Chapter 12
When Dudley and the redhead joined Vic and Lissa, they were all naked as a plucked duck's ass. The new gal's hair almost glistened in the moonlight. And she appeared a lot sexier than she had when Vic first saw her in the drugstore.
Dudley quickly made the introductions. The carrot-topped whistle chick's name was Gloria Dumont, and, as Vic feasted his little black eyes upon her, he thought the name was perfect. She was glorious, worthy of any young stud's attention. She hadn't looked so hot in her slacks a few days ago, but now, in the nude? Brother! His whacker leaped and waved its head at the new girl. His temples were pounding as he gazed at her willowy body. She moved a bit, and her legs, smooth as satin and whiter than milk, ascended to her compact mounds of tantalizing buttocks. Venus, Vic thought, even with three good arms couldn't have been more appealing. Gloria's feet were tiny, and, in the moonlight, reminded Vic of a pair of white doves. His gaze moved upward. On each side of her enchanting pussy the pubic hair curled out, fine-spun and auburn, and he thought a bit jealous in the way it was trying to conceal her tantalizing box.
His mouth was watering. He wanted to suck Gloria's enchanting pink nipples. Her boobies were snow white, unmarred by any ugly veins. Her cascading auburn hair swirled nonchalantly over her white shoulders.
"Hey, Vic!" Dudley poked him with an index finger. "You gonna stare at my chick all night?"
"I might," Vic said. "This moonlight is almost bright as day."
"Well, let's get going. Things are a bit too light here. Let's move over near the edge of the course. There's some big clumps of willows on a creek bank. We can take our own sweet time over there."
Quickly, they walked to the border of the course, and lay down on the blanket Dudley had brought. Vic could see the moonbeams dancing on the shallow water, trickling over the rocky creek bed. Nearby a thrush was singing his heart out to his lady love. Probably working up a good fuck, Vic thought. A field of blooming clover sweetened the balmy night air. It was all very romantic, Vic felt, but right now he wasn't hot for frothy romanticism, he was hot for a thrilling piece of ass, and there were two enticing whistle chicks right under his nose. His small whacker was throbbing and his balls were aching. He wanted to get screwed, fucked hard and fast.
"Well," Dudley growled, "do we do it, or don't we?"
"Okay, okay!" Vic exclaimed. "Have you popped Gloria yet?"
"Not yet. We heard you and Lissa coming and we waited."
"Fine," Vic said, "and I got a swell idea. Let's all four do it together. Get us a double kick." He faced Lissa and Gloria. "How about it, girls?"
"Suits me," they chirped in unison.
"Gloria, you flop over on your back," Vic ordered.
"Just a damn minute," she bantered. "I got a better idea. "You lie down, Vic, on your back."
"Okay, doll," he said, shrugging. "You show us. I'm game for anything hot and different."
He turned on his back and Gloria lay across his lap.
"Now, Vic, you grab my left leg while I lift my right."
He obeyed and her alluring thigh felt hot and quivery under his eager fingers.
"Now, Lissa," Gloria went on, "you get to your knees and lave my pussy. Don't be shy, honey. It won't bite you. I'll do likewise for yours pretty damn sudden."
Dudley was twisting on his side, frowning. Gloria was lying so that her lips were very near the head of his prong. "Now push up and I'll jack you off," she told him.
He frowned again, but started hunching when she began working his whacker. Gloria was smiling, but shuddered violently when Lissa tongued her pussy. Gloria's soft fingers were exploring between Dudley's legs, spidering his balls and pumping his whacker. She was gazing at its head. She spread her lips and Vic saw Dudley push to meet them.
"Now don't bite me," Dud said, grinning.
"Lover, if I do," she murmured, "it'll be so thrilling you'll pass out."
Vic felt Gloria's body stiffening and saw Dudley's face go rigid and his eyes close. Vic realized they were about to come. But where would that leave Lissa and him?
He tried to take in everything with one long look. Gloria let out a yelp and pushed her pelvis up, up. Was she creaming off into Lissa's mouth? Dudley's little whacker was spurting a white load at Gloria's open lips. Most of it shot into her mouth, but a little splashed onto her chin and throat.
"Lick it off, sister," she told Lissa.
Lissa hesitated for a long moment, but since it was all in the game, she laved Gloria's face.
Vic was getting mad. Lissa and he had been cheated. They'd had to watch Dudley and Gloria get their rocks off, while they were left dry.
Lissa faced them, her eyes narrowed, her breath quickened.
"You cheaters!" she cried. "Now scram out of here while Vic and I get our jollies!"
Dudley grinned at Gloria, but she didn't grin back. "Let joy be unconfined, you fuckers," Dudley said. "Gloria and I will do the same all by our lonesome."
"No, we don't!" Gloria flashed. "I want to sample Vic's technique. I've wanted to ever since the first time I saw him. You stay here with Lissa, and Vic and I will hunt another spot."
"Okay, okay," Dudley said, shrugging. "Anyway, I've been panting to screw Lissa for a long time. So go ahead with Vic."
Gloria laughed and spidered Vic's throbbing prong.
A few moments later Vic and Gloria had moved a few yards up the creek bank. They lay down on the blanket Vic had snitched from Dudley. For a bit, they stared at each other, then chuckled. Vic rolled over and kissed her enticing lips.
"Aren't we devils?" she kidded. "Will Lissa raise hell with you?"
"Naw," he muttered. "We got an agreement, sort of. I guess we'll marry sometime, if her old man doesn't queer it. But chances are he's too busy out screwing some fresh cunts to bother us. Anyway, Lissa and I have decided to get our kicks before we tie up."
"Wise boy," she said. "And you know I feel the same way about it. Screwing is great fun, and I've heard that our fucking machine never wears out." She shrugged. "But I imagine the same old prick and pussy, night after night, can get mighty tiresome."
"Maybe, babe," Vic said, "but let's get going.
This first time is going to be something else."
"Sure, big man." She guided his hand to her crotch. "And don't let my little hungry trap snap you. It's got curly red hair protecting it, but you can find a way through it, if you try."
"I'll try, babe, I'll try hard," he laughed. "And if I pass out from sheer joy, just slap my face."
She spread her marble white thighs and Vic crawled in between them. Her eyes gazed deeply into his and her soft fingers caressed his hair. Her cherry-tipped boobies pressed against his small ones, and she worked against them. His whacker was jerking, his balls drawing up.
Gloria's enticing arms went about his shoulders and her sweet lips and tongue found his.
"Vic, honey," she murmured, "I've been nuts about you ever since I saw you in the store. If you'd asked me for a date right then, I'd have ditched that other guy and begged you to screw me."
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "That hot, huh?"
She said nothing, but her remark made him feel swell all the way from his ass to his Adam's apple.
Gloria arched her back, twisted her hips and raised her lovely breasts. Vic spanked her fascinating nipples, thrusting savagely with his tongue. She moaned and squirmed.
"Jesus, big man, that's so good!" she gasped. "Keep doing it!"
He did, and reached over and turned her on her belly. He put his hands beneath her and pulled her up tight against him. She was on all fours, her ass writhing and pushing.
"Okay, Gloria?" he asked.
"Any way you want it, honey."
She rested the front of her alluring body on her elbows. Vic moved in tight behind her and let his whacker's pulsing head nuzzle the twitching lips of her enticing pussy. He clamped his hands under her pelvis and pulled her back hard against him. He felt his prong, hard and stiff, pushing into her creamy cunt. Her inner muscles pulsed and clutched like the grasping fingers of a miser. Jesus, they felt good! His balls jerked up and his whacker leaped.
Holding her tightly, Vic started thrusting in and out. Her seductive pussy fitted him like a tight glove.
In a minute, Gloria's whole tantalizing rear was twisting and pumping. She was meeting Vic, thrust for thrust. Vic was hot as a rocket, but Gloria seemed hotter, if that were possible. His prick still felt as if it were being clutched in miserly fingers, but this time the fingers seemed to be burning.
Gloria began thrusting at him so furiously he feared he'd come before he wanted to, and before Gloria could shoot her cream. She was such a dazzling female he couldn't bear to cheat her. And he knew the orgasm would be much more ecstatic if they could climax together.
Now, she was starting to twist and beat the blanket with a fist. She was rolling her head from side to side in a frenzy of sexual ecstasy. He knew her rocket was just about to whiz off.
So Vic really bore down. Then he felt his whacker jerking and gushing. His balls drew up so tightly he feared they would squeeze up into his belly. His load hit Gloria just as she was making her pussy leap and clutch his spurting cock. They came together. In a moment he started to pull out.
"No, no, Vic!" she cried. "Don't leave me. Let it stay in a minute."
She kept to her hands and knees until his whacker got as flabby as the neck of a gone gander. He could still feel the pulling and pulsing of her pussy, trying to revive his cock. At length, her enchanting body collapsed on the blanket and he rested his head on her tantalizing ass.
For a time they lay there, breathing hard and relaxing. Then he moved up beside her. She promptly draped her body over his and kissed him lovingly on the cheek.
"Vic, big man," she whispered, hoarsely, "I'm going to take you away from Lissa. I don't give a fuck what Dudley or any other stud says. You got to be mine."
"Hey!" Vic stared at her. "You really liked it, didn't you? I was afraid my hammer wasn't big and heavy enough to—"
"It's fine, Vic, fine. You really banged my spot."
Looking at her again, he felt a creepy stirring in his balls. Damn! he thought, J can't believe it, but I'm getting horny again.
"Oh, Vic," she cried. "Wonderful! You're getting—"
"Yeah, doll," he muttered, "it doesn't know when it's licked. It's begging for more action."
She got on her knees, pressing her flawless boobies against his thigh and taking his prick between her curving lips. Up and down, repeatedly, her radiant head moved on his stiffened cock, while her soft fingers spidered his balls. Gently, he withdrew his prick from her lips and mounted her. Her hands went beneath her head and she opened her sleek thighs. Again, Vic saw that ravishing pussy, a work of art. Its pinkish lips were quivering and Gloria's flowerlike back was arching.
In one savage thrust he pushed his prong all the way in. She yelped, then chewed his neck violently.
"Lordy, big man," she moaned, "that kissed my joy spot. Do it again, just like that."
But he didn't. He wanted this ecstatic fuck to last as long as possible. He even thought of putting it to soak for a couple of minutes, but Gloria would have none of that. Her feet flashed up and locked around his ass. "Move in, honey," she begged. "Move closer."
So Vic pushed his limit repeatedly, faster and faster, till his prick and her pussy were hot. She began whimpering and squirming. For a moment Vic thought he wouldn't be able to stay put, but her thighs tightened like a vise and he grabbed her buttocks with both hands. They bucked and fucked in a wild orgy of voluptuous abandon.
"Now, Vic, oh, now!" Gloria squealed. "I'm coming! Hold me tight, lover!"
They again came together in long, gasping, moaning cries . . .
After that, Vic felt so pooped that he let his face sink between Gloria's dazzling boobs and breathed their tantalizing fragrance. For a little while, they lay there, breathing jerkily and gradually recovering.