Chapter 5
Kit screeched his Porsche to a stop on the side street by Harriet Fellows' house and slammed out of the car. Anabel was the one who wanted the Sea and Mountain Singles Club to help kill the Bello development and this meeting had been called especially to discuss ways and means... and she was nowhere to be found! He didn't know what the hell was going on with that wench but he was god damned well going to find out! He cursed and muttered to himself as he picked his way through the ice plant and scotch broom to the garden entrance to Harriet's house.
Anabel hadn't returned his calls all day. Not at home. Her mother would only say that Anabel was suddenly needed to do some work for her boss. Obviously the old lady knew more and just wasn't saying. Kit had driven all over town looking for that damn Anabel. You'd think, after last night, that woman would have a little more consideration.
The meeting was assembled and the wine being passed around when Kit knocked on the glass door. Harriet looked up and smiled radiantly at him, rushing to open the door.
"Why, Kit. We thought you had unexpected duty or something."
"No... just got a little hung up." Kit grinned sheepishly and tried to edge around the room to a vacant seat without disturbing anyone, but all talk stopped while he was greeted and hands were shaken and it was a good fifteen minutes before order could be restored and the meeting begun again.
Kit pulled out his sheaf of notes and pencil. He outlined what the proposed development would entail and what it would mean to the community and what would be adverse for the community at large in the intangible value of the open land lost, not to mention the wildlife and the balance of nature.
The uproar started then as they all said virtually the same things about the whole, hated project. Yet venting their collective spleen was not going to get them anywhere. Normally Kit would have interrupted and gotten them back on the track but he was restless and mad as hell that Anabel wasn't even here.
Kit looked around at the faces glumly. God, he hated meetings, he suddenly decided. That wasn't true normally, but tonight he just about hated everything. The same old people saying the same old things and not a practical workable suggestion in the lot.
Harriet excused herself. With a swish of her long, flowered cotton skirt she went to the door again. Kit tried to keep the discussion going. Hell, they were getting nowhere. At this rate they'd be here all night.
She brought in a tall, dark man, elegantly dressed, and so handsome he looked like he belonged in Hollywood. Kit hated him on sight. Phony. Pure phony.
"Excuse me for interrupting... but we do have a new member I don't think everyone's met as yet. This is Mr. Hal Crichton, and he is with the Land Development Company that will develop the Bello property when and if it's approved." She ushered Crichton to a low chair and poured him a glass of wine. There was a stunned silence while she did her hostess duties.
Kit sat as though struck dumb. Crichton! Good god. This must be Anabel's ex... and right here in the camp of the enemy. He was with the damned company that was trying to push this thing through. Kit crossed his legs and tried to marshal his thoughts and arrange his face in some semblance of composure before he looked up. So, maybe this was why Anabel had been so strange the last few days... but she sure as hell wasn't out with the guy now. He was here. Now Kit knew why Anabel was suddenly so interested in saving Del Monte from a fate worse than death. It was to get back at her ex!
As Harriet straightened up Kit could see down her peasant blouse practically to her navel! She looked different tonight. He realized then it was her clothes and her hair. Younger and gayer looking. Her dark hair curled around her shoulders... that long skirt and the soft white cotton and lace blouse drawn around her shoulders that showed plainly that she wore no bra. Well, what had happened to good old Harriet? What the Hell? Had she been mesmerized by the charming Mr. Crichton?
"... and therefore progress is not necessarily a dirty word." Hal leaned forward, smiling, gesturing effectively with his wine glass. Kit could see that the older women in the group were already won over. They were all simpering at him. Kit was getting madder by the second!
"Can you give us some concrete examples of progress being clean, Mr. Crichton?" Kit intervened smoothly.
"Well, I'm sure we all don't want to have to live with oil lamps again for one thing." Hal chuckled and there was an appreciative ripple of laughter.
"Ecologically, I think that might be a debatable point right now. I nave some facts and figures on the amount of land consumed by the power companies over the past hundred years... then there are the dams, the hydro electric plants, the nuclear plants... along with their attendant vices.... if you'd care to look them over." Kit said venomously.
"Well, I think the real issue at hand here is a small piece of rather worthless land that isn't even very nice to look at. This is the way it looks now..." Hal spread out a photograph of the rows of artichoke plants when the plants were dormant and dead looking, the weeds growing up around the bedraggled plants. "Now... this is what we propose." He held out a large ink rendering of the proposed development with greens and trees and slow curving streets and tastefully designed houses that did not look at all like their neighbors. There were large open areas and even a small park with a bridge over the little river and twisting paths. The artist had done a good job of fudging on the angles and focusing on the attractive planes of the houses. There were rather amazed murmurs of appreciation.
Kit could hardly contain himself. That phony unctuous bastard! These damn people were being taken in by all this stuff too. Christ! This was supposed to be a conservation group and they were all ready to capitulate to a slick L.A. shyster the moment he dropped a little charm on them. This was getting them nowhere.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Kit, "I believe that you can find that kind of drawing for any subdivision in the country. Needless to say... the finished product never lives up to the sketch. Harriet looked at Kit warmly as she passed a plate of cookies. "Kit's right, you know. It's amazing what poetic license an artist can sometimes take. I move we send a resolution to the city council requesting that they strongly object to the proposed development without further study by locally interested groups whose lives will be ultimately affected by this use of the Bello land."
Hal tried valiantly to change their minds amid the immediate flurry of talk and objections, but the motion went through; so he left shortly afterwards. Kit, seeing him sneak out, hurriedly went into Harriet's study. He closed the door and dialed quickly, if Anabel was home he had to reach her before that bastard did. But she was still out. Damnation! Well, at least she wasn't with that oily prick!
Kit was slumped in a deep arm chair, drafting a resolution to the council when he realized that the hum of talk had stopped entirely. He looked up wearily. Harriet was quietly sitting across from him with her shoes off and her feet tucked up under her skirt.
"Where'd everybody go?"
"Home, I guess. Let's see how dry your powder is, partner." She reached for Kit's clipboard, smiling warmly. Her breasts fell forward as she moved and Kit was uncomfortably aware of them, naked and full under the soft cotton.
Silently he handed the board to her with his notes. He got up and stretched, walking to get the kinks out. Christ! What a long damn day! While she read, he went into the study again to use the phone, knowing it was futile. It was. Anabel was still out and her mother didn't know when she'd be back. Jesus! It was almost midnight. He wandered back into the large, low ceilinged living room.
Harriet was still curled up reading. She looked up and smiled again. "Is she still not at home?"
"Who?"
"Whoever it is you keep trying to reach. I'm glad she isn't home. Look, Kit... this is fine..." She indicated the stack of notes on the clipboard in her lap. "We're lucky to have you. You did a rather adroit job of putting that Crichton man in his place too, I must say." Harriet stretched and stood up.
"I'd better be going."
"I just told you I'm glad she isn't home. Now we can have a walk on the beach."
Kit looked at her for a long moment. If that wasn't an invitation then he'd never heard one before. She was a rather pretty woman... in fact tonight she was damn pretty. He wondered if she'd left the bra off for him. Looked as though it wasn't for anyone else.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not that tired," she answered softly, her deep blue eyes looking up with a faintly beseeching air.
Hell, Harriet was a good gal but... well, why the hell not? Anabel was off with somebody. He didn't for a moment believe she was working.
Kit looked Harriet up and down solemnly. "We need people like you in Del Monte, Kit," he heard her say. "I feel the right way about all this... I mean about trying to keep out the big operators and subdivisions but all of us seem to be whining and impractical when we try to say something about it. You say it and it makes sense even to hard headed business types."
"You want to take along a coat? We'll discuss it on the beach." Suddenly he wanted to walk to the beach with Harriet Fellows. He wanted to walk until he was tired out... to walk until he didn't see Anabel Lee in his head anymore.
The moon was up and shone in broad rippling streaks of silver across the lapping waves that washed softly into shore. Harriet, shoes in her hand, walked barefoot beside him, a huge old wool shawl wrapped around her bare shoulders. A small wind blew her dark hair back from her forehead. She resembled a ship's figurehead.
It was late. No one else was visible and only a few tiny lights at the far end of the beach. They walked hand in hand, talking quietly. Kit began to relax a little. Harriet was a quiet, relaxing woman, and right now that was what he needed.
"I walk here every day. I'm grateful my father built the house so close to the beach... strange the primitive need we have for water. I mean, aside from the necessity. It's almost primeval... maybe because we know that all life came out of the water," Harriet mused.
Suddenly Kit felt strangely drawn to this quiet woman. He slipped a comradely arm around her shoulders as they walked. Harriet looked up at him and moved closer, her arm catching his waist and they walked silently like lovers along the hard sand. It was like another time, another place, the moon casting eerie shadows, the loneliness of the beach, Harriet, barefoot, in her long skirt and shawl. It was all strange and yet familiar.
Kit pulled her to him and kissed her. Harriet made no silly objections like Anabel. Her arms opened and as he held her, she wrapped them both in the warm isolation of the big shawl... Harriet's mouth opened softly under his, and Kit felt her lips tremble.
Suddenly there was assuagement for the ache in his gut that had plagued him all evening. His arms tightened and he was kissing her wildly, almost cracking her ribs. Kit felt Harriet's fingers pressing into his shoulders eagerly, her mouth taking his tongue gratefully. She sucked his tongue and probed back. They stood locked for long minutes, bodies pressed, tongues dueling, arms holding. There was only the moon to see.
"Oh, Kit!" she breathed as finally his mouth slid down her cheek to her throat and kissed from ear to collarbone. Kit felt his hardening erection rising to a bulge inside his pants. He pressed her into him, one hand feeling the roundness of her buttocks under the soft, long skirt. Harriet was good medicine. In the moonlight, one soft, white shoulder appeared where the shawl had fallen away. Kit's hand caressed it and then caught the drawstring of the peasant blouse, remembering she wore no bra. Urgently his hand found her full, white naked breast and closed on it as though it were his last hope.
Harriet shuddered and moaned faintly as Kit's hand found her man-starved breast. The sensuality of a man's palm there at last made her faint and she swayed slightly, eyes closing to savor that kneading hand that hardened her nipple to a turgid attentiveness. "Ohhhhh... Kit..." she breathed again softly.
Her breast was carved marble in the moonlight, white and cool to the sight, but warmly blood coursed and alive to the touch. With a low groan, Kit lowered his head and took Hie pointed dark tipped nipple in his mouth. Immediately, her hand came up to press the back of his head... to press his mouth even deeper on her full swelling erotic flesh.
Kit sucked desperately, his tongue laving the quivering nipple, his saliva wetting the whole dark area. She tasted like sun warmed honey. He drew the hot, hard little nipple into his mouth and tenderly nibbled the fiery little tip. She swayed and trembled at his touch, dropping the shawl unheeded on the sand.
"Wait," Harriet whispered.
As Kit's head came up, he saw her eyes glittering in the moonlight. They were wide and grave and held his as she gently withdrew from his arms and stepped back a few steps. Slowly and deliberately Harriet drew the soft blouse over her head and her arms lowered and the garment trailed from one hand as she stood, naked to the waist in the moonlight. Her breasts stood out proudly, twin hillocks whiter than the sand with earth colored patches at the tips, the nipples fiercely tight points of desire.
Kit swallowed, his mouth dry and his cock beating wildly in his pants. Harriet wasn't Harriet anymore. She was a lovely, earthily warm woman he'd never suspected existed. She looked wild and free in the moonlight, painted in his head by a master artist, the moon casting deep shadows under her full rounded breasts and at the hollow of her throat, her long skirt plastered against her thighs and blowing out behind her with the sea breeze.
She bent and picked up the shawl and then leaned down to spread it over the sand. Kit stood frozen. It was as though he were watching a tableau he dared not interrupt. Harriet's movements were slow, to an unheard rhythm, easy and slow and graceful. Her shoes became weights at the corners and then she stood in the center of the shawl, bare except for the blowing skirt. Then, even more slowly, she began to take it off!
Kit held his breath as she unbuttoned the skirt and let it slide down her hips, her eyes on his, mouth slightly parted. Lower and lower it slid, revealing more and more naked white skin. Abruptly it dropped to her feet and she stood proudly naked, beautiful as Botticelli's "Venus Rising From the Sea." A naked goddess, symbol of all womanhood.
Her breasts rose and fell softly on her rib cage with her breathing; one knee bent, the dimple of her navel making a deep point of shadow on the white plained body. The silence stretched taut and time froze motionless. Kit was caught in that freeze and only his eyes functioned, devouring Harriet's beautiful nakedness, so still and perfect.
He could see the high, hung heavy breasts like overripe fruits on the slim trunk of her torso, the indented waist that flared out in rounded hips and the flow of long, shapely thighs joined by the dark triangle of fleece. As he watched her statue-still body, the arms raised slowly and opened to him... inviting him, entreating him.
Something snapped inside him and Kit tore off his clothes like a madman, flinging them off as he walked towards her. Something had touched him and an unreasoning anger rose to cover it. When he reached her his hands shot out and closed brutally on those naked round hips.
Harriet felt Kit grab her viciously and crush her naked body into his own nakedness but not before she'd seen his hard, male body, hairy and muscular, wide shouldered, deep chested, lean hipped. His penis had sprung out in a mighty, blunt headed hammer from his loins, a murderous male tool to penetrate her depths. She shuddered in his arms at the unusual luxury of a hard male embodied in flesh that held her so viciously. In awe and reverence her palms smoothed up and down the hard back and buttocks and she smiled gratefully.
They clung together in the moonlight, shaking and trembling in their need. Kit could feel his maledom pressed full length against Harriet's soft white belly, her full breasts flattened against his hairy chest. Jesus! He'd never had such an invitation in his life... at least not delivered in quite this way! If this was a hungry spinster... then he'd better pray for more!
Kit swung Harriet up in his arms just for the sheer joy of holding her high off the sand. He walked around the shawl and finally laid her down on it. He straightened and looked down at her darkly, hands on hips, cock jerking out in front of him. She looked up and smiled faintly and her arms opened again... her long thighs stretched open and she reached up to him.
"God damn!" Kit cursed softly and threw himself between those white gates, Harriet cushioned him, her arms closing around his back tenderly and Kit's mouth found the hollow of her shoulder and buried there for long minutes, his hands clenching the white buttocks underneath. Kit didn't know how long he lay there... just lay there, listening to the surf out beyond their feet and the beat of his own heart and the pulse under his lips.
His hands slid up under her pinned body, feeling the hollows and curves, the ridge of the spine, the soft flesh. Twining fingers in her hair, Kit bent and laid siege to her mouth, raping that warm cave with his tongue brutally. Harriet whimpered deep in her throat in surprise. Some things a man wanted to do himself. Kit hadn't been seduced since he was a punk kid... and never like this. He liked it but it also made him mad as hell!
Harriet lay very still and passive. She sensed that he was angry even before his hands twisted her hair so painfully and his lips bruised hers so unmercifully. Somehow she always did everything wrong with a man. Try as she would she couldn't please them. For a little while she'd thought Kit liked what she did... but now. Damn. How did she always manage to spoil things?
Kit moved off her slightly to the side and lay looking down at her white nakedness. Harriet's head was turned away from him and he couldn't read her eyes. His hand came out to caress her hip and belly and she quivered at his touch. That was better. His hand slid up to enclose one thrusting breast and his mouth sank on the other. He licked up that great peak to the summit of her nipple that quaked under his tongue and he heard a low moan escape her. There was a faint salt taste to her skin now from the sea air. He licked until her whole breast was wet with his mouth's juice and the full cone quivered and gleamed in the moonlight.
Shifting a little, Kit half lay across Harriet and he grabbed both breasts in his hands and held them up to his greedy mouth, like twin ice cream cones and he licked and tasted and sucked them each in turn, his head moving over her, foraging and savoring the twin delights. The nipples quivered though they were hard as little nuggets. Leaning down again, Kit sank his teeth into the tender flesh and bit the tiny bud until Harriet screamed.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH... OOHHHHHH H... OOOHHHHAAAAAAAOOOOOOO O!"
"That good, baby?!!"
A low guttural groan was the only reply but her hands crept timidly now up to his head and held his hair as it lowered again to her breasts. Her fingers traced his eyebrows and nose and ears softly as Kit's mouth drew on the nipple again, sucking it hard into his mouth and her breasts swelled and she shook, moaning and beginning to writhe on the soft shawl.
Keeping his hands on the heaving breasts, wet from his mouth, Kit slid down a little and stabbed his tongue straight into the dimpled indentation of Harriet's navel. She arched and screamed with the hard, wet tongue tip probing at her dimple there. Her white hips lifted and strained up to him and her hands caught his strong forearms and hung on.
Harriet could feel Kit's wandering mouth, tracing the contours of her needing body like a sensor and she felt as though wails of delight were emanating from the very flesh itself! Oh god... to have a man kissing her all over, sending those fine ripples of sensation over her skin, stabbing her with the erotic needles of lust that seemed to pierce her flesh at his touch! No matter what else you had in this world... if you were a woman without a man... you had nothing. She'd known that for years but her men had been few and far between and mostly she lived on old memories and memories could not staunch a need that was like a wound!
Finally Kit arrived at the dark fleece, black as a shadow between her legs... the dark secret to entry. He touched the pubic hair with his fingers and waded through its softness to the top of Harriet's slit. With both hands he spread her open until he could see the dark pink labia gleaming in the moonlight! The folds were like security locks, with even another folded inside... the inner intricacies that led to the hollow heaven awaiting him! His face hardened as he drew one finger up through the groove of her copiously wet pussy. The flesh quivered and Harriet's whole body lurched upward and a scream of bliss tore out her mouth!
"A h h h h h h... AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Harriet felt the light touch of Kit's finger set off the buzzing of her nerves and it was excruciatingly exquisite! Her whole cunt drew inward, sucking on the nonexistent penis that belonged there. She felt tears gather in the corner of her eyes. Oh god, she needed that hot, hard cock so badly! Why was he torturing her so?
Slowly Kit leaned down and licked Harriet's inner thighs; the upper inside surfaces were wet with her frantic lubrications! He licked the juice from her white skin, savoring the hot woman's sticky liquid, lapping it, like cream, with a long tongue. She must have been in torment for she writhed and moaned agonizingly and her hands were clutching the open air. Christ! This poor thing was starved to death! The sight and the taste and the smell of hot female flesh was suddenly too much for him!
From a kneeling position, Kit took one last look at her contorted face and twisting body and the opened moist swollen pussy begging for a cock and he threw himself onto her with a yell. "Here it is, baby... here it is!"
With one huge lunge he sank his beating, aching cock to the hilt, straight up inside the hot pussy. He felt himself bottom on Harriet's cervix, his prick sheathed like a skin tight glove that threatened to cut off the circulation! One damn thing. She hadn't been used much! Jesus! She was so tight he felt it in his eyeballs!
"AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH HHH... OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" Harriet thought her body had split completely in two! The pressure was unbelievable and she thought she'd surely faint with the swift pain of that enormously solid rod of flesh that rammed into her in one great stab! It was as though she'd been skewered straight through her body and she could feel the mammoth spike coming out the back of her throat!
"GOOODDD... AHHH, GOD!" Kit clamped his mouth on her open one, feeling Harriet's cuntal muscles hanging onto him for dear life! They clamped around him like a million tight rubber bands and were already convulsing and squeezing him! She was like a virgin inside... tight and hot and constricting!
Her hips dug back into the shawl, backing away from the great painful weapon that impaled her; but there was no prying it loose! She was stuck on that huge pulsing thing, pinned on it like a specimen and she could feel it parting her flesh and she was cleaved in two. Oh god! She'd wanted him but not like this!
Easing back a little Kit flexed his ass and sent his cock jerking up inside her like a spring driven knife! His tongue lunged again in her mouth at the same time and she bubbled and gurgled with the pain, the sounds drowning in his hard mouth. Her hands pushed at his shoulders and she strained and squirmed and tried to ease herself under him but there was no escaping his phagous phallus.
Slowly then, Harriet felt the knife ease out and her breath come roaring through her distended nostrils. Only the head beat inside the entrance and then it came lunging in again! Oh god! It was so huge and hard and merciless! That great thing could kill a woman! It was practically rape despite her own secretions that eased the path.
Kit stroked into her then, beginning a rhythm and feeling the hard rubber band muscles welcome his entrance and reluctantly let him go. Christ! This hot, tight woman was so god damned good! In and out he stroked into her, hard and long. His balls were churning and boiling already and the ache was almost choking him in the back of the throat.
Wedging his hand under Harriet's white buttocks, Kit levered her body up to him and he was diving even further into the sopping warm, sucking depths of her tight channel. That seemed to ease her a little; her arms clutched him and her legs shot out to open herself even more to his driving ride.
The breath was laboring through his chest and Kit slid his mouth down to her shoulder, encountering tears on her cheek as he went, but her mouth was kissing his ear and his hair. Rising on his toes, Kit slowly screwed his pulsing, beating, blood-gorged prick into her in a spiral and her howling and groaning turned to whimpering mewls of pleasure!
"OHHHH... ooohhh, darling... Kit, darling... hold me... hold me... !" She was filled with the biggest, most bruising cock and he was fucking her less painfully now. Completely filled, every centimeter filled with Kit's hugely beautiful pole, she felt the twinging through her loins as she received him and began to rotate her hips in a writhing motion and he was clasping her so well, so closely and so well!
"That where you like... it... baby?" Kit inquired as he lunged forward again, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into Harriet's spread wide pussy and felt the hot, rubbery walled muscular passage close around his prick, absorbing his nakedly surging tool like a voracious lioness! Kit could feel her arch up to him, rocking gently and murmuring, trying to take even more of him. Full length inside her, the cuntal tunnel was warm and tight and he felt the blood bloated head ram her cervix as his sperm filled testicles smacked against the firm, white ass cheeks! Flexing his cock, he heard her moan beneath his imbedding driving cudgel.
"Oh god damn! God! OHHH god!" Kit groaned, screwing his faithful dong into her savagely! She strained to meet his pounding pound of flesh, her loins lifting to his driving jerks until her hips came off the shawl completely! He felt her legs wrap his hips as she struggled to climb his long pole, laboring frantically, incessant whining mewls coming out her mouth.
"Darling... oh god, darling... OOOHHHHHH!" Harriet gasped, Kit's delicious cock working inside her screaming, creaming cunt that he filled so well! He was surging into her like a wild beast and she could feel his balls whacking her bottom that was upturned in her straining to get ever closer to that life giving, fucking beautiful cock! She opened and closed her thighs, clenching him feverishly as she strove to meet his tempo that accelerated every second now. Oh, the wild, sweet feel of a hard man in her arms! She clasped him even closer, feeling his insane driving prick slamming into her even harder!
With powerfully long strokes, Kit rammed her brutally but she did not cry out except in rapture, tears of joy coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon! The pressure in his balls was intoxicating and almost painful. Oh god he couldn't hold it much longer... soon now... he just couldn't last much longer! He didn't really know how or why this came about but it was too good to have missed for the world!
"Ohhhhhh... ohh, lover... ahhhhhh, god... !" Harriet was moaning and mewling loudly under Kit's pounding, driving body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked a pagan rhythm up and down his pole, climbing him feverishly! She could hear Kit's animal groans above her own and, distantly, the sound of the surf as it beached on the sand below them.
Kit was gunning home with flesh-splitting crashes, driving his rock hard penis into the clasping mouth of her hungry pussy! His hands, holding her orbed ass cheeks, came in contact with Harriet's tiny, crinkled asshole. A small stream of hot moistness was screaming down over the tiny orifice from the clenching hole where he was fucking her. He ran his finger around the tiny, puckered hole, wet with her secretions that had drained down to it and he probed experimentally for a moment. Kit jabbed forward hard with his finger. The rubbery opening yielded slightly... then suddenly his finger was in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity closing around the foreign body tightly.
"A H H H H H H H H H God... God... A G G G G HHHHHHHHHH... she screamed, her body leaping even further at the lancing pain of his finger in her tightly reluctant asshole. Oh god! What was he doing? In her desperation, Harriet threw herself forward and then back. She was imprisoned, impaled on two foreign objects... Kit's huge cock in her pussy and his finger up her asshole and they both hurt-and yet... the mad passion was on her and sometimes she couldn't tell where pain left off and passion began!
Kit could feel his own cock through the thin wall of membrane in Harriet's body, racing in and out in wild intensity. He timed the thrusts of his finger up her rectal passage to his pistoning prick. Harriet groaned wildly under him and began thrashing insanely... forward and back and she was screwed on two immovable objects. She was yawing back and forth in a rocking motion and screaming to the night sky, tears pouring from her face!
Harriet had never known anything like it! Reaching... reaching out of sight for the ends of being! Everything had fallen away from her but the exquisite sensations of her long starved body that was open to whatever this beautiful man wanted of her. Shocked at first by his lewd finger in her rectum, she now backed into it as eagerly as she rose to meet the great blasting cock that lunged into her so rapturously!
"That's it, baby... fuck harder... fuck.... fuck... fuck it harder!" Kit screamed out his ecstatic agony of pleasure! His balls were on fire and so loaded now that he thought the very skin would burst! He could feel his cock swelling even larger as it drove into her sucking depths with maniacal force! Kit rammed it up into her even harder, in time with his obscene finger skewering into the rubbery channel of her anus. Harriet was gripping him even tighter between her imprisoning thighs. He continued the merciless thrusting of cock and finger with the whole strength of his hard, well muscled body.
Suddenly, Harriet's legs jack-knifed, the whole expanse of her upturned crotch presented to Kit's ferocious fucking. Kit could see her eyes rolling, her dark hair tangling with her thrashing head, the lovely face contorted in excruciating ecstasy as she strove ever harder for the ultimate release.
"GODDDDD, KIT... HIIHIHIH... I'm... ccccuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNN NNNNNGGGGGGGGG!" Her banshee wail burst into the night and Kit felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and his bloated balls began to burst! The heat was unbearable and he gasped like a dying fish in death throes, battering his body brutally into hers as Harriet spasmed convulsively against him and then he felt the dam go....!
Her legs locked him and her hips squirmed in a wild dance of joy and the bliss poured from her mouth in fresh screams that rent the sky! Kit's huge load rocketed into her straining flesh, rushing down the tiny narrow tunnel in a frenzied gush from his hugely swollen scrotum, along the narrowed tube of his maddened cock! The thin, hot stream spewed into her sucking cunt in never ending bursts! Sound that he could not control roared out his mouth simultaneously.
"CHRISTTTTTTTTTTTT... GGGGG AAAAAHHHHH... OOOOOOOHHHHH HH... FUCKKKKKKKKKKK... CCCU UUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Kit felt as though his very being was emptying into the hot sucking, milking depths of Harriet's hotly insane pussy! The stickily creaming tides gushed on and on, the roar of liquid cum flooding her every crevice and pooling inside her dark recesses! With every spurting, Kit felt his strength ebbing, ebbing into Harriet's receptive flesh that held him.
Still heaving and clutching, Harriet saw the stars burst in her head, burst in the dark brain as her whole body expanded and exploded in the ecstatic rapture! She felt Kit's mouth come down as he ground his lips onto hers, engulfing her mouth with his hot wet one. Oh, yes! Pinwheels of light flashed inside Harriet's eyes as their mouths molded together like molten metal even as their flesh was one... fused and forged in the hell fires of an unearthly passion.
The convulsions shook them and they cleaved and spasmed again and again, their bodies rising, as though they could, by straining hard enough, crawl inside each other's flesh! Little by little the spasms lessened and Kit could feel the last few droplets spit fitfully into Harriet's still sucking cunt where her juices had poured around his huge cock so profusely.
At last he fell onto her like a dead man, his best efforts spent, leaving him depleted and exhausted. No thought disturbed his numb brain for the sighing of the sea was all he heard as though the very earth was exhausted too.
Harriet held Kit's huge, sagging body, pressing her into the sand, and there was no need to open her eyes for the stars still shone behind her eyeballs in smaller and smaller pinpoints of light. A small wind cooled her blazing skin. A beginning had begun for her that might have already ended; but in the sand with the stars receding and the surf singing softly in the sea breeze, it could not matter.