And with that he parted the tight orifice between her firm globes and shoved himself up her rectum.
"Ouch!" she cried, experiencing a man's penis there for the first time. But very quickly the initial pain was gone and she discovered she was enjoying it. It was a little like having her maidenhead busted when she was a girl, she thought. "Ummm," she mumbled, "um um, nobody ever did that to me before… oooh, keep it up, will you? Keep it coming like that. This is almost as good as in my cunt!”
After a few more strokes he suddenly flipped her over again. He spread her legs and bolted into her moist channel with one motion. "Oh," she cried, "this is fantastic! You get me all worked up behind and now you switch over to my cunt. I need your big fat prick in there now more than ever!”
He was above her like a colossus. His knees were dug in on each side of her hips and his penis was sinking all the way into her, then coming all the way out again. He had his hands on her breasts and was slowly kneading them in time to his thrusts. Her eyes opened and closed as she writhed beneath him.
"Now you got it, now you don't!" he started yelling. "Now you got it-" he lowered his organ and plunged deep inside, "-now you don't!" He withdrew it all the way out and raised his pelvis high. This way she was deprived of any contact with it at the peak of every backstroke. The result was that it felt even better when it finally came rushing back down into her again, parting her outer lips and sinking into her heated canal like a dive bomber.
"Ungh… ungh," she grunted, picking up the rhythm. "You're burning me up! Oh, shit, you're-”
"Good, baby," he encouraged, "good. That's the way. Meet me every time, feed it to me!”
She raised her pelvis off the grass every time he bore downward, arching her back and letting him split her open. When he jerked it out and raised himself high above her, she dropped her butt to the ground and bounced up again to meet him. "Here it is, lover!" she screamed. "Here it is… my God, here's my cunt… fuck away, fuck away at it!”
He looked at her and saw sweat running from her neck and breasts. Her face was screwed up in a tight grimace and her arms were reaching for his shoulders on every down stroke. The hot meat of her burning orifice took every thrust and clamored for more. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Fucking is what you're getting, baby… fucking is what you're… oh my God, my nuts are busting… I'm-" he gasped.
"Shoot it in me, lover!" she screamed, pumping her pelvis as fast as she could. "I'm starting to come myself… go ahead and get your nuts off in me… shoot me full of it… oh… ooooh… ahhhh… aiiii!”
Herbert dug his toes in the dirt and thrust himself into her like a battering ram. The end of his instrument buried itself deep in her steaming slit and erupted like a volcano. He gasped like he was dying and yelled at the top of his lungs. Then it was over. He slipped forward against her sweaty body, kissed the nipple of a breast as his mouth slid past, and lay gasping for breath on the grass beside her.
Several minutes later when he recovered he stumbled to the golf cart and took out the thermos of martinis. He poured a stream over his limp organ to wash off the remaining sperm, wiped it off with a handkerchief, and turned to Jane. "Would you like some?" he asked, grinning. "You turned it down before, but maybe you'd like to wash yourself out with it a little. Sorry I can't offer you a shower.”
"No thanks," she declined. "It may not hurt you to do that but if I ever let that alcohol touch the inside of my cunt it would burn like fire. We girls are a little more delicate than you fellows, you know. I've got a better idea.”
She took a rag and walked a few yards to the lake, dipped the cloth in and washed off her vagina. As he watched her squatting there he thought how surprised and delighted he would be to come up on her and catch her doing that. If he didn't know her and just happened upon her there, the sight would make him come in his pants.
After they were fully dressed and ready to drive the golf cart back onto the fairway the sun was already starting to go down. He waved a hand at the western horizon. "It's cool enough to continue our golf game now, but I don't much feel like it. Do you? What we did was much better than whacking a little white ball around all afternoon," he said.
"That kind of talk doesn't sound like something a golf pro would say," she observed. "You sportsmen are supposed to be in love with your game. What would the players think if they heard you talking like that, demeaning their game?”
He accepted her friendly teasing with a smile, then pointed out, "That's nothing. What if I told them it took me an hour and a half to tee off on the fourth hole?”
"But we didn't get that far,” she began, then stopped herself as she caught his joke. "If it's this hole you're talking about, mister," she said, pointing into her lap, "you'd just better not tell the boys anything at all about it.”
All the way to her house he thought about how lucky he'd been to think of calling Jane and how great it was going to be the next time. But he was overconfident. He was sure she'd go out with him the following weekend but when he asked her she was indifferent. His pride was hurt so he pushed the point. "You must have got something from it today," he protested. "You sure seemed to like it when I was fucking you. Why won't you commit yourself about another date with me? Wouldn't you like to keep things happening between us?”
Her answer was icy. "I never denied liking it when you fucked me. But letting you do that to me once had nothing to do with the future. I might go out with you again and I might not. It's a big world, Herbert. There are a lot of attractive people in it-men as well as women. This isn't the nineteenth century, you know. Women have a choice about their sex lives now just as men do.”
She left his car without inviting him inside and he peeled away from the curb, scattering gravel with his tires. "Go to hell, you dumb whore!" he yelled out the window as he turned the corner. "You probably fuck everybody in town!”
As he disappeared down the street she walked through the patio and looked around to see if any of her daughters had been within earshot of his voice. She was proud of herself for holding her ground and laying down the law to Herbert, but she hoped no one had heard him yell at her like that. No one was in sight and she breathed a sigh of relief. She changed clothes and went to the market. Tonight was the night Karen's young boyfriend was coming over to study and she wanted to pick up something nice for the pair to snack on.
Jerri was in her room taking a nap. She had a date with Rodney and wanted to be fresh and ready for plenty of action with him. Kathie was lying in her room on the bed, but she wasn't sleeping. She was in deep thought. Jerri had spent several minutes with her that afternoon telling her about the pictures in her book. What she told her disagreed with what Karen had claimed when she made the mistake of asking her. And she was certain that Jerri knew much more about things than thirteen-year-old Karen.
According to Jerri it was simple. Some girls liked to make love to other girls better than with men. As long as both participants wanted to do it, there wasn't a thing wrong with it. But there were laws against it so you couldn't tell anybody if you were that way. Ages ago, in the time when the statutes in the book were made, there had been no law against such things and so it was more common. And it wasn't nasty or evil, and you shouldn't call those who liked it "queers" or make fun of them.
When Kathie asked if Jerri had ever done anything like that with another girl, the older girl was tongue tied for a minute. Finally she said that she had played around with a few girls when she was younger, but that she never did it anymore because men were much more fun. If a girl didn't have any other way to get sex, it was possible she night go to another girl for it-otherwise it wasn't necessary. Then Jerri had suddenly stopped herself and told Kathie a girl her age didn't need to know about such things anyway. She had seemed a little embarrassed that she had let herself get into such a subject with Kathie.