Lee Ryder: Rearend raptures

"Not so many as they like to," he said.

Just then a husky male voice called out, "Hey, Jerry, what'd you catch up there?"

Thevoice belonged to Stan Dutch, one of the most obnoxious owners of the pool.

Whenever a good looking woman joined one of the lifeguards, even if it was his sister, Stan would come around and brag about his boat and the club and how he was a selfmade man. He might havebeen self-made, but the people who worked for him considered that he would have been better off made by someone else.

"Jerry, my boy," said Stan, stepping onto the platform after his climb up the ladder, "how are you doing?"

Jerry didn't give two seconds to Stan. He didn't want the snake moving in on Dawn. "Hey, Stan," he said "what say you cover for me for five minutes and let me show Dawn around?"

Stan was temporarily dumbfounded. He only wanted to get a look at the lovely beauty. "Oh, yeah, sure," he said. "Why not?"

"Thanks," said Jerry. "I appreciate it." Jerry took Dawn by the hand and;ed her into the small room behind the viewing platform. He shut the door behind them and latched it so that nobody could get in. Then he pulled the blinds.

Dawn had temporarily busied herself in looking around the small club house.

"Is this your girlfriend?" she asked, pointing to a picture of Jerry and another woman.

"Just a friend," he said, sliding up next to her to look at the photograph.

"And not nearly so pretty as you."

She gave him a good view of her finely carved white choppers. "Why thank you," she said. He slid his hand along the lovely small of her back, and from there down the side of her leg and onto one crisp bun. "I kind of like you," he said.

"And I you," said Dawn. She turned, faced him, brushed her lips against his and moved to the other wall. "Who's this?" she asked.

Jerry followed after her. When he saw the picture he decided to stop talking.

He took her by the arm and swung her around. She grinned her inimitable smile and let him kiss her. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled Dawn close.

Her legs wrapped slowly but surely around his muscular thigh. One hand drifted down the back of his trunks and between the fold of his ass. He followed suit, down the thin strap of her bikini pants. Her butt folded open, as though she had muscles in each cheek. He stroked the cleavage there and landed one digit at the entrance to the delicate hole.

"I think we both know what we're all about," she said. She used her free hand to tug his shorts off altogether. They slid down to above his knees and his exposed member rubbed at the inside of her legs. She took it with her hand and jerked on the head. Her other hand still played lightly between his asscheeks.

"Yeah," he said. "I want to know more about what you're all about though."

She squeezed his balls and he pulled the bottom strap of her swim suit off. It unbuckled on the side and flopped down on the floor. For the sake of form he undid her long strap, too. Her big breasts fell softly down. Ripe nipples sprung to attention and Jerry couldn't resist giving the big dark spots a fine wet kiss.

"Mmmm." She took her hand off his balls and added a little extra stimulation to his back side. "I'll ream you."

He slid his hand up and down her loins and then lay down on the cot. She fell to her knees between the backs of his legs and dropped her head down to his hairy ass. With both hands she rubbed the asscheeks and supplied a gorgeous long tongue to the crease between them. "Yeah, baby," he moaned. "Do it to me."

She made one long stroke up the crease and when it came time to go the other direction she stopped over the target. "Here you go," she said. "This is for saving my life. For getting me out of deep, deep water." She dropped her tongue into his bunghole. He squirmed up onto his hands and knees and she reached both hands between his legs. Balanced with her tongue in his asshole and her hands under his belly, working his cock and his balls. Dawn gave Jerry one of the nicest reams his hairy asshole had ever had. When she came up for air, she brought both hands to the cheeks of his ass and kneaded the soft flesh there.

"Aaaaaah." Jerry turned over. "How about something like that up front?"

She dropped her large melon-like breasts onto either side of his dick. One slid along one side of the shaft and the other tit slid along the other side. "You know," she said, working her way up and down his dick, "if I get you hard I want to pull all that potential energy to good use."

"I get the point, sweetheart," he said. "And where would you like me to spend all that potential energy? Or would you rather I guessed?"

She smiled, again the mysterious and somehow telling smile, and took his prick between her soft lips. She ran the mushroom head sideways along her face. Her lips kissed the satin skin on the head of his dick. He smiled, happy to see a beautiful face at work on him.

"This is a big prick," she said. "Do you have anything around here that might make it very, very slippery?"

"Yeah," he said. "Lay down."

She followed the command. She lay down with her knees bent up and spread the lips of her vagina for him. He plowed her open even wider with his hands. Her legs stretched back and away like a frog's. He found her hole wet and narrow, juicing. She contracted as his tongue slid down along the entrance. When she opened he located her clitoris and took it between his lips. She was hard and ready. He tongued her vagina and her clit until a steady stream of ease juice oozed down the lips of her cunt. When he had what he though might be enough, he slid his hand along the bottom channel and followed the stream down between the balls of her ass and up into the entrance of her shit canyon. She wiggled her buttocks apart, giving him room to move in. He took one finger and spread the delicate cheeks apart. Even as she lay on her back he could see the fine narrow hole leading the her bowels.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Whenever you are!" said Dawn. "Besides, would it make any difference if I said 'no?"

"Probably not," he admitted.

She turned over without asking. And without his asking she went up onto her hands and knees. And she did one other thing without his asking, she told him to fuck her very hard because she loved a long hot cock steaming in her asshole.

He spit on his hands and wet down his cock. Then he drew out another fingerful of her heavenly clit juice and spread some of it on his dick and some of it on her asshole crack. When he was ready he plyed her buns open and took a good long look at her eyeball-like iris muscle. It was creamy and circular. Strands of smooth muscle could be seen making up the sphincter. She was clean as a whistle except for the juice he applied.

"You waiting for something? she asked.

"No, babe. Just checking out the action." He put one finger into the lubricated breach. The digit slid forward, down.

"Ooooooh, nice."

"Just a taste," he said. "Smile."

With that he lifted his cock to the empty fold and slid the shaft between her buttocks. For the moment,his mushroom head extended upwards and hung out, hovered, like a fishing pole, over her spine. But in one clean stroke he slid down and shot forward, at just the right angle, between the slippery insides of her buttocks and into the curled iris muscle.

"Ooooooh, God," she writhed. "It's in!"

"Some of it," he corrected her. "Some of it." He lunged forward. His cock shaft jammed her shithole full of meat.

"Uuuuumph," she said. She grabbed a wooden bar in front of her that ran the length of the clubhouse. "Go the distance," she said in a wispy voice. "All the way."

"Who was stopping?" he asked. He plunged his hard penis forward. His hips smacked against her cheeks. The meaty pole disappeared in Dawn's asshole.