Chapter 5
"Oooh, it's so long and stiff!" Janice purred, caressing his handsome, upthrust rod. "I thought I'd never take another one of these inside me, but you've worked me up so much ... "
They were seated on the grass in a secluded moonlit nook, and Rick had opened his pants to let his woman-pleaser out.
"Why don't you suck it?" he suggested.
Janice drew back. "That's nasty!"
"Edna didn't think so."
"Edna sucked your ... your cock?" Janice blushed.
"I couldn't have stopped her if I'd tried."
"Well, Edna and I are different." She turned away and let his dick stand free.
"You're both female, and cocks are the things that females suck. Everybody enjoys sucking. Men suck titties."
"Oooh, Rick, you're so nasty!"
Her blue eyes glinted in the sparse light, and he wasn't sure if she was praising or condemning him. She wasn't sure herself.
"Take out your tits, honey, and let me see them," he said.
"Please don't call them tits!" Janice said. "There's a nicer word."
"Yeah, but it's not sexy. Say that again."
"What?" she asked, pouting.
"Tits."
"Oh, you!" Janice chided.
"Please. I like to hear you say it."
"Tits ... tits ... tits!" Janice said, blushing stronger.
"Now say titties."
"Rick!"
"Say it ... please."
"Titties," Janice said.
"Kinda nice, huh?"
"No! It's vulgar!"
"Take your titties out."
She opened her simple, shirt-style blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders, and turned to let Rick get at the hooks of her brassiere. He released them and reached forward, inside her slack bra cups, to fill both hands with her supple, nipple-studded globes. She took the bra away and looked down at his strong fingers curling partially around her big bulbs, squeezing them and forcing her rosy nipples forward.
He pinched each nipple between a finger and thumb and rolled them, making them grow even longer. They throbbed, and Janice thrilled. She squirmed against the grass.
"Oooooh, Rick ... !" she sighed heatedly.
He turned her and was about to go down on her boobs when she held him back. "Promise me you won't have anything more to do with Edna," she said.
"Nope."
"Rick!"
"This isn't a love affair, baby. We're just having fun. We're both grown up and we've had experience. We don't have to kid ourselves."
"Darn you! You make me feel so cheap!"
He lowered his head, licked one of her thrusting nipples, and drew it into his mouth. He sucked on her firm, tasty spigot, tugging at it so that her milk sac wobbled. He rolled her other titty in his hand.
Janice was so hot that she didn't know what to do. She grasped his cock.
He straightened up and let her look at what she was holding. The neat pink head of his vibrant organ seemed to glow in the moonlight. She kept staring at it.
"Go down," Rick whispered.
"I've ... never done it."
"You know you want to."
"I doooooon't ... !" she said weakly.
"Give me some head."
"You're nasty."
"Just take it in your mouth and get the taste of it," he said. "If you don't like it, you can quit."
She leaned closer. Her brain reeled lightly as the subtle fragrance of Rick's cock drifted up her nostrils. She really didn't want to suck him, she assured herself.
She lowered her head further and kissed the upthrust tip of his dick.
It tasted salty, but it wasn't too bad. The pressure of Rick's rounded glans teased her lips. She let her lips part a little, taking the head of his cock between them. Her senses swirled more giddily.
Suddenly she dropped her head the rest of the way, and Rick's splendid prick speared up into her mouth, soaking there as her lips encircled the iron-hard shank of his organ. She breathed through flaring nostrils. She tasted him thoroughly.
She began to pump her lips up and down, thrilling their nerve-ends as they glided against his hardness, feeling his veins and little ridges. She sucked, and thrilled all the more.
Rick played with her full, dangling tits.
Suddenly she raised her head, leaving his cock wet and gleaming, throbbing as it stuck straight up.
"You can't screw me!" she blurted. "I'm not protected-I'll have a baby!"
"Then suck me off."
"Oooh, God no!"
"I'll screw you and pull out," he promised.
"I can't trust you."
"Shit, Janice, we're gonna do it some way!" he said.
"Let me j-jack you off again."
"The hell with that! I'll stick it in your asshole."
"NOOOOOH!" she said, shocked.
"Then let's fuck, God damn it!"
"Isn't there something you can wear-a rubber or whatever they call it?"
"I don't use rubbers!"
"Then ... ?"
"I'll pull out, I tell you. Lie down and take off your pants."
"Rick!"
He pushed her onto her back, titties bobbling, and he flipped her skirt waist-high. He grasped her panties at both sides and removed them in a single sweep. She spread her legs.
"Oooooh, Rick ... !"
"Don't worry. I'll withdraw."
He pushed down his pants and shorts, then mounted her.
She had said she would never let this happen again. She had thought she didn't want it to happen, and she hadn't until today. Now she could not get along without it.
She thrilled as Rick parted the pink draperies of her cunt and nestled his throbbing cockhead between them. He pushed. His eight inches glided sickly into her, sticking all the way up inside her belly, and she clutched him, pulling him down against her boobs.
"Oooooooh!" she whimpered, grinding her hips around his deeply sunk rod.
She was tight, but she had gotten so excited that her fuckhole was slippery, and he could move with ease-slowly in and out, in and out.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Wowwww!" she shuddered. "How long has it been?"
"Ooooh God ... years!"
She began to fuck with him. Her fleshy buttocks patted the grass as her hungry cunt tilted rhythmically upward to take his every thrust. She stared up past his head at the brightly shining stars in a dark velvet sky, and then they all seemed to swim as she was gripped by fierce lust.
She clawed Rick's back through his shirt and hammered her demanding twat at him. He was riding her just right, rubbing her hot clit-head with every stroke. She gasped and moaned. She let out a little squeal.
They fucked fiercely, his stabber surging deep into her snug crevice with each plunge. Their well-greased, pumping organs made lurid, slurpy sounds. Her tits shook against his hairy chest.
She lifted her legs and bicycled them in the air as Rick pounded his long prick home, driving deeply into her and making her love it.
"Ooooh, Rick ... Rick ... !" she panted. "Oooooh, baby ... yessssssss!"
She came, her body enveloped by throbbing heat that gratified her female soul. Rick kept fucking her. She rose from the first climax toward a second. She didn't care if she had twins. Quadruplets, even!
Rick went to the short strokes, driving his strong dick quickly up and down in her rippling, clasping girl-hole. He gave her another flash of orgasm ... and another yet. She clawed and panted, moaning loudly. She came a fourth time, shaking and thrilling to her innermost depths.
Rick pulled his prick out and reared back, letting his long wand bob springily in mid-air, shooting blast after blast of musky-scented semen over her head, then into her hair, and down across her titties.
"Ooooooooooh ... " she sighed when it was finally over.
"Shit!" said Rick. "That was good! But, damn it, get on the pill!"
She pawed at herself, trying to wipe off his muck. "But I can't! I don't know who to go to."
"Get some from Edna!"
"No, I'd die first!"
Rick stood up, but Janice lay there, her heart thudding, her entire body bathed in blissful satisfaction ... along with Rick's spilled cum. So this was what she had been denying herself for so long, she thought-better by far than what she had gotten from her high school sweetheart when they were both sixteen!
Rick was so thrillingly big!
Well, not now, she noted, as she watched him tuck his soft dingus away. But when he was stiff and excited-God, he seemed to reach all the way to her throat!
She thought she loved him.
Edna paced in the tent, bugged by her students who were throwing pillows about. Usually she just ignored the brats, but now she couldn't take the hubbub, thinking about Rick screwing Janice outside somewhere.
She pulled on her robe and strode from the tent, vowing to teach Rick a lesson. She walked to his tent, jerked back the flap, and entered.
Old Jim, full of beer, lay on his back, puffing like a beached whale. He had left the lamp on, and he hadn't even bothered to undress, except for his shirt and shoes.
The sight and sound of him turned Edna off, but she approached his bunk anyway. She took off her robe.
"Hey!" she said, gazing down. She wore a shorty nightgown over frilled pants.
Jim didn't respond.
Edna leaned forward, letting her tits dangle in their flimsy cover, and she shook his fleshy, bare shoulder. Still, she couldn't rouse him.
Dead drunk! she thought. Shit!
Her scheme to get back at Rick by giving herself to his elderly boss was no good. So what was she to do now? Go back to her bed like a good little girl and forget Rick and Janice? She'd be damned if she would!
She turned out the lamp in the tent which Rick and Jim shared. Then she walked to Rick's bunk, yanked back the covers, and crawled in.
She hadn't noticed that Jim's eyes were open, following her hazy form in the dimness as she'd crossed the tent. She didn't see the sly smile on his face.
She lay in the dark and waited. It was tough, imagining what was happening out on the grass. It wasn't that she loved Rick. But he was a handsome guy, and an awfully good stud, and she hated to have that prissy, stupid Janice take him away!
She squirmed, and the cot creaked.
Finally she heard a sound outside, and she lay perfectly still. The flap of the tent was opened, and Rick came in.
"Jim?"
"Yeah."
Edna was surprised that the old man was awake.
"I got to the blonde," Rick reported proudly, as he began taking off his clothes in the darkness.
"Good," Jim replied. "But let's not talk about it now."
"Well, I just want you to know you won't have to worry about either of those broads," Rick went on, his tone revealing self-satisfaction. "I'll keep 'em both so busy that they won't find out what you're doing with the kids or even give a shit."
Jim noisily cleared his throat.
"What's the matter?" Rick asked. "Are you catching a cold?"
"No, you dumb jackass!" Jim said. "We ain't alone."
"Huh?"
"Check your bunk."
Naked, Rick turned toward his cot and made out Edna's form, huddled under the covers, just her fluffy waves sticking out above the sheet and blanket. He yanked the covers down.
"What the hell!" he said.
Edna kept her eyes closed. She didn't want Rick to know she had overheard his conversation with Jim.
"You awake?" the young man asked apprehensively .
There was no answer.
"How long's she been here?" Rick inquired of Jim.
"Half an hour, maybe."
Rick slid onto the cot, shoving Edna over to the edge and snuggling against her. She made a slight sound and let her eyelids flutter. Rick wrapped his hand around an elliptical titty, squeezing it through her gauzy gown.
"Mmmmm, that feels good ... " she purred sleepily.
Rick twanged her nipple through the nylon, making it stiff.
"Did you have fun with Janice?" she inquired with an acidic tinge.
"Sure."
"You dog."
"Now I'm going to have fun with you."
"A natural-born sheik," she said. "You'd enjoy a harem."
"Better believe it."
He kissed Edna's soft, pliant lips, tasting her with his tongue. She nibbled teasingly on his tongue-tip.
He slid a hand down her back and fondled her springy-firm buttocks through her lacy pants.
"Did Janice take all the starch out of you?" she inquired, groping for his cock.
She found the warm, smooth rope and lifted it, tickling the knot at its end. Meanwhile he pushed the scoop neckline of her nightie down and pleasured himself by licking and lip-tugging at her stiff nipples. The combination of her fondling his cock and his sucking her titties produced a resurrection of his recently diminished ardor, and she cooed with satisfaction as she fingered his stiffness.
"I shouldn't let you have me after you were just with her ... " Edna said.
"But?" He chuckled.
"Yes, damn you!"
She hotly fastened her moist mouth to his, and they kissed with churning tongues. His cock twitched in her hand.
"Fuck me!" she breathed into his ear.
"I want to do something else first," he said.
"What's that?"
"I want to fuck your tits."
She giggled. "You have funny ideas."
"Yeah. Lots of 'em."
He tossed off the covers and swung atop her, yanking her nightie all the way down her arms to get it out of the way. He knelt astride her middle, his prick sticking out and upward like a bowsprit.
"Why don't you lubricate it first?" he suggested.
"After you just had it in her?" she asked, making clear her displeasure.
"Sure. The taste of pussy isn't bad. Take it from a guy who knows."
He crawled farther forward and lifted her head, tilting it toward his dick. She smelled Jan-ice's cunt on him, and it was not too appetizing, but she went ahead anyway, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Her eyes rolled, and she saw Jim watching, propped on an elbow.
Shuddering with giddy excitement, she began to lick Rick's rod, trying not to breathe in too much of the raunchy scent which it carried. But she couldn't fail to taste and swallow its mixed flavor of cock and pussy. Pretty soon she didn't mind and took as much of his prick into her mouth as she could hold. She sucked it like a candy stick, gliding her clasping lips from near the base, back to the head, and off with a swirl of her tongue. She did this over and over, thrilling to the taste now, and to the feel of his hardness. She coated his cock quite thoroughly with her slippery saliva.
He backed up to straddle her just in front of her tits.
"Lift 'em," he said, "and make a nice little furrow for me to slide into."
Edna gripped her titties at their sides, stretched the boobs upward, and Rick glided his slick cock between. He stroked in and out, forward and back, rubbing his slippery rod against her smooth, soft titflesh.
The wiry hair around the base of his shaft tickled the undersides of her boobs. She wiggled them up and down along his stroking organ.
"Shit!" she said, giggling. "This is kinda fun."
His cock was practically surrounded by her folded-over flesh, and it was as if he was poking through a tunnel. He tilted her fluffy head forward once more, and she accommodatingly stuck out her tongue, touching the tip of his tit-fucking dick each time it surged toward her face.
He wanted to finish like that and splash his spunk in her face, but he was afraid that wouldn't please her. It was necessary to keep her, as well as Janice, happy.
He backed up, spread her legs with his hands and knelt between them.
"I still have my pants on, you dope!" she exclaimed, laughing.
"Well, pull 'em aside! I'm ready to stick you!"
Edna did as he had directed, and he drove his cock past the lacy edge of her panties into her wet, ready cunt. He sank his entire eight inches into her, stirred her cauldron, and she moaned.
She released the leg elastic of her panties and, as he stroked in and out of her steamy twat, he felt the lace-trimmed elastic rub against his long pole. He leaned on one elbow and played with her tits.
"Oooooooo!" she cooed. "Ooooooh! You've got a great fuck-machine, Rickie!"
He chuckled and kept socking it in. The cot creaked. Jim watched from the next bunk.
Edna swirled her man-loving cunt around the young fellow's rod, bumping every now and then, which made her pussy seem to gulp at him. He maintained a slow, steady rhythm, sinking deeply into her clasping warmth with every plunge. She activated her internal muscles, rippling them along his pole, and she hoped that might give him some pleasure which the less-experienced Janice hadn't been able to provide.
He gradually increased the tempo and vigor of his strokes, which seemed to prove his appreciation. Edna crossed her legs high over his back and pulled against him, working her hips in perfect time with his.
The creaking cot did a boogie.
"Uuuh ... ooooooh ... " she panted. "Damn it! Ooooooh, goooood!"
"Far-out fucking!" Rick rasped.
"Just don't stop! Don't you ... dare stop!"
They fucked harder, her well-oiled cuntflesh warmly caressing his every stroke. His balls swung against her lightly clad crotch. Her panty elastic, with its ticklish lace trim, kept dragging along his rod.
His rigid, deep-reaching thrusts gave her the pleasure she craved, and she forgot he had been with Janice. She forgot about old Jim, also. She and Rick had the world to themselves.
She pounded her warmly enveloping cunt up to him, and he speared it to his balls with every plunge. His hard column sawed against her clit-tip. She gasped. The tension built within her.
When Rick finally switched to the short strokes, she was ready, and they jazzed each other rapidly. She came, bumping and squirming.
Rick shot. He continued twitching, deep inside her, as his drawn-up balls spewed forth the jism they had manufactured since his romp with Janice. Then finally he lay still, his cock softening. He let it ooze out of Edna and got up.
She rose dizzily to a sitting position and restored her tits to her gauzy gown. She adjusted the crotch of her panties, which was quite wet.
"That's the first time I was fucked with my pants on," she remarked.
"Any complaints?" Rick inquired, standing next to the bed.
"Oooooh, baby, you know better than that."
She reached for his wet, limp cock, stretched it toward her, and kissed it.
He gave her a kiss after she stood, then a pat on her nylon-sheathed buttocks.
"See you in the morning, hm?" he said.
"Okay."
She started out of the tent, turned toward the older man's cot, and said, "I hope you enjoyed yourself, Jim."
"It was interesting," he admitted.
Drawing her robe about her as she left, she pondered what she had overheard between the two men. They probably were convinced that she had been asleep, which was just as well. Old Jim had something in mind for the children, and she wondered what it was.
She decided she would have to find out ...