"God, Ross! Don't make me come that way!" she pleaded. "I need my strength… I want to come with your… cock inside me!"
Reluctantly, he abandoned his feast. He crawled into the outspread vee of her legs, kneeling carefully in the exact spot he judged would position him properly. He laid his cock in the wet warmth of the flared cuntlips, nosed the tip into the fleshy funnel of her hole, and shoved slowly but firmly into her swat.
The heated walls of her cunt clasped his dick snugly. He could feel the throat of her cunt swallowing his tool. It took him several deep breaths to regain his faltering control. Rhoda's cannibal cunt was tremendously stimulating to enter, even though he had sampled it before and was prepared for it!
Then he was balls-deep in her snatch; he felt the embrace of those greedy outer lips as they suctioned around the sensitive package of his scrotum. His nuts seemed to dance wildly for a second, and then he began to screw her with a spiral drive that gave him the feel of every square centimeter of her vibrant, grasping sheath.
She was juicing like a bitch in heat, and he sensed the tiny rivulets that washed his balls before trickling down to be lost in the sand.
"Oh, that cock!" she moaned. "Keep it up, Ross! Fuck the piss out of me!"
He groaned and bit his lip, continuing his slow, grinding thrusts without let-up. From previous experience, he knew what to expect from her, and when she gasped loudly, he braced himself to fight for control.
Her cunt clamped on his prick like a vise, then relaxed as she gasped loudly. He changed his timing, fucking into her, then holding his cock there as she clamped down in the next spasm, during which he withdrew slightly for the next thrust.
Moaning, she completed her series of convulsions. Only the weight of his body kept Ross in the saddle, for her ass bucked on the sand constantly. When she went slightly limp, he began to screw her in earnest once more.
She squealed weakly, seemed to try to escape by wiggling out from under him, then abruptly changing her tactics to meet his every drive with a tossing of her pelvis and a gulping of her cunt.
The stimulus of her first orgasm was still with her, and it speeded up the second climb considerably. She started to grunt and moan, with little whimpering sounds interspersed between. Then she cried out loudly.
"Ross! Oh, squirt it in me!" Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and sobbed as he shot his load in her insatiable cunt. The first hot jet triggered her claspings again, and the milking action took his last drop from his balls in a painfully voluptuous ecstasy.
When they fell apart finally, sand seemed to be clinging to them everywhere, especially where their juices mingled. Ross guessed that he must have thrown up a bunch of sand with his knee when he withdrew.
"Let's swim in and rinse off this damn sand before it grinds off our play-toys!" he said. He held out a hand for Rhoda to gasp. She got up and looked across the lake as they started for the water.
"Looks like everyone's late over there," she said. "No cars at the McNallys' or the Lafayettes'."
***He had come to the lake to drink, but as he looked over the edge of the cliffs he watched the man and woman fucking on the beach. He lay down, the sun warming his white fur.
Instinctively he knew what the man and woman were doing as they writhed and grappled on the beach. His ears perked up and he could hear the woman's voice screaming in ecstasy as she climaxed.
He watched as the couple on the beach got up, dusted the sand from their glistening bodies, then walked hand in hand toward the woods.
He rose, then cautiously trotted down the hill, ears raised, eyes alert. He stopped near the edge of the woods and looked over the stretch of beach sand. He could hear the man and woman laughing and giggling, but the sounds of their voices were diminishing as they moved further into the woods.
Moving at a brisk trot, the white dog hurried across the sand. He stopped abruptly to sniff the sand where the couple had lain. He could smell cunt and semen, sweat and human flesh. Then he hurried to the shoreline and lapped at the cool water.
CHAPTER TWO
Cassandra Lafayette was sprawled, belly down, on the flat rock that formed the floor of the tiny cave. Her miniskirt was higher than usual on her thighs, due to the wiggling she had been doing as she gazed through Tom McNally's binoculars at the beach below.
She shook her head to chase away a persistent deerfly, and her mahogany hair flew around her in wispy tendrils, then settled on her back and shoulders and the cave floor. Tom McNally, seated beside her, caught the fragrance of her hair and felt his rock-hard cock throb in anticipation.
Tom had been studying her legs, growing steadily more excited at glimpses of her scantily covered crotch and the feathery tufts of cunt hair that peeped from the elastic legbands. He was surer than ever that this was the day he would get into those panties for some choice fucking.
The moment he knew that Cassandra's parents had invited his parents to ride with them to Harp Lake, Tom began to scheme. Since he always drove his own car on the trip, it was natural for him to offer to drive his folks to the Lafayette home, where the two older couples could chat before starting the trip. And it would look as natural for Tom to leave them and rush off on the thirty-mile trip; they would not expect a sixteen-year-old to wait around.
He had counted on an equally natural reaction from Cassandra. Denise Lafayette's inability to meet any social schedule had elicited comments from husband Andy and daughter Cassandra for as long as the two families had known each other – almost two years. So there were no raised eyebrows when Cassandra jumped at the chance to ride up with Tom instead of waiting for her unhurried mother to get ready.
On the way up, Tom's hard-on had shown bulkily in his tight jeans, for he had no air conditioner in his car and his lovely companion had her blouse open to the third button, exposing the upper third of her tits to him.
His excitement had not been calmed any, either, by the way the air from the ventilator duct blew up her ultra short skirt to reveal the none-too-thick reinforcement of her panty crotch. The dark mahogany cunt curls crept from the hems, and her prominent pussy mound was cleft thrillingly by the tight garment.
The rest of his planning – up to now – was a cinch. They were well ahead of the adults, and he had intrigued her by describing the cave in the cliffs at the western edge of the property.
Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous summer – the first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners – she had been there only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew little of the property. Thus she was able to enjoy the mysterious side trip as a genuine adventure.
There was the rusty gate at the county road, far south of the main gate. Then the bouncing, rutty road winding to the tip of the mesa. And the view through Tom's binoculars, when she saw the harp shape of the lake from above for the first time.
When he led her down the perilous giant steps into the top of the cave, she had been a little shaky. But once they reached the mouth of the cave and she saw what a great view of the beach they had, she squealed with joy and began spying on the Ordwell and Cartwright houses below her.
Tom saw Ross and Rhoda cross below them, headed for the beach, but his real attention was riveted on Cassandra, and he saw that her rounded little asscheeks were twitching with excitement as she scrutinized the pair through the glasses.
"Golly!" she said, squirming against the cave floor. Tom took another look and saw that Ross and Rhoda were undressed and wrapped in a tight embrace on the sand.
When Ross began nosing into Rhoda's crotch, Cassandra moaned softly. She held the binoculars with one hand; the other crept beneath her, slowly edging its way to her crotch. Tom knew where it was headed and why. He wanted to grab her and tell her there were better ways to cure the itch she was feeling. But he knew it would be wiser to wait until she was too excited to back out.