Now, he pistoned into her with increased speed and depth, feeling the bulge of his finger in the separating tissues, which generated even more lust in him, while beneath him, she writhed, wildly, in uncontrolled passion, grinding up and down the shaft of his cock with mounting fury, her lovely, curvaceous legs jerking, toes curling and rounded buttocks screwing her back passage up against his lewdly plundering finger in abject subjugation to his double ravishment of her loins.
Then, as he knew it wouldn't be long before she convulsed in orgasm under him, he began to pound his cock into her resilient cunt-flesh, furiously, showing no mercy at all for her. Finally, after long moments, he yanked his finger from her rectum, eliciting a hissing pop there; then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, against her chest, mashing the swelling mounds flat to her chest, where he could see the flush of her passion, the lightly tinged flesh glistening with the sweat of her rapture. Now, her whole genital plane was exposed, nakedly, defenseless to his merciless, goring attack.
Her lovely face was contorted with the sweet agony of her passion. She felt it coming. It would be soon… very soon, and she began to chant up into Harry's face.
"Oh! Oooohh! God! Oooooohh! Fuck me… hard! Harder!"
Harry slaved away over Stan's wife, thrusting and plunging into her with feral energy, his pile-driving strokes becoming ever more and more forceful as he drove his big cock deeper, harder and faster into the hot, wildly clasping depths of her cuntal sheath. Damn! The only other woman I've known… who could take all of my cock… like this… is Vivian…!
… And then, it was there for Lois Brewster! She was in orgasm! Her head tossed, wildly, her body convulsing in wave after surging wave of muscular relaxation that ended her long agonizing wait. She spiraled to the very pinnacle, where she looked out on a beautiful skyscape of brilliant, multi-colored stars… and she was one with them, soaring free in a feeling of profound peace and well-being; then as the moment passed, she was back on the bunk in the Williams' trailer. She was under Harry, still, his cock pounding into her like a run-away jackhammer.
The sound of her own voice was loud and unreal. She was still screaming. "Gooodddddd! I'm… I'm cummmmmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnggg! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuugghhgggghgggghhhhhhh!"
Harry, pounding into her, felt the great, convulsive tremors coursing in shock waves through her body, and he knew that she was in climax, even as his own ejaculation began, deep in his belly, the burning demand searing him and inspiring him to a final, body-consuming effort.
Suddenly, explosively, his hot, thickly white sperm spewed from the slitted orifice of his cock's head to splash far up into the moist softness of her wildly clasping cunt.
"OOooh, Lois, baby! This's it! God damn… what a gorgeous cunt!" he gasped, groaningly, and fell, weakly, on top of her, all of his bulky weight resting on her torso, still cradled between her white, tapering thighs, wide-flung with obscene carelessness. He breathed heavily and harshly, the air rasping in his lungs from his great effort. His penis buried deep in her gently clasping vagina was still jerking and throbbing, as the last of his load of semen was ejaculated into her still tingling cuntal sheath.
After long minutes, as they lay exhausted, and Harry's prick was returning to its detumescent state, still lodged in her sex canal, Lois stirred under him and said, "Well… Harry… you got… what you wanted from me… so you can let me up… now…"
"Wh-What…?" he asked, drowsily.
"Get off of me! We're all finished!" she told him. "… And… I–I've got to get back to the camper… and get myself straightened up… before Stan gets back!"
Harry rolled to his side, his flaccid cock pulling from her cunt with a slight pop, a long thin strand of his semen hanging, stubbornly, to the head of it.
"Hell!" he murmured, relaxing down into the soft mattress. "The real fun begins when Vivian and your husband get back here…! And you're sticking around… until they do!"
Lois flushed. "Oh, God… I–I couldn't face them… now!"
"It's all evened up!" he grunted. "They have to come in here… and face us… but with Vivian… there won't be any problem… It's Stan who'll kick up a fuss, maybe…"
"Oh, God… I–I wouldn't know what to say… to him!" She was worried… probably unnecessarily.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fully clothed, again, sexually satiated, feeling the closeness of the intimately shared experience, Stan and Vivian walked out of the stream bed, up the bank and regained the road.
Stan stared in disbelief. "I'll be damned! It looks like somebody's stolen your car!"
He was more surprised to hear her trilling laugh. He looked at her questioningly, "And, you're not worried?!"
"Not yet!" she smiled. "I think… that it's just Harry's cute way of letting us know that he knows… about us!"
"I hope to hell you're right… because I don't remember locking it up… when we left it here! It'd be a perfect setup for a car thief… and I feel kind of responsible…" he explained.
"Let's start worrying about it after we get back to my trailer… Okay?" She looked up at the sky. "It'll be dark pretty soon… so we'd better start walking!"
"I'm sure glad it's only about a half-mile!" he grinned. "I don't think I could make it… if it were any farther!"
"Why… Stan, darling… you look pretty strong to me!"
"Well… I'm a little rusty… I guess!" he kidded. "I haven't had much fucking, lately… and you just worked my tail off!"
"Poor dear!" she commiserated. "All you need is a drink… and a little rest… before the fun thing of the evening really begins!"
"I'm afraid I don't follow you…?"
"If my guess is right… that Harry's the one who took the car… then he saw us… and knows what we were doing!" Vivian explained. "… So… that means, he went after your wife… and if I know Harry… he's screwed her already. I wouldn't be surprised if we found them going at it… when we get back!"
"Christ! Do you really think that?"
"Yes I do… and there'll be nothing we can do except go in… and talk it over!"
"Talk about what?"
"About us… them… all of us… together…"
"You're way ahead of me, again!" He was exasperated.
"It could develop into a nice, swinging party… with all four of us!" she suggested.
"You're kidding! Lois'd never go for that!"
"Let's wait and see! Harry could have changed her mind… about a lot of things!"
"God… I don't know! I just don't know! It's kind of far-out…"
"It's going to be fun!" she assured him. "More fun than you've ever had before… believe me!"
After she had begged, tearfully, Harry had, finally, allowed Lois to get dressed, and he, himself, pulled on his pants and shirt. He was mixing fresh drinks, when Vivian came through the door of the trailer, followed by a sheepish looking Stan Brewster, who was more than a little uncertain about the whole thing. He didn't dare look at his wife, who sat, demurely, at the breakfast nook… and she, in turn, kept her gaze averted. The fact that she was there said it all… for both of them…
It was the Williams who carried it off. Vivian bustled over to Harry, patted him on the cheek and gave him a kiss, remarking, at the same time, "Harry… I brought Stan back with me! He was very good to me…"
Harry handed Stan Brewster a drink, then carried the other one to Lois. Handing it to her, he said, "You've got a rare gem of a woman here, Stan…! And, Vivian and I'd like to get to know both of you… even better than we do, now."