It was crowding two o'clock in the morning when Dan Hunter slid his pickup to a stop in front of the cabana. He was alone. Steve Trent hadn't been able to leave the village after closing the Old Bottle Inn. Something had come up. Something pleasant, for Steve. Monique Dubois, the village doctor's wife, had tied one on, and Steve had volunteered to drive her home. Dan grinned at the moon overhead and made a mental bet with himself that somewhere between the tavern and her home, Monique Dubois would be relieved of her panties. It wouldn't be difficult for Steve to score. Dan knew Monique. She was a hot piece. Always eager to take a cock in her box. His grin sagged. He wished he could say the same about Kitten.
What was wrong with her? Frigid? Why?
He lifted his shoulders in a spare shrug and started to enter the cabana. Then he became aware of the darkness around him. He glanced towards the motel office and wondered how often his Uncle Max had boozed himself to sleep, and how many times the old fart had forgotten to turn on the night lights while he had been away in the service.
"I ought to go in there and shake him out of the sheets," Dan muttered angrily. "Better still, I should go in there and fire his lazy ass."
"You won't do it tonight," a soft voice purred from the shadows that hovered near the pool. "Uncle Max isn't home. He went for a ride with Gil Savage."
Dan recognized the voice of Liz Trent and answered, "This seems to be the night for taking rides. Steve took one with Monique Dubois."
Liz Trent laughed softly. "The change of menu will do Steve good. You ought to try it yourself sometime, Daniel."
"Like maybe tonight?"
"Why not?"
"With you?"
"Why not?" she echoed. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it?"
Dan crunched his way across the sea shells and joined Liz on the concrete apron that skirted the pool. He knew where she was located, but he couldn't see her. Not plainly. He suddenly wanted to see more than a silhouette. He went over to the switch box and pulled the lever that turned on the pool lights. And then he saw her.
Liz Trent, dressed in a skimpy bikini, was stretched out on a blanket near the diving board. Now she came to a sitting position and said, "I have a jug with me…"
Dan hesitated for a moment, saying nothing.
"Kitten isn't home, either," Liz said pointedly. "She went for a stroll along the beach. She always goes there when she has a problem. She won't be back for hours." She handed him a glass and patted the blanket beside her. "Park it, Daniel."
He sank down beside her and lit a pair of cigarettes while she poured their drinks.
Liz clinked her glass against his and said, "Here's to frustration, Daniel."
"Yours or mine?"
Liz smiled and shook her head. "I haven't any hang-ups. I'm toasting pours."
"What makes you think I have any?"
The smile wobbled on her lips. "Don't try to con me, darling. After being away from his wife for a year, a husband doesn't spend his first night at a gin mill unless he's frustrated about something."
"We had a fight."
"Sure. In the bedroom."
He shrugged. "It happens."
Liz snorted. "With Kitten, it'll happen often. I know her better than you do, Daniel. She has a beauty of a block when it comes to doing what comes naturally."
He didn't get pissed. "She'll get over it. So will you."
"Will I, Daniel?" Her voice sounded brittle. "I'm the one who should have been at the landing to greet you today, and I'm the one who should have taken that big cock of yours this afternoon, not Kitten." She licked her lips in a moistening gesture. "I can still take that big whang of yours, lover. Now. Right here. Under the lights. Your dick. Balls and all. How about it?"
Mild annoyance edged his voice. "Stop acting like a bitch, Liz."
She gave him a twisted smile. "Who's acting? Think back and you'll discover that I've always made like a woman, but never like a bitch. Not with you. Not ever with you."
Liz wasn't lying. She was remembering something he had almost forgotten. Now it came back to him, too. He had been her first lover.
Liz said teasingly, "It isn't very flattering to be forgotten by the man who copped my cherry."
"I didn't forget."
"Bullshit! Ten to one you can't even remember where it happened."
Dan had no trouble visualizing what he now thought of as the cherry incident. He had been on the beach, toasting himself in the sunshine when…
He hadn't heard the girl walk up to him. When she spoke, he stopped woolgathering and sat up on the sand to look at her. He lifted his shades and liked what he saw. So did his cock. She was a bouncy little redhead, surely no more than a teenager, with jade-colored eyes that told him she trusted the entire world, no questions asked.
"Hi," he responded.
She had an innocent face, pouting lips, and tits tucked behind a scrap of halter that were no bigger than a pair of oranges. Was she as innocent as she looked? He decided to find out. She was young, to be sure, but his conscience and the sudden ache in his balls couldn't have cared less.
He smiled suddenly at the miniature redhead with the orange-sized tits and said, "I like your bathing suit."
"It's nothing, really."
"I know. That's why I like it."
She laughed.
His eyes feasted on her firm boobs. She showed no embarrassment. He lifted his glance to meet hers and asked, "Do you live around here, kid?"
She took a deep breath that did nice things to her crowded halter. "I live around here, but I'm not a kid, and if you want me to be your friend, you'd better stop calling me one."
"Sorry, but I have to call you something."
"Liz what?"
"Liz Randall. Pop is the weekend fisherman's favorite guide around here."
He blinked. "You're Cap Randall's kid?"
Liz took a long, shallow breath. "I told you not to call me a…"
"I know, I know. You don't want to be called a kid." He laughed. "So you're Cap's daughter? Damn, I didn't think the old boy had anyone in this world, except himself."
"Cap was a bit shook himself when I barged in on him two weeks back. Can't say I blame him much. I wasn't even aware of his existence until Mother kicked the bucket. Mind if I plop down so we can talk in comfort?"
"That's up to you, but I think you'd better find out who I am first."
Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I already know. Cap pointed you out in the village the other day. Your name is Dan Hunter, and you're a year short of the legal age necessary to operate the motel you inherited after your parents went down with their yacht during last year's hurricane. Now may I sit down?"
"Be my guest, but I think it's only fair to warn you that I'm a sex fiend."
Liz sat down and wrinkled her slightly turned up nose at him. "I should be so lucky."
His cock twitched as he grinned at her. "Sour grapes?"
"Not really. Chalk it up to boredom."
"Care to explain that?"
Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his swim trunks for a moment. Then she smiled at him and said, "I'm bored from not getting bored. The island boys shy away from me because they're afraid of Cap, and the men back off." She sighed. "At the rate I'm going, I'll die an old maid."
"Or a virgin."
She shivered in the sunlight. "You should go home and wash your mouth out with soap for saying that."
"For calling you a virgin?"
"What else?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Still cherry?"
"Yes, but I don't want to be. It's very annoying."
Dan threw back his head and laughed. "You're the strangest girl I've ever met."
"Why? Because I'm honest? Or because I'm still the not-so-proud owner of a cherry?"
"Both."
She shrugged and made her tits quiver. "I can't do anything about the first, but I'm willing to change where the other is concerned." She moistened her lips. "Would you like to corrupt me?"
He studied her. His first impression was that Liz Randall wasn't very wealthy in the gray-matter department, but a second look convinced him otherwise. No dummy here. Just a sexy little cunt in need of a stiff prick.
He licked his lips and admired Liz's budding tits while he pondered the situation. The doll was throwing her undefiled pussy in his face, and he wanted to make the catch, but in the same breath he was reluctant. It would have been smart to get up and walk away with his stiff dick, but he found it impossible to pass up the opportunity to pluck her cherry. A moment later he made his decision. He looked around to see if the coast was clear, and then he went for broke.
"I want to fuck you, Liz, but I wouldn't like for the whole damn island to know about it before sundown." He studied her speculatively. "I hope you know how to keep a secret."
Her now dreamy jade eyes dropped to the hard-on straining against his swim trunks. "Try me."
"I intend to."
She moistened her strawberry lips in a nervous gesture. "Will it hurt?"
"A little. But not for long." He grinned. "Let me prove it. Come here."
"Come where?"
"On my lap."
The diminutive redhead obeyed quickly. Her firm butt came into contact with his prick and made his breath catch in his throat. The feeling was akin to holding a live bomb on his lap. He had made it with young chicks before, but Liz was so tiny and so fragile-looking she gave the appearance of being younger than she actually was. He shrugged, thought, Here goes…
The palms of his hands came to rest against her narrow hips, right over the place where the lower part of her bikini ended. Her warm flesh excited him, and his mouth suddenly went dry.
His cock throbbed.
Liz squirmed on his lap and said, "Your thing feels nice against my fanny, Daniel."
He chuckled. "That thing, as you call it, is my cherry-picker, pussycat."
"It's a lovely cherry-picker."
"Thanks."
"And it feels so long and fat against my fanny. Like a hunk of bicycle tire. I hope it'll fit inside me."
"And it won't hurt much?"
"I don't think so. You might feel some discomfort, but after I pop your cherry, you should enjoy the fucking I'm going to give you. However, if you don't want to…"
She squirmed. "Don't be an idiot, Daniel. I couldn't walk away from your dingus even if I wanted to, and I don't want to. I want to learn how to fuck."
"Like a whore?"
"Like a good whore."
He placed his hands on her tits. "I'll teach you, pussycat."
"Hurry."
"Relax. I'm going to slip my hand under your halter and fool around with your tits for a while."
"Don't talk about it. Do it."
He shifted his rump a bit. The sand was soft and he was hard. He exhaled loudly and slipped a hand under Liz's halter. He cupped a firm tit and kneaded it slowly, gently, and in a minute he felt cock-juice soaking into his trunks.
Damn, he thought. I keep doing this and I'll blow my nuts before I get inside her pussy.
Liz was feeling something, too, for at this point she was moaning and squirming all over his lap. She was hot to trot; he wanted her just a bit hotter. He found the peak of the boob he held and massaged it between thumb and forefinger. Her nipples were tiny buds just yet, but he knew that in another year or so, after a few mouths sucked on them, that they would probably blossom to the size of ripe acorns.
Liz shuddered and whispered harshly, "Your hand feels nice on my titty, Daniel. Real nice. Would you like to kiss my boobs?"
"I'd like to do more than that, babe. I'd like to gnaw on them."
"Gnaw away, Daniel."
He needed no second invitation. He tugged away her halter, then lowered his lips and trapped a pink nipple between them. He sucked one, then the other, until Liz's hips went wild and announced that she was more than ready to meet her maker.
"Now?" he asked.
"You've got to be kidding."
He eased Liz from his lap and stretched her out on the warm sand, on her back. She watched with passion-clouded eyes as he hooked his fingers into her bikini bottom and clawed it free of her body. He tossed the scrap of cloth aside and took his first glimpse of her virginal cunt. There was a full patch of beaver here, and it covered her cunt-mound with all the glory of fuzz on a peach. Sight of her twat and the knowledge that no man had tapped the well, filled him with the wildest urge to put his face between her legs and make like a crotch cannibal.
Liz panted, "Stop staring at the goodies and get with it, Daniel. Do something, do anything! God, I'm burning up! My pussy feels as though it ran into a blowtorch. Cool me off!"
"I will. Spread your legs." Liz obeyed.
"Beautiful."
"Aren't you going to get naked?"
Dan smiled crookedly and stood up to remove his swim trunks.
Liz swallowed hard as his petrified prick popped into view, and said, "You're bigger than you felt, Daniel."
"Scare you?"
"Shit."
He gripped his pulsating cock in his right hand and dropped to his knees between her scissored legs. He became oblivious to the world around him as he pressed the velvety knob of his drooling dong against the tense lips of her twat and went about the pleasant task of turning a little girl into a well-fucked woman.
"Easy," Liz cautioned. "Easy."
He moistened the lips of her cunt with his pre-cum, then forced the tip of his cock between them. Liz grunted. He withdrew and asked, "Am I hurting you?"
"A little, but don't stop." She tried to spread her legs wider. "I'm not afraid of your cock. I want all of it."
"Now?"
And now it was.
He gripped her dimpled butt and hunched forward a bit. The tight, virginal lips of her twat hurt the tip of his cock. He withdrew and spat in the palm of his hand. Then he lubricated a finger with the saliva and tried to loosen her cunt up a bit with it. He managed to work his finger in her pussy-hole past the knuckle before Liz said, "Oooohhh, your finger hurts!"
He didn't remove it. He knew what he was doing. He stiffened his finger and crammed it deep in her cunt. Liz grunted, then whimpered, "You broke something, you broke something!"
He backed his digit from her snatch and found blood on it. He smiled and said, "I think I just popped your cherry, pussycat. The rest should be easy."
Liz relaxed with a laugh. "I think so, too. The pain's gone, Daniel."
He nuzzled the knob of his dong against the lips of her pussy once more. "Good deal! Now we can get down to the business of fucking."
"Be gentle with me."
"Relax, pussycat. I won't hurt you again."
But he did.
He gripped her dimpled butt and buried his cock in her cunt with one brutal thrust. By the time Liz's scream faded into the nearby coconut palms, his balls were resting against her pussy fur. He didn't stop to comfort her. He dropped his hungry mouth to her left tit and sucked on the nipple while he went through the motions of throwing a wild fuck into her.
"You're hurting me," Liz rasped through clenched teeth. "Damn you, damn you, stop!"
He didn't stop. He knew how to break in a new pussy. The cherry was gone; the rest of the trip would be easy. He tightened his grip on her writhing ass. He continued to suck her left tit while he slapped the meat to her. A minute or two later the agony drained from Liz's cunt and her hips changed tempo. Now she was happy. He sensed this and knew that his prick was getting good to her. A moment later she verified it.
"I like it," she panted as she coiled her legs around his waist and bounced her ass tip and down to meet his every lunge. "I never knew anything so big could feel so good inside my pussy! Ah, Daniel! Fuck me, fuck me good!"
He fucked her silly. He took his time. He removed her nipple from between his lips and came to a half-kneeling position between her legs. He leaned back a little and watched his prick worm in and out of her box, and for a flickering moment he felt as though he were fucking a child of nine or ten. Then the feeling passed and he thought, No kid here. This cunt's not a child… it is all woman!
Liz's warm arms tightened around his neck and he saw a cloudy quality appear in her green eyes. He knew she was on the brink of having her first climax. This was good. His own balls ached with the pent-up jism that would soon erupt and gush out of his prick into her cunt. He thought about withdrawing a second before he popped, but during that hairy second it became too late; he buried his cock deep within her melting pussy and popped his wad. He felt his fuck-juice squirting into Liz as she shuddered with delight, until the last drop of cum spurted out of his dick, and then he collapsed on top of her and lay still.
"One of us changed along the way," Liz said, jerking Dan back to the present. "It wasn't me." She smiled sadly. "After Kitten arrived on the scene, nothing stayed the same. Damn you all to hell, why did you have to fall in love with her?"
Dan exhaled loudly. "Why does anything have to happen?"
"You tell me."
Dan shook his head. "I can't, pussycat, so let's drop the subject, shall we?"
"Whatever you say, Daniel. How about some more booze?"
"I've had enough."
"Enough of what? Not sex, that's for damn sure. Why, that big cock of yours is so hard right now a cat couldn't scratch it. Want me to soften it for you?"
He made no reply.
Liz smiled impishly. "Kitten won't be home for a while. Come on, Daniel. Let's have our own reunion."
Dan laughed suddenly. "Know something, Liz? My first opinion of you was the right one. You really are a bitch."
"Only where you're concerned, Daniel." She reached for the zipper on his fly. "Now, let's get that cock of yours out in the open where I can get at the big rascal."
"Here?"
"Why not? I'm not bashful."
Dan shrugged. Hell, why not? After the way Kitten had treated him…
His fly zipper hissed in the thick silence and a whisper later his whang felt the coolness of the night and the hotness of Liz's eager hand. Without being aware of what he was doing, he undid Liz's halter and tumbled her big boobs into nakedness.
"I like that," Liz murmured as the air kissed her nipples into full blossom. "It's been ages since any man, including my husband, took the time to bare and fool around with my boobs. I always did like a tit-player." Her voice turned sly. "Would you like to take a tit in your mouth and suck it a little?"
"I might," Dan said as he watched her fingers coil around his cock. "After you do me."
"A fuck job?"
He shook his head. "A suck job."
"You want me to play a tune on your skin-flute?" A pleased expression crawled across her face. "Baby, you have changed… for the better. You never used to like to go that route before."
"I like it now. Do you?"
"Are you kidding? Baby, I've swung from more vines than Tarzan since Steve took the cherry out of my mouth with his."
"Are you good at it?"
"The best."
"Show me."
Liz did. Eagerly.
Dan watched her nudge his foreskin back and lick the knob of his stiff cock with the tip of her pink tongue. She caressed the underside of his cock-head, then looked up at him and remarked, "Your sausage is drooling like crazy, Daniel. I like that. The more the better. I love the taste of sperm. I hope you come a lot."
"I haven't had any complaints yet. I only hope you know your business. Most of the girls I met didn't know shit about sucking a prick."
"This girl does. You'll see. I'll suck your cock like it's never been sucked before. You won't leave here as a dissatisfied customer. When I finish eating your meat, you'll know it. I'm not like those hookers you made it with in the service. Liz knows how to eat her meat."
Dan bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. "Then Liz better start eating before she talks me into coming before she gets this cock in her mouth." He grabbed a delicate ear in each hand and pulled her slightly parted lips towards the glistening tip of his prick. "Blow me, babe."
Liz averted her head so that her lips moved away from the moist and velvety knob of his cock, but she continued to hold it in her hot little hand.
"Steady as she goes, Daniel," Liz laughed as she used her free hand to loosen his belt. "I want to get your pants down so I can really get my mouth on you. I'll suck your fuck-stick while I toy with your nuggets, and then I'll take those nuggets in my mouth and really make you climb the nearest palm tree. Humor me, lover."
Dan sat and let Liz have her way. A few seconds later he was naked, his cock jutting skyward like a post of flesh. He waited for Liz to make her next move, silently wishing to hell she would hurry up and put that pretty mouth to work on his whang. She did.
"I'm all set," Liz purred. "Are you?"
He fisted and shook his prick at her. "Does this answer your question?" His voice turned into a growl. "Hop to it, you pretty little meat-eater."
"Yes, master."
"Now, damn you."
"I hear and I obey, O Horny Master."
He gritted his teeth. "Come on, Liz, cut the shit and take my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours."
"I'll smear it with my lipstick."
"Smear away."
"You asked for it."
Liz's naked boobs mashed against his perspiring thighs as she stretched her jaws and took the swollen tip of his dick between her soft lips. Dan shuddered convulsively as her mouth tightened over his knob. He glanced down and watched the length of his whang worm deeper and deeper into her mouth, and then he sucked wind as she cupped his balls in her dainty hand and tickled them with the sharp tips of her squirming fingers.
"You're doing fine," Dan croaked as he pressed his hands against the back of her skull and crammed more of his cock in her mouth. "Now keep those hot lips of yours nice and tight and start blowing."
Liz mumbled a yes around his oozing prick, then compressed her lips and proceeded to devour his meat. There was no hesitation. He wanted her to suck him off and she was eager to suck him. He fed more cock to her mouth and sucked wind again. She made a small sound as the tip of his tool tickled her tonsil area, and then she did something that permitted his shaft to slither down into her throat. A moment later his balls came to a rest against her chin; he was all the way home.
He stared, shook his head in disbelief. There weren't too many girls he had known during his twenty-eight years who could take a cock down their throats the way Liz was doing, and now he knew that she hadn't been lying when she told him that there wasn't anyone around who could hold a candle to her when it came to playing a solo on the old skin-flute.
He tightened his grip on her delicate ears and encouraged her on. "Suck, babe, suck!"
Liz responded. She made strange gulping sounds in the thick silence. Noisy gulps. Greedy gulps like a starving calf feasting on an udder.
"I'm getting there, babe," Dan rasped. "Damn, am I ever getting there! It shouldn't be long now. Go, pussycat, go!"
Liz kept going. She sucked and gnawed on his pulsing dick until he erupted. Fuck-cream gushed out of his cock and spurted against the back of her throat, flooding it to the point of overflowing.
"Don't spit it out!" he croaked his fingernails biting into her earlobes. "Eat my cum! Swallow babe, swallow!"
Liz obeyed, making loud gulping sounds in the thick silence. Happy sounds. Lewd sounds. Gulp, gulp, gulp!
Dan finished blowing his mind and his nuts and relaxed with a heavy sigh. He thought Liz was finished with him; she wasn't. She let his withering whang slither out from between her lips, and then she attacked his nuts. She took one ball in her mouth and milked it with her lips. Then she did the same thing to the other ball. By the time she finished sucking and licking his nuts, he found he had a hard-on once more, and now he helped her to a sitting position and said, "No more blow-jobs tonight, babe."
She cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "Don't tell me you've had enough?"
He shook his head.
She pouted prettily. "Then why toss in the towel?"
"I'm not tossing it in, babe." His voice licked at her. "I want something else from you."
A muscle twitched at the corner of her slightly smudged mouth. "A piece of my pussy?"
"No."
"Then what the hell do you want, lover?"
"You might not go for it."
"Try me. What do you want from Liz?"
"Ass. I want to fuck you in the asshole."
She laughed. "Man, talk about war being a corruptor! A young man goes into the service liking nothing but pussy, and returns hungry for blow-jobs and tight assholes. Daniel, Daniel, what on earth am I going to do with you?"
"Try treating me nice."
She wet her lips. "By letting you stuff your dong up my butt?"
He nodded. "How about it?"
Liz glanced down at his stiff tool. Doubt edged her voice. "I don't know, lover. That's a pretty big hunk of meat for this little girl to take up the old dirt road."
A suggestion of mockery lifted one corner of his expressive mouth. "Well, if you aren't woman enough…"
Liz laughed suddenly. "You raunchy son of a Greek dog, I knew you were going to say that! Not woman enough, eh? I'll show you how much of a woman I am. My asshole is yours – have at it."
"I can't. Not while you're sitting on the sweet thing. Let me see it."
Liz stood up and skinned out of her bikini bottom. Then she thrust her butt towards his face and said, "How's this, lover?"
"Not so good. I don't want to fuck your ass standing up. Get on your hands and knees."
Liz dropped to her all fours. "Better?"
Dan nodded as he melted to his knees and moved into position behind her. He fisted his cock and said harshly, "Ready or not, here comes the Greek."
Liz giggled and thrust her gleaming butt-cheeks back towards his hard-on. A heartbeat later she shivered as he placed both hands on her unmoving hips, and asked, "Ready?"
Breath hissed out of her in a long sigh. "Ready. Just don't hurt me."
"I won't." He tightened his grip on her motionless hips and worked the knob of his cock inside her pouting bung. "I won't."
Liz grunted. And then whimpered like a spanked puppy as he hunched forward and fed her asshole a couple of inches of his throbbing meat.
"Ouch!"
Dan ignored the sweat that ran down into his eyes and hunched forward once more. Gently.
Liz moaned like a sick wind.
He feared hurting her with his awesome cock and withdrew a little from her tight shitter.
"No," Liz said breathlessly, "don't take it out, Daniel. I'm all right. Your juices are starting to oil me. Go ahead. Fuck my ass. Treat me like the bitch you know I am. Ram that big dick of yours all the way in my ass and make my pussy jealous."
"Like this?" Dan asked as he shoved his rod into her butt-tunnel and brought his balls to a rest against the cheeks of her ass.
"Yes, yes!" Liz shrilled. "Oooohhh, that feels so delicious!"
He laughed, froze.
"Don't stop," Liz begged. "Wriggle your prick back and forth. That's it. Make me live. Pour that lovely sausage of yours to my asshole and give me a wild come! Ream me, lover, ream me!"
Dan released his grip on her writhing hips and palmed her tits. He kneaded them while he slapped the pork to her. He fucked her ass good. In and out. Hunching and puffing. Sawing through her butt hole like an insane Greek on a rampage in a boys' reformatory. He didn't miss a stroke. His knees ached and sweat ran down into his eyes to sting and almost blind him, but his cock kept worming in and out of Liz's asshole, and approaching orgasm made him oblivious to everything except his own pleasure.
Liz shuddered. And flirted with a come of her own. Her hips rocked, then went berserk. Her voice lifted. "That's it, lover! Hump me! Grind that meat in my ass and make me climb the wall! Oh, God, that big cock of yours feels like a telephone pole inside of me! I love you, I love your prick! Oh, Jesus, I think I'm gonna come!"
Dan's hands kneaded her boobs and his fingers found and trapped her jutting nipples. He wished he could take her tits in his mouth and suck on them, but in order to do this those boobs of hers would have to be between her shoulder blades, and so he remained content to fondle them and add to her pleasure while doing so.
"I'm getting there," Liz panted as her hips increased their speed and lifted him to new and greater heights of passion. "Faster. Fuck me faster!"
"How's this?"
"Faster!"
Dan tightened his grip on her tits and bucked her ass with his prick. Three strokes later he locked his dick deep in her bowels and groaned, "I'm coming!"
"Oh, sweet Jesus – me, too!"
They both shuddered. And erupted together.
After a minute, Dan backed his withering whang out of her asshole and sat on his heels to watch her. A grin split his face as he saw his sperm ooze from her shitter and splash against the blanket like tears from a one-eyed whore with a bad case of the blues.
Liz came to a kneeling position. More of his jizz ran out of her asshole. She shifted position to face him and grimaced. "You're a creamy old hole-hound, aren't you? Jesus, the way your sperm's gushing out of me, you must have come a gallon!"
She laughed and then she reached for his pants, one leg of which was dangling over the edge of the pool. She wrung it out and crawled over to him. She frowned at his shit-smeared prick and said, "We'd better clean you up a bit, lover."
"Yeah."
She wiped his cock clean, then dipped her head and took his rod in her mouth once more. She sucked him into a hard-on, removed it from between her lips and said, "No reunion would be complete without a pussy nightcap, Daniel. Do your stuff – fuck my cunt."
Liz started to drop to her back. A heartbeat later she scrambled to her feet and said, "Oh, oh!"
Dan blinked. "What?"
Liz snatched up her halter and covered her dancing jugs. "Company's coming." She pointed. "It's Steve. I recognize those wobbly headlights." She picked up her bikini bottom and stepped into it. A laugh ripped out of her.
"The way my luck's been running during these past few hours, I'm not surprised."
She reached down and flicked a finger against his wilted whang. "Cheer up, Daniel. There'll be other nights for me and thee to do our thing."
Dan gathered up his pants and shorts. "Yeah. Guess I'll just have to take a raincheck on your cunt, for the time being."
"Do that."
Dan laughed and crunched his way across the seashell driveway to enter his cabana. He went into the bedroom and found it empty. He went into the living room, got a fifth of rye from the liquor cabinet and carried it back to the bedroom. He drank straight from the bottle. Halfway through it he forgot about Kitten… and all about being mated… or angry.
Drunk, he stretched out on the rumpled bed and stared at the ceiling.
He fell asleep with the overhead light on to betray Liz Trent's lipstick traces on his tired cock.