Chapter 2

She rolled away from him, letting her fingers brush across the cum-wet fur of her snatch. She burst a bubble of white clinging in her beaver hair, then brought the fingers to her nose to sniff delicately. Her lips curled in a pixie-like smile and her tongue peeked forth, flicking across the wet fingertips, tasting the juice, and she smiled to show him that the taste was indeed delicious.

Chris reached for her, his cock sore from the strenuous fuck but irresistibly erecting for yet another round. He was too slow, though, and she had already danced away when his hand slapped the open air where she had been lying. He jumped to his feet and ran after her, following the scuttering of her sandals-she'd never taken them off-and leaping with her into the water of the wooded pond.

She swam away from him, laughing as she splashed, her arms and legs flailing and kicking in the water, but Chris was as good a swimmer and he caught her near the middle of the pool, holding her by the arms, bouncing and buoying on the water to keep afloat.

Cathy took his kiss agreeably, and beneath the surface of the clear pond she let her legs bump again and again upon the hardening lance of his prick, trying to trap it between her thighs. "My

God," she said lightly, "you must be a real sex maniac. Didn't you get enough the other time?"

"I couldn't get enough," he grunted hornily. "Not of you and that thing you've got."

"It's called a pussy, silly!" she giggled in delight, pulling away from him. She paddled away fast, making for the shore where they had lain and fucked together, and he swam after her like a crocodile hunting unwary bathers, following Cathy to the bank.

She was clambering ashore when he caught her by the ankle and upended her on the grass. The hairs on Cathy's cunt gleamed and shone with the water that clung to their silky tendrils, and the furry mat had parted slightly to allow him a glorious close-up of her pink gash.

Once again he told himself that she had a gorgeous pussy, a snatch that could be dangerously addictive once you'd gotten a taste of it-and he frowned then, for he'd not had a taste of it, not at all. He flopped onto his belly beside her and immediately applied his mouth to the sweet-tasting hole that lurked among her pussy fuzz.

"Oooh," Cathy purred as she felt him spread her pussylips wide. The cool breeze fluttered across her wet curt, chilling her with a fantastic shuddery tingle that was absolutely nothing in comparison to what she experienced when he nibbled on her petite inner pussylips.

He massaged her cunt mouth with his tongue until she sighed aloud with the delicious expectation of yet another orgasm, and then his fingers had slipped in once more to pry open the tightness of her young box so that he could thrust his tongue directly up her slick curt hole.

Chris stabbed hard, once, twice, three times, ramming his tongue up her cunt as though it were a frisky, limber cock, and she drenched his face with the juices of her inner depths. Her flavor drifted to his nostrils, across his taste buds, and it was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. It was sweet and it was juicy and it was all Cathy. He'd know her again by pussy-flavor alone if he didn't meet her once more for another twenty years.

He licked upward through her gash, then down, each time making sure to linger attentively upon her already soaked clit. She whined each time her love button felt the brushes and caresses of his tongue, and she cried aloud once, long and deliriously, when her wonderful new lover began to suck voraciously upon the lumpy little point of her clit. His smooth chin was pressed tightly against her cunt hole, and she knew that she was bathing him, lips and cheeks and chin, in the fluid of her arousal.

"C'mon," she called, "let's eat each other at the same time." He didn't seem to be listening. He had a habit of getting distracted while he was sexing a girl up, and Cathy knew that she loved that habit, even if it did tend to leave her squealing and beating frantic fists on the ground while she awaited the chance to do some good for him in return.

She stretched until she felt the muscles in her side begin to strain and ache, but she was able to get her fist tightly wrapped around his stiff and rampant cock. Cathy began to jerk and squeeze his meat as hard as she could, shucking up and down his shaft, holding it tight-anything to get his attention for just a moment. Sweat beads had begun to bubble once more through the pores of her pink skin. She'd gotten awfully hot in a short time. The way he was spearing his tongue into her hole and rubbing her cunt with his deft fingers, she'd be creaming again before she knew it.

"Hey!" she squealed, her ass jerking involuntarily as he gave her a very special bite in a very special place. Oh, Jesus! she taught, and she wrenched on his stiff pole for all she was worth, until Chris felt a sudden discomfort in his dick and raised his head to see what the fuck was going on.

"Let's eat each other," she suggested. "A sixty-nine. While I'm still able to suck without screaming."

He smiled and nodded, and he flipped over onto his back, waiting for her to climb aboard. His cock bounced and jiggled with his motion, making Cathy all the more eager to hop into position herself.

She settled down atop his reclining body, easing her crotch onto his face, brushing it back and forth across his lips, and at the same time she bent forward and took his prick in both her hands.

Having her cunt on his face was just like being trapped underneath a big feather mattress, Chris thought as the plush cushion slipped into place. He brought his hands up, prying into her puffy gash, splitting it wide to allow his lips and tongue the access they desired. He began where he'd left off, adoring her clitty with his mouth, probing her cunt hole with his digging thumbs, and he tasted her sweet juices flowing in ever-greater profusion.

Cathy wiggled her butt to show him how appreciative she really was, and she moved her face until his dong was within licking distance. Her tongue came out and she bathed his rod like a mother cat might wash a tiny kitten. She moved her wet tongue up and down his tool, licking and cleaning from balls to tip, and when she had his prick wet with spit, her fingers tugged softly upon his foreskin, pulling it back to let the glistening purple bump of his glans show in all its splendor.

She kissed his knob, squarely upon its tip, and once again she knew the delight of tasting the seminal droplet which her efforts had teased forth. Of all the guys she'd known, she suddenly realized in a flash, no two had the same taste. Cathy pressed her lips against his exposed prick knob in a thoughtful fashion, her mb-id far, far away; then, with a self-conscious little chuckle, she opened her mouth and sucked his cock in. His prick was comfortably big and thick, nestled there in the wet hold of her lips, and she suckled his rod gently, caressingly, getting used to its welcome presence.

Cathy wasn't the best cocksucker Chris had ever known-he still had fond memories of a college girl from last summer, one who hadn't been ashamed to have her twenty-year-old furrow plowed, and plowed magnificently, by a well-endowed youngster of fifteen-but she was well on her way. Even flow, with her mouth simply holding his cock, she was starting to do clever and thoughtful things. The soft, almost playful way she was scraping her teeth against the super tender flesh of his dick, for example, or the seemingly absentminded swipes of her tongue that flicked occasionally across the point of his meat-stick. It was good, damned good, but he couldn't wait forever for Cathy to begin sucking him off in earnest, So he began to lash her twat with his tongue, snapping his teeth at her love button, using his fingers to pry lasciviously at the puckered ring of her asshole, and she vibrated suddenly as though she'd been struck by lightning, beginning to hump his face eagerly.

Mmmmm, that's a lot better, Chris thought smugly as her head began to piston up and down and his cock glided again and again over the velvet carpet of her tongue, making straight for Cathy's tonsils. She had his balls in the cuddling palm of one hand while the other teased and tickled at every available inch of arousable flesh on his body-the insides of his legs, the wrinkled skin behind his nuts, the tight barrier of his own bung-and he shot upward, pounding his peter into her greedy mouth as she aroused him feverishly.

She was getting as good as she gave, too; Sweat soaked the rounded cheeks of her butt, and his gripping hands slipped and fumbled as he attempted to control her gyrating pelvis. Her cunt grew heavier and heavier, pressing down upon him and she smothered him in her moist, fragrant snatch, but he didn't give a goddamn. The scents of her body were fresher and sweeter and tastier than the purest mountain air, and he filled his lungs with Cathy.

She was trying her best to deep-throat him, and he appreciated it, too, but the angle at which she sucked in his cock wasn't the best, and his cockhead battered fruitlessly at the roof of her mouth, denied access to the hole it longed for. No matter. She was doing just fine as it was, and he could feel the pressure upon his rod each time she pulled in her cheeks and released them. Her hands grew tighter on his balls-not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to make him wince and moan his joy into the furry plumpness of her snatch.

Again and again he whipped her twat with his tongue, scraped it with his teeth, assaulted her cunt until he was sure it would be black and blue instead of prettily pink by the time morning rolled around, but if he was bothering Cathy at all with the fury of his cunt-lapping, she gave no sign. Instead she continued to gobble away at his prick until he bid reluctant farewell to his self-control and jerked his crotch upward from the ground with the feverish release that shook his body mercilessly.

She made choking, gasping sounds as his cum boiled out and filled her puffed-out cheeks. Trying to swallow, trying to keep her mouth active at the same time so as to drain him fulfillingly, Cathy was fighting a losing battle. His cock jerked and squirted so fast that swallow and suck as she might, bubbles of hot, sticky jizz puddled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. For every drop she guzzled down, her lips surrendered two, and still there was a warm, satiated feeling all the way from her throat to the pit of her belly. God, she thought, sucking and swallowing, racing against the shuddering chills that were a dead giveaway of her own emotions, where does he get so much cream?

He'd filled her hungry pussy to overflowing not half an hour ago, and now he was feeding her mouth just as generously.

And suddenly it didn't matter at all, for she was coming, too, her wet pussy glued against his nuzzling face, and she let his cock slide from her lips as she buried her own face against the muscular hardness of his thigh. It had been good, supremely good, for both of them and they were happy together.