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Chapter 7

Sue Bender had enjoyed the buttfuck supplied by Nick the surfer. But she rather preferred to fuck in the comfort of a regular bed as opposed to that of the incredible van. It was only natural that she suggest to Nick that they return to her apartment. And it was only natural for Nick to agree.

"Wow," he said, looking around Sue's livingroom when they first arrived, "this place is too much."

Sue's job at the aircraft company paid her exceptionally well. Andshe'd spenther moneyon paintings by contemporary artists, on modern lighting gizmos, on plush furniture and carpeting, and on just about whatever she liked. "You like this place?" she asked Nick as she shut the door.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "It's really far out." He was staring at one picture in particular. It was an oil painting in reds and browns. Even the flesh of the models was more red than pink. They were posed one inside the other, the woman with her back to the man, in his arms, she holding on tight to his legs.

"That's nice," said Nick. "I like that."

"Want something to drink?" asked Susan. She watched the surfer roam slowly through the livingroom. His long dark body and bleached hair reminded her of herbrother, Charley.

"No," said Nick, coming to his senses. "I'm not really thirsty."

"I've got some fine wine," said Susan. "You sure?"

"Well," said Nick, "maybe just a little." Susan smiled, pleased with herself for being so hospitable. She went to the kitchen, in search of the wine and when she found it and was headed back to the livingroom with a couple of glasses an idea hit her. She stopped and removed her bathing suit. "Why not," she thought to herself. "It's my house, I've fucked him once already. I want to do it again, I can go nude if I want to." She picked up the bottle of wine and the glasses and headed for the livingroom in a new friendly spirit.

Young Nick had his back to her. He was inspecting a chrome overhead lamp, admiring the thing when Susan said, "Your wine, Monsieur." He turned around and smiled to see Susan standing stark naked at the coffee table. She was pouring the wine.

Nick immediately slid out of his surfing trunks. His pink member flashed crimson for a moment and then hung pink and limp. He made his way over to the table and couch."Just half a glass for me." He couldn't take his eyes off of lovely Susan's fine large tits and soft damp bush. But when she turned around and bent over to pick up a piece of paper off the carpeting, Nick was overwhelmed. Susan's asshole loomed in front of him like a perfect passion-pit.

Her moon-shaped asscheeks spread wide and flopped sideways leaving her hole entirely unprotected. "Mmmm," he sighed, reaching a hand to one side of the fine cavity. "That's nice."

Susan stood up slowly. "Why thank you," she said.

"Lemme give you a quick goose," said Nick.

Susan was happy to oblidge. She bent over and took her ankles in Nick's described manner. He slid a finger, up to the first knuckle, into her still wet asshole. "Ahhh," she sighed, "very nice."

"Yeah," said Nick, removing the digit. "Time for a little wine." He took the glass poured by Susan and they sat down next ot each other on the couch.

Susan noticed immediately that Nick's cock had gone from soft to hard with only one quick feel of her asshole. "You get stiff really fast," she said, sliding her free hand down to his prick.

"Yeah," he said. "I guess you do that to me." He watched her jerk lightly on his red penis meat. Her hand had a good hold, like a small fist on a baseball bat, and she pulled smoothly up and down the length of his ready prick.

"You know, Nick," Said Susan, "I really like you a lot."

"We only just met," said Nick, beginning to blush. He couldn't be sure if it was the fine stimulation at his dick or the wonderful compliment from Susan. In any event, his face filled with blood and he flushed red.

"You're blushing." said Susan, smiling at the young surfer. "It's really cute to see a man blush." She was about to put down her wine and use both hands to pull his meat, but the phone rang. She reached to her feet where it jangled and considered not answering at all. But an impulse brought the phone to her ear.

"Hello."

It was Carla, her brother's girlfriend and she related a kind of sad story about how it looked like she and Charley would be breaking up. She wanted to know if she could come over and talk with Susan and maybe commiserate for a while. Susan said it would be alright, that she'd be home.

"Who was that?" asked Nick the surfer as he sipped at his wine.

"My brother's girlfriend, Carla," said Sue. "She'll be coming over in a little while.

"The more the merrier," said Nick. "Do you think she'll understand if she finds us like this?"

The wine that Susan had drunk so far hard worked very rapidly. "Sure," she said. "Why, not? It's my house, isnt't it? If she wants to come over here," she scoffed, pouring herself another glass of wine, "she'll have to undress and join in the festivities. It's that simple."

"Right," said Nick, finishing off his wine and pouring himself another. "Good thinking."

"Damn straight," lisp Susan. "Now, where were we when I was so rudely interrupted? "Oh, yes," she said, espying Nick's big stiff dick, "it all comes back to me now." She smiled and put down her glass. She slid both hands into Nick's lap and followed herself by landing between his spread legs. "Mmmm," she hummed. "Just look at that thing! Big and shiny and ready to go. She took hold of Nick's prick and with both fist still not covering it up, she slid the remaining portion into her succulent mouth.

"Ooooooh," said Nick, finishing off what wine remained in his glass, "that's good." He put his empty glass down on the coffee table behind Susan. His hands went naturally to her smooth shoulders and lovely silky hair. "You're very nice to me, Susan. You know that?"

She looked up, holding his dick out of mouth and against the cheek of her face.

She slid her hand slightly along the slippery wet shaft as she spoke, "Well, you deserve it, Nick. You gave me a very good fuck out there in your van. My asshole will never be the same, thanks to you." She smiled and then went back to her business with the surfer's big stiff cock. She popped the head of the prick between her lips and rubbed it gently.

"Oh, yeah!" said Nick. "Right on baby!" He watched her move gracefully up and down the length of his dick. Then he watched her remove one hand and slide it between his fanny and the couch. She brought a finger up into his bunghole and continued to suck him off.

"You got me going now, Sue," he said. "Far fucking out!" He squirmed on her worm-like finger and his cock slid farther into her face. She took to sucking him slightly faster, moving her face more actively up and down his fat steaming prick. Her lips kept a trickle of saliva going for lubrication.

"Mmmmm," said Nick. "This is going to be nice." He ran his hands through Susan's dark hair. He was about to take hold of her face and bring her up to sea-level when there was a knock at the front door.

"Shit!" said Susan. "That's probably Carla already."

Nick started to get up. "Sit down," said Susan. "Carla seen plenty of hard-ons, Nick. I'll explain to her if she wants to come in and tell us her hard luck story, she'll have to go along with what we're in to. It's that simple." she smiled and gave his dick another short lick. The broadside of her tongue slid neatly along theheady mushroom tip. Then she stood up and waved her fanny as she made her way to the front door.

Sure enough, the visitor was Carla. "Come in," said Susan. "We're just talking about you."

Carla smiled. "I see," she said flashing on Susan's nudity. "Lounging about or what?"

Susan shut the door behind her. "Actually, we were just about to get heady."

"Ah ha," said Carla. "Maybe I should come back a little later or something?"

"no, no, no," said Nick. He stood up from the couch. His prick had softened somewhat. "We were just having a little talk, that's all. You know, about the surf and all."

"He's a surfer," explained Susan. "You know, he's got a board and a tan and scarred knees and all." She smiled demurely.

"Yes," said Carla,investigating Nick'sattractive shape. "I know." She looked him up and down. "I guess once you think about it," she addresses Susan, "it's only natural that you should be running around nude in your own apartment."

"Quite," said Susan. She knew already what her brother's girlfriend had in mind. Carla was no slouch. She was ready and hot to trot on a moment's notice.

"If I'mnot interrupting," she whispered to Susan, "I'd like to join you two."

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Nick who had overheard the secret request.

"It'll be our pleasure."

"Yes," said Susan accepting gracefully the notion of sharing her new stud boyfriend.

"We'll talk about Charley later," said Carla, undoing the buttons on her blouse.

Nick watching her with avid interest. She removed her blouse and he saw that she had big tits unencumbered by the presence of a slim bra he sat back down on the couch and took a long gulp of wine. "wow!" he said. "This is going to be alright!"

"Take it easy there, big fellow," said Carla. "You might have more on your hands than you can handle." Carla slipped out of her tight white levis and revealed a lovely nude crotch. She wore no underwear. Her bush glistened in the early afternoon sunlight. Her legs glistened in the early afternoon sunlight.

Her legs were long and skinny, covered nicely by a mellow tan. She had mousy brown hair and a slender face, angled narrowly at the jaw. For the most part she looked like the kind of girl who'd been ignored as a highschool student, but when she fully blossomed in her late teens had turned into a lovely woman.

"You know," said Nick, "you can come over her and tell me about yourself if you want."

Susan winked at Carla. Both girls knew that the boy was a little young. "Sure," said Carla, "I'll tell you all about everything." She walked gracefully to the couch.

Nick couldn't take his eyes off her lovely narrow tits. They were small round fir affairs, with big dark nipples in the center. Unlike Susan, Carla had little titties, baby mouthfuls. Nick was sure he would enjoy the contrast. He poured Carla a glass of wine which she thanked him for.

"You know," said Susan, easing her bottom down on the other side of Nick,

"Carla and I are awfully lucky to have a nice strong stud like you, Nick, to take care of us." She ran her finger lightly along his arm and hand, down to where he held his glass of wine. She took the glass out of his hand and put it down on the coffee table.

"Yes," said Carla, putting her glass down, too, "it would be really boring if Susan and I had to spend the afternoon just sitting around doing nothing at all, just day dreaming and wondering when we'd meet a big strong surfer like you." She slid her hand along one hairy thigh. Her fingers landed at his knee and then she moved slowly back in the other direction. When she came to the fold where his leg worked up into his crotch, she let her hand drift slowly toward his cock. "Of course," she said, removing her hand altogether and picking up her glass of wine, "you might not be in to the kind of sex that I enjoy. I don't know, I might just be wasting my time." She took a long sip of her wine.

"Well, said Nick, putting his hand between Carla's lovely nubile legs, "I'm the kind of guy who doesn't mind experimenting, Carla. I think you'll be able to get just about whatever you want."

Carla blushed. "Is he for real?" she asked Susan.

"Really," said Susan, sliding her hand down to Nick's crotch. "He gave me one of the best know what's."

"In that case," said Carla, "allow me to get a good feel of that prick of his.

Just to make sure I know what i"m getting involved with." She reached down, alongside Susan's hand, and pressed her fingers up along Nick's meat. "It's very tender," she said, stroking the stiffening prick with the backs of her fingers. "Nice."

"Far fucking out!" said Nick. "This is like a dream come true."

"Yes it is,' said Carla. "But it's a little uncomfortable like this. Wouldn't you say so, Susan?"

"Yes, absolutely." She took hold of Nick's cock and pulled slightly. Somehow he knew that he was supposed to get up. She led him like that, bye the cock, to the bedroom. Carla followed from behind. They all three moved slowly. The girl behind Nick slid her hand gracefully along the groove in his ass. Susan continued to lead him bye the cock.

"I feel like the best kept prisoner in the world," muttered Nick.

He stretched out on the bed. Susan laid down with her back to him and up higher on the bed. Her ass was in his face. "Dom something nice with my asshole, Nick.

Just ot show Carla that we're good friends."

Nick looked around and then eyed the pliant orifice in front of his face. One bung hung sideways and obstructed his otherwise clear view. He pulled that buttocks up and away and slid a finger down to the neat shithole. With one quick jerk of his hand, he landed a knuckle's worth of digit up Susan's anus.

"Aaaaah," she creamed already. "See what I mean, Carla?"

"Yes," said Carla, her tits feeling special little chills curl around them. "I see exactly what you mean." She laid down on the bed behind Nick. With one of his buns in either hand, she split open his biggous moon. "Mmmm," she hummed on first sight of the crevice within. "You have a perfect little orifice there, Nick."

"You like my asshole?" asked Nick as he continued to finger-fuck Susan's shit canyon. "You really like it? I mean you wouldn't kid me?"

"I wouldn't kid you," said Carla. She pressed her titties, small though they were, to the backs of Nick's legs. Then she slid her face between the parted asscheeks. "Yes," she said, her voice muffled by the assflesh. "I like this hole a great deal."

Carla's tongue slid like a hot wet poker into the area surrounding Nick's sphinctermuscle. His analcavity itched for her prodding tongue. He worked steadily on Susan's asshole, however, pretending that a nice wet tongue on his butt was merely standard procedure.

But when Carla's mouth muscle arrived in the orifice, Nick's heart practically jumped out of his rib cage. "Fucking far out!" he wailed. "Aaaaaah."

"Mmmmmm," hummed Carla, her tongue actively creasing the iris muscle.

"mmmmmmm." The tip of her wet mouth organ tickled the curled fleshy shithole muscle. The ring of flesh contracted and expanded involuntarily with each deft stroke from Carla's darting tongue. She pulled out for a breather, "I think our surfer friend, Susan, likes a good ream."

"You know he does," said Susan for her side of the surfer's body. "Every time you poke your tongue in there his finger fuck up my asshole gets better. So keep up the good work." She spread her legs and scissored Nick's erect cock between her calves. Lightly she rubbed his shaft with the smooth skin of her lower legs.

"Aaaaah," said Nick. It was hard to tell if it was the strange stimulation on his cock, or the diligent work in his asshole which turned him on. In any event, however, he moaned and groaned in total ecstasy.

"I think it's time," suggested Carla, extracting her tongue from the wet bunghole, "that we get into something a little more vigorous."

"Sure, said Nick, his cock flashing from pink to red to purple. He could feel the saliva oozing from his anus hole. "Who wants to be first?"

"You go first," said Susan to Carla. "I'll make sure he gets in and then work out on your clit."

"Fantastic," said Carla. "If anything will take my mind off my love problems, I'll be a good orgasm."

Nick turned around. Carla showed him her ass by laying on her side. She lifted her right leg and gave him access to the sphincter space between her thin buttocks. "You know," he said, "for a skinny broad you have a nice fat asshole."

"Why thank you," she sighed. "Would you mind putting something in there?"

"Not at all," said Nick. He lifted his cock and ran it lightly, like a sword into a sheath, between her cherry buttocks. He reached down and took hold of each bun, split the canyon open as if he had used a wedge and a hammer and slid his cock into the iris muscle.

"Aaaah," said Carla, "That's a little more like it!" She lowered her right leg and her buttocks clamped down on Nick's firm cock shaft.

Susan took her position; she laid down with her face at Carla's cunt.Carla discovered,coincidentally,that Susan's pussy was available for a light tonguing.

So the daisy chain went like this" Nick had his cock lodged firmly in Carla's asshole. Carla had her tongue in Susan's pussy. And Susan at Carla's twat.

There was enough juice flowing to float a ship.

"Ooooooh, God," cried Carla, overwhelmed by the massive amount of stimulation being applied to her body. "It's far fucking out!"

"Yeah," said Nick. "You got a nice fat butt for me, baby." He slid his hips in an undulating motion. Forward, deep into her asshole crotch, his prick penetrated.

"Uuuuumph," cried Carla. "He's big." Her cries were muffled by Susan's thighs and juicing bush. Carla's tongue worked diligently inside Susan's pussy on the erect clit meat she found so readily available to stimulation.

"Mmmmm." she hummed, as Nick stuffed her asshole with plenty of cock meat. Each thrust into her hole inspired her tongue to gouge Susan's clit channel.

"Aaaaaaah," cried Susan. "Good, good, good!" She slid her tongue far into Carla's pussy which began to contract involuntarily around the stimulating mouth muscle. Susan leaned back a little and watched her friend's pussy juice.

"You coming?" she asked.

"Not yet," answered Carla, "but another few minutes of this and it will be no problem to flood this entire house with clit juice."

"Hooray," said Nick, firming his hips for a giant thrust forward.

"Oooooh, God damn fuck!" cried Carla. "Stop that!"

But it was too late. Nick wrapped his arm around Carla's waist. He pushed Susan aside, out of the way, and rolled the skinny girl who squirmed under the pressure of his terrific hot cock onto her belly. His dick slid upwards, further into her shit canyon than she considered likeable. "You dirty fuck!" she cried. "What the hell do you think I am? Some kind of waste basket?

Nick paid no attention. He used his muscle to pull her up off the sheets. Her legs automatically spread open. He filled the breach with another quick thrust from his mighty pole.

"Ooooooh, fucking-A," screamed Carla. "Get this God damn gorilla off my back!

Before he destroys me! Oooooh, shit!"

Susan started forward, tried to grab Nick bythe shoulders. She climbed up onto his back and pulled him around the neck. But the surfer's strength and commitment to the asshole under attack was too much for her. She couldn't even make him budge.

"Oooooh, fucking-A," cried Carla. "Get that prick out of-Ooooooh, God damn!"

Nick had slammed another inch of meat into her asshole. He drilled her with his rod, filled her shit canyon with so much meat that she couldn't even move. All of the hip rolling and pelvis rocking was done bye the surfer. And there was a lot of it, too.

His ass flew up in the air and cam down like a pneumatic drill of jackhammer.

He beat his flesh into Carla's asshole and she didn't have a prayer.

"Carla! Carla!" hollered Susan. "Are you o.k.?"

Carla's face had gone deep red. She had a look of resignation and fright on her face. She was concentrating on trying to keep her butt in one piece.

"Uuuuumph," she grunted. "It's almost over. He's throbbing."

Sure enough, Nick's dick was trembling with orgasmic power. He shot forward, jerked his hips, and sprayed the inside the Carla's bowels with fresh hot jism.

His penis twitched andscratched atthe liningunder Carla's sphincter muscle. He flooded the breach with hot sticky cum. Then he yanked his dick out her torn flesh and shredded asshole and lay back in a daze.

"Carla, Carla," screamed Susan. "Are you o.k.?"

"I don't know," said Carla in a wispy voice. "look back there and see if I still have an asshole, will ya?"

Susan leaned down on the other side of Carla and looked into the crack. She plyed open the creamy bunsand discovered a little redness surrounding the anus cavity. But otherwise Carla's asshole looked like it was probably just a little bruised. "It looks alright," she said.

"It's so hot," said Carla.

"Here," suggested Susan, "why don't I give you a little licking cool off?"

"Would you?" asked Carla in a plaintive voice. "That would help, I think."

"Sure," said Susan Bender. She leaned down between the red buttocks and applied her tongue to the sore hole. Within a few minutes she's licked up the brackish fluid, and had massaged her girlfriends back to comfort. All with the delicate use of her long narrow tongue.

"Oh," said Carla, "that's much better. Thanks, Susan. You weren't kidding about him were you?"

"Nope," said Susan. "He's really amazing isn't he?"

"Amazing isn't the word," said Carla. She scratched her twat and looked up at Susan. "You know, you didn't get much out of all of that."

"That's o.k.," said Susan. "I don't think I want to risk his irrational passions today."

"What about mine?" said Carla. "Just for old time's sake?"

"Really," said Susan. "Would you want to?"

"Yeah, sure, shy not?" The Carla cast a fearful look in the direction of the resting surfer, Nick. "But not in here. I don't want to be around when super prick wakes up."

"In the livingroom," said Susan, easing herself off the bed. She stopped at the nightstand and pulled out a plastic electric dildo. "I'll bring this just in case."

"Good," said Carla. "As far as lubricant in concerned, I've got plenty of that right here." She slid a finger down into her twat channel.

"Me, too," said Susan Bender. "Forward with vigor." She put a clenched fist into the air and led the way to the livingroom.

"How do you want me to do it?" as Carla. "First with my tongue."

"That would be swell," said Susan.

Carla leaned between Susan's self-spread cheeks. She slid her tongue up and down the groove. "Aaaaah," creamed Susan Bender. "That's the kind of soft treatment that I can't refuse." Her hips wandered left and right, this way and that.

Carla pumped the tip of her mouth muscle into the begging anal hole. "Mmmm," she hummed. "Yum, yum, yum."

Susan blurted out, "That's delicious!" She wagged her fanny. Carla spread the flopping cheeks with her smooth graceful hands. With Susan's buttocks splayed open, Carla could provide enough tongue to satisfy a horse's asshole. "Yee, Gods," cried Susan, "that's a prick in itself."

"Yeah," grunted Carla, "My tongue comes in handy every now and then."

When Susan's cunt-like bunghole had received so much stimulation that she was close to orgasm, Carla picked up the electric prick and slid it down, into her own pussy. When the head of the device whirred smoothly and was covered with her own clit juice, she lifted it to Susan's asscrease. "Here you, So," she said. "Just a hint of what's to come."

The vibrating penis shook the floppy buns like a mixer. Rolls and tremors passed along Sue's stimulated asscheeks. "Ooooooh. Nice." Carla worked carefully to make sure she applied the dildo just the way she'd like to have it worked on her own ass. She held the point above the asshole muscle between Sue's creamy buns. Slowly but sure she applied more and more pressure.

"Mmmmmm. Give em a little more," said Sue. She was on her hands and knees. She rocked her butt backwards and the dildo slid forward into her naked asshole.

"You look so prettylike that," commentedCarla, flashing the dildo deeper and closer to the circle of ass meat muscle.

"Carla," gasped Susan, "do me a favor, will ya?"

"Sure, anything."

"Rub my clit."

Carla reached a quick hand around Sue's waist and came up inside her twat channel. She located the obvious clit meat. It was stout and twitching. She sandwiched the meaty piece of sensitized flesh between her knowing thumb and index finger. She tugged lightly and then worked miniature circles around the base of the thing. Soon Susan was juicing so profusely that Carla's hand was covered with fresh wet ease juice.

"Rub harder," said Susan. "And give me more of the prick."

Carla followed the orders. She slid the dildo down into the sphincter muscle.

"Perfect," moaned Susan. "It's gonna be a biggie." She swung her backwards, onto the plug of the plastic cock, and stuffed her asshole with th vibrator.

Her hips jammed left and right and no amount of sword-like penis could have given her any better thrill. She gyrated and ground her pussy hard against Carla's pressing fingers. "Uuuuumph."

"You're coming," said Carla. "I can feel it, all the juice."

"Yyyyyyeeeeesssss," moaned Susan. She fell off and away from dildo and Carla's hand. She lay in a king of fetal position, curled up and shaking with sexual energy. "It's so nice." She was in orgasmic heaven.

Carla leaned down to Susan's asshole and slid her tongue down the asscrease, licking out the last vestiges of hollowness. She made sure that as Susan floated down from the terrific high of coming that she was in a pleasant state of mind.

"Oooooh," said susan, running her hand through Carla's long hair, "that was so nice!"

"Really," said Carla. "Much better than talking about old boyfriends and husbands."

"For sure," said Susan. But in the back of her mind she wondered what would happen that night when she hat to meet up with Jack. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other. She knew what she wanted from him and she wondered if he should be willing to supply it, He was, after all, the same husband who six months before had refused her his golden rod up her asshole.

She wondered if perhaps he's changed.