Our grunts and groans blended with the slap of flesh on flesh and the liquid gurgle of juicy tissue in constant sliding. Tammy's ass rose and fell, riding my prick with a mounting hunger that could be satisfied only by the flood of semen that was already boiling in my heavy balls.
Jack's hands clasped her firm breasts for leverage as he pumped in and out of her rear, and my fingers tugged and twisted the distended nipples as I shoved my ass up to meet the downward engulfment of her dripping cunt.
"Fuck!" Tammy hissed, her fingers clawing at my chest as she humped faster and faster, jabbing the depths of her pussy against my cock head with short, savage plunges. "Fuck! Fuck!"
Jack increased the speed of his own pistoning, and I felt the thrusting slide past my entrenched tool, increasing my pleasure until my groans were a constant series of feeding lust.
"Goddamn! Oh, Goddamn!" Jack roared, slamming his belly against the girl's pumping ass and rearing back with the force of his orgasm. Through the insignificant barrier of her vaginal wall I felt the savage jerk and swell of his cock as it jetted his load into her convulsing colon.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" Tammy screamed, hilting her cunt on my prick and bouncing with the furious onset of her own climax.
My ass shuddered and my whole body arched as my come burst through my pounding cock and spurted into her sucking womb. Her pussy spasmed, grinding and milking, drawing the repeated volleys from my ecstatic balls, gulping like a hungry mouth.
For a long time, after we fell apart, we lay side by side, panting, unable to find words to describe our reaction to the completeness we had experienced. It was Tammy, her sweat-streaked breasts rising and falling with her labored breaths, who spoke for all of us.
"We were one!"
"One!" Jack echoed, turning his head to stare past Tammy's profile at me. I nodded.
"Nirvana!" I agreed. "We made it!"
Tammy rolled her head toward me and held my eyes for a moment. "Could you make it again? I mean, right now."
Before I could answer, she had twisted toward Jack. "You don't mind if it's just the two of us?"
He wagged his head. "I've had it!" he gasped. "Do it with my blessing!"
My cock was only half hard, but there was enough stiffness to permit its entry into Tammy's waiting cunt. I lowered my chest onto those taut breasts and let the fluid movement of her agile hips bring me to a complete hardness within her.
Her legs scissored my waist and she drew my lips down to hers. "Fuck me, Steve!" she whispered, her ass working feverishly in response to my steady stroking. "All I need is one more!"
"I know, baby!" I said, driving my cock in to where her quivering womb mouth seemed to clamp the throbbing head.
Time ceased to exist as I fucked the wriggling girl with steady pumping, my prick squishing through the slippery grip of her cunt which clamped and relaxed in perfect harmony with my deep thrusts.
There was no awareness of anything other than the increasingly delicious contact of cock and pussy, sliding and twisting, squeezing and flexing, pumping toward a final explosion that would empty us of everything.
She made it a split second before the clenching knot of ecstasy tightened in my balls and burst in a liquid flood of unbearable pleasure. Her thighs became a shivering vise and her ass jerked in uncontrollable spasms and her pussy churned in a sucking, milking undulation that swallowed my sperm with hungry contractions.
As the last spurt of semen lanced against her womb, she suddenly went limp, her legs slipping to either side and her arms falling from my neck. I pulled back until my cock almost slipped out of the limp embrace, and shoved it in again, burying the shaft in the lax tissues and holding it there as I heard Jack's soft chuckle.
"You did it, you long-dicked bastard!"
Tammy's only movement was the slow rise and fall of her lovely tits and the rapid beating of her heart beneath my chest. Only my experience and her earlier remark prevented her condition from creating a small panic in my still whirling brain. But I knew what had happened. The violence of that last climax had caused her to faint.
Jack watched me disengage and climb slowly to my feet. He handed me a towel from the wagon.
"She'll come around in a minute," he explained. "And she'll be purring like a kitten." He stretched, flexing his handsome body. "We might as well get dressed."
CHAPTER TEN
Glenda's phone call awakened me Saturday morning. Kitty had been asleep when I returned Friday night and I had been careful not to awaken her. Although she would probably have approved of my actions with Tammy and Jack, I didn't want to run the risk of getting her excited. The session with that highly sexed youngster had left my balls feeling like a couple of bags of dust.
"Have you set everything up for tonight?" Glenda demanded. "Do you realize that I haven't been screwed for almost a week?"
I grinned, coming awake and discovering that the eight hours sleep had replenished my internal bank. My cock was semi-hard.
"Don't tell me you haven't used the vibrator!" I teased.
"You're damn right!" she exclaimed. "But that's not like that big fuckpole of yours!" Her voice softened. "I need it, sweetheart! Baby has to have her cock! You know that!"
"Baby will get it," I assured her. "What time are you coming over?"
"Clyde and Velvet think I'm spending the night with Mabel Carson. She's covering for me. I can be there by eight. Okay?"
I admitted that I hadn't got around to setting the stage with Kitty. Then I added, "That won't be a problem. Like I told you, she's still a virgin, technically. But she's a hot little number."
Glenda described in minute detail exactly what she planned to do to me, with or without Kitty's cooperation. By the time she rang off I was nursing a hard which I was tempted to carry into Kitty's bedroom for analysis and treatment. But if I planned to do justice to the coming evening, I had better conserve my dwindling reserve. I packed it off to the typewriter instead and spent the next couple of hours grinding out a lurid description of the promises Glenda had just made.
Kitty blew me a kiss as she passed the door and began preparing breakfast, humming softly until I stopped banging on the Underwood and padded in to demand a cup of the coffee she had just made.
The gaping robe she had carelessly tossed about those cute curves didn't do much to lower my blood pressure, and she complicated matters even more by massaging my chest with those delightful tits as she collected her morning kiss.
Over the coffee, I explained about Glenda and her plans for the night. The girl's eyes brightened. Anything I wanted, she informed me, was agreeable with her.
We took turns in the shower and spent an hour at the supermarket, restocking my kitchen. Then I dropped by the liquor store and lugged my purchase back to the car.
"Do you suppose," Kitty mused as I climbed in, "that I could do it if I got really loaded?"
"Not with me," I answered curtly. "I want you in full possession of every faculty, baby."
We dropped the groceries off at the apartment and paid a visit to the museum. Kitty dragged me to a halt in front of a Greek statue which boasted a diminutive penis above a pair of equally small testicles.
"Would you believe," she whispered, "that I used to look at the statues back home and think how big they were? How would you like to pose for a sculptor?"
"With a hard?" I grinned.
"How else?" she countered. "I think museums would attract larger crowds if they showed things like that."
I didn't argue the point. I've always wondered if the artists and sculptors who turned out such magnificently muscled bodies couldn't have done a far better job with the more important portions of the male and female anatomy. Most of the females appear capable of taking on an Arabian stallion, while the male organs resemble fat little noodles.