Chapter 7
The next evening, the Bar X's bar was crowded with the ranch's guests, all of whom had put in a busy day of activities. It had been a beautiful day, as was nearly always the case in Arizona, and the guests had taken advantage of the sun and the different activities the Bar X had to offer and were now relaxing before dinner.
Mike Rucker had checked on his guests during the cocktail hour, and Janet had thrilled to see him again, hiding her agitation from Peter with elaborate cafe. Mike seemed a little less tall than she had remembered; perhaps he was a little heavier, too, but his hair was still thick and dark, worn a little longer. His eyes were the same, a sort of multi-hued blue, wide-spaced and looking out, levelly.
She made it a point to approach him when he seemed to have a free moment. She had told Peter that he was an old boyfriend, not trying to conceal the fact. Mike gripped Peter's hand with strong fingers, murmuring the amenities, but with Janet, he took both her hands in his, stepping back to admire her. "Janet, you haven't changed at all, you're just as lovely as you ever were!"
She felt properly flattered and flustered, stumbling lamely over her words. "I was thinking the same thing when I saw you."
Peter watched them uneasily. He decided that since she had told him before they had made reservations for their holidays that Mike was an old boyfriend, there must have been something serious between them before he had met and married Janet. It was normal and natural they'd be interested in each other's doings. As he listened to them chat, he dismissed the other disquieting thought that crossed his mind. There just didn't seem to be any reason to think Janet would want to renew an old relationship. It was sheer foolishness for him to think something like that!
Now, Mike was ending their animated conversation, saying, "Listen, Janet, I have to run! There are some details I have to take care of in the kitchen, but I'll see you two during or after dinner tonight. Look for Nora, my wife. I understand you met her last night."
"All right, Mike, we'll try to make it," she said, knowing that her eyes were too bright and that she had been hanging on his every word too obviously. Her excitement over talking with him was out of bounds. Then he was gone, saying his goodbyes and gripping Peter's hand again.
"Well," Peter remarked dryly, "is he the main reason we came to this dude ranch?"
He had hit too close. "No, not really, the fact that he owned the place seemed like a good recommendation, but I'm terribly glad I got to see him again," she lied.
"And, I suppose you'll want to see him again, tonight, in the bar like he suggested?"
"It'd be fun, I think. Besides, I'd get a chance to chat with his wife," she answered.
And so it was that Peter and Janet were in the Bar X Ranch's bar after dinner. Most of the other guests were also in the bar, making it rather difficult to move about in the small room. They made some friends with whom they chatted for a while. As they talked, Peter watched the guests drift by the table and his eyes were caught by one woman in particular. He watched her as she went by the table several times. She was Karen Halstead, the redheaded friend of Mike Rucker's wife.
She smiled at him on her third time by, coming close enough to say, "We're over in the far corner.
Peter couldn't help watching, as she moved away through the room. There was something very intriguing about her; besides, she had a marvelous body and those legs were gorgeous.
Breaking away from the chatty group, Janet and Peter made their way through the crowd of noisy guests to the corner booth where Mike and Nora Rucker sat. There was a big blond man sitting there, with Karen Halstead, who was immediately introduced as her husband, Adam. At Mike's invitation, they crowded into the booth with them. Just as Adam started to reseat himself, he snapped his fingers and frowned.
"Damn it, Mike, I forgot to arrange for the rent-a-car service for that couple from back east, they wanted to take a run around Phoenix in the morning. If you'll excuse me, I've got to make a quick telephone call." He left them to thread his way through the crowded room.
"How do you like that!" Karen complained. "Just when I thought we could relax a little bit, there're more details for him to take care of."
"It'll be all over tomorrow when the weekend guests leave," Mike assured her.
They ordered their drinks and Mike and Janet went on with the conversation they had begun earlier, more or less excluding Peter, Nora, and Karen. Somehow, in the shuffle of reseating themselves, Peter had ended up with Nora on one side of him, Karen on the other. They sat close, as they turned their conversational gambits on him. He joined in the chatter, but gradually, soon after the drinks arrived, he became aware of Nora's thigh moving against his own. He didn't believe it at first, thinking it was an accident. Then, on the other side, Karen dropped a hand covertly to his thigh, lightly feather-touching him with definitely erotic signals. He turned his head to look into her face. She smiled back, impishly, allowing her tongue to flick out to lick her lips. Damn! What were these two trying to do?
"Interested?" she queried, arching an eyebrow.
He swiveled around to look at Nora. She stared back at him in wide-eyed innocence, and her voice was low, intended only for him. "If you are, you just sit here and well arrange to send you a message of something to let you leave without arousing suspicion."
Peter looked at them in disbelief. Both of them couldn't be interested in him! Or could they? There might be other reasons, but he didn't know what they could possibly be. Karen's hand had inched upward between his legs, while now Nora's joined in the erotic signals. He felt the first growing lurch of his cock. Was he interested? Hell, how could he not be! Yet, there was something in the back of his mind, something he hadn't dredged up yet, that told him he should be wary. There was something strange about two women working on him at the same time! What was it?
Karen Halstead, sitting on the outside, picked up her drink, drained it, and slid out of the booth. Nora followed. Mike and Janet looked up, and Nora explained, "You'll excuse us, won't you, one of those necessary things."
"Of course, darling. We'll be right here," Mike murmured, elated that things seemed to be working almost perfectly.
Janet barely noticed their leaving. She plunged right back into her conversation, wanting to find out every little thing that had happened to Mike. For his part, Mike Rucker was glad of her interest in him; that'd make things easier later on.
Sitting there, listening to them, Peter felt like an outsider. Then he felt cynical. Somehow, there seemed to be something of a plot afoot, and he wondered, again, what Nora and Karen really had in mind. Well, he'd talk to them; that'd be better than sitting here like a sort of social outcast, no matter how temporary, but he had no intention of falling into temptation, as he had with Lana. He'd have to resist that animal-like thing in him and keep it on a tight leash,, as he always had, except for his slip when he had fucked that little bitch in the back seat of his car. He tried to push it out of his mind again. Christ! How long was his conscience going to beat him down on that score?
A petite cowboy-costumed cocktail waitress appeared at his elbow. "Mr. Peter Young?"
"Yes?" he acknowledged.
"Telephone call for you, sir. In the lobby."
He rose, slid a bill onto her tray, murmured his thanks, and said in a properly mystified way, "Who could be calling me here?"
Janet glanced up. "The office?"
"I don't know. I'll be right back." He moved off through the crowded room.
Mike watched him go momentarily, knowing he was not going to the lobby to answer the phone. He smiled to himself. Damn! Everything was just going great. It wouldn't take him very long now to get Janet Young in that big king-sized bed upstairs, ready and willing to be fucked.
The large main room of the ranch didn't seem to Peter to be as corwded as the bar. He spotted the two women on one of the couches in the corner of the room and joined them with a direct question. "What are you two up to?"
Nora Rucker countered with another question. "What do you think?" She gave him that same innocent smile.
"Here, we got you a drink." Nora handed him a glass.
"Scotch on the rocks?" he asked her and she nodded. "If what I think is right, it looks like you're trying to pick me up!"
"Whatever made you think that?" Karen queried, playing the innocent game, too.
"Well...." He was flustered now. He swirled the ice around in his glass and took a long drink. He went on, "Maybe I'm off base, then, but I thought...."
"Do you mean because I did this?" Karen asked, a certain lewdness now in her smile, as her hand, beneath the table, went out to his hip, moved around to his thigh, and delved toward his trouser-encased cock.
"Yes," Peter choked, glancing around the room, nervously. Damn, she was brazen about it. It reminded him of Lana and the way she had been so direct. These two women were serious, he decided, even in the face of the kidding tone of their talk! "But I don't understand why."
"Let's just say we like you," Nora smiled.
"Tour husbands?"
"They don't mind," Nora smiled lewdly.
"Because they do the same thing," Karen added. "That business Adam went off to do is probably monkey business with another woman!"
It hit him then. Mike Rucker was alone with his wife, Janet! God damn, he had been a stupid ass! Right then, he would have been willing to bet that Mike had been responsible for the whole thing, luring him away by using these two women as bait, so he could move in on Janet while he was gone! The whole thing clicked into place in his brain, and he could see it, in his mind's eye, almost like a computer printout. The clue had been in Karen's words. But what about Janet? Up until that moment, he would have discounted any possibility of her being interested in an extramarital fuck. She had proved that when young Ed Moore had been sent packing that night he and Lana had had that wild and wanton screw in his car. Christ! Why couldn't he get Lana Moore out of his mind? He groped back to think about his wife again. Yes, she wouldn't have been interested before this, but the way she had been acting around Mike, it would no longer be a sure thing. Somehow she could-be vulnerable, and it could happen.
"So, you're off playing your own little games with me," he said, thoughtfully.
His cock, below, jerked involuntarily as Karen found it, her fingers circling around it tauntingly.
"We play for keeps, though," Nora said. "For the real thing!"
Peter swallowed a healthy slug of his scotch. "And Mike, does he play the same way?" he asked.
"Why?"
"Because right now he's alone with my wife!"
"And you're with us. Isn't that nice?" Karen taunted.
"That makes it two for one!" Nora suggested.
They were trying to strike a bargain! The idea raced through his brain's synapses, leaving him a little breathless. It seemed to him if he understood it right now, that they both wanted him to fuck them, but the stinger was that it was an exchange. Nora and Karen for him, and his wife for Mike Rucker!
"You can't be serious?"
"We're not kidding!" Karen interjected. "All you have to do is do nothing, do you understand?"
"Yes, I think so," Peter grunted.
"Just let Janet decide for herself what she wants to do. It's as simple as that!" Nora told him.
"After all, she's a grown woman," added the redhead, who now gripped his painfully jerking cock through the cloth of his pants.
"Well?" Nora Rucker waited for his answer.
"I don't know ... I...."
"I can hardly wait to see it!" Karen breathed, her excitement mounting.
Nora leaned close to his ear and whispered "Have you ever watched two women sucking each other's pussy?"
"No, no I haven't!" he gasped. "Except in stag movies!"
On the other side, Karen murmured, "Does Janet ever use her mouth on your cock?"
"No," he answered, truthfully, remembering Lana Moore again, and the sensations she had produced in him that night.
The brunette said: "Have you ever had two women at the same time?"
"No!"
"Would you like to?" Nora asked him.
There was no use fighting it. "Let's go!" he said savagely, all of his resolve gone. He was aroused now, to the point where there was no backing out! God! He wanted everything they were offering, and he fully understood the consequences. He had already set it in motion, and there was no stopping it now!
His cock had throbbed and pulsed to almost full erection, under Karen's teasing hand and the excitement of their talk. Now, he had to walk across the lobby and out of there, and in his present condition it was going to be embarrassing if he met anyone. He grasped his glass and downed the rest of his drink.
"There's just one slight problem" he announced.
"What's that?" Nora queried.
"How to get out of here without embarrassment."
Karen looked at him, knowingly. "Do you mean this?" She gave the shaft of his long, thick squeeze.
"Yes, that!"
"Well, I've got it. We'll walk in front of you and carry our purses, so it shields your big hot cock. We wouldn't want you to lose that just yet!"
"All right." He was thankful.
They made it safely to the hallway. When they had rounded the corner and were out of sight of the other guests, Nora stood close to him, tipping her face up to him to be kissed. He swept her up into his arms and welded his mouth to hers. Flicking out his tongue, he probed between her lips and teeth and felt them open to him. Her tongue was waiting for him. They kissed deeply, while below, her loins undulated up against the massive bulge of his hardened cock. Karen had to remind them they were still in the hallway.
"We'll use my cabin!" Karen said.
Peter was beyond caring what rooms they used. All he wanted, right then, was a room with a bed. He couldn't wait any longer for it all to begin Two women, at the same time, were going to be his to fondle and caress, to fuck to his heart's content! He was staggered with the prospect, and at that moment, the caged animal he had kept in such secure confines, locked up inside of him, walked freely from its cage.
Peter walked over to the Halsteads' room behind the two women. He felt confident, virile and potent, and he was ready to fuck.
"Karen," Nora remarked. "I think you were wrong."
The redhead was just floating into Peter's arms. As his lips came down on hers, she mumbled "And I'm glad, I was, too!"
Peter didn't know what they were discussing; he was too absorbed in using his tongue to explore Karen's mouth, tasting her sweetness and jousting with her own lingual member.
While they held the long kiss, her ever busy hand reached out to zip down his fly, her lewdly searching fingers going inside his pants to feel his prick better. She gasped involuntarily against his mouth as feverishly she reached farther, grasped the thick, solidly massive shaft of his cock, and brought it outside, through his fly.
Suddenly she twisted her mouth aside, saying breathlessly, "I've got to see it too!" She stepped back and stared down at the hard, excitedly throbbing rod she held in her tiny hand.
"My God, I wouldn't have believed it!" she murmured in awe; then, "Nora!" She showed it to the brunette, mutely.
Nora was undressing. She was down to her bra and panties already. Looking around, as she reached back to unhook her bra, her eyes flew open in surprise, and she gasped. "Well, how wrong can you be?"
Then Peter knew what they had meant. They must have had some private bet between them concerning his cock's size. He grinned, glad that they admired his hardened prick so openly; then he watched as Nora Rucker's bra came off to reveal the perfection of her full, sensuously curved tits, wide-spaced on her chest, the delicate pink nipples slightly upturned. He could see the areolas beginning to pucker and the nipples elongating and hardening. He wanted to feel their softness in his hands.
As he watched her thin white panties come off, his cock jerked in Karen's hand at the instant he saw the dark, softly hair-covered cunt mound at the triangle of her thighs, the swelling curve of her hips, the svelte nip of waist, and below the curving taper of her thigh to knees, smoothly rounding above the graceful length of long calves. He was aware that while he watched with avid fascination, redheaded Karen was doing things with his clothing. She unbuckled his belt, and his trousers fell to his ankles. Automatically, he stepped out of them as she held them for him. Then she untied his shoes.
Peter knew he should be saying something. He felt absolutely tongue-tied. Nothing would come out. All he could do was stare and make the proper movements to help shed his clothing. Damn! They must think him a complete clod.
"God!" he choked out, finally. "You're beautiful!"
Nora smiled at him, her eyes sweeping over him smokily. "I'm glad you like me."
"Hold On! He hasn't seen me yet!" Karen interjected. She sprang to her feet, an impish smile on her face, and added, "Finish up here, Nora, like a good girl, while I get into something more comfortable!"
"You mean,, like bare skin?" the brunette kidded, coming to where Peter stood rooted. Karen glided to the bed and began to undress. The sway of her hips doing provocative things under her short dress attracted his salaciously staring eyes. Darrrn! There was no reason for him to stand there like a helpless dummy and let the two women undress him. He was impatient, now. He tossed off his jacket and clawed at his tie, while Nora Rucker began unbuttoning his shirt. Then, the nearness of her, and her hugely billowing titties jiggling hotly as she undid his shirt buttons were too much for him. He couldn't wait! He had to feel their soft fullness! Reaching out with both hands, he cupped his palms over her tits to feel their warm, silky-skinned vibrancy, his fingers kneading and massaging the satiny flesh and feeling the fullness of their yielding resiliency. Her erectile nipples hardened to his palms, and he rubbed back and forth across them; then he used his thumbs and forefingers to roll them, gently, to even greater arousal. Just as he started to lean forward, dropping his head toward her huge tits, his mouth ready to kiss and suck, Nora finished her task and stepped back.
"Let's finish getting you naked!" she shivered, going around behind him to pull his shirt off. Peter removed his undershirt himself; only his shorts, shoes, and socks remained. He kicked off the shoes and stripped the socks from his feet.
"Are we all ready for the unveiling?" Karen smiled, coming up on the opposite side of him from Nora. She Was completely nude, now. He had been so absorbed with Nora's tits that he had forgotten to watch Karen as her clothes came off. Damn I His eyes widened as they swept over her, seeing the contrasting beauty of her, so different from Nora's, from her flaming red hair, pixie face, high-set, close-together fullness of her hotly quivering tits, deeply clefted, the flat belly, curvaceous hips, long, smooth, tapered thighs. Then, his eyes zeroed in on the triangular mound of her pussy. Her softly curling cunt hairs were only slightly darker in shade than the regally captivating hair above her smiling face. He was intrigued. Strange, he'd not even stopped to think that she would have red pussy hairs!
Together, the redhead and the brunette stripped his shorts down to his ankles, and he stepped free of them. His heavily throbbing cock lanced out, unfettered, from his loins, long and hard. He watched with satisfaction as each of the women's eyes locked onto it in awe. They stared at it for only a moment, before they both reached for it, their hands cool on his heated flesh as they tried to encompass it. Karen's hand was at the base of it; Nora's on the shaft, below the head that throbbed with entrapped blood.
"Oh God, that's going to taste wonderful!" Nora breathed.
"I'm going to suck it first!" the redhead declared.
Suddenly, Peter's tongue came unglued. It had felt like it was plastered against the roof of his mouth, but now that wildness in him, uncaged and free, left to its own devices, told him what he wanted. His voice was decisive, now. He had been inarticulate for too long as they made the advances, even to the point of undressing him.
"Wait, damn it, both of you!" he grunted. "How about what I want?"
Nora agreed, readily. "He's right, Karen, we're rushing him too much!" She took her hand from his cock and leaned in close to him, her arms going around him. Automatically one of his arms went around each of them, as their soft, warm bodies pressed in against him. Karen still held his heavily throbbing cock in her tiny hand. Nora went on, cooing in his ear. "What would you like to do first?"
"Actually, I don't want to do anything just yet. I want to watch you two lick each other's cunt for a while."
"Would you get a real charge out of that?" Karen asked, her eyes shining with a lewd anticipation.
"I know damned well I will. I've never seen two women tongue-fucking each other's pussy before."
"All right, just for you," the brunette told him.
"Don't make it sound like that, Nora, you know damned well you like it that way!" Karen complained, unlacing herself from them and moving toward the bed, invitingly. Then, she went on, "I'll do it to you first!" i
"But only long enough to get me ready, because I want Peter to fuck me with that big cock of his!" Nora shivered deliciously as she spoke, freeing herself from him and going to the bed where Karen sat waiting.
"All right, honey," Karen agreed, taking the brunette into her arms passionately.
Peter stood watching for a moment, before he too went to sit on the edge of the bed. The two women were kissing deeply, their mouths melded together, and he imagined their tongues inside their mouths as they flicked around, snake-like. After a few moments, by common consent, the two women shifted to lie straight on the bed, lying on their sides facing each other, their lips still welded together. Peter leaned over them to see the two pairs of softly trembling tits mashed in close, mingling in a most intimate way, while below, he saw their cunts, undulating sensuously against each other, and he felt the eroticism of the sight in his involuntarily lurching cock.
Now he saw Karen's hand move down between them, searching in the moist furrow of Nora's pussy, and he could only guess as it went out of his sight between them, that her fingers had found the brunette's hotly pulsing clit. He knew it as he saw the convulsive reaction in Nora's body, her hips gyrating up against the other woman's taunting finger.
He began to use his hand, then, smoothing it over Nora's back, caressingly, and moving down over the curving swell of her hips to cup the round fullness of a smoothly curved asscheek. On impulse, his hand went in between her legs, his finger searching for the opening of her darkly hair-lined cunthole. He found it wet and hot and he pushed into it, feeling the silky smoothness of the passage. Her hips moved back at his hand invitingly. His finger went into her cunt's softly pul sating month, tantalizing the sensitive opening as he moved it in tiny pleasing circles.
Nora's breathing became more shallow and panting. She was really getting hot, he decided, and he didn't know how much longer he could wait himself. God damn! Watching them was really making him hot! But maybe he could wait a few more minutes! Karen had broken their kiss, and her body was slithering downward, until she was crouched between Nora's wide-splayed legs. This was it! This was what he really wanted to see!
The brunette was on her back now, her knees flexed slightly, her thighs spread and her pelvis tipped up to receive her woman lover's mouth. Peter could see the pinkish groove of her cunt, the tiny dewy lips peeping out, while above, the throbbing shaft of her erect clit was clearly visible between the two folds of darker hair-covered flesh. Her loins undulated up to meet Karen's descending mouth.
Erotically, the two unlike mouths met, as Peter watched intently. Karen's face nestling into the angle of Nora's thighs, her tongue snaking out, pinkly, to lick at the sensuously pulsing clit. Nora's gasp of pleasure and the ecstatic expression which crossed her face told him of her nerve-charged reaction to it.
Watching, entranced, not knowing or caring why his watching aroused him so much, Peter reached a hand out to Karen's tits that trembled hotly, as she knelt between Nora's thighs. He cupped the hugely billowing mounds, feeling their airy bounce in his palms. The nipples were distended, and as he rolled each in turn, they grew to full ripeness, the areolas wrinkling and puckering around their base, and he noticed their delicate change of color.
Peter changed his position. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, now, he used one hand as before, to fondle and caress Adam Halstead's wife's tits, while he leaned over Mike Rucker's wife to cup the mounding orb of one of her tits, his mouth following to take the spiky nipple into his mouth, sucking up the areola of it as well. He licked and sucked on it, hard, finally allowing his teeth to scrape it, which elicited a moan of pleasure from the brunette's lips. Then, from below, he heard a liquid sound, and glancingd own to Nora's grinding loins, he saw that Karen's mouth was pressed in tight to her cunt opening. He couldn't see it, but he knew that the redhead's tongue was moving in and out or moving in circles in Nora's pussy.
His cock jerked and expanded. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to get his big cock into Nora Rucker's hot little cunt and start fucking! God! What just watching the two women had done to him! He was aroused almost to the point of desperation.
Leaving Nora's tit, he kneeled up and started to reach for his throbbing cock. Another hand was there first; Nora smiled up at him, her face contorted with passion, as she gripped the hardened shaft.
"Oh God, Peter! I want you to fuck me with this, now!"
Karen heard, raised her head from the other woman's nakedly heated pussy and scrambled to one side, saying, "You'd better fuck her quick! She's almost ready to explode, right now!"
Swiftly Peter moved over her, as Nora released the shaft of her wide-splayed thighs. It was another hand that grasped him now. Karen guided the head of his cock directly into her friend's cunthole, mewling with satisfaction as she watched the lust-inflated head enter her. "Go ahead and shove it in, Peter!" the redhead murmured.
He flexed his hips and fucked it deep into the hot wetness of Mike's wife's pussy, grunting with satisfaction when he felt the tightly gripping walls around his hugely throbbing prick and his cumladen balls swing up tight into the crease of her full asscheeks with a satisfying, resounding smack.
"Ooooooooouuuughhhh!" Nora groaned. "You're huge!"
Karen, peering down to see, agreed. "Damn, I wouldn't believe it! God, he's really stretching your cunt."
Capturing Nora's mouth, he plunged his tongue deeply into her throat to be sucked, and she ovaled her lips, as he fucked his tongue in and out, rapidly; at the same time he expanded his big cock buried deeply in her hungrily clasping cunt.
After a moment or two, he pulled his mouth away and said, "I'm going to fuck you absolutely silly!"
For an answer, Nora pulled her asscheeks back and down into the softness of the mattress, and with undulating hips, forced his cock out of her searing passage for several inches; then she drove her seething cunt upward, forcefully, to skewer herself on it. Their pubic bones crashed together with the force of it. That was Peter's cue. She wanted it hard!
He fucked her then with everything he had in him. With long, smooth strokes, he screwed in and out of her, feeling the hot, juicy walls of her cunt expand to take his cock, and he knew that it would not be long before he fucked her to a wild, tit-jerking cum.
Beneath him, the brunette writhed and moaned, her head moving from side to side with wild abandon, while she countered him, matching him stroke for stroke as she fucked back with feral animal power.
Karen's hands were busy again. She caressed his ass first; then, he felt her hand move down and under him to fondle his balls. Damn, he hadn't known what that would do to him! He began to fuck harder and deeper into Nora's pussy, the sensations in him more acute every moment, for now Karen was teasing at his crinkled little asshole with a trailing finger.
She did it only momentarily, but it was enough to drive him wild. Then, her taunting hand was gone. He felt it as it moved down under his deeply fucking cock, her fingers attempting to encircle the thickness of its shaft, adding an extra sensation of tightness around it as he pistoned Nora's cunt with ever increasing force.
Ecstatically, Nora exploded beneath him, her body shuddering with huge convulsive waves of muscular pleasure. Groaning aloud, open-mouthed, her body arched up, lifting her loins upward to him and raising them both off the bed.
Almost at the same instant she began to scream out her release, and somehow Peter had the eerie feeling that other eyes were watching them. It was transitory, only an impression, he thought, dismissing it from his mind. Karen was watching; that's why he felt that way. Never, in his life, had anyone else watched him fuck a woman, and at the very instant of Nora Rucker's mind-blowing cum, he was more aware of. the redhead's presence.
"Ooooooooohhhhh...! I'mmmmm cumming! Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggghhhh!" Nora screamed, her eyes closed in rapture, her nostrils flaring and her breathing controlled.
Peter fucked into her for several more strokes, while wave after wave of her cum shivered through her body, until she was still, relaxed and satiated. He stopped, then, and rolled to his side, pulling from Mike's wife's cunt with a wet little popping sound.
Watching intently, Karen knew by Peter's actions, by the pulsing hardness of his massive cock and the absence of any cock juices, that he had not cum.
"Oh, good, Peter, you didn't cum!" Karen breathed, excitedly, crawling around him to he beside Nora who slid to the side to make more room for her. "Now, you can fuck me with the same hard-on!"
When Nora's cum had begun, he wouldn't have believed it possible; he had felt so near to his own eruption, but stopping short and shifting around, as they had, had delayed him somehow. He knew now that he could perform with Adam Halstead's wife, too! He felt a growing sense of pride and self-confidence well up in him. He could do it! He could fuck both of them, with one hard-on!
Peter moved over her, and Karen cradled him between her legs, reaching down to grasp the shaft of his cock, when he was in position, and guiding the lust-inflated head to the hotly pulsating entrance between her thighs. Swiftly, she parted the soft flaming cunt hairs that ringed her pussy, and placed his cock's head directly in the wetly glistening opening of her cunt.
"Now!" she directed. "Fuck me as hard and deep as you can!"
He saw the look of expectant anticipation on her face. She wanted to experience everything with him that Nora had, he thought, and using every ounce of energy he could muster, he tried to please her. He rammed his cock into her, long and deeply, in one tremendous plunging stroke, feeling the elastic resiliency of her trembling pussy spread and stretch as his cunt-splitting cock fucked into her.
"Oooooooooooaaauuggggghhh!" she groaned. "God! You'll rip a hole in my cunt!"
"I thought you wanted it hard?" Peter grunted.
"I do! Oh, God ... I want all of it!" she gasped.
Not being able to wait any longer, Peter began to pound his lust-hardened cock in and out of her, moving with long, deep, and fast strokes, while beneath him, Karen ground her loins up to him to absorb his length to the fullest. He could feel the bloated head of his prick strike far up against the back wall of her cunt with every bone-jarring stroke.
Nora roused herself from her post-cum euphoria and sat up to watch. Seeing how deeply and hard he was fucking into her redheaded friend, she knew from her own experience what Karen felt. Marvelous was the word, she decided, it was absolutely marvelous!
The brunette moved to position herself behind Peter, so she could see the action better, looking down to see where his thick cock was boring into the tiny cunthole of the other woman, his hardened flesh distending and stretching it cruelly, as he pistoned in and out like a tireless machine. Then, as she watched his flexing asscheeks, observing that he was increasing the speed of his thrusts, she knew that he must be driving for his ejaculation. But Karen might not be ready yet.
The redhead writhing under him was aware, too, that her lover had to cum ... and soon, and she hung there on the high plateau of her arousal, not yet ready to begin the giddy spiral to her exploding release. She moaned, "Fuck me harder, Peter! I ... I can't ... cum ... yet!" She was desperate.
Knowing exactly What Karen needed, Nora decided to help her. She knew that horrible feeling of frustration a woman always feels when she is thwarted and denied her release because her man cums too soon. Without hesitation, she stretched her hand out, sliding it down to where his great cock plundered Karen's pussy, her middle finger extended to gather a few drops of the scalding juices that exuded from Karen's cunt walls.
The redhead felt her finger there and guessed its purpose.
"Yes, oh, yes! That's it, Nora! Shove your finger in my ass!" Karen pleaded. "Shove it in while he fucks my cunt!"
Quickly, without hesitation, Nora reached lower, her finger probing at the puckered, winking ring of her asshole, feeling the sensitive flesh cringe as she touched it. Then, she pushed hard, and her finger slipped it to the first knuckle. It brought a groan of pain to Adam Halstead's wife's mouth, as her hips jerked back to escape it momentarily.
Peter, slaving away above her, didn't know what was happening. He glanced down to where his cock fucked into the woman's hotly clasping cunt and saw what Nora Rucker's hand was doing. He knew then what had caused the redhead's loins to writhe away from him. Nora was shoving her finger into her ass! Damn, he supposed she knew what she was doing. Then, Karen moved her hips forward to screw her backside up on the other woman's finger, and was surprised to see Karen's pixie face contort with increased pleasure.
Then Nora shoved her finger in all the way. Peter felt it bulge up into the thin separating tissues, adding even more to the sensations coursing through his pounding cock. Christ! It felt good and he knew he would have to cum soon! He could feel the searing burn of it beginning for him, back deep in the well of his swelling balls, as well as the swelling expansion of his burgeoning cock, signaling that it would be there very quickly!
Beneath him, Karen writhed and bucked against him, skewering herself on his plundering cock and Nora's probing finger. She could feel it now, as she began a lofty ascent towards her cum. She knew it wouldn't take long. It was almost there!
"Come on ... Peter ... give me all of that wonderful cock!" she ground up at him, moaning up into his face. "Harder! Harderl Oh, God ... fuck me ... hard!"
Desperate now, Peter drove his hardened shaft insanely into her, gratified to see her face reflect the pleasure she felt. Suddenly, then, she convulsed. She was cumming and it was sweeping through her in surging waves of welcome, nerve-tingling release of her built-up sexual tension.
"Oh ... Gooooooooooood! That's it! Aaaaaauuggggh! Fuuuuuuuck meeeeeeee! Haaaaaaarrrdddddddd! Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!"
Peter came! His hot white juice shot through the length of his cock to jet from the slitted head, spewingly, far up into the hot wet sheath of her cunt. With one final thrust, he held himself rigid above her while his cock juice pumped hotly through him. Just before he collapsed, he felt Mike Rucker's wife's hand as she slipped her finger out of Karen's now relaxed asshole.
"Damn!" he groaned. "I did it! I fucked you both!"
Rolling to his side, after a few moments, his deflating cock pulling out of Karen's pussy, the two women lay on either side of him, and he decided that this was just the beginning for him! He would never put that animal back in its cage! How he exercised that animal depended so much on tonight, and how Janet reacted to the advances of Mike Rucker. He wasn't even sure yet how he would react to what might happen. All he knew for sure was that the animal inside Peter Young had finally been let loose ... look out world!