Chapter 7
As soon as the door closed behind her, Terry turned to Susan. Her mouth was moist and her eyes glittered like silver in the sunlight. She opened her arms and drew Susan into her embrace. Terry's tits were loose inside her shirt-Susan had noticed that, the free and unhampered jiggle of her sister's firm full breasts, as Terry ambled from the plane to the terminal, and she'd smiled. It looked good, and she knew how good it felt not to be strapped into a constricting bra and they heaved tenderly with each breath she took.
"I missed you," she said. "I think I missed you more last night than I have in the last twenty years." She took Susan's hand, put it on her breast. "Feel?" she smiled. "Loose and free. You were right. Oh, God...." and she tilted her head, squashed her wet hungry mouth against Susan's.
"Let's go to bed right now," she panted. "Let's make all kinds of crazy love before Jesse gets home, all right?"
Susan pursed her lips and smoothed the shirt's fabric over the end of Terry's tit. The nipple stood out vividly, hard and ready. She sucked in a breath. Her own nipples were tense, and she felt a hunger boiling the blood in her veins. Susan bent forward, kissed the imprint of Terry's nipples. Terry moaned, clutched Susan's head, tried to smother her sister in the heat and excitement of her body. "Let's do it," Terry gasped. "Oh, come on, let's dooooo ittttttt!!!"
Why not? Susan wondered. She was rested from her labors of the previous night. And anyway-it might be another three of four years before she came back to Ohio for a visit. Why not be greedy and do it all?
Strangely, she felt no guilt over making love with Jesse last night, not the slightest trace of guilt, in fact. It had been a marvelous experience for the boy, it had given him a whole new perspective on himself. And, Susan reminded herself, it was good for me, too. My pussy still aches from all that fucking he threw into me, the horny little bastard, but such an ache! Such a sweet, cunty ache! She took Terry's hand and they shared kisses and feels as they marched toward the bedroom. On the way, Terry's shirt got itself unbuttoned and her nipples got themselves fingered vigorously, by fingers that knew how to play with stiff, aroused tits. By the time they reached the bed, Terry was bare to the waist and her head and tits were bathed in a glowing flush of arousal.
"Let me get the vibrator," Terry said. Susan saw the empty wine bottle lying on the floor. Damn! She'd forgotten all about it! She kicked it under the bed while her sister rummaged through the drawer in search of her battery-powered lover. "Oh, shit," Terry said, turning around, the dildo in her hand. ""The batteries are stone dead. Confess, Sue-have you been playing with big sister's toys while she was away? Screw it," Terry grinned, tossing the dildo back into the drawer. "I feel like eating the real thing, you know?" And she put her hands around Susan, slipped them into the top of Susan's slacks, began to play with her sister's ass. "No panties," she observed, squeezing the firm buttocks. "Were you planning a surprise party for me?"
"Mmmm," Susan winked, "I'll never tell." She oozed against Terry, felt the big ripe tits slide all over her chest. Leaning back while Terry held her sweet ass, she undid her own blouse and thrust forth her smaller but just as excited boobs. And then she leaned forward, until her stiff hot nipples were touching Terry's. She felt her sister gasp, and she gasped too. "Take off my pants, hmmm?" she insinuated, writhing where she stood, writhing like a snake dancer.
Thank God the vibrator was out of energy. She didn't know if she could endure having something stuck up her cunt. Except maybe a tongue. And Terry had a lovely, loving tongue. Perhaps it could soothe the fucked-out rawness of Susan's pussy. Susan smiled as her pants dropped, and she stepped out of them. Kneeling, she undid Terry's skirt, eased it down, planted her lips on the crotchpiece of her sister's panties. The pussy lips inside seemed to wiggle responsively as they were kissed, and already Susan could taste the hot wet dew beginning to leak from Terry's hole.
Her tongue played with the creased outline of Terry's twat, pushing panties into the moistening mouth as her tonguing got more vigorous, more excited. Terry lifted up onto tiptoes, came down again, the musky aroma of turned-on snatch floating like clouds around Susan's face. She wiggled her crotch against Susan, moaned, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and jerked them down. Abruptly Susan was kissing bare pussy, and not snatch-flavored panties. It was a subtle difference, but it was all the difference in the world, as far as Susan was concerned. She turned her face upward and began to eat, spreading Terry's pussy lips with her fingers and thrusting her tongue into the sweet wet gap that opened before her.
"One thing-" Terry was groaning "-why in the world did you let Jesse drive off in your Maserati? Aren't you-deeper, please-yesss-aren't you afraid he'll smash it up?"
Susan drew in her breath, pulled back her tongue. "No," she sighed, rocking onto her heels below Terry, "it's okay. He wanted to impress somebody, and you know what a soft touch I am."
Terry smirked, helping Susan to her feet. Her hand went into Susan's crotch. The cunt lips seemed to part with a sigh and Terry's finger sank its way into her sister's snug deep hole. Susan groaned, half in appreciation, half in reminder of the long night's fucking she'd finished this morning. "You are a soft touch," Terry agreed, "and I love to touch you where you're softest."
"Then let's do it like civilized women, on the bed. And we won't even think about Jesse and the Maserati, okay?"
"Okay," Terry agreed, and they bounced onto the mattress. No doubt the springs were still warm from last night's workout. And they were about to get another one, Susan realized happily as her mouth tried to kiss Terry's face and they got legs and hands entwined and busy. She wondered how Jesse was getting along, of course, but it was his game. She couldn't play it for him. But she had plenty of faith in her dynamic young nephew.
"Jesus," Darlene Goodhugh sighed, leaning back in the bucket seat. "Is this real leather? Honest-to-shit leather? I have never seen a car like this before! Maserati. Is that a really special make? Christ, listen to me! I don't even know why I got in the car with you, Jesse Parrish."
"Because you wanted to be the only girl in Reckardsville who's ever gone eighty miles an hour up the Interstate in a Maserati," Jesse said, pushing the pedal down a little harder. The powerful engine roared and the car picked up more speed. He looked at Darlene. She was rubbing the leather with itchy fingers and her face beamed. He'd known the Maserati would be too much for her to resist.
They'd gone all the way to Logan and back again. Neither of them had spoken about yesterday. Maybe she didn't want to bad-mouth her way out of a ride in an expensive Italian sports car.
He whipped it suddenly, and the back end felt as if it were going to swing all the way around, but he steered into that skidding pattern and they were taking the off-ramp. "Whoooooooooo!!!" Darlene chirped. "When it comes to driving, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" she added.
"What does that mean?" Jesse asked, slowing down for the stop at the end of the off-ramp. He braked, gunning the motor.
Darlene shrugged. They were only a few miles from home, now, and apparently she felt freer to speak. "Whatever you want it to mean. I don't think you're really queer, Jesse. I was just mad because you couldn't keep your cock hard and because you squirted cum all over my belly. Like, you're not a real stud type, maybe a little femmy? But-"
He didn't give her a chance to finish. He zoomed out of the stop with a rush that left Darlene gasping in astonishment and he hung a fast, swirling left. The Maserati swayed every time they rounded a curve and Darlene was hanging onto the dash. Her face was white. "Slow down, you crazy son of a bitch!" she said. "You wanna kill us or something?"
"Or something," Jesse growled throatily. He slowed down when he saw it coming up, that road into the woods where he and the guys had parked yesterday, when they'd sprung Darlene Goodpussy on him. Dust from the dirt path rose in heavy clouds as the Maserati tooled into the trees. When he was out of sight of the highway, he slammed on the brakes, and Darlene jammed forward, bumping her tits on the dash. Big, braless tits encased in a tight t-shirt.
"Shit," she said, leaning back, touching herself with a delicate hand. "What the hell-"
But by then Jesse was out of the car, walking around the front. He grabbed the handle of the passenger's side door, jerked it open. "Out of the car," he told Darlene.
"Fuck yourself," she said, crouching back.
Jesse grabbed her wrist, pulled her out. She fell to her knees, getting dust on her tight jeans, but she was down only for a second. He pulled her upright, still clutching her wrist in a grip of iron. With his other hand, he cupped her chin, turned her face up to stare at his. His mouth came down on hers, hard, hot, wet, and he stabbed his tongue into her oral opening. She shivered, and her tits came against his belly. Her nipples were getting hard, fast. Her free hand touched him on the ribs and began to slide up his body, slowly, uncertainly.
Jesse pulled his mouth loose, gave her a little shove backward. "Hey," she said, "what do you think you're pulling, anyway?" He let go of her wrist and she rubbed it, staring at him. It was the only time he'd ever seen Darlene Goodhugh show the slightest sign of doubt or uncertainty.
"We have some unfinished business. From yesterday," he added, and he grabbed her large round tits. She screamed as his fingers dug into her flesh, but it wasn't exactly a scream of fear. Her nipples were stiff against his palm and his fingers pawed her greedily, lasciviously. He looked at her eyes and they were beginning to grow interested, a liquid film spreading across their brown surfaces.
That was when he took hold of the neck of Darlene's t-shirt and ripped it downward, splitting it in one quick jerk. "Godda-" she blurted, the word dying before it was completed. Jesse spun her around, ripped the back of her t-shirt too, and jerked the torn ends off her arms. He threw the pieces into the weeds and hooked his thumb into the belt loop of her jeans.
She turned around, and it was a startling sight. Her hands were up, shielding her tits-the tits that everyone in Reckardsville had seen, maybe a million times. For the first time in her life Darlene Goodpussy was trying to cover her big ripe jugs and she was slightly stooping, a little shorter than her normal five-three. Her face was pale white and her nostrils twitched. Jesse reached into his pocket, dragged out a penknife. "No," she said, "not that-don't-please. I didn't mean any of those things I said. I really didn't, honest, Jesse-don't cut me-don't...."
He dropped to his knees, took hold of her pants leg, and, with his pen knife, he slashed upward, ripping out the seam along the side. Darlene's long bare leg flashed into view, and there was a tiny red streak on her flesh where the tip of his knifeblade had scratched her tan skin.
"You're crazy!" she shrieked. "I'm in the woods with somebody who's gone fucking CRAZY!"
"Shut the hell up," he said, looking up with an expression that silenced her immediately. He finished the job, ripping her jeans all the way to the waist. Only the waistband itself stayed intact. Bending down, he did the same to her other pants leg while she stood cowering, hands protecting her boobs.
Jesse stood up then, and he looked down at her from his almost twelve-inch superiority in height. Yesterday, he thought, I was the cringing turd and she was shoveling me up like dog shit.
"Take them off," he said, pointing at her ruined pants.
"What the hell is there to take off?" she asked. He didn't answer, just folded his knife, put it back in his pocket. And he kept staring.
"Okay," Darlene said, shivering. She loosened one fist from her tit and reached down to undo the button of her jeans. They weren't tight on her hips and legs any longer, and they fell as soon as the button popped. Under them, she was wearing a pair of tiny bikini panties. Jesse couldn't help smiling at the sight, but that didn't affect his determination. He reached into her crotch, seized a fistful of panties and pussy, and gave them a sharp wrenching twist. Darlene closed her eyes, squealed, and stood on tiptoes, but his hand remained tight and possessive.
"Now your panties," he said. "Take off your panties. Let's get another look at that pussy of yours. Out here in the sunlight, where I can really see it."
"Yesssss-" Her voice was frightened, hissing. She removed her panties quickly, and it was obvious she wasn't sure whether to cover her tits or her snatch. She ended up doing neither, only stood there with her arms hanging limply at her sides. Naked, he thought. Totally naked. Totally vulnerable.
Lazily, he undressed himself. His cock had begun to swell inside his pants almost from the moment he'd torn off her t-shirt, but he'd paid no attention and he was pleasantly surprised to see how fiercely his peter thrust out when he pulled down his jeans and shorts in the same slow motion. His rod eased over the top of the descending pants and poked forth, the red cock knob swollen, blood pumping majestically into his thickening organ. He was at full mast, big and hard, and he knew that Darlene's eyes were focused on his prick. He saw her eyes enlarge, noticed the little husky intake of breath she made as he stood before her, finally, naked.
"On your knees," he told the cowering girl. "Get on your knees and suck my cock. Make it good. I want a better blowjob than the one you gave that dog."
"Now, wait a minute," Darlene said, flushing. "I'm not the one who blows dogs."
"What difference does it make?" Jesse shrugged. "One slut is as good as another, when a cunt is what you need. And I need one. Right now. So start sucking. And be careful with your teeth."
Jesus! he thought. Is this really happening? Did last night really happen? Am I the same Jesse who was scared cockless of this girl yesterday? And she's just a girl. Tits, ass, pussy and legs. That's all she is. He sighed, and there was a kind of emptiness inside him. When he was finished with Darlene Goodhugh, she'd know she had been fucked, and fucked to a frazzle, but even before it could get started he knew it wouldn't satisfy him.
But a revenge-screw, a fair trade for the mercy-fuck she'd taunted him with yesterday. "Well?" he said menacingly. She dropped to her knees, grinding them into the dust as she crouched before him. "Suck it, bitch," he added, growling.
Darlene reached for his cock, stroked it with trembly fingers. She breathed onto him, hesitant breathing. "Eat me," he said. "I'm not going to tell you again. And push your hair back, out of the way. I want to watch you while you're paying me for that Maserati ride. So what are you waiting for?"
"You bastard," she said throatily, sincerely. "You really are a faggot, you know that? A fucking homo-"
She held the "o" sound just a little too long. While her lips were rounded and the sound was still coming out, Jesse pointed his cock at her redlipped oval and thrust, deep into her squawking mouth. He touched her cheeks, snapped them tight around him, and he started to fuck in and out, much faster, than she could keep up With. Darlene started to make choking sounds, and he could see tears glistening on her eyelids. But she pushed her hair back, out of the way, and he felt her tongue begin to make circles around his thrusting, stabbing cock.
She had a good tongue, he was forced to admit, and it began to play inventive, unexpected flourishes on his rod. With a belated compassion, he slowed down on his in-out pounding. She put her hand on his abdomen, just above the root of his tool, and slid her other hand between his legs. The edge of her arm brushed his nuts from time to time, and he picked up her rhythm.
She was starting to get into it, he decided. Every now and then Darlene made little cooing sounds around his rod and her tongue got frisky, licking hard at the tip of him when most of his pecker was pulled back for another in-thrust. Her tongue flitted into the slitted end of Jesse's rod and he felt a weakening in his knees. She really was good. She ought to be. He was the only guy in Reckardsville who'd never gotten a blowjob from her.
If she'd been scared at the beginning, she wasn't scared any longer. At least, not too scared. She was sucking now, really sucking, and tonguing, and cheeking, and trying to get him into the top of her throat. She wasn't as good as Aunt Susan.
Still, he thought, plunging his cock into Darlene's wet mouth, second-rate head wasn't so bad. Especially when you were getting it! He pressed deeply, felt his cock tickle the top of her throat, felt her gulp in a vain effort to swallow him. Shit! As swollen as his cock was, she'd have had an easier job trying to swallow her foot! Still, he gave her an extra thrust for good measure, just to feel the satisfaction he got when her throat muscles strained against him.
He heard the slurps and smacks, saw his cock rod emerge from her mouth covered with foamy drool. Her eyes were shut tightly now and she was giving it everything she had, sucking like a leech, really working tongue, lips, and cheeks on his dong. Jesse felt his cock swelling even more mightily in her mouth, and he thrust into her vigorously several times, relishing the memory of the woman who had made this possible. Aunt Susan, he thought. I wonder if I'll have a chance to slip it to her again before she goes back to Hollywood.
"Enough," he growled, and that growl was only a mask. He didn't feel half so gruff and commanding as he sounded. Indeed, Darlene had done some hellish sweet things to his prick, especially when she tried to work her tongue into the opening at his tip. She'd done it again, just a moment ago, while he was pausing for the next thrust, and he'd been scared shitless he would blast his cum right then, right there, fill her mouth with a bucketful of hot gushing semen. And he didn't want that. Not just yet.
Darlene crouched back, wiping froth from her lips. She was grinning, ever so slightly, as if she'd just learned something too secret to tell but too juicy to keep bottled up inside herself. "Why didn't you bring this one with you yesterday?" she simpered, stroking Jesse's cock. Little bubbles of her spit glistened up and down his red, well-sucked shaft and she massaged them into her skin. "We could have had a really good time, you know?"
He reached out with his foot, tapped her in the belly, and she went sprawling onto her ass in the dirt. Puffing, she sat up, but Jesse was on his knees beside her. "Don't bother," he said. "I put you where I want you, and that's where you're staying. No. On second thought. Turn over. On your belly. Yeah." He squeezed her ass. It was a soft, squeezable ass, moist with sweat and dusty where she'd been groveling on the ground.
Jesse pinched her gently, then gave her a resounding whack! with the flat of his hand. It sounded like a gunshot and left a big red mark on the untanned cheek of her right buttock. Darlene moaned, and he whacked her again. He heard her sob, and then he couldn't help himself. He began to spank her bottom vigorously, until she burst into tears and she was writhing on her belly, on the ground, her thighs opening and closing. He saw the flap-like lips of her cunt sticking out, and his hand left off spanking, dropped into her crotch and began to pull on her cunt.
Again she squirmed, and again she said, "Goddamn you, you son of a bitch...." but she wasn't crying now. Her pussy lips were responding to his crude, energetic stimulation. He knew it was crude. He wanted it to be crude. His finger slipped into her, and he smelled the aroma of a hot cunt. He worked his finger in and out. Her ass lifted and she was getting wet and juicy, all around his probing digit. "Aaaaahhhhh...." That was Darlene, moaning. She had stopped crying for good, it appeared, and she was swiveling her bottom, sucking up his finger. As good a time as any, Jesse thought.
"Spread 'em," he commanded, and her legs split widely. He knelt behind her, between her dusty thighs, and he leaned forward. The tip of his red cock he aimed downward, and it touched her twat forcefully. She opened, and he went inside, his belly smacking against the swell of her curvy ass.
He took her fully, deeply, that first stroke, driving into her past the moist outer part of her tube, into the depths, where she was dry and tight and unprepared. Darlene shrilled in protest, but he had her pinned to the ground and his cock was buried in her tunnel. He pushed harder, grinding against the helpless girl. She beat her fists on the dirt, but her pussy began to ooze around him, and he felt the clever, delicate play of her internal muscles.
"Oh, Jesus," she said in astonishment that couldn't have been faked. "Oh, Jesse!" And then, as he began to fuck in and out of her with a driving, not-to-be-denied tempo, she started to chant, "Jesus, Jesse Jesus Jesse, Jesse!"
Her body thrashed under him. He rode with Darlene, getting his hands under the girl. She moaned when he got her by one fat-nippled tit, and she screamed when his other hand slid lower, got hold of her clitoris and began to squeeze it on the off-beat of his fucking pattern. He thought she was going to buck him off, spit him out, the way she was convulsing.
But she wasn't. It was only the fuck-frenzy taking over Darlene Goodpussy, and as he rocked and fucked, he could understand why she was so popular. When she fucked, she really fucked!
And she damned sure wasn't scared any longer. Her pussy was rippling and sucking, and he knew she was having an orgasm. Not a big one, but a come was a come, and Darlene was coming. He thought of her face yesterday, when she'd taunted him, and he thought of her face today, when he'd ripped her t-shirt away, and he fucked harder, luxuriating in his revenge. Goddamn it, he reflected between strokes, let's see what kind of stories she spreads about me now! His cock felt bigger and harder than ever, and he knew that if he'd been a boy yesterday, he was damned sure a man today.
He reared back, dragging his prick through her crack at an angle which made her scream again, and he knew she was loving it. His hand slid off her tit, for he couldn't reach that low and pump her from this direction, but he was still cuddling her clit, and he started to stroke her crack now, sliding his finger from the jabbing hulk of his dick backward, past her tight-looking, cherry-red asshole. He and Aunt Sue had done a little asshole tickling last night, especially when she got that goddamn vibrator inside him and showed him a whole new way of getting hard in a hurry.
He slipped his middle finger right into her cunt, stabbing alongside his peter, and she was kinda tight to begin with, so by the time he got his finger inside her too, the fit was snug as hell. "GODDDDDD!!!!" she yelped at the top of her lungs. "Don't DOOOOOOOOOO that!!!!"
But he did it, fingerfucking and cockfucking until his finger was sticky wet with her juices. They didn't smell so fishy, now that she was aroused, or maybe he was just getting used to it. He didn't know, didn't really care. He took his wet finger to the tiny opening of Darlene's anus and he started to work her little hole, work it till it spread, making room for his finger.
"Oh, no," she sobbed, "don't do that to me, Jesse, please don't do that to me, I don't like it...."
"You don't have to like it," he snarled. "This is my party."
And even as he spoke, her hole dilated further and his finger plunged inside. Jesus, you talk about tight! Jesse thought, corkscrewing his way up Darlene's shitter. His cock thrust deeply too, and he was amazed to discover that he could actually feel his rod working inside her pussy tube, that there seemed to be only a thin wall of flesh separating asshole from pussyhole. He tested with his finger and, Christ, he could actually feel the pulsations that shot through his peter, on the other side of that wall of fleshy tissue, could feel the throbbing of blood that kept him hard and stiff and at his work.
"No, my God, no," Darlene kept saying, but with a prick in her twat and a digit in her ass, she couldn't lie still. She was getting it from both holes at the same time and, to make it worse still, Jesse kept using his fingers on her clit, pinching it. Yesterday he'd been unable even to find the damned thing, but here it was today, swollen like a pebble in his grip. He'd never lose track of a clit again. He could find one in the dark, with both hands tied behind him. Might be fun trying that.
Her asshole widened as his finger kept thrusting and prodding, and that's when it hit him. Aunt Sue had used that dildo in his ass last night. He still remembered the stars he'd seen when she plunged it into him. His shithole was tight, but no tighter than Darlene's. And he'd been able to take it. Why shouldn't she?
He knew he'd need lubrication to get it in her, but his cock, ramming in and out of her juicing crack, was absolutely reeking with lubricative juices. All that girl-cum oozing from the walls of her pussy?
He jerked his cock out of her pussy, and she sank onto her belly on the ground. He got his hand off her clit, put his fingers on her cheeky ass. She was greasy with sweat and more than a little dusty. Her pussy was on fire. She was sobbing into the dirt, saying, "Oh, Christ, Jesse, what are you tryin' to do to me?"
"Lift your ass and I'll show you," he announced and, to his surprise, the young girl obediently raised her bottom. He spread her cheeks viciously, making her squirm and sway, and he leaned in with his erect, slimy cock sticking out. It touched her, near the anus, and she writhed. Jesse reached down, captured his prick, and placed the point firmly against her anal opening. He heard her moan, but it didn't stop him. The sphincter muscles must have been a little groggy from the fingering he'd given her, for they opened quickly. His cockhead slipped inside.
"OH, SHITTTTTTTTTT!!!!!" Darlene squealed, and she tried to rear up, to dislodge him. "I don't doooooooooo that!!!" she was hollering, but almost before she could finish the plea, she did do that. Four of Jesse's eight inches of stiff bony cock were buried in her shit chute and he was grunting, squeezing her buttocks, straining a gut in his effort to stuff the rest of his rod into Darlene's rectum.
He hadn't done this with Aunt Susan, though they'd talked about it. "Not with your tool, love," Aunt Sue had grinned, stroking his balls. "A finger fits me perfectly, but I don't allow myself to be cornholed by a fencepost. We can still be friends, though, can't we?" and in a moment or two they were into a hot, sixty-nine, proving that they were excellent friends.
But Darlene wasn't Aunt Susan. She'd humiliated him yesterday and, in a small town like Reckardsville, a guy couldn't afford to be humiliated. Tomorrow Darlene Goodpussy would have a different story to tell.
"My God, don't stop," she panted as he slowed down his thrusts for a moment. "I think I'm gonna come!"
"I thought you didn't do this," he countered, pushing a little harder, deeper. She sighed ecstatically.
"I do now," she said with a throaty, hoarse giggle. "Oh, God, Jesus, it's so tight, and it feels like you're tearing me to pieces, but-I'm not bleeding am I? Honest? Oh, Jeeze, I'm crammed full-I've never been so full of anything or anybody. I feel like I want to shit-uuuggghhh-can you go deeper, huh, baby? Just a little deeper?"
He couldn't believe his own ears. She was getting off on being assfucked! Her butt switched and twitched from side to side, anal tube clenching around his dick, trying to swallow him whole, the way she'd swallowed him with her pussy. He dug in a little tighter with his hands on her buttocks, and he started to work his cock in and out as fast, as ferociously as he could.
She came on his fifth insertion. Really came. Screaming her guts out. His thighs were between hers, keeping her spread, and one of his legs brushed her fluffy beaver, pushed up for a second to stimulate the flappy lips of her twat. And they were drenched! He could even feel her juice running down the insides of her thighs, almost as if she were pissing herself while he fed her his cock. But she wasn't. It was only cum. Her belly shook and her head flopped around and he could feel vibrations running through her entire body. Her ass closed around him, tighter and sweeter than his fist had ever been.
His blood was heating and his balls ached with the heavy load they would soon be spurting, and he knew that he was a breath away from orgasm. So make the most of it, Jesse! he told himself. He gripped Darlene savagely, rammed his prick into her ass as deeply as he could go-six or seven inches of him entering her tight rectum, he estimated-and he emptied his balls in a series of gut-wrenching convulsions that left him numb and shaking. He wasn't sure if she even noticed. She hadn't come down from her own climax yet. His cock eased out of her, softening as he emerged, and from the pucker of her asshole, even redder now, thanks to the spreading and fucking he'd given it, he saw the first trickles of his semen begin to leak out. It looked as if she were ejaculating slowly, through her asshole.
Jesse rocked back, and Darlene flopped down, moaning and groaning in a weak trembly voice. "Still think I'm not masculine enough?" he said, slapping her ass one more time for good luck.
She rolled over. Her tits and her belly were grimy with dust, but her nipples were still hard and sweat oozed from every pore of her body. She reached down, felt herself, testing first her pussy, then slipping into her crack for a feel of her anus. "Oh, wow," she sighed, wincing at the tenderness, "I think I have been fucked."
"Come on, get your ass picked up. It's almost six o'clock and I have to get home. I want to go cruising tonight and see what kind of really good pussy a man can pick up around here."
"You know a hell of a lot about pussy," Darlene observed. "Anyway, you tore up my clothes. My jeans! I soaked them in the bathtub for hours, shrinking them till they fit just right. And now they're ruined."
"I gave you a real cock in trade," he said. "Fair exchange."
She made a face, then started to laugh. "But I can't go home naked, Jesse," she added.
He shrugged. "There's a sweatshirt and jeans in the car. They should fit you. That's why I brought them." They were Aunt Sue's, and the pants might be a little tight around Darlene's ample ass, but hell, she'd just have to hold her breath.
"What about my mother?" Darlene asked. "What will she say when I come home and I'm not wearing the same clothes I had on-"
"Lie to her," Jesse suggested callously. "You think I give a shit?"
She frowned, then smiled, and she stretched out on the ground, lifting one knee. He could see her juicy twat and its nest of black fur, the pink wet lips sticking out, still coated in her cum. I did that, he reminded himself. I fucked her and I made her come and I made her scream. "Jesseeee," she wheedled, "do we really have to go back so soon? I mean, maybe we could ... you know ... again???"
Jesse laughed. "Maybe. Slide over here." He wiggled his finger and she came crawling. "My prick," he announced. "Suck it hard for me."
She looked up, shocked. "But you had it in my asshole!"
"Yeah," he agreed, and "I'll have it there again too, so you might as well get used to the taste. Suck me a little. My cock and my balls. Don't forget my balls. But be careful. And while you're down there, you might as well give me a rim job, too. Make it a good one. When I'm up good and hard, I might let you be on top. But only for a while."
"Oh, Jesse," she said breathlessly, "you know what you are? You're a real bastard! How many girls would let somebody treat them the way you've treated me? How many girls would take that kind of talk from you? How many-"
"Shut up and start sucking. And when you clean out your pussy, I just might return the favor." He closed his eyes as she began to lick his cock. Whatever reluctance she had about tasting her ass juices seemed to disappear, once she'd gotten started. Her sucking was fast and good.