Chapter 5

"Chris..." Wendy said casually as she bent over her spent lover, her full round breasts pressing into his belly as she fondled his cock in her hand, "have you ever... have you ever fucked anybody from behind?"

"You mean, doggie fashion?" the relaxed youth asked.

"No... I mean..." she placed her lips over the head of his cock, savoring the taste of their commingled sex juices. She licked it tenderly, feeling the organ begin to harden again. Her desire for him still was not sated. She wanted more and more!

"No... I mean, where you had your finger?" She felt a little shy about asking him. Perhaps it was morally objectionable to him.

"Greek style, eh? Well, no, I haven't tried it... not yet. Is that what you want to do next?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she sucked harder at his cock, thrilling to the feel of its growing hardness in her mouth. She would like to suck him into orgasm in her mouth if she didn't have such an aching want in her loins, a want that demanded his long, thick rod of flesh.

Chris couldn't believe that Wendy actually wanted him to ass- fuck her. Hell, Jill would never let me do that, married or not! he mused inwardly. He had all those frustrating months of unfulfillment with Jill to work off, those days and nights of torments when she would break away whenever his penis hardened up against her skin. Now he could relish his naked erections, knowing that Wendy was only too happy to have him do whatever he wanted with her. The thought of fucking her up the anus appealed to his curiosity. He'd always wanted to try it, but never believed any girl who wasn't a whore would stand for it. And Wendy was suggesting it! Live and learn. Her uninhibited sensuousness appealed to him so much now that he would have fucked her nose or her ears or her navel, and with her massaging mouth and hand on his heated cock, he felt he was her's anytime she liked.

Wendy raised her head, noticing the sex-crazed expression in his eyes. "Well... ?" she said seductively. He grinned at her, then reached for some loose pillows to place under her belly, elevating her beautifully rounded asscheeks in the air. The two sensuously curving mounds captured his gaze, and he reached out as if in a trance to run his coarse hands over them again and again. They were like warm marble. Wendy moaned in encouragement.

Finally, he used his fingers to spread the gently quaking cheeks as he darted his tongue into the puckered center, bringing a louder moan of pleasure to the girl whose long dark hair spread out over her shoulders and fanned out along her bare upper arms. She had her fingers in her pussy and was slowly but wantonly caressing the slick crevice, an erotic display that brought Chris's penis into a harder state of electric pulsation. He placed his bulbous cock-head against her wet pussy long enough to spread some of their coital wetness around the intruding hardness. They both instinctively knew that his heavily straining cock would need to be well lubricated to slide into the tight little walls of her asshole.

Holding her ass-cheeks wide apart, he began to push the head of his cock into her pinkly puckered anus, which yielded, amazing as it was, enough to take the thickness of the glans. (His own seeping seminal fluid helped.) Wendy gasped and bucked forward slightly.

But she came back hard against it, surprising Chris and causing him to lose his balance momentarily. Wendy stopped rubbing her clitoris with her finger and reached low to cup his balls in her hand, trusting him to move up into her anus slowly. He stopped thrusting, letting her move back onto him according to her own comfort level, gradually skewering herself deeper and deeper.

Chris was astounded that such a small opening would enlarge enough to take his thickly swollen cock and just as astounded that he liked the feel of it very much. It was tight and hot inside, and achingly exciting to his stiffened hardness. He was in a position which allowed him to reach over her back and cup her pert breasts in his hands and he could feel the softness of her legs against his -- the farther in his cock went the closer he came to feeling her satin-smooth buttocks against his loins. Jeez -- I sure didn't know about THIS! he marveled to himself.

He was far enough in now to be able to experimentally move his hot shaft back and forth a little in her slickly clutching anus. His balls felt wet from the oozing cuntal juices stimulated by Wendy's masturbating.

"You're in, lover!" she cried out excitedly. "It feels great. But easy does it, OK? I don't want to be disemboweled! How does it feel to you?" Little mewls of pleasure began to escape from her throat.

"Fantastic! I love it! And don't worry, sweets, I'm not going to tear you apart -- I just might try to, though!" With that he pushed his obscenely impaling weapon hard forward as far as it could go. He couldn't stop himself. The tightness of her anus and the feeling of her finger-fucking herself on the other side of the thinly separating membrane drove him to a maddening desire to fuck as hard as he could go.

"Aarrrggghhh... owwwooo..." Wendy shrieked, crashing her loins forward to take the shock of his thrust, moving so suddenly the young mechanic had to throw his hand around her and grab her pussy to make sure his impaling rod stayed hard into her anus. The mound of cushions separated and got pushed to each side of the young girl's body, so that Wendy lay flat on her belly with Chris mounted on top of her. The sharp pain of his rough intrusion subsided and her moans of pain turned to mewls of pleasure as he started to pump his cock slowly up inside her. He replaced the throw pillows so that Wendy had some elevation and was able to get her middle finger between the inflamed lips of her pussy again.

He was certainly heavy -- Chris was six foot three -- nevertheless, she found the position immensely pleasurable and could tell by the way he was enthusiastically fucking away that he was enjoying it, too. Remarkably, his distended shaft was now sliding easily inside her, encouraging her, as she mewled endless incoherent whimpers, to rotate her moving rounded buttocks lewdly back at him in a brazen fury, grinding her hot, tightly clinging anal passage back over the throbbing length of his turgid cock.

Again she cried out hysterically, this time with a renewal of her orgasmic delirium brought on by the action of Chris's thrusting cock and her own manipulation of her clitoris.

"I'm cuuumm-iinng again, Chris! Oh, you fantastic lover! Oh, ooohh... it mustn't stop... don't let it stop eeevvverrr..." the befuddled girl begged, feeling the molten fire of her orgasm course through her body as Chris stepped up his relentless asshole fucking.

Fired up by her orgasm, Chris knelt up and pulled on her thighs, doubling her into a jackknife position to implant himself more deeply. He fucked furiously on, his balls slapping against her buttocks as the dribbling wetness trickled down the trembling softness of her inner thighs.

Again her cries of "Don't stop... don't ever stop!" filled his ears as he slammed hard against her white ass-cheeks in one frantic lunge, emptying his balls deep inside her quivering rectum, deep into her belly, the long, hard spurts triggering sensations of shattering satisfaction that caused her to gasp to the rhythm of his jerking spasms.

Wendy sighed contentedly, stretched out like a cat on the shag rug and murmured, "That was beautiful... just beautiful. You'll never get rid of me now, Chris... I'll do anything you like... I'll never leave you..."

Chris heard what she said, and he knew that Wendy meant it. It kind of shook him up. On the other hand, he thought as he looked down at her beautiful and well-satisfied form, maybe that's not such a bad idea...

"My, my, my. If you're not the prettiest girl in San Francisco!" Dawson gushed as she opened the door to greet him. He was practically watering at the mouth. He took her portfolio and quickly ushered her into the waiting taxi. As the cab pulled away from the curb, Jill glanced up to see Josephine peering from behind one of the dusty brocade draperies.

Dawson couldn't take his eyes off the young brunette, and no wonder -- Jill had to concede that the red dress was a very flattering choice. Her luscious breasts stood up from the low decolletage, and the dress swung freely around her legs from the hips, where it hugged her figure perfectly, without being overtight. The sexy platform shoes made her long legs seem even longer and more shapely. She had even worn a red silk rose attached to a narrow velvet band around her neck, and the effect was charmingly provocative. Her dark tresses shone with touches of brilliantine, and she smelled subtly of exotic flowers. The total effect was devastating, and very Latin, though she hadn't consciously put things together to appear anything other than a totally American girl.

Dawson was obviously impressed, and it became apparent to Jill, from the man's nervous gestures and his confused babbling, that something was bothering him. Something was, all right -- his cock! He could barely keep it in his pants, so turned on was he by the innocent art student. How would he ever be able to wait until after dinner?

Something was bothering Jill, too; several things, actually. Ever since she had drunk Josephine's tea, she had felt strange flutterings in her lower belly, and in her pussy. It seemed as though everything that touched her down there produced sexual arousal. She couldn't understand it, but rationalized that the feelings were a carry over from her fingerfucking in the bathtub.

Secondly, she hadn't been able to get a satisfactory answer from Dawson as to his wife's whereabouts. He evaded the question until she finally asked him again, point blank.

"Jack, I didn't get what you said about your wife. Is she still at the motel?"

"My wife? Oh, why, eh... to tell you the truth, little lady, Merle's having a short nap. She made me promise not to tell you... didn't want you thinkin' she was an old fogey. But the truth is? she got wore out shoppin' today. She's not used to doin' all that walkin' -- down where we live ever'body drives, you know." The big man chuckled a bit too heartily.

"But she will be joining us for dinner, won't she?" Jill asked somewhat anxiously.

"Well she'd better, or she's going to hear about it from me! Now don't you worry, Jill," he added, patting her hand solicitously, "we're going to take good care of you... very good care of you. Just think of Merle and me as foster parents..."

The taxi pulled up in front of the Fairmont and the liveried doorman stepped up to help them out of the vehicle. Jill got a very appreciative and curious look from the cab driver, which made her blush. He obviously thought she looked pretty good too.