Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

"How would you know about a woman's hand on your titties? How many women go around feeling of these things." George was delighted with his witty comeback.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Lois teased, brushing her tongue across his lips in a sensuous manner.

George's eyes widened. "You don't mean it… I mean, you're not… not…

"Cunt licker?" Lois said, amused at his expression when she spoke the words. "No, I'm not a pussy eater, George." She moved her right hand down his thin chest and let it drop to his bulging penis, squeezing it gently, rubbing the rigid flesh. "Still… a change of pace is nice once in a while."

George gasped in surprise at the admission. He'd heard of girls who did things like that to each other, but he'd never actually heard a girl admit it. "You're kidding?"

He glanced at the back of Linda's head, seeing her twist about on the seat and knew Roscoe was digitally exciting the young girl. "You haven't done that with your sister, have you?" he whispered.

"Haven't I?" she teased.

George felt a new kind of passion erupt into a loud roar inside his body. "Have you done it to her, really?"

"That would be telling all my secrets," she teased him, her hand moving and caressing his throbbing penis beneath his pants.

"Look," George whispered, the alcohol making him brave. "Look… that's something I want to to see. Will you… would you put on a little show for us?"

"A show?"

"You and your sister. I've never…"

Lois laughed, throwing her head back. "All right, George. if seeing Linda and I eat each other's snatched will give you kicks, we'll do it. After all, we have to satisfy our customers to stay in business, don't we?"

They were flow parked in front of a cottage surrounded by a growth of exotic plants. Somewhere in the distance, the ocean thundered and roared. Linda came out of exhaustion to alertness. She had never been handled so brutally in her young life. She fought her way through the fatigue that was a natural of the spasms that had racked her delicate body under the brutal assault and straight-forward explorations of the huge man next to her. There was a strange, salty tang in the air that was vaguely stirring. As she pulled her tired body from the, car, she caught the full tang of the inshore wind. It revived her immediately. Suddenly, an overwhelming urge came over her… an urge to rip her clothing from her bruised body and run fast in the direction of that thunder. She wanted to feel the cold salt spray in her face, the impact of cleansing waves…

"Let's unload the supplies," her mother's voice said.

The two sisters went ahead, leaving the unloading to their mother and the two men. In the dim illumination of an overhead bulb, they saw the cottage was simply furnished. There was a table in one corner, a wide bed on either side, and a stove and small refrigerator… and that was all.

While the food was being put away, Roscoe hoisted a liquor bottle and let a sizable portion of its amber contents, gurgle down his throat. He slammed the bottle down and wiped his mouth with the back of a hairy hand. "Now," he sighed. Now… by God, I'm ready. He reached out and seized Lind's arm, spinning her around. "You hear, girl? I'm ready to fuck!"

Linda forced a small smile and concealed the shudder that rippled down her spine. Slowly, she moved from under the clutching hands. "In a bit," she said. "First, why don't we… ‘why don't we all have a nice swim?"

The small child did not think she could yield any more to that hairy beast of a man… at least not right away. She wanted desperately to postpone their activity as long as possible.

"Huh?" Roscoe's dull mind was on one thing only. "No… no swimming. I want a piece of pussy… and I want it now!"

"A swim," Linda said again. "A swim… " her brain raced. "Without clothes on… wouldn't that be fun? A swim-all of us naked-in the moonlight?"

A change came over the big man's face, and lights flickered someplace deep in his eyes. "By God," he grunted. "That's different. Yeah… let's go for a swim. A naked swim!"

George looked excited. "You mean… you'll be naked?"

"Why the fuck not," the girl's mother said quickly. "I think Linda's got a good idea. You boys can see what you're getting that way, right?"

"Let's go," Roscoe grunted. He picked up a full bottle of whiskey from the table. "I'm ready."

The five-three females, two males-walked from the cottage toward the sound of the sea. The wind was clean and cool, and the sand moist, yielding underfoot. Linda felt the wind through her dress. She had never known that anything could feel as cleansing as that sea wind… it was almost like absolution.

They crested a line of sand dunes and looked down at the sea. It was silvery in the bright moonlight. Yes, she thought. Naked… that was the only way to swim in the sea. Eager now, she whipped her dress over her head without shame, slipped out of her torn panties, and stood naked in the sand. The beach was flooded with subtle moonlight, and she stood for a moment, illuminated, letting the air caress her naked body, her thighs, her buttocks, her nubbin breasts. She closed her eyes, her arms outstretched like a naked goddess offering her virginity to the gods. She heard a gasp of appreciation from the two men. Then, without waiting to see if they would follow, the girl ran lightly, her buttocks dancing, across the moist sand and into the water.

It was like liquid ice. She sucked in her breath as she plunged outward and the sea rose about her, small waves beginning to batter at her belly and naked breasts. Linda was an excellent swimmer. She saw a big wall of water coming toward her, and as it crested and posed, she dived under it. She felt it tugging at her, but she resisted, and kept swimming outward. After a while she was floating beyond the waves, where, the water rose and fell in the cradle-like motion of swell after building swell. She was looking up at a round, full and friendly moon.

Then something seized her and she screamed in fright. At first she thought it was some sea-monster of a sort. But as the big,, hirsute paws closed over her buttocks and she felt the probing thrust of a mule, throbbing penis between her thighs, she knew that it was not a monster from the sea. It was another kind of monster it was Roscoe.

"Gotcha!" he grunted with satisfaction… we fuck!"

Her feet probed frantically for the bottom, and then found it. The water came up to her throat, his hands were squeezing and pulling at her delicate buttocks, and his ‘huge, bulbous penis was thrusting at the tender lips of her vagina relentlessly. She closed her eyes and held onto his thick, massive shoulders. There was no escape… she might as well yield at last.

Sometimes her head was above the water and she could breathe, but more often it was not. In self preservation, she locked her slim legs about his thick waist, her arms around his neck. She felt the shock as his monstrous penis probed and pressured against her resisting vagina. She knew she was very small down there, and a fear came over her that the man would rip her into pieces if he entered her body. She felt the smooth, burgeoning head of his phallus slip between the wet lips of her genitals, as vast and gigantic as if he were indeed some sea-spawned animal. The sea closed over her face as he crushed her down and their bodies turned. Quickly, Linda held her breath. Even while her lungs were bursting, she felt the man thrust hard against her tight opening, then he was fully into her hairless tunnel. Only the water closed about her kept her from screaming with the fiery pain that rippled through her naked body. Then, surprisingly, she felt the blaze ignite, kindling a small fire that grew in heat, and when her face broke the surface, her gasping was not entirely for breath, part of it was a marking of the lunging rhythm the huge man was striking, his penis slipping iii and out of her clasping vaginal lips. From a dim corner of her mind, she thought the sea was the place for her to be ravished by this ape of a man. It seemed to wipe out the revulsion of what she was doing.