Patrick Murry - Sex In The Sticks

"Yeah, the same way!" Chato muttered. "Shit, I been wanting to try that myself and here's my chance! Union, girl, slide up and get that prick outta your cunt so I can lick it out of you! Man, I think I'm gonna like this a lot!"

Gina hesitated a moment but she knew it was no use; if Sandy felt or looked between her thighs and found the telltale evidence of their sexual activity it could well mean serious trouble. She hated the thought of willfully participating in perversions but she disliked even more the thought of Sandy's vengeance. The memory of the woman's harsh, merciless character was enough to decide her.

"All right, you win," she conceded. "Here, I'll edge away from him. But you be ready to start taking it as soon as his cock slips out of me!"

"I'll be there," Chato promised. "Don't you worry none about that! I'm hot to get me a mouthful of cum! I'll lick it out of you till you won't know which end is up! Union, honey, get that cock out and lift them legs up in the air – I'm ready to do some cuntlapping!"

The excitement in Chato's voice affected Gina strongly, making her far more receptive to the girl's advances than she would ever have dreamed possible. Pete's prick slid out of her hole easily and she brought her legs up high. Chato bent over her, holding the legs back and exposing the frothy mouth of her cunt; she waited a moment until Gina's abdominal contractions had forced a portion of the rich, masculine cream out of her cunt. Then she bent forward, fastened her mouth to the opening, and slurped.

"Ooohh! That's out of sight!" Gina moaned, startled by the sensual shock of the girl's attack. "Omigod, it's so good! Mmm, you're lapping me, you're sucking me! I feel it, I feel it all over! Unngghh! Your tongue, it's halfway up my cunt! Ooohh! Owww!"

Chato worked quickly but skillfully. She forced her tongue deep into the hot, moist opening and sucked strongly; this, together with Gina's strong muscular contractions, sufficed to expel virtually all of the cum from the depths of her cunt. Chato finished her off with kisses around the edge of the cuntal opening, kisses which removed every vestige of semen and restored her pussy to its original pristine condition. Gina's sensual awareness demanded more, however, and she found it impossible to keep from asking the girl to return to her sucking.

"Ahhh, do it some more!" she panted. "You've gotten me hot again; I want to cum again! Unngghh! My cunt's throbbing like crazy; I need another fucking! Mmmm, it's killing me!"

"I get you again in a minute maybe," Chato promised. "First I gotta lick his cock off too. When they come back, everything's gonna be all clean and they won't know nothing ever happened!"

She bent over Pete and took his prick into her mouth. She sucked him quickly and quite as skillfully as she had sucked Gina; it apparently made no difference to her whether she was eating a man or a woman. Her lips roamed up and down the length of his cock, licking every trace of sexual excess from it; when she finally removed her lips And leaned back to inspect it, the rod glowed wetly but showed no trace of the exciting things which had happened to it.

"Yeah, they won't never know you popped your nuts inside her cunt," she said with a grin of proud accomplishment. "Here, lemme take another peek at that pussy of yours, just to be sure I didn't miss anything."

She subjected Gina to another critical inspection and, seeing another tiny pearl of cum welling from the lips of her pussy, bent over to extract it. Gina, still highly excited by the girl's skillful use of her lips and tongue, groaned painfully and writhed against her mouth.

"Ahhh! What a slut I must be, to love that so much!" she exclaimed. "I never did anything with girls before, I swear it! And yet here I am, dying to have you eating my pussy again!"

"Shit, that don't mean nothing," Chato said with a cool shrug. "You mean you think maybe you're turning into a queer, is that it? Listen, girl, if you was a queer you wouldn't want nothing but girls, dig? I've seen some chicks like that and man, they didn't want nothing but pussy, pussy, pussy! Not you, honey, you really dig the cock too! Shit, you ain't queer; you're just a hot-assed broad that likes to ball and it don't matter none whether it's a dude or a chick. Ain't nothing wrong with that!"

"Oh, I wish I could really believe that," Gina exclaimed. "I feel such a terrible sense of… well, of being wrong in wanting that so much. And yet I enjoyed it too – oh, wow, did I ever enjoy it! I could feel your tongue like it was… like it was Pete's cock, almost!"

"So? What's so far-out about that?" Chato grunted. "What the hell, a cunt's just a cunt – it don't know whether it's being licked by a dude or by a chick! As long as I'm digging it, that's the main thing!"

"I was digging it," Gina vowed. "Was I ever!"

"Hey, you two get back to laying like you was when they left," Chato hissed, rising to her feet and stalking over to the cabin door. "I think I hear 'em coming back!"

Chato was correct: Sandy and her two companions entered the cabin shortly after she had given her warning. When they surveyed their captives, Pete and Gina looked almost exactly as they had when the trio had left.

"Yeah, that's nice, kid," Sandy said to Chato. "Okay, let's see. It's getting late here. How about throwing something together for a meal? Chato, what kinda cook are you?

"Huh? Man, I never cooked nothing!" Chato exclaimed, looking very shocked that she could even be considered for such a task.

"Okay, that means we get some spaghetti from the wop bitch," Sandy said. "Chato, get a knife or something and cut her loose so she can do her thing in the kitchen. I don't care what it is, just throw something together so we won't starve to death, got it.

Gina nodded sullenly, irritated at having to play cook for the group, but not daring to make her lack of goodwill too obvious. She rubbed her wrists after Chato had slashed the cords and began searching through the supplies stacked against the rear wall of the cabin. After making her selection from the several cans she found there, she dumped them into appropriate pots and began heating them. A savory aroma soon filled the cabin.

"Hey, that smells like stew!" Joey exclaimed. "I never smelled no spaghetti and meatballs that smelled like stew; what's the matter with that slut? Don't she know she ain't supposed to eat stew?"

Gina colored brightly at his insulting reference to her Italian ancestry; she longed to tell him that she detested spaghetti but dared not reply to his insults. She quietly dished the stew onto the plates, added a helping of fruit cocktail and announced that dinner was ready.

"It don't look like much," Felton remarked from his seat at the table. "And what the hell are you leaving. it over there for? We're sitting over here! C'mon, you whore, serve us right!"

Gina bit back the sharp retort that nearly burst from her throat and meekly carried the plates to the table. Felton took advantage of the opportunity, when she was bent over and distributing the plates, to run his hand up the inside of her thighs; she stiffened abruptly at this invasion of her privacy but said nothing. His hand rose higher, engaged the lips of her pussy and scraped against them. Then he removed his hand, allowing her to go on about her duties.

"I felt hotter pussies," he said as he lifted his fork and dug into his plate. "What'n hell are you two getting so worked up about over her for? I don't see nothing special about her."

"Aw, Eddie, you just ain't into fucking women too much," Joey said. "I really dig it, though, and you can take it from me: that broad's got a twat on her that won't stop! Man, she's a prick-loving fool from the word go!"

"Okay, it don't matter none to me," Felton grunted. "If she can't screw no better'n she can cook I sure feel sorry for you! Ugghh, this stuff is damned near as bad as what my old lady used to serve up!"