Chapter 9
Not long after their wives had left to visit George Hardington, Brian, Christopher, Paul and James decided to inspect that portion of beach which had been suggested for the grand sex party.
It should prove to be interesting and might even be fun, Chris Barnet had said, having in the back of his mind the thought that perhaps they'd meet a few of the teenagers who were camping out of this "pussy paradise." In any event, it would give them something to do in their wives' absence.
And so the four men had hopped into Brian's auto and driven off in the direction of the "beach." The "beach" was about a thirty-five minute drive from their summer home, and with the aid of the map, which Rhonda had drawn while explaining the area, they had no difficulty in finding their way.
And now, having explored the out-of-the-way strip of sand and water, the four were enjoying a brief rest and the six-pack of beer which Paul Allen had thoughtfully suggested they bring along.
"Well, it's secluded, that's for sure," Chris was saying, sitting, as were the other men, just in front of a large sand dune.
Paul nodded, "Oh, yeah, it seems quiet enough," he said, looking slowly up and down the beach.
"Almost too quiet, if you ask me," James Keller interjected, after he had swallowed a mouthful of the refreshing beer. "It's almost eerie."
"Yeah," Brian agreed. "Where the hell are all the kids who are supposed to be here? Didn't my wife say that there'd be somewhere around twenty boys and girls camping here for the summer?"
"Yep, she did that," Paul answered. "Maybe those two kids-what were their names?"
"Dave Jackson and Henry Maxwell, wasn't it?"
"No, it's the other way around, Brian," James corrected. "Dave Maxwell and Henry Jackson. Jackson was the black boy, remember?"
"Oh yeah, that's right."
"Well, whatever their names are," Paul said, "maybe they were just pulling Rhonda's leg. You know how kids are-they get a charge out of putting one over an adult."
Brian shrugged. "Could be you're right, Paul. But Rhonda's not that naive. She would have known if their story was a phony."
"Well, then where are all these horny juveniles?" James asked. "I was hoping I'd bump into Miss Susie Jones again."
This brought chuckles from the three other men.
"Yeah, wasn't that something?" Chris said, grinning. "That good ass-fucking you gave the kid should teach her not to wander off the beach." Now she knows better than to stray from the area she and the others have staked out."
"Man, I'll bet her ass-hole is still sore from the reaming you gave it, Jim," Paul said.
Jim smiled. "You guys have it all wrong. I wasn't trying to chase Susie away. I wanted to give the pretty kid such a fierce fanny fuck that she'd come back for more." He turned from his friends and looked up and down the beach. "But maybe I did scare her off, after all. I've got the funny feeling that we're the only ones here. I don't think there's another person within five miles of this place."
Brian laughed. "Well that'll teach you to fuck only adult female fannies, Jim. See what happens when you corn-hole a kid? She probably went back and told her friends that some big-pricked bastard had ruined her ass."
"And then they all took off for parts unknown," Chris suggested, a small smile on his handsome face.
Jim shrugged. "Well, I've got to admit that it's beginning to look as if you're right. This place is like a graveyard."
"But the dead can't screw, can they?" a light, cheerful voice asked. "And we sure as hell are alive, handsome."
Startled, the four men turned to look behind them. There, standing on top of the sand dune, were four of the most taste-tempting teenage girls Brian and the others had ever stared at. And Brian was a high school teacher by profession.
The bikini-clad beauties were all smiling, each, it would seem, silently selecting the male she wanted to screw.
"Well, hello there, Susie," a smiling Jim Keller said. "We were beginning to think that you and your friends had left town."
"Not a chance," the perky blonde girl replied, her grin almost as bright as the brilliant yellow bikini she was wearing.
"Come down here and introduce us to your friends, Susie," Christopher said.
"And what pretty friends they are, too," was the grinning Paul Allen's comment.
Holding onto one another for support, the four sexy young females slid and stumbled down the sand dune to stand before the four adult males, all of whom had gotten to their feet for the introductions.
"Which one of these good-looking studs has the big prick?" asked the cute and curvaceous brunette who was standing just to Susie's left.
"Oh, Marcie, behave yourself," Vicky Andrews said, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly. "These nice men will think we're a bunch of alley cats."
"You'll have to forgive Marcie," Susie said, draping her arm over the brunette's shoulder. "She just falls apart when she spots a handsome stud."
"Ha, you should talk," Marcie snorted. "You were the one who told me how great that ass-fucking was."
"All right now, girls," Brian said, employing the tone of voice he used when trying to quiet a classroom. "Let's not get all involved in an argument. Susie, why don't you introduce your friends?"
The blonde nymphet nodded and then began the introductions, speaking the girl's name and then adding her age, as if the two were somehow mysteriously linked, the one inseparable from the other. "Marcie Adams, age sixteen," was the first introduced. Then, "Vicky Andrews, age sixteen," and finally, "Karen Farrow, age seventeen and one half."
"We're delighted to meet your, girls," Paul said.
"And last but not least," Susie finished up, "there's little old me, age fifteen."
"I think we've met," Jim grinned, winking slyly.
"So he's the one with the monster cock, huh?"
"Marcie, will you just shut up?" Vicky pleaded.
"News travels fast, Jim," Chris said, nudging Keller in the ribs. "You might become a legend in your own time."
Jim chuckled. "Oh, I doubt that."
"My sore ass-hole doesn't," Susie grinned. "You should see the size of the turds that I've been shitting."
The four males laughed, then, realizing that Vicky and Marcie and Karen hadn't met Chris, Brian and Paul, Jim made the necessary introduction.
"It was my wife who your boyfriend screwed, Vicky," Brian said. "He and his friend, Henry, gave her a real good time."
"Uh huh, I know. Dave told me all about it. But how did you know that Dave was my boyfriend?"
Brian smiled. "In telling my wife about your little experience with George Hardington, he happened to mention his girlfriend's name was Vicky. So, unless there's another Vicky around someplace..."
"Nope," Vicky grinned. "I'm the one and only."
"I'll say," Paul beamed, his eyes feasting on the teenager's overripe body. Either her bikini was two sizes too small, he thought, or she was blessed with a pair of boobs and a behind that would easily bring tears to a gal whose equipment was inferior.
There followed an awkward moment of silence, the eight people wanting to screw, knowing they would screw, yet wondering how best to start the ball rolling. It was in times like this, moments of indecision and doubt, that Marcie Adams showed her spunk. Marcie, as her friends well knew, could always be depended upon to come to the rescue with her usual lack of subtlety.
"Let's start fucking," she said, in a tone of voice which suggested that, to her, copulation was on a par with eating a meal. Both were natural, healthy, necessary, and fun.
The four adults looked at one another.
"You won't get any arguments from us, Marcie," Brian said, turning from his friends to talk.
Their was a brief moment of silence. Then Karen spoke.
"Marcie, you're just too much," Karen smiled, "But I will admit she had a great idea."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Paul asked, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his sports shirt. "Time waits for no man, you know."
"Nor for any lady," Vicky added, reaching around in back to remove the top half of her solid black bikini.
Clothes were hastily removed then, the four luscious teenagers divesting themselves of their bikinis while the four adult males, their eyes on the tempting girls, stripped to their skins.
"Are we going to have a bash one of these nights?" Vicky asked, stepping out of her bikini bottom. "Dave was telling me that your wife was really keen on the idea. The orgy, I mean."
Brian grinned. "Well, let's just say that we're working on it."
"This spot would be just ideal for a big boffing blast, don't you agree?"
"We're not too sure about that, Vicky," Paul said. "Fact is, we have another place in mind. We'll know for certain if the property we want is available to us, as soon as we get back home."
"To your summer house?"
"Right."
"I don't understand."
"It's not important, Vicky," Brian said. "If everything works out the way we hope it will, we'll get in touch with you and your friends. How's that sound to you?"
Vicky shrugged, smiled a big smile. "Sounds just great."
The eight were bare-assed naked now, the lean, hard bodies of the four males contrasting sharply with the lush softness, the tempting torsos and tails of the four sexy females. The pairing off was accomplished easily, naturally, the moment of hesitation and uneasiness which had afflicted them all earlier now a thing of the past.
Having been told of the wonders of Jim Keller's cock, eager to discover for herself the thrill of being banged with a mighty bone, Marcie Adams hurried quickly to Jim's side. She reached down and wrapped a hot hand around his flaccid cock. "He's mine!" she was telling the world.
Paul extended his arms, spreading them wide to accept the well-endowed Vicky Andrews, who immediately began to grind her succulent tits into his hard chest.
Redheaded Karen Farrow leaped over to Brian Talbot, who at the moment was comparing the spicy little doll to his wife. Karen was a miniature Rhonda, he thought, as he dipped a hand into the hollow of her smooth thighs and proceeded to squeeze tenderly.
That left Susie Jones with Chris Barnet, a match-up which both heartily approved of. Prior to having her rectum reamed by Keller's big beauty, Susie had sampled the shaft of Mr. Barnet. And now again her pussy was purring in anticipation of harboring the man's tool.
The couples gradually sank to the sand, male and female. Breathlessly aching for Karen's clitoris, Brian curled his lips around that stiff mini-penis and sucked it hotly into his hungry mouth.
Vicky felt compelled to suck Paul Allen's rapidly rising prick, and so, as he stretched out on the sand, she dropped to her knees and crouched between his spread legs, lowered her head and began
Last but not least, Marcie Adams, a girl whose broad but firm bottom was made for ass-fucking.
Karen Farrow, whose copper-colored cunt was in a state of readiness, wanted to waste not a single second. Preferring a good hot fuck with no time consuming preliminaries, she fell to the sand and rolled over onto her back like a well-trained puppy.
"Fuck me, mister," she growled. "Sock it to me.
Brian was more than willing to comply with the little redhead's explicit request. Pulse pounding, heart beating fast, he dropped between the girl's splayed legs and without delay sent his stiff prick scurrying up into her deliciously tight twat.
Christopher Barnet was in the mood for some oral sex, his desire to munch on a tasty twat no doubt sparked by the fact that the perky Susie Jones was begging to be eaten. Spread-eagled on the sand, her warm, young body squirming as if out of control, she beseeched her stud to chew her cunt to pieces.
His cock stiff, rock-hard and ready, Chris moved quickly into position between Susie's quivering legs. He lowered his head and opened his mouth, began burrowing his handsome face into the hungry teenager's golden snatch.
"Your tongue," Susie moaned. "Use your tongue-on my clit."
Chris was already too busy to answer, his searching tongue in butterfly swirl within the mushy confines of the girl's sex hole. He ate like one famished, his pistoning tongue imitating the movements he would make very soon with his blood-gorged cock. He poked and jabbed at Susie's. clitoris, curled his lips around that mini-penis and sucked it hotly into his hungry mouth.
"Ooooo ... good," was the always ready-to-be-reamed teenager's excited response. "Chew it for me, stud. Bite it bloody!"
Last but. not least, Marcie Adams, a girl whose broad but firm bottom was made for ass-fucking. Yet, strangely enough, Marcie was still the not very proud owner of a never once reamed rectum. Not even her steady boyfriend, a twenty-one year old Vietnam war veteran who had fucked many foreign sluts, had now taken on the task of deflowering Marcie's most delectable derriere.
But now all would be rectified. With the eager assistance of Jim Keller, she would join the ranks of those females whose fannies had played host to a thick male cock.
Yet it was not without a certain anxiety, a sense of foreboding, that the auburn-haired teenager arranged herself on elbows and knees on the soft sand, her plush posterior pointing toward the blue sky. For while she wanted very much to be corn-holed, enjoyed the idea that at last she would lose her back door virginity, there lingered in her mind one nagging doubt.
Could her never-before-reamed shit chute comfortably contain eight inches of rock-hard prick?
"Are you sure you want this, Marcie?" Jim asked, dropping to his knees behind the crouched female, his hard hands sliding over her curvaceous bottom.
"Yes, I'm sure. Go ahead and do it, Jim."
"I don't intend to stop once-"
"I know, I know. It's all right. Just put it in me back there."
Fear of the pain involved in the upcoming ass-fucking had taken some of the starch out of the sometimes smart-alecky, occasionally rude Marcie, and her words were uttered softly and not with the greatest conviction.
Still and all, she was most curious about anal intercourse and eager to learn if all that Susie had told her was true. This, combined with her determination to be bottom-busted, helped to make somewhat bearable the awful thought that when Jim thrust his eight incher into her she would scream bloody murder.
"Try to relax, baby," Jim said, directing the head of his bloated cock to Marcie's tiny nether hole. Earlier, he had spit into his hands and then smeared the viscous substance all over his tumescent tool, the better to gain entry into the girl's unused rectum. It was a kindness he figured Marcie would appreciate.
Now, as he held open the cheeks of her nicely rounded rear with his thumbs, Jim leaned forward and began the job of working his slimy prick up into her tight shit chute.
Less than ten feet away, Brian Talbot was throwing the meat to a whimpering Karen Farrow. Unlike thrilling than the one preceding, rapidly in and out of the teenager's heavenly sex hole.
It was like dipping your dick into a jar of vaseline, Brian thought, his taut buttocks bobbing up and down as he pistoned his thick prick in the girl's mushy vagina. She was tight, deliciously so, and the fact that her cunt was gripping his hard cock so fiercely added immeasurably to his enjoyment of the fuck.
"Slam it deep, baby," Karen growled. "Ram it up to my tits. Hurt me with your cock, you stud."
"I'll give it to you, you little bitch," Brian rasped, punctuating his promise with an especially brutal thrust into the teenager's weeping twat.
"More. Give me more. I want it all-everything!"
Karen wrapped her arms and legs around the humping Brian, held on for dear life as he continued savaging her vagina with his pile-driving prick. Time and again she was speared by his blunt bone, each mind-numbing plunge of his cock into her molten sex oven causing grunts of pleasure to burst from her throat cries of delight as he began the anal screw.
Jim, allowing his eyes to wander over the sea of naked, squirming bodies in Hardington's backyard, answered, "Yes, it's almost too good to be true. I've never seen so many naked people screwing at one time before."
Claudine smiled softly. Still averting her eyes from her husband, she said, "You certainly couldn't have chosen a better classroom, that's for sure. I mean, I'm getting an excellent education in sex, James. Did you see me getting banged in the butt by that big kid. And as soon as I've grabbed
"Call me 'doll baby,' " said the blue-eyed Dorothy. "That's what my father calls me." Rhonda on the beach."
Jim turned now to his wife, a frown on his handsome face. "Are you enjoying the party, Claudine? I mean really enjoying it."
The lovely French female chuckled. "Of course I'm enjoying this mad, mad orgy. What girl wouldn't? And look what a fantastic education I'm getting in the process. Boy, after a summer spent swapping and a few more orgies I'll be able to match the most skilled courtesan in technique. I'll be a regular little trollop always hungry for cock."
"Claudine, I-"
"You really owe Hardington your thanks, James," Claudine persisted. "I mean he's helping to further your wife's sex education." She started laughing lightly. "You' know, I'll bet you won't even recognize me when we get back home, James. I'll be a completely different person." She paused, then added, "And that should make you happy."
Jim studied his beautiful wife. He didn't speak, merely let his eyes feast on her lush nakedness, on the body that had and would continue to be explored by other men.
Claudine at last turned to her husband, her soft eyes locking with his. "It's going to be a long summer, Jim," she said softly, a sad, wistful smile on her lovely face.
Jim nodded slowly. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I guess it is."