"Oh," said Carla, "that's much better. Thanks, Susan. You weren't kidding about him were you?"
"Nope," said Susan. "He's really amazing isn't he?"
"Amazing isn't the word," said Carla. She scratched her twat and looked up at Susan. "You know, you didn't get much out of all of that."
"That's o.k.," said Susan. "I don't think I want to risk his irrational passions today."
"What about mine?" said Carla. "Just for old time's sake?"
"Really," said Susan. "Would you want to?"
"Yeah, sure, shy not?" The Carla cast a fearful look in the direction of the resting surfer, Nick. "But not in here. I don't want to be around when super prick wakes up."
"In the livingroom," said Susan, easing herself off the bed. She stopped at the nightstand and pulled out a plastic electric dildo. "I'll bring this just in case."
"Good," said Carla. "As far as lubricant in concerned, I've got plenty of that right here." She slid a finger down into her twat channel.
"Me, too," said Susan Bender. "Forward with vigor." She put a clenched fist into the air and led the way to the livingroom.
"How do you want me to do it?" as Carla. "First with my tongue."
"That would be swell," said Susan.
Carla leaned between Susan's self-spread cheeks. She slid her tongue up and down the groove. "Aaaaah," creamed Susan Bender. "That's the kind of soft treatment that I can't refuse." Her hips wandered left and right, this way and that.
Carla pumped the tip of her mouth muscle into the begging anal hole. "Mmmm," she hummed. "Yum, yum, yum."
Susan blurted out, "That's delicious!" She wagged her fanny. Carla spread the flopping cheeks with her smooth graceful hands. With Susan's buttocks splayed open, Carla could provide enough tongue to satisfy a horse's asshole. "Yee, Gods," cried Susan, "that's a prick in itself."
"Yeah," grunted Carla, "My tongue comes in handy every now and then."
When Susan's cunt-like bunghole had received so much stimulation that she was close to orgasm, Carla picked up the electric prick and slid it down, into her own pussy. When the head of the device whirred smoothly and was covered with her own clit juice, she lifted it to Susan's asscrease. "Here you, So," she said. "Just a hint of what's to come."
The vibrating penis shook the floppy buns like a mixer. Rolls and tremors passed along Sue's stimulated asscheeks. "Ooooooh. Nice." Carla worked carefully to make sure she applied the dildo just the way she'd like to have it worked on her own ass. She held the point above the asshole muscle between Sue's creamy buns. Slowly but sure she applied more and more pressure.
"Mmmmmm. Give em a little more," said Sue. She was on her hands and knees. She rocked her butt backwards and the dildo slid forward into her naked asshole.
"You look so prettylike that," commentedCarla, flashing the dildo deeper and closer to the circle of ass meat muscle.
"Carla," gasped Susan, "do me a favor, will ya?"
"Sure, anything."
"Rub my clit."
Carla reached a quick hand around Sue's waist and came up inside her twat channel. She located the obvious clit meat. It was stout and twitching. She sandwiched the meaty piece of sensitized flesh between her knowing thumb and index finger. She tugged lightly and then worked miniature circles around the base of the thing. Soon Susan was juicing so profusely that Carla's hand was covered with fresh wet ease juice.
"Rub harder," said Susan. "And give me more of the prick."
Carla followed the orders. She slid the dildo down into the sphincter muscle.
"Perfect," moaned Susan. "It's gonna be a biggie." She swung her backwards, onto the plug of the plastic cock, and stuffed her asshole with th vibrator.
Her hips jammed left and right and no amount of sword-like penis could have given her any better thrill. She gyrated and ground her pussy hard against Carla's pressing fingers. "Uuuuumph."
"You're coming," said Carla. "I can feel it, all the juice."
"Yyyyyyeeeeesssss," moaned Susan. She fell off and away from dildo and Carla's hand. She lay in a king of fetal position, curled up and shaking with sexual energy. "It's so nice." She was in orgasmic heaven.
Carla leaned down to Susan's asshole and slid her tongue down the asscrease, licking out the last vestiges of hollowness. She made sure that as Susan floated down from the terrific high of coming that she was in a pleasant state of mind.
"Oooooh," said susan, running her hand through Carla's long hair, "that was so nice!"
"Really," said Carla. "Much better than talking about old boyfriends and husbands."
"For sure," said Susan. But in the back of her mind she wondered what would happen that night when she hat to meet up with Jack. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other. She knew what she wanted from him and she wondered if he should be willing to supply it, He was, after all, the same husband who six months before had refused her his golden rod up her asshole.
She wondered if perhaps he's changed.
Chapter 8
JackBenderwatchedDawnfinishwashing. Her long-legged, angled body filled his eyes with beauty. His heart beat rapidly. He was filled with feelings of lust even though he'd only just finished showering Dawn's asshole with violent affection.
He came up alongside her, looked at her deep strange smile and said; "I know it was tough on you, but I had to do that."
"I liked it," she said. Again she smiled her intriguing look. "I don't do things that I don't like," she said. she stood up from the brook and started across.
Jack followed her slender asscrack across the water. She led the way back to the center of the enclave. "You know," she whispered to him, "all these nude people her… it drives me crazy!"
I know," said Jack. "You want to fuck everybody, right?"
"Yes," said Dawn in a wispy voice. "Each and every one of them." suddenly, from behind a nearby hedge, the tall blond who Dawn had called 'cute' appeared.
"That man there," she said to Jack. "Would you mind if I went off with him?"
"No," said Jack. "Don't forget' If he doesn't want to, he'll say so."
"I'll make him want to," she said. She went lightly after the blond stranger.
Jack followed from a distance. He wanted to see what kind of luck Dawn had in her first approach with a stranger at Sandy Cliff. she caught up with handsome fellow as he was nearing the pool. "Pardon me," she said, "I'm new here. Really just a guest."
"Oh," said the blond, his eyes flashing as he took in Dawn's long form and lovely nude body. "You're quite beautiful."
Dawn blushed and even through her deep tan the crimson showed. "Thank you," she said. She looked around. "I guess I'm just not used to all the upfrontness around her."
"I know," said the blond man. "It takes a while." He extended his hand. "My name is Larry. What's yours?"
"Dawn," she said, giving him her soft palm.
"Glad to me you," he said. "I hope you enjoy your stay her at Sandy Cliff." He started away, but Dawn tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and took a long look at her lovely smile and full chest. Her nipples stuck high in the air, leading the way. Her face was filled with crimson. She had something to say and he knew it. "Yes?"
"I, ah, well, I just wanted to know-"
"You have to ask, you know," said Larry. "It's the Sandy Cliff philosophy."
"Yes," she said. "I will. She hesitated and then blurted out: "Will you ball me?"
"I'm not only flattered that you've asked," said Larry with a glint in his eye,
"but I'd be happy to."
Dawn exhaled a long and uneasy breath. "Phew, that's over and I'm glad."
"You'll get used to asking," said Larry. He took her by the crook in her arm and led her down a winding path, away from the pool and the sunbathers.