Chapter 2
I awakened the next morning with the warm rays of the sun beating on my face. Rubbing my eyes, I suddenly remembered Sharon. She wasn't in the car. Christ! She'd probably slipped away while I slept. Shit! I'd been anticipating fucking again. Oh well, I thought, there are plenty more cunts in the world.
I rolled out of the station wagon, stretched, and looked out toward the sea. There squatted Sharon. She had gathered some driftwood and built a campfire. It was a startling sight because she was naked. It brought to mind the images I'd often had of myself on a idyllic South Sea island with a bunch of naked broads to serve and service me. As I plowed toward her through the warm loose sand I suddenly realized that I was naked too. I glanced up toward the highway to see if anyone passing might possibly spot us. Fortunately we were in a cove at the bottom of a cliff covered with trees and brush. Satisfied, I joined her at the campfire.
"Hi," I greeted her warmly, letting my eyes roam over the succulent curves of her blatantly naked form. Noticing, she returned the compliment by leaning forward and kissing the tip of my flaccid cock.
"How about some coffee?" she said. "I located the pot in your camping gear and decided to play the domestic bit for a change."
Sitting naked and cross-legged around the campfire we chatted and drank coffee for nearly an hour. The sun was getting pretty warm by then, and I felt like a million tax free bucks.
"I think I'm gonna get myself a nice sunbath," Sharon announced, rising to her feet. Her blonde thatch of lush pubic hair rode proudly on the crest of her beautiful mons. As she stretched and planted her feet slightly apart, pink lips peeked through the glorious golden foliage. "Hey. You got a blanket, Chuck. Get it; will ya? And bring my purse back with you."
When I returned with the blanket, she spread it out on the hot sand, and motioned for me to lie down. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a bottle of baby oil. Uncapping it, she flopped down beside me on her side. 'Turn over on your stomach. I'm gonna oil you up. Christ, you haven't been out in the sun for years by the look of your skin."
"No time. Too busy workin' my ass off for a shitty, nagging wife," I explained as she began rubbing my back, shoulders, and legs with the smooth oil. She did a thorough job of it, even greased up my buttocks and inside the cleft.
"Now you. Gimme that baby oil," I told her.
She complied and rolled onto her belly. I poured a small puddle of the oil into her butt-crack and started to slip my fingers between the slippery, resilient young cheeks.
"Watch it, Chuck. Don't get any kicky ideas about my asshole. Last time that action really smarted," she said, tensing the muscles of her buttocks and imprisoning my hand between the delicious flesh walls of her butt-cheeks.
"Now that you mention it, I seem to recall you liked it after the first shock," I countered.
"Just rub the bod, OK?" she replied, ignoring my remark.
I smoothed the oil over her firm young buttocks, down her full, rounded thighs, and up over her back. After I'd covered her backside thoroughly, I flipped her over on her back and poured some of the oil on her belly. It settled in a puddle in her navel I spread it smoothly over the soft, creamy expanse of her belly and stomach, then worked up to the upthrust mounds of her breasts. They were full, ripe, and warm. As my fingers stroked the oil over, under, and around the succulent melons I felt the nipples rise and harden.
"Hey, Chuck, that's groovy, man. God, I never had boob massage with oil ... mmmm," she purred.
Continuing to knead her resilient breasts, I slid my oil-covered hand down between her thighs. Lubricated as they were, my fingers slid easily into the folds of her lama. "Yeah, yeah ... ohhh yeah," she groaned in appreciation, and groped blindly for my crotch. After a second she found my member.
"Groovy, I'd forgotten how big and strong it felt," she croaked huskily. "Jesus, whatta knob on the end. I damn near couldn't get my mouth around it last night."
I had her clit between my thumb and forefinger. The oil, combined with the cunt-juice which was beginning to form on her swelling labia, made for easy massaging up and down the tiny hardening shaft.
With each downstroke I rubbed the swollen, throbbing bud of her clit. She was groaning and moving her vulva against my hand as the excitement began to course through her loins.
"Chuck! Ohhh ... yes ... there. Right there! Ohhh ... wow! Kicky! Outta sight ... oooow! Hey, not so fast or m come right now," she moaned, and twisted with delight. "Pour some of that oil on my hand, will ya?"
She had released my cock, and cupped her hand to receive the oil. I poured some from the bottle with my left hand. Promptly she regained her grasp on my rigid phallus and covered the swollen head and shaft with the smooth hot oil.
As her hand glided up and down the oil-covered shaft of my cock, it felt as though a massive vagina had engulfed my prick. Waves of tingling warmth and nerve-jolting sensations began to pound through my thighs and balls. The oil and the warmth of the sun had turned her gliding fist into a rippling hot cunt. My buttocks tightened as the raw lust began to spread through my body. I redoubled my efforts in her cunt and plunged my finger into the depths of her hole.
Suddenly she disengaged herself and rolled on top of me, straddled my waist with her slippery oil-covered thighs, then rocked back on her heels and balanced herself above my towering cock. My eyes feasted on the gross flesh mosaic formed by the succulent buttcheeks, golden triangle of thick pubic hair, and the swollen pink lips of her parted labia. The sunlight glistened on her wet cunt-lips and the gleaming shaft of my cock.
Reaching down, she grasped the base of my prick and eased the knob into position, just touching the hot swollen lips of her cunt. Slowly, she rotated her pelvis, causing the edges of her cunt-lips to ride around the tip of my cock. The resulting sensation was stunningly erotic. My balls grew taut, and my sphincter muscles began to spasm slightly.
"Fucky, sticky, pooo," she chanted above me, slowly sinking onto my cock. Inch by inch the throbbing knob sank deeper and deeper into the molten morass of hot flesh, golden hair, and cunt-juice.
I reached up and commenced rubbing the taut, protruding clitoris. She moaned hoarsely and squeezed my member with her vagina. She had completely engulfed it now, and was slowly thrusting back and forth. My shaft slurped in and out, in a rapidly increasing tempo.
On several of the forward thrusts I thought her dilating sheath would actually engulf my balls also.
Doggedly, I kept my forefinger clamped up against her clitoris so that it would make continuous contact as she rocked. Her head began to snap from side to side, and her eyes were closed tight. The long golden tresses of her hair whirled and swirled above me like a golden flail. Her face was contorted with lust. Through clenched teeth she groaned and muttered fuck-talk.
"Uh, uuuhhh ... God! The head of that thing is ... ohhh ... ahhh ... deeper, deeper ... gotta have it all! Oh yes, yes ... fuck me hard, you big bull!"
I was thrusting upward, now, meeting each of her pounding down strokes with a savage, upward motion. Repeatedly my huge cockhead rammed into the soft cushion of her cervix. It drove her to the peak, just as I began to feel the boiling cauldron in my balls about to burst upward. Quickly I reached up with both hands, grabbed a bouncing tit in each hand, and squeezed brutally.
"Yeowwoo ... oh GOD," she shrieked. The wildly fluttering muscles of her vagina closed in a mighty spasm around my cock as it sank into her hole, and we both came violently.
The gusher in my scrotum shot upward like a water hose as she shuddered and jerked in the throes of a shattering orgasm. My cock exploded in another burst of gism and my balls tightened violently as the surge-of exquisite sensations flooded my brain in a searing series of shocks.
It was several minutes before either of us moved a muscle. As the orgasmic waves finally diminished, I became halfway conscious again. Sharon lay forward on my chest, her hair spread in a golden silk mantle over my face and shoulder. She was still trembling and jerking from the sensations of her lust. "Wow, whatta wild ... way out ... trip," she gasped between breaths. "Jesus! I never felt anything like that with pot or acid.
Christ, who needs drugs with a stud like you around?"
Raising herself on her elbows, she rested her soft resilient tits on my chest. The nipples just barely grazed my own. She looked down at me with glazed, half-shut eyes and said, "You've made at least one convert, Chuck. This little chick won't be foolin' around with young boys anymore. When it comes to fucking, they don't even come close to a mature man. It makes me laugh to think how worldly I thought I was being, balling the young studs. They may have staying power, but they don't know shit from shinola about technique. God, where did you ever learn if your wives were so cold?"
"Between marriages, Sweetface, I met some very inventive females. Chances are, though, they would have turned into tightlipped, cold cunts too, if I'd married any one of them. That's one great point for you young cunt You probably love your sex too much to ever use it as a club," I explained.
"Right-on," she chuckled. "Any gal who'd give up her sex just to punish her husband is not only stupid but screwing herself too."
Lazily I rolled her off, gathered up the blanket and other stuff, and prepared to leave. I wanted to reach my first destination by nightfall. After we dressed and got hack into the station wagon she said, "Hey, Hard Man, where do you go from here? After you drop me off, I mean."
"Sharon, baby, I'm headed for Zodiac, a little-known encounter group, just above Carmel. I've always wanted to spend a few days in one, but could never get my wife to go with me. Too nasty, she said. Truth is, I think she thought I'd have too much fun feeling up strange pussy. After that, I'm going on a Body Odyssey."
"Sounds kicky, but what's that?" she asked. "After being confined in the marriage traces for twenty years, I'm gonna try every pleasure available from the fleshpots of the world. Before I pass from this earth, I'm gonna sample every size, shape, and color of cunt. Young, old, fat, thin, short and tall. I've only got about twenty good years left, so I'm gonna use 'em to the best advantage."
"Wow! Whatta groovy idea. That's our bag, ya know. Just enjoy, enjoy, enjoy," she replied excitedly.
"There's only one difference, Sweetface," I admonished. "I've already paid my dues to society. It may seem like a drag to you young squirts, but from now on you're gonna have to bear the load for my generation. We've done our turn at the ole grindstone and have earned our privileges; nobody handed 'em to us."
"I know, I know. I've heard all that before. Look, I'm going to visit Suzy, a friend of mine. Okay if Suzy and I join you at this Zodiac joint? After that, I got other plans, too."
"Be my guest, Sweetface," I replied.
"Hey! I gotta really groovy idea, Hard Man," she cried. "Why doncha stop by at Suzy's with me. Her mom's a real cool cat. I'll bet you'd really dig each other."
"Thanks, Sweetface, but I don't go where I'm not invited," I replied reluctantly.
"Aw, fer Christ's sake. Don't, be so fuckin' square. Suzy's ole lady is a real cool gal. I know damn well you'll be welcome," she assured me.
After a few more verbal jousts I gave in and agreed to stop in with her, but with the understanding I would be the one to determine if I felt welcome enough to stay.
"Wow, man! You're sure shy for a guy on a Body Odyssey," she giggled. "I think you might be glad I asked you to stay at Suzy's though."