All evening, Ross Ordwell had been eyeing Coral McNally with just a little more lust than he expended in his gazes at the other females. He found himself developing the galloping hots for the luscious strawberry blonde, and he thought that she had given him several unusually sultry and meaningful looks in return.
There was something about the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her. So he stayed alert at all times, and was prepared when the spontaneous mating moment arrived.
When he eased her out the doorway of the Cartwright cottage, his hand warmly caressing the small of her back, his prick was so hard and erect that it jabbed her in the left cheek of her ass.
"Anxious brute, isn't he?" Coral giggled as she ran across the porch and onto the beach. Ross hurried to catch up with her. They walked from that point on – a fast walk, but still a walk, rather than a run. They realized that they wanted to conserve their energies for more important exercise.
"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," Ross told her as they rounded the southeast corner of the lake and crossed the beach in front of the McNally cottage. "If there was a way to duplicate myself, I'd do it… just so several of me could molest the hell out of you at once – some eating you, some screwing you, some fucking you in that lovely mouth – Christ! I almost go out of my gourd just thinking about it!"
"I think I prefer one Ross at a time," she told him. "You should, too. If there were several of you gang-banging me, each one would get a share of the fun. We can give you all their shares by taking one step at a time. Besides… I don't know if I could take on so many Rosses at once. I seem to remember being pretty sore and tender after our last session!"
They entered the McNally cottage quietly until Coral saw that the door to Tom's soundproof room was closed; then she went to the bar, turned on the stereo tape player, and waved a hand at the back bar.
"Make me something sexy to drink," she told him. "I'll be right back."
"I've been making it all evening," he quipped. "And keeping it hot for you." Her liquid laughter trailed behind her as she disappeared into the bathroom. Ross built her a time bomb: Green Chartreuse, vodka, Angostura and water. He buzzed it in the mixer and poured it over the rocks. Then he poured himself a Scotch and water.
Coral collected Ross and the drinks and steered the party to the bedroom. She tasted her Seducers Special, rolled her eyes at him, and set it on her nightstand with a respectful caution.
"That has an air of potency about it," she said.
"To be sipped slowly and often," Ross told her, taking a big swallow of his own drink before setting it down. He took her in his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her nipples as they stabbed him in the chest.
His hands explored her from shoulders to butt, then rounded her very female hips and pulled her to him. His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile hard-on against her skin.
Their lips met, opened, slithered together. Their tongues began thrusting, seeking, fucking at the hot moist mouths that panted with increasingly hot breath. Moans crept into the kissing. Now and then one of them would bite gently, nipping the other's tongue or lip excitedly.
They eased onto the bed, and soon Ross had Coral stretched out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He kissed her tits, nibbled around the firm mounds, bit and sucked the puffy nipples, and milked them.
He licked and kissed his way down her belly and into the bright rose-gold floss of her cunt hair. Her body was shaking and she whimpered and gasped as he split her cunt with eager thumbs and pressed his mouth to the hot, wet slit.
His tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick lips and massaged them tantalizingly. He let the tip of his tongue contact the peeping tip of her erect clitoris, and she cried out to him.
"Oh, Ross! Give it a few sucks!" Her voice was desperately eager, and he seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward.
Coral squealed happily and Ross mouthed the little bud closer to its base; he milked it, sliding it within its delicate mantle, back and forth, back and forth. Coral began to moan loudly as the thrills became unbearable.
He switched again, surprising her with another suck that made her clit seem to swell to double its normal size. She groaned as if he had hit her in the belly with his fist. Her thighs gripped his head firmly and her ass nibbled at the sheets as she tightened her butt cheeks in reflex.
"ARGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook with the force of a tremendous orgasmic wave. He felt the quiverings of her cunt as the inner lips vibrated against his chin, and he heard the faint gurglings as her juice was squished around in her convulsing cunt.
He sucked again, hard, and she shrieked as she moved her thighs to tear his head from her crotch. He got out of the way and ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes where it had been mussed by her legs.
Coral lay still, moaning softly and gasping as the thrills continued to race through her, slower and slower, until she was able to let her feet down onto the bed. But she kept her eyes closed for several minutes.
"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?" she said. "They'd have to carry me away in a basket!" Her eyes fluttered open and their green depths seemed to be burning hotly, with little flames of brighter green flashing at him.
"I yielded to your idea of one step at a time," Ross told her. "And I'm ready for the next step." He grinned, arching his eyebrows in a Satanic leer.
"Stinker!" she said. "If you were in my place, would you want me to give you a breather?"
"Okay," he conceded. "Golden Rule prevails. But I'm so eager to shove my cock in that juicy nest of yours that I can't promise how long I'll wait."
"Wellll…" she hesitated. "You can stick it in me whenever you want. Just don't start fucking until I cool down a little, okay? And try not to touch my clitty. It's hot enough to melt!"
Ross looked at the pulsing mouth of her wet cunt. It was still slavering from her potent spasms, but it gave him the illusion of drooling at the thought of eating his cock. The mental image made his prick throb so hard he groaned.
"Jesus, Coral!" he grumbled. "The way I feel right now, when I stick this thing in you, I'd better work fast. I remember the way your cunt feels. You're so slick and warm and busy in there, it almost milks me off just to fuck into you a couple of licks!"
As he spoke, Coral saw a pearly drop gather at the tip of his glans, and knew he was loaded and cocked, with a hair trigger that could be set off at any moment.
"Oh, Ross!" she cried. "Punch that thing into my hole! I can't stand the thought of losing any of your hot cum. I want it spurting into my womb!" Her thighs spread open to him and he gave a sharp cry as he knelt between them and laid the wet knob of his prick in the fluttering entrance of her steamy swat.
"Coral… baby!" he said hoarsely as he shoved his whang into her hole. It slid along the clasping walls, plowing her elastic wrinkles aside and expanding her cunt with the swollen bulk of his cock in a single, controlled thrust.
Her heavy creaming had oiled the way for him and he began to fuck her with long, slick shoves that buried his knob at the door to her womb while her cunt wrapped itself wetly around him and hugged his prick in hungry swallowings.
"Oohhh… lover!" she moaned. "I'm having… little comes… all the time! And there's a… big one on the way!" She grunted and bucked under his determined fuckings, their sloppy connection gurgling and splatting with each stroke.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the big one grab onto her and tighten every muscle in her body. "Come in me, Ross!"
He screwed into the bottom of her well, felt the nibbling of her avid uterus as it reached down into her cunt for the payload, then squirted his slimy seed in spastic jets, flooding her snatch completely.
The moment she was free of the orgasmic grip that had seized her, she began sobbing with joy. Her legs and arms clung to him, as if she wanted to keep his cock inside her cunt forever. He tensed his sphincter muscle, making the semirigid shaft and knob swell and pulse inside her hole.
"Oh Ross… if they all were like this… I wouldn't care if they did… carry me away in a basket!" Tears of ecstatic joy ran down her cheeks onto the pillow. She started to giggle, almost hysterical with pleasure.
Ross grinned down at her and flexed his cock once more, swelling it against the still spasming embrace of her swat. He reached down and patted her ass affectionately.
"You don't mind, do you, if I fight off those guys with the basket for a while?" he asked. "I figure I've got at least one more round left in this gun – maybe more, after all the oysters I ate this afternoon – and I'm damned if I want to try to fuck you in a basket!"
"Shelley," Durward said as the two of them entered the Ordwell cottage. "Do you happen to have any more of those oysters you fed Ross and Jack this afternoon? I didn't see them among the canapes this evening, and I wouldn't want to miss any bets when it comes to showing you a good time."
"Let's see," Shelley said, laying a finger alongside her temple and trying to look thoughtful. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "The last occasion you had to show me a good time, I seem to recall something about a clit-tickler you wore on your ding-dong. It just about tickled my clit right out of my swat!"
"No gimmicks tonight, Shel!" he promised. "I just want to hang in there and screw your little box with my own natural equipment… for as long as I can last."
"We've got all night, Dur," she reminded him. "We can fuck and suck until we're shot down, then rest and start over again."
"Let's get with it!" he urged. "The sooner we started, the more time we'll have."
Shelley led him to the bedroom, where they went into a wildly passionate clinch, mouths sucking and tongues thrusting, as they groped at each other's bodies hungrily in an urgent need to feel and taste each other to the limit.
When they were panting too much to continue kissing, they fell onto the bed. Durward sucked one of Shelley's big, firm tits while he worked at the other one with his hand. He did a lot of nibbling and kneading, then got in a few powerful sucks.
Shelley moaned, took his head in her hands, and shifted it to the other tit. She whimpered crazily as he nibbled and sucked a while longer.
When he nosed into her crotch for a smell and taste of her woman juice, she was creaming outlandishly. Her thighs were wet from the oozings, and when he parted the outer lips of her blonde-haired cunt, more flowed out as he dipped his mouth into it.
"Oh, drink it, Dur!" she crooned, running her fingers through his hair. "I've got so much for you! Suck it up, lover!"
He licked and sucked at the hot pussy flesh, then plunged his tongue into her glory hole, fucking it in and out several times as she gasped and whooped joyfully.
"Eeee!" she shrilled, coming so quickly that it was past before either of them had time to react to it. But it was a mild climax, and she held his head there while he bit at her clit and gave it a few fast sucks. She whimpered constantly, fucking her ass upward to cup her cunt over his mouth as he ate her.
Then she really came, crying out as her body jerked and bucked on the bed. Durward had to bail out, leaning far backward to keep out of her way, for her legs kicked and her arms flailed at the covers as the sensations shook her to the core.
When she calmed down, the sheet was soaked with her cream. Durward grinned and shook his head as he regarded her wryly. Her lovely blonde tresses were wildly disarrayed, and her tits quivered like gelatin topped with cherries as her breathing made them jiggle steadily.
"Blondes may not have more fun," he said. "But I challenge anyone to find a female who's more fun to have fun with!"
"Thank you, Dur," she said. "God gave me a healthy body to enjoy, and I hate waste!"
He looked at the cherry tips of her boobs and saw that they were still bright red where he had nibbled and sucked so potently.
"Was I too rough on your titties?" he asked. "Those nipples are certainly inflamed!"
"No. Not at all! Oh, they tingle, yet, but that only makes them tougher and healthier. I almost come when you suck them like that. It makes them breathe for days afterward. A man can't guess how good it feels!"
"I guess not. And a woman can't guess how good it feels to shove a stiff prick into a juicy snatch like yours and fuck it full of cum!"
"I know how it feels from this end," she assured him. "And that's what I'm dying to feel right now!"
He leaned over her face, dangling his throbbing hard-on above her lips; she squealed delightedly and took it in her hand, grasping it gently.
"Throw a couple of fast sucks at it, will you, Shel?" he asked. "It's almost too damn hard to use, the way it aches. Sucking your juicy twat really stiffens that thing for me!"
She polished the brightly purple knob with her tongue, then slid the mammoth tube past her wet lips and sucked at it avidly. Durward groaned as the vacuum pulled at his rod, but it felt as if the swelling had reduced somewhat.
Whether it was real or imaginary, the remedy seemed to take care of the situation. Durward pulled it away from her just as she was ready to forget being screwed and going after his load in earnest.
"You can lunch later," he told her. "I have a pussy to choke with this load!"
He climbed into the vee of her legs and she lifted her thighs. He set the tip of his dick in her gash, slid it into the winking hole of her cave, and gave it a mighty shove.
"Yes!" she gasped. Her ass was working around on the bed before he had it all buried in her hole. "Oh, plow my cunt with that thing, Dur!"
She screwed him with a greedy grasping that took his cock into her cunt up his balls. Then they started thrusting at each other. It was an even match. Durward wanted to shove his cock into her so deep it would come out of her mouth, and Shelley was so hot she lusted to be torn up by brute force, wanting to engulf his huge prick in her and have it explode its sticky wealth into the smallest cranny of her body.
They fucked with a feverish haste, and it seemed that the longer they screwed, the harder and meaner grew Durward's erection and the steamier and more clasping Shelley's twat became.
The sweat spread out between them, making their bodies slide at every contact. Shelley's juices oiled them both, covering their bellies, crotches, and thighs. There were gruntings and gasping and moaning as they struggled together.
Shelley had reached a high level of excitement, but she could not seem to make the last step that would lead her to the blessed relief of total orgasm. And Durward was just as desperate to help get her there before he lost control.
He plunged into her snatch fiendishly, feeling that he must certainly disembowel her if he plowed into her belly any more forcefully. But she only whimpered and gasped and begged for more, struggling to reach her goal.
Then she thought she was on the way. She started a series of grunts that made moaning sounds at the end; the tone rose, making her utterances sound like questions.
Sweat poured off Durward's brow and dripped on her tits, and still she continued her weird wailings. He remembered his ill-advised use of the rubber-titted clit-tickler, when he had thought she was losing her mind as he screwed her. But this time she was not ghostly pale; if anything she seemed highly flushed.
He stroked into her quim with renewed determination; his cock was starting to feel slightly numb, he had been fucking so long. And as he was ready to give up the fight, Shelley's eerie grunting moans changed in pitch, taking on the sound of a siren.
"Mother of God!" she cried. She farted explosively, then became as rigid as if her body were made of steel. Powerful waves shook her for a moment, and she whimpered like a punished child. Then she went limp. Durward thrust his cock into her boiling hole and felt his load pump forcefully into the already juicy maw of her cunt.
He spent himself to the limit, then pulled out of her so he could check on her condition. She had seemed to collapse like a rag doll. But as he looked more closely at her, he saw that she was recovering.
It took her several minutes to reach the point where she could speak. Durward watched her wet her lips, then croak hoarsely.
"I need… a drink!"
He rushed to the bar, splashed whisky into a glass of cubes, and added a little water. When he handed it to her, her hand shook, so he held it while she took a healthy swallow. Then she lay back and smiled up at him sheepishly.
"I thought, for a while, you weren't going to make it," he told her.
"I never would have believed," she replied, "that I could reach such a high pitch and… stay there so long without… losing my mind!"
Durward gave her another slug from the glass, and she swallowed it eagerly.
"Hah!" she exhaled with a sound of satisfaction. "Another good drink like that, and I'll be as good as new again. Now, what was that about your offer to feed me lunch?" She reached for his tired, limp, tingling prick. He backed away with a chuckle.
"I believe you told me that we had all night," he reminded her. "I think I'd like to nap a little about now, or at least get some rest. You can wake me later if you want that lunch."
"If you sleep too good," she warned him, "you might miss all the fun. But I'm sure you'll wake up at the last – just as lunch is being served!"