In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking-and often deviant-purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity.
WICKED WIFE is the story of one wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of other men and women. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Connie Harper finished brushing her long, silken auburn hair and stood admiring herself in the mirror. Not bad, she thought, for a thirty-two-year-old mother of two. Still no wrinkles, and no little bulges anywhere, like so many of her friends were beginning to pick up.
She had just stepped from a shower, toweled dry and had dabbed a little cologne in all the right places before brushing her hair. Her husband, Jim, was out of town for a week on a sales trip, but Connie liked to keep herself groomed just the same. It was a matter of personal pride.
"That's the secret," she told herself. "Take care of your body, and your body will take care of you."
Pausing for a moment more before the mirror, she turned slowly and looked over her nude body. Tits still big, round and firm, like a buxom teenage beauty queen, her figure tapered down to a slim, flat-tummied waist, then flared out into sensuously soft, curving thighs and long, perfectly formed legs.
"I was blessed with a body that turns men on," she told herself. "I have a responsibility to keep it in good shape."
Quickly she slipped into a pair of skimpy black bikinis and a low-cut, see-through bra that lifted her ample tits up and out with enough cleavage to make any normal man get hot under the collar-and under the belt as well.
Wrapping a filmy negligee around herself, Connie went down to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. She had to sit down and do some serious planning about the mountain retreat she and Jim had just bought. They planned to fix it up and rent it out to hunters and outdoor lovers by the week or month. Situated high in the Adirondacks, it was virtually inaccessible by land, but Connie had taken flying lessons and gotten her pilot's license two years ago, so she planned to take their clients to the camp by plane. With pontoons on the plane, she could land on the lake at the retreat to drop them off. It was a beautiful place, set among the tall pines, with no sounds except for the wind in the trees and the occasional sounds of wildlife in the woods surrounding the camp.
Just as she was sitting down at the kitchen table with her coffee, the doorbell rang. Who could that be? Connie thought, wrapping the negligee around her as she went to the door. Peaking out the window, she saw that it was Bill Bryant, a good friend and neighbor, who also was a carpenter. Jim had asked him to stop by when he had time to talk over the things that had to be done to get the camp in shape. Connie had forgotten all about the fact that he might show up while Jim was away.
But Bill and Pat Bryant were like part of the family. They'd all four been on camping trips together, and had spent many happy evenings together over dinner and at parties. She'd never been alone with Bill before, but she had no worries about it, so she went right to the door and greeted him.
"Hi, Bill, come on in," she said. "I'd forgotten you might stop by. Jim's out of town, but I was just sitting down to make some plans about the camp, so it's lucky you're here."
Bill smiled broadly as he stepped inside and caught sight of Connie's attire. "Yes, I'd say I'm lucky all right," he said. "I never saw you looking sexier than you are right now."
Connie blushed slightly and subconsciously pulled the negligee a little tighter around her. It was useless, however, in covering her luscious, soft body. "Oh, Bill, you're always teasing. Have a chair and I'll bring in some coffee. It's more comfortable in the living room."
Bill sat down on the big, soft sectional couch. He was already becoming uncomfortable, because his cock had begun to swell almost instantly when he stepped into the house. Connie came back with the coffee and put it on the low table in front of the sectional, then came around and sat down beside him on the couch.
"You know, I'm not so sure I'm going to be able to concentrate on discussing the work on your camp," Bill said. "You're a pretty exciting distraction, you know."
Connie laughed that low, sexy laugh of hers, and as she did so, the negligee fell slightly away from her knee, revealing a long, shapely leg tanned by long exposure to the sun. She was an athletic, vital woman, and Bill had longed to fuck her for as long as he could remember. But he'd never had a chance before, and never had wanted to make a play when Jim was around. Today was different, and it was apparent from the look in his eye that he wasn't going to waste any time.
Connie felt a strange tingling as she caught Bill looking at her legs. It was as though she were young and single again, and this handsome, rugged man was the boy next door. She'd always been true to Jim, but it had been a little over seven years that they'd been married, and-who knows-maybe it was that proverbial seven-year itch people always talk about. At any rate, she couldn't help wondering what she'd do if he made a move to try and fuck her.
"Oh, Bill, you've seen women in gowns before," Connie said. "It's not as though I was trying to seduce you."
"I've never seen anyone like you, Connie," he said. "You've got absolutely the most beautiful figure I've ever seen. And I have to admit I've had some pretty wild fantasies about you when the four of us have been together."
Connie's heart was pounding harder than she could remember it ever having pounded in years. She could feel herself getting hot all over, especially in that golden cuntal nest between her legs. The warm, thick juice was already beginning to flow, and she knew then that this was going to be a day she would remember for a long, long time.
"That's funny, I never realized you felt that way, Bill," she said. "But I have to admit, too, that I always thought you were the handsomest guy on the block. I've always loved those big muscles of yours and that gorgeous, wavy black hair."
Bill reached over and placed his hand on Connie's knee. It was just a light touch at first, playing little circles on the soft tanned flesh of her leg. "It's a shame we've wasted so much time," he told her. "But we can make up for it all today. I don't have any other calls to make, so we have plenty of time."
Connie was surprised by her own desire as she felt his hand slipping farther up her leg, and she willingly parted her thighs as he continued to explore her body. "Ohhhhh, Bill, we really shouldn't, you know," she said. "This isn't right!"
"If it feels right, it is right," he said, placing his lips on hers as his hand slipped up over her bikinis and massaged her crotch. He softly caressed her mound of cunt-hair through the bikinis as he parted his lips and gently eased his tongue into her eager, waiting mouth.
Suddenly Connie realized that this was something she had always secretly wanted. She gave way to the passions building within her and wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and pulled him to her. She opened her mouth and pulled his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it hard and giving him all he had been hoping for. "Bill, Bill, you make me so hot I don't know what to do," Connie said, pulling her lips away and running her tongue up his neck and around his ear.
"That's all right, sweetheart, I'll show you," he said. Carefully, he slipped the negligee from Connie's shoulder, and it fell away. As his tongue flicked quickly over her shoulders and down her upper arms, he reached around with one hand and unsnapped her bra.
Connie leaned back on the couch, her eyes closed, and drank in the rapture of the sexual abandon she was feeling at the moment. Goose pimples stood out on her smooth, tanned skin, and she thought she would come before he even had her undressed. "Take me, Bill, take me," she said. "I don't even understand what's happening to me, but all I want to do is make you happy today."
Bill cupped his mouth over one of her tits and ran his tongue around the nipple, which stood out firm and quivering like a luscious, pink gumdrop. It sent shivers of delight through Connie's body, and she arched her back to push her firm, round tit farther into his open mouth.
"Ohhhh, Bill, it feels so good! Suck it, sweetheart!" she cried.
As he sucked and licked and nibbled at her erect nipples, first one and then the other, Bill's other hand was busy exploring Connie's soft nest of curly auburn pussy-hair. Deftly he stroked her pretty little snatch, running his fingers through the downy mass, letting his fingers stray over and around and down to touch her upper legs and the smooth, flat tummy he had craved for so long. Each time his hand touched a new spot, Connie strained and twisted to enjoy it to the fullest.
When he had warmed her to the point where neither of them seemed able to wait any longer, Bill slipped his fingers under the top band of Connie's bikinis and pulled them slowly over her round, firm thighs and down her tapered, gently curving legs. She moaned and lay back on the couch, drinking in the warm glow of aroused passion that Bill had set off in her.
"Hurry, Bill, and get your clothes off, too," Connie half-whispered, half demanded. "I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before." Half out of his mind with desire, Bill rose quickly and pulled off his shirt, unzipped his pants and pulled off his shoes and socks, almost in a single motion. He stood for a moment over her, drinking in with his eyes the unbelievable beauty of this body he had dreamed of so much.
Connie felt his stare as though it were sending out heat waves to caress her. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. She wanted Bill to fuck her and lick her and put his cock so far up her cunt that she would feel like she was being impaled by a stallion. She couldn't wait for it, now that the moment was so near.
"Don't wait, my darling! Get your shorts off and give me that nice big cock of yours before I go crazy!" she cried.
Bill quickly slipped off his shorts, and his rockhard cock sprang up. It was pounding so hard, he could hear it ringing in his ears, and he slid down on Connie's feverishly quivering body, sliding his arms under her back and pulling her to him as he nestled between her legs.
"Ohhh, Bill, you feel so good!" Connie cried. "Your body is so beautiful. I want to hold you and fuck you and feel you riding me till I can't stand any more."
Bill deftly ran his tongue up and down Connie's neck and around her ear as his body pressed hard against her. She struggled to meet him, throwing her legs around his back. Without missing a stroke of his well-trained tongue, he gradually moved down on Connie's gorgeous body, moistening her with tingling little licks across her neck and down to her nipples once again, bringing her to the very edge of coming.
She was clawing at his back and begging him to fuck her, but Bill was taking his time, wanting to make the most of this first time with the woman of his dreams.
Slowly and surely his mouth moved down, his tongue darting to and fro across her smooth tummy, which was now glistening with a light brushing of her perspiration as she panted and moaned and strained to push her body against him. His tongue reached her navel and he shoved it in and out of that little hairless cunt.
Connie sensed what he was doing and let out a groan that told him he'd have to move sooner than he expected, or she'd come before he was even inside her beautiful wet pussy. "Ohhh, Bill, you're driving me up a wall," Connie pleaded. "I want your cock. Please, give me your cock. I want you to give me a good, hard fucking right now!"
Slipping off the couch, Bill slid Connie's ass to the edge of the armless sofa and crouched over her. His arms beneath her ass, he lifted her legs up to rest on his shoulders, and with the skill of a finely trained swordsman, he placed the head of his violently throbbing cock on the drooling wet lips of her cunt.
Connie could feel the thump, thump, thump of his hard-on, and she knew she was about to get the fucking of her life. She'd never felt a larger, harder, more excited cock in her life. She couldn't wait to feel it sliding inside her. Her heart pounded so hard that she thought her temples would burst. She couldn't think of anything but that big, beautiful pecker between Bill's legs as it loomed above her, ready to strike home in her wide-open welcoming pussy.
In one easy, gliding motion of his hips, Bill drove his pulsating cock into her glorious, slippery cunt, pushing it as hard as he could right up to the hilt against her beautiful crotch.
"AAAAIIIEEEE!" Connie screamed. "It's filling me right up, Bill. Ohhh, Bill you've got the biggest cock I've ever fucked. It's beautiful. Ohhh, I love it. Fuck me, darling. Fuck me. Give me everything. Fuck me hard. Ohhhhh, fuck me, Bill!"
Bill lunged and pumped his big hard prick into Connie's red-hot cunt over and over, slipping and sliding on the flowing warm juices that welled up from inside her smooth pink cuntlips. It was ecstasy for both of them as they writhed and twisted and squirmed, straining to give each other every ounce of loving and good hard fucking that they had to offer.
Connie thought her cunt would split in two as Bill drove his nine-inch cock farther into her slit. She could feel his huge, swinging balls slapping up against her ass as he drove into her.
Crouching almost dog-fashion on the floor as Connie's ass hung just at the edge of the couch, Bill could get farther into her than in almost any other position. That's why he had chosen to fuck her this way first, because he knew he'd give her a banging like none she'd ever had before.
"My God, Bill, you're so far inside me I can't believe it!" Connie gasped, half-crying, half swooning with passion. "I've never dreamed anything could feel so good. Keep pumping me, darling, I want to feel it all. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck! Ohh, it's good!"
Bill continued to crouch over Connie's glistening hot body, pumping her cunt full of good, hard cock as he slid his hands out from under her and began to caress her tits.
Immediately her nipples hardened and stood out straight as an arrow, almost like little cocks of her own. Tingles of hot passion rippled through her, and she cried out for more as his fingers danced across her tit-mounds. She thought she could not stand it another minute as he pumped her full of cock that felt like hot steel and his hands caressed her with sexual abandon.
As his hands crept below her tits, now heated to the breaking point, and then brushed across her thighs, Connie could feel all the pent-up desire from years of mediocre sex with Jim building up inside her. She knew that at any minute she was going to explode with a furious come that was like nothing else she'd ever experienced.
This man, this Bill, is what I've needed and didn't even know, she thought. Ohh, he drives me out of my mind! That cock! It's so big! And that way he fucks me and fucks me! He's so far in! He's filling me up! He's packing me full of beautiful hard meat! Ohhh, I can't take it any more!
"I'm coming, Bill, darling! I'm coming! Fuck me!" she screamed, twisting and wrapping her legs around Bill's back in a grip as tight as a vise.
At almost the precisely the same time, Bill could feel that delicious quivering start to take over deep within his balls and he drove his hard cock faster and faster in and out of Connie's sopping wet cunt.
"Ohhh, here it is, sweetheart, take me!" Connie shouted, her whole body wracked with exquisite passion as she felt him explode deep inside her. Bill pumped and stroked harder and harder as he sent a gusher of hot, sticky white come shooting into the wide-open cunt that enveloped him.
"My God, Bill, you're drowning me with come, sweetheart," Connie gasped. "You must have shot a pint of that beautiful stuff. My cunt is absolutely swimming in it. Don't stop, darling, keep filling me up!" , Connie wrapped her legs tighter around Bill's big-muscled back and squeezed him into her gaping cunt even deeper. Far inside her pussy, she squeezed her cunt-muscles, then released, then squeezed again. On and off. On and off. It was like a gentle fist inside her, grasping Bill's huge cock and massaging it with loving tenderness as the two of them lay there basking in the glow of a tremendously satisfying fuck.
This is like sliding down the other side of the mountain on a river of sweet come, Connie thought as she relaxed from the hard-driving fucking she'd just received. This is like nothing Jim could ever give me. Bill's got a much bigger cock, for one thing, but even more important, he really knows what to do with it.
Gently, she continued to rock Bill, his big dick still riding slowly inside her as he kissed her neck, her cheeks, her eyes, and brushed the strands of hair that lay across her forehead. And through it all, Connie continued to slowly work her cuntmuscles on Bill's cock.
"I don't know where you learned that fabulous squeezing technique inside your pussy," Bill said. "But if you keep it up much longer, you're going to have me ramming it home again."
Connie could feel Bill's prick stiffening once again as he spoke, and his body tensed as he lifted himself from her and began to shove his cock into her with longer, harder strokes.
Suddenly, she sensed that this man was a man of iron when it came to fucking. Never in their seven-year marriage had Jim been able to get it up more than once in any fuck session. He'd give her one good shot, then roll over and go to sleep. Now here was Bill ready to go again after barely coming down from the fantastically frantic and hard fucking he'd just given her.
She couldn't believe her good fortune. Bill had opened up a whole new world of sexual excitement and fulfillment for her, and she was going to make sure she took all he had to offer.
CHAPTER TWO
As long as she had something this good on her hands, Connie thought, why not go all the way and try something she'd always wanted to do, but never dared to ask Jim for?
"Wait, Bill, let's try something different," she said. "I want to give you a present. You lie on your back with that big, hard cock of yours sticking straight up at me, and I'll suck it for you until you can't stand any more."
"That sounds good to me, Connie," he said, and he slowly eased back and allowed all nine inches of stiff red cockmeat to glide gently from her drenched pussy lips. As the smooth round head of his cock slipped out of her, the lips smacked softly behind it and he trailed a glob of jism that Connie eyed approvingly.
Switching positions quickly, Connie dropped to her knees on the floor as Bill stretched out full-length on the couch. His cock stood up like a flagpole, pointing at the ceiling as though waiting for someone to run up Old Glory any minute. Connie quickly lowered her head and began licking the fuck-juices from it. Beginning at the base, she gave him long, loving tongue strokes, just as a cat would use in washing its fur.
"Ooooo, that feels great, honey," he said. "Keep it up. I love to feel your warm tongue all over my cock."
Connie felt the excitement building fast within her, spreading throughout her body as she licked and massaged and sucked Bill's big prick. It was something she had fantasized for a long, long time, and now it was finally happening. And instead of Jim's smaller-though sturdy-prick, here she was giving head to a real stud. Bill's cock was so big and throbbed so hard that Connie thought she would pass out from the thrill it was giving her.
Up and down the vein-bulged shaft she licked. Her tongue darted back and forth, up over the smooth, purplish head and back down the other side, then down to the curly mass of hair that surrounded Bill's huge prick. With little darting licks, she circled around the base and into that beautiful hair, then underneath his balls.
Around and around his balls her tongue licked and flicked, then gave long, silken caresses. She could feel his balls tighten as he warm tongue worked its magic. Then she grasped his sac and held it up so the skin was pulled tight around the oversized balls inside. Puckering her wet lips, she sucked on one of them and pulled it into her mouth, where she ran it around, holding it there as she licked it and let her saliva run all over it.
The heat of Connie's mouth on his balls was so great that Bill felt as though he would come at any minute. He had to fight to hold off, because he wanted to savor this glorious treatment she was giving him for as long as possible.
"Connie, Connie, your mouth is absolutely fantastic!" Bill said. "How did you ever learn to suck cock so well?"
Strangely enough, Connie was even surprising herself. For someone who had never had a cock in her mouth before, it seemed to be second-nature to her. She'd watched a skin-flick once in which the girl had given head for almost the whole shot, and apparently it was enough to give Connie all the experience she needed. Ever since then, she had dreamed about the day she would be able to do it. She'd practiced it in her mind, trying all sorts of things that would turn a man on. Now, all that daydreaming was paying off.
"I don't know," Connie said. "I've never done it before, but the idea has made me hot for years. I guess I'm just a born cocksucker. I was always too shy to ask Jim to try it."
"I'm glad you didn't," Bill said. "I like the idea of breaking your blow-job cherry."
Connie leaned over Bill and took his whole nine inches in her mouth, right down to the curly hair, and began face-fucking herself as though there was no tomorrow. Up and down her head went in a furious attempt to get Bill's nuts off. She wanted to suck out every last drop of jism that he had to offer. She could feel the luster building within her own body to what was going to be an orgasm like she'd never known.
Around and around she twisted her head as she bounced up and down with her lips on Bill's pounding prick. The flesh of his rigid cock was smooth and hard, with every purple vein sticking out in all its glory. Connie knew she was close to bringing him off in a crescendo of come that would fill her mouth to overflowing.
She could feel the juices flowing in her bushy, wet-lipped cunt as her head worked its magic. The excitement she felt as she sucked and licked Bill's big, beautiful cock set off a trembling in her cunt that promised to explode at any minute. Grasping Bill's pulsating cock in one hand, she slid her other one down her legs to feel the warm, sticky hair of her pussy. Never losing a single thrust of her head on his hard cock, she parted her curly, matted hair and slid a finger along her moist cuntlips. It was like an electric shock that gripped her loins, and it spurred her on to even more frenzied sucking.
Rubbing her cuntlips just made her more excited, and she knew she needed more. She ran her finger up the dripping lips to her clit and rubbed in a circular motion that pretty little nubbin of flesh, touching off exquisite waves of pleasure that coursed through her cunt, down her legs and throughout her groin. It was a marvelous, exquisite kind of sexual pleasure she'd never known before.
Round and round her head went in a dizzying whirl, up and down on Bill's throbbing cock as the tension mounted in her body. Faster and faster went the finger of her other hand as she felt herself drawing close to an all-consuming orgasm. She could feel the cuntjuices running down her finger as she fucked herself, and at the same time could sense that Bill was closing in on an explosion that would rock her and would empty his balls of a load of come that he had been saving for her. She wanted both, and she vowed to have them.
"Ohhhhh, Connie, darling, you're almost there!" Bill cried. "I'm almost ready to shoot a load right down your throat." His body stiffened, and he stretched and strained on the couch under the fast and furious sucking he was getting from the eager and wet-lipped mouth of his hot-assed neighbor.
Connie didn't want to break the spell by answering him, thereby being forced to take her lips from Bill's big beautiful cock. She kept up her frenzied pace, and moaned a long and loving, "Mmmmmm!" as her lips slid up and down his rock-hard prick.
"I can't hold it much longer, darling," Bill groaned. "It's delicious. Your lips are so wet and so hot. I'm going to fill you up in a second."
And with that, he let go with a shot of hot jism that felt like a volcano going off inside her mouth. As the white cream touched her tongue, Connie felt as though she were being drowned in a sea of sexual ecstasy, and she felt the tremors begin deep within her wet and red-hot pussy. With one last plunge of her finger, she reached the heights as well, and down came a torrent of cuntjuice as her body shuddered and she felt the pain-pleasure sensations of a most incredible come.
Bill was still shooting come into her mouth as she got off, and it was like no other experience Connie had ever known. She continued to work her wide-open mouth up and down Bill's cock as his spasms continued, dribbling a stream of come that was warm, wonderful, thick and white. "It tastes a little like almond," she thought. "I like almond. And I LOVE come!"
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful!" Bill cried. "Don't take your mouth away, sweetheart. Just keep sucking me and sucking me. I love to feel your warm lips gliding up and down on me. If you just stay there a minute, you'll get me hard again and I'll give you something else you'll love."
Connie never stopped the rhythm that had brought both of them so much pleasure. Her well worked cocksucking mouth was now full to overflowing with the cock juices Bill had shot into it, and rivers of white were dribbling out of the corners onto his legs.
She had never known such heavenly delights, and she was not about to take her tongue and her hot lips off this prick that was making her so happy. Even if Bill hadn't asked her to keep sucking him, she would have anyway. She'd found the happiness she'd always dreamed about with a big, hard cock in her mouth and about a pint of hot come squishing around under her tongue, filling her cheeks and sliding down her throat.
Despite the fact that she had always felt too ashamed to ask Jim to let her suck him, it seemed perfectly natural to be giving Bill a first-class blowjob. She'd always been somewhat inhibited about sex before, but now that she'd had a taste of fucking and sucking with a real stud, she couldn't get enough of it. She wanted to feel his hard prick inside her, whether it was her wet cunt or her eager mouth-or any place else Bill might want to put it.
I want it all, Connie thought. And I'm going to get it!
As Connie slowly sucked and licked Bill's half-hard dick, he reached around behind her and slid his finger into her cunt. Even though it was dripping wet with her thick, rich fuckjuice, the movement took her by surprise and she jumped with delight. Instinctively, she began to move her ass around and up and down, allowing his finger to glide deeply into her welcoming snatch.
"I've never seen such a wet pussy before," Bill said. "You sure do get hot when you're sucking."
"I've... never... had... anything so... good," Connie panted. "I guess when you... give a pussy like mine... a good time... it's bound to... let go of all the come... its been holding... back."
Bill worked his finger around and around the lips of that sweet hole, covering it with Connie's juice. In and out he pushed it, savoring all the warmth within her. Up and down her cuntlips his finger went, up to her clit and back down, up and down, until she began to crawl again with the delight she had known only moments before.
"Better be careful, darling, you're getting me hot all over again," Connie said.
"That's what I'm planning on," Bill replied. "Remember, I have all day. I'm going to show you a lot more before we're finished. We've only begun."
Connie could feel the flush of excitement rush through her body from the fingerfucking she was getting. Her cheeks were on fire, and the pounding in her temples almost equaled the throb that swept through her dripping cunt.
"I'm going to get you so hot again that you'll be begging me for it," Bill said with a smile. "Then I'm going to give you something else you've probably never had before."
Connie was curious about what Bill had in mind, but she didn't really care what it was. She was lost in a sea of mounting delight as she rode Bill's fast-moving finger and continued to suck his now-rising cock. She loved to feel the pulsations in his big prick as it grew inside her mouth. It gave her a sense of power to know that she could make it get harder and harder with the smooth, soft, warm strokes of her mouth. Suddenly Bill removed his finger from her cunt and slid it down a few inches to the puckered little hole between her asscheeks. His finger was all slimy and wet from her drooling twat, and Bill expertly deposited her fuckjuices around her asshole as he delicately played with the tender flesh of her tightly puckered shit-chute.
Round and round went his finger, tickling the entrance to the hole, until she squirmed and strained under the new sensations. Then he hesitated over the hole for a moment and began to spread it open with his dripping finger, pushing it into the sweet virgin opening.
Since Connie had never had anything shoved into her ass before, the muscles around that opening were strong and unyielding.
"My God, baby, you're as tight as a clam!" Bill said. "We'll have to do something about that."
Then it dawned on her what Bill had in mind. Since she was cherry in the ass, she suddenly felt scared that Bill intended to fuck her there. It was something like the first time she'd ever been fucked and, even though she really wanted it, she was frightened that it would hurt and that she might bleed and make a mess.
"Oh, Bill, don't fuck me in the ass, please!" she cried. "I've never had anything up there before. I'm afraid it will tear me apart. You've got such a big cock!"
"Don't worry, darling, I'll make it nice and wet, and I'll ass-fuck you with my finger first so you're good and ready for my cock," he said.
Still, Connie was apprehensive. All kinds of things ran through her mind as Bill continued to run his wet finger around her bumhole.
What if I get ripped apart with his cock? she thought. I don't want to make a mess with blood all over the couch. And what... ohhhh, I don't want to even think about it... what if I get excited and shit all over him? Her mind raced, and she was downright scared for the first time since she'd first felt his hard cock inside her.
She wanted to please Bill, but she was shaking as she thought about what was in store for her. Still, he was gentle and seemed to know what he was doing. She determined to go ahead with it, come what may, if it would bring him pleasure. After all, he had already made her happier than she'd ever been before.
"I hate to do it, sweetheart, because your mouth feels so good on my cock, but let me up now," Bill said. "You bend over the couch and stick that pretty ass of yours up in the air."
Bill got up and went around behind Connie as she did as she was told. She was shaking as she kneeled on the floor and bent over the couch, her beautiful big tits pressing against the soft fabric and spilling out on either side of her.
He got down behind Connie on the floor and began to run his tongue all over her smooth, round asscheeks as he held her tanned thighs and squeezed the firm, quivering flesh. Her long, beautifully tapered legs shivered with delight as his wet tongue explored her calves and right down to her knees, then back up the inside of her leg to that gorgeous spot where her ass and her cunt met.
She'd never known anything like this before, and she could feel her whole body responding to the strange and marvelous sensations. Back and forth went Bill's tongue, wetter and wetter as it softly massaged Connie's legs, her thighs, her cheeks and that pink, puckered shithole that was the real object of his attention.
Connie began to feel the moistness in her asshole as Bill deposited his saliva and the juices from her cunt ran down to meet it. She was getting wetter and wetter as he roamed with his tongue back there, and he began to run his fingers up and down the insides of her legs as he licked and tongued her up and down and all around.
Bill's hand finally came up to meet his tongue as he repeatedly ran it around and around her tight little ass-opening. His tongue was pointed out straight and stiff, dripping saliva and flicking the puckered spot that was to be his next target. Gently he moistened it until it was nearly as wet as the lips of Connie's glistening cunt. Then, with his tongue as stiff as he could make it, he spread apart the rosebud with his fingers and inserted his tongue as far as it could go inside her ass. Her ass-muscles were clenched, and his tongue went in only about half an inch, but it was a beginning and Bill pushed it back and forth as he hastened to moisten up her shit chute.
"Ohhhh, Bill, I can feel it all the way to the top of my head!" Connie screamed. "Keep licking. Lick it hard, baby. Lick it!"
Spurred on by her ecstasy, and the rapidly gyrating movements of her hips, Bill slopped his tongue in and out of her ass, making it as wet as he possibly could. He'd been this route before, and he knew that even though Connie might be thrilled by the feel of his wet tongue in her ass, her tight asshole would not react the same way when his big hard cock started to push its way to her bowels.
Without any warning, Bill slipped his tongue out of her ass and plunged his finger into Connie's cunt once more. He ran it around and around her bum entrance, mixing the cuntjuice with his spit, then suddenly rammed his finger into her asshole.
Connie lurched forward as she felt the hot, searing pain of his finger in her tightly packed bummer. "Ohhhhh, Bill, don't do it!" she cried. "It hurts, Bill. Take your finger out of me, please!"
But for the first time, Bill paid no attention to her. He worked his finger around and around, back and forth as quickly as possible, in an effort to slicken up her shit-chute and get it ready for his cock. With an ass-virgin like Connie, he knew that sometimes it took quite awhile before he could get her loosened up. Once he did, he knew that Connie would love ass-fucking as much as straight fucking but it would take some work on his part.
So he kept pushing and fingerfucking her asshole as fast as he could, even though she was squirming and protesting. He held her down with one arm across the small of her back, and locked her legs by placing a knee across them, but it was all he could do to keep his finger pumping in and out of that sweet, round asshole in front of his face.
"Oh, Bill, I thought you were my lover!" Connie cried. "I never thought you'd hurt me like this.
Take you finger out before I die. Take it out, Bill, please, take it out. You're killing me!"
Reaching down with his mouth, Bill ran his tongue around the hole that he was fingerfucking and moistened it with more saliva. Then he pulled his finger out all the way. It was dripping with juice, and Bill knew it was time to give Connie what he'd been promising her.
Quickly he jumped to his feet and positioned himself directly behind her, grasping her hips firmly and guiding her trembling body upward so that his throbbing hard cock was pointed eye-to-eye with her pulsating bunghole.
"Bill, Bill, don't do it," Connie pleaded. "Don't shove that big hard cock of yours up me. You'll split me right in two with that oversized prick! I can't take it!"
But Bill was deaf to her pleading. His lust had taken over, and he was determined to give her an ass-reaming come what may. He knew she'd like it once he got going, but with a sweet pink virgin ass like she had, it was going to be a job to hold her in the beginning.
His glistening, smooth cockhead was pounding against her asshole, and with one giant shove, Bill opened her little bung and pushed his cock right into Connie with all the force at his command. Up it went, right to the very end of her bowels. Bill could feel the cheeks of her ass pushing against his legs as he went in right to the hilt.
"AAAYYYYOOWW!" Connie screamed, lurching forward and twisting with all her might to free herself from the hot, burning rod that was tearing her insides to pieces. "My God, Bill, you're killing me with that huge cock! It feels like a truck inside me! I can't take it! Stop, please, stop!"
But Bill began instead to lunge into her with long, hard strokes of his steel-like cock, pushing and shoving to get every last inch of his pounding cock into her tight virgin ass. It was even better than fucking her in the cunt, Bill thought.
Connie couldn't believe what was happening to her. It had all started so innocently-Bill touching her tenderly and caressing her like a woman likes to be petted. The way he had seduced her and given her such a good fucking with his big, beautiful cock, and best of all, the way he'd let her suck the juices from him and run her tongue all over his cock and down around his balls-it had started out so nicely and she'd been so happy. But now, this! He was killing her with that huge cock up her ass, and he wouldn't even listen to her when she pleaded with him to stop!
But as Bill continued to pump and pump his big cock into her asshole, reaming her out with lunges so deep that she thought he was poking into her stomach, she gradually began to relax and realize that the initial pain was subsiding. She was beginning to feel new sensations.
With his prick gliding in all that lubrication he'd put into her-her own cuntjuice and his saliva-it was like a salve that was healing her internal wounds as he fucked her.
Connie could sense entirely new kinds of excitement beginning to course through her gorgeously soft body. Maybe Bill was right, she thought, maybe it will be OK if I just relax and ride with him. She concentrated on the feel of his big prick sliding into her and sliding back out, scraping the walls of her shit-chute with each drive. She felt absolutely filled with prick as he humped and humped, almost like the horses she used to watch fucking on her grandfather's farm.
"Ohhhh, Bill, you're making me so hot I don't know what to do!" Connie wailed. "I've never known anything like this! You're so big!"
Bill sensed that Connie was beginning to like his big hard cock shoving up her ass, and he began to pump even faster.
"I knew you'd like it once you got past the initial shock," he said. "Now brace yourself and I'll give you an ass-fucking you'll never forget."
"Oh, yes, give it to me, darling!" Connie cried. "Give me that hard cock of yours. I want to feel it way up my ass."
Bill kept his cock inside her, but stepped back slightly, pushing his pelvis forward and getting a better stance with his legs straddling Connie's beautiful, round asscheeks. Then he began to pump her ass like the pistons on a runaway locomotive. Faster and faster he ground his loins into her gyrating ass, and she relaxed her assmuscles to receive him.
She squeezed the muscles deep inside her shitchute on each outward slide of his cock, then relaxed them on each inward shove. It was like a giant hand squeezing and releasing his cock as he fucked her, even better than when she had done the same thing as he fucked her in the cunt. Connie was learning about ass-fucking fast, and Bill was getting the benefit of her lessons well-learned.
"I'm going to come, darling, so get ready," Bill gasped as he fucked Connie with all his might. "I'm going to fill that sweet ass of yours with hot come."
"Yes, yes, give it to me!" Connie cried. "Give me all you've got, baby! Fill me up!"
And with a huge lunge, Bill gave one gut-splattering eruption and sent a torrent of hot come shooting into Connie's ass, spreading its hot, sticky goodness all through the walls of her shit-chute and right up to the top of her bowels.
Connie felt the heat of his fluid spread quickly through her, and it was all she needed to be pushed over the top, herself. She had been building to a furious climax from the feel of his expert assfucking, and now she could hold it back no longer. The passion within her gushed to the brim and she felt herself coming even harder than before.
"Oooohhh, Billlll!" she cried. "Eeeeooo, ooohhh, oohhhh, ohhh, my God! That was the most tremendous fucking of my life!"
She couldn't believe what had happened. She was gasping for breath as she fell forward onto the couch and rolled over onto her back, her head to one side and her eyes closed as she tried desperately to return to sanity.
For Connie it was the opening of a brand new door of sexuality. Bill had introduced her in one afternoon to worlds she had only dreamed of before.
But now that she was in this new world, nothing was going to stop Connie from exploring it completely.
CHAPTER THREE
Connie was checking the instruments on the single-engine six-seater at the little airfield on the edge of town, preparing for a flight to the Adirondack camp, and thinking about her vigorous fucking session with Bill Bryant.
Now she was waiting for him to arrive so they could fly one-hundred and fifty miles to the camp and let him see what work had to be done before it would be ready to rent to hunters.
Of course, she was also smiling to herself about what else she was planning to do with that big stud when she got him all alone up in those isolated woods. She could hardly wait for more of the cocksucking and ass-fucking and all the other sexual games she'd shared with Bill two days before in the privacy of her home.
A tingling of delight spread through her cunt as she glanced up and saw his station wagon coming down the road to the airfield. In just a few minutes, she'd be airborne with that big hunk of cock beside her.
But her excitement turned to a cold chill when she saw that alongside Bill in the station wagon was his wife, Pat. It hit her like a kick in the cunt. "Oh, shit!" Connie murmured to herself. "Why in hell did he have to bring her along? There goes all that good fucking I've been planning on."
"Hi, Connie," Pat shouted as she got out of the station wagon. "I hope you don't mind if I tag along. I didn't want to miss all the fun with you and Bill up there in the woods."
She laughed as she spoke, but Connie thought she sensed a snide undercurrent to her voice. It was almost as if she knew what had happened between her and Bill the other day. But she decided not to pick up on it, and she replied: "Oh, no, of course not, Pat. Glad to have you along. It'll be fun."
"All set to go, Connie?" Bill asked. "You sure you know how to handle one of these puddle jumpers? I wouldn't want to go down in the woods."
Connie wondered if there was a double meaning to Bill's remark. She happened to know from firsthand experience that he would love to go down, at least on her, in the woods. And she had hoped she'd go down on him again up there, too. But now with Pat along, it looked as though it was going to be a business-only trip.
"Sure, don't worry about a thing," Connie replied. "I've got over five-hundred hours of flying time now and never even had a close call. Hop in, we're all set. Just have to get clearance from the tower and we'll be on our way."
All three climbed into the little yellow plane and buckled their seat belts. Connie revved the engine, taxied to the end of the landing strip, called on the radio for clearance, and moments later they were in the air, climbing up over wide open fields of dairy farms just south of the mountains.
"Hey, Connie, I thought you had to have pontoons on the plane in order to land on the lake by the camp," Bill said.
"I thought so, too," she replied. "But I found out about an old abandoned emergency strip carved out of the woods by the Army Air Corps during World War II. It's only a little way from the cabin we bought. The boys in the tower at the airfield told me about it. So I didn't have to rent a special seaplane, after all."
"Great, that means you'll have a choice when you start taking hunters and other guests up there," Pat said. "And it's kind of exciting to think you might be the first one to land on that field in all these years."
Connie was listening with only one ear to the conversation as her mind wandered to the other kinds of excitement she had been hoping for up at the camp with Bill alone. He was sitting alongside her in the other front seat, and she could see that apparently he had similar thoughts. He was wearing tight-fitting jeans, and the huge bulge in the crotch betrayed what was on his mind. Fortunately, Pat was sitting in the rear seat and couldn't see that her husband was sporting a roaring hardon.
The flight was nearly two hours, and Pat had dozed off in the back, so Connie didn't feel afraid to reach over and slide her hand over the throbbing cock Bill was carrying in his pants. He didn't say a word, nor did he try to stop her hand from roaming over his crotch. He only smiled and shifted slightly in his seat so Connie could reach him easier.
Maybe this won't be a total loss after all, Connie thought. If we can get Pat to doze off once in a while, maybe Bill and I can sneak away for a quick blow-job, at least.
Just then, Bill noticed an opening in the trees near a lake. "Looks like we're here," he said, pointing to the tiny landing strip.
"Yeah, that's it," Connie said. "I knew it was around here somewhere." She banked the plane in a wide arc and took it down. Minutes later, they were parked at the end of a clearing surrounded by tall pines. It had been a perfect landing, and the camp was only a few hundred yards away along an old foot-path.
Pat was awake now, and they all started off down to the camp, with Bill leading the way. Connie was right behind him, watching his tight, narrow hips and his nice firm ass inside those jeans just in front of her. She thought she would come from the thoughts they provoked in her. She longed to run her hands over those asscheeks and glide her hands around him to grasp that big hard cock of his, rubbing herself all over his back and tonguing those rippling, hard muscles of his shoulders and upper arms.
When they reached the camp, Connie suggested that they all have a cup of coffee before they went to work. She'd brought some provisions up on an earlier trip she'd made with Jim, so there were food supplies for at least a few days. She and Pat went into the kitchen and put the coffee on while Bill went into the living room. He roamed through the other rooms, looking over the things that needed to be done.
"I don't know why you want to rent this place out to a bunch of hunters and campers," Pat said. "I'd use it, myself, for lots of fun and games, Connie. As isolated as this place is, there's no end to all the things you could do up here, and never have to worry about the neighbors or anyone else knowing about it."
Connie was puzzled but intrigued by what Pat seemed to be suggesting. "I don't know quite what you mean, Pat," she replied nervously.
"Oh, you don't?" Pat said. "That's not what I hear. I hear you like all kinds of things, and that you get pretty hot when you get a chance to try them out."
Connie was not only embarrassed, but angry as well. It was obvious that Bill had actually gone home and told Pat about their sexual marathon the other day. But Connie was determined to keep her composure and not give away that she knew what Pat was getting at.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, Pat, but I'm not sure I like what you seem to be hinting at," she said.
Boldly, Pat came over behind Connie, who was standing by the sink, looking out over the lake. Pat brushed her hand across Connie's shoulder and let it drift down her back, resting gently against the crack of her ass. Connie tensed and wanted to jerk away, but she was so surprised and shocked by the turn of events, she couldn't move.
"You not only know what I'm talking about, but you love it, too," Pat said. Her mouth was only inches from Connie's ear, and her body now was pressing lightly against Connie's.
Connie could feel Pat's warm breath on her neck as she softly but firmly uttered the words that sent shivers through her. She was frozen, immobilized before the sink as Pat continued to press the issue.
"You like to fuck other women's husbands, and you like to have your ass reamed out... and you absolutely LOVE to suck their cocks and their balls, sweetheart," Pat purred into her ear.
Her soft, warm words were like a hypnotic trance. It just couldn't be that her friend, Pat, could be saying these things, Connie thought. And it couldn't be true that she had given herself to Bill and that he had gone right home and told Pat all about it!
As she stood there trying to sort all of this out, Connie realized that Pat was rubbing her soft, ample tits against Connie's back, and that her crotch was grinding slowly against Connie's asscheeks, and that her hands were gliding slowly up Connie's sides and around to envelop her big, heaving tits.
My God, Pat is actually trying to seduce me, Connie suddenly realized. She didn't come along just for the ride. She came up here to try and make love to me! And Bill is right out there in the other room! What's he going to say when he comes in here and sees what's going on?
But despite the amazing situation Connie found herself in suddenly, she couldn't help being intrigued by the thought of Pat's sexual interest in her. She'd heard of women who could make it with men or women, but she'd never thought of ever meeting one, much less her own friend, Pat Bryant, whom she'd known so long. "But now that you've found out how much fun it is to suck cock and be ass-fucked, it's time you found out some other new things you obviously hadn't known about sex," Pat said. "You have an absolutely gorgeous set of tits, and I'm going to give them a tongue bath that will send you right through the roof, Connie, baby. It's something I've wanted to do for years."
As she spoke, Pat was running her hands under Connie's sweater, fondling Connie's warm and tingling boobs, running her hands across her flat, smooth belly. Connie began to feel the juices flowing within her-just as she had the other day with Bill-and she could hardly believe what was happening. Still, she made no move to stop Pat. She was feeling the beginnings of a strange, perhaps perverted excitement, but she was powerless to prevent it.
Pat could see that Connie welcomed this new sexual adventure, and she wasted no time in moving in for the conquest. "Let's get this sweater off so we can get at those tits of yours better, sweetheart," Pat said. She pulled the sweater up over Connie's head, revealing her tight, bulging bra, with mounds of tit overflowing the see-through bra cups in every direction.
Expertly, Pat reached around and unsnapped Connie's bra, letting those big, beautiful globs of quivering flesh fall forward. Connie shivered, and goose pimples came up all over her tits as Pat ran her fingers over the sweet white flesh, where Connie's bikini bathing suit had protected her from the sun. Only a narrow strip of white protected the nipples, and there was a little band of whiteness around her body. Surrounding it everywhere was a deep tan that made Connie a golden goddess, desired by women as well as men.
Connie and Pat were still standing by the sink. Pat was running her tongue up and over and around Connie's big, round, pink nipples. With long sweeping strokes of her flat, warm, wet tongue, Pat went up the side of one tit. Then she flicked her tongue in delicate little short licks across the gently rounded globe, then she went down around and underneath the tit in one sweeping lap. Then she went back to the nipple again and placed her lips entirely over it, sucking gently until it stood straight out like a tiny lollipop ready to be devoured.
Connie was leaning against the sink, head back, eyes closed. Without realizing it, her hand had gone behind Pat's head, and she was stroking the neck of her bi-sexual benefactor as Pat's tongue danced and sucked its way around, over, up and down and across her heaving tits.
"Oh, Pat, I never knew a woman could turn me on like this," Connie said. "But your tongue is just beautiful. You're so gentle and considerate, and you know just what I like."
"Well, I'm a woman, remember," Pat said. "If I know what turns me on, I ought to know how to give it to you. And believe me, baby, before we leave this camp, I'm going to give it to you good."
As she continued to caress and fondle and tongue Connie, it was apparent that it didn't really matter whether Bill found out what was going on or not. If Pat didn't care, Connie made up her mind that she didn't, either.
It was a good thing she didn't, because at just about that time, Bill finished his tour of the house and returned to the kitchen. "Well, well, it looks like you two don't need much time to get into the swing of things," he said.
Connie was startled. She hadn't heard him coming. And even though she had told herself she didn't care if he caught them, she found herself instinctively trying to cover her tits. Pat paid no attention. She just kept sucking Connie's tits and fondling her soft tan skin.
"Well, are you just going to stand there all day, Pat?" Bill asked. "Can't you see the lady is uncomfortable? Come on, I'll help you get her into bed where you can really get to work on her." Connie was astonished that both Bill and Pat were so nonchalant about this new kind of lovemaking-at least new to her. They acted as though they'd done it all their lives. And that probably was closer to the truth than she might have imagined.
"OK, let's go into the bedroom, sweetheart," Pat said, putting an arm around Connie's waist. "I'm going to show you some things they don't teach in school, and you'll never find out about them at home."
Connie knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she also knew that no one else would find out about it-just like Pat had said earlier. This was an isolated place, all right, and surely Bill would not go around telling people about this. That would be impossible. She went along as Bill and Pat headed for the bedroom.
"Here, let me do that for you, dear," Pat said as Connie began to unbutton her skirt. "That's what I'm here for, to make you happy. And to help you out of your clothes, of course, is going to make you very, very happy."
It was hard to believe what was happening, but Connie knew that she had that strange, tingling sensation again deep inside her cunt. She made up her mind that the only thing to do was let nature take its course. If Pat could start her juices flowing so easily, who know what it might lead to? She let go-and felt Pat's nimble, sensuous fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her skirt and letting it slide down around her ankles.
She was wearing only a skimpy pair of bikinis now, and she was pleased somehow to see the look of lustful excitement in Pat's eyes as she stared at Connie's voluptuous figure. Her big, round tits stood straight out, the nipples at attention with such firmness that she couldn't really blame Pat for the way she had so ravenously sucked on them in the kitchen. They were magnificent to behold-by anyone's standards.
"My God, what a fantastic body!" Pat exclaimed. "Not only the most magnificent tits I've ever seen in my life, but what a sweet flat tummy, and long, perfectly curved legs. I can't wait to have those wrapped up around my back, sweetheart. Come on over and lie down. I can't hold off any longer!"
Connie wondered what was going on with Bill, but then she noticed that he had gone off to the other side of the room and was sitting quietly in a chair. Apparently he and Pat had agreed that today was Pat's turn to sample the goodies, since he had broken the ice and taken his share the other day, back home.
Still, Connie couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have him join them for a threesome. She sure would like to get her mouth around that big cock of his again! But the daydream lasted only a minute, because Pat went right for her bikinis as soon as she had Connie laid out on the bed. They were off in a flash, and in what seemed like only another ten seconds, Pat had crawled into bed with not a stitch of clothing on.
Connie realized she had nothing on Pat as far as figures were concerned. Pat had a pair of tits that would have put a starlet to shame-perfectly round, with large pink areolas and nipples that were made for sucking. Her breasts tapered down to a slim waist of creamy white flesh, and nice, round thighs. Between them, a sweet triangle of soft blonde pussy-hair pointed the way to a pair of the biggest, moistest cuntlips imaginable. And to top it off, Pat had legs that were long, willowy and curved to perfection. What a luscious sight they must make for Bill as they lay together in bed, Connie thought.
"Oh, baby, you can't imagine how long I've wanted to do this," Pat sighed as she snuggled next to Connie in the bed, running her tongue over her ear and down her neck. "I've dreamed of getting you into the sack ever since the first time we met."
For some reason she couldn't understand, Connie felt a tremendous thrill surging through her body as Pat caressed her and murmured her lustful thoughts. It was the kind of tingling inside her pussy that swept through her tits and took over her body whenever she got really horny. Only this time, it was even stronger than usual. But after all, it was the first time she'd ever been made love to by another woman. It was strange and exciting, and it made her so wet in her curly haired cunt that she thought her cuntlips would float right down her legs on a river of fuck-juice.
Pat's loving and eager tongue was everywhere at once. She twirled its wet and rigid tip around and around Connie's erect nipples, then down under those big gently curved mounds, across her belly and down her shapely legs. Then, without the least hesitation, she began slowly lapping up the inside of her calf. Around and around her warm tongue went, working closer and closer to that beautiful mound of pussy that quivered and drooled in anticipation.
Connie couldn't help moaning softly as she felt the warm caresses of Pat's expert tongue. She stretched her long legs and spread them wider, inviting Pat to move in to the center of her excitement. The tingle in her tits became so strong that her hands went there to massage them as Pat's tongue-lapping became faster and faster. It was like a warm glow building into a fire that would have to be doused.
Pat could feel the longing that welled up in Connie's loins, and it only made her more eager to eat that gorgeous cunt that loomed just above her. She moved up to Connie's cunt-mound and flapped her tongue around and around the edges of that golden muff, then placed a finger right in the center of her cunthole.
Connie squirmed as she felt Pat's finger begin to gently massage the smooth, glistening big lips of her twat. It sent an electric charge out in all directions from the center of her cunt. Like ripples of current, she could feel it sweep down her legs and up her flat, heaving belly to the twin mounts of flesh that were her gorgeous tits.
"Ohhhhh, Pat, you're setting me on fire!" Connie cried. "Your tongue is beautiful. But please, hurry! I can't wait for you to lick my pussy."
Pat responded by sliding her finger into Connie's warm, inviting cunt. Up it went, sliding on the slippery walls of that exotic place Pat loved so much. Her tongue found Connie's swollen and trembling clit, and she firmly clamped her mouth over it completely, sucking the entire little hunk of exciting cunt-flesh right into her mouth, rolling her tongue all around its drooling and quivering lusciousness.
The effect was like setting Connie's cunt on fire. She bucked and squirmed and went into a frenzy that only served to spur Pat on. Firmly she clamped an arm around Connie's heaving ass and held on tight as she worked her tongue faster and faster and shoved her finger in and out of Connie's slimy and pulsating pussy. Harder and harder she fingerfucked this gorgeous pussy as she ate her cunt, savoring every delicious lick. She sucked Connie's cuntjuices and swallowed them ravenously as she worked this hot piece of ass into a state of insanity from her tongue-lashing.
"Ohhh, my God, Pat, I can't hold it!" Connie screamed. "I'm going to explode! It's so good!
Suck me, baby, suck me!"
Pat slipped her finger out of Connie's hot cunt and slid her long, dancing tongue as far up her slit as it would go. Around and around it danced, like the wildly flickering flames of a roaring inferno. The heat of her tongue increased the excitement for Connie, and suddenly it sent her reeling over the edge of the sexual mountain, to the never-never land of the most incredible orgasm she could ever dream of.
"It's coming, darling!" Connie screamed, straining to push her cunt hard into Pat's face. "I'm coming, Pat, darling! Oh, eat it! Eat me out! Lick it all!"
Pat held on tight as Connie's ass jumped and bounced all over the bed. She writhed and fought to escape the sweet pain of a come so strong it reached her temples and surged through every nerve in her gorgeous, trembling body. Connie's tits flopped and rolled as her body heaved around the bed. But Pat's strong arms held her ass in place enough to keep that tongue far inside Connie's wildly pounding cuntlips.
Pat felt the blood pounding in the walls of Connie's pussy, and it made her entire body quiver with an intensity she'd never known before in eating out another woman.
She had known Connie would be a hot cunt, but she'd never dreamed she'd get as high as this! She was the best piece of ass, by far, that Pat ever had.
What a steaming, turned-on pussy! Pat was determined to suck every last drop of cuntjuice right out of this gyrating, feverish nympho.
As the waves of sexual delight began to subside, spreading over her like a blanket of bliss, Connie slowly relaxed and came down from the top of the volcano she'd just reached. She continued to feel the surging, soaked flesh beating within the walls of her pussy as Pat slowly and expertly lapped away at the juices flowing from her cunt to drench her matted, reddish brown cunt-hair.
She tried to calm down and return to sanity, but her body was tingling from head to toe as never before. Never had she come so hard-not from a fucking by a big cock like Bill's, nor from the assfucking he'd given her the other day, and certainly not from a cunt-lapping like Jim sometimes gave her. Even the first fuck she'd ever had-when she was sixteen years old, and her high school science teacher, Mr. Borst, had taken her on a field trip up the mountain behind the school and seduced her-was nothing compared to the excruciating excitement and ecstasy of being eaten by Pat.
This had been the best come of her life, and Connie was delighted that she'd finally begun to find a new sexual life that completely turned her on. She'd known Pat for years, but never had known that such beautiful sex was right there under her nose.
It was a wonderful thing to know that she'd never be frustrated again.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You certainly are a fantastic piece of pussy, sweetheart," Pat said as she lay beside Connie, gently stroking her tits. "I thought you were going to turn your guts inside out when you came."
Connie smiled at her new-found lover. "I DID turn inside out, didn't you notice?" She laughed. "You're the most incredible lover in the world! I thought my pussy was an A-bomb when you got me off."
Pat laughed, and she felt good. She was glad to have made Connie so happy, and of course, she wasn't exactly sad, herself. With her free hand, she probed the blonde thatch of hair between her own legs and felt a puddle of sticky cunt juice that had oozed from her cunt as she had eaten Connie. She had gotten awfully horny while she was working Connie over, and even though she got a lot of sexual satisfaction from the tongue-bath, herself, she hadn't really gotten off the way Connie had. That meant she was still hungering and needed something to get off on.
Almost at the same time, Connie and Pat realized that Bill was still with them. He hadn't said a word through the whole incredible performance, but he hadn't missed a single second of it. He was still sitting in the big easy chair in the corner, only now his pants were on the floor, his shorts were around his ankles, and he was pulling hard on the huge boner between his legs. His head was leaned back on the chair and his eyes were closed as he jerked faster and faster on his beautiful hunk of cockmeat.
"Hey, don't waste it, Bill," Connie said as she suddenly caught sight of him beating his meat. "Bring that thing over here and let's have a party."
Pat smiled. She was happy that Connie was getting into the free-spirited kind of sex that she and Bill had always liked. They had belonged to various swap groups and were used to threesomes and even group sex encounters, but it was the first time that Connie had been involved with more than one person at a time in bed. But she was learning fast, Pat realized.
"Yes, darling, come and join us," Pat said. "There's no need to beat your meat when you've got two hot women ready to take care of you right here."
Bill dropped his cock and stood up. His hardon was so big that it stood straight out from his lean, athletic body and danced up and down as its pounding and throbbing stretched his cockhead to the bursting point. The round knob was pulled so tight, the skin was smooth and almost purple under the faint light in the room.
He joined the women on the bed and began to fondle Connie's tits.
"I've got a better idea," Pat said. "I've got something else in mind for this little bundle of sexual excitement."
Pat lay flat on her back on the bed, her long lovely legs spread wide apart to reveal her moist blonde twat, which Connie marveled at. Connie thought it was the biggest crop of curly hair on any woman anywhere, extending from nearly two inches above Pat's sweet pink clit right down to her asshole. And there wasn't a bit of that lovely white flesh showing between her legs. Such a nice thick crop of hair, she thought, probably nourished by her vitamin-enriched cuntjuices.
"OK, Connie, dear," Pat said. "Now that you've learned how good it is to have a woman lick your pussy, it's time you found out how good it is to eat some yourself. Come and suck my cunt!"
A feeling of fright raced through Connie as she heard the words. It was one thing to have your own cunt sucked, but she could never bring herself to taste another woman's pussy. She'd never even sucked a man until the other day with Bill-and that was great-but to lick a woman's cunt herself, was still repugnant. She just couldn't, as much as she wanted to please Pat.
"I-I'm sorry, Pat," Connie said. "But I'm afraid I can't do that. I wish I could."
"Oh, come now," Pat said. "I need it. I gave you a pretty good tongue-job, didn't I? Don't you think I deserve the same kind of treatment?"
"Yes, I suppose so," Connie said. "But I just haven't been around as much as you, I guess. I just couldn't do that. Maybe some other time."
"Well, I'm sorry, too, darling, but you're not only going to lick my cunt and all the juice you can find in it, but you're going to enjoy every minute of it," Pat replied. "Ask Bill... when I'm horny, I get what I want. And I want to feel your tongue all over my crotch. Right now!"
Connie sensed that Pat meant business. By the tone of her voice, she obviously meant to get what she wanted. Still, Connie couldn't bring herself to put her face between the legs of another woman, regardless of how much she had liked to be on the receiving end of Pat's hot tongue.
"I can see that we may have to do a little gentle persuading," Pat told Bill. "Deliver this cunt's head to me, boy!"
With that, Bill reached over and took Connie firmly around the waist and pulled her over so that she was directly in front of Pat's sprawled form. Pat's legs were stretched wide now, and the lips of her wet cunt were slick with the first drippings of come that oozed from her. Her eyes were glazed with the passion aroused by her frenzied session with Connie, and she was anxious to feel Connie's warm tongue exploring the humid canyon of her cunt.
Bill pushed Connie forward and down, a hand roughly grasping the back of her neck, and she found herself almost face to cunt with Pat's snatch. The heady aroma of cuntjuice and perspiration filled Connie's nostrils, and she tried to pull her head away, but Bill held her there. Pat's curly pubic hair was only a few inches from her face now, and Connie realized that whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to lick Pat's pussy.
She tried to relax and tell herself that it wouldn't be all that bad. After all, Pat had really loved giving head to her, and then there was also the fact that she'd blown Bill a few days before and was thrilled by that. So why is it so much different to eat a pussy rather than a cock? she thought.
Slowly, she began to run her tongue along the inside of Pat's thigh. Up and up she went, around in little circles, trailing a stream of warm saliva as she went. Connie could feel Pat begin to move and moan beneath her, and she realized that she was turning on her hot-assed friend. This made it more interesting, and she began to move a little faster, running her tongue over into that huge crop of golden blonde pussyhair. It felt soft and curly to her tongue, and the cuntjuice soaking into it tasted sweet and delicious-not unpleasant, as she had expected.
Connie could feel herself becoming aroused as she moved in for the wet cunt between Pat's legs. She flicked her tongue quickly back and forth across Pat's protruding clit, standing up like a miniature cock, filled with passion and quivering with delight at the touch of this dancing tongue. As Connie stepped up the momentum of her cuntsucking, drooling saliva down onto that finger of erotic flesh at the top of Pat's slit, Pat began to moan louder and louder, her head rolling from side to side, her face contorted in a mask of agonized ecstasy.
"Connie, Connie, lick that clit!" Pat screamed. "Take it all in your mouth, darling! Lick and suck it, baby! I need it! Oh, I need your tongue!"
Connie was so excited, she barely sensed that something was happening behind her. She'd been so absorbed in running her tongue all over Pat's cunt, getting caught up in a new wave of erotic delight, that she was unaware of Bill lapping at her cunt with his big wet tongue. Connie was on her knees with her ass sticking way up in the air, and after successfully pushing her head between Pat's legs, Bill had waited until Connie was busy before he began to make it a daisy chain of sorts.
Now she tried hard to concentrate on two things at once-her hot tongue at work on Pat's cunt, and Bill's wet lapping of her own snatch. She couldn't believe there could be even more new ways to get high on sex, after all the things she'd been introduced to in the last few days, but now she realized that here was something that promised to send her through the roof again.
Faster and faster she ran her tongue across and up and down Pat's clit as Pat squirmed and moved her ass around beneath her. It was all Connie could do to keep up with Pat's wildly bouncing hips as she tried to get away from the furious tongue-lashing Connie was giving her.
With the deft touch of a cunt-lapping veteran, Connie ran her hot tongue down from Pat's throbbing clit to the juice-soaked cuntlips that protruded from her fuck-channel. Without hesitating, Connie shoved her tongue all the way into Pat's wide-open cunt, twirling her tongue around as though she were licking the smooth sides of an ice cream cone.
"My God, Connie, darling, that's beautiful!" Pat cried. "Lick all the way up me, sweetheart.
Your tongue is on fire now! Give it to me, baby!"
Pat's excitement was contagious. It reached Bill, who began furiously lapping at Connie's crotch, running his tongue the entire length of her slit-from her clit to her asshole-lingering just long enough at either end to drive Connie into fits of sexual abandon. Her cunt and her ass were on fire from his tormenting tongue, and she transmitted this burning sensation back to Pat with her own tongue. It was as though Bill were sending hot currents of passion straight up through her, and they were coming out of her mouth and being passed on to Pat.
Pat felt the other two thrashing and bucking below her on the bed, and it turned her on almost as much as Connie's fresh and fabulous tongue. Nothing turned her on as much as making it with another woman, unless it was going to bed with two other people. She liked both men and women, but being eaten by a woman while Bill fucked the same woman was enough to drive her out of her skull.
And Connie was getting the best of both worlds, she thought, giving it to Pat while getting it from Bill. Connie didn't know whether she could hold off coming until after she got Pat off. It was going to be a delicate bit of timing, but she knew for sure there were going to be two godawful explosions when they came.
Suddenly, Bill slid his stiffened tongue straight into Connie's asshole as far as it would go. She arched her back and accepted his furiously stabbing tongue just as a bitch in heat opens up for a male dog that is fucking her. A tremendous charge of excitement swept through her body as she felt the muscles of her shithole shiver and quake. It was even more exciting to her now than it had been when Bill did it the first time in her own bedroom, because now she knew what to expect and was ready for each new move he made.
As the pounding sensations traveled through her, Connie stepped up her tongue-work on Pat, clamping her mouth over Pat's drooling clit and licking it like a demon. Pat was squirming and groaning, her long shapely legs wrapped around Connie's shoulders, and Connie knew that at any second Pat would hit the ceiling. She wanted to make it a tremendous orgasm for the woman who had introduced her to cunt licking.
Pat screamed suddenly, shoving her come-soaked pussy into Connie's face, grinding her loins against Connie's wide-open mouth and moist, waving tongue. "Lick me, baby, I'm coming all over you!"
Connie was beside herself with lust, her cheeks burning and her body a bundle of red-hot passion as her own fires were about to be ignited by Bill's educated tongue.
Then the fires within her erupted and her pussy flowed like lava from a volcano as the come rolled down her legs and gushed over Bill's chin. He pulled his tongue from her asshole and licked the juices from her as they flowed out of her cunt.
Connie continued to lick Pat's sweet pussy and massage her voluptuous tits as Bill tongued her ass and cunt. Then both women came down from the heights of sexual satisfaction.
But Bill was only beginning. After watching Pat and Connie eat each other out, and getting a taste of Connie's hot cuntjuices, he was as horny as a two-cocked ram on a sheep farm.
"You two broads have been getting all you want," he said. "Now it's my turn."
"You're just going to have to wait," Connie said. "What do you think we are, superwomen?"
Pat didn't say anything, but just smiled the contented smile of a satisfied woman. She knew her husband's capacity for fucking and realized that she and Connie were going to have to work him over good if they were to avoid making him mad. Connie had not seen Bill's temper yet, but Pat knew that when his nuts were hot and he" wasn't being satisfied, Bill could be like a rampaging bull.
She reached over and grasped his throbbing cock and squeezed it. Bill lay back between the two women and put his arms around them. Connie saw that it was useless to protest, despite the burning she still felt in her cunt from the tongue-job she'd just had and the feeling of contentment from having gotten Pat's rocks off. There was to be no rest for her until Bill got his.
She had never seen a man who could get it up so much, and it excited her to think about fucking him again. And this time, there would be the added attraction of having Pat to help her satisfy him.
"I want a very thorough tongue-bath from both of you, and I want every last spot covered completely," Bill said. "Is that clear? If you miss anything, you'll just have to do it over."
"Don't worry, baby," Connie said. "We'll scrub you down like you've never been tongued before. Won't we, Pat?"
"You better believe it," Pat said. "Now just lie back and enjoy it, sweetheart, while we go to work on that gorgeous body of yours."
Pat began slowly running her tongue over Bill's ear and down his neck, then across his face, lightly licking his temples, his forehead and around his eyes, over his nose and across his mouth. Her warm, moist tongue slipped between his lips to caress the inside of his mouth, as well. She deliberately chose to start the tongue bath from the top, allowing Connie to begin at the bottom, knowing that Connie would be the first to reach Bill's huge, throbbing cock. Since Pat had been there many times before, she decided to let her new-found friend and lover have that assignment.
Connie began to lick Bill's toes, sucking on each as she had on Bill's cock, silently dreaming that it was only a prelude to having his big cock in her mouth. Slowly and sensuously, she went from toe to toe, wetting and licking each as she and Pat began to set Bill's flesh on fire. He was smiling broadly as he watched the two women go over every inch of him with their wet tongues. After finishing his feet, Connie began slowly working up his legs, first one and then the other, moistening his calves all over as her tongue worked around and around to cover him with her warm and tingling tongue-juice. Once again, Connie could feel the stirrings of lust building in her pussy as she felt Bill getting hot from the tongue bath.
The combination of Pat's tonguing above the waist and Connie's licking below was setting off fires in Bill that were even more exciting than the day he had seduced Connie in her home. He was groaning softly and stroking the hair of both women as their heads bobbed to and fro over his big muscular body.
Connie reached Bill's midsection and rolled him slightly to one side as her head and tongue went around and around his hips and asscheek, wetting them and raising goose pimples as the tingling sensations spread through his loins. "Oh, baby, keep licking. You're doing just fine," Bill moaned.
Meanwhile, Pat was flicking her tongue lightly and quickly in the dark, fuzzy, matted hair that led from Bill's chest to his cock. With pointed tongue moistened to perfection, she traced little circles of saliva around his navel and down toward that clump of black curls that surrounded his huge, rigid cock.
The tension began to mount faster as Pat and Connie approached each other and the moment all of them had been waiting for. The women began working faster and faster, alternating short licks with long, sweeping strokes of their wet tongues. Connie's head went between Bill's legs and began softly moistening the loose, trembling skin of his balls.
"Ohhh, Connie, baby, suck those balls, baby!" Bill cried. "You're gonna make me explode, sweetheart."
Around and around her head went, her hot tongue caressing his balls in a feverish lapping movement that sent a wave of passion bounding through Connie's cunt and throughout her body. The hotter she got, the faster she licked, and the wetter she made Bill's balls.
When she could wait no longer and realized that Bill couldn't either, she slipped up to that big, pounding prick and quickly began lapping up both vein-bulged sides and over the stretched cockhead and its smooth purplish skin. She took the whole pulsating prick right into her mouth. She grasped it with both hands, holding it like a flagpole, and began to suck him with a ravenous delight.
Up and down her head went on his big cock, taking it all into her mouth, just as she'd seen the girl in the skin-flick do. Her hands massaged his wet balls as her head bobbed up and down in a furious face-fucking that she hoped would squeeze every last drop of jism from Bill's gorgeous big cock.
Her tongue lapped at Bill's pounding prick in every direction as Connie felt every last bit of inhibition that she ever had go right out the window. She had learned to love sucking cock, and she didn't care who knew it. Bill's tremendous prick was a beautiful thing to behold, she thought, and she intended to suck it all she could.
Pat had covered Bill's body with a thin layer of hot spit from his head to his groin, and now her head and Connie's were almost touching as they worked feverishly to bring him to a smashing orgasm. Pat licked back and forth across his flat, tight belly as Connie pumped her mouth up and down his throbbing cock.
Slipping down alongside Connie, Pat ran her tongue down Bill's side to his balls and began sucking them as Connie worked on his cock. The effects of such a one-two tongue-lashing were taking their toll on Bill, and he began to twist and turn as the juices bubbled and welled up inside him, ready to burst out of that little eye in the head of his cock.
"I'm almost there. Just keep sucking, both of you," Bill moaned. "Just keep it up. It's beautiful."
Connie began licking up and down one side of his cock, and Pat got on the other side and did the same thing. Two tongues, both sliding up and down on his cock, like two soft, warm, wet pussies were enough to drive Bill out of his mind. Connie thought it would do the same to her. She was beside herself with passion and her pussy was dripping wet as she drove her tongue to do things she had never dreamed of a few days ago.
She felt Bill's body stiffen as the eruption began deep inside him. Quickly, she grasped his cock and slid it way down her throat as he opened his legs and the come burst from him in a torrent of hot, trembling passion.
"I'm coming!" he yelled. "Suck me, baby, I'm commmmiiinng!"
Bill had been storing up come in that reservoir inside him ever since he and Connie had fucked the other day, and watching Connie and Pat together in bed had added gallons to his supply. He was gushing so much white-hot juice that Connie thought she would drown in it. She almost hoped she would. With each throbbing spasm of his huge cock, another surge of jism spewed forth, sliding down her throat in a never-ending stream. She sucked hard on his cock to bring out every last drop of his come.
Pat licked his curly, sticky hair and lapped his balls as he shot his load, driving him to even greater heights of sexual excitement. Connie could feel the throbbing inside her pussy as all three of them reached the peak and brought Bill to his explosive coming.
She was amazed to see that as Bill's come began to subside, he stayed hard and erect, his tremendous prick still aimed at the ceiling. She continued to suck and lick his beautiful cock head as he came down and relaxed, but she'd never seen anything like his staying power.
She didn't know how he did it, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was keep his big, smooth, hard cock right in her mouth, where she could suck it and kiss it and give it all the tender, loving care it deserved. Bill's mammoth prick was a work of art, and she wanted to nurture it and caress it like a newborn baby. It brought her so much joy she could not bear to give it up.
"That was one fabulous fucking blow-job, Connie!" Bill said. "You've learned a lot in a few days."
"Yes, my dear," Pat added. "You've come a long way, if you'll pardon the expression."
Connie smiled. She was pleased that two people like Bill and Pat, who'd had so much more sexual experience than she had, liked the way she gave head.
"I guess when you really like something, you're more apt to give your best effort," she said with a smile.
But Connie knew her best efforts were still to come.
CHAPTER FIVE
Connie was up in the clouds for several days after the session with Pat and Bill-and not in her airplane, either. She was so amazed and excited about what had happened to her sex life that she had a hard time concentrating on anything else. But she knew she had to attend to the camp and get it ready for hunters.
Bill stayed behind and made the minor repairs needed before the camp could be rented, while Pat and Connie returned home. Jim came back from his road trip, and Connie told him about the trip the three of them had made, and that Bill was still there fixing the place up. Of course, she did not go into the details of the trip, because she didn't think Jim was ready to know that his wife had been fucked and eaten by his two close friends and neighbors, Bill and Pat.
But someday, Connie thought, someday I'll tell him. And when I do I'll be curious to see what his reaction is. Right now, I know what it would be, and it wouldn't be nice. So best just let the three of us keep our little secret for the time being.
She and Jim and Pat flew back up to the camp on the weekend to pick up Bill. Then, early in the week, she called the three hunters who had answered the ad she'd placed in the local newspaper.
"The camp is all ready. I'll fly you up there whenever you're ready to go," she told Art Hofler, who had answered the ad on behalf of himself and his two friends, Bob Raggio and Hank Langford. All three were partners in a chain of Chinese takeout restaurants, and they liked to get away from the pressures of business by going on hunting trips. What Connie didn't know was that they were not really interested as much in hunting as other diversions. But Hofler didn't tell her about that on the phone.
"We'd like to go as soon as possible," he said. "I'll call my two friends, and let's try to make it day after tomorrow. I'll call you back to confirm it, OK?"
"That will be fine," Connie said. "I'm sure you'll have a good time up there."
"Oh, I'm sure we will, my dear," Hofler said. "See you soon."
Connie thought it was strange that he had called her my dear when he had never even met her, but as she put down the phone she hesitated over the fact for only a moment before calling Jim.
"The hunters are planning to go up to the camp day after tomorrow," she said. "Can you fly up with us? I hate to go by myself with three strange men."
"Gosh, I can't, honey," Jim said. "You know the annual sales meeting is coming up, and I have to go to Chicago tomorrow for a few days. I'm sure you won't have any problems. If you want to, why not ask Pat and Bill to go along? I'm sure they'd be happy to."
"OK, dear, I think I'll do that," she said. "See you tonight."
She wasn't terribly disappointed that Jim couldn't go, but she had to admit that it concerned her a bit after Pat said that Bill had taken on a big job at the new Elks hall that was being built downtown and that he couldn't get away for the next several weeks.
"But I'd be happy to go along," Pat said. "Maybe we can have some fun with your hunters up there."
"Oh, Pat, that's all you seem of think of," Connie said. "I don't know anything about them. They may be old or deformed or rapists for all I know. I just don't like the idea of going up there with strange men all by myself, or with only another woman."
"Oh, don't be such a fraidy cat," Pat said. "If they own a chain of restaurants, they must be decent guys."
"All right," Connie said. "We'll probably go up day after tomorrow, so be ready. I'll pick you up early."
Hofler called back to confirm that he and his friends would indeed be ready to go on the scheduled date. Connie let Pat know, then spent the next two days getting the plane ready and finishing up several chores around the house so they wouldn't nag her all the time she was away.
On the morning of the trip, Connie picked up Pat at six a.m. at her house. She drove to the main post office downtown, where Hofler, Raggio and Langford had said they'd be waiting.
"There they are," Pat said. "I'll take the tall one with the pipe in his mouth, at least for a while. Think you can handle the other two? They look like they might be hungry."
"Pat, will you please stop?" Connie pleaded. "This is a business trip. I don't want to offend them by coming on as if we were a couple of whores. These are respectable businessmen. Who knows, they might even be going up there for a religious retreat. Just mind your manners, please."
Connie parked the station wagon at the curb and called out to the three hunters. The one with the pipe came to the window. "Good morning, ladies, I didn't know we were going to have the pleasure of such beautiful company this morning," Hofler said.
"We'll try to make it a pleasant flight," Pat said. "Would you like coffee, tea or milk? Sorry, nothing stronger available." They laughed. Connie introduced everyone to Pat, and Hofler did the same with his two partners.
"Just call me Bob," the big, rawboned, white-manned Raggio said. He appeared to be the senior partner in the restaurant company, but Hofler was the outspoken one. He said, "And you can call me Art." The third partner, Hank Langford, kept twirling the tips of his Fu Manchu mustache. "I'm Hank. But you can call me anything but late for supper." Then he burst out in maniacal laughter that filled the car with ear-splitting sound waves.
It seemed as though he would go on laughing that blood-curdling laugh of his forever when Bob, who was sitting in the middle in the back seat, gave Hank a poke in the ribs with his elbow that knocked the wind out of the smaller man. "Just keep quiet and relax," Bob told him. "And you won't get in trouble." Hank doubled over, holding his stomach and not saying anything. Connie could see in the rear view mirror that he was having trouble breathing.
Connie was unnerved by the incident, but Art was quick to allay her fears. "He's just exhausted from overwork," he said. "He's up every morning at six to oversee the cooks in our central kitchen. He's in charge of food quality control and he's a perfectionist. It has to be just right or he goes into a rage."
"We thought we'd get him away for a while where he wouldn't have to think about chop suey, or fried rice or egg rolls or anything connected with the business," Bob said.
"Yeah, all I'm gonna think about is mai hot dork," Hank coughed. "Hee, hee hee hee."
"Just shut up and rest," Art said.
"Is that a Chinese dish?" Pat asked. "I never heard of it."
"No, it's half-American, half-Italian," Hank said. "I'll let you try some of it when we get to the camp."
And with that, Bob gave Hank another shot in the ribs that ended the conversation. Hank's Fu Manchu drooped, and his face turned ashen. But he spoke not another word the rest of the trip.
The flight was uneventful. Pat babbled away with Bob and Art about everything from the price of groceries to her visit to Las Vegas last year. And, of course, she liberally sprinkled her comments with double meanings that let them know she was interested in more than just coming along for the ride. Connie had taken the plane with pontoons on it, and as she landed on the lake, right in front of the cabin, the men were impressed with the solitude and beauty of the campsite.
"This is going to be just great," Art said. "It's everything you said it was and more."
"You said it," Bob added. "Too bad you girls aren't able to stay awhile and have dinner and drinks with us."
"Oh, we don't have to go right back, do we, Connie?" Pat replied. "I'm sure we can stay a bit. Besides, Connie needs some rest from flying this thing."
"We can come in for a little while," Connie said. "I want to show you where everything is, anyway. But we'll have to get started back before long. I don't like to fly at night."
Connie took the three men on a tour of the cabin, showing them where the sheets and blankets were stored, as well as the cooking utensils and the firewood. She pointed out the big stone fireplace in the living room, the big selling point on the cabin, as well as the three bedrooms.
"It's a beautiful camp, all right," Art said. "Almost as beautiful as you two, but not quite."
"You can say that again," Bob echoed. "And I've got something beautiful here for you, too." He had been in the kitchen and had mixed drinks for everyone. "I hope you like bourbon and water. It's all we've got. At least to drink, that is."
Connie was a little apprehensive about the way the conversation was headed, but she accepted the drink. She didn't like to drink when she was flying, but just one wouldn't hurt, she told herself. Just as they were all lifting their glasses, another of Hank's blood-curdling screams of laughter came drifting in from the back room. Hank was standing by the window, looking out to the woods at the rear of the camp, when they reached him.
"What the hell is going on now?" Art said to him.
"I just looked out back, and guess what I saw," Hank giggled. "A big moose with antlers as big as a house, and he was humping a little deer that couldn't have been half his size. He kept missing and was sliding all over her back with his cock. And you should have seen that cock! It was like a tree trunk, only pink."
Connie wanted to run from the room. She was so embarrassed she didn't know what to do, except that she suddenly also felt a wave of heat grip her pussy, almost as though one of these big, handsome hunters had touched her there.
Pat was not so bashful. "You never know what you're going to see when you're in an isolated place like this," she said. "Too bad that moose didn't get what he was looking for."
"Yes, I hate to see a male get so excited and not be able to get satisfaction," Art said. "Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely," Pat replied. "It goes against the laws of nature."
Bob came back with another round of drinks for everyone. Connie felt a little giddy from the first one, but decided to have just one more before she and Pat headed back home.
"Why don't we all go upstairs where we can be more relaxed," Art suggested. "Besides, I want to get these boots off and maybe slip into something comfortable."
"I think these two ladies would be very comfortable to slip into," Hank laughed. He giggled till he fell on the floor.
Bob had been lacing his own drink with a little more bourbon than the others, so he was feeling very loose and sexy as they all climbed the stairs to the "rumpus room", as Art called it. "You know, you have a really nice ass, Connie," he said as he followed her. His face was right next to her round, tight ass, which stretched her slacks perfectly, and he was tempted to reach out and take a bite. Instead, he ran his hand over her soft thighs. Connie jumped at the touch of his hand, but she couldn't help realizing that she felt a yearning inside her cunt for more good fucking like she'd had with Bill. She'd had only a couple of drinks, but it was just enough to make her horny as hell. Now that the ice was being broken, she could hardly wait to see how big these guys' cocks were, and what they had in mind.
Connie was first to reach the top of the stairs, and Art was right behind her. He slipped his arm around her waist and guide her to the large front bedroom where there were two king-sized beds. Connie and Jim had not overlooked anything to make their guests comfortable. Pat, for one, was glad of that.
Pat was headed for the other bedroom with Bob and Hank. Connie was grateful for the fact that Hank wasn't going to be in the same room with her. She had a feeling that he was not quite sane, and she didn't want to be around when he got hot. She thought he might very well become a raving monster when he got a hardon. But Pat, who had had so much more experience with men, could probably handle him-especially with Bob there to help.
"There's nothing like some good loving to relax the tension of business," Art said as he closed the door behind them. "And I intend to give you some really good loving today, Connie."
Connie's mind raced. She certainly hadn't intended to go to bed with these hunters, but now that it was inevitable, she felt the warm pounding in her cunt that told her she was in for another exciting sexual experience.
It was amazing how her sex life had changed in only a few days! From a routine of humdrum fuckings with Jim for several years, she had suddenly gone to a succession of thrills, once Bill showed her the way. Now she was willing-even eager-to get her clothes off and see what Art had to offer. A burning in her cunt touched off the flow of wetness that had her swirling even before he touched her.
Art's arms went around her waist and his mouth came down hard on hers. She felt her knees go limp and, almost in a dream, her arms slid around his neck and her fingers clung to him, massaging the back of his head as his tongue slipped inside her mouth and locked with hers. Surges of passion rippled through her body as he pressed against her and she felt his hot, throbbing cock pounding against her leg.
She made up her mind to give Art all the good fucking he was looking for. After all, Jim was away on the road again and there was no way he was going to find out. And besides, didn't she deserve some excitement? She'd been a good wife and was doing everything she could to bring in some extra money.
Feverishly, she pushed her trembling pussy against Art and rubbed her big tits against his chest as he held her tightly in his arms. She'd never been held so tightly in her life, Connie thought. Art was nearly pressing the wind right out of her as he held her to him. Their two bodies rolled and rubbed against each other, raising their body heat to the point where she didn't think she could wait another second to feel his cock in her.
"I want you now, sweetheart," Art said. "Let's get out of these things and into bed."
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "I can't stand it! I want you to touch me everywhere, and I want to feel your cock and your balls and all of you!"
Art unzipped Connie's blouse and pulled it from her, then slipped her slacks down over her smooth, tight ass and tossed them on the floor. She stood before him in brief panties and bra, her big, luscious tits heaving as she fought to get her breath. He stood looking at her for a moment, the look in his eyes making it clear to her that he was hot to slip his hard cock into her cunt.
"Like what you see?" she asked coyly.
"Are you kidding?" Art answered. "You're absolutely gorgeous, baby! I'm going to fuck you all week. You've got a figure like nothing I've ever seen!"
Connie couldn't help smiling. Bill and Pat both had complimented her on her figure, and now Art was doing the same thing. Jim hadn't said a word about how well she was built since before they were married. She had always thought she was well-endowed, but Jim just took it for granted, and she'd begun to wonder if she really had any appeal for anyone else. Now she was finding out. Her measurements seemed to her to be pretty good, but when a woman never hears it from her husband, she begins to wonder whether she really is sexy or not.
She was really getting wet as she watched Art slip off his pants and shirt. His muscles bulged. His chest tapered down to a slim, flat waist and abdomen that resembled the weightlifter ads in men's magazines that Jim had around the house.
"You're not so bad, yourself," Connie said as Art stood before her, clad only in his form-fitting briefs. "You look like you've done some weightlifting."
"I was Mr. Eastside back home when I was a kid," he said. "I didn't go on farther in bodybuilding competitions because I had to support my brothers and sisters. But to hell with that, we've got more important things to do than talk about my past."
Connie gasped as Art dropped his shorts to the floor. His gigantic cock jumped up and out, pointing straight at her. She had thought Bill was big, but he couldn't compare with Art. He must have at least ten inches, Connie thought. She was hotter than hell, anticipating what such a huge prick would feel like in her wet pussy. She also was a little worried that she might not be able to take it all, but still, she couldn't wait to find out.
"Let's get the rest of those things off, Connie," Art said. "I'm going to sink this thing so far inside you, you'll never want me to take it out."
Then he reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell away, and her tits bounced out-large and round and full, with those large, pink areolas and erect, quivering nipples sticking out ready for his tongue. Connie cupped them and pushed them together, then ran her hands down her sides as a violent tingle of delight spread through her loins in anticipation of the fucking she was about to get.
Art slipped off her panties, kneeling down as he did so, and was running his tongue over her belly and tanned thighs before she even stepped out of them. He wasted no time in preliminaries, however, as his hot, darting tongue went straight for her silky bush of moist pussy-hair and slipped right inside her glistening pink pussylips.
"Oooooo, that's good," she sighed as she felt his tongue enter her cunt. It was moist and hot, and she swayed as he ran his hands up and down her thighs and worked his tongue in and out of her wet snatch.
"Take me to bed, quick!" Connie cried. "I don't think I can take this standing up. I might pass out."
She lay back on the king-sized bed, spreading her hot, inviting body across the crisp sheets. Art was next to her immediately. He was everywhere at once, she thought as he pressed his lips to her. His hands caressed her big, round tits and slid down to her crotch, where his fingers roamed through the curly thatch of auburn hair that was becoming wetter by the second. Her loins were aching with desire, and she hoped he would stick that huge cock of his up her soon, before she came without feeling it.
Art got to his knees and crouched over her, his pulsating cock looming like a baseball bat just above her. Poised between her legs, he carefully parted her slippery cuntlips and placed his cockhead between them. She could feel the tremendous heat of his prick as it throbbed, and she thought she wouldn't be able to stand it another minute.
"Ohhhh, give it to me, Art!" she cried. "I want to feel your cock pounding inside me. Fuck me now, sweetheart!"
Without a word, he slid his hands under her ass, pulling her long, curvy legs up over his shoulders, and entered her. With a gentle but firm thrust of his hips, he pushed his big cock into her now-dripping cunt and slid farther and farther inside her.
Connie thought it was a horse cock, instead of a man, sliding up her! No man could possibly have such a huge cock, she thought. "My God, you're filling me up!" she screamed. "You're so big! You're stretching me apart! And it feels delicious! Fuck me hard!"
Art needed no invitation. His big prick was up Connie's wet cunt all the way now, and the cunt juices deep inside her were making him hotter then hell. His cock was pounding and throbbing like a runaway piston, and he began pumping her as hard as he could. He grasped her ass tightly and drove his cock in and out of her cunt with lunges that would split an ordinary woman.
Connie spread her long legs as far apart as she could stretch them to welcome his driving cock. Faster and faster he fucked her, and she could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter as he pumped all that meat up into her. His balls slapped against her ass, driving her mad with lust and uncontrolled passion. She reached out and grasped him around the waist, pulling him tighter to her as he humped and humped his huge cock farther into her cunt.
"Ooohhh, Art, you're an incredible lover!" she cried. "I want all of you. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Her screams of desire only made him more potent, and he banged harder and harder against her wide-open crotch, sending shock waves of unbridled lust sweeping through her cunt that reached way up to her temples. Her whole body was wracked with a white-hot glow that was threatening to burst at any moment.
Never in the history of the world, she thought, has anyone been fucked so hard and so good.
Suddenly she felt a rumbling inside her loins. She knew she was going to erupt in a minute. She wanted to prolong the ecstasy, feeling Art's huge cock pounding and throbbing inside her, but she knew she couldn't hold back. She was too hot now to think about anything but exploding in an orgasm that would envelop her in a whirlwind of bliss.
Art's body was building to a climax as well, Connie knew, and he stepped up his pounding even faster. His big cock was moving in and out of her drooling cunt so quickly that his cock was almost a blur of white as it went in and out of her sweet, warm cunt.
"You're beautiful, baby," Art moaned. "I'm going to fill you right up with come, sweetheart! I'm gonna make you swim in it!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I want, darling!" she cried. "Give me every last drop. I want to drown in your come!"
With one final deep thrust of his cock, Art pushed himself until he thought he was reaching Connie's stomach. His cock was imbedded in her like a spear; his body was tensed rigidly; his head was stretched back until she thought his back would break in two. And out shot a load of jism, shooting into her like a stream of white-hot cream that gushed into every nook and cranny of her cavernous cunt. It poured from him like a river of glorious nectar.
Connie could not hold back another second. When she felt him tense, it was like a switch was thrown inside her pussy. It was like a little voice within her had said, "Let it go now! Give him everything you have! Come with him, Connie!"
First it was a rumble deep in her loins, like the quivering of a bowl of liver on a freight train. Strange she should think of such a thing at a time like this, but then the rumbling grew as she felt the heat spread through her cunt, down her legs and then sweep back up through her until it engulfed her whole being. Her body shook and gyrated as she clamped her legs around Art and hooked her feet together behind him. The burning in her pussy was unbearable. Her cuntlips trembled violently. Then it came.
"AAAIIIEEE!" she screamed, reaching out to grab him blindly, pulling him to her with all her might. "I'm coming, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I can't stand it!"
Violently, she exploded as she felt her pussy heave and buck under his hard-driving cock. Locked together like a vise, they bounced and rolled around the bed, cuntjuice spewing in the air as Connie's crotch heaved and waved in the air. Art kept ahold of her ass, his arms encircling her dancing thighs as he continued to pump her full of his hard cock.
"Ooohhh, I'm still coming," she yelled. "Don't stop! Give it to meeeee!"
Art had all he could do to keep his big cock inside Connie and to keep fucking her, because she was squirming and convulsing so hard. Her ass bounced up and down on the bed, her shoulders pinned back flat against the sheets, her back arched to the breaking point as she pushed herself up to meet his incredible thrusts.
She was like a starving woman reaching for a piece of bread, only in her case it was a matter of sexual starvation, and she was reaching for a piece of hard, ten-inch cock. Not a piece either, really. She wanted nothing less than the whole thing, and she was making sure she got it.
Like two sweating, satisfied athletes after a resounding victory, Art and Connie gradually came down from the fucking mountaintop. Slowly and reluctantly, Art began to withdraw his massive cock from her trembling pussy. Connie felt it pressing against the shimmering walls of her pussy as it eased its way back to the entrance to her cunt. It felt as though she were having a baby. It was so big and so hard, her cunt felt almost like it had when she had delivered her son. Her cunt was filled, but his cock was sliding out like a ship being christened and gliding into the water. Only instead of the pain that she had when she had her baby, now it was only bliss and a longing to keep that filled-up feeling as long as possible.
She heard a slurping sound as Art's huge cockhead finally passed out through her cuntlips, as big and hard as it had been before he came. He lay back on the bed beside her.
"You know, Connie, I thought you were going to break it off right inside yourself, you were jumping around so hard," Art said.
"I would have liked that," Connie laughed. "I doubt if I'll ever find a cock as big and hard as this one." She reached over to pat Art's prick and stroke his balls with loving care. "I'd like to keep it inside me all the time." They had been fucking so hard, and had been so oblivious to anything else, that they hadn't-until now-noticed the thump, thump, thump sound and the screams of delight coming from the other bedroom.
"Sounds as though Pat and Bob and Hank are having a good time, too," Connie laughed.
"Hope they don't fuck themselves out before they come in and join us for some special treats," Art said.
Connie was afraid to ask what the "special treats" were, but as long as Hank didn't do anything too far out, and if Bob was anything like Art had been, she knew she was in for another red-hot chapter in her fast-building sexual biography.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey, you two, are you going to stay in there forever?"
It was Pat knocking at the door. Connie and Art had been lying together, fondling each other's magnificent bodies after that tremendous orgasm. They weren't paying much attention to what had been going on in the other room.
But it was apparent that Pat was ready for more action. And, of course, Hank and Bob were right behind her, all set for an orgy.
"Come on in," Connie said. "The door's unlocked."
Pat and Bob came in and got into bed with Connie and Art, but Hank wasn't with them. "What happened to your happy friend?" Connie asked.
"Who, Hank? He went down to the kitchen for something," Bob replied.
No one thought much about it as Pat began to run her fingers playfully over Art's leg and flick her tongue in his ear. Meanwhile, Bob was on the other side of the foursome, kissing Connie and sliding his fingers through her pussy hair as she massaged his balls and his thick, hard cock.
Hank was back in a minute. He had on his hunting cap, which made him look a little strange with that Fu Manchu mustache and all, but Connie noticed that he had a good, solid build and a nice, serviceable cock. Not as big as Art's, but very inviting and hard, just the same. He was sporting a hardon that made her hot just to look at it.
"OK, everybody, I've got the magic potion for today's audience participation program," Hank said with a laugh.
Connie noticed with relief that he wasn't giggling any more, even though he wore an almost perpetual smile on his face. Maybe he hadn't really been out of his mind, after all, but just giddy from tension and overwork. If that was the case, she and Pat would see to it that he got all the release he needed.
Hank held up a large jar of honey. "What are you going to do with that?" Connie asked.
"Oh, Connie, don't be so naive," Pat said. "Hank and the boys are going to play teddy bear, aren't you, fellows?"
"That's the idea, sweetheart," Hank replied. "Just lie back and relax and the three of us will get to work."
Art and Bob got up from the bed as Pat and Connie stretched out side by side, with Pat directing Connie as to what she was to do. Connie was still in the dark about what was going to happen to her, and she was apprehensive as she listened to Pat.
"Just lie beside me and don't worry about a thing, doll," Pat told her. "You're going to like this. It's just another sweet lesson in your sexual education."
Hank stood over them, opening the jar of honey, and began to pour it over Connie's soft and shapely body. Beginning at her toes, he gently trickled the honey up her legs, almost to her pussy, then moved to her neck and poured the sweet, sticky fluid all over her big, round exquisite tits and down across her flat belly. Then, with a flourish resembling that of a maitre d' pouring wine in a fine restaurant, he poured a large gob of honey over Connie's gleaming snatch. The golden liquid rolled through her pussy hair as though it were caressing her soft cuntlips, flowing down her crotch and forming a blanket of warmth over her ass.
It was an entirely new experience for Connie, and she bathed in the dreamy, oozing goodness that enveloped her. She tingled with anticipation of what was to come when Hank had finished doing the same thing to Pat. He emptied the bottle over Pat, draining the last drop into her cunt as he spread her lips apart with one hand. Connie saw that Pat's eyes were closed and that she was trembling as the last drops entered her wet, warm pussy.
"OK, you guys, let's get to work," Hank said, turning his hunting cap around so that the visor wouldn't drag in the honey. "Me first," he said as he began to lick the sweet liquid from Connie's toes.
"You're going to have to share this good stuff," Bob replied. "And I don't mean the honey." He started sucking Connie's honey-dipped tits, clamping his mouth over her nipple and running his tongue quickly in ever-widening circles to lap up the slowly spreading honey.
Across the bed, Art had Pat all to himself. His tongue was already busy lapping up the gooey goodness from her legs. He was not going slowly. Art believed in fast action, and he moved quickly toward her thatch of sticky, glistening pussyhair.
Connie was tingling from head to toe as she felt Bob and Hank's warm tongues slurping and lapping away at the honey that covered her. The combination of vigorous tonguing and the sensuousness of the honey itself, set off an ache in her cunt that was hard to describe. All she knew was that it was delightful, and that she could feel the tension mounting within her as they moved back and forth across her body.
"Oooohhh, lick me, boys," she said. "Lick me all over. You feel so good!"
Hank had finished cleaning the honey from her legs and was running his tongue over her belly, working his way back down to her pussy, when he began to trace little circles in her matted, sticky hair with his finger. Bob was nearly done with her tits and was gently tonguing her armpits and the soft, tingling flesh along her side under her arms. The combination of all these sensations was beginning to drive Connie crazy.
Neither Hank nor Bob spoke as they licked her body. They were intent on working Connie into a state of sexual excitement that would be worth the price of the trip, alone. To Connie, it was worth letting them have the cabin for nothing for the week.
Hank's finger was working in and out of Connie's wet and sticky cunt, massaging her clit and her cuntlips as he sucked up the honey from her curly, sweet hair. It was really beginning to get to Connie, and she moaned softly and squirmed as Hank and Bob quickened their pace.
Both men realized that their tongues and Hank's finger were taking their toll on Connie's libido. Hank moved gently into the slot directly between Connie's legs and started lapping up the honey that had run down the crack of her ass. Long and smoothly he stroked that tender area, reaching out to lick the backs of her legs and down onto her cheeks as she pulled up her knees to help him get every last drop.
Bob's head was bobbing and tossing as he sucked and licked her soft, expansive tits, first nipping lightly at her areolas then taking whole mouthfuls of her fleshy mounds into his mouth. With all that tit halfway down his throat, he ran his tongue around and around the quivering mass until Connie thought he would send her through the ceiling. Then he abruptly left that tit to go to the other, repeating the same moves.
When Hank finished cleaning the honey from Connie's ass, she was in such an agitated state that he realized it was time to move in for the climax. She was weaving and bobbing beneath him, and he clamped his arms under her and locked her as best he could in position so he could bring her to a roaring orgasm.
"Ooooohhhhh, take me now, darling," she sighed, her pussy on fire from the licking and fingering. "I'm ready! I want your tongue inside me! Lick me now, please!"
Hank moved in, parting her pussyhair with his fingers, and placed his hot, soft tongue on her vibrating clit. That sweet pink flap of flesh was more than ready for him. Connie shoved her hips up, grinding her cunt into Hank's face, almost knocking the hunter's cap from his head, and he fought to keep her loins in position. Very lightly at first, he began to circle her clit with the point of his rigid tongue, but he had to move quickly, because Connie was beginning to bump and grind. His lapping and Bob's tit-sucking were making her so hot, she couldn't stay still.
"Faster, faster!" Connie cried. "Lick me faster and harder, both of you! You're driving me crazy!"
Hank shoved his tongue into Connie's pussy and twirled it around and around against the smooth, wet walls of her cunt. It was all she needed to take her to the peak of her swirling dream of ecstasy. Pushing with all her might, she half-stood, half-lay with her feet planted squarely on the bed and only her feet and her shoulders and head touching the sheets. Her back was completely up in the air as she pushed her groin up to meet Hank's now vigorously lapping tongue.
He was swabbing her cunt like a brush on a bottle-washing machine, pushing it in and out rapidly and alternating his piston-like tongue strokes with wide sweeps around her quivering cuntlips. And all the time, Bob kept up his incessant sucking of her tits, which now were flopping about like giant water wings in a windstorm.
With one gigantic convulsive lunge, Connie's body tensed and then shuddered as her cunt burst forth with a searing hot explosion.
"Eeeeewww!" she yelled. "I'm coming! I'm commmiiinnng!"
She lay back on the bed, her face contorted in an expression of pain-pleasure, her eyes tightly shut, mouth gaping. Her hands reached down to grasp Hank's bouncing head and pull him into her crotch. His nose went completely inside her slobbering, throbbing cunt, and the juices flowing from her erupting cunt soaked his mustache and ran down into his open mouth. His tongue flicked out to catch as much of the delectable come as he could get.
Connie's entire body ached a delicious ache and it felt like every muscle in her thoroughly satisfied pussy would go on quaking and shimmering for days. She was so completely spent, she thought there could never be anything as good as this in the universe. Every tingling nerve in her body was alive as she lay back, soaking in the rapture of this supremely blissful afterglow. She was a satisfied woman.
Hank and Bob had topped anything she'd discovered about sex up to now. Bill had been great. Pat had been superb. Art had been fantastic. But the honey bath and tongue licking of Hank and Bob had been nothing short of sensational!
And to think that she had been afraid of this little guy with the Fu Manchu and the hunter's cap that he wore like a baseball catcher. He had a tongue that was created for cuntlicking. And he had given her a performance she'd never forget!
Connie glanced over at Pat and Art, who were still going strong. Art had pressed his entire body against Pat as he licked the honey from her so that he was covered with it, too. He had then cleaned it all from her, bringing her off in a glorious display of cuntlicking, and now she was doing the same to him with a grand finale of cocksucking. Her head was bobbing up and down furiously as she took a face-fucking that obviously was turning her on as much as Art. She was enjoying his huge, ten-inch cock as much as Connie had. It stood straight up as he lay on his back and Pat worked over him.
"I'm coming, baby!" he shouted suddenly. "Take it all, sweetheart! I'm commmiiinnng!"
His vein-bulged cock throbbed and pounded as she gripped it with both hands, her wide mouth firmly around it as she slid up and down on it, her lips thick and wet as she took his cascading torrent of sticky white come into her throat.
She continued her furious sucking until every drop of Art's fuck-juice had been drained from his enormous cock. Still, she continued to suck him, reluctant to let his monstrous cock leave her hot mouth. A trickle of come oozed from the corner of her mouth as she slowed her sucking strokes and watched Art's body relax, savoring the comfort that only a good hard sucking or fucking can create.
"I haven't had this much fun since the time those female exchange students from Red China came in to see how we cooked chop suey, and we fucked them in the kitchen," Hank said. "You two broads can really fuck and suck up a storm."
Art and Bob were equally appreciative of Connie and Pat's abilities in bed. "I was afraid we were going to get up here in the woods and not be able to get our nuts off without beating our meat," Art said. "But you two sure solved that problem."
"Hey, how about you ladies doing something really nice now and getting us something to eat and a good stiff drink?" Bob asked.
"We'd be only too happy to, wouldn't we, Pat?" Connie said. "After all, they've done a lot for us."
"Sure, let's go," Pat said.
Without bothering to put on any clothes, Connie and Pat went down to the kitchen. Since there were no cabins-and certainly no towns-for miles around, it seemed silly to get dressed.
"You fix the bourbon and water, and I'll fix some sandwiches," Connie said. "Then, after we eat, we'll have to get started back. I want to get there before the children come home from school."
"That's a shame," Pat said. "I was just beginning to have some fun. Especially Art. My God, Connie, he's got a cock on him like a pile driver. And it never seems to go down!"
"I know," Connie replied. "And Hank and Bob really surprised me, too. They must have been eating cunt all their lives. They drove me out of my mind the way they tongued me and licked that honey off. It was absolutely wild. Especially Hank. He even had honey in his eyebrows, to say nothing of his Fu Manchu. That was so wet, he looked like a Chinaman who'd been baptized in a lake!"
"Oh, Connie, sometimes you are a scream," Pat said. "Where do you get such weird thoughts?"
Suddenly the two women were startled by a loud thump on the back porch, just off the kitchen. "What the hell was that?" Pat said.
"I don't know," Connie said. "Probably another deer. At least I hope so."
She went to the door and looked out, then screamed a terrifying scream. She didn't have a chance to lock the door before it burst open and in walked two of the dirtiest, scroungiest looking men she'd ever seen in her life. Pat was frozen in her tracks as the men grabbed Connie and one of them advanced toward her. Both had long, scraggly black beards and wore coveralls and battered felt hats that were filthy with the grime of years of wear. They carried shotguns, and both had them trained on Connie and Pat.
"No need to get all upset, Miss," one of them drawled. "We don't mean you no harm. That is, unless you give us some trouble. So just relax and we'll see to it you get some nice friendly mountain hospitality."
"Wha... what do you want?" Connie sputtered. "Go away and leave us alone. We'll give you anything you want. Just don't hurt us."
"We don't want much, sweetheart," the big one-the apparent leader-said. "We'll just take a little of your ass, won't we, Jeb?"
"That's all, Clete," the other replied. "Just some of this fine, sweet, soft ass. Don't see much of the likes of you up here in the woods. We'd hate to see you get outta here 'fore we grab a little of your good fuckin'."
Hank and Art and Bob had heard Connie's scream and came running down the stairs, also bare-assed, to see what was the matter. They pulled up short when they saw Jeb and Clete and found themselves staring down the barrels of their shotguns.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?" Hank said. "Get the fuck out of here!"
"You gonna make us, chicken cock?" Jeb said. "Now get on over there agin' the wall, alia ya."
There was no way that the three businessmen could do anything against these tough woodsmen, especially when they were pointing shotguns at their balls. They lined up against the wall as they were told.
Here, Jeb, take this rope and tie these fellers up so's they don't get in the way while we show them how to fuck a lady," Clete said.
Years of experience in the wild north country made it easy for Jeb to lash Hank and Art and Bob together tightly, their arms firmly tied behind their backs. They sat on the floor, their knees pulled up, their cocks and balls exposed as Jeb also tied their ankles.
"That should hold 'em for a while," Clete said. "Now you, cunt, come here." He motioned to Connie as he sat down in a chair at the kitchen table. "Keep 'em covered, Jeb, especially the other cunt."
Trembling with fright, Connie walked slowly to Clete and stood before him. "Now get down on your knees and take my cock out, you fucking big tit bitch," he snarled. "You're going to get me hot with that sweet mouth of your'n."
Slowly, reluctantly, Connie began to unsnap his grimy coveralls and pull them down. Jeb had on a long, dirty gray union suit underneath, and it smelled strongly of sweat and dirt and piss. She nearly threw up as she carried out Jab's instructions. Revulsion filled her mind, and she wished that she had a weapon that she could lay her hands on and do away with this monster who was turning her pleasure-filled day into a nightmare.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"These bitches sure got some sweet tits, ain't they, Jeb?" Clete said. "And some nice, long sweet legs. Yes indeedy. We're in for some mighty good fun today!"
Clete grinned a toothless grin, revealing a few tobacco-stained teeth and several holes where there used to be teeth but were no more. His cackling laugh echoed through Connie's brain and sent a chill down her spine.
"Right nice, I'd reckon," Jeb agreed. "Guess we oughta show 'em how much we like 'em."
Connie had Clete's overalls down around his ankles now, and was unbuttoning the fly of his long johns. His cock was hard as the barrel of his shotgun, and the crotch of his underwear bulged as his rod strained to get out. Connie could hardly stand the smell of Clete's dirty crotch and his filthy long johns, but she knew she had no choice but to do as she was told. If she didn't there was no telling what fate might befall her. And she knew there was nothing that Hank or Bob or Art or Pat could do to help her. She was all alone to face this burly, sadistic monster. She knew she would have to suck his dirty cock-as much as she loathed it-and God knows what else, if she was to get out of this alive.
As Connie undid the last button on his underwear, Clete's stiff cock flipped out and stood up straight and tall, only inches from her face. It certainly was a big, meaty hunk of cock, Connie had to admit that. If he had been clean-shaven and washed, he might be a fantastic piece of ass at that, she thought. He certainly was built!
"How's that for a healthy pecker, sweet stuff?" Clete said. "Think you can handle all that? If you can't, maybe we should get your girlfriend over her to help out."
Not wanting to involve Pat in such a horrible fate, Connie chose to do it herself. "It's a big one, all right, but I'd like to suck it myself," she said.
"OK, dearie, go to it then," Clete demanded. "What are you waiting for?"
Connie took the throbbing red head of Clete's cock and gingerly put it into her mouth. She almost gagged. Hoping he would be satisfied with only the head in her mouth, she began to pump slowly up and down, keeping only about an inch of the big, pounding dick between her lips.
But it was obvious that Clete was having none of that. Without a word, he reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head onto his cock. His rigid prick went ramming down her throat, and she was helpless to stop his cruelty. The rock-hard cock nearly choked her as it filled her mouth and slid down to press into her throat. She could feel his burning flesh as it heated her tongue, and she realized that he would be satisfied with nothing less than a vigorous and complete blowjob.
She held her breath and decided that she would get him off as quickly as possible and end this degrading and distasteful experience. There was no sense prolonging the inevitable, she thought.
Ignoring the odor and the salty taste of stale piss on his prick and balls, Connie grasped Clete's cock and began to suck it with all the swiftness and imagination she could muster. Down went her head, taking his entire thick hard cock into her wet mouth. Her saliva lubricating the shaft so it glistened, she loosened her tight lips slightly on the downstroke, then sucked so hard her cheeks were depressed on the upstroke. His cock responded with a throbbing that pounded in her ears as she swiftly brought him to the boiling point.
"Now you got it, bitch," Clete moaned. "That's the way to suck a cock! Take it all, you sweet bitch. Suck it all!"
Jeb stood wide-eyed and transfixed as he watched the furious display of cocksucking and ball licking that Connie was putting on. Hank and Bob and Art and Pat looked on, abhorring the monstrous act that Clete was perpetrating on poor Connie, lamenting the fact that they were powerless to prevent it.
Clete clutched once again at the back of Connie's head, this time with both hands, pulling her down onto his cock with such brutal force that she nearly bit him as her lips went sliding down his cock. Her nose was pushed right into his smelly pubic hair as he reached his climax.
"Now, cunt!" he cried, his head straining back over the chair as he held her face against him. "Suck me, cunt! I'm commmiiinnng!"
He shot a load of hot come straight down Connie's throat as her head was held immobile against his groin. His cock was absolutely filling her wet mouth, and she knew that if he did not release her soon she would choke on his gigantic load of jism. It was a tremendous glob of white sticky juice that was trickling down her throat.
"Well now, bitch, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Clete said as he let go of Connie's hair and let her get her breath. "How did you like sucking a real mountain prick?" He picked up his red, swollen cock and wiped it on the stained and grimy long johns, then slipped it back, still throbbing softly, inside his fly.
"Tell you what, Jeb," Clete said, as Connie lay back on the floor, exhausted and disgusted by her ordeal. "I was gonna say why don't you take a piece of this other bitch, but I got a better idea. You can do your funny stuff on the one that sucked me when we get back to the shack later. Right now, why don't we bring in Skipper and let him get his nuts off? Like that idea?"
Jab's eyes lighted up. "That's a real good idea, Clete," he said. "I'd like to see how this other whore here likes dog meat."
Pat couldn't believe her ears-at least she didn't want to. She'd had all kinds of men, and she'd fucked them and sucked them and had everything they could think of using shoved up her ass and her cunt, and she'd loved women and young boys and even, a couple of times, young girls. But she'd always drawn the line at animals. Even Nero, her own German shepherd, who was the most loving pet a person could have, with a cock as big as a fencepost, had no appeal for her. She thought bestiality was repulsive.
So she was sweating and shaking as Clete opened the back door. "Here, Skipper," he called. "Here, boy."
In bounded a mangy old hound dog with drooping ears and a coat that was as dirty and unkempt as his master's. The dog's tongue hung out to the side of his mouth about six inches and was drooling and dripping as he went around the room, sniffing and licking assholes and cunts and cocks and balls. His tail was wagging with delight, and it was obvious to Pat that he knew the scent of human crotches. No doubt these two animals-Jeb and Clete-used the dog for sex, themselves, on cold winter nights here in the woods. Matter of fact, they probably used him on warm, summer nights, too, since there were no women for miles around.
"OK, cunt, get down on all fours," Clete snarled at Pat. "Right over here in the middle of the floor, where old Skipper can have plenty of room to give it to you good."
Connie's eyes were like saucers as she watched her friend crawl to the center of the kitchen floor. Skipper was dancing and prancing about, as excited as an old maid in a candle factory, his tongue dripping and panting. He couldn't wait to mount Pat's ass and sink his long hard cock into her.
"Grab ahold that damned dog and calm him down, Jeb," Clete said. "He'll get his nuts off 'fore he even gets to humpin' this bitch."
Jeb cradled Skipper in his arms and tried to calm him as Pat got into position to receive the animal.
He positioned the dog right behind Pat as she kneeled on the floor, her firm, round ass pointing up, nose-high for him. Still holding the dog so that he wouldn't jump all over Pat yet, Jeb let Skipper reach up to Pat's ass with his nose.
"Go ahead, Skipper, lick her all over nice and wet so it won't hurt so much when you start pumping your old meat-stick to her," Jeb said.
The dog's long, wet tongue shot out, lapping Pat's bunghole and her ass cheeks, and right down to her hairy pussy and cuntlips.
Pat was surprised how Skipper's long, warm tongue sent a tickle of lustful desire rippling through her loins. It was so warm and loving! Dogs have so much more tongue than a man, she thought! Why have I always resisted fucking one of these beasts? As Skipper's wet nose and tongue reached every nook and cranny of her open crotch, she suddenly realized that this might not be so bad, after all.
"OK, Jeb, let him loose," Clete said. "Let's see how he likes fuckin' this round-assed bitch." Pat's big, soft tits hung like cantaloupes as she bent forward, resting on her forearms, ready to take Skipper's dripping cock.
As soon as he was free, Skipper bounded forward and jumped up crazily, trying to connect with Pat's cunt. He kept lunging and bouncing and falling off her. His paws scratched the cheeks of her ass as he jumped on her, but she didn't feel the pain because her mind was concentrating on thoughts of the big dog-dick she was about to feel entering her.
"Goddamn it, calm him down!" Clete yelled. "The dumb asshole will never get into her the way he's jumping around."
Jeb grabbed skipper again and guided him to Pat's ass. "Pull your ass down a mite, bitch," he said. "You're too high in the air. That's why he ain't gettin' into ya." Pat lowered her thighs a bit, and Jeb lifted Skipper's front paws and placed them around Pat's ass, firmly shoving the dog's hips up to meet her quivering cunt-flesh.
That was all the help Skipper was going to need. He grabbed her thighs tightly, digging in with his forepaws, and began pumping his cock at her open cunt with rapid short strokes. After only a few lunges, Skipper's sheathed cock began to slip out, revealing a rosy, spear-shaped cockhead that gleamed from his juices. He hunched his back almost in a U-shape as he prodded her, looking for her wet and welcome cuntal opening.
He found it quickly and slipped the tip of his ever-growing cock into her lust-laden cunt. As soon as he had made contact, Skipper went into a frenzy. His ass lunged back and forth with blurring speed.
"Oh, my God!" Pat moaned. "He's like a machine. I never felt anything like this in my life!" She swooned with passion and had to admit that she was really getting a royal fucking!
His cock was a full nine inches inside her now, and the big, hard knot had slipped out of his sheath and was banging at the door of her cunt with each lunge. How she wished that he could get that big ball of hard meat inside her, too. She almost wished she was a female dog so she could get hung up by Skipper and keep him inside her for hours.
"Hey, this bitch really likes ole Skipper, Clete!" Jeb laughed. He spit a gob of tobacco juice on the floor that nearly hit Connie's feet, and she was awakened from the stupor that the dog-fucking of Pat had put her in. She was disgusted by the scene before her, and wondered how in the world Pat could like what was happening to her.
Skipper continued to pound away at Pat's slippery pink cunt for what seemed like hours, filling her with load after load of dog-come, which drooled down her leg and covered her soft pussy hair till it was soaking wet.
"She's had enough," Clete said. "Damn dog would fuck her all night if we let him. But we gotta get back to the shack 'fore dark, and this here bitch will probably slow us down." He pointed to Connie.
Then Connie realized what he meant. She hadn't been listening closely earlier when he said Jeb could have her later, but now it dawned on her that they planned to kidnap her and take her back to their place in the woods! God only knew where it was, and how anyone would ever find her. And they might do almost anything to her when they finished fucking her.
The tension of the situation showed in the faces of the others, too. Pat, sprawled across the floor in a half-stupor from the dog-fucking, frowned despite her dazed condition, and the three hunters were trying desperately to break their bonds, but to no avail.
"If you two do anything to hurt this woman, we'll see to it that you're strung up by the balls," Art said.
"That so, sheep-shit?" Clete said, walking over to stand directly above Art. The businessman's big cock was standing straight out, as usual, but was harder than normal from watching the dog fucking Pat.
"And just how the fuck do you think you're gonna do that, eh?" he said.
Art didn't answer. He just scowled up at the woodsman and felt a feeling of deep loathing. Clete shifted the huge cud of tobacco in his cheek and worked up a gob of juice. Then he stood leaning over Art and let the gob of brown fall directly down on Art's hardon. It was a perfect hit! The slimy, drooling glob landed right on his cockhead and oozed over the sides, dripping slowly to the floor. Skipper came over to lick it up, but Clete shooed him away.
"Leave it be, Skipper," Clete said. "Let Mr. Big Balls here watch that stuff stain his cock brown. Then maybe he'll learn to keep his mouth shut."
Then he turned his attention back to Connie. "OK, get yourself a coat and put on some shoes, bitch," he said. "We got some walkin' to do."
"Oh, please, don't take me with you," she pleaded. "I'm a mother. I have to get home to my children. I'll do anything you want right her. If Jeb wants to get fucked, I'll do it right here."
"I said get your clothes!" Clete shouted. "Don't give me none of your lip. You're gonna get fucked and you're gonna suck us, all right, but maybe we might want some more tomorrow, and the next night, and maybe clear through to next winter... who knows? We ain't leavin' a good cocksucker like you here to waste yourself on these here assholes."
Connie began to pull on her panties and bra, and Clete made her take them off. "I said get a coat!" he raged. "And get some shoes on. Where you're goin', and what you're gonna do, you won't need no more clothes'n that. Now get a move on 'fore I tan your hide for ya."
Out of her mind with anxiety and worry, Connie fumbled with her coat and tried desperately to pull on her hiking boots. She sat in a kitchen chair, the coat open in the front, her legs pulled up as she worked at the boots. Her pussy stretched wide and inviting, covered with furry soft auburn hair.
Her friends sat watching her, anxious about her safety, but her spread legs and luscious cunt were having their effect on Hank, Art and Bob. All three sat, hands still tied behind them and ankles trussed, their knees up. Almost in unison, their cocks began rising as they gazed at Connie's voluptuous body. Her tits jiggled and flopped as she pulled on the boots. The coat fell open and exposed her round, curving thighs, and they all yearned to fuck her just once more before she left.
"OK, let's get movin'," Clete said after Connie was clad in boots and coat and Jeb had finished tying Pat with the men. "We got a good bit a hikin' to do. Reckon the rest o' the boys'll be happy to see the game we caught today, Jeb?"
"Yeah, they'll be mighty her up when they get their hands on this hunk o' meat, all right," Jeb replied. "But I'm first when we get her back to the shack, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, you're first, Jeb," Clete said. "Just don't do nothing to spoil her for the rest o' the boys. We got to keep her good for a while. Don't get ass like this everyday 'round here!"
And with that they were out the door, Skipper bounding behind them, jumping up on Connie and barking for more of her pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was a forest ranger's fire tower up the road, and Pat and the three men hurried along the short trail from the lake.
"I hope he has a gun or two that we can borrow," Hank said. "I'd like to go find that shack, myself and wipe the stupid bastards out."
"Forget it," Bob said. "You'd never make it to the shack without a ranger, and if they knew you had a gun, they'd blast you before you got anywhere near it. Remember, we're in their element, now. They know the woods; you don't. Better leave it to the experts."
They reached the tower and quickly scrambled up the stairs, blurting out their dilemma to the ranger on duty.
"That sounds like the Everett brothers to me," he said. "They're said to be pretty tough and crazy. Couple of college girls got lost in the woods up here one summer and those two kept them prisoner for nearly four years."
It didn't sound good, and Art, Hank, Bob and Pat were clearly worried about Connie's safety. If they couldn't get her back soon, she might be better off dead.
"Their camp, to the best of my knowledge, is about twenty miles from here, over near Walzer Lake," the ranger said. "I've never been there, but I know it's the most inaccessible part of the mountains. Hard to get to, swampy and rocky, and just plain rough going."
The ranger got on the telephone to his headquarters and explained the situation. "I'd suggest a helicopter and at least twenty-five armed men and a medical team," he said. "We're dealing with dangerous people here."
When he was off the phone, he said, "Well, help is on the way. We should have a manhunt underway in a matter of an hour or two. Better pour yourselves a cup of coffee and try to relax."
Meanwhile, Connie was already tired and worn from her trek through the hills with the Everett brothers. Her coat was torn, her hair disheveled, her hands and face covered with cuts and bruises from low-hanging limbs and underbrush. Her feet ached, and she was sick with fear and anxiety.
Jeb and Clete, who'd spent their whole lives in the mountains, set a fast pace. After about four hours, which to Connie seemed like a week, they approached a ramshackle old cabin made out of logs and stone. It looked to Connie more like a woodshed than anything a human being could live in. A small fire was smoldering outside, and three men, all as scraggly and dirty as the Everett brothers, were sitting around it. Another stood in the doorway.
"Hey, Clete, whatcha got there?" one of them called out. "Is that a bitch you got there?"
"Sure is," Clete answered. "There's gonna be fuckin' for everybody, tonight. But Jeb here's first. He helped me bring her home, and I promised him first crack at her."
"God almighty, look at this cunt!" another hollered, getting up from the fire. "What a dandy piece o' flesh! Oh, shit! Am I ever gonna pound the meat to this one!"
Others inside the shack heard the commotion and came outside to see what was going on. A quick count told Connie that she was in for it. There were nine of them altogether, including Jeb and Clete. God only knew what they would make her do. She fought to keep back the tears and to blot the scene from her mind. But it was impossible.
It was a nightmare, and she was living it!
"It's a pretty night," Jeb said to Clete. "Let's fuck her right out here in the yard."
"OK by me," Clete replied. "Just haul that bedroll out here and we'll show her how it feels to take on the lot of us."
A big, burly ox named Edgar came out of the shack, dragging a pad made of deerskin. It was dirty, and lumpy and smelled as though a wet goat had been sleeping on it. He dumped it on the ground by the fire. The men gathered around, grinning and leering at Connie. Some of them held their crotches and played with the bulges that had already begun to form there.
"Get your coat off, cunt," Clete said. "Can't do nothin' with that in the way."
Connie's hands trembled as she slowly unbuttoned the coat and let it drop to the ground. She stood in the flickering light of the fire, its dancing flames reflecting off the soft, curving mounds of her tits, casting shadows that played on the golden tan of her flat belly and long tapered legs.
Eighteen eyes were on her, drinking in her loveliness, and they all spelled violence and degradation and lust. Connie knew this would be a night that would be etched forever in her memory. She only hoped she would survive it.
"OK, Jeb, she's all yours," Clete said. "Go to it."
Jab's face was like that of a maniac. His eyes bulged, and his mouth was drooling tobacco juice as he grabbed Connie roughly and dragged her to the bedroll. "Just lay down here and play with yourself and get it wet," Jeb said. "I'll be right back. Just gonna get my womanizer strapped on." And he disappeared into the shack.
Connie lay on the bedroll as the others gathered around and sat cross-legged on the ground. Connie's hand went to her cunt as she tried to get her clit excited enough to start her juices flowing.
But it was useless. She was so scared and so disgusted by these horrible, filthy men that getting aroused was the last thing on her mind. She wondered what Jeb meant by his "womanizer" and all sorts of terrible thoughts passed through her mind about what she might be subjected to.
Jeb came back and stood over her. She saw what he had meant.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "You can't put that thing in me! You'll kill me!"
"Nah, it won't hurt you, bitch," Jeb said. "You're gonna love it."
He was still fully clothed, but protruding out from the crotch of his pants was the largest prick Connie had ever seen. It was shriveled and dry, but even in that state, it was a full three inches around and must have been over a foot long!
This huge cock was strapped to Jeb with a weird combination of leather thongs and strips of bark from a sapling.
"What is that thing?" Connie asked, her voice trembling with fear.
"Why it's just a cock from a old black bear," Jeb said. "Too bad he ain't alive to give you a little of what we're all gonna get. But he ain't, so I'll just pretend I'm him. Won't that be fun, bitch? Just close your eyes and think about getting fucked by a big black bear."
And with that he slipped between her trim, soft thighs and, holding the bear cock in one hand, shoved it into her cunt. It was dry, and the big petrified cock tore her as he tried to shove it up her.
"Shit," Jeb said. "I told you to get it wet. You're drier'n a creek bed in July." He pulled out the bear cock, ripping her pussy walls as he did so. Then he held out his palm and spit a mammoth shot of tobacco juice into it. He then grasped the cock and slid his hand up and down on it, lubricating it with the brown juice, and tried again. This time the huge hunk of bear meat went sliding into Connie's cunt like a knife into melted butter. It spread the sides of her cunt wide apart as she took its full length into her loins.
"My God, what are you doing to me?" she cried. "You're out of your mind! Take that thing out of me before you rip me apart!"
But Jeb didn't hear her. His eyes were rolling up into his head, and he appeared to be in another world. His hands shot out like paws to rake at her tits, and his hips were lunging at her in rhythmic, strong strokes as he drove the bear cock farther and farther into her stretched and aching cunt.
"Rrrrooowww," Jeb roared, his head lolling back and forth, his tongue hanging from his mouth dripping brown saliva. It was a guttural sound, welling up from deep within him. Connie realized that he was pretending he actually was a black bear! He wasn't actually fucking her, himself-he was the bear who was giving her this rough and hard fucking.
Again and again the long, hard bear prick jammed way up inside her, and Connie thought it would rip her apart. Her pussy felt as though it was being invaded by an army of crazed Mongol tribesmen all at once! This nightmare-and Connie knew it was only the beginning of the nightmare went on for nearly ten minutes before Jeb finally let out a tremendous growl and a huge wet circle appeared on his grimy coveralls as he lay back and slowly eased the gigantic bear cock from her sore and aching cunt.
This weird man had come in his pants, and he finally had finished his bear act. She lay back and stretched her legs and dreamed of her rescue. She knew it was a long shot, but she knew she had to keep up hope or she would go mad!
"Real good fuckin' you gave her, Jeb," Clete said, and the rest of the men grinned and shouted their approval. "She's a mite better 'n that damned old doe we got tied up out back," one of them said. "I'm gettin' damned tired o' her."
Then Edgar, the big, burly one who had dragged out the bedroll, told Clete he wanted to be next. "You better wait, Edgar," Clete said. "You might finish her 'fore the other boys get theirs. You can be mighty rough on a bitch." Edgar sulked, but he didn't protest.
"How about you pud pickers," Clete said, nodding to three men sitting farthest from the fire. Connie noticed that all of them had their cocks out and were jerking them with their fists. All of them had roaring hard ons that shone like marble in the dancing light of the fire. "Wright, you and Rufus and Stanley go ahead and relieve yourselves with the lady."
The three men advanced to the middle of the circle and stood over Connie's soft, sensuous body. She wondered if they would all try to fuck her at the same time. She had no idea how they could do that, but at this stage of the game she knew almost anything was possible.
But instead of getting in position to jam their big cocks into her, they remained standing over her, continuing to jerk off. Finally, Wright kneeled down next to her face and the others followed his lead, grouped around her head, with their stiff cocks bobbing and pounding only inches from her cheeks and eyes as they beat their pricks harder and harder.
Soon they were all coming-one by one-shooting huge, dripping loads of gooey white come onto Connie's face and neck and tits. The hot blobs of jism spread like molten steel over her cheeks and nose, running onto her lips and into her open mouth. The jism ran in little rivers over her nipples.
As the last drops of their thick, warm come fell from their cocks, the three wiped themselves with their free hands, and cleaned off their pants. As they slowly returned to their place by the fire, they kept their cocks in their hands and continued to massage them.
Over the next several hours, the others repeatedly gang-banged Connie. They fucked her in the ass. They double-fucked her as one gave her a cock in the cunt and another shoved his cock into her mouth at the same time. Sometimes they fucked her standing up, with one in her cunt and another in her asshole. If there were any sexual positions or degrading acts known to man that they did not use, Connie was not aware of them.
She was nearly at the point of passing out completely when Clete said, "Where the hell is Edgar? It's his turn now. Everybody else has had a shot at the cunt." But the big ape, Edgar, was nowhere to be found. "Musta got hisself pissed off and gone out with the doe," Jeb said.
"Fuck him," Clete said. "He don't wanna hang around and wait his turn, he don't get no fuckin' a'tall. Tie up the cunt and let's all get some rest. We'll get some more outta her in the mornin'."
Jeb and one of the others lashed Connie to a small birch tree and joined the rest inside the shack. Despite her fatigue and the ache in her body-especially her cunt-Connie could think only of escape as she lay against the tree in the darkness. As soon as she was alone, she began trying to break free of her bonds. But she was tied tightly, and there seemed to be no chance of it.
Groping behind her in the darkness, however, her hand fell on a sharp object. It couldn't be! It wasn't possible! But it was true, it was a piece of broken glass. Feverishly, she began hacking away at the cords on her wrists. It was hard going, but she stayed with it. After what seemed like hours, she felt one hand slipping free. And then it was out! She wriggled out and stood up. Her legs were weak, and at first she tumbled back to the ground. But she was determined to get away.
She crawled along the ground, feeling for her shoes. First she found the left one, and a few feet away, the other, and slipped into them. But she couldn't find her coat. Apparently, one of the men was sleeping on it.
No matter, Connie thought. I'll get out of here without clothes, if necessary, but I've got to start making tracks.
She had no idea which way to go, nor could she find a path through the woods, but she set out, anyway. In the darkness, she banged into trees, scratched her body from head to toe on branches, turned her ankles several times, and was utterly exhausted and thirsty. She was afraid she might be going in circles, but she had no way of knowing. Finally, she stepped in water and heard the rippling of a brook. After dabbing water on her bruised and aching flesh, she lay down on the bank and fell asleep.
Voices in the distance awoke her as dawn was breaking, and she was afraid the Everett brothers and their gang were tracking her down. She stepped into the water and headed downstream to throw Skipper off the scent, just in case he was with them. Finally, she could go no farther, and she sat down in the brook under an overhanging tree. She knew she would be caught again, but she no longer cared. She was too tired to try any longer.
"Are you Mrs. Harper?" came a male voice behind her.
Connie jumped half out of her skin. She whirled, filled with dread, and saw to her surprise and delight that it was a forest ranger. She burst out crying, releasing all her pent-up fear and hurt.
He waded into the water and draped a blanket around her shoulders. Her body shook with the sobs that welled up from within her, and she buried her head in his strong, broad chest. His arms went around her and held her tightly. She didn't think she had ever loved a man more than at this moment.
"I'm Ranger Morgan," he said. "You can call me Pete. You're safe now. I'll take you back to my outpost and call for a helicopter. Lucky I was trailing behind the rest of the search party. They passed right by you."
He lifted her up and carried her through the woods, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her head on his shoulder. Despite her exhaustion and the burning rawness in her cunt from repeated fuckings the night before, she closed her eyes and dreamed of this big, silent hero who was carrying her to safety.
"Are we almost there, Ranger Morgan?" Connie asked, pressing her soft but aching body against him.
"Almost Mrs. Harper," he replied. "But please call me Pete. I'm embarrassed by formality."
"OK, Pete," she said. "I guess it is a little silly under the circumstances. After all, you've seen me with no clothes on. How informal can you get?"
"That's right, ma'am," he said with a smile. "And I must say you're a very beautiful woman. And you've obviously been through a lot. I'm going to see that you're taken care of."
"I certainly hope so, Pete," she said coyly. She smiled as she noticed that he was blushing. Nestling her head back on his shoulder, she sighed deeply and dreamed of what it would be like to be taken care of by Pete Morgan. She made up her mind to find out.
CHAPTER NINE
Back at his outpost, which was a different one from the tower Connie's friends had found the day before, Morgan lay Connie down on a clean, soft bed and covered her with the blanket.
"You just rest and I'll get you a cup of tea," he said. "Then we'll get you cleaned up and attend to those scratches."
Connie lay back in the bed and stretched her bruised and aching body. It was wonderful to be back in one piece. And despite her horrible experience and all the sexual abuse she had taken only the night before, she couldn't help dwelling on this marvelous man who had rescued her.
He was big and strong and handsome, yet gentle as a kitten. She had felt his muscles bulging under his uniform, and knew that he was tough and hard, yet here he was making her a cup of tea and treating her like a queen! She felt that familiar, wet feeling slowly seeping into her pussy.
She noticed that his outpost was a small one, only large enough to accommodate one person, and hoped that she would be able to spend some time with him here alone without other members of the search party barging in.
"Here you go, ma'am," he said as he came back with the tea. "This will warm you up and make you feel better."
"Oh, thank you, Pete," she said. "But please call me Connie. I don't like formality either, you know."
"OK, Connie," he replied. "You know, I'm terribly sorry about what happened to you. It's a rare thing up here in the woods. This is where nature offers its finest moments. Normally it's the most peaceful and wonderful place a person could ever want to be. I must say, too, that your beauty is even greater than the beauty I find in the trees and flowers of the mountains. It's not often that I see someone as lovely as you up here. I lead a pretty solitary life."
Connie was struck by his words. So beautiful-almost like poetry. The flush of passion that had been growing in her now swept over her, and she felt as though she had been drawn to him by fate.
She finished the tea and handed the cup back to him. "Thanks a lot, Pete, that really helped," she said.
"Now I think we should get you cleaned up, and put something on those scratches," he said. "I'll draw you a bath, and while you're in the tub, I'll find something you can put on. I hope you don't mind an old Ranger uniform. I don't have much else."
"Anything you have will be just fine, Pete," Connie said. "But I'm not sure I can take a bath all by myself. My arms are pretty sore, and I'm not sure I can reach that well. Could you maybe help me with my back and my legs?"
Pete just looked at her, and Connie could see that he was getting hotter by the minute. The bulge in his pants was bigger, and he was breathing heavily.
He filled the tub with hot, soapy water, and Connie stood next to him, the blanket draped around her. "OK, all set," he said as the water reached the top.
Connie let the blanket slide slowly from her shoulders and glide to the floor. She stood next to him, her nude body brushing lightly against him as he held her hand and helped her into the tub. The look on his face told her that he wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted him to do it. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to feel him empty his balls of all the hot come he had been holding during those long months in the woods.
"Ohhh, this feels good," Connie said as she stretched out in the tub. "You know just what's good for me, Pete."
"Yes, Connie, that's right," he said. "The water will help relieve the tension in your muscles and soothe the scratches and bruises."
"And it will also turn me on; I hope you realize that," she said. "But of course, I don't need much help with that right now."
Pete picked up a washcloth from the rack and began gently massaging Connie's back with soapy water. Without a word, his big, tough but gentle hands worked their way over her shoulders and in circular motions up and down her spine. She felt goosepimples race up and down her legs and arms as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the wondrous feel of his hands on her.
"Now lean back and let me do your legs," he said. She sank back in the water and raised her legs so that they rested on either side of the tub. The water covered her cunt, and the soapsuds hid it from view, but her legs were now exposed right up to within a few inches of her cunt.
Pete began massaging her feet, then worked his way up her calves and over her thighs, then gently glided over the inner parts of her legs. After going over both legs in this manner, he let his hand stray beneath the waterline and, with a cake of soap in his hand, began lathering up her pussy hair.
The soap and his fingers lightly massaged her cuntlips and her clit, and in no time at all, Connie felt her body straining to meet his rhythmic strokes. Her cunt was beginning to throb. Her whole being concentrated on the lovely feeling of heavenly contentment and passion he was creating. She pushed her cunt to him in unison with his strokes, her tummy heaving slowly. Her big, soft tits bobbed slowly up and down, pushing great mounds of soapsuds up nearly to Pete's face. He gently blew the suds away and leaned over to suck one of her erect and tingling nipples as it broke the water's surface.
"Ooohhhh, Pete, that feels just marvelous," she sighed. "Suck on it, darling. Run your tongue all over it. I want you to fuck me, you sweet man. Will you fuck me good, Pete? Will you fuck me now?"
"Yes, Connie, yes," Pete said. "I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I can't wait any longer!"
He helped her from the tub and dried her off quickly with a towel. Then he led her to the bedroom and peeled off his uniform. Connie lay watching him, growing hotter by the minute as she gazed at his perfectly developed body.
He was like a Greek god, she thought. Broad, hard muscled shoulders and biceps, with a tight, hard chest that tapered to a slim waist and small ass. His legs bulged with muscles, too, and his chest was covered with soft blond hair. His flat, hairy belly stretched out just above a broad clump of curly pubic hair.
And sticking straight out from that sweet bush was a stiff, hard, robust cock that seemed to Connie almost like a limb from one of the trees Pete loved so much. The head of his cock was wide and smooth, its skin stretched to the breaking point as it bounced up and down with the beat of the blood that coursed through it.
What a gorgeous and delightful man, she thought. What a gorgeous and delightful prick! Connie couldn't wait to feel it filling her desire-filled cunt.
"Take me, darling," she sighed. "Take me and fuck me till neither of us can take any more!" She spread her legs wide apart and opened her arms to receive him.
Pete didn't bother with foreplay. He knew that both he and Connie were more than ready for a good, hard fucking. He slid on top of her, slipping his arms under her shoulders as she grasped him tightly around the neck. His cock was poised at her slippery and open cuntlips. In one simultaneous move, he pressed his lips to her as he shoved his huge and pounding cock directly into her cunt. He felt the warmth of her cunt caressing his cock as he pumped his hips and rubbed against her soft, gentle body.
Connie wrapped her long, athletic legs over Pete's back and pulled him farther into her as she moved her ass in a nice, sensuous circular motion, in tune with his thrusts. Their tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths and their hands explored each other's bodies as their passion grew and soared.
"Oh, Pete, darling, you are a stupendous lover!" Connie cried. "Give me everything you have, my love."
Raising to his knees and forearms, Pete began to shove his cock into her feverish wet pussy in long and driving strokes. Faster and faster he pumped. His long cock was pressing the walls of her cunt like an oversized fist as it reached up to stimulate her little clit. With each stroke, she drew closer and closer to the brink of exploding in a fiery burst of orgasmic delight.
Of all the lovers she had had in this wild and crazy week, Pete was the best. He was the fulfillment of every sexual fantasy Connie had ever had!
His cock was like a magic wand of lust that turned her into a fucking wildcat. She was thrashing and churning all over the bed now, her legs pumping faster and faster against Pete's ass as she squeezed his big, strong body. With each squeeze, she felt him growing bigger within her. At any moment, she knew he would send into her a stream of hot come that would set her loins on fire.
She wanted his come to fill her pussy-wanted it so bad she could taste it. And she wanted to swallow it. She wanted to melt into him and become one with this big, strong, magnificent man.
"God, Connie, you're so hot and wet inside," Pete moaned. "I want to push it way up you. I want to give you all the cock you can take."
Yes, yes, yes, darling, do it!" she moaned. "That's just what I want! Fuck me as hard as you can! I want to feel every inch of you way inside my pussy!"
Pete's cock was bulging now, pounding and throbbing as it swelled almost to the breaking point. In and out of Connie's soaking cunt it flew. His balls slammed against the cheeks of her ass with every thrust of his cock, and she shuddered with delight, relishing each slap of that big sac of flesh.
Her body was afire as he fucked her for all he was worth. Then, like a flash of lightning in her loins, she felt that sweet, excruciating, paralyzing moment of exquisite torture just before the geyser broke through deep in her cunt, and she quaked and convulsed and screamed with the sheer animal madness of a woman being fucked out of her mind. Her ass leaped in the air, actually pushing the big ranger up at least a foot. He pushed back hard, lunging deeper and deeper into her as they squirmed and tossed on the bed, locked in a tormented frenzy of incredible passion.
Her legs were around him, riding him like a jockey would spur a horse, grinding her heels into his sides. Her face was contorted in a grimace that signaled a mixture of unbridled pleasure and pain.
"Aaaaiiieeee!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Oooohhhh, Fuck me!"
Her screams turned to sobs of untamed sexual hunger. Her hands were everywhere-digging her fingernails into Pete's brawny shoulders, scraping down his back and running up his neck and through his curly blonde hair. Her mouth ran over his face, kissing his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his neck and ears-any spot she could find. Connie was like a demon whose very soul was possessed by lust and passion released, to run amok and soak up greedily every bit of sexual pleasure that could be found.
"Ooohhh, Pete, keep pounding meeeeee!" she cried. "Don't stop! My cunt's on fire!"
Pete had no intention of stopping. He was ramming his huge cock into her slithering pussy with such force, he thought it would burst. His body was so hot, Connie thought it would scorch her, especially her cunt. His cock was like a burning poker as it banged and thumped inside her. Then she felt it swell and throb as it suddenly boiled over and a stream of come shot from him, cascading through her cuntal passage within her, sloshing and massaging every quivering muscle in her damp and panting pussy.
Like a reflex action over which he had no control, Pete continued to pump his cock into Connie long after their mutually incredible and soul-racking orgasms. She rode with him quietly as they came down together from the crest of the sexual wave they had ridden. It was like floating on a sea of soft come as they bobbed and tossed softly on the bed. Connie was in a dream state as she caressed Pete's broad back and squeezed her cuntlips gently to stroke his big cock.
"Thank you for rescuing me, sweetheart, and thank you for giving me the most beautiful fucking I could ever hope for," she cooed. She blew softly in his ear and ran her tongue around and in it as she spoke.
"It was a mutual thing, Connie," he said, holding her closely in his arms, his cock still throbbing gently in her well-lubricated cunt. "You are the most luscious woman I've ever known, and you can fuck like you invented it. I thought you were going to pull my balls out!"
"I'd like to," she said with a laugh. "I'd like to take them home and keep them in a little box and take them out and kiss them whenever I think of you."
"You know, we have to think soon about calling in and reporting that I found you," Pete said. "They'll be wondering where I am."
"Yes, I know, but first I just want to do one more thing," she said.
She told Pete to lie down flat, which he did. Then she crawled on top of him in the sixty-nine position and began to lick his still-hard and slippery cock. It was covered with a mixture of come and cuntjuice. She grasped his cock firmly at the base and stretched it tight, sucking it lovingly, cleaning from it every drop of the white sticky fluid.
Pete realized what she wanted from him, and was only too happy to oblige. He reached into her moist, damp crotch and slipped his tongue as far into her cunt as it would go. He lapped around and around the slippery walls of her twat, tonguing her cuntjuice into his waiting mouth.
The mutual licking aroused Connie quickly, and Pete brought her off three times in rapid succession as she sucked faster and faster on his pulsating prick. They weren't such violent and mind-boggling orgasms as the first one, but they were satisfying and pleasant to Connie. They were the fitting close to an absolutely delicious and fulfilling fuck-session.
After she had gotten Pete's rocks off one more time and cleaned his come off once again, she finally realized that all good things must come to an end.
"Well, I hate to say it, but I think it's time for you to call in, don't you think, darling?" she said.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Pete said.
Pet went to the phone and called his headquarters. "They're going to send a helicopter to a clearing about a half-mile from here," he said. "We'll have to go down there and meet them. Should be here in about half an hour."
"OK, let me get into these old clothes of yours, and we'll be off," she said.
They dressed and started down the trail. She was headed back to reality-back to the role of housewife and mother, back to the so-so sex-life with Jim. She didn't know what lay in store for her. Not after all the new-found sexual thrills with Bill, and with Pat, Hank, Bob and Art, and with Pete, to say nothing of the exotic and weird fucking from the mountain men, but she would give it a try and see what happened.
Maybe, just maybe, she could use some of her new experience to bring Jim out of his inhibitions and disinterest in fucking. If she could, she'd have everything she craved right at home.
She'd have the answer, one way or the other, soon.
CHAPTER TEN
The helicopter ride was short and easy. The rangers took her and Pete to her own camp, where Jim, Bill, Pat, and the three hunters, as well as a swarm of state troopers and forest rangers were waiting. She felt almost like a celebrity as she got out of the chopper and Jim grabbed her in his arms.
"Oh, Connie, thank God you're alive!" Jim said. "It was a nightmare."
"We were so worried for you!" Pat said. "We called Jim and Bill, and they were here all night."
"Well, it wasn't exactly a picnic," Connie told them. "But I'm here, and we have Ranger Morgan to thank for a lot of things." She smiled at him, and he stepped forward to shake hands with Jim.
"Thank you, Officer," Jim said. "I can't thank you enough for what you did for my wife."
"It was just in the line of duty, sir," Pete said. "I was glad to be of service."
Connie smiled to herself at the double meaning. She didn't reveal to anyone what was on her mind, but she couldn't help feeling a warm glow as she thought of the wonderful service Pete had given her. Her thoughts drifted back to only an hour ago when his gorgeous, big prick had been firmly planted in her hot cunt, and she'd gone crazy, fucking him.
"I'm sorry we couldn't do anything to stop those crazy Everett brothers, Mrs. Harper," Art said. "If we'd only had our guns handy when they'd barged in, this never would have happened."
"Don't blame yourselves, Mr. Hofler, nor you either, Mr. Raggio and Mr. Langford," Connie said formally, not wanting Jim to guess how closely she'd gotten to the three vacationing businessmen. "I know there was nothing you could do."
Bill stepped forward and took her hand. "Connie, Jim and I brought a pilot along who can fly your plane back," he said. "We have another plane here and another pilot to take all of us home.
"I think it's time you got out of here, don't you?"
Connie couldn't have agreed more. On the flight home, she slept like a kitten. Everyone thought it was her sexual ordeal with the mountain men that had exhausted her. Only Connie knew that she was just coming down from the vigorous and completely satisfying fucking that Pete had given her. She dreamed of his big, hard cock as she slept.
After they landed, Bill and Pat drove them all home. In front of their house, Connie and Jim got out, and Bill said, "You two need to be alone now. Pat and I will run along, but remember, if there is anything you need, just call us."
"Thanks for everything, both of you," Connie said. "We'll call if we need you."
What Connie was hoping was that they'd need Bill and Pat for a foursome in bed, but she'd have to see first if she could persuade Jim that it would be a good idea.
"I'm not going to ask you anything about what happened to you up there in the mountains, Connie," Jim said. "I know it was a horrible experience, but it's all behind you now, and it wouldn't do any good to go all over it again."
"That's nice of you," Connie said. "You're very thoughtful."
"Well, I don't know how thoughtful I've been," he replied. "I've had a chance to do a lot of thinking while all of this has been going on. And I'm afraid I've neglected you. I know how important sex is to you, and I just haven't done my part, I'm afraid. I want to make it up to you if I can."
Connie's heart leaped. Maybe it won't be so difficult to get Jim into the swing of swinging after all, she thought. "That sounds good, dear," she said. "But how did you plan to do that?"
"Well, I'm not sure just how to put this," he stammered. "I... I'm not sure how you'll take it. But I have to tell you how I feel. While I was in Chicago, I saw a skin-flick with some of the other salesmen, then we had a few drinks and we went to one of those swingers clubs, where everyone can take all their clothes off if they want to, and go swimming or into the sauna or actually fuck right there in front of everyone... if the girl is willing, of course. I didn't really want to go, but I'd had a few drinks, and what could I do? I couldn't say no to the Sales Manager of the Midwest District!"
"Oh, don't apologize, darling, I understand," Connie said, secretly overjoyed that Jim had broken the ice.
"I have to confess that I fucked one of the girls there," Jim admitted. "I probably wouldn't have had the nerve if I hadn't been drinking, but afterwards I realized that I'd enjoyed it. I'm sorry, but that's the way I feel."
"Like I said, don't apologize," Connie repeated. "Sex is a beautiful thing."
"You mean you're not mad?" Jim said.
"Of course not," Connie said with a smile. "In fact, I've even thought of what it would be like, myself."
"Now that you mention it," Jim said, "I might as well tell you the rest. On the way up to the mountains, I told Bill about what had happened. I wanted his opinion about whether I should tell you. And he admitted to me that he and Pat swing with other couples, often. He says it brings people closer together, and actually helps a marriage because it gives a man and wife some diversion from the same kind of fucking all the time. Makes it even better when they fuck again, themselves. He thought I should tell you."
"I'm glad you did, darling," Connie said. "And tell me about Bill and Pat. Do you think they'd like to do it with us? I mean, all of us getting together and fucking each other?"
She was surprised and delighted by the unexpected turn of events. Instead of facing what she had thought would be the impossible task of getting Jim to loosen up on the subject of sex, here he was proposing to her the exact thing that she wanted.
"I think they probably would be willing to," Jim said. "But how about you? Could you face something like that?"
"I would be willing to try," she said. "After all, they're our best friends. If we couldn't do it with them, I don't know who would be a better choice."
Jim kissed her a long, lingering kiss. It was the most ardent kiss he'd given her in years. And his hands strayed to her tits, massaging them vigorously as their tongues met and the first signs of arousal began to rise in both of them. His hands strayed to her crotch, where he could feel the soft patch of pussyhair beneath the ranger trousers she still wore.
"Let's not get carried away yet," she said, pulling away. "I'd like to save it for our party with Bill and Pat, if you can get them to agree to it."
"I'll go over there right now and find out," Jim said enthusiastically.
Connie took a quick shower and put on the scanty bikinis and bra she'd worn the day Bill fucked her, and a low-cut blouse and slacks. When the sitter arrived, she told her the kids would be home in about half an hour, and that she and Mr. Harper would probably be back late, but not to worry. Then she hurried over to Bill and Pat's.
"Hi, Connie, you're just in time," Pat said as she met her at the door. Pat had on only a pair of panties, and tried to hide her tits with her arm as she shielded herself with the door. When Connie went into the living room, she found that the party was already underway. Jim and Bill were lounging on the couch with a drink, neither of them with a stitch on.
"Looks like I'm late," Connie said. "Hope I didn't miss anything."
"No, we just thought we'd relax a little before we went upstairs," Bill said. "Care for a drink?"
"Don't mind if I do," Connie said.
"Why don't you slip out of those things and show Pat and Bill what a lovely figure you have, dear," Jim said.
No sense telling him that they've not only both seen my body, but fucked it and licked it and fingered it thoroughly, Connie thought. Best-to let him think this was all his idea. That way, we won't take any chances on disturbing those inhibitions he's had so long.
Connie began unbuttoning the silky, loose-fitting blouse, which already was cut so low you could see the fantastic cleavage of her big, ample tits. Pat's eyes were riveted to Connie as she began to strip.
She slipped the blouse off, then unzipped her slacks and let them fall to the floor. Her long, tapered legs drew Bill's eye as he remembered how they had been draped up over his shoulders as he fucked her hard only about a week ago. Her lovely, gracefully rounded thighs rolled sensuously as she stepped out of her slacks. Pat came over to her and, standing behind her, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor as well. Her huge, soft tits hung and swung lightly as she pulled off her bikinis, standing before them in all her naked glory. Her body was so perfect that none of them could take their eyes from her.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Jim said proudly.
"Hasn't she got the best damned body you ever saw?"
He was directing his comment to Bill, but Pat answered.
"She certainly has, Jim," Pat said. "She's enough to make your mouth water."
Jim didn't catch the significance of Pat's remark. "I don't think we need any more to drink, do you?" he asked of no one in particular. "Why don't we go to the bedroom and get a little better acquainted?"
"Good idea," Bill said.
Pat and Bill's bedroom was made for fucking. The ceiling and walls were covered with mirrors. The big bed was covered with pillows and had a mattress as soft as a cloud. In one corner stood a contraption that looked something like an exercise bike, except that it had no pedals and no wheels. It didn't take much guesswork to know that it was used for getting into all sorts of exciting positions. Along one wall were low wooden shelves that held a variety of vibrators, dildoes, skin magazines and photos of couples in every kind of sexual position. And soft, low, sensuous music from a built-in stereo filled the room.
Connie and Pat lay down on the bed next to each other. Bill stretched out next to Connie, Jim on the other side, next to Pat. Bill began to stroke Connie's tits, licking his finger and running it in circles around her big pink nipples. She turned to him and reached down to grasp his hard, pounding cock.
One thing about Bill, she thought, he doesn't take any time at all to get it up. He's always hard!
His hands strayed down her soft, curving body to her thigh, swiftly massaging her legs and pussy before he parted her already moist cuntlips and slipped a finger into her.
"You're already hot and wet," he whispered in her ear. "It never takes you long, does it?"
"Don't let Jim hear you," she murmured. "I don't want to let him know we've done this before."
"He's too busy to hear," Bill said. "He's already eating Pat. And you were worried about him swinging? Looks like this is what he's wanted all along!"
Connie glanced over her shoulder and watched her husband as his tongue lapped eagerly and hungrily at Pat's open, ready pussy. Around and around her pink, stiffened clit his tongue went as his head bobbed and turned in ever-faster movements. His hands were roaming all over her legs and ass as she spread her legs wide and flung them over Jim's back.
"I'm glad to see he's having such a good time," Connie said. "How about showing me a good time, too, sweetheart?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Bill said, smiling the lustful smile Connie remembered so well.
He stood up, stepping over to the machine in the corner. "Come here, baby, I've got a real treat in store for you," he said. Connie walked over and took a closer look at the contraption.
It had a sort of bicycle seat on it and all sorts of chrome tubes coming out in all directions. Some of them were curved like the handle of a cane. Another bicycle seat was directly opposite the seat Bill told her to sit on. He sat down on it, slightly lower than hers. He adjusted a backrest for her so that she could lean back and be comfortable. Then he placed her knees in two of the hooked chrome bars so that her ass was up in the air, fully exposed, and her legs were spread wide apart, her knees high in the air. It was an impossible position to get into in a bed, but she was completely comfortable.
She could see that this was one wonderful machine, even before Bill got situated, himself. As he sat on his seat, she heard a motor start somewhere beneath her. Bill was directly opposite of her now, his big cock poised right in front of her slippery, open pussy. He pushed another button and his seat began to move back and forth, shoving his hard prick right into her.
"How do you like my fucking machine?" Bill said. "I had a guy I know make it."
"It's fantastic!" she said. "At least the position is. But I don't think it moves you as fast as you can go, yourself."
"No? Well, just watch this," he said, touching another button.
Suddenly the machine lurched into high gear and Bill's seat began to move forward and back with the blinding speed of an onrushing locomotive. His ass was flashing up and back like a triphammer and his cock was ramming in and out of Connie's cunt at what seemed like sixty mph!
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhh, my God!" Connie squealed. Her face was a reflection of the indescribable pleasure she was feeling in her loins. She was taking Bill's cock so far inside her at such a fast pace, she almost lost her breath. "It's out of this world, Bill! It's like fucking Superman!"
Bill was in such a way that his full, stiff cock was stretched out in front of him to its incredible, glorious limit, and Connie was letting him know she craved every inch of it. Her body was alive with desire as he and the machine rammed her full of all his hardness.
"Aaaiiieeee!" she screamed as she burst forth with the fastest orgasm she could ever remember. She couldn't hold back for a second. The machine was pushing Bill in and out of her so fast that her cunt caught fire almost immediately. Her legs and her cunt were leaping spasms of outlandish release. And she relished every tormented moment of it. "Ohhh, Bill, I'm coming!" In the position she was in, Bill could see her come clearly as it gushed from her trembling pussy, running down her asscheeks and dripping on the floor beneath the machine. The sight of it, and of Connie's feverish gyrating, was all Bill needed to get his rocks off. He turned off the machine and stood over her without letting his hard cock slip out of her wet cunt, and, pressed against her ass with his legs, pumped her as fast as he could with the final strokes he needed.
His cock was so engorged he felt it would explode, and with one final heave of his ass, he let her have it. His come shot from him like the stream from a high-pressure fire hose, forcing its way into her so far, she thought she would float off the machine. His ass kept lunging and lunging into her, spouting jet after jet of the white-hot come into her pussy.
Connie took it all and loved every bit of it. Her body was afire with a deliciousness that centered in her cunt and spread out over every inch of her body. She knew that she enjoyed Bill's fucking, but the fact that Jim was in the room, perhaps watching, made it even more exciting.
Jim wasn't actually watching, although he could hear her screams of pleasure and Bill's grunts as he came. But Jim was just coming, himself, as Pat sucked his hardon and fingered his balls. She'd already gotten off from his cuntlicking.
They continued to fuck and suck in every way they could think of for the rest of the evening. Jim even liked watching Pat caress and lick Connie to a climax.
Connie sat on Jim and gave him the fucking of his life, then took him up her ass, and blew him, and let him go down on her and took his cock up her as he straddled her with her legs on his shoulders-all things they'd never done before in all their years of marriage.
And Jim came again and again. She'd never seen him able to stay awake for more than one orgasm in his life, but now he was like a new man and she knew he'd finally found himself, sexually.
She was glad for him, because now she knew he'd be a much happier person-more relaxed, better able to cope with his job and with her.
But most of all, she was happy for herself. Because now it meant she'd be able to get lots of good fucking at home, and away from home, as well.
He might get fucked on business trips, too, but that didn't bother her. As long as he came home to her and kept her happy in bed, he could do whatever he wanted when she wasn't with him.
