"Like that, do you, baby?" With methodical concentration, he moistened his cock with her cunt-juices and Nugget's cum while his finger continued to tantalize her anus. Then, abruptly, he pulled his finger from her asshole and replaced it with the rigid shaft of his cock. She was so relaxed, so unsuspecting, that his prick drove deep into her anus before she could muster any resistance.
"Ooooohhh! God-d-d! What… allieee!" Wanda felt a sharp stab of fear. Her asshole was no virgin, but she was used to being carefully prepared for anal intercourse. He had driven into her so violently, she feared he had hurt her. But as his cock began to work its way back out along her tight-clenched channel, she realized there was no pain there – only the familiar depraved pleasure that comes from taking a cock into one's most secret hole. And after the lewd encounter she had just had with the dog, Greg was giving her exactly what she needed. "Uuuuuuhhh! Yeah! Screw my ass, baby!"
The big man hadn't been sure what to expect from the wanton woman. But he figured that, under the circumstances, it was his choice. She couldn't very well argue with him in her debauched condition. Watching the redhead screwing the big dog, Greg had felt an overwhelming desire to ream her asshole, something he had never done with Wanda. Some gut feeling inside him demanded that he get one up on the brute beast. He wasn't going to take sloppy seconds. He'd blaze his own trail in her tight little asshole.
It amazed him somewhat the way Wanda began to wriggle back at him as soon as he established a smooth fucking rhythm into her ass. He had never seen a woman respond so wholeheartedly to taking a prick in her ass. Usually it took a while to warm them up. Wanda, though, was obviously a woman in a million. She could take anything and everything that was thrown at her, and love it all.
Greg was in no position to argue with the throbbing pleasure that was surging from his cock throughout his kneeling body. Her ass-walls wrapped themselves around his prick like a second skin, caressing him in a hot spasming clutch of excitement. He worked his cock in and out of her hole, sometimes going fast, sometimes a little slower, tantalizing himself with the varying sensations that assailed him. After watching the woman with the dog, Greg was vulnerable to excitement. It wasn't long before he was as much an animal as she was, devoid of thought, caring only for the moment's wanton pleasure.
"Christ, I like fucking your ass, Wanda! Why didn't I think of this sooner! Shit, it's so fucking tight!"
"Oh yeah, baby! Your prick's good in my ass! I love it! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!"
While the dog dozed in a corner, the man and woman writhed together, climbing to the peaks of orgiastic abandon. She braced herself on her arms to get leverage to shove her ass forcefully back against him. Each wanton lunge drove his cock deep into her tight-clasping anus, driving them both to new heights of ecstasy.
Greg had known the voluptuous redhead was something special right from the first time he took her to bed. But even he had underestimated Wanda's seemingly limitless capacity for pleasure. For sheer worldy know-how and enthusiasm, no one could beat her.
For a moment, a picture of the teen-aged blonde next door flashed before his eyes. He saw her kneeling naked in front of her husband's pummeling cock and he wondered how she would like a dose of his own prick – right up her delicious little ass. He licked his lips and leered excitedly as he slammed his loins hard against Wanda's upturned buttocks.
Though he didn't like to let women prey on his mind, Greg realized he wasn't going to be able to shake loose the image of his best friend's wife without a good deal of effort, maybe even more than he wanted to invest in the project. He didn't like to interfere in a good buddy's love life, but he sure was intrigued by that big-titted young sexpot. In his most aroused moments, she kept coming back to him. She had something that Wanda didn't have any more – innocence. She made a man want to be a teacher.
Wanda's urgent moans, that became more and more shrill by the moment, wrenched Greg back to reality. He could tell by the uncontrolled way she was wriggling back at him that she was close. He fucked her ass hard and deep, pushing her up over the top. He grinned as he heard her first lusty cries of victory.
"Oh God! I'm cumming, Greg! I'm cumming again!"
He didn't expect his own climax to follow so soon, but her words seemed to push a button somewhere inside the hard-driving man. "Uh, shit! Look out, baby! I'm gonna give you an assful! Aaaiieee!"
Once again, Greg staggered to bed and fell into a deep doze. This time, Wanda, too, slept.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After the excitement of the Saturday night in town, it was hard for Ellie to settle back into her agonizing routine of boredom. She had enjoyed drinking and talking with Greg and Wanda. They were vital, exciting people. Even Hank had been more animated than usual in their company. He had fucked her longer and more exuberantly that night in the hotel than he had ever since they came to Northern California.
Back in isolation with the two men, Ellie found herself faced once again with her policy of spending as little time as possible around Greg. Now, more than ever, she felt susceptible to temptation. She even thought she detected a new, cozier attitude on Greg's part, as if he were flirting with her.
"What's the matter, Ellie?" he kidded her one morning when they were sitting alone over coffee. Hank was in the shower. "Don't you like me?"
"Of course, I like you. You're Hank's best friend, and for that reason alone I would like you."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "That the only reason you can come up with? Seriously, you've really got me wondering why you're always just on your way out or in or something when I come around. I get the feeling you're trying to avoid me."
The eighteen-year-old was totally flustered. "You're being silly, Greg. Here, have some more coffee. I have to go find Hank some clean underwear." She could hear him laughing softly to himself as she left the room. She could feel her cheeks flushing red. What was she to do? She certainly couldn't confide her problem to Hank.
That day, she took the station wagon into town and looked up Wanda. The redhead was having breakfast in the hotel dining room. Sensing the blonde's distress, she finished her meal quickly and led the way up to her room, where they could talk in private. She listened quietly while Ellie poured out her tale of self-doubts and recriminations.
"I know you may not be the best person to tell this to, Wanda. After all, I hardly know you and you're a friend of Greg's. But I had to talk to someone. And you were so nice that night we spent here in town."
Wanda moved closer to the young blonde on the bed and patted her hand. The younger woman had been stroking Nugget anxiously, trying to avoid the redhead's eyes.
"This sure is a nice dog. You're lucky to have him for company."
"He's not mine. I'm looking after him for a friend."
For just a moment, Ellie had a disquieting thought. This looked an awful lot like the dog she had seen with the grizzled old prospector that day in the woods. Involuntarily, she shuddered and dismissed the idea. How could he be a friend of Wanda's? Impossible!
"You know, Ellie? I wouldn't worry about this infatuation thing if I were you. Greg's a good-looking man. Any woman would turn on to him. You're perfectly normal, if that's what you're worrying about."
Ellie's big blue eyes looked trustingly into Wanda's. "It's not just that, Wanda. I can't stand to be alone with him, not for a minute. I just don't think I can trust myself. Especially since Hank…" She surveyed the redhead closely to be sure it was all right to go ahead.
Wanda felt a passing surge of excitement at the mention of Hank's name. The young husband had been much in her thoughts and fantasies lately. "Since Hank what, honey?"
"Well, Hank's been working so hard here. He just doesn't have as much time for sex as he used to. That's one of the reasons why I feel so – anxious – I think."