Shelley Ordwell had slipped into a thin, short smock after her shower, wanting only to wear something to keep her butt from sticking to the leather of the bar stool. When Rhoda and Ross left the cottage, she met Jack Cartwright's gaze of frankly lustful admiration with a hot, feral glance of her own.
"Aren't you miserably warm in those Bermudas, Jack?" she asked. Her fingers stole to the belt, unfastened it, then unzipped the fly for him. He grinned as he slid off the stool and let the shorts fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them and peeled off his athletic briefs. Shelley wet her lips as the huge, hard cock sprang out to point at her, throbbing and pulsing with eagerness.
"Here… or at the beach?" Jack queried.
"Rhoda may have forgotten why we girls call it Sandy Slit Lake amongst ourselves," Shelley replied. "I haven't. And I'm too hot to waste time running for a beach towel." She dropped to her knees and embraced his hairy thighs. Her lips found the swollen, purplish head of his prick and slid over it wetly, warmly, to slide all the way down the shaft. The tip was buried in her throat.
"Shel, baby!" Jack groaned. "Don't warm it up too much! I want to blast that first load into your cunt!"
Shelley fucked him with her mouth briefly, then withdrew her lips. The erect shaft bobbed wetly in the air as it was released. Shelley's tits jiggled and bounced just as vibrantly as she sank backward to sit on her heels with a jerk.
Jack knelt to face her, then forced her on back until she lay on the carpeting. His mouth found her tits, sucked at first one nipple, then the other, until they were swollen and dark with the engorgement of her rapidly circulating blood.
He mouthed an entire boob, kneading it with his lips, and Shelley squealed delightedly. For several minutes he toyed with her tits, then abruptly ducked downward and licked into the wet furrow of her blonde-feathered cunt. She gasped and drew her legs tightly up against her tits as he mouthed her hot snatch suckingly.
"Oohhh! Bring me off, Jack!" she cried. "I'm almost there!"
He nibbled her clit and vacuumed its succulence powerfully with his lips. Shelley let out a wild shriek and jerked convulsively under him. Her violent movement pulled her cunt from his mouth and he leaned back, her juices tasty on his lips and tongue.
The widened slit of her cunt was open in complete vulnerability; the inner lips surrounding her hole darkened with the sex flush of ultimate excitement. The cunt mouth seemed to open and close slightly, and bubbling moisture oozed from the gap.
Jack gave an animal grunt and thrust the tip of his cock into the quivering hole. He eased it slowly up her swat, feeling the hot, wet folds of her sheath part and expand as the nose of his prick plowed them aside. They surrounded the shaft, enfolded it, and then he was in to the hairy sac of his balls.
"Fuck me fast, Jack!" she begged. "I'm still coming!"
He drove at her with hard, swift thrusts, living in actuality the enjoyment he had anticipated for a long time. Shelley Ordwell was one of the greatest fucks he had ever encountered; she genuinely loved to be screwed, and her entire being entered into it! He and Rhoda had been swapping with the Ordwells for quite some time, but he had not had nearly enough of her over the long haul. It was unfortunate that he had other commitments, but when he got to slip his cock into the wet, bitchy cunt of this blonde minx, he made up for lost time!
He could feel her outer pussy lips kissing his balls at every inward stroke. And the upper contours of her innermost depths seemed to change rapidly. He sensed that her uterus was lowered around the sheath of her cunt, its donut-like mouth reaching into the tunnel for a taste of his jism.
He gave it to her. In potent, hot spurts, he exploded his cum into her snatch, feeling the contact of the womb opening as it dipped into the viscous offering of his gushes.
"Jack!" Shelley screamed. Her body jerked and writhed under him; her hands closed into fists and beat forcefully at the carpeted floor. Her head rolled from side to side with the extreme intensity of her rolling orgasmic sensations.
His final spurt oozed into her cunt slowly, and he took a deep breath as he leaned back, letting his cock slip out of her hole to drip its superfluous cum onto the carpeting.
Trickles and blobs ran from the gaping slit of her crotch to pool whitely on the dark, colorful nap below her. Her strenuous activity slowed until she lay quietly, panting and gasping.
Her body, like Jack's, was covered with a heavy dew of perspiration. After a moment, her ass lifted in a series of upward thrustings and she gurgled happily from the depths of her throat.
"Urghhhh!" she growled contentedly. "I've been fucked!" Her ass continued to toss, and its movements – aided by the inner spasms that still contracted her cunt – squirted out more blobs and trickles of his cum, thinned with the copious dilution of her own juices.
Jack cupped his smeary cock in his hands and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he built them each another drink. Shelley took her turn at cleaning up before studying the squares of adhesive-back carpet. Then she calmly peeled up three of them and took them to the back porch of the cottage.
She brought in three replacements squares and pressed them into the vacant spots. Her face was slightly flushed when she joined Jack at the bar.
"Now I could go for a swim and enjoy it," she told him.
"We might as well wait," Jack advised. "The beachniks will show up shortly, dried out from the sun and needing another dank. Then maybe we all can do with a dip."
Rhoda and Ross came inside, dripping from their quick swim, only seconds after Jack's prediction. He had drinks ready for them by the time they were seated at the bar, Ross' terry robe draped over their two stools; Rhoda tossed her sandy bikini on the floor and took several swallows of her drink before speaking.
"The water's great, you two! We're going back in for a real swim as soon as we have this drink. Still no cars on the other side of the lake, though."
"There's one in front of the McNally place," Shelley corrected her from the front window. Tom's, and he has Sandy with him. "Oh-oh! From the way our little girl's walking, I'd say she's just been laid."
Everyone rushed to look, but Cassandra had disappeared into the cottage with Tom. They went back to their drinks and discussed the teenage members of their tight little community. Opinion was divided, as was usual when they got into the subject, concerning the advisability of sexual permissiveness for the younger set.
"I'm not too fond of the idea, myself, as I've said before," Rhoda commented. "We've gone to a lot of trouble and expense to have complete privacy here. Letting those kids in on everything is risky, even if their parents condone it."
"You mean that they might feel more… loyalty or something… to their own generation?" Shelley asked. "That they might blab about what their 'decadent' parents do for recreation?"
"Something like that," Rhoda admitted. "It just makes me a little uneasy. Maybe I'm getting old or something."
"Balls!" her husband said. "You've always been edgy about anything that might disturb your plans. But I disagree with you. From what I've seen of those kids, they've been brought up with a better sense of values than the type you're worried about. They have too much pride in their parents and themselves to shit in their own nests."
"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you, too, Rhoda," Ross told her. "On both points. After that tumble we had on the beach, I'm inclined to think you're getting younger, if anything! And as far as the kids are concerned, it's been my observation that sex is best handled like smoking, drinking, and all the other things parents do admittedly."
"Expose them to it at home, teach them moderation and whatever else is indicated, and they're less likely to get into problems on their own."
"I haven't been too enthusiastic about having them here," Shelley admitted. "But I'll have to agree with Ross. We've seen both kinds of parents in swap groups, and the ones who supervise their kids in learning how to drink and how to approach sex seem to have the best kids in the long run… and the least problems with them."
"Well, I'm not going to be the 'wet-blanket' type of holdout," Rhoda promised. "But you'll pardon me if I don't lead any cheers over their presence here. I know I wasn't ready at sixteen to play funsies with adults. Of course, I'll admit I was brought up quite differently…"
"That's the point," Jack told her. "They were brought up differently."
As they began to talk once more about swimming, they heard a car roaring along the beach road on the other side of the lake. The four hurried into their bathing suits and rushed outside, but the McNallys and Lafayettes had disappeared into their cottages.
"Andy!" Denise Lafayette's voice was incapable of sharpness, but its urgent tone contrasted the downbeat pitch he was used to, so Andy rushed to the front window to stand beside his wife.
"Aren't they darling?" she asked him, holding the curtain aside just enough for peeking out. Andy saw his daughter and Tom McNally walking along the beach toward them, both as naked as the day they were born.
"Being prejudiced," he said, grinning, "I approve of that description for our girl, but I just can't agree to use the same adjective for a young man with a hunk of meat like that dangling from his crotch!"
"You know what this means, Andy. Dur and Coral sent them to us like this so we'd know that it's finally happened. As if I'd not be able to tell from Sandy's face. Did I have that radiant look, Andy… after you took my cherry?"
"Now that you mention it, there is something familiar about the look on her face. Part glow and part… embarrassment, was it?"
"Yes, damn you! And for that reason, be careful. Choose your words. They're both bound to be nervous. How would you have felt if your folks had sent you with me to see my parents in the nude?"
"You kooky broad! We weren't brought up the way Tom and Sandy were, and after all, he's not coming to ask for her hand in marriage. He's just escorting her home after deflowering her; the nude bit is pure parental whimsy. He's indulging it because they've convinced him it's the kind of symbolic honesty that will meet with our approval. Sandy, too. You'll have to admit that both of them have grit to go along with it!"
"I'm glad it happened today, Andy. Now we all can sunbathe as we please. Everything's out in the open, isn't it?"
"Well… we know Peeping Tom's aware of the situation. But he's not the kind to tell Sandy unless she already suspected and said as much to him."
"Well, if he hasn't, I will!" Denise decided. "If she's mature enough to screw and face the music, she's mature enough to understand our way of life."
Denise let the curtain fall in place and opened the door as the nude pair crossed the porch, hand in hand. There was a faintly defensive look in Tom's eyes, and Cassandra was biting her lip nervously as she faced her parents in the doorway. But she showed her true worth.
"Tom Cat walked me home," she said. There was a hint of defiance in her tone, although her voice shook slightly.
"Tom Cat, huh?" Andy said over his wife's shoulder. "Sounds like a new name. You've had yourself some pussy, Tom?" His grin softened the natural harshness of his voice.
"The best, sir!" Tom replied.
"Then come on in and have a drink with me. I always enjoy drinking with a man who knows the best when he's had it."
"Thanks, but… well, I'm supposed to tell you that you're invited to our place for drinks. And I… Sandy and I've already had a drink. Could I have a rain check?"
"Sure. Okay, Denise, let's get undressed and hit the beach. You joining us, Tom Cat? Sandy?"
"Not now, Daddy," Cassandra said. "I've invited Tom to have a snack. We've been exploring on the cliffs and we're both starved!"
"Some kinds of exploring can give you a hell of an appetite," Andy agreed. He embraced his daughter, kissed her affectionately, and watched as her mother took the girl in her arms for a moment.
"Happy?" Denise whispered in the girl's ear. The mahogany tresses bobbed as she nodded silently. "Good. But the rules haven't changed, Sandy… just as I told you when I made you start with the Pill. It's one of life's greatest privileges, but you alone have to decide when to exercise it."
Denise released her daughter and immediately began to undress in front of them, just as Andy was doing. Cassandra grabbed Tom's hand and led him to the kitchen.
"Take your trunks, Andy!" Denise warned as her husband headed for the front door. "Remember what Dur said about those Oscars he stocked the lake with. I can't spare an inch of that cock of yours, just to feed the fish!"
Coral McNally, Andy thought, must certainly be one of the world's best lays, as well as one of its most beautiful females. Her natural strawberry-blonde hair was intriguing in itself, but her complexion was almost two shades deeper than one normally saw with that hair. And her eyes were the deepest green he had ever seen. It always gave him a hard-on just to look at her.
Against the white sand of the beach, Coral's body was even more colorfully enticing. Her svelte shape almost covered the doubled beach towel beneath her, it was almost the same color as her eyes, and it made the strawberry-blonde hairs of her cunt more prominent by contrast.
Andy heard the Cartwrights and Ordwells splashing as they swam close to the beach on the other side of the lake. Nearer, he could hear Denise squealing her enjoyment as Dur McNally began to stimulate her with some kind of foreplay.
Maybe it was just as well, Andy told himself, that the youngsters were keeping to themselves in the cottage. Not that their presence on the beach would really cramp his style, but he was sure that it would make him self-conscious right now. After he had laid Coral, Rhoda and Shelley just one time each, after the fresh novelty of this particular get-together had lost its initial impact, then he could screw any of them with any kind of audience.
"What are you looking at, Andy?" Coral asked. She was gazing at him from between her upraised knees, shading her eyes with her hand. He sat where her feet would have been if she had stretched them out.
"Your pussy, of course," he replied. "You know I have to enjoy looking at it for a while when I haven't seen it for a long time." He reached out and spread the outer cuntlips with his thumbs. His eyes gleamed with lust as he stared at the wet flesh of her gash. "You're starting to get a hard-on, Coral!"
"I'm what?" Coral almost sat up in surprise.
"Your clitty's getting stiff and peeping out of its hiding place," he clarified. "Do you suppose it could smell Uncle Andy from that distance?" Coral had to giggle at his whimsy. "Well, Uncle Andy sure as hell can smell it! Damn! I can't wait any longer to taste that cunny, Coral."
He put his mouth over the parted, swollen pussy lips, and his tongue entered the moist folds to lick at the dew-covered satin of her warm flesh. Coral moaned and drew her knees farther apart. Andy thrust his tongue into her cunt hole, explored the cave for a while, then returned to the upper reaches of her box and began twitting the hard flesh of her clit.
"Oh, Andy!" she cried. "Suck it off for me!" Her ass moved on the towel, pinched the fabric between the quivering cheeks, and lifted it an inch from the sand; her cunt pressed into his mouth so snugly that his lips were forced over the firm bud. He gave it a playful nibble, then sucked.
"Yes, Andy! Oh, God, yes!" Her cry was followed by a series of steady whimpering moans as he tongued the tender tip and milked its little cloaked form with his lips.
Her legs went around his neck, ankles locked in ecstasy as she tensed her body to the powerful thrills that raced over her. Her ass rolled and jerked, seeming to float in the air as she ground her cunt into the source of her pleasure.
She came in hard, shrieking spasms, until the final one left her so shaken that she squirmed away Tom him to cool her fiery clit, fanning it to evaporate some moisture with her moving hand. Andy licked his lips, enjoying the aftertaste of her cunt, and inhaled deeply to draw her woman scent into his nostrils.
His cock was pulsing with a dull ache, and he clasped it in his hands to ease the discomfort until Coral was ready. She stopped fanning her crotch with her hand, lay back on her towel, and took a deep breath.
Andy watched her tits jiggle enticingly, then crawled into the embrace of her legs, letting his cock slide through the wet furrow of her cunt as he leaned down and sucked at her tits for a while. The thrills that sped to her cunt from her tits made her resume the dying convulsions inside her.
"Enough, Andy!" she cried. "Stick that cock in me! I'm ready to die happy."
He reared back, guided the head of his prick into the center of the sloppy furrow, and let it glide smoothly past her entrance. He drove his cock into her horny twat in a long thrust, feeling the heated contact as his balls snuggled into her crotch.
"Good good good!" she gasped. "Fuck it wobbly, Andy, like last time!"
He wiggled his ass from side to side as he screwed her, making her cunt distort with each stroke and causing a strong tugging at the cloak of her clitoris.
She hummed and whimpered with pleasure, her hands pulling at the cheeks of his ass in desperation, as if she could help him bury his cock more deeply as he drove into her snatch. "I'm… getting there fast… Andy!" she cried.
"Good!" he grunted. "I've been saving up for this, Coral. When you… cross the finish line… you win a cup… or maybe only half a cupful!"
"NOW!" she yelled as her body stiffened. Her cunt tightened on his moving shaft, and he thrust hard to reach bottom as he let go. She moaned as shot after shot of hot fuck juice burst into her hole, flooded her cunt and oozed out around their connection.
When they separated, Andy flopped down on the sand beside her. They lay there in the gentle breeze, letting it cool their hot bodies for a while.
"We've talked about it before," Coral said in a low voice, "but that was when it seemed to be in the future. Now that Sandy's lost her cherry, is she going to be a full initiate, or do you have a few qualms, now that the time is here?"
"Oh, I suppose I have the usual paternal hangups, somewhere deep inside me. But… no. She's a woman, now, and she's on her own. She's had the best training possible, so… it's up to her." He grinned wryly. "If she's anything like her mother, she's not about to let that thing tighten up for very long at a time, now that she's found out how much fun it is to use it!"
"Well, Tom's liable to keep after her for a while, but a man has to rest longer between bouts. So… she just may try to seduce one of the older hands to cure her itch. It could be quite an interesting vacation!"
"Tom's a male, but his youth gives him the edge on us older bucks," Andy reminded her. "And if I know the females in this tight little group, he just might beat Sandy to the punch when it comes to dallying with the regulars!"
It was the smell of pussy – human pussy – that aroused him from his sleep. He pawed the dirt and shook his head. There it was again, the fragrance of the man-bitch in heat, the same odor that had struck his senses when he had fucked another man-bitch.
He lowered his head and whined, then he sniffed his way to the edge of the woods and saw the humans fucking on the beach again. He watched as the man steadily fucked the woman with vigorous strokes.
Now the odor of cunt seemed to overpower him. His cock slowly unsheathed and grew erect. He lay down and licked his lengthening cock as he listened to the sounds of the man grunting as he fucked the woman beneath him.
Muscles, taut, the white dog rubbed his cock in the sand, overcome by the strong urge to mate. His prick was fully unsheathed now, the tip red just above the bulbous dog knot.
It had been a long time since he had fucked that man-bitch, and the mating urge was so strong that he began dragging his hindquarters against the coarse sand, relieving the itch that had pervaded his dog cock.
The woman's scream startled him, and he stopped and stood still, ears perked up. He could hear them talking and laughing. The dog crawled beneath some bushes and peered out at the humans on the beach. The man was standing up, wiping his cock, and pointing at the semen that was running down the woman's thighs.
The dog whined, his cock slowly retracting as the scent of pussy and semen filled the air.