"But one of the girls, a little bit older than the rest of us insisted, and she went out first, into a small room, a den or something, where she could lock the door behind her. I don't even remember how the selections were made, like who went first or what. Anyhow, the first boy who came out had a smile on his face that stretched from ear to ear. I noticed that he had a cone of ice cream in his hand. 'Take some ice cream,' he told another boy."
"The second boy went into the den. In a few minutes he came out, and he was smiling even wider than the first. Before long, nearly every boy had gone into the den for his post office trip. And all of them carried an ice cream cone."
An ice-cream cone, Sue Robin thought languidly, mouthing and licking the head of the cock pushing between her lips. It was wetter now, and she leaned down farther on it, letting the head slide along the roof of her mouth and on down into the softening throat passage.
"After a while," Helen continued, her eyes still glued on the cock disappearing into Sue Robin's mouth, "the girl came out, and she was smiling, too. 'Who's next?' she asked me, I was very curious to know what was going on in the den. I knew damn well they weren't just smooching. So I said, 'Me, I'm next.' I went into the den, and the girl followed me in. 'I'd better show you one time,' she grinned. 'I'll bet you've never given head.' I didn't even know what she was talking about."
Sue Robin's mind drifted to the first time she'd done it, way back when she and Buz were just kids. She'd done it nearly all her life, she mused, and it just got better and better. She slid lower on the cock, feeling the pointed head nosing into the constriction of her throat. Jumpin' Jupiter! How long is this damn thing?
"A boy came in and locked the door behind him. The girl unzipped his pants and took his dick out. It was already hard. I think it was the first stiff dick I'd ever seen."
Jack laughed. "Keep it truthful, baby," he said.
"You tell your stories and I'll tell mine," she said tartly. "So the girl took the ice-cream cone from his hand and licked off a big gob of strawberry ice cream. She held it on her tongue and got down on her knees in front of the boy. She took his dick in her hand and laid the gob of ice-cream on the head of his dick with her tongue. He was so hot the stuff started melting right away. And she started licking and sucking."
Automatically, Sue Robin's lips tightened about the cock in her mouth and she sucked lightly, pulling up and down.
"When he started to come, though, she made him take out his handkerchief and catch the load. She didn't take it in her mouth."
The fool, Sue Robin thought, licking lower down the shaft. The blunt head poked harder at her throat constriction as she worked lower.
"Well, the girl and boy went out, and in a little bit another of the boys came in with an ice-cream cone. I was nervous, but it had looked like so much fun I knew I'd try it, no matter what. I unzipped his pants and took out his dick. I began to get the idea that all dicks stayed stiff when boys hit twelve or thirteen. I took some of his ice cream and knelt down and laid it on his dick. It was the funniest feeling, letting that thing slide inside my mouth. It felt like a snake poking around, punching and throbbing. After a while it felt so good I started sucking on it and licking it like a lollipop. I wasn't as experienced as the other girl and I didn't know when he started coming. Anyway, with all that vanilla ice cream in my mouth, his stuff felt and tasted just like the other. In a little while I noticed he was puffing and sort of sagging at the knees, and then I felt his dick getting soft."
"'What happened?' I asked him. 'I got my rocks off,' he said, his face all pink and his eyes shining. So the rest of the girls got into the act, and we had a real ball, playing post office the rest of the afternoon."
Helen stopped talking and leaned closer, so close she could smell the spermy scent of the well-lubricated cock sliding farther and farther into Sue Robin's mouth.
Then Sue Robin stopped and gagged a bit. With an air of definite defeat, she came up off the shining pole. "That's as far as I can go," she said. "Over two inches still to go. Can you beat that, Helen?"
The shapely little brunette gave her a confident smile. "Move over," she said. Instead of crawling between Jack's legs as Sue Robin had done, she crouched alongside her husband's hips with her pert little buttocks pointing back toward his face and her head toward his feet. Taking the throbbing dong in her mouth, she began bobbing slowly, and in a few strokes she was as far down as Sue Robin had gone.
"How do you do it?" Sue Robin breathed, her nose practically against Helen's cheek.
Helen came off and faced her. "Watch this, honey," she said. "You'll learn something real useful." She went back down, slowly and carefully until she was two or three inches from the base of the shaft. Holding the shaft lightly in her lips, she breathed steadily three or four times, like a swimmer getting ready to surface-dive.
"Good Lord!" Sue Robin exclaimed as she watched the encircling lips slide even lower on the blue-veined shaft. How? She started to ask, then remembered Helen's admonition to watch closely. She looked at the other woman's throat, and saw a distinct swelling as her head went down, down, a fraction of an inch at a time, until the lips were touching the black hair at the root of the long cock. Another half an inch and the entire shaft was buried in her mouth and throat. Helen cocked her eyes at Sue Robin to make sure she was observing. Then she slowly raised up and off, leaving the pole waving springily in the air.
"See? You just relax your throat muscles and push on, like swallowing a blunt sword. Set your mind to it, it's easy."
"I don't know," Sue Robin said dubiously. "That's one long piece of hard gristle. Let's have a drink."
"Hey!" Jack complained. "How about one of you girls finishing me off? I'm hurting!"
Sue Robin smiled at him. "How about that tit-fuck you mentioned, Jack. Come on." She lay on her back on the bed.
He got up happily and crouched over her, positioning his aching cock between the upthrust mounds with their cherry tips. "Push them together," he grunted, lowering his weight until his balls rested on her stomach and his long shaft was buried in the humid valley.
Obligingly Sue Robin wrapped her arms about his slim buttocks and squeezed inward, locking her resilient boobs against and over his lunging cock.
His need was urgent and he had no desire to wait any longer. Digging his toes into the bedsheet, he shoved forward hard and fast, his grunts echoed by the woman beneath him, like a firm cushiony mattress, he thought, shoving harder and harder.
Then his long-delayed load squirted out in thick gobs, spraying the valley of her tits and her throat and chin. When he finally throbbed out the last charge and relaxed on hex tits, he thought, a big woman had a lot going for her. His entire weight rested on those spongy globes.
"Give her a break," Helen said, patting his ass.
He rolled off and sprawled limply on his back. "I need a shower," Sue Robin said, and hopped off the bed to run into the bathroom.
After she finished, Helen and Jack showered, and then Jack made fresh drinks.
"Let's not forget, you lost your bet," Helen said mischievously as they sat crosslegged in the middle of the bed, sipping their drinks.
"I'm game," Sue Robin said, "but remember, I've never done it this way before."
"Don't worry," Helen said soothingly. "We'll do it right and it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."
She put down her drink and went to the dresser for her handbag. Taking out a tube of petroleum jelly, she came back.
Sue Robin was already excited by the idea of the whole deal. She got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and waited.
"No, honey," Helen said. "You can just lie on your back, like for regular screwing."
But Sue Robin had a clear image in her mind of the black dancer at the voodoo ceremony, on her hands and knees before the man. He hadn't gone into her asshole, but the position appealed to the blonde. And she wanted to feel those furry thighs and hairy belly pressing against her from behind.
"I'll take it this wa
y," she said.
Jack knelt behind her and she spread her knees farther apart. His cock was only half-hard, but at the sight of the puckered little brown eye staring at him from behind Sue Robin's big round asscheeks, his passion re-kindled swiftly. Helen's skillful hands did the rest, caressing his balls and his shaft until the blood again surged through his cock, swelling it out and extending it to its full length.
"Some of Grandma's love-grease," Helen said, squeezing out a stream of jelly in her palm. She massaged his cock thoroughly with the slippery jelly, particularly the head. Then she wiped her hand between Sue Robin's asscheeks, smearing some of the stuff over her asshole.
"Woooooh!" Sue Robin squealed, hunching her hips forward. "Feels good already."
Jack reached out and caressed her hips and buttocks. With one hand resting on her back, be took his greased cock in his other hand and guided it carefully to the center of the taut little hole. He rubbed his cockhead about, stimulating the sensitive asshole until it relaxed a trifle.
Helen, meanwhile, crouched alongside Sue Robin and reached under to fondle her tits hanging like big ripe papayas. The slight nervousness Sue Robin felt soon evaporated and the erotic excitement of the hands on her breasts and the blunt knob probing at her asshole overcame every other feeling. She waited.
Sensing her readiness, Jack leaned forward, shoving gently but steadily on his rigid cock until the tip of the head succeeded in spreading the rubbery ring of her asshole. Just as soon as the tip was inside though, he stopped and waited until she became accustomed to the feel of the intruder in this virgin orifice. He reached around her hip with one hand and down to fondle her pussy, fingering her clit until she squirmed with delight. Her squirming pressed her buttocks back against him and he held rigid, letting her gradually impale herself on his turgid cock.
Before she realized it, Sue Robin had the head of his cock wedged past the outer ring of her asshole, distending the narrow channel. Her mouth gaped open as she adjusted to the peculiar sensation, testing the size of the invader by squeezing her cunt-muscles. She found that the same set of muscles operated in her asshole as in her pussy canal.
"Oh, that's right!" Jack groaned as she clamped down on his trapped cockhead.
It's great! Sue Robin decided suddenly. Never one to be bound up by inhibitions and hang-ups, she sensed the elasticity of all her body openings. Like Helen opening her throat to let the cock pass through, she thought. Jack's finger continued to manipulate her clit, sending waves of ecstasy flooding through her body. It's all good, she told herself. And I'm a little drunk. She smiled. So what?
Relaxing her anal muscles, she pressed back gingerly. She wanted to feel those hairy legs brushing against her sensitive thighs.
"Let me feet you," she murmured. "Let me feel you. Push it in me."
Her willingness and the slipperiness of his greased cock made it fairly easy for Jack to lean into her harder, pushing his cockhead on through the tight rings lining her tunnel.
"Fuck me, Jack!" she urged, backing her beautiful big ass against him. "Shove it in me, honey!"
Whatever discomfort she had felt at first was all gone as the big blonde rolled her hips in a rotating movement while riding back and forth on the several inches of cock already penetrating her asshole.
"Good! Good! Good!" she moaned in rhythm with her movements. "Oh yes, it's good!" She squeezed her muscles, drawing in on the rock-hard dong and shoving back strongly. "Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" She fell forward to her elbows, tipping her ass higher, then reached back with one hand to seize his slim hard buttock and pulled him into her.
"Now! Now! Now!" she chanted, feeling at last the brush of his body hair across her ass and up and down the backs of her thighs as he drove even deeper into her.
Jack was groaning, too, from the extreme tightness of the passage he was plowing through. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he felt wetness under his armpits. He reached under and replaced Helen's small hands with his larger ones on Sue Robin's swaying tits, but even his hands didn't cover them. Big as they were, they were almost as hard as Helen's taut little tennis-ball tits. His fingers dug in as he sought more leverage to shove in the final inches of his long cock.
"Awwwwwww!" Sue Robin suddenly screeched. "Oh, Goddam I'm about to come! Oh shit yes yes yes yes!" Her cries became blurred, meaningless, a volcanic rush of obscenities and she hurled herself back harder and harder on the spike impaling her lush ass.
Jack's grip on her breasts tightened as he fought to hang onto this big, bucking woman beneath him. His cock was pinched and twisted and tugged until he feared it would be torn off by the frenzied creature, no longer a cool sophisticated young lady but a savage, lust-crazed female of the jungle.
The bed heaved under them and Helen looked on with wide eyes, her mouth gaping in an expression of horror and disbelief. She was convinced they had gone berserk, swearing and slamming at each other like maniacs.
"Damn you!" he grunted. "Damn you! Damn you! I'll split you open, you big bitch!"
"Fuck me!" she hissed back at him. "Fuck me good! Fuck me deep or I'll pinch your dick right off at the balls!" She was sweating, too, her back a shimmer of perspiration under his hairy chest and stomach, and sweat ran from her armpits and down her braced arms. The terrific pressure of his grip on her breasts only excited her more.
Heat flooded her body, shot through with lightning-spears of limitless ecstasy, and her body lunged of its own accord, out of control of her mind. Wild visions exploded on her mind-screen: the dancer-Goddess bucking back against the muscular male riding her from behind; Helen receiving in her open mouth the hard driving, immense cock of Robbie Early; a stallion mounting a mare in heat and driving her into the ground with his hooves and his tremendous engorged cock.
"Now! Now!" she shouted, and slammed back so hard she nearly knocked Jack over. The shock drove his cock all the way inside her tight ass and his balls flipped forward to slap against her pussy from below.
They came together, jerking and writhing, their sweating bodies slipping all over each other, and the slushy sound of his spurting, plunging cock pistoning in and out of her sucking asshole mingling with their grunts and gasps. Sue Robin gave a final spasmodic jerk forward, and his cock slipped out of its tight prison. She flopped forward on her face on the bed and Jack dropped beside her, panting, his heart pounding madly.
They were both so drained they nearly went to sleep, but after a few minutes Helen nudged them alert, a fresh drink held toward each of them.
"I think you set some sort of record that time," she commented brightly. "I'm just sorry I didn't have a movie camera. Nobody will ever believe it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was nearly midnight when Sue Robin and Mary Beth met again in their room. Both were quite high on booze and on their highly satisfying sexual exploits, and neither felt modest restraints when it came to telling each other what they'd been doing. Sue Robin sprawled across her bed on her tummy, stripped down to a pair of bikini panties. Mary Beth was happily naked, half sitting on her bed and propped up on pillows while she toyed with a nightcap screwdriver she'd brought up from the bar. She waited patiently while Sue Robin gave her all the ins and outs of her first asshole fucking.
"It was wild, honey, absolutely wild. I'd always wanted to try it, but -- you know -- I was afraid it would hurt something awful, at least the first time."
"I've still got that goodie to look forward to," Mary Beth drawled. "But not much else. Y'wanna know who I made it with tonight?"
"Who?"
"Shawnee Harrigan!"
Sue Robin stared. "You mean the rock singer? The half-breed?"
Mary Beth beamed. "That's the stud. Only, frankly, I was a little disappointed after a while. Oh, it was exciting enough at first. You know, getting balled by the great super cock."
"Was it really that big?"
"No. He was just average size -- as far as I know -- my experience has been limited to two men so far. His dick wasn't as big as Bobby Lee's. But h
e was real good -- until he pooped out on me. I was all set to stay with him all night. But just imagine, Sue Robin, making it with Shawnee! Wow! Now every time I play his records, I'll probably come all over the place."
Through her boozy haze Sue Robin felt some signals of hokey. Shawnee Harrigan was in England, on tour. She'd seen him on a TV news report just the night before, being greeted by a screeching bunch of groupies at the airport in London. But the exalted look on her sister-in-law's face stilled her tongue. If the girl believed she had been screwed by the big man of macho, let her stay happy. It all added up to a cure for what had ailed her before. She grinned to herself. Ol' Buz was going to be in for one helluva surprise when he got home.
They fell asleep, still talking.
Sue Robin awoke first the next morning. Feeling a bit wobbly and with a slight headache, she got into her swimsuit and went out for a refreshing dip in the ocean.
When she got back she felt much better. Mary Beth was still asleep. Worn to a frazzle by all this unaccustomed fucking, Sue Robin mused. Let her sleep.
She showered and got into some shorts and a swimsuit bra and slipped on a pair of sandals, and went downstairs for breakfast. The coffee shop was surprisingly full, but she found a booth just being cleared, and slid into the seat.
"Orange juice and coffee right away, please," she told the waitress. "I'll order when you get back."
The coffee was hot and fragrant, and she sipped it gratefully. After the waitress had taken her order and departed, she looked around at the other booths and tables, nodded and smiled at some fellow Alligators, then turned her attention back to her coffee.
"I tell you, man, she was outta sight!"
The man's voice was low but clear and it came from the booth just behind her. The partition between the two booths was too high for her to see over.
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