Clutching her portfolio tightly under one arm, Louise squeezed herself into the crowded subway car. As usual, no one offered her a seat. With her free hand she grasped the overhead strap, hoping she could keep her balance through the long, lurching ride to the suburb where she lived. This Boston subway system has to be the most frustrating in the world, she thought. More than once in the past months a sudden jerk of the decrepit old car had sent her sprawling.
A blush rose to her cheeks as she recalled one such incident. She had been wearing a simple skirt and blouse outfit that day, about six weeks ago. She never wore panties, and the skirt, while sufficiently short to afford freedom and comfort, was not short enough to reveal her vital areas to the world. Though in most respects a very modern young woman, Louise still clung to a vestige of girlish modesty.
The train had been rattling along through the tunnels when suddenly, for no apparent reason, it came to a screeching halt. Unprepared for the jolt, Louise was flung headlong into a group of passengers in front of her. She lost her footing and tumbled head over heels onto the filthy floor of the subway car. Somehow her momentum caused her to roll into a sitting position, with her back resting against one of the seats at the front of the car. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees pressed up against her ample breasts.
Stunned by the impact of her fall, Louise sat there dazed, unmoving, for several seconds. The first sensation she was aware of was that at her ass. It felt unnaturally cold and clammy. Gradually it dawned on her that there was nothing between her bare bottom and the foul, disgusting floor of the subway car. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist!
Still not quite comprehending what had happened, Louise looked up. Every pair of eyes in the car was gazing in her direction. But these weren't the sympathetic looks of bystanders concerned for her safety. The expressions on the faces were gawking and lustful, the eyes riveted to her crotch! Louise suddenly realized that the disarray of her skirt and the sprawled position of her legs, caused by the fall, had afforded each and every person in the car a full, unobstructed view of her lovely, tender, succulent young cunt.
And what a cunt it was! Though Louise herself could never quite understand the sensation it caused, there was no one in the car who would deny that it was the sight of a lifetime. Delicately shaped, finely proportioned, with ripe, full outer lips surrounded by a wealth of exquisite honey-colored curls, Louise's cunt was breathtaking. Below the upper junction of the lips a magnificent vermilion clitoris protruded, quivering slightly. Beneath it lay a moist set of comely inner lips, as soft and subtly hued as the petals of a small pink rose. This cunt's entire aspect was one of harmony and beauty.
The jaded businessmen were aware that in viewing this sublime cunt they were undergoing an aesthetic experience of the highest order. Moreover, few of them had ever been so aroused sexually. Each would certainly have sold his soul at that moment for a chance to thrust his throbbing prick into that alluring pussy.
Even the women on the train were stricken by its perfection of shape and color, and gazed upon it unashamedly with envy and admiration. Little boys gaping at its mysteries felt unfamiliar stirrings in their young loins, full of the promise of things to come. And little girls, glancing at it shyly, knew they were in the presence of an ideal to which they might someday aspire. But as for Louise, she had felt quite a different emotion at that moment-utter humiliation!
Shuddering at the recollection, she clutched the strap tighter than ever. She remembered how she had yanked down her skirt and pulled herself to her feet. She hadn't been injured by the fall, but her pride was badly damaged. She could never forget the leering faces of the businessmen, or the sight of the bulging erections that were clearly visible through their trousers. After that day she never again wore a skirt, substituting instead a pair of soft, well-worn blue jeans. She was certainly no prude, but it had all been so, well, overwhelming!
Louise was nineteen; and an art student at a leading Boston institute. Every morning she left the apartment she shared with two other girls and rode the subway into the city. After the day's classes, she boarded an outbound train and returned home. But Louise wasn't sure how much longer this routine would continue. In fact, that very day she had come perilously close to being thrown out of school. She couldn't help smiling as she recalled the circumstances.
She was enrolled in a course entitled, The Art of the Human Figure. Usually it was insufferably dull. She quickly became bored sketching or painting the same uninteresting models day after day, and she could barely keep awake during the endless lectures on anatomy. But that day things had been different. Had they ever been different! It was the first time she'd enjoyed the class, but her enjoyment had nearly caused her expulsion.
That day the model was a strikingly handsome young man of about Louise's age. He was introduced to the class as Mark. As soon as Louise got a look at Mark, she knew this class was going to be something special. She was immediately smitten by his attractive features, curly blond hair, evenly tanned complexion, and powerful physique. He was gorgeous! But her initial reaction to Mark was nothing compared to the jolt she received when the professor casually announced that this striking young Adonis was going to model in the nude!
Louise was stunned, paralyzed. She nearly swooned with sheer delight, but controlled herself with the thought that she didn't want to miss a single delicious moment of what was to follow. Being the modest, self-conscious girl she was, she was careful to appear calm and unruffled. She glanced quickly at the faces of her fellow students. They all seemed to be taking it in stride. As a matter-of-fact, she thought, they might have been preparing to sketch an old barn, for all the emotion they were showing.
As art students they were taught to cultivate a detached, almost blase attitude toward such things, but Louise couldn't help the way she felt. Just thinking about the idea of feasting her eyes on the delicious nakedness of this young stud had her in ecstasy. The mere anticipation had caused the juices to flow from her palpitating pussy. She hoped the telltale odor wouldn't betray her mounting excitement to the rest of the class.
Louise heart pounded even harder when Mark took his place in front of the class. He began to disrobe with agonizing slowness. First he slipped the sandals from his feet. Next he pulled off his sweater to expose a well muscled chest sprinkled with fine blonde hairs. As his hands moved to his waist, Louise knew the moment of truth was at hand. It was all she could do to restrain herself from plunging a hand into her jeans to massage her swollen clit. It was now aching with passion.
With deliberate movements Mark unhooked the braided belt he wore. A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. For me? wondered Louise. She couldn't be sure.
His fingers moved to the zipper of his skintight leather pants. Inch by inch he pulled it down. To Louise this operation seemed to take place in slow motion. Her mouth had gone dry, and her stomach churned with anticipation. She could scarcely draw a breath. Her cunt was now secreting a veritable torrent of pungent juices. Already the crotch of her jeans was saturated. But by now she was oblivious to anything but the spectacle of Mark undressing. The zipper was down, and she knew what must inevitably follow. She could thank her lucky stars she had a front-row seat.
She was not disappointed. With a flourish this young demigod, seemingly unaware of the sensations he was causing in Louise, whipped off his trousers and flung them into a corner. Louise stifled a gasp. Now he was totally, utterly nude. The sight was all she had hoped for, all she had dreamed of-and more!
There, not five feet from her face, was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen! It was a tremendous instrument that seemed to dominate his entire abdomen. It hung a good eleven inches over a pair of massive balls. The amazing breadth and thickness of it merely enhanced the impression of its immensity. Because of its great length and heaviness it had begun to swing slightly, like a pendulum, as if it had a life of its own.
Louise couldn't take her eyes off it. She was charmed by the enormous blue-veined trunk that dangled so freely from his hairy groin, and by the great purple knob on its end. With a shiver of delight she realized that each one of the gigantic balls was more than she could hold in one hand. The picture was completed by a network of crisp, curly blond hairs that encircled the entire structure. How she longed to run her fingers through this miniature forest, and fervently caress all the adjacent landmarks! It was like a dream.
But the inhibited girl knew that, for her, a dream it must remain. She could look but not touch. How would it appear to the class of suddenly she began to fondle the genital organs of the day's model? Students at the Institute were supposed to have their minds on art, not raw sex. So although every cell of her ripe young body cried out to touch this masterpiece of male beauty, she dared not give way to the impulse. Her only recourse was to satisfy herself in daydreams, as she so often found herself doing.
Mark climbed onto a stool and adopted a stationary pose. Did she imagine it, or had she seen a devilish twinkle in his eye? Could he be aware of how his body was affecting her? Already the rest of the students, ever business-like, were sketching him. Her hands trembling, Louise picked up a stick of charcoal and began to move it across the paper in front of her. As the outlines took shape, she began to fantasy, as she had done so many times. Her fantasies had an intensity that only a shy, inhibited girl like herself could give them. Gradually her imaginings took gentle possession of her mind, which was now completely enchanted by the stupendous cock staring her in the face.
She thought of Mark, naked, not in this dingy classroom surrounded by uninspired students, but on a secluded beach, perhaps an old Cape Cod. Yes, she could picture him, lying on his back behind a dune. She would discover him there, asleep, lulled by the sound of the waves. The rays of the late afternoon sun on his cock would make it look more inviting than ever. There would be no other people on the beach, no one to witness what would follow. And with Mark asleep, there would be no need for preliminaries or small talk. She could get right down to what she wanted most.
The stream of fantasy began to flow like a movie through Louise's head. She pulled off her bathing suit and cast it aside. Careful to make no sound, she approached Mark and knelt beside his sleeping form. There, in front of her face, reposed the massive hunk of meat she wanted with all her heart and soul. With an inaudible moan, she reached out and grasped it in her hand.
The thrill of touching it, of actually holding it, sent electric shocks through her body. It felt almost alive in her hand-hot, pulsating, elastic. She wrapped her palm around it and squeezed tightly, trembling with delight. It was beginning to stir, to expand in her hand. She gasped and began to pump the huge organ, squeezing even tighter. It was turning a bright red color, and its temperature was definitely on the rise. The veins were thickening, tightening, straining against her fingers. Suddenly she realized that the action of her hand was giving Mark a hard on!
She was stunned by this new development. Mark's cock in its flaccid state was mind-blowing enough. What this colossal tool would look like erect was impossible to imagine. But Louise knew there was no turning back now. She was going to find out!
Faster and faster she pumped, her whole arm vigorously working in a rhythm she knew he would respond to. With a rolling movement of her wrists she shook his ever-enlarging member from side to side as she gripped it with all her might. Her exertions were causing the enormous wrinkled balls to awaken and vibrate. She knew what that meant, but she wasn't going to stop now.
As Mark's cock grew she was finding it more and more difficult to keep hold of it. It was actually prying her fingers apart with its ever-increasing size and rigidity. Finally she knew she couldn't keep it up any longer. She'd been squeezing and pumping for all she was worth, and now she was just plain exhausted. She released the great weight in her hand, and looked down upon it. Here was an erect penis in all its glory-the biggest she had ever seen.
Its shaft was as rigid as an iron bar, flat against his belly, pointing straight up toward his chin. It was a bright, throbbing red. Veins protruded from the sides of it like stout cords. The plum-colored knob at the end of the shaft was taut and swollen. This was the symbol of fertility that the ancients had worshipped-here, before her very eyes. What would she do with it now?
She looked Mark directly in the face, searching for some clue that might make her decision easier. But the youth was bewildered, speechless. Helplessly he waited for what would transpire. Louise's eyes slowly shifted back to his rigid organ, which now seemed to blaze before her gaze with a carnal fire all its own. Her mind was made up.
She thrust it into her mouth and began to suck it.
Mark's prick was so huge that Louise's mouth could barely accommodate it. But she was aware of no discomfort, only the power of that massive stiffened rod. Catching a breath whenever she could, she began to pump her head up and down over his swollen flesh, the soft insides of her cheeks sliding over its bulbous head. From time to time she varied the rhythm so that he might enjoy the greatest variety of sensations possible. She coordinated the movements of her lips and throat to create a suction she knew was driving him wild. While this was going on, her left hand grasped the reddened shaft at its base and jerked it up and down in time to the rhythm of her sucking mouth. Her right hand was occupied with fondling his scrotum. The feel of one of his big balls in her hand only heightened her excitement.
While sucking the cock Louise began to work her tongue into the opening of his prick, wiggling it back and forth spasmodically. Saliva drooled from her mouth, lubricating the rock-hard tool. She pumped and sucked like a woman possessed, faster and faster. She heard Mark moan, a low cry of rapture. How proud she was to pay homage to this young male demigod and his wonderful cock!
At this moment all time seemed to stop. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She was conscious only of the throbbing prick in her mouth. Fatigue meant nothing. She instinctively felt as if her lips, cheeks, and tongue existed for one purpose alone-to suck Mark's magnificent young cock. Her furious churning motions had become a frenzy of cocksucking. She had turned into a cocksucking machine, and was administering the most devastating blow-job the civilized world had ever seen.
Now her head was only a blur, pumping up and down on Mark's cock with a speed too rapid to follow with the naked eye. Her hysterical movements were nearly forcing the titanic organ down her throat, but she was too far gone to care. She knew that her efforts could have but one result, and she was eager for it. When Mark's balls began to twitch she knew that any second this wanton scene would reach its climax.
Suddenly, like a bursting dam, Mark began to come.
Huge blobs of thick, creamy sperm gushed out of his cock with incredible force. With a cry of purest ecstasy Louise gulped it down and sucked all the harder, eager to draw every drop of it from his churning balls. Pumping his swollen shaft like mad with her hands, she brought forth spurt after spurt into her hot mouth. There seemed to be no end to it. Still she sucked, gulping furiously, swallowing every last ounce of the rich come. Thick streams of it dribbled from her lips and down her chin. She loved the taste, the feel of it in her mouth. She sucked and massaged his cock until he was completely dry.
"All right, class. Turn in today's sketches for my evaluation, and I'll see you at the same time tomorrow."
Professor Nelson's rasping voice broke cruelly into her reverie. Class was over! Already Mark was putting his clothes back on. The rest of the students were filing out. Not even bothering to look at her sketch, Louise plunked it down on the professor's desk and hurried out of the room, almost in tears. Why does it have to be over? she thought bitterly. Why couldn't it just go on forever?
Her cheeks flushed, her crotch thoroughly soaked, Louise took her seat in her next class, Graphic Design. Another dull hour, she thought. I should have cut this class and spent the time masturbating in the girls' room. If there's anything I could use right now, it's a violent orgasm!
Halfway through the class, a student from another division brought in a note to the instructor. She read it perplexedly and then looked directly at Louise.
"The Dean of Women wants you to report to her office, Louise," she said. "Right away."
What can this be about? she wondered as she left the class and walked down the hall toward the Dean's office. She was thoroughly puzzled. The Dean of Women usually handled disciplinary matters, but Louise knew that her conduct as a student was at all times beyond reproach. She knocked on the door.
"Come in, Louise."
Louise entered the office. Behind a large desk sat the Dean of Women, a prim, sixtyish lady wearing a severely tailored gray suit. Standing next to her was Professor Nelson. He was holding a piece of sketching paper in his hand.
"Sit down, Louise."
"I'd rather stand, thank you. Why did you want to see me?"
"Professor Nelson has brought something very serious to my attention. I don't know if this is your idea of a joke, but whatever it is, I'm appalled at this kind of thing from a decent girl like you. I'm sure you know what I'm referring to."
"I'm sorry, but I haven't the slightest idea." Louise was mystified. Whatever was she talking about?
The Dean grabbed the sketch from Professor Nelson's hand and slapped it face up on the desk in front of her.
"Do you deny that this is your sketch, young lady?"
Louise stared at it, horrified. It was hers, all right. It was a sketch of Mark, done in charcoal, virtually identical to every sketch made that day in class-except for one small detail. The young man in the drawing was sporting a huge hard on!
Oh, no! thought Louise. I must have been completely carried away by my fantasies, and not known what I was doing. I certainly wouldn't have turned in my sketch if I'd realized. She began to flush furiously.
Before she could stammer a reply, Professor Nelson seized the sketch and tore it into shreds.
"I don't want this type of immorality in my class," he declared haughtily. "I think this young hussy should be expelled forthwith. Such actions should not be tolerated!"
"I understand your feelings, Professor Nelson," said the Dean, "and I'm as shocked and revolted as you are. However, I think expulsion is too severe a penalty for a girl like Louise, who has had a clean record of deportment until today. So I'm going to let her off with a warning. But if anything like this ever happens again, Louise, it will be dealt with most severely! Now return to your class, and try to keep your mind out of the gutter!"
Louise left the office burning with embarrassment. Luckily the Dean gave me a break, she thought. My parents would never forgive me if I got kicked out of art school, especially for a reason like that. Goddamn that Professor Nelson, anyway! That old shit is just jealous. He knows no one would ever want to suck his shriveled little prick!
Still clutching the overhead strap, Louise was abruptly brought back to the present by a particularly violent jolt of the subway car. This time she was able to keep her balance. Looking around her, she noticed that the train was more crowded than ever. For every traveler that got off, two seemed to take his place, until the occupants of each car were crammed together like cattle on their way to the stockyards. In front of her stood an old lady hanging onto a strap for dear life. No one's offered her a seat, either, thought Louise.
The ride seemed interminable. There were about two dozen stations between the Institute and her destination, and they'd only stopped at about half of them so far. The standing was uncomfortable enough, but the passenger directly behind Louise made matters even worse. He was a disheveled old goat wearing an overcoat that looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in a decade. He was obviously drunk. He lurched against her at every turn, muttering obscenities under his breath and taking indecent liberties with a scabrous, dirt-encrusted hand. The stench of his breath made Louise feel faint. To her immense relief, the derelict left the train after a few stops.
Louise glanced with approval at the commuter who took his place, a clean-cut, expensively dressed man of about thirty, wearing an unbuttoned trench coat over his conservative business suit. He looks harmless, she thought. A lot more pleasant than that wino, at any rate. Louise had had all the aggravation she could take for one day. All she could think of was getting back to her apartment for a hot shower and some supper.
At the next stop so many passengers entered the car that there was hardly room enough left in which to breathe. Louise was squeezed in so tightly that she couldn't move. Good thing I'm not getting off until the end of the line, she thought. I couldn't get out of here now to save my life. The train started again with a jerk and rattled on toward the next station.
After a while Louise noticed something pressing against her rear end. At first she thought it was her imagination, but the sensation persisted. Slowly she become convinced that something hard and blunt was intruding into her ass. It was unmistakable. When she tried to turn around to have a look, she found to her dismay that this was impossible. The passengers were simply packed in too tightly. She was pinned in her position, unable to see the cause of her discomfort, and unable to get out of its way. Her hands weren't free, either. One was holding her portfolio while the other was busy hanging on to the overhead strap. What a dilemma! Louise's frustration mounted. There was no way for her to find out what was going on.
She remembered the well-groomed man in the trench coat who was directly in back of her. He had to be the source of the problem, whether he realized it or not. Perhaps he had an umbrella that was accidentally pressing into her. But no, she remembered that his hands had been empty. What, then?
Another possible answer leaped into her mind. Of course! He was goosing her!
Louise was somewhat shocked that this respectable looking young man would do such a thing. She had been goosed before on the subway, more than once, and even pinched a few times. But the goosers and pinchers had always been unsavory types, like that old wino. This guy was kind of cute. Even so, the hard object was pressing more persistently than ever into her ass. It was situated right in the center, where the cleft between her buttocks was located.
Imagine! Goosing me like that on a public trolley! He ought to be ashamed of himself, thought Louise. She began to blush again. It was obvious that because of the crowded condition of the train none of the other passengers could tell what was going on.
The finger, or whatever it was, thrust even harder against her. It was straining against the soft material of her jeans, almost threatening to burst through the fabric and plunge into her asshole. Why wouldn't he stop? By now Louise's discomfort had become almost unendurable. Not content now to merely shove against her voluptuous ass, the finger was wiggling and twitching like mad. The friction was irritating the tender flesh of her young buttocks. It was driving her crazy, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Suddenly the finger withdrew. The train had finally reached the end of the line. The doors opened and the passengers started to disentangle themselves and file out. Louise's first thought was one of relief. Then she spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of her tormentor. She sighted him hurrying out the rear door. Too embarrassed to look me in the face, she mused. He's too timid to ask a girl for a date, so he gooses her on a crowded streetcar. Well, he's got some nerve!
Her hand left the strap it had been gripping and touched her sore buttocks. It came away covered with a thick, sticky substance. What on earth! she thought. She held the hand in front of her face in order to examine it.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "It can't be! It's-it's come!"
Yes, it was unmistakably human sperm that smeared the seat of her jeans. Its chalky color, creamy texture, and distinctive odor made that all too clear. Just to make sure, she tasted it. It was come, all right, beyond the shadow of a doubt. And that meant it hadn't been a finger pressing into her ass, but a fat, hard, throbbing penis.
"Looks like he got you, too, eh, dearie?" said a cackling voice. It was the old lady who had been in front of her on the train. "Got me last month. Soiled my best dress, too. Filthy bugger. Ought to be arrested!"
The truth was plain. Louise had been the victim of an act of frottage.
CHAPTER TWO
Louise stood dumbfounded on the station platform, wiping her come-smeared hand with a Kleenex. This is the last straw! She thought indignantly. He can't get away with this! I'm going to find that slimy pervert and demand an apology. And if he won't apologize, I'll go straight to the police!
She hurried out of the station and peered up and down the street. Finally she caught sight of a man in a white trench coat, almost two blocks away by now. Certain that this was her assailant, she began to pursue him, the seat of her jeans dripping with come. A strong-willed girl when angered, Louise was determined not to let him escape. He had humiliated her and messed up her clothes, and she intended to give him a piece of her mind.
Unaware that he was being followed, the man in the trench coat entered a ritzy-looking high-rise apartment building. That must be where he lives, thought Louise. I've got the bastard now. I don't care if he's got a wife and seven little kiddies. Imagine accosting an innocent girl in a subway like that! I'm going to tell him exactly what I think of him.
The hallway of the building was empty when Louise got there.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. "How will I ever find him now?" With mounting exasperation she examined the directory on the wall. There were fourteen floors in the building, and each floor contained four apartments. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Had she lost him?
Wait a minute! Louise glanced over at the elevator. Sure enough, the indicator showed that it was ascending. She hadn't seen anyone else go into the building, so the man in the trench coat hid to be the elevator's passenger. At number nine the indicator stopped moving. The elevator was letting him off. triumphantly Louise turned to the directory again and scrutinized the names of the tenants on the ninth floor.
Ebenezer Blodgett? Definitely an old codger. She couldn't imagine a young guy with a name like that.
Noboru Mlyazawa? Well, he certainly hadn't been Japanese.
Elizabeth Parker? That was no woman in that trench coat!
William Campbell Apartment 904. That had to be the one!
Louise pressed the button and waited for the elevator. She was trembling with rage and indignation. The sticky come was starting to seep through the fabric of her jeans, dampening her ass. The creep! All the way up to the ninth floor Louise gritted her teeth, mentally rehearsing the angry words she would say to Mr. William Campbell.
The elevator stopped, its doors wrenching open with a thud. Without a moment's hesitation Louise strode down the corridor to 904 and pressed the buzzer as hard as she could, ready to confront the man who had humiliated her.
She heard footsteps, and then the door opened wide. She had guessed right. There he stood. He hadn't even had time to take off his trench coat. William Campbell was definitely the man who had accosted her.
She gave him the once-over. It was the first chance she'd had to get a good look at him. He was about medium height, with average build. He seemed to be around thirty years old, but his boyish smile and the youthful cut of his dark brown hair made it a young thirty. His face was well tanned, with hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and a full, sensuous mouth. All in all, he was pretty damn good looking, and Louise couldn't help wondering what would cause such a man to commit an act of frottage in a subway. His apartment looked expensively furnished, even by the standards of this high-rent district. Certainly he could have had any number of attractive girls at his beck and call.
Their eyes met.
"Oh, it's you!" he said pleasantly. He actually seemed happy to see her. Was there no end to his impudence?
"Yes, it's me, all right," she replied, trying to sound as stern as she could. "I have a few things to way to you."
"I'm sure you do," he said with a smile. "You wouldn't have come all the way up here if you didn't. Well, come on in and let's hear them!" He made a gesture of welcome, and started to remove his coat.
Louise hesitated. So far things just weren't going the way she'd expected they would. She thought he'd be shocked, ashamed, penitent. But this affable young man was nothing of the sort. He seemed the perfect gentleman, not in the least discomfited by her presence. He was actually greeting her like an old friend! Charmed in spite of herself, Louise entered the apartment.
She hadn't been wrong about its opulence. It was furnished with priceless antiques, and magnificent tapestries hung from the walls. Evidently Campbell possessed an abundance of both taste and money. She couldn't reconcile these luxurious lodgings with the vulgar act of which she had so recently been the victim. But there was no mistake. This was indeed the same man.
"Can I get you a drink, Miss-"
"My name's Louise. And yes, please, I'd like a Golden Cadillac." A powerful drink was what she needed right now.
"One Golden Cadillac coming up," he said, moving behind his well-stocked bar. She wondered why he was grinning so broadly. It was obvious that he approved of her selection wholeheartedly. Then it hit her. For some reason she had asked for a drink that looked and tasted like come! The significance had been plain to him immediately. Had she been secretly stimulated by his act, but unconsciously repressed the pleasure she had felt? Now she was beginning to wonder.
Louise blushed furiously. She knew she was rapidly losing control of the situation. It was too late to ask for something else, and now she needed that drink more than ever.
"You can call me Bill," he said, merrily mixing the Galliano and cream. "And HI have bourbon, if you don't mind."
"Go right ahead," she stammered as he handed her the drink. She sipped it eagerly. Bill poured himself five fingers of Wild Turkey and walked over to a large divan.
"I'm so glad you could come over, Louise. Have a seat."
"I don't think I'd better," she replied, remembering the come on her pants. She didn't want to stain any of his expensive furniture.
"I understand," laughed Bill. "Let me get you a towel to wrap around yourself." It was impossible to dislike this charming young Lothario.
As Bill disappeared into the bathroom, Louise took a long pull on her drink. He's acting as if nothing abnormal has happened at all! she mused. Is he warped, or is it me? After all, he didn't really hurt me. It was actually harmless enough. Why was I so offended? Am I making a big deal over nothing?
Bill returned with a large Turkish towel, which he handed to the now thoroughly confused Louise. She tucked it into the waist of her jeans so that it covered her come-smeared bottom, then seated herself in a velvet-upholstered chair. Bill sat on the divan. He looked at her expectantly.
"Well," she began, blushing again. Damn it, she thought. He's the one who should be embarrassed, not me!
"Mr. Campbell, er, Bill, that is," she stammered. "I've got to tell you that I was never so shocked in all my life."
"Well, I'm certainly sorry about that, Louise," he replied in a kind voice. "The last thing I wanted to do was disturb you. I think you're stunningly attractive, and now that I've met you, I'm convinced your personality is every bit as delightful as your face and figure."
Louise was taken aback by this gallant compliment. Just moments ago she had been prepared to despise this man. Now she was actually beginning to like him.
"Thanks, Bill. I've got to admit that talking to you has given me a much better impression of you than the one I had at first."
"Then I'm glad you came. Really, I couldn't be more pleased. I'm sure you're curious about what happened in the subway. Has anything like that ever happened to you before?"
Louise shook her head.
"I thought not," he continued. "Frottage isn't all that common, you know. Many people think it's disgusting. I can't understand why. I think it's great! It's a lot of fun, and I must admit that I prefer it to any other mode of sexual expression."
Louise didn't know what to think. He sounded so worldly, so experienced. She felt like such a silly, immature girl in his presence. Her earlier anger and dismay now seemed childish and unworthy of a grown-up woman. She stared down into her drink.
"Few people really know anything about frottage," said Bill. "There are so many misconceptions associated with the act in the minds of the public. Frottage isn't rape. No actual penetration takes place. Frottage is properly defined as the compulsive desire of a person to rub his sexual organ against some part of the body of another person, generally of the opposite sex. To me it's the most intense form of erotic gratification imaginable. I practice it by choice."
"Gosh!" exclaimed Louise. "You seem to know so much about it."
"Well, I've made a study of it. I like to understand my desires and motivations. 'Know thyself,' that's my motto."
Bill fascinated Louise. His voice was friendly, his manner ingratiating, and his looks, well, inviting! She was curious to know more about him. She had to admit she was beginning to feel strongly attracted to him. She was impressed by his intelligence and erudite way of speaking. At the same time he was both frank and down-to-earth, and that too appealed to her. Her eyes sparkled as she listened to him speak.
"Yes, Louise, I am what is known as a frotteur. I'm not ashamed of it, but circumstances force me to be discreet, and, at times, downright furtive about it. Unfortunately the authorities aren't as enlightened as they should be in this modern age, and occasionally prosecute those who indulge in this essentially harmless pastime. Of course, I myself have never been arrested. I choose my partners with care, unsuspecting though they are, and indeed must be. Each site is also selected well in advance. I rarely act on impulse alone."
"You mean, what happened today was planned? And you intended me to be your victim all along?"
"Victim? I prefer to use the word 'partner.' But yes, Louise, you are right. I'd been planning this one for weeks."
"Why me?"
"Well, I first noticed you one day on the subway when you lost your balance and fell to the floor in an awkward position. Your delectable young cunt was visible to everyone, you know, and I for one was smitten by it."
Embarrassed by this familiarity, Louise averted her eyes. But she was fascinated by Bill's story, and wanted him to go on. He obliged.
"Since that day I noticed that you took the precaution of wearing pants. I knew right then and there that this was a golden opportunity for some grand frottage, and was determined to bring it about. I made a note of the fact that you were on the subway nearly every day when I boarded it to return home from work. From there it was just a question of waiting for my chance. I needed to be able to get into position directly in back of you. And the car had to be very crowded, so that you couldn't move away. Every day I watched your delightful ass, waiting for the right moment. Someone would always be behind you already when I got on. Or the car just wouldn't be crowded enough to suit me."
"But with all those people on the train, weren't you afraid someone would see what you were doing?"
"Well, you see, Louise, that's all part of the thrill of frottage. It's the idea that you're committing a sexual act in the midst of a crowd of total strangers! While it's happening, I really get turned on thinking how it would blow their minds if they realized what I was doing. But all the same, I don't expose myself too openly. I'm no exhibitionist. That's too juvenile for my tastes.
"That's why I wear my trench coat-to conceal my naked prick after I whip it out of my pants. An onlooker might surmise what is going on when he sees my proximity to a woman and observes the thrusting motion of my hips. But he doesn't know for sure because he can't actually see the contact of my cock with her ass. You should see some of their faces! It's too much. Oh, I engage in all types of sexual activity, to be sure, and enjoy them all well enough. But I always come back to frottage. There's nothing quite like it."
"You said that's a part of the thrill. What's the other part?" asked Louise, frankly interested. The effects of the drink and the stimulating conversation were rapidly melting away her inhibitions.
"The physical sensation," he replied. "The friction of my red-hot, inflamed penis rubbing against the soft, cloth-covered rear end of a woman is simply exquisite. Take my word for it. I found your ass particularly alluring. I could see where the denim had been worn smooth around the seat, and I knew it would feel great rubbing over the head of my cock. And if I may say so, Louise, you fill out those jeans to perfection."
"Thank you," said Louise demurely.
"I mean it. You have a fantastic ass! I used to come home every night and jerk off like crazy, picturing those two round, full, pulsating buttocks in my mind-the way they seemed to thrust out at me! I knew you weren't wearing any panties, and I was definitely aroused by the way the cloth seemed to cling to the crack of your ass. I'm no newcomer to frottage, and I want to tell you in all sincerity that your ass is without a doubt the finest I've ever encountered."
"But weren't you taking an awful chance? What if I'd gone directly to the police and reported you? You'd have been arrested!"
"I didn't think there was much chance of that. You see, Louise, I've been studying you. You seemed to be uptight, inhibited. I suspected negative sex conditioning when you were growing up caused you to repress your real desires. You carried this habit into your adult life. You're self-conscious and unsure of yourself. I wanted to gratify my own desires, certainly, but I also wanted to help liberate you. I was sure that, underneath your automatic reactions of shame and disgust, you would be thrilled to have a strange man cream your jeans in public. I gambled that this subconscious acceptance of the act would prevent you from going to the police. And I guess I was right. After all, here you are."
"Well, to be honest, Bill, I can't really say what I felt. It was so unexpected. Too much for me to handle all at once. You guessed right about my upbringing. I've always been aware that I was kind of shy and held back abnormally so for a girl of today. But you've taught me an important lesson, Bill-to take life as I find it, without hesitation or shame. You miss out on so much otherwise. And the first act of my liberation, as you call it, will be to ask you to fuck me. Will you?"
Bill grinned. "You bet your sweet ass I will," he replied. "I'd be delighted. I was hoping you'd say something like that. The bedroom's this way."
Already Louise's cunt was dripping wet. The conversation had excited her terribly. Instead of being angry with Bill for the indignity she'd suffered on the subway, Louise was now falling for him in a big way.
But a lingering suspicion remained. Was he a good fucker? Or, in spite of his words, was he merely a pervert who could only get it up in a decrepit old subway car? The way he'd explained it, even as outrageous an act as frottage sounded natural and healthy. But there were other aspects of sex too. Had he mastered these as well?
At age nineteen Louise had been fucked before, of course. But none of the men in her life had been inspiring. She enjoyed fucking, but even with a stiff prick up her snatch she'd never really been able to let herself go and be carried away by the deep, wanton passion she'd read about and longed to experience firsthand. Maybe it was her upbringing, as Bill suspected. One thing was certain-she had never found a man in real life to match the men of her fantasies.
But she sensed this Bill Campbell was different. He was a connoisseur of the sexual arts, and right now the reality of Bill was more potent than any fantasy she could recall. Her cunt was steaming!
She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, then yanked off her come-spattered jeans. Now she was naked before Bill's devouring gaze. She hoped he liked what he saw. Her long blonde hair was perfectly straight and hung down well below her shoulders. Large blue eyes stood out prominently from a healthy peaches-and-cream complexion. At first glance most men considered her attractive, and when they got a good look at her body, this opinion was confirmed.
Her huge, shapely tits projected saucily into the air, almost begging to be squeezed and fondled. Their bewitching, coral-colored nipples were large, protuberant, and nearly always erect. When Louise moved even slightly, each massive tit bounced and wobbled deliciously.
Below these formidable globes, a narrow waist flared into a pair of very ample hips. These supported the magnificent ass that had so enraptured Bill. Naked, it was even more inviting-high slung, taut, and full, unmarred by wrinkle or blemish. Firm of texture and creamy white of color, its aspect was lovely enough to arouse even the most jaded sensibilities. No man could view it without feeling an overwhelming urge to thrust a stiffened prick into the tantalizing cleft between those two majestic cheeks.
But the piece de resistance was Louise's downy, tender, captivating young pussy, which by now was dripping with the hot, savory juices of her rising passion. The cunt of the Century! thought Bill, and at that moment his complete attention was focused on the idea of penetrating it.
In a flash he was naked. Louise noted with approval that his prick was already erect. She was not put off by its only average dimensions. She was wise enough to know that size in itself was not as important as the technique with which the tool was used. Bill's confident manner indicated that he knew just how to use the rock-hard cock that was swaying before him as he approached.
She moaned as one of his strong hands forced her to the bed. His other hand reached for her left boob and began to knead it, enjoying its firm, creamy-smooth texture. Her right boob had somehow popped into his mouth. The action of his tongue on her engorged nipple made her gasp with delight. One tit was being sucked and licked while the other was being pinched, squeezed, and fondled. She couldn't decide which she liked better.
Bill was convinced he had never been invited to a more sumptuous feast of female delights. He had fucked a multitude of eager women in his life. He'd fucked them young and old, tall and short, portly and slender, rich women, poor women, white women, black women, Chinese, Filipinos, and even Australian aborigine. He'd shot his sperm into their cunts, their assholes, and their mouths, and in addition to all this, had found satisfaction in frottage with scores of women the world over. But never had anyone aroused him the way this Louise did. Her demure manner kindled the fires of lust within him, and physically she seemed to personify feminine beauty at its ideal.
The training nipples in his hand and mouth were quivering with both wanton passion and vulnerability. He knew he was giving her pleasure, pleasure so intense it was overwhelming her. Nothing in the world could stop them now from reaching the ultimate in carnality. A thrill of power surged through his loins. He wouldn't be satisfied until streams of his come were dripping from her every orifice-until she was drenched with come. His balls felt heavy with anticipation. He had all the time in the world.
His free hand slid down her belly until it encountered her curly pubic hair. Her groin was bucking and trembling with excitement. With an anxious movement she spread her legs apart as wide as they would go. Her meaning couldn't have been clearer. Bill reached down and firmly began to stroke her tender pussy. As he did so, their open mouths met in a fiery kiss.
Louise's long wet tongue slithered into Bill's mouth like a pink serpent from some primeval depth. Frantically it slid all around the inside of his mouth, greedy for each new sensation. Bill knew he had been right about her. She was thoroughly aroused. All the repressed desires of past years were coming to the surface in a rush. This was truly his lucky day.
Saliva was drooling from her sucking, probing mouth, but it was nothing compared to the river of steaming cunt juice that flowed from Louise's pussy. His hand was soaked. Already the room was full of its tangy aroma. Her inner thighs were slippery with fluid. This cunt was out of control!
As he stroked it, Bill could feel the swollen clitoris nudging his hand. It was several times its normal size, and he imagine the sensations she must be experiencing each time his hand bumped against it. All right, he thought. Time to give her a real thrill.
Without further ado he began to massage her clit directly. By now Louise was thrashing about on the bed in wild abandon. Each touch of his expert fingers was affecting her like an electric shock. Her clit felt as if it would burst.
Bill couldn't believe the amount of heat rising from her snatch. He continued to tickle her incredible clit, playing with it like a cat with a ball of string. No area of its surface escaped his attention. He varied the rhythm so she never knew what sensation was coming next. One thing was clear-although the things he was doing were nearly unbearable, she loved every second of it.
Bill decided to alter the foreplay a bit. He inserted his middle finger right into her torrid vagina. Now Louise was going berserk with pleasure. She writhed on the bed while Bill's finger, with painstaking thoroughness, explored every millimeter of her slippery inner passage. The heat of her lust was intense, almost scalding, but Bill refused to withdraw the finger. He began to churn it around inside her, whipping her pungent fluids into a feverish brew. With this action Louise reached the point inhere she could stand no more.
"Slide your cock in there!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Bill with everything you've got! Fuck me!"
By this time Bill was more than willing to do just as she asked. After pulling out his finger, he placed his stiffened phallus at the entrance to her pussy. Taking a deep breath, he rammed it in to the hilt. Louise shrieked with delight.
"It's in me," she moaned. "Your wonderful prick. Jesus Christ! It feels so hard up my pussy! I can't stand it!"
Bill grunted, pulled back, and thrust again, his balls slamming against the cheeks of her ass as he buried the entire length of his cock in her greedy cunt. Louise shuddered. Tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks. Intuitively she knew that this was going to be the fuck she had always dreamed about. With a rolling movement she drew up her legs, placing the soles of her feet on Bill's shoulders. His prick was still imbedded in her snatch.
If there had been any doubt in Bill's mind, it was gone now. This nubile young lass was hot to trot! Bracing his arms on the mattress to support his weight above her, he began to hammer his cock in and out of the j uicy hole in the timeless tempo of fucking. The rippling undulations of the hot, slippery walls of her cunt were driving him out of his mind. His entire body blazed with a carnal fever he had never before experienced. He felt as if he were being sucked into a maelstrom, a whirlpool whose vortex was located at the precise point where his rigid prick joined her foaming, steaming cunt, that extraordinary cunt which now seemed to be almost melting under the fury of his attack.
"Keep fucking!" Louise screeched. "Shove it into me! I love it! I love your throbbing cock! Don't ever stop!"
Louise's body was arched in a posture of complete abandon, her pelvis pumping like mad as she impaled herself on Bill's surging tool. The libidinous tremors emanating from her supersensitive cuntal tissues were now overpowering. Every cell of her body seemed posed to explode at any moment. Her thoughts were no longer rational. This was real fucking-lewd, wanton, unrestrained!
Bill's pulsating prick seemed to have a mind of its own, a carnal awareness that transcended his very will. It had become a perpetual motion machine, piston-like, draining a subconscious energy source he never knew existed. In and out it plunged, unflagging, again and again, each thrust at a slightly different speed and angle. This irresistible style of fucking was calculated to stimulate every nook and cranny of her lubricious cunt, creating a dynamic combustion which could have but one result-a mind-blasting orgasm.
Hers arrived first. Bill's cock felt like a pillar of fire inside her. She knew he was showing her no mercy. She felt as helpless as a matchstick in a tidal wave, a surging, pounding tidal wave of pure pleasure, ready to break with all its force on the shores of a primordial lust she'd only dreamed of before. Another thrust, and another, and Louise was carried over the crest of the wave, reaching at long last the most furious climax of her young life. Wailing like a tortured animal, she bucked and heaved beneath him in a final paroxysm of ecstasy. His unyielding prick had done its work well. She had come.
But still he kept slamming the meaty tool into her. His taut balls were rumbling, and he knew an explosion was imminent. Using every ounce of strength he could muster he speeded up the rhythm of his strokes, withdrawing almost the full length of prick on each back swing, then shoving it in again as far as it would go.
"Hold on, baby!" he roared. "Here it comes!"
Suddenly the straining, red-hot phallus began to erupt like a thundering volcano, spewing molten sperm into her helpless pussy. The fury of his ejaculations was awesome to behold. Spurt after spurt issued from the inflamed cock-head, inundating her cunt with thick, sticky come. It flooded from her saturated hole and coursed recklessly over her thighs and belly. His balls contracted violently, forcing their load to the surface. His entire body was quaking with the sheer force of his orgasm. He shot and shot again, until there was no more.
The two exhausted fuckers lay panting on the bed. Incredibly, both had survived.
CHAPTER THREE
Their epic fuck concluded, Bill and Louise lay sprawled across the bed, drained of all energy. For a long while neither said a word.
Finally Louise raised herself into a sitting position. "How about a smoke?" she asked in a low voice.
"Try one of these." Bill reached into the pocket of his discarded trousers and extracted a pack of imported Indonesian cigarettes. He lit one and offered it to her. Louise took a deep drag, enjoying the exotic flavor of the clove-cured tobacco. Bill Campbell certainly knows how to live, she reflected, and he fucks like a demon. What more could a girl ask for?
"You were great, Louise," he told her, gazing at her reddened cunt. "My prick enjoyed that marvelous pussy every bit as much as it did the back of your jeans on the subway. We've only known each other for a short time, but already you've brought me two fantastic orgasms! I hope we can see a lot more of each other."
"I'd love that," she said sincerely. "As for your prick, it's dynamite! I mean it. But right now, I could use a shower. I'm drenched with sweat, pussy juice, and come." She giggled, got up, and staggered into the bathroom, her mammoth, pink-nippled tits swaying provocatively.
What a delightful body, he thought. This charming girl was more appealing than a fresh spring breeze. She was obviously willing to be led down any path of sexual enjoyment he selected for her. There seemed to be some sort of libidinous chemistry at work between them. Compatibility had been immediately established. Prospects looked good for a future of satisfying companionship and torrid lovemaking.
After her shower Louise seated herself on the edge of the bed, naked, and brushed out her long blonde hair.
"I don't suppose I have to tell you that was the greatest thrill of my life," she said.
"It was abundantly clear," he replied good-naturedly. "Tell me about yourself. Are you a student?"
"Right again. I study art at the Institute. This is my second year."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I suppose I do. Actually I went to art school because I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do. I can't imagine what's going to happen after I graduate. I guess you could say I haven't found my niche in life."
"Right now that niche between your legs is enough for me."
She chuckled. "Don't worry, Bill. You'll be spending a lot of time there in the future."
Bill got out of bed and walked over to the bar, his damp cock flopping in front of him. He poured himself a drink. "Want anything?" he asked.
"Not right now," she answered. "I'll have my drink later-when I suck your cock!" she winked mischievously.
"You'll have to wait a little while for that," he grinned. "Give me a chance to recuperate!"
"Sure," Louise said pleasantly. "We have all night. It'll be great to have you come in my mouth. I'm dying for a taste of your come!"
"You'll get it, honey," said Bill, returning to the bed with his drink.
"Oh, Bill," she sighed. "I'm so happy we found each other. Just this afternoon life seemed so goddamn dreary. Then a great-looking guy creamed all over me in the subway, and a great relationship began. Almost like a fairy tale."
"It's real, Louise, and I'm glad. You're the type of girl I'd really like to become involved with. I didn't expect you to follow me home, but I'm glad you did. It seems that my estimate of your character was right on the mark."
"It sure was. I didn't realize I was so obvious. I'll tell you the whole story, if you don't think you'll find it dull."
"On the contrary. I'm all ears. You interest me, Louise, and I want to hear all about you."
"All right Here goes nothing." Louise began her story.
* * *
Well, I'm nineteen, I was born and raised here in the Boston area: in Belmont, to be exact.
My father's an accountant for one of the big construction outfits. Mom used to stay home and take care of me. She's never had a job, and since I'm an only child, you can imagine I got plenty of attention from her. Too much attention, as a matter-of-fact.
To Mom, sex and sin are one and the same thing. She used to tell me that the only time she ever had sexual intercourse in her life was the night I was conceived. She's quite proud of her record of abstention since then. I guess that explains why I don't have any brothers or sisters.
Apparently she was so traumatized by that one occurrence that it's haunted her ever since. She's always referred to sex as "an abomination." A few years ago I found out she has recurring nightmares in which she's bludgeoned by gigantic eight-foot penises! That was the reason she always insisted my father cover his genitals at all times in her presence. Of course, they sleep in separate bedrooms. Mom locks her door every night. Maybe she's still afraid Dad might try to assert his rights as a husband. After all these years, I don't think it's likely.
She's actually a very warm, wonderful person. But I'll have to admit she had some very strange ideas. Of course, I didn't know they were strange when I was growing up. To me they were normal. I just didn't know any better.
Mom has an unholy fear of the penis. She used to turn pale and shudder with horror if she happened to see a statue of painting of a naked man without a concealing fig-leaf. Whenever a salesman would come to the door, she'd carefully inspect the front of his trousers. If he had a big cock that made a visible bulge, she wouldn't admit him to the house. One time a salesman actually showed up with a hard on. Maybe he'd been thinking of his girl friend or something. Anyway, Mom gave a shriek and slammed the door in his face.
To her the ideal man would be a eunuch. I think she secretly regrets she wasn't born into an age when there were more of them around. I don't know what she would have done if I'd been born a boy. Probably strangled me with the umbilical cord!
When I was small, Mom would always see to it that I had plenty of little boy and girl dolls to play with. Those dolls were perfectly smooth in the groin area, and I know now they represented some kind of ideal to Mom, as if she longed for a world populated by only these sexless beings.
Mom has always been deeply religious. I was raised a Catholic. She always took pains to remind me that on her wedding night she washed away her "sin," as she called it, by dashing out of the house immediately after the act and awakening a priest. She insisted he hear her confession. I think that when he saw he couldn't convince her that sexual intercourse within the bounds of marriage was tolerated by the church, he humored her so that she could have some peace of mind. Or maybe his ideas were as perverted as hers. Some of those priests can develop a pretty weird outlook in the cloisters, you know.
Anyway, he prescribed a penance for her. But even though she'd been assured of divine forgiveness for her "sin," she was always afraid that this one sexual act consigned her to eternal damnation. It's a wonder she never sewed up her cunt by way of atonement. I'm sure the idea crossed her mind, I gathered from things she said that the pregnancy was torture for her. Every minute of it was a reminder of her "fall from grace"-grace meaning virginity. I found out from my grandmother that Mom had wanted to enter a convent after completing high school, but my father had swept her off her feet and persuaded her to get married. Undoubtedly she'd have been much happier as a nun.
Finally I was born, a healthy baby girl. Mom wanted to put me up for adoption, but Dad wouldn't hear of it. Though he's not usually an assertive type of guy. Dad was so insistent that she gave in, and to her eternal credit she made the best of things and tried to be as good a mother as she could. Of course, her idea of how to raise a child wasn't exactly out of Doctor Spock.
As far back as I can remember, Mom was always nagging at me to keep my body covered at all times, and to undress only in the dark. I even had to turn off the lights when I took a bath! As for herself, Mom invariably wore the most shapeless, unflattering garments she could find. It's a wonder she didn't walk around in sackcloth and ashes!
"We must rise above the impurity of our bodies," she'd declare. She thought this could be achieved by constant prayer along with what she called "mortification of the flesh." This meant flogging me at regular intervals with the cat-o'-nine-tails she always carried. What a trip!
"This'll drive Satan from you!" she used to scream as she beat me, her eyes blazing. "The body is his temple. He afflicts us with the vile fires of lust But HI force him back into Hell! We're going to be pure, purer than snow, my little girl and I!"
Those beatings would leave me in tears, bewildered as well as aching. But I couldn't turn against Mom. After all, she used flagellate herself the same way every night, just before going to bed. In her own warped fashion, she was trying to do me a favor.
At other times she'd sit me on her knee and solemnly describe Satan to me. I'd get confused when I'd realize that her image of Satan was what most of the world considered just a normal, everyday man. Evidently she found the male body intrinsically revolting. She'd pay particular attention to her description of Satan's penis. She made it sound a formidable instrument. But I'll have to admit that instead of scaring me as she intended, her description only piqued my curiosity.
Mom was obsessed by the specter of the penis. It haunted her night and day. To her it was the repository of all the evil in the world.
"It's right you should know about such things," she'd say, wagging a finger in my direction. "If you know what to expect in this world, you can defend yourself. You won't be drawn into grievous iniquity the way your poor mother was!"
Apparently Grandma had raised her in total ignorance of sex. She'd been the victim of one of those Puritan New England upbringings in which sex is not only not mentioned, but not even acknowledged to exist Of course, my ancestors were Catholic, so they couldn't have been real Puritans, strictly speaking. But I think that somehow the heritage of this area seeped into the family consciousness. Anyway, Mom grew into a woman in body, but in mind she was totally innocent and naive. She was completely ignorant of the mechanics of sex. She hadn't the slightest idea how people reproduced themselves.
Well, at the age eighteen she met Dad. He was about five years older than she was, and had graduated from Boston College, a good Jesuit school. He already had a good job. He asked for her hand in marriage, and Grandma gave her consent. She approved of Dad because he was a nice Catholic boy and his prospects were good.
I'm sure they had a big church wedding, but Mom burned all the pictures later. She didn't want anything around to remind her of the "day of infamy," as she called it.
As I've said, Mom had been thinking of entering a convent. But Dad was in love with her, and after a while he managed to persuade her that her true vocation was that of a wife and mother. At last, she agreed. She felt no apprehension about the upcoming wedding night. Incredible as it may sound, she actually believed there was no difference between the anatomy of a man and that of a woman. She assumed that babies appeared by spontaneous generation, floating down from heaven on a little pink cloud.
As I grew up I was able to piece together the story of their wedding night. Dad was merely a normal man of his time. He simply accepted the idea that for a man to have sex with his wife was permissible. He assumed that Mom's attitudes were the same as his. But he hadn't reckoned on her total innocence, her complete, utter ignorance of normal marital routine.
When Mom got a look at this erect male organ, she gasped with shock and horror. She thought it was some sort of loathsome, malignant growth! Nothing in her sheltered past had prepared her for this. And she actually fainted dead away when it dawned on her that Dad intended to thrust it into her tender, virgin young cunt!
Dad didn't know what was going on. Evidently he misread her reactions. He thought she was gasping with pleasure at the size and firmness of his tool, and that her swoon was one of rapture. So without hesitation he removed her clothing, bent over her prostrate form, inserted his rod, and commenced to fuck her!
Mom came to and screamed. Dad's enormous loaf battering into her was more than she could bear. The physical pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the abject terror of this inexperienced girl. She felt as if she were being attacked by some abominable beast. As if all this wasn't enough, the beast was now spurting some dreadful milky liquid! With a cry she leaped up, threw on a bathrobe, and bolted out of the room, leaving my bewildered father standing beside the bed, his cock drooping forlornly.
Dad is a quiet, unassuming sort of man. Mom never forgave him for the act he committed with the best of intentions, and she never failed to take advantage of any opportunity to make him suffer for it. Finally the poor guy became so tortured by guilt that he developed insomnia and painful stomach ulcers. Their love had shriveled up and died, but they were both staunch Catholics, so divorce was out of the question. So they continued to live under the same roof.
I never saw much of Dad. He put in long hours at the office, and when he came home, Mom wouldn't let him get near me. Because he had had the temerity to engage in sexual intercourse with his wife on his wedding night, he was no better than the most depraved pervert in Mom's eyes. Their marriage is a travesty, a graveyard of recrimination and misery.
When I was a little girl I asked Mom why she always seemed to be so unhappy.
"We all have our cross to bear," she replied. "Mine is the memory of a transgression so foul that I know in my heart I can never atone for it. I was unconscious when it occurred, but that doesn't change or excuse the fact of its occurrence. The guilt is mine as well as his. My life is a vale of tears."
Well, that's Mom for you!
Dad makes a pretty good salary, and he was able to save enough to send me to art school. Mom's health has failed her the last couple of years. She thought I should become a nun, like she always wanted herself to be but never could. She was convinced this was the only way a girl could "escape damnation," as she put it. But in spite of all her conditioning, I just couldn't see myself in one of those ridiculous outfits they parade around in. Some of my friends were going to enroll at the Institute, and I wanted to join them. Dad stuck up for me.
"She's got to get out of the poisonous atmosphere of this home!" he said to Mom firmly. "God only knows what harm you've done her already with your unhealthy teachings. But she's a woman now and has to make her own way. If it's art school she wants, so be it. She can't be tied to your apron strings forever!"
It was one of the few times he ever stood up to Mom. Her health was so bad she no longer had the strength to resist.
I don't want to give you the wrong impression of Mom. She's a dear, sweet woman, really. She's always had my welfare at heart, or what she perceived to be my welfare. Some of her ideas might be a little peculiar, but she's my mother and I love her just the same.
My adolescence? Unreal, that's the word for it. Mom did everything she could to prevent any contact between me and the neighborhood boys. But still she was deathly afraid that somehow my budding young body would lead me astray. So when I reached puberty she packed me off to a strict Catholic girls' school.
St. Vagina's-as some kids called it-was more like a prison than an institution of teaming. It was a boarding school for girls only. The campus consisted of two student dormitories, a large classroom building, a library, a chapel, and a priory where the nuns lived. The whole compound was surrounded by a high ivy-covered brick wall. When the wall was built, broken glass was placed in the mortar at the top of it to discourage would-be intruders. It was rumored that the sisters had a machine-gun emplacement on the roof of the priory so that they could ward off any attempt by the teeming masses outside to storm the wall and corrupt their innocent young charges. It never came to that, so I never found out for sure.
I was told that when viewed from the outside, the school resembled a fortress. It was deliberately constructed that way to present a forbidding aspect to the outside world and thus discourage any potential invaders. But I didn't know this at the time because neither I nor any of my schoolmates ever saw the place from the outside. We were forbidden to go outside the walls.
There was only one entrance to the school, a massive gate of solid iron that was kept shut at all times and guarded night and day by the brawniest of the nuns. Mom brought me there in the dead of night, rang the buzzer outside the gate, and identified herself into the loudspeaker. The slab creaked open, and she nudged me inside. I was terrified.
"I'm sure you'll be very happy here," she told me. "I'll visit you once a month. Obey the sisters without question, and try to remember the things I've taught you."
St Vagina's was a self-sufficient little community. When not studying, the girls were put to work tending vegetable gardens or toiling in the bakery. Almost all our food was produced on the grounds. The nuns cultivated loganberry bushes and from these came the fruit for the preserves and jellies their order was famous for. Our school's loganberry jam has always been considered a delicacy in this area, and when the cash the nuns received for its sale was added to the school's tuition monies, the books always balanced handily. We also had our own laundry and infirmary, both administered by the sisters.
The most striking feature of this miniature city was the total absence of men. Even priests were forbidden to enter, and the sisters went so far as to prohibit male dogs and cats. Anything with a penis was to be kept out, at all costs. And naturally, only female relatives were allowed to visit the students.
St Vagina's was a vacuum. The sisters' goal was to isolate the girls completely from the real world outside. Only by submerging them in the "ideal" environment of the school could the nuns educate them according to their own standards. Of course, television and radio were anathema to them. Only one telephone was permitted in the place, in the office of the Mother Superior. From it, orders were sent out for any goods the sisters could not produce themselves. Delivery men were instructed to leave their packages outside the gate. No outsider was allowed to enter.
The sisters marketed their preserves by stacking the jars outside the gate, where they were picked up by the distributor after all the sisters were safely back inside. Yes, we were hermetically sealed and totally at the mercy of the nuns.
In spite of all this, I wasn't unhappy there. It was really a relief to get away from Mom's morbid attention. Here I was just another face in the crowd, and that suited me fine. Not wishing to be conspicuous, I was careful to obey every rule. I studied hard and earned good grades.
After I'd been there a while, the sisters put me to work weeding and watering the loganberry bushes after classes. It was an honor to be assigned to the berries, since they were the main source of income for the school, and only the most trustworthy and dependable girls were singled out for this duty.
The sisters were a brawny, hard-bitten lot. No one dared to cross them. Most of them were squat, powerfully built creatures, ugly as sin with personalities to match. Years of toil had toughened their bodies, while the endless rituals and unquestioning obedience of convent life had dulled their minds. I suspected that most of them had taken holy orders because they knew they could never have found a man who would look at them twice. They were doomed to remain chaste anyway, so they might as well pretend it was all on purpose. Professional virgins, that's what they were, dried up, leathery old virgins.
As for my classmates, they weren't all as goody-goody as you might think. A lot of them had been pretty wild kids before they came to St. Vagina's, and their parents had sent them there as a last resort. They figured those nuns could control even the most wayward girl, and they were right up to a point. None of us could leave the grounds, but there was mischief aplenty within the school, and unfortunately I ended up right in the middle of it!
One of the girls in my division was named Reba. She was a buxom, big-hipped young wench with a loud voice and friendly manner. Reba was a real hell-raiser, always up to something outrageous. She loved to outwit the sisters, and always laughed at them behind their backs. She was only fourteen, but she'd been around plenty before landing at St. Vagina's. Rumor had it she'd even been fucked!
Oh, I knew what fucking was, all right I'd picked up plenty of information from the things Mom had muttered as I was growing up, and what I didn't know, the bolder girls at the school were quick to fill in. Sometimes late at night, when no sisters were around, we'd sit up and read to each other from the smuttier passages in the Bible. That was the only book they allowed us to have, outside of our catechism and school textbooks. Then in turn we'd all tell any dirty jokes we knew, and after that each girl would reminisce about the sexual experiences she had had, if any. Reba always outdid us all with her shocking stories, told in graphic language that left nothing to the imagination.
Most of the girls used to masturbate whenever they could get away with it. The majority used candles for dildoes, but some preferred broom handles. Debates on the relative merits of each lasted far into the night. Just as Prohibition made people crave alcohol more than ever before, the way the nuns shielded us from men only stimulated our adolescent curiosity. Sex, talking about sex, and thinking about sex were strictly forbidden, but every girl at school was obsessed with it! That's what happens when you try to frustrate a drive as powerful as sex. Something has to give. The sisters believed they were transforming us into paragons of morality, but in actual fact few of us were more virtuous than a skid-row whore on St. Valentine's Day.
Reba, for one, used to tell me that when she graduated her only goal in life would be to fuck and suck everything in sight, be it man, boy, or dog. With this kind of company, I couldn't help but rebel against the ideas Mom had drummed into me so persistently. I participated eagerly in all the "discussion groups," even though I had little of my own to contribute. A thrilling new world was opening up before me.
The nuns' biggest fear was that we might indulge in lesbian activity. But to tell the truth, none of us was really into that type of thing. We were too busy talking about men, imagining the candles we crammed into our hot young pussies were throbbing cocks. Only men could provide the sensations we craved. Since most of the sisters were active man-haters, they couldn't understand this.
One day after classes an assembly was held. Reba and I took our seats in the auditorium with the rest of our division.
"Wonder what this is all about" she grumbled.
"Search me. They're always lecturing us about something."
"Well pardon me if l doze off." She slumped down in her chair as the Mother Superior stepped behind the lectern to address the student body.
"Today, girls, I wish to discuss a matter of the utmost gravity." Her hoarse, booming voice resounded throughout the auditorium. "As Mother Superior I feel I am duty-bound to warn each and every one of you of the evils of tribadism."
Reba bolted upright in her seat.
One of the girls in the front row giggled audibly. The Mother Superior glared down upon her.
"Remove the miscreant and see that she is whipped!" she hissed.
Instantly two of the burliest sisters seized the unfortunate girl and dragged her screaming from the room. A shudder rippled through the audience The girls awaited the Mother Superior's next words with terrified anticipation. She cleared her throat harshly. Was I was saying;" she said. "The evils of tribadism. This is no joking matter, I assure you. I am certain that none of my little angels would ever be tempted to practice so abhorrent a vice. Even so, I feel it is my obligation as moral arbiter for this institution to address myself to this issue with forthrightness and firmness. Without equivocation, let me state that tribadism in any of its forms is a thoroughly detestable act, condemned by no less than the Holy Ghost himself!"
"No, students, I do not exaggerate. Tribadism must be rooted out and exterminated everywhere it rears its ugly head. Any instance of it that comes to light at this school will be severely punished. It cannot be tolerated! It dissipates the body, corrodes the mind, and debases the spirit. The foulest of diseases are transmitted by its exercise, and the damage it inflicts upon the delicate morals of young ladies is beyond hyperbole. Let me exhort each and every one of you to join me in a holy crusade against this infamous depravity! Stamp out tribadism! Don't let it gain a foothold in this bastion of purity and virtue!"
As we left the auditorium everyone was abuzz. Her stirring speech had profoundly shaken most of the students. But I was only puzzled. You see, I didn't know what she was talking about!
"Reba!" I whispered. "Just what the hell is tribadism?"
She stifled a guffaw. "You little dope!" she hissed. "You don't know what tribadism is? You're even more ignorant than I thought!"
I was blushing with shame as I walked with her into our dormitory. My lack of sophistication was embarrassing me again. All the girls in the division were taunting and teasing me.
"Cut it out!" I pleaded when we reached our room. "Come on! What is tribadism anyway? I'll never know if you don't tell me!"
"Tell you!" exclaimed Reba, with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I'll do better than that! I'll show you!" Before my astonished eyes she began to pull off all her clothes.
"Guard the doors!" she ordered the other girls. "Watch for the sisters. If one shows up, stall her. We've got some serious business to attend to here!"
By now Reba was as naked as the day she was born. She had big tits for her age, firm and weighty with big brown aureoles the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples stuck out into the air like rivets. I could tell she was sexually aroused. But why?
"Okay, Louise," she said, looking me straight in the eye. "Strip!"
Meekly I began to do as she commanded. I didn't know what was coming, but I did know I wanted to find out. This was exciting!
"You've got a nice body, kiddo," she said when I was naked. "It's tribadism you want, huh? Well, why not?" About a dozen girls were gathered in the room, anticipating a good show. That Reba was never at a loss for ideas.
"Let's go, Louise," she laughed. "Sit down on the rug, lean back, and spread your legs."
I still couldn't figure out what Reba had in mind but I followed her instructions to the letter. The other girls made a giggling circle around us. Reba knelt down in front of me and lowered her head. Before I could say a word, her tongue was buried in my open cunt.
I couldn't believe what was happening. But I didn't want it to stop. It felt great! She was lapping up and down with long, lingering strokes. Her tongue dripped saliva onto the already moist lips of my pussy. "Tastes great!" she gurgled. "Are you digging it?"
I moaned my reply. The girls were clapping their hands with glee. Some were stroking their own pussies. What an exhibition! There I was, lying back on my elbows, knees drawn up, legs spread. Reba was on all fours, her face shoved into my crotch, her ass thrust high in the air. One of the more audacious spectators inserted her middle finger into Reba's puckered, cinnamon-colored asshole.
"Dynamite!" she panted. "Wiggle it around a little, will you? That's right! Ahhhhh!"
Now she had twisted her tongue into the shape of a corkscrew and was stabbing it in and out of my vagina. I couldn't help squirming with pleasure. Reba's face was covered with pussy juice. My pussy juice, all over my best friend's face. This was truly far out!
Reba started to eat me in earnest, nibbling at me madly. Her lips made a path from my inner thighs to my reddened cunt lips, finally coming to rest on the inflamed bud of my clitoris. I was going out of my skull. "This is wonderful!" I shouted. "Is this tribadism?"
"Hell, no!" roared Reba. "This is just the preliminaries. The main event's coming up!"
She rose to her knees and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my open mouth. I had never tasted my own pussy juice before. Now it was being slobbered into my mouth by Reba's berserk tongue.
"Well, I guess the time has come," she said, drawing away. "Stay there, Louise, and keep those legs spread." Reba squatted down beside me on her haunches and opened her thighs. I glanced down at her bushy cunt. It was large, full-lipped, and aromatic. Its most attractive feature was the gargantuan, pulsating red clitoris that protruded from its center.
Spreading my legs as wide as they would go, Reba lowered her body onto mine until her fat ass was positioned on one of my thighs. She wrapped her arms around my waist and, with a sudden jerk, pulled us toward each other. Our bodies locked together, joined at, of all places, the crotch!
"Lie back, Louise," she told me. I did, and she lay back the opposite way.
"Okay, now arch your back," she wheezed. "I want those inner lips to be exposed, so as much of our cunts as possible can be touching!"
I saw what she was getting at. This was pleasure like I had never imagined. The hot, slippery surface of her pussy in direct contact with mine was a unique turnon. We slipped and slid together, locked like two pairs of scissors. One of the girls began to push on my shoulders, and Reba was getting the same treatment from another spectator. The pressure made the contact of our cunts more intense than ever. It was delightful: hot, wet, ticklish, and perverse! I loved it!
I was glad I had discovered tribadism. I wondered what the Mother Superior had against it Had she ever tried it?
I could tell that the mutual friction was having its effect on Reba. She was writhing, red in the face, grinding her pubis against mine even harder. Her engorged clitoris was sliding up and down all over my tender petals, even slipping into my vagina from time to time. I could feel it throbbing against my supersensitive flesh.
"Louise! Oh my God! I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming!"
"You're what?" roared a harsh voice.
We froze. Not five feet away stood the furious figure of the Mother Superior. Everyone had been too transfixed with excitement to notice her approach. Apparently some student had taken her lecture to heart, and blown the whistle on us.
Well, to make a long story short, I was expelled. Mom was extremely displeased, as you can imagine, but showed surprisingly little emotion when the Mother Superior told her what I had been doing with Reba. I guess she figured that if I had to have sex, at least I had found a way to do it without involving a penis in the action, and so all her teachings hadn't been in vain, So I ended up at the public high school after all. The atmosphere there was a lot more relaxed, and I dug it. I spent a lot of my spare time fucking, just like any normal, active teenager. But I was always careful to pretend to Mom that I was still her sweet, innocent little Louise, unsullied by male sperm. In reality I was drinking it by the pint, but why torture the old girl? A little tact and discretion never hurt anyone.
CHAPTER FOUR
Louise sighed as she brought her reminiscences to a close.
"You know, Bill," she reflected, "I'm beginning to see things in a different perspective now. Outwardly I've been liberated and eager to keep up with other girls my age. But those years of brainwashing by Mom were bound to have some effect. I see now that I'm not as free of hangups as I had supposed. I was actually offended by your act of frottage! You've taught me how to really let myself go, to tap the animal hunger within me. And I know this is going to make life a hell of a lot more exciting-for both of us!
"But, now that you've heard the story of my life, tell me about yourself," said Louise. "I'm sure your history is far more interesting than mine. How ever did you become a frotteur?"
"It's a long story," Bill replied. "But since you're so curious, I'll tell it to you."
* * *
To begin with, I'm about ten years older than you are. Born and raised in the suburbs-Newton, to be exact. My parents were fairly well off.
My home life? Pretty dull compared to yours. I have several brothers and sisters, and we grew up doing the typical things kids do, nothing extraordinary.
We didn't see much of our folks. Mother was very active in civic affairs, and was constantly rushing off to some meeting or other. Dad was a pilot for a major airline, so naturally he wasn't at home very much either. He'd send us postcards from Rangoon or Vienna telling us to brush our teeth and stay out of mischief. All the kids on the block used to envy me. After all, it was real prestige to have a father who flew airplanes for a living. And there was another reason for their envy. My dad was never around to give me a thrashing if I got into trouble!
So I guess I grew up just a little bolder and more adventurous than most children, I got used to not having to worry about consequences.
From the start I attended public schools. Mother wanted to send me off to one of those exclusive boys' academies, but Dad wouldn't hear of it.
"Absolutely not!" he'd say. "Those places are hotbeds of homosexuality. I don't want any child of mine growing up to be a mincing queer. Not on your life!"
That was Dad for you, a really masculine, virile type of guy. That was another thing I liked about him. I'll bet he had those stewardesses hanging over his cock from here to Nairobi!
I started to get interested in sex the way all young boys do-by learning to jerk off! The older kids used to hold clinics in the schoolyard. For a quarter they'd teach the youngsters all the proper techniques. They'd also explain the facts of life to any of us who weren't in the know. I learned those lessons well. By the time I reached the seventh grade, I was holding clinics of my own!
That became a pretty good source of extra income. Mother made me account for every cent of the allowance she gave me, but I could do as I pleased with my other earnings. No one would be any the wiser.
I'd spend it all on men's magazines, of course. Why waste it on candy or comic books? That stuff was for toddlers. It was more fun to gaze at a huge glossy photo in full color of a nude, spread-eagled chick while you beat your meat. A couple of times I got carried away and came all over the magazine. But that was okay, too. I could always scrape up enough money to buy another.
Often the kids would hold masturbation contests. Marbles and baseball cards were all right, but nothing beat a good old-fashioned circle jerk. The contestants formed a ring and whipped out their cocks when the referee gave the signal. Usually the kids who weren't participating would be placing bets furiously, wagering anything of value they had, even their lunch money. At the count of three we all began to jerk off like crazy. Whoever ejaculated first was the winner, and the rest of us would have to pitch in and do his homework the rest of the week, Sometimes to vary the action we beat each other off, drawing the names by lot The winner was the kid who produced the quickest orgasm with his partner. That took plenty of skill, because you had to calculate his reactions carefully. In a way it was a weird trip, holding the cock of a friend, but it was all in fun and we didn't see anything abnormal about it.
We used to invite the girls over to watch these events, but they always refused, calling us "nasty,"
"horrible," or "perverted." We'd split our sides with laughter. We knew they were just jealous because they had no cocks of their own to play with.
One time a bunch of us really showed those girls where to get off. We were sick of their snooty attitude, so we decided to do something about it. Our chance came at the Sunday School picnic. This was held annually at a wooded grove on the outskirts of town.
With four or five of the more devilish fellows, I climbed up into a big leafy maple tree and perched on a branch, waiting for the opportunity that was sure to come. After a while three of the seventh-grade girls came ambling over, carrying a blanket and a picnic basket. They were Sally, Joyce, and Olive, three of the most stuck-up girls in the class.
"Don't make a sound!" I whispered. "They can't see us up here!"
Unaware of our presence, the girls spread their blanket in the shade of the maple. Then they began to empty the basket. They had brought sandwiches, shiny Macintosh apples, a big chocolate cake, and a thermos jug full of milk, which they poured into paper cups.
"Milk at a picnic!" I said to myself. "Ugh! What a bunch of assholes!"
I gave the prearranged signal. Each of us solemnly pulled out his prick. The three girls were chattering aimlessly below us, without the slightest inkling of what lurked overhead, "One, two, three!" I counted softly. "Jerk!"
We all began to stroke and pull our adolescent penises like young demons. Each of us was straining not to make a sound. We didn't dare allow a gasp or grunt to escape our lips. If we tipped the girls off, all our efforts would be in vain.
I had my peter in my fist and was beating it up and down for all I was worth. We'll show those little bitches now, I thought. Any minute now....
Between mouthfuls of lunch the girls were gabbling like three geese. I think they were discussing some movie actor in that star-struck, idealized way junior high school kids have. I know this, they hadn't been alerted to the frenzied action going on above their heads. I doubt if they'd have stuck around if they'd known what was coming.
The boy on my right, Felix, came first. He was a swarthy young lad with a thick, wicked-looking cock, and he was pumping it like mad. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head. Suddenly a gigantic gob of sperm came shooting out of his flaring, purple cockhead. It sailed into space in a high arc before the force of gravity caused it to plummet to the earth below, somewhere in the midst of the picnicking girls.
Where did it land? With bated breath we all paused in our feverish jerkings to peer down through the leaves. Apparently it had fallen unnoticed. The girls were talking and laughing as if nothing had happened. Olive, a prissy, nasal-voiced redhead, was raising a cup of milk to her lips. I spied something floating in it. It had to be Felix's come! Olive took a big gulp."
"Goodness!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know we'd brought buttermilk along. It tastes good, though."
"But this isn't buttermilk," said Sally. "As far as I know, it's just regular homogenized milk."
"Well, this batch must have had a lot of cream in it," Olive replied in that know-it-all voice of hers. "It's good, anyway. I'll have some more!"
When we heard that, we were beside ourselves. "Sure thing, baby," muttered Felix under his breath. "More coming right up!"
All of us resumed masturbating. Each wanted to be the first to drop his load on this happy gathering.
Finally I felt that familiar, warm, tickling sensation in the head of my cock, the sure harbinger of an orgasm. In an instant I had popped my rocks, sperm was shooting out of my prick like water from a garden hose. Sally must have heard something rustling in the leaves, because at that moment she looked up, just in time to catch the full force of my ejaculation square in the face!
"Sally!" shrieked Olive. "What on earth is happening?"
Now the other boys were also coming, one right after the other. A thick clump of sperm fell onto Olive's head with an audible plop, making a gummy mess of the beautiful head of hair she was so proud of. More joyjuice rained down on the horrified Joyce, blotching the expensive cashmere sweater she was wearing. Sally opened her mouth to scream, but instantly regretted her action when a blob of my come trickled off the end of her nose and dropped right onto her tongue.
The merry crew in the tree roared with laughter as sperm poured down upon the girls unmercifully, like some sort of glutinous hailstorm, me three were trapped in the crossfire. They never had a chance. There was no escape. They could only ride it out, hoping the young balls of their tormentors would soon be drained of seminal fluid. Joyce and Olive were doing their best to dodge the sticky emissions, but Sally was all but insensible with disgust and indignation. She was vomiting heartily on the blanket, letting the sperm fall where it may over her prostrate form.
"You monsters!" wailed Olive. "Stop this at once! Get down from there! I'll tell your mothers on you!"
"Go ahead!" we taunted her. "We dare you!" We all knew she was chicken.
Finally all three of them just lay there and began to sob.
"We're sorry," sniffed Joyce. "We didn't mean to make fun of you. Please come down."
Well, we'd had our fun, and I was willing to let bygones by bygones. That was a lesson they'd never forget. But Felix had other ideas. He had been the first to come, and a few minutes' pause was all he needed to spring back into action. His cock was hard again! Oh, the recuperative powers of youth.
"Watch this!" he growled. 'I'm not through with them yet!"
I think there may have been just a wee bit of the sadist in Felix. The rest of us zipped up our trousers and lowered ourselves calmly to the ground. Not him! He leaped out of the tree with his cock stuck out insolently in the morning sun.
"Oooo!" gasped Olive. I could tell she had never seen a boy's equipment before, especially in an aroused state. "It's so big and hard and hairy! What are you going to do?" She was both frightened and fascinated.
"I'll show you!" He leaned over and seized the luscious-looking chocolate layer cake that the girls hadn't had time to consume.
"Leave that alone!" Joyce cried. "My mother made that last night. It's an old family recipe!"
"Oh, yeah?" sneered Felix. "All the better!"
He picked it up and held it in front of him. Everyone's eyes traveled from the cake to his turgid brown prick. Only inches separated the two objects. What was he up to?
Without another word Felix stuck his mighty tool between the layers of the cake and gave it a powerful shove, holding the pastry tight around it, he began to pump his hips back and forth, he was fucking the cake!
The girls were stunned, mortified. They had all witnessed dogs fucking and knew all too well what Felix was doing. Even I had to hand it to Felix. That kid had plenty of imagination! His prick was sliding furiously into the hole it had made in the cake, lubricated with the sticky chocolate icing. His hands and groin were already a sickening mess.
Before long Felix's breathing became the guttural pant of an animal. Suddenly his body shuddered convulsively. He cursed violently. I knew he had come.
Slowly he extracted his limp member from the crushed carcass of the cake. The entire length of it was encrusted with a mixture of mashed cake and come, frosting matted his pubic hair, and crumbs hung forlornly from his wrinkled balls. With unhurried, deliberate movements he divided what was left of the cake into three equal portions, and placed each of these on a paper plate.
"Here's your dessert, girls!" he said, pointing to the plate as he washed off his genitals with the milk that was left in the thermos.
Olive gazed at the objects on the plate with horror. "Surely you don't expect us to eat it now?" she whimpered.
"Olive, honey, that's just what I'm getting at. Eat every bit of it, you three, and make it snappy!"
The three girls were now so terrorized that they devoured the cake without a word. I was afraid Sally would vomit again, but somehow she managed to keep it down. She must have been getting used to the taste of sperm.
You know, they never teased us again after that day. Our justice may sound cruel, but it was just a typical adolescent prank. No harm done. The girls were humiliated, but not harmed. After a hot shower they were as good as new, and their clothes all came clean in the wash. I'm sure they laughed about it afterwards. After all, boys will be boys!
Those were great times, all right. The joys of sex were new to me, and every day was an adventure. I found out that Felix's older sister earned extra money by sucking cocks. For five dollars you could ram your prick into her mouth until you came. She didn't turn anyone away, even a young kid like me. Felix told me she wanted the money for her trousseau. She was making plans for a big wedding when she graduated from high school.
Her name was Flora, she had thick, meaty lips, and it was a pleasure to stick your throbbing tool into her mouth and just whale away. When you reached your climax she'd gulp it down, swallowing every drop. It wasn't all business to Flora, but she always insisted on her five bucks!
Sometimes as a bonus she'd strip naked for us. This was where I got my first good look at female anatomy. Her cunt was incredibly hairy, and Felix would pull back a handful of curls for me so I could examine every detail. I was fascinated by the carmine color of the inner tissues, and the tantalizing aroma that wafted from her open hole as she spread her legs. I was curious about the function of the fat little button of flesh that seemed to wink out at me from above the junction of her inner lips. Once I pressed it with my finger. She jumped as if an electric current had passed through her body.
"That's too close, sonny boy!" she scolded. "Look, but don't touch!"
Since Flora had so many "appointments" after school, I couldn't spend as much time with her as I would have liked. It didn't matter, though, because what I really wanted to do was fuck, and she would never allow that.
"I don't let anyone fuck me, not even my own brother," she'd say. "I want to be a virgin when I get married. I'm going to walk down that aisle in white." It was tough for a kid my age to find any action. All the girls who were willing to fuck were monopolized by the older boys. A little squirt like me couldn't compete for their attentions. Hell, I was only thirteen! It would be a long time before I could have a fast car of my own with plenty of spending change to go with it. I just had to resign myself to the idea of biding my time. But that didn't stop me from thinking about it.
Like most adolescent boys, I had a constant hard-on. One day I was sitting in our living room watching a cowboy movie on television. Nothing stimulating about that, but my penis was erect all the same. I was used to it.
In walked my sister Mary. She was a year younger than I, and we never seemed to get along.
"It's time for the evening news," she said. "I have to watch it for a school assignment."
"Fuck the news," I replied. "I want to see this."
"Mother told me before she left that I could watch the news tonight, and I wish you wouldn't use such foul language!" She walked over and changed the channel.
Well, I wasn't going to take this lying down. I leaped out of my chair and grabbed her arm.
"Oh, no, you don't," I shouted. "Get away from there!"
She gave me a shove, and our legs got tangled up. Both of us went crashing to the floor. She started to wrestle me. Mary was rather plump in those days. She still had her baby fat. Before I knew it, she was sitting on top of me, pummeling me with her fists.
But I wasn't paying any attention to this onslaught. I was feeling an incredible new sensation! The friction of her fleshy young ass against my rigid hard-on was driving me crazy! She had no idea what she was doing, of course. She was blissfully unaware of the bulge in my jeans as she slapped and scratched my face and pulled my hair. But it only took a few seconds of this furious rubbing to make me come in my pants. Jesus!
"Oh, watch whatever you want," I said. "I'm going into my room." I had discovered frottage.
A whole new world had opened up before me. After that incident I changed my method of masturbation, I was used to stroking and pumping my cock with a closed fist. Now I began to achieve orgasm by rubbing my swollen member against the fabric of a woman's skirt or slacks which I stole from some clothesline. While I rubbed, I imagined the smooth, rounded buttocks that had so recently filled out those garments. I had always admired a shapely ass, and now I was really putting that imagination of mine to work!
Even so, I was still too timid to approach a real girl. I hadn't progressed beyond masturbation with inanimate objects. The feel of the cloth was great, but my libido craved the sensations only a warm, living pair of buttocks could provide. That was real frottage! And finally the inevitable occurred.
By then I had reached the eighth grade. The girls in my class were maturing nicely. The sight of their budding, upturned breasts was a constant delight, and I knew that beneath their skirts young cunts were sprouting downy hairs. I developed crushes on many of them, but I didn't have a steady girl friend. Actually I was too fickle for that. One day I'd flip over a girl, and a week later she'd be forgotten. Kids are like that.
At this particular time I was smitten by a girl named Karen, She was tall and slender, with an attractive face, chestnut hair, and a full figure. She had an especially nice ass. It was exquisitely molded, with a wide, deep cleft showing between the cheeks. She was a dream!
But Karen didn't care for me at all. Her best friend was Sally, one of the girls we'd tormented at the Sunday School picnic. I think Sally must have told her about my part in that affair, because Karen would never speak to me except to deliver a sarcastic putdown occasionally.
Every day after lunch period the students were permitted to go out and mill around in the schoolyard for a half hour before returning to classes. When the first bell rang, we'd have to line up single file outside the entrance to the building. At the sound of the second bell, the doors opened for the students to enter.
One day I found myself in line right behind Karen after the ringing of the first bell. Now was my chance to tell her how I felt about her!
"Karen!" I whispered. "It's me! Bill!"
She looked around. "So what?" she said coldly.
I wasn't deterred. "How about going to Hamburger Heaven with me after school?"
"Bug off, creep," she said, turning her back on me again. She was a lovely girl, but her disposition left something to be desired.
The sight of her voluptuous ass made my temperature rise. "Won't you reconsider?" I pleaded. "You really turn me on!"
"Quit bothering me!" she growled,, not even bothering to turn around.
Well, that did it! I was crazy about her, but she'd never give me a tumble. It occurred to me that these few minutes in line were the closest I'd ever get to her. And then an idea popped into my head....
The weather was overcast that day, and I was wearing a raincoat. Before I knew what I was doing, I had unzipped my fly and pulled out my rod. Already it was becoming hard as I gazed at Karen's magnificent ass. I pulled my raincoat around me so that nobody could tell what was going on. Sure I was horny, but I didn't want the world to know it!
The cat's out of the bag now, I thought, massaging the stiffened flesh in my hand. Only one course of action to follow! Closing my eyes, I placed the head of my cock right on her rear end, where the crack between her buttocks was located.
Karen was wearing a wool skirt. My sensitive cock could discern the presence of sheer nylon panties beneath it. Stuffed into them were two hot, pulsating buns. Her ass felt even better than it looked. I began to rub my prick against her like gangbusters.
"What are you doing?" Karen squealed, jerking her head around. Her eyes bugged out with disbelief when she got a glimpse of my straining tool.
"Bill Campbell!" she hissed. "Get your nasty old cock out of my bottom this minute!" She began to move away from me.
"Get back in line!" ordered one of the line monitors. "And no talking, Karen! You know the rules."
With a groan she did as she was told. I rubbed my cock on her ass even harder. The friction was exquisite. This was something I had always dreamed about. Karen stood there helplessly as I satisfied myself on her sweet derriere. Finally I began to come with great gushing spurts. Just as I had finished emptying my balls all over her hindquarters, the second bell rang.
The students Hied into the building. Karen's face was livid with shame. Already the kids were beginning to point to her come-spattered skirt and snicker. I hurried away from her, not wishing my role in this little drama to be discovered.
As luck would have it, Karen and I had the same class that period, ancient history. The teacher was as ancient as the subject-Miss Pettibone, a genuine old battle-ax of the no-nonsense school. I entered the classroom and took my seat, watching Karen out of the corner of my eye. The bell rang to signal the beginning of class. Everyone sat down at their desks, except Karen.
Miss Pettibone glared at her over the tops of her wire-rimmed spectacles. "Sit down, Karen!" she croaked.
"But, Miss Pettibone," she stammered. "I-I can't!"
"Why not?"
Karen bit her lip, blushing furiously.
"Answer me, young lady!" commanded Miss Pettibone. "Why can't you sit down?"
"Because-because the back of my skirt is covered with come!"
Tears of embarrassment welled from Karen's big blue eyes. The class was in hysterics. I was laughing louder than anybody. This spectacle was actually giving me another hard-on!
"Silence!" shouted Miss Pettibone. She rapped her ruler on the desk. "Now tell me," she said gravely. "What on earth is come?"
The class stared at her openmouthed. We'd all figured the old prune was as sexless as a piece of chalk, but this was beyond belief. She didn't even know the meaning of the word come!
"Never mind," sobbed Karen, trying desperately to salvage the situation. "I'll sit down."
With a resigned air she plopped down into her seat, but to her dismay, she slid right off it onto the dusty floor! She hadn't foreseen the action of the slippery come on the smooth surface of the chair. Now she was not only humiliated, but dirty and bruised as well.
"It's all his fault!" she wailed. "Billy Campbell! He ejaculated all over me!"
"Ejaculated!" cried Miss Pettibone. "How shocking! Is this true, young man?" She was staring me straight in the face. She looked just like a turkey gobbler with tits.
"Yeah," I replied. "What of it?"
"What of it?" she bellowed. "I'll tell you what of it, you young rascal! This is without a doubt the most indecent, impious act I have ever heard of in all my sixty years of teaching! You ought to be behind bars! I'm going to see to it that you're severely punished!" Well, I could see the fat was in the fire now. I was in big trouble any way you sliced it, so I figured I might as well have some fun while waiting for the ax to fall. I thought of something I'd been wanting to do for a long time.
"Indecent, huh?" I yelled, rising to my feet. "Do you think this is indecent, you wrinkled old fossil?"
With a flourish I yanked out the hard on I had been nursing. The class gasped. I strode toward Miss Pettibone, brandishing my weapon.
"Get that thing away from me, young man!" she cried. "Go to the principal's office, this instant!"
"Not before you get what's coining to you," I replied. "And I do mean coming to you!" I was now jerking my rod with all might. "All your life you've run away from sex! Well, I'm going to do you a favor before you fall into your grave!"
With those bold words I came all over Miss Pettibone. The old girl fainted dead away, toppling to the floor with a crash. A few of us got her down to the school nurse's office, where they administered smelling salts to the old hag. In a few minutes she was as good as new, except for the come stains on her clothes. We explained these to the nurse by saying that Miss Pettibone had drooled down the front of her dress when she fainted. Luckily no one took a closer look at them.
Strange as it seems, Miss Pettibone never even reported the incident to the principal. I guess she just couldn't find the words to describe what had happened. Or maybe she got a kick out of it after all.
Anyway, these incidents were typical of my boyhood. I finally got laid, of course, and I've never lost my keen interest in sex. When I grew older I developed other interests as well, like fine arts, sports, and the outdoors.
Right after I graduated from college, my parents were killed in a plane crash. As the eldest son I inherited a nice chunk of money. I began to invest it in commodity futures, and thanks to my good business sense I've done quite well. Right now I'm a financial planning consultant for a large banking concern in Boston.
* * *
Bill poured himself another drink.
"You know, Louise, I just had an idea. I own a small cottage up in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. It's stocked with all sorts of wild game and fine wines, and it has a nice cozy fireplace. How would you like to go up there with me this weekend? My kid brother will be there with his wife. I'd like you to meet them. The four of us could have a ball, fishing, hiking, and just digging the scenery!"
"I'd love to!" smiled Louise, eyeing his cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Pete Campbell smiled behind the wheel of his Ford pickup, inhaling the crisp air of fall. The autumn foliage was more brilliant than ever this year. Instead of taking a regular summer vacation like most people, Pete preferred to spend a couple of weeks in October rambling around the White Mountains while the leaves were at their peak of color. The lush greens of summer were pleasing to the eye, but nothing topped the striking red and gold hues of the autumn landscape. Being in the hardwood forests at this time of year was an experience that Pete always looked forward to.
He glanced at Sue, his wife, on the seat beside him. She had her nose buried in a trashy confession magazine as she nibbled from a bag of potato chips. The beautiful scenery made no impression on her at all.
A sense of aesthetics really isn't her strong point, thought Pete. Why on earth did I marry her? We really have little in common.
He shook his head, grinning with amusement at his own hypocrisy. He'd half-seriously asked himself that question many times, but in truth he had no reason for complaint.
I married her because she gives the best damn blowjob east of the Mississippi, he thought to himself. And because she fucks like an animal in heat.
What were a few minor discomforts worth, when stacked up against that prize body? He was proud to possess her, and that was the truth. She certainly wasn't all that bright, but you don't fuck the mind, as the wise men say.
Any man would give his left nut for the chance to spend a night with her, thought Pete. And that privilege is mine-every night! I'm really one hell of a lucky guy.
Just imagining the delights that lay under the sweater and skirt she wore got his balls to aching. He pictured in his mind Sue's perfect, melon-like tits, firm-nippled and voluptuous. And what about those legs of hers? Long and beautifully shaped, they were tailor-made for wrapping around a man's waist.
She had an ass that wouldn't quit, two tremendous orbs of soft pink flesh divided by a crevice of inviting breadth and deepness. And Venus herself would envy Sue's incredible cunt. It was as fragrant as hibiscus blossoms in June, and seemed to be perpetually flowing with liquids as rich and tasty as wine from the vineyards of the Mosel, flavored with the unmistakable tang of pussy. It was a masterpiece of form and symmetry, set in a garland of velvet-soft black pubic hair. When she spread her thighs, the plump lips parted to reveal a clitoris that resembled nothing so much as a large star ruby he had once seen, a jewel of inestimable value. But this was no precious stone. It was alive, hot, pulsating. It seemed to point the way to the entrance of the lovely grotto beneath it-her elastic, eminently fuck-worthy vagina.
This wealth of physical equipment was in perfect harmony with Sue's temperament and personality. She seemed to have no interests in life outside of sex. She spent her time reading spicy novels or the racier confession magazines she found on the newsstands. She loved to go to the cinema, but only if an X-rated film was featured. Her conversation was larded with four-letter words and seemed to consist mostly of accounts of sexual misadventures she had either experienced, heard about, or imagined. Even her most innocent statements seemed fraught with innuendo.
When Pete met her she was a working prostitute in Philadelphia, and one of the most popular in town. Certainly she loved to read and hear about sex, but Sue was not a passive girl content to sit on the sidelines. Nothing pleased her more than active participation. Whenever she read of a new act or position she couldn't wait to try it out. Still, traditional methods never bored her. She was always willing.
Since Sue found herself too busy fucking to earn a living, she decided to earn a living fucking. By becoming a whore she could have the best of both worlds: plenty of money, and plenty of fun!
Before long she had built up an enthusiastic following. She refused no one her favors. She worked out a fee schedule whereby customers paid her a fixed percentage of their income after each visit. Her honesty and generosity so impressed her clients that no one attempted to cheat her.
There was no shortage of well-heeled gentleman callers, since wealth affords a man the leisure necessary for active pursuit of his sexual ambitions. But even the humblest derelict from skid row was welcome in Sue's lavish apartment. Sometimes she'd give these miserable wretches a bath or a shave after they fucked her. All she asked was that appointments be made in advance.
Pete met her at a convention he was attending in the city of brotherly love. The conservation society to which he belonged was holding its annual meeting at one of the more prestigious hotels. After unpacking his luggage, Pete decided to take a leisurely walk around the city. Before he had gone far, however, he became weary of the noise, filth, and crowds of downtown Philadelphia.
"To hell with this," he muttered. "Might as well go back to my room."
Pete rode the elevator up to the floor he was staying on. As he walked down the corridor he noticed that the door of the room next to his was ajar. He knew that a fellow convention-goer was the occupant. Drawing closer, he couldn't help but hear a panting, gasping, wheezing sound from inside. Its origin was unmistakable. Pete knew he was listening to the sweet music of sex.
The fact that several voices were audible piqued Pete's curiosity. He deduced that an orgy was in progress. That open door had to be interpreted as an invitation. Why not? he asked himself. Taking a deep breath, he strode inside.
On the king-size bed were two brawny young men in the prime of life. They were both engaged in the timeless motions of sex, hips and buttocks pumping like pistons. They were not fucking each other, but a third party-simultaneously. She was a pretty, dark-haired young strumpet of about eighteen, She looked a little like Jane Fonda.
The man on the bottom of this human sandwich had thrust his turgid prick between the moist pink lips of her cunt and was whaling away with gusto. The girl lay on her belly on top of him, coordinating her rhythm with his, her legs spread wide. The second man was kneeling behind her. He was ramming a gigantic cock into the hole of her ass. She appeared to be enjoying it.
She looked up as Pete entered the room. She smiled at him without embarrassment.
"Hi, there!" she said cheerily. "My name's Sue! What's yours?"
"Pete," he replied, somewhat taken aback, "Pete Campbell."
"Well, don't just stand there, Pete," she scolded with mock severity. "Whip out your cock! There's room for one more over here!" And she sucked in her cheeks suggestively, her eyes twinkling.
Pete didn't have to be told twice. His prick was already rigid. He unzipped his fly and exposed it to the light of day. Sue was laughing delightedly, like a child on Christmas morning.
"Gimme!" she said. "Come here, big boy!"
Pete inserted the bulbous head of his cock into Sue's open mouth. Immediately it was gripped in a powerful, greedy suction. Now Sue was getting fucked from three directions at once, and loving it. Pete wasted no time coming down her throat.
As it turned out, Pete never did get around to attending any of the convention meetings. He was too busy acting out his wildest sexual fantasies with the willing Sue. He'd had plenty of hot young vixens in his time, but Sue had them all beat. Her passion for things sexual was every bit the equal of his own. Pete had never met anyone quite like her. The thought of leaving her behind was unthinkable. By the time the convention ended, he had made up his mind.
"Sue," he said to her, "I want you to marry me."
"Jesus H. Christ!" she exclaimed, startled and perplexed. "This is the first time anyone's proposed to me. You're a hell of a nice guy, and you know how to use that big prick of yours, but I really don't know. Can you support me in the style to which I've been accustomed?"
"Don't worry about that," he assured her. "You'll have all the money you need. My older brother Bill has done some investing for me, and he really knows his ass about things like that. I've got a steady source of independent income."
"There's something else I'd want, too," she said. "That would be your promise not to stop me from fucking other men if I get the urge. I like you all right, but a girl needs variety. Of course, if we're married I'll save my best for you."
"It's a deal. You can fuck, suck, or anything else you want to do, with whomever you choose! Just as long as I can watch!"
"You're on," she smiled.
They had a huge wedding in the little country church of the New Hampshire town where Pete made his home. Sue looked lovely in her crisp black bridal gown and veil, even though the latter did hinder her somewhat when she tried to blow the minister before he pronounced the vows. But that problem was surmounted, and the joyous Sue became a bride with the sperm of the good reverend dripping from her lips. The townspeople took it all with good grace. "Land sakes!" they said to each other. "Young folks today sure are something!"
Pete had a job with a conservation department. He'd always been interested in wildlife management, and he enjoyed his work and did it well. His income supplemented the returns from his investments nicely. Three years of marriage to Sue had been quite harmonious, even if she did have a one-track mind. Money worries were nonexistent, and Pete and Sue were always careful not to cramp each other's style.
They were driving to the cottage of Pete's older brother. This was located in the most beautiful part of the White Mountains, and afforded breathtaking views of the Presidential Range. Pete had never been to the cottage before, and he was looking forward to the visit. He knew his brother was a generous host who enjoyed good food, good booze, good conversation, and good sex. Maybe he'd loan Bill his wife for the evening, if his brother had some nubile young lovely to offer in return. It wouldn't be the first time they'd made such a swap.
Actually, Pete would be combining business with pleasure on this trip. He'd been asked to investigate a problem in that area of the state. Apparently a marauding black bear had killed some livestock in one of the rural communities near Bill's cottage. A farmer had reported seeing the bear break into his pigpen, It had carried off a plump, squealing hog before the farmer had had a chance to take a shot at it.
As a conservationist with experience in these matters, Pete knew that a bear who developed a taste for farm animals could be a nuisance. The usual method of dealing with such a beast was to capture it and transport it to a wilderness area far from any human habitation. Pete was too ecology minded to advocate killing the bear. It had merely found a more convenient source of food for itself; who could blame it for succumbing to temptation at the sight of a juicy pig? Instead of taking revenge on the animal, Pete intended to relocate it. The solution would be acceptable to both bear and farmer.
"Will we be alone at the cottage?" asked Sue, looking up from her magazine.
"No. Bill will be joining us later this evening," he replied. "And I believe there's a caretaker at the cottage. Bill told me his name is Enoch."
"A caretaker, huh? Does he have a big cock?" she giggled. It was the first question she asked about any stranger.
"How the hell should I know?" snorted Pete. "I've never met the man. I think Bill said that Enoch is a real old woodsman of a bygone era, who's lived up in these hills all his life. He should be able to help me locate that bear."
"Probably a regular hermit, living a life without sex. Well, we'll find out about him soon enough."
After a while the cottage came into view. It was situated in the midst of a clearing atop a little knoll. Pete stopped the truck and got out.
"The road ends here," he said. "We'll have to carry our gear up to the cottage." Placing a suitcase under each arm, he started up the hill. Sue followed behind.
"Halloo! Hey there!" called Pete as he approached the cottage. "Anybody home?" There was no reply except the plaintive chirping of a bird, one of the few that had not yet flown south for the winter.
She tried the door of the cottage. It wouldn't open. "Locked!" she exclaimed. "We can't get in! Where's that fucking caretaker?"
"Probably gone fishing. I wonder if Bill told him we were coming?"
Just then Sue spied what looked like a rude shack in the woods behind the cottage. "Over there!" she indicated. "That must be where he lives."
"That's just an old outhouse. He wouldn't live there."
"No, the outhouse is over there, in that stand of birch. That other building has to be his shack."
"Well, let's have a look."
Leaving the suitcase in front of the cottage, they tramped over to the weather-beaten shanty Sue had discovered. Nothing stirred. Pete brushed the spider webs away from one of the dusty windows and peered inside.
"Holy shit!" he yelped. "Take a look at this!" Inside they saw a giant of a man that had to be Enoch, the care-taker. He appeared to be about fifty years old, judging by the seams of the skin of his leathery visage and the gray dappling his beard. He was totally nude. The shoulder-length hair that hung from his head looked as if it hadn't been combed or trimmed in years. Beneath the massive shoulders dangled a pair of arms so powerful they resembled the legs of a normally proportioned man. At his feet lay a pair of discarded deerskin breeches. He was breathing heavily, his barrel chest heaving with exertion.
The most remarkable feature of this Goliath of the hills was his stupendous, beet-red, iron-hard cock and its accompanying balls, balls so large they reminded Sue of ostrich eggs. That wicked-looking instrument was thrusting furiously into the tender pussy of a beautiful young girl!
Pete and Sue watched with fascination. Enoch was seated on a rough bench. The girl was straddled across his knees, which were as stout and craggy as the tree stumps which surrounded his shack. She was impaled on his enormous tool, jerking her pelvis up and down in a frenzy of lust. Sue estimated her age at fifteen. She had an enchanting, innocent face, long brown hair, high, firm, pink-tipped tits, and a blue ribbon ass. The way she was kissing the granite features of Enoch revealed her adoration of this rough and ready man of the woods.
What a picture they made! The man robust, vigorous, formidable; the girl supple, radiant, and yielding, they complemented each other perfectly ruggedness and vulnerability, coarseness and grace. This was a drama of timeless significance.
With a mighty roar Enoch seized the girl's pliant hips in his huge ham-like hands and pumped them even harder over his straining pole. Saliva dribbled into his beard, and his eyes became glazed. Suddenly he began to come, a veritable Niagara of passion. Scalding, milky-looking sperm spurted from him, inundating the young girl's delicate pink cunt, smearing her thighs with the overflow. She gave a cry as she too reached her peak, and collapsed with a shudder on his chest.
With surprising gentleness the woodsman lowered her semiconscious body to the rough floor of the cabin. His gigantic prick hung down from him like the tongue of a mountain moose. It was glistening with sperm and pussy secretions. This was truly a man among men, the stuff of which legends are made.
Pete strode into the cabin and shook his hand heartily-
"How do you do," he said. "I'm Pete Campbell, Bill's brother. This is my wife, Sue."
The astonished mountain man hurriedly pulled on his deerskin trousers. The bulk of his prick caused the front of them to bulge noticeably. He seemed a bit abashed; obviously he wasn't used to being seen in the altogether by city folks.
"Glad ter know ye," he stammered, buttoning a course homespun shirt around his rugged torso. "Mr. Campbell told me ye'd be a'comin'. I reckon I lost track o' time. A body sometimes does that in the hills."
He clapped Pete on the shoulder in a gesture of friendliness. Suddenly remembering his rarely-used social graces, he said, "I'm called Enoch. The name of this here child is Daisy. She's my daughter." Suppressing an exclamation of surprise, Pete glanced down at the floor, where the ripe young Daisy was still insensible with post-coital torpor. Yes, there was a definite family resemblance. Enoch was telling the truth, and what's more, his blatant incest seemed to him a perfectly normal state of affairs.
"She's lovely," said Sue. "Does she live up here with you?"
"She shore does. Raised her from a pip, I did." He squatted down and shook Daisy's shoulder with a massive paw.
"Come along, honey," he said as she began to stir. "Put yore clothes on and let's get these folks settled."
Daisy emitted a deep sigh and opened her eyes, she gazed up at the newcomers with undisguised interest.
"Don't mind her starin'," said Enoch. "It ain't often she sees anybody but her old pappy. Bill Campbell comes up here five or six times a year, but this young 'un is usually too bashful ter keep company with visitors."
Daisy rose to her feet and pulled on a simple shift. Apparently she owned no undergarments. The girl seemed a bit self-conscious. She was obviously dressing solely for the benefit of the strangers, who Enoch seemed to feel might be offended by her nakedness. Sue surmised that this innocent young fawn was used to going naked. It showed in the even tan of her body and the way the cloth seemed to chafe her. She was sure that Daisy only dressed herself on special occasions.
The four of them made their way back to the cottage. Enoch produced a rusty key with which he opened the stout oaken door. The cottage looked small and compact from the outside, but this impression was deceptive. Its interior was actually quite spacious. It was comfortably furnished with the good taste that was Bill Campbell's trademark. Pete and Sue were impressed. This was a great place to get away from it all, in any season.
After their luggage had been brought in and unpacked, Pete and his wife strolled out onto the porch, enjoying the warm rays of the autumn sun. A breeze was stirring the treetops, causing a shower of crimson and gold leaves to float down to the earth around the cottage. Pete found this idyllic scene relaxing beyond words. He was tired of the tedious meetings in the capital that his job required him to attend. This was the life, here in the White Mountains! He almost envied Enoch.
His eyes came to rest on the majestic peaks of the Presidential Range. The view brought back fond memories of a boyhood when he'd stood on each of the craggy summits. Have to hike up there again some day, he thought. If I can get up the energy. Sue doesn't leave me much to spare!
His musings were interrupted by the loud baritone of Enoch.
"Well, we'll be leavin' you two in peace now," said the mountain man, running his fingers through a tangled beard that resembled the nest of a bird. Daisy was already halfway down the path to the shack. She paused every few steps to pick some wildflowers.
"Please don't go, Enoch," said Sue pleasantly. "Where are your manners? Let's sit up here on the porch and shoot the shit!"
Enoch looked puzzled. This colloquialism was unknown to him. "Beggin' yer pardon, ma'am?" he said, scratching his head.
"I mean, let's have a conversation. You don't have to run off, do you?"
"No, I reckon not. Not used ter talkin', thet's all. Daisy and me don't have much ter say ter each other. We've lived together up here fer nigh on fifteen years, so by now neither of us can tell the other one anythin' he don't know already. But thank ye kindly, ma'am. I'll be plumb glad ter set with ye fer a spell."
"By the way, Enoch," said Pete. "I have some business to take care of while I'm here. Do you know anything about a bear that's been killing livestock in this vicinity?"
"I heard tell of one hereabouts. Got the folks in the valley all riled up. I done some nosin' around, and found me some tracks. That bear is a she-bear, what we call a sow. No cubs with her, from what I can tell."
"You know these hills. Think you could lead me to the bear?"
"Ye aimin' ter shoot her? Bear meat's good eatin'. Rest of her is dang useful, too. I could use me a bearskin robe, and I'm runnin' low on grease."
"No, I've decided not to kill it. That's unnecessary. I figured I'd capture it alive, then haul it out in the back of my truck. I could drive it up to some territory I know where there are no people around for miles. Then it would be safe to set it free."
"How ye figurin' on doin' all thet? Don't ye reckon she'll put up a fight?"
"Hardly. I've brought a special type of gun that shoots tranquilizer darts. Each one is coated with a powerful drug that'll immobilize the bear on contact. It'll be stunned but unharmed. While it's unconscious we'll get it into the truck and remove it."
"What won't they think of next! Thunderation! Well, if it's a capture ye want, I reckon we can arrange it. I don't see any reason ter go chasin' after her, either. We'll let her come ter us!"
"Come to us? How?"
"Well, this is the fall season, and thet bear is tryin' ter fatten herself up in preparation fer her winter hibernation. She needs plenty o' body fat ter get her through the cold months. So she's stuffin' herself night and day with any vittles she can get her paws on. Well, I think if we set out some bait, she'll come after it sooner or later. Then she'll be right in our own backyard. We can ketch her then, and there'll be no need ter haul her a long distance. I'd say she weighs in at about four hunnerd pounds!"
"Sounds as if you know a lot about bears, Enoch."
"I've lived in these woods alongside 'em fer most o' my days. I reckon I've picked up some knowledge of their habits. I have a great respect fer 'em, more than respect. There's somethin' about the sight of a bear thet stirs the blood, if ye know what I mean." Enoch's eyes clouded over with a faraway look. He added cryptically, "Sometimes man and bear can become one. I've heard it whispered, deep in the hills."
"Well, I'm sure I don't know what you mean by that," said Pete. "But that's irrelevant. This is just a job to me. Your plan sounds good. I'm sure it'll work. But right now, let's break out a bottle of my brother's bonded bourbon! We'll have plenty of time for the bear after Bill gets here."
Pete disappeared into the cottage. Sue stared at the rugged figure of the mountain man with growing fascination. What a specimen, she thought. I wouldn't mind having that massive prong of his up inside me. But he looks and smells as if he's never had a bath in his life!
"Tell me about Daisy," she said with friendliness. "Where's her mother?"
Enoch hung his head. "She left me many years ago. Said she couldn't stand livin' up here in the mountains all alone. She wanted city comforts. There's precious few o' them here."
Pete returned with a fifth of Wild Turkey and three glasses. He could see that Enoch was in an expansive mood. Little wonder, since he saw new faces so seldom. Pete kept silent as he poured the drinks, letting the grizzled man of the woods continue his discourse.
"Annie was her name," said Enoch. "Years ago she was the librarian in the town of Randolph, the purtiest little thing ye ever seen. She was jest a little slip of a girl, but she had the kind of face thet a red-blooded man can't resist. She'd give ye a look with them big eyelashes a'flutterin' and yer knees would shake like the devil.
"It may surprise yer ter hear that a rough galoot like me ever had any schoolin', but I do know how ter read and write. Picked it up in the village school, afore I moved ter the hills. I was jest a youngster then.
"Anyway, in them days I used ter go ter town fer supplies once a month, same's I do now. Made my livin' by trappin' and guidin' huntin' parties. Well, in the evenin's I used ter set beneath an old pine tree and look up at the firmament of stars, jest watchin' thet sky fer hours on end. After a time I got me a hankerin' ter find out the names of them constellations. I needed a book fer thet.
"So next time I went in fer provisions I stopped in at the library. Never seen so many books in one place. Scared the livin' shit out o' me, ef ye don't mind my sayin' so. But I fergot about what I had come fer when I took a gander at thet librarian! She shore made this heart pound. I had me a hard on as long and stiff as an axe handle!"
Sue grinned, charmed by this rough fellow's earthiness of speech and unconstrained manner. He was clearly a man who called a spade a spade.
"I courted her fer three months," he continued. I'd even neglect my trap lines so's I could go ter town and see her. I had plenty o' money from sellin' my furs, and finally she agreed ter marry me. We were wed in a nice ceremony on the village green. It brings a tear ter my eye ter recall it now." He bolted down his whiskey, smacking his lips with appreciation.
"I brought her up ter my cabin ter live with me. At first she was content. She took ter fuckin' well enough, and I always satisfied her on thet score. But after a spell I began ter suspicion thet maybe she weren't cut out fer my kind o' life. She'd get riled when I'd bring her books inter the privy and tear out the pages ter wipe my ass with. She used ter nag at me ter take a bath, and ter my way o' thinkin', bathin' just ain't natural. It's somethin' city folks do.
"I thought she'd calm down when she got pregnant. For a while she did, too. But soon she got ter thinkin' that a kid was jest one more thing ter tie her down. She was restless, Annie was. Wanted ter see all them places she'd read about in her books-Boston, Paris, Mongolia. Hell, I don't know. I couldn't be bothered with such nonsense. Eatin', sleepin', trappin,' and fucking' were all I cared about. That's never changed none, neither.
"Finally she gave birth ter a baby girl. She was the sweetest infant yet eyes ever beheld. Daisy, we named her. But Annie didn't take the interest in the child a good mother ought ter. She never did accept the responsibility thet comes with bein' the wife of a trapper.
"After six months after Daisy was born, Annie came ter me and told me ter my face thet she was clearin' out. She couldn't stand it, she said. Talked about isolation and solitude, usin' big words like thet ter try and buffalo me. Well, I'm a simple man and didn't know what ter say. I reckoned it was a mistake ter begin with, me marryin' her. So I didn't try ter stop her.
"So she packed up her belongin's and skeddaddled. I never seen her again. Feller in town told me a few years back thet she ended up in a bawdy house in Buenos Aires, but damned if I know.
"All's thet was left was me and my baby girl. Havin' no one ter talk ter didn't bother me so much as the idea o' havin' no means o' sexual relief. I'd been used ter regular fuckin', and now I had nothin'. Well, thet's a mighty sorry state of affairs. I ended up havin' ter satisfy myself with some of the pumpkins I raise on a vine behind my shack. Ye find herself a nice plump one, make a hole in it, grease it with bear grease, and stick yer peter inter it. It'll do in a pinch, but can't compare ter a real honest-ter-goodness pussy.
"I was set on raisin' my baby girl as best I could. In the absence of a mother, I bought me an old cow and used her ter provide milk fer the young 'un. Between thet and corn meal mush she got bigger and healthier.
"One day I was feedin' her in the cabin and when all the milk was gone she started cryin' like she was still hungry. I had nothin' else ter give her, but I reckoned she needed somethin' ter keep her pacified, so I pulled out my prick and stuck it in her mouth. She had no teeth then. Well, she seemed ter enjoy it, and thereafter not a night would go by that she wouldn't whimper unless I gave her my tool ter play with. Ye know, I kind of enjoyed it too. Yes indeedy! That little devil's hands and mouth shore felt good on my peter.
"I had sense enough ter know that I had a chance ter raise her up without her knowin' anythin' was supposed ter be wrong with sex. I'd be damned if I'd put thet notion in her head, the way town folks do ter their kids. Thet was the reason I left the town in the first place. I couldn't stand them pious hypocrites, always restrainin' their natural urges. I say nature's way is best, and if the good Lord provided us with pleasurable feelin's in our sexual organs, it's only right however we choose ter enjoy 'em.
"Daisy grew up wearin' clothes fer warmth only, not fer coverin'. In the warm seasons she struts around nekkid as a jaybird. Ter her, it's natural. Everythin' thet girl does is natural. She grew up playin' with her old pappy's cock and she ain't ashamed of it. She's as loving and devoted as a good daughter should be. She knows I always protected her from the denizens of the forest when she was a little shaver. I always saw ter it thet she got plenty ter eat, thet there was shelter and a warm fire on winter nights.
"She's been good ter me in return. She's always eager ter please, and she knows exactly what I like. When she was a little girl she used ter suck her daddy's cock every night, even though it barely fit inter her little mouth. Bless her heart! My come was a special treat fer her, like candy is ter city kids.
"Then when she got older and her tits began ter blossom, I was pleased ter take her cherry. I haven't had anythin' ter do with a pumpkin since. Thet child loves ter fuck, and sometimes I think she'll wear me out. She knows how to contract the muscles of her cunt ter squeeze yer peter in a slippery grip that's unbearable. It's a natural talent o' her'n. Fuckin' her is like fuckin' one o' the heavenly angels.
"We like our way of life, we don't hold much truck with outsiders thet don't understand our ways. Bill Campbell, though, is different.
"I met him in the woods a couple years back. He was lookin' fer a site ter build him a cottage on. Well, I took ter this young lad straightaway. He wasn't like the rest o" them city slickers I've seen. Had his head screwed on right. So I showed him a good spot fer buildin', and he put it up right there. Then he hired me ter keep the place in repair, keep outsiders away, and receive the deliveries of supplies her sends up here. I get along with him and he gets along with me."
Enoch's face split into a grin. "Pete, ye're as friendly as yer brother. And I take ter yer woman, too. I think we'll have us a weekend ter remember!"
CHAPTER SIX
Bill and Louise arrived at dusk. By that time the group at the cottage was feeling no pain. The fifth of bourbon had been drained long ago. Even young Daisy was tipsy. She had reverted to her old habit of parading around stark naked, abandoning the pose of modest decorum she adopted in the presence of strangers. She seldom got the chance to taste strong drink, and only a small amount was enough to melt away her shyness.
Enoch had consumed more than everyone else combined, but somehow it was he who seemed the least intoxicated. Pete and Sue were impressed by his capacity. He enjoyed good liquor, and drank it in quantities that would have felled an ox. Everything about him was larger than life, right down to the mammoth prick that Sue couldn't stop staring at.
The new arrivals were greeted with hearty good cheer. The engaging Bill was known and liked by all, and Louise, though a stranger to the gathering, was received no less warmly. Everyone knew that any young woman Bill favored was sure to possess a plethora of good qualities, and Louise's stunning good looks made a big impression right off the bat
"We met in the subway in Boston," Bill said as he poured himself a drink. "Ours has been a real storybook romance."
It couldn't have been more obvious that Bill was sexually aroused. He had a hard on of such length that the head of it was visible above the top of his trousers. It looked as if its sheer size and power would burst his zipper at any moment.
Bill noticed the stares of the others, and after a moment discerned the reason for them. "Oh, that!" he said with a chuckle. "Don't be shocked. I've had it all the way up here. It just needs some exercise, that's all. My Louise is a very stimulating girl!"
He began to stroke one of his companion's firm young tits. The distended nipples were clearly visible through her blouse. Bill caught one between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it with enthusiasm. Her lips parted in an inaudible sigh. Everyone could tell she was as horny as Bill.
Enoch spoke. "Beggin' yer pardon, Mr. Campbell, but I reckon me and my little girl will be movin' on now. We'll be seein' ye in the mornin'. Thank ye kindly fer the whiskey," Before they could protest, he had left the cottage with his naked daughter in tow.
"It's too bad he had to leave," said Louise. "Do you suppose he was embarrassed?"
"Hell, no, not that old coot," Bill replied. "I've seen that look in his eyes before. He's just itching to dip his wick into the moist young snatch of that daughter of his. I don't think he's entirely comfortable with the group scene, that's all. He's used to solitude. He wouldn't feel right doing it in front of anyone but the creatures of the forest."
"I think you're right," observed Pete. "When Sue and I introduced ourselves to him, he'd just finished a bout of fucking. He wasn't at all ashamed of the act itself, but was just a bit startled to find out he'd been observed by strangers."
"Well, let's hope we can get him to loosen up and join us in our fun. He's an accomplished fucker for all his rustic ways, and generally a good man to have around. Moreover, Daisy would be a welcome addition to any orgy with her beautiful tits, inviting ass, and luscious cunt. Six are better than four, no question about it."
"Bill, boy, I can tell by that hard on you're ready for action. Do you want to fuck my wife? I remember how you enjoyed her last time we got together."
"You have a good memory," said Bill. He turned to the smiling Sue. "You really gave me a ride that time, didn't you, baby? Well, we'll have a chance to relive old times before the weekend is over. But right now I have an irresistible yen to practice my specialty-frottage!"
"Frottage!" echoed Sue. "Wow! That's certainly esoteric. I never knew you were interested in that."
"It's a special passion of mine. To my mind it's one of the most refined of the sexual arts."
"How does it work, anyway? Let's have a demonstration."
"By all means. What do you say, Louise?"
The striking young blonde looked a little uncertain. Again she was finding it difficult to shed her inhibitions. Bill's teachings had had a strong effect on her psyche, it was true, but the "anything goes" atmosphere of the cottage was a bit overpowering for a girl of her background. Just last week she'd been so timid and shy.
Sex isn't the problem, thought Louise. I love that! It's just the presence of the others that's holding me back. I feel so nervous. Stage fright, that's what it is. I'm self-conscious, oversensitive.
Bill sensed her dilemma and came to her rescue with his usual perceptiveness. Looking her straight in the eye, he told her, "Baby, tonight's your night to fly. Concentrate on the feeling of adventure and excitement you derive from new experiences. Don't hold back. Let yourself go. You'll feel more vital, more alive, if you don't block your emotions."
"You're right, Bill," she smiled. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You just wait right here for a minute. TO be right back!"
Louise disappeared into the bathroom. Unknown to Bill, she'd thought of a way to make the proceedings more interesting.
"A lovely girl," Pete commented. "That touch of reticence makes her even more desirable."
"You know it I'll let you try her out later. Share and share alike, I always say. I guarantee you won't forget her. She has plenty of aptitude for things sexual." Louise emerged beaming from the bathroom. All her inhibitions appeared to have vanished. This is more like it thought Bill. He noted with approval the fact that she was wearing the same pair of jeans that had attracted him to her in the first place. They'd been laundered since the incident on the subway, of course, but it was definitely the same pair. The washing had made them softer than ever. His prick tingled with anticipation. In anxious haste he removed his shoes and trousers.
Louise sauntered over to the kitchen table. With a saucy, impudent grin she stood in front of it and bent over until her fleshy boobs rested on the tablecloth. Her denim-covered ass wiggled provocatively. The fabric was taut over the two shapely globes, and the dividing cleft was clearly outlined. The sight was a frotteur's dream.
Clad only in a plaid flannel shirt, Bill advanced. His stiff member was red-hot and pointed straight up, like a guided missile ready to be launched toward the stars. The purplish head of it stood out in sharp relief above the long, pole-like shaft, which in turn towered over a scrotum already twitching with the foreknowledge of things to come. Another step, and contact was established. Bill's prick had reached Louise's ass.
Grasping the swollen organ in his right hand, Bill rubbed it across the tantalizing rump slow and easy. It was best to keep the friction light at first. The well worn denim felt like velvet against the flaring head of his cock. The blood pounded in his veins. Frottage had begun.
Increasing the pressure, he began to rub his prick over the convex curve of her cheeks in a circular motion. He was now letting both the head and the underside of the shaft come into contact with the fabric. He knew Louise was enjoying this almost as much as he was. She kept wagging her hindquarters in time to his motions, creating an even more delicious friction. The feel of a man's cock on her behind was-an incomparable thrill.
After savoring a variety of delightful sensations, Bill bid the smooth rounded hills of her buttocks adieu and prepared to explore the nether recesses of the captivating gully that separated them. From a point at the base of her spine his prick traced a path straight downward, descending deeper and deeper into the crevice between the hemispheres of her ass. When it reached the area just above the crotch, Bill made ready to commence the up-and-down stroking motion that would squeeze the sides of his prick right between the fleshy cheeks and create the most pleasurable friction of all. He jerked his pelvis upward, and immediately experienced the shock of his life.
His cock actually disappeared! In one long plunge it slid headlong between her buttocks, right through the fabric, and straight up into her simmering young rectum! Before he knew what had happened, his prick was imbedded to the root in her asshole.
Bill was startled. Nothing like this had ever occurred in all his years as a frotteur. No prick was powerful enough to burst right through a professionally stitched seam. After all, he ought to know. What an astonishing turn of events!
A muffled giggle from Louise gave away the secret. Of course! She had intended it this way all along. It was her idea of a little joke. While in the bathroom she had apparently slit the seam in the rear of her jeans, knowing it could easily be resewn after the act. Furthermore, she had had the foresight to lubricate her anus with vaseline in order to facilitate penetration. Well, her scheme had worked to perfection. The entire length of Bill's organ was buried in her ass.
This is certainly a new twist, thought Bill. She's a sexual genius! An act of frottage transformed into good old-fashioned anal intercourse. The element of surprise only enhanced the fun. To reward Louise for her creativity, Bill intended to bestow upon her the ass-fucking of her life.
Louise was in seventh heaven. Her plan was a success. Now Bill's prick was in her ass, and she clutched it there tightly, determined not to let go of it for any reason. Just as Bill had always maintained, the presence of other people in the room made the event even more exciting. Being watched by an appreciative young couple like Pete and Sue was a pleasure. Louise made up her mind to put on a good show.
Bill's throbbing meat felt fat and huge in her rectum. Her back passage wasn't as used to a battering loaf as her well-fucked cunt. That made it all the better. That almost unendurable stretching sensation never failed to stimulate her to a peak of ecstasy. Her sphincter felt as if it were about to burst into flame. Louise knew that Bill wouldn't spare one ounce of his strength and male vigor in fucking her. She braced herself for what was to come.
Grunting with pleasure, Bill began to draw his prick slowly back through the well-lubricated channel. When only the tip was still held in the sphincter's grip, he reversed direction, pushing forward with his hips, still moving as slow as he could without coming to a complete stop. This steady, deliberate pace inflamed Louise's sensitive anus all the more. With a prodigious effort she kept her body perfectly still, the better to receive his enlarged organ and enjoy its agonizing progress through her slimy tunnel.
"You really know how to fuck an ass," she blurted. "You make it easy, baby," gasped the straining Bill. "You've got the world's number one asshole. Just keep it relaxed and let me do the rest."
"Okay, big daddy," she moaned. "Slide it into me! Stretch my asshole! Fuck me in the ass! I love it! I can't get enough of your throbbing cock! It feels so wonderful! I can't stand it! Keep fucking! Don't ever stop fucking! I don't care if my ass melts!"
Bill was only too eager to do exactly as she asked. The truth was, he wouldn't have stopped even if she begged him for mercy. But she was as willing as they come, this Louise. She appreciated the pleasures of assfucking to the full. The way her sphincter sucked spasmodically at his monstrous tool told him so.
He began to speed up his motions. With each stroke the head of his prick sunk into her colon, making her writhe with rapture. He felt as if he were penetrating her very belly. Never slackening the pressure, he thrust his weapon harder and harder. It was pounding into her abused but grateful rectum.
"Keep it up!" she screamed. "Cornhole me! My asshole's on fire! Just keep slamming it in!"
Bill started to undulate his pelvis so that each stroke was subtly varied. He attacked from above, from below, from the sides. The full length of his prong was swallowed completely on each plunge. A slapping, slurping noise mingled with the sounds of heavy breathing to provide musical accompaniment to his bold act of sodomy.
"Oh, Bill!" shrieked Louise. I'm coming! Look out! I'm coming! Here I come! AARRGHH!"
Her ass buckled furiously. She was totally out of control. Bill was afraid she was going to fall off the table. Where would that leave him? But Pete and Sue, who had been watching this stirring drama with rapt attention, saved the day.
Pete ran to the far end of the table and seized Louise's flailing arms, holding them fast. The resourceful Sue crawled under the table, caught the girl's ankles, and spread them wide apart while steadying them. With her limbs immobilized, Louise thrashed and jerked her midsection violently. She was experiencing a monumental orgasm.
The frenzied paroxysms of this berserk young piece of ass were more than Bill's prick could stand. Wrenching anal walls sucked the sperm right out of his balls. It came gushing through the tube of his prick with tremendous force, splattering her innards. Spurt after spurt creamed her asshole as the crazed rubbery sphincter milked the shaft of Bill's cock with animalistic fervor. This torrid session of ass-fucking had reached its climax.
Slowly Louise went limp. Her rectum gave one last spasm before it relaxed and allowed Bill's tool to be drawn from its depths. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and her eyes stared into space blankly. She knew she had been properly sodomized. A sense of profound happiness and fulfillment coursed through her exhausted form.
Bill sank to his knees, utterly worn out His now flaccid prick flopped only inches from the face of Sue, who was still under the table after releasing Louise's ankles. The brazen Sue saw what had to be done and did not hesitate. She crawled forward and extended her thick moist tongue.
With tenderness and concern she began to lap the well-used member clean, running her tongue over every inch of its bright pink surface. It was larded with a mixture of creamy come and the spicy essences of Louise's rectum. She licked off every smidgen, cleansing him with the thoroughness of a vacuum cleaner.
Bill accepted these ministration gratefully. Not only did Sue have an educated tongue that pleased him with its satiny touch, but she was also performing a valuable service.
"Thanks, Sue. You're a real pal," he wheezed, patting the head of his sister-in-law. His tool was already sparkling clean. She had moved her tongue down to his balls.
Still in a daze, Louise managed to lower herself off the table. Without a word she stumbled into the bathroom and closed the door. Already the come that dripped from her asshole was seeping through the seat of her pants. Bill figured she'd be there a long time.
"I had indoor plumbing installed when I had the place built," he said to Pete and Sue conversationally. "I told Enoch he could feel free to use it, but as far as I know he never has. That old rustic still prefers the ramshackle outhouse you saw behind his cabin. He's set in his ways, I guess."
"Sue's a lot more fastidious than Enoch," Pete observed jokingly. "She sure did a number on you!" His wife had finished licking Bill's genitals.
"Well, it's not often a girl gets to taste a sauce like that," she stated demurely. "And I figure Bill would appreciate it. I just wanted to show him how grateful I was for the invitation to the cottage this weekend."
"Think nothing of it," said Bill graciously.
"That Louise is something else," Pete commented. "You sure know how to pick them. At first I thought she was going to freak out, but then she really got it on. You two make a nice couple."
"Yes, Bill. It's obvious that she adores you," chimed in Sue.
Bill was beaming. Recognition of his good taste always pleased him. He poured himself another drink.
"Yes, I think she's quite a find," he said. "She craves sex like a bitch in heat, and she's intelligent, too. A student. She's an art major."
"Oh, yeah?" laughed Sue. "The art of fucking, you mean."
"No, I'm serious. She really does study painting at the Institute in Boston. What she knows about sex she didn't get out of any textbook, I assure you. That can't be learned. You have to be born with that kind of talent."
"Bill, I've often wondered why you're still a bachelor at your age. Look at Louise, now. She'd make a great little homemaker. Why not tie the knot? Marriage can be great between sexually compatible couples like Pete and I, or you and Louise. You ought to take the plunge."
"Well, Sue, let me answer you this way. I've seen a lot of the world in my life, and known scores of women. I've fucked them for richer and for poorer, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health. I've loved them and cherished them, had them and held them.
But marry one of them? Never! I'll be a bachelor to my dying day!"
The bathroom door opened and out popped Louise, fresh as a daisy again. "My goodness!" she exclaimed. "I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did!"
"You were great," said Sue sincerely. "How's your asshole?"
"A little tired. But my cunt is raring to go! The only question is, what am I going to shove into it?"
"Bill, do you have any dildoes handy?" Sue asked. "Sure do. I always keep a few on hand for special occasions. Try the bottom drawer in the cupboard." Sue rummaged around until she found a couple of impressive-looking instruments. One was about nine inches long, jet black, and thick as her wrist. She ran her thumb over the smooth ridge of the elegantly shaped head. What a weapon, she thought. This thing's made to split you wide open! Breathes there a girl who could look at it without feeling an overpowering urge to ram it up her cunt-or ass? Not likely.
The other find was even more intriguing. It was a double-headed dildo, a long stiff shaft with life-like cockheads on either end.
Apparently it had been tested already, because it bore the unmistakable odor of stale cunt. This delightful device could be used individually or with a partner. She squeezed it in her palm and thought, this had to be the greatest invention since the wheel.
"Come hither, Louise," she said. "And get rid of those jeans! You won't need then anymore. We're going to have a party!"
She unbuttoned her own slacks and yanked them off impatiently. Her gorgeous cunt was now exposed to all, and she obligingly seated herself on the nearest chair and spread her legs to afford everyone the best possible view.
"You wanted to see some scenery this weekend?" she cooed. "How about this landscape? Spectacular, isn't it? I've known poets who've composed sonnets in its praise, and more than once it's been rendered on canvas by prominent artists. Take a good look, friends. This is-an authentic, living cunt, a legend come to life before your very eyes. See that fat clit? It's already as hard as a little pebble. Just watch it quiver as I stick a finger into that cunning open hole you see so shamelessly displayed. Ahhh! That feels fine. Nice and slippery! And by the way, how do you like its new hairdo? I had it washed, trimmed, styled, set, and curled for the occasion. That's its natural color, too. Everything's natural about this pretty little snatch.
"Can you smell it from over there?" she continued. "I can! I'll open it a little wider so the aroma can waft over to you. Once a chemist in Philadelphia gathered a sample of my pussy juice to analyze. His aim was to synthesize it and market it as perfume. Any girl wearing a few drops of this scent would have no trouble at all attracting a mate. If his scheme had worked, the man would now be rich. But he failed, of course. Imitations are no good. This is the real thing. Men from the four corners of the earth have made pilgrimages to my door, begging me to favor them with a whiff. I'll stack the aroma of this pussy against any fragrance in the natural world. Who can match it? It's irresistible. It tantalizes, it captivates, it conquers. Sniff it and weep, my friends!
"And would anyone care for a taste? You wouldn't be human if you said no. Mighty good eating between those hairy lips! Rich as butterscotch, tangy as hard cider, fresh as the morning dew, and raunchy as Liederkranz cheese. That cunt is bursting with flavor. Countless men have drooled over it helplessly, from the shabbiest old winos to the most discriminating epicures. I've been hired for lavish banquets at which I spread my legs and let the guests dip morsels of food into my oozing snatch before popping them into their mouths. You see, gourmets consider my pussy a delicacy. Its secretions are the ideal seasoning for any dish. I've got a cunt that tastes great either eaten by itself or used as a condiment at your dinner table. And it makes a righteous midnight snack!"
Sue had been masturbating furiously throughout this remarkable monologue. She was sliding her index finger in and out of her dripping vagina with gusto. The delicate tissues of her cunt slowly reddened like an autumn sunset. When her little speech was concluded, she withdrew the finger and inserted it into her mouth. She smacked her lips appreciatively.
"Yum!" she exclaimed. "That's finger-lickin' good!"
"Oh, Sue," moaned Louise, who by this time was totally nude. "I'm so horny I can't stand it! What do you want me to do?"
The wily ex-prostitute grinned wickedly. "Well, for openers, how about getting down on all fours. That's it. Keep those knees apart. Why, Louise! Your cunt is sopping wet!"
"I can't help it. Listening to you got me hot."
"I'm glad. This thing will go into you nice and easy."
Sue bent over, spread the girl's downy cuntlips with her fingers, and slid one end of the dildo into Louise's moist cavern, as far as it would go. Louise sighed with gratitude.
"What happens now?" she gasped.
"I'm glad you asked that question. Just hold that position and you'll find out. Bill, will you please steady this thing?"
"Glad to oblige."
Bill took hold of the long pink shaft of the double dildo. He held it upright to keep it from popping out of Louise's slippery hole. Louise began to wiggle and shake her rear end. The life-like dildo felt wonderful imbedded in her snatch. This was a real treat.
She assumed the same posture as Louise, but facing in the opposite direction. She backed up and, with Bill's help, guided the other end of the two-pronged dildo into her own juicy pussy. Now both women were impaled.
"I guess we're all set," said Sue. "Louise, why don't you suck Pete's cock while we fuck each other? I'm sure he'd love it."
"Would you really, Pete?"
"Honey, right now there's nothing I'd like better."
"Well, that's good enough for me. Take off your pants!"
Sue's husband rapidly complied. Louise was transfixed by the sight of his hairy genitals hovering before her face. Pete was gifted with a thick hunk of meat as inviting as any she'd ever encountered. It came complete with a matching set of egg-shaped, free swinging balls. She couldn't wait to get that tool into her mouth.
Pete was an impatient as she was. Grasping her head in his hands, he shoved his turgid rod right between her lips. It came to rest in the comfortable warm cavity of her mouth. Instantly she commenced a sucking action with her cheeks and throat. She could feel the heavy veins on the side of his cock throbbing against her lips.
Bill sat back and enjoyed the view of this delightful tableau. His ass-fucking exertions with Louise had left him drained, so he decided to sit this one out. But that didn't mean he had to be a passive spectator. He remembered a conga drum that he kept in one of the cottage closets. He'd picked it up on a recent trip to Haiti, where drums of that type are utilized in forbidden voodoo rites. Just the thing to make this party even livelier, he thought.
Without a word he removed the drum from the closet, then sat down again, placing it between his knees. He began to beat his palms on the smooth goatskin head of it with a slow, quite deliberately erotic rhythm.
His three guests responded to the sound immediately. Sue and Louise rocked their bodies back and forth, to and fro, perfectly coordinated to the rhythm. Much to their delight, this created a perfect fucking motion for both of them. Pete got into the act by undulating his pelvis, timing his thrusts into Louise's mouth to the same lascivious beat.
The steadfast pink dildo became slippery with the fluids of the two cunts it connected. Aided by Bill's drumming, the movements of the two girls were perfectly synchronized. The synthetic prick slid into first one, then the other, thoroughly massaging the inner walls of each lubricious pussy. Sue and Louise were truly fucking each other simultaneously. This was a sexual feat Louise had never even dreamed of. The experienced Sue had done it before, of course, and it was she who took the lead in guiding the action. Louise, with her wealth of natural talent, picked up her cues fast.
After a while the movements of her abdomen became automatic. The fore part of her mind concentrated on the blow job she was giving Pete. The distended cock in her mouth was almost gagging her, but she refused to slacken the pace. Timing her suction to the ever-increasing tempo of the drum, she devoured the meaty penis with the voracious enthusiasm of a lamprey eel. Pete realized with pleasure that this girl was an unerring, highly skilled fellatrice.
Bill began to pound the drum harder and faster, both palms thudding on it with vigor. Gradually he became aware of the vibrations between his legs. He was actually raising another hard on. It ascended slowly, pressing itself against the polished surface of the side of the drum. Each beat stiffened it further as the rhythmic tremors stimulated the hot flesh of his cock. His nuts shuddered convulsively.
The movements of the three fuckers were still perfectly matched to the deep-toned pounding of Bill's drum. The jungle rhythms seemed to take possession of their bodies, stirring a hidden racial memory of prehistoric ceremonies, unnamable rituals in worship of the fertility goddess. They were now a living sexual entity, three persons joined into one lewd, pulsating organism.
The slurping dildo was creating such an intense, unbearable friction that Sue was afraid her cunt would catch fire. But to slow down now was out of the question. The beat was insistent, irresistible. It demanded the maximum sexual effort of each participant. There could be no turning back.
The sight of the three-way fucking pleased Bill. It seemed so perfect, so balanced. It reminded him of a chair. A two-legged chair could not exist; three legs were necessary for steadiness and equilibrium. Likewise, did it now seem with fucking. Two persons were inadequate; three, a sublime ideal. Why hadn't this occurred to him before? So many more positions and combinations were conceivable with three participants. And, moreover, the addition of a fourth leg produced an even better chair.
The possibilities were endless. As Bill poured his energies into the beating of the drum, he wondered how he could ever return to simple one-on-one fucking. The insight had matured him, broadened his outlook. With a thrilling sensation of profound insight, he pounded even more fervently.
Still the three fuckers kept pace. All self-control had been jettisoned long ago. Pure animal instinct was driving them now. 'Die surging hips of Sue and Louise were only a blur, joined together by the firm pink shaft. Their thighs glistened with sweat and pussy juice. Pete's strong tool appeared to be halfway down Louise's throat, but she sucked more vigorously than ever. For all three a climax was imminent.
Still the pounding had not let up. Now it had reached the exact tempo of their heartbeats. Every artery and vein in their bodies seemed to pulsate at the direct command of the drum. A pungent, humid miasma of lust rose from them as they thrashed upon the carpet. Their minds had emptied. The creatures on the floor had become nothing more than monstrous pulsating gonads in human form. The portals of Paradise swung open to receive them.
Three orgasms convulsed the fuckers in rapid succession, like a string of firecrackers going off. Pete was the first to explode. His heavy balls tensed, contracted, and shot a geyser of hot sperm into the waiting mouth of Louise. The excitement of this occurrence triggered her own climax. With berserk fury she stabbed herself down one last time on the unyielding dildo, and like the bursting of a dam a torrent of fluids rushed out of her.
"God help me!" screamed Sue, "Pm coming too!"
She was right. With a violent lurch her body bolted into the air, still clutching the dildo between swollen cuntlips. She landed with a crash, howling like some kind of wounded animal. Shudders of ecstasy swept through her sprawled form.
"Motherfucker!" she wailed. "It's like an electric shock! I love it! I can't stand it! I must be in heaven!"
Bill continued to pound with all his might. The drum's rhythm was now one of triumph. Three victims lay prostrate before it, and soon a fourth would join then-Bill himself.
Yes, the carnal vibrations of the drum had agitated his cock and balls beyond recall. With a mighty spurt the seed poured forth from his glowing prick, anointing the head of the drum with the milky oil of his lust. The pounding ceased. Only the sound of squirting semen was audible in the room.
Sue had rolled over on her back. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, the end of the dildo still protruding from her snatch. Louise lay face down on the rug, whimpering softly and licking her spermy lips. Pete was on his knees, clinging to a chair for support. He was gasping for breath.
Totally exhausted, Bill sank back into his chair. Words failed him. He knew that the four of them had shared something very precious.
Pete was the first to speak. "This place looks like a disaster area," he wheezed. "I've never seen anything like this in my life. Have you?"
"Only once, in the brothels of Madagascar. But only as an onlooker. I wasn't really a part of the action. More's the pity!"
"You intend to clean off the drum?'-'
"No, I think not. When the come dries it'll stretch the goatskin head even tighter. Who knows what sounds we'll get out of it then?"
"Maybe we'd better call it a night. What do you say, girls?"
"I'm with you," answered Louise. "My cunt, my ass, and my mouth have really had a workout. By the way, Pete, you've got great-tasting sperm. It's all warm, thick, and custardy. It went down real smooth. Think you can spare another load for me tomorrow?"
"Sure thing, baby. I'll let you suck it right out of me."
"I can't wait."
"Better yet," said Sue, who was busy extracting the reeking dildo from her cunt. "Shoot your load into my pussy and let Louise lick it out of there. I'm sure she'd enjoy the subtle blend of flavors. I sure as hell won't object!"
"You're on!" Louise replied. "Oh, I'm having such a wonderful time! This is the most exciting vacation I've ever had. If only my Mom were here to help me enjoy it!"
Bill grinned. Only he knew what she meant. Quite a girl, Louise!
CHAPTER SEVEN
As dawn broke over the mountains, Enoch rose from his rude pallet and pulled on his clothes. His tangled hair and beard were stiff with October frost. He yawned and stretched, his joints cracking loudly. It was going to be yet another beautiful sunny day. He could feel it in his bones.
He contemplated the sleeping form of his daughter. As always, she was totally nude. She lay sprawled in her usual sleeping posture, on her back with her legs spread. She liked to air out her cunt after a day of heavy indulgence. Enoch couldn't blame her. Her pussy was her pride and joy, and she didn't have to be told to take good care of it.
He licked his lips as he looked down upon it. He was used to the wonders of nature, but the sight of this tender young cunt never failed to take his breath away. He could never decide which feature of it he liked the best. Was it the furry mound of the mons veneris? The thick, well-formed outer lips? The delicate, bright pink inner lips? The tiny, bud-like, supersensitive clitoris? Or was it the hot, moist, slippery passageway he'd penetrated so many times in the past? He shook his head. Such considerations were irrelevant, anyway. After all, the whole was ultimately greater than the sum of its parts. Daisy's pussy was a beautiful, perfectly functioning unit, and Enoch liked nothing better than to pass the time with it.
She'd grown into a fine specimen of young womanhood, all right. She had fine, firm, jutting tits. The nipples were large and leathery when erect, just right for sucking or fondling. Then she had an ass on her just as round and wide as any man could desire. He'd long since discovered and explored the sweet little asshole that reposed between her fleshy buttocks. Daisy was the apple of Enoch's eye.
He decided to let her sleep. She usually awoke before he did, but apparently the whiskey she'd drunk the night before had gone to her head. The two of them had enjoyed themselves over at the cottage, and Enoch was looking forward to the coming day's activities. As a general rule he avoided human society, but those Campbells were different-fun-loving, down-to-earth, real he-men through and through. They didn't put on any airs, either. And how about their women! Sue and Louise were a couple of real lookers, no mistake. Maybe he'd get one of them to marinate his meat today. Yes, sir! There'd be good sex and good whiskey aplenty, and a bear hunt besides. Enoch couldn't wait to get cracking.
He lumbered out of the cabin and started down the path to the primitive old outhouse, as was his morning custom. Enoch was a simple man of regular habits. He believed in starting each day with a good shit. A man couldn't get through the day properly without one, to his way of thinking. He'd spent many contended hours inside that dilapidated structure, purging his innards while meditating on the problems and prospects of the day ahead. It was like a second home to him, a refuge of comfort and bucolic good cheer.
Years ago, when he was a rough and ready young pup, he'd never bothered with such niceties as privies. He simply performed his bodily functions in the woods, wherever he happened to be when he felt the urge. This way of living had the virtue of spontaneity and direct, uncomplicated action. In those days he considered himself just another denizen of the woods, and tried to behave as naturally as possible. Not wishing to offend the mythical spirits of the forest, he disdained all frills and affectations. Hell, if bear and moose could shit on the ground, it was good enough for him.
But things changed when he married Annie. For some unfathomable reason, she didn't seem to cotton to the idea of using the vast forest as her bathroom. Enoch got sick of her complaining and finally responded by digging a deep pit and constructing an outhouse over it, like the ones he'd seen on local farms. He even put a door on it. Well, that pleased Annie well enough, and damned if he didn't start in to using it too, in spite of himself. He had to admit it was a lot more comfortable and pleasant than what he was used to, especially in winter, when chill winds were apt to freeze a man's exposed ass.
He got so attached to the goddamned thing that he actually brought it with him when he moved over to Campbell's property. Just dug himself another pit, went back and detached the outhouse, and hauled it over the mountain trails. It was weather-beaten and falling apart after fifteen years, but still serviceable.
Later Enoch heard that an unfortunate hunter had fallen into the old privy pit. Tough luck!
Bill Campbell had offered him the use of his newfangled indoor toilet, but that would be going too far. No, his faithful outhouse suited him just fine, thank you. Still, he gratefully accepted a gift of some old copies of The Wall Street Journal for use. He got tired of using that same old corncob.
The door creaked as he pushed it open. Inside the worm-eaten building were two well-worn seats, one narrow and diminutive, the other big enough to accommodate his huge posterior. He solemnly dropped his deerskin breeches to the floor, and covered the groaning seat with his enormous, hairy hindquarters. His daily ritual had begun.
The intrepid mountain man eyed the stack of papers Bill Campbell had given him. Shore was a lucky day fer me when thet feller come along, he ruminated. It's tough ter make a livin' as a trapper these days. Fur-bearin' animals is gettin' scarce in these parts. Ain't seen many beaver hereabouts. Mink's jest about disappeared. Otters are gone, too. Still a few fisher cats around, and plenty o' coon, but their pelts don't bring in a hell of a lot. There's money ter be made as a huntin ' guide, but only in season. Besides, I'm gettin' a mite too old ter traipse around these kills chasin' deer with a pack of ignorant city slickers in tow.
Campbell, now, he's done all right by me. Pays a right decent wage. Says I ought ter invest some o ' my money. Talks about them blue chipped stocks and whatnot. But ter my way o' thinkin', thet jest ain't seemly fer a man o' the woods like me.
Enoch could feel the faint early stirrings that presaged a bowel movement. He began to press downward with his haunches in the tried-and-true method he'd learned as a boy. Hell, he could shit bigger and faster than any man in the state. And he was damn proud of it.
At the moment he heard footfalls outside. Someone from the cottage? No, none of them would be coming down here, what with their fancy plumbing and all. It had to be Daisy. But what was the little minx up to? She must have known he was inside. After all, his habits never varied.
The door swung open and there she stood, her luscious young form completely undraped as usual. There was a gleam of mischief in her eyes.
"What is it, child? Somethin' troublin' ye?"
"It ain't that, Pappy. I'm just lonesome, that's all." Her voice was as sweet and pure as the fresh spring water she always drank.
Enoch didn't know what to make of this. "Well, can't ya see I'm takin' a shit?"
"What difference does that make? I miss you. Don't you love me?"
"Course I do, child. Ye ought ter know thet."
"Well, I love you, too. I'll show you!"
The lovely naked girl knelt down between the rugged knees of her father in an attitude of homage and obeisance. Enoch couldn't help smiling. By Jasper, he'd raised this girl right! She wasn't like them snot nosed, rebellious city teenagers. She respected her old pappy!
Daisy reached up between Enoch's legs and took hold of his prick. It was long, thick, and rubbery. She began to massage it gently. She was pleased when it began to stiffen in her palm.
"Maybe we better do this later," he said cautiously.
"Why? Just sit back there and relax. I'll do the rest."
"All right, honey. I shore hope ye know what yer doin'!"
Daisy laughed and tugged playfully at the massive trunk of Enoch's penis. She knew it like the back of her hand. How many nights had she lain awake while Enoch slept, staring at it, studying it, memorizing its every contour? It was the most marvelous thing she'd ever seen, the very joy of her life.
Most children become attached to a favorite teddy bear or stuffed rabbit. Daisy had been given no toys as a little girl, but she'd managed to find a substitute--her father's tremendous, gnarled old cock. She'd cuddled up close to it every night, clutching it in a chubby little hand, crooning baby talk to it. Often she fell asleep with her cheek resting against it, dreaming the blissful dreams of childhood. Its pulsating presence was a comfort to her on frigid winter nights.
But unlike most children, who discard the relics of youth when they mature, Daisy never outgrew her attachment to the delightful plaything she'd loved as a toddler. If anything, she became more devoted to it than ever. She never got tired of playing with it That was just so much fun, and it seemed to please her pappy, too. The weighty, dangling member continued to be a source of endless amusement for her.
When she grew older, Enoch taught her many fascinating games to play with it. She learned a hundred ways to make it stand straight and tall for her. By the time she reached her twelfth birthday, she was an expert at petting, rubbing, kneading, stroking, massaging, caressing, and fondling a male organ.
Now she was putting that skill to work. She was steadily jerking off the cock she knew so well, and it was responding to her touch. It began to expand and throb in her hand. Daisy gazed at it lovingly. Slowly it stiffened, lengthened, rising into the air as it did so. It was turning a bright red color, and now pointed straight at her mouth.
She could wait no longer. She shot out her tongue and with long, wet strokes began to lick the now rigid shaft. Her tongue traced a path all the way from the base to the flaring rim of the head, lapping, tickling, stimulating. Once she'd watched a deer at a salt lick in the woods, and now she recalled the fluttering motions of its tongue and tried to imitate them. Evidently she was doing a good job, because Enoch's huge hairy balls were twitching. She started to play with them affectionately.
With her other hand she made a fist around the lower end of the shaft and squeezed with all her might. The turgid flesh was piping hot. Keeping her fist closed tightly around it, she rolled and jerked her wrist in a lewd rhythm. Then she closed her eyes and popped the swollen head into her mouth.
"AARRGHH!" roared Enoch. "By Jasper! That's righteous, girl! Ye learned yer lessons well!"
Daisy sucking away merrily, having the time of her life. The squeezing action of her fist made the head of his cock swell all the more. She was gliding its underside along her tongue as her mouth caressed its sides. Enoch's cock was so thick and huge that she could barely accommodate it, but as the wise men say, where there's a will, there's a way. She scarcely noticed the ache in her jaw as she bobbed up and down relentlessly. All her attention was concentrated on the devouring of that gigantic, torpedo-like cock.
Enoch's abdomen quivered. He tried to ignore it and concentrate on the lustful sensations Daisy was producing in his pulsating rod. She was pumping up and down on him like crazy, and at the same time jerking him off with her fist. Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. He could feel her tongue flickering wildly around the lip of his cockhead, and was overwhelmed by the hot, wet, unendurable tickling in his prick, the enormous prick that was slamming into the lubricious mouth of Daisy. His balls rumbled ominously. He was going to come!
A deluge of white-hot sperm spurted from his prick and flooded the gaping mouth of his daughter. Enoch's genitals writhed in the throes of an orgasm so powerful it defied description. A torrent of come gushed into Daisy's mouth, nearly drowning the unfortunate girl as it flowed unmercifully down her throat.
Enouch turned purple. His eyes rolled upward until only the whites showed. His bodily forces were overpowering him! He was trapped in a cataclysm beyond his control. He threw open his mouth and let out a bellow like that of an angry bull moose. It shook the very walls of the building.
Suddenly, miraculously, the tremors ceased. His balls released, and his prick went limp. Enoch collapsed in a heap, his once might form completely, pitifully drained. He felt as if he had been through an earthquake. Daisy knelt beside him, whimpering, trying desperately to revive him as she licked some errant sperm from her chin.
With an agonizing act of will he forced himself to speak. "It's all over now, child. I believe I'll pull through."
Daisy sobbed with relief. She had swallowed so much sperm in the excitement she could hardly move, but she didn't care about herself. She was young and could survive. But her father was the most precious thing in her life, and she shuddered when she thought how close she'd come to losing him. Not even a stout heart like Enoch's could bear that kind of strain.
She chided herself for her foolishness. In the future she resolved to wait until he finished his morning bowel movement before she blew him.
The two couples in the cottage were entirely unaware of the events taking place in the decrepit old outhouse. They were still asleep, every one. In one bedroom lay Pete and Sue, dead to the world. Sue was snoring loudly, but Pete was too deep in slumber to be disturbed.
In the next room Louise was stretched out on her back, lost in a dreamless sleep. Her legs were spread wide, and one of her ankles dangled over the side of the bed. Bill was lying on his side, his face only inches from Louise's gaping snatch. From time to time a whiff of its subtle fragrance tickled his nostrils while he slept. A smile was stretched over his face.
Bill's bedroom was located on the east side of the cottage, and with the coming of dawn, bright sunlight flowed gently through the window and illuminated the sleeping figures. They did not stir. But the warm rays of the sun revived a large somnolent fly that had spent the night on the windowsill.
This fly was about the size of a quarter, blue-green in color, and covered with bristly hairs, a true goliath among flies. It began to buzz expectantly and rub its front legs together. In its microscopic fly-brain it planned the day's activities. The thought of a journey to Enoch's malodorous privy was tempting. But first, an exploration of the bedroom was in order.
The adventurous creature taxied down the windowsill and readied itself for takeoff. With a sudden shifting of its membranous wings it soared into the air, heading in the direction of the king-size bed that dominated the landscape of the room. When it reached its destination, the fly adopted a holding pattern, circling above the bed while it surveyed likely targets. There were two human bodies sprawled out below, but, unfortunately for the fly, they seemed to be alive. However, the intrepid fly had learned to be thorough and painstaking in its daily search for unholy nourishment. It decided to descend for a closer look.
At that moment the fly's bulging compound eyes caught sight of something it had never before encountered. It appeared to be an immense open gash of some sort, bright pink in color, surrounded by a dense thicket of moss-like vegetation. This odd panorama merited further investigation. The fly touched down right smack in the midst of Louise's open cunt.
It was quite pleased with itself. This territory was promising! The surface was hot, spongy, and moist. Deliberately the fly began to probe the delicate tissues with its unclean lapping and sucking mouthparts. The resourceful insect found the taste very much to its liking. What a discovery!
Louise began to stir in her sleep. A dream was unfolding in her mind, a wonderful dream that was making her feel warm and tingly all over. She was a princess in a medieval kingdom, where she dwelt in a castle of breathtaking majesty and splendor. That day she had been betrothed to Sir William, a dashing, noble knight who, beneath his suit of armor, looked a lot like Bill Campbell.
They were alone together in a beautiful garden. She could hear the song of the nightingale. Soft sweet breezes caressed her. Sir William was kneeling at her feet. He was raising the hem of her gown. He was drawing back his visor. He was beginning to eat her!
Louise smiled in her sleep, moaned, and spread her legs even wider. She could almost feel the tongue of the handsome young knight exploring all the folds and ridges of her ripe young pussy. The sensation was marvelous! Surely, if this continued, he would make her come.
The huge hairy fly that was crawling around the raw, moistening snatch was unaware of the baroque fantasies coursing through Louise's mind. It knew nothing of the ways of human beings, and cared less. Its only concern was to suck up all the tangy pussy juice it could hold. Boldly it danced all over the exposed inner lips, feasting on the secretions they exuded. Then a smooth pink promontory attracted its attention, and the curious fly mounted it and balanced itself precariously.
Louise was breathing heavily now. This dream was somehow more vivid than any she had ever had before. She could actually imagine the sensation of Sir William's tongue flickering over her swollen clitoris. She could almost feel it! She moaned and quivered. In her dream she urged her lover onward, while drawing up her knees and wiggling her pelvis. It felt so grand!
The fly lowered itself from the trembling pinnacle, and with a joyous buzz began to feed once more on the spicy liquids that were now actually coating the corrugated pussy lips. It lapped and sucked greedily, irritating the reddened flesh, totally oblivious to the pleasure it was causing. It had certainly never regarded itself as a cupid among insects, but today Fate had cast it in that very role. Its furious feeding motions, while not intended to fuel Louise's lust, were nonetheless having precisely that effect.
Just then it noticed the entrance to what looked like a large, dark cavern looming before it. Without hesitation the fly plunged straight inside, vibrating its wings to afford it greater purchase in the slippery passageway. Here was a veritable banquet of pungent cunt sauces! The fly was not really religious, but nevertheless it cast its compound eyes to heaven and gave silent thanks for the gift of this sumptuous repast, the like of which it had never known. The fly had entered Louise's vagina.
The lustful groans of the sleeping girl awakened Bill. He was immediately aware that she was having some sort of extraordinarily vivid dream, undoubtedly about sex. Why, her pussy was dripping wet! He looked upon it fondly, and suddenly his mouth dropped open in amazement. Was that a fly he saw crawling out of her yawning snatch? Yes, he was sure of it! It was a monstrous, hairy, repulsive, buzzing fly, its wings plastered with the juices of Louise's cunt!
Angrily he reached for the fly swatter he always kept handy. But then he reconsidered. The slap of a fly swatter against an open snatch might be painful. He didn't want to hurt her if he could avoid it. Besides, she would hardly enjoy scraping the mashed corpse of a fly from the moist petals of her pussy.
Then he had an idea. Why harm the fly? He couldn't blame it for having good taste, after all. Besides, a specimen of that size could be useful. What was that trick he'd seen in Singapore a few years ago?
Bill reached out his hand. The usually vigilant fly was too absorbed in its feasting to notice the hand until it was too late. With a deft movement Bill snatched it from the snatch and clutched it tightly. He'd caught it unhurt. But the sudden movement had awakened Louise.
"Oh, Bill'" she murmured. "I've been having the most marvelous dream." She began to rub her cunt languidly.
"Really?" Bill answered. "I never would have guessed it." He was busy transferring the fly to an empty jar he had found on his bureau. He tried to keep it hidden from Louise.
"What's that buzzing noise?"
"Must be the electricity. It does that sometimes." he hid the jar in a drawer, where it would be safe until he was ready to make use of its disgusting contents.
Bill could hear Pete and Sue stirring in the next room. They were probably enjoying an early-morning fuck. Thinking of the prospects of the coming day made his skin tingle with anticipation.
"Might as well cook up some breakfast," he said. "Fried eggs, home fries, Canadian bacon, and flapjacks smothered with real New Hampshire maple syrup. That ought to stick to our ribs. I'll brew a pot of coffee to wash it down with."
"Sounds good," said Louise. "Let me give you a hand." She started to get out of bed.
"Wait a minute. What's your hurry? We've got to work up an appetite first."
"How do you propose to do that? Chopping wood, maybe?"
"Hell, no. I let Enoch do all the work that needs to be done around here. We're up here strictly to have a good time."
"I think I have an idea of what you're getting at. Something about the state of your prick makes your intentions very clear. It's as hard as a rock!"
"You're quite observant."
She clapped her hands with glee. "Well, what are you going to do with it? Fuck me? Shove it up my ass? Or maybe you'd like me to suck it?"
"Those would all be very nice, but I have an even better idea."
Her eyes widened. "You mean-"
"You guessed it, baby. Frottage!" He strode toward her purposefully, his glowing phallus rigid as a flagpole.
"But, Bill! I'm still naked! Don't you want me to put on my jeans?"
"That won't be necessary. I've devised an interesting variation on the standard technique. I thought I'd show it to you."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just lie on your back."
He got onto the bed and straddled her body. She could feel his weighty balls resting on her belly. Above them towered the majestic reddened obelisk that was his prick. She gasped. It looked so virile, so powerful. She wrapped a hand around its base and squeezed. It throbbed against her palm.
Bill placed a hand on each of her tits and began to knead the creamy flesh as a baker kneads dough. She groaned with pleasure. His hands were strong, vigorous, and thorough. He knew exactly how to stimulate her.
"This is a prize-winning pair of tits if I ever saw one," he muttered. "The way these things stick straight out into the air amazes me. They're huge, but without a trace of sag. And you never wear a bra. What's your secret?"
"Well, I do some special exercises to improve the muscle tone."
"You must do something. What luscious, mouthwatering tits! I love to squeeze and fondle them. They're vast as the Himalayas, firm as a June watermelon, and yet softer than a newborn baby's ass."
He buried his face between them, almost overcome with libidinous emotion. Louise kept pumping away at his cock. She hoped he wouldn't suffocate.
To her surprise he removed her grasping hand from his tool and sat upright. His eyes were gleaming with a devilish fervor. He shuffled forward on his knees, the stiffened phallus looming even larger than ever before her.
When he was poised above her chest, he crouched forward, lowering his burning-hot tool into the groove between her breasts, letting it come to rest there. With his hands he bunched the deliciously cool flesh of her mammaries around it tightly. Louise was speechless.
"Yes, my dear," he whispered in her ear. "This act, too, comes under the heading of frottage, at least as I define it. The friction is the thing, you see. I'm going to rub my red rod between your tits until I come. Watch and see!"
He began to move his cock back and forth through the yielding cleft between her breasts, slowly at first, then faster. As he did so, he rolled the creamy globes all around the surface of the hot, tube-like tool. The satiny-smooth texture of her boobs was sheer delight. A groan escaped his lips.
Bill's fingers sought the two pink, engorged nipples that seemed to stare out at him so impertinently. He pinched them and pulled on them, not too hard, using just the right amount of pressure needed to render her insensible with pleasure. He didn't need to look at her cunt to know that it was oozing pungent juices. Her eyes were closed, her breath rapid, her cheeks flushed. She was obviously aroused.
Bill laughed triumphantly. He was actually fucking her between the tits! This nubile young hussy would submit to anything under the sun. She was hot for it in a thousand different ways. He had somehow unlocked a passionate nature so powerful it strained credulity. Louise was ready to go twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Anything that could be done with a cock or a cunt was all right with her. The years of repression and timidity were finally over. She was making up for lost time in a big way.
He had begun to swing his pelvis back and forth in a pendulum-like rhythm. This motion was drawing his cock through the velvety crevice nice and easy. His fingers still clutching the swollen nipples, he pressed the sides of her boobs inward with his palms. He coordinated the squeezing, pushing, and thrusting in lustful sequence. The feel of the smooth milky flesh against his straining tool was driving him mad.
Bill decided it was time to vary the action. First he sat Louise up on the edge of the bed so that her mountainous boobs jutted freely in front of her. Then he took a position directly facing her and placed her arms around his waist. She got the hint and pulled his body forward, hooking one hand into the sweaty crack of his ass. Now it was easy to insert the iron-hard tool straight up between her hanging tits. The head of it peeped out from the top of the cleft. He was still rubbing each nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Now Bill jerked his hips up and down rapidly, forcing his prick through that heavenly divide for all he was worth. The sweat that had begun to trickle from her neck and shoulders created a delicious lubricating action that heightened his pleasure all the more. She was holding his body tight in her arms, gasping, digging her nails into his buttocks. Bill kept stroking upward between the firm, pliant globes, uttering a silent prayer. It was a prayer to Priapus, the ancient god of lust.
Still holding her tremendous tits tightly together, he rammed his prick through the narrow crack between them, picking up speed, conscious only of the tingling, titillating tickling in his taut and turgid tool. His knees were pressing into her crotch, rubbing wetly against the delicate inner lips and swollen clitoris. He panted like an animal, his heart and lungs strained to the breaking point with the sheer fury of his exertions. The friction was searing his cock, but like the battletested veteran it was, it refused to yield with a climax so near at hand.
Suddenly a scalding blast of sperm shot out of the rigid shaft and splattered onto Louise's neck. She gasped with surprise and recoiled, pulling her friction burned tits free of the straining organ. The second eruption struck her full in the face, and the impact nearly knocked her off the bed. Blinded and sobbing, she groped desperately for Bill's thrashing, spewing cock, trying to get it into her mouth before it inundated the entire room.
At last she succeeded. Holding the frenzied prick steady in both hands, she gulped down spurt after spurt of hot come. Her nose, eyelids, cheeks, chin, neck, and chest were dripping with it. But Louise didn't object. What did it matter that her head was one big spermy blob? For her this was heaven. The come sliding down her throat tasted like the nectar of the gods.
When she had sucked him dry, she fell back upon the bed contented. His prick had rubbed a red mark between her tits, and this she massaged gently. With his usual consideration Bill tossed her a towel so she could wipe her face. Louise considered allowing the gummy sperm to dry. She hated to get rid of so hard-won a prize. Besides, she'd heard it was good for the complexion.
But finally she thought better of the idea. After all with other guests in the house it might be just a bit unseemly.
She smiled as she removed the sticky stuff. At least I was able to drink my fill she thought. How lucky can a girl get?
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Where's breakfast?" asked Pete. "I'm so hungry I could eat the northbound end of a southbound skunk!"
"Here it is and eat hearty!" said Bill as he placed heaping platters of bacon eggs and home fries in front of his famished guests. "We've got a strenuous day of fucking ahead. We'll need plenty of strength!"
"Great!" said Sue. "But how are we going to choose partners? By lot?"
"Why bother? We'll just take turns."
"Sounds good to me" grinned Louise. "Will Enoch and Daisy be joining us?"
"I believe so" Bill said. "If I know that old curmudgeon he was up with the first light of dawn. The smell of this food will get him up here before too long. He has an appetite you won't believe! I'd better cook up some flapjacks."
"Let me give you a hand," said Sue. "I know an old family recipe."
This puzzled Bill. He had never known Sue to be the slightest bit interested in the culinary arts. She wasn't the domestic type. But with a shrug he motioned her over to the pantry which was around the corner from the cottage dining area.
When they were out of sight of Pete and Louise Sue threw her arms around Bill's neck and pressed her lips to his in a passionate open mouthed kiss. One of her hands slipped below the waistband of his trousers and began to fondle the cheeks of his ass. Bill was shocked to detect the stirrings of another hard on down in his crotch.
"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. "Sue, I enjoy fucking and sucking as much as you do. But let's finish breakfast first!"
"That's just what I intend to do" she cooed. "I said I'd give you a hand and that's exactly what I meant. A hand job that is! I've been waiting to get my fist around that gorgeous hunk of meat you carry!" Her hot breath on his neck excited him all the more. Boldly she began to tug at his belt.
Much as he relished libidinous exercise, Bill wasn't sure he was ready to be seduced on an empty stomach, even by this brazen little minx.
"Sue!" he whispered. "Cut it out! Can't this wait?"
"You still don't catch on do you?" she purred nibbling at one of his ear lobes. "I wasn't kidding about that recipe. Get out the eggs and the buckwheat flour and we'll make those flapjacks!"
Sue had managed to unhook his belt and unzip his fly and he felt a little silly standing there in the pantry with his reddening prick hanging out, but he did as he was told. He still couldn't figure out what her game was. Hastily he began to mix the ingredients in a large earthenware bowl. He knew his sister-in-law was sexually aroused. She couldn't take her eyes off his dangling prick.
After Bill had mixed the batter for a few minutes, Sue placed a hand on his arm. "Hold it right there," she said. "There's something we have to add before we can put them on the griddle!" And before the startled Bill could protest she seized his pendulous member and began to massage it vigorously.
"This will do wonders for the flavor and texture of those pancakes," she said grinning from ear to ear. "Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm going to make you come right into the batter!"
Bill couldn't believe it. He'd met some horny perverted broads before but this Sue was something else. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for kicks! But in spite of his shock and astonishment her pumping hand was having a definite effect. He had raised a mother of a hard on and the little bitch was jerking away at it with one hand while holding the mixing bowl ready in the other!
"What a magnificent prick you have," she murmured. "I've always admired it. It's every bit as nice as your brother's. I love to hold it in my hand. How does it feel, lover boy?"
Bill grunted a reply. He wasn't going to ask her to stop now. No way! He was wheezing and panting with excitement Sue was an expert at jerking a guy off and she knew it. She was giggling with the mischievous merriment that was her trademark.
"Ooh, baby," she chortled. "It's a hot one! I'd love to pop it into my mouth but I'm afraid if I did I just wouldn't be able to resist swallowing your warm creamy come. No, this morning we're going to share it with everyone!"
Bill leaned back against the counter in an attitude of total surrender thrusting his pelvis out before him. He still couldn't believe that she was actually serious about this bizarre scheme. But her clutching, tugging, grasping, stroking, pumping, pulling, jerking hand was driving him wild. However it ended this was going to be an experience he wouldn't soon forget.
The rock-hard column of flesh in her fist was turning purple but the frolicsome Sue just shook it more vigorously than ever. It was so hot she was afraid it would blister her palm but she didn't even consider relaxing her grip. Just the idea of what she was doing caused her pussy to quiver and moisten. She was confident that there would be plenty of hard hot cock to fill it before the day was over. She had another purpose in mind for the straining phallus she was manipulating so energetically.
At last Bill could stand it no longer. With a low groan of animal pleasure he came with a vengeance, his cock spewing great blobs of pungent, pasty-looking sperm. Her eyes agleam, Sue held the gushing organ right in front of the mixing bowl, and Bill gasped with horror and disbelief as each ejaculation rocketed straight into the mass of thick, sticky buckwheat batter. Sue kept pumping for all she was worth, determined not to waste a single drop. At last Bill's huge red hairy balls stopped twitching. They were completely drained.
Dropping the now-flaccid tool, Sue grabbed the wooden spoon bill had been using and started to stir the contents of the bowl laboriously.
"This batter will make us a batch of flapjacks no one will ever forget!" she chuckled. "Hope you enjoyed that little groin pull, Bill. Massaging that big cock of yours was loads of fun!"
"You've got an educated hand, and that's for sure," Bill wheezed. "That was masterful masturbation."
"Well, I've had plenty of practice. Oh, by the way, Bill, let's keep all this just our own little secret. We'll let Pete and Louise enjoy the pancakes without their knowing what ingredients went into them." Sue began to pour spoonfuls of the well-mixed batter onto Bill's preheated griddle.
Bill grinned. Well, why not? A good practical joke never hurt anyone. Leave it to Sue to liven things up! Zipping his trousers, he strolled back out to the table.
Just as he'd predicted, Enoch and his daughter had been drawn to the cottage by the delicious aroma of the country-style breakfast being prepared there. The mountain man was seated at the head-of the table, devouring huge quantities of food with his rugged, filthy hands. Bill knew that the rustic old fellow disdained eating utensils, and was not offended by his lack of genteel table manners. From time to time Enoch poured himself a cup of steaming black coffee and drained it with a prodigious gulp. His beard was matted with stray egg yolk and bacon grease.
"Aarrghh! By Jasper!" he bellowed between mouthfuls. "That there is hearty grub, Bill. Ye shore know how ter set yer table!"
"Thanks, Enoch. Hope you have room for some flapjacks."
"Hell, yes! Why, these things is jest what city folks call whore-derves, fer me!"
From a cupboard Bill produced a keg of rich New Hampshire Maple syrup. He noticed with amusement that Pete was stroking the downy pussy hair of the naked-as-usual Daisy while he ate. He was sporting a rigid erection. As far as Bill knew, no one had ever fucked the girl outside of her own father, and he hoped she wouldn't be disappointed with Pete's only average sized, though still formidable, equipment. After all, no one in this world had a pecker on him the like of the enormous salami that was Enoch's.
Sue strode in triumphantly with the first batch of flapjacks. She slipped Bill a wink and placed them on the table. They looked mouth-watering.
The guests attacked them with gusto, each outdoing the other with their lavish compliments for Sue's "old family recipe." Enoch polished off several dozen; and before long his already disgusting beard was saturated with errant maple syrup. Even Bill ate a stack of them. What the hell!
In all the excitement of this sumptuous breakfast banquet, neither Bill nor Sue remembered to inform the others of what had happened in the pantry!
After the monumental feast was over, the three couples strolled out onto the porch to enjoy the warmth of the late-morning October sunshine. It was a beautiful day, and the Autumn foliage seemed more vivid than ever.
"When we goin' after thet bear?" inquired Enoch.
"Might as well start now. What was it you were saying about baiting a trail for it?"
"Well, this is how I figured it Not too far from here there's an old apple orchard. Feller thet used ter own it died some years back, and it ain't been tended since. These days it's all overgrown, goin' back ter the forest, ye might say. Well, them apple trees still bear fruit, of course, even though it ain't up ter the quality it once was, and full o' worms besides. That bear we're lookin' fer, it comes down ter thet old orchard every so often, lookin' fer dropped apples. Them's good nourishment fer a hungry bear."
Pete nodded. He began to see what Enoch was getting at.
"Well, now," the mountain man continued. "Another thing a bear loves is honey. I got me a huge crock o' the stuff in my shack. Traded it this summer fer some pelts I collected. This is what we'll do; then. Get thet crock o' honey. Go over ter the orchard. Gather all them dropped apples and put 'em in a pile over at one end of it. Then we'll pour a mess o' thet honey over the pile.
"Bear sees thet, she'll think she's in heaven, by Jasper! Thet's a treat she'll never be able ter resist. And when it's gone, she'll be lookin' around fer more. So we'll leave her a trail o' honey-covered apples leadin' right ter this clearin'. Over yonder I'll leave us another pile o' apples, and while she's devourin' thet, Pete here can whip out thet special gun o' his and drill her where she stands!"
"It's a good plan," said Pete. He had to hand it to the old woodsman. It seemed foolproof.
"Well, I'll mosey on over ter thet orchard and make things ready. Jest get thet gun out and have it handy. When the bear shows up, we want ter lay her on her back as soon as possible. I ain't fixin' ter get in no scrap with the likes o' her, not if I can help it! When I get back, I'll set Daisy ter the task o' keepin' an eye out fer the bear. We'll know it as soon as the beast shows up."
"Okay, Enoch. Good luck."
The grizzled trapper strode purposefully away. All three of the women on the porch gazed after him wistfully. Each craved a taste of the massive weapon he carried between his thighs. With Enoch gone, their lustful eyes turned to Pete and Bill.
"How about coming into the cottage, fellas?" asked Louise playfully.
"Yeah," said Pete. "I've been aching for a hot bath."
"Hot bath, my ass!" exploded Sue. "You're not taking any goddamn bath! Are you blind, or what? Can't you see there are three hot-blooded female animals here, waiting to be serviced? I have a good mind to blow you right here on the porch!"
"Oh, yeah? Well, go ahead!" yelled Pete, whipping out his cock. It was already lengthening, hardening, rising tall in the clear, fresh morning air. Sue made a grab for it, but the lust-inflamed Louise shoved her aside and crouched down in front of it, opening her lubricious mouth wide to receive the meaty instrument.
"Hold it!" Bill shouted. "I've got a better idea!"
All eyes turned to him. Pete's prick was pulsating just inches away from Louise's luscious lips.
"Pete, I know a way you can have your hot bath and get your rocks off at the same time. And if I may say so, I've no doubt that this will prove to be the sexual experience of your life! I'm going to need you girls in on this, too. We're going to provide Pete with a memory he'll cherish to his dying day. Just trust me!"
They filed back into the cottage. Bill had had a huge bathtub of Vermont marble installed when the place was built, and they gathered around it.
"Fill it up, Pete. Adjust the water to the temperature you like. And Sue and Louise, I want you both to strip naked. Daisy is fine just the way she is. HI be back in just a minute!"
With mounting glee he darted back into his bedroom. The stage was set. Now to produce the star performer! There in the bureau drawer he found the glass jar containing that enormous, hairy fly he'd discovered wallowing in the savory folds of Louise's pussy. He covered the jar with a handkerchief and returned with it to the bathroom.
Pete was stretched out in the tub, enjoying the soothing, relaxing luxury of a hot bath. His eyes were feasting on the luscious nakedness of three stunning young women-wanton Sue, demure Louise, and innocent-looking Daisy. Three pairs of inviting, firm-nippled tits! Three enchanting, luxuriant, mouthwatering cunts! Acres and acres of smooth pink female flesh! This was truly a sight for sore eyes.
"Okay, girls," said Bill. " I want you to do everything in your power to give Pete here a hard on-the straightest, tallest, stiffest erection Pete has ever raised. That's your objective! If anyone can do it, you three can. But there's one stipulation. None of you will be permitted to touch Pete's penis. Do anything else you please, but Pete's cock is out of bounds. It must rise on its own, without any manual stimulation. Now then-on your mark! Get set! GO!"
The girls were almost beside themselves with sheer excitement. Bill knew the challenge would bring out the best in all three of them. He sat back to enjoy the spectacle.
"Jesus Christ!" mumbled Pete. I've never dreamed of hospitality like this."
"Just lie back and enjoy it," advised his grinning brother.
Sue had made a brief exit, and now she returned with a bottle of rum from Bill's bar. This she emptied into the steaming bath water, which was now almost up to Pete's chin. She turned off the tap. Louise was already beside Pete in the tub. Daisy was behind him, massaging his back and shoulders with practiced fingers.
Louise began to rub her voluptuous boobs against Pete's chest She had planted her tongue deep in his mouth, and her fingers were ardently caressing his ears. Her lips caught hold of his tongue and sucked on it The action was similar to the one she'd used on his cock the night before, a hot, wet, pulling and nibbling. She was moaning deep in her throat.
Pete knew he couldn't resist this calculated assault on his masculine tool. Who would want to? Already he could feel a tautening in his prick. His nuts were stirring with anticipation. The velvety tits of Louise were tracing an agonizing path across his heaving chest. Daisy's marvelous rubbing fingers were relieving him of all the muscular aches and tensions he'd accumulated over the past weeks, leaving every part of his mind free to concentrate on the myriad of libidinous sensations he was experiencing. He abandoned himself willingly to whatever pleasures these three young hussies might see fit to bestow upon him.
Satisfied that Pete had derived the maximum benefit from her ministrations, the playful Daisy pulled herself astride his shoulders, dangling her legs down over his chest. She pressed her open crotch against the back of his neck and began to rub it back and forth in a lewd rhythm. Louise moved to one side of Pete, allowing Daisy to caress his nipples with her soft little toes. Her tender young pussy was oozing pungent nectar, and it made a slight squishing sound as she ground it against him. Pete could feel the hard little bud of her clitoris nudging the back of his neck. And she had bent forward so that her Arm, pliant, adolescent tits were resting on top of his head! He realized she had arched her back, and was now actually masturbating herself against him as she sat on his shoulders.
The intrepid Sue, never one to sit idly by, now entered the tub. She crouched down in front of Pete, facing him, then slowly lowered herself backwards until her entire body was floating buoyantly on the surface of the water, face up. With one leg on either side of Pete's incredulous face, she hooked both ankles over the end of the bathtub and used this leverage to pull her ass forward, her torso still afloat. This action brought her wide-open cunt sailing audaciously right up into his face.
There it was, a full quarter pound of raw red meat, floating right before his astonished eyes. Sue wiggled it teasingly just under his nose. Pete shot out his tongue, intending to bury it between those plump saucy lips and savor the tangy, simmering juices of this bold pussy. But as he did so, Sue impishly jerked it back just out of his reach.
Observing Sue's little game, Daisy wrapped her hands around Pete's forehead thus preventing him from moving his head forward. Like a frog sifter a dragonfly, the frustrated Pete darted out his tongue as far as it would stretch, but it fell just a heartbreaking millimeter short. The cunt's aroma was thick in his nostrils, but taste it he could not. This insolent, infuriating young pussy squirmed and shimmied before him, mocking his futile efforts to plumb its tantalizing depths. This was torture-exquisite torture!
As if all this wasn't enough, Louise seemed determined to complicate matters even further. She was running her tongue in and out of one of Pete's ears while rubbing her magnificent mammaries maddeningly over his arm. She had seized his nearest hand and thrust it betwixt her legs, while a free hand of her own had reached under his to find his anus, and was now busily engaged in rubbing and fondling it Pete had his middle finger imbedded in her quivering young snatch, and was now probing its depths with enthusiasm. The striking young blonde was panting with ecstasy.
If there is a heaven, mused Pete, I must be in it now. A succulent cunt around my neck, a second one swimming in front of my face, and a third in my hand. Skillful fingers, loving mouths, and willing tits dancing all over my body. All this was enough to give a guy-a hard on!
Sure enough, Bill was now motioning for the girls to leave the tub. Their mission had been accomplished. Pete Campbell was now the proud owner of a magnificent, huge, throbbing, crimson, ramrod-stiff hard on, which was standing boldly out before him like a flagpole on parade grounds. All eyes were glued to it. It was awesome to behold. The taut head flared out from the rigid shaft like a ripe plum impaled on a broomstick. This scepter of male power and virility had rendered everyone in the room completely speechless.
Ominously Pete began to raise his body out of the tub. He had to have some relief!
"Wait a minute, Pete," said Bill, finally finding his tongue. "Stay right there in the tub! You are now going to receive what is known in lore and legend as a WALK JOB!"
With a flourish Bill held out the jar and cast aside the handkerchief that covered it. By doing so he revealed to his startled audience the fly, which looked more enormous than ever as it buzzed in anger and frustration, furiously beating its wings against the walls of its glass prison. The girls gasped. Pete, completely stunned, sank back into the tub. He didn't dare guess what was coming next.
With due ceremony Bill reached into the jar and lifted out the colossal insect. Then he proceeded to tear off its wings with great care and precision. The creature was now ready to be put to work.
"All right, Pete. Maneuver that throbbing hard-on so that just the head of it is sticking up above the water. That's it. Now, hold that position."
Bill approached the bathtub. Pete gazed up at him warily. He wasn't sure he wanted to go through with this.
"Relax," said Bill. "This will be a turn-on beyond your wildest dreams."
Without further ado he placed the wingless fly on the tip of Pete's turgid prick.
There was no escape for the fly. It was marooned. Without wings it could no longer rise in the air, and it couldn't flee on foot because its perch was surrounded by water. In its frustration it began to dash madly all around the fleshy island on which it was trapped, its six small spindly legs moving like crazy.
The very idea of such a loathsome creature dancing around on the head of his prick was enough to make Pete's hair stand on end. But this was reality! The sensations the fly's frenzied little feet were producing in the sensitive glans were unbearable!
This was it, all right, just as Bill had promised-pure distilled, refined, highly concentrated sex, more intense than he ever would have believed possible. With extreme effort he forced himself to remain seated in the tub. He was in this all the way now, and he was determined to see it through to the very end-come what may!
Howling and cursing, Pete gazed with horrified fascination at the repulsive insect as it raced around and around the smooth, bulging head of his cock, its minute appendages beating a hysterical tattoo over the tortured organ. Its incessant buzzing and vibrating made the sensations even more acute. It was exquisite, but almost unendurable! The fly was running amok over his prick, irritating and tickling the defenseless flesh without mercy. In a matter of seconds, every nerve ending in his prick was strained to the breaking point, crying out for sweet release.
That release was not long in coming. Pete emitted an agonized bellow, and suddenly his towering cock erupted violently, ejecting a scalding geyser of whitehot sperm. Furious spasms shook his inflamed genitals as spurt after spurt issued from him, blowing the unlucky fly to kingdom come, and splattering the entire room with hot, sticky joy juice. The helpless Pete had become a human Vesuvius, and the four dumbfounded spectators stood in awe of the wrath and fury of the monumental hard-on they had conspired to produce in him.
"Pete!" wailed Sue, visibly moved by the scene. "For God's sake, save some for me!"
She dived headlong into the bathtub, her hands groping desperately for Pete's tremendous phallus trying to steady so it could be maneuvered into her mouth. Pete was still coming like a madman. With a valiant effort Sue was able to clamp her lips around the churning prick and unashamedly she popped into her mouth the very object upon which that loathsome fly had trod just moments before. She was just in time to receive the last heroic spurts of steaming come, which she gulped down eagerly. She bent down and sucked on his meaty tool with total abandon, her ass thrust up into the air behind her. This afforded Bill a tantalizing rear view of her full, mossy cuntlips and tempting open asshole.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He stepped forward, yanked out his own limber prick, and shoved it right into Sue's trembling anus.
Still sucking furiously, Sue moaned with rapture and relaxed her sphincter in order to admit the entire length of Bill's iron-hard cock. She began to vibrate the inner walls of her rectum lewdly, causing them to squeeze, clutch, and caress the sensitive shaft.
The courageous Pete was finally spent. With an exhausted groan he drew his abused limp member out of Sue's greedy mouth and lifted himself out of the tub. Barely able to stand, he staggered out of the room, closely followed by the still horny Louise. Bill wondered what she was up to now but he was too busy with his own piece of ass to dwell on the question very long.
Still impaled on Bill's throbbing meat, Sue, with the assistance of Daisy, gingerly removed herself from the tub. Bill locked his hands around her naked waist and stretched out on the floor, pulling her down on top of him. He had chosen this supine position with a definite idea in mind.
"Daisy," he said quietly, "how would you like to come over here and sit on my face?"
Without a word the charming teenager walked over to him and planted a foot on either side of his head. Then she squatted down on her haunches, spreading her thighs wide as she did so. This movement brought her lovely young snatch right down under Bill's nose.
"That'll do fine!" he panted.
Sue was sitting upright, straddling Bill's pelvis. At no time had his steadfast tool been dislodged from her willing asshole. Now she was bouncing up and down on it with glee, faster and faster all the while rubbing her swollen clitoris with nimble fingers. Some of Pete's come still dripped from her face.
Bill peered into Daisy's open cunt. Its subtle coloring was reminiscent of the interior of a ripe summer strawberry. This enchanting pussy was made for eating, and Bill didn't hesitate an instant. He thrust his tongue right into it. With rapid lapping motions he darted it in and out of her savory vagina, while the smiling girl nuzzled her bud-like young clitoris against his nose. Bill liked her cunt with gusto. She was barely fifteen, and her youthful genitals were at their peak of flavor.
Her pussy was definitely getting hotter. Its heady, humid aroma was intoxicating. Bill lapped all the more vigorously, deliberately stimulating her carmine inner lips. This succulent cunt was as juicy as a fresh peach, and twice as tasty.
"Oh, that's so nice," Daisy murmured. "Don't stop! I want to come all over your face!"
Sue was still plunging up and down merrily over his straight-standing prick, having the time of her life. A long hot cock up her ass was just what the doctor ordered for this lustful young strumpet!
"Oh, Bill!" she groaned. "I'm coming! I can't help it! I want it! I'm coming!"
Just as she uttered these words, Bill reached his own climax. He came like a fountain squirting hot sperm straight up into Sue's entrails. She shrieked and shuddered, squeezing her asshole around the thick base of his prick, milking out every last drop. Sue didn't know the meaning of the word restraint Young Daisy was coming, too. Rivulets of tangy pussy juice were running down Bill's chin as she ground her crotch against his face wantonly. She was panting and shaking, brandishing her magnificent cunt like a young Amazon. Bill thought she might suffocate him. But he didn't really care. What a way to go!
Just as he was about to black out for lack of air, Daisy slumped backward, coming to a sitting position on his chest She was startled to find her back resting against that of Sue, who was still perched astride Bill's thighs, almost insensible after her own mighty orgasm. The exhausted Bill was pinned beneath them. No one moved for several minutes, the sound of deep, heavy, satisfied breathing was heard in the room.
Finally the two girls dismounted. Daisy's pubis and inner thighs were glistening with pussy secretions, while sperm dripped from Sue's well-stretched umber asshole. Both girls were flushed with that familiar post-coital glow.
Slowly Bill sat up, groggy with fatigue. This is unreal he thought. Three incredible orgasms for me, and it's barely noon!
"Wonder what's happened to Louise," he mumbled.
Sue rose shakily to her feet. "I'll go and find out."
Her rectum still burning, she stepped into Pete's bedroom. There a startling sight met her eyes.
Pete lay sprawled on the bed, his eyes starting blankly up at the ceiling. His hairy meat dangled limp over his groin. That unbelievable walk-job had left him utterly exhausted. He was obviously in no condition to satisfy the lust-crazed Louise.
So the lovely young blonde had decided to satisfy herself. She had unearthed the monstrous black dildo Sue had seen the night before. With her legs spread as wide as possible, she was cramming it right into her tender snatch!
How she managed to get it in there, Sue would never know. But it was up her, all right, and Louise was yanking it up and down through her slippery passage like there was no tomorrow.
"Hold on honey!" shouted Sue. "I'll give you a hand!" She bounded over to the bed and grasped hold of the end of the thick black dildo.
"You can let go now, Louise," she said. "It'll be easier to let me handle it."
Her hands now free, the grateful Louise began to fondle her own distended pink nipples, arching her back with rapture. Sue slid the wicked instrument in and out of the girl's gaping vagina. She couldn't resist bending over to lick the swollen little clitoris that jutted out so prominently. Each flick of her satiny tongue made Louise shiver with pleasure.
Louise humped and writhed over the gut-busting dildo like a woman possessed. Nothing so huge had ever penetrated her, and she wondered if she'd ever be the same after this experience. Her body was burning with a fever of carnal desire. The grinning Sue never stopped shoving the massive thing into her, and Louise felt as if she were being ravaged by a baseball bat. The enormous dildo was stimulating the slippery, elastic walls of her cunt like nothing she'd ever felt before and she lived it.
"Ram that black thing up into me!" she cried. "Hallelujah! I'm coming! I'm coming! COMING! COMING!"
She was screaming incoherently now, squirming violently on the bed and almost foaming at the mouth. She had crossed her legs and was squeezing her thighs around the gigantic dildo with all her strength. Her body was racked with convulsions of lust. Her breathing became labored. She turned purple. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head. This was truly a climax to remember.
Finally it was over. Slowly Louise relaxed and sprawled back over the bed, opening her thighs languidly. The slippery dildo slipped out of her vagina and clattered onto the floor. The room reeked of ripe cunt.
Into the cottage strode the larger-than-life figure of Enoch. He gaped incredulously at the tableau he discovered inside, emitting a gasp of disbelief.
"Tarnation!" he muttered. "Looks like everyone here is damn well spent! Never seed anything like it in all my born days. Well, might as well let 'em sleep. Ain't none of 'em good fer nothin' in the condition they're in. Reckon I'll jest set outside and keep watch fer thet bear."
* * *
Pete Campbell was roughly awakened two hours later A huge hairy paw was shaking him violently. Had the fierce black bear he'd been seeking invaded the cottage?
He opened his eyes, and expelled a sigh of relief. The paw belonged to Enoch.
"Pete," he was whispering. "She's come, jest like I said she would. Thet she-bear! She's gorgin' herself on honey-apples jest over yonder!"
The excited Pete dressed himself swiftly. He seized his special rifle, which had been modified to fire heavy duty darts. From a small carrying case he removed one of these darts. Its tip had been coated with a powerful drug. The gun would propel the dart at a velocity calculated to lodge it just beneath the hide of the bear. Once the drug had entered the aniiqal's bloodstream, unconsciousness would follow within seconds, and it was so concentrated that the beast would remain immobilized for about eighteen hours. The entire operation presented no danger to either man or beast, provided Pete did not miss. But he had no worries on that score. He was a crack shot.
"All right," he said. "I'm ready. Show me where the bear is."
"Come on. We'll approach her downwind."
Silently the two men slipped out of the cottage. The roughhewn mountain man led Pete around the west side of the building, and motioned to him that their quarry was in the clearing directly behind the cottage. Cautiously Pete peered around the corner.
Enoch hadn't been mistake. An enormous shaggy black bear was crouched down over a heap of apples, feeding on them noisily with a voracious, bestial enthusiasm. Its eating habits reminded Pete of Enoch's, but he didn't express this opinion aloud. Instead he took a moment to study the beast.
It was a fine, healthy specimen, female, as Enoch had surmised. Its head was lowered close to the ground, and with its powerful forepaws it was raking the tasty apples into its mouth. It crunched the fruit between wicked-looking yellow teeth. Gnats buzzed blithely about the great beast's head. Pete could see wide rolls of autumn fat girding its torso.
Sorry, old girl, he thought. Get ready for the shock of your life! When you wake up you'll be a hundred miles from here.
He stepped out into the open, raised his weapon, and fired.
The bear turned and looked over at him stupidly with its wild little eyes. Then it bared its teeth in a ferocious snarl, expelling the air in its lungs with a loud whuff! Pete could tell it was ready to charge. He felt a shiver of panic. Had he missed?
No, luck was with him. With a tremendous sense of relief he watched the bear keel over and collapse. His aim had been true. The dart had struck the beast high on the left shoulder.
"Good work, Enoch," he exclaimed. "The bear's completely out. Let's you and me haul it over to the truck. Once it's secured there, I'll drive it upcountry and turn it loose."
Enoch grunted. A peculiar gleam shone in his eyes.
CHAPTER NINE
In a matter of minutes everyone in the cottage was awake and assembled outside to view the shaggy beast. It had rolled onto its back when it fell, and was now the very picture of repose. Its huge forepaws were resting sedately on its chest. A sharp, animal odor rose from the slumbering carcass.
"Don't get too close," cautioned Pete.
"Why not?" asked Louise. Will it wake up?"
"I doubt it. But its hide is probably swarming with fleas!"
She shuddered. "You guys are actually going to handle that creature?"
"We have to. But you can bet we'll need to fumigate ourselves thoroughly when we're done."
"Hell, you fellers can do what ye want," rumbled Enoch. "But lice and fleas don't bother me none. I've lived with 'em all my life and I ain't any the worse fer it, by Jasper!"
Sue wrinkled her nose with distaste. "What a godawful-looking brute," she exclaimed. "I'm glad it's conked out. Look at that hairy muzzle! You mean to say that thing was running around outside here while we were asleep last night? Jesus Christ! Why did I ever leave the city?"
"Thet ain't no kind of attitude ter have," replied Enoch sharply. "We ought ter seek ter live in harmony with the wild creatures. Thet's been the guidin' principle o' my life. Mark my words, man ain't so far removed from the animals as he likes ter think. I know! Ter believe otherwise is a big mistake!"
Sue stalked off in a huff. She couldn't figure out what had gotten into Enoch. The usually genial mountain man had suddenly turned touchy and irritable.
He probably has a point, though, she mused. After all those years of living up here in the woods, he's closer to a wild animal than a human being. Centuries of civilization mean nothing to that rough old codger. It's scary sometimes to see the bestial glint in his eyes....
The disgruntled Sue could see that the three men were likely to be occupied with the bear for most of the afternoon. That meant no fucking for a few hours at least. For a lusty girl like Sue this was agony, but there was nothing she could do about it.
I could always put one of those dildoes to work, she thought. But the trouble with them is, they don't have any pulsating balls attached! A fuck isn't a fuck without a good squirt of hot, creamy come to top it off. No, it's a living prick I need, and I guess I'll just have to bide my time. Since it's so warm and sunny outside, I might as well do some sunbathing.
Sue decided to go down to the stream she'd noticed about a quarter mile west of the cottage. She'd spend a pleasant hour or so relaxing in the sun and planning the carnal delights of the coming evening.
The clear, ice-cold water of the mountain stream tumbled merrily through a small, rocky gorge. Sue found a level, sun-warmed patch of moss beside its banks and decided to make this her resting place. She began to strip off her clothes. There were few mosquitoes abroad in October, and, as always, Sue had chosen to do her sunbathing in the nude.
Casting aside her blouse, slacks, and panties, she sat down on the mossy bank. The feel of the cool moss pressing against the delicate petals of her cunt pleased her, and the warm rays of the sun on her skin had a soothing effect. She began to feel drowsy. She lay back and spread her legs wide in her favorite pose of relaxation. Here and there a brightly colored leaf floated to earth on the wings of the soft autumn breeze. Even the rather insensitive Sue was charmed by these idyllic surroundings. She sighed rapturously and lifted her knees, so that the sun could shine directly into her moist quivering cunt.
Maybe there is something to be said for this back-to-nature stuff, she thought, closing her eyes. It sure is peaceful out here.
In no time she was lost in a blissful reverie. Scenes from her girlhood flashed through her mind in vivid Technicolor. Those had been carefree days, all right! Sue had learned at an early age to appreciate the theme that now dominated her life-sex. Sex was her only interest, her only hobby. It had been her only trade to boot. Sex was on her mind every waking minute of the day. She was obsessed by it She had been sex-conscious as far back as she could remember, and those distant memories she now summoned entertained her as she lay naked in the bright October sun.
She recalled how in the second grade her mind would wander during the tedious lessons. She preferred to pass the time playing the girlish game of pussy petting. Her desk hid from the teacher the fact that her chubby little hand was crammed down into her panties, zestfully stroking plump pink genital lips. It made her feel so warm and tingly all over.
Sometimes she let the boys play with her pussy. It seemed to fascinate them so! She'd willingly lift up her skirt, pull down her panties, and spread her little legs wide before their astonished eyes. The boys she liked were allowed to rub the hairless little vulva, and occasionally even stick their fingers in! So what if those grubby little fingers were more at home handling garter snakes or slimy bullfrogs, and indeed may have been doing that very thing just before plunging into her dainty hole? It was so thrilling to feel a long, hard, warm object up inside her, especially if it were attached to a boy. Of course, she was to learn lots more about that later.
About that same time she discovered what makes boys different from girls. She took advantage of every opportunity to study the equipment a boy carries between his legs. It wasn't hard to persuade the boys in her class to let her have a look. After all, she'd returned the favor many times. A child's natural curiosity is a powerful thing.
She enjoyed handling their diminutive members. They felt so hot in her hand, and sometimes they even became stiff with excitement! She noted with interest the looks on the boys' faces when she tickled their little scrotums with her middle finger. Boys seemed to like the way she touched and fondled them. A definite talent was beginning to emerge in young Sue. She was a sexual prodigy.
Then one day the teacher caught her at recess with two of her sniggering, snofc-nosed little playmates. She was playing with their hard boyish pricks as they gazed at her bare, wide-open crotch.
"Sue!" shouted Miss McGillicuddy. "Pull up your panties this minute! And take your hands off Mitchell's and Gary's, er, er-" She groped for the proper wQrd. "-wee-wees!" she finally blurted.
Abashed, Sue did as she was told. She was dimly aware that she had been doing something that grownups considered "naughty." Her mother had often admonished her when she'd caught her petting her petite pussy in the bathtub.
"Good little girls don't play with the thing between their legs," she said. Mothers were so stupid! After that Sue always made sure there were no grown-ups around before indulging in any "thing"-related play. But now she had been caught in the act by Miss McGillicuddy, and her teacher seemed even more cross and disapproving than Mother had been.
"Mitchell and Gary, I have a good mind to send a note home to your parents!" she scolded the two boys. "If I catch you with your pants down one more time, HI do just that! Keep those puny little "things" of yours hidden away! Do you understand?"
"Aw, gee, Teach," snivelled Gary. "We was only playin'!"
"Well, go make some mud pies, or climb a tree, or set fire to a cat, or something! Anything but what you were doing! That was positively disgusting!"
The two lads slunk away, leaving Sue and Miss McGillicuddy alone in that corner of the schoolyard.
"You're a naughty girl, Sue," chided Miss McGillicuddy. "I haven't time to lecture you properly now, so I want you to stay after school today."
Sue nodded dumbly, hanging her head. The little girl was almost in tears.
The rest of the day seemed to pass at a snail's pace. Finally the last bell rang, and the grubby, howling students filed out of the battle-scarred classroom. Sue remained reluctantly behind. She was not eager to face the wrath of the weary, ill-tempered Miss McGillicuddy.
All grown-ups look the same to a second-grader, but Miss McGillicuddy was actually quite young as adults go. She had just graduated from a nearby all-female teachers' college the year before. In class she always seemed to favor the girls at the expense of the generally rowdier boys, whom she punished severely for the slightest infractions. She was usually nice to Sue, but the forlorn little waif expected a merciless tongue lashing this time. In fact, that was precisely what Miss McGillicuddy had in mind. But her idea of a tongue lashing differed markedly from Sue's.
"Now, Sue," she said primly as the frightened girl approached her desk. "Why were you letting those boys peek into your panties?"
Sue was silent She was bashful in the presence of grown-ups. Miss McGillicuddy adopted a softer, friendlier tone of voice.
"You can tell me," she coaxed. "I'm your teacher.
Now, what on earth possessed you to do such a thing?"
"Well, ma'am," Sue replied, "Mitchell and Gary told me they wanted to pet my pussy. None of the other girls would let them, you see."
"Pussy? Is that what you call it?"
"Yes, ma'am," said the wide-eyed moppet.
"Well, I'd be derelict in my duties as a teacher if I didn't inspect to see if those brats did any harm to your 'pussy,' Sue. I want you to sit up here on my desk, pull down your panties, and spread your legs as wide as you can."
Sue did exactly as she was told. She trusted Miss McGillicuddy. After all, she was her teacher! In a twinkling her delicate little snatch was bared and displayed in all its glory right in front of Miss McGillicuddy's face.
"Fine," said the teacher. She was staring bug-eyed at the little girl's crotch. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She cleared her throat noisily.
"Now, then," she continued. "Looks like no harm has been done. You said Mitchell and Gary wanted to pet your pussy. Do you like it when they do that?"
"Oh, yes!" Sue piped guiltlessly. "It feels so nice! I do it myself whenever I can. But it's even more fun to let the boys do it. That way I get to look at their little dingdongs, too. I like to have them rub my pussy. It gets so hot and tickly!"
"Indeed," Miss McGillicuddy swallowed. She seemed to be getting red in the face. "And tell me, young lady, have you ever allowed any of those young rascals toer, how shall I say it-to lick your pussy?" Sue's mouth dropped open in amazement. The thought had never occurred to her before! An awareness of a whole new range of possibilities began to creep into her childish mind.
"My goodness, Miss McGillicuddy," she stammered. "I haven't! Really! Do you think I should? Do you think I'd like it?"
"Child, you mustn't let those boys near you," replied Miss McGillicuddy in a hoarse, husky voice. "It's nasty to let boys slobber over you like that. But in answer to your other question, yes, I'm sure you would like it You seem like a sensitive girl, Sue, for all your tender years. Is that a tiny clitoris I see, peeping out of those delicate folds? Yes, I do believe it is! Now, Sue, listen to your teacher. You don't want any disgusting little boys with their chocolate-smeared mouths sucking around that lovely young pussy. Not on your life! Just lie back on the desk and let me take care of everything. Teacher knows best!"
Placing a sweaty hand on each of the waifs smooth white thighs, the depraved schoolmistress lowered her head right into the inviting open crotch and extended a thick, slavering tongue. This she plunged into the hairless slit without a moment's hesitation. Suddenly she was lapping away like an animal.
The innocent Sue wiggled her pelvis in time to the flickering movements of her teacher's torrid tongue. A smile spread over her childish features. Miss McGillicuddy was right! It did feel good! It felt wonderful! For the first time in her life she truly grasped the principle that the pussy is the place for a girl's pleasure. She'd always figured it had to exist for some purpose other than to pee out of, and now she knew the secret. Miss McGillicuddy's tongue was stimulating her in profound new ways. What a discovery! This was a teacher-pupil relationship the textbooks had never even hinted at.
How she treasured the intimacy of a bold female tongue probing her hot snatch! In later years she'd meet many, men who prided themselves on their muff diving elan, but no man alive can eat a pussy the way an inspired woman can. A woman naturally knows just what to do and how best to do it, with a precise sense of timing and sequence. All women are born with a talent for cunnilingus; men must learn the art as best they can.
Miss McGillicuddy ate her dainty girlish pussy with skill and enthusiasm that day in the deserted classroom years ago. It was Sue's first experience with cunnilingus, but it definitely wasn't her last. She started staying after school regularly, "to help Miss McGillicuddy," as she told her mother, who didn't object when Sue began to bring home straight-A report cards.
In fact, Sue continued to see Miss McGillicuddy after hours long after she left the second grade-right up through high school, actually. These "counseling" sessions became even more exciting after the devilish schoolmistress showed Sue how to eat her hairy, full-lipped cunt, teaching her the process step by step. After a while she became an expert.
Miss McGillicuddy, as Sue soon discovered, hated men and boys, and could only get off with another female. The word for her was lesbian, as she learned when she got older. But Sue found herself attracted as much as ever to the male of the species. She was open to any source of sexual pleasure. Therefore, unknown to her school-teaching lover, she continued to meet with boys on the side.
She was eleven when she first went beyond the boundaries of what grown-ups terms "heavy petting." Her partner on that occasion was a likely young lad named Mitchell, the same boy she'd been caught fondling in the schoolyard.
Mitchell's older sister was known to be "easy," and living in the same house with her had afforded the youth a knowledge of things sexual far beyond what one might expect of a boy of his years. The precocious Mitchell had run into Sue one Saturday at a junior high-school football game. Although Sue was only in the fifth grade, she liked to hang around the junior high-school boys, who were generally bolder and more adventurous than the kids her own age. Besides, most of them had sprouted curly hair around their cocks, and this added an exciting new dimension to the sex play that was Sue's favorite pastime.
Mitchell was just a fifth-grade kid like herself. But he knew plenty about sex, and he knew plenty about Sue. What happened next was inevitable.
"Hi, Sue," beamed Mitchell. His eyes roamed over her girlish chest, which was already beginning to sprout button-like little tits.
"Hi, Mitchell. What's up?"
"My pride. Ya want to feel it?"
Sue giggled and gazed down at the front of his jeans. Sure enough, a suspicious bulge was visible. Mitchell had a hard on!
I'd love to!" she squealed. Already her girlish cunt was moistening. "But I can't do it right here in the bleachers! Everyone will see! They'll tell our parents!"
"Relax. I got it all figured out," said Mitchell. "We'll sneak down under the bleachers. Nobody looks down there while the game's going on. We'll be able to do anything we want."
"Okay," she agreed. "I'll meet you down there in a few minutes."
In order to avoid suspicion, the two excited preteens took separate routes to the prescribed meeting place. The crowd roared above their heads-acned teenagers with nothing else to do, and parents come to cheer the gridiron feats of their sons. None of them knew that a far better show was about to begin right beneath their squirming asses.
"Okay, here we go!" said Mitchell. The place was filth with old tattered programs, newspapers, cigarette wrappers, pop bottle shards, beer cans, half-eaten hamburgers, and dog shit, but these unwholesome surroundings didn't dampen his youthful ardor a bit. He boldly pulled out his penis for Sue's inspection. It measured a good three and a half inches, not bad for an eleven-year-old, and was very limber. Sue was enraptured.
"Let me play with it!" she pleaded.
"Go ahead. Enjoy yourself!" he grinned.
Sue didn't have to be told twice. She took it in her hand and began to fondle it fondly. Her gentle stroking and pulling soon had the fresh young tool delightfully red and stiff.
"How'd you like to do something different for a changer Mitchell asked her.
"What do you mean?"
"Do what my sister does. I've seen her take a guy's peter into her mouth and suck it!"
"Oh, wow! Did she really? And you saw it?"
"Yeah. And the guy loved it! I been itching to try that with you, Sue. Honest!"
"I've never done that before. But it sounds like fun! So here goes!"
She knelt down in front of him, never taking her eyes from Mitchell's rigid, straight-standing organ. The cunning young satyr had planted his feet firmly on the ground about eighteen inches apart, and braced his legs. He placed his hands on top of Sue's head, guiding her face to his trembling meat. She smilingly opened her mouth wide, and swallowed all of it "Jesus!" he wheezed.
The feel of a throbbing prick in her mouth was a thrilling new sensation for Sue. She sucked in her cheeks until they gripped the shaft tightly, then began to bob her head up and down. This was a romantic occasion she would always remember-her first blow job. She could feet the thick veins in his cock pulsating against her lips. She sucked more voraciously.
Mitchell groaned. A few seconds of this was all the youngster could stand. With a cry he came burstingly into her mouth. He'd jerked himself off many a time, and had his share of wet dreams, but this was the first time he'd had the pleasure of sharing an ejaculation with an honest-to-goodness girl. He hoped she enjoyed it as much as he did.
He needn't have worried on that score. Sue gulped the come eagerly, pumping the base of his cock with her fingers in order to get every drop. She was in seventh heaven.
Finally she pulled her lips off his tool with a loud smack, and rose to her feet. Her eyes were sparkling. "Yummy! That was sperm, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, that's what they call it. How'd you know?"
"I read about it in a library book on human reproduction. I found a lot of interesting things in there, Mitchell. There's a whole chapter about how men and women fuck! Think we could try it? It sounds easy!" Mitchell did a quick double take. This Sue never ceased to amaze him. He'd seen guys fucking his sister, of course, but he figured it would be a few years before he'd be able to dip his wick into a girl's hot snatch. Now here he was, just moments away from the incontrovertible loss of his virginity!
"Anything you say, Sue," he stammered. "Pull down your panties!"
The wanton girl hoisted her skirt and slid her silken undergarments right off, tossing them away impatiently. Mitchell's mouth watered at the sight of her cunt. The lips had just barely begun to fill out in a womanly pout, and already a few downy hairs had appeared around it. His eyes bugged out as Sue lay back on the ground and spread her legs. Now everything was exposed-the inner lips, the little nubbin of a clitoris, and best of all, the entrance to her mysterious vagina!
The thought that it wouldn't be so mysterious very much longer caused Mitchell's cock to spring into battle readiness once more. If she wanted fucking, she was going to get it!
Having Mitchell shoot off in her mouth had inflamed Sue's lust unbearably. Her cunt was nice and juicy. This was fortunate, because Mitchell fell upon her and rammed his prick into her snatch without preamble. One thrust, and it was in to the hilt. Many boyish fingers had explored that slippery passageway before, but never a full-fledged cock. It didn't take long for Sue to realize that she'd never be satisfied with finger-fucking again.
Sue would go on to sample cocks of all colors and sizes during the next decade, but none ever thrilled her more than Mitchell's skinny preadolescent peter ramming into her girlish pussy that day beneath the bleachers. A girl's first fuck is something special. Even now she could feel it throbbing and pulsating as it pumped back and forth through her dripping vagina, firm and willowy, with all the suppleness of youth.
Mitchell knew nothing about technique, and cared less. He was simply whaling away in a frenzy, trying to get his little rocks off as fast as he could. He had a lot to learn about fucking. But Sue wasn't finicky. At this stage, youthful vigor was more important than finesse.
The adult Sue had recalled this incident many times in her idle moments. It had been the highlight of her childhood. Sometimes she longed to relive old times, just once, and sample again the feel of a very young boy's stiff penis imbedded in her snatch. Could she ever recapture the fun and adventure of bygone years?
She remembered Mitchell's hot breath in her ear as if it were yesterday.
"Jesus, what a hot cunt you've got," he panted. "It's so wet and slippery, too! You must really love to fuck!
If you'll look closely, now, you can see a red-breasted nuthatch up there in that tall pine!"
Red-breasted nuthatch? What the hell?
Abruptly Sue was jerked back into the world of the present. Something had intruded into her daydream. She glanced about her surroundings with total bafflement. Same bed of soft moss, same rocky gorge, tumbling waters, vivid foliage. What was going on? Then she heard it again-the unmistakable piping voice of a young male teenager!
"The trail leads this way," it was saying. "We'll fill our canteens in this brook."
From out of the woods on the opposite bank of the stream emerged seven or eight adolescent boys. All of them were carrying packs, and some toted canteens and binoculars. They seemed to be dressed in some sort of green uniform.
They were just as surprised to see her as she was to see them. The little bank stopped in its tracks. Astonished, confused, bewildered expressions came over the boys' faces. Mouths dropped open. Acned, peach-fuzzed cheeks flushed crimson. Eyes bulged from sockets. Slavering tongues hung out. Suddenly Sue realized she was still stark naked!
The boys seemed transfixed, rooted to the spot. Most of them had never seen a totally nude woman before, and the sight of the spread-legged Sue seemed almost too good to be true. It was like a mirage! Their eager eyes devoured every inch of her voluptuous naked body, from the high, firm, hard-nippled tits to the incredibly hairy, wide-open, quivering cunt, whose exposed inner petals actually seemed to be turning a rich magenta color as they gazed at it. No wonder the fronts of their trousers were beginning to bulge! There was no need to undress her with their eyes; she was already totally undressed!
Sue was the first to find her tongue. "Hi, there!" she said cheerily. "Who are you, boys? What brings you up to this neck of the woods?"
The boy who appeared to be their leader, a bespectacled, gangling youth of about fourteen, stepped forward. Droplets of nervous perspiration were running down his face.
"We-we didn't mean to be trespassing, ma'am," he stammered. "Honest! We'll go right back the way we came."
"Silly!" giggled Sue. "You're not trespassing! This is public land, as far as I know. It's part of the National Forest."
The tall boy looked relieved.
"I'm just out here to get a little sun," Sue chatted. "What's your name?"
"Rodney," replied the tall boy, who had taken off his steamed-up glasses, and was wiping them against his sleeve. "We're scouts," he squeaked. "We're on a nature hike this afternoon."
"Nature hike, huh?" grinned the wanton Sue. "Well, if you're looking for the wonders of nature, you've found one! So you boys just hike right on over here, and I'll show you something they don't tell you about in your handbook!"
"Er, well, I don't know," gasped Rodney. He was red in the face, and suddenly seemed to have trouble breathing. "It's getting late. Maybe we ought to return to camp."
"Nonsense!" she said firmly. "I thought scouts were supposed to be known for their sense of adventure! How about it, boys?"
She turned to address the group. "Want to stay here a while? It may not be as much fun as helping a little old lady across the street, but I guarantee you won't be sorry."
The brave little band gave forth a boisterous cheer. These lads knew exactly what they wanted! The reticent Rodney had been decisively overruled.
"That's the spirit!" cried Sue as the panting scouts waded across the stream. "Come over here and take off those heavy packs! You, too, Rodney! Isn't there some rule that says a scout is obedient? Well, I want you to set a good example for the rest."
"Yes, ma'am," said the abashed Rodney, doffing his pack and placing it on the ground beside Sue.
"Well, now," she said as she looked over the leering group of youngsters. "You kids look downright handsome in those uniforms. What's that little red patch on your shoulder stand for? Is that some kind of animal embroidered on it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Rodney answered solemnly. "That shows we're all members of the beaver patrol! I'm patrol leader."
Sue exploded with laughter. "Beaver Patrol, huh?" she guffawed. "Well, I know one real live beaver you scouts can adopt as your mascot. Quite friendly, too. How about it?"
"Well, sure," said the perplexed Rodney. "Where is it?"
"Right here, sonny!" she shouted, seizing the lad by his tousled hair and shoving his pimply face right into her crotch. "Meet the plumpest, friendliest, furriest beaver Mother Nature ever created!"
Rodney was whimpering silently. He had totally lost his composure.
"That's not a very friendly greeting for your new mascot," Sue scolded. "Give it a kiss! And make it a good one!"
With a moan Rodney pressed his lips to the oozing slit. Sue clapped her thighs around his reddening ears so he couldn't withdraw. Now resigned to his fate, and curious in spite of himself, Rodney began to part the moist pink petals of her pussy with his tongue. Sue squirmed with delight, and expelled a loud sigh when Rodney wrapped his lips around her throbbing clitoris.
She gazed up in triumph at the wide-eyed boys. Every one of them was sporting a stout hard-on. This was like the answer to a prayer. She'd been dreaming of a hot young prick, and now she was confronted with not one, but several.
Rodney began to lap upward with long, broad strokes. She shuddered and gasped.
"Is he hurting you, lady?" asked one of the younger boys.
"Hell, no! Don't you scouts know a good turn when you see one?"
"Gosh," replied the red-faced youngster. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm only a tenderfoot. Besides, I've never seen a naked lady before!"
"Nice pelt she's got on her," sniggered one of the bolder lads.
"And look at those big bazooms! With nice pink nips on 'em! Hot dog!"
The boys crowded closer. Whoever said a scout is clean in thought, word, and deed never envisioned this pack of lusty young bulls. But who could have foreseen a naked temptress like Sue?
"Okay, boys," she said in a business-like tone of voice. "Time for a little nature study. After Rodney has made my cunt nice and wet, I'm going to give each of you a chance to learn the most natural process I can think of. It's called fucking. Birds do it, and beasts do it. It's high time you boys learned to do it, too. It's a skill you'll find indispensable in life."
Rodney was flicking his tongue in and out of Sue's piquant vagina. Some animal instinct was driving him on. Sue couldn't keep her pelvis from wiggling madly with pleasure, but she struggled to keep her voice under control.
"Don't be afraid," she said. "There comes a time in a boy's life when he must stand tall and take his place in the world of men. Well, that time has arrived for all of you. It's fine, wholesome, upstanding boys like you that will keep this country strong. But you can't do it without knowing how to fuck a girl properly."
The scouts were listening with rapt attention.
"I'm sure you've all masturbated before. Come on, now, admit it! You needn't look so sheepish. Masturbation is healthy, normal activity for growing boys. Well, fucking's somewhat similar. Except you'll be coming in my hot pussy instead of your hand! Doesn't that sound nice?"
They nodded eagerly.
"All right, then. Rodney, dear, that will be enough, thank you. You've done a good job kissing that beaver. I know that scouts are supposed to be kind to animals, and you've set a good example for the rest of your patrol."
"Aw, gee, ma'am," he said bashfully. His face was dripping with pussy juice.
"I want all you boys to line up behind Rodney here. In order of rank, if you please. And take off your pants."
The youngsters did as they were told. The sight of all those stiff boyish members waving in the breeze warmed the cockles of Sue's heart. Some were surprisingly large. She felt a shiver of delight.
"I'm going to get down on all fours now, just like a dog. There! Now, you see my legs are spread apart. Rodney, I want you to kneel behind me, and stick your big red prick right between the hairy lips of my pussy. Insert it right up into the hole. It should slide in nice and easy. That's it! Now you're in the saddle! How does that feel?"
"Great!" he squealed. "It's so slippery, and warm, and it tickles, like."
"You boys watch what happens now. Rodney, I want you to pump your hips back and forth so that your nice long cock slides in and out of me. Not all the way out though. Do it with a rhythm. Oh, yeah! You're catching on! Move that thing, baby! You're a natural-born fucker!"
The proud lad was eager to please. He thrust his throbbing member in and out of her like a battering ram, faster and faster. On each stroke Sue slammed her buttocks back against him, grunting like a barnyard sow. The lubricious walls of her hot pussy slurped furiously over the iron-hard shaft of Rodney's prick as she whipped herself into a lustful frenzy. This was like a distant echo of that first fuck with Mitchell, so many years ago!
"Keep fucking!" she yelled. "Give it all you've got! Fuck my cunt! I love it!"
The rest of the boys trembled with anticipation, their shirttails hanging forlornly over their naked loins. They had never heard such language used by a grown-up lady. Maybe fucking wasn't as evil and nasty as their parents, teachers, and scoutmasters had led them to believe. Each would soon have his chance to find out.
Puffing hoarsely and red in the face, young Rodney finally succumbed to the carnal frenzy of Sue's writhing cunt. He came uncontrollably, spewing a shower of thin, milky boyish sperm up into the greedy snatch. Sue cried out and ground her face into the dirt. She was in ecstasy.
Finally Rodney's limp member popped out of the trembling Sue. She looked back at him and smiled.
"Okay, tiger," she said. "That was very good. Now, I want each of your scouts to do just like Rodney did, one by one. Just march right up here and do your duty!" The lust-inflamed boys did not shirk the task set so temptingly before them. Each lad knelt resolutely behind her and inserted a rod-like member into her snatch, just as he had been instructed. As each had his turn, Sue delivered a running monologue, bestowing advice and commentary freely.
"That' a nice, even stroke, Freddy. You're going to be popular with the girls, I can tell."
"No, no, not in the ass, Jimmy. We'll stick to pussy fucking for the first time around. Show me you've mastered that, and maybe then we'll graduate to sodomy!"
"What's your name, sonny? Jackie? Well; you've got a nice teeny one there, Jackie! What a cute little thing! So hard and straight. It's adorable! Don't let the other boys tease you about it. There are lots of girls around who prefer nice little cocks just like yours."
"That's it, Johnny! Throw a fuck into me! Harder! Don't be afraid! I won't break, you know."
"Way to go, Bobby. Your ought to get a merit badge for that!"
Finally Sue had serviced the entire patrol. Exhausted boys were sprawled all over the river bank, their limp pricks glistening wanly in the late afternoon sun. Sue rolled over on her back and sighed. That merry succession of smart little cocks had been a real joy. Her tired, happy cunt was full of sperm, and she felt well-satisfied.
"Well done, scouts," she said. "Well I guess I'll have to be getting back now. By the way, did you ever find that bird you were looking for? What was the name of it-the hairy-chested nut scratcher? Something like that."
"Red-breasted nuthatch," corrected Rodney, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "No, it flew away before we could study it. But we found something really neat over in the woods there. Some real bear tracks!"
"Bear tracks, huh? I think I know the bear they belong to! How would you like to get a look at it?"
"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" gulped one of the younger boys.
"Not at all," She explained to the excited youngsters how Pete had captured the bruin.
"I didn't hear the truck drive away, so they must still be up at the cottage," she said. "Why don't you boys come back there with me?"
"Gosh! Can we?"
"Sure! I'm sure my husband won't mind. I know you'd all like to see that bear close-up."
"Gee! Thanks!"
The scouts hastily dressed themselves and shouldered their packs. After putting on her own clothes, Sue began to lead them up the path to the cottage.
CHAPTER TEN
After the men finished securing the bear in the back of the truck, they gathered on the porch of the cottage for a belt of Wild Turkey. As Louise poured the drinks for them, she cast a covetous eye at Enoch's deerskin covered crotch.
"Daisy's been telling me all about that wonderful big cock of yours," she said impishly to the astonished woodsman. "Would you fuck me, Enoch? Right here on the porch? After the workout I had with that monster dildo, I need a really big man to fuck me. And you're the biggest man I've ever seen! Pretty please?"
Bill chuckled. He figured Enoch would jump at the chance to ram his rod into the lovely Louise. But the mountain man's reaction surprised him.
"I ain't in the mood ter fuck a woman," he said huffily. "Not you, nor Daisy neither. Ye can go back ter usin' thet false peter, fer all I care." And after uttering those unkind words, he stalked off.
"Well, I never!" exclaimed Louise. "He was downright rude! What's got into him?"
"I'm sure I don't know," Daisy said. "I ain't never seen him like this. Usually he's always ready to fuck." Bill was puzzled. "Enoch's been acting peculiar lately," he commented. "Why, I don't know. He seems less comfortable than ever in human society."
"Well, let's not worry about him now," said Pete. "We might as well drive that bear upcountry."
"Wait a minute," Bill said. "What's the rush? You said the bear'll be unconscious for eighteen hours. We have plenty of time to get it where it's going. Right now, I'm horny again. How about you?"
"Now that you mention it, my prick could use a little exercise, at that How about it, Daisy? Are you willing."
"Oh yes! Let's fuck!"
Bill grinned. "While Pete dips his wick into Daisy," he said to Louise, "I'll satisfy myself with you. I see you're wearing a dress. Fine! Now go into the cottage and put on a pair of Sue's silk panties."
"But Bill! You know I never wear undergarments!"
"Sure but this is different. I have a yen for frottage!" This magic word was enough to send Louise scurrying into' the cottage without delay. Meanwhile, Pete had removed his trousers, and was advancing toward the buff-naked Daisy, his prick standing rigidly to attention. The enraptured teenager sat herself on the low railing of the porch, and spread her thighs to reveal her comely cunt to its fullest advantage. With a lascivious leer, Pete inserted his tool into the inviting vagina and plunged it home. Daisy emitted a soft sigh, and wrapped her shapely legs around Pete's waist. He began to fuck her with relish.
Louise came skipping back out onto the porch. She was all smiles. Bill, too, had taken off his pants, and was waiting for her with his prick at the ready. He motioned her to the railing. The willing girl took a position facing it and leaned over slightly, her hands gripping it for support.
Drooling, Bill lifted her skirt. There before him was Louise's firm young ass, encased in a pair of tight-fitting white silk panties. Her legs were apart, and the outline of the broad, deep cleavage between her buttocks was clearly visible. Wisps of honey-colored pubic hair peeped out of the lining of the panties, close to her crotch. The shapely posterior wiggled ever so slightly. It was already anticipating the delicious contact with Bill's red-hot phallus.
"Do it!" she whispered. "I want frottage!"
That was enough for Bill. He stepped fearlessly forward and began, with long, firm strokes, to rub the head of his cock all over the silk-wrapped, toastywarm buns of Louise. The smooth soft cloth caressed his ultrasensitive penis with each rubbing, and he could feel the fleshy buttocks throbbing underneath. Bill knew her cute little anus was puckering excitedly somewhere close by, and he could smell the aroma of flowing cunt juices. Louise was getting as big a charge out of this as he was!
His prick was crimson now and hard as steel. He started pressing the underside of it against the delicately curved ass, moving it in a circular motion. Yes, frottage was still number one as far as he was concerned. He was feverishly excited. Rubbing even hinder, he guided his swollen sword to the ever-so-inviting cleft that seemed to beckon lewdly from beneath the semi-translucent fabric.
Ahh! 'twas magnificent! Furiously he thrust his instrument up and down through the damp crevice. Its hot, fleshy walls pressed in voluptuously against the straining organ. This produced a torrid friction that was almost too intense for him to bear.
"Oh, baby!" moaned Louise. "Put your prick inside me! Fuck me! In the cunt or in the ass, I don't care which. Your cock feels so nice and hard and hot against me! I want it up inside me! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!" If it was fucking she craved, then fucking it would be. Savagely Bill ripped the panties from her and tossed them into the yard. Now her hot naked ass was revealed in all its splendor, not to mention the downy, tantalizing lip of her tender cunt.
"My prick isn't as long or as thick as Enoch's," he growled, "but I know a way to make up for that!" He glanced around at his brother, who was still putting the wood to the yielding, panting Daisy.
"Hey Pete!" he barked. "Let's show Louise once and for all what real fucking is! Get your ass over here!" While Pete disentangled himself from the insensible Daisy, Bill lay back on the floor of the porch and pulled Louise down on top of him. His cock slid right into her simmering pussy. She squealed.
"Okay," said Bill. "So far, so good. Now, Pete, you get on top of her and fuck her in the ass! We'll both fuck her, simultaneously!"
"You can't mean it!" shrieked Louise. But already Pete was astride her. His glowing tool was well oiled with the pussy secretions of Daisy, and it sank into her glory hole like a knife sliding through butter.
Louise gasped and shuddered. She felt like she was going to burst Both orifices were now stuffed and stretched with hot meat. She had a cuntful of cock and a prick-plugged rectum at the same time! And there was no escape!
"All together, now," said Bill. "One, two, three-FUCK!"
At the same moment Bill and Pete began to wield their rigid tools with zestful fervor, back and forth, their movements perfectly coordinated. Louise knew she was being reamed like never before. And suddenly she realized that the most shocking thing about it was that she actually liked it. Liked it nothing! Why not admit it? She loved it! Not even the mighty Enoch could have serviced her the way these enthusiastic brothers were doing!
But even with all this excitement, she found herself unable to cry out. This was because the resourceful Daisy had seated herself right down next to Bill's head, and crammed Louise's face into her wide-open pussy. Was there no end to this madness?
Not wishing to deny Daisy the satisfaction she had missed out on when the callous Pete pulled his prick out of her, Louise lapped away furiously. The rank odor of steaming cunt assailed her nostrils. But the flavor was indescribably delicious.
Pete was pile-driving his cock into Louise's ass. The grunting, straining Bill, strong enough to bear the weight of the bucking couple above him, kept time skillfully with his own turgid prick. The twin assaults on Louise's abdomen had a burning, melting intensity. The helpless girl ground her face into Daisy's open crotch. She knew she had ascended to a higher plane of pleasure, a new dimension of delight. She hoped it would never end.
* * *
No one answered Sue's call when she approached the cottage from the rear. She didn't know it, but the fucking couples on the porch were simply too far gone to hear her.
"Everyone must be asleep," she told the eager scouts. "But I can see the truck down by the side of the road. They've got the bear in the back of it. We'll go right on down there and have a look at it." Sue led the boys down the hill like a mother hen. The lads were basking in the glow of their newfound manhood. That session with Sue down by the brook had done wonders for their adolescent self-confidence. They felt ready to tackle any challenge fate might cast their way.
As they neared the road, Sue heard an unbelievably savage, bestial growling and gnashing of teeth, coming from out of the parked pickup.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "The goddamn bear must be awake! It's struggling to get loose! But how can that be? Pete said the drug would keep it unconscious for eighteen hours. I can't understand it!"
She turned to the scouts. "Fellas," she said grimly. "We'd better go back up to the cottage, and get the men down here to investigate this."
Rodney stepped forward and held up his hand. "Let me do the investigating," he said valiantly. I'm not afraid of any old bear."
The scout gazed up at her expectantly.
"Okay," she nodded. "But just go near enough to see what's going on! No closer. Don't take any chances. And come right back! Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied forthrightly, and strode down toward the pickup truck. Sue and the rest of the scouts waited on the hill, moved by the courage of this resourceful lad, and fearful for his safety.
A few minutes later he returned, pale as death, and shaking like a leaf.
"What was it?" shouted Sue. "What did you see?"
"I-I d-d-don't know how to explain it," he stuttered. "I think you b-b-better go down there and have a look for yourself."
Her heart in her mouth, Sue led the ragged column of scouts down the road toward the truck. The snarling and bumping and bellowing was louder and more ferocious than ever now. Summoning every ounce of her courage, Sue tiptoed around to the back of the truck and peered in.
The sight that met her eyes nearly bowled her over. Pete had been right; the bear was still unconscious. It lay immobilized on its back, its great shaggy bulk completely filling the space in the back of the truck. It must have weighed a good four hundred pounds.
And on top of it was mounted a beast even more formidable-the enormous, rugged, hairy, stark naked body of Enoch, the trapper! And what was worse, Enoch had a hard on, a colossal mind-boggling instrument as thick and stiff as a two-by-four! And what was even worse, he was plunging this gigantic, crimson beam into the unholy vagina of the helpless bruin! He was raping the beast!
Speechless with wonder and awe, Sue gasped at the tremendous, craggy penis, which shined with the reeking sexual fluids of the bear. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. With each rise and fall of Enoch's powerful hips the prodigious prick was disappearing into the furry lower belly of the defenseless animal. Enoch's hairy, filth-encrusted ass was thrust up into the air in seeming mockery of all that refined and civilized.
What was it he'd said? "Man and bear can become one?" Sue realized with a shudder of horror that, to Enoch, this obscene spectacle was the ultimate expression of what he called "harmony with the wild creatures." There he was, heaving and panting, howling, bellowing, snarling, and growling unintelligibly, gnashing his teeth, frothing at the mouth, his eyes ablaze. If this was what he meant by "getting back to nature," Sue wanted no part of it.
Leaving the incredulous scouts behind, she raced back up to the cottage, seeking comfort and reassurance in the arms of Pete, her loving husband. But still another surprise awaited her on the porch. Sprawled out in every direction were the insensible figures of Pete, Bill, Daisy, and Louise. The latter appeared to be in the worst shape, for streams of streaming come were dripping from both her cunt and her bunghole. Daisy was laying on her back, her naked body flushed as with fever. Her cunt was raw. Bill had passed out
"Hey, Pete!" said Sue sharply. "Come over here and fuck me! I need a good fuck to help me forget something I just saw."
"But honey," Pete groaned. "Can't it wait? I just finished sodomizing Louise! I simply won't be able to get it up, not for a while!"
"You bastard! Some stud you are! I'm telling you, I need some service!"
"Tell you what. I'll eat you, okay? You can get off that way. I'm afraid it's the best I can do right now." he staggered to his feet and lurched toward her.
"Come on, spread your legs, honey," he pleaded. "Don't be angry with me! I'll make it as nice as I can." Still shaken up and angry, Sue sat back on the railing and spread her legs. Pete knelt down between her thighs and began to lick her pussy dutifully. But Sue still wasn't mollified.
"Some goddamn stud you are," she repeated contemptuously. "Do you know your first duty is to your lawfully wedded wife? You think you're so smart. Always so superior. Well, I put one over on you today, you son of a bitch."
"What do you mean?" he asked in a muffled voice. "Remember those pancakes you had for breakfast? You went on and on about how tasty they were? Well, I jerked Bill off into the batter beforehand! Those pancakes you ate were made with come of your own brother!"
This was too much for the beleaguered Pete. Sue had struck home, all right. He suddenly felt nauseous. This was too perverted and depraved for even his tastes. Yes, he was definitely beginning to feel sick to his stomach. How could she have done such a thing? It was disgusting! Pete tried to pull his face away, but he was too late. He vomited right into her open cunt.
