Chapter 1

There were three of them, each a tight-assed blonde, looking like they might be fifteen, fourteen, and eleven.

Jerry Frey pulled his old Ford to a halt at the curb, and his brother Morry stuck his head out the window to tell the girls they had a lift.

The girls came at a run and piled into the back seat. They introduced each other as Jerry gunned the car back onto the road.

"We moved here just last week," the oldest girl said. Her name was Lisa and the other two were Barb and Joan. They were all dressed alike, each wearing sandals, red hot pants and light-blue blouses.

"Where to?" Jerry asked.

Lisa said, "We want to go into town. We haven't been to town yet."

Jerry nodded. "It isn't much of a town."

"We don't care," Barb said. "We've been cooped up in that dumb house all week while Mom figured out where to put the furniture. Now we're ready for a blast."

Jerry and Morry exchanged excited glances.

"What sort of a blast?" Morry asked.

Lisa spoke up. "Booze. All three of us belong to Alcoholics Anonymous."

The girls giggled.

"Welcome to the club," Jerry put in. "That's about all there is to do in Green River." He pointed to the road sign as they drove past. It read-GREEN RIVER, pop. 8100, HOME OF CHAMPIONS.

"Champion what?" asked Lisa.

"There used to be log-rolling contests here," Morry replied. He turned around and eyed the girls. They were knockouts; even the little one was neat. Lisa had round blue eyes, tits, and a pouty mouth. Barb was full-hipped and looked like she knew what she meant when she said blast; and Joan was a sort of miniature version of both.

Morry shrugged. "This place was wild when the old logging camps were here, but then they had that big forest fire eleven years ago, and the loggers moved on. About all we have now is the cannery and the rocket-fuel factory."

"That's where Dad works," said Lisa. "He's the new general manager of the rocket-fuel factory."

"You're kidding," Jerry said. "Maybe he could help me get a job. My brother and I have been looking for jobs ever since we quit school, which makes it six months."

"Didn't you like school?" asked Joan.

Jerry flung his right hand up. "We had to quit. Our old man lost his job at the cannery and can't find anything. A lot of people got laid off the last couple of years. If it wasn't for Ma, we'd all be chewing bark off the trees. She has a machine-cleaning job at Century Rocket."

"I'll tell Dad to give her a raise," said Lisa. "Hey, look, is that supposed to be the town?"

Jerry nodded. He and Morry laughed. The town was a collection of run-down grocery stores, saloons, a drugstore and a Chevrolet agency. There was also a shoe store and a dress shop.

"Yup, that's it," Morry said. "The great metropolis of Green River. They roll up the sidewalks every night at eight and spit into the wind. It's a really groovy place."

"It's yukky," Joan muttered. "I wish we hadn't moved here. I want to go back to Spokane."

Barb sighed. "Too late for that. We'll probably be stuck here for years." She slumped back on the seat. "What are we going to do for a blast?"

Lisa said, "What do you guys do for fun?"

Jerry pulled a pack of Camels from his shirt pocket and lit one. "We drive up into the mountains and look at the trees. Sometimes we go fishing. We also look for gold."

"Gold?" Lisa echoed. "Is there gold around here?"

Morry smiled at her, she was a neat one all right. When she moved around on the seat, her tits bobbed around, big and bulgy. He could see her cleavage in the opening of her blouse.

Morry said, "Used to be a lot of gold around here. All gone now. But you can pan in the creek and make a couple of dollars a day, if you don't have anything else to do. That's how we keep gas in this thing."

"Hey," Joan whooped, "let's go gold hunting! If we each made two dollars, that'd be six dollars, and we could get these guys to buy us some six packs, and we could have a real blast."

Jerry's hands tightened on the steering wheel as the Ford slipped past the last building in town, Herman's Bar and Grill.

Lisa said, "Sounds like a groovy idea. Do you guys have equipment with you and everything?"

"Sure," Morry nodded. "But all you need is a shovel and a pie tin. There's a stream up in Gilles Mountain where we always go. You just dig up some mud from the bottom of the stream and put it in the pan. Then you sit in the stream and pick out the pebbles. You just keep washing the mud away until you get down to the black sand. There's usually a few grains of gold at the bottom of the pan." He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a vial with a cork in it. "See?" He held up the tiny glass vial.

"Wow," said Joan. "Is that gold? It looks sort of greenish yellow."

"That's gold, all right," Jerry said. "About three days' worth."

Morry nudged Jerry with his elbow. "I think maybe the girls ought to learn how to do it."

Jerry exhaled smoke. "Why not? You girls game to do a little panning?"

"Sure," Lisa said with a grin. "Right, Barb?"

"Well," Barb hesitated, "I don't know."

"I wanta," Joan chimed in. "Maybe we'll be lucky and find a whole lot."

"You never know," Morry said slowly. "They say a man once found a nugget up there worth over a thousand dollars."

"Far out," Barb said. "That would buy a lot of six packs, wouldn't it?"

"So you weren't kidding about booze," said Morry. "We could stop and buy some beer before we go up there."

"Why not?" Lisa said. "We'll probably get thirsty."

Morry licked his lips. He liked these three cunty girls. He liked their easygoing manner. Most of the girls he'd known in Green River were stuffed shirts. They classified boys as to who their parents were, and Jerry and Morry's parents were nobodies. That meant the best-looking girls went out with the sons of men who worked at Century Rocket or who owned a drugstore or a grocery store. Everybody knew exactly who everybody else was and what station they had in life. He and Jerry had gotten the shitty end of the stick, and they knew it.

Jerry made a fast U-turn. "What we all need is some beer. A dozen quarts ought to do it."

The temperature up on Gilles Mountain was in the high eighties. By the time Jerry and Morry got out their panning gear and the five of them had downed three quarts, the boys had peeled off their shirts and began to work in the stream.

Lisa sauntered up to Morry and touched his arm. "You have big muscles. Were you a football player in high school?"

"I tried, but I wasn't that good. Jerry and I got into shape by chopping wood. Sometimes the gold gets hard to find, about as hard to find as a job."

Lisa reached down and pulled off her sandals. She waded into the stream. "Yee, it's cold!" She nearly fell into the water. "That's good beer, all right." She suddenly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. "If you guys can go around without shirts, so can I." She pulled her blouse off and turned around.

Jerry and Morry's eyes widened at the sight of luscious round tits packed into a white bra. Lisa squinted in the sunlight and slowly smiled. "What's back behind that grove of trees? I see a path there." She turned around and began to wade toward the thickets of bushes that flanked a grassy path.

Morry reached down to roll up his jeans. He stepped barefoot into the icy water and felt a surge of joy as the crystal-clear liquid tugged at his ankles.

"There's just an old mine shaft back there," he said.

Lisa peered over her shoulder with sharp blue eyes. Her blonde hair glinted like patches of gold in the light that filtered through the high pines. "Oh. Well, I'd like to see it. I'll bet it's a nice-shaft." Her eyes wandered subtly across Morry's body.

He felt his breath quicken; his heart began to dance.

"You two go check out the shaft," Jerry called with calculated nonchalance, "and we'll stay here and take care of the beer and gold."

"R-right," Morry stuttered. His feet sank into the soft mud of the stream as he trudged forward after the luscious form of Lisa. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The tightness of her scarlet hot pants revealed every bulge and hollow of her hips and ass. Careless blonde hair swirled in the wind against her bare back. The white band of her bra indented her flesh just under her arms.

In a moment he was padding on the grass a few feet behind her, out of sight of the others. The scent of virgin pine filled his lungs and made his spinning head spin even faster. His eyes watched her ass puff out on one side, then the other as she walked.

Lisa slowed her fast pace and peered over her shoulder. "Is it very far?"

Morry halted just in back of her and felt wild from the warmth of her flesh so close to his. A few strands of her golden hair brushed against his naked chest.

"No, the shaft is at the end of the path."

Lisa suddenly stepped back and pressed her body against his. She tilted her head back until it lay on his shoulder. Morry's heart pounded with excitement. His cock began to swell inside his jeans.

"Kiss me," she said.

He raised his trembling hands until they cupped her fleshy hips. His fingers tightened against her hipbones and pulled, forcing her ass flush up against his crotch. She helped by pushing her ass back. Morry felt his cock straighten and nestle in the cavity between the cheeks of her healthy ass. Air rushed in and out of his lungs in a hiss. His gray eyes stared into the mischievous blue of hers, then his head came down and their lips met. Cool lips pressed firmly against his. His shoulders shivered almost imperceptibly. Lisa's hips began to move from side to side against his taut hands. Morry felt his cock slowly waggle back and forth inside his jeans. His hands slid from her hips to the warmth of her naked belly. Lisa pressed her lips harder against his. Morry's hands became splayed fingers. They moved up until they touched the bottoms of tit mounds in her bra. His fingers hesitated, then went mad. They clutched at her tits, weighed them, ran across the hills of flesh in every direction, bumped into each other in the rush of discovery, then settled on her tits like bees on bright flowers.

Lisa's mouth slid away, and she gulped for air. The cheeks of her ass ground around on his crotch. She tightened her ass to feel the shape and size of his rod. Her hands, that had dangled limply at her sides all along, came up and pressed against the backs of Morry's hands.

"Is it a very long shaft?" she whispered. Her hands dropped from his and slipped past her waist. She clutched at Morry's hips, rubbed her fingers along the fronts of his thighs, then wedged her hands between her ass and his crotch.

Morry instinctively drew his ass back to give her room. Deft fingers traced the long contour at the front of his jeans. A thumb and forefinger toyed with a brass button for a while, then popped it open. A cool finger went through Morry's fly and touched the tip of his throbbing cock.

He dragged his fingers away from her tits and tried to get hold of the bra strap at her back. But Lisa pulled away and resumed her walk along the path.

"Hey, w-wait," Morry stuttered.

A kind of challenging laugh drifted back to him as he moved to follow.

He couldn't figure her out; he was sure she wanted it, yet here she was, moving away from him, walking just a little faster every time he tried to catch up.

When she stopped, she was standing at the ridge in front of a pit. "Is that, it?" she asked.

Morry looked down into the pit at the hole at the far end, black and lonely. The entrance timbers sagged with age. "Yes, that's the old shaft, or the old hole, or whatever you want to call it."

Lisa grinned. "It looks like a great big cunt, doesn't it?"

"I don't know," Morry lied. "I've never seen a cunt."

Her eyes popped, and she looked at him with renewed interest. "You mean ... you've never-?" She broke it off.

"No," he lied. He moved closer, and she didn't back away. He slipped his arms around her firm waist and drew her close until her big tits squashed against his chest. His half-hard cock grew taut again. Lisa pushed her pussy flush against it. She coiled her soft arms around his neck and played a forefinger against his black hair.

"I want to fuck you, Lisa," Morry whispered. His hands dropped from her back until they cupped the moving orbs of her ass. She made her ass swing and change shape in his hands as she ground her pussy around on his swollen crotch.

"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed.

His blood seemed to spill entirely into his head. When his mouth touched hers, his lips felt as if they were on fire. A soft tongue pried between his lips and entered the hollow of his mouth. He sucked her in eagerly. The tongue probed from side to side.

Morry's fingers crawled up her backside and found the hook of her bra. He unhooked it and felt the release of tit flesh against his chest. Then his palms flattened against the expanse of her back and explored every square inch.

Everything about her excited him, more so than any girl he'd ever met. Her golden hair. Her saucy walk. The full legs and wiggling ass. The size of her tits and the way she acted. She gave him a hard-on that wouldn't quit; he felt like he had a red hot poker jammed between his balls. He wanted to burn into her cunt with it and make her body boil like his. His blood surged through his back and loins like flaming oil.

Her tongue came out of his mouth like a wad of cotton candy, and they stared at each other as they gasped for air. Something wild had taken hold of her. Her faintly cleft chin tilted up as she arched her neck to gaze at the azure sky. Morry's eyes drank in the sculptured nose, the faint indentations of her cheeks, the flush of emotion that colored her skin. Her mouth was a dainty red fish that divided in two.

"Morry."

"Yes." His own voice sounded strange to him, as if it belonged to someone else, someone much older, perhaps tired and strained.

"I want you to stick your cock up my cunt. But don't hurt me. You'll be nice to me, won't you?"

He swallowed. "Yes. Behind those trees. Thick grass there." He drew back, and her cups dropped away, exposing the luscious red buds of her hard nipples. Morry's vision reeled with the sight of tits as big and perfect as that. His fingers flew up swiftly as if to touch them, then hesitated.

"Go on," Lisa said. "They're yours. I want you to have my tits. I think I like you, Morry. I think I like you very much."

His trembling fingers rose and fell with the heaving of her lungs.

His lips twitched as he felt soft fingers fumbling with the brass buttons of his fly. One by one his buttons tore from their slots. His fly gaped wide for her rushing hands. She reached inside and grabbed hold of the hard cock that swelled his jockey shorts. One set of fingers squeezed the cylinder of his cock while the other hand went for his balls. Lisa cupped his balls firmly and began to slide her tight fingers up and down his stiff dick.

She said, "What a shame you haven't been using this."

Morry grunted, pulled his hands off her tits and worked furiously on his belt until his jeans sagged to his ankles. She clung to her grip on his cock and balls. He stepped out of his jeans.

Lisa yanked the front of his jockey shorts down and his exposed cock sprang forward like falling timber. It fell halfway and came to an abrupt halt. Lisa's eyes widened as she stared at the curved red cock. Her fingers released the elastic band, and his shorts snapped back against the base of his cock. Lisa's trembling fingers promptly returned to pull the shorts halfway down his thighs.

Her hands began to roam across his hard hips and ass, then returned to feel his hard-on. Lisa flattened her palms against the sides of his shaft as if it were a candle and she were making some sort of prayer. Her fingers slowly interlaced, her thumbs crossed, and she began to squeeze, hard.

The blood crowding Morry's brain surged with the joy of it. She slid the outer skin of his cock up and down twice, stretched it all the way over his cockhead, then down to his balls, then back up. Her thumbs leaped to feel the round contours of his cockhead and slowly massaged it. The skin of his cock raced down toward his balls, shot back, and her thumbs went wild at the top.

Morry's hands rushed for her shorts. The button broke from its threads, and the zipper slashed open to reveal the whiteness of her hip. He shoved his hand into the flap and groped for her ass. Morry felt the pressures on his cock and her arms coiling around his neck as their mouths welded together. His right hand skidded down the warm slope of her back and plunged into her shorts. Both hands cupped the changing shapes of her buttocks. Folds of soft blond hair pressed against his sweating forehead as their tongues intertwined.

He clung to the hot sacks of her ass as Lisa swung them wider and wider, until he lost his balance and they fell onto the grass.

They scrambled-he to pull her shorts all the way down her hips and legs, she to keep both hands locked on his cock, like fists clutching a baseball bat.

When he pulled his own shorts down the rest of the way, they lay naked in each other's arms. Their excited bodies were flush from head to toe. Morry felt his cock indenting the plump warmth of her belly. Her thick hair formed a cushion for her head in the crook of his right arm. With his other hand he cupped her taut ass. Morry kissed her passionately on the neck and cheek. His lips burned into her. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth and explored the soft interiors of her cheeks.

When he felt Lisa's hand wedging between their locked hips to get at his crotch, he drew back to give her room. She groped for his balls. Morry raised his left leg up and set his foot on the ground. She grabbed his balls and rolled them around on her palm as if they were ball bearings. Then her hand slipped between his legs and stretched out to feel his ass.

Morry pushed her onto her back, and her hand came out from between his legs and began to fondle his cock. She tried to move her lips away, but his mouth followed hers while his tongue slid slowly in and out of her lips.

Lisa's body tensed, then she suddenly rolled over, got up on one elbow and lolled her big tits just above his panting face. The heat of his own breath deflected back from her skin. Daylight became night as her tits closed over his face. His face swam in a sea of hot flesh. He felt his cock expanding and twitching inside the rhythms of her fist.

Morry crushed his arms against her back to squeeze his face and her tits even closer. His tongue shot from his lips and flowed against her cleavage like lava. His arms sagged, and her chest rose with a heaving shudder. He found a hard nipple. His lips enclosed it, sucked and loved the hot nipple. The bulging boob pressed forward and widened his lips; it oozed into his mouth, and his tongue lashed at it. He lapped her tit with great sweeping strokes until it began to tremble so much in his mouth he couldn't hold it. The daylight dimmed as her shroud of hair draped his face. Her tongue searched for his lips and poked inside briefly. It came out, and soon a dry boob met his lips. His lips formed around the nipple, and his tongue found the little goose pimples that flecked the pink shield. His mouth widened to its limit to take on the thrust of ballooned tit flesh. A whirling ecstasy swept through his mind Like a tornado, then invaded his lungs. From there it radiated through his quaking body like a rising sun.

Lisa straddled his waist with her meaty thighs and began to swing her tits at his face. She battered his face with her dangling tits, the soft blows bringing more blood to his already fevered cheeks. He felt helpless, as if he were drugged and unable to respond. His tongue rode to the peak and was pushed back again. Wet nipples traced lines of moisture across his chin, his forehead, his nose. When he squeezed her back with his arms to flood his face with her flesh, she kept moving, jiggling her shoulders and shifting her weight from elbow to elbow. He felt his arms sag, and her tits flailed against his cheeks and nose again. He felt weightless, as if he were floating on his back in a lake. Yet he was bursting, too.

Morry couldn't stand it. He pushed her off with a yell of lust rolling from his lips. She tumbled into the long grass with a laugh and clamped her thighs tight. She grinned and clapped her hands over her pussy, and doing that, her arms served as a cradle for her tits. Her boobs bunched together between the pressure of her arms and looked like two giant eyes mocking him.

Morry's fingers dove for the pussy between her clamped thighs. He worked his fingers in. A pair of hot little hands closed around his throbbing cock. Lisa was beating his meat, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He yelped and tried to pry her strong legs apart. Then he tugged her hands off his prick and flopped his weight on top of her.

"You-bitch," he muttered. His breath came in spurts and gasps. Their heaving lungs rocked back and forth in unison as their mouths came together, twisted and ground in a desperate kiss. Tongues changed places. She slid hers in and out of his lips with the rhythms of fucking. Morry's careening mind ordered his tongue to stay straight and hard in her mouth.

He pushed his left knee into the cleavage of her thighs. Her legs parted an inch. Then they went limp, and his knee dropped to the grass.

Suddenly Lisa's thighs sprang apart like an exploding skyrocket, and he hardly knew what had suddenly taken hold of his waist. Her hot thighs and calves wrapped around his waist like hungry pythons. All his blood seemed to squeeze into his temples and crotch. His cockhead bumped against the flat of her pussy. It poked against the cleavage of her ass, touched sopping cunt hair, then nestled against something soft and quivering. He shoved his cockhead just inside the mouth of her pussy.

Lisa's head flew back and she cried out with joy. Morry silenced her mouth with his lips. Writhing calves and thighs clamped and wrestled with his hips. Soft arms scissored around his neck. His belly slid around on hers, lubricated with their sweat. Her tits were flush against his chest.

His body quaked from his waist down. The tingling in the tip of his prick was like a simmering of fluid. Frantic calves slid down over his ass; they pulled hard. His swollen prick inched further up her cunt. Her inner flesh parted reluctantly to take him on. With a grunt, Morry worked his ass back against the pressure of her legs. Then he drove his body forward, her hips tensed and drove her ass up, and Morry's cock squeezed deliciously into the plump, warm passage of her cunt. It was like stepping onto sodden earth in the spring, the ground gives away and sucks you in. It yielded but consumed, too. He drove further into her belly. A leap of joy ran through his body like a thunderbolt. The further his cock lodged inside her cunt, the stranger his body felt. Every cell became attuned to his swollen cock. His whole being seemed to have fled to his cock to get in on what was happening. Morry felt huge inside her cunt.

Their hands had lives of their own. They were in hair, clutching at shoulders for leverage, feeling the shapes of everything-arms, backs, waist, tit, necks. Morry's heaving chest rose on hers like a small boat braving a storm-tossed sea. Her tits were like waves that rose and fell. The lips that pressed again and again against his cheeks and mouth were like pelts of warm rain.

Their heaving, sweating bodies squeezed together into a single mass. Morry's turgid cock squeezed all the way up Lisa's hot little cunt. Her body seemed to suck in his prick like a baby struggling to get all of a tit. Her heels pounded against the backs of his thighs; they searched for and found the hollows at the backs of his knees. They dug in, spurs against the ribs of her galloping horse. His ass rose and fell, a blur churning in the hot sun, falling to meet the upthrust of Lisa's ass, rising to take on renewed energy. The flat of his crotch thumped against her pubic hair, and he felt his prick soar up her like a flaming rocket. Morry ground his balls around on her cunt; her thighs clamped so tight against his waist her knees knocked together, then her ass sank slowly to the ground. He held his hips poised and savored the feel of his big cock sliding slowly out of her. He pulled back until the skin that was stretched over the head of his cock began to slide out, too. Then he thrust in again in a rush and shook with the impact as their bodies met in eager collision.

"Ooooh," Lisa moaned. Her eyes widened briefly, rolled, and then she began to rock her head from side to side. Her mouth opened to gulp for precious oxygen. A fleck of foam formed on her lower hp.

Their rigid asses held tight. Morry rocked his hips gently from left to right. Her hugging legs and ass, off the ground, went with him like leaves on branches, trembling and frail. He was a tree inside her, branching out, growing in the sun of her body.

Lisa's lips parted again, gasped, and opened and closed in rhythm. She rocked her head, her eyes glinted briefly like someone awakened momentarily at night, then rolled shut.

Morry burned his lips into her cheek. A salty tear grazed his mouth. He kissed it away and planted his mouth on her neck, then her soft shoulder. Her clinging thighs relaxed, and her ass slid away from his crotch. Morry's body tingled with both joy and a feeling of loss as his twitching cock slid halfway out.

When he drew back to poise for a full thrust, Lisa's legs curled around the backsides of his thighs and rubbed up and down, as if they were a pair of giant hard-ons, and she was bringing them to a boil. When Morry didn't move, her legs rode up his thighs, and heels pounded against his ass.

Lisa's lips flew open. "I ... want you," she hissed. Her head sprang up from the grass and her twisting mouth flashed a white stripe of teeth. Stark blue eyes glared into his, first with the expression of a frightened doe, then with the cunning of a leopard. Morry could feel the movement inside those saucer eyes-darting, hurried things, needs, and desperations. Their mouths came together like mismatched coins, re-formed, discovered a beautiful new shape, and became the tunnels for the frenzied thrustings of their tongues.

Morry's cock burrowed into her cunthole. The farther up it went the hotter it got. Her burning inner being scorched his cock with passion. They writhed like animals in each other's arms. His cock began to drive in and out of her cunt like a piston. They both were beginning to go crazy with desire. His fingers dove into and got entangled in her long blonde hair. Her legs captured and released his thrusting ass, coiled around his legs, became hammers, squeezed and searched for something more to cling to, his waist, then his ribs. She locked her heels just above his shoulder blades.

Morry's ass went wild. It soared out and back, unfettered by Lisa's legs. His ass swung wide and began to rotate in the spiral motion of a screw. He screwed into her uplifting cunthole. Grinding his hot balls around on her box. Straining to get every last fraction of his cock into her. Grunting, sweating, his mind spinning like a sucking whirlpool. Hot tits supporting his bellowing chest.

The summer breeze broke into gusts and slapped at his upheld ass. He drove his prick forward, deep into Lisa's waiting cunt. In and out his cock roamed, faster and harder. It swelled to unbearable proportions, thumped and threatened to explode.

Morry pelted Lisa's gasping lips with kisses. His hands danced from her hair to shoulders, arms, and the sides of her swollen tits. His lips brushed aside long blades of grass to find her open mouth. He filled her face with his tongue.

Heels slid slowly down his back. Her heels pressed, then ground around in a circular motion.

Morry's ass flew out and back. Heels came to ride the gyrations of his butt. They dug in. Desperate hands clutched at his biceps. Long fingernails dug into the bunched muscles at the ridge of his neck.

Lisa's neck arched back. She moaned like a patient in a hospital. Her beautiful, foam-flecked lips flew open, popped shut and sprang wide to reveal an unholy smile of supreme delight. Her mouth was a soaring spirit and demon at the same time.

Morry's ass trembled as his overworked muscles began to rebel at the faster and faster pace. Balls and cum met in uncertain tremors. They flew apart in broken rhythms, and met again in uncertain search. His balls seemed to sag and melt against her box like wax next to a flame. His thighs gave way. Then his calves. His uncontrolled breathing and racing heart fought to outrun each other. The one solid thing left to him was the massive cock that burned from the root between his balls and somehow moved in and out of Lisa's rippling cunt. The wild rippling of her inner flesh caught him by surprise. He had never felt anything like it before. Waves of parallel ripples encircled and raced up and down his hard-on. The chains of squeezing force sucked his prick even deeper into Lisa until she had everything..

His cock burned; it shook. It swelled unbearably hard and seemed to pause inside her like a diver poised on a high dive for a plunge. A moment of eternity passed between them, something unspoken and inexpressible. They were the same person. Nothing separated them, nothing could divide them.

The dam burst. His cock seemed to rip open and spurt flames. The pool of simmering juices in his balls boiled up and spouted through his cock. Morry's shoulders shuddered. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. Ecstasy flooed through his body. His ass and legs quaked. A rush of heat swam in his chest. Something soft engulfed his lips. His tongue became a hard-on deep inside her sucking mouth. His loins exploded. His head flew up into the sunlight in a lunge for air, then he and Lisa rolled onto their sides. A sucking mouth drew in his lips. Great heavy vines squeezed the life out of his waist, and his cock exploded and sent shudders of joy from his loins to his shoulders. It went off again, prodded by the ripplings of her wild cunt. His prick seemed to puff up like a gas balloon, actually bulge her belly, then it came apart at the seams. He clutched her desperately. Their mouths melted; their tongues collided like gladiators.

He couldn't stand it; it seemed like little sparks danced in front of his vision. His cock hardened like granite; it jammed up into her cunt so far he thought his balls would come off. Trembling loins preceded the eruption like the quaking of earth precedes a train. His cock burst into a shower of spurts, going off one after the other, endlessly, squeezed by her writhing cunt and legs, helpless and gushing, like a broken water main.

Lisa cupped his balls with tender fingers as he buried his trembling lips in her cleavage.

Outside the rasps of their breathing, the twittering of birds rode the summer wind. Then something else. Something that sounded like a breaking twig.

Morry twisted his head to listen. He stared into Lisa's drugged-looking eyes. He could see she had heard it, too. They just kept staring at each other, listening. He could feel anger rising in his chest. The idea that any of the others might have been watching all along made his cock retreat like a frightened turtle into its shell. The angry thought that hammered his brain was that Jerry was a fucking son-of-a-bitch, and he would get even with him.

Then Morry wondered if it might be just an animal after all, because he couldn't hear anything more. Only the wind and the birds.

He smiled at Lisa. Her azure eyes were a summer sky. They curled into each other's arms.