Lee Ryder

Rearend raptures

Chapter 1

Sue Bender woke with a start. Something long and wet, slippery, poke her channel. "Whaaaaaa?" She looked down the sheet. A bulge in the rumpled linen stirred. The bulge was between her legs and it was the size of a man on his hands and knees. "Jerry!" she shouted at the bulge, "what are you doing?"

"Mmmmmm," replied the head under the sheets and between Susan's legs.

"Ooooooh," she smiled, realizing that the prod between her legs had been provided by Jerry's long tongue. "You devil!" She opened her legsso that he couldmore easily-get to her honey pot. "I had no idea you were such an early bird!"

They'd met the night before in a single's bar, the Red Lobster, down at the Marina. She was looking for an easy fuck, and so was Jerry. They drank some and came back to her place. The fucking and sucking had been exceptionally good.

But Sue had no idea that Jerry would want to get started so early again.

"Don't you think," she said, "that we should have some coffee and breakfast first? Just to get the weekend going right?"

"Mmmm," hummed Jerry.

"Oh," gasped Sue, "that tickles." She watched the bulge in the sheet, where Jerry's head was, bobbing between her legs. She bent her legs at the knees and lay back to enjoy the kisses he spread along her soft loins and sleepy pelvis.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "you certainly have a way about you."

A Moment later Jerry emerged from beneath the sheets. His chin dripped the thin thread-like strand of clit juice.

"Come here, you heathen," said Sue. "How come your so nice to me?" she asked, taking a piece of Kleenex to his face.

"It's easy to be nice to people you're just getting to know," said Jerry. He flopped his head down on the pillow next to Sue's. She inspected, bye the light of day, her catch from the previous evening. Jerry had bushy dark hair and heavy eyebrows. He was strong and dark with bronzed tan muscles. His incredible build, she figured, eyeing his huge biceps and smooth chest, was probably due to the fact that he was a lifeguard for one of the local beach clubs.

"Checking me out?" said Jerry. "Making sure you were'nt just drunk?"

"Yeah," she said, sliding one hand along his chest, "you never know."

Jerry turned on his side, put his head in his palm. "Well, I know about you," he said. He reached over and slid the finger along the gentle curve of Sue's right breast. He stopped when the tip of his finger was eye to eye with the tip of Sue's aroused nipple. "Well, how about that?" he said, now circling the soft puddle of brown surrounding the nipple.

"let loose of me, you gorilla!" she exclaimed. She jumped up and climbed over him, out of bed. She took two steps and landed in front of a full length mirror. "Do you like my body?" she asked. "I mean really?"

He slid out of bed and stood behind her, his head over her shoulder, both of them looking in the mirror. He put one hand under her arm onto her right tit.

"I like the way this tit leans out to the side." He pulled the nipple to the right, led the pear-shaped boob away from her. Then he let loose and moved his hands down to her belly. "And look there in the mirror," he said and they both watched his large hand wander in circles along the smooth flesh of her smooth stomach. "I like how soft your skin is here." He poked her belly button and slid his hand lower, onto her damp bush. "And I especially like the feel of this." She watched his finger enter her and rub the already erect clit meat within.

"I like that," she said. She held onto his forearm while his agile finger slid in and out of her pussy. "It's a kick," she said, "to see it happening in the mirror. It's like watching somebody finger-fuck me."

He dropped his other hand between her soft buns. "I like this end, too," he whispered. She could feel his warm breath along the back of her ear.

"What about my hair?" she asked.

He looked at her long silky hair. "It's lovely," he said. She stood about five-six, a few inches shorter than Jerry. She had a trim, supple figure. The curves of her legs were gentle, soft, and led nicely into her unusually damp pussy. Her tits were large and the nipples cherry red in pools of soft brown.

The hair on her cunt was jet black, and the slit below always firm and succulent. Jerry had been only too happy to supply her, the previous evening and new, too, with whatever she wanted.

"I like the feel of your body behind me like that," she said. He held her close, still from behind, his cock rubbing softly against the folds of her ass.

"Its nice to feel your prick there." She dropped one hand back to where Jerry's firming cock rubbed her right asscheck. She took the penis by the base and rubbed the head against the baby smooth surface of her buttock. "Do you like that," she asked coyly.

"You know I do," he said softly. "I like whatever makes you feel good.

"Your prick makes me feel good," she said. She gave him an extra special little squeeze, on the base of the shaft, and then tugged lightly. His pink mushroom head sprang to attention. She slid it along the fold of her asscheek.

"Ahhhh," said Jerry. "You know your stuff, honey." He continued to work at her clit. He had the slippery piece of cunt-penis erect and throbbing. He could feel her juice beginning to flow. He knew for sure that soon he would be fucking her righteously. He let his hand drift down, out of her pussy and between her legs.

"Mmmm," she hummed, watching his fingers sliding up and down her loins. His arms were long enough that he could cover plenty of her thigh with one swift stroke. When he came up again, he stroked her pussy with a quick jab from his middle finger.

"Finger-fuck me," she said. "Give it to me real fast." He jammed his finger in and out of her twat several times. She watched in the mirror as his hand jerked in and out of her bush. His finger was wet and slippery and soon she was breathing heavily. "It's good," she gasped, still watching his quick hand. "I love that."

Jerry kissed her on the back of the neck. "What most turns you on?" he asked.

"Ooooh." she said. "I don't know. All of it, I guess." He rubbed her fanny, especially the left asscheek because she was still sliding his cock up and down her right side. He slid his hand up between the two cheeks. Now he hand one finger fondling her asshole and the other in her cunt. He held her from the side, his cock in her hand against her butt, his fingers playing with both of her pelvic holes.

"Oooooh." She began to weave her hips. He alternated the stimulation, sticking her firmly first in the ass, then in the cunt, again in the ass, again in the cunt. "God damn," she cried. "Mmmmmm."

"Last night," he said softly, "you were plenty turned on, but you didn't come."

"I know," said Susan, "but I can't help it."

"You juiced up nicely," said Jerry, poking her hard in the asshole, "but no orgasm."

"Ahhhh," she grunted, his finger buried to the first knuckle in her bunghole.

"Uuuuumph."

"Maybe," he said, poking her cunt, "we didn't get the right hole."

"I don't know," she said, the blood rushing to her head. "I never-"

He jammed his finger hard, quickly, forcefully up her sphincter muscle. She jerked involuntarily and when she tried to wiggle free he prodded her in the pussy. No matter which direction she headed he would be penetrating one or the other of her holes. "Maybe," he said, watching her face in themirror, "youneed somethinga littleless traditional than the standard pussy fuck?"

"I don't know," she said, trying to slide her ass off his finger. She went forward onto the finger in her cunt. But he had lodges that digit in so far that she had little room to move in. She let loose of his cock and looked directly at him, not in the mirror. "I never had it in my asshole," she said.

"Maybe that's what'll make you cum," he suggested. "You wanna' try it?"

She looked down at his totally erect cock. "Would that thing fit in there?"

"Like a glove," he said. "Leave it to me."

She was frightened. But she couldn't deny, the surge of energy she felt on fantasizing his galvanized prick ramming up her asshole. She smiled nervously.

"Maybe it would be nice."

"I know it would be," said Jerry. "Got any lubricant around here?"

"In the drawer next to the bed," she said.

He took his finger out of her asshole. "Come on," he said. "It's time we found out your true desires." He took her by the hand and led her to the bed.

"I think," she said "that there's something I should tell you."

"You don't have to," said Jerry. He watched her tits bobbing as she climbed between the sheets. Her nipples were stiff and ready for whatever he would give her. Her face had turned crimson. He knew she was thinking now only of his cock up her asshole. Her legs shown in the morning light, and her nubile thighs seemed to glow with sex.

"I want to tell you," she said. "I live here, in this apartment because I'm separated from my husband."

"Ooooh?" said Jerry, opening the drawer and looking for the lubricant. He found a tube of jelly and pulled it out. "Where's your husband?"

"He lives where I used to," she said. She scratched her head. "See, we could never get it on. Just like with you last night. I could get a lot of nice fucking and sucking but no matter what I did it was always frustrating. You know, never really a good orgasm. Always just something a little short of ecstasy."

"Well," said Jerry, "it could be a lot of things." He spread the slippery grease along his still stiff cock. "Here," he said, "why don't you do this?"

She took the jelly with a smile. She squeezed a gob from the tube and spread it all over her hands. Then she out to Jerry's lap. She slid her hands slowly up and down his penis. The lubricant was slippery and greasy and his cock seemed to float between her soft mobile hands. She rubbed the base of the shaft and concentrated on the incredible thick stem. Then she worked softly on the tip of his blossomed mushroom head. The satin flesh of his prick slid smoothly between her greased palms. She rolled his dick the way she would have a piece of snake-like clay. Soon he was covered, from mushroom head to balls, by a thick coat of the fine oil.

"Now for you asshole," said Jerry. He took her hands and rubbed them between his own. Then he applied another gob of grease to his hands. "You better get up on your hands and knees. It'll be easier that way."

She took the position on all fours. "Anyhow,"she continued, "Jack, that was my husband, is my husband, couldn't figure out what it was. I suggested to him one time that he fuck me up the asshole, but he said he wouldn't."

Jerry rubbed his palms between Sue's asscheeks. He parted the buttocks and slipped in one palm on one side, and the other for the other cheek. He spread her ass open and rubbed up and down in the soft groove. Soon her cheeks were covered with a layer of lubricant.

"I don't know why," said Sue, "but he thought it was dirty or something.

Anyhow, our sex life wasn't that good that it could keep us together. So, about six months ago we separated. We'd only been married for four months."

"Yeah," said Jerry. "Jack must be one lucky fellow to have been married to you." He smiled and took out the tube of lubricant again. "This might be cold," he said. "Hang on," He squeezed a healthy gob of grease directly into the asshole entrance of Susan's but. He threw the tube aside and applied his finger to the mound of grease. "Here's a fingerfull of grease to get you going," he said.

"Oooooh," she squirmed, "that's interesting." Her heart beat fast against the inside of her chest. She'd never been fully penetrated in her asshole.

Occasionally her husband had supplied her with a nice finger to a little tongue action, but never had he gone all out, whole hog, to fuck her up the butt.

She'd wanted it, unconsciouslyand consciously for all the time since she'd left puberty. But no man had every realized it, and even she still didn't know for sure if it was the right thing for her.

Jerry slid his finger down into the beginning of the hole. "How does that feel?"

She wiggled her ass and made sure she knew what he was talking about. "It feels nice," she said. She could feel the juice in her pussy flowing steadily. "It's gonna be nice," she said, more or less trying to convince herself.

The more Jerry played with the asshole entrance to Susan's bowels, the more he became turned on. He loved the feel of her soft creamy asscheeks and the cherry red entrance to the shit canyon. He could see that she was tight, maybe a little too tight, but he knew for sure that that would make the assfucking even nicer.

"Get ready, baby," he said. "It's gonna come hard first."

She reached up and put her hands onto the head of the bed. She had something to hold onto. Jerry parted her asscheeks with his hands. Then he slid one hand up to her neck, held her by the nape, and wrapped the other around her waist. He was in the mounting position.

"I'm ready when you are," she said bravely. "So far everything's nice and easy."

He smiled and slid his prick shaft along the groove of her hole. His cock slid slowly but surely up and down between the spread cheek. The grease there eased him down into the bottom of the groove. Her ass seemed willingly unfold for him. He pulled his head back to get a last look at the eye of the target. Her neat little irish muscle had expanded somewhat, but clearly not enough to accept his fully bloomed cock head. "Wait a second," he said, "I think we better try something else first."

"Oh, no," she said, "I was ready!"

"Yeah, I know," said Jerry, "but it'll be that much better if we go with something just a little smaller for this first part." He gazed at her hole, the small orifice, and said: "Yeah, I'm sure of it."

"But why?" asked Susan. "Why not you dick?"

"Well," he said, "it's such a small space." He searched the end table and found a thins, ball point pen, not the push-button sort, but an ordinary cap and tip kind. He put the cap on and using the smooth end slid the pen between her asscheeks. "How does that feel?"

"It tickles," said Susan. She rocked her hips in a gentle arc. "But I like it."

"Good," he said. "Here you go." He slid the soft round end of the pencil-thin pen into her iris muscle. "Still with me?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she said, feeling her heart skip a beat. "That's nice."

"Good, here's some more." He prodded the muscle of her bunghole from side to side. She shove her hips backwards, in order to take on more of the initiation prick.

"Aaaaah," she grunted. "That's good."

He pushed the prick-like device down further. She moaned and he gave her more of it. She laughed a bit and then, with the blood rushing quickly to her heart, she gasped. "I think that's what I was wanting all this time."

He jammed the plastic pecker down deep, nearly half-way in. "Oooooh, shit!" she wailed. "What the fuck?!"

Her hips rocked left and right, trying to avoid the incredible poker. But it was no good. Jerry was determined to give her a good inkling of how his giant cock would feel in her asshole. He twirled the pen from side to side, parting the asshole muscle, twisting it out of shape and back again.

"Oooooh," she begged. "Stop it! It hurts!" But he relentlessly appliedpressure.

Ifshe couldnot be gratified bye the pencil thin plastic dick, he thought, then buttfucking her with his big member would be even more unpleasant. Suddenly, however, despite his best efforts, Susan slid forward, up and off the artificialcock. "Noooo," she said. "No more."

Jerry fell back away from her. She sat down on the sheets and looked at him.

"I'll take that dick of yours. But no more plastic. I can't take it. I know it's not the same. If I'm gonna come by having a cock up my asshole, that's one thing. But none of this bullshit trying me out. Either you do it, or you don't."

He didn't know quite what to say. "Listen," he said, "I just thought it would be best to try it out."

"Well," she said, her boobs red with lust from foreplay, "it's not good trying it out. I want to do it with my asshole, but not with some silly pen."

"O.k.," he said. "How about with my cock?"

"That's more like it." She resumed her position on all fours. Jerry took up the tube of lubricant and spread another handful onto the target area. "Good" she said, "that feels nice."

He smiled and took to rubbing his prick between her creamy cheeks. The ass flopped this way and that as he warmed up to fucking her. Soon his hardon was at full length, like a sharp sword pulled from its sheath. He slid the head of his dick down into the constricting space. "Let up," he commanded her. "Open that muscle. Relax"

The iris muscle spread open just slightly. "I'm ready," she said. "Stick it in." She had her hold on the head of the bed again.

"Here you go, baby." He shoved the head of his cock into the iris muscle.

Involuntarily, she squeezed shut. Things, her body told her, could easily come out the space, but getting something in was another matter all together. She concentrated, and Jerry's cock made the distance into the shit chamber.

"Oooooh." she moaned. "That's incredible!" His mushroom head cock tip was now inside her butt. Just the tip had penetrated the required distance.

"Oh, shit," said Jerry. "You got a perfect bunghole."

"You know," she said, both of them resting for the moment, "I think you're not doing this just for a favor. I mean I think it really turns you on, too."

"You know it does," said Jerry. He pushed his cock hard and fast without giving her any warning. It had angered him that she knew his real desires. He shove hard, his cock penetrated deep, and she wailed: "Oh, fuck, you dirty bastard!"

He slammed his mushroom head down deep into her shit canyon. He could feel her splitting open under him. The tight grip of her iris muscle on his thick shaft gratified his mounting desires. "Mmmm," he grunted. "Nowwe're getting someplace."

She rocketed her hips, trying to lessen the pressure in her bunghole. When she began to weave sideways, a new space opened up. It was as if the small circular muscle had suddenly accepted the idea of a prick in it. The hold opened wider and took in the thick hot prick meat.

"Oh, God," said Jerry. "It's perfect."

"Ahhhh," moaned Susan Bender. "It's really something else." She gripped the bed board so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. "I think I've had enough," she said. "You can stop now."

"No way," said Jerry. "You hold on now."

She tried to rear forward and off his fat ramrod cock, but before she could he'd grabbed her by the neck, bent her downwards, buried her head in the pillow. And his other hand and arm wrapped her around the waist and yanked her backwards, even further into his pogo-stick pole. "Shit! Fuck! Piss!" she wailed. "That's too fucking much!"

He jerked her hips back into his groin. His pole slid into the bunghole another two inches. "Ye Gods!" she cried. "Can't you leave me alone for a minute?"

He dipped one hand down into her pulsing honey pot. There he took to rubbing her stimulated clit meat. The juice eased the entrance and in no time at all, Susan Bender was enjoying her first buttfuck. "How you doing, baby?' asked Jerry, sensing her new calm. "Everything copascetic?"

"You know it is," she smiled. She loosened her grip on the bed board and leaned back further on his manly shaft. She'd been fully penetrated. Her asshole was no longer virgin meat. She loved the feel of the nice fresh prick. It gave her something to think about. She liked it even better than having a dick shoved up her cunt. This new sensation was something she'd longed for. Now she knew for sure that fucking in the asshole was what she loved, what would get her off.

"You're nice and wet," said Jerry. "Your pussy is juicing like a mother-fucker."

"Yeah,' said Susan. "I really love it."

She leaned one hand back under her legs and took hold of his flopping nuts. She tickled them lightly while the shaft drilled down into her hole. His spike tickled her, and then burned her, too. She could feel his dick blossoming inside her.

"Are you gonna come?" she asked.

"Soon," he said. "You want me to?"

"Yeah," she said softly. "It would be swell."

He smiled and continued to rub her clitoris. The juice from her pussy eased down his hand. She'd turned entirely to liquid. "you're good and wet," he said.

"Too bad that pussy is going to go to waste."

"You can fuck me there any time," she countered. "The asshole is the best, though." She swung her hips right and left, rocking around on his tough meat.

She couldn't believe how much she'd deprived herself for the years before. Now she had a cock exactly where she'd always wanted it. "Jerry," she said, "you'll never know the favor you've done for me today. You might just have saved my marriage."

"It's not over yet," he said. "Take a little more of this cockmeat." He pumped her with his incredible rod. The meat slid down deep, rotated in her gyrating hips. She undulated and her pelvis swayed in some primitive motion that only her libido could create.

"Ahhhh," she wailed, "do it to me, Jerry. Keep that dick in there and fuck me in the asshole!"

He was only to happy to oblige. He pressed his pelvis into her creamy cheeks.

Naturally, his cock dug deep into her firm butt. The cheeks slid along the shaft, wetting him with even more lubricant. His cock slid easily in and around the tight little hole.

"Ooooooh," moaned Susan Bender. "It's good now."

She felt his hands take hold of her titties. He pulled with both hands on her firm little nipples, pulled her pear-shaped titties down and away from her chest. "Ahhhh," she gasped, "You know all the hot spots, baby."

He poked her hard. His prick head began to throb. "It's gonna be soon," he moaned in her ear.

"Take my clit, then," she said. "I wanna' come at the same time as you, Jerry."

He obeyed her command. He took her clit between two fingers and rubbed the soft piece of meat. Her juice continued to ease at a steady rate out of her liquid channel and down along his fingers. He had her humping and grinding in no time at all. Soon his fingers were covered with slippery wet ease juice. His cock was pounding, ready to explode inside her shit canyon.

"Rock you hips, baby. Give me some action back there. You can do it."

She took his advice. Her asshole swung left and right with a quick jerk. His cock slid in and out, bending with her fine asshole motion. "That away!" he screamed. "Keep it up!"

She knew he was close to coming and that that was why he wanted her to pound on his dick. She pulled her chest up and slammed backwards: "Ooooooh," she moaned,

"that's what I wanted."

Jerry realized that he could five her more of his super dick. He smiled and jumped forward. His dick slid down into her. "Oh, boy," he said. "Here it comes."

He exploded. She waved her hips this way and that in order to catch the pulsing hot jism filling up her bunghole. She could feel the hot come dripping down his rod and coating her iris muscle with stickiness. "Ahhhhh," she sighed. "You're cumming!"

"You better believe I am," he said. His cock flew in and out of the tight fitting iris hole. Her asshole responded by contracting and expanding rapidly.

Her hips gyrated his penis, milked his hardon of every last drop of jism.

"Mmmmm," he said. "You got everything you ever needed now, honey."

He jerked his prick out of her asshole. "Uuuuumph," she grunted. "You didn't have to yank that thing out so hard."

"It's a trademark of mine." he said, flopping down on the bed beside her.

"Just something for you to remember me by."

"Oh, I have something to remember you by, all right," said Susan, wiping her palm and the tissue up and down between her slender creamy asscheeks. "You sure came all over the place," she said. "It was kind of nice."

"Yeah," said Jerry. "You might say last night's suck and fuck was just foreplay for today's orgy."

"Yeah," said Susan sadly, "but it wasn't an orgy."

He petted her tits and climbed out of bed, slipping into his clothes. He looked at his watch. "I gotta be down on the beach in ten minutes. Shit!"

He looked back at her as he started out of the room. "What do you mean it wasn't and orgy?"

"I didn't get to come," she said. "I got close, but no orgasm."

"Oh,fuck," he said, looking again at his watch and then back at her creamy tits and the bright red nipples, "we'll get it on again, don't you worry." Then he left.

When she heard the front door to the living room close, she climbed out of bed and went to the mirror. She turned so that her ass was reflected in the glass.

"So that's where my real pussy is," she said to herself looking at the slightly reddened hole. "How about that?!"

Chapter 2

Jack Bender answered his phone with a curt "Hellow." He recognized his wife's voice immediately and covered the mouthpiece of the phone as he said to Cheryl,

"Listen baby, it's private. What do ya' say?"

The tall blonde Cheryl shook her naked tits at him and said, "I say privacy sucks." She winked at Jack and sauntered out of the room taking as much time as possible. When Jack saw her ass disappear around the corner, into the living-room,heruncoveredthemouthpiece."Hello, sweetheart," he said.

"Got company?" asked Susan Bender at her end of the line. "Or brushing your teeth?"

"What can I do for you Susan? I thought we agreed no calls for awhile?" While he spoke he slipped into a bathrobe.

"I've found out something about myself," she said. "And I'd like to see you."

"When?" asked Jack. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"Whenever you like," she said. "But the point is that I know why I wasn't having any orgasms with you." She scratched her ass and waited for his reply.

"Oh, yeah," said Jack, "well, listen baby, what about tonight?"

"That's fine," said Susan Bender. "See you around eight. By the way, your place or mine?"

"Mine," said Jack. He lowered the phone to the cradle. He knew full well what his wife had in mind. They'd spent many a long night arguing about who was making a mistake. But they'd never done it up the ass even though, on occasion, she'd requested it.

Cheryl slid back into the bedroom. "Everything hunky dory?"

"Oh, yeah," said Jack. He inspected Cheryl's long body. She had gorgeous melon-shaped tits with firm nipples in the centers. Her long trim legs were the color of ivory and they met in a fantastic sandy bush that presently was wet with both come and ease juice. She wiggled her ass for him and then turned around the crossed distance separating them. She slid her hands up under his robe, "Wifey poo?"

"Yeah," he said, pondering the question, how would he fuck her up the asshole.

"She's gonna come over tonight and wants me to stick it up her ass."

"So?" said Cheryl, nonchalantly removing Jack's robe. "That will be very nice."

"Sure," he said. "I better take a lot of Vitamin E, and maybe make up a splint for my dick."

On the word 'dick' Cheryl fell to her knees between Jack's feet. She picked up his cock in the palm of one hand and spoke to the mushroom head, "This little feller here can handleanything, evena tightlittle holeof wifey-poo." She smiled and patted the head of the prick.

"Yeah," said Jack, "sure, but I never fucked anyone up the asshole. I wouldn't know where to begin."

"Nothing to it," said Cheryl. "I've done it a thousand times if I've done it once." She smiled and kissed Jack's cock. "The thing is, Jacky, you need a nice stiff meat for that kind of action. No limping around on one leg if your gonna buttfuck." She slid his cock into her face and created a small sucking action by cupping the head with lips. "Mmmm-mm."

"Yeah, nice," said Jack. "But what good is a hard-on now gonna do me at eight tonight?"

She pulled his dick out of her face and held it bye the base. "Listen, Jack, you'll just get yourself a little practice, that's all. And then tonight you'll know what it's all about, eh?" She didn't wait for an answer. She took the penis with both hands, a fist on the base and another above that one, as if she were holding a baseball bat. The long broadside of her tongue came out of her mouth and wrapped around the remaining exposed portion of Jack's firming dick.

She licked that head until and the mushroom rim around it and then removed her top hand. She slid the newly exposed penis shaft between her lips. "Mmmmm," she sighed as she went, "this prick is going to be just hard enough in about two seconds."

"Yeah," said Jack, watching Cheryl work on his cock. Her head bobbed up and down and she slid a good portion of the entire meat into her face. Then she slid her face sideways, rubbing the rim and the head of the prick along her wet lips. Her hair fell lightly down into his crotch and teased his balls. A gentle tingle crawled up and down his spine. "Yea, I can always get hard for head. But I don't know about sending it up Susan's asshole."

"Don't worry," said Cheryl, letting go of his dick for the moment. She slid up along his body and sandwiched his now big stick between her breasts. She held her right tit in one hand, her left in the other, and she pressed the boobs around Jack's upright cock.

"Oooooh, Cheryl," he moaned. "That's awfully nice."

"You bet," she said confidentially. "Not much different than the cheeks of my ass."

She let go of one tit and it flopped sideways and down, hanging like a ripe cantaloupe on a vine. She reached to the bed where a tube of lubricant lay open. With one quick move, still on her bent knees, she picked up the tube and applied it between her legs, to her asshole. She squirted a hefty portion into her asshole and rubbed it around in there. Then she brought the tube up and presses a line, like toothpaste, along Jack's dick. "You're gonna taste one of the ten wonders, Jack. And you'll love it." She threw the tube aside and rubbed his prick with her tits again. A thin layer of lubricant covered his cock.

"That feels awfully nice," he said. "Maybe it would be better just to fuck?"

"No way," said Cheryl, her tits turning bright red. "I like a hot rod up my asshole. And apparently your wife does, too. So we may as well get used to it, right Jack?"

"I suppose you're right," he said, resigning himself to it.

"Now, now, Jack, it won't be that bad. Turn around." He turned around. She pushed his butt and he fell onto the bed.

"Hey," he protested. "What the hell are you doing?"

"This is just something a little special for me, Jack. You'll like it." She crawled up between his legs, along the backs of his thighs and leaned down to his asshole.

Jack and Cheryl had met well before Jack married Sue. But they'd never gotten it on. When Jack's marriage fell apart, he called Cheryl, and, one thing led to another and they endedup livingtogether. Sheworked foran electronics company that was currently on strike. Thus she had all the time in the world to make up for all the time that she and Jack had lost when he married.

"Really nice," said Cheryl. She was looking down into his asshole.

"You like that?" he asked.

"You bet I do." She smiled and leaned close. She parted the hairy folds of his ass. Into the groove she shoot her tongue. Up and down she swabbed him, making sure that every inch of his asscrack was wet. "There you go," she said. "How do you like that?"

"Yeah," said Jack, "that's kind of nice."

She dug down deep with her tongue, slid her finger into his asshole, along with her tongue, and then removed the digit, leaving the narrow piece of wet mouth muscle to gouge him out. She reamed him with her long wet tongue and made sure that he began to squirm before she let up.

"Wow," he said. "I had no idea it could be so nice. Where'd you learn that?"

"A buddy of mine taught me that‹' she said, proud of her excellent work. "What do you say you eat my asshhole, just to get things started in the right direction?"

"I don't know," said Jack, a little reluctant to dip his tongue into Cheryl's delectable hole. "Is it really good for you?"

"I'll tell you what," she said, sliding her tits along his back, "you just stick that big dick of yours up me and that will be all the pleasure I need."

Just then the doorbell rang. "Fuck," said Cheryl. "this is getting to be like Grand Central Station."

Jack got up and slipped on his robe. As the door he found a young woman who claimed to be a friend of Cheryl's. She had sandy blonde hair and wore a bikini, apparently just having come from the beach. She smiled and asked for Cheryl.

"Well, we're kind of busy," said Jack. "I don't know-"

"Who's there?" called Cheryl.

"Tell her Cindy. Oh, never mind, I'll tell her."

Cindy pushed her way around Jack and went into the bedroom. "Hiya, Cheryl," she said. "I knew you'd be up to something."

Jack followed the presumptuous young woman into hi bedroom. He found her sitting on the bed on her bikini with Cheryl. They were laughing a bit and playing with the tube of lubricant.

"Listen," said Cheryl, "I think you're going to get more than one lesson today." She laughed and looked at Cindy. "Cindy says that she is really high and wants to get a bit of meat into her asshole. Remember I told you I had a friend who taught me hoe to give a good ream. Well, Cindy's that friend."

"Hiya, Jack," said Cindy. She smiled and showed clean white teeth. Cindy had thick lips and was built big down low. She had hefty ample thighs and big tits.

Her pelvis looked like it stretched for a mile. She wasn't fat, but she looked sturdy, down to earth. Her face wa pleasant enough and a little sunburned.

"Hiya, Cindy," said Jack. He liked the look of the cleavage showing in Cindy's lovely bikini top. "Well," he started, "I guess two assholes are better than one."

"That's the spirit, Jack," said Cindy. She lid out of her bikini top. When the thing came off her boobs floated down and the nipples seemed to spring forward, ready to go already. She had big luscious brown circles of flesh around the creamy pointed tips. "Mmmmmm," said Jack, dropping one hand onto one of the sprung titties. "That's alright."

"Well, thank you," said Cindy. "Wait until you get a load of the rest."

So Jack had two more women, not one, with whom he would soon be learning about buttfucking. Cindy, the shorter, stouter woman, was easily as fresh and nubile as Cheryl was cynical, long and lean. "O.k.," he said, realizing the formidable task he has in store for him, "who's first?"

"I am," said Cheryl. "Cindy will help you out if you need it." She resumed the position on hands and knees and waved her asshole at Jack. "Come and get it, Jack baby," she said. "I'm all ready for that big hunk of stick." She smiled and winked at Cindy who laughed hysterically.

"Here you go," said Jack. He stuck his mushroom head up to the entrance of Cheryl's cunt-like asshole. The head went in easily. "That's a lot smoother than I thought it would be," said Jack.

"Ooooooh." moaned Cheryl, oblivious to his bellyaching tone of voice.

"Give her more," cheered Cindy. "Don't you know she wants more of that meat?

Give it to her!" Cindy, wearing just her bikini bottoms hopped onto the bed and pushed Jack's fanny. She shoved him forward. His cock pushed further into Cindy's fine hole than he thought she could handle.

But results were pleasant enough. "Ooooooh," gasped Cheryl. "Jack, you really know your stuff after all." She waved her ass on Jack Bender's dick. He smiled, pleased to be gratifying Cheryl's ripe bunghole.

"Sure," he said, nodding his head. "Baby, there's plenty more where that came from." He drilled his cock into Cheryl's squeezing shit canyon. He filled her up with his slippery meat. She split her cheeks wide open and gave him plenty of room to move down deep in.

"Oooooh," she wailed when his cock jerked suddenly and landed far into her interior bowels. "You're too damn big!"

"Hole off," cried Cindy. "You better go easy."

"No way," said Jack. "Now that I'm in I'm gonna give her what she wanted."

The moment had turned quickly from lust to violence. Jack rammed his cock hard and fast, as far into Cheryl's shithole as he could go.

"Let up," shouted Cindy, watching Cheryl's face go red and white. "You're fucking her up." She tried to take hold of Jack,to pullhim offof hergirlfriend.He straight-armed her onto the floor and wrapped his hand around Cheryl's neck. He used his other hand to hold her around the waist.

"Her you go, honey," he shouted, riding her like a bucking bronco. "All the stiff hot meat you can take. I'm gonna shove it right up your asshole. You'll never forget it."

He poked his pecker into her fanny as hard as he could. She screamed bloody murder, shouting, "You mother-fucker! God damn son of a bitch!" But the more she wailed the more ardently did Jack drill her asshole. Soon he was close to coming. His meat began to throb. But, Jack had other plans.

"Now I'll let up," he said. He yanked his dick back and out. She slid off of his meat, as if he'd been holding her up, as if his cock were a hat rack and she was a coat. She fell into a pile, breathingfast, trying to catch her breath, trying to believe the incredible assault on her asshole.

Cindy came over and comforted her friend, Cheryl. "Are you o.k.?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Cheryl, her body shaking all over. "I'm fine. He's just got a big wild cock."

The blood rushed to Cindy's face. She wanted revenge for the hurt Jack caused her friend. But she also turned on by Cheryl's having said that Jack had a "big wild cock." It really didn't matter what she thought, though, because Jack suddenly grabbed the elastic of her bikini bottoms and pulled her up on the bed. "Come her, honey," he said. "In a minute you'll know what your friend is going through."

"No way," she said, trying to beat off his strong arm. He pulled her down on the bed and ripped at her bikini bottom. The thing tore with a quick rip at the seam and she unwound, like a top. He shoved her down on the bed and spread her legs open. She started to kick her way free, but Jack was already between her thick ample thighs. He shoved her neck down holding her with one tight fist.

Her face landed on the pillow next to Cheryl's head.

"Here you go, honey," said Jack. "Spread 'em."

"At least use some lubricant," begged the young girl. "I don't want you to kill me, you know."

"No way, baby. I Like it nice and tight." He pressed his meat down into her hole. The mushroom head caught on the outside, but then he went all the way.

Her asshole was bigger than Cheryl's and the initial entrance was no problem.

"Oh, God," she cried. "I's too fucking big. No!"

Jack ignored her piercing shrill calls for help. He jammed his stiff meat down deep, pounded his cock into her channel and gave her everything he had to give.

She wiggled her ass, trying to make him come quickly, thinking that in that manner the fuck would be over sooner. But the more she rotated her fine full pelvis and the more her flapping cheeks rubbed up against the protruding portion of Jack's huge shaft, the more he fucked her. He sent his cock as far into her shit canyon as he could. His hips jammed against her soft cheeks.

To Jack's surprise, Cindy's wails turned from passionate moans and pleas for mercy to just plain passion. She began to breathe heavily and anxiously. "Oh, God," she sighed finally, "give it to me. Give it to me harder!"

"Well, well, well," said Jack, letting of his strong hold on Cindy's lovely neck. "Look what we got here, a really live one."

"Harder," begged Cindy. "I can take it. Go on, give it to me harder."

Jack pumped and ground his drilling prink into the young woman's fine asshole.

She clamped onto him and didn't let go. She pulled her hips to the right, jerked up and tried to pull his mushroom head even further into her flowering asshole. "Ooooooh."

"There yougo, honey,"said Jack,releasing her altogether. He pulled his cock, not yet spent, out of her asshole. The thing shined with lubricant from her pussy. Somehow, during the fucking, the juice from her cunt had spread up to his slamming cock.

"You can't leave me like this," cried Cindy. "I' horny as hell now."

"Tough shit," said Jack. "I'm tired. And besides, my wife's coming over here later and I'm supposed to fuck her, too. If I shoot of inside your asshole right now, where will that put Susan?"

"I don't care about any Susan," she screamed, "I just want a decent fuck."

"Calm down," said Cheryl, coming to life now. "I'll finish you off. Bend over."

Cindy looked at Cheryl. "Really?"

"Really," said Cheryl. "What are friends for?"

Jack sat down on a nearby chair and watched the women got to work. Cheryl picked up a tube of grease and applied it to her finger. She went first and directly to Cindy's pussy. She flip the clit back and forth with her finger.

Then she had her friend lay down on her belly, on the bed. Cheryl climbed up between the legs and rubbed her tits along the soft surface of Cindy's's asscheeks. The creamy buttocks turned on Cheryl as much as anything else. She slid her hands down under Cindy's pelvic girdle and brought one finger up into her cunt. "How's that?"

"Good," said Cindy. "Just rub."

"Sure," said Cheryl, sensing how turned on her friend was. She rubbed the clit with her free hand and slid a finger in and out of Cindy's asshole.

"You know," said Jack, amazed to see the two women going at it. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes."

"Learning something?" asked Cheryl, fingering Cindy's asshole hard and fast now. She flung her hand down at the target area and jammed her finger high up in the bowels below. "You like that honey?"

"Uuuuuumph," said Cindy. "It's delicious. Don't stop."

Cheryl continued to work her girlfriend's bunghole. Soon the juice was pouring and Cindy's's hips were rocking and weaving. "She's gonna come." said Cheryl.

"No chit," said Jack. "I thought she was just ticklish."

"Very funny," said Cheryl. She had one finger down Cindy's hole and the other up her cunt. "Ready baby?"

"Yeah," said Cindy. "Any time."

Cheryl withdrew her finger from Cindy's's asshole. She slid herself up between the girl's legs and used both hands to wrap around Cindy's waist. She found her way into the pussy and asshole at the same time. Her fingers took care of the pussy and her tongue beat away into the asshole.

"Ooooooh, God! Fuck!" shouted Cindy. Her assflew upwards. Cheryl followed it.

She kept her face firmly planted in the furrow of Cindy's asshole. Then, at what must have been just the right moment, she slid her tongue down deep, farther even that she never had before.

"Shit! Piss! Fuck!" yelled Cindy. "That's it!" Her hips convulsed and her legs spread out wide so that Cheryl's tongue had plenty of room to move in. Cindy began to come.

"Ooooooh," she cried. "It's so damn good. I don't want it to ever stop. Ream me forever, Cheryl. Give me all that eating forever. I want you to fuck me in the asshole until I come to death!"

Jack sat back in the chair with a smile on his face. The two women had successfully managed to give one of them an orgasm. He was happy for Cindy, even though he himself dreaded the responsibility of the coming evening, then he would have to fuck his wife, would have to supply her with so much of his cock in her asshole that he wondered if it would be fun at all. But then a thought came across his mind, he'd enjoyed sending it up Cindy and Cheryl, and he'd even wanted more. Maybe, he pined, it was just a social pressure thing with him, maybe he really did like to shove it up a woman's asshole and the only reason he didn't was because he was afraid of what people might say. He felt a sudden surge of energy released within him.

And when he looked down at his cock he noted that he had a much bigger hardon than usual.

Chapter 3

When Jerry arrived as the beach club and took his post on top of the lifeguard station, he notice a particularly fine looking woman, probably a new member, wading the shallow end of the pool. She wore a leopard skin bikini and her boobs were all but bare. She had long dark hair, a distracting tan and the kind of a smile that said a lot more than could be put into words.

Taking advantage of his official role, Jerry climbed down the guard ladder and made a quick tour of the pool. Naturally, he only wanted to get closer the mysterious new woman. He knew most of the guests and either she had been invited to Pier Side by a current member, or, she'd recently joined. In any event Jerry had an excuse to speak with her.

"Hey," he called in a friendly voice, "aren't you new here? She'd been on the verge of entering the deep water when he called and as she turned, perhaps to answer him, she slipped just enough to put her under water.

Jerry knew full well that dark haired beauty could swim, but the opportunity to get closer to her was irresistible. He made a shallow dive and came up next to her within two strokes. He grabbed her around the waist. He had a good feel of her slender midriff against his muscular forearm bye the time arrived poolside.

"Are you o.k.?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "And I was o.k. out there. Until you 'rescued' me."

"Sorry about that Miss, what's your name?" He smiled.

"Dawn," she said, smiling.

"Sorry, Dawn. I wasn't sure if your were alright or not." He turned and took the side of the pool in both hands. He lifted out in one graceful move and then reached his hand for Dawn. Despite the reluctant expression on her face and a moment's hesitation, she gave him a hand. He pulled her up and out of the water, onto the tiled deck. "You are even more beautiful out of the water," he said.

''Thanks,'' said Dawn, ''My towel's over there.''

''I've got to go back up to the station for another half-hour, but if you want to join me I'd like that.''

''Sure,'' she said. ''Just let me get my towel.''

He watched her wiggle away. She had firm round buttocks, and no amount of bikini could hide the fine shape of her ass. Her long slender legs were covered with a deep dark tan. And her hips spread out nicely around the small of her back. When she reached the ladder, he couldn't help resist looking over to watch her tits bobbing this way and that as she climbed up to the top deck.

''I made it,'' she said, giving him that telling and yet mysterious smile. she waved a pert of her long dark hair back behind her ear and looked at the small room attached to the viewing platform.

"What's that?"

"The clubhouse," said Jerry, pretending to keep a keen eye on the few swimmers below. "Coffee, cigarettes, chairs for resting, life saving gear-we keep it all there for emergencies."

"The cot? Is that for emergencies?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Jerry, "and the stretcher, too."

She took a seat next to him, close enough that if he slid right for any reason he'd slid right along her lovely slender thigh. "Do lifeguards meet a lot of girls?" asked Dawn.

"Not so many as they like to," he said.

Just then a husky male voice called out, "Hey, Jerry, what'd you catch up there?"

Thevoice belonged to Stan Dutch, one of the most obnoxious owners of the pool.

Whenever a good looking woman joined one of the lifeguards, even if it was his sister, Stan would come around and brag about his boat and the club and how he was a selfmade man. He might havebeen self-made, but the people who worked for him considered that he would have been better off made by someone else.

"Jerry, my boy," said Stan, stepping onto the platform after his climb up the ladder, "how are you doing?"

Jerry didn't give two seconds to Stan. He didn't want the snake moving in on Dawn. "Hey, Stan," he said "what say you cover for me for five minutes and let me show Dawn around?"

Stan was temporarily dumbfounded. He only wanted to get a look at the lovely beauty. "Oh, yeah, sure," he said. "Why not?"

"Thanks," said Jerry. "I appreciate it." Jerry took Dawn by the hand and;ed her into the small room behind the viewing platform. He shut the door behind them and latched it so that nobody could get in. Then he pulled the blinds.

Dawn had temporarily busied herself in looking around the small club house.

"Is this your girlfriend?" she asked, pointing to a picture of Jerry and another woman.

"Just a friend," he said, sliding up next to her to look at the photograph.

"And not nearly so pretty as you."

She gave him a good view of her finely carved white choppers. "Why thank you," she said. He slid his hand along the lovely small of her back, and from there down the side of her leg and onto one crisp bun. "I kind of like you," he said.

"And I you," said Dawn. She turned, faced him, brushed her lips against his and moved to the other wall. "Who's this?" she asked.

Jerry followed after her. When he saw the picture he decided to stop talking.

He took her by the arm and swung her around. She grinned her inimitable smile and let him kiss her. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled Dawn close.

Her legs wrapped slowly but surely around his muscular thigh. One hand drifted down the back of his trunks and between the fold of his ass. He followed suit, down the thin strap of her bikini pants. Her butt folded open, as though she had muscles in each cheek. He stroked the cleavage there and landed one digit at the entrance to the delicate hole.

"I think we both know what we're all about," she said. She used her free hand to tug his shorts off altogether. They slid down to above his knees and his exposed member rubbed at the inside of her legs. She took it with her hand and jerked on the head. Her other hand still played lightly between his asscheeks.

"Yeah," he said. "I want to know more about what you're all about though."

She squeezed his balls and he pulled the bottom strap of her swim suit off. It unbuckled on the side and flopped down on the floor. For the sake of form he undid her long strap, too. Her big breasts fell softly down. Ripe nipples sprung to attention and Jerry couldn't resist giving the big dark spots a fine wet kiss.

"Mmmm." She took her hand off his balls and added a little extra stimulation to his back side. "I'll ream you."

He slid his hand up and down her loins and then lay down on the cot. She fell to her knees between the backs of his legs and dropped her head down to his hairy ass. With both hands she rubbed the asscheeks and supplied a gorgeous long tongue to the crease between them. "Yeah, baby," he moaned. "Do it to me."

She made one long stroke up the crease and when it came time to go the other direction she stopped over the target. "Here you go," she said. "This is for saving my life. For getting me out of deep, deep water." She dropped her tongue into his bunghole. He squirmed up onto his hands and knees and she reached both hands between his legs. Balanced with her tongue in his asshole and her hands under his belly, working his cock and his balls. Dawn gave Jerry one of the nicest reams his hairy asshole had ever had. When she came up for air, she brought both hands to the cheeks of his ass and kneaded the soft flesh there.

"Aaaaaah." Jerry turned over. "How about something like that up front?"

She dropped her large melon-like breasts onto either side of his dick. One slid along one side of the shaft and the other tit slid along the other side. "You know," she said, working her way up and down his dick, "if I get you hard I want to pull all that potential energy to good use."

"I get the point, sweetheart," he said. "And where would you like me to spend all that potential energy? Or would you rather I guessed?"

She smiled, again the mysterious and somehow telling smile, and took his prick between her soft lips. She ran the mushroom head sideways along her face. Her lips kissed the satin skin on the head of his dick. He smiled, happy to see a beautiful face at work on him.

"This is a big prick," she said. "Do you have anything around here that might make it very, very slippery?"

"Yeah," he said. "Lay down."

She followed the command. She lay down with her knees bent up and spread the lips of her vagina for him. He plowed her open even wider with his hands. Her legs stretched back and away like a frog's. He found her hole wet and narrow, juicing. She contracted as his tongue slid down along the entrance. When she opened he located her clitoris and took it between his lips. She was hard and ready. He tongued her vagina and her clit until a steady stream of ease juice oozed down the lips of her cunt. When he had what he though might be enough, he slid his hand along the bottom channel and followed the stream down between the balls of her ass and up into the entrance of her shit canyon. She wiggled her buttocks apart, giving him room to move in. He took one finger and spread the delicate cheeks apart. Even as she lay on her back he could see the fine narrow hole leading the her bowels.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Whenever you are!" said Dawn. "Besides, would it make any difference if I said 'no?"

"Probably not," he admitted.

She turned over without asking. And without his asking she went up onto her hands and knees. And she did one other thing without his asking, she told him to fuck her very hard because she loved a long hot cock steaming in her asshole.

He spit on his hands and wet down his cock. Then he drew out another fingerful of her heavenly clit juice and spread some of it on his dick and some of it on her asshole crack. When he was ready he plyed her buns open and took a good long look at her eyeball-like iris muscle. It was creamy and circular. Strands of smooth muscle could be seen making up the sphincter. She was clean as a whistle except for the juice he applied.

"You waiting for something? she asked.

"No, babe. Just checking out the action." He put one finger into the lubricated breach. The digit slid forward, down.

"Ooooooh, nice."

"Just a taste," he said. "Smile."

With that he lifted his cock to the empty fold and slid the shaft between her buttocks. For the moment,his mushroom head extended upwards and hung out, hovered, like a fishing pole, over her spine. But in one clean stroke he slid down and shot forward, at just the right angle, between the slippery insides of her buttocks and into the curled iris muscle.

"Ooooooh, God," she writhed. "It's in!"

"Some of it," he corrected her. "Some of it." He lunged forward. His cock shaft jammed her shithole full of meat.

"Uuuuumph," she said. She grabbed a wooden bar in front of her that ran the length of the clubhouse. "Go the distance," she said in a wispy voice. "All the way."

"Who was stopping?" he asked. He plunged his hard penis forward. His hips smacked against her cheeks. The meaty pole disappeared in Dawn's asshole.

"Uuuuunh," she grunted. "Goooood." she jerked her hips left and right and her buns followed like a dog's tail. He reached his hand to her neck and shoved her face against the mat covering the cot. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, just to make sure that in the event things got tough she would not bow out. "Stuff it!" she jeered at him. "Come on."

WHam! He fucked her up good, sending his cock rod all the way into her asshole.

She could have been no more open. His thick meat spread out the otherwise tight sphincter muscle. Her asshole was filled with prick. None of the space between her buns held anything but penis meat.

"Ooooooh," she creamed. "You do it up right, eh?" He slid the hand around her belly button down to her twat. He picked off her clit right from the beginning and rubbed it to ecstasy. Ease juice spilled out on his hand.

She waved her buns like a couple of flags and her tits were flapping around like rags. He reached down with the hand formerly had her on the neck and shoved one tit against her chest. He took the nipple with his fingers and squeezed and pulled. He jerked her titties down toward the cot and her body followed. At the new angle her ass opened like an earthshook flatland. Jerry filled up the remaining space in a split second.

"You're coming?" she asked.

"You first," he said. He slapped her on the ass. "Go ahead now."

She waved her hips around and he took hold of her hard clit. He rubbed vigorously and soon the normally pliant piece of tissue stood on end like a miniature pogo-stick. He prodded, pushed and pulled on the thing. The juice flowed plentifully. She was gushing. He new she'd peak in another minute.

"Her you go, babe," he said. He shoved his powerhouse rod forcefully and relentlessly down into her shit canyon. If he had not earlier penetrated her fully, now he lifted her entirely. What distance he had earlier not traveled, now he traversed easily, smoothly. His spurting jism led the way.

"Ooooooh, God!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

He cranked his cock another notch up her shit hole. She wailed back, pressed her hams into his groin. He could only drill her faster. "Uuuuuummmph," she grunted."That's good!"

He yanked his come dripping, shit covered phallus out of her torn cavity.

"There you go, honey." he said. "Now lick it up."

She gave him her mysterious smile and leaned down to his fecal covered prick.

She sucked on the head and then the shaft. Finally she licked the balls clean, too. She sucked the brackish matter off his cock and sat back in a daze of post-orgasmic coma. "You know you're shit," she said.

"You're right, honey, I do." He smiled and pulled his trunks on. "Wait her, Dawn."

"Hey," she said as he headed out the door. "I don't even know your name?"

"Jerry," he said. He shut the door on her and left her alone. Outside he sat down next ot his boss, Stan Dutch. However obnoxious Stan might have been, he was still Jerry's boss. "Listen," he said, looking down at the pool. "I'll cover her now, Stan. But let me tell you that I appreciated the break. I'd like to repay you, too."

"Oh, yeah, kid? How you gonna do that?"

"There's a babe in there who's really hot. Her name's Dawn. You go in there now, she won't even know what hit her. Know what I mean, Stan?"

"Hey, thanks, Jerry. Come and see me about a raise sometime." Stan stood up and entered the club house.

Jerry smiled and looked down on the members of the Pier Side Club who splashed and swam in the crystal clear water below. He though to himself, I don't give a shit right now if you all drown.

A few moments later Jerry could hear Dawn's plaintive cries of passion and he knew for sure that his boss Stan was stabbing her asshole with his big cock.

Chapter 4

Sue Bender knew full well that later that day, maybe in the early evening, she would have her ass plentifully supplied with hot cock. But after Jerry left to go on lifeguard duty she began to feel isolated at home in the house alone.

Besides, that, the night with her husband was still a long way off.

In n randy mood with a self-confessed horniness bearing heavy upon her emotions, she decided to spend what remained of the morning on the beach-in search of a healthy buttfuck. The startling realization that a big dick up her asshole could satisfy her fueled the fantasy that brought her down to the West Side shore line. She hit the walkway known to locals as "The Wall" in a better than cheerful mood.

She swung her ass lightly, but definitely, in front of an anxious and observant group of young surfers. Though she herself was no older than twenty-two, the young men who gorged themselves on the sight of her delectable ass were easily four and five years younger than Susan. They stood by their boards with their bronzed bodies and bulging muscles hollering and puckering up wolf-calls inthe youthful Mrs. Bender's honor.

"You're all talk and no bite," she hollered at them with a smile as she spread her towel out on a nice stretch of hot sand.

"Booo! Hiss!" jeered the young men.

But when Susan was so brash as to remove her bikini top and casually do a full turn-supposedly to adjust the position of her towel in order to be facing the sun's best angle-the jeers turned again to whistles and cat calls, hooting and howling. She lay down, bottom up, and his her naked tits.

She didn't have her eyes closed for than five minutes when one of the young surfers stood alongside her. "You're very pretty," said the slightly timid eighteen-year-old. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," said Susan. She pulled her head up just enough to let the young man know that her tits were still bare and available if he handled himself right.

"You know," he said, "ever since they passedthe ordinance against nude bathing this place hasn't been so much fun. But you've added something special."

"Thank you," said Susan. She sat up and face the ocean, her tits bobbing in the slight salt-air breeze. Out of the corner of her eye she investigated the trim body of the young tanned surfer. His muscles were well-developed and his hair bleached from constant exposure to the sun. He had a couple of intriguing scars on his left knee, probably, assumed Susan, from battles lost to the sea while surfing. She romanticized that the young man was probably one of the best surfers on the beach. "You know," she said, "I like a young man who is just a little forward with his feelings."

"Wow,"said the young man. "I wish we'd met a while ago, in that case."

"Well, we've met now: my name's Susan Bender."

"Nick." He extended his hand and Susan met it with her own. They shook warmly and looked at each other straight on for the first time. She fell for his cool blue eyes and he for her lovely dark hair and her firm exposed titties. "You know," he said, letting loose of her hand, "I have my van over there." He indicated a psychedelic van parked close to the edge of the beach. Swirls of red, blue and yellow met in a kind of strange calligraphy spelling out of his name; purple curtains shaded the window in the back of the van.

"I never saw inside one of those,' said Susan in a quite suggestive voice.

"No time like the present," Nick said. Susan followed the que and stood up. She followed him back to the van. His muscular calves and strong back were all the credentials Nick needed to prove to Susan that he was right for her.

Inside the van he pointed out that his x-old lady had made the curtains, that he'd stuffed and sewn the leather pillows himself, that he'd had to rip off the sleeping bag from a friend who never paid him back the money once loaned. "It's wild," said Susan. "I just adore it." She smiled and pressed her chest close to the surfer. "Do you adore me Nick?"

He took her in his arms and planted her mouth with his tongue. "Mmmm," she cooed. "You younger men do all sorts of funny things to me." She slid her hands down his back, along the small and into the rear portion of his trunks. She slid that same hand around his hips along the lean taut skin of his belly. From there she slid down into his crotch. Within seconds she'd found out his soft cock and had pulled his trunks down altogether. "It's big," she said, investigating his firming prick. "Nick," she said again, "it's big!"

"You like it,"he said, notreally asking,but observing.

"You bet I do," she smiled. She slid down between his legs and put the enarmoured object into her face. She slid the head of the joy rod between her lips and hummed.

The vibrations shot down Nick's rod and up into his groin. His balls shook with the anticipation of pleasure. He reached down and took her tits by the handful.

When she came up near his face her mouth was open and she shot her tongue down into his face. He sucked on her thick piece of mouth muscle and she kissed him along the sides of his neck and on his tanned muscular shoulders. She slid down along the muscular chest and landed in his crotch again. There she took his prick and rubbed it along her face and neck. When she was convinced that he was sufficiently hard, she stroked hi cock, directed him to her mouth. His penis dropped into her face without any difficulty at all. She held him with both hands at the base of his member. Soon his cock was stiff and slippery and her mouth moved easily, traveling the distance, from mushroom head to base. She could swallow practically all of the surfer's penis without even trying.

"Oh, wow, Susan!" he exclaimed, "Nobody ever gave me such good head before."

"Not even your old lady?" she asked.

"Especially not her," he admitted. "That's one reason we broke up. She didn't like to do a lot of things that I like to do."

"Like what?" said Susan as she stroked Nick's firm rod. She slid his dick along her soft cheek and draped her hair down onto his testicles. A tingling feeling crawled down around Nick's hot nuts and from there traveled up his spine. Chill crawled over his shoulders and if hadn't been as strong as he was, his body would have been shaking in anticipation.

"Well," he said, "she didn't like to give me head. If she blew be at all it was because I sort of nagged her. And she never let me fuck her-" He looked down at Susan who fondled with his dick. She wondered why he had stopped. If he was worried that he might offend Susan, he'd made a terrible mistake.

"She never let me fuck her? repeated Susan.

"In the ass, I mean," said Nick.

"Poor thing," said Susan. "Maybe she didn't know what she was missing."

"You like it in the ass?" asked Nick. He slid his hands down to Susan's necked shoulders. He ran just the tips of his fingers up along the side of her face and under her long dark hair. She looked up at him, "I don't mind it."

"You want to do that new?" asked Nick. "I'd kind of like to."

"I'd kind of like to, too," said Susan. She smiled and stood up. She turned around and said, "Would you undo me?"

Nick pulled open the bikini bottom. He slid his hands down to Susan's lovely bare ass. One palm rested easy on one creamy cheek, and the other slid softly in a gentle circle on the other.

"Ahhhh, that feels nice," said Susan in a breathy voice. She knew now that soon she'd have the thing she was looking for.

Nick slid one hand around her pelvic girdle. He landed his deeply tanned hand and fingers on the entrance to Susan's cunt. From there he went further, up along the crack and spread open her vaginal lips. She kept facing away from him, with her ass against his cock and balls. And he, for his part, kept one hand moving softly and in circles on her asscheek.

"you know how to turn me on, Nick," she said softly. "You really do." She reached back and played lightly with his goose bump covered testicles. He liked that and let her know by playing with her erect clit muscle. He could feel the juice trickling slowly down her vaginal entrance.

"This is going to be awfully nice, Nick," she said, feeling the need to keep the young surfer going strong. "Don't you think so?"

"I sure do," said Nick. He removed his hand from her ass, but he placed it neatly on one of her tight little titties. There he massaged the nipple to a new high.

"You do it just right, Nick," said Susan. She leaned her head back so that he could kiss her on the neck and shoulder. He did so feverishly and twisted her around him. He kissed her longingly, thinking only that soon he would have his cock lodged securely in her asshole. But while they embraced, Susan took advantage of the opportunity to wet down Nick's prick. She slid him along the entrance to her leaking twat. There his penis met up with a liquid channel the likes of which he'd never experienced. Susan's juice flowed steadily to the lips where she'd place the young surfer's cock. Now his shaft was covered with a thin slime from her succulent pussy.

"Soon," she moaned, "it's going to be a nice little fucking for the both of us, eh Nick?" She smiled and kissed him on the tits. She sucked one and then the other and then slid down to his belly. She kissed him all-round his navel. Her lips slid nicely here and there and soon she was back up around his mouth. She placed his dick against the wet lips around her cunt channel and slid her crack back and forth along the top of his shaft.

"Ooooooh," moaned the youngman, "you arereally terrific." The head of his cock slid nicely upthe beginning of her channel. He wanted to be good and wet before he attempted to buttfuck her. Soon his dick head was not only wet and slippery, but awfully hot. If he waited much longer, he wouldn't have a chance at landing his hot jism in her asshole. Rather, he'd be spraying come all over her belly and legs.

"Listen," he said, "I got to slow down a little."

"No you don't," said Susan. "You can come a couple of times, can't you?"

"Yeah, sure," said Nick. "I just didn't know if you had time."

She jerked his rod out of her twat and slid the slippery meat against her tender stomach. The head was so slippery and soft that Susan could hardly feel it throbbing against her. She rubbed the teenager's meat between her palms. His jism poured out and dripped along her navel, down above her crotch. He squirted on her belly probably two or three times before she discovered that he was coming. When she did find out, she pointed the firecracker rod at tits and face. One wad landed on her tits and another at her neck. She rubbed the shaft and the base all the tine that the penis jerked at her. And when Nick stopped coming, she leaned down to the softening prick and took it in her face. She slid her tongue up and around on the tip and held the boy from behind, bye the cheeks of his ass. His dick, instead of falling down limp, stiffened. She scraped his shaft with her tongue and said, "You have a nice big hardon all over again, now, Nick. You ready?"

"Oh, God, yes," he creamed. "Bend over."

She fell to her hands and knees. "No," said Nick. "Get up and just bend over."

"I never did it that way," she said.

"Just grab you ankles," said Nick. "I'll do the rest."

Susan leaned down and took hold of the lower portion of her shins. Nick leaned behind her and stuffed he primed rod into the small orifice. As if the sphincter in Susan's asshole had been waiting for the moment, the curled piece of muscle spread open, like the iris on a camera. She accepted his mighty and young cock into her bowels.

"Awk," she said softly, "It's big!"

"Just the way you like, eh?"

"It's nice." She tried to open up wider, but no matter, what she did the hole remained small. "I'm sorry," she apologized to the young man, "that I'm so small."

"I like it because it's tight," he said. He slid one foot down next to hers and kicked her ankle outwards. Her hams spread open wider and he repeated the measure with the other leg, too. She had her legs spread out like a ballerina trying to do splits. Then he put his hands on her asscheeks and jammed his cock in another two inches.

"Ugh," she cried. "It gets bigger as you go in. It feels like a big banana in there."

"Yeah," said Nick. "Eat my banana." He shoved his cock down into the channel.

The further he went in the harder he got. He drilled her so quickly that she had no idea where he was in her shit canyon. Her bowels felt as if they would soon spill out all over his young powerhouse rod. She jerked her hips from side to side in order to provide both him and herself with the maximum amount of pleasure.

"Ahhhhh," moaned Nick, "that's the way to do it right!"

She felt a surge of energy leap from her loins and define itself clearly in her pussy. Her clit was being rubbed, she discovered, by Nick's agile hands. She reached up with one hand of her own and held on tight to his arm. In the next instant combined tremendous pleasure of his cock in her asshole and his needling at her pussy resulted in a rolling and terrific orgasm. She let loose of his arm and reached for the floor. Her asshole opened like cracked walnut and Nick's cock lept into the gap.

"Ooooooh," she moaned. "That's it!"

"Fuck!" cried the surfer. His cock exploded for the second time in ten minutes.

The jism flooded the shithole market place and filled up Susan's colon like nothing ever hadbefore.Sherolledherhipsand undulations involuntarily rocked Nick's penis through orgasm.

When they were done, they both fell into a heap of flesh on the sleeping bag on the floor of the van. Breathless, tired and covered with juice, Nick said, "Now that's something my old lady really missed out on."

"My husband, too," said Susan.

"Your who?" asked the surprised surfer, "I must be hearing things. I would have swore you said your husband."

"That's what I said, my husband, Jack, he never fucked my up the asshole. Just like you old lady never wanted to fuck her up the asshole."

"They should have got together," said the surfer.

"Maybe," said Susan, thinking about what night happen that night with Jack.

"Maybe."

Chapter 5

Jack Bender had finished watching Cheryl and Cindy fuck each other. He wandered if his feelings about buttfucking were for real. He wondered if maybe it was Cheryl, or just Cindy, who made him feel good for the first time in his life to fuck an asshole. He wanted to be sure because later that night he would be with his wife, Susan, for the first time in six months. It would be a trial for him, one that if it worked out, might mean the happy remake of their marriage.

He hit the boardwalk outside of his apartment and in good spirits headed North along the beach. He had walked a good half-mile when he caught sight of a lovely woman wearing a leopard skin bikini exiting the Pier Side Club. She had long dark legs and a set of finely shaped big tits. He had no idea, when he started to follow her into the Pier Side Club's parking lot, that her name was Dawn.

Lucky for Jack, Dawn's key jammed in the door of her car. It took him a minute to recognize the opportunity to help the young woman because he was spellbound by her shapely body. Finally, however, the moment caught up with him and he rushed to her assistance.

"Can I help?" asked Jack Bender, sliding up next to the car door. He reached his hand down to where Dawn's key had jammed in the lock and slid his fingers onto the key ring. "I'm not very mechanically oriented," he said with a nervous laugh. "but maybe two hands are better than one."

Dawn smiled her mysterious grin and said, "GIve it a try, anyhow."

Jack shook the key and his first efforts failed. "You know," he said, inspecting the tops of her lovely tits as the showed above the strap of her bikini, "in a way I hope I can't get this door open for you."

"She merely smiled and waited for him to try again. He jiggled the key and the lock clicked open. "There you are," he said. "I'm glad I was able to help."

She let her eyes rove down his body. When she saw that he was built nicely and probably well-endowed, she said, "Can I give you a lift someplace?"

Jack thought quickly, "Yes," he said. "I was headed up the beach to a place called Sandy Cliff. It's a club I belong to."

"Hop in," said Dawn. "I'm going up that way."

On the open highwayalong the beach JackBender explained to Dawn the nature of Sandy Cliff. "It's a special new kind of country reset. Anyone can belong if you get a recommendation from a current member. Once you're in you get the privilege of the pool and thejacuzzi, sauna-just about everything they've got there."

"It's not a comdominium,?" asked Dawn, her mysterious smile never for a minute leaving her face.

"Oh, no," said Jack. "You see Sandy Cliff has a rather unique philosophy along with all the other goodies." He paused for a moment because he's caught sight, from a particularly good angle, of Dawn's long dark slender thigh. The smooth flesh of her loins shimmered with the vibrations of her speeding car. "Anyhow," continued Jack, "Sandy Cliff is a kind of new place. Everyone there has the choice of going around nude if they want to. And at any time you can ask somebody to sleep with you. If they're into it, fine. If not, it's no skin. You know what I mean? It's kind of like a free love enclave, but you go there to meet people who are interested in enjoying life and not being uptight. If you want to wear clothes, you do. If you don't want to wear clothes, you don't.

Nice, eh?"

"Only in California," said Dawn, "would you find such a place."

"Yeah, I guess some," said Jack, thinking that he'd lost her. "Probably because of the weather."

They drove the next couple of miles in silence. Jack, of course, had a hard time keeping eyes off of Dawn's lovely dark body, When they came within a mile of Sandy Cliff, it was Dawn who spoke first, "If it's not imposing," she said softly, "I wonder of I might join you today at Sandy Cliff?"

"Hey," said Jack, delighted to hear this request. "You call that imposing? No way. It would be one of the nicest things that ever happened to me."

"Great," said Dawn, brushing a wave of her dark hair back behind her ear.

"Which way?"

"A right off the Coast Highway at that signal," said Jack.

Dawn's little sports car took the hairpin curves as if the roadwere especiallymade forher. She made straightaway out of the lesser banked turns and within a few minutes the new couple slid to a stop on the gravel driveway in front of Sandy Cliff.

"There we are," said Jack. "Let's check in."

They took to the dressing rooms where the guest book was located, Dawn elected, as did Jack, to enter nude. Jack's heart raced as he escorted one of the loveliest women he'd ever been with through the entrance to the Sandy Cliff grounds.

An expanse of grass interrupted only the brooks and wrought iron furniture stretched out before them. To the right, as they passed the pool, they notice a group of nude bathers, both men andwomen, stretched out inlazy response. In the pool were a group of young members busily batting around a white rubber ball.

Further down the path, where Jack and Dawn finally sat down, were two or three couples sitting in crossed legged positions discussing what seemed like a serious subject.

"Shit," said one of the women, "if you can't fuck when you want to, what can you do?" She was angry that another member of the group had said that certain kinds of sexual behavior lead to promiscuity.

The man next to her had a huge hardon. He said, "I think you're right, Claire.

What do you say you and I go off someplace?"

Claire answered simply as she watched the mane caress her arm and bare leg.

"O.k." somehow it was apparent that the two of them had never met.

"See," whispered Jack in Dawn's ear, "that's the Sandy Cliff philosophy. You can just go off with someone and ball them. Anytime you like, any way you like.

Just so both people agree."

"It's kind of nice," said Dawn. She eyed a tall blond getting up from the circle of nude philosophers. "He's pretty," she said, watchingthe man's hairlessbuns disappear behind a grove of closely cropped bushes and hedges.

"You know," she said, "I think I'd like to join this place."

Jack to Dawn bye the arm. "I'd like to sort of sneak off some place with you, Dawn. Would you like that?"

I think I would," she said. She slid her hand down into his crotch and caressed his naked penis. A quick tingling crawled up Jack's spine and when the chill landed in his brain he said, "I know just the place." He took Dawn by the hand and led her out across a brook. They waded down a cobblestone pathway half-submerged in the rushing water and found themselves in a rocky, isolated cove out of sight on the other side.

"This is so pretty," said Dawn. She looked like a statue specially designed for Sand Cliff.

Jack lifted his hands and caressed one nipple and then the other on Dawn's lovely chest. "Oooooh," she sighed softly. "You're so gentle."

She sat down and Jack sat next to her. She leaned down into his crotch and kissed his balls and his cock. She took his firming prick in her hand and rested it in her palm. With one finger of her other hand she caressed the top of his dick. She found him quick to hardon. His penis stuck out and up with a small bend in the shaft. When he was tremendously hard, she slid his penis between her lips.

"Ooooooh, said Jack. "That's good."

She sucked his cock into her mouth. The entire piece of meat slid easily into her face. She started to work feverishly on him, but then she took his dick out of her mouth. "Jack," she said. "I think it would be better if you stood up."

"Sure, Dawn," said Jack. He stood up and she hinted to him that he should spread his legs. She slid her palms up his loins, up the inside of his thighs, and he took the position one might use for doing a jumping jack. "Ahhhh," she cooed, taking his cock in her hand, "now I can have you the way I really want to."

She slid his dick into her face. Most of it disappeared down into her mouth and long throat. She slid one hand under his balls and her neat soft forearm rubbed his nuts. Her hand slid nicely up into his asscrease. "I love it," said Jack.

He watched her working on his stiffening prick. He'd gone harder than he thought he would as she sucked him off. Her finger wandered here and there in his ass crease and soon he felt himself ready for a little heavier sex. He reached his hands down to the soft cheeks of her face and pulled her head deeper into his crotch. His cock slid down her throat. "Mmmmm," she hummed.

"Mmmmm." The vibrations rattled his rod and nuts. He felt like he might very well come in her face were it not for the fact that he still wished to experiment with her asshole.

"You know," he said, "I'll come this way if I'm not careful."

"Oh," she moaned, taking his slippery cock out of her mouth. "You better not do that." She put her hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. More than happy to do so, Jack provided Dawn with access to his ready asshole.

"Mmmm," she said, peering up between his buns, "you have a nice little sphincter there." She indicated to him that he should get down on his hands and knees which he did. Then she slid her hands up onto his buttocks and plyed apart the hairy cheeks. She looked into the crevice and examined the hole below. "Mmmm," she said, her mysterious smile coming across her face again. "I like that." She dropped her tongue into the hole and pressed her lips around as much of the entrance to Jack's shithole as she could get hold of. Her tongue did all the rest.

"Oh, goooooood," Jack said. "I can use a nice friendly ream." He spread his legs a little more. He wanted Dawn to have all the room to move in that she could use. She held his buns back so as to be able to shoot her tongue into and out of the ass crease at will. Then she began her fabulous eating.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," creamed Jack. "Delicious!"

"You're the one who's delicious," countered Dawn. While she slid her tongue in and out of his bunghole, she also played with his cock and balls. The saliva reaming on his dick from her fine sucking served to lubricate the skillful manipulation she now proceeded with. Thus, while she ate his asshole she jerked his rod.

"Mmmm," said Jack, "you've got me going at both ends."

"Mmmm," said Dawn. She hummed and tooted in answer to his cooing, but most of all she concentrated on giving him a through reaming.

Jack looked down his chest and past his belly to where dawn worked feverishly with her hands on his hot slippery meat. She'd managed to brighten the color of his erection, to lengthen and fatten the dimensions of his already thick shaft, and to so arouse his lusty passions that he could hardly contain himself. In one swift moved he jerked his asshole out of the reach of her tongue, threw her hands of his thudding meat, and shove her to the ground on her belly.

"Ooooh, God, no," screamed Dawn. "Please, no!" She knew full well that in his aroused state Jack Bender might very well turn her asshole into a garbage pit.

She wanted a good fucking, but not somethingthat would wipe herout completely.

But no matter how she pleaded, Jack remained oblivious to her voice. Her prayers were made in vain.

He flung his body down between her legs and slapped her on the ass. She instinctively began to crawl away. But there was no escape. He slashed at her asshole crack and took a good firm grip on one cheek, as if her buttocks were nothing more than sacks of easily picked up cheese, and once having parted them, he shoved his inflamedand galvanized cock into her only slightly lubricated asshole. The muscle, fortunately, opened and eased the rape of Dawn's asshole. But only slightly, and not enough to prevent her incessant bleating.

Had they been anywhere but Sandy Cliff, the noisy fucking might have been called to and end. But it was standard policy at the compound not to interrupt a couple in coitus of any sort. And so it was that Jack continued to drill Dawn's asshole.

"Oh, shit me around!" she cried. "It's too fucking fast and too fucking much!

Give me a break, Jack!"

He couldn't have heard her if he wanted to. His lusty cock plunged deeper and deeper into her shit cervice. The juice on his dick lubed the way and without trying to hard, he's managed to bury his entire hot cock inDawn's bunghole.

"Fucking-A!" she wailed. "It's too fucking much!"

Her attempts to escape only heightened Jack's passions. When she tried to crawl, he used the opportunity to pull out. When she seemed on the verge of leaving him altogether, he lept forward, driving his dynamic prick further into the canyon. When she wiggled and made efforts to shake him loose, the shaking and jiggling increased the stimulation to his prick. And he could only relieve the tension thus created by further subjecting Dawn's ass to his terrible relentless beating.

"Oooooh, fuck!" she finally submitted. She stood still on her hands and knees for the terrific grinding in her bunghole.

Jack appreciatedher cooperationand thrust his jackknifing prick in and outof Dawn's butt atan incredible pace. Soon he was using her asshole as though it were a cunt. The thick sphincter muscle took a firm hold on Jack's fat penis and milked him of his semen. He squirted off a short load and slid his cock out of Dawn's well reamed asshole.

"WOw," he said, rolling over next to the stream of running water. "That was really something!"

"Yeah," said Dawn, rubbing her somewhat shaken asshole. "You're telling me!"

He watched her long lean body move gracefully to the side of the rushing brook.

She leaned sown and sprinkled water on her pussy and then on her asshole. She knew he was watching her, and slowly but surely Dawn's mysterious smile crept back between her lips.

Chapter 6

During his lunch breakat Pier Side, Jerrywent searching for the mysterious smile and the lovely body, both belonging to Dawn. She'd left the club house, following Stan's assault on her asshole, saying that she was going down to the beach for some sun. So, naturally, Jerry thought he might find her in one of the nearby sunbathing areas.

As he searched the bright sunlight sands nowhere did he see the leopard skin bikini, or the woman who went with it. He decided not to press his luck and headed back for the Club. But on his way he made the clumsy mistake of kicking up some sand which, caught in a wind, landed indelicately on the recently oiled sunbather some twenty paces to his right.

"Watch where you kick that stuff," said a sweet but angry voice. "Some of us are trying to get some sun." The voice was too feminine for Jerry to pass up.

And when he turned to investigate the body from whence came the lovely voice, he found himself anxious to make amends.

She was long and lithe, blond, and the sort of woman that no matter how she was dressed would catch the eye. On the beach she wore a simple one piece bathing suite. But despite her conservative outrigging, Jerry knew she was a boat worth sailing. He made his way to her side with a ready apology.

"Don;t start," said the long legged woman. "It was an accident and that's all there was to it." She didn't open her eyes to say this, merely lifted and open hand as if to say, stop, I've heard enough already.

"Really," said Jerry, "I amd sorry about that."

"It's o.k.," said the blonde, softening somewhat when she saw Jerry's finephysique. "That kind ofthing happens."

"I'd like to make it up to you," he said. "Lemme buy you lunch."

"No thanks," said the woman, sitting up a little. Her large breasts fell forward, into place in the top part of the one piece suit. "But I'll take a rain check." She held her hand above her eyes to shield away the blinding sun.

"You're cute," said Jerry. "And I really would like to make it up to you."

The woman reconsidered. Jerry could see the thoughts running around in her brain. She was trying to make a decision. "Listen," he said, at just the right moment, "my apartment isn't far form here and we could have a glass of wine or something. I" m on my lunch break from Pier Side. What do you say?"

She looked away and then nodded her head. "O.k.," she said, "one glass of wine."

"Terrific," said Jerry.

He helped her with her towel and personal belongings and they made their way down the boardwalk and up one block to Jerry's apartment. After a couple of glasses of wine, despite the woman's insistence that she only wanted one, Jerry found out that shewas a model now, oncea stewardess, spent most of her afternoons on the beach, and that she liked him a great deal. Her name was Cindy. She'd been married five years before, but now, with sudden death of her husband a few months before, she was once again on her own. She'd married young and enjoyed the constant sex. If she missed anything about her married life, it was companionship for sex.

On the third glass of wine Jerry excused himself from the living-room and in the privacy of his bedroom telephone Pier Side to tell them he'd be a little late coming back from lunch. When he came back to the living-room, he found Cindy strolling around in the nude.

"Well, well, well," he said, checking out her fabulous body. "I'm glad to see we think similarly."

"The fact is, Jerry," said Cindy in her sweet voice, "that I'm so horny as hell. I shouldn't have tried to put you off before. I'm sorry about that, but if you're still interested in me, I'd like to go to bed now."

Jerry couldn't quite believe his incredible luck. He walked over to Cindy and ran a finger the length of one fine creamy tit. He landed inside the bull's eye, on her nipple. "You know," he said, "I'm glad you're so up front." He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into the embrace and gave him everything he could have asked for. Her tongue searched around inside his face looking for some crevice, some particular slope or shape, and finding it, repeated the gesture just to make sure that Jerry understood.

"Wow!" he said. "You really know how to lay it on thick!"

"Can we use your bedroom? I haven't much time."

"Not me, either. I mean, yes, we can use my bedroom, and no, we don't have much time." He led her by the hand to his bedroom. To her surprise, Cindy discovered that Jerry had a water bed.

"Oh, look at that," she said in a happy voice, "I've never done it on one of those things."

"It's a real kick," said Jerry. He slid out of his trunks and fell backwards onto the sloshing plastic covered water. "What do you think?"

Cindy knelt between his legs and rubbed his thighs. "We're gonna bounce a lot is what I think." She slid her hands up into his crotch. "Lemme give you something nice," she said.

"Just 'cause I kicked sand on you?"

"Yeah, just 'cause you did that." She smiled and went down on his hog. He opened his legs wide. She plyed the balls with her long narrow fingers. Goose bumps crawled across his scrotal sack. He smiled and watched her swallow more and more if his rod. Her face wa long and narrow and Jerry wasn't surprised to see his entire dick disappear into Cindy's oral cavity. What did surprise him, and excite his lusty passions even more, were Cindy's quick hands. She slid them softly between the water bed and his butt.

"Mmmm," he hummed, feeling her begin to knead his cheeks. "That's nice."

She rolled him over, or at least cued him that he should. He went obediently onto his belly. She dropped one hand down between his legs and slowly and delicately touched the skin on the inside of his legs. A tingle of chill followed her fingers as she worked her way up to his nuts and his asshole. "It looks pretty," she said in her sweet voice.

She lay down between his legs and rubbed her tits against his back. Before he could ask fro anything special, she her tongue working into his asshole. She reamed the asshole steadily. Her tongue worked wonders in there. She reamed him out so efficiently that he couldn't believe she'd done it only with her tongue.

When he thought she'd finished and in fact she'd only paused for a breather, he started to roll over.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked. She pushed him back down with a soft feminine nudge. "I'm not through eating that terrific asshole of yours.

And by the way, I expect something big from you in return."

"You got it, Cindy," he said, looking over his shoulder at her fine pear shaped blond titties. Her nipples were pink and luscious. He could tell that she was getting turned on just by eating out hi asshole. "Whatever you want, babe. It's yours."

The look on Cindy's face expressed enthusiasm.

"What's it gonna be?" asked Jerry.

"You'll laugh," she said. "It's something I like just every once in a while."

"You want me to eat you?"

She slapped him lightly on the ass. "No, silly. That I like all the time. Guess again." While he pondered what she wanted, she rubbed his buttocks.

"You want me to fuck you ten times in a row?" he finally suggested.

"Nope."

"I give up," said Jerry "You tell me."

"I'm embarrassed," she said and sure enough a full blush filled her pretty face. She leaned down close to his body, rubbed her breasts along his back and whispered in his ear.

"Why didn't you say so," said Jerry in full voice. "You shouldn't worry about asking me to do that."

"I know," said Cindy. "It's just sounds so strange when I say it out loud. You know what else?" Again she leaned down and rubbed her tits against his muscular back while she whispered to him.

"Sure," he said. "I have everything we need."

"Can we do that one first?" she asked in a cute voice.

"Of course," he said. Jerry slid off of the water bed and left Cindy rolling in the nude on theslopping mattress. In his desk drawer he located an electric dildo and a bottle of lubricant. He switched the plastic dick on just to make sure it was running. At the sound of the whirring, Cindy broke out laughing,

"Those things just crack me up," she said. "I wonder who invented that."

"I don't know," said Jerry, holding it up over his head in both hands and marching slowly, Frankenstein style towards the lovely nude woman. He contorted his face into the mask of an ugly man and threw his all into pretending he was an evil monster, "I'm going to get you, my darling. Are you prepared?" He brought one hand down behind him and picked up the jar of lubricant. "Her I come."

He jumped onto the bend and Cindy giggled hysterically. She grabbed at the whirring vibrator and feeling it in her hands said, "That's perfect!" He rubbed it along her thigh and then up between her legs. Somehow the synthetic prick slid neatly into her snatch. He let loose of it and spread kisses all over Cindy's body. The vibrating stick continued to work on her cunt while Jerry made sure to take care of the rest of her body. He rubbed up and down, along her back, with his cock. He drew his fat member between the backs of her legs and up along her ass crease. The vibrator continued to whir in her pussy while he applied plenty of stimulation to her asshole and the vicinity.

"Oh, shit," moaned Cindy, the obscene word sounding strange in her sweet cute voice. "This is really going to be a kick. I can tell that already."

Jerry reached down under her and switched the machine to a higher speed. "Oh, fuck," hollered Cindy. "That's just too much! Weeeeee!"

She spread her legs out and Jerry took long sensuous feel of the backs of her legs. She spread them so wide to accommodate the plastic machine that her asshole practically popped out from between her buns.

"Look at that," said Jerry, in total ecstasy. "It's so pretty!"

"Yeah, thanks," said Cindy. In fact, she had no idea what he was referring to.

Her pussy was filled with vibrations from the trembling artificial meat and she was so stimulated that she could hardly concentrate at all. "Ooooooh."

"Cindy?" said Jerry. "You still there?"

Shemadenodefiniteresponseexcept to moan, "Ooooooooh, yeeeeees. I'm here." She sounded, however, like she was in some faraway place.

Jerry determined to proceed with Cindy's secret request. He twisted the jar of lubricant open and dipped in three fingers. He spread the goo along her asscrease.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. "You're going to do it now, aren't you?"

"Don't you want me to?" he said, stopping with a new handful of grease in his hands.

"Ooooooh, yeeeeessss!"

He continued to lubricate his cock. He spread a thin layer of grease up and down the length of his powerful meat. The he tossed the jar aside and lay down between Cindy's shaking legs. "Ready, babe?"

She smiled and said "Yes," but Jerry doubted if she really knew what she was saying. Between the wine and the vibrator. Cindy was nearly as malleable as a bowl of jelly.

He reached down under her pelvis and withdrew the dildo. "Hey?" she complained.

"What's the matter?" Hereyes followed the plastic device longingly.

"I've something better for you," said Jerry. He pushed her down on the water bed and they both went bouncing this way and that. But when Jerry recovered himself he slammed his cockhead into her iris muscle so fast that Cindy didn't know what hit her. She nearly screamed a hole in the waterbed.

"Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!"

"Yeah, baby," said Jerry, staying as cool as a cucumber dick. He shoved his meat down the shithole canyon. It only took two swift thrusts to have Cindy's ass filled with his pogo joy stick.

"Oooooh," she gasped. "Soooo nice."

"I told you," he said, sliding his hands below her belly. "Just listen to Daddy Jerry and you'll have all the fun you want."

"Oooooh, Daddy Jerry," moaned Cindy, "hump my asshole."

He drilled her bunghole as requested. They went to bouncing in and out of the plastic covered pool of water. The bed recoiled with every thrust to Cindy's asshole, and as a result Jerry's hefty dick was secure lodged in the most remote portions of his new partner's bowels.

"Ha-ha," chuckled Jerry, his stick feeling like TNT. "Ho-ho, hee-hee!" He slapped her on the thigh, rode her like a cowboy would a horse. "Giddy-up," he wailed. "Ride 'em, baby!" His balls slapped down between the soft ball tips of her asscheeks. "Go, honey, go!"

She picked up his rhythm and crawled backwards and forwards without moving her hands and knees at all. Her weight simply shifted in the flowing water of the bed, weither up or back, Jerry's cock had never had suck a fine holster. "Wow!" he shouted. "What a fuck you are, Cindy! The best!"

"You sure you just don't love asshole for all the meat you can get in to them?"

"No, I'm not, baby," he said, slapping his crotch at her asscheeks. He slid his hands under her belly and cupped her fine tits. The nipples were erect and ready for a good tweaking which Jerry was only too happy to supply. From there he went directly to Cindy's empty pussy and promptly filled her with a couple of agile fingers. He found her clitoris meat and slid his index finger up against it. Soon she juiced so profusely that he wondered if he wouldn't have been better off up her cunt.

"Oooooh," she wailed. "give it to me, Jerry! Fuck my bunghole, honey! Fuck me good!"

He slid his powerhouse ramrod from one side to another and back again. He inched his way forward like an earthworm seeking shelter. The further he lodged himself into Cindy's asshole, the better he felt.

"Uuuuumph." grunted Cindy, her blonde legs sweating with sex. "Give it to em, Jerry. Give it to ne new!"

He decided to try something different. He jerked his cock out of Cindy's asshole and rolled her over. The water bed lobbed left and right and sent waves of undulating plastic under their bodies. Cindy ended up on her back with Jerry's rod flyinginto her pussy.He pulsedwith excitement.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "it's not what I asked for, but it's kind of nice."

"Just temporary," grunted Jerry. He slid his cock in and out of Cindy's sweet pussy. The juice flowed nearly as steadily as before. Jerry's cock slammed hard into Cindy's vagina whenever he wanted to remind her how big he was. His meat worked its way into the back wall and then some. He could feel her pussy muscles closing down on him, trying to milk him into orgasm. He made a few adjustments in his position and shot his huge pieces of meat higher into her pussy.

"Oh, God, fuck!" she cried. "Give me that meat!" Cindy raised her legs and panted. She spread open her loins. Her pussy was ready for all the dick that Jerry cared to give her. She wondered if she couldn't use a penis in her mouth and one on her pussy and one up her asshole, all three orifices at the same time. "Ooooooh," she gasped just on the thought of such a thing. "Mmmmmm."

Jerry's dick rolled forward, down deep in Cindy's twat channel. He knew for sure that she'd be juicing all over the place in another five or ten strokes.

She was concentrating too hard. Her face had one of those looks on it of, If only I loved him this would be perfect, but as it is it's not bad. He decided to give her a really fine fucking for being such a sweet lady. He jammed his prick hard and fast in and out of her canal. "O.k., baby doll," he grunted.

"it's time for one last buttfuck." He jerked his dick right out of her cunt, even though she was inches from orgasm, and as though it were all one stroke, rolled her onto her belly and slid his wet meat into her asshole.

"Oooooh," she moaned, "No more!"

"Yeah," he said, "plenty more." He stroked his meat down deep into her pussy-like asshole cavern. His prick didn't stop sliding forward until he was buried up to the balls. He kept pushing, even then, to see if he couldn't set some sort of a record for ass fucking.

"O.k., babe," he said. "I'm coming around the other end new. Ready?" He leaned down and slid his hand under her belly and down to her pussy. One finger located her still erect and throbbing slit meat while the other hand worked hard to rub her thighs and the insides of her legs.

"Oh, God, fuck!" she cried. "It's too damn good! It's too damn fucking good!"

She came up onto her hands and knees. Her long legs were perspiring and shaking with excitement. He pussy, still actively stimulated by Jerry's finger, leaked all the juice in her body. And her asshole, filled to the brim with fresh hot cock meat, throbbed with energy. "Fuck!" she cried. It was no wonder.

"Here you go," said Jerry. He twirled his prick in her hole. His fingers rubbed hard on her clit meat. He pulled out a hand and slapped her on the ass cheek. the buttock turned pink where his fingers had slashed at her blond skin.

"Oh, no," she moaned. "Don't hit me." He smiled and smashed his open hand against the full cheek below his leg. "Don't hit you?" he queried. "Why not?"

He smiled and jammed his pecker into her asshole even harder. He took both hands and grabbed a tit on either side of her soft chest. He rode her from the back like that until he was ready to come. the he smiled, "O.k., Cindy, it's gonna be a fucking mess now."

His face turned red with passion. It was obvious even to young and naive Cindy that Jerry was close to orgasm. Suddenly, she felt a surge of sex in her bowels. Jerry shot forward and she could feel his cock twitching inside her colon.

"Oh," moaned Jerry, now carried away down the road to ecstasy. "Whoa!"

"Are you o.k.?" asked Cindy.

"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "I'm fine." He had a big smile on his face and he rocked slowly into her asshole. He couldn't help giggle a little bit.

"What's so funny?" asked Cindy. "Is there some sort of joke?"

Jerry reached down and took hold of her clit. "Yeah," he said. "The joke is on use." He rubbed her clit and within a few seconds she too was cumming. Jerry could feel the tremble spread across Cindy's mouth-watering body. Her passions mounted and the juice from her twat channel flowed in plentiful supply.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, the rolling orgasmic waves of energy spreading throughout her body. "That's so nice!"

Jerry laughed a little to see young Cindy in such good spirits. He jerked his cock out of her asshole and watched the jism and old clit juice drip from his rod.

"Oh, God," said Cindy, "give me that thing here!" She turned her back, her cherry tits upright and erect, her gaping hole ready for him. "Put it in here, Jerry. Please?" she begged him.

"Yeah, sure," he said, for the second time entering her twat channel. He jammed his pecker down deep into the fur lined channel. The juice spilled out all along the corners of his cockshaft. She wailed, "Oh, thank you, Jerry. Thank you." She humped her hips up into his crotch, ground her body close to him, and milked, with her strong twat muscles. his cock of all the juice she could get.

"Mmmmmm," sighed Jerry, "not a bad way to finish off a nice little butt fuck.

Not a bad way at all!" He plunged his dick into Cindy's great little juicing hole and she rolled her belly against his saying, "Oh, shit, this is so fine!"

She kissed him on the shoulders and on his face finishing out her orgasm.

When it was all over Jerry rolled over and lay still for a moment or two. then he looked at Cindy and said, "I don't know about you, but i was supposed to be at work a while ago."

"Yeah, said Cindy in a daze. "Me, too."

Jerry dressed and left her sleeping on his softly rolling water bed. He headed back to Pier Side Club wondering if he still had his job as Lifeguard.

Chapter 7

Sue Bender had enjoyed the buttfuck supplied by Nick the surfer. But she rather preferred to fuck in the comfort of a regular bed as opposed to that of the incredible van. It was only natural that she suggest to Nick that they return to her apartment. And it was only natural for Nick to agree.

"Wow," he said, looking around Sue's livingroom when they first arrived, "this place is too much."

Sue's job at the aircraft company paid her exceptionally well. Andshe'd spenther moneyon paintings by contemporary artists, on modern lighting gizmos, on plush furniture and carpeting, and on just about whatever she liked. "You like this place?" she asked Nick as she shut the door.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "It's really far out." He was staring at one picture in particular. It was an oil painting in reds and browns. Even the flesh of the models was more red than pink. They were posed one inside the other, the woman with her back to the man, in his arms, she holding on tight to his legs.

"That's nice," said Nick. "I like that."

"Want something to drink?" asked Susan. She watched the surfer roam slowly through the livingroom. His long dark body and bleached hair reminded her of herbrother, Charley.

"No," said Nick, coming to his senses. "I'm not really thirsty."

"I've got some fine wine," said Susan. "You sure?"

"Well," said Nick, "maybe just a little." Susan smiled, pleased with herself for being so hospitable. She went to the kitchen, in search of the wine and when she found it and was headed back to the livingroom with a couple of glasses an idea hit her. She stopped and removed her bathing suit. "Why not," she thought to herself. "It's my house, I've fucked him once already. I want to do it again, I can go nude if I want to." She picked up the bottle of wine and the glasses and headed for the livingroom in a new friendly spirit.

Young Nick had his back to her. He was inspecting a chrome overhead lamp, admiring the thing when Susan said, "Your wine, Monsieur." He turned around and smiled to see Susan standing stark naked at the coffee table. She was pouring the wine.

Nick immediately slid out of his surfing trunks. His pink member flashed crimson for a moment and then hung pink and limp. He made his way over to the table and couch."Just half a glass for me." He couldn't take his eyes off of lovely Susan's fine large tits and soft damp bush. But when she turned around and bent over to pick up a piece of paper off the carpeting, Nick was overwhelmed. Susan's asshole loomed in front of him like a perfect passion-pit.

Her moon-shaped asscheeks spread wide and flopped sideways leaving her hole entirely unprotected. "Mmmm," he sighed, reaching a hand to one side of the fine cavity. "That's nice."

Susan stood up slowly. "Why thank you," she said.

"Lemme give you a quick goose," said Nick.

Susan was happy to oblidge. She bent over and took her ankles in Nick's described manner. He slid a finger, up to the first knuckle, into her still wet asshole. "Ahhh," she sighed, "very nice."

"Yeah," said Nick, removing the digit. "Time for a little wine." He took the glass poured by Susan and they sat down next ot each other on the couch.

Susan noticed immediately that Nick's cock had gone from soft to hard with only one quick feel of her asshole. "You get stiff really fast," she said, sliding her free hand down to his prick.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess you do that to me." He watched her jerk lightly on his red penis meat. Her hand had a good hold, like a small fist on a baseball bat, and she pulled smoothly up and down the length of his ready prick.

"You know, Nick," Said Susan, "I really like you a lot."

"We only just met," said Nick, beginning to blush. He couldn't be sure if it was the fine stimulation at his dick or the wonderful compliment from Susan. In any event, his face filled with blood and he flushed red.

"You're blushing." said Susan, smiling at the young surfer. "It's really cute to see a man blush." She was about to put down her wine and use both hands to pull his meat, but the phone rang. She reached to her feet where it jangled and considered not answering at all. But an impulse brought the phone to her ear.

"Hello."

It was Carla, her brother's girlfriend and she related a kind of sad story about how it looked like she and Charley would be breaking up. She wanted to know if she could come over and talk with Susan and maybe commiserate for a while. Susan said it would be alright, that she'd be home.

"Who was that?" asked Nick the surfer as he sipped at his wine.

"My brother's girlfriend, Carla," said Sue. "She'll be coming over in a little while.

"The more the merrier," said Nick. "Do you think she'll understand if she finds us like this?"

The wine that Susan had drunk so far hard worked very rapidly. "Sure," she said. "Why, not? It's my house, isnt't it? If she wants to come over here," she scoffed, pouring herself another glass of wine, "she'll have to undress and join in the festivities. It's that simple."

"Right," said Nick, finishing off his wine and pouring himself another. "Good thinking."

"Damn straight," lisp Susan. "Now, where were we when I was so rudely interrupted? "Oh, yes," she said, espying Nick's big stiff dick, "it all comes back to me now." She smiled and put down her glass. She slid both hands into Nick's lap and followed herself by landing between his spread legs. "Mmmm," she hummed. "Just look at that thing! Big and shiny and ready to go. She took hold of Nick's prick and with both fist still not covering it up, she slid the remaining portion into her succulent mouth.

"Ooooooh," said Nick, finishing off what wine remained in his glass, "that's good." He put his empty glass down on the coffee table behind Susan. His hands went naturally to her smooth shoulders and lovely silky hair. "You're very nice to me, Susan. You know that?"

She looked up, holding his dick out of mouth and against the cheek of her face.

She slid her hand slightly along the slippery wet shaft as she spoke, "Well, you deserve it, Nick. You gave me a very good fuck out there in your van. My asshole will never be the same, thanks to you." She smiled and then went back to her business with the surfer's big stiff cock. She popped the head of the prick between her lips and rubbed it gently.

"Oh, yeah!" said Nick. "Right on baby!" He watched her move gracefully up and down the length of his dick. Then he watched her remove one hand and slide it between his fanny and the couch. She brought a finger up into his bunghole and continued to suck him off.

"You got me going now, Sue," he said. "Far fucking out!" He squirmed on her worm-like finger and his cock slid farther into her face. She took to sucking him slightly faster, moving her face more actively up and down his fat steaming prick. Her lips kept a trickle of saliva going for lubrication.

"Mmmmm," said Nick. "This is going to be nice." He ran his hands through Susan's dark hair. He was about to take hold of her face and bring her up to sea-level when there was a knock at the front door.

"Shit!" said Susan. "That's probably Carla already."

Nick started to get up. "Sit down," said Susan. "Carla seen plenty of hard-ons, Nick. I'll explain to her if she wants to come in and tell us her hard luck story, she'll have to go along with what we're in to. It's that simple." she smiled and gave his dick another short lick. The broadside of her tongue slid neatly along theheady mushroom tip. Then she stood up and waved her fanny as she made her way to the front door.

Sure enough, the visitor was Carla. "Come in," said Susan. "We're just talking about you."

Carla smiled. "I see," she said flashing on Susan's nudity. "Lounging about or what?"

Susan shut the door behind her. "Actually, we were just about to get heady."

"Ah ha," said Carla. "Maybe I should come back a little later or something?"

"no, no, no," said Nick. He stood up from the couch. His prick had softened somewhat. "We were just having a little talk, that's all. You know, about the surf and all."

"He's a surfer," explained Susan. "You know, he's got a board and a tan and scarred knees and all." She smiled demurely.

"Yes," said Carla,investigating Nick'sattractive shape. "I know." She looked him up and down. "I guess once you think about it," she addresses Susan, "it's only natural that you should be running around nude in your own apartment."

"Quite," said Susan. She knew already what her brother's girlfriend had in mind. Carla was no slouch. She was ready and hot to trot on a moment's notice.

"If I'mnot interrupting," she whispered to Susan, "I'd like to join you two."

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Nick who had overheard the secret request.

"It'll be our pleasure."

"Yes," said Susan accepting gracefully the notion of sharing her new stud boyfriend.

"We'll talk about Charley later," said Carla, undoing the buttons on her blouse.

Nick watching her with avid interest. She removed her blouse and he saw that she had big tits unencumbered by the presence of a slim bra he sat back down on the couch and took a long gulp of wine. "wow!" he said. "This is going to be alright!"

"Take it easy there, big fellow," said Carla. "You might have more on your hands than you can handle." Carla slipped out of her tight white levis and revealed a lovely nude crotch. She wore no underwear. Her bush glistened in the early afternoon sunlight. Her legs glistened in the early afternoon sunlight.

Her legs were long and skinny, covered nicely by a mellow tan. She had mousy brown hair and a slender face, angled narrowly at the jaw. For the most part she looked like the kind of girl who'd been ignored as a highschool student, but when she fully blossomed in her late teens had turned into a lovely woman.

"You know," said Nick, "you can come over her and tell me about yourself if you want."

Susan winked at Carla. Both girls knew that the boy was a little young. "Sure," said Carla, "I'll tell you all about everything." She walked gracefully to the couch.

Nick couldn't take his eyes off her lovely narrow tits. They were small round fir affairs, with big dark nipples in the center. Unlike Susan, Carla had little titties, baby mouthfuls. Nick was sure he would enjoy the contrast. He poured Carla a glass of wine which she thanked him for.

"You know," said Susan, easing her bottom down on the other side of Nick,

"Carla and I are awfully lucky to have a nice strong stud like you, Nick, to take care of us." She ran her finger lightly along his arm and hand, down to where he held his glass of wine. She took the glass out of his hand and put it down on the coffee table.

"Yes," said Carla, putting her glass down, too, "it would be really boring if Susan and I had to spend the afternoon just sitting around doing nothing at all, just day dreaming and wondering when we'd meet a big strong surfer like you." She slid her hand along one hairy thigh. Her fingers landed at his knee and then she moved slowly back in the other direction. When she came to the fold where his leg worked up into his crotch, she let her hand drift slowly toward his cock. "Of course," she said, removing her hand altogether and picking up her glass of wine, "you might not be in to the kind of sex that I enjoy. I don't know, I might just be wasting my time." She took a long sip of her wine.

"Well, said Nick, putting his hand between Carla's lovely nubile legs, "I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind experimenting, Carla. I think you'll be able to get just about whatever you want."

Carla blushed. "Is he for real?" she asked Susan.

"Really," said Susan, sliding her hand down to Nick's crotch. "He gave me one of the best know what's."

"In that case," said Carla, "allow me to get a good feel of that prick of his.

Just to make sure I know what i" m getting involved with." She reached down, alongside Susan's hand, and pressed her fingers up along Nick's meat. "It's very tender," she said, stroking the stiffening prick with the backs of her fingers. "Nice."

"Far fucking out!" said Nick. "This is like a dream come true."

"Yes it is,' said Carla. "But it's a little uncomfortable like this. Wouldn't you say so, Susan?"

"Yes, absolutely." She took hold of Nick's cock and pulled slightly. Somehow he knew that he was supposed to get up. She led him like that, bye the cock, to the bedroom. Carla followed from behind. They all three moved slowly. The girl behind Nick slid her hand gracefully along the groove in his ass. Susan continued to lead him bye the cock.

"I feel like the best kept prisoner in the world," muttered Nick.

He stretched out on the bed. Susan laid down with her back to him and up higher on the bed. Her ass was in his face. "Dom something nice with my asshole, Nick.

Just ot show Carla that we're good friends."

Nick looked around and then eyed the pliant orifice in front of his face. One bung hung sideways and obstructed his otherwise clear view. He pulled that buttocks up and away and slid a finger down to the neat shithole. With one quick jerk of his hand, he landed a knuckle's worth of digit up Susan's anus.

"Aaaaah," she creamed already. "See what I mean, Carla?"

"Yes," said Carla, her tits feeling special little chills curl around them. "I see exactly what you mean." She laid down on the bed behind Nick. With one of his buns in either hand, she split open his biggous moon. "Mmmm," she hummed on first sight of the crevice within. "You have a perfect little orifice there, Nick."

"You like my asshole?" asked Nick as he continued to finger-fuck Susan's shit canyon. "You really like it? I mean you wouldn't kid me?"

"I wouldn't kid you," said Carla. She pressed her titties, small though they were, to the backs of Nick's legs. Then she slid her face between the parted asscheeks. "Yes," she said, her voice muffled by the assflesh. "I like this hole a great deal."

Carla's tongue slid like a hot wet poker into the area surrounding Nick's sphinctermuscle. His analcavity itched for her prodding tongue. He worked steadily on Susan's asshole, however, pretending that a nice wet tongue on his butt was merely standard procedure.

But when Carla's mouth muscle arrived in the orifice, Nick's heart practically jumped out of his rib cage. "Fucking far out!" he wailed. "Aaaaaah."

"Mmmmmm," hummed Carla, her tongue actively creasing the iris muscle.

"mmmmmmm." The tip of her wet mouth organ tickled the curled fleshy shithole muscle. The ring of flesh contracted and expanded involuntarily with each deft stroke from Carla's darting tongue. She pulled out for a breather, "I think our surfer friend, Susan, likes a good ream."

"You know he does," said Susan for her side of the surfer's body. "Every time you poke your tongue in there his finger fuck up my asshole gets better. So keep up the good work." She spread her legs and scissored Nick's erect cock between her calves. Lightly she rubbed his shaft with the smooth skin of her lower legs.

"Aaaaah," said Nick. It was hard to tell if it was the strange stimulation on his cock, or the diligent work in his asshole which turned him on. In any event, however, he moaned and groaned in total ecstasy.

"I think it's time," suggested Carla, extracting her tongue from the wet bunghole, "that we get into something a little more vigorous."

"Sure, said Nick, his cock flashing from pink to red to purple. He could feel the saliva oozing from his anus hole. "Who wants to be first?"

"You go first," said Susan to Carla. "I'll make sure he gets in and then work out on your clit."

"Fantastic," said Carla. "If anything will take my mind off my love problems, I'll be a good orgasm."

Nick turned around. Carla showed him her ass by laying on her side. She lifted her right leg and gave him access to the sphincter space between her thin buttocks. "You know," he said, "for a skinny broad you have a nice fat asshole."

"Why thank you," she sighed. "Would you mind putting something in there?"

"Not at all," said Nick. He lifted his cock and ran it lightly, like a sword into a sheath, between her cherry buttocks. He reached down and took hold of each bun, split the canyon open as if he had used a wedge and a hammer and slid his cock into the iris muscle.

"Aaaah," said Carla, "That's a little more like it!" She lowered her right leg and her buttocks clamped down on Nick's firm cock shaft.

Susan took her position; she laid down with her face at Carla's cunt.Carla discovered,coincidentally,that Susan's pussy was available for a light tonguing.

So the daisy chain went like this" Nick had his cock lodged firmly in Carla's asshole. Carla had her tongue in Susan's pussy. And Susan at Carla's twat.

There was enough juice flowing to float a ship.

"Ooooooh, God," cried Carla, overwhelmed by the massive amount of stimulation being applied to her body. "It's far fucking out!"

"Yeah," said Nick. "You got a nice fat butt for me, baby." He slid his hips in an undulating motion. Forward, deep into her asshole crotch, his prick penetrated.

"Uuuuumph," cried Carla. "He's big." Her cries were muffled by Susan's thighs and juicing bush. Carla's tongue worked diligently inside Susan's pussy on the erect clit meat she found so readily available to stimulation.

"Mmmmm." she hummed, as Nick stuffed her asshole with plenty of cock meat. Each thrust into her hole inspired her tongue to gouge Susan's clit channel.

"Aaaaaaah," cried Susan. "Good, good, good!" She slid her tongue far into Carla's pussy which began to contract involuntarily around the stimulating mouth muscle. Susan leaned back a little and watched her friend's pussy juice.

"You coming?" she asked.

"Not yet," answered Carla, "but another few minutes of this and it will be no problem to flood this entire house with clit juice."

"Hooray," said Nick, firming his hips for a giant thrust forward.

"Oooooh, God damn fuck!" cried Carla. "Stop that!"

But it was too late. Nick wrapped his arm around Carla's waist. He pushed Susan aside, out of the way, and rolled the skinny girl who squirmed under the pressure of his terrific hot cock onto her belly. His dick slid upwards, further into her shit canyon than she considered likeable. "You dirty fuck!" she cried. "What the hell do you think I am? Some kind of waste basket?

Nick paid no attention. He used his muscle to pull her up off the sheets. Her legs automatically spread open. He filled the breach with another quick thrust from his mighty pole.

"Ooooooh, fucking-A," screamed Carla. "Get this God damn gorilla off my back!

Before he destroys me! Oooooh, shit!"

Susan started forward, tried to grab Nick bythe shoulders. She climbed up onto his back and pulled him around the neck. But the surfer's strength and commitment to the asshole under attack was too much for her. She couldn't even make him budge.

"Oooooh, fucking-A," cried Carla. "Get that prick out of-Ooooooh, God damn!"

Nick had slammed another inch of meat into her asshole. He drilled her with his rod, filled her shit canyon with so much meat that she couldn't even move. All of the hip rolling and pelvis rocking was done bye the surfer. And there was a lot of it, too.

His ass flew up in the air and cam down like a pneumatic drill of jackhammer.

He beat his flesh into Carla's asshole and she didn't have a prayer.

"Carla! Carla!" hollered Susan. "Are you o.k.?"

Carla's face had gone deep red. She had a look of resignation and fright on her face. She was concentrating on trying to keep her butt in one piece.

"Uuuuumph," she grunted. "It's almost over. He's throbbing."

Sure enough, Nick's dick was trembling with orgasmic power. He shot forward, jerked his hips, and sprayed the inside the Carla's bowels with fresh hot jism.

His penis twitched andscratched atthe liningunder Carla's sphincter muscle. He flooded the breach with hot sticky cum. Then he yanked his dick out her torn flesh and shredded asshole and lay back in a daze.

"Carla, Carla," screamed Susan. "Are you o.k.?"

"I don't know," said Carla in a wispy voice. "look back there and see if I still have an asshole, will ya?"

Susan leaned down on the other side of Carla and looked into the crack. She plyed open the creamy bunsand discovered a little redness surrounding the anus cavity. But otherwise Carla's asshole looked like it was probably just a little bruised. "It looks alright," she said.

"It's so hot," said Carla.

"Here," suggested Susan, "why don't I give you a little licking cool off?"

"Would you?" asked Carla in a plaintive voice. "That would help, I think."

"Sure," said Susan Bender. She leaned down between the red buttocks and applied her tongue to the sore hole. Within a few minutes she's licked up the brackish fluid, and had massaged her girlfriends back to comfort. All with the delicate use of her long narrow tongue.

"Oh," said Carla, "that's much better. Thanks, Susan. You weren't kidding about him were you?"

"Nope," said Susan. "He's really amazing isn't he?"

"Amazing isn't the word," said Carla. She scratched her twat and looked up at Susan. "You know, you didn't get much out of all of that."

"That's o.k.," said Susan. "I don't think I want to risk his irrational passions today."

"What about mine?" said Carla. "Just for old time's sake?"

"Really," said Susan. "Would you want to?"

"Yeah, sure, shy not?" The Carla cast a fearful look in the direction of the resting surfer, Nick. "But not in here. I don't want to be around when super prick wakes up."

"In the livingroom," said Susan, easing herself off the bed. She stopped at the nightstand and pulled out a plastic electric dildo. "I'll bring this just in case."

"Good," said Carla. "As far as lubricant in concerned, I've got plenty of that right here." She slid a finger down into her twat channel.

"Me, too," said Susan Bender. "Forward with vigor." She put a clenched fist into the air and led the way to the livingroom.

"How do you want me to do it?" as Carla. "First with my tongue."

"That would be swell," said Susan.

Carla leaned between Susan's self-spread cheeks. She slid her tongue up and down the groove. "Aaaaah," creamed Susan Bender. "That's the kind of soft treatment that I can't refuse." Her hips wandered left and right, this way and that.

Carla pumped the tip of her mouth muscle into the begging anal hole. "Mmmm," she hummed. "Yum, yum, yum."

Susan blurted out, "That's delicious!" She wagged her fanny. Carla spread the flopping cheeks with her smooth graceful hands. With Susan's buttocks splayed open, Carla could provide enough tongue to satisfy a horse's asshole. "Yee, Gods," cried Susan, "that's a prick in itself."

"Yeah," grunted Carla, "My tongue comes in handy every now and then."

When Susan's cunt-like bunghole had received so much stimulation that she was close to orgasm, Carla picked up the electric prick and slid it down, into her own pussy. When the head of the device whirred smoothly and was covered with her own clit juice, she lifted it to Susan's asscrease. "Here you, So," she said. "Just a hint of what's to come."

The vibrating penis shook the floppy buns like a mixer. Rolls and tremors passed along Sue's stimulated asscheeks. "Ooooooh. Nice." Carla worked carefully to make sure she applied the dildo just the way she'd like to have it worked on her own ass. She held the point above the asshole muscle between Sue's creamy buns. Slowly but sure she applied more and more pressure.

"Mmmmmm. Give em a little more," said Sue. She was on her hands and knees. She rocked her butt backwards and the dildo slid forward into her naked asshole.

"You look so prettylike that," commentedCarla, flashing the dildo deeper and closer to the circle of ass meat muscle.

"Carla," gasped Susan, "do me a favor, will ya?"

"Sure, anything."

"Rub my clit."

Carla reached a quick hand around Sue's waist and came up inside her twat channel. She located the obvious clit meat. It was stout and twitching. She sandwiched the meaty piece of sensitized flesh between her knowing thumb and index finger. She tugged lightly and then worked miniature circles around the base of the thing. Soon Susan was juicing so profusely that Carla's hand was covered with fresh wet ease juice.

"Rub harder," said Susan. "And give me more of the prick."

Carla followed the orders. She slid the dildo down into the sphincter muscle.

"Perfect," moaned Susan. "It's gonna be a biggie." She swung her backwards, onto the plug of the plastic cock, and stuffed her asshole with th vibrator.

Her hips jammed left and right and no amount of sword-like penis could have given her any better thrill. She gyrated and ground her pussy hard against Carla's pressing fingers. "Uuuuumph."

"You're coming," said Carla. "I can feel it, all the juice."

"Yyyyyyeeeeesssss," moaned Susan. She fell off and away from dildo and Carla's hand. She lay in a king of fetal position, curled up and shaking with sexual energy. "It's so nice." She was in orgasmic heaven.

Carla leaned down to Susan's asshole and slid her tongue down the asscrease, licking out the last vestiges of hollowness. She made sure that as Susan floated down from the terrific high of coming that she was in a pleasant state of mind.

"Oooooh," said susan, running her hand through Carla's long hair, "that was so nice!"

"Really," said Carla. "Much better than talking about old boyfriends and husbands."

"For sure," said Susan. But in the back of her mind she wondered what would happen that night when she hat to meet up with Jack. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other. She knew what she wanted from him and she wondered if he should be willing to supply it, He was, after all, the same husband who six months before had refused her his golden rod up her asshole.

She wondered if perhaps he's changed.

Chapter 8

JackBenderwatchedDawnfinishwashing. Her long-legged, angled body filled his eyes with beauty. His heart beat rapidly. He was filled with feelings of lust even though he'd only just finished showering Dawn's asshole with violent affection.

He came up alongside her, looked at her deep strange smile and said; "I know it was tough on you, but I had to do that."

"I liked it," she said. Again she smiled her intriguing look. "I don't do things that I don't like," she said. she stood up from the brook and started across.

Jack followed her slender asscrack across the water. She led the way back to the center of the enclave. "You know," she whispered to him, "all these nude people her… it drives me crazy!"

I know," said Jack. "You want to fuck everybody, right?"

"Yes," said Dawn in a wispy voice. "Each and every one of them." suddenly, from behind a nearby hedge, the tall blond who Dawn had called 'cute' appeared.

"That man there," she said to Jack. "Would you mind if I went off with him?"

"No," said Jack. "Don't forget' If he doesn't want to, he'll say so."

"I'll make him want to," she said. She went lightly after the blond stranger.

Jack followed from a distance. He wanted to see what kind of luck Dawn had in her first approach with a stranger at Sandy Cliff. she caught up with handsome fellow as he was nearing the pool. "Pardon me," she said, "I'm new here. Really just a guest."

"Oh," said the blond, his eyes flashing as he took in Dawn's long form and lovely nude body. "You're quite beautiful."

Dawn blushed and even through her deep tan the crimson showed. "Thank you," she said. She looked around. "I guess I'm just not used to all the upfrontness around her."

"I know," said the blond man. "It takes a while." He extended his hand. "My name is Larry. What's yours?"

"Dawn," she said, giving him her soft palm.

"Glad to me you," he said. "I hope you enjoy your stay her at Sandy Cliff." He started away, but Dawn tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and took a long look at her lovely smile and full chest. Her nipples stuck high in the air, leading the way. Her face was filled with crimson. She had something to say and he knew it. "Yes?"

"I, ah, well, I just wanted to know-"

"You have to ask, you know," said Larry. "It's the Sandy Cliff philosophy."

"Yes," she said. "I will. She hesitated and then blurted out: "Will you ball me?"

"I'm not only flattered that you've asked," said Larry with a glint in his eye,

"but I'd be happy to."

Dawn exhaled a long and uneasy breath. "Phew, that's over and I'm glad."

"You'll get used to asking," said Larry. He took her by the crook in her arm and led her down a winding path, away from the pool and the sunbathers.

Jack bender watched them disappear behind a grove of trees. He gave them a few minutes to find their way to a remote and private place. then he went on his own looking for yet another woman for himself.

Within a few minutes he'd seen and made the acquaintance of a teenage girl named Linda. She had large tits with big dark nipples. Her hair was reddish brown on her head and on her snatch orange. She had a slit the size of a small envelope and juice leaked profusely into her damp forest. Jack knew she hot and it took only a hint of interest to have her follow him off to another private place.

"Linda," he said. "Do you like to do it any special way."

She hummed a bit and said: "Well, to tell you the truth I'd like it up my asshole. But not everybody wants to do that, you know."

"I'd do it that way, said Jack. "Just bend over." He smiled and added: "But I know it's not that easy."

"No," she said, especially with me. Let me show you." She turned around and showed him her butt. Her asscheekcs parted and beneath the folds Jack could see the hint of a sphincter muscle. "You see how small I am?" she said. "It's a big problem sometimes."

"Yes," said Jack. "Maybe we can work it out though." He slid his finger down the groove and rubbed her twat from behind. Her plentiful juice eased his fingers upwards onto a throbbing clitoris. "You're nice an erect," he said. "I like that."

"Mmmm," she cooed. She turned around and lifted herself into his arms. Her carrot-colored bush rubbedsoftly against his limp pecker. She spread her vaginal lips along the stalk of his meat. The juice slid down the length of his pecker and soaked the mushroom tip.

"Ooooooh, nice," said Jack. "I like that."

She slid her pussy up and down along the tip of his meat. When the angle became uncomfortable or unproductive, she reached down and guided the prick head to it's proper destination, which was, naturally, the slanted piece of clit meat.

When she had him right, she returned her hands to hugging him close to her. Her pussy slide sideways and up and down on Jack's now stiff cock.

"Ahhhh," said Jack, feeling the slippery vaginal meat rubbing him to ecstasy.

"You rub so nicely. I like it." He smiled and kissed her heavily on the lips.

With his hands he caressed her back and the small space above her fanny. He slid one hand down the her sensual crack and pushed apart the surrounding buns.

His finger landed right on target in the tight little hole.

Linda jerked her red-haired bush onto Jack's prick. She slid along the top of his meat. His prick was not in her pussy, but rather beneath it and between her heavenly loins. The soft flesh of her nubile inner thighs rubbed gently against the sides of his shaft. If she wanted to, Linda could have made Jack come merely by walking in place. So smooth and lilting wa her loin tissue that Jack could hardly control himself. He wanted to plow into her, to bury his cock in her mouth or her cunt or up her tiny asshole. He knew he would have to wait, however, until the redhead was ready.

"Mmmm," she groaned, "you're getting hot aren't you?"

"Hot isn't the word, Linda. I want to fill you full of meat."

She slid her tits down his torso. She slowed up when her breasts landed on either side his big stiff prick. There she kneaded the flesh of her boobs so that the inside portions landed around Jack's steaming ramrod cock shaft. She licked his belly and then proceeded on her downward journey.

"Mmmm, babe, you are good!" She licked his crotch and the inside of his legs.

She sucked ont eh side of his dick, too. She kissed his balls and his hot mushroom cock head. She took care to rub his penis against her face and her lips. With one hand she took the meat by the base and run the tip of the red meat against the soft surface on the inside of her lower lip. She held the meat in place, at one point and merely shook her head no. As a result her soft slippery lower lip rubbed smoothly on the underside of Jack's massive mushroom head.

"Oh, shit," he said. "No one ever did that to me! Wow!" She laughed and applied more pressure to one of his hips. He felt the nudge and turned around for her "Like that?"

"Mmmmm." She parted his hungry ass. Inside she found the going slippery and easy. Her tongue went deep because Jack had bent over. His asshole opened up wide and Linda filled the breach with her fat wet tongue. When she was not sticking her mouth muscle into the shithole itself, she was sliding it up and down the crease, humming and cooing as she went. Her soft lips and succulent tongueworked feverishly to bring Jack to a new sexual high.

He's never been so roughly reamed. His asshole felt like a river of saliva.

Linda's tongue filled up the crack with soft wet meat. She slip up and down and her chin followed softly, plying open the buttock folds. At one point she insisted that he change his position. When he was his hands and knees, Linda straddled his head, put her legs around his neck and leaned down so that her head hung over his ass. She rested on his back, her tits on either side of his spine, and proceeded with her fantastic tonguing.

In the new position she could part his cheeks and work even more carefully with her tongue. She licked his ass crease as if she'd been starved for a month and Jack's ass were the only food in the world. And she pretended that deep inside his anus cavity was where her benefactor had placed dessert.

"Oooooh," said jack, sensing the wonderful tongue as it went further and further into his anal cavity. "What a piece of meat!" He could feel her juice dripping down on his neck. "Give it to me, honey!" Just keep giving me that slippery meat!"

She filled his bunghole with so much of her tongue that he nearly forgot about his passionate prick. But when he looked down between his legs and saw his dick floating erect, he knew that the time had come for a good, solid fucking.

The thought must have occurred to Linda, too. Because it was then that she reached around Jack's back with both hands and landed her smooth palms on his stiff wet rod.

"Oh, God," he moaned, "you must be psychic."

She rubbed his prick from both sides. The meat took on a deep red color of a beet. She jerked lightly at first, and then applied more force. She tagged especially around the rim of his dick and made sure that she didn't miss the sensitive hot tip.

"Now," she said, climbing off. "I want that poker of yours up my asshole." She reached down to her twat channel and cupped a fingerful of juice. She spread it down on her ass crease. "You could help," she suggested.

He reached into her honey pot and found the channel so soft and interesting to the tough that he couldn't resist staying just a moment longer. He took the juice out, however, and rubbed his fingers up and down Linda's fine crack. The juice spread out evenly in the designated space.

Soon Linda was ready. "I think you can do it if you go slowly," she said. "Just don't be too quick to start plowing, eh?"

He smiled and said: "Who? Me?"

"Yeah," she said. "Everyone over at the pool could hear that last girl yelling and screaming when you fucked her bungholes. We knew it wouldn't be right to interrupt. Anyhow, that's why I want you to fuck me. Really. I know you can do it. But just go slow."

Jack smiled. "I didn't know I was so popular."

She bent over and gave him her full moon. She grabbed her ankles and said: "Do it to me, Jack."

Her full moon faced him head on. He slid his cock up and the down the length of the crease. Then he ducked inside. His mushroom head slid easily in the first inch. The tight little sphincter muscle spread open and gave him enough room to go further. Figuring is he could get the head in that the shaft would follow, Jack pushed forward with all the strength he could manage. It was then that the shit hit the fan.

"Jesus!' Fuck! No!" screamed Linda. "Too tight!"

Jack tried to let up, but his mushrooming prick had caught below the entrance to Linda's asshole. The only way to make things easier was to ream her so well that her bunghole expanded. He shoved his meat hard, jammed his groin against Linda's soft asscheeks.

"Oh, no!" she hollered. "It's just a little too much!"

He poked into her, drilled quickly and sent the tip of his shaft deeper into her bowels. "Shit!" she wailed. "Can't you go slow?"

"No," he said. "It's stuck!" His prick slid sideways and then down a notch.

"Uuuuumph," he grunted.

Linda swung her hips away from him. She tried to move forward, out of the range of his cannon. But Jack followed her like a cat would a mouse. He slid his cock deeper, filling the breach with everything he had.

"Oh, shit, no," she moaned. "It's too fucking much!"

Jack pressed down hard. He reached under her chest and took her tits. She liked that, but Linda's ass ached with the terrible pressure of Jack's twitching prick in her canal. "Go easy," she complained. "You've almost got me just right."

There was no easy way for Jack to go easy. He'd stored up too much worry about Susan, his wife, and now was another time when he would make up for the pain of his marital problems. He slung his sword deeper into the huge crack. He let go of the redhead's fine titties and took hold of her ample hams. "Uuuuumph," he shoved.

"Awk!" cried Linda. "It's still too much!"

Jack paid her no mind. He shoved his penis another notch in. Now he was securely lodged up her bunghole. He played softly with her asscheeks.

"Mmmm," she began to hum. "Now it's good."

She rolled her softsilky buttocks. Jack'shands wandered along the thin layer of fine ease juice that had spread between Linda's thighs. He toured her flapping buttocks, too. And finally he pulled apart the gorgeous asscheeks yet another few inches. The breach thus created gave him room to move in and he shot forward, filling the canyon with all of his massive powerhouse rod.

"Yee, Gods!" shouted Linda. "You really like to punch an asshole, don't you?"

"Mmmm." He rotated his hips and his cock wormed around inside the tight little hole. "Ahhhh."

It was a snug fit. Linda's bunghole squeezed back on Jack's thick pole. She grunted and gasped for air. He shoved his cock and though there was nowhere to go he seemed toinch forward.He couldfeel hermuscle contractions going to work at milking him. He didn't think that she could have that much control in her asshole. And it didn't matter, either. His cock loved the parastaltic action it received.

"Mmmm," he hummed. He took her titties again, tugged on the rip red nipples. He used his hands to rub down her back, to massage Linda's neck and finally dip into her leaking twat.

"Oooooohhh," she wailed. "I'm gonna come."

"Good," he said. "Go right ahead." He laughed and jerked his rod backwards and forwards. "You like that?" he asked her.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "It's all kind of nice." She laughed and waved her hips.

"Now that I've got it just in the right place it's just right. You can do whatever you want."

Jack slammed his crotch against Linda's asscheeks. His rod slid back and forth in the hole. He had more room to move in that Linda imagined she'd have in her asshole. He plowed the canyon with all his might.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "It's really fine. Don't stop!"

Jack ha no intentions of stopping. He worked her clit with one hand and with the other held her buttocks apart to permit an easy use of his powerful meat.

She cringed to fell his whip like action slashing her crack even more open.

"Oh, Christ!" she moaned. "Here we go!"

Linda was have her orgasm. Her hips rolled against the mighty rod. She suffered him to come into her another inch or two. Her asshole split open wide, permitted the cock to move easily, like a dick in a cunt. Her iris muscle expanded to sizes Jack had never thought possible. Her juice poured steadily down her loins and she gasped and grunted as the rolling orgasmic energy poured out of her asshole crevice. "Oh, God," she cried. "It's too good to believe!"

He began to throb into Linda's asshole. Her shouting and panting and hollering has been as much of a stimulation as her asshole itself. She rocked his throbbing hot cock back and forth, jerked his twitching mushroom prick head off, and the jism was milked out of his cock shaft. "Oh, shit," he grunted, slamming hard now. "Here I go, too."

"Mmmmmm," hummed Linda. "Do it, Jack. Do it!"

He shot his wad this way and that. There was no telling where the hot jism was going. One thing was for sure: the asshole canyon had been flooded with juice bye the time Jack jerked his rodout. The shithole leakedjuice everywhere. Linda fell into a slump, moaning and breathing hard.

Jack looked down at his cock. "You know," he said. "I think I'm getting the hand of this buttfucking action."

"Yeah?" said Linda. "You think so?" She had one hand in her asshole trying to wipe away the plentiful fluid.

"Yup," said Jack. "I may be ready to fuck my wife's hole pretty soon."

"Oh, I get it," said Linda. "You're just practicing for the home game?"

"Something like that," said Jack. "And sandy Cliff is like the playing field.

You know what I mean?"

"Sure," said Linda, a little sad to find out that Jack was only using her.

"Sure," she repeated. "I understand."

Jack leaned close to her. "Now, baby, you know this is all in fun." He caressed her tit.

"Yeah," she said. "I know. Besides, that was great ream for my asshole. I like you a lot for that." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "You really know how to ream me good, Jack. I think your wife will be pleased."

Jack was delighted to hear that he'd given the girl a good buttfuck. He looked forward to what would happen that night when he applied the same technique to his wife Susan's fine shithole.

Chapter 9

When Jerry left Cindy at his apartment he was about an hour late for work at the Pier Side Club. He'd been late before and his boss Stan or one of the other lifeguards had always covered for him. He hurried down the boardwalk and made his way through the locker rooms out to poolside.

Up on the platform keeping a sharp eye on the swimmers below was Stan. "Jerry," he called, "you're late. Get on up here."

Jerry climbed the ladder up to the clubhouse and viewing deck. "Sorry boss," he said. "A little personal matter."

"No problem," said Stan in a surprisingly good mood. "You know that dish you laid on me this morning?"

"Dawn?" said Jerry.

"Yeah," said Stan, making room for the young employee to sit down. "She had just what I needed."

"What was that?" asked Jerry with a knowing grin. "A big set of tits?"

"You know better than that," said Stan. "Her asshole was about as ready and heated as you'll ever find. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," said Jerry, wondering now where Dawn was. "She sure did have a nice shit canyon. I kind of liked it myself."

"Yeah," said Stan. "Anyhow, she's a new honorary member of the Pier Side."

"With an asshole like hers," said Jerry, "it would be hard to turn her down for something in any club."

"Yeah," said Stan, getting up and heading for the ladder. "Thanks again."

"For nothing," said Jerry. He watched Stan climb down the ladder and disappear into the poolside office. Below the viewing deck various members of the club sloshed around in the clear pool water. Jerry was concentrating on keeping a sharp eye out for any troubled swimmers when a shrill woman's voice hollered up at him: "Hey Jerry! Long time no see!"

He looked down back behind the platform and saw the lovely woman, Anne, who used to be his girlfriend. "Jerry," hollered Anne, "come on down and say hello.

Come on."

He gave the pool a quick once over. It didn't look like anyone was in danger of drowning themselves, so he hoisted himself over the ladder and down to the deck below. "Hi ya, Anne," he said, giving her a big warm hug. She wore a bathrobe and a bikini and Jerry made sure to get a good experimental feel of Anne's warm body before he let go of her. "It has been a long time," he said.

"I know. Too long," said Anne. She flashed her quick blue eyes and ran a hand back through her blond hair. Just then the afternoon whistle blew, a signal for the club members that in five minutes they'd be asked to leave the pool. The club closed down for an hour in order the give the staff a chance to break and clean-up before the night's activities began.

"Listen," said Jerry, "in another five minutes this place will be empty. Why don't you stick around?"

"I's love to," said Anne. Her keen blue eyes twinkled. Jerry mounted the ladder one more time, waited out the departing swimmers, and then, when everything was in order, came back down to poolside. Anne was waiting for him and she asked right off: "When do lifeguards go swimming these days?"

Jerry looked casually around the deck and pool. The members had all split. He had the entire Pier Side facility to himself, naturally, to Anne. "Right now," he smiled. "Care for a swim?"

"Sure," said Anne. "That's really the reason I stopped by to see you."

"And I thought it was my body you wanted, Anne," said Jerry with a quick grin.

"Well," she said, running one hand along his furry chest, "that might have something to do with it."

He started to take her arm, to embrace her, but she pulled away and slid out of her robe. Her big firm tits were the same as he remembered them. She had long lovely legs and comely thighs. When he was in love with her it was the factthat herlegs wereso perfectlymolded, sculptured, that mystified him. Whether she wore heels or flats or went barefoot, Anne's legs were always attractive to Jerry. She could be lying on her back or on her belly, and still he would come after her, kissing the backs of her soft satin loins. Now, as she tossed aside the terrycloth robe, the same old lust to feel her legs wrapped around his face sent blood pumping heartily up to his face.

"You're blushing," she said, sliding over to the side of the pool. "Jerry!

You're blushing!"

He slid a hand down along her fanny. The firm ripe cheeks of her ass were another special thrill for him. He could feel the silky flesh beneath her bikini strap and with one quick tug at the belt, the strap went loose.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Nobody's here," he said. "Everyone's out of the place for two hours before we reopen."

Anne did have a quick survey of the pool andenvirons. The place was desolate.

"You know," she said, no longer trying to pull on her bikini bottom, "a swim in the nude is always nice." She kicked off the bottom of her bikini and without Jerry's asking, she undid the top of her bathing suit, too. Her tits came flopping out.

"Your nipples aren't erect," he said, surprised. When they lived together just his presence would bring her nipples out like mice looking for cheese. They'd pop onto position and seconds later he would land his hungry lips on one or the other tit.

"Well," she said, "I've changed a little."

Jerry slid his hand in a neat circle, palm open, alone Anne's flat belly. Her skin crawled with goose bumps and the nipples under examination stood up toattention. "That's more like it," he said.

"I am the only nude person here," she said, tugging on his trunks. "Won't you put me at ease, Jerry?"

"Sorry," he said, slipping out of his trunks. He hung his swimsuit on the ladder. But when he turned around to say to Anne that he was happy she'd come by after so long, all he saw was her neat jackknife form slicing into the water below. Her full ripe ass caught his attention before her lean body disappearedbelow the surface ofthe otherwise placid water.

She swam holding her breath under the surface of the pool water until she reached the deep section of the pool. when she came up her hair was matted down around her face. She pulled it back behind her head and called Jerry: "Aren't you coming in?"

"You bet I am," he said. He watched her smiling and treading water, her tits bobbing in the liquid, floating like cream colored grapefruits nest to her chest. "Here I come," he said. "Smile, baby."

Jerry made a neat dive from the edge of the pool. Anne watched his hairy muscular body slide beneath the first foot of water. He moved like a terrific shark straight for her. He would be at her side in a matter of three or four strokes. She took a deep breath and a last look at Jerry's torpedo shape as he neared her. Then she dove for the bottom.

Anne swam along the bottom side of the pool like some kind of eel or mermaid.

Jerry started after her but needed more air to complete the journey downward.

Besides, once he got there he wanted to spend some time with Anne.

He came up for air and saw her sitting placidly, right feet further down, on the bottom of the pool. He took a long breath and headed underwater. When he arrived, even in the poor underwater visibility, he could see her lovely blond hair splayed against the background of glass-like water. Her tits floated softly in the smooth underwater current. And her nipples, he reached out to be sure, were erect and stimulated. She bubbled out what remained of her air and pushed off, in slow motion, from the bottom of the pool. When she hit the surface and gasped for air, Jerry was beside her.

"So nice to see you again," he joked. He wrapped one strong arm around her waist and supported her by leaning her butt on his hip while she regained her breath. "You know," he said, paddling the two of them toward the side of the pool, "skin is a lot smoother in the water."

"I know," said Anne. She slid her legs along his thighs and let his muscles come up into her crotch.

They made it to the shallow water. There was about four feet of water there and Anne's tits floated on the surface. Occasionally the water slopped above her tits, sometimes below. "Mmmmm," she said as Jerry ran one hand up along the surface of her chest. "That's nice."

"Your tits are nice as ever, Anne," he said.

"You saved my life," said Anne. "I like that."

"Sure," he said. "That's my job."

He hadn't really saved her life, but many times they would play and pretend she was drowning and that was a lifeguard, retrieving her from strange andmysterious waters.

But now they rested easy against the side of the pool. The water lubricated every inch of their stimulated jism. Merely the sight of Anne had led Jerry into arousal. He was ready now, for whatever demands she might make of him, for whatever emotions she might expect from him. "Do you still love me?" he asked her.

"I don't know," she said, feeling his hands wandering underwater along her flesh. She knew that he wouldn't stop at her belly or her tits. She knew that sooner or later his firm grip would be around her thighs and up into her twat.

She waited patiently. "You know," she said, "sometimes I think we were the biggest fools in the world to give up what we had."

"I know what you mean," said Jerry. He slid his hand between her comely thighs.

Underwater she felt even more irresistible than she was on dry land. He had a good hold on one smooth piece of flesh, her upper leg, and he didn't want to let go.

"I want to swim," she said. It was a lie. She wanted his hand up her pussy, his finger to work on her clitoris, his other hand up her asshole. The feel of the pool and his hands, the mixing of flesh and water and passion-Anne wanted it all at once.

"You know," he said, blocking her passage by putting one arm on either side of her body clamping a good hold to the tile edge of the pool, "you can't leave right now."

"Want to bet?" she said. She faked a duck under his arm. Jerry moved swiftly and his forearm blocked her, right on the titties.

"You're all wet," he said. "Try again."

She looked around, pretending to be searching for a way out and slid her hand down underwater. She came onto his floating cock. He looked her in the eye and she looked him in the eye, but underwater she was sculpting his dick into a long wet erection. "Is that how you plan to escape?" he asked. "Or are you for real?"

She kneaded theflesh of histhick wetmember. Underwater the prick felt more spongy, more fleshy than she recalled it. "It's soft," she said.

"Not for long," replied Jerry. "It'll be more than you can handle in another minute or two."

"Funny," she said, "you were never more than I could handle before. Except in one of two ways."

The water slopped up against her face. She continued to run her hand around his crotch, between he legs, all of this stimulation taking place under water.

Neither of them paid any attention to what was happening below the surface of the pool.

Jerry reached one hand up to her firm little nipples. Then he tweaked the thing and she squealed a little. "I can get away now if I want to."

"Do you want to?" he asked her. She was rubbing his now firm cock.

"No," she whispered. She wrapped her arms around him and he supported her against the side of the pool. She kissed him in the fold of his neck and then along his face and finally on his lips. He pressed his wet slippery body against her long flesh. His dick ran up along her belly between them. She freed one arm from around his back and slid down to jerk him some more. Then, suddenly, she took a long breath and went down under water.

"What the hell?" said Jerry.

But then he realized what Anne was all about. She slid his cock, even under water, into her mouth. He tried to watch her work. But the slopping water made it impossible. All he could see was her head moving vigorously along his cock shaft. But he could feel every delicate move on her tongue. It was as though a blow fish had taken it to mind to suck him off and had latched on perfectly to his dick. He smiled and wondered if she could hold her breath long enough to suck him into orgasm.

"Mmmmm," she said when she came up. "You're as big underwater as you are above." She laughed at her own joke and jumped onto his hips. She straddled his hips with her soft loins and rocked her naked wet cunt up into his muscular belly. With one hand he supported her, kept her up on his hips by holding onto the poolside.

"Here you go," he said, "a little fish for your twat." He slid his hand down along her belly and dropped a finger up into the hole. Her pussy clamped down immediately reminding him of yet another incredible ability of his old girlfriend Anne: of all the women he'd ever known; only Anne could squeeze at will. She could milk him of his orgasmic juice merely by smiling. Her muscles were that much in tune. And now her wet underwater canal worked on his finger as he applied pressure to her floating clitoris. the slippery piece of cunt flesh was firmly at attention.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "If I drown now it'll be the happiest death the world has ever known." She smiled and leaned down to the edge of the water and sucked up one of his hairy tits. She scraped the nipple with her nibbling tongue and sucked it into her lips and mouth. Her sucking action produced an exciting stimulating effect in Jerry's tits.

He slid his finger a little further into her soaked pussy. "Oh, God," she gasped, "I cant's believe we're going to fuck in the pool."

"You know," he said, "I don't know why not?"

"Is it good in the pool?"

They'd broken through to new ground. It was important that Jerry keep her going. "Sure," he said, "of course it's good. It's good to fuck wherever you are."

"Have you done it here before?" she asked coyly.

"No," said Jerry, lying outright. He didn't want her jealous at a time when a few minutes from now he'd be stuffing her full of his hot wet meat. "But some of the other guys have."

"Just think," said Anne, looking over Jerry's shoulder, "we might be floating in a pool of come."

"Yuck," said Jerry, sliding his finger and pumping Anne's pussy. "That doesn't sound like fun."

"For me it does," said Anne.

Jerry noticed that Anne was holding onto the side of the pool with her hand back behind her head. He let go of his own hold and slid a hand down to her ass crease. The water in the area allowed his hand to float neatly and smoothly into the target area. He slid a finger up andshe bounced forward, her tits pressing against his bare wet chest. The pool water splashed in Jerry's face, as did Anne's lovely titties.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Sorry about that."

"You don't have to apologize to me for that." I like having a boob in my face."

He smiled and licked her wet nipple. His finger continued to wander in her fabulous asshole, between her fine creamy cheeks.

"Underwater play is a lot of fun," admitted Anne.

"I know," said Larry. He slid his available hand into her twat. the water was shallow enough that he could stand on both feet on the bottom of the pool and be free to use both hands. So he had one plugging Anne's asshole and the other working up a fever in her twat channel.

"Mmmm," she hummed. "This is going to be awfully nice, Jerry."

He could feel the difference between the pool water and the slippery clit juice that oozed down from her heating cunt. He slid his index finger high up into the twat space to get a good feel of the lovely sap within. "Ahhhhhhh," she sighed, pressing her body close to his. Her boobs rubbed softly against his muscular chest. "You have such a nice tan, Jerry, Mmmmmmm." She rubbed his neck and his back. While he continued to work on her pussy, his other hand adapted to the smaller space in her behind.

"Oooooh." She wiggled up close to him. His cock slid along her smooth wet thigh. "It's nice to rub," she cooed. "Rub me hard."

He slid his cock along her leg and up against her wet belly. She reached down with one hand and put his dick into her pussy. She hopped up onto his hips. The buoyancy of the water held her easily around his waist. His cock slid in, up the liquid channel, and landed securely within the tightening twat canal muscles. She squeezed on his dick, on the thick hot shaft. "Now that you're in," she said, "I can feel how hot you really are. In the water it was hard."

"It's hard in your pussy, too." he said.

"Mmmmm." She slid one hand down to his asshole. She parted the virtually floating buttocks, pushed them aside and looked for his bunghole. Her fingers couldn't reach in, but she slid her hand up and down the asscrease anyhow.

"Oh, boy," he said, his cock now getting a good location in her floating twat,

"this is the life." He carried her like that to shallower water. Her pussy jiggled up and down as they moved. His cock felt like it was surrounded by a flesh humidor, specially designed to give the ultimate pleasure in penisgratification. "Ahhhhh," theyboth moaned.

"I want it from you," she said. It sounded like a desperate plea. She slid up on his dick, and then down. "Give it to me the way I like it, Jerry."

He slid his hands along her smooth thighs. She held onto him around his neck.

Then she slid her legs up high around his hips. He put his hands in the perfect position, around her basket-like asscheeks. He cupped both buttocks and plyed them gently apart.

"Here it is, honey," he said. Her face flushed crimson and she pressed her lips hard against his mouth. As his finger slid up into her wet asshole canal, she slid her tongue down deep into his mouth. He sucked on her long narrow mouth muscle as his finger plowed deeper and deeper into her shithole. She writhed in ecstasy, his cock in her pussy, his finger in her asshole.

"Ooooooh," she groaned, pulling her lips away from his mouth. "Harder. Rub me harder."

He slid his finger vigorously up her sensuous asshole. She clamped down on him like a clam under attack. His finger felt fine pressure in her curled shithole.

He wiggled the index finger, rubbed her asscheeks with his palm, and jammed up hard.

"Aaaaah, shit!" she wailed. "Rub me down!"

He pulled his finger to the edge of the anal cavity. Pool water flowed into the opening. Then he poked his finger, following the sucking action of her asshole, and lodgedthedigitsecurelyinthe trapping space. "Uuuuuuunj," she gasped, clamping her legs and arms even more tightly around his wet body.

"Oooooohhhhh."

His cock floated up the corridor of her cunt. He could feel the muscles there, too, squeezing shut and beginning their terrific milking action. "I'm gonna make you come," she promised. "Right now."

She floated up and down on his boer. She made sure to rub the top of his thick meat and mushroom head with her erect little clit meat. "Mmmmmm, that's nice."

Soon she had him twitching inside her pussy. "You know," she said, feeling his finger go further and further up her asshole, "this is gonna be good for both of us now."

"I know," he said. feeling his cock ready to explode. "I'm gonna come any minute now."

"Like I said," she sighed. She jammed her buttocks down around his active finger. Her cunt-like asshole shaped itself to take more of his plentiful boner digit. She scraped down, sucked up the digit, in order to be sure that he wouldn't pull out of her as he came. His bone stiff prick began to pulse.

"You're gonna drown me in jism," she grunted. "Do it, Jerry. Fuck me hard!"

He shot his finger with lighting speed up her bunghole. He landed deep in her shithole, deeper than she expected. She leapt forward and upwards and slid nearly off his prick. But when she came down it was onto his pumping cock. The jism shot up into the liquid channel. She reached beneath her own legs and while he came inside her pussy, she massaged his rock hard nuts. He continued to shoot the hot creamy stuff.

"Rub with your finger," she said. "Don't forget me."

He plowed his finger up into her bunghole. She rode him as fast as she could and as he finished shooting off, she began. She rolled her hips back and forth making sure t keep his finger lodged high in her tiny asshole. Her iris muscle split open to take more of his digit. His finger went all the way to the last knuckle. She squirmed and her cunt muscles rolled in waves of orgasmic pleasure.

"Now!" she wailed. "Jam it now!"

He plugged her with his hand. His finger could go no further, but he pressed as hard as he could. Her ass wiggled and the juice slipped out along his cock and disappeared in the massive amount of pool water surrounding them.

When it was over she climbed down off of his prick and floated on her back. The hairs of her pussy stuck up out of the water in a bristly mop-like tangle. Bits of come and was juice could be seen floating and disappearing in the pool. She had a dazed crimson smile on her face. "Jerry," she sighed, still floating on her back, "you're as good as ever."

He'd laid down on the pool steps and was watching his spent prick soften and float in front of him. If it hadn't been attached to him, he guesses, it would float away. He watched his own little elephant trunk shrink and shrivel in the pool water.

"Come over her, Anne," he said. "I want you to see something."

She came off her back and walked over to the steps and ledge where Jerry was.

She looked down at the shrinking cock. "Oooooh," she said. "That's so sad."

He smiled and said: "You can always get him going again." He sat on the steps of the pool so that his cock hung limply out of the water. Anne leaned down on her knees. Only her tits and head and shoulders protruded. but that was all she needed. She dropped her mouth down around the shrunken dick and slid it into her face. "Like this?" she gurgled, water sloshing into her face.

"Something like that," he said. She sucked up the soft dick between her lips.

The head of it was still big even though the shaft had in true accordion style folded closed. But within a few seconds she had him stiff and throbbing again.

"Mmmm. Rub it."

She took to sliding her hand against the shaft of the now big dick. "That was fast."

"Use your tongue, Anne. The way you used to."

She looked at the cock. She used to give him she remembered, all the head he wanted. When theylived together it didn't matter what time of the day he asked, she would always suck him off or give him her wet succulent pussy. Sometimes he would come merely bye running his cock against her tender thigh for a couple of strokes. Other times it would be the fuck up the asshole that worked best.

While she tongued his cock, being sure to keep her face out of the water, she remembered some of the strange places they'd fucked. Once he'd taken her out of the garage and shoved her down onto her hands and knees before the washing had finished. He pulled out his dick and slammed it into her asshole. He hadn't asked that time, not if she wanted it, not if she cared, not even if it was her period. He's just pushed her to the floor and said nothing. He jammed his dick up her asshole and shot off in five seconds. Then he slapped her asscheeks a couple of times. She hadn't known why he did that, but he did. she wondered now, as she licked every inch of his meat, what he would do with the proud member next. She thought back to the time when she'd sucked him so hard that his dick was actually much bigger that it had ever been before. She remembered that day because it was that afternoon that they were to break up.

She sucked him off so large and so red that his dick appeared to have a life of its own. she loved him more right then than she had ever loved him before. And again he'd shoved her to the ground. Only this time she wasn't on her hands and knees, she was lying flat. He pulled open her sweet cheeks and plopped his dick down on the groove. Then he took a bottle of lubricant and had to use the butter knife to scrape out some jelly. They were nearly all out of grease and he needed to get some of the jelly into her groove. He wiped what remained of the grease off of the knife by running it sideways on her asscheek. Then he spread the lubricant from there to this cock as far into her asshole as he could, and when she squirmed too much he slapped her on the leg and pounded his meat in for the kill. She wondered what he had in mind at this time, as she sucked him good in the swimming pool.

"Jerry," she said, sensing some kind of unstated danger. "I don't want you to hurt me." She looked at how large his rod had become. the shaft was thicker and darker, fatter and redder than it was before. It looked ready to burst open like a lit piece of TNT. She wondered if she was going to be in for trouble.

"I wouldn't hurt you, Anne," he said softly. But she sensed something deep within his heart searching to get out at her. She wondered what would happen next.

He stood up with is cock flying like a mast. He shoved her over and around. She bent down for him and her face was near the water. He could get his cock into her asshole just the way she was, but he insisted on pushing her further down.

Her neck he bent forward. "Grab you thighs," he said. "Lean down."

"I'll be under water," she protested. "I don't want to do that." "Take a deep breath, Anne." he said. He lifted his cock up to her asshole and with one hand on her neck, shoved his way in. When he couldn't get past the ring of her curled anal flesh, he shoved her head under water. Her asshole seemed to open up with the bend in her neck.

Anne held her breath under water while Jerry flung his cock into her hole. She tried to come up, but he pushed her down. She had another thirty comfortable seconds, but then she would have to have air. She felt his come come flying into her asshole. It began to burn. Her time was running short. She wiggled her hips. She knew he would come now, immediately, there would be no problem. Other wise, she would have to fight for survival.

"Mmmmm," said Jerry, still himself above water. He loosened his grip slightly on Anne's neck. she came up gasping for air, trying to escape the pain in her asshole. "It's too big," she said, catching her breath. "You've got to-"

But before she could speak he was pressing her down underwater again. She grabbed what breath she could before her head splashed down to the lifeless underwater sex she was being forced to experience. Jerry rode his cock so far into her that what air she'd been able to take in now escaped in a painful scream. She had enough of her wit about her not to take in water. She held her breath and waited for him to shoot his wad.

Jerry pounded his hot meat into the underwater shithole. His cock pulsed and throbbed, ready to drownAnne's incredible asshole. He could feel the tight sphincter muscle beginning to contract on the thick shaft of his meat. He wanted to shoot off. He was just about ready.

Anne jerked her head above water, against the incredible pressure Jerry had around her neck. She went instantly down again with enough air to last for ten seconds and no more. If she had to, she thought, now, she would reach her hand back and rip out his nuts in order to avoid drowning.

It was then that Jerry lunged forward in a surge of orgasmic pleasure. His jism shot down into the underwater canyon. The shithole filled with come and opened wide like a man's jaw. He plowed the rest of his come into Anne's butt and then fell backwards.

She came up breathless and fatigued, ready to drop dead. She'd never been so close to losing her life while fucking. She wondered if Jerry hadn't gone just a little bit crazy in the time she'd not seen him. She looked at him recuperating on the pool steps.

"That scared me, Jerry," she said.

"Tough shit," he said, "I liked it, baby."

"You know," she said, "you haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you," he said. "Neither have you."

She walked past him up the pool steps. He watched her legs, the legs he'd once so admired and loved, disappear into the women's locker room. He stood up and headed for the viewing platform.

He hadn't had his trunks back on for five minutes when the pool opened again.

Members streamed in and filled the Pier Side Club with laughter and splashing and swimming. Jerry took his position up on the lifeguard perch watching them, wondering, thinking to himself that he did not know how he'd gone wrong with those lovely, perfectly sculptured legs that Anne would probably now deny him for the rest of his life. He smiled, however, when he reminisced about her perfectly shaped asshole choked full with his thrusting meat. That made him very, very happy.

Chapter 10

Sue Bender dozed on the livingroom couch. The fucking with Carla and Nick had left her exhausted. But more than tired, no matter what she told either of them, she remained unsatisfied. WhenCarla andNick hadfinally left, together, Sue tried to nap.

But it didn't work. She had an itch in her cunt and a twitch in her asshole. It wasn't the kind of thing she would have told anybody but she admitted to herself that she remained horny.

At first she tried sending her finger roving in her own asshole. But the stimulation was second rate, at best. She needed a big cock in there, and she wanted it soon.

She tried massaging her slit, thinking that perhaps a quick little tug on her clit would get her off. But she knew from months of experience in her married life with Jack that such prodding and fucking never really worked. Finally, in a last desperate move, she whipped out her telephone book and dialed the number of a man she'd seen once or twice while she was married.

To her surprise, Howard Goddard answered the phone immediately. "Howard," shesaid. "Remember me?Susan Bender?"

"No, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I do," said the husky male voice at the other end of the line.

"Maybe if I tell you," suggested Susan, "that I was the one who wanted something special?"

"Of course," said Howard. "How could I forget." Then, in a lusty whisper, he asked: "Is that asshole of yours as tight and juicy as ever?"

"How would you like to find out for yourself?" answered Susan.

"When?"

"Now."

"I'll be right over." The phone went dead. Susan hung up her end of the line and headed for the bathroom. In front of the mirror she inspected her passionate body. The fine lines of her full tits were round and curvy. The nipples were erect, merely because she was thinking how nice it was going to be to have a professional cock shot up her bunghole. While she thought about Howard's dick coming shooting up her asshole her cunt began to pulse.

She quickly massaged her clit with a few deft strokes. The big piece of cunt meat slid back and forth neatly under her accurately stimulating index finger.

Soon the juice flowed — plentifully and she wondered of she even needed Howard Goddard at all. But she decided, painfully, to put off masturbating herself until Howard arrived.

She hopped into the shower singing a pleasant little tune. While she soaped her soft belly and breasts, she hummed "Mares Eat Oats." When she arrived at her asshole she switched to "Beautiful Dreamer." And when she did her cunt, she sang word to "Chattanooga Choo-Choo."

She dried herself off in front of the mirror and made sure tocover herlovely bodywith allsorts of effervescent aromas. She sprayed her underarms and her crotch, used a bit of powder on her nose and finally slipped into a one piece dress. She wore no underwear nor did she use a bra. She combed her long dark hair into place. Then she took a seat in the livingroom and waited for the door bell to ring. sure enough, a few minutes later, Howard Goddard knocked and entered Susan Bender's apartment. "It's been a while," he said, closing the door behind him.

"It sure has," said Susan. She was thinking of her hollow asshole soon to be filled by Howard's gigantic cock. "I missed you." She came off the couch and pressed her body against his in warm embrace and hug.

He leaned forward and kissed her somewhat formally on the cheek. "Mmmm," he said. "It's good to see you, Susan."

"It seems like only yesterday," said Susan Bender. She led Howard to the couch by holding into his hand. He slid next to her. His hand landed gracefully, and as Susan expected, in her long thigh.

"I like it when you touched me that way a few months ago," she said. "Why'd you disappear?"

Howard furrowed his brow. He had dark features and spoke with aplomb. His eyebrows were heavy and they went up and down like little plastic curves on string when he spoke. "Well, you know, Susan, I didn't think you wanted to risk your marriage just then."

"We separated," said Susan. She put her hand on Howard's thigh. "I don't expect," she said, lying through her teeth, "that I'll ever see Jack again."

"Oh," said Howard. "In one way I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be," said Susan. She immediately put her hand down into Howard's crotch.

"You see, Howard, now that I'm alone I'm much more of the woman I've always wanted to be."

"I see," said Howard. "That's good." He watched Susan's hand tour his crotch.

She grabbed at the bulge in his trousers and dropped her other hand into the battle for exposure. In another minute she had Howard's cock sticking out of his pants. She'd pulled down the fly on his pants and had securely located Mr.

Goddard's prick in her right fist. She squeezed, trying to milk the blood up into the blooming hot mushroom head, and now was dropping her face into the tip.

"You ready for this?" asked Susan.

"Of course, dear," said Howard. Still maintaining his distance, he stole a look at her long legs. Then he dropped his hands around her arched back-she'd bent over his crotch-and reached down into the exposed groove at her asshole. His cock slid neatly down her throat.

"Mmmmm," they both hummed.

"You haven't forgotten your old touch, I see."

"No," said Howard. "Certainly not." He smiled and pulled her dress up over her head. "There's the lovely lady I've been wanting to see."

He cupped her tits with both hands, and, smiling, took to teasing the nipples into place. One shot up immediately. the other, reluctantly, shy, waited a moment. But then, with careful coaxing and an application of Howard's gentle fingers, the second titty nipple shot up, like a sky rocket. He puckered his lips. "Mmmm, my dear," he cooed, "I'm going to give you a special little tonguing. Just something to make you twitter all over."

Susan Bender laughed and giggled. She loved the way Howard Goddard carried on, as if her were some kind of old-fashioned fop or gigolo. "Mmmm," she said, "one thing that might help me twitter, as you put it, would be to be a naked man smiling at me."

"But of course," said Mr Goddard. He removed his glasses and his shirt and coat. Smiling his demure smile, he took off his trousers, too. Then his shoes and socks, and, finally, his underwear. "There you have it my dear," he muttered, somewhat less confident in the nude that in his clothes, "the real Howard Goddard."

"I like the real Howard Goddard," said Susan. She ran her fingertips up along Howard's chest. He didn't have a chance to refuse her tender massage. He watchedher delicate small hands go to work on his belly. She slid down onto her knees and applied her succulent lips to the task of sucking him into total passion. His cock flapped upwards with just a touch from her fingers. He flew off in every direction at once, shaking and wiggling. When he settled down, his prick was as stiff as a steel poker, as strong as the most durable plastic. A single large vein pumped up and down in a bulbous portion of itself and then continued forward, disappearing below the heady rim of his mushroom tip, there perhaps to deliver the hot blood necessary to complete the perfect boner.

"Mmmm," hummed Susan. She watched the prick pulse. His meaty shaft made Howard one of Susan's favorite choices for an afternoon ass read. He had a way about him. No matter how much puncturing proved necessary, Howard always made the chore seem easy. She remembered the very first time that she'd met him and suggested the she be fucked up the asshole. He refused, of course, but later fingered her a bit. They met on other occasions, but never had she submitted herself to what she considered the final insult. Never, that is, until today.

Now, as both of them knew full well, Susan would allow Howard all the freedom he wanted from her asshole and if that were not enough for him, then she would find some other way to satisfy him.

She went down on his cock. The mushroom head fit neatly between her lips and she made sure to rub gently the undersideandthetopsideofthat gorgeous meaty flower-like prick head. Her tongue wet down the satin skin and her lips took care of everything else. When she'd stimulated him to a new an easy high, she then applied her mouth to the task. She filled her oral cavity with the man's long thick meat. The thing extended easily into her throat. She cupped her lips on the shaft and determined to make him as hard as she possibly could. She estimated that the fucking itself would take no longer than a few seconds if in fact Howard's monstrous cock had been carefully manipulated into the right shape and, of course, it goes without saying, the proper strength.

With this in mind, she took care to stretch his penis lengthwise in front of her actively sucking lips. She went down the side of his cock the way a hungry midwesterner eats a corn cob. She cleaned him of the kernels that might otherwise have been left intact. When she'd nibbled away and his boner seemed to hum with special intensity, she took the big prick out from between her lips and slid just her tongue up and down the length of the shaft. She made sure to give it a good licking. She concentrated next on the balls. There she sucked first one and then the other into her face. But what turned her on the most was the opportunity to got to work on his fine narrow ass crease. She had him turned over on the couch and ready to be reamed in no time at all. His belly hadn't even hit the sofa when Susan landed her tongue deep into his ass groove.

"Ooooooh, God," cried Howard Goddard. "Susan, I don't remember you being quite so active a fucker when I last met you."

"No," she said, "I have changed somewhat. I'm glad that you noticed." Wit that simple comment, she drove her face between his buttocks and took special care to drill her tongue into the small hole further in.

"Ahhhhh," moaned Howard Goddard, "and I thought it was you in need of me and not the other way around." He laughed out loud as her tongue tickled his bunghole. With the waving of his hips, Susan recognized that Goddard was sufficiently turned on. She also realized that at any minute now he might turn into the horny expatriate of the bunghole and slam her anus hole in half with his huge penis. She was almost wishing that he would when he said: "You know, Susan, I'm not sure why you called me here today. After all, you certainly do seemed liberated and ready for all the sex you can get. I don't think that it should be some sort of a problem for you to get all the fucking you want wherever and whenever you want it. Do I make my question clear?"

"Quite," she said. "Forget it." She pounded her tongue deep into Howard Goddard's asshole. Soon she had him bouncing and complaining that he wanted more than she was giving. She knew that that was some sort of clue. She sat up out from between his legs.

"Now me, Howard. It's only fair."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." She lay down on the carpet and then did a half-push-up, onto her hands and knees. The older man smiled as he inspected the crate of moon flesh.He approached her like a cat concentrating on a tasty morsel just out of his reach.

He dove for the crotch groove. He wanted to make her anus explode like a volcano. He would stick his TNT cock into her cliffside and blow her up. He straddled her legs. This of course pushed her buttocks close together and made the tiny entrance even smaller.

"Howard," she asked, "what are you doing?"

"I always like a challenge," he said. "Don't you know that Sue?"

She laughed and bid him get on with the task. She wiggled her asscheeks as a sign that he should begin. He rubbed the moonshaped orbs of spherical flesh at the ends of her cheeks. Then his palms traveled upwards in gentle circles.

"So gentle?" she queried.

"For the time being," he said. "Just until we really get going."

"Howard," she commented, "I'm am really going. Please?"

"Alright, my dear." He slid one hand into the groove and parted the closed cheeks. Below was the hole itself. He probed it open with a quick stiff finger.

Her anus muscle expanded to twice its normal size. He could see the grooved piece of muscle straining to close. But before he would allow such a disaster to occur, he lifted his cock into place. The mushroom head divided the tight pieces of her ass flesh even more. Into the breach he shot his canon. The prick jerked froward of its own accord and Howard Goddard had landed his phallus in Susan Bender's asshole.

"Harrrruuuuumph," she wailed. "You did it!"

"Of course, my dear," said Howard. He slid his arm around her waist and traveled into her clit space. He found the juicy morsel of flesh ready and willing, twitching with anticipation. He stuffed her pussy with two long fingers and then sought to concentrate on just the piece of penis-cunt. The thing went flapping wildly as Howard rubbed Susan close to orgasmic ecstasy.

"Ahhhh," she cried. "Howard, you do have your ways!" She smiled in her asshole and the opening spread. He took advantage of the found space, stuffed it full of hot meat. "Crud!" cried Susan, "you don't leave a girl much choice."

"Never," said Howard. "They don't always know what to do with it. Why take the chance?" With that he poked her even harder. Her ass rolled around and around his meat moved quickly and accurately to stimulate her long channel. His fingers continued to work successfully on her pussy, too. She throbbed with anticipation of her coming. Soon, she knew, she would spread juice all over Howard, and he, too, would flood her with his hot jism.

"Ahhhh," grunted Howard, "this is the kind of fuck that's worth having a few times a day."

"Try four," said Susan.

"You're kidding," he said, aghast that she was able to stand so much fucking in the asshole. "How do you do it?"

"With my butt," she said, calm and deliberately. "I like it so much that I want to get as much cock up there as possible."

"Good for you," said Howard. He decided to take Susan's butt seriously. He jacked up his prick and started to drill for oil. She writhed in total ecstasy.

"Rub, Howard," she wailed. "Rub hard."

He prodded her pussy and her asshole in a kind of alternating cadence. First the asshole would get a surge of hot meat, then the cunt would get two fingers rubbing down the clit and environs.

"Good rub there, Howard. Keep it up."

He was amazed at her incredible composure. Deciding that she hadn't had enough penetration, he thrust his massive experienced hips forward. Now she knew he was getting close to filling her.

"Yikes," she cried. "That's hot!"

"Yes," said Howard. "And long, too." With that he shot his meat the rest of the distance. He'd buried the whole hog in her now.

"Ugh," she complained. "it's getting a little full the there, Howard. Do you think-"

She never had a chance to finish her question. His response, however, would most likely have been the same: an explosive downward push landing his cock totally within her anal cavity.

"Oooooooh." She wiggled to escape. Howard latched onto her firmly. His hand on her neck his arm around her waist, she didn't have a chance. His huge phallus wandered in her anal cavity until he located the perfect crevice and a delightful angle. Then he began to jiggle his rod, like a trout fisherman teasing out the prey, and his mushroom head exploded.

"Ooooooh, fuck!" she moaned. "That's it!"

His jism floated into a place where she thought she could feel the flow of a hot lava river inside her bowels. In fact, it was Howard Goddard's incredible semen making a trough for itself to run through her belly. Up and away floated the strange river of come, into her willing and sucking gut. Her iris muscle clamped down and took as much of the juice as the source would supply. she wanted it all and then some. Howard wasn't about to stop her from trying to get it, either.

"And you, my dear?" he asked simply. But his question, too, fell on deaf ears.

Susan had begun to shoot off. Her rolling pelvis and big gasps, her wailing, all portended the orgasm she now entered. Her hips rocked this way and thatandherjuiceflowedeasilyfrom her open finger-fucked channel.

"Ahhhhh," she cried, "There it is!" The juice poured and her muscles sucked on the big phallus at her rear.

"Mmmm," hummed Howard, as the juice flowed out of his cock. She was sucking things from him that he didn't know he had.

When it was over, Howard rolled his prick from side to side. He slid out of the cunt-like orifice in Susan's rear. the buttocks flapped close, between Howard's knees, and his cock hung limp like a piece of dripping spaghetti.

"Nice," said Susan. "Very, very nice." She rolled onto the floor, a heap of spent flesh.

Chapter 11

Jack Bender finished off with the red-headed, red bushed Linda at Sandy Cliff and started out in search of lovely Dawn, his ride home. He crossed the Sandy Cliff grounds and ran smack into Dawn's farewell to the tall blond she'd so wanted to fuck. Once they'd said goodbye, Jack took Dawn bye the arm and said:

"Let's get our clothes and get out of here. Believe it or not I'm supposed to meet my wife in twenty minutes.

Dawn smiled her deep and mysterious smile and followed jack into the Sandy Cliff dressing room. They checked out and picked Dawn's sports car. On the open road Jack explained the importance of the up and coming meeting with his wife:

"You see, Dawn, six months ago Susan and I couldn't get it on. Most of the time we didn't know what it was. We decided on a six month reprieve. But now she says she knows what makes her have orgasms. And I've been practicing myself, sending it up all the assholes I could find. So tonight, if it works out, Susan and I will probably get back together again."

"Wow," said Dawn, shifting gears on her car and pulling them through a hair-pin curve, "this is an important meeting!"

When they hit the local beach, Dawn made a point of driving directly by the Pier Side Club. In the back of her mind she wanted a chance meeting with the lifeguard, Jerry, who'd so thoroughly plowed her asshole earlier that day. Not that she didn't like Jack, but after all, he was looking forward to a meeting with his wife.

Sure enough, as they passed the entrance to the Pier Side Club, Dawn noticed that Jerry was sitting on the steps outside. She screeched the car to a stop and yelled out the window: "Waiting for someone?"

At first Jerry didn't recognize Dawn, mostly because he couldn't see past Jack who sat in the window seat. But when he did, he raced to the other side of the card and said: "Hey, I was just thinking about you."

"And I about you, too." said Dawn. She gave another of her lovely smiles. "Why not join us?"

"Right," said Jerry. He climbed into the back seat and the threesome were on their way to Jerry's. It was ten till eight, ten minutes before the big rendezvous.

Neither Jack nor Jerry knew that the other of them fucked Dawn's asshole. She played if fairly cool and kept the conversation on Jack's plan to get together with his wife. "By the way," she said, as they pulled up at Jack Bender's apartment, "what's your wife's name?"

"Susan," said Jack. "Susan Bender."

Jerry's face went white. "Susan Bender?"

"Yes, you know her?" asked Jack.

"Oh, ah, no, I mean, ah, not exactly. Just casually. You know." The fact of the matter, of course, was that Jerry had fucked Susan the night before. And the other fact was that Jerry, the man in front of him must have been the man Susan said wouldn't fuck her up the asshole. Jerry's face returned to a normal color as he tried to think quickly about how to avoid a confrontation.

"Why don't you come in?" said Jack. "Susanloves company, if she's still the same girl I knew six months ago."

"I don't know," said Dawn, "how good an idea that would be."

Just then Susan pulled up in her car. She'd left Howard Goddard asleep on her living-room floor, showered, dressed and left the house just in the nick of time to make the eight o'clock appointment.

"Hello, Jack," she called out, not seeing Jerry in the back seat of the car yet. "Well," she said, as she came up to the sportscar and saw Dawn. "who's this?"

All of a sudden she looked in the back seat. She blushed a deep red and said casually to Jerry: "Hello."

Jerry smiled and blushed himself. The Dawn suggested, "Well, I guess you two want to be alone."

"I suppose so," said Jack, getting out of the car. He came around to the other side of the car and took Susan by the arm. "See everybody later! Bye!"

"See ya," said Dawn. "Maybe at Sandy Cliff."

"So long," said Jerry, climbing up to the front seat. He slid a hand down Dawn's long dark thigh and smiled. "Going my way?"

"I think so," said Dawn. She smiled and shoved the stick into gear. The car raced backwards, skid left, and then shot forward away from Jack Bender's house.

Inside Jack was preparing drinks. "You know," said Susan, "I have not been with you so long that it's like being out with a stranger."

"I know," said Jack. "But it's fun, too. More fun than with strangers." He watched his wife's ass wiggled around the room as she inspected the new acquisition to her former home. She had smooth buns, but it looked good on her.

He wondered if her asshole would be as easy as Dawn's of Linda's or Cheryl's and Cindy's. Or maybe she would be tight.

Susan, for her part, wasn't really looking at the miscellaneous additions. She was wondering if Jack would come through for her, would plow her asshole they way she'd wanted it all along.

"You know, Jack," she said, accepting the drink from him, "I was wondering just now if we were going to be able to get it on the way we want to or not."

"We can try," said Jack, setting down his drink. He leaned forward and kissed his former-present wife on the cheek. She kissed him back on the lips. "I think," she said, "we're starting off in the right direction, anyhow."

"Yeah," said Jack. He ran his hand up under her blouse. "That's nice," he said, feeling her taut nipples. "I bet you keep them up just in case, eh?"

"Sure," she said. She leaned forward and undid the buttons on his shirt. She wanted to get started quickly, just to make sure than in case things didn't work out she'd still have time tomake the night worthwhile.Jack responded coolly. He helper her remove the shirt. Soon they were both nude and sitting on the couch. Jack remembered and refreshed his memory about his wife's lovely tits. The nipples were big and read and the soft pools of brown flesh surrounding them were soft and heated. "Mmmmmm," she said as he applied his lips to one tit, "that's nice, Jack."

"I know about what you might want me to do," said Jack. "I's like to try it, too."

"Good," she said. "I think it means a lot to me that you want to give it a try anyhow. Even if it doesn't work out." She smiled and asked. "Do you have anything to maybe ease the pain?"

"Sure," he said. He brought out the tube of lubricant that he now kept in a drawer near the couch. "Here we go," he said.

His wife took the position on hands and knees. "Grease me up, Jack," she said.

"We may as well get going." She still didn't believe that he was going to satisfy her this way. They'd argued about it often before that it seemed like a dream come true to her that he was actually going to fuck her up the asshole.

He smiled because he knew what she was thinking.

He greased up his cock and then spread a healthy amount of the grease along her asscrease. The spreading buttocks looked red and a bit tired. But Jack's cock was somewhat used, too, so he shouldn't really complain. He smiled and threw the grease aside.

Susan looked him over. "You're not very hard."

"I know," he said simply. "Will you help me?"

She smiled and reached around to take his dick. Then she slid her hand under it and played lightly with the firming cock. She gently pulled and tugged on the erect penis. When she grew a little bored of manipulating the cock itself, she worked down to his nuts. there she ran a finger around each ball and up in Jack's asshole. He turned for her.

"You know," she said, investigating his bunghole, "as long as we knew each other you were never so gentle and accepting of my love as you are tonight."

"I was a fool," said jack. The next thing he knew he could feel a long narrow tongue, his wife's, Susan's, sliding up into his asshole. His sphincter muscle expanded to give her room to move in. She slurped at his crack and then drilled downwards, searching out his anus muscle and the cavity below. she found the going relatively easy now and it looked that the ream would be successful.

"Wow," said Jack Bender, "that's really good, Susan."

"I'm glad you like that," she said, coming up for air. She rubbed her hands along the inside of his legs. The she slid down and applied her active and talented tongue to the proper target. She dove for the shit canyon below and lodged her long mouth muscle within the circumference of the circle of fleshy tight sphincter.

"Whoa!" shouted Jack. "That's really good."

She reached around and took his greased cock with her long fingers. His asshole squirmed with delight as her tongue applied pressure to the bunghole within, and his cock throbbed in ecstasy as her hands rubbed his shaft and nuts to a perfect sexual pitch. "Mmmmmm." she hummed in his asscrease, "I can tell you're getting good and ready."

She worked on him like a professional. Within a few strokes she'd brought his cock to a new strong thrusting stiffness while she'd continued to eat out and ream his shithole. "Mmmmmm," hummed Jack. "Baby, I love you."

He turned around and took a good hold on the firm nipples. He tweaked one and sucked the other. She crawled with goose flesh. Her spine tingled with the mouth watering treatment applied to her breasts. The big full titties jiggled and bounced as Jack gave them his all. He slid down Susan's belly and ended up over her snatch.

"Will you eat me a little?" she said. "Before you plow my asshole?"

"Whatever you want, babe," he said calmly. He dropped down into her pussy. His hands went automatically into her asshole at the same time. Thus he'd managed to stick in his tongue, into her pussy, and to plug her hole, her asshole, with his fingers. She squirmed in delight, crying: "Rub. Rub hard."

He stuck his finger into her shit canyon. He wanted to make sure she properly prepared for the huge cock that would soon be steaming in her crater. His tongue licked the vigorously juicing surface of her small clit meat. The slippery sensitized flesh bounced to attention and it was an easy matter for him to apply the full length of his nibbling lips to her fine little prick-meat. Soon he had her going at full speed, moaning and groaning while he twirled his finger in her asshole.

"Oh, God, Jack," she wailed, "I wish we'd never been apart. It's so terrible not to be near you. I hate myself for for not having you around all the time."

He jammed his prick-like finger harder up her asshole. She wailed with passionate delight to have his digit probing her bunghole. "Yee Gods," she cried, "give it to me, Jack. Rub."

He rubbed vigorously at her pussy. Her clitmeat responded like a small animal.

There was a bounce and a pulse formthe littlemeat andthe juice flowed plentifully. Jack smiled and jammed his finger, twirled it between the soft creamy asshole cheeks.

"Soon," he said, "it's going to be time to fuck that hole, you know."

"Please!" she said. "The sooner the better."

That was all the stimulus Jack needed. He slid his tongue out of her pussy and dropped his finger from her asshole. He pushed her onto her belly and fell between her legs. "Are you ready, baby?"

"Yeah," grunted Susan. "Give it to me,Jack. Make it last forever."

Jack slid his cock shaft along the greased groove. she opened her iris muscle as though it were a miniature eyeball. The circle of flesh smiled at him, winked. He stuffed it with a finger, just to be sure he had the range. Then he slid his cock once more between thecreamy buttocks.

She rose automatically, involuntarily, like a pneumatic lift, to her hands and knees. There she began to wave her fanny in his face. "Cone on," she pleaded,

"stuff it up good."

"Yeah," said Jack. "But the longer you wait the better it'll be."

"Mmmm," she groaned as his cock slid along the outside of her volatile canyon.

He reached around with his hands and buried his middle finger in her pussy.

"Finger fuck me," she said. "Rub hard." He did so. "Ooooooh."

He slid his mushroom head to the gate of her shityard. "Here we go, honey," he said. "Get ready."

She took a good firm grip on the arm of the couch. She held on so tight that her nails dug into the fabric. He lifted his big mushroom head like a ramrod, weighted for crashing doors, and slammed his prick into her hole. The head slid into the delicate entrance, stuck slightly in the iris muscle which had contracted severely, and then plowed down deep. He drilled her anus cavity and landed his cock half-way into her butt.

"Oh, God, shit!" she yelled. "You're so damn big, Jack!"

"All the better to fuck you," he said. He showed no mercy. He jumped onto her fanny with everything he had. His cock nudged forward, inched like a caterpillar into the small space. He looked like an earthworm seeking shelter.

"Fuck me hard, Jack. Don't fuck around, give it to me."

He had no idea how much her asshole could take. He assulted her faster and faster. Slowly but sure his dick worked its way into the narrow shit space.

Soon he had traveled the distance. His cock was as far into her bunghole as he imagined it would go.

"It's not enough, Jack," she cried. "Give me more." Her knuckles had turned white. Her fanny cheeks were red and sore. Her iris muscle had been so severely attacked that it had probably stretched out permanently. But she begged for more: "Fuck me harder there, Jack. My asshole is empty. I'm begging you, give me more."

He pounded with his hips. His groin smacked like clapping hands against her creamy buttocks. And still she begged for more. He worked hard to slide his dick betweenthe buttocks, to bury the entire phallus in her volcanic hole.

"Fucking-A!" her cried. "What do you want from me?" He slid his hands around in front of her and took hold of her clit. He rubbed the little piece of meat as softly and firmly as he could. He made sure that it was erect and that there was plenty of juice easing out, too. He shoved hard with his fingers, and pushed with his prick.

Finally, there was some sort of break-through. Her asshole opened a notch wider, her shit canyon widened, her cheeks flapped back and away. jack Bender filled the breach.

"Oh, yiow!" cried Susan. "That's too fucking much now!"

Jack plowed hard.

"No, stop!" she cried. "Jack, please stop!"

He could not stop if he wanted to. She had to remember this fuck up the asshole if their marriage was to last. He had to give her more of his cock than he'd ever before supplied any woman. He wanted her to know what lengths he would travel to keep her. She reared up under the terrific pressure of his pleasure giving member and she yelled: "No more! Please! No more!" He did not stop.

"Oh, God! No." Her asshole sweat out a steady stream of perspiration. She could feel his groin slapping against her creamy soft buttocks. Her tits bounced for side to side so violently, so quick was his movement. They began to ache, too, with the forceful fucking that so shook her body.

"No, shit!" she called. She started to pass out, but then, all of sudden Jack had located the perfect angle. In that instant the fucking up Susan Bender's asshole changed from painful to gratifying, from terrifying to terrific. All of asudden she hadexactly what shewanted. "Oooooooh," she moaned. "That's it!"

He said: "Good, baby, good. Now you've got it, eh?" He jammed his pecker harder and faster. None of it hurt his wife. She took it all in. His meat was totally buried in her burning cunt-like bunghole. She loved the feel now, she had what she wanted: her husband's sword ripping her buttocks and her anal cavity to shreds.

"Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "Give it to me good, Jack!" She ground her hips into his groin. Her asshole sweated out the grease along his massive cock shaft.

There was no stopping either of them now. It was the fuck that they'd waited six months for. And it was working to bring them back together.

"Oh, God, Jack," she cooed, "I love you. I love that monster prick of yours in my hole. Everything that happened was my fault."

"No," said Jack, shoving his cock and sliding it into a crevice that he'd not yet seered with his flaming sword prick, "it was my fault." He jabbed her with his pecker.

"Maybe it was both of us," said Susan Bender, rocking her hips in order to give him more pleasure in her asshole. "Who knows. It doesn't make any difference now that we're together again."

He shove hard. His cock buried down deep. "Are you ready for the final thing?" he asked her.

"You know I am," she said. "Give it to me!"

He smiled and slugged her butt with his cock. The jism spilled out of the head of his prick and ran upwards along her colon, deep into her sucking bowels. She couldn't have stopped the hot juice from flowing if her life depended on it. He pumped steadily, as if he hadn't had a piece of ass in a year. His jism shot upwards, like a stream of hot lava. There was no way that she could not succumb to the terrific gushing in her asshole.

"Oooooh." She opened her canyon wide. Suddenly she was no longer in proud possession her tight little hole. It was all his. Everything belonged to Jack, her asshole, her cunt, her tits, all of her body was a pulsing mass of orgasmic fluid that he could mold or shape or crush if he wanted to. Her own thick fluid poured from her twat. Jism was everywhere. Jack pulled out of her asshole and shot the remainder of his come up and down her back. She juiced and continued to pulse. He rammed his finger up her pussy and felt th gushing contracting muscles go instantly to work. Her clit throbbed entirely of its own accord.

There was no stopping her. She was coming like a Chinese firecracker.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. "Shit me around!" She turned around and grabbed her husband toward her. She rubbed her tits up and down his body. To make sure, she took his cock and slammed her pussy onto it. She squeezed every last drop of jism out of him.

When they were through, Jack rolled over and off of Susan. She came to him, however, and pushed him onto his belly. She ran her tongue up and down his ass crease. She drilled the space with saliva and licked up the loose hairs and fecal matter. She made sure that his asshole was so completely reamed that he could never complain.

Then she leaned down to his spent cock. She licked the flesh of the meaty shaft, the balls below, and the she kissed his loins. When she came back to his mushroom head and discovered yet another drop of brackish come and fecal matter, she took that, too, and swallowed hard, making sure to get him as clean as a whistle. "Jack," she moaned between swallows, "that's delicious. You fucked me just the way I like it. You know?" She licked up and down his rod, made sure that he was properly cleansed. then she gently kissed his balls and lay back with her head on his shoulder.

"I think everything's going to be alright," she said.

"At last," said Jack. "This ass fucking is the thing that saved, me you know."

"Me, too," she said. "I can't wait until you get a nice firm prick hard-on again, Jack" Her creamy tits shook with delight, just from thinking about having his cock reaming out her asshole again. "You know, I think I can come every time like that."

"Good," said jack. He was watching his wife's titties spring up to attention.

It looked like she'd be ready soon. She swung around and sat down near his cock. "You want me to suck you off again?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. She licked the sides of his cock, pulled his meat into her mouth, and sucked.

"Ooooooh," creamed Jack. "Another five minutes and I'll be ready to make another dent in your ass."

"Yeah, baby," said Susan Bender. "We're gonna have some life together now, aren't we?" She went down on his cock and felt the thing get hard. An itch started up in her asshole, deep in her bowels where she knew Jack, her husband, and now, her lover, would soon scratch her into orgasm.

"You bet we are," said Jack Bender, pulling his stiff meat out of her face and throwing her onto her hands and knees again. He spread her asshole cheeks apart and stuffed her bunghole full with his hot meat. "You bet we are!"

Content

Lee Ryder
Rearend raptures

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11