Nature's own waterbed, she mused as the gentle motion of the wind stirred river rocked her easily. She spread her legs farther apart and dipped her middle finger into the crevice of her cunt. The puffy outer lips parted readily for her questing finger. I wish I had a man! she groaned silently, rubbing the river-wet folds of her pussy and squirming slightly, but not enough to break her floating posture. Vaguely she wondered if Bobby Lee had lined up some hot girl friend in Atlanta. He'd probably call her later tonight.
How long she floated she didn't know, but suddenly she had the feeling that she was no longer alone. Silent as a shadow she lowered her body down in the water and faced the shore.
Yes. Again she heard the soft murmur of indistinct voices. Somebody was on the bank of the river. My God! she thought. I hope they haven't found my clothes!
Without raising a ripple she glided slowly and carefully through the water, invisible in the night. She stroked at an angle to the river bank that put her upriver from the voices. Soon she was close enough to touch bottom. With just her head above water, she walked slowly in the shadow of the river bank, down toward the spot where she'd left her clothes.
"Come an, Helen," a male voice said softly but urgently.
"You know I shouldn't do that, Robbie. I'm married." The woman's voice sounded firm but by no means annoyed.
In the lee of the riverbank Sue Robin's eyes glinted with mischievous delight as she recognized the voices. Robbie Early worked at her father's hardware supply depot. Redheaded and ruggedly handsome, Robbie had been the high school football star when Sue Robin was just entering her teens. The woman she recognized as her own college classmate, Helen Stanfield, not long married to Jack Stanfield. Both of them were members of the restricted Alligator Club. Jack was a few years older than Helen; already graduated from college, he now worked in the Maxwell Bank.
Well!
Sue Robin eased a bit closer, crouching so her body was still concealed under the water. Now she could begin to make out the couple in the dim moonlight, seated near the water's edge.
"Give me a cigarette, Robbie."
"Oh, all right," the man growled, obviously deeply frustrated.
Sue Robin ducked lower in the water as a cigarette lighter flicked on, the tiny flame illuminating the two faces. It looked as if both of them were naked to the waist, but she couldn't be sure. When the lighter went out, the darkness was deeper than before. Then gradually her eyes readjusted.
At least Helen wasn't at all reluctant to nestle in the redhead's arms, she observed.
"Careful, Robbie!" Helen gasped. "You'll burn us with your cigarette." Apparently he was keeping her stimulated with his hand.
"Screw it!" he snapped, and flicked his cigarette out into the river where it hissed and went out.
"Robbie!"
Sue Robin grinned. The fake shock of the well-brought-up Southern maiden. She eased nearer to the couple.
Robbie took the cigarette out of Helen's fingers and flung it after his own. Then he wrapped his arms about her and covered her lips with his own. It was a long kiss, and his hands roamed freely.
No, Sue Robin saw then, Helen wasn't bare-topped. She had on a snug knit shirt. Robbie's hands went to the bottom of it and started peeling it upward. He had to break away from the kiss to get it over her head, but Helen no longer protested. She seemed dazed by her excitement. Her braless boobs were small but they jutted out proudly in the feeble light of the moon. Immediately the big redhead bent and clamped his lips over the nipple of one of them.
"Oh, Robbie! Robbie! Robbie!" moaned Helen, rubbing her fingers through his short hair.
He must've scored with her before, Sue Robin mused, her eyes glued to the action just a few feet away. He went through her resistance like a knife through hot butter.
After sucking and tonguing both nipples into swollen thimbles, the big man eased Helen over onto the sand and stripped off her skirt. She no longer protested; now she moved her body to assist him. She made on final pretense, though, when he started to pull her panties off.
"Robbie! Please!"
As if he hadn't heard her, Robbie flicked the wispy garment down in one quick brush of his hand, and Helen lay stretched out on her back in the soft sand. Unhastily, the man took one ankle in each hand and easily drew Helen toward him until her legs forked about him and he sat facing the wide V of her thighs. Still unhurriedly, he leaned forward until he rested on one elbow. Sliding his other hand under the cheek of her ass, he tilted her hips upward, affording him easy access to her gaping slit.
Sue Robin stared in fascination as his mouth neared Helen's furry mound. Like a snake, his tongue darted out and lashed up and down the hair-fringed crevice. The woman jerked and moaned, but she was helpless in the big man's grasp and in her own passion. Her moans became whimpers as his tongue darted deeper, parting her cuntlips and penetrating the inner channel.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she quavered as he laved his wet tongue across her clit, and her hips jerked upward as if jolts of electricity were belting through her loins.
He raised up, waiting for her to calm a bit. When her spasms had ceased, he went down again. Time and again he brought her to the brink of orgasm, then backed off.
In the water, Sue Robin was getting as tensed up as the woman in the sand. Damn him! she raged silently. Why doesn't he bring her off? Her heart was throbbing wildly and her hand fumbled at her own wet pussy. As Robbie lowered his head again and thrust out his persistent tongue, Sue Robin moaned and plunged her finger deep into her cunt, as far up the slippery canal as she could shove it. More! She needed more. Her rubbery inner lips stretched to admit another finger and her thumb played frantically up and down and across her excited little clit.
Helen lay whimpering pitifully as the long tongue skillfully brought her nearer and nearer to an explosive climax. "Please, Robbie! Please!" she implored, her fingers fumbling uncontrollably through his hair and about his ears.
Waiting no longer, he stood up, already naked to the waist, and threw off his trousers and undershorts. Sue Robin stared with awe at the huge pole that lunged upward from his groin. She thought Buz had a big one, but this man carried a weapon. The head swelled out over the shaft like a gnarled knob.
He'll kill her! Sue Robin thought in alarm. Helen was a petite brunette, curvy but quite small.
But Robbie didn't drive it into the eager woman's pussy. Instead, he dropped to his knees, straddling Helen's head, then leaned forward to rest on his elbows with both hands under her small plump asscheeks and his face once more buried between her passionate thighs.
Sixty-nine, Sue Robin told herself. But that huge dick would strangle poor Helen.
Apparently Helen didn't think so. Eagerly she reached up to seize his hips and draw her head up toward the swaying cock above her. Opening her mouth wide, she caught the wide-flanged head between her lips and hung on while their bodies adjusted to the head-to-tail position. She was still on her back and Robbie was over her on knees and elbows.
His tongue went to work again.
Like a panicky kitten strangling on a large piece of meat, Helen mewed and squawled around the huge gag in her mouth, but not for a second did she let go. Instead, she jerked her head higher and higher, trying to force more of his enormous cock into her ravenous mouth.
Sue Robin felt breathless, as if she were strangling, too. Her fingers worked frantically in and around her pussy, and she had to jam her other hand against her mouth to stifle the groans and cries that came to her lips.