The outing with the Williams, Lois decided, had been quite pleasant, but she was disturbed. She tried to tell herself it was just imagination… But, Vivian Williams seemed to be almost too interested in Stan… almost like she was making a play for him!
Then, there was Harry, Vivian's husband. Why a couple of times I caught him looking at me like he was undressing me with his eyes! She felt flattered… that he was paying attention to her. But that look… ugh! It was vile! Like he wanted to… Lois didn't want to finish the thought to its conclusion… but she knew he was thinking about sex… with her as the sexual object. Her voyeuristic experience of the night before had been frightening, in a way; she had learned that… under the right circumstances, even she might change her mind, rearrange her attitudes and do something she'd be sorry for later… like wanting to have another man make love to her. She remembered with revulsion how she had reacted… what she had thought… If she could help it… nothing like that would ever really happen!
Driving the short distance back to their campsite, Harry and Vivian Williams had dropped them off at their camper… after Vivian had pleaded a sudden headache, which ended the day of sightseeing. She had accepted it. Maybe Stan'll take me out to dinner, anyway! It'd be nice… since we don't really go out often enough… She hoped it would put Stan in the mood… for later on… in bed…
As they entered their camper, waving goodbye, cheerily to the Williams, Lois asked, "Darling… can we still go out to dinner, tonight?"
"What…? Dinner…? Yeah… Okay…!" He roused himself from his reverie long enough to give his wife the answer she wanted. Christ! I'm one stupid son-of-a-bitch! She was practically offering it to me… on a silver platter… and I turned her down! There're ways, I suppose… to carry on an affair… I should have tried to find out more of what she had in mind… before I cut her off! Why, hell… a chance like that doesn't come along very often…! And is she built! She's got a body that doesn't stop! Nice big breasts… good hips… a nice, tight, round ass! Damn it! I could kick myself… for a crazy, stupid fool!
Then, Lois broke in on him, again. "I'm going to go take my shower, now while there's hardly anybody around!"
"Yeah… good idea! You go ahead…" he agreed. "I might do the same thing… a little later on!"
While Lois went, happily, about the camper getting her things ready, Stan decided to take another look at the engine of the truck… while away a little time with some tinkering, since there was very little he could do… as far as undoing the damage he had done to a developing relationship with Vivian Williams. Of course… maybe she was just playing around… being a teaser… but the way she talked she was serious about it… but the thing I can't figure out is the WHY of it? Why me…? She didn't know me from Adam!
Stan went outside, walked to the front of the camper and opened the hood to the engine compartment. Idly, he looked inside, studying the engine, but not really seeing it. His mind was still racing… But, if I ever get another chance… like this I'll sure as hell take it! Sure! It'd be cheating on Lois… but damn it… more and more… there's nothing there for me! It's just not any fun! There's no charge! All she'll do is lie there… telling me I can't do this or that! It's just a few kisses… hop on… and hop off, again! Christ… if she'd just let me play with her cunt… lick her clitoris… really get her ready for it… she'd have an orgasm every time! She seems to think anything but straight fucking is dirty… and I get good and tired, trying to convince her otherwise! Hell… I'm getting to the point where I don't care whether I fuck her or not! I just can't get as excited as I should! She's got such a great body… but she won't use it… for what it was designed for… for sex pleasure!
He heard Lois leave for the bath house. Maybe… I'll try, again, tonight… to get her to go the oral route… put some zing back into our sex life! Come to think about it… there hasn't been much of it, lately! He spotted a frayed wire leading to the headlights. Deciding that he ought to wrap it with some electrical tape, he went to the storage compartment in the side of the camper to get it.
Just then, he heard a car crunch by on the park road, below the campsite. He looked up, recognized the car, instantly; it was the big Mercury station wagon they had been riding in earlier. Vivian Williams was driving… and she was alone! Stan made up his mind, right then! Hell! Maybe there was something he could do… after all! She's alone… and probably going down to the village! It's only about a mile… and I could walk down there… maybe get to talk to her… find out what she's thinking! Hell… I might be able to get something going with her… besides I need the exercise… and the walk'll do me some good!
Closing the hood of the truck, he went inside the camper, found a piece of paper and scribbled a note to Lois, telling her he had gone for a walk down to the village.
With a spring in his step and a blithe whistle on his lips, Stan set off at a fairly brisk pace. Damn… with a little luck…
It was an invigorating walk; he enjoyed the clear, smog free air that pumped in and out of his lungs as he hiked along. Arriving at the rustic village, he spotted the Williams' car in the parking lot… and in a very few minutes of poking around in the various stores and bars, he found Vivian. She was seated in a booth, at the rear of one of the bars… and she was with a black bearded, leather-clad motorcycle bum. Well… I'll be damned!
He sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a beer. He drank it, slowly, glancing covertly at them and came to the conclusion that it was her own damned business what she did… And, I don't have any business interfering…! She sure must be desperate… trying to get her kicks with a character like that!
Stan had intended to drink only one beer, but he ordered a second and drank it as he watched Harry Williams' wife giving her rapt attention to the bearded gang leader, for of course, he had recognized him as the one who had passed them on the road, the day before, with a jeer and a flipping middle finger. Finishing off the second glass of beer, he left the bar. There's no point in sticking around here!
He stopped into-one of the rustic curio shops, bought some picture post cards and a scarf for Lois, feeling he should bring something back for her… if only to prove he had actually visited the village. Then, carrying his small package, he headed back toward their campsite, the camper… and his wife.
Strolling along the road, in no particular hurry, he enjoyed the scenery. He was, perhaps, only a quarter mile from the camp, when he glanced back over his shoulder to see the Williams' Mercury station wagon approaching, rapidly. As the car came close, he saw Vivian's tense, frightened face. Hell! Something's wrong! He waved his arms at her, vigorously and shouted, "Stop! Hey… Vivian! Stop! How about a ride?"
Oh, it's Stan! Thank God! She brought the car to a squealing stop, glancing back down the road and seeing only Stan Brewster dog-trotting up to her. She was still afraid that Mickey Blackum might be following… somewhere behind.
He was at the side of the car, now; Vivian looked up at him, her frightened grey eyes the only spot of color in her white, fearful face.
"What's wrong… Vivian?"
"Oh, S-Stan… I'm scared! It's M-Mickey Blackum! He… might be f-following me!"
"Why…?" He looked back down the empty road.
"He… wanted to take me… up in the hills… s-somewhere on his motorcycle and…"
"… And, what…? Fuck you…?"
She looked down, her face flushing, slightly, "Yes…" she trembled.
"What in the hell did you pick him up for then?"
Her eyes questioned.
"I saw you… in the bar with him!" he explained. "He seems like a damned poor choice!"
Stan saw that she was shaking, violently, and knew she was in no condition to be driving. "Slide over!" he said, firmly. "I'll drive you the rest of the way!"
She obeyed, and Stan opened the door and got into the driver's seat.
"I was angry… I guess…" Vivian tried to explain. "I was mad at H-Harry… and mad at you… too… for… for…"
"… For turning you off… during lunch?"
"Hell… what did you want me to do… grab you and lay you right there… in the restaurant…?" he asked, exaggerating.
"N-No but we could have been alone… tonight and…"
"We'd have been taking a chance of your husband catching us!" he reminded her.
"No… it would have been all right… with Harry!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean… h-he wouldn't do anything…"
Stan looked at her, questioningly, not understanding, so she went on, "He does what he wants… and I do what I want!"
"So you tried to pick me up…?"
"Yes… b-but there's a reason!" She looked away, not wanting to tell him… yet; it was the wrong time. Looking back down the road, she saw nothing on it, and heaved a sigh of relief. Now, that she had Stan Brewster alone… she might be able to carry on… from where she had left off, at lunch, when he had rejected her advances. She would know, in just a little while whether or not he was interested. "Why don't you drive around, for a while… maybe we can find a nice… private spot someplace… where we can talk…" she suggested.
"O… Or… fuck…?" His boldness in making the further suggestion amazed her. It had just come rolling out of his mouth.
"… Or… both!" Vivian told him, her heart leaping with excitement. Well! Maybe he's coming out of his shell…!
Stan put the car in drive and released the emergency brake. He drove quite slowly. The road led past the two camping spaces, but there was no way he could avoid passing them. He'd just have to chance being seen, either by Lois or Harry… but Harry – according to Vivian – was no longer any problem.
Passing his campsite, he saw nothing of his wife, Lois. He sighed with relief, "Well… my wife didn't see us!"
Vivian smiled and slid across the seat close to him. Likewise, he passed the Williams' trailer. Harry was nowhere to be seen.
"We're in the clear… now!" Vivian said in a conspiratorial tone, snuggling close against his shoulder, her hand dropping, eagerly, to his lap to feel the heated bulge of his growing erection.
"This's where we left off at lunch!" he remarked.
"When you… so-so forcefully took my hand away… damn it!"
"Well… we don't have to go over that, again!" Stan told her, shifting his position, slightly, in the seat, and allowing his thighs to spread a little more. Hell… if she wants to play… I won't stop her, now!
She knew what to do.-His change of position was all the signal she needed. With deft, sure knowledge, she zipped down the fly of his pants, her hand squirming inside to find the hardening shaft of his cock. She brought it out into the cooling air of the late afternoon and gasped, involuntarily, as she saw and felt its far above average adequacy. He glanced down to see her tiny hand holding it. Her bold approach, the erotic change of having this strange woman diving into his pants like that, caused it to jerk, throbbingly, in her hand, and he thought: Christ! If Lois would only break loose with something like this… once in a while… it'd be a whole new ball game!
Vivian was ecstatic. Oh, it's going to be nice… after all! MMMmmmmmm! "Stan… darling… you surprised me! It's even bigger than I thought it was!"
"Yeah…? Well I guess it's big enough… to get the job done!" He was flattered but felt he had to be self-effacing.
"I have to tell you this…" she breathed into his ear. "Do you know what I thought… when you took my hand off of it?"
"No… what…?"
"I thought you might be gay… or something like that!"
"The hell you did!?" Stan snorted. "I'm far from that! Except for when I was a kid… experimenting around… you know just growing up… trying to find out what it was all about… I've never had any yen for that sort of thing… especially after I found out about girls… and cunts!"
"That's a relief!" she sighed. "I like my men… to be all man!"
"Well… can't you feel it there in your hand?"
"Oh, God, yes… and I can't wait to feel it shoved into my cunt!" Vivian murmured, leaning down across his lap, her lips coming down to kiss the blood-inflated head of his cock.
As her lips made moist contact with the red satin of the corona, Stan moaned with the intense pleasure of the sensations her mouth caused. Damn! She's really hot for it…! And I haven't felt so hot and bothered… for a good long time!
Harry Williams spent his time lounging in a folding camp chair, listening to a portable radio and drinking beer. He had just stepped inside the trailer for another cold can of brew, when he saw his station wagon coming up the road, but when he came back out a moment later, fully expecting to see his wife, Vivian getting out of the car, he was totally surprised. I'll be damned! She went right on by!
Looking up the road, he saw the big Mercury. There were two people inside. Vivian was the passenger… and the driver was a man. He shaded his eyes to look closer and recognized the driver as Stan Brewster. An instant grin of deep satisfaction creased his big face. Vivian came through after all… it looks like! Now… the fun begins!
He set the can of beer down on the table and hurried to the rear of the trailer. Opening the storage compartment he removed a folding bicycle, assembled it, went inside to get his binoculars and peddled, happily off in the direction his car had gone. There's one thing for sure… they can't go very far on this road!
It was only about a half-mile farther on that he found the station wagon pulled off the road. A high, steep slope to the right ruled out his quarry's going up there, so he searched to the left, in the stream bed. He spotted them with his binoculars. Stan and Vivian were just disappearing around a bend of the stream where they would be hidden from the road. Stan, Harry noted, was carrying a blanket. Well… they're going to do some serious fucking… I guess, from the looks of things! Got their arms around each other… and everything… just like a couple of kids… going off to tear off a piece of ass… behind the barn!
Putting his binoculars back in the case, he fished his car keys out of his pocket, got into his car and eased it carefully back into the road, hoping that the roar of the falls, unseen around the next bend, would cover the sound of the car's motor. He swung the car around in the road and drove down to where he had left the bicycle. Putting the homely looking but functional vehicle in the back of the station wagon he drove, rapidly, down the road to the camping area. It won't be long now! Lois Brewster's going to be surprised to see me!
Luckily, there were few tourists, who took the little side trip to these particular falls. There had been no cars on the road, which pleased Stan, and the spot he selected, in the stream bed, could not be seen from the road. Across the stream was an unbroken wilderness. It was perfect. He spread the blanket on the sand and reached for Harry's wife, to kiss her for the first time.
She came into his arms, easily, lifting her mouth to his. Their lips welded and tongues became busy, searching and savoring, while hands roamed, to find hollows, curves and hard muscle. After a few moments, she twisted her head aside and murmured, "Stan… darling… there's one thing I have to tell you… b-before it's too late!"
He released her and she sank down onto the blanket. Mystified, Stan sat down beside her, trying to take her into his arms, again. He was impatient. There had been too much talk, already, as far as he was concerned. Vivian shrugged his hands away. "No! Not yet! I'm serious… I have to tell you something… before we can go any further!"
Visions of several things clicked through his mind: Disease? Physical malformation? Menstruation? Pregnancy…? "Well… what the hell is it? Don't be so mysterious!"
"Do you remember… I told you… that Harry and I do our own things?" she asked.
"Yeah… you said Harry didn't mind…"
"… That's only part of it!" she explained. "There's a little catch… to it…"
Stan's face creased in a frown. "A little catch… eh? Like how much is it? Is that what you mean… you're peddling it?" He reached for his wallet in his back pocket.
Vivian stared at him, aghast. "Stan!" she gasped. "That's absolutely disgusting! I'm not talking about money!" With a quick movement, she gathered herself and sprang to her feet. "Besides… it's insulting… and I'm leaving… now!"
Quickly, he caught her hand, pulled her down to him and smothered her in his arms, his lips finding hers, again, to kiss her hard and meaningfully. After a moment or two, she relaxed and began kissing him back.
Then, when he broke the kiss, he growled, "I'm sorry… Vivian… I misunderstood… but if it isn't that… what in the hell is it?"
"I guess we're even… on the misunderstanding, now…" she smiled, somewhat sheepishly. "… But what I'm talking about is a trade… me for you and your wife, Lois… for Harry!"
It was Stan's turn to stare at her, disbelieving what he had heard. "Am I hearing you right…?" he gulped. "Do you mean… you're doing this… with me… so that your husband'll get a crack at Lois?"
"Yes…"
"My God… I don't know… she's so…"
"So… what, Stan…?"
"Well, hell… I might as well tell you! She's such a hidebound, puritan type… that I-I… haven't been much interested, lately… in having sex with her!" he explained.
"Then… you wouldn't have any objections…?"
"Hell yes… I would! She's still my wife… and I do love her!"
"… But you do want me… don't you?"
"Yes… but… I couldn't throw her to somebody else!"
"All you have to do is agree to let Harry operate his own way!"
"Give him a clear field… in other words…?"
"That's the idea… and she can make up her own mind… Okay?"
Stan tried to visualize his wife in another man's arms, being fucked by him. It was no use; the pictures wouldn't form in his mind, but he knew it would be an actuality… if he accepted the terms of Vivian's offer. It's a damned big decision…! And, I can't see Lois going along with it!
Vivian's hands were busy on him, again, as she used her fingers to outline the bulge of his hard cock inside his pants. "Well… lover… have you made up your mind?" she asked.
"Yeah!" he grunted. "Come here! I want to fuck you!"
"OOH, YES, Stan! I want you to… I want you to fuck me… hard! I want you to… tear me apart… with your big… hard cock!"
He knew he should have not been so hasty. Lois had just been committed to a sexual encounter with Harry Williams… without her knowledge… or consent… because of his lust for the beautiful, black-haired wife of the other man… But, damn it… let's face it… Lois just doesn't do anything for me!
Resolutely, he reached out to the clasps at the back of her halter top, unhooked them and helped her to shrug free of the skimpy garment. There was no bra underneath. The full, round orbs of her satin-smooth breasts were liberated to his fascinated gaze. Instantly, he cupped the pliant flesh of them in his hands, kneading and massaging their magnificent fleshy firmness and rolling the hardening cameo-pink nipples between his fingers. He felt them distend and throb to erection as he manipulated them to spiky cones of sensitive flesh.
Then, while he nuzzled, licked and kissed her breasts, Vivian undid the zipper at the side of her tight-fitting slacks. She knelt up, kicked off her sandals, and he helped her, pulling the stretch material of her capris down over the svelte curve of her hips and buttocks. She rid herself of the slacks and tossed them aside. Her panties followed, and she was naked. Stan drank in the beauty of her body for a moment, before he pulled her down beside him on the blanket. His mouth came down hard on her lips, his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth. She sucked at it, while his hands explored her body, moving down over the smoothness of her back to the rounded, resilient protuberances of her buttocks, where his fingers dug in, cruelly, as he kneaded the flesh of them through his fingers.
Her hands were certainly not idle. She reached, found and zipped, his fly coming open, then she unbuckled his belt, before her hand dipped in to liberate his massive, hard cock from his confining pants. She fondled it, feeling its great length and girth. It was warm and pulsing in her hand… and hard as granite, and she felt it throb to even greater erectile dimensions.
Gently, Vivian used her nails to scratch, lightly, up and down the hard length of his prick; then, she reached under to cup his sperm-bloated testicles, and she used her nails again to taunt them. She heard him gasp, involuntarily, his cock jerking in her light-fingered grasp… seeming to grow harder, yet, as she titillated him to vibrant readiness.
Using both hands, now, she grasped the shaft of his cock and squeezed it… hard. Then, she began to twist and wring, her hands going in opposite directions, as though she were expressing water from a rinsed garment. It was a deliciously erotic sensation that sent almost excruciating sexual excitement swarming through the length of his prick. It brought a short, sharp intake of breath from him, and a deep-throated moan was wrung, from his lips. Without warning he broke the deep, soul kiss and sprang, suddenly, to his feet, clawing at his clothes to get them off.
Vivian had to release his cock, as he jumped up to his feet, but she recovered it quickly, her mouth following her hands. She knelt before him, milking back the loose fold of his foreskin to reveal the red, blood-engorged cock-head, her lips seeking it to kiss and lick, her tongue swirling, maddeningly around it, as she teased and taunted it, expertly; meanwhile, Stan stripped off his shirt and undershirt and flung them, aside. Christ! He hadn't been this excited… in a hell of a long time! Looking down, he saw her pink tongue licking at him… almost as a child licks an ice cream cone. Then, he knew what he wanted!
"Suck it!" he breathed. "Suck my cock… first!"
Without hesitation, her lips quickly encompassed the silky-smooth corona, her tongue running in circles around the flanges, then flattening along the frenulum to suck like a nursing baby; finally, the sinuous tip of her tantalizing lingual member teased at the slitted head of his cock, trying to insinuate its agile tip into the tiny orifice. His prick throbbed, achingly, in her mouth, and instinctively, his hips began to undulate back and forth, and she began to absorb more and more of his ample length and breadth, her lips sliding down and down over the shaft of his cock, until more than half of it was moistly sheathed in the warmth of her working mouth and throat. Delightful sensations cascaded through him. It felt wild… and insane, in the extreme. God damn it! I've got to fuck her… now! He wanted to shove his cock into her squirming cunt… and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight!
"God! That's enough… now! Leave enough of it… for me to fuck you with!" he groaned, reaching down, under her arms to hoist her up to him. Reluctantly, she was forced to release his throbbing cock from her voracious mouth; then, with desperate speed, he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them. His shorts followed in a second. He kicked the clothing aside, carelessly, as he stood fully nude, now, before her. He grinned with quiet satisfaction, when Vivian's eyes locked onto the lancing, massive hardness of his prick.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Oh, yes… and to think… I almost missed out… altogether!"
Quickly, then, he gathered her into his arms, his hands going around her to the lush fullness of her globoid buttocks, his fingers digging into them to feel their smooth, round pliancy. Pulling her in hard and close, he slipped the hard shaft of his cock in between her legs, parting the soft, dark hair ringing her cunt-slit and sawed it back and forth in the sensate flesh of her furrow. He felt the lubricious moisture and the pulsing warmth her cunt generated. The spiky hardness of her coned-out nipples pushed in hard against his chest as her arms went around him, her hands smoothing across the mascularity of his strong back, then dropping down to his waist and down over the lithe suppleness of his trim, flat buttocks to pull him, likewise, hard into her loins, until their pubes were in solid contact and the head of his cock nestled, firmly, all the way between her legs and back against the tiny, crinkled orifice of her anus.
Standing together, there, observed only by the primal wilderness, they were, for now, the only man and the only woman – or the first man and first woman – as they danced the ritual dance of sex, moving undulantly, against each other, his big cock rubbing, maddeningly, against the sensitive bud of her clitoris, as she straddled the hardened rod of his more than adequate prick.
"You do want it… don't you?" Stan rasped, his throat dry. "You want me to… fuck you?"
"Oh, God… I can hardly wait… to get your cock in me! Fuck me! Fuck me… quick!" she moaned. "… Before I go out of my mind!"
Stan released her. She sank down on the blanket, lowering herself to it to lie on her back, her beautifully tapered thighs splaying out, obscenely, to receive him, while her hands went to her own breasts to cup and fondle then slide down across her flat belly to massage the inside of her thighs, her hands finally framing the heated flesh of her cunt. He watched her for a moment, as her hips described tiny circles of desire under her, and her eyes were drawn, magnetically, to the spear of his hard cock, a smile of lewd anticipation spreading across her lovely face.
"I still don't believe it!" she gasped, then giggled, girlishly. "You know… when Harry told me… about you… I thought you'd be ordinary!" She held up her arms, invitingly.
"Would you say then… that I'm extraordinary…?" he asked lowering himself down between her thighs.
"Oh God yes! You've got plenty of extra!"
The moment his flesh touched her she shivered with sensual delight, her limbs trembling with ecstatic anticipation.
"I'm going to stuff you full of cock… now!" he grated.
"Please… lover! That's exactly what I want! I want it wild… and hard… and deep!"
Their mouths locked, tongues searched and tasted, and she rubbed her undulant body against him, raising her loins to him to find the hardened rod of his prick… but he was holding himself poised above her, not ready yet to plumb the depths of her cuntal passage. There was one other thing he wanted!
His mouth left hers and moved down, hungrily, over her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking as he went. Then, he paid homage to the magnificent hemispheres of her satiny, alabaster-white breasts, their coral, spiked-out nipples sensitively vibrant as he sucked and nipped at them, which brought gasps of both pain and pleasure from her lips.
Then, his mouth moved down and away, and his body slithered downward over hers, his hands replacing his mouth on the tingling mounds of her sensate breasts, kneading and massaging, his strong-fingered digging into their soft resiliency bringing her a mass of delightfully erotic sensations.
… And, now… his lips were on her ribs, below her breasts… and moving… on down to the firmness of her flat belly, his tongue taunting and exploring the recess of her navel, briefly; then they were moving away, following the line of down on her abdomen, until they arrived at the almost jet-black triangle of pubic hair mounded there.
Sliding his hands underneath her smooth buttocks that undulated, lithely, against his palms, he lifted them up to him, his tongue darting out to explore the inner softness of her satiny tapered thighs.
Vivian's loins were, now, a seething whirlpool of rapturous expectation, as she anticipated the exquisite sensation of his tongue on and in her searing cunt. It was almost as though her cunt was the vortex of that whirlpool… and he was being drawn down into it…
Without warning, his tongue shot out, darting into her cuntal opening like a striking snake. Deep into the warm, liquid depths it went, sending a sharp, shivering spasm of uncontrolled ecstasy up through her spine. The electric sensations arced in her with the fury of lightning… savage and unconquered.
She moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Stan… darling! That feels wonderful… absolutely marvelous!"
Unceasingly, he licked and sucked at her, pressuring up through the sensate flesh of her furrow to find and draw up her clitoris into his mouth. It came to full, throbbing erection under his sensuously tantalizing tongue. Now, Vivian had to have him inside her. She wanted that huge cock of his drubbing deep into her cunt, turning her inside out… splitting her in two… destroying her with its titanic power. She wanted to be subdued and subjugated by it…! And, she wanted it now… with all her being! God! She had to have it… more than anything else in the world!
She pulled at his hair. Her eyes were closed. She was completely overpowered by the ecstasy coursing through her.
"Shove it in me!" she demanded. "Ram that big cock of yours… into my fucking cunt and fuck me… with it! Fuck me! Oh, God. Fuck me to death with it!"
Nothing mattered but this moment… this moment of sex! She felt as if she were nothing but an unfilled cunt… a cunt that throbbed and ached for fulfillment. She was Cunt; he was Cock…! And there was only the lovely, swirling, exultantly exhilarating sensations of her vibrant, throbbing pussy, as it waited, impatiently, expectantly… for the entrance of his massively solid cock.
Stan's lean, muscular body squirmed up over her, wedging her thighs wide apart. She was moistly flowered open to him, more than ready for his plunging entrance. Then, as he poised there, above her, her eyes misted with the power of her emotion, and she begged, "Oh… please… don't make me wait!"
Smoothly, then, he went into her, the great hardened shaft of his cock, with its bulbous, lust-inflated head, bursting into the resilient, moist cuntal portal, suddenly… shatteringly. It spread the elastic, coraline walls of her vagina, as it raced full speed ahead, plunging far up into the seat of her being, nudging past her cervix, painfully, to lodge hard against the back wall of her warm, needful cuntal passage to bring her the long-awaited pleasure-pain she wanted… and needed.
Harry Williams' wife screamed under him. It was a long, drawn-out scream of sensual rapture. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed with passion and her thighs quivered, as she received him to the fullest. His cock was thrust to the hilt in her. His pubic bone crashed into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls smacked hard into the hairless crevice between the fully rounded orbs of her buttocks.
Then, he began to saw his cock in and out of her cunt, fucking her with feral energy, never stopping, always probing deeper and deeper, pinning her to the blanket, pressing her legs back farther and farther, his great, hardened prick screwing and fucking into her cunt like a monster reptile sent from the underworld to gorge itself on her flesh. He was like a man gone insane as he plundered her tender, clasping cunt.
Vivian pulled her thighs back until they mashed down hard against the tingling, swelling mounds of her breasts, exposing the festive table of her loins to the feeding monster of his foraging cock. Her hips were undulant, rising in counterpoint to his hard, thrusting cock; together, they composed a great symphony of sexual desire, its soaring central theme one of torrid sensuality as they moved closer to the smashing finale.
Vivian's loins were a blazing furnace, the searing flames blotting out all rational thought, except those of pleasure, and she was aware only of the jabbing, thrusting, coupling of cock and cunt, below, and the slapping of flesh on flesh, which sounded loud in the forest stillness. She heard, also, the liquid sounds of the viscous lubricants of her vaginal walls as he pistoned in and out of her pulsating cuntal sheath.
Acutely, she was aware of his hands that ran over her body, their warmth on her sensate skin like licking flames over a hearth-log and his lips were on her mouth, her throat… her swollen breasts, sucking, licking and biting, his teeth nibbling at the erect buds of her nipples, until tiny rivulets of blood sprang from them to flood his mouth with the salty flavor of it. Her passion soared with the masochistic pleasure; it heightened the overpowering ecstasy of her desire-filled cunt, as his body covered her, the hot friction of him deliciously swarming against her, his hard-muscled body straining to bury the Herculean length of his cock to the very hilt in her pulsatingly lustful cunt with every downward plundering, goring thrust.
… Then, they both heard it, distinctly, but at that moment, as they drove toward the rapture of sexual climax, they could not have stopped to find out what it was. It was the sound of thrashing brush, on the bank above them, as something – or someone – moved through the thick chaparral, rapidly, noisily. It could have been a frightened animal… a deer perhaps… or a horse that had wandered away from its corral… But, to the couple on the blanket, nothing mattered but the flaming passion that had caught them up in a boiling cauldron of molten steel, melding their flesh, blending them into one sensate being, aware only of the sensations of flaming rapture… of the imminent release for which they strove.
Stan Brewster filled her. He filled her… and fulfilled her, completely; it was almost as though his rampaging cock was a missing, complementary part of herself… and she wished it could go on and on forever… just like this… being fucked and fucking back in wild abandon. God… Oh, God! If she could have only one wish it would be that… and she would be happy for the rest of her life… wanting or needing nothing else!
She gasped. Incoherent words came tumbling out of her mouth, as she panted for breath, her body reaching out to grasp the orgasm that was coming to her, bringing a release from the agony of waiting… from the overwhelming ecstasy of nerves too long supercharged with sex sensations.
"Screw me… Stan! Fuck me! Fuck me… forever… just like this! Oh, God… ram it in deeper. OOOoooh! That's it! I-I'm just… about… ready… to… cum! Oh, God! I am! I'm CUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNGGG! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhh!"
Vivian writhed convulsively, under him, panting out her orgasm, as she soared to meet it and waves of body-relaxing, soul-satisfying release were hers to savor. She heard the wailing rasp of his breath, and she knew he would cum… soon.
His massive cock was a punishing, goring horn as it rampaged in and out of her with relentless fury. It made her whole body tingle, as she took him deep, up into her belly.
Feeling the scorching burn of his ejaculation, as it was liberated from his sperm-laden balls, Stan suddenly stiffened above her, his back arching in one final, slamming thrust into the viscid moisture of her pulsing cuntal flesh. Then, he was spewing his semen far up into her vaginal sheath, his cock pumping wildly, while ecstatic sensations of relaxing euphoria swept over him, leaving him weak… and completely satisfied. He grunted his pleasure, as his prick continued to spasm, involuntarily, for a few moments; then he collapsed, dropping his weight full upon her, still cradled between her soft, beautiful, widespread thighs. He felt drained… figuratively as well as literally, after that final, frantic effort to satisfy her… and himself.
It was a dream. It was a heavenly vision of sexual fulfillment… and it was heaven, itself, to own such exquisite happiness… to know that it resided in your body… and that you could share it with another person… and Vivian reflected upon how lucky she was… how unbelievably glorious it was to enjoy sex to the fullest… with a real man… like Stan! How wonderful it was. We're almost… like Adam… and Eve… or are Stan and I the King and Queen of sex…? Out here… by ourselves… away from everybody… stark naked… in the wilds I'm the Queen of Cunt… and Stan's the King of Cock! She knew it was a fantasy… but a fantasy woven from the sexual satiety she felt.
Finally, after several moments, their breathing under control, now, their bodies relaxed, Vivian began, rhythmically, to squeeze the rapidly detumescent length of his cock, using the interior muscles of her still gently clasping vagina. It was an exquisitely sensual feeling for him… and for her. She did it several times.
Stan moaned, "God! That feels good! Do it some more!"
She did.
Again, hot blood rushed into the almost flaccid tube of his prick, and it became alertly erect and ready.
"Do you want me to fuck you… again… Vivian…?" he asked, knowing that it was what he wanted, too.
"Oh, God… Yes, Stan, darling…! And… don't stop! Don't let it ever stop!" she moaned, as his mouth welded to hers.
… And, together, in the rapidly waning light of the late afternoon, they began, again to explore each other's bodies… to learn… to know… to give and to take, their pleasure coming to them in waves to their tinglingly sensual bodies… and they forgot… Each was married to someone else!