Hank Fisher sat cross-legged like a Punjab on the bed. He squinted his eyes into little slits, trying to match the slits in the venetian blinds on the window to the left of him in the hotel room. A brilliant glare of flashing neon's sparked gaudily in 'and out of the room like a giant, pulsing, Technicolor firefly, winking and blinking in its incessant intrusion into the privacy of the darkened room.
On and off, in and out. Each flash illuminated the room in a split second of multicolored grotesqueness. Why, thought Hank to himself, do all hotel rooms look ugly regardless of price?
In truth the room wasn't ugly. It was standard, or a cut above standard, hotel fare. Wall-to-wall carpeting was keyed to the dominant color in the chic, striped, woven drapes, drapes which Hank hadn't bothered to close. Now he quietly chided himself because he hadn't taken the time to do so. At least it would have softened the neon glare from that sign whatever it was, across the street.
He sighed, looked around at the dub chairs, desk and chest of drawers along the wall at the end of the bed, and the mirror above it. A flash of flesh in the mirror suddenly snapped his mind back to the business at hand. He looked down between his legs and focused his attention on a bobbing head of black hair. It belonged to the young thing who was valiantly trying to suck him off.
Up and down her head bobbed in tireless rhythm. As she bobbed up and down, her mouth sliding up and down on his prick, she moved her head in various directions in contrapuntal harmony to the sucking. Ugh! Hank thought. Her head looks like a huge hairball bouncing in the breeze.
As, good as the experienced little mouth and tongue were at working over his prick, there was little response from Hank's organ. At most, he figured, he had half a hard-on. But the dark-haired young girl, who knelt naked before him on the bed, didn't seem to mind. She just kept up her ceaseless sucking and licking, licking and sucking. The dead silence of the room was broken now and then by slurping suction noises as she worked away.
Why should the little bitch care? Hank thought to himself bitterly. Why should she care how long it takes? I'm paying for her time. I'm paying for this blow job, and she'll suck me off if it takes all night!
Every time he said the word "pay" to himself, Hank physically flinched. That was the crux of this lousy evening. He had to pay for it! He had to pay this professional little whore. He wanted sex and tonight for the first time in his whole life, he had to pay for it! Was it any wonder he was having a hard time getting it up? Handsome Hank, the man women used to swoon over, used to fight among themselves over. Handsome Hank has come to the point where he has to pay for pussy. The thought' and realization of all of the implications almost made him physically ill. Had he lost his manhood? Had he lost his physical attraction to women. Had he lost his virility?
Hank looked up and looked at himself in the mirror. He studied himself each time the flashing neon light from across the street illuminated the room. Sure, he was thirty-eight, but his ruggedly handsome face looked younger-especially since he had gotten the hairpiece. It was a good-looking hairpiece, and not cheap. It fringed his face in steel grey, similar to the way Richard Burton had worn his hair in one of those Roman movies about Caesar.
He looked at his shoulders. They were wide, and his chest was still well molded, covered with an adequate amount of manly hair. His body was tanned and only had the hint of flab, not the reality of it.
Wasn't it only yesterday he wondered, that I was on the college football field? On the football field Hank had looked like an Adonis in his blue and gold uniform. The crowds had cheered and chanted his name. The cheerleaders had jumped high into the air, sending their tiny skirts flying tit high, or turned cart wheels. All was for the purpose of displaying their fine young crotches to him. All was in the hopes of enticing him to choose them to fuck that night after the game. He could have had any of them, all of them, or none of them, as he wished. And at various times he had done just that: fucked one of them, fucked all of them, lucked none of them, having chosen one of the many girls that swarmed around him for autographs instead.
Wasn't it only yesterday? he wondered with incredulity. Only yesterday? Suddenly he wanted to get rid of the little whore whom he had met in the hotel bar. I've got to concentrate, he told himself. The garish noon light flashed through the venetian blinds again. For the first time Hank noticed the girl's ass reflected in the mirror. He looked more intently.
The girl was on her knees, her ass waving high in the air as she rocked her mouth back and forth, up and down on his half-hard prick. In the flickering light he observed the undulations of her smooth, white rear end.
The two white mounds were small and taut. He studied them closely. On the left one he noticed a small brown mole. But as he kept on gazing at it, he realized that it was not a mole but a birth mark.
As the girl hunched forward her crack widened, separating the two molds even further. Hank could see the clean hairless crack in her ass and traced it with his eyes.
The tiny red seam widened where the mounds of her ass rounded out. It revealed the brown little sphincter muscle of her ass hole. As he watched it, it seemed to pulse with each movement of her body. He could almost imagine the little asshole opening and closing like the mouth of a goldfish in water.
A tight little brown mouth, imperceptibly opening and closing. Hank wanted to change his position so he could get his finger into the opening' and ream it gradually further and further open. And as it opened, he imagined sliding his big fat cock into it, right up to the balls! Swoomp!
Yeah! Hank was beginning to get turned on now. What difference did it make that she was a little whore? Who cared that she was sucking his dick for money? Look at that muscle pulsate!
"Um-m-m-m-m," hummed the young girl, still mouthing him. She was pleased because at long last Hank's manhood was coming to life in her practiced mouth. The vibrations of the hum on his prick tickled Hank and he could feel his organ beginning to harden. His balls began to jump.
The neon light flashed through the venetian blinds again. Hank looked deeper into the mirror. In her excitement and pleasure at Hank's response, the black-haired girl really got to work, and as she did, her ass lifted even further into the air and became more animated.
Now Hank could see not only her asshole, but further down. Her slit came into view. He could see the labial lips, the dark slit between them. Curly hair fringed it where it disappeared towards her belly.
"Spread your legs, honey," Hank coaxed her. "Lift your ass a little higher; I want to see your clit in the mirror." Without hesitation the young girl spread her knees on the bed and dipped her back. Hank could see everything now. The lips of her vagina parted even further. He could see the pyramidal clit holding fort at the apex of her slit. Her curly pubic hairs clustered around it.
There was a slight glistening from inside her love hole. The little bitch was enjoying her work. Her juices were beginning to flow. Hank was really getting turned on.
"Come on, baby, finger yourself," Hank urged as he began rocking his body to the movements of her sucking. The girl reached her right hand down between her legs. Deftly she began stroking her slit. Then she began rotating her clit with the first two fingers of her right hand.
Hank began to pant. He leaned forward and began stroking her back. Beginning at the end of her spine where it divided, he stroked upwards, one hand after the other in a broad sweep, pawing fashion.
Now they both were getting hot. The girl rammed the forefinger of her right hand into her cunt and began circling it. Then she ran it in and out in tempo to her sucking on his swollen prick.
Hank rocked back and forth. They were a symphony in movement. She was finger-fucking herself and sucking away on Hank. He was massaging her spine and rolling and thrusting his hips. Yeah, it was getting interesting now!
Her tongue whipped around the blood-engorged head of his penis. Then she licked the tender under part. There was no doubt about Hank's manhood now. The blue veins stood out on his flagpole like knotted ropes. The girl hunched forward, bringing her ass within reach. Hank grabbed a hand full and kneaded the soft white flesh. His balls were tingling.
The young, dark-haired girl slowly released his prick from her mouth and began licking all around its base. Slowly she worked her way to his balls.
Hank stroked the crevice in the girl's uplifted ass with the forefingers of each hand. Again and again he swept the length of the valley from the opening of her vagina to the tip of her spine. Then he shortened the sweep until he was concentrating on her bung hole.
"Oh-h-h," moaned the girl. Then she dove for his balls in earnest. In a second she had them both in her mouth and was working them over with her tongue. At the same time she sucked on them gently.
Hank spit on his right forefinger to lubricate it. With a fast sure movement he thrust it into her asshole. The girl jumped, releasing his balls from her mouth.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. He looked down into her sharp little face and said, "Tell me you want to eat my fat meat."
"I want to eat your fat meat," she breathed.
"Tell me you want to suck me off until I explode in your mouth," Hank panted.
"I want to suck you off until your big fat prick blows its juice into my hungry mouth," the girl responded.
"Say it with meaning. With feeling!" Hank demanded.
"I'm going to blow you, sweetie, until I blow you out of your gord. And your juices will erupt like hot lava!" the little whore hissed with vehemence. "How would you like that?"
"I'd like it fine! Do it!" Hank ordered as he rammed his finger in and out of her anal opening.
The girl didn't hesitate any longer. She started at the top of Hank's enormous prick, sucking away at the head. She ran her tongue around the rim and then took the whole thing into her mouth with a slippery slurping noise.
Hank's balls began filling with hot fluid. He looked into the mirror. The neon light continued flashing its gaudy colors into the room. He began rocking in time with the flashes, ramming his big rod down her throat with each thrust.
In the mirror, the whole thing looked like a pornographic psychedelic light show. She was reaming out her vagina and working on her clit. He was punishing her asshole with his finger. She was sucking him like a nursing baby, hungry to get at the lovely hot milk.
Then Hank felt the hot sperm beginning to move in his balls. He was going to come. Soon it would be shooting up the tube on its long ride through his enormous erection. Yeah, he thought, earn your pay.
"Suck me off," he screamed. "Suck me off good, you little bitch! Earn your pay you little whore! Suck it! Suck it!"
And she did. And he let loose. The hot stream of his gism burst from his balls, ripped through his prick and exploded into the young girl's mouth.
On and on it came in waves. It bathed the lining of her mouth and forced its way down her eager throat.
Hank pumped into her tight lips. In and out, in and out with mighty thrusts until the last drop dribbled from his penis.
The young girl accepted his load, and when he was through, she licked the last few drops off of his head with her sharp little tongue.
Hank fell back on the bed and left the girl to her own devices. She rolled over on her back and lay half on and half off of the bed.
When the panting sounds in the room had subsided, she rolled over on her side and looked up at him.
"Was that O.K., honey?" she asked solicitously.
Hank looked down at her. The climax was over and he was in a post climax depression. Suddenly the shame of having to pay this broad to do a job on him rushed over him. His penis lay shriveled and flaccid between his legs. He felt disgusted.
"Go clean up!" he growled sharply.
"But ... but ... but you really came good, honey. Didn't you like it?" the bewildered girl asked again.
"No!" came the sharp reply.
"But you must have," the girl wailed. She was getting scared that he might not want to pay her. "You must have shot off at least a pint!"
Hank realized she was afraid he might be trying to rip her off for the fee, and it made him even more angry.
"Shut up, go clean up, and get out of here!" he ordered nastily.
"But ... but ... "
"I told you to shut up!" Hank barked again. "And don't worry," he added sarcastically, "you'll get your pay, you dirty little whore. Every cent of it!"
The girl wasn't too sure. She hadn't been whoring long and this nasty turn of events was a first for her. She couldn't understand it. She had worked him over really good, and he had responded. She had nearly choked on his meat once it had begun growing.
And when he had shot off, she'd thought the hot liquid would never stop squirting out of the fat pipe. She had had to swallow as quickly as she could just to keep up with it.
But she didn't say anything. She just hopped up, took a quick turn in the john, and put on her clothes. How could she know the shame and disgust. Hank felt having to pay a girl to mouth his juicy meat? Having to pay for sex?
She couldn't know the degradation he felt. Hank Fisher, the hottest thing on campus, the hottest thing in the office. The guy girls fell over themselves to get into bed with. Now, at age thirty-eight, he had to pay for his sex.
By the time the girl returned from the bathroom, Hank was up and had his jockey shorts on. She looked at him questioningly. He didn't say a word, just jerked his thumb in the direction of the dresser. Christ! he thought. There's no way I'm going to hand it over to her. Give her the money for the blow job out of my own hand?!
The girl's gaze followed the general direction of Hank's motioning thumb. She saw the bills on the dresser, walked over to them, picked them up and counted. It was all there. Five ten dollar bills.
She stuffed the money into her pocket book and turned back to him to say something. But the look of disgust on Hank's face made her close her mouth. She just shook her head, puzzled. And still wondering what had gone wrong, she headed for the door.
At the door she stopped and turned again. "Uhhhh," she began, thinking she had to say something even if it was only goodnight.
"Get out!" Hank yelled. And she did, with out wasting any more time.
When she had gone, Hank slammed his fist into the mattress. He felt violent, angry, bewildered and helpless all at the same time. Rising from the bed he walked over to the window. With his right hand he depressed the slats enough so that he could look out. The garish neon sign blinked into his eyes. "God is Love!" it blinked on and off, "God is Love!"
"Shit!" Hank spat out. "That's all I needed!" He let go of the slats and almost before they had snapped back into place he had ripped the drapes shut.
He stood for a moment before the closed drapes, then sighed dejectedly and headed for the john. In the john he turned on the faucets of the stall shower, slipped his shorts off and stepped under the strong, hot stream of water.
Slowly he lathered his body and then let the rushing water rinse the foam away. He turned and let the prickling hot stream massage his back. Little by little he began to relax.
Back in bed he stretched out on his back and cushioned his head with both hands. His mind wandered back again to college, to the days when he was a real stud. Wanted and admired. When did it all end? he wondered. What happened? How does it happen that a guy who had everything going for him ends up with nothing, having to pay for pussy?
Chapter Two
He remembered the day he met his wife. It had been at the height of his college football career, in his senior year. He had made the final touchdown just as the whistle blew at the end of the last quarter. It had been a tight game, the score had see-sawed back and forth.
The score was 14 all. There was a tight formation on the opponent's fifteen-yard line. Would they try to kick it? "No," Hank told them in the huddle. "I want to run it. I want to ram that ball fucking well down their throats!"
He was strong and powerful A fast and tricky runner. The other team had suffered a couple of losses and their right end was weak at this point. It was agreed. Hank would try the impossible possible.
They grouped on the line of scrimmage in punt formation. The hulking line facing them regrouped to rush the kicker. Before they knew what was happening there was the fade, the pass, and Hank was wide to the right, churning turf.
When the other team realized what was happening, the two right blockers moved to stop Hank. But he had a head of steam up. He sidestepped the first blocker, leaving him to eat dirt. The second lunged for him at the eighteen-yard line. Hank leaped high in his stride and deflected the block with a smart rap to the guy's neck. The man went down.
Hank churned on. The kids in the grand stands went wild. The louder they screamed, the faster he ran and the stronger he felt! He would swear to this day that he had been doing 80 miles an hour when he penetrated the goal posts, skidded to a halt, plowing turf all the way, and gently touched the ball to the earth.
Pandemonium broke out! The tie was broken. He had made the winning touchdown with the most dramatic run of the season in the toughest game of the season.
They carried Hank off the field on their shoulders. He was a real football hero. The cheerleaders were tugging at his pant legs. A swarm of girls most attacked him in the passageway to the showers.
Sweaty, hot and dirty in his grass and dirt stained uniform, he stood signing autographs. The excitement of the game and its aftermath had excited him. His dong buzzed under the pressure of his jock strap.
He wanted pussy. Not just any pussy, but something special. Then he saw her. She was a sloe-eyed bitch with a hank of burnished black hair, and she was leaning against the wall of the passageway, looking at him with a look of detached amusement on her face.
There was a bevy of girls surrounding Hank, pushing programs and pencils at him. Whispering to him that they were free that evening, making lewd suggestions of what they were capable of doing, or wanted to do to him.
He signed his name time and time again until it became just a scrawl. And he ignored the whispered invitations and promises. Every few seconds he looked at the girl leaning against the passageway wall, checking to see that she was still there, making eye contact.
"That's enough," he told the girls still crowded around him, and he handed the program he had just signed and the pencil back to some outstretched hand.
"Aaawwwhhh," they moaned with disappointment, reluctant to move. But he pushed his way past them and approached the sloe-eyed girl. As he approached her, the look of total detached amusement never wavered on her face.
Hank stood directly in front of her and looked down into her upturned face. Their eyes met. Electricity passed between them. Her lips parted at the shock. They bathed in the sparks. "I'll be out in fifteen minutes," was all Hank said.
The evening was a mind-blower. Her name was Cathy Cummings. Right after graduation he changed it to Cathy Fisher.
The marriage was a good one. In those early years most of their time was spent in bed, fucking, just plain fucking. They were good years, fun years. And they were in love.
Everything went smoothly, as scheduled. They had two children and only two, as prearranged and mutually agreed upon. He began working in a small firm as a computer programmer and progressed rapidly. By the time the second child, a girl, joined the family group of him, his wife and their son, Hank was already comptroller of the company.
They moved to the suburbs into an expensive home with a two-car garage that housed two expensive automobiles. There was a portfolio of stocks, money in the bank ... and a girlfriend on the side.
Hank had everything anybody could wish for. He even had a summer home at the shore and a small cruiser. His wife was beautiful and loving. His children were well behaved and handsome. But he still slept around.
Maybe it was because the children took so much of Cathy's time, maybe because he was jealous of the love she showered on them, and the special closeness the children seemed to have with their mother. Maybe it was just because he was weak. God knows the women threw themselves at him mercilessly. He had gone straight after meeting Cathy, and he was true to her for years, turning deaf ears and eyes to the women around him.
But Cathy had a rough time carrying the second child, and the doctor forbade regular intercourse from the fourth month onward. At first they compensated with other means, but Cathy began to get moody and disagreeable. Finally she denied him any means of sexual satisfaction. Partly due to the lack of proper sex, partly due to the difficulties of and the medication taken for the pregnancy, Cathy turned from a loving wife into a frigid, nagging bitch.
Hank's dong began to itch. He found him self more and more vulnerable to the bold looks and insinuating glances at the office.
It all came to a head one day when everything was going wrong'. He had fought with Cathy before leaving for the office. A rare occurrence, but she was becoming so unreasonable, so petulant! Then things went wrong at work, and he was called on the carpet over a contract that went sour. He had to work late that night to straighten the mess out and get out a new proposal. When he called Cathy to explain the situation, she almost slammed the receiver in his ear! Fuck her! Hank thought angrily, as he slammed down the receiver after she had hung up.
He looked up from the phone and saw Laurie Greyson, the office sexpot, leaning lazily against the doorway to his office. Her miniskirt showed off her long shapely legs to their fullest. A mass of wavy brown hair fell loosely around her sexy face, and almost touched the tips of her enormous, jutting boobs.
She gave him her famous sultry look and then slowly ran the tip of her tongue around her slightly parted lips. Hank's penis twitched in his pants.
"Working late?" she breathed at him, pursing her lips around the "w" of working. "Everyone else has gone."
"Everyone except you ... an me." Hank responded lazily, looking her up and down.
"Is there ... anything ... I can do for you?" she asked, making sure there was no doubt as to the meaning of the word "anything."
"Yeah" said Hank. "Come here."
She slid into the room, shutting the door behind her. Hank rose from his desk and they met in front of the couch. Laurie took a step closer and pushed her big boobs into Hank's chest. It triggered an explosion.
Hank grabbed her and ground his mouth onto hers. With his left hand he circled around and grabbed a handful of ass. With his right hand he grabbed the nearest tit.
He was an animal. He wanted her at that moment more than he wanted anything else in the world. He didn't give a damn whether she wanted him or not. He didn't give a damn whether she was enjoying herself or not. All that mattered was that he wanted her.
Laurie was taken aback by the suddenness and brutality of his attack. She couldn't believe that this gorgeous hunk of cool dude, who never had anything to do with any of the other girls, had turned into a Dr. Jekyll sex maniac. She struggled to get loose from his grip. He held her too tight. Finally she managed to bite his lip.
"You bitch!" he yelled, and threw her onto his executive couch.
"Let me go, you fucking bastard!" she yelled back at him. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm the guy you've been wiggling your hips at and trying to lay for the last two years, and now you're going to get just what you've been begging for!" Hank growled.
Laurie began to whimper and tried to push him away, but his body held hers down. With one arm leaning across her chest, Hank reached down with the other and ripped off her scanty nylon panties. Then he unzipped his pants and released his pulsating fat meat.
"I've got something for you, baby, and I think you've been waiting for it long enough!" With that he rammed his giant prick into her vagina.
To his surprise it was sopping wet with fluid. Surprised, he looked up quickly at Laurie. She had stopped struggling. There was a look of sheer delight on her face.
"You bitch!" he exclaimed half angry, half amused.
"I know," she purred, rotating her hips around his fat juicy prick. "I always dreamed that this was the way you'd take me."
Hank loosened his grip on her and swung into a better position without removing his dick from her hole.
Laurie wrapped her arms around Hank and whispered into his ear. "Fuck me, Hank, fuck me."
Hank didn't need any further encouragement. He fucked her and fucked her to the complete delight of them both.
Once he had broken the ice with Laurie, it was open season. If it looked good and made itself available, he fucked it. It was fun, just like the old days in school. And once the women realized he was out to stud again, they practically stood in line waiting for their turn to get into his pants.
It wasn't too bad while Cathy was finishing the last months of the pregnancy, and the "waiting period" after. He was anxious to bed her again, but Cathy knew it wasn't quite the same.
The years passed. The children grew. Hank allowed the company president's wife to seduce him, and at age thirty-four he became a vice-president.
His marriage settled down to a quiet routine. Cathy was a good wife, an excellent hostess, and a wonderful mother. From the outside it would appear that they were the perfect couple with the perfect marriage. And in truth, there was very little to complain about.
But the tiny crack in their relationship that had started with Hank's first extramarital affair slowly widened to a gulf. It grew over the years. Not in their daily relationship, but in bed, was where it was most apparent. Hank often wondered if Cathy knew of his affairs with other women, even though he was extremely discreet about them.
Cathy suspected what was happening, but never said a word. Whether it was because she didn't want to face the reality of it, or whether she was just too much of a lady to face him with it, even she didn't know for certain, and she told herself that she didn't face him with it because of the children. That way she made peace with herself, and with Hank.
Things continued on until just before Hank's thirty-sixth birthday. He had begun to notice that women had subtly begun to change their attitude towards him. They had stopped looking at him with lust and yearning in their eyes. Stopped making advances. He was the one who had to make the approaches now. He was the one who had to try and turn them on so that he could have his way with them. He didn't want to admit that it was happening, yet he couldn't deny it.
Something was going wrong. They were flocking to younger men. He looked in the mirror one night. His body still looked good, he thought. It was pretty lean still, although he could see where some of the muscle tone was gone. And his skin seemed a bit bumpy, not tight and smooth like it used to be. "But certainly," he told himself, "not enough to make all that much difference."
Then it hit him. It was his hair! His hair line had somehow receded too far. And it was thinning on top. That's when he decided to get the hairpiece.
He wore it home one night, not having mentioned it to Cathy. She took one look and hit the roof! Then it all came out. His vanity, his ego, and the big one ... his women.
It was a row the likes of which they had never had before. The years of suppressed bitterness came tumbling out of Cathy, and Hank bit back. When it was all over there was very little left to call a marriage.
Then the next blow came. The company president announced his retirement. The company was audited and Hank, who was to be the next president, was met one morning by the IRS and FBI, who informed him that there was no company left to be president of. It had been milked dry. Rather than face imprisonment for a bevy of charges, not the least of which was embezzlement, Hank's boss committed suicide. The company went into a receivership and closure.
It was almost more than Hank could take. His whole world crumbled around his ears. His manhood slid down the drain. Everything he had worked for, everything he had believed about himself, everything he had built for his family was all gone. In the midst of it all, Cathy divorced him. Total wipe out!
He went into a tail spin. He felt de-balled, an empty shell. Everything, his job, his children, his wife, his home, his cars, his desirability with women-all of these things were an extension of his penis. The up-front visual proof of his manhood. And now it was gone. And what was worse, if anything could be worse, he didn't seem able to get another job. No one wanted him.
At first he blamed his troubles on his deceased boss. He blamed the government. He blamed the economy. He blamed his frigid wife (even though she wasn't). He blamed women's lib. He blamed the whole fucking world. But in the end, he blamed himself. He blamed his unfaithfulness. He walked around with his prick hanging out, and fate cut it off.
Things never did really right themselves never did get much better for Hank. Eventually he found a job at a big cut in salary and responsibility, but his success with women just seemed to do nothing but deteriorate. It affected his whole attitude and demeanor, this loss of face, this loss of manhood.
He no longer fought for a better position within his new firm. He didn't even rear up on his haunches when someone took a pot shot at him; he just let things ride.
He began losing his virility. He no longer walked around with a slight swagger and a tight ass, as he had when he had been cock of the roost. He began to look and walk like all the other harried businessmen with mush between their legs.
Hank was hurting, but he wasn't dead, not yet, so he decided on this vacation at the seashore. With a beach full of lovely young things, surely there would be at least one that would find him attractive and make him feel like a man again.
What happened on the first night of his long-awaited rejuvenating vacation? He got no play at the bar. And when, finally, a young thing sat down beside him and he turned on the charm, what happened? She accepted his advances and named her price. Hank was so far into her by then, he couldn't back out. So he fell to the depth of having to pay for it!
"So I paid for it! So what!" Hank yelled out loud into the darkness. "Lots of men do. And just because I did once doesn't mean that I will again!"
He jumped out of bed and fumbled for a cigarette. He lit it and drew on it deeply, exhaling the smoke slowly in a steady stream. "No, dammit! There is a lot of pussy out there, and I'm still in for my share. I've got a good face, a good body ... and before this vacation is over some little honey is going to walk right up to me and ask for my dick. Just like that!" He believed this with every fiber of his being now; he believed in total desperation that this would be exactly how it would happen.
All that crap, the house, the job, the cars, the wife, the kids, the social status. They weren't really his manhood. They were only extensions of his manhood. He knew that now. They were only extensions of his prick.
Cut them away. Cut away the house, the job, the cars, the wife, the kids. And when you did, all you cut away were the extensions, not the manhood. You cut away the extensions, but the prick was still intact. That was his manhood. That was his pride. That was the whole thing, baby! And it was still functional.
Hank looked down at his dong and stroked it lovingly. "I've still got you, he told it softly, "and together we'll lick the world. You'll see."
With that comforting thought, Hank and his dick rolled over and went to sleep.
Chapter Three
At seven-thirty in the morning he was awakened by the desk clerk. At first he was angry, and then he remembered that he had left word to be awakened at that time. He wanted to be out on the beach early.
By eight-fifteen Hank arrived at the beach area, a tote filled with cigarettes, wallet and stuff and an air mattress under his arm. He also had a giant red and white striped towel. He spread out his gear on the beautiful white sand and skinned out of his polo shirt, leaving him only in his super tight, white stretch swimming trunks. He looked good.
Hank plunked himself down and surveyed the empty beach. He loved to get to the beach early, before all the mobs of people arrived. At these times, early in the morning, the beach area was so expansive, so peaceful and calm.
He really thought he would be alone, and it surprised him to see that there was another person already on the beach, one who had arrived even earlier than he. That person was a gorgeous raven-haired creature wearing the briefest, brightest yellow bikini Hank ever recollected seeing. Her long and lean body was already beautifully tanned. She seemed to be asleep.
"Maybe she'll be the one," Hank mused to himself as he drank in her taut tits and smooth hips. "It's so deserted here, I'd like to walk right over and stick it in her. Right here. Right now. It's like a desert island. Yeah," said Hank, licking his lips with lust, "just imagine being marooned on a desert island with that!"
Hank lay back on his beach towel, closed his eyes, and began to let his mind wander. "Just her and me. All alone. On a desert island ... "
... Seaman Fisher became aware of several strange sensations at the same time. There was a grittiness under the right side of his face and under his palms, a feeling of heat on his head and back, the soft sound of lapping water, and the feeling that his feet and legs were totally immersed in water.
Slowly he tried to piece it all together in his mind. As the fog in his head began to clear, he remembered the ship, the storm, the rocks. He remembered the sound of the cracking and crushing timber as the ship was torn apart on the rocky reef, smashed against it time and time again, driven by the ferocious wind and waves, relentless in their fury in the midst of the storm.
He heard the screams of the men as they were killed or maimed by the flying splinters of wood, metal and everything else that went into the construction of the ship. And he remembered leaping into the churning waters, a small empty wooden keg under each arm. The rest was a blur of screams, choking on salt water, blazing sun drilling holes in his head, and an endless horizon of angry water.
Now it was all over and quiet. Very quiet. Seaman Fisher concentrated. All he could hear was the soft lapping sound of water, and far off in the distance the shrill screech of a bird.
Lapping water ... a shore! seaman Fisher thought. The bird ... a jungle? He flexed his fingers. Sand! And for the first time, he opened his eyes, lifted his head, and looked around.
The sun sparkled off of the sand rimming the cove. About a hundred yards back was a fringe of tropical trees. Suddenly, out of the comer of his eye, he caught a flash of movement. Tanned, naked legs. Jerking his head to the right, Hank saw a tanned girl in a scanty dress, whipping across the sand and disappearing into the trees, long black hair rippling in time to her fleet movements.
"Wait," he croaked hoarsely. "Wait!" he cried out again, dragging himself up onto his knees. The girl didn't wait, though; she had disappeared into the trees. Hank tried to struggle to his feet, but only managed to drag himself out of the water and further up on the beach before he collapsed into unconsciousness again.
When he regained consciousness he was aware of a coolness in the air and a sweet breeze which seemed to be caressing his forehead. As he focused in on it in his mind, he realized that it was a soft hand that seemed to be caressing him. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into two enormous, almond-shaped, coal black eyes, set in a fragile, beautifully tanned, oval face. The girl jumped like a startled doe and again ran off like a wild creature.
This time Hank didn't call out after her, he just watched as she disappeared into the evening shadows. When he could see her no longer, he hunched up into a sitting position and took stock of himself and his surroundings.
His red and white striped T-shirt had one of the short sleeves ripped and his black seaman's trousers were ragged at the cuffs. The right leg was ripped up to his knee. His shoes were missing. He examined his tough, lean body and found only a few minor cuts and bruises, no broken bones, no deep gashes.
Well, he thought to himself. I came through that one in luck condition. Better than most, I'll wager.
For the first time he noticed two gourds sitting in the sand next to rum. The larger one was filled with an assortment of tropical fruits. The smaller one held water. Hank tasted it. The water was fresh.
Hank ate the fruit greedily and drank the water. Then he got up and shakily walked closer to the fringe of trees. By now the sun had dipped below the horizon. Hank gathered a few branches, making himself a make-shift bed, and lay down for the night.
The next morning, the sun's rays awakened Hank. He stretched and realized his strength was back. He was feeling a little muscle sore, but otherwise all was back to normal. Sitting up, he noticed that the two gourds were once again neatly placed next to him, filled with fruit and water. Again Hank ate and drank his fill. Then he began an exploration of the cove.
By noon Hank had circled the island, arriving back at the little cove. The whole rim of the island was composed of sandy beaches. The interior, which he had not explored to any depth, was a tangle of trees and under growth. At one point he found a little stream that bubbled fresh, cool water.
Not too far from the cove where he had washed ashore, he found some driftwood, splinters of planks from his ship, and a couple of boxes. He whooped with delight when he discovered that both of them contained a full compliment of Jamaican rum. Miraculously unscathed by the storm and their journey to shore, the bottles now warmed themselves in the sun.
Here and there along the beach, and especially near the fresh water stream, he found delicate little footprints in the sand. However, he found no other prints that would indicate that anyone else was inhabiting the island except the girl who brought him food. From time to time he felt as though someone was watching him from the darkness of the forest, but despite his looking up as quickly as he could, he didn't catch sight of the wild little creature.
He lugged the boxes of rum back to his cove and the campsite he had prepared near the edge of the forest. He wasn't too surprised to see the gourds of fruit and water. He ate and then crawled into the lean-to he had improvised, and slept out of the way of the mid day tropical sun. When he awoke in the early afternoon, he felt eyes on him again. A little way off, the dark-haired girl sat cross-legged in the sand, studying him intently.
When she realized his eyes were open, she got that startled doe look again and her muscles tensed. Slowly Hank raised up on his elbows. The girl began to rise.
"Shhhh, honey," seaman Hank cooed to her. "No need to run off. I ain't going to hurt you none."
The girl had half risen from her cross-legged pose, not sure whether she should run or not and looking as though she wanted to stay, but at the same time was afraid of this strange person lying under the lean-to before her. There was about twenty feet between them.
She knew she was out of range if he should lunge. And, she was a swift runner. Many a time she had outdistanced wild animals in the forest. But she didn't understand what this creature before her was saying, and she didn't even understand what kind of an animal he might be. She had never seen a man before. All she knew was that he seemed like her, yet different. And when he had been washed up on the shore like a god out of the sea, she had brought him a token of food and water as if in some dim remembrance of what was proper to do.
She decided to wait a bit longer and see what he would do. But she was ready to spring away at the first sign of hostility.
"Do you understand English, child?" Hank asked sweetly. The girl, obviously only a teen-ager, just looked at him uncomprehendingly.
"I guess not," Hank said more to himself than to her. "Well, I ain't about to hurt you, you pretty little wild thing. I sure intend to fuck you, but I don't intend to hurt you," Hank told her, still in a sweet, reassuring voice, knowing she didn't understand. For with all wild creatures, it was not the words you said, but the tone of voice you used that gentled them and made them your friends.
When he felt she wouldn't bolt, Hank raised himself slowly to a sitting position. And the two of them sat cross-legged, looking at each other, she watching for any sudden, hostile move, he hoping she didn't read too much lust in his face.
He kept cooing at her until she began to relax. Then he began trying to teach her a word to see if she could make any sounds at all.
"Me," he said, pointing at himself. "boy. You," he said pointing at her, "girl." He repeated the phrases several times, patiently, over and over again. He felt if he could make verbal contact with her, get her to attempt some type of verbal communication, he would be on his way to a complete seduction of this most desirable wild bitch.
Finally she caught on. "B-b-boyd," she tried to mimic. "Girld."
"Yeah," Hank laughed, "that's getting it."
She repeated the two words and then began to laugh also. For a few seconds they found an intimacy in the shared laughter, and fear vanished from her face.
They were friends now. So Hank began expanding the lesson to include the fruit and water. Then he offered her the fruit, but she refused to come closer. He offered her water, and she still hung back. Then the girl fell silent and began studying him again.
She looked at him and then looked at herself.
"Ahhh, you little heathen devil," Hank said warmly. "You're beginning to take stock of the differences, huh? Well maybe it's time for an anatomy lesson." But first he pulled out one of the bottles of rum and poured a goodly portion of it into the two gourds. He kept the little one and pushed the big one toward her. She displayed interest, but no intention of taking it.
Hank picked up his gourd and pointed to it. "Drink. Good." He took a sip. The warm rum ran down his throat. In a few minutes, the warm afternoon sun began to feel sensuous. This was just the feeling he had wanted to conjure up. Now to get her to take some ... and then the basic anatomy lesson.
It took some doing, but finally the gorgeous wild girl crept closer and drank from the gourd of rum Hank had put out for her.
"That's it, honey. And another. Yes. And another." At first the girl made a face of dislike, but, encouraged by Hank she took another sip and another, and slowly a smile crept across her face.
"That's more like it," he smiled at her. Slowly, he removed his T-shirt, making sure that he did it without any awkward movements. The girl watched, fascinated. When he had it off, he slowly flexed the muscles of his arms, and then took a deep breath and preened before her in the sun.
He could see that she was delighted and at the same time puzzled. She looked at his chest and then down at hers. She pointed at his breasts and then touched hers, looking at him questioningly.
"Well, my little wild bird, why don't you drop the top of your dress and we'll have a real look-see," Hank said to her softly and again encouragingly. After many gestures, the girl got the idea and slipped down the top of her woven hemp dress.
Slowly one strap slipped down over her soft, rounded left shoulder, half exposing her luscious left tit. Then she slowly let the strap fall down off of her right shoulder. Now both of her firm, full tits were exposed. Hank kept encouraging her. Finally, she let the handmade dress fall to her tiny waist, fully exposing her boobs.
Hank sucked air sharply. He had never seen such perfectly formed orbs before in his life. They were taut cones tipped with the reddest of rose-bud nipples. They glistened beckoningly, teasingly, in the sensuous afternoon sun.
Unconsciously Hank started forward, hand outstretched. The girl jumped back. Hank had to catch himself and gentle her down again with soothing words. When she had quieted down, Hank started working on getting her to preen a bit for him.
He inhaled deeply, expanding his chest and moved it back and forth in a rocking movement. She giggled and then did the same. Her tits stood out straight, the little rose buds describing undulating curves as she moved back and forth.
Hank took a deep swig of rum and bid her do the same. He had never seen a strip show any more sexy than this private showing he was getting for free on the lonely, deserted tropical island.
After a while he slowly rose up, dropped his trousers, and stood nude before her. She looked at him wonderingly, and then slowly stood up and let her dress fall to the ground. She looked at Hank's prick and balls and then down at her own little tousled, haired cunt. She pointed at his manliness and then to herself. "Boy?" she asked. "Girl?"
"Well, honey, can't say you don't learn fast. Now for a basic demonstration. I'm gonna show you something you probably ain't never seen before."
Between the warm tropical sun, the rum and the vision of the luscious creature standing bare-assed in front of him, Hank was beginning to feel that familiar buzzing in his balls.
She really was beautiful. Her long, dark, uncombed hair hung heavily around her soft rounded shoulders. Her tits jutted out like two miracles. Her rib cage sloped in towards a miniature waist. Her tummy was flat and smooth. Her well rounded hips led into a pair of shapely legs with thin ankles and small feet. Her coot area was small and covered with a mysterious tangle of black silken hair.
Her skin, tanned by the tropical sun, glistened like beige satin. Her face was innocent, her almond shaped dark eyes had the look of those of a wild free animal. In short, she was enough to cause a buzzing in a eunuch's balls.
Hank took his dick in his right hand and began caressing it. He slowly pumped it a bit, all the time looking at her, and she all the time with eyes fixed in wonder on his prick. Slowly it grew, and he would stop and let her see how it was growing. She made sounds of awe as she watched what to her seemed a miracle.
Hank pumped his dick a bit more. Then he let it go and it stood straight out at a right angle from his balls.
"Oooowwwww" the girl uttered in admiration. She looked down at her cunt and tried to pull her clit, but became puzzled because nothing happened ... except that it felt good.
She looked back at Hank. He stood with both hands on his hips and wiggled his prick up and down.
The girl giggled. He did it again, and she took a step forward, hand outstretched.
"That's it, baby. You wanna feel it? Com'on you little cock sucker, grab a handful."
But the girl's fears returned and she didn't come any closer. So Hank continued playing with himself, meanwhile drinking in the beautiful female standing naked before him.
He kept coaxing her closer and closer. It occurred to him that she might feel safer if he lay down, so he did. His cock stood straight up in the air, fat and blood-gorged.
The fascinated girl crept closer and closer. Her tits swung enticingly as she moved. At last, she was within arm's length of Hank. Slowly, tentatively, she reached out a hand toward his big cock. She touched it. A thrill ran down Hank's spine. The girl giggled.
"Com'on you beautiful hunk of wild filly," Hank encouraged the girl, even though she didn't understand a word he was saying. "Com' on and take it in your lovely little hand."
But the girl moved closer and trailed her fingers along his chest and stomach instead. She reached up and touched his face. Hank kissed her fingertips. She liked it.
He didn't move to touch her. Instead he let her explore his body with her soft hands. She stroked his shoulders, his chest, and rimmed his nipples. Then she stroked her tits, cupping them in her hands and playing with her nipples.
Hank was drinking it all in, trying to hold himself in check. Finally, she reached for his left hand and placed it on her right boob. She reached down for his cock and gently pumped it.
"Now you're catching on, ain't you, baby," Hank said, as he gently began massaging her tits with both hands. They were such lovely orbs. He fondled them and began playing with the rose bud ends. He moved his hand slowly down to her waist and gently moved her closer so her tits were near enough to suck.
He started on the right one. Holding it m both hands, he licked it. Then he took the entire end into his mouth and sucked on it, moving from the orb to the tip. He sucked and tongued the nipple until it started getting big and hard. Then he went to work on her left tit in the same manner.
When he had sucked and licked and tongued the tiny rose bud nipple into a beautiful hard blossom like the right one, Hank pushed them both together and began feasting on both of her tits together.
The wild girl cooed and cooed in obvious pleasure. She stepped up her pumping activities on his cock and then began trailing her fingers over his balls. Slowly she began undulating her hips in rhythm to his sucking of her tits. Things were going along beautifully.
Hank let go of the tits and with his right hand began stroking the girl's satin-smooth skin from her shoulders down to her ass. He was getting ready for the big move.
With his left hand he slowly caressed the girl's thigh. Ever wider and ever wider he made the strokes until he reached between her legs and drew a finger up the full length of the crack of her cunt.
The girl jumped with surprise and a little fear. But Hank began nuzzling her soft neck and stroking her back with his left hand until she quieted down again.
Slowly he fingered her clit, rimming around it and then massaging it gently. He moved his finger down to her love hole. It was as small and tight as an ass hole. It was obvious nothing had ever gotten into it before.
With the middle finger of his left hand, Hank began working around the opening in small deft circles, forcing it ever so carefully to open a little further and a little further.
With his right hand he was stroking her ass now, and. he could feel her breath grow hot on his chest. She began licking his chest with sensuous laps of her little tongue. Next, she moved on to his nipples.
She rimmed them with the tip of her tongue. She licked over them time and time again with the broad, fiat, rough surface of her tongue. Hank was fairly going mad with passion, and he pushed further into her cunt hole, to find it juicy and wet.
The girl nibbled on Hank's tits and sucked them until they got hard. Hank was reaming out her cunt with his fingers until he was able to get two fingers into it. Round and round he reamed her until he felt her relax the muscles and he knew he could get his big cock in there.
But Hank knew that getting his fingers in the wild little teen-ager and getting his cock in her for a good fucking might be two different things. He was so hot, though, he wanted to fuck her NOW and that's all there was to it.
Forgetting everything but his lust, he pushed the girl over on her back and got on top of her. The girl was startled by the sudden shift and began to fight, her dark, almond-shaped eyes wide with fear.
Hank didn't give a damn. "The time has come for you to be rocked, baby," Hank panted, "so you just might as well relax and enjoy it, eh?"
He leaned down on her chest, just above her tits, with his left forearm. He hunched up his rear and guided his cock toward her hole with his right hand. His cock was fat and ready, oozing slightly from the tip. He reamed round her opening, which had tightened again, using the tip of his prick.
The frightened teen-ager began making wild sounds. She struggled to free herself from underneath him, but Hank held her fast. He angled his head down and grabbed a mouthful of tit and sucked away. The girl was torn between the sensation of his sucking her tit and the fear she felt about being manhandled so roughly.
Finally Hank grew tired of trying to penetrate her tight cunt and rammed his joint into the hole, forcing it to give way. As soon as he got the head of his prick into the tight, but wet, cunt, he knew he was home free. With one helluva lunge he shoved his rod in straight up to the balls.
The girl let out an animal scream that was more like a howl than a scream. She bucked her hips wildly. Thrusting them up and down and around and back and forth.
Hank didn't have to do a thing. Her wild bucking was moving her cunt up and down, backwards and forwards, side to side on his cock. It was turning out to be the best fuck be had ever had.
She was driving him wild with her gyrations. Thrusting and lunging, lunging and thrusting. Pulling herself back away from his balls until just the head of his prick remained inside, hanging there--and then, wham! She'd thrust forward and ram her Clint full of his prick, banging the hell out of his swollen balls.
"Keep this up, you wild little bitch," Hank panted, "and the next time you'll drive your virgin little cunt right over my balls!"
Hank could feel the sweet juices gathering in his balls. He could feel them stirring around, ready to explode. His spine tingled, his body began shaking. This was going to be the biggest explosion of them all!
And something was happening to the girl, also. Her thrusting and lunging was causing his cock to massage her vagina in a wild, erotic way. Her fluids were flowing freely and there was another feeling creeping up on her, a thrilling and tingling feeling that she had never felt before. It began to replace the feeling of fear. She soon forgot about Hank's rough manner, and only concentrated on the feeling of pleasure that was growing in her cunt and spreading upwards through her body.
She kept up the bucking, but now it was settling into a smoother rhythm, not spasmodic jerking. She grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and massaged them. She moaned softly now.
Hank caught on to what was happening. "You like it, don't you, baby?" Hank cooed at her. "You like Hank's prick, don't you?"
The girl kept on making exotic sounds of pleasure that grew and grew in pitch.
Hank was turned on to the point now that he didn't give a damn about the rest of the world or anything. All he was aware of now was the rumbling in his balls. The gism triggered, Hank screamed.
He howled like a wild animal. The juices shot in a spectacular explosion that seemed to start from the balls of his feet and explode out the end of his prick.
It was the most fantastic fuck he had ever had. He thought his guts were flowing out through his organ. And when it was over, he flopped, spent, at the side of the little girl, who was panting as hard as he.
"You're stump broke now," seaman Hank Fisher whispered coarsely into the raven haired beauty's ear. She snuggled up to him as if acknowledging the fact ... and the sun slowly set on the two lone people, lying spent from the violent throes of love, on the deserted island beach.
Hank turned to nibble on the wild creature's ear when someone kicked sand in his face.
Chapter Four
Hank sat up abruptly, sputtering and brushing the sand from his face. He began to let loose a long string of obscenities until several voices from seemingly nowhere yelled at him to watch his language. He stopped, opened his eyes, and realized he had been daydreaming. The beach around him was filling up with people.
He thought about his dream and looked to see if he could see the dark-haired beauty who had set it off, but the girl in the bright yellow bikini was nowhere in sight, or more accurately, was obscured from view-if she were still there further down the beach.
Hank mused a while over the dream. "You see," he told himself smugly. "That was one helluva fuck, and she didn't care whether or not I had two cars or a unicycle! All that matters is the meat, boy. Just the meat." He surveyed the beach and the jumble of people. Here and there was an outstanding body, curvy and richly tanned.
"One of those babes will appreciate my, uhhh, manhood," Hank confirmed to himself. "Before this day is over, one of them will come right up to me and ask for it, straight out!" At that point a pair of shapely legs crossed in front of his vision, attached to a lush pair of hips that swayed like the oak beam of a ship.
They belonged to a buxom, beautifully built redhead in a white, one-piece bathing suit. She was some dish, with a build that just wouldn't quit! What a lay she'd be," Hank whistled softly to himself.
"She looks like the kind of dish that would appreciate a real man!" Hank said, with himself in mind. And he watched her sway down the beach until she disappeared from view, obscured by a crowd of people.
Hank sat up for a while looking at the sky and clouds. A sea gull squawked and swooped low over the water, catching Hank's attention. He watched it for a moment. He studied it for a short while and then shifted his gaze to a beautiful sailing sloop that was gliding in over the horizon. He loved boats. He was fascinated to watch this one glide effortlessly through the water, its sails billowing in the breeze.
Hank lay back on his towel and imagined what it would be like to be on a ship at that moment, standing boldly on the deck the breeze ruffling over his body and bringing the tang of salt air to his nostrils.
"The captain of a ship," he thought, savoring the idea, turning it over in his mind. "No, a pirate captain sailing the seven seas. Rape and pillage. Taking captives. Doing battle. Holding beautiful women hostage ... "
"Ship ho!" came the cry from the crow's nest. The motley pirate crew ran to the starboard side, straining their eyes to catch sight of the vessel.
"What flag is she flying?" boomed Long Cock Fisher, captain of the pirate vessel. "British, sir." came the reply from high in the rigging. "And she looks fat with plunder, riding low and slow!"
"Her guns?" Captain Long Cock demanded.
"Few and light," was the reply.
"Prepare for attack! Set the sails full. Run her down!" ordered the captain.
Long Cock stood proudly, defiantly on the bridge. Legs astraddle, his hands on his hips, he proudly watched his men scrambling on the deck below him, securing their weapons. They rolled out the cannons, piled up the steel shot, broke out the kegs of powder and primed the fuses. They were a vicious bunch of cutthroats scarred and battle hardened. Each carried a full compliment of guns, knives, hooks and anything else they felt would help kill and maim the enemy.
As for the captain, he cut a handsome figure, standing there on the wooden bridge. His white shirt, open to the waist, revealed his hairy tanned and well rounded chest. The full sleeves of his shirt rippled in the salt breeze as the ship gained momentum under full sail.
At his waist was a crimson sash and a leather scabbard. The scabbard held his razor-sharp sword, a sword that was feared around the world. His legs were encased in black leather boots into which his black pantaloons were neatly tucked.
The name Long Cock Fisher was feared and respected on the seven seas by the men who sailed them. And, his cock was feared and respected on every continent by the women who were lucky enough to fall under it. He was a man to be reckoned with on every level and at every turn.
His loyal crew of cutthroats would defend him and the ship to the very death. He gave them battle. He provided them with the means of their wealth through plunder, and his mighty reputation kept them in women when they were in port. What more could lusty, brawling men want?
Under full sail, the pirate ship dosed the gap between itself and its quarry. When it came within hailing distance, Captain Long Cock Fisher ordered the awesome pirate flag to be hoisted.
The British galleon seemed to hang motionless in the water as if it momentarily held its breath under the shock of this bad news. Then suddenly the ship came alive and Long Cock could see the sailors scurrying to their pitiful little gun mounts.
Before long the battle was on. Guns blazed from both ships, firing volley after volley of shot across each other's bows. But the British ship's sailors were no match for the pirates with their artillery and cunning. They were battle-hardened men who made each shot pay.
Almost before the British knew what had happened, the pirate ship's grappling hook had landed on its deck, and the boarding nets soon followed.
It was a short, bloody battle. The smoke filled air carried the sounds of the screaming voices of the maimed and dying. Long Cock directed the battle from the captain's deck. His face was flushed with excitement, his body keyed to the thrill of battle!
Then, all was quiet. The battle was over. The British ship was his!
His joyous men greedily ransacked the ships carting booty back, squabbling over the division of goods. Long Cock's first mate, a lean, strong, lascivious Arab, marched a bevy of women across the boarding planks to the captain's bridge and lined them up for his inspection.
For the most part they were an ordinary lot, plump young girls, skinny old women. All cowering, clinging to each other, sobbing and quaking with fear. All of them, that is, except one. She stood staunchly upright, shushing two women at her side with comforting sounds, but all the while looking at Long Cock with hatred and defiance.
Long Cock grunted to his first mate, Ahab. Without hesitation, Ahab walked over to the girl, and with a leer he wrenched her loose from her companions. Grabbing her by the arm, and with his other hand in the small of her back, he shoved her violently toward Long Cock. It was such a violent shove that the girl stumbled and fell at the feet of the captain.
Long Cock smiled. As she raised herself to her knees, he could look down into the front of her dress where two enormous rounded orbs seemed to be struggling to bounce out of the confines of her bodice.
"Take her to my cabin," Long Cock said curtly. "Take your pick, and then turn the rest over to the men after they have finished with the ship."
His first mate leered again, and obeyed the orders. After Long Cock Fisher had assured himself that things were proceeding as usual with his men, who were systematically strip ping the British vessel of its valuables, he left the bridge and headed for his cabin.
A smile played over his lips as he envisioned the pleasure that awaited him with the girl below. She had spirit. He liked women with spirit. And the excitement and thrill of battle always left him with an animal-like sexual hunger. He knew she would satisfy it to the fullest!
He entered the cabin and noted to his satisfaction that his first mate had secured the girl to one of the upright supporting posts, her hands securely tied behind it.
Wordlessly, he walked over to his enormous wooden desk, unbuckled his wide sword belt and carefully placed it and the sword on the desk. He poured himself a large wine glass fun of vintage wine taken as booty from a Spanish galleon, walked around to the front of the desk and hunkered down on it with the grace of a leopard.
Sipping from the wine glass, he slowly and deliberately eyed the young prize before him, taking in every detail, savoring her in much the same way as he was savoring the :fine wine in his glass.
She had flaming red hair that hung in a thick curly mass around her beautifully sculptured heart-shaped face. Her liquid-blue eyes stared at him, sparks of hatred and defiance shooting out at him like streaks of fire. Her high cheekbones were crimson with anger, making a brilliant contrast to the pale fine textured skin of her face so white it almost looked transparent. Her full red lips were drawn into a hard line that, far from detracting from her beauty, added to it.
Her creamy-smooth shoulders were bared by the rough handling she had had at the hands of the first mate. The bodice of her long dress cut a ridge across her big bosom. With her hands tied behind the post, her chest was forced outward, and the big orbs, forced huge and tight against the bodice of her dress, looked as though they would force the fine cotton material to rip and bounce them into freedom.
Long Cock smiled, took a deep draught of the wine and licked his lips lasciviously. He loved big titted women. In his mind he pictured the moment when he would cup those big orbs in his hands and suck them into his hungry mouth.
The girl stood quiet, growing even more defiant under the lewd scrutiny of this rugged man with the animal-like eyes. Desperately she tried to think of a way to save herself from the frightening fate she could see pictured in his sex-hungry eyes.
Long Cock was enjoying the sensation of the steady growth of arousal he was feeling for this girl. He could almost feel the blood rushing through his veins as he scanned the line of her torso down to the tiny waist, pinched even smaller by the tightly pulled laces of her dress.
Slowly he visually coursed her body, tracing the line of her beautifully rounded hips easily imagining her rounded thighs and shapely legs. He traced the imaginary line down to the fragile feet and ankles that showed beneath the folds of the hem of her long dress.
By now the girl was angered and enraged by his visual undressing. When his eyes had finished at her feet and moved back to study the area of her crotch, she could keep quiet no longer.
"Pig!" she screamed at him. "What do you want with me?"
Long Cock stopped in the middle of a sip of wine. He looked her straight in the eye with a lustful face and smiled.
"Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed at him.
"What's your name?" he asked abruptly, ignoring her words.
She fell silent and stood sullen and defiant.
"Your name?" Long Cock suddenly bellowed in a voice that shot her through with fear.
Her voice trembling slightly, she still man aged a defiant reply. "Elizabeth O'Neil."
"Well, Beth, my girl," Long Cock Fisher said. carefully setting down his wine glass on the top of the desk, "do you know who I am?"
"You're a pig!" she answered acidly, having gathered up her courage again.
"Maybe so," said Long Cock, easing himself off of the desk like a tightly coiled spring, "but the name is Fisher, Captain Long Cock Fisher," and he drawled the syllables out, giving an added heft to their meaning.
Beth gasped. She had known this tall, lean, tanned, good-looking man was no ordinary man. But never had she dreamed he was the dreaded scourage of the sea, Long Cock Fisher. Suddenly she had a new appraisal of her danger. Stories of his conquests rang in her head. Her knees quaked under her long skirts, but her courage did not leave her. Still, she didn't trust her voice enough to speak.
Long Cock, his eyes now homed in on those big orbs, took a step closer to her. He wanted to see those big boobs. Every inch of them. He wanted to see every square inch of their luscious roundness out in the open. His temples were throbbing. His blood was hot with lust. His animal sexual hunger, heightened by the heady Spanish wine, gnawed at his entrails.
Quickly he covered the distance between them. Both of his huge hands shot out and in a lightening, savage movement, he had grasped the edges of her bodice over each breast and ripped her garment straight down to her waist.
Beth's two big tits bounced out into the open, bobbing happily, almost as if they were joyous at being liberated from the tight confinement of her dress and corset.
"Dog!" Beth yelled, and spat at him.
Deftly Long Cock dodged the little blob of spittle. He grabbed her big boobs in his hands. They were round and heavy. The little rose colored nipples were set in the middle of chocolate colored circles. He fingered them, massaging them slowly, deliberately.
"Leave me alone! Take your filthy hands off of me!" Beth cried in anger. He ignored her and continued playing with her tits. Beth lowered her head and, baring her sharp, white little teeth, she sank them into the little finger of Long Cock's left hand, drawing blood.
Long Cock was startled, but he didn't show it. It was a painful bite, but he was used to pain. She gripped his skin in her teeth, drawing blood, trying to rip out a piece of his flesh.
Long Cock laughed and backhanded her with his right hand, hitting her across the face with a blow mild enough not to hurt her too badly, but strong enough to loosen her grip on his left hand.
"I like a girl with spirit!" he told her.
Beth began crying. The tears, however, were lost on the jaded pirate who had only one thought in his mind he wanted to fuck this raven-haired beauty. He wanted to rock her hard and fast. He wanted to rock her slow and easy. He wanted to rock her until her cunt was aching and sore from the friction of his heavy meat. He wanted to fuck her until the walls of her vagina were red and swollen. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed and begged him for mercy.
He was a man driven now, driven by passion and lust. With another savage rent, he tore all of her clothes off of her. They lay in a tumbled heap at her feet. She stood naked and vulnerable and desirable before him.
As his eyes feasted on her lovely naked form, just as lovely as he had imagined it to be, he slowly dipped into his pantaloons for his big prick. Her thighs were as well rounded as he had imagined. Her tummy was flat and smooth. But the object of his attention was the magnificent curly hair of her cunt, nestled in the crotch of her shapely legs.
Long Cock pulled his big prick out of his pantaloons, and holding the well erected weapon in his hand, he advanced on the trembling girl.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed in terror. "Don't come near me! Don't touch me with that thing!"
As if on cue, Long Cock moved forward and began rubbing the head of his prick sensuously up and down, over the smooth skin of the girl's stomach. Beth winced and began struggling to loosen herself from her bonds. Viciously, she tried to kick at him, but he was too close.
Long Ct"ck whipped his left arm around the teen-ager's waist and held her steady. He was hot now, panting and hot. What a broad she was! A red-haired teen-age vixen who was worthy of his royal pirate fuck, worthy of his famous long cock, His heavy meat was now oozing juice, and he moved it down to her cunt.
Beth was truly terrified. She screamed for help until her voice was hoarse, But there was no help, She knew this tall, handsome pirate had her at his mercy and that she was soon to be numbered among his conquests. She trembled in fear.
"No need to be frightened, my lovely," Long Cock panted at her, his lust and passion at their peak now. "There's many a girl who would give their right tit to be in your place right now!"
He was rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit now up and down from her love hole to her clit, massaging the clit with each stroke. His meat was stiff with excitement; his balls bulged with juice.
"Doesn't that feel good? Can't you just imagine what it's going to feel like inside of you?" he panted at her. And then with a mighty thrust, he rammed his long rod home.
Beth screamed at the brutal and painful entry into her semidry cunt. She assailed him with obscenities, and renewed her struggles to be free, but he held her fast.
Long Cock snaked his right hand down w her Clint. With his fingers he massaged the area just above her mound of venus. His thumb gently manipulated her clit. As he dug into the bone above her mound, he could feel the top of his long dong massaging the inner walls of her Clint.
Beth continued struggling, but at the same time something strange was happening to her. Her screams and obscenities, which had only served to make Long Cock hotter, were gradually turning into moans.
As her struggling abated, Long Cock reached his mouth down to hers. Before she realized what had happened, he had crushed his lips onto hers, and his tongue had forced its way into her mouth.
Beth was helpless now. Between his big rod pumping in and out of her now well lubricated cunt, and his hand massaging her now hard little clit and the erotic area above her cunt, she was slowly succumbing to his lustful desires. When Long Cock thrust his tongue into her mouth, an electric spark shot down her spine.
She hated this man for forcing her to his will, but his powerful animal magnetism was overpowering her. She could feel her temperature rising, but this time it was due to desire, not anger.
In and out Long Cock pumped his meat, with sure rhythmic thrusts. His tongue fucked her mouth and his right hand was now engaged in pumping her right tit. He was a master of sex. He knew every way to subdue a female and to please her. Most of all, he knew how to please himself.
The girl moaned around his tongue, causing his balls to tingle. He stepped up the pumping, feeling the blood swell his cock to tree trunk size. Beth had a tight, deep cunt that accommodated every inch of his big dick. He thrust hard and deep now, his balls banging against the doors of her opening and the head of his prick banging hard against the back of her vagina.
Beth was straining against her bonds again, but this time it was because she wanted to get her arms around Long Cock. She could feel her head swirling with delight, her body preparing for an outrageous climax. She wanted to grab a hold of this man and grind her boobs into his chest, rub herself against his manly body.
Long Cock knew from the heat of his balls that he was going to climax soon. He knew the girl had been caught up in the passion of the fuck and would be joining him. He kissed her once again passionately and then moved down to suck on her left breast.
Beth moaned again. "Oh, my God. I can't stand it!" she cried. "What are you doing to me?"
Long Cock just kept on fucking and sucking.
"Oh stop! Stop!" Beth cried out. "Stop! I can't stand it any longer!
Far from stopping, Long Cock moved faster now, his strokes short and hard, her protestations driving him on to new frenzied heights. The roots of his tree trunk vibrated. His balls started stirring as if they had a life of their own. He knew he was close now, and he stopped sucking on her breast to concentrate on the last few thrusts that would let him explode like a ten cannon salute within her.
Beth's body was tense with the building of her own climax, with that muscle alertness that occurs just before the dam breaks and the waves of passion roll through.
With one last mighty thrust, Long Cock rammed in his rod. As the head hit the back wall of her cunt, the juices were released from his balls like cannon shot.
The load bit the back wall of her vagina like a fiery stream of molten lava. As it hit, it triggered Beth's own climax and the two of them hung mid-air in ecstasy.
They howled, as mindless pleasure tore through their bodies. They moaned, as waves of released passion vibrated up their spines.
And when it was over, Beth drooped helplessly against the post to which she was still bound, her breasts heaving in the wake of passion.
The Captain looked down at the naked teen-aged, red-haired beauty, her curvaceous spent form drooping against the post. He smiled to himself. Not only had he conquered another beautiful woman with his long cock, but it had been a damn good fuck to boot! And, he knew the next time it would be even better!
Chapter Five
Hank Fisher woke up with a smile on his face, and visions of the curly red hair of Beth's cunt in his mind, but he suddenly became aware of the blast of music issuing from a portable radio. He looked around him, startled. The beach was teeming with people. The sun was high overhead.
He sighed. "There was no doubt about it, though," he told himself. "The redhead really liked being banged by me. I sure taught her the marvels of my prick and had one helluva fuck ... for free!"
As he was musing over this, he suddenly realized that all this fucking around (even if it had only been in his mind) had given him an enormous appetite ... for food.
Hank hoisted himself up on one elbow and looked around to see if he could locate a food stand. He spotted one not too far away, almost obscured by the mob of people.
He lumbered to his feet, secured his wallet and trudged off toward the fast food stand.
Hungry sun worshipers were stacked four and five deep around the small rectangular refreshment stand. There would be a good wait before Hank could make it to the counter, but he was still half in a dream haze and didn't mind the wait. Besides, he had just caught a glimpse of a little blonde in a green, string bikini. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, and her pert little face was more freckled than tan.
He angled and craned his head for a better view. She was just a little thing. Her nubile breasts hardly filling out the" A" cup of her suit. The bones showed through her rib cage; he could count them. Her stomach was so flat it was almost hollow. Hank strained to see the rest of her.
Ah, there was her navel, as tiny as the dimple in an orange. The wisp of string cloth hung precariously on her thin hips. It curved high over her trim thighs and disappeared into a thin line in the V of her crotch. It was so tiny, her little labial lips almost bulged out from under it.
What a sweet little cunt she has, Hank thought. Small and tight. Just right for sucking. Yeah, he said to himself, licking his lips, there is one little pussy just right for eating, Hank began mentally undressing the little girl, While his mind was preoccupied with sex, he automatically moved forward as the slow moving crowd pressed to get nearer the refreshment stand counter.
Hank began daydreaming again. He saw himself moving slowly, suavely towards the sweet child with the baby-blond hair and freckles. As he neared, he moistened his lips with a flick of his expectant tongue.
He stood quietly beside her, thinking heavy, sexual thoughts. The girl was unaware of his presence at first. But as if she could feel the vibrations of his lust, she turned and looked up at him, full in the face, with her frank, innocent, hazel eyes.
"Little girl," sexy Hank Fisher said, looking down at her innocent open face, gazing deeply and meaningfully into her clear hazel eyes, "has anyone ever sucked your cunt, chewed on your clit, or stuck his tongue in your hole?"
The little girl pursed her tiny mouth thoughtfully. "Ummm, no," she answered sweetly, "at least not that I can remember."
"Then kindly," Hank said in his cultured manly voice, offering her his arm, "let me be the first."
The little girl smiled shyly at this handsome man of the world, tucked a tiny hand in the crook of his proffered elbow trustingly. Hank patted her tender little hand and led her majestically away from the people to a secluded clump of bushes.
He gently eased her down onto a soft thatch of luxuriant grass. He knelt over her, smiling gently into her trusting little face.
"You ... you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked him in her sweet little voice.
"Of course not, my little bird," Hank said reassuringly and brushed his lips across her cheek. "What kind of a cad do you take me for?"
The little girl closed her eyes with a sigh, and waited for whatever was going to happen. Hank breathed softly in her ear, just to give her a hint of the pleasure to come.
Gently he stroked her little tummy. It was so smooth that he moved down and began caressing it with his tongue. The little girl shivered with delight. The tip of Hank's tongue located her tiny navel and gently explored it.
Almost as if it were an afterthought, the little girl suddenly whispered, "My name is Carol."
Hank looked up from her stomach and gazed past the small rounds of her blossoming breasts to her little face. He noted with satisfaction the tiny smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
"That's a lovely name," he acknowledged graciously.
"Thank you," she said, obviously pleased. After a moment's hesitation she added, "Do continue, please."
Hank obliged. He flattened his tongue and bathed her stomach with his saliva. With each lick, he moved closer and closer to the top of Carol's green, string bikini bottom.
As he closed in on it, he gently placed his experienced fingers into the elasticized top, resting just over her hip bones. Slowly he eased it down over her small hips, anointing each newly bared inch of smooth skin. When the first few blond cunt hairs appeared, he let loose of the bikini.
With the tip of his tongue he flicked through the tender little hairs. He would catch one every now and then in his lips and give it a playful tug. Carol giggled. He knew he was getting her turned on. He was getting turned on himself.
When he had finished playing with the top ridge of her cunt hairs, Hank hooked his fingers into Carol's bikini bottom and eased it down further, his tongue following its progress. Just before he had completely uncovered her little box, he leaned back on his haunches to watch the last bit of the unveiling.
The baby-blond hair on Carol's box was so fine, Hank could see the rosy pink skin of her fleshy mound of venus shining through. He thought of the fleshy lips of her cunt, and the feel of her innocent little clit growing erect and hard under the expert work of his tongue. He almost drooled with expectant pleasure.
What a delight this child was! So clean, so fresh, so pure. And by fractions of an inch at a time he eased down the bikini until the desirable little blond triangle came fully into view.
Ah, thought Hank to himself, could any cunt be so tiny, look so new? But then it was just as he had imagined it would be, and he quietly complimented himself. He had proven again his skill at judging women-or girls-as the case might be.
"My dear Carol," Hank cooed at the supine child. "May I say you have a superb pussy."
"Awww," said little Carol bashfully. "You're just kidding me."
"No, indeed, child," Hank refuted! "I am quite serious. You have a most edible pussy. A feast fit for a king."
"Nawww," the girl protested modestly.
"Oh yes," suave Hank assured her most earnestly. "It is truly a delightful little tidbit. Here, I shall kiss it for you."
Hank leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cunt hair at the apex of her clit.
"Oh, that was nice," Carol bubbled. "Do it again, please!"
Hank kissed her on the cunt again. Then, satisfied with how things were going, and anxious to get down to the meat of the thing, he deftly removed her bikini bottom entirely and dropped it into the grass beside her ass. Then he leaned back and studied the half-naked body lying in the grass before him.
She was delicately sculptured, a little thing. A fragile little piece of porcelain. Baby-blond hair framing her heart-shaped face, narrow sloping shoulders, breasts like two budding miniature melons, thin waist, narrow hips, and thin but carefully shaped legs ending in a lovely pair of delicate feet.
Hank took both of her feet, one in each hand, and lifted them to his mouth. Playfully he nibbled Carol's toes. She laughed and wiggled them in delight. Then, slowly, Hank moved her feet apart, spreading her legs so that he could get a full view of her glorious blond cunt.
As he moved her legs further apart, the v-shaped gap at her crotch widened to reveal her miniature clit.
His mouth watered, and he quickly positioned himself between her outstretched legs, cupped his hands around the mounds of her ass, and raised her cunt to his mouth.
Carol was equally excited. Oh, the wonder of the things this sexy suave man was doing to her! She could hardly wait to feel what would happen next. He was so different from the awkward, groping boys of her own age.
She had never let them fuck her or anything like that, but she had let them touch her breasts. And they had just pawed at her and gotten all excited and begun grabbing at her crotch, fumbling around ... UGH!
They were so disgusting that she made them quit. She wanted someone to do some thing really pleasurable to her, but those boys always made it seem so ugly. When they fumbled around like that they turned her off faster than they turned her on.
She always thought sex should be some thing soft and luxurious, beautifully sensuous. She always thought it should be just the way it was right now. She loved the way this older man was handling her body, caressing it softly and lovingly, making her feel sexy by degrees, her temperature rising slowly but steadily. He was making her feel just the way she always dreamed a man could make her feel. He was good, really good!
Hank, totally unaware of the silent compliment being paid him by this lovely little nymph, buried his face in her box and inhaled. The dean fragrance of her female musk was glorious! He filled his lungs with her sweet cunt scent. He nuzzled her box gently, then pulled out and started to work. But then who could call such a pleasurable undertaking work?
Carol waited expectantly. At last she felt Hank's tongue sizzle up the inside of her left thigh. It thrilled her! He went over the same ground again. This time he used short strokes followed by a long one, using the flat of his wet tongue.
Hank always liked to work slowly, to start at the periphery and work his way slowly to the main object of his lust: lush pussy. He was a muff diver of the highest order. He knew how to build a girl's sexual desires from placid indifference to flaming passion. There were times when he thought he preferred cunt sucking to fucking. And there were times when he knew for sure that he did, and this was one of those times. After all, it wasn't often you got a hold of such a sweet, fresh little morsel as this. He turned his attention again to the inside of Carol's right thigh.
When he had done with the long strokes, he moved up closer to the blonde beauty's cunt and tickled the slender piece of muscle and tendon in the V-shaped valley between her cunt and her inner thigh. As he flicked the hard tip of his tongue over it, it filled Carol with a sensation she had never felt before. She wiggled with pleasure.
"Oh, you're so good!" she whispered in admiration. Hank moved over to the same muscle and tendon on the left side and. repeated the little pleasuring. Turning his head a little sideways, he extended his wet caresses along to the outside of her soft labia.
Then he moved back and prepared for the main assault on her trembling cunt. Loading his tongue with saliva, Hank flicked it up her slit, full-length, from stem to stern.
"Ohhhhhhh," Carol softly moaned, happily.
Hank smiled and went back to work over the territory again, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into the valley of her slit.
Carol shivered with ecstasy; she had never felt anything so marvelous. She loved the way he was massaging her private parts with his expert tongue.
But she wasn't the only one who was enjoying it. Hank reveled in the sweetness of her sugary musky scent. Her juices were beginning to flow a little. He could pick up just the hint of their sticky sweetness as the tip of his tongue passed over her open hole.
He wanted those juices to really flow, so that when it got time for him to tongue-fuck her, he could scoop out that thick, creamy goodness and savor it in his mouth like an epicurean delight. His tongue flicked up to the apex of her slit.
Deftly he massaged it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Then he took a long broadside swipe at it with his fully flattened tongue.
Carol squealed in delight, and shook her ass. Hank placed his lips over the mini clit and sucked hard. Carol flexed her ass in response. Hank sucked the little triangle steadily, but gently. Slowly he coaxed it to bloom. As he sucked on it, he flicked the tip with his tongue until it grew hard and stood erect.
By now Carol thought she would go out of her mind. She had grabbed a hunk of grass, with each hand, and was rolling her head back and forth, moaning softly.
Hank stopped for a moment to watch her writhe in the grass. All hot and bothered by his tongue work, she was beginning to learn a new meaning for sex.
"Is it good, my child?" Hank whispered.
"Ohhhhh, Ohhhh, it's good." Carol replied, still writhing in the grass.
"Do you like what I am doing to you?" he queried politely.
"Yes, yes, I love it. I love it!" little Carol al most screamed.
"Has anyone ever sucked your pussy before?" sly Hank inquired of the innocent little girl.
"No, never," she panted her reply.
Hank smiled and looked down at the tight childlike cunt before him. He gave it a lick with his tongue, much as one would lick the icing off of a piece of cake. Carol groaned at the unbelievably sexy sensation.
"Do you think anyone will ever eat your pussy as well as I?" he asked her coyly.
"Never!" she said passionately. "No one could ever eat my pussy the way you are. You're the best! There could never be anyone to do it as well as you ever again. Ever ... "
If she was going to say anything more, Hank never gave her the opportunity to do so. He began rimming the opening of her tight hole with the tip of his tongue, sending Carol into the arms of pleasure. She flexed her ass and started rolling her head back and forth in the grass again.
At that point, Hank was no longer concerned with the owner of this delicious desert. He was a man intent on mining cunt juice. He was hungry for it. He was thirsty for it. He had an absolute passion for the thick, creamy, slightly salty, sticky goo.
Quickly he reamed her hole. Then he formed his tongue into a long narrow scoop and went to work. In and out he thrust his tongue, his face shoved up to his nose in her snatch. Time and time again it dove in after the white honey.
Greedily Hank gulped down her thick, fresh cunt juice with a slurping that might have been heard for miles around. He sucked, munched, nibbled, and slurped until the poor girl was almost out of her gord with passion. She had never had a climax before, but she knew something was going to happen ... something big.
Mining her honey with his tongue was becoming too slow an operation for Hank. He pulled back and rammed the first two fingers of his right hand into the virginal hole, reaming it out, reaping the harvest its delicate walls yielded so readily. He sucked the stuff from his fingers and dove them back in time and time again. He was totally unaware of the effect it was having on the poor little girl who was about to get her rocks off for the first time.
Hank was snapped out of his impassioned quest for cunt jam when the little thing began screaming out loud, "I'm going crazy! You are driving me crazy! I think my head is going to spin off!"
Hank snapped to attention. This was it. His little, blond teen-aged beauty was going to come.
"Come into my mouth, sweet thing!" he called to her. "Come into my mouth!" He put his mouth around her quivering hole and began tonguing her with the full length of his tongue, fast and sure. With his right hand he manipulated her clit.
Carol screamed, moaned and bucked like a baby bronco. She knew that if she didn't find release from this unbearable pleasure soon, she would go mad!
"I'm coming!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, digging her fingernails into the dirt. "I'm coming!"
Hank pulled his tongue out then rammed it in so far and so hard it ached. Carol screamed and her whole body convulsed.
Hank had a mental orgasm as he felt the inner walls of her vagina quake with a series of muscular contractions around his artful tongue. It was heaven!
When little Carol's spasms began to subside, he sucked on the flexing hole, drawing every drop of honey out, until he had sucked her dry and the last little bit of her fragrant secretion had trickled down his jaded palate.
When it was over, Hank leaned back on his haunches with his eyes closed and asked softly, "Wasn't that just fantastic; didn't you really like it?"
Chapter Six
"Yeah, I loved it," growled a deep masculine voice sarcastically. "Now are you going to tell me what you want, Mac, or do I have to knock your ass out of the way so paying customers can get in here!"
Hank froze, then cautiously opened his eyes and found himself nose to nose with a surly, unshaven face that he quickly realized belonged to one of the food stand attendants.
"Did you hear me, Bud?" the unpleasant person said loudly and menacingly. "Yes, yes ... ," Hank mumbled trying to snap back to reality. "Ahhh, give me a hot dog."
"And?" the man prompted unceremoniously.
"Oh, yes, ahhh ... a coke," Hank replied, and then wondered why he had said it. He hated cokes. But he knew he wouldn't change his order. He'd get a coke, and he would drink it. "Oh well," he sighed.
Totally deflated, Hank trudged back to his spot on the beach. The shore was packed with people. When he spotted his striped towel, delineating the 4 by 6 spot of sand that was his, he somehow felt a bit reassured. He was smart to have come out early and staked his claim to that small bit of sand. He dropped onto his towel and began thoughtfully licking the mustard off of the hot dog. What the fuck do I care about that jerk at the stand? he asked himself. So damned smart, making fun of people, ordering them around.
The truth was that the stand attendant had made him feel insecure and vulnerable again. Probably it was because he had been so high from having given that little girl such a big thrill. He didn't even have to do it with his cock. He had done it with his tongue.
He had brought her to a howling orgasm with nothing but his expertise with his tongue. Just imagine what would have happened if he had shoved his rod into her! Ha, he thought smugly to himself, it's a good thing I didn't, probably would have given her a heart attack from pleasure. It was bad enough on her as it was, he fantasized.
But he still felt a little deflated, because he knew it was only a daydream. He'd been on the beach all day and no girl had made a pass at him yet. Not a real one, that is.
The day is only half over, he told himself and everyone knows girls don't get feeling really sexy until the sun begins to drop on the horizon.
Sure, he could go after a girl, but he wasn't going to. It was important that one come after him. After all, that's what it was all about.
He knew he would never get his sense of manhood back until some beautiful girl came after him. Then he'd know that all wasn't lost, and he could begin putting the pieces of his life back together again. He'd be a MAN again.
He'd show that lousy cunt of an ex-wife of his what a man was! What the hell was it she had called him when he had accused her of being unfaithful? "A limp prick" that's what she'd called him!
He'd caught her in bed with another man and called her a whore. She had laughed at him and said he was enough to drive any woman into the arms of the first man that came along ... "You and your limp prick!" That's what she had said, right in front of her lover, "you and your limp prick!" The words rang in his ears. He'd never been the same since. Just because he had begun drinking and once in a while had had a little trouble getting it up.
So what? he sneered silently. That dry cunt! She just didn't know how to turn me on anymore. Dried up old cunt. He'd show her!
Hank was still smoldering under the bitter memories of the last days of his marriage when he decided to test the water. Maybe the ocean would wash away those bitter memories and turn his mind back again to more pleasant pursuits.
He stripped the towel off of the air mattress and carefully replaced it on the sand to mark the small portion of it he had reserved for himself early that morning.
Lugging the air mattress under his arm, he sloughed through the sand and into the ocean. The water was pleasantly cool. Not cold, not warm, but just right. Hank dunked himself into it and felt refreshed. He pushed the air mattress out, walking behind it, until the water was up to his chest.
The water was filled with bathers, and he had to thread his way carefully through them. Where it was deeper, the crowd thinned. Most people really didn't swim, so the deeper waters were more private, as if belonging only to that select group who had either mastered the art, or were not afraid to float in deep water, trusting only to an air mattress for their support.
It took a little scrambling, but Hank finally managed to get himself comfortably aboard and he stretched out full length on his one man raft.
Once firmly ensconced on the mattress, feeling secure in the distribution of his weight, Hank, lying on his belly, began paddling the mattress and himself seaward. Once he was out beyond the fringe of swimmers, but not yet in the domain of the boats, he planned to close his eyes and drift lazily back to shore on the gentle rocking of the shore bound tide.
The further out he paddled, the further behind he left his cares and troubles. It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear, the water was dear and calm. It was great!
He was just about to relax and let off paddling when his mattress gave a lurch and almost dumped him into the sea! "What the hell!" he cried out loud as he quickly made the motions necessary to stabilize the mattress underneath him.
"What are YOU, some kind of a goddamned idiot?" a female voice yelled back at him from what seemed like the depths of the ocean.
Right smack in front of him, having just bobbed out from underneath his air mattress, was a female head sticking out of the water.
"What are you doing there?" Hank asked dumbly, not being able to think of anything else to say.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing out here, pounding a typewriter?" the mysterious female answered acidly. "If you'd been looking where you were going, you'd have seen that I was swimming out here, that's what, you ... you water hog!"
Hank was fascinated by her. Her long brown hair floated loosely in the water, swirling around her lovely face. A face made even more lovely by her anger. Her luminous dark eyes seemed as big as saucers. And they were deep, so deep Hank thought he could fall into them and never reach the bottom.
For all her yelling, the girl had apparently swallowed a lot of water, and between her up-braidings she was sputtering and spitting it out.
"Hey, I'm sorry." Hank said in a friendly bantering way. "You're right, I wasn't watching where I was going, but then I wasn't expecting to run into any mermaids, either."
The girl was in no mood for jokes. "I'm no goddamned mermaid!" she sputtered angrily.
Hank ignored the last remark, realizing that she was in a little trouble. He extended his hand out to her.
"Here, take my hand," he offered. "Grab a hold of the mattress until you've gotten your breath back."
The girl shot him a withering look.
"I said I'm sorry," he told her, "and I really am."
The girl was still coughing, so, apparently thinking it best, she grabbed his outstretched hand and let him pull her toward the float She grabbed onto the float with both hands, then stretched out on her back in the water. Her body, from under the knot that held the top of her bikini together, was under the float.
As she executed the maneuver, Hank had a bird's eye view of her shoulders and lovely boobs emerging from the water. They were large boobs, round, and it seemed that only the nipples were covered by the scanty bikini top. From where he was, it looked to Hank as though the horizon consisted only of two great white globes, floating on the water. It was beautiful. And they were set so close together, he could have rammed his rod right between them with maximum friction.
The girl recovered her breath, and then, without another word, she loosed her grip on the float and back-paddled off towards shore. Hank watched silently as the boobs floated out of view.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Needless to say, it wasn't long before he was back in his dream world again ... reworking the latest event to his own satisfaction.
Hank had no idea of how long he had been asleep when he was wakened by the feeling of someone nibbling on his ear and by the sound of a soft, throaty female voice saying, "Hello, handsome."
Hank was immediately interested and tried to turn over on the mattress to see where the voice was coming from. It was then that he was aware of a weight pressing down on the full length of his body. He reached a hand around to see if he could feel what it was that was pressing down on him, and grabbed a handful of curvy female ass.
"What the hell?" he said out loud.
"Now is that any way to talk to a lady?" the lush voice asked.
"What are you doing on top of me?" Hank asked, shaking his head and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from it. "How did you get up there?"
"Simple," was the reply. "I saw your gorgeous form floating all by itself out here, so I just swam out, and shinnied up from the rear. You don't mind, do you?" she asked, playfully running her finger around the rim of his left ear.
He started to loosen his grip on her ass, thinking to brush away her hand from his ear, but she protested.
"Ooow, don't take your hand away, it feels sooo good!" she pouted.
Hank was really in a state of shock. This had never happened to him before, and it took him a moment to get his bearings. He looked toward the beach. It was empty. There was no one in the water either. It was just the two of them. The two of them on his air mattress, floating around piggy back in ten feet of water.
"Unnngh, what do you want?" Hank finally managed to ask.
"Boy, you are dumb!" the girl exclaimed. "Well, if I have to spell it out ... " she lowered her voice to the throaty whisper again, "I thought maybe you'd like to, uhh, have a little fun?" And with that, Hank felt a hand trailing up the inside of his left leg till it reached his crotch. There the hand stopped, reached under his crotch, caressed his balls and moved up through the crack of his ass.
Hank's prick jumped, pushing hard against his tight bathing suit and the air mattress. He got the idea.
"Honey, you do that once more and some thing is going to poke a hole straight through this air mattress."
"Tsk," came the response. "Then maybe we'd better move into the water. I wouldn't want to damage anything," she whispered, putting special emphasis on the word "damage."
With that, Hank felt her slowly slide her body back off of his, lengthwise. He could feel her hot cunt sliding over his ass, feel it right through his bathing suit and hers, for he felt her suit when he reached around and grabbed her ass.
He could feel two hard, good sized tits sliding down his back. Sliding into the water, feet first, she trailed both hands down his back and straight through the crack of his ass. She really knew how to turn a guy on!
"Come on, scaredy cat," the voice floated to him from behind. "The water is fine."
Hank maneuvered himself over to his side on the raft, and for the first time got a look at his temptress. She was gorgeous. She had a long face with high cheekbones. Her mouth was wide and generous. She was laughing at him, and he could see her teeth were pearly white and even. Her eyes were dark, a perfect match to the mass of dark curls that floated around her in the water.
Just under the surface of the water, two magnificent orbs tugged at the tiny halter that held them, trying to free themselves so they could float to the surface of the water. They looked like two beige balloons captured underwater.
The laughing girl motioned to Hank to join her.
"What's your name?" Hank called to her.
"Do you really have to know?" she called back in a mocking tone of voice. "Is it so important?"
"No," Hank answered honestly, and then he smirked. "It's just that I like to know the names of my playmates."
"Well," she called back over her shoulder as she began swimming away from him, "if you must know, it's Julia!"
Beautiful girl, beautiful name, Hank thought. Then he said out loud, "Look out, Julia, baby, here I come!"
"Not yet, I hope!" she called back with glee, and disappeared under the water.
Hank slipped off the air mattress and splashed around a bit. Julia had disappeared from sight. He frowned, wondering if she had been an illusion, and he turned back to the air mattress and grabbed its side. He was surprised to find the air mattress pulling back.
He heard laughter, that deep throaty laughter that could get him worked up in no time at all. He hunched out of the water a bit and saw Julia doing the same on the other side of the mattress.
Hank shook his head. She really was a playful bitch! Full of surprises. Julia was playful. She was a real sex kitten, and she had still another surprise in store for Hank.
As he hung in the water, watching her on the other side of the float, he saw her hand snake up and deposit a G-string of a bikini bottom on the raft.
"What the ... ?" Hank exclaimed.
By way of an answer, Julia dropped the wisp of a bikini top on the mattress.
"Is that yours?" Hank asked incredulously.
"Of course, darling," Julia pouted at him. "Who's else bikini do you think I'd be wearing?"
"You ... you mean you've taken it off?" Hank asked, still hardly able to believe it.
"Of course," came Julia's frank reply. "Suits are such a nuisance when you want to ... play?"
Hank read her this time. Without any further encouragement he snaked out of his tight, white swim trunks and deposited them on the air mattress, right on top of hers.
"That's more like it," she cooed throatily. "Now we can really have some fun!"
Hank had no idea of what type of fun she had in mind for sure, but in general he was all for it. So he just hung loose and waited for her to make the next move.
He didn't have long to wait.
Hank was holding on to the air mattress. Only his shoulders, neck and head were above water; the rest of his lean, muscular body hung straight down in the clear water.
Suddenly he felt a tickle of fingers on his toes and a pair of hands gently move his feet apart. Hank looked down and saw Julia's outstretched arms work their way between his legs. He watched with breathless pleasure as she drove her magnificent, naked form between his legs, face down, her brown hair trailing like a mermaid's over her shoulders.
Hank held his legs just close enough together, so that as she passed through them, his calves were in constant touch with her lovely naked form. The inside of his right calf traced along the curves of the left side of her desirable body; the inside of his left calf traced the length of the right side of her body. It was a voluptuous combination of sight and touch.
He watched her smooth shoulders disappear between his legs, followed by a delicately curved back. Just as the beautifully rounded mounds of her well formed, tight ass passed through, she made a waving motion of her body, to give extra thrust.
When she did, her ass undulated under him in such a sexy way, that Hank's prick, which had been hanging out of sight between his legs, took form. Like a compass, it marked off the dividing line between Julia's ass hamps. Then it marked the thin space between her two legs and her rounded thighs, knees, lovely calves, ankles and feet as they moved sensuously through his leg-bridge.
Hank closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "Wow!" Just when he thought the initiation was over, he felt Julia's hands reaching up for his waist, giving herself a little tug upwards. Then she let go and there was a tempting, tickling sensation on Hank's bare ass. He sucked air, as he had a mental vision of Julia's having arched her body backwards, thrusting her hips forward, and slowly moving her thick curly mass of cunt hair straight up his rear crack.
From somewhere behind him, Hank heard a little splat as Julia surfaced. Her sexy laughter played in his ears.
"Well?" she called out to him expectantly.
"Well, what?" he called back, turning to face her.
"Well, what?" she echoed mockingly. "Well, is this a one-sided game, is what. Do I have to do all the playing?" she asked teasingly, with added emphasis on the "all."
Hank smiled and looked at her. She was a few feet away from him. The water was swirling gently about her as she treaded water. Her hair hung wet and attractive around her beautiful face.
The sun hit the droplets of water that had beaded on the long curly lashes fringing her dark, laughing eyes, making it look as though her eyes were set round with tiny sparkling diamonds. Her soft generous mouth was formed into a charming smile, lips apart, revealing a set of white even teeth that would make toothpaste ad beauties green with envy.
He watched with admiration the smooth way her shoulders rippled as she described figure eights underwater with her hands, her elbows moving in toward and away from her body with a slow, steady movement. Through the clear water, Hank could see her magnificent breasts bobbing tantalizingly like two great pink-white melons just under the surface of the water. His gaze moved back to her face and noted that she was now looking at him quizzically.
Hank smiled, winked, let go of the air mattress, gulped air and dove underwater toward her.
He was really digging this game. Never before in his life had he ever done anything like it. The lovely brown-haired water nymph was really showing him something new, and he was all for it.
Opening his eyes underwater, he could see her body hanging loose and gracefully in the water. Julia had already spread her legs, and Hank looked to the lust spot where their joining was crowned by her curly-haired pussy.
Just before he reached her, he turned over in the water so he could pass through her legs face up.
He gave one mighty thrust with his legs and arms. With arms outstretched, straight above his head, his body forming a smooth straight line, he glided slowly through the pussy passage.
Looking up, he first saw the underside of her big boobs ballooned out above him. Next came the beautiful panorama of her cunt slit. He could see everything. The curly hair, the sweet little clit, the slit with its tiny opening formed of pink muscled lips, her soft labial buns, all passed before his greedy eyes. Then came the narrow pink line that led backwards through her legs to the puckered, hairless hole of her lovely ass that bloomed out behind.
It was some sight! Hank had never seen it from that angle, in that way before. He really grooved on it! Then his eyes trailed up the curved spine of her back, as he eased himself all the way through her legs.
In truth, he was ready to make the entire trip again, it was such a neat sight. But he could feel his lungs beginning to ache under the stress of breath-holding. This was no doubt increased by the rush of warm blood throbbing through his veins, instigated by the sight-seeing excursion between Julia's legs.
He surfaced, swept his hair out of his eyes and laughed in glee. Julia had turned around and was facing him, still treading water.
"That's a beautiful set of equipment you've got. But of course I knew it would be," she said to him.
Hank had forgotten that in the clear water, with him on his back, she had had a perfect view of his manliness as well.
"Show-off!" she added teasingly.
"You're not so bad yourself," Hank responded.
"Uhm," she countered, her voice taking on a tone of mock surprise and suspicion, "What was that? An inspection tour?"
"Of course," Hank bantered candidly. "You didn't think I was going to waste my valuable time and the family jewels on inferior merchandise, did you?"
"Touch�, cocksman!" Julia retorted in good humor. "Now let's see you work for it. I'm a slow arouser, you know." And with that she peeled off sideways in the water and moved away from him, using the side stroke.
Chapter Seven
Hank lost no time. With a little lunge he brought his whole body up and flattened it out on top of the water and took off after her, doing the Australian crawl.
He was so intent upon catching up to her, he wasn't watching her closely. At length he became aware of the fact that he could no longer see her head riding along the top of the water, or her hair, which floated around it in such profusion. Hank stopped short, treaded water, and looked around for his playmate. She had disappeared from sight.
It wasn't long, though, before he knew exactly where she was. He could feel her. He could feel her bonkers sliding up his side, one massaging the front of him, one massaging his back. Hank watched with fascination and pleasure as Julia trailed up the side of his body, holding her boobs in her hands, pushing them firmly onto his body. And when she reached his armpit, she arched over backwards and gave his side another caress with her pussy and her thighs.
Hank was getting turned on, He thought of a little something for her. When she surfaced, he called to her.
"Get over here, you water bitch!"
Julia laughed that throaty laugh of hers again and moved within arm's length of him.
"When you get your breath, let's go under together," he suggested.
In a minute or two they were both under the water. Hank moved towards her. He approached her naked body from the feet. Grabbing her gently by the ankles, Hank held Julia's shapely legs together, then glided, dick high, over her.
His semi-swollen dong hung downwards at a right angle from his body. Carefully and slowly he dragged the head of his prick up along the inside of her legs past her calves, her knees, and her thighs, caressing them all the way ...
He traced the valley between the mounds of her ass to its apex at the bottom of her spine. With sensuous deliberateness he let the head of his prick move straight up her back, tickling .each of her tiny vertebrae along the way, straight up to the nape of her neck.
Julia gave a little shudder of delight at this underwater sensation. She turned over towards him and they surfaced together.
She looked at Hank and made the "O.K." sign to him with her right hand. "Right on!" she called. "Now it's my turn."
In a few minutes the two naked game players were under the water again. This time Julia turned Hank over on his back by crossing his ankles and giving a slight twist. He rolled over easily.
Beginning at his ankles Julia brushed the nipples of her knockers up his legs. As her head reached his floating balls and prick, she bent down, nuzzled them and playfully nipped at them. It was so great a feeling, Hank nearly gulped water.
She moved her nipples up over his stomach and chest. As they neared his face, Hank made a lunge for her right tit, but she skillfully avoided his mouth, and before he knew it, he was up to his nose in her soft box. He loved it!
They surfaced again, and Hank called out, "How about a replay? That one went by too fast."
"Felt good, huh?" she teased.
"Yet bet!" he replied. "It tasted good!"
Hank said, feeling a bit hot to get down to some more substantial sex play.
"O.K.," Julia replied, beginning to feel the juices flow. "What say we meet underwater for ?"
"Right on!" agreed Hank and in a few minutes they were under the water again. This time they 69'd each other.
Hank grabbed Julia one half of her ass in each mitt. He shoved his nose into her cunt and wiggled it. He located her clit and worked it over with the tip of his nose. When it began to feel hard, he nudged further around the curve of her fuzzy box and nosed into her slit.
It was great! He slid back and forth. He nuzzled her, massaged her pussy with his chin, nibbled on her clit with lip-covered teeth. All in all, he was having one helluva good time with her fine box. This was enhanced by the fact that it was going on while they were free floating, underwater.
Meanwhile, Julia had a similar grasp on Hank's padded ass, and was making a meal off of his ample scrotum sac and fat prick. The first thing she did was to gently caress his meat with her cheek. First the left one, brushing against it gently, then the right. Next she moved her head back and forth, so the tip of his fat meat brushed back and forth across her lips. Hank's big meat was taking on solid proportions with this new kind of water treatment. Julia liked its response.
She moved her head forward, towards Hank's feet and started nuzzling his scrotum. She played ping pong with it, using the tip of her nose. It was lovely the way his balls floated around in the water in their wrinkly sac, like a set of twin marker buoys that float at the entrance of shipping lanes, marking a safe passage through narrow channels.
When she had finished playing with his balls, Julia turned her attention back to Hank's rod. With her lovely, hard chin, she rubbed over the fat base of his muscle, slowly and skillfully she worked her way back toward the enlarged head. Feeling it pulse under her, as blood began coursing through the thick, gnarled veins, turned Julia on.
Hank was aware of the life flowing into his balls and dick. He stepped up his work on Julias' pussy, determined to get her as hot as he was.
While he nipped and nuzzled her cunt, he began kneading her rump. Those taut mounds were creamy smooth and slippery underwater. With the forefinger of his right band he stroked the valley between them. Gradually he worked his way to her hairless bole.
The instant he fingered the puckered place, Julia shivered. Pay dirt! Hank thought to himself. So he rimmed the tight little muscle with his finger pad.
Julie loved it and stepped up work on Hank's privates as proof.
The two of them continued playing with each other until they thought their lungs would burst. Almost as if by some silent signal of agreement, they let go of each other at the same moment, and struck swiftly for the surface.
They both gulped air, panting heavily. Hank looked at Julia and Julia looked at Hank. He knew, and she knew ... they had to fuck each other.
Then, by some miracle (the type that only happens in dreams like the one Hank was having now) Hank and Julia found themselves standing in shallow water that came just above their waists.
Julia looked so beautiful, Hank thought, with her long, wet, brown hair forming a sleek mantle over her head, outlining its lovely delicate shape, her luminous dark eyes sparkling out from under the heavy fringe of her eyelashes, her slim arms hanging loosely at her side, and her magnificent knockers jutting out, tits at attention, almost as if saluting him.
Hank looked down through the water at the naval set in her flat tummy. He visually traced the pencil thin line of baby hair that led from her naval to her pussy. The curly brown hair that covered her love box was waving in time to the slow undulation of the water. They looked like a million tiny fingers directing him to enter.
Looking down through the water to his own crotch, Hank noted with satisfaction that his meat was standing at attention, responding to the salute of Julia's cunt hairs.
Julia looked Hank straight in the eyes. Her lips parted slightly. Hank almost came as he watched her work the tip of her wicked tongue slowly, sensuously around the inside of her lips, rolling her hips ever so slightly in perfect concert with the movements of her tongue.
Keeping it up, still staring him right in the eyes without batting an eyelid, she moved toward him, breathing passion.
Hank sucked air. He thought his heart was going to stop dead in its tracks from expectation. What a sight! What a feeling! His blood stopped in his veins, and he knew he probably wouldn't ever breath again until she had closed the gap between them, until her soft, unbearably sexy body was pressed close to his.
As Julia moved closer to Hank, she lifted up her arms and stretched them outwards toward him. He lifted his open arms in response. She walked into his arms, and pushed her body UP against his, encircling him in her arms and lifting up her mouth to his.
At the contact of her naked body, Hank breathed again, the blood pumping wildly through his body. He thrust his mouth down upon hers, hard, passionately. His tongue rammed past her teeth deep into her mouth, almost touching the back of her throat.
Eagerly he explored its inside, reaming it happily. With the tip of her tongue, Julia caressed the smooth underside of his tongue, adding to the passion he was already feeling.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth. She pursed her lips tightly around it like a virginal cunt. His left hand whipped down to her box and he rammed a finger right up her hole.
Julia ground her hips, helping him. Then she reached down with her hand and slipped her index finger between his big cock and his stomach. Her body pressed against his cock, holding it fast between their bodies, and slowly she moved her finger up and down, massaging the inside curved area of his big meat.
Hank could feel the thick cream inside Julia's vagina. His balls had grown tight in their sac. He wanted in! He wanted to drive his heavy meat into her creamy cunt. He wanted to feel the cream with his prick, feel the walls of her vagina close over it. He wanted to fuck! And, he could tell Julia wanted to, too!
But by this time, he didn't really give Ii damn whether she wanted to or not. He didn't give a damn about anything in the whole wide world except getting his big cock into this water nymph's love hole. So without wasting any more time, he pulled back a bit, pulled his finger out of her hole, took a hold of his heavy meat, fat with excitement, angled under her crotch and located that precious opening with his cockhead.
Placing one hand on each cheek of her ass, he paused a moment, took a deep breath. Then, with one swift, violent motion, he pulled her ass towards him, ramming the lips of her vagina over the head of his prick, being swallowed whole.
Julia moaned slightly and dug her nails into his back. They clung together, rubbing their bodies against each other, enjoying the slippery feel of their water drenched skins.
Hank manipulated Julia's ass so that it pivoted back and forth on his rod. He could feel the ribbed walls of the interior of her vagina. He could feel her labial lips closed tightly around the base of his meat. He moved back and forth, ever so slightly, digging the tremendous sensation it provided.
She was a real nymph, all right. A water sprite that had come out of the water to show him a good time. One who knew a good rock when she sat it, and she had seen it in him. Hank knew this as sure as anything, and after all, hadn't she said as much?
What a body she had, a perfect shape, every muscle and tendon in the proper place, just the right curve to her spine. Just the right size hold. Not too big, not too small. And elastic, too, he thought as he tested the tight little door again with the base of his prick.
Julia was licking his chin, flicking the tip of her tongue over it. Hank released his hold on her ass a bit, and altered his position enough so that he could wrap both mitts around her boobs while his mouth found hers again.
He massaged those great and glorious orbs, kneading them softly. With his forefingers and thumbs he manipulated the flowering tips. He could feel them grow. He pulled at them and felt them extend. Julia was getting turned on, that was for sure.
She was tonguing him now with quick flicks of her tongue. It had a pleasing, slightly salty taste in his mouth, and he sucked it eagerly. Then Julia parted her lips and drew her tongue back into her mouth until he could only get at the tip of it.
The little bitch! Hank thought. She's turned her mouth into a second cunt, complete with clit! And, being the gentlemen and sex fiend that he was, Hank obliged by sucking on this alternative cunt clit.
They worked on each other for a while, the water lapping softly at their stuck-together bodies. The warm breeze filtering over the water played around them as if wanting to join in on the fun.
With his meat still in her, Hank began slowly backing Julia toward the beach. A stand-up luck was fun, but he suddenly felt that he wanted this broad on her back, with him on top. She had run the show from the beginning, but he was going to finish it off with him on top!
Julia didn't mind at all. Even if she had known Hank's reason for doing so, she surely wouldn't have minded. She liked the feeling of a beautiful hunk of a man humping over her. She was all for it.
Slowly he backed Julia toward the beach, his prick pulsating inside her, his hands massaging her tits, his mouth busy with hers. Out of the corner of his eye, he guided their progress.
When the water was only toe high, another dream miracle occurred. Right where Hank intended to lay Julia down, an air pillow appeared. He maneuvered her ass until it was approximately over it. Then he guided her down to the wet sand, with only her fine ass on the air pillow. And all the while, his prick stuck inside her like glue.
With the help of the air pillow, Julia's pelvis was thrust upward at an enticing angle. Just perfect for banging!
Hank was on his knees; Julia was on her back. He reached for her legs and moved them toward her body so that they were doubled up as if in the stirrups of an examining table. With one hand on each folded knee, Hank pushed her legs even further apart and studied with lascivious pleasure the sight before him.
He looked at his big shaft as he slowly withdrew it from her pussy, as far as the rim behind the head. Slowly he ran it back in again until it had completely disappeared into her box. Back and forth, in and out he ran the cream-covered rod, watching it emerge from her slit, and then watching it disappear again.
He moved it in and out like a slow piston. It was a beautiful thing to watch. And with her ass elevated on the air pillow, he could see the whole thing. It fascinated him.
Julia began squirming under the steady beat of this slow fuck. Hank smiled, and asked, "You want me to give you a real going over, don't you baby!"
"Fuck me, Hank, fuck me fast and hard! I love the way your meat fills my pussy. It drives me crazy, Hank, drives me crazy! I love it. I just love it. I knew you were a great tuck. I knew you'd give me the greatest fuck of my life."
"And with that beautiful hunk of meat you have, I know you will. So fuck me, Hank. Fuck me till my head flies off. Fuck me till I scream for mercy. I love it. I love it!"
Her words sent Hank's blood boiling through his veins like hot lava. His skin tingled from the burning sensation. He pushed her knees down so her legs were straight and straddling him again.
Hunkering down over her, Hank prepared to give her one outstanding fuck! He carefully withdrew his prick until the tip of its head popped out of Julia's cunt Taking careful aim, he hunched his hips ready to drive the rod deep into her.
Julia shivered in anticipation. She stroked Hank's chest with her fingernails and circled his nipples before trailing them across his shoulders.
Julia was slow to arouse, and not every man could accomplish her arousal. But Hank was one of those one-in-a-million types who got her turned on to top sizzling steam. Hank knew this. He knew it as well as he knew his own name. If anyone could bring this tease to a climax, it would be him.
He knew he was special He was sexy and responsive. He knew Julia would lose her mind. She'd lose her mind because he was good. He knew all the right things to do and when to do them.
He could see Julia thrashing, screaming, clawing him. He could see her weep and bang her pussy up onto his shaft. And she would feel her climax grow within her, gathering momentum until it crashed upon her, exploding in wave after wave of ecstasy.
Hank eyed the lovely body stretched out under him. It was beautiful. He loved every bit of it, especially her muff with its pointy little elite He would rather ride her high a little later, banging that miniature prick of hers with his body as he rammed her with his shaft.
Hank took aim, and without further ado, pointed the tip of his steel shaft at the wet doors of Julia's maidenhood and lunged forward. It was a perfect penetration. Hank hit her dead center, ramming his shaft in to the hilt, the tip of its head coming to rest, finally, at the back wall of Julia's interior.
Julia gasped, inhaling deeply, and grabbed sand when she felt his big cock drive deep into her. She moaned and flexed her muscles, causing her vaginal lips to constrict around the base of Hank's shaft. They really got it on together!
Hank began pumping her, easy and slow. Julia started circling his cock with a smooth gyration of her hips. Every now and then she would flex her muscles. Hank loved it. At those times her cunt felt like a little mouth biting down tight on his meat.
Hank enjoyed the things Julia did to him and for him. He bent lower over her, put his hands behind her again, and pulled her ass towards him. His balls now banged away at the little bridge of skin between her two love holes.
"Christ! you fuck well, you sexy bastard!" Julia breathed at him hotly. "What a sizzling rod you have! What a fucking good sizzling rod! "Shove it in me. Make me feel it. Make me love it. Fuck me! Faster! Faster! Faster! Set my cunt afire. Beat me with your meat! Faster!"
Julia rammed her hips up at Hank and pumped her butt. Hank pumped back, both of them losing themselves in the sheer wild sensation.
Julia really acted as though she liked fucking Hank. Only, it wasn't acting. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She wanted her cunt stretched out wide enough to catch his balls in it if she could! Hank knew that that was what she wanted, and he tried his damndest to ram them into her, thrusting his prick deeper, even deeper into her hole.
The sensations were so great, they both were beginning to see stars behind their eyes as if they were moving into uncharted galaxies.
Wanting more, ever more, Julia stroked her fingers down Hank's back, lower and lower, until they found their way to his puckered hole. Without hesitation, she jammed her finger in, and held it steady. Hank went wild; he was fucking and being fucked at the same time.
He reared back fully onto Julia's finger with his ass and then drove forward into her cunt with his heavy meat, hitting her with a force hard and deep enough to give her a .homemade hysterectomy.
"Take my meat! Take it, you bitch. Choke on it! I'm fucking you right up to your fucking throat!" Hank screamed. He was clear out of his gord.
Wild with passion, eyes ablaze, this water nymph had pulled out all of his stops. Fucking Hank Fisher was on the road again. He was the cunt cowboy of all times, riding tall and hard in the saddle!
He pumped his rod as hard as he could into Julia's pussy, making every thrust count. He wanted to tuck her as she had never been rocked before. He reamed her and felt his balls slapping against her ass. Julia was sobbing now with passionate whimpers and pumping her ass with equal fury.
Hank's belly growled and he could feel that familiar burning, hot sensation in his balls. He could feel the temperature of his dick begin to rise as he continued pumping Julia. He knew it wouldn't be long before his balls and meat took on a life of their own. Going wild in just that split second before they shot their hot, thick, creamy load, his balls grew hard and tense.
The gism was on its way, and Julia knew it was happening. She stepped up her tempo, pumping into his meat with very fast, short, hard strokes.
Hank was going berserk. Hotly, wildly, he screamed in Julia's ears.
"You hot cunt! You hot bitch, water nymph cunt! You fucking piece of flaming cunt ass! I'll rip your cunt out with my rod! I'll fuck it in two! I'll plow it up like a cornfield!
"You hot meat! Sweet meat! You god. damned honey-dripping cunt! I'll tuck you! I'll fuck you till your goddamned ears fly off! Oh, sweet cunt! Oh, tight dripping pussy, grab my meat; suck my shaft; fuck me!"
Julia's head was rolling back and forth in the sand. She was weeping and grinding her teeth. Hank's words sent her into a new frenzy, and she screamed back at him, over and over again.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, you sonofabitch of a traveling fucking man! Fuck me now!"
She dug her nails into his back, shivering, sweating, reaching for his shoulder with her teeth, wanting to have something to sink them into to keep from screaming her head off as she felt her own orgasm growing.
Hank's load started boiling up. He felt it on its way, and he blasted the sky with his yell. "I'm coming! God fucking damn! I'm coming, Julia. I'm coming. I ... I ... ah ... ah ... I'm fucking wellll Coommmmmnnniing." And their voices mingled in wild, animal, howling screams as they came together.
Hank and Julia pitched and tossed in the throes of their ecstasy, mindless of anything or anyone around them. Nothing could have stopped their orgasms or their enjoyment of them. Not even an earthquake could have phased them. For however big it might have been, it never could have matched the enormity of their climaxes.
Hank felt it when Julia's cunt started contracting with her own coming, and he savored the surge of her sweet pussy juice as it churned around his meat. She felt a hot torrent zip through her, and knew it was Hank's white-hot spunk, flaming, spicy cream, cascading into her cunt. He unleaded at least a pint or so in her that day, maybe more.
As Hank twisted and strained, Julia felt as though she had been swept up into the vortex of a giant tornado that whirled her around from the inside out. And she was a mass of electrical spurts and fire that sparked in short bursts in every part of her body at one time or another.
She was the center of a wild combination tornado and electrical storm, and just before the fireworks went off in her head, she felt Hank drive his cock into her, jerking in short wild spasms as his stream of molten gism shot into her.
Far one mad, mind-boggling, sensate, body-ripping moment, they dung together virtually in mid-air. Julia was flattened against Hank's chest, as he clung, unknowingly, to her ass. Her breasts were flattened into round saucers against his hairy chest. His hip bones ground unmercifully into hers. For one mind-splitting, last-in-the-universe moment, they were one, one intermingled feeling of release and fulfillment.
Hank flexed his cock, letting the last drop fall off the end into Julia's already overburdened cunt. In a moment of post sex tenderness, he put his arms around this magnificent woman and, pressing her sweat-slickened naked body close to his, rolled the two of them over into their sides.
Chapter Eight
Of course, what Hank really did, was wrap his arms around the air mattress as he drifted and dreamed on it. When he went to roll himself and his imaginary Julia over onto their sides, he rolled himself right into the ocean.
It was rude awakening. But it had been such a tremendous luck that somehow Hank didn't really mind. Besides, it was all over. It wasn't as though it had caught him midstroke.
He was in luck on another score, too. While he had been at play with his dream nymph, the soft waves had lapped him in close to shore. So when he overturned the air mattress and dumped himself into the ocean, he found himself in a scant two feet of water.
He looked up at the sky. Judging from the sun, it must be about mid-afternoon. The beach was still crowded, but it had quieted down some. It was obvious that everyone, even the little kids, were feeling lazy under the enervating effects of the hot summer sun. Hank scrambled to his feet. No one had seemed to notice anything amiss, so he just dragged the air mattress to shore, tucked it under his arm, and looked about to see if he could spot the striped towel that marked his section of sand.
Orienting himself, Hank realized what he bad drifted downward from his "territory," so he set his course in the wet, heavy sand and trudged back up beach.
At that point he was too exhausted to even visually pussy hunt. The water orgy with his dream girl, Julia, had been as exhausting and draining as if he had had a real one. He could feel his prick hanging small and loose in his swim trunks. His collapsed balls ached. He looked down and wondered if he had had a wet dream. He wondered if he had really fired his gun, got off a load. From the way he felt-that empty gut feeling-Hank was pretty sure he had.
Well, he told himself, it couldn't have happened to a better gal or a more deserving guy. After all, a guy could probably go through a tuck like that only once per lifetime. And I'll bet there are hundreds of poor suckers who never have one like that ... real or imagined!
With that thought to warm him and sooth his mending ego, Hank found his way back to his towel, still intact together with his other belongings.
It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was hot, but not too hot. The sky was an incredible robin's-egg blue with cotton-puff clouds hanging here and there like erratic punctuation. The sand was scalding hot, but Hank's "private turf" was shaded by an enormous umbrella stuck kiddy-wonkus in the sand. His towel was cool. The massive umbrella had saved it from the ravages of the early afternoon sun.
As Hank looked around he noted that many of the sun worshipers, who filled the beach, were sound asleep. In fact, the beach was relatively quiet. Only here and there a scream of shrill laughter, a blast from a portable radio, or the stray cry of a child could be heard.
Hank fumbled for his cigarettes, shook one out of the crumpled pack, sought a match, found it, and lit up. He dragged in deeply on the filter tip, savoring the feel of the buzz saw smoke as it cut through his lungs. He coughed and hacked a bit, then leaned back and enjoyed the rest of the smoke in peace.
Contemplating the water in front of him, Hank also took stock of the day's events. He also catalogued the events which had brought him to this moment in time. Alone, hung up, unhappy, etc. You name it. He had it.
"A winner turned loser," that's how Hank had characterized himself last week. And now I'm here to turn the tables, he told himself, Next week I'm going to call myself the loser turned winner.
Hank was used to being a winner. He'd been a winner all the way through school, both in the classroom and on the football field. He prided himself on being a winner.
And he was a winner with the girls. There wasn't a girl he didn't want that he couldn't get. He proved that to himself, and to his boyfriends time and time again. They used to say, "What Hank wants, Hank get!" That carried through after graduation from college, too. He got the wife he wanted. He got the job he wanted with a big firm, an industrial supply firm, one of the biggest.
He started out as a junior executive, and worked his way up ... fast. At first they gave him the easy accounts.
They were a pushover for Hank. Before long came the promotions, and the tougher customers. He handled them also. Before long, Hank had his beautiful home in the exclusive part of the suburbs. Two cars, two children. Membership to the best clubs in town. And everyone liked him.
He was a winner. He looked like a winner.
He talked like a winner. He walked like a winner. And everyone likes a winner. People hang around, brushing up against you, always trying to move closer and closer in from the fringe circle to the center, as if by some miracle his winning would rub off onto them, making them winners, too.
Even the fringe group was happy. Happy to be a part of the outer circle where somehow they might benefit from the magic fall-out of his success.
His wife, Cathy, had been happy in those early days of success, also. She basked in the reflected glory of his conquests in business. She loved it when people smiled admiringly and called them the perfect couple.
It wasn't difficult having his children. They were beautiful kids. Hank provided Cathy with all of the domestic help she needed to make her days go smoothly with a minimum of strain. She had her own bank account, and Hank never asked for an accounting of the money he deposited in it every month.
They lived as though it would last forever.
But Hank, even though he didn't show it at first, was under pressure 24 hours a day. They created a legend about him ... and he soon found himself struggling to live up to it.
It was a lot of pressure, causing him to develop new needs, emotional ones. Needless to say, drinking went with the territory.
At what point in time do you know you are drinking too much? Is it when your wife starts telling you about it? Is it when you wake up one morning not being able to remember what had happened after midnight or so? Or is it when everyone starts slapping you on the back and congratulating you for being a guy who can really hold his liquor. Or maybe its when people start admiring you for the fact that they can never tell when you've been drinking: "God, Hank, you really don't show it!"
Well, the truth is, you know you've been drinking too hard, too steadily, when you've rumbled around three nights in a row, trying to get a limp mushy cock into your wife's cunt, your mind hot and hungering for sex, your dick cold, begging to be left alone.
That's when panic sets in. The week it happened, Hank couldn't believe it. His wife, Cathy, was pregnant with their second child. Shortly after the embarrassing episode, which she played down, blaming it on overwork, the doctor told Cathy no more sex.
Hank had it worked out in his own mind that it .was Cathy's bloated condition. It just didn't turn him on. That's what the trouble was. But his mind was assailed by a thousand and one doubts.
He had to find out. He just couldn't leave it like that. Three failures in a row and no chance to do anything, or try anything again for five months! Five months! The thought brought a chill to Hank's brain that worked its way up his spine from his toes.
He knew there was no way he could wait five minutes to discover whether or not he was still in possession of his manhood. Besides it was all Cathy's fault in the first place, wasn't it? He was totally vague on exactly how or why it was her fault, but that didn't matter. Thinking it was her fault laid the groundwork for the later rationalizations that would permit him to explore, without conscience, the effects of strange pussy on his manhood.
His first adventure had been one evening in the office with Laurie, the babe with the big bosoms who had been giving him the come-on ever since she had come to work there. His cock had risen to the occasion and he had banged her good. She had loved it.
But that wasn't good enough. He had not made any real conquest. You don't really prove anything, he told himself, when you ball someone who has the hots for you and makes no bones about it.
No, if he wanted to prove he still had it, he had to ball a girl who had not demonstrated any really big interest in him. Someone young and fresh. Yes, that was it. Let's see if he could perform with some little thing who had never given him the eye, with someone who hardly knew he existed ... Sure, that was it! And he knew just the girl.
Her name was Peggy. She worked in the typing pool on the third floor. She had never worked directly for Hank, but he had heard admiring comments about her from the other guys. When he perchance had seen her one day, he had added his comments of admiration to theirs.
She was petite, well formed, with lovely auburn hair cut short around a pair of pink, oyster-shell ears. Her hazel eyes looked like they were laughing, even when they were doing nothing but reading the copy she was typing from.
Her breasts were small but not too small. She never wore a bra, and when she moved, her little breasts juggled around in a very tantalizing, but also very happy, innocent way.
She didn't wear much make-up. In fact, she looked as though she didn't wear any at all, except for a tawny colored lipstick that gave her lips a very natural color and shimmer.
Her clear complexion required no grease or powder. Her cheeks usually wore a healthy glow that couldn't be duplicated by make-up at any price. Her beautifully molded figure was tight knit. She was limber, yet seemed to have the control of an athlete over every bone and muscle. Totally unaware of the picture she presented, she didn't know the men used to say she walked down the halls with the grace of a young leopard. They would go out of their way to watch.
Yet, strangely enough, none of them ever approached her. Whether it was out of a sense of not wanting to defile the natural innocence she displayed, or whether they were afraid her limber dexterity and youthful vigor would be too much for them to handle, was a moot question.
The fact remained, no one Hank knew had ever put the make on her or even tried to. And if they had, they sure weren't talking about it.
Once he had picked out his quarry, Hank set about stalking it and running it to ground. She would be the one upon whom he would perform the acid test. He'd charm her into going out with him and then he'd charm her into bed. There he would slip out his man-hood and give her the fucking of her little life.
He worked it all out with the cunning and fervor of a great white hunter. It took him a couple of weeks to set it all up, but he had it all prepared. He had made the excuse to his wife ahead of time. Slowly building to the time when he casually mentioned, with a sigh of distress, that he would have to stay in the city that night. The big wigs from out-of-town bad called on all skull session, and he couldn't refuse, with the deadline being so near and all on their job.
He had prepared the groundwork carefully, and the announcement was a normal sounding culmination of all the trouble he had professed to have with these particular clients over the last ten days. His wife didn't bat an eyelash, just said she was sorry and checked to see that he had some clean socks to take with him.
Peggy, of course, had no idea all of this elaborate scheming was going on. When Hank "casually" bumped into her that evening after work and started chatting with her, she had no idea of what was up. When she accepted his offer of a friendly drink, she didn't realize she had fallen right into her part of this gran diose scheme of things.
Of course she had balked a bit, but Hank was prepared for that, too.
"Hey, aren't you married?" she had asked straight out.
"Sure I am," Hank answered straight back.
"Well, isn't this a bit funny ... I mean, what will your wife think, you buying a young single girl a drink, instead of going home after work? Isn't she expecting you?"
"Look," Hank said with his winning smile, "my wife and I have an understanding."
"Oh, yeah," Peggy retorted a little sarcastically, "what kind?"
"A very simple one," Hank lied glibly, "I don't ask her what she does with all the money I give her, and she doesn't ask me what I do with my evenings. It's been like that for a long time."
"Oh," acknowledged Peggy. "Well, if that's the way it is ... "
"That's the way it is," confirmed Hank.
"Then I guess it's all right," said Peggy, having made up her mind.
"Shall we have that drink now?" Hank asked again.
"Why not," Peggy agreed. Together they headed for a little bar Hank had chosen ahead of time.
He grinned from ear to ear as they walked along. His plan was going according to schedule. It wouldn't be too long before he had this chick in the sack, giving her the work out of her life and proving that his manly charm still worked, that his failure at home was his wife's fault, not his!
The evening swung beautifully. In addition to being a good looker, Peggy had a great sense of humor, and was an interesting person to talk with. She had brains. Not too much, but just enough to make the evening's conversation interesting. That little bonus made the whole seduction plan just that much more enjoyable. In fact, she had a lot of little mannerisms that could turn a guy on.
For instance, when she got excited talking about something, she would bring her hands back, shoulder high, poking her boobs out, almost right into your eye. Then when the conversation got quiet and low, she'd reach over, unconsciously and start dragging her fingers across the back of your hand and then trace the outline, over and over again, of the inside area of your thumb and first finger. It was a very sexy feeling.
So, all in all, aside from his deliberate plan of seduction, Hank was really getting turned on by this little girl. It never occurred to him at the time that any of her sexy little movements were done deliberately to arouse him. She did them so seemingly naturally and unconsciously.
Then too, she was so open, so refreshingly open. She had none of those coy expressions and little come-ons that he had watched night after night at the Country Club, watched and had then played on him, by all of those frustrated sleek housewives, looking for a little fun.
Yes, Hank was really enjoying his night out on the town with little auburn-haired Peggy. He was beginning to feel his way towards the big moment when he would get her to go to the little hotel room he had obtained for himself that day at lunch. It was a nice, clean, modest hotel. The key to his room hung heavy in his trouser pocket.
Hank fingered the key, then made his pitch, suggesting a nightcap at his place. Peggy hesitated, just one little delicious moment, before giving her OK.
As soon as they got inside the hotel room, Hank was surprised to find Peggy's left arm around his neck, her mouth on his and her right hand unzipping his fly. His body stiffened, and he pulled back.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Peggy pouted at him. "I thought that's why we were here?"
"Yeah," said Hank trying to get his thoughts together, "but ... "
"Hey, but me no buts," Peggy laughed good-naturedly. Walking over to the radio she twisted the dials until some sensuous, slow rock music filled the room. Then she did something incredible. Incredible, in so far as Hank didn't have it in his game plan.
Peggy started into a set of sexy gyrations. She looked like a cross between a stripper who was getting ready to strip, a belly dancer, and God knows what else.
"If you need a little time to get revved up, Hank honey," she whispered at him as she danced around him, "maybe this'll help."
She gyrated and turned around him, slowly wiggling her hips in time to the music. Slowly she raised her right hand to her cheek and caressed it softly, then continued the movement until her hand was behind her head, her left hand and arm straight out in front of her. She undulated her shoulders making her free-hanging breasts describe lewd motions under her flimsy blouse.
As she waved her hips back and forth, her body moving like a snake, she moved toward Hank again, and in a slow rhythm danced in front of him. She reached for his hands and cupped them, one under each breast. She put her own hands behind her head, and with legs spread apart, moved her body like a burlesque queen in the finale of a great show. Hank played with her tits. He was turned on, and how.
The fact that the sheer gauze of her blouse separated him from those pulsating knockers irritated him. So he went for the top button.
Peggy smiled and did a neat turn under his hands until she had her ass tucked up tight against his prick, her shoulders and back rubbing against his chest, her arms up behind her, around his neck.
Hank thrilled to this new excitement, as her ass massaged his dick right through his pants. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and got them undone. As he did so, her tits bounced out into his hands. He massaged them with pleasure. They were a soft, voluptuous handful. Man, this was for him!
"Hey, you are some hot little number!" exclaimed Hank.
"You like it, huh?" responded Peggy, still making all those great moves.
"You bet," Hank said happily, punctuating the word "bet" by banging his hips into her ass. His swollen meat strained at the seams of his fly. You bet he liked it.
Peggy giggled, turned and grabbed his hand playfully and led him over to the bed. She sank down to a sitting position in front of him, and dropped her blouse seductively. Then she stood up on the bed in front of him. Placing her hands behind her head again, she went into a set of movements designed to drive any man crazy.
When she could hear Hank panting, she slowly began unzipping her skirt with both hands she eased it, inch by inch, down over her swinging hips until it fell at her feet, leaving her ass rotating, clad only in the briefest and sheerest of bikini panties.
Hank wanted to get his hands on her buns, but Peggy moved just out of reach. She slowly turned around, still gyrating to the music, until she was facing him.
Hank drooled as he looked at those beautiful young breasts swaying back and forth, as he looked at her fine flat tummy undulating sensuously, imitating a Turkish belly dancer. Slowly, ever so slowly, she moved closer to Hank, the fine, curly hairs of her snatch poking out of the mesh nylon material of her bikini panties as if they were reaching for freedom. Hank looked at her auburn clad crotch hungrily. What a sweet looking hot-come cunt she had!
Peggy stepped up the tempo of her grinding hips, and before Hank knew it, her filmy clothed cunt was brushing his mouth.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed her around the ass and crushed her cunt to his mouth. He breathed on it, inhaled it. He locked it through the fine mesh of her bikini panties.
It's a wonderful cunt, a beautiful cunt, a glorious cunt! his mind screamed over and over inside his head.
Peggy reached down between her legs and unzipped his pants once more. This time the fat meat popped out of his pants, ready for action.
Hank eased Peggy down onto the bed, his face still tight on her cunt. He got out of his pants, and angled over her.
In one quick movement, he grasped the flimsy crotch of her panties in his teeth and with a sharp jerk of his head, ripped the crotch of her panties right out!
Peggy squealed with delight. She had lost a lot of panties this way. It was her favorite way of losing' them. She loved to drive men mad. Drive them to the point where they didn't care what the hell they did or how, as long as they got their cocks into her hot cunt.
She loved to work men up into a frenzy, into a fever pitch. She loved their hot panting breath on her clit. On her stomach. On her neck. She loved the fast mindless way they fucked when they were out of their minds like that.
They rocked the way she'd seen animals do on the farm, madly pumping in and out, turning and twisting this way and that, screaming with the anguish of pre-orgasm pain when the swelling in their balls was almost at the bursting point.
When Hank ripped out the crotch of her bikini panties, she knew he was boiling with desire. She could almost feel the increase in his body temperature as he hovered over her.
That's more like it, she thought smugly to herself. Now, let's see you fuck, Hank baby. Let's see you fuck.
Hank hovered over her, flexing his dick to be sure it was in top shape. It was. His balls hung heavy and sure in their wrinkled scrotum, waiting for their turn to show what his manhood was made of.
Peggy was getting tired of waiting. She was hot and ready to see this stud perform.
"Plllease stick your cock in me," she breathed, lust dripping from every word. "Get it in me ... get it in my cunt."
"That's right," said Hank with a lewd smile, thinking that this was just the way he had figured it would be.
"Let me hear you beg for my big prick. Let me hear you tell me how badly you need it."
"Ohhhh, I'm on fire, Hank I'm on fire. Drop your big hose into me. Put out the fire!"
Hank chortled. He was as hot as she was. His big meat pulsed in expectation of the moment when it would plunge headlong into her hot box and pump them both into a madness of fiery lust.
What a hunk of sex this creature is, Hank thought, as he viewed her sleek, desirable form stretched out on the big bed in front of him. Clothes didn't do her justice.
Naked, she was even more fantastic with her curly, bobbed auburn hair and hazel eyes. He ogled her curvy breast mounds, her well turned ass and long, shapely legs. If she did things for a man fully dressed, little Peggy did even more for them naked. She was the type of girl that could turn any man into a violator of women, even if he had taken the sacred vows of chastity.
Of course, what Hank didn't know about this 5'4" little love machine was that she had an almost insatiable appetite for sex. She loved to luck and suck and she loved to be sucked and fucked. She'd take on almost anyone, anywhere, anytime.
As long as it was male, with a full compliment of utensils consisting of a prick and at least one ball, she'd lay it on a street corner if that's all there was time for. She'd blow a guy off in an alleyway, let him ass-fuck her in a park, or sit around and play with herself as he jacked himself off across from her.
Whatever it was, whenever it was, wherever it was, as long as it had to do with sex, she wanted her share of it. Group gropes, community hump sessions, even a good lesbian fuck, she was game for anything.
Right now, though, she was getting a bit put out with Hank's hesitation. Wasn't he ever going to get down to it? She had worked him up as hot as she had ever gotten any man. What was the delay?
"Hey, Dad, let's get it on!" Peggy pouted. "What are you waiting for, a gilt-edged invitation? Fuck me now, dammit. Fuck me NOW!"
"All right sweetie, all right," Hank answered, his cock pulsing as hot as her cunt. "Hold on, 'cause Daddy's gonna give it to you right!"
As if she doubted his word, Peggy reached down for his cock, ready to stuff his big meat in her juicy, hot cunt. But before she got her hand as far as his crotch, Hank suddenly lunged forward with his hips and sent his swollen rod smashing into her tummy, via her love hole.
"Ahhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Peggy sighed joyfully, thrilling to the feel of his bloated, heavy, fat meat firmly entrenched in her sizzling box.
"How's that, baby?" Hank asked in a thick voice. "Is that what you wanted?
"Ohhhh, yes!" Peggy breathed back at him. "It's beautiful. It's just what I wanted!"
"Well, if that's all it takes to please you, let's make it even better!"
And with that, Hank reached around and hooked his arms under the little girl's beautifully sculptured legs and brought them back and up toward her chest. Then he swung them over his shoulders and shuffled a bit forward on his knees.
Peggy was bent double at this point, with her calves resting against Hank's shoulders, her luscious tits mashed almost flat against her body by her knees.
"What do you think of that, Peggy, baby?" Hank asked her, with manly pride.
"It's great ... " she answered breathlessly. "Now you can really feel it, can't you?"
"Hell, yes!" came back the answer like a little explosion. "I can jolly well almost taste the sweet head of your fucking big prick!"
Hank began nudging his rod further into the butter-soft folds of the young woman's quivering vagina. He savored the thought that in this position she would be able to feel every inch of his enormous dong. He filled her to capacity and then some.
"Oh, make me feel it! Make me feel it," Peggy cooed happily, her voice thick with lust. '&Screw me, Daddy! Plunge that big dick deep. Let me feel it!"
Hank obliged. He pumped his big tool into hole. He worked his prick into her completely 'her, digging deep into the upturned glory vulnerable little cunt, each telling thrust punishing her mush, lusty, treasure cove.
He worked slowly at first, slowly and deliberately with well calculated strokes. Then, like a fine tuned piece of mechanism, he gradually stepped up the pace, watching with satisfaction the look of agonized passion that twisted Peggy's little face as his cock rammed into her.
"Yeah, yeah ... faster ... faster!" Peggy urged, lust drenching each half-breathed word. "Fuck me harder, faster ... faster!"
Hank leaned further into his work, bending Peggy's thin legs even further back, her knees pressed tight into her soft, spongy, tingling tits. The sex-craving little girl moaned in delight, tossing her head from side to side on the bed, as Hank reamed out her upturned cunt in royal fashion.
Look at me go, Hank mused nonverbally. Have I or have I not got the biggest, fastest, hardest prick in the world? Isn't this more like it? Look at me go! Who said I'd lost my manhood? Who said I had a limp prick? I'm really showing 'em now! I'm really showing 'em!
Hank picked up tempo with a series of swift hard jolts of his fat prick, designed to knock the little auburn-haired teen-ager senseless with delight.
Peggy loved his new moves. They were strong and hard, and in her unnatural position, Hank's prick rammed hard against the back wall of her vagina. She loved the feeling of a big cock in her, a big cock that could bang her insides. One that could bang her senseless.
"Go ... go ... go!" she encouraged her older partner. "Drive it in me! Ram it up me! Make me feel that fucking big thing in my throat!"
Hank didn't need any further encouragement. He let go a wicked lunge into her upturned, hot, wet box, causing Peggy to arch her back and loose a long series of thick moans of pleasure.
Hank rammed his hot poker into her cunt with several more savage lunges. He plumbed the depth of her slushy, lust-drenched, slippery, little teen-age box, Then, suddenly, he pulled out, leaving her cunt hanging empty in the night air.
"Oh my God!" Peggy screamed in anguish. "What did you stop for? Stick it back in me! Give me your rod! Give it to me!"
"You asked for it, you hot, crazy little broad." Hank growled. He drove his blood-engorged fat prick into her upturned cunt with another savage lunge. "I'll fuck you now! I'll fuck you good!"
Like a wild man possessed of only one idea, to fuck himself off, Hank's prick became a blur of motion as he pistoned it in and out of the wild, little, freckle-faced girl's cunt.
His bobbing buttocks marked the trail his fat prick blazed in and out of Peggy's fiery love hole. Over and over again he rammed his manhood into her tight, slippery hole, banging the walls with each mind-blowing, savage thrust.
The air was thick with lust and the rhythmic slap of his pendulous scrotal sac slapping up against Peggy's rear hole and with the liquid slurp as his cunt-craving meat plunged into her creamy, bubbling-hot cunt.
Peggy squeaked and moaned, tossing her head from side to side. She arched her back and beat on the bed with clenched fists under this savage fucking. She wanted all he could give her, and more.
She screamed obscenities at him, she cajoled him, coaxed him. She howled in pleasure, pain and delight, urging Hank onward, ever onward, screaming, begging, demanding more.
In Hank's mind, her whole body turned into one huge monstrous, dripping, sucking cunt, bent on devouring every inch of his fat, hot, juicy cock. He could feel every ridge inside the pulsing cunt, his whole being tuned into hers, every nerve attuned to the slamming, quivering, passionate mating of these two lust-drenched entities. He was prick. She was cunt. And together they were jerking each other off in a wild, mind-boggling frenzy!
Hank's eyes glistened and glazed. He was panting out loud now. Peggy's sweet mouth was twisted and tight as she spewed obscenities out into the night, each one hitting one of Hank's already over-strung nerves, pulling it even tighter, plucking it to a fornication's tune.
Hank's balls were filled to bursting. His prick was alive with electrical tingling. It told him the end was near, "I'mmmmmmmmmm going to commmmmmmme!" he screamed out. "I'm going to come!"
"Come ... come! , ... come!" Peggy picked up the chant. "Oh, Hank, baby, let your big, fat juicy meat come!"
At the moment when Hank felt the thick juices begin their path through his swollen parts, Peggy did something totally unexpected and strange.
To his utter astonishment, she wrenched her legs from around his shoulders, thrust them down between his legs, and heaved herself off of his aching prick, now half-filled with come.
It was too late for Hank to stop the journey of his gism up his big hose, too late for anything to stop it.
Peggy grabbed his hips and pulled on them and he began to realize that there was method to her madness. He began to realize what she wanted.
She whimpered like a little baby, her back arched, her head back on the bed, her face tilted up beggingly. His pipe almost filled now with creamy juice, Hank panted heavily and started crawling up her body.
He had almost reached his destination when his prick began its eruption. He kept moving, leaving a trail of warm, creamy semen along Peggy's breasts and neck.
He dropped down on the teenager's heaving chest, and grabbed his spurting, steaming cock in his hand.
"Oh, yes," Peggy moaned in anguish. "That's it! Give it to me in the face! Please ... please ... come on my face! Come all over my sweet little face!"
Hank did. An evil grin split his face as his big cock pumped its creamy white, hot stream all over the little girl's eager, upturned face. He squirted a line from her forehead to her chin. Then he directed the stream to her right eye and down her right cheek. Her left eye was christened next, with hot gism flowing its murkiness allover her eyelashes. Down her left cheek, tracing, ever so precisely, the hollow of her cheek below the bone. Then he ringed her mouth.
Peggy, in the meantime, had snaked her left hand down under him and had found her clit. She was manipulating it wildly as the hot stream anointed her face.
When Hank's come juice ringed her mouth, she moaned with pleasure. Her little body writhed under him, as her clit stood poker straight and ripples of contractions began running up from her toes.
"Take it all, baby!" Hank cooed. "Take it all. Take all of its creamy goodness on your lovely face."
"My mouth," Peggy screamed. "Give me some in my mouth! Goddammit, you shit eating cocksucker! Save some for my mouth!"
Being a gentleman, and not to be found wanting when a damsel in distress makes such an impassioned plea for his body's goodness, Hank took aim and let off a squirt into her wide open, begging mouth. His aim was perfect; he hit it square.
That was all Peggy needed to get her rocks off. The cataclysmic waves of crashing ecstasy washed over her. Screams of pleasure were tom from her throat.
She thrashed her body. Her vagina pulsed in a thousand wild contractions. Wave after wave of unbearably sweet sensation rolled over her small form, leaving her, finally exhausted and drained, drenched in sweat. Hank hung limply over her. His tool flagged, heading for its own state of exhausted repose. He flopped before her seemingly lifeless form on the bed, and panted himself into unconsciousness.
It had been a long time since Hank had had such a workout with such an enthusiastic little partner. Peggy was lithe and fresh in her approach to love. He didn't realize though, the full extent of her sexual appetites. When he dozed off, he thought she was as satisfied and as spent as he.
Chapter Nine
Hank didn't know how long he had been asleep when strange noises assailed his semiconscious mind, gradually bringing him back to consciousness and a state of wakefulness.
He lay for a moment with his eyes closed, trying to figure out what the noises were, when he also became aware of movement next to him. Opening his eyes, he was totally unprepared for the sight before him.
Hank found himself looking straight into a female ass! But what was odder, was that a pair of female hands and arms seemed to be wrapped around that female ass!
"What the ... ?" Hank verbalized, hoisting himself up on one elbow to get a better view.
There, right next to him, in the very same bed, was a sight he had never seen in the flesh before in his life!
Right there, in front of his eyes, two females were sixty-nineing each other!
Auburn-haired little Peggy was deeply engrossed in sucking on the cunt of a little blond-haired girl, who was up to her nose in Peggy's sweet little box.
"What the hell's going on here?" Hank exploded.
Peggy and the blond-haired little girl ceased their obviously pleasurable labors and turned to look at him. Peggy was facing him while the little blond girl looked up at him from the foot of the bed.
"Oh, hi!" said Peggy in a friendly voice. "Your, awake, huh?"
"Damned right I am!" Hank said, but not in a friendly tone. "Now, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?"
The girls scrambled to their knees, the blond teen-ager righting herself and scooching up the bed closer to Peggy.
"Hey, there's no need to be hostile," Peggy told him, laughing.
"What do you mean, I shouldn't be hostile?" Hank was still shocked and off-guard.
"Look," Peggy said reasonably, "you were so great, with such a neat bod and a real good banger ... well, you fell asleep and I got to thinking that you might really like to have a special treat. You know, two girls making love to you at the same time?"
Hank was beginning to collect his senses. Two girls at the same time? God, it hadn't been since college days that he had had that happen to him.
"Yeah, but ... " he said, waving an arm at the two of them, not able at this point to verbalize the act that Peggy and her little girlfriend had been indulging in when he woke up.
"Oh," Peggy said, realizing what he meant, "ah ... you mean, what are ... were ... we doing?"
"Yeah," said Hank, nodding his head affirmatively. "What about that?"
"Well," Peggy explained, "you were asleep, and we didn't see any reason to just sit here twiddling our thumbs, did we?" she asked, turning to her little blonde companion.
The little blond girl giggled and shrugged her shoulders, realizing that things were going to work out ail right.
"Hey, look, I'll bet you've never seen two girls making it before, have you?" Peggy grinned at him.
"Noooooo," said Hank hesitatingly, "at least not in the flesh ... not in the same room, or in the same bed with me!"
Still perched on her knees next to Peggy, bent forward, supporting herself with her hands just above her kneecaps, blondie was watching the conversation between the startled Hank and blas� Peggy wide-eyed and a little amused.
Hank looked at her. She was not beautiful, but very sweet and pert looking. He guessed she was about seventeen or eighteen, the same age as Peggy. When she caught his eye, she smiled broadly and engagingly at him. Hank tried to smile back, but he just wasn't up to it at this point.
Peggy could see that Hank was totally unprepared for this. She had thought he was a swinger, but, for the second time that evening, she realized he either wasn't, or he just wasn't up with things.
Sometimes, she thought, marriage does that to a guy. It takes a real great swinger, or potential swinger, and after a few years of marriage, he's out of it. It's as though the world of sex moves on and leaves him behind.
But she eyed Hank and his good-looking body, remembered his turgid joint, and decided it was time for him to catch up with the rest of the sex-lovers again. So, she slipped down onto her naked ass next to him, took his hand, looked into his eyes, and explained to him just what it was all about. She knew she could convince him to go along with it if she just explained it. After all, hadn't he caught on to what she bad wanted and obliged her perverted little nature by coming all over her face with his hot sperm earlier that evening? Sure he had. And he really dug it ... she could tell.
With this in mind, Peggy set about putting Hank in the picture.
"Look, Hank, I'll start at the beginning" Peggy said. "You really gave me a good time tonight. When you fell asleep, I tried to think of something special to ... well, as a way to say, thank you."
"You ... you ... call that ... "
"Shhhh," Peggy hushed him gently, stroking the back of his hand. "Please hear me out."
Hank nodded his head, reluctantly as if he weren't too sure it would change his mind.
"Anyway," Peggy continued in a quiet voice, "I decided to give Ruthie a call." She moved her head sideways in Ruthie's direction. Hank looked at Ruthie who smiled again and wiggled her fingers at him with a little wave, as if to say, "Hi."
Peggy realized suddenly that they hadn't been introduced, so she interrupted her story a second to make the introductions. "Oh, sorry. Ruthie ... Hank, Hank ... Ruthie." She didn't wait for them to acknowledge the introduction before continuing with her story ...
"Anyhow, I told Ruthie that I was here with this great cocksman, and asked her if she wanted to come over and join the party."
Ruthie nodded her confirmation, absent mindedly scratching the little valley between her ripe little tits"
"Yeah, but ... "
Peggy ignored Hank's interruption, and continued. "We both love making it with men, don't get us wrong, see. But we also believe in a full sexual experience.
"Now, maybe no one ever told you this before, Hank," Peggy said looking very earnestly into Hank's eyes, "but sometimes it really gets us girls in the mood for a wild orgy with a guy if we've sorta warmed each other up.
"You know, like an athlete" I bet you were a great athlete, weren't you?" She looked encouragingly at him.
Hank nodded his head in the affirmative and a sudden flash of the scrimmage line came into his head.
"What'd you plan? No, don't tell me," she grinned, her eyes sparkling" She ran a hand admiringly over his upper arm, shoulder and chest"
"I bet you played football, right?"
Under the glowing admiration, and seeing the joy of discovery that radiated from her lovely little face, Hank suddenly felt a little bashful.
He lowered his head a little and, by way of affirmation, shrugged, avoiding her unabashed admiration" He took pride in the fact that even at this late stage in his life, his past prowess was so easily discemable.
"There, you see," Peggy said, with complete satisfaction. "I'll bet you never went out onto the football field without warming up first did you?" And not waiting for his response, she continued.
"See, Ruthie and I just do this to get us in the mood for some really wild things" We work really well together on a guy when we're warmed up."
Hank frowned, still not convinced.
"Oh, I bet I know what you're thinking. No, it isn't like that at all. Ruthie and I don't get total satisfaction from each other. We don't get our kicks and a real (emphasizing "real") orgasm from doing things to each other! We just do the ... the ... foreplay!" she said groping for the right word, and pouncing on it when she found it. "Sure, we save you the time and trouble of the foreplay."
"Unhun," verbalized Hank bobbing his head, beginning to catch on" Visions of the lesbian acts he had seen in smokers began running through his mind.
"And I bet you'd get a kick out of watching ... watching us do it, too." Peggy said slyly, watching the expression on Hank's face as he gazed off into space, thinking of the smoker films. He remembered that he and the other guys had gotten a vicarious thrill out of seeing two girls fondling each other. In fact, he remembered he had even remarked, as the other guys had, that he wouldn't mind seeing that in the flesh!
Peggy brought him back from his reveries with her persistent repetition of "Wouldn't you, Hank, wouldn't you?"
"Huh? Oh, yes ... ah ... sure ... yeah, I probably would." he finally agreed_ making up his mind. Hell, he thought to himself, what am I so uptight about? These girls are offering me a great show, for free. And since when did I get all caught up in this old fashioned morality? I've been out of it too long. Besides, didn't they say they were going to sex it up with me afterwards? Hank was warming up to the idea now, and he broke out in an evil grin.
"I can dig it, kid!" he said boldly, moving over to the left side of the bed. Making a grand, sweeping gesture, he said with a what-the-hell manner, "Lay it on me!"
Peggy threw him a kiss with her hand. Ruthie squealed with delight, clapping her hands in approval.
"Right on!" they cried in unison, nodding at each other. Without further ado, they got the show on the road. While Hank pulled the pillows over and propped himself up on them, squirming around to get himself comfortable in his front-row center seat for this command performance, Ruthie bounced off the bed and managed around in a big pocketbook that looked more like a satchel.
She pulled out a large bottle of wine, unscrewed the top and took a swig. Peggy stretched out her hand for the bottle and did likewise, passing it on to Hank afterwards.
Hank took a deep gulp of the acrid stuff, then asked Peggy to get his cigarettes, which she did. When he had lit up and leaned back comfortably on the far left side of the bed, he blew out a long, lazy stream of smoke and looked over the little newcomer.
Ruthie was a petite blonde. She had smooth lines that would eventually develop into a well proportioned woman. She was about the same size as Peggy, but wasn't as tightly knit. Where Peggy was lithe and every muscle was controlled and coordinated, Ruthie seemed softer, more rounded.
Hank liked the roll of her rounded hips, the fullness of her thighs. The line of her back was gorgeous! It curved out gently down from her smooth, silky shoulders, dipped in at her waist and curved outwards over her enticing ass. She had a beautiful, full-blooming ass that really stood out. It was the type that stretched the seams of a pair of jeans to the breaking point, and it rolled seductively when she walked.
Her nubile little breasts bobbed happily, as if wanting to share in the gleeful smile that, played across her rosy lips. It was a smile that joined in with her sparkling-blue eyes and pert little face to give one the feeling that he was looking at a fun loving, little, lovely imp with a delicious secret.
Peggy shot Hank a quick, friendly glance, assuring herself that Hank was ready. Out of her ample handbag, Ruthie had brought another bottle, a small one, and handed it to Peggy. Hank recognized it immediately ... baby oil.
Ruthie sank down on the bed in front of Peggy who was opening the bottle. She poured some of the baby oil into her hand, rubbed her hands together, and then started anointing Ruthie.
Beginning with the other girl's shoulder, Peggy worked her way down to Ruthie's tits. Slowly, gently, she covered them with oil, massaging the little orbs, one in each hand. She grasped them, kneaded them, and then slowly drew her fingers back, pulling gently on the little rosy nubs at the ends.
Ruthie closed her eyes and drew up her shoulders with a sigh of pleasure. She reached for the bottle of oil, greased up her hands, and while Peggy continued to play with her breasts, Ruthie oiled up Peggy and fondled her in the same way.
At this point, the girls were sitting on the bed, legs curled to one side, playing with each other's breasts, coaxing the little bud ends to stand out hard and straight.
Hank liked this bird's eye view of mutual arousal by the two naked little teen-ager's. He flinched a little, though, when Peggy leaned forward and kissed Ruthie full on the mouth. It didn't seem quite right, but then Peggy leaned over and started sucking on Ruthie's left breast, and Ruthie moaned. It was such a sexy sounding little moan that Hank forgot his negative feeling and got into it again.
Peggy put her arms around Ruthie and guided her down onto her back on the bed. Leaning over her, she greedily mouthed Ruthie's orbs, nibbling playfully every now and then on the hard little nipples.
Ruthie was making all sorts of little sounds of pleasure. Suddenly she shot her hand down to Peggy's box, stroking it with her hand. Peggy let go of Ruthie's tits, sighed sensuously and rotated her hips.
They rolled on to their sides and Ruthie grabbed Peggy's right boob in her mouth. Peggy leaned forward and blew in Ruthie's ear. They were now totally oblivious to Hank's presence.
Hank was digging the action, when they rolled onto their sides, he adjusted his position, sitting up higher to ensure a full view of this little orgy.
The girls were moaning and caressing each other with urgency now. Peggy reached her hand down to Ruthie's cunt, rhythmically rubbing her clit.
She rolled Ruthie onto her back again, straddled her and licked her fiat little tummy with broad strokes of her tongue. She moved down over the little blonde's stomach and tongued her navel, sending Ruthie to a new level of delight.
Peggy reached down and spread Ruthie's shapely legs. She continued alternately licking and kissing Ruthie's stomach while she positioned her knees inside of Ruthie's legs, moving herself further back as she did.
Placing her hands one under each of Ruthie's rounded rump mounds, Peggy lifted her head, then dove for Ruthie's blond-haired love box. With her tongue flattened out, she licked it from the bottom upwards in one sweeping stroke.
"Ohhhhh," Ruthie sighed. "Ohhhh, Peggy!" Peggy nuzzled and licked the blond cunt with relish. Ruthie writhed hotly under the caresses her love slit was receiving.
Hank was not unmoved, either. He had never seen anything like this, live, before. He was breathing heavier now, getting a vicarious thrill out of watching these two girls turn each other on.
"Let me do it to you. Let me do it to you, too!" Ruthie howled, clawing at the bed sheets.
Hank's eyes sparkled with desire; that old tingling was rising in his body. He was completely drawn into this sexy little scenario. Watching these two lovely, nude, little teenagers engage in sex play was exciting all right.
It was much better than those stag movies because it was real. It was happening here and now. It was going on right in front of him right on the same bed!
Peggy had let loose of Ruthie's ass and in the blink of an eye, they were in a sixty-nine position, ass to mouth, mouth to ass and going at it great guns.
Ruthie rolled up her tongue tight, and forced. It all the way into Peggy's hole. The sensation was so great, Peggy pulled out of Ruthie's muff and gave a little scream of delight. Drawing her breath in sharply, she just froze and savored the tongue-fucking.
In a moment, though, she launched a new assault on Ruthie's box. Alternately she gobbled and sucked Ruthie's clit. When it was hard, she swept over it with broad strokes of her tongue.
Now it was Ruthie's turn to squeal and whimper.
Hank was getting hot. He licked his lips, and with an almost unconscious gesture, eyes glued on the moaning girls, he reached down for his manly parts, squeezing them again and again as he watched.
Peggy whispered something to Ruthie and the girl deftly turned herself right end up again, lying under Peggy on her back. Peggy stroked Ruthie's cunt, edged over on her side, and shoved her finger up Ruthie's vagina.
Ruthie screamed and arched her back, lifting her ass straight off the bed. Peggy rammed her finger-only this time it was two fingers-in again and held them in tight while Ruthie gyrated her hips, her movements accompanied by groans and moans.
With her other hand, Peggy reached down for her own clit and rubbed it with a circular motion, her eyes closed, a smile on her face.
Hank's dick had come to life. He watched these gals thrashing and groaning, and pumped his tool. He sucked air as the blood throbbed in his pipe and the come juice gathered in his balls.
Ruthie was in an incredible position, her back arched high in the air, rocking herself on Peggy's firmly implanted fingers. Her gyrations were smooth and rhythmic.
Hank pistoned his rod in time to Ruthie's movements. The air was thick with lust, self-pleasure, panting and moaning.
Peggy worked rapidly on her hardened clit, holding her fingers tight in Ruthie's faster moving cunt. Hank stepped up pumping on his swollen cock. Each of them was working in his or her own way to one grand and glorious climax!
"That's it, baby. That's it!" Hank whispered, watching little Ruthie go crazy. "Come on, you little finger-rocker. Let her rip! Let her go all the way, you Clint-sucking, little, blonde finger-rocker. Move that ass ... yeah!" Hank's words drove Ruthie to a new spasm of motion. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "I'm going to come ... I'm going to come."
"That's right, you little sex bitch. Come. You hear me? Move that ass! Come!" Hank screamed as he felt the tightness in his balls and the tickling sensation in his dick.
"I'mmmm coming!" Ruthie screamed. "I'M COMING!"
"Come!" Hank yelled hoarsely back at her.
He could feel the fluid moving in his balls, the hot fluid tracing its course up through his hard meat. He pumped it wildly with his hand. "NOW!" he screamed at the girls.
As if on his command, all three: Peggy, who had rubbed herself to an orgasmic state; Ruthie, who had lunged her slit onto Peggy's fingers with such force she had almost driven her labial lips over Peggy's knuckles; and Hank, who had jerked himself off with fervor, all came at once in a howling, mass orgasm.
"OHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhh!" they screamed in unison, as ripples of ecstasy flowed over them, enhanced by the shared howls of simultaneous release.
Chapter Ten
When it was all over, they all dropped into silence, Hank sank back into the pillows, his head back, eyes closed, breathing through his open mouth. His mind was a total blank, Peggy sat at the edge of the bed, took a deep breath, and then got up and silently padded into the john. Ruthie, her little orbs bouncing up and down on her heaving chest, was covered with perspiration.
When Peggy returned from the john, Ruthie heaved herself up and took her turn. Hank was so out of it, he didn't even hear the shower going. When Ruthie returned, she had a dripping wet washcloth and a towel in hand. Peggy wiggled a finger at her, indicating "not now." So Ruthie put them down by the bed. Peggy silently motioned her over to the other side of the bed and made a motion with her hand, indicating drinking.
Ruthie understood. She crept silently around to the other side of the bed where Hank lay spent on the pillows, picked up the bottle of wine, still half-full, and returned around to Peggy's side of the bed.
Peggy took a deep draught of the wine, handed the bottle to Ruthie, and leaned back with her eyes closed for a moment.
Now, these two practiced little sex mongers were very young and full of pep. All night sex orgies were child's play to them. They had the strength, stamina, and appetites of the jaded, insatiable participants of ancient Bacchanalian orgies.
Within just a few minutes they had regained their breaths and their strength ... not to mention their appetites. In short, they were ready for yet another round of sex!
This time, though, as promised earlier, it was to be a two-on-one situation, with Hank the lucky recipient.
Hank, whose breathing had quieted down to normal, was totally unaware that phase two was on its way. As far as he was concerned, the orgy was over. He was no longer a young man and even in his prime, he doubted that he would ever have been up to an evening like this! No, old Hank was tipped over and tapped out. He'd be lucky if his prick were able to give out with a twinge in the next week.
If he had had any idea of what the innocent looking little nymphs still had in store for him ... well, the way he felt at that moment, he probably would have screamed, jumped up, grabbed his clothes, and beat it the hell out of there! There were limits! And as far as Hank knew, he had reached his!
But the wily little teen-ager weren't stupid. They had balled older guys like Hank before. They knew what the score was, and they had no intention of alarming him. They had their own methods worked out, as Hank was soon to find out.
The young blonde and the redhead waited patiently, silently, watching Hank until he had quieted down and seemed almost on the verge of dozing off.
When the girls judged that Hank had reached that perfect state of relaxation, hovering in the limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness, Peggy rose from the bed and stole into the john. She returned moments later with a washcloth dripping warm water in one hand and an unwrapped cake of miniature hotel soap in the other.
She nodded to Ruthie, who gathered up the things she had beside the bed, and the two of them crept over to the side where Hank was stretched out in all of his exhausted, naked glory, his head propped at a seemingly uncomfortable angle on the stacked pillows.
Cautiously, Peggy reached over to Hank. With one hand slipped gently behind his head, she raised it slightly, removed the extra pillow, and carefully lowered his head back onto the remaining pillow.
"Mmmm? Mmmmm?" Hank murmured, hardly audibly.
"Shhhh," Peggy soothed, and stroked his hair back from his sweaty brow.
Hank smiled weakly, licked his lips, swallowed, and drifted off again.
He slipped into that state of dream sensations. Hank found himself a baby again, being bathed by the loving hands of his mother.
He was back in his old family home, immersed in a sub of warm water, his mother gently washing his face, one hand behind his head, and soaping his body, part by part. She rinsed off the suds and patted his tummy dry.
She was nudging him over now, and over he rolled onto his stomach. He could feel the sudsy washcloth being wiped over his shoulders, his back, and his buttocks. Then she washed down his legs, one at a time. He cooed with pleasure at the slippery sensation of the warm suds and the loving strokes as she washed.
Patted dry, he knew the oil would be next. He could smell its fragrance. He felt so clean and fresh! Ahhh, the oil-slick hands were rubbing across his shoulders, massaging them gently. He loved his mother! He loved the soft, intimate way she caressed his body, stroking down his back in broad strokes and down his rib cage, then tracing down his spinal column to the last vertebra.
He could feel the hands oiling his ass, slippery and warm. Then two fingers slipped deftly, surely, into the secret valley between the mounds and, with a sweeping pass, went straight to his asshole.
Hank caught his breath. A slippery finger, starting from his last vertebra, slipped down the full length of his crack and passed over the brown little hole, followed by another and another, over and over again, each time passing over the sphincter muscle. And with each pass, the strokes became shorter and shorter until they were massaging only that sensitive little area of his shit-hole.
Hank flexed his flanks. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, wonderfully wrong! What was happening? His mother' ... home ... Hank shook his head, bringing him back to the level of consciousness.
His dream of childhood, being bathed, his mother, they all disappeared. But that sexual sensation ... his shit-hole ... the stroking of ms shit-hole continued!
Disoriented and frightened, but in the first stages of arousal, Hank lifted his head and craned to see something, anything. What was going on?
Ruthie knelt beside the bed, looking into his wondering, questioning eyes, and cooed at him. He looked into her pretty, little, innocent face, and everything snapped into focus.
"Ohhh," he sighed in relief. "It's you."
"How do you feel?" Ruthie asked in a whisper.
"I feel as though I just had a bath," Hank replied, also whispering.
"You're right, you did!" Ruthie giggled and lifted a washcloth and towel into his line of sight.
"Oh, it was you," he said with relief, recalling his strange dream. "That was it."
Peggy stopped massaging Hank's asshole. She moved her hands up to his hips, and put pressure on them indicating she wanted him to turn over on his side. Still half-asleep, Hank quietly complied.
Ruthie put her hands behind his ass and tugged him over to the side of the bed, so Hank ended up lying on his side, facing Ruthie, on the edge of the bed.
"I'm tired," he breathed.
"Go back to sleep then, sweetie," Ruthie softly whispered. Hank shut his eyes and relaxed again. The next thing he knew, he felt a wet tongue licking his balls. Behind him, two hands had spread the mounds of his ass and a wet tongue was sweeping over his puckered hole!
Hank's eyes popped open, his dick jumped, his mind and nerves snapped totally to attention.
Before he had a chance to protest this double assault, Ruthie had gobbled up his meat and Peggy had poked her sharp, little tongue into his asshole. His prick was already responding to the sucking Ruthie was giving it, and the tongue-fucking of his shit-hole was sending stabbing pulses of pleasure straight into his balls.
If he had thought he was too tired to be aroused again, or had had intentions of rejecting the lewd advances of these two little, teen-age sex maniacs ... it was already too late.
Peggy was licking his nether hole again with lascivious pleasure, bathing it in her saliva. She licked up and down the valley and around the hillocks of his rear. On each time around or so, she dug her tongue into Hank's hairy anus, forcing it into his rectum as deep as it could possibly go.
While she was paying homage to his hairy porthole, Ruthie was doing a job and a half on his pole.
She pulled her sweet little mouth off of the stiff rod, and moved down to his scrotal sac. After nudging and rubbing his balls with her little nose, she hungrily sucked both of his testicles into her mouth. Inside her warm, wet oral cavity, she flicked her hard tongue back and forth over them, popping them around this way and that in her mouth.
Hank inhaled and tried not to get too hot, but it was a losing battle. He loved what they were doing. He loved the way they were doing it! There were no two ways about it, he was hot ... and getting hotter!
Ruthie let Hank's balls slowly pop out of her mouth. She licked around the base of his swollen rod, puckered her mouth up and ran it up and down the outside of his prick. Hank breathed an "Ahhh" in response.
I can't believe this, he told himself. Wow! What a feeling! He opened his eyes and looked down at Ruthie, who had just gobbled up his dick again, working over the head by flicking her tongue back and forth over it.
It gave him a sense of superiority in a way-even a feeling of power-having two lush teen-ager's worshiping his pee-rod and shit-hole with their mouths and tongues.
Ruthie was sucking on his fat meat like she wanted to suck the come right out of it. And the way it felt, he knew that's probably just what she was going to do any minute now.
"Eat it, little girl, eat it! You want me to come into your mouth, I'll bet. Don't you?"
"Um-m-m," Ruthie resonated around Hank's prick.
"I bet you love hot come. I bet you eat it like honey, swallow it like warm milk."
Ruthie bobbed her head up and down in an energetic confirmation of his statements.
"Well, keep that suction machine going, and it won't be long now. It won't be long before you'll taste that creamy gismo Ohhhh!" Hank croaked in a lewd whisper.
Ruthie applied herself with renewed vigor to his rock-hard manhood. Meanwhile, Peggy, who had bathed, lubricated, and tongue-fucked his bunghole, realized it was time for her next move.
With her forefinger, she massaged his hole, rimming it with light strokes. Then, just as Ruthie had Hank's balls buzzing, Peggy rammed her finger straight into Hank's hole, right up into his intestinal tract.
Hank howled, but not with pain, for Peggy's finger was still drenched in oil from before. No, Hank howled with almost unbearable pleasure.
The feeling of delight sparked through him like electricity. Peggy expertly reamed out the inside of his smelly hole, enhancing the sexual sensation of Ruthie sucking his prick with a suction he could feel all the way back in his balls.
The juices rumbled into his swollen scrotal sac with the rumblings of a volcano before it erupts. Hank's head swirled with the sensations that assailed his senses. He thought he would go mad!
And at the very instant when he felt he couldn't stand one more thrill, one more ounce of delight or pleasure, at the very instant his senses were filled to overflowing, his head reeling, his balls bulging from the pressure, at that instant, the world exploded into a million pieces, and Hank shot through space surrounded by multicolored starbursts of a billion nebulae. In short, Hank came, shooting his wad into the eager mouth of the perverted, blonde teen-ager.
Screaming, howling, twisting, turning, Hank, for the third, and most outrageous time, had offered his juices up on the altar of sex.
Chapter Eleven
When he awoke the next morning, the girls were gone. He lay on the bed savoring the madness of the night before. But in the cold light of dawn, he began to realize something was a bit wrong. He had the unpleasant feeling that his seduction of the innocent looking, little teen-age girl hadn't gone exactly as he had meant it to go.
The whole purpose of the exercise had been to prove his manhood and virility by his seducing an innocent little girl, by taking a little, unfeeling lump and arousing her animal passions through his skillfulness as a real sex master. Taking someone who had no thoughts of lust towards him and instilling her with passion and desire. That's what he felt he had to do to prove himself, but something was wrong ...
He thought back to the innocent little gestures Peggy had made at the table in the cocktail lounge. He remembered how she had grabbed him as soon as they had entered the hotel room and unzipped his fly. Then, when he had seemed taken aback, she had rezipped his trousers and gone into that mind-warping dance.
"Why, I didn't seduce her," Hank gasped, as the total realization of the evening rushed over him. "She seduced me! That flaming, innocent looking, little nymphomaniac, seduced me! And her girlfriend ... Fuck it to hell! I've been had!"
Far from being flattered, Hank was wiped out. His purpose had not been to be seduced, but to seduce someone.
Well, that was then, and this was now. And right now Hank wanted more than anything else for some girl to walk up to him and make a pass at him. Right now he wanted to be seduced! He needed to be seduced! It would be proof of his desirability, a reaffirmation of his manhood if only some really stacked broad would approach him, proposition him ... for free ... and hand him back his cock, his balls, his way back to the human race and success. He knew if some girl would do that to him now, he could be a winner again. He would be a winner again, and he'd make a comeback, beginning with his cock.
He thought of his wife. "Dry cunt!" he had screamed at her, as she had derided his manhood. "Dry, fucking cunt!" And she had responded with withering remarks about his limp and lifeless prick.
Sex between them was nonexistent. No longer did they take pleasure in each other. No longer did he thrill to her touch. No longer did her cunt juices flow for his cock. Their marriage dissolved into barren bitterness, and he hated her! He hated the way she had made him feel, unmanly, impotent. But it hadn't always been that way. And who would have thought from the way it began, that that's the way it would have ended.
Hank and his wife had met in college. She was a Texas girl. Not from Dallas or Houston or San Antonio, or anywhere nationally known like that. She was from a little town outside of Abilene. But, as Hank was soon to learn, the little town she was from was famous, more famous in its own way than all of the other Texas towns put together.
Hank found out about it on their first date, the night after the big game when he spotted her standing apart from the other autograph hounds. He watched her. She was beautiful, but pretty aloof. That intrigued Hank, and he approached her. Sparks flew that first moment when their eyes met.
All the while Hank was showering and changing, he knew one thing for sure. It was going to be a hot and heavy night! It was, too, but not in the way he had expected. Even after all these years, with all of their ensuing bitterness, looking back, Hank wouldn't have changed one second of that night for anything else ... not one second of it.
They were pretty heavy into petting that evening. It was a very private grope session punctuated by a lot of panting, hot breaths and sighs. Hank was pushing hard for penetration. She was resisting. It made him angry because he was used to having his way with women. He didn't like this business of feeling frustrated in the least little bit.
He persisted. She resisted. Finally, when he was ready to dump her out of the car onto the roadside and speed away, burning rubber for at least two miles, she began to soften. She began to back off a bit from her untenable (at least that's how Hank considered it) position.
"Look, honey," she said quite frankly, "I can't let you in."
"Why not?" young Hank screamed for what seemed like the ten-thousandth time.
"Because its' against my principles, that's why." Cathy explained with the same candor. "It may sound funny in this day and age, but you have to remember I'm from a little bitty town in Texas. And a girl's brought up there to believe she should enter her marriage bed as a virgin."
"What the hell kind of dumb thing is that?" Hank yelled in anguish. He'd had a lot of lines pulled on him, but they were almost always to get his cock out of his pants, not to keep it there.
"Now honey, I know how you must feel, but this doesn't mean we can't have sex."
Hank's ears perked up.
"However," she continued, "it may not be exactly what you had in mind. But, honey, I can assure you, you won't regret it."
"What are you talking about?" Hank asked, suspicious of some kind of sickie sex act looming on the horizon.
She sensed his suspicion and was quick to lay his suspicious mind to rest. "Why, darling, it's nothing bad. It's the Easy Rider, that's all. I'd be willing to give you the Easy Rider if you wanted me to."
"What the hell is the Easy Rider?" Hank asked, thinking to get angry again. He wanted to get rocked and she wanted to play cowboy games!
Without further explanation, Cathy showed him what the Easy Rider was. It turned out to be the most fantastic blow job Hank had ever had. He didn't even know things like that existed. When it was all over, and he lay there boneless in the car seat, he finally managed to ask a question.
"WWWhat did you say that was?"
While he regained his strength, the beautiful sloe-eyed wench with the wicked mouth and tongue, told him the history of the Easy Rider.
In Texas's early gold and oil rush days, every lusty brawling town had its dance halls, saloons, and just plain brothels, catering to the wild lone men who left all behind them to forge into new territories and grab what was theirs, or someone else's, and make it theirs.
Of the girls that populated these pleasure shacks, for often that's what they were, just plain shacks, one slip of a girl outshone all the others. It wasn't too long before her name became a legend in the West.
She was only eighteen. Some said it was a hick, but most everyone close to her, especially the other girls, swore it was just some kind of talent she was born with.
She could give a blow job to end all blow jobs. The oil wildcatters were the ones to name it. They called it the Easy Rider. The name stuck. Men came halfway across the country just to have an Easy Rider. Some say old men would drag themselves half-dead to her doorway just so they could cross to the Pearly Gates on an Easy Rider. And she was most accommodating.
Well, needless to say, the girl grew rich. But as soon as the land in Texas was staked, the pioneer women moved in, in short order. The shacks turned into houses over night, and the houses formed towns. Now when this happened, the girl of the Easy Rider fell on hard times. There wasn't a woman alive who felt safe or sure of her husband with this wicked hussy anywhere within a hundred miles of them. They drove her from town to town, until she realized that that was the way it would always be from then on.
Did she give up? Hell, no. Instead, she located about 500 acres of land in a deserted patch outside of what is now known as Abilene. She staked out the territory, laid claim to it, built a magnificent house and stocked it with beautiful women of every race, color, creed, and type she could find. One of each.
Then she did the unbelievable. She taught them to do the Easy Rider.
Well, as soon as word got out as to where she was and what she was doing, the men beat a pathway to her door from the four corners of the nation. In fact, they really did beat paths, and it used to be a joke that her house was situated on a crossroads, a joke that was true.
Anyway, the men came and went. Then some of them stayed and built houses nearby. Some fell in love with the girls and went off to settle down with them, but always near the main house. Before long, the girl's brothel was the center of a thriving community.
The women of the community didn't mind that her house was at its center. After all, they all knew how to give the Easy Rider, because they were all ex-girls from the house, and no outside women were allowed to settle in the 500 acres the young girl had staked out.
As a result, they say the town produced the happiest men and most sought after women in the entire state of Texas. Now as time went by, the town grew. But it became ashamed of its beginnings, so it changed its name from Easy Rider to something more usual.
Although some of the old ways are long forgotten, and even the town's name is changed, there is one thing that remains the same. Every woman and female child over a certain age, learns every move of the Easy Rider. And that's true to this very day.
When Cathy finished her remarkable tale, of which Hank had proof, he asked her when she had learned about it.
"When I was thirteen," she answered. "In fact our group of girls used to have run-off's using cucumbers, of course, to see who had the best technique. In our group," she said a bit modestly, "I was the best."
After the blow job Hank had just experienced, he was willing to give her a certificate to attest to it ... a marriage certificate. And many years later, a divorce certificate to match.
Hank looked up and down the beach. The sun was dipping low, causing long-shadow to form around the thinning group of bathers.
Somewhere, out there, there has to be a girl who thinks I'm great, he told himself. Some-where among those broads there has got to be just one beauty who needs a good lay; who recognizes a good prick when she sees it.
Someone who will give me a sign, a word, anything to let me know that she thinks I'm a man ... a real MAN!
He lay back and closed his eyes with a sigh. And if it's not asking too much, Christ! ... if only she knew how to give the Easy Rider!
He began thinking about how it felt, and his prick jumped to life, pressing its full-blown outline against his tight, white swim trunks. Hank wasn't aware of it, nor would he have cared. Let them all see what a hunk of goodies he had; what the hell did he care, would be his attitude.
Just at that point his reveries were interrupted by something poking into his belly button and a sultry voice saying, "Hey, don't I know you?"
Hank started and looked down to the area of his navel. He saw a bright-red toenail disappearing into his belly button.
"What the hell? ... " He followed the toenail to its toe, up the slender foot to which the toe was attached, along the shapely calf, up the soft, tanned thigh to a lovely, scantily covered crotch.
His gaze stopped there.
"Honey, ah said, don't I know you?" the sultry voice insisted.
Hank dragged his eyes away from the lovely box and moved up over the flat stomach, over the two jutting mounds which he immediately recognized as a pair of enormous knockers, up to a vision of loveliness for a face, framed in wavy platinum hair. It created a striking contrast to the deep tan of the sun-ripened skin. Hank blinked and tried to home in on the vision. Was he dreaming again? He pinched himself just to make sure. He wasn't dreaming. He was wide awake.
"Cat got your tongue, sugar?" the vision asked.
"Uhhh, no," mumbled Hank, squinting up at her.
"Listen, sugar, are you or were you, married to a sweet little Texas girl by the name of Cathy?"
"Yes."
"Well, sugar, I thought so. You see, I went to high school with dear little Cathy. Now I heard you all were divorced, so I wouldn't be causing any trouble if I were to tell you that I'd just hate to see that great old thing go to waste!"
With that, she did a mind-blowing thing. She traced the outline of Hank's bloated dick with her big toe.
Hank almost jumped out of his trunks. He sat bolt upright and made all the appropriate answers. This was it! It was happening! She'd give him the reassurance he needed. It would be all he would need to get himself straight on the road to success again. Now he could get it all together and make it work, the way he had in the old days! It was his new lease on life, his second chance, he comeback. Deep inside him something said, this is it! Then what the girl had said some minutes before began to sink in. The same town ... Easy Rider?
"Uhhh, you say you're from the same town as Cathy?" Hank asked, almost holding his breath for the answer.
"Sure am."
"And you were born and raised in that town?"
"Sure was," the vision of loveliness answered, as he guided her across the sands, gear in tow. Well, Hank smiled broadly to himself, Easy Rider here I come! And he did, again, and again, and again.
