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An Inspiring Guest
a Story by Varkel


Part 2 of 3

Again Craig awoke, this time to the peerless sensation of a suckling 
mouth and the tickle of Cheryl's shoulder length black hair bouncing on
belly and thighs.  After savoring the sensation for a few seconds, he 
chuckled.

"Hunh?" she inquired nasally.

"I was just thinking how to identify a cocksucker here: you by your 
black hair and Sandra by her ponytail, Tom by his short haircut and Jack
by his bald spot.  Even though the older sisters' hair is the same 
color, Rhoda's is short and Emily's either long or rolled up on her 
head."

She raised her face.  "Couldn't you tell by the shape of the butt?"

"I've yet to see your sisters' butts from this angle."

"Then it was Sandra you stuck this thing in."

"Tasted her, did you?"

"And smelled her.  This room reeks of pussy.  I sniffed it in the hall."

"Sandra and I made out for a good hour."

"I told you she was a hottie."

"Yeah.  You _could've_ told me a little more than that!"

"What do you mean?"

He grunted.  "I almost passed up a good fuck, assuming she was cherry."

"You mean that would've made a difference?"

"With her parents expected back anytime?  You bet."

Cheryl shrugged.  "Apparently you _didn't_ pass it up, lover."

"No, she set me straight."

"Did she tell you about her abortion?"

"Her what?"

Cheryl grinned.  "The cherry ripper knocked her up."

His eyes lost focus.  After a moment he murmured, "It happens."

"Her mother put her on the pill."

"Yes, she told me."  He grinned smugly.  "She told me something else.  
She and Tom watched us fuck in the dunes this morning."

"She --  They _did_?"

"As the explanation for not being surprised when she sucked my cock to a
stand."

"Then I guess they went off to follow our example."

"Maybe, though I got the impression not."

Cheryl's breath fluttered.  She giggled.  "My last boyfriend accused me
of being an exhibitionist."

"Are you?"

"The idea sure turns me on."

She crawled over him and impaled herself on the oversized organ.

He chucked.  "You really are a show off!  You're as wet as I'm hard."

"That's how I am when I'm turned on."  She began to work her hips 
forward and backward over him.  "Ah, god, this sloppy slide was in the 
back of my mind the whole time I had to read that dry budget bullshit.
Your cock is so sweetly filling, lover."

"'_Sweetly_ filling.'  I like that."

"You probably hear it every damn day."

"Not _sweetly_."

She sighed.  "How'm I going to keep you around?  I don't suppose you'd 
marry me.  Or anybody else.  Although I make enough to keep you in high
style."

"Well, that's certainly the best offer I've had all day!"

"Think about it.  You know I wouldn't be jealous of the other pussy 
cats.  Oh, god, lover: I'm coming already."

She went from squeaks in a tight throat to shrill groans that matched 
her rhythm.

He caught her hips and immobilized her.  "Okay, you're a show-off.  But
I'm not."

She shuddered.  "God, Craig, don't stop me!"

"My dear, you're twice as loud as you were last night."

"Because I was tired.  We'd already fucked twice."

"Well, hold it down.  Everybody's listening today."

She sighed heavily and lifted herself off him.  "By now, Craig, you 
ought to know I can't hold it down."  She backed off the bed, stood up 
and crossed her legs.  "Oh god!"

Downstairs a storm door rattled.  Above the bed the curtains shivered.
Jack's voice called, "Pizza's here.  Come and get it while it's warm!"


* * *


Finishing her day of kitchen service, Cheryl stacked the plates and 
silverware in the dishwasher, took up the delivery boxes containing 
pizza scraps and fumbled with the storm door to the back stairs.  Tom, 
oddly attentive during the meal, reached past her, opened the door and 
followed her down the stairs.

She called over her shoulder, "I'd've let you carry this trash out, you
know."

"Ah, ah, I want to talk to you."

The staircase opened onto the open first floor of the cottage, a 
concrete slab studded with support columns for the building above it and
presently serving as the carport for three automobiles.  The sun was 
well set behind the dunes across the road, but the sky was still bright.
Bungee-straps held a large plastic trashcan against an inland-side 
column.  Tom raised its lid for her to dump the pizza boxes.

Wearing the bikini bottom and tank top she had pulled on for supper, she
crossed her arms under her breasts and looked up at the slim lad, half a
head the taller.  "Well, here I am."

"Ah, ah ..."

"And we're alone."  She smiled encouragingly.

"Yes, well ... that is, ah, Aunt Cheryl ..."

"Is it about what you saw this morning?"

He blushed furiously, eyes wide, and turned away with a mumble.

"What'd you say?"

"I ... I was sure you spotted us.  You looked right at us."

She giggled.  "What did you think of when you saw us?"

"Jesus!"

"Surely not!"

"Huh?"

"Did it bother you, Tom?"

He turned to her with an expression of anguish.  "You're my _aunt_, my 
mother's sister!"

She made a dismissive gesture.  "Maybe you'd like to talk things over."

"Could we ... do that?  Where?"

"Hmm.  Do you know anything about the stars, Tom?"

"Well, I can recognize some of the constellations."

"You know, tonight's going to be very clear, just like last night.  A 
lot more stars are visible here than in the city.  How about showing 
them to me when it gets dark?"

"You mean in the dunes?"

"Or on the beach.  We could take a dip."

"I'm not a very good swimmer."

"Well, I am.  Maybe I can demonstrate a stroke or something."

"Oh, wow!"

"I guarantee you'll like my strokes.  A quarter moon followed me down 
here last night.  It should give just enough light.  I plan to take a 
blanket and towel way up the beach after a while.  Why don't you look me
up?"

"Oh, wow!"


* * *


In the main room the whole clan watched the evening news that had been 
recorded during supper.  The three females sat on the carpet before the
TV while Craig and Jack occupied the easy chairs.

Cheryl dropped into Craig's lap and nuzzled his ear.  "I plan to take a
blanket up the beach," she said softly.

He grinned.  "Which I understand to mean you don't need my company."

"Later I will.  What are your plans?"

"Want to hear something odd?  Your older sister has been coming on to me
ever since I waddled downstairs."

Indeed Rhoda sat cross-legged nearby, an elbow on Craig's armrest, 
studiously watching the TV.

Cheryl sniffed.  "'Waddled,' indeed!  Well, I told you all you had to do
was be sympathetic."

"Oh, I'm the soul of sympathy.  Did you know short hair makes a woman 
sexy?"

"Oh yeah?  What'd she say to that?"

"That apparently some men don't think so.  Put rather bitterly, I 
thought."

"Hmm.  Have you heard where Jack took her this afternoon?"

"Not a word."

"Maybe they had a fight."

"I'll bet I find out."

"Lover, give her a good screw.  She deserves one.  But I'm amazed you're
scoring first with Rhoda."

"Don't count your chickens.  _My_ chickens."

"What does Emily say?"

"She hasn't noticed me."

"The hell she hasn't!"


* * *


"Hello, Tom."

"Hi, Aunt Cheryl.  I was hoping it was you."

The woman, reclining on her elbows on a spread-out blanket, chuckled.  
"I was afraid I'd come too far up the strand, but I wanted our talk to 
be really private."

"We're a long way past the national seashore sign."

"But you found me anyway.  That's encouraging!  Come lie beside me and 
let's look at the stars.  Aren't they the brightest you ever saw?"

"It's because there's no haze and no nearby city."

He dropped on the blanket beside her.  A quarter moon rode high in the 
sky over sparkling surf.  He could clearly see the woman's dark eyes, 
nipples and pubic hair.  He gulped, realizing she was nude.

"Ah, this ocean breeze is so wonderful," she proclaimed.  "It keeps the
bugs inland and cools the fevered brow.  You certainly don't need that 
shirt, Tom!"

"I guess not."  He flung it off and weighted it down with a conch shell.
His hands hesitated at the swim trunks.

"Go ahead," she advised.  "You don't need that either."

"Ah, ah ..."

"I've seen cocks, Tom."

"My ... mine's not as big as Craig's."

"Very few are.  But, you know, the human race manages just fine on half
of Craig's."

"_Half_?  It's bigger than that!"

"I understand that most of them aren't much more than half of Craig's, 
at least by volume.  But leave your trunks on if it embarrasses you."

With that he whipped the garment off past his feet and added it under 
the conch shell.  She suppressed a giggle as his body turned noticeably
darker even in the dim light.

Her arm crept around his hip and urged him closer.  "Put your head on my
chest and tell me the stars you know."

He hitched himself around and gingerly let his shoulder down upon her 
belly.  The back of his head sank upon something cool and incredibly 
soft.  His elbow fell naturally into her groin.  Crinkly hair tickled 
the back of his arm.  Her hand crept onto his chest and absently kneaded
a pectoral.

She said, "Those four stars over there that make a big square -- does it
have a name?"

"They're the bowl of the Big Dipper.  Its handle is the three that trail
off to the right."

"Oh, I've heard of the Big Dipper!"  She giggled.  "Some dipper!  It's 
upside down."

"Not if you turn your body south.  The two stars at the end of the bowl
point to the North Star.  It's the dim one down closer to the horizon."

"Oh, I see it.  How fascinating!  You're very firm, Tom."

"Well, it's true.  That _is_ the North Star, or Polaris."

She chuckled.  "I mean your pects."  Her hand descended.  "And your 
abs."

"There's a shooting star," he said too hastily.

"Really?  Guess I wasn't looking in the right place."  Her hand 
descended further.  He twitched involuntarily.  She said  brightly, 
"Here's some more firmness that's very much in the right place.  And 
it's quite nice, my sweet, nothing at all to be asham--  Good heavens, 
how unusual!"

He seemed to draw inward.  His voice was so low she could hardly make 
out his words above the thudding surf.  "I knew you'd think it's 
strange."

"It's not _strange_!  In fact it's perfectly natural.  But you must have
noticed how few cocks are intact.  Do the other boys tease you 
unmercifully?"

He gritted his teeth.  "I don't let them see it."

"How did you manage to preserve your foreskin?"

"My old man's idea."

She laughed softly.

"It's not funny!"

"No, no.  What's funny is --  Tom, your mother is worried that you might
be turning queer."

"What?  I'm not interested in guys, Aunt Cheryl!  Not a bit.  That way."

"But you've never had a girl, have you?"

"N-no."

"Is this foreskin the reason?"

"I ... I ...  The girls know about it."

"They know you're uncircumcised?"

"No.  I mean they know most cocks are bare.  I've heard them talking 
about it in the cafeteria.  I guess the other guys show them."

"I'm sure they do.  Don't you think it's about time you had a girl, 
Tom?"

He held his breath for a moment before exclaiming, "You're my aunt!"

"Forget about that, Tom, because it's not important.  Except on this 
subject your loving aunt might be the best teacher you could find."

She sought his lips.  Instead of turning away he kissed her passionately
and even groped an abundant breast.

"That's more like it, darling," she whispered against his cheek while 
her hand pumped the fiercely erect penis.

"Oh, god!" he cried.

"Slip off me."  She sat up and bent forward above his midsection.  "This
is how girls learn about cocks, bare or not."  Her head plunged to 
engulf him.  With a slurp it began to bob.

"Aunt Cheryl!"

Further slurps blended with the crash of surf.  In less than a minute he
added groans.

"Oh god, oh god, Aunt _Cheryl_!"

Her head froze.  Copious streams spurted into the enclosing mouth.  The
black hair shaded her face, preventing him from seeing what became of 
his outpouring, except for one dollop glistening on her chin when she 
rose up to flop beside him.

Her fingers encircled him.  "Ah, yes, you're still hard!"

She pulled him atop her and guided him to full penetration.  Her hips 
began to roll to match his instinctive thrusts.

"Is it big enough?" he asked desperately.

Her answer was a series of squeaks, shading to rhythmic groans.  These 
were the sounds he had overheard in the dunes, the sounds of her 
ecstatic response to Craig.  Tom smiled hugely as if she had removed a 
heavy weight.  Strengthening his thrusts, he drove her to full 
shuddering climax.  When her voice fell silent, he paused over her, 
still in penetration.  She lay panting, sagging bonelessly.

"Are you all right?" he asked, studying her closed eyes.

They popped open to glitter in the moonlight.  "You sweet little 
aunt-fucker!"  Her hips rolled suggestively.  "Keep going!  Do it 
harder!"

He resumed as directed, but her words, along with his evident prior 
success, precipitated an unexpected second climax of his own.  When the
spasms ceased, he rolled off her to stretch tired muscles but propped up
on his elbows when he felt her mouth on his wet member.

"God, Aunt Cheryl!  What are you doing?"

"Two things: tasting our mixture.  I love it.  And keeping you 
interested."

"Oh, wow!"

She chuckled fondly.  "Have you had enough to begin with?"

"To begin with.  I love you, Aunt Cheryl.  Is it legal for us to get 
married?"

Her smile broadened but she shook her head.  "That's sweet, darling.  I
understand your gratitude.  But you'll have even more fun with Sandra 
once you learn another trick or two."

"What'll she think of my ..."

"Your big, uncut cock?  She'll love it if you make sure it's very clean.
Young girls sometimes object to the odor of smegma."

"They do?"

"I see you know what I mean.  Yes, they do, so make sure it's really 
clean."

"You didn't object."

"Me?  My god, Tom, don't you know by now I love everything that belongs
on a man?"

"I'm beginning to find that out."

He leaned forward.  His mouth fell on the nearer nipple.

"I give you A for initiative.  But kiss lower, darling, and find out 
what the girls really like."


* * *


No one had turned on the room lamps as the daylight failed.  Rhoda rose
on her knees, leaned over the chair arm against Craig's shoulder and 
murmured under the voice of the TV announcer, "I'm about to say I'm 
going to bed, but I'm not."

"No?" he responded, not turning his head.

"I plan to put on my bikini, take a blanket and go down the beach.  
Would you ... be willing ..."

"To swim with you?  I'd enjoy it.  I've sometimes been a swimming 
coach."

He barely heard her retort: "Not to swim."

His head snapped to her.  From a foot away she stared solemnly back at 
him in the flickering light.

She whispered, "If that worries you, it's all right."

"I'm not worried."

"Then I'll look for you in a few minutes."

"Toward the cottages?"

"Yes."

With the chair arm's help, she got to her feet and strolled across the 
room to her husband's chair, where she bent down and spoke quietly.

Jack sat his beer on the floor and looked up at her in evident surprise.
"I thought you'd stick around for _Sylvester_!  He'll be on in ten 
minutes."

"Record it for me," she said distinctly and turned away without looking
at Craig.

"You're not going to bed!" declared Emily, twisting her body around.

"It's been a long day, honey.  See you in the morning."


* * *


Fifteen minutes into _Sylvester_, Craig rose to his feet and stretched.

Emily glanced up with a wry grin.  "Another long day?"

"Well, in fact, but that's not my excuse.  And the show's interesting.
I'll bet the pimp killed her."

"Too obvious.  Stick around and find out."

"Can't.  Got a date."

"Cheryl's waiting for you out there, is she?"

Jack's face turned toward him curiously.

Craig grinned lazily.  "Hasn't Cheryl told you?  We're not the exclusive
kind."

"You're not?"

"She and I met some other folks this morning, people from down the 
beach."  He peered at his wristwatch then glanced across the room.  "How
far away do you guess those cottages are, Jack?"

"The nearest ones?  Pretty close to a mile."

Craig nodded.  "That's what I think too: an easy stroll."

He closed the storm door quietly behind him and skipped down the stairs
to the sand.  A quarter moon stood high in the sky, yielding sufficient
pale light to distinguish land and glistening surf.  A strong breeze 
speckled the black ocean with occasional whitecaps.  The horizon was a 
faint stroke of immense length.

He struck out down the beach toward the sprinkle of distant lights.  
Before long he spotted the dark rectangle of a blanket on the gray sand
and recognized a woman's short hair and heavy-breasted torso propped on
an elbow.

At the edge of her blanket he dropped to a knee.  "Is that a smile of 
welcome?"

"Honestly it's a smile of relief.  I was afraid you wouldn't come.  I 
started smiling when I saw your blond head moving.  It shows up a long 
way."

"I'll remember that.  Why would you fear I wouldn't show?"

She spread her hands.  "I'm old enough to be your mother."

"If you'd born me at 13!  But you're a woman whom age will be slow to 
harm."

"What a nice prophecy!"

"From the evidence, though I've yet to get a good look at your charms, 
just enough to guess they're impressive."

Her eyes glittered.  "Aren't you the smooth one!  You want to see me?"

"Well, I'd prefer a brighter light."

"This is all the light we have."  Hands behind her unhooked the bathing
suit top.  Large breasts tumbled out.  She stood up and stepped out of 
the bottom piece.  Standing straight with arms dangling at her sides, 
she added softly, "If it's too dim, you have hands."

He stood also.  "You're very direct."

She sniffed.  "You mean I'm forward.  Cheryl has been bragging about 
you.  If half of it's true, you aren't put off at all."

He chuckled.  "What did she say?"

"That you ...  God!  I'm standing naked before a strange man, so why do
I still worry about my choice of words?  She said she started by sucking
you off right after you met.  Then you fucked her twice on the way down
here and twice more this morning -- worse than oldtime newlyweds who had
to wait!"

"She wasn't bragging."

"Yes, she was.  You mean she wasn't lying.  Then at supper I noticed how
Sandra pushed up against you.  You fucked her this afternoon, I expect.
No, don't be alarmed that I'm her mother.  She may not have told you, 
but she had to have an abortion last year when she was 14.  No more of 
that, please heaven!  I put her on the pill.  So what if she's underage?
She wants to fuck.  You probably know a lot of girls like her.  I trust
she enjoyed it."

"Too much, I'm afraid."

"Meaning she wants more."

"She threatened to squeal if I don't do her every day."

The woman said dryly, "I trust you reminded her of your other 
commitments."

"She didn't care, even with you included."

"She discussed you and me?  I don't know where she gets such passion, 
such fascination with sex.  Ha!  Cheryl also implied you have a ten-inch
cock.  Show me this wonder of the world, if you don't mind."

He smiled slightly.  "I'm afraid Cheryl did exaggerate there."  He 
stripped off his trunks and stood nude.  "It's nine inches long, 
measured from the pubic pad, and seven around at the, ah, shoulder."

"That's not nine inches."

"Not yet.  I need to admire you a bit more."

"What do you call the shoulder?"

"The swelling right behind the glans."

"I saw that twitch."  She simpered, "Does it know we're talking about 
it?"

"_I_ know it."

"It's actually rising!  Does it stay up?"

"Sure, with a little attention.  You say you don't know where Sandra 
gets her passion?  Often young girls are just waiting for a stimulus."

"Well, I didn't get one at her age and her father ...  God, her father!"

"Does he fail to appreciate you?"

"He fails to keep it up when he sticks it in me!"

"Does he!  Pardon me, my dear, but that's incredible."

"Is it?  I know this light is the most flattering I can find, but I am 
41 years old, soon due for menopause."

"Rubens would have wanted to paint you."  He took the step across the 
blanket and pulled her against him.  His hands stroked her back, cupped
her butt cheeks then spun her around to lift the heavy breasts.  "The 
word for you is luscious."

"Oh, god, Craig!"  One hand reached behind her and found his rising 
manhood.  "This thing _is_ a wonder!" she said breathily.

"I'm curious, Rhoda.  Where did you go this afternoon?"

"I made Jack take me to a motel.  I thought I'd give him one more 
chance.  Sex used to be so good with him.  He was never very adventurous
himself, but at least he bought me a vibrator for ... the other thing."

"One more chance?"

"Before I ... tested elsewhere to see if it was my fault."

"How did he do?"

"I've already told you.  I got him ready and he put it in but ..."

"But it shriveled, eh?  How old is Jack?"

"Fifty.  He's nine years older than I."

"I doubt age is his problem."

"I don't care about his problem, not with this huge thing in my hand!  
Ooo!  _Now_ I believe it's nine inches.  It worries me a little.  Will 
you ... let me be on top?"

"I take it Jack's is smaller."

"Definitely!"

"You can be on top after this."

"What?"

She gasped as his arms at back and knees lifted her off her feet and 
laid her back atop the blanket.  He parted her thighs, knelt between 
them and thrust his tongue into the fragrant womanhood.

"Oh, my god, Craig!  My god!"

He lifted her legs over his shoulders and extended his arms beneath them
to knead the lolling breasts and pinch her nipples.  Her cries became 
incoherent.  His tongue circled from urethra to clitoris.  When her legs
closed on his head, he attacked the swollen button directly until her 
hands pushed his head away.

He unfolded himself upon her.  The large manhood met no difficulty, 
though she screamed as it parted her flesh.  Holding himself at full 
thrust, he caught her butt cheeks and rolled her on top of him.  
Immediately her hips began to slide.  Hands clutched his shoulders, 
suspending her torso above him.  The swinging nipples trailed up and 
down on his chest.

She continued for long minutes, now breathing fast and raggedly.  
Bemusedly he listened as she began moans interspersed with words 
intelligible if not informative.  "Fuck! ...  Fuck me! ...  Oh, god, 
fuck!"

He returned gentle thrusts to her rolling hips, feeling no tension as 
yet.  Her groans and shudders peaked.  She fell carelessly upon him, 
cheek against cheek, panting fiercely.  He stroked her back until she 
quieted.

"You ... licked my pussy."

"Wasn't it a good idea?"

"Oh.  What I mean is thank you so much.  I've only met one other person
who claimed to enjoy it."

"I won't ask who he was."

"Our last babysitter when I was eleven.  She licked us both but I don't
think Emily remembers it."

"But _you_ remember.  Why didn't you ask Jack to do it?"

"Oh, I did.  He said it's dirty.  Which it is."

"Dirty!  Well, I don't think it's dirty."

"I guess you don't.  I loved it, Craig.  Thank you, thank you."

"If you'll slide that sweet pussy up here, I'll do it again."

"That's right: you didn't come."

"But you'll notice it's still erect."

"Oh, god, do I ever notice!"  She hesitated, rising far enough to study
his face.  Hers was in shadow but he could see her glittering eyes.  
"Will you ... do something else awful?"

"Of course."

She giggled.  "You might not want to answer so quickly."

"What do you consider awful, Rhoda?"

"Well, perverted."

He chuckled.  "You know, that's an interesting word.  Humans have the 
imagination to make sex either a boundless pleasure or a disgusting 
evil.  Only dumb animals avoid perversion.  Generally, that is.  Our 
cousins, the monkeys, are known to lick and suck and sodomize each 
other."

"Finally you sound like a schoolteacher.  That last means to put into 
the rectum, doesn't it?

"I thought we were speaking frankly.  It means to fuck up the ass."

"Craig, would you ... fuck me up the ass?"

He took a breath.  "Rhoda, you amaze me."

"I'm sorry.  I'm only trying to strike while the iron is hot -- or firm
in this case."

"And willing, unlike Jack, I gather."

"Are you willing?"

"We ought to start this with you on all-fours.  Did you plan ahead 
enough to bring lubricant?"

"Oh yes."  She got off him and retrieved a small purse from a folded 
towel and a tube from the purse.  To his surprise at her initiative, she
squeezed a line of jelly into her palm and slathered his organ 
liberally.  Another line went deep between her legs.  After wiping her 
hands she returned cap to tube, tube to purse and purse to the towel 
used for wiping, before rolling onto hands and knees, buttocks elevated
in his direction.  She looked over her shoulder and shivered.

"Was it cold?" he asked, dropping to his knees behind her.

"Cold?  It's a mixture of feelings."

"Anticipation, I hope."

"And fear.  Your cock is much wider than my vibrator."

"You've used your vibrator this way, I gather."

"Often.  And fresh cucumbers.  But you're still the largest."

He presented himself near the proper spot.  "This light isn't good 
enough.  You'll have to guide me."

He caught her hips and shoved in vain.  "Relax the sphincter.  Push 
out."

Her hand alternately raised and lowered him.  Suddenly he popped through
the ring.  She gasped.

"Did that hurt?"

"Not hurt.  God, Craig, you're so big!"

"I expect you've shat bigger."

"Not much!"

"Shall we desist?"

"Not on your life!"  Her hips twisted side to side, working back against
him.  He entered deeper and began to thrust gently.  He felt her hand 
jiggling beneath.

"Do it hard," she advised.  "Oh, I wish I had my vibrator!"

"For the pussy?"

"Or, god help me, another man."

He chuckled.  "I don't care what you say, I know where Sandra gets her 
passion."

"Harder, damn it!"

He plunged faster, each thrust sinking to full penetration, thankful for
the breeze that cooled their bodies, continuing while the surf hissed 
and thudded.

She shuddered and moaned.  "Fuck, oh fuck!"  Her head, shoulders and 
breasts sagged against the blanket.  Fingertips were a blur between her
legs.  When she slid forward, letting her hips sag, bonelessly ceasing 
to respond to him, he withdrew and dropped to his side to stroke her 
panting back.

He kissed her shoulder.  "You have them all fooled, don't you?"

"About what?"

"Your interest in sex.  Cheryl likens you to the Puritans."

"She would!  The truth is all three of us love it to one degree or 
another.  We get it from our mother, and Cheryl is the most like her."

He paused then chuckled.

"What?"

"I don't think I ever heard another woman claim her mother was 
passionate.  What caused you to think so?"

"I learned never to speak ill of the dead."

"Is it so ill?"

"Well ... no, it isn't.  Several times I came in to find her kneeling on
the living room floor sucking Daddy's cock."

"Hmm.  Does that imply passion in a woman?"

"When she goes upstairs and their bed creaks for an hour afterwards?"

"It certainly implies willingness.  But what about the common claim that
she merely does it so someone will hold her tenderly?"

"Do you still hear them say that?  I always understood that as an 
attempt to shirk the responsibility."

"Responsibility for what?"

"For what you've been doing to me the last hour or more."  Suddenly she
rolled against him on her back.  "Good god, Craig, _Sylvester_ was 
finished long ago!"

"Didn't you ask Jack to record it?"

"That's not the point!  He'll find I'm not in bed.  And neither are 
you."

"It's okay.  I told him I was coming down the beach to see a woman."

"You did _what_?"

He chuckled.  "From those cottages.  That I met at the Strip this 
morning."

"Oh.  But I'd better get back.  He may think I've drowned."

"Don't you swim?"

"I do, but the ocean's not like your backyard pool.  Will you kiss me 
for luck?"

"More than luck.  You are a marvelous woman, Rhoda Camden, in all 
respects.  Cheryl told me how you met Jack.  Did you really put a condom
on him as your first act?"

"She _told_ you!"  The woman took a deep breath and giggled.  "Would you
believe the very first spot I touched him was his cock?"

"My god, a man with such nerve as that should be able to keep it up 
forever!"

"What nerve?  We had a lot of trouble because it was so _soft_, just a 
roly-poly little thing, limper than a sausage link.  One of the books 
showed a man pumping it up first.  I thought to try that.  Then we got 
the condom rolled on."

"And let him rip your maidenhead with it."

"Well, yes.  We had to prove it worked, didn't we?"

Craig was laughing in admiration.  "Marvelous!  I can certainly 
understand what happened next!"

"He asked me to marry him."

"A proposal you received with a soaking cond--  Did you hear something?"

"We were alone in the librarian's office."

"I mean up the beach."  He rose on an elbow.  "Uh-oh!  We're about to 
have company."

She rolled on her side in the same direction.  After a moment he felt 
her stiffen.  "My god, it's _Jack_!"

"Are you sure?"

"See the moon in his bald spot?  My god, Craig, what are we going to 
do?"

"Lay back, spread your legs, and don't say a word."

"Wh-what?"

He pushed her on her back, caught the edge of the blanket and flipped it
over her head.  It fell about midway of her chest, almost to the lolling
nipples.

"I can't breathe!" she protested.

"Yes, you can.  Turn your head sideways."  He bent down and licked her 
navel.

Again she protested, "That tickles!"

"Not a word!  Here he is."

Craig raised up and called loudly, "What is this, Grand Central 
Station?"

The approaching man loomed up but halted suddenly.  "What do you mean?"
he asked defensively.  "I'm looking for Rhoda."

"That's what I mean.  She was here half an hour ago.  Said she couldn't
sleep, bitched about the beach having the wrong shape for low-tide 
swimming."

"Sounds like her.  She likes to swim.  Where'd she go?"

"Back up the beach.  I reminded her of the sandbar in front of the park.
Emily mentioned it at lunch."

"Up the beach?  I just came down."

"Maybe she was past the cottage before you came out.  Look, Jack, in 
case you hadn't noticed, I'm a bit busy here right now."

"I noticed.  Bare pussy, a charming sight."  He chuckled.  "Are you 
going to introduce me?"

Craig stood up.  "Interesting you should put it that way."

But Jack had discovered another point of interest.  "Good god, man, is 
that a _dick_?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's the biggest one I ever saw outside a porn vid."

"You go around looking at dicks, Jack?"

"Is that one _hard_?"

"It was very recently."

"I'll bet you have a lot of fun with that thing!"

"You'd win."

Jack crept closer, stepping over one of the woman's legs.  "You mind if
I ..."

"What?"

"Touch it -- for luck."

"I might not, but the lady would."

"Huh?  Who is she?"

"Hunh-uh.  That you don't ask.  She already recognized you from last 
year."

"You mean I know her?"

"You might.  She's afraid to find out.  You definitely know her husband.
But you'll be interested to hear this.  Just a minute ago she was 
wanting another man."

The female legs twitched.

Jack frowned.  "Another man?"

"At the same time."

"Oh!  You mean ..."

"Sure.  Take your shorts off, Jack, and sniff this eager pussy."

"Full of your jizz?"

"Not yet.  Between you and Rhoda, I haven't managed a squirt yet.  So 
get going, will you?"

"Sniff, hell!  That's a fine looking bod.  Look at those big tits!  I'm
going to eat her up."

"Just remember, her ass is mine."

"You plan to put that monster in her tiny little asshole?"

"Already did."

"No shit!"

"Well, not that I noticed."

"Ha, ha -- not that you noticed!"  Jack stepped out of his shorts as he
spoke.  "Uncover her face long enough to suck me up.  I won't look."

"You have trouble getting it up, Jack?"

"Sometimes here lately."

"Eating pussy always works for me.  Look here."  Craig dropped to his 
knees and parted the labia.  "See that moisture?  This one tastes 
_good_!"

"God damn, I believe it!"  Jack fell between the widespread legs.  
Slurping sounds arose.  The woman shuddered.  One of her fists clenched
while the other hand went under the blanket to her face.  Nevertheless 
she produced nasal squeaks, though not before her thighs closed on 
Jack's ears.

Craig crouched behind the man but the shadow was too deep.  He groped 
between the male legs, hand moving briefly, and backed away with a grin.
Lying down beside the woman, he caught her hips, pulled them towards him
and rolled them sideways far enough to expose her buttocks cleft.

"What're you doing?" asked Jack, withdrawing a wet face.

"You're ready to fuck," Craig declared, rolling the female hips back 
atop his lower belly.  "So am I."

"You grabbed my dick."

"To see if you like cunt-sucking."

"Then it's my turn.  Let me put it in for you."  Jack's hand closed on 
the poised member.  "God, I can't believe the size of this thing!"

"If you don't mind, let the mystery lady put it in.  She knows where it
goes."

The clenched fist opened and descended between the bodies.  It quivered
when it encountered Jack's hand.  Reluctantly he surrendered the prize,
backed away and bent low to study the process.  With some difficulty the
woman's guiding hand and shifting hips effected the entrance.

Jake said reverently, "God, I didn't think it had a chance!"

Craig grinned.  "You can get anything in a woman when she wants it, even
_your_ dick."

"And she wants it.  I can see her juice shining."  Jack knelt and leaned
forward between the elevated thighs, where the same hand guided him into
the proper passage.

He crowed, "Ah, God, that's sweet!  How do we do this: you pull and I 
push?  Hoo, I feel you!"

They settled into an alternating rhythm.  The female hips rolled 
jerkily.  Nasal squeaks sounded under the blanket almost immediately.

"Hey, she likes it!" noted Jack.

"I told you."

"Whoo-eee, two guys at once!  What a hot number!"

"Don't tell the whole beach."

"Why not?  Bet she'd take it all on."

"How about letting us finish before you start advertising?"

"Um.  I see what you mean.  God, this is good!  Sugar lady, I want you 
to talk to my wife."

Craig asked, "You want your wife to take another man?"

"If she does it along with me."

"Maybe you ought to tell her that."

"Hell, she'd drop me like a hot potato.  She started out the sweetest 
girl you could ever want, but now she only finds fault.  I don't want to
think about _her_.  I want to think about this sweet pussy and your big
dick bouncing up her ass.  Uh, you think she's passed out?"

Craig chuckled.  "The word is _transported_, Jack.  When a woman 
stiffens up like this, she's not passed out, she's passed _in_."

"You mean ... she's coming?"

"Like an express train."

"Should we keep on?"

"Until she calls quit.  If you can."

The woman sighed audibly above the hissing surf and her body fell limp.
The male rhythm continued unabated.  Shortly her heels closed behind 
Jack's hips and the nasal squeaks resumed.

Jack breathed, "My god, she _loves_ it!"

"I understand this is the favorite fantasy of many women."

"I've seen it in porn but never expected to do it."  He sighed.  "And 
now I'm going to come and it'll be over."

"Go ahead."

"Is she on the pill?"

"Who knows?  But she's a married woman."

"Oh.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, god!"

Jack strained into his deepest thrust.  Craig held still.  Rhoda's hips
ceased to roll but quivered in response to each of Jack's grunts.  When 
her legs fell apart, he sagged backward in withdrawal, breathing 
heavily.  Craig resumed a gentle thrusting.

Jack got his feet and pulled on his shorts.  "God, what have I done?"

"Played out one of your own fantasies, I expect."

"Yeah.  Put my life in the hands of two strangers."

"You think so?  I assure you, Jack, you have nothing to fear from me.  
Nor this lady."

After a moment the man said, "I'd like to hear it from her."

"You know why she won't speak.  Hell, she has more reason to fear 
_you_!"

"Fear me?  Why?"

"You think a respectable woman will accuse her Greek sandwich bread when
she was the meat?"

"Oh.  Oh, yeah."

"So count your blessings."

"Yeah.  But ..."

"What?"

"I was never unfaithful before."  He sighed heavily.  "I'll see you in 
the morning."

His body was soon out of sight.  Because of his bowed head not even the
bald spot was visible.

"He's gone," said Craig, throwing off the blanket end.

Rhoda sat up immediately on Craig's belly and squinted up the beach.  
"God, feeling guilty is so like him!  You should've heard him carry on 
when he made me bleed in the library.  You didn't come yet."

"No, but I will shortly.  Lean forward."

She went to all fours.  Doing so broke their connection.  One hand 
reached back and caught his member.  Over her shoulder she asked, "Do 
you mind ... What do you guys call it, sloppy seconds?"

He chuckled.  "Where'd you hear that?"

"I'll confess I listen when Jack plays his porn videos.  Do you mind 
it?"

"Not when I'm about to add my own."

Her hand guided him into the sopping vagina.  "Ooo, what a difference in
every way!"

"How so?"

"Between ass and pussy, between cocks."

"You know, Rhoda, I'm not convinced cock size means that much to women.
Isn't the effect like breast size to men -- almost entirely mental?"

"It could be.  But your big one feels so good!  Fuck me hard."

He began to piston her at full penetration.  She grunted with each 
stroke but soon resumed her typical squeaks.  Her earlier cries of 
"Fuck!  Oh, god, fuck me!" reappeared now that recognition no longer 
inhibited her.  She crossed her legs and pushed back strongly against 
him.  He fell back on his heels and allowed her buttocks, reversed in 
his lap, to do most of the work.  She screamed in climax and sagged 
forward.  He rose on his knees, caught her padded hipbones in his hands
and held his deepest thrust, groaning in ejaculatory relief at last, 
sitting back on his heels when it was over, hands on her hips 
maintaining his penetration.

They held that position for long seconds, both breathing heavily, until
she complained, "My back hurts."

He released her then and backed away.  She sprawled forward on her belly
momentarily before pushing up with her hands and getting tiredly to her
knees, finally to her feet.

"Oh, god!" she said with a sigh.

He rose also.

Her eyes found his.  "I've never had such a night in my life.  If I 
didn't still feel it I wouldn't believe it."

"Feel what?"

"All a-tingle."  Her hand went to her groin.  "You came this time!"

"Yes, thank you."

"It's running down my legs."

"It had a lot of stimulation tonight."

"I guess so."  She sighed.  "I need to get back to the cottage before 
Jack decides I've drowned."

"Let's take a swim.  You need some evidence of it."

She nodded.  They waded out to the point that incoming waves were 
breaking over them, then turned to face inland.

Waiting for the next breaker, she said, "It's like I've been under a 
spell."

"Do you mean recently?"

"Since your cock touched me tonight.  But this cold water ...  lets my 
mind work again."

"Like a cold shower, is it?  I think this is enough evidence."

As the next wave broke they started back.  She said, "I'm thinking what
does it mean?  Jack actually _came_ in me!  He hasn't done that in a 
long time."

"Not in _you_."

"What do you mean?  Of course he did --"

"He thought you were a stranger."

"Yes, I know.  That's my question.  How could he share a strange woman 
with another man and enjoy it so much more than he did alone with me 
this afternoon?"

"I can guess a couple of reasons."

"Tell me."

"People get tired of each other, especially when sex becomes mere duty.
Jack's interest in my dick suggests he wants variety."

"Other men?"

"Maybe.  Something to make sex more interesting.  Like a strange woman 
or one who's a bit kinky."

Chilled by the breeze and snuggling against him as they splashed in the
shallows, she suddenly stiffened.  "My god!  Who's that?"

A plump woman in a one-piece swimsuit stood on their blanket, her hair 
bound back in a chignon.

Rhoda sighed.  "I'm ruined now.  It's Emily and here I am with you 
naked."

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