Chapter 7
Carl rested in a chair on the darkened patio. He liked to sit out here at night and consider his situation. He had some kind of decision to make soon about Ella's deal. He had already checked out her story. Her father did indeed own a big chain of hardware stores, she wasn't shitting him. The thing was, would she really do it? Bedroom talk is cheap.
He was almost ready to go inside when he saw the side door of the pool fence open slowly. It was hardly ever locked. He sat very. still, a grin on his face when he recognized the stealthy intruder.
Helen Wood. She wore dark slacks and a dark jersey and sneakers. She slipped up to the lighted sliding glass doors that opened onto the pool and patio, peering furtively inside. Not a bad figure, not bad at all. Carefully he left his chair and crept up behind Helen. He grabbed her around the waist and slapped his right hand over her mouth.
She uttered a muffled cry and fought furiously. He breathed in her ear. "Cool down, baby! You're going to get fucked!"
For a few seconds she struggled with more desperation, and then quieted, breathing hard through her nose . . .
He caught me! Helen thought, wildly. God! I should have been more careful! He says he's going to fuck me! I wonder if he really will? I can't fight him, I'm trespassing!
"Promise not to yell, and I'll let go of you," he said.
She nodded her head. Gradually his hand eased away from her mouth. She shuddered, gulping in air. He drew her away from the lighted glass doorway.
"Now what the hell are you doing over here, Helen?"
"I'm sorry!" she gasped. "I have the peeping instinct, I guess--Please don't report me! I'll do whatever you ask--"
He steered her toward a chase lounge, farther back in the shadows. He sat her down and slipped his left arm around her waist! It felt so wonderful, she shuddered. His nearness, now that her scare was behind her, was making her tremble. Her cunt was turning wet!
"I'm going to fuck you, Helen," he murmured, his right hand lifted to her jersey. "Isn't that what you've been needing?"
"Oh, don't make fun of me, Carl!"
"I thought that's what peepers were after, sex," he chuckled. Suddenly his mouth covered hers, his tongue stroked in her mouth and he worked his hand inside her jersey! The touch of male fingers on her breasts was like giving a parched desert wanderer a drink of spring water. How awfully long it had been since she'd had any normal sex!
Surges of rich lust ran up and down her body. Her dildo was helping, but it still wasn't what a woman really needed. His tongue in her mouth and his hand molding her tits brought a muffled cry of delight from her throat. Imagine sneaking over here and suddenly finding the big stud after her cunt! Talk about wish fulfillment!
Now he lifted her jersey and exposed her naked tits. He pushed her back on the chase lounge! She unfastened the band on her pants, and he drew them away. She watched him undress. the semi-darkness made things difficult to see clearly, but the aroma of him, his nearness, made her slide her panties away. She spread out on the chase lounge.
Suddenly he was above her, between her opening legs! She reached for his cock. The size and length of it sent flurries of lust through her entire body! He was hung like a horse! She'd never touched anything like it!
"Now you're going to find out what a man can do for your cunt, baby," he muttered. Why did he have to say such filth? Was that what he said to all of his girls? Right now it didn't matter! As he lowered his hips she tipped her crotch upward. The burn of his cockhead between her puffy labia was second heaven!
"Yeahhhh!" he growled, stroking his huge prick into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she whimpered. "Ohhhh, my God!"
"Good cuuuunt!" he muttered thickly. "Get your legs back, baby. You're gonna find out what a real cock can do for you!"
The feel of his monster cock rammed into her cunt transported her to a new plane of sensual responsiveness. Her legs flew back. He crouched above her, goring her cunt with hard, deep thrusts! It was like nothing she had ever known! She was stuffed with prick!
The lounge creaked as he hunched and fucked. Her passion soared, she was on the brink of a climax, and suddenly she was having it! She could hardly believe the pangs of erotic delight that swept through her loins! Hard, racking pounds of come fun continued!
"Yeahhhh!" he groaned fiercely. His savage thrusts came faster, and she felt the throb of his prick! The chase sounded like it was falling apart. She felt his big nuts taut against her lower cunt lips. His hunches slowed, her pussy gun fired again! A strange dizziness claimed her senses. She cried out as the pangs erupted again! Things turned hazy.
Just as she finished her delicious sex ride, she was aware of a faintness claiming her. She knew he was drawing his cock out, and then her awareness faded . . .
Carl picked up his clothes and walked toward the sliding glass door that gave onto the patio. He found a towel, wiped his prick and balls and slipped into his apparel. Let Helen rest a while. He'd had enough of her. A house full of young pussy and he'd just wasted a big load in the neighborhood peeper's cunt. Not bad, but he'd had much better.
As he walked back to the living room, Dotty met him and took his arm. "Let's sit a while and fool around, honey," she giggled. "What were you doing, catching a little night air?"
"Yes, feels very refreshing," he grinned, patting her on the ass. She wore lounging pajamas and looked good enough to eat. But of course she didn't care to be cunt sucked. She loved about everything else.
They settled on the sofa, she at his left. She had put on some early jazz tapes, turned down low. Ella and Freddi had gone to a movie down town.
"What got into you, baby?" he murmured, his prick reviving swiftly.
"It's what I want in me I'm thinking about!" she giggled, snuggling closer. Her left hand went to his basket, and she held her ripe red mouth over for his attentions.
The way her lips spread for his tongue told him she really was eager. The black, lay lounging pajamas flattered her fine, rounded body, shaping her tits into alluring cones. As he stroked his probe in her mouth and began cuddling her tits, he had to smile, remembering Helen Wood. Maybe he had opened a can of worms! Sure as hell she'd be horning for more of his cock.
Well, she'd have to take her turn. Stand in line, girls, this prick will go only so far! Get out your dildoes. Use your fingers!
Carefully he lifted Dotty's shapely breasts out of their scented, lacy cups. Her nipples stiffened swiftly, and her tongue livened. Her exploring fingers pressed his prick lump, and she whined her pleasure as he cupped and cuddled her swelling tits. He hadn't fucked her in several days, and she needed it . . .
Dotty shivered with anticipation. Like most wives, she loved home fucking. Something odd about his long stay outside, and there was the faint aroma of semen coming from his crotch! Of course that aroma was linked with his strong masculine appeal, and surely he hadn't climaxed out by the pool!
Anyway, his lovely big cock was getting hard, and that was what counted! She had a surprise for him later on, too. One he would surely. like, knowing his leaning toward new pussy!
Oh, she was turning on fast! She spread her legs, inviting his hand down to her cunt, but he was doing such a fine job on her tits, she didn't want him to slow down there either. He had been rather quiet lately, like he was considering some new tangent. She hoped it had to do with business and not their personal future.
At last their mouths came apart and she unzipped his pants.
"Really eager, huh?" he chuckled, teasing her tender stiff nipples.
"Yes, you big stud!" she breathed, her fingers closing around his tumid cock. She drew it out of his boxer shorts and pants opening. Ohhhh! She would never have enough of that sex thing! Slickness was oozing from his piss hole, which made her know she was still appealing to him. Her cunt was oozy, her clit aching.
She fondled his prick and watched him play with her tender breasts. Fooling around was so much funnnn!
"I have some news for you, honey," she whispered, squeezing his cock.
"Anything to do with pussy?" he chuckled.
"Yes, it does!" she giggled.
"Well, I'm waiting," he said.
"You know Susi Lang, my Tuesday keyboard pupil?"
"Sure, I've noticed her. Widow, isn't she?" He had seen the fine looking brunette. Her husband had drowned in a fishing boat accident a year or so before. He had been well insured and she worked for a lawyer, as a legal secretary.
"Right," Dotty said. "And she thinks you're really something."
"Well, aren't you jealous?" he asked, squeezing one thrusty breast, then tensing his cock.
"Well, I just can't be, with you, honey," she cooed. "I have a date set up for day after tomorrow night, at her place. Okay?"
"Mmmmmm!" he chuckled. "For that you get a real good humping now."
"Play with my cunt, Carl! Please! I'm almost ready to come!"
He gripped her tightly, his right hand dropped to her crotch, and he began pressing and fondling her thinly-covered pussy. She knew he liked sexy undies. She spread her thighs wide and curled her cunt upward. Ohhhhh! It was so good she whined with delight.
His head lowered to her tender, coned breasts, and he sucked a stiff, pink nipple into his lips. Heavvvvy! His best finger traced a hot pathway up and down her cunt slit, ending at the top-, against her clit.
Stings of pleasure spread through her loins. He dallied with her, easing away just as she began to have her goodies. He knew how she liked it!
"Ohhhh, Carl!" she panted. "Love it, love it!"
She felt her nipple harden delectably in his sucking lips, he didn't stop- this time! He squeezed her whole cunt and jiggled his palm very swiftly against her achy, leaking twat. She was rising, sailing, shivering toward her crest! Yes, yes, yesss--ohhhhh! His head lifted from her boobs.
"It's coming, stud!" she cried, squeezing his leaky-headed prick.
"Come, baby, come off hard!" he muttered in just the tone of voice she adored. "Shoot your pussy at my fingers!"
The shivery pangs of her come fun raked her loins! She bucked at his hand and arched her breasts toward his mouth. Nuance after honeyed nuance pulsed her clit and tightened the mouth of her cunt! He made her go off so good and hard! The soft background music, his aggressive nearness, his head now against her quivering tits, made the last twinges utterly divine!
"Ohhh!" she panted, softening in his embrace. "Ohhhh, you animal!"
"You come off real good, baby!" he murmured, still nuzzling her tits. "Want to go to bed now?"
She sighed. "Let me lap fuck your cock, honey," she purred. "We haven't done that in a long time!"
"Good," he said . . .
Freddi and Ella walked out of the movie house and went to Ella's car. It had been an extremely romantic film. Ella had a tingling clit, and she knew that Freddi was stimulated, too. Pretending to be girl and husband was becoming more ridiculous every day Ella was getting ready to split and go back home to Oakland and her parents; the only thing was, she wanted Carl to go with her!
Sitting in the car in the darkened parking lot, Ella leaned in and slid her right hand between Freddi's long thighs. Ella had decided that since her time in Seaside was limited, she might as well take a shot at Freddi.
"Let's don't go home yet," Ella murmured. "I'm sure Dotty and Carl are getting a little. Let's go to a motel and fuck!"
Freddi giggled. "I wondered if you'd ever make a pass! Sure, I could use a little. You ever fucked girls before?"
"Some," Ella murmured. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, only I like cock a lot better," Freddi said. She started the car. Ella fit her hand tightly to Freddi's crotch, and Freddi opened her legs. Those nice long boyish thighs excited Ella's sex centers. Freddi giggled and angled her cunt mound higher. She was taking the highway to Beach Haven.
"What we ought to have is some guy to make it a real party," Freddi said. "There are a couple of clean bars in Beach Haven. Let's pick up some Joe and give him lots of pussy!"
Ella laughed. "Sounds interesting! I hope we can find one who's hung like Carl."
The Dune Bar looked like the best spot for action, so Freddi parked in front and dug out her hair brush. She soon had a girlish hairdo. By adding some makeup and removing a bra that concealed her cute jutting tits, she was quite feminine. Her pants and shirt already fit revealing. She had a pair of high heeled sandals in the car. When they stepped out and went into the lounge, Ella could not keep from staring at the slim, leggy figure. Freddi made a better girl than a guy, anyway.
The girls wiggled to a booth, and half a dozen studs seated at the bar either glanced or stared at them. One low wolf whistle made Ella smile. The commercial fishermen were working nearby, and men outnumbered women at least three to one. Good!
They ordered martinis from the chesty waitress, and when she brought them she said the big blond at the end of the bar had bought them. Ella liked his looks, and lifted her glass, smiling at him. He grinned. Ella curled a finger at him.
He walked to the booth. Narrow hips, wide shoulders, a really rugged looking stud. His basket was impressive. Denim pants, open-throated shirt. He stood at the end of the booth.
"Tod, here," he said.
"Rest it and thanks for the drink, Tod," Ella said. "This is Freddi and I'm Ella." She slid over to make room for him. His dark blue eyes took the girls in, a little smile touched his expressive mouth.
"What are two number tens doing out on the town?" he asked. His tan was marvelous. His short blond hair looked sunburned.
"What's a hunk like you doing out alone, Tod?" Freddi giggled.
"Hoping something like this would happen," he said. The waitress brought him a highball he had evidently already ordered. She fawned over him.
Go fuck yourself with a muddle stick, Ella thought. This stallion belongs to us, cunt.
They visited a while, getting the feel of things. Finally he said: "I know a guy who'd like to join us."
"Oh, we want just you, Tod," Ella giggled.
He grinned. "I could stand that!"
"We thought you could," Freddi cooed. "Is your pad around close?"
He nodded. They finished their drinks, and went outside. Freddi said she'd follow his car. It was a modern looking duplex, and the inside was neat. Some men did know how to keep a place picked up.
He turned down the lights, turned up some slow rock music, and Ella and Freddi went to the john. They did what girls do before a party, and went out into the living room. He had martinis mixed, and they sat on his sofa, with Tod between them . . .
Tod was getting a big hard-on. His luck with cunt hadn't been good lately, but he'd struck the jackpot tonight, man. A imagine long-legged brownie and a lush, young redhead. Fuuuuck! He figured they were traveling through, because he hadn't seen them around Beach Haven. Didn't matter. They were after a good time, and he had what they were craving.
He'd had two girls a few times, but none as classy as these cunts. Looked like models, and maybe they were. The good lookers were generally better fucking than the wrens, anyway.
"Where are you chicks headed, anyway?" he asked, spreading his legs to give them a better look at his meat. He had a good thick niner he was proud of, and it was making his basket enlarge as he stiffed fresh, young pussy.
"We're just out for a good time, Tod," the redhead cooed, dropping her right hand on his left leg. She slid her fingers in toward his outfit. He grinned, sipping his martini. He had made a large shaker of the mix. Very light on the vermouth.
He slid his left arm around the redhead, inhaling her perfume and cunt aromas, and she held her mouth up for a kiss. Her silky, warm lips opened wide, their tongues flicked together, and he lifted his right hand to her bulgy blouse. Yeahhhh . . .
Oh, this is good! Ella thought, shivering. He wants me first! Just what the pussy needs! she thought. It's neat to feel a new man, real neat! Carl has his change of girls. I need a new cock pumping in my cunt!
He had her blouse open in seconds, and her tender breasts were out for his pleasure. Her tingly nipples were already stiff, her clit was itching. Freddi was giggling and smiling, sipping at her cocktail. The girls hardly ever drank liquor, but this was a special evening!
Tod's tongue stroking in her mouth, and his hand cupping her tits, drew a whine from Ella's throat. She opened her legs invitingly . . .
Freddi had a sharp, tingling clit. This was exciting as hell, watching him play with Ella's tits, running his tongue into her mouth and throat. As her pinkies settled on Tod's basket, Freddi shook with desire. Damn! She finished her martini and moved in front of the other two. She unfastened her shirt, lifted her tits out, and undulated her body.
Ella and Tod stopped kissing and looked at Freddi. She giggled, took her shirt off and unfastened the band of her pants.
"Yeah, show me some pussy!" he chuckled.
Ella giggled, still fondling his cock bulge, and he continued playing with Ella's boobs. They were really very sexy tits!
"Done!" Freddi smiled, her pants falling to the floor. She wore sheer red bikini panties. In heels and half nylons and panties she knew she looked stimulating. She posed with her long legs apart and undulated her ass.
"Great, great!" Tod exclaimed. "Ella, why don't you get your pants off, too?"
"What I'm waiting for is to get my pussy off!" Ella laughed. She unzipped Tod's fly, and reached inside.
"Oh, me, too!" Freddi giggled.
Tod laughed. He helped Ella get his pants apart. When his big cock stood up from his shorts, thick and long and large-knobbed, Freddi shuddered. He was hung! Maybe not as long as Carl's rigid prick, but thicker! It was the sexiest cock she had ever seen! Carl had it, but Tod had more of it!
"Ohhh, what a beauty of a cock!" Ella breathed, her fingers closing around his shaft.
"You can say that again!" Freddi exclaimed. She danced closer to Tod, her cunt turning oozy . . .