in her womb.
The pain in her quivering cunt was the most exquisite pleasure she could ever remember. "Who's going to fuck her first?" Vonne fretted, standing beside Dick and jacking him off, getting his already monstrous prong even bigger.
"I'm getting her snatch ready; I'll go first," Tom argued.
"Nope," Dick disputed. "You banged off three or four times in Vonne and you could fuck 'I'll midnight without blasting her cunt. I go first."
Dora felt hollow and resentful as Tom took his mouth and tongue away. She glanced at his genitals. Why couldn't he go first? He had a huge, magnificent cock. Fascinating, too; his skin had been cropped and his huge pear glistened appetizingly.
Even after he had gone, Dora's legs remained elevated, her hips hoisted into the air by the pillow. And the frenetic flames continued to burgeon in her torrid twat. She lifted her head to peer over Bob's head as he continued to slurp her tits to watch Dick kneel between her legs. He just touched her knees and she swooped her feet high and as far apart as she could get them.
"Want to put it in for me?" Dick muttered, his fingers tickling her fur, testing the plushiness of her mound, one dipping into her cove.
Dora stretched an arm. "I can't reach you. Bob's in the way," she explained, letting her arms flop out straight from her shoulders.
For a second, she was tempted to ask him to turn her over on her tummy and she would lift her bottom to him and he could do it to her like one of the pictures in one of those books or magazines in Nicky's bureau. Like that dog was giving it to that woman with the ecstatic expression in the advertisement for 8 mm movies.
But there were three of them-maybe one of them would want to give it to her dog-fashion. She wished she could watch him feed it into her, but Bob's head was in the way. A violent tremble quaked her body as he swabbed the huge bulb in her gaping trench.
"Hot cunt," Dick groaned.
Dora inhaled raggedly as she felt the searing knob planted against her throbbing entry. Wide-eyed, she stared at the tops of the trees, at Tom's massive wand being stroked by the lecherous Vonne.
Her hips scissored as her legs bent toward her head as he pushed at her. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah," she gurgled as her tight flesh yielded and she took in the head of his rigid prick.
Muscles in her thighs and calves ached as Dick hunched his buttocks, driving his cock into her cunt, an inch at a time. She could feel the crinkly walls of her vagina shaping around his inward plundering prick, sliding, sliding, sliding exquisitely along her flaming tunnel.
"Ah-ahhhhhgggggghhhhhh," she choked, her tits on fire, her asshole itching, her nervous snatch blazing. Soft sobs of insurmountable passion sifted from her open mouth as he slowly, slowly, slowly fucked his monstrous cock farther and farther into her body, inching it toward her womb.
How snug her cunt felt around his gliding prick. The inner churnings were the most heavenly sensations she had ever known. The pleasure of his relentless penetration was almost more than she could bear. Each short punch of his prick into her pussy kindled more ravaging fires in her snug cove.
She squirmed her bare ass on the pillow, feeling like a pinned butterfly. Each thrust of his stony prick sent a new cascade of pleasure flooding upward through her sweaty belly.
Dora began screaming uncontrollably, her hands pushing at Bob's face. The mouth on her tumescent tits was becoming unbearable. "Get off her boobies," Dick ordered, pushing Bob away, "and let her fuck now."
Dora winced as the head of Dick's cock plunged against the bottom of her cunt. "Thanks," she whined, her legs wobbling beside his head as he began to pour the prick to her throbbing pussy.
A flurry of electrical sensations began sparking in her cock-absorbing cunt as he pumped and pistoned into her at a mind-bombing pace. The pillow under her ass helped a lot, getting her snatch arched up to him. She just wished she could get her legs farther apart to widen the saddle for his slam-banging cock.
When he grasped her shoulders, she found he held her body in place and she was able to rock and roll her ass at his thudding prick with lewd abandon. And his hairless chest felt so good rubbing her aching, burning, tingling titties.
She had had a cunt-suck cum, but she was about to have a shattering cock-induced orgasm. "Fuck fast right now," she pleaded, shaking her ass at him with total depravity.
"Shove it in deep and fuck it around in me," she squalled frantically, her insides exploding with sexual hysteria. A sharp pain added to her ecstasy as he grated his bony groin against her love mound.
Her cock-lover muscles were vibrating like a tuning fork around his goading, goring barrel. "Cuuuuummmm in my hot pussy!" Dora screamed. "Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeyyyyyaaaaaahhhhh!" Her asshole was bulged into an obscene contortion as her cunt milked his spasming prick.
He poured her snatch full of jizz in a tumultuous eruption. And he kept his cock moving in her quivering cunt, pushing it in, easing it out a trifle, thudding it back in.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhhiiiiieeeee," Dora wailed, rocking her ass to accentuate the swizzling of his massive, vibrating prick far inside her body. Someone was holding his balls and fingers were tickling her pooehed out asshole.
Bolt after bolt of jizz-lightning crashed and thundered way up in her cunt and she felt a shattering elation, wishing his prick would never stop gushing her full of jizz, that it would remain at full hardness, that she could keep it in her snatch forever.
But it had to end and she glared resentfully at
Dick's tense face as he pulled his soppy prick from her pussy and wheeled away from her. But before she could rail at him, Bob flopped her over on her tummy, shoved her knees up against her tingling titties.
"Oooooohhhh, please," Dora whimpered. "Please?" She would have crawled away, but he was already behind her, his hands holding her flanks, against her hips. He pushed her head to the blanket so her butt was flaunted in the air.
"Her butt's been used," Bob grunted. "Yessss, by God! She's had a corn-holing-bet you today, too."
"Please, dear God!" Dora cried, feeling the knob of his prick searching in the valley between her smooth hillocks. When he hesitated with the bulb of his cock welded to her anal entry, she pushed back at him. And the words began to flow from her gaping, slack mouth. "Fuck me; fuck me; fuck me up the ass. Corn-hole my poor little butt hole. Hurry and shove all your wonderful prick into my guts." Her breath caught and her eyes bugged as he wrenched at her, snapping the thick-ridged knob into her rectum.
The pain of surprise was short-lived, fading into a delicious warmth that ebbed and flowed through her guts and her panting belly. "Spread your cheeks," Bob commanded. Instantly, she groped with her hands and pulled the firm loaves far to the side, stretching her anus as he drove his huge cock up her ass.
"It's good," Dora said affirmatively, heisting her ass at his plunges obscenely. "Corn-hole me real deep and make me have a butt hole climax," she sighed, twisting her face to one side to watch his face as he ripped his cock into her scalding bowels.
"I can't go with you, but I love cock," she whimpered, concentrating her senses on the delectable reaming of her fluttering asshole. "I'm gonna have lots of prick-fucking and corn-holing and cock-sucking," she volunteered as he rapidly sent her reeling toward a carnal orgasm, whipping and swiveling his gouging cock around in her clutching bowels.
"You like sucking a guy's cock?" Tom inquired, kneeling beside her, rubbing the head of his swollen joint in her exposed ear.
"Yes, but not right now," she replied, "let me concentrate on my good corn-holing. Go fast, Bob," she pleaded, "fuck your cock in my butt good and deep and fast-Aaaaieeeee!"
CHAPTER SIX
Dora lay on the blanket with Bob's spent cock still stuck up her ass. Her eyes followed the others as they swaggered naked around her. She took a straw and drank a full glass of sloe gin over ice. "Will your cock get real hard again so you can give me another corn-holing before I go back to my house?"
"I don't know, Dora baby," Bob said, trying to squeeze the muscles in the shaft of his prick. "I don't think so." She winced as he finally pulled his cock out of her in a soft, cork-popping sound.
"My asshole and pussy feels so good," she sighed, raising on an elbow, turning onto her side. She glanced down at her nude, used body. Her proudly sloping breasts were still swollen, the nipples turgid and tingling.
"I could take some more-fucking," she said hopefully, dully noting that evening was coming on. The aching and itching and burning were starting up again in her butt and deep in her womb. It was nearly intolerable as it spread through her loins.
Dora knew she was on the threshold of begging them to give her another turbulent round of fucking. To her, right then, nothing was more delightful than having a man's naked body loping between her legs, his horse galloping in and out of her cunt.
They had even stopped crawling over to her to tweak her nipples and play with her hot titties. She turned her eyes, pitifully, to the three young men hunkered naked beside the van, drinking beer. Vonne sat next to Tom, fondling his prick, but she wasn't doing much good, keeping it vigilant for battle.
"Nympho," one of them whispered and Dora scowled with displeasure. Was she? All she knew was that she was stripped naked and was ready and needed it.
But she didn't see a pecker with enough starch in it to give her a satisfying romp. "Tom?" she said petulantly, her eyes brimming as she stared at Fonne's hand fondling his meat. "You didn't give me your nice cock yet."
When he didn't respond, her voice turned to soft wheedling. "I've got to go back pretty soon and you folks will be moving on and we might not have another chance to have a good fuck-time."
"Tell me what you want, Dora," Tom smiled, spreading his knees so she could ogle his sagging balls as Vonne gently flogged his dong.
"I just told you," she said in a lamenting tone.
"Dora, show me how much you want and need my cock," he said.
Dora turned onto all-fours and her gaze riveted on his skinned wiener as Vonne let it sag. His balls were so symmetrical, the way they filled his smooth scrotum. And she had never seen a circumcised penis before. It looked so-tasty. And that was what he was inviting.
Her mouth worked, she flicked her tongue over dry, pale lips. "Do I have to say it all again?" she implored, taking a tentative animal approach movement. "You're just trying to humiliate me," she accused, taking another four-limbed step.
Her gaze zoomed in as he touched his genitals, lifting them from their dangle, aiming the slot in the tip of his cock at her. "You're cruel," she groaned, eyes blazing with helplessness.
"Then you don't want it?" Tom taunted, letting his cock and balls fall from his fingers.
A single sob escaped her lips and she crept toward him. "All right! All right! I do want it, Tom. I want it hard and fucked into my pussy or corn-holed up my butt. There. Okay? I said it!"
Tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"I don't have a big hard-on, Dora," he said with a feigned tone of sadness.
Dora nodded. "I know; I can see that." Then she was near enough, adjusted her weight to one arm and reached for him, between his tanned legs, right to the heart of his crotch. Her fingers curled around his soft sex and she squeezed hopefully. She scooted forward, sitting on one haunch so she could get both hands on him, gently flog his limber meat.
Unaccountably, an animal-like gurgle started in her throat, rattling in her chest as she loved his genitals. "It isn't getting fat and hard very fast," she pined, jacking him off furiously with both hands.
She glanced up into his face just briefly as he placed a hand behind her head. She didn't resist the pressure and let him bend her face into his crotch toward the delectable morsel protruding from his black bush.
"Kiss it," he said gently.
She hesitated a second, then scooted her rump forward. She held his peter up in both hands as she lowered her face, kissing the skinless glans and running the tip of her tongue behind the thick corona. Her hands squeezed the barrel demandingly. Again she kissed the head, tickled the slit with a soft "smack" sound.
Her attention was diverted for a second when Dick said, "Vonne, get under her and eat her hair-pie." Dora let Dick and Bob maneuver her body and she felt Vonne squirming her face under her. Von-ne's hands went to her thighs and pulled her snatch down to her mouth.
"Uuuuuummmm," Dora purred as lips and a tongue snuckled into her vulva. At the same time, she enveloped the head of Tom's cock with her lips. She savored the sex flavor and wallowed the meaty fruit from one cheek to the other, sucking hungrily.
Flutters in her meat encouraged her and she sucked in a full mouthful of his firm peter. She paused, just working her tongue around the pointy pear. It was thickening and she could feel it crawling into her face.
"Aaaaaawwwwwwwkkkkk," she slurped as the mouth on her pussy was bringing her out, sending her toward an inferno of pleasure. As Tom's cock continued to grow, she sucked vigorously, licking the sides and seam-side, savoring the knob.
Tentatively, she took her hands from his cock and took up his bag of nuts. Confident she had him at full erection, she began bobbing her head, taking more and more of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled in slurpy tones as she mouth-fucked him with brazen eagerness.
He hardly disturbed her as he rose slowly to his feet. Her sucking mouth followed his cock. Her eyes went to his face inquiringly as he took her face between his hands. Then she understood and concentrated on opening her throat. Imperceptibly, she nodded and he began lunging the full length of his slick prick down her gullet.
Faster and faster he fucked her in the mouth and her tongue had to swizzle furiously to keep from drooling away the fabulous spit mingled with his sticky syrup. Then the other two men were beside her, rubbing down her back, rubbing their hard cocks on her shoulders, poking the heads at her ears when Tom opened his fingers.
They were jacking off. She could see their hands flying on their cocks from the corners of her eyes.
She would bet no woman ever had so many wonderful, hard cocks around her. She sucked voraciously on the plunging, pistoning prick that was nudging her tonsils with each inward rush.
She swallowed frantically to control her slobbering. The slosh-slosh of the cock penetrating her throat was like a kind of music in her cock-poked ears. Vonne's lips and tongue had her going again and she was cumming like hellfire.
She was taking all Tom's cock with her forehead against his heaving belly. Dully, she heard him start to squall insanely as he slam-hammered his cock into her face. She ignored the hot gushes of jizz that spattered her ears and plastered her face as Tom buried his lustful cock in her throat and began flooding his thick cum into her stomach.
Dora squeezed and milked his rolling balls as he spewed out his lascivious passion in her gulping gullet. She clamped her teeth on his hard, pulsating meat when he retreated so slightly. And he dug it back into her mouth.
He patted the top of her head long after his cock stopped spraying jizz. But he left it in her mouth and let her suck and tongue it as it slowly shriveled.
Dora continued to suck his cock as the others washed her body with water from the laughing river. "Good," she crooned, her mouth devouring the dead meat, trying to goad it back for another blow-job.
Nancy took off the afternoon Monday to meet
Nicky's bus from Seattle. She stood with him as he retrieved his luggage and helped him carry the four suitcases to her car. As she slammed the trunk, she turned to face him with a smile, twinkling eyes.
"I hear tell you've been a naughty boy, Nicky," she teased, giving him the familiar shame-finger, rubbing one index finger atop the other. As he reddened and swallowed hard, shuffling on his feet, she changed the sign by O'ing the thumb and index finger of one hand and sliding her big finger on her right hand in and out of it.
"Oh, phooey," she laughed, patting his flushed cheek and hugging his neck fleetingly. "Think no more about that, Honey. You're down here now--not that I know how safe you are-and Dora has a keen place up in the mountains. I guess you know you'll be staying with her, up there or down here. She hasn't decided yet."
She gave him a swat on the lean rump and pushed him to get in the car. "You will be going up there Wednesday afternoon with Cal on his way to Mc-Call. You'll be staying at our house 'I'll then.
"I dropped Dora a card this morning after your mom called to say you would arrive today. I told her you would mow the lawn and that Selma and I had a couple of hard things in mind for you to do."
"You'll find out soon enough," Nancy laughed, "and call me Nancy or Nan. That's the way I put it in the card-Dora will know right off what I mean.
Haaaaaard things, Nick."
"Is Herbie still in the neighborhood?"
"That snoopy little creep," Nancy snorted. "And I mean snoopy creep. Once last summer I was in the bathroom, had just hiked my dress up to my waist and pushed down my panties to pee and he was gawking in the bathroom window."
Nicky squirmed in the seat, stretched his legs. "Got an eyeful, huh?"
Nancy scowled, glanced quickly at the boy, sitting next to her on the car seat, noted the satisfactory bulge of his goodie basket and smiled. "That's all he'll ever get as far as I'm concerned." She crossed Cleveland Boulevard with the light change on Kimball. "You too tired from the trip to maybe help me move some furniture and things, Nicky?"
"Nan, I'm not tired," he nodded. "Just name it."
"You bet I will," Nancy breathed. She wondered whether her innuendos were entirely lost on him. She sort of hoped not, what with his having gotten some hard experience in the recent past.
Nancy stopped to let a car pass so she could pull into her driveway. Casually, she smoothed her skirt across her lap, slyly drawing Nicky's eyes to her legs where the hem cut them at mid-thigh.
"Dora is pretty well over losing Phil-but she is, now, starting to miss having a man in the house." She glanced at him intently, her eyes holding his. "You can probably guess the way I mean."
When Nicky glanced away, a flush on his cheeks, she smiled, pleased. She swung the car into the drive, wheeled it deep into the double garage. "We're here," she said cheerfully, opening her door and closing the single door behind the car.
Nicky came around as she opened the trunk. "Let's take in only the luggage you think you'll need in the next couple of days."
Moving with deliberate carelessness, she maneuvered her body so her hip brushed against the front of his pants. The reason she had closed the garage door was that she had seen Herbie running his bike up the alley behind his house on the corner across the street. She certainly didn't want him prying around with his little, glittering snake eyes.
He selected a large suitcase and Dora slammed the trunk. 'This way," she said. In the kitchen, she stopped abruptly in front of the refrigerator. Nicky stumbled against her, his crotch colliding firmly with her rounded buttocks. "Excuse me, Nick," she laughed, taking a couple of cans of beer from the shelf in the door.
"Come on." She led the way through the house to a bedroom down the hall from the one she and Cal occupied. "You can unpack later or live out of your suitcase, as they say." She handed him one of the beers. "Bet this will taste terrific after that long bus ride."
She winked when he nodded and sipped the cold Coors. "I need a cigarette. A pack in our bedroom, I think. Come on." In the master bedroom that ran across the north end of the house, she hesitated, Nicky just behind her. "I was thinking of turning the mattress-but darned if I feel like tearing down the bed and making it again. Oh, cigarettes."
She sauntered to the nightstand with a swing of hips that set the hem of the mini-skirt to dancing. It wasn't entirely on purpose; part of it was the nervousness of her fingers. She spun the wheel and the lighter frogged from her hand and spun through the air, across the bed, bounced from the wall and clattered to the floor. "Damn," she breathed softly, tossing the unlit cigarette from her rouged lips to the nightstand.
"I'll get it for you," Nicky offered.
"I'll manage it," Nancy chirped. She lunged her body across the bed, drew her knees up and scrambled forward. As she fished behind the bed for the errant Zippo, she kept her bottom high, weaving back and forth, swiveling and bobbing.
No way, she stifled exuberant laughter, can my Nicky avoid gawking at my legs and my rear end. She wished she wasn't wearing the snow white panties-but that would have been just too obvious.
For a couple of minutes after her hand clutched the light, she continued groping, keeping her trim fanny active and bobbing in simulative coital heaving. Deliberately she dropped the lighter and pushed it under the bed.
"Son of a.. . " she growled, crawling forward. As she searched for it and found it, she stretched a leg out straight, lifting it to assure him an additional enticing pose and look at her panty-sheathed cunny-from the back.
She wished he had the nerve to take the initiative and come up on her from the rear. But-even though he'd had some belly-rubbing-he was still just a kid. Nancy let herself slip down behind the bed until the top of her head touched the floor.
"Got it," she gasped. She struggled to recover. "Hey, Nick, give me a hand and pull me out."
"Hunh?"
"Grab me by the leg and tug." Nancy almost giggled.
She expected him to grab her by the foot and was pleased when his strong, young hands seized her leg above the knee, his fingers biting into her muscle-twinging thigh. "Pull," she gasped.
Even after she was back on the bed, Nancy retained her animal-like position, reached for the discarded cigarette. She kept her bottom presented to him until she had the smoke going, then she rolled slightly, let her feet touch the floor and sat facing him.
"All the blood ran into my dumb head," she smiled. "I'm still dizzy. To heck with the furniture today. Her appraisal of him was quick, casual. Yep, she had had an effect on him. Very prominent. His Levi's couldn't conceal that fact. But they still covered what she yearned to see the most.
Dammit, she frowned, how does a woman go about seducing a young boy-without all the crudeness of rape? The lump in his jeans is ample proof his beast is plenty willing. She took a swallow of beer. Would the kid run if she went right after him?
Uncertain, she sat there, a leg crossed over the other, peering at the floor. "What I said about Dora-did you get what I was hinting? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, Nick. But I think she is starting to consider you and her-no, you with her."
She glanced up when Nicky moved. For a second, she thought he was going to leave. But she couldn't have asked for anything better. He had backed away and slid his back down the wall to squat on his haunches.
As if unaware of what she was doing, she uncrossed her legs, set both feet flat on the floor and let her knees sway open. She lifted just her gaze and his eyes were zeroed in up between her parted thighs-right on her handful of pussy.
"And-I think-the way Selma has been talking-she's getting the hots for attention Deke isn't giving her," Nancy said slowly, deliberately, jerkily.
Nancy drew a deep, erratic breath, stiffened her back and set the empty can on the nightstand. "Whew," she smiled tremulously, her eyes flitting about, touching his face and darting away.
"And, me, too-Nicky," she held her head high, aware her cheeks were a deep pink, the pulse beating violently in her throat. "Yes-me, too. Hot and bothered. Sit here beside me. Come on. Don't worry about a thing-like what happened in Seattle," she continued huskily.
When he hesitated, she almost screamed at him in desperation. But her emotions simmered down as he moved to sit beside her. She laughed shakily, patting his right leg above the knee as he sipped the beer nervously. "I won't say anything to anyone and you won't. I'm sure of that." She slid her tense hand up his leg and rubbed it over the rocky lump in her pants.
"I need that, Nicky-very badly. And Selma, too. But you can't waste time about Selma-have to get her right away because you'll be going up to Dora sometime Wednesday," she hated the weakness of her voice.
She pinched down on the welt of his peter with fingers and thumb. "I mean it, Nick. I really need it. Right now."
Before the youth could react, she unbuttoned the dress to the waist, unbuckled the belt. She lifted her firm, jutting cones in the half-cup bra. "Look at me, Nicky."
She heard him swallow in a soft strangling sound. Then she unhooked the harness between her breasts and slowly pulled the filmy, lacy cups away from her proud mounds.
Nancy shrugged the dress from her shoulders and it fell in a whispering cascade around her hips. She tossed the feather-light halter atop the nearby dresser, the motion setting her creamy boobies to wobbling in a drunken ballet before his ogling eyes.
Still holding and kneading her right globe, she again rubbed his energetic genitals, slipped the waistband button, lifted the zipper tab. The straining of his aroused maleness started the zipper to parting.
Just the slightest pressure of her hand reaching in fully opened his fly. "Aaaaahhh," Nancy sighed, scooping her fingers into the gaping slit of his shorts. Nicky's body lurched spastically as her fingers encircled his young stallion.
"Stand up," Nancy said, tone choked with passion and lust. She removed his shirt and pushed his pants and shorts down. "Beautiful," she sighed. "Get naked!" And she quickly shuffled out of her dress and half-slip. Her eyes never left his expanding serpent. The slit-eye in the tip seemed to wink at her in surprise.
Nancy hooked thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slithered them off her taut buttocks, to the knees, let them fall like snow to her feet and stepped out of them.
"Don't be shy," Nancy said, tone wheedling as she took up his protruding tusk in both cool, tender hands. A weakness in her legs brought an erotic shudder to her entire being.
Slowly, she drifted to her knees before him, addressing his rigid, pulsating flesh. "God, how I need-it," she cooed, her breath whispering against the exposed glans.
"Oooooohhh," Nicky gasped, his hands resting on her shoulders as he dropped the empty can. "Aaaaaaaahhhh," he hissed as Nancy kissed the very tip of his prick, enclosed the hot, salty knob with her lips. She sucked noisily as his fingers bit painfully into the silky, unblemished flesh of her shoulders. She could actually feel the beat of his heart along the length of his sex-trumpet.
As she took his husky cock farther into her mouth, she palmed his hot nuts with her right hand and let her left caress around his bottom to love his butt, fingers creep into the pinched crack of his trembling ass.
She slurped her tongue and lips along the tremendous cock-shaft a few times, assuring herself she had him at full erection. She licked her saliva from the firm, dark-red head and squeezed his balls. "Don't cum, Nick," she gasped, voice deep with lust. "Come on, now."
She stood slowly and pressed her nakedness to his, dry-fucking her body to his, her belly massaging his engorged cock between them. Slowly, holding his biceps, she backed away from him, pulling him onto the bed with her. A soft gurgle of satisfaction rattled in her throat as she urged him between her lifted, trembling thighs. She patted his back as he lay on her, his chest mashing her rubbery pumpkins flat. She fumbled between them, found his red-purplish knob and tugged on his tusk of flesh, pressing the head into her long, narrow gash.
A tidal wave of passion rippled along her coital canal. Tingles of ecstasy, itching and burning, twinkled deep in her cunny and in her bowels. Nancy clamped thumb and index finger around his prick at the root and pulled. He cooperated and the pulsating head of his cock dented her sex-dimple, oozed into her seething cauldron.
Silent, convulsive sobs shook the boy's body and hot tears flowed from his pinched eyes. "Oooooohhh, hoooooooot," he gurgled as she weaved her body, humping her pelvis to capture more and more of his cunt-stretching appendage. "I loved the taste of your nice, handsome prick," she cooed. "I would have sucked it more, if I had been sure you wouldn't forget I need it fucked up my hot little twatty and would have exploded in my mouth."
He groaned and his body trembled as Nancy cautiously withdrew her hand from between them. He seemed paralyzed and didn't move. "I wish, right now, I had arms like an ape and could get my hands on your ass and pull you into me," she panted. But she bowed her legs, planted her heels in the crack of his ass and sort of kicked his cock into her rabid snatch.
"You know how," she gasped, up-hunching her crotch to his deeply penetrating prick. "Start fucking me, Nicky." She had the entire length of his prick buried in between her legs, his groin welded pleasurably to her Venus mound, but her insides yearned for a rapid churning of his creamer in her urn.
"Can't you do it?" she whispered, kissing his tear-streaked cheek. "Okay, lover," she crooned. "Let's roll over and let Nancy on top."
They toppled over awkwardly and Nancy gained the dominant mounting position. Peevishly, she tossed her long, dark mane over her bare shoulders. She placed her hands on his chest, arms stiff, and began jouncing back and forth, riding her suction, grasping pussy up and down on his rigid pussy-popper. Each time she sank down all the way on his cock, she rubbed her snatch around on his groin to agitate her turgid clit.
"You help all you can by up-tossing your ass and driving your cock into me," she groaned, "and we'll have a wonderful afternoon, fucking each other and suck cock and cunt."
Her knees pressed into his flanks, against his floating ribs as she rocked back and forth, boobies bouncing, fucking her stormy snatch on his rigorous wand. She established two motions, the basic of sliding her pussy up and down on his joint while at the same time she fucked him by undulating her hips.
She humped and pumped harder as his pitiful sobbings stimulated her lascivious emotions. "Concentrate," she whispered. "Feel my pussy taking your prick in deeeeeeeeep? Oh, yes, Nick! Move your bottom and shake up your nice balls."
His eyes fluttered open and he stared at her gyrating body. His focus sharpened and he reached timidly to palm her lolling cones. At the same time, he braced his heels and began humping his ass, driving his stone-hard cock into her demanding pussy.
"Great," Nancy marveled, "that really pounds your prick into my fuck-hole, buries it right to the balls in my twat." The head of his cock skidded back and forth across her cervix and set it to twanging like a Jews harp. "That's the way to diddle Nan's snatch," she lauded, looking down at his hands mauling her twin hillocks, thumbs pinching her tumescent nipples.
"Can you feel my fuck-muscles gripping your prick, Nick, each time I set my ass down on you to take all of you?" She smiled as he slowly nodded his head, eyes glazed riveted to his hands on her opulent boobies.
His body began lurching wildly and Nancy knew she had him near the boiling-over point. She sailed her ass faster and faster on his spar, her sphincters milking his pistoning prick. "I'm close too, Honey," she sobbed.
Dazzling lights danced in her head and spangles of flame seemed to consume her belly as his healthy young male-thing stabbed into her with a lustful fury. "You're really fucking me toward the cliff," she crooned, orgasm building to a mighty torrent in her loins.
He began sobbing and snorting, throwing his cock up and into her. Nancy raced to catch up so their bombs would explode at the same time. She slam-banged her snatch down on his post relentlessly. "Keep fucking me!" she screamed, her hot ass bouncing and her seething hole vacuuming around his prick. The first frantic gush of his jizz plastered the walls of her vagina.
"I'm cummmmmmmming," Nancy squalled, grinding and rotating her twat on his spewing, spasming pecker. "Keep your rich prick spurting jizz," she wailed, "I'm really fucking out beautifully on your young cock. Keep your big dong flooding my pussy full of love-potion," she pleaded, collapsing atop him to rub her hot titties against his heaving chest as she devoured his cock with her nether mouth. Her pussy chewed and gnawed on his hard, fat meat, milking out the last torrent of jizz.
"Wonderful prick," Nancy said softly. "You just lie there and Nancy will go down on you and give you another nice blow-job and suck your cock into a mouth-fuck cum this time."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dora went through the motions of living through the second, tormented at times by thoughts of degradation. Too, the prodigious amount of fucking she had had in such a short time left her enervated. But her ebullient spirit returned to full flame Sunday evening when the foursome broke camp downriver and left.
She had been grateful to them for helping her home-but she had gotten a little tired of their drinking her liquor and forcing her to go down on them, one after the other. God, she reflected the following noon when she finally awoke, she must have eaten half a ton of cock during the night!
There was no mail for her Monday and no telephone messages left for her at the truck stop. She somberly considered checking around for an agreeable stud, but the bar was as dead as small towns on Lincoln's birthday. But, Nicky-and Cal and Deke-were the cocks she wanted pleasuring her most.
She returned to the house, strolled down to the river where she had gotten her fill of cock-in all holes-and took a nude swim. It was clear, Nicky still hadn't gotten down from Washington.
Nancy and Nicky lay side by side in the middle of the bed. She faced him, a hand on his young, quivering dong. "Nicky, you gave me a terrific fuck." His middle undulated as she played with his half-hard prick. "Did you like the way I sucked your cock? Yours is the only one-besides Cal's I've ever blown. Want me to go down on you again-right now?"
"Really liked it-all of it," he murmured, a hand lazily toying with her firm, right breast, a fingertip doodling on the swollen nipple.
"I got an idea; let's take a shower and I'll suck cock while you wash my back. You can lean over enough to do that while I go down on you," she chirped, sitting up, kissing the hot tip of his prick.
"Tonight, after Cal and Deke go back to the club, we'll go over to the Bowens' and you can give it to Selma," she laughed excitedly. "And don't forget, when you get up with Dora-if she doesn't put the make on you-you wait 'I'll she's asleep and slip into bed with her and give her some great fucking."
Herbie, who had seen Nancy bring Nicky home, tired of waiting for Nicky to come over. Too, lecherous thoughts inhabited his mind. He watched from outside the Kinkaid bedroom until Nancy and Nicky got up to take a shower. Then, an evil scheme forming in his mind, he returned home to plot and dream lecherous dreams.
As soon as supper was over, Nicky went to the room assigned him to take a nap-as Nancy had suggested "to recharge your energy cells for Selma's engine. I'll call you as soon as Cal and Deke go back to the club. Then we'll lay friend Selma."
Selma and some other teachers, so pleased with the trend of talks with the board of education, stopped at a club on East Cleveland for a "few" drinks. Still high, she fixed supper for Deke, told him to hurry up and eat and get back to the club. She was going to take a bath and go to bed.
Nancy and Nicky left the Kinkaid house just as she was melting weariness from her body. Herbie, watching from his second-floor bedroom, was tempted to sneak over and watch what he could watch at the Bowen house-but decided that all that would accomplish was get him hard-up again and all he could do about that was slink back home and jack off again. He didn't need to watch, his mind could picture Nicky grunting on top of the tawny-haired Selma, rutting his pig-sticker in her trough and having his fun.
Nancy didn't bother knocking at the back door of the Bowen house, but silently led Nicky inside and closed the door.
Dreamily, Selma fretted that Deke had forgotten something and had returned home. "Bring me a cold beer to relax with in the tub, Honey," she called. She smiled dreamily as she heard the refrigerator door open and slam with a muffled swoosh.
At first all she saw was Nancy who handed her the bottle of beer. "Oh, you, Nan! Give me that. I'm sorta tanked and I think the beer will really taste great." Then she saw Nicky lounging uncertainly behind the grinning Nancy.
"Nicky got in today," Nancy said solemnly.
"I can see that," Selma retorted, an arm over her full breasts as she scooted down in the tub.
"He came over to say 'hi', " Nancy nodded.
"Say it and don't stand there and watch me take a bath," Selma said snappishly. She glared at Nancy when her friend tugged Nicky into the bathroom and pushed him down on the stool.
Selma draped a washcloth over the carpeted Vee that sprung from between her long legs and grew copiously across her mound and lower belly. "Nan--I don't know about Nicky-I think you're crazy."
"Nick's seen naked bodies before," Nancy chuckled.
"So? He doesn't have to see mine," Selma muttered surlily. She glared at Nicky, his immobile expression. "My God! I believe you fully plan to sit there and watch me bathe!"
When Nancy's laughter throbbed through the small room, Selma snorted derisively. "Hah! So? Okay! Watch me wash and be damned-for all I care!" She stared obliquely at the grinning Nancy, hot, sheet lightning suddenly flashing through her body, "you did; didn't you, Nan?" she said in a hushed whisper. "You had him? You did! And you brought him over here-to do me!"
When Nancy nodded with a whimsical glitter in her eyes, Selma slowly, thoughtfully soaped her unbidden, tumescent tits. "And if.. . " she began absently, her eyes straying to Nicky's crotch as he sat motionless on the stool. "I forget what I was about to say."
"I can guess," Nancy chuckled merrily.
"Oh, yeah," Selma nodded, using the washcloth to wash away the suds from her sloping breasts. "If, I suppose you plan on watching!"
"I won't say anything at all," Nancy said with feigned solemnity.
"Just being there would freeze me up," Selma said, scowling, eyes unwavering on Nicky's genital region.
"Nick will thaw you out in a hurry," Nancy said with confidence. She tugged at Nicky's left arm until he stood. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. "I'm going to get me a bottle of beer. Take off your pants while I'm gone, Nicky."
"Just a damned minute," Selma bleated, raising a hand toward Nicky in protest.
"Go ahead; take 'em off, Nicky," Nancy said imperiously as she left the bathroom.
"By God, Nicky, don't you dare," Selma snapped. Her eyes widened as he dropped his pants and shorts. "My God, everyone is going absolutely crazy!" Her breath caught and she swallowed with difficulty as she gawked at Nicky's outward dangling penis and up-rolled testicles.
"Great!" Nancy announced when she returned. She handed Nicky a towel. "Get out of the tub, Selma, and let him dry your gorgeous, sexy body."
In spite of her myriad feelings, Selma leaned to pull the tub stopper and got tenuously to her feet. She gasped as Nicky slid an arm around her waist, his palm flat on her back, helping her from the tub. Her middle bowed toward him as his hand slid to the curvy flare of her bare butt. His hand was like glowing coals on her bare skin and she moved to him, crushing her body to his with the towel between them.
She held her arms out stiffly from her sides as he began rubbing the coarse, raspy towel over her tingling body, up and down her long, tapering legs. She came up on tiptoe with a sharp squeal as he ran the towel through the long, tight vale between her fanny moons.
When he ran a handful of towel between her legs, she took it from him. "Oooooohhh, damn, let me do my pussy, Nicky!" She frowned into his eyes, wincing as her hand grazed the end of his protruding prick as she dried her pubic hair and the thickening outer lips of her puffing vulva.
Her eyes grew smoky as she dropped the towel and swayed toward him, not moving her feet. She took his burgeoning peter tentatively between thumb and forefinger and rubbed the shining glans through her profuse pussy bush. She seemed to forget Nancy lounging in the doorway as she curled an arm around his neck and ground her hairy mound against his sparsely feathered groin.
"You have a good thing here," she whispered, his hard cock denting her flat tummy. "Nice and hot and firm. Not to mention how thick and long it is."
Nicky looped his arms around her, clenched his hands between her shoulders, trapping her arms down her sides. "Uuuummm," she cooed, nestling her feverish boobies like cushions into his chest.
She slurped a kiss onto his face, licked her tongue across his dry, nervous lips. She squirmed for room in his embrace, lowered her head to suck on his boy-nipple. "Uuuuuummmm, would you suck my titties for me, Nicky? I'd love to have you lick my boobies and chew on my tittie-tips."
He stumbled slightly as she bore her weight on him, her feet sliding apart and her belly and love mound flattening against his hard gut. "Bet we could fuck standing up. See? I can stand on tiptoe and that raises my hot pussy and I could stab right into it with your marvelous cock."
Nicky clung to her as she began dry-fucking her naked crotch and raspy hair against his genitals. "You have a nice basket of goodies, Nicky. I can hardly wait for you to use it in me and make hot love to my tight pussy."
Selma reached between their thighs and caught his balls in both hands, continuing to rub her belly against his upright dong. "Ain't it nice, getting hot and ready to fuck up a juicy cum-bang storm.
"Did Nancy go down on you-suck your hard cock?" She looked up at his stoic face as he nodded. 'That's good. I will, too, and I'll treat you even better, I'll let you fuck my asshole. They call that corn-holing. Oooooooohhhh, what a wonderful nice, hot, big, hard prick you have."
At Nancy's unobtrusive urging, the embracing couple moved from the bathroom, along the all to the middle of the living room. She eased away to sit with her beer in an easy chair to watch.
As Selma wilted to her knees, Nicky's hands captured her feverish, jutting, rounded tits. As she stood on her knees, she took up his long cock in both hands. "Uuuummmmm," she purred, maneuvering her cock and slurping her eager lips over the pulsating knob. He cringed and whined as she sucked hard and her teeth gnashed delectably, greedily behind the thick, tender ridge.
"I'll suck your cock to a cum-then we'll fuck," she mumbled, her mouth full. She began bobbing her face on his vibrating instrument, emitting little animal mewlings as her mouth fucked all of him down her throat.
Nicky, eyes half-closed, folded his hands behind her head and began humping his ass. Her hands went to the taut cheeks of his butt and she opened wide as he took over, ramming his cock in and out of her face, faster and faster. She kept her tongue swishing and licking at his pistoning prong.
"I-love-eating-tasty cock," Selma blubbered, her tongue dancing around the redhot glans. One hand hugging his hunching ass, she got the other between his legs to coddle his roiling eggs, bringing to a peak the tempest deep in his virile loins.
"Cum hard in my mouth," she gasped, "shoot your load of jizz in my throat and hose my tonsils." Her jaws ached and her face bobbed as his expanding rod slammed into her throat. She sucked hard as she could when she felt the priming of his sex-pump.
WHAM!
Selma slurped mightily as the exploding flood of cum sloshed against the roof of her mouth and cascaded down her convulsing gullet. His torrid jizz scalded her tonsils and her pussy began its screaming, chewing demand for his monstrous cock.
As his flood ebbed, she let his cock slide from her mouth and she toppled slowly over backwards, tugging him with her. Once she was on her back, she swung her feet high in the air, capturing him between her wide-open thighs.
She pulled him over her, guided his prick between her legs, through the coarse mesh, into her steaming gash, deep into her aching cunt in one absorbing motion.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeee," she squalled, her ass rocking and bucking as he pumped the prick into her snatch, jizzing her a mile-a-minute.
Nicky was grunting and huffing and puffing as he reared up on outstretched, stiffened legs, to pound his prick brutally into her famished cunt.
"Give me all the fucking in the cunt you can-and save some of your beautiful hard-on for my butt hole," she begged. As he pounded his throbbing pecker into her burning cavity, Selma kept up-fucking her bottom so he was reaming it in deep. Her writhing body sang with sensual fervor as his post was fully imbedded in her fluttering, cock-milking cunt.
"Keep fucking me fast," she howled, her naked body rocking back and forth on her shoulders, her feet dancing in little circles near his head as he plundered her wretching, coiling cunt with his young stud-meat.
Gradually, her body went slack, but she dug her heels into his humping buttocks to assure his perpetual fucking. A shudder ran through her body. "Let your cock soak in me while I climax," she moaned, voiced choked with pent-up passion. "Keep it hard and make it quiver while I crack my nuts around it. Please don't unload your jizz yet-I want it up my butt, too. In just a minute, Nicky."
She plastered his sweaty face with kisses as her lust ebbed and flowed around his impaling post of flesh. "I'm cumming good," she whined, her lips capturing his, her tongue darting into his mouth.
Her legs relaxed at his sides. She pushed against his heaving chest. "Ease it out of me, Nicky, and turn me over on my belly."
As soon as his dripping prick slipped from her gaping gash, she struggled over onto all-fours, hoisting her rear and pushing her ass back at him. She took the smooth cheeks in her hands and stretched them wide open, like quartering a luscious orange.
"Put the head against my asshole," she wheezed, shivering at the electric contact of his cock. "Push it slow and steady," Selma moaned. "I want to feel the fat knob stretch my butt and pop inside me. I think I can have a new cum then, if you force it in my guts slowly, steadily."
Nicky held her at the fluting of her hips and gritted his teeth as he stabbed at her lewd offering. "Ooooohhhhhh, Jesus, how my asshole itches and burns . . . Yiiiiiikkkkeeeees!" she screamed as the head of his prick vanished inside her butt hole. "Your wonderful cock," she shrieked, releasing the moon of her ass and bowing her back so she could fondle his dangling balls. She tugged them up against her dripping groove, tried to stuff one into her cunt. Her body creaked and crawled in place as he relentlessly forced it into her, her anal ring closing behind the corona. Her body bunched and quivered as her bowels absorbed more and more of his gigantic sex-root.
His face contorted at the hotness, the tightness. Then there was a kind of relaxation in her rear tract and his cock disappeared quickly. "Oh, God, how I love when I get my asshole crammed full of massive cock!"
He plowed the length of his prick into her rear tunnel, slickly, smoothly. "Aaaaaggggggghhhhh,"
Selma howled, "I'm cumming hard and hot in my ass!" Her clutching, hot bowels scalded his rod and her anal muscles contracted wildly around his invading monster.
Selma's scream was of helplessness and carnal delight. She dropped his balls and pulled her hair as he began his lecherous fucking of her scorching asshole. Her chute was fluttering wildly around his rampant phallus, gliding in and out, hammering and pounding far into her rectum.
Her squalls and screams and shrieks were continual now as he plowed and plundered her butt with his rampaging prick.
As his prick pumped into her unobstructed, bottomless rectum, Selma yelled frantically, "Ooooohhhh, God, you're really fucking ecstasy into my hot little ass." She braced herself and rocked her body back against his inward lunges.
"I wish I could suck you off and have you fucking both of my holes at the same time," she panted. As his spearing lunges became more rapid, Selma slowly raised off the floor, head up and neck and back straight, her proud, semi-orb breasts quivering delectably.
"Ram your prick up me all the way 'caure I'm gonna climax in my asshole again," she shrieked, eyes rolling, unseeing as she pushed her curvy rear end back on his lashing spear.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhh, God, Nicky, corn-hole me fast and far in 'cause here I cuuuuuummmmm!"
He popped the prick to her, his belly smacking loudly against her rounded, meaty bottom as he buried it in her to the balls and cracked his nuts, the head of his cock expanding grotesquely as it nozzled her bowels full of red-hot semen.
"Keep fucking the cock to me," Selma whimpered in protest to his stopping. But, gradually, her voice subsided to a soft, mewling of sexual satisfaction, getting her guts spasmed full of lascivious love-juice.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dora received Nancy's card in the mail Wednesday forenoon. She frowned as she read it, sitting in the station wagon beside the rural mail box. A pang of jealousy sent pains darting through her loins. There was no mistaking what Nancy alluded to when she talked about some hard things for Nicky to do for her and Selma.
"Well, both of them have probably had him by now," she murmured, staring through the windshield, eyes really not seeing the brassiness of the summer day. Maybe lots of times, she mused restlessly. Slowly, her resentment dissipated. "If they got to him, it should lend him confidence and make it earier for me to get him rutting between my legs."
A delicious, hot, stabbing convulsion ran like a scalding tide through her pussy as she put the car in gear. There was no way of knowing when Cal and
Deke would bring him up. Unless she phoned Nancy. She drove to the truck stop and checked on telephone messages. Mildly disappointed, she returned to the house. To pass the time, she strolled down by the river and up the side of a mountain. From time to time she paused to study shaded glens and sheltered groves. "What a great place for me and Nicky to screw." She smiled, a craving for sex gnawing her insides.
When it was nearly dark, she fixed herself some supper, washed the dishes, fixed a drink and lit the fireplace. The mountain country was shrouded in purple darkness when she finally heard a car purring along the gravel road toward the house.
After an exchange of greetings, Dora stood silently on the back porch, stepping aside for Deke and Cal to carry in Nicky's luggage. "The bedroom on the left-oh, just set the stuff down in the living room," she amended, hugging Nicky, his slender body trembling in her embrace.
"You've been hugged," Dora chided him softly, casually turning to rub her left thigh against his maleness. "Come on in. Are you hungry?"
"Nan, we ate on the way up here," Nicky said huskily, prowling through the house, "This is neat And the river down there is fantastic. Mind if I take my flashlight and go look at it?"
"Well-you could see it better tomorrow," Dora pouted. "Aren't you tired?"
"No. I slept part of the way up. I just want to see the river by moonlight," he persisted.
"But it's nine o'clock," Dora argued as Cal and Deke passed them to mix themselves a drink at the sink in the kitchen. She evaded Cal's and Deke's eyes as they peered at her questioningly. "Well, okay, but don't get in the water. The Payette River can be a treacherous beast. Come on; I'll show you where to put your things."
She carried one of the suitcases into the bedroom, set it on the floor. "You can unpack and put your things away later," she muttered, watching him fumble in his luggage for the flashlight.
After he left through the front door, clomping across the plank veranda and down the wooden steps, she fixed herself a drink and rejoined the two men. "The night is cool and beautiful. Want to go out on the front porch?"
Dora perched on the railing, keenly conscious of the stiff seam of her jeans cutting into her rubbery crease. She watched Deke take one of the chairs and turned her head to watch Cal move to her left, sort of behind her. She wondered whether they knew or suspected Nancy and Selma-probably-had availed themselves of Nicky's young peter.
"Nicky screwed our wives," Cal said softly, casually, tone unemotional, conversational.
Instantly, Dora felt her face flaming, a clutching deep in her loins. "I don't think Phil would have approved," she said ineffectively.
Deke laughed indulgently. "What do you think about it, Dora? Jealous?"
She swallowed painfully, tensed as Cal patted her shoulder, laid his hand along her dangling left thigh. His touch was like a firebrand. "No," she replied, the ice rattling in the glass as she raised it to her lips with a shaking hand.
"That's good," Cal said, his hand stroking her leg, fingers creeping closer to a flaming straddle. "After all, you'll have access to his dingus whenever you want it, won't you, Dora?"
"I don't believe I understand you," she said weakly, a delicious tremor chasing along every nerve in her belly.
"You sure do," Deke disputed, laughing amiably.
"Come on, you guys," Dora protested, her body jerking when Cal ran his palm over the outward curving of her pussy. "Cal!" she gasped, "I think you better stop that." Unmistakably, she heard a sound that could be identified only as Deke running the tab up and down on his fly zipper. "You guys," she muttered, "Nicky may come back anytime."
"Shit! So what?" Cal breathed heavily in her ear.
"Yiiiiikes," Dora squeaked, shuddering as Cal dappled the tip of his tongue in her ear, sending sweet chills up and down her spine. "That gives me goose bumps," she laughed shakily.
"We're gonna give you more than goose bumps, Dora," Cal whispered sexily in her blonde hair that glistened like gold in the heady moonlight.
She slapped at his hand as he rubbed her tummy, undid the button at the side of her jeans. "Quit, Cal," she hissed as he split the zipper and her pants sagged loose at the waist. "I don't want Nicky coming back and seeing what you're doing, you guys."
"You smell nice," Cal breathed heavily, running his hand under the elastic of her panties and palming her sensually carpeted mound and thickly fuzzed outer lips. "Hot pussy perfume," he chuckled, blowing his breath in her ear.
"You're a bold, lecherous couple of bastards," she whined, hating the hot, musky aroma emanating from her crotch.
"Come off it, Honey," Deke crooned. "You told Selma and Nan you wanted us rutting between your pretty legs. And don't try that coy stuff now and pretend you aren't interested in some hot, hard screwing."
"If Nicky should return, what would he think," she moaned as Cal sliced a finger between the puffy lips of her pussy and nudged her fully distended clit. "Oooohhh, goddamn it," she groaned, her legs trembling.
She glared at Deke as he set his glass on the floor beside his chair and joined Cal on the right side of her. "Knock this stuff off," she fretted as Deke unbuttoned the light weight plaid shirt. She grimaced as he worked a hand into the well-stuffed bra cup.
"Hey!" she yipped as Deke forced her butt off the railing. She kicked at Cal as he hauled the jeans and silk panties to her ankles. "Stop this," she snapped as he unlaced her boots and removed them. She squirmed as Deke lifted her off her feet and Cal removed her clothing.
"Get her shirt and boobie bags," Deke muttered, taking the empty glass from her numb fingers and setting it beside his on the floor by the chair. "Jesus, can you ever smell her hot, sweet cunny."
Dora squinted in the gloom as Deke undressed, draped his clothes over the back of the chair. "You guys aren't serious," she complained as Cal set her bare butt back on the railing.
"We are," Cal whispered in her ear as he hugged her to him, an arm around her slim waist, fingers digging into her soft, velvety flank. "We're going to fuck you-right here on the porch in the moonlight, Dora."
"Bullshit," she whispered anxiously. "Not out here-in the open. Please?" A soft moan escaped her lips as Cal rubbed his chest across the sloping planes of her titties. She teetered on the railing, knees drifting apart as he stuck a finger into her cunt. "Goddamn, I don't want Nicky seeing this."
Her words were cut off as Cal stepped away from her and the naked Deke moved in between her spread knees and smothered her mouth with his. "We don't dare," she gasped as the wet kiss ended. "Nick surely will come back and catch you fucking me. Won't he?"
"Don't even think about it," Cal chuckled, moving into her line of vision and her eyes widened, focused on his nudity the massive hunk of meat he held in both fists.
She sighed raggedly as Deke rubbed his hairy chest across the face of her tingling breasts. She felt the heat of his rod between her legs, like a glow on her taut tummy. Her back bowed and she instinctively curved her hot gash to him.
"Put it in for me, Dora," Deke whispered.
"No!" She wailed softly, but a hand searched for his hot bulb and she pushed it down into position between her legs. She looped her other arm around his neck to steady herself on the railing. "Aaaaaah-ah-ah-ah," she groaned as he made contact, the knob of his cock slithering through her hot furrow. She pressed his prick down and the blunt tip socked against her entry. Her thighs rose in unison as he stabbed at her, forcing the fat knob into her steamy hole.
"This is a clumsy position," she protested, pinching her sleek thighs against his flanks, over the hard bones of his hips. "I don't think you can get all your cock in me like this," she whined.
Her eyes sought Cal when he said, "Swing her around over here, Deke, and ride her dog-fashion." She squinted at him as he sat in the chair, holding his massive hard-on upright. A soft squall fluttered from her as Deke extracted his hard cock. "What are you doing?" she whimpered, "You just got it stuck in me nice and deep and you pull it out."
"Take her from the rear, Deke," Cal growled, "and bend her over and I'll fuck her mouth."
"Hey, no!" Dora cried weakly as Deke pushed her toward Cal who hooked his hands under her arms and pushed her face toward his lap. "No, Cal, I don't want to suck your cock." She cringed as Deke slapped her bare bottom using his feet to push hers apart. She came up slightly on tiptoes as he nudged at her with his wet, steaming cock. "Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee," she gasped as he speared his prick into her pussy.
"Keep your legs straight," Deke ordered, "so your ass is up in the air and I can really ream my cock into you."
She shuddered violently as he began sawing his cock in and out of her famished snatch. Her eyes crossed as Cal rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her dry lips, smearing his sweet honey. Gradually, her jaws relaxed and her mouth opened to admit just the thick head of his prick.
"Hold her by the hips and you supply all the action from back there. While you screw her from behind, you will be fucking her mouth on my cock," he groaned, his hands groping for her sagging boobies.
A hot, wanton desire raged through her and she wished she could stand to the side and watch Deke punch prick to her cunt like a stag while she was taking more and more of Cal's jaw-stretching cock into her face.
He nursed his prick out of her undulating pussy and slammed it back in, his balls rolling up to slap her hard belly. She would have screamed with passionate anguish, but she had a full mouth of Cal's massive cock and the sound was muffled. Her entire body vibrated as her snug canal savored the in-and-out churning of his monstrous prick.
"A tight, tight fuck," Deke panted.
"Bet it can't compare with the way her tongue tickles a prick and the way her lips suck and lap it," Cal gasped as more and more of his prick vanished into her throat.
His hands mauled her tingling tits and tweaked the fully tumescent cherry tips. Dora clasped her hands to his waist and she began riding back and forth with Deke's rhythm, taking cock fast and furious in both ends. She slurped her mouth on Cal's prodigious prick as her cunt suckled delectably on Deke's pumping prong.
If there is anything better than fucking, Dora thought dreamily, it's getting fucked and having a nice, thick prick in my mouth. Her coital muscles gulped at Deke's plunging cock and her lips snuggled around Cal's gigantic erection.
God, that's good, she thought as Deke's arms encircled her waist and his fingers titillated her agonizing clit. Dora tossed and heaved her ass back against Deke's groin and she mumbled incoherently around Cal's prick that was thoroughly corking her mouth, the vast knob prodding her tonsils.
Dully, she heard the back screen door slam. Instinct surfaced briefly to break off from the cocks that were ravaging her cunt and mouth. But she was too far gone, her body over-flowing with depraved glory.
"She really likes chomping cock," Cal commented, his voice pinched with emotion. "Listen to her suck and slurp my big horn," he barked, hunching up from the chair to ram his prick all the way into her guzzling throat. "We're gonna have to get it on with Nancy and Selma," Deke groaned, swiveling his ass to lever his prick around and about in Dora's rampantly roiling cunt.
Deke kept his fingers playing free with Dora's hot, stretched vulva as he continued ramming prick into her roaring firebox. She squealed with muffled delight and sucked harder on Cal's pulsating sex-flesh.
As Deke wobbled the tip of a finger around on her stinging fun-bud, she bucked and reared, prying his prick around like a swizzle stick in her screaming vagina.
It seemed to Dora she was one bundle of orgasm-ing nerves and she bobbed and weaved her head, mouth-fucking Cal as fast as she could get his cock rammed in and out of her gullet. With his hands pawing her hot titties and Deke's finger on her hard sex-sticker and his prick flowing rampantly into her juicy box and Cal's cock cramming her mouth full, Dora began climaxing, thunder and lightning crashing all through her naked, sweaty body.
As her orgasm became increasingly stormy, she emitted squeaking noises through her flared nostrils and back-fucked her ass furiously. She paused briefly on Cal's cock to beg Deke, "Do it up my ass and finger-fuck me at the same time." As he extracted his slimed prick, Dora tried to dilate her anus to make his penetration exhilarating and painless.
At the moment he popped the head of his cock into her seething rectum, he inserted a finger into her snatch. Her back bent upward, her gullet closed on the entire length and girth of Cal's prick as Deke's cock explored into her rear cavern. Before he had more than half of his cock in her back chute, Dora began fucking her ass back on it, the pulsations through her loins.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing to her?" Cal howled, "I think she's going to chew off my cock and swallow it."
"What she asked for," Deke grumbled. "I just slipped my cock out of her pussy and rammed it up her ass. I'm corn-holing hell out of her. Gawd, how she loves cock fucking her asshole. By the Jesus, she comes clear off the floor when I rip my prick into her butt. Burns like heavenly fire."
As he corn-holed her eager ass, his massive cob plundering her guts, he finger-fucked her furiously, tickling her clit to acclerate her race toward a soul-rending orgasm.
"She's cummin' like a freight train," Deke yelled, pouring his prick to her bowels with mighty lunges.
"The way she's guzzling my cock, I'm gonna jizz it down her gullet in a second. Go ahead and unload in her butt hole. Then we'll have another drink and swap ends."
"Shut up and fuck her mouth," Deke groaned lustfully, hammering prick to her defenseless asshole. "I'm gonna jizz her bowels while her pucker string tries to snap off my aching cock. I don't know whether I can go for a blow-job or not; she's about to fuck me to a frazzle."
Dora's hands found Cal's sagging balls as Deke began exploding his sex-cannon in her rectum. She swallowed with gusto as Cal unleashed a stream of thick semen into her suctioning mouth.
The porch light was turned on, then off. Nicky saw, she reflected numbly. But she didn't care, It was too near like heaven, having cocks going off full blast in her ass and her mouth while Deke's fingers ravished her coiling cunt.
Still impaled on Deke's slowly shriveling prick, she begged them to stay the night, recuperate and change ends and fuck her some more. But Cal said they probably better get on to McCall and register for the convention. But they would stop on their way back and she could give them both a fine blow-job and they would pleasure her pussy with plenty of prick on their way back to Caldwell.
"In the meantime," Cal reminded the panting Dora as they led her through the house to her bedroom, "you have Nicky to make love to-to screw and go down on as often and as long and as much as you want."
With the covers tucked under her chin, she stared at them longingly. "Thanks for the terrific fucking and cock-sucking." They winked at her.
"The fuckin' pleasure was all mine," she said wanly.
"Not all of it, Dora," Deke admonished, reaching under the covers to play, with her titties and to put a finger into her torrid twat.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning, Dora wakened slowly, savoring a warm euphoria of well-being. Every muscle ached, but it was a sensually pleasant sensation. She stretched, realizing she was totally naked under the sheet and covers. "Mmmmmmmm," she purred, tossing the covers back, bunching a pillow under her head and staring at her luscious tits that still bore the red marks of Cal's mauling hands.
"Geez, I got a royal fucking," she whispered, tweaking the nipples to smooth, red berry texture. A muffled sound caused her to tense. Then she remembered Nicky; the sound had to come from his room.
Silently, she slipped out of bed, put on a sheer night gown. She slinked along the short hall and peered through the open door. Nicky was sitting on the floor with open suitcases. The bottom drawer of the dresser was open and Nicky was peering earnestly at the lewd pictures in the illicit books and magazines. He was unaware of it, but the head of his peter protruded from the left leg of his walking shorts.
Dora swallowed rapidly, all but tasting his delicious-appearing pecker. Slowly, she retreated to her room, got into bed, folded the covers over her middle.
"Nicky," she called anxiously. She held her breath as she heard him padding toward her room on bare feet. "Morning," she said sulkily as he hesitated in the doorway. Her pulse speeded as his eyes riveted on the plump outlines of her firm breasts. She knew he could see the shadow of the deep pink of the aureoles and the sharp outlines of her taut nipples.
"Get me-us-a beer from the refrig so I can get well," she smiled gently. When he nodded, she said, "Good guy." As soon as he turned away, she pushed the covers to mid-thigh, knowing he would be able to see the crinkly shadow of her profuse bush when he returned.
She didn't meet his gaze, but patted the bed for him to sit beside her. "You diddled Nancy and Selma, didn't you?" She snapped her gaze to his slowly reddening face. "You did," she repeated softly. "Heck, that's okay by me. Were they good? Did you enjoy it?"
As his face became redder, she winked. "You look hot and bothered to me-right now. Oh, I bet you saw that stuff in the dresser." She laughed musically as he sipped the beer and fidgeted gawkily. "You got 'bout half a hard-on right this second. It's a nice one-almost sticks out of your shorts, Nick!"
For instant, Dora was inclined to pull up her gown and invite him to top her, shove his nice, young prick into her. But he was blushing so profusely, she wondered whether he could get a hard-on.
"You saw last night, didn't you, Nick?" she asked softly. He didn't answer, but the deepening flush was more eloquent than words. "Yes; you saw. Don't let it bother you." She drank the beer in deep draughts. "Well, why don't you finish unpacking and I'll get dressed and we'll have some breakfast."
She didn't wait for him to leave the room. As soon as he got up, she swung out of bed. With her back to him, she tossed the flimsy gown over her head and began assembling her clothes, aware of his eyes on her body, on her rounded buttocks.
Then she heard him leave. Wearing only bra and panties, she tiptoed to spy into his room. He was sitting before the open drawer, his shorts and skivvies around his ankles. As he pored over the dirty pictures, he fondled his hard-on. He stroked the skin back and forth slowly.
She was fascinated as Nicky leaned back against the foot of the bed and seized the length of his meaty tusk in both fists. The slender boy's breathing became raspy as he began beating his meat.
"Nancy! Selma!" he gasped. His legs stretched out, feet skidded apart as he flogged his peter faster and faster. He threw his head back, eyes rolling as he jacked off. "Aaaaaahhh, this is good," he muttered. "I can see why Herbie likes it and does it so much."
Dora felt a soppiness in her panties as Nicky bunched a gob of spit and spat it on the shining head of his hard pecker. "This is the way Herbie does it-juices it up good." The soggy sound was loud in the room and she was tempted to drop her silkies, stride right in and sit her butt or pussy down on his long spike of sex-flesh. "Ooooooohhhhh, Dora," the youth moaned pitifully.
On hearing her name called, she slid a hand into her panties and palmed her hair mound and aching outer lips. She cupped her jutting titties and inched a finger into her hot gash, into her quivering tunnel.
His body began flopping uncontrollably as he jacked off faster and faster. Trembling, Dora withdrew her hands. "Now, I don't think I appreciate this, Nick," she said, forcing her voice to a stern tone.
His face paled with shame. But he couldn't stop and continued masturbating. "Shame on you," she pursued, her cunt aching, her asshole itching and burning as he ejaculated a thick spew of pearly jizz. It arced up and out, spattering his shorts and the floor between his splayed legs.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled. "Herbie does it all the time."
"That little creep," Dora retorted disdainfully, almost mesmerized by the erratic spouting of his cumming peter.
Nicky looked away, trying to throttle his copulating cock, but the thick cum sprayed his legs and drizzled into the sparse growth of hair around his genitals. "He saw Nancy and me -doing it. And he said he saw Selma and me, too," he said, voice guttural with strain and misery.
"That little peeping torn bastard," Dora snorted. "Does Nan and Sel know about it?"
Nicky shook his head, "He spies all over the neighborhood, too. He says he's watched one of his neighbors fucking all sorts of men. Appliance repairmen, the milkman-even the paperboy."
Well, he isn't going to watch us, Dora fretted, almost ruing the end of Nicky's cum. It was intriguing, watching a husky young prick spout jizz. "Well, I don't like your doing this, Nick. Now get those nasty clothes off and clean up yourself.
"There are things you can do instead," she said, tone meaningful.
"Like what," he whined.
"Just think-maybe ask me. But later," she added, turning on weak legs, feeling hot and giddy. She didn't bother to finish dressing, but went to the kitchen and set out eggs, sliced ham and prepared, frozen french fries. "Hurry up," she called, sipping another beer, "breakfast is about on."
She could hear him moving about, distantly. When water ran in the bathroom, she visualized the boy washing his genitalia and her pulse quickened. Nervously, she buttoned the thin wrapper under the chin, really wanting to display her nakedness, but realizing she should profess a semblance of mod-
About the time they were finishing breakfast, Nancy responded to a light knocking at the front door. "What do you want-Herbie?" she frowned at the glitter in his eyes.
"Let me in, Mrs. Kinkaid-Nancy," the narrow-faced, almost skinny kid smirked.
Dislike coursed through her, mingled with fleeting pangs of misgiving. She sought words of refusal as the kid opened the screen door and swaggered into the living room. "What do you want, Herb?" she snapped.
"I've been wondering what members of the school board would say and do, if they got a mysterious letter, " he said smugly.
"A letter?"
Chills of alarm shivered through her as the boy prowled around her, his lascivious eyes on her long, tapering legs below the loose legs of the sunsuit she was wearing. She could almost feel his smoldering gaze on the voluptuous flare of her hips. "What about a letter? What kind of letter?" Nancy muttered, her voice almost a croak.
"You look about as sexy now as you did when I watched you-with Nick rutting between those imagine legs of yours," he ignored the question.
"You're filthy," she managed, her mind steaming, her senses spinning.
"If the board got a letter about you-and Selma
Bowen-making it with Nick, I bet you'd be in plenty of trouble," Herbie chuckled lewdly.
"You're a dirty little bastard," Nancy snarled, unable to keep the fear and hatred from her eyes.
"I might not write such a letter, though," he smirked, finger tips tracing the deep crevice between the sensuous half-moons of her rump. "You won't have to worry none-if you just take off your clothes-like you did with Nick."
"Go-to-hell-Herb!" she gasped, terror and paralysis gripping her. "You horrible, slimy little son of a bitch!"
"Then I write the letter-and send a copy to the newspaper, too," he seemed unperturbed by her curses.
She could see it in his eyes. He enjoyed the way this was going-forcing her to give in to him, hating him all the time and not being able to refuse.
'Take off your clothes," he repeated. "I want see that gorgeous, naked body of yours."
"And," she hesitated, squirming for time and a way out, "what will you do then-I mean, if?"
"After I get a close-up look, I'll decide," he sneered, his squinty eyes running from her bare feet, up her legs to her shivering crotch, to her lean belly to her frantically heaving bosom. His gaze had a wintry touch, his snaky eyes unrelenting. "Do it-what I want-and I won't tell anyone," he said in a softer, gentler tone. "Come on, now, get naked."
Nancy turned her face from his glittering eyes, uncertain how to deter him. The thought formed concretely in her mind that she couldn't avoid humiliation at his hands.
The way he walked about her, pushing his front out, he was flaunting his foul sex-tool. "Maybe I better close the drapes-we should go in the bedroom," she relented, voice weak and sick. She drew the drapes and stood with her back to him.
"This room is just fine," he laughed, voice turning shrill with excitement. "Do it, Nancy; take off your clothes."
Resigned to be the object of his torment, she unzipped the sunsuit to the navel, let it fall from her shoulders and flutter to a heap around her ankles. She stiffened as his cold fingers fumbled at the hooks of her bra. Her breath was painful as the halter drifted away and her breasts spilled free.
With a hand on her arm, he turned her to face him and she felt helpless and debased as he gulped and ogled her nudity. "Panties," he gasped, tearing off his shirt and removing his shoes, socks, pants and shorts. She shivered as his rigid cock swung into the open and he traced his carnal fingers over the sloping, jutting cones of her breasts. When he hooked a finger in the elastic of her panties and stretched it, she slapped his hand.
"I'll take them off-I don't want your filthy hands tearing them," she snarled. Before she could finish stepping out of them, he seized a handful of her thick pubic hair and sent prickly sensations needling into her saucy mound.
"God, Herb," Nancy gasped, "this isn't right. You know that. This is . . . "
"It's gonna be fantastic," he leered.
"Please, Herb," she entreated, an arm folded across her tits, a hand fanned over her genital region.
"I got a good cock for you." He licked his lips. "Just as good as the prick Nick punched into you."
She shuddered violently as he brushed her hands aside and palmed her titties, pinched her nipples.
"This is a terrible thing you're forcing me to do," Nancy protested weakly.
"Feel my cock," Herbie commanded, his fingers biting into the pliant globes of her flesh. His eyes were compelling and she reached with trembling hands, recoiling mentally as she touched his slender column of depraved meat.
She wanted to cower away from him as his hands stroked her soft, resilient flanks, circled her body to cup her firm buttocks. Her hands fell from his burning prick as he pulled her against him, his sticky glans combing through her kinky brush and pressing into the gentle bowl of her belly.
"Eeeeeeeeekkkkkk," she squeaked, trying to stumble back and away from him.
He laughed gloatingly as he pushed her away roughly.
"What? Whaaaaaaaattttt," she cried pitifully.
"On your hands and knees," he chortled, "I wanta watch you gallop around the room with your fabulous boobies joggling and look at your asshole and nifty pecker-pouch."
"You're horrible-more than horrible," she spat at him. But with glaring eyes wavering from his mad gaze, she slowly bent until the palms of her hands were on the carpet.
"Keep your long legs stiff-and GALLOP!" he warbled lewdly, slapping her tightly bunched fanny cheeks.
With a squeal of humiliation, she began lumbering about the room on hands and feet, breasts swaying and bobbing like rubbery pendulums, like un-sacked gonads.
"Fantastic body; nice beautiful tits," he piped, patting her ass as she passed. "Relax your buns so I can see your dark brown place as you romp."
"This will be the first, last and only time, huh, Herb?" Nancy panted, floundering past him, wincing as his hand smacked her bare bottom sharply.
"Oh, Baby, I don't know," he squealed, voice carrying tones of hysteria. "This is the most. Go faster and really make your bottom work and your boobies flop. Boy, my cock aches."
He paddled her bottom again, following her, slapping her obscenely exposed buns with both hands. Soft, sobbing squawks fluttered from her as he lopped beside her, around and around the room.
"You're evil," she screamed at him as the fingers of one hand tickled into her helpless crack and teased her pinched anus while the other hand cracked rhythmically on her red, violated rump.
Nancy stopped suddenly, trembling, as he scratched a fingernail through her cleft, over her bulging anus. It sent electrical sensations sparking through her akin to rapture.
"Oooooohhhhhhh, noooooooooo," she whined and nearly toppled onto her head as he squirreled a finger inside her and his thumb ruptured her burning rectum. She ambled away from him-tried to-as he plodded behind her, finger-fucking her pussy and butt hole at the same time. And his free hand smacked smartly on her bare cheeks as she labored around the room, breathing loudly.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssssssse," she whimpered as he twisted his hand to ream her two holes, thumb and finger pinched the narrow partition between them.
"Oooooohhhhh, you bastard," she sobbed convulsively as he lifted her up on tiptoe with just the leverage of the thumb and finger buried in her twinging rectum and burning cunny. Her arms started to collapse and she rested her cheek on the rough carpet. She was grateful when he relaxed his degrading grip on her anus and pussy and let her slump to her knees. Sobs of humiliation surged through her. She started to cower her belly to the floor, but Herbie whacked her buttocks sharply with the palm of a hand and she elevated her bottom, presenting it to him.
Her body tensed again as he again penetrated her twin orifices with thumb and finger. The earlier pain evaporated, subsiding to a dull burning in her anus and a simmering in her cunt.
Nancy craned her neck and turned her face to peer back at him questioningly, unable to read his narrow, intent face. A mirthless laugh formed in her throat as she wondered whether he, really, knew what to do. Dizzily, she considered helping him-after all, his prick was hard and massive and truly ready to give her. The sharp pointed tip was dripping its male slime as his full erection wobbled and pulsated.
He's never done it to a girl, she mused dully. An alien sense of triumph was worming into her brain. Her eyes squinted as she stared at his long rod, waving and wobbling unhindered beside her left thigh as he finger-fucked her with an almost brutal shoving. Her eyes widened as she watched his husky young nuts roll high in their crinkled sac, fearing he would ejaculate all over the carpet just from his depraved arousal from violating her asshole and cunny.
"Herbie?" Nancy said softly.
He was growling and groaning pitifully, his hand patting her rump, his thumb and finger reaming her holes good. "Herbie?" she repeated, "We won't tell anyone, will we? Not anyone."
A quavering whine escaped his distorted mouth. She stared at his bloated penis and thickened balls. "Does it hurt you, Herbie? Is that what's the matter? Your peter hurts? And your young balls ache, too?"
A spasm shook her as she stared at his massive, swollen genitals. Her senses seemed to focus on the undulating penetration of her anus and vagina.
"Yeeeeeessssss, it hurts-they hurt awful," Herbie whined and whimpered.
Nancy drew a deep breath and tried to wave a hand at him. His eyes were half-pinched shut. Slowly, carefully, she said, "Get squarely behind me, Herbie. On your knees." He shuffled around. "Right behind my bottom, Herb. Scoot up close, Herbie, and take your fingers out of my rear and my pussy. Move up close, Herbie, and get yourself square to my butt. Cone on, now, I'll help you."
The curtain of disgust was drawn back from her mind. As she realized she was inviting the lewd kid to mount her. The wet, hot knob of his prick slobbered on her buttocks, smearing the satiny crowns.
He jabbed at her, his gooey point skidding through the wide canyon between her hillocks and over her itching anus and plowing through her lust-swollen vulva, his hot wand nicking her clit like a branding iron. He punched erratically.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Nancy screeched as her hot hole caught his knob and he reared and plunged. Her steaming cunt crapped his rapier and he plunged it full-length into her sex-scabbard. A sudden lunge plunged his prick into her pussy and his yo-yo-ing balls slapped meatily against her stretched cuntal lips.
He slickered it far out of her and Nancy pushed her rounded fanny back, fearful he was going to take his cock all the way out of her vacillating cunny. For just a moment, he hesitated and the outer lips and inner petals of her hot, slick groove delectably suckled the heavy, quivering flange of his glans. The inner walls of her pussy collapsed in agonizing ecstasy, wanting his lengthy morsel of sex buried back in her innards.
Nancy exhaled pleasurably, her back bowed upward and she eased her cunt back on his goring meat as he fucked it back into her craven, craving pussy. "Exxxxxquisite," she howled, rotating her bottom as he emitted a loud, raucous animal wail, dog-fucking her furiously.
"Aaaaaaggggggghhhhh," Nancy screeched, bracing herself to accept his thunderous prick-pounding. "Eeeeaaaasssssy, Herbie," she whined, getting her bare ass in companion action, "don't go wild and jizz me yetttttt." Quickly, adeptly, she adjusted to his ripping leaps of cock up her enchanted cunt.
The head of his pistoning prick grazed the node of her cervix and careen inward, toward her silently screaming womb. His grunting and heaving increased her erotic excitement. His roaring prick came into her ecstatic cunt with sizzling strokes.
"You're fucking me tooooooo fast," she yelled, tangling the fingers of one hand in her hair as the other hand groped for his swaying balls. A fever was in her, consuming her molten belly and her tingling titties. "Don't fuck me so fast and cum off too soon," she whimpered.
Nancy thought it was his gun starting to pop-pop, but it was her own that began blasting away at his sex-laden cock. The entire core of her pussy was alive and thundering as every nerve seemed to explode in a shower of rapturous sparks.
She couldn't maintain the pace of thrusting her curvy ass backward to match his onslaught-he was fucking her faster and faster. She tensed her body and concentrated on clamping down on his burrowing prick with her fuck-muscles, gripping and milked along the jolting length of his monstrous, marauding prick.
Nancy held his weight as he laid out across her back, his pelvis crushing the loaves of her butt as he rutted with wild, unleashed passion. His arms encircled her narrow waist, one hand mauling a tittie while the other found her Venus mound, teased the kinky mesh and doodled into her slit to tickle her erupting clit.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah," she squealed as he let his hand play across her belly, then again find her dainty gash. Ecstatic flames leaped higher and higher in her loins as he played and toyed with her, fucking with increasing fury of a young fucking machine.
It is especially thrilling when he fingers my clit as his prick knifes into my pussy, Nancy thought dreamily, huffing and puffing, rearing her ass to let her twat take the full thrust of his spearing prick.
Her snatch exploded squishily around his long, rapacious cock that slid slickly, snugly in and out of her. The convulsing walls of her snatch molded neatly around his blood-veined cock, gripping it in a milking action.
"I can cum six or seven times-if you don't blast off your jizz for awhile," Nancy moaned. Her words seemed to stimulate him and he emitted a gurgling carnal growl as he hammered his cock up into her sex-glutted channel.
"I'm gonna cummmmmmmmm now," Nancy panted, shaking her wanton ass back at his powering prick as her passion-tempest reached a new summit of sensual satisfaction.
"Hurrrrrrrrrryyyyyy, Herbieeeeeeeeee," she screamed, rotating her enticing bottom as he drilled his prick into her rampant pussy in hard, drumming strokes. "My pussy's on fire. Blast your jizz in me and let's have fuck-cum-fun together."
The fingers holding his balls clenched and Herbie snorted lustily, his hand fondling her swollen tittie and his hand pressing her blood engorged outer pussy lips against his plundering cock. Her back under him undulated like a snake crawling, but going nowhere. The fingers holding his hot nuts began fondling and goading as he redoubled his fuck-hunchings. "Screw me in deep and relieve my pussy and cuuuummmmmmmmmm with me, Herbieeeeeeeeee," she begged, savoring the instant his jizz would scald and flood her twat.
She reared her ass back against his laboring groin as she sobbed, "Fuck it in deep and blast your jizz in me." She nearly fainted with pleasure as the sudden surge of cum sloshed in a molten stream from the slit in the knob of his cock and splattered through her sex-well.
With each spew, his cock seemed to expand in girth, fully corking her cunt. She couldn't possibly count the throbbing spews of delicious jizz. Idly, she reflected that the ugly, lecherous little beast was hosing more cum into her stormy pussy than she could ever remember.
She had the feeling he had dumped such a copious deluge of sex-juice into her cunt, his pecker was floating around in it, in her pussy, like a giant pickle in mayonnaise. He was gurgling like a mad animal, growling and grunting as he swizzled his red-hot prick around and around in her cock-endearing cunt.
"You do it good, Herbie," Nancy murmured, tone muffled, fearful she might lose his wonderful sex-ram. "Put it in my hot, itching little butt hole." She waited, numb with dread he would yank his cock out of her cunt and leave her still unfulfilled, ass up in the air like a wanton bitch. "Lean back a little-see my asshole pucker, Herbie? Ease your wonderful cock out of my pussy and push in there-and finish having our fuck heaven in my asshole."
Nancy gritted her teeth at the reluctant retreat of his rock-hard cock. She tensed, then forced a relaxation along her bowels. "Oooooooohhhh, be a little gentle, Herbie. But use all the pressure you need to fuck your prick into my hot butt."
She held her breath at the wet fumbling in her wide anal valley. Nancy strained in an effort to loosen her anus. "Oh, push, dammit," she whined. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Slam!
Nancy screamed this time, feeling her insides yield. His column of flesh skewered into her, igniting a thousand fires of ecstasy that raged throughout her grateful guts. He began sawing in and out of her delectably violated asshole and she picked up his rhythm, romping her ass on his massive, young prick.
The room, suddenly, was full of deafening sound and Nancy realized she was screaming for him to pour the prick to her poor, hungry asshole. She was cumming again, in the rectum and in the pussy.
His second load of love-cream exploded deep in her hot butt and she would have collapsed if his cock hadn't held her spindled ass up from the floor. She wondered where he got all the wonderful fuck-cum, but didn't care. As long as he kept hosing his cock in her bowels or her cunt.
Dully, she heard herself telling him, "When you get all your fun fucked out in my asshole, we'll rest a bit, then I'll go down on your nice, big cock and suck it hard for some more wonderful fucking."
Nancy nearly fainted with ecstasy and regret as he extracted his draining cock from her butt. Her eyes went wide with pleasure as he turned her around on all-fours. She opened her mouth obediently as he stuffed it between her lips. As she swallowed his rigid member, she sucked voraciously on the fat, glowing head.
"And I'm gonna get that Selma Bowen, too," Herbie muttered. "And if I can, I'm gonna shaft it to Nicky's sister-in-law."
Nancy nodded her understanding as she bobbed her face on his succulent cock.
CHAPTER TEN
Dora deliberately went to prepare for bed ahead of Nicky that night. She left the door part way open and stripped quickly. She dawdled with a thin nightie until she heard his tread along the hall. As she toyed with getting the filmy garment over her head, she turned back and forth, certain she was exposing herself to his peeking gaze.
Just don't go to bed and play with yourself again, she prayed silently. Then she shuffled into the nightie, smothered it over her curves, stretched it across her feverish titties. When she heard him pass her room, she moved stealthily into the unlit hall, tiptoed to peer into his room.
He didn't even glance back as he undressed and Dora tremored with anticipation as she ogled his lean nakedness. She smiled as he stole to the bureau and took out the "dirty" books and magazines. For a few minutes, before he turned out the light, he sat on the edge of the bed, leafing through the sexy pictures.
His penis filled and rose in twitches. Don't you dare jerk off, Dora frowned, a delicious, sexual turbulence commencing deep in her aching pussy. She was puzzled for a moment when he turned out the. lamp and picked up the flashlight from the nightstand.
Then she understood as the boy huddled under the covers, burrowed under them. You silly, young shit, she pouted, thinking you can deceive me into believing you're asleep with no light on. While, all the time, you're under the quilts and sheet, looking at the pictures with a flashlight. And you'll probably jack off again.
No way, she fumed silently, deftly pulling the nightie off over her head. Her bare breasts were like two smooth-skinned melons in full ripeness on her heaving chest. The frail light escaping from her room and filtering into the hall gave her golden skin a sculpted appearance. The sensation of her twin charmers increased her sexual agitation as they rose and fell, bobbed gently with her excited breathing.
Dora crept silently to the side of his bed, detected a trembling of his body huddled under the covers. Slowly, she sank to a squatting position. "Nick," she whispered. When he stiffened, she put a hand where she guessed his head was.
"Don't be alarmed or scared. You don't have to uncover, if you don't want to," she reassured him.
But he shuffled upward until just his face was visible.
When he drew a deep, unsteady breath, Dora knew that he was embarrassed. His face seemed pale in the dimness of the room. She straightened slightly so he could see her bare breasts as she gently stroked a hand along his right leg, outside the covers.
"What's the matter, Nick?" she whispered loudly. "You had it from Nan and Selma-don't you think mine would be as good as theirs?"
She was absently aware her trench and canal were becoming wet and sizzling. And her sexy aroma wafted warmly, sweetly against her own face and she knew Nicky must smell her, too.
Without taking her eyes from his face, she fumbled for the edge of the covers and worked her hand in. He lurched as her fingertips touched his right knee. Her hand searched, feeling nothing but the smooth bottom sheet. She knew he had those books and magazines under there with him-probably had put them on the far side of his body.
"You saw Cal and Deke doing if to me last night," she cooed. 'They told me that Selma and Nancy told them they had gotten you to give it to them-good. Don't you think my-pusssssssssssy would be as good as theirs?" She made the coarse, obscene word come out in an exciting hiss.
Her hand encountered his, holding the flashlight. She levered her arm upward, but could see nothing under the covers. He had turned off the light. Firmly, she took it from his nerveless hand.
"Lie very still," she cooed, smiling hotly at him in the gloom of the small room. She scooped the covers into a tent and pushed her head inside. She leaned to him, getting her titties and shoulders in there with his warm, tense, naked body.
She flicked on the light and stifled a gasp of pleasure. The light washed over his genitalia, his half-hard cock and ripe nuts lolled out from between his legs. She inched forward until she could breathe hotly on the unskinned glans.
Her heart bounced and a bubbling excitement shook her entire nude body. Holding the flashlight's beam squarely on his nice peter and nuts, she stroked his right thigh as soft as a feather.
"Uuuuuuuuuuullllgggggggghhhhhhhhh," Nicky glugged, his legs drifting open.
Dora winced as a sweetness wrenched her pussy and there was a fluttering in her wet, swollen trench. She touched his hot rubbery dong and it twitched an inch longer and definitely stiffened.
Her pussy gaped open and ached with painful emptiness. Her inner thighs were becoming slick and sticky from the seep of her juices. The golden fleece was soppy and clinging. As her fingers closed on his plump barrel, his young nuts rose in the thick skin of his scrotum.
Dora parted her lips slightly, held his cock steady, fingers closed just behind the coronal flange of the hot head. She toyed with the knob with her tongue and kissing lips. As he groaned and shuddered, she sucked in the head of his prick as if it was a big grape and savored his earthy flavor.
She was reassured when he reached to pat the back of her head, fingers kneading her neck. "You like having your nice, big cock sucked, don't you, Nick?" she mumbled, her tongue and lips and cheeks devouring the fully expanded head of his rigid prick.
"You saw the pictures of a girl doing this-going down on a guy's delicious cock-and him doing it to her cunny with his mouth," she muttered heatedly, gobbling more and more of his tantalyzing cock into her frenzied mouth and gullet.
"You know what to do, don't you, Nick?" She worked her face on him, mouth-fucking him slowly, teasingly. She wondered whether he would cooperate if she offered him her pussy to eat.
Tentatively, he began turning from his right side onto his back. Dora's hot mouth followed him, keeping his thick prick firmly lodged in her devouring mouth.
She withdrew slightly, mumbled around the juicy head of his cock, "Hold up the covers and let me slip in with you." Movement of the quilts and sheet created a cool stir of breeze on her feverish body as she crawled up over him. "Good," she purred as he arranged the covers over them.
Dora positioned her knees against his ribs, her feet on either side of his head. She placed the flashlight down, between his spread legs so she could watch his balls loll, see her mouth acting on his long sex-stem.
A heavenly tremor cascaded through her as Nicky brought his hands in contact with the inner planes of her silky thighs. Obediently, sucking ravenously on his cock, she spread her legs and brought her golden crotch down toward his face. His caressing hands on her legs, thumbs nudging her pussy lips ignited a raging fire of longing in her grinding loins.
A building rumble of orgasm built in her womb as he kissed the tender, erotic places of her inner thighs and his thumbs gouged tentatively for her hole, pursing through her lust-bloated pouch. His nose nudged her puckered anus and he blew his breath, hot as a furnace blast into her raw flesh-pot.
When his tongue lanced into her furrow, tickled into her tiny, convulsing cunt, she nearly blew up, gobbled the entire length of his now gigantic cock into her swallowing throat.
She sucked firmly, gratefully as the boy under her began licking her cunny, his lips sucking in the inner petals, his tongue exploring around her fully tumescent clit.
"Aaaaaaagggggggggggggg," Dora bleated, snuggling her pussy smile onto Nicky's face. An explosion of ecstasy seemed to blow her insides apart as his mouth suctioned around her fluttery entry and his tongue stabbed into her honeyed twat.
She rubbed her hot, sticky gash on his face, tingles of pleasure rippling through her as his nose poked against her burning, itching anus. "I wish you could get something in my asshole," she whimpered.
Without expecting it, she nearly lost his mouth on her snatch as he rammed two fingers into her snug butt hole, stretching outward until her rectum was an obscene grin.
But the pain was momentary as he began fingering her back hole, one finger stabbing in as the other slid out. His cock began going off-bang-bang-wham-wham-as her mouth ravished his sweet-fuck-meat.
For a delirious second, Dora was disappointed. But, intuitively, she knew the young stud writhing under her would be able to manufacture fun-cum as fast as she could fuck-suck it out of his rampantly blasting cock.
Dora moaned and she flattened her snatch against his swigging mouth that was driving her to the brink of sexual frenzy. The fingers he was working in and out of her asshole and the tongue swizzling in her sizzling snatch catapulted her into a paralyzing orgasm and all she could do was rub her hot boobies on his belly and gulp her tongue around his erupting prick.
His cock throbbed so lovingly in her cum-guzzling mouth and her skin felt creepy-crawly as erotic thunder blasted away at her innards. Asshole and cunny cum at the same instant, she thought dizzily. She sighed unsteadily as the flutters reached a crescendo of jagged lightning, then ebbed.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHH!" she yelled incoherently, yearning for his massive prick in her glutinous cunt. Still sucking his cock vigorously, she withdrew until only the plump plum was between her lips. She wasn't sure how she accomplished it, but she began turning about, keeping her twat snuckled to his face.
One of her hands always had his joyous meat as she squatted on his face, her back to his delectable manhood. She held up the flashlight to study his half-closed eyes as he continued eating her pussy. She leaned back, her arms extended to take his rigid member, to jack him off and keep him hard.
"Want to let me top-ride your cock?" she wheeled, rotating her twat on his plundering, cunt-sucking mouth. "I'd like a cunt-fucking-then-maybe-a hot corn-hole-job."
In reply, his tongue scooped hot honey from her cunt and he pressed his nose against her quivering clit. Dora trembled and jacked him off, albeit a little clumsily. But her demanding fingers kept his cock at full staff.
"Did you corn-hole Nancy and Selma?" she panted. "Did they scream? I bet your wonderful prick really made 'em squirm and shiver-up their cunts or in their assholes."
The creak of the bedsprings told her that she was jostling her twat up and down on his mouth and diving tongue. Reluctantly, Dora scooted her snatch from his face, skidded it stickily down his body until the hot, wet knob of his cock poked her at the flare of the hips. She took away one hand to use it to support herself as she lifted her fanny.
Deftly, she jockeyed his cock into position and brought her enraptured pussy down on his spine of flesh. "Aaarrggggh," she squalled as her empty sex-cavern was crammed full of lovely love-flesh.
His hips bobbed upward, driving his spike of young lust past her tormented cervix, the head of his cock spearing toward her womb.
Momentarily, she pressed fingers into her abdomen, feeling, she thought, the welt of his massive invader in her belly. Stinging twinges shot spark-like through her innards as he hunched and rotated his cock inside her grasping snatch.
"Oooooooohhhh, God," Dora whimpered with unrestrained rapture, grinding her ass and golden-webbed cunt against her lurching body.
With her pussy nursing the hard prick solidly imbedded up between her spraddled legs. Dora paused. She took his hands from his belly where his fingertips pressed into her pulpy, gold-meshed mound and lifted them. Nicky nodded solemnly, his mouth open, eyes wide and glittering. She placed them over her turgid titties.
"Squeeze them lovingly, Nicky," she wheedled, tongue lolling over her dry lower lip as his fingers kneaded, as her slick berry tips were nipped. "God, yeeeeessssss, that's the way to love my boobies, Nickyyyyyyy."
Dora planted her hands on his shoulders, stiffened, bowed her back slightly and began fucking him, hinged at the knees only. She was dizzy with ecstasy as she let his long prick slide out of her. She brought her ass back down to recapture his prick, rubbing her buttocks against his muscle-tensing thighs.
"We fuck really gooooooood," she whinnied, her sex muscles grinding around his gliding cock. His hands working on her tits sent rapturous tides boiling downward to crash violently deep in her aching twat.
He began waggling his hips back and forth, hunching his groin to her downward push to dive his cock to his lust-gorged balls in her sex-soppy snatch.
"Up-fuck real fast and hard when I slam-bang my pussy down on your fabulous cock," Dora breathed in rapid, short pants.
His ass lurched and she shimmied her cunny down his hard pole of flesh. "Keep your prick raised and I'll slam down with my pussy," she gasped, her clit like a red-hot coal in the stretched crease of her sex.
The pressure of his fingers biting into her burning, stinging tits told her how excruciatingly delicious her hot pussy was around his pillar of flesh. Nicky sobbed softly, his eyes pinched shut. His head lofted into the air as she brought her body down on his cock with demanding violence.
"Don't cum yet," she pleaded, an erotic shudder of rending magnitude seeming to smash her insides. She rested atop him his hard prick soaking in her quivering cunt. A crooning sound sifted from her throat as she methodically rocked her body up and down on his passion-plunger.
"Your nice, big prick fills me good," Dora whimpered, tears of enchantment rolling down her cheeks to splash on his heaving chest. She nodded as Nicky began rocking his hips upward to meet her downward plunge. When she sailed high, the inner petals of her pussy blossom leached around his prick. When she catapulted downward, they were sucked back into her torrid vagina by the thickness of his cock as she was again penetrated.
"I like all your cock in my cunt," Dora whined, bringing her frantic ass down, his prick lancing deep into her body. His hands alternately mauled and tore at her ripe melons and loved them tenderly. "Brace your feet, bring your legs up against my butt and really up-fuck into me," she begged.
Nicky cried out softly, as if in agony, as her ass began flying in jolting, energy-sapping assaults. Her sobs of pleasure were like a little girl crying and the only other sound was the warm ones of meat snocking into meat.
The head of his prick expanded and stretched her insides as her sphincters goaded along his pistoning shaft. "I'm fuckin' myself good on your cock," Dora wept softly.
Nicky's hands left her tits and slid to her flanks to steady her as she bucked and bounded and lurched over him as she drilled the heavenly hole between her parted legs with his mammoth cock.
Dora crooned plaintively as her pace steadied, his cock pounding into her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she reeled through a pleasure-tempest that nearly toppled her from atop his sweating, laboring body. "Don't cum 'I'll I blast again," she gasped in an anguish of wanton pleasure.
Suddenly, there was no holding back for him and Dora knew it as she felt the vibrations of his cum-pump start along his shaft. "Ooooookay, go ahead, Honnnnnnnnney," she yelled as he pulled the trigger deep up her twat and exploded a tremendous flood of jizz that shattered her snatch.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jesus," she wailed, grinding her ass on his thighs as she wobbled her twat on his erupting prick. "Fabulous, a cock spewing jizz in me," she sighed, her cunny walls milking his imbedded cock.
Then, with his prick stiff firing, she lifted her bottom, deftly adjusted the angle and ripped her asshole down on his tender cock-head.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhh! Aaaaaaiiiieeeee!" Dora screamed as she impaled herself on his cock. But the redhot poker in her bowel, showering her innards with liquid fire, launched her into an asshole cum.
"Niiiiiicky," she squalled, slowly collapsing on him, pressing a tit to his face, a nipple into his gasping mouth. "Suck my boobie and keep on cummmmmmming in my butt hole."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A petrifying chill held Selma immobile as she held the telephone in a clammy hand. "You've heard about me and Mrs. Kinkaid-Nancy-haven't you, Mrs. Bowen-Selma? Sure, you have. She told you all about it, now didn't she?"
My God, she thought, the little beast must have been watching for Deke to leave for the club with Cal. What would happen if he did write those filthy letters like he told Nan.
"I meant what I said-all of it," Herbie's voice came over the wire, slimy as a snake's-if a snake talked. "You just get your nuts in the mood for cracking, take a blanket out to your car and drive out the highway to the old potato processing plant. Nobody's there this time of the year. Get your imagine fanny in a hustle-right now."
I won't do it, Selma fumed. But she took a folded blanket from the hall closet and slipped out the front way and around to the car-so Nancy wouldn't see her. As she drove through town, she watched the rear view mirror for sight of the lecherous neighborhood kid. The entire core of her being was as frigid as ice.
Nancy hadn't been too explicit about what she had had to do with Herbie-just nodded assent that he had taken her "every way you can thing of, Sel."
Hatred and cold apprehension gripped her as she drove between two long, deserted packing sheds so that her car was hidden from the asphalt road on the south and the dusty gravel road to the west.
"I won't," she muttered bitterly, heart loping with dread and fright when she heard tKe sound of an approaching motorbike.
In seconds, Herbie rode up and stopped at the driver's side, jazzed the engine a few times and shut it off. Before he said a word, she snarled at him, "You're a rotten little bastard. And I won't do whatever it is you want."
His thin, pale lips curled in a contemptuous leer. "Well, what I want to do is fuck. And you and I are going to fuck. Bring the blanket?"
Selma swallowed painfully, her gaze wavering from his glittering eyes. "Yes."
"Get out," Herbie said, flinging his right leg back off the bike. "Come on, get out. And bring the blanket."
Sick with dread and disgust and shame, she slowly opened the door and slid out, dragging the folded blanket with her. She stood facing him, mouth dry, fighting to find words to spew out her hatred at him.
She struggled momentarily as he took her arm, then let him guide her forward.
"Spread it out on the ground," he ordered as they stood facing each other.
"Where?" Selma asked faintly.
"In front of the car, on the ground," he said sternly.
Selma circled him as if he were diseased and stared through tears of desperation and futility at the dusty ground. Slowly, she shook out the blanket and spread it, slowly, neatly. Anxiety created a sharp, dreadful pain in her bowels. Just as she looked up, Herbie dropped his pants and shorts and peeled off his shirt.
'Take off your clothes," he said tersely, smugly.
"Please, dear God, no, Herbie." She retreated. But her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and she grudgingly removed it. She peered at his naked frame covertly. His body is so frail, she thought. But her eyes gaped wide. But, my God, his hard peter isn't. To her, it was a long, thin rapier, standing out grotesquely in the clean, clear summer light.
Her guts crawled as he mockingly jacked off with both hands and waggled the knob of his cock at her. "Get naked," he demanded, dancing before her. senses numb, she loosened the button of her shorts and skidded the zipper, the loose-fitting garment falling around her sandaled feet.
"Fantastic, beautiful legs," he marveled lewdly, nodding, and she pushed down her panties, removed the bra that seemed to be strangling her. She picked up her clothes and tossed them onto the hood of the car. She stared at him in rebellion for a moment, then it melted away.
Wherever his blazing eyes touched her skin, she felt as if branded. "You like to fuck, Mrs. Bowen--Selma? You've screwed Nick?" His tongue flopped out of his mouth obscenely.
Her mouth worked dumbly and she peered away. "Just once," she murmured in an apologetic tone, not knowing why she had said it, admitted her body had been possessed by Dora's brother-in-law.
His laughter was a triumphant cackle as he strutted forward, his peter weaving in air, balls swinging. Their complete nakedness, with the spread blanket on the ground, seemed unreal. She was disgusted with herself. She couldn't swing her gaze from his husky, young, lecherous genitals. It was as if they had a mesmerizing effect on her.
"Where do you want me? How do you want me, Herbie? Want me on my back and you on top, between my legs? Or, do you want to fuck me dog-fashion?"
His mocking laughter would have infuriated her, if she hadn't been conquered in spirit already. "Down on your knees," he leered.
She settled to her knees, her jutting tits on a line with his mid-thighs. "Noooooo!" she screamed with stark understanding as he strode onto the blanket.
"You can fuck me all you want-but not that!"
He twiddled his fingers and she slowly gave him her hands. Tears flowed from her eyes as he curled her slender fingers around his hot balls.
"Suck me," he said, the harshness of his voice made ludicrous by the high-pitched tone.
Unbidden, her fingers worked caressingly on his hard balls. She blinked away the tears to clear her vision as she watched his hard pecker twitch and expand. She could smell the earthy, musky aroma of his ready sex, mingled with the perfume of soap. A t least he's clean, her mind acknowledged.
Selma stared at the slick, dark glans, at the slit in the very tip. Instinctively, she licked her lips, trembling as he laid a hand on the crown of her head, gently tousling her auburn hair.
"Please?" she begged.
"Awwwww, go ahead," he laughed softly.
Selma swallowed hard and nervously raised her chin, putting her lips on line with his pungent-smelling meat. She bent forward-the dark plum was a full, appetizing morsel, her mind quavered and her lips parted, her tongue slipped out.
A shower of sparks were ignited in between her legs as she dabbled the tip of her tongue across the fleshy knob. Her tongue curled back into her mouth briefly with a little scoop of his clear honey.
She licked again, tasting a sweet-saltiness licked again and again, running her tongue from the sag of his scrotum, up the underside, along the sides, down the top and back again.
Selma didn't know whether he hunched his butt or she leaned forward, but she lapped the bulb of his prick into her hot, wet mouth. Her cheeks closed against it, her tongue pressed the tasty head of his cock against the roof of her mouth.
Her eyes sought his for a moment, veered away from his flashing eyes. Instinctively, her fingers tightened on his balls and pressed into the root of his succulent cock. Her tongue curled raspingly around the head of his eager dick and it sprang forward with increasing life. She sucked hard on his oozing glans and he hunched.
Her fingers closed on his quivering balls and one of his knees crushed into one of her smooth breast cones. He pressed forward and Selma took a wad of his meat forcefully far back in her mouth. She glug-glugged, swallowing and sucking cock as if fearful it would strangle her. She milked his sac of goodies as the head of his cock rammed into the curvature of her throat. She rose slightly, bent his cock out straight from its base and the massive knob crammed her gullet.
Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, swizzling and curling and licking at the massive cock completely stuffing her face. His balls crawled around enchantingly in their symmetrical sac. An excitement boiled in her when he groaned as she let her teeth bite into his slowly moving prick.
She weaved her face from side to side so that the slick head of his prick slithered from cheek to cheek in her vacuuming mouth.
A gloating shaped in her mind as she realized she was taking all he had with no great difficulty. And his painful bleating filled her with a sense of triumph. The louder the youth groaned, the harder she sucked on his in-and-out fucking cock.
With one hand clinging to his passion-loaded balls, the other rubbed across his hip point and her palm flattened on his tense, lean butt, holding his groin to her forehead as she began mouth-fucking him with a greed she didn't know was in her.
Selma craned her neck, stretching it out straight so his prick could make straight fuck-strokes into her squirming, swallowing throat. As he pulled his dong out, she slurped hungrily, swallowing and guzzling the juice he secreted and her saliva.
And she kept her tongue weaving maddeningly along the length of the underside of his pistoning prick. Her fingers tightened on his big, hot nuts as he fucked her face with increasing lust and haste. She worked fingers into the crack of his ass and gouged at his tight butt hole.
Her jaws ached from her mouth stretched out of shape around his goring cock and her hand closed roughly on his balls. Feeling the beginning convulsion of cum, Selma reamed a finger deep into his rectum. Herbie lunged his prick all the way down her guzzling gullet and he ejaculated with a scream and torrential flood of thick jizz, nearly strangling her.
She recovered quickly, letting his cum flow freely down her throat, into her stomach as she sucked bravely and milked his balls. Each time she screwed the finger around in his redhot anus, he unleashed another powerful squirt of jizz.
Selma would have liked to have seen his contorted face, but was satisfied to finger-diddle his asshole, yank his balls and suck his cock for all her mouth was worth. Almost resentfully, she realized he was about to stop cumming because his hands behind her head began to relax.
Even after he stopped copulating, she continued to suck and lick his cock. With just the fat head between her lips, she looked up at him dreamily, "Want to fuck me now?"
When he nodded dully, she reluctantly released his swollen nuts and eked her finger out of his butt hole. "On my back? Or do you want to mount me from behind and fuck me like that? Maybe in my pussy for awhile, then in my ass for awhile."
As he glared at her, seeming unable to decide, Selma leaned over backward and settled onto the blanket, on her back. She kicked her feet high in the air, legs stiff and spread-eagled, giving him her pussy or her ass-or both.
He stumbled forward and toppled into the saddle of her satiny, creamy things. His dong dripped oozing honey into her dark brown fur piece. "If you'll play with my boobies and snuggle closer, I'll spread open my pussy and guide your nice cock right into my cunny."
As she studied his pinched face, awed expression, a slow, triumphant smile touched her lips. She took his forearms and pulled him into her Veed thighs, placed his trembling hands over her tumescent breasts.
She reached for his genitalia, grabbed his torrid cock far behind the coronal flanges and virtually dragged the head into her gaping furrow, held apart with the fingers of her free hand. His fingers worked as if he were hypnotized by the feel of her gourd-like mounds in his hands.
Selma squirmed, braced her feet next to her buttocks and lifted her crotch in an upward arch as she positioned the head of his prick against her expectant entry. She had to hunch her cunny to him to capture the deep-purple knob in her pulsating vagina.
A squeal of surprise and delight wheezed from her open mouth, the head of his cock like a hot coal soaking inside her straining body. She gathered her strength and tossed her crotch at him. "Come on," Selma rasped, a film of sweat of increasing passion and lust shining on her creamy skin, "go to work. Start fucking it to me. Feed your prick into my ready pussy. Sove your cock to my cunny slow and steady and I'll give you a real hot, juicy fucking, Herbie."
The boy wobbled above her, his fingers like claws on her turgid tits. Slowly, his prick vanished up between her parted legs-like raw meat being devoured by a hairy animal. Selma smiled contentedly, feeling the thick outer labia being stretched into a rubbery ring around the thick bole.
Muscles in her thighs aching, she held herself steady as he humped the last four inches of his cock into her straddle-gash.
Selma felt the sweet strains of slick friction all along her sex-canal as the throbbing, searing head plowed into her, sloped off her cervix and plundered deeper. She emitted a sweet refrain of "fuck it to me good, Herbie," as he grated against her tender asshole. She shook her ass at him to increase the delectable wantonness of being skewered completely.
"Suck my titties," she yelled in his face and pushed on the top of his head, forcing his face to her aching orbs of flesh. "Put your hands under my butt and lift me and stick a finger up my ass and shove your cock in and out fast as you can."
Selma squalled with total enthrallment as his hands palmed the twin moons of her ass, both of his sex-fingers gored her anus and he banged his cock to her fluttering cunt. "Oh, good God, you give me a deep, hot fuck," she panted, shaking her ass, swivel-ing her stretched pussy on his pistoning prick.
Jagged lightning seemed to crash in her spindled pussy and stars danced behind her pinched eyelids as he fucked her into a sudden, shattering orgasm. "You got me cummmming," she howled, up-fucking her pussy on his pounding prick as fast as she could make her legs lever her body up and down.
"Feel my sex muscles loving your prick, Herbie. This is really neat fucking. Plunge your prick to me and keep me blasting my heaven-thunder."
The more he ripped his prick into her hot, wet pussy, the higher she soared into her rending climax. "Keep fucking my cunny fast like that," she begged. He was snorting and grunting as his slobbering mouth devoured one of her hot, aching titties.
"Dig your fingers deeper in my cumming asshole," Selma howled as she curled her shapely calves across the small of his back, locked her ankles over the crown of his laboring ass.
"You should have-YOU HAVE-a clean, straight shot with your prick between my legs, into my snatch," she gasped, eyes wide but blind with her mounting lust. His pace quickened and she knew he was getting there, that her greased pussy had brought him all the way out and she had all the cock he would ever raise buried in her milking twat.
She admired his stamina, the way he kept right on screwing her cunt while he filled her well to over-' flowing with his steaming jizz, making her pussy smoke and boil.
"Wonderful fucking," she yelled encouragement to the sweating, huffing-puffing boy. "Now that Nan and I have you, we'll have all the cock our cunnies want and need. We may just fuck and suck and have you corn-holed to death before school starts."
When he started slack off, she dug her heels into his ass, pushing them into the crack of his butt, forcing him to keep up his coital rhythm. Her insides were gurgling with sexual eagerness.
"My asshole is burning for your cock, Herbie," she cooed, her legs locking him between her legs, keeping his magnificent young prick socked away in her caressing pussy. "In a little bit, I'll let you rest-then I'm going down on you again and suck you back to full hardness and you can fuck my ass. After you give me my slam-bang corn-hole fun, I'll give you another blow-job-really suck you off and you can screw me in the pussy some more.
"Then, I'll help you load your motorbike in the trunk of the car and we'll go to Nan's place and you can take turns going down on you."
A fury of passion was consuming her as her cuntal muscles grasped his cock as if they had teeth. "I think we'll be able to go at it all day-fucking and sucking and you eating out our pussies," she chortled, letting him up. "Want a rest? Or can you corn-hole me right now?" she smiled, taking a four-point stance.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dora didn't have a chance to push her head under the covers of Nicky's bed and blow his horn for reveille. When she got up, dressed in jeans and a light plaid shirt, she found him sitting on the railing of the front veranda.
It was just about the same hour as Selma took the telephone call from Herbie, put the blanket in her car and went out to the spud packing sheds for her round of pussy-pricking.
For a minute or more, Dora stood at the screen door watching the immobile youth as he stared in a forlorn manner down toward the river. Her heart pounded with the thought that he might be feeling remorse about their escapade the night before.
Uncertain, she fixed a smile on her lips, adopted a carefree, almost jaunty attitude and strolled outside to stand next to him. "It's beautiful up here in the mountains, isn't it?"
When he merely nodded, she patted him between the humped-forward shoulders and tousled his dark hair. "Hey, what's the glum-glums for?" Her voice softened, grew husky. "Nick, you aren't feeling bad about-what we did last night, are you? I wouldn't have you feel like that at all. Besides, what the heck? I'm a woman; you're a well-developed young man. And we both know that each of us needs it. I do need your handsome-ripe prick-and you need my-hot, vibrant alive pussy. Soooooooo, shake the blue-blues, okay?"
"Not that, Dora," he said slowly. "I was just thinking-oh, last night was terrif-about what that Herbie said. And I don't tell him anything about Nancy and me and Selma and me. He knew."
Dora hugged his waist, crushing her unbraed breasts against his tense back. "Oh, pooh. That's down there; we're up here. Forget it."
Nicky pressed his back against her warm boobies, his butt to her crotch. "He said he was going to get them-probably already has. And he said he was going to get to you, too."
For a moment, Dora felt a chill thread its way along every nerve fiber in her body. Cold sparks showered through her cunny. She thought swiftly. "Like hell. We don't even have to ever go back to Caldwell. I will sell the house and we can live here year-round. You can go to school in Cascade. And if he should ever come up here to try to put the make on me-I'll take steps. Don't forget about that-I'm not," she said, all worry evaporating.
"What say I fix some grub and we take it down to the river, explore the property?" she said brightly. "While I was waiting for you to arrive from Seattle, I wandered over it. I found some really neat places to make love."
When he turned his head to look at her, she kissed him wetly, kipped her tongue teasingly into his astonished mouth. "Yep, lots of secret, secluded places for us to have some woooooooonderful fucking, Nick. Come on. You can carry the six-pack of beer and I'll just sack up some fixin's for sandwiches and such."
While Nicky prowled up and down the river, Dora settled onto the soft, cool, matted grass, her back braced against the bole of a tree. She sipped a beer and watched his sinuous movement along the quiet, deep pool, wondering what he was thinking.
When he returned to her, stood looking down into her questioning eyes, she felt her heart thump, knowing darned well what was on his young mind.
"Feel like doing it-now-here?" he asked hesitantly, not quite sure of himself.
Dora pouted to obscure a smile. "Do what? Here?" she asked innocently, inwardly teasing him. "You know," he said huskily, a hand going tentatively to the top button of her shirt, slipping it from the worn eye.
"Somebody might come along that little public road we crossed," she demurred, not resisting further unbuttoning of her shirt.
As he spread the shirt open, letting her opulent titties tumble forth, she sipped the beer, loving the sweet nuances that were beginning deep between her legs. He squatted facing her and fondled her choice melons, caressing the dainty tips.
She moved the bottle from hand to hand as he removed the shirt and dropped it beside them. "Uuuuuuummmmm," she sighed as his hand scooped into her crotch and pressed her pussy through the thick jeans. Her head rested back against the tree as he lifted one of her smooth, jutting cones and his mouth captured a succulent portion, his tongue tickling the reddish nipple, sending sweet needles of pleasure stinging down through her body to prickle deep in her pussy.
Carefully, Dora undid the fly of her jeans and spread the fly. She took his wrist and guided his hand inside her panties, his fingers combing through the golden mesh across her sensitive mound.
She scooted out to lie flat on her back and he followed her down, his tongue licking at the tumescent berries, up the creamy undersides of her fleshy globes. "Push my pants and panties down, Nicky," she whispered, pushing at her clothing. "Get my crotch bare so you can play with me."
With his mouth clinging to one of her aching tits, he used both hands to shove her clothing to her knees. Dora used her feet to work them down, toed them off so she lay naked on the cool grass.
His left had rubbed the gentle bowl of her belly, found her tingling slot. "Aaaah-aaaah-ah-ah-ah," she purred softly as a finger sliced her wet sweet fruit and tickled her fun berry.
Her left hand stretched and she palmed his fertile fruit. Her fingers pried the buttons of his pants open and she wiggled her hand inside the gaping fly. "Ah, yessssssss," she hissed pleasurably as her fingers closed in a passionate grip on his thickening, hardening peter. She arched her famished pussy to his fumbling, exploring fingers.
"You passed my hole," Dora whispered, tugging his cock into the open. "Find my pussy and finger-fuck me a little bit." Her middle heaved and writhed as he dipped a finger into her coiling cunny. "You got me dead center between the legs and up my twat," she murmured, her free hand caressing the nape of his neck, encouraging him to suck and nibble her aching nipple.
As she jacked him off, getting him a full erection, Nicky pushed his clothes off over his butt and pawed them down around his ankles. "That's the way," Dora crooned, as he maneuvered so she could get a better hold on his heated cock.
Her ass bucked erratically as his diving finger sent tremors of ecstasy flowing through her loins. "Want me to suck your cock for a little bit? I like the taste and feel of your big prick fucking in and out of my mouth."
"Ooooooh, golly," Nicky moaned, hunching his prick into her goading hand. "I don't want you to jizz from being jacked off,"
Dora cautioned. "If you get too close, stick it between my legs, or let me flop around to suck your cum out with my mouth."
She snuggled her nakedness against the grass and drew her legs higher, knees fanning side. Even the grass tickling the globes of her fanny added to her consuming passion. "Keep on finger-fucking me, Nick," Dora panted, pushing his face from her turgid titties.
She twisted her body and tugged at him. Getting the idea, he stretched out beside her. Dora turned her head and kissed the tip of his fat knob as she milked her fingers along the pulsating shaft.
"Uuuuuuummmm, yummmmmy," she gurgled, curling her hot tongue around the glistening glans, the tip dabbling behind the solid flange. "Wish I was getting fucked and corn-holed at the same time I'm sucking your cock;" she murmured; almost wistfully; her mouth absorbing his plump plumb.
"Just lie still and let me do my thing with my mouth on your nice, tasty prick," she purred, wiggling to get a hand on his balls, the other squeezing the base of his heavy prong.
He was able to hand-love her right tit as his left hand continued its play in her hairy crotch. He dipped a thumb and index finger into her roiling snatch and he rubbed his big finger through her exposed crack.
'Eeeeeeeeyyyyyyyiiiiimmeeeeeeeeee," Dora squealed, tone muted, her bottom lurching with ecstasy as he nudged her chocolate-hued anus. "Go ahead," she encouraged, "put a nice finger im me there, too."
Her eyes fluttered wildly as he pressed with a stiffened finger. "Aaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhh," she blubbered as his finger invaded her rectum. "Oooooooooooo," she mewled as the flicker of pain was ignited into a raging inferno of lustful delight.
"Go-go-go-go," she yelled, "finger-fuck both my hot holes." And she pushed her face, taking inch after inch of his masterful cock into her ravishing mouth.
She watched him raise his head to watch his fingers probing her twin orifices. "Give my holes fast finger-reamings," Dora gasped, sucking voraciously as she bobbed her face on his fuck-rod.
Dora paused a moment to tongue the aromatic head of his pulsating prick. "I'm gonna cum in both my ass and my cunt," she panted, "so pleeeeeeease finger-fuck me real fast and as deep as you can."
As he obeyed, she resumed fucking all of his cock into her greedy throat, her teeth scraping along his fat barrel to goad him with agonizing pleasure. Her belly was churning frantically and her asshole was an inferno from his relentless gouging.
Her screams of passionate abandon were corked in her throat by the expanding girth of the head of his cock. She sucked as hard as she could and played her tongue along the tender underside of his quivering spike of flesh.
"Oooooohhhh, Nickkkkkkk," she blubbered, sucking frantically and fucking her mouth vigorously on his prick, Tm cum mmmmmming!" Her ass danced wildly on his dual skewerings of her anus and pussy.
Her silky thighs closed against his darting hand and her belly. She curled an arm over his butt, held his lean cheeks, pressing his groin to her chin, keeping his pulsating prick buried in her guzzling throat as he spewered her face cavity full of thick, pearly jizz.
His flood of cum was so copious, Dora had the sensation she was drowning in it. She swallowed deeply, and her tongue milked out another deluge from the gaping slit in the tip of his prick.
"I love sucking cock," she gasped, coming up for air, diving her mouth back down on his long, thick stem of flesh. When his flow of cum finally subsided, she slid his cock from her mouth and lovingly licked all around the spasming column of flesh.
As her own pleasure ebbed, she continued working her ass on his impaling fingers and held his balls so she could lave them delicately, tenderly with her cum-coated tongue.
"I bet your cock is so long, you could straddle me, sit on my gut and you could fuck off between my titties and I could suck the head of your cock at the same time," she marveled, sucking one of his finger-isolated nuts into her mouth.
She winced as Nicky withdrew the finger from her butt and spaded four fingers into her fluttering cunt. "Hey?" She opened her legs tentatively, muscles quivering to close them in protest, but the gouging sent ripples of animalistic delight roaring into her boiling hole.
"Yeah, okay, good-I think you know what you're doing, Nick. I like it. But don't shove your whole hand into my snatch and stretch it like a laundry basket." She wallowed his nut from cheek to cheek with her tongue, relaxed her twat tunnel as he quickly brought her out and around to a new session of cum-bang-bang-cum.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After a time, they pulled on their clothes, headed up the hill away from the river, sipping beer. "Some of those pictures," Nicky began as she led him into a shadowy glen of trees and bitter brush.
"Don't tell me about it-show me," Dora glowed, turning to face him, opening her shirt and pulling his face into the deep valley between her feverish titties.
She laughed with nervous, merry excitement as Nicky groped at her jeans. "I'm gonna wear out my clothes by taking them off and putting them on," she groaned, stepping back and undressing.
She winked at him, shook her blonde hair as Nicky hastily stripped. They hung their clothes side by side on branches of a thick bush. "What did you have in mind, young stud?" she twinkled, stepping forward, hips swaggering, feeling his limp, red meat.
She clung to his genitals as he mauled her boobies with alternately demanding and gentle hands. "Yah, okay," she muttered as he pushed. She surveyed the grassy and pine-needled ground briefly, then stretched out on her back.
She slung her arms out wide, lifted her head to watch him as he sank to his knees between her parted feet. Her eyes squinted as she stared at his face, his gaze riveted to her fleecy crotch.
"Want to try that, Nick? I'd like it-if you really feel like you want to," she whispered, breath excited and harsh.
She reached to place her hands on his shoulders as he leaned to her. She drew her legs up, her knees against his ribs. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeee," she whimpered as he licked her heaving belly, poked the tip of his tongue into the cute dimple of her belly button.
Her middle writhed as he sucked her navel, kept his wet tongue swizzling in her perfect belly pucker. "I saw this in some of those pictures," Nicky grunted, his tongue trailing over her smooth, white tummy. He skipped over her thick, silky brush and the tip of his tongue delved experimentally into the beginning crease of her gash.
"Do you think you'll like eating pussy?" Dora asked solemnly, hoping, hoping, praying. "Just a sec," she muttered, putting her hands on her hips, levering them high in the air in the station of a bicycle exercise.
"Beautiful," Nicky groaned, his tongue stabbing into her swollen-lipped furrow.
"Better?" Dora let her breath out anxiously.
His head bobbed and his tongue laced into her slick, red slash. Dora let her feet and calves out-dangle as she kept her sexy saddle wide open for his face.
"How does my pussy taste-to you?" she fretted, an agony of delight shimmering through her womb.
"Uuuuuuuummmmm," Nicky replied, the tip of his tongue on her distended clit, slipping down her trench to glide into her pussy cleft.
"Meeeeee, tooooooo," Dora responded tremulously. "Eat me good and deep, Nickyyyyyyy," she sobbed, a fast orgasm taking shape in her cunt depths.
He stuck his tongue deep into her hot sex-cranny and wobbled his face back and forth to position his lips over her rosy entry.
"We could 69," she ventured, really not wanting him to stop long enough to swing over her, head-to-toe, toe-to-head, so she could suck his cock while he gobbled her pussy.
"Laaaaater," he mumbled, his fingers stretching the taut and rounded cheeks of her ass wide, pushing his thumbs into her scalding, pinching asshole.
"Oooooookay, Lover," she smiled gratefully, tears filming her eyes, blurring the tops of the towering pine trees. "But you aren't getting any fun for you cock, eating out my pussy like this. But if you'll--GOD! I'm cummmmmming!" She tried to loft her ass even higher to increase the pressure of his mouth in her trough and the depth of his tongue in her hot pussy.
"Eat me good," she mumbled, "as I started to say, and you'll get all the cock-sucking your big prick desires."
As her last orgasm dwindled, but wanting to keep her hot edge of passion, Dora patted his head, letting her bottom sag from his mouth. "Do you have a hard-on, Nick? I can't see. But if you do, I'll lift my pussy back up to you and you can ease up over me and shove your cock right up my snatch."
He fumbled upright on his knees and she admired the long, hefty erection. "Ooooooohhh, goooooooood," she whistled. "Give me some powerful fucking before we go back to the house."
She rested her heels on his bare shoulders as he positioned himself before her lofted crotch. She watched, unblinking, as he guided the thick knob into her well-licked gash.
Dora bit her lower lip expectantly as he pressed the head of his cock against her craving cunny entry. "Shove it hard," she breathed heavily, stiffening her body to accept a harsh penetration.
She blinked with impatience as he poked, "aaaaahhh," she sighed as the head popped inside her pussy. "Ram it in hard and all the way," she commanded.
"Aaaaaggggggghhhhh," she screamed gutturally as Nicky slam-bang stabbed his cock up her scalding snatch. "God, you really fucked your cock in hard."
She squinted a his intent face as he looked down at their connection. "Is this a good position, with my butt up off the ground, my pussy raised up in the air?"
She trembled as Nicky grasped her lean flanks and he pulled his prick out a little way, socked it back into her. "I won't be able to help, like this," she continued. "You will have to do it all-all the work-all the fucking for both of us."
She steadied herself on her arms as he adjusted his knees and slowly, tentatively began drilling his prick into her stretched vagina.
"I like it really great," Dora winced with pleasure, clenching her sex-muscles on his thick head and plowing shaft. "If you get your joy okay, start giving your cock to my in deep between my legs. If you slip out," she laughed merrily, "I can expect to get my belly greased-or your big, hard cock rammed in a wicked corn-holing in my butt hole."
The slow glides of his prick into her pussy gave her the impression it was a foot-no, a yard-long. She gritted her teeth and chewed on her lower lip as his plunged became more deliberate-pulling it out until just the head was inside her cunt, then socking it back in fast so that his heavy balls slap-slapped against her uptilted bottom.
He swayed her body from side to side as he would pound his prick to the balls in her pussy and lever it back and forth and up and down. "Goddddddd-damn," Dora wailed in ecstatic gasps as he stretched and pried her cunt-passage, "I never ever dreamed being fucked could be so wonderfulllllll."
His eyes would fasten for awhile on her lolling, rolling boobies, then swing to her flushed, contorted face as she concentrated on the deep horning her was giving her pussy.
"Fuck this hussy fast," she yelled, shaking her cunt on his pinioning prick. "Make my little pussy smoke and erupt," she whined, straining to clench her sphincters on his plundering prick.
"Tonight we'll sleep together and I'll suck your cock while you eat and lick my pussy," she whimpered, her lust building into another violent tempest as he poured his prick to her pussy in heightening tempo.
Nicky crushed his groin against her love mound as his prick went off with a crash in her cunt. "You darned guy," Dora wailed, "you shot your jizz in me before I was ready." Her voice trailed away in an erratic shriek. "I can catch up and cum," she groaned, wobbling her ass and straining to climax.
A little later, as they sat side by side, drinking a beer, Dora played with his puffy prick. "Why dress to go back to the house? We'll just undress when we get there-or before-and do it some more, huh?"
Nicky carried the sack they hadn't opened and the beer empties as Dora preceded him with their clothes bunched in one arm. She led down a game trail with her free hand clamped firmly around his tender dong.
"You wait on the veranda," Dora said, taking the sack from him. "Here, open this last beer-we'll drink it together." She left their clothes and the sack of food in the house, returned immediately.
"Got an idea," she purred, floating to her knees before him, lifting his cock and glugging it into her mouth. Her tongue brought out an immediate response. "You'll be hard again in a minute," she twinkled, playing with his aching balls.
Her swallow muscles coaxed the head of his hardening prick into her throat. She hugged both arms around his bare ass, press her forehead into his stomach to let his cock grow to full size in her face. Her tongue arched to nurse the honey drops from the slit in the head, down her stretching throat.
She jacked him off as she maneuvered around him and perched her bare rump on the railing. She kept one hand on a four-by-four post to steady herself. "Reach under my legs and lift them high and lock your fingers behind me, above my ass," she suggested.
"Yep," she said, tone dripping passion, "this will work; I'll put it in for us." She reached for his cock and aimed it at the hot hole in the midst of rose petals of her sexy gash.
Nicky rammed home and her back arched as her pussy took his prick up and in at an angle. "You hit the bottom of my twat, Nickyyyyyyy," she squalled, still clinging to the post with one hand and curling her other arm around his neck.
"Just keep my butt on the rail and start pumping and fucking away at my pussy," she whined. Each time his prick plowed deep, Dora sobbed for more. "Fuck me fast and we'll cum bang-bang and have another beer."
"Can you corn-hole me from this position?" she whimpered, his rapid prick-pounding-into-pussy strokes shattering her. "A man gave me my first fuck-cum-fun when he raped me in a Portland alley-then I got it from some kids in school-then my daddy took over my fuck-needs-then I married Phil-but, you're the best fuck I've ever had," Dora gasped, snuggling her pussy against the base of his cock as he unloaded a hot load of jizz deep in her crawly cunt.
They traded the lone beer back and forth, with his cock still soaking in her pussy. Then they broke their union and slipped inside. While he sipped a beer, she worked naked in the kitchen, making sandwiches. After they had eaten, she pushed him back on the daveno and knelt between his legs.
"I got your poor pecker all red," she made baby talk as she lifted it delicately with the tips of the fingers of both hands "Poooooooooorrrrrrr, abused peter," she clucked her tongue. "Is your pooooooooor, cock-a-doodle-doo sore, Nicky? I know, I'll kiss it and make it well."
Her tone changed instantly to triumph, "Then I'll suck and chew on it and swallow it and make it all red again." She caught the head between her lips, sighed, tongue-loving the big head. "Come on," she mumbled around a mouthful of his sex-meat.
She kept his cock in her mouth, walking like a deformed creature before him. "Let's go to my bedroom," she blubbled. Only when they reached her bed, did she break the connection. Quickly, she clambered to the middle of the bed on all-fours.
"Hurry," she panted, "get behind me. Let me get my head up against the headboard so I can't get away from you." She watched as he crawled on her, hid cock waggling. She reached up under her for it and set the head against her anus.
"You'll have to press and push real hard to make it go in me," she panted. "If I yell or anything, don't mind it; just keep pushing 'I'll you get your nice big prick all the way in my asshole."
Her face screwed up and she strained to relax her back hole. "Push, Nick," she gasped, huddling her body back against the headboard. "Aaaaaaaaarrrr-rrrrggggggggghhhhh," she squalled raggedly as he humped, violating her ass. The knob crowded into her rectum and her back bowed and straightened as he ground his meat into her hot, tight passage.
"It's going, isn't it, Nicky?" Dora moaned. "You're getting your big, hard cock in my butt hole, aren't you? Oooh, it's starting to feel good now. Push in more and more and more 'I'll I have all your prick stuffed up my butt."
She bit her tongue and her lower lip to choke off cries of pain and lust. "Shove it in me-don't stop pushing your cock in me," she gasped, toes curling, fingers tangled in her hair.
"Push your cock as hard as you can; hunch your hips and make my asshole take your magnificent cock," she hummed, feeling bloated in the back hole.
"You have all-or most-of your prick in me now.
Start corn-holing me," Dora panted, rotating her bare bottom slowly. "Start fucking me in the ass and the rest of your prick will go my butt. I'm starting to really like it, Nick, fuck the prick to my ass."
She thrust her exposed, offered bottom back to his inward lunges. "Getting corn-holed with a huge prick makes me feel so dreamy," she crooned, pushing her fingers into her belly, trying to feel the shape of his pistoning prick into her guts.
"I might go to sleep with you fucking your cock off in my ass, but don't let that stop you," she murmured. "Just go right ahead and corn-hole my sweet, tight little asshole.
"And when you do come, just roll us over together on our sides. Keep your spurting prick in my ass and hold my titties. And leave it up me and we'll take a nap. And when we wake up, we'll be all ready; you'll have your prick in me and if it's soft, my butt will make it hard and we can just start right in again--asshole fucking and corn-holing.
"Ooooooohhhh, sweet, wonderful fucking cock in my butt hole," she cooed ever so softly as Nick curled his arms around her waist and found her pussy with his fingers. His prick moved hot and smooth and snug in her ass.
"Fuck my hot ass all afternoon and night," Dora whined. "Never stop your deep corn-holing my loving butt hole."
