Many people have pointed out the vast though often subtle differences between the English and American languages. Prominent among them was the late writer; editor and critic from Baltimore, H.L. Mencken. Mencken, in fact, once "translated" the Declaration of Independence from the rather ponderously poetic English in which it was written into the colloquial American of his own day.
"When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them ..." became, in Mencken's version, "When things get so balled up that the people of a country got to cut loose from some other country and go it on their own hook ..."
Obviously, Mencken was not choosing the best possible American; it served his purpose to pick a kind of slang many educated Americans would never consider using. Be that as it may, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal ..." came out "All we got to say on this proposition is this: first, me and you is as good as anybody else ..."
Thus, humorously but pointedly, Mencken put his finger on a question that has generated a good deal of discussion over the years: does "equal" in fact mean "as good as," and did the framers of the Declaration of Independence intend it that way? Some people have taken "equal" to mean "exactly the same as," and gone on to the triumphant observation that all men are not created "exactly the same as" each other as if that made nonsense out of the entire document. To other people, it has always seemed reasonably obvious that what our forefathers meant was that each man was created "as good as" his neighbors in any moral sense and should be entitled to fully equal opportunities.
This may have been largely an academic question throughout much of our history. It is an important one today, however. As Herbert J. Gans, professor of sociology at Columbia University, pointed out in a recent issue of Saturday Review, "Although the fundamental idea of the Declaration of Independence is that 'all men are created equal,' Americans traditionally have been more interested in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness than in the pursuit of equality. In the last decade, however, their interests have begun to shift, and equality may be on its way to becoming as significant as liberty in the hierarchy of American goals.
'The shift began approximately on the day in 1955 when Mrs. Rose Parks of Montgomery, Alabama, decided that she was no longer willing to sit in the rear of a bus. Much has been written about the ensuing political and social unrest, but few observers have emphasized that the revolts of the blacks, the young, and others have a common theme: the demand for greater equality by the less than equal. Blacks have agitated for racial equality through black power; students, in high schools as well as in colleges, have demanded more power on the campus; teen-agers have begun to claim the sexual freedom now available to young adults, and in less public ways they-and even younger children-have sought more equality within the family. And, of course, many women are now demanding equality with men, and homosexuals with heterosexuals."
This is the story of June Renson, a young college girl who wants "more-more equality for students both within and without their school affairs, and more sexual freedom for everybody. In one sense, June is amply equipped to get what she wants: she is healthy, intelligent, competent, and highly attractive. In another sense, she is not well equipped at all: sheer lack of experience makes her vulnerable, and this lack tends to make her a victim of circumstances as much as she is a fighter for her ideals.
CHAPTER ONE
They lay quietly after their first bout of sex, sprawled naked on the big double bed of June Renson's off-campus apartment. Roy seemed to have fallen asleep, just for these few first contented moments after he had emptied his spurting wads of heavy cum deep inside the girl's vagina, and had fallen away, now lying on his back beside her. Minutes passed; five, ten, perhaps more-June had not bothered to count them. Now, nestled warmly against the boy's shoulder, she listened to his soft, yet heavy breathing.
Darkness had already fallen on the late autumn afternoon, and she could see that the full moon had begun to rise. She listened briefly to the ticking of the alarm clock on her night-stand, then reached up to turn on the lamp. She turned back to survey the strong naked form of the boy beside her. She ran the flat of her palms over his chest, then down along his belly to the sensitive zone between his navel and his curly thatch of pubic hair. Her eyes rested hungrily further down, at the full-fleshed cock which softly rested athwart his narrow hip. She brushed her hand against it, pressing against its smooth warmth. Briefly, Roy's eyes fluttered open, then closed again. He moved comfortably and licked his lips.
June, could hardly remember when she had felt so contented, her box still hot and full of Roy's thick charge of man-stuff. She could feel the way it had all spurted into her. She moved her legs, softly chafing them together, realizing how short a time she and Roy had known each other. The quick memory of their chance meeting on the main drag of the small upstate college town flashed across her mind; how they had spotted each other in the shopping crowds, had exchanged a few long, probing glances. She had liked the looks of him, his lanky height, the way his pants fitted snugly behind, the neat telling mound of promising sex at his crotch. She had missed none of it, and she had slowed her pace and lingered at a few shop windows.
Cruising, she thought, that's what they called it. And in no time, she knew he was following her. She also knew he was a "townee," as the campusites called the natives. But it didn't matter .. . not this time. As he had finally come to approach her, she had taken in the smooth, squared chin, the longish sandy-blond hair. A doll, she thought . . . and suddenly he was speaking to her, their first words. He had suggested coffee, and she had readily accepted. But that would be all, she had decided-for now. No sense in rushing things.
Nineteen. He had told her his age; a year out of the local high school-just about the same as herself. More talk, more coffee and she had given him her phone number. That was three days ago. And then, this afternoon, had come his call. And here they were ...
Now here he was ... and, boy, what a fuck! How this kid could feed it to a girl! And really give it! Her cunt still burned with those hot sensations; naturally she wanted more. More. She let her hand fold gently about the still half-swollen cock, feeling of it, studying the movements of her hand around it. She let it fall back, and down, with a soft slapping sound. She lowered her hand, resting it against his upper thigh as she began to fondle his balls in their soft, hanging sac. Roy awoke. She knew he was awake. He rested his forearm against the softness of her naked thigh, then began to rub it up and down. Otherwise he remained motionless.
But then, suddenly, his cock was again on the rise, lengthening rapidly-filling with its quick flow of blood-stiffening to full rock-hardness. She grasped it firmly about its base, waving it before her gaze, like a thick wand of flesh. Slowly she massaged it with slow, firm strokes of her hand; then, with her hand at its base, she pulled strongly downward, letting the foreskin peel down fully from the swollen tip-end of the hard shaft. The head of Roy's cock glinted softly in the lamplight; June studied the soft ridge of skin, folded below the rounded lip of the moist cockhead.
"It's beautiful," she whispered. "It's beautiful and perfect. I need it. . . again ... in me!"
Roy stirred as he felt one of her large tits pressing against the skin of his belly. Suddenly he felt her lips closing over the head of his penis, then firming, and sliding half-way down the swollen shaft. He reached for her hairy muff, kissing warmly along the inside of her thighs.
"Eat me first," she said, slipping his long cock from her mouth. "I want you to eat me first. It turns me on more." She struggled to her hands and knees on the blanket. "In a minute I'll turn back around so you can get into me-you know, dog-style!"
The nude boy looked into her cunt in the lamplight. It was open so wide he could almost see into its pink-folded depths. It was wet, and the raw-looking lips seemed to be twitching. I sure don't know how I can turn you on any more than you already are, he thought; and he caught the aroma of her gaping cunt. With this, he jammed his face into it. He stuck out his tongue, hardening it, and began to lick. Then he probed it ... then jabbed his tongue deep inside and began to suck her. She shrieked as if in pain, while her creamy buttocks and the muscles of her inner thighs quivered and spasmed. Again she grasped the hardness of his stiff pole, and wobbled it back and forth. She sank her eager lips over it, and while he thrust upward into her throat, he kept licking her fat juicy cuntal lips. Again he thrust his tongue into her hairy slit.
She was babbling in ecstasy. As he licked the soft pink walls of her hungry slot, she began to breathe heavily, and slowly she began to turn around over his sprawled body. Then, on her hands and knees, she moved to the other side of the bed. Her body began to sweat.
"I-I'm ready now," she said, and with one final move she grasped at his dangling balls and the hard base of his jutting cock. "Get up behind me ... get up there! Grab me around the shoulders ... or anywhere there ... and get it in! Get that thing deep inside ... then fuck me-ee!"
Quickly he was up, and mounting her like a bull on a cow in season. His big hard-on swung up from between his thighs, bobbing strongly. She grabbed hold of it behind her, guiding it toward her wide-open slit. In the next instant, his cockhead had entered her love-hole from behind, and his long stiff rod glided swiftly into her hot, slippery cunt ... almost as if it had known its way. She tightened her inner muscles firmly around his big, hard shaft, and began to ride her, slowly at first ... in then out ... his big shaft pumping heavily, his balls banging against the softness of her ass. She pushed her hips back to meet each of his deep forward thrusts, feeling his shaft pummeling her insides, the wide cockhead clutched by the upper rings of her vagina. He jabbed deeper each time, the muscles of his ass firming, then relaxing, as he jabbed deep and withdrew. They were both going wild: for June, it was the feel of his long cock gliding into her pussy, his hairy balls slapping against her: for Roy, it was the way she worked her cunt-muscles in a frantic effort to milk his darting rod.
"Ohh-hh, kiddo!" he exclaimed. "You really do it! This is really it! Oh, yess-sss!" He kept driving into her, his hands around her hips, squeezing the softness of her lower belly. One sudden thrust of his hips was so heavy he nearly flattened her. He withdrew completely, then quickly stuffed his prick back into her. She began to gasp as he rutted her, his hips flinging back and forth like a male dog in heat over a bitch. But now he covered her full, round boobs with his hands. He felt for the hard nipples, twirling his fingers around them. Then he began to pull and push, squeezing her breasts wildly, milking them. He nibbled the soft, velvety nape of her neck.
Once more, one of his thrusts ground her down into the pillows, and against the thick wool of the blankets. Chills ran up and down her spine. He kept riding into her, his hands clasped about her firm, young boobs, feeling their smooth warmth. He kept eating at the back of her neck . . . eating, kissing, nibbling.
"Oh-hh. I like to fuck," she moaned. "Just like this. With you! This is the great. . . essst."
They suddenly made it together. In one full, blissful moment, he blew his nuts with the wildest orgasm he had ever had. One surging shot of creamy cum streamed from his loins into her stretched vagina, flooding deep into her womb. On his third wild spurt of jism, his ass firmed hard as he pressed into her, she came in hot waves of ecstatic orgasm. After she was finished, her cunt muscles kept up a steady caressing of his cock, keeping it hard and throbbing. The enormous spurts of his cum which had pumped into her, began to bubble back out of her cunt, her own flow mingling with his. AH of it bathed around his long prick, dripping down along his thighs, then onto the blankets.
In a daze, she felt his hard, wet cock pull out of her with a soft, sucking sound. She still wanted him, still wanted the feel of his comforting warmth and youthful strength. Roy had slowly backed out of her, and fallen away, on his back. His fingers felt around the wetness of his balls which had begun to hurt.
"How'm I gonna give you all the fucking you want," he said, "when I feel this tired."
Slowly he lit a cigarette, and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. He had never felt so contented, yet so exhausted. She settled down beside him, reached for the cigarette, and took a long drag of it.
"Honey," she said, "don't worry about it. I thought you might be angry, but you have to go. I've got early classes tomorrow, and I need some sleep. So, don't worry. You don't mind, then?"
They lay back together, and Roy slipped his arm under her shoulders. He lifted his face to hers, and kissed her.
"Grab that white towel there," she said, suddenly sounding so matter of fact that it stunned him. "I like to have my snatch dried ... and you can do it for me. You dry my pussy, and I'll dry your balls . .. and that hard thing of yours ..."
"Okay. Hand me the towel." What the hell, he thought, if she liked it, why not? She had grabbed the towel and handed it to him.
"Do me first," she commanded. She got to her feet by the bed, her cute, petite body turning in Roy's direction. She pressed forward to the waiting towel.
Roy moved toward her, and as she spread her legs, he wiped away the flowing mixtures of their cream from her inner thighs, and then daubed and wiped the glistening wet hairs of her cunt until they were dry. Carefully he pushed the towel between her legs wiping the remaining signs of their passion from her crotch to her ass. She turned around to give him freer access, and he began to kiss the creamy pink curves of her buttocks, licking at the tip-end of her spine. She threw back her head, moaning as she savored the sensations.
Then she turned around again, pressing herself against him. He looked for several moments at her juicy cunt, his tongue-tip moving out from between his lips. Fluid still oozed from the cuntal lips, and he began to lick it away. He kissed her, on sudden impulse, sucking on the dampened curly hairs, jammed his tongue inside, reaming the soft pink folds of her twat; he took the towel and began to dry away the wet, sticky fluids.
Then he swung himself up and around, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her more fully. He spread his legs, letting his long cock swing free and upward from between them. It was already getting harder, and in the next moments it was jutting straight up, its head pointing into his navel. Silently, he leaned forward again, and placed his hands around the softness of her rump. He concentrated his gaze at her hairy box. That wasn't all my ball-juice, he thought, but, Christ, she had creamed more than any girl I've ever humped. Look at it, look at her! He pressed his mouth forward again, frantically licking and sucking. Much of what he tasted must have been some of his own cum, but he didn't care. Then he stopped, and again wiped her dry. Then he lay back, his fully hard prick rising and falling over his lower belly.
Quickly she squatted down over him, his cock striking upward into her face. With one of her hands grasping the thick, long rod of flesh, June took the towel from him with the other and began to wipe off his hanging testicles. Then she ministered to his throbbing shaft, wiping it, drawing back the delicate foreskin and studying it.
"You've got a big one, Roy," she said finally.
"A big what?" he asked, his hands now running along the nape of her neck, under her hair. Though his prick was still hard, it felt empty, hollow. Roy knew it would hardly be capable of any further real action. What did this broad want, anyway? mean this." She grasped his peter and made stand upright. "Your cock. Or whatever they call it."
"That's what they call it," he said, smiling. For somebody as experienced in all the delights as this broad, she seemed very naive. She seemed to study it some more, still manipulating its long fleshiness.
"How big is it?" she asked suddenly. "I never thought, you know, when I first saw you on the street that it would be like this." A puzzled frown played between her eyebrows. Roy laughed and raised himself on his elbows, studying her. She was pretty, he thought. Very pretty.
He shrugged at her insistent question, and tugged at her bare shoulder. "I don't know," he said.
"You do, too," she said. She pulled it straight up again, and began to lick along its underside. Roy leaned his head back to feel it all. "How long?" she insisted.
"About eight inches," he said, amused. "Maybe a little more."
"You've got awfully big, nice balls, too," she said. Then she seemed to ponder for a moment. "Are there any guys," she wanted to know, "with a bigger, er, cock than you've got? "
He lay flat down on his back again with a burst of laughter. She looked at him, puzzled. His cock had now begun to shrink in her grasp.
"Are there?" she persisted.
"Sure," he admitted. This broad was too much. "I suppose lots of them. Longer and bigger around. I know one guy who's supposed to have one so thick it would choke a horse."
Again she was quiet, still fondling him. "What's his name?" she wanted to know. He didn't answer for a moment. He knew well enough what Al had. He'd watched him in action at least a couple of times. Finally he said, "Al. His name is Al. Why?"
"I just wondered," she said almost dreamily. 'That's all."
"Oh," said Roy. It was his turn to be puzzled now.
This girl was too cute, too nice, too good a lay to begin thinking of sharing her with Al, or anybody else. He felt a twinge of youthful jealousy. He rose to his feet, and put his hands on her shoulders, then kissed the top of her head.
"You know, kiddo, what you are?" he said suddenly. "You're a cock freak."
In an instant she got to her feet. "A-a what?" she said, and Roy could sense her risen anger.
"A cock freak," he repeated, but lightly, trying to pass it off as kidding. "But I like you. That's why you're so good a ..." He checked himself.
Her eyes were blazing now, and her cheeks had turned pink with fury. She stamped her feet, but said nothing. He reached out for her, but she dodged away.
"I guess you'd better be going home," she said, ice in her tones. He had begun to dress: first his shirt which he buttoned methodically, looking at her. Then he put on his pants, leaving his softened sex dangling out till the last second. Then he dressed away and buckled his belt. He liked this broad. He watched her snatch her clothes from a chair, then piece by piece-panties, bra, then blouse and skirt-put them on.
He wanted to reach out for her and press her to him. But he didn't dare. He finally managed a peck on her cheek.
"When will I see you again?" he ventured, knowing she was still angry as hell.
"You have the phone number," she said icily. "Now I have to study, then get to bed." She had opened the door for him.
"Okay," he said; but he wanted to say he was sorry. What the hell. He pecked her once more on the cheek. And then he was gone.
For a few seconds after she closed the door behind him, listening to his footsteps bouncing lightly down the stairway. She could picture his lankiness, the strong muscles of his legs carrying him.
Already she had begun to cool off. Maybe he was right, she thought, maybe I am what he said. But he shouldn't have said it. She decided she'd teach him a lesson, and let him cool off for a bit.
She turned to the phone, and picked it up. She'd better call Connie Rickards, one of her classmates at Riley College. From the beginning of the year, she and Connie had hit it off perfectly. She had first spotted the girl in their Home Ec class, admired her pertness, the sweet look about her, even the smart way she dressed. They had struck up a friendship almost immediately; and now, although Connie lived in town with her family, the two girls were talking seriously about sharing this apartment. June knew it would help cut down her expenses, and her dad would be happy about that. Besides, Connie would be fun, and they could share lots of things. Already she was beginning to look forward to it. And Connie had already alluded to some problems at home, though so far Connie had gone into none of the details. All she'd mentioned was some sort of disappointing love affair, but June suspected other problems.
Now she let Connie's phone ring for a long time. When there was no answer, she gave it up and put the receiver back on its holder. She went to her desk and tried to get at her books. Suddenly she realized she was hungry, and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. Roy was still on her mind, and the glorious sex they'd had together-but, she'd still show him.
Then she thought of Connie again. Why hadn't she answered the phone?
"Let me in!" Connie was knocking on the door of her brother's bedroom, standing there in a loose dressing gown. "I want to talk to you."
"Say it through the door!" her brother, Jack, yelled back at her. He was already practically all undressed, and lay sprawled on his bed looking at magazines, propping them against an upraised knee. Jack was nearly three years older than his sister-always big brother Jack-but right now, the last thing he wanted was to have her in his room.
"Why don't you let me in?" Connie demanded.
"You know damn well, Connie! Goddam it!" Jack said, his impatience getting the best of him. "I've got to look for a job tomorrow, and I can't spend the night screwing. You, or anybody else!"
He knew, and Connie knew that their having sex together had to stop: the future in it was a cul de sac. He went on, saying something he knew was not exactly the truth.
"I have a couple of girlfriends I've got to take care of," he said, "so I can't fuck you all the time!" He flicked his balls around under his loose shorts. He wanted something. But not this. Not after the pleasures he and Connie had had, when all the lights of the house were out and it was quiet. Already it had been enough. And it had to stop.
"Hush, Jack!" Connie said. "Mommy and Dad will hear us!"
"Well, that's your problem," his voice had grown quieter, but he knew how both their minds were working at this moment. But Connie still pleaded with him to open the door, just now .. . just for a few minutes. She wanted the feel of his hard cock, like that first time. Even if he didn't feel all over her silken body surfaces, and sink that giant rod into her, at least she could . .. Her hands pressed against the door.
"No. I won't even mention sex," she said. She tightened the belt of her dressing gown.
Jack kept his thoughts to himself, and flicked a few more pages of the magazines he held. Sex would mention itself. Especially if Connie were completely nude under that red dressing gown of hers. He was sure she was, and he could envision it, right through the door.
No, he had decided, he wouldn't be jamming his hard, steaming cock into his sister's hot little body again. Not ever again.
Last night, and this morning they'd fucked. And all day he had suffered with his feelings of guilt: what if the folks discovered, or even suspected ... what if? He threw his magazine aside, and stared at his side of the latched door. Well ... should he? The magazines, with their nude pictures had already turned him on, his prick on the rise . . . And Connie felt so good, when she...
"It's no use!" he tried to muffle his tones. "I've gotta get some sleep!"
Without bothering to turn off the light, he grasped his hard cock in his hand, and began to beat off. His back stiffened, and he moved his legs.
Christ! He knew, and Connie knew, that they had a sort of hang-up on each other. But what if he laid her right now, and every time she came knocking at her door? Hang-ups like that were too demanding. Right now .. . Right now, it had to stop!
Let Connie go out and find a few more cocks. Jack turned his face into his pillow, jacking hard at his big prick, his balls jouncing under the beat of his hand ... Connie had tits! Boy, what nice, tender, smooth, upright little tits! She had beautiful legs too, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had an unusually pretty face -up-tilted nose, with freckles on it.
So why hadn't she found a man, someone else, rather than that married guy she'd run around with, and who had finally quit her? It would be so easy for her, but she kept getting in these hang-up situations. Christ! And her sweet cunt ... that sweet little muff that could get so goddam hot! God, how that warm clutching twat of hers could freak a man's prick!
His hand rubbed fast over the full length of his swollen cock . .. Twice today already .. . with his sister. He remembered how it was this morning, how it felt . .. Then he . . . oh, Christ ... he groaned. His wads of cum now shot fully over his chest and belly . . . His hand slowed. He opened his eyes, knowing she was still standing outside, listening.
"It's no use!" he yelled to her. "I'm going to sleep!"
Through the closed door, Connie had heard the sounds, the final little cries, the gasping. Now Jack was turning off the light. She could only guess what had happened, but she felt strangely excited by it. The mysteries of her brother, and other guys, still intrigued her.
After a few minutes, she gave it up. There were no more sounds, and she knew that Jack had meant what he said. She went to her bedroom and flopped on her bed. She always slept in her bare skin. So, once her robe was untied and thrown aside, she was naked.
"Damn him!" she said to herself, knowing that he was right. Oh, well, she didn't care. Sighing, she spread her thighs apart as she nestled back on her bed, into the soft pillows.
She stretched her arms, then let them drop to her sides. In a moment her hands were searching and feeling her soft-haired cunt. She loved the sensations as her fingers played over it, and touched her love-button. She sighed to herself again. "Oh, if he'd only let me in! All I wanted to do was feel him .. . maybe suck that big cock he has.... Oh, Jack!"
Now she began to goose her hot, curly-haired slot. She began to feel better. Oh, Lordie . . . Lordie, even this was better than nothing at all! She worked three fingers, then four into her creamy pussy. She began to sob. This wasn't enough. Just the fact of being alone ... even four fingers didn't come close to the blissful feelings produced by a hard-jabbing cock. And there was Jack, just in the other room, breathing deeply in his sleep, as he more than once breathed softly into her ear, along her neck .. .
Squirming under the pressures of her probing fingers, she summoned up the memory of how it had all started with Jack. It was that night, three summers ago, when she was only fifteen, and Jack eighteen. Their Aunt Kathy was staying with them-a prolonged visit-and, of course, Jack on this particular evening, had been out hot-rodding around with his pals. Mom and Dad had elected to go to a late drive-in movie, leaving her and Aunt Kathy home by themselves-and Foxie, the family basset hound.
Somewhere about ten that night, Aunt Kathy had excused herself with a yawn and announced she was going up to bed. Connie had been engrossed in a TV show-a mystery thriller-and had hardly noticed that Foxie had eventually stirred himself and had followed
Aunt Kathy up the stairs. An hour later, the movie over, Connie turned off the TV and, leaving a lamp burning, decided to go to bed. She was already in her pajamas and a robe. Then, when she was halfway along the upstairs hallway, heading for her room, she heard Kathy's voice-as if she were talking to someone in her room. Strange, Connie thought; so she crept quietly to the door, turned its knob slowly and silently, and opened the door just enough to see inside. Her heart pounded as a crack of bright light flooded into her eyes.
What she saw in full view, right there on the bed, caused her to squeak with surprise. She cupped her hand to her mouth and continued to watch.
Kathy was sprawled out, nude, her legs wide apart. Between them was Foxie, their long-bodied basset hound, nestled right between the shapely white legs -and Kathy was pushing his nose into her cunt, making him sniff it. Then his long red tongue came out, and he began to lick it thoroughly, as if he were washing it clean. Then he stood up, tail wagging, and whimpered as his licking became hungrier and hungrier. His big, black nose, amid all his strange noises, seemed to shove right into Aunt Kathy's writhing snatch.
Aunt Kathy was out of her mind. The dog's cold, slobbering nose, shoved into her hotly hungry cunt, was driving her to a frenzy. Little shrieking moans escaped her lips as she ground her hips wildly from side to side, then thrust them up to meet the animal's charging snout. Her whole cunt oozed its cream, and the dog lapped it up frantically. Her ass flopped and writhed, and she kept babbling to Foxie as if he could understand every word: "Fuck me, you little bastard," her voice croaked. The dog began to act as if he were out of his mind, too, and his long tongue flicked under the woman's upraised ass, licking into the heat of her sensitive buttocks.
"For Chrissake!" These were the first words Connie was able to squeak as she watched in excited fascination.
Absorbed in the wild going-on in her aunt's bedroom, Connie had not heard the front door downstairs opening and closing. Her eye remained glued to the single crack of light. All she saw was the dog beginning to mount the body of the excited woman, his long, pink cock sliding out of its furry sheath. She saw her aunt reach down to grasp the animal's hindquarters, pulling toward her ... then arching her spine to make the pointed head of the dog's cock enter her snatch.
At this point, Connie heard footsteps reaching the top of the stairs. She turned her head in time to see the long legs of her big brother, Jack, turn into the hallway, coming right in her direction. She saw the blue jeans he wore, and his red shirt... then the look of surprise on Jack's face. Thinking fast, she put her finger to her lips, signaling him to keep quiet, then beckoned him to join her at the crack in the door. With curiosity written on his handsome features, Jack took a position right behind and over her. He remained standing, his legs and knees pressing against her. Then he put his eye to the open crack and began to look.
Already their dog was hunching his ass backward and forward, his long red, shiny cock plunging in and out of the woman's hairy slot.
"Jee-zus!" gasped brother Jack. Then he gulped and moved his eye closer to the door. He was pressing against Connie even more, almost forgetting she was there. Automatically, his hand slid to his crotch as his penis grew large and hard.
Aunt Kathy lay back on the bed, opening her thighs more and more, so that the cunt-crazed dog wouldn't scratch them as he frantically pumped his cock into the slippery twat. For the two youngsters, it was a fantastic sight. Kathy now kept rolling her head from side to side, both hands on her round fat boobs, her fingers milking the nipples. She writhed and thrust, and babbled strange ecstatic sounds. Her body began to sweat as both she and the animal kept up their fucking.
Connie felt her brother's long, blue-jeaned legs pressing their warmth against her. Her bathrobe had already fallen open ... and now she let one of her small hands move up along the inside of the leg of her brother's jeans. Her fingers began to play up toward his sensitive crotch, feeling the firm roundness of his balls. Jack's knees gave a sudden jerk, and his hand closed over Connie's. He moved it higher, so that she could feel the full growth of his stiff, swollen cock, pressing its hardness against the confining cloth of his jeans. Connie pressed her fingers against its seven-inch length, feeling its full shape-and, wonderingly, she began to play with it. Jack ran his fingers over her hair.
Suddenly, as they watched, becoming absorbed in the new, hot interest in each other, Aunt Kathy humped her ass up and down, and groaned. Then she beat her hands against the sheets of the bed. At that moment, the dog blew his balls into her, hunching his body frantically while whimpering. The dog's cock quickly spent itself, and Foxie pulled himself off and away. He sniffed the wetly oozing cunt, and gave one last sniff of an inner thigh. Then he jumped off the bed.
"Kee-rist!" Jack murmured, almost to himself. "Our dog ... Foxie! Kee-rist!"
He had already slipped open the top button of his jeans, letting Connie play with him. His cock was so hard, it seemed to be at the bursting point. Connie by now had closed the door of Aunt Kathy's room, ever so quietly and carefully, but in all the heat of the moment she had begun to run her fingers along her own crotch, already tickling the hairs of her young dripping crotch, then beginning to probe her fingers inside the wide-open lips of her cunt.
Then it began to happen. With his hand, Jack gently turned her head to face into the hot gap between his legs. Connie opened her lips and began to blow softly along the length of his prick. It sent Jack's senses reeling. Then, without a word being uttered between them in the darkness of the hallway, Connie quickly found the zipper of his fly-and with one pull opened it wide. Jack helped her, and in seconds had pulled his long arching penis out of his pants. Connie felt it, her panting breath bathing it with warmth. She ran her hand along it, then quickly pulled it into her mouth. Jack's knees buckled again, and he clasped his sister to him. He felt his cock slowly sinking into her open mouth. He held the back of her head.
Then they both heard the scrape of a key in the lock of the front door downstairs. The door opened, and now came the voices of their parents. Both froze, their hearts beating wildly.
"It's them," said Jack quietly. "Come on. Let's go to my room. Quick!"
He raised Connie to her feet, stuffed the hard jut of his prick back into his jeans, and led her to the door of his room. Once inside the safety of the dark room, Jack dropped down on his bed, pulling his sister to him. She responded almost immediately. Jack had never imagined that he had such a cock-hungry sister. He thrust his hips upward, helping Connie slip his tight jeans down over the curves of his ass. His cock flopped free, and in an instant, Connie had its full stiffness in her hand, massaging it, as if driven by some inner instinct. She grasped his tightened balls, then sank her mouth over the bulging cockhead. Within two minutes, Jack had blown his whole load right down his sister's throat, the heavy shots of his semen almost drowning her. He listened, in the middle of his exploding orgasm, to her frantic gurgles as she swallowed his full hot load.
Connie clung to her brother's hot charging staff as though her life depended on it. She knew the surprise that must have been registering on her face, but she kept at it. This was her first taste of a boy's prong, her first taste of hot surging cum-and she was determined not to miss any of it. Her fingers played around Jack's surging balls-and then there was no more. Those warm, hot balls had expended themselves, and now she felt Jack's hand rubbing at the nape of her neck.
To Connie, this was better than watching their dog fuck her aunt. And she thought of how big and wide, and long, a man's cock felt-and probably looked. This cock of Jack's didn't recede and disappear. It stayed hard, and long, still fully distended. Jack was now pulling her bathrobe down from her tender shoulders -and in the next moment had lain her on her back, and was on top of her. Now she felt the demanding cockhead pressing into her tender slot. She wound her legs about her brother's hips, and let the long rod sink slowly and steadily into her body. They rested a moment, the long cock fitting into her tender socket perfectly. Then Jack began to draw it out, only to plunge back inside her. It set her whole body aflame with passion. Quietly, they fucked for hours-and at each point of orgasm, Jack would draw out, and let his hit streams of cum spurt over her belly; his long cock waving at each white discharge.
"I don't wanna cum in you, Sis!" Jack would keep saying, even in the throes of their violent fucking. "I don't wanna cum in ya. Shee-it! Ohhh, Christ!"
His big balls would be swinging against her tender crotch, whacking against her. Then Jack would pull out. His long hard whang would wave over her belly, shooting its long hot load of cum over her. Once she felt a was of his hot semen hit her nipple. She reached down to touch it with her fingertip, but Jack began to suck it. Then, always, he would plunge his hard, young cock back into her until she'd have another orgasm. It seemed that they could keep this up for hours.
They had kept this up night after night, until a few days after Aunt Kathy had ended her visit. The suggestiveness of their aunt's presence gone, Jack had begun to seem conscience-stricken, and their sessions ceased their regularity. To Connie, it seemed that no other man, no other cock, could satisfy her. Valiantly, she tried other boys. But her hot little snatch always waited for her brother.
It was only when Jack came home, frustrated by an unyielding date, that he'd give her a signal, and then they'd head for his room. It was during their periods of sexual privation over these past three years that Jack's bedroom, or hers would be the center of their hot, craving action. Then, with her legs wrapped about him, Jack would have his hot, hard cock driving in and out of her, plumbing into her depths. Finally, he was gladly emptying all his hot surging loads right into her snatch.
Then had come her affair with a married man, but this had ended as quickly as it had begun. Then she had returned to Jack, had found him waiting for her.
But they both knew this, too, had to end.
Now, tonight, Jack had finally called it quits. In the midst of trying his locked door, she remembered the phone ringing. She hadn't bothered to answer, forgetting there was no one else home. But somehow she knew that it was June, trying to reach her. Yes, it would be great if she moved in with June; just to get away from this house and this hang-up with Jack.
And, maybe, with June, she'd learn a few more things .. . about boys . .. about sex. Yes, tomorrow, she would see June. Her head began to fill with plans about moving. Her hands began to play about her creamy cunt, and soon she had stuffed four of her fingers back into it. Then she thought of Aunt Kathy's apparent bliss from the basset hound's sniffing nose, that long, pink cock gliding in and out.
Connie began to wonder if she could get Foxie to do anything like that to her. Maybe, if something didn't happen pretty soon, she'd sure as hell try to find out. Ohh-h, Jack . . . Jack! Her fingers were charging in and out of her streaming cunt. She massaged her little standing clit. Soon the waves of complete, satisfying orgasm poured over her. She fell asleep, dreaming blissfully of tomorrow.
The next day, June Renson ran home from classes. She had met Connie on campus, and they'd had coffee, talking about their living together. Now, at last, it was all settled, and Connie would start moving in the next day. June thought of the pert and pretty Connie and what a joy to have her as a roommate. She knew they'd find lots of ways of having fun; and maybe with Connie around she could teach kids like Roy a lesson or two.
Now on her way home, June was anxious to get into the shower and into some fresh clothes. The day had been hot and the classes never-ending. So as soon as she had entered her apartment and thrown her books on a table, she began to undress. She threw one article of clothing after another onto a chair, then, in her nakedness, poised in front of her bedroom mirror. Quickly she ran her hands over her body, savoring the feel of it. Then she cupped her palms over her full, large tits and began to rub them. Then she let go, and watched them bob upward. She ground her hips from side to side, then winked at herself in the glass. Vaguely she wondered how Connie would look, all undressed: pretty nice, she'd bet. Then she thought of last night, and Roy and that damn thing he'd said to her. Cock freak, huh? She'd show him.
She flounced herself on the bed, enjoying the coolness that now struck her body-surfaces. The shower could wait a minute. She began to run her fingers over herself, and soon felt of her cunt hairs. She let one finger feel along the sensitive crack, then she plunged one finger inside. It felt so goo-ood. Ooh. Gradually she began to plunge her hard little digit in and out of her excited cooz. Then, in the midst of it all, there came a knock on her door.
Damn! She rose and reached for a negligee. Wrapping it about her and tying the belt, she ran to the door. She heard sounds of muffled voices, the shuffling of feet. She stopped in mid-stride, her heart fluttering in aroused awareness. Her hand on the doorknob, she hesitated for an instant... then opened.
There stood Roy, right at the threshold, looking at her. Her gaze immediately went to his handsome face, then to the thick-thatched blondish hair that crowned it. But with him were three other boys, standing in a gaggle of long legs, arms, and broad shoulders. Townees. She had never seen them before, but she knew they were townees. She could tell from the way they were dressed: Levi's; open, nondescript sport shirts; and one boy had on a tee-shirt. Roy leaned against the doorjamb, his thumbs hooked in the waist of his Levi's, his fingertips languidly reaching the area of his crotch.
June tightened the belt of her negligee, her heart thudding in her chest. The next moment, Roy had pushed into the door, one of the other boys right beside him. They pushed into the little living room with another boy, apparently much younger than the rest, right behind.
"Wh-what do you want?" June demanded. One of her luscious boobs had half-blossomed out of the flimsy negligee material. Roy grinned at her, while one of his friends licked his lips. The door now closed behind them.
"I thought we'd come by, an' have everybody meet ya," Roy explained, "and check on the condition of your bod ... An' just see if it needed any attention."
"Her bod looks just great to me," leered one of his friends, and snickered. Then the boy slowly walked across the room to sit on the couch.
June glared in his direction, watching him. A somewhat scruffy-looking type, he coolly returned her look. Another boy, quite dark, and very good-looking, took a chair in the corner. So far he hadn't said a word. June had certainly got the message. Her heart skipped, and her throat felt its dryness.
Good Lord, she thought, they want a gang-bang! If any of this became common knowledge, she'd never have any peace. She could even become the laughing stock of the campus. Yet, from her inner feelings, and once more the sight of Roy and that one good-looking dark-haired friend she .. . Well, sure, she'd go for a good roll in the hay. Why not? But with four of them? How could Roy do such a thing to her?
Uncannily, it seemed, Roy read her mind. "No one's gonna know a thing about it, except us," he said smoothly. His clean-cut handsome face broke into a sunny smile. "In fact," he went on, "I have an idea maybe you'll really like what I have in mind."
"What exactly do you have in mind?" June asked, bravely standing her ground. Then she looked around at all four. "As if I didn't know ..." her voice trailed off. She saw one of the boys adjusting the firming bulge in his crotch.
"Yeah," Roy agreed, then approached her. It took most of June's willpower not to retreat. Roy grasped her by the arm, his touch still gentle. "Oh, hey kid, I forgot. You haven't met the boys," Roy went on. He waved a hand at the youngest boy, tall for his age and very blond, still standing near the door. "That's Mel," said Roy. The young boy grinned, in a way that was both sheepish and excited.
"And that there is Ted," Roy pointed to the scruffy-looking snickerer who continued to leer at her from his place on the couch. "And that's Al."
June somehow remembered Roy's mentioning the name last night; and now the dark good-looking boy rose from his chair, and attempted a polite little bow. June felt she could like Al, and her heart skipped again and tripled its beat. She pulled her negligee even tighter, the pit of her stomach still feeling a bit hollow.
June looked at Mel, still grinning sheepishly, but now venturing further into the room. Then she looked at Ted, and that leer that still lingered on his puss and then at Al who had resumed his seat. Finally she looked at the sunny, grinning Roy, taking in his tall handsomeness. She caught the aroma of his after-shave stuff, and it filled her nostrils. Funny, but it was turning her on! The sound of Roy's voice, and the looks of him, were all turning her on.
"Now," said June firmly, still resisting in spite of herself. "What do you really want?"
"You, baby," Roy told her, rubbing himself against her softness. He put his arm deftly around her. "Just you."
"We want to fuck you," said Ted bluntly, rubbing his hands along his thighs. "We wanna get into you an' pump you till you cry for more!"
June didn't like Ted, but she refused to feel any panic. Her uneasiness slowly was giving way to desire. She surveyed the other members of the young quartet, and felt the excitement tingling at her breasts.
Roy had been watching all her reactions. He had already made all the others agree that if June had put up any steady complaining resistance that they'd leave. But this wasn't happening.
"Atta girl," he said, beginning to fondle her. His voice was still soothing. "You're a beautiful kid ... just made for pleasure. We'll make you glad ..."
"Why me? " June insisted.
"You just drew the right cards, sugar," said Roy, "and said the right things . . . and did the right things ..."
"And it worked out," interrupted Ted, "that you're the cute little rabbit that got caught in the big old trap. And you wouldn't expect us to pass up a dee-li-cious little honey-nugget like you, wouldja?"
"Shut up," Roy told him abruptly, but he was anxious to have the action start. He said so, making it sound like the most natural thing in the world. There was something about his calm handsomeness, the thick ash-blond of his hair, something in his whole manner that made it all sound like the most reasonable thing in the world. He extended his large smooth hand, and held it out to her until, still reluctantly, she put her own small one into it. His hand closed over it, warm and firm. She felt the strength in his easy grip. He began to lead her in the direction of the kitchen. June fell along behind him, with a defiant shake of her long auburn hair, wondering what would happen next.
"Go bring a pillow from the bed in the other room, Mel," Roy directed the youngster. "I told you guys I was going to give you a good show, and here comes the preview."
Mel left and quickly returned with a pillow, handing it to Roy. Roy placed it on the table, while the others crowded around to see. Roy turned to June, and reaching inside the negligee fondled one of her breasts. June shuddered, loving it. Automatically she reached one hand around the boy's neck, and pressed. She felt him begin to squeeze her tit almost until it hurt.
"Take it off, sugar," Roy said softly, his lips brushing warmly now against hers. Oh, could this boy turn her on! His hand fumbled at the loosened belt. Then with both hands he slowly moved the flimsy garment from her shoulders, showing them in all their glowing smoothness, the nipples proudly erect.
"Wow!" This was Al's voice. He stood the closest, and now June reached out for his hand. He grasped it lightly.
Roy turned to young Mel again, the tall blond kid who was standing there with his mouth open. "Look for the cold cream in her bathroom, and bring it here," he directed the boy. He turned his full attention to June. His cock was fully hard, pressing taut the blue cloth of his Levi's. He pushed his crotch against her bared midriff, the negligee half-fallen away from her soft, delicious body.
"Don't sweat it, June-baby," Roy told her. "What's the strain? You were wondering all about cocks last night. Now here's your chance. Four good stiff pricks right here, ready and waitin' ... All different, all sizes 'n' shapes ... But all cocks, an' rarin' to go. An' wait'll you get a look and feel of Al's ..."
Why was Roy doing this to her? Trying to teach her a lesson of some kind? She threw a sideward glance at Al, his smooth handsome face staring downward, almost as if he were embarrassed.
"So, sugar-doll," said Roy, "why don't you prop yourself right up here on the table? "
There had come a different set to Roy's mouth, though he was still smiling. She began to pull her arms out of the sheer sleeves of her negligee, freeing them. The garment fell still further. Ted's leer continued, and his face had grown red with lust.
"Atta little girl," Roy said. She barely heard him, so engrossed was she in her own heightened feelings. Mel had returned and now handed Roy the jar of cold cream. Roy's eyes looked still steadily into hers, full desire in them. She tried to shut the whole room out of her mind. It would be better to pretend there's just one of them, she told herself. Just one at a time. With one smooth motion, Roy swept the negligee completely off her, and it dropped to the floor. She now stood stark naked before all the eager eyes. She leaned against the table, the dark hairs of her twat beginning to gleam with new moisture. She looked daringly at Roy, then at Al.
Roy made a quick motion to her. She needed no further urging, and she turned and dropped her face down on the soft pillow, the smoothness of her ass, and the pinkness of her thighs, completely exposed. Two soft wolf-whistles blended together behind her.
"Didn't I tell you guys?" she heard Roy say. "Didn't I tell you that was the sweetest ass this side of heaven?"
Roy ran the warmth of his hand over the richly smooth curves of her lush buttocks, sending little thrills of pleasure up her spine.
"Nice," he murmured. "Really nice!"
June heard the slight whir as Roy unscrewed the top of the jar of cold cream. "This is really gonna feel good, honey," he said. "Just wait."
In spite of herself, June flinched as Roy's palm daubed the cold cream on her right buttock, his big hand gliding over her bare skin. He began to work the cold cream over the softness of her pliant flesh. Then he applied a fresh palm full to the other buttock, slowly, deliberately smoothing it into her ass. She shuddered at the feel of Roy's hands, and she swayed her ass from side to side with each of his massaging motions.
Finally, Roy placed a dab of cold cream, reaching far under her, at the very top of her hairy cleft, gently rubbing it along its entire length. Then he worked his busy finger up to her asshole. He was trying to stimulate, and succeeding. June found herself holding her breath as she felt it, felt Roy's fingers as the cold cream spread from the hollow at the base of her spine, down past her tight-clenched anus, then up her long cunt-slit.
"It sure isn't a bad feeling, you guys. You ought to try it," Roy cried. "Shee-it! I'm ready to cream myself, right in my jeans!"
June felt the hard, bulging pressure of Roy's crotch against the sensitive backs of her thighs. She envisioned the sight of Roy's bare, naked cock as she had last seen it. Beautiful, she thought, it's a beautiful cock. She turned her head slightly, enjoying it all now, and she rested a cheek on her crossed arms. From the corner of her eye, she saw the kid, Mel, reach for the jar as Roy handed it to him. Immediately Mel began to spread the cold cream over the layer that Roy had left-greasing it hard into her soft-pliant ass-cheeks. He was using too much, June thought to herself, and he was clumsier than Roy. But as he worked his palms and fingers into her warm flesh, her excitement increased even more.
"Oh, man!" the boy murmured; the sound of his voice and the rubbing of her flesh the only sounds in the kitchen. June was thoroughly relaxed at the kid's manipulation of her most private parts. Only once, Mel's finger, eager and inexpert, hurt her when he jabbed too suddenly into her hairy crease. Her thighs quivered at the strain, but she made no sound.
"C'mon," it was Ted's gruff voice. "You guys'll have her ass slipperier than a greased pig's. There won't nobody be able to get a good prick-hold if you go on like that."
"Except maybe Al, of course," Roy agreed with a short laugh. "He's got a point. Finish up, Mel."
"Oh, Jeez!" The young kid's voice was almost a whimper. "I-I never felt nothin' like this!"
Reluctantly, the youngster moved away from her. June could see the bunched swelling in the middle of his crotch. Then Roy tapped her on one of her sleek, shining buttocks. "Into the bedroom with ya, sugar. Drop your socks and grab a cock."
Her fevered excitement had risen sharply. Impulsively she reached out and grasped young Mel's crotch, squeezing it. She felt the long contours of his still-hidden prick. Still holding it, she rose to her feet. Roy, draping his arm around her shoulders and feeling her stiffened nipples, moved her out of the kitchen-the group trailing after them with hardly a sound.
Mel, recovering from his surprise at the way June had grabbed him, put his arm about her waist. "Jeez!" he was suddenly saying, "just looka those titties!"
Once in the bedroom, June didn't even wait for any of Roy's instructions. She leaned her tender butt against the edge of her dresser, her back to the mirror. She began to shake her shoulders back and forth, her nude breasts wobbling and bobbing in their perfect roundness as they thrust from her chest.
"Jee-zus!" Ted exclaimed, eyeing the jutting twin mounds. He kept jabbing his hand into the hard flesh in his crotch. "I wanna get this goddam rod out and get it goin', right inside her." June's dark nipples looked stiff, and inviting. Ted quickly moved to her, and grabbed one of her tits in his hot hand. He squeezed hard, too hard, and June's lips thinned in sudden pain. But she made no sound of complaint. At her other side, Mel played almost reverently with the other massive tit. Silently he fingered around the rosy shield of one of the erect nipples. It began to drive June out of her mind.
"You'll wait your turn, Ted," Roy commanded. "Okay, sugar, down on the bed!"
"Well, who goes first?" Ted was still insisting, his hand undoing buttons on his shirt, then at the top of his fly, "What do we do? Draw lots, or somethin'?"
"We could," Roy answered, "but I have a better idea."
He looked mischievously at Mel. June, sitting on the bed, saw Roy wink broadly-a wink that included Ted and the silent, good-looking Al. It was Al that got most of June's attention.
"Mel's been telling us what a helluva cunt-master he is," said Roy. "Like he's punched his cock up half the girls in town . . . And him not yet sixteen years old. So .. ."
The youthful Mel looked startled, almost scared. Al smiled, and even Ted grinned. Mel began to sputter. "I'm willin' to go after you guys .. . Afterwards . .. You know ... I kin wait. . ."
Roy put a hand on June's bare shoulder. "Down on your back, honey," he directed. "All the way, flat on your back. Then shove him that luscious platform!"
Directing her gaze at the young kid, she slowly lay flat on her back. Fifteen. The kid was only fifteen. She wondered if he'd even know what to do. She opened her thighs wide for him.
"There y'are, Mel baby," Roy winked again at the others. "How's that for a launching pad for a guy's missile?"
"Get your pants off, for Chrissakes!" Ted said gruffly, as Mel stared bug-eyed at June's dark, waiting, cold-creamed pussy.
He gulped and fumbled with his belt-buckle. Roy and Ted tittered. Then Mel paused, kicking off his shoes. Then he pushed down his pants, his shorts following. Then, right under his tee-shirt, his hard, pink-headed prick danced up stiffly into the air. A little drop of ooze glistened clearly at its tip. The long, thin cock bobbed up and down as Mel took a few steps to the bed.
June waited, looking as though she thought this was all happening to someone else. But she now could hardly wait until her pussy would be jammed with one of these waiting cocks. As Mel crawled onto the bed, clumsily trying to kiss her lips, she felt curiously detached. Mel's hard, eager breathing even evoked a flash of sympathy. She looked down to see the trembling tip of his young shaft as he maneuvered himself over her, his hands clutching around his balls. He seemed as taut as a fiddle string, and hardly seemed to know what to do with his hands.
Behind the struggling boy's back, Roy winked again. He felt like taking the kid's bare ass and shoving him down to the true business: June's hot waiting pussy.
"Just look at all that nice pussy hair, Mel," Roy drawled. "It smells so good I'd like to stuff a mattress with it."
Even June giggled at this one.. But Mel made no reply. The slender, rigid rod between his legs throbbed and jerked its head over June's lower belly. It looked as hard as a little rod of steel, the balls tightened and poised, hanging from the base of it. Again the boy started to lower himself, his chest resting on June's softly jutting breasts. She felt the slender warmth of his body, and waited. Suddenly Roy seized one of the boy's bare buttocks and gave it a squeeze. With this, Mel yelped a bit, and rose to his haunches, his eyes suddenly closed. He grabbed for his standing prick, but couldn't stop the crimson flash of his cumming. From the shiny cockhead, long thin jets of milky cum came cascading all over June's belly and breasts. One thick stream of it dashed against the hairs of her cunt, looking like toothpaste on a black brush.
Mel backed away from June, and raised himself off the bed, shaking. "Roy! You rotten bastard," the kid cried. "You know I cum fast. I-I never even got it in!"
Roy shook with laughter. Dark, handsome Al now smiled broadly while Ted stood there, shaking his head, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Don't worry," Roy consoled. "You'll be ready again by the time the rest of us are through. Providin' you don't come a coupla times beating off while you watch us! C'mon. Go get a wet towel and clean up the mess you made. Get her all dry-'specially that sweet cooz of hers."
June watched, catching some of the amusement around her, as the boy went into the bathroom and returned with a towel. Impassively, she let him wipe his hot sticky cum from her body. She even put her hand around his neck.
"Oh, Jeez!" Mel assured her earnestly. "I wanted to fuck you! I never knew a girl could feel and look like you."
She turned and smiled at him, and looked at the soft dangle of his cock. "Better luck next time," she said, and patted him.
"Next!" Roy called. Just looking at June sprawled, damp-looking and nude on the bed, was almost more than he could take. With his hand in his left pocket, he was trying to keep his thick, swollen hard-on out of sight. Coolly, he looked at Ted. "You want to make it?" he asked him.
"You bet your ass," said Ted, and he turned a half-scowl at June. "And don't you lay there like a piece of dead meat or you'll have my handprints all over your butt."
Slowly, deliberately, he unbelted and unzipped his pants, flipping them wide open. He stepped out, leaving them heaped on the floor. In two seconds he had taken Mel's place over June, clamping her legs between his knees. Without bothering to take off his shorts, he bared his stout, particularly large-headed cock with one hand. He began to aim it at June's shining cunt.
Roy stopped him. "Just like you to go tryin' to ram a dry hole," said Roy. With this, he ran his big, soft hand over June's mossy curls, searching for her inviting love-hole. June squirmed under his touch, and gave a lurch when Roy found his target and rammed his finger deep inside it. With one hand still in his pocket, he frigged her steadily until she began to groan ecstatically.
Ted squatted back against his heels, slowly massaging his prick. He waved it up and down, waggled it back and forth, his balls swinging out of the fly of his shorts. Finally, Roy pulled his finger with a soft, sucking sound, and held it up to display the shiny secretion on it.
"There," he said, putting a satisfied look on his face. "That's better! All aboard who's going aboard!"
Ted crowded up against June, beginning to jab at her cunt with his big, shining cockhead. She winced at his inaccuracy, then tried to raise her hips higher to help him enter. She wanted satisfaction, but, more, she wanted it finished with Ted. Suddenly his wide cock-head jabbed into her slot. He pushed, hard.
"Take it slower!" she cried from between clenched teeth. The quick jabbing hurt her.
"Don't try to tell me what to do, girlie," Ted growled at her. He had finally lodged the tip far up into June's hole, trying to shove up deeper into the hotly clutching moistness of the vagina walls. June gasped at the roughness of his attack, while Ted surged his prick up into her with a series of hard, battering-ram plunges. Perspiration had begun to form on his forehead, and showed in a patch along the back of his shirt. He kept on, plunging madly in and out, his sturdy thighs beating against hers.
"Goddam, she sure seems awful tight," Ted grunted as he paused for a moment. Then he resumed his efforts to get his cock all the way in. He threw his head back for a second, and waited. Then he began his furious plunging.
June realized she was afraid of Ted, though not of the others, and she hoped Roy could control him afterwards. Suddenly mindful of Ted's warning about lack of activity, she lifted her hips upward and thrust toward him, into him, vigorously. Their combined motions brought Ted's cock inside her completely. Waves of satisfaction began to roll over her. She bucked upward again, finally feeling the wide, blunt cockhead reaching for the entry of her womb. Her inner muscles clutched around it.
Ted ceased his motions again, his hands planted on either side of her face as he held himself up over her. A strange expression appeared on his usually cynical face. Then, as Ted, rested, drawing his blunt, white cock half out, June heaved her ass upward. Again his prick sank deep inside her, her muscles spasming and contracting around the imbedded shaft.
"Hold it," Ted yelled suddenly. "HOLD IT! O-ee! Uh-uh-uh!" His warning trailed off into a series of short quick groans as he started to plunge frantically, furiously, as his cock started to shoot his heavy load of cum into her body. As he delivered, Ted's ass shook, its muscles quivering.
Finally, after a moment's quiet, Ted raised himself from her, his face suddenly furious. "You dumb broad. You wanted to spoil it for me! You made me cum before I was ready!"
He doubled up his fist and started to aim a punch at June's unprotected belly. Roy's big hand grabbed his upraised arm.
"Why you sonofabitch," Roy growled. "Dammit, man, she did exactly what you told her. You shot your goddam load. What more do you want? This?"
He waved a heavy fist under the startled Ted's nose.
"Now get the hell off her," Roy was snarling now in controlled fury. "Go sit in that corner over there. And if you get up, I'll ram this right down your goddam throat!"
June breathed more easily as Ted got himself away, knowing that Roy was still in full charge of the situation.
"Jee-zus Christ!" Roy continued, still glaring at Ted, "some dumbheads are never satisfied. Sorry, June ... He won't get at you again ... ever ... Or he'll be one sorry bloody mess."
Then he shot a glance at Al and Mel, and his sunny grin returned. "Now I'll really get June-baby grooving ... and wide open. Get her ready for you, Al-baby. She'll need it, and so'll you!"
June saw Al grin, then lower his head. "Aw," she heard him say, and he shuffled his feet, looking down at them. He had already, in the midst of the hot previous action, pulled out his shirt. It hung down to his thighs. Now he began to fiddle with its top buttons, loosening them. He looked at June and smiled.
Roy was already stripping off his Levi's, his motions quick and eager. June watched him carefully, remembering last night. Her heart was on the verge of going out to him. She watched him knock off his shoes and socks, then remove his shirt. She noticed his tanned abdomen and legs were covered with tiny traces of blond hair. Then he stood up tall and straight and stripped off his shorts. His long, hard cock, once freed, flung upward-stiff and throbbing. It seemed a perfect match for the rest of his body and his large balls hung tight and heavy in their sac. Admiringly, June reached up and began to rub her palm along the outside of his right thigh, as he now faced her. He still tried for cheerfulness.
"Now you get me, sugar-buns," he told her. And once again, it seemed to be all just between them. He sat down on the bed beside her, seeming to be hiding a sudden embarrassment. June grabbed at his stiff prick, and held it around the head. The delicate foreskin had peeled halfway down from it. June reached out to pull it further back, revealing the fullness of the shining knob. Roy threw a good-humored glance at Al, then back at June.
"Old Al here is the dessert course for all broads. 'Specially hot ones, like you. No . .. this kid's really got a prick that won't quit. Oh, he's modest, an' all that ... but he knows what to do with it. Don'tcha, Al."
"Aw, come on, Roy," Al finally said. "Get goin'. You think we're gonna wait all day?"
Roy lowered his head, his long, stiff cock pointing its head into his belly-button as he sat. His long shag-cut blond hair tickled June's stomach. He raised his head, casting a long look between her shapely legs.
"Oh-hh, honey, you're so juicy," Roy murmured. "I love ya . . ."
She still held firm at the base of his peter, pulling it. Once again, she was conscious of the strong masculine scent of his body, his after-shave whatever-it-was. Her eyes focused on the powerful muscles of his thighs, covered with their tiny blond hairs ... then on his even more powerful-looking cock, jutting from between his legs. She pulled at his shoulders. He lowered his head again, and kissed her nipples. Then he flipped his body quickly over her.
"Ready, baby?" he murmured softly. She nodded, then reached her hand down between her legs, her fingers prying open the juicy, glistening folds of her pink cunt-lips ... soft, dripping moisture rolled downward from them, like the juice of a ripened fruit.
Roy was over her now, his distended cock just beginning to lower toward the luscious target, its tip bobbing and grooving along the hairs of her wide-open slit. In a series of twisting shoves, his ass-muscles hardening, then softening, his cock burrowed deep inside her. Roy cradled her neck and head in the strength of his forearms as he drove hard and long into her.
June heard herself moan and grunt as Roy's hard belly slapped softly against the softness of her own. Once again, she felt his hairs mingling with hers as his long, hard prick pushed in and out of her cunt in its ravishing movements. She felt his mast charging into her, filling her with its great, swelling, delicious hardness. The quick-sliding phallus shoved in deeper and deeper, as Roy's lean hips slammed it into her up-thrusting cunt. A slow, surging tide of feeling swept over her, and she began to match with flowing ease the jabbing, fucking movements of Roy's cock inside her. All her inner muscles played about the surfaces of the heavy staff, and a familiar, deep tickle began to curl around her toes.
Oh, could this guy fuck! Oh, could he!
Roy was riding high upon her, his thighs barely touching hers, his belly only grazing along her softness. For a brief moment, he stopped, his thighs gathering hers between them, Then he began to plunge again, his hard-working hips straining hotly, banging against hers. Her hands and arms covering his pressing shoulders, June opened her eyes and caught quick glimpses of what was going on around them. In this corner, Ted was looking at them with a slack-jawed expression on his face. Slowly, he was beating his meat. Slowly, up and down, his hand kept time with every motion on the bed. The boy, Mel, was standing to one side, now totally nude, looking as though he wanted to come in closer. He was jacking furiously at his long, slender prick. June turned her head and face to Roy again, and felt his hot kisses absorbing her lips. Then she looked aside, and now there was Al, looking, rubbing his hands along his thighs, then ripping open all the buttons of his shirt.
Roy slowed his movements over her form, his shoulder blades pressing into her. He was panting, and June could feel the throbbing of his hot cock deep inside her. She clutched it with all she had, working the muscles of the neck of her womb until Roy shuddered, his lips whimpering along the sides of her neck. She now clasped her hands around his ass, softly rubbing her palms over it; up and down, round and round. He whimpered again, then sank fully upon her hot, perspiring body. He pulled halfway out, then sank in again. Suddenly, with a quick gasp of breath through his nose, Roy buried his face into her shoulder. She felt the mighty spasming of his cock as he roared into full orgasm. He jerked and twisted his body. And she felt each hot spasm as he shot his load into her steaming vagina. He plunged and shot, plunged and shot, while June felt the roaring sensation of each streaming load of hot semen. She tried to reach her own orgasm as Roy's cock emptied all its juices into her ... but she had lost the edge. As Roy finished the last pumping of his prick, June again looked at the quiet figures encircling them.
Mel stood up, facing close toward them, his hand charging around his young cock, until it began to discharge its healthy shots of sperm into mid-air. The lad's legs sagged slightly. Then he seemed to recover as he scanned the entwined, clasping bodies on the bed. Then, with his head thrown back, he began again. Ted simply stood up, his fist charging over his distended prick. He turned to the wall and shot his load ... its long hot wads streaming against it.
Al had quietly taken off his shirt, and draped it over a chair. Then June saw him loosen the top button of his pants. She could see his fingers tugging down the zipper of his Levi's; then she watched briefly as he began to remove the offending garment, one leg at a time. She caught a glimpse of some tremendous bulge jutting under his shorts, but then she turned her attention back to Roy.
"You didn't cum?" he asked her softly, his lips at her ear. Mutely, June shook her head.
"Sorry, sugar. Sorry," and Roy really seemed to mean it. "But don't sweat it. There's more on the way."
Her snatch was already itching for more, even as Roy rose from her belly, his long, dripping-wet cock pulling from her cunt. She felt Roy's cock leaving her unfulfilled. She turned her head away, almost petulantly. Roy was a brute ... Got his rocks, then left her ... Some lover he was!
"Don't sweat it, sugar," again Roy seemed to be reading her thoughts. "You'll come with Al, if you've ever come in your life. He's got it to give, baby. Believe me, he has!"
Al had now moved to the side of the bed. "Okay, Al," Roy sounded quiet, regretful. "Guess it's up to you."
Al pulled off his tee-shirt. All at once, June saw revealed his perfect torso, dark and tanned, like his face. She saw the muscles of his chest and the tiny matching circles of his small male tits ... mysterious little circles; she wondered what it would be like to feel them, perhaps kiss them. Her eyes followed the lines of the torso to the narrow waist; and then Al stripped away his clinging undershorts and let them fall to his ankles. June gaped, then gasped, at what faced her.
There, hanging heavily between Al's slightly parted thighs, was the hugest piece of long, male prick she could have imagined-even in nightmares!
Before her widened eyes, the thing was still growing, swelling in length and thickness, dropping rapidly toward the boy's knees. Its width all but covered the large, smooth ovals which clung beneath its heavy base. Even as she watched, Al's cock kept on expanding, until its tip touched past the half-way mark of his smooth, olive-skinned thighs. She was trying to gauge the sheer length of it-knowing that it was at least equaling Roy's fully hard cock that had just been pulled from her body.
Still gazing at Al's tremendous dong, she saw little, almost invisible blue veins begin to swell enormously, forming a network on the cock's surfaces.
Al took a step or two forward, the huge prick swinging and bumping between his legs. Al's close, almost pressing presence, there beside the bed, quickly drew June's attention upward toward the rest of his perfect body. It was not overly muscled, and Al was not really tall. But he was as beautifully proportioned as a Greek statue. The wide, smooth shoulders, the sharp delineation of the muscles of his belly and well-shaped arms appealed to her every sense.
Dropping her eyes from the boy's smooth, hairless chest to the dot of his navel, June grasped her hand warmly along the outside of his pressing thigh. Softly, she rubbed up and down on it, her fingertips beginning to play behind, into the crease below his left buttock. Then she reached around in front to cup his balls in her palm, feeling the warmth of the sensitive sac. Al placed one hand about the nape of her neck, and pressed.
Then, suddenly, his heavy-hanging sausage of a cock began to arch straight up, thrusting itself, fast into the air. Hardening now, as if all at once, swelling still more, it was arching over her body like the swaying arm of a derrick.
"Fourteen inches, and big around as your wrist, girlie," crowed Roy from behind them. "Huh, Al?"
Al nodded silently, still warmly grasping and chafing the skin of the girl's neck. June liked his touch, and felt the thrill of it. She wanted to be fucked by this boy, this tremendous specimen of good, hard cock. She leaned back her head, getting ready, groping her hand to feel for the giant throbbing instrument arching about a foot above her. Then she grasped it, firmly, pressing all along its full, swollen length, then massaging it-slowly moving its soft, smooth skin, sliding over the hardness of the shaft. Then she moved her hand to Al's rear, grasping it around a bare buttock.
"That's why I gave you all that cold cream, baby; and saved Al till last!" chimed Roy. "Do you think you can take all that?"
June rapidly opened her eyes, looking at the huge, erected engine of sex. "I-I don't know," she said, "it'll prob'ly split me wide open!"
But Al was soon on the bed beside her, pressing his belly against her. He raised his head over hers and kissed her on the lips, his hands busily fondling her tits. His enormous staff pressed hotly up the whole length of her belly, and the round, huge cockhead nearly reached the deep warm valley between her breasts. Kissing her again, covering her lips with his, Al began to move his hips, pressing and sliding his cock gently against her satiny skin. The moisture at the tip made a soft, slippery ticking sound.
Everyone in the room waited expectantly.
Al now pulled himself over and above June's body, keeping himself raised on his arms. Then June struggled to center herself beneath his body.
The long, stiff, arching cock shot up like an arm between them, waving and bobbing itself up and down. His hand reached for her excited wide-open snatch, all red and oozing. He delved into its sweetly aromatic wetness, then quickly jabbed his long middle finger deep inside. His cock stiffened and bobbed against his belly, high above her. Then he lowered himself upon her and drew his hand away.
She felt only the initial entry. She winced in momentary pain as the head and crown of the enormous cock pushed inside, spreading her cunt-lips wide apart. Her thighs jerked aimlessly, but Al was careful and steady. He knew how to pin a girl with all he had, he knew how to be tender. For now, he drove only the first six inches of his thick prong into her. Keeping himself still raised fairly high above her, he fucked her slowly, in and out, with just that much; with most of the giant piston still bare and stabbing down from his slowly moving loins. But it was poised and ready to plunge into the hot, now-streaming pussy. Al's thick round balls, fully exposed, hung down in their large, smooth-skinned sac, and had picked up the rhythm of his slowly moving hips and ass.
Without missing a single stroke, Al drove still another inch or two of his cock inside, getting the girl accustomed to what she had in store. For a full two minutes of action, he screwed her with just a bit more than half his length, while his senses roused him to new heights of passion. He still held back the urge to sink it in-all of it, at once.
His giant shaft had now widened her cunt almost to its limits, and the lips of it opened and folded, undulating around the girth of the moving staff. In his next inward push, Al shoved her another inch-then gradually withdrew, as if he were measuring; he plunged in yet another inch, keeping his strokes long and slow. His ass raised way up, then pushed down; his cock took on a wetly glistening look as it slid in and out of the soft moistures of her hairy twat.
Every curve and muscle of his naked body seemed to move, all geared to the single objective of pleasure. He still held himself raised on his arms, but his thighs now pressed against June's more and more firmly. His balls swayed gently, hanging from the thick, driving base of his cock. On his next downward stroke, Al drove in again, still deeper ... then pulled it out ... then in ... in-nn! In-nn!
OH, BABY! he thought.
"Ooh-hh!" June moaned ecstatically. "Ooh-hh! You're filling me up with it. You're filling me-ee ... Ooh ... more. MORE. MORE!"
With her cries in his ears, Al now dared to push nearly all of his engine inside. Only the bare, hairy base of his cock was still visible, his balls still dangling free, moving rhythmically. He joggled his whole thick cock from side to side, attempting to widen her channel walls. Then he pulled almost all of his enormous dick out of her. Then plunged it back in. In-nn!
June moaned again in her ecstasy. For a final time, Al accomplished an almost full withdrawal, revealing his tremendous prong, wet and shining in the light, fully bared to just behind its hidden head. Then he shoved and tunneled down, fast driving it in, all the way!
His heavy, smooth balls now slapped firmly against
June's inner thighs, then were buried in the moist, curling hairs of her wide-open slit.
Fully imbedded inside her beautiful lush body, Al rested and panted. Their bodies pressed together, their perspiration mingled, June, in an ocean of sensual pleasure, could not believe that that enormous prick she had seen distended from this boy's body, could be completely inside her. Where could it have gone? Where could it? It filled her from the lips of her cunt, to somewhere deep inside her womb. She worked and spasmed her inner muscles around it, the encasing rings of her vagina squeezing and working like tiny fingers all along it.
Al raised his head in pleasure, then lowered his cheek beside hers. Hardly moving, the two lay planted together like this for more delicious seconds. There was the quiet stir of excitement in the room around them, an air of expectancy.
"More!" cried June again. "Please give me MORE!"
"There's no more to give, honey." Al was still panting. "Guess you've got at all!" Then, letting his whole huge prick soak deep inside her, Al began to revolve his rounded buttocks, the muscles of them firming and softening. Then he began to raise and lower his hips, faster and faster, while June's began to .meet them, grinding.
It was driving June out of her mind, as she felt her cuntal walls and the neck of her womb, expand and swell with the unaccustomed fullness. Al's deep plunging motions increased, as he plied his huge tool in and out of her hot, juicy cunt. His strokes had become enormous and finally the girl sensed that the tip of his cock was nudging against the walls of her stomach.
Ten hard inches of thick male meat rode hard into her. Al's last, final thrusts had brought all fourteen inches into her-inside, right up to the hilt! At times, June felt she would burst wide open, but then would come the tender feelings and the turn-on of Al's smooth balls as they slapped against her inner thighs.
Again, for a second, Al stopped his furious fucking motions-the swollen glans of his cock the only part now inside. Then, swiftly, he glided the long, hard shaft deep inside her.
CHAPTER FOUR
June's legs trembled, and her mouth was pursed into a little round O. Her breathing came in a series of sighs as Al's hard stanchion advanced slowly inside her ... then dodged out . . . then slid in, plunging deeply. The hard, large knobbed tool pushed her cuntal walls, her very guts, further and further apart as the boy drove in and out.
Al's body now hardly touched her. His legs seemed to ride inches above her. Only their toes curled and mingled. The cock between Al's legs seemed to serve as the only connection between their bodies: like a giant, gleaming linking bridge of hard, moving flesh. He moved up and down in a series of short lunges, then he gave a long, penetrating one. June shrieked with pleasure, her passion uncontrollable.
For moments he now would keep up his wild plunging motions. Then he would stop them; burrowed deep inside, his huge cock resting, its head throbbing and reaching for all her vital organs, soaking in all her juices. Then he would rise, sometimes half-crouched over her, pulling most of his prick out of her, then wildly push in again. Sometimes her eyes would look passively, almost glassily, at the ceiling. But a smile, a kiss from Al would raise her to her full senses.
As Al felt the deep crimson of approaching orgasm now, he stopped all his motions. He lowered his dark-haired head, until his lips were fully pressed against her left breast. He tongued the nipple of it, his half-removed cock holding fast. It made her squeal breathlessly. Then he put his lips around the nipple, and began to suck. He played his tongue around its stiffened, rosy center. He kept this up, rousing her even more. June compressed her lips, but could not hold back the excited little cries that welled up in the back of her throat.
Then, still holding her nipple in the firmed circle of his lips, he swung his hips freely back and forth, letting his cock make its full ride. Then he sank fully down upon her body, his lips now on hers. Then once more he began to move his hips slowly, riding his slick, hard, giant flesh in and out of her thrusting body.
Up and down they went, grinding their hips, their torsos, together in complete union. Then June felt a sudden starburst of exquisite tingles, beginning to explode from deep inside her.
"OOHHH!" she cried out, her sense reeling with full, streaming orgasm, her hips plunging, writhing the huge cock riding itself hard in and out of her. "OOHHH IOOOHHH!"
Then her voice rasped into a prolonged whisper, "AHH-HHH!"
Al was again close, his long, full yardarm building a huge, tingling throughout its hugeness.
But he still wanted to hold it back-just a little while-a little longer. As he paused, his huge knob again buried to the hilt inside the wet well of her cunt, he felt his cockhead throbbing vigorously. He held back, held back ... a look almost of pain on his young face.
As he waited, they both looked around them at their three relatively quiet companions. The other boys, excited and drooling, had been unable to contain themselves.
The fifteen-year-old Mel was leaning forward in a chair, completely nude. The ugly Ted was trying to force his distended penis into the kid's mouth, jacking himself strongly. But Mel would have none of it. He kept his lips tightly closed and averted his face at each of Ted's suggestive thrusts. Then he would look back at the action of the two lovemakers on the bed, his knob hard and throbbing up and down between his wide-apart legs. Failing in his attempt, Ted, his hand charging madly over his dick, moved toward the wall. Still inches away from it, he let the full load of his cum spurt against it ... his thighs jerking wildly back and forth.
Roy was standing close to her, his cock hard and demanding. Suddenly, June felt its warm round tip pressing against her lips. She opened them, and drew his standing cock inside her mouth till his balls rested on her chin. He shoved in deeply, then drew out, then shoved in again, planting his rod inside the clutching moistness of her mouth and throat.
Dear God, thought the pinioned girl, as the enormity of her lust struck in upon her. Al's giant tool was again plunging slowly, steadily into her . . . again nearly driving her out of her mind. Once more she felt a glowing in her depths, like a coal igniting itself. For a moment, Roy withdrew from her mouth, administering a hard and steady hand-massage to his wet ... flaming rod.
June bit her lips, feeling Al's deep-plunging cock. "Ahhh-hh!" she moaned. "I'm cumming. Cummm ..."
Al moved his mouth to her other nipple, the sensation forcing her over the edge. Her hips jerked and heaved, and she uttered a muffled scream! The quick fiery cum convulsed her, covering Al's plunging, probing cock, giving it a shinier hue of added wetness. She had waited briefly for Al to withdraw that huge, driving engine out of her ... then feeling it still fully hard and strong inside her, she realized the boy had not shot his load. She marveled at it and the renewed slow and steady movements which once more were setting up teasing tremors in her body. She marveled at the return of her own desires-if they had ever left her. The boy still plunged in and out, his strokes speeding up, his lips circled around her nipple. Their joined passions again reached their zenith.
At this moment, Roy moved to her lips again, wanting in. She opened her mouth wide to his cock, and he plunged it back inside.
Al now raised her slim, young thighs with his hands ... Higher. He wanted her higher. His hands tugged her thighs up into the new position, while he threw his own legs straight behind, his cock still jammed to the hilt inside her cunt. He started another slow up and down movement, stuffing his giant piston into her ... his ass raising and lowering fast. Five or six, perhaps ten more of his strokes were enough ...
Then it all happened. All of it, at once. As June's third orgasm burst upon her, sending her hips into rapid gyrations, she felt the thick male rod imbedded in her streaming cunt give a slight twist and then, like a giant jugular, throb heavily. Al was quickly sent into the middle of a quaking, thrilling orgasm as his cock exploded, shooting its streaming hot sperm-juice into the walls of her waiting cunt. June felt every shot of his creamy, flinging wads. The short bursts came like lightning bolts. Al panted and gasped, and again put his cheek against hers.
Then, suddenly, Roy released the contents of his balls in her mouth. It all spewed out of him in long-giant bursts as June, now opening her eyes, tasted the quick spurts of his salty juices.
Al still atop her, his cock still inside the hot, juicy cunt, shuddered. Roy, completely finished, reclined toward her on the pillow. All three lay completely still for minutes, their gasping breaths playing hotly over them. Then, quietly, firmly, Al began again. His cock still wide and long had remained hard, and had seemed to have swollen even more. Amazed, June submitted to his strong assault. As he fucked mightily into the juncture between her flattened legs, she could feel his smooth, heavy balls slapping against the tender lower slopes of her ass. Roy edged away from them, watching Al's huge piston as it dove in and out of June's clutching love-hole, its dark hairs looking drowned and soaked with cum.
"I won't take so long this time, baby," Al managed to say between his teeth, his breath coming rapidly now. He kept it up . . . building . . . building . . . building!
Then he buried his nose against her throat, seizing her ass with both hands. She almost cried out again as he pulled her tightly up to him with each pounding downstroke of his giant, ramming cock. Almost unbelieving, she felt the first tingle of full renewal, as all her sexual forces gathered within her. Al was pounding his big, hot, sliding engine in and out of her, his ass plunging furiously, their bodies slapping together as their thrusts met each other.
"OOOHHHH! UHH-UHH! OOHHHH!" June was crying, all over again, feeling the mounting crimson heat in her whole lower body. "I-I. I'm CUMMM-MING-NGNG!"
Al cradled her head in his arms and kept up his long cock-strokes-the hard, long thrusts of fucking. He was embedded so deep within her that even he wondered where all the full body of his fourteen inches had gone. All he knew was that it felt like something he had never felt before. Oh, was this cunt a lay! Then he felt her deep-inside spasms, heard her little moans of ecstatic delight. Her hips writhed, then bucked against him in short, sharp thrusts as she felt the full fiery impact of her flowing orgasm. He drew out his huge joining shaft halfway, then plunged it back in, while his cock began to shoot its boiling jism.
Al shouted. "OHH-EE-YAY! OWW. Oh!" he yelled out loud as his cock again spurted his seed into her seething channel. Each shooting wad of white cream seemed to fly deeper inside, bathing her cuntwalls, flooding her nearly bursting vagina.
For a moment Al remained, feeling his prick begin to soften and shrivel. Finally he pulled it out, with a loud, wet sucking noise, and he fell away from June's body. He lay over on his back, seeing June with her hands pressed over her face. His clean, smooth chest heaved as he struggled to resume his normal breathing and June lowered her legs. She looked at Al as he began to climb off the bed and get to his feet beside her. She looked at his still moistened cock, which was shrinking fast to normal size.
Why, June thought as she looked, it's no bigger right now than Roy's, of any other I've seen in a completely softened state. Al looked at her, smiling, and reached for her hand, which he held for a moment.
"Now, that's what I call a FUCK!" a voice said, almost in her ear.
Startled, she turned her head. Unseen, her friend Roy had pulled up a chair, and was now sitting with his elbows on the bed. Before she could say a word, the tall blond Roy stood up, his hands massaging the smoothness of her belly. Next, he separated her thighs, which she had snapped together at the sight of him so close to her. He bent down as if examining her wide-open, drooling, sore-looking slit. She muffled a cry deep down in her throat.
Roy raised his head and gazed into her face. "What's all your fussin' about," he asked, "it's not hurting you, is it?"
She shook her head. "No," she said, "but-but I don't 'specially like that bird's eye view you just got for yourself!"
"To hell with that, sugar-buns. You just did what comes natcher-ly ... and a good job, too!" he drawled; suddenly she hated him for his cool, callous attitude.
He patted her thigh. "You're really somethin'," he said, trailing a finger along her hairy, wet cunt. "No kiddin'! With a piece like that between your' legs, you're cheatin' the world by not puttin' out even more!"
In spite of her frustrated embarrassment, more than faint traces of desire showed on her face. She was still so ... hot! Hot! She squiggled her legs, and turned her face sideways, feeling the flushed heat on her cheeks.
More. More! She knew she wanted MORE! It seemed that all eyes were still focused on her streaming wet twat. She reached down to cover it with a hand .. . but Roy immediately brushed it away.
But now young Mel was standing beside Roy, tugging at his arm. "Look!" the kid said excitedly, "it's my turn now! You didn't give me a fuckin' chance before!" His hard, pink prick, slender and standing straight out, throbbed in the grasp of his own hand around his nuts. "I wanna get it in and give it to her for real!"
"For real!" Roy's lips merely mouthed the words. He started to say something more, then apparently changed his mind. "All right," he said finally, "if June don't mind. But you'd better wait till she shrinks a little. After Al's little prick got through reaming her. You get in there now, and you'll think someone's waxed the ballroom floor."
June closed her thighs together, and tossed her head on the pillow. She didn't say it, though she wanted to: MORE, kid!
"Who cares?" Mel suddenly sounded stubborn, and he climbed onto the bed. June barely suppressed a groan. Her reamed, wide-apart pussy felt tender beyond belief, yet it was on command of her whole being.
Almost helplessly, from her lowered eyelids she watched slight, blond Mel scramble between her parted legs. She was welcoming it ... welcoming-ng!
Ohh-hh! She waited breathlessly.
Mel stuck the tip of his hard cock into her raw, red twat. It still twitched and oozed, just from the feeling of the aftermath of that glorious session with Al. Nobody could do it like Al. Nobody! Except Roy . .. Roy?
Now Mel turned, looking suspiciously over his shoulder. "Don't any of you wise guys go spoilin' it for me again," he said. He was determined to square it all with himself and with anybody around.
"Stop yapping, and shove it!" Roy said impatiently. Still eager and hot, June shifted position, trying to help Mel in his amateurish probing for the tender target. Then she reached down to take hold of Mel's slender but steel-hard prick, putting it into herself for' him.
He was over her, his fine blond hair getting into her mouth. She sputtered, but then began feeling the kid trying to kiss her on the lips. He had already begun his plunging and June was amazed at how strong that young, hard rod could feel. Faster and faster, their bellies touched as Mel started to slam home his pole, grinding into her. June soon began to feel the heat of his skin, the touch of him. She reached down to grab hold of his balls and, entirely beyond her control, her cunt-walls contracted sharply, grasping around the newest hard, plunging prick inside her pussy. She spasmed her inner muscles again.
"What the hell was that?" Mel sounded startled.
"What the hell was what?" Roy asked him, his own excitement growing again.
"Goddam!" cried the teener. "Her cunt's grabbing around my prick, eating it!"
Roy laughed. "Ream it out, kid. Teach it a lesson' Pour on the juice, Mel!" With this, the boy wriggled and shoved his hips, growing more expert with each of his motions. June was resettling herself, putting her arms around the boy's shoulders, taking him inside her more and more comfortably. His spirited young cock began to arouse her sensually, even though she was still dreaming of Al-and of that fucker, Roy.
Mel's yellow hair was pillowed on her breasts, his eyes were glazed with delight as his thighs pinned June's between them. He rose and fell on her belly with increasing dexterity as his rigid knob prodded in and out of her snatch. Mel's hands crept down her sides, then slid underneath her warm buttocks, obviously a move copied from Al; he began to raise her legs.
June was amazed to feel again a deep stirring within her. This kid couldn't be doing-it-to her-again! But in another instant, she knew that it was happening. Mel's rapid-fire prick action inside her cunt and vagina was breathing new fire into her lower centers.
"OOOHHH!" she whispered as a flood of sensation curled her toes. "OOOHHH! Her voice rose. "OOOHHH! It's-ooohhh-starting again!"
Their legs were now thrashing against each other and June began to buck her ass up and down, her hips grinding against the boy's fast-plunging groin.
"Is she putting it on?" it was Ted's voice asking.
"Shut up!" Roy told him with a glare. "Watch if you want to ... but shut up."
June's eyes were closed, but she could hear every word, sense the three pairs of glistening eyes watching every part of the sexual action. But she didn't care. She simply didn't care. Her legs shot higher and her fleshy thighs ground about Mel's slim middle as he lunged into her with furious energy. His fast, hot breathing titillated one plump risen breast, his open mouth upon it.
A spasm shook her, the mindless single upthrust she gave as her climax hit her with its full flow nearly lifted Mel from his knees.
"Aiee-eeeee!" she shrieked and flung her arms about him, clasped his still-plunging body to her. "Uhh-Oh -inn-nn! Ohhhh! Ohh-hhh. OOOHHH!"
She was still immersed in her own sensations, but now she could feel Mel cumming into her. She felt his ass shudder and shake as his flinging, hot jets of white sperm flooded her. She could feel every ounce of it, every streaming wad. As his orgasm ran its full course, she took her arms from around him-returning to the world of reality slowly. Slack-kneed, she lay quietly, letting Mel pull out of her.
In a moment, he was off the bed, dancing around the room, his soft cock flapping up and down against his belly. "I made her cum! I made her cum!" he crowed.
Roy laughed openly; Al was smiling. Only the scruffy-looking Ted still had a sour expression on his face. "So? You made her cum," he said disagreeably. "Big deal. She's-she's only another cunt!"
"Shut your damn mouth." Al spoke unexpectedly to Ted. It was the first word June had heard him say that hadn't been addressed directly at her.
"Yeah," Roy said, agreeing with Al, "shut up, Ted. She was a good little soldier. Eh, kid?" he patted her on the shoulder. "Don't knock the product, Teddy-boy."
Now he looked down at June, still sprawled like a rag doll on the bed. "How about it, sugar? You okay? Can you make it?"
"Yes, dammit. Of course I can." Her words came faintly as she still felt the full impact of the afternoon's fucking. She sat up, and the room whirled dizzily around her. Finally everything settled down, and she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She found herself trembling, but she was able to make it to her feet. The boys were already getting dressed, getting in each other's way. Roy handed her back her negligee, and helped her on with it. Then they were all ready to file out of the little bedroom, the scene of all their hot action. Only Al seemed to show some signs of regret at leaving. He reached for her hand again, and held it, pressing. But June felt in no mood to press back.
At the apartment door, Roy stopped, then confronted her nose to nose, a wide grin on his face. For the moment, June didn't know how she felt toward Roy: he'd been a bastard, foisting all this upon her. She tapped her slippered foot.
"Well, we've got to run, sugar," he said. He tried to draw her to him, and kiss her. But she avoided it. The boys started to move out the door, one by one, and again Roy just pecked her on the cheek. "By the way," he added, "you're a damn good fuck."
That did it. She was furious, and again the pink showed in her cheeks. Roy saw it-and the blazing in her eyes. Christ, he thought, isn't she ever satisfied? Dumb broad.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Roy offered, but she was still angry.
"Don't bother!" she told him, and she was making up her mind that she never wanted to see him again. Never, ever again. She slammed the door behind their retreating figures. Roy scuffed his way down the stairs, muttering to himself. He'd call her, nonetheless. He sure would.
After she had shut the door, June sighed, glad they were gone. She went to the bathroom to douche thoroughly, then take a bath. Her tired, exhausted body ached all over. She felt better-but somehow she felt changed, different. Perhaps more womanly satisfying four charging stallions in a single day. It was still a shock.
Finally she went to bed, and slept a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
The telephone ringing in the bedroom hallway awakened June. She looked at the bedside clock, wondering. Still groggy with sleep, she turned to wait for the next ring. She looked again at the clock: one minute after ten. She had already missed her first class, the nine o'clock History. Well, that could wait. Her next was the Home Ec, and Connie would be there, probably looking for her. The phone rang again. Maybe this was Connie. She stretched. Ooh!
But it wasn't.
"G'mornin', sunshine," it was that bastard Roy's voice, being especially cheerful. "Don't tell me I woke you up ..."
"Who ... who," June was sputtering; but she was awake and still feeling her aches.
"C'mon, sugar," Roy's words grew maddeningly expansive. "You know who. I just called to see if you were okay after the little session ..."
"Who ... what?" June pulled on the waist of her green pajamas, suddenly awake, growing madder by the minute. "Where are you?"
She heard Roy shuffling, then pause as if dragging on a cigarette. Suddenly she wanted one. She reached for an open pack on the table.
"I'm at work," he said finally, "at my old man's garage, if you want to know. Been here since eight this mornin'. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed; all that shit. So I'm just takin' a break, here in his office, and takin' a little time just t' see how you were ..."
"You needn't have bothered." June took a puff on her cigarette. Roy's voice sounded good to her, but she was still mad. Besides, her father was a banker. "Garage?" she said, and meant it as a put-down.
"Sure, honey. G'rage," he said. "Course, it's on the other side of the tracks. But he ain't doin' too badly. We're not. . ."
"I'm not interested," she huffed, flicking the ash of her cigarette in mid-air. "So. What do you want? "
Roy, in spite of himself, was becoming uncomfortable. This broad was too much: one minute hotter'n a pistol, the next minute colder'n an iceberg. But he knew he'd no doubt pulled a shitty on her. And that was really why he was calling her: trying to make amends. He kicked the side of his father's desk with a booted toe, groping for his next words. They were not exactly the right ones.
"Al," he said. "Al was asking for you this morning."
"I couldn't care less," she answered. If this was all Roy had to offer, it just showed what a moron he was. She had no patience with morons.
"Aw, c'mon now, honey." Roy was on the defensive. "I thought you liked Al . . . and me. You know. Come off it..."
June waited a full half-minute, dragging on her cigarette, before she answered.
"Fuck thee," she said, quoting from a current book she'd been reading. "You sonofabitch."
Then she hung up. Roy could almost hear the clatter of her phone on the hook. He sat there, still tapping his toe against the plain wooden leg of the desk. Then he kicked it. Damn broad, he thought. Typical college kid. Nice and hot, and juicy as hell. But with her nose stuck up in the air, and her head in the fuckin' clouds. To hell with her. But, deep inside, he was sorry. Plenty other fish in the sea, he told himself. But this broad . . . He'd see to it he wasn't going to get sick over it. But, jeez, she had class! And what a lulu in bed! He went back to his work, deciding he'd better forget all about this one ... this little number, with her straight little nose, those big luscious boobs and that hot wide-open cunt. He couldn't help wondering if she had any friends ...
After hanging up the phone, June paced the floor for a few minutes . . . thinking. She'd still show that kid a thing or two. Roy. Who the hell did he think he was, pulling that crap on her yesterday? Under her P-jay's she fingered around her pussy, wondering how she'd done it all especially with that good-looking kid, Al. It was still unbelievable what she'd been able to do with all he'd had to shove to her.
She got herself together finally. She'd dress smartly, with chic, as though nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. She put on that smart flannel skirt and bright red sweater that showed everything the way it should be shown. Putting on her lipstick gingerly, she wondered if Connie would notice.
Connie was waiting for her, practically at the classroom door, books clutched to her chest, looking as demure as a puss-in the-corner. June noticed Connie was a little breathless and bursting with the wish to talk. Well, after class they would go some place for lunch and lay some plans. Good plans, right-how plans. Besides, June told herself, Connie would be a good buffer against Roy and all the rest. And certainly, between the two of them, they could nail down a couple of nice, steady college mates.
Then she thought of Tom Richfield and his buddy, Len. They'd both be in her one-o'clock English class. That Len looked pretty nice, too; a real cocksman. He might be just the type Connie'd go for. Maybe they could all have cokes together later in the afternoon. And with the weekend coming up--well, they'd see.
By the end of their lunch in the big on-campus cafeteria, June and Connie had it all settled. From the beginning, Connie had seemed so anxious about moving into June's apartment; and about something else, too. Something at home, that obviously she didn't want to delve into now. June could tell by the way Connie kept biting her lower lip, and the way her blue-gray eyes would keep looking down at her plate, then flash upward again.
"You could come over after your last class," said June, "and help me arrange things. Together we could give it a good going-over. We could even fix some dinner while we talk things over. Then tomorrow, or whenever you're ready, you can start moving in. We can even figure out our budget. .. how we'll share things and all that stuff. No hurry, but, gee, Connie, I think we'll have a great time ..."
"Oh, so do I," declared Connie eagerly. "We've got so many things in common. I mean, you know, a lot of the same subjects, the same major ..."
Now the eyes flashed upward again.
"And I need someone," began June, "to talk to..."
"Oh, so do I!" cried Connie again. "I really do! You're like a breath of air from another world. I'm ... so sick of things at home. Oh, Mom and Dad are all right! I guess. But I, er, well, it's not their fault."
Connie had come close to mentioning her brother, but had quickly decided against it. She ran her knife along the edge of her plate, a slight frown settling between her eyebrows. No. She'd have to get to know June a little better, see how things turned out with them, before she'd go into any of that. June could hardly help noticing all the preoccupation. Well, with a little help from her, and a little time, Connie would tell all the things that were bugging her. And she could tell Connie plenty, too. June suddenly decided to change tack.
"There's a big dance coming up Saturday night," she said, "over at the Big Red. I think it'd be swell if we just wangled ourselves right into it. I know a boy, er, slightly ..."
She was thinking of Tom again, and his friend Len.
"He's in my one o'clock English class," June went on, "and I think he mentioned something about it." She knew this wasn't strictly the truth, but she also knew to pull Tom Richfield right through the loop would be as easy as apple pie. And that jock, Len, right along with him.
"He has a friend, too," June continued, enjoying Connie's heightened show of interest. "His name is Len ... and I think he's just made the varsity team. Of course, Tom," and she knew this was true, "is on the basketball team. Only a soph, but he's made it."
June's thoughts dwelt on Len for a second: he looked as though he'd also made it more as a gymnast than as a footballer. She wouldn't mind a roll or two with Len either, now that she thought of it. But time would tell. She began to feel itchy all over with little goose-bumps, and she watched Connie clapping her hands with delight.
"So, what d'you say we all meet at the Coffee Spot at about three?" June went on with airy confidence, "and we'll go into the details? I'm sure you'll like Len. And vice versa."
June left her friend at the steps of the English Building. Connie had a new look in those beautiful eyes of hers: in fact, she seemed to sparkle all over. Now for the rest! Leaving Connie to go into the building, June waited outside the classroom door until Tom, then Len, went in and took their seats. As soon as they'd settled, June entered, and immediately found a chair right next to Tom. They nodded to each other, smiled. Then June dropped a book. Tom leaned over from his chair to pick it up, then handed it to her. He flashed a broad smile at her and a slow flush of red appeared beneath the tan of his face, concentrating under his rather prominent cheekbones. June looked into his deep brown eyes for a second, then thanked him.
"You're terribly welcome," he said, then watched as she settled herself down, pulling up her skirt ever so slightly. He gulped, looked around at Len, who was sitting just behind them. June winked at them both, managed a blush. And before the professor had even appeared, they had made a date for coffee at three.
"I-have a girlfriend who's expecting me," offered June. "She's going to be my roommate, and we have to go over some of the details."
"Oh, we won't be in the way," said Len suddenly. "We'll just sit there like two little mice."
"Who asked you?" said Tom. "Who said anything ...
"Oh, that's all right," June quickly interjected. "You come too ... er ..."
"Len's the name," said the jock. "Len Butler."
"Good!" said June. "Oh, er, my friend's name is Connie."
For nearly an hour after class, the three walked around, first Tom, then Len, carrying June's books. The campus was so beautiful this time of year, and the air so clear and crisp. Finally, the three sauntered over to College Town, making their way to the Coffee Spot and to Connie, who was waiting. And so it went. Not only was Saturday night made into a firm date, but the boys offered to help settle Connie into June's apartment. Both wrote June's address and phone number into their little date-books, eagerly paid the check, tipped big then saw them to the door of June's apartment. June and Connie watched the two young men leave them, walking down the hill, waving back at them. Connie seemed beside herself with the happiness at having met Len Butler; her face shone a rosy-pink, both from her heady excitement, and from the crisp chill of the air.
"Maybe we should have asked them in," said Connie, as June let them in the door to the apartment.
"Not yet, Connie," said June, quickly looking about, checking to see if there were still any signs of the previous afternoon's company. There weren't. Not even on the corner wall, where that ugly jerk, Ted, had done his nasty thing. June shuddered at the thought of it all, but now welcomed her demure little guest.
"Sometime," Connie now began, her voice tinkling happily, "I'll have to tell you about a lot of things." She had begun to take off her outer things, making herself at home: the long woolen scarf she had worn about her neck, her outer jacket, a suede thing. She draped them carefully over the back of a chair. The same chair that Al, with his big schwanz, had sat in. June warmed at the thought of that.
"There are a lot of things I'll have to tell you about," she said to Connie, a decided throatiness in her voice. And she thought suddenly that she'd be telling Connie all about it soon, just to get her warmed up. And she'd see how shocked little Connie might be. She began to straighten things in the bedroom, in the closet.
"Here," she said, "half of this closet will be yours. And then there's the hall closet. And there's this chest and, lots of places where you can put things. This'll be a ball, Connie!"
The two girls chattered and planned. Then Connie began to unload some of the contents of her large leather handbag, which seemed to double partly as a briefcase. She set some of the items on the bedroom dresser. June watched her.
"What's that?" June said it suddenly, fingering the item which had appeared on the top of the dresser. It was tall, it had a rounded top ... but it was blue in color. It looked like a ...
"It's a pencil case," her friend replied, "you know, for pencils and pens. There's even a pencil-sharpener in the top. See?" Connie unscrewed the top, then screwed it back on again. God, thought June, it looks like . . .
"It's a phallic symbol," giggled June. "It's a phallic thing..."
"A wh-what?" stammered Connie.
"Oh, you know, Connie," said June, a matter-of-fact tone in her voice, "it looks like a guy's, er, cock. A prick. A big, shiny prick ..."
Connie looked faint for a moment, then flushed beet-red. She threw her hands to her face. "Ohh-hh," she said.
"Oh, you know. Tom's got one. And Lennie's got one," June began, settling down in a big chair, there in the living room. She reached for a cigarette and lit it. She inhaled deeply. Connie seemed shocked, but June decided that it was only the sudden surprise of blunt talk. 'That's just what boys have ..."
Connie knew all about that, but she wasn't saying anything. She thought of big-brother Jack, and that handsome married man.
'The only thing is," June went on, watching Connie's every reaction, "you can't tell ahead of time what any of them have, exactly. They're all shapes, sizes," she remembered she was quoting Roy, "and ..."
In spite of the way she was acting, Connie was more than interested in June's words. She looked at the pencil case, while June puffed on her cigarette.
"I had four in here only yesterday," June said. Again Connie's hands flew to her face, covering up her flushed embarrassment.
"Four what?" she asked, in apparent confusion ... but with an element of dread at the possibility of hearing....
"Four, er, cocks, you silly." June got to her feet, deciding that now was the time to get on with it. "So, settle down, if you want to hear about it."
Connie settled, and quickly became an eager listener as June told her all about Roy and his friends. June paced up and down as she went into the details of how Roy had suddenly appeared at the door with three of his friends and what had happened.
"There was one of them," said June, "a really nice-looking boy who had the biggest, er, cock in the whole world. For a minute I was so surprised, I could think of nothing but horses. And this kid, so tame, and polite. When he first put all his things down-you know, pulled off his 'undies' and things-and I saw his thing, I just about passed out! And then he came over me, on the bed-and he was so gentle-and he slipped it to me so gradually, I hardly felt it, at first. Then, wow ..."
"You must have screamed," said Connie, all concerned.
"No-oo. I didn't scream one bit," June told her. "With that thing in me, I felt stuffed. Really stuffed, up to here. But then I really grooved with it!"
"How big was it?" Connie wanted to know.
"They said it was fourteen inches!" said June, flicking the ash from her cigarette. "And I believe it. It must have been! And such a nice, groovy kid. Really smooth!"
"But all those others standing around," offered Connie. "What about them?"
"Oh, I dunno," June tried nonchalance, even though she was thinking of Roy. "Once I got feeling good, I just shut out all the rest. Only one of them was a real ass ... this Ted character. And then there was this other one, a real little kid, fifteen. I don't believe he'd ever fucked a girl before in his life. He finally got so excited, he got up into me-and actually made me come. For the fourth time!"
"So there were four of them?" Connie asked, and wanted to ask who the one last un-named one was. But seeing June's suddenly stiffened attitude, she decided against it. "Does that mean you came with each one?" she finally ventured.
" No." said June decisively, "it was three times with Al, the kid with the biggie. And once with that little nut kid. The others, well..."
That appeared to close the conversation, but it left Connie thinking about this Al. She'd never heard or imagined such a thing ...
The two girls finished dinner, but by the time they had washed the dishes, June felt her tiredness. On an impulse, she suggested that Connie stay the night. And Connie accepted with alacrity: she could not bear the thought of going back to the house, and the frustrations she knew would strike her, with big brother Jack sleeping just down the hall. Yes, that had to end. She was eager to pick up her new life with June, her new friend. They slept together in June's big double bed, cuddled and warmed by each other's bodies, as if there were hardly a care in the world. Tom and Len would be there the next day, helping with the carrying, the moving, the settling. The thought comforted them both.
The very next evening, Tom and Len, having spent the whole afternoon helping the girls in the apartment, lending their bodies and minds to the entire project, took them out to dinner. They had carefully chosen one of the nicer places and the dinner was excellent, the atmosphere just right. Then they took them home, seeing them to the front door. They had come to know one another very well, and they had already formed their pairs: Tom and June, Len and Connie. It was all so very comfortable. Then would come the evening after next, Saturday, at the Party Place. Or, as all the kids called it, "The Place."
And so, on Saturday night, the intervening time of anticipation warming their feelings, the four made their way over the dark country roads to the famed student hang-out. The Place was crowded to the hilt, and the music was loud and grooving-all perfect for the setting of a mood. The dance floor was jammed-all the better for close body-contact. The warming drinks, the music, the pressures of all the points of closeness, set their senses afire.
"What say, pretty soon," Tom was whispering in June's ear, inhaling the scent of her perfume, "we blow this joint and go back?"
"Back where?" asked June innocently enough. She looked over at Connie and Len, dancing so very close together, and knew right away they'd be ready to leave.
'To your pad," said Tom, close to her ear still. "Let's go! An-diamo, and all that bit!"
"Okay," said June, feeling all of Tom's warm points of contact, "what about the others?"
Tom gave a brief signal, catching Len's eye. There was a nod between them, and Len guided Connie off the floor. Good, stalwart ol' jock, Lennie ... They were all ready and, from The Place, the wheels of Tom's Ford flew over the road back to town. There was even a lot of good-natured joking: like, who's going to get to the bedroom first? It was then that June let her left thigh press against Tom's right and felt his hand on her knee, moving upward ...
"Flip a coin?" Len asked from the back seat. "We could flip a coin on the bedroom deal." He looked down at Connie and drew her close to him. He could feel her warm breath on his shoulder. "Anyway," he added softly "a couch is as good as a bed, dependin' on who you're with." He felt the nod of Connie's head and kissed the softness of her hair.
So engrossed in their mutual companionship were they all, that they hardly noticed the moment when Tom pulled up in front of the house-the old wood-Gothic affair that now housed several student apartments. In brief minutes, they were out of the car, and up the stairs to June's door. Connie giggled, feeling as free from care as she ever had in her life. Then they were inside.
"Feel like kissing me?'' June asked Tom, reaching out to him.
"I'll eat you alive," and Tom wrapped his red-sweated arm around her.
"Threat or promise?" she asked. All thoughts of Roy and yesterday had vanished from her mind.
"Wait'll you see," Tom whispered closely, lips pressing against her forehead. Again June caught the male scent, from the sweater perhaps; or after-shave cologne.
"I can't ..." she said, suddenly wanting to know what Tom looked like, all over, "... wait."
Tom gathered her in his arms and kissed her, and began rubbing up and down her spine. Their tongues swirled hot, with little sucking noises, around each other.
"Coffee, anyone?" Connie had headed off to the kitchen, Len right behind her, his firm body swinging with each of his steps.
"MMph-uh," came the only reply as the other pair, completely involved with their own interests, stood just inside the living room door. June had not even bothered to wear a bra under the tightness of her own sweater, and her zipper jacket lay open. Tom's pressures became warmer and warmer. In seconds, he had stuck his hand between the warm pressing of their bodies. He slipped a large hand just under the jacket, and cupped it around one of her breasts.
June thrust herself hard against him and he began to knead her luscious flesh between his groping fingers. He felt the erection of her nipple under his touch. Then June reached down below, touched, then rubbed his crotch. With a thrill, she felt the growing stiffness of his prick. It began to thicken and press outward under the binding clothing. His lips left hers and started to swarm downward from her chin to the softness of her bared throat then up along her neck.
"Guess we get," his mouth and lips still swarmed tightly over her warm surfaces, sending shudders of abandon through her, "the bedroom."
Quickly, he pulled away from her, and grasped her hand. Sounds of a filling kettle and cups upon saucers came from the kitchen. "Now's the time," said Tom, and he led the way to the bedroom, still holding June's moist little hand. In a moment, they were inside the bedroom door, closing it behind them.
Not another moment was wasted, not another word spoken between them. June's breathing became suddenly deeper and faster; Tom pressed his mouth against hers as his hands busily peeled away her jacket then cupped hard against her swollen breasts. They lowered to her waist and together their hands unbuttoned the sides of her skirt, pushing it down over her hips. Her hand reached for his waist, fingers probing under the wide, soft belt. Tom groaned softly, threw back his head. His fingers quickly unbuckled the belt and June slid her fingers to the uppermost part of his zippered fly.
"Bitch," he moaned softly, "wonderful little bitch. Get me. Oh, get me out!"
With that, he drew up her confining sweater, pulled it over her head and threw it aside. She stepped out of her fallen skirt and, in a trice, everything had fallen away. Her body, entirely naked except for her brief, sheer little panties, stood poised before his gaze. Her tits flung upward and he covered them with his hands, then with his face. He buried his lips into them, between them, kissing along their luscious warmth! The rose-pink shield of her nipples-little erected nubs of excitement-stood up to welcome the fervent pressures of Tom's mouth. His tongue parted from between his lips.
He grasped the supple softness of her ass then pressed her groin, grinding it into his. Her hands were now busy around his backside, feeling its warmth; then she pulled the zipper of his fly all the way. As he lowered his pants, with under-shorts, she began to feel his long, stiff prick jabbing against her naked belly. Rapidly he peeled off his upper garments, and tossed them aside.
She dug her fingernails into his naked back and arched her chest outwards. Her head was now flung back, her thick auburn hair hanging down behind her. It was now that Tom sank slowly to his knees and her panties came pulling downward in the grasp of his hands. His cock, like a rod of hot steel, jutted from between his thighs.
"Ohh-hh, baby!" Tom moaned, grasping her tender buttocks, kneading at them, "I need you so ..."
Then he nuzzled into her warm, hairy muff.
"MMMM-mmm!" was her only answer.
He went on exploring her hot, moist pussy with his lips. She quickly spread her legs apart, then looked down at the top of Tom's head. She felt the slithering of his tongue, around and around . . . burying itself deeper and deeper into her throbbing mound of cunt.
He began to eat at it ... thrusting his pink hard tongue into the folds of her bared twat, curling the dark hairs with its moistness. Hungrily he kept at it, his fingers digging into her ass, pressing them toward his open mouth, holding her hairy cunt tightly against his face.
June moved her pelvic region round and round as, finally, Tom found her little standing love button and began to twirl his tongue smoothly over it ... back and forth. "Mmmmm-nnnn!" June's large, full tits rose and fell as she sucked in great gulps of air . . . Then Tom shot his tongue up into her gaping cunt as far as he could go with it, wiggling its tip around and inside it. June ground her hairy mound into his thrusting mouth and tongue. She panted and panted, her breath catching in faster and faster gasps. Hot flashes formed steadily inside her body as she felt the rush of her cumming ... as her body and brain begged for release. Tom's hands grasped eagerly at her tits.
His mouth and tongue and lips lapped at her, and then she felt the full flow of her orgasm. He began to swallow every ounce of her surging cum, grinding his teeth against her clit. Her pelvis surged back and forth until her explosions racked her completely, until, slowly, she could stand no more. Her hip-movements subsided; then she withdrew from him lest she go completely insane.
Gently she lifted Tom's head, until he could feel the softness of her chin and cheek. Then she kissed him fully on the lips, now thrilling at the taste of her own cum. Her hand went down immediately, to the pressing length of his full, hard prong. She began to stroke it with light, tender touches.
"Ohh-hh, ummmm! You taste so good," Tom was saying; he ran his tongue across his lips.
"Come on," June now urged him. "Come onto the bed!"
And Tom followed her, his hands still clutching about her naked waist, his cock fully exposed and swinging heavily from side to side between his legs.
June took her place gingerly on the edge of the bed, her breasts gently swinging from side to side. Then she opened her arms to him, and he stepped inside their enfolding circle. His cock swung up and erect, facing her. She moved her face toward it then let her hands rest lightly on his thighs and began to lick around the bulging cockhead. It throbbed up to her lips, teasing them. She felt the tingle of excitement surging through her young body as she parted her lips. They both felt the warm tingle as his prick ran fully between her lips.
"Ohh-hh . . . that FEELING! Ohh, Christ!" Tom panted.
In an instant, he had pushed his stiff prick into her mouth, the clutching warmth all around it. Her head moved from side to side, her mouth opening fully around the full shaft of Tom's penis. Then it all but disappeared into her eager and enfolding warmth.
Working with her mouth, she squeezed hard as Tom drove his hips forward .. . delving the long shaft as deeply -as he could. Then June moved her head backward, pulling away ... then let her lips slip back onto it again. Her head moved over the full length of the male jut, the hardness of it, and she cupped Tom's tight swinging nuts with her hand. Tom began to surge back and forth with his hips, grinding deep into her ... giving her the most complete mouth-fucking she had ever had. He stood there, her hands around his thighs, flinging himself wildly into her!
June felt the round cockhead sliding back along her tongue then jab down into her throat. Then she withdrew, and licked the swollen sides of the jabbing prong, welcoming the head all the way down her throat until it touched her tonsils.
"Wait ...!" he cried softly, still jabbing into her with his meat. "Wait. I'm not gonna cum this way. I'm so hot... I'd drown you with cum!"
With this warning, Tom stepped back, slipped his wet prick out of her mouth. Glistening, it throbbed and beat up and down between them. June fell backwards upon the bed, trying to catch her breath. Tom now lay beside her, his hand between her legs, rubbing up and down along her swollen pussy.
June stroked his stiff prick until it jerked and struggled in her hand. She made her pussy ready for it ... Waiting eagerly for it. She gently tugged at the cock until Tom was over her, readying his body for complete mating. Now even his weight excited her! She raised her legs, grasped at the long, firm cock and guided it right into her gaping pussy-hole.
She sighed with pleasure as she felt the hard jabbing limb enter her and their centers rubbing and joining together. She felt the hard plug pushing into her welcoming socket. Then she squirmed around, then up, till the plunging cockhead reached up into her, hitting new and different places far up inside her cunt. Then Tom's swollen cock began to ram against her clit. Fervently she reached for his balls then probed beneath them, groping up to his asshole. He shuddered, then her touch centered around the softness of his swinging ovals.
Suddenly she bucked hard against him, driving her hips upward ... She spread her arms wide, her breasts shaking violently at each collision of their bodies. Hotly, she moved her hips from side to side, then round and round, till she felt every inch of his cock steadily ramming into her ... tearing at her nerve fibers. He rammed in again and she still clutched at his nuts.
Feeling the approach of orgasm, Tom began to soften his strokes. Finally he pulled himself nearly all the way out. But even as he did this, June tightened every muscle of her vagina ... and tightened still more as he rammed his stiff rod all the way in-to the hilt!
"Ohhh-hhng, baby," he was almost crying now in his passion. "Onngh! It feels so wild!" and he kept lunging with his prick into every corner of her cunt-walls, plunging the long staff into her to the hilt!
June felt every ridge of his bone-hard cock as it lunged in and out of her, the walls of her cunt contracting and fitting around it like a soft, wet glove. He was screwing her now with everything he had, his ass and hips flinging inches toward the ceiling then humping down upon her as he kept trying to delve into her warmly moist pussy deeper and deeper. He could feel every muscle of her cunt grasping, clutching at his rod.
He paused for a moment, deep inside her, his prick soaking in her juices. He groaned in ecstasy, June's cries almost matching his. He dug his arms around and under her shoulders, covering her wide-open mouth with his kisses then plunging his tongue in and out.
"Oh, you've got a tight cunt," he finally gasped, his lips devouring hers with soft smacking sounds. "Oh-hh, baby ... Fuck me silly! Fuck me silly with it!"
"Ohh-h, wfe-uh-uh. hon-ey-man, you bet I will!" she said. Their action again grew wilder and wilder as each roared nearer to full climax. Their bodies clashed together, his thighs and legs pounding into hers. June ground upward, into his pumping pelvis, letting her clit rub into the bush of his pubic hairs. This excited her with its electricity even more.
Both of them had reached a high point of frenzy as Tom nailed her, and nailed her again, his long rod moving, plunging, in and out of her body. Gone were their attempts to prolong it any longer and they abandoned themselves to the approach of supreme pleasure.
June felt it coming . . . COMING! She groaned just once, then gasped as she began to orgasm, freely ... exploding in her passion! Tom kept kissing at her breasts, burying his face into the soft alabaster mounds with the hard, erected red little nipples. These he stabbed at with his tongue. Then, moving his frantic hot kisses to her neck, he cupped his hands around her buttocks, pressing her groin into his.
Suddenly every muscle of Tom's body tensed and knotted under the smooth surfaces of his body. His balls tightened, his long hard cock plunged deep into her belly ... then he exploded the contents of his nuts inside her. He plunged his cock in and out as fast as he could, it spewed and shot, shot and spat its hot streaming wads of jism into her cunt. Feeling the giant spurts of his violent cumming, June thrilled anew and began to push her tongue-tip into his ear. She writhed up into him as he dug his still-exploding prick into her.
Finally, with the last spurt of his hot load filling her, he shuddered, feeling her fingers digging into his shoulder-blades. Then he slowed his pace, with the full peaks of his explosions past. They lay connected for a long time while Tom's penis shrank and softened. Hardly knowing that Tom was still inside her, June lowered her legs, only happy to have his firm, young body on top of hers.
"Ohhhh, honey," he sighed. "What an idiot I've been to have waited this long for this. First time I saw you ... I should've ... you know. You, you're some girl!"
"That's only because you're some boy," she answered. "Wow!"
They talked for some time, softly; and smoked a cigarette, still basking in the warm, heady aftermath of their lovemaking.
Long before this, Connie and Len had left the kitchen, steaming mugs of coffee in their hands, and repaired to the living room. The other couple's departure, the closing of the bedroom door, seemed to be a signal for them to start something of their own. They sat on the couch, their coffees on the low table in front of them, their bodies close and touching. Connie felt the welcoming warmth of Len's thigh against hers. For a moment she studied his strong, clean-cut face as he threw his hands back behind his head and gave himself a backward stretch. Trying to keep busy in her somewhat nervous excitement, she began to stir sugar into her coffee.
"Want some?" she asked. She loved the closeness of his body, the strong, muscular legs. She loved everything about it. She watched him shake his head.
"Yes," he said, "but no sugar..." He kept one hand behind his head and, with his other one, reached for hers. "I just take it black ..."
Then he turned his head toward her to kiss her on the chin then let his lips lower to her throat. Connie responded immediately. Her whole relationship to her new roommate had opened new vistas to her. This smooth, highly-muscled young man was so different from brother Jack or anyone she knew. Len leaned back, pushing his full crotch upward. He was still not sure that this girl was ready, but he saw that her shyness matched his. He pressed his thigh into hers more tightly and pressured his lips along her chin until he found her moistened mouth. He felt her lips pucker as he kissed her again, this time fully on the mouth. He pushed his crotch upward then sank back.
She reached for his thigh then moved her hand toward the firm, hard mound swelling in his pants. He felt her fingers groping for his prick . . . and they both suddenly heard the strange, jouncing sounds coming from the bedroom. Len quickly reacted by unbuttoning her blouse. Then he began to stroke her breasts. His fingertips felt the hardening of the tender but aroused nipples. He felt the surging of his hardened cock inside his tight jockey shorts as if it were demanding full release, straining for its freedom.
Their kissing had now become more passionate and they were thinking of nothing but the pleasuring of their bodies. Connie's hand quickly pulled at the zipper of his fly; his hands searched about the fullness of her tits. Suddenly he was unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it from around her shoulders ... pushing it down. Her legs thrashed, and his fingers were at the side-buttons of her skirt, opening them. In the next moments, Connie's hands had ripped open his shirt and laid his fly wide open. Len lifted himself from the softness of the couch, letting her hands pull down his pants, revealing his nakedness.
His hard, thick cock stood up from his loins, jerking and throbbing, like an animal unleashed. Connie had never seen anything like it: the sheer thickness, the wide, hard base which continued almost to the crown, the delicate scar of circumcision . .. the whanger tapered thinly to the round, firm lips of the cockhead which seemed too small for the rest of the rigid staff. Warmly, she clutched at the base of the hard prick, her fingertips lingering at the low, loose-hanging balls.
Len now tore off his outer shirt then lifted the skivvy shirt over his head. His stomach throbbed with his pulse. Connie's legs moved smoothly as Len relieved her of her panties. He wanted to dive quickly down to the soft-looking muff between her legs. He wanted, somehow, to get the crisp, curly hairs that covered it.
For a moment she studied at closer and closer range the head of his cock. She knew about circumcision ... Brother Jack was circumcised and he had explained it all to her. Then her hand gripped firmly around the wide, thick base of Len's jutting cock, feeling the testicles hanging low beneath it; she wagged the stiffened member back and forth before her gaze. Quickly, Len gave an upward thrust, the head of his cock streaming with its clear fluid. Then he felt Connie kissing the head of his prick, and tonguing into the tiny slit at the apex.
Connie looked at the thing that she held in her hand, quickly figuring it was as wide as her own hand; then she let her lips sink over the narrowed head, her tongue-tip tasting the saltiness which emanated from it.
"MMMM-mmm!" he moaned, pulling away from her hot advance, his cock throbbing out its mysterious elixir. "Here! Let's do it this way!"
Quickly, he gathered her in his arms, then turned on the couch so that he lay fully on his back. He pulled her nude form over, then on top of himself. Their warm, bare bodies lay exposed to each other. Balancing Connie's lithe, thin form above his body, he moved her into a squatting position, her fleshy buttocks directly over him. Firming his hand at the thick base of his cock, he shoved upward to let the head of it press against the warmth of her hairy pussy. Feeling the first entry, Connie's body tensed and little goose-bumps formed over her entire body. Then she felt the sinking of the narrow head; inch after inch of the thick, widening shaft spreading apart the walls of her cunt as it disappeared into her waiting body.
Now she sat on the boy, completely in place. She hardly moved, realizing that this was a cock to be enjoyed! She raised her ass, the luscious curves of her young buttocks, just to let the enormous thickness begin to slide in and out of her squatting body. Soon, the thing was providing the wanted friction against the walls of her cunt. Supporting herself on her hands, she leaned forward then felt his standing rod, stiff and thick, beginning to slide in and out of her gaping hole ... probing upward inside her softly jouncing cunt. Ohh-hh, the wide-thickness of it! Connie had never dreamed anything like this. Her twat gaped wide beneath her, as the thick rod of prick struck into her.
Her tits swung free from her body while, pinned beneath her soft, creaminess, Len reached up with his hands. With one hand, he reached to cup them hard while, with the other, he grasped at his hanging nuts. Then he pushed up, firmly, against the heat of her body. Connie let her breasts hang loose as she leaned over the boy's body. Then she felt Len stab upward with his hips, felt the deep, penetrating thrust of his wide, thick rod ... like an upright pyramid entering and filling the walls of her cunt to bursting-point!
Connie began to pant. She had never imagined anything like this: the wide thickness prodding her open, jabbing through the gaping, pink lips of her hot cunt. Her breasts, her quick-standing nipples almost throbbing with every inward thrust, flopped madly with each motion. She gyrated her hips faster and faster, as Len pumped his thick, pyramid cock up into her. As their bodies moved faster new dimensions were added to her senses and she began to apply her imagination to every one of their strokes of lovemaking.
Len lay flat on his back. He felt her body, the heat of it, rub wildly against his. He forced his thick, demanding sex deeper amd deeper inside her, his low, loose balls hanging between his parted thighs.
"OOOO-HH-hhh!" Connie was moaning now. "SHOVE IT ... SHOVE IT! ... SHOVE that beautiful thick thing in-nnnn! Ohh-hh! All the way ... In-nnnn!"
Her hands were now playing fervently with all his equipment. She cupped his balls in her hand, then rubbed between his parted legs. "Ohh-hhh!" she cried, "let me have it... all of it... ! All the way-ayy!"
Her hips were a blur of rapid motion as her cumming exploded out of her tender, hairy box. She leaned back, as Len shoved again deep within her. Her chin pointed to the ceiling. "Ohh-hhng!" groaned Len. He had felt her hot, rapid surges .. .
He pumped himself harder into her while she shook her head from side to side. Then he dug his fingers into her soft-hanging breasts, then, with a mighty upward jab, he slapped his pelvis against hers. His balls had already begun to tighten . .. ready to explode . . . Then he took his hands off her tender breasts to reach under her ... to hold the rich curves of her smooth buttocks.
He raised her a bit, jamming into her hot clutching warmth . .. giving himself just a little more room. Then he stabbed upward with the full thickness of his cock.
Connie panted loudly, her mouth wide open ... As she kept on cumming .. . continuously, as if her cunt were being milked dry ...
Slowly, methodically, her supple body pumped and pumped, as her white cream loosed in a flood down the insides of her thighs. Len felt the warmth of her flowing, felt its cascading down his ramming shaft to heat the surfaces of his groin. He raised Connie a little more to give himself more room to stab upward into her with the thickness of his prick.
"Ohh-nn, baby," he whispered. "Right on! Ohh-nng! Right on!"
He shoved up into her, his hips and ass thrashing up and" down on the soft couch. Connie's head was thrown back as she kept cumming, her body jerking .. . and she panted loudly through her open mouth, her breath rasping. Large streams of woman-cum dripped out from between her quivering cunt-lips, and splashed down on Len's body.
Len's low-hanging nuts began to tighten, pulling upward inside his sac. He felt the surging tide of hot, uncontrollable orgasm reaching into his every fibre. He gave more upward push, deep into her clutching hole. Then he came in a series of racking explosions, his spurting wads of white, thick semen streaming into her box ... his cum adding to hers. Connie closed her eyes as she felt the rapid spurts shooting up into her.
"OHH-HH! UHH! UHH," he moaned. "Squeeze it, baby. Work that sweet pussy . . . all.. . over it!"
"Ohhh. .. UHH! UHH," Len went on, crying, "oooohhh!Uhh!"
"MM-mmm!" came her low answer. She was ready for still more. "Touch me down there. Touch my clit ... Give it to me ... Ohh-hhnng!"
Len's cock still throbbed with its last diminishing shots. Connie jabbed her cunt down over its hard thickness. Then he reached up and rubbed her cunt, feeling her clit. Immediately, it sent her into renewed spasms, as she began to explode once more into heavy orgasm.
"OOOHHHH!" she was crying softly now, "that's it! Thaa-aat's it! Ooohhh! I'mmm ... cummm-inng! Ooohh!"
Len kept on jabbing up into her, sensing how hot she was . . . Hot tingles reached down from the head of his prick to his groin ... though he knew he was finished .... for a while. He was so young, so smooth, his cock so thick, so heavy, Connie kept wanting more. "Oh, do it more!" she cried, still bouncing over his thick shaft, imbedded inside her slot. "Do it morrre."
He tried briefly, then gave it up. The bedroom door opened, and the other two emerged arm in arm. Tom had pulled on his jockey shorts, June had put on her thin, sheer negligee. For a brief moment the two surveyed the scene on the couch. Then Connie toppled off and away from Len, leaving his thick, shining wet prick exposed in the light. Connie sat upright on the edge of the couch, placing her hand over Len's naked hip. She seemed abashed. June returned to the bedroom, and came back with a brief terry-cloth robe for Connie. She kept eyeing Len's strong, athletic form, lying naked on the couch. She watched him rise and half-cover himself.
"How about some sandwiches and cola?" June said, putting gaiety in her voice. "Connie and I'll make them and you two guys can watch!"
Languidly, Len reached for his shorts but June stayed his hands. "Oh, wait," she said, then laughed, "Just come as you are!"
"I've already cum," said Len, "like crazy."
"Oh, man," said Tom, putting his arm around Len's broad shoulder, "You're too much!"
The two followed the girls into the kitchen, Tom's lithe body moving silently. As June and Connie made the sandwiches, the two boys watched and relaxed. Then they sat in the living room devouring the luscious eats. All four, just watching one another, quickly warmed up to the idea of further situations. Suddenly Tom rose from his chair and calmly peeled off his shorts, one leg at a time. Then he cast them to the floor. His cock was already half hard. Len's prick was beginning to harden too, swelling to its full thickness.
"Hey, June," said Tom abruptly. "You got an old blanket, and a bottle of wine? You know ..." he grinned at her. "a jug of wine, and thou ... and a hank of blanket?"
They all laughed, knowing something had come into Tom's mind ... something that would be fun. They had all begun to get the urge for more action.
"Sure I have. Why?" June asked, clapping her hands together. She still watched Tom's smooth, lithe body, taking in the narrow hips, strong broad shoulders. Yes, she wished that they'd come to know each other sooner, too.
But she was looking at Len with more and more curiosity. He wasn't quite as tall as Tom but he was a real jock and loaded with some very hard muscle. She was fascinated by the way his biceps swelled and wriggled under the smooth skin of his upper arms every time he moved and the hard knots of muscle on his chest. As she glanced lower at him, she thought she had never seen so wide and fat a cock and one so stiff and rigid, now, as it poked straight up from between his legs, the narrowed smooth head glistening again with new flow of excitement and readiness. Suddenly Len stood up and June saw his cock fling straight up from his loins .. . hard as a rock . . . his balls hanging low in their sac. Wow, she thought.
"I'll go get the bottle," Connie said as she quickly headed for the kitchen. "I know where it is!" They all watched her petite frame skipping into the other room.
"So," said Tom, his hand over June's shoulder, the back of her neck, "you get the blanket, and spread it out on the big double bed ..."
June took one more close look at Len, and ran merrily into the bedroom, making a brief search in the closet. The boys were right behind her, with Len leaning with arm stretched up against the door jamb. Connie immediately came behind him, a large wine bottle in hand, pushing against his back with the bottle's chilled glass. Len jumped into the room and Connie giggled. June passed her old blanket to Tom's reaching hand and the two boys together spread it rapidly over the bed.
This done, June, without a sound of warning, leaped upon the bed and started to jump up and down on it, her hair flinging wildly around her luscious tits. She giggled like a little school girl and kept jouncing higher and higher. Connie, beside herself with glee, soon decided it looked like fun, and joined her. For minutes the two of them bounced and flopped on the bed, rolling and laughing.
"Okay, you two," said Tom, grasping the heavy bottle at the neck, "enough! Enough! Now I need a volunteer!"
There was a steady, almost sly smile on his face; and Len, curious, stood beside him. The girls quieted down and June looked at the boys, her face suddenly serious. Though she thought Tom wasn't the sort who would hurt her, there was a shadow of doubt in her mind.
"What for?" they both asked, almost simultaneously.
"Well," Tom said, a slow grin curling the corners of his lips, "I'm an admiral's nephew .. . and I'm all for christening ships. So we have a new ship going, now ... call it friend-ship! So, let's christen it ... and we can use either one of you to be christened. So, who's it going to be?"
Both girls hesitated for a moment. , "C'mon," said Tom, "don't be bashful. Which one ... which one?"
Giggling again, both girls stepped forward on the bed, standing on it with their legs apart, facing the boys.
"Okay, then," intoned Tom, "with this wine, and these lovely, lovely girls-females ... like all the ships at sea-I hereby christen thee New Friend-ship and wish all here long life, good health and good times ... !"
"And all that good stuff," chimed in Len with a short laugh. The girls giggled excitedly again and clapped their hands. Tom shook the big bottle up and down, and unscrewed its cap.
Tom's long, fleshy prick hung downward, half-soft, between his legs. Len's organ still had its rigid upward thrust, ready again for some strong action. June couldn't help gazing at its hard thickness and wanted to grab hold of it just to see if she could get her hand fully around its sturdy base and shaft. She longed to fee! the warm-looking, low-hanging balls.
Tom interrupted her thoughts by aiming the top of the bottle straight at her hairy muff, sloshing a heavy dollop of wine into it. She writhed a bit at the feeling.
"Hold still!" Tom was laughing.
"I can't," she said. "It's cold!"
She felt the chill of the amber wine as it soaked her pussy, then began to run down between her thighs. Tom sloshed the bottle and its contents again, making sure she was good and wet, before he put the bottle down. The wine was really dripping from her gaping muff, running down the sensitive insides of her legs and slopping on the old, soft blanket.
Suddenly Tom lowered himself, half-kneeling before her and began to lick her, his tongue lapping and thrusting along the insides of her parted legs. Then he nuzzled into her cunt, slipping his tongue into her, wildly digging with it. He continued to lap and suck her and kept opening his mouth wider and wider, just to envelope all of her soaking, wine-tasting cunt. He licked at the lips of her pussy and probed her clit with his tongue-tip as hard as he could. June, her hands caressing around the top of his shoulders, threw back her head, abandoning herself completely to the wild, almost stinging sensations.
"Oohh-hh! A wine douche!" Connie cried, watching and waiting for her turn. "Wow. Far-out!"
Tom had grasped June hard around her soft buttocks, kneading the rich curves of her flesh. He pushed in closer then began to maneuver her down till she was lying on her back. Then he began to eat her in earnest.
"Ooohh-hh! Ohh-hh. Uh, baby," June was crying in near frenzy. She felt his surging tongue flicking against her cunt, probing hard and with fast thrusts into her twat. She lay on her side, and wrapped her legs around his back, raising them to his neck. Tom kept it up, shoving and thrusting with his rapid tongue, rutting her with it. He kept his lips busy with their devouring motions. Her legs writhed in pleasured agony. Len now sat down next to her on the bed, his ass-cheek resting against her shoulder, his legs stretched out before him. He began to kiss June on the mouth as Tom remained busy at her muff. Then he felt a hand wrap around the base of his thick cock and begin slowly to massage up and down its erected shaft. He kept his eyes closed as he shoved his tongue deep into the warmth of the struggling girl's mouth . . . then realized it was June's hand that was trying to encircle his prick. Then he felt her fingertips, trailing down about his balls, trying to gather them but feeling up and down their sensitive skin.
He gave himself up to the feelings she was producing, and kissed her even more wildly. Then he felt light, exciting caresses rubbing against his legs, then fingertips swirling around the head of his cock. Then he felt the press of lips against his shiny cocktip then circling over it, then sinking right down the shaft.
This was Connie sucking the flesh of his upper prick while June's hand firmly massaged its thick lower length, fingers trailing around his nuts. He opened his eyes to look and saw Connie kneeling over him, her head bobbing slowly up and down. He savored the deep sensations produced by her firm, steady sucking and felt the moist point on his rigid shaft where Connie's lips and June's first met each other. For a moment he looked further down, watching his friend, Tom, kneeling over June, eating her with fury-then saw that Tom had his hand around the cheeks of Connie's ass and had imbedded a finger deep inside her twat. This was all going on while he saw that June's other hand had grasped the root of Tom's long cock, jacking at it steadily. She was rubbing both their pricks at the same time. But it was Tom's cock, as Len could tell, with its swollen jerking head, that looked ready ... that Tom was about ready to shoot his nuts.
Len buried his mouth and lips against June's again, shutting it all out ... except the feeling of a busy mouth and a busy hand over his wide, stiff shaft. He heard the slurping, slushing sound of Tom's mouth over June's cunt. Then, under his kisses, June began to groan and her lips freed themselves from his own.
"I'm cumm-mming! Ohh-hh, I'm cumming!" she cried, and Len felt down with his hand to feel her orgasm pumping her fluid out of her. Len noticed that June had let go his cock and was now on Tom's, whacking the head furiously. He saw Tom suddenly sit bolt upright, letting head June's love-hole with its mixed taste of wine and cum. Just as Tom exploded his juices, the jism shooting its thick whiteness outward, Connie took her mouth from the top of Len's cock, struggling and spasming with her own crimson explosions. "Uh-h-Uhh-h!" gasped Connie. Len felt the hot splashes of cum striking his body, his legs being doused by Connie's cum. He didn't know whether it was June's cum or even Tom's shooting over his body. But he didn't much care.
Suddenly, he felt hands groping at him, feeling everything, trying to push him flat down on his back. "What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose." It was Connie babbling. She had reached for the wine bottle.
Len hardly knew what to expect next. He leaned back into the flouncy pillow, shutting his eyes, aware that he was the only one of the group that had not reached full satisfaction. His cock throbbed hard and thick over his groin, and he pushed a hand down into his pubic hairs and raised his rod of sex to a standing vertical position. June bent low to kiss him on the mouth. Then Connie soaked his cock, his stomach with great splashes of the wine. He felt it smarting and tingling at contact with his sensitive balls. Then, Connie looked at Tom who was beginning to gobble between June's legs all over again.
So just for good measure she doused Tom and June's gaping pussy with fresh sloshes of the thick muscatel Finally, she busied herself with Len's wine-sticky cock, taking it deep into her mouth, sucking it, then alternating by taking his sweet-tasting balls into her mouth then licking off all the wine.
"Oh, my God!" Len moaned, "ohh-hh! That's good!" He began to jab upward frantically up into Connie's clutching mouth.
In the next instant he came in a series of long, hot, violent explosions. His thick cum, mixed with the wine, flooded into Connie's throat. With retching gasps, she swallowed each spurting ounce of his delivery, his fingers digging into her ass as he held her writhing body over him. Then he was finished and he held Connie tightly as his cock jerked with its last empty spasms.
Tom was just lifting himself away from smothering June's soaking cunt with his mouth. He gave her a light kiss between her thighs, then reached for the wine bottle. He drank some of the heady wine, then handed the neck of the bottle to June. She drank too. They watched Connie's head still bobbing up and down over Len's slowly softening cock. Her hand slid around his drenched thighs, then cupped his low-hanging nuts. Tom and June retired to the deep cushions and bolsters of the single bed.
As they watched, Tom draped his warm, naked arm over June's smooth shoulder. He was just able to reach her left breast, and he fondled it. He pressed his fingertips over the nipple of it. Silently, they passed the almost empty wine-bottle between them and watched the action on the opposite bed.
Connie's head bobbed faster and faster up and down on Len's wide, fat prick, urging it once more to full hardness. Connie now moved up to her knees, her round little hips and buttocks gyrating as if to tease, to excite! Then, without a second's warning, Len had swung his limber athletic body up and around her. His cock was fully erect again, dripping with saliva, wine, and cum. Quickly, he ran his finger over, then up and down Connie's slit then stuck it up inside. She lurched forward. He moved his finger round and round, reaming her. She opened her mouth, as if to scream. Then he jounced quickly up behind her still-kneeling form, straddling her and shoved the head of his cock into her. His next shove into her pussy, as he mounted her from behind, almost sent her spinning. Now Connie opened her mouth, sucking in air as fast as she could ... trying to catch her breath which was coming in gasps.
Len fervently, with his eyes shut tight, his hands around her narrow waist, began to fuck her furiously, dog-style. He was now leaning hard into it, his hips firmly charging back and forth, his cock parting her pussy wider and wider.
"Ohh-hh, baby!" Len moaned, "get me! Sink it baack! Ohh,yow-eee!"
Connie pushed back and forth with each one of his heavy, well-lubricated strokes.
It all looked too good for Tom and June to contain themselves. Tom was already finger-fucking June all over again ... then he stopped.
"C'mon, June-bug," he said, still retaining his mastery of the situation. He breathed deeply into her ear. "Let's get on over there!"
With two or three jumps, they were on the bed next to the surging pair of dog-fuckers. "Down y' go! June, baby," Tom said, and in a moment, June was kneeling close beside Connie-and there was a thrashing and intertwining of legs and arms. Bodies touched and chafed together. The bed sagged with the combined weights and actions.
June quickly flung herself into place on her hands and knees, her full tits brushing against Connie's smaller ones. Tom shoved his finger up into her slot, then pulled it out. Then, almost at once, he replaced it with his long, hard, fleshy cock. His balls beat softly against her backside. His knees bent right behind her, his hands firmly holding her warm hips, he shoved and sank inside her.
Thus, the two boys fucked side-by-side, pinioning the girls with their rapid strokes. Their cocks slid in and out with wild abandon ... then with a signaling nod of their heads, Tom and Len changed places, struggling over each other. With a gasp of surprise, June felt the wide thickness of Lennie striking hard into her. Connie felt Tom lunging into her, slapping his hard pelvis into her. Thisss ... thissss was even better than Len's thickness and she thrilled with Tom's smooth, long penetration as she welcomed him.
Soon, they were panting . .. and all four orgasms reached their ultimate pitch in the same moment. Connie had begun thrashing and moaning as Tom, behind her, had rapidly picked up the speed of his in-and-out motions! She could feel the tension all over again .. . and she couldn't hold back .. . couldn't hold back! She dug her fingernails into the sheets and started to come, the flows coming over and over again! Her body twisted and convulsed with each new wave of her frenzy.
Then June began, feeling the lunging of Len's prick, as wide as her wrist ... hot and thrusting ... She gasped and gurgled with her pleasure as the thick stanchion began to spurt its hot, white liquid into her pussy. Len himself was involved in a frantic blur of motion and suddenly it was like a thousand bright lights of explosions going off in his cock all at once! He came with such a fury, that his boiling jism filled June's box to overflowing. Len gasped and sighed, as every hot surge of his phallus racked him.
He covered his balls with his hand, and looked over at Tom plunging furiously into Connie's up-ended twat, Suddenly Tom threw back his arms, wide, over his head. "Ohhhhhh-hh! Sheeee-it!" Tom cried, gasping with each breath. Then, poised inches out of Connie's body, he began to cum ... "Cumming, cumming ... ! Ohh... ! Ohh-hh!"
"Wow," breathed Tom finally, "this was the best ever. Just tonight."
He rolled over on his back, Connie clutched in his arms.
"Hey, Len!" he cried, at last, "we've had the two best fucks in town! And guess who discovered them. US! And June-baby helped a lot too!"
June snuggled up under Len's warmth and went on playing with him. The rest of that night stayed as a memory for each of them. They played and slept and drained each other of every last ounce each had to give!
CHAPTER SIX
For how many days, or even weeks, the happy foursome kept up their fervent activities, only June knew. For, almost daily, she kept her private diary of the events: the classes they went to, the times they lunched on hamburgers together, and the two Sunday afternoons when they picnicked at a lakeside beach. She shared her written words with no one, not even Connie, whose happiness she recorded as faithfully as her own: each session of fucking in bed, the interchange of partners . . . the repetition of the wine-christening ceremonies. All of it flowed from her busy pen.
But it was not to last, and it ended, for the time being, as quickly as it had started. One late Sunday afternoon, after a wondrous session in the girl's bedroom, the four youngsters eagerly laid plans for a trip into the mountains for the following weekend. All the next day the two girls talked excitedly of the plans, June chortling with her delight and anticipation. Then, Tuesday evening, the phone rang ... It was Tom, sounding very hang-dog about something.
" 'Fraid we can't make it this weekend, kid," he finally told her, "not up to the mountains, not any place like that. Shee-it!"
"Why, Tom?" June wanted to know, feeling her disappointment keenly. "What can I tell poor Connie? She was counting on it so-and getting with that big digger of Len's. She calls it his third wrist."
They laughed for a minute. "I know," said Tom, growing serious again, "he's been usin' it so much, he says it's beginnin' to hurt. But, shee-it. Don't let that worry you. That's not the trouble right now."
"Well," asked June, "what is?"
"Got a letter from my parents this morning," Tom told her, "they're coming into town for a visit. From the looks of the letter, they could be driving in either tonight or early tomorrow morning ... and then they'll be staying the weekend.
"Y' know," Tom went on, "my dad's an old grad, and there are still a few of his old profs around he'd like to see. So they'll be stayin' on through the middle of next week ... and I'll be taggin' along with them, showin' them all the new things."
"Well, I guess you've got to," agreed June, reluctantly, seeing that it was shot for this weekend.
"Yeah," said Tom, "But that isn't all. Then they want me to go down to Washington with them for a week or ten days. That's okay, 'cause I'll like that ... I'll be missing classes, but not too many. I'll be ready then to start studying for mid-terms ..."
"Oh-oh," said June, "it looks like you'll be busy. What about Len?"
"Well, my roommate's got problems," said Tom, "seems like the football coach really read the boys the riot act about staying in training. Coach is keepin' the whole bunch of them absolutely in-car-cer-ated this coming weekend, and makin' them work-out like crazy. You know, the next weekend after this is the first big out-of-town game ... so they've gotta be ready."
"So," said June with a resigned sigh, "That's the way it goes."
"Maybe we'll have time for a hamburger at least one of these days," Tom said.
"Big deal," said June. Then they said their good-byes and rang off. Well, they'd have other weekends and days in-between. But June began to wonder how Connie would take the disappointing news.
Then June went to the mailbox, and found a letter from a former high school chum, Linda Kelly. Much to her surprise, Linda informed her that she'd like to come for a visit and wondered if this weekend would be all right. June sat down immediately and wrote her to come: that the weekend was free, and that she and Connie, her roommate, would be glad to see her. Linda, June thought, was cute, with her bobbed red hair, and sparkling blue eyes ... and she had a really beautiful body. Besides, Linda was an awfully good sport, and ready for anything. It would be good to see her; Connie would be glad too.
When June told Connie late that afternoon about the boys' disappointment of the weekend, Connie seemed dejected at first, but then took it in her stride.
"The trouble is," Connie said over supper, "by the weekend I'll be so hot and horny, I'll be ready for anything with a cock ..."
This was unlike Connie, thought June, but she's learning.
"Yeah," she said. "It'll be at least a week before we can even hope to get laid, unless we go out for something else. And I'm not so sure of this catch-as-catch-can bit, if you see what I mean."
June was thinking of her pick-up meeting with Roy, and all that had led to. It had been groovy with Roy, and that fellow, Al. But enough was enough!
Connie nodded her agreement. They did the dishes then tried for an hour or so to get some studying accomplished. But the two girls were so lonely, all of a sudden they decided to sleep together in the big double bed, instead of Connie's going to her own little single one. They rolled and thrashed and even tried to cuddle together just to see if they could fall asleep that way. My cunt's so hot, thought Connie, it's snapping down there. She rolled away from June and reached over to turn on the light. The tall, rounded pencil case standing at the corner of the table was the first thing that caught her eye. Then she thought of brother Jack ... and then, shaking her head, she thought of Foxie, the family basset hound and the way the dog had fucked Aunt Kathy. She decided now was the time to tell June all about everything.
Finding that June was now sitting up, looking at her and squinting in the light, she began to talk, spilling out the tale rapidly. June seemed hardly surprised when she talked about Jack's long, hard prick and the affair that had started during those moments when they had watched Foxie at work through the crack of Aunt Kathy's bedroom door. Connie dwelt in much detail about the dog's long red tongue delving into her aunt's hairy muff and the way the long pointed cock looked as the dog humped.
At first June had laughed at the thought ... but then, as Connie bore home the details, she saw a look of weird excitement coming into her eyes. It was obvious that June was beginning to dig the idea.
"OOh-hh," said Connie, her hands lowering on herself, "I could go right down to the house and get Foxie and bring him back. What do you think?"
"No-oo," said June, thinking of the possibility, "better wait until tomorrow. It's so late now, you'd have a hard time explaining it to your folks-and your brother'd know exactly what was up. Wait. We'll just keep him a little while."
"You're interested, then?" Connie wanted to know.
"Sure, why not?" June said, and began to ask a few questions. Connie admitted that the dog's prick was nothing like a boy's-but it was big enough and awfully active. Then, there was that long, mushy, probing tongue.
The next day, when June had returned from her last class, she found Foxie waiting to greet her at the door. Connie was in the kitchen calmly sipping a cola. The two girls exchanged only a few words, then, hardly able to wait, they went to the bedroom and quickly stripped off their clothes. Foxie had trotted in behind them and now watched their every move, tail wagging.
"You go first, Connie," June said, "since you've at least seen what's supposed to go on."
Anxious to have any kind of action around her cunt, Connie quickly lay on the bed and flattened herself on the old wine-soaked blanket she had already spread over the good chenille. She remained close to the edge of the bed and then opened her legs as wide as she comfortably could. The tender thatch of hairs around her cunt was already juicing-up. It didn't take the dog long to get the idea. He walked to the side of the bed, placed his head between Connie's thighs . .. and in a second had his nose pushing into her pussy. He nudged in deeper, snuffling and sniffing. Then he began to lick, leaning his head against the girl's inner thigh. Then his long, thick tongue licked harder and harder, its end concentrating on the pink lips of her cunt.
"Oooo-hhhh, that's it. That's it! Ooohhh!" Connie was already gasping, "maybe it's not as good as a boy or a man. But it's ... so-ooo ... thorough!"
She pulled the lips of her pussy even further apart, to let the dog's tongue get inside her gaping hole a little easier, a little harder. This only served to spur the dog on and he slushed his tongue with long, hard, lingering strokes across the wet, matting hairs of Connie's welcoming cunt. Foxie was wagging his tail now and he made little grunting, whining sounds.
"Ummm-mm," moaned Connie, as June hovered close by, watching the whole process, "that hurts .. . just a bit ..." Connie tongued her own lips. "Uh ... uh! Maybe you'd best be careful he doesn't lick you too hard ... UHHH!" she shuddered with sensation.
She began to moan deep in her throat; at the same time she started to undulate her hips, round and round, grinding in time with the dog's long, hot licking tongue.
"OOOhhh! That is good!" she moaned louder this time, "just the right thing for a cunt on a lonely evening!"
As June watched, she began to feel hot and weak all at once. It was such a sight to see-and it did look good. Sooo good. Watching the red-pink tongue plunging and licking around Connie's wide open cunt, she could picture the sight of a hard cock, like Tom's, sliding in and out. This made her hotter, and now she could hardly wait for it to be her turn. Connie was gyrating her hips very fast now and the dog's actions were just as fast as he kept his mastery over the welling love-hole. Frantically, Connie moved her head back and forth on the pillow. "UUUUHHHH ... UHHHHH. UHHH!" she cried, "oh, this is what I like! This eea-ting! I like it best of all!"
Standing there, June reached down to feel her own hot pussy. With her thumbs and fingers, she pulled the lips of it far apart and spread her legs. She arched herself backward, her creamy tits round and full on her chest. She waggled her shoulders to move her big globes around in a hot circular motion. Her cunt was a pink-red and beginning to throb out some juice. Now she wanted Connie to hurry and get her cookies off just so she could get in on the fun.
Connie was still letting Foxie sniff and lick into her red, swollen box. Then she lay again flat on the bed, toward its center, and coaxed Foxie up to her. Tail still wagging, red tongue slobbering, he soon found her cunt again and began to lick it more. Connie reached down with her fingers to spread her cunt-lips even wider and the dog inserted his tongue right inside.
"OOOHHHHHHH!" she screamed, "he's got it right up in there. Jee-zus! It feels mir-a-cu-lous!"
June's breath was coming in gasps that matched
Connie's in intensity. She had already inserted a finger inside her twat.
"Connie! Let him fuck you ... you know ... like you saw your aunt do it. Let him fuck you ... !"
"Okay," gasped the gin, "but help him on, just a little. Show him. I want to be sure it's in the right place!"
June was beside herself with lust. She wasn't even sure she was capable of walking over to the bed ... let alone helping. She had begun finger-fucking her creamy cunt, feeling its throbbing heat.
June pressed over the bed and reached under the dog to feel where his cock was, there inside its fleshy case of hairy skin. She began to massage it .. . and soon it came out, exposing itself and its long red, and pointed shaft. She managed to massage it more energetically, Foxie occasionally interrupting himself to turn his head to see what she was doing. Then the red cock reached its full hard-on stage, and June began to urge the dog up and forward to Connie's waiting cunt. The dog crawled up over the reclining girl's body and the cock hovered for a moment then slid into her dripping pussy. Quickly humping and spasming his rear, the dog began to fuck Connie, pushing his furry body up and in, beginning to rut deeply into her. He fucked faster and faster, whining, his head pointed to the ceiling.
June had never seen anything like it before and the increasing eagerness of the two involved in the fascinating scene. Connie moaned even more loudly as she felt the heat of the dog's belly against hers. She was trying to move her hips in the fast time of the dog's thrusting motions, but it was all she could do to keep up with them.
Suddenly, Foxie gave a quick yelp, a half-bark, and his nuts blew their whole load right into her seething cunt. As soon as he was finished humping, he got off her body and began again to lick long and hard at her cunt.
"Ohhh-h. Yess-sss!" cried Connie feverishly, "that's it again! Just keep licking me, Foxie, until I cum-mmmmm!"
Her hips were now moving as though there were no tomorrow. "OH, OH, OH!" she cried, "OH YESS-SS. Eat me. EAT ME'"
Then she was riding the crest of her passion, her motions becoming violent. She rolled her head from side to side and moved her body up and down to make the dog's tongue reach into each of her places of pleasure. And then it came, her hips thrusting and writhing. She flowed like Vesuvius.
By this time, June was in a state of eager excitement -eager, demanding, hot. Her fingers were busier and busier up and down the oozing moistness of her hair-framed pussy. "Hurry, Connie, and get off that fuckin' bed. I can't wait to get that long tongue into my crack. I'm so hot now, I...OH-hh. Hurry!"
As she stood there, June's fingers prodded open her own cunt, squeezing at its lips. Connie got up from the bed, and June rapidly took her place ... lying flat, with her thighs far apart. Immediately, the dog began his work on her. Combined with the sights she had witnessed and the manipulation she had been giving herself, the dog's tongue soon sent her into a frenzy. Now it was she tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, hips pistoning up and down to meet the dog's deep nuzzling.
"Wow, Connie-baby," she gasped, "this was a fantastic idea! Does he ... does he fuck any good?"
"Not really," said Connie, "his prick's not big enough around .. . like the boys we know. It's not really long enough either. But he sure can do that thing with that wild tongue of his!"
Now June did the same thing that Connie had done before: spread her soft, meaty cunt-lips wider for the dog to lick as hard as he could. He rammed his soft, wet tongue over them as if to make them raw, then pushed it up into her twat as far as he could make it go!
"It's just like a ..." June began, then gasped, "like a cock going in and out of me! Wow! I wish he'd stick it up there and leave it... right in!"
Soon she could hardly take it any longer. She probed and played with her hole as the dog licked around it. This made him speed up his efforts ... and before long he was licking so furiously into June's snapping love-hole, that she began to chafe at her clit -the knobby up-standing little passion-button. Her whole cunt was throbbing as if it had a heart of its own. To her own touch it felt hotter than she could ever remember.
"Ohh-hh, come on, doggie! Eat me!" she moaned, "eat me up!" She was whipping her hips from side to side, grinding her cunt forward, into his curling, lapping tongue. "Eat my little guts out!"
Her entire body surged and convulsed as the dog's tongue made it right into exactly where she lived, where it was all at. And she came, and came, and CAME-over and over again-the cascades of cum-juice rolling down her inner thighs. Instead of subsiding his actions, the dog licked harder and harder as the taste and smell of the female cum raced across his tongue. He began to go into a sort of frenzy .. . and he licked and lapped, his long, wet tongue swirling and swivel-ing. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, having spent herself, and tried to pull away from him. He tried to follow, clawing to stay on top of her, but she succeeded in shooing him away. He jumped off the bed to the floor, then sat and began to lick himself.
"Persistent little guy, isn't he?" June laughed, "and I'll say one thing, when there isn't a man's tongue or anything else to do the job on my pussy, he's elected!"
Both girls laughed, and Foxie barked and wagged his tail. But Connie seemed ready for something more. She began to walk toward the bed.
"I think I'm ready again," said Connie, the schoolgirl giggle in her voice. Then she stepped over to the dog, her bare legs spreading over him. Eagerly, Foxie sat up, one paw on Connie's thigh. He nuzzled into her box and began to lick her all over again. For moments she stood there letting it happen, letting him lick her. She let it build up a little while longer, then went over to the bed.
"June," she began to ask, "have you ever been fucked up the rear ... you know, in the ass?"
"No, of course not," June answered her, "I never have. Is that what you're going to have him do to you?"
"Why not? I've always wondered what it felt like," Connie admitted, "with anybody like Len, or Jack, or Tom-I've never dared. But Foxie's cock is just a bit bigger than two fingers around. And I've had fingers enough up there before. And it felt good. So. Why not see what it feels like to get really fucked up in there?"
Connie let the dog lick her a little longer. Then she went to the bed, but mounted herself on it on her hands and knees, her tits hanging like fleshy cups under her chest. The dog followed along behind her. Right away he scented out her snatch and began licking into it again.
"Oh," cried Connie, "but now he's licking my asshole! Oh, it feels so funny! And good! OH! OH! Ohh-hhh!" She began to squeal, and rammed her fistful of fingers up into her oozing cunt.
She sank her ass backward into the dog's probing muzzle, trying to give him the idea of what she wanted. Looking on, June could see that the dog's prick was more than starting to emerge from its large encasement of flesh. Then, without further ado, he hopped up behind her, trying to find her hole. His red cock was even farther out than it was before.
"Help him, June," cried Connie, "please help him!"
June quickly guided the dog's red prick right into Connie's tight, reaming little asshole. The red and pointed tip inserted itself immediately. Then, spurred on by the sensations in the tip of his cock, the dog began to lunge in and out, his hindquarters lurching and humping, strongly and wildly. Her smooth, creamy ass quivered and shook under the onslaught of the dog's fucking as he increased his attack.
"Oh, myyy!" she gasped, "that's beginning to hurt! Make him stop for a minute, while I get used to it!"
"Can you loosen yourself a little?" June asked, her hands on both joined bodies.
"Yep. I'll try," came the answer, while Connie relaxed her tight inner sphincters, "I-I guess I can manage."
In a minute, the dog began to hump hard, back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of the tight aperture. Connie now responded to each of his rapid motions.
"How's it feel now, Connie?" came the solicitous question.
"Oohh-hh! Bitchin'," cried Connie.
In time with all other movements, Connie began to finger her hairy little cunt, while the dog, his breath coming in miniature yelps, battered and humped in and out of her rectum. Soon, with the help of her busy hand, Connie began to feel the tell-tale tingles ... the hot sensations which always told her a hot cum was on the way. She played with herself harder, massaging her little clit furiously ... pushing the fingers of her other hand up into her streaming twat.
Now the dog was really working into her rear entry and she found herself enjoying it more and more immensely. As his motions accelerated, her own surges speeded up to correspond with them. "OOOHHHH!" she was moaning now, "you've . .. uh . .. got to try this ... UHH .. . June," she was babbling, "it's really the most!"
While June had her doubts, she thought that as long as there were no boy-funsies to be had, she might as well try.
"I'll wait till I really want it again," she told Connie.
But Connie, her hips in a blur of motion, hardly heard her. She had begun to soar into her climax, huffing, gasping.
Connie was still squeezing her asshole around the dog's plunging long prick. She ground her fingers into her cunt. Then suddenly she was trembling, shaking ... till she came for the second time under the dog's onslaughts. She squeezed her deep-insides, and bucked back into the dog's prick as it rammed in and out of her backside. She kept on squeezing the dog's cock with her inner muscles-enough, she thought, to have squeezed it off!
But there it was, more and more smoothly shoving in and out of her anus ... long and red and slippery. Now she massaged and fingered her clit harshly. The fingers of her other hand fondled and rubbed the walls of her hot, shooting cunt.
"UH-UH-UH!" she moaned, burying her face into the pillow as if she were trying to smother herself. "What a real groovy feeling! A cock . . . and up my ass! Now all I wish is that I had another one up my cunt!"
It took Connie several moments just to spend herself. Foxie, the basset hound, jumped his long low body off the bed, whimpering. Then he ran to a corner, sat down, and began to lick his parts, as if they were sore. After a few minutes, he sprawled flat on the floor with a thump and a grunt.
June lay down on the bed, beside the exhausted Connie and began to comfort her. This time, with a certain boldness, she ran her fingers over the satin-pink surfaces of Connie's left breast until Connie shuddered. Then June lay one of her thighs over Connie's, and the two girls lay there, strangely at peace with each other. They had been roommates for just a little more than three weeks, but what a full three weeks it had been! Already they both knew that it was a period neither would ever forget. In their sudden euphoria they almost fell asleep, but suddenly Connie stirred.
"June," she said, "I'd better borrow your VW for a few minutes, and take little Foxie-boy home. There won't be time tomorrow morning and I can't leave him here while we go to classes. It won't take long and, believe me, I'll come right back."
"Okay. Sure. Good idea." June had raised herself on an elbow and was gazing at Connie's alabaster body, noting its delicate sprinkling of freckles. "But, say, I forgot to tell you something."
Connie looked at her, waiting in newly-aroused curiosity. She raised herself on her elbows, her thigh pressing against June's.
"I got a letter today and I just simply forgot to tell you in all the this-and-that, the excitement, and all." She looked down at the sleeping body of Foxie. "It was from an old friend from back home. Linda Kelly. Her full name is Linda Ann, but she always just goes by just plain Linda.
"Well, she wrote to say that she's nearby, traveling with some friends. Or, anyway, she will be. And she wanted to know if she couldn't pop in here this weekend, and stay for a couple of days. I wrote her right back, this morning, telling her it would be great to see her .. . and, oh, it really would! You've got to meet her. You've simply got to!"
"Oh? What's she like?" Connie wanted to know, her interest perking.
"Well, she's a redhead, for one thing," June began slowly, "and lots of fun. She's tall, for a girl, and she's got blue, blue eyes . .. and a big laugh. She's really great. And, er ..."
"Yes, what?"
"Well, Linda, you know," June said this hesitantly. "Well . . . she started me on all this . .." June pointed to her own crispy haired cunt, "and what to do with it."
"Oh?" Connie said this with her eyes as big as saucers. "Gee. That sounds groovy! Oh, that'll be great, having her here. I mean . . ."
But Connie had already jumped off the bed, and was starting to reach for her clothes to get her errand with Foxie over with and to get back. Finishing her dressing, she looked down at June. June was looking at the blue plastic pencil case on the table . . . and its strangely phallic shape.
"I'll be right back," said Connie, and bent down to kiss June on the forehead. "C'mon, Foxie. Let's go home!" She commanded.
Slowly, the dog lurched to his feet, stretched and yawned.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday mornings, Connie had one class, a ten o'clocker-and a real drag, just because of the day and the hour. This particular Saturday, Len and Tom were all tied up and she and June wouldn't be seeing them.
But now, suddenly, it didn't matter. She was looking forward so very much to Linda's arrival that she skipped about the kitchen, preparing breakfast and a pot of coffee. She was so glad that she had moved in with June, she couldn't contain herself .. . and after the ten o'clocker, she'd go to the library, the Big Libe, and look up some stuff she'd be needing for a term paper.
"When d'you think she'll be here?" she kept asking June. "When d'you think .. ?"
And June said, smiling at the young eagerness, "Oh, she'll prob'ly be here by the time you get back, if I know you."
And so it was ... Not even two hours after Connie had left the apartment, there came the sound of footsteps on the hall staircase, a knock on the door. June ran and opened it wide. There, in all her smartly dressed freshness, was her old friend.
"We-ell," Linda chortled, stretching her arms outward, "my Lord! June, baby! Long time no see ... to, er, use an old phrase."
June could see Linda fairly sparkling with her good humor ... and all her old ways. Gee, it was good to see her! June shut the door behind them. Then they wrapped their arms about each other and pecked each other on the cheek.
"Christmas, Linda! It's good to see you. What brings you abroad in this part of the world?"
Linda threw back her head and laughed. "What broad in what part of the world?" she said, barging into the living room and throwing off her plaid, fur-collared jacket. "Jeez! You know there's room for a horny broad in any part of this horny old world. A broad aboard is what makes the world turn on its fuckin'axis!"
"And how's the old judge?" June was referring to Linda's father whom she always pictured as walking sedately in his black robes of office.
"The judge is just fine," laughed Linda, "and sitting on his axis. He wanted to be remembered, of course."
The two girls laughed again, and hooked their arms around each other.
"Coffee, anyone?" asked June, suddenly eager to be doing something.
"Oh, coffee-schmoffee," chuckled Linda, "Oh, well. Sure. If you've got some ready."
They went into the kitchen and June tinkered with some fresh cups. "So tell me, seriously," June began, "what brings you to the environs of Riley College? It can't be just to see little ol' me. Can it?"
"Oh, yes, it can!" said Linda, looking at June's figure with meaning, and June caught it. "Oh, except I came up here with a friend who wanted to look in on a boyfriend by the name of Jack. Jack Rickards, I think."
"Oh, my God," cried June, "that's got to be the brother of my--my, er, roommate, Connie. What a small world!"
"To be a-broad in," said Linda wryly. "Your roommate?" Now Linda looked around her. "Oh, marvelous! I can hardly wait. But this brother, or whoever he is. Apparently he has some kind of hang-ups, tho' my friend doesn't know what they are exactly. But she'll manage ..."
"Oh, good," said June, clapping her hands together. "Connie . . . that's my roommate ... she had some momentary hang-ups, too. But I think she's getting over them now."
"I'll bet," said Linda, a sparkle in her blue eyes. Sitting with their cups in the living room, June sketched the story of their short time of living with Connie. Although she knew that she could have told Linda the fuck about everything, she carefully avoided getting into the subject of Connie and her brother, little Foxie and what had happened the other night. Instead, she dwelt mainly on the details of their friendship with Tom and Len, from the time she'd dropped her book at Tom's feet, till . . .
"Oohh-hh," cried Linda, "that's turnin' me on ... that thick prick of that one boy sounds like too much! They're great that way! Gives you so much to grab hold of and grip real tight.. . Oohh!"
June hardly had time now to go into anything about Roy-and Al with that enormous whang of his. Besides, that was still beyond belief. Over the past two weeks, that had all receded into the limbo of what seemed like a dream.
Linda, in her excitement, had removed her blouse and now draped herself right across June's lap as she sat on the couch-the couch which had already seen so much action. Then, Linda reached behind herself, arching her neck. She flipped up her skirt high along her well-shaped thighs. June felt the snug warmness of her friend's ass, that beautifully shaped behind. She quickly recalled some of their past, and early experiences; but now she was curious about what would be happening. Linda had tried before to sound her feelings about girls turning on with each other and there had been experimental kisses and gropings.
"Want some more coffee?" she said, breaking off her own thoughts.
"No thanks, honey," Linda answered with a flip of her wrist, "but I'd like to take a nice hot shower. We've been driving most of the night, and that sure would feel good."
"Oh, of course," said June quickly. "I should have thought of it. Come on to the bedroom. Then I'll show you where everything is."
"Ooo-oo good!" said Linda, then winked a long-lashed eye at her. "I'll bet you know where everything is!"
The girls giggled and, taking her visitor by the hand, June led the way to the other rooms. She felt Linda's hand drop from her waist to the soft curve of her left buttock. She liked the sensation and, while briefly wondering where Connie might be at this minute, was glad that it was Linda doing it.
"You really have a lovely little seat, June," said Linda, freeing her hand, then looking about the room. Her eyes lighted upon the bed, the other appointments, then finally rested on Connie's blue plastic pencil case. "What's that?" she asked, pointing, and emphasizing the last word of her question.
June told her, and even removed the top of the case to show Linda its contents. Already Linda was laughing. "Oh, my lord!" she said between giggles, "what a pretty thing! Ha, ha, ha! But ... I'd call it something else!"
"You would?" asked June. "What?"
"A dildo!" exclaimed Linda, taking the top of the case from her friend's hand and screwing it back on.
"What's that?" June asked, pretending innocence.
"Maybe I'll show you," Linda smiled at her, "if you're a good girl. Come on. Why don't you get undressed too, and we'll talk more while we take a shower together. That would be real groovy."
Linda was already unzipping the side of her skirt and shaking her fanny while she edged the garment down over her long, shapely legs. Then came her bra from her shoulders. The small, firm roundness of her tits protruded invitingly and shone in the light streaming through the window. June marveled at their creamy whiteness, the red-raspberry nipples. June unconsciously licked her lips. She had an idea where this was leading but, because it was Linda, she didn't care. Sure a shower would be fun! And then . . . ? Again she thought of Connie. With questions poised on her lips, June began to take off her scant house-clothing-the flimsy, sheer pants-suit she usually wore around the pad on Saturdays.
Once, she remembered, Linda had asked her, sounding her out, how she felt about girls turning on with each other. Now June hardly remembered her own answer, although there were her vague words about its depending how you felt about the person involved.
By this time, just watching Linda's graceful, long-legged motions and with all the talk they'd been having, she knew she was being turned on. And she enjoyed Linda's steady reassuring chatter which was going on almost uninterruptedly. Her hips were moving lazily in their thin panties, and June suddenly felt herself reaching out to pat her friend's buttocks, caressing them. She felt the soft shivering under the stroking of her palm.
"You've got a lovely seat, too, Linda," she murmured. By this time they were in the bathroom adjacent and Linda suddenly slipped off her sheer panties, kicking them aside. Then she leaned back and forth, sighed deeply as she moved her long legs in a languorous rhythm as June continued to fondle her bare and naked bottom. Their talk and chatter had ceased and
Linda moved closer, making her entire ass more available to June's caressing hand.
"Ohh-hh, that feels good," said Linda, with another sigh. She had found the correct handles for the shower and soon the warm water flowed. Both girls trailed their hands under the warming water. "I'm ready," said Linda. "Let's go!"
With that, Linda put her hand about June's body, and guided her inside the stall. The water now cascaded over them and June watched her friend pick up the sweet-smelling soap and start to rub it over her bosom, rubbing the lather plentifully between her round, cupped breasts. Linda looked at her with open admiration in her eyes, then without a word began to apply the soap to June's body. She massaged first around June's shoulders then around under her arms, applying the smoothness of her lathered hands. It began to drive June out of her mind and she threw back her head and shut her eyes tightly. Linda's hands and palms now curled under June's armpits to her soft shoulder blades, lathering them fully. Then they stroked down June's sides and began to wash around her lower back.
June kept her eyes closed, feeling all the warm, wild sensations. The water went on with its soothing cascades over their nearly joined bodies. She found Linda's shoulders, then pressed the palms of her own hands about Linda's neck, pressing it softly, urging Linda forward. It was an open invitation which Linda accepted promptly. In seconds, Linda's open mouth was pressed against the skin of her lower neck, sucking at it, then probing against it with her tongue-tip. Then Linda lowered her head more, and began racing her mouth to the wide, round suppleness of June's tits, firming hands cupping them, then raising the stiffening nipples to her eager, hot mouth.
"Ohh-hhng!" gasped June. "Ohh-hhng!"
Then Linda's lips moved quickly to hers and began kissing her on the mouth. June, throwing all her inhibitions to the winds, kissed back frantically. The two girls clutched each other under the streaming shower, their hands playing with rapid strokes into each other's hairy muffs, probing at waiting cunt-lips.
Suddenly, June broke away. "Let's get out of here!" she said feverishly. "Let's get into the other room. Connie might be getting home almost any time . . ."
Linda was silent for another moment as June now stroked her breasts, then her creamy ass in concentric circles. "Right-ee-o!" whispered Linda, and her hands went to the shower faucets, turning them off.
With rapid, but ginger steps, the two girls jumped out of the shower, and reached for towels. Then they began to rub each other's bodies, drying them as quickly as they could. Both were now eager to get to the bedroom where they could explore each other fully. Linda languidly dropped to the bed, and lay quietly for a second, her chest and up-tilted breasts rising and falling. She propped herself on her left elbow and moved her shapely leg up and forward, crooking a knee. She regarded June quietly. June moved to the bed, lowering herself to two welcoming arms.
"You know," Linda said at last, "sometimes it's not easy being a girl."
"Why?" asked June, but nodded her head as if in agreement.
"Oh, with boys, I mean." Linda lifted her head toward June. "Especially if you give them what they want. Then half the time, it turns out not to be what they wanted at all-and you're right back where you started. I spend a lot of time just trying to figure it all out, and then I give it up." She sighed and turned completely on her side, facing June. "But with girls ... it's different."
"Oh, well," June interrupted her, and couldn't help preening a bit, "I haven't done too badly."
"Really?" Linda put on a serious expression, her eyes, under their long, upward-curved eyelashes, looking at June deeply. "Well, maybe you mean for the time being. But for the long run, how do you know?
They're so fickle ... but girls aren't. Not at all. And you and I ... Old friends like old books ..."
June wasn't completely sure what Linda was driving at, but she had leaned her naked back against Linda's thigh, her hand toying with the kneecap, then wandering down along the inside of a soft thigh.
"Your hand is getting to me! Ooh!" Linda suddenly said in very low tones.
"Well ... oh. It is?" For a moment, June stopped her soft stroking, though she wanted something from this beautiful girl. "Shall I stop?"
"No-oo. It feels nice. And, besides, it's you. Now if a boy were doing it. You know, pow! I'd be waiting for him to grab!"
"So." June knew her own mind on this subject. "Let him grab! Seriously. From the evidence, er, here at hand-I wouldn't blame him."
"You sound like the judge," said Linda, and began to stroke up and down June's shoulder blades, Then she let her hand wander to the side and press into the softness of the lower edge of one of the girl's beautiful globes. Their preliminary activities in the shower seemed to have been all forgotten, shyness again intruding. Both wondered at it, and what they were waiting for.
"I'm liable to grab you, instead!" Linda smiled and pressured her hand where it counted most, right over the up-thrusting tip of one of June's breasts, feeling the nipple.
June hardly budged, and resumed her half-patting, half-stroking caresses on Linda's soft rear. "Mmmm-nnnn." Linda sounded almost drowsy. "I had a girlfriend at camp one summer. And after the lights were out and we were alone in the tent, we'd start playing with each other."
"I've come to the conclusion that most women really dig it-you know, under certain circumstances. Sometimes, I think it's in spite of what they're getting from their men ..." June decided to become more open. "I-I think that my roommate and I are on the verge
... of something. Sometimes it's even after we've had the whirlwind with our boyfriends. I dunno ... she's lying over there sometimes on that single bed, and I can, you know, hear her sleeping! Then she moves around, and . . . Well, more lately, we've been sleeping together in this bed." June patted where they were lying.
"Really?" Linda indicated her interest. "Well, don't think I can't understand it, 'cause I can. A man's body is hard, and muscled. So much so, it's even uncomfortable sometimes, while a girl's . .."
"Is soft and round and fully packed," June finished for her. "And sweet."
Linda moved slightly forward and June could feel the warmth of her breath on her thigh. June impulsively bent her head and planted a kiss on Linda's lips. Linda's hand now cupped her left tit completely. June, nearly overcome with quick desire, lowered her face, her mouth, to the nude, up-tilted tits. She marveled at their perfection, the warm-looking areolas, the red, thrusting nipples. She looked down at the soft, round bowl of Linda's bare stomach. Then she gazed at the soft, hair-covered crotch and its triangle.
Then she raised herself and pressed her open mouth over a warm, nude tit-covering first one, then the other, with her lips. Then she seemed to draw back from her boldness. Linda gasped, then did everything she could to encourage further advances. First, she gazed, putting longing into her expression, at the dark bush of June's pubic hairs. Then, she put her hand under one of June's swelling globes and began to knead the flesh of it.
"June. Kidding around aside," Linda's voice was suddenly hoarse, "Let's ...
"Let's?"
"Yeah," Linda's voice was softer now, "Let's play games! You and I. I've really wanted to ever since ... well, long ago!"
"Okay," June wanted nothing in the world for the moment more than this, "I'm game. If you are."
"Okay," Linda lay back flat, exposing herself completely, yielding her long voluptuous body completely to her young friend, "I'm all yours."
June pressed, then patted, then stroked her. Her hand wandered down closer to the soft-looking muff. She kissed one of the up-tilting breasts, her hands busy along Linda's sides. Then she began to wish that Connie were there, too. Where was Connie? Then she dropped her elbow over Linda's waiting body, resting it down on the chenille of the bedspread. Their faces met, breathing warmly upon each other. Then their lips met in a prolonged kiss. June now exposed herself to Linda, leaning her back firmly against Linda's thighs, her tits upending themselves.
"I don't know, even, where to start on you," Linda said. "You're so-oo beautiful ... all over! So smooth and soft and warm. You'll never know how long I've waited for this."
Her busy hands were flying over June's body .. . Then the two white bodies flung themselves together on the bed, belly-to-belly. Hands raced hotly. Again they exchanged a long, lingering kiss, tongue-tips probing each other.
"MMM-mmmm!" Linda-said, when their mouths had separated long enough to breathe, "that was lovely!"
"This'll be better," June said boldly. She drew the other girl's body towards her own soft warmth until Linda's perky breasts merged with June's larger ones. They were leaning against each other, June above Linda, beginning to press hard. June widened her legs, and let Linda slip downward ... down ...
"Ummmm," Linda barely breathed it. "It's your cunt. It feels good right there. Against mine. Ooohh-hh! Good! Uh! June, baby!" Linda threw herself over on her stomach ... and suddenly June was filling her hands with the softness, the pliable fullness of Linda's upturned ass. She kneaded at the soft flesh. Then she ran a finger up and down her friend's hairy crack, then plunged it inside the waiting moistness.
"You're getting me hot!" Linda gasped. "So hot!
Ooohh-hh! I can't stand it!"
"And what happens when you get hot?" June was determined to remain mistress of the situation. But she wanted to know everything.
"My pussy gets ... all wet." Linda's breathing was hard, rasping. Her lips quivered in her mounting passion, and she moistened them with her tongue.
Linda was so gorgeous, a waiting Venus, but so warm and alive! June suddenly could hardly wait to devour her! Slowly, June separated Linda's ass-cheeks, the richness of their curves, then curved her hand so that her prodding fingers finally touched Linda's tender throbbing clit, Linda's hips thrust upward.
June seemed to be the aggressor. She had Linda on her conscious mind, but down deeper her thoughts were of Connie . . . and Tom . . . and Roy. Damn Roy and all his bold, brash, fuckin' ways. Linda gave a little jump, then squirmed under June's touches. Suddenly she grasped the girl and rolled them both onto their sides. "Let's stop wasting time! What say?" Linda spoke deliberately.
June pushed down beside Linda, and immediately cupped an urgent breast. With a quick-moving fingertip, she felt the heat of its end, the darker areola, the raspberry-colored nipple. Then, with wild abandon, she lowered her head and took all of it into her mouth. She began to tongue the hard, stiffening nipple steadily, until, in few seconds, a rash of gooseflesh appeared all over Linda's body. Along shiver ran through her and she murmured almost without a sound as June's hot tongue searched for some telling sign of erected attention.
Linda kept one hand free to move over June's warm skin ... then, finally, to seek out the smooth slope of June's creamy stomach ... She stroked it gently, up and down. Then her hand dipped right into June's cunt, playing with it .. . toying ... feeling ... probing ... then she slipped still lower...
"Ohh-hh, God! That's good," June moaned with her pleasure. A finger began to probe into the hairy triangle between her thighs and she leaned backward to allow the sliding finger a passageway. Then she focused her own attention on the honey-colored muff between Linda's legs.
Linda's finger plunged and probed, then seemed to dance lightly along the path of June's pussy. The finger traced up and down the crease then lingered at the entrance of the moist hole.
"June?" Linda was suddenly asking. June removed her mouth from Linda's lush, pear-shaped breast, its nipple now stiffened and hard. "Yes, what is it?"
"I just want to look at your cunt," Linda said, simply. With this, June twisted her body around on the bed, and stretched out on her back. She lifted her legs, and uncrossed them. Then she widened them far apart, opening all for Linda to see.
She heard the quick catching of Linda's breath as the girl gazed upon the dark thick fleeciness of the thatch, the pink-lipped gash barely hidden in the thicket of hairs. Linda now lowered her head until her mouth was just above June's cunt. June could feel the girl's warm breath against her most intimate sexual part. Then, suddenly, June was glad that Linda had not been too timid to have made the first moves. For a long time, she had wanted the utmost in intimacy with this tall, beautiful girl. Now she felt the girl's face pressing down into her waiting cunt, the planting of little warm kisses from its top to its bottom.
This accomplished, Linda raised her head almost defiantly, looking into June's face. June quickly raised herself from the hips and threw her arms around her friend, clutching the perfect, satiny warmth of her body. She kissed her firmly on the mouth, just to show Linda that she, June, felt no revulsion about where her mouth had been.
It was at this urgent moment, just as Linda began the return to her former target, that there came the sound of the apartment door closing, then quick footsteps. Then it was Connie, calling.
"It's me! I'm back," she was saying. "What a drag this morning ... Oops!"
The two girls had hardly had the time to fully disengage and were lying in nearly the same position, naked breasts exposed, cunts bare and ready. June stifled a cry of embarrassment, but Linda, hardly moving, merely looked at the young intruder, her blue eyes gazing steadily, with a question in them.
Young, pert little Connie surveyed them quietly, then without a word of greeting, began to flutter her hands over her clothing ... removing them.
"Well, June-bug," Connie said finally, "I was wondering if we'd ever get to this. And now ..." With a look at the other girl, "Hi. You must be Linda!"
Connie had taken off her blue cardigan sweater and was now tugging her blouse off, over her head. Her hands were at the buttons and zipper of her skirt when she moved closer to the side of the bed. Linda was half-sitting, her eyes fastened on the perfect little body before her. Her hands went immediately about Connie's waist, drawing her still-clothed crotch to the warmth of her breath, which she blew slightly. "Oooh-hh," said Connie, "that's good!"
"Come on, little Connie," said Linda, "let's help you get all undressed. First things first."
Both June and Linda rose to their feet to help Connie out of her slip, with Linda awarding herself the job of unhooking her bra, and pulling it off-which she did gently, Connie's hand over her shoulder, pressing.
"Look at those freckles!" exclaimed Linda, staring voluptuously, staring at the light-golden dusting on Connie's tender skin. Connie laughed gaily. "The fee is a kiss per freckle," she said, and began rubbing her belly with the flats of her palms. She next moved her hands downward to her flaring hips, then down along her thighs.
"I claim first rights," put in June. "After all, we're roommates!" Then she dropped to her knees directly behind Connie who had spread her naked legs, her cunt brushing Linda's box. June began from behind, kissing the milky, soft cheeks, inch by inch by inch.
"What beautiful skin you have!" Linda said, looking down into the valley between Connie's breasts. "June, did you ever see anything like it?"
"No. Nor tasted anything like it. Yummm-mm, Connie!" Connie groaned in her throat as June now got to her feet and clasped her arms around her in a hug.
No holds were barred now and the three girls were filled with desire, the wish to find pleasure with other women.
"Now that I'm initiated," Connie began, "let me initiate you, Linda!"
"That can wait, pretty one," Linda answered her. "We're going to be all getting down to the whole range of everything. Right now, I have a real thing about throbbing pussies ... such dee-licious pussies! Right now I want to suck yours, Connie. Then I want to suck June's. Ohh-hh, this is so great!"
Connie permitted Linda to draw her close to the bed, while Linda sat on its edge. She dove down in front of Connie, her hands clasping harshly into the soft white ass, kneading into its flesh. Her tits were dragging across the fronts of Connie's bare thighs. Connie shivered, then wrapped her crossed arms around herself. Then she shoved her box forward. Linda raised her hands, pressed them under Connie's forearms and cupped her breasts. Then she brought them back down to spread Connie's thighs still further. This move disclosed the girl's compact, red-lipped twat nestling in the softness of the frame of hairs.
"Oh-hh, look at that lovely thing, June!" Linda began smacking her lips. "Oohhh, I can taste it already!"
With her hands still on Connie's thighs, she pulled the girl right into her parted mouth which now plunged ravenously round and round, up and down the urging pussy. A hissing sigh escaped Connie's lips as she felt the full attack of Linda's sucking, smacking lips and tongue.
The long pink tongue flicked and flirted over all of Connie's exposed red slit ... searching, penetrating, probing the entire area!
Muscles jumped under the surfaces of Connie's thighs as, standing, Connie drove her hips back and forth against Linda's head. Her eyes were closed as she savored all the wild stimulation of Linda's smacking lips as she worked busily at tonguing every square inch of the hungry pussy.
Connie was squirming with the heat of it, her bare hips agitated and thrusting wildly, her tits bouncing. "Oooooo-hh! Ungg! What are you doing to ME-ee!" she cried. "Ohh-More ... MORE!" June clapped her hands along the girl's bobbing ass.
With one quick forward motion, Linda lunged her head to suck half of Connie's gash into her mouth, sucking and tonguing without mercy. Again Connie squealed in delight and kept on bucking her hips strongly, forcing more of her excited cunt into Linda's eager, eating mouth. Linda chewed and sucked noisily, while Connie's thighs writhed like twin snakes.
"Ohhh-hhh! Baby!" the girl gasped. Whereupon, Linda released her whole mouthful to dart her powerful tongue sharply into Connie's damp, tender-lipped hole. Linda took seconds to lick the gaping lips between each inward plunge of her tongue. "Aiee-eee!' Connie emitted a low scream and bucked again with her hips.
Linda hunched her shoulders forward, leaning her head to the side, as she worked her glistening tongue like a little cock inside the girl's cunt. Then she took it out and sucked all of Connie's love-nest into hei mouth, her tongue rubbing up and down the centered slit. "OOOHHHH!" Connie cried, but her tone was lower, more suppressed. "OOOHHHH! I'm there. II'm THERE! Oooohhh. OOOOO!"
She bucked and humped her buttocks furiously, feeling the onrush of exploding cum. She came fully, streaming her cum-stuff into Linda's mouth, which had remained glued to its spouting target, despite all of Connie's violent spasms. Linda sucked and swallowed feverishly, as the muscles of the girl's thighs firmed and hardened in uncontrollable climax.
Finally, fully spent, Connie turned about, and sank back onto the bed. Lying down across the bed, she relaxed her taut muscles with a sigh, but Linda was over her in a second, her hot mouth licking up the last traces of cum she had somehow missed.
"Ohh, June, it's as good as a man!" Connie gasped, a tremor running visibly through her body. In the meantime, June had not been idle. She had been tracing eager hands and palms over Linda's shoulders, cupping and stroking at her swinging tits. Suddenly she remembered.
"I wish we had a dildo," she said, "since we're talking about male pricks. It's those prongs guys have between their legs that make them think they're lord and master of everything. But we'll show them!"
This was a surprising outburst, coming from June. Both girls looked at her in amazement. "A dildo?" exclaimed Connie, who was really in the dark. "What's that?"
"They're things that resemble a male organ. Just like them, they come in all sizes ... and they're things we can stick up right into where it really counts," Linda explained, but already her eyes had followed June's to the night-table beside the bed, where Connie's innocent blue plastic pencil case stood invitingly. "Besides," Linda went on, "you have one. Right here!"
She reached for the oblong container, with its smooth rounded head, and began screwing and unscrewing its top. But her amusement was over abruptly, for Linda was motioning her to the bed, to lie beside Connie, with the crook of her legs over its edge. Connie moved over slightly, her bow-like lips parted and moistening, and she leaned her head on an elbow. She wanted to see all of the promising demonstration from start to finish.
She watched as Linda first lowered her head over June's middle, then dove her lips and her moving tongue over June's dark-haired muffin. There was already a considerable amount of the flow of the hot, exposed cunt shining around the gaping aperture. With one hand, Linda grasped the blue plastic pencil case, poising it inches above June's twat. With the other, she began to press upward against one of June's tits, massaging it in round-and-round motions. Connie could see the stiffened nipple, and marveled at the easy suppleness of the flesh of the whole breast.
At once, Connie lowered her mouth to June's other upraised tit to kiss it, to lave its hard nipple with her tongue. She then placed one hand about the soft warmth of Linda's neck, pressing it with urgent motions. She watched while June opened wide her thighs to welcome in the makeshift dildo. The rounded head of it was now pressed against the lips of June's cunt, which seemed now to begin to wrap themselves against the hard object. A quick tremor rippled through June's body as Linda, with short, sharp twisting motions plunged the instrument inside her itching cunt. The pencil case delved in deeper-halfway, then more! Linda eased it out, pulling apart the enclosing cunt-lips, then pushed it in even more deeply, with a firm, slow, downward move of her hand and wrist.
June began to thrash her legs, a moan escaped her lips. Her movements, and the soft sounds she was making so excited Connie that she had to do something. She raised herself to her knees, balancing her body over the bed and directly over June's head and face. Then Connie dropped her head onto the bright red curls of Linda's muff, and began to kiss into it. Linda still pressured the pronging dildo inside June's vagina until, now, it was all the way in-at least all of its eight-inch length, threatening to stay inside if Linda once lost her finger-grip on its base. June now squirmed and writhed, as Linda pulled the thing all the way out, then plunged it inside again. But more, she had found young Connie's soft little muff and had begun to kiss up into it, savoring its sweetness. Her tongue began to lick into the thick hairs.
At the moment that Linda had started the steady in-and-out plunges with the hard plastic dildo, Connie dove into the red curliness of her cunt. Soon, Connie began to kiss the convex curvature of Linda's lower belly ... then dropped her undulating mouth to the more inviting target. Linda's cunt was large, almost sprawling ... but Connie tried to absorb all of it in the heat and wetness of her mouth. She licked rapidly at the soft pink cunt-lips, plunging her tongue in and out, swabbing the reddish hairs. Then she did what Linda had done to her: seized as much of the upturned, pouting gash in her mouth as she could at one time. Linda's quick gasping grunts and groans of pleasure were her chief reward.
She went on working at Linda's red-haired pussy industriously as Linda kept on prodding the dildo into June's now-gaping, full-flowing pussy. She licked and shot out with her tongue until Linda was half out of her mind, while June's hips and finally almost her whole body moved in a lazy up and down, back-to-front motion which enabled her to absorb more of the plunging dildo in Linda's firm-working hand.
"OOOHHH-ummmm! That's good!" June cried. "Give it to me. Fuck me with the goddddammmmm thinngg! OOHHHHH!"
Linda proceeded to work the thing in faster and faster, plunging it into the gaping love-hole. Then she began to work her tongue around the plunging piece, licking and moistening the damp curls around June's busy cunt. But it was Connie who was driving her crazy with the quick movements of her lips and tongue. Linda felt herself coming closer and closer, closer to the end of the road! Connie worked harder and harder on Linda's large, tender pussy . .. pulling at it with the suction of her lips, tonguing it... And then ...
"UUUHH-UHHH! Oh, YESS-SSS!" It was June, suddenly crying out. "Thisssss is IT! OHH-hhh, ba-BEEE! YAWHHHH!"
With this, her cum came fountaining out, dousing the firmly moving dildo with her hot elixirs! She yelped loudly, and her hips swung up from the bed, jouncing up into the thing in Linda's firm hand. "OHH-hhhh!" cried June in complete ecstasy.
It was now Linda and Connie who were enjoying themselves. Linda pumped wildly up into Connie's soft little mouth with her cunt. More and more of Linda's musk-smelling moistures hit into Connie's mouth. Then Linda's thighs quivered and she shot and shot ... Connie tasted only the quick flows of semi-saltiness.
Connie's crotch swung away from June's babbling lips. Somehow, this time, she did not need fulfillment a second time. Then it was over. All three girls lay panting, their legs and bodies still intertwined. Someone lit a cigarette and, one by one, they shared it.
"Wow!" Connie said suddenly, her wrists resting against her mouth, "The things that you learn in the space of a couple or three short weeks!"
She was alluding to the helplessness she had felt in the days just before she had moved into this apartment with June. She had had such a lost feeling then, and now .. . here was the sense of having arrived into the world of womanhood.
"You're not just kidding!" June exclaimed, knowing exactly Connie's meaning.
At that moment the phone rang. Connie jumped up to answer it, her bare bottom, her hips, flinging in time with her swinging ankles. She picked up the receiver and listened briefly ...
"It's for you, Linda," she said; Linda came bouncing to the phone to listen and speak a few words. Then she began to chuckle. After a bit, she hung up.
"Well, girls," she said, reaching for the towel that June was handing to her, "guess I've got to go. That was my friend . . . She has met the enemy and he is hers!"
"The who, Connie, is your brother, Jack," said June calmly. "And the what is that Jack will be having his big dick plunging in and out of some steady pussy!"
"Well put, my dear," said Linda. "And I think they might even get married, come the spring!"
"Well . . . Ill . . . be . . . damned!" said Connie. And they all laughed and giggled continuously while they dressed and talked until Linda finally went out the door to meet her friend.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There were two full weeks more, in which Tom and Len were away, or otherwise totally preoccupied with other business. But during that time, June and Connie found more and more in common-their friendship blossoming.
The evenings in the apartment were kept cozy, and it was usually just the two of them, sharing a well-cooked dinner and a fire in the old living room fireplace warding off the increasingly chill winds of late fall. After supper they would study and chat, usually about classes, the general goings-on of the campus. Then they would get ready for bed; but now they always shared June's big double, and would read, and talk, sometimes listening to the wind whining in the trees outside their second-floor window. It was so-oo cozy and at last one of them would turn out the light and they would snuggle down into each other's arms. More than once, the big pencil box dildo would be brought into play-though each knew that this was only a stop-gap measure.
June would mention how much she missed Tom and Connie would say how much she longed for the real thing. Then June would find herself thinking not only of Tom but quite sharply of Roy-and of Al. Sometime, she told herself, she would have to try to explain to Connie what all of it had meant to her-and how she had managed it.
By the time Tom and Len had rejoined the two girls, Thanksgiving was in the air; all four decided that they would spend that holiday together, the two girls cooking the big turkey dinner. There were already intimations that their old friendship had lost some of its closeness and, with it, some of the early heat that had marked the first moments of their relationship. Not one of them could pinpoint what had happened; but the girls on one side, the boys on the other, could detect the change.
It was while the girls were putting the Thanksgiving turkey into the oven, all stuffed and ready to go, that the subject of Christmas vacation had come up.
"June and I have decided to go down to Miami for the whole time," Connie was suddenly telling Len, after the boys had said they were going to be working together on the Butler dairy farm to make extra money. "It's terrible not spending all those fifteen days with you here or someplace. But we've decided, you know, to split and see the world."
She looked at him through her huge grannie-glasses, swaying her body in front of him. The aroma of the roasting turkey had already begun to permeate the apartment and they knew it would be good, soo-oo awfully good. Len and Tom both took generous swigs of their old fashioneds.
"Even though Connie and I hope to live it up in
Florida," put in June, her white apron and long wooden ladle giving her a completely domestic look, "we'll still miss you an awful lot!"
"Yeah," said Len, knowing they were all telling each other something, "we hate like hell to be working over the vacation. And hate like hell to think that some other dude ... y'know ... down in Miami is ..."
"Oh-HO!" Connie decided to tease. "I'll still have the best for you. And I'll see that June does the same for Tom. You two guys ..."
Then suddenly, they began again to know what it was all about. Len took a quick final sip of his old fashioned, then stood in front of his chair. One of Connie's hands slipped around his body, her finger slipping into the waist of his blue jeans. She immediately pushed her hand to his crotch, felt the hard bulging outlines of his wide, fat prick. Then she felt his tongue darting into her mouth, his hands caressing her softly, beginning to edge up under her loose sweater.
"June, baby," Tom said, "turn down the oven a bit. I think the cooks are goin' to be busy for a damn while! Let the turkey cook itself for the next hour or two!"
With that, Len grabbed Connie by the hand and slowly led her to the bedroom. Together, they shut the door behind them. Len laid his hand on one of her breasts, starting to rub it up and down. With his other hand, he took off her glasses and put them on the dresser.
"Well," he said, "this'll be just so you won't forget me."
"
Connie let him go on with his hand movements, taken up with the pleasures she received from his pressures. "Mmm-mm," she murmured, her lips tilted to his, "forget you? Ne-ver .. !" her mind was crowded with sudden ideas of what would no doubt be happening with June during the Florida vacation, but she still was filled with her present liking for Len. "We're not going to be gone that long. Oh, Lennie .. !" she said, putting her arms around his neck, and kissing him.
"I like you, Connie," Len said, and he was moving his hands up and down her spine. "Don't forget that."
He kissed her fully and they swayed quietly back and forth. For this one more time, she put her fingers at his belt, toying with the wide buckle. Connie was still surprised at her own boldness.
"It's no fun with clothes on," she whispered to him. "Let me undress you, and then you undress me ..."
"You're on!" he said, simply. Then, slowly, Connie began to unbutton his shirt, then pull it off. He flexed his arms, letting his muscles ripple, while Connie, with one deliberate motion following another, began to unzip his fly, then lower his pants and shorts, which peeled off in no time. His wide-based prick was already up and throbbing with its pulse. She bent to give it a quick kiss ... then tasted the round cockhead with her lips and tongue.
Then she stood up, more or less erect, inviting him to start undressing her. Under Len's rapid stripping motions, Connie's dress came off easily. It slipped smoothly up, then fell to the floor. Then, as Len kept her mouth covered with his, her bra and panties fell away, to drop at their feet.
Len began delivering long, lingering kisses up and down the white smoothness of her naked belly. His eager lips kissed further down, to the softness of her hips, then to her thighs. He felt Connie's skin almost burning under his touch, her delicate muscles quivering. Again he took one of her tight little tits to fondle it, to squeeze and press it. She kept one hand over the back of his, mashing the warmth of his large palm against her throbbing raspberry nipples.
In a moment, Len was drawing her to the bed, pulling her to a sitting position on top of himself. From behind her, he began kissing her, from the soft underside of her right breast to her armpit. With slowing strokes he rubbed into her flesh, then cupped both hands around her globes. Below, she now felt the massive thickness of the boy's rigid cock pressing up between her thighs. She spread her legs wide apart to give the thick, hard rod its freedom. It prodded up between her thighs, and she pulled it up more fully. She felt beneath the massive staff for the boy's loose-hanging nuts, stroking and jiggling at them gently. Then she began to massage his thick cock, sticking up between her legs through the hairs of her cunt. She threw back her head, savoring the brushing of his fingertips over the shields and hard nipples of her breasts, then brought it forward again. When she saw the thin, clear liquid emanating from the slit in the tip of his prick, she quickly swung herself off of him and took her own position on the bed, her face over his groin. His hands began playing over the tender softness of her buttocks.
Then she lowered her self and took the quietly flowing cockhead into her mouth, savoring its taste. She swirled her tongue about the swollen glans, licking it thoroughly. Then she cupped both his balls in her hand and dove her firmed lip-circle completely over his thick shaft. She felt the slick cockhead jamming itself far into the back of her mouth. She gagged for a second, drew the sliding wetness of her mouth to the tip of the shaft, then plunged down again, beginning to ride up and down on it, feeling the thrill of it.
Len jabbed his hips up and down slowly, meeting her every stroke, giving her a strong, thorough mouth-fucking. Time and again he sent his prick almost up into her throat and she would gasp, pull up and plunge all the way down again, her wide-open jaws nearly cracking, her lips wrapping themselves around the thick wide shaft. The boy went on letting her expert suck-job get to him until he was just on the edge. Just before his build-up to uncontrollable explosion, he gently lifted her head off and away from his glistening rod. Expertly, he turned her around on the bed on her back. He raised himself over her, his face in the cleavage between her tits and then began to lick downward along her belly, his tongue-tip dwelling and swirling inside her nave. He went still lower, finally burying his face into her sweet-smelling cunt. Her legs spasmed upward, past his shoulders and he delved in even deeper.
His tongue began to slide up and down her pussy as if exploring it. Connie moaned in her delight until at last his tongue was swirling around her clit, urging the love-button to searing sensations. Shivers of excitement and pleasure traveled through every part of her body as Len kept on sucking her wildly, eating and nibbling over every part of her cunt ... His fingers meanwhile dug into the softly warm flesh of her ass as he twisted and turned his face, letting it cling to her box. He licked and lapped furiously at all the different places, his tongue finally darting far up inside her canal.
He felt Connie tremble beneath his onslaughts, felt the tremors cascading down her cunt, spreading through her whole body. He kept playing with her tender clit, and lapping at it until she could stand it no longer. Quickly, then, he moved himself up over her on the bed, positioning his body, readying it so that he could plunge his rigid length deep into her. As he clamped his hard-muscled thighs around and on either side of her form, she spread her legs further and grabbed her hand around the thick base of his prick. Then he grasped its shaft in his own hand, guiding it, placing the cockhead just inside the lips of her wet and curly cunt. Then he pushed in. She squealed and bucked up against him. Len gasped at the feel of his thick prong sliding so rapidly up into her. He sank it in to its hilt, the pussy lips wide apart around it, his pubic hairs mingled fully with hers.
Then he started to fuck her furiously! She gasped for air as his cock rammed strongly in and out of her! In response to his hammering strokes, his arms now clasped around her shoulders, she bucked up and down, feeling the cockshaft filling out the walls of her cunt to bursting. When he lifted his chest away from hers, letting their hips do all the grinding, her breasts rolled and flopped, their tiny crests swollen and hard. As Len rapidly dug himself into her, his groin slapping hard against her flesh, his cock fast doing its work, Connie felt her new orgasm beginning to well up inside her with intense pressure.
Suddenly, he reached for one of her nipples to pinch it ... flooding her breast and body with added sensations. Their bodies slapped together, hard, as the strong, steady fucking consumed them both. Suddenly, Connie was sighing, almost sobbing.
Now he really bucked into her, his legs thrashing against hers. His loins seemed to swell as his balls slapped wildly against her inner thighs. Then Connie arched her back, high off the bed. Her mouth opened and the stare in her half-shut eyes became glassy. She grabbed his arms as if holding on as she tumbled over the edge! He gave one more deep inward lunge with his thick, wide prick as if it would split her apart. Her fingers clamped and squeezed into the flesh of his arms. Then she exploded, her hips moving wildly as she was consumed by the force and power of her orgasm! Her love-juices flowed around his still-plunging prick, bathing it with the heady lubrication of her cum so fully, that its sliding grew easier and easier, until he thought he was plunging his thick staff into a void.
He looked into her face, seeing her slack-jawed expression. Then without letting his embedded prick fall out of her for a second, rolled over to his side with her drawn closely next to him. So positioned, he began again to fuck her in earnest. His staff plunged wildly in and out of her wet, seething cunt. He began to increase his pleasures by running his hands over all the surfaces of her body. His own sensations were building toward full climax, the whole stiff body of his cock swollen with its inner heat. For a moment he ceased his plunging, his cock drawn half out of her, its head throbbing midway up her vagina. Then he had an idea. He placed the tip of his middle finger at the skin-crease between his huge and tightening balls, then edged its tip up along the underside of his wet, stationary cock. Then he pushed his finger up inside her twat . . . and, with his cock still sticking up inside, he began to push his finger way up to fuck her with it! Behind her, his other hand searched for her other hole. Quickly he found it, then pushed a finger inside, making it gradually disappear. This double action filled them both with new heights of pleasure. Finally he removed his finger from her front hole then slammed his prick again deep inside.
For moments he double-fucked her and Connie moaned in ecstasy. Before the boy could pick up the speed of his ramming cock, she had another orgasm. He kept on fucking her as if there were no tomorrow. His own explosion was mounting deep inside him, and then she felt her hand reaching to his balls, gently holding and fondling them. This did it. He drew all but the tip of his cock out of her, then held himself fast, letting her fingers play about his balls. Then he came ...
From its stationary position just inside her cunt-lips, his cock spewed out the first long spurt of white jism. Then came another. Then he quickly dove in, losing all control. Wham! Wham! He heard himself scream as a thick wide wad of cum again shot from his loins. He drew back his hips in a split second, then plunged his streaming, shooting cock deep inside. His nuts blew their load with such intensity that he thought it would never stop. And he went on lunging, again and again, until she was filled with his boiling white jism.
This excited her even more. "Oh, fuck me ... ohh, that big hard cock . . . Get it into me, Lennie! Fuck mee-ee..."
The boy kept giving it everything he had until the last spurt of cum was delivered. His momentum and the fever of feeling her body, kept his prick jabbing, even after his own anguished cries had indicated his finale. He sweated and strained, still fucking her. She bucked her hips with new frenzy until she reached still another orgasm. Her pussy flowed and flowed with her cum until she thought she would die!
At last, Connie calmed down and stopped all her motions. They both lay, still fastened together, very quietly ... nearly exhausted.
"Ohh-h, Lennie," she said, her finger toying with his shoulder blades, "you're so good! You are so good!"
"That'll give you something to remember me by, when you're down in Florida," he told her, "sucking up all that sunshine ... and nothing else, I hope."
Len had separated himself now, and stood up, his cock shriveled and flaccid. Connie looked at him from her position on the bed, watching the smooth motions of his body as he bent down to pick up her clothing from the floor. Then he reached for his own. Then, silently, she stood up before him and kissed him on the shoulder. Slowly, methodically, they dressed together.
"C'mon, baby," said Len. "Let's get on out, and see how the turkey's doin'."
They paused before the closed door, and gave each other another kiss. Then they opened the door, and went into the living room. June was already dressed, and heading for the kitchen. But Tom sat dozing in the corner of the couch, completely nude. His long, soft cock rested down the inside of his thigh, his balls still gleaming with wetness.
"C'mon, buddy-boy," called Len. "Get up! It's time for Thanksgiving dinner!"
Tom slowly woke and Len helped him to his feet. Connie helped but in the next moment had put her hand to Tom's crotch, cupping his balls in her hand. Tom bent down and kissed her.
"What say after dinner," he said suddenly, "if we still feel like it, we switch off partners. Hey, buddy?"
Len nodded his assent and Connie went into the kitchen to help June with all the preparations.
That night, the four parted full of memories of a wondrous evening, the boys promising to keep them busy until the week before Christmas . . . and the girls' departure for a vacation of new adventure.
Strangely enough, during the three weeks between
Thanksgiving and the start of the Christmas vacation, the two couples saw surprisingly little of each other. Tom and Len, as the first heavy snows of winter set in over the campus-town, were solicitous toward the girls for a while. But with Tom now pledging for a fraternity, and Len recovering from a football injury, a nasty shoulder sprain, they seemed busily involved in their own affairs.
The girls, meanwhile, were engrossed with their apartment and with each other. Connie had been having difficulty with one of her courses, June had gladly been helping her. One evening, with a snowstorm swirling outside and the wind hurling heavy white flakes against the window panes, Tom was on the phone when June answered his call. He was suggesting that Len and he come over to the girls' apartment to spend part of the night. But June, realizing how snug she and Connie were by themselves at this moment, put Tom off.
"Oh, it's so stormy outside," she explained, her foot perched on the long living room couch, her fingers tugging at her heavy fleece-lined slippers, "why don't we do it some other time? Besides, we've got so much work to do. So much! Poor Connie's got to get through that course ... She's simply got to."
Tom agreed. "We were just worrying about you," he said, "that's all. And, say. You know Lennie and I are taking you to City Airport next Friday afternoon. Right?"
"Right," June said, pleased that Tom remembered, but also thinking that only a week from tonight, she and Connie would be enjoying the warm, almost tropical breezes of Miami. "We're counting on it. But we'll see you before then. Right?"
"Right," said Tom. They chatted some more, kissed over the telephone and rang off.
It was the next afternoon, while she and Connie were Christmas shopping, and picking up some last-minute items for their trip, that June saw Roy ... and with him, parka pulled up around his ears, was Al. It was on the main shopping strip of State Street and June suddenly felt herself blushing. Her heart raced wildly, but she turned her face away, her nose uptilted and pretended not to see either of them. Roy looked point-blank at her and made as if to speak ... but apparently thought the better of it. He turned away, still beside him, and walked the other way.
"Who was that?" Connie wanted to know, sensing her friend's preoccupation.
"Did you see them?" June demanded, her anger rising, then falling away. Connie nodded, "Well," said June, "that tall boy was that louse, Roy. I told you about him! The other one was Al."
"Ooo, yes," smiled Connie, her eyes dancing. "You told me about him, too! He's cute! 'Course, Roy is kinda cute, too, in a way. But that Al is really cute!"
"Oh, he's cute, all right!" said June. "But you'd better watch out. He's got something you're better off not trying to handle."
Connie nodded and smiled quietly, her cheeks flushing.
"Never mind," said June, "we're going to Florida, and we're leaving all this shit-ass stuff right behind us!"
"But only for a while," Connie reminded her.
"Just ... never mind," said June, a vague pang of jealousy striking her. "Besides, we have Len and Tom and Foxie and lots of other things." She took Connie by the elbow.
"Yeah," said Connie, but she was wondering.
The next Friday afternoon, the skies lowering, snow scudding down the ramp-ways, the girls were saying good-byes to Tom and Lennie at City Airport.
"Florida, here we come!" June chanted. "Now, listen, you two guys, take it easy, and be careful..."
"We'll take it any way we can get it," Tom kidded, "and you be careful!"
"Yeah," said Len, tugging uncomfortably at the sling about his arm and shoulder. "Be careful. While we'll be workin' hard and rakin' in the money, you'll be suckin' up all that sunshine ..."
"But nothing else," Connie supplied, with a shy smile.
"I'll bet," said Tom, feigning disapproval.
"Fuck thee ..." said June, again using one of her favorite expressions.
"Sonofabitch," supplied Lennie. They all laughed, and the girls boarded their plane ... next stop New York, and then Miami!
As the girls gazed from the fuselage window, they saw the two boys walking away, sauntering together, Tom's arm slung over Len's shoulder. June and Connie watched them, a bit longingly.
"They seem as good friends as ever," said Connie.
"Yeah," said June, her tongue tucked inside her cheek, "but I wonder ..."
"Wonder what?" asked Connie.
"Never mind," said June. "I just wonder, that's all."
"Oh, no!" cried Connie. "You don't think ..."
"Oh, heck, no!" said June, knowing that they had brought Connie's pencil case with them. "But sometimes, these days, a girl can't help wondering. That's all."
At Miami, the hotel limousine met them at the airport. It was already midnight, but the air was warm and tender about them. It was a startling, unbelievable change from the climate they had just left. At the hotel, where the smell of orange blossoms hung in the air, they found their reservation was all ready. In the warm air, and with the lights of the city and the feel of the ocean and its distant surf surrounding them, they immediately decided to go to bed. Their room, with its draperies and its large double bed and adjacent single bed, welcomed them. Tropical breezes wafted through an open French window.
"Oh, gee!" said Connie. "This is nicer than I ever expected!" She flounced on the double bed. "Limousine service and all!" She looked about the room. "Why, this is just like home! Only more deluxe!"
"Much more deluxe," June reminded her, candidly, "but let's get ready for bed. I'm tired." She yawned. But Connie, sprawled on the double bed, already seemed to have dozed off .. . That trip, and all the excitement .. . June raised Connie and helped her undress. Finally, they turned off the light and slept soundly till the Southern sunshine came pouring through their windows.
They breakfasted early and wandered about, observing the bright blue of the skies. Soon, they decided to change into their bathing suits and head for the large swimming pool.
"Gee!" said Connie, flipping into her scant suit, "I hope this hotel isn't so snooty that we can't meet anyone."
"Well, if it is," sniffed June, "we can always go to the beach. There's plenty of stuff there, I'll bet my bottom ..."
"Dollar," interjected Connie with a laugh. She bounced about the room, eager to go.
"C'mon," said June, "it's still early. Help me unpack these last few things and put them away. Then we can go."
Eagerly, hardly able to contain her excitement, Connie helped. Within a quarter of an hour they were racing out their room door, heading for the poolside. There they found the gleaming patio crowded with young people and a few older ones. For the younger set, it was apparent that practically all were also on winter vacation from assorted colleges and universities from all over. Some of the younger ones already were in advanced stages of sunburn.
"Hey," said Connie, "let's make sure we don't get like that ... burned to a crisp. It would ruin everything."
"Yes," June agreed, "it sure would cut out a lot of the fun and games."
Already in the crowded patio, June had singled out a target. She had never seen a boy quite so handsome. She nudged Connie on the elbow and nodded in the direction of this special young guy. He was not tall, as they both saw, but was of better than medium height, with a smooth, bronzed chestiness that stole their breaths away. His waist was narrow, and his swim-trunks fitted around him like the skin on a bologna-sausage. His thighs were well-muscled and tanned like the rest of him and muscles seemed to ripple with his every step, his every motion. For the moment, as they watched, he seemed to be talking to a group of his buddies ... but then he looked their way.
June clapped her large dark sunglasses over her eyes and pretended not to be staring.
"Ohh!" cried Connie, "he's so pretty!"
That silly girl, thought June. She'll spoil everything. Pretty, hell! He's handsome!
"Just look at those blue, blue eyes of his," Connie went on, fairly wriggling in her excitement and June took her up. "Yes, and that blonde shagged hair! Boy!"
Soon, they were watching him apparently saying, almost bowing, his good-byes to his friends. June and Connie were watching every move he made and the masculine grace of his walk ... shoulders swaying with his every stride. He looked slowly over his shoulder at them, perhaps to see if they were looking. Then ...
"Oh-hh, June," said Connie, suddenly blushing with embarrassment, "I think he's coming over to us!"
And sure enough the young man was standing, a bit falteringly, right in front of them. June took off her glasses and looked, her smile hovering about the corners of her mouth. They looked straight at each other.
"Hi," said the boy, now standing over their reclining figures. His complete handsomeness struck into their senses, and suddenly they felt helpless. Thoughts of Tom and Len, of Roy and Al, even Foxie, receded abruptly.
For the moment, he seemed to tower over them. His legs were slightly apart, the tight fit of his trunks accentuating the tapering width of his chest and shoulders. But most of all his friendly grin and bright blue of his eyes impressed them most with their open and welcoming frankness.
"I haven't seen you two before," said the welcoming stranger, settling down beside them. Both thought he was surely the handsomest boy they had ever seen. "Did you just get in?"
"Well," said June brightly, "more or less. We only got in last night, and we've been busy just catching up on lost sleep."
The boy nodded his understanding. "It takes a good half day to catch up," he said, "and to get accustomed. It's pretty different here."
"You can say that again," said Connie, not wanting to be left out. "I mean, different is right on."
"We left where we came from in a blinding snowstorm," added June. And from there, their talk centered around themselves and where each had come from.
George, as the newcomer had introduced himself, came from a town on Long Island and was attending Columbia University. The girls told him about Riley College and that they were roommates.
"Hey," said George suddenly, "have you two made any dates for tonight?"
"Well, hardly," said June. And Connie chimed in. "We just got here. Remember?"
George seemed pleased. "Well, how about dinner, then?" Suddenly he was full of attentiveness.
"Well, gee!" said Connie, her shapely legs moving in the sunshine. She moved over on the flagstones of the patio, leaving room on her blanket, which she patted.
"We'd love to," said June, moving away from Connie, making room for the young stalwart's body between them. "Why don't you sit awhile?"
"Love to!" said George, slinging his shapely form down between them. "Love to! So, what about dinner, you two?"
"Both of us?" asked Connie, quickly wondering, but dismissing her thoughts.
"Certainly. Certainly!" answered George, his smile and the blue of his eyes even more attractive and inviting than before. "Of course, both of you ... I'll send my car around ..."
All three broke into laughter when he said it and George now lowered himself quickly to the spread of blanket between them. They spent the rest of the forenoon pleasantly talking. It was a relaxed, Southern atmosphere, which they were all three enjoying and simulating. June looked down at George's strong, tanned thighs, and longed to put her hands on them, but hardly dared. George wished the same for her and Connie, but despite his suavity, he didn't dare either.
"We'll have dinner at the Copa," he told them, "and I'll see you around five-thirty." With that, he sprang to his feet. "Room 426. Right?"
"Right!" they said in unison, laughing. With that, George went to rejoin his friends. For the next hour or more, till the last they saw him, George was making beautiful and graceful dives from the diving board. They finally left, marveling at his skill.
By three o'clock, the two girls were back in their room, still talking about their luck.
"It certainly looks," said June, as she came out of the shower, "as though this could work into something very interesting. So, let's play our cards right, and just not let him get away!"
She was laughing, remembering the firm, beautiful body of the boy who had offered to take them to dinner.
Connie was already flitting back and forth across the sumptuous hotel room, full of excitement.
"Oh," she said, "I'm all for that! Maybe we can corral him for the rest of the week!" Both girls giggled.
"Somebody that looks like that, just has to be good-" Connie went on.
"In bed?" interjected June.
Connie again giggled. "Who knows?" she said.
They dressed in their sexiest, smartest outfits. And they were more than amply rewarded when George came knocking at their door, blue eyes sparkling.
"Wow!" he said, "you two looked good down by the pool. But, wow! You're knockouts now!"
Connie practically curtsied in the face of this handsome boy's compliments, but June took it in her stride.
"Want something to drink here?" she asked blandly. "We just got some booze in. And some ice cubes."
"Oh, come on!" said George, "the evening's on me! Let's go, and we'll head to the Copa for some of their specials. They call 'em Tropical Slings. They've got everything in 'em! They taste like fruit juice."
"How many apiece can we have?" asked Connie, bubbling.
"One," said June and George almost in unison.
The Copa was quite secluded and flowing with romance. Waiting for their table, George took them to the bar to order their drinks. The Tropical Slings arrived, bathed in ice, and a rose-pink color. Straws, stuck in the tops, with little burgeoning parasols, invited their lips.
It took them a half-hour to finish the drinks and by the time it came to ordering dinner the girls were more than slightly silly. But the dinner was excellent. "Sumptuous," they all agreed.
And, just before the arrival of dessert, George ordered another round of Tropical Slings. Halfway through dessert and the drinks, there seemed to be nothing George could say that didn't set Connie off into gales of laughter, and June found she could hardly suppress her own giggling. Never had either had such a good time. George, too, basked in the sunshine of their happiness and in the beautiful chicness of his two gorgeous girl companions. Something about their smiles, their flushed, healthy faces made them even more beautiful. George, though he felt the force of his drinks, was being thoroughly turned on and said so. He was about to order another round of drinks, but with the girls politely refusing, he settled upon ordering one for himself.
By this time, June and Connie were more than ready for a session of fun with this bright, simply gorgeous boy from New York. Oh, he was so handsome, they were beside themselves. When the check for the dinner arrived, the girls politely excused themselves to go to the powder room. There they would have a chance to talk a little in private. And it was there that they agreed that George had been a gentleman not to suggest anything, though more than once he had seemed on the verge of it. Then they agreed that if he didn't suggest anything in the way of intimate games, they would. Neither had ever thought to share just one boy, but this, they thought, was different. George was too sweet and too handsome to be let out of their tender trap.
George, however, was well enough aware of the impression he had made on Connie and June. June he liked for her voluptuousness. More than once, the look of her full twin globes beneath her gown had made him lick his lips. They'd be wonderful things to tease at and to taste! Connie he liked for her pertness and the way her cute tits pressed up under her jacket. It was the way her slim, active little legs looked when she moved that he liked even more. "What a pair of girls," George said to himself. "These I'm going to have to myself tonight and maybe tomorrow . .. and maybe ..."
He grinned to himself. And to hell with my buddies, Randy and Joe, he thought. They can watch out for themselves.
He felt a certain giddiness from the drinks and from the heavy, rich dinner. But that would pass, soon enough. He saw the two girls on their way back to the table, and noticed a look of determination in their faces. He rose to his feet as they seated themselves, and signaled to the waiter.
"Let's have some coffee," George suggested, "and then get down to brass tacks."
Again, the two girls giggled, just to hide their knowledge that George was about to pop an interesting question. As the coffees arrived, they waited, expectantly.
"How do you both feel about a party?" George began, stirring his coffee, "I mean, just the three of us."
"What kind of a party?" they asked, knowing exactly what George meant.
"Well," George groped for words. "Like I say, the kind where just three people are invited. Like, er, you two and me!"
Suddenly June burst out laughing, looking at the embarrassment on George's handsome face. "Well," she said, still laughing gaily, "I'm sure glad you finally got around to asking ..."
"Yeah," giggled Connie, "instead of leaving it up to us. Of course we'd be interested. Why do think we've been giggling all evening?"
Connie's way of saying it set them all laughing again, but George found himself wishing he had not had that last Tropical Sling. His head still swirled, but he was sure the coffee would fix it. He decided he'd better have another cup.
"I just wanted to make sure you were game," he said, a grin flashing across his wide, masculine lips to light his face. "Anyway, if that's the way it is, where shall we go? Your place or mine?"
"Well," June said, "we're the newcomers, so this should be our housewarming."
"You can say that again!" added Connie.
"So, it's a deal," said George, glad it was their place, after all. At his, there'd be no telling when one of his buddies would come barging in, that he didn't want!
As George drove hack to the motel in his rented car, they all sat in the front seat. Amid continued laughing and giggling, their good time together became even more hilarious. June, who sat in the middle, felt George's free hand, feeling up her thigh, fingertips pressing close to her crotch. She responded by running her hand along the insides of the boy's legs, gently squeezing at the muscles. She almost wished she could feel up higher on him-up into his crotch-but decided against it.
After a brief stop at a store for a bottle of bourbon and some cokes, the trio soon found themselves at the door to the girl's motel room, which was just across the pool and patio from George's. With George holding the paper sack under his arm, June quickly opened the door, and they were inside. The two girls were very, very ready. June took the paper bag from under George's arm and placed its contents on the bar. Connie began to help the boy off with his dinner jacket, but noticed that he wavered and weaved a bit as she did so.
But next, she found herself in his arms, quickly succumbing to the wet, fervent kiss with which the boy covered her lips. She felt his tongue-tip probing and licking gently into her mouth. With a quick laugh, she broke free and went to hang his jacket in the closet. June approached George quietly from the rear, and threw her arms around his body, kissing softly between his shoulder blades. George was struggling to take off his necktie, realizing that the room was more than slightly whirling about him. Connie walked to him and began to unbutton his skirt.
"Whew-ee!" George suddenly exclaimed. "The room ... she is going around slightly! I-I wish I hadn't had that lasht Tropical Shhling. Wow!"
The girls giggled and Connie soon felt George's hands at her tits, first brushing rudely against them, then cupping and squeezing. But then she was helping him unbutton and unzip the top of her dress, waggling her shoulders as he slid it down over her smooth white shoulders with their sprinkling of freckles. June was still behind him, hugging her arms warmly around him.
She lowered her hold to his waist.
"Whew-ee!" said George again, his eye on the double bed. "Why don't you two help me over to that bed and let me sit down a minute? Whew-ee! Then I can sit and watch you two, er, undress. I'd help, but I..."
"Oh, no," cried the two girls, suddenly solicitous, "you're the one who needs the help."
With that, they guided George, now more than a little drowsy, to the bedside, and let him sit down, facing them. Then, happily bouncing about the room, the girls began to remove one article of clothing after another. Connie finished slipping out of her smart-looking dress and pranced lightly to the closet to hang it up, her tits bouncing and bumping up and down in front of her. That disposed of, next came her bra, which she draped over a doorknob. Then she turned around to face June and George. She deliberately, one by one, took off her stockings.
June was standing right in front of their young guest as he sat and watched, slowly shaking his head. His tongue flicked across his wide lips, moistening them. June had already taken off her gown and draped it over a bedside chair. Now, she was standing close to him, letting him reach up to undo her bra. She knew that he wanted her full, round globes, just from the way that he'd been looking at them! Soon they were bobbing free from the tiny bra, and as June bent forward to remove her stockings, in all their silkiness, her tits hung invitingly from her upper body.
George groaned and whistled as he cupped both hands around them.
Next, June bent lower, between the boy's legs, to unbuckle the single buckles of his shoes. She helped him kick them off. Then she pulled off his socks. That done, she raised herself again and George clamped his hands about her heavy breasts. He groaned again and then June was standing, legs apart, only in her sheer panties, pressing her crotch toward his face.
George groaned again, head swimming. Connie was kneeling now beside him, an arm slung over his shoulder, her other hand quickly unbuttoning his shirt. George hunched his shoulders and moved his arms, helping her remove the shirt. Next, off came his white skivvy shirt, up over his head. Once more, like this morning, the girls marveled at his strong, bronzed chest, the smooth skin, the small, soft patch of hair between his male breasts.
Connie pulled and tugged at his body, her arms around his wide, tanned shoulders, urging him to a reclining position on the bed. June lifted the boy's legs, swinging them, with effort, onto the covers and rich-looking spread. George groaned again, but left one hand on Connie's bare shoulder, while, with the other he rubbed up and down the sides of June's naked torso.
Sensing that the boy was still struggling with himself, the girls quickly moved into their respective positions. Connie undid the boy's belt and, with a single sweep, unzipped his fly. With two pairs of hands at his waist, George lifted his hips, and let the girls slip off his flared slacks. Giggling again, June and Connie each grabbed hold of a leg and pulled. The slacks came off in a jiffy and were soon draped over June's dress on the chair. Except for his jockey shorts, George's lean, sinewed form now lay. before them, completely nude. They heard him groan a little and knew he had closed his eyes for a moment. Both girls had now stopped their laughter as they kept marveling at George's absolute male perfection.
Just one little shred of white clothing. . . those jockey shorts. Take 'em off and they would see everything that this handsome specimen had to offer! Connie, hardly able to wait, stretched her fingers deep under the boy's crotch just to feel the generous bulges made by his twin ovals under the cotton cloth. She began to swarm her fingers over each of his balls, feeling them, gently jiggling each one in turn.
Again, George sighed, but remained quiet. A helluva note, he was thinking, regretting that last drink. Then he felt their busy fingers at the elastic waistband. He lifted his hips high, to let them slide his shorts down over his ass, then his legs. The girls were still giggling excitedly as they worked-then their laughter stopped.
For there, poised above his heavy-looking balls, was almost next to nothing! Connie thought his cock looked as though he'd just come out of swimming, or out of a cold shower. She'd seen her brother, Jack's, cock after such occasions, at least a couple of times. It looked so small, so shriveled, so ... helpless! Of course, she knew Jack's penis never stayed that way for awfully long ... But George must have had his shower hours ago! She'd never heard of the effects of booze.
She and June looked at it, struck with their disappointment. There, peering at them through a thick frame of his dark pubic thatch, was George's soft, flaccid organ. Its circumcised head seeming somewhat large for the rest of it, the core of it seemingly resting in concentric rings of heavily wrinkled flesh.
But at least the boy had nice nuts, Connie thought, and for now she contented herself with fondling and playing around their warm hairiness.
Give it a chance, girls, George kept thinking drowsily to himself. . . Give it a chance . . . Then hs dozed.
Immediately, the girls seemed ready to do just that. It was as though they had been reading George's mind.
"C'mon, Connie," said June, hearing George's deep breathing, "let's do something! He's asleep now Maybe we can do something!" She looked down at the little wrinkled mound of flesh. "The way that thing is, it's not gonna do any of us any good!" George licked his lips, briefly moved his legs, then lay flat again.
Connie was already softly rubbing her dry, warm little palms over the insides of George's legs, with long, caressing strokes. She knelt over the boy, her raspberry-tipped tits at times touching the surfaces of his thighs. With both hands she reached around under him and began to rub the hard but supple flesh of his outer buttocks. She began to let her warm breath flow over the crisp, curling hairs around that mysterious, little heap of wrinkled flesh. Then she saw it jerk a bit as if it had come to life, a few of the wrinkles disappearing. And now, instead of pointing upward, the flaccid prick lay over on its side. Well, it seemed perhaps a half-inch longer, but still looked so helpless and pitiful.
June had moved herself upward, nestling her warm, shapely ass against George's broad ribcage. She began to stroke along his ribs. Then, suddenly, on impulse, she lowered her mouth to his chest, and bestowed a kiss on one of his flat, perfectly round little nipples. Then she surged her mouth, prodding with her tongue rapidly, up along the sensitive skin-surfaces of his throat. And there she kissed again. Swiftly now she swarmed upward, her eager mouth pressing against the smoothness of his shaven chin ... upward, till she found his wide, softly broad lips. These she kissed with all the fervor at her command, while her stiffened tongue-tip busily commanded entry to his lips. Her tits now crowded hard against his chest; hotly, yet softly pressed against him. Suddenly, George's lips parted and he was sucking her tongue inward. His eyes fluttered open and he grasped a hand warmly around the nape of her neck, fingering into the softness of her hair. June loved the sensations of his touches and, more, she was glad he was awake!
Now, suddenly, George groaned again and his head moved from side to side on the pillow. Connie was breathing around his big, softish balls. Then she began to tongue at them, laving them with her warm saliva. Above, his prick had begun to stretch and fill, the wrinkles still there, but gradually vanishing. Then she took his balls into her mouth and began to suck on them. George humped his hips up and down and began to writhe them. He moaned softly under the pressures of June's lips and tongue.
Connie, continuing with her sucking action on his balls, ran her fingertips over his thick pubic hairs.
"Ohhh-hhrgh!" said George, and he gave his hips a strong upward thrust. Connie took the obvious hint. She looked at the boy's slowly moving cock. It was longer, slightly wider ... respectable-looking, but still far from hard! Then, groping under his testicles with one hand, she lowered her mouth over the round, still soft, bare-skinned cockhead. Then she pushed her lips right down against the soft, crisp, dark hairs. Her breasts were mashed against his thighs. Her mouth busily absorbing George's manhood, she looked straight up to see June release her mouth from George's, then lift her right tit up into place over the boy's lips. It was such a big, gorgeous boob that sometimes Connie wondered at it. Then she saw the wet underside of George's tongue as he reached up with it, right up against June's rapidly erecting nipple. Connie reached for one of June's thighs and began to squeeze it.
Then it began to happen! Inside her mouth, George began to grow! Again, below, she cupped the twin testicles in her palm while she kept up the swarming action over George with her mouth. To her wide-eyed astonishment, the cock filled and grew. Inside the warming suction of her mouth's cavern, the cock swelled and lengthened! Connie still clamped her lips tightly into the pubic hairs. But the warm flesh in her mouth suddenly seemed like an animal unleashed, out of control! She felt the quickly mushrooming head sliding against the roof of her mouth then jam against the back of her throat. But it still would not quit! She clung to the growing staff bravely, but now her wide-apart lips were inches above George's thatch of crotch-hair! She kept fingering under his balls, reaching with her fingertip down the crease of his ass . . . and she decided to probe into his anus, which she had soon found. She prodded and probed into it and George jumped. His cock now filled her mouth to bursting and she began to gag.
"Easy, honey! Wow!" George's quick words came floating down to her, and with his still hardening rod, he gave a long shove into her throat. "Teeth! Teeth!"
He was trying to remind her. She gamely widened her jaws, and tried to pull her lips over her teeth. But the cock still grew .. . and grew . .. and grew! Her firmed lips were now stuck around it, halfway up the thickening shaft ... And still it grew! Pinioned by the cock and her own desires, she looked up at June with a helpless expression in her eyes. She looked as if she were about to burst into tears.
Then she bravely began to move her lips by just a few inches up and down the still-thickening staff. Already it was fatter than Lennie's and much, much longer! Christ! But now she was hardly thinking! George's cock still didn't feel hard, fully hard. Yet she continued her mouth-movements over it, trying to give George every sensation she knew how to give. Yet, still his cock grew! It hardened. She grasped both hands around its lower part. She was now able to take only the uppermost end comfortably and soon she was only sucking on the end of it just below the cockhead, which she continued to gobble.
Finally, she gave up. She let the monster-thing slip out of her mouth, and fall back on the flat surface of the boy's stomach. It glistened in the light with her spit.
"Owrr-rr. Arrgh!" said George, his moaning soft. Connie had again prodded a fingertip up his asshole, while June was busy deep-kissing him, her tongue madly dueling with his. Next, June pressed one of her full-blown tits into his face, letting him kiss and lap at it. George was moving his legs up and down, first one then the other. Connie wrapped her hand around his cock and began to massage it. The head swelled and glistened.
"June!" said Connie all of a sudden, "have you looked at this?" She held the cock straight up. June shook her head then stopped all that she was doing. Then she looked ... looked hard and long at the immense cock which lay along the center of George's belly. Again she shook her head, this time in disbelief.
She immediately thought of Al and what she had gone through with that doll of a number! George's cock was easily as thick around-so different from that little heap of wrinkled nothing she had seen just moments before. But no. It was not like Al's. It was even thicker, and a lot smoother. But it wasn't as long . .. not by a couple of inches. But it was enormous!
Then, as she watched, the cock began to recede slightly, obviously softening. Then it shriveled to half its length. George was asleep again. Damn that Sling thing, she thought! She grasped at the half-hard cock, still huge, and began to press her tits and the wide brown shields of them against his lips. He kissed at them and struggled awake.
"Christ!" he said with a smile, "two of the most luscious broads-I mean girls-in the Village and I can't even get a hard-on!"
"Oh! Yes, you can, Georgie!" said Connie again with her mouth delving warmly into his crotch, sucking at his nuts. "Just wake up, and we'll all have fun!"
Now George's mouth opened and his tongue swirled around the circumferences of June's little erected nubs of nipples. Then he began to suck on them. But George was soon wanting some other kind of action ... Some other kind?
He wanted to sink all the itchy heat of his hard, swinging prick into a good juicy cunt! Preferably little Connie's. Connie seemed so compact, so tight. Yet for now, she seemed absorbed only in plunging her warm, stretched little mouth over his commanding sex-piece! Even while he was still lying flat on his back, her head bobbing up and down ... sucking him wildly ... and with June pressing a warm tit into his mouth, he wanted to get his own gears in motion.
Slowly, George raised himself to his elbows, the muscles of his belly tightening. June straightened herself, kneeling, savoring the flowing warmth of his mouth and tongue around her nipple. He looked down at Connie, her head still moving up and down over his hard cock. But suddenly, with his hands first at her shoulders, then clasping under her arms, he began to pull at her. He wanted her underneath him! Underneath! Connie began to ease off from his huge rod, then George pulled it from her lips. It fell back to his belly with a plop.
In less than a half-minute, George had Connie flat on her back before him, his legs pinning her sides. He raised himself to his haunches, looking now also at June who was watching him. He went into a half-kneel, his long, fat prick swinging heavily up and down between his separated thighs. It looked enormous now. As he leaned forward, positioning himself over
Connie's form, it waved from side to side. The huge round knob of its head seemed to poise itself at her hairy entry. Connie lay, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, waiting.
But George's cock still swung like a derrick-arm over her, not ready to make its inward thrust. June noticed that the cock had somewhat softened from its former bone-hardness. Maybe, she thought, the kid is still having trouble with the liquor. George shook his head, as if to clear it, and cursed softly at his weakness.
"God, Georgie-boy," June exclaimed, eager to help, "it looks like you could use a little help! Right?"
George, quite high on his hands and knees over Connie, nodded and grinned. Reaching from behind, June groped her hand between his thighs and grabbed around his swinging, still-softening member. Firmly she stretched it out as far as it would go. Then she pulled it back, the edge of her hand pressing against his hanging sac. Then she stretched it out again, then pulled back. Several times she repeated the action. She enjoyed the feeling of it herself, especially when she clasped her palm firmly about the swelling cockhead and left it there, squeezing and unsqueezing her grip. Her hand then traveled down the shaft; but this time it stopped and softly clutched around his balls. These she began to roll and massage. Then, releasing them, she softly ran her cupped hand over the full warm length of George's still growing, hardening cock. George had remained motionless on his hands and knees, his head raised slightly back. His cock was still swelling. It was almost there! Almost.. .
June's hand moved over the smooth, hard surfaces, and again grasped him around the nuts. Then, with her fingertips, she began to bounce and jiggle them, feeling the soft, sensitive skin of the thick-looking bag. Then she edged the tips of two fingers from the hanging scrotum, up into the center of the crease between his firming buttocks. Then she moved it up to his asshole, touching it, nudging a fingertip around it, then slightly inside. George gave a little cry, his torso flinging upward. But now he was ready. He quickly lowered himself, thrusting his legs out behind him. Connie was still there and he lowered his hips to hers, then began to kiss her nipples.
June again ran her hand along the full length of his huge stiff cock. She wanted to guide it into Connie's furry little twat. George was already spreading the wide lips of her cunt with his fingers and, as June grappled around from behind, holding his cock, she could feel his fingers moving, and feel the little brushings against Connie's muff. June leaned hard right behind George, clasping and squeezing his enormous prick. Before shoving it into Connie's gaping love-hole, she wanted to gauge and compare. The only cock like it had been Al's, yet George's had sprouted from such humble and unpromising beginnings. It probably was not quite as thick as Al's, but almost ... and it was just as hard! It probably wasn't as long as Al's, either -but certainly it was at least the second-biggest cock she had ever seen. And it was warm and smooth and so hot! She grasped and pressed its veins, then the long under tube that then disappeared under his scrotum. She could hardly wait until she had it inside herself. And she knew her turn would come!
CHAPTER NINE
June now grasped George's throbbing shaft in her hand, clasping tightly around it just below the enormously swollen cockhead. The soft hairs of Connie's love-tuft brushed against her knuckles. Then she pointed the huge prick right inside the circle formed by George's fingers . .. and gave a little thrust, in!
She heard Connie's tight little scream at the first entry of the knob into her slit. It dove between her cunt-lips, spreading them abruptly. George reared back his head, a look of pleasured agony on his face. Then his ass muscles firmed tightly together as he drove in further ... deeper. Connie screamed again, this time a little louder. George was not as tender or gentle about introducing his great monster of a prick into
Connie as Al had been when June lay exposed to his first entry. George was too eager, too hot, as if he wanted to make up for lost time! June hoped that Connie could take it. But now Connie's screams and moans had stopped and Connie had wrapped her arms about George's undulating shoulders.
June watched in fascination as George pumped his hips and ass up and down. The quick upward withdrawal, then the slower, downward push. At one point, as June watched, George paused more than halfway out of Connie's streaming cunt to press and push Connie's ass into a better position. June saw the greater part of the big, moistened staff halted midway, the balls hanging down along the hairy base of it.
Then George pushed slowly down and further in. There he stayed, deeply imbedded, slightly undulating his hips around and around. June watched his balls scrunching, and slowly rolling around and around as their loose, shiny sac flapped and pressed against Connie's crotch.
June again reached her fingers out to touch and feel his balls. George paid no attention, but kept up his fucking with steady, slower strokes. Next, June grasped around the base of his cock as it rose out of Connie's body, and rode with it for several strokes. Then George stopped again, full and deep inside Connie's tight little form. June could imagine the giant cock in its hot tunnel. She could see the huge head, swollen and throbbing, clutched inside Connie's womb as it reached up inside the hot, moistening vaginal sheath.
George's in-and-out strokes became longer and heavier. June noticed and watched how, at each of his pulling-out movements, the cheeks of his ass would spread apart, then come hard together as he thrust downward. She put a finger between them, pointing to his asshole. She soon was enjoying the feeling of the hot pinch of his crease as he plunged down. On one of his long upward strokes, she pressed her fingertip right against the ring of his anus and the next time, stuck it in.
George gasped for a second, but kept right on with his action. Then she stuck it in again and began to ride it gingerly in and out of his hole. She listened to the gasps and moans, the little cries of pleasure of both George and Connie. Then, for a while, all she heard was the slapping of their thighs together and the thumping of their grinding hips.
Then June had an idea. She would go get the pencil case! The nice, shiny blue dildo. She was already so excited that her cunt was wet and oozing. So she would get the thing, and fuck herself with it, right there on the bed with George and Connie, who were now screwing like a pair of jack-rabbits! Still hearing their moans and cries, she raced to the overnight bag and found her dildo. She ran back to the bed with it and climbed on. She watched George's wildly thrusting and turning hips, then gingerly sank her buttocks back onto George's bare heels. Resting herself on his lower legs, in spite of the way they moved, she shoved the head of the blue dildo to her twat. Her generous tits moved back and forth with her shoulders and then she gave a good inward thrust ... right into her gaping pussy! In an instant, with her head thrown back, she had its full seven-inch length all the way in. With it, she began to stroke herself, exactly in time with the rhythms of George's hip motions. Then, with her free hand, June reached out her index finger and pushed against his asshole.
Suddenly Connie began to squeal, her thighs thrashed up and down, outside George's hips. June knew that Connie had come ... had had at least her first orgasm. George's breath was rapid and raspy, his movements steady. Then June pushed inside his ass. Then the boy came:
"UUHH!"he rasped. "UHH! UUHH! UUHH! O. OOUUHH!"
His cock raised and surged into Connie's body, raging to its climax! He shot stream after stream, wad after wad of seething white cum into Connie's cunt. "O! UUHH! UUHH!" he went on. "UH! Uh. Uh .. .uh!"
Then George sank upon Connie, quiet and at rest. He began to kiss her beautiful lips. June was now resting fully back on George's heels, pressing them, and ramming the dildo into her hot box. She was still fingering George's firm-looking ass. Then she stopped, pulling the dildo out of her cunt. She waited.
Soon, George pulled away from Connie ... away, and out of her. Then he turned himself around, an almost beatific smile on his face. He sat down on his haunches, back on his heels, now facing June. He smiled at her again as, behind him, Connie now sat leaning her face against her knees. It was her turn to watch!
George took his cock in his hand and slowly began to massage it-very slowly, up and down. It still appeared to be as hard as before, shining from its swollen, angry-looking head to its thick base, with all the moistures of his and Connie's cum. His balls were dripping with the same wetness and a pearly drop hung from one of them. His smile turned almost into a leer as he looked steadily at June. She watched his gorgeous chest and body, then gazed at his hand slowly whacking at his big prick. Suddenly, he raised himself to his knees and grasped June by the back of her head.
"Now SUCK me, Baby!" he said softly. "SUCK me!"
He pointed his cock in the direction of her mouth. Immediately, she grabbed hold of his swinging nuts and lowered herself to him. She felt the pressure of the hot cockhead against her lips and opened them, letting it slip inside. Her tongue pressed and swirled about the whole tip. George's hands were both clasped behind her head, pushing it forward. Then with one stroke she had slid her mouth and lips almost all the way down the long, wide shaft. One hand was shielded and softly cupped around his balls, bringing their soft warmth up to her chin. Then she began to suck hard, using every trick of hot lips and moist swirling tongue. And, boy, how she enjoyed the taste of everything!
"Oww-eee!" George was crying, surging his shaft in and out of her throat, "ride it, baby! OH-hh! Suck me hard!"
Connie struggled toward June's body as it gyrated up and down over George's huge hard-on. She reached for the blue plastic dildo which had dropped between June's thighs. Grasping it firmly while June's head busily bobbed up and down, Connie placed one of her hands at her back and started to shove the dildo into June's cunt. Shocked at the sudden entry, June stopped her motions, leaving George's prick half inside her mouth. Finally she slid her mouth and lips off and began to grind her hips back and forth as Connie sank and plunged the instrument in and out. George looked calmly at what the two girls were doing and kept his hands around the back of June's head. His standing prick was still jerking up and down, heavy and demanding.
"Don't quit, baby," he pleaded, "keep sucking!"
He was now brushing his lips through her hair, then down the flushed freshness of her cheeks. Connie kept driving the dildo in and out of her friend's clutching cunt, watching it grow in moistness. June threw back her head and shook her mane. Then she quickly lowered herself and took all of George's thick ten-incher into her mouth, clutching at his balls as she bobbed up and down, laving the shaft with it all. George began to kiss along the back of her neck, then down her spine. Both shivered ... and Connie kept up her steady motions below.
George looked sharply at Connie's half-reclining figure. Again he was struck with the desire to get at other portions of her sleek little body.
"Kneel up, Connie!" he said, deciding to follow his sudden impulse. He had to have her and this other luscious girl at the same time! He bent June's body backward, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Then he jockeyed her quickly around until she was comfortable under him. His cock swung upward, then down, poised above his thighs.
"Connie," he directed, "over there! Kneel right over there!"
Immediately, Connie followed his pointing motions and assumed her kneeling stance on the bed. George clamped his strong legs into Connie's soft thighs, his huge prick ready to enter her waiting cunt. June felt his fingers at the parted pink lips of her juicy canal, then felt the shock of the quick entry of his prodding cock.
"Oh, oww!" she said aloud, and George stopped for a second ... then drove himself all the way home, deep within her.
As he began his high rhythmic plunges, George suddenly sank his mouth against Connie's sweet-smelling muff, its dark patch dancing before him. She ground herself into him as hard as she could, pressing the soft, wide-lipped mound against the boy's sucking lips and gently nibbling teeth. It filled her with delicious pleasure. She moaned as, suddenly, he reached her clit, licking it with irritating probing of his tongue. Her clit sent pleasure throbbing into her cunt. Again she ground herself hard into his large, busy mouth.
June ground her hips slowly and bumped her crotch up against his. The cock was so big, so hard it filled her with endless sensation. She could feel the bulging head of it sliding up and down through her cunt-walls ... then, as he pushed deeply, she could feel it swelling and filling the neck of her womb. For minute after minute, George pleasured both girls ... his cock perfect in its thrill-giving size and rhythms, his mouth fitting over Connie's whole box. Even as he fucked with steady strokes, his fingers bit into Connie's beautiful buttocks as he lapped at her. June was now moving up and down with increasing frenzy, letting George's rod plunge in deeper and deeper with each of his hard, downward strokes, giving herself completely to the excitement his and her actions rapidly produced. She kept panting and writhing, her cunt-lips wrapped tightly around his cock. George kept busily flicking his tongue in and out of Connie's muff.
Suddenly, Connie lowered her head over June's upturned face. Then she mashed her lips against June's, licking at them. One of her breasts pressed hard against one of June's, the hard nipples striking against each other.
June kept moving up and down under George's heavy, coordinated strokes, feeling now the approach of orgasm. "June!" it was Connie, crying to her, "touch my clit. Touch it!"
George eased his licking and sucking to make room for June's reaching finger and soon it was tingling against the stiff, little love-button. Connie was going out of her mind! Then came the feel of George's madly whipping tongue, licking and probing into her. Then he took his middle finger, pressing against the inside circle of flesh, until it gave way to its pressure and the long digit sank into her. George now strongly fucked her with his finger while he continued to suck her. He ceased the gyrating plunges of his hips and his groin rested hard against June's pelvis, his long cock deep inside her, stationary except for its steady inside-throbbing ! He was beginning to feel the sharp crimson of his coming explosion.
All three were close, right at the edge. It would take only one motion to set them off!
It was Connie who made it. She suddenly sank her tongue into June's mouth, cunt spasming around George's finger. Her sudden action forced June to sink her buttocks into the soft mattress then fling her hips upward, her soft cunt still encasing the entire shaft of George's prick.
"OOhhh-hhh!" squealed Connie as George's finger-fucking and sucking slowed. "Don't stop. OHHHH, yess-ss, don't STOP!"
Then she moaned loudly. Now her head hung low as she leaned against his body, her cunt throbbing out the flow of her second orgasm. Then it was George who started to groan as the first shot of cum spat out the end of his cock like a spouting geyser. June plunged up against him, feeling the warmth of his streaming seed filling her. He bucked and groaned, half-raising himself on his hands. Then he shoved deep again, his legs thrashing.
"UH! UHH! UHH!" he was gasping, all over again. He felt as though he were floating on air, suspended out of nowhere. "OH-hhh ... Arrrr. Uhh!"
June gave one more upward buck and started to deliver as the last diminishing wads of George's cream flowed into her. "MMMM-mm-uh! she cried, "ohh-hh, mmmm! Give me more!" But more and more she gushed her hot cum out over George's prick and balls. Their thighs became wet and simmering with the soft heat of her fluid.
They all lay gasping, breathing heavily, their bodies fallen in on one another. June reached down and began to fondle George's balls again. Then quickly, he pulled out of her with a definite sucking, plopping sound. Then he lay back, gasping deeply for breath. His giant cock lay athwart his groin and then, mysteriously, began to shrivel.
Finally, with a shamefaced grin, he raised himself on an elbow, surveying the girls' nude forms. Then he looked long at the dildo, which had fallen aside.
"You girls like that?" he asked directly. He picked it up, and raised it to his nostrils. "Hmm," he said, now bouncing it up and down in his palm, "sometime, we'll have to have a party with that. Now, though, I guess we've all had enough."
He seemed fully recovered as he began to dress. Finally, with a long look at his two new friends, he let himself out the door, coat and tie draped over his shoulder. The two girls were already getting ready for bed, and saying their good-byes to him, thanking him for a fine evening and blowing kisses.
"See you tomorrow," he said, and went across the patio to his room.
The next day, when June and Connie appeared on the sun-drenched patio and poolside, George was already there with his friends. For a while, he seemed not to notice the girls. Soon he was on the diving board, his slim waist accentuated by the tight fit of his black tank-trunks. They marveled still at his perfect body and the perfect form he commanded as he took the first of a series of high, graceful dives. All eyes from around the pool seemed centered on him and his actions. And after each of his beautiful dives into the large pool, there came scattered applause. George seemed to enjoy it more than anybody.
Finally, he was finished, then walked toward his group of male friends, and reached for a towel. Only once did he turn in June and Connie's direction, as he swabbed his face and torso then rubbed his hair with the white towel. He remained occupied with his friends' conversation, once or twice he laughed gaily. But eventually he turned in the girls' direction again with a smile and wave, but this was the only acknowledgement he made of their presence. He sat for awhile, one of his friends doing most of the talking. But then all three got up and walked to the outside door of their room. George was the last to enter the door, he turned to nod at the girls a last time and disappeared inside. They watched every move of his handsome body till the last second ... then Connie sighed.
"Fine thing," said June, miffed at George's lack of concern, "he didn't even come over ... much less introduce us to his friends. Well, who cares?"
"That's right," said Connie. "There are lots of other fish in the sea."
"Besides," June went on, "I don't even think I'd care to meet his friends. That one, the one who did all the talking and laughing. He's so fruity it makes me wonder. Boy, what a fem!"
The girls spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool-side, gradually getting more and more acquainted with others of the younger set. Eventually, with a pair of new-found girlfriends, they went out to dinner on the town. It was an evening of complete, relaxed enjoyment and by ten o'clock, with the balmy night air around them, they decided to retire early. Tomorrow is another day, they told themselves as they undressed and slipped into their negligees, talking and enjoying each other's company, completely content.
It was nearly midnight; as the two lay on the bed reading, a knock came at the door. It was a soft, almost faltering knock. Then it came again, louder this time.
June, tightening her negligee about her, went to the door, her heart pounding slightly. Connie sat up, watching her from the bed. June opened the door, just a crack. And there was George, in a short terry-cloth robe, holding a tall drink in his hand. He looked down at her, his bright handsome grin lightening his features. He ran a hand over his hair.
"Why . .. ah," said June, surprised and stunned.
"May I come in?" asked George, his smile quickly dropping. His tongue flicked across his lips nervously. "I thought there might still be something in those bottles we brought in last night ... And I, ah, really'd like to see you again."
"Why, sure, George," called Connie from the bed. "Come on in!"
June opened the door wide enough to let him in and quickly closed it. She, too, was glad to see him, even though he had been a bit more than cavalier at the pool today. George walked to the center of the room and stood there for a moment. He took a drink from his glass and pointed to the bar.
"I see you have all the bottles, whiskey, cokes, and all, right where we left 'em," he said.
"Nothing's been touched," cried Connie, running to him. She clasped her warm little arms around his middle and squeezed. He felt so warm, smelled so good! And June soon had her arm over his shoulders. George bent to kiss first Connie, then gave a lingering French kiss to June. The feel of his lips heated her up more than ever. When the kiss was over she felt limp. But she soon recovered.
"Want something to drink?" she asked him. "Make yourself at home, George!"
Connie was already making him at home. Her hands, fluttering quickly at his waist, untied the belt of his robe, opening it up for him. June pulled it from his broad shoulders and let it fall. Then he was standing there, his bronzed body almost completely nude before them. He kicked off his leather-thonged sandals. There remained now only his white jockey shorts.
Connie had excitedly thrown off her negligee and come to him. Her compact little form almost shone in the light and her tits stood up from her chest, like cups of alabaster, the nipples topping them like cherries. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. June was right behind her, nude and supple, her long, full legs spread slightly, the dark, hairy triangle at her crotch mysterious and inviting.
With his tongue now licking his lips, George put down his glass. Then he put his hands to his waist and slowly pulled off his jockey shorts. He stood there for a moment, as if letting the girls admire him. Their eyes flew to his crotch and there was his still-soft cock, nestled in its dark bush of crisp-curling hair and resting atop his oversize balls. Then, the girls broke out into giggles. George grinned at them, knowingly.
"Is it always like that?" Connie wanted to know, "before things begin?"
"Maybe it's just because you girls make me nervous," George attempted to explain, "but give it a ..."
"We know, we know!" they chimed together, "give it a chance!"
"Come on. Let's go over to the bed," said George, leading the way with long, easy strides, "and maybe we can take up where we left off last night!"
They let him sink himself to the side of the bed then rushed down upon him. Their arms intertwined around his shoulders as he grasped at them. Then they began to kiss up and down his neck, Connie finally bathing and prodding into his ears with her tongue. June had come over him, gently pushing him to his back. George pushed his legs straight out in front, delving an arm under June's hips, raising her. He wanted to reach her hip, her groin with his mouth! Soon she was in place, he began to kiss the smoothness of her hip, rapidly moving his mouth to her hairy target. Within seconds, he was licking and delving his tongue-tip between the pink, parted cunt-lips. Connie, meanwhile, took his limp prick into her hand and sank her mouth over it. She felt it stir, begin to harden. Rapidly it swelled and grew, again she felt her surprise.
It swelled and grew and hardened until her mouth was stuck, like glue, just to its upper end. Then she slowly moved up and down along its hugeness. Her mouth felt like a thimble on top of a huge thumb. Then she grasped the thickness of his balls and began to massage the smoothness of them.
June watched as Connie sucked his cock. George was softly gyrating his hips in response, then would shove upward to bury more of his thick, standing flesh-rod into her clutching mouth. She watched as Connie lifted her mouth off the blunt, mushroomed cockhead, leaving it glistening with saliva. Then Connie surged her lips down the underside of the giant flesh, kissing and laving and licking it, trailing spit up and down.
Finally, Connie found his nuts. She stuck her tongue way out as far as it would go and ran it hungrily over them, jiggling them with the darts of her tongue. George gasped and thrashed his legs. His hard cock jerked up from his belly twice to strike against Connie's bobbing head. Then she sucked both his balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue about them and softly sucking them. Then she released the heavy sac and delved her pointed tongue far under his balls, into the darkly warm crease. She moved her tongue-tip up to the sensitive skin of his hanging sac. Next she plunged down and prodded inward again. This time she found something that made George jump. But soon she was down, both of her tits pressed against his upper thigh, her ass bumping high up.
George had raised himself to his elbows to watch Connie sucking and digging at him. His heels bumped the carpeted floor each time Connie caused him to spasm. Now Connie's mouth was far up under his ass, her tongue-tip finally finding and prodding his anus. Then she probed a finger up beside her tongue, wiggling its tip against the round, hidden circle. She pushed inward. George gave a jump and his cock jerked upward. It was now as swollen and hard as a large club. It seemed to wave over his belly. He clasped one of his hands at Connie's shoulder and put his other one around June's warm neck. He looked down at himself and spasmed, his eyes shut. Then he looked at June, who now started to lower herself over his cock. Before he could blink an eye, she was upon it, her lips firming around its entire fleshy girth, forming a tight hot circle which plunged rapidly down over its surfaces.
George almost cried out with the wild, hot sensations. He kept himself leaning on his elbows, eyes lowered, watching the abandoned frenzy of the two girls working over his smooth, sensitive privates. He felt his cock being drawn and sucked, June's hand grasped at its base; he savored the sensations produced by Connie's mouth which now had absorbed his balls with its sucking, and of her finger, which now jabbed in and out of his asshole. Both girls were now becoming frantic in their ministrations. He was going to cum ... he knew he was going to cum! Well, if they wanted it this way ... there'd be more where this came from ... Then every muscle of his body grew hard and tense. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
June gurgled and gasped, swallowing as hard as she could. WHAM! Another stream of George's cum shot to the back of her throat.
"O ... UUHH! UHH! UH!" George's cock was spasming and shooting inside June's still busy mouth. Connie's finger rammed home again! "Ooo-eee."
With that, George fell back, finished. The girls let go their holds and pulled up beside him on the bed. He loved their warmth and he put an arm about each one. June lit a cigarette for him, he blew a ring of smoke lazily toward the ceiling. His cock had grown limp. It was still of respectable size but seeming to grow helpless. June began to rub his hard belly, brushing her palm to the fringe of his dark thatch. They lay this way, caressing each other for twenty minutes.
Then Connie moved down, again popped his cock into her mouth! This time, they were all positioned at about the center of the bed. Quickly George felt the surge of blood pumping into his cock, it began to harden and stretch. But this time he wanted it all another way. He turned and flung himself to his hands and knees. Like last night, June knelt before him. Immediately he sank his mouth between her two large globes and began to waggle his face back and forth. He soon had one of the hardening nipples in his mouth, sucking on it, twirling his tongue around in delicious circles. Then June raised her long body and stretched back. This exposed her twat to his eager lips. He sank them against it, began prodding his long tongue deep inside, eating her without limit!
George kept his ass up as he knelt on his knees, his thighs wide apart. Now it was Connie's turn to get behind him, she quickly did so, resting back on her haunches. She surveyed the scene for a few seconds, then groped underneath George to grasp his heavy treasure. It was not yet fully hard but it swayed and bumped with his every move. Connie then pushed her mouth against his white ass and began to kiss up and down, around and around, laving and sucking it. George was raised to new heights of passion, he found June's clit and began nibbling it, licking at it. June put both her hands on his surging shoulders. Connie, behind, was now licking into the deep crease of his ass, he opened wider to let her enter deeper. Connie licked and laved, and soon her tongue pressed against the tight, round, sensitive asshole ... George all too obviously loving it.
Then Connie had an idea. The dildo. She wanted to be sticking it deep inside herself ... and then ... She rushed to get the instrument, but also fetched a jar of Vaseline. She lightly bounced back on the bed, hearing June's moans of joy and ecstasy. Excited by her sounds and the view of George's body surging and undulating, the way his giant cock waved and slapped against his underbelly, Connie quickly drove the pencil case dildo deep inside her cunt. Looking at the expression on June's face, hearing George's deep sucking sounds, she began to fuck herself with it wildly. Just watching and probing the dildo soon brought her to the brink of orgasm. But, exercising her control, she drew it out. She wanted to try something else, and she looked at George's creamy, smooth buttocks. She reached for the Vaseline, began to apply it generously to the dildo. Then she positioned herself behind George.
He was so busy bringing June to climax with his mouth, that he hardly heard Connie, hardly felt it when she parted his ass-cheeks with her fingers. He enjoyed it when she again traced a finger around his anus. Then she plunged it all the way into him! It appeared the boy couldn't get enough. He seemed to widen his ass cheeks even more! Then Connie took the dildo and pressed it to his hole. With a short, screwing motion she plunged it into the narrow aperture. To her surprise, George reared back down on it, it entered him all the way! He went on eating at June's pussy without pause; slowly Connie began to draw the dildo in and out of his body, fucking him with it.
His hips undulated back and forth, now his bobbing cock was as hard as a stanchion. He's enjoying it, thought Connie, he likes it! She went at it even more furiously, and began to finger-fuck herself.
Suddenly, June popped. Her head wagged from side to side, her mouth was drawn back in a grimace of ecstasy. George lapped noisily at her cunt, sucking it dry, absorbing all her cum with his mouth and lips. When she was finished, June drew away from his face and went to Connie. George stayed in the same position, his hips moving back and forth as the dildo plunged into his anus! Then out. His hard, thick cock jerked and bobbed between his separated legs, its head periodically striking his navel!
Below, June ran her tongue up Connie's thighs, then ground her face into Connie's cunt. She began to suck it furiously, and flicked her tongue up and down across the clit. Connie panted and moved her hand and the dildo faster and faster. Then she pressed her crotch tightly against June's plunging tongue, which was squirming around, buried as deeply into her as it would go. Her whole body was in action as she writhed to June's sucking and eating and screwed into George's ass with the dildo. Her whole being racing with excitement, she grabbed at George's flinging, hard cock. Then she rolled him over on his back, his stallion ganglia throbbing and, at times, pointing almost straight up!
She reluctantly drew herself away from June, and proceeded to squat herself over George's groin. Slowly, she grasped a hand over his rod, lifting it. Then she lowered herself over its huge head and sank her cunt down over it. She kept squatting, her cunt slowly filling, stretching, as she pushed her twat further and further down. Now the giant cock was fully imbedded, cunt lips wrapped about its base, womb welcoming the swollen head. Only his balls hung out, resting between his parted thighs. June saw the dildo still sunk inside his ass and began to draw it out.
"No," cried George. "Leave it in! Leave it in. Fuck me with it!"
She began to push it again, deep inside him, then draw, then push again.
"C'mon, girl," he suddenly commanded. "Come up here with your twat, so I can start eating you again!"
Connie was moving steadily up and down on him, leaning forward and supporting himself on her hands. George began to move his hips up and down steadily, fucking deep into her. He was now busy burying his face and tongue into June's furry cunt, while she drove the dildo in and out of his ass. The only sound now in the room was the thumping sound of joined bodies, cock driving into cunt, the sound of heavy, delicious sucking.
It was June who came first, reaching her second orgasm, again there was the wild sound of George's mouth slurping and sucking into her. Exhausted finally, June drew away to watch the rest of the action. George, the dildo still jammed inside, now fucked up into Connie furiously, while she rode him. She ground her stretched cunt harder and harder down and up over his proud prick. George had his hands clasped around each of her tits, his thumb-surfaces tracing hard over each nipple. Then Connie moaned and panted louder. She began to feel the approach of orgasm. She writhed and screwed herself down on the enormous prick which George kept jamming up into her. She gritted her teeth as now it came in a flood of crimson sensation and a huge explosion of cum-juice.
George held her hips fast as he kept fucking up into her. Her tits swung from side to side as her body was jolted by each of his mighty thrusts. She had finally stopped cumming, but George was still pinching her nipples, sending exquisite thrills through her body. George pumped up into her, seeming to have a hard time reaching his climax.
It was June, remembering the dildo, who reached down below. First she tenderly cupped his balls, then reached down to the base of the dildo. She pulled it out gently, then thrust it back in, still slowly. George groaned. Then she pulled it out again .. . then quickly jabbed it all the way home!
"Here it COMES!" cried George, as his balls exploded in huge, rushing surges, its under-tube throbbing like a giant jugular. He shot one load after another into Connie's gaping cunt. He drew back his ass, pushed up hard! Then he shot another full, streaming load deep into her. He kept cumming and cumming while she rode him fiercely. Then he shot lesser and lesser wads as he emptied his thick cream into her.
Finally, Connie rolled away from him, exhausted. June kept driving the dildo, while George's cock still lay, thick, heavy, and hard across his belly. Suddenly he got up again on his hands and knees and pulled June under him. His hard cock swayed up to meet her hairy bush. He motioned to Connie.
"Get behind me, like you did before," he said, "and shove. Fuck me with that thing!"
Then he lowered himself and entered his cockhead into June's twat. He fucked and pummeled against her while Connie stroked him from behind. Within moments George and June had come again, this time completely together. This time all three lay back, their heavy breathing subsiding to normal. George lit a cigarette.
There was the sound of a mocking bird out in the trees. They all listened, cheered and glad.
"Guess it's time I'd better be going," said George, reaching for his terry-cloth robe. "Tomorrow, my friends and I are heading on to Key West ..." He looked at the clock. "No, in just a few more hours."
June and Connie were all solicitousness. They hated to see him go. Just when they'd found so much in common! George nodded his agreement.
"But we'll keep in touch," he said, "once we all get back."
They rapidly wrote out their addresses, vowing they'd be friends for a long, long time. They kissed warmly. Then George went to the door and stepped out into the darkness.
June and Connie went to bed wondering if they would ever really see him again.
CHAPTER TEN
June and Connie returned to their apartment just off the Riley College campus. Things hardly seemed the same; during their first few minutes home, Connie looked inside the refrigerator: there were the same cartons of milk, the same dishes of leftovers sitting exactly as they were the last time she had looked inside when she and June awaited their ride to the airport for the trip to Florida. Now, it seemed so long ago.
June was looking out the frosted kitchen window at the surrounding hills. A heavy snow had fallen and the hills stretched out white before her eyes under a sullen sky. Florida's bright sun belonged to another world, but until this morning they had been real enough. June sighed and riffled through the pages of a book which lay open on the kitchen table.
'That's what we get," she said to Connie, "coming back three days early. The whole place is as deserted as an empty graveyard."
"I know," Connie returned her sigh and walked to the thermostat to turn it as high as it would go. "I don't suppose Len and Tom are back yet."
"Hell, no," said June, "from what they said, I'll bet they don't get back till after classes start. Well, who cares?"
"Right," nodded Connie. "It'll give us a chance to get started on that research project for Home Ec. I'm sure the library will be open."
"Big deal," said June. She seemed lost in thought, listless. Although she and Connie had remained at the Miami motel, basking in the sun by the pool, sightseeing with their new friends and even taking dips in the ocean, things hadn't seemed as exciting after George left.
"I wonder if we'll ever hear from George again," Connie said, reading her thoughts. She shivered in the remaining chill of the apartment and rubbed her hands together, warming them.
"I hope so," answered June, "and you know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think that when we do," June began, "there's someone we ought to put him in touch with. Linda! There'd be a match for you!"
"Oh, yes," Connie clapped her hands. "I agree. But..." Suddenly she was thinking, and she frowned ...
"You mean what about us?" June had already made up her mind and she added, mysteriously, "I'm afraid, my girl, I have other ideas."
Whatever the ideas were, she kept them to herself for now. Their friendship with Tom and Len was all well and good, but Florida-and George-had opened new vistas. Why go back to something which had already begun to cloy and get a little old?
Right now she was wishing that she could see Roy.
She had been thinking of him off and on for weeks and now she was admitting to herself a real desire to see him. But why hadn't she taken the effort to get the name of his father's garage business? Not that she'd call him . . . But, still, it would be nice to know it . . . just in case. And, there was also Al. Al and Connie. Well ...
"C'mon, Connie," June said abruptly, "We'd better start unpacking. We're gonna be right here till spring!"
The next afternoon, she took Connie downtown for some shopping, or, more precisely, some extended browsing along the imposing storefronts of State Street. More than once she let her footsteps lead her to the spot where she had first met Roy. Her heart would skip in her breast each time she passed it by. Then they happened by the last place they had seen Roy and Al. This time, it was almost as if she could see them standing there. Why, oh why, had she acted so huffy?
She and Connie decided to drop into a coffee shop for something warm ... some talk, perhaps, would take her mind away from her sudden longing.
This was such a small town, yet...
Just as they left the coffee shop and turned into the street, facing into an icy wind, that they both saw the approaching figures. It was Connie who spoke.
"June," she said, half-pointing at them, "there are your friends; the two boys we saw last time!"
June said nothing, but her heart was racing. She ducked her head into the furry collar of her coat, knowing what was coming. But so far it appeared that neither Roy nor Al had noticed them. June and Connie looked at the two, seeing their slim, wiry legs striding in faded Levi's; their heavy zippered jackets, their collars pulled high, protecting their torsos up to their chins from the cold of the late afternoon. Their hands were jammed into their jacket pockets, fresh snow-flakes flecked the thickness of their hair. Suddenly
Roy raised his head slightly and looked at the girls, the expression on his face reflecting a classic double-take. June felt herself blushing all over. A slow, almost halting grin flashed across Al's face and suddenly Roy was stopping and turning toward them.
"Hi!" he said, his face reddening from something besides the cold, "hi, there! Don't we know you?"
June had stopped dead in her tracks, holding onto Connie's arm to steady herself. Roy's left hand reached out to grasp gently at her shoulder and with his right, reached out to grasp hers in a handshake.
"God!" he exploded, "it's good to see you! How the hell are you? You look like a million. Suntanned, and all. Christ, June-bug .. . oh, Christ!"
Her heart skipped merrily now, her hand welcoming the warm pressures of his friendly handclasp. Her smile nearly matched the joy of Roy's. Suddenly she felt so relieved. But quickly she recovered herself.
"Roy, it's good to see you," she said. "It really is!"
"Oh, June .. ." Roy began, "I'm . .. I'm, Christ! June, I was just saying to Al, here ... I really was. If only .. . And here you are! Oh, June-bug, it's a goddam miracle!"
"Roy, I've been thinking about you, too," said June, deciding to be blunt and honest. She leaned her back against the plate glass window of one of the big stores, her face showing her gladness. "Oh, er, this is my roommate, Connie Rickards. Connie, this is Roy and Al .. . How are you, Al?" She nodded at the boy.
They shook hands all around, standing there in the cold winds. Roy leaned one of his hands, then both, against the cold plate glass on either side of June's head, his face pressing close to hers. Haltingly, Al began his conversation with Connie.
"We've just got back from Florida," said June, bubbly inside. "You know, winter vacation. But we came back early ... just to ..." She wanted to say, "see you," but quickly substituted, "get some early studying done."
"Bet you had a good time, huh?" asked Al, grinning, the snow falling more thickly into his dark hair, clinging to his eyelashes.
"Yes, we did," said June, "but it's good to be back ... now ..."
She could tell Connie was glad, too, silently seconding her every word. Connie's eyes were glued to Al's features, dancing at what they saw.
"Want some coffee, somewhere?" it was Roy, offering the suggestion, his face glowing with a mixture of pink and red.
"We've had enough," piped up Connie, "to float a battleship!"
"Well, how about a party, somewhere," Roy went on, "to celebrate your being back ... and sticking around?"
They all laughed at this. "Mmmm," June giggled, "sounds nice!"
"How about our place?" This was Connie, all aglow with meeting Al and her thoughts of him. "I can whip something up real fast. . ."
The two boys grasped the girls by the arms, almost dancing, "Let's go up in my car," offered June, "and have ourselves a ball!"
"Gee," answered Roy, with a wide, wide grin, "we thought you'd never ask!"
He pulled June away from the glass storefront, put his arm under hers, then around her. June felt his warmth as a welcoming thing. The foursome strolled slowly through the now thickly falling snowflakes to the corner. There they waited for the change of traffic lights, chatting, laughing, letting the snow swirl about them, watching the few passersby.
"Good thing you have a car, June-girl," said Roy, looking. "I left my wheels at Pop's g'rage. We can walk back down, if it..."
"We'll see about that," June said, a smile in her eyes. "My VW's right over there," she added, pointing. Then came an afterthought, "Maybe you'd better drive up the hill to our place. This snow's making things too skiddy for me to handle the car safely."
Happily, they all piled into the parked car, while Roy took his place behind the wheel. June sat beside him, snuggling close, listening to Connie's excited chatter from the back seat, intent upon making Al, always so quiet, open up. Soon, June was admiring the way Roy handled the car through the snow-thickened streets. She rested her head against his shoulder, and ran her palm over his long thigh, feeling the coolness of the blue jeans.
In less than ten minutes, the four were inside the girls' hallway, heading up the stairs to the apartment. Her hand trembling, June inserted her key into the lock. She giggled nervously at her clumsiness, while her three companions waited. Finally, Roy drew her hand away, and turned the key smoothly. He opened the door and drew June inside ... then brought her to him, giving her a long, full, lingering kiss. Her breasts pressed firmly against Roy's heavy jacket; while Connie and Al stood by, watching, temporarily at a loss. Connie shut the apartment door behind them.
"I'm so glad to be back here," Roy murmured into June's shell-like ear, "with .. . with you."
"Me too," said June pressing against him more firmly. "I'm glad you're here."
"Sorry about last time," Roy began. "I don't know what got into me!"
"It's all right, baby," said June, kissing him again. "At least I got to meet Al." She reached out to grasp Al's hand and, like a little shy schoolboy, Al looked down at his feet.
"Come on!" cried Connie, now more anxious than ever to make Al feel at home, "let's everybody off with our jackets and coats and things!"
"Things?" her roommate teased. This time, it was Connie's turn to be shy, and she felt the blood rushing to her face. She was remembering June's warning about Al's having more in his pants than she could handle. But seeing Al now so close, she could still hardly believe it.
"Yes, things!" Connie brazened. "Like if we're going to have a party, let's get on with it!"
"Or off with it..." added Roy, quickly shedding his jacket. Connie was already helping Al off with his, rather enjoying the feel of its heaviness. Then she took Roy's winter jacket, too, and headed for the closet with them. Slowly, Roy was removing June's fur-collared coat. He let his hand stroke her breasts through the thinner material of her sweater. Boy, he thought, this girl with a sweater! He cupped underneath one of her blossomed tits with an arc of his thumb and outstretched finger. He looked down at the nipple pushing out against the tight-fitting fabric.
"Mmmmmm," June breathed involuntarily. "Hurry up, and put the coat over there! And come back!"
June was almost ignoring the other pair by now, watching Roy's long, springy legs striding across the room. But Connie had already taken off her outer wraps, her coat, her red and gray plaid woolen cap with its long, red-tipped tassel. Its thick matching scarf she left about her neck, hanging all the way down to her narrow little waist. She looked at Al, and grabbed him by the hand.
"Come on to the kitchen, Al!" she cried, "we've got the makings for some hot toddies! Lemons, even the rum ... or bourbon, whichever. All we need is to put the kettle on for some hot water. Come on and help me!"
Al followed the girl's lead eagerly, his hand now clasping around hers. They went quickly to their work, the doors of the refrigerator, the cupboard, opening and closing. Against the dark window-pane, there was the sound of the slashing wind, the scudding of snow crystals. But it was so snug and warm inside that neither paid any attention.
"Mmmmmm," said Al, now leaning Connie against the long kitchen counter. "Now you come here ... Where it's warm!"
In a moment, Connie was in his arms, her head swimming with happiness. The kettle, on low flame, began to simmer and bubble, emitting a low, steady whistle. For the first time their lips met in a warm kiss.
In the living room, June and Roy were engrossed in a lot of heavy kissing of their own. June was stretching herself back, arching against the bolsters of the divan, letting Roy feel her tight, tensed belly ... his hands wandering up to her rounded breasts. She put her hands around the back of his head and pressed her lips against his.
"Ohhh-hh, honey! Roy!" she moaned softly, "you make me feel sooo good . . . I-I. Oohh!" There was the moist sound of their lips smacking together, the sound of Roy's lips kissing along her throat. "Let's hurry! I want you ... I want to fuck you ... I like to fuck you! Ohh-hh, Roy, honey!"
Their kissing, their heavy petting went on, until the two other youngsters brought in a tray full of steaming drinks. June sat straight up, feeling the tenseness of every nerve and muscle. Roy disengaged himself to lean against the softness of the cushions. He accepted a cup of the steaming toddy and lifted it to his lips.
"Wait!" cried Al, his shyness gone now that he had his arm around his girl. "Let's drink a toast! To us!" he said, raising his cup. "To all of us!"
"And to the wild, wild storm outside ..." finished Roy. "Let it snow, and hail ... and raise holy hell. We're right where it's at!"
They drank it down, all of them feeling the heat tingling and warming the pits of their stomachs. Connie quickly poured another out of a steaming metal pitcher, which gleamed in the lamplight. Except for June, they all drank it down a second time. She lingered over hers, sniffing about the edges of her cup. Suddenly, Roy rose to his feet.
"I'm getting undressed!" His voice was firm, but his body wavered, "right now! I don't know about the rest of you, but..."
Their hands clapping in glee, they watched Roy strip off his clothes, piece by piece. Finally, he reached down to his feet to wrench off his socks. Then, with a long look at June, then at Connie, he put his hands to the waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them down ... and off. He straightened himself boldly, and parted his legs. His heavy cock was hardening rapidly, plunging downward, then rising. Connie clutched her hands around Al's waist, watching.
Roy turned to June, lowering his lips to hers. His hands were now busy with her sweater, urging it off over her head. His cock was risen fully, the delicate foreskin peeling back halfway down the head from the tip. Without a glance at Al or Connie, he let his passion take control. June helped him in every way, her eyes glued to his cock, the dead-center of his thighs. She sighed, as Roy leaned over her welcoming body; he began to fasten the edges of his teeth around the bra-covered nipple of her left tit, then her right. She began to groan in pleasure as Roy's warm, hungry lips roamed over her belly, to her delicate little navel. In an instant, her bra was at their feet, her rose-red nipples jutted erect from their darker shields, glistening with the wetness of Roy's kisses. As she leaned back, her heavy globes wobbling on her chest, she grasped the base of Roy's shaft, her fingertips caressing under his slowly swinging balls. She loved the warm, inside feeling deep between his legs. She also began to watch Connie's reactions and the way Al's soft brown eyes glistened and his tongue began to search the corners of his mouth. Connie's woolen scarf was already gone, Al's hands were on her shoulders, pulling at them, kneading them. Connie's right hand was around Al's waist, her left beginning to struggle with the buckle of his belt.
"Same goes for you, honey," Roy was murmuring in June's ear. "I like to make love to you, too. Fucking you ... is all where it's all gonna start, and finish!"
His long, hard, fleshy cock bobbed up and down, the fully bared head of it nudging between her tits. He pressed it in closer, its glans slippery against her smooth skin. She reached down, and pulled the hard staff to her lips. Then she sank her mouth over the glisten hard knob. Her eyes were half-closed ... but from the corner of them watched the two other lovers. Roy jabbed in deeper.
Connie had just finished peeling out of her blouse, her sweater already flung to a chair. Al's shirt was pulled out over his belt, which was completely unfastened. He still had his hand around Connie's slim waist where the girl's hands were busily opening the little clasps of her skirt. A pull of the skirt's zipper, and the garment was down about her ankles. Al tore off his shirt, pulling his arms out of its sleeves, and let it drop to the floor. Then, while Connie slipped off her woolen socks, Al reached for his cup of toddy and downed it.
Then, with his legs slightly apart, he firmly lowered his pants and took them off. Connie covered the back of his bent head with a flow of kisses. Al slowly, with a firm stroke, lowered her panties ... and Connie kicked them aside. Now she was as nude as a jaybird ... and Al gently began to probe and feel along the hairs of her tender-looking muff; he dove a finger into her slit, and darted it in and out. Connie leaned back her head and kept her arms around his naked shoulders. His huge prick, growing harder and harder, bulged out of the fabric of his jockeys. First the head of his cock, then inch after inch of its thickening shaft prodded out under his shorts. Connie, seeing the size of the bared and growing lance, grabbed hold of it. Then with a sudden move of both hands to the boy's waist, Connie swept down the cotton shorts around Al's small tightening ass. Her added motions disengaged his cock and pulled the small white garment down his legs. Al kicked away from it and stepped slightly back, his hands for a moment drawn to his hips.
Now the immense length and width of his prick rose rapidly, arching strongly from his thighs. Connie's eyes widened in shocked surprise. Then she gasped and sank back into a chair. Al moved toward her, his hard, arching staff bobbing with its weight. She put her hands around his buttocks and looked.
Though Roy was driving his throbbing cock in and out of June's mouth, giving her a slow but steady mouth-fucking, June had kept an eye on the other proceedings. She wanted to see more and drew away from Roy's stiff, demanding prick, while she still rubbed the inside of his thighs. She leaned back, wanting to watch her roommate begin to devour the immense phallus prodding out from Al's loins. Al only stood there, his eyes closed. The huge thick cock was just as June remembered it: the head bare and swollen, the whole shaft of male flesh like a long, waving iron girder.
In an instant, Connie wrapped her hand around the thick staunch base of the cock, steadying it, tracing around Al's balls. Then, with her ruby lips parting, her jaws opening wide, she fed the great mushroomed knob into her mouth. She slid her lips further down the cock, clamping it tightly in the moist pressures of her mouth.
Roy had now dropped to his knees before June's slightly reclining form, his stiff prick throbbing and brushing against her lower leg. Then he plunged his open mouth into the bared, flesh-pink lips of her cunt. She shuddered, threw her head to one side as she felt the electric contact of Roy's tongue probing against the edges of her pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, waiting for the final tongue-thrust which would take her exploding into ecstasy.
"OHH! Give me that big, hard THING!" Connie's voice, hushed but excited, hit them with her words. "Al, honey ... I want your COCK ... inside me ... all ofit!"
She had withdrawn her mouth from the huge phallus, was leaning back into the recesses of the chair, legs thrown out in front between Al's. With one quick move, Al lowered himself directly over her, his hands supporting him on either arm of the chair. His cock swung out heavily, its head swelling even more. Roy stopped his action over June's gaping pussy-hole to gaze for a moment at this lovely Connie, completely nude and spread-eagled beneath his friend, Al. Already, the large, round tip of Al's dick had begun to split apart the lips of Connie's snatch. Connie writhed and grimaced as Al steadied himself, plunged his hard thing in deeper. Then Al, adjusting his legs inside Connie's, withdrew all but his cocktip. Connie began to wrap her legs hard around him, opening herself fully to him. Then Al plunged slowly back in, his huge rod gradually burying itself inside her.
Roy's balls, stimulated beyond endurance, demanded fucking action. Roy raised his face from June's hairy snatch and, struggling with her body, soon edged and shoved her on the divan. He was going to fuck her now! Really fuck her! He raised himself and felt June's hand grasping around his prick to aim it between her legs. The muscles of Roy's ass tightened as he rammed himself forward, his hips now bucking against hers. He felt his quick, deep penetration. Neither of them was able to control the risen lust between them.
Connie had started to moan as Al forced his magnificent erection far into her hungry cunt now filled to bursting. "AAA-GGHH!" Connie's cry came from deep inside her throat, driven out by the blasts of sensation in her loins. The broad, long, red-hot cock Al was shoving in and out of her surged and flashed into the tight warm caverns of her womanhood. Al's ass firmed and relaxed as he delivered one boiling stroke of his cock after another.
Suddenly he moaned aloud as, at last, his hips ground fully against Connie's ... and there he rested, his enormous engine completely imbedded in her. He wobbled his hips from side to side, letting the deep, hot, clutching gut soak and bathe his throbbing penis. He put his arms around Connie, pulling her forward.
"On the floor!" he loudly whispered, "let's do it on the floor!" Thereupon, only half withdrawing his immense dick, with Connie struggling with him, their fastened bodies slid to the soft carpeting. With Connie remaining right under him, Al plunged back into her tight, tingling cunt, spreading it wide-almost splitting it! Then he began fucking her with long, light strokes, his balls every so often resting and surging against her hot crotch, dripping with its flowing juices as his cockhead delved far up into her womb.
Connie's hips now began to writhe and buck in earnest as she felt the first red explosion of cumming strike into her whole system. Her eyes glazed and she dug her fingernails into Al's smooth back. His hips went on pumping wildly.
"AARRGHH! I'm ..." Connie cried out and she began to spurt her love-juice from her gaping cunt. In the next second, Al reached his climax. His balls tightened as his cockhead swelled and began to spurt long, heady wads of thick cum into her body. He humped, and humped, up and down, his cock shooting thickly with every stroke. Finally it was over; he rested quietly upon her, kissing her parted, gasping lips.
"Ohhh, baby!" he said finally, "that was the greatest!" He began the slow arduous process of pulling his still-hard cock out of her cunt.
June, meanwhile grown oblivious to everything but Roy's body, his kisses on her neck and mouth, his dick plunging and sliding in and out of her pussy, felt the deep insides of her cunt begin to glow like hot coals. Through the special screen of pleasure, she felt as though her entire body had been lowered into a bubbling cauldron of hot liquid. The undulating waves of her cunt encased the rock-hard prick Roy was driving into her . . . right to the core of her very being. She worked her cunt muscles, sending thrills racing along Roy's spine. His hard prick plunged in and out with increasing speed, his balls bouncing and pressing against her soft inner thighs. Carefully, he was building to the point of simultaneous orgasm.
As his pelvis smacked into hers, his cock delved and sank into her belly, its head driving . . . seeming to fill all her space and still demanding more! She could feel the swollen hardness of it plunging tightly against the end of her cervix. Roy now lay heavily on her breasts, his hands slipped under her soft buttocks.
Suddenly, she felt her love for this boy. Suddenly, she wanted all his babies!
"OOOHHH!" she moaned softly in his flushed ear. "And to think I ever got uhh . . . mad at you . . . Uh . . . And missed all this! Darling, I must have been nuts. Now, I wouldn't give up your cock . . . uh, uh, UH! . . . for anythingnggg!"
"Right on, baby!" he whispered. He kissed her fervently and, inside her, he spasmed and flexed his cock. She moaned again, feeling her pleasure. She returned the action. "Ohh-hh, baby!" he cried softly, "you're such a good fuck. Like nuthin' in this world! Ohh-hh, Kee-rist!"
He then clamped his mouth over June's, driving his tongue between her teeth. He teased her tongue with his, swirling it around, dueling with it. Then, he began a slow rocking motion over June's lush body. Underneath, his fingers folded about her ass-cheeks. He pulled her high against his deep-delving shaft, then rammed her with mounting abandon. His hips rose and fell over her, his cock, long and thick, dividing her pussy. He knew that she was approaching orgasm, could tell by the ecstatic look in her face, the look in her wide-open eyes. He jabbed once more, deeper than ever. He could feel his heated cock increase in size and sheer hardness, pressuring out the walls of her cunt . . . pressuring them to the limits of endurance. He continued his fast, pounding action . . . hot, heavy, demanding.
Now she was crying . . . softly. "Ohhh-ROY!" she begged. "Don't stop! Don't ever STOP!"
She ground upward, her hips thrashing against his. "OOhhh-ARRgghhh! HON-eyyy! I'mCUMMINNNGG!"
With that she cried and gasped! The crimson feeling spread over her, then she loosed every ounce of juice she held, just as Roy's cock commenced its sharp, long, mighty spurts of hot, milky cum! WHAM! WHAM! She felt the long, streaming shots entering her deep, dark pit. His hips, still moving strongly, slowed. Then there was one final swelling of his cock and one last shooting wad of his hot seed.
Then they lay in each other's arms, their breaths rapid, mingling together. The wind blew hard against the eaves of the house, fast-falling snow slashed against the window panes.
"Oh, Roy," June said quietly, her fingers tracing the firm smoothness of his chin. "I've never felt like this about anybody in my whole ... life! I think ... I know ... I'm in love ... with you."
"About time, baby!" said Roy, and softly he kissed her lips. His hand rubbed gently over her body, and came to rest over her breasts. "I'm nuts, about you. Have been since the first time ... we met, downtown."
Then, suddenly remembering, they looked at their two companions. Connie and Al still were on the floor, but now with a blanket, which Connie had quietly brought from the bedroom, thrown over them. Connie lay half atop Al's body. While periodically she kissed him, she kept running her fingers through his dark hair, then down about his tight, well-shaped ears.
"Looks like they've made it, too," said Roy, folding his arms back of his head. He could not remember when he'd felt so supremely contented.
"Yes," breathed June. "And just imagine! The four of us! What a ball!" She could remember, deep inside her, the feel of Al's immenseness. She wanted ... what?
"We'll see, baby," said Roy, now stroking along her back. "We'll see. Right now, I want only you."
"Ohhh-hh, yes-ss!" sighed June. "Ohh-hh, yes!"
The wind and snow continued fiercely outside. But in the living room, with its warmth and soft light, there flowed only the warmth and contentment ... and silent thoughts of things to come.
