Chapter 6
June had gone somewhere on staff business soon after they were established in their portable living unit on the location site, and Morton went through his script, checking himself on his lines.
That palled after a while, especially since he seemed to have his lines down pat. He made a drink, consumed about half of it, then grew restless again.
He knew what was bugging him. He had reached a point where he just had to know about that pirate role. It wasn't done in the best acting circles, but he decided to go ask Chadwick the direct question instead of waiting any longer.
He crossed the compound and reached the area of the Chadwick mobile home, went around it to the awning-covered patio that was just off the only entrance. Facing toward the woods, it provided the most privacy of any unit on the site.
With the woods tight up to the awning, it was dark on the patio, at least compared to the sunlit compound, for the canvas fell down around the sides as well as overhead. Morton had to get accustomed to the dimness before he could see the door.
And when he raised his hand to knock or press whatever button might be there, he just held the hand still, poised in the air, and looked at the scene inside, as a strange feeling passed over him. The screen door was slid back and he had a perfect view through the sliding glass door of the Chadwicks' mobile living room.
Burton Chadwick sat on his sofa beside Morton's wife, and June was entirely naked. Burton was kissing her breasts and June had her hands at the front of Burton's slacks, unfastening them. As Morton watched, Burton went to his knees on the carpet, pants falling down around his legs, and started eating June's pussy!
Mort's legs felt trembly as he took it in, and his hand slowly came down to his side. He would never announce his presence at a time like this. He heard his wife cry out her lust as Burton licked at her, until finally she climaxed.
Then Burton started screwing her. Seeing June spread her legs and accept another man's cock inside her stirred Mort so much that he could feel his own penis achingly bulging in his pants. Their grunts, gasps and moans made him almost want to tear inside and help form some kind of a threesome. But he knew he should just clear out and let the affair burn itself to a conclusion.
Well, she took me at my word. She had an opportunity to get laid and she took it. I'm glad for her. But damn! I wish I had a piece, myself, now. I must be getting used to the altitude.
He left quietly, moving from the darkness of the shaded patio to the sunlit compound. He walked aimlessly for a while, his rigid cock reminding him of what he had witnessed. Soon he found himself in a heavily wooded section on a hillside. He could hear the faint sounds of distant voices.
He parted the brush in front of him and saw what was going on in the small clearing below and to the right of him. His cock gained hardness as he observed Selma Masters sucking Lisa Chadwick's pussy while being screwed dog-fashion by Gurney Adams.
He heard another sound nearby and moved cautiously to his right along the hillside. The moaning, gasping sounds were coming from Sandy Adams. She was squatting behind a bush and watching her husband screw the wardrobe mistress. Her hand seemed to be busy under her miniskirt, and he thought he could guess what she was doing.
Looks like I'm not the only one who gets hot watching his mate being screwed. Hey, what the hell? If she's hot to trot and I'm rarin' to go, why am I standing here squeezing my cock through my pants?
He eased closer to Sandy and just as he got behind her she cried out her desire to be screwed. He could not restrain himself, so he answered her, then grabbed her gently by the checks of her miniskirted ass. Her bottom felt so quivery and warm that he slid his fingers under the material and onto the exciting softness of her pale skin.
His hands moved around front to check out his suspicions, and sure enough, she had her own fingers buried in her cunt. He took her panties by the waistband and worked them down and off her legs to the ankles. She suddenly moaned and lay on her back amidst the pine needles and oak leaves, and he pulled her panties off over her soft shoes. She looked up at him for the first time.
"Mort! Oh, God, Mort... you came just when I needed you most. Screw me! Eat me! Do something to me! I'm burning up!"
"Me, too, Sandy," he assured her, eyeing the fantastically compelling sight of her red-haired twat. He hadn't thought about redheads having differently colored cunts, too, but Sandy's swollen, pouting labia were orange-hued, rather than the deep pink of June's blonde-feathered snatch. He tried to remember brunettes he had screwed, but in those days he had been too hurried to look that closely.
"Your cunny is absolutely beautiful!" he told her as he went down on it. He could smell the tangy scent of her juices as he neared her, for she had been working them up almost into a lather. "Mm-m-m!" he hummed as he nosed into the hot moisture of her vulva. He licked out and tasted the female musk of her cream; it was similar to June's, yet different.
"Yes, Mort... lick it!... oh, lick it... suck it, Mort!"
He licked his way around the opened petals of her fleshy blossom, then seized her clitoris with his lips and sucked it hard. She moaned loudly and he ate all the more greedily. He could see, looking obliquely up across her belly, that she had opened her blouse and was cupping her tits with her hand. One pink nipple was visible and... no it was orange-pink, too, like her cunt!
Sandy's hands left her breasts and seized Mort's head, pulling it into her muff more tightly. Her ass rose and fell as she tried to screw his face frantically. Then she yelled hoarsely and sank back, her hands releasing his head.
Mort knew by the way her vaginal entrance was spasming around his inserted tongue that she had climaxed. And she was making cooing little gasps with each spasm.
Mort decided that he needed release, too. He rose from his banquet, dropped his slacks and shorts, and reversed himself so that he was eating from the other side of the table. As he resumed his licking, Sandy moaned, for her vulva was hypersensitive by now.
But Mort shifted his hips and knees, placing his cock before her face. He lowered his hips and trailed the tip across her lips until she recognized it for what it was.
She took it in her hands and fed it into her mouth as if it would provide the nourishment that could keep her alive. Mort felt the wet heat of her mouth surround him and groaned his contentment into her tender flesh.
She moved her head slowly up and down, milking the length of his rigid cylinder. It made ripples of electricity travel up his spine, and he repaid her by gentle caresses of his tongue and lips that were considerate of her oversensitized pussy, yet effective in stirring her deeply.
He visualized how it might be if their positions were reversed-he on the ground and she on top. It made him think that her neck would get awfully tired soon, so he attempted to save her the tiring up-and-down movements. He thrust with his hips, pushing his cock into her mouth, then withdrew it for another thrust.
It felt just as good, so he continued the action, screwing her mouth while he tenderly ate her cunt. There were moments when he felt as if it were the opposite. He could be just as well mouth-to-mouth with her and screwing her in the good old-fashion way.
Whether it was the stimulus of having his cock in her mouth or havings him eat her cunt so caressingly, Sandy did not know. But suddenly she gulped tighter on his prick as he shoved it into her mouth, grabbed his buttocks with her hands and squeezed them for dear life, then farted and arched her back as she came powerfully, trapping Morton's tongue in the act of probing her vagina.
The activity stirred Mort to the very foundation of his lust. He felt himself go off, flooding her mouth and throat in gushes of his fluid. Her swallowing made her cheeks and throat constrict more, draining him that much faster.
He felt his last spurt finish, then his legs weakened and he rolled off onto the ground beside her. There was a gentle ground breeze moving, but it was neither cool nor warm. It was just enough to dry the excess liquids from the skin.
Mort lay there, relaxed and pleased with the turn of events. Both he and June had enjoyed variety today. He thought about Chadwick eating and screwing June and the way it had affected him to watch them.
The mental review, plus the body-temperature breeze that felt like some woman might be blowing on him, gave him a new erection. It so surprised him that he did not at first think of anything to do with it.
Then Sandy leaned over him. An orange-pink nipple dangled enticingly near his face, so he raised his head and took it in his lips, sucking at it and flicking it with his tongue while he kneaded the pale mound around it with his fingers.
"Yesss! Suck it, Morty! Oh, it hasn't been sucked for so long!" Sandy was getting hot all over again. She loved to have her breasts played with and sucked, but Gurney seldom got around to it, because he was not all that fond of breast play.
"The other one! Suck the other one!" she pleaded as Morton got her nipple erect and hard and extracted a little juice from it. He switched as she moved to place the other tit over his face, giving it the same treatment and making her coo with delight.
She was soon so hot that she could not hold still, yet she hated to put an end to the delightful sensations Mort was giving her. It wasn't every day she got her tits sucked like this. She compromised by swinging herself over him and pressing her crotch against his belly.
Feeling the renewed wetness of her vulva against his skin, Mort slipped his fingers up into her cunt and worked them around while he sucked her tits. Sandy was soon bouncing her ass in the air and impaling herself on his fingers, moaning and gasping all the while.
She was creaming heavily, and soon Mort's fingers and palm were soaked, then his wrist tickled as a drop ran down it. The copious flow of her juices excited him again and he grabbed her hips and forced her downward, pulling her tit out of his mouth. But when she felt the head of his cock prying at the center of her slippery vulva, she wanted it quickly.
The second he had it wedged in her opening she sat down on it, spearing herself on it until she could feel the taut sac of his balls against the cheeks of her ass. She could also feel the pulsing fullness of his cock deep inside her, and it seemed even larger within her each time her vaginal muscles tightened on him.
"Just hold it in me for a while, Mort," she asked. "God! It feels so good just lodged there!"
He lay still, letting his cock soak in her juices and running the tip of one finger around through the red hair on her lower belly. She was breathing heavily and making a kind of humming sound for quite a while. Then she leaned forward and he grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and started to pump up into her steadily.
The action worked out a lot of her juices and he gathered it all on his fingers and smeared them into the crack of her ass and onto her anus. As he screwed her, he worked the tip of one digit into the tight ring and popped it past her taut muscle into her rectum.
She grunted, but did not cry out, so he goosed her deeply. It made her gasp, but she was thrusting herself so energetically on his cock that he knew she was too hot to slow down for anything. He pumped his finger in and out, wiggling the tip to add more stimulation.
It made her impale herself even more enthusiastically on his cock. He enjoyed the sensation of feeling both her openings tight around him, both being ravished by him at the same time.
She stopped meeting his thrusts suddenly. Her cunt ground against him as she moved in a rotating motion, rubbing her clitoris on him firmly, reaching for the climax that was so near. He sensed her imminent orgasm and started to let his control decay slowly. But she was not making it as fast as she had hoped, and he began to gain on her.
"I'm gonna come!" he warned her.
"No! Morty, wait... not now... not yet... just... yes, now!" And she cried wildly as she found her summit and plunged into the colorful fantasyland of her completion. Morton released his load explosively. Every spurt gushed achingly out of his overworked cock, making him grunt in time to the tempo of his jetting spasms.
When they both lay limply quiet, he pulled his finger out of her ass and let his hand fall to the ground. It was difficult for him to breathe and he started to panic, worrying about a heart attack.
But it was not the altitude that interfered with his breathing; it was Sandy's pulchritude. She rolled away and fell beside him, and the weight disappeared from his chest. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh mountain air more than ever.
"Ohhh!" Sandy groaned. Mort thought something had happened to her and sat up quickly.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"I just remembered I have to rehearse that long trek tomorrow; Chadwick wants to get the timing set."
"And the way you feel right now, you don't think you can make it?" Morton grinned, lying down again.
"I can tell I've been screwed, Morty. Boy, you worked me over!"
"You've taken a little piss and vinegar out of me, too," he said.
"The vinegar I can use," she joked. "The way my pussy feels at the moment, I should pickle it. It might spoil before I can ever use it again."
"God, Sandy! Don't ever let that juicy thing spoil. It's so fresh and tasty and exciting, it would be a crime for anything to happen to it."
"You're sweet, Mort. And there's nothing more exciting than that cock of yours, either. Take care of it; I'd like to have a return engagement some time."
"As Baby told Bogey, 'Just whistle.' "
"I might whistle before you're ready. Gurney says he expects to be real busy working off excess pounds and inches up here, so I may end up a health program widow."
"Well, he was getting quite a workout the last time I saw him," Mort quipped. "And I wouldn't be surprised if he dropped a few ounces in the process."
"Smartass! So you saw them. Some group he exercises with, huh?"
"You'd better believe it. I was ready to go down and register for the class myself until I saw you. To tell you the truth, I rather like small groups for that sort of exercise."
"I'm not much for large gatherings, myself," she admitted. "At least I wasn't before now. Somehow I feel as if maybe I could hold my own in social activities now." She thought that this wild abandonment with Mort might have given her a better perspective of her sexual drives, thus freeing her from her fear of public contact.
"When in doubt, lead them to the bedroom," Mort offered. "You certainly can hold your own there!"
"But if I whistled, you'd come hold it for me?" she teased.
"Sandy, unless you're really horny, don't even purse your lips like you were going to whistle."
They chuckled at the visual image of Sandy blowing out a match or something and being raped before she could cry "accident".
"You know, we'd better get presentable," Sandy said, realizing that they could be interrupted by some of the others below. "We could be caught in the traffic when the exercise class lets out."
"You have a point. We wouldn't want to embarrass those health faddists."
They got their clothes on, combed their disarranged hair with Mort's pocket comb, and stood looking at each other. They felt a bit awkward for a moment, but when they both grinned, the ice was broken for all time. Especially for Sandy, who thought she could lick her weight in social lions, now that she knew she wasn't all that afraid of sexual promiscuity.
They went into a mutually initiated embrace, kissed tenderly, and then separated smilingly.
"May I walk you back to civilization?" Morton asked.
"I'd be delighted. Should we take a last look at the class before we desert them?" They crept up to the edge of the bushes and peered down. Gurney was gone, but Selma was licking at Lisa's crotch.
"Bound to be eager beavers in every class," Mort observed. "Or did someone have to stay after class until she gets the technique down right?"
"Maybe so; but who is the teacher, pray tell, and who the pupil?"
"These days," Mort reminded her, "I hear that the teacher learns in class, also. There's a lot of discussion and stuff."
"I don't know about that class," said Sandy, thoughtfully. "But I learned a lot today."
"So did I. Here and elsewhere. Let's be smart and practice the things that we learned before we forget how. What do you say to a practice session here tomorrow?"
Sandy thought about that for a minute, then set her jaw in a determined line and smiled at him.
"Agreed. But right now, I think I'd better hurry on back to the house and get ready to do my homework."
They left the hillside hand in hand, and not until they were in sight of the compound did they let go and head their separate ways.