It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passion surfaces, and another Charles Manson emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed-and another Tidal Basin or Watergate scandal hits the headlines.
THE SWINGERS is the story of people who dare to let their most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people whose motto might be: "If it feels good, do it."
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Belinda stood at the window, looking out at the forested slopes of the mountains. It was a glorious vista. A blanket of pure white snow had settled over the land and the trees rose up stark and black against the background. A few trails cut through the woods, winding upwards through the twists and turns of the land. Belinda and John were going to follow one of those trails in the morning. But Belinda had other thoughts on her mind at the moment and she smiled slightly. When her lush body gave a little tremble it was not caused by the cold weather outside the window, but by a rising fire in her loins.
There was a fire in the fireplace, as well, and the heat wafted over her as if drawn, like to like, towards the heat of her body.
Belinda was a virgin.
In a few moments she had every intention of doing something about that condition.
She was standing in one of the big bedrooms of the Stone Ridge Inn. The room was paneled in pine and the fire place was gray stone. The bed was covered with a colorful Indian blanket. It was a lovely place to lose her cherry, she thought. Both she and John were outdoors types and when he'd asked her to spend the weekend in the mountains with him, Belinda had known what it meant-that they would sleep together. But she had agreed immediately, without any hesitation at all. Eagerly, in fact.
Truth be known, Belinda had been looking forward to getting fucked for quite awhile. She was nineteen years old and she figured that she had retained her maidenhood quite long enough. It wasn't as if she were giving it away to just anyone, either, for she had been dating John for several months and had decided that he was the man she wanted to screw her for the first time. She had come close to yielding before, in fact, and they had done plenty of heavy petting. But Belinda had always halted the proceedings just before they went all the way. It had been frustrating for both of them-but not unbearably frustrating, since they gave each other hand jobs to their mutual relief.
The reason she had not yielded her pussy to him before this was not because she hadn't wanted to. It was simply because the situation had never been just right-the setting had always been wrong somehow.
Belinda wanted her first fuck to be perfect.
She didn't want to fumble around awkwardly in the confines of John's automobile and she couldn't bring him to her place because she lived with her parents and, although John had his own apartment, Belinda knew that he had screwed other women there and she didn't want to be another one of a series.
But here in the Adirondacks everything was going to be just as she wanted it to be.
She thought.
* * *
John had gone down to the desk to arrange for the trek they planned on taking in the morning, having a hamper lunch done up and checking over the survey maps with the owner of the inn. He could have made these arrangements later, of course, and Belinda supposed that he was doing it now as a delaying tactic, because he was nervous about being with her in the bedroom. She had not actually told him that she intended to let him screw her today and she could tell how uncertain he was-hopeful and doubtful at the same time.
She hoped his nervousness would not make him awkward-or worse!-impotent.
Belinda decided to take matters into her own hand and ease John's nerves by making it obvious that he was going to get what he wanted. She was rather a shy girl-one of the main reasons why she was still a virgin at nineteen, despite being passionate by nature-and she could not bring herself to come right out and tell him, in so many words, that she was ready to spread her legs for him.
But she could demonstrate.
Grinning impishly and amazed at her own boldness, the sexy girl began to undress.
When John came back to the room and found her waiting, naked, there would be no need for the embarrassment of words and whatever nervous hesitation and doubt he might be feeling would fade straight away when he saw her readiness.
She took off her heavy Norwegian ski sweater and her warm slacks. She paused, debating whether to leave her bra and panties on, thinking that John might relish the pleasure of taking those frilly things off her, but then she decided that it would be better, this first time, if she were completely naked. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the clasp of the bra. It fell away, the cups retaining their shape, and her big tits rolled free, hardly sagging at all despite their weight. Then she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down, wriggling her hips free.
Naked, she padded to the door, opened it a crack and looked down the hallway.
There was no sign of John.
But she had waited a long time for this moment and Belinda did not mind waiting a few more moments. In fact, she was enjoying the wait, basking in the anticipation of her first-ever fuck, savoring the expectation of what it would be like to have her pussy full of cock.
Feeling sexy and naughty and thrilled, she went back into the room and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, wanting to see what her naked body would look like when John first gazed upon her.
He had seen her naked tits and he had seen her cunt while he finger fucked her, but he had not seen her in a state of complete nakedness. Their petting had always been done in snatches, semi-clothed groping and fumbling, for she had feared that if she ever let him take all her clothing off she would have been unable to stop him from balling her. Now she was not going to stop him. She smiled at her reflection. Belinda was not a vain girl, but it would have been the height of false modesty if she had not admitted that she knew she was a very, very good-looking girl. She had a mass of golden hair, ringlets and curls that framed her face and tumbled to her shoulders. She was a natural blonde and her hair was sun-streaked in platinum bands and darker amber streaks and all the various shades between. Her face was well suited to that elaborate frame. She had blue eyes, high cheek bones and a wide, sensual mouth. Her chin was square and her nose small and slightly upturned.
And if her face suited her hair, her body suited her face, the perfect body to complement a sensual countenance. Her torso was slender and willowy but her tits were big globes that seemed almost too large for her slim figure, rolling together into deep cleavage and thrusting out firmly, like ivory balloons inflated into perfect spheres. Her nipples were large, set in dusky areolas the size of silver dollars and, at the moment, they were stiff, as if they were the valves by which her tits had been so nicely blown up into firm globes.
As she gazed at her image, those nipples stiffened even more, as if aware of her admiration.
Her eyes slid down.
Her belly was flat, her hips sweeping gently outwards, her legs long and shapely. Her pubic mount was heavily forested with curly blonde hair which framed her cunt as nicely as the hair on her head framed her face.
Belinda pushed her belly out and parted her thighs so that she could se the reflection of her crotch. Her pussy was moist and the lips had unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink flower to the morning sun. The cunt lips were flecked with foam and the open slot was flooded with cunt juice. Her clit stood out as stiff and as vibrant as her nipples.
She reached down and drew her forefinger across that tingling nugget of love. She shivered deliciously at the sensation. She moved her hips and slipped her finger across her clit again, giving a little whimper of delight. But then she brought her hand away from her crotch. This was not the time to play with herself. Her hot cunt had had to be satisfied with her hands-and John's-long enough . . . after today there would be no u more need for finger fucking or clit rubbing.
The nubile girl turned and, looking back over her shoulder, admired the configuration of her ass. It was a splendid ass, indeed, shaped like a heart, the cheeks cutting in sharply to the backs of her creamy thighs. Her body seemed perfectly designed, that well-packed ass positioned as a counterweight to her big tits so that, moving, she flowed with fluid grace.
She moved now, walking away from the mirror towards the bed. She thought that she would lie down with her legs open, waiting for John in the position in which she would receive him. But then she veered off and went back to the window. Even though she was absolutely ready to fuck, and determined to do just that, she was still a shy girl and the thought of waiting in such a suggestive position on the bed struck her as just too brazen . . . sordid, even. She was afraid that she might blush or-worse-that John might blush when he saw her there.
She leaned on the window sill and gazed out at the darkening slopes of the hills. The sun was below the far peaks and the shadows lay like black velvet across the long fingers of pristine snow that had drifted into the folds of the land. It was a lovely vista.
And Belinda knew that it would be a lovely vista that greeted John when he entered the room and saw her naked at the window, her thrusting ass towards him. This position was less provocative than if she were waiting on the bed, but it was every bit as sexy, and Belinda grinned with happy expectation and waited for her lover to come.
John came up the stairs slowly, hesitantly. As Belinda had surmised, he was not too sure what was going to happen-whether she had decided to finally let him fuck her or if she thought that he would have to settle for the old routine, the heavy petting and the mutual masturbation.
John was twenty-five and he had screwed quite a few girls. Normally he would not have bothered dating a virgin once it became obvious that she was going to retain that virginity, but Belinda was such a glorious girl that he figured a hand job from her was better than a fuck from the average girl. That did not, however, mean that he was not dying to fuck her. He had never tried to force her, never insisted or coaxed or threatened, but he dreamed of the time when he would finally get his big dick stuck up that sweet snatch.
He knew damned well that despite her virginity Belinda was not frigid. Far from it. She was passionate and loving and when he rubbed her clit or pushed a finger up her love box, she always creamed almost at once, shuddering through juicy, panting multiple orgasms with obvious joy.
Nor did she ever deny him a return on that pleasure. She jerked him off with great attention to details and, when his pecker began to spurt, she often creamed with him, even if tie wasn't touching her, just at the sight of his thick cum, as if her pussy had gone off by sympathetic vibration.
But now he knew he was going to be grievously disappointed if he got no more than a hand-job from Belinda on this first time they spent a night together in bed.
John was tall, broad shouldered and trim hipped-a good looking young man with sandy hair and a nice smile. Plenty of girls were willing to spread their legs for him, and plenty had, but now he was interested only in Belinda.
He thought he might even ask her to marry him.
His uncertainty about Belinda's willingness to go all the way had been registering itself in his prick as well as in his mind. All during the long drive up from the city, his cock had not seemed to know if it should get hard or shrink. At one moment it would be sticking out like an iron rod, at the next it had diminished again, as if fearful of manifesting his desire.
He had considered asking her to jerk him off as he drove. He knew that she would be perfectly willing to do that, for she had often done it in the past. But as soon as he thought of requesting it, his dick would go soft again. Anyhow, he had figured, it was better to save his spunk load up, so that if she let him screw her he would have a nice thick wad to shoot up her virgin quim. He knew that Belinda loved jism, for he had often noticed how her eyes lighted up when the head of his cock began to bubble and how she panted when she pulled the creamy joy juice out and he figured that, if she liked it on her hands, she would quite logically like a nice hot load up her cunt.
Now as he mounted the stairs, his cock was still behaving in an indecisive fashion, semi-hard and writhing about in his woolen trousers, not quite erect but swollen enough so that he had to walk with his hands down in his deep pockets to avoid the embarrassment of having anyone notice the state of his crotch.
How shall I go about it? he speculated.
Shall I come right out and ask her to let me fuck her, or wait until we're in bed together and work up to it gradually, or maybe get a few drinks into her after dinner, to sort of drown her inhibitions? No, that's not a good idea at all; she might resent it if I did that and I wouldn't want to risk having her get angry with me just for a single fuck.
John couldn't decide how to approach her.
It was a moot point . . .
He pushed the door open and stepped in and then stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth opened and his eyes went wide. Belinda was standing at the window, stark naked. She didn't seem aware that he had come into the room. John gazed at her thrusting ass and tiny waist and slightly spread thighs and a slow grin turned his mouth upwards. Her naked haunches were like a basket of desire, the template from which perfect loins were stamped.
Her head turned. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder and she glanced back at him.
Then, slowly, she smiled.
John's pecker lost every bit of its indecision at that moment, for there was no doubting the inclination of that smile. Her eyes drifted over him for a moment. Then she turned back to the window and looked out, her warm, vibrant body seeming to glow against the frame of glass and the darkening night beyond.
John's cock surged up so fiercely that he almost expected it to burst out of his heavy woolen trousers, ripping the cloth or tearing the zipper.
Standing by the door, he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, his fingers numb and clumsy, as if all his dexterity had become confused by the urgency of his passion, or as if so much blood had rushed into his cock that his fingertips had gone to sleep.
He dropped the shirt to the floor and advanced to the center of the room.
Belinda did not move.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it open, then slid the zipper down. His pants dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He was wearing nylon briefs and the stretchy material was thrust out, straining, on the crowbar of his prick. He had to pull the briefs far out in front of his belly in order to tug them down past his looming cock and, freed of the nylon restraint, that big tool snapped up hard. The swollen knob slapped against his lean belly with a dull thud.
John's pecker was long and thick, the head shaped like a mushroom and the fat stalk seamed with a dark, pulsating ventral vein. It was taut as a guitar string and humming like a tuning fork. His balls were swollen with a stored-up load of liquid lust, big as cantaloupes against his thighs. He was glad that he had not had her jack him off in the car.
He kicked his shoes off and moved towards her.
She tipped her head slightly to one side, as if listening to a distant sound, dimly perceived.
John stood close behind her.
His cock loomed up along her spine, quivering, the knob so hot that it seemed to be glowing and steaming.
He had always supposed that when they fucked for the first time, it would be in a bed.
But he had no objections.
He put his hands on the slopes of her hips and began to massage her lovingly. He ran his hands up her waist and down her flanks and she sighed with pleasure. He stepped closer so that his cock was pressed against her ass.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
His hands moved up and he cupped her fat tits, holding the globes in his palms and feeling her nipples fairly explode at the contact. He began to knead and caress her boobs and to push his pecker up and down against her back. She squirmed as if the hot rod were a branding iron, burning his possessive mark into her creamy flesh. Her ass shifted from side to side, snuggling against him. She tucked her loins in and pushed her bottom out, fitting against him like two spoons stacked together.
It was dark enough now so that he could see her face reflected in the window, and he saw that her features were contorted by her passion. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips parted. The tip of her tongue ran back and forth through her mouth. She was panting heavily; as she inhaled, her big tits ballooned in his hands.
She moved one hand from the window sill and reached back between her thighs. She cupped his balls, squeezing tenderly.
Then she rose up onto her toes.
John dipped his knees at the same time, so that his cockhead shoved down into the crack of her ass. He drew his hands down from her knockers and placed them on her ass, spreading the cheeks apart and running his dick up and down through that soft ass cleavage a few times.
Then he dipped lower and his peckerhead nestled into her smoldering crotch.
He paused, the bloated knob flaring in her slot.
His hands shifted to her hipbones, holding her as if they were the handles of her lithe pelvis.
Her cunt seemed to be dragging upon his cockhead, pulling the meaty slab up into her creamy hole as she turned her hips from side to side, rubbing her frothy snatch around on the head of his cock. He was not inside her yet, but they seemed to be glued together by her sticky pussy juice, clamped in place by the suction of her loins.
She was still holding his balls in one hand, now she slid her other hand down and folded it around the root of his massive tool. Holding steady, she began to move his dick around at the entrance to her cunt. She was using his cockhead like a ladle, stirring her cream bowl. Her pussy lips spread around the tip and he could feel her tingling, glowing love bud against his burning peckerhead.
John was dizzy with lust, his head spinning around and his blood pounding through his veins as if his blood stream were filled with molten lumps of lust.
"Johnny?" she said.
Her voice quivered.
"Fuck me, darling . . ."
This, thought John, had been well worth waiting for . . .
He began to inch his cock up her hole very slowly and gently, working the big lump in inch by inch. Although she was a virgin, her pussy was ready to be plumbed. Her maidenhead had been broken long before by her own exploring hands and her hot tunnel was slippery with cunt juice.
His cockhead slipped in.
Her cunt lips folded tightly around the stalk, gripping him in a fiery collar just behind the knob. He fed her another inch. Her hips danced in his hands and her twat began to suck and pull on his prong, the interior muscles tightening in a series of concentric rings around his cockhead and shaft and hauling him deeper up her hole.
Cunt juice was running down the insides of her thighs in glistening ivory streamers as his big plunger pumped it out. The pearly stuff flowed down his stalk and welled up on his bloated balls, as if displaying on the outside the thick quick-silvery cream that waited within.
John braced himself, his knees bent, his thighs knotted with muscle, still gripping her by the hips. About half of his cock was in her now. The other half stuck out like some big, fleshy bolt that linked them together. He held steady for a moment. Belinda was thrashing about, rotating her hips, pumping her belly up and down and her ass in and out. She was impatient to have all of his pecker. Now that she'd had a taste of it, she was desperate to have the whole big wad chock-a-block up her eager pussy. Her hips pistoned and her torso undulated.
"Give it to me, darling," she panted, trying to lower herself onto his rampant rod by dipping her knees.
John slammed the pork home.
He fed her the second half with one long, rippling stroke, burying his cockhead in her womb and running every inch of the thick stem into her so that his swollen balls jammed tight- ly to her flooded crotch.
Sheathed to the hilt, he held steady again, savoring the pleasure of having every inch of his dick bedded in hot pussy and letting the overheated girl thrill to the sensation of having her cunt stuffed to the brim with hot cock.
She whimpered and moaned.
As often as she had imagined how wonderful it would feel to be full of pecker, the reality was far better than even her expectations.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then Belinda began to slide up and down on his dong, slowly and tentatively at first, experimenting with the fucking action, then moving more quickly.
John began to hump his cock into her cunt, working in counterpoint, so that he was shoveling the meat up her snatch as she lowered her crotch upon his prick. He swiveled, corkscrewing up her hole, then banged straight in, varying the strokes. She had released his balls now and was gripping the window sill with both hands. The big cum bags slapped up into her crotch as he drove in.
"Oh!" she gasped, as he fed a savage stroke to her steaming twat, tilting her ass up on the thrust. Then, longer and softer, she wailed, "Ooooh . . ."
Her hips pistoned and her ass bucked, spraying cunt juice onto his belly and balls and thighs. She had gone wild with the sensation, inspired to sexual abandon by the feeling and by the psychological thrill of knowing that, at long last, she was getting fucked. She was full of cock and soon she would know the glorious ecstasy of feeling a load of hot, thick spunk pouring into her lovebox for the first time.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Johnny . . . fuck, fuck, fuck," She repeated the word, timing it to his strokes so that it was not a request, but more a definition of just what he was doing. Her words and her wild abandon excited the man every bit as much as the slippery clamp of her cunt. He began to shovel the tool up her with renewed vitality, slamming in to the root, drawing back, ramming home again. He was fucking so hard and so fast that his dick was a blur. Belinda could not tell if he was going in or pulling out as his cock sped up and down her channel.
Her cunt was molded to the contours of his cock, clamped to him through every precious inch and she felt his mighty prick swell up inside her, spreading her pussy open, as his orgasm approached.
"Come . . . come for me . . . come in me!" she wailed, talking in a manner she had never done before, feeling utterly depraved and loving every moment and every inch of that depravity. "Shoot that hot jism up my cunt!"
Her pussy was starting to melt like a wax candle around his burning, iron-hard wick.
John had been holding back, waiting for Belinda to reach the crest before he blew his wad. Feeling her cunt melt, he poured the pork in with gusto. His balls swelled alarmingly; he growled with animal passion.
Then he shot his thick, creamy geyser into the depths of her seething pussy.
The joy juice blasted out with volcanic power, great loops and coils of cum dousing her womb and hosing her cunt down with spurt after spurt as his balls emptied and the load came boiling from his peckerhead like creamy lava.
John jerked and twitched spasmodically, stunned by the force of his climax. His hips continued to pump even after his balls had been emptied and his cock had started to soften. Belinda squirmed against him, her juicy ass wriggling as she worked off the final spasms of her own creamy passion.
Then he snuggled to her, kissing her on the neck, and they stood together at the window, still linked by his diminishing pecker, both satisfied for the moment and delighted that their first fuck was so wonderful.
They were both looking forward to the next one.
Belinda wanted to get fucked plenty that weekend.
But Belinda didn't know the half, of it . . .
CHAPTER TWO
Glowing with contentment, Belinda was a strikingly lovely girl. As pretty as she had been before, her beauty seemed to have been magnified by the willing loss of her virginity. Her new womanhood registered in her face and her sexy body seemed more nubile and bouncy than ever.
They got dressed to go down to dinner.
They hadn't fucked in the big bed yet, but the anticipation of that pleasure was in both their minds and, had either of them suggested it, the other would have gladly foregone dinner and stayed in the room. But they went down to the dining room, hand in hand, exchanging fond glances.
They took a table. There was a bar at one of the room and two men and a woman were standing there, having a drink before dinner. When John and Belinda walked in, they looked up appraisingly at the young lovers. They looked at each other, smiling mysteriously. They turned back to the bar and sipped at their aperitifs but, from time to time, each of them glanced over at Belinda.
The woman glanced as often-and with as much obvious appreciation-as did her two male companions.
But Belinda and John, wrapped up in each other with their new love like a mist around them, paid no attention to the three observers at the bar.
Why should they?
A buxom waitress in a gingham dress stood by their table; they ordered cocktails and she went to fetch the drinks. They had the menus in hand but hadn't looked at them yet.
John said, "I have a map with a trail marked out for tomorrow. There's a cabin at the top of it and we can have our lunch there. In privacy," he added, with a grin.
"A cabin?" she said.
"Ummm. A log cabin. But fully equipped with a stove and kitchen and ... a bed."
Belinda smiled. That would be nice, she thought.
"We may need snow shoes higher up the trail," he added. "Do you know how to use them?"
"Urn hum. You have to arch your foot and swing your thighs out . . . like fucking ..."
"Hummm . . . maybe we'd better practice those motions tonight, so we'll be limber."
The waitress brought the drinks.
"We aren't ready to order yet," John said.
She moved away and they looked at the menus. Belinda's long eyelashes fluttered.
"What shall we eat?" she asked.
"I'd like to eat you," John said.
"Not on the table," she said, giggling and blushing.
"We'll have dessert in our room, then."
"Or a savory," Belinda said, blushing deeper, surprised by her own boldness. "A nice meaty savory filled with cream ..."
"Oh, wow," John gulped.
He looked down. Belinda looked at him. Then he looked up at her and she dropped her eyes, in turn. They were both slightly embarrassed by the extent of their passion-but in a pleasant sort of way.
Belinda was thinking that she still had a secondary virginity to be lost. She had never had a cock in her mouth. Up until that day she had never had a cock anywhere except in her hand, in fact-and only a few cocks even there. But she felt no reluctance or hesitation whatsoever at the idea of sucking a dick. She had often thought about it, actually, wondering what it would feel like and taste like. She had thought about that in particular when she was jerking John off. She would gaze in fascination at his big, flaring cockhead and it looked so succulent that her mouth would start to water for a taste. She had often been sorely tempted to go down on him, especially in those thrilling moments when he began to tremble and his pecker swelled up in her hand and the tip began to bubble with spunk.
If John had asked her to, she would have.
If he had given her head a little downward push, she would have pounced voraciously on his prick.
But John hadn't realized that. It didn't occur to him that a girl who would not fuck would suck a cock, and it was not the sort of thing that she felt she should initiate. Her virginity had been a stumbling block in that, too. She had some vague idea that it would be shameful to suck a cock while she was still cherry, that it would be like offering her mouth as a substitute for her unavailable eunt, rather than doing it because she truly wanted to. But now that she had been screwed in the cunt, she had no qualms at all about taking it in her mouth.
In fact, she was looking forward to it with a far greater appetite than she felt for dinner . . .
Now she said, "I think I'll just have a salad, Johnny. I don't want to be too full for dessert."
And John's cock snapped up so hard that it dragged the front of his trousers up like a wool brace under the table.
The waitress came back. Belinda had a salad and John, figuring that he was going to be burning up plenty of calories before this weekend was over, had a huge steak. They shared a carafe of red wine. The food was pretty good, but neither of them showed much interest in eating it as they gazed back and forth across the table.
They didn't show nearly as much interest in the meal as the three people at the bar did in them . . .
They had coffee and brandy after the meal, but they did not linger over it. They were both impatient to get back to the room for sex. John had to push his hand down into his pocket once more as they walked out.
He hoped those people at the bar did not notice the lump in his pants. But they did.
And so did Belinda, as she walked at his side, and she smiled happily at the thought that, in a few moments, she was going to have that big, throbbing peckerhead buried in her mouth. She felt an actual physical hunger for a taste of his prick-she was salivating for it.
As it turned out, Belinda was disappointed.
When they got to the room, John led her to the bed and began to undress her. He hadn't taken his cock out yet and Belinda did not have a chance to get it into her mouth. John was taking his time, despite the urgent throbbing in his cock and balls. He removed her sweater and bra and began to lick her tits, then to suck on the trembling nipples. He was kneeling over her, as if worshipping at the altar of her body.
Belinda reached down and stroked his thigh, then began to rub his pecker through his pants.
John moved lower, kissing down her stomach. He opened her slacks and tugged them down over her hips as she hiked her ass up, wriggling. He drew them from her feet. Her panties were tiny bikini types and the crotchband was soaking with cunt juice. John hovered over her, blowing his hot breath onto her crotch and watching the sodden patch spread out and darken as her pussy reacted. Her thighs parted wide.. John was kneeling at her crotch now and she could not reach his groin. He seemed more interested in playing- with her body than in having his cock, fondled and Belinda waited, enjoying 'it and supposing, that she would get her chance to suck his cock in due course.
" He pushed his fingers under the elastic band of her panties and drew them down. Her cunt was wide open, the slit spread into an oval. The open slot was flooded with cunt juice. She arched her back, tilting her pelvis up, knowing that he wanted to look at her crotch and wanting him to. His eyes seemed to burn into her flesh as if his vision was caressing her.
He stroked his fingers up her snatch, then spread the lips open wider. He was sweating and licking his lips. He slowly pushed his middle finger up her hole and she quivered and her hips began to churn about on the bed. John had finger fucked her plenty of times before, but now, knowing that it was foreplay, rather than an end in itself, he took a brand new interest in the love play.
He pushed his finger in and out steadily, then added a second finger, twisting his wrist and corkscrewing up the smoldering slot while his thumb switched back and forth like a wind- shield wiper across her clit. He lowered his head.
"Oooooh!" she squealed, as she realized his intention.
Belinda had never had her pussy sucked and had often imagined what a joy it would be. In fact, she had tried to go down on herself once, in a particularly passionate moment. But she had not been quite limber enough. Bow her head and bend her neck as she would, she could not quite get her head between her legs and her nimble tongue fell frustratingly short by inches, running up her inner thighs and darting into her golden pubic thicket but not making contact with her twat.
She had often wished that, instead of giving her a hand-job, John would use his tongue to bring her off.
But it was much the same as her reluctance to take a dick in the mouth before she had taken one up her cunt-she didn't feel entitled to ask John to eat her out while still denying him entrance to her cunt. It simply didn't seem fair to him; it seemed far too selfish a demand.
She had no such reservations now.
She pushed her belly up and hooked her thighs, tilting her crotch up like a hairy platter on which her creamy crumpet was being served.
John began to run his tongue up her slot and across her vibrant love bud. He spread her lips open with his fingertips and darted his tongue in and out of her hole, stabbing with a fucking motion. His lips sucked on her gash voraciously- "Oh, that's good . . ." she sighed.
His hot tongue churned around, laving the walls of her juicy tunnel. His lips pursed and pulled on her clit. Cunt juice trickled onto his tongue and he spooned it out, letting the succulent oil run over his tingling taste buds and then slip down his throat.
Belinda closed her eyes, relaxed, content, thrilled by the caress of his mouth. But she wanted to return the oral homage. She thought that it would be nice if John sucked her off and then she could give him a blow job in return. With her own orgasm taken care of first, she figured that she would be able to relax and enjoy a mouthful of pecker more than she would have if her pussy was burning for attention. She could give him a long, leisurely, lingering sucking and then, in the creamy culmination, savor her first-ever drink on a stick, her first mouthful of delicious jism.
And if John had realized her intentions, it would have worked out that way.
But he was getting so hot from eating her juicy box that he forgot all about the conversation in the restaurant and her implied eagerness to milk his dick.
His prick was thundering and raging wildly in his trousers and, although he was truly relishing her cunt, he simply had to do something about that turbulent tool.
With his face still buried between her slick thighs, John fumbled with his clothing. He opened his pants and his cock rushed out like a crazed bull entering the bullring, lusting to hook its big horn into hot flesh.
He kicked his pants and shoes off awkwardly, his mouth still stuck to her hairy quim and slurping a flood of pussy juice from her.
He took his shirt off and tossed it aside.
Belinda gazed down along the slopes of her arched body, seeing his cock towering up between the curved frame of her tits and rising belly.
She thought he was going to move up and fuck her in the mouth and she began to drool heavily for his dick.
And he started up. He gave her burning cunt a final loving tongue stroke and rose up along her body but then he paused when his booming dork was level with her loins. He dipped down and pushed up and his cock ran up her slippery cunt with a long, fluid, lubricated penetration, going in all the way on the initial thrust.
He began to hump frantically.
Belinda was disappointed, for she had truly been longing for a mouthful of cockmeat, but her disappointment did not last long as the thrill of being fucked overwhelmed her. She began to pump with him, with equal vigor.
John was so hot that he blew his wad after half a dozen furious strokes. Belinda squealed joyfully as she felt that thick geyser pour into her and her pelvis thrashed about.
She had not come yet and, with a cuntful of cock and cum she forgot about sucking dick as she ground against him, trying to reach the crest.
John stilled for a moment, groaning.
His cock was still stuck up her quim and, despite his cum, it remained hard and hot. He rested for a moment, then began to move again, sliding the meat to her more gently this time and hiking his ass up so that the full length of his pecker passed across her clitoris as he went in and out.
Belinda realized that she was going to be the happy recipient of a long, slow fuck and she slowed the frantic jolting of her loins and began to work with him, undulating and squirming at the leisurely tempo.
Her thighs hooked around his flanks and her trim belly cupped, forming a bowl into which he was pouring his meat. She clung to his wide shoulders and her tits rubbed against his chest. They kissed. She could taste her own delicious cunt juice on his lips and tongue and she pushed her tongue into his mouth so that he could suck on it.
His hands cupped her ass, lifting her pelvis up as he plunged in to the depths.
Whimpering, Belinda felt the long, lateral thrill start to course across her belly and run like electric current up her thighs. Her clit was ready to ignite. Then she cried out, a gasping, sobbing wail of pure passion, as her pussy creamed around his dong.
Moaning, John started to move faster, driving his prod in with energy, his movements jerky as his orgasm approached.
Then, while Belinda was still coming, he shot another wad of spunk up her cunt.
They lay together, drained.
Belinda stroked his neck and kissed his ear.
"That was so nice,' she whispered.
"Ummmm . . ."he said, drowsily.
"Guess what I want to do now," she said.
With her cunt satisfied, the girl's thoughts had turned once again to cocksucking. John did not reply.
She placed her lips-those sweet lips that would soon be pursed around his peckerhead- close to his ear and whispered, "I want to suck your lovely cock now, darling . . ."
She waited for his response.
And no response came. She drew her face back and stared at his face, in profile. His eyes were closed. His head was snuggled against her shoulder. John was asleep.
"Damn!" Belinda muttered. She felt a momentary annoyance. She really had been looking forward to a mouthful of pecker and she thought that it was most inconsiderate of John to fall asleep when she was so starved for his dong. But then the girl grinned wryly. It had, after all, been a lovely fuck-two fucks, actually-and she had got a nice cuntful of cream and it was not logical for her to resent his exhaustion, earned by honest effort.
She reached down and felt his cock.
It was soft and shrunken. For a moment she wondered if she should slip down there and suck it as it was, hoping that it would get hard in her mouth, thinking that she might blow him while he slept. But it was going to be her first-ever mouthful and she decided that she should wait until that tasty tool was ready for it. After all, they had the whole weekend.
Belinda knew she was going to have plenty of chance to discover the joy of cocksucking.
More than she thought, in fact . . .
CHAPTER THREE
The group that had been paying such interested attention to Belinda from their position at the bar was a remarkable trio. They were at the Stone Ridge Inn for a dirty weekend, which was not particularly remarkable in itself, menage a trois situations being common enough on holidays, but where this trio was unusual was in the relationship between the members. The woman was Rena Hastings.
One of the men was her husband, Hal.
But the second man was her brother, Peter, and it was his presence that made the group singular, blending incest with marital permissiveness.
Rena was a slender woman with thrusting tits and a pert, mobile ass, both attributes displayed by her tight fitting sweater and equally tight skirt. She had legs like a dancer, shapely and well muscled, and a supple, acrobatic way of moving. Her hair was long and dark, plaited in a single braid that coiled down one side of her face. Her green eyes were slightly slanted and there was something vaguely exotic about her appearance.
Her sexual tastes were exotic, as well, and there was nothing vague about them.
Rena liked anything and everything.
She was particularly fond of her brother, Peter, who was two years older. He was a big, well-muscled fellow with crisp black hair and a flashing smile and, more to the point, as far as Rena was concerned, he was blessed with a gigantic pecker-quite the largest that she had ever seen, in fact, and she had seen cocks numbered in the hundreds.
Her husband, Hal, was a wiry blond man with sensual features and a nose that had once been broken by an irate husband but did not detract from his appearance, but added a quality of toughness to his gentle countenance. His cock was an admirable tool, larger than the average dong and capable of splendid performance and great endurance. Had Rena not known the dimensions of her sibling's prick she would have been well satisfied with that of her husband.
As it was, she had the best of both.
Unable to marry her brother, for obvious reasons, she had married Hal and then invited her brother to move in with them. Hal didn't object. He supposed that it was for financial reasons.
Then Rena invited her brother to share their bed.
Well, reasoned Hal, that could be economic, too . . . maybe Peter could not afford a bed of his own.
Then she invited Peter to share her cunt.
And Hal, reasonable fellow that he was, figured that only meant that Peter could not afford to buy a whore or to wine and dine a seducible girl.
In fact, the whole arrangement thrilled him. He did not feel cheated, since there was plenty of Rena's pussy to satisfy both of them, nor did he feel cuckolded, since he was usually in bed with them while they screwed. He was the sort of guy who was able to rationalize almost anything. When he thought that incest was wicked, he reasoned that it couldn't be too wicked, or else Rena would not commit the act in front of-or under, as it were-her own brother. And if that was shaky logic, it made no difference; it worked for Hal. Rena had wed wisely.
Several other men had asked her to marry them but she had turned them down, seeing them as jealous, unreasonable types who would object to having her big-dicked brother as a part of the family. And she never for a moment dreamed of a marriage that excluded Peter, for her loving relationship with him went far back, and deep. It had begun when Rena and Peter were teenagers and Rena had entered the bathroom unexpectedly and found him beating off in the bathtub. He had been shocked, but he was too far advanced towards his climax to stop and so, blushing, he continued to pump merrily away.
Rena's green eyes ignited when she got a look at the massive and meaty tool.
She knelt on the tiled floor and leaned over the edge of the bathtub, watching in fascination.
"Don't . . . tell . . . Mom . . ." he grunted, punctuating each word with a pump on his dick.
"Okay ... if you let me watch," the agreeable girl had said, and so she had. After that they had come to an arrangement-a series of escalating agreements, actually. At first, she made Peter promise that whenever he was going to pull himself off, he would let her come and watch. He didn't mind that at all. It was more stimulating to jerk off with his kid sister eyeing his dong than to do it on his own. But it was only a matter of time before she asked if she could do it for him, and did. One thing led to another and pretty soon she was aiming his prick so that his jism splashed on her face and tits. Then she got closer, with her mouth open, and whacked him off right into her parted lips and, since she was drinking his cum anyhow, it was only small step to actually taking his cock into her mouth and replacing the hand-job with a blow job. Soon enough, the two began fucking with regularity.
After Rena started dating and screwing other guys, she was distraught to discover that no other peckers came even close to Peter's in magnitude nor abundance of jism. Although she fucked every man she met and enthusiastically took part in numerous gangbangs, she was never quite satisfied and always hurried home to get some brotherly dong in the end. This arrangement had been most satisfactory. Therefore, Rena was not about to give up Peter's superb prick for the sake of marriage.
So she was a fortunate girl to meet such an understanding man as Hal.
And Hal was lucky, too, to have bedtime help from Peter, for no single man could have satisfied Rena. Had she not had incest to keep her happy, she would no doubt have started to run around with other men, cheating on him.
Peter's big prick kept Rena satisfied and Hal was deeply grateful to his brother-in-law for being instrumental in making sure that his wife did not cuckold him.
But once in a while they enjoyed company.
And all three were intrigued by sexy Belinda . . .
* * *
"I wonder if they're married?" Hal speculated, after John and Belinda left the restaurant.
"Can't be," Peter said.
"Why not?"
"The guy had a big hard-on under the table. Guys don't get hard-ons with their wives . . . not in restaurants, at least."
"I got one," Hal said.
"Yeah, but that's different . . . you got a bone on from looking at the blonde, not your wife."
"That's true," Hal agreed.
"Maybe he's her brother," Rena suggested.
"Could be," Peter said. "Brothers often get hard-ons when they're with their sisters."
Rena glanced down and, sure enough, her brother had a big bulge in the front of his pants.
Of course, he had been eyeing the blonde, too. Rena felt a twinge of jealousy. But then she grinned, thinking that she had no call to be jealous, because she had been looking at that delectable young blonde as well, and although not equipped to get an erection, she was experiencing the distaff counterpart of that arousal.
Rena's pussy was creaming.
"Maybe we can meet them tomorrow," she said.
"Yeah! I'd sure like to screw her," Hal said.
"I wouldn't mind balling her boyfriend, either," said Rena. "Or her, for that matter."
She ran her tongue across her sensual lower lip and winked at her husband. She knew that Hal got very excited when he thought about her making love to other women and, in fact, she did enjoy a nice snack of hot pussy from time to time.
But at the moment she was standing between the two men and they both had big hard-ons and Rena was thinking that maybe they had better go to their room for a little while before they sat down to dinner.
She reached down and squeezed Hal's dick, then moved her hand across and gave Peter's prick a rub.
She made a little purring noise deep in her throat, a rumble of desire.
"They've gone up to their room to screw," she said. "They're probably fucking right now . . ."
Peter and Hal grinned, both visualizing the gorgeous blonde girl thrashing wildly about as her boyfriend shoveled the cock to her pussy.
"But we aren't," Rena added, curling her heavy lower lip down in a pout.
She glanced at the bartender to make sure that he was not watching her. Normally she didn't give a damn who watched her do anything but she didn't want to risk getting evicted from the inn, which was the only place to fuck for miles around and which, furthermore, housed that succulent blonde girl. Then, seeing that he was paying no attention to the group, she lowered both hands and cupped a cock and balls in each.
She gave a little shiver as she felt the big tackle expand and throb in either hand. Her fingers were sensitive to such things; a thrill darted up her forearms and began to spread out through her whole body. She felt charged with electricity, her flesh a good conductor, the voltage stepped up in the transformers of her nipples and her clitoris. She began to twist her hips from side to side and rub her thighs together. Her pussy squished between her legs.
"I'm not ready for dinner," she whispered.
"You probably need some exercise, to work up a hearty appetite," her husband suggested.
"Or an appetizer," her brother added.
"Oh! Let's go,' she squealed.
Both men lifted their glasses, as if offering them in toast to one another, across the woman. Then they drained them and put the empty glasses on the bar. Rena's glass was not empty, but she could not figure out how to raise it, for both of her hands were full.
But her cunt was empty.
And that took precedence.
CHAPTER FOUR
In a bedroom upstairs, John had rolled over onto his back and was sleeping heavily. Belinda was curled up at his side, gazing wistfully at his soft pecker and wishing that it would get big and hard. Even soft, it was an impressive tool. It looped down his thigh in a big bow and the sight of that tasty joystick was causing the blonde to experience pangs of hunger.
She stared hard at the soft club, as if she could will it to rise.
She glanced at John's face.
It would be very naughty to suck his dick while he was asleep, she thought.
But the very fact that it was such a naughty thing to do made the idea all the more thrilling. She was sorely tempted. She felt confident that she would be able to suck that delectable prick up to a lovely erection, whether John woke up or not. Although she had never sucked a dick, she wasn't at all worried about her lack of experience. She figured that cocksucking was the sort of thing that a girl knew how to do naturally, just like a baby knew how to suck on a nipple. And the size and shape of a pecker would be a good aid to a novice cocksucker, as well, for the big meaty wad was just the sort of object that would fit into an eager mouth like a peg into a hole. And if John slept right through it, climax and all-why, that only made it more exciting.
But she hesitated.
Suppose she started sucking on it and it refused to become hard? Suppose-horrible thought-that it got softer and smaller, cringing away from her lips?
She wasn't sure about the dynamics or the physics of a sleeping man's prick, how the pecker would react while its master had no control over it. She knew that it would be traumatic if her efforts proved a failure. She feared that, unsuccessful in her first-ever cock-gobbling venture, she might develop some sort of mental block against doing it, some psychological maidenhead that might hamper her cocksucking efforts in the future-perhaps even preclude such pleasure.
It was an awful risk to take, she figured. She would be jeopardizing her oral pleasures for the sake of her momentary greed, like a fat woman falling off her diet simply because there was a box of candy available.
But even as she had those doubts and reservations, the cock-hungry girl was slipping down the bed until her head was level with the sleeping man's crotch.
She rested her chin on his hip.
His cock was so close to her face then that her eyes crossed as she focused on the big, meaty coil.
She was trying to visualize what it would be like to slurp that tasty wad into her mouth. Would it be as good as she hoped? As wonderful as she imagined? Would she be disappointed? Or-would she find that it was even better than she'd dreamed it would be?
She licked her lips like a glutton approaching a heavily laden table.
She sucked, empty-mouthed, trying to imagine that her head was full of dick.
She still wasn't sure if she was going to do it or not, but she was sure drooling for it. She brought her hand up to her mouth and bunched her fingers together so that they formed a tube that was just about the same size as John's dong. Holding them to her lips, she licked at them for a moment and then, tilting her wrist, she began to push them into her mouth with a fucking motion, sucking greedily as she did so.
But her fingers were a poor substitute for a pecker, in her mouth just as, in the past, they had been in her pussy. The size was about right and the shape was not too far out of line, but fingers simply didn't have the same texture of a cock, not to mention the heat and the flavor.
Nor could her hand ejaculate.
Thinking of that, she grinned excitedly. She glanced up to make sure that John was still asleep, then lowered her hand to her crotch and pushed her four fingers up her creamy gash to the knuckles. She wound them around inside her cunt like a whisk, getting them nice and juicy.
She brought her hand back to her lips and began to finger fuck her mouth once more.
It was much better now that her fingers were coated with thick cunt juice and she slurped the rare nectar from her digits with greedy gulps.
She wondered if cum tasted like cunt juice.
Peering at his peckerhead, she saw that the cleft was parted and that some silvery spunk had bubbled out onto the knob. She reached out and gathered it onto her fingertips. There were only a few drops, just a trickle that had dripped out after his climax, but it was better than nothing and a starving girl could not afford to pass up a nibble, no matter how insignificant it was. She licked at her fingertips.
Ohhhh, she thought. It was yummy.
But the taste only served to increase her ravenous appetite.
If a drop of cum tasted so delicious second hand, what would it be like all hot and bubbling and thick when it poured right out of a pecker?
Trauma be damned!
Belinda simply had to suck some dick . . .
Since it was her first-ever blow job, Belinda was determined that she would get it right, experiencing all the nuances and variations possible, experimenting and dabbling with all the combinations. In that regard, she figured that it was probably better that John was asleep. She might have been embarrassed if he had been awake, a witness to her greed and to the joy she intended to take in the oral act. And, awake, inspired by the sight as well as the sensation, he might come too fast, as well. Belinda didn't want that. She was eager for jism, certainly, and looked forward to the wonderful moment when he blew his load into her mouth and throat, but she wanted to linger for a long time over the act before that creamy culmination ended it-savoring the meat course, as it were, before swallowing the juicy dessert. She intended to make a three-course meal out of the succulent sexual tackle.
Wanting everything, she didn't know where to begin.
But that didn't matter. His cock and balls were spread out like a buffet on the trellis table of his loins and thighs and she could pick and chose from among the delicacies as the spirit - and her taste buds - moved her.
She raised her head and looked down at that phallic smorgasbord with gleaming eyes, delaying now, teasing herself, prolonging the feast as she thrilled to the expectation. Her mouth was watering and her face had become a mask of animal lust.
She pushed her tongue out and touched the tip against his cockhead, then drew it back instantly, as if she had licked a hot stove. The tip of her tongue burned deliciously. She took another lap, longer and slower, and her taste buds tingled with the flavor of his fat peckerhead.
Pursing her lips, she kissed the tip lightly and lovingly and slipped her tongue along the parted cleft. His knob, soft but fat, had a velvet texture and a delicate flavor and aroma. When he had a hard-on, his cockhead was purple as a plum; soft, it was a beige hue.
Belinda sighed happily, greatly satisfied with her preliminary efforts. She gave the knob a series of fluttering kisses and was thrilled when she felt it stir and start to expand.
She raised her head and looked at his face again. He was still sound asleep. She looked down at his cock and saw that the knob had hardened slightly and that the bent loop of the shaft had started to straighten as it hardened.
Not touching him for the moment, she blew the warm stream of her breath over his cock and balls.
His balls inflated like a hairy balloon and his stalk rose up from a bow to a pole, standing straight up above his belly for an instant. The head swayed back and forth, as if uncertain whether to rise or fall. She blew on it again.
His dong snapped into the angle of a full erection, the knob quivering above his belly button and the veined underside of the stalk presented to her view.
The vein was fat and dark and starting to pulse with energy; the knob was glowing like an incandescent light bulb.
How silly I was to wonder if a sleeping guy could get a hard-on, thought the delighted girl.
Looming up so deliciously just under her face, his rampant pecker was causing her to drool heavily. Her tongue felt just like a clit, tingling for friction, and her lips were parted like cunt lips, glistening with saliva.
She decided to start at the bottom and work her way up, enjoying all the subtle variations in taste and texture from balls to crown, before proceeding with a proper blow job.
She lowered her face and began to lap at his bloated balls, running her tongue all over and under his spunk-filled sac and loving the way that his hard nuts jiggled around under the loose, wrinkled skin. His balls had a meaty flavor, quite distinct from the taste of his cockhead, but enjoyable in their own right. Figuring that she had all night and no reason to hurry up the stalk, the sexy blonde licked away on his balls for several minutes, lifting them in order to run her tongue underneath so that she had laved the whole swollen bag thoroughly.
Then she began to tongue his shaft.
She flattened her tongue to the stem and ran it all the way up with a long, fluid slurp. The subtle difference in taste and texture between balls and stalk delighted her.
She ran her tongue up to where his big knob flared out from the shaft, but went no higher for the moment, saving his cockhead for the main course.
After she had stroked the rod for awhile, she began to flick her tongue back and forth across it and traced up the ventral vein in a zigzag passage. Then she fitted her pursed lips to his stalk and ran them up and down as if she were slowly playing on a flute.
His cockhead was flaring out like the head of a hooded cobra by this time, and the beige shade had darkened into a glowing purple as blood rushed to the knob.
She rose up to observe the results of her licking and lipping and smiled happily when she saw how aroused his pecker had become. It was glistening with saliva from balls to knob and from the eye of the head a few drops of thick, preliminary jism had oozed, running sluggishly down the slope of the knob like little liquid pearls.
Belinda flicked her tongue across his peckerhead and gathered those precious nuggets up.
She gave a little gasp.
Her eyes widened and glowed as she let the cum dew run over her tongue, then let it slip down her throat. It slid down like vintage brandy, warming her belly.
Those initial drops that she had fetched to her face by hand had been succulent enough, but these later drops, hot and fresh, were absolutely delicious. The meager mouthful made her positively ravenous for more, wildly eager to milk his creamy load into her mouth.
The cock hungry, spunk-starved blonde forgot all about her intention of prolonging the act for a long time and her eagerness to swallow jism overwhelmed her.
She fitted her lips to the tip of his cock and let them slowly part around the purple slab, lowering her face as she took his dick inch by inch into her mouth. His cockhead slipped in and her lips closed in a snug collar around the stalk, just below the knob. She began to suck steadily, her cheeks drawing inwards, hollowing on both sides. The meaty mouthful expanded, stuffing her mouth with hard, hot cockmeat and, to her absolute joy, Belinda found that a faceful of dick was even better than she'd hoped it would be. She had never had anything nearly as delicious in her mouth and she sucked with gusto on the swollen slab.
A girl could get hooked on this, she thought.
And she was physically hooked, as well, stuck on his big prick like a fish on a rod.
As her lips pulled on his peckerhead, her tongue began to coil and writhe around the big lump, flashing back and forth and laving the mouthful.
She began to push her head down, feeding his stalk into her mouth. She wanted every inch of that tasty tool. Her lips worked down and his knob lodged in her throat, causing her to gag for a moment. Then her throat yielded and she fed his cockhead right down into her gullet. Her lips went down all the way, until his whole big dong was buried in her mouth and her lips were brushing against his pubic thicket, her chin pressed to his swollen balls.
She held steady there for a moment, then slowly pulled back up, slurping through every precious inch. She bobbed up until only his knob remained in her mouth, sucked on it, then ducked down once more.
Falling into the steady rhythm that she knew would bring him off with the utmost efficiency, she bobbed her head up and down like a hungry woodpecker.
"Unghhh!" she gasped, as his knob filled her gullet.
A trickle of slippery slime ran onto her tongue and, knowing it heralded an oncoming geyser, the girl began to bob her lovely face up and down at a quicker tempo, her golden hair cascading over her cheeks and drifting across his bloated balls as she went all the way down to the root of his thundering joy stick. The blonde strands spread out in a web over his loins, as if his cock had been caught in a net.
She felt his pecker expand mightily.
Suddenly, her mouth was filled with hot cum.
It took her by surprise.
Her eyes opened wide and she gasped. Although she had jerked him off enough so that she should have realized how abundant his cum was, she hadn't realized that it would fill her mouth full to the brim with the first spurt.
She gulped it down furiously to make room for more.
He blew a second great geyser into her face, whitewashing her tonsils.
He was shooting spurt after spurt into her eager mouth, the thick jets hosing her cheeks, skimming over her tongue, dripping like ivory stalactites from the roof of her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but some of the creamy stuff overflowed her lips and ran down her chin and down his stalk where, ducking down, she slurped it right back up again.
Never faltering in the tempo, although her head was buffeted by his mighty torrent, the girl continued to run her lips up and down his cock until she had milked him to the very dregs, emptying his cock and balls and relishing every tasty drop.
She carried on sucking even after his cock had stopped spurting and started to shrink in her mouth. Then she used her tongue to collect a few stray drops that had escaped her lips and run down onto his balls and gave his peckerhead a final loving slurp just in case a nugget or two of jism might still be lurking within the fat slab. Rising up, she licked her lips clean of the glistening joy juice.
John was still asleep-and smiling in his slumber. .
He thought that he had had a wet dream.
Belinda curled up beside him and went to sleep, her cunt satisfied and her belly full of cum. She knew that she needed her sleep so that she would have plenty of energy for the next day's fucking and sucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
When they left the restaurant it was just like a Hollywood film of two gangsters taking a hostage. Rena was walking ahead of the two men and their dicks stuck out like guns hidden in their pockets. Her lithe hips swiveled and her ass worked like a pendulum. As the two men gazed at those hot loins into which they would soon be burying their meat, their cocks got so big that they no longer looked like the handguns of hoodlums, but rather, like the rifles of soldiers.
Hal figured he was a very lucky man to have such an oversexed wife.
Peter knew he was lucky to have such a sister.
And Rena was profoundly grateful to the fate that had placed her in such an enviable position. And yet, so comprehensive was her passion, that she sometimes wistfully wished that she had had two brothers, or was a bigamist or polygamist so that there was even more cock available at all times. She had even contemplated having a son so that, when he reached puberty, she could educate him in the ways of sex. But she didn't want to wait that long, changing diapers and all that shit, while the lad passed from babyhood to manhood.
She had considered adopting a child, some lusty lad of sixteen or so, but hadn't liked to make the suggestion to her husband, who might guess her intentions. It was natural, after all, to invite her blood brother to live with them, but there was something a bit calculating in adopting a youth for other than maternal reasons. She had even wondered if her father might like to visit once in awhile. But at the moment, she was stuck with-and on-only two cocks and figured she would make the most of the situation. It was frustrating in a way, because Rena had a mind that was orderly and logical and liked symmetry. Having three holes suitable for pecker, it seemed to her that it would be neater and more nicely designed if she also had three pricks for those holes, so that there was no waste and no neglect. Sometimes the oversexed girl dreamed of being a Swiss cheese, with cunts all over her.
Now she glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at the two men walking behind her with cocks like rifles sticking out in their pants. She giggled. They were like a firing squad, she thought, ready to squirt the hot lead of their loins into her targets ... or hangmen, ready, to hang her up on the gallows of their dicks . . . and she was condemned to this carnal execution, ready for the electric currents of the hot seat, eager to drink the hemlock from their meaty flasks. Then, executed, she would rise again, like a phoenix from the ashes, soaring with renewed energy back to the heat of desire.
* * *
Their room was down the hallway from the room in which Belinda and John were staying.
Passing that door, Rena paused.
Her eyebrows went up and she held her forefinger to her lips and winked at her husband and brother. Her ears were attuned to the soft sounds of sex and she had heard Belinda slurping merrily away on sleeping John's dong. There could be no other explanation for those sounds-they were unique to passionate cocksucking, and Rena quivered with a vicarious thrill.
She knelt down and pressed her eye to the keyhole.
Her view was from the foot of the bed so that she saw John's big pecker from the bottom, the meaty stalk rising from swollen balls, ventral vein pulsating. She couldn't see his cockhead because it was buried in Belinda's face. She watched, intrigued, as the blonde girl's head went up and down and the fat stalk vanished and then appeared as she fed it in and out of her mouth. The girl's lips were dragging up it, almost turning inside out as she sucked avidly. She was drooling down the stick. As her lips reached the head, saliva trickled down, causing the thick rod to glisten. Then she went down again, taking every inch of that massive tool into her mouth.
Rena could see that John was asleep.
She was delighted to discover that the blonde was lusty enough to suck a sleeping man's cock-that she gave head because she wanted to and not just to please the man.
This was a girl after Rena's own heart.
It boded well for tomorrow . . .
Rena motioned her companions to kneel beside her. They sank down on either side. She leaned back and Hal placed his eye to the keyhole. Then Peter had a look, grinning delightedly when he realized what he was watching.
Rena was eager to see the culmination. She moved her excited face to the keyhole again, staring with fascination. Seeing how swollen his balls were, she knew that it would not be long before the pretty blonde was drinking jism and Rena felt envious of that tasty treat, as well as eager to observe it.
Hal and Peter would have liked to watch, as well, but there was only room for one eye at the keyhole and they grinned ruefully and surrendered the place to their wife-sister. They began to feel her up, caressing her tits and stroking her ass and thighs and taking turns cupping her bubbling crotch. She rippled and wriggled between them. She had been fiery hot to begin with and now, inspired by her voyeurism, she was starting to glow. As the two men leaned in from either side to fondle her body, they might as well have been warming their hands at a roaring fireplace. Their faces glistened with sweat as if the heat of her aroused body were washing over them.
Suddenly, Rena stiffened and gave a little stifled gasp of pure passion.
John was coming in Belinda's mouth.
Her blonde head rocked back on the creamy jet that was hosing her throat, then went eagerly back down his stalk as she gulped the joy juice down. Rena trembled with a sympathetic vibration and her sensual mouth worked just as if she were drinking that thick load herself.
She watched while Belinda milked his cock and balls to the dregs and then tongued up the overflow.
When Rena moved back from the door and stood up, her knees were shaky. She almost fell. Hal supported her by the ass and Peter pushed his hand into her crotch like a platform so that she was braced between them.
Rena smiled in a dazed fashion.
"Tomorrow ..." she said.
One way or the other, the oversexed woman was determined to have John and Belinda join her sex group.
But she was not about to wait for tomorrow before she got her rocks off, and she put her arms around her two companions and nodded twice, as if to acknowledge both of them.
Arm in arm, they moved down to their bedroom . . .
* * *
Hal and Peter were chivalrous fellows.
They always allowed Rena to play the architect in designing their intricate couplings, the choreographer in arranging the patterns of their carnal dance. She was often most inventive and they frequently found themselves in confused cluster fucks and incredible contortions. Often it was impossible to tell whose arm or leg was whose, which did not matter- both men were very careful to correctly identify assholes and mouths, however, to avoid embarrassment. ' But now Rena was so hot that she wanted to couple with simplicity and efficiency. Foreplay was not needed and would be a mistake, for she knew that she would come at the slightest touch now, and thought it would be tragic to orgasm before she was stuffed full of pecker.
She knelt and beckoned them to her side.
Still fully clothed, she opened their flies and drew their booming cocks out. Turning her lust-contorted face from side to side, she tongued each pecker in turn, laying her hot tongue underneath their cockheads and switching it back and forth while she kissed the tips.
Hal and Peter took their jackets and shirts off as they stood there, hips pushed out.
Rena tugged their trousers down and they stepped out of them, moving awkwardly as they did so, because it was no simple matter to remove feet from trousers without removing dicks from her mouth. But they managed.
Then Rena stood up and quickly took her own clothing off. Her crotch was a forest of dark, curly hair-the pubic thicket extending out towards her hipbones and a slim line of curls running up to her belly button. Her open cunt ran through the dark mass like a pink river through a jungle-a river that had started to flood. Her clit stood out, throbbing. Her pussy was so prominent that it looked too large for her slender hips.
That enormous quim was well matched by her brother's gigantic dong. Peter had a prick that stood up like a massive tool that could be used to pry open doors or break into vaults.
Hal's cock was shapely and larger than the average, but it seemed minuscule in comparison to Peter's prick. Hal never felt ashamed of this, however, for he realized that Peter had a prong that was matchless. He even felt sorry for his brother-in-law, realizing that plenty of cunts could not contain such a load of meat. Therefore, Peter's supply of women was limited to those who, like Rena, had cunts that would have easily encompassed telephone poles.
All three naked now, the two men looked at Rena, awaiting her instructions.
She motioned Peter to the bed.
Rena knelt over him, straddling his thighs. She fitted his big cockhead into her juicy slot and moved it around a few times through the creamy opening, settling herself comfortably on the towering pole.
Then she paused, with only the tip of his pecker stuck up her twat, and looked at her husband. This position was not unknown to him, and Hal moved into place, kneeling behind his wife's upthrust ass.
He placed his hands on her ass and spread the cheeks apart, opening the nether cleavage and revealing the tight bud of her asshole.
He fitted his peckerhead against that brown eye and began to push against it. Her shitter resisted for a second, then fluttered open and his knob slipped in. Like her pussy, her asshole was built to contain bulk. Hal had no difficulty as he slowly worked his big prick into her bowels.
Her asshole accommodated itself to his dimensions, pulling on his cock as if digesting him in an inverted fashion.
Hal slowly ran the full length of his cock into her asshole until it was buried to the roots and his swollen balls hung into her crotch.
He held steady then, buried but static.
Rena squirmed around on his prong for a moment, a happy smile on her lips. She was still perched atop Peter's cock, only the tip inside her pussy. Now that her asshole was full, she started to go down slowly on the massive rod. Her cunt spread and lowered; she took him inch by inch into her loins, slowly but steadily, until that huge dork was all the way up her hole and her cunt lips were snapped tight at the hilt.
Stuffed up both channels now, Rena was in ecstasy.
Neither man moved yet, waiting for her, and she wriggled about just a little bit, adoring the sensation of being cocked in both holes-cocked stem and stern, chock-a-block full of hard, hot cockmeat. She threw her head back and twisted her face from side to side, her lips working. She wished there was a third cock available so that she could fill her face as well, but she realized that she was being greedy in that desire and that she was lots luckier than the average wife or sister who had to settle for one dork at a time.
Then she began to hump.
She pushed her ass back on Hal's dick, then ran her twat down on Peter's pecker.
Both men took their clue from the woman. They began to fuck and bugger into her, timing their strokes to hers as she rocked back and forth.
They were coupled together like some organic machine, grinding away, big pistons pumping up lubricated sockets; linked like a carnal erector set with gears and beams all turning by the same impulse, the force of desire.
As the men pushed into her, they could feel each other's swollen cocks slide up and down against their own, separated only by the slender membrane between her holes. As Hal thrust in, Peter drew out and vice versa, so that the friction of Rena's asshole and cunt as increased by the sliding contact of their cocks, passing like opposing trains whipping through a tunnel. And this added to Rena's joy, as well, as she rocked to and fro and alternately stuffed her pussy and her bowels with big, smoking peckermeat.
Her cunt muscles closed around Peter's gigantic stalk, ripping in rings from stem to knob and her asshole clutched and pulled on Hal's reamer, as if her loins were so starved for spunk that she was sucking it from them like a parched desert sucking down moisture.
Peter humped up from the bed, driving his big rocket up as her crotch dropped onto it. Hal corkscrewed his ass and whacked his dong up her bottom with equal gusto.
Rena began to come almost at once.
Long, rippling waves of sensation ran across her belly and darted up her tensing thighs, coming together in a crashing crescendo in her crotch. Her clit was smoldering like a fuse, sparking like a percussion cap, detonating in a series of thrills. The waves came faster and closer together. They merged into one prolonged thrill. She moaned and wailed and whimpered and her cunt went off like a string of dynamite sticks fused in rapid sequence.
She pounded her cunt down on Peter's cock furiously, as if she were attacking him in a blind passion. Her supple ass whipped up and down and, as it slammed back, she ran her asshole all the way over Hal's dick and her buttocks whacked against his thrusting belly.
Hal was gripping her by the hips, hauling on her pelvis, and Peter reached up to grasp her big tits and stiff nipples in both hands, pulling and massaging.
Coming herself, the depraved woman wanted them to cum.
She pumped even faster and harder as she sought to bring the two lusty men to the crest.
Their bloated balls were rubbing together in her creamy crotch and their stalks sped back and forth as they passed within her loins. Linked together via the coupling of her body, they soared toward the heights at the same time, as if they shared the same thrill as well as the same body.
Rena's orgasm had peaked. It ebbed for a second, then began to rise again, prolonged and sustained. She felt as if her whole body was turning to cunt juice, as if she was melting from head to toe, her blood and her bones all bubbling out of her heated crotch.
Peter's muscular belly was awash with cunt juice as it poured from her pussy and ran down his fat prong, soaking his balls and thighs. As he pushed the plunger in, pussy cream sprayed out, hosing Hal as well.
"Come!" she wailed, desperately.
She was so tremendously hot that she felt she would burst into flames. Her cunt juice was combustible. She needed the soothing foam of their cum to quell her inferno.
She was peaking for the third time, her whole body numb now and her mind clouded-only her cunt seething with vitality as it melted and creamed.
Peter thrust up savagely, groaning.
At the same time, Hal shoveled his dong up her asshole with a furious energy.
Both men, buried to the hilt in the respective holes, came at the same instant.
Peter's jism came out in a rising geyser from his upright cock, a tornado of spunk that twisted in a funnel as it rose into her womb, lashing her cunt walls and rocking her pelvis on the tremendous force.
Hal poured his cum into her bowels in a creamy cloud, hosing her down with spurt after spurt.
Wailing and crying out loud with bliss as she felt her body fill up with cum, Rena surged frantically on their dicks, pulling and milking as she dragged every precious drop of the wonderful stuff from their cocks and balls, draining their balls to the dregs and fairly sucking cum up the stalks and out from the swollen cockheads.
Her cunt and asshole were like sponges, soaking up the sweet spunk and sucking for more.
Driving up from the bed, Peter poured four heavy doses of cream into her twat and, grinding into her bucking ass, Hal fed her three creamy bursts.
Peter sank back into the soft mattress, his eyes fluttering, his whole body going limp while Hal collapsed over her ass.
Rena continued to squirm and writhe between them, working off the final sparks of her own cum and making sure that she had milked every single drop of Jism from both of their pricks. She had wanted them to come. Now she was sorry that they had for, insatiable girl that she was, she would have liked more of the wonderful double dicking. But although her brother and her husband were both potent men, they were spent for the moment. Even as she rocked back and forth, bedding brotherly love up her snatch and taking marital bliss up her asshole, their cocks had begun to diminish.
Peter's enormous rod softened in her twat. Even soft, it was huge, stuffing her lovebox with flaccid meat, but she could not work up proper friction on a limp dick, no matter how large it might be.
Hal's pecker retracted and the knob popped out of her taut, clinging asshole, quivered horizontally for a moment, and then drooped down between his thighs.
A heavy stream of jism poured from her vacated shitter and ran down into her crotch, where it blended with the quick-silvery mixture of cum and cunt juice that was already flooding out from her pussy.
Hal flopped down on the bed, as if he'd lost his balance and fallen off her upthrust ass like a drunkard off a bar stool. Rena looked down at the prostrate fellow and sighed when she saw that his prick was drawing back into his crotch, defensively, as if in mortal terror of further demands.
She reached down into her swampy crotch and cupped her brother's balls, squeezing experimentally, but his balls had collapsed like a punctured balloon.
Rena sighed again. She moved her pussy up and down on his soft rod a few more times.
But that was more from habit than hope-it was obvious that both her lovers were finished for the time being and that no coaxing would serve to bring either dong back to life until they had recovered. She dismounted from her brother's dick.
The huge wad stirred, shuddered and flopped up onto his belly in a fat but slack lump.
Rena was an optimistic girl and, after all, she had just had a machine-gun orgasm and could not with any justice feel deprived of prick.
She lay down between the two exhausted men, turning so that she faced her husband and her brother was curled up like a spoon against her arched back and outthrust ass.
Both men were asleep already.
Rena shifted around on the slippery sheets. She smiled as she planned how they would spend the next day, and thought about that sexy blonde she had seen framed in the keyhole, giving head to her slumbering lover.
CHAPTER SIX
Belinda had gone to sleep with a belly full of jism and a head full of happy expectations for the next day. Now that she had lost her virginity, somewhat belatedly in this permissive age, she was determined to make up for lost time by getting plenty of dick in the days ahead. She slept soundly, but in the morning, as she began to awaken, vague and erotic dreams stirred through her mind. She was dreaming of a fountain-a phallic fount spurting spunk from the nozzle.
Half awake, she realized that she was dreaming. Thinking to carry the contents of her dream with her into waking reality, she reached out for John, her hand gliding along at just the right level to make contact with his prick.
But there was no prick there.
Frowning, keeping her eyes closed as she sought to retain the mood of her dream, she groped about.
Not only was the bed prickless, but there was no John beside her, either.
Her dream was blown away and she opened her eyes and sat up. She could hear the shower running in the adjacent bathroom and sighed, realizing that the sound of spraying water had been the inspiration for her dream of spurting fountains.
She began to rub and pet her pussy, to get it nice and juicy while she waited for John to come back to bed.
He seems to be taking a long time, she thought, with a twinge of impatience. Cleanliness was all well and good, but you could have too much of a good thing and it was annoying to lose fucking time in favor of hygiene.
She ran her fingertips over her tingling love nugget and traced along her parted cunt lips, not trying to bring herself off-for she hoped she would never again have to resort to self stimulation to the point of satiation-but merely getting her pussy ready for cock.
The shower stopped running.
She drew her hand away from her crotch, spread her legs open and waited. But he still did not appear. She frowned, hoping that John had not spent his energy the night before; thinking it would be ironic if, by blowing him as he slept, she might have expended his lust.
Then he came out from the bathroom.
To her abject disappointment, he was fully dressed.
"Awake?" he said.
She squirmed about, hoping that he would notice the creamy condition of her cunt.
"Good. I want to get an early start for the cabin."
Belinda's lip turned down in a pout.
But then he said, "I'm anxious to get you off all alone in the wilderness, baby ..."
And Belinda smiled, realizing that her frustration was only temporary and figuring that she would enjoy fucking all the more for having had to wait awhile for satisfaction.
She got up and dressed in slacks and sweater. Her nipples were stiff against the sweater and the moment she pulled the slacks over her loins, the crotch got damp.
It was going to be fun in the cabin, she thought.
It was a glorious day.
Bright sunlight struck off the white snow and filtered down through the pine trees, dappling the trail. An early mist lay smoky in the hollows and the air was brisk and clean. Belinda and John left the inn and began trekking up the mountain trail. He had a knapsack on his back, stuffed with lunch and a couple bottles of wine. They had snow shoes but did not need them yet. Belinda hoped they would not prove necessary, for she had better things to do with her leg muscles than clomp along in an ungainly fashion on the big webbed footwear. It would be a shame if her thighs were too fatigued to clamp around John's driving haunches or her hips too tired to grind with him.
The trail wound up between elevated banks, overhung with pine boughs heavy with snow. The moment a turning hid the inn from sight, Belinda felt the great solitude of the mountains, the absolute isolation. It was as if they were the last two people on earth, she thought. She might even have experienced the call of the wilds-except that she was already thrilling to the call of impending cock and impatient to reach the cabin.
But that feeling of isolation was deceptive.
On the steep slope of the foothills just to the west of the trail, three figures moved through the snow. All three wore ski masks against the chill so that it was hard to tell what they looked like, but it was obvious that one was a woman because her big tits and heart-shaped ass were not hidden in her heavy clothing. The woman led; the two men followed.
They were Rena, Hal and Peter and they were following Belinda and John with specific intentions, stiff peckers and a juicy, steaming snatch.
Through the mouth holes of their masks, their breath hung like white clouds of jism before their faces and both men had hard-ons that steamed through their trousers. They were accustomed to morning sex but this morning, eager to fulfill her scheme, Rena had denied them so much as a taste of pussy. They were both horny as pole cats as they moved along the ridge, keeping the innocent trekkers in sight on the trail below, but remaining concealed behind a line of fir trees.
From time to time, Rena cupped her hands over her crotch to warm them at the glowing ember and occasionally one of the men would grasp his pecker like a ski pole as he stumbled along. All three were grinning with the joy of evil intentions . . .
* * *
An easy two-hour walk up the rising trail brought them to the cabin. John had the keys from the inn and opened the padlocked door. They went in. The cabin was built of heavy logs, primitive and rustic. There was a huge stone fireplace and a kitchen alcove with a butane stove. There was no electricity or running water and the toilet was a double outhouse at the back, but that was only a minor inconvenience.
The bed was big and comfortable.
And that was what mattered.
Belinda would have liked to jump right into the bed, but the cabin was chilly and John set about building a fire in the fireplace. There were logs cut to size in the lean-to woodshed at the side and he fetched some in. He laid the fire while Belinda waited for him to lay her. He seemed to be taking his time about it, she thought, impatiently. Still ... it would be better if the room was warm so that they wouldn't have to huddle under the blankets while they made love. That would be worth waiting for.
She lighted one of the kerosene lanterns and it spread a mellow, old fashioned illumination through the bucolic chamber. That gentle light, like the glowing fire, would add to the romance of the setting, she thought, although she was feeling more randy than romantic. Still, there would be plenty of time for romance later, after they had worked off the initial urgency and could begin some slow fucking.
The fire was burning well, which pleased John and made him proud of his abilities to make things hot.
"Oh, it's warm already," said Belinda.
She grinned at him.
"It's so warm I think I'll simply have to take some of these heavy clothes off ..."
"Why not take them all off?"
"Is it that warm?" she said, teasingly.
John cupped his hand over her cunt and looked as if he were reading a thermometer.
"Boiling," said John.
Belinda took all her clothes off.
* * *
The outhouse was set back a distance from the cabin, right up against the trees. There was an old, rusted grindstone out there, too, and as she looked at the grindstone, Rena thought of grinding lust and wheels of passion spinning through her loins. She imagined herself perched astride the grindstone while the big wheel rotated, skimming over her steaming pussy. She thought of sharpening dicks on the wheel, as well, but she didn't suppose that man would think that an erotic image at all.
The unholy trio were crouched in the trees beside the outhouse, watching the cabin.
Hal and Peter had hard-ons like cranks, churning the flywheels of desire.
"What are we waiting for?" Peter asked.
"Yeah. They won't know who we are with these masks on ... we can just bust right in on them now," Hal said.
But Rena shook her head. "Wait awhile," she said.
"For what? My dick's ready to explode."
Rena grinned behind her mask.
"Wait until they're separated," she said.
"How will they get separated?"
"One of them will have to use the outhouse sooner or later, right?" she said.
Rena had it all thought out . . .
* * *
Naked in the soft glow from the fire and the lamp, Belinda's pneumatic body was like pliable ivory. She lay on the bed, waiting, as John stripped off his clothing. When he removed his pants, his dick stuck out like a log. He was standing in front of the fireplace and his pecker was glowing just as if it were a part of that burning load of wood.
Belinda giggled.
She was thinking how she had sucked that adorable dick and swallowed his spunk and she giggled because he had been asleep and didn't know that she had given him a blow job. She was thrilling at being a secretive cocksucker. She thought that when John asked her to go down on him she would play it coy, teasing him and insisting that she would never do a depraved thing like that-that she would make him beg and cajole and feign great reluctance, even though her mouth would be watering for that succulent slab of pecker.
He advanced on the bed with his dong sticking out like a pointer showing him the way.
The purple tip was already bubbling with spunk. A silvery trickle ran down the knob; a drop fell sluggishly to the floor. Belinda could see that John was every bit as eager as she was and she knew that her first fucking was going to be fast and frantic. That suited her just fine. Once the fierce needs were satisfied they could commence a prolonged session of leisurely fucking and sucking that would, she hoped, last throughout the day and into the evening, rising time and again to the heights as gradually as these foothills rose up into the high peaks of the mountains.
He knelt between her knees.
She opened her thighs and drew one knee up, extending the other leg along the bed. She arched her slender back, pushing her crotch up and lifting her ass from the bed, bowing backwards as she invited his thrust.
John guided his peckerhead into her frothy quim.
His movements were slow and deliberate, but his need was evident in the way that his whole body had begun to quiver and vibrate. He held his body rigid, with his cockhead inside her slot and his fat stalk standing out between them.
Her cunt lips parted around his knob and began to flutter over the swollen slab, as if kissing it.
She wished that he would hurry up and ram that long hunk home and yet, at the same time, she was savoring the thrill of expectation as he lingered at the entrance.
John's eyes burned into her as he stared down from his mounted, but not yet joined, position. A half smile turned his lips up at the corners but his eyes were not smiling, for they were too hot with excitement.
Belinda began to wriggle.
Her belly moved slowly and sinuously, going up and down with a humping movement and then looping from side to side in a rotation that worked her frothy pussy around on his cockhead like a slippery nut over a tight bolt. Had his cock been threaded to her groove, she would have screwed her cunt right onto his prick as he held braced above her.
Cunt juice was soaking his cockhead and trickling down her crotch into the crack of her taut, upthrust ass and streaming in heavy ribbons down his stalk from knob to balls.
Her thighs clamped over his flanks-clutching, pulling and demanding-drawing him in. They relaxed, then tightened again, like soft, velvet hooks dragging at his haunches, snares that were pulling his cock into her honey-baited trap.
His hands moved over her hips and slipped up. He stroked her tits and pulled at her taut nipples. He began to tremble violently. His ass jerked and his hips turned from side to side.
Then he plowed into her.
"Ahhh!" she cried, as she felt that thick lump of cockmeat fill her cunt to the brim.
And then, as if in reaction to the long, slow build up, John began fucking furiously. His ass whipped in and out in a blur and his hips corkscrewed wildly. He was driving the meat to her so fast and so recklessly that his cock almost slipped out on the backstroke. But not quite. He was not going to lose that hot, slippery friction for even a moment. His hands moved down and cupped her ass, lifting her up so that her crotch was angled to his strokes. He poured the prick to her with savage abandon.
His vigor took Belinda by surprise for an instant. Then she began to pump against him with an equal ferocity, her pelvis darting, her ass rippling, her crotch collaring his prick to the hilt and sucking along the burning length of the rod gluttonously, desperate to pull his cum from the pounding prick and slake the hunger of her cunt with that creamy feast.
They were both ready to come.
Belinda had started to come, in fact, the moment that John pushed his cock into her cunt, the waves of climax running across her belly and up her thighs in increasing intensity. She was moaning softly. Each time another wave of lust coursed through her, she moaned again.
John had begun to pant heavily.
His balls expanded with readiness and his big prick swelled up, stuffing her even fuller with cockmeat as he prepared to fill that eager hole with cum.
She slammed her twat up and shuddered as her orgasm reached the peak, hovered there for an instant and then crashed over, tumbling in the mad descent of release.
When he felt her pussy tighten on his cock, John drove in frantically and his balls burst. The heavy dose of cock cream sped up his shaft and burst from his cockhead in a creamy geyser that filled her cunt to the brim.
He banged away, pouring cum into her time and again, and each time he shot another wad into her pussy, Belinda melted with another surge of cunt juice, her orgasm every bit as creamy and thick as his.
They slowed gradually, working down from the heights. His cock stopped spurting. It trickled a few more bubbling doses of jism out at a slower pace. Her cunt seeped sluggishly, still sparking with newly attained peaks, but softer now.
Finally, they were finished.
John pulled his cock out from her cunt. A deluge of cum and pussy cream flooded from her hole. His cock lurched, quivered-and came up hard again.
He was about to push it back into her twat.
But Belinda smiled apologetically.
"I'm afraid I have to go to the bathroom before we fuck again," she said.
John moved back.
He was willing to wait.
And out in the woods, three very horny people were tired of waiting . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rena had checked out the outhouse.
It was a double stall affair, two oblong cubicles with half-moons cut in the doors, set side by side so that they shared a wall between them.
And in that wall there was a big, round knothole . . . To a girl with a mind like Rena's, there could be but one use for such a hole, and that use was obvious. If John happened to come out first, she intended to lure his prick through that hole or, if that failed, reach right through and fetch it. And if Belinda came out first, the plan would be even simpler. She could be presented with hot, hard prick and it would be up to her to do what she would with it.
Hiding in the trees, they watched Belinda leave the cabin and stroll toward the outhouses. She had pulled her sweater and boots on, but she had not bothered to put on her pants, for her loins were so hot that they were like a radiant heater and needed no protection from the cold.
She was smiling happily as she followed the path, thinking that her hot cunt might melt the snow around her.
Rena's eyes gleamed.
"Get ready, Peter," she whispered.
"I am ready," he grunted.
Rena glanced sideways at her brother and, sure enough, he was ready. He had taken his prick out and that massive slab of meat was hard as a rivet and glowing with heat, the big, purple tip already frothy with preliminary spunk.
Belinda went into one of the cubicles.
Peter sneaked down to the other, holding his dick in his hand. He quietly entered the unoccupied box. Rena and Hal waited to see if the blonde would scream when she encountered this unknown cock.
But Belinda did not realize it was an alien prick that came pushing so invitingly through the knothole . . .
* * *
Belinda was sitting on the plank, eager to finish and return to John. When a cockhead appeared in the hole in the wall, it was only logical for the girl to assume that it belonged to John-that he was as eager as she was to resume their fucking and sucking and had followed her to the outhouse.
She giggled.
The big mound of cockhead almost filled the knothole as it pushed through, cleft parted and dripping.
Why, that's funny, thought Belinda. John's cock has got bigger now, even though he just came . . .
Funny-but wonderful.
John must have realized how eager she was to take a cock in her mouth, but that she was still a bit timid about it. Kind and thoughtful fellow that he was, he had planned it this way so that she could have a lovely mouthful of disembodied prick, doing with it as she would, while not having to be seen as she sucked.
The cockhead pushed through further.
There was a sharp rap on the wall.
Belinda grinned, thinking that John was drawing her attention to this tasty offering-as if a cock-starved girl could fail to notice such a thing!
She began to lick her lips in anticipation.
The huge tool pushed out yet farther. She was amazed at how huge his cockhead had become. It seemed impossible that such a slab of prick could have been inside her cunt, and now she wondered if she could even manage to get that monstrous knob all the way into her eager mouth.
But she was damn well going to try.
Belinda twisted around on the plank, facing the intruding cockhead. Her tongue came out. She saw that the tip of that purple knob was slippery with spunk and her mouth began to water. Her taste buds tingled.
Even if it wouldn't fit in her mouth, she could always lick him off with her tongue and et him shoot that lovely cream into her parted lips.
She wrapped her fist around the stalk.
Her fingers could barely span it and, at the first touch, it surged and fattened even further. So that the breadth of the lower stalk was wedged into the knothole like a tight-fitting peg into a socket.
She frigged him up and down.
The head flared and dripped more heavily. A drop of spunk fell from the knob and splatted on her knee.
Belinda did not want to waste spunk.
She ducked her head forward and touched her tongue against the creamy tip of his prick, lapping up the cleft. The slippery seepage was delicious and she began to tongue it up greedily, but the more she lapped up, the more that oozed out.
Licking a cockhead was wonderful, but she still wanted to take it into her mouth.
She parted her lips and fitted them to the tip, flutter kissing hungrily, then began to work her mouth down over the big purple slab, slowly pushing it in.
Her eyes went wide and she salivated heavily as that hot and delicious cockhead began to enter her face.
Why did it taste different than it had the night before? she wondered. Was it flavored with cunt juice now, or did a cock taste different when a man was awake than it did when he was sleeping? Not that she cared, for it was delicious and she was drooling for every inch.
She slipped her nimble tongue back and forth against the sensitive underside of the knob. Little by little, she took the head into her eager mouth. It was so big that her cheeks were stuffed out like pouches, but the cock-starved blonde was undaunted and determined. She bowed down and pushed the whole smoking cockhead into her mouth.
She began to suck softly and luxuriously.
The cockhead flared and steamed. Cum was trickling from the cleft and coating her caressing tongue with succulent and creamy stuff. The thick cum slipped around in her cheeks and trickled down her throat, making her even more hungry for the full load.
She bobbed her head up and down, pushing his cockhead back into her throat and taking a couple inches of the thick shaft into her mouth, knowing that it would be impossible to swallow the whole rod, but trying her damnedest, wanting every precious inch of that wondrously tasty prick and every last drop of the ball load that it contained.
Since she couldn't get it all into her mouth, there was a -length of stalk available to her hand and she began to jerk him off with his cockhead in her throat.
The man-she thought it was John, of course-had started to hump now, pushing his cock in and out through the tight-fitting knothole so that he was fucking through her fist and fucking in her mouth at the same time.
Belinda began to gurgle with pleasure.
A heavier spurt of cum poured onto her tongue and ran back into her gullet.
"Umphhh," she said, meaning to say, "Come . . . shoot that hot jism into my mouth . . . fill my mouth with thick cream ..." but unable to articulate such delicate phrases because her whole mouth was chock-a-block full of prick head and stalk.
Her hand went up and down on that thick stalk, milking him steadily as she sought to bring him off and satisfy her raging hunger with a heavy load of jism.
And she was fast achieving that aim, for his cockhead was flowing heavier and heavier and swelling up more and more as his pent-up climax approached.
She could hear him whimpering through the thin wall through which they were linked by cock and mouth and she was whimpering as well, wanting his jism every bit as much as he wanted to feed it to her. Then the massive cock exploded. His hot cum blasted into her throat, rocking her blonde head back on the creamy stream as he whitewashed her tonsils and hosed her throat.
Belinda swallowed it down ravenously.
But no sooner had she gulped down a mouthful than his mighty cock shot another dose into her. He seemed to be coming in a solid stream, pouring a slimy rope of jism into her face. It seemed that he would never stop coming-and that suited Belinda, who would have gladly spent hours drinking Jism. Finally, the cum stopped spurting. It flowed out in a gentle trickle for a few moments, then ceased. Belinda sucked and pulled on his prick joyfully, to make sure that she had gotten every available drop drained from his cock and balls.
She plucked the knob from her mouth and tongued up and down the stalk, gathering up the heavy drops that had eluded her lips and run down the stem. She laved all the way down to the knothole and back up the head. The cock began to soften slightly. Belinda gave it a last loving slurp and leaned back, gazing with adoration at the giant prick that had satisfied her hunger so abundantly.
He pulled back, retracting his prick, but the knob stuck fast in the knothole. It was like the action of a Chinese handcuff, she realized. Although the smooth slab had slipped through easy enough when it came forward, going backward the ledge behind the head caught on the knothole.
Belinda suddenly realized that her cunt was flooded and that cunt juice was soaking the plank on which she sat. While she had been sucking cock with such total concentration, she had not even thought about her pussy.
Now that she had finished her sucking slime gobbling, she became aware of her own needs.
She stood up and cunt juice ran down her naked thighs.
She was so eager for fucking now that she was afraid she couldn't wait to get back to the cabin. She might just cream en route, wasting her cum on the snow.
But why wait?
John was right there in the adjoining stall and his cock was still quite hard. Belinda thought it might be pleasant to get screwed in an outhouse.
She grinned impishly and opened the door; moved around to the other door and pulled it open.
She started to step in and then paused, one knee raised and her cunt burning away like an ember.
The man was belly up to the wall, still trying to drag his cock back through the knothole.
He turned and regarded her with a baleful eye.
And Belinda stared back at him and gave a little gasp of shock as she realized that this man-this huge-cocked fellow whose cum she had just swallowed with such pleasure-was not John at all, but a stranger.
She flushed bright red.
"Nice blow job, lady," he said.
He winked at her and at that moment his cockhead popped out of the hole and bobbled up and down.
The same cockhead she had just milked!
Filled with horror and shame, Belinda turned and ran back to the cabin, her bare ass flashing as white as a cottontail as she dashed through the snow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Peter came wobbling out of the outhouse, limp at the knees, breathing heavily, his enormous cock swinging before him. His sister and brother-in-law were eagerly awaiting news of the results of his knothole affair. They had seen Belinda dash off, of course, but they had also heard plenty of juicy sucking and cum gulping before her flight. They were impatient to know just how she had reacted so that they could plan their next encounter. He staggered up to where they were crouching, his face red. "Tell us!" Rena cried. "She blew me!"
"Yeah!" Hal said, happily anticipating getting some blonde head for himself in the near future.
But Rena, the gangleader, wanted details. "How did she blow you?" she inquired. Peter looked puzzled.
He said, "Well, you know . . . she tongued my cockhead for awhile, then she took it in her mouth and her head went up and down while she sucked and pretty soon I was hosing her tonsils with spunk. How else would she blow me?"
"Oh, for crissake ... I don't mean that." Rena looked exasperated. "I mean ... did she do it willingly or did you have to force her or coax her or ... " "Oh, she was willing, all right. But the thing is, when she saw me afterwards, she looked mad, or maybe scared. What I reckon happened, I reckon she thought I was her boyfriend. See, I was on the other side of the wall so that all she could see of me was my pecker, right? So she must have assumed that her boyfriend was sticking it through the wall and, that being the case, cocksucking was in order."
"Hummm ... if she mistook you for him, then he must have a lovely big prick like yours, Peter," Rena speculated, her pink tongue sliding back and forth across her lower lip and her eyes dreamy as she visualized a cock as vast and functional as her brother's monster tool.
Then, more practically, she asked: "Did she get a good look at you?"
"Only my cock."
"Right! Let's put our ski masks on now and wait and see what happens next . . . "
* * *
John, lying naked on the bed with his prick at half-mast, was looking bemused.
Belinda seemed to be telling him a fish story, the classic tale of the one that got away. She was standing at the foot of the bed, holding her hands out, palms facing each other so that she was demonstrating a distance of about a foot.
"Whooo! Start again," he said. Belinda was so flustered that she had been babbling.
She said, "And I thought it was you ... yours, you see . . . except I should have known it wasn't on account of it was at least four inches bigger but coming out from the wall and all it was hard to judge the size . . ."
John still assumed she was speaking about a fish that had escaped her net but he couldn't for the life of him see what that had to do with the present situation. If she had ever been fishing, it was certainly not now.
"Out from the wall? You mean it was mounted and stuffed as a trophy?"
Now it was Belinda's turn to look confused.
Doubtfully, she said, "Well, it was mounted all right, and it sure was stuffed . . . and I guess you could call a whang like that trophy sized . . . but you certainly are taking the news pretty calmly, I must say . . . don't you care if some horrid pervert sticks a big, stuffed dick in my mouth?"
"Whang?" he said, totally puzzled. "Dick?"
He had never heard of a fish called by either of those names. But he was no fisherman and he had heard how greatly fishermen tend to exaggerate. He just couldn't figure out why his girl had chosen this inopportune moment to commence ranting and raving about some adventure in her past.
She was staring at him, as if she expected him to do something-perhaps to lie about some monster fish of his own.
"Stuffed in your mouth? I don't get it. Was it stuffed or did you eat it?"
"Well, both, of course. It was stuffed in my mouth and when he shot his wad I swallowed it . . . but only because I thought it was you, darling ..."
John began to get a glimmer of the fact that something had happened to his girl friend just now.
"Honey, try to be calm and tell me-what in hell are you talking about?"
Belinda realized that she had not been very clear in her initial recital of recent events.
She took a deep breath and began again.
"Just now, while I was sitting in the outhouse, a huge cock came sliding through a knothole in the wall," she said. That was plain enough and John blinked and scowled. She went on, "Naturally, under the circumstances, I assumed it was you. So I licked it and took it in my mouth and sucked on it and pretty soon it shot a lovely . . . errr ... I mean, a loathsome . . . great load of jism down my throat. Well, that made me horny and I went to the next cubicle to get fucked . . . and that's when I discovered that it was a stranger who had taken advantage of me . . ."
John had blanched and was trembling as he realized what a devilish thing had been done here, what a fiendish and diabolical deception had filled his girl's mouth with spunk . . . but the thought, and the graphic way she had described it, had caused his prick to rise like a derrick.
"I'll thrash the swine!" he said.
He started to get up, pushing off his elbows.
His cock was standing up like a tremendous warclub with which he intended to beat the mouth-rapist to a pulp.
Belinda was eyeing that weapon.
"Wait a minute," she said.
She had been in a frenzy of creamy cunt and desire after she'd finished milking the monster dick. That urgent passion had been frozen when she realized it was a stranger on the other end of the cock . . . but it had not melted. Now, as she gazed at John's prick, which was the proper prick for her, she felt that seething need start to burn between her thighs once more.
She didn't think it would be seemly to let John know she had gotten horny over another man's cock and, thinking fast, she saw a clever solution.
"You can't go out like that," she said. "It looks like a club, sure enough, and would probably frighten the scoundrel, but if you hit him with it, you might hurt it."
"You have a point," John agreed.
She knelt on the bed.
"I'd better take care of it," she said.
"Good thinking, girl!"
"First, let me get the taste of that horrid man's cock and cum out of my mouth ..."
She bent down nimbly from the waist and slipped her sweet lips right over the crown of John's cock, paused for a moment, and then went down all the way on the fat, pulsating stalk, taking every inch into her mouth.
There is a lot to be said for a normal-sized prick, she thought. A girl could gobble the whole thing, unlike her frustrating efforts at taking all of the monster cock into her face. She was down to the hilt, with her chin snug against the bloated sac of his loaded balls.
She rose up slowly, slurping along every inch, then bobbed down again, drooling down his joystick.
John settled back to enjoy a blow job, his anger and his urge for revenge taking second place to his need to get his cock and balls emptied before he went storming out.
But Belinda had had her fill of cock at the top end for the moment and her pussy Was steaming.
She gave his cock several long, loving slurps, then pulled her lips away and moved up on the bed. She straddled him. John waited, not caring which hole he blew his wad in, as long as he blew it directly.
Mounting his hips, Belinda fitted her wet, open cunt over the head of his prick and wriggled down upon it. She sheathed him to the root and, holding the full penetration, began to churn her hips from side to side. She was so happy at being stuffed full of prick that she didn't want to lose that full feeling for an instant, not even long enough to fuck in the proper thrusting movement. Instead of humping, she rotated.
John moaned and his eyes rolled as he experienced a new sensation, rather like having his cock in a wringer. He made no attempt to fuck in and out but lay still and allowed the blonde to rotate her hot hole around his stalk.
Her plump, juicy tits were swinging back and forth above him as she turned her crotch from side to side. He reached up and cupped a boob in each hand.
She twisted faster. Her hot hole was clamped tight to his cock and, turning, massaged every inch from balls to cockhead like a velvet vise.
The thrill was equally great for Belinda, for she was twisting her enflamed clit around on the broad base of his prick with a grinding motion that was bringing her rapidly to the heights of sexual frenzy.
She was thinking about the massive prick that she had sucked off in the outhouse and the remembrance added to her thrill, although she was ashamed of it.
But she needn't have been.
John was thinking of exactly the same thing as he looked up at her lovely blonde head and her juicy lips and visualized what it must look like to watch those lips slide up and down on a huge peckerhead.
He wished that he had been there to watch her drink the man's cum-before, in justifiable outrage, he had proceeded to take his revenge, of course.
He began to squirm as his climax neared.
Belinda was churning furiously, grinding her cunt onto his cock in an absolute frenzy. Cunt cream poured out, soaking his bloated balls and pooling on his belly as the fire in her lovebox began to turn to juice.
"Come!" she wailed, wanting to feel his jism fill her as she filled with her own cream. At the same instant, John cried, "I'm coming .. . !"
His spunk shot up into the depths of her hole in a great volcanic eruption, geysers of milky cream rising from the head of his prick and splattering into her hot hole. She shuddered and every bit as much cunt juice was pouring out of her twat as the cum that was being hosed up it.
She stayed in position, holding his prick all the way up her pussy, as she milked him dry with those twisting rotations and worked off her own electric spasms to the dregs. Then, with his cock still stuck up her, she leaned down over him and held him close.
For the moment, they had both forgotten all about the head rapist that lurked without, as the contentment of their mutual coming filled them with satisfaction.
But then she kissed John lovingly on the lips.
He kissed her back. Her lips parted and he automatically pushed his tongue into her sweet mouth for a French kiss. She sucked on it and . . .
John blinked; then his eyes snapped wide open.
Her mouth was still coated with the slime of the rapist's orgasm.
John whipped his tongue out of her mouth.
She looked startled but then, noticing the look of disgust on his face, she realized what had happened-that the hot jism that was so tasty to a girl was not at all tasty to a man. It was nasty slime and John was indignant at having it presented to his taste buds.
He rolled Belinda off and jumped up, bent on revenge now more than ever.
He threw his clothing on in a fury and stormed out.
Just as Rena hoped he would do . . .
CHAPTER NINE
John saw the slight figure standing beside the grindstone, insolent and brazen. He wondered, first, why the man had not fled once he'd unloaded his wad in Belinda's deceived but talented mouth. And then he wondered how such a small fellow could have a cock the size that this one had. The way Belinda had described it, it would have been bigger than the guy's pelvis. John went down the path, his fists knotted.
The figure waited.
It was wearing a ski mask so he couldn't see the face, but as he got nearer it occurred to John that it was a girl. There was no doubt about it. The hips were womanly, the thighs shapely, the tits thrusting.
She stood with one hip thrust out, her fist on it, her thigh arched out in a provocative pose.
John was puzzled.
He slowed his advance as he considered.
How on earth could Belinda have mistaken this slender, nubile girl for a man with a big prick?
It didn't dawn on him that there might be more than one pervert lurking in the woods.
He had almost come to a halt now, not knowing what to do, and suddenly the girl reached down and opened the front of her coat. Her dark, hairy bush was thrust towards him. He gaped. She moved her hand slowly over her twat in an inviting, caressing movement.
John realized what must have happened.
This sexy creature had somehow gotten a look at him and wanted him so badly that she had planned a scheme whereby she could separate him from Belinda. She must have slipped Belinda a dildo-or maybe an axe-handle-through the knothole. Belinda was so innocent that she could not tell the difference.
A dildo loaded with whipped cream or yogurt or something would have fooled her into thinking she had sucked a flesh and blood and spunk prick. John was pleased that a woman would go to such devious extremes to have him-and also pleased to discover that it had not been jism that he had tasted in his girl's mouth.
He gaped at the inviting twat before him, then sneaked a quick look back at the cabin.
Belinda was not looking out!
A sly look came over John's face as he realized that he could have some pussy from this strange, masked girl, then return to Belinda and claim that he had pounded the hell out of her stranger and not even have to lie about it.
He moved towards her.
Rena dropped to her knees in the snow.
Although she was masked, it was obvious that her mouth was open, for the mouthhole of the ski mask was stretched into a wide oval. The thought of putting his dick into a masked face was intriguing.
John pulled his prick out.
"Ummm," she sighed, from within the mask.
He gave it a single push-pull and his cock snapped up to a booming erection. "Ooooh," she squealed.
John thrust his hips out and fed his prick into her mouth, right through the mask. She began to suck with skill. Her masked head went up and down and John stared down at her, watching in fascination, totally intrigued at getting head from a faceless woman. The mask did not hinder her at all. She was taking the full length of his hot cock in and out of her mouth, pulling and dragging and sucking skillfully. She gurgled merrily, the sounds muted on his meat. Her mouth was wet and hot and vibrant. She seemed to be inhaling his prick, pulling it in with clinging suction, using her cheeks as well as her tongue and lips so that she was massaging him in every possible way.
The head of his cock began to drip.
Cum slid onto her tongue and she sighed and swallowed and sucked for more.
He closed his eyes, ready to shoot.
Suddenly, her hot mouth was gone and his prick was steaming in the cold air.
He opened his eyes and saw that she had jumped to her feet and moved a few yards away. She was facing away from him. As he looked, scowling, she bent over and flipped the tail of her coat up, showing him her juicy ass and a backwards view of her dark-bushed, pink-slitted cunt.
John moved forward, ready to throw his cock up that creamy slot.
But just before he reached her, she moved away, looking back over her shoulder, taunting him.
So! She was a cockteaser as well as a pervert! She expected him to chase her twat through the pristine forest, did she? To stalk her quim as a quarry, to hunt her pussy down as if it were a wildcat?
Well, if that was what she expected . . .
She was damned right!
John's pecker was raging and he was not about to let this elusive cunt slip away from his weapon. He would catch her and pound so much prick into that hairy hole that she would cry for mercy.
He ran after her, awkwardly, having to loop his legs wide around his swollen balls and hold his dick in his hand to keep it balanced. It would have been easier to wait in ambush, but that was not possible. He had to pursue her.
She darted into the trees.
John followed, his cockhead spraying spunk back against his belly, determined to shoot this fleeing pussy with his creamy bullets until she wailed and screamed.
No sooner had John vanished into the woods than, from behind the shithouse, stepped Hal and Peter. Both were sporting fine hard-ons and grinning behind the ski masks that hid their depraved and lust-crazed faces.
"Rena sure lured him off with no trouble," said that woman's husband, not without pride in his wife's skills.
"What a sucker he must be," said Peter.
"Speaking of suckers ..."
"Yeah! That blonde gal can really suck!"
"Shall we, brother-in-law?"
And they moved off, side by side and cock by cock, toward the innocent blonde waiting in the cabin . . .
* * *
Rena led John a merry chase.
Her hot cunt was no hindrance as it burned between her legs, but his hard prick was definitely cumbersome and he moved like a weekend hunter through the forest-the sort of hunter that will shoot a cow and proudly tag it, thinking it a deer. But John was not about to tag a cow with his hot prick and he ran doggedly after the taunting figure as they moved deeper into the forest.
She ducked from tree to tree, often pausing to look back to make sure that he was still in pursuit. Sometimes she stopped long enough to wriggle her bare ass at him or turned to reveal her bushy cunt.
The distance between them lessened and John thought he was gaining on the wanton woodswoman, but then she increased her efforts and he fell back again.
He might have given up this chase, had she appeared to be in full flight, but she goaded him on by her taunting calculation and tantalizing glimpses of the prize to be won.
Then, at last, she ceased her flight. Stopping, she looked back with a playful expression. John cautiously approached her. Her attitude suddenly changed and she snarled and snapped at him with such ferocity that he gave a little, startled leap backward in surprise.
She wriggled her ass invitingly.
Puzzled, he started forward.
Again she snapped and snarled.
Was this some child of nature? John wondered; some female hermit or child raised by wolves?
But no! She wore civilized clothing; not buckskin or fur, and if her cunt was bare, her face was covered by the gaudy ski mask ... no true wild woman would wear a ski mask. And that mask, in a strange way, added a great deal to the erotic overtones of her demeanor. When she snarled, it seemed more fierce, coming from the bizarre mask. Only her eyes and mouth were visible, so that the dreadful and bestial expression she must be assuming was magnified by the imagination far more than it could be by the eyes. Obviously, John thought, she must be a kinky sort of girl, play acting at being a female animal in heat ... a flirtatious bitch. Well, two could play at that game, John figured. If she chose to alternate desire with reluctance, he would go after her the way a dog in heat was supposed to go.
He advanced again and when she snarled he paid it no mind. Her snarl changed to a rumble, then became a soft and gentle purring sound.
She dropped to her hands and knees, flipping her coat back so that her ass and thighs were bared. She lowered her masked head to the ground and hiked her ass up so that it was the highest point of her body. Then she began to wiggle it slowly around, like a rotating target.
John knelt behind her, his cock straining like an arrow from the bowstring as it sought to speed at her cunt and bury its head in the soft wound.
Her head turned. She looked back and up, but she was not snarling or warning him off now. She was whimpering and whipping her ass around so fast that cunt juice was spraying from her crotch. A creamy ribbon lathered John's peckerhead.
He growled, playing the role of the sex-crazed beast, and pounced upon her. His cock slammed into her cunt and ran up to the hilt in that hot, slippery, sucking channel.
This unknown, masked woman began to fuck furiously, her ass driving back and forth and her hips rolling wildly from side to side as she worked her frenzied, churning cunt around on his thundering prick.
John had to grab her by the tits to keep from being bucked off her ass by the fury of her humping. His hands mauled at her thrusting boobs, then slipped down to grip her by the hips. As soon as he had a secure handhold, he began to fuck into her with such energy that both of them were careening together.
Her cunt began to smolder like a stove; his prick was glowing like a fire iron. The snow was starting to melt in a circle around their heated fucking.
John had heard the woman hiss at him, had heard her snarl and whimper, but he had not heard her speak. Now she spoke, and the first words she said were fitting.
"Fuck me . . . fuck my cunt . . . give me your big cock up my hot cunt . . . harder . .. faster ..."
John could not fuck any harder or faster than he was doing, but her words encouraged him even more and his prick swelled up alarmingly, filling her hole more fully so that the fiery friction was intensified. He threw his head and shoulders back so that his body arched to hers, two curves meeting at the crotch. He was panting, and his breath hung in a white cloud in the cool air ... a white cloud that seemed to foreshadow the thicker white cloud hat he would soon be pouring into her blistering pussy.
Her words trailed off into incoherent babbling, gasps and moans and whimpers of unbridled passion, as soft and as fluid as the squishing sounds that her cunt lips made as they sucked on his rampaging prick.
When she came, her cunt churned like a whirlpool, dragging his cock into the abyss.
John howled like a wolf and poured his hot cum into her smoking cunt in load after load, spurting it out into the very depths of her belly.
They slowed, then started fucking hard again, pumping out a secondary dose of cum and cunt juice.
Then she lowered her head to the ground and he knew that she was smiling happily behind the mask. He smiled, as well.
"Oooh . . . what a lovely fuck," she murmured.
John beamed with pride. This was obviously a woman well acquainted with fucking, and a compliment from her was a compliment indeed.
He said, "I'm glad it was worth your trouble."
"Oh, it was no trouble, believe me ... " "Well, your efforts, then. Your scheme. You know what I mean . . . the way you fooled my girlfriend into thinking that she'd sucked off a cock ..."
The masked wild woman stiffened and began to quiver. John thought, for a moment, that she was sobbing with shame at what she had done. But then he realized that she was laughing.
"Well, it was clever," he said. "But it was hardly a laughing matter."
"Is that what you think?" she said and she giggled some more. Her whole body shook and, since his prick was still stuck up her cunt, his prick shook, as well.
It began to get hard again from the motion.
He took a tentative stroke into her gash.
She said, "It must have made you horny to think that your girlfriend had sucked off a guy in the outhouse, huh?"
"It sure as hell did."
"It is a lovely idea, isn't it?"
He grunted and pushed another cuntful up her creamy slot.
"I'll bet you'd like it, wouldn't you? Hummm? Would you like to push your big prick through that knothole while I knelt on the other side . . . with my mouth open?"
The thought caused his cock to start hammering and he threw a few fast strokes into her pussy.
"Let's!" she cried. "Let's go back to the shithouse and I'll suck you off through the knothole!"
It was an offer John couldn't refuse.
He hated to retract his prick from that hot hole but he wanted to save his next cum load for the outhouse. He pulled out with a wet slurp.
His cock steamed in the cool air. Hand in hand, they strolled back through the forest, both eager for a new experience. It wasn't the same experience. But how was John to know?
CHAPTER TEN
When the two men walked into the cabin. Belinda cried out in terror. She recognized one of them, although he was wearing a mask now, because he had his prick out and it was the sort of prick that a girl always remembers ... especially if it has recently creamed in her mouth.
She said, "Leave me alone, you horrid creatures! My boyfriend will be right back!" "Not if I know my wife," said one.
"... sister," echoed the other.
They stood just inside the door, pointing their pricks at her and stroking them up and down, getting them ready.
Belinda knew they were grinning behind those masks.
She knew that somehow they had disposed of John and she knew they were going to rape her and there was nothing she could do about it.
She threw herself onto the bed and buried her head in the pillow, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
"Heads or tails, Hal?" said Peter.
Peter was accustomed to deferring to Hal, since Hal had marital rights and he had only brotherly love when they went to bed with Rena.
"She gives real good head, huh?" "Great."
"I think I'll have some of that, then. For starters."
"Oh, no!" Belinda wailed, into the pillow.
Although she had a newly acquired, ravenous taste for cock and cum, she didn't want just any old cock and cum and she certainly did not want it forced upon her against her will. She was determined to keep her teeth clenched. If they chose to rape her, there was no way that she could keep her pussy snapped closed, but she surely could seal her lips.
The two masked men moved to the bed.
Hal knelt beside her and Peter knelt on the other side and took her by the shoulders. His grasp was surprisingly gentle, but he still forced her head up from the pillow.
Belinda found herself confronted by Hal's bulging, purple cockhead.
"I won't," she said, through her teeth.
Hal placed his hands on her cheeks, holding her face toward him, while Peter still held her shoulders in position. Hal pushed his cock out. Belinda turned her face slightly and the big, pulsating rod slid along her cheek.
He thrust a few times, running his heated meat along her cheek.
Well, she thought, he can rub himself off against my face, I can't prevent that, and he can slime in my face, too, but I will not let him put that nasty dick in my mouth.
But Hal was not about to settle for cheek.
He held her face tighter, so that she could not twist away, and pushed his peckerhead against her tightly sealed lips. She kept her teeth clenched.
"Come on," he rasped. "Suck it, baby ..."
"She won't open her mouth," he complained.
Peter reached around from the back and held one hand over Belinda's nose, so that she could not breathe through her nostrils. She held her breath as long as she could. Then she had to part her lips and suck in some air.
But she kept her teeth clenched.
Hal's prickhead pushed against her parted lips and bumped at the dental barrier.
The air that she was sucking in wafted across his heated meat and reached her lungs, reeking of pecker.
"Damn it," Hal snarled, frustrated, so close to that lovely mouth and yet fenced off by her choppers.
And Belinda, to her horror, began to feel frustrated, as well. His cockhead was sliding around in her lips and it was hot and tasty. A girl's natural inclination, when a cock is in that position, is to slurp it in.
But she was determined to retain what virtue she could and, despite her impulse and the fact that her mouth had started to water, she still refused him entrance.
A trickle of cum ran along her lower lip.
She strained it in through her teeth and let it slide around on her tongue.
"This ain't no use," said Hal, sadly.
"Well, I know for a fact that she loves to suck a dick," said Peter. "Maybe we ain't going about it in the right way. Maybe we should be nice to her."
He moved his hand down from her face.
She could breathe through her nose now, but she still kept her lips parted-by accident, to give her the benefit of the doubt. His knob, which was flowing with ivory cream, slid back and forth in her lips and she breathed cock-scented air in great gulps.
Peter moved his hand onto her crotch from behind and began to fondle her twat.
He was a skillful cunt rubber.
Tenderly and expertly, he traced along the cunt lips and across the taut clit. Then he began to gently push two fingers up her soaking hole.
Despite herself, Belinda began to whimper-through her teeth and down Hal's prick-and her hips started to shift around.
"She's getting nice, and hot," Peter announced.
He twisted his fingers inside her hole. Her cunt sucked on them as he push-pulled.
Then he slid down the bed, determined to help his brother-in-law by making this lovely blonde too hot to resist.
He ran his tongue up the crack of her ass with long, wet strokes, then pushed the tip into her tight asshole and stabbed in and out of the narrow opening.
Belinda had never been rimmed before. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she almost dropped her jaw.
Peter darted his tongue up her asshole for a few merry moments, then slid down and began to lick her cunt. His face was buried between her thighs from behind and his tongue slid out like a shelf, laying itself along her slot and then slowly slithering back through the creamy gash.
Oh! Belinda thought. The fiend! He knows that no girl can keep her mouth closed when she starts to come!
I won't come! I won't!
But even as she thought that, she knew that it would be impossible not to come, if that nimble tongue kept running along her fiery hole.
He gave her love bud a tongue lashing and then fitted his mouth to her slot and began to suck steadily.
Belinda started to pant.
It had been possible to breathe slowly through her teeth, but it was totally impossible to pant through her teeth.
Her mouth slowly opened.
Hal's cockhead was still pressed to her lips and, as her teeth parted, he wedged it in, inch by inch.
Well, I can't help it if he forces it in, thought the distraught blonde. But I won't suck on it. If he rapes me in the mouth, there's nothing I can do, but I won't help him . . .
She even pulled her tongue back out of the way, so determined was she not to add to his pleasure.
His whole cockhead was in her mouth now, but he wasn't fucking in and out. He held steady, waiting for her to react.
Peter gave her clit a long slurp.
The thrill darted through the girl, running up from her cunt, sparking in her nipples, passing into ... her tongue!
Before she knew what she was doing, Belinda had started to suck on Hal's cockhead with gusto. Her cheeks hollowed in and her lips pulled ravenously and her tongue slid back and forth against the fat, veined underside.
And once she'd started sucking, she couldn't stop. Eating prick was like eating salted peanuts, she realized . . . and it was not her fault.
She began to bob her head up and down, taking his stalk as well as his cockhead into her mouth. She fed the fat knob right back into her throat, pushing her lips down as far as she could on the stem.
Rapist prick was every bit as tasty as boyfriend prick, she realized. That was a fact of life and there was nothing she could do about it. She had tried her best to prevent him from entering her mouth but now that he was there she had no choice but to suck him off and drink his spunk. "Ahhh," Hal sighed.
"Ummmm ..." she murmured, despite herself.
Peter raised his face from her crotch. The edges of the mouth hole of his mask were soaked with cunt juice. He looked at Hal and Hal nodded.
"Ooooh, don't stop sucking ..." Belinda wailed.
She pulled her lips away from Hal's peckerhead in order to speak and he was afraid that he would have trouble getting it back in, but no sooner had she spoken than she slipped the tight lip collar back over his cockhead.
Belinda wanted Peter to keep eating her out for two very good reasons . . . because it was her justification for sucking Hal off and because, more simply, it felt so damned good.
But that sweet cum box had been so delicious that Peter had decided to fuck it.
He moved up and slammed his joint into her cunt from the back, wedging the massive hunk in to the hilt.
Belinda gurgled as her cunt was stuffed fuller than it had ever been before and, at the same moment, Hal drove his prick head down her gullet.
Stuffed at both ends, Belinda was in paradise.
She began to grind her ass against Peter's belly as he fucked furiously up her creamy hole.
Hal was fucking into her mouth now and she sucked and licked along every inch of the big cock as it ran from her lips to her throat and back again.
Her mouth was drooling and her pussy was creaming and she didn't know which felt better. And she wanted cum in her cunt and in her mouth with an equal passion.
And she got it.
Hal's cock went off first, jetting the slime into her mouth and throat in great loops and coils of milky delight and, as the sexy blonde swallowed the tasty stuff down, Peter blew his wad at the other end and she felt his titanic cum load explode into her cunt like a tidal wave.
She milked out every drop of jism from Hal's mouth reamer and swallowed it all, while her cunt sucked away and soaked up all of Peter's heavy cream.
Even after both rapists had stopped humping, Belinda continued to squirm and writhe between them, as her own climax outlasted theirs. She worked off the final spasms on Peter's huge cuntful while she inhaled Hal's drained dick right into her gullet.
After a long time, she stopped squirming.
Hal pulled his prong from her lips. It popped out, gleaming with saliva, with not a single speck of spunk left on knob or shaft, for she had swallowed it all.
It drooped, but stayed semi-hard.
Peter slipped his massive prick out of her cum-filled cunt and lay it along her creamy thigh.
Now that she had come and had a cuntful of jism and drunk her fill of the wonderful stuff, Belinda was ashamed at how easily she had allowed them to rape her.
Feeling ashamed, she acted angry.
"I hope you're satisfied," she said.
"For the moment," said Peter. As if demonstrating how short that moment would I be, his huge cock stirred sluggishly on her thigh.
"I was almost a virgin, too," she wailed. "You're depraved . . . you're beasts . . . fiends!"
"Yeah," said Hal, happily.
"And we ain't half finished with you yet, Blondie," Peter added, ominously. "We got plenty of lovely depraving to do before we've had enough."
Belinda could not conceive of how a girl could be forced to do anything more depraved than to take cock in cunt and mouth at the same time.
Of course, she did not know that the masked fiends had a wife-cum-sister.
Oh, where is John? she wondered.
She did not know that John, her protect was at that moment quite happily attached the wife-cum-sister, in the outhouse through the knothole.
He'll come soon, Belinda thought.
But John was not able to come until came.
Naughty Rena had been clever again . .
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When they returned from the woods, Rena led John directly to the double outhouse and, standing outside, she turned to him and very provocatively pushed her pink tongue out through the mouth hole of her ski mask. Then, with a giggle, she vanished into one of the cubicles.
John grinned and went into the other. He didn't fool around but went up to the wall and pushed his big cock through the knothole. There was something very exciting about getting a blow job through a wall, just as there had been in getting one through a ski mask-an element of mystery that was very erotic. He wondered, vaguely and not giving a damn, if this masked woman were attractive as far as features were concerned. He knew that her body was magnificent and that her tongue was beautiful.
She began to blow her hot breath over his prick.
His big rod swelled more, the base of the stalk almost filling the knothole, as she panted on it and slobbered over it. Then she started tonguing up and down the shaft and all around the head voraciously. It flared even more. He stared at the blank wall and felt her lips part around the tip and slide down as she gorged herself on cockmeat.
John shoved his ass forward and pushed his bloated balls through the hole, just in case she wanted to have a taste of ball meat along with pecker and cum. He stood with his body arched backward, crotch jammed to the wall, feet and shoulders slightly back, as her mouth dragged his cock and balls lovingly through the partition.
He hoped she appreciated a mouthful of cum, because he was going to blow a bucketful into her head, he thought, as her talented tongue and skillful lips worked him towards the height of sexual frenzy and creamy release.
"Oh, baby!" he sighed, talking to the wall.
On the opposite side of the wall, Rena was gobbling merrily away on his hot pecker and enjoying it thoroughly. She would have loved to milk him off and drink his cum, too . . . and it was a shame that she had to miss out on that treat.
But it was part of her plan.
She slurped juicily up and down his knob and stalk and her head went back and forth like a woodpecker.
A silvery spurt of spunk jetted onto her tongue, just a hint of the approaching deluge, a prelude to the massive dose of jism he was ready to shoot.
Rena pulled her lips away, looking wistful and regretful under her mask, but knowing that she had to stop now. If she sucked him much longer he was going to whitewash her tonsils and, lovely as that thought might be, it would defeat her devious purposes.
His knob was flaring out like a hooded cobra ready to spurt venom, gorged with blood so that it had turned scarlet. The tip had started to smoke in the brisk air and her saliva was steaming from the shaft.
Rena gave the tip a final stroke.
His balls and cock filled the knothole to the limit now as, stimulated almost to coming by her hot mouth, his erection had reached massive proportions. It was like a peg that had been pounded into a hole slightly too small, jammed fast and stuck tight and inseparable.
Rena got up and left the cubicle. She opened the other door and looked in at the man. He was bowed against the wall, grinning, his dong so hot that it was almost numb. He didn't realize that she was no longer sucking him, for his own heat was so thermal that his cock felt as if it were bathed in hot lead.
When he saw her at the door, he frowned "That's all you get, fella," she said.
"Errr ... I haven't come yet," he explained.
He thought that perhaps she was not as experienced as she made out to be and that the little preliminary spurt he had fed her had been mistaken for a climax.
"Yeah. Well, that's life."
"Fuck that!" he roared.
The last thing he needed at this moment was a prick teaser! His cock was in torment. He pulled back, intending to draw his cock through the wall and slam it back into her mouth whether she liked it or not.
But his cock would not come.
Swollen and gorged, his cock and balls were too thick to be retracted through the knothole.
His belly was plastered to the wall like a suction cup to a drain and, tug as he would, the coupling would not separate.
Rena laughed; her dark eyes flashed from the mask.
"Aw, jeez, lady . . . have mercy ..."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I really did enjoy fucking you and I'd love to finish sucking you off . . . but I have to leave you stuck here, I'm afraid. I have other things to do."
He stared at her, befuddled.
"In point of fact, I'm going to eat your sexy blonde girlfriend's cunt . . . and then I'm going to sit on her face."
John looked astounded and his dick got painfully larger as that idea registered.
Which was exactly what Rena intended.
"She won't do a thing like that," he said. "Just because you duped her into sucking on a dildo ..."
Rena laughed fiendishly.
"That was no dildo," she said.
"What! You mean ..."
"It was real live cock."
"My God!" he gasped, his eyes popping out.
"In fact, it was my brother's cock." "When I get out of here ..." he threatened.
"But you can't get out, can you?" she taunted the distraught wail-fucker.
"As soon as my cock gets soft, I can pull it out and then I'm going to ... " "But it isn't going to get soft until you come . . . and you can't come until someone gets on the other side of this wall and jerks or sucks you off."
He grated his teeth and rolled his eyes in fury and outrage. She laughed at him. He pulled back again but yelped in agony as his ballooning balls and prick stuck tight.
"I'll think about other things," he said. "I won't think sexy thoughts and it will shrink and . . . " "Silly fellow . . . how on earth can you think about other things, when my brother and my husband and I are all raping your girlfriend in the cabin?"
My God! She had a point. John certainly didn't want Belinda to be raped but despite that, the knowledge that it was happening was so stimulating that his dick would never shrink without blowing his rocks off first.
Rena wanted to make sure of that. She said, "Yes, the blonde girl sucked my brother off and swallowed his cum. She liked it, too. And right this very minute, both of them are fucking her and making her suck them off." She paused, wondering what further stimulation she might add to the stack that would keep his prick swollen and inexorably pegged. She figured that the idea of incest was always exciting and said, "My brother has an enormous dong, you know. I know because I fuck and suck him every day ..." John groaned.
He felt lightheaded. All his blood seemed to have rushed into his pecker and his knees were wobbly.
"She probably won't want to eat me out, but once she starts she's going to love it ... " John grated his teeth helplessly.
"Well, so long," said Rena. "We won't hurt her, don't worry about that . . . just think of all the cum that's going to get pumped into her cunt and mouth . . . and the cunt juice . . . just keep thinking about those lovely things ..."
John tried to reason an escape from this remarkable trap. But it was impossible not to think of what was happening to his girlfriend, no matter how hard he tried. And as long as his thoughts stayed on that subject, his pecker was not going to diminish in the slightest. Graphic images of Belinda with a mouthful of huge, dripping cock darted through his mind; detailed pictures of Belinda's tongue lapping away at that depraved woman's creamy twat; explicit ideas of how it would look to see pricks push in and out of her pink lipped, cream-soaked cunt . . .
His cock was like a blimp.
He tried to relieve the pressure by jerking off, but with cock and balls both on the other side of the wall there was nothing on which to get a grip.
He pounded his fist against the wall in fury.
The wall was resolute; it would not yield to his cock. He realized that the masked woman had been absolutely right-there was no way he was going to get his cock out of that hole until someone was kind enough to suck him off on the other side. And there was no one available to do that except Belinda, who couldn't, and the masked woman, who wouldn't.
Unless . . . Jesus! Suppose a hungry porcupine happened to wander into the next cubicle! John had seen how porcupines gnaw away a wall where someone had pissed, because it was salty. His dong would make a fine feast . . .
That idea scared him so much that his dick went numb.
He thought about bears and wildcats; he thought about snakes and lizards. He had never felt so utterly helpless in his life, with his tackle at the mercy of whatever meat-hungry creature happened to wander past.
But even his fear did not serve to reduce his hard-on, for he could not avoid thinking, also, of what was happening to the girl he loved.
Then he forced himself to resignation. There was nothing whatsoever that he could do about the situation and he had to suffer his indignity and outrage as best he could, until Belinda was released and could, in turn, release him. At least the masked woman had promised not to hurt Belinda. That was something. But not much.
John sighed unhappily.
All this wandering through the pristine forest was not what it was cracked up to be . . .
CHAPTER TWELVE
"What have you done to John?" Belinda wailed, when Rena entered the cabin.
"He's in the stocks," she said, and laughed.
"Pecker through the knothole?" Peter asked.
"Tight as a drum."
"Great. This gal has a tight pussy, too, by the way. I already fucked her cunt and Hal came in her mouth. I hope you don't mind that we didn't wait for you?"
"Oh, not at all. I've been happily occupied. Her boyfriend fucked me dog style in the woods and then I sucked his dick for awhile to make sure it was big and hard enough."
Belinda gave a little wail of distress. It was bad enough that she had been raped head and tail, without finding out that John had been unfaithful to her, as well.
Rena was gazing at Belinda appreciatively. She found that the adorable young blonde looked even more delectable naked than she had clothed.
"Oh, she likes head, by the way," Peter said. "She wouldn't open her mouth for Hal, but once I started tonguing her twat her mouth started gulping like a grouper."
Belinda flushed with shame, knowing that it was true; realizing that no matter how pure and chaste her intentions were, she could so easily be foiled by her cunt.
"Ummm . . . that makes me hungry," Rena said.
Belinda stared at her, slowly realizing what the woman meant. She shook her head. "Oh, no! Not you, too?" "Urn hum."
"But that's . . . that's perverted!" "Tasty, though," said shameless Rena. Rena removed her clothing but left the mask on. She got on to the foot of the bed, staring at Belinda's hot crumpet and licking her lips.
Belinda clamped her thighs together as tight as she could. There was a limit, she decided; male rapists were bad enough but she was damned if she would submit to a girl.
"Want us to spread her legs?" Hal asked.
"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary," said Rena, with a confident smile.
Rena lifted Belinda's foot and began licking it. She slowly lapped her way up the blonde girl's calf and behind her knee. Belinda closed her eyes, as if to shut out this depraved sight-but then opened them again, immediately, as if compelled to witness her indignity. She stared at Rena down the contours of her soft, gently swelling body, seeing that masked face framed between the slopes of her tits and over the rise of her belly. She was trembling with a mixture of emotions, fear and disgust and hatred and indignation and . . . yes, and passion and desire, as well. The strange events of the day had melted all her emotions into one lump, like a layered rock.
But she was still determined not to open her legs to the woman's oral love.
Rena ran her tongue up Belinda's smooth thighs with long slurps that left glistening tracks on the blonde's golden flesh.
She laved up to the vee of her legs, but made no effort to get her head between them. Instead, she moved higher and her tongue rustled through Belinda's curly pubic thicket. Then she went higher still, dipping into the girl's belly button and then lapping at her tits. Rena licked all around the firm, thrusting globes, circling up. She gave each nipple a single slurp and those taut nuggets shot out like bullets. Rena sighed happily when she saw that response. Taking the tit tips into her mouth one at a time, she sucked steadily upon them until they were both turbulent with tingling sensation.
Then she started down again.
Belinda was moaning and squirming.
"No ... no ... no ... " she kept repeating, but each time she voiced the word, it was fainter.
Rena's tongue was working on her lower belly now, in her curly mound, swirling and darting. It pushed down into the tight crack where Belinda's thighs pressed together, fluidly squirming between the smooth, slippery pillars.
Her hot breath billowed into Belinda's crotch.
"No!" Belinda cried out.
But she seemed to be speaking not to Rena, but to her own thighs, for even as she shouted the word, those golden thighs slowly parted.
Rena buried her masked head in Belinda's crotch and began to lick and suck voraciously.
Belinda spread her legs as wide as she could, then brought them together again, clamping Rena's head to her cunt. Her hips began to dance, her ass started to squirm. She had been saying the word no, over and over and now she was saying it with the same intensity, but a different intonation. It shifted subtly and the blonde was saying, "Oh ... oh ... oh Peter and Hal watched with interest and their pricks began to boom and thunder mightily, but they waited patiently for Rena to have her fill.
Rena reached up and tore the ski mask from her head. She needed more than just her tongue for this sweet pussy; she wanted to use her whole face. She began rubbing her face up and down in Belinda's crotch while her lips sucked frantically and her tongue fucked into that hot hole.
Belinda's cunt began to bubble, then to flood. Rena's face was coated with cunt juice from chin to brow as she wallowed in that swamp. Belinda cried out as her orgasm wracked her.
Rena milked her off happily, slurping up the overflow and shooting her tongue up the hole to gather up more of the succulent oil from within.
Then she looked up, smiling.
"Ummm . . . that was yummy," she said.
Belinda bit her lip.
"Guess what we'll do next?" said Rena, rising onto her knees with cunt juice pouring down her trim thighs.
Belinda said, "Do you really enjoy doing that? To another woman?"
"Oh, yes. It's wonderful. You'll see . . ."
"Will I?" asked Belinda, in a small voice.
Rena moved up and straddled her face. Belinda gazed directly up at the woman's dark, hairy cunt-right up the frothy pink slot. It hovered only inches above her face. Belinda's mouth was closed. A strange expression twisted her face. Peter placed his hand on her twat, supposing that he would once again have to inspire the previously innocent blonde to open wide.
But then Belinda's lips parted and her tongue pushed out to meet Rena's cunt as it pressed down.
Belinda, without any hesitation at all now, began to tongue Rena's cum box. She had never done a thing like that before, nor even considered it, but her inexperience was no hindrance. She realized that cuntsucking was an instinctive sort of thing, and that a girl automatically knew just how to go about it, since she had a cunt of her own and knew the ways of such things.
She used only her tongue, at first, running it along the slit and then pushing it up the hot hole. Then she fitted her mouth to Rena's pussy, like a suction cup, and began to suck merrily away.
Rena's ass arched from side to side and her belly pushed in and out. She was so hot from cocksucking and cuntsucking that she started to come almost at once. She tried to hold back as long as she could, to prolong the joy of sitting on such an adorable blonde head, but within minutes her whole lithe body had started to vibrate and she was moaning and then she creamed heavily in Belinda's upturned face.
Belinda's mouth filled with cunt juice.
She savored it on her taste buds and then let it slide down her throat and she smiled, with her lips still clamped to Rena's cunt, and pussy juice still flowing onto her tongue.
It might be perverted and depraved, she thought . . . but it sure was fun ...
Belinda had given up all hope of resisting her captors. In fact, she had lost all desire to resist them. She was thinking logically about it now. She had tried her best to avoid being plundered and what more could a girl do? The damage-if it was damage-had already been done and further variations could do no further harm. And if resistance were futile . . . well, she might as well enjoy it.
Belinda could not imagine what further variations were possible, but she felt sure that these three sex fiends would come up with something interesting. She refused to take any dominance, but was docile and passive. She was limp. Not lifeless, far from it, but her body and limbs were pliable and she allowed them to move her into whatever position they might choose, without resisting or objecting, as if her golden body had been fashioned out of latex.
They moved her onto her side.
Rena stretched out, facing her but reversed, in the inverted sixty-nining position.
Belinda found herself curiously disappointed by this lack of imagination and inventiveness. She had expected far more bizzarre contortions and couplings from people such as these, especially since both men once more had thundering hard-ons and bloated balls.
But she was not to be disappointed by the commonplace.
Rena ducked her head in and began mouthing Belinda's cunt once again. Belinda, not even thinking about it, returned the favor. But since they had just got through eating each other out, Belinda was not too thrilled and she lapped half-heartedly at the cunt that she had already eaten out so thoroughly.
Then the men joined in.
Hal lay behind Belinda and pushed his pecker up her cunt from the back. Belinda sighed happily as she thrilled to the double pleasure of having a prick pumping up her hole while a mouth sucked on her clit.
Peter lay behind his sister in the same position and when his massive cock appeared between Rena's thighs, Belinda gave a little yelp of joy. She instantly saw the perfection of this intricate design, the functional beauty of a position in which four people could all get fucked and sucked at the same time. She moved her head back so that Peter could push his cockhead into Rena's creamy gash.
Then Belinda began sucking them both at once, just as Rena was doing at the other end.
Belinda was in a state of ecstasy.
She had never known such complete pleasure, never even realized that a girl could savor four sex acts at the very same time. She was getting fucked by a big cock. She was getting her cunt sucked by a skillful mouth. She was thrilling to a mouthful of hot pussy. And she was sucking cock. And it was all happening at once!
She opened her mouth wide over Rena's smoldering cunt and sucked away, while Peter's huge prick slid in and out, passing through her eager lips en route to his sister's creaming hole. The four fuckers went at it like steam engines, the men banging away lustily while the girls sucked with wild abandon.
When Peter blew his heavy cream into Rena's cunt, Belinda sucked it out, blended with cunt juice, then plucked his cock head out of Rena's hole and put it in her mouth just in time to get his second spurt straight from the barrel.
Rena drank her husband's jism out of Belinda in the same greedy fashion.
Belinda grinned contentedly. Depraved, they might be . . . but they sure were clever . . .
Both men were temporarily drained.
The double sensation of hot cunt and hot mouth had milked them dry and both big dicks had diminished. Belinda and Rena looked wistfully at the useless tools.
"We could use another cock here," said Rena.
"I know where there's a spare one," said Belinda, with an impish grin. Rena regarded her thoughtfully. "Don't you mind?" "Nope."
"Won't John mind?"
"Who cares? As long as his prick is hard."
"Clever girl," said Rena.
* * *
John's legs were trembling and his back was beginning to ache from his unnatural position, bowed up to the wall. But his prick remained stubbornly erect.
Suddenly he pricked up his ears.
He heard something snuffling about on the other side of the wall!
My God! he thought. It was the dreaded porcupine!
A terror gripped him.
Then something warm and wet was lapping at his cockhead.
"Shoo!" he cried. "Go away!"
His cock was buried in something very hot, that pulled up and down. He screamed.
And Belinda said, "It's me, silly ..."
Thank God, thought the frightened fellow, and he relaxed-all but his cock-and Belinda proceeded to suck him off so thoroughly that his load almost blew her head off.
His cock shrunk. He pulled it through the hole and dashed to the other cubicle, where he found Belinda seated on the plank, smiling, with cum running down her chin.
"Thank God you're all right!" he said.
"Why, of course I'm all right . . ."
"I thought ..."
"You thought I wouldn't find out that you'd been fucking masked women in the woods," Belinda said. John blanched.
He said, "Errr ... I can explain about that, darling ..." "Can you, indeed?"
"Oh, yes. That was all a terrible mistake. I'll explain as soon as I think of an explanation ..."
"Well, that can wait," she said.
She took his hand.
"Right now, I have some friends I'd like you to meet ..."
