Chapter 6

All evening, Ross Ordwell had been eyeing Coral McNally with just a little more lust than he expended in his gazes at the other females. He found himself developing the galloping hots for the luscious strawberry blonde, and he thought that she had given him several unusually sultry and meaningful looks in return.

There was something about the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her. So he stayed alert at all times, and was prepared when the spontaneous mating moment arrived.

When he eased her out the doorway of the Cartwright cottage, his hand warmly caressing the small of her back, his prick was so hard and erect that it jabbed her in the left cheek of her ass.

"Anxious brute, isn't he?" Coral giggled as she ran across the porch and onto the beach. Ross hurried to catch up with her. They walked from that point on -- a fast walk, but still a walk, rather than a run. They realized that they wanted to conserve their energies for more important exercise.

"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," Ross told her as they rounded the southeast corner of the lake and crossed the beach in front of the McNally cottage. "If there was a way to duplicate myself, I'd do it... just so several of me could molest the hell out of you at once -- some eating you, some screwing you, some fucking you in that lovely mouth -- Christ! I almost go out of my gourd just thinking about it!"

"I think I prefer one Ross at a time," she told him. "You should, too. If there were several of you gang-banging me, each one would get a share of the fun. We can give you all their shares by taking one step at a time. Besides... I don't know if I could take on so many Rosses at once. I seem to remember being pretty sore and tender after our last session!"

They entered the McNally cottage quietly until Coral saw that the door to Tom's soundproof room was closed; then she went to the bar, turned on the stereo tape player, and waved a hand at the back bar.

"Make me something sexy to drink," she told him. "I'll be right back."

"I've been making it all evening," he quipped. "And keeping it hot for you." Her liquid laughter trailed behind her as she disappeared into the bathroom. Ross built her a time bomb: Green Chartreuse, vodka, Angostura and water. He buzzed it in the mixer and poured it over the rocks. Then he poured himself a Scotch and water.

Coral collected Ross and the drinks and steered the party to the bedroom. She tasted her Seducers Special, rolled her eyes at him, and set it on her nightstand with a respectful caution.

"That has an air of potency about it," she said.

"To be sipped slowly and often," Ross told her, taking a big swallow of his own drink before setting it down. He took her in his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her nipples as they stabbed him in the chest.

His hands explored her from shoulders to butt, then rounded her very female hips and pulled her to him. His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed pleasurably as she felt its virile hard-on against her skin.

Their lips met, opened, slithered together. Their tongues began thrusting, seeking, fucking at the hot moist mouths that panted with increasingly hot breath. Moans crept into the kissing. Now and then one of them would bite gently, nipping the other's tongue or lip excitedly.

They eased onto the bed, and soon Ross had Coral stretched out in quivering perfection, completely vulnerable to him. He kissed her tits, nibbled around the firm mounds, bit and sucked the puffy nipples, and milked them.

He licked and kissed his way down her belly and into the bright rose-gold floss of her cunt hair. Her body was shaking and she whimpered and gasped as he split her cunt with eager thumbs and pressed his mouth to the hot, wet slit.

His tongue slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick lips and massaged them tantalizingly. He let the tip of his tongue contact the peeping tip of her erect clitoris, and she cried out to him.

"Oh, Ross! Give it a few sucks!" Her voice was desperately eager, and he seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward.

Coral squealed happily and Ross mouthed the little bud closer to its base; he milked it, sliding it within its delicate mantle, back and forth, back and forth. Coral began to moan loudly as the thrills became unbearable.

He switched again, surprising her with another suck that made her clit seem to swell to double its normal size. She groaned as if he had hit her in the belly with his fist. Her thighs gripped his head firmly and her ass nibbled at the sheets as she tightened her butt cheeks in reflex.

"ARGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook with the force of a tremendous orgasmic wave. He felt the quiverings of her cunt as the inner lips vibrated against his chin, and he heard the faint gurglings as her juice was squished around in her convulsing cunt.

He sucked again, hard, and she shrieked as she moved her thighs to tear his head from her crotch. He got out of the way and ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes where it had been mussed by her legs.

Coral lay still, moaning softly and gasping as the thrills continued to race through her, slower and slower, until she was able to let her feet down onto the bed. But she kept her eyes closed for several minutes.

"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same time?" she said. "They'd have to carry me away in a basket!" Her eyes fluttered open and their green depths seemed to be burning hotly, with little flames of brighter green flashing at him.

"I yielded to your idea of one step at a time," Ross told her. "And I'm ready for the next step." He grinned, arching his eyebrows in a Satanic leer.

"Stinker!" she said. "If you were in my place, would you want me to give you a breather?"

"Okay," he conceded. "Golden Rule prevails. But I'm so eager to shove my cock in that juicy nest of yours that I can't promise how long I'll wait."

"Wellll..." she hesitated. "You can stick it in me whenever you want. Just don't start fucking until I cool down a little, okay? And try not to touch my clitty. It's hot enough to melt!"

Ross looked at the pulsing mouth of her wet cunt. It was still slavering from her potent spasms, but it gave him the illusion of drooling at the thought of eating his cock. The mental image made his prick throb so hard he groaned.

"Jesus, Coral!" he grumbled. "The way I feel right now, when I stick this thing in you, I'd better work fast. I remember the way your cunt feels. You're so slick and warm and busy in there, it almost milks me off just to fuck into you a couple of licks!"

As he spoke, Coral saw a pearly drop gather at the tip of his Mans, and knew he was loaded and cocked, with a hair trigger that could be set off at any moment.

"Oh, Ross!" she cried. "Punch that thing into my hole! I can't stand the thought of losing any of your hot cum. I want it spurting into my womb!" Her thighs spread open to him and he gave a sharp cry as he knelt between them and laid the wet knob of his prick in the fluttering entrance of her steamy swat.

"Coral... baby!" he said hoarsely as he shoved his whang into her hole. It slid along the clasping walls, plowing her elastic wrinkles aside and expanding her cunt with the swollen bulk of his cock in a single, controlled thrust.

Her heavy creaming had oiled the way for him and he began to fuck her with long, slick shoves that buried his knob at the door to her womb while her cunt wrapped itself wetly around him and hugged his prick in hungry swallowings.

"Oohhh... lover!" she moaned. "I'm having... little comes... all the time! And there's a... big one on the way!" She grunted and bucked under his determined fuckings, their sloppy connection gurgling and splatting with each stroke.

"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the big one grab onto her and tighten every muscle in her body. "Come in me, Ross!"

He screwed into the bottom of her well, felt the nibbling of her avid uterus as it reached down into her cunt for the payload, then squirted his slimy seed in spastic jets, flooding her snatch completely.

The moment she was free of the orgasmic grip that had seized her, she began sobbing with joy. Her legs and arms clung to him, as if she wanted to keep his cock inside her cunt forever. He tensed his sphincter muscle, making the semirigid shaft and knob swell and pulse inside her hole.

"Oh Ross... if they all were like this... I wouldn't care if they did... carry me away in a basket!" Tears of ecstatic joy ran down her cheeks onto the pillow. She started to giggle, almost hysterical with pleasure.

Ross grinned down at her and flexed his cock once more, swelling it against the still spasming embrace of her swat. He reached down and patted her ass affectionately.

"You don't mind, do you, if I fight off those guys with the basket for a while?" he asked. "I figure I've got at least one more round left in this gun -- maybe more, after all the oysters I ate this afternoon -- and I'm damned if I want to try to fuck you in a basket!"