Chapter 7
Morry accidentally kicked over the quart of beer; it flooded the front seat area, and he cursed and laughed at the same time.
All the while, Lisa had been clinging to their cocks as if she were gripping a set of handlebars. On the way up the mountain, sometimes she merely clutched Jerry's prick and slowly moved his cockskin up and down. She was very careful; she didn't just start hammering on his bar. It would have made him shoot off, and she didn't want that. After a few strokes, she would release Jerry's dong and stuff her hand deep into his fly to play with his balls. She knew how to do that, too. She poked a forefinger into the cleavage of his balls and flicked the finger from side to side. Then she curled her fingers and gently cupped both balls. She rubbed one with her thumb, but only firmly enough so that he knew she was doing it. She was an expert; she knew how hard to squeeze without really hurting.
She drew her hand up and let the flat of her palm slide up the front of his cock. When the tips of her fingers reached his cockhead, they squeezed, released it, squeezed. Then her forefinger slowly circled around the cockhead and made it throb. Soon her talented finger pushed between his cock and belly and began to run up and down the length of his prick, exciting both his dick and stomach. At the base of his dong, she made a fork of her forefinger and middle finger and squeezed. She jerked his cockskin up and down a few times in short motions. She released his cock and let the points of her fingernails travel up and down the full length. But as soon as she sensed that either Jerry or Morry was getting too hot, she backed off. It was the carrot and stick game. She was as alert to the pace of their breathing as a thermometer is to air temperature.
The minute Jerry's respiration eased back toward normal, Lisa's hand grabbed for his cock. Sometimes she positioned the flat of her palm flush on top of his cockhead, then stretched her fingers gradually down his prick. Her fingertips squeezed his cockskin and began to slide it up and down. Once in a while she'd crook her forefinger and noose it around the neck of his prick. When she did that, his cockskin couldn't slide up and down his shaft, so that when she pulled down and up, the head of his cock alternately stretched deliriously. She loosened her forefinger and let it just graze against his cockskin as she moved the ringed finger up and down his shaft.
Then when she said, "No, I think maybe this is where we start," Jerry thrust his hands into her head of thick hair and brought her lips close to his. She opened her mouth wide. Their lips and the tips of their tongues met at the same time. For a moment, their tongues pressed equally against one another, like matched opponents; but soon her tongue dropped and traced a wet curve across Jerry's lower hp. When her tongue kept on going and lapped the surface of his upper Up, he thrust his own deep into her mouth. Her lips became a perfect circle to conform to the shape his tongue had taken. She sucked his cock-tongue deep into her mouth. Jerry felt her teeth graze across his tongue. Her own tongue rose and forced his to the roof of her mouth. He flicked his tongue from side to side and felt the smooth linings of her cheeks. Tongues grew tangled; they lashed at each other. Jerry's lower lip stretched as her tongue flooded his mouth. She pushed his tongue aside and went wild in his mouth. He sucked on it, and her tongue stretched and flattened against the roof of his mouth. It began to move-slowly out, quickly in, out, in, faster and faster.
He felt her warm fingers slowly encircling his hard-on. Jerry's fingers dropped like weights from her hair, grazed against the fat bulges at the front of her blouse, and fumbled frantically with buttons. Hands bumping into the round tits, big and taut in the confines of her bra. He had to stop the button work to feel the shapes of her orbs through the thin layer of cloth. The edges of her tight bra indented the curves. In a way, it was like coming across something rich that was locked up. He knew her bare tits were soft, but imprisoned in her bra they were like rocks; their hardness and stiff quality made them seem like magnets. His hands were attracted to her big tits like metal to magnetic relays. When the buttons finally yielded to his insistent fingers and her blouse was flapped open at last, he had to pause to feel the roundness of her titties all over again.
Lisa began to slide his cocksin up and down his rod with her left hand. She did the same to Morry with her right. Jerry's trembling fingers dropped from her tits, and he slumped down in the seat and thrust his ass up. His bar skewered into the hole made by Lisa's clenched fist. Suddenly a halo of hair shrouded his crotch; Lisa's soft lips brushed against the tip of his prick. Her mouth parted and the tip of her tongue wet his cockhead. The tongue traced a wet circle all around the tip of his prick. Jerry's breath gushed from his lungs. He tried to hold his ass that way, upthrust off of the seat. But his hips and butt began to quake. The maddening tongue went round and round the head of his cock. Her lips slowly closed around the neck of his prick and squeezed. He tried to thrust his cock deep into her mouth, but her fist was still clenched around his cock, and he only managed to get another inch between her lips. Even that was ecstasy. Her tongue sawed back and forth across the head of his cock. Her lips grew tighter, like purse strings around the neck of a pouch.
His thighs were quaking like jelly. He couldn't hold himself up any longer. His ass hit the seat with a thump; his cock popped out of her lips like a cork from a bottle and slid down through the tunnel of her fist.
Jerry sat up straight and lunged for her shoulders to peel back her blouse. He had completely forgotten Morry, but it was Morry who grabbed Lisa's collar and began to pull. Lisa grinned and released their cocks. Morry's tugging on her blouse made her arms stretch back behind her.
With her arms back like that, her boobs seemed suspended in air like ghostly lamps before Jerry's vision. His magnetized hands rushed to make contact. He weighed her boobs; his fingers contoured to the jutting curves, roamed to her cleavage and poked inside the bra. His middle finger thrust into her cleavage and felt like a cock in a cunt. Jerry slid his finger in and out. The smoothness and warmth of her skin seemed to grow with every thrust.
Morry wrestled the blouse from Lisa's arms, and without thinking, tossed it on the wet floormat. he didn't have time to waste thinking; his hands had too much to do-they had to feel the smooth slopes of her shoulders, explore her soft hair; cup her arms, waist, touch her perfect back. But most importantly, they had to unhook her bra.
Jerry's hands filled with cloth as the bra cups catapulted against his palms. He crumpled the cups in his fingers, then stuck his hands underneath. It was as if his fingers were tasting her skin-his fingers drank in a skin as nice to touch as pebbles on a summer beach. His fingers held her hard nipples like cigarette butts. He let his thumbs graze across the lower bulges. His hands tingled. The k tingling spread through his forearms like the heat from a rising sun.
Something attacked Jerry's belt buckle-her hands. But over her shoulder, Morry saw what she was doing. Morry dropped back and began to pull his T-shirt over his head.
He muttered something that sounded like, "She's my girl." Morry flung his T-shirt on the floor and ripped open his belt buckle. His fly button popped apart. Since his fly was unzipped, it was no time before his jeans, jockey briefs and shoes hit the floor. Then he reached out and grabbed Lisa's wrist. He directed her hand to his crotch. Her fingers curled around his cock. Morry released her wrist and sighed with delight when her clenched fist began to slide his cockskin up and down his bar.
With her left hand Lisa finished a stroke on Jerry's cock, then touched her knuckles up against his belly. Her hand wormed under the front of his T-shirt. Lisa explored his flat stomach, then his chest muscles and shoulders. Quickly, she withdrew her right hand from Morry's prick, then used both hands to start pulling Jerry's T-shirt up over his head.
Though disappointed when her hand came off his cock, Morry didn't waste a minute. He found the buttons and zipper at the side of her mini-skirt, ripped them open and began to tug the skirt down.
Lisa responded immediately-her ass slowly slid down across the seat. She slid down until her butt hung over the edge. Morry swoooped her mini down her plump thighs. He paused to feel the contours of her thighs, gasped like a man who has just inherited a million, then lunged for her nylon panties. Lisa set her sandals flat on the car floor and used the leverage to move her ass around. The panties came off her ass and ripe thighs, almost like a banana being peeled.
Jerry flung his T-shirt over his head; it apparently landed in the back seat. His lungs were racing like a steam engine. Two sets of hands, his and hers, took hold of his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, banging his knees against the steering column in his rush. He ignored the pain.
The second his jeans hit the floor, Lisa's head landed on his lap. With the steering wheel next to her nose, he didn't quite know what to do with her. Morry did. He shoved her ass off the seat, pulled her right thigh over his right hip, and got his cock into her cunt. It was done so quickly and efficiently, Lisa hardly knew what had happened. But it was clear she didn't object. A broad smile stretched her lips; her teeth became a flourescent stripe in the near darkness. Morry was half off the seat, and it was awkward, but the grunts that spilled from his lips as he thrust his cock in and out of Lisa's snatch were a rhythm that sent the world spinning madly into the night.
Lisa turned her head and buried it between Jerry's thighs. Her tongue began to lick the insides of his thighs. Jerry plowed both hands into her head's mop of silk. The tip of Lisa's tongue traced ovals on his thigh. The heat of her breath drummed faster against his skin; her breathing became a tempo that matched Morry's thrusting between her legs. Jerry cast a sidelong glance at Morry; Morry held her right thigh in a hook made by his forearm and bicep. With his left elbow positioned on the seat, his left hand slid back and forth on the mounds of Lisa's ass. The hand roved to the curve of her hip, then to her waist and back. His hand made its move between each thrust of his cock. It was screw, feel her hip, screw, feel her back, screw, feel her ass. Gusts of air rattled from Morry's lungs.
Jerry's thighs tingled with the fierce pressures of Lisa's tongue. He closed his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up from his thighs. He pressed her face to his belly. The tip of her nose rubbed against the underbelly of his cock; warm lips touched and flattened against his belly. Her tongue slid from her mouth and flattened against his skin; the tongue moved slowly back and forth. Her tongue returned to her mouth, then came out to slide between the surface of his belly and the skin of his cock. The tip of her tongue traced a line, straight and narrow, down the full length of his dick.
Jerry's heart skipped a beat, then began to race. His lungs searched for more air. He wanted to grab her cheeks, pry her mouth open with his thumbs, then force his big cock deep into her face, use his fingers to clamp her lips tight around her rod, then grab her hair and jerk her head back and forth, whip her head with his hands, upper cut her jaw to make her teeth sink into his cock and bring him sweet pain.
He didn't do any of that; her tongue was in command; her tongue held him frozen like a burglar in a spotlight. It curled around his cock. Slid up and down his cock; made it hot and slippery, made it hot and hard, made it throb and want to explode. The underside of her tongue came to rest on top of his prick. Down the tongue pressed, conforming to the helmet shape of his cockhead. The tongue waggled from side to side, threatening to slip off. Then it began to lap the full length of Jerry's cock-long, sweeping strokes that painted wide strips of his rod with hot saliva. The painter's hot brush covered the front of his cock, one side, then the other. The brush dipped into the cleavage of his balls as if to draw paint from a bucket, then continued the lapping strokes that brought a boiling heat to Jerry's loins.
His cock grew harder with each tantalizing lap of her tongue. It felt as if it had grown an inch longer. Her tongue suddenly crooked like a finger. The semicircle of tongue slid up and down the length of his rod, first on the front; then, thrusting between the skin of his belly and the thumping, erect cock, her tongue curled around the other side and pistoned up and down.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He had to feel it in her mouth, feel it nuzzle against her soft lips, force them open, and enter the hot hole where the tongue lived. Jerry pulled her head back from his belly. Lisa's tongue remained out of her mouth, looking something like a plant growing out of a pot. Her tongue stretched and reached for the head of his cock. Jerry thrust his hand to the base of his prick and made his cock waggle. Her tongue followed it with a talent born of desperation. Her tongue moved to snare the neck of his rod, curled around the neck and brought the thumping cock toward her lips. Hot lips burned against the skin of his cock. Lips parted, widened, and became an oval. Lips burned across the head of his cock like spreading lava. His cock tingled like a brain filled with champagne.
She had him. The hard ring of her lips inched down the shaft of his pecker. Her tongue was a hot cup that felt the underbelly of his cock and was part of a train that followed the ring of her mouth. Next, grazing teeth scraped across his cockskin as her mouth traveled down the rail of his cock until her lips touched the next stop-his balls.
Jerry's shoulders quaked. His belly trembled. The heavenly feeling, the sense of perfection, the giddiness, was all there because he had it all in her, his fully stretched, bloated hard-on in the hot vat of her mouth, swimming in hot juice, his base clamped by the pressures of her teeth, his cockskin petted by the twistings and turnings of her tongue. As his cock had gone in, it rubbed across the roof of her mouth, pushed up there by the pressures of her tongue; then his cockhead started to come down from the roof of the sweaty cave until it lodged in her throat.
Lisa's cheeks hollowed; she applied a fantastic sucking pressure that pressed the insides of her cheeks against the sides of his fiery cock. Then her tongue folded back over itself until the tip touched his cockhead. Her tongue came uncoiled and sprang out to flatten itself against the underbelly of his cock. The tongue waggled from side to side; Lisa's lips flew apart to send a blast of hot air against his crotch.
Her heaving lungs sucked for air as Morry thrust his cock deep up her cunt.
Lisa's lips clamped around the base of Jerry's cock. Slowly, she drew her head back and let the tight ring of her mouth travel the length of Jerry's prick, until her lips narrowed at the neck, then widened to pass over the bulging head. Just before her lips might have closed and been entirely off his cock, she came back, sending a maddening ring of fire down his shaft to the base. Her tongue slid back and forth along the underbelly. Teeth tightened and opened in rhythm. Her cheeks gradually hollowed and his prick got hot-sucked, boiled in saliva, stretched by the vacuum of her mouth.
Jerry's eyes clamped shut; he gritted his teeth. Almost involuntarily, his hands, clenched in her hair, grew violent. He jerked her head up. Lips, tongue, vacuum traveled up his cock. When he jerked her head down, everything returned in a rush to his balls. Her tongue went wild-it whipped from side to side as her head traveled back from his crotch. Her tongue circled his cockhead, felt the top of his rod, then the bottom, curled around it and hugged his cockskin each time her cheeks hollowed for another long suck. She sucked in a faster and faster tempo as her head came back toward his crotch.
Jerry strained air through his clenched teeth. His cock pulsed bigger and harder. It seemed to stretch unevenly, until it curved upward like a saber sword. Something dark and frantic rushed through his whole body. It became a knotted force in his loins. He quaked. The force found an exit in his loins and shot through it. Lisa sucked the spurting juices into her throat. Jerry tried to pull her head back for another in and out thrust between her lips, but she wouldn't let go. Her sucking mouth held on like a lamprey. Hot juices pumped through his hose and landed on her tongue. Her tongue licked his cockhead clean and sucked for more. Surges of fire racked through his body. He clung to her hair like a man clinging to a ledge for fear of falling. Her mouth opened and gurgled for air. Lisa's lips sawed back and forth on his base. Her tongue slurped around on his pecker, swimming in both sperm and saliva. Then her lips clamped tight around the center of his cock. Lisa's mouth widened each time his prickhole filled with a stream of fluid; her lips narrowed when the jism had passed through and emptied into her mouth. Her lips moved up to the neck of his cock. Teeth clamped around the neck and made his cockhead swell. Spurts of sperm shot against the underside of her tongue. Her tongue went crazy, making circles around his cockhead.
Jerry's torso stiffened. Unbearable pressure gripped his loins. His mouth opened as he grunted. With a huge rush, a cascade fired through his tube. Lisa's lips shot their hot ring down his shaft. Her tongue cushioned the throbbing underbelly of his pulsing cock. Sucking cheeks burned against the sides of his shaft. Jerry jammed her face into his crotch. Her lower lip pressed against his balls. He erupted again and again inside her mouth. His body shook more violently with each eruption; yet she kept her lips clamped tight around his cock, kept her cheeks sucking, kept her tongue working-all without gasping for air. When she finally was forced to open her mouth, gaggles of panting air flooded Jerry's crotch. His balls felt as if they were on fire. And the flames burned higher when her lips clamped tight again.
Jerry's body went limp. Everything was gone; he no longer had control of his muscles. He was just a huge prick, hard and pulsing, hot and shooting, endlessly firing into a ring of fire that guarded a pot of burning liquid and a supple finger that felt the shape of everything.
Her Lips sagged. Her head fell onto his thighs. His cock poked into the side of her cheek. Lisa rolled her head and his cock popped out of her mouth. She lay there, looking up at him, gasping, coughing.
Morry hissed and grunted. His head flew back. He shuddered as the last of his load filled Lisa's cunt. She closed her eyes and winced. Her thighs went rigid; then with a small moan vibrating in her throat, she went limp.
Twidell's grateful cock sank deeper into the tight little cunt.
"Lisa," he moaned, running his hands all over her slender shoulders and neck. Fierce thighs squeezed his ass. He grunted and got his cock in another inch. His spinning brain had no questions. All he knew was that, in the dark, Lisa was locked in his arms, flat on her back in bed. He didn't know where the bed had come from, and he didn't care. Her passion was so intense, and his desire so mad, she seemed to have two sets of tits and two sets of hands. Hands and tits came from out of nowhere. Tits filled his hands; tits buried his face. Hands blanketed his ass; hands groped for his balls. A tongue lodged inside his mouth.
Then someone pressed a cold glass of booze against his flaming cheek. The tongue came unstuck from his clamped lips. He elevated his gasping face to drink. The cold fluid flushed down his throat like honey. It went to his belly and made the world spin around like a top. He flopped back down to Lisa. Her body was so much smaller and firmer than he had dreamed from her photo. It didn't matter; she wriggled underneath him like a fish on a line. Thrashing with passion, tossing her hips, jiggling her ass up and down on the hook of his hard-on.
Something happened; he didn't know what, but it made him roll violently. Big tits bounded into his face and cut off his air. His cock was struck by cool air, then grew hot as something warm and wet swallowed it. A tongue twined around his cock like the red stripe on a barber pole. Heaven had hold of his balls. Heaven squeezed; it poked a finger into the cleavage of his ass and jammed his asshole.
Twidell swallowed a bullet-hard nipple; tit poured into his widening mouth like molten metal into a mold. His tongue went into a frenzy across the stretched skin of the tit.
His brain had stopped working; it couldn't comprehend tits in his face and lips on his cock. Only his cock understood; his rod swelled harder, longer; it pulsed unbearably. The sliding ring that traveled up and down his shaft whipped his prick into a froth of insane desire. He knew she had driven him insane because her tongue was in his mouth and around his cock at the same time. His senses doubled everything. Tits bounced around on his thighs. Tits burned into his chest. His hands disappeared into her head of hair, yet he could feel the same hair draped around his crotch and the tops of his thighs.
It was all too much. He felt his thighs rise in the air and come down on a pair of shoulders; his heels came to rest on her back. Yet his hands came to rest on her back, too. The tongue sawing in and out of his spittled lips matched the rhythm of the tongue lapping his cock. He stuck his tongue in her mouth; her teeth clamped on it. He thrust his ass up; sucking cheeks and a thrashing tongue lashed his hard-on toward explosion. His shoulders quaked, then his ass. Fire shot through his loins. The flames spurted into her mouth, through his cock, through his tongue-no, it was all going up his ass, burning there, convulsing and shivering. Hands clawed at him everywhere-in his hair, at his balls, his ass, his thighs. The ecstasy that cascaded through his brain was a flood that swept his body away. The torrents tossed him high, then low, swung him around, filled his mouth, sucked on his cock. The spasms that shook his loins spread to his belly. His belly quivered like a coward, grew hard and exploded. The fireworks shot through his cockshaft and flowered like exploding stars inside her mouth. She sucked for more and got it. His uncontrolled cock splattered juice in every direction. It grew unbearably hard, shuddered, and squirted. Hot lips and a wide-swinging tongue drained it in a rush.
Twidell wrenched his mouth from the tongue stuffing his face. He gasped like a locomotive, then found his mouth filled with bulging boobie. He lapped the boob with his tongue and began to suck on the hard nipple. He couldn't hold it because his cock erupted again-he had to gasp for air. He heard a low moan from his own throat. Then hands took one of his and forced his middle finger into a wet cunt. His lips trembled as he sucked air into his lungs. He knew now he had to have his cock in that cunt, that wonderful soft hole. He tried to push up onto his elbows, but her weight forced him back. He felt his hand moving toward him, his finger still in her cunt. The cunt came near his cheek. His hand fell away and the cunt slapped against his face. Her cuntlips kissed his mouth. His tongue flew from his lips. A hole took hold of his tongue.
They had her out on the grass. Jerry mounted her ass from the rear while Morry lay back with outspread thighs. Lisa's face was a drinking animal attached to Morry's crotch. She curled her arms around his thighs to get a solid grip. Her curving hot ass burned into Jerry's belly as he thrust his rod up her cunt.
Jerry lay his cheek between her shoulder blades and pushed up again with his hands. He had his hands stuffed under her belly. Each time he was ready to shove his cock up her cunt again, he pressed upward with his hands. He managed to raise her belly an inch or two off the ground that way, so that he could get all of his cock inside her and feel his balls squeeze up against her wet box.
Morry scissored his calves around Lisa's neck. His quaking thighs were pressed against the sides of her bellowing cheeks. She could lift her head up just enough to let an inch or two of his cock slide out of her mouth. Each time her head rose, her tongue waggled from side to side across the underbelly of his prick. Morry heard Jerry grunt and moan as he began to come in her cunt. Morry gasped. His cock seemed to swell up like a balloon in her mouth. It paused for a second of eternity, then it went off. Shuddering moans fell from his lips. Lisa circled her tongue around and around the tip of his cock. His prick swelled and contracted and pumped salvo after salvo of jism into her throat. She sucked hard, then harder. Her teeth nipped his base, and he shot off another stream. Lisa's lips sagged and a blast of hot air surrounded his crotch. Her lips gurgled. She began a spasmodic sucking, a noisy slurping around on his cock; it was without rhythm, uncontrolled, wild, something that happened without any intent-just a flapping of lips and lolling of tongue with everything clashing chaotically. Finally her head came down, and it stayed there on his crotch, his cock surrounded by the hot and cool air moving in and out of her lungs.
At first the noise seemed like a rattling. Then it became a roaring clatter. Jerry, Lisa, and Morry scattered from each other like an exploding hand grenade. In their surprise and fright, they scrambled into the front seat of the car, yelling and bumping into each other. It wasn't without its pleasures; Lisa seemed to be surprised and delighted to run into Jerry's cock, and he certainly didn't mind bumping into her big tits. But the battle to reach the clothes on the floor proved futile. In the dark, everything was hopelessly mixed up.
But the noise peaked and went away, though a hint of it stayed with them. A frantic Lisa flung a T-shirt back to the floor. "What was it?"
"A helicopter," Morry rasped. "At first I thought they saw us, now I don't think so."
Jerry gulped for air. "I don't ... get it. I didn't see any lights. Aren't they supposed to have running lights? What the hell, the county sheriff doesn't have a helicopter, does he?"
They all listened. The clattering sound was still not too far off.
"Oh no," Lisa moaned. "My clothes are wet. Must be beer." She began to struggle into her panties. Morry reached down to help her. He tugged them up her warm thighs, felt her ass, then pulled the panties over her ass.
"Shit, that's got to be that Century Rocket helicopter," Jerry said. "The one we saw the other day. Well, what the hell is it doing up here? I mean, at this time of night. Or any time. And without lights. Morry, there's something goddamn fishy going on, back in there by the old mill."
Morry stuck his feet into his jeans. "Could be.
They sure scared the piss out of me. They couldn't have been two hundred feet above us. I could even feel some of the downdraft from the rotor. Christ, I thought it was coming down right where we were."
"I want to get out of here," Lisa whined. She scrambled into her clothes with a speed that was something to remember.
Jerry began to laugh. "I thought you wanted to prowl around the old mill?"
"Not now I don't. Don't get me wrong, you guys. I like you, but that thing frightened me out of my wits. All I could think of was, lucky Barb and Joan, sitting back there in the house, safe and sound, twiddling their thumbs."
"We could still sneak around over there and grab a look," Morry said.
Jerry rubbed his jaw. "What if it's government stuff? Teeger was up here, remember? We'd run into guards and get busted. That would be great. All three of us are supposed to be home. Only we're up here in the dark, stinking of beer."
"You couldn't get me to go back there now for a cool million," said Lisa. "Can't we go someplace else? We were just beginning to roll." She handed Jerry a crumpled sock. "I wonder if you could use a sock for a rubber?"
"It's a little late for that," he drawled. "We'll head out for the countryside. I know an abandoned barn where we could go."
Lisa said, "Let's go, then. This place has spooked me twice." She buttoned her blouse. "Honestly, we're all in a mess. Poor Barb and Joan stuck in the house with nothing to do. We're going to have a bad time, trying to sneak out one by one. You guys don't have it easy, either."
Jerry started the engine. "You can say that again."
Morry and Lisa fell into each other's arms as the car began to back up. Morry's fingers ripped open the buttons Lisa had just buttoned.
Twidell's head rocked from side to side as he gasped for sorely needed oxygen; his lungs burned like embers from their overload of carbon dioxide. He felt he had gone mad. There were two Lisas; he was sure of that now. And they were a pair of wildcats. They attacked every portion of his body. Nothing was his own. His balls and cock traded hands like currency. His ass was scoured by scearching fingers and palms. Tits mashed his face; tongues filled his mouth. As soon as he came in a raging flood inside Lisa's cunt, her mouth took over his burning cock. Cold booze somehow found its way to his lips, and he drank like a parched desert rat. The bouncing bed seemed to surround him like a choppy sea. Warm flesh boiled around the raft of his body. He had never been so happy. The clawing flesh consumed him, loved his arms, his back, his belly, legs and crotch. He wallowed in it, felt the electricity of desire grip his body, then release in a shower of energy. Soft lips met his. Silken hair grazed his cheeks and crotch. A head lodged in the grip of his thighs, then a neck. His cock got sucked into a slippery mouth. Roving fingers churned through his hair. Cunt hair mashed against his mouth. His tongue wormed between his lips and lapped at the wet box. Quivering cuntlips flattened against his tongue. His tongue curled over itself and became a probe. It dug into the mouth of her cunt. Cuntlips spread and took him on. It was happening all over again, the same mad dream of desire. His tongue slid in and out of her boxhole. The mucous taste was sweet. The tip of his tongue found her clit. He waggled his tongue against it and got a surprise. Lisa's cunt erupted; it quivered and sent waves and ripples up and down his tongue. His lips parted and spewed hot breath against her box.
He waggled his tongue again against her clit. Lisa buried his whole face with her box. Below, she buried his hard-on with her mouth. She sucked his guts out. His guts boiled in his belly and distilled into her mouth. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't think. A darkness began to hover inside his brain; it took him, it sent him off into the night sky. Everything floated away with his diminishing consciousness; then nothing.
In the barn, they set the flashlight on the floor and tossed her nude form onto a bale of hay. They fought over her briefly, laughed, and one came forward. It was Morry, the strongest. He leaped on top of her and inserted his quaking hips between her widespread thighs. Jerry lay on the floor, puffing from the exertion of wrestling with someone as strong as Morry. He had to wait his turn. He hoisted the quart of beer and took a long draught. He couldn't help thinking about Gilles Mountain. He knew he would find out what went on there somehow, but he didn't know quite how or when.
"I'll find out," he whispered to the bottle. "Hurry up, Morry," he shouted. "I want a piece of that action. Good action. Good. Real-" He stared at the bottle. It was already half empty. He belched. He reached down and felt his cock; it was as hard as iron. With a girl like Lisa around, a hard-on like that was automatic. All she had to do was look at you, and you started to get hard.
Jerry stared at the rising and falling of Morry's ass. The fiery red cock pistoned in and out of the cylindrical hole in Lisa's cunt. Morry's hairy balls swung around like a couple of kids on swings. His rhythmic grunts mingled with Lisa's moans of joy; the fantastic, the incredible Lisa who could handle both of them and come back for more.
Jerry's thoughts wandered to Barb and Joan; he wondered if they could be anywhere near as good as Lisa. One thing was certain; he would find out about that, too. He lifted the bottle to his lips. For a dull town, things were looking up.
He looked up. Were they ever. Lisa had her legs wrapped around Morry's ass, and she was beating her fists against his shoulder blades. Jerry wondered if he shouldn't jump up and pull Morry off and take a turn. No, Morry would be pissed off. It was better to wait. No use getting greedy; there was plenty to go around-Lisa had proved that. She wanted it in the worst way. And got it. Oh Christ, how she got it. Jerry stared as Morry's balls hammered against Lisa's cunt like it was a piece of carpentry. The big nail went in; the big nail came out. It was a box that got hammered together all over again.
Jerry bit his lip-how much longer was that goddamn brother of his going to take? But he could hardly blame Morry; Lisa was so cunty just being in the same room with her could drive you nuts. She was the kind of girl you couldn't get enough of. You just had to keep fucking her, fucking and fucking, trying to get enough.
Beer drained down his throat. He listened to Lisa's mounting train of moans, and an answer came to him-you couldn't get enough of her because she couldn't get enough of you.
Jerry pushed to his feet; he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to have Lisa now, Morry or no Morry.