Harriet Daimler - Darling

" Well how in Christ' s name did I know you were going to grab someone behind you?"

" Can' t you ever sit down… I mean just sit down on the side and watch something? Do you always have to be in the middle of all the noise, in the middle of my goddamn world!"

" I never see you on the sideline," she retorted. And they stood glaring at each other.

They turned to the leader in unison. " We don' t have to, do we? I mean, for crying out loud, we' re married. Can' t you make another rule, or give us another chance?"

The leader turned, for his answer, to the crowd.

They shouted, " THEY FUCK!"

" Okay, Paula, do your tricks," the high priest ordered.

" Oh, come off it," she pleaded in alarm.

" Look at your husband, Madame," he advised.

There stood Henry. His hopeful immense erection had wilted like a sick plant on his leg.

" Husbands and wives shouldn' t have to play. They certainly shouldn' t have to fuck."

" Hey, Paula," someone in the crowd shouted vulgarly, " Can' t you even make your husband hot?"

" Sure I can," she retorted. " It' s just such an effort." Then she decided to play the game.

Her husband said, " Get on your knees in front of me and suck me. Shut up for two minutes."

Paula knelt in the sand, her head level with her husband' s lax prick. She picked it up, fingering it critically and sighed, " Ain' t I just too lucky."

From above her head, Henry reached back his arm and struck her brutally on the back of her neck. The girl glared back, shaken. Then she exposed her darting tongue and began to lick him on his inner thighs and on the two balls that hung beneath his tapered frightened prick.

Gloria could clearly see the pink tongue outlining a circle around his maleness. Henry' s rod, with ageless response, trembled and started its urgent ascent.

Paula' s head moved busily at his hips, undulating before him. He looked down at her bowed head and his prick took an important leap.

She at last took his cock in her mouth and sucked it eagerly, palming his sperm- packed sacs. The shaft disappeared completely into her mouth. Her teeth were nipping it gently and Henry groaned. She seemed intent and lost in her task.

Gloria' s mouth felt dry and jealous, her tongue unconsciously repeating Paula' s devotions.

Henry crushed his wife' s head against him and moaned, " That' s wonderful darling; that' s wonderful darling."

Paula, intent on his now- rigid cock, could not lift her head to deflate his pleasure.

Then Henry pushed her away from him and said, " Get on your hands and knees with your back to me."

" What?" she exclaimed.

His face was livid with his passion and the reflection of the flowing fire. " Go ahead… you heard me."

" You wouldn' t dare do this to me in private," she complained.

He hit her again and she fell to her flat palms, lifting her bottom to his scrutiny. Now he bent his head to her hair- cushioned vault. From behind her, he pulled her legs apart and sniffed his head closer. She looked like a chicken, wings pulled apart, being searched for the white meat. His rod was sailing ponderously before him.

Paula' s hair matted the sand. She was not prepared for the violent push into her cunt, and screamed out. But he was having her at last in the position her arrogance denied.

Gloria watched the huge white prick sucking in and out of the quicksand hole. As big as it got, the elastic receptacle could absorb more.

Henry' s chin dug high into his wife' s shoulder and he rocked violently against her.

Gloria' s vagina burned with sympathy and envy. She reached down and rubbed some sand against the inflamed membrane.

The husband and wife were oblivious to the panting faces around them. They riveted against each other for completion, moving frantically and often dropping to the sand. His entire prick could not be seen now, only the hair- planted root.

" Come," he urged her. " Come, baby, come."

" Yes, yes, yes, yes." Her body twitched, planted awkwardly in the sand. At her first automatic reflex, Henry quickened and deepened his thrusts, until he geysered into her. She fell to the ground and he sprawled on top the shaking form, covering her with his long, thinbearded body. The audience was silent.

When she could finally speak, Paula said, " We should do this more often in public. You really improve." And they hated each other again.

The crowd burst out its enthusiasm. " The next blind man – hurry, pick somebody."

" Paula," the leader announced, " in the best tradition of blind man' s bluff, will now be the blind man."

" That' s not fair," a girl exclaimed. " She' ll get fucked twice."

" No alarm, kitten," he soothed. " We all get it twice."

" Well," a girl next to Gloria whispered, " I think it' s just as much of a kick to watch." Gloria looked at her as if she were insane.

" Don' t you think so?" the girl questioned.

" No, I don' t," Gloria replied flatly.

Paula stood naked, the bandage over her eyes. Her squat body rotated in circles. She held her arms before her, searching for a victim. Her husband lay spent and curious in a far corner of the circle. Paula stumbled blindly, and reached down to a motionless figure on the sand.

" You are my victim," she announced.

A very drunk boy was picked. He looked up at her and said, " Baby, we are all your victims."

The high priest removed Paula' s blindfold, and she studied her to- be lover.

" Jenkins!" she squealed with joy in her voice. " I knew I' d catch you someday."

" Someday!" the girl next to Gloria echoed. " Christ, she' s been surer than guided missiles at getting Jenkins."

Jenkins weaved out toward the center of the group. He could not stand upright for too long. He had a substantial erection that did not seem to interest him at all.

" Stimulate me," Paula demanded.

" The day you need stimulation, kid," he told her " I might get a little stimulated." He hiccupped his boredom and drunkenness.

Then, with a flying lunge, he caught her by the knees and knocked her sprawling on the sand. Without pause or caress, he pried open her vagina, getting his cock in with one precise gesture. The girl moaned. Jenkins pulled her legs tight around his hips and raised her body till she was propped on her head and shoulders. He methodically and ruthlessly pumped her. Gloria could see the juices dampening the bed of sand under Paula' s bottom. Her husband, still in his corner, watched them with hot eyes.

Jenkins shot in and out of her, treating her like an accidental depression in the sand. The girl writhed under his pounding, screaming his name with abandoned adoration. Up and down he went, and from behind them, Gloria could see his tossing ass and then a glimpse of his knocking balls and the thick wet rod that he threw into her. With each push, Gloria could feel her teeth shake in her head. She was rubbing her starved clitoris to the boy' s masterful rhythm.

Paula shuddered, her legs and arms flung out with the gesture of a wounded deer. The boy pulled out of her at that instant, and with a drunken laugh, freed his sperm in a curved fountain onto her quivering stomach.

" No babies today," he roared. " Just some old- fashioned sanitary fucking."

The girl was still on the sand. Her husband studied her with contempt. She dragged herself quietly to a darkened area. Far from the fire, they heard her whimpering.

Jenkins couldn' t get up to be blindfolded. He stretched out, not fully conscious. But according to the rules, the high priest bandaged him and demanded that he choose a victim. The boy tried to stagger to his feet, and they all laughed watching him. A few of the viewers ran about him. Gloria sat motionless on the sand, hugging her knees and exposing the ridges of her wet flesh. Jenkins tripped over the blond girl who had stared at Gloria when Gloria had removed her clothes.