Chapter 5

The West Shore couples had not intended to assault the East Shore group in a sexual sense. They had crossed the lake for socializing, and the community of ten spent the late afternoon and most of the evening comparing notes on various subjects.

In the manner of a progressive dinner, though without any preplanned order, schedule or preparation, they managed to spend some time in every one of the four cottages before they finished their discussions. Drinks and snacks always seemed to be in evidence, and each helped himself as appetite or mood required.

Tom and Sandy were in attendance after the first hour, always together or near each other, even though they participated in conversations separately, when they were addressed by one of the older members of the group.

Shortly after ten, presumably by mutual agreement, Tom and Sandy excused themselves and announced their intention to call it a night. They left the Cartwright cottage, where the rambling party had come to an almost-standstill, and swam across the lake. After seeing Cassandra safely inside the Lafayette cottage, Tom went to his own bed and flaked out.

The departure of the "novice members" lifted a cloud of restraint from the others. In rapid succession, they paired off and disappeared until Rhoda and Andy remained at the Cartwright bar by themselves.

Rhoda had installed the cotton summer covers on the leatherette bar stools, so they were comfortable sitting in the buff. Andy had to lean back frequently and admire the way Rhoda's gypsy-tan butt cheeks contrasted so excitingly with the bright fabric of the cover on which she sat.

"Damn, Rhoda!" he had to say finally. "I've admired your sweet ass from the first time I saw it, but... right now it's about to drive me off my nut!" He slipped from his stool and squatted behind her, then delivered a series of passionate kisses on her curvaceous butt.

When he began to thrust his tongue down into the crease that separated the attractive cheeks, she wiggled backward until her asshole was fully accessible, nestled amidst the curls of black hair that crept from her crotch.

Andy slithered the tip of his tongue into the soft warmth of her bung, teasing the tender wrinkles expertly. It was so tantalizing that she could not sit still. Her ass writhed on the fabric as she whimpered and giggled happily. And her asshole kept winking as she tried to open to his tongue against the reflexive nerve block that contracted it.

She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the bar and lifting her quivering butt from the stool. Andy grunted eagerly and pursued the target, now so much more accessible to him. He got the tip of his tongue wedged past the winking ring of muscle, and the hot wetness of his vibrating flesh excited her fantastically.

"Oh, Jesus!" she whispered. "I'm creaming all over the place!"

Andy felt her juice trickling in around his tongue. The female scent of it was driving him wild. He tried to fuck her asshole with his tongue, but the claspings of her anal muscle were too strong. He finally tired and had to pull his aching tongue out of her ass.

He slithered it into her dripping cunt and she almost jumped off the stool, where her feet were bracing her on opposite side rungs. He sucked at the runny coating and licked off all he could reach. Then he seized her by the waist and picked her up; he set her down beside him, then took her hand in his.

"Where do you want it, Rhoda?" he asked. "Bed... floor... porch... beach... name it quick!"

"Here!" she cried, pulling the slip cover off her bar stool with her free hand, then pulling him down to the shag carpeting.

"Hands and knees, baby!" he ordered. "Uncle Andy's going to try your back door!" She obliged him, and he knee-walked up to her, guiding his prick into the dripping tendrils of her black bush.

He shoved into her cunt, making her gasp and moan with pleasure as his cock filled her tunnel briefly. He gave his dick a few strokes to lubricate it, then gathered some more of the trickling excess with his fingers. He smeared her asshole with it, then pulled out of her cunt and jammed the head of his whang into the moistened wrinkles of her bung. He pressed finely but slowly at the reluctant flesh.

"Come on, baby!" he coaxed her. "Shit for Uncle Andy."

She grunted, made a conscious effort to expand the stubborn muscle, and it rolled open abruptly. Andy's cock entered her asshole with a soft, wet "plop" as his prickhead cleared the entranceway.

"Oh God, you're filling me up!" she cried. It felt as if he had stuffed her ass with a splintered piece of timber. But she bore it bravely as he reached around her and got his fingers in the soupy petals of her cunt. He began to stir in the fleshy cauldron, and soon she was moaning with her mounting involvement as sensations crawled over her from two directions.

The more excited she grew, the more her asshole relaxed its stubborn graspings. Andy was able to work his cock in to the limit, and he began fucking her ass brutally while fingering her cunt into a seething, frothy turmoil.

Rhoda's ass went into a grinding, jerking motion, the result of experiencing so much stimulation that muscles and nerves began to react wildly. Andy found that he could conserve his energy; she provided more than enough movement to get the job done! He concentrated on working her clit with his fingers and thumb.

She was breathing heavily now. It was more than panting; it was a moaning, heaving sound, like a mare about to foal. She was creaming so steadily that Andy's fingers, palm and wrist were dripping with the excess.

Her bowel was writhing as his cock worked within its sheath, and her asshole made spasmodic bites on the swollen flesh of his prick. He had played this game before, with others, but never had he felt the joy of penetrating a warm female body so keenly.

Every part of Rhoda was alive, working, and bubbling in its own kind of juices. His cock and his fingers seemed to reach into her being, to feel the warm juices of life pulsing around them. It was a stirring sensation that simmered in his guts, waiting for only the slightest increase in stimulus to boil it over.

"Andy!" Rhoda cried suddenly. "I keep... coming and coming! Little comes that... are killing me! Oh God! Make me have... a big one or... let me pass out!"

Her rasping voice sounded even sexier than her normal tones. Andy was excited by the animal grunts she uttered every time their bodies banged together.

Still he held his control. But then she started to have a greater climax; her cunt grasped his probing fingers and her asshole nibbled on his cock as she suddenly squealed loudly.

Andy groaned and began to shoot into her bowel. She felt the hot cum splashing inside her and uttered a staccato shrieking sound as her convulsions caused her throat to spasm. Her claspings milked Andy's cock quickly, and the chattering action of her asshole became too painful for his tenderized meat.

He eased out of her ass, withdrawing a little each time her bung expanded briefly. When his dick was free, he sat down heavily, his sloppy hand held in front of him while he groped with the other for the slip cover Rhoda had grabbed earlier.

He jammed the fabric into her crotch so it covered asshole and pussy, holding it there until Rhoda could stagger to her feet and grip the material with her thighs and hand.

He continued to sit, wet cock and hand in his bare lap, waiting for her to finish in the bathroom. Cool evening air came through the screen door, evaporating the sweat and cum and cunt cream that covered him.

When he heard the shower splashing, he swore, got to his feet, and went in to join her. They lathered and splashed around, teasing each other and laughing, until they felt refreshed. Then they shut off the spray and embraced, their wet bodies slithering together as they kissed and explored with their hands.

"I'm getting hot again," Rhoda said. "My asshole's tender, but my twat is twitching for action."

"And my prick's praying for a refill," he told her. "While we're waiting, how about another drink?"

"Good idea. You build 'em while I turn down a bed. We can lie there and sip in comfort. Then, when that prayer's answered, we'll be in a good place to take advantage of it!"

Andy went to the bar while Rhoda got the master bedroom organized. Once they were settled in, drinks on the nightstands, radio playing soft music, and the mild night breeze coming in through the open window, Andy felt more refreshed than ever.

Rhoda began playing with him, trailing her fingertips over his skin, sucking his nipples, scratching the wrinkled surface of his hairy bag, and even the wrinkled knot of his shifter.

His pulse began to speed up once more, and he got into the spirit of the game. He went after Rhoda's tits, sucking her large nipples and kneading the lovely udders until she was squealing and squirming all over the bed.

He went after her cunt then, licking the hot, fleshy furrow that cleft her dark bush, nibbling at the passion-thickened lips and the stubby erection of her clitoris. She moaned and wiggled, happy to be eaten by his hungry mouth, but she wanted to feast, too.

She reversed herself in bed, and Andy left his position at the foot to stretch out full-length beside her, his face in her hairy crotch, his nose in her ass, and his tongue once more licking avidly into her cunt.

Rhoda's tongue was busy, too. She raved his balls, licked the shaft of his cock, rimmed the coronal ridge with her tongue, then slid her moist, hot lips over the tip and rammed his entire prickshaft into her throat.

She was creaming heavily again as he began to suck her clit and milk it with his lips. Her tiny moans told him she was on her way to an exciting finish, and the thought speeded up his own recovery, already nicely begun by Rhoda's expert cock sucking.

When she came, Andy grabbed her ass and held her cunt against his mouth, sucking at the hole of her twat for all he was worth as his own explosion started. He spewed out his jizz in sharp jets that seemed to drain him swiftly.

Rhoda took it smoothly, gulping and sucking until Andy let out a deep groan. Then she let her head fall aside and his cock flipped free. He let his head roll out of her crotch onto the bed.

After Rhoda's inner spasms subsided, she sat up and sipped at her drink.

"Wow! That was great, Andy!" she told him. "It might even last me until breakfast."

"It was great for me, too, Rhoda," he admitted. "But don't count too much on a wake-up quickie in the morning. I feel as if I belong in an intensive care ward. Kee-rist! I wonder if I'm the only guy who ran out of steam before midnight!"

Denise and Jack entered the Lafayette cottage quietly, but the door to Sandy's room was closed, and her mother was certain that nothing short of a major explosion would awaken her.

They built drinks, took them to the master bedroom, and turned on the FM radio while they got settled. Calypso music filled the room, and Denise lay lewdly in the center of the big bed, wiggling her ass on the sheets and tossing her pelvis in rhythmic bumps that forced Jack to stare in awe at her dexterity.