Gus Stevens - Love Me, Love My Dog

Amy wore a strange expression, like Mona Lisa getting her gun, I guess you might say. At any rate, it was difficult to read that smile, but there wasn't any mystery about what was turning it on. She was a woman fulfilled, all right, and any more would have split her into two parts, I'm certain.

They began their stroking, but it wasn't very rhythmic because he was in so tightly. There was very little play and I imagined that he would take her insides with him if he were to pull out with any great force. As it turned out, there wasn't much need for moving around, because they both appeared to be on the cliff of a climax within a few seconds.

Amy's smile turned into a happy grin and then she save out a thin, high wail as her rump undulated, rolling against the tile like ocean waves. She was coming hard and strong, for the second time that night, still getting her gun before the cave man went off. She was a hair-trigger woman, all right.

Buddy-boy wasn't left completely behind, however; his balls were swelling until I thought they'd burst through their blue sack and float across the pool. Then he was blasting and Trudy and I could see the shock waves radiate across the water from their shuddering loins.

Together, her legs locked around his hips and behind his back, they came again and again and my envy was growing. It didn't help when Alexander came back and, at the precise moment that Amy was getting her rocks off, licked the back of her neck, obviously aroused. While my wife was still in the middle of her climax, the dog's long red tongue went under her ear and then around to her throat as she lay her head back on the apron.

Christ, if he'd wanted to, he could have French-kissed the woman.

“As they became spent, their bodies sagging so that I began to fear Amy might slip under the surface to a watery but peaceful grave, I became aware that Trudy was more insistent. She had navigated the crack of my bottom and now she was down in the hairs, far below the surface, coming between my legs to pinch the rear base of my balls.

“Ouch,” I whispered, dragging my eyes from the others to look at her.

“That doesn't really hurt, does it?” she purred, her eyes half closed. She was turning it on good, her bouncy boob jabbing my upper arm.

“I can stand it,” I admitted.

“Come on. Let's have some fun of our own. I hate spectator sports.”

Taking my hand she pulled me toward the deep end, and soon it was impossible to walk. We swam quietly, our arms below the surface, occasionally cupping a breast or a cock as we paddled. In a moment we paused under the diving board and Trudy looked up.

“Can you reach the end?”

Working easily, I let my body sink and then I bobbed straight up, pumping strongly, and I got high enough to catch the end of the board with both hands and hold on, bobbing, the water halfway between my hips and knees. We looked down at me, Trudy paddling all the while, seeing that my penis was still straight out. She'd been teasing me ever since we'd left the house a good half hour before and the ache was getting tiresome. I told her so.

“All right, hang on, partner.”

She swam to me, wrapping her arms around my shins and pulling herself up until her face was above my knees. My toes dug into her breasts and I located her nipples, wiggling until she almost fell off with a tickling series of giggles. Working higher, she soon had her face just below my crotch and my organ lay heavily on the top of her head. As she pulled herself up again, it was bent back in dangerous fashion, so she ducked her face to one side.

After staring into its blind eye for a long minute, she looked up at me. “All set?”

“God, yes.”

Across the pool the other two, Buddy and my ever-loving wife, were looking on, like spectators at Wimbledon.

Trudy Pipp pursed her red lips and kissed me on the head of my cock.

It was a glorious sensation, reminding me of the night we'd met, when she'd given me a similar courtesy, and I hoped she would linger at her task longer this time. The nerves were jumping for joy from north to south and from the Maine of my head to the California of my big toes.

“Welcome, welcome,” I breathed.

The pretty blonde smiled like an angel, but she would never win her wings in heaven, until creatures of the new morality were to be allowed through the gates. “Ah, so you like me again.”

“I like you still.”

She looked back. “Do you mind, Mrs. Brady?” Gad, such consideration.

“Would it matter if I did?” my wife called, her arm draped around Buddy's shoulders. His hand was coming out of her armpit to cup a breast in his long fingers.

“No,” I called, interrupting the conversation. Then hissing to Trudy, I continued, “Cool it with them and get going, please. Otherwise I'll make a hell of a mess before anybody's ready.”

“Okay, bwana.”

She kissed me again, her rosy lips full and warm on my head, sending out their tingling message once again. My groin ached as I pumped every available dram of blood into my penis, making it strain to burst from its stretched skin. My balls were terribly anxious to unload and I was having trouble keeping them from disobeying orders.

“Ah…”

Her lips parted and slid over the tip of my head, allowing it inside to rub across her front teeth. Such a joy to feel those little hard posts bump in and out of the slit at my very foremost part. Then the teeth were moving and my head went farther inside, but she checked me, biting down, her grip holding my straining flesh until I feared I would go off before she got me seated.

Trudy was an expert, and she let go, pausing until I was able to cool a bit. Then she took me again, popping the entire head inside for the next thrill. There it was, the rasping tip of her tongue, darting across my knob, sending a code of ecstasy darting into my guts so that I wanted to dump everything and take my profits at once. But she prevailed on me to hold out a little longer.

I tried, but it wasn't easy. Then something was happening over my head. The board was bobbing and, for a moment, I feared that the others were coming out for an overhead view. But Buddy and Amy were still feeling one another up at the far end of the pool.

Something was making my fingers wet and they began to slip. Alexander! That damned dog stuck his head over the end of the plank and then went back to tickling my hands. They were losing their grip and I called on Trudy to hurry up.

She obliged, taking me all the way into her throat, ramming her head forward like a woodpecker, so that I feared she would choke. But she was a strong girl and her throat muscles sucked on my penis, pulling it until it was wedged halfway down the route leading to her stomach.

“I'm letting go,” I cried, and I meant it in more ways than one.

She clutched my legs in a bear hug, holding on for dear life, as my fingers slipped and we thundered into the water. In the same instant I began to come, my penis convulsing, sending shock waves along its length and then shooting gay sperm into her belly.

We were below the surface, bumping lazily along the bottom, my hips jerking, her throat taking every drop as I continued to expend myself totally. This time I gave her every available drop, holding back nothing, until I knew it would be some time before I could tip up my tank once again. It was raw oysters and milkshakes for this boy for a few days.

I continued to give her a few more stiff jolts before it was over. Just in time, I pushed off from the bottom and we broke the surface, our bodies parting as we floated on our backs, gasping for air. Faint applause came to our ears and we waved to the audience before going back to our rest period.

I looked over at Trudy, seeing her breasts breaking the surface like twin conning towers, the nipples her red radar warning system. Most women would have gone soft and deflated after such exertion, but my blonde bombshell was as perky as ever, her body seemingly ready for anything else I might be able to manage — which couldn't be much, I assure you.