Chapter 11

"I hear you're quite a cocksman, Tom," Shelley said. She was leaning over him, her tits hanging ripely above his face, as she knelt beside him in the grass.

Tom looked up at the quivering mounds, eyed the jiggling pink berries of her nipples, then let his gaze wander down over her firm, rounded belly into the golden tendrils of hair at her crotch. He had set several lines in the lake, hoping to get a mess of fish for the family, then flaked out on the bank in the shade of the bushes to catch up on his sleep. He seemed to need more rest since he had been doing so much screwing!

"Hi, Shel!" he said. A self-conscious grin crept around the corners of his mouth. "Cocksman? I don't know about that. I guess I have been making the rounds. But that's nothing newsworthy in this little community, is it?"

"It might be to a gal who felt neglected," she said. Her full lips moistly pouting as she pretended to sulk. Tom envisioned the soft donut of those lips sliding over his cock and felt his tool grow hard at the thought.

"Christ! You sure have a sexy mouth, Shel!" he told her as he reached up and pulled her down onto him. The lips opened and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He fucked it past her lips and grabbed one of her tits with his hand, squeezing the nipple in a firm but gentle milking action.

Shelley whimpered and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He sucked at it as she made it fuck his lips. Then they were tongue fighting and sucking for several minutes, until they got out of breath.

Tom rolled her onto the grass and began sucking her tits. His hands worked on the free tit as he sucked and nibbled the other. Shelley moaned and hugged his head to her, feeling her pussy start to itch.

Her tits were almost sore when he shifted to her crotch, hot to see what this blonde's snatch was like. She eagerly parted her legs and thrust up her pelvis, ready to take tongue or cock, but too hot to be without one or the other for very long.

Tom looked at the golden fleece, saw the pink meat of her slit oozing juice like a broiling steak. He smelled her cunt, liked the warm, scented musk she exuded, and breathed deeply of it. He put his lips to the slit and kissed it as he had kissed her mouth.

His tongue sought entry, found it, fucked into her hole with rapid, excited strokes, making Shelley wiggle her ass in the grass and hum her contentment loudly. He sucked up her juice, licked at the perky little head of her clit, and heard her crooning become even louder.

"Oh, put those sucky lips on my clit, Tom!" she pleaded.

He formed his lips over the bud, inhaled through them, and felt the tiny glans pop into his lips farther. He released it and felt it snap back into its hiding place. Shelley's squeal told him she liked it, so he repeated it over and over.

Her cunt was literally gurgling with juice now, and Tom felt as if his chin rested in a bowl of soup. The frenzied goosing of her ass muscles made it slosh snugly into his face as he feasted.

"Nurse it, baby!" she pleaded. "Hard sucks, Tom! I'm... OHHH!" Her body went wild as she came powerfully. Tom's head was tossed off her like a rider from a hose.

He moved to kneel by her face, laid the tip of his rigid cock at her lips and rocked it there. The soft, moist smoothness of her lips trembled, parted, and sucked in his knob. Her tongue rolled around the swollen ridge and Tom groaned.

She sucked as he began to fuck into her mouth, feeling his tip glide over her tongue and lodge at the back of her throat. Shelley hummed her satisfaction to have his hard young whang in her mouth, sucking at its tender virility as though it were a huge drinking straw inserted in the nectar of the gods. But Tom pulled it away!

He slowly shifted his position, holding Shelley's head up with one hand, until he was squatting over her, his asshole poised over one of her tits. He centered on it, then squeezed the nipple into his asshole, pinching his cheeks together to hold it there.

"Now, Shel!" he said hoarsely. "Suck me off while I milk your tit with my asshole!" But the distance was too great; there was no way to effect both operations at the same time. Tom knelt between her legs, picked them up and hung them over his shoulders. He shoved his cock into the soupy mess of her cunt and drove it into her hole up to his balls. He felt the ooze trickle down over them as he bottomed in her.

"Oh God, Tom! What a sweet hunk of cock!" Shelley cried. "Fuck it into me, lover!"

He started to pump at her, his balls -- like the nuts of a young bull -- slapped her ass meatily at each stroke. It was a juicy fuck. Tom's prick literally pumped the excess out of her tunnel, drop by drop, at each withdrawal stroke.

He sloshed in and out rapidly, but his fucks were hard and mean, as if he were confident that the abundant juice would pad and protect everything no matter how powerfully he drove into her.

"I'm close, Tom!" she moaned. "Oh, so close! I think I... I... oh Jesus! Squirt, Tom, squirt!" She let out a wild cry and farted loudly. Tom released his control and the convulsing walls of her heated curt triggered him off.

He spewed vast gushes of his hot sperm into her swat. It was already overflowing, but her uterus must have sucked up a gob as it poured into her, for very little squeezed out around his prick before he pulled out of her.

Shelley simply lay there and gasped, emitting an occasional grunt as her spasms hit. Tom stood, took a deep breath, then went back up to kneel by her head. He was determined to have her suck him off. There was an exciting something about her lips, her hot, wet mouth, that enticed him in a compelling way.

She was still convulsing when he slid the messy head of his cock into her gasping lips. She smelled the faint scent of her own cream, and more potently, the pollenlike odor of his semen. The spasms seemed to quicken within her as she sucked the wet tip into her mouth.

The familiar semen flavor made her excitement rise higher, and she began to milk and suck at the semisoft shaft. Quickly, it hardened and swelled, and she crooned happily as it filled her mouth and throat.

Her suction was good, but her nods were none too enthusiastic. She was still too weakened from her double climax to milk his prick effectively with the motion of her bobbing head.

Tom took over, fucking into her mouth as before, making his balls fly against her chin with wet smacks as he thrust into her throat. Her thickly ripe lips, so enticing before, now excited Tom even more as he watched them form the moist rubbery ring that slid and rolled as he fucked past them.

Like a freshly painted bright-red donut, her lips clung around his shaft as he moved it. The donut would almost be driven inside out as he stroked inward, then pulled away from her face as his withdrawal distorted her cheeks in the suction she had developed.

"Oh, Shel, baby!" he told her. "Your mouth is sweet... so sweet! Keep sucking, honey! I'm going to give you a big load! Have to feed my sweet-lipped Shelley!"

Then his balls tensed and his groin tightened as his asshole contracted snugly. He felt the flood coming on strong and suddenly.

"Drink, baby, drink!" he yelled. Shelley gulped as the first blob struck the back of her throat. Then she was swallowing for all she was worth as the deluge came.

Shelley had sucked off cocks before and after being fucked by them. But she never had a more plentiful load shot into her mouth before, and certainly not after. And the power of his delivery was fantastic. She had thought she could handle anything that came out of a prick, but this was unexpectedly much!

She choked, and jizz flew out to spatter Tom's balls and groin with white speckles. His last few jerking spurts, delivered while her mouth was open, hit her palate. These she caught as she recovered, swallowing again as she caught her breath.

Spartanlike, she not only sucked him dry and licked his knob and shaft slick and clean, but used her tongue and lips to gather the drops she could find on his balls and groin and belly.

When she lay back, licking her lips and staring up at him with a satisfied grin, Tom again felt a compelling affection for those moistly full, ripe lips. Even at that moment, he could have stuck his cock back into her donutlike roundness and fucked off another load. But he thought the next round should be the lady's choice.

"What would you like now?" he asked her.

Shelley's eyes grew large and round. They seemed to be bluer, brighter than before.

"You mean... you're ready to go again?" she asked.

"With a short breather," he said, nodding and smiling.

"Lie down and let Shelley hold you while you breathe," she said. "And when I feel that marvelous machine getting hard again, I'll tell you what I'd like!"

Tom eased onto the grass beside her. Shelley turned onto her side so they could lie belly to belly. She took his cock in her hand and lovingly placed it in her crotch, sliding it into the soupy mess of her box. Then she closed her thighs to hold it there.

"We females are inclined to be greedy when we find a man who can deliver the way you do," she told him, caressing his back with gentle fingers. "Don't let too many of us take advantage of you. Fuck when you feel like it, suck and be sucked when it pleases you, but don't burn yourself out to please us."