Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Wow, you two guys are really making it!" Chato muttered as she thrust two stiffened fingers deep into her own hungry little cunt. "Yeah, you're creaming all over each other! C'mon, honey, work that cunt around him; make it good for him! Jack him off, suck him with your cunt! Get that cream up your cunt – it'll do you a lot of good!"

"Ooohh, my cunt!" Gina softly wailed. "It's coming off, it's melting inside me! Uhhh! I'll never be the same after this!"

She continued to writhe against Pete with gradually decreasing intensity until at last she had completely exhausted her body's arousal. When at last she lay still, heaving and panting from the strenuous exertion, she looked to be completely limp. Pete's cock still retained nearly all its erection, however, and it looked to be as large as ever. Chato's eyes bored into the junction of their bodies; her fingers continued to work in and out of her slit.

"Hey, he's still got a hardon!" she whispered. "Yeah, he's got a lot of cock left! Honey, you wanna fuck him again? Get that little cunt of yours reamed out really good? He's still hot for it, even if he did nearly drill a hole in the bottom of your cunt that time!"

"Mmm, did he ever!" Gina murmured. "I could feel it in so deep I thought I was going to die! What? He's still hard? Omigod, I can't fuck him any more; I'm almost dead now!"

"Sure, you can make it again," Chato urged. "This time he'll be fucking into a big puddle of hot cum; you'll be able to feel it sloshing around in there and you'll want it more than ever!"

"No, I can't do it," Gina protested. "There's no feeling left – I've fucked it all out! I've fucked myself senseless!"

"You can do it," Pete urged, wanting to continue the savagely exciting pleasure. "I'll work it in and out of you awhile and before you know it you'll be wanting to fuck some more!"

He began thrusting against her limp body, driving his cock in and out with a slow but relentless motion. When he withdrew his dick, preparatory to sending it lunging it into her body again, Chato's sharp eyes noticed the thick coating of sperm and cunt oils.

"Hey, he's really coated with the spunk!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, that's something to see! And that pussy of yours – it's so dark and flushed, you must still be hot as a pistol!"

Gina could not deny that her body did indeed possess unsuspected reserves of sensual desire. Even though she had felt totally enervated by her previous climax, she could also feel her clitoris springing into life with new energy and her nipples began aching with that familiar, rhythmic throb. Within a very short time she was groaning and whimpering with abandon as Pete's cock shot back and forth in her pussy.

"Shit, this is too much!" Chato muttered, pulling her hand from her pussy and bending over them. "Honey, I got to get in there and lick me some pussy! Looking at you two fuck, it's making me so damned horny I can't see straight!"

She bent over Pete's trembling body and pressed her lips down to Gina's overheated pussy. She extended her tongue, scraped it over the scarlet fold of flesh enclosing the pistoning cock, and then lifted up to caress Gina's swollen clitoris.

"Agghh! Ooohh!" Gina exclaimed. "Owww! You're on my clit, you're doing it to me! Mmm, again! I can't stand it, it's killing me! Ooohh, you're sucking me so hard!"

Chato was not confining her attentions solely to Gina's pussy by any means. She alternated the darts of her tongue and gave ample attention to Pete's lusciously anointed prick. Her lascivious caresses acted upon their desire like a bellows attached to a furnace: within a very short time they were both grunting fiercely and throwing themselves against each other with unbridled fury.

"Agghh! Unngghh!" Pete exclaimed. "Work it, baby, work it hard! Mmm, you're fucking me to death! Ahh, get that cunt around me!"

"Owww! Aiieee!" Gina cried out, twisting and writhing with sensual delight. "Ooohh, your prick's slicing my cunt apart! Unnhh! You're making me want to cum more than ever!"

Chato said nothing, having her mouth fully engaged in caressing their tightly coupled sexual organs; she had resumed her fingerfucking and was fluttering her fingers around in her cunt in a desperate effort to bring herself to the same sensual peak as the couple. Her hyperactive tongue did the work. Although neither Pete nor Gina would probably have been able to cum again so suddenly by their own efforts, Chato's abandoned use of her lips and tongue provided just the added degree of stimulation needed to transform their bodies into dynamos of sexual joy. Their cries and groans of delight wheezed out as they continued to push and shove against each other. Chato never ceased her oral caresses, licking them completely through the orgasm; their electric joy flowed into her loins and soon she was grunting and panting, too.

"Wow-eee, that was some fucking session!" she muttered, wearily bringing herself into an erect, kneeling position and smiling down at them. "You two, you're really something else! I don't know if I ever saw any couple go at it quite the way you do."

"I don't know about Pete," Gina said with a shy smile, "but I'm sure that there aren't very many women who ever wanted it quite as badly as I did just now. I wouldn't have believed that I could have two cums like that in such a short period of time!"

"What was so unusual about the way we did it?" Pete asked, seeing that Gina's remark had not been really addressed to the point Chato had been trying to make. "I mean, it was damned good, as good as any I ever had before. And especially that second one – when you were helping out. But that isn't what you were talking about, was it?"

"I don't know," Chato mumbled, obviously unused to the struggle of putting her feelings into precise words. "It was just… well, you know when Joey fucks you, or just about any other guy I ever saw, you sort of feel like he's really in some kind of fight with you. Kinda like he was trying to push you down in the ground, you know? But you two, you didn't screw that way. It was different somehow; I don't know what it was."

"There's a difference in the two men," Gina said after a moment's consideration of the girl's statement. "And I think I know what you mean about Joey – it's almost as if he were trying to use you, to prove his superiority or something like that. And he's certainly a lot rougher, a lot less considerate, than Pete here. Pete's got a really nice, kind and gentle way of fucking, even when he's doing it as hard as he can!"

"Yeah, something like that," Chato agreed. "Gentle – I guess that's it."

"I was just doing it the only way I knew how," Pete told them. "I mean, I wasn't trying to do anything different or special, you know."

"That was the best part about it," Gina told him. "You weren't trying to do anything except get all the pleasure you could, and give me pleasure too. I guess that's the difference between you and Joey, when you get right down to it – you're simply a much nicer man!"

"Shit, this is turning into a goddamned love feast," Chato grunted. "But it'll be something a lot different if they come back and find you two all locked up like that! They'll raise holy hell if they find out you been fucking without them telling you to go ahead and do it. We better do something fast!"

Gina knew that she was telling the truth; she suspected that the trio, especially Sandy and Joey, could easily be capable of anything.

"What can we do?" she asked. "All they'll have to do is to look between my legs and they'll know what's been happening here!"

"Mmm, I can fix that," Chato said after reflecting for a moment. "Yeah, I know just the way to fix that up – and it's one that you might dig too!"

"You mean…" Gina began, remembering the way Sandy had extracted Joey's cum from the girl's cunt.