Jack ha no intentions of stopping. He worked her clit with one hand and with the other held her buttocks apart to permit an easy use of his powerful meat.
She cringed to fell his whip like action slashing her crack even more open.
'Oh, Christ!' she moaned. 'Here we go!'
Linda was have her orgasm. Her hips rolled against the mighty rod. She suffered him to come into her another inch or two. Her asshole split open wide, permitted the cock to move easily, like a dick in a cunt. Her iris muscle expanded to sizes Jack had never thought possible. Her juice poured steadily down her loins and she gasped and grunted as the rolling orgasmic energy poured out of her asshole crevice. 'Oh, God,' she cried. 'It's too good to believe!'
He began to throb into Linda's asshole. Her shouting and panting and hollering has been as much of a stimulation as her asshole itself. She rocked his throbbing hot cock back and forth, jerked his twitching mushroom prick head off, and the jism was milked out of his cock shaft. 'Oh, shit,' he grunted, slamming hard now. 'Here I go, too.'
'Mmmmmm,' hummed Linda. 'Do it, Jack. Do it!'
He shot his wad this way and that. There was no telling where the hot jism was going. One thing was for sure: the asshole canyon had been flooded with juice bye the time Jack jerked his rodout. The shithole leakedjuice everywhere. Linda fell into a slump, moaning and breathing hard.
Jack looked down at his cock. 'You know,' he said. 'I think I'm getting the hand of this buttfucking action.'
'Yeah?' said Linda. 'You think so?' She had one hand in her asshole trying to wipe away the plentiful fluid.
'Yup,' said Jack. 'I may be ready to fuck my wife's hole pretty soon.'
'Oh, I get it,' said Linda. 'You're just practicing for the home game?'
'Something like that,' said Jack. 'And sandy Cliff is like the playing field.
You know what I mean?'
'Sure,' said Linda, a little sad to find out that Jack was only using her.
'Sure,' she repeated. 'I understand.'
Jack leaned close to her. 'Now, baby, you know this is all in fun.' He caressed her tit.
'Yeah,' she said. 'I know. Besides, that was great ream for my asshole. I like you a lot for that.' She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. 'You really know how to ream me good, Jack. I think your wife will be pleased.'
Jack was delighted to hear that he'd given the girl a good buttfuck. He looked forward to what would happen that night when he applied the same technique to his wife Susan's fine shithole.
Chapter 9
When Jerry left Cindy at his apartment he was about an hour late for work at the Pier Side Club. He'd been late before and his boss Stan or one of the other lifeguards had always covered for him. He hurried down the boardwalk and made his way through the locker rooms out to poolside.
Up on the platform keeping a sharp eye on the swimmers below was Stan. 'Jerry,' he called, 'you're late. Get on up here.'
Jerry climbed the ladder up to the clubhouse and viewing deck. 'Sorry boss,' he said. 'A little personal matter.'
'No problem,' said Stan in a surprisingly good mood. 'You know that dish you laid on me this morning?'
'Dawn?' said Jerry.
'Yeah,' said Stan, making room for the young employee to sit down. 'She had just what I needed.'
'What was that?' asked Jerry with a knowing grin. 'A big set of tits?'
'You know better than that,' said Stan. 'Her asshole was about as ready and heated as you'll ever find. You know what I mean?'
'Yeah,' said Jerry, wondering now where Dawn was. 'She sure did have a nice shit canyon. I kind of liked it myself.'
'Yeah,' said Stan. 'Anyhow, she's a new honorary member of the Pier Side.'
'With an asshole like hers,' said Jerry, 'it would be hard to turn her down for something in any club.'
'Yeah,' said Stan, getting up and heading for the ladder. 'Thanks again.'
'For nothing,' said Jerry. He watched Stan climb down the ladder and disappear into the poolside office. Below the viewing deck various members of the club sloshed around in the clear pool water. Jerry was concentrating on keeping a sharp eye out for any troubled swimmers when a shrill woman's voice hollered up at him: 'Hey Jerry! Long time no see!'
He looked down back behind the platform and saw the lovely woman, Anne, who used to be his girlfriend. 'Jerry,' hollered Anne, 'come on down and say hello.
Come on.'
He gave the pool a quick once over. It didn't look like anyone was in danger of drowning themselves, so he hoisted himself over the ladder and down to the deck below. 'Hi ya, Anne,' he said, giving her a big warm hug. She wore a bathrobe and a bikini and Jerry made sure to get a good experimental feel of Anne's warm body before he let go of her. 'It has been a long time,' he said.
'I know. Too long,' said Anne. She flashed her quick blue eyes and ran a hand back through her blond hair. Just then the afternoon whistle blew, a signal for the club members that in five minutes they'd be asked to leave the pool. The club closed down for an hour in order the give the staff a chance to break and clean-up before the night's activities began.
'Listen,' said Jerry, 'in another five minutes this place will be empty. Why don't you stick around?'
'I's love to,' said Anne. Her keen blue eyes twinkled. Jerry mounted the ladder one more time, waited out the departing swimmers, and then, when everything was in order, came back down to poolside. Anne was waiting for him and she asked right off: 'When do lifeguards go swimming these days?'
Jerry looked casually around the deck and pool. The members had all split. He had the entire Pier Side facility to himself, naturally, to Anne. 'Right now,' he smiled. 'Care for a swim?'
'Sure,' said Anne. 'That's really the reason I stopped by to see you.'
'And I thought it was my body you wanted, Anne,' said Jerry with a quick grin.
'Well,' she said, running one hand along his furry chest, 'that might have something to do with it.'
He started to take her arm, to embrace her, but she pulled away and slid out of her robe. Her big firm tits were the same as he remembered them. She had long lovely legs and comely thighs. When he was in love with her it was the factthat herlegs wereso perfectlymolded, sculptured, that mystified him. Whether she wore heels or flats or went barefoot, Anne's legs were always attractive to Jerry. She could be lying on her back or on her belly, and still he would come after her, kissing the backs of her soft satin loins. Now, as she tossed aside the terrycloth robe, the same old lust to feel her legs wrapped around his face sent blood pumping heartily up to his face.
'You're blushing,' she said, sliding over to the side of the pool. 'Jerry!
You're blushing!'
He slid a hand down along her fanny. The firm ripe cheeks of her ass were another special thrill for him. He could feel the silky flesh beneath her bikini strap and with one quick tug at the belt, the strap went loose.
'What are you doing?' she asked.
'Nobody's here,' he said. 'Everyone's out of the place for two hours before we reopen.'
Anne did have a quick survey of the pool andenvirons. The place was desolate.
'You know,' she said, no longer trying to pull on her bikini bottom, 'a swim in the nude is always nice.' She kicked off the bottom of her bikini and without Jerry's asking, she undid the top of her bathing suit, too. Her tits came flopping out.
'Your nipples aren't erect,' he said, surprised. When they lived together just his presence would bring her nipples out like mice looking for cheese. They'd pop onto position and seconds later he would land his hungry lips on one or the other tit.
