They came together, exploding wildly as they groaned and grunted and struggled, each trying to feast as long as possible. Then they were both fighting to free themselves from the delicious pain of continued stimulation.
As they lay in the grass, resting before their return to the cottage, Denise glanced up at the cliffside. She stared at a spot of white, barely visible in the shadowy recess of what looked like a cave.
"Is that your wild white dog up there?" she asked. Jack had told the story again, by request, and the refreshed memory now made him think for a brief moment that it was the dog he was seeing.
"Noooo… I don't think so," he said finally, convinced that the white patch was too small, even for the head of the beast. "He isn't a Pueblo Indian, you know, Denise. He'd have to have a ladder to get into a hole or ledge halfway up that cliff. Come on. Let's go back to that bed. For some reason, I'm suddenly pooped!"
***The hunt had been good tonight, and the rabbit warmed the lean belly from the inside while the glossy white fur kept it warm from without. Bounding over the boulders, all four of the huge paws found familiar spots, carrying the big white beast into the cave.
He padded to the mouth that opened onto the cliffside, sniffed again at the thing he had found in his nest, far in the back corner of the cave, earlier in the evening. It had the strong male scent of man, but there was also the man-bitch scent.
He whined softly as he remembered the man-bitch he had fucked; it had been good, that unexpected mating. Did this thing in his cave have to do with one of the man-bitches that came to stay in the caves-that-smelled-like-trees, down by the lake?
There was the smell of blood, too. Had the man-bitch been hurt? Or was it the kind of bleeding he knew from his coupling with that young coyote bitch?
What was more important, was there a chance that the man-bitch would return here? He would like to slide his cock into another roomy, warm thing like he had found in that other man-bitch!
He whined more loudly now; his prick extended readily from its white-furred covering, and a drop of his seed oozed out to fall onto the stone floor. He growled deep in his throat, then padded into the rear corner of the cave, sniffed cautiously as he turned around several times, and lay down in his rocky bed.
CHAPTER SIX
All evening, Ross Ordwell had been eyeing Coral McNally with just a little more lust than he expended in his gazes at the other females. He found himself developing the galloping hots for the luscious strawberry blonde, and he thought that she had given him several unusually sultry and meaningful looks in return.
There was something about the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her. So he stayed alert at all times, and was prepared when the spontaneous mating moment arrived.
When he eased her out the doorway of the Cartwright cottage, his hand warmly caressing the small of her back, his prick was so hard and erect that it jabbed her in the left cheek of her ass.
"Anxious brute, isn't he?" Coral giggled as she ran across the porch and onto the beach. Ross hurried to catch up with her. They walked from that point on – a fast walk, but still a walk, rather than a run. They realized that they wanted to conserve their energies for more important exercise.
"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," Ross told her as they rounded the southeast corner of the lake and crossed the beach in front of the McNally cottage. "If there was a way to duplicate myself, I'd do it… just so several of me could molest the hell out of you at once – some eating you, some screwing you, some fucking you in that lovely mouth – Christ! I almost go out of my gourd just thinking about it!"
"I think I prefer one Ross at a time," she told him. "You should, too. If there were several of you gang-banging me, each one would get a share of the fun. We can give you all their shares by taking one step at a time. Besides… I don't know if I could take on so many Rosses at once. I seem to remember being pretty sore and tender after our last session!"
They entered the McNally cottage quietly until Coral saw that the door to Tom's soundproof room was closed; then she went to the bar, turned on the stereo tape player, and waved a hand at the back bar.
"Make me something sexy to drink," she told him. "I'll be right back."
"I've been making it all evening," he quipped. "And keeping it hot for you." Her liquid laughter trailed behind her as she disappeared into the bathroom. Ross built her a time bomb: Green Chartreuse, vodka, Angostura and water. He buzzed it in the mixer and poured it over the rocks. Then he poured himself a Scotch and water.
Coral collected Ross and the drinks and steered the party to the bedroom. She tasted her Seducers Special, rolled her eyes at him, and set it on her nightstand with a respectful caution.
"That has an air of potency about it," she said.
"To be sipped slowly and often," Ross told her, taking a big swallow of his own drink before setting it down. He took her in his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her nipples as they stabbed him in the chest.
His hands explored her from shoulders to butt, then rounded her very female hips and pulled her to him. His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile hard-on against her skin.
Their lips met, opened, slithered together. Their tongues began thrusting, seeking, fucking at the hot moist mouths that panted with increasingly hot breath. Moans crept into the kissing. Now and then one of them would bite gently, nipping the other's tongue or lip excitedly.
They eased onto the bed, and soon Ross had Coral stretched out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He kissed her tits, nibbled around the firm mounds, bit and sucked the puffy nipples, and milked them.
He licked and kissed his way down her belly and into the bright rose-gold floss of her cunt hair. Her body was shaking and she whimpered and gasped as he split her cunt with eager thumbs and pressed his mouth to the hot, wet slit.
His tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick lips and massaged them tantalizingly. He let the tip of his tongue contact the peeping tip of her erect clitoris, and she cried out to him.
"Oh, Ross! Give it a few sucks!" Her voice was desperately eager, and he seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward.
Coral squealed happily and Ross mouthed the little bud closer to its base; he milked it, sliding it within its delicate mantle, back and forth, back and forth. Coral began to moan loudly as the thrills became unbearable.
He switched again, surprising her with another suck that made her clit seem to swell to double its normal size. She groaned as if he had hit her in the belly with his fist. Her thighs gripped his head firmly and her ass nibbled at the sheets as she tightened her butt cheeks in reflex.
"ARGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook with the force of a tremendous orgasmic wave. He felt the quiverings of her cunt as the inner lips vibrated against his chin, and he heard the faint gurglings as her juice was squished around in her convulsing cunt.
He sucked again, hard, and she shrieked as she moved her thighs to tear his head from her crotch. He got out of the way and ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes where it had been mussed by her legs.
Coral lay still, moaning softly and gasping as the thrills continued to race through her, slower and slower, until she was able to let her feet down onto the bed. But she kept her eyes closed for several minutes.
"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?" she said. "They'd have to carry me away in a basket!" Her eyes fluttered open and their green depths seemed to be burning hotly, with little flames of brighter green flashing at him.