Chapter 5
Hando Rubosa's hand moved rapidly, pounding at the hardness of his rigid, eleven-inch penis. His eyes burned with the hot fires of desire as he watched the couple in the grass. After the brown-haired woman had sucked him to climax, the muscular blond adonis lay in the grass, his hands idly stroking her lushly rounded breasts. Little by little, he regained his strength. As Hando watched, the man's spent penis had grown inch by inch, turning from a flaccid worm of flesh into a strong, nine-inch giant standing straight up from his hair-matted groin. The huge penis jerked with excitement, and the man moved more and more quickly, his hands descending slowly to cup the woman's fleecy crotch. She spread her long, tapered legs wide, splaying them open to give him plenty of room to operate. Hando saw his big, blunt fingers find their way between the taut, moisture laden lips of her nether mouth and heard her moan with raw, unbridled passion, her curvaceous body squirming lasciviously on the ground.
"Aw, shit," Candy groaned. "You gotta fuck me, Hal. You gotta bang my cunt now, or I'm gonna go crazy. I gotta have your big, hard cock in me, quick!"
"Sure, Candy, sure. I'm hot, and hard, and ready for you."
"I know. I can see that," she answered, giggling as she wound her fingers around his candlestick cock. "Ouuuuu, Hal, it's so hard and stiff, just like I want it to be. Oh, I can't wait to have that thing poking into me. Hurry!" Her voice was gruff, ragged with passion. Her eyes burned darkly as she looked at the hugely blunt head of his phallic giant. She squeezed lightly, and a * large shiny drop oozed temptingly from the long, deep slit in its tip. She bent down and caught it on the end of her tongue.
"Hey, you're not going to suck me off again, are you?"
She shook her head. "No way, baby. This time you're gonna screw the living shit out of me." Candy was crude, completely dif-ferent from his wife, and he loved the contrast. A shiver of passion ran through his body, making his cock jerk lewdly from side to side.
Candy laughed. "Look how hungry he is for me. That big, thick baby of yours has a mind of his own."
"You goddamn bet you he does. It's given me plenty of trouble too. He works overtime."
"Well, then, let's give him a reward for all that work, shall we? You just lie there on your back, and I'll take care of everything." Candy got to her knees, brushing the stray strands of grass from her back and buttocks. She looked down at Hal's supine body and grinned wantonly. He was beautiful, like a model from a magazine for liberated women. The afternoon sun glinted off his bronze colored hair and shown softly on his broad, smoothly muscled chest. He could have been a champion weight lifter, but she knew he was not. All this beauty came naturally, and the big stud had the sort of sexy, casual manner that came with that kind of naturalness. This had always been his, and he was used to it. He simply took it for granted.
She positioned herself with one knee on either side of Hal's narrow hips, her long, sharp fingernails tracing teasing lines down the length of his chest. Hal grunted with satisfaction. He liked having a woman service him. When Candy sucked him off, he was in all his glory, being worshipped for the fullness of his masculinity. This experience would be as exciting and as satisfying. Candy would be doing the screwing. She would be doing all the work. All he had to do was lie there and watch until the cum came vomiting out of him into her coaxing cuntal mouth. Why could it never be like this with Sandra? She lay there on their new innerspring mattress like a queen, expecting him to satisfy her. She never gave the slightest indication that she wanted him to be happy.
Her hazel eyes on Hal's upturned face, Candy began to lower her body. She moved slowly, deliberately tantalizing him with the swaying movement of her pendulous breasts. A lewd smile played across her full, red lips, and she licked them in excited anticipation of what was to come. She could feel the female juices churning within her, a building tidal wave of passion. When she climaxed, she would drown Hal's jerking cock in musky, syrupy wetness.
The touch of her fingers on his chest and flat belly made Hal shiver and groan with wanton lust. "Hurry up," he said, his voice tight. "I gotta have you. I gotta have f uckin' right now!"
Candy grinned down at him. "That's the kind of talk I like to hear from a man, honey. I like to know you need it as bad as I do."
"Oh, yessssssss, yessssssss, I need it bad," he hissed, tossing his head from side to side in the long grass.
The burgeoning tip of his phallus touched her pouting cunt lips, and Candy let out a little gasp of passion. It would not be long now. She could feel the blood swelling the edges of her burning slit, turning them red, making them hard and all the more ready to gulp down his raging shaft of steely flesh.
"Push down! Push nowwwwww!" Hal groaned.
With one quick downward thrust, Candy took him, burying the fleshy head of his prick hotly in her moist, quivering flesh. The sensation of fullness overwhelmed her. This was how she liked it. This was the way it should be-all the time. The girl threw her head back and howle, d like an animal in high heat.
As he continued to pump his huge, distended penis, Hando Rubosa smiled. How he would love to use this pair at an initiation ceremony. No one who watched them in action could ever forget. Perhaps there was a way. Things had a strange way of coming to pass.
"Oh, Hal, Hal baby, it's so deep inside me. It's way up in my belly!" Candy gurgled, her body writhing over his, the pinkness of her tongue darting out to lick her full, parted lips. Her flat stomach heaved with excitement, and her large breasts bounced and swayed hypnotically. She leaned forward, seeking further penetration, and Hal cupped one of his big palms under each rounded breast, marvelously aware of the silken softness of their flesh. His cock was deeply imbedded, hugged tightly by the demandingly moist lips of her trembling pussy. Each time she moved, he bored in deeper, bringing thick groans of passion from his drooling lips.
"Pump hard, honey," he moaned. "I gotta come. If I don't come, I'm gonna die."
Candy leaned further, her naked breasts brushing against his cheeks. His lips closed quickly over one of her brownish nipples, and he lashed his wet tongue across it again and again, feeling the soft crinkles of her flesh.
Hal moved his hands down to caress her wildly gyrating buttocks. He pulled the soft, fleshy cheeks wide apart, letting the cool air rush in to play along her long, hairless crack. Candy moaned, soulful, mewling sounds coming from her throat as Hal probed his fingers between her flared cheeks. He found her tightly puckered ring and ran over the edges of her anal muscles.
"Awwwww, Christ, stick your finger up my ass. Open it up. Dig in and make me hurt!"
With a lewd grunt, Hal jammed the hard bluntness of his middle finger into the girl's tight anal tube. She screamed with pain, writhing and spasming, her distended cunt lips biting down harder than before on the base of his throbbing prick.
"More. Make it hurt more," she sobbed.
Without mercy, he worked a second finger in next to the first, wiggling the two of them around inside her, distending and stretching the taut muscles of her rectal passage.
"Oooooooooh, yessssssss. Hurts. Hurts so good. Oh, God, I'm commmmmmmm-mming!" she gasped, her voice a hoarse parody of itself. Pushing down as hard as she could on the hard pole of Hal's up-pointing penis, she climaxed, the hot liquids flooding out of her to bathe his cock in wetness.
With a sudden choke of passion, Hal felt his balls erupt. Huge, boiling gobs of sperm shouted up his penile tube and out through the swollen slit of, his flaring cockhead, landing deep in her body and trickling back down his hard shaft to pool on his flat pelvis.
Candy shuddered from head to toe, her head tossing from side to side and her knees pressing frantically into the sides of his heaving body. "Aw, shit," she moaned as she gasped from the harshness of exertion, "That was tremendous. Hurry up and let's do it again."
"Again? Something tells me I'm finished. I already came twice. My nuts are aching so bad I can hardly stand it. You got me drained, baby."
She stretched out languorously across the length of his hot, sweating body, giggling softly as she writhed against his damp flesh. Working her way downward, she kissed his broad, bronze chest, letting her tongue flick out to tease his hard little nipples. She licked at his belly and dug her tongue into the warm depths of his big navel, tasting the remains of his cum and her cunt runnings. Reaching the thick curls of his pubis, she combed through them with her teeth, making him grunt at the small jolts of pain her pulling produced.
Taking the spongy head of his prick between her lips, Candy swirled her tongue around the flaring rim of it, exciting a thousand nerve endings and causing the organ to reawaken. Despite his exhaustion, Hal found himself growing erect, his body readying itself once more for action.
"I can't," he said, his voice choked with passion. "I gotta get back to the station." Even as he said it, he knew he would fuck her again, and again, and again for as long as she commanded him to do it.
His head thrown back, Hando Rubosa snorted loudly through flaring nostrils. The hot, white sperm spewed forth from his flaming prick tip to splatter on the green leaves and the tall grass before him.
Through slitted eyes he watched the young couple in the clearing. Even though it seemed impossible, they were getting ready for another passion filled round of raw animal sex. Somehow he had to bring them into the fold, to channel their energy, to use them for the exciting purposes Marta had explained to him so often.
Still, how could he let her know about them? She would wonder how he knew what they had been up to in the quiet of the woods. Before she was through with her demanding, probing questions, she would know that he had done the unforgivable. He had spilled a load of fresh seed, wasting it on the grass. No, he would do nothing. If something were meant to work out, it would work out.
Quietly, Hando sat back to watch the performance before him, absentmindedly bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick away the sticky drops of semen which clung to them.