Chapter 8
After Masters' call, Dorrie was crushed. She could not understand just what had happened to the man, but it was obvious that their afternoon sex sessions were over. He sounded upset on the phone and explained over and over that she should not come back to the church alone. However, he could not keep from ending the conversation with, "Thank you, dear, for the greatest fucking that I've ever had. I'll never forget the things that we did together."
For several days, Dorrie moped around the house-just as she had before her sessions with the minister has started. And her obsession with thoughts of Matt and Dad returned. For a few weeks, she had not seriously thought of either of the two men. She had not peeped on either of them, or tried to catch her parents fucking. Now, suddenly, her obsession seemed to be coming back.
This time, Dorrie's mother was prepared for her funk. She virtually forced the girl out of the house-shopping, tennis, swimming-anything to keep her occupied. Alice did not mention anything about the church or ask Dorrie why she was no longer rushing there every afternoon.
Dorrie did notice that Alice had now developed a new afternoon schedule. At least three time a week or so, she would disappear for an appointment "in town," and she refused Dorrie's offer to go along. Alice always dressed nicely-even daringly-but for these trips she dressed especially sexy. And she always came home with a pleased, relaxed smile as if she had just had a wonderful, exciting time. Dorrie wondered briefly what was going on, but she was so stuck in her own misery that she really didn't notice all that much.
After a couple of weeks, however, she managed to come to grips with her problem. Matt and Linda had taken off for an afternoon drive, and Dorrie was left home alone to watch the gardeners.
For years, a wonderful old Cuban gentleman they called Senor Ortega had tended the Pennington's yards and garden. This afternoon, Sefior Ortega and his nephew, Ramon, were installing some shrubs along the fence bordering the Pennington's pool. Ramon was in his early twenties, dark and handsome in an intense Latin way. He had jet black hair, a small pencil-line mustache, and deep brooding black eyes. Dorrie had noticed him before when he had come to help his Uncle, and while she had always thought him to be quite good-looking, she had never really considered him closely. Now she noticed that he had rippling muscles, which were well-displayed as the young man worked in cut-off jeans and sneakers. Sweat glistened on his bare back and broad shoulders as he worked in the hot south Florida sun.
As usual, Senor Ortega, a man in his seventies, was nicely dressed in cool, quite formal-looking white linen slacks, open-neck shirt and jacket.
Dorrie lay in a lounge chair by the pool as the men worked nearby. She was dressed (just barely) in a small blue bikini, which only just managed to contain her marvelous bosom and cover her pubic patch.
As she lazed in the sun, Dorrie became more aware of the strong sensual appeal of the younger man. His back and shoulder muscles bulged and rippled as he shoveled dirt and sand, digging the holes for the new shrubs. At the truck at the back gate, he easily lifted a heavy bundled shrub in each hand and carried them past Dorrie back to the newly prepared spots. As he passed her, Dorrie caught a faint odor of freshly turned earth, a pine fragrance from the bushes, and healthy, fresh male sweat. The sight of the tight buns in the short cut-offs and the broad, ridged back coupled with the aroma combined in a sudden arousing mixture. Dorrie rubbed her thighs together slightly, and her pink nipples puckered and pushed forward against the blue bikini top. Her breath caught in her throat, and the tip of her tongue slipped forward to moisten suddenly dry lips.
As she lay back to watch the work more closely, Sefior Ortega joined her by the pool. He usually sat and chatted with her, and the beautiful girl usually enjoyed his attention. Today, however, she seemed somewhat distracted and kept glancing away from Ortega toward his young nephew.
Sefior Ortega smiled to himself. "Chica," he said. "I must leave you for a little while. I must go back to the shop for some small things, but I do not want you to worry. I leave you in the very capable hands of my nephew. Ramon is a fine young man, and as with all good Cubanos, a perfect gentleman!" Rising, he spoke in rapid Spanish to the younger man. Then Sefior Ortega bowed and kissed Dorrie's hand before letting himself out the back gate.
As soon as the gate closed, Dorrie felt her insides knot into a tight ball. She was home alone with an exotic young man who excited her, with a man whom she would suddenly like to get to know a lot better. How do you make advances on a man you hardly know-especially a man who works for your father and whose uncle swore would be a perfect gentleman?
As she lay wondering what to do next, Ramon straightened up from his work and brushed the sweat and sand from his forehead. "Caramba, it's hot today," he said to Dorrie, smiling. "Senorita, could I trouble you for a glass of water?"
"Oh certainly," Dorrie replied.
As she hurried into the house, Ramon openly stared at the wonderful bounces and jiggles of her nearly naked body. Her ass was beautifully rounded, flaring nicely from her small waist. The blue bikini bottom framed it perfectly and showed it to its best advantage. Her big boobs wobbled and bounced in the tight top as if they were trying to escape! Ramon's cut-offs bulged slightly in front as his prick started to harden. His uncle's parting words had been both a warning and an invitation. Senor Ortega had told him the girl was ready for a Latin lover, and that he was to give her what she craved in a respectful way.
Dorrie returned with a tray containing a pitcher and two glasses. In addition, she had draped two large, fluffy towels over one shoulder.
"I brought some lemonade," she told Ramon. "It will help cool you down more than water." Then she smiled and said, "Join me in the gazebo.
It's shady there and you can rest for a bit. After all, you've been working all afternoon in this heat. You deserve a little break."
Ramon returned the smile and took the tray from the sexy young woman. His bow wasn't quite as gracious as his uncle's, and it brought his face down right in front of Dorrie's nearly naked tits. As Ramon straightened up, his eyes were sparkling, and he slowly licked his lips as he replied, "Please allow me to help you."
Delighted with the gracious attention and simultaneously aware that she was starting to turn the man on, Dorrie blushed slightly and turned to walk across the lawn to the shaded gazebo at the back of the garden. Built several years before, the gazebo was shaded and somewhat obscured by the surrounding palmetto hedges. It formed a small cavern of greenery looking out into the rest of the yard. From the inside, it was easy to look out, but from the outside, the gazebo interior was a small private world. It had become her private place to go and shut out the world when she wanted to be alone. Now she felt that being alone-with Ramon, that is-could be fun.
After they got comfortable in the shady grotto, Dorrie poured the lemonade as Ramon toweled the sweat and dust off himself with one of the big towels. Joining Dorrie on the low, wide bench, he accepted a large glass of icy liquid. Lifting the glass toward Dorrie, he smiled again and said, "Ah! Gracias, Senorita Linda." As he talked, Ramon took Dome's hand and raised it to his lips.
After kissing her hand, Ramon placed the glass down and held her hand as he gracefully lowered her arm. His motion ended with him retaining his loose grip on Dome's hand while his arm rested across her left thigh. As he looked at her beautiful face, the back of Ramon's arm lay across the top of her thigh, and his hand rested just inches away from her skimpily covered crotch. His movement had been so smoothly accomplished that Dorrie had no overt reason to object to the rather forward approach. By all appearances and words, Ramon was behaving as a perfect gentleman. However, at the touch of his arm on her thigh, Dorrie had felt a rush of sensation. Her pussy dampened, and her nipples puckered tightly and immediately stood at rigid attention. Her sudden sharp intake of breath was very obvious.
"Dorrie, are you all right?" he asked, looking intently into the girl's eyes. In the meantime, he made a move that had resulted in his left arm being pressed gently against Dome's magnificent tits. As he turned to her, his right hand had shifted slightly in her lap. Now, the back of his hand was pressed firmly against her moistening pussy!
While appearing to be ever so chivalrous, the man was actively feeling the girl up, and his actions had an immediate reaction. Dorrie was hot. She was horny. She was suddenly ready for action and waiting for a way to show him.
"My dear," Ramon repeated. "Are you all right? Is there anything that I can do for you?"
Dorrie's hands slipped around the man's waist and then up to his shoulders. Her nails dug into the man's back as she pulled him closer and pressed against him so that her big tits flattened against his chest. The rigid nipples thrust out proudly and he could feel them burning through the thin material covering them.
"Yeah. There's something that you can do for me," Dorrie said huskily. "You can stop teasing me and show me what Latin lovers are like." And then, with very unaccustomed brashness, Dorrie kissed the man fiercely.
"Si, Senorita," Ramon replied smiling. "Si. I will show you the way of love Cubano-style."
As he spoke, Ramon's hands fondled the girl's luscious boobs. Moving his hands up along her chest, he had slipped both hands under the bikini top so that he could knead the naked flesh underneath. He found the magnificent mounds firmly soft and resilient, almost burning into his palms as he squeezed the tingling titties. His palms rubbed over the hot, rigid nipples, and he grasped both nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. Gently twisting them, he simultaneously thrust his tongue into Dome's sweet mouth.
After only a few minutes, Ramon raised himself up from over the girl. "Come Dorrie," he said. "Lay back and let me show you the ways of love."
As she lay back on the broad bench, Ramon quickly stripped her tiny bikini away. With Dorrie completely naked in front of him, Ramon then stood up and unfastened his cut-offs. Bending from the waist, he unhurriedly slid the jeans and his jockey shorts to his feet. Raising one foot slightly, he kicked his jeans away.
With Dorrie stretched out naked on the bench, Ramon stood near her feet and looked down at the marvelous body waiting for him. Her honey-blonde hair was fanned out on the wooden slats in a circling halo, perfectly framing her beautiful face. Even with her lying on her back, her big boobs thrust up proudly, tipped by the pink, delicious-looking nipples. Nipples that were waiting for Ramon's fingers and his mouth. Nipples that were waiting to be sucked and licked and bitten gently-the areolae puckered and turning a deeper pink.
As Dome's breath quickened, her tits rose and fell more rapidly, imparting a quivering, jiggling shake that made them seem to be begging for his attention. Still, Ramon waited and looked down at the girl. His hot, intense gaze traveled down from the magnificent chest to the firm, smooth belly, across the wide hips, and focused on the joining of her beautiful legs.
Dorrie's pubic patch stood out in a slightly darker honey-blonde triangle. Neatly trimmed into a tapering vee, it helped to bring his eyes down to the apex at the bottom where he could see just a hint of her quivering pussy. With her legs opened slightly, the girl's cunt lips were hidden in the warm, inviting shadows.
In contrast, Ramon's body was dark, mahogany brown. His upper body and chest were almost hairless. Only a small line of dark hairs led down across his flat, rigidly muscled stomach. Down to a jet-black, unruly mass of pubic hair nestled just above his cock and big, hairy balls. Ramon's cock was rock-hard and standing at rigid attention. Dorrie stared at the wonderful fuck tool in delight. Not as long as Matt's or Dad's, it was easily as thick-if not even thicker than both. The cock shaft was a deep, rich chocolate-brown column circled with starkly defined veins, topped with a massive cockhead.
To Dorrie, the knob looked like a huge, pear-shaped bulb. Despite her raging lust, Dorrie felt a tremor of apprehension. She knew that she would never be able to take that huge thing in her tight young cunt.
"Oh, God," she breathed. "How can I ever get that thing inside me? It's too big, it's too big-but oh, my God, it looks wonderful!"
Finally, Ramon knelt on the bench over Dorrie. His right knee went between her legs, and he bent forward to grasp her legs at the knees. Gently, he pushed her legs farther apart, opening the beautiful crotch and exposing Dome's pouting pussy lips.
With one hand, Ramon reached up and gently stroked her pussy while with the other he squeezed her left titty. Leaning forward so that he lay partially across the girl's mid-section, Ramon took her right nipple into his hungry mouth. Remembering to start gently, he slowly sucked the nipple and part of the surrounding tit flesh into his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth as he squeezed her other boob. As he squeezed the left tit, Ramon pressed firmly down onto the budding nipple-forcing it back into the pliable, tit mound. At the same time, he insinuated his right index finger into the sopping opening between Dome's thighs.
Moaning deeply in the back of her throat, Dorrie writhed under his hot hands and his insistent, sucking mouth. She arched her back to push her titties into his hand and face and then pressed upward with her hips to shove her crotch against his hand. With each movement, the intruding finger probed deeper and deeper into her steaming vulva. Now, as Ramon's finger became fully buried in her vagina, his thumb found her clitoris.
Immediately, Dorrie started to buck wildly, thrashing her crotch up and down in a wild fucking motion, which became even wilder as a second finger joined the first in her cunt. Surprisingly, as Dorrie instinctively tried to become even wilder in her movements, she found herself held firmly in place. Ramon's stocky body held her pinned to the bench and in exactly the position that he desired. Almost calmly, the passionate Latino continued to squeeze and suck and finger-fuck the horny girl.
Ramon continued the smooth, unhurried finger-fucking as his thumb played with the tiny clit. Dorrie felt as if she would explode! Her clit was burning up in glorious delight, and she felt her pussy pulsating around the pounding fingers. Her tits felt hot as one was in the man's powerful hand and the other was being sucked. Her writhing, bucking motions continued.
Suddenly, Dorrie's legs tightened around the man's leg, and her arms grabbed around his shoulders. Her pelvis spasmed hard against his hand and ground into him hard as her orgasm erupted.
Again and again, Dorrie spasmed and jerked and moaned until the orgasm was spent and she dropped limply back down onto the bench. Ramon lifted his face up from her boobs and gently released the grip he had held on the other. However, his fingers remained buried deeply in Dome's cunt, though he did remove his thumb from her clitoris. He changed the pounding, twisting finger-fucking motion to a gentle, almost soothing in and out, back and forth motion. Dome's violent hip thrusts had ceased, but now her pelvis rocked slowly back and forth to the gentle motion.
For long minutes, Dorrie lay there with her eyes closed, breathing deeply through her mouth as she sucked air deeply into her lungs. Every little while, her body would twitch, making her tits wobble and shake. Her pretty little pink tongue slipped out to run over her pouting lips and then slid back into her mouth with a slurping sound.
Finally, her eyes blinked open. "God, what are you doing to me? It felt so damn good! And you're still doing it, and I'm starting to get hot all over again!"
"Ramon knows that you cannot take him all at once the first time. First you must cum and then you must relax. Ramon will open your little fuck-hole so you can get ready to feel a real man!"
Dorrie's eyes widened, and she felt a thrill of excitement as she understood what he meant. Each time that he had inserted a finger into her cunt, it had felt full and tight and good. Yet, when he pushed another one into her, her pussy had stretched to accommodate it. The two fingers now still pumping gently inside her had filled her more than Jon Masters' cock had. Yet she knew that they were nothing at all compared to Ramon's huge hard-on!"
Just thinking about the massive fucking tool slamming into her wet cunt was enough to melt Dorrie again. Her cunt juices, already flowing readily increased, and the heat in her loins grew by several degrees. Again, her little pink nipples signaled their excitement by rising to the occasion and pointing upward in open invitation-just begging to be sucked!
However, instead of returning to Dorrie's tits, Ramon shifted around on the bench. Keeping his right hand at her crotch and his fingers pumping gently but steadily in and out of her, he now knelt alongside Dorrie in the sixty-nine position.
"Before I fuck you, I want you to love me with your mouth," he said. With his left hand on the back of her head, he lifted Dorrie up until her face was at his crotch. Gently, her tongue licked out to run along the underside of the massive cock shaft.
"Oh, no, Ramon. There's no way that I can suck that thing into my mouth!" she whimpered. "It's just too big."
"We'll see," he replied. "Keep licking. I like the feel of your delicious tongue."
Ramon knelt on the side of the bench, his knees spread and his butt resting on his heels. He held Dome's upper body twisted slightly toward him. Her right shoulder was between his feet and her arm between his thighs. Dome's face was positioned so that her tongue could reach out and curl around Ramon's cock-at least part way, that is. As she licked the shaft and the base of the huge cockhead, Dorrie reached up and gently grasped the big sack hanging between his legs. His balls felt big and hot as she rolled them gently in her palm.
Dome's hand could barely contain the big ball sac, but she remembered to massage them gently. She didn't want to hurt Ramon. She wanted to empty these big things, and she wanted to empty them into her hot cunt.
As she massaged Ramon's balls, her nails scratched along the back of his scrotum, just in front of his asshole. As she massaged and scratched gently, he continued to rhythmically push his fingers in and out of her pussy. Dome's tongue now ran around the top of Ramon's cockhead. She tasted the salty pre-cum that oozed from the slit. Then she ran her tongue along the slit, pushing down and inward with the tip of her tongue until the pink tip nudged ever so slightly inside.
Ramon stiffened as she did this, and then he lowered his left hand so that her face and especially her mouth was at his ball sac. Realizing what he wanted, Dorrie reached out again and licked along the bottom of the man's scrotum. Sticking her tongue out as far as possible, she reached under and then along the back of the bag. She shifted her tongue left and right, slicking his balls with her spit and feeling the big nuts nestled there between her tongue and lips. Finally, opening her mouth widely, she sucked one of the balls into her mouth. For long moments, she sucked gently while she ran her tongue along the underside of the trapped ball. She heard Ramon moan low in his throat and then she felt the force and speed of his finger-fucking increase. She knew that he was getting ready to spear her with his massive cock!
Quickly, Ramon lowered Dorrie to the bench and slipped his hand away from her crotch. Kneeling between her open legs, he leaned forward to squeeze both of her big titties, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs. Then, just as abruptly, he abandoned her boobs and reached down to grasp her legs just above the knees. Firmly, he pushed her legs widely apart and stared down into her gaping cunt.
"Dear Linda," he whispered, and bent forward to lick along the girl's open pussy, thrusting his tongue deeply inside as he did so. "So beautiful. And so delicious!"
Straightening up and rising from between her legs, Ramon sank down on top of the beautiful girl. His chest crushed down on the pointy tits, and his arms slipped under Dome's shoulders. She felt his work-toughened hands grip her shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. Ramon crushed his mouth down over Dome's and pushed his tongue deeply inside. As their tongues dueled, Ramon's cockhead pressed against her open, soaking cunt lips. For one long moment, Dorrie thought that it wouldn't fit inside, that her tight pussy was too small to take it all in. But she quickly found out that she was wrong!
Holding firmly onto her shoulders, crushing down onto her burning tits, Ramon pushed forward with a slow but unstoppable pressure. Dorrie felt her pussy lips stretching and yielding as the massive cock was thrust forward and into her. She felt the big, bulbous head moving firmly in past her outer pussy lips, squeezing through the sensitive inner lips. Then, with a deep grunt and a powerful push, Ramon was lodged totally inside her.
Having pushed to the depths of Dorrie's cunt canal, Ramon lay quietly for a few moments, kissing her gently and sliding his tongue tip just slightly inside Dorrie's mouth. He said. "My darling, you are so tight, so good. Never have I felt a pussy so tight, so hot, so fucking wonderful!"
As Dorrie returned the smile and opened her mouth to his probing tongue, Ramon pulled the thick cock almost back out of the girl. Dorrie could again feel the big, bulb-shaped head stretching the tight ring of her pussy lips, but this time from the inside.
However, Ramon did not remove his cock completely. Pausing with just his cockhead buried inside the girl, he slammed forward, causing his prick again to bury itself all the way in her cunt. Dorrie grunted, automatically bringing her legs up to lock behind his back. Her breath rushed out in a gasp, and she momentarily relaxed her tongue and jaws, now able to feel Ramon's tongue snake almost to the back of her throat.
Ramon slammed his cock into the tight pussy. Holding the girl in his powerful arms, he pumped furiously into her, making the wooden bench shake and groan with the force of their fucking. He pounded the girl with powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her, and then shoving his big dick back inside as hard as he could. Dorrie had her legs locked around the man's ass, and she