"That you were, Sandy!" he assured her.
"Do we go out there and casually lie about how I came up with ideas about fixing Rhoda's clock?"
"No," he said, chuckling. "If anyone really asks, the truth is always best. Tell her that you fixed my clock!"
***He could hear the sounds of their orgy as he walked around the cabin in search of food. Spying a garbage can, his muzzle drooled. Quickly the white dog toppled the can, the scraps of food spilling out. Nosing through the scraps, he licked up chunks of leftover meat and vegetables.
Fully satisfied, he licked his muzzle and listened to the noise of squeaking beds and the sounds of cocks and cunts merging together.
Now that his hunger had been sated, another urge overcame him – the mating urge. Uplifting his nose, he sniffed the air. The scent of pussy – hot wet pussy assailed his senses. He followed the smell to the back of the cabin, and he stood beneath an open window.
The odor of the man-bitch's cunt was the same as the scent that he had whiffed at the beach. The familiar hot pangs surged through his cock, the head emerging from the bristle of fur that surrounded the base of his dog-prick.
He howled, an angry fearful cry that echoed his sexual frustration; and the cry was still in the air when the man-bitch came to the window and peered out.
The dog was gone, heading for the sanctuary of his den before the woman could see what had caused such a howling cry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shelley walked quietly up behind Andy and stood there undetected as he swore softly, rebaited his hook, and lowered it into the water. He sat on the bank at the southwesternmost tip of the lake.
"What on earth are you doing, Andy?" Shelley whispered. She gasped as he almost slid into the lake, startled by her unexpected nearness.
"I came to fish, but I damn near went swimming," he said in a surly voice. Then he turned and grinned at her. "Hell, I might as well. Those damn Oscars that Dur put in here are stealing all my bait. I wanted some channel cat for dinner."
"I love catfish," she said. "What are you using… chicken guts?" She moved up to sit beside him, and their thighs touched warmly as she wiggled into a comfortable position.
"No, I'm trying calf liver at the moment, just to see what it is they want."
"Can I hold your pole for you?" she asked. She giggled softly as her hand slid into his lap and grasped the soft shaft of his cock.
"Christ, yes!" he said. "You can hold that pole any time, Shel baby!" He groaned pleasurably as she worked the shaft in her hand. "Jack me off into the water, and maybe those catfish will surface to see what's going on."
"The Oscars will gobble it up first," she told him. "I've seen Dur toss in pieces of canned dog food to them; they ate a whole can once in less than five minutes."
"On second thought," Andy said, laying his pole on the bank, "I'd hate to waste the load on them. Can you think of a better use for it?"
"I'm sure I can, now that you seem to be tired of fishing!" Shelley lay back on the grassy bank and looked up at the leaves of the nearest tree, fluttering high above her in a gentle breeze.
Andy turned and studied the voluptuous curves of her body. He liked the firm shapeliness of her, enjoyed watching her tits rise and fall with her breathing, the nipples quivering pinkly at the summits of the pale mountains.
He fell across her and started sucking a tit greedily. She hummed happily and wiggled as tiny thrills raced over her. He got serious with her, working her tit with his lips and tongue. When he did, she squealed with the intense sensation.
He seized her other tit and gave it the same treatment, then left it to nuzzle into her crotch. She whimpered and pulled her thighs out of the way. He thumbed aside the pouting outer lips, widening the pink slit into a rosy furrow that was covered with creamy moisture.
The blonde hairs around it were glistening like gold in the sunlight reflected off the lake, and her compelling female steam rose like a vapor into his eager nostrils. He groaned and cupped the fleshy cunt mouth with his lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside, past her inner lips and into her hole.
She moaned, rocking her ass to add movement to his tonguings. He teased her twat for a while, then gave the entrance a series of sucks that made her squeal.
When he began playing with her clit, she could not keep her ass still. It vibrated and churned around so that Andy had to grab her ass with both hands so he could eat her pussy without interruption.
"You're driving me crazy, Andy!" she gasped. But he knew she wanted it to continue, and he nibbled her clit more fiercely, adding interim sucks and milkings that caused it to swell and throb. His cock was throbbing, too; the taste and textures of her twat had gotten him feverishly excited.
She yelled as she came, her cunt jerking upward as her legs tensed, throwing her body into an arched bridge. He fell away as she quivered and quaked, then watched her ease down to the grass and lie there, moaning softly and smiling to herself with her eyes closed tightly.
He put a hand on her knee and she rolled over, not wanting to be fucked for a while – not until her delicious orgasm had completely faded away. But Andy was too hot to just sit there and wait for her. He had to do something to take his mind off his eager prick.
Shelley whimpered a little as he rolled her over the rest of the way, leaving her lying on her belly in the grass. He stuck his tongue into the crack of her ass and trailed it downward. She squealed as it found the tight blossom of her asshole, but Andy held her cheeks apart and began tonguing the snug little brownie.
His chin spread her cheeks as the tip of his tongue stabbed rapidly, again and again, in hot, wet darts that attacked her resisting muscle. After a while, she began to moan and whimper steadily, for the thrills he was causing had caught up to the fading sensations of her climax, and were keeping them alive, fanning the flames of her passion mercilessly.
"You're killing me, Andy!" she cried. She could feel her hot cream oozing out of her pussy into the grass, and she tried to end the ecstatic torture of his tonguing by bucking upward, but it was not easy to buck from this position as when she lay on her back!
"I give up!" she yelled. "Let me roll over, Andy! Fuck me, please! I can't take this!"
He released her and she rolled over to face him. Her features were darkly flushed, a coloring that ran down past her tits and onto her belly. He knew she was really worked up to a grand state!
When he put the tip of his prick in the slippery petals of her snatch, it slid upward and touched her clit, making her cry out again. He retrieved it, centered it at the entrance to her hole, and drove into her churning cunt with all his might.
"ARGHHH!" Shelley screamed as he filled her hole and rammed the hairy base of his cock against the tender tip of her clitoris. He began stroking into her with long, searching fucks that reamed the wet walls of her sheath with his knob.
The periodic claspings as her cunt muscles continued their spasms hurried him, and he speeded up his long strokes, burying his knob in her slushy depths and pulling it almost free of her quivering cunt mouth.
"Andy!" she cried. "Stay inside me… I'm going to come!"
The news startled Andy. He was sure she had been having a steady series of climaxes from the moment he entered her. What was she going to do to top that?
He found out. Her cunt began to convulse around him, squeezing his prick powerfully every few seconds. And Shelley was emitting gurgling moans as her body twitched uncontrollably. Andy could not hold out against the odds. He felt his first jet squirt down her tunnel as he drove into her hole, desperately seeking the bottom so he could empty his balls with her sheath clasping his cock snugly.
He pumped the hot cum into her until he was spent, then stayed there, grunting contentedly, as she thrashed her arms and legs in the air, and sobbed with a weirdly wild joy as she jerked out her completion.
Andy disengaged himself and stretched out on the grass, letting the leaf-filtered sunlight pour over him as he breathed deeply to calm himself. He chased a deerfly away from his sticky cock and heard Shelley swear and slap at it when it landed on her.