Chapter 3
Gene Lewis waited until Monday afternoon to telephone June and ask her to meet him for another "solitary" sex bout. Restraining her venomous anger at him for backing out on their agreement to arrange a visit to "The Caves," she quietly told him to go to hell, that he was a liar and she would never touch his body again.
"Come on, Junie," he pleaded, "you know we've got a groovy physical thing going. Just because I don't want to share you, or my wife either, doesn't mean we shouldn't get off together. OK, I understand your being pissed-off. We'll just make it a 'quickie' then. I know a perfect place for fast but dandy fucking. You know where the-"
June hung up and stood with fists clenched, hissing air through gnashing teeth. The guts of that bastard, she thought. He ruins everything. He backs out on his promise. And then he has the gall to ask for a "quickie." She stamped her foot in rage.
The phone rang again.
She picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she said musically.
"It's me again," Gene said. "Listen, now don't hang up again, hear? All I want to do is meet you for-for, say, coffee or something and just talk this out, all right?"
"Yes, coffee," June said. "With my legs spread and your big banana jabbing inside me. You men are unbelievable! All you want to do is make chit-chat over Coffee or cocktails. Then first thing you know the paws are pawing and there's the music of the unzipping fly and picture of the Spaniel face all pleading and begging. Such bullshit, Gene. I thought you were above that."
"It was good with us, wasn't it?" He sounded hurt now.
"Of course, but that isn't the point. We had an understanding. You lied. Mandy's still my friend but you're a low-life. Now go away and just leave me alone."
"Please?" he whimpered.
It occurred to June that maybe he was sufficiently vulnerable now for one more try. "What about The Caves!"
"Jesus! I never saw such a one-track woman. It was nice last Saturday night, but I told you about the way I feel. Listen, you're gonna meet me at 3:00 sharp at-"
"I'm not meeting you anywhere, Gene. So long." And again she hung up on him.
She left the phone off the hook, grabbed her purse and went outside and got into her car and screeched out the driveway. Then, driving aimlessly, she flicked on the rock music station. The lyrics were suggestive, the rhythm sensual. Why was everybody making it, swinging in groups, boogieing and grooving but June Horvath? Once again, the terrible feeling that life was passing her by, that she was a dreary wife in dull suburbia engulfed her.
She turned the volume up to deafening proportions and, crazily, defiantly, reached down and massaged her clit through her denims as she drove. It was a beautiful August afternoon, not too hot, and she let her wrist then rub back and forth against her taut nipple through the work-type shirt. She had no intention of trying to "get off" while driving, but she loved listening to the music and exploring her shapely body briefly that way out in public.
Boldly, she said: "Fuck you, Gene Lewis. You tell me where the group-sex action is, or you get no more of this chick's puss. Hmm Umm. Fuck you, Gene Lewis," she sang in time to the music. "Mister Lewis, fuck you....Fuck Gene Lewis, doo-doo-dee-doo-"
Just ahead lay the public tennis courts. She could see the men and women all tan in their white togs and tennies batting the balls back and forth. Impulsively, she swung under the elm trees where she could sit in the shade with a good view of two handsome young men-about 20 she guessed-moving masculinely and gracefully as they rallied. She wished she could invite both of them over for a goddam "quickie" in the car. Yes, in memory of the lying mother Gene Lewis.
She got out of the car and strolled between the courts, wagging her well-shaped ass as she saucily made her way to the pro shop. She had to smile when several young men missed their shots, then stood gaping at her brazen display, her hussy-like walk. She went up two short steps to the entrance of the pro shop, then stopped, turned and, seeing the men still admiring her, winked and did a very slow grinding go-go girl type bump. Then she stepped into the cool of the shop. Mandy would be proud of me, she thought.
Except for a very handsome young man behind the counter, the place was deserted. The lad had sandy-colored hair, broad shoulders, and he was tall and just the innocent sort of looking kind of target she was in the mood for. Mrs. Horvath Turns Whore, she thought, imagining it as the title of an X-rated movie up on a marquee in the degenerate section of some sex-crazed city.
She wandered about idly, pretending to inspect tennis togs and rackets. Finally, she called the boy over.
"Yes, ma'am?" he said, coming over and standing beside her. His strong hairy legs caught her gaze, very blond hairy legs they were, and the excellent bulge at his crotch enticed her.
"Young man-uh-are you in charge here?"
"Not exactly," he said, his voice nice and low, his manner polite. "I'm the assistant here. May I help you?"
She let her eyes run from his ankles to his forehead, stopping only at his crotch. "We shall see," she cooed. "We shall very soon see." She picked up a metal tennis racket, grasping the thick handle firmly with both hands.
"That's an excellent choice," the lad said. "I use a similar one myself. But for a woman I'd recommend-"
"I'm not interested in tennis," June said. "I'm interested in sex." With effort, she kept a straight face, watching the boy out of the corner of her eye. "Are you interested in sex?"
He shook his head, obviously stunned. "Well, ma'am, I guess everybody's interested in sex all right. Uh-yes. W-would you like to look at some tennis outfits?" He coughed.
June ran her hand slowly up and down the thick handle of the tennis racket. "You know I used to know a fellow who was built like this. Well, maybe not quite, but pretty close. He was heavenly." She closed her eyes, as though remembering, puckered her lips and lowered the racket so that the end of the handle pressed into her tummy. Then, quickly, so as not to alarm the boy, she replaced the racket on its hook.
There was just the faintest trace of terror on the lad's face as he scratched his head and looked over his shoulder at the entrance of the shop. He was swallowing.
"Don't worry," June said. "I'm not a kook, nor an escapee from some mental institution. I'm simply having myself a delightfully lewd afternoon." She visualized the words LEWD AFTERNOON up on a theater marquee.
She gave him a housewifely smile and he seemed to relax. Then she remembered that bastard Gene Lewis's "quickie" offer and she said: "Well, are you?"
"Am I what?" he asked.
"Interested in sex." She reached out and touched his chest.
"Ma'am, I-I don't know what to tell you. My boss isn't here right now, but maybe you should come back and-and talk to him."
"Why?"
"I don't know." He shrugged helplessly.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" June asked, running her fingernail down his chest to his navel and stopping. She winked.
"Yes-yes I do," he said, beginning to breathe hard.
"Nothing serious, is it?"
"Well, no," he said. "W-we just date and I see her at school everyday." Inanely, he added, "Her name is Marion."
June laid her palm flat against the delicious flatness of his muscled stomach and rotated her hand. "Does this Marion give good head?"
"Huh?"
"I said does this Marion give good head! Since I first stepped in here I've been thinking about giving you the best head you ever had. But I keep getting the impression that not only do you think I'm crazy but that you wouldn't like me to give you the best head job you ever had before in your life. Is that true?" June puckered her lips and lowered her hand and gently gave his cock a squeeze.
The boy just stood there breathing hard, his eyebrows raised in total shock. But he was a male all right. He wasn't pulling away.
"What's your name?" June asked, rubbing his rising prick more boldly. It was a nice sized prick, she calculated, and she wouldn't mind sucking it at all. What had begun as a crazy vengeful game against old Gene "Quickie" Lewis was fast becoming a reality.
"I asked you your name," June repeated. The cock was really hard now and she was feeling its outline with intensity. Fervor.
"I'm Richard Ormsby," he said. "My name is D-Dick."
"Dick," June repeated, her own breath coming faster now. "That's a nice name. I love the name of Dick. Would you like me to suck your dick for you, Dick?"
"Oh, Jesus ... I-I ... You better go away ma'am. I mean, people c-come in here and-"
Still he wasn't backing away. They were standing there behind the racks, all alone in the shop, and she was openly groping his full erection and fondling his balls and he didn't know what to do or say. He had never experienced anything remotely resembling what was now happening to him-she just knew it-and she was adoring the whole ridiculous, seductive scene. For an instant it occurred to her that perhaps she had invented a new game-sort of like "streaking" except it would be called "groping." She considered telling him that she was a member of a new club of adult women called the "Gropers" and that this was their pastime (one grope a day), but she abandoned the idea. Instead she decided to be more direct.
"Tell me, Dick, if you were sure nobody would catch us, you certainly would allow me to drop your drawers and suck your prick, wouldn't you? Well, wouldn't you? Be honest."
His eyes were rolling toward the back of his head and his hips were thrusting ever so slightly. "Yeah," he squeaked.
"What?" June asked. "I couldn't hear you, Dick."
"I-I said, yes. But-"
"No huts about it, young man," June said. "Either you would like me to suck you off or you wouldn't." She took his prick out after unzipping his bulging fly. "Ifs a beautiful prick, Dick. Really a very admirable prick, and I'm not lying to you. I'm perfectly willing to give you a blow job right here. Of course it doesn't have to be a blow job. We can fuck if you'd rather. What would you rather do?
Would you rather have me suck you, or would you rattier fuck me. We can do anything you want. If s entirely up to you."
His hand reached out then and palmed her breast. His big hard-on was dripping like a dog's in summertime and his hairy balls were high up against his prick.
"You're f-for real? Y-you're not just teasing?"
"Nope."
Shuddering all over, both hands on her breasts as he looked over his shoulder while she slowly jerked on his rod, he said: "I'm afraid s-somebody m-might come in t-the shop. Oh, god, I want to do it all. I want to eat you, could I? I mean, want us t-to eat each other, and then I-I w-want us to f-fuck, too? Could we? Oh, Jesus, please, could we?"
"Darling, what do you think I've been telling you? Of course! You can even fuck me in the ass if you want. Would you like to fuck me in the ass, too?"
"M-Maybe," Dick said. "I-I don't know. What time and w-when can I meet you?"
He had unbuttoned her shirt front and both of his hot hands were working frantically on her braless breasts. She suddenly knelt down before him, licked the drippings from his lovely jolting hard-on, and then stood up. Still pulling on his rock-hard hunk of delicious male meat. She whispered hoarsely in his ear:
"Oh, no you don't, young man. No later rendezvous. Like it has to happen right now, or it won't happen at all," June said.
"Why," he said, literally jerking and spasming from head to toe. "I mean, w-why?"
"Because that's my mood." She stuck her tongue into his mouth, then withdrew it and licked his ear and then his eyelid, all the time working her hands furiously all over his genitals. "Don't you think I'm worth it?" Then she slid down his shorts and jock strap.
"Y-You're beautiful," he stammered. "You're worth anything."
"OK then, just lock this place up for, say, fifteen minutes and I'll take you to paradise. I swear I will. You'll never, never forget it, Dick."
"But I-I'm afraid," he said, stepping free of his shorts and jock.
"You're not expecting your boss back?"
"No, but the-the customers. I got no pants on!"
She forced his legs farther apart, so that he stood that way, looking a trifle silly as she teased his asshole and increased the massage of his balls as she palmed his rigid prong in long hard strokes.
"Of course you have no pants on. You're bare-ass and your big cock is sticking out. So what? Go and lock the door. Can't we use that little room back there?"
"I-I guess so," Dick said.
"You guess so?" June said, her own breath coming very fast now as her nipples tingled and her salivary glands gurgled and her vagina gushed. "Dick, few young men ever have the chance to experience what is happening to you. You just happened to catch a very attractive and sexy woman in a very special mood. Do you want to fuck and suck or not?
Sneakily, Dick covered his genitals with his hand and went over and closed the door. He pulled down a shade, too, and then he came back and stood before June looking very helpless, incredibly awkward with his big hard-on standing out that way in front of his immense furry balls. A strange gurgling sound emanated from his throat.
"Take that phone off the hook, why don't you?" June suggested.
He obeyed, and then she led him into the small room behind the cash-register counter. It was a stock room, mostly, but there was a cot against the wall with a wool blanket on it. Room enough.
She stripped off all her clothes and stood before him enjoying his thunderstruck and greedy and fascinated eyes feasting on her full ripe body.
"If you know any other young men-tennis players out there who would like to come inside-I'd suck them all off, Dick."
He blinked. "You would?"
She nodded, enjoying his puzzlement. 'Yes, but you see this is a one-time special. Today, I'm a lust-crazed woman, hungry for young male cock. Yes, I would suck three or four of you off right here-all in a row-but tomorrow I might not even say hello to you." She shrugged. "That's just the way it is. You'll never see me again. You want other men in here?"
"No," he said. "I want y-you all to m-myself."
"Very well," June said, offering her arms, extending them in loving invitation. "Come to me, Dick. Bring your great big, stiff hard-on and do anything you want to me. What'll it be?"
Indeed he was truly a child. He didn't know what to do-not even how to begin. Her hear beat hard against her rib-cage at the though of this delicious initiation. She stepped for ward, took him in her arms, his thick hard-on flat against her tummy, and she kissed him slowly, lovingly, teasing his nipples with her fingertips with one hand and fondling his balls with the other hand. His breath came in jolting-crisp blasts.
She continued kissing his cheeks and eyelids and ears, tonguing his face while her hands worked for several minutes, and then she sat down on the cot. The texture of the blanket was masculinely rough against her smooth buttocks and the springs of the old bed reminded her of gulls crying at the seashore.
Again, she extended her arms. "Come, darling," she beckoned. "Don't be afraid. It will be a short lesson, but it will be a lovely one-for both of us. First, it's important for you to know that this is no mere service. For instance, I truly want to suck your cock. Like it's not a rush blow-job from a five-dollar whore, you dig?"
"Id-dig," Dick said.
She remained sitting and pulled him to her. He was a splendid height. His prick stood out almost level with her chin. Perfect for a feast. She palmed his firm ass and gazed lustfully at his gorgeous out-thrust manliness, and then she began kissing the balls and mewing as she continued a steady stroking up and down on the flesh sheath. She encouraged him to thrust a bit and he responded, really getting into it, unafraid now. Again, she had him stand with his legs slightly parted so that she could run her fingertips up and down his inner thighs if she chose. Or tease his rectum. Or merely cret a better angle at which to kiss and mouth his balls.
Dick moaned a lot while she worked, and when she finally drew his flesh spear between her lips (this after much flicking of the tongue about its swollen and dribbling head), he emitted a sound that reminded her of a quiet lion's roar.
Twice she ceased her sucking to tell him "to relax and just pretend you're fucking a cunt." He got the idea and then it was truly splendid for both of them. She worked her hand low on his balls so as to work on the "subterranean hard-on," so to speak. And while her hands massaged the testicles gently against this deeper unseen part of the hard-on, producing feelings she was certain he had never experienced before (how could he?!), she gave the swollen member proper benefit of all the skill she had learned from husband, Norm.
He stood there, with her sitting before him, and the two of them created a work of slick saliva-gurgling-thrusting art. His balls met her chin with each instroke, and she allowed him to exit just to the lower ridge of his flanked prick-head. She made a meal of the thing for perhaps ten minutes, stopping him only when she suspected he might be ready to come.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she would ask him each time. He seemed indecisive.
"You may if you wish," she would tell him. "But you will enjoy the rest if you make it last ... and last ... and last."
He chose to make it last, because, just as she had suspected, he was man enough to want more of her body than merely her mouth and the squeezing of her breasts and nipples as he fucked that mouth. Her finger embedded in his anus seemed to drive him wild, and for an instant she felt certain that he might just go ahead and fire his sperm into her gulping mouth. But the next time she asked: "Do you want to come this way?" he replied, gaspingly:
"I-I want to suck your tits....I want to suck your cunt."
She smiled, her jaws slightly tired from the prolonged taking in of the stabbing hard-on, and stretched out on her side on the cot with her back against the wood-paneled wall. Instantly, he began sucking on her tits like a hungry child. Nursing, he couldn't make up his mind which big nipple to suck the most and, always, there was the delicious threat that he would suddenly descend to her cunt and cobble there. He grunted; his mouth was a milking machine....
Yes, that's what he had in mind all right, for finally his finger-fuckine of her pussy didn't seem to be enough. Still, she felt he needed further instruction.
"Not yet, Dick," she cooed patiently, gaspingly. "Play with the love-button a little more. Yes ... just that way ... good ... No, a little higher and-and don't press quite so hard! Ummmm, fine, you'll be a magnificent lover after this ... Ohhhhh. yessss. Suck tit, Dick, and do play with the clit gently-but-steadily until I tell you I'm ready for you to lick it."
The time came for him to eat cunt. They both knew it. He wanted it bad and she was ready for the male mouth gulping up her juices. The boy had good instincts, because he lingered long and lovingly en route to her hot and gushing hole at her rounded stomach. He kissed and palmed; licked at her protruding tummy, sticking his tongue into her navel as he continued his clit massage.
Her hips were rising up from the rough-textured blanket now in readiness for the settling of his gulping mouth on her cunt. She decided he should learn some "fuck talk." It seemed important that a boy should know women used the "good words" also, especially when getting fucked or being eaten. Girls his age were naive....
"You gonna suck my pussy, baby?" she asked. "Are you? Hmm? Answer me! Say it, Dickee, hmmm? Gonna eat mama's love hole?"
"Yeah ... gonna eat it," he responded.
"Gonna lick my pussy hole, aren't you darling? You can make mama come that way ... but I'd rather you fuck me after you eat me a while. Ohhhhh, yeah ... eat my cunt and then suck me. But eat me for a long time first, hmmm? Okayeeeee? Hmmmm? Say it...."
"Gonna eat your cunt for a longggg time," he said.
"Nice ... ummm ... tease everything with your finger while you lick my tummy, yes. Then make my pussy juicier than ever so it'll be gooey for yummy cock when it sticks inside my pussy-cunt. Ummmm...."
"Gonna make it soo juicy ... gooey. Yeah, then I wanna fuck it."
June herself was shuddering all over as she felt the manly, slightly-bearded cheeks moving lower, lower, until it was there inhaling-yes, his nose right inside her quim as he gasped and kissed and clutched beneath to lift her ass cheeks, to make a platform of the cunt he wanted to gulp.
Gently, June Horvath took the boy's cheeks in her palms. "Honey, take each cunt lip inside your mouth and suck on it for a long time. Then get the little inner lips-suck on those, too, and take them gently inside your mouth. You can nibble and lick at the inside cheeks of my ass, too. And all the time, every once in a while, keep coming back to the love-button. I mean, that's really where it's at! Ummmm, good ... soooo goooooood! Oh, Dick, nice."
Quite suddenly, it came to June that men really needed very little instruction when it came to eating a cunt. They were really quite good improvisers, each a bit different in style, but as long as they genuinely enjoyed themselves a girl enjoyed herself too. Yes, it was a good deal like cocksucking. The styles varied, but unless you were dealing with mere "servicing" or in the hands of a clod it was all very, very delicious business.
Strange, without prompting, the boy now had his tongue right up her asshole while his finger still worked on her clit! Too, too beautee-fulll! Providing you liked it, of course. And she was liking it a lot! There weren't that many really good reamers, at least not willing ones, but this lad was a natural.
And then his chin was filling up the central cavity while his tongue bathed and teased and steadily stabbed at her clitoris. The sound of her juices and his gulping mouth, the clash of earthy gurgling a sexual geyser in her ears, he finger-fucked her asshole at the same time. She thrust up hard now, directing his tempo, and he responded beautifully, gorgeously.
But then she had to stop him!
So close, whew! Nearly a crashing orgasm. No, she wanted his rod driving home, filling her as his breath rasped in her ear. She wanted his prick fucking her when she came!
"Stop! No, not yet! Dick! Stop it! I want to fuck! Not yet!"
She had to drag his sopping-wet face from her gurgling cunt hole, and she barely got him away in time. She appeased him by letting him gobble on her tits until the near-orgasm had passed sufficiently into the distance to cease to be a menace.
But now he was mounting her, coming far up onto her chest, holding his engorged gristle-hunk in his fist. "Ohhh, yes!" she screamed as he began fucking between her tits. She propped her head up against the bunched up pillow so that she could lick the tip of his cock each time it peeked through the squeezed-together crack of her tits.
She encouraged him until, once again, his prick began stabbing into her mouth. He liked this position, loved it! He began grunting so loud she was certain the tennis players outside could hear. With each mighty and desperate lunge he emitted a grunt-gasp. Both of his calloused hands were working on her tits, squeezing the nipples as she had directed, and then she took one wrist and showed him how to finger her cunt at the same time he fucked her face. "Ahhh," he gasped.
As he fucked her face that way, she massaged his balls with one hand and lightly tantalized his tiny erect nipples. His gasps became awesome, agonizing, great and desperate groans from the depth of his being. She sensed that he might come and, for an instant, she almost welcomed the flow of thick male spend so that she could gulp it down her throat at the precise moment he brought her off with his wagging finger on her clit. She stuck her finger up his ass then, which brought him to the brink, and to her amazement he voluntarily withdrew his pulsing, now-enormous erection.
"I-I wanna fuck," he gasped. "Gotta fuck you! Gotta fuck I"
"Yesss, darling. Fuck me! Stick it in my hole and stick my pussy good, baby," June cried.
All young Dick could say, over and over again, was: "I gotta fuck! Gotta fuck!" And he was descending, his rod in his hands and ready for the insertion into the ooze of her cunt-pie.
"Gotta fuck!" Dick gasped, at last in position. "Gonna fuck!"
And then, to her horror, June Horvath saw the older man attired in tennis shorts standing in the door. He had opened it and he stood there with his big hard-on in his right hand.
"Me too," the older man with the enormous hard-on said as he advanced. "Me too. I gotta fuck too."
Dick jumped, glancing over his shoulder. "George!" he cried. "Oh, God! George, I-I...."
Dick seemed to want to apologize, but apology seemed impossible at this most crucial of sexual moments.
"Stay right where you are, boy," George said. "After all I'm the boss, right? Stay right there, Dick. We'll both fuck. That is, if it's all right with the lovely lady. Or-or maybe even if it isn't."
Neither George or Dick could possibly know it, but the sight of a second man, hard-on in his hand, was the most beautiful surprise June Horvath could imagine! He was a tall man-virile, about 40.
"Yessssss!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Let's all fuck and suck! Ummm, oh god, yessss!"
George was a cool one-obviously a veteran at approaching a woman, maybe even a veteran at the "group" thing. "Stay right where you are boy. Just drag her ass over to the edge of the cot, so you can-fuck her sort of standing up. I want you vertical, Dick, so I can climb up on her chest and let her gobble my prick while you slam it to her. Uh-is that all right with you, ma'am?"
June realized where young Dick had learned to say "ma'am." She shuddered with anticipation, eying the enormity of George's long, thick wanger that he held in his hand. He was jerking on it slowly, for her inspection, obviously knowing that at this stage it would arouse her mightily.
June reached out as young Dick dragged her ass to the edge of the cot and pleaded with her hand for George to let her feel its hot and throbbing immensity. George stepped forward, let her grope it for a minute with desperate, fluttering fingers, and then he stepped out of his shorts and came and sat astride her chest. She tried to engulf his stout shaft immediately, but the devil teased her. He grasped her throat gently, holding her back and, leering, just played with himself in close view of her gulping lips.
"Go ahead and stick the meat to the lady, Dick," he commanded, and young Dick said: "Yes, sir."
June felt the boy's cock, iron-hard and eager, press slowly between her mercury-slick, gushing cunt lips and up against her cervix. She bent her pelvis downward to better feel its rigidity within her oven-hot pleasure cave.
"Fuck her real easy, boy," George said. "We got us a hot one here. No use hurryin' her. I git the feelin' she'll do most anything." He cackled lewdly, and pressed his hard rod against her chin. "Lick the end of it," he commanded, releasing his hold on her throat just a little.
June had to extend her tongue with great effort, because he wouldn't let go entirely of her throat. He was making her earn every slight contact she could make with the oozing cockhead. She wanted it all inside her mouth. She wanted the whole tennis-racket-handle-like flesh hunk in her greedy mouth. But he was making her beg for it, the bastard! It struck June as the height of irony that she had begun a teasing game with young Dick, and now she was herself a victim of sorts. It was she who was the one being used, teased, tantalized.
"Ohhhhh," June groaned as young Dick slowly, steadily worked his deliciously bone hard prong in and out of her contracting hole. "Please?" she whispered to George, imploring him with her eyes, gripping the meaty monster at the base and trying to cram it inside her waiting mouth.
"Sure, sugar," he said, cackling again, and then with one mighty thrust, he slammed the thing to the back of her throat and grabbed at the back of her head until she choked and gagged. Crazily, the sadistic bastard knew what he was doing, for she knew she was being "cheap" and a "whore" this day, and it was as if she deserved a certain degree of abuse.
Gradually, George eased off, letting his giant, swollen meat retreat so that she could make a meal of the thing. God, it was huge I She loved administering to its pulsing drippings while the cock below fucked at a steady but excited pace. What a contrast! she thought. Below, an eager boy all trembling and overjoyed with such a happening, while up above on her chest a veteran cocksman who knew when he had a woman at his sexual mercy.
"Fuck her in the ass if you want, Dick," George said, smiling down at June's desperate mouthing of his hard-on. "Take my word. This bitch'll go for anything, won't you?"
June tried to nod, her thoughts a blur of crazed lust as the two cocks abused her, used her, took her to slow and steady cock heaven. She swallowed, bobbing her head, groping big hairy balls.
"Say, little lady, would you like a few more cocks to make you happy, huh? Shit, I mean, we could get a hard-on for each hand, and one to plug you in the ass. How'd you like to have a hard-on in each hand to jerk off, and one in your cunt and one in your ass while I stick your throat this way? Bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
June could barely hear his words, but everything within her begged to fulfill what he had had just described. Visions of hard, spewing cocks filled her head. She wanted hard pricks stabbing her everywhere. Oh, yes ... yes ... yes ... She had gone temporarily cock-crazy and she knew it, but she didn't care.
Big George withdrew his saliva-slick member, glistening in the dim light-daylight-that showed through the partly-open door. "Wanna few more hard-ons, lady? All very confidential, but if you want 'em, I can recruit a few willing guys from the courts. You're on a sexual holiday, right? I know your type. Right?"
June could barely form the words with her swollen lips. Suddenly she felt so ashamed, so cheap. But this bastard knew exactly where she was coming from this day. He knew; he understood ; he was having a field day.
"Yes, oh, yes," she found herself blurting. "Get me more cocks. Get me all the cocks you want! I want them, fucking me, sticking me. I want to see them and suck them and fuck them." She was astonished at the sound of her own voice shrieking. "GET ME MORE PRICKS, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
George's face was a hideous leer as he slapped her across the face with his heavy hard-on and climbed off, like a cowboy dismounting. "Stay right where you are, Dick Keep fuckin' this bitch nice and easy. But if you make her come, I'll kill ya, hear?" He shook his head. "I'm gonna git us at least two more pricks for the li'l lady-three if I can round 'em up. Whooeee! We got ourselves a lady nymph for a day. Yahoo! This don't happen too of ten!"
He slipped into his jock and shorts, placing his prick up under the waist-band so it wouldn't show, June guessed, and then he exited. With George gone, June tried to speed young Dick's fucking efforts, but he just plugged away, slowly, holding back, waiting as he had been instructed by his boss. June babbled fuck words at the young boy as he shoved his meat deep into her hole. She was waiting ... waiting ... desperately for George's return.
Oh, a washcloth in a hot tub was never like this, she thought. If George could return with more stabbing, hard pricks her sexual fantasies would at last come true-at least partially. She prayed that George would succeed in bringing back more cocks-great, hard, meaty monsters for her to have her way with.
"Fuck me harder, Dick!" she commanded. "Damn it! Can't you fuck a girl harder than that? Come down hard, hard, harder!" But the boy wouldn't obey. He merely continued his workman-like fucking, sticking it steadily to her.
"Work on my clit, damn it!" she screamed. "Finger the clit while you fuck!"
"C-can't," the boy gasped. "Gotta wait for G-George ... and the others ... gotta wait...."
And he simply went on fucking mechanically, stalling for time.