Ginger Craft - Overripe

"My God!" she groaned. "I think… I think I'll… come! I think I'll come this way! Ohhhh, yes… I know I will! Unh… unh! Fuck my ass! Ooooo, shove that big cock in my ass. Oh, God… it feels like my asshole is on fire, but such a delicious fire! Oh, shit! Fuck me… fuck me! Ahhhhh… Ohhhhh!"

The man struggled to keep a rhythm with her gyrating ass. She was bobbing and swaying and wiggling so much, he had a hell of a time staying with her. Having his cock up a tight female ass was his specific manner of pleasure, and girls who would let him screw them this way were far and few between. Julie was one of the best, he felt. She was a girl who would not only take his enormous prick in her asshole, but plead for more. As he fucked her, he wished, vaguely, that there were some way to keep her, to meet her again and again. But he instinctively knew Julie wasn't the type of girl who would ever stay with one man, no matter how much pleasure he could give her. She was a girl who flitted from man to man, from pleasure to pleasure, like a golden butterfly seeking new flowers.

Soft, moist, slapping sounds drifted from their bodies, her ass banging softly into his swaying balls and stomach. It seemed to him that she tightened her asshole even more about his cock as he withdrew, relaxing it as he drove swiftly back in.

Julie was doing that, but it wasn't by any conscious effort on her part. Her mind and body were so attuned to sensual perversity, things like that were automatic for her. She could feel each ridge, each groove, each beat of the hot blood in his cock as it began to race frantically in and out of her ass. But he wasn't fast enough to leave her behind. Her cunt felt as though it would explode from the agonized pleasure of it, and her hands dug a deep hole above her head in the sand.

And then Julie climbed the peak and soared.

"Ohhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm burst. "Oh… unh… ahhhh! I'm coming! Oh, goddamn! Am I ever coming! Oh, oh, oh!"

Her orgasm caused the muscles of her asshole to clench his stabbing prick, tighter than ever before. The man gritted his teeth, his eyes rolling back in his head, and slammed powerfully into her asshole, then shot thick semen far into her bowels.

Julie, murmuring and whimpering with blind pleasure, sprawled into the sand, the man's body following her down. She was shaking violently, her eyes closed, a smile fluttering about her mouth. Her hands clamped sand, and she felt the man's cock drain up her ass.

"You bastard!"

The shout startled them.

The man yanked his cock from Julie's asshole and stood up quickly. Julie rolled over lazily, and looked upon the rock formation. A woman was standing there in a one-piece bathing suit. She was fat, with blubber bunching and falling everywhere.

Julie looked curiously at the woman. "You know her?" she asked the man, unconcerned about their nakedness.

"My God!" the man said, fear on his face. "It's my wife!"

"Your… wife?" Julie asked, looking at the fat woman again. Then she started to laugh. "No wonder you liked me!" she said. "That is undoubtedly the most gross female I have ever seen."

The woman heard the remarks. "You slut!" she screamed down at them. "You fucking bitch! That's my husband you're diddling!"

Julie smiled languidly. "And a mighty fine diddler he is, too."

The man was getting hurriedly into his trunks. Julie looked from the woman to the man. They certainly weren't a couple she would have matched up. He wasn't at all bad-looking, but that woman! My God!

"You get your fucking ass up here, you son of a bitch!" the woman screeched at her frightened husband. "I'm going to kick your balls right up to your cocksucking throat."

"Now, darling," the man whined. "Let's don't be rash. Please, baby… it couldn't be… I mean, she forced me."

Julie laughed harder and louder. What a big goddamn fraidy cat, she thought. He didn't look like a coward, but there were stranger things in this world.

"Sure she forced you," the woman sneered at her husband, her hands on flabby hips, legs somewhat parted. Julie could see black hairs growing all over the woman's thighs, and there was a suspicious shadow on her upper lip. "They all force you! You motherfucker, wait until I get your cocksucking ass home!"

Julie was almost doubled up with laughter.

"What are you laughing about, you little bitch?" the woman shouted at Julie. "Did his funny little pee-pee tickle you that much?"

"I don't believe it!" Julie gasped, still laughing. "I just don't believe it!"

"Cunt!" the woman spat. "Fucking cocksucking cunt!"

The man had somehow gotten his trunks back on, and he was walking warily up the rocks toward his wife.

Mischievously, Julie spread her legs wide, then the lips of her pussy. She called after the man: "Don't forget, darling… you're to call me tomorrow. I can hardly wait to have your cock up my asshole again!"

The woman sputtered, then stammered in anger, unable to find words to fling down. Finally, she screamed: "Floozy!"

Julie went into peals of laughter. "Floozy! Oh, that's delicious! I haven't heard that one in ages."

"Tramp!"

"Beautiful! Fantastic vocabulary. Anymore?" Julie laughed, still fondling her pussy unashamedly.

But the woman was livid with anger and couldn't find any more words. She grabbed her husband by his upper arm and flung him ahead of her, placing the toes of her right foot directly into his ass.

Julie's homecoming was filled with excitement. She had been gone over nine months, and the first question her mother asked was why had she not come home over the holidays. Julie gave her the story she had decided on about spending the time in the high Sierras with friends, and her mother accepted it without question.

That was one thing she liked about her mother; she always accepted any explanation given without question. Usually, there was never any reason to lie, because Barbara Kramer allowed her children to live their own lives. She considered herself to be a modern woman, a modern mother. Julie could just as well have told her mother the truth, that she was shacking up with two men at the time and enjoyed that more than being at home over the holidays. Barbara would only have smiled and said fine.

Barbara, although in her late thirties, was an exquisitely lovely woman. There were times when she and Julie had been taken for sisters, and it pleased her greatly. She still had the same shape, the same build, as she had at Julie's age. There was no hint of sag or droop to her body; her face was unlined unlike many women her age. There were no crow's feet at the outer edges of her dark eyes. In fact, the only lines on her face at all were those about her mouth, and they were what were called "laugh lines." Barbara was a happy woman, rich in her life even though she had been widowed five years before. Like most women, she had felt a sense of loss at first. But within months she came out of it and began dating again.

Julie knew her mother had men friends, men that she enjoyed sex with. Barbara also knew of her daughter's awareness. Conversation had always been quite frank around the Kramer house, and any question Julie or her brother, Kenney, who was thirteen, had, could be brought to Barbara without embarrassment.

Kenney was a handsome young fellow, but his personality was that of a mischievous young boy. He worked hard at getting out of work, such as school studies. At the end of the year, he would have to attend summer school to make up his grades. Unlike Julie's college, that had finished up the semester the later part of May, Kenney still had two weeks of school left before the summer session began.

Barbara loved her children very much, although the relationship between the three was more like very close friends than mother and children. They, in turn, loved her. Barbara always bragged about her son and daughter, carried pictures of them in her purse, had a large color picture of them on her desk at the bank where she worked as a loan processor. She didn't earn a great deal of money, and if not for the substantial insurance her husband had left, they would have been hard put to make ends meet. Julie would not have been able to attend college, and neither would Kenney when his time came. However, there was enough for that, with extra left over to allow them some minor comforts. The home had been paid off at the time of death, which was a big help.