Darlene Francis stopped and watched through a clump of trees.
She was staring at the sight in the distance. A muscular man wearing khaki slacks who was bare from the waist up was sitting in a chair perched before a typewriter.
Just behind him was the cabin in which he was living. Next to it was a small sparkling swimming pool. As she walked between the trees, heading toward the man, she knew his identity even before she got a good look at his face. He was Richard Graham, the famous New York playwright who had rented a cabin at Lake Kelsey to work on a play that would be produced in the upcoming fall season in New York.
His arrival just several days earlier had been the headline story in the local newspaper. In a small area like Lake Kelsey, situated high in the Catskill Mountains, a visit from a celebrity was certain to make a good deal of news. Generally the area attracted campers, ambitious boy scout groups, and assorted nature lovers and, conversely, men and women from New York City who wanted to enjoy a change of pace in the height of summer, get out of the broiling city of steel and concrete, and enjoy nature high in the Catskills, far removed from the turbulent throb of the city.
As for young Darlene Francis, she had been raised in Brooklyn, had frankly tired of the city, and, after a bitter engagement had been mutually broken by herself and her fiance, she decided to get away from it all. She had seen an ad in one of the local New York City papers calling for female forest rangers. What with the women's movement extending jobs to females in areas where they had previously not been considered for employment, she liked the idea of blazing new trails. In addition, she loved the idea of getting away from the tension of the city and the tragedy of her romance, which was still grating on her nerves.
So, at the age of twenty-four, the successful secretary-receptionist quit her job with the accountant for whom she had worked for the last two years. She left the Manhattan accountant, her fiance, her family and friends, and decided for the very first time in her life to strike out on her own.
She was hired as a forest ranger, assigned to the Lake Kelsey region. It made her extremely happy to be so close to nature and she found that she was enjoying herself. For the first three months of her job, that is.
But now, as she moved into the sixth month, she could see that, despite her closeness to nature, there was still something lacking in her life. After the trauma of her bitter engagement had worn off, she began wondering just what it would be like to venture forward and have another romance. Even though some of the rugged campers she had seen in the area had had a virility that turned her on, and she could say the same for some of the male forest rangers with whom she worked, she was more than a little afraid to get involved after her last bitter experience. She was not the kind of girl to give herself away easily, and so, in place of responding to the many invitations she had received from scores of the men for dates and companionship, she had turned them down one and all.
As she had been inspecting some trees, she came upon the sight of Richard Graham sitting before his typewriter. There had been a report that some of the trees might have been contaminated through rot, but she did not discover that to be the case. As she glanced in the direction of Richard Graham, feeling a tinge of excitement over the fact that such a famous man was turning out what could be a highly successful play just a few yards away from her, she watched as he slipped a pipe into his mouth. She took a good look at his rugged, manly features. Even though he was handsome, it was most certainly in as rugged and manly a way as possible. His hair was coal black, his face heavily tanned, and he wore a neatly trimmed mustache.
He had apparently come upon a good deal of frustration in his writing, and had been sitting at the typewriter tapping nervously on his knee. He then lit the pipe, tossing the match under his foot.
That brought an immediate rise out of Darlene Francis. She recalled that just a few months earlier a fire had been set that way. A careless camper, having had a few beers, had lit a cigarette and tossed the match carelessly aside. A fire had started and it took a good deal of effort on the part of local firemen to quell the disturbance.
"Excuse me," she strolled quickly into view.
Richard Graham appraised the brown-haired beauty with coldly analytical eyes. His eyes were dark and foreboding. Suddenly a glimmer surfaced in them as he got a good look at her compelling beauty. He couldn't help but be impressed. He, like all the other men who had encountered her, fell under the spell of her overpowering loveliness. Her hair was a light shimmering brown, her eyes hazel, her nose finely, delicately shaped, and her cheekbones impressive. As for her figure, it was one of eye-popping significance, and as she stood there wearing her brown ranger's uniform, he could see the supple lines and curves of her magnificent form thrusting out before him.
"Yes, what is it, young lady?" Graham asked in a smooth, mellow tone.
"My name is Darlene Francis and I'm a forest ranger," she snapped. "I just saw you toss a match on the ground. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't do that. Just a few months ago there was a terrible forest fire that resulted from somebody doing that very thing. It's thoughtless, needless and can cause a great deal of damage."
"I'm aware of that," Graham grinned.
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because I know what I'm doing," he said. "Young lady, I've been aware of these matters a lot longer than you. You see, I was an Eagle Scout. I know how to start fires, put them out, and prevent them."
"You'd do much better preventing them if you would switch to a lighter and forget about using matches. Especially out here at Lake Kelsey. It can be a terrible thing."
"Thank you for your advice, but as I said before, I'm very knowledgeable along those lines," he said. "My, oh my, so now we have female forest rangers. This women's lib thing is really getting out of hand."
His broad grin should have indicated to Darlene that Richard Graham was kidding her, but she did not choose to take his remark in that manner. She remained boiling mad over the fact that he was ignoring her cautionary words concerning the importance of not throwing matches on the ground.
"I got this job because I qualified," she said. "Judging by some of your work, I imagine you would want to complain over a woman getting a forest ranger's job."
"Oh, so you know who I am," Graham chuckled.
"Yes, I do. I know all about your reputation. How fiercely you put women down in your plays."
"That's a matter of opinion," Graham said, taking a long, reflective puff from his pipe, continuing to eye the curvaceousness of this feisty young woman's body. "I happen to think I'm fair to all sides. I'll give a woman character a slap when I think she needs it, and I do the same thing for the men in my plays. I don't think anybody gets off scot-free. I'm what you call a pretty hard bitten writer."
"Women get it a whole lot worse than men ever do," she shot back. "You have a defiant attitude, too, in real life as well as in your plays."
"You don't have anything good to say about me, do you, Darlene?" the level of his laughter increased.
"No, I don't. Anybody who has your attitude, well, I can't say anything good about them."
"I think women are all right," he said, after pausing lengthily, then continuing. "Just as long as they know their place. You know, stay either in the kitchen or the bedroom. They can be good in either place. It's when they move outside those two orbits that I get worried."
"You really are a bastard," she snapped indignantly, her face dramatically reddening and her hands trembling with rage.
"No, just a realist," he told her calmly, taking another puff from his pipe.
"Sure, you like to put us down. Well, I'm gonna tell you something, Mister. You don't know nearly as much as you think. As a matter of fact, it would be good enough for you if we women organized a boycott and stayed away from your plays altogether. That would serve you right."
"You'd never do that."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because women like you are too curious. You'd always want to find out what I had to say about you," he laughed.
"You really are a smug, confident bastard, aren't you?"
"Let's just say this. I'm confident enough about what I can accomplish. As a matter of fact, I could provide you with a perfect example."
"What kind of example?"
"My dear young lady. You're a very attractive young female. I don't know how good a forest ranger you are. I know that your public relations decorum is way off, for one thing. You could stand to learn a few manners."
"Look who's talking!"
"At any rate, as I was saying. If you'd want to step into my boudoir with me, well, I'll show you how confident I can be, and how successfully I can accomplish my purpose."
"You son-of-a-bitch," she gritted her teeth and snarled. "I've never been so insulted in all my life. Here I don't even know you and you're asking me to bed. You're a dreadful beast of a man. No wonder your last play was picketed by women's rights groups."
"They just don't understand me, that's all," he chuckled. "I offered them the same opportunity I did you. At least the ones I thought who were good looking."
"Just watch it when you throw those matches," she said, turning and walking away in a huff. "If you ever cause a fire around here I'll see that you never hear the end of it."
"Thank you very much, Commander," he laughed, providing the brown-haired beauty with a mock salute as she angrily stalked off.
That night, as she was sitting in the privacy of her small cabin, listening to the crickets chirping, Darlene Francis looked out her bedroom window and observed the light on in Richard Graham's much larger cabin in the distance. She wondered what he was doing at that very moment in time. He was probably either watching television, she concluded, or else reading. Perhaps he was even doing some writing. She seethed as she thought about him, and the way that he had tried to put the make on her earlier that day. She could never forget the cocky, smug grin that exuded from his ruggedly handsome face as he stared at her, seeking to taunt and entice her at the same time, hoping to make her his female prey.
She slipped out of her jeans, then removed her T-shirt. Here she was, standing in front of her bedroom mirror, observing the ripe lines of her beautiful body. Yes, she realized, she did possess a flawless form, one that was always certain to turn men on. If only she could find the right man, somebody kind and considerate, somebody the total opposite of the smug and antagonistic Richard Graham.
Darlene heaved a deep sigh of frustration. Yes, she realized, she definitely did need a man in her life. She thought about Dan, her fiance, the hot-shot young stockbroker on Wall Street.
As she undid her tight-fitting brassiere and looked down at her jutting ivory breasts, she realized one of the reasons why she had resented Richard Graham to the extent she had that afternoon. It was one thing to get irked about a man who would toss a match to the ground, but it was something else to become as vehemently disposed toward him as she did. It wouldn't have been quite as surprising had she known him a little better, but her anger had proven so spontaneous.
She then recalled the grin on his face, that supercilious grin of a know-it-all. It had been very much like the grin that Dan would exude. He exhibited it in particular every time that he was after her for sex. The more reluctant she felt at a given point in time, such as being tired from a long day's work and the like, the more frantically he would pursue her and, finally, he would taunt her, referring to her as a cold, frigid woman, someone who could not or would not empathize with her man.
Darlene recalled the manner in which his fingers would reach out and sharply clutch at the warmth of her breasts. Sometimes, even after she had called him the same names she had hurled at Richard Graham that afternoon, along with others, she would still become extremely hot with sensual expectation as he ran his fingers smoothly over her firm, warm breast flesh.
She reached down toward the crotchband of her panties, clutching sharply at the fabric with her fingers, then gliding her panties down her legs and off of her.
She parted her slender legs slightly, observing the curly tufts of her warm, enriching brown pubic hair and the restless pink vagina which rested beneath them.
So many times Dan had pressed his eager fingers against the warmth of her pussy, causing it to dramatically moisten. After that he would heave a deep sigh, then thrust his steaming cock forward, allowing it to glide restlessly inside the clasping tightness of her vaginal passage.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT CUNT," she recalled him gasping loudly time and again. "OOOHHH, COME ON, HONEY. CLASP THOSE PUSSY MUSCLES. OOOHHH, SNAP THAT HOT PUSSY. I LOVE FUCKING IT. YES, OOOHHHH, I REALLY LOVE IIIIIITTTTTT!"
She noticed that her pussy was already beginning to heat up, and she could see the telltale beads of moisture surfacing in her curly cunt hairs. She walked slowly into the bathroom, hoping that a cool and refreshing shower would remove her mind from sex.
Instead it only made her think that much more about it. She recalled those occasions on which she and Dan had shared a shower. Many times this occurred after they had enjoyed a romp along some enchanting strip of beach. On occasion Dan would take her to remote places like San Juan, Puerto Rico or Honolulu, where they would romp along the surf, acquire glowing suntans, then turn each other on stupendously as they shared a cool and refreshing shower.
By the time that she stepped out of the shower, she felt hotter than ever. Her heart palpitated and her breathing was coming in short, puffy gasps as she quickly toweled off her sensuous body.
The young, brown-haired woman walked briskly into the bedroom, closing the door and then drawing the drapes shut. She slid on top of the bed, lewdly extending her legs and sliding the fingers of her right hand against the moistness of her pubic curls.
She used her imagination, closing her eyes tightly and envisioning Dan before her in this very room. The last account she had had of him, he was about to be married to another woman. It had bothered him a good deal when his fiancee had broken off with him, but in the final analysis he had rebounded far more swiftly than had Darlene. He began going with the daughter of a prominent Manhattan politician and municipal bonds lawyer. As for Darlene, yes, she had pined for him, more than she ever thought she could have, and there she was now, her legs twitching, imagining him before her as she glided her fingers against the velvety smoothness of her quivering vagina.
She felt scores of tiny pinpricks reverberating through her entire body as she closed her eyes even more tightly than before. There was Dan, in her fantasy thoughts, grinding his hard, huge driving cock inside her hot pussy.
Darlene continued to think of him slamming his powerful pecker inside her responsive vagina until, finally, another impression surfaced in her mind, one that drove Dan away.
This time she envisioned the smug, overly confident Richard Graham in front of her, grinning tauntingly, and there she was lying in the bushes, not far from his cabin.
She lay there stroking her wet slick vagina. Beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of her face, her entire body was gleaming with a misty sheen of perspiration. As she panted loudly, she watched as the smugly grinning Graham walked toward her. He nodded knowingly, then slowly but surely began to ease out of his shirt and trousers.
Eventually he tugged at his boxer shorts, sliding them down his legs and off of him.
His next move was to throw himself down into the bushes, landing with a lurid plop on top of her. His fingers warmly caressed the ripe flesh of her satiny full bosoms as he simultaneously ground his hard, stirring cock into the moist, burning depths of her quivering vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, RICHARD, OOOHHH, FUCK MEEEE," she shrieked. "OOOHHH, OHHH, KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK. YES, OHHHH, DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, SLAM IT HARD. YES, OOOHHH, I REALLY DO WANT IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, SCREW MEEEE!"
After his fingers had finished fondling the warmth of her succulent, ripe breast flesh for a few more strokes, he reached down and let them clutch against the tightness of her rapidly writhing ass cheeks. The harder that he buried his fingers against the warmth of her bottom cheeks, the harder that his steadily protruding cock drove as he worked it into the tightness of her moist, hair-fringed fissure.
Pretty soon the brown-haired young woman was unable to hold back the flames of impassioned desire that swelled within her entire being. Her legs quivered and kicked and her whole body trembled as she heaved one last deep sigh, upon which she uttered one final warning.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUICE," she sighed. "OOOHHH, RICHARD, OOOHHH, DARLING. KEEP PUMPING WITH YOUR HARD COCK. YES, OHHHH, DRIVE IT. OOOHHH, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, YES, REALLY FUCK ME. OOOHHH, FUCK ME GOOD. OOOHHH, SEND YOUR HOT, STIFF PRICK INSIDE ME. SCREW ME, SCREW ME, SCREW MEEEE."
So many times she had wondered just what it would be like to take off her clothes and, in a moment of wild, uninhibited passion, in a moment of exhilarating sensual desire, remove her clothes, lie stretched out naked under warm and bright sunshine, and let a man completely take care of her. The fact that she would be doing it so close to nature, and in such a provocative state, only made it seem that much more daring.
Here she was, lying there stretched out in the bushes, birds flying overhead as a man drove his stiff, hotly projecting cock into the ravenous depths of her smooth, inflamed pussy.
He kept on hammering hard with his firm, decisive cock. A few strokes later he could no longer hold out. The torrential supply of thick, white juice had to spill from the end of his hot, solid organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT GOOOOES," he gasped, gripping her trembling buttocks more emphatically than ever. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS FEELS SO GOOOODDD. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH. OHHHH, I LOVE IT, AAAHHH, THAT'S IT, OOOHHHH, I LIKE IIIIITTT."
A few moments later it was all over. He eased his cock from her satisfied vagina, looking down at her and grinning.
Suddenly she opened her eyes. Darlene Francis felt totally humiliated. Just what had she done? What kind of strange liberty had she allowed herself in her state of fantasy?
It made her feel angry at herself to recognize that, as much as she had, at least on the surface, hated this disdainful man, she was willing to let him occupy a place in her libidinous thoughts that theretofore only Dan had occupied.
She got up, pacing up and down in front of her bed for a few moments, then, after sufficiently cooling off, she walked back and stretched out on top of it. Before she turned in for the evening, however, she pulled the drapes apart and looked out the window one last time. The lights were still burning brightly in Richard Graham's cabin.
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning Darlene went through her paces, inspecting some more trees and driving in her Jeep to inspect an area several miles away.
When she drove down a narrow, winding road heading back to her own cabin, she observed Richard Graham sitting in the same spot where he had been the day before when they had had their confrontation. This time, in place of being perched nervously on his chair, tapping on his leg as he anticipated words that would hopefully flow from his typewriter, he was now typing at a reasonably rapid clip. He did not even see her as she drove past.
After having a late lunch at her cabin, she looked at her watch and observed that it was already past two. There was very little more for her to do that day, and so Darlene decided that she would treat herself by taking the rest of the afternoon off.
Suddenly she had the urge to sun herself by the lake, and perhaps to go for a brief swim.
She walked into the bedroom, opened a drawer, and pulled out a light blue bikini. She removed her forest ranger's uniform, her panties and bra, and slipped into the enticing bikini. As she stood with her hands on her hips, she stared at her succulent, suntanned body. Yes, the country definitely did agree with her in a number of respects.
She slipped into a pair of thongs, grabbed a towel, and walked to the edge of the lake. Not that far removed from her was the cabin of Richard Graham. As she spread the towel out on the ground, her eyes quickly darted over in his direction. There he was, typing industriously, apparently making more progress with his writing than he had the previous day.
She stretched out on top of the towel. At first she lay on her back, after which she turned over. She had already absorbed quite a significant tan from all of her hours in the sunshine, but with each and every episode, her body became tanned to that much more a brown glow. She enjoyed lying under the sun, and after she had done so for a few more minutes, she decided to cool off her body with an invigorating swim.
After swimming for a few minutes in the chilling waters of the lake, she climbed out and walked back to where her towel was spread out. She promptly dried off her body, staring at Richard Graham in the distance. There he was, continuing to type away, apparently making a good deal of progress in his writing.
She looked away, frowning, silently chastising herself for expressing that much concern over this terrible man, with whom she'd had such an intense argument the day before.
Then, just when she was about to decide what to do next, Darlene thought about that recurring fantasy that kept popping up during those long and lonely evenings in her cabin.
She kept on envisioning herself lying there in the nude, stretched out in the bushes.
She picked up her towel and walked into the same clump of bushes out of which she had emerged the day before after inspecting the trees. She lay the towel out carefully, then slowly but surely proceeded to undo her brassiere straps. Her heart pounded thunderously. She realized what she was doing. Darlene was taking quite a risk. If she were ever found exposing herself in that manner, her job would be a thing of the past. Not only that, but she could never hope to obtain any kind of a decent reference. All the same, the impulse seized her to remove her bikini bottoms as well and lie stretched out on the towel in the bushes.
Her trembling fingers reached down and tugged sharply at her tight fitting bikini bottoms.
She listened to the sound of the filmy material scraping against her quivering legs as she lowered the bikini bottoms all the way down to her calves. Eventually she kicked the bikini bottoms off and stretched out on top of the towel.
She closed her eyes momentarily, her heart pounding at a furious clip. Could she really be doing this to impress somebody like Richard Graham? She told herself that this was certainly not the case. All the same, why did she pick this particular spot? And why did she feel compelled to pull off her skimpy bikini so that she could stretch out in the buff? Those unanswered questions continued to befog her brain and she continued to lie there, her body still trembling, her heart pounding thunderously.
Overhead Darlene could hear the sounds of birds chirping.
CHAPTER THREE
"Well, look at this," the voice said in a low, sarcastic tone.
Darlene flinched. Her whole body began to tremble more rapidly than ever and tense beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The voice was unmistakably that of Richard Graham, and it did not appear to be coming from all that far away.
Slowly, with acute embarrassment, she opened her eyes. Surely she should have anticipated that something like this would happen, she realized, but all the same, in the fantasy world of which she had been a part for so long, since nothing like this had ever transpired in the flesh, perhaps, she realized, she had presumed that the same would hold true in real life. But now she was not lying in the privacy of her bedroom, merely imagining that she was lying in the bushes, completely nude. It was actually happening, and there he was, a grinning, supercilious Richard Graham, standing just a few feet away from her. He was wearing the same khaki trousers that he'd worn the day she first saw him, and wore no shirt. He folded his arms across his hairy chest. The longer that he stared at her, the greater the degree of contempt that Darlene Francis felt.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" she demanded angrily.
"What should I be expected to do? Isn't this what you want?"
"What do you mean is this what I want? Do you think I'm a public exhibitionist or something?"
Richard Graham unfolded his arms, then shrugged nonchalantly.
"How would I know?" he finally asked. "The only thing I'm sure of is that you're lying there in the buff. Naked as the day you were born. Am I supposed to believe that this wasn't calculated to arouse me? Here I was, typing not all that far away. I wasn't supposed to see you, first of all, and then I guess, in the event that I did, I wasn't supposed to react. It's the same thing as seeing a naked bird flying in the air. Is that right?"
"Stop talking so ridiculously."
"Oh, no, young lady. You were the one who was talking ridiculously. Come on now. You wanted me to see you. Okay, so you've got a stunning body, but what am I supposed to do about it? Am I supposed to jump on you so you can scream rape? Is that it? This sounds like the plot of a fifteenth-rate, grade-Z film. The kind of low-budget crap I made money writing early in my motion picture writing days. Before I became a celebrated playwright."
"As far as a lot of us are concerned, you've written nothing but crap," she snarled.
"Now hold on a second, honey. You were the one who wanted me to see you. You did everything but send an invitation by Western Union."
"How dare you accuse me of such a thing!"
"Is it your normal practice to just lie around in the nude?"
"No, it's not. It happened to be a particularly warm day."
"Not any warmer than yesterday or the day before," he chuckled. "Why the difference today?"
"I just felt warmer, that's all."
"I see. Well, if you want me to fuck you, you're gonna have to beg for it."
"You contemptuous son-of-a-bitch," she snarled. "Just who do you think you are anyway?"
"Richard Graham, at your service," he bowed mockingly. "Any more questions?"
"I mean, the rotten nerve of you. How dare you accuse me of ever wanting to stoop so low as wanting to have anything to do with you. You're contemptible."
"You said that before. No reason to get repetitious. There're so many words you haven't used yet. If you're in doubt, I can always help you out. I mean, you name it, I've been called it."
"That I can believe."
"At any rate, I wouldn't get too angry if I were you."
"And why not?"
"Because I'm the one who has the right to be offended."
"Why is that?"
"You happen to be trespassing on my property, my dear."
"I am not."
He grinned, took a long look at her firm, appealing breasts, then spoke.
"But you are, my dear," he said softly. He then pointed over toward a nearby wooden stake. "Just look at that stake over there. That's where my property extends to. You're on my side of the stake, darling, so you're here at my invitation. My, oh my. I ought to get offended. I could pick up the telephone and call the sheriff. That wouldn't look good, would it?"
"You wouldn't dare."
"Actually I wouldn't," he said, "not because I'd be afraid to, but because I wouldn't want to. Naw, aside from being a spoiled and egotistical young girl, and one who doesn't want to completely come to grips with herself, I still think you're all in all a pretty nice kid. You're promising. You just need at least a little guidance. In short, you need to grow up."
"You're one to talk."
"At any rate, unless there's any more to say, I think I'll get back to my writing. As long as you're a good girl and you won't disturb me, I'll let you lie here, even if it is my property."
"Where are you going, you bastard?" she shrieked at him at the top of her lungs as he turned on his heel to walk away.
Graham pivoted around swiftly, grinning more broadly than ever. He took several steps toward the brown-haired young beauty.
"You sure do have a temper," he said. "You oughta keep it under better control. Of course, there's something to be said for a woman with fire, I always say."
"Just where are you going?"
"You see, you don't want me to screw you. Well, because you've been so nasty. Because you've accused me of so many things. I'm a male chauvinist pig and worse. Well, that being the case, I don't want to take advantage of a poor girl who's lying naked on my property. So what I'm gonna do is let you beg me for the privilege. If you do, well, then I'll consider it."
The frustrated young woman was undergoing feelings of increasing anger by the moment.
She realized that Richard Graham had her exactly where he wanted her. Even though she hated the idea of actually having to beg him to engage in sex with her, she could not deny the fact that she was feeling smoldering waves of passionate intensity that were surging throughout her whole body. She wished at that moment that she could feel nothing but contempt for the audacious Richard Graham, but there were still those tugging waves of anxiety in her loins, and that tremendous heat that was generating in her vagina.
"Oh, you know I need it," she shrieked. "You damned sadist. You're just doing this to torture me."
"Just trying to teach you a lesson, honey," he winked. "You are beautiful. I'll give you that. Okay, you're a forest ranger and you know this area a lot better than I do. I'm a newcomer here. What are the prospects of us getting caught if we do engage in a little balling right here and now?"
"No chance, no chance," she shook her head, panting noticeably. "Come on, I need the attention. Oh, I didn't know how badly I needed it until you came over here."
"You mean you weren't anticipating me coming over here before?"
"Yeah, I was, but I was all mixed up. I wanted you and I didn't want you. Oh, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I think so."
"Anyway, yes, I do need you. I realize it now more than ever."
"I oughta be able to understand women a little bit, even though a lot of them say I can't," he smiled. "After all, I was married twice."
"You were?"
"Absolutely. Okay, honey, you're gonna get a rare treat. You're gonna get a chance to see all of me."
She watched as the muscular writer undid his belt, then began to slide his khaki trousers down over his thick, heavily muscled, hairy legs. After he stepped out of his trousers, he reached down and pulled several times at his tight fitting jockey shorts, gliding them down his legs and off of him.
Darlene's hazel eyes widened appreciably as she stared at the huge log that rested between his legs. He reached down and stroked it proudly, then slowly eased his body downward on top of hers.
She closed her eyes momentarily as he pushed his fingers passionately against the firm warmth of her resolute breasts. As he released his fingers from them, he reached down with his right hand and let his fingers glide slowly but surely against the warmth of her already dampened pubic curls.
"AAAHHH, YOU'VE GOT A NICE PUSSY," he sighed. "YES, HONEY. I WANTED YOU RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING. BUT I COULDN'T TELL YOU THAT. IF I'D EVER COME ON THAT STRONG I COULD NEVER HAVE HAD YOU."
Darlene said nothing. She knew only too well just how correct Richard Graham's words were. Yes, she could see, he was able to understand women. At least he could understand her. His fingers continued to massage against the warmth of her sodden pubic curls. After that he let his fingers glide against the warmth of her velvety vagina. Finally he reached out with the edge of his right index finger and let it lasciviously tickle the nub of her erect clitoris.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T TAKE THAAATTT," she grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M ON FIRE. ALL YOU'VE GOTTA DO IS TOUCH ME THERE AND I'M ON FIRE. OOOHHH, MY PUSSY'S BURNING UP, OOOHHH, AAHHHH, MY CLIT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S TOO MUCH, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, IT'S TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUUUUUCH!"
"Oowwweee, I'm fuckin' me one hell of a horny woman," he chuckled. "I can sure see that. Okay, honey. That's exactly what you need. You need your clit massaged a little. It'll really turn you on."
He glided his fingers against the warmth of her silky vaginal flesh for a few more strokes.
After that he once more glided his finger against her clitoris, prompting her to wiggle her ass cheeks salaciously and heave several long, loud, deep gasps.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT'S SO GOOODDD," she loudly declared. "OOOHHH, BABY. OOOHHH, OOHHHH, HOW I LIKE THAAAATTT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S GOOOODDD."
Back and forth his finger continued to tease against the budding node of her electrified clitoris. After he released it, he quickly dropped his head down between her legs. Even though he felt like immediately going to work against her warm, wet, appetizing furrow of pussy flesh, he decided to excite her a little more before he reached that point. He reached out with his pistoning red tongue, letting it snake with devastating earnestness up and down the coppery warmth of her trembling left thigh. The faster that his pistoning tongue manipulated, the more rapidly that her hips and buttocks rotated in dramatic response to his steaming movements against her flesh. After driving his tongue with salacious desire against her left thigh, he put it to work against her right, repeating the same kind of rapid-fire, determined movements.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE," she told him, hissing and mewling as her buttocks ground against the towel beneath her. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, RICHARD. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SUCK ME. OOOHHH, YES. COME ON, GRIND YOUR TONGUE AGAINST MY PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, BRING ME OFF. COME ON, GRIND YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY SLIT. OOOHHH, I NEED IT. I NEED THAT HOT TONGUE. COME ON, DRIVE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY. BRING ME OFF WITH IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I NEED IIIIITTT."
Determined to please her as well as himself, Richard Graham released his tongue from her left thigh. He reached down with his strong, sure hands, letting them finger the warmth of her quivering thighs as he pushed his head down between her legs, letting his tongue snake against the wet warmth of her soggy vagina.
Picking up the scent of her invigorating muff, he was driven to a wild state of tormenting animalish fury. His tongue lapped back and forth, alternating between slow and rapid strokes. The quicker that he projected his stirring tongue against her dewy cuntal petals, the closer that he brought her to the state of a wild, lascivious orgasm.
"COME ON, KEEP IT GOING, OOOHH, KEEP IT GOING, TONGUE ME, TONGUE ME, TONGUE MEEEE," she sighed. "OOOHHH, COME ON, EAT OUT MY BOX. DARLING, OOOHHH, I LOVE THAT TONGUE. I LOVE THE WAY YOU'RE SLIDING IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH. YESSSSSS. OHHHHH. OOOHHH, AAAHHH. OHHHHHH, DARLING, OOOHHH, BRING ME OOOOFFFF."
Richard Graham dramatically released his fingers from Darlene's thighs. He let them push against the crispness of her warm, white ass flesh. Her hips and buttocks continued to slide salaciously back and forth as his stirring tongue dug ever deeper into the wet warmth of her stirring cuntal pit. A few strokes later she felt the stirring waves of electrical current.
It would only take just a few more rapid-fire thrusts before the stirring juices would be forced to explode from her captivated vagina.
"KEEP IT UP, KEEP IT UP, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, TONGUE MEEE," she grunted. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHH, SUCK ME. YES, OOOHHH, SUCK ME. DRIVE YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, SUCK MEEEE."
Her buttocks continued to grind hotly against the towel beneath her. Her breath was coming in a series of deep, puffy gasps as he kept on driving his stirring tongue deep inside her searing cuntal pit in a state of tempestuous glory. A few hot, rapid-fire tongue thrusts later, the juices began to bolt from her electrified vagina and into her lover's mouth.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, SWALLOW IT," she sighed. "COME ON, OHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE WHIRLING. KEEP DRIVING IT. YES, OOOHHH, YES. OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT TO TONGUE ME OFF. OOOHHH, KEEP IT WORKING. YES, OOOHHH, TONGUE ME. OOOHHHH, THAT FEELS SO NIIIIICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, REALLY SUCK ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD. YOUR TONGUE KNOWS JUST HOW TO DO IT, DARLIIIING."
She listened to the hot lapping sounds of his driving lingual digit as he pushed and twisted it inside the exploding warmth of her soggy pussy. He swallowed every drop of her hot juice, then slowly withdrew his tongue from her still fiery fissure. She lay there quivering, her body having broken out in a fine mist of perspiration from all the vigorous activity of which she'd been a part. He had to admit that she looked undeniably beautiful. Beautiful and vulnerable. He was seeking to explore her vulnerable side in a way that would insure positive results to himself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Richard Graham stared at the ripeness of the beautiful Darlene's body.
"Come on, honey, and start jerking on my pecker," he pointed toward his long, aroused penis. "I gave you a good suck, didn't I?"
"Yes, I really loved it."
"Then can't you reach down and play with my prick?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"It's just that you seem a little startled, that's all. I was wondering why."
"Oh, I don't know. It's just the way you talk about sex, I guess."
"Why? That embarrasses you?"
"I suppose it does. A little anyway."
"Why is that?"
"The only man I ever had any sex with, believe it or not, was my fiance. And he never talked about sex that boldly with me. He'd never say anything like 'reach out and play with my prick.' It's just that I'm not used to hearing a man talk that way."
"I'm one who doesn't mince any words," Graham told her. "Neither in my writing nor in my actual life. Especially when it comes to screwing. There's no room for any kind of misinterpretation, darling. I mean, if I want something, I'll tell the person. Now come on. Reach down and play with my prick."
Never would Dan have been bold enough to confront her in this particular manner. For one thing, he would have been fearful of her reacting angrily. Darlene was the kind of woman who, in her previous sexual experiences, had done precisely what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it. She could see that Richard Graham was from a completely different school. He barked out commands with the casual air of authority of a Marine First Sergeant, standing before a group of raw recruits.
"Come on, I haven't got all day," he said, this time in a rough tone. "That cock of mine is on fire. I want you to play with it. Let's build some more excitement. Just like I did when I played with your pussy. If you'll recall I did a good job with my fingers, and then you were that much more eager to shoot. Isn't that true?"
"Yes."
"Okay, honey. Works the same way with my sex equipment. So put those fingers to work. Let them slide. Move them real nice up and down my long prick."
He extended his legs, pointing impatiently down toward his hard, determined cock. She reached out with both hands, letting her fingers tightly grasp the warmth of his turgid instrument.
At first it seemed a little uncomfortable to her to finger a man's cock. Never had Dan asked her to do such a thing. On the occasions when there was any fingering to be done, Dan would do it himself. She toyed with the tip of his resolute organ, then began to step up the pace as she ground her fingers against the full length of his warm, emblazoned tool.
"AAAHHH, THAT'S WHAT I LIKE," he gasped. "COME ON, FASTEN THOSE FINGERS REAL TIGHT AROUND MY PRICK. THAT'S IT. DRIVE THEM UP AND DOWN MY LONG, BULGING ROD. COME ON AND FINGER MY COCK. OOOHHH, THAT REALLY IS GOOD ACTION. COME ON AND FINGER ME REAL NICE. OOOHHH, COME ON AND DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, FINGER MY DICK. FINGER MY NICE LONG COCK."
Her fingers kept on moving, and the longer that she maintained the action, the more confident that she grew. At first she had been a little fearful about attacking an assignment that she had never previously engaged in, that of fingering a man's cock, but now she was actually learning to enjoy it.
"Okay, now go to work on my balls," he grunted. "You've done a good job on my prick, honey. Play with my hot nuts. Yes, they need the action, too. Come on and really finger them. Ooohhh, ohhh, I really like that. Come on, really let them go to work. Finger my nuts."
He extended his legs slightly, staring intently at his pursuing lover as her fingers switched from his cock to his testicles. At first her fingers moved slowly, but soon enough she was able to acclimate herself to the action at hand, her fingers driving against the ballooning warmth of his mushrooming testicles. After a few more strokes, he found that he was being pushed almost to the verge of orgasm. He had to get her to stop that very moment.
"Okay baby, you can turn loose of my balls now," he said. "Now we're movin' on to the next step."
She withdrew her fingers from his testicles, then stared at him curiously.
"What do you mean, on to the next step?"
"Time for you to suck my cock," he grinned. "That's what I mean."
"Hey, wait a minute. I'm not a slut."
"Who the hell said you were? All I said was that it was time to suck my cock."
"But I've never done that before. That's what I'm trying to tell you," she said in an excited tone, the words rushing from her mouth.
"Then it's high time that you started."
"But Dan, my fiance, never asked me to do anything like that," she shook her head, obviously flustered.
"Poor Dan. Apparently he just didn't know how to control you. No wonder your engagement broke up. I'm not the least bit surprised from what I've seen and heard in just this short a period of time. You needed a guy like me to take complete control. You mean to say you never once sucked him off?"
"No, never. I put my tongue on his cock a few times just to get him excited, after he begged me to do it. Well, I couldn't stand to go through with the whole thing. He was a gentleman enough to let me off. He loved me more than any act. That's what he always said."
"It's just a damned shame that he didn't coax you a little," Richard Graham shook his head. "Like I'm gonna do right now."
"Look, we had a good time. Why don't we bring it to an end right now. Huh? We can do it again."
"Oh, no, you don't. Yeah, that's a nice game to play on some poor stiff. After he reams out your pussy and swallows your juice, gets you real excited, then you want to leave him with a hard cock. I suppose as far as you're concerned I can just go into my little old cabin and jerk off. That's my thanks for the pussy suck I gave you. Is that right?"
"You make it sound so crude. No, I just mean that I think we've had enough sex. We don't need to go any further."
"Oh, sure, that's an easy enough thing for you to say. But here I am left with this fantastic hard-on. Well, honey, I'm gonna get it off. That's all there is to it. Now let's not have anymore fooling around. I want you down there on my prick. I want your tongue to glide up and down it. I wanna juice inside your mouth. We're gonna have ourselves a wild time of it and that's all there is to it. So come on, you're gonna suck me. Oh, yeah, you're like a lot of women. You'll scream bloody murder at first, and say that I'm the biggest son-of-a-bitch that ever hit the face of the earth, but in time you're gonna love it. You're gonna really learn to love it. Then you're gonna wind up thankin' me. You're gonna wind up tellin' me what a great guy I was for insisting that you do it."
"I'll tell you nothing of the kind," she snapped. "I wanna get out of here."
She made an effort to rise, but Graham reached out with his strong hands and grabbed her by the wrists. He used just enough force to convince her that he meant business, and so she dropped once more down to her knees.
"Let go of me, you brute," she shrieked. "I'll call the police and holler rape."
"Oh, sure. You really think anybody's gonna believe that? Since you juiced and all. Yeah, rape all right. Here you are lyin' on my property, lyin' on this towel, and we're both conveniently naked. Screwin' up a storm. Then all of a sudden it's rape. Like hell! You'll yell nothing of the kind."
She knew that Richard's thinking was unerringly accurate and so she did not press the point further. Darlene recognized that slowly but surely she was being pushed into a corner from which there was no apparent escape. He was right in this sense. He had provided her with a wonderful orgasm. He had used his tongue brilliantly. Now he wanted her to turn around and exercise her tongue against the full length of his long, throbbing cock.
He let go of her wrists, then he reached out and grabbed hold of her head. He held on tightly with his fingers, forcing her head downward toward his cock.
"Let go of me," she pleaded. "That hurts."
"I'll relieve the pressure when it's time," he said, "but first you're gonna do your part, honey. Oh, no, you're not gonna renege. Not after I've given you such a good pussy suck. Come on, honey. I want you to turn that tongue of yours loose. I want you to turn it loose against my prick. Now ease it nice and slow over my cock head. Come on, just ease into it. You're gonna find out it's not all that rough after all. As a matter of fact, you're gonna really learn to love it."
She listened to the loud, heavy panting emanating from the rugged writer. Her tongue pushed forward, flicking slowly against the resolute tip of his hard, aroused cock head.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I LIKE THAAAATTT," he sighed. "COME ON, OHHHHH, COME ON AND SUCK ME. OOOHHH, SUCK THE TIP. YES, SUCK THE TIP OF MY COCK," Back and forth her tongue glided, and slowly but surely she started to extend her movements, driving it against the full length of his bloated, inflated tool.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, REACH DOWN AND GRAB MY BALLS," he sighed. "COME ON, PLAY WITH MY BALLS WHILE YOU'RE SUCKING MY COCK. OOOHHH, THAT'S SO NICE. COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT MY PRICK. OOOHHH, THE JUICE IS GONNA SHOOT OUT OF IT. IT'S NOT GONNA TAKE ALL THAT LONG, HONEY. WHAT A JOB YOU'RE DOING. YES, YES, OOOHHHH, YEAH, YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, COME ON AND REALLY SUCK ME. AAAHHH, GIVE ME A WILD, FANTASTIC SUCK."
The louder that his panting became, the more enjoyment that she began to derive from the forbidden act of sucking his cock. She had previously thought of this kind of activity as being downright evil, but now, as her tongue made erotic contact with his penis, and as her fingers ground against the warmth of his testicles, she could see that this was not the case. No, she actually was enjoying it, contrary to what she had anticipated.
"COME ON, OOOHHH, STEP IT UP, STEP IT UP," he grunted. "OOOHHH, EAT MY HOT SHAFT. SUCK ME, SUCK MY PRICK. OOOHHH, REALLY SUCK IT. DRIVE YOUR TONGUE UP AND DOWN IT. OOOHHH, DRIVE IT UP AND DOWN MY COCK."
His legs trembled as he pushed his penis forward, easing it even deeper into her mouth.
Her lips began to clasp tightly around the intruding warmth of his assaulting man meat as it ground into the steaming depths of her gullet. She could see just how closely he was moving to the moment of ultimate ecstasy, when the juices would spill from the tormented tip of his inflamed pole.
"Don't panic when I shoot," he gasped. "Just swallow it, honey. Come on, ohhh, don't get that surprised. It's just some nice, hot, thick juice. Think of it as a nice protein cocktail. Yes, you'll love it. You'll love eating it."
His fingers warmly massaged the satiny smooth skin of her back. His fingers pushed against both the warm flesh and the perspiration that had generated from all the wild activity of which she'd been a part. All the while her tongue kept on maneuvering up and down the full length of his hard, aroused spear as she pushed him that much closer to the vaunted precipice of orgasm.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY DOING IT NIIIIICE," he told her. "OHHHH, I'M GETTING SO CLOSE. YES, OOOHHH, THE STUFF. IT'S GOT TO SPRAY. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA SHOOT OUT OF MY PRICK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT. COME ON, EAT IT, OOOHHH, GET SET, REALLY GET SET."
His fingers clutched tighter than before against the warmth of her back. He listened to the loud scraping sounds of her tongue as it kept on coming into rapid-fire contact with his bloated, blue-veined tool. Her fingers clutched tightly against his receptive, ever-ballooning testicles.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HERE IT GOOOOOES," he loudly sighed. "OOOHHH, DARLING. YES, OHHHH, SUCK THE STUFF OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, OHHHH, COME ON, GET IT. OOOHHH, GET IT. OOOHHH, EVERY DROP. COME ON, OOOHHH, REALLY SWALLOW IT. COME ON, HONEY. DON'T LET IT GET AWAY. IT'S PRECIOUS STUFF. YES, OOOHHH, YOU SHOULD REALLY WANT IT. YOU SHOULD REALLY LOVE IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON AND SWALLOW IT. OHHHHH, SWALLOW MY PRICK LOAD."
He shoved his body forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth as he watched the drops of his thick, white, orgasmic spray spurt from the tip of his tormented organ and into her mouth.
At first she was unable to cope with his load. Drops of his hot, white jissum rolled down both sides of her mouth.
"OOOHH, STEADY, STEADY, STEADYYYYY," he warned her. "COME ON, HONEY. SWALLOW THAT STUFF. DON'T PANIC. COME ON, EAT MY HOT COCK JUICE. YOU WANT IT, YOU REALLY WANT IT. SO DON'T LOSE IT. NO, NO WAY. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH TO PASS UP."
His fingers clutched tightly at her scalp, holding her head firmly in place. After that she managed to loosen up a little, her tongue attacking the deluge of thick, white jissum that spurted into her mouth. Back and forth it swirled as she began to bring his load under control.
"AAAHHH, THAT'S IT, THAT'S BETTER, THAT'S BETTER. OOOHHH, HONEY, YOU'RE LEARNING AFTER ALL," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, DARLENE, YOU'RE GREAT. COME ON, EAT ALL THE COCK JUICE. COME ON, OOOHHH, IT'S REALLY SPILLING NOW. IT'S SPILLING OUT OF MY HOT PRICK. YES, I WANT YOU TO SWALLOW IT. OOOHHH, DO IT, REALLY DO HIIIIITTTT!"
His sweaty body lunged forward one last time as he watched the last few drops of his thick, escaping white fluid spill from the end of his jetting penis. After that she released her tongue from his organ.
She stretched out on the towel, looking up at the grinning Richard with a measure of disbelief in her eyes.
"You act like you can hardly believe what happened," he said. "Am I right!"
"You're right. You read me. How can you tell?"
"Your expression's giving you away. You're a very expressive girl. Yeah, you'll have some misgivings for awhile. You'll think that maybe you've done something really terrible by sucking a man's cock, but then after the guilt feelings go away you'll realize that you were silly to ever have them. It's just one of those things a girl's gotta go through. But one time or another you had to do it. There had to be a first time, just like when your fiance drove his cock into your pussy for the first time."
"I suppose that's true. It's just that so much happened here."
"I hope you realize it. You were a very horny girl. You really needed it bad, but you were afraid to say so. That's why you took off that beautiful blue bikini and stretched out over there. Incidentally, you sure did look great lying there along the lake."
"You saw me?"
"Of course I did," he chuckled. "I might be one to concentrate on my work, but never to the point where I wouldn't be able to spot a beautiful woman in a bikini. I just didn't want you to know that I'd seen you. And I guess you didn't want me to know that you were looking at me."
"You saw that, too?"
"Of course I could," he laughed. "I might not have eyes in the back of my head, but I've got damned good peripheral vision. It wasn't that hard to see."
"Maybe not."
"But don't feel bad, honey. You needed it and you weren't afraid to go after it, even if you did it in an unconventional way. And I was more than happy to accommodate you."
CHAPTER FIVE
For the next few weeks, Darlene Francis was in Richard Graham's company almost exclusively, apart from the time that she spent on her job.
They took long walks together in the darkness of evening, strolling along all kinds of barely trodden paths that she and few others knew anything about. They enjoyed lovemaking on a grand scale. It hurt Darlene, however, that one evening when, after having had sex, Richard stared at her beautiful face and caressed it, examining it in the semi-darkness of his bedroom, at which point he revealed: "Honey, I don't know how to say this and make it sound easy, so I'll just blurt it out."
"What is it?" she looked at him with a sense of foreboding.
"I'll be leaving here at the end of the week. I just talked to the producer of my new show. I read some of the scenes on the telephone to him. He said it sounded like it was ready. At least I'm ready to the point where I can go to New York and we can iron out the kinks and make any final changes that are needed."
"I can't say I'm surprised. I kept hoping that it would be longer and longer, but I knew that soon enough you would be leaving."
"Yeah. My lease won't be up for another week or two, but I am taking off early. You see, I didn't know when I came here just how long it would take me. I had a terrible case of writer's block."
"You mean you were having trouble getting anything down?"
"I was having trouble getting anything down on paper, yes," he admitted. "It's the same thing with a baseball player. He's hitting home runs, singles, doubles, and the whole works. Then all of a sudden he finds that the balls just aren't falling into place and he's doing nothing but making outs. Or a pitcher who finds he's getting hitters out all the time, and then suddenly loses his stuff. It happens in my profession, too, and that's what happened to me. That is, until I got the fresh change of scenery. My psychiatrist told me that that was the thing to do."
"You're going to a shrink?"
"Practically all the fashionable people in New York and Hollywood do," he laughed. "As a result, the shrinks do a fantastic business. Well, all in all this guy's been pretty decent to me. Very sensible, I'd say. I told him I was worried, that I thought I might be losing my stuff. He told me the change of environment might do me a world of good. Here I was sweating away in my Manhattan penthouse apartment, overlooking Central Park, unable to do a damned thing. Then I switched to here. I'll tell you, at first I couldn't do anything here, either. But then I met you."
"It has been wonderful."
"It's been more than that," he squeezed her hand tenderly. "You see, I found that I was able to overcome that writer's block. Right after that first day that I met you, in fact, I was feeling better already."
"I do remember that your fingers were going over those keys like crazy. But why? We'd had an argument the day before, as I recall. Why would that make you more creative?"
"Ah, very simple," he chuckled. "I had a hunch we were gonna get to know each other very soon and very intimately. Right from the beginning I was attracted to you, strongly attracted to you, but I figured you'd go the other way if I came on too strong. Particularly if I reacted as quickly to my instincts and tried to put the make on you."
"You're a very clever guy, Richard. Yes, no doubt I would have gone the other way."
"Then when you just stretched out there in the nude, well, I figured I knew enough about practical psychology to pick up on what you were doing. You were desperate to express yourself, and you badly needed to have a man make love to you. Not just any man, but somebody who could really turn you on and make you feel good. Well, that kind of set you free, and it did the same thing for me. I felt so much better after that happened. After the argument. I just knew we were gonna make it. Then the next day. Well, after the sex, I worked faster than ever. I think I really surprised my producer. As a matter of fact, there was a pause there on the phone after I told him how far I'd gotten. I think he briefly fainted."
"When will we be seeing each other again?"
"I don't know, honey, I really don't. But I know one thing. I'll never forget you."
He held her close and kissed her. She managed to hold back the tears, but just barely.
Immediately after Richard Graham left, a team of construction workers showed up at the site of his large cabin. They began to work frantically, and, one day, she found out precisely what they were doing.
It turned out that the famous black Cuban heavyweight prize fighter, Gunner Gonzales, would be using this site to train for a major fight that would be held in Yankee Stadium in the middle of October. It was one in which he, provided that Gonzales could win, would be assured of a shot at the heavyweight championship of the world.
"Yeah, we've just had one famous guy leave here," the construction foreman told her, beaming with a happy smile, "and now we've got another one. I've got to come out here and see him work out."
"Then you're constructing a ring? That's it?"
"That's so right. And we're gonna construct another little cabin next to this one. That'll be for the sparring partners, for a little dressing room, and a place to store equipment."
"How fascinating. Lake Kelsey is gonna become the scene of a prize fight training camp."
"Yeah, I'm kinda loo kin' forward to it myself," the foreman said.
After the construction was gotten out of the way, what with the workers putting in a good deal of overtime to meet the deadline, it was Darlene's responsibility in her forest ranger's capacity to go to the camp and make a quick inspection to see that everything was fine as far as safety was concerned. It was then her responsibility to talk to Cal Jeffries, Gonzales's American trainer, a hard-bitten New Yorker, who had brought the talented Cuban out of his native land. She remembered having read the article in the paper about how he had defected following a U.S.-Cuban boxing tournament that was taking place in Las Vegas. Castro had ranted and raved in the aftermath of the defection, but, in the final analysis, had fumingly concluded that if Gonzales was really that eager about leaving his native land and defecting to the United States that it was good riddance as far as he was concerned.
Now she would be seeing the Cuban in the flesh. She couldn't help but wonder just what he would be like. She walked up to the edge of the ring, where Cal Jeffries was chomping on a fresh cigar. The thick-set, white-haired man was talking to several reporters. When he saw her standing there looking official in her forest ranger's uniform, he brought the temporary press conference to a halt.
"I'll see you boys later," he winked. "It seems like this young lady here wants to talk to me.
And since she's a hell of a lot better looking than you mugs, you'll have to wait."
The reporters laughed good-naturedly, thanked Cal Jeffries for his time, and walked away.
"What can I do for you, young lady?" he asked.
She promptly set forth the guidelines that were expected of residents of the area. She explained in particular that smoking was frowned upon, despite the fact that she recognized a lot of the reporters and spectators who would be visiting the camp liked to smoke. He took his cigar out of his mouth and frowned.
"Come on now, isn't that going a little too far?" he asked.
"You'll notice I didn't say it was prohibited," she said. "What I'd like is this. Believe me, I'm practical-minded enough to recognize how difficult it would be to enforce something like this. I mean with people coming from all over. Reporters. Curiosity-seekers. Boxing fans."
"You bet it would, honey."
"So here's what I'm suggesting. If you make a voluntary effort. That you have people from the camp here constantly on the look-out, watching closely whenever somebody is smoking. There are tremendous risks for forest fires around here, and we had a bad one not all that long ago."
"I'm glad you warned me," he smiled. "Yeah, I'll watch real close. We'll keep on top of the ball."
"Thank you very much. That was all I really had to say."
Just as she was ready to bid good-bye to Cal Jeffries, she heard a buzzing through the ranks of the assembled onlookers. Then they spontaneously burst into applause.
She stood in awestruck silence as the muscular, lumbering figure of Gunner Gonzales loomed into view. He was wearing a pair of white boxing trunks with a black stripe and black boxing shoes. He was wearing no T-shirt, and so she got a chance to examine the rippling smoothness of his muscular form. Darlene could tell at a glance how finely toned his body was, and she could see that here was a master athlete in the flesh. She observed his sinewy thighs, his muscular ankles, and his firmly jutting chest. She looked down at his washboardlike stomach, muscles rippling from it from so many sit-ups that he had done to maintain tightness in his stomach.
The light-complexioned Negro had to walk past Darlene on his way into the ring. When he caught a glimpse of her, his eyes sparkled and he stopped long enough to talk to her.
"Hello there," he greeted her in a reasonably thick Spanish accent.
"Hello. Welcome to Lake Kelsey."
"Thank you. Thank you very much," he grinned broadly, showing his glistening white teeth in the radiance of the warm afternoon sunshine. "It will be a real pleasure with somebody as beautiful as you around. I'm Gunner."
"Yes, I know. I know you by reputation."
"How very nice," he chuckled. "And your name?"
"Darlene."
"Darlene. I'll remember that. I hope I will see you around here some more, Darlene."
"Hey, Gunner, get your ass in that ring and stop screwin' around," Cal Jeffries reprimanded him, scowling as he stared at his fighter, who looked over at Darlene and shrugged helplessly. "You're here to get ready for a fight, not flirt with beautiful women."
"What can I do with a manager like this?" he shrugged laughingly, climbing up the steps leading to the ring.
Darlene laughed, bid Cal Jeffries good-bye, and walked away. She took one last look at Gunner Gonzales as she walked past the cabin. He was limbering up his supple muscles, gliding on his toes around the ring as he flicked punches at an imaginary opponent.
The rest of the day Darlene was unable to put Gunner Gonzales out of her mind. The following morning, after she had risen particularly early for breakfast, she walked out the door of her cabin and observed the trotting image of Gonzales and a tall, lanky white fighter who was his sparring partner, as they jogged past her.
"Good-morning, Darlene," he smiled. "So very nice to see you again."
"Good-morning," Darlene called back, smiling broadly.
The rest of that day she began laying plans. She thought about how fantastic it had been the time that she had stretched out completely in the nude for Richard Graham, and how he had found her in the bushes, then had ravished her in spectacular fashion. Should she do the same thing with Gunner Gonzales? Seeing as how Cal Jeffries was so concerned about seeing to it that his fighter did not have any distractions of a feminine nature, she knew she would have to resort to something very subtle if she wanted to succeed in having sex with Gonzales. She couldn't help but think about just how bold and daring she was becoming over the course of the last few weeks. Her relationship with Richard Graham had changed so much, and it had all started when she had stretched out in the nude in a clump of bushes.
The next morning, she rose bright and early. After taking a long and luxuriating shower, she dried her naked body off, slipped briefly into a skimpy bikini, guided her feet into a pair of thongs, then grabbed a towel and walked toward the clump of bushes that she had designated to put her plan into effect.
She slowly eased out of her bikini, then stretched out on the towel. Darlene extended her legs slowly, looking down at the tufts of her pubic curls. Her heart began to pound with restless anticipation. She was hoping that Gunner would show up. It bothered her just a little that he was in the practice of running with another fighter, but she decided that, if it was to work out, it would.
Finally she saw the images of Gunner and his sparring partner running past her on the small dusty path that was situated not far from where she was stretched out. Gunner's alert eyes immediately observed her. He then called out to his sparring partner.
"Hey, Hank, that sun's really comin' up over there," he said, pointing in the opposite direction.
As Hank's head jerked over toward the right, Gunner looked down at the beautiful naked woman and winked.
She could not help but be impressed by Gunner's shrewdness. He had deliberately prevented his sparring partner from eyeing her beautiful naked body.
Darlene lay there stretched out on top of the towel. The longer she thought about Gunner Gonzales, and envisioned the promise of his seductive wink, the hotter that she became.
She began feeling like pepper between her legs, recalling just how excited she had been on that occasion when she had enticed Richard Graham.
Just about the time that she was becoming convinced that he would not show up at all, he appeared.
As she heard the sound of footsteps in the distance, a tingle of excitement raced up and down her spine. She looked in the direction of the sounds and observed Gonzales, now wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt with the words LAKE KELSEY emblazoned in red, proceeding toward her.
All of a sudden her body began to twitch even more noticeably than before. She was excited. This handsome man had returned, just as she had hoped he would.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hello, beautiful," Gunner smiled as he stood just a few feet away from her. "I would have been here earlier, but my manager would have caught on. Hank wanted to go for a walk with me after I showered and had breakfast, but I told him no. I wanted to be alone. Alone with my thoughts. How do you like that?" He burst into loud laughter. She liked the way that his eyes seemed to dance and his whole face came alive whenever he laughed.
"You're a pretty shrewd guy, Gunner," she told him.
"I thought that in particular when you diverted your friend's attention."
"Listen. Hank and I are very good friends. We get out there and we help each other. Hank's fighting on the same card I'm on. I'll do anything to help him with his boxing career and he's the same way with me. But there's one time when I won't help him and he won't help me. When one of us has got a woman in mind."
"I see."
"Hank would have wanted to come along. I didn't want to share you. I wanted you all to myself."
"How do you know I want sex?" she looked at him teasingly. "Maybe I'm just a nature freak and I love lying around here in the nude."
"Oh, no. I could tell from the way you looked at me. I could even tell when we met at the camp. Naw, you want it, and I definitely want you."
Boldly the light-complexioned Negro unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his hard, aroused cock, moving his fingers slowly but surely up and down the rigid base of his solid male organ.
"Oh, yes, I like a good hard cock," he said. "I really like it. I like it because of what I can do with it. I wish that I didn't have to fight at all. Frankly, I don't like the idea of hitting somebody else. I'm just good at it so I make money. But my real love is fucking. I'd like to spend all my time just fucking somebody like you."
"You sound like quite a sexy man."
"Just look at the size of my prick," he declared proudly "Doesn't it look like I can take care of the needs of you or any other woman?"
"I'm sure you've never had any complaints."
"No, no complaints," he chuckled, "but lots of invitations to go back for more."
"That I can readily imagine," she nodded and smiled.
She watched with mounting sexual expectation as the handsome, light-complexioned Cuban Negro manipulated his fingers up and down his stirring cock for several more uninterrupted minutes. After that he restlessly glided his T-shirt over his head, tossing it into the bushes. He then began to gasp and sigh as he undid his tight-fitting blue jeans and slid them down his legs and off of him. Finally he kicked off his shoes and was ready to proceed with the action.
She stared in breathless awe at his magnificent presence. His muscles were rippling, his body lean and solid, perfectly proportioned. He looked like a perfect fighting machine. Or, better yet, at least as far as the present situation was concerned, a perfect fucking machine.
He seemed to purr in a cat-like manner as he eased his body downward onto the towel.
He watched as his beautiful lover lewdly extended her legs. After that he reached out and threw his arms around her body, pressing it tightly against his, shoving his solid chest against the firmness of her jutting, alabaster breasts. He shoved his lips forward, letting them penetrate sharply against hers. Her head swirled as they kissed for several long, invigorating moments. After that he glided his tongue forward, letting it snake with sensual diligence inside the wetness of her damp, warm, thoroughly aroused mouth.
For the next few seconds their tongues breathlessly collided. Back and forth they whirled in a sea of dazzling ecstasy. She loved the idea of his tingly tongue pushing against hers, of his saliva intermingling with her own.
When Gunner Gonzales eventually removed his tongue from his lover's mouth, the handsome athlete became suddenly infatuated with her pussy. Already he could see glistening droplets of excitation surfacing in her pink pussy and gnarled pubic hairs. He reached down with his right hand, gliding his fingers into the intimate warmth of her succulent vagina.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT DRIVES ME WILD WHEN SOMEBODY DOES THIS TO MEEEEE," she grunted, her hips twisting and writhing against the towel beneath her.
"COME ON, GUNNER. OOOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF ME. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY DO IIIIITTT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS SO NICE. OOOHHH, KEEP THOSE FINGERS TWISTING. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY LET THEM CURL."
Back and forth he kept on spiritedly gliding his fingers against the wetness of her silky smooth pussy. When he released them, he reached out and let his fingers tightly clasp against the warmth of her trembling thighs.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A PAIR OF LEGS," he gasped. "THEY'RE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. OOOHHH, I'VE FUCKED SOME OF THE MOST GORGEOUS MODELS IN NEW YORK, DARLING, AND YOU HOLD YOUR OWN WITH ANY OF THEM. A LOT OF THEM WOULD TURN GREEN WITH ENVY IF THEY JUST SAW YOU. OOOHHH, HONEY, YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. OOOHHH, I TURN ON WITH YOU. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE BEING AROUND YOU."
His fingers continued to clutch tightly at the warmth of her thighs until, finally, he puckered up his lips, then shoved them downward against the enticing smoothness of her sweltering vagina. She heaved a loud, deep sigh as his lips came into fervent contact with her mound.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A FEEEEELIIIIING," she loudly declared. "OOOHHH, LOVER. OOOHHH, THIS IS SO GOOOOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, I REALLY LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KISS MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'M READY TO EXPLODE. OOOHHH, IT DOESN'T TAKE MUCH, OOOHHH, IT DOESN'T TAKE MUCH. NOT THAT KIND OF ACTION. OOOHHH, DARLING, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING."
Her entire body writhed in sensual appreciation as he finally withdrew his lips from her pussy, then shoved them forward once more, letting them grind and slide with dramatic impact as he pushed them against the succulent moistness of her inflamed vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW GOOOOODDD," she grunted. "OOOHHH, DARLING. OOOHHH, YOU ARE A SEX MACHINE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, SO GOOOOOOODDD."
He kissed her time and again, letting his lips devour the warmth of her magnificent, velvety smooth cunt. When he finally released them, he reached out with his tongue, letting it sensitively probe against her gnarled, exceedingly moist pubic curls.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW YOU'RE TURNING ME OOOOONNN," she sighed. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING. OOOHHH, MOVE IT REALLY NICE. OHHHHH, AAAHHH, DO IT. YES, OOOHHH, DARLING. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, I WANT IT, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU."
At first his tongue explored her with slow, meticulous strokes, and he confined his activities to her wet pubic thatch. Eventually he let his tongue explore the dampened region of her sodden vagina. His tongue began to twist and throb as it worked its way with increasing swiftness inside the seething moistness of her twat as she was pushed ever closer to the state of a dramatic and spine-tingling climax.
"OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR TONGUE MOVING," she loudly declared. "OOOHHH, HONEY, TONGUE ME, YESSSS, OOOHHH, REALLY TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, JUST DRIVE YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, SLIDE IT, SLIDE IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. HOW I NEED IT. YES, I'VE GOT TO EXPLODE. OOOHHH, YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO TO ME, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT'S SO GOOOOOOODDD."
His tongue continued to make well-timed contact with the warmth of her inflamed vagina.
Every now and then he would let it tease and scrape against the erect node of her electrified clitoris. That in particular would send her into a state of towering sensual ecstasy. Beads of sweat began rolling down both sides of her face and surface on the rest of her body as well. She grunted and gasped, her hips twisting and twitching as he kept up his swift, cannonading tongue thrusts, driving ever deeper I and more intensely into the quivering softness of her I inflamed organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP TONGUING, KEEP TONGUE, KEEP DRIVING YOUR TONGUE," she sighed. "COME ON, LOVER. OOOHHH, JUST GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, YOU CAN DO IT. THAT FANTASTIC TONGUE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, TONGUE ME, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, BLAST AWAY WITH THAT SEETHING TONGUE. OOOHHH, PLANT IT IN MY PUSSY. PLANT IT REAL NICE. I'VE GOTTA EXPLODE, YES, YES, I'M SO CLOOOOOOOOSE."
His fingers reached out and clutched against the warmth of her cascading breasts. After he released his fingers from her beautiful breasts, he reached out and let them clutch tightly against the warmth of her smooth buttocks flesh. The tighter that he clasped with his fingers, the deeper that he probed with his sturdy, incessant tongue, which continued plunging into the blazing inferno of her dampened, thoroughly aroused pussy. Finally, as she became overwhelmed by the tingles of wild sensation that she felt throughout her vagina, she realized that she just had to explode.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HONEY," she grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GO AFTER EVERY DROP. YES, OOOHHH, THE STUFF'S GOTTA SPRAY. OOOHHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS SO NIIIIICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, IT'S SPLASHING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, HONEY, AAAHHH, TONGUE ME. YES, OOOHHH, MOVE THAT HOT, STIRRING TONGUE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YES, DO IIIIITTT. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S SO GOOOOOD. SO GOOOOOOOD, SO VERY GOOOOODDD."
His fingers kept pressing against the tight folds of her warm buttocks. Back and forth his stirring tongue kept on driving, manipulating throbbingly against the warmth of her ripe pussy. She heaved one last deep sigh and the juices began to topple forth, gushing into his stirringly alive mouth as he caught every drop of her load, gladly accepting the fruits of his efforts.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, YOU'RE SO GOOD WITH YOUR TONGUE," she told him.
"OOOHHH, GUNNER, DARLING. YES, OHHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF MY LOAD. OOOHHH, MILK ME DRY, DARLING. KEEP MOVING THAT SWEEPING TONGUE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD, SO GOOOOODDD, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'RE HYPNOTIZING ME WITH YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, WHAT A FEELING IT IS. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, IT'S NIIIIIIICE."
She listened to the loud slurping sounds of his tongue as he swallowed the final few drops of her hot orgasmic load. Now he released his tongue from her vagina and she looked up at him and smiled gratefully.
"I'll never forget that one," she said. "You did a fantastic job of sucking me, darling. Thank you."
"How could I resist so appealing a target?" he grinned. "You're some kind of woman, Darlene. You know, I really had to practice self-control this morning. I wanted to just jump on you, pounce on you right then and there. Could you tell it?"
"Well, I saw a certain little merry twinkle in your eyes. I didn't get a chance to look at your crotch."
"I got an instant hard-on. That's another reason why I wanted my friend to look away. He would have caught on that there was a beautiful woman somewhere nearby. Oh, yeah, Hank would have seen you, and then that would have blown the whole thing. I wanted you to myself. Was I being too selfish?"
"I don't think so," she said. "You wanted me and that was it. As you said, you and Hank are the closest of friends except when it comes to sharing women, right?"
"We've shared a few," he smiled, "but whenever we've had a chance to get one to ourselves, we've done it that way."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was obvious from the very expression on Gunner Gonzales's face just how much he meant business.
He had already succeeded in sucking the hot juice from the enchanted nest of Darlene.
Now, without providing her with any warning, he slid his slithering tongue forward once more. This time he let it snake its way with meticulous warmth inside the tightness of her previously unexplored anal passage.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO MEEEE," she sighed appreciatively.
Never in all of her previous sexual experiences, not with her fiance Dan, nor even with her ruggedly handsome writer lover Richard Graham, had she ever experienced the excitement of having her asshole sucked. But here was a man who apparently threw caution to the winds, and who sought to engage in every imaginable kind of provocative activity. It made the stunning brownette feel good to hear him say that he had made love to so many top models in New York. That enhanced her confidence a great deal. Despite her obvious beauty of face and figure, she had wondered if she had that certain charismatic magnetism that it really took to sweep the very ultimate in a sensual man off his feet. Now, over the course of the last few weeks, she had scored with Richard Graham and at present she was infatuating Gunner Gonzales. She could see from the way that Gunner was responding to her that she indeed had that kind of high voltage sex appeal that was reserved for very few women.
His plunging tongue kept working with driving exhilaration, manipulating against the tightness of her anal passage. He ground his tongue all the way into her sphincter, which caused her whole body to tingle no end as she reacted to every quick, twisting thrust that he sent inside her.
"OOHHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT," she told him. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP THAT WILD TONGUE OF YOURS MOVING. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS ACTION. COME ON, OOOHHH, EAT OUT MY ASS, DARLING. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS FEELS. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, SUCK MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, THIS IS NIIIIIIICE."
His tingly tongue continued to open up, manipulating its way inside of the tightness of her taut asshole with even greater enthusiasm than before. Back and forth he let it searingly jolt her, grinding and twisting, working it into the compliant folds of her tight anal sheath.
After a few more hot, plunging tongue strokes delivered with great warmth into her asshole, he released his tongue from his target. Once again, without giving her any reason to believe what was coming next, he reached out with his right hand and delivered the first three fingers in swift, jolting fashion into the same tight-fitting asshole into which he had earlier glided his tongue.
This time the brown-haired young woman, who had felt nothing other than exhilarating warmth and excitement from his tongue action, let out a loud gasp and shriek. She could feel waves of pain being generated by his fingers as he ground them with thundering impact into her vulnerably exposed asshole.
"OOOHHH, GUNNER, OHHHHH, NO, YOU'RE GOING TOO FAR," she exclaimed. "THIS HURTS. COME ON, OOOHHH, YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME. WE WANT TO HAVE FUN, NOT SUPPLY EACH OTHER WITH PAIN. OHHH, LET GO. OH, TURN THOSE FINGERS LOOSE."
She bucked and writhed frantically, but was unable to do anything to deter the determined Gunner, whose fingers continued to slide with thudding impact as he propelled them into the tight, stinging depths of her ravaged rectum. Back and forth he kept on exploring her with solid determination, plunging and thrusting, pushing his fingers steadily into her intruded-upon asshole.
All the while she felt waves of pain. They had been generated by the coursing finger movements of Gunner, who grinned broadly as he continued to maintain solid contact with her tight asshole.
"OHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY HURTING ME. OOOHHH, THIS REALLY STINGS. I DIDN'T THINK THAT YOU WANTED TO HURT ME. OHHHH, YOU'RE BEING DIFFICULT."
"I'm just getting you excited, that's all," Gunner grinned. "I'm breaking your ass in. You're gonna be all right. You're gonna love it."
His jolting fingers kept on making their seismic impact felt, driving into the tightness of her asshole. After a few more quick, jolting thrusts, he released his fingers from her asshole.
He reached out and suddenly let his finger grind tightly against the warmth of her fleshy thighs. She stared up at him with disbelief, unaware of what was happening to her. Soon he jerked her legs over his shoulders, holding onto them tightly as they rested over his broad, awesome shoulders.
"What are you gonna do to me?" she asked.
"I've got you right where I want you now," he grinned. "Oh, yes, just the perfect angle to shove my prick into your asshole."
"Oh, damned, you're not gonna try that, are you?" she gasped. "Say it isn't so, darling. You've gone far enough. Already my ass is stinging from where your fingers were penetrating. Surely you're not gonna do anymore. Surely you're not gonna hurt me with your cock, are you?"
"I'm gonna have some fun," he smiled, "and so are you."
"Oh, no. Please, I'm very inexperienced in lovemaking next to you. I can see that. I'm just not ready for you yet, Gunner. At least ready to go as far as you want to. Why don't you just fuck my pussy? Let's do that, huh? Or, if you'd like, I'll blow you. But don't force your cock up my ass. None of the other two men I've had sex with would have even thought of doing anything like that."
"That's where you're wrong," Gunner said. "With an ass as fantastic looking as yours, they've thought about it. They just didn't quite have the nerve to ask you. Well, I'm not asking. I figure if I did that you'd say no. So I'm just getting you under control, my darling, and you can thank me later."
"Please, Gunner. You're a very handsome, very virile man. You've got a strong cock. You can use it on me in so many different ways, but we don't have to resort to this. As a matter of fact, you're gonna kill me with it. I'm just sure you are."
"Naw, nothing like that," he shook his head. "You're making a lot of noise about nothing. There's no need to be afraid. You're acting like a silly, immature girl. It's gonna be good for you. You wait. I'm gonna just grind it up your hot ass. Oh, yes, it's so tight. I can tell from just fingering it. You really want it, too, whether you know it now or not. There's a side of you that's crying out for it."
"I am not."
"Oh, yes. You're so sensual, very sensual. You want to find out what it's like to be fucked up the ass. Well, that's what I'm gonna do for you. I'm gonna give you a good screw. I'm gonna push my hard, solid cock deep up your hot asshole. Ohhhh, I can almost juice thinking of it. As a matter of fact, look at that. The pre-cum is dropping from my prick."
Sure enough, there were several droplets of crystal cum which oozed out of the tip of his penis and dropped to the ground. He gritted his teeth, staring down at his hard, feverish prick. If ever a man appeared determined and confident of obtaining the particular kind of pleasure that he sought, it was this handsome man at that moment in time.
He heaved several deep sighs, then pushed his thundering cock forward, continuing to let his fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of the vulnerable Darlene's thighs.
"PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T DO IT TO MEEEEEE," she shrieked.
None the less, he held on, pushing his fingers tightly against her thighs. She did her best to kick and squirm, but her efforts were to no avail. He merely clamped his fingers that much more tightly against her thighs, ultimately precipitating pain.
"OHHHHH, PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she sighed. "YOU'RE SQUEEZING MY THIGHS SO HARD. OOOHHH, SO VERY HARD."
"Of course I am, my darling,' he told her. "I've got to. I've got to hold you in place. But while I'm doing that, I'm gonna really be fucking you. I'm gonna drive my hard, long cock up your asshole. Get ready. Oh, yeah, I can hardly wait. Hardly wait to slide my stiff prick up your ass."
He grunted and gasped, pushing his sturdy, fluid- filled member forward. With a loud gasp and a gulp, he hammered his stiffly protruding cock up between her upraised buttocks and into the tightness of her previously unexposed anus. For the first time she had been penetrated by a long, hard cock, and immediately she let out a loud shriek as the tears streamed down both sides of her face.
"OOOHHH, NO, PLEASE STOOOOOOPPP," she grunted. "OHHHHH, YOU BASTARD. PLEASE, OOOHHH, DON'T DO IT TO ME ANYMORE. OOOHHH, THIS HURTS SO MUCH, SO MUCH, SO MUCH. OOOHHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE HURTING ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The determined, unrelenting prize fighter continued to gasp and sigh, driving his stiff, steely pole forward. As he slammed the towering turgidity of his inflamed peter into her, he listened to the scraping sounds of his thickly bloated balls as they slapped against the ripeness of her twisting nether cheeks. At first she squirmed and shrieked, but eventually she ran out of strength and stopped squirming. It was, she realized, a futile gesture anyway.
His hard-driving pecker kept on hammering her forcefully, slamming with great desire, puncturing the warmth of her anus.
"Oh, yeah, I got me a cherry ass," he laughed, "and I love that. I love to break in a beautiful woman like you. Ooohhh, ohhhh, are you ever a fuck. A fantastic fuck. Do I ever love driving my cock inside you. Ohhhh, I can't get enough of a woman like you. What a tight, beautiful ass. Best I've ever had. Ohhhh, when those ass cheeks wiggle. That's so nice, ohhhh, I love it."
All the while he kept on pushing his steaming, torrid phallic tool deep inside her vulnerably exposed anus. He slammed it into her sphincter time and again, spearing her with his merciless onslaught.
At first she thought of Gunner as the most sadistic man in the world. She was convinced that he had found the right profession in boxing, since she was convinced that his enjoyment of meting out pleasure to reluctant opponents had a good deal to do with his success in that profession. All the while he kept on gliding his turgid man meat into the pierced depths of her rectum. After awhile, as she continued to feel searing waves of pain from the stiff contact that she was receiving in her asshole, a different side of her suddenly began to emerge. In place of feeling great pain, she was now starting to enjoy in large measure the stiff, jolting thrusts that he sent into her with his cannonading spear.
The harder and faster that he jolted her with his towering pole, the more noticeable the tingles that started to reverberate through her entire body as she reacted to stab upon stab that his hotly pistoning cock sent into the tightness of her previously virginal asshole.
"OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOUR BUTT'S TWISTING," he panted, continued to slam his spearing prick into her. "YES, YOU'RE GETTING USED TO IT, MY DEAR. YOU CAN'T TELL ME YOU DON'T LIKE IT. I KNEW YOU WOULD. I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT, IN FACT. YOU JUST NEEDED THE CHANCE. A CHANCE TO FIND OUT JUST HOW GOOD THIS COULD BE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT TIGHT BUTT. OOOHHH, IT COULDN'T BE ANY NICER. IT'S JUST MADE TO ORDER FOR MY COCK. I KNEW IT WOULD BE. THIS IS WHAT I WANTED TO DO TO YOU RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING. I KNEW I COULDN'T TELL YOU, THOUGH, BECAUSE YOU'D PANIC. I HAD A FEELING YOU'D NEVER HAD IT THERE BEFORE, AND THAT WOULD MAKE IT ALL THE MORE FUN. OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS."
Her head spun and she continued to feel the waves of pain that he sent her way through his stiffly cannonading cock thrusts, but eventually the pleasure she was beginning to experience started to hold sway. Her entire body tingled, and she was experiencing a combination of pleasure and pain in her besieged ass, unlike anything she had previously experienced in her life.
"OHHHH, THIS FEELS WEIRD," she sighed. "OOOHHH, IT REALLY DOES. I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT'S HAPPENING. IT JUST SEEMS STRANGE, OOOHHH, SO VERY STRANGE."
"YES, YES, YOU'RE LEARNING TO LOVE IIIIIITTT," he panted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH. THIS IS SO GOOOOODDDDD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH. HOW TIGHT. OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT ASS. OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC BUTT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE PUSHING MY STIFF PRICK INSIDE YOU. I'M GONNA JUICE, HONEY. I'M GONNA JUICE INSIDE YOUR ASS. YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT, OHHHH, YOU'LL LOVE FEELING THE HOT STUFF WHEN IT SPILLS INSIDE YOU."
"COME ON, COME ON, KEEP DRIVING IT," she finally shrieked, completely letting herself go. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. YES, YOU WERE RIGHT. I CAN'T GET OVER IT. OOOHHH, GUNNER, BABY. SLAM AWAY. YES, DRIVE YOUR HARD COCK INSIDE ME."
Once again he listened to the thudding sounds of his scraping testicles pushing against the warmth of her twisting ass globes. He reached down and let his fingers clench tightly against the warmth of her cascading ass cheeks as he kept on thrusting and stabbing, pumping into her with his hard, aroused pecker, driving himself ever nearer to the point of a wild explosion.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS LIKE THE ATOM BOMB GETTING READY TO GO OFFFFFF," he sighed.
"OOOHHH, OOHHHHH, OHHHHHH. THIS IS SO GOOOOOODDDD. YES, OHHHHH, WHAT FUCKIIIIING. OHHHHH, AAAHHHH, I LOVE DRIVING MY COCK INTO YOU. OOOHHH, SUCH A GOOD FEELING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S GREAT."
He slapped her twisting ass cheeks until they reddened. Even though she felt pain from the stinging slaps, by then she was already acclimated to experiencing a certain amount of pain to derive an even greater amount of pleasure. His hotly throbbing cock kept on pumping and pushing, driving into her sphincter, piercing her to the depths, and all the while he was enjoying every solitary bit of pleasure that he was experiencing. From the very beginning he had coveted this woman's beautiful ass, and now he was enjoying the fruits of his efforts, driving his stiff man meat into her ravaged rectum until he stood on the verge of climax.
"I'd like to do this all day, but I'm getting close, very close," he told her.
"COME ON, OHHHH, SHOOT IT OFF INSIDE ME, LOVER," she shrieked.
"Just what I'm planning to do," he smiled.
He slapped against her shapely buttocks several more times, gasping and sighing, driving his hotly pistoning cock deep inside her asshole. After a few more blistering strokes, he watched as the first few drops of his thick, white penis fluid exploded from the end of his phallic stick and splashed into the tightness of her besieged asshole.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE IT GOES, OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'VE BEEN BUILDING FOR THIS MOMENT," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OHHHH, TWIST THAT ASS. TWIST THAT HOT ASS. THIS FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GREAT. YES, OOOHHH, IT'S ALL SHOOTING. IT'S ALL SPRAYING OUT OF ME. THIS IS GOOD, SOOOOOO GOOD. OHHHH, IT'S SO SO NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT FUCKIIIIING."
Several more times he slapped at her reddened behind as he pumped his stiff prick into her with everything that he had. He watched as the final few drops of his thick, torrid white sperm sprayed from the end of his organ and into her ass.
Eventually he eased his cock out of her asshole.
"It'll be a little sore, but you loved it, I know you did," he told her.
"I couldn't believe just how much," she shook her head. "You really pumped it into me, honey. You took me by force. I guess I could scream rape, couldn't I?"
"Except nobody would believe you," he laughed. "First of all, you wouldn't believe it yourself."
"You're right about that," she nodded. "No, I wanted it. I really did. I guess it showed."
"Yes, it did. It showed deliciously," he smiled.
He reached down and playfully fondled her buttocks.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I consider myself to be in very good shape," Gunner Gonzales grinned. "I'll have my prick up there in no time, and then we'll fuck again. I could fuck all day, but I guess I'd better stop after two orgasms. If I don't, I'll lose a little something when I'm training today, and that damned Cal might figure out what I'd done. He's a detective anyway. He can figure anything out."
"Incredible."
"You're beautiful. Just look at this prick. You love it, don't you?"
"I guess so. It just about tore my ass out."
"Well, it'll be a whole lot easier the next time," he said. "The next time a man stuffs his prick inside your asshole, you're gonna take it a whole lot easier."
"What makes you think I'll want it the next time?"
"I know you," he smiled. "No, you want a good ass fuck. And who could blame you?"
His fingers fondled the tip of his hard, resolute cock. Up and down he began to let his fingers pump and surge as he heaved loud, deep sighs. She could see that here was a man who, just as he'd said, had a limitless sexual capacity.
The well-conditioned fighter finally removed his fingers from his long, thick prong, which he had pumped back up to full length. She stared down at his bloated testicles and realized just how ready he was to engage in some more wild and determined sex.
Before launching into cock action, however, he pushed his tongue forward and let it grind against the tautness of her pert, red nipples. He loved the fact that they were rock hard, and it was just like he was pushing his tongue against two tight, warm pebbles. Back and forth he let his tongue dramatically surge, working against her left nipple, then against her right, after which he would repeat the process. His captivating tongue strokes brought her to a state of dizzying delight.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I WANT IT," she sighed. "MY DARLING, OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. COME ON, KEEP THROWING YOUR TONGUE AT ME. OHHHH, KEEP DRIVING IT AGAINST MY NIPPLES. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THAT'S SUCH A GOOD FEELING. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, OHHHHH, IT'S SO NIIIIIICE."
Her breath became shorter and eventually it started to come in no more than puffy gasps.
His tongue ground back and forth salaciously against the warmth of her prickly nipples for a few more strokes. When he finally released it, he looked down once again at his hard, enraged cock.
He dramatically thrust his determined penis forward, letting it work its way into the tightness of her pussy. He had wanted to fuck her vagina from the very beginning, but had decided to opt instead for her asshole first. Now that he had broken her in property and had sodomized her, he felt a whole lot more confident about everything. Here was a woman he truly had under control.
His fingers clutched against the warmth of her sleek, alabaster thighs as his steaming cock plunged back and forth, driving back and forth against the resilient tightness of her clasping pussy muscles. Darlene knew just how to please a man, thrusting her hips and buttocks forward, meeting his surging stabs dramatically head-on as he kept on pumping and twisting, driving his cock inside her as he worked his way that much closer to the point of a vigorous climax.
"OHHHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEE," she sighed. "GUNNER, DARLING. YOU'RE SO RIGHT. OHHHHH, YOU ARE FANTASTIC. YOU'RE AS GOOD AS YOU SAID YOU WERE. OOOHHH, KEEP UP THE HOT FUCKING. YES, OHHHHH, COME ON, DRIVE THAT HOT POLE INSIDE ME. OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, GIVE ME A WILD FUCK. DRIVE YOUR COCK. OOOHHH, SLAM IT."
He released his hot, insistent fingers from her warmly resolute breasts and let them clutch this time against the firmness of her quivering thighs. All the while she kept bucking back and forth, hissing and mewling, enjoying each and every quick, pulsating pecker thrust that he sent up between her legs and into the searing tightness of her compliant vagina.
"OHHHHH, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING MEEEEE," she grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, SEND IT IN ME. OOOHHH, COME ON, HONEY. SCREW ME, OHHHH, REALLY SCREW ME. GIVE ME A WILD FUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUCK."
His stirring attack continued as he pushed his way that much closer to the state of a stampeding orgasm. He worked his stiffly bloated tool into the tightness of her hotly snapping pussy. Finally the beautiful Darlene could withstand the pace no longer. The juices just had to explode from her searing vagina.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE I GOOOOOO," she sighed. "OHHHHH, OOOHHH, IT'S SHOOTING. OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING. YES, OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR HOT COCK. HONEY, DARLING. OOOHHH, I NEED YOUR FUCK. OOOHHH, I REALLY NEED IT. HAMMER AWAY. YES, OOOHHH, SEND YOUR HOT PRICK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, THAT'S SO GOOD. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEEE."
Once again he resorted to slapping her reddened ass cheeks. He then pushed and pinched with his lingers against the scalding globes as she wiggled them back and forth, heaving deep gasps as the final few drops of her searing vaginal liquid splashed from her overwrought pussy. All the while he kept on driving his thudding cock with swift, decisive impact into the tormenting depths of her tight vagina. After a few more strokes he could no longer hold back the flood tide of thick, white sperm that was begging to be released from the end of his blistering, fluid-filled organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THERE I GOOOOOO," he declared, hunching his body forward dramatically as his strong, sturdy legs quivered. "OHHHH, HONEY. OOOOOHHHH, OHHHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT FUUUUUUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, OHHHHHH. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE SCREWING YOU. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, THIS IS SO GOOOOOD, SO GOOOOOODDD, SO GOOOOOODDDD!"
"OHHH, POUR IT INTO ME," she shouted excitedly. "YES, OOOHHH, I NEED IT, TOO. WE BOTH NEED IT, DARLING. COME ON, KEEP UP YOUR FUCKING. SLAM ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK. DRIVE IT INSIDE ME. YES, OHHHH, REALLY DRIVE IIIIIITTTT."
Several hot, determined stabs later, the final few drops of his thick, white fluid spilled from the end of his towering pole. When he released his cock from her pussy, Gunner Gonzales stared down at her beautiful form, then jumped up to his feet.
"I guess I'd better get ready now," he said. "I'm always afraid of Cal finding out what I'm doing."
"Have you ever balled any woman in the bushes before when you were training for a fight?"
"No, never like this," he smiled. "I guess that's one of the things that really excited me. I like doing different things. I'm not one of these people who likes to do the same thing over and over. I'm always looking for new adventures."
"That I can believe, my dear. Well, you exposed me to a new adventure. fucking."
"You needed it. Am I right?"
"Yes, I guess you were. At the time I sure didn't think so. As a matter of fact, all I could think of was that you were a sadistic guy and that's why you liked boxing."
"Like I said before. It isn't so much that I like boxing. It's just that I'm good at it, and since I'm good at it I make my living at boxing. But this I'm doing just because I love it. I have a tremendous love for fucking. I guess I proved that to you, didn't I?"
"If you didn't it, I'd say you put on a pretty good imitation."
"Oh, no, an imitator I'm not," he laughed as he quickly slipped on his trousers. "If there's one thing about Gunner Gonzales, it's that people always know where they stand with him."
"Yes, I suppose that's true. Of course, you didn't tell me you wanted to fuck my ass. You held out on that."
"Yes, and for a very good reason. If I'd given you any kind of idea that I wanted to ass fuck you, well, you would get away from me as fast as you could. That would have been it, right?"
"You're a clever guy. I've got to hand you that. How many girls have you managed to ass fuck?"
"Oh, I couldn't count," he said as he began to slip on his T-shirt. "Besides, I'm not the kind of man who likes to reveal what I've done after I've done it."
"I wasn't prying. I mean, I didn't expect names or anything. I was just wondering how often you get that kind of sex. Most women go absolutely crazy if it's just mentioned. Like me, for instance."
"Yes, I realize that," he said, "and I guess that's one of the reasons why I like to do it.
Along with the fact that that's one of the tightest and most pleasurable ways of having sex.
Driving a hard cock up a tight rectum. But no, there's also this thing about challenge. I like converting a girl like you, showing her just how much fun you can have fucking that way."
"And, of course, you don't mind the sensations you receive. That certainly has something to do with it."
"Yes. I'd be lying if I told you different."
"You're quite an interesting man, Gunner."
"And you, my dear, are a fascinating woman."
Gunner was now fully clothed. Darlene was amazed at how quickly he could get dressed.
He leaned forward, kissing her lips, then began to quickly stride away.
"Good-bye, my dear, and I hope I'll be able to do it with you again before I leave camp," he said.
"I hope so."
"What a nice tight asshole!"
"Right now it's a pretty sore ass," she laughed.
"Yes, it'll be that way for a little while, but don't let it bother you. You'll get over it. You've got a super tight ass that's just made for fucking. If I hadn't torn my cock into it, somebody else would have. I can tell you that. It was just a question of when."
"Now that it's all over, I guess maybe I can make myself believe that," she said. "Perhaps that's so. Anyway, I sure did love it. I loved the way that you slammed your cock inside me. You really did take charge. I imagine you take charge in the boxing ring in the same way."
"I do my best," he said. "Now I must be going. I've got to take a nap, and then in the afternoon I'll work out. You'd better get your clothes back on."
"I plan to. As a matter of fact, I've got to go to work in a few minutes."
"What a lovely woman you are. Oh, yes, I'll be thinking about your glorious ass the rest of the day. Not only that, but your beautiful pussy. How I loved hammering my hard cock inside it. It was such a wild and wonderful feeling. That's the trouble with so many people."
"What?"
"They just don't realize what kind of wonderful and glorious adventures they can have in sex. Instead they are afraid to try different things. If they would just be a little bold and experiment, they could enjoy themselves so much. Well, nobody can say that I don't experiment."
"No, nobody could ever accuse you of being unimaginative."
"Of course, my darling, it doesn't require much imagination when you see a body like yours. A man's cock gets naturally hard and he wants to fuck you."
"That's what my last lover said," she grinned.
Now Darlene was beginning to dress. Her ass did not feel nearly as sore as it had in the aftermath of the act, at the point at which Gonzales had released his hard cock.
"I'd like to talk to you longer, but I must be going. Goodbye, my sweet," he said.
"Good-bye, Gunner," she replied.
As she finished dressing, Darlene watched Gunner walk briskly away. Finally he disappeared altogether from her sight. She felt a keen sense of disappointment over him being gone. How she would have loved to have been around him a whole lot more.
Whereas she had been able to share Richard Graham's cabin with him much of the time, she knew that there was no such chance with Gunner. He was expected to train properly to get ready for the most important fight of his boxing career, and his manager would have hit the ceiling had he known about his training lapse of that morning.
Darlene walked back to her cabin. She decided that she would fix herself a fresh cup of coffee before going out on her morning chores. All the while she kept thinking about Gunner Gonzales. She could see that wild expression in his eyes as he slammed his tormenting cock hard and fast into the compliant depths pf her asshole.
CHAPTER NINE
Even though Darlene would have loved having an encore with the handsome black heavyweight, Gunner Gonzales, she never received that opportunity.
He stayed in camp another three weeks from the time that they had had sex together. She noticed that, as the time for the fight approached, his manager, Cal Jeffries, started to take an even more personal interest in the supervision of his fighter. He would drive along in a small pick-up truck every morning, watching both Gunner and his spar mate and road mate as they ambled through the woods.
Never again did she plant herself in that kind of enticing position, lying there in the nude in a clump of bushes. She was afraid that if she did she would get caught and there would be all hell to pay.
Several days before he left camp, Gunner saw her as she was driving back to her cabin.
He was taking a stroll out in the woods. He flagged her to a halt.
"I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you again," Gunner said, "but I'll tell you what happened. I think Cal was suspicious that day I came back late."
"He was?"
"Yes. There was nothing he could prove and I certainly was not going to tell him anything. But I wasn't quite as sharp when I was working out that day. Nothing real bad, but he kept getting on me. Like he knew something."
"You figure he suspected because you stayed out longer that day?"
"Yes. And I think he was suspicious also because I said I wanted to go out and take a walk by myself. So after that he started this pick-up routine. He wanted to ride along when I was running, to supervise my road work. He's done that sometimes, but usually when he thinks I'm not training hard enough, or he thinks I might be on to something."
"I see."
"So I'm very sorry. I will be leaving camp tomorrow, or maybe in the next few days. My manager hasn't decided. I guess this is my last chance to say good-bye."
"Yes, good-bye. And good luck, Gunner."
"Thank you. I'll remember you always, Darlene."
He turned and walked away. Darlene could not help but feel a measure of despair as she started up her Jeep and drove off. She had had two magnificent flings with a couple of highly fascinating men, but the problem was they had their own lives to lead and she was not included. Both were only visiting Lake Kelsey for a short period of time.
A few days after Gunner Gonzales and his crew left, and just after the workmen had finished disassembling the ring near the cabin, she was feeling a smoldering restlessness.
In the middle of a rather routine, drab afternoon, Darlene was out in her Jeep inspecting some of the area up by the mountain. Ever since the terrible fire that had occurred at Lake Kelsey, Darlene's supervisor was extra cautious about seeing to it that the rangers inspected the areas of high fire danger carefully.
As she was riding along at a slow pace, she observed smoke rising from above a clump of thick trees in the distance. She parked her Jeep next to the road, then set out on foot for the spot from which the smoke was coming.
She stopped a few feet away, frowning as she observed two men sprawled out in front of their makeshift camp site. She saw the last remnants of what had been the fire that they had built the preceding evening. Her frown continued and her face started to redden with anger. Here they were, two young men, sprawled out in the middle of nature, smoking marijuana.
One of the men was short and husky, with long brown hair and a beard. The other was tall and lanky, with coal-black hair. They already appeared to be in a slap-happy mood from the marijuana that they had consumed, and as she walked closer to them, her sensitive nostrils promptly inhaled the strong scent of the cigarettes.
"This is really the life, Slim," the husky man chuckled. "Just lyin' here right in the middle of nature, smokin' some grass. Yeah, I just love it."
"Me, too," the slender man replied.
They didn't notice Darlene until she was standing just a few feet away from they. They looked up at her with dazed expressions. Then suddenly crooked grins started to emerge from both young men.
"Why hello there," Slim smiled.
"Hello there yourself," Darlene barked.
"Looks like we've got a gal who's mad about somethin', Frank," the slender man said to his husky companion.
"Yeah. Can't figure out what it might be," Frank scratched his head. "Hell, it's a beautiful day. Least it is for us. Wonder what this beautiful young gal's got to be so miserable about."
"It's you, the fact that you guys are carrying on the way that you are," she snarled.
"We're just havin' ourselves a little fun," Frank nodded. "How about you just stretchin' out here with us, honey, and lettin' us roll you a fresh cigarette? A little grass might change your disposition."
"Just lie on your ass and we'll give you some grass," Slim burst into laughter.
His friend joined in and they laughed robustly. All the while the ever-fuming Darlene stood with her hands on her hips, staring first at one man, then the other.
"You guys are a disgrace," she muttered. "Here we have space opened to people for camping purposes and you abuse the privilege by coming out here and smoking those cigarettes. Do you realize that we had a terrible fire not all that far from here just a few months ago. It cost all kinds of money and, fortunately, it didn't cost any lives, but it certainly could have. It was quite a problem for the fire fighters, and a couple of them were even treated for burns afterwards. All we need are a couple of clowns like you to come around here and start another fire. Just look at you, lying around here like a couple of dopes, smoking that stuff."
"Don't knock it if you ain't tried it, honey," Slim said. "By the way, ever smoke the stuff?
You can let your hair down and tell us. You're among friends."
"No, I haven't," she snapped.
She realized that she was not completely telling the truth. She had tried it on one occasion when, at an apartment in a fashionable section of Manhattan, she had attended a party with her fiance Dan. Their host, a prominent advertising executive, had suggested that they all smoke a little grass. She had not really wanted to try it at all, but her fiance had stressed the importance of at least trying to get along with the advertising man and his friends. It was important, he pointed out, for business reasons. She had sampled some of it and had frankly found it to be a rather silly was of spending time. Never again was she tempted to try it.
"Ain't that somethin'?" Frank grinned. "A beautiful young woman like this. And she's never even smoked grass. Tragic, I'd say."
"I would, too," Slim said. "Hey, honey. That's a right fancy-lookin' outfit you've got on there.
Looks like you're working in some kind of official job."
"For your information, I happen to be a forest ranger," she fumed, "and I'm here not to pass the time of day, not to engage in a little joke session with you, but on official business. If you won't stop smoking that dreadful marijuana, I'm going to have to call the authorities. I'll call the sheriff and have deputies come out here immediately. They'll evict you from the premises and let you spend at least a day or two in jail. Give you time to think things over."
"Hey, we're dealin' with a real mean one," Slim looked at Frank and laughed.
"If you guys think I'm, joking, just try me a little further," she said.
"I'd like to try ya', honey," Frank looked at her lasciviously and grinned, when winked at his friend.
"That's a good one," Slim laughed robustly. "Yeah, I'd like to try that one on for size. Damn, what a body. What a face. She'd got it all. Ooowwweee, what a super fuck she'd be!"
"On top of being disgusting, you're also lewd," she snapped. "I'm warning you. Just put those cigarettes out."
"Well, there's only one thing that would make me put my marijuana cigarette out right now, and it ain't the threat of going to jail," Frank said. "Hell, we've both been to jail before. We don't mind. The food ain't all that bad and it's a nice chance to catch up on our sleep. But there is one thing that would make me stop in an instant."
"The same thing that would make me stop," Slim said, eyeing her sensuous breasts.
"Yeah, if we could just have ourselves a nice little cozy time," Frank said. "What I couldn't show you about lovemaking, baby. That's probably the reason you're so uptight. You're up here all alone, workin' as a forest ranger, and it probably ain't enough to satisfy you. Not enough horny men to go around. Well, you're lookin' at two of 'em, honey, and we're both fantastic cocksmen. We'd really give you one hell of a time."
She stared at both men. The brown-haired young forest ranger was beginning to confront a real dilemma. Even though these men disgusted her with their brash attitudes and their complete unwillingness to listen to reason, and despite the fact that they were talking to her in a lewd, coarse manner, she couldn't help but wonder just how good they would be sexually. She had become increasingly morose and tense over the last few days. Darlene kept recalling the beautiful times she had experienced with both Gunner and Richard, and continued to feel sad over the fact that both men had left the area.
Now here she had two hungry, leering males who continued to stare at her. She wondered what it might be like to start posing and exhibiting herself before them. Darlene wondered just what kind of shock might register on their faces if she completely took them by surprise.
Darlene was beginning to wonder just what was happening to her. She feared that she might be turning into a nymphomaniac. Not only that, but an exhibitionist as well. She felt those strong, wild urges sweeping through her whole body as she stood there staring at the two men. They discontinued their smoking at least for that moment, holding the nub ends of their joints in their hands as they looked at her with great curiosity, wondering just what she would be doing next.
The sensuous, brown-haired young woman reacted in a most unpredictable way. In a way that they wouldn't have anticipated at all. They had been teasing her no end about what they considered to be her extreme prudishness. Now here she was, reaching out and slowly unbuttoning her forest ranger's shirt. She pulled out the shirt tails, finished unbuttoning her brown shirt, then eased it toward the back of her shoulders, giving them a very good look at her sensuous white breasts, which were now only covered by the filmy material of her tightly fitting white brassiere.
They sat there breathlessly, every now and then looking at each other with disbelief, the rest of the time staring with hypnotic fascination at the ripe mammaries of the beautiful Darlene. She began breathing in increasingly heavier fashion as she undid her brassiere straps. Finally she tossed her discarded brassiere aside, letting it fall to the ground. She reached up with both hands and let her fingers glide along the sensuous warmth of her marshmallow-like pillows of firm, ripe flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good," she said in no more than a whisper. "It feels wonderful to touch my breasts this way."
The two men continued staring at her in silence. Their cocks dramatically hardened in their trousers. She stared down at their crotches, observing the swelling surfaces of their organs visible beneath their trousers.
Quickly, without saying a word, they tossed their cigarettes down to the ground, stamping them out promptly with their feet.
"You see, we said we could be agreeable," Frank grinned.
"As agreeable as can be," Slim confirmed. "Just as long as we've got somethin' that interests us happenin'. Like right now!"
The two men continued to stare with lascivious anticipation, watching as the brown-haired woman reached down and started to undo the belt which held together her trousers.
Before long she was sliding the trousers down her legs, her shapely buttocks wiggling and dancing as she did so.
Frank reached out with his right hand, promptly unzipping his trousers. He reached down and grabbed hold of his long, hard cock, which he continued to methodically fondle with the fingers of both hands.
The other man, Slim, after observing that Frank had pulled out his stiff prick, decided to do the same. He reached down and unzipped his trousers, removing his hard, throbbing phallic lance. Up and down his fingers manipulated against the steely surface of his inflated phallic tool.
All the while the beautiful Darlene's heart pounded as she felt greater and greater waves of throbbing joy circulating throughout her steaming loins. She longed to finish stripping, and so, she finally stepped out of her forest ranger's trousers. That left her wearing nothing other than her filmy white panties. Her fingers reached out and clutched tightly at the warmth of her crotch-band. Slowly but surely she eased the panties down her thighs.
Her hips continued to twist as the panties slipped lower and lower until, finally, she was stepping out of them and exposing herself in a state of total nudity.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A BOD," Slim gasped.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she walked toward them. Darlene eased her body slowly downward, landing to stretch out comfortably in a clump of bushes not far from where the men were stretched out, a short distance away from where their camp fire had burned the night before.
"What a woman" Frank gulped.
Determined to turn them on to the fullest extent, the shapely, bronze-skinned beauty reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to glide enticingly into the wet warmth of her impassioned pubic nest.
"Ah, she's fingerin' it," Slim sighed. "What a fantastic woman."
Since Frank was closer to Darlene than Slim, he made the first overture. He slid his body over next to hers, continuing to slide his fingers up and down the full length of his throbbing cock.
She toyed with her pussy for a few more strokes, then swiftly released her fingers from it.
They reached out and made a quick, assertive grab for the firmness of his long, rangy organ.
Up and down her fingers began to dramatically pump as she whipped them even more quickly than Frank had when he had been jerking himself off just a few moments earlier.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO DO IT," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OHHHHH, FINGER MY BIG DICK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, DO IT, DO IIIIIIITTT."
"And you silly saps thought I was a prude," she reminded them with just a tinge of bitterness. "How silly you were."
"Guess you can't tell a book by its cover," Slim said.
"You mean I don't look sexy?"
"Hell, no. I never meant that," Slim said. "Far from it."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Well. I was just usin' this sayin', that's all. I meant that you can really get fooled. We both got fooled. You talkin' against grass like that."
"Maybe I don't need grass," she shrugged. "Just maybe I can get high enough on my own juices so that I don't need booze, stimulants, grass, anything like that."
"Oowweeee, you are getting high," Frank gasped. "I can sure see that. Ohhh, keep it up."
Her fingers ground against the full length of his stiff, hard pole. She then reached down and made a quick grab for his testicles. As she clutched at his steaming, mushrooming nuts, he shoved his rock-hard, muscular body on top of her, letting his hairy legs come to rest on both sides of her head.
She looked up at him with wide-eyed fascination. He stared down at her, licking his lips lasciviously.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, you're gonna suck it, you're gonna suck it, you're gonna suck every drop of juice out of me," Frank steadfastly declared.
With that the bearded, husky man drove his cock forward, driving it into the steaming depths of the vulnerably exposed brownette's mouth.
Darlene had no choice other than to open her mouth subserviently and let the horny, heavily gasping Frank pump his stiff, inflamed cock savagely into her gullet. Her sensuous lips pressed tightly, clasping against the warmth of his intruding cock as he worked his hips back and forth, driving it into the steaming depths of her oval cavern.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, THIS IS DEEP THROOOOAAATTT," he sighed. "OHHHHH, WHAT A MOUTH. OOOHGHH, WWWHHHEEE, WHAT A TONGUE. YES, OOOHHH, THIS IS FUCKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA DRIVE MY COCK DOWN YOUR THROAT. YES, OOOHHH, THIS IS SO NICE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH. OOOHHH, I'M GONNA SHOOOOOOOTTT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THE STUFF'S GONNA SPRAY OUT OF THERE. OOOHHH, WHAT A FEELIIIIING."
His hips and buttocks continued to rock as he kept on driving his hard, sturdy cock into the piercing depths of her mouth.
All the while, Slim, who had become increasingly excited watching the action, decided that it was time for him to enter the scene. While Darlene's hips and ass cheeks wiggled salaciously as she lay there on her back, accepting the hard, ravaging stabs of Frank's sturdy prick, Slim eased his way up between her firm, sleek thighs. He reached down and let his fingers caress against her bronzed, sensuous limbs. As he held on to her thighs, he dropped his head down between her legs, picking up the scent of her ripe femaleness.
Before long his tongue was flicking out against the warmth of her already dampened, rust-colored pubic curls.
His tongue danced back and forth, eventually easing its way against the velvety surface of her captivated pussy. Back and forth his tongue suddenly began to lick as he worked it with flaming, impassioned desire into her seething feminine channel. The hotter that his tongue dramatically pistoned, the closer that he pushed her toward the point of a dramatic climax.
She could see that she was getting the best of both worlds from an oral standpoint. Now that she was becoming acclimated to the hot, harsh stabs that Frank was sending forth, she was learning to love every bit of penetrating excitement that he jammed up between her lips and into the deepest recesses of her mouth. Yes, this was throat fucking, and she was enjoying every reckless moment, every impassioned stab that he sent deep inside her.
All the while, she simultaneously felt the swirling sensations in her pussy, those that were being imparted to her in grand fashion by the raging tongue of her inflamed lover Slim.
Eventually Slim's fingers reached out and curled against the twisting warmth of her buttocks. Back and forth his snake-like tongue penetrated into the deepest recesses of her pussy until, finally, she found herself on the verge of explosion.
All the while, Frank kept up his rapid-fire movements. He gasped and sighed, his bloated testicles slapping lewdly against her quivering chin as he kept on punching his way forward, moving that much nearer to the state of a grand climax, when every drop of his hot, surging cream would catapult from the end of his electrified shaft and spill into her eager mouth.
A few strokes later, she found she could no longer hold back the flood tide of sensual anticipation that she felt in her pussy. She listened to the scraping sounds of her buttocks pushing against the bushes below her. She could hear the loud, slurping sounds of her dedicated lover, whose steaming red tongue kept on penetrating and gliding into the velvety softness of her cuntal cavern.
Soon she was feeling almost overwhelmed by her lover's tormenting strokes. Her hips and buttocks twisted and kicked restlessly as the juices started to splash from her throbbing vagina and into his hot mouth.
She wanted to let out a loud gasp, to cry out in a state of triumphant ecstasy, but she was unable to do so. Darlene was unable to make herself heard in any respect. The hard, driving cock of Frank took care of that. It continued to hammer and thrust as it worked into the depths of her mouth.
Her lover's tongue kept on driving with steaming regularity. He swallowed every drop of pussy fluid that exploded from her savory vagina. After swallowing the last of her cuntal oils, he released his tongue from her pussy and licked his lips. He looked down at her and winked.
"Best damn suckin' pussy I ever had," he said. "Bet it's a fantastic fuckin' pussy, too. Yes, you really have it all, honey."
Slim looked down at his hard, restless cock. His fingers methodically massaged his throbbing organ as he watched his friend continue to drive his hot, determined cock deep inside her mouth.
A few moments later Frank reached that point of no return. It was time to unload every drop of his passionate liquid from the end of his stirring organ. He hammered back and forth several more times, heaved a deep sigh, then watched the thick, white drops of his flaming cream as they spilled from the end of his towering pole and into her mouth.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, STAY WITH ITTTTTTT," he grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH. OOOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S ALL SPILLING OUT OF THERE. OHHHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS A FUCK. OH, DAMNED, OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC FUCK. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, YOU'RE MILKING IT DRY. OOOHHH, THE JUICE, OOOHHH, IS IT EVER SPURTING. OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC JUIIIIIIICE. OOHHHHH, AAAHHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A FUUUUUUUCK!"
He watched until the final few drops of his pulsing cock fluid exploded from the end of his thundering phallus. When he withdrew his cock from her mouth, he slid off of her and stretched out a few feet away, catching his breath.
Slim was quick to respond to the occasion. His friend had just finished receiving a fantastic blow job and had orgasmed, and now he was ready to move in and experience some more sensations. With the delectable pussy suck fresh in his mind, he wanted to experience some more wondrous delights of this fantastic beauty.
"It's like Robinson Crusoe findin' a sexy broad on his deserted island," Slim winked as he eased his body toward Darlene. "You were too good to be true, honey."
"Tell me more."
"Why the hell tell you?" he laughed. "I'd rather show you."
"You know, honey. That's even better yet."
Slim reached out with both hands. His fingers were long and possessed a good deal of strength, she discovered, as he let them grind tightly against the warmth of her sleek, alabaster breasts.
"Ooohhh, it feels so great latching onto those fantastic boobs," he gasped. "Ohhhh, what a couple of knockers. Honey, oh, I could squeeze these all day long."
"Go ahead and squeeze to your heart's content," she told him. "I love it. Oh, you're really taking charge. Come on, guide those crisp fingers against my boobs."
"You bet I will," he chuckled. "Oh, yeah, I really love it."
His fingers kept on pushing and pressing, grinding tightly against the warmth of her succulent breasts. Every now and then he would reach out and tweak her nipples. It made Slim feel good to know just how taut, tight and hard her pebbly nipple flesh was. It only demonstrated just how excited she was, and how immersed her body was in a state of seething animal desire, one that could match his own.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE ON FIRE," he told her. "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU ARE.'"
"I'm not afraid to admit it."
"All you had to do was turn us on. Oh, when you slipped out of that shirt. I thought my juices were gonna pop right then and there."
"I'm glad they didn't. We wouldn't have wanted you to waste a load, would we?"
"No way. No, not when we've got that beautiful body of yours to have all kinds of fun with. To fuck, to do with as we want."
His fingers kept on pushing and penetrating tightly against the warmth of her stirring breast flesh. After he released them, he reached out and let his fingers push against the warmth of her buttocks. He slid his head forward, letting his lashing tongue, the same talented tongue that had recently stroked her pussy, whip against the firmness of her cascading, white breasts. He loved listening to the loud, heavy sounds of her breathing, which was indicating just how excited she was becoming in the presence of Slim.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, YOU'VE GOT A TONGUE THAT DRIVES ME WIIIIILD," she loudly declared. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, KEEP WORKING THAT HOT TONGUE. OOHHHHH, DRIVE IT, DARLING. OOOHHHH, DRIVE IT AGAINST MY BOOBS. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, GO TO WORK. TONGUE ME, TONGUE ME, TONGUE MEEEEEE. OOOHHHH, TONGUE MY HOT TIIIIIIITS."
His fingers dug a little harder against the warmth of her rapidly twisting buttocks while his tongue continued its rapid-fire pursuit of her quivering breasts. The faster that his steaming tongue manipulated as he pushed it against her searing white alabaster flesh, the harder that his thick, turgid prick became. He longed to spear this brown-haired woman with it, to demonstrate to her conclusively, once and for all, just how good a cocksman he was. He and Frank had boasted earlier about being good at performing, and he wanted to leave her with a memory, one that would be planted indelibly in both her mind and body.
Crisply his fingers kept pressing against her buttocks and his tongue continued to glide against her breasts. Finally he released his fingers from her asscheeks and his tongue from her boobs. When he did so, he looked down at her and stared. His eyes had widened with a sense of sensual desperation. She could see how just eager he was to dominate her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
An intense white heat encompassed the entire body of Slim.
He gasped and sighed loudly, then reached out and made a quick grab for the slender, delectable thighs of the panting Darlene. She wanted to be taken by this man, to be thoroughly dominated by his stiff, desire-filled organ.
What she hadn't counted on, however, was the manner in which he was preparing to carry out this domination. He had stared at her ripe, firm ass cheeks several times in the last few minutes, and had finally decided that it was through domination of her asshole that he would achieve his orgasmic satisfaction.
As he tightly held on to her thighs, throwing them over his shoulders, he pushed his stiff cock toward her vulnerably exposed anal cleft.
Even though she remembered the delirious sensations she experienced from Gunner Gonzales when he had stuck his nifty cock into the ravaged depths of her rectum, there was also the fear side of her that emerged. It bothered her to think about the pain she had been subjected to when he had driven his hard, throbbing meat into her asshole. Now she was fearful over what might happen when she was exposed to the punching cock of Slim, whose eyes widened with every increasing moment, the delirious waves of passion shooting through his whole body. He felt a surging, pulsating sensation in his cock and balls, and he knew that this was one glorious fuck that he would long remember.
"OOOHHH, NOT THAAAAAATTT," she grunted. "OHHHHH, I'M SCARED."
"HANG ON, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M GONNA FUCK THAT HOT ASSS," he told her.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH. I'M GONNA SLAM MY STIFF PRICK INSIDE YOU. OOOHHH, I CAN HARDLY WAIT. OHHHHH, WHAT A TIGHT BUTT. OOOOHHHH, HERE IT IIIIIIIISSSS. OOOHHHH, AAAHHHH, IT'S SENSATIONAL. YES, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT. LOVE IT. LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT."
His fingers pushed tightly against her twisting buttocks flesh as he rammed his hard, stiff pole into the tight inner depths of her asshole. He gasped and sighed, keeping up his pummeling activity, driving his stiffly assertive organ as he worked it back and forth, slamming it into the tender depths of her tight asshole. She remembered what Gunner Gonzales said. He had assured her that the second time around it wouldn't be nearly as hard for her to withstand a stiff cock as it had been on the first occasion. This was proving to be correct. The beautiful brownette was learning to accept and endure the hard, jabbing stabs of a rock-hard cock inside her asshole.
While the thundering fuck continued, Frank, who had been lying stretched out in the grass a few feet away, suddenly began to feel stirring waves of sexual anxiety. Just watching his friend slam his stiff shaft deep inside Darlene's ravaged asshole was enough to cause him to feel new waves of excitement. Yes, he had received a fantastic blow job, but now he was ready for more action.
He looked down at his cock, which was beginning to gather strength and momentum. His fingers pushed against the tip of his cock head, and soon he was letting his fingers race up and down its rapidly expanding surface. He watched as his stirring stem continued to gather momentum. Finally he was sporting as significant a hard-on as had been there prior to his last orgasm.
"Hey, Slim, can I join you?" Frank asked. "There's another hole that's open. Her pussy."
"You're right," Slim nodded. "Okay, let's give her a nice sandwich. You ever had it sandwich style, honey?"
"No. I don't even know what you mean," she shook her head, her ass cheeks continuing to writhe and twist under the hard, jabbing stabs of Slim's insistent, driving cock.
"Then I guess our little gal is in for an education," Slim smiled.
Frank closed in. She listened to the sounds of his heavy breathing as he prepared to shove his cock forward.
"A sandwich, honey, is when your asshole is being plugged by one prick and your cunt by another," Frank explained.
"Oh, my. That sounds positively indecent," she chuckled.
"It is, and that's what makes it so much fun," Slim told her.
While Slim continued to drive his solid prick into the tightness of her anus like an axe handle, his nether cheeks slapping resoundingly against her shapely buttocks, Frank shoved his tumid shaft forward and, positioning himself just in front of his friend, started to ram his stiffly pistoning cock inside her pussy.
She was feeling twinges of pain from the asshole stabs to which she had been subjected, but nothing to the point where she was about to complain and lament in the manner that she had when she had been totally taken by Gunner Gonzales. No, she was becoming acclimated to ass fucking, and in fact, she was learning to thoroughly enjoy it. As for the sandwich concept, the first time that Frank drove his steely cock inside the tightness of her cuntal pit, she heaved a loud sigh of sexual excitation. She actually enjoyed every hard, surging stab that he sent inside her steaming cuntal valley. She liked the fact that her entire body was being riddled with sensation, particularly the two areas where it counted the most, her electrified and agitated asshole.
"OOOHHHH, OHHHH, YOU GUYS ARE REALLY DOING IIIIIIIITT," she exclaimed.
"OHHHHH, AAAHHHHH. OOOOHHHHH, YOU'RE REALLY DRIVING ME WILD. OHHHHH, YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH YOUR HARD, STEADY COCKS. OHHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHH, PUMMEL ME. THAT'S IT. OOOHHH, DRIVE YOUR PRICKS. OOOHHHHH, COME ON, TAKE CHARGE OF ME. OOOHHH, YOU GUYS ARE JUST TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, THIS IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, TOO MUUUUUUCH."
Frank grinned broadly, continuing to slam his stiff, steady cock inside her pussy. Wild sensations continued to erupt in his cock and balls. His testicles percolated with warm, excited penis fluid, which would ultimately tumble from the end of his towering shaft.
As for Slim, he was in the final vestiges of the delirious act of which he was a part. As his hard cock kept on slamming home, driving into the ravaged depths of her assaulted asshole, he reached down and started to slap vigorously at her ass cheeks. Never in her entire life had she derived this much sensation at one time, and soon she was pushed to the verge of her climax of her own.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HERE I GOOOOO," Darlene gasped. "OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, YOU GUYS ARE TOO MUCH. OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE SLAMMING YOUR COCKS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, MY ASS, MY CUNT. OOOHHH, I'M GETTING TOO MUCH COCK. OOOHHH, OHHHH, JUST TOO MUCH COOOOOOOOCK!"
She listened to the loud, heavy gasps emanating from the two men as they continued to ram and slam their steaming pricks deep inside her. After a few more strokes Slim could no longer hold back the flood tide of juice that had gradually been storing itself up in his cock and balls. He would have liked to have continued the act for much longer, but the combination of her sensual inner tightness and the manner in which she thoroughly responded brought him to the brink of orgasm in just a short period of time. He listened to the loud sounds of his testicles slapping against her nether cheeks. Once again he slapped with both hands to the ripeness of her twisting buttocks and then, finally, the juice began to pour from his stiff, inflated spear.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, THIS IS IIIIIIITTT," he announced.
Slim held on tightly to her sharply quivering buttocks. He watched as the steaming white fluid spilled into her assaulted asshole. In just a matter of moments it was all over and he withdrew his cock from her ass, collapsing next to his friend Frank and the beautiful woman whose ass he had just finished fucking.
Now it was up to Frank to get his rocks off, and from the manner in which his stiff, sturdy cock was blasting and slamming the ravaged depths of her vagina, he knew that it would only be a matter of moments.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT CUUUUUNT," he sighed. "OOOHHH, HONEY. KEEP WIGGLING THAT HOT BUTT. YES, THAT'S WHAT I LOVE. OOOHHH, OHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD. OOOHHHH, I LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. OOOHHH, AAHHH, OOOHHHHH."
His fingers clutched sharply at her ass cheeks, which were slightly sore from the slapping to which Slim had earlier subjected them. Frank let out a loud gasp, and then, finally, the spurting white drops of his thick cock fluid gushed with volcanic fury from the end of his hard cock and into her pussy.
She gritted her teeth and clasped tightly with her cunt muscles, enjoying every measure of satisfaction that was imparted into her desire-filled body by the hard, scalding cock of Frank.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP TWISTING THAT HOT BUUUUUTTTT," Frank exclaimed deliriously. "OHHHH, OHHHHH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE. OOOHHHH, HONEY. YOU'RE GOOD, OOOHHH, BETTER THAN I COULD HAVE IMAGINED. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THIS IS SO GOOD. IT'S SO NICE. OOOHHH, AAAHHHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IIIIIITTTT. OHHHH,- AAAHHH, OOOOHHHHH!"
He hammered hard several more times, watching as the spurting drops of his thick cum finished gushing from the end of his cock. Slowly he eased his peter out of her vagina.
Darlene lay there stretched out on her back for several minutes. She could hardly believe just what had happened to her. Then she thought back and remembered just how she had brought it all on. She had wanted to tempt these two men, and had succeeded admirably, to the point where they had turned into writhing, howling beasts, intent upon giving vent to their sexual lusts and satisfying both her and themselves in the process.
"You really are a temptress," Frank said. "I wish to hell that we could take you back with us to the Bronx."
"I'm afraid now I've become a country girl," she grinned. "We sure did have a good time, though, didn't we, guys?"
"We sure did," Slim told her. "What an ass you have. There was no way that I could miss out on that. Ohhh, I could hardly wait to fuck it, and I'd have to say that I did a pretty good job of it. Do you agree?"
"Oh, yes, I agree. You both get A's. Move to the head of the class," she chuckled.
"This is the kind of class I love," Frank said. "As a matter of fact, if every class had been sex education when I was in school, I would have been a straight-A student."
"That's the only way you would have been a straight-A student," Slim quipped.
The two men burst into raucous laughter. Darlene eased her tired, sweaty body up from the bushes. Slowly she began to put her clothes back on.
"If you'd want to wait for just a few more minutes, I'll be ready to go again," Slim told her.
"I'd like to, honey, but I've got some more work to do," she said.
"What a dedicated girl," Frank shook his head. "Even after a nice wild fuck, she'd goin' back to work. Ain't even gonna take the rest of the day off."
"No, I guess I've had my fun for the day," she winked.
The two men watched in silence as she glided her voluptuous body back to the main road, where she would climb in her Jeep and drive away, continuing her forest ranger's responsibilities until it was time to quit work for the day.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The scout master watched carefully from a few feet away as some of the young scouts raised the pup tent.
Darlene had observed the sight from the road, and quickly pulled her Jeep to a halt. She walked in the direction of the boy scout campers and their scout master. She would provide them with the same obligatory lecture that she was invested with delivering any time that new campers would arrive in the area.
She walked up to the scout master, whose eyes turned away from watching the activities of his scouts to the young, beautiful forest ranger. He eyed her curiously.
"Hello," he said in a soft tone.
"Good-afternoon." Quickly Darlene sized the man up. He was tall and slender, with large, sensitive, almond-shaped brown eyes. His hair was also brown, several shades lighter than Darlene's. He was an interesting-looking man, handsome in an ethereal way, like a sensitive college professor.
"My name is Darlene Francis and I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes," she said.
"As a forest ranger here at Lake Kelsey, I just wanted to make certain that you observed safety requirements while you're camping here. How long do you intend to stay in this area?"
"We intend to be here probably about a week," he said. "Then from here we'll move on."
"Where are you from?" she asked in a smiling, friendly manner.
"We come from Hartford, Connecticut," he explained. "I'm taking some of my Honor Scouts on this little excursion. We'll be camping here and at some other points as well. Basically what we're trying to do is see how well the boys can learn how to rough it. In short, they're putting their scouting to work in a practical way."
"Sort of on-the-job training," she nodded, with a sly smile.
"Yes, that's right."
"I think that's good, very good. I'll tell you the thing we're really concerned about here."
She raised the question of camp fires. Darlene explained, very tactfully, just what was expected of campers in the area.
"You don't need to worry," he said. "I'm here to supervise everything. One of the things that our scouts are trained to recognize right from the beginning, right from the time that we start taking them on camping outings is that safety is the paramount word. Particularly when it comes to lighting fires. So they're very well trained to begin with, but on top of that I'm always there to supervise."
"Fine. That's really all I needed to hear," she said. "I hope that you enjoy your stay here in Lake Kelsey."
"Thank you. I'm sure we will. It's a beautiful area."
"We think so," she smiled engagingly. "As I said, my name's Darlene. I didn't catch yours."
"Bailey. Art Bailey."
"Fine. Well, Art, enjoy your stay and if there's anything that I can do for you, just let me know."
"That's very nice. All of the townspeople we've talked to thus far have been extremely courteous. We appreciate it."
Darlene drove off in her Jeep. She couldn't seem to get Art Bailey out of her mind, however, mainly because of the fact that there was a certain vulnerability to the man. She sensed that he had a yearning to express himself, but that it was going unrealized. She wondered just why she was taking such a personal interest in Art Bailey's problems, a man she did not even know. She thought about it some more and came to a conclusion.
He was indeed a handsome man, and she wondered just what it would be like to get to know him a little better, perhaps even intimately.
For the next several days, whenever she would drive past the camp site, Darlene would make it a point to wave to Art Bailey. Occasionally she would stop and exchange a few pleasantries with him, whereupon he would smile timidly and speak in a slow, almost halting manner.
Late one afternoon, after she was finishing up her duties and was on her way to her cabin, she observed Art Bailey's dusty gray pick-up truck with the Connecticut license plates parked outside the small beer bar where a lot of the townspeople went in the afternoons and evenings to relieve their thirst and loneliness.
She stepped inside the bar, which she frequented very little. For one thing, she did not care all that much for beer. She looked around inside, making an attempt to blend in with the atmosphere and to not appear obvious. She observed the forlorn figure of Art Bailey sitting toward a far end of the otherwise empty bar. She could see that he was not wearing his scout master's uniform at that moment, just a white T-shirt and light blue casual slacks.
She walked over toward him, stopping as she was standing adjacent to his stool.
"Good-afternoon," she said, a broad smile filling her face.
"Hello there," he said, looking up at her with surprise.
"How are you doing, Art?"
"Okay, I guess."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, go ahead."
She sat down on the stool next to his.
"Could I buy you a beer?" Art asked.
"Well, I'm a little thirsty, but I'm not much on beer. I'll take a Coke, though."
"Oh, sure. I'll get you a Coke."
Art Bailey summoned the bartender, ordering a Coke on behalf of Darlene. As he settled back to sipping his beer, Darlene started to slowly but surely question him, seeking to find out more about this mysterious, brooding man.
"What type of work do you do, Art?" she asked eagerly.
"I sell classified advertising for a newspaper in Hartford."
"Oh, that sounds like interesting work."
"It's okay, I guess."
They talked for a few more minutes. It seemed difficult, almost painful, for Art to say much of anything.
"I hate to say this, but you seem really-down in the dumps, Art," she stared at him compassionately. "Sometimes it helps to talk things out. I'd like to be your friend, provided that's all right with you."
"Of course. I'd like to have a friend like you," Art smiled. "Well, it's this way. I've got a relationship with my wife, but I don't have. That's why I've thrown myself into other activities, like scouting, being manager of the local Little League baseball team. I live for my kids and their various projects. That's the way it's turned out."
"I'm so sorry. You're such a handsome, sensitive man. I would think that your wife would be more than willing to provide for all of your needs."
"I guess it's not really her fault," he sighed. "I guess it's not really anybody's fault. She's just kind of turned frigid and that's all there is to it. She's tried to let me warm up to her, but here's the problem. On some of those occasions when she's been willing to try, I just haven't been able to succeed. If you know what I mean."
"Yes, I know."
"It makes me wonder. I mean, I have tremendous doubts about myself."
"You shouldn't really doubt like that. It'll jeopardize your confidence."
"Yes, I know that, but it still happens. I really don't know what's happening to me. It seems like I'm just slowly drifting off. Like I'm on an island somewhere all by myself."
"You shouldn't feel that way, Art. You're a nice-looking, intelligent man. You're the kind of man a lot of women would give their eye teeth to get to know. Even me, for instance."
He looked at her in startled bewilderment, blinking his eyes.
"You're kidding," he laughed.
"No, not at all."
"I mean, you're such an absolutely beautiful woman. I could see that right from the beginning. As a matter of fact, I said to myself, here's a girl who has everything."
"Well, let's just say everything other than a steady man," Darlene said, her heart beginning to pound with anticipation.
"You don't have a steady guy?"
"No."
"My gosh. That really seems weird."
"What's so weird about it?"
"I mean, you're so absolutely beautiful and all."
"Unfortunately, I don't have a whole lot of opportunities at Lake Kelsey," she said. "Oh, there are a few guys around, and yes, they're very persistent. But when a guy gets just too boldly aggressive, well, I go the other way."
"Yes, I guess that does happen with certain women."
"But yet, on the other hand, there are times I've wanted to get aggressive. To be bold and aggressive. I've done it, too. But it's been of my own choosing."
He looked at her with strangely developing curiosity. She could tell from the expression on his face that her last remark had definitely startled Art Bailey. He had considered her to be a quiet, introspective and withdrawn person like himself.
"I can see that does surprise you to hear that," she laughed. "Well, I don't know that I'm really so much that type of person, that I'm really that aggressive. It's just that I guess I get kind of distraught at times."
"Oh, I see your point."
"Listen. If I'm not imposing on you or anything. My cabin's just down the road. How about us talking some there? We can talk over coffee."
"Well... yeah, that would be fine," he told her.
A few minutes later they were sitting in the comfortable confines of Darlene's living room, sipping cups of piping hot coffee. As Darlene stared at Art's crotch, she was hoping she could see some of the obvious manifestations of a turned-on male that she had seen with the other men she had been involved with in recent weeks. But there wasn't anything even resembling a hard-on that was visible in Art Bailey's trousers. If anything, it only made her that much more determined to get to know this man, to help this man. Whereas the other men she had known were able to perform and respond to her quite easily, Art Bailey was proving to be a challenge. That made him different from the others, and she liked that.
"Art, do you find me attractive?" she finally asked him point blank, staring directly into his eyes.
He gulped hard, turning his eyes away from hers, then, finally, working up enough nerve to return her stare.
"You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and I really mean that," he said.
"Of course I'm attracted to you. As a matter of fact, you're so attractive that you scare me."
"I scare you! Why?"
"Oh, I'm having so much difficulty identifying even with my wife. Well, the thought of identifying with somebody as beautiful as you seems sort of impossible to me."
"You're being very silly," she smiled. "You're a very handsome, wonderful man. Don't ever sell yourself short."
"You really do think I'm an appealing man?" he looked at her, almost expecting her to laugh.
"Of course I do. And if you think any less of yourself, you're selling yourself short, my darling."
She got up from the chair she was sitting on, then she eased up next to Art Bailey on the sofa. She could see how quickly his entire body was stiffening as she sat next to him. She reached down and took him by surprise as she promptly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis. He winced and suddenly turned his head away, embarrassed over the fact that he was not even remotely hard. She remained undaunted, letting her fingers slide along the base of his cock. She was determined to excite him, to get him up, and, ultimately, to allow him to dominate her in the manner in which the other more aggressive males like Richard Graham, Gunner Gonzales and the two campers had done.
Her fingers kept on sliding methodically up and down his cock, and after a few moments, when she had failed to achieve even a small measure of progress, she jumped up from the sofa. A thought hit her. They should go into the intimate confines of the bedroom, where she would have an opportunity to remove her clothes. She knew that with her sensually alluring body on full display, she would have that much better a chance of turning this man on.
Darlene sensed from talking to Art Bailey that he was not so much impotent as a man who had completely lost confidence in himself as a result of his poor sexual relationship with his wife. She was determined to change all that, and to conclusively prove to him just how much of a man he could be once that he received sufficient opportunity to show his virility.
"Come on, honey, with me," she gestured.
He got up and walked slowly into her small bedroom.
"Just sit down here, honey," she slapped the edge of the bed.
Art Bailey heaved a deep sigh, then sat down on the edge of the bed. He had an uncomfortable expression on his face, like he was wondering if he should not just get up and run out of the cabin. It was embarrassing him no end to think that he could not quickly respond to a female of such overpowering beauty as Darlene.
While he sat pensively on the edge of the bed, Darlene reached out and began to unbutton her shirt. Already her heart was beginning to pound savagely. Despite the fact that she was having difficulty at this point, she was confident enough of her own appeal to feel certain that she would one way or another get this man to respond.
He watched as she removed her shirt, then reached out and undid the straps of her white brassiere. As she tossed her bra onto the floor, she thrust the jutting, cone-like mounds of flesh forward, giving him a beautiful view of her seductive breasts.
"Ohhhh, I love to give my boobs freedom," she smiled. "You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I know."
"There's a lot to be said for nudity," she chuckled, "especially when you're with friends. Oh, yes, do I ever love just letting myself go, like right now."
He continued staring at her expressionlessly as Darlene next began to remove her slacks.
She slid them down her legs, making certain that she did so with slow, meticulous precision, giving him an opportunity to see her little by little, until, finally, she kicked off the slacks altogether and stood there with her legs seductively extended.
Now he was able to see everything other than her crotch, and her next move was to remove her filmy white panties. Slowly but surely she reached out and made a grab for the crotchband of her panties. She tugged firmly, determined to proceed with her stripping to ultimate total nudity.
Art Bailey's eyes stared transfixed at her every movement.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Darlene stared over at Art Bailey once more. She licked her lips sensuously, then reached out with her fingers, letting them glide against the crisp warmth of her panties.
She began to tug downward at her panties, and as she did she let out a breathy sigh. She kept staring at Art, literally burning her stare into his eyes. Periodically his head would jerk to one direction or the other, and tense beads of perspiration surfaced on his forehead. He would reach out occasionally and mop his forehead with the back of his hand, but in the main he continued to stare at Darlene, watching as she sensuously glided her panties down her legs.
Before long she had lowered her panties enough to where her enticing, fluffy pubic vee was on display. She wanted him to get a good look at her pussy, and to be immediately infatuated by it.
She kept on lowering her panties, sliding them down to her knees, and then, finally, off of her altogether. She eased her body nimbly into bed, extending her legs, letting him get a good look at the succulent warmth of her sodden pussy, which was already damp from the inner excitement that she felt just being in Art Bailey's presence. She could see that it was possible for her to respond to somebody other than an overheated male intent upon jumping on his female prey. Here was a man who was having difficulties, and she empathized with him, seeking to help him in every conceivable way.
"Come on, honey, come on over here," she said. "There's no need to be embarrassed about anything. You're just a man who has a little bit of a problem. We can take care of it. Believe me, just give me a chance to help you, and everything is gonna be fine."
"You really think so?" he gulped.
"Yes, darling. Everything is gonna be fine. Just reach out with your hand, let it slide against my pussy. That'll open you up a little, acclimate you. You do like my pussy, don't you?"
"It's just beautiful," he said, almost with reverence.
"That's fine. I'm glad you appreciate my beautiful pussy. So just reach down and play with it, honey. Move your fingers nice and slow. Let's work into it. Let's work into things real nice. Oh, yes, I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to turn on with me, honey."
His fingers reached down and slid slowly and smoothly against the warmth of her vagina.
He moved them with great uncertainty and hesitation at first, but all the while she encouraged him as best she could.
"OOOHHH, DARLING, THAT DOES FEEL SO GOOOOOD," she exclaimed. "ALL RIGHT, SWEETHEART. NOW JUST REACH DOWN THERE AND PLAY WITH IT SOME MORE. MOVE YOUR FINGERS REAL NICE. OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO MOVE THEM. I WANT YOU TO GRIND THEM AGAINST MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, I'M TURNING ON SO MUCH. YES, OOOHHH, SO VERY MUCH. THIS FEELS SO NICE. OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU'RE GRINDING YOUR FINGERS INSIDE MY NEST. IT'S A GREAT FEELING, A WONDERFUL FEELING."
Spurred on by her encouraging manner, his fingers continued to slide inside the sodden warmth of her velvety vagina. As his fingers continued to scrape against her impassioned wetness, his heart began to pound and slowly but surely, he could feel titillating waves of desire beginning to surface in his crotch. That excited him. Just maybe he wasn't impotent at all, he realized. Perhaps Darlene had been right. Maybe it had been just a case of his not being able to make it with his wife, and, as an aftermath, losing total confidence in himself from the standpoint of sexual performance.
His fingers continued pushing and twisting, gliding against the wetness of her pussy flaps.
He liked the way in which her legs quivered and kicked, adding another sexy dimension to what was transpiring.
Art's crisp fingers attacked the warmth of her vagina for just a few more minutes. After that, inflamed in a state of wild, exhilarating passion, the brown-haired beauty extended her legs some more and pointed down toward her hot, juicy cunt.
"OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, NOW TURN YOUR TONGUE LOOSE," she sighed.
"COME ON, OOOHHHH, WE'RE GETTING THERE. YES, WE'RE MAKING PROGRESS. BUT THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING. MOVE YOUR TONGUE NICE AND SLOW. EASE IT AGAINST MY PUSSY. YES, I WANT YOU TO EASE IT. I WANT YOU TO PUSH YOUR TONGUE AGAINST MY NEST. I WANT YOU TO PUSH IT AGAINST MY CLIT. YOU CAN REALLY EXCITE ME, MY DEAR. YOUR TONGUE CAN DO IT. SO LET'S GO, HONEY, LET'S REALLY ENJOY OURSELVES."
He released his fingers from her vagina, then slid his head down between her legs. Much to Art Bailey's surprise, Darlene reached out and promptly unzipped his trousers. He looked at her fearfully.
"Don't panic," she told him firmly. "I'm just gonna play with your cock again. We're gonna experiment a little, honey. Just think of it as that. Heck, you've read about these guys who have spent all kinds of money going to these sexual therapists. Just think of this as therapy, if you want, or, if you'd like, you can think of it as more. As much more. But let me play with your prick. If I can do that I have a hunch that you're gonna benefit. Yes, my love. So I'll just reach down there and play with your tool while you're sucking my pussy. That way we're both gonna enjoy it."
Darlene would have liked to have had Art Bailey take off his clothes. She wondered what his slender body would look like fully exposed. She did not ask him, however, for fear of causing him to panic. It had been difficult enough to steer him step by step to his present situation. If she had insisted Upon him undressing, she was afraid that all of her progress would become quickly undone.
So she strove to work him on a point-by-point basis, hoping to eventually get him to that juncture where he would be wild with sensual desire. He eased his tongue forward, letting it slowly glide against the softness of her throbbing vagina.
She eased her inner thighs upward, letting them scrape against both sides of her lover's head. That spurred him on that much more, the additional contact with her sleek, magnificent coppery thighs. His tongue proceeded very slowly in the beginning, and at first she did not want to do anything to pressure him, even in the form of asking him to manipulate his tongue swifter. She longed to juice in his mouth, but recognized that a hasty attitude would yield few, if any, results.
"OOOHHH, STEP IT UP, MOVE YOUR TONGUE A LITTLE FASTER, DARLING," she finally told him. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I WANNA FEEL THAT HOT, JUICY TONGUE. COME ON, LET IT GLIDE INSIDE MY PUSSY. OHHHHH, I'M SO TURNED ON BY YOU. YES, YOU'VE GOT A GOOD TONGUE, DARLING. A SENSITIVE TONGUE. YOU KNOW HOW TO USE IT. OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF WITH IT. SURE. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD. OOOHHH, YES, COME ON AND GLIDE IT. YES, OOOHHH, JUST GLIDE YOUR HOT TONGUE. LET IT GRIND INSIDE MY PUSSY. OHHHHH, AAAHHH, LOVER, COME ON, REALLY DO IT FOR ME. OOOHHH, SUCK MEEEEE."
His tongue began to generate more enthusiasm, grinding into the wet warmth of her seethingly aroused organ. She reached down and let her fingers clamp tightly against his scalp, after which she then let her fingers glide up and down against his sweat-stained hair.
"OHHHH, HONEY, COME ON, DON'T LEAVE MY CLIT OUT," she told him. "COME ON, OOOHHH, LET YOUR TONGUE SCRAPE AGAINST IT. I WANNA FEEL THAT HOT EXCITEMENT. OOOHHH, IT'S REALLY GENERATING NOW. YES, OOOHHH, COME ON AND TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, MOVE THAT BEAUTIFUL TONGUE. WORK IT, OOOHHH, REALLY WORK IT."
His tongue came into contact with the budding node of her steamingly erect clitoris. Her whole body twitched and twisted, her hips writhing as he tongued her clit. Soon he was grinding his tongue into the flaming depths of her pussy. No longer was it necessary for her to encourage him. Now Art was taking charge with his tongue in the manner in which she had hoped he would.
She looked over at his shrunken cock. It was still limp. Now was the time, she reasoned, to reach out and grind her fingers up and down it. This was the moment for which she had been waiting. Her fingers took hold of his cock head. Up and down she began to stirringly pump against the full length of his commanding organ. The more emphatically that her fingers ground against his cock, the harder that it began to become. Even though it was definitely not up to the state of full erection, she could see that now progress was truly being made. As for his tongue, as she continued to slide her thighs against the sides of his head and thrust her crotch forward, he would manipulate his tongue in a wild, impassioned manner, bringing her that much closer to that inevitable flood tide of orgasm that she felt storing up within the inferno of her inner being.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I'M GETTING SO CLOSE NOW," she told him. "OHHHHH, HONEY. KEEP IT GOING. YES, OOOHHHH, REALLY TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME NICE. OOOHHH, TONGUE MY PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY TONGUE MEEEEEEE."
Her inner thighs scraped against his head once more as he pushed his pulsating tongue into her volcanic nest. She could feel the electrical volts of impassioned desire which suffused not only her pussy but her loins as well. After a few more quick, pulsating tongue thrusts, she was unable to hold back the fiery waves of tormenting passion that begged for immediate release.
Darlene's legs kicked and quivered as the juices exploded from her pussy. She reached out and clutched tightly at her lover's scalp, anticipating every beautiful moment, seeking to experience the quivering joys of Art Bailey swallowing her orgasmic juices.
His tongue was more than equal to the challenge. Back and forth he let it frantically whip as he swallowed every drop that bolted from her organ and into his mouth.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, COME ON SWALLOW THE STUUUUFF," she sighed.' "OHHHH, DARLING. KEEP IT MOVING. YES, OOOHHH, TONGUE ME. OOOHHH, TONGUE MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, IT'S ALL SHOOTING. YES, OHHHHHHHH, THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL FEELING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S JUST GREAT, OOOHHH, IT'S JUST GREAT, OOOHHH, IT'S GREEEEAAAATTTT."
She heaved sigh upon sigh and gasp upon gasp until, finally, he finished swallowing her pussy liquids.
When he released his tongue from her vagina, Darlene began to pump up and down on his penis even more rapidly than before. Art looked at her with a worried expression.
"It's gonna be all right," she assured him. "Don't worry about a thing, darling. Yes, it's just gonna be fine. Just don't worry. Let yourself go. The important thing is to relax. Just like I did when you were sucking my pussy. You follow me?"
"I guess so," he gulped.
"Don't worry. Don't worry about a thing. Easy, nice and easy. That's the way it's got to be."
He nodded, staring down at his cock, which was beginning to show increased signs of life from the diligent finger efforts sent forth by the determined Darlene.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Determined to make Art Bailey good and hard, Darlene began to move her fingers more abruptly than ever as she ground them up and down the full length of his cock.
At first it bothered her that he wasn't able to get it up to its full state of erection. It did something to her ego. After all, she knew that she was an incredibly beautiful young woman, and that she had been able to get men good and hard without any difficulty at all.
Now she was encountering something that was very unique, a man who was not able to respond to her as fast as she would have liked. All the same, she realized that it would be silly for her to jump to conclusions. Here was a man who apparently had serious psychological problems relating to his bad marriage, at least bad in a sexual context. She was bound and determined to bring him to a position of wild-eyed anxiety.
After pumping her fingers up and down resolutely against his cock, she reached down and slowly but surely began to tantalize his testicles. She noticed that his legs seemed to twitch slightly, and she took that to mean that perhaps she was achieving something in the sense of making him good and hard.
"Just hang on, honey, because I'm gonna turn you on," she said. "Just give me a chance."
"I'm sorry, so very sorry," he said in a tone of abject despair. "A beautiful woman like you. I mean, I ought to have it up like nothing. Without you even having to get undressed. But here you are, all stripped, and I still can't quite make it."
"You're better off than you were in the beginning," she said. "Gradually we managed to get you up there a little, honey. Okay, we're gonna finish the job."
"I'm so indebted to you. I mean, you're showing so much dedication. I really appreciate what you're doing."
"Just hang on, honey, because it's gonna be fantastic. You'll find that it was worth working toward when you see just how much fun you're gonna have."
"Oh, yes, I really believe that," he nodded.
Her fingers began to manipulate with greater crispness and speed as they pushed against his testicles. Now she could see his penis beginning to extend itself a little more than before. Slowly but surely her problem- man was becoming erect, and she was looking forward to that moment when he would be screeching and begging for sexual release, just as her other lovers had.
Darlene's fingers continued to grind against the crispness of his warm testicles. Every now and then she would tug and squeeze extra hard, and noticed the manner in which his body would appreciably twist in response to her movements. As she kept up her stimulating finger thrusts, she slowly but surely pushed her head and tongue forward, gliding her tongue with snake-like earnestness over the crown of his cock.
"OHHHHH, THAT DOES FEEL GOOOOOOD," he sighed. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP WITH YOUR TONGUE. I LOVE IT, DARLIIIIING."
As her tongue continued to tease the tip of his penis, she noticed that he was moving that much closer to the state of a full-fledged hard-on. Her tongue kept on grinding and twisting and it is her fingers squeezed his swelling testicles that much more tightly than before. All the while he continued to gasp and sigh, and now a smile of confidence was suddenly beginning to penetrate Art Bailey's face.
"OHHHHH, YOU'RE DOING IT TO ME," he sighed. "OOOHHH, YOU'RE TURNING ME ON. YOU'RE DOING IT WITH YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. I JUST KNOW YOU ARE. OOOHHH, I WAS SCARED BEFORE. SCARED OF BEING HUMILIATED. BUT NOW IT FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, THE WAY THAT YOUR TONGUE IS GRINDING. THE WAY YOU'RE SLIDING IT. OOOHHH, HONEY, START SLIDING IT UP AND DOWN THE ENTIRE COCK. I WANNA FEEL IT UP AND DOWN THE FULL LENGTH OF IT. YES, I WANNA FEEL THAT SURGING TONGUE OF YOURS."
She listened to his heavy, insistent gasps, feeling increasingly better about the way the whole situation was developing. Her fingers kept on cradling the warmth of his spongy testicles as her tongue, responding fully to his request, started to assert itself in bold up-and-down strokes, manipulating against the firm, fleshy length of his blood-engorged member.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA BRING ME OFF," Art Bailey declared.
"COME ON, OHHHH, HONEY. OOOHHH, OHHHH, I REALLY WANT IT. I WANT YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO BRING OFF MY COCK. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. YES, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO VERY GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON AND GRIND WITH IT. GRIND WITH YOUR HOT TONGUE. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THAT'S NICE. OOOHHH, WHAT TONGUING. WHAT FANTASTIC TONGUIIIIIINNNNNGGG."
Her head bobbed up and down, her hair bouncing in the self-generated breeze she was creating through her stiff, determined tongue thrusts. Suddenly she decided it was time to switch the action. She had succeeded in bringing him up to a state of full and intense erection, so now she wanted to tickle his balls with her tingly tongue. She worked her tongue back and forth, grinding it lewdly against his sensation-laden scrotum.
"OOOHHH, YOU COCK SUCKER, YOU NUT SUCKER," he grunted. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP SLIDING YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, TONGUE ME OFF. COME ON, OHHHH, GO AFTER THE JUICE. YES, OOOHHH, EVERY PRECIOUS DROP OF ITTTT."
All at once Art Bailey was beginning to feel a surging confidence that had not been with him for quite some time. It made her feel good to see that the long, sad expression that he was almost perpetually wearing on his face was no longer there. It had been replaced by one of total exuberance, and as she kept on grinding and twisting with her hot red tongue, he was pushed that much nearer to the state of an inevitable climax, when the thick, white drops of his hot fluid would be forced to gush from the end of his stormy, aroused cock.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, JUST GET ME OFF," he told her. "OOOHHH, HONEY. WHAT A FANTASTIC TONGUE YOU'VE GOT. COME ON, OHHHH, REALLY TONGUE ME."
She switched her action from his bloated testicles to his steaming, tumid shaft. Up and down her tongue spiritedly manipulated, devouring the firmness of his blazing organ, which was now being pushed to the brink of ecstasy. Soon the thick, white sperm would explode from the end of his mammoth cock head.
"OOOHHH, KEEP SUCKING, KEEP SUCKING," he loudly declared. "COME ON, OHHHH, JUST DO IT TO ME. DRIVE YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, DRIVE IT NICE, HONEY. OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP DRIVING IT UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON AND SUCK ME. OHHHH, SUCK ME OFF. SUCK ME OFF."
His legs were kicking back and forth unrestrainedly and his face had become reddened with a sense of developing sensuality. As her tongue kept on colliding with the solid base of his erect spear, her fingers caressed the warmth of his bloated testicles.
"OOOHHH, I'M SO CLOSE, I'M SO CLOSE," he sighed.
She felt a taste of his pre-seminal fluid, then prepared herself for the hot burst of thick, white sperm that would soon be totally engulfing her. Her tongue soared up and down his long, blazing organ, and finally, the stirring drops of his thick, white fluid started to explode from the end of his blood-engorged penis.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA GET IT AAAAALLLLL," he exclaimed.
"OHHHHH, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, SWALLOW IT. YES, OOOHHH, GET IT ALL. OOOHHH, AAAAHHHH, OOOOOHHHHH."
His hips bucked and writhed as he watched the thick, white drops of his passionate fluid explode from the end of his torrid cock flesh. He listened to the loud slurping sounds of her enraged tongue as she eagerly collected every delightful morsel of his sperm.
When she released her tongue from his cock, she looked at him and smiled. Without saying anything to him, the stunning Darlene reached down and let her fingers caress the tip of his once again deflated cock.
"I'm gonna get you back up again," she told him. "I'm gonna make you good and hard. I'm gonna get you to fuck me again."
"Oh, honey, I haven't felt this wild in years," he said. "You think you can get it up again?"
"You're damned right I can," she told him. "Just watch me."
"You know something, I believe you."
"Of course you do. You believe me because you know just how important it is to get your rocks off. You've been frustrated too long, honey. Well, I'm gonna take care of that. I'm gonna take real good care of it."
"Yes, I believe you are."
Her fingers methodically pumped up and down his long, hard cock until, ultimately, she had him every bit as hard as Art had been before he had orgasmed.
"This is super," Art exclaimed excitedly, holding on to the base of his hard prong. He then began to stroke up and down it. "Just look at this. A fantastic hard-on. Oh, I just love the sensations. I feel like I'm a man again."
"You're always a man, honey. You just had a little bit of a problem. I'm glad I was able to help you with it."
"You've been super," he said. "You know, honey. I'd really love to sink my cock inside your pussy. You wouldn't really mind that, would you?"
"Of course I wouldn't. I wouldn't mind that at all, Art. But I was hoping that maybe you could do something else to me."
"Like what?" he looked at her in puzzlement.
"How would you like to fuck my ass?" she smiled knowingly.
"I can't believe that I heard you right. No, I couldn't have."
"Okay, then I'll say it again. How would you like to fuck my ass?"
"This is incredible. You really mean that? You really mean that you want me to sink my cock up between your buns?"
"That's what I asked for, baby. Yes, that's what I want. That's what I definitely want from you."
"My gosh. I can't believe it. A woman actually asking for that. Most of them regard it as a fate worse than death. I mean, my wife. No way would she ever even consider letting me stick my prick up her asshole."
"Well I ain't your wife, honey," she winked.
"Yeah, I can see that," he smiled. "You know, I hope you're not gonna think I'm demented."
"I'd never think that of you. I'll bet you've never fucked an ass before. A lot of guys like you just never have the chance. Their wives, girl friends, mistresses and the like. They just won't let them do it. Well, I not only will let you do it. I'm wild for the idea. The first thing you want to do, though, honey, is to loosen up a little. Just take your fingers and shove them up my rectum. That'll get me all turned on."
"You bet. Oh, you do have an enticing-looking ass."
"Thank you. Then that means you won't have any trouble getting worked up."
"Gosh, no. Oh, damned, just look at those gorgeous ass cheeks."
"Don't be bashful, Art, honey. Just reach down and touch them. They won't bite." Art laughed.
"You really have a way of making a guy feel relaxed," he said.
"That's the way I love to operate," she told him "If a man feels relaxed and not under any kind of pressure it makes him that much better a lover. Do you go along with that?"
"I completely go along with it."
"Then I guess we might as well get back into action, huh, honey?"
"You bet."
His fingers reached down and tightly gripped the firm warmth of Darlene's cascading white buttocks. As a means of exciting him all the more, she made certain that she twisted them back and forth, maintaining just the right level of timing, seeing to it that she excited him as much as possible. He immediately responded to the bait. Just watching those smooth, white bottom cheeks manipulate swiftly back and forth caused him to feel more excitement than ever as his fingers pushed and clutched against the tightness of her silky behind. The faster and harder that his fingers pushed and clutched against her warmly resolute flesh, the more sensation he started to feel in his cock and balls. Yes, he could see himself desiring this woman's asshole more than any sexual object he had ever desired. He pinched her ass cheeks and listened to the positive sounds emanating from Darlene.
"Oh, honey, I love the way you're fingering me," she sighed. "OOOHHHH, COME ON AND FINGER MY BUTT, DARLING. YES, I LIKE THAT."
"You bold woman. Wanting to get fucked up the ass. Oh, damned, does that ever make me feel good. Makes me feel great just thinking about it."
"You're gonna do more than just think about it, sweetheart. You're gonna shove that big manly stick of yours up between my legs. You're gonna grind it nice and hard, pump it, push it into the tight depths of my asshole. Isn't that right?"
"You bet. You know, before we got started here I was so afraid that I was almost ready to run out of the room."
"I know. I could tell from the look on your face. I thought I might have to tackle you if you made a run for the door."
"You would have done that?"
"I'd have tried to stop you," she laughed. "I wanted you, baby. You were a real challenge. On top of being a handsome man. I felt so sorry for you. I knew you had to get your rocks off. I knew you had to come to grips with yourself. Oh, now you're doing it. And speaking of coming to grips. I love the grip you've got on my ass cheeks, darling. I really like that. Ohhh, the way you're pushing with both hands. The way those fingers of yours are grinding. Those are beautiful sensations. Ohhh, keep on pinching me. Come on, drive your hot fingers. What a feeling. Ohhh, ohhhh, that's a great I feeling."
"I'm loving doing it," he said. "What an exciting woman you are, Darlene. Anyway, I was so scared before. Now you know something. I feel as if I could conquer the whole damned world. It's such a fantastic feeling. Just knowing that you can make out beautifully. That you can give a woman a fantastic fuck."
"I know, baby. Yes, this is nice. Ohhh, keep up those crisp finger stabs. Come on, really play with my butt. I love those wild sensations. Oooohhh, aaahhh, keep on fingering me.
Yes, finger my ass cheeks."
He looked down at her hotly writhing buttocks, which he continued to plunge and push his fingers against. When he finally released his fingers from her searing bottom cheeks, he extended the fingers of his right hand forward, easing them into the tightness of her asshole.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S IT, YOU'RE IN ME NOW," she sighed with an air of celebration. "BUT COME ON, BABY. OOOHHH, YOU CAN USE A LITTLE MORE FORCE THAN THAT. YES, OOOHHH, I LOVE THE VIGOROUS STABS. YOUR FINGERS CAN DO IT. OOOHHH, DARLING, COME ON AND REALLY CLUTCH. TURN THOSE FINGERS LOOSE. TURN THEM LOOSE INSIDE MY HOT ASS. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT SENSATIONS. OOOHHH, COME ON, DO IIIIIT, DO IIIIIT, DO IIIIIIIT!"
His heart pounded savagely as Art kept on driving his fingers with thudding impact into the tightness of her raging asshole. The longer he kept it up, the more acclimated he became to this strange act, and soon he was pushing his fingers tightly against her sphincter. All the while her hips and buttocks trembled, moving with seismic impact, spasming with passionate delight.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, FINGER MY ASS," she sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOOWWWEEEE, I LOVE IT. OHHHH, I LOVE THE FINGER FUCKING. THE WAY YOU'RE PLUNGING THOSE FINGERS INSIDE MY HOT ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, IT MAKES ME COME ALIVE. IT TURNS ME ON. OOOHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT."
"OHHHH, WHAT A WOMAN, WHAT AN ASS," he stoutly declared. "OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT HOLE, A HOT HOLE. IT FEELS SO GOOD. IT FEELS SO GOOD PLUNGING MY FINGERS INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE."
"KEEP IT UUUUUPPPP," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, YOU'VE GOT THE TOUCH, HONEY."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Darlene loved receiving the stiff, probing finger stabs that Art Bailey sent into her asshole.
Never had she felt any better than she did at that moment about her explosive sex prowess. Here she had succeeded in bringing a man from a state of impotence and despair into that of a hot, hungry male, who was able to perform every bit on as high and erotic a level as her other lovers. If anything, this man was even more intense, considering the fact that he had been inactive for so long. That caused him to thrill to sex even more.
Absence was truly making the heart grow fonder in his particular case. As his fingers dug crisply into the tightness of her asshole, she called out to him.
"Okay, honey, let's go on to the next step," she said.
Immediately her horny lover released his fingers from her anal channel. She got down on all fours, then began to enticingly wiggle her buttocks, grinning lewdly, doing her best to agitate his cock and balls in the process.
"Just look at my ass," she said. "Doesn't that turn you on?"
"That's as beautiful a sight as a man could ever hope to see."
"Oh, honey. It makes me feel so good to hear you say that."
"I'm just telling it like it is, as the saying goes. Oh, damned, what a fantastic ass. I've gotta play with your ass cheeks again. Hope you don't mind."
"No. Just as long as that big juicy dick of yours stays hard, and is ready to plunge into my asshole."
"It is, believe me it is."
He sank his fingers against the tight warmth of her rapidly undulating ass cheeks. As he pressed against the marshmallow-like surface, he grinned broadly, happy that he was achieving such a high level. What made the satisfaction even more evident was that he was with such a beautiful woman, a shapely female who could not seem to get enough in the way of erotic sexual satisfaction.
He released his fingers eventually from her buttocks, then stared down at her tight anal fissure, determined to shove his cock inside the tempting, delectable confines of her vulnerably exposed asshole.
"I wanna fuck you, I wanna fuck you right now," he told her bluntly.
"All right, my darling. Just go to it. Just hammer me with your stiff, juicy prick. Oh, honey, I really want you inside me. And you don't need to spare anything. I can take it. As a matter of fact, even though I had to be forced the first time around, I love cock up my ass. I love the beautiful sensations."
"You really are an incredible girl. So very unique."
"It had to be done with me practically kicking and screaming the first time," she laughed.
"But I found out just how erotic and fascinating a good ass fuck could be. And satisfying as well. It didn't hurt nearly as much the second time. So come on, honey. Just put that long, crisp cock of yours to work. I want you to stab me with it. I want you to puncture my asshole with it. Are you with me?"
"I couldn't be with you more," he said in a voice heavily laden with sexual desire.
This time he reached down and let his fingers smoothly glide against the warmth of her fleshy, copper-toned thighs. He heaved a deep gasp, then hurled his cock forward, letting it make its first penetrating contact inside the tightness of her asshole. Since he was anything but acclimated to ass fucking, he proceeded slowly, barely easing his cock into the outer confines of her tight channel.
"OOOHHH, IT'S GOOD TO FEEL YOU IN ME," she grunted. "BUT COME ON, HONEY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO THAT SLOW. COME ON AND KEEP EASING YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. WORK IT INSIDE MY ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, I LIKE THAT ASS FUCKING. DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, REALLY FUCK ME. COME ON, OOOHHH, I WANT IT. I WANT YOU UP MY ASS. OOOHHH, I REALLY DO. OOOHHH, COME ON, FUCK MEEEEE."
Her loud, delirious chants only served to make him feel that much more horny. He was beginning to feel more invincible than ever as he surged forward with his sturdy, lust-bloated tool, pumping it deeper than before inside the tight warmth of her asshole. Back and forth he stirringly glided his stiffly pulsating organ, working it hard and fast, and as he did he could feel the tension building in his testicles. As much as he loved this fuck, he knew that it could not last for long. No, the object of his current affection was so tight, so magnificent, and so fuckable that he would have to shoot his thick, white juices very shortly. He kept on hammering away, gaining confidence with each and every stiff, sturdy, forward thrust. Soon he was ramming his stiff pole all the way into her sphincter, ramming her with reckless abandon, pushing and thrusting with his hard, hammering organ as he gasped and sighed, enjoying the tightness of the screw.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THIS IS UNBELIEVABLY TIIIIIGHT," he declared. "OOOHHH, I'VE NEVER HAD ANYTHING LIKE IT. OOOHHH, AAAAHHHH, WHAT A NICE SCREW. OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, HONEY."
By then Darlene was an accomplished woman in the art of ass fucking. She knew just how to make her lover's fuck as pleasurable as possible. She tightened her clasping anal muscles and flung her ass cheeks back and forth, rocking with just the proper degree of tempestuous desire, seeing to it that her handsome lover received the ultimate in the form of wild, seething satisfaction.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP GRINDING YOUR COCK INSIDE MEEEEE," she said.
"OOOHHH, THAT'S SO GOOD. OHHHHH, COME ON, KEEP STEERING THAT COCK INTO ME, HONEY. I REALLY LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS SOME SCREW. OHHHHH, YOU'VE TURNED INTO A TIGER, DARLING. I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH OF YOUR HARD, DRIVING COCK. YES, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO REALLY WORK IT. I WANT YOU TO PUMMEL ME WITH YOUR PRICK. YES, OOOHHH, WORK IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, REALLY SCREW ME. AAAHHH, BABY, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU. OOOHHH, SLAM ME WITH IT. SLAM IT HARD. SLAM IT FAST. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOD TO FEEL THOSE HARD, JOLTING STABS. SWEETHEART, OOOHHH, COME ON, PUNCTURE ME WITH YOUR STIFF PRICK. YES, OOOHHH, THAT'S SO GOOD. IT'S FANTASTIC. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK. WHAT A TERRIFIC, FANTASTIC FUCK."
He kept on gasping and sighing, all the while driving and lancing into her. Darlene's body was a combustible mass of sensuality. Her lover kept up his steady, stampeding thrusts, driving his intense spear deep inside her ravaged asshole. The harder that he punctured her rectum, the more she loved it. Yes, she could feel a certain measure of pain, but not like before. On top of that, she had actually reached the point where she desired it, along with those wild, lascivious sensations that flowed with tingly warmth throughout her entire body. Her lover kept up his stiff, hammering thrusts inside her asshole as he pushed that much closer to the state of orgasm.
"OOOHHH, KEEP UP YOUR FUCKIIIIING," she declared. "COME ON, DARLING. OHHHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP ON HAMMERING ME. YES, OOOHHHH, WORK YOUR COCK. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, DRIVE IT UP MY ASS. YES, OOOHHH, DRIVE IT IN ME. HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A GOOD FUCK. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOOOODDD."
He reached down and let his fingers push tightly against her writhing, satiny ass cheeks.
All the while, he kept burying his stiff prick inside her like an axe handle, pushing and thrusting, pumping deliriously for all he was worth. He panted like a runaway locomotive, continuing to grind his cock with feverish delight inside her ravaged rectum as he felt the wild waves of frenzied desire mounting in his testicles, pushing him that much more inevitably to the exploding point.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HONEY, I CAN'T KEEP THIS UP MUCH LONGER," he announced.
"BABY, OOOHHH, KEEP UP THE FUCK," she sighed. "OOOHHH, WWWWEEEEEEE, WHAT A SCREW. WHAT A FANTASTIC, WONDERFUL SCREW. COME ON, HAMMER ME WITH YOUR STIFF SPEAR. BABY, OOOHHH, ARE YOU EVER TAKING CHARGE. YES, YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN RELUCTANT AT FIRST, BUT OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE A TIGER NOW. YES, DRIVE YOUR BRUISING COCK UP MY ASS. OHHHHH, AAAHHH, SLAM IT IN ME. YES, OOOHHH, THAT'S SO GOOOOOODDDD."
His fingers curled tightly around her twisting ass globes as he kept on pummeling her, driving his sharp, sturdy shaft into her vulnerably exposed anal cleft. A few hard, rampaging strokes later, he felt his passions reaching their zenith point. His balls felt ready to explode. His whole body twitched. Tense beads of perspiration rolled down both sides of his face as he hammered her several more times. All of a sudden his whole body began to tremble. His legs quivered in particular as he hammered his stiff spear inside her, then heaved a long, loud sigh.
"OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, THIS IS IIIIITTT," he abruptly declared. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, KEEP WIGGLING YOUR BUTT. YES, OOOHHHH, AAAAHHH, I LIKE THAT. OOOHHHHH, WHAT SCREWING. OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHHH, YOU'RE SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT, SO TIIIIIGHT. THESE SENSATIONS, OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, THEY'RE THE BEST. OHHHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT FUCKIIIIING."
His fingers continued to hold on tightly to the warmth of his lover's writhing buttocks. He watched the hot, white fluid escape from the end of his stiff, inflated prong and into her asshole.
A few moments later he withdrew his now satisfied and once again limp cock from her asshole. But now he did not have to worry about his cock being in an inert state. He had fucked up a storm, and now his cock was receiving a natural rest. How good he felt knowing that he had achieved to the point wherein he was able to apparently completely satisfy this beautiful, sexy woman who loved a good screw more than anybody he had ever met.
"What a woman you are," he threw his arms around her and kissed her lips with passionate gratitude. "Oh, darling, you really brought me out."
"You brought yourself out," she winked. "I just helped you a little bit, dear."
"You sure had a lot to do with it, though. Oh, honey, when that butt of yours started moving around. That was just great."
"I hope you're gonna be around here a little while," she said. "You can come back and visit me again."
"Well, we're gonna be around a couple more days. Oh, damned, I wish I could take you back with me to Connecticut. I don't know what's gonna happen when I get back home and face my wife again."
"I don't think you have to panic anymore," she told him. "I'd just confront the situation boldly. Tell her your needs and don't let her put you down. You know you can deliver, baby. I have the feeling that you were being mistreated by her in the past."
"Maybe, I guess that's at least part of it," he said. "You're right. I've just got to let her know that I need this. I can't let her make all the decisions. That's probably why I wasn't able to do it on the occasions when she gave me a chance."
"That's right. In a way she kind of castrated you, didn't she?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"But you can take care of that, honey. And I'll tell you something. I want more of you. Just as long as you're here, you know you're welcome in my bed."
"That makes me feel real good, hearing that," he grinned. "You're a beautiful woman. Matter of fact, a guy couldn't ask for a better-looking woman to fuck. Couldn't ask for a better face or figure."
"Oh, honey, you're pretty good yourself. You're really nice, and on top of that, you're a wild fuck. You might have lost your confidence for awhile, but you're a stud, and don't let anybody tell you any different."
"You know, now I believe that," he laughed. "If you'd said something like that to me before, I would have thought you were either kidding or crazy. Now I can not only live with it. I feel it, right down to my bones."
"Particularly that nice giant bone you've got between your legs," she looked at him and grinned.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Darlene managed to get in two more wild fuck sessions with Art Bailey before he and his young boy scouts left the area.
Several days after Art's departure, she was informed by her boss that a young married couple were using the fashionable rural home of the Tracey family to honeymoon. Tracey was a prominent banking executive who lived most of the year in a Manhattan townhouse, but he maintained a lovely home overlooking Lake Kelsey for weekends and vacationing purposes. Generally speaking he would take time off during the summer to stay there for at least four weeks, but this particular year he had only used his home for a period of two weeks. The rest of the summer he had spent both in business and pleasure, taking care of international banking responsibilities and the rest of the time relaxing in leisure on the French and Spanish Riviera.
Tracey had let the young couple both of whom worked at the same bank where Tracey was one of the leading executives, utilize the home and all of its attendant facilities for the period of their honeymoon.
They would be there two weeks, and Darlene's boss informed her that she should go there, welcome both of them to the community, and explain the importance of being extra careful, particularly when it came to starting fires of any kind.
She drove out to the fashionable red, exceedingly rustic-looking home that Tracey and his family owned. When she arrived, the young couple, Jack and Joyce Belotti, were sunning themselves on the lake.
As she walked out to greet them, she got a good look at Jack. He was a slender, dark-haired, dark-eyed young Italian man with a romantic, dreamy expression in his eyes. She also liked his long wavy hair. She couldn't help but wonder just what it would be like to run her fingers through it.
Just before she introduced herself, she stopped a few feet away, observing with great interest the sight of the honeymooning couple. It was quite obvious that they were in the wild throes of mutual love. Jack was stretched out, looking tanned and appealing in a pair of white trunks. His petitely lovely wife, a dazzling blonde, looked ravishing in her blue one-piece bathing suit. She stared at the happy couple as they engaged in a long, breathtaking lip kiss. She waited until Jack withdrew his lips from Joyce's before she walked up and introduced herself.
The young couple was more than happy to talk to her. She told the Belotti's how much that she liked Mr. Tracey and his family, and Belotti explained the position that he had at the bank.
"Joyce will stay there, too, at least for a little while," he grinned. "We're moving into our new apartment as soon as we get back to the city."
"You kids look very happy," Darlene smiled. "I congratulate you and wish you all the best in your marriage."
"Thank you very much," Joyce Belotti smiled sweetly.
The longer that Darlene looked at the blue-eyed, ravishing young Joyce Belotti, the more drawn she could not help but feel toward her. She seemed so sweet and cuddly. Her husband, on the other hand, was the ultimate in the way of exotic appeal, a dark, sensuous Latin type. This contrasted magnificently with the blonde, lovely-girl-next-door appearance that Joyce conveyed.
That evening, as Darlene was taking a walk through the woods, she decided to eavesdrop on the young couple. What struck her curiosity in particular was that she could see that there was only one light on, and that was coming from the bedroom at the side of the house.
Since there were a good deal of trees right next to the bedroom, Darlene decided that she could very easily eavesdrop and without being seen. She walked stealthily through the woods. Anyone else might have either tripped or at least run into something, making a good deal of noise, but Darlene knew the area blindfolded.
She finally stopped next to the window, peering through the window. Immediately her entire body began to smolder with wild lust as she observed the young couple lying on top of the large bed.
They were both naked, and there was just enough light shining from the tiny lamp in the corner of the room to provide Darlene with an affordable view. She watched as the slender but muscular husband glided his sweat-dampened body toward his wife's. He reached out and let his fingers clutch warmly against the firmness of her ripe, pert breasts. They were not anywhere near as large as were Darlene's, but they were none the less serviceable, well-formed and shapely, the kind of boobs that a horny young man like Jack would enjoy plunging his fingers against.
"OOOHHH, DARLING, I LIKE THAAATTT," Joyce sighed.
Her body contained a fine glow of perspiration. Darlene could not help but admire her satiny smooth skin. She had obviously spent less time out in the sun that her husband, and, as such, she was a good deal less tanned. That, if anything, heightened the contrast between the two of them, the sensuous, dark-skinned Italian and his beautiful blonde wife.
While the handsome husband clutched at his wife's firmly jutting breasts, he shoved his tongue forward, letting it pinch its way between her lips and into the warmth of her searing mouth.
Darlene listened to the loud, lascivious hissing sounds emanating from the trembling, sweaty couple as tongue mashed against tongue. It was the lovely Joyce who released her tongue from her husband's mouth, and once that he had finished Frenching with her, Jack looked down at his long, inflamed cock. He pointed down toward it with great excitement.
"Just take a look at this," he said. "Don't you like the looks of it, honey?"
"I think it looks great."
"Then let's do something about it. What do you say?"
"What do you want me to do?" she asked him teasingly.
"Come on now. You're a big girl, Joyce darling. I don't have to draw a picture for you, do I?"
"No, I suppose not."
"That's right. Okay, then let's get into it. Let's have ourselves a wild time. Just like a young married couple should."
"Oh, yes. I can hardly wait."
She reached down and made a quick grab for his hard, inflated cock. Her fingers moved slowly but surely against the firm surface of his elongated organ. Jack could feel the tingly sensations envelope his entire body, particularly in his scorching cock and steaming balls, and all the while an enraptured Darlene kept on staring through the open window, watching the action that was rapidly evolving.
"OOOHHH, FASTER, OHHH, MOVE YOUR FINGERS," he called out to her with great excitement. "OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHH, I LOVE THE WAY YOUR FINGERS ARE MOVING. COME ON, DARLING. OOHHHH, LET THEM CLUTCH MY PRIIIICK. OOOHHH, HONEY. OHHHHH, I REALLY LOVE IT."
Her fingers fastened themselves securely against the warmth of his firm, bulging balls as she stroked with steady rapidity. He nodded and grinned as her fingers kept up their rapid pursuit of his steaming man meat. All the while, Darlene felt her body heating up all the more. How she would have liked to have been a part of this lovemaking. Wouldn't it have been great, she couldn't help but think, if she could be involved in a threesome?
A look of steely determination surfaced in Jack's dark eyes as Joyce's fingers kept plunging tightly, penetrating against the firmness of his hot, steaming organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS SO GOOOODD," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, HONEY. OHHHH, HOW NICE, HOW VERY NIIIIIICE."
Eventually she released her fingers from his hard, firm organ. As she did so, he reached down and made a quick grab for the warmth of her firm, slightly trembling ivory-toned thighs.
"Here we go," he said, his voice electric with passion. "I'm gonna push my prick inside your pussy. That tight, beautiful pussy that I love so much."
"Oh, yeah, baby," she panted. "Come on, ohhh, do it to me, darling. I really wanna feel it. I wanna feel your hard, driving cock inside me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to really push it into me. Ohhh, give me a good screw."
Darlene felt the urge to reach down inside her slacks and panties and run her fingers over her vagina. Instead, however, she stood there almost frozen at attention, watching every developing bit of action that was taking place between the handsome young husband and his beautiful wife.
Jack heaved a deep gasp, pushing his raging cock forward with a lunge of spearing delight. It pushed ravenously into the depths of the blonde's pussy as he manipulated his searing hips to the savage accompaniment of his steady, tattoo-like stabs.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, IT'S SO DAMN TIIIIIGHT," he grunted. "COME ON, DARLING. OOOHHH, REALLY FUCK ME WITH IT. YES, OOOHHH, SLAM IT INTO ME. YES, OOOHHHH, I WANT IT. OHHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OOOHHH, DRIVE IT INSIDE ME. OHHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON AND FUCK ME. YES, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!"
"Don't worry," he chuckled. "I don't have to be told to do that."
"No, I guess not. Ohhh, do it to me, really do it."
Tense beads of sweat formed on Darlene's forehead and her hands began to tremble as she watched the steadily developing action between Jack and Joyce. Jack grunted and gasped, continuing to shove his hard, firmly cannonading prick into the moist, firmly compliant depths of Joyce's inflamed pussy. His balls expanded with increasing arousal as he let out gasp upon gasp, riddling the gorgeous blonde with waves of wild passion as he pumped into her with greater ferocity, driving and digging with his searing penis as it slammed into the deepest recesses of her quivering belly.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOOODDD," she told him. "COME ON, DARLING. OHHH, STEP UP THE PACE. OOOHHH, FUCK ME, COME ON, REALLY FUCK ME. DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, OHHHH, HOW I WANT IIIIIITTT."
All the while, without ever missing a beat, Jack continued to slam his penetrating spear into her pussy in the manner of a warm fist slashing into a moist, velvety glove. He could feel the inner fires of her throbbing pussy reacting to every sharp, slamming penis thrust that he sent forth as he kept on driving and twisting with his steaming, frantic tool.
Jack kept up his relentless screwing attack, looking down at his beautiful wife's flouncing white globes of breast flesh jutting from her chest, excited by the realization that soon the torrential, creamy white sperm would explode from his bloated balls and descend into the slippery pink portals of her captivated pussy.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT SCREW YOU ARE," he sighed. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, KEEP TURNING ME ON. KEEP FLINGING THOSE HOT ASS CHEEKS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, I JUST LOVE IT. I LOVE WATCHING THIS FANTASTIC ACTION. OOOOHHHH, AAAAHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOOOODDDD."
Jack stared down at the enticing sight of his stiffly bloated spear as it pushed into the tight, burning depths of his wife's stirringly alive vagina. Her whole body writhed and twisted under the steady, determined attack that he sent forth with his plunging organ, which he continued to drive with wild desire into her pussy.
He began to pant and sigh, measuring every stroke carefully as he stared at the rounded plane of Joyce's stomach, looking down all the way at the soft curling fleece of her pubic triangle. While his lust-hungry, craving cock continued to relentlessly desire her, Jack reached down and let one hand move slowly from her creamy, firm tits as his stiff, intense organ kept impaling the swollen, moist lips of her quivering mound.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP ON SCREWING MEEEEE," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, HONEY. OHHHHH, I LIKE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. OOOHHH, DARLING, WHAT A MAN YOU ARE. OOOHHH, KEEP THAT HOT MEAT SURGING INSIDE ME. KEEP WORKING IT, KEEP WHIPPING IT. YES, YES, YESSSS, THIS IS WHAT LOVEMAKING'S ALL ABOUT. OHHHH, MY DEAR, IT'S SO GOOD. OHHHH, I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIIIISSS."
Her firm, silky thighs widened with every squirming blast, and when Jack heard his wife let out a hiss and an animalish mewl, he knew just how closely he was moving her to the point where a luxurious flow of torrential pussy juice would spring from her pulsating vaginal lips. He was tuned in closely to her every response, and he could hardly wait to explode his thick, white juice inside her stirring organ. Here was a woman who could empathize with him to every conceivable degree, who wanted sex every bit as badly as he did.
Gratefully he continued to let his surging tool work into the quivering depths of her open, fiery, wet cuntal fissure as she clenched her teeth and moaned softly, allowing her squirming white buttocks to twist back and forth in response to every devastating penetration that took place inside the wet intimacy of her seething vaginal cauldron.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, TEAR ME UP WITH YOUR PRICK," she sighed. "OHHHH, HONEY. KEEP IT GOING. YES, OOOHHHH, I LIKE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. I LIKE THE WAY YOU'RE STICKING YOUR HARD, DRIVING COCK INSIDE MY PUSSY. OHHHHH, RAM ME WITH IT. YES, OOOHHH, REALLY RAM ME."
He grinned with broad, lascivious ecstasy, enjoying every quickly spirited thrust that he sent into the torrid depths of her inflamed organ. Back and forth he kept on driving with his stiffly rampaging tool, working his way ever nearer to the state of an intense explosion.
"OHHHHHHHH, COME ON, KEEP SLIDING IT INSIDE ME," she sighed. "OHHHHHH, HONEY, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU."
Darlene realized that, had she been in the situation identical to Joyce, she would be saying the same thing. How she loved watching that long, manly cock as it continued on its rampage of virile, potent thrusting into the burning depths of Joyce's scalding pussy.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The longer that Darlene witnessed the stirring sexual fireworks taking place between the newlyweds, the more readily she began to empathize.
Her entire face became dampened with perspiration as she watched the stiffly probing tool of Jack Belotti continue working that much deeper into the open, fiery warmth of Joyce's wet cuntal fissure. All the while the beautiful blonde-haired woman clenched her teeth and moaned softly, allowing her squirming white buttocks to twist back and forth to every devastating penetration that took place inside the wet intimacy of her seething vaginal nest.
With wanton lust and an unswerving sense of depraved adventure, her seething hips continued to roll as she reached out and instinctively let her fingers clutch the sweat-dampened surface of her husband's back. She held on tightly, gasping and sighing, her hips and buttocks continuing to pump in a state of stirring arousal.
"KEEP ON FUCKING ME, OHHHH, KEEP GLIDING YOUR TOOL INSIDE ME," she sighed with passionate. "OOOHHH, I JUST LOVE IT. I LOVE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP ON GRINDING. KEEP YOUR COCK GRINDING."
All the while, stirred on in his ever-blinding state of acute need, Jack's cock and balls ached with blood-filled lust. Suddenly he had grown flame hot as his bursting, turgid stiffness kept sinking into the warm, dampened depths of his lover's cuntal petals as she gasped with gushing need.
Jack grabbed Joyce's jutting milky breasts and held on for dear life, clutching tightly, enjoying the animalish mewls of wild desire that emanated from his helplessly spasming lover. As his heart kept pounding with ever-swelling need and his broiling testicles itched with increasing, fervent desire, Jack kept on battering her with his stout tool as her legs widened, twisting with resolute desire.
The flowering lips of Joyce Belotti's torrid cunt widened as she helped glide her husband's flaming tool deeper into the lusty dampness between her legs, her groans of desperate agony seething in his ear. He perseveringly sank his fingers into the ripe, firm cheeks of her trim buttocks as he rammed his body downward, at the same time supporting his weight with his arms to keep from injuring her lower torso as his lewdly provocative ramrod disappeared into her pussy, landing with a wet sucking sound.
She kept on heaving deep, intensely loud sighs as her whole body tightened in an arch of hardened passion while her incessant lover kept hammering with his lusty, blood-engorged phallic tool into the warm, wetly clinging walls of her sweltering vagina while his heart pounded and he drove zealously forward, pushing that much nearer to the inevitable moment when the flood tide of seething white juice would spray from the end of his swelling, ecstatic member.
She writhed under the rising heat of her delirious sensations. Joyce could no longer control them. She began bleating like a love-sick cow, begging for more, gasping in her pursuit of the best possible fuck that she could obtain.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, KEEP ON DRILLING MEEEEE," she told him. "COME ON, HONEY. OOOHHH, KEEP ON SENDING YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. YES, OHHH, HAMMER ME WITH IT. I NEED IT, I NEED IT, I NEED IT SO MUUUUCH."
Her belly squirmed with acute need as she once more let out a low, sensual moan, while her rampaging lover kept steadily driving his cascading cock up between her smooth, trembling legs.
The squirming blonde raised up under the pressure of her lover's intensely pressing fingers. Jack's glistening prick slid out until the coronal ridge caught at the straining lips of her moist, depraved, lust-filled, fiery fissure, which continued to silently beg for more of the same kind of wild lust, the kind that Jack was capable of supplying with his rigid, hammering tool, which continued to blast and slice between her lewd, nakedly splayed thighs.
Faster and faster he kept on pumping with his steadily sweeping, blood-engorged tool as her face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open while her hissing breath burned in her lungs.
Never in his entire life had Jack Belotti felt any better than he did at that moment. Here he was thoroughly dominating this beautiful young woman, the secretary to one of the vice presidents at the bank, the very young woman that all the single men in the office had been pursuing, along with some of the married men as well. She had been considered the prize package of the entire female office staff, and here he was, thoroughly dominating her, having swept her off her feet and married her, and now he was enjoying the fruits of that association.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU ARE," he told her.
Jack reached down with both hands, letting his fingers glide as they manipulated with thorough warmth against the soft yet firm folds of her ripe breast flesh.
With increasing speed, the heavily panting Jack kept on pumping with his sweeping, blood-engorged tool as his lover's face reddened, contorting with passion as her nostrils flared open and hissing breath burned in her lungs.
Jack felt the smooth flesh of his passionate-dominated lover's raw, sizzling vaginal clasp him tightly and grip against his sturdily pulsating shaft until his bloated balls felt ready to explode in a quivering earthquake of energy ridden, lust-craved, devastating delight, a veritable towering inferno that would know no rest until the seething fires of phallic culmination which were stirring restlessly within him were faithfully extinguished through his hammering penis assault.
He let out a hiss as he drove deeper into the torrential inner fibers of her wet, quivering vagina with each sizzling thrust of his zealous buttocks. She twisted her head from side to side, flailing her hair against the bed as sweat began to drench her thighs and her searingly alive and rapidly twisting fleshy white globes.
Joyce was acting like a woman possessed, a lust-crazed, panting bitch in heat, as she drove her electrified, soothing white hips upward, screwing every inch of her husband's stiffly pounding penis as he let out a loud gasp while she eagerly responded to every devastating inch of his mammoth organ, routing the huge head around in her seething belly, eventually causing him to gasp and quiver.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THAT'S IIIITTT," he loudly saluted her. "OHHHH, HONEY. YOU'RE A FANTASTIC FUCK. YOU COULDN'T BE ANY BETTER. OOOHHH, OHHHH, YOU'RE THE BEST, OOOHHH, THE ABSOLUTE BEEEEEST."
A fierce storm whirled through his entire body as his surging cock kept pounding deeper into her pussy, battering her cervix unashamedly and hungrily. All the while he could feel the acute waves of lusty male desire surfacing with greater awareness in the stirring depths of his groin, recognizing that the volcanic heat stored up between his trembling, hairy thighs foretold the imminent eruption of boiling sperm.
Joyce sensed the oncoming volcano as well. She constantly felt the tuggingly acute, gripping sensations of her lover's stormy prick springing forth, swelling and straining against the moist folds of her pink vaginal walls.
"OHHHH, OHHHH, I'VE GOTTA JUICE," he grunted. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP YOUR HIPS WIGGLING, DARLING. OOOHHH, WHAT SENSATIONS, WHAT BEAUTIFUL SENSATIONS."
Always quick to respond, the lusty, nakedly splayed thighs of Joyce widened with acutely surging need as she bucked and writhed with insatiable desire on the wildly squeaking mattress, her loins atremble.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, GET SET," she told him. "OHHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, OHHHH, IT'S GOT TO SHOOT. YES, OOOHHH, IT'S ALL GOT TO GUSH OUT OF ME. IT FEELS SO NICE. OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOHHH, EVERY INCH OF IT. BEING DOMINATED BY YOU. COME ON, OOOHHH, HAMMER ME WITH YOUR LONG, STURDY COCK."
"OHHH, DON'T WORRY," he told her. "THIS IS SO GOOD. I LOVE PLUNGING INTO YOU LIKE THIS. WHAT A FEELING IT IS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, IT'S SO NIIIIICE."
He reached out and let his fingers clutch warmly and tightly against her silky ass globes.
He licked his lips with swelling desire as he pushed with his steadily tormenting cock, driving it solidly into the warmth of his lover's pussy. He watched the juices explode from her vagina, and that caused his eyes to widen. He heaved sigh upon sigh, and suddenly began to feel the sweltering waves of acute need in his testicles, which told him just how badly he needed to explode.
"OHHHH, I'M GONNA BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU," she told him. "OHHHH, HONEY. YES, OOOHHH, PUSH YOUR COCK INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, I LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, FIRE IT INTO ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, REALLY SCREW ME. OHHHHH, SCREW MEEEEE."
As she exploded the last few drops of her steaming cuntal fluid, he penetrated her once more with his hard, lust-filled ramrod. As he pole-axed her with his grinding cock, his fingers dug even tighter against the compliant warmth of her firm ass cheeks. He gritted his teeth, heaved one last sigh, then watched as the hot drops of his thick, white sperm began to cannonade from the end of his hard, aroused cock.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS IIIIIITTTT," he told her. "OHHHH, HONEY. OHHHHH, KEEP THAT BEAUTIFUL ASS TWISTING. OOOHHH, OHHHH, THIS IS SO GOOOOOD. YES, OOOHHHH, THAT'S NICE. OOOHHH, WHAT FUCKIIIIIING."
His stormy, tempestuous cock kept on driving into the tightness of her seething vaginal cauldron. He watched as the hot drops of his sloshing cum splashed inside her aroused pussy. He kept on slamming hard with his driving organ until, finally, the last few drops of his hot juke exploded from the tip of his towering organ.
When he withdrew his cock from Joyce's pussy, Jack threw his arms around her. Darlene watched as the lovers engaged in a long, mutually gratifying lip kiss.
She eased herself away from the window, then tiptoed stealthily back to the main road, walking briskly back to her cabin.
Darlene knew the reason why she was walking more rapidly back to her cabin than she had been walking prior to the time that she came upon the light on in the bedroom of the Tracey house. She felt those same waves of acute need that the young married couple had only a few moments earlier.
She was unable to get her mind off of them, even after she returned to her cabin. Finally she went into her bedroom, eased out of her slacks and T-shirt, then undid her brassiere and glided her panties down her legs.
Eventually she reached down with her fingers and let them glide into the intimate warmth of her already dampened pussy. She had become so turned on just watching Jack and Joyce that she had been virtually ready to explode right then and there.
She closed her eyes, envisioning both of them before her, and as she did her fingers continued to glide with steady zeal, manipulating into the wet warmth of her fiery triangle.
Darlene gasped and sighed, and the orgasm began to gush from her overwrought body.
Time and again she exploded her cuntal nectar until she finally lost track and fell into a dead stupor of sleep, from which she did not awaken until the following morning.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The next day, unable to forget the erotically inspiring sight of Jack and Joyce Belotti having sex, Darlene decided to put a bold new plan into action.
Darlene was doing a tremendous number of things that she would have been afraid to even attempt before. This time she was determined to entertain man and wife in her own home, to salute their new marriage.
When she was passing the lake, she observed the young couple once again embracing and caressing as they lay there stretched out on towels. She brought her Jeep to a halt, then walked over to where they were stretched out. She waited once again for them to finish a long, passionate lip kiss. After that she intervened.
"Good-morning, love birds," she greeted them with a cheery smile.
"Oh, hello there, Darlene," Jack said. "How's it going?"
"Oh, can't complain. How are you kids?"
"We're just fine," Joyce said, looking over at her husband and smiling broadly.
"I was just wondering," Darlene said, "if the two of you are doing anything tonight for dinner."
"Well, we were thinking of going into town. Maybe eating at that sea food restaurant. We've been eating there quite a bit."
"I've got a better idea," Darlene said. "How about me treating the newlyweds to a nice buffet dinner. To welcome you in friendly fashion to Lake Kelsey."
"Gosh, that's sure awfully nice of you," Jack Belotti said, "but we wouldn't think of putting you out."
"That's right," Joyce said.
"The only way I'd feel put out," a smiling Darlene said, "would be if you two nice kids refused my invitation. No, I'd love the company. Not only that, but it's so nice and inspiring to see two young people who love each other so much. I'd just like to treat you to dinner in celebration of your recent marriage."
"My gosh, that is awfully sweet of you," Joyce said, obviously impressed. "Fine. It's sure fine with me. How about you, Jack?"
"It is awfully nice of you. Yes, we can make it."
"What time?" Joyce asked.
"How would seven o'clock be?" Darlene asked.
"Yeah, fine. Seven would be fine," Jack said.
"All right, then I'll see you kids later. Got to get back to work."
Darlene turned and walked away. Already she was feeling much better. The first part of her plan had succeeded.
As soon as she finished her forest ranger duties for the day, Darlene drove into town and stopped at the store. She bought mainly cold items, potato salad, cold cuts, and the like.
She knew that if she ever fixed anything too fancy for the young couple, they would feel awkward, and she did not want them to feel anything other than comfort in the surroundings of her cabin. The only adjustment she made to luxury was in purchasing a bottle of champagne, with which she would toast the young married couple.
When they arrived at seven o'clock, she greeted them in a tight-fitting white dress, which showed off her figure to good advantage. When Jack entered the cabin, and she gave him a long, friendly smile, she noticed the way in which his eyes widened as he stared appreciatively at her beautiful body. She was confident that things could and would go her way.
She deliberately saved the champagne until after the buffet dinner had been completed.
They drank Coke during the meal, after which she then pulled out the champagne, allowing Jack to open the bottle.
"Just relax, kids, and think of this as your own home," she said.
"You really are hospitable, really nice," Joyce said.
At first Darlene proposed a toast. They sipped the champagne with an air of casual enjoyment. Then Darlene suggested a second round. Slowly but surely she was determined to cause the young people to lose their equilibrium. If she could get them pleasantly high, then the next part of her plan could be put into effect.
Joyce immediately became giddy from the champagne. It was obvious that she was less accustomed to drinking than was her husband. Jack, all the same, began to feel somewhat high by the time that the third and fourth glasses were poured.
The lovely Darlene decided that it was time to seize the initiative.
"What do you kids think about nudity?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know, I've never thought too much about it," Jack said. "We don't have hangups, if that's what you mean. We're pretty casual."
"That's the best way to put it," Joyce said.
"You know, it's kind of warm tonight," Darlene smiled. "Would you kids mind if I just slipped out of this dress?"
Before Jack or Joyce had a chance to say anything, Darlene eased out of her chair and began to remove her dress. The young married couple stared at each other in a state of puzzlement. They were tongue tied, totally caught by surprise.
Soon the beautiful Darlene had eased out of her dress and was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing other than a pair of seductive bright red bikini panties and a matching brassiere. Jack in particular was in a state of awestruck silence. Darlene stared down at his crotch, observing a huge erection. Every now and then Jack would twist his body from side to side uncomfortably in his chair, obviously fearful that his young wife would see that he had developed a hard-on for another woman.
"I don't get this," Joyce finally said in a state of confusion. "What's going on here, Darlene? Why are you stripping in front of us?"
"You're a young, liberal-minded married couple," Darlene smiled. "Why don't you get more comfortable? Why don't you get out of your clothes?"
"Hey, maybe that's not a bad idea," Jack said. "After all, Joyce honey. It's a good way to relax."
"What?" Joyce exclaimed, taken aback by her husband's attitude.
Darlene could see what was happening. Jack Belotti was getting extremely turned on around Darlene, and now he wanted to show her his body.
"After all, I've seen you kids lying out there by the lake," Darlene said. "You were almost nude there anyway."
"Yeah, she's right, she's absolutely right," Jack nodded vigorously, staring at his wife.
The expression of confusion continued to linger on Joyce's face. She watched as her husband eased out of his sport shirt, then slid his slacks down his legs and off of him. Now he stood there just a few feet away from Darlene, wearing nothing other than his white boxer shorts.
Darlene could tell from the way that Jack was staring at her that he was clearly leaving the next move up to her. She was not about to disappoint him. Slowly and luxuriously she reached back and unsnapped her bra straps. She tugged and pulled at her brassiere, ultimately tossing it aside, then thrusting her firm white breasts proudly forward as Jack stared at them with ravishing desire.
"Oh, damned, you sure do have a nice set of breasts," Jack said.
"Jack, this is getting awful," Joyce said, squealing out a protest. "After all, you're looking at another woman.' "There's nothing wrong with that, darling," Darlene smiled at her soothingly. "We're just admiring each other on a person-to-person basis. It's all in how you look at things."
"Sure, that's right, that's it, that's absolutely it," Jack said.
Jack continued to stare at the firm, ripe breasts of Darlene. She then reached down and made a quick grab for the elastic waistband of her panties. Soon enough she was gliding the panties down her smooth, trim thighs.
"Oh, nudity is so much fun," Darlene looked over at Joyce and exclaimed.
"This is getting immoral, downright immoral," Joyce said.
"Don't be silly, darling," Darlene exclaimed soothingly. "Come on now. Before long you're gonna be joining us. I feel bad about the fact that you're just sitting there, not getting in on any of the fun."
"Yeah, I feel bad about it, too," Jack exclaimed.
Jack watched as the sensuous Darlene continued to glide the filmy panties down her legs and, ultimately, off of her. She extended her legs, showing Jack the enticing softness of her fleecy pubic vee.
"Why don't you take your shorts off, Jack," Darlene exclaimed huskily. "You can be a lot more comfortable that way."
"Damn good idea," Jack replied.
In a matter of moments Jack was easing his shorts down his legs and off of him. There was no mistaking just how he felt at that moment, judging by the stiffly bloated erection that he sported. Joyce winced when she saw the hugeness of his hard, steely cock. She knew what he was feeling for the lovely forest ranger.
"Jack, put your clothes back on," she said, almost in a state of panic. "We've got to be going."
"Don't be so damned silly," Jack said. "Like Darlene said, we're just relaxin', that's all."
"Of course," Darlene smiled, moving promptly toward Joyce. "Honey, let me help you out of that dress."
"Oh, no, don't touch me. Don't move any closer."
Darlene looked at the confused expression in Joyce's eyes. She sensed that this beautiful young woman was truly at the crossroads. She was protesting the idea of being stripped because she was afraid that, in the final analysis, she might very well learn to like it.
As Joyce sat there stiffly in her chair, Darlene began to remove her clothes. At first she shrieked and gasped, her body trembling, but in the final analysis she just stared up at Darlene curiously until her dress had been practically removed from her.
"Here, I can do it, I can finish undressing," Joyce said.
"That's it, honey," Jack smiled. "I knew you'd see it our way."
Even though Darlene was turned on by Jack's exotic handsomeness and his long, stiff cock, there was something about the vulnerability of the beautiful young Joyce that attracted her, at least at that moment, even more. She remembered how, back when she had been going to high school, a number of her girl friends had tried to entice her into getting involved sexually. A few times she was actually attracted to the young women who were attempting to seduce her, even though she could not then admit it. Not that she wasn't always attracted to men. Men had always been her first concern and her basic preference. It was just that there was this curious, unresolved side of her, this strange, tingly attraction that she could have for a beautiful female. Joyce seemed so sweet, innocent and vulnerable that she wanted to make love to her.
Now Joyce was easing her panties down her legs and letting them drop. After that she reached up and undid her brassiere straps, letting her bra fall to the floor.
Darlene loved her pert, lovely figure. It was a slender but sexy one, and she longed to reach out and grab her.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Darlene suggested.
"I'm with you," Jack said.
Joyce had a look of fear in her eyes, but none the less, she followed the beautiful brown-haired forest ranger and her husband into the bedroom. She watched Darlene immediately ease into bed. She gestured for Joyce to join her.
"Come on, honey, let's have a little fun," Darlene said.
"Go ahead," Jack commanded his wife. "Come on, honey. Let's not spoil the fun. We can have a good time."
Joyce looked at her husband in confusion, but relented, walking over toward the bed, then easing her way inside it. As she lay stretched out on her back, the heavily panting Darlene reached out and made a grab for her firm white breasts. Her fingers soothingly kneaded and massaged the warmth of her skin, and the beautiful young married woman stared up at her with disbelief.
"What are you gonna do to me?" Joyce asked.
"I'm gonna make you feel real good, darling."
Jack was obviously becoming carried away watching the developing physical activity between his wife and Darlene. Every now and then he stared down at his rock-hard cock, recognizing that he, too, would have to get into the action very shortly.
For the moment, however, it was the two women who were immersed in sex. After running her fingers affectionately over, the lovely blonde's breasts, Darlene reached down and began to kiss her tits and nipples. At first Joyce's body had stiffened in a state of nervous anxiety, but now she was learning to adjust to everything that was happening to her.
Eventually Darlene reached out and let her tongue glide against the warmth of Joyce's prickly nipples. Joyce's body quivered with mounting passion and tense beads of telltale perspiration began to surface on her face and body.
"OOOHHH, OHHH, THIS DOES FEEL GOOOOOD," she sighed. "OHHHHH, HONEY. YES, DARLENE. OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO NICE, SO NICE, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOOODDDD."
Her tongue pushed and twisted with greater anxiety than ever. After releasing it from her nipples, she let her head drop down between the beautiful woman's legs. Joyce's legs twitched and twisted as the heavily panting Darlene eased her tongue forward, letting it collide with snake-like earnestness as it pushed against the warmth of Joyce's pussy.
"Just relax, darling, just relax," Darlene sighed softly.
"Yeah, take it easy, honey," Jack said. "It's gonna be all right. Everything's gonna be all right."
Joyce began to pant and sigh, her legs kicking back and forth as Darlene glided her tongue against the sodden warmth of her enticing pussy. Back and forth she kept on gliding with her steaming tongue.
The louder that the vulnerably exposed young blonde sighed, and the sharper that her body twitched, the more avidly that Darlene continued to slide her swirling red tongue as it pistoned rapidly inside the hot warmth of her feminine channel. Back and forth she kept on grinding it, working with solid dexterity, and now she was pushing the beautiful blonde that much closer to the verge of climax.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS SO NIIIIIICE," she exclaimed.
Darlene reached out and let her fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of Joyce's breasts. She let her fingers wander down to the naked plane of her stomach. Her tongue kept on driving, whipping sharply, until, finally, Joyce could not withstand the rapid-fire, explosive tongue thrusts any longer. The juices just had to explode from her steaming vagina.
"OOOHHHH, OHHHHH, THERE I GOOOOO," Joyce exclaimed. "OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE. OHHHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHHHH, AAAHHH, IT FEELS WONDER-FUUUUULLLLL."
When Darlene released her tongue from Joyce's pussy, Jack jumped into the picture. His fingers were impatiently stroking the firm length of his long, in- flamed cock.
"Now me, I've gotta have it, gotta have it right now," he panted, staring into Darlene's eyes.
"All right, darling," Darlene grinned. "If you want it, baby, you can have it. I'd never say no to you."
She lay there stretched out on her back, extending her firm, sleek thighs. The handsome young man threw himself forward, panting loudly as he catapulted his stiffly assertive cock forward, letting it glide its way with enticing warmth and frantic desire inside her tight-fitting pussy.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A WOMAN YOU AAAARREEE," he exclaimed thunderously.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK I'M GONNA GIVE YOU. OOOHHH, OHHHHHH, I LIKE THIS. OOOHHH, WHAT A TIGHT SCREW. OOOHHH, IT'S SO GOOOOODDD."
His fingers clutched tightly against the rippling smoothness of Darlene's thighs as he pushed and shoved with his hard, thudding cock. Back and forth he whipped it, letting it pump with piercing desire. All the while he was pushing himself that much closer to the state of a tingly orgasm.
He hammered forward several more times with his stiff, bold organ. After that he found that he could no longer hold back the state of seething excitement that rippled through his loins. He heaved a deep sigh and the spurting drops of his thick, white fluid exploded from the end of his hard, piercing shaft.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, THERE I GOOOOO," he sighed. "OOOHHHHH, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IIIIITTT."
"COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, COME ON, DRIVE YOUR COCK INSIDE MEEEEE," Darlene replied. "OOOHHH, WHAT A FANTASTIC SCREW. OHHHH, NOW I'M SHOOTING, TOO, DARLING. YES, OOOHHH, THE HOT STUFF. IT'S SPRAYING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, IT'S SHOOTING OUT OF MY PUSSY. OOOHHH, IT'S JUST GUSHING. OOOHHH, IT'S REALLY GUSHING. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, THAT'S SO NIIIIIICE."
She wiggled her buttocks frantically as drops of her hot pussy fluid exploded from her vagina. All the while her lover was exploding the final few drops of his orgasmic fluid. After that he released his cock from her pussy.
"What a wild screw," he said. "Thanks for inviting us to dinner, honey."
"You're quite welcome," Darlene said. "And just think. The evening's still young."
"That's right, it is," Jack nodded.
They fucked into the wee hours of the morning.
Then, a few minutes after the young couple left, Darlene fixed herself a glass of champagne. She sat and reflected on her future.
Yes, she realized, she had been repressed, particularly after the break-up with her fiance Dan. Eventually her repressions had pushed her in the opposite direction. She had sought to break free and, upon doing so, had thrown herself into a state of wild and turbulent sexual activity . It had gone so far that she had seduced a young married woman and her husband.
Now there was no longer anything to fear about her ability to attract men, or her ability to follow through and please them once that she decided to engage in sex with them. She did have another distinct problem, however. Just what was she going to do with her life now that she could not seem to turn down any kind of sex opportunity that appealed to her?
Obviously she had to start turning over a new leaf. As much as she liked Lake Kelsey's serenity, she knew that she was only running away from herself if she did not return to the city. Yes, in another couple of months, she calculated, she would probably be leaving Lake Kelsey and returning to New York City. There she would obtain a job and start looking in earnest for a man toward whom she could become serious. She knew that, as much fun as she was having, she would have to put her life on a more stable level. All the same, there was no way that she would trade any of the experiences that she derived since coming to Lake Kelsey.
