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Chapter Ten
"Do you think we should have let her go?" Dick asked Bob.
"You mean, could Cindy give us away to New World Order? Nah, she's
just a naive country girl," Bob said. Together he and Dick turned away
from the front door of the cabin. Both glanced at each other's erections.
"A naive country girl with brand new breasts and a tight pussy," Dick
mused. There was a faraway look in his eyes, as of a wife long
remembered.
"Well, let's see what the fellow with the newly grown cock is doing
to our girls," Bob said to Dick. Together they strode back into the
bathroom.
Lori was about to receive a second tribute in her bottom, this one
courtesy of Steve. An enlarged puddle of sperm between Willette's thighs
indicated that Steve had made an offering there, but one that had
apparently done nothing to diminish his sexual prowess. His stamen,
poised to take Lori's butt, appeared as hard as ever.
"Mmm, did your little friend run away?" Willette cooed to Dick and
Bob, admiring their erect cocks. "Some girls just don't have a proper
appreciation of the male member." Dick took the cue and knelt between
Willette's legs.
"I imagine you do?" Dick asked.
"If I don't I'm sure I can be made to," Willette said. She ran a hand
through the hair on Dick's head. He pressed his chest to hers and held her,
savoring the warmth of her nude body. His cockhead butted up against her
labia lips. Their mouths met and kissed. They savored the immanent
joining of their loins.
Steve appeared uncertain as to how to proceed as he held his cock to
Lori's bottom. Bob sensed the boy's unease. Lori glanced back over her
shoulder. "Haven't you ever taken a girl up the butt before?" Bob asked
Steve.
"Uh, yessir, but uh, I've forgot!" Steve said. Lori laughed.
"Sit there on the side of the tub," Bob commanded. "I won't deprive
you of your prize, but I think perhaps you need a lesson in how to use it."
Steve allowed himself to be shunted aside as Bob assumed a position at
Lori's derriere. "Why, there's some cream, down amongst those plants.
Pity Dick didn't see it. Hand it to me, boy!" Steve got the cream and gave
it to Bob. The boy felt slightly awkward as he sat perched on the edge of
the tub. Between himself and Bob there wasn't really enough room for the
two of them. Steve had to twist his legs sideways until his knees butted
against the side of the tub. Between his tightly pressed thighs his cock
and balls bulged up. Steve felt like a little boy being tutored by his father.
Bob quickly greased down his penis. He had the air of an expert.
Then, strumming it a few times with his fingers, he placed it between the
cheeks of Lori's bottom. Both his palms went to Lori's arse cheeks and
yanked them wide. Easily he delved within her rectal depths. He could
feel the remnants of Dick's sperm along the shaft of his cock. With easy
strokes he began pushing himself back and forth in Lori's derriere.
Steve, meanwhile, picked up the bottle of cream. Eagerly he greased
up his own cock as he watched Bob's progress intently. Even after he was
well oiled, however, he kept his hands busy at his dick. Lori managed to
look back over her shoulder and catch a glimpse of Steve's fresh young rod,
gleaming with cream. She frowned. The boy was rubbing himself so
adamantly she feared he might cause himself to spill. Bob, meanwhile,
seemed lost in the pleasure of his wife's chocolate chute. He continued
giving her long strokes with his cock, even, however, as his eyes gazed
blissfully at Steven masturbating.
"I think Steve's got the point now, dear," Lori said to Bob.
"The point?" Bob asked in a faraway voice.
"Yes! I've got the point!" Steve cried, awakened from his own self-
induced reverie. The boy leapt forward and forced himself between Lori
and Bob. The man fell back, cock popping from Lori, surprised at Steve's
assault, yet not feeling reproachful. With a laugh he watched as the eager
Steven captured Lori's derriere between his palms and prised her cheeks
open. Lori's dimpled anus, well lubricated, puckered its mysterious hole.
Steven thrust his buttocks forward like an eager hound. A moment later
and the fox was speared. Bob put a hand to Steve's bottom cheeks and
prised them apart in turn.
"Hey!" Steven cried. Lori, even as she buckled under Steve's
ferocious assault, managed to hiss at Bob to desist. With a laugh Bob
dropped his his thoughts of fucking Steve. His palms dropped from the
boy's ass. Then, with a carefree air of paternal affection, he splashed
water on the boy's bottom as the youth reamed his wife.
After a bit Bob rose from the tub and stepped out. He stood for a
moment admiring Steve and Lori. Steve drew back, his vigorous young
penis becoming partially exposed. It glistened with brown rectal juices.
Suddenly Steve lunged forward, to a scream from Lori. The brunette flung
her hair to and fro, relishing every inch of Steve's onslaught.
Bob walked over to Dick and Willette. They broke from their latest
kiss. Their loins, pressed close together, were still as yet unjoined. Dick
gazed deep into Willette's sky blue eyes.
"Roll over," Dick commanded. "I'd rather go where no man has gone
before...at least today."
"You mean my bottom?" Willette asked with a smile, even as she
assumed a position on her hands and knees. Silently Dick spread her
nether cheeks with his hands.
"Get me some cream or something," Dick commanded Bob. "You seem
better at finding it than I am." Bob strode off to the glassed cabinet. He
returned with a fresh, folded blue towel, which he gallantly tucked
beneath Willette's face. Then he went around behind the bath tub and
returned with a squeeze bottle of cream. He offered to apply its contents
to Dick's penis.
"I think you are gay," Dick snorted. He was about to take the bottle
of salve from Bob's hands when Willette piped up that she wanted to see
Bob grease up Dick's member. She had an excellent view of the males at
her rear by looking into the mirrored glass of a cabinet.
Reluctantly Dick allowed Bob to proceed. With an undeniable zest
Bob squirted a pool of cream into the palm of his hand and then grasped
Dick's penis. Gently he rubbed the salve along the stem of Dick's rod. Now
and then Bob would press down on one of the big veins that throbbed along
the length of Dick's penis, momentarily stopping the flow of blood. With
an air of tenderness, as if easing a horse eager to buck free, Bob smoothed
cream over the crown of Dick's member. Finally, after Dick was
thoroughly greased, Bob turned his fingers to Willette's anus. He anointed
her nether hole with several drops of cream, smoothing it around the
curving skin of her sphincter. Then he drove his pinky inside her, greasing
the walls of her rectum for the first inch or so. He would leave it to
Dick's penis to grease her up the rest of the way.
"All yours," Bob smiled finally to Dick.
"Glad to have my penis back," Dick grunted. He then spread Willette's
cheeks as wide as he could, straining, the tendons in his chest standing
out as he stretched Willette. The blonde cried out at Dick's demanding
grip on her bottom. Dick seemed intent on extracting a bit of revenge on
Willette for her demand that Bob be allowed to fondle his penis. A
moment later Willette was speared, and Dick seemed eager to inflict at
least a little pain with his entry. Willette cried out again and bowed her
head and bit a corner of the rumpled blue towel beneath her. Even as he
strove to make Willette yelp, Dick wondered if she didn't in fact relish his
assault.
Bob, meanwhile, sauntered in front of Willette and squatted down
before her face. Dick, concerned that he might be being too harsh with
Willette, eased back on the intensity of his plunging strokes. Willette
lifted her head and saw Bob's member waggling just inches from her
mouth. Willette extended her tongue. With each stroke of Dick up her
rectum Willette stuck forth her tongue as far as she could. For a moment
Bob merely knelt and admired her sexy invitation. Then he pushed forth
his penis until Willette could just lick his cockhead. Fortunately Bob's
penis had sluiced through the water of the bathtub as a result of Steve's
forcing him from Lori. Otherwise Willette might have found herself not
only titillating Bob's cock but cleaning traces of Lori's shit off it as well.
With gentle pressure Bob pushed his penis down Willette's throat.
Soon the blonde was bobbing on the full length of Bob's rod, even as Dick's
pillaging of her rear made her bounce. Willette's breasts wiggled almost
violently as she was assaulted by the two men. Bob and Dick seemed to
notice the alluring spectacle of Willette's teats at the same moment. The
next thing Willette knew there were four male hands competing for her
two waggling mammaries. Willette felt like a bitch with a litter of
puppies that exceeded the number of her nipples.
A few hours later the men found themselves seated at table. Despite
a hearty breakfast the girls were intent on seeing that they got lunch as
well. "Men need their nourishment," Lori and Willette had insisted. That
their fingers trailed over Dick and Bob's semi-limp members as they spoke
left little doubt what benefit they hoped to achieve from the meal. Steve
didn't need any lunch, if the hardness of one's penis was the intended
consequence. Lori and Willette had taken to referring to Steve as a
"walking dildo," and the description was apt. The boy seemed never far
from an erection. Bob and Dick sat across from each other at the table,
listening jealously, as Willette and Lori giggled in the kitchen. Steve was
poking them with another one of his erections, and the girls had actually
had to take to fending him off.
Willette laughed as Steve prodded her between the cheeks of her
bottom. "Enough, silly!" Willette laughed, swatting Steve's penis away.
She didn't want to get so sore from Steve's constant fucking that she
couldn't entertain Dick's member. Her love still had Cindy flitting through
his mind, and an inability for him to find relief in Willette would only
leave him more time to ponder Cindy. Willette didn't mind if Dick
ultimately treated Cindy to a little fucking, but she didn't want the girl to
become an obsession for him. Now that Dick had let down his guard with
regard to sex, Willette felt the need to watch him closely. A passion, long
pent up, could explode uncontrollably. Willette wanted to make sure Dick
remained focused on her. There was a danger that Dick could go from total
abstinence to a pursuit of every skirt that happened by.
"I guess you feel thoroughly fucked after having both Dick and Bob do
you at the same time," Lori chided Willette over lunch.
Willette giggled and gulped down a bite of her ham sandwich. "It
was okay, but with all these penises here I'm looking forward to getting
really fucked, by all three men at once!" Willette said impishly. "You
wouldn't mind something like that after lunch, would you, Lori? An old
lady like you needs her rest anyway."
"Ha, ha," Lori frowned. "A triple fuck sounds marvelous, but we'll
have a little contest, you and I, to see which of us has the most energy.
The winner gets all three men. The loser gets not only nothing, but has to
kiss and caress her whilst she's being fucked."
"What sort of contest?" Willette asked brightly. She gave her naked
boobies a confident little shake. Bob and Dick's penises, already erect,
nearly screamed with anticipation. Steve, off to one side, seemed to be
surreptitiously rubbing himself.
"A wrestling match," Lori said, touching a finger to one of Willette's
breasts, as if to still it. "No kicking, no pulling hair, and no scratching.
But all the slapping and grabbing you want, provided you don't dig your
nails when you grab."
"I'm game!" Willette said. She leapt up from her chair at table. The
meal was forgotten. Dick and Bob gazed in awe at her lithe nudity. Her
firm, long thighs, flat taut belly (though the first stirrings of motherhood
might even now be there), her slim tawny arms. Willette gave her long
blonde mane a shake. She was a lioness, ready to do battle to see which of
the girls would beard the lions in the den.
Lori stood in turn. Her rich auburn hair spilled back over her
shoulders. Her slumbrous breasts, not freakishly large but nonetheless
extremely impressive, seemed as if they could be flung about as weapons.
Her belly, where even at this moment a baby might be forming, was
smooth. Her hips flared to meet supple thighs that looked, despite their
slimness, to have the strength to put a tight lock on Willette's body.
"We must dress first, dear," Lori said to Willette.
"Dress?" Willette seemed surprised.
"Yes, if we can, anyway. Let's take our money and see if we can find
the rural equivalent of a mall somewhere around here. Steven should be
good for this." Lori beckoned Steven, who rose from his chair. He had a
penis so stiff it looked as if it pained him. His hand dropped away from
his loins as he stood. There was a dollop of pre-cum on the tip of his
cockhead. "Steven dear, you must take us someplace where we can buy
clothes," Lori said.
"Clothes?" Steven asked in a half-grunt. It was as if the boy were
being addressed in a foreign language.
"Yes, you know, clothing?" Lori said, with a slight look of
exasperation on her face. "Remember clothing? Take us someplace where
we can buy some."
"And not bolts of cloth, real clothes. Lingerie and such," Willette
said. "Though not too expensive lingerie. We are, at the moment anyway,
on a limited budget."
Steve grunted his understanding. "Could go over next town," Steve
said.
"The next town?" Lori asked. "You mean Hicksville?"
"Yeah, Hicksville," Steve said. Lori laughed.
"That's its real name?" Lori asked. "Hicksville?"
"Yeah," Steve said, wondering if he should feel insulted. "This here's
Stickton county, our town is Stickton, and over in Moonshine county we
can visit Hicksville. It's about 13 mile from here, as the crow flies."
"Let's go," Lori said, and was by Steve's side, taking him by the arm,
a moment later.
"Hey! Waitaminute!" Bob cried. "I enjoyed the geography lesson, but
what the Hell do you girls need clothes for?"
"To tease you, of course," Lori smirked. "A wrestling match wouldn't
be any good without some lingerie to get ripped off, and the wait will do
you men good anyhow."
"Sure," Dick said. "And you and Willette will hump your way all the
way from here to Hicksville and back again."
"No we won't," Willette piped up. She took Steve's rod in her hand, to
a look of delight from the boy. "Though we may have to give him a blow
job on the way to keep him settled down in the mall."
"Men, we'll need your pants," Lori said matter-of-factly. "I think
Dick's will have dried out by now after his little plunge in the tub. All
gran'pa's other pairs are practically rags."
"The ones we were wearing were practically rags," Bob snorted.
"Still, they don't have air conditioning," Lori commented, picking up
an unwearable pair of pants lying across a windowsill. It had a little hole
in front in its crotch. Lori had stuck her hand inside the pants to pick
them up and now protruded her index finger through the hole in the crotch.
The group broke into laughter. Lori's wiggling finger looked for all the
world like a little dick.
It was not very big as malls go, but then neither was the town that
supported it. Amidst spreading sycamores and tall oaks the strip of shops
lay. The parking lot surrounding it needed a new coat of macadam.
Perhaps if business went bad the lot would be ground up and planted with
corn. The inside of the mall was nothing but a broad sidewalk between
two rows of stores. Above the sidewalk the sky was bright and blue. Here
and there a tree planted in the midst of the sidewalk offered shade. Birds
sang upon its branches.
"Look, there's a Sears!" Lori cried, sounding like Columbus spotting
America. Both girls hustled inside and plunked down their money for the
first decent clothes they could find. They got permission to change in the
dressing rooms from the female sales clerk.
"God, it feels great to be wearing real clothes again!" Willette
gushed as she and Lori exited the Sears store.
"Wild, isn't it?" Lori asked. "Who would ever think we would go so
many days without a stitch to wear?"
The girls strolled down the boulevard between the stores, stopping
for hamburgers and cotton candy. They slurped slurpies and smiled at the
hopeful men who passed, all seemingly eager to get them out of their
clothes once more.
"Well," Lori said finally, in a motherly voice to Willette. "We do have
business, you and I. There's still our little fight to attend to."
"Oh," Willette said. "All that seems so far away now. But I am eager
to get back to see my Dick." Lori laughed. "Well, you know, Dickie,"
Willette continued. "I wonder why I called him Dick? Perhaps it is his
dick I'm really eager to get back to. For all I know that Cindy has returned
and he's reaming her right now!" A forlorn look came to Willette's face.
"Nothing a little lingerie won't solve, dear," Lori said. She took
Willette by the arm and led her further on down the boulevard. "I think
there's a shop down here at the end...I saw a sign...Feminine Notions it was
called."
Feminine Notions looked more like a flower store than a lingerie
store from the outside. Down in the corner of the window, however, a
neatly stenciled sign declared in a puritanical imperative: "No Minors."
Lori and Willette whisked through the front door, smelling victory.
Willette wondered if she might be thought too young to be there. She
hadn't had any I.D. for many days now.
The sales clerk in Feminine Notions was a plump middle aged lady
with bifocals. She gave Willette a thorough inspection with flitting eyes.
Lori saw what the woman was up to and instantly went up to her and began
to engage her in a polite conversation. Soon the woman was distracted
from Willette and busily showing Lori her wares. Beyond the flowers in
the front window the store did indeed contain racks of sexy underwear.
Any man would have gotten a hard on just looking at the stuff. Any 12-
year-old boy would have happily ejaculated over it. Willette tried to
appear as sophisticated as possible as she browsed, though even she had
not seen some of the wilder outfits before. And to think all this could be
found in a place called Hicksville! No wonder these country folk were so
dull and stupid, Willette thought to herself. With outfits like these, the
males and females here might spend their entire lives in the bedroom!
Lori and Willette were short on cash so they each just chose a few
items, plus the de rigueur panties and bras and nylons that no girl feels
safe without. Then they tittered on out of the shop and headed back to
their car. On the way they stopped at Sears again, this time to buy some
pants and shirts for Dick and Bob. The sales clerk asked them if they
wanted to change into the men's clothes on this go round.
Steve was sleeping in the car when they got back. The girls had
brought some handkerchiefs and given the boy two blow jobs on the way to
the mall, the first one parked in the middle of a field and the second one
right down the street from the mall, behind a church. Then they had wiped
up and left Steven right where they wanted him, in the car and available if
they needed him but otherwise out of the way. Except for his fine penis,
Steve was a dullard, and the girls had wanted to explore the environs
without him. Steve was roused from sleep when the engine of the car
coughed to life. Lori encouraged him to go back to sleep, but told him they
would wake him if they suffered a flat or a breakdown. Steve complied
with Lori's request and stretched back out on the rear seat. As he drifted
off to dreamland he murmured his need for another blow job.
"We're back!" Willette cried at the cabin door just before bursting
through. When she did so she nearly fainted. Bob was on all fours on the
rug, with Dick kneeling behind him. Dick's penis was embedded in Bob's
ass.
"Oh, God, that feels so good!" Bob crowed, heaving his hips backward
to match a forward thrust by Dick.
"Dick! Bob! What are you doing?!" Willette cried. Her packages fell
from her hands. Lori and Steve trotted in behind her.
"He is a faggot," Dick grunted. "He begged me to butt fuck him while
you were gone." Dick thrust forward again, then back. "I told him being
gay was O.K. with me as long as it wasn't my butt getting the ramming."
Dick reached down and began stroking Bob's erect penis, milking it. Bob
seemed excited by the sudden intrusion of the girls. And Steve. Bob
looked up at the boy and grinned.
"A fine ass you have," Bob said with a groan of pleasure to Steve.
"Yes, my husband is bi," Lori admitted to a shocked stare from
Willette. Steve seemed about to bolt from the cabin. "He doesn't have
AIDS, though. He was tested just before we were married."
Willette walked over to Dick and knelt down beside him. She eased
his hand off Bob's penis and replaced it with her own. "Dickie, just
because you staved off sex for four whole years doesn't mean you've got to
try everything in two weeks," Lori said in a consoling voice.
"True," Dick said. "But I was aching to cum...and, well, there he was,
spreading his ass cheeks and begging me to fuck him." Willette clasped a
hand around the base of Dick's stamen as he pulled back his cock.
"I don't want you to cum, or Bob," Willette said. She dropped her
hand from Bob's penis.
"Hey!" Bob cried. "Dick, put your hand back there!" Bob pleaded. But
Dick withdrew his penis all the way from Bob's rectum. There was a little
puckered popping sound as Dick's cockhead, glistening with anal juices,
was plucked out.
"You boys have both been very naughty," Willette admonished. She
slapped Dick on the buttocks with her hand, then immediately followed
that with a slap to Bob's rear end. "I want the two of you to go straight
into the bathroom and wash yourselves off in the tub. Then come right
back here. Lori and I are going to have a little entertainment for you."
Lori seemed not displeased with Willette's command, and she picked
up a birch rod lying by the fireplace and handed it to Steve. "Go supervise
the men," Lori said to Steve.
"Forget it!" Steve hollered, refusing to take the birch. "I'm no faggot,
and I don't want to be near none either!"
"Steven," Lori said evenly. "It's not polite to call men faggots. My
husband's just bi, anyway. Bi-sexual, if you know what that means. He
goes to bed with men and women." Steven looked as if he didn't
understand. "Never mind," Lori blustered. "Just take this birch and be very
brave and go supervise the men. When you come back with them, after
they've washed, then Willette and I will each give you another blow job."
"Deal!" Steve crowed. He seized the birch and walked up to Bob and
Dick. Switching them both on their bottoms, he herded them into the
bathroom. Dick cried out to Steve to lay off the birch, but Bob seemed to
enjoy it. Willette called after Steve to lay the birch extra hard on Dick to
punish him for trying to ejaculate.
"The nerve of those men, not waiting for us!" Willette hissed when
Dick and Bob were gone.
"Men have needs," was Lori's only response. She drew forth the
lingerie they had purchased from their shopping bags. "Choose your
outfit," Lori said. Willette put a finger to her chin and contemplated the
various pieces of lingerie.
"I think I'll try a playsuit," Willette said finally.
"Put it on then," Lori admonished. "The men won't be long, I can
assure you."
"Let's hide the rest of the lingerie so we can surprise them with it
later!" Willette suggested.
"Good idea," Lori agreed. "That way Bob won't be tempted to try any
of it on, either." Willette seemed shocked by the remark.
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