"Here you go," said Jerry. He twirled his prick in her hole. His fingers rubbed hard on her clit meat. He pulled out a hand and slapped her on the ass cheek. the buttock turned pink where his fingers had slashed at her blond skin.
"Oh, no," she moaned. "Don't hit me." He smiled and smashed his open hand against the full cheek below his leg. "Don't hit you?" he queried. "Why not?"
He smiled and jammed his pecker into her asshole even harder. He took both hands and grabbed a tit on either side of her soft chest. He rode her from the back like that until he was ready to come. the he smiled, "O.k., Cindy, it's gonna be a fucking mess now."
His face turned red with passion. It was obvious even to young and naive Cindy that Jerry was close to orgasm. Suddenly, she felt a surge of sex in her bowels. Jerry shot forward and she could feel his cock twitching inside her colon.
"Oh," moaned Jerry, now carried away down the road to ecstasy. "Whoa!"
"Are you o.k.?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted. "I'm fine." He had a big smile on his face and he rocked slowly into her asshole. He couldn't help giggle a little bit.
"What's so funny?" asked Cindy. "Is there some sort of joke?"
Jerry reached down and took hold of her clit. "Yeah," he said. "The joke is on use." He rubbed her clit and within a few seconds she too was cumming. Jerry could feel the tremble spread across Cindy's mouth-watering body. Her passions mounted and the juice from her twat channel flowed in plentiful supply.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed, the rolling orgasmic waves of energy spreading throughout her body. "That's so nice!"
Jerry laughed a little to see young Cindy in such good spirits. He jerked his cock out of her asshole and watched the jism and old clit juice drip from his rod.
"Oh, God," said Cindy, "give me that thing here!" She turned her back, her cherry tits upright and erect, her gaping hole ready for him. "Put it in here, Jerry. Please?" she begged him.
"Yeah, sure," he said, for the second time entering her twat channel. He jammed his pecker down deep into the fur lined channel. The juice spilled out all along the corners of his cockshaft. She wailed, "Oh, thank you, Jerry. Thank you." She humped her hips up into his crotch, ground her body close to him, and milked, with her strong twat muscles. his cock of all the juice she could get.
"Mmmmmm," sighed Jerry, "not a bad way to finish off a nice little butt fuck.
Not a bad way at all!" He plunged his dick into Cindy's great little juicing hole and she rolled her belly against his saying, "Oh, shit, this is so fine!"
She kissed him on the shoulders and on his face finishing out her orgasm.
When it was all over Jerry rolled over and lay still for a moment or two. then he looked at Cindy and said, "I don't know about you, but i was supposed to be at work a while ago."
"Yeah, said Cindy in a daze. "Me, too."
Jerry dressed and left her sleeping on his softly rolling water bed. He headed back to Pier Side Club wondering if he still had his job as Lifeguard.
Chapter 7
Sue Bender had enjoyed the buttfuck supplied by Nick the surfer. But she rather preferred to fuck in the comfort of a regular bed as opposed to that of the incredible van. It was only natural that she suggest to Nick that they return to her apartment. And it was only natural for Nick to agree.
"Wow," he said, looking around Sue's livingroom when they first arrived, "this place is too much."
Sue's job at the aircraft company paid her exceptionally well. Andshe'd spenther moneyon paintings by contemporary artists, on modern lighting gizmos, on plush furniture and carpeting, and on just about whatever she liked. "You like this place?" she asked Nick as she shut the door.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "It's really far out." He was staring at one picture in particular. It was an oil painting in reds and browns. Even the flesh of the models was more red than pink. They were posed one inside the other, the woman with her back to the man, in his arms, she holding on tight to his legs.
"That's nice," said Nick. "I like that."
"Want something to drink?" asked Susan. She watched the surfer roam slowly through the livingroom. His long dark body and bleached hair reminded her of herbrother, Charley.
"No," said Nick, coming to his senses. "I'm not really thirsty."
"I've got some fine wine," said Susan. "You sure?"
"Well," said Nick, "maybe just a little." Susan smiled, pleased with herself for being so hospitable. She went to the kitchen, in search of the wine and when she found it and was headed back to the livingroom with a couple of glasses an idea hit her. She stopped and removed her bathing suit. "Why not," she thought to herself. "It's my house, I've fucked him once already. I want to do it again, I can go nude if I want to." She picked up the bottle of wine and the glasses and headed for the livingroom in a new friendly spirit.
Young Nick had his back to her. He was inspecting a chrome overhead lamp, admiring the thing when Susan said, "Your wine, Monsieur." He turned around and smiled to see Susan standing stark naked at the coffee table. She was pouring the wine.
Nick immediately slid out of his surfing trunks. His pink member flashed crimson for a moment and then hung pink and limp. He made his way over to the table and couch."Just half a glass for me." He couldn't take his eyes off of lovely Susan's fine large tits and soft damp bush. But when she turned around and bent over to pick up a piece of paper off the carpeting, Nick was overwhelmed. Susan's asshole loomed in front of him like a perfect passion-pit.
Her moon-shaped asscheeks spread wide and flopped sideways leaving her hole entirely unprotected. "Mmmm," he sighed, reaching a hand to one side of the fine cavity. "That's nice."
Susan stood up slowly. "Why thank you," she said.
"Lemme give you a quick goose," said Nick.
Susan was happy to oblidge. She bent over and took her ankles in Nick's described manner. He slid a finger, up to the first knuckle, into her still wet asshole. "Ahhh," she sighed, "very nice."
"Yeah," said Nick, removing the digit. "Time for a little wine." He took the glass poured by Susan and they sat down next ot each other on the couch.
Susan noticed immediately that Nick's cock had gone from soft to hard with only one quick feel of her asshole. "You get stiff really fast," she said, sliding her free hand down to his prick.
"Yeah," he said. "I guess you do that to me." He watched her jerk lightly on his red penis meat. Her hand had a good hold, like a small fist on a baseball bat, and she pulled smoothly up and down the length of his ready prick.
"You know, Nick," Said Susan, "I really like you a lot."
"We only just met," said Nick, beginning to blush. He couldn't be sure if it was the fine stimulation at his dick or the wonderful compliment from Susan. In any event, his face filled with blood and he flushed red.
"You're blushing." said Susan, smiling at the young surfer. "It's really cute to see a man blush." She was about to put down her wine and use both hands to pull his meat, but the phone rang. She reached to her feet where it jangled and considered not answering at all. But an impulse brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello."
It was Carla, her brother's girlfriend and she related a kind of sad story about how it looked like she and Charley would be breaking up. She wanted to know if she could come over and talk with Susan and maybe commiserate for a while. Susan said it would be alright, that she'd be home.
"Who was that?" asked Nick the surfer as he sipped at his wine.
"My brother's girlfriend, Carla," said Sue. "She'll be coming over in a little while.
"The more the merrier," said Nick. "Do you think she'll understand if she finds us like this?"
The wine that Susan had drunk so far hard worked very rapidly. "Sure," she said. "Why, not? It's my house, isnt't it? If she wants to come over here," she scoffed, pouring herself another glass of wine, "she'll have to undress and join in the festivities. It's that simple."