The publishers feel that the reader's general education in respect to the newer sexual morality can and will be enlarged by reading this dramatic story. It is from this point of view that the original manuscript of "Lay Lady" by Francis Carver is presented to the reading public. It is recommended only for the mature adult reader.
-Richard F. Stegler, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
Marie Anderson felt her hand straying to her hot cunt. She pushed back the sheer nighty and felt the red pussy hairs, now soaking wet and ready for anything their mistress cared to place between them. She debated. What was it to be this time?
A candle? No, she had used the only one left last week. A cucumber? No, she had fucked that yesterday morning and had to throw it away it smelled so.
She looked around the handsomely furnished room. Damn, why couldn't she use her fingers. But she knew she couldn't. They weren't long enough and besides, she had an appointment this morning and she was sure they would smell.
"What I need is a prick. A good, long hot piece of cock," she said to herself.
And that's exactly why she had this appointment in Finchley at ten o'clock this morning. She was going to buy a house fifty miles from Andersonville, away from her family and the prying eyes of the small town where she had been born.
"So I can have all the cock I want," she said aloud, "with no one around to 'tut-tut' me and remind me that I am the daughter of the town's leading man; that the town had been named after my great-grandfather!"
With that she jumped out of bed. She didn't want to miss this appointment. She just had time to shower and dress and catch the train to be on time to meet Mr. Grant, the real-estate agent.
She made it all right, but apparently Mr. Grant had not. Waiting on the train platform in Finchley, Massachusetts, she thought about the house that her father had agreed to buy for her. As a gentle breeze toyed with the hem of her mini-dress and ruffled her beautiful red hair, Marie contemplated the features of the palatial house Mr. Grant had told her about on the phone: heated pool, tennis courts, and a luxurious ten-room mansion.
"Miss Anderson, I presume?" came a man's voice from behind. Somewhat startled, Marie whirled and found herself facing a tall, well-proportioned Adonis. He wore a double-breasted blazer and snug pants that emphasized his athletic build. Marie, mentally feasting on the sexuality of this magnificent creature, guessed his age to be around 30.
Finally managing to regain her composure, Marie said, "Why, yes. And you must be Mr. Grant."
"Indeed I am, Miss Anderson. Shall we go? And, by the way, please call me Peter," he coolly replied.
During the short drive to the estate in Peter's Imperial, the couple became better acquainted. Peter spoke enthusiastically of the privacy and isolation of the estate, telling Marie (he was now calling her by her first name) it would be ideal for an artist's colony. Marie already had this in mind, but her paramount thoughts were of the freedom to indulge in the great varieties of fucking that she'd desired for so long.
When they reached the estate, Peter first took Marie on a tour of the grounds. He showed her the well-manicured lawns, the stable, the tennis courts, and finally, the Olympic-sized swimming pool. It was quite a distance from the main house and the surrounding shrubbery protected the pool area from view.
As Marie and Peter stood on the tiled patio at the edge of the pool, she said, "Wow!
CHAPTER SEVEN
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It sure does look inviting. I could use a dip right now."
"Why don't we?" .said Peter. "There's nothing stopping us." Marie's eyes lit up when confronted with the idea. She had always enjoyed nude swimming and, what's more, she knew she couldn't resist this perfect opportunity to see, touch, kiss, suck and fuck Peter's beautiful body. Even now, as they talked, she could see his prick getting hard and pressing outward against his slacks.
Marie began to undress. Peter unzipped her yellow mini-dress for her, the removal of which revealed a half-slip and filmy white bra enclosing large firm tits. She slid the slip down over her shapely, well-tanned legs. Her white panties were as thin as her bra, and Peter could see a dense growth of brown pubic hair through the material.
Already going out of his skull with desire for Marie's beautiful body, Peter threw his clothes off in what appeared to be one swift motion. His huge prick was hard as a rock by now.
Marie, he noticed, had removed her bra and panties. She stood with her back to him facing the pool with her toes curled over the edge. Marie then bent over, keeping her knees straight, to sample the water in her hands. As she was commenting on the beauty and the freshness of the water, Peter's eyes were locked on the firm, round asscheeks staring him in the face. Marie was bent over so far that Peter could even see her neat little asshole, an island in a sea of red hair.
Peter was so horny that he thought the wind might make him cum right then and there, without even touching her. But Marie, still bent over, was presenting a target Peter knew he couldn't resist.
Unbeknownst to Marie, Peter, with his twelve-inch hard-on leading the way, was approaching her from behind. When the smooth head of his prick was only a few inches away from Marie's asshole, Peter rammed his cock at the tight asshole and yelled "Contact!" As he did so, his balls, which had been swinging gently as he walked, also swung forward caressing Marie's uppermost inner thighs. The impact of Peter's thrust at Marie sent the two hungry young lovers flying into the green, cool water.
In mid-air Peter reached around Marie under her arms and cupped her tits. Marie's reaction was a mild shriek that indicated that she considered the surprise extremely pleasant.
Underwater, Marie automatically turned around to face Peter, this man who, though she barely knew him, had made her cunt so hot with desire that she was sure the water temperature in the pool had increased ten degrees in the last ten seconds.
Peter wrapped his muscled arms around Marie, pulled her close, and kissed her long and hard. Their tongues shot out to meet each other and become passionately intertwined. Marie's red nipples became firm and hard as they pressed against Peter's hairy chest. At the same time, his prick was exploring and toying with the lips of her hot, throbbing cunt.
As Peter bent to kiss her tits, it became obvious that the water depth would halt his advances. So he picked Marie up and carried her to the shallow end of the pool and sat her down on the edge of the pool. Standing in the prick-deep water himself and facing the nude young heiress, Peter began to feverishly plant kisses and suck-kisses on Marie's tits, sending her into immediate ecstasy.
With his right hand, he began to play around with the lips of Marie's hairy pussy. When Peter descended further to tongue out her navel, it became clear to Marie what Peter's destination was. She started to whisper, "Oh, yes, please, darling! Please, do it, do it!" As Peter was kissing his way through her red forest of pubic hair, he continued to finger her wet cunt.
He passed over her mound and got down on her, lapping out her wet and tangy cunt with his vigorous tongue.
Marie was overcome by electrical shock waves that Peter's cunt-kissing, sucking, and tongue-fucking sent through her. She leaned back on her hands so as to sock her pulsating pussy further into Peter's face. As she did so, he penetrated her more than she thought possible, almost licking her navel from the inside. Marie was jumping around so much in her pleasure that only Peter's strong arms wrapped around her smooth thighs kept her from flying back into the pool.
She was gasping, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard, wonderful tongue! Yes! Oh, God, I'm gonna cum! I'm cuming! Ohhhhh!" She had the greatest climax of her life, an indescribable height of pleasure that sent streams of white cum juice pouring down over Peter's wet face. He kept tonguing, chewing on, and sucking Marie's delicious hairy pussy as she came, only stopping when her vibrating hips settled and she lay there, contented, with her eyes closed.
But Peter was far from through. He lifted his muscular, hairy body out of the pool and rolled Marie, who still had rivers of cunt juice flowing down the inside of her beautiful naked thighs, over onto a nearby lounging mattress.
With his huge fuck stick still hard and hot, Peter spread Marie's legs and mounted her splendid nude body. His prick slid into her smoother than he expected it would. Marie responded to his first penetrating thrust into the deepest reaches of her cunt; she raised her knees upward; the two naked and perfect young bodies meshed together; each of them literally threw their pelvises right at the other's organs.
Peter's huge wet shaft of pleasure was sliding in and out of Marie's spread, hairy pussy faster and faster. Her long painted fingernails dug into his upper back, and then slowly found their way down his strong back. Her hands, almost automatically, reached his firm asscheeks and parted them, as the pair continued to experience increasing pleasure from what they both knew was a super-fuck.
As their bodies still thrashed about wildly, Marie's fingers found their way down Peter's cheeks to his asshole. She began to fondle it and, after the muscles had loosened a bit, she slipped her middle finger deep into Peter's hairy asshole, sending even greater rushes of excitement through his body.
Peter's prick flying in and out of Marie's wet, hot cunt and Marie's rapid fingering of his asshole began to operate in unison, sending the naked lovers into another world.
Their bodies ground together until Peter and Marie came together, she for the second time. He dumped a huge load of thick, white cream deep into her thrashing cunt. His face still moist from eating Marie's juicy cunt, relaxed and withdrew after spilling wave after throbbing wave of cum into Marie's beautiful, young pussy.
Then she finished Peter off the way a good girl should: as he lay there exhausted on his back, Marie leaned over him and flicked out her tongue to lick the remaining oil off the round head of his big cock.
"Mmmm! Tastes mighty good," she proclaimed, and then said to Peter, while gently massaging his balls, "At the risk of sounding crass, I must say that was more than fantastic. We should get together often." Peter heartily agreed.
Of course, by this time Marie knew damn well that she was going to have to buy the estate and live in Finchley, even though she still hadn't seen the inside of the house. But that hardly mattered to her.
Marie and Peter got up and walked to the small aluminum pool house to towel themselves off and get dressed. As she walked, the swing of the bare cheeks on Marie's firm, round ass started to hypnotize Peter to the point that he got fucking hard all over again.
After they entered the pool house, Marie turned around and noticed Peter's majestic prick in all its rock-hard and perpendicular splendor. She smiled warmly and said, "Now, dear, I can't leave that great cock alone, can I?"
She casually dropped to her knees, gripped the mammoth organ with her hand and began kissing it around the smooth, warm tip.
Her kisses got more passionate and she sucked the knob of Peter's long, thick, and straight prick, before proceeding to lick the entire length of the tender, sensitive underside of his organ.
Then she slowly consumed the entire length of his wonderful prick and sucked on it, back and forth, back and forth. All the while, Marie toyed with Peter's balls, encouraging the twin cum factories to do their thing.
Marie's beautiful sucking was driving Peter out of his mind. This was the greatest blow job he'd ever had, he knew that! With his hands he firmly cupped and pressed the back of Marie's head as she wildly sucked away on his cock. The pleasure was so great that every muscle in Peter's legs was locked tight and he knew he was building to a climax that would send the kneeling Marie rocking backward at least a yard.
He finally came in her mouth and she still madly sucked away as Peter spilled his thick, milky cum into her throat. After he'd dumped what seemed like a pint of cum into Marie's throat, she relaxed a bit and happily swallowed his offering. Marie then dutifully licked his entire prick and balls dry, eagerly digesting all the remaining fluid.
Before they dressed, Peter, in appreciation of Marie's highly-polished sexual skills and out of love for her, planted a long passionate kiss on her hairy and still wet cunt.
After the two lovers had reluctantly dressed, they began to walk back toward the main house. Peter mentioned something that he hadn't mentioned: the estate also came with a groundskeeper and a social secretary, to assist the owner in operating the spacious and palatial piece of property.
I'm quite sure you'll be able to work well with Bob and Patty. They're very competent and devoted servants. Don't be upset in the least if they seem eccentric to you at first; you'll all get along well, I can guarantee that. In fact, I can introduce you to them now, because I phoned this morning and told them I'd be showing the place to a prospective buyer. Okay?"
"Sure, if you say so," replied Marie.
As they entered the foyer of the stately house, Patty and Bob were there to greet them. As the introductions were made, Marie was glad Peter had forewarned her about the eccentricities of the household staff.
Patty was a tall, slim striking brunette, whose straight black locks cascaded almost down to her waist. She was barefoot, but wore shiny, black leather bellbottoms that were pulled tightly over her flat belly and snuggly clung to her crotch. Patty's white blouse was transparent with only two flap pockets concealing her tits. But Marie was able to peek from the side and see that Patty's tits, though small, were beautifully shaped little melons with very hard nipples.
Bob, the groundskeeper and handyman, was also rather impressive. He was about 6'3" and weighed at least 200-Marie correctly guessed that he was a weight-lifter and health food addict. He wore boots, faded dungarees, and a dungaree jacket.
Wow! Marie thought, first Peter Grant, and now these two! It seemed too good to be true.
Marie got out her checkbook and gave Peter a down payment.
CHAPTER TWO
Within three days, Marie had signed all the required papers and documents. The estate was hers! Wow! No matter how dignified she tried to play it, she got a really hot box just thinking all the things she wanted to do in her secluded retreat from the dull, straight world.
After she moved in, Marie decided to pay Bob a visit. He lived on her property but away from the main house in a small living area over the three-car garage. She climbed the back stairs and knocked on the door. Nothing. Marie knocked harder. She hoped Bob was there, because she'd dressed specially for this visit: A bright, pastel-colored sun shift, cut well above her knees, and sandals was all she wore-no bikini panties or bra.
After a few tense moments of waiting, Bob opened the flimsy door and beckoned Marie to enter.
Peter had told Marie about Bob the previous day. The groundskeeper, although huge and muscular, light complected and covered with brown hair, was actually quite gentle. Bob talked little and had a very low IQ; but (and Peter stressed this several times) Bob was reliable and would be absolutely obedient to the owner of the estate, without exception.
The room was covered with bar-bells, weights, and all kinds of gym and body-building equipment. Shelves were lined with bizarre health foods from all over the world.
Bob, noticing Marie's scrutiny of the area, said, "I've just finished my daily workout. Now I'm gonna have my nourishing lunch." Marie could see that Bob was unusually nervous, probably because this was the first time they'd been alone together.
Marie decided it was necessary to find some way of breaking the ice. While gazing at Bob's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and pyramid-shaped crotch, a light bulb flashed on in her horny little head. She knew just what to do.
She reached up and grabbed a jar of wheat germ off a shelf. While unscrewing the top of the jar, she laughingly threw herself back on a couch, spread her legs as they pointed at the ceiling, and began to liberally sprinkle wheat germ all over her naked, hairy cunt!
As she did so, she looked up at the flabbergasted Bob and said, "Why, of course, I wouldn't want to interrupt your lunch. So start eating!" While Bob approached her slowly, Marie decided to make his meal a little more nourishing.
With her left hand she pulled open the thick lips of her hot red pussy so it was very open and very deep. It was just about the biggest and wettest cunt Bob had ever seen. He felt like sticking his whole head in her!
But before that, Marie, now with her right hand, started to massage her juicy cunt. She worked the wheat germ around and around, the circular motions of her fingers sending the particles deeper into her beautiful pussy. This finger action produced loud, wet, slurping sounds that made her cunt look even more delicious. Her shift by now was pulled up around her neck, exposing her proud tits which were whiter (along with her box region) than the rest of her body from the skimpy bikini she wore up to a few days ago.
Bob kissed her firm, crimson nipples for awhile and then licked her around the forearms and into her armpits. He then started to work his way downward along her silky smooth skin towards that juicy, throbbing, wheat-germ filled, pussy. His huge, heavy forearms wrapped firmly around Marie's slim waist, almost devouring her in the process.
Marie, from the first moment she'd laid her eyes on Bob's Mr. Universe body, wanted a chance to play around with his prick (which she knew just had to be enormous!). But before she could get his fly open, this grizzly bear of a man had his face buried between her spread legs.
Bob feverishly kissed away at the tender skin on the inside of Marie's thighs, not more than an inch away from her waiting cunt. As he switched from side to side, Bob passed slowly over Marie's luscious cunt and as he did so, he delicately let his wet tongue drift over and graze her clitoris.
This drove Marie right up the wall. The pace of her breathing had quickened even more. When he finally dropped his mouth and tongue right onto her sweet cuntlips, Marie's whole body straightened and then launched into convulsions of pleasure. Bob sucked on her whole, hairy cunt and drove his entire vibrating, energetic tongue up her sex canal. Shivers of delight roared all through Marie's nearly-nude frame.
"Does your lunch taste goo, Bob? Does it? I bet it does!" Marie managed to utter as the waves of tongue-love swept up from her wet cunt through her entire perfect shape.
Bob paused for a second to pull a few of Marie's slimy pubic hairs out of his mouth. With her sweet-smelling and tasty cunt juice all over his face, Bob briefly looked up at Marie and nodded agreement to her. He then resumed sucking and licking away at Marie's pussy-she speeded up his return to cuntsville by grabbing the back of his thick, greasy black hair and shoved his face back into her tasty, aromatic pussy.
Bob's rigid tongue, sliding in and out of the slippery vaginal walls, was lifting Marie into new heights of joy. Her head was thrown backward, her back arched so high that her bare ass was hardly touching the couch.
Whispering and gasping, Marie finally came. Her fiery, white cunt lava spilled out through her soaking pubic hair into Bob's mouth. He kept lapping away, swallowing as much of the salty love-juice as he could. When the last drop had been drunk, Marie released her leg-lock around Bob's head.
Even though he was her obedient servant, she still wanted to satisfy him and reward him for his superb love-making.
"Bob, dear, get your clothes off. You've done so well. The least I can do is suck you off. You're a perfect lover. I love you!" said Marie, and she meant every word of it. Bob had sent her higher on the escalator of euphoria than any other man (and she'd had many). Never before had she been closer to complete, total gratification. She began getting horny all over again just contemplating the fact that this torrid love maker would be on call for her from now on-24 hours a day, seven days a week. Wow!
Bob stripped off his soiled work clothes. As Bob had expected, his cock was nothing short of colossal. His thighs looked like they'd been poured from concrete. Marie, now completely naked and somewhat weary from her most recent love bout, gestured Bob to lie down on his back on a gymnastic mat on the floor. She then threw herself down at his prick.
She kissed his balls, gently massaged his ball-bag, and took his hefty balls into her mouth and swirled them around inside her wet, sensuous mouth and tenderly Frenched them.
As she sucked his balls, Marie began to slowly jerk off his big cock. It was so fat that she could barely get her fist around it. This delightful difficulty indicated to Marie that this wasn't going to be any ordinary blow job!
Marie lowered the huge hairy balls out of her mouth and grabbed Bob's prick at the base with her left hand, and the head with her right hand and began planting fervent kisses up and down the entire length of his great cock. She noticed that his cock was so big that her two hands were almost an inch apart on the extremities of his muscular organ! The licking and kissing journeys up and down the smooth, bony length of his prick took surprisingly long.
Finally, with Bob writhing in pleasure underneath her, Marie started to slip the huge head of his prick into her wet, hungry mouth. To suck him, Marie got to her knees, leaning on her elbows with her lovely asscheeks sticking into the air. She managed to get his entire prick into her mouth, but doing so meant that the tip would hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless, she continued sucking away and running her tongue along the entire length of his huge cock. She was lighting fires in his loins, building him to a sexual pitch.
Marie turned around for a few seconds when she heard a noise behind her. It was Patty. She must have been standing there for a few minutes because she already had her blouse off and was displaying her beautiful little tits with the hard, crimson nipples. Some of her long black hair was swept down the front of her slender white torso. The black leather bell-bottom pants were so tight that they looked like they were shiny black paint that had been sprayed on her willowy legs. Although Marie enjoyed drinking in the loveliness of Patty, she knew she had to return to sucking off Bob.
So while Marie kneeled there with Bob's big cock sliding in and out of her mouth, Patty unzipped her black pants, slipped them down over her round ass, and stepped out of them. Removal of her sexy, black panties exposed a rich tuft of dense, black pubic hair. She was as true a brunette as there had ever been. The black bristle of cunt hair glistened in the light as Patty stood there, completely nude.
Patty walked slowly over to the kneeling Marie who was feverishly blowing Bob, kneeled beside Marie to cup her dangling tits, gently caressing the hard nipples. Marie, of course, knew what was happening but she wasn't about to complain. She'd had a latent desire to make love to girls her own age and be loved by them in return, but she'd never had the opportunity in her tightly-structured past experiences.
Patty was now stroking Marie's shapely thighs as she kissed her tits. Patty's hands felt their way down to the small of Marie's back and over the cheeks of her ass into her asshole and pussy, which was again becoming moist. She then got down on her back, and using Marie's hips as handles, she slid herself under and through the legs of the kneeling, cocksucking Marie. Marie lowered herself down so that she was actually sitting on Patty's face. Patty's tongue was darting into the pink, wet cunt lips of Marie, whose tight little asshole was also being fingered by Patty.
So there was a lot of sex juice flowing, bodies undulating, and heavy breathing in that dingy little garage-apartment. Marie was sucking wildly on Bob's huge prick. Patty was rapidly fingering Marie's shit-hole and lapping her deep, hairy, juicy cunt.
Bob came first. Surging, ecstatic release rocketed through his entire body as he shot jet after jet of steamy, white cum into Marie's waiting mouth. She gulped down every bit of cream that Bob shot her way. It tasted so delicious that she kept sucking away, getting all she could. The sperm flooding into her mouth made her even hornier, to the point that she, too, achieved a climax, this one dumping oozing cunt juice downward along Patty's long hard-working tongue and into her gorgeous mouth.
Marie's box was so thickly matted with red hair that a lot of her cum, instead of flowing directly into Patty's anxious mouth, got filtered through her pubies and ran onto Patty's chin, cheeks, and even into her baby-blue right eye. Bob, seeing an opportunity, crawled over and began to lap the excess love-juice from Marie's hot pussy off the smooth face of Patty.
So all three nude young lovers had been satisfied except for dark-haired Patty, who, exhausted from sucking Marie's pussy, lay there with her long, beautifully-shaped legs spread wide exposing her firm, pink cunt lips which were surrounded by a triangular forest of wiry, black cunt hair. It became obvious to Marie that Patty was still horny. Besides, the buxom redhead had never before made love to a woman, although she masturbated to fantasies of lesbianism many times. Here was an ideal opportunity to consummate this boiling desire that had teased her libido for so long. What's more, she was incredibly attracted to tall and shapely Patty.
Even in these circumstances of utter sexual freedom, Marie remained a bit apprehensive about making love to Patty. Was there a protocol or procedure that was part of the fore-play?
So Marie turned to Patty and tenderly asked, "Patty, dear, you're so lovely; may I love you? I want so much to give you pleasure, please, won't you give yourself to me?"
Patty, who always appeared coy and feline, gave merely a hint of a smile and said, "Ever since I first saw you I've wanted you to. I want you to feel my tits, suck my tits, lick my cunt, suck my asshole, eat me totally! Devour me with your love! Kiss me everywhere, suck my cunt dry!" The words, the straight-forward and crude language was getting Patty even more excited. Marie wasn't disgusted by these kinds of words, but they didn't get her excited as they did Patty. But it was the naked, cat-like form of Patty's body that was getting Marie pretty damn aroused.
She turned to Patty, and kissed her hard on the mouth. As the two young girls' tongues explored inside each others' mouths, Marie's mild inhibitions about making love to another woman slipped away. She wrapped her arms around Patty and held her close. Marie got more and more consumed by Patty's beauty; she kissed her on the neck, she nibbled at her earlobes, she blew into her ears.
Patty was thoroughly enjoying this love-making, partly because Marie was a "virgin" in this type of love-making, at least.
The rich, horny, young heiress was now kissing, licking, and sucking away on Patty's round tits. Then Marie began the critical descent downward, kissing her way along the pure, white expanse of Patty's stomach. Then she reached the black pubic area, every hair of which got its own passionate kiss from Marie. Marie then knelt up a bit so as to get a better angle from which to drive her tongue into Patty's incredibly wet pussy.
Marie had long wondered what other girls cunts tasted like. She knew what her own tasted like, because she had for many years enjoyed slowly sucking on her fingers, one by one, after masturbating. This was a little ritual she had always derived great pleasure from.
But would she need a strong mouthwash after licking away at Patty's pussy? Absolutely not! Marie soon found that the musty odor and succulent taste of Patty's hot cunt delighted her to no end. Maybe she'd never brush her teeth again, she thought, as she thrust her tongue deeper and deeper into Patty's spread, hairy twat. As she did so, Patty's entire midsection began to pulsate, her cunt's inner reaches producing more and more tangy lubrication.
While this act of love was taking place, Bob was sitting on the couch with his dark eyes feasting on the two girls making love on the floor in front of him. Their gyrations were making his prick get stiff all over again, despite the fact that he dumped a big load of cum into Marie's hungry mouth not more than ten minutes before. After a while, he could stand being just an observer no longer. Still nude, his erect prick jutting out like a javelin, he assumed a kneeling position just behind Marie, who was bent over Patty's cunt and sucking away like a madwoman.
Before getting his prick into Marie's tight, cute little asshole, Bob knew from experience he'd have to loosen up those asshole muscles first. He did this with gentle, circular motions of his tongue, greasing away at her tasty little upper-class shithole. Then, with the front of his thighs meshing against the backs of Marie's, Bob managed to shove his long, hard stick right up Marie's asshole.
At first this unnatural penetration shocked and hurt Marie, but after only a few ass-fucking strokes, she began to enjoy herself.
Patty, who'd had a head-start on Bob, came first. She shot slimy spurts of cum into Marie's hungry, waiting mouth. Marie continued lapping away until she'd spooned out every last drop of Marie's tasty, rich love-cum and swallowed it, savoring every bit of it.
Shortly thereafter, Bob, who had been driving his prick so deeply into Marie's asshole that he feared he might split her right open, achieved his climax. His thick sperm sprayed powerfully deep into Marie's anal cavity, giving her an unusual shiver of delight, unlike any she'd ever experienced before. Bob withdrew and dismounted and as he did so, he just happened to notice a few remaining specks of his wheat germ suspended by sex fluids in her thick, red pubic bush. This amused him, but he hadn't the energy to finish "lunch" completely after such a workout.
The three satisfied lovers lay exhausted on the mat. Shiny, wet smears of cum reflected from their faces and groins in the light. Marie and Patty, still nude, sat and smoked cigarettes, while Bob was in the bathroom drawing a bubble bath for the trio.
Marie, although weary, still felt a wonderful flush of well-being that was different from anything she'd experienced in her earlier years of conventional sex. Perhaps, she thought to herself, this diversity in sexual behavior was what I've always needed to feel totally liberated.
"God, that was fantastic," Marie said to Patty. "Finding this place was just what I've always needed. To think that I could have gone through more frustrating years in sexual bondage sends chills through me. I really feel free, for the first time! Patty, my dear, you've been so wonderful ... I, I love you so much ... if there's anything I can ever do for you, please just...."
Patty, like Bob, was the very quiet type who let her actions do the talking for her. But now she replied, "Forget it. If we're all cool, there's nothing stopping us from going on like this for as long as we want to." She was the ultimate pragmatist. But her loving was as hot as her speech was cold; Marie wanted to remember this, to comfort her.
Marie's emotions were rallied from the slight valley Patty's tough and callous attitude had pushed her toward when she got in the warm, sudsy, over-sized bathtub with Patty and Bob. She now felt relaxed and quite contented.
The three vigorously scrubbed each other's cum-stained bodies. Marie and Patty scoured each other's cunts with generous handfuls of suds while Bob sponged off their backs. Then the two douched out each other's assholes before turning to cleansing Bob's gargantuan cock, heavy balls, and muscular, hairy asscheeks. After emerging from this deliriously-enjoyable bathing experience, Marie insisted on toweling off Patty and Bob all by herself.
During the next few days, as life on the estate settled into a veritable sexual smorgasbord, Marie could notice a considerable difference in herself. It was sort of difficult to pinpoint-it was the way she felt, her mental and intellectual approach to life; in short, everything that combined to constitute the very essence of her being.
CHAPTER THREE
Life at the estate was never boring. Due to Marie's unique financial means for a person so young, she found herself constantly besieged by committees and institutions seeking large sums of money for charitable causes.
One day Patty gave Marie the message that a Dr. Brewster Henry, a professor of philosophy at a nearby college, was representing the Society for the Preservation of Alligators and would like to meet with Marie. This meant that he wanted to solicit funds for his organization.
Marie enjoyed meeting new people, so she returned the call to Dr. Henry and invited him to drop by with his wife the following evening. Marie was certainly not devoted to preserving alligators; in fact, she hadn't realized that they were in danger of becoming extinct, but she thought it admirable that this man had committed himself to a cause he thought worthy and she thought he deserved to be heard at least.
Dr. Henry was a stuffy man who Marie thought looked like a typical college professor; as if he'd been sent over from central casting. He was a rather thin man of about fifty, balding, and replete with wire-rimmed spectacles and an ordinary, loose-fitting, three-piece brown suit. A gold Phi Beta Kappa key was linked to a pocket watch by a gold chain.
His wife, Amy, was something else. She was at least fifteen years his junior, a tall curvaceous blonde. She wore a conservative suit, the skirt was yanked down frequently so as to expose as little of her knees as possible.
They spoke about the antelopes in the library of the mansion. Marie was bored to death. Amy Henry said little. Patty, in her hostess outfit, served brandy and offered Dr. Henry a pre-Castro Havana from the humidor. Bob was outside in the driveway, under orders from Marie, botching up the wiring in the distributor cap of the Henry Sedan.
After they talked for about an hour and a half in the library, the Henrys got up to leave. Marie had assured them that she'd give serious consideration to the cause of preserving alligators. The Henrys departed, and soon, having been unable to start the car, returned to the house.
"There seems to be some trouble with the automobile," said the professor. "I can't understand it. This has been such a reliable old bomb. Had it for years. It's almost like a member of the family. Well, I guess I'd better call for a tow truck."
"Oh, I hardly think that would be possible," Marie quickly interjected. "You see, this is a rather isolated area. We're 25 miles from the nearest town and I'm afraid road service at this time of night would be impossible." She started getting horny just thinking of the bizarre games Bob, Patty and she had been plotting for this unsuspecting straight couple.
"But don't worry," she added, "we can put you up for the night without any inconvenience. In fact, we're pleased and honored to have you as our guests. Then we can see about getting the car fixed tomorrow." The Henrys thanked them. Marie showed the guest bedroom on the third floor, got them linen, and the Henrys then announced their early retirement after thanking Marie profusely for her hospitality.
As the professor and his young wife were undressing for bed, Marie and her two accomplices tiptoed up the stairs to the third floor and entered the room adjacent to the guest bedroom. What the Henrys naturally assumed was a large wall mirror was actually a huge piece of one-way glass. Bob, Patty and Marie had a clear and unobstructed view of their unsuspecting guests. They eagerly watched them get ready for bed.
As Marie had guessed, Amy Henry was really built. It took her a while to remove her too-numerous undergarments: full slip, thick-strapped bra, girdle, stockings. But the professor's wife was a real piece of ass. Her tits hung downward like torpedoes, at least 40 inchers, but the pink nipples were heavy and firm and pointed proudly upward. Her waist was slim and her ass was big and stuck out an extra foot it seemed like, but without being at all flabby. Her stomach was smooth and flat and a full bush of blonde pubic hair was icing on the cake as far as the three voyeurs were concerned.
Patty casually reached her hand over to Bob. His eyes were transfixed on the naked body of Amy Henry and his prick was getting stiff, confirming Patty's suspicion that this chick would turn him on.
Meanwhile, Brewster Henry was getting undressed. He wasn't too muscular and showed signs of middle-age, but Marie was pleasantly surprised to see that his cock was unusually large and his balls were nicely hung and swung triumphantly as he walked.
Before making their grand entrance, Marie decided that she, Patty and Bob should strip completely nude and then burst in on the middle-aged professor and his beautiful young wife. This would increase the shock value when they burst in, and would lessen the chances of the "victims" escaping, in case they tried to make a run for it. Of course, the plotters were sure that the Henrys wouldn't want to leave once they all had gotten down to business.
So, still watching their nude guests getting ready to retire, Marie began to undress and Patty and Bob followed her lead. They didn't take long because they wore as few undergarments as possible; in fact, they enjoyed walking around the house and grounds named-it gave them a great feeling of freedom and a sense of a return to nature.
They also got each other ready for the Henrys imminent surprise:
Patty lowered herself to her knees and faced Marie who was also nude by now, and watching Bob expose his well-built, muscular frame. Patty gently parted Marie's shapely legs by pushing outward with the palms of her hands on the inside of Marie's lovely tanned thighs. Marie was still standing watching Bob as Patty nestled her face in Marie's rich, dense mat of red pubic hair and began tonguing away at her cunt lips. Almost instantaneously, Marie started to produce sweet sex fluids which Patty lapped away at.
With Patty's stiff pointed tongue sending pangs of pleasure through her entire body, Marie stopped her because she didn't want to cum now, and the way Patty was getting her tongue sliding in and out of her pussy, she thought she was about to. She judiciously summoned her last ounce of will power and reluctantly got Patty to cease her wonderful love-making. Marie wanted to save all her sexual drive to use on her scholarly house guest and his delicious wife.
When Bob had doffed his faded dungarees (he wore no underwear either) and was standing nude, Marie saw that he only had a semi-hard-on. That would never do! She approached her obedient handyman and dropped to her knees, as Patty had knelt before her seconds earlier. After briefly pausing to marvel at the sheer size of his prick, Marie licked the smooth head of his fuck-pole; then her wet and sensuous lips encircled it. She bathed the head of his prick with sucking delight and then consumed the rest of it.
She, too, stopped before he came, for the same reason that she had stopped Patty's eating of her own pussy. They were all horny and ready to play their game. Marie addressed her sex troops, "OK, gang? Let's go show our guests a thing or two; they've been needing to have some enterprising folks clue them in to what they've been missing all these years. I bet they fuck like they were ashamed of themselves! They need some tutoring."
"Ready, willing, and able, ma'am," replied Patty, playfully and mockingly saluting Marie, her firm, proud little tits jiggling as she brought her hand to her forehead. Bob nodded an affirmative reply.
Stark naked and bubbling with anticipation, Marie, Patty and Bob tiptoed down the hall until they stood outside the Henrys' bedroom. Marie knew the room had no lock on the door.
Marie led the nude parade into the room, saying, "Good evening! We were in the area so we thought we'd drop in for a nightcap," Marie facetiously announced to the stunned pair.
Amy Henry, with a look of utter amazement consuming her face, cried out, "Oh my God!" She reached for an article of clothing in a feeble and desperate attempt to cover her nude body. As her bad luck would have it, she had grabbed her girdle which turned out to be too small to cover both her 40-inch breasts and her blonde haired pubic region. She jumped about in her embarrassment, unable to decide which of the two sexually strategic areas to conceal, and, in the process, succeeding to conceal neither her big, beautiful tits nor her hairy cunt.
While all of this shock and amazement was nearly paralyzing his panicked wife, Brewster Henry was reacting in a similar manner. But his reaction was more of outrage than fear and, despite being in such an unusual situation that it never even entered his fantasies, he acted rather pompous. Perhaps controlled anxiety best described his outward appearance as he put his open hands over his sparse pubic hair and low-hanging cock and balls; but inside he felt just as scared shitless as his wife acted.
Maybe his intellectual approach to life explained his saying, "And just what happens to be the meaning of this? Miss Anderson, I demand that you cease this intrusion. Who do you think you are? Just what is the meaning of this?"
"Please relax, professor. We're not here to harm you-in fact, you'll be happy to know that we're here to bring you tidings of immense joy and fulfillment," Marie casually said to Brewster Henry and his wife. It was the pre-planned strategy of the nude trio to act as calm and lackadaisical as possible. Marie was convinced that by doing so, it would induce the Henrys to join them at a relaxed level rather than having Patty, Bob and herself raised to the Henrys' level of panic and fear, which would only compound the confusion of this naked confrontation.
So, while Marie, Patty and Bob stood there confidently displaying their luscious nudity, Professor Henry became even more adamant. "Miss Anderson, I can see absolutely nothing that justifies this criminal intervention. Leave at once! This is unwarranted and totally unethical! I demand that you and your servants leave at once! Get out! Get out!" Brewster shouted at Marie, his voice getting high-pitched and raspy.
"Please, please, Dr. Henry, just relax," Marie replied with her persistent coolness. "We join you and your wife with love as our sole motivation. Now, look," she firmly said to the stunned doctor of philosophy, "I went to college too, and I have it within my capabilities to enter into a long, boring academic dialogue with you about the moral and ethical implications about what Patty, Bob and I are doing. But, frankly, it would be a waste of time for everyone. We have much more rewarding and satisfying things to do," she concluded, smiling. While this exchange was taking place, Patty was pleased to notice out of the corner of her eye that Amy Henry, more calm now, had her eyes transfixed on Bob's majestic hairy prick.
Professor Brewster Henry wasn't willing to submit to Marie and her co-conspirators quite yet. He turned his back on Marie, displaying a hairy ass and proceeded to make a superficial search of the room, saying, "Where's a telephone? (There, of course, wasn't one in the room) I'll get the police over here and have you three sex-crazed neurotics thrown behind bars for 99 years! It's people like you that are a dreadful menace to society!"
Then, managing to quiet himself a bit, he turned around again to confront Marie, still standing there tranquilly exhibiting her fine, round tits, slim waist, and furry twat with proudness. Marie could hardly keep from bursting out laughing right in his face as the nude professor looked her squarely in the eye and queried, "And exactly what is it you have in your diseased mind, anyway, Miss Anderson? I hope you know the penalty for rape in Massachusetts. It's mighty severe. Now, please let us leave unharmed," he pleaded, realizing he wasn't convincing Marie, who now began to grin warmly at Brewster Henry. His wife, Amy, had by now given up trying to cover herself and had, surprisingly, become quite composed, in drastic contrast to her earlier reaction.
In what was obviously a last-ditch attempt to win a reprieve for he and his wife from whatever Marie had on her mind, the professor exhorted her, "I beg of you, Miss Anderson. Just let us go free now and I assure you we'll never say a word of this to anyone. Please, I beg of you! You mustn't do this!"
Before Marie had a chance to deny Brewster Henry's latest plea, Amy Brewster spoke for the first time since she had been overcome by the surprise of the entry into their bedroom by the three nude missionaries of love. "Brewster, dear," she said softly, "Maybe we should give Miss Anderson a chance to tell us what she wants of us. After all, she still hasn't even hinted as to why she's doing all this." By now, Brewster and Amy Henry had overcome the initial embarrassment of their nudity and were thirstily drinking in the beauty of the bodies of their trio of unannounced visitors.
Amy's approach surprised her husband, but he said he was willing to listen. Besides, he knew he had no choice.
Marie was encouraged by this sudden display of interest by big-assed Amy. She replied, "I can only describe our intentions in vague terms. I think in this case actions will speak louder than words. We don't intend to harm you; I guarantee you'll benefit from our therapy." Even this sketchy preface to Marie's intentions brought renewed apprehension to the professor and his wife.
Marie decided that she'd had more than enough of this bullshit. This polite verbal duelling could go on to dawn.
She looked at Bob and nodded. Still hard as concrete from watching the display of unadorned tits, cunts, and pricks and asscheeks, Bob sauntered over to the professor. His 200 pounds of rippling muscles housed under dark skin and black body hair presented quite a contrast to the somewhat scrawny body of the professor. He flexed his huge right bicep in front of Brewster Henry as if to say, "Don't bother trying anything." The professor appeared to get the message.
With this taken care of, Marie and Patty went over to Amy Henry, seized her, and dragged her over to the double bed. She futilely resisted as they held her down on her back, but Patty and Marie controlled her easily. As Marie draped her body across Amy's shoulders pinning her to the bed and Patty lay across her large, freckled thighs, Amy squealed, "What are you doing? Please don't hurt me! Please don't!"
After a few seconds, it became clear that the girls weren't planning to hurt her. Marie began raining kisses on Amy's face, neck, arms, and shoulders. Patty did the same to her thighs, legs, and flat, white belly.
As Patty forced Amy's legs apart and lazily stroked her thick blonde-haired cunt, she continued to writhe underneath the two naked girls in protest. But it was no use.
Brewster was staring incredulously from across the room as this was taking place. At one point, he started to lunge at the bed to save his wife from this double-dyke rape, but Bob stopped him by merely raising one muscular arm as a stop-sign. This did the trick: Brewster knew there was nothing he could do to stop Marie and Patty from fucking his lovely wife.
Amy's resistance had by now subsided almost completely. Patty was kissing and licking her in her wiry, thick blonde pubic hair just above her slit, and on the tender skin that lined the top of her inner thighs. Even this close, Patty smelled Amy's innocent pussy smell; it was a fragrance that tempted her probing tongue and drew it in closer.
Seconds later, Patty reached into Amy's hairy treasure and gingerly parted her moist cunt lips. She then hungrily threw her face right at the enticing pink cunt, licking at the vaginal walls and penetrating up as far as she could with her vibrating tongue. Voluntarily, Amy spread her legs even further apart, allowing Patty to eat even more of her splendid, wet, throbbing cunt.
Meanwhile, Marie was massaging Amy's enormous tits in the palms of her hands. She kissed every square inch of these marvelous tits which were the biggest she'd ever, ever seen! Amy's nipples were kissed, tongued, and sucked by Marie-and sucking them was no mean feat; the big, brownish-pink nipples were very large and very, very hard. By now, even the thought of resisting these two wonderful lovers had vanished from Amy's mind. Her legs were laid as far open as she could spread them; unconsciously, she had raised her knees to give Patty better access to her deep, fiery cunt; her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy; her bony fingers were imbedded in her own scalp, tugging at her long, blondish locks in her mighty flights of sexual pleasure.
Marie continued upward with her kisses from the hard nipples and swaying breasts, which she continued to feel with tender hand caresses. Marie kissed Amy at the nape of her smooth neck, seemingly kissing each one of the thousands of freckles and then kissed and licked tall, willowy Amy under the arms, running her lips and tongue very slowly along the short, crisp bristles of blondish armpit hair.
Brewster still stood with Bob, watching spellbound at what Marie and Patty were doing with his wife. He was no longer angry, but fascinated and enthralled at what his professorial eyes were telling him. And by now his prick, like Bob's, was stiff as a curtain rod from both the disappearance of his previous fear and from staring at the naked bodies, especially the gyrating, curvature of Patty's slender, white ass-the black-haired ass of the black-haired girl who was eating his wife's wide cunt.
Marie now was kissing Amy softly on her lips, cautiously exploring her mouth. Suddenly Amy abandoned her passivity, and, with an explosive outburst of hot, sexual energy, clenched her arms around Marie and passionately returned her kiss. Marie and Amy's mouths were glued together, their tongues caressing each other's and stabbing into each other's mouth.
Brewster stood hypnotized, watching; he remained speechless. His hard-on was even bigger and ached with desire. He fingered his drooping, twin globes as he made no secret of his tremendous excitement.
He watched Amy's back increase its arch; the feverish thrashing of her thighs became more intense. She was kissing Marie longer and harder as Patty's cunilingual lapping of her deep, steamy pussy sent her into unbelievable states of delight.
Finally, Amy stood it as long as she could and then enjoyed a climax that almost knocked her out. She gushed tidal waves of slimy cum outward from her heaving cunt into Patty's anxiously waiting mouth. Her fluid was as greasy and white as any Patty had ever tasted. The fish aroma of her hairy, pink pussy, adorned with all that thick, blonde hair, made Patty suck all the harder!
A feeling of contentment and glowing warmth permeated her body and mind, which were one. But Marie, Patty and Bob were far from through their method of taking the naive Henrys on this tour of a "new world."
Patty got up, wiping Amy's cunt juice from around her mouth as she did so. She walked over across the room and switched places with Bob. Brewster didn't ask any questions; they'd reached a point where the college teacher was eager and willing to learn!
Bob, horny beyond belief from watching the three enticing women make love, brought Amy back to life by lightly fiddling with her wet, outer cunt and licking her excess cum entangled in that beautiful thick bush of blonde cunt hair.
Amy responded as if an alarm clock had gone off inside her head. She eagerly wrapped her arms around Bob's close body, lifted her knees, and spread her waiting legs. Her rapid breathing froze for a second as the head of Bob's fat, meaty prick slowly slid past her parted, pink cunt lips.
With each piston-like thrust into Amy's cunt, Bob drove deeper and deeper into her. The two bodies ground together in unison and fury, as if they'd been made for each other. Amy was experiencing heights of ecstasy she'd never known even existed.
On the other side of the room, Brewster watched longingly as Bob did his stud duty on his wife. His apprehension wasn't a problem any longer; in fact, he watched the interlocking bodies in awe and admiration.
He, too, would also come before long. Patty quietly beckoned him to sit down in a chair so she could blow him while he watched his wife getting fucked by Bob. Marie, who had resumed kissing Amy, paused in disapproval of the initiation Patty had taken. The plan had called for leaving the professor alone until after Bob had given Brewster the biggest surprise of the night. But Marie realized that Brewster with that massive prick and balls on such a weak body, badly needed to be relieved, so she didn't intervene.
Patty stroked Brewster's hard prick as she licked his balls. She put his hairy globes into her mouth and gently swirled them around. As Brewster was wondering how much more of this tantalizing he could stand, Patty finally took his hot, stiff prick and, inch by inch took it in her succulent mouth, delicately running her tongue up and down the entire length of Brewster's fuck-stick as she did so. Brewster's hands automatically placed his hands on the back of the head of this young, black-haired temptress who was giving him such a terrific sucking. For some reason he couldn't explain, watching Bob mightily fuck his wife like a pile-driver gave Brewster even more pleasure.
Brewster thrust his pelvis high into Patty's face, wildly sending his prick even further into Patty's mouth, so far that his cock was hitting the back of her throat. Brewster lost all his inhibitions by now, mumbling to no one in particular, "Yes! Do it! Suck-Suck-Suck! Fuck-Fuck-Fuck! I love it, I love it! More! ... More! Ahhhhh!!" Some talk for such a stuffy and scholarly college professor of philosophy! An hour ago a four-letter word probably would have offended him to no end.
The transition in Amy and Brewster Henry pleased Marie immensely. Of course, she'd expected this to happen.
Brewster Henry came after only a few minutes, sending thick, creaming jet streams of cum spurting into Patty's mouth. She swallowed Brewster's tasty load, which was one of the largest anyone had ever dumped into her throat. After Brewster had ejaculated most of his hot cum, Patty grabbed his cock and stroked it to milk every last drop of cum out of his balls. This done, she licked off his prick, working the tip of her long, pink tongue inside the prick tube as she did so.
At about 2 A.M., Marie, Patty and Bob sorted out the bundle of clothing in the next room and said goodnight to their guests. The Henrys sincerely thanked Marie for the fun and indoctrination she'd arranged for them. Originally Marie had planned to stop by the one-way mirror for a look to see what effect the new sexual horizons had on the Henrys. But she didn't bother to look-not because she was too tired, but because she knew the answer without resorting to use of the voyeuristic device. That's how obvious the Henry's change in attitude had been! They'd be fucking the rest of the night.
Patty and Bob still nude with their clothing carried under their arms, went off to their separate servant's quarters. Marie retired to her master bedroom on the second floor.
As she basked in a relaxing hot bath, Marie thought of many things. With the passage of time, she was becoming more and more convinced that the life-style of her estate was the closest thing to a utopia that could be attained in this modern, highly-developed society. She realized that it was impossible to completely avoid the repressive nature of contemporary Western civilization; but she was sure that this life was the best approach available within the circumstances.
Marie was proud that life at her place, under her personal guidance and leadership, was far from degenerate. She knew that the mostly narrow-minded outer world would violently disapprove of what was going on-they would never give themselves a chance to understand. Thinking about the way "straight society" would react if they only knew the truth made her cringe.
With the warm water massaging her weary body, Marie knew any form of authority would only focus on the sexual practices and consider them dirty and immoral. In truth, the sexual freedom represented only one aspect of an alternative life-style that embodied freedom in every aspect of human conduct-not just the sexual.
What was equally important to Marie was the growing number of artists who flocked to small, obscure Finchley, Massachusetts, to paint, play musical instruments, write poetry, and indulge in expressing themselves creatively and freely. It was truly becoming a sort of artists' colony, just as Marie had envisioned. There was even an underground film-maker in attendance one weekend.
The vibrations were very good for Marie, the staff and her ubiquitous guests-they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted to do it. The seclusion of the estate afforded an opportunity to practice nudism, which almost everyone took advantage of. Occasionally, girls would wear the bottom part of a bikini out of bashfulness, but they usually joined the others in a return to the natural state of total undress.
Marie made sure that her guests would fit into the free environment and wouldn't cause trouble for anyone else. For example, if one couple wanted to screw under water in the pool, she wanted to make sure that the others sunning or painting by the edge of the pool wouldn't do anything to bother them or to detract from their pleasure in any way.
Only one unfortunate incident had taken place during Marie's few weeks' occupancy. And it turned out not to be as serious as Marie thought it was at the time of the accident. What happened was that a nymphomaniac friend of Patty's damaged her uterus by shoving a croquet mallet up her cunt. Marie was mystified by the fact that she used such a crude device when there were so many well-hung, horny young pricks available.
Incidentally, Marie named the estate "Ramrod." This was a particular appropriate name because of the tall, straight trees in the forest surrounding the acreage. But it had a second meaning, also, that amused Marie-it also was a reference to the conditions of the pricks on the guys who visited the palatial county residence.
Through recounting past pleasures, Marie got out of the bath and toweled herself dry. Nude, she flopped into bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marie wearily staggered downstairs to eat breakfast. She had little time to eat because she had overslept and then taken too much time putting on her makeup. Besides she hardly cared about getting something to eat; she was much more interested in getting away from home and her nagging parents.
When Marie arrived in the little pantry, between the kitchen and dining room, she was disgusted that her father had his head buried in the financial pages of the morning newspaper, and he muttered a solemn "good morning" to Marie without even looking up at her. This was typical of the way the Anderson family (not including Marie) would go through the motions of being a closely-knit and loving family, without having the emotional commitment to back it up.
But, surprisingly enough, Marie got along with her father better than with her mother. It wasn't that her father was so kind and understanding, but because she and her mother were positively unable to communicate. They were always feuding.
Marie was convinced that her mother was suffering from a serious emotional problem. She complained that her clock-radio was staring at her when she got up in the morning. She took vast quantities of diet pills to get herself going during the day; then she needed barbiturates to get to sleep at night.
In between these self-administered druggings, she'd drink all day long. She constantly was suffering from mysterious diseases that her doctors were unable to diagnose. Mrs. Anderson also displayed frequent outbursts of temper, which followed her accusations that Marie and her older brother and younger sister were plotting against her. Of course, these "plots" bore no relation to reality-they were only the delusions and fantasies of a very disturbed mind.
So life at home for Marie was far from conducive to peace and harmony during adolescence. It was not an environment in which youthful Marie could handle the problems of maturation without difficulties. Most of these pressures were caused by the lack of guidance at home; her parents were simply incapable of helping Marie meet and cope with the difficulties of growing up.
Even though her house was not a home, Marie did well in school. Her marks were good because she was very intelligent and could excel even without studying as much as her less-bright classmates had to. And she was popular-very popular, especially with the boys, every one of which was dying to get in her cunt.
Up to her junior year, Marie's sexual experiences had been quite typical for her age: hand-holding, necking, kissing and petting. Like others her age, she had wondered about the mysteries of sex, but had no real first-hand knowledge of it.
But in her junior year, Marie became a cheerleader, got to know more of her fellow students, and began to socialize more. The cheerleaders and the football team often traveled together and got to know each other quite well.
Now, all the high school studs were after tasty, shapely Marie. She found herself spending much of her time resisting their advances. But there was one guy Marie was curiously attracted to: Jerry Miller, the quiet reserved Negro star halfback on the football team. He was one of only a few Negroes in the high school. He seemed to be a Negro who "knew his place" even though he was well liked, even to the point of being on the student council; but Marie had seldom spoken with him, except to exchange mere pleasantries. The more she watched him, the more she wanted to get to know him.
One winter evening, Marie's high school held their annual sport's award banquet to celebrate the recent successful football season that Fall. The cheerleaders attended and Jerry received the team's Most-Valuable-Player Award.
After the speeches and presentations marked the end of the ceremonies, Marie, alone, got into her Caddy fastback to drive home. As she slowly pulled out of the parking lot, she noticed Jerry walking home. He too was alone.
For some reason, Marie's impulses told her to offer the star halfback a ride. She drove over to the curb, rolled down the window, and said to Jerry, "Want a ride? It's awfully cold to be walking home."
Jerry, slightly surprised by the offer, said, "Oh, that's okay. I don't have far to go, anyway. But thanks, Marie," he quietly replied.
"Don't be silly," countered Marie. "I assure you, it's no trouble at all. Now get in!" she added, while reaching over to open the door on the passenger's side.
Jerry, seeing how insistent Marie was, got in the car. Marie suggested they go for a drive.
She explained that this was the only way they could get to know each other on a really personal level; if they were seen together anywhere, the gossip about the racial and sexual implications would be unbearable.
Besides Marie's parents would have a fit if they found out she was seeing a Negro.
They were typical upper-class snobs, with strong old-fashioned racial prejudices.
Jerry was very apprehensive about being with Marie. A Negro in a predominantly white high school in a conservative community could never allow himself to forget the potential problems that the innocence of a relationship with a white girl (especially Marie!) could produce. There was little overt racial tension, but he knew it wouldn't take much to touch off an explosive major scandal. Marie sensed this nervousness in Jerry and tried to calm him.
"Don't worry, Jerry. We won't be seen. I know where we can go," she assured him and headed the Caddy out toward an isolated dirt road. On the drive to their outpost, Marie and Jerry talked about life, their respective problems, and got along very well.
At their destination, Marie parked the car in among some thick, dense, trees overhanging and doused the lights. They were finally completely alone. Marie left the radio on, but switched from a loud Rock station to some soft "mood" music.
They talked for a few more minutes. Marie was being overcome by an urge to touch and love this boy who had fascinated her for so long. She leaned over to him and put her head on his broad muscular chest.
Jerry flinched a bit and said, "Now, wait a minute. I ... I don't know if this is such a good idea. This could bring a lot of trouble for both of us."
"I think people should be allowed to express their honest feelings for each other. Don't you?" Jerry nodded. "And that ought to include us, right?" Jerry nodded again and then circled his arms around Marie.
She looked up into his brown eyes; their lips met in a gentle tender kiss. Jerry tightened his embrace. Passion began to flow between both of them-society's strict limitations were melting away and were soon forgotten, as Jerry's tongue penetrated through Marie's open lips. Their mouths became one fiery, twisting pit of darting tongues and caressing lips.
Their clinch became even tighter and their bodies became plastered against one another. Valerie felt rushes of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known as Jerry began to feverishly explore her virgin body.
The well-built young Negro put his strong hand inside her blouse, and then slipped inside her bra, cupping her round, young titties.
Marie becoming carried away with her strong silent partner, pushed him away for an instant, so she could unhook her bra.
She returned quickly to Jerry's even more passionate rubbing of her tits. Her nipples hardened as he bent to plaster kisses fervently on her tits, lifting them with both hands, and marveling at their grace and beauty.
Marie, now laying atop Jerry's sprawled athletic body, could feel the hardness of his prick pushing against her cunt. Jerry continued massaging Marie's tits as she struggled to position herself upon him so that the long, hungry prick could push in at her hot, young pussy. Her skirt became pushed up to her waist, baring her smooth young thighs; Marie began to slowly slide her prone body along Jerry's powerful and hard black fuck-muscle. Doing this made her cunt area start to throb, gyrate and ache for his touch. Raptures of delight unknown to Marie were shooting through her horny body, making her want Jerry to take her.
Breathing grew heavy as the lovers panted their heated affection for each other. Marie whispered warm tonguing professions of her love into Jerry's ear.
His hands left her tits and slid down the length of her virgin body and grasped Marie's ass cheeks under her filmy, white panties. With this, she could no longer stand to have his trousers intervening between his prick and her throbbing cunt. She slipped a hand under her body and unzipped him. Out popped a huge, black, hard-on-she wondered how a prick so huge could ever fit inside her!
She gripped his bony, stiff cock in her dainty white fist and stroked it, up and down, up and down. Feelings of sheer joy swept through Jerry; he slid off her panties and stuck his hand into her brown growth of pubic hair.
His probing finger found her wet clitoris; the touch made Marie spread her thighs to give him more room; Jerry eagerly slipped his finger up Marie's warm pussy, driving her wild with delight.
Then that one magic moment in life had arrived! With his strong arms, Jerry lifted Marie upwards so that her spread legs were straddling his black prick and balls in the cramped front seat of the car. He guided the round head of his great, hard fuck-stick so that it nestled against her tight, pink cunt-lips.
Marie quivered about wildly with pleasure unable to keep her leaping and throbbing body still. Jerry's great strength settled her, his hands firmly held her round asscheeks still so he could aim his prick up her young white hot pussy.
Marie felt pain as the marvelous black prick began to slide up her wet cunt-her breathing halted and she cried out with pain and pleasure, as his cock worked into her, inch by inch. Then with one tremendous masculine thrust, Jerry penetrated her twat completely, erasing her tender cherry that lay in his path.
After a few strokes, the pain subsided. Marie fell into the-rhythm with Jerry, their bodies flying at one another in sexual frenzy.
Marie, loving this more than she had dreamed she ever could, murmured, "Ohhh! Yes! Yes! Give it to me, hard! Hard! Fuck Me! Oh! ... I love it!!"
The thrashing young bodies drove to a rapid climax. Jerry, his huge prick making piston-like powerful thrusts into her young soft body, could contain himself no longer. He unleashed his flood of Negro cum into her deep heaving cunt. Their bodies slowed as her cunt lips drained every last drop of cream from his black rod.
Afterward, Marie lay there half unconscious overcome by the ecstasy of her first fuck. Later they took considerable time cleaning up the cum, blood and cunt juice from the seat of the car.
Driving home, Marie realized she'd found something that could make all the trivia and hypocrisy of her adolescence worthwhile. Sex could compensate for all the bad things in life. It involved a release of passionate feelings and tense frustrations that would, in the years to follow, give her reason to go on living.
Luckily, Marie didn't get pregnant from that first fuck with Jerry. But she began taking pills, wisely avoiding the horror of an unwanted pregnancy. She continued these secret rendezvous with Jerry, even though she was getting laid with a variety of partners. Jerry after all had been the first and his black prick did things to her that no one else's could. They were careful when seeing each other, and the public was none the wiser.
Marie was getting a lot of different cocks inside her, but she wasn't a promiscuous girl. It was just that she enjoyed several lovers instead of only one; she was sure that her girlfriends only screwed one guy at a time only because that was all their consciences and guilt feelings could stand. But Marie was the only one she knew who was truly free. The repressive nature of society wasn't going to limit her fun!
She got increasingly proficient at the art of fucking as her experience grew with the passage of time. She was introduced to the glories of mouth-fucking in her senior year.
It happened at first when she was parking on a warm September evening with Dave, who was three years older than she and attended the state university. They were making out on a blanket spread on the ground near the parked car. Dave had almost all of Marie's clothes off-all except her panties-and he was completely nude.
In the dim moonlight, Marie was admiring his big, hard prick and well-hung balls. She ran her fingers through his wiry, dark pubic hair, stroked his mighty hard-on, and delicately let his balls slide and float through the palms of her hands. She loved to play with balls!
She had Dave turned on to the point where after he had pulled off her panties, he began kissing her on her upper thighs and in the pubic hair engulfing her anxious, wet pussy.
Marie was confused, as she absorbed the delight of his tonguing, licking and kissing her way down there. She'd just expected him to stick that nice ten-inch cock up her cunt and ball away. "What the...? Dear, I'm ... What are you doing down there?" she asked him.
Dave decided actions spoke louder than words, especially when it came to eating Marie's tasty-smelling young cunt. As he licked her pink cunt lips and lapped at her clitoris, Marie could only throw her head back in utter ecstasy. This was incredible! He worked his tongue right up into her twat and rapidly licked away.
After a few wild minutes, this was all she could stand. She came with a furious stream of cloudy cunt juice pouring thickly out of her into Dave's waiting mouth. Marie felt so satisfied she thought it was like falling through space toward a dizzying foam landing.
After he was through licking her box dry, Marie gathered herself a little and thanked him with words. He told her that there was a way she could thank him and love him with her mouth, like he had done so wonderfully to her. She gave him a quizzical look. "Take me in your mouth, and suck on me, long and hard. French me, Marie," he replied. He put the instructions in few words since he wanted her to blow him so badly. Marie was willing!
Dave was flat on his back with a mammoth hard-on projecting skyward and begging for attention.
Marie went down on him. She fingered through his nuts and his hair. She slowly started to kiss the smooth, round head on the tip of his beautiful prick, while still exploring with her free hand-she brushed across the opening of his hairy asshole.
Her love for his prick with her mouth got more intense. She dragged her long, wet tongue up and down the entire length of his prick. Dave was getting turned on to one end, and this pleased Marie immensely and gave her the impetus to suck him off and take his huge dong all the way into her mouth.
She gingerly grasped the head of his prick in her hands and let her mouth fall on it, enclosing he; lips all the way around it. She began sucking it slowly, taking more and more of his rock-hard manhood into her mouth. As she did so, Marie expertly tongued his prick and sucked it at the same time.
Dave was encouraging her. Through clenched teeth, he said, "Ah, yes! That's it ... Wow! You're doing fine! Keep it up!"
She was now sucking wildly away on his prick and she was enjoying it! Her sucking got more and more furious and Dave knew he was going to shoot in her mouth before long.
When he did, the entry of the spurts of hot, gooey cum in her mouth took Marie by surprise. If she'd had time to think about it, she probably would have elected not to have him cum in her mouth-but this was the best, because his sperm tasted amazingly good to Marie! She liked to keep sucking away as he dumped his creamy load into her mouth.
Dave looked with admiration as Marie swallowed every bit of his cum, concentrating to make sure she got every last drop. This girl has an amazing talent to satisfy, thought Dave to himself.
So, in one evening, Marie had been introduced to even more sexual pleasures. She knew from then on that having her cunt eaten and sucking cock like that were definitely going to have to be a permanent part of her repertoire.
'In this way, Marie's experience in the fine art of sex continued to broaden. She was very cautious and used good judgment in her sexual relations during those high school years. By carefully arranging the circumstances of her lustful acts, Marie never got the reputation of a "whore" and no one suspected that she was practicing adult love at her young age. In fact, Marie was remarkably mature about sex for a girl her age. She was aware of the crises and heartaches that could develop; so she managed to avoid them.
In later years, Marie was able to look back on her high school sexual activities and realize their great value. If it hadn't been for sex, she knew she might have dropped out of school, committed suicide, or suffered a nervous breakdown, considering how troubled her home life was.
After she graduated from high school and entered college, Marie was "graduated to even more advanced and unusual sexual activities.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although the college she attended was basically staid and stuffy, there were more students who shared Marie's free approach to sex than there were at high school. In the first part of her freshman year, while other girls were homesick, Marie felt just the opposite-she delighted in being away from her troubled home and up-tight parents.
Her first contact with bizarre sexual practices came through an upper classman she had been dating at a nearby men's college. Jack was also the president of a fraternity and he asked Marie and some other girls to take part in one aspect of a fraternity initiation.
The college men to be initiated were freshman, some of whose sexual experience was very limited. Unknown to them, entry to the fraternity of their choice would involve practicing group sex!
Marie and the other girls, Veronica and Melissa, arrived at the appointed time and place: 2 A.M. at a motel. Jack greeted them and showed them into the room where the dozen or so candidates for fraternity admission sat blind-folded. All they wore were jock straps. They, of course, had no idea what little fun and games Jack and the pledge masters had cooked up for them.
Jack whispered the instructions to the girls. Marie, Veronica and Melissa nodded their understanding of the scheme to Jack.
As soon as the bewildered pledges had their blindfolds taken off, the girls undressed right before their unbelieving eyes. The young men gaped at the girls and sprung hard-ons in no time.
Like Marie, Veronica and Melissa had fantastic bodies. Veronica had long, blonde hair and fine, hard-nippled tits. But her one distinguishing characteristic was a growth of blonde pubic c hair that seemed to be twice as thick and twice as expansive as the normal woman's.
Melissa was a short girl with a frail, but shapely petite body. But her tits were incredibly large and stuck right out with hardly any droop at all. The way those knockers projected outward seemed to be in defiance of the law of gravity!
When they'd gotten undressed, the girls lay down on the big double bed, side by side on their backs. Almost like well-trained dancers, they spread their legs and hiked up their knees in unison. The pledges were given permission to remove their jock straps so their hard-ons wouldn't be restricted by the elastic material. They were horny, all right, but they were also very skeptical and nervous about what was going to happen next.
Jack barked orders at them: "Okay, men, line up in height formation and prepare to chow down!" They did as they were told. Some felt very self-conscious and scared, Marie noted with some amusement. They tried to keep from staring at the three juicy cunts spread before them, but the looks out of the corner of their eyes weren't fooling anyone.
At Jack's signal, a procession of cunt lappers started a march that took them, one after the other, crawling across the bed and then to the end of the line. Of course, they had to kiss the three cunts as they passed.
Each pledge did this and then on the second pass, they had to suck each of the three cunts, and tongue them out and bury their faces in there on the third pass. Jack was making sure that there was no cheating by the hesitant ones.
A few of the pledges dove into the twats with considerable eagerness. But most showed that the pungent odor and sharp taste of cunt was alien to them. Some showed brief signs of nausea and others regarded this as a very ominous and demanding request just to get into a fraternity. But by the third pass, all had made the adjustment and were enjoying these lovely, wet pussies.
In fact, by the third pass, there was even some shoving and pushing to fight to get ahead of one another in the waiting line. A few of the pledges had to be told to get their tongue out of the buffet of cunts because they were taking too long!
The girls, by this time, were reacting with increasing passion. Never before had they undergone the unique pleasure of having so many different styles of oral love deluged between their spread legs. When Jack saw that the girls were starting to pulsate and really go wild, he announced that the pledge who made one of the three girls cum, got to fuck that one! Each pledge was allowed to gnaw on each cunt for 30 seconds before he moved on in line and let the man behind him try his tongue.
The girls came in due time (Marie was first) and rewarded the three men who sent them to their climaxes. After these three pledges were satisfied and had shot their loads of cum into Marie, Veronica and Melissa, they were eliminated from the competition.
After they retired to the sidelines, the oral assaults on the three cunts continued without them.
The game went on like this until every young pledge had screwed one of the girls-and to earn the right to stick his hot prick into one of the luscious, hairy twats, one had to make a girl cum in his mouth. So, except for the first three successful cunnilinguists, a pledge had to lick deep into a cunt that was wet with not only natural cunt juice but also the sperm of one or more of his buddies!
After the ritual had ended with one poor freshman left alone to eat the three pussies for 30 seconds each before finally making Veronica cum (and then screwing her), all the participants lay exhausted. The air in the cramped single room was so thick with the aroma of wet cunts that Marie thought she could cut it with a knife.
It was a heavily-perfumed atmosphere so concentrated that several of the weary pledges appeared to actually be intoxicated with it!
This orgy led to many others in the months and years following. Marie became accustomed to blowing one man and getting eaten at the same time, or sitting on a guy's face while another girl rode his prick. Or sitting on the prick or sucking it while another girl draped her pussy on the guy's face.
Besides group sex, Marie and her college friends got screwed in every conceivable position; they even were taught the sophisticated sexual use of that other God-given human orifice-the asshole.
This opened up another entire Pandora's Box of sexual variation.
Sex was not the only aspect of Marie's relations with the opposite sex during these college years. She was also able to establish lasting and meaningful relationships that focused on intellectual areas of endeavor.
The high point of Marie's college career came during a very special party her senior year. It was to take place in a secret room adjacent to the furnace area in the basement of a fraternity house. Only the members of the fraternity knew about the secret room, which was hidden by a camouflaged sliding panel-and these members were, of course, sworn to secrecy. So the secret underground room provided an area of complete privacy, in the midst of a crowded academic community. By her senior year, Marie had joined an informal group of men and women who shared the same sexual desires.
The word-of-mouth invitation specified that the party-goers were to arrive in old clothes, because the party would be a rather messy affair. It was entitled, "The Cake and Cream Affair." Only a few of the party's planners knew what that meant, but the rest had a pretty good idea.
After all the guests had made their surreptitious entry and the secret room had been sealed off from the outer world, Rock music began to blare and revolving multi-colored lights bathed the room in a fantastic rainbow-like splendor. Everyone began dancing, some in couples and others linking arms in groups.
The intensity of the music, motion, and lights cast a hypnotic yet frenzied pall throughout the room. The college men and women were being transformed into a modern tribe-one of the early forms of the hippie communes.
As the pace increased, people began to throw off articles of clothing whenever the urge possessed them. Before long, several naked bodies emerged among the dancing throngs. Tits bounced around furiously as they flopped with the beat of the music and were no longer restricted by bras.
After a half hour of wild dancing, everyone was completely nude. The students had thrown off their clothes without interrupting the furious dancing-pants, blouses, underwear, bras, and sweaters were littered about the room. The perpetual flailing about of arms and legs in performance of the campus tribal rite produced a sweaty film on the thrashing naked bodies that glowed eerily, depending on what color light was hitting it.
Finally the band stopped playing (the musicians were naked too!) and the tired dancers settled to the floor to relax and enjoy whatever was programmed to happen next.
A roll of the drums signalled the introduction of the party's object of worship. Incredibly enough, two men were rolling in a huge mountain of ice cream that was perched on a platform with wheels. The ice. cream was piled at least four feet high and was a yard or so in diameter.
The stunned group began to applaud and cheer as soon as the Everest of ice cream was unveiled. Screams of surprise and approval emanated from the cast of nude men and women.
Immediately plastic spoons were passed around to everyone. They surrounded the ice cream and crowded together as they dipped their spoons into the refreshingly frigid and delicious mound. People were reaching around each other's bodies in order to taste all the different flavors mixed into the massive display of cool, tasty pleasure.
Within a few minutes, the college kids were abandoning their spoons and using their hands to grab the ice cream. Inevitably, some were smearing the cool ice cream on their naked, sweaty bodies-the feeling was sensational! The practice spread to the point where every person there was smearing and spreading ice cream all over himself and on every body within reach.
The lights continued throughout, but now the music, which had stopped for the introduction of the ice cream, started up again. It accompanied a swirling pile of lying, kneeling, crawling and groping ice cream-covered, naked bodies.
Marie was in the thick of it all. She felt someone reach over and deposit a hefty fistful of ice cream smack into her crotch. The chilly feeling against her sensitive cunt lips, asshole, and tender thighs sent wild shivers streaking through her body.
The head of the ice cream donor followed the ice cream and the man's lips and tongue began devouring the ice cream from her cunt. His tongue licked the delicious stuff from between Marie's pink, moist cunt lips. The sensations of both the ice cream and the massaging tongue were almost too much for her-she thought she'd explode with glee!
At the same time, Marie grabbed a handful of strawberry ice cream and plopped it on someone else's hard prick. She then proceeded to suck the ice cream right off the prick; to do this, of course, she had to take the entire length of the stiff, bony rod into her mouth.
Everyone else was engaging in similar practices. One of the most popular practices, it turned out, was an ice cream fuck-after insertion of ice cream up a cunt, a hard cock followed to produce the most fantastic hot-and-cold feeling, lubricating the sliding and plunging of prick into pussy.
Amid the piercing music and colored flashing lights, people were cuming left and right. The sour taste of creamy sperm and cunt excretions, mixed with the sweet ice cream flavors in people's mouths. In the dim light, the interlocking pile of naked, ice-cream coated bodies was a sight to behold!
Finally, the fucking, sucking, tonguing, and just plain thrashing about in the cold, creamy refreshment drew to a close. Besides being sexually satisfied many times over, people began to get themselves together because the ice cream, at room temperature for over two hours, had almost melted.
The ice cream that wasn't licked away was washed away in a large makeshift tub of water. From there, the exhausted Cake and Ice Cream Celebrants dried off, dressed, and wandered off in couples or small bands to spend the rest of the night at student apartments or motel rooms.
This extremely unusual type of entertainment was the best time Marie had in her college years. But it was only one of the countless sexual activities that enriched that period of her life. Bizarre practices, although never quite identical in form, were rather routine for Marie's group.
For these students, unusual sexual practices were illustrative of the maturity and emotional freedom for self-expression that marked Marie's closely-knit, compatible group.
CHAPTER SIX
One day Marie notified Patty that she'd hired a local boy to clean the Ramrod stable in the afternoons. His name was Mickey and he went to school in Finchley.
On the afternoon of the following day, Patty wandered out by the stable to see if the new worker was there. She approached from behind the stable, hoping to get a good look at him without being seen herself. And sure enough, there he was!
Patty peered at him from behind a tree not far from the hay pile next to the old, rickety stable. Mickey was preparing hay for the ponies, pitching it over his shoulder. He appeared to be about 16 years old, and in his baggy overalls and white T-shirt he looked like a typical Nebraska farm boy, even though this was rural Massachusetts.
Sneaking closer to get a better look at Mickey, Patty marveled at the rippling muscles on his hard-working body. Though he was tall and slender, the way he tossed the huge pitchfork loads over his shoulder indicated to spying Patty that he was very strong.
She devised an odd but effective way of getting to meet him. Patty unbuttoned and slipped off her blouse, exposing her firm breasts and proud, hard nipples. Off came the pants also-but she decided to leave her thin, nearly transparent, white bikini panties on. For now, anyway.
Before making her grand entrance, Patty ran her fingers down along her slender body. She looked down as she cupped her fine tits and admired them.
Leaving the rest of her clothes back near the clearing, Patty started an innocent, leisurely stroll that was calculated to take her right past the spot where young Mickey was busily laboring. A light, summer breeze lifted the locks of her flowing black hair.
Patty was shaking her ass as much as she could. Her eyes met his-Mickey's eyes seemed to pop right out of his head when he saw the half-naked beauty before him.
She went into her act. Giving an expression of horror, Patty crossed her arms over her chest and cried, "Oh, my God! Who are you?"
Mickey responded to Patty's embarrassment with greater embarrassment and guilt of his own. Patty arranged the confrontation in such a way that the poor kid would think he had done something wrong. This gave Patty the advantage.
"Uh ... er ... I'm sorry, Miss. Misss ... ah ... Anderson hired me to, uh, work here. Gee ... I'm awful sorry," Mickey stammered to her in explanation for "intruding" on her privacy. All the while, Mickey couldn't keep from staring at Patty's beautiful body.
"I see," replied Patty. "I wish Miss Anderson had told me. I often sun bathe out here in the nude because it's a secluded area where no one can see me. But I guess that's no longer true."
As she talked, Patty walked slowly over to where Mickey was standing. As she drew closer, he gaped at her even more. They introduced themselves and made some small talk, Patty leading the conversation and Mickey still very nervous. After they'd spoken for a few minutes, Patty casually dropped her arms to her side, exposing her bare tits.
Mickey couldn't conceal his excitement that arose in his prick over being face-to-face with this tall, slender brunette who was just standing there with her bare tits showing and her bush hair visible through the bikini panties. This had never happened to him before!
Patty could see that his prick was big and very hard. He couldn't disguise or suppress the sizable bulge that projected outward against his overalls from his crotch. Looking down at his hard-on, Patty said to him with a faint smile, "Mickey, I do believe that you think I'm pretty, don't you?"
Her directness surprised him even more. "Urn ... ah, yeah, sure," he replied.
Patty stepped closer to him and reached out to touch his hard, young prick. "I guess I've given you a pretty hard cock," Patty said. When she touched his prick, he thought he might cum in his pants.
She rubbed his hot prick once again, then said, "You don't mind if I have a look at your rod, do you, Mickey? You probably need to be jerked off. I can't leave you frustrated, can I? That wouldn't be right." Mickey said absolutely nothing to all this-he just stood there in disbelief.
Reaching up to slip the overall straps from his shoulders, Patty dropped his pants to his ankles. Then his underpants. She had him sit down on the haystack.
Mickey was hornier than he'd ever been in his life! Patty teased him by lightly stroking his eight-inch man-sized hard-on and fondling his balls.
"Mickey, something must be done. I can't in good conscience just ignore that fine, bony cock of yours. Has anyone ever sucked your cock?" she inquired.
"Nope," he gasped.
"Would you like me to?" she asked.
"Yup!"
Patty bent down to his hard, teenaged erection and kissed and licked it. Mickey threw his head back and shook his hips out of control. He was going out of his mind!
She then covered .the head of his prick with her wet mouth and began to suck his clean, powerful prick. After only about five sucking strokes, young Mickey was incapable of holding himself back any longer-he shot his thick, creamy load of cum into her mouth. It came fast and the spurts were very forceful-almost as if he had a nozzle on the end of his prick!
Patty eagerly sucked away until he'd shot every drop of his innocent, pure, sticky cum into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it; there was something different about the taste of his cum-it seemed richer and more delicious to her than the sperm of most men.
After experiencing the greatest and most thrilling feeling of his life, Mickey, satisfied, lay back in pleasure and disbelief. He didn't say a word. His prick had softened and he thought that, no matter how risky doing all this may be, he had to have more of it!
Patty got to her feet and asked Mickey when he'd be working at the stable. They agreed to meet again the following day. Licking her lips, Patty said goodbye and walked away, shaking her round ass at him.
The blow job, of course, had an incredible impact on Mickey. He jerked off twice that night just thinking about Patty's fantastic body and the way she got down and sucked his prick with her mouth.
In school the next day, it was all Mickey could think about. He was hard all day long in class. During lunch hour, he just had to tell his friend, Andy, about what had happened out at the Anderson place. Andy didn't believe him at first, but then the detailed description convinced him. The story made Andy hard also, and he asked Mickey if he could go with him this afternoon. "Please, please," he begged of him.
Patty was delighted to see that Andy had come along. But she stressed that under no conditions could anyone else know about what was going on-that could lead to considerable trouble. The boys promised not to tell anyone.
On this day, Patty wore a very brief bikini which she took off after meeting Andy. This was the first time Mickey had seen her completely naked. She told them to take off their clothes too, which they did, after Andy showed signs of reluctance.
Naturally, these two young virgin boys were as hard as hard could be. Both their pricks were as long and thick as that of any well-hung man, Patty hungrily thought to herself.
First, she sucked sandy-haired Andy's prick. He came about as soon as Mickey had the day before. And, like Mickey's thick, gooey cum, Andy's had that special quality. There was definitely something better about young cum! It was like the difference between tap water and spring water.
While Patty was sucking off Andy and swallowing his tremendous, steamy load, Mickey was feeling her tits somewhat crudely. But Patty appreciated the powerful lust that possessed these kids. She liked the idea of having the very first crack at their virginity-they were so pure and uncorrupted!
After finishing with Andy for the time being, Patty turned to Mickey. "Would you like to feel me down there, too?" she asked. Mickey nodded agreement quickly-he now trusted Patty completely.
Neither of the boys had ever touched a cunt before. Mickey's finger cautiously explored Patty's dense black pussy hair and finally reached down enough to discover the magic slit between her legs. The wetness surprised him! Patty spread her legs more. Mickey responded by getting his fingers right into her cunt, stroking the pink clitoris and running his finger around the perimeter of her cunt lips.
Patty was responding with passion that grew as Mickey plunged his fingers deep into her fiery pussy. She was now jerking him off; then she bent to suck his massive, proud prick.
But she stopped before he came this time. She pulled the great length of him slowly out of her warm mouth and guided it, using it as a leash, around and over to her twat. Lying down and spreading her shapely legs all the way to open those glistening, pink cunt lips, she pushed the ripe head of his prick against her waiting, hot cunt.
"Fuck me, Mickey!" she panted. "Get your big, young cock all the way up me! Really give it to me!" He did as he was told.
Mickey hungrily mounted her. He looked very boyish but his prick was educated! Patty helped him a little by reaching down and kept the lively head of his prick against her greasy opening as he pushed his way in.
For the first time, Mickey fucked Patty like a wild animal! His great prick drove all the way to the depths of Patty's cunt with lightning-quick plunges. There was no sophistication or subtlety to his love-making-just pure, driving, machine-like fucking power! She appreciated this; it was the most intense, hardest, and most furious screwing she'd had in years!
Andy watched the heaving, thrashing bodies meshing together. It fascinated him-he was hard all over again from watching his friend Mickey's long prick sliding in and out of this older lady's neat cunt.
Finally Mickey exploded inside Patty. He shot the spurting jets of his cum deep into Patty's cunt, sending tremors through both their bodies. She clenched her arms around his lower back and asscheeks even tighter as his cock released its cream into a woman for the first time.
Mickey finally pulled out of Patty and lay on the ground dazed and weary. Even Patty, although a veteran in sex, was pretty damn exhausted herself from the wild fucking young Mickey had given her!
After catching her breath, she got Andy to jerk her off so that she could cum too. She later gave each of her two "pupils" a blow job before they left. She especially enjoyed sucking Mickey off because she could taste the faint residue of her own cunt juice on his prick. This was always something she enjoyed.
Later Patty filled Marie in on her experiences with Mickey and Andy. Her detailed descriptions of the innocent and uncorrupted sexual powers and horniness of the two boys made Marie very excited. She couldn't wait to get a piece of this action.
They decided that the next time the boys dropped by, they'd be brought into the house where they could all fuck in greater comfort.
"To hell with the ponies," said Marie, "We'll be sure they won't starve!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
At the appointed time, the two teenaged boys arrived at Ramrod. As was typical of their age, Mickey and Andy still displayed an air of timidity, despite the fact that they'd been "broken in."
Patty answered the door, invited the youths inside, and had them take a seat. Patty disappeared upstairs to announce their arrival to Marie. Shortly, she came down to greet them, with Patty handling the introductions. Mickey and Andy had only heard about Marie because Mickey had been hired and received his job instructions completely over the telephone.
Both women wore only bathrobes. By "accidentally" letting them fly open as they walked, it was made obvious to the two horny kids that they had not a stitch of clothing on underneath.
After a minimum of bullshit, Mickey and Patty, and Andy and Marie went upstairs to separate bedrooms. The performance in the second floor guest bedroom between Mickey and Patty was virtually a repeat performance of the previous day.
No frills or fancy stuff-just a really good old-fashioned fuck! The purely instinctive and natural way that Mickey drove his prick in and out of Patty's cunt again thrilled her to no end! He was so untamed, like a wild animal who had been taken partly under control.
The scene was similar between Marie and Andy, but not so smoothly functioning due to the fact that they'd just met. Marie had to take special measures to make sure that Andy felt at ease, so that he would really give it to her. After drawing the blinds to nearly darken the room, Marie got Andy to get rid of all his inhibitions. This kid was every bit as good as Patty had advertised.
Not since her high school days had a standard fucking been so enjoyable, thought Marie. Andy showed her one hell of a lot, as he let loose his youthful, lustful energy. His pounding, driving prick plunged so far into the depths of her womanhood with such blinding speed that Marie felt herself beginning to lose control of this wild man!
Marie thought she might black out. She couldn't speak, she was so short of breath. The closed blinds and the flailing bodies made her sweat profusely in the stifling room.
She'd been looking forward to a good screwing, but this was almost too much. Never before had she been so overcome by the fury and power of a single cock; yet at the same time, her pleasure was building to tremendous heights!
Although this was their first time (and Andy was so young!), they came together. Andy expelled a load of cum that had been building in his balls for a long time; sending wave after wave of steamy, thick cum into Marie's throbbing pussy. He shot so much cream into her that she actually overflowed!
Mixing with the flood that ecstatic, nearly insane Marie discharged, along with their sweat, the two naked bodies were so wet they looked like they'd just been underwater. Their thighs, stomachs, and entire crotch regions were sopping wet; and a pretty big puddle had accumulated on the sheet, under the spot where his young cock had been dipping in and out of her ripe cunt.
Exhausted and nicely satisfied, Marie led Andy to a refreshing bath. She poured perfume-scented granules, of bubble bath into the oversized tub. Marie delighted in carefully scrubbing every square inch of Andy's fine adolescent body.
She cleansed his balls, long prick, and even scoured his asshole-something he hadn't expected, but managed to enjoy. By now, Andy was more relaxed than ever and they got along very well.
Marie finally realized that something had been troubling her all along. The fact that Andy and Mickey were so young and innocent was for some reason gnawing at her mind. It wasn't so much that if anyone found out, she would be in very serious trouble-that did concern her, of course-but it was something more.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. Yes, she had been able to enjoy the fantastic screwing he had given her. But behind everything that had transpired, there was a subconscious worry. Relaxing with her young "student" Marie attempted to divorce the troubling impulse from her mind.
Marie and Andy dried each other off, got dressed, and went downstairs. Patty and Mickey had finished their work first and were patiently waiting. They sent the teenaged gigolos on their way, after Marie had given them each a couple of dollars for their time. (They were supposedly working on the grounds and stable at Ramrod.)
Patty was able to go about her business after they left as if nothing had happened. That was the way she was-nothing phased this chick! Marie had often noticed this characteristic in Patty, and had sometimes envied her for it. But, at other times, she appreciated the basic difference between Patty and herself-she was capable of feeling things so much more deeply.
That evening Peter Grant was invited for dinner at Ramrod. He had been a regular visitor at the place ever since his poolside fuck with Marie when she was only contemplating buying the estate. He fit in well with the artistic people that frequented Ramrod as Marie's guests.
But, although he would lie around the pool nude like everyone else, he never seemed to indulge in sex with any other women. He ate Marie's cunt every time he dropped by and usually screwed her; she in turn sucked his prick at every opportunity.
Strangely enough, however, Peter was the only one who had only one sexual partner, Marie noticed; everyone else fooled around with many different people, often at the same time. Perhaps it was that Peter wasn't as emotionally free as the others-maybe something was hanging him up. Or was it something else?
Marie and Peter had a leisurely dinner together, chatting about life in general and the problems of the world around them. Their conversations were always deeper and more meaningful than Peter's discussions with his other well-to-do friends in the Finchley area. He was able to communicate much better with Marie than anyone else he had ever known-she seemed to understand him (and people in general) much better.
Following dessert and cognac, they both took on a pleasant, satisfied glow. Peter took Marie in his arms and kissed her, gently at first and then with great passion. Marie suggested they go upstairs to the comfort and privacy of her spacious bedroom.
Marie closed the door behind them and turned to Peter; he kissed her long and hard, their mouths opening and locking into one, their tongues intertwining and titillating each other.
With his desire rising in his cock, Peter eagerly began unbuttoning the front of her floor-length lounging gown and slipped it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the carpet. He reached behind her to release her bra and caressed the gorgeous tits that fell proudly before him.
He quickly threw off his clothes and took Marie in his strong arms and carried her to the bouncy queen-sized double bed. His massive prick had already increased its size and was very hard and ready for beautiful Marie.
"Oh, darling, I love you so much," Marie professed to him. "I always look forward to whenever I'm going to see you! You do such wonderful things to me!"
"You're very special and important to me, too," he replied. "You're number one to me, Marie, you really are, no matter how trite that may sound." She smiled at him and pulled him down on top of her.
Peter kissed her on the neck, something that always lit a fire in her, and stroked her shapely thighs. He sucked away at the hard, ripe nipples on her smooth titties. As he did so, he slipped her panties down her legs, past her ankles and off, so that both of them lay completely naked in each other's arms.
Peter descended further along Marie's perfect body, feeling around in her thick, red pubic hair. Her legs spread as he touched the clitoris and dabbed at the tender, very sensitive pink lips that defined the lovely split between her legs. His touch sent shivers of delight streaking through her body, making her desire his wonderful prick all the more.
His head began to burrow in between her spread legs. Peter feverishly kissed the white, smooth insides of Marie's thighs and around the expanse of her thick bush. Finally he found her dampening cunt lips with his tongue-the heady whiffs of her cunt smell drew him further into the deep opening.
The penetration of his tongue into her pussy sent Marie into tremors of delight. She threw her lovely head back as his tongue eagerly lapped in and out of her delicious, wet cunt.
With his powerful arms, Peter pulled Marie's round asscheeks over on top of him, never stopping his tongue's wild licking of the inside of her cunt. Marie happily took the hint and rolled her body onto Peter's so that his muscular hard-on was staring her in the face.
As her cunt continued to writhe out of control on Peter's face, Marie grasped his mighty prick and fed it into her loving mouth, a little at a time. She kissed and licked his marvelous cock and played with his nuts as she did so.
Before long, she had the entire length of his great prick in her mouth-she sucked away on it with ever-increasing speed and running her wet tongue along its expanse with every sucking stroke.
Marie and Peter by this time had a well-coordinated sixty-nine going. It was a ritual neither of them ever tired of! Their mutual stimulation ceased before climax, as Peter mounted her hungry body. His rock-hard prick slid neatly into Marie's waiting cunt with almost no resistance.
They locked their arms around each other as their bodies meshed together in furious rhythm.
Marie's fingertips grew white as they strongly pressed into Peter's hairy asscheeks as he plunged his prick into the depths of her hairy cunt.
The gyrations of the two bodies became frenzied; they heaved on each other as their genitals made love. Sensing each other's monumental climb to climax, Marie and Peter came together, their minds wild with ecstasy during the magic moment when he released his spurting cum into her throbbing pussy.
Her love juices met his in confirmation of their wonderful union. After the sticky, heady climax, Marie and Peter's fury subsided and they settled quietly into each other's loving arms.
Peter's prick softened but remained nestled in Marie's cunt during this peaceful period. Only 15 minutes later, Peter's manhood awakened in the warmth of her pussy. His hardening was transmitted to Marie, who was also ready again.
They proceeded to "cum" to life with another great bout of passion and love. Marie and Peter's second flowing climaxes left them wilted, but happy. They lay naked and contented. Eyes closed, Marie sleepily dozed in the strong security of Peter's powerful, loving arms.
One hour later, she awoke to find Peter's eyes gazing directly at hers. This unexpected look automatically produced a tender kiss that once again emphasized the strong feeling between them.
Sensing a singular thought dominating his mind, Marie softly asked of him, "Dear, what are you thinking about?" Her directness slightly caught him off guard.
But he seized the occasion to say what had been uppermost in his mind for the last few weeks. "Marie," he said, "You know I love you very much and I know that you feel the same way about me-all that goes without saying. But ... uh," he paused uncharacteristically, "I've been wanting to ask you to marry me. Will you?"
Peter's proposal absolutely stunned her; it almost knocked her out, it was so entirely unexpected! Her first impulse was to laugh, but she suppressed it, knowing it was inappropriate and would be taken as an offense by Peter. She knew she had to say something to him.
"Well ... wow ... gee," she began, showing how his proposal had stunned her. "I ... I don't know. I do love you, but ... I can't say. What I mean to say is that I've honestly never even thought about it-you really surprised me. I ... I don't know what the hell to say," she explained in her confusion.
By now, Marie was more than wide awake, and all kinds of thoughts were swirling around in her head at the same time. Peter's desire to marry her presented several serious conflicts.
Being married to Peter would be pretty great, she thought, if she was going to get married. Trouble was that she had absolutely no intention of losing her freedom now. Marriage was a thing that was so far in the future for her that she really didn't spend much time thinking seriously about it.
At the same time, she considered the activities that getting married would naturally prohibit: images flashed through her cluttered consciousness. There was the group mouth fucking by the side of the pool. There was the pleasure of having many different pricks to suck on and get fucked by. There was getting it up her asshole by Bob. There was getting her cunt eaten by Patty and other women. There was the lapping of other women's cunts in return. These were just a few of the pleasures she knew that marriage would rule out. Was it worth the price?
Peter's loving voice interrupted her thoughts. "I understand you'll want to think about it for awhile. That's okay with me."
This reprieve was just what Marie needed; she was glad that he had suggested it, so that he wouldn't be hurt by her request to spend some time thinking about the monumental decision.
"I think I'd better mull it over for a while, dear. I am in love with you, but marriage ... well, it's a big decision," she replied.
Peter kindly agreed to this-there wasn't much else he could do! Once again he expressed his love for her and then launched into a soliloquy in which he outlined what a good husband he'd be, how happy their lives would be, and how they'd live happily ever after.
Although all this was very idealistic, Marie could tell by the way he talked that he really meant what he was saying; he wasn't just trying to talk her into marrying him. She appreciated this.
They talked about marriage until the wee hours, but without Peter pressuring her. He knew that doing so would just make Marie treasure her freedom all the more.
Finally, Peter got up, dressed and prepared to leave. Marie remained in bed, lying gloriously nude before him. Peter took the occasion to kiss her good-night right on her furry, pink twat.
Putting one knee on the bed, he bent over and shoved his mouth firmly against her cunt. Marie parted her legs by reflex action as he did so, allowing him to then send his tongue darting into the moist heaven between her willowy legs.
Although she was very tired, Marie strongly responded to his delicate Frenching. Her juices began to flow at once, but after a little more lapping, Peter withdrew from her twat and kissed her passionately on the mouth and then left.
Marie couldn't help but notice the enjoyable flavor of her cunt juice that his tongue had brought to her mouth. This act served to illustrate the dilemma that his marriage proposal had brought: on the one hand, Peter's tonguing of her cunt reminded Marie of the wonderful way he loved her. But, on the other hand, the tangy taste of her own juices that his kiss on the mouth gave her reminded her of all the other pleasures of her life that marriage would take away from her. She had a very difficult decision to make.
For the next several days, Marie's life at Ramrod continued as it had for the entire period of her residence there. She enjoyed all the varieties of love: getting fucked by different people, each one of which gave her slightly unique thrills.
Making love with both men and women, getting eaten, blow jobs, having her asshole sucked and fucked-all these sexual activities in an infinite number of positions and approaches made Marie constantly aware of what all these things meant to her.
Since the proposal, she was aware of the appreciation she had of this diversity.
She realized that they also contributed to her emotional stability and released the urges from deep within her being that made her artistic creativity possible. She just couldn't surrender all these things!
Peter took it well. Marie had worried that he would become either angry or depressed. Instead, he kept his self-control and expressed confidence that she would eventually change her mind.
Marie asked Peter to continue seeing her and still spend his free time relaxing at Tamrod. He agreed to-both their behavior was typical of the maturity that was so instrumental in attracting them to each other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Among the frequent visitors to Ramrod was a girl from Philadelphia who sculpted. Through the introductions of a mutual friend, she had arranged with Marie to spend the month of August at the informal artists' colony into which Ramrod had evolved.
She was younger than most of the others, about 20 or so, but it became readily apparent that she was very mature and experienced for her age. She was a big girl-almost six feet tall, in fact, but her womanly frame was so well proportioned that she remained tremendously appealing. She hadn't an ounce of fat on her, it seemed.
Beverly was very athletic, so much so that she could compete with the men on even terms in tennis and volleyball. Matt, one of the regulars at Ramrod and a close friend of all, probably best described her-one day he referred to her as the "Amazon."
It was an accurate description: she was so large, but so shapely as well. Her hair was chestnut and straight; it flowed down to the small of her back. Her tits were enormous without being fatty, almost 44 inches that matched the great width of her thighs, which were nicely-rounded and very firmly-packed.
In between these gargantuan features was an incredibly tiny waist. Beverly had arrived during the evening and when she appeared at the pool the following afternoon, all eyes stared at her in disbelief.
Not having adjusted to the nudity, she wore a brief bikini that barely concealed her assets. When Matt saw the graceful sway of her ass as she walked, he got a hard-on so quick that he had to take a swim to avoid embarrassment!
Matt was older than most of the resident artists and visitors (about 35) and he was looked up to as the Ramrod "elder statesman," so he introduced himself and the others present to young Beverly, the newcomer.
Her voice was very soft and she said little. Maybe the group nudity is making her ill at ease, thought Matt. So he volunteered to give her a guided tour of the facilities available on Ramrod's spacious grounds. Beverly accepted his invitation.
Matt threw a towel around his midsection and strolled away with Beverly; everyone commented on the Amazon's unbelievable body. She was becoming extraordinarily popular already!
Beverly and Matt were getting to know each other as they walked. He saw that she was a very charming, as well as beautiful girl whose innocence and shyness enhanced her appeal. At least as far as he was concerned!
As they walked through a wooded area, an overhanging twig caught on Matt's towel and pulled it away, exposing his prick and balls to Beverly. Smiling, he feigned embarrassment and started to recover his prick and balls. But Beverly stopped him, saying, "Oh, that's all right. Really, your nakedness doesn't offend me.
Matt kept the towel by his side. "In that case, why don't you also divest yourself of that bathing suit. It doesn't cover up much of you anyway," he joked.
"Good idea," said Beverly. "I never would have bothered with it in the first place if I'd known that nudity was accepted here." Without further ado, Beverly reached behind her back and unhooked the bra of the flowered bikini.
She removed the cups from her titties, allowing them to hang naturally. Matt was amazed-Beverly's knockers were so graceful and they projected so far out, rather than down. The nipples were a very dark red and pointed upward, appropriately compounding the beauty of her gigantic tits. Beverly truly was an Amazon!
Beverly casually slid the bikini panties over her hips, shapely legs, and off: Presto! Matt couldn't believe his eyes, nor his prick which was getting very hard, very fast. The white marks from the bikini on her tits and hips, in contrast to the deep tan on the rest of her dreamy body, made the young sculptress even more appealing.
Her chestnut-red pubic hair was very thick and she had a lot of it, concealing a cunt that Matt knew he had to get into. Her asscheeks were perfectly shaped and stuck way out-her body was the most flawless Matt had ever seen!
He was normally very suave and composed; but Beverly's splendid nudity made him so horny that his emotional rise was obvious. So was the rapid rise of his prick.
Beverly looked at his massive erection and said to him, "Don't be self-conscious. I realize that's a great compliment to me," she added, referring to his hard-on.
"May I touch it, please," Beverly politely asked Matt. The request just about floored him! This was amazing-he'd been thinking that maybe he'd get in her in a few weeks, if he played his cards right-but she was ready.
His pulse quickened so much that he could barely speak. "Sure! Of course!" he finally managed to blurt out.
She gently jerked him off for a few seconds. Then Matt wrapped his arms around her fantastic body and, kissing her on the mouth, forced her down to the grass. She resisted him slightly, but soon returned his kiss.
Matt was kissing and grabbing her with such craving that he was almost mauling young Beverly. He wanted to kiss and eat every part of her perfect body at the same time; it was like he couldn't decide what part of her to kiss and touch, so he tried to get all of her at once. That's how furiously he went at her!
It turned out that Beverly could get just as turned on. When Matt started to flick his tongue at her large nipples and then proceeded to suck on them, the response was like switching on a motor inside Beverly.
When he clapped his hand against her full hairy bush, her giant hips started to rotate and pump up and down. His middle finger probed through her triangle-shaped auburn bush and lingered on her cunt lips for an instant; Matt couldn't toy with her any longer-he pushed her legs apart and ducked his face down between Beverly's long, shapely, tanned stems.
Never before had Matt seen pubic hair so thick. This girl was really one in a million, he thought to himself. He managed to quickly kiss his way through the dense growth to her cunt lips. He gingerly licked at them. Beverly responded by throwing her legs apart all the way with a lurching movement that took half a second.
As Matt wrapped his arms around the heaving thighs, a smell of cunt floating from between those pink cunt lips was so fragrant that it almost knocked him out. Matt had smelled many cunts in his years, but this was the smelliest! He couldn't wait to taste it.
The powerful whiffs of Beverly's unusually large pussy drew Matt's tongue closer. He pushed the entire length of his tongue way into her cunt which was becoming very wet. The size and juiciness of Beverly gave Matt a strange feeling of being in another world, so completely absorbed and excited was he by Beverly's pulsating, warm cunt.
Beverly was out of control by now-she was throbbing and weaving and gasping so much that Matt thought she might take off. Just as he was planning to get his hard, hungry prick up her tasty box, Beverly unexpectedly came.
She let loose an incredible stream of cloudy cunt fluid as she wildly celebrated her fiery orgasm. Matt licked as much of the cum into his mouth as he could, but there was so much of it that some strained through her pubic hair and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
Beverly's juices were the tastiest Matt had ever swallowed. Her slimy fluid tasted like a boatload of fresh fish to him, who couldn't drink enough of it. Still planning to fuck this cunt, Matt didn't cease lapping the walls of Beverly's deep cunt slit, even though she'd just cum.
Before long, he'd gotten Beverly just as excited and he stopped eating her before she dumped another river of cum into his mouth. He quickly drove his prick into her; she was so wet that it slid in very easily.
By the third stroke, Matt's huge hard-on was striking the very depths of Beverly's warm, wet pussy. His fucking thrusts sent her into an even wilder frenzy of movement; porking this Amazon was like riding her electric, vibrating cunt at the same time, thought delirious Matt.
Within five minutes, Matt had built to a climax so forceful that he couldn't possibly hold back. He released such a thick load of his hot cream deep into Beverly that it was the type of load he shot 10 years earlier. He felt like Beverly had made his balls come up with a quart of gooey cum.
The spurting rushes of cum flooding into her deep cavity made Beverly cum again. Her young juices met his and the meeting produced a smell that was like an orchestra serenading the two weary lovers. Matt was physically satisfied as he lay on top of Beverly, but his mind was already contemplating eating and fucking this lovely young woman again ... and again ... and again!
Finally, they got up off the grass. Matt realized that if they were gone too long, the others would know what was happening, especially when they saw that Beverly was naked also. And if they knew, they'd want her too. Matt would prefer to keep Beverly all to himself by having the competition think that the young creature couldn't be had. With this in mind, Matt carefully wiped the sex juices off their bodies, so as to not provide telltale signs about what happened on the "guided tour."
But Matt had no such luck. The sight of Beverly's naked body made everyone want her, man and woman alike. For example, Patty almost came in her pants when she laid her eyes on enticing Beverly.
To the surprise of those who saw Beverly the day she arrived at Ramrod, she was a very good sport when it came to adult (Ramrod style, that. is) behavior that some had feared might have offended her.
For example, there was the rainy day that several couples were sitting around the living room playing strip gin rummy. When Beverly had explained before the game began that she really wasn't a very good player, she was flattered that the others urged her to play with even greater enthusiasm after she'd disclosed that fact.
All the players were fully clothed, so it took quite a while before anyone had removed underwear, bras, and other revealing garments. Predictably, though, Beverly was the first to remove her bra, exposing her fantastic titties.
This served to distract other minds from the game, especially men's. Things got ridiculous when Beverly finally had to take off her panties; she sat Indian fashion, displaying her lovely twat. The game got chaotic and the cards became ignored by the horny half-clothed players.
The remaining "players" quickly doffed their remaining clothing and joined Beverly in the nude. Matt and Peter had remarkable hard-ons, the result of a few hours of teasing and temptation.
Marie started blowing Peter and Patty sat on Nick's face, who was a resident body-painter. None of this seemed to upset Beverly, who retained her composure despite the fucking and sucking going on in her presence.
Not only didn't it bother her, but she proceeded to join the fun by going down on Matt. He was quite surprised by this, because to his knowledge this was the first time she'd sucked cock. If this was the first she'd ever sucked cock (she later remarked that it was), she was very good for a beginner.
As young Beverly frenched Matt, he decided to introduce her to another sensation. He reached down along her back and slipped his hand between her huge, firm asscheeks and felt around in the hair until he found her tight little asshole. With circular motions, he poked away at her shithole.
Beverly paused briefly in her determined sucking, curious as to what experienced Matt was up to. When she knew, she helped him by parting her asscheeks a little more-she thought it felt pretty good!
Her asshole muscles loosening with Matt's massaging, allowing him to shove his finger right up her. Meanwhile, she was giving him a fine suck-off: with each stroke she took his entire length deep into her mouth until the head of his prick touched the back of her throat.
And her tongue was doing a very commendable job of licking the underside of his root as her wet lips slid along the tasty prick.
The sensation of Matt cuming in her mouth was really neat, she thought. His sperm, so warm and sticky, tasted better than she imagined it would. The thick cream continued to shoot into her mouth, and when she'd gotten every drop milked out of his spitting cock, she swallowed his load with big gulps.
Matt rewarded her magnificent first blow job by eating her cunt while continuing to finger her asshole. The feeling of only one thin membrane separating the plunging tongue in her cunt from the finger working in her asshole was too good to bear-she came quickly, sending her milky fluid onto Matt's hot tongue.
This was one example of the speed and ease with which young Beverly adopted the mores of the Ramrod group. Another perhaps better example was the time she was sitting on the edge of the pool, nude, of course, dangling her shapely legs in the water.
Tall, black-haired Patty was swimming in the pool as Beverly's dangling legs caught her attention. Patty could see the outline of Beverly's cunt through the rich, stiff auburn pubic hair.
Patty, swimming nude and minding her own business, felt a longing in her twat as she eyed sexy Beverly. She could no longer mind her own business. She swam over to Beverly and placed her hands on her knees.
"May I," said Patty, with a look of hopefulness. She was really turned on at this point; a fire burning inside her that made Beverly's body the only thing in the world that mattered to her.
Beverly was a bit scared by this proposition, but her better side told her that this really meant a lot to Patty. Besides, Patty had been really nice to her in the week and a half that she'd been at Ramrod. Therefore, Beverly nodded, spread her legs, and leaned back on her elbows, bracing herself for Patty's cunt-sucking onslaught.
It turned out that Patty's cunt-lapping gave her even more pleasure than Matt's had! Patty's unusually long and pointed tongue entered her so deeply that she thought it might tickle her stomach. And tickle it did!
Patty's talented tongue quivered in her pussy like a powerful vibrator. Beverly found the unique experience delightful-delightful to the point that she almost passed out. But just when she thought she was about to, she came like never before! It was like the sky falling as Beverly sent an ocean of tangy cum pouring down her pounding, throbbing cunt chute. Like the expert she was, Patty kept her tongue working until Beverly's wild climax had subsided.
So, Beverly, though young, was fitting in very well and adjusting to the pleasures available at Ramrod with increasing enthusiasm and reckless abandon. Her willingness made her a very popular item at Ramrod, considering her super body that everyone wanted to fuck and lick and eat at every opportunity.
CHAPTER NINE
As had happened with the professor months before, another solicitor came to Ramrod seeking money. This time, however, it was a portly Welshman named Father Burton. He had come in behalf of the Overseas Welsh Relief Fund which he ran. An appointment had been set up for Marie to meet with him after lunch in the front parlor. Marie could hardly sleep the night before due to numerous daydreams she had conceived about this pious gentleman who was to visit.
Marie was standing in her room looking down at the driveway when the priest drove in exactly on time. Her cunt already ached and she was beginning to move her body about in a slow, sexual dance. She had asked Patty to direct the visitor to her room on the pretext that she was too ill to meet him downstairs.
When she heard him climbing the stairs, she languidly lay on her bed and pretended to be asleep. The covers lay at the foot of the bed and her filmy negligee was carelessly thrown open, revealing her reposing body. When she heard the knock on the door, she did not answer. Patty opened the door and gently led the priest in before her and then left, closing the door quietly behind her. Marie, pretending to be slightly awakened by the intrusion, moved softly in the bed, spreading apart her legs and swaying her hips.
Father Burton at first thought he should immediately leave, but upon looking further at this lovely sight, decided that as long as she was not aware of his presence, he would view her for just a little longer. Being a man of forty and in the clergy, he had never indulged in any sexual play with a woman. He had adhered to the rules of his profession strictly, although he never could free his mind of the desire to jam his fucking prick up a warm juicy cunt. After so many years of having these pent up desires, he thought himself quite incapable of getting a hard-on except through his ever increasing masturbating. Now, lying before him was this beautiful girl with her long legs waiting to envelop his sizeable middle. Marie pretended to awaken with a sudden start and she uttered a cry of surprise.
"Why, Father Burton! I didn't realize it was so late. Please forgive me, I've been quite tired." The elderly man then realized his mission of procuring money and embarrassed, turned away. Marie had predetermined the situation and had decided that the only way to fuck this man was by her feigning delirium. "Father, please sit by me for a while. I have a terrible fever and I seem to drift off into other worlds."
She had worked it out in her mind that this gentleman would never shed his black robes of discipline unless he thought her to be too delirious to remember the following day. This idea stemmed from her knowledge that everyone enjoys fucking, no matter how long and how severe the training is to the contrary.
The priest then took this chance to turn about and get a closer look at this fuckable piece of juicy cunt. He looked upon her flushed face and understood it to be the fever and not her sexual happiness. He slowly moved over to the bed and picked up her hand and said sympathetically, "My dear, I will stay by your bedside as long as you desire. I am sorry that you are feeling so ill. I wouldn't have intruded had I known."
His eyes swept down her long, tan body until it reached the mound of hair which concealed the red lips of her cunt. Seeing that her eyes were closed, he put his hand on her titty to see if this movement would arouse her. Seeing that it did not, he began to caress and massage her twin mounds of white tits.
Of course, Marie was fully aware of what was going on. As he stroked her tits, she found it increasingly difficult to lie still on the bed. The middle-aged priest was actually turning her on with his "therapeutic" treatment!
Knowing that she was the first woman he'd ever touched, served to make the sensation even more delightful for young Marie. But she managed to continue to lie still, aware that this act was the only way she could free the man from his inhibitions.
As he delicately rubbed her naked tits, the Welsh Priest was almost inaudibly whispering to Marie, "There, there, yes, mmmmm, yes," even though he believed she was unable to hear him. It was becoming obvious to Marie that her ploy was slowly but surely succeeding-allowing him free reign of her fine exposed body was drawing out the latent sexual desire in him.
Next, Father Burton did something he never dreamed he'd be able to-he bent over and softly kissed Marie's ripe, proud nipples! Knowing that so much genuine desire was motivating this very uncommon action, led Marie to appreciate it all the more.
Marie was really having trouble containing herself as the kisses on her titties and neck became more prolonged and passionate. She started to writhe under him, which produced a rapid retreat by the Father. Marie knew she must not let him stop now-but how could she bring him back?
A possible solution flashed into her mind-this had to work! Marie, her eyes still closed in her delirious act, reached gropingly upwards and draped her arms around the neck of the man sitting on the bed beside her.
As she did so, she began moaning, "Oh, Peter, darling. No, please don't leave me. You mustn't. If you leave me now, I'll end it all. I won't be able to go on."
It worked. The Father had no idea exactly who Peter was, but he assumed that he was Marie's lover and she was distraught with their fading relationship. She had him convinced that in her state of semi-consciousness, she really thought Peter was leaving her.
Never forgetting the nature of his calling, the Father knew that it was now his moral obligation to assume the role of this Peter person, so that the dream Marie was having would end happily. He had to do this, sex aside. To do otherwise could possibly lead to Marie's moral and emotional deterioration, he thought to himself.
So, with missionary zeal, he resumed his love-making. Planting kisses on her shapely tits and sucking on the hardening nipples seemed to be placating the troubled young Miss Anderson. This pleased Father Burton to no end-it also meant that he could still enjoy the pleasures of her beautiful undraped body without being found out!
Having averted this potential crisis with quick thinking, Marie deceptively moved on to the next stage of her master plan to seduce the virgin who sat beside her with his face buried against her warm, smooth tits. With her right hand, she blindly searched for his prick.
She didn't want to shock him by coming on too strong, so she felt along his upper thighs before touching his prick and balls. As she did so, she groaned, "Oh, yes, Peter darling ... I love you so much ... don't ever leave me!"
Father Burton was, of course, taken aback when Marie pressed her hand firmly against his stiffening cock. He honestly had no intention of allowing Marie (or anyone else, for that matter) to touch his virgin, sacred prick. That would be going too far!
Yet, at the same time, he was perceptive enough to realize that to halt her advances would introduce pain, frustration, and anguish to her hypnotic mental wanderings. The way he saw it was that he just had no choice but to put up with this, no matter how "wrong" he knew it to be.
Marie suddenly knew what she was up against: Father Burton was a man who could respond with the same biological urge to her sexuality that any layman would show. But, to her surprise, he was so committed to the sacred oaths of the cloth that he was actually unwilling to fuck her, even if she'd let him! She knew that continued deception and play-acting were the only earthly forces that were capable of getting him inside her without acting against his strong conscience.
She decided to proceed with her plan. Marie, to further convince the priest that she really was delirious, slowly rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. She now firmly grasped his hard prick, a prick that had never known the delights of being inside a woman's wet, warm cunt.
"Take it out, darling ... please take it out. Now!" Marie longingly whispered to her gullible visitor. The good Father, whose reasons for going along with the scheme were so noble, saw no choice but to continue this sexual play which was so crucial to the well-being of the troubled Miss Anderson. Marie knew that she was taking unfair advantage of Father Burton, but she thought that if things went along this way, no one would really get hurt.
So the middle-aged gentleman of the cloth reluctantly unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Marie was pleasantly surprised to feel a very long and massive hard-on occupying her dainty fist.
Marie jerked off the priest who was feeling very awkward about the role he was being forced to play in an unbelievably unique situation. With her left hand, Marie descended down the smooth expanse of her naked body until she reached her twat. She stuck a few fingers into her honey pot and dabbed away between the parting cunt lips to stimulate herself in anticipation of the upcoming critical test for her guest.
As her right hand stroked the Father's prick and her left probed her own sensitive twat, Marie whispered in a tortured tone of voice, "Oh, Peter, it feels so good ... I love you so much. Love me ... LOVE ME! ... Ohhh...." Her voice drifted quietly away, after she'd successfully reinforced the Father's incorrect impression that she was really in a delirious state.
Next, scheming Marie thought to herself, I've got to get his pants off and his nice prick in me. She knew that after his entry, nature would take care of the rest. "Make love to me, dear. Please, you must ... I must have you. I need you!" Marie cried out. This wasn't totally an act-the feel of his fine prick and her masturbation had really gotten her pretty horny.
Poor Father Burton momentarily panicked. He wanted to jump up and run out the door and never return to this strange place that put him into such a terrible moral confrontation. But he managed to retain control of his emotions-perhaps thanks to the many years of strict moral discipline that the priesthood demanded.
By way of the same reasoning that brought him this far, Father Burton decided that he had no choice but to comply with the request that Miss Anderson was making of him. He knew that it might technically constitute a breach of his vows, but at the same time, he'd always been taught that morality wasn't an ironclad, rigid code and that there were times when each person had to think for himself. He concluded that his lifelong dedication to the alleviation of human suffering was consistent with screwing Miss Anderson.
With Marie still holding his prick, he stripped off his plain black trousers and clerical underwear. Still not knowing quite what to do next, he slowly lowered his half-naked body onto Marie. She carefully guided his hard priestly prick down between her legs so that its rounded tip was flush against her desirous cunt lips.
"Fuck me, Peter darling," she gasped, keeping her eyes closed and concentrating on still faking the deep trance. "Love me ... please-Give yourself to me, Peter. I ... need you," she added to what the good Father assumed was only the person of her fantasies, the man he was representing in his body.
Marie spread her legs further apart. The feeling of his hard cock pulsing through her thick growth of brown pubic hair against the moist pink vaginal lips was very enjoyable to Father Burton. Still holding the kindly man's erection, Marie guided it between the lips and into her warm pussy.
Father Burton suddenly gasped as his prick entered a woman's cunt for the first time. The strange feeling sent lightning bolts streaking through his entire body as the oily vaginal walls firmly encased his fuck-pole.
Although he had planned to divorce his emotions from the act if it was to actually come to this, the Father was losing control of himself and became carried away as his prick, with a mind of its own, automatically began rapidly plunging deep into Marie's undulating cunt. He had as much biology as the next guy, it turned out; to not become totally involved in fucking such a beautiful woman as Marie was asking too much of any man!
"Oh, yes, Peter darling! Love me ... love me ... Ohhh ... you're so, so good," the sly Marie murmured to her unsuspecting sexual partner, whose driving fuck-strokes into her hot fuck-hole were increasing in intensity.
The two bodies were locked together in a furious act of fucking. The bodies thrashed together. Marie's legs projected toward heaven and then wrapped tightly around his waist. Their passionate screwing produced beads of sweat that rubbed from Marie's bare tits onto Father Burton's clerical collar.
The Father was becoming carried away as he feared he would upon entering her slit. The fury of his deep thrusts also lit a fire in experienced Marie, who was experiencing a strange delight that the bizarre circumstances of the act were adding to the usual pleasure a big, hard prick gave her.
After about ten minutes more of this wild fucking, Marie came, her juices gushing onto the good Father's writhing prick and bathing it in love fluids. Marie kept her educated cunt gyrating until her partner also came only a few seconds later.
Father Burton released a torrent of thick cream gloriously cascading into Marie's pussy. The release sent swirls of dizzying pleasure into his mind and body, almost making him as delirious as he was convinced young Marie was.
After dumping a load of sperm into a woman for the first time, the Father withdrew his softening cock and stood by the side of the bed. The experience of intercourse, which had been alien to him for so many years, satisfied and pleased him. Yet, at the same time, the act was a sobering moral choice he had been forced to make and he quickly muttered a prayer, pleading that he'd done the right thing. He was very shaken by it all!
As Father Burton hurriedly dressed by the side of the bed and nervously ran his hand through his thinning hair, Marie decided to complete the trick she perpetrated on the dedicated man of the cloth.
"Oh Peter," she softly whispered, "That was so wonderful. Everything's just fine now ... I ... feel so good. Everything's just perfect." After saying this, she ceased movement and convinced the Father that she had drifted off into a deep sleep.
Father Burton rushed to his car and sped away from Ramrod. He had grave misgivings about the act he'd just performed. Was it the right thing he had done? Did he respond to this moral dilemma in keeping with the spiritual teachings of his faith? He wasn't sure, but whatever the case, he looked forward to tomorrow morning when he'd have the opportunity to confess the act to one of his understanding colleagues.
Though physically satisfied by the fine fucking she'd just received by the gullible Father, Marie for some odd reason felt ill at ease. Maybe it was because of the hoax she had conceived and perpetrated on the unsuspecting and dedicated clergyman.
She was enough of a realist and had sufficient self-knowledge to know what was plaguing her. If there was a hell, she thought to herself, she damn well would take up permanent residence there. That was for sure!
On the one hand, her plan had worked well. The Father never discovered that the "delirium" was only an act, and therefore his conscience couldn't be too troubled, she reasoned. He knew, as did she, that what led to his decision to screw her and depart from his sacred code was a sincere desire to help a troubled person, in the true missionary tradition.
And she felt somewhat proud (smug?) that her guile and cunning were polished enough to fuck a 40-year-old priest! So her code of sexual freedom had been imposed on his code of chastity. Wonderful, she thought, he had been successfully "converted" to one of life's supreme pleasures. But she had to employ dishonesty to achieve this conversion-this thought gnawed at her.
Marie didn't get to sleep until the dawn was breaking. This was unusual for her, as was the unrest that caused her insomnia. She decided that she'd have to talk this over with Peter in the near future.
CHAPTER TEN
One afternoon several days later, Marie was relaxing in the Ramrod library, reading a book about the history of art. She frequently enjoyed curling up with a good book in between the times when she was curling up in bed with a good prick.
She was becoming very absorbed with what she was reading-her immediate environment was very conducive to this type of deep involvement. The red-haired and extremely attractive young heiress wore only a comfortable and loose-fitting yellow sun shift, with nothing underneath. As she was just about to lift a frosted glass to take a sip of lemonade, Bob burst into the room. He was obviously excited about something.
"Excuse me, Miss Marie," he grunted in his inimitable Neanderthal manner, "you'd, uh, better . come out to the stable ... you see ... uh, nothing's bad yet, but you better-should, uh, come anyway, but . .
Marie, confused, knew that Bob always had to be calmed down before there was any hope of ascertaining what the hell he was talking about. She smiled warmly at him and said, "Now, Bob, please relax arid slowly tell me what's happening. Just take your time."
Bob took a deep breath, mopped the sweat from his brow with a thick, hairy paw, and made a second attempt to communicate with Marie. "Well, you see, Miss Marie," he said, "it's Patty."
"Yes, what about her?" Marie prodded him.
"Uh ... well, you see, uh, she's on this acid trip out at the stable and the last I saw was that she was taking off her clothes and then ... uh, she told Matt to go and fetch Bruno and...."
That was enough for Marie. She got to her feet, casually flipping the book from her lap to the floor. "I'd better have a look. Even if there's no trouble, I don't want to miss anything," she said, leading the hulking, ignorant mass that was Bob out the door and toward the stable.
As a rule, Marie had no objection to the use of drugs as a matter of principle. She was enough of a civil libertarian to believe that what a person did with their own body was up to them, as long as they were fully cognizant of the consequences of their act.
Marie, of course, disapproved of the dangerous drugs and she was very skeptical about the effects and possible dangers of LSD. She didn't use acid herself-she stuck pretty much to pot, as did the vast majority of the Ramrod artistic colony.
Marie and Bob walked briskly across the spacious grounds to the stables, saying little as they walked. Bob only spoke when spoken to and Marie thought that if she fired any more questions at him, it would just confuse things even more.
The rickety, wooden door of the stable was open. Marie could hear crowd noises coming from inside the stable, heightening her curiosity.
Upon entry, an incredible scene met her eyes. There were perhaps twelve men and women inside the stable, most of them in various states of undress. Beverly wore Bermuda shorts, but was nude to the waist, her enormous, torpedo-like tits swinging about attractively as she moved, laughed, and talked. Matt was completely nude. Peter wore just a jock-strap. A few others were completely nude, others completely dressed, or clothed to the point that no private parts were exposed. But it wasn't this beautiful conglomeration of humanity that was the focal point of Marie's stare-it was what they were circled about, Patty and Bruno, and what they were doing.
As Bob had reported, Patty appeared to have swallowed a liberal dose of LSD 25. Her eyes took on a glassy stare and she seemed to be mostly unaware of her audience-the powerful hallucinogenic drug had distorted the reality that tripping Patty was perceiving.
Also consistent with Bob's account, Patty had stripped off all her clothes. But that wasn't unusual for her-what was unusual for her or anyone else was the act she was engaged in with Bruno, who Matt had apparently been successful in locating.
Patty's tall, slim body was bent way over, as far as her muscles would allow. Her body undulated wildly, making her firm, little, rounded tits to quiver; her long, straight hair, blue-black, hung down over her front, almost concealing her face at times. She had her legs spread way apart because she was taking Bruno's screwing from behind-she had to, for Bruno was a St. Bernard dog!
The huge dog, a popular pet at Ramrod, had mounted Patty's ass and had its canine cock tightly imbedded in Patty's hungry pink cunt. Bruno was screwing away and apparently enjoying it. His shiny, smooth, black coat glistened and his pink tongue was hanging loosely out of the side of his open and freely-salivating mouth.
Marie had heard Patty previously talking about getting fucked by the dog, but she assumed that this was mere fantasizing or idle chatter, solely designed to shock the listener. But it was all too clear now that she'd been deadly serious about having a dog fuck his prick in her.
Like the other spectators, Marie watched with sheer fascination. This was just too much! For an instant, Marie thought of what the offspring would look like if Patty happened to get pregnant by Bruno. A few seconds later another image flashed through her mind as she watched the unnatural fuck act taking place before her eyes-if only Father Burton could be here to see this!
By now Patty had tilted her body over frontwards so that she was on her knees, but still having the animal prick sliding in and out of her cunt. Either she'd lost her balance or the powerful and indelicate fuck-thrusts by Bruno had pushed her over.
Patty really freaked out on the acid, had her hands clasped against the sides of her head while the St. Bernard's massive prick pumped in the slit between Patty's legs, disappearing every other second into the sensitive depths of Patty's black-haired pussy.
The intensity of the dog's penetrations into Patty's twat was increasing; she was hardly moving at all as she kneeled over, taking the St. Bernard's prick from behind. Maybe the drug immobilized her, thought Marie, but it was probably because of the fury of Bruno's strong driving pokes into the floor of her cunt.
About a minute more of this furious screwing made Bruno cum. And cum he did! The tremendous dog's pedigreed seed spilled forth from his thrashing prick into Patty's slimy cunt in inhuman amounts. The flooding of the alien fluid into her cunt, spurting in creamy waves, felt to Patty like a rocket bursting inside her. Normally quiet and unemotional, she momentarily stunned her rapt audience by screaming piercingly with exhilaration and delight.
Bruno's prick had by now softened and unlocked from his mate. The St. Bernard, satisfied and weakened by the experience, slowly wandered away from Patty and lay down in a vacant corner of the stable.
Patty remained bent over on a saddle blanket on the stable floor, even though the dog had finished with her. At this point, it became graphically obvious to the amazed spectators that Bruno had really dumped a huge load of canine cum into Patty's adventurous pussy: down Patty's crouching thighs flowed streams of the St. Bernard's gooey, white cum. But the black-haired beauty was so enraptured that she ignored the overflow of dog sperm slowly trickling down along the inside of her thighs.
Peter walked over to greet Marie. "Wow! What the hell can you say about that?" he said to her, shaking his head in disbelief.
Marie leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "I guess it's okay, if that's what she's onto." Then, looking at Patty who was still nestled up in a little ball on the floor with her head bowed and hands holding her head, Marie added, "I just hope she's all right. It's really impossible to know what's in her head at this point."
Mystified by Patty's apparent post-fuck stupor, the group in the stable who had just witnessed the event became silent and worried about her. Matt, who was the best acid trip guide among them, left Beverly's side and approached Patty.
Kneeling down beside her, he gently placed an arm around her shoulders and whispered into her ear. She didn't respond. Trying again, Matt lightly, but affectionately kissed Patty on the back of her smooth neck. In a louder voice, he inquired of her, "Hey, Patty, are you all right? Let us know, baby." With her knees still pulled tightly up against her chest, she lazily rolled over onto her back. This movement by the tripping Patty (who must've thought she was a beach ball or a prenatal infant) for the first time revealed to the others an ear-to-ear smile of contentment!
Her verbal response was "You oughta try it!"
Relieved that she was in no difficulty at all, but was actually ecstatic, Marie, Peter, Matt and the other concerned spectators broke into grins once again and relaxed. Some of them once again broke into separate conversations, with the topic being the incredible show that Patty had just presented, of course. Someone quipped that Patty and Bruno should be booked for the Johnny Carson TV .show.
Several people began to leave and head back to the pool or house thinking the show was over. But Patty stopped them in their tracks by yelling, "Marie," in an ear-piercing tone. Patty, still dazed but smiling broadly, beckoned for Marie to come over to her. Not knowing what the drug-crazed nude, dark-haired girl wanted, Marie hesitatingly ambled over to her. Patty had rolled over onto her side and indicated increased awareness of her surroundings.
Marie leaned over to her, saying, "What can I do for you, dear?"
"Marie," she said, slurring the word, "Please go get Barbara for me ... get her for me ... got somethin' I wanna do...." At first Marie didn't know who she meant.
"Get whom?" Marie asked.
"Bring Barbara for me-Pinto Barbie," Patty replied, absolutely stunning those present who knew that Pinto Barbie was a goddamn pony! Patty's show wasn't over yet!
After pausing for an instant to put two and two together, Marie was flabbergasted. "Holy shit! I don't believe this!" she said, the heel of her hand striking her forehead in an expression of astonishment.
She decided to consult Peter and Matt. She had never been forced to decide whether or not to allow a lovely young woman to have sexual relations with a pony. Peter excused himself, saying he had no interest in sharing the responsibility for whatever was going to happen.
Marie and Matt talked it over between themselves. Finally he said, "Well, she's gone this far already. Might as well let her 'do her thing.' What do you think?"
"Oh, hell! I guess so," she agreed and then muttered, "This is so insane ... holy fuckin' shit!" Marie then directed Bob to go to the pony's stall and lead her into the stable. Needless to say, no one was leaving.
After a few minutes' wait (which served as a dramatic pause to heighten the suspense), Bob led the pony into the stable. Patty, who had some experience in handling horses, got Pinto Barbie to lie down on the saddle blanket. Patty struggled to her feet and staggered away to the area where Barbie was sleeping.
She had fire in her eyes. It was obvious that the LSD was still having a strong effect on her brain. She reached into her pile of discarded clothing and found the tool she required-a seven-inch battery-operated vibrator.
Sitting down beside Barbie, she switched the vibrator on and fiddled with the pony's cunt. She must've known that Barbie was in heat because the animal became aroused; then she began to work the artificial screwing device right up Barbie's cunt.
This was too much for Peter-he turned and left the stable without fanfare, but it was obvious to Marie that he disapproved of what was going on. She was getting a little disgusted herself.
With pleasure, Patty screwed Pinto Barbie with the vibrator for about ten minutes. She then withdrew it and spread her own pussy open two feet from Barbie's mouth. For some reason, she got the horny animal to sniff at her hairy cunt. After sniffing, Barbie started to lap away at Patty's twat with her long, pink tongue.
The pony licked away at Patty's clitoris making the blonde acid-head very excited and very wet between the legs. Barbie licked the hairy cunt like she was being fed. Her tongue slid deeper and deeper into Patty's pussy, sending her into strange moans and chants of pleasure.
The pony's tongue probed deeply into Patty-deeper than any human ever could. The strong tongue of Barbie caressed the inside of her pussy with more speed and power than she'd ever known. Patty came soon, eerily yelping as if she, too, was an animal, as her climax-releasing cunt fluids poured forth from her warm depths of womanhood.
Even after Patty had cum, Pinto Barbie continued to enthusiastically eat her cunt. A weak gesture by Patty to her fellow-servant Bob was the only thing that could make the pony cease doing its work on the wet, hairy cunt. Bob led Barbie back to her stall finally, leaving Patty half-conscious on the stable floor.
Her shocked audience filed from the scene of the weird act. They said little. What they had witnessed conjured up a complex variety of reactions, all of which defied comment.
With the exception of Bob, who had to clean up the smelly mess, Marie was the last of the onlookers to leave the stable. She went looking for Peter, who she found sitting nude in a lounging chair next to the tennis courts. He was alone reading a newspaper.
For the next half hour, they had a frank talk about drugs, morality, their future, and life in general. Marie agreed that maybe things were going a little too far. But she said that she didn't know what to do about it-she didn't want to have to be a censor, like the hypocritical prudes of the repressive outer world. They decided that she should consult Matt and a few of the other Ramrod "regulars" about how to handle things.
With all this off his chest, Peter once again professed his love for Marie. She responded by throwing herself into his arms. His strong arms pulled her body on top of his; he kissed Marie hard on the mouth and forced it open; their tongues passed lovingly into each other's mouth. Their embrace tightened.
Peter's prick was hardening and beginning to push against Marie's wonderful, red-haired cunt, with only the thin fabric of her yellow shift separating their love organs. Peter's hands slid down along Marie's body, passing the round, narrow waist and settling on her wide, shapely hips.
She spread her legs even more so that his finger worked up her asshole for an inch or two, quivering with almost electric quickness in the process. Marie reached down to place Peter's stiff rod against her damp cunt lips, while he continued to finger her shithole.
This was too much for Marie. "Oh, please, now, NOW!" she gasped. With a burst of energy, Peter lifted both their hungry, young bodies from the chair and, still joined, he draped his body over hers, as they nestled in the green grass next to the lounging chair.
In one swift motion, Marie spread her beautiful legs to their limit, raised her knees, and arched her back so much that her asscheeks barely grazed the grass below. Her eyes closed in horniness. Marie presented as big a target as she could-and Peter aimed his ten-inch hard-on right at the parted, pink cuntlips in the midst of the thick, wiry, red pubic hair that lay before him.
Marie moaned with pleasure as Peter's joystick neatly slid into her cunt. Her pussy oil wetted his cock as it drove in, inch by inch, until all of him had disappeared into her warm, loving cunt.
Their bodies fell into fucking rhythm, with Marie's wonderful, slimy cunt firmly enveloping Peter's powerful, driving fuck strokes. Her yellow frock was pulled up to her wildly heaving chest, leaving one tit exposed and the other tightly covered by the yellow material.
On the soft grass, their naked bodies ground together in a thrashing oneness. Marie's arms were tightly clenched around Peter, her knees pointing upwards and firmly pressing the insides of her lovely thighs against the male torso held between them.
Their bodies thrashed together for almost an hour, until Peter expertly drove them both to a tumultuous climax. At the magic moment when time stood still, they sent their cum rushing forth.
From the long fuck in the hot sun, plus an incredibly marvelous and long-delayed third orgasm, Marie almost passed out. Peter's rich geyser of sperm filled her deep vagina. Excess pussy juice and sweat dampened the ground beneath them, some of which had tantalizingly bathed Marie's thighs, pubic hair, and asscrack in the process.
The feverish love-making tired them both, but Marie found enough energy to get up, throw off her shift, and join Peter in a naked sprint across the lawn to the pool for a refreshing, invigorating dip.
They swam to the shallow end where the water was only a few feet deep and relaxed in each other's arms. Marie and Peter basked in the cool water for nearly an hour longer, when the descending sun signaled that the dinner hour was approaching.
After a leisurely dinner, Marie talked with Matt, Peter, and a few others about recent events at Ramrod. The conclusion of the "summit meeting" was that no real, decisive action was necessary at the time, but they would discourage any more animal acts, such as Patty's this afternoon in the stable. Marie also decided to sever relations with Mickey and Andy. Marie felt that fucking these young kids (although great!) was much too risky, because ' they couldn't be relied on to keep quiet about getting laid at Ramrod. All they'd have to do was brag a little too much so that the truth reached the wrong people-then parents, police, a huge mess-it'd be all over for Marie and friends.
To take Mickey's place working at the stable and taking care of the horses, Marie found a young girl who was a champion rider at a local academy. She wouldn't be able to do any heavy work taking care of the horses, but she was skilled enough to train them and break them in.
Marie felt pretty sure that a 15-year-old girl in her employ would be safe-for the girl's chastity (she'd checked her background and reputation) and her own sanity. Little did she know how wrong she could be!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
At first, 15-year-old Terry Richards did seem just right for the job.
She was very intelligent and well mannered and she was able to work wonders with the horses in a short period of time.
Marie really wasn't too worried about young Terry getting laid and losing her cherry either. One look at Terry told Marie that everything would work out just fine. Marie came to this conclusion because Terry really looked younger than 15-and was so innocent. She probably didn't even know how babies were made, Marie thought to herself.
Terry kept pretty much to the horses during her first few days at Ramrod. Peter was the only person besides Marie to see her, and he just happened upon her one day when she was grooming a horse in a very secluded wooded area that lay next to a brook. Peter was taking a long walk at the time, just to "get away from it all."
Although she hadn't seen him approaching, Peter had spotted her. He decided to sit down and watch her for a few minutes before going on his way. He thought it silly to strike up a conversation with her because Marie had said how shy and immature she was.
Terry was above average in height, but very slender-actually skinny, Marie decided. She couldn't have weighed much more than 100 pounds. But she was attractive in a strange sort of way, with her little-girl look about to be transformed into womanhood.
She had very light blonde hair that wasn't short but wasn't really long either. Peter thought of how she'd look after a year of filling-out: her nicely-curved ass and hips would take on more shape; her tiny tits would grow fuller; in short, he thought, she just needed time to get some meat on her. But right now, she looked like a typical tomboy.
The latter characteristic was accentuated by her outfit. She wore brown riding boots, dungarees, and a white, sleeveless blouse. As she bent and stretched while brushing the horse, Peter could see that she was wearing a bra-the kid hardly needed one, he thought. And it's always the hags with tits that droop down to their knees that try to get away without wearing bras, Peter mused.
Peter was about to get up and resume his long walk when Terry did something to keep him right there. She had been working very hard grooming a horse and was perspiring freely in the hot, humid weather.
Assuming she was alone, Terry was apparently going to take a swim to cool off. She was beginning to undress-Peter decided to stick around for a while!
Terry unbuttoned the white blouse and dropped it on the ground. She then looked from right to left carefully, to make sure that no one was watching. Peter was well-hidden. Sure she was alone, Terry reached behind her back, unhooked the bra with a brief struggle, and slipped it off. She was rather flat-chested, but her young titties were firm and well-rounded, capped by ripe, pink little nipples that jutted out proudly.
She sat down and pulled off her boots. On her feet once again, she rechecked her surroundings to confirm that she wasn't being watched. She then dropped her dungarees and slid off the white panties, exposing the totality of her innocent, young nudity.
Her legs were very long and very thin, with little shape to them-almost like toothpicks. A small patch of light golden pubic hair concealed her tight, virgin cunt. Peter had to concede one thing-she had a great ass! It was gently curved and so large as to be almost disproportionate to the rest of her body. But it wasn't flabby either-in short, just beautiful! He was slightly surprised to find his prick getting hard, pushing against the tight fit of his walking shorts.
Terry lowered her body slowly into the icy waters of the babbling brook, part of which was an underground stream. Once she had adjusted to the water temperature, she began to frolic about in the refreshing brook.
After a few more playful minutes, Terry emerged from the water and approached the horse. Peter hoped that she wasn't going to get dressed too soon-he was really starting to enjoy watching her fine, young naked shape.
Instead of getting dressed, Terry mounted the horse. She was going to take a nude ride, like a modern-day Lady Godiva! Sure enough, she guided the horse for a walk along the bed of the flowing water. But she was headed in Peter's direction! He really had no place to hide without giving himself away.
As fate would have it, when Terry's mount was only about fifty feet from his hideout, the horse suddenly lost his footing on the uneven and rocky bed of the brook. The horse stumbled and lurched suddenly, throwing Terry headfirst into the chilly water.
The frightened horse began to run away, but Peter elected to stand up and grab the reins. In the process, he gave away his presence.
Luckily, Terry didn't hit her head on an underground rock but, seeing Peter, maybe she wished she had. She stood in waist-deep water with her arms crossed over each other to cover her firm little tits, glaring at Peter. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" she demanded, angrily.
Peter honestly explained who he was and what he was doing there to nervous Terry. As he spoke, Peter led the horse along the bank until he was standing near her clothes. Terry had walked along parallel to him in the water; she still hid her tits, of course.
"You could at least thank me for retrieving your horse, young lady," said Peter, jokingly. This remark made Terry loosen up a bit; she almost even smiled.
"Thank you," she complied. "Now will you please go away so I can get dressed," she testily demanded. Peter was enjoying this confrontation by now-it had been so long since he'd seen a woman who had this girl's orneriness and self-consciousness.
That water's pretty refreshing, isn't it, Terry," asked Peter. The sudden change of subject momentarily confused her.
"Why, uh, yes, it is," she replied. Then, regaining her sense of outrage, she added, "But I don't know what that has to do with anything. Now will you please leave so I can get dressed?"
"You seem to have forgotten that I saw you getting undressed before. So I know what you look like," Peter countered. This undeniable fact got Terry even more flustered. When Peter took off his shirt and shorts and galloped naked into the water right next to her, she damn near fainted!
It took nearly ten minutes for Peter to calm her down. He explained that even though he was the first naked man she'd ever seen, there was nothing to fear and nothing to be ashamed of, and that she should be proud of her body, et cetera.
His little speech soothed her so much that she lowered her arms, exposing her tits before him. This close-up view of her round little melons gave Peter an unexpected underwater hard-on. If Terry knew about it, thought Peter, she'd shit!
Peter had finally reached her. From then on, Terry relaxed and enjoyed the playful aquatic romp about the sylvan setting with her new friend. Her shyness and self-consciousness evaporated.
Terry and Peter had a swimming race; they rode together on the horse; they skipped stones along the water. During these moments, Peter did his best to conceal his sexual excitement.
But one of their joyous, naked activities brought Peter staring directly into Terry's strangely appealing sexuality. Literally.
In water that was up to his hairy chest, Peter was giving Terry a ride on his shoulders. With her feet hooked together several feet in front of his face, Terry playfully shouted, "Let's go, horsie. Giddyup!"
Peter trotted toward shallower water and tried to give young Terry a good ride, but, like the actual horse had earlier, he lost his balance and fell. He went underwater with Terry toppling down with him, her body twisting around in the process.
Despite the fall, energetic young Terry was far from willing to surrender her mount. "C'mon, horsie, get up! Get up, horsie!" she ordered. Peter did his best to be a good "horsie."
Peter was able to struggle to his feet, but during the spill Terry's body had turned around-she now remained on his shoulders but she was facing him so that her young cunt was spread right against his face!
Terry started to fall over backwards, so Peter sat down in the shallow water to break the fall, cupping her round asscheeks in the process. The light golden pubic hair surrounding the small virgin cunt was too much for Peter to resist-his muscular arms pulled her ass toward him and he then proceeded to fervently kiss her firmly on those neat little pussy lips!
Terry took a moment to figure out what was causing this sudden, strange, yet enticing feeling down between her legs. "What ... what are you ... are you doing?" she cried. His answer was spoken with a tongue that darted forth between her pink, hairy cunt opening.
An alien rush of glowing pleasure consumed Terry, who Peter continued to prop in a semi-sitting position on his face. From natural instincts, Terry parted her legs more as Peter's deeper tonguing kindled a fire in her young womb.
Peter licked inside her clean, tasty cunt for fifteen passionate minutes, driving Terry to a peak of wildly heaving ecstasy. Knowing that 15-year-old Terry wouldn't cum, Peter quit lapping her cunt and carried the delirious young girl to the shore. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do when he settled her to the ground and lay down beside her-it was a very existential moment, he thought to himself.
Terry, partly from horniness and partly out of fear, immediately threw herself into Peter's arms. She plastered her fragile body against his. He eagerly held her naked beauty in his mighty grip and kissed her on the mouth-she hungrily returned his caress with a french passion that welled up in her with desire he never dreamed she could possess!
Peter rubbed her tits and ran his exploring hands along her back until they passed over the smooth mounds of her asscheeks. His loving released greater passion in the teenage girl, as his hands stroked her smooth, lean legs and passed through the canyon between them.
But during all this very enjoyable foreplay, there was one nagging question been his mind that would have to be resolved soon: Could he, or should he, screw this delicious 15-year-old virgin piece of ass?
Events subsequently answered the crucial question for Peter. He fingered the greasy bead of her young clitoris and gently kissed the rose blossoms on her chest; the desire rising in Peter's prick paralleled the hunger that Terry was generating. They had to fuck each other.
Trying to get Terry ready, Peter shoved his middle finger all the way in her virgin cunt-he slid it in and out thrilling Terry and making her lubricating juices flow. The tender walls of her fine pussy were soon coated with the slick fluid.
Peter guessed she was ready to lose her cherry-the rest would be up to his educated prick. He mounted Terry's frail, young frame and aimed his hard prick at the small patch of pubic hair that sheltered entry to her tight, little twat. Terry, breathing heavily and undulating underneath Peter's powerful body, spread her legs as far apart as she could.
With a determined thrust forward, Peter socked the smooth tip of his cock forward so that it was snug against her cunt opening. As he did so, Peter braced for the screams of protest from Terry-but they never came.
She only showed the obvious pain of initial entry by facial grimaces. Peter drove his fuck-stick through her tight sex canal, and her muscles grudgingly stretched with the sheer force of his penetrating, stiff rod.
The rough part was soon over-her cunt bathed his prick with oil and adjusted to its entry. Peter slid his cock in and out of Terry with lightening speed, bringing yelps of heady pleasure from the young girl.
Terry's tight cunt and eager, athletic body gave Peter a marvelous fucking. She had nothing to compare his driving thrusts to, but she was obviously going out of her mind with delight-her slim body thrashed about like it was electrically charged.
As he felt himself about to deliver his climatic load, Peter pulled out of Terry's fiery, wet cunt. He dumped his thick, white cream onto Terry's smooth belly just above her cunt hair.
He threw himself into her slender, waiting arms after all his steamy cum had safely dribbled onto her flat stomach, some of it flowing into her shallow navel.
After they had a chance to catch their breath, Terry and Peter dashed into the water for a cool dip. She took the opportunity to wash the gooey cum from her body. Peter washed the blood which coated his long prick.
"I never thought that would've happened in a million years," said Peter. He meant what he said-it wasn't in his nature to go around fucking 15-year-old s. But Terry was truly special-she just grew on him.
Terry smiled at her lover and replied, "I'm glad it did. No one ever touched me before, but it wasn't rape-you should know that." He kissed her again and held her close.
It was getting late and Terry said that she'd better dress and ride back to the stable and finish her chores before sundown. Peter agreed with her, but expressed his urge to kiss her cunt some more before they departed. She eagerly raised her knees and pushed them outward, giving Peter easy access to her furry little twat.
He burrowed his face in between her strong thighs and lapped her cunt lips, making her juices flow once again. Peter shoved his tongue as far into her fragrant-smelling pussy as he was able, and fingered her round, tight asshole as he ate away at her insides.
Terry's whole body came alive under Mike's oral love-making. She writhed and shook in a crescendo of sexual joy until the shattering moment came-for the first time in her life, young Terry came. Moaning uncontrollably, she spilled forth a cloudy torrent of sticky cum juice into Peter's mouth. At the magic moment, he thrust his open mouth snuggly up against her parted cunt lips in order to drink as much of her tangy-yet-sweet cum as possible.
Peter swallowed as much of the delicious cunt fluid as Terry could produce, and that was plenty! When she was finished, he withdrew his face from her wonderful, young cunt-he probably could have spent another hour there!
Again, he took Terry into his arms. "God! What a great feeling that was ... I don't know what you did, Peter, but it sure felt terrific," said naive Terry who didn't know that she'd had a climax-her first-but all she knew was that it was the best feeling she'd ever imagined.
Peter briefly explained to Terry what had happened. He was thinking now that what he needed was a good blow job, no matter what the hell time it was getting to be.
"I know how great that felt, Terry. And it's such a shame that we don't have time for you to give me the same wonderful feeling," Peter said to her, trying to get her to return the compliment.
Terry pondered the proposition for a moment. Then she turned to him and said with a smile of anticipation, "Well, I think there might just be enough time ... let's see, um, I could really hurry through my chores and...." It worked. There was no retreat now!
"But you'll have to tell me what to do," Terry reminded him.
"Oh, it's easy," Peter assured her. "You lick and kiss my thing and then french it. You just suck it until it comes, like you did in my mouth, and then you swallow my love cream. It's really fun-you'll love it," he added with enthusiasm. The explicit instructions , had excited him already and his massive prick was projecting stiffly at a right angle to his fine body.
Terry was responding well to her initiation to the world of sex-she seemed to be acting like it was one big, exciting adventure. She listened very attentively to his instructions on how she should make love to his huge prick with her mouth.
She did as she was told. The 15-year-old graceful, slim beauty hungrily kissed Peter's hard cock and slowly ran her wet tongue up and down the smooth length of his powerful sensitive rod. As she did so, she ran her hands through his dense crop of pubic hair and cupped and rolled his balls around with child-like fascination. Natural talent!
Terry took so long teasing and tantalizing his lusty fuck-stick that he thought he'd shoot the instant her mouth covered the head of his hard-on. He didn't but the contact sent a surge of pleasure streaking through his entire being. "Beautiful! Beautiful, Terry," he encouraged her.
By now Terry was taking the entire length of Peter's prick into her mouth. The sucking strokes were just fine-all the way in to the back of her throat and then all the way out, except for the very tip. As if this wasn't all a man could ever ask for, round ass cheeks spread before him as the kneeling cherub bent over and worked on his cock with her warm, loving mouth.
Peter couldn't help reaching out and fondling her fine ass as she methodically sucked away. He even probed and toyed with her asshole and her hair-lined cunt that peeked out between her magnificent asscheeks. All this gentle probing made Terry suck even harder! Peter knew he wouldn't be much longer.
And true to his thought, Peter soon couldn't hold back his Himalayan climax, no matter how much he tried to delay it to enjoy the wonderful blow job for a few seconds more. The furious rush of steamy sperm into Terry's mouth momentarily stunned her, but she continued sucking as the heavy cream spurted from his fountain.
As her older master had instructed, Terry swallowed all of the cum and apparently enjoyed doing so. She sucked and swallowed in an alternating pattern until she'd digested every last drop. After Terry had removed the softening cock from her mouth, she even drank the creamy residue from the head of Peter's prick with delicate flicks of her tongue. Peter appreciated such intense dedication to the blow job at hand.
For what had to be the last time (for the afternoon, at least), Terry flopped into Peter's arms in exhaustion. For a beginner, and a 15-year-old beginner at that, she'd had a full workout. To Peter's surprise, Terry commented on how much she enjoyed sucking him off and how unexpectedly tasty the cum had been as she'd gulped it down.
Terry had rapidly gone from one extreme to the other, thought Peter-from complete inhibition and inexperience to uninhibited expertise. What a chick!
Finally it was time to depart ... for real. Terry lazily got up and threw on her clothes. They passionately kissed goodbye and made plans to meet tomorrow, same place, same time.
Peter could hardly wait, and neither could Terry who reluctantly mounted the horse, and galloped away, waving as she disappeared.
Peter, pretty damn worn out himself, started to sort out his clothes. As he did so, he contemplated and rehashed the incredible events of the past few hours. Just goes to show, he thought, that anything can happen when it comes to sex-you just never know about anyone, no matter how obvious things may appear.
His pleasant daydream was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a person's footsteps behind him. He whirled around quickly preparing to defend himself. It was Marie! Holy shit! Had she been watching the whole scene?
"Hi Peter," Marie greeted him with a friendly air about her. He tried to compose himself.
"Hello dear," he replied, trying to appear as cool and collected as possible under the circumstances. "How long have you been...?"
"You mean how long have I been hanging around here? Have I been here long enough to see you screw eat and get blown by the pre-pubic Annie Oakley?" she aggressively interrupted him.
Her analogy made him laugh; he couldn't help it. He also was coming to the realization that, even though he had been caught red-handed, Marie had no right to condemn him. After all, she'd participated in the same basic act with young Andy. And then there was her tacit approval of Patty's "animal act." And he could cite other incidents if necessary.
But he could see it wouldn't be necessary. Marie knew that Peter's quick mind would use these incidents to "justify" his violation of Marie's 15-year-old employee, who she had though would be immune to anyone's sexual advances.
Marie erupted into a wide grin herself. Obviously she had only wanted to scare him, partly out of jealousy, that she wasn't his partner.
"Yes, dear, I saw the whole show. Pretty good job you did on her ... on both her body and her mind. I've gotta hand it to you, Peter, you're pretty damn sharp," she said to him with an expression displaying both admiration and indignation.
"Now look, you can't really blame me. If you were spying on us from the beginning, you could see it all just, well, er ... uh ... happened," Peter parried. For the first time he realized that while he was smugly spying on young Terry, Marie had been spying on both of them!
Marie confirmed that she had been there from the beginning and had been engaged in a subtle act of voyeurism on Peter and the fine, young thing that he'd been setting his hidden sights on. As she spoke, Marie seemed to have something up her sleeve; Peter knew her well enough to catch that.
"Well, it sure is ironic," mused Marie, "that you were so worried a few days ago about keeping wild me from fooling around so much and now the roles have been reversed. Now I've got to get you under control."
"You've got a point," Peter tersely replied. The serious import of Marie's remark, though stated casually had erased the smile from his face.
Peter could sense that her trump card was about to be played. But he had no idea what to expect from her.
"I guess the logical solution to our mutual problem would be to get married after all," Marie said to him. Sure enough, she dropped a blockbuster.
"Wow! Wonderful!" replied Peter joyfully. He was so pleased that he was almost speechless. He embraced her and kissed the woman he loved.
Arm-in-arm, they strolled back to the house, talking about their future together. Marie confided to her future husband that, although it hadn't been obvious, she had been reconsidering his proposal constantly since the night he'd proposed to her. She also mentioned that she'd been having less and less frequent relations with others in recent weeks; Peter realized that this was true, even though he hadn't really noticed it until she mentioned it.
They also had a serious discussion of the implications of the Father Burton incident. She felt relieved to talk about it, because it had been lingering on her consciousness since that weird night's fucking session.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Marie and Peter realized that they'd have to have their marriage ceremony at a church in her quiet dull home town of Andersonville. After all, she figured that this was a hassle they would just have to put up with because weddings (and the cocktail parties, formal dinners, brunches, and other affairs that were part of the festivities) were very important social occasions to most parents, especially socially-prominent ones, like her family.
Besides, Peter reminded her, it was her father's money that had made Ramrod and their introduction possible in the first place. Marie couldn't risk getting cut off by her old man. She didn't really detest them anymore-she understood they did the best they could with their Victorian hangups.
Of course, everyone was delighted to hear the good news-Marie and Peter were very well liked. A quick plane trip home to announce the engagement also was extremely auspicious. Mr and Mrs. Anderson were quite impressed by Peter's good looks and manners, his Eastern education and the fine vocational and social credentials he presented.
Marie and Peter decided to go along with the church ceremony and reception at her parents' country club. But, when all the unsuspecting "straight" people on the home front thought they would be jetting off for a honeymoon in the Bahamas, they would actually fly back east for another reception at Ramrod, and then split for the Bahamas.
All this plotting required attention to seemingly trivial details like flight numbers, luggage and other transportation arrangements. Peter handled them so they came off without a hitch.
On the wedding day, Mr. and Mrs. Peter Grant jetted through two time zones, deplaned and boarded a waiting chartered Bell X-100 helicopter which set them down on Ramrod's improvised landing strip in time for the second wedding reception. This was the one that .really mattered to them.
By the time they arrived, all the guests had already assembled. They included the Ramrod "regulars" as well as infrequently visiting artists and the hip crowd in and around Finchley, Massachusetts.
The reception was in keeping with the traditional Ramrod life-style that these younger "beautiful people" had come to know and love.
The reception had been very well-programmed. A gigantic colorful striped circus tent had been pitched on a great expanse of the lawn. It was complete with portable lighting, refrigeration units, and sound system for the Rock bands' many amplifiers and speakers.
The guests were dressed for the occasion. Most of the women were nude to the waist and some were completely nude-but all had wild designs painted on their bodies. Some just had psychedelic patterns, brightly painted on their shapely frames; but most were painted to resemble costumes they were "wearing." For example, there were various animals, ballerinas, princesses, and nurses depicted in paints on the naked bodies. To enhance the realism some of the women had even shaved their cunt hair!
The men were in similar states of undress and had "costumes" painted on their bodies. Of course, the protrusions of well-hung pricks and balls detracted from the realism. But no one seemed to mind.
After the newlyweds had been cheered and greeted by their thongs of celebrants, they shed their formal wedding attire. Fittingly enough, Marie and Peter soon had King and Queen costumes skillfully painted on their naked bodies. Someone had even gotten costume-jeweled crowns for them to wear!
The royal couple was then led to their makeshift throne, complete with young attendants including Beverly and Terry that had been constructed with painstaking detail at the end of a long red carpet.
The band played a Rock version of the "Here Comes the Bride" as the proud couple marched to the thrones, to the delight of the gleeful onlookers. Then all the guests lined up in couples and presented themselves on the red carpet to the royal couple.
The vibrations were perfect. Everyone was laughing and singing; imported Champagne was flowing; joints were being passed around. People were doing what they wanted to do and no one was bugging anyone else-perfect vibrations.
After the presentations were awarded and virtually every "costume" was loudly applauded, some of the guests danced to the piercing Rock music and flashing strobe lights that bathed the center of the tent in a rainbow of colors.
Others got something to eat at the sumptuous buffet table along one side of the tent where every conceivable delicacy from the far corners of the world were available. Still others who couldn't wait, at each other's cocks and cunts.
Patty, not unexpectedly, was one of these enthusiasts, probably because of the fact that she had been smoking pot while waiting for the helicopter and by now she was very stoned. Her "costume" was one of the most provocative of all the creative ideas represented-Patty had a nun's habit painted on her nude body!
A girl that Patty didn't know very well was a devout Catholic. Therefore, the black and white paints on Patty's lithe body had offended her-until Patty was able to convince the girl that she was actually masquerading as a penguin.
Patty was dancing with a guy who had a basketball player's uniform painted on his nude body. But Patty was so out of her skull on loco weed that her body just couldn't keep pace with the fast music. So, admitting defeat as a go-go girl, she decided to go down on her partner right on the middle of the dance floor, amid the other couples.
Marvin, Patty's partner, was somewhat embarrassed by her attempts to blow him in front of everyone-especially at a wedding reception! So he kept right on dancing so that his big prick and balls flopped about right in front of her face.
What evolved was a very humorous scene: Patty wrecked on pot, kneeling and trying to grab the prick and balls bouncing around in front of her face. The other nude dancers' jumping around wildly and the hypnotically flashing colored lights added to her inability to grab Marvin's rig.
At the urging of some friends, Marvin finally quit dancing and let Patty have her fun. By now she had been pretty frustrated, so she hungrily speared his massive prick and fed it into her mouth.
Their act was attracting a crowd that gathered about the beautiful couple and shouted cheers of encouragement. Shortly, Marvin was on the floor with a dancing prick as hard as granite. And Patty with whom you expected the unexpected showed her impromptu audience a trick they'd never seen before-she was sucking Marvin's hard, hairy dick in time with the music!
The girl without the energy to dance to the music sure could suck to it. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically until Marvin shot in her mouth-Patty, of course, swallowed every last drop of the thick warm cum.
By now Patty was the center of attention; other men were taking definite interest in her. Shortly before Marvin had propelled his load of sperm into her hard-working mouth, Milton struck from the rear with a huge hard-on.
Milton had worked his cock into Patty's tight, little asshole by the time she finished with Marvin. Now Matt stepped forth with an erection, indicating that he also wanted to join in the fun.
Amid the intoxicating colored lights and twang of guitars, Matt crudely began ramming his prick into black-headed shapely Patty's cunt-this was the only way he could get it in her, since Milton was giving her asshole a good, hearty screwing up the ass at the same time!
Predictably, the spectacle of Patty (in a semi-sitting position) getting publicly fucked by two pricks at once drew even more onlookers. With only a thin membrane separating the two stiff pricks powerfully driving into her, Patty jumped about spasmatically. She settled a little when Milton and Matt managed to coordinate their penetrating thrusts into their common love object.
"C'mon fellas, give it to me! Fuck me hard!" Patty screamed, as if they weren't already firing their enormous cocks into the limits of her twin holes. Milton and Matt managed to cum together into Patty; the twin jets of hot sperm shooting into Patty in unison made her shriek and undulate as if she was burning up!
When they were through, Patty couldn't even move; she just lay exhausted in her nun's outfit on the middle of the dance floor. Similar little sideshows were spontaneously staged under the huge tent during the rest of the evening.
There was, for example, a four-way job taking place on top of a square table. The four bodies comprised the four sides of the square in a boy-girl-boy-girl configuration-each guy ate a cunt and got blown at the same time, with all four connected in the square of the oral sex orgy.
Not to mention, of course, the standard twosomes screwing away here and there as the evening progressed. No one could, nor did they want to, escape the contagious spread of the joyous feelings of exhilaration.
Somehow, order was restored at the magic moment when it was deemed time for the wedding couple's public consummation. It was Matt's idea, with the newlyweds in eager agreement, that it would be entirely appropriate to have the honored couple consummate their marriage in full view of their 40 or so closest friends. The public, sacred marriage fuck, they reasoned, was totally consistent with the lack of inhibition and "togetherness" that characterized life at Ramrod.
With a flourish of trumpets and lofty pronouncements the royal bed was carried in by male attendants and placed before the "throne." All the guests gathered closely around the bed to witness the marriage's consummation.
Marie and Peter, with more than a little fanfare, climbed onto the bed and began making love. The assembled crowd didn't hang them up-they'd been wanting each other very badly all day.
They kissed, wrapped their arms about their spouse's fine bodies; Marie sucked her husband's prick a little to make sure that he was good and ready. Then Peter drove his prick through the brown tuft of pubic hair and into Marie's juicy pussy.
The newlyweds put on an expert display of love-making before the admiring guests. They fucked in the standard position for a few minutes until Peter's bullish thrusts made Marie cum for the first time.
Still linked together, Peter and Marie rolled over and fucked in a hurricane of frenzied lust. Shortly, the beautiful bride unleashed another stream of torrential sticky cunt juice.
But Marie and Peter's sacred consummation wasn't over yet: they humped while sitting, lying on their sides, and like dogs. For the finale they finally returned to the standard position. The wildly applauding and shouting guests were undeniable impressed by such an expert display of fucking.
With the torrid tour of the coital positions completed the newlyweds came together. Peter let loose a spurting load of cream into his wife's hot pussy. His life-giving fluid shot as if coming from a powerful hoze-nozzle, casting a final straw that induced Marie to splash forth the gooey liquid of her third climax.
The newlyweds lay in each others arms massaged by the loud whoops, screams, and applause of the audience. Into the wee hours of the morning the naked, turned-on celebrants acted out their sensuous tribal rites.
During this joyous pageantry Peter and Marie showered off their royal costumes, boarded the helicopter, and headed for the Caribbean.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Marie and Peter Grant were ushered into the Bridal Suite of the Bahamas Royal Hotel with great fanfare and flourish. Marie's father was well known to the Manager, Courtwright Benson, and nothing had been overlooked to make the newly-marrieds comfortable including flowers and champagne.
After the deliriously wild "second marriage," both Marie and Peter were pooped, so even though it was early afternoon when they arrived, they showered and went to bed to fall fast asleep as soon as their heads touched the pillows.
It must have been about eight o'clock when Marie was awakened by a sound. She looked over at the still sleeping Peter. Reassured she quietly got up and walked to the balcony adjoining their bedroom and looked out. There it was again! A low wailing almost like a cat in heat, yet there was no animal on the terrace.
Gently, so as not to awaken Peter, she pushed open the door and stepped out on the white tiled veranda. First she checked under the low settee and when she found nothing, she moved to the low-built chairs and cautiously peered underneath, her bare feet making no noise on the shiny floor.
"Ohhhhh," she heard it again, but this time she realized that it was no animal. It was a human sound, most likely a woman, coming from behind the artificial hedges that separated one balcony from the other.
Silently, Marie parted the artificial shrubbery and peeked into the patio that adjoined hers. There on one of the low chairs facing Marie was one of the most beautiful young girls Marie had seen in years.
She reminded Marie immediately of Elizabeth Taylor. The same build, especially the titties, the same coloring with the same beautiful facial features. The young girl was wearing a pair of short shorts and a halter and Marie had to catch her breath at the deep cleavage between her tits that the halter spotlighted.
And she was crying her heart out. It was obvious that the young beauty was trying to stifle the sound her sobs made but to no avail.
"Hi, I'm Marie Ander ... , er, I mean, Marie Grant. Is there anything I can do?"
At first the girl didn't seem to hear her and Marie was about to speak again when the girl dabbed at her eyes, raised her eyes and said between sobs, "I'm sor-r-ry. I-I hope I-I didn't disturb you. No-o, t-there's nothing y-you c-can do. There's nothing a-anyone can d-do!" Marie looked into the beautiful, emerald-green eyes, now red-rimmed and bloodshot from crying. Despite the hectic fucking she and Peter had done at their "important" marriage, Marie couldn't help the hot flashes and itchiness in her cunt. Um, could she go for this piece!
"There, there, dear. Nothing is ever so bad that Mama Marie can't fix. Why don't I come over and fix you a nice drinkie? You'd be surprised what a little old drink can do to chase away the blues. I'll be right over."
Not waiting for the girl to reply, she turned and went into the bedroom where Peter was still dead to the world. Slipping on a bikini playsuit and slippers, she grabbed two bottles of champagne and fairly flew next door.
She rang the chimes and a few seconds later the door was opened by E. T. No. 2. She had composed herself somewhat, at least she wasn't crying any longer.
"Come in." the voice cracked. "My name is Cindy Holcomb. I really don't drink, but I guess I could use a little company right now. I don't expect Mike, my husband until the wee hours."
"Oh? Why did he have to leave?
Is someone ill or something?"
"No," Cindy said bitterly, "he's playing around with the Brady's, that's a couple we met down here. Durwood, Jane's husband, sits at the bar all night and gets drunk and Jame and Mike, my husband, go swimming together. Then they go dancing and have a late supper and THEN he comes home to me. She builds up the fire and I'm expected to put it out!" And she broke out into sobs again.
"Come on, honey, have a glass of champagne. It will do you good," Marie said, opening the cork and pouring a large portion into a water glass.
Cindy Holcomb gulped down the drink as if it were water, gulped a few times, then continued drinking until all the bubbly was gone.
"Tell me," Marie said studying her nails, "how's your sex life? I mean how do you like fucking with your husband? Does he satisfy you?"
Cindy blushed a deep red extending almost to the cleavage of her beautiful titties.
"Oh, that! That's all Mike wants to do is screw, screw, screw! If he had his way, we'd be in bed night and day. He claims I'm frigid ... a cold potato. He even said he wished now we had lived together before getting married, then he would have known ALL about me!"
"And you think he might be fucking this Jane Brady on the side is that it? Tell me, do you love him?"
"Yes-to both questions. I do know that he hasn't been pestering me for nookie since Jane came into the picture, four days ago. And yes, I love him very much. That's the trouble!"
"Then fight for him. Tell me, what do you find so objectionable about fucking your own husband? And what's with Jane's husband? How come he drinks all night with a hot piece like his wife around?"-
"First of all, he always wants to eat out my pussy. I find that disgusting but he claims it's part of the pre-fuck ritual. I don't want to do it. Secondly, Jane told me confidentially the first night we met that her husband can't satisfy her. It seems he cums immediately after sticking it in her. And she always ends up masturbating herself in the bathroom after he's asleep."
"Oh-Ho," thought Marie, "four more candidates for Ramrod!"
"Come here, Cindy," she said aloud.
The voluptuous beauty looked at her for a second then rose unsteadily to her feet. She hobbled over to Marie who stared into her eyes until Cindy was standing directly in front, eyes looking into eyes. With a gquick motion, Marie grabbed Cindy and kissed her passionately, inserting her tongue into the surprised girl's mouth before she had the chance to object.
Cindy squirmed at first, trying to disengage herself from Marie, but Marie was taller and stronger and she held her fast. After awhile Cindy stopped struggling and seemed to enjoy the kissing session. Then, Marie entwined her tongue around Cindy's and started sucking it. It wasn't long before Cindy was feeling the thrill and responding to it.
With a fast jerk, Marie untied the halter straps tied at the nape of Cindy's neck and pushed the top down. Cindy's enormous titties plopped out, and gently, still sucking Cindy's tongue Marie flicked her finger tips over the girl's nipples, engorging and exciting them.
Cindy moaned, her arousal now complete. Swiftly, Marie positioned her mouth on one of the huge cherries and began sucking and licking it, still gently rubbing the other nipple with her fingers.
Cindy threw back her head in complete ecstasy and her moans grew louder.
"Oh-oh-oh! I feel so good. My pussy wants to get fucked! My pussy wants to get fucked!"
That was the signal Marie was waiting for. Gently she led Cindy into the bedroom and onto the bed. Cindy fell back on the coverlet, passion contorting her face into a mask of exquisite lust. Swiftly Marie unzipped the shorts and, along with the transparent panties, pulled them from the writhing body.
The thick black curls on Cindy's cunt excited Marie. This girl had the pussy hair of a forest, long, thick and enchanting. As Marie parted the thick growth and started licking the outer twat lips, she squelched the fire in her own cunt thinking, "This is for you, Father Burton. This is to atone for making you fuck me. By setting this kid on the right track by making her happy, I'll pay my penance for seducing you!"
Marie got right at the target. Licking and sucking the outer, then the inner, she fastened her mouth on Cindy's clitty sucking and licking at it until Cindy was mad with desire.
Getting right to the meat of the matter, Marie then inserted her stiffened tongue right into Cindy's fuck-hole. It was tight (poor kid hasn't been fucked much) and juicy and Marie proceeded to tongue-fuck Cindy, the girl screaming:
Marie knew that Cindy would shoot her cum soon. The girl was a mass of wriggling, excited, hot flesh, pounding her cunt as close to Marie's mouth as possible. A few more jabs of her tongue into the tight twat and Marie could taste the profuse cunt juice that Cindy had let go. (Probably hadn't ever had a climax either, Marie thought ruefully.)
Cindy had become a trembling mass of vibrating protoplasm screaming, "Oh, God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! I'M C-U-M-MING! O-h-h-h!"
With a sigh Cindy seemed to burrow into the mattress, her body completely relaxed, a smile playing around her mouth.
Marie stood up, licking her lips of all that sublime cunt nectar that Cindy had so thoughtfully rewarded her for her efforts.
Marie drank a small glass of champagne, then went to the bathroom and, wetting a towel, went back to Cindy and wiped her face. Slowly, Cindy opened her eyes, looked at Marie and smiled, her beautiful eyes showing their gratitude and love.
"Now that wasn't too bad was it Cindy? And think of how much nicer it will be from the guy you love?"
Cindy sat up. "Oh, Marie, I've been such a fool. I never knew pussy-sucking could feel like this. I hope it's not too late for Mike and me!"
"I've got an idea," Marie said thoughtfully. "You say Jane's husband is in the-bar? Why not play tit for tat? Maybe if Mike thinks he has competition, he'll see the light. Especially since you know how good it'll be when Mike sucks your cunny, it's worth a chance. But you must do exactly as I say. Okay?"
"Okay," Cindy agreed, her eyes lighting up.
Marie went to Cindy's closet and selected the sexiest evening gown Cindy owned, a green chiffon that matched her eyes. The top would just barely cover those magnificent boobies. Like a Mother Hen, Marie proceeded to bathe, powder, perfume and dress that voluptuous body, all the time resisting that aching urge in her own cunt.
Last, she set her hair in the style Elizabeth Taylor chooses when she wants to look sophisticated, up on top of her head with a diamond clip set perkily among the curls. A smart silver evening bag and matching chiffon full-length gloves and Cindy was ready for whatever lay before her that evening, hopefully her husband.
Cindy looked absolutely stunning: a woman of the world-a woman who could satisfy any man's desires.
"Leave a note telling Mike where you'll be and leave it in a place where he'll be sure to see it. I'll see you tomorrow."
But Marie didn't have to wait for the next day to find out how Cindy made out; she heard it all on the terrace later that evening over a late supper that she had sent up after Peter awoke.
The loud moans and groans of both Cindy and Mike emanating from their bedroom (apparently they had forgotten to shut the French doors or maybe Cindy had left it open deliberately) told Marie all she needed to know. The evening had been a huge success and Cindy had Mike where she wanted him to stay forever.
And when they both shot their cums together and screamed out their passion and ecstasy, Peter got hot just listening to them.
"That happily fucking couple next door is giving me ideas. C'mon, Baby, let's fuck and suck and fuck and suck...." The evening had indeed been a gigantic success all the way around.
As Peter slipped off Marie's see-through negligee and started tonguing her nipples into hard erection, Marie thought, "Tomorrow when I see Cindy, I must give her my address at Ramrod. There's still a great deal that beauty must learn."
And as for Jane Brady, well, Marie was fairly confident that after Marie and Jane's husband had a fucking session or two, Jane's cunt would be completely satisfied. Forever after satisfied.
"And it's all for you, Father Burton," Marie thought as Peter started ramming his prick deep into her hot, hungry pussy, "It's all for you!"
