Suddenly, Helen's head jammed hard into Robbie's loins and half of his thick shaft disappeared inside her stretched lips. Wild, suffocated cries whistled around the half swallowed cock and her hips writhed and bucked against Robbie's hands.
My God! She's coming like a wild woman! Sue Robin thought, stopping her own manipulations to stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the climaxing woman. The outlandish, smothered wails continued as long as the woman's lithe frame convulsed. Then suddenly she stopped and seemed to collapse. Her head fell back on the sand, and the huge dong flipped free in the moonlight.
Robbie raised his head from the V of her thighs but remained in the same position on his knees and elbows, with his hands still holding her buttocks. He waited while the last shudder racked her body and ceased.
What's he going to do now? Sue Robin wondered, slowly stroking her pussy again and staring at the sixty-nining couple. More accustomed now to the darkness and the moonlight, she could easily see his still-hard cock swaying over Helen's face like a threatening cobra. A coating of saliva made it shine like a silvered pillar.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The faint sigh, obviously a sigh of satisfaction, came from Helen's lips. Opening her eyes, she saw the throbbing cock above her. She reached one hand to it and stroked the slick head while her other hand went up to caress Robbie's asscheek.
My God! Sue Robin almost exclaimed aloud as she saw what the man was doing now. Instead of raising her head to take in as much of the big cock as she could, Helen kept her head resting on the sand, and Robbie gradually lowered his hips, easing the head of his gong through her waiting lips.
He'll strangle her for sure this time, Sue Robin thought, creeping a foot nearer.
But the big man was very gentle. Slowly he began to fuck, sliding only a couple of inches in and out of the saliva-slick lips opening beneath him. Helen's hands on his asscheeks caressed and encouraged him. Soon Sue Robin saw Helen's thighs spreading farther and farther apart again as Robbie began to lick her pussy, as slowly and leisurely as he was fucking her mouth.
That little woman is insatiable, Sue Robin reflected. She watched Helen's hands, hotly urgent on Robbie's muscular flanks. Almost imperceptibly, a fraction of an inch at a time, his strokes got longer and more of his distended cock slid into Helen's mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in with her suction on each upstroke.
Sue Robin clamped her teeth together to keep them from chattering with excitement, excitement at what she was witnessing and her own impending climax. She slowed her self-stroking; she sure as hell didn't want to come before that show ended.
Helen's tongue lashed the huge piston surging faster and faster in her mouth and bumping against the narrow stricture of her throat, and now Robbie's bead was whipping back and forth in the V of her thighs as he felt the first throbs in his balls, signaling his approaching orgasm. His tongue flicked and laved the slippery-wet skin of her thighs where her love-juice had mingled with his saliva. Her pussy was so juicy that the slurping sounds carried easily to Sue Robin's ears as he thrust his stiffened tongue right inside the tunnel of her cunt.
Then he began driving hard with his hips, right down against Helen's face.
He'll choke her to death! Sue Robin thought in terror. He'll strangle her with that cock!
But he never rammed the full length in; apparently he knew just how far he could go into her throat. Obviously Helen was enjoying it at both ends, for her hips started jerking again and her hands clamped securely on his asscheeks while she sucked more strongly on the thrusting cock in her mouth.
Sue Robin's eyes rounded in astonishment as Robbie pulled up and the hot sperm gushed down into the gaping lips he had just deserted. But Helen quickly captured the spurting head in her mouth again and sucked more strongly than ever, squealing and moaning while she gulped down the creamy liquid and quivered frenziedly in the throes of her own orgasm. Unable to hold back any longer, Sue Robin felt her own body convulsing with wild ecstatic spasms. She thrust her hand into her mouth, fearful that she would break out into a joyful wail that would betray her presence to the couple on the sand.
They were too carried away with their own sensual bliss, though. As Helen sucked the last drop of sperm from the big cock in her mouth and licked the head, Robbie groaned and pitched over on his side, carrying her light frame with him.
"Oh, baby, that was the greatest!" he panted.
Recovering quickly, Helen twisted around and came up to lie in his arms, her lips now against his as they both panted their way back to normal.
Sue Robin was doubled over, quivering out the final throbs of her own climax, her mouth slack and her body as limp as she dared allow it to become. She had to collapse, she felt. As silent as the river itself, she moved slowly out until the water was over her head. Then she rolled onto her back and floated into the covering darkness of midstream, languid and at least partly satisfied.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hardly had Sue Robin got back to her room than the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Sis? How are things going?"
"Okay, Buz. How about you?"
"Oh, so-so. You know."
She smiled into the mouthpiece. He didn't sound like he was exactly suffering; he must've made out with some old girl friend.
"Look, Buz, Aunt Clarinda wants you to stay away for at least another week and a half. Can you manage it?"
"What's that witch up to now?"
"Watch your tongue, Buz! She's a sweet old lady – and you know darn well if you talk out of the wrong side of your mouth she'll work a spell on you."
"Come off it, Sis! You don't believe all that crap."
"Well, never mind now, whether she can or not. Just stay away eight or nine more days." Her voice became teasing. "You're not hurting, are you, honey?"
He chuckled. Then, "What the hell will I tell Pa? He thinks I'm nuts for staying away from the nuptial couch of my new bride. If he only knew!"
"You can think of something, Buz. Now, you just call me in about eight or nine days. Y'heah?"
"Okay. Goodnight, Sis."
"Goodnight, honey."
Two days later in the early afternoon Mary Beth telephoned Sue Robin.
"I've got this awful crick in my back again, Sue Robin. Would you be a dear and give me another massage?"
Molasses, warm, slow-flowing molasses, Sue Robin thought as she listened to the sultry voice begging. That woman's got more sex appeal bundled up in her beautiful body than a dozen normal women. Well, some of it was beginning to leak out.
"Okay, Mary Beth. I'll be over in about fifteen minutes."
The voluptuous brunette was again wearing the shortie housecoat when Sue Robin entered the living room. Soft music was playing from skillfully concealed speakers, and Sue Robin spotted the bottle of chilled wine and two glasses at once, in the middle of the coffee table.
"I thought we might sample a bottle of Bobby Lee's wine," Mary Beth said apologetically.
"Why not, honey?" Sue Robin exclaimed breezily. Dammit, why did the woman have to act so embarrassed about enjoying herself. She poured the pink wine into the glasses and handed one to Mary Beth.
"Happy days," she said, and took a long swallow. At least, she decided, Buz was expert at selecting wines.
"The Alligator party will be in about a week, Mary Beth. It'll be over at Sasser's Cove, I reckon. A lot of us will be getting back to college, and it'll be our last fling of the summer, you might say. You're going, aren't you?"
Mary Beth puckered her full velvety lips in thought. "I don't know, Sue Robin. If Bobby Lee is back by then, I'm sure we'll go. But he called this morning and said he'd be delayed for several days. Business! Business! I declare!"
Sue Robin smiled. "Hell, honey, if he's not back, you and I'll go together. Nothing wrong in that. An we haven't missed a single reunion party since we were sophomores in high school."