Chapter 7
They had spent the whole day at the mouth of the brook as it fed into the lake. Fishing should have been good - Tex had checked the Farmer's Almanac - but it wasn't. The women were tired, and they had set aside their poles to sun on a large flat rock. They had been teasing one another all day, and Sally and Rita gave the men a bad time.
"I could sure find better use for a pole," said Rita. "Why don't you dangle that worm of yours in the water, Tex, and see if you can get a strike."
"Shit, ain't no fish in this fuckin' lake big enough to bite my worm, honey. You should know that." He sent his fly snapping upon the water's surface near a dark hole beside a log. The fly sent concentric ripples out, but nothing else moved. "Shit - perfect cast, and nothing. Maybe there ain't no fish in this fuckin' lake."
Bob watched Tex work the fly rod with fluid, easy motions, but it all came to nothing.
"How come you spend so much time on fish that don't even respond, and ignore me."
How could anybody ignore Rita? Bob wondered. She wore tight blue shorts that showed off her legs and pussy mound. Even though she was a redhead, her skin had tanned a golden, coppery brown. She wore a tied shirt that left her belly bare and flat. Her shorts were cut so low that Bob could see the light rusty fuzz that grew beneath her navel and branched out into a golden red bush beneath.
Bob had forced more than one hard-on down between his legs that day. And with Sally and Rita sprawled out on that rock, he had to fight another.
"Why don't you guys give up and pay some attention to your thirsty companions. Where is that wine we have been lugging around all day?"
"I stuck it in the stream to keep it cool," said Bob.
"At least somebody is using their head," said
Sally, pulling up her top so that her belly could get sun.
"I can sure think of another use for a head," said Rita, rubbing her legs together.
"Rita, you've got a one-track mind, sugar. But I love the track it's on."
"Seems like if you loved it so much, you'd be driving your choo-choo up the track."
Bob couldn't believe the course the conversation had taken during the day. The sexual banter had grown throughout the afternoon, and he felt funny, particularly with Sally being there after what had happened last night. Sally had been warm and affectionate to him, and had touched his prick and balls more than once, but he wasn't very comfortable with the direction that things had been going. It was harder and harder to keep his cock wider control. And neither Rita nor Sally seemed to want to help.
"Men just don't appreciate the sacrifices we women make for them, Rita. We might as well go on back to camp and see how Betty and Jim made out. Might be more exciting."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch - you ever do anything besides bitch?" asked Tex.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact we do. But you are too interested in not catching fish to find out." Rita untied her shirt and freed the buttons. She opened it and revealed her milky white tits, large luscious swells capped with her cherry-like nipples.
"Bobby, you appreciate me, don't you?"
"Sure as hell do," he gulped, his cock dancing in his pants.
"Well come over here and rub some of this sun-tan lotion on me." She held out a tube of lotion.
Bob looked at Tex and Tex just shrugged at him. He had no guidelines to help him decide, and then Rita's tits took over. Tits that would drive a man crazy, and a man would have to be crazy to pass up rubbing sun-tan lotion on them. He went to her.
"Don't want these things to get burned, do we?"
"God, Rita, I've never seen such tits on a woman." He could see the faint freckles that seemed to he beneath the surface of her smooth, white skin.
"Go on, you won't hurt them," she said, and squeezed the tube of lotion. It spurted out white streams of cum-like lotion that oozed down her tits. Bob almost creamed his pants just watching it.
"God, Bobby, you gonna rub it in or not?" She seemed impatient.
"Sure, Rita, it just seems kind of funny to be doing it to you."
"I can think of things that would be a lot funnier, sweetheart." She sat up a little and looked at the bulge in his pants. She smiled and reached for the bulging crotch and gave it a squeeze.
"Why don't you just take out that little old thing and rub this lotion in. Now that would be funnier, wouldn't it?"
"Why don't you rub some lotion on me," said Sally, pulling off her top, bearing her own full, brown-nippled tits. She hadn't realized that Rita was going to make a play for Bob, and she felt cheated.
"No, old Bobby has started on me, and I want him to finish. Come on - unzip that thing, Bob." She reached out and zipped down the fly of his Levi's. She fished inside his pants and shorts for his hard cock.
Sally felt left out and a little jealous. After all, Bob was kind of hers, but then, Rita didn't know it.. She felt silly sitting on the flatness of the rock, her titties bare and Rita digging into Bobby's pants in search of his cock.
"Tex," she called, "if Rita can get Bobby to rub lotion on her with his prick, we should be able to do the same."
Tex dropped his pole and turned around. His own cock stuck out of his pants like a club. "Thought you'd never ask," he teased.
"Bring that monster over here, sugar, and let's put it to work."
Before she knew it, Sally had slipped out of her shorts and lay nude on the rock. She took the tube and squirted the white, thick liquid down between her breasts, around each nipple, down the full length of her flat, brown belly, and into the thicket of her pussy hair, where it collected in gobs caught in the fine blond hair.
Bobby Allison saw what was going on and threw caution to the wind. He stripped down his Levis and his shorts. His cock sprang out like a two-by-four.
"Ooooo," said Rita, "what a nice, thick hunk you are." She raised up and reached out for his hefty cock. "God, what a handful. What a cunt-ful." She pulled his cock up against her tits and began rubbing the lotion into her white skin.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels incredible, Rita." He took his cock in his hand and ran it around her heavy tits, smearing the white liquid with the blunt knob of his cock.
"Yes, it does feel nice, doesn't it, Bobby. But I know something that is going to feel better."
"Oh, yeah?" His imagination exploded with wild images of their fucking and sucking. He wanted to do it all - everything - everything at once.
"Give me back that tube, Sally. I have plans for good old Bobby." She took the tube and squirted a thick stream down between her mammoth jugs, and a trail up each inner slope.
When she had finished she pulled him toward her and lay back on the smooth flat rock. Bobby didn't know what he was supposed to do. He could see Tex working his cock all over Sally's glistening body, up and down the full length of her. His prick was enormous.
"Fuck my titties, Bobby. Get that hunk of cockmeat up here and hump my titties good."
She pulled him on top of her and his knees came to rest in her arm pits. He sat high on her rib cage and his cock lay between the giant mounds of her tits.
"There you go," she said, and grabbing a handful of tit from each side, she mashed the massive mounds of flesh around his rigid cock. "Okay, baby - fuck away," she said, and Bob began to move in and out of her voluptuous tit valley.
The faster he fucked her slick, warm flesh, the harder she squeezed, and the harder she squeezed, the faster he fucked.
"Jesus, Rita, Jesus fuckin' Christ. I didn't know anybody could do this, and it feels so good. God, Rita. I can't last long like that."
"Just fuck my titties, Bobby. Dump your load in Rita's titties, honey. Blast that thick load of cum into my hot jugs. Baby, I love the feel of your prick fucking my tits, love it," she said, shaking her head from side to side. The brilliance of her red hair fanned out on the smooth rock. Her tongue ran in muscles around her lips, its pink tip wet and bright. "Aaaaaaggggh," Bobby gargled, his cum bubbling up in his balls with lightning speed. "Aaaaaa-ggggh," again, and then the mushroom head exploded, blasting white shots of jism up the chute of Rita's tits, splattering under her chin and running down her throat.
"Aaaaggggh . . . aaaaagggggh . . . aaaaa-ggggh," he grunted and pumped his jism up through the hot flesh of her swollen tits, splashed it across her throat where it collected in a small pearly puddle in the hollow between throat and collar bones.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, what a come, Rita. I never came like that before, baby, what a fuckin' come." His cock still throbbed between her tits, and she massaged her flesh against his.
Rita's face was flushed, and she reached up to rub the puddled cum into her skin, across her shoulders and up her throat.
"You must have been hoarding, Bobby. I don't think I've ever seen so much cum. Tex, will you look at . . ."
But Tex wasn't interested in Bobby's cum, for he was just then perched between Sally's wide-spread legs, monstrous prick in hand, poised above her gaping cunt.
"Fuck me, Tex, fuck me," begged Sally, reaching down to help guide the enormous length of him into her hot, wet cunt.
"I can't believe this, Rita."
"Believe it, Bobby, and then fuck me, if that hunk of cock is still hard." And it was.
Rita Latham pulled Bobby Allison's cock into her roaring cunt. The tit fucking had raised her passion to fevered heights and she needed fucking in the worst way.
"Yes, Bobby, fuck me. Drive that hunk of cockmeat into my hot cunt, honey. Fuck me good."
Bob punched his short, thick cock into her pussy and pumped at her with quick strokes. His cock was so fat that it rubbed against Rita's clit like nothing she had ever felt. Bobby rode high up on her fuck hole, grinding his width into her inflamed clit, punishing the raw clit until she thought she would go mad.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah," she cried, "fuck me, Bob, oh fuck me silly. Fuck me like you never fucked before." She bit her lower lip and rocked back and forth as he pounded his thick cock into her flaming fuck hole. "Yes, yes, yes, ooooh yes."
Bob raised up and put a hand on each massive tit, rubbing the nipples with the palms in circular motions, gripping the full firm flesh with strong fingers.
"Fuck, Bobby, do it, honey. Fuck the shit out of me. Rip my cunt, baby. Fuck my brains out." She arched up off the rock with her hips, grabbing handfuls of ass as she tried to pull him farther into her hungry snatch. Her hands spread his cheeks and her fingers probed the soft ring of his asshole.
"Fuckin' A," said Bob, "fuckin' A-okay, Rita. Christ, that feels good. Nobody ever did that to me before."
"Shit, Bobby, you've led a deprived life. I'm gonna have to have a word with Betty."
"God no! Betty would never understand this. For God's sake, don't say anything to her about this. She'd fuckin' kill me."
"Oh, shut up and fuck, Bobby. Anyway, she'd do nothing of the kind. Trust me." She worked her finger farther up his ass and he pumped into her hot pussy.
He wanted to argue about Betty, but Rita's cunt tightened up on his cock and he could only think of how good it felt to be fucking her, how incredibly free and alive he felt.
"That's it, Bob, drive that thing home." His extreme width stretched Rita's cunt walls much farther than most men, and his brevity was much more than made up for by his breadth. Her clit sung against his turgid cock and her pussy snapped up all the cockmeat he had to throw at it. His balls were large and heavy, and they slammed against the inner walls of her ass cheeks. She liked the gentle pounding of their fleshy bulk.
"Now we're getting there," she said, looking into his eyes with a catlike stare, upper lips curling back to reveal perfect white teeth. "Uuuuuuh, now we're getting close, Bobby."
Bobby stopped to reposition his knees on the flat stone surface.
"No! Oh, God, don't stop, Bobby, please don't stop."
He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, her begging turning him on unbelievably.
"Yes, oh yes, that's it. Fuck me, Bobby, fuck, oh, fuck . . . fuck ... oh, fuck . . ." She crushed him against her, flattened her mammoth tits against his hairy chest, wrapped her long legs around his and bucked up off the rock.
"I'm ... oh, Bobby, I'm . . ." Her tits heaved against him, her flat hard belly rippled in growing spasms beneath him, and her pussy clutched his cock like a vise. "Mmmmmmoooooaaaaahhh," the bellowing cry escaped her tortured body and echoed out across the flat water of the lake.
Bob fucked wildly into her sopping, grinding cunt - fucked harder and deeper than he dreamed he would ever dare, and then his own cum was shooting up into the hot recesses of Rita's body, gushing out like hot, white lava from the volcano of his cock.
"Oh ... oh, baby . . . oh . . ." mumbled Rita into the soft bend of his neck and shoulder. "Good fucker, oh, good, good fucker." And the last few spurts of his thick jism shot up her smoldering cunt.