"Fuck me, Jack!" she urged, backing her beautiful big ass against him. "Shove it in me, honey!"
Whatever discomfort she had felt at first was all gone as the big blonde rolled her hips in a rotating movement while riding back and forth on the several inches of cock already penetrating her asshole.
"Good! Good! Good!" she moaned in rhythm with her movements. "Oh yes, it's good!" She squeezed her muscles, drawing in on the rock-hard dong and shoving back strongly. "Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" She fell forward to her elbows, tipping her ass higher, then reached back with one hand to seize his slim hard buttock and pulled him into her.
"Now! Now! Now!" she chanted, feeling at last the brush of his body hair across her ass and up and down the backs of her thighs as he drove even deeper into her.
Jack was groaning, too, from the extreme tightness of the passage he was plowing through. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he felt wetness under his armpits. He reached under and replaced Helen's small hands with his larger ones on Sue Robin's swaying tits, but even his hands didn't cover them. Big as they were, they were almost as hard as Helen's taut little tennis-ball tits. His fingers dug in as he sought more leverage to shove in the final inches of his long cock.
"Awwwwwww!" Sue Robin suddenly screeched. "Oh, Goddam I'm about to come! Oh shit yes yes yes yes!" Her cries became blurred, meaningless, a volcanic rush of obscenities and she hurled herself back harder and harder on the spike impaling her lush ass.
Jack's grip on her breasts tightened as he fought to hang onto this big, bucking woman beneath him. His cock was pinched and twisted and tugged until he feared it would be torn off by the frenzied creature, no longer a cool sophisticated young lady but a savage, lust-crazed female of the jungle.
The bed heaved under them and Helen looked on with wide eyes, her mouth gaping in an expression of horror and disbelief. She was convinced they had gone berserk, swearing and slamming at each other like maniacs.
"Damn you!" he grunted. "Damn you! Damn you! I'll split you open, you big bitch!"
"Fuck me!" she hissed back at him. "Fuck me good! Fuck me deep or I'll pinch your dick right off at the balls!" She was sweating, too, her back a shimmer of perspiration under his hairy chest and stomach, and sweat ran from her armpits and down her braced arms. The terrific pressure of his grip on her breasts only excited her more.
Heat flooded her body, shot through with lightning-spears of limitless ecstasy, and her body lunged of its own accord, out of control of her mind. Wild visions exploded on her mind-screen: the dancer-Goddess bucking back against the muscular male riding her from behind; Helen receiving in her open mouth the hard driving, immense cock of Robbie Early; a stallion mounting a mare in heat and driving her into the ground with his hooves and his tremendous engorged cock.
"Now! Now!" she shouted, and slammed back so hard she nearly knocked Jack over. The shock drove his cock all the way inside her tight ass and his balls flipped forward to slap against her pussy from below.
They came together, jerking and writhing, their sweating bodies slipping all over each other, and the slushy sound of his spurting, plunging cock pistoning in and out of her sucking asshole mingling with their grunts and gasps. Sue Robin gave a final spasmodic jerk forward, and his cock slipped out of its tight prison. She flopped forward on her face on the bed and Jack dropped beside her, panting, his heart pounding madly.
They were both so drained they nearly went to sleep, but after a few minutes Helen nudged them alert, a fresh drink held toward each of them.
"I think you set some sort of record that time," she commented brightly. "I'm just sorry I didn't have a movie camera. Nobody will ever believe it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was nearly midnight when Sue Robin and Mary Beth met again in their room. Both were quite high on booze and on their highly satisfying sexual exploits, and neither felt modest restraints when it came to telling each other what they'd been doing. Sue Robin sprawled across her bed on her tummy, stripped down to a pair of bikini panties. Mary Beth was happily naked, half sitting on her bed and propped up on pillows while she toyed with a nightcap screwdriver she'd brought up from the bar. She waited patiently while Sue Robin gave her all the ins and outs of her first asshole fucking.
"It was wild, honey, absolutely wild. I'd always wanted to try it, but – you know – I was afraid it would hurt something awful, at least the first time."
"I've still got that goodie to look forward to," Mary Beth drawled. "But not much else. Y'wanna know who I made it with tonight?"
"Who?"
"Shawnee Harrigan!"
Sue Robin stared. "You mean the rock singer? The half-breed?"
Mary Beth beamed. "That's the stud. Only, frankly, I was a little disappointed after a while. Oh, it was exciting enough at first. You know, getting balled by the great super cock."
"Was it really that big?"
"No. He was just average size – as far as I know – my experience has been limited to two men so far. His dick wasn't as big as Bobby Lee's. But he was real good – until he pooped out on me. I was all set to stay with him all night. But just imagine, Sue Robin, making it with Shawnee! Wow! Now every time I play his records, I'll probably come all over the place."
Through her boozy haze Sue Robin felt some signals of hokey. Shawnee Harrigan was in England, on tour. She'd seen him on a TV news report just the night before, being greeted by a screeching bunch of groupies at the airport in London. But the exalted look on her sister-in-law's face stilled her tongue. If the girl believed she had been screwed by the big man of macho, let her stay happy. It all added up to a cure for what had ailed her before. She grinned to herself. Ol' Buz was going to be in for one helluva surprise when he got home.
They fell asleep, still talking.
Sue Robin awoke first the next morning. Feeling a bit wobbly and with a slight headache, she got into her swimsuit and went out for a refreshing dip in the ocean.
When she got back she felt much better. Mary Beth was still asleep. Worn to a frazzle by all this unaccustomed fucking, Sue Robin mused. Let her sleep.
She showered and got into some shorts and a swimsuit bra and slipped on a pair of sandals, and went downstairs for breakfast. The coffee shop was surprisingly full, but she found a booth just being cleared, and slid into the seat.
"Orange juice and coffee right away, please," she told the waitress. "I'll order when you get back."
The coffee was hot and fragrant, and she sipped it gratefully. After the waitress had taken her order and departed, she looked around at the other booths and tables, nodded and smiled at some fellow Alligators, then turned her attention back to her coffee.
"I tell you, man, she was outta sight!"
The man's voice was low but clear and it came from the booth just behind her. The partition between the two booths was too high for her to see over.
Whoever was sitting across the table from the unseen speaker said something, low and indistinguishable.
"No, it wasn't hard at all," the first speaker came through clear again. "I tell you, Pete, these dumb Rebel broads are so slow you can fuck 'em before they can say no. Then once they get onto the old greased pole, they go ape. Just slide up and down, up and clown."
The other man – Pete – said something else that Sue Robin couldn't make out. Then the first one came on again. "Yeah, her name was Mary Beth." He drawled it in a poor imitation of Mary Beth's speech. "She wasn't any expert, but that broad was sure willing to learn." His voice became more arrogant. "I had her begging for more – crawling after it, man. She was jumping through hoops."