"I hear you're quite a cocksman, Tom," Shelley said. She was leaning over him, her tits hanging ripely above his face, as she knelt beside him in the grass.
Tom looked up at the quivering mounds, eyed the jiggling pink berries of her nipples, then let his gaze wander down over her firm, rounded belly into the golden tendrils of hair at her crotch. He had set several lines in the lake, hoping to get a mess of fish for the family, then flaked out on the bank in the shade of the bushes to catch up on his sleep. He seemed to need more rest since he had been doing so much screwing!
"Hi, Shel!" he said. A self-conscious grin crept around the corners of his mouth. "Cocksman? I don't know about that. I guess I have been making the rounds. But that's nothing newsworthy in this little community, is it?"
"It might be to a gal who felt neglected," she said. Her full lips moistly pouting as she pretended to sulk. Tom envisioned the soft donut of those lips sliding over his cock and felt his tool grow hard at the thought.
"Christ! You sure have a sexy mouth, Shel!" he told her as he reached up and pulled her down onto him. The lips opened and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He fucked it past her lips and grabbed one of her tits with his hand, squeezing the nipple in a firm but gentle milking action.
Shelley whimpered and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He sucked at it as she made it fuck his lips. Then they were tongue fighting and sucking for several minutes, until they got out of breath.
Tom rolled her onto the grass and began sucking her tits. His hands worked on the free tit as he sucked and nibbled the other. Shelley moaned and hugged his head to her, feeling her pussy start to itch.
Her tits were almost sore when he shifted to her crotch, hot to see what this blonde's snatch was like. She eagerly parted her legs and thrust up her pelvis, ready to take tongue or cock, but too hot to be without one or the other for very long.
Tom looked at the golden fleece, saw the pink meat of her slit oozing juice like a broiling steak. He smelled her cunt, liked the warm, scented musk she exuded, and breathed deeply of it. He put his lips to the slit and kissed it as he had kissed her mouth.
His tongue sought entry, found it, fucked into her hole with rapid, excited strokes, making Shelley wiggle her ass in the grass and hum her contentment loudly. He sucked up her juice, licked at the perky little head of her clit, and heard her crooning become even louder.
"Oh, put those sucky lips on my clit, Tom!" she pleaded.
He formed his lips over the bud, inhaled through them, and felt the tiny glans pop into his lips farther. He released it and felt it snap back into its hiding place. Shelley's squeal told him she liked it, so he repeated it over and over.
Her cunt was literally gurgling with juice now, and Tom felt as if his chin rested in a bowl of soup. The frenzied goosing of her ass muscles made it slosh snugly into his face as he feasted.
"Nurse it, baby!" she pleaded. "Hard sucks, Tom! I'm… OHHH!" Her body went wild as she came powerfully. Tom's head was tossed off her like a rider from a hose.
He moved to kneel by her face, laid the tip of his rigid cock at her lips and rocked it there. The soft, moist smoothness of her lips trembled, parted, and sucked in his knob. Her tongue rolled around the swollen ridge and Tom groaned.
She sucked as he began to fuck into her mouth, feeling his tip glide over her tongue and lodge at the back of her throat. Shelley hummed her satisfaction to have his hard young whang in her mouth, sucking at its tender virility as though it were a huge drinking straw inserted in the nectar of the Gods. But Tom pulled it away!
He slowly shifted his position, holding Shelley's head up with one hand, until he was squatting over her, his asshole poised over one of her tits. He centered on it, then squeezed the nipple into his asshole, pinching his cheeks together to hold it there.
"Now, Shel!" he said hoarsely. "Suck me off while I milk your tit with my asshole!" But the distance was too great; there was no way to effect both operations at the same time. Tom knelt between her legs, picked them up and hung them over his shoulders. He shoved his cock into the soupy mess of her cunt and drove it into her hole up to his balls. He felt the ooze trickle down over them as he bottomed in her.
"Oh God, Tom! What a sweet hunk of cock!" Shelley cried. "Fuck it into me, lover!"
He started to pump at her, his balls – like the nuts of a young bull – slapped her ass meatily at each stroke. It was a juicy fuck. Tom's prick literally pumped the excess out of her tunnel, drop by drop, at each withdrawal stroke.
He sloshed in and out rapidly, but his fucks were hard and mean, as if he were confident that the abundant juice would pad and protect everything no matter how powerfully he drove into her.
"I'm close, Tom!" she moaned. "Oh, so close! I think I… I… oh Jesus! Squirt, Tom, squirt!" She let out a wild cry and farted loudly. Tom released his control and the convulsing walls of her heated curt triggered him off.
He spewed vast gushes of his hot sperm into her swat. It was already overflowing, but her uterus must have sucked up a gob as it poured into her, for very little squeezed out around his prick before he pulled out of her.
Shelley simply lay there and gasped, emitting an occasional grunt as her spasms hit. Tom stood, took a deep breath, then went back up to kneel by her head. He was determined to have her suck him off. There was an exciting something about her lips, her hot, wet mouth, that enticed him in a compelling way.
She was still convulsing when he slid the messy head of his cock into her gasping lips. She smelled the faint scent of her own cream, and more potently, the pollenlike odor of his semen. The spasms seemed to quicken within her as she sucked the wet tip into her mouth.
The familiar semen flavor made her excitement rise higher, and she began to milk and suck at the semisoft shaft. Quickly, it hardened and swelled, and she crooned happily as it filled her mouth and throat.
Her suction was good, but her nods were none too enthusiastic. She was still too weakened from her double climax to milk his prick effectively with the motion of her bobbing head.
Tom took over, fucking into her mouth as before, making his balls fly against her chin with wet smacks as he thrust into her throat. Her thickly ripe lips, so enticing before, now excited Tom even more as he watched them form the moist rubbery ring that slid and rolled as he fucked past them.
Like a freshly painted bright-red donut, her lips clung around his shaft as he moved it. The donut would almost be driven inside out as he stroked inward, then pulled away from her face as his withdrawal distorted her cheeks in the suction she had developed.
"Oh, Shel, baby!" he told her. "Your mouth is sweet… so sweet! Keep sucking, honey! I'm going to give you a big load! Have to feed my sweet-lipped Shelley!"
Then his balls tensed and his groin tightened as his asshole contracted snugly. He felt the flood coming on strong and suddenly.
"Drink, baby, drink!" he yelled. Shelley gulped as the first blob struck the back of her throat. Then she was swallowing for all she was worth as the deluge came.
Shelley had sucked off cocks before and after being fucked by them. But she never had a more plentiful load shot into her mouth before, and certainly not after. And the power of his delivery was fantastic. She had thought she could handle anything that came out of a prick, but this was unexpectedly much!
She choked, and jizz flew out to spatter Tom's balls and groin with white speckles. His last few jerking spurts, delivered while her mouth was open, hit her palate. These she caught as she recovered, swallowing again as she caught her breath.
Spartanlike, she not only sucked him dry and licked his knob and shaft slick and clean, but used her tongue and lips to gather the drops she could find on his balls and groin and belly.
When she lay back, licking her lips and staring up at him with a satisfied grin, Tom again felt a compelling affection for those moistly full, ripe lips. Even at that moment, he could have stuck his cock back into her donutlike roundness and fucked off another load. But he thought the next round should be the lady's choice.
"What would you like now?" he asked her.
Shelley's eyes grew large and round. They seemed to be bluer, brighter than before.
"You mean… you're ready to go again?" she asked.
"With a short breather," he said, nodding and smiling.
"Lie down and let Shelley hold you while you breathe," she said. "And when I feel that marvelous machine getting hard again, I'll tell you what I'd like!"
Tom eased onto the grass beside her. Shelley turned onto her side so they could lie belly to belly. She took his cock in her hand and lovingly placed it in her crotch, sliding it into the soupy mess of her box. Then she closed her thighs to hold it there.
"We females are inclined to be greedy when we find a man who can deliver the way you do," she told him, caressing his back with gentle fingers. "Don't let too many of us take advantage of you. Fuck when you feel like it, suck and be sucked when it pleases you, but don't burn yourself out to please us."
She felt his cock begin to stiffen between her thighs, the knob moving around in her juicy cunt as if looking for the hole.
"But I'd be grateful, Tom," she continued, "if you'd ram that wonderful whang up my ass. It'd be something to remember… all three openings stuffed with the same cock and filled with the same cum… in a period of less than an hour!"
Sandy looked at her mother, then at the two men sitting in the living-room chairs, then at her father behind the bar. She looked back at her mother again.
"You say I must be taught something. Will you please tell me what… and why?"
"We'll see if you learn the lesson. It may not be necessary to explain if we're successful." Her father had a strange look on his face; it was halfway between the sort of expression worn by both Durward McNally and Jack Cartwright, and the one her mother wore. It seemed to be a mixture of lust, compassion and unhappiness.
"Well, let's get it over with, then," she said boldly, though she felt anything but confident, not knowing what lay ahead of her.
Her mother took her hand and led her to the unoccupied chair near the center of the room, then made her lie over the big arm of the chair; her pussy pressed into the heavy slip cover, and she hung there, feeling foolish and slightly humiliated.
She was past the age of paddling, she had thought. What could they have planned for her? She felt something wet and cool being smeared into the crack of her ass. Her mother's fingers worked at the tight wrinkles of her asshole, probing and twisting until one entered her painfully.
The finger turned and twisted inside her bung, then was pulled out with the same miserable sensations. Another blob of the stuff was rammed past her stubbornly protesting asshole muscle. Again the finger waggled about, then withdrew.
She knew when her mother stepped back, and when her father stood there. Nothing happened for a moment, then her father said something too low for her to understand. It sounded as if he had said, "Warm it up for me, Denise."
There were wet, fleshy sounds that Sandy identified as perhaps someone being sucked off. There was a grunt or two, then she felt pressure at her asshole again. Oh, shit! she thought. More of the same. They want to humiliate me for some reason. If I could make my asshole relax, it would be over with quicker, and with less discomfort.
She strained and felt the muscle respond, opening her asshole. Something a hell of a lot bigger than a finger had been pressing at her rear door! It popped past her winkie and rammed painfully up her rectum, almost splitting her ass in two.
"Arghhh!" Her scream rang in the room, and she felt two hands grab the cheeks of her ass. The terrible fullness entered her farther, and she cried out again. Then once more, and she knew with a sudden certainty that a cock was buried to the hilt in her ass!
She was shocked to hear her father's voice in her ear, for it could only mean that he was the owner of the brutalizing cock. She obeyed his command, knowing that she dared not refuse to cooperate, and soon she found herself sitting on his lap, still impaled on his prick, as he sat on an armless chair near the bar.
"Come on, Dur!" he said. Durward approached them, his cock jutting out hard and stiff as he walked. Andy leaned back in the chair and spread his legs, one to either side of the seat. Then Durward spread her legs, pulling them upward, and laid the head of his cock in her cunt, wedging the tip into her hole and shoving hard.
Before she knew it, Dur's prick was buried in her cunt and Jack was moving a her stool up beside the overloaded chair. He sat on it, legs straddling the seat, his ass barely perched on the edge, and his rigid cock pointing out right at her face.
"Take it!" her father growled. "Start sucking him off!"
She twisted her head a little more and grabbed the meaty knob in her lips. Jack moaned and fucked into her mouth with short but ardent strokes. At the same moment, Dur began screwing her cunt.
Groans of misery escaped through her nose and around the wet ring of her lips. Dur's drives forced her brutally onto the impalement of her father's cock, emphasizing the terrible fullness she felt in her asshole, rectum and bowels.
She found herself remembering Ross Ordwell's words… I'd wedge the tip of my cock in your asshole and drive it into your butt until you screamed… and now they had excited her as he spoke them. Now she was experiencing the real thing.
Maybe it was like Scotch; maybe there was such a thing as an "asshole cherry" which one had to lose before rear-door sex could be fun, just as with her initial deflowering.
She recalled that she had begun to enjoy being fucked even as her torn maidenhead continued to bleed. Maybe that would happen now, maybe that was the lesson she was supposed to learn!
And as the exciting texture of Jack's cock slid over her tongue, and the faint taste of his maleness reached her through a premature drop of his semen, she began to cream heavily. Dur's strong prick was plumbing her cunt steadily, and suddenly she realized that she was privileged to enjoy at one and the same time all of the exciting things that Ross had described to her!
Thrills rocketed through her; she sucked hungrily at Jack's swollen cock, eager to drain him of the peppery male fluid he was reserving for her. She could feel a faint discomfort from the fullness in her ass, but even that began to excite her.
To hell with the whys and the wherefores! She might not ever be this lucky again; she'd better enjoy it while it lasted!
Dur's cock was sluicing out drippings now; she was creaming so much that his dong was gliding in and out of her in long, wet fucks that reached her limits. And she found that she could control her rear discomfort by bearing down as if trying to shit.
Now she was experiencing the same smooth glidings up her ass that she felt in her cunt, and it was a deliriously thrilling set of sensations. She built up a tremendous suction on Jack's cock, greedy to taste his cum as her passion snowballed rapidly.
"Suck, baby!" Jack cried hoarsely. "Suck hard!" He groaned loudly as his load erupted. "Oh, Jesus!"
Sandy swallowed his jizz in eager blobs, the male flavor rising throughout her head, filling her nostrils with the exciting smell. Jack emptied himself and tried to pull back but she had her hand around in his cock, sucking to get every last drop. He had to pry her grip loose to escape.
Then Sandy felt a pulsing, swelling sensation in her asshole. Hot fluid spurted into her, filling her ass swiftly with tingling warmth. It sent her over the peak and she felt her body start to quiver and shake as every muscle began to flex at once.
"Come, Dur!" she begged. "Squirt it now!" She felt his knob grow briefly, then the heated gush of his release, pumping into her cunt as she started to spasm.
She felt the most potent part of her climax, but the multiple thrills were too much for her and she blacked out. When she came to, she was lying on the sofa. Her mother was sitting beside her, holding her hand.
"I'm afraid you may not have learned the lesson, Sandy," Denise told her. "You enjoyed the whole thing, didn't you?"
"Not all of it. There was a lot of… discomfort. In fact, I'm still sore in the rear."
"You were supposed to learn that sex is not fun when you have no choice in how it's done or with whom. That's something you'd have to contend with if you were foolish enough to consider it as a profession. In swinging, you always have the right to refuse a partner or his choice of games."
"Ohhh!" Sandy began to understand. "Ross was worried that I might… and he told you and…" She had to laugh for a moment, then she squeezed Denise's hand. "I was just sounding off to him, trying to feel wicked or something to add to the kicks. After all, I've read the best texts there are, and I know that no swinger worth looking at twice would have to go to a whore for his fun. And I'd be silly to service the rejects when I can swap into the best there is!"
"Do me a favor," Denise said in a low voice. "Let Andy think it was the lesson that turned you from a career of prostitution. He hated to participate with you, but he thought the ordeal would be greater punishment coming from him. If he thinks it served the purpose, he'll be able to absolve himself of any guilty feelings. We wouldn't want him to get any hangups, would we?"
"You can count on me," Sandy promised.
"Come on, then. I'll give you an enema and you can douche yourself and shower. You'll be as good as new in no time."
"Okay. I'd like to take a walk after that. I'll heal up faster if I exercise." But Sandy was really anxious to see Ross Ordwell. She wanted to repay him for telling on her. If he hadn't, she'd never have known how exciting it was to be triple-stuffed with cock!
Let's see – should I such him off or – certainly! I'll give him his choice!