"Ah, Dad, do we have to?" asked Pete. He looked down at the toe of his sneaker. He didn't want to leave Michigan, no matter how bad his asthma got. All his friends were here. And he'd spent every single one of his thirteen years here. It wasn't easy to just pull up and move because some grownup said so.
"I'm afraid so, Pete. You know why," answered John Dalquist. He looked at his frail son. The boy may have been thirteen but looked nine. The damp air had taken its toll on the kid. And the way Maureen was always hacking and coughing lately, the move to Arizona was necessary.
"Well, if we gotta, I suppose we have to."
"Right, Son. And don't forget your mother's waiting for us in Tucson. She wrote today."
The boy peered up at his father. There didn't seem to be much enthusiasm as he asked, "What'd she have to say?"
"She's found a house for us. And the school's nearby. She's sure you'll make all sorts of friends there." The man dragged a hand through his wavy black hair. He hated lying like that. He was sure Pete wouldn't be making friends. The boy was so withdrawn and aloof. Maybe it was the asthma, maybe the other kids around here made fun of him because of the coughing all the time. Maybe it would be different in Arizona.
Maybe.
John didn't have any illusions about that. He doubted if it'd be much different at all.
"Hey, Pop, there's a woman here."
John looked up in time to see his sixteen-year-old daughter's head poke around the corner. This was rough on Dawn, too. She was being moved across country simply because of her brother and mother. The girl was more outgoing than the boy; leaving would definitely mean leaving behind friends. And in the sixteen-year-old's case, it meant boyfriends, an obsession with her.
"That must be Miss Campbell. Show her in, Dawn."
"Sure thing, Pop." The girl's head vanished. In a second, she reappeared with the woman in tow.
John felt his cock stiffening. He'd called the agency and asked them to send over a nurse who'd be willing to travel but he hadn't expected anyone like this.
Miss Campbell was about five-foot-flve, perhaps a shade over a hundred ten pounds, and all of it beautifully proportioned. John hardly knew where to look first. The soft brown halo of hair outlined a delicately boned face that had to be created by some master sculptor. But the way her tits thrust impudently forward was what set his cock to hardening.
The woman wore a low-cut dress, hardly the standard nurse's uniform. John's eyes were glued to the bulge of the woman's tits, the way the snowy-white flesh flowed up and strained to burst free. He imagined he could make out the blushing pink of her areolas, but that might have been a trick of the dress pattern. He knew he could see the tiny buds of her nipples.
The nurse wasn't wearing a bra.
But it was hardly necessary with such firmly fleshed tits. The woman looked to be in her late twenties. By the time John was able to start working his eyes lower, the woman began speaking.
"I'm Melissa Campbell. You called asking for a nurse wanting to travel to Arizona?"
"Uh, yes, yes, Miss Campbell. Please. Have a seat." John licked his lips. He didn't miss the slightly amused look on the nurse's face. She hadn't missed the bulge in his pants.
John felt his hard-on getting even harder as the woman seated herself in the soft chair across from him. She sank down in the chair, then crossed her legs. The man was treated to a smoky flash of nylon-covered thigh. Melissa Campbell's legs were slim, tapering, and well matched to the rest of the trim package. She was all. woman and apparently knew it.
"I, uh, it's like this. The family's moving ..." "To Arizona?"
John swallowed. Even listening to her soft voice was driving him up the wall. It'd been too long since he'd gotten fucked. With Maureen in Arizona all these months, and business and taking care of the kids, hell, a man just didn't-have much time. And now to have a piece of ass like Melissa Campbell taunting him...
"Yeah, Arizona. You probably got most of the background from the file I left. My son, Pete, has asthma and so does his mother. He's only thirteen and sometimes the attacks are pretty bad. Neither Dawn nor I are really able to help much. Since I have to make a couple of business calls while we're going across country, we figured to make a vacation of it. Sort of get the kids' minds off leaving their home and all that. But I didn't want to be caught in the middle of nowhere and have Pete start in with the hacking and coughing."
"So you want me along as sort of an insurance policy against anything going wrong?" Her brown eyes seemed to dance with merriment. Melissa recrossed her legs, making sure John could see all the way up to her crotch. This was fun tormenting the man. He seemed so uptight. And it was so easy getting him hot.
"Right. The pay turns out to be about what I'd pay for an airplane ticket on Pete. This way he gets a vacation with relatively little risk to his health."
"What's your wife think about"this?"
"Maureen? She was the one who suggested it. She's got asthma, too, and knows how an attack can rack up the kid. But, uh, it's not my wife that's uptight over this." "Pete?"
"Yeah. I don't really know why, either."
Melissa thought she did. The boy didn't like the idea of a substitute mother being brought in. He probably didn't feel all that well and the trapped feeling of having to take orders from an outsider would bug him. If he was like she thought, there shouldn't be any problem in convincing the boy to let John Dalquist hire her for the trip. This looked like it'd be fun.
After all, there was the horny father. And the sixteen-year-old girl who'd shown her in was damned sexy. Melissa quivered inside at the thought of being alone with her. But John-he looked like he could fuck all night long. He'd be fun.
"Why don't you let me talk with the boy, Mr. Dalquist? I assume I meet your standards. And if I can convince Pete, everything will be okay?"
Damn the woman! thought John. She knew she met his standards. He could see her naked body writhing around under his as they fucked, his long cock vanishing into her gooey cunt, her begging him to fuck her harder. The man was acutely aware of his erection. If he didn't call this interview to a screeching halt, he'd either cream in his pants like a kid or rip the clothes off Melissa and rape her.
If it could be called rape when a woman gave all the right "Go ahead!" signals to a man.
"Glad you're willing," John said, amused over the double meaning. "Why don't you talk this over with Pete? Dawn and I'll go down to the store for a while. There are some last-minute things I want to get for the trip. If Pete gives the okay, it's fine with me."
Melissa flashed him a dazzling smile. It seemed to light up the room. "That sounds satisfactory to me, Mr. Dalquist. How long will you be gone? I'd like some time with Pete so that he can get to know me-and I can do the same. A good patient-nurse relationship is very important."
"I, uh, quite agree. Dawn and I can go on over to a movie. Call it a couple hours. Will that be long enough?"
"More than adequate, Mr. Dalquist."
John stood up like he was shot out of a cannon. "Be going then," he muttered, his hands trying to hide the massive tenting of his trousers. The hard-on was actually painful now. The thought raced through his mind that he might dump Dawn and go see a porn flick. That would help his sorry condition a lot.
"See you in a few hours then, Mr. Dalquist. . . John." Melissa smiled her winning smile again. John left without saying anything else. The nurse almost laughed out loud. This was going to be a piece of cake. She wanted to get out of here and go West. What an opportunity!
Melissa sighed as she heaved herself out of the overly soft chair. She went looking for Pete as she heard the family car's engine start. Looking out the front window, she saw John gunning the car down the street. The nurse and Pete were alone.
"Hey, my Dad said you're going to talk to me."
Melissa turned and saw Pete. The kid was skinny even for a thirteen-year-old. He had a pasty complexion but otherwise seemed healthy enough.
"Yes, I'm Melissa Campbell. But you can just call me Melissa. I don't like formality. Do you?"
"Naw. I'm Pete." He stuck out his hand. Melissa solemnly shook it.
"I suppose you know why your father left us here alone."
"Yeah." The boy looked down at the rug. "I'm supposed to like you so we can go on this darned trip."
"You don't want to take a vacation?"
"Sure," the boy said. "I just don't want. .."
"You don't want an outsider along. Is that it?" Melissa lightly rested her hand on the boy's shoulder. She began to stroke up and down his arm. There were the beginnings of muscle under his tee-shirt. He may have looked weak, but the appearance was partially illusion.
What wasn't illusion was the boy's uncomfortable look. He wasn't sure if he liked the nurse running her hands up and down his arm or not. It was kind of nice. It made him tingle inside just like when he jacked off turning the pages of the men's magazines, but for her to do it... That Pete didn't know about.
"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I, Pete?" the woman asked. Her voice seemed to reach out and soothe him. This wasn't so bad, the boy decided. The brunette seemed to be a likable person. But the way her hand kept moving up and down was disturbing him. He felt the faint stirrings in his groin.
"No, I don't guess so."
"Hasn't any-girl-ever done this to you before? Don't feel embarrassed, Pete! Sometimes these things don't happen for a long time to a guy. Others are luckier."
Her hand had moved to his jean-clad hip, then lingered in front of his cock. The tiny rod was slowly stirring to life. Pete gulped when Melissa pressed against his prick. The warmth made his dick harden even faster.
"Now, uh, look, Miss-"
"Melissa. Call me Melissa. And don't worry. This is perfectly all right. I'm a nurse and this isn't going to hurt you. You want to feel good don't you, Pete?"
"Sure, but.. ."
"Then don't worry. Just relax and let me examine you. It'll be a bit different but more enjoyable for you. But just relax. And come closer. Don't back away."
The boy moved hesitantly. The nurse's fingers roved around his fly. Well, she was a nurse. And his dad had always said to do what the doctors said. And a nurse was almost a doctor. Pete didn't want to admit it to himself but he wanted to find out what Melissa had in mind. She said it was going to be enjoyable.
And anything enjoyable with a chick as hot as the nurse couldn't be wrong. The boy was taking in the sight of the woman's cleavage. He was just as vulnerable to the deep canyon between Melissa's snowy-white tits as his father. He wondered what it would be like taking those warm mounds of titflesh in his hands. He quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets. The boy was afraid he might reach and grab hold.
"Don't do that, Pete. You're not cooperating. I have an idea. Let's go to your room and I can fully examine you there."
Melissa led the way down the hall. It was obvious which was the boy's room. It was cluttered with models of cars and World War II tanks and soldiers. She seated him on the bed.
"Go ahead and take your clothes off. All of them. And I'll remove some of mine. These aren't right for. . . examinations." She reached behind her to grip the zipper running down the back of her dress.
As she leaned forward, her tits pressed firmly against the fabric of her dress. Pete's eyes were riveted to the tiny pebbles of the woman's nipples. He knew she wasn't wearing a bra. That sudden revelation snapped the boy's cock to instant attention. The teenager watched in fascination as Melissa continued working at undressing.
She worked the zipper down to the flare of her ass. Then she sensuously wiggled her creamy shoulders and snaked out of the dress. It left her like a second skin peeling off. Her boobs swung free in front of her chest. The red nipples traced out invisible figure-eights in the air. This was the first time Pete had seen a woman's boobs-like this.
"Don't stop, Peter!" Melissa scolded. "Undress."
The boy started fumbling at his clothes but he couldn't take his eyes off Melissa. She was wiggling her hips from side to side to get the dress off. She kicked it aside and began squirming out of her pantyhose. Pete gulped and struggled to keep his cock from exploding. In front of his very eyes was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Looking at the pictures was one thing, having a live, breathing, excitingly warm woman close at hand was something else!
"Now, Pete, let me help you off with those shorts."
Pete was speechless. Melissa was dressed only in bikini briefs. He could see every inch of her satiny skin. Even a mole on her left tit. And the pubic hair from her pussy mound peeked up over the elastic rim of her panties. The boy had never had an examination like this! He'd obviously been going to the wrong doctor!
Melissa quickly shucked the boy out of his jockey shorts. His four-inch cock was straining, hard and erect in front of his quivering belly.
She took his balls in her hand almost reverently, and began to squeeze gently. "This is part of the examination, Pete. Don't worry. It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"Nnnnnno!" he blurted. Hurt? Just the opposite. It was driving him wild! The feel of the lovely woman's hands on his balls made his cock even harder. His breath was coming in short gasps. It was hard to breathe at all.
"Relax, Pete. Take in long, deep breaths. And relax."
Melissa was enjoying this. She shook her shoulders a little so that her tits would wobble for the boy. The woman knew exactly what she was doing to him. She could feel his cock bounce and throb every time she moved seductively.
The nurse sat on the bed beside Pete. Her hands stroked his thin flanks, began moving slowly up and down the length of his prick. The four incher was slowly expanding. The purple head began to grow under the nurse's expert massage.
She longed to take it into her mouth but knew she'd better not. This was an "examination". The boy wouldn't complain, Melissa was sure of that, but she'd have to play it cool. No matter how turned on she was by the young boy.
"Do you jerk off, Pete?"
"Huh? It shows? I... I didn't know it would ..."
Melissa laughed cheerfully. "Don't worry, Pete. Don't worry! It isn't obvious. It's just a waste. I want to check you over to make sure everything is normal. Jerking off is normal for a boy your age. When you get older, you'll discover other..-, things."
Pete thought he knew what one of them was. Melissa's boobs dangled over his body as she massaged and gently pinched the skin along his chest. He reached up hesitantly and took Melissa's bright-red nipple between his thumb and forefinger. To his surprise, the nurse didn't seem to notice.
Made bold, Pete began to rub his fingers back and forth until the nubbin of flesh began to harden. He felt the nipple throb and shiver with an inner life. With increasing courage, he stuck out his hand and engulfed as much of Melissa's tits as he could. The silky flesh made his cock feel like it would rupture at the seams.
Still the woman made no notice of his explorations. She just continued her "examination".
"All right, Pete. You just leave your hand where it is. I'm going to check out your responses. I want to see how your cock shoots out its jism."
The boy shook with surprise. A nurse using words like that? He always thought they were dirty. Melissa was giving him a real education as well as an examination.
He felt her hand begin the slow up-and-down strokes on his cock. The boy's hand fell away from Melissa's breast. He gripped the bedspread with both hands as waves of sensation washed through his young body.
Melissa said, quietly, "Relax, just relax and enjoy this. I'll bet it's the first examination you've ever liked, isn't it?"
She felt the boy's prong shiver in reaction under her slender fingers. The hand-job she was giving him was taking its toll on her body, too. Pete couldn't see the tiny patch of moisture forming at the crotch of her red panties. Her cunt was overflowing with excitement.
Melissa kept her hand moving back and forth along the tiny dong. Making a slow circuit of Pete's balls, she went back to the very tip of his cock. The tiny hole at the end of his shaft expanded a little, and the nurse knew what was coming. She squeezed down firmly on the teenager's dick and began jerking him off with rapid strokes.
The first bullet of cum arced into the air and splattered onto Pete's leg. The second and third weren't as powerful. The fourth geyser just dribbled down the end of the youth's prick.
"Very good, Pete. Very good. You seem to be in fine physical condition. I'm sure you'll be able to make the trip to Arizona as long as you keep a close watch on your health."
With a professional air that seemed out of place with her nakedness, Melissa took a kleenex and began cleaning off the jism splattered all over Pete and the bed.
"Melissa?" he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Are you coming along with us?"
The woman turned cool brown eyes on the boy. "It depends, Pete. Do you want me along? That's what your father was worried about. That you wouldn't accept my medical treatments."
"Uh, I'll tell him you're okay!"
"All right, Pete. But," the nurse hastily added, "don't tell him about this examination. What goes on between a patient and his nurse is confidential. You know what that means, don't you?"
"Sure. Means r shouldn't blab it all around."
"Yes. Especially to your father or mother. I'm being hired to help you. How I do it is entirely our business."
And will I ever give this kid the business! Melissa thought as she picked up her pantyhose and began wiggling into them.
It was going to be a fun cross-country trip!
Chapter Two
Melissa had barely gotten out of Pete's room when a voice said, "My, my, aren't examinations fun these days?"
Melissa had a sudden cold, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Someone had seen her with Pete, caught her red-handed. Or, to be more accurate, caught her with her hand full of the boy's cock.
The nurse turned to see Dawn leaning against the door leading into her bedroom. The sixteen-year-old girl was smirking.
"Yeah, those exams have sure changed a whole lot since I had mine. I wonder if Father dear would mind such an .. . intimate checkup for his only son?"
"Dawn ..." Melissa started hesitantly, then she forced down her nervousness. The girl didn't seem to be acting like she was going to run screaming in horror to her father about this.
"Let's not discuss such weighty matters in the hall, Nurse Campbell. Do come into my parlor." Dawn made an elegant sweeping motion with her arm to show the way.
"Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Is that it, Dawn?"
"Not hardly. If you're going along on this little family jaunt, you might as well get to know all the family. Isn't that standard medical practice? Taking case histories beforehand?"
The girl obviously had something in mind other than ratting to her father. And Melissa didn't mind at all. She'd eyed the sixteen-year-old when she'd first come to the house. The girl was on the borderline between adolescence and full womanhood. Her tits were small and high. Held by the halter top, they hardly bounced at all. Melissa thought of apples when she took in Dawn's figure. Firmly fleshed, tasty and begging to be popped into a hungering mouth.
But the flat belly, lightly tanned and with its deep depression of a navel, also appealed to Melissa. The girl's hips weren't quite those of a woman but they were more than most teeny-boppers could boast of. The legs were slender, a bit too slim for Melissa's taste, but a gal couldn't have everything.
"Are you asking for an examination too?"
"Well, Miss Nurse Campbell-let me call you Melissa, too-that might be it. I saw most of what went on with Petey. You did take advantage of the kid. He didn't have the foggiest idea what you were going to do to him."
"And you hadn't already gotten around to playing doctor-nurse with him? Mad that I beat you to it?"
For a moment an unidentifiable look crossed Dawn?s face. Then the teenager composed herself and smiled. "Maybe that's it. Petey and me, we never have gotten it on. Course, he's a bit too young for my tastes. Obviously, he is just exactly what you're in the market for. My question is ..."
".. . is that all I'm interested in?" Melissa dropped to the girl's bed and lounged back. She made a point of stretching out her legs in such a way that the girl couldn't help but see the nurse's thighs, the hint of red silk panties showing through the smoky nylon of the pantyhose.
Dawn realized she was out of her league. The nurse was keeping one step ahead of her.
"You're wondering if I'm AC-DC or just groove on thirteen-year-old boys. Baby doll, I get my kicks wherever they're offered. Are you offering?"
Melissa's chocolate eyes studied the teenager again. The girl's belly was taut, strained with suppressed emotion. The way her tits heaved up and down indicated excitement being held inside. The skin-tight jeans appeared a shade darker between Dawn's legs. Melissa couldn't be sure, but it might have been dampness from an excited cunt.
"I'll bet you cut a wide path through all the high school studs. Maybe even the football team. Maybe the cheerleaders as well? Maybe you have a girl friend who's a bit more special than the others? A girlfriend who shares more than the usual interests-"
"Damn you to hell! Shut up!" Dawn flared.
"Calm down. I'm just asking. Come here."
Like a magnet attracts iron, Dawn glided over to sit on the bed beside Melissa. The nurse reached out and placed the flat of her hand on the expanse of bare skin under the girl's halter top. The muscles in her belly rippled and flowed. Melissa let her other hand snake around behind the girl's back, hunting for the knot holding the halter together.
Dawn didn't move a muscle when the nurse succeeded in getting the top loosened. The cloth hung down in front, dangling from the teenager's neck. Without a word, Dawn reached up and unfastened the halter from her neck. She was naked to the waist.
Melissa didn't hesitate when she saw the girl's bare tits. She sat up and immediately enclosed one of the tits in her mouth.
"Oooooohh, that. . . that's niiice!" Dawn muttered. She thrust her chest forward wantonly to stuff more of the tit into the brunette's mouth. The girl brushed her own raven hair back to keep it out of her eyes. She wanted to see what she was doing. Agile fingers began working at the zipper down the back of Melissa's dress.
The dress came free. Dawn started working it off Melissa's shoulders and down around her waist. All the time, wonderful sensations knifed into her body. Melissa was expertly using her tongue on the nubile young tits.
The woman loved the taste in her mouth. She managed to keep her tongue constantly moving over the sensitive surface, The nurse shoved down hard with her pink, wet tongue, mashing the nipple back into the firmness of Dawn's tit. The little nubbin of red erectile tissue sprang back even harder.
Melissa changed her tongue-lashing techniques. She started circling the nipple. Sucking lightly, she drew the blood-engorged nipple into her mouth. Then she gnawed lightly on the trapped flesh.
She was rewarded by Dawn's soft moan of pleasure. The girl's hands roved constantly up and down her back. Her fingertips traced out each and every bone in Melissa's spine. The nurse sucked all the harder as she felt the girl stirring her passions as she rubbed her back.
Melissa was content to continue sucking on Dawn's firm tit, but the teenager wanted more. She reached under the nurse and gripped firmly one of the bigger boobs there. Dawn then began maneuvering until they were both on the bed and both were able to suck on the other's tits.
The nurse didn't doubt that everything she'd surmised about Dawn was right. No teenager could have sucked on her tits like the girl was doing without having had some practice. And Dawn was obviously no novice. She was expertly returning the tonguing lick for lick.
Dawn licked and sucked and gnawed gently on the brunette's nipples. This excited Melissa to the point where she sucked harder and tongued faster on Dawn's. That caused the girl's arousal to mount even higher.
Dawn's nipple was like a rubber eraser under Melissa's tongue. It was pliant, resilient and worked back into place quickly after being shoved aside with a pink tongue.
The nurse added stroking to her technique of arousal. Her fingers sought and found the satiny flesh under Dawn's tits. Melissa started massaging, kneading, lightly pinching. Dawn began to squirm and move on the bed. There could be no hiding how turned on she was now.
The teenager pulled her mouth free from its delightful snack with some reluctance. She told Melissa, "Let's do this right. Get out of your clothes. All the way."
Melissa looked at the girl, peered into her eyes. They were slightly glassy with lust.
"No. Let's undress each other. It'll be more fun that way. You can start by getting my dress all the way off."
Dawn didn't stop to argue. Her fingers stroked down Melissa's bare sides until they found the dress. Then the girl quickly shed the unwanted clothing after Melissa raised her hips. Dawn couldn't resist. As Melissa arched her back, raising her ass off the bed, she quickly kissed the woman's stomach. The flesh felt warm and vibrant. It made the teenager hurry even faster.
Getting the pantyhose off was a hassle. Dawn hated the damn things. She hated them even more now since it was keeping her from the nurse's lush bush and the hidden treasures lurking there.
Melissa didn't mind the pantyhose at all. The way Dawn's fingers stroked and moved along her naked flesh gave her great pleasure. Tingly jolts of delight surged into her body whenever the girl's fingernails racked along naked skin. Just having the clinging hose pulled off her legs was a turn-on for the nurse. When Dawn started working at the red bikini briefs, Melissa had had enough. She quickly stripped them off herself and revealed her well-furred pussy mound to the girl.
"Wow!" was the only comment Dawn could make. Her hands trembled with anticipation. She haltingly reached out, her hand just above the softly fleeced cunt. Melissa shoved her hips forward wantonly. The girl suddenly found herself with a handful of pussy.
"Go ahead, Dawn, go on! Hurry! HURRY!"
The girl had felt the juice oozing from Melissa's cunt. Her fingers were soon drenched in the lubricants flowing out of the woman's interior. The cuntlips were soft, slick. Dawn stroked back and forth in awe. This was the most gorgeous snatch she'd ever seen. It was so hairy, so juicy, so . . . everything!
The lightest touch sent tremors of delight hurtling through Melissa's body. The girl's fingers were stirring her passions to the point where her insides burned, longed for the release of orgasm.
But first, she was determined to give the girl at least as much as she was getting. Melissa reached out and unsnapped the girl's jeans. The teenager lifted her ass off the bed so that Melissa could skin off the jeans without much effort.
To the nurse's surprise, Dawn wore no panties. And protruding from her cunt was a thick rubber device. The girl went around in those tight pants with a dildo shoved up her twat!
"And what's this?" Melissa asked.
"Oh, please, please, ram it in hard!" the girl begged.
"Like this?"
Melissa took hold of the protruding end of the dildo and pulled it out a little. Before the girl could voice a complaint, the nurse shoved the dildo back into its socket hard and fast.
"AIIEEE! OOOHHH!" Dawn groaned.
Melissa started fucking the girl with the dildo. Faster and faster she moved the rubber dong in the girl's cunt. Dawn was already slippery with cunt juice. The dildo seemed to flow back and forth, well lubricated and in a familiar place.
Melissa saw the teenager's little clit pop out and beg for attention. The nurse made a special effort to rub her hand over the sensitive little go-button with every stroke. The girl was reduced to a limp ragdoll living solely for the sensations ripping through her body.
Dawn felt the dildo surge far into her cunt. It stretched and pulled and made her feel great. She was on fire inside. The sleeping embers burned brighter in her body until they were searing her nerves. Every time Melissa shoved the dildo up into the cunt-juice-soaked quim, a heavy shudder racked the girl's body.
Her cunt was ablaze. Every nerve in her body felt like it had been dipped in acid. Her eyes wouldn't focus. And when the nurse started diddling with her clitoris, the girl couldn't hold it inside any longer. She came.
"UNNNNNGGHHHH!" Her hips bucked and bounced around on the bed while the hot winds seared at her very soul. Ecstasy flooded her body, made her come alive, more alive than she'd ever before been. Dawn was in the hands of a master of sex.
Slowly, the feelings of orgasm faded from her body. There was still a sexual tension in her; she felt like a taut string waiting to be plucked. But the most intense of the feelings were drained. She had to return the favor to the brown-haired nurse. It was her duty.
She rolled over quickly and dived between the well-fleshed thighs of the nurse. With her black hair tantalizing the woman's legs, Dawn began burrowing around looking for the slit of her cunt.
The teenager didn't immediately drive her tongue into the nurse's cunt. That would have lacked finesse. And the nurse was obviously a connoisseur of sex. Dawn wanted to prove to her how worthy she was as a bed partner. A lot better than thirteen-year-old Petey!
Dawn's rough tongue dragged along the delicate inner thigh almost all the way to Melissa's cunt. The girl stopped short on purpose. She shifted her mouth to the other thigh. This satiny expanse of skin received the same treatment. Her tongue left wet trails wherever it went. But not nearly as wet as Melissa's pussy!
"Go, go, GO!" the woman moaned, begged, cried. She felt the familiar sensations building in her body as Dawn began licking and slurping up and down the insides of her thighs. The woman's cunt felt empty, achingly hollow and deserted. She needed something inside her. And fast!
Passion-numbed thoughts raced through her brain. The dildo? A man's cock? What was available to her?
Dawn's mouth found the flowing gash then. Lightning bolts ripped through Melissa's mind. All she could feel was the girl's tongue licking up and down the pink lips of her cunt. Dawn wasn't missing a single droplet of fuck fluid. Her eager tongue slurped up anything that came its way.
Teasing, moving the blood-filled flaps with her tongue, the girl was fascinated. She quickly found that Melissa had quite a bit of control over her cuntlips. The woman actually tried to clamp down on Dawn's tongue as it raced in and out of her cunt.
Dawn was surprised. She'd thought that was just a lot of bullshit. Now she knew it was for real when a guy said he'd made it with a chick who could clamp on and milk him using her pussylips.
Melissa concentrated on the way Dawn took her cuntlips into her mouth and gnawed on them. This was something new to her, something that turned her on faster than she liked to admit.
The nurse felt the teenager's lips curve around her clit. When the girl started to suck on her pleasure-center, that was it. The nurse couldn't hold back her orgasm any longer. She bit her lower lip and kept from crying out. But that didn't stop the wonderful sensations from surging into her body.
For long minutes, she was locked in the grip of climax. Then, relaxing, she felt Dawn's questing tongue licking and moving up and down her cunt slash. The sexual tension was building again. But another consideration occurred to her.
"Dawn, Dawn darling, please . .. stop! Your father'll be back soon. We ... he can't find us like this!"
The girl heard dimly. She nodded reluctantly. It wasn't often she had the chance to eat out first class like this.
"Yeah, suppose you're right. Damn!"
"There'll be other times. If you approve of me."
"Approve? Hell, lady, you're great!"
Melissa smiled as she reached for her dress. This was going to be a completely wild, uninhibited cross-country fuck-fest. Just what she needed!
Chapter Three
John turned to Melissa, saying, "I'm glad Pete okayed you for the trip. I think you're exactly what he needs."
"Why thanks, Mr. Dalquist. You make it sound like I'm a side of beef or something."
John blushed slightly. "Didn't mean it that way, Melissa. And please, call me John. If you 'Mr. Dalquist' me all the way to Arizona, it'll drive me out of my gourd."
"It's a deal. Now, what's the battle plan for moving your family all the way down to sandy Arizona?" Melissa looked at the recreational vehicle and the station wagon parked in front of the Dalquist home.
"I figure I can handle the RV. You drive the car. Unless, of course, you can handle a load like that." He pointed to the eighteen-foot vehicle. It was a so complete mobile home. Melissa had checked it out earlier. It had three beds, a John, a small kitchen and a tiny dinner table that dropped down behind the driver's seat.
"Might be able to. Don't know for sure. I know there won't be any problem with the station wagon. Exactly what are you planning?"
John cleared his throat. "Well, it's like this. I figured we could cut costs by sleeping in the old bus, there. Of course, I'll make sure you get a motel room."
"Hmmrrim, what about if we get out in the boondocks?"
"In that case, I hope you won't mind sleeping in the back of the station wagon. Or you can sleep with the kids, if you like, and I'll double up in the back of the car. Doesn't much matter. May be better if you did sleep with the kids in that case, you know? You could take better care of Pete. Sometimes, he gets those attacks during the night in spite of the medicine."
"No matter, John. I'm sure it'll work out just fine. I've got the bag with the medicine and everything's all packed and ready to go."
"Let's hit the road, then. We won't get to Arizona standing around talking about it!"
Pete rode with Melissa in the station wagon while Dawn rode with her father. This suited the nurse. It gave her the chance to talk to the boy in private.
"Are you glad to be moving down to Arizona? All that sun and clear air should be good for you." "Ah, I don't know. It's sorta bad leaving here, 31
you know. It's been home all my life."
"Just think of all the new friends you can make."
The boy brightened. "If they're like you, I'll like it real good!"
Melissa smiled, then reached over and patted the boy's leg. Pete seemed a little confused at that and said nothing for a while.
They drove all day until John motioned for Melissa to pull over. "I called ahead for a reservation for all of us at this motel. I figured the swimming pool would be good therapy for a tired crew. Was I right?"
Melissa looked at the tempting green coolness of the pool's bottom, listened to the water gently lapping at the sides and decided the man was right. It was hot on the road, even with an air conditioner, and a quick swim was going to be heavenly.
"Agreed!"
They checked into their rooms and were unloading luggage when Pete began coughing. Melissa quickly went to him and lifted his chin, looking him square in the eye.
"Time for some medicine, kiddo. Come on into my room." Turning to John and Dawn, Melissa told them, "Go on and take a swim. I might give Pete a light sedative. If he gets sleepy, I'll just let him conk out in my room for a while. But I'd better watch him. Tricky giving a sedative to an asthmatic."
"Sure, Melissa. You're the nurse. Come on, Dawn. Last one in's a rotten egg!"
Melissa watched them rush off. She took Pete by the arm and pulled him along. "Come on. Time for your medicine."
"Aw, I hate that stuff. Besides, the coughing spell's just about over. I can tell. And that medicine's awful!"
"Well, kiddo, maybe we can find some other medicine that doesn't taste quite so bad."
The way she said it perked up Pete. He didn't know what the sultry nurse had in mind but it didn't sound like the messy stuff usually inflicted on him when he had an attack.
Melissa closed the door and drew the curtains. The inside of the room was dark, cool, almost as inviting as the pool outside. She began to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time.
Pete sat on the bed, his eyes never leaving her trim figure. When Melissa tossed aside the blouse and reached behind to unfasten her bra, the boy said, "Uh, Melissa, what. . . that is, uh, are you gonna examine me again? Like before?"
"No, Pete. This is going to be treatment. Instead of that yucky medicine you've been taking. Most of asthma is psychosomatic. Do you know what that means?"
"No." The boy shook his head. "I don't think so. Is it important?" He wasn't the least interested. What held his attention was the way the woman's naked boobs danced around in front of her body. In the dim light, they looked like ghost images. Crowned with red nipples that seemed to expand as he watched, Pete took in the full glory of those tits.
Melissa began wiggling out of her jeans. The boy didn't miss a single move of her sexy body. She was twenty-eight, and prided herself on how well she kept herself. Diets, exercise-and lots of time in bed. With men or women, it didn't matter. Just the exercise kept the woman in great shape.
When Melissa took off her panties, Pete found his cock getting hard as a rock. His balls churned and boiled in their furry little sac. Like a pressure cooker, his nuts began to build up steam until he wanted to scream for release.
"Go ahead, Pete. Out of your clothes. Treatment time."
Standing outlined against the light coming in through the drapes, Melissa was a sexy sight for the boy. When she turned sideways, he could see the bold thrust of her nipples, the firmness of her jugs, the rounded curves of her flaring ass. With a drive as old as man, Pete suddenly knew he had to have this woman.
Pete fumbled clumsily getting out of his clothes. Eventually, he managed to get them all off and dumped into a pile on the floor. His cock bounced and quivered in front of his slim body. He wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen now, but it had to be good!
"Just lie back on the bed, Pete. Good, now I'm going to suck on your cock and you, well, you just do whatever seems natural. Remember, if it seems right to you, it probably is. Okay?"
"Sure, Melissa, sure!"
He lay back on the bed, his legs spread slightly. The woman straddled his body, her cunt -34
began wiggling her tongue along the underside of his cock. Pete moaned and bucked his hips upward, trying to cram his entire cock into her mouth. Melissa didn't allow that. She was going to give head in her own way. No inexperienced kid was going to rush her.
Her tongue raced lightly around the edge of the hood. Then she tried to ram her tongue down the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of Pete's cock. It wasn't possible, and both of them knew it. But it didn't really matter. Trying was what gave them both the arousing sensations.
When the brunette was sure that she'd covered every single inch of cock in her mouth, she started gradually sucking in another inch of the boy's shaft. Her tongue rolled and twisted around the two inches of cock in her mouth. Then she pulled in the third inch. The fourth inch carried her all the way to the boy's balls.
With her nose lightly resting on the little sac containing his nuts, Melissa knew how excited Pete actually was. Sure, he was groaning and his hips
:re humping all over the bed, but she could ictually feel the churning in his balls when she pressed her nose firmly against his nuts.
Melissa pushed his dick out of her mouth, using her tongue. She let her teeth lightly score the sides of his shaft. The nurse knew that the boy's control was approaching its limit. He hadn't had the experience to be able to control himself.
When the pecker was completely out of her mouth, Melissa asked Pete, "How do you like the treatment?"
uncomfortably near his face. When she leaned forward, her tits rubbed against his belly. But it was her mouth on his prick that filled Pete with delicious sensations.
Pete didn't really know what to do except moan out his feelings of delight. The wet mouth surrounding his cock was giving^ him pleasure unlike any he'd ever felt before. The brunette was actually giving him a blow-job!
Melissa rocked back and forth, rubbing her nipples on the boy's body. She felt the blood pounding into the tips of her breasts until her jugs seemed like overinflated balloons. She was sure they'd pop any instant.
But it was Pete's cock in her mouth that turned her on, made her cunt begin to flow. Melissa pursed her hps into an "O" and slowly sucked in the four-inch dong. It wasn't very long, but it was virgin cock. She was positive about that. Pete's sister seemed to have a lot on the ball-had probably been balled a lot-but Pete was still so naive, so innocent.
Melissa vowed to make sure that he learned as much about life as possible. And it was going to be enjoyable for both of them. Guiding the boy through all sorts of sex acts hit Melissa as something she'd only dreamed of before. He was like .putty in her hands, completely under her domination. He wouldn't question a thing she did because it was all new and wonderfully different for the teenager.
She took in an inch of Pete's prick, until just the purple head rested inside her hps. Then the nurse
"Just great! Wow, Melissa, it feels like my whole cock's on fire! It's good fire, though. And it feels so tight inside me. I... I.. ."
"Don't try to explain it to me, Pete. Just relax anil take deep breaths. Relax, stay cool, and enjoy this for all it's worth."
Melissa dived back down to suck and tongue the boy's cock. It had begun to dance around until she knew it wasn't going to be possible for the youth to keep from coming any longer.
The bitter drop of preseminal fluid beaded at the tip of Pete's dick. Melissa's quick tongue snared it. She waited for the tasty flood of the boy's jism.
She didn't have to wait long. As her tongue caressed and stroked the triangular flap of skin under the head of Pete's dick, the first load fountained out. It splashed against her tonsils. Melissa was quick to push her tongue firmly down on the tip of the spewing cock. Each shot of jism smeared itself all over her tastebuds. She relished the taste of cum.
It was like a gourmet treat for the woman. She smeared the gooey stuff all around her mouth and kept sucking at the same time. Pete moaned and thrust his hips upward in an attempt to face-fuck her. Melissa didn't much care. Let the boy get his pleasure. She was getting hers in full.
In a few minutes, the tempest ravaging Pete's body had quieted down. Pete was happy, but an emptiness had come into Melissa's oozing cunt. She needed something in it. A cock would have been nice, but Pete's was out of the question. It was lying limp and deflated between the boy's legs.
A tongue seemed to be the best compromise. But Pete needed to be prodded into helping her.
"Pete, use your mouth on me. Suck my cunt! Suck on my pussy! Put your mouth up and lap up all the juice you can!"
The boy looked uncomfortably at the furry paradise so close to his face. This was something totally new to him. But if Melissa said do it, he'd try to please her. After all, she'd just given him a hell of a lot of joy. If he could return the favor, he'd do his best.
He strained slightly until Melissa slid down a bit on the bed. He felt her hands on his legs, her boobs on his thighs. But it was the snatch in front of his face that was the center of his attention. He watched in fascination as the scalloped hps of her cunt quivered in anticipation. Tiny beads of fluid seeped out of the clam-like crevice.
Pete's tongue fluttered out. He rightly touched the puckered crease that ran between Melissa's legs. The woman sighed, then urged him on. It seemed okay. So Pete shot out his tongue squarely between her cuntlips.
So many things happened so fast, Pete was unable to sort them all out. Melissa groaned and clamped her thighs firmly around his ears. His lips and chin took on a full load of cunt juice. And so did his tongue. He tasted his first elixir of woman, the ultimate woman-wine.
He rolled his tongue around in the nurse's cunt, savoring the flavor. At first, he wasn't sure if he dug it or not. Then, after another long, rough-tongued trip the length of her gash, he was sure he did. Slightly salty, acrid but heavenly. He suddenly couldn't get enough. His tongue flashed out repeatedly.
It touched every delicate spot along Melissa's slash. She was almost driven insane with the sensations smashing into her body. Each time Pete's tongue dived into her cunt, she thought she'd faint in reaction. As he dragged his rough tongue along her pussylips, it sent tingles of electricity jolting into her body. It was as if she were being touched by two live wires.
When the boy's tongue swirled around her clit, Melissa came. She had intended to build up for a large orgasm, but Pete's driving, delving tongue wasn't going to let her do that. Not this time. For an inexperienced kid, he sure could use his tongue to the best advantage!
All too soon, Melissa floated back down to the reality of her surroundings. She eased up on the tension in her legs, releasing Pete's head. The nurse hoped she hadn't suffocated the boy during her climax.
"Wow, Melissa, I could barely breathe!" he gasped out. "Let's do it again!"
With that, Pete's tongue began licking up and down the gash of her cunt. Melissa was speechless, both from the boy's eagerness and the sensations flowing back into her body from his tongue. He seemed to be really getting into eating her when he stopped suddenly.
"Pete!" the nurse called out, looking back over her shoulder. "Is anything wrong?"
"No, no, I, wow, I'm just tired all of a sudden.
Don't know what's causing it. Never felt this tired this fast before."
The woman smiled. The boy was drifting off to sleep. His first round of oral sex had drained his body. Perhaps it had been too exciting for an asthmatic youth.
Melissa swung off the bed and stood beside the boy. She looked down at the sleeping figure. Pete looked so innocent, so young. It made her feel even more hollow in her cunt. She wondered how she could satisfy her need for a hard, driving cock now that the boy had gone to sleep on her.
She shrugged her naked shoulders, then lifted Pete's wrist and took his pulse. It was slightly fast, but nothing to get upset over. She went to her medical bag and took out a bottle of pills. She rumbled one out into the palm of her hand and got a glass of water.
Lifting Pete's head, Melissa slipped the pill into the boy's mouth and followed it with a little water. "Come on, Pete. Swallow thisr" He downed the pill without any complaint. She wasn't even sure if he had awakened when she gave him the medicine.
Melissa covered the boy up, then gathered her own clothes. It was about time to go see if John wanted anything else from her for a while. She was going to have to get the dildo out and masturbate, or go out of her mind.
Chapter Four
Melissa quietly left her room, Pete sleeping peacefully on her bed. She walked out to the pool and sat down in one of the lounge chairs. Both John and Dawn were swimming. Melissa envied them. She could swim, but not very well. She much preferred just walking around in the shallow end of the pool.
The way the father and daughter dived and sported about, it was obvious they were more adept than she.
John waved a hand and called, "Come on in!
The water's fine!
appreciatively. He was well muscled and, for a thirty-nine-year-old man, had kept himself in pretty good shape. No spare tire to speak of, enough muscles to keep her happy. Not much hair on his chest, but then the hair on his head hadn't even thought of receding yet.
John dropped into a deck chair beside her.
"How's Pete doing?"
"Pretty good. He's taken his medicine and is taking a nap right now. I didn't have to give him a sedative. He seemed worn out. From the traveling, maybe."
John's eyes bored into her. Melissa felt as if he were opening up her mind and reading her like a book.
"Maybe. I can think of all sorts of fun ways of getting worn out, though."
Melissa looked at the bulge in John's swimming trunks. It was a bit larger now than it had been a few minutes earlier. The nurse smiled. The man was getting the hots for her. Not that she blamed him.
For a moment, Melissa had forgotten how she'd me dressed. Skin-tight shorts and a skimpy top. When John's lusting gaze fell on her, she lemembered exactly how much bare skin was xposed.
This could prove to be interesting for both of
"No thanks, John. I'll just sit and take in some ^ She stm had the aching feding in her cunt A
sun.
The man swam over to the edge of the pool and pulled himself out in a smooth motion that sent water cascading from his body. Melissa eyed him lector who was up on everything would prescribe nice, hard, long cock. Melissa knew that John's jcock was getting hard. How nice or how long it was Id only be determined by careful experiment.
She'd experiment.
"What, John? No 'Come see my etchings'?"
"Huh? Oh," the man laughed in embarrassment, "is it that obvious? It's just that I-"
"Don't apologize. Quite the contrary. I'm very flattered. But this isn't any place to talk about such things. Do you think Dawn'U be out here for a while?"
John looked across the water and saw his daughter cavorting about like a water sprite with a teenaged boy. He nodded.
"I suspect she'll be here as long as she can keep him around."
"Sounds good to me. Let's go to your room. Mine's being used right now."
"Used? Oh, Pete's sleeping, isn't he?"
Melissa didn't bother to answer. She walked ahead of John, letting her ass twitch and roll enough to give a bronze statue a hard-on.
John trotted along behind, cursing how awkward it was getting an erection while wearing swim trunks.
He opened the door of his room for Melissa, then quickly sidled in behind her. So far, she'd given him all the signs to go ahead, but he was still unsure of his ground.
"Well, John, are you just going to stand and stare or are you going to kiss me?"
He didn't have to have a more open and obvious invitation than that to respond. The man wrapped his arms around the slender brunette and pulled her to him powerfully.
Their mouths met. For a moment, Melissa seemed to resist, then she melted like butter in the sun. Their mouths flowed together as one. The moment seemed to stretch to eternity. John began working his tongue avidly against the woman's lips.
Again, she seemed to hesitate. Then, with the same swiftness, she opened her lips to his invasion of her mouth. Their tongues dueled erotically in the damp playgrounds of her mouth. Melissa felt John's tongue move roughly along the edge of hers, stimulating and eliciting the utmost in response from her body.
She felt her cunt begin to ooze out its secretions. She was getting turned on with just a kiss-but what a kiss it was!
John felt the tips of Melissa's tits harden and begin to poke into his bare chest. The pebbly nipples were filled with blood and signaled exactly how hot the woman was for his cock. The man's kiss deepened, became more and more demanding.
Melissa could barely keep up with John's flickering tongue. It danced in and out of her mouth in mock fucking. He began to trace the outlines of her teeth. His probing tongue slipped under her upper lip and caressed it in the most sensual kiss Melissa had ever experienced.
When he took her lip between his teeth and started to gnaw and chew, the woman knew she had a first-rate lover in John. She wanted to return some of the pleasure he was giving so freely to her. The nurse's hands worked down the man's smooth, virtually hairless body to his swim trunks. She untied the drawstring and worked her fingertips under the band of the trunks.
John moved closer as Melissa slid her fingers over the smooth curve of his ass. His trunks slipped off and left him standing naked in front of her. The brunette didn't waste any time fiddling around with his ass. She moved her fingers to the quivering cock that stood proudly at attention between their bodies.
Melissa began to stroke up and down the man's nine inches of hard, throbbing cock.
"That's where it's at, baby." That was all John said before his mouth began moving back along the line of Melissa's jaw. He was hunting for her ear. Once he found the hollow underneath, John shoved out his tongue. A tremor ripped through Melissa's body in reaction to the wet thrust under her sensitive ear.
John never let up on his assault. He moved up a bit and exhaled hotly on the woman's ear. Sensitizing the already stimulated flesh, John made sure that this erogenous zone was completely ready. Then and only then did he try to stuff his entire tongue into her ear.
The woman squirmed in his arms. John tightened his grip and pulled her even more powerfully to his body. Melissa's tits mashed flat under the pressure. John could feel the woman's boobs rubbing against his chest as his tongue wormed its way around inside her ear.
"John, oh, John!" she cooed. "Let's fuck! Fuck me! I need this up my poor little cunt!" She jerked a couple times on his trapped cock to let the man know exactly what she wanted.
The black-haired man kept up his attack on her ear. His tongue slowly made a sensuous circuit of the woman's ear until she was all weak and watery in the knees. Melissa almost collapsed in reaction to the sensations flooding through her body; the sensations caused by John's thoughtful attentions to her sexual needs.
He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. There, he quickly stripped off her clothing as easily as peeling a banana. Gloriously naked, Melissa's flesh gleamed whitely in the light of the room.
"Damn, but you're beautiful!" the man muttered.
"Shut up and fuck me!"
"Don't worry about it, doll, don't worry. I'll fuck you cross-eyed and then make you beg for more."
"Quit talking and do. DO!"
John lowered his body on top of Melissa's. His weight added to hers on the bed caused the springs to squeak and groan. Neither of them paid the least ittention.
They were too busy reveling in the feelings generated in their bodies. They were celebrating the carnal delights hammering into them,. John felt the woman shaking under him. Her flesh was warm, satiny smooth. As his body moved on hers, i thin sheen of sweat lubricated their actions.
His mouth closed again on hers. He wasn't going to waste time talking. John had better things to do with his mouth-and Melissa's. His tongue plunged down into her oral cavern again. There, it frolicked around, turning them both on. Melissa's tongue could barely respond. She was shaking all over in anticipation of the hard cock she held in her hand.
She pulled it toward her hairy pussy mound, but John wasn't ready to stuff his nine-incher into her. He reached down and spread the woman's thighs. His hands lingered on the softness of her inner thigh. The nurse's skin was flawless. The man could find no fault with it at all.
John decided to work his way down the woman's body and make sure she was absolutely ready for him. He felt the heat boiling out of her cunt, the wetness seeping into the bed. That didn't matter. What mattered was the level to which Melissa was strung out before he started really fucking the daylights out of her.
His mouth moved off the nurse's. John licked and stroked his tongue into the hollow of her throat. He felt the pulsing veins there. They were throbbingly alive with lust-lust for him.
Melissa clutched at his back, moaning out, "Fuck me, John! I need you inside me so bad!"
He ignored her pleas, barely noticed the sharp sting of her fingernails raking along his back. John was intent on doing a good job. It'd been a long time since he'd gotten fucked, and he wasn't about to rush a good thing. With Maureen gone so long and him having to work the long hours to bring about the move, John was going to enjoy his vacation.
Especially if his vacation included Melissa's lush body humping up under his.
John found the base of one of Melissa's tits. He traced his tongue around the base, leaving behind a trail of saliva. The woman's body was vibrantly alive now. Every nerve ending tingled and cried for stimulation. John intended giving her-and himself-the best possible fucking.
He spiraled his rough, wet tongue up the snowy slope until he found the ruddy plain of her areola. John's tongue bounced over the bumpy surface and found the spire of Melissa's red, erect nipple. He never hesitated. He took the nubbin of flesh into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.
Melissa felt the sensation ripping into her chest. She knew he was going to suck off her nipple. Her entire body responded to the man's sucking.
The nurse climaxed.
John rode out the fierce bucking. His mouth never left its erotic post on the nipple. His tongue leaped back and forth, teasing the tiny bud of erectile flesh. Light touches, then hard shoves. He rotated his tongue around the nipple until Melissa was almost driven out of her mind with lust.
The man still wasn't happy with the level of the woman's arousal. He was going to turn her on so high that she'd never forget it.
"Hang on, doll, more's coming!"
A rapid slide down the underside of the brunette's boob ended in the deep depression of her navel. John drove his tongue down firmly into the depths of the woman's belly button. Once inserted, he stirred it around, raising the woman's passions even more. The satiny skin under his tongue turned him on, too. He'd seldom found a softer-skinned woman. This nurse obviously took care of herself, too. He could feel the play of strong muscles under the soft skin.
To have those muscles clamping down around his cock would be sheer, undiluted ecstasy. And he wasn't going to wait much longer. First, though, he had a bit more exploring-and teasing-to do.
John worked his mouth down into the woman's lush bush. He twirled his tongue up so that tiny strands of cunt hair were captured and pulled away from her flesh.
He made a move as though he were moving lower with his tongue, then stopped. Melissa gripped his hair and shook.
"Damn you, damn you, stick your tongue in me!"
John gripped a double handful of assflesh and pulled himself back up the woman's body like a snake climbing a tree. With his knees firmly planted on the bed between the woman's thighs, John lifted. Melissa's ass was picked up off the bed. Her back arched and her cunt smiled lewdly, a perfect target.
"That's what I'm after, doll, that!"
John slammed his hips forward with all the force he could summon up. His cockhead hit its target dead center. He found himself buried balls deep in the tightest, hottest, clutchingest cunt he'd ever fucked into.
"Goddamn, you're hot!" he moaned out.
He felt like his cock was surrounded by velvet. Hot, lush velvet that gripped at his prick like a vise. The ripply walls of Melissa's cunt seemed to reach out and stroke his buried cock. She made a slight bucking motion with her hips that sent waves of carnal joy flooding into his loins. John felt like his balls would explode.
Still gripping the woman's ass, John started rocking her body from side to side. Melissa added to his stimulation by flexing and relaxing her stomach muscles. John's cock was constantly squeezed and crushed by the action of the woman's cunt.
"Ummm, Johnny, John! You fill me up all the way! I'm going to split apart!"
Melissa felt as if the man's big cock would rip her all the way to the chin. Her inner membranes were stretched and pulled out of shape. His nine inches of meat completely filled her tight cunt. The more he moved her body around, manipulating her ass, twisting her around his cock, the more she was stimulated by John's throbbing cock. "How's it feel? What more you want, doll?" "What more? I want you to fuck me, dammit! You son of a bitch, quit playing with me-fuck me!"
"Greedy bitch ..." John's voice trailed off as Melissa squeezed down on his cock with her ]tomach muscles again. His legs were getting cramped. He had pulled them up under his body to be in a better position to lift Melissa's ass off the bed. The man enjoyed the feel of her silky thighs rubbing on his hips, but he knew that it wasn't possible for him to keep himself in this position.
It was an erotic delight. His prick was surrounded by the tightest, hottest cunt he'd ever rammed into. All nine inches were being treated to the greatest sensations imaginable. What worried
})}$ MI) WW tho way fffs self-control was ebbing. Melissa was slowly robbing him of his stamina. In a few minutes, he'd be jetting out his cum like a kid fucking his first girl.
Both of them deserved more.
John was going to make sure they got it.
He rose up,, lifting Melissa off the bed as he did so. Her hips were suspended six inches from the surface of the bed and her weight was forced back down on her shoulders. John's cock was still fully buried in her cunt.
"Okay, doll, this is it!" .
John began withdrawing his cock from its comfortable berth. The first couple inches weren't too bad. Then Melissa started to clamp down on him like a human vise. The suction mounted as his cock slipped from her juicy cunt. For a second, John thought all his guts would be pulled out through the end of his dong.
Then only a lewd smucking noise could be heard. He'd pulled out of the woman's crushing grip. He looked down at his cock in amazement. The man had been sure a couple inches would have been burned off by the nurse's hot cunt. All nine inches gleamed. His cock was completely covered with the brunette's fuck juices.
His prick seemed to glow in the pale light of the bedroom. Melissa's cuntlips seemed to smile at him, to purse and look expectant for more cock.
John didn't disappoint the woman. He shoved his hips forward again. Melissa gasped with the sudden entry, then sighed as his prick raced up her cunt again. When their bodies smashed together, 51
groin to groin, the man started retreating again.
His nine inches more than pleased the nurse. But merely pleasing her wasn't what he intended to do.
He meant to fuck her. Hard.
John stopped short of completely flopping out of the woman's juicy cunt again. The purple head of his cock remained inside the parted pussylips.
The man began a series of short, very quick strokes. He meant to fire the woman's passions as quickly as possible, then draw her out like a wire being stretched.
He succeeded. Melissa felt the rapid thrusts into her cunt. At first they just tickled a little. Then, as the friction built up, she felt her entire genital area warming. She tried to clamp down on the teasing cock. It wasn't possible. Her own juices betrayed her. Every time she thought she had a good grip, the slippery fluid would lubricate John's dick enough to let it slide free.
"John, ohhh, unnggghh!"
He kept up the short, quick piston strokes into Melissa's cunt. Each thrust resulted in a wet smucking noise. Soon, the only things John could hear were the lewd noise of their fucking, the woman's impassioned moans, and the blood pounding like the ocean's surf in his ears.
He forgot everything else in the world. All that mattered was fucking this woman's tight, impossibly hot cunt. John began delving deeper with each stroke. At first, he'd only been going in a couple inches. Now, his hip action took him in at least four inches as he fucked away in almost mindless fascination.
Melissa felt the deeper penetration of her pussy instantly. Her cuntlips burned. Now the first four inches of her velvety cunt started to steam up from the friction of John's cock sliding up and down her vaginal walls. Melissa struggled to hump]up to meet each of the man's deep thrusts into her. As long as he gripped both her asscheeks, he controlled her totally.
Melissa tried to relax and enjoy the sensations warming her body, turning it into a blazing furnace of desire. It was too much for her. As John's fucking began to take on a more frantic tempo, she found it impossible to relax. Her body was tensed^ struggling to meet every slamming stroke into her cunt.
John was stuffing his cock more than six inches into her cunt on every stroke now. He speeded up his fucking. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper he went.
Soon, he was again feeling his balls slap wetly against the woman's elevated ass. John looked down at the woman. Her face was a mask of desire. Her eyes were clamped tightly closed and she bit at her lower lip.
Melissa felt as though fire ants had invaded her snatch. Tickly, crawly feelings edged throughout her belly. Each time John fucked into her, a new and different knife rammed into her guts. A good knife, a knife stroke that sent blazing delight into her brain.
As John buried his full nine inches into her juicy cunt, the woman could hold back no longer. She wanted to. She wanted a huge orgasm. But John's expert, deep, fast fucking had taken its toll on her. Melissa came.
She wasn't disappointed in the orgasmic intensity, either. It didn't come in a single sharp peak of sensation. It struck at her conscious like the jagged edge of a serrated knife. Over and over, wave after wave of sheer pleasure jolted into her body, seized control of her mind and turned her into a machine capable of experiencing the ultimate in joy.
As orgasm seized control of her being, John's cock was buried all the way to the balls in her cunt. He felt the walls of her cunt collapse, contract and convulse around his shaft. If Melissa had been tight before, now she was virgin-tight.
And hot. John knew that convulsive strength was too great to fight against. His balls hardened a bit more, then the fiery flood of his jism rocketed out of the end of his prick. Blast after blast of cum creamed the rocking woman's cunt. As she hunched up to try and take more of his dick into her body, John fountained far into her depths.
Together they were carried on the powerful winds of orgasm. Their climaxes seemed to last longer than usual for both of them. They writhed and moaned, until finally they lay exhausted by their frantic fucking.
"Melissa, doll, you've got the tightest little man-eater that I ever fell into."
The nurse smiled sweetly. "And that woman-pleaser of yours ain't half-bad either."
"Nope. That's because it's a man-pleaser, too. And I'm the man!"
Chapter Five
Melissa reluctantly got up from the bed. She wouldn't have minded staying there with John's naked body lying next to hers, but Dawn might be returning to the room at any time.
"Hey, don't leave me all alone!"
"John, you know I don't want to. But your daughter might return and get the wrong idea."
"To hell with Dawn. Let's fuck." John rolled over onto his back and stretched mightily. His cock was slowly coming to life again.
Melissa licked her lips as she eyed the rising prick. She felt all weak and quivery thinking about how nice that cock had been inside her cunt. It would be even nicer a second time. It was obvious that John was getting it up again for another try.
"As much as I'd like that pussy-pleaser again, I do have to go. If nothing else, I should look in on
Pete." Melissa saw the disappointed look on John's face. She felt the same way. She said, "But look, the night's long and Dawn'U be asleep in a few hours. You and I could have most of the night to ourselves over in my room ..."
"But my dear, that wouldn't be proper!" John protested in mock horror.
"Of course not! That's why I suggested it. Now, buster, take it or leave it."
"I'll take it, I'll take it!"
"Good. Otherwise, it'd have been just you and our hand tonight. And that would have been a real waste."
John's eyes roved over her trim body as she dressed. "Yeah, a real waste of talent." "Braggart!"
"It's not bragging if it's true. Is it?"
"See you later, big boy." Her eyes lingered a last time on the half-stiff stalk of John's cock. It looked so inviting to her she could barely stand leaving. The big blue vein along its length pulsed lightly. With her cunt wrapped around that prick, the vein would be throbbing and pulsating in wild lust. Melissa had to be content-for the moment- with appreciating that lovely dick from afar. Later that night, though, it'd be as close and hot and hard as she could get it.
Melissa went out and saw Dawn and a teenaged boy necking. She smiled. From the looks on their faces, she doubted if they'd be content with merely pawing each other's bodies for long. They'd slip away and do it right. Realizing that Dawn might be gone for an hour or longer made the nurse pause. She and" John might be able to fuck again before his daughter even thought about returning.
But that wasn't right. She'd been hired to look after Pete. No matter how attractive the opportunity seemed, the boy was her first duty. It wasn't an unpleasant duty, either. Melissa had to admit she liked fucking John. That man's nine-incher was a real tool. And the man was expert in the way he used it, too.
There was something about Pete, however, that attracted Melissa. The boy hadn't led much of a life. It made her feel good letting him experience some of the excitement waiting for him in the world. It was obvious his health had prevented him from enjoying some of the more common childhood games.
The least Melissa could do was show him a few of the more exciting adult games he could look foward to. When she was with Pete, she felt like a goddess dispensing wisdom. The boy was so naive and ignorant of the subject of sex. But the way his control was improving, it wouldn't be too long before Melissa tried him out on full-scale fucking. No more fooling around with blow-jobs. They were fun. She really got off on them. But fucking was better.
And it would be she who would teach Pete how to properly fuck a woman. She would do it. She would have complete control over him as she led him through the foreplay, then the actual fucking.
The brunette was getting hot just thinking about it. She hurried to her room and went in. The boy was still sound asleep. She quickly checked - his pulse and respiration. She hated to wake him. Melissa knew that the teenager might sleep like this the rest of the night.
That wasn't bad. What was bad was her promise to meet John here. How could they possibly get it on with the kid asleep in the same room? Melissa considered other possibilities. If Dawn slept in John's room, both of the rooms were eliminated.
She shuddered at the prospect of fucking in the small berth in the camper. It was narrow and hard but mostly it lacked head room. Melissa liked to sit up and roll around when she made love. Banging her head on the ceiling wasn't her idea of a good banging.
Still, it seemed to be there or nowhere. The nurse wasn't going to let it be nowhere. She had gotten herself all worked up thinking about fucking Pete. She wasn't going to let John and his fabulous cock escape that night.
Melissa sank into the chair and put her feet up on the table. In a few minutes, she was sound "leep. Her dreams were most pleasant. She saw a huge cock coming toward her face. She managed to open her mouth in time to begin sucking on the purple head. Then the disembodied cock moved between her legs. Stroking, throbbing it started driving her wild with lust.
She awoke to the sound of a light rapping at her door. She quickly glanced over at Pete. The boy was still sleeping soundly. The nurse went to the door and opened it. John stood there, a look of anticipation and sheer lust on his face.
"Hi, doll, ready for another love set?"
"Uh, Pete's still here. Sound asleep."
"Damn," the man said under his breath. "Dawn just came back in. I figure she'll be asleep for a while, too. From the way she was walking, it didn't take much of a genius to figure out what she'd been up to. That kid she was with must have fucked her cross-eyed as well as bowlegged."
"Yeah, I agree," Melissa said. "Damn! But look, we can go out to the camper."
"Hell, fucking in that thing would be worse than getting locked up in a broom closet." Suddenly the man's face lighted up. "That's it! That's what we'll do!"
"Fuck in a broom closet? You're out of your mind!"
"Huh? No, no, get into your swimming suit. Better yet, let me help you get into it!"
The way the man's eyes gleamed in the dimness convinced Melissa he had something special in mind.
"Come on in. Just don't wake up Pete."
"Ah, that kid could sleep through an atomic attack." John did keep his voice low as he went into the small bathroom. He motioned for the nurse to hurry.
Melissa took her bikini and went into the bathroom. As she was closing the door, she felt John's hands on her boobs. He began caressing and fondling her. He quickly removed her blouse and bra to reveal her big tits. Finger and thumb gripped down on her erect nipples until she moaned.
"Ummmm, John, John, to hell with the swim suit. Let's, oooohhh, let's fuck right here!"
He kissed her beneath her perfectly formed ear. His tongue lapped out and left a trail of saliva in the hollow under her ear. His hands continued to press firmly down into her marshmallowy tits. When he began to rotate her boobs, Melissa knew she wanted the man to fuck her then and there.
Sensations of sheer delight surged into her body. Each feather-light touch of his tongue laid a trail of blazing desire on her soft skin. But John's hands drove her wild. He was threatening to rip her,tits off. The motion of her breasts around and around stirred passions deep in her chest. Melissa felt her cunt flowing out its juices in response to the stimulation of her tits.
"Fuck me here, John! Here! NOW!"
The man fumbled with the fastener of her jeans. He quickly stripped them off. His hands lingered and caressed the silk-encased flare of her ass. He felt Melissa's trembling flesh. John's cock was growing so hard he was almost willing to give in and fuck her like she was demanding.
As he took a handful of warm assflesh, he knew that it'd be more fun doing it the way he'd first intended. But there wasn't anything wrong in getting Melissa really hot before he dived into her!
"Shut up and just enjoy," he ordered.
John loved the way her flesh shivered under his touch. His fingers worked down inside the skin-tight briefs she wore. Wiggling her hips a little allowed John to get the panties completely off. Melissa let her panties fall to the floor, then kicked them out of the way.
�])P W W engrossed in what John was doing to her, even the bikini she was holding slipped out of her hand. His hairless chest pressed close to her back. She could feel the flow of his muscles up and down her spine. His hands gripped firmly on her ass. He squeezed, then relaxed, then squeezed down even harder on her asscheeks.
Each time, Melissa felt an arrow of hot desire shoot into her body. Her cunt was now dripping constantly-just like a leaky faucet. John's hands on her boobs were driving her crazy. He knew just the right amount of pressure to exert so that it didn't hurt and yet stimulated her to the limits of endurance.
Melissa reached back over her head and gripped John's head with her long fingers. She pulled his face around to where she could kiss him over her shoulder. This arched her back and thrust her tits firmly into his hands. When their lips met, Melissa thought it was heaven.
But John had another surprise in store for her. He moved closer and straightened his body. A nine-inch cock, hard and firm and proud, poked between the cheeks of her ass.
"Ungh," Melissa groaned as she felt the cock shove its way toward her asshole. "G-g-g-g-go on! Fuck me up the ass!"
"No way. Get that swim suit on!"
Melissa knew that John wouldn't do a thing until she obeyed. As she bent over, she felt a sudden surge into her cunt. He'd rammed his full nine inches up her twat. She moaned, then braced herself against the wall. The sudden invasion of her pussy made her unsteady on her feet. Melissa moved her feet a bit further apart, then started wiggling her ass.
The motion stirred John's prick around inside her cunt. It felt like a red-hot poker shoved into her guts. Each tiny tremor of his cock set off a huge quake in the aroused woman's body.
"Now, John, ohhh! Now, you son of a bitch! You stinking son of a motherfucker!"
"I told you to shut up and get that suit on!" John held his voice down by sheer force of will. The heat and wetness of Melissa's tight cunt seeped into his cock. It made him want to fuck wildly into her tiny manhole until he blasted out his jism. But he had something else in mind. Something that would be even more exciting.
Melissa bent over a little more, her fingers numbly searching for her bathing suit. As she doubled over, it felt like a telephone pole was shoved into her cunt. She moaned softly as she grabbed her bikini off the floor.
"Good girl. Now I'll help you put it on."
John's slightly trembling hand took the bikini from her. He draped the top over her dancing tits and pulled the string taut behind her back. John made sure he carefully smoothed out all the wrinkles in the skimpy garment. He let his fingers linger and stroke the crests of Melissa's fine jugs until her nipples looked like marbles poking into the fabric.
John reluctantly let his cock slip out of Melissa's juicy cunt. But there was no other way he could get the bikini bottom on her.
"Step into it," he told the willing woman. Then, sensuously, slowly, he moved the scrap of material up the woman's trim legs. Past her knees and up to her thighs. Before going any further, John knelt down and planted a wet, juicy kiss on Melissa's pert ass.
"Damn it, John, I don't want you kissing my ass, I want you fucking it!" she protested.
He planted a flat-handed swat on the snowy white skin. "Shut up or I'll paddle you good!"
"Promises, promises!"
John didn't bother commenting. He was too busy getting the bikini bottom into place on Melissa's bottom. John rose to his feet and placed both hands on Melissa's slightly domed stomach. He pulled her close to him and kissed her neck.
"Let's go for a little swim now," he said.
"I want to do something else!"
"So do I. And let's do both at once."
"You mean you want to fuck in the swimming pool?" she asked.
"Sure. Why not?"
"But what if someone sees us?"
"Yeah," John grinned viciously. "What if they do see us? They going to report us? Or watch? How'd you like a dozen people watching you get fucked? In the swimming pool?"
"I... I don't know . . ."
"Then let's go and find out!"
He pulled her along like a balloon on a string. They closed the door quietly so they wouldn't wake Pete. Then John whooped, "Last one in's a rotten egg!"
Melissa was too quick for him. She reached out and grabbed the edge of his trunks and pulled them down. While John was struggling to get his trunks back on properly, the woman took off running for the pool.
John followed close behind her. The sign at the pool said that it had closed down three hours earlier. But who believed in signs? It just meant that they'd have the pool all to themselves.
In the water, they splashed around a little, then John pulled the lovely brunette to him. In the moonlight, she looked like an angel. Stray beams of the dim light danced off her wet hair. Her pearly skin seemed to take on an inner glow. Only the dark band of her swim suit top marred the perfection.
John quickly remedied that. His eager hands found the string and quickly undid the knot. As Melissa locked her legs around the man's waist, she looked down to see her bikini top float up from her tits. Just under the surface of the water, her boobs gleamed in the moonlight.
The man reached out and took her tits in his hands. When he began to squeeze and fondle, Melissa relaxed and drifted back. With her legs firmly fastened around John's waist, she allowed the water to buoy her up. Her tits stayed just under the surface of the water. Occasionally, a bright-red nipple would poke its nose above the ripply surface.
The woman was both relaxed and strung out to the highest possible tension. The waves across her naked breasts stimulated her. The floating sensation made her feel like she was weightless. John's constantly moving hands played with her tits. Tiny jabs of delight volted down into her chest, lit the fires of passion that had been slumbering there. Looking up into the dark sky also relaxed Melissa. It was so serene and peaceful above her.
So serene and peaceful and such a contrast to the feelings in her cunt. She could feel John's cock poking into her ass. Her crotch rubbed against the man's body every time a wave lightly lifted her. Her hungering cunt was mixing its juices with the water of the pool. She reached down to get the bikini bottom off.
John held her by the boobs while she unlocked her legs and performed the underwater ballet. Her naked pussy was then locked to John's stomach again. Naked flesh on naked flesh. She could feel his cock prodding up into her ass again. This time the sensation was totally different. She could feel the broad cockhead, the wrinkling of skin as her body moved up and down in the pool.
"Ummm, Johnny, You were right! This is so niiiice! Peaceful and . .. and . . . ummmm!"
She moaned as John kicked out with his feet and floated up underneath her body. No longer supported by the floor of the pool, the man could move into position beneath the woman. His probing cock dragged gently along Melissa's perky rear, then rubbed her cuntlips.
Little jolts of joy knifed into the woman's belly. The feel of John's cock on her snatch caused an involuntary reaction. She opened her legs wide and lost her hold on his waist.
As the furry little triangle opened and the pussylips smiled lewdly up at John, he arched his back. His prick came blasting up to the surface, raking its way along Melissa's gash.
John didn't hesitate. As if he'd practiced the maneuver a thousand times, his body rolled slightly in the water and he speared the woman's twat dead center. As his dick went racing into Melissa's well-lubricated cunt, he felt the intense pressure and heat boiling around his shaft.
They both gasped.
Melissa felt the cock drive all the way into her pussy. The two became one. She was united with John in the most intimate, stimulating manner possible. For a minute, the nurse just floated and reveled in the filled-to-overflowing feeling in her twat. Relieved of the need to support her body by the water, she could enjoy to the fullest the feeling of having such a mighty cock rammed into her cunt.
The nurse then began to experiment a little. She gently moved her hands. This caused her to bob up and down in the water. She started moving around his dick. The corkscrewing motion almost caused her to lose control. The tiny jolts of pleasure suddenly sprouted into a monster chewing away at her insides.
But it was a monster with teeth of delight. Each tiny movement sent jolts of pleasure into Melissa's brain. Floating, drifting, filled with cock. She wasn't able to think of any other way she'd care to be.
"This is tremendous. Fuckin' tremendous!" John moaned.
He lightly kicked his legs to bring him up even further into Melissa. The soft, sliding motion of his prick made him acutely aware of how firmly embedded in the woman he was. If she should do something like make a sudden movement, she could rip his cock off at the balls.
The warmth of her cunt crept into his cock. Slowly, it moved down his shaft until his floating balls were heated. He found himself stimulated in several ways. The soft waves of the pool caressed and kissed his dangling balls. The woman's gripping cunt made sure that he didn't leave his carnal berth. And the heat flowing down his shaft caused his balls to pull into hard, tiny spheres. He felt like he was a pressure cooker about to explode.
Melissa moved her legs back around his waist. Locked together again, they rocked back and forth in the water. Their bodies divided and formed a sort of "Y", with John's cock driven into the woman's cunt at the junction of the "Y".
With both of them leaning back, Melissa's tits bobbed to the surface of the water. John reached out and took them in hand. His stroking along the wet skin caused a squeaking noise. To his surprise, it was harder and harder to rub the soft skin. All the body oils had been washed away. While it was sweet joy for the woman to have the flesh on her tits pulled and stretched, John realized that other oils would be washed away, too. The oils in her cunt.
The thought of dry humping surrounded by all that water didn't appeal to him.
"Melissa, is there anything around we can use for greasing your tight little pussy?"
"Urn? Why?" she said lazily. She was too busy enjoying the feel of his hands on her boobs and the pulsing, dancing cock inside her cunt. "There's some Vaseline someone left over there ..."
John looked in the direction Melissa indicated. A tiny jar of Vaseline had been left by some sunburn victim. He abandoned his posts on the woman's tits in favor of a firmer hold on her ass. While moving to the edge of the pool, John worked his fingers into the deep crevice between Melissa's asscheeks. His probing finger found her tightly puckered anus, but he stopped diddling with the guardian of her back door. He wanted to get his prick all greased up and ready to fuck.
They were in luck. Enough of .the petroleum jelly remained for John to take a healthy gob of it. He smeared the gooey stuff all over his fingers, saying to Melissa, "Gotta take it out for a second, doll. Just hang on . . . ow, dammit, not there!"
He removed her hand from his cock. Then the man took the petroleum jelly and rubbed it onto his dick. Still having a little left, John grabbed for and found Melissa's snatch.
"Hey, guy, watch it! Ooooooo! That's not so bad!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled her crotch up to his. The woman felt John's Vaseline-covered hand running back and forth over her cunt. A sudden jab of his finger made Melissa cry out, "God! Ohhhhhh! Your finger, your . . . your . . . ooohh! Fuck me quick!
Fuck me, John, fuck meeee!"
The man had really gotten her stirred up. When he'd pulled his finger from her cunt, it was slippery and covered with her own juices. But the water in the pool all too quickly washed it away. But the covering from the Vaseline remained.
And John had done a little extra fingering while he was down there. He made a point of tickling Melissa's little clit and giving it a healthy dollop of the grease, too.
When the woman floated up, she presented her wide-open cunt so wantonly to John that he couldn't resist. He speared upward and nailed her dead center. For a brief moment as his cock surged into Melissa's body, he felt his breath being ripped from his lungs.
"God!" was all he could utter. He was surrounded once more by her clinging, cock-hungry twat. He felt like he was going to get lost up that endless manhole until the head of his prick gently banged into the soft padding of Melissa's cervix.
"Goooooood! Now fuck me, Johnny, hard and fast!"
"Uh-huh. Slow and easy. I feel lazy drifting around like this."
He would have willingly fucked the woman as hard and fast as she wanted but he didn't trust himself. The boiling and churning of his balls told him he was close to ejaculation. John didn't want to come until he'd gotten as much pleasure out of Melissa as he could.
They were locked together at the genitals. The soft lapping motion of the water in the pool rocked them back and forth. The slight movement was all that was necessary for John to slide his cock in and out a few inches. At first, the water made the friction almost unbearable. He thought he'd burn off the skin on his cock. Then the Vaseline began to smear and coat his prick.
John started short, rapid strokes. The water slurshing around their bodies gave the gentle fucking an unreal aspect. No weight, drifting, an endless sea of delight in their bodies. The warmth filling his loins soon expanded and sent tingles up and down his spine.
Melissa wasn't experiencing the same sensations as John. His slow, short strokes weren't enough for her. She was greedy. She wanted more.
Moving her hips gave her what she wanted, needed. As she arched her back, she could feel her hair float out on the surface of the water. Her boobs thrust up like miniature icebergs. But it was under the water where the hot and heavy action occurred. She shoved her twat down onto John's prick. She started taking his short thrusts deeper and deeper up her cunt.
Melissa moaned and began to thrash around. She had to have John's cock deeper and faster. Her body arched and writhed around like a sea serpent. Finally, her legs clamped once again around John's waist. This time, she had no intention of letting go. Using her leg muscles, she started fucking herself onto his cock.
John just leaned back and floated. He was enjoying this immensely. Melissa managed to see the contented look on his face before her vision totally blurred from the fog of lust. Her brain burned with excitement. Her cunt was stuffed full of nine inches of cock. She wiggled and turned and moved and used her stomach muscles until she could feel every movement of the man's cock inside her.
The friction mounted. It was going to burn a hole right through her guts. The wet strands of John's pubic hair stroked and caressed her clit until that tiny organ felt as big as a melon. The nurse's movements took on a more determined nature. She rammed more and more of John's cock into her cunt. Further and further it raced up into her.
Soon, Melissa's entire body was seized in the velvet and iron grip of orgasm. It hadn't built up like it usually did. She didn't feel the slow pressure inside mount until she couldn't hold it back any longer. This was a unique climax. Somehow, the relaxing effect of the water, floating and being fucked at the same time, released her orgasm like the flood gates on a dam being opened.
As Melissa moaned and rocked through the climax, John held her out of the water. He didn't want her drowning while she was getting off so nicely on his prick. .
The man's intentions were good. His actions ended up as something else. He found he couldn't restrain himself from shoving his cock deeper and faster into the woman's already convulsing cunt. He felt the walls of her vagina collapse around his buried length. The entire shaft of his throbbing cock was crushed by the strength in her cunt muscles.
John was being milked by Melissa's talented cunt. It wasn't going to let a cock free. It was going to hold him in until he came, too.
The man was aware of the burning tide of his jism rushing from his balls. Knowing that he couldn't keep it back any longer, John started fucking Melissa's cunt as hard and fast as he could. He rammed in and out five times before he jetted out his creamy load of cum.
Melissa came again at the first touch of the hot jism. Locked together, the pair rolled over and over in the water. Soon, their passions spent, they rose spluttering to the surface of the pool.
"Wow, John, that was something else!"
"Yeah! More than I bargained for. A damn sight more! You sure do have a hungry cunt. Do you have teeth inside there or something? You can hang on to a man tighter than any other chick I've ever known."
"And how many's that, John dear?" Melissa's hand gripped a convenient handle. She pulled herself toward the man using his limp cock.
"Cut that out! Hey, I didn't mean . . ."
"Sorry," she said. She saw tiny gobs of the man's cum floating on the surface of the water" In the moonlight, they looked like opals. Each gleamed with a light of its own.
"Let's just say it was the most interesting time I've had on the trip so far," John said. "And to tell you the truth, you're wearing me out. I think I might go and take a couple belts of good whiskey-I've got a bottle over in the camper-and then hit the sack. Want something to drink?"
"Hmmmmm, how about a little of the milky stuff that comes out of here?"
He swatted her hand away from his cock again. "I told you to cut it out-not literally!"
"Okay. A drink. But a small one."
"Why only a small one?"
"I'm still horny." - "We'll have to see about that!"
Together, the two dried off and went laughing to John's camper. It was going to be an interesting night for both of them.
Chapter Six
"You've already finished off that quart of bourbon, John. Do you think you should drink any more? We've got to travel on tomorrow."
"Shut up, I said!" the man bellowed. "I'll get drunk if I want. And I want." He collapsed into the driver's seat in the vehicle. His thoughts were all jumbled by the booze and worry. This was the first time he'd ever cheated on Maureen. What would his wife think if she found out? Forgive him? Divorce him?
Hell, it'd been fun! A damn sight more fun than sex with Maureen had been lately. And the liquor killed the guilt feelings and made him feel as if everything were just fine.
"You're going to pass out if you start on the fifth you stashed away. I don't think I want to stay around for that."
"Whassa matter, doll, all you ever wanta do is fuck?" It took a lot of alcohol to blur John's speech. He was far past that point. Even his normally clear head was buzzing like it'd been taken over by a hive of bees.
"It's more fun than passing out drunk. I'm going to check on Pete. Goodnight. And it's been fun. Up till now."
"Cheers!" he called after the bikini-clad form retreating into the night. Dammit, he was feeling sorry for himself. Self-pity and guilt, a bad combination. He shouldn't have been fucking around with Melissa. She was a nurse. She had a job to do, and it wasn't tending to his sexual needs.
But didn't he deserve it? Hadn't he been without a woman for months and months? He'd even gotten to the point where he found himself getting a hard-on thinking about his own daughter. Through the haze of the booze, he thought how his daughter was running wild and fucking any stud that happened by. Where'd he gone wrong bringing her up? All she ever wanted to talk about was boys, boys, boys. This new generation had all the wrong values. Pleasure before everything else. Just wait till they had to assume the responsibility he had.
A family wasn't easy to feed these days. John took another swallow of the fiery amber liquor, finishing the bottle. He stumbled over to the cabinet and pulled out the fifth he'd stored away for a rainy day. This looked like it.
Besides feeding four mouths, there was Maureen and her asthma. And Pete and his asthma. And him having to give up a good job to move them. Little help he got from Dawn, either. Just wait, though. The kids would grow up and find out that life wasn't all rosy. They'd be forced to give up their hedonistic ways and settle down. Either that or starve.
John started worrying again about Maureen and her finding out about his fucking Melissa. Sure, the idea of a nurse had been his wife's. But she probably thought in terms of dried-up prunes instead of voluptuous young chicks. To hell with that. He hadn't been able to get laid for months. He deserved it.
He uncorked the fifth and began working on it.
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Melissa quickly walked across the moon-lit patio to her room. She went in and found Pete awake and sitting up on the bed. He was listening to the radio.
"Hi, Melissa. Wondered where you'd gotten off to. When the television stations all went off, I turned on the radio. Not much playing."
Rock music bellowed from the radio and filled the room. She walked over to the wall unit and clicked it off.
"I just went for a ... a little plunge in the pool." That was true, but what a plunge it had been!
She felt the boy's eyes on her body. She couldn't really blame him. The bikini she wore displayed more of her charms than it hid. Her tits between the gentle sway of Melissa's jugs and the wet material covering her cunt. He felt his cock straining and pushing hard against the sheet covering his legs. All he could remember was the sex he'd had with Melissa. And he wanted more.
"Uh, Melissa, maybe you could, uh, that is, some more therapy might be nice." He smiled shyly as if unsure what Melissa would say about such a bold request.
She smiled. "Now that you mention it, your condition seems to warrant such treatment." She sat down on the bed beside Pete's thin form and rested her hand on the bulge in the sheets. The boy gulped and nodded his head. Melissa guessed that he didn't dare say anything. She loved the look on his face, the way he was both confused and eager.
"What's it going to be this time, Melissa?"
"I don't know. How strong are you feeling? Really in control of it all, Pete?"
"Sure!"
The way he said it wasn't mere bragging. Melissa believed the boy was able to control himself now.
"Okay. Let's forget all the mouth-love jazz. Let's go for the big time. Take off my swim suit for me."
She turned her back so he could undo the string holding her top. Melissa smiled when Pete didn't do it immediately. But she was surprised at why he hesitated. He was kissing up and down her spine. The kid was definitely learning. He was starting to improvise.
"Ummm, that feels good, Pete. Your tongue bulged almost completely out of the top. The pinkish areolas actually showed through the polka-dot material. The bumps of her nipples against the thin fabric were obvious.
The bottom of the bikini hid even less. Some of her auburn pussy hair showed above the low waistband. And the wet suit neatly outlined her cuntlips for the boy's benefit.
There was no way Melissa could mistake the bulge of Pete's cock under the sheets. He was getting a hard-on just looking at her.
Melissa had to admit that she had been less than pleased when she had left John. The man was getting stoned out of his tree. If he drank any more booze, he'd have to be poured into the car the next day. She'd gone along with one drink. That never hurt. And she'd thought it was merely a preamble to getting fucked again. For some reason she couldn't quite figure out, John had intended getting really smashed.
She'd had enough psychology courses to realize he was probably feeling all sorts of guilt about cheating on his wife. That was tough. Melissa was horny and John was too. That was all there was to it. If he couldn't handle the mental end of it, that was his problem.
Not getting fucked again had left Melissa hornier than hell.
"How are you feeling, Pete? All rested? I gave you your medicine and it seemed to put you out like a light."
"I don't even remember that. All I remember. . ." His eyes bounced up and down running up and down my spine sends tingles all through my body."
"It does?" He sounded like he'd been unsure if this was the proper thing to be doing.
"It does. Now just keep going. You don't want me to loose that fine edge, do you?" Melissa was playing with him a little. There was no way she could ever lose her appetite for sex. It was ingrained in her very soul. When she died was when she'd lose her sex drive. And if there were an afterlife, maybe she could float around like she and John had. This time, though, she could fuck angels. Or more likely, demons. They'd have really hot pokers, she bet.
But her body was driving out such idle thoughts. Pete's tongue slowly looped and traced around each and every bone in her spine. He'd started in the middle of her back and worked down to the very tip of her bikini bottom. Hesitating at going further down, Pete started up again. His tongue left a wet trail of saliva wherever he went. Working up, he soon came to the woman's neck.
Pete moved around until he captured all of Melissa's ear in his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the rim of her ear, then plunged his cock-hard tongue straight in.
Melissa was completely turned on now. The boy's hot breath was exciting her. The way his tongue moved on her sensitive ear generated tiny sparks that glowed in her brain. As he gently nibbled on her earlobe, Melissa knew that she'd created a fucking machine in Pete. The boy had learned well enough to do anything she told him.
"The bikini top, Pete, undo it!" she repeated.
His fumbling fingers undid the tiny knot. He reached around her slim body and took both tits in his young hands. The teenager knew what to do now. He'd done this before and it was so much fun, he could never forget.
He stroked gently up and down the white slopes of the cones. On top, he found the little cherries of Melissa's nipples. He could feel the excited beat of her heart through the nubbins of flesh. Squeezing down, the nipples expanded and hardened. His cock got harder thinking that it was he that caused this wonderful reaction.
Pete sidled closer to Melissa and started kissing her neck while he continued fondling those lovely boobs. The soft skin of her tits really made him feel alive. The slightly bumpy, ruddy plain surrounding the nipples seemed to ripple with arousal. He was pushing the woman's passions higher and higher.
"Good, Pete, very gooood!" she moaned. Melissa allowed the warm sensations of growing ecstasy to wash over her. The boy was able to get to her right away now. No more uncertainty. He knew what to do to get her turned on and ready. But after that-well, Melissa would have to make sure that he didn't goof.
Pete's hands began to rove up and down Melissa's body. She leaned back against Pete to allow the boy to have a better range. He kept one hand cupped around a perky tit. His other hand stroked across the slightly curved arch of her belly. The soft flesh under his hand quivered and shuddered slightly. Pete knew that this meant Melissa was ready for just about anything.
He wondered whatthat was going to be.
He shoved the thought out of his head. Melissa could tell him when the time came. Right now he was concentrating so hard on the tactile feelings racing up his arm from her warm skin that he didn't have time to do much else.
The teenager boldly moved his hand even lower until it dipped under the waistband of Melissa's bikini. She said nothing so he pushed even lower. The crinkly pubic hair excited him even more. He felt his cock begin to hurt. It was getting to be even more difficult to keep from blowing his wad then and there. Pete forced down the rising tide of his cum. It was hard to do but he made it.
There was so much he wanted to do with Melissa before he came!
"Ummmm, there, Pete, there!"
He'd moved low enough to discover the meek little clit poking its way out of the protective sheath of flesh. He looped his finger around it and stroked bottom to top. Melissa's hips wiggled and moved constantly now. He knew that he was getting to her. How much longer could he stimulate her before she told him what she wanted him to do?
When he curled his finger into her juicy little hole, Melissa cried out, "Aiiieee!"
Her hips shot off the bed and wiggled until his finger was driven far up her twat. The boy felt the flow of her cunt juices drenching his hand.
Melissa knew that she wasn't going to be able to string the boy along much longer. The fondling of her tits filled her with a warm, satisfied feeling. When he stroked over her belly and probed lightly at her navel, she found herself breathing harder.
Reaching her pussy mound had been the start of her real arousal. Before that, it was a quiet sort of sensation moving peacefully through her body. The touch of Pete's hand on her cunt, the way his fingers laced through her pubic hair, got to her. As he diddled with her clit, lightning bolts* seared through her belly. Her legs felt like lead weights. Her breathing came in rapid spurts. The boy's fingering of her cunt just about brought her off.
As he thrust up into her cunt, she did come. It was a little one, but an orgasm nevertheless. She'd been more aroused than she'd thought. The brunette knew then that Pete could give her real pleasure. And was going to do it then and there.
As soon as she could speak coherently, she said, "Pete, get flat on your back. This is going to be the real thing. We're going to fuck!"
Pete gulped and almost lost his load again. His balls burned and shook in anticipation. This was sort of a final exam for him. He knew that Melissa probably shouldn't have been doing all this with him. No nurse did what she was doing. But he was the last one who'd ever complain. She was a lot more fun than jacking off!
The teenager lay back on the bed and waited. He watched as Melissa stood on wobbly legs and shucked off the bottom to her bikini. At first, he could only see the flow of the firm lines of the woman's ass. Then Melissa turned and displayed the full range of her charms. Her triangular mat of fleecy cunt bush. The lewdly grinning lips between those lovely white thighs. Her tits swayed back and forth, tracing out invisible figure-eights in the air in front of her body.
Pete's cock got even harder. His four inches poked straight up. Melissa threw back the covers and said, her voice tinged with lust, "Wonder what we have here? Could it be a cock waiting for its first taste of pussy?"
. She quickly straddled his waist. This time she" faced him. He was able to reach out and grip her tits as Melissa poised her body over his upthrust cock. She held her body just above the crown of his prick. Reaching down with one hand, she gripped his rigid dong and pushed it until he could feel the heat and wetness oozing out of her cunt.
Melissa gasped a little as Pete's cock touched her cunt lips. She pulled the prick back and forth a bit, making sure that her labia were wet and ready. Then she dropped. Gravity pulled her down and shot the four inches of stiff cock into her hungering cunt.
Melissa moaned as she felt Pete's prod fill her cunt. She gripped down hard with her stomach muscles. Her cunt tightened to the point where the boy's tiny cock didn't seem tiny at all. She could feel it pulse and begin its carnal dance.
For long minutes, Melissa closed her eyes and let the sensation of a filled cunt assault her body. She was the one doing all the work; she was the one fucking Pete. But the boy didn't care. Melissa had to show him what it was like, this first time. Then she could see how well he could improvise and make do on his own.
But this was her show.
"Ready, Pete?" she asked.
He gulped. He felt as if his cock were on fire. If he'd shoved his dong into a fire, it couldn't have burned more.
"Yeah. I. .. I'll try to keep it in as long as I can."
"Don't worry about that. Just relax-relax and enjoy!"
With that, Melissa slowly raised her hips. Pete's dick slipped out of her clutching hot cunt. There was an obscene little smucking noise as his cock broke the vacuum formed deep inside the woman's twat. As his glans came free, Melissa suddenly dropped down again. Her body engulfed the boy's cock again. She felt his dong press her pussylips inward. The sudden compression of her blood-engorged flaps caused her to gasp. It was like having an arrow shot into her belly.
Melissa twisted from side to side as much as she could. She let the boy's cock stir around inside her velvety cunt. The juices oozing out dribbled down Pete's pole, then onto the furry little sac containing his balls. The brunette was turned on by the feel of her own juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.
She rocked back and forth as well as corkscrewing around. Once she leaned back as far as she could, bending Pete's prick as far as it could go. without either breaking off or sliding out of her slippery cunt. Melissa rose above the teenager's body once more. Then dropped.
"Damn, Melissa! That's making me so hot I don't know if I can hold it in much longer!"
"Just try, Pete, just try," she moaned.
Pete reached out and gripped the woman's tits again. He started concentrating on the warmth and softness of her tits.
Melissa's body was being flooded with passions she hadn't realized were in her. Getting Pete trained in the ways of fucking was one thing, keeping him under her close supervision was another. But Melissa was surprised to find out just how much she got off on this entire scene.
The feeling of power was great. The boy was putty in her hands. She could tell him to do anything. He would. Without question. He trusted her. She felt a surge of great responsibility and triumph. Melissa had never been in the position of so totally commanding anyone before.
Pete was so ignorant of what to do. And so puppy-dog eager to learn. She could lead him through the sex act and know that she was the first one. She was getting a virgin thirteen-year-old cock into her cunt. That knowledge made her even hotter. Melissa fucked faster as her emotions took control of her body.
The rise and fall of her fucking was guided to some extent by Pete's groping fingers on her jugs. The woman was aware of stimulation in a variety of erogenous zones. Her tits were aflame with desire. Pete was flicking the nipples back and forth. Each time he crushed one of her tits flat, stabs of joy knifed into her chest and made breathing more difficult. Her heart beat faster. Breath came like liquid fire in her throat.
But it was in her cunt that the most stimulation occurred. The boy's cock was small in comparison to his father's. There was no way of comparing a four-inch cock to a mighty nine-inch one. And John was able to fuck very well; he didn't rely solely on size. He had techniques to drive her wild with desire.
Pete, however, was young and pliable. He could be molded in any way Melissa chose. And his cock was doing a fine job of pushing her up the pinnacle of orgasm right now. Each stab of his cock into her pussy made another fire catch and burn brightly. Soon, her insides were flaming with the friction of Pete's cock along her ripply cuntal walls.
"Melissa!" Pete cried. "I.. . I'm losing it!"
The woman could begin to feel the boy's cockhead expand with the added blood of orgasm. His dong bounced and jerked inside her snatch, stimulating every inch of cuntal flesh that it touched. She clamped down with her well-trained muscles, letting her pussylips gently kiss the boy's prong.
When the first spurt of jism hit, Melissa's head spun. The second and third set off her orgasm. The heat of the boy's cum was too much. That and the way she kept the cock driving in and out of her cunt. She needed to be satisfied this time. She had to be. The fucking with John in the pool had been an interesting diversion, but he'd gotten drunk on her. This was what she needed, not a drunk to nurse back to sobriety.
Pete managed to keep his cock stiff longer than Melissa could have hoped. She managed to fuck herself royally on the boy's rigid prick. Twisting and turning, her hips took control of her body. Acid seared her nerves. Then orgasm claimed her.
She rocked and cried out. Fireworks exploded in her head and cunt. Heat and a gentler warmth made her feel sated, fulfilled.
As she looked down between her legs, she saw a limp cock dribble out of her cunt. It was covered with white cum and the glistening juice from her pussy.
"Well, Pete," she gasped out, her breath still sandpaper in her throat, "How was it? Your first real fucking?"
"Wow, Melissa! 1 never thought.. . wow!" he repeated. "This is a lot better than jerking off!"
"It sure is!" she said, smiling down at the youngster.
All she could think of was the warmth still filling her guts. The boy may have been young, but he was learning. Learning fast. It wouldn't be long before he could hold his cum in for a long time and bring her off a dozen times before coming himself.
Melissa was going to have fun training him.
Chapter Seven
John was almost finished with the fifth of bourbon. He tossed the bottle onto the seat of the camper and leaned back, feeling sorry for himself. Why had he ever been saddled with a family? Why hadn't he stayed a bachelor?
The responsibility got to him at times. Running around fucking any foxy chick he picked up seemed such an appealing lifestyle. Wasn't that what most of the kids were doing these days? Anc1 if someone came along that really appealed to them, they'd shack up for a while. Then, when they got bored with each other, just split. Leave. Not even looking back to regret anything.
But that wasn't the way he'd gone. He had to get married. He had to have a couple kids. Maureen was a good wife, but the burdens were too much for him at times. Like now. He hadn't cheated on her before. And what was worse, he didn't feel all that bad about it. He'd really liked fucking Melissa. That little nurse was a hot one. The way her cunt squeezed down on his cock made him feel like a king.
Maybe that was what bugged him the most. He couldn't feel guilty about it. He took a stiff drink from the bottle, finishing it off. Two dead soldiers now. A quart and a fifth. A quart and a fifth minus the one drink Melissa had had, he quickly corrected. She'd taken some out of the quart.
Drunker than a lord, he staggered out of the camper and headed back to his room. The world spun and bounced around him. He fell down. Laughing, he got to his feet. Unsteadily, he made his way to the door of his room. Fumbling with the key, he tried a dozen times to get it in.
Suddenly, the door opened. He stood looking blearily at Dawn. He mumbled, "Sorry. Couldn't get it in."
A shocked look came on his daughter's face. John didn't even notice. He was too drunk to care about anything. He staggered in and collapsed onto the bed. Through half-closed eyes, he saw his daughter.
Not a bad-looking gal, he decided. Nice titties, just the right shape to her ass to make it intriguing. What a kick it would be fucking his own daughter. The thought got confused with a dozen others. He just wasn't able to concentrate very long.
"You're smashed, Father dear," Dawn said. Her voice sounded to John as if she were in a cavern. The echoes almost deafened him.
"Damn right, I am. Why don't you put me to bed?"
Dawn licked her lips. This was something new and different for her. She'd heard her mother talk about the few times John had gotten drunk. When he got really blasted, he never remembered anything that went on. Dawn wondered what it was he'd been doing that had made him want to get this drunk.
"Go on, Maureen. Put your loving hubby to bed," John laughed, then hiccuped.
Dawn raised her eyebrows. He was getting her confused with his wife. The girl had always wondered what her old man was like in the sack. This might be the chance to find out. Hadn't Michelle claimed she'd fucked her father? Hadn't she said it was a real trip?
Dawn quietly said, "Want me to undress you?"
"Yeah. Dunno if I can or not."
He struggled to unfasten his shirt. He couldn't begin to cope with the intricate process of getting the button out of the buttonhole. Dawn sat down on the bed, not really intending to do anything more than help him off with his shirt. She managed to get the shirt off. The swim trunks he wore had been put on backward. Dawn wondered what he'd been doing before he'd gotten in this condition.
John began wiggling out of his trunks. In a second, he was naked. His cock was larger-far larger-than Dawn had imagined. It was a monster. To have that in her cunt, pistoning back and forth... She canceled that thought. It was too perverted thinking about seducing her very own father.
"Come here, babe, I wanna make a little love." The man reached out and pulled Dawn down to his body. The girl resisted for a moment, then gave in.
"Sure you want to do this?"
Her voice was trembling. As much as she feared that her father would actually go ahead and fuck her, she was equally afraid he wouldn't.
"Course. Love you. Wanna fuck you!"
The evidence of that statement was slowly growing at his crotch. Dawn watched in fascination as her father's cock inflated like a balloon. Soon, the massive hunk of manmeat was a full nine inches long. Never had she seen such a mighty fucking tool. All the boys she fooled around with had six-inch cocks and were always bragging about it. One had seven-she'd measured it. But nine! That could rip her apart all the way to the chin if her father stuffed it into her cunt hard enough.
That decided the girl. Her father was drunk. And horny. And wouldn't remember what he'd done in the morning. Besides, he was mistaking her for Maureen.
"Go on and unfasten my nightgown. Or do you want me to do it?"
Dawn knew that John was unable to do it himself. She freed herself from his drunken grasp and straightened up. She unfastened the tiny knots at her throat, tits and belly. The filmy nightgown hung open all the way to the girl's thighs.
"Damn fine pussy you got, girl, damn fine!"
He pulled her back to him. Their lips crushed together. For a moment, the girl was repulsed by the smell of booze on the man's breath. But it wasn't as bad as dope. And hadn't she and Jimmy fucked after getting stoned that one night a couple months ago? This wasn't any different.
She opened her lips slightly to allow John's questing tongue to blunder into her mouth. The man might have been drunk, but certain actions were automatic. He couldn't forget how to make love, no matter how far gone he was. He'd have to pass out first.
Their tongues tangled and rolled around in an erotic duel. Dawn loved the way John stroked back and forth on the underside of her tongue with his. Then he began to run his tongue around underneath her lips. He traced out each and every one of her teeth.
She pushed his tongue out of her mouth, using her own. Their rough wet tongues pressed tightly together until John sucked Dawn's into his mouth and lightly trapped it with his teeth. Then he began to suck in earnest. His tongue never stopped caressing and stimulating the girl's tongue, but the sucking added a brand-new dimension to mouth love for her.
When he nibbled on her lower lip, Dawn was surprised to find her cunt beginning to flow out its thin oils. She was getting really hot from her father's lovemaking.
His hands weren't still, either. They had moved down her body and were working over her tits. For a moment, Dawn tried to back out. She knew it was wrong. Then the pleasure of what was happening overpowered her.
How could anything that felt this good be bad?
She snuggled closer to her father's body. His hands moved around her body and cupped her firm, taut ass. As if kneading bread, he started massaging her asscheeks. When his fingers delved between the thick slabs of assflesh, Dawn gasped. This was something none of her other lovers had ever done. And she really dug it!
The feel of fingers pulling her asscheeks apart made her cunt flow even more. When John's index finger moved down, searching for her asshole, Dawn knew that she wasn't going to make him stop. This was too good to ever stop!
His finger wormed its way past the greedy little guardian to her back passage. Dawn gasped at the sudden invasion of her asshole. When John began wiggling his finger inside her, she felt as if ants were crawling all over her insides. Her guts flamed.
She returned the man's kiss with added fervor as her passions were really stirred. She began working her hairy cunt against her father's cock. It was trapped between their bodies. Dawn loved the feeling of the huge cock working back and forth over her pubic mound.
Her juices dripped down and greased their genitals. Rotating her hips, Dawn made sure that her pussylips received their full share of stimulation. The huge cock fit neatly along the length of her cunt slash when she straddled her father's hips. The mighty prick parted her labia and rubbed fluidly along the pink inner lips. Dawn was being driven out of her mind with the sensations hammering into her body.
Each time she moved her hips, the big cock stimulated her until even her toes tingled with excitement.
"Hey, babe, that's good. Never done that before ..."
A light dawned on the teenager. He might have thought he was in bed with Melissa. Their little bout had shown the girl that the nurse wasn't lily white like her traditional costume. She had hidden quirks. Like getting it on with Petey. How she could get a charge out of fucking around with a little kid, Dawn didn't know.
Especially when she could have a nine-inch cock shoved between her legs.
Dawn cooed, "The best is yet to come, dearest!"
Her tits dragged over John's hairless chest. Everything was working in the girl's favor. The cock between her pussylips shook with ill-suppressed lust. And when she jerked her nipples across the sweat-sheened chest of her father, it sent jolts of joy into her body.
She enjoyed the feeling of having her boobs pulled and stretched. As she lowered her full weight onto her father's body, Dawn's boobs were crushed flat. John had reached up and pulled her firmly to him.
"Les cut out the monkey biz, doll. Les get it on!"
"Not yet. Not yet." Dawn wanted this to last as long as possible. She didn't think her father would have any trouble controlling himself. The way his cock pulsed and throbbed, he was hot. But he wasn't so hot that he'd blast off like most of the guys she usually fucked. There was an iron control about him that she liked.
Almost as much as the iron in his prick.
"Aw, cut out the funny stuff. I wanna fuck!" he protested.
In his drunken haze, John wasn't quite sure who it was pressing close to him. The hard points of the tits showed the chick was really turned on. It had to have been something he was doing. He couldn't quite remember what had been going on.
And the warmth around his cock showed that he was rammed full hilt up a nice, juicy little cunt. He wiggled around a little and found the woman straddling his body. He also figured out, in a dazed sort of way, that he wasn't actually inside that cunt. The pussylips were kissing his prick.
Not that he minded. He noticed that one of his hands rested on a naked back. The other hand cupped a delightful handful of ass. No, that wasn't quite right. His other hand rested partly on an asscheek. He had actually shoved his finger all the way into the woman's asshole.
"Hmm, I dunno what's happenin' but les get it on," he repeated drunkenly. He wanted to make sure he got his money's worth. Or was this a whore? No, it couldn't be. That one time at the convention, all the other guys went out and bought themselves women. He hadn't. He'd stayed in the bar getting drunk. Like he was now.
Through the alcoholic fog, he remembered Melissa. But this wasn't Melissa in his arms and around his prick. It had to be someone else. Since it had to be someone else, that left only Maureen.
"Maureen!" he gasped out before her mouth closed over his again.
The way she rocked her hips around suggested a lot more active lovemaking than she usually enjoyed. She was always so passive. She'd just lie there and let him fuck her any way he wanted. Sort of like screwing a corpse sometimes. Not that he minded. A guy had to get his jollies however he could. And they were married. That counted for a lot.
"Hush!" came the whispered command when Dawn's mouth left his again.
The girl continued to rock back and forth. Her pussylips were quivery and alive from the feel of the big cock resting between them. Now and then, the broad head of John's cock would lightly push against Dawn's clit. The girl gasped every time that happened. Her entire body was alive, more alive than she could ever remember it being before.
She started working down her father's body, using her tongue and lips. She found one of his nipples and began licking. He moaned. She knew he must like this turnabout. The salty taste of his sweat spurred her to lick faster, use her tongue to the greatest advantage. Dawn drove her tongue around in a way designed to give her father the maximum possible stimulation.
She was getting really worked up herself. The feel of his cock between her legs was driving her wild with lust. She knew it wouldn't be long before she had to have it inside her, driving hard, delving deep, giving her the ultimate in pleasure.
Dawn had been fucked by some real studs, but she figured that her father would be the best of the lot. And he wouldn't even know it. Irony. But she wasn't going to clue him in. He might come out of that drunken fog and refuse to finish what had already been started.
She raised up on her knees. With her hands on either side of John's body, Dawn lifted her hips and moved until her twat was directly over the crown of his cock. The big purple head looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to her. The magic of his wand would soon light her fire.
Lowering her body and using her hand to guide the nine inches of cock to its target, Dawn hesitated. The tip of her father's cock barely touched her labia. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Her pussylips shook and quivered in anticipation for the sudden entry of that cock:
Perhaps it was a sudden attack of morals. Actually getting that lovely prick shoved into her cunt was incest. A sin.
Dawn felt the prong pulsing powerfully in her hand. Her body screamed out for it. She had to do it. A sin? Ha!
The girl relaxed her muscles and let gravity pull her down around the mighty cock. She screamed, "AAAIIIEEEE!" as she was suddenly ripped and torn by the huge dong racing up her tiny cunt.
Plugged, she sat straddled over her father's cock for a few seconds. She hadn't been ripped up. But the sudden invasion of her pussy had been too quick. The cock hadn't been properly lubricated for the journey. And John was twice as big around as any of the kids Dawn was used to fucking.
That was what made the difference. Not only was he long, he was big around. She felt the inner membrane stretch and expand to make room for the huge cock inside her cunt. The jerking prick gave her a brand-new sensation.
"Damn, Maureen, you're tighter than I remember!" John slurred. He wasn't able to focus his eyes. All he could see was the flowing black hair. That had to be his wife.
"You're so biiiiig!" Dawn moaned dreamily. This was paradise. She. could stay here all night long. Her father's prick was the best ever shoved into her cunt. It warmed her, filled her, made her feel all-women. None of her previous lovers had ever done it. And the best was yet to come!
"Fuck it! Fuck me!" John groaned.
Dawn did.
She raised herself. A slow, agonizing inch at a time, John's cock left its warm, snug berth. The internal vacuum formed was excruciating. Dawn felt as if all her guts were being sucked out her cunt. Every internal organ was sure to follow along after John's cock.
There was a lewd smucking noise when the cock popped out from between Dawn's cuntlips. The vacuum died inside her. At that instant, she felt alone, deserted.
"Again, again!" she cried.
She took John's dick in her hand and dragged it back and forth along her pussylips. The gentle feel tickled her, made the hollow feeling in her cunt momentarily vanish. She let her clit duel with the huge sword of the man's cock. It was absurd.
Her clit was less than an inch long. John's cock was an easy nine. But both of them got stimulation and enjoyment out of it. Dawn felt the electric tingles of sexual electricity jolt into her every time her clit locked with the cock.
John wasn't complaining, either. The feel of the girl's hand on his cock made him feel fine. And the touch of the sensitive skin under the head of his cock against the woman's clit made him struggle to keep his jism locked deep down in his balls. He was drunk. He knew that.
He also knew he'd have to work even harder to keep from losing control too early. But damn, the woman was making it hard on him! She was playing with his cock as if she'd never seen it before. She was giving him the full benefit of all her experience. John appreciated it, in a drunken sort of way.
"Back in!" He mumbled. "Get it back in. Cold out there..."
Dawn lifted her hips and brought his cock back to her pussylips once again. This time, she slowly lowered her body around the prick. The pain she'd felt the first time was missing. This was sheer, undiluted joy. There was nothing wrong with the fine feejing of being completely plugged by the massive cock.
It began to dance around inside her juicy cunt. The girl twisted from side to side, stirring it around in her cauldron. Wet, juicy noises echoed out. Dawn could barely hear them. Her head was filled with the wild pounding of blood in her ears. Her heart hammered. Her tits rose and fell in a luscious cascade of erotic flesh. Her entire body was a giant nerve-ending just waiting for the proper stimulation.
"Here it goes!"
She dropped the last couple inches and felt John's cock smash into her deeply buried cervix. It hurt. Bad.
Dawn pulled up and had to be content with not trying to take the full nine inches up her twat. She'd finally found a man longer than she was deep.
She rotated her hips, then squirted the cock out of her. The juice trickling all over their sex organs helped grease them for the faster pace of fucking. Dawn started sliding up and down John's pole like a fireman. Faster and faster she fucked herself.
"Yeah!" he cried. "That's it!"
"Unngh!"
The tides of orgasm were building up inside her. She couldn't form coherent words any longer. All that came out of her lips were parodies of words. She moaned in pleasure. She groaned with the delight of having such a fine cock up her cunt.
The friction began to mount. The faster she rose and fell, the more warmth there was seeping into her cuntal walls. The embers of lust blazed bright inside the teenager's body. The fact that it was her father she was fucking added to her arousal. It was kinky. It was perverted. Everyone said it was wrong, a sin, a crime even.
But how could anything that felt this good be a crime? It just wasn't possible!
Dawn's entire body quivered and sang with the piston strokes of John's cock. She was continually being filled to overflowing with his pecker. When it left her cunt, she was hollow, achingly hollow and alone. She could barely wait to fill herself up again.
She was like a drug addict. She had to have her fix. And the drug she was addicted to was John's prick. Dawn began to lose control of her body. No longer did she have any control over her hip motions. Up and down they drove. She buried the nine inches balls deep in her shivering pussy. It no longer mattered what anyone else thought.
All that counted was her pleasure. And it was great. So great that a deep, powerful, pistoning stroke into her cunt set off her orgasm. It racked her body, shook her like a terrier shakes a rat. Goosebumps popped up on her smooth skin. She shivered and quivered and rejoiced in the ecstasy.
As she was gliding down from her orgasm, she felt the sudden flood of John's jism. It rocketed into her guts. It steamed and burned and set off another climax.
All the time, she frantically pumped her hips up and down to get the most out of John's cock. Long after he'd ceased fountaining his cum, Dawn kept fucking herself on his still-stiff prick.
Only when the man's cock turned into a limp, sleeping snake did the girl stop. She was drenched with sweat. Her cunt dribbled out cum. She was exhausted.
But not as exhausted as her father. He was already asleep.
Dawn climbed off the bed and went over to her own. She trembled in reaction to what she'd done.
But she knew she'd have to treasure this night. It would probably never repeat itself. She would have to be content knowing what her mother experienced in bed.
Dawn decided her mother was a lucky woman. Not many men could fuck as well as John, drunk or sober.
Chapter Eight
When John woke up the next morning, his mouth felt like he'd left his used sweat socks parked under his tongue. And his tongue! It felt like a well-used catcher's mitt. He groaned and tried to focus his eyes. The room was all a blur.
"Damn, what time is it?"
"Morning, Dad. About nine or so. You sure tied one on last night. When you came in, I didn't think you'd even make it to bed."
Dawn anxiously waited for some sign that the man remembered what they'd done. In a way, she hoped he did. And she perversely hoped that he'd liked it well enough to try again. If not. . . well, other times, other places were possible.
"Goddamn my head. Feels like it's being split apart by some turd with a jackhammer." He sat up in bed and instantly regretted it. "I don't remember a thing after finishing off the quart. Everything sort of fades away." "Everything?"
"Yeah. Except one thing. I guess I was dreaming about your mother. Sort of lonesome for her, I suppose."
Dawn shrugged. So that was the way it was. He'd thought she was Maureen. Oh well.
"I got to run. Pick up some stuff at the grocery before we hit the road," Dawn said.
"Good. Give me a chance to get back to feeling halfway human." He watched as his daughter left. The way her ass rolled in the tight-fitting jeans made him uncomfortable. He remembered what he'd been like when he was in high school. No stud would be able to pass up the come-on Dawn gave them. But he had to admit she was sure a hell of an attractive girl.
Something nagged at the corners of his mind. John tried to let it rise to the surface but couldn't. Something about Dawn. But it didn't matter. He had to get some aspirin into him and try to quiet that hammering in his head.
Showered, shaved and feeling semihuman again, the man dressed. He glanced at the calendar, then exclaimed, "I forgot! Damned if I didn't completely forget!"
He rushed out and over to Melissa's room. He knocked twice on the door. She came to answer. Past her, John could see his son sitting on the edge of the bed idly leafing through all the junk that usually filled drawers in motels.
"I've got to run, Melissa. I'd clean forgotten, but
I have a business appointment at three this afternoon. Why don't you take Dawn and Pete in the station wagon and catch up whenever you can? Here's the name of the campground where I figured on stopping. It shouldn't be too hard to find me there after, say six o'clock. But you can take your time getting there. Maybe stop for a picnic or something."
"I hope the business won't tire you out too much. You work too hard." Melissa's eyes drifted lower and she whispered, "and it wouldn't do if other things weren't hard."
He smiled broadly. "Right. But don't worry. This one's a snap account. The guy's already got himself sold. It's just a matter of shaking hands and listening to dreary accounts of all the civic clubs he belongs to. But I've got to fly. Wish me luck!"
"Luck. And may all the cops be driving the other way!"
John laughed again. "Don't sweat it. I've got ways of avoiding them, I* keep the CB in the camper tuned to the truckers' frequency. They know where all the speed traps are."
"Get moving or you'll be late. I'll tell Dawn where you've gotten off to when she gets back."
"Righto, doll." Looking past the nurse to his son, he called out, "See you tonight, Pete. And do whatever Melissa says while I'm gone."
"Sure, Dad. You know you can trust me."
The man quickly got into the camper and gunned it to life. In a few seconds, he had left in a cloud of dust.
Melissa said, "Well, your father said a mouthful about you doing whatever I say, didn't he?"
"I don't much care. You treat me better'n anybody else! What are we going to do today?"
Melissa knew what he meant. She chose to misinterpret it as she spread a map out on the bed.
"I figure we might stop here for a picnic lunch. Melissa'11 take very good care of you, don't worry."
In a half-hour, Dawn came back. "Where'd Pop vanish to? I got all the food for a good lunch."
Melissa explained. The girl shrugged her shoulders. "Sounds all right to me. How're you doing, Petey? Feeling up to the trip?"
"Sure, Sis. Melissa's got some great new medicine she's been giving me. I feel loads better."
"I just bet you do." The girl shot a knowing look at Melissa. The nurse smiled but said nothing.
"I'll go ahead and put the food into the station wagon. When will you be ready to leave, Melissa?"
"About ten minutes. Got to finish stuffing all this junk into my suitcase. Both of you run along and let me alone. We're going to be locked up in that car most of the day. I don't want you getting tired of my company."
"I won't," both Dawn and Pete said as one. They looked at each other, then laughed at their own secret joke.
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They'd been on the road for about four hours when Pete complained, "Melissa, I'm getting hungry. Let's stop and eat."
"Yeah, me too," said Dawn. "I skipped breakfast and my stomach thinks my throat's on strike."
"You talked me into it. Besides, I'm hungry too. Let's just find a nice place and pull off for a picnic." Melissa studied the countryside and finally found a sign pointing to the right. A heavily wooded picnic area was hidden a half-mile off the road.
"How's this look?"
"Great," said Dawn. "But the atmosphere doesn't count. Just the food."
"Where's the poetry in your soul, Dawn? Just for that, you can get lunch fixed up. Come on, Pete, let's you and me go do some exploring. I bet there's all sorts of neat places around here."
"Sure thing." The boy trotted after her like an obedient dog. She felt herself feeling itchy in the snatch again. It seemed that once she started fucking, she couldn't stop. The more cock she got, the more she needed to keep going.
A quickie with Pete would put a nice edge on their appetites. Especially if they found a nice, quiet place. Melissa knew how important it was to have a nice atmosphere for fucking.
The two climbed over rocks and along a stream until they came to a perfect spot. The grass looked almost as if it had been cut and trimmed just for them. A downy blanket couldn't have been more inviting.
"Let's rest here, Pete. For a while. Then we can go back and get some of the food Dawn's fixing up for us."
The boy was breathing heavily. The exertion had been worse for him than for Melissa. She had to continually remind herself that this frail youth did have health problems. It just seemed that they were in the background so much she tended to forget them.
"Having trouble with your breathing, Pete?"
"Uh, yeah." The boy collapsed to the soft carpet of grass. In a couple of minutes, he was back to normal, except for a gleam in his eye. "How about a little therapy to make sure?"
"Therapy? My, my, my, but the boy's learned a lot."
Melissa lay back on the grass and spread her legs in wanton invitation to the boy. She looked at him between her upraised knees. There was no way he could miss seeing all the way to her crotch and seeing that she didn't have any panties on under the skirt.
Pete gulped. He felt his cock stiffening as he saw the woman's naked pussy. It seemed to draw him like a magnet draws iron. He couldn't help himself. He had to fuck her.
And who could blame him?
Melissa was a vision of loveliness. Her tits poked impudently against the fabric of her blouse. It was apparent that she hadn't bothered with underwear today. Her nipples were prominent marble-sized bumps on her chest.
Pete ran his zipper down and let his cock flop out. It snapped out like the blade on a switchblade knife. Melissa smiled as she was treated to the sight of the boy's dong. It was already fully erect and throbbing with life. There was no doubt that the boy was going to take the initiative this time.
That was fine with Melissa. Let him learn the old missionary position. She was in perfect position for him. She beckoned to him.
"Come on in, Pete, the pussy's fine!"
That was all the boy needed in way of invitation. He quickly dropped to his knees between Melissa's white legs. His hands stroked up and down the tender inner thighs but he couldn't quite work up the nerve to touch her already flowing snatch.
"Go on, Pete. Hurry. I need you in me!"
The lad worked his way forward and began squirming until the head of his dick lightly touched Melissa's pussy lips. With an unexpected motion, she wiggled down and took his cock into her twat. Both gasped at the sudden insertion.
Melissa was delighted to find that the boy's cock stayed nice and firm. It didn't squirt and jet out its load at the first contact of cuntflesh. He was learning control.
She rejoiced in the feeling of a cock inside her again. Pete seemed unsure of himself. Melissa decided to help him along a little. The feeling of power she had over him increased as she instructed him, "Brace yourself on your hands. Then just move back and forth with your hips. Your cock'11 move easily in my nice, juicy little cunt!"
The words seemed to turn the boy on. She felt his prick bounce and jerk spasmodically inside her when she voiced them. He got turned on by dirty words.
"Go on, Pete, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Pete strained as he thrust his hips forward. Melissa felt his tiny prong slip balls deep into her cunt. The boy was trying hard to please her. And he was succeeding. Damn, but was he succeeding!
The woman suppressed a loud moan of pleasure. She lifted her legs and hiked up her skirt to give the boy a better shot at her cunt. Also, with her legs up in the air, he could penetrate her even further. The way his cock raced back and forth in a ragged rhythm told Melissa that the boy didn't really know what he was doing.
Time for more instruction. "Slow down, Pete. Fuck me with slow, easy strokes. You'll know when to speed up."
Would he ever know! As soon as he felt the rush of jism building up and surging down his pipe, he'd speed up his fucking tempo. But he had to learn control first.
Pete tried slow, deliberate strokes. And he almost drove Melissa mad with desire. She hadn't thought he could do so well with just a single command. With an agonizing slowness, Pete corkscrewed his cock into her clinging little manhole. After he was buried balls deep, he slowly pulled out.
There wasn't the incredible suction there was when John fucked her. But Melissa was pleasantly surprised at the way Pete's cock was pleasuring her. Over and over, he slowly inserted and withdrew his four-inch dong. Then, something seemed to take over his body.
Melissa felt the difference immediately. Pete's strokes began to speed up. He didn't try for a deep penetration each time. He seemed more intent on fucking her silly. Short, quick, pistoning moves carried him back and forth in her well-greased slot until the friction mounted. Melissa began moving her legs around to compress her cunt. By laying her knees down flat on the soft grass on either side of her body, she exerted incredible pressure on Pete's cock while it was inside her snatch.
"Ummm, wow!" was all the boy could say when Melissa began squeezing down with her stomach muscles. He never lost - the tempo he had established, though. He kept it up with the expertise of an old hand at the game.
Something seemed to tell the boy to speed up. Melissa would have told him, but he was stealing her breath away. His prick was creating enough warming friction along the walls of her cunt that she was filled with liquid fire. The way the boy was fucking her transcended what any thirteen-year-old kid should have been able to do to a twenty-eight-year-old woman.
The increased speed and penetration each time Pete fucked into her caused the woman to lose track of everything in the world except one thing: the hard, driving cock going in and out of her hole.
Pete puffed and groaned like a steam engine. He shoved his hips forward with as much power as he could. He felt the soft caressing warmth of Melissa's cunt turn into a velvet glove filled with fire. That seemed to excite him even more. He fucked faster.
His driving prick finally set off the orgasm lurking in Melissa's loins. She cried out, "OOHHHH SHIIIIT! GOOOOOOOD!" She gripped at him but her fingers wouldn't close properly. Her entire being was racked by the climax searing her very soul.
The boy kept up with his fucking. His hips began a rotary motion as he entered Melissa. He literally corkscrewed his way into her cunt." Each trip dragged his cock over the rim of her cunt mouth. His body pressed her clit firmly. The boy was concentrating on a dozen parts of her cunt all at once-or so it seemed.
Really, all he was thinking about was the fact that his cock felt like it was going to blow apart at any instant. His fucking tempo picked up even more. Faster, harder, deeper he rammed into Melissa's tender body. They were smashing together when another orgasm slashed through Melissa's body.
Pete kept on fucking. He knew that he was giving her an incredible amount of enjoyment. The look on her face was indescribable. He'd never seen anything quite like it. A half-grim, half-ecstatic mask seemed to veil the woman's finely boned features.
She was mumbling incoherently. Pete was used to that. He couldn't think too straight himself when he was coming.
This time, however, he couldn't keep up the frantic pace he had set. The woman's hot cunt finally ignited the fuse. He felt a fire burning back into his balls. Then, like a dam bursting, his cum erupted and creamed the insides of Melissa's hungering cunt.
The lewd lips of her twat seemed to purse, then drink up each and every drop of his cum.
"Unnghhhhh!" he gasped as his body strained to split the woman apart all the way to the chin. His cock was squeezed and caressed and heated and milked of every drop of jism.
The feel of the boy's sperm set off a final climax in the quivering woman's body. She and Pete rocked through orgasm together. They were tossed high on the waves of a carnal ocean shared only by the two of them. They rode up the crests of the waves, then plunged down the other side.
Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, exhausted.
"Kid, you're really learning. You're going to be a real crowd-pleaser in a few years if you keep this pace up. A lot of guys with a lot more experience couldn't have fucked me as good as you did."
"Ah, you're just saying that."
"It's true, Pete. Every word. And I think the two of us had better get back or Dawn's going to be sending out the Mounties looking for us."
"Yeah, I guess we had better get back. Besides, I'm sort of tired."
Melissa smiled. He was just a young boy. But he was learning the lessons she wanted him to learn-and he was doing it fast, too. It wouldn't be that many years until he could fuck all night long, then go looking for more tail.
They stood and Pete zipped up his jeans. They walked, hand in hand, back to the station wagon. Dawn had their lunch all ready. It wasn't all that
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much but they were hungry, especially after their extra-curricular activity.
"Well, been out giving nature lessons, I see," said Dawn. From her tone, it was obvious she knew exactly what Melissa and her brother had been up to. "I figured I'd have to eat all this by myself."
"Don't kid yourself. We've been working up a healthy appetite."
They ate, then Pete declared, "I'm tired. I want to take a nap." Without further ado, he curled up in the back of the station wagon and fell fast asleep.
"You really wore him out this time, Melissa." -"What do you mean?"
"Nothing much. I was thinking you might show me the spot where you and Pete, uh, studied the deeper aspects of nature and all that."
"The birds and bees routine, you mean?"
"Yep, that's the one."
"Okay, little bee, start buzzing along. I guess Pete'll be okay here alone. He seems to be sleeping very peacefully."
"Yeah. They always do after a good screw."
"Dawn!"
"Yes," she said maliciously. "What is it, nurse? Am I coming down with some vile infection? Are you going to examine me? I hope!"
They laughed and went off into the forest. It didn't take them long to find a spot that looked promising for.their lezzie activities. The forest spread out into a gentle glade. In the distance, a cow contentedly munched away at some grass. All in all, a peaceful, relaxing spot. .
Melissa started to say something when she felt Dawn's hand creeping up her leg. She half turned and faced the girl. Dawn's face was flushed. The girl was obviously getting hot just thinking about a little lesbian activity with Melissa.
"Go on, Dawn. Higher. I think you'll find it-interesting."
Melissa grunted when the girl's fingers found her naked snatch. Dawn's eyes opened wider. She was surprised to find warm flesh and crinkly pubic hair and juicy cunt instead of a silk-encased pussy.
The brunette's hands weren't wasting any time, either. She quickly opened the girl's embroidered workshirt and reached around behind until she could undo the hooks on the bra. For the millionth time, she damned the Frenchman who had invented bras. They were a nuisance getting on and off, especially on another chick.
Dawn silently hiked up Melissa's skirt and revealed the bare flesh to the warm sunlight and cool breeze of the glade. The girl ran her fingers back and forth between the puckered hps of Melissa's cunt. Her fingers came away sticky with love juice. Already, Melissa was hot and ready for action.
Dawn found her breath coming faster, too. The woman had taken the teenager's tits in both hands and pressed them together. Nipple rubbing against nipple stimulated Dawn to the limits of her endurance. She felt lightning bolts of delight crash into her chest. The cruel pressure on her boobs was erased by the wondrous sensation, the erotic stimulation that Melissa was giving her.
"Oooooh, yes, Melissa, yessss! That's great!" she exclaimed. Joy hurtled into her body and set her heart racing like that of a frightened fawn. Her nipples expanded and hardened with the added blood pumping into them. Her jugs felt like overinflated balloons. They threatened to pop at any second.
"You like this, huh? Let me try a little bit of mouth on them and see how you like that!"
Melissa's mouth engulfed the end of Dawn's left tit. The girl felt the pebble-hard nipple crushed down into the pillowy flesh underneath by Melissa's tongue. Feathery touches from the nurse's tongue sent shivers throughout the girl's body. When the nurse began to suck and lightly chew on the nipple trapped in her mouth, Dawn was almost driven wild with desire.
Her own hand continued to stroke back and forth on Melissa's pussy mound. She couldn't quite reach all the way to the juicy cuntlips any more. In fact, her arms were weighted with lead. Her legs began to feel weak and watery. Dawn slowly collapsed to the soft carpet of grass.
Melissa followed the teenager down. Her mouth never left the girl's tit. She loved the way the nipple flipped back and forth so easily. Her tongue raced around the ruddy plain of areola. This caused the nipple to expand even more. Soon, Melissa could feel the throbbing of Dawn's aroused heartbeat through the flesh of her jug.
Lying side by side was the most comfortable for them. But it didn't afford very much in the way of opportunity for either of them.
Melissa said, "Get out of those jeans. Get your cunt naked, too. Let's do this thing right if we're going to do it at all."
She almost laughed at the teenager. She watched as Dawn hastily ripped open her denims and squirmed out of them. The white cotton briefs she wore hardly concealed the luxuriant black-downed bush underneath. In fact, Melissa bet that Dawn wore them simply because they didn't hide her bush from any admirer who got this far. It would be a sure come-on to any young buck.
"Ready!" cried Dawn.
Melissa flipped around and opened her legs. She scooted back a bit and her cunt met Dawn's in a wantonly obscene kiss. The brunette managed to open her pussylips slightly and take Dawn's into her cunt. Not far, not with much pressure, but with a lot of erotic desire.
Their cuntlips met and kissed repeatedly. Soon, Dawn got the idea. Her own labia began to move against Melissa's. Tiny tingles of cunt-warming delight filled both of them. Their juices mixed together and lubricated their actions.
Dawn moaned as she ground her cunt down viciously against Melissa's. She had to have more stimulation. Her cunt cried out for more, ever more stimulation. Melissa used her legs in a scissors action. This took all of the teenager's snatch into a fierce hold. Squeezing, caressing, they lay end for end with their twats devouring one another. Dawn had never gotten eaten this way before and it was fantastic! The skill, the coordination involved astounded her.
But she wasn't lying there analyzing what was happening to her. She was enjoying it to the fullest. Dawn managed to lift herself off the ground enough to see her black pussy fur intermingling with Melissa's brown hair. The odd combination seemed to stir her passions as much as the wet kisses between their cuntlips.
"Take hold of my foot, Dawn. Hold it close to you like this." Melissa demonstrated by pulling Dawn's leg in to her chest. The teenager's foot rested directly between the soft pillows of Melissa's tits.
The girl did as she was told. She didn't know exactly what the nurse had in mind, but it wouldn't hurt to find out. The first thing the teenager noticed was the extra pressure they could exert on their lewd joining at the genitals.
"Ummmm, ohhh shiiiit!" she groaned as her clit was pressed firmly against Melissa's. The nurse seemed to take a perverse pleasure in giving the girl sudden, unexpected surges of pleasure.
The two women's clits met and rubbed against each other. The tiny spires of erectile flesh were well greased by their overflowing cunts. When Melissa pulled on Dawn's foot, their clits met like duelers' swords. By simply rocking back and forth and hanging on to Dawn's leg, the woman was able to completely circle her clit around Dawn's.
The sensations blasting into Melissa's body were incredible. Each touch of her clitoris on Dawn's made Melissa even more aware of her own sexuality. Who but a woman could give another woman the ultimate pleasure? She knew every feeling the girl was experiencing because she was experiencing the same thing herself.
Melissa began flexing her toes in a very unusual fashion. She groped around until her toes found one of Dawn's throbbingly erect and alive nipples. The woman used her toes to clamp down on that nipple. She started massaging and moving it back and forth using only her foot.
The girl groaned and then shuddered through an orgasm. The feel of Melissa's foot on her nipple coupled with the erotic duel of their go-buttons and the general friction of one twat against the other set her off. This was so nice. It wasn't messy like fucking with a guy. None of that slimy crud they shot out all over the place when they got excited. Just nice, slippery cunt juice and-pleasure!
"Wow, that was great, Melissa. Lemme try it.. ." Dawn's foot rested so that its arch was curved along the swell of one of Melissa's boobs. She slowly began to get the hang of the trick. Her toes soon squeezed rhythmically on Melissa's nipple. The girl wanted to return the pleasure she'd felt.
To give a little added enjoyment to their lesbian lovemaking, Dawn began to roll over. Their legs were intertwined. Their pussies lewdly kissed and sucked at one another. And with their toes diddling and fondling nipples and breasts, they were an odd sight.
Dawn managed to ignite an orgasm in Melissa. They struggled erotically together on the soft grass for several minutes while the floods of orgasmic release buffeted them.
Melissa ended up in a sitting position. She looked down at the pretzel of their legs and commented, "This is unbelievable. I didn't think I was this agile. Ummmmm, cut that out! Stop it! Oh, Christ, ohhhhh!" She collapsed back to the soft grass. Dawn had started grinding her pussy firmly against the woman's brown-thatched one again.
The way her cuntlips expanded, she knew she was in for another climax. A wet noise filled the quiet glade. It was the sound of one set of cuntlips slipping and sliding across another equally aroused set. Their bodies became vessels filled with undiluted delight. They writhed around until each reached the climax she so desperately needed.
Melissa felt as if the top of her head were going to blow off. She was sure that every sexual fuse in her body had blown, every circuit had burned out. This was as good as any man shoving his dick up into her cunt. The burning sensation made her warm and comfortable and incredibly aroused at the same time.
It was a contradiction. How could she feel so calm and relaxed and aroused at the same time. She didn't stop to worry about it. She rode on the winds of climax again and again.
Soon, her body wouldn't handle any more sex. It was too tired. She was burned out for a while. And it looked like Dawn was, too. To exhaust that little vixen took quite a load of sex.
"Ready to head back, kiddo?"
"Not yet. I want to rest here for a few minutes.
Get my breath back. You can come up with the damnedest things, Melissa. That was fantastic. Not even Michelle has ever been able to get me off like that."
"Comes from enjoying sex, man or woman doesn't much matter. Come on, snuggle up next to me."
Melissa took the girl's head in her arms and crushed her face between her cushiony tits. The girl took the cue and began licking and lapping with gusto. Soon, their sexual appetites had been restored. They rolled around a little until they were in the classic 69 position, eating each other out.
When they finally returned to the car, Melissa was sure she'd finally worn Dawn out. The teenager crawled into the back of the station wagon and fell asleep beside her brother.
In a few minutes, Melissa had the car back on the road. She began to wonder what would come from all this. She liked making it with Pete-and Dawn-and John.
But it was a dead end. As soon as they got back to their mother, it would have to be over. What the hell. Nothing lasted forever. Melissa would enjoy it while she had the chance.
Chapter Nine
They'd been driving for over six hours when John flashed his lights a couple times to signal Melissa. She pulled over at the rest stop. The scenery was lovely. There was no disputing that. Ever since they'd left Colorado and worked their way down into New Mexico, she's been admiring the scenic beauty of the state.
John called out, "Let's stop here for a while. My back's getting kinks in it from driving."
"Mine is too. Besides, I'd like to look around a little more. This country is really something."
Dawn said, "The little legend at the bottom of the map says this entire area is the middle of a huge volcanic crater."
"Is it gonna explode and spit out lava on us?" asked Pete.
"Don't be silly. The volcano died a million years ago."
"Whenever it died, this is lovely country. So green and peaceful." Melissa sighed as she thought back over the past week. Their meandering journey had taken them to a lot of different cities and through some pretty countryside. It was nice seeing America first-hand instead of from 30,000 feet out an airplane window. But the trip was nearing an end. A day, maybe two, and they'd be in Tucson.
She didn't have any regrets about leaving Michigan to come out here. Just for the scenery, it was worth it. But leaving John and his fabulous cock, Dawn and her agile tongue, Pete and his innocence, all distressed the nurse. She'd known it couldn't last forever. Keeping the three of them balanced off was something of a strain. Only Dawn knew the nurse was fooling around with both John and Pete. Pete was totally innocent. He figured he was getting the woman's full attention.
If John suspected anything, he didn't let on. It was a sure bet that he didn't suspect anything between Melissa and Dawn.
Melissa felt the hollowness return to her twat. She needed John's powerful, driving cock shoved into her again. This might be her last chance. It was certainly a good opportunity to get it on with the man. And she wasn't about to miss anything Fate tossed her way.
"John," she said quietly, "let's you and me go up that hill and see what we can see."
He got the meaning immediately. He didn't have to be a mind-reader to see that she was breathing a little faster, her lovely tits rising and falling more rapidly than normal.
"Sure." Turning he called out, "Hey, kids, we're going up to the top of that mesa. You stay here till we get back."
"I wanna go too!" cried Pete. "You're not up to it, Petey. You'd never make it halfway and I'm too tired to carry you around. And you, Dawn, you stick with him so he doesn't get into any trouble."
"Okay, Pop. Whatever you say." Only Melissa caught the glint in the girl's eye. She knew what was going on. For the chance at Melissa later on, she'd play the game now. But she'd demand her reward. It had been pretty dry in terms of boys for her. Melissa was about the only sexual release she had available to her.
"Let's hike, gal!" said John, planting a stinging swat across Melissa's denim-clad ass.
Melissa shot him a dirty look, then started off to the top of the flattened rise. They hadn't gone two hundred yards when John said, "Enough of this hiking crap. I never was much of an outdoorsman."
"No," Melissa agreed, "you seem to be more of a cocksman."
"That sounds like my speed. And you're fast enough a woman to keep me pleased."
"How about over there? A nice little stream burbling along, grass to soften out the cold ground, even . .. ummmmm, ohhh, John!"
Melissa wasn't allowed to continue her travelogue. The man's mouth smothered hers. Their lips met, then melted together. Their kiss deepened and soon their tongues were dancing erotically back and forth. Melissa loved the sensation of shoving John's rough tongue out of her mouth using only the tip of her tongue.
The man was equally adroit in the way he could slip under and tickle the underside of the woman's tongue. They stood there, locked in each other's embrace for long minutes while their mouths were engaged in the mock-fucking.
Finally, John broke it off. He said, "Enough of this, wench. I want to get into your pants."
"Okay," shrugged Melissa. "But I'd rather you fucked me. I didn't know you got off on transvestite games."
"I'm going to paddle your behind good for that!"
"Oh, no, you're not!"
Melissa turned and ran. John started chasing her. Like two school kids out on vacation, they played hide and seek through the pine trees. Finally, Melissa let John catch her. She wasn't going to pass up that paddling he'd promised her!
"Gotcha!" John cried as his fingers closed around Melissa's arm. He pulled her to the ground, managing to get his legs under her body. She lay prone over his lap.
The woman instantly knew that the little chase had gotten the man hot. She could feel the press of his erect cock through his pants. The bulge prodded into her belly.
"Now, down with these trousers."
John quickly removed Melissa's jeans and almost reverently ran his hand over her smooth, white ass.
The skin was so warm and firm and silky, he felt like he could sit there all day and do nothing but fondle her asscheeks.
"You beast!" Melissa said without much conviction. This entire scene was turning her on.
She could already feel her cunt begin to slobber and drool out its love fluids.
The man reluctantly lifted his hand from the soft expanse of skin. When he landed a stinging swat on Melissa's upturned ass, a red handprint appeared in bold relief. John looked at the imprint in disbelief. For a moment he did nothing.
He was nudged out of his reverie when Melissa repeated, "Beast!" to make sure that the man remembered what he had intended to do. She wasn't going to let him forget.
She was greeted with another stinging slap. Then another and another. The man started to warm to his task. And Melissa's assflesh began to warm up. With it, her insides came to a low boil. She felt her emotions seething and stirring her to cry out her need.
"Dammit, John, I want your cock in me! Fuck me!"
"Quiet, little girl. I'm still punishing you for running away from me like you did. You've got to be taught obedience just like the bitch you are!"
A rain of flat-handed blows landed on Melissa's ass. She squirmed and twisted, trying to escape. John managed to hold her firmly to prevent it. He continued dealing out the spanking until the once-white flesh had turned a bright, cherry red.
Every time one of the blows landed, a shock of delight passed through the woman's tortured flesh. The feel of John's hand landing on her ass not only warmed it, it started a chain reaction in her body. Melissa found herself really getting turned on by the spanking.
She couldn't escape. That was obvious. John held her too tightly. She had to take her medicine. And she liked it!
Melissa never felt more alive. As John was spanking her once-creamy-white ass, she became aware of every nerve in her body. Each was ready for something special, something more than a hand on the heated flesh. The nurse knew that it was reaching her when she felt her cunt flow even faster. She was like a river, the source buried far between her legs.
"Branding you with my handprints, that's what I'm doing. Brand you just like a heifer!" John declared. He continued paddling the upturned ass, harder than before. Watching the fierce red of his hand's outline appear after every blow turned him on.
His hard-on was already painful. His cock was trapped in his pants. And with the weight of the brunette's body across his lap, his long dick didn't have anywhere to go. It sure wasn't going where it was intended to go!
John was going to have to remedy that.
Or would he? On second thought, why just fuck Melissa? They'd done that a lot of times and it was great. None better in his opinion. She could take his cock all the way up, grip and hold it inside her slippery little cunt, then squeeze and manipulate his prick until he had to scream out in ecstasy. That velvety passage was the tightest and hottest he'd ever found.
But there might be a tighter, hotter one right under his hand.
There was one way of finding out.
John began stroking his hand up and down the rounded curve of Melissa's ass. The flesh glowed with its own inner warmth now. Instead of the normal soft white skin, the flesh was a bright red-well spanked. He thrust a hand between her asscheeks and grabbed hold of the fleshy slab.
He repeated the action with his other hand.
"Wh-what're you doing?"
"Shut up, bitch. I'm doing what I damn well please. After you ran out on me like that, you don't have any say about what I decide to do-or not do-to you."
"You . . . you're going to fuck me, aren't you?" Her voice held the faintest trace of panic. She hadn't gone through all of this just to have John cancel the game at the last minute.
"Hell, no. Now shut up."
He shoved his other hand into the humid crease between her asscheeks. He pulled the meaty slabs apart and began to squeeze the halves. When Melissa moaned out in enjoyment, he knew that he wouldn't hear any more protests from her. John rubbed his hand up and down the entire length of the crack between the woman's buttocks. The warmth from his spanking seemed to radiate all the way down, even into this deep canyon of flesh.
If John had known the truth, the spanking had set fire to a lot more than just the surface of Melissa's skin. The woman's very cunt had been set afire by the- rough treatment. She knew it was getting her ready for even better things. Her cunt was well oiled now. She was ready to fuck.
John's delving finger finally located the tiny, puckered little hole of Melissa's anus. The clenched muscle wasn't going to let anything in. It took pride in being tightly held, the guardian of Melissa's rear passage.
John was going to get through that powerful little doorway. He tried working his finger into the anal sphincter. It didn't work too well. Melissa cried out, not in joy but in pain.
Changing his tactics, John suddenly rammed his finger deep into the woman's oily cunt.
"Unnngh! Oh, John, shit! Oh, ummmmmm!"
A lightning bolt surged into her body as John's finger unexpectedly thrust into her cunt. It was a welcome invasion. She knew it had to be the first of several-the last being his nine-inch cock that would give her pleasure the rest of the afternoon.
But John wasn't content to just run his finger in and out of the woman's snatch. As soon as his entire hand was covered with her oily secretions, he moved back to her rear end. His hand slipped to the bottom of the deep crevice. There he found the tightly clenched asshole again. Using her own fuck fluids, John liberally applied the juice to the area around her asshole.
When the muscle was well lubricated, he suddenly jabbed his greasy finger into her shit chute.
Melissa arched her back and cried, "AIIEEEE! Don't, John, don't! You.. . you're ripping me apart!"
"Shut up, bitch. If you think that's big, just wait until I stuff something even bigger up your little asshole. I'm going to fuck your ass as hard and fast and deep as I can."
The words made Melissa shudder. Whether it was dread of being torn apart or thrill for the new experience, she couldn't say. She'd never had her ass fucked before. Most guys refused. And she'd never insisted because she'd been a little bit afraid.
To have John's nine-inch dick crammed into her tiny asshole was both exciting to think of and horrifying to contemplate. It could be delicious. It might be disastrous for her.
What if he tore her delicate internal tissues with his huge cock? It was just possible. Not many studs were as well hung as John. And not many could get the power and depth of penetration that he could.
She decided. "John, please, no! Up my cunt, please, up my cunt! Fuck me there but not in my asshole!"
"Shut up, you wanton whore. You never complained before and you're not going to start now. I'll fuck you when I want, where I want. You dig that?"
John was getting off on the feeling of power he had over the woman. He knew her protests were only part of the game. It turned them both on. He was the macho stud. She was the unwilling woman being seduced against her will. A nice play and not far from the truth.
"Please, noooooo! Ohhhhh!" she moaned as John's finger started working back and forth in her asshole. He was liberally lubricating every inch of the passageway with his middle finger. And using her own secretions to do the job.
John unceremoniously dumped Melissa to the soft grass. She landed on her back, then rolled over to hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up in the air like a giant candy cane. The alternating, criss-cross pattern of red and white on her ass turned John on even more.
He was the one who had branded her. He was the one who was going to fuck that gorgeous ass!
He quickly got naked. Her ass seemed to beckon to him, to call him forward to fuck it. He , immediately dropped to his knees between Melissa's legs. She quickly placed the tops of her feet over his calves as John leaned forward.
His cock went before him, searching out the humid, dank area between her asscheeks. He thrust forward gently. Melissa clamped her ass down tight to keep him out. Lacking the proper lubrication, there wasn't much John could do.
Except get well oiled for his invasion up her ass.
He lowered his sights to the slightly gaping cunt. With a quick shove of his hips, he speared the woman dead center. His cock raced up the liquid passage until he collided with her fleshy ass.
Melissa's arms turned to water and she slid forward to the ground. She rested her head on her forearms. Her arms and shoulders had been robbed of all strength by the sudden invasion of her quim. This was where she wanted John, so she kept her ass stuck up for his easy entry. She was filled to overflowing once more by his mighty telephone pole of a cock. The slightest tremor and she felt it all through her insides.
Each time John moved, she felt it. As his cock jerked and throbbed, she was aware of it. She tightened down a little on his buried dick. The head of his prick seemed to expand until it threatened to push her apart from the inside.
The purple head of his cock expanded to make the fit between the soft, ripply walls of her cunt and his mighty shaft even tighter. The slightest move stirred her passions to the point of orgasm.
But John was a skilled lover. He kept her from coming a half-dozen times. He wanted all the sexual energy inside her body to be conserved for a big orgasm. Not a bunch of little ones, but a huge one. He wanted her to be wrung out like a dishcloth.
He wanted her to tell him that it was the greatest fucking she'd ever gotten. And mean every word of it.
When the man felt the heat and wetness of Melissa's cunt getting to him, he decided it was time to leave. He wouldn't have minded staying buried balls deep in the clutching hot cunt. Rubbing his hairy thighs against her soft, spanked bottom really turned him on. Feeling the woman's smooth flanks rising and falling as her breathing accelerated, John suddenly decided.
He'd go all the way. Up her ass.
"Here it comes, doll! Ready or not!"
"John, no, you can't!"
He did.
He couldn't quite get it in on the first try. He pushed the crown of his cock firmly against the tightly puckered little anus. It refused to grant him entry. He pressed more firmly. The greedy muscle still refused him entry. John exerted a strong, steady pressure until he felt his cockhead go into the "O" of Melissa's asshole.
He paused for a moment, then slammed full length up her ass.
"SHIIIIIIT!" the woman cried out. "Damn, it huuuuurts! It hurrrts bad!"
John was suddenly lost in a paradise of carnal delight. His entire cock was surrounded by a hot, crushingly tight sheath. He had fucked all the way into the woman's bowels. She gripped and clutched at him so much tighter than he'd expected, John worried about shooting his load right then and there.
If the effect on John was great, it was even greater on the woman. She had been worried about his massive dick ripping her apart. That was exactly what it felt like when he first fucked into her asshole. True, John had greased his cock amply in the well of her cunt, but that didn't keep his thick cock from stretching and pulling her tender inner tissues in new and different directions.
She was experiencing being pulled apart from the inside out. Her entire rectum burned as if some sadist had rammed a flaming poker up it. Melissa was certain that nothing but charred flesh would be left. It hurt. It burned. It made her feel as if she were losing her grip and was going to pass out.
The woman had never fainted while being fucked. She'd thought that was something that only happened in gothic romances. Now she knew differently. She had to struggle to hold down the pain ripping her insides apart. Luckily, John was content to let his cock rest in her hot asshole and not move.
Then, as suddenly as the pain began, it ended. She was filled with warmth. The cock seemed to sensitize her insides to the point where she could more fully appreciate exactly how large John was. The man was very well hung. There was no doubt about that. But Melissa could feel each and every bump along the entire length of his prick.
The way his cockhead expanded made her feel fulfilled. The jerking motion told her exactly how aroused the man was by this ass-fucking. But she was receiving other pleasurable inputs. The rubbing of his hairy thighs on her well-spanked bottom made her warm and tingly. The feel of his hands stroking up and down her ribs really turned her on. Shivers went through her body until she was ready to cry and laugh at the same time.
John slowly pulled out of his tight berth. It had been like fucking into a surgeon's glove filled with liquid fire. His cock had felt crushed and battered. Soon, however, the woman's inner warmth had made it all better.
He idly wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't made the quick lubricating trip into Melissa's cunt. It might have scraped the skin right off his dick. That idea didn't appeal to him at all.
"Here we go, doll. It's going to get better!"
He left the head of his cock inside the "O" of Melissa's ass. He began his butt-fucking in earnest now. He slowly reinserted his cock. Again he felt the flaming delight of being surrounded by the tightest, hottest hole into which he'd ever fucked.
The Greeks had something, after all.
John let his hips take over. The entire scene was turning him on faster than he'd thought possible. He rammed in and out of the woman's ass with a quicker tempo. Faster and faster he butt-fucked her. The sensations mounted in his body. His balls hardened into a compact little bag hung under his* nine-inch pecker.
When his jism began to boil and churn inside that sac, he knew that he was nearing the point of no return. He fucked faster.
Watching his long prick vanish between the well-spanked asscheeks of the woman was a real treat. His' long cock seemed to be sucked into her humid depths. And as it passed by the anal muscle, the little "O" seemed to fondle and caress his cock. No more working against him. It was all for what he was doing to Melissa's rectum.
He reamed her bowels out with faster, harder, deeper penetrations. His hips slammed hard into her softly padded ass. The more he drove into her, the harder she thrust her butt back to take him even further into her ass. She was beginning to enjoy having her ass fucked.
Melissa had warmed and had begun to get into the act. It was fine having her ass well attended to. After her inner membrane had spread enough to accommodate the massive male invader, she was able, to enjoy the butt-fucking to the fullest. She was thankful John had dipped his cock into her fluid-filled cunt first. Otherwise, this would have been painful. Sheer torture.
Her universe spun crazily around her as John kept driving full force into her back passage. Her spine took a lot of the force of his entry. His cock reamed her out totally. The warmth and completely filled feeling was what set off her orgasm.
She felt her body seized in the rigid grip of the muscle-locking ecstasy. Rocking, she heaved her ass back toward John and took his cock an extra couple inches up her rectum.
That set off a brand-new orgasm. As the second one ripped through her mind and filled her body with undiluted pleasure, the convulsive grip of her asscheeks along John's shaft set him off.
The man's cock exploded like a stick of dynamite. He hadn't planned it that way. He wanted to keep fucking this fine ass for a while longer. But the way Melissa's ass clamped down on him, he felt like he'd plugged his cock into a milking machine.
Intense vacuum inside her rectum, incredible pressure the entire length of his prick. To top it off, the heat boiling out of her rectum was enough to burn his cock to a cinder.
He jetted out his jism in powerful, body-racking blasts. Like a firehose, he creamed the entire inside of the woman's shit chute. He gave her an enema she'd never forget.
The pair clutched at each other. John weakly fucked back and forth until his cock turned into a limp hose. It dribbled out of Melissa's asshole and hung wetly between his legs.
He felt tired, exhausted. This was something totally unique for the man. Usually he could spring back in a few minutes and have at it once more. This time was different. His climax had been so great, it took all the spunk out of him.
"Well, doll, was I kidding?"
"Nope. You called it right, John. That was simply fantastic. And I'm actually going to thank you!"
She rolled over and kissed him. For a long while, they lay locked in each other's arms. Melissa thought they made a good pair. John was innovative and she was receptive.
And both were good at fucking.
It was just too bad it was coming to an end. They'd be in Arizona the next day.
Chapter Ten
"John? John?"
The man was peacefully asleep. Melissa couldn't blame him. He'd had a hard day driving. Then he'd butt-fucked her until he had drained every last ounce of energy from his body. Let him sleep.
But Melissa still felt that hollowness in her cunt. Her rectum burned like fire ants had crawled in and begun to nip and bite at her flesh. She wouldn't be able to sit down for quite a while. Not comfortably, at any rate. That was a small price to pay for the fucking she'd gotten. It was something to cherish, that ass-fucking.
But her poor little cunt still needed attention. And it was obvious that John wasn't going to be able to get it up for quite a while. So, Melissa thought, let him have his little nap. She could go elsewhere for what she needed.
She trekked back to the car and found Pete and Dawn playing tag. It was merely an excuse to run around. Tag with two pe6ple is pointless. That told the nurse she could easily get them separated and have some fun-more fun than they were currently enjoying, she'd bet.
"Hey, Pete, come on! Dawn, stick around here for a while. I'll show you-something-later. Okay?"
"Sure. Where's Pop?" the girl wanted to know.
"He's taking a little nap up on the mesa. He'll probably be asleep for an -hour or so. He's all right."
Dawn grinned lasciviously. "All fine with me. See you " The emphasis she placed on the word left no doubt as to what she was wanting.
But the nurse didn't care. She just wanted to get her aching cunt filled with Pete's cock. It might be young and untrained and only four inches long, but it was just what the doctor-the nurse !-ordered.
"Let's go and do some, uh, therapy. You game?"
"Sure, Melissa, any time!" And he meant it. Pete wasn't used to having anyone around who was so much fun to be with. He'd do just about anything the nurse told him.
And Melissa knew it.
They hiked along until they found a likely place. It wasn't as well padded over with grass as some of the other spots, but it was far enough away from the road and John to make it acceptable.
Melissa didn't want to waste any time with fooling around. She immediately began stripping. She turned to Pete and told him, "Go on. Get those clothes off. I'm horny enough to rip them off you if you don't get a move on!"
Pete moved. He was naked before Melissa finished casting aside the last of her clothes. They looked at each other for a moment.
Pete was still enthralled by the woman's beauty. She was so beautiful he couldn't believe it. He was her slave to do with as she pleased. The red cherries of her nipples seemed like beacons to him. Beacons telling him to go instead of stop.
The boy's eyes fastened on the brown triangle of Melissa's fleecy bush. He had to get his little cock into that cunt before he went crazy. His prick was jerking and dancing around in front of his body. It hurt a little. The hurt of unrelieved tension.
Pete felt his breathing speed up as he drank in Melissa's loveliness. But this wasn't the same type of breathlessness he'd felt during his asthma attacks. Since he'd started this "therapy" with the nurse, he hadn't had a really bad attack.
She was good for him.
And Melissa knew the boy was good for her. Naive, young and completely at her mercy. She'd gotten burned by too many guys in the past. She wouldn't with Pete. She knew how to handle him. She knew exactly what he'd do-whatever she told him to.
"Come on, Pete. Let's get it on!"
She lay back on the ground, not even noticing the twigs and burrs poking into her back. The worst part was the way her asshole burned from the fucking John had given it. She wondered how long it would be before that fire eventually died out.
Pete came over and dropped to his knees. His cool hands spread the woman's thighs until he got a good look at her snatch. The lewdly grinning lips were split slightly. He saw the drops of juice on them- The pink spire of Melissa's clit was clearly visible.
She was really hot!
The nurse rocked back and spread her legs in a wanton invitation to the teenager. She knew he couldn't possibly refuse her. She was right.
The boy worked his way forward, then took his cock in hand to guide it into the woman's flowing pussy.
He didn't stuff it right in like he'd been planning. He decided to work it up and down her snatch until he was ready. The boy was really learning fast.
The boy was slowly dragging the head of his cock back and forth along her pussylips. The blood-engorged flaps were very sensitive now. The lightest of touches sent jolts of passion into the woman's body. Pete liked the way it made his cock tingle and come alive.
If it had been throbbing before, now it hardened into an iron rod. Juice dribbled out onto the boy's prick. He continued rubbing it along Melissa's cuntlips. He started at her clit. For a brief moment, he allowed his cock to duel with the tiny clitoris.
Melissa couldn't even speak she was so filled with pleasure. She heard the blood pounding hard in her ears. Deafened, she could do nothing but lie back and enjoy.
Pete's prick was being equally stimulated. He managed to rub the tiny triangle of flesh under the head of his cock over Melissa's clit. He felt his loins turn to jello. He couldn't hold his hands still. They trembled and shook in reaction.
The boy moved back along her gash. Melissa wiggled her hips. What fascinated the boy was the way she could open and close her pussylips. He could catch an occasional glimpse of the delicately scalloped inner labia. He knew that was where most of the woman's joy came from-there and her little clit.
When he got near her asshole, Melissa cried out, "No! Not there, Pete, not my poor asshole! Stick it in! Fuck me! My cunt! Fuck meeeee!"
He obliged. His cock fit nicely into her hot little manhole. Again, he was immediately surrounded by her hot, gripping cunt. The velvet-lined passageway was just as tight and hot as he remembered-and then some. It had taken so little to get Melissa hot, he wondered what she'd been doing earlier.
All of a sudden, he no longer cared. All he was interested in was giving her the best fucking he could. His cock sailed up her passage, then pulled back. For a moment, his coordination was off. His prick slipped out of Melissa's twat.
He worked it back in. Then he started fucking her with a corkscrewing motion of his hips. He drilled as far into her body as he could. This set off hidden depth charges in his body. He felt his balls tighten and begin to boil. He felt like he had a pressure cooker dangling under his cock.
Melissa moved her legs up until she was almost bent double. This caused her pussy to open wide for the boy. She wanted as deep a penetration as he could give her. He wasn't in the same class as his father. Maybe some day, but not now. So she had to give him the best break possible if she wanted him to give her his best.
Each trip of his cock into her cunt sent tiny shivers throughout her body. Her asshole still hurt, but with the force of Pete's cock inside her cunt, the pain began to change to pleasure. It was an odd mixture, but an incredibly stimulating one.
Each time he fucked deeper into her cunt, she got even more excited. It wasn't just from his hard-driving prick. It was a combination of things. It was his cock, of course. But there were other things adding to her arousal.
The fucking John had given her asshole still lingered. The last traces, of that butt-fucking wouldn't go away for quite a while. She stayed hot and receptive to just about any sex act. And the thought of being screwed by Pete really turned her on.
This might be her last chance with the boy. Her control over him would vanish. He'd slip away from her and she might never see him again. That would be unfortunate. So Melissa vowed to enjoy this last fling with the boy as much as possible.
She felt every thrust he made into her body. His dick quivered as it entered her. When he was buried balls deep in her quim, she knew that he was getting ready to come. She could feel the slow expansion of his cock that signaled the coming orgasm.
Pete's breath came in ragged bursts. He felt like his heart would rupture. But he didn't care. All that mattered was between his legs. He had to please Melissa. He had to give her the most pleasure possible and the only way he could do that was with his cock.
He wasn't kidding himself. He knew he wasn't that well hung-yet. But the nurse had been sincere when she had said he'd done a good job the other night. He wanted to fuck her so she'd tell him that again.
Pete's hips pistoned forward. His cock drove furiously in and out. He lost all track of time as he felt his shaft surrounded by Melissa's soft, velvety cunt walls. The heat seeped into his cock and worked its way down into his balls.
The thirteen-year-old couldn't hold back any longer. He fountained out his jism in one blast after another. Soon, depleted, he collapsed forward onto the woman's body.
Melissa was lying on her back, breathing hard. She opened her eyes, then gently stroked her fingers through Pete's mussed hair.
"That was great, tiger, really great. How you feeling?"
"Tired. Was it good? As good as last time?" She looked down into the boy's jet-black eyes. She had to lie to him. She hadn't come this time like before. But she couldn't possibly disappoint him. Not when this might be his last chance to fuck a chick for quite a while. His frail looks weren't likely to entice too many girls, nor was he outgoing enough to attract them.
"Better. Lots better. But let's get back. I don't want Dawn to start worrying about us. And you wouldn't want her to know what was going on between us, would you?"
"Why not?" Pete said defiantly.
"Well, look at it this way. She doesn't have anyone right now. And you wouldn't want to make her jealous, would you?" A complete he but one the boy might understand.
"All right," he agreed reluctantly. "I guess you're right. Dawn does seem to take her boyfriends awful serious, you know."
"I know. Now, let's get dressed and back. I want to talk with Dawn before your father gets back."
"Okay."
They made it back to the car and found Dawn impatiently waiting for them. She glanced at Pete and saw the way he was walking. He was sore from his bout. But the way Melissa cautiously picked her way across the field puzzled her. The woman walked as if she'd been gang-banged. There was no way in hell that Pete could have done that to her.
Dawn momentarily wondered about her father. Maybe the old boy really cut loose with Melissa-that nine-inch cock of his could leave a woman mighty sore. Dawn knew that.
Then she shrugged it off. What possible difference could it make? She and Melissa were going to get it on and that was that. Dawn found herself getting worked up thinking about it. The last time had been a real corker. That woman knew ways to drive a chick completely wild with lust. Their pussylips touching like that had been sheer delight.
And Dawn didn't discount the way Melissa had been able to use her toes to tweak her nipples. That had been an inspiration of the highest order. Nobody had even thought of that before, Dawn was certain. Not even Michelle, and Michelle was one of the most imaginative people she knew. To have been able to show her best friend ... - But that was behind her. In Michigan. She had nothing to look forward to in Arizona so she had to take what pleasure she could here and now. And Melissa was willing and very available.
"Let's mosey on over that way, pahdnah!" Dawn said in a rotten Texas accent. "We kin round up some heifers."
Melissa smiled. "Hang loose a second and let me check on Pete."
There was no need to. The boy had been exhausted by their fucking. He was curled up in the back of the station wagon, sound asleep.
"I guess your father'U be out for a while longer, too."
"Then let's not waste any more time, darling!"
Melissa guiltily looked at Pete, but the boy was sound asleep. He couldn't have heard what Dawn said.
They walked off until they found a secluded spot in the pine forest. The fragrant pine needles covered the ground and made it soft as long as they didn't do much thrashing around.
Dawn was already stripping off her clothing. "It does get so hot here, you know."
Melissa's eyes involuntarily dropped to the tight crotch of Dawn's jeans. Then she laughed. She had to admit it. She was hot for the girl, too. Maybe hotter than the teenager was for her.
She stripped, thinking that seemed to be all she was doing this afternoon. But she didn't mind. The reward was worth wearing out her clothes. She would cheerfully strip all day long as long as it meant a nine-inch cock up her ass or Pete's little prick in her cunt or-what was she going to do with Dawn?
Looking at the naked girl's black-furred cunt convinced her that her mouth had been sorely neglected today. Sure, she'd kissed a bit, but it'd be so nice having a mouthful of pussy.
She went to Dawn and dropped to her knees. Without saying a word, the brown-haired nurse clamped her hps on Dawn's equally delectable ones. The girl gasped at the sudden wetness and warmth on her snatch.
"That's it, Melissa, that's iiiiit! Ohhh! Ummmm!"
The nurse started working her tongue around in the tangled mat of Dawn's pussy mound. The pubic hair curled and tangled under her tongue. As the woman worked lower, Dawn's legs turned to rubber and she sank to the ground. Melissa followed her to the ground and kept her mouth firmly locked on the teenager's snatch.
Her tongue flashed out and licked back and forth over "the girl's clit. Dawn's hips began to buck and hump up. She ground her pussy into Melissals face. She demanded more of the woman's eager tongue up and down her cuntal gash.
The nurse was only too happy to oblige.
Her agile pink tongue flashed out and down this time. She plunged it all the way into Dawn's snatch. The girl grunted as she felt the sudden invasion of her inner cunt. Her hips twitched and she wiggled around. The nurse had trouble keeping her mouth on target.
She decided to move around a little. Melissa sent her tongue licking back along the gash. The fuck fluid was now heady as wine, the most intoxicating drink Melissa could remember drinking in.
Her tongue captured every single drop that oozed out between the girl's puckered pussylips. When the hairy hps were cleaned of their load of juice, Melissa worked back toward the girl's asshole. The slightly ridged flesh was fully as sensitive as the blood-filled flaps of Dawn's cuntlips. Melissa was sure, though, that not many of the teenager's lovers had bothered ricking here.
The girl rocked back to give Melissa even better access to her cunt. The nurse used the extra space to work her tongue over the girl's asshole. Dawn gasped and shuddered as an orgasm shot through her body. The sweet seizure lasted for only a moment, but during that time, Melissa was blind and deaf. The girl's thighs had clamped down on the sides of her head. All she could do was continue lapping and licking.
Once, she even managed to get her tongue worked into the girl's asshole. Inside, Melissa wiggled and twitched her tongue around as hard and fast as she could. But it wasn't good enough. It wasn't as if she had shoved a hard prick in there. The girl's anal sphincter evicted the tongue.
"Melissa, oooh, dearest Melissa!" the girl gasped out. "Let me re-return the favor!"
Melissa didn't bother to answer. Her action would speak louder than a thousand words. She lifted her body over one of Dawn's slender legs and planted her own cunt directly over the girl's face. The invitation couldn't be more blatant or wanton.
Melissa was instantly rewarded for her previous tongue-fucking. She felt the rough wetness of Dawn's tongue dragging back and forth along her cuntlips.
With the suddenness of a summer storm, Melissa felt Dawn's tongue slash out and cut into her cunt. Cock hard, that tongue started battering around inside her cunt. Melissa's love juices began to flow wildly now. Controlling her hips was a problem. Concentrating on sucking the droplets of juice from Dawn's cunt became harder and harder.
All the woman wanted to. think about was the lovely sensation of Dawn's tongue on her own cuntlips. She gasped again as Dawn shoved her tongue far into her pussy. The girl started kissing and lightly sucking on the puckered flesh of the woman's cunt.
When Dawn drew the labia into her mouth and began to gently nibble and lick along them with her tongue, Melissa's world was suddenly blotted out by climax. The searing bolts of electricity surged up from between her legs and crashed into her brain. Her entire body was held in the muscle-lock of orgasm. Her breath caught. Her throat felt like sandpaper. But she was filled with the most delightful experience she could imagine.
Melissa's body relaxed from the sexual high and she was, again, able to work on Dawn's cunt. Her tongue lapped and licked up the renewed flow of salty inner secretions. Melissa caught the soft, blood-filled labia between her teeth. They squished a little from their oily covering.
She started sucking them into her mouth. When they were between her teeth, she returned the favor the girl had given her. She bit down hard enough to hold them in place. Then she started running her tongue back and forth along the hps. It was the most erotic kiss she'd ever given.
The juice oozing from between the tightly pressed cuntlips was coming faster and faster now. Melissa started sucking at the same time Dawn did.
The woman thought her guts were going to be pulled out through her cunt. The pressure was unbelievable; the suction was driving her into a frenzy.
For a moment, her mouth slipped free of Dawn's oily slash. The woman called out hoarsely, "Your tongue! Use your tongue!"
The girl didn't pause for a single second. Hard and rough, her tongue sailed up Melissa's cunt.
She started shoving her tongue into Dawn's wet little hole. Each was pushing the other to an even higher level of sexual arousal with the tongue-150
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Melissa suddenly realized that Dawn was about ready for another orgasm. She shoved her tongue as deep into the girl's twat as she could. There, she rolled it around hard and fast. The whirling tornado of her tongue ignited Dawn's climax.
And, in turn, set off one in her own body. The two women were locked head to cunt. They rolled over and over on the fragrant pine-needle-covered forest floor. Their tongues continued swirling around in each other's cunts until they were both exhausted.
Dawn was the first to get her breath back enough to say, "You sure know how to make love with your mouth, Melissa. You're a real expert. It's just too bad you never met Michelle."
"You're not so bad at tongue-fucking yourself. If Michelle's the one who taught you, yeah, it is a shame I didn't have the chance of making her-acquaintance, that is."
They both laughed.
Dawn hesitantly reached out and touched the woman's turgid nipple. "Do you think - we have time for another..."
Dawn had descended and was sucking on Melissa's tit. The blood flowed immediately into it. She felt herself getting hot all over again. Time? What was time? Was there enough time to get each other off again before John woke up and decided to move on into Arizona?
Melissa didn't know. But she figured that this would be her last chance to enjoy Dawn's eager mouth and questing fingers.
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They both came three more times before they decided to go back to the car. Pete was still sleeping and John was sitting with the road map draped across his knees. In the warm noonday surt* he had dozed off again. They hadn't been missed.
Melissa decided the risk had been worth it. She lightly squeezed Dawn's hand and went, fa wake, un John.
Chapter Eleven
They drove the rest of the day and finally stopped just inside the Arizona border. From here, it would be an easy drive the next day down to Tucson. Melissa was sorry to see the trip so close to being over. It had been a lot of fun for her. And it had given her a little extra money as well as getting her expenses paid out West.
"We're going to camp here tonight," John said. "I like the looks of the place a lot."
Melissa looked around and agreed. The mountains poked up high and proud to the east and a winding stream burbled down into the desert.
"Nice place. And we stopped just in time. The sun's going down."
"Yeah. I'll have Dawn and Pete fix supper. I'd like to, uh, talk a bit with you. In private."
Melissa caught the man's meaning. He knew the trip was almost over, too. She wondered how he would react. Would it be the big macho trip or would it be something else? It didn't really matter. Whichever way it was, the trip would be over tomorrow.
John came back and motioned her off into the stand of trees near the campsite.
They walked over and John took her hand. He pulled her around until they were facing. For a moment brown eyes stared into his jet-black ones, then their hps met. Tender at first, their kiss deepened and became passionate.
Their tongues began exchanging places. Melissa loved the way John's tongue darted in and out of her mouth. He could keep his tongue prick hard when he did it. She liked to think of it as having her face fucked.
John finally broke off the kiss and pulled Melissa further into the shadows. His hands restlessly roved over her body. The woman began to feel hotter and hotter for the man. She hoped he wasn't just copping one last feel, just to dump her. She needed him-badly.
She needed his cock inside her cunt. With a good, expert fucking, she might be able to last through the next day. But otherwise, well, she'd just have to exist miserable and horny.
"Melissa, I've been wanting to talk to you but never quite got around to it. Some things I don't say too well. And this is one of them."
Melissa looked at his strained face in the dimness. She thought she knew what he was trying to say. She decided to help him along. "You want to tell me you don't really love me, is that it?"
"Yes-no! I.. .oh, hell, I don't know what I mean. I love you, but it's not the same kind of love I have for Maureen."
"She's the mother of your children," Melissa murmured.
"Yeah, that's part of it. And she's, well, she's comfortable like an old shoe or a favorite shirt. That sounds awful crass, maybe even crude, but that's about it. She's been sick with the asthma but she says she's better. There's no doubt that Pete's a lot better since I got him out of that humidity and into a drier climate. You commented on how well he was getting along, remember?"
"Yes, John, I remember."
"Well, anyway, I don't want you to think I'm going to leave Maureen for you or anything like that. I love you but it's not that kind of love. And yet, it's not just the nonattachment of a one-night stand. I don't know how to put it."
"That's all right. Some things can't be put into words. This is one of them. I know how you feel. It's about the same way as I feel."
"Really?" His voice sounded eager.
"Yes. I knew this couldn't go on forever. You've got the kids to look after. And a wife. I hope you'll remember me after we get to Tucson but there's no bond other than mutual admiration between us. I sort of love you, but, you're right, it's not that kind of love." She sighed. It was hard saying it. She had enjoyed fucking him but she couldn't honestly say she loved John. In her mind, Melissa kept that separate from making love.
"But, John, we've still got a night left. Let's not waste it."
"I agree. Sort of a farewell party, just you and me."
"Just you and me." Melissa hesitated for a moment, then added, "Well, are you going to undress me or do I have to do it myself?"
John's fingers never fumbled or hesitated in the dark. He was more confident now that he'd talked this out with Melissa. She understood. She was one hell of a woman.
As her naked boobs flashed whitely in the dark, John felt his cock hardening. It was such a sight. The alabaster flesh of her tits seemed to have an inner glow. The dimness of the forest added to the mysterious beauty Melissa exuded. He couldn't restrain himself any longer. He took a boob into his mouth and began sucking.
Melissa sighed and leaned back. The feel of John's tongue on her nipple was exciting. As he sucked, the blood flowed faster and faster into her nipple. Soon, it was erect and throbbingly hard. When he began to gnaw on that nubbin of flesh, Melissa let out a low, heartfelt moan. Tiny fingers of delight surged into her chest.
Her lungs drew in the cool air but it felt like fire in her throat. She was getting aroused just having John's tongue rolling around on the tip of her tit. She arched her back and shoved even more of her tit into his mouth.
The jug was too big for the man to entirely take into his mouth. But it didn't matter to either of them. Trying was what excited them. Melissa felt the man's teeth lightly scoring the sides of her sloping cone. His tongue pressed firmly down into the pebble-hard nipple until it was mashed back down into the pillowy flesh underneath.
Melissa stroked John's black hair, guiding him in the motion she liked on her boobs. He obediently sucked in response. Three-quarters of the way down her tit, he couldn't take any more in.
He thrust her tit out of his mouth using his tongue, then started a long spiral down the snowy-white slope. He didn't miss a single inch of titflesh with his agile tongue.
The man's mouth worked lower. He found her navel. Instantly, his tongue flickered out again, diving deep into the depression on the middle of her smooth, silky-haired stomach.
Melissa was getting hotter.
She moaned out, "John, John! Enough of this. Fuck me! Get it into me right nooooow!"
He had worked still lower. His tongue flashed along the woman's cunt mound. She tried to heave her hips up and meet his tongue. She failed. But it did give John the chance to strip off her jeans.
Melissa ran the zipper down on the man's pants and snickered.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I was just thinking of another name for you. Jack the Zipper!"
"Bitch!" he snarled, then quickly stifled her laugh with his mouth.
Their bodies molded together. Melissa's legs spread, exposing her dewy snatch to John's hard prick. He was ready to go exploring the depths of the woman's body. She reached between his legs and guided his cock to her cunt.
John bounced up and down a couple times getting into position. This time, his entry wasn't the fast plunge he usually used. He entered her softly. His cock was oiled as it slid in one inch at a time.
Each inch was both agony and ecstasy for Melissa. Her pussylips flapped endlessly on the man's long shaft. She tried to grip down on his prick with her stomach muscles but there wasn't enough cock inside her yet.
She had to be content with the gentle entry that drove her wild with desire. He was taking his time. He wasn't rushing this. He was drawing it out so that she would remember this lovemaking for a long time. Melissa didn't know whether to thank or damn the man for it.
Her body screamed for wild, abandoned fucking. The huge cock had to be driven unmercifully fast into her cunt. She had to have cock. His nine-inch cock had to fuck her.
But John had other ideas. He was already a full five inches into the woman's trembling body. He reveled in the feeling of her cunt. Slimy, tight and hot. He could feel the soft walls rippling around his prick. John wiggled from side to side a little to make sure that Melissa knew there was more to come.
He succeeded in stirring her passions to the boiling point.
She clawed madly at his back, crying piteously, "In, John, in! All the way! Fuck me, oh, fuck meeee!"
The last three inches of cock was rammed home as hard as John could send it. The impact took away their breath. For a moment, they lay there locked in each other's arms, his cock resting firmly in her snatch. Then John began to rotate his hips.
He didn't pull out. He just started moving his cock around inside Melissa's humid cunt. John knew from the way her cuntal walls spasmodically clutched at him she was nearing orgasm. He wanted them both to come at the same time.
He held off his retreat for a moment until he was sure that Melissa was truly ready for a fine, rhythmic fucking.
John's cock slid out of her cunt as if it were on ball bearings. He halted when only the head of his cock remained inside the woman's pussy lips. He was having to exert a lot of control over his boiling balls now. They felt like they would explode at any moment.
John rocketed back into Melissa's cunt. He began fucking her with all the strength in his body. The tempo picked up until they were both carried off into the wilderness of carnal abandon.
After they had rested, they fucked again. And again. And still another time. It was late by the time they had returned to the camper and the peacefully sleeping children. Seeing the two kids so soundly asleep, John and Melissa fucked one last time.
Just so they wouldn't forget each other. And they didn't. Not for a long time.
