Chapter 4
The girls poked their heads into the shower stall to tell me they were leaving, demanding a goodbye kiss that brought my just-lathered cock climbing up to investigate the little wet noises of our lips.
After their shower, which I suspected included more than the relatively uninteresting act of bathing, Sherry had lent Teresa a mini-dress and donned another exactly like it. My face popped out from the curtains to examine the results.
"Are either of you wearing panties?" I demanded. The hems of the dresses barely covered those exquisite little cunts.
As though they had practiced the move, they flipped the garments in perfect unison, displaying the sheen of pink nylon between their mouth-watering thighs,
"My uncle is a puritanical monster," Sherry complained to the wide-eyed Teresa. "He never lets me have any fun."
Teresa started to giggle. Then her eyes dropped to where the head of my prick had sneaked through the curtains to stare at them with its single eye. Her grin faded and a hungry look crept over her face. "Oh! Wow!" she whispered.
"Oh, Christ!" Sherry moaned, grabbing the girl's arm and dragging her toward the door. "I'll be back about four, Brad."
Teresa managed one more look at "my dong, and she gave me a quick smile before preceding Sherry in their noisy exit. I didn't have time to say anything, although I was on the verge of calling after her, "It's been nice screwing you!"
Throughout the remainder of the shower, I tried to fit the episode into proper perspective. But the only thing I found interesting was the prospect of fitting my cock in Teresa's hot little quim. Admittedly, her erotic vocabulary left much to be desired. However, her body English was quite fluent. If we exercised that pussy a few more times, I was confident she would be able to take that last half-inch, and I've always been a bug about regular exercise.
Sherry still had me puzzled. She had jerked me off, and let me bugger her with undisguised enjoyment. Yet I still had no notion of what was really going on behind that lovely face.
I toweled and dressed, gobbled down a sandwich I found hi the frig, and retrieved the camera from the scene of battle. Heading for the darkroom, I grinned in anticipation, a plan shaping itself in my brain.
When Sherry returned, I could use the photos to stimulate her keen imagination. Perhaps, if I got her really steamed up, she would let me pay tribute to that furry man-trap she had so successfully defended. That didn't mean I wasn't pleased with Teresa's offering. It's just that I wanted to fuck both of them. Repeatedly! Frequently! Inventively!
I concentrated on the chemicals and the clock, working in the dim red light until I was satisfied with the narrow strip I wound about the drying frame. By the time I had built and enjoyed a Tom Collins, the negative was dry, and I wasted no tune feeding it into the enlarger and exposing a series of eight by ten papers.
Bending over the trays, I developed another erection along with the pictures. The shots I had taken of Sherry's tongue wiggling into Teresa's pussy were hot enough. But the ones she made while I was trying to cram nine inches into an eight-inch hole were fantastic.
She had caught one close up of my prick when it happened to slip completely out of Teresa's foam-ringed slit, capturing every detail, including the way the pussy juice glistened on the swollen veins. The cock looked so lifelike I expected to see it throb.
As I hung the prints up to dry, I wondered why I had never before let anyone take a picture of my prong. Or, come to think of it, why I hadn't done so, myself. Several times, when I was stuck with the problem of angle, I had photographed my own hands and feet, using the pictures to put the proper perspective in my drawings. But I had never even thought of using my cock.
I spent a few hours at the drawing board, finishing three frames of a future strip before I hit a snag. I had placed the heroine, an under aged, over-sexed blonde, in a tree. Hanging face down, she was being muffed by one of the heavies, a big muscle-bound ape with an impossibly long penis that was, quite naturally, in full erection. The problem was that I wasn't sure any girl could really make it in that awkward position.
I took a few liberties in the strip with the size of organs. But I tried to be reasonably accurate hi the performances of the various characters. The few times I had goofed, the publishers were inundated with letters from the college kids who evidently used the strip as a sort of training manual.
I was still sitting there, trying to decide whether to go ahead with the next frame, when Sherry returned. She breezed into the studio, jammed her warm tits against my shoulder, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. Then she took a look at the half-finished panel and pursed her cute mouth in concentration.
"Can a girl really come like that?" she demanded.
"I don't know," I admitted. "That's why I'm stuck. I thought you might tell me."
She shook her head. "I don't see why she couldn't. Look at the way he's licking her."
"The trouble is," I explained, "that I have to be accurate."
She chewed her lower lip for a moment. "Why don't we try it?" she asked suddenly.
My cock raised its head in quick interest at the suggestion. Any activity that would give me a crack at her pussy deserved my full attention. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" It seemed the proper thing to say. She gave me a devilish grin.
"I think I'll enjoy feeding you a slice of hair pie."
There was a rather densely wooded area behind the house, and little likelihood of any trespassers happening on us during the experiment. It didn't matter. By the time we had walked a hundred feet into the woods, my prick was so hard I wouldn't have cared if Carl Duff had marched the whole congregation over to watch.
Sherry scampered ahead to examine a tree that closely resembled the one in my drawing. A thick limb hung at exactly the right distance above the ground, and its bark was smooth where her legs would be draped across it. She gave the limb a pat and looked questioningly at me.
"Perfect," I told her. I licked my lips as she started pulling the dress up and over her black hair. The big breasts bounced free and pointed their extended fingers at me. She ran her fingers through her hair before hooking the panties and working them down over the boyish hips. The black silk of her cunt hid the cleft of her plump little pussy, but I knew it was there, and my salivary glands shifted into high gear.
"You're supposed to be naked," she reminded me, ogling the tenting of my slacks. "We ought to do this just like the drawing."
It was no time for argument, and I stripped my clothes off in record time. My prick sprang up in happy freedom, swinging from side to side as if surveying the improbable scene. Sherry stretched her hand up to touch the branch, and the movement did things to her tits that tightened my balls in excitement.
"You'll have to help me up," she said matter-of-factly. I walked over, and she glanced down at my bobbing pole. "I could use that for a step," she suggested.
"Bitch!" I murmured. "You would!"
She slid into my arms with a little sigh, raising those wet lips for the kiss we both needed. From knees to mouths, we were separated only by our skins, and our bodies moved to sample every inch of the delightful contact. Her tongue was a demented snake that wriggled between my teeth to strike with angry darting at my own swirling muscle. Her hips, held captive by her own lust and the clutch of my hands on her well-rounded ass, managed a savage grind that rolled my throbbing prick between us.
I would gladly have continued the embrace, for my balls had worked their way into the juicy crack of her cunt, and were sliding about in their oily sac like a couple of freshly peeled grapes. But Sherry disengaged herself with a firmness that made me lose my grip on her buttocks, reluctantly but agreeably.
I made a saddle with my linked hands, and she placed one dainty foot in it, the movement parting the lips of her pussy until I could see the damp slit and the little purple shaft of her clitoris. Then, lightly and easily, she swung herself up to straddle the limb, her thighs clamped about it as the wood pressed itself into her moist crotch. She looked down at the black curls, and her lips made a little grimace of pleasure. Gripping the limb with both hands, she slid herself back and forth, rolling her cunt against the curved hardness.
"Hey!" I protested. "What about me?"
She answered through tightly clenched teeth, her hips still hunching her slit against the limb. "Find yourself a nice juicy knothole!"
The girl was unbelievable. One moment, she was a saucy vixen who seemed capable of instituting any perversion. The next, she was a baby-faced innocent labeled "Don't Open Until Eighteen!"
Just when I was damned near ready to follow her suggestion, she threw one leg back across the limb, gave me a smile, and fell backward. I made a grab for her before I realized the move was intentional. Locking the back of her knees against the sturdy limb, she hung, head down, thighs slightly parted, exactly the way we had planned.
"I'm ready when you are," she chirped, blinking up at me and adjusting her legs to widen the V of those luscious thighs.
Ordinarily, I would have rejected such a cold blooded approach. But the position was far from ordinary, and my blood was equally far from chilly. My cock was still thumping with every pulse beat, and my interest in that deliciously moist crack was no longer confined to the original question.
All I had to do was step forward, for my lips were on a level with her upside down twat. My hands slipped behind her swaying hips to steady the target, and my mouth opened, tongue extended and stiffened.
"Ummmmm!" she murmured. My tongue slid into her cunt and began twisting about inside the tight sleeve, expanding and contracting to massage the nerve endings of the pulsating labial ring. My teeth rammed against the fluttering lips of her vagina and my lower lip worked up and down over the swollen lance of her clitoris.
She favored me with a gush of pussy juice that filled my mouth and spilled onto my chin before I could swallow it down. The slippery liquid gathered in her thick bush, and my chin slopped noisily as I worked my mouth in avid suction. She felt good, she tasted good, and I was ready to settle down for a full meal on that tart-sweet cunt. Then, my knees jerked, and I groaned a soundless curse into her convulsing vagina.
Since my lips were even with her crotch, it followed that my prick was within easy reach of her soft wet mouth. Without touching it with her hands, she had managed to work her head into position and slide her lips over the head of my cock.
Once she had it in her mouth, she held it by sheer suction, and the resulting sensation in my prong made me try to cram my entire face into her mushy vaginal entrance. Her tongue was swirling about the plumlike glans, and her saliva bathed it in a wet heat as she continued that ball-tugging suction. I had to push my cock farther into her mouth in self-defense. If I hadn't, she just might have sucked the damned thing right off at the root. I gave her the first four inches, and tried to match it with my tongue, reaching up into that honey pot like an ant eater trying to dig out the last victim.
I had the answer to my earlier puzzle. Sherry was coming. My god! Was she ever coming! Her ass vibrated like a jet preparing for takeoff, and the vaginal muscles spasmed about my flicking tongue as though the cunt was trying to swallow my lingual member. Her juice, thick and hot and creamy, spilled into my mouth in a delicious flood. I slurped it up, working my tongue as fast and deep as possible, marveling at the vacuuming power of that young pussy as it undulated in concert with the waves of ecstasy generated by her explosive orgasm.
She was still tugging and licking my cock, and as the shudders of her first climax became ripples of pleasure, she surprised me with another inventive maneuver. This time, it was so unusual that I was hunching in happy response before I figured out how she had managed it.
The lips had been clamped about my cock just behind the head, holding me while her tongue performed its ablutions. Now, my prick was being fucked by her hot, sucking mouth. The lips were sliding from their original purchase all the way to the base, and my glans was pushing past her palate to drive into her convulsing throat.
Sherry had simply given her swinging torso a little push with her flexed thighs, and the laws of physics did the rest. Her head, being the lowest point on the pendulum, swung back and forth. Since her mouth was already fastened about my cock, the motion sent it sliding up and down the shaft with a most pleasing result. When I added the force of my own hunching, my prick deep-throated her, and my balls spread out over her nose and eyes with each delightful thrust through those soft, but determined lips.
My tongue was stirring up another batch of honey in her spasming cunt, straining as if to reach the mouth of her womb, then wiggling back to caress that oily pulsating clitoris. Occasionally, I clamped my teeth about the base of that tasty little spire, and lashed it with savage flicks until her ass was bucking with the pleasure of my flailing tongue.
I didn't intend to come. At least, I didn't intend to come when I did. I wanted to make it last as long as possible, for my throat was tingling with the pleasure of gulping her copious exudation, and my tongue was enjoying every thrust into her cunt.
But Sherry had other plans, and my prick, being wiser than I, offered its full cooperation. It flashed a message to my hips, and I fucked that greedy mouth with an artless savagery, plunging to the balls in her gulping throat as the semen boiled and expanded, seeking an escape from its contracting prison.
Her pussy delivered another series of spasmodic gushes, and I scooped out the thick cream with a tongue berserk with desire. My teeth nibbled on the spongy lips of her vagina and the slick clitoral shaft that tried to bury itself behind its hood in orgasmic retreat. The juice spilled over my chin and neck, and I felt it trickling down into my chest hair, there to be splattered and spread by her belly as it bucked against me.
Sherry's tits, hard-nippled and swollen in their strained inversion, jabbed like glowing coals into the lower curve of my abdomen, the mounds yielding to our combined pressure to roll like warm pillows above the sucking slurping lips that sped from crown to root of my throbbing piston.
I was only faintly aware of her dancing fingers, fluttering about my madly hunching ass cheeks and trailing warm tips through the sweaty cleft. But, when one finger stiffened to insert itself hi my tightly clenched anus, the awareness became an insistent sense of combined pain and pleasure.
Still working her oral magic on my strutted prick, Sherry was rolling my balls like slippery marbles with one hand, while the other fucked her index finger in and out of my anus, driving into the flexing chute past the second knuckle and teasing my responsive prostate into a powerful convulsion of ejaculatory release.
Sherry was coming right along with me, that hot little cunt grinding against my mouth and yielding a real gusher of pussy oil to grease my tongue and bathe my tonsils. I managed two huge swallows of the delicious gravy before I gave her the first volley of semen far back in her throat.
I expected her to gag as the ropy sperm volleyed behind her writhing tongue, for my hips had followed her on the back swing, and I was jamming my balls against her dainty nose. Instead, she made a little gurgling sound, and I felt her throat muscles clamp the spurting head of my prick in a hot undulation.
It seemed impossible that she could swallow with all that cock meat filling her mouth and throat. But she gulped my come with a suction that seemed to pull the cream up from my balls. Her finger, still shoved deep in my tail, massaged the engorged bulk of my prostate with each expulsive spasm, and the resulting sensation buckled my knees until it seemed that I was supported by the suction of my mouth on her gushing cunt and her mouth on my spurting cock.
I came up for air, and my hips eased their pressure to slide my prick back to where she could work her tongue over the head, sucking the last drops of my come with little nasal moans of enjoyment. Her finger slid out of my ass, but both hands held onto my buttocks as she continued to nibble on the tip of my prick.
My arms went about that narrow waist, lifting her until her calves and heels could slip over the limb. I staggered backward, holding her clamped against my chest, my chin buried in her splayed cunt, and her mouth still sucking hungrily on my rearing cock.
Slowly, her hands slid down my legs to brace against the carpet of green grass. Her lips relinquished their delightful grip and I eased her down onto her side, standing over her like an ancient satyr, my prong still hard and ready for renewed combat.
She stared up at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her upper lip, flecked with traces of my seminal flood, twitched with desire. She rolled onto her belly, drawing her knees up beneath her belly until they pressed the big globes of her tits. Her ass, pink and inviting, curved in the late afternoon sun, the black curls of her pubic hair peeping from between the lightly tanned thighs.
"Fuck my ass, Brad!" she exclaimed hoarsely. "Fuck Charlie again!"
Jesus! She was playing games again! Just like the night before. Pretending to be a boy with a yen for a stiff cock up his rear. I took a deep shuddering breath.
"Is your tail really hungry, Charlie?" I asked softly.
"Hungry for that big dick!" she hissed. "Hell, yes! Get on me, Brad! Hump me good!"
"Wouldn't you rather go back to the house, Charlie?" I was getting a little nervous about some innocent visitor noticing the station wagon still there and looking around for us. I could imagine their reaction when they saw us both, naked and sweat covered, and my prick sticking out like a gnarled tree limb.
"Here!" she panted, moving her rump suggestively. "Now!" She wasn't giving me a choice. In fact, she wasn't giving me anything. She wanted my prick. Not to please me, but to satisfy her own perverted need. That I would enjoy it was incidental to her own demands.
I started to straddle her hips, and my prick slid between her legs, the head nuzzling the dripping jaws of her cunt. Quickly, she pulled her thighs together and shifted her bottom to avoid the pressure.
"In my ass!" she gasped. "Hurry! Put it in!"
The slippery tip found the winking circle of her anus, and I grabbed her hips, putting my full weight behind that stiff ramrod. My buttocks clenched and my pelvis shot forward.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Her cry split the air as my cock split her asshole, driving through the straining sphincter and up into the hot grip of her intestine. Her bottom shook and wiggled, but I had a good hold on the flared haunches, and I plunged through the mushy resistance until she had the whole nine inches. My balls rolled in her wet snatch, and I kept my cock hilted as the powerful muscles shaped themselves in delightful adjustment.
"Christ!" she panted, digging her fingers into the grass. "You get bigger and bigger!"
"Want me to pull it out, Charlie?"
"No!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me! Fuck me till that hot come shoots up my ass!"
I've always gotten a special kick out of screwing dog-fashion. The fact that my tool was in the rear entrance made little difference. Somewhere in my ancestry, there must have been one of the many Arabs who find the asshole superior to the pussy in its pleasure-giving ability. Of course, most of them were using tender young boys for comparison, and the kids had been thoroughly trained in the use of their anal muscles, But Sherry's tail was just as hot, tight and slick as any boy's could possibly be, and she was just as skillful with those internal muscles.
I fucked her with a variety of strokes, twisting my hips from side to side so my cock would grind against the shuddering wall of her intestine as it drove in and out, stretching the elastic tissue until my prick could move more freely inside the churning sleeve.
No more than twenty strokes into the ride, and she was bucking through a moaning climax, her colon squeezing my cock with each orgasmic shudder. To heighten the illusion of normalcy, the hot oil of her intestinal tissues laved the head of my cock and spread upward along the sliding shaft, lubricating the passage until I could pour the throbbing pole to her with relative ease.
Sweat beaded on my face and dripped down onto her arched back, its graceful curves already shiny with her own perspiration; my balls slapped and rolled in her pussy trench, and my belly pounded the upper slope of her ass cheeks as my prick raced in and out with gathering speed.
She sailed into another climax, and I deliberately yanked my cock completely out of her clutching anus. Then, before she could do any more than groan her protest, I rammed the head back through the sphincter and pulled it out again. Each withdrawal sucked a trickle of slippery jism-laced oil from her gut, and made it easier to drive my lance back in again.
Sherry squealed as my cock raced in and out, the head barely snapping into her ass before it was tugging out again. She tried to hold her hips in position, but the pleasure of my attack made them wiggle, and I kept jamming the edges of her anus before the big knob plunged in.
The juice bubbled and gurgled, becoming a slippery froth that ringed my prick halfway down the shaft, and still I short stroked the torrid asshole. Now and then, when the pleasure became too demanding, I slammed it all the way in, and each hilting made her cry out with the intensity of the exquisite frictioning.
I was still massaging her sphincter when my balls exploded. Ecstasy arched my body and pulled me down onto her sweating back. My come surged through my prick and spurted into her tail just inside the flexing anus, and my cock slid through its own juice to spill the rest of the fiery load deep in her belly.
Her ass wriggled back to draw me farther into the hungry sleeve, and the muscles tightened in an undulation that began at the base of my cock and rippled inward to milk the sperm with deliciously thrilling undulations.
Her legs stiffened, lowering her hips, and I followed them down, keeping my jetting hose firmly implanted. The violence of her answering orgasm was such that there were tears in her eyes as she twisted her face about to meet my tongue with hers. I couldn't reach her lips. But the touch of our tongues, tips curving and licking, was more than satisfactory.
She borrowed my handkerchief to pad her cream-filled bottom, explaining, "I want to keep it as long as I can." Otherwise, we were silent as we dressed and walked back to the house.
Inside the door, I drew her close and kissed her, sucking her sweet-tasting tongue far back in my mouth. My hand slipped up to cup a resilient breast, and she pushed herself away with an angry shake of her head.
"Boys don't have tits!" she exclaimed, stalking toward the bathroom. I watched the shapely legs and buttocks with a wry grin.
"You're right, Charlie," I murmured. "They sure as hell don't!"