Chapter 2
Hando Rubosa crouched behind a bush, watching intently. He was so used to being on display that he found this chance to watch a strange couple making love a rare and exciting treat. His black eyes were wide as he watched them undressing. The girl was beautiful, built like a slim, perfectly proportioned marble statue. The sunlight, dappled by the leaves overhead, played over her tawny body, and Hando felt himself growing warm and restless in response. That was unusual for him. From the time he was little more than a child he had been used as a sex machine, a creature trained and conditioned to perform at will, to put on a show for anyone having the money to pay for it. His usual arousal was purely artificial, designed to entertain and titillate. This spontaneous stirring at the sight of a remarkably sexy woman was strange for him, and he found himself enjoying it immensely.
He regarded the man, a handsome, spectacularly built blond, with interest. He was, Hando decided, worthy of the animalistic, brown-haired female. As the stud dropped his tight pants, Hando saw that his arching erection was not as big as his own, but more than sufficient to meet any woman's need. This would without doubt be a performance well worth watching. He settled down to view it, his hand moving to caress his highly prized genitals, tightly packed inside skin-tight black pants. Something told him that before this was over he would spill one or maybe more loads of white, starchy seed all over the tall grass. Marta would be angry if she found out, but there was no reason in the world for her to ever know. "Oh, shit," Candy moaned, "your cock is one of the most beautiful ones I've seen in a long time." She reached out to caress Hal's throbbing, heart-shaped tip with cool fingers.
"I bet you've seen a lot of them too, haven't you?" Hal grunted, arching his trim pelvis forward as though inviting the woman to explore him as much as she liked.
"I've seen a few but not nearly as many as I'd like." She looked him in the eye, her gaze open and wanton. "I never get enough, Hal, no matter how many pricks I have." Her fingers tightened around his thick, vein-encircled shaft, and she could feel his heart beating within it. The blood pumped beneath her hand, engorging his penis until it ached with hardness. All of this is because of me, she thought with a shiver.
Candy lay on her side, and Hal knelt beside her. Her eyes roamed up and down the length of his hard, strongly built body. God, what an animal he was. She could smell the sweetly acrid sweat of his body, and it made her twitch with sexual hunger. His throbbing prick lay in her palm, its moist, reddish tip only inches from her face. She bent forward and held his blunt, knobby head to her nose. Through flaring nostrils, she sniffed at it eagerly.
Hal chuckled, his voice tight with raw passion. "Aw, shit, you're just like a bird dog. You like that smell, bitch?"
Candy grinned up at him lewdly. "Yeah, I love it. It smells ripe and ready. Christ, Hal, you're sexy. I can smell your musk along with good, honest sweat and piss."
He laughed. "There's probably some dried cum there too."
Anger flashed in her eyes. "Is there some of Sandra's cunt juice too? Am I taking secondhand stuff because you were too fuckin' lazy to take a bath this morning?"
"Naw. That little cunt I'm married to wouldn't give me any last night. I jacked off this morning after I got to the station. After going without last night, I was so goddamn horny by the time I got to work I had to take the pressure off or I wouldn't be able to think about anything else all day long."
"That seems like a terrible waste, all that nice, fresh cream splashing against the back wall of a urinal." Her warm breath caressed the taut head of his cock as she spoke.
"Maybe. We won't waste this load though, will we?" He gazed down at her, her face an inch from his cock. As he watched, he saw a single large drop of preseminal fluid ooze from the long slit in the end of it. He was more than ready now, and if Candy did not hurry up, he would come in her hand.
"Can I suck you?" she whispered, her naked body squirming wantonly at the thought of having his huge prick in her mouth. "Sure, but don't do it too much, or I'm gonna come in your throat."
"What's wrong with that? I love the taste of cum. Every man tastes different. Did you know that?"
"I heard it. I don't know from experience." He wished she would hurry up and get on with it. His gonads ached with excitement.
"Did you ever taste your own?" Her free hand snaked in between his legs. She began running it up and down along his inner thighs, moving lightly, her finger tips ruffling his wiry golden fuzz.
"Yeah, a couple times I licked off my fingers after I jerked off. Just curious, you know?"
"I know," she replied, giggling. "One guy I used to play around with when I was in high school wouldn't let me swallow it. He made me hold the cum in my mouth, and he'd lick it out and eat it himself."
"Sounds messy." Hal wondered if Candy was deliberately trying to torture him with this kind of talk, drive him to a point of passion where he would rape her. If that was her game, she was succeeding.
"It was pretty sexy, actually," she replied. "We used to do it all the time. He really loved eating his own cum. Sometimes when he'd fuck me, he'd eat out my cunt right afterwards and suck up all the cream he'd just pumped into me. It's really terrific having a guy eat you out right after you've been fucked. My cunt was so sensitive by the time he put his tongue into it that I'd just scream with excitement. Sometimes he made me come all over again just by licking his cum out of me."
"Are you gonna suck my cock or not?" Hal asked, the impatience clear in his tone.
Hando Rubosa cupped his hand to his ear, trying to hear what the young couple were talking about. Perhaps he should take a chance on sneaking closer. He decided against that. If they discovered him, he would not get to watch them have sex. As it was, he was sure he was about to see the girl fellate the big blond male, just the way it was sometimes done to him during the Ritual. By now, though, he had grown so used to that that it hardly seemed sexual any more. It was simply something he did because Marta told him he had to do it. It was how they got money. Everything was a way to get money, it seemed. Had this blond man paid the woman to do what she was doing now?
Hando watched, his black eyes wide, as the brown-haired woman bent forward, her full, lush-looking lips closing over the shiny head of the man's penis.
"Aw, shit," Hal moaned, "your mouth is so hot, it feels like an oven. Aw, shit, use your tongue on my tip, under the ridge of it, just like that. Ah, yeah, that feels so gooo-ooood."
As she sucked wildly at the apricot-shaped head of his cock, Candy's fingers caressed the shaft lovingly, treating it as though it were a finely carved piece of art. She stroked eagerly, her breath coming in short, frantic bursts as she continued to flick her tiny pink tongue over the smooth surface of his leaking head. Her mouth was filled with the sweet, earthy flavor of his generously flowing precum, and she swallowed eagerly, loving the lewdly exciting taste of it. Soft, mewling sounds came from her throat, the cries of a sex-crazed animal. Her fingertips felt the bluish veins that ran along his nine-inch pole of virile masculinity. They pulsed under her touch, forcing even more of his lust-heated blood into his already bursting erection.
Hal's hair-covered loins began moving forward and back, the muscles of his trim buttocks knotting and loosening as the girl continued to suction at his throbbing tip. Her small, smooth, hands were everywhere at once, drawing up and down the length of his burgeoning erection, lifting and weighing his huge, rolling balls, tenderly teasing the leathery sac of his scrotum, running over the thousands of screaming nerve endings in his inner thighs.
Again and again, her wet tongue licked salaciously over the bulbous head of his totally excited prick. He gasped aloud and shivered with excitement. The extreme warmth of her saliva almost burned him. The brown-haired girl, naked, her body writhing with passion, moaned as though she had been starved for a month and was now gorging herself at the most lavish banquet one could imagine.
From his hiding place, Hando could hear her groans. She sounded like some of the women who came to see Marta, the atmosphere and Marta's secret potions turning them into lewdly aroused animals. This was more exciting to him, though, because he could stand back and watch it all happen. Instead of his being in the eye of the whirlpool, the blond man, so totally different in appearance from him, was on the receiving end of all that unbridled passion. As though they had a mind of their own, Hando's long, slim fingers unbuttoned his skin tight pants and reached inside the gap seeking the huge, coiled snake that lay within. With extreme effort, they pulled it forth, eleven inches of hard, pulsating male meat. The long foreskin draped his fist-shaped cockhead as though it were hiding something so exciting it had to be kept from human eyes. Hando's hand wrapped around his burgeoning stalk, and he marveled at the hard, hot feel of it. He was ready to explode, just from watching the lewd antics of the couple in the clearing. Slowly, his hand began to move.
Candy moved her soft, pink lips down the turgid length of Hal's rock hard penis. As she moved, her tongue tasted the salty flavor of it. The tangy essence excited her even more. She drew her mouth into a tight, demanding oval, sliding it over his taut prick flesh like a custom fitted metal ring. The warmth of her embracing lips enclosed Hal's penis with a heavy pressure. His arousal was complete, and he tossed his head from side to side, animal groans issuing from his half-parted, gasping lips. His body shuddered with repeated waves of raw, open lust. He could feel every swipe of Candy's naked, coaxing tongue. It drove him onward down the one way path of total sexual abandon. Why could Sandra not be even a little like this? Her lovemaking was so cold, so predictable. Before he could get her to take his penis into her mouth, he had to get her so sloppy drunk she usually passed out before he reached climax. Besides that, her sucking was totally uninspired. He wished he knew why it was that Candy seemed so fantastically different from his wife. They had grown up together, always been best of friends. Why had not Candy taught Sandra a few things along the way? Hal shuddered, the heavy muscles of his back rippling with excitement. He shoved his penis deeply into her throat, expecting her to choke on the extreme thickness of it the way Sandra always did. Candy did not gag. She took everything he had to give, swallowing deeply and fluttering the tightly constricting muscles of her throat around the throbbing length of his agitated organ of lust. This girl was a real expert. Her sucking was no half-hearted effort. This was real fellatio, performed as nature intended.
"Oh, baby," Hal groaned. "You suck it so good. Oh, God, I can feel it way down in my guts. Suck my guts out, baby. Make me come hard right down your hot, tight gullet."
He groaned loudly as the engulfing wetness of Candy's mouth and throat closed relentlessly around his thick, throbbing prick. He looked down at the beauty of her naked body, her large, melon-shaped breasts swaying and bobbing as she worked on his hard cock. Her mouth moved hungrily over his taut flesh, and he could watch it all, seeing the soft lushness of her full lips as they moved up and down the ivory smoothness of his hardened prick. It was so exciting. Why could it never be like this with Sandra?
Candy squeezed his swollen, sperm-filled testicles with her soft palm, milking him, coaxing the sticky semen to the boiling point. They were heavy, loaded with living matter, waiting to explode down the girl's greedy throat.
Grabbing the back of Candy's head with both hands, Hal pushed hard into her tightly held mouth, shoving far into her throat. As before, she took it all, contracting her muscles around his hardness. She breathed excitedly through flaring nostrils, her breath ruffling his lush pubic curls. He pushed again and then pulled out of her. He was fucking her mouth, his hips and pelvis moving in exactly the same pattern as if he were screwing into her enflamed pussy. In, out in out again. The constant friction against the head and length of his flaming penis took its toll, and suddenly he was coming.
"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaa!" he cried, his shout echoing off the trees.
Hal threw his head back and cried out again and again. His pelvis shook, out of control, and he shoved into the woman's face, brutally bruising the back of her throat with the hard end of his vomiting sex tool. His gonads pumped out their sweet syrup, acting like a pair of tiny engines as they churned and ached with activity. The flow of sperm surged up through his swollen urethra and out through the quivering slit in the tip of his huge erection. It splattered into Candy's sucking gullet, and she gulped it down frantically, afraid she might lose even one drop.
The gushing spurts of male milk slid down her throat to swirl heatedly in her belly as she continued to gulp, bringing exquisite pressure to bear along the whole length of Hal's throbbing member. He moaned and groaned, his body wracked with the delightful pain of prolonged orgasm.
Candy lifted her head at last, her pink tongue licking the rest of his fresh, thick semen from her lips. "Christ, Hal, you're tremendous. You pack a real load too."
"Did I taste good to you, baby?" Hal asked, his voice weak and his muscular body shaking with exhaustion.
"First rate. As good as any man I ever had before." She lay back in the smoothly caressing grass, her body wiggling salaciously, ready to be teased to orgasm. "Why don't you rest for a few minutes?" she suggested. "I'll wait."
"Maybe we better get back to the station. They'll be needing me."
"No way, honey. I'm not ending this little show until I've had that huge prick of yours all the way up into my belly. I'm hungry for cock, and I don't care who knows it."
Hal grinned, lying down beside her in the grass and running his big hand across the smoothness of her stomach. "I'll say you're cock hungry, baby, and I love it. I can hardly wait for you to come. I bet your cunt will rip me to pieces." His fingers found their way to Candy's large, up-pointing breasts, and he squeezed them, digging his fingertips into their buttery surface.
Candy squirmed beneath his touch, more excited than she could remember being in a long time. "Oh, Christ, baby, the way I feel, we might end up staying here all night!"