Root Rekindles Some Old Flames

Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther “The Root” Casey, it’s the late 1970’s and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university where he plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies.

Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.

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Two months into his senior year of college, dusk settled in as Lute walked across campus on his way home from an afternoon spent studying in the library. Passing through the quad in front of the Arts building, he looked up and saw a light in one of the offices and decided to take a detour.

The lit office belonged to an art history professor, Dr. Theresa Stone, “Tess” to her friends. Lute had been in one of her classes a couple of years before, and then they’d become lovers after meeting up at a wedding reception. Tess was a tall and attractive Brit in her mid-forties with a big mane of gray-streaked dark hair, a lovely rack of 36D tits, and a decidedly nasty streak, the depths of which Lute had happily plumbed during their time together.

Tess had been on sabbatical the previous year writing a book. And since Lute had been working in the city over the summer, the two hadn’t seen each other for quite a while.

The second floor offices of the Arts building were empty, so without bothering to knock, Lute quietly let himself in to Tess’s office and locked the door behind him. Looking up from her work, Tess gave him a warm smile and greeted him in her sexy patrician voice.

“Why, hello, Luther. It’s so good to see you!”

“Hello, Dr. Stone,” Lute said as he approached her chair. Then leaning down, he gave her a long kiss.

One kiss led to another, and the two lovers were soon picking up where they’d left off over a year before. With their tongues intertwined, Lute slipped a hand down Tess’s blouse and into her bra to fondle her fleshy breasts.

“Mmm…I’ve really missed you, Luther,” she sighed as his fingers circled a nipple.

Though only 21, Lute was attuned to the wants and needs of his lovers. And he’d learned early-on that Tess liked to be dominated and fucked with sinful intent.

“Are you wearing panties, Dr. Stone?” Lute whispered as they kissed.

Knowing he preferred she not wear them when they were going to be together, Tess undid the belt of her wraparound skirt and slipped it off before wriggling out of her panties. Taking her silky undergarments, Lute gave the crotch a deep sniff – a thing between them that always made her giggle – and then stuck them in his shirt pocket.

With Tess now sitting in her office chair naked from the waist down, a nice patch of dark pubes filling her crotch, Lute dropped to his knees and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Then with his head between her thighs, he planted his mouth on her vulva.

As he ran his tongue along her spread pussy he whispered, “So, have you been nasty since we were last together?”

“A little,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“Uh huh. Who with – a guy or a girl?”

“Both.”

“Cool. Tell me about the girl,” Lute said softly as he worked his tongue deeper into her fur-covered slot.

“She’s an MFA painting student. She’d never been with another woman before.”

“I see. So you seduced her, did you?”

“Yeah, I kinda’ did. But it wasn’t hard.”

“I’m sure. ‘Cause I bet she really likes these,” Lute said as he reached up and massaged her breasts.

“Yeah, she really does. Her tits are on the small side, so she loves sucking on my big tits.”

“Are you still seeing her?”

“Yeah, we still get together occasionally,” Tess groaned as she shoved her pussy harder into Lute’s face, juicy and excited for his expert attention. “She comes over to my place sometimes. And we take a long bath together and then fuck. She’s turned out to be quite the naughty little slut.”

“Nice. Maybe we can all three get together sometime, she sounds fun,” Lute suggested, remembering a couple of memorable threesomes he and Tess had done together, “Okay, so what about guys?”

Sighing as Lute’s tongue honed in on her clit, she replied, “Well, there’s this guy from the African Studies department that I’ve seen a few times. He’s a friend of my ex-husband; a black guy from Kenya.

“With a big cock, I assume?”

“Yeah, he’s got a really nice fat cock,” Tess moaned as she leaned her head back in her chair, “Only problem is, he’s married, with a couple kids. So we’ve gotta’ be really careful.”

“Right, too bad about that,” Lute said as he began sliding his fingers into Tess’s spread pussy, “But stolen fruit is sweeter, am I right?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” she groaned as his fingers probed her twat, “His wife won’t do anal, so he loves it when I let him shove his fat cock up my ass. And when he does it makes me feel so fucking nasty. Just like a I feel right now.”

“And you like it nasty, don’t you Dr. Stone?”

“I do, thanks to you! You made me into such a nasty girl, Luther,” she said as she looked down and groaned, watching her young lover work over her shameless cunt, “I wasn’t nearly this much of a brazen strumpet before I met you!”

“And this painter chick, you’re meeting up with her tonight, am I right?” Lute said, glancing up from her pussy.

“How’d you know that?”

“You looked over at the clock when you talked about her.”

“Very astute, Mr. Casey. Yeah, I’m supposed to meet her for dinner at 8.”

“And after dinner, will you go back to your place and fuck?”

“I hope so.”

“And what will she think if your pussy is filled with cum?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m curious to find out.”

“Excellent,” Lute said as he stood up next to her office chair, “Now take out my cock and get it ready.”

It was nearly dark outside as Tess reached over and turned off her desk lamp to ensure their privacy. Then she began to undo Lute’s jeans, rubbing the huge bulge in his crotch as she did. And when she finally pulled down his briefs and released his ten-inch cock, it sprang out semi-erect, like a spring-loaded armature, thick, veiny and ready.

“Oh, god, Luther, you have such a beautiful cock!” Tess moaned as she admired his thick organ before wrapping her mouth around its bulbous head, taking it hungrily into her stretched maw.

Stepping out of his pants while she readied his turgid meat, Lute grabbed her head and pulled her deeper onto his tool, working it farther down her throat.

“That’s right, suck it!” he groaned as she gargled on his cock before pulling off to apply a big wad of spit to his shaft, and then dived back on for more.

“You are such a nasty one!” he hissed, knowing what she liked to hear, “Such a harlot!”

With her eyes watering and mascara running down her cheeks, Tess looked up at him with a lusty gaze, beyond happy to be servicing his thick organ once again.

Few men had ever made Tess swoon like Luther Casey. And as she grabbed his cock’s base and ran her tongue up and down its slick shaft, she moaned in anticipation of having his beast back inside her.

“You make me so fucking horny, Luther,” she said between slurps, “I just love being a whore for you.”

Pulling her panties from his shirt pocket, Lute ran them slowly under his nose before he slipped the silky briefs over his shaft and wrapped them around its base, letting them dangle down with his nut sac.

Early on in his muff-eating days, Lute had discovered that all women’s pussies share a common musky fragrance. But he’d also learned that each lady’s twat has its own unique scent that no amount of douching could erase. And having just gotten another heady whiff of Tess’s own vaginal aroma, he was reminded how much he enjoyed her body and its provocative scents.

As Lute mused on her aromatic qualities, Tess undid her blouse and released her big floppy tits so she could wrap them around his shaft. Loving this new sensation, Lute looked down and saw his huge cock enveloped in her fleshy breasts. Sighing at his good fortune, he dropped a load of spit down to lubricate her cleavage and remembered the first time he’d encountered Dr. Tess Stone.

It was in a large old lecture hall during his freshman year. He’d enrolled in an introductory art history course, and when Dr. Stone strode onto the stage and took the microphone to begin her introduction, he was smitten.

Her lilting British accent was beguiling in its own right. But as she stood in profile on the stage, with the beam from the slide projector outlining her unruly mane of hair and her voluptuous figure, he became transfixed. And as she moved through a series of slides on medieval art, speaking eloquently about each one, he was soon fantasizing about having her luscious tits wrapped around his cock. And by the end of that first class, he had such a raging hard-on that he had to conceal it with his backpack as he exited the hall.

As he was leaving the building after hustling into a restroom to adjust his woody, he ran into a pretty girl he’d recently met at a party who had a nice rack of her own. She’d made it very clear at the party that she was available to him whenever he wanted. So after a brief discussion they headed straight back to her dorm room where they yanked off each others’ clothes and fucked like crazy.

The girl, of course, believed she was the source of Lute’s lust, and gladly let him pound the bejeezus out of her with the biggest cock she’d ever had.

As the girl plowed through several screaming orgasms, their ruckus grew so loud that the RA knocked on the door to see if everything was okay. Her inquiry came at the same moment Lute launched a massive load of spew all over his partner’s sweet tits. Realizing what was going on, the bemused RA had scurried away.

So, Dr. Tess Stone had worked her sexual magic on young Luther from day one. And she was again fulfilling his fantasies as she slid his hefty organ back and forth between her fleshy mammaries, sucking on his cock’s nob each time it emerged from her luscious cleavage. And now, almost three years later, getting tit-fucked by her was just as sexy as Lute had imagined during that first class.

It took every bit of his restraint for Lute not to cum right then on Tess’s beautiful tits, topped with their beguiling dark areolae and nipples, but he steadied himself and held off for her grand prize.

“Come here, baby,” he said as he raised Tess from her chair and leaned her over the desk, letting her floppy tits drape across the manuscript pages she’d been editing when he arrived.

Positioning himself behind her and spreading her legs, Lute slid his cock into her ready cunt, shoving it in so hard and fast that it made her gasp, “Oh, god, Luther, yes!”

It was almost 7:30, and not wanting to make Tess late for dinner with her lover, he wasted no time and was soon fucking her with long, deep strokes, his balls slapping against her ass with each plunge of his torqued member.

“Oh, my god, yes! Yes!” Tess moaned as his cock filled her stretched cunt to a capacity she’d forgotten was possible, “Oh, fuck, yes, baby, yes!”

“Cum for me, baby,” Lute moaned, “Get your hand down there and work it!”

Shoving her hand between her legs, she began doing as he asked, furiously rubbing her fingers over her clit in just such a way to induce a gushing climax. And when she gasped and her body tensed, Lute knew it was time. So he quickly accelerated his thrusts and joined her orgasm, pumping a big load of cum into her swamped pussy.

“Yeah, there it is, baby! There it is!” he moaned as he flooded her cunt with his jism, “Tell your girlfriend this is for her! Show her what a nasty slut you are!”

Prior to meeting Lute, Tess had only been with another woman a few times, and mostly during her exploratory undergrad years. But once she began seeing Lute, she found the heightened sexuality he induced in her made her hornier than she’d been for many years. And with her erotic antenna now fully raised, she found herself attracted to both men and women, which led to some interesting trysts – including a few threesomes with some nasty women and Luther.

So as she prepared to go off to dinner, with Lute’s spunk filling her pussy and running down her thighs, she suspected some new erotic adventures were again in store for her, thanks to Luther Casey. And that was confirmed when her new girlfriend discovered her cum-filled pussy. To Tess’s delight, she hungrily licked it out while Tess gave her a play-by-play of her recent rough encounter with Lute and his ten-inch beast.

Having rekindled their relationship, Lute and Tess began enjoying each other’s company on a regular basis. And this worked well for Luther, because after spending the summer at a professional job in the city among older people, he found that most college-age girls held little allure for him anymore. Sure, there were plenty of sexy young ladies ready and willing to spread their legs for him. But his tastes now skewed to more seasoned partners.

And a few weeks later when he joined Tess and her new girlfriend for a night of wild sex that lasted into the wee morning hours, Lute was reminded how he was especially well-suited for threesomes. There were definitely exceptions, but he had discovered that most women couldn’t keep him entertained for a whole night.

For some women, the sheer size of his cock overwhelmed them, and their pussies couldn’t handle a second or third round of fucking. And for others, one huge load of Lute’s cum was all they could take, regardless of where it was delivered.

On a good night, Lute was capable of three sizeable cumshots, and he always relished the last as much as the first. So finding a single partner willing and able to keep up with him was rare. As a result, he was learning that bedding down with two hot ladies who dug him as well as each other was a great solution.

So as he walked on the downtown square one fine fall Thursday afternoon, having just stopped at the office supply store for a new typewriter ribbon, Lute was pleased to see a bright red Porsche 911 Turbo pull up and park by a row of shops across the square. Knowing the sleek car could belong to only one person in town, he smiled and watched as a beautiful woman emerged from the driver’s side door.

Observing her from afar, the cliche “she looks like a million bucks” came to mind. Which made Lute chuckle, since he knew her net worth made that figure an understatement by a factor of at least a hundred.

The woman exiting the Porsche was Alexandra Richter, another of Lute’s older lovers. But their relationship was unlike any he’d ever had. Alex was a statuesque beauty in her late forties, and married to Max, a much older and very wealthy German who had come to the US to attend the university and then gone on to start a successful business, becoming very wealthy in the process.

Patrons of the arts, the Richter’s were generous supporters of the university’s performing arts programs and had funded the construction of the new music recital hall.

Max, now in his eighties, was a devoted husband but admittedly unable to satisfy his wife’s voracious sexual appetites. As a result, he agreed to her having other lovers, but with the stipulation they be paid for their time and services, allowing Max to view them as his “employees,” which assuaged his ego.

Max had invited Lute to join Alex’s coterie of lovers after she’d spied him at a jazz performance with his trio, and then overheard in the ladies room that he was especially well-endowed. So, with a promise to be discrete – which explained why none of Lute’s friends or family knew about Alex – Lute became her gigolo. And a highly paid one at that.

As he cut across the courthouse lawn towards her car, Lute saw Alex go into a gift shop. Spying a sidewalk bench near where she’d parked, he made his way over and sat down, pulling a book out of his pack to pass the time while awaiting her return.

It wasn’t long before he saw Alex exit the shop and head his direction. And as he watched her approach, he was taken aback by what a stone cold fox she was. Her light brown hair was pulled back, her lovely face shone, and her beautiful breasts and hips swayed in her understated but expensive outfit – a golden brown knit ensemble that perfectly accentuated her body, finished off with a pair of fashionable knee-high suede boots.

When she got closer and recognized Lute, she broke into a warm smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Richter,” Lute said when she got near, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

Reaching out to shake his hand like an old friend, she replied softly, “It is a lovely day, Luther. And it’s just gotten so much better!”

The two chatted amiably for a few minutes before she asked if he was busy later that evening. Max was in Germany taking care of some family business and she was on her own – having just arrived in town the day before to attend a board meeting for the music school’s foundation, which was convening in an hour.

Learning he was on his way home, she suggested he go into the alley behind the shops where they wouldn’t be seen, and she’d swing around and give him a ride.

The alley was deserted, so when Lute climbed into her car a few minutes later, Alex leaned over and gave him a long, hungry kiss.

“It’s so good to see you again, Luther,” she whispered between kisses, “I’ve missed you more than you can imagine.”

“Mmm…I’ve missed you too,” Lute replied as he fondled one of her big fleshy tits.

“Max doesn’t like me to see other men when he’s not in town, but I’m willing to be a bad girl, if you’ll have me, that is,” she said as she gave him a hopeful look.

“I really like it when you’re bad.”

“I know you do. But this one will have to be off the books, so are you up for giving me a freebie?”

“Absolutely!” Lute said, liking that they could be together for once without his being a paid performer, “Where should we go?”

“Good question. We can’t be seen together at my house, or yours,” she said as she fondled his thigh and rubbed his growing member, “Any ideas?”

There were a number of motels and inns around town, though none seemed right for the occasion. But then he remembered a place that would get them away from the prying eyes of town. Telling her his plan, she readily agreed, and they headed off.

Dropping Lute at his house, they agreed she’d pick him up after her meeting. And while she was gone, Lute thought about how he could make their evening especially memorable, so he made a phone call to an old friend he knew would be ready to help.

When Alex returned a few hours later, Lute hopped in her car with an overnight bag containing a few necessities, including a change of clothes for her so she could be incognito for the rest of their evening.

Driving out of town on a winding road that followed the river, Alex kept the powerful car at a mostly legal speed while they talked and laughed, glad to be together again. The countryside was heavily wooded and the moonlit night grew darker as they drove deeper into the river valley’s forested terrain.

After they’d gone about 10 miles, Lute directed her to pull off towards some riverside cabins that were tucked behind a rustic roadhouse with a neon sign proclaiming “Ike’s Tavern.”

Alex stayed in the car while Lute went into the office and picked up the keys for the cabin he’d reserved. And while Alex went in and checked out their love nest, Lute found a tarp the desk attendant had offered him and pulled it over the Porsche, covering it from view, just in case.

When Lute had been in a rock and roll band, they’d played at Ike’s Tavern many times and always had a blast. The clientele was a fun-loving, mixed crowd of locals and college folks that came in from miles around.

And on one particular night, Lute and Laney, a vivacious waitress who raked in the tips thanks to her big tits and tight shirts, had closed out the night in one of the riverside cabins, fucking like demons. And the sight of her fleshy hooters flopping up and down as she rode him cowgirl that first night together was something he’d not soon forget. And she gave him a repeat performance whenever his band played at Ike’s.

With the distinctive Porsche hidden from view, Alex came out from the cabin, which she pronounced to be “darling”, and modeled her evening’s attire: a pair of Lute’s faded jeans tucked into her suede boots, a v-neck sweater of his that showed some nice cleavage, and her head wrapped in a silk scarf she kept in her car. She now no longer looked like the pampered trophy wife of a rich business magnate, but like a sexy lady out for a night of drinking and dancing with her hunky young boyfriend.

As they walked hand-in-hand up the path towards Ike’s, they could hear the strains of a country band and the clomping of dancers on a heavy wooden floor. And when they entered the tavern, Ike himself greeted Lute from his station behind the bar with a long and rousing “Rooooot!”

After Laney hustled them off to a table, preceded by a quick kiss for both and an exclamation of “Nice work, Root!” in reference to his lovely companion, they were set up with beers and shots, which they downed before heading onto the dance floor.

Alex was soon having the time of her life. The staid social gatherings she typically attended were no match for the raucous music and fun that now surrounded her. She beamed as she danced with Lute, reaching her arms above her head and shimmying her body in a sensual way that gave little doubt about her evening’s plans.

Lute knew most of the of guys in the band – a local favorite that had played there for years – and he admired their skill and song selection. They moved from one classic country song to the next, barely giving the dancers a chance to catch their breaths between numbers. And after sitting out a couple of songs to drink more beers and shots, Alex pulled Lute back on the floor where she learned two-step, relishing her night of blissful release.

Laney slid across the dance floor a number of times on her way to refill patron’s drink orders, and when she stopped to talk and dance with Lute and Alex, Lute slid off to the bathroom, leaving the two ladies to get acquainted, just as he and Laney had discussed earlier on the phone. And when he returned, he saw they’d hit it off, just as he’d hoped, and were letting their chests and hips rub together as they danced and talked.

Watching Laney and Alex together, Lute considered what an unlikely pair they were. Alex, a rich and beautiful patron of the arts, dancing with Laney, a pretty and fun-loving buxom blonde who drove a pick-up truck, swore like a sailor, and was a hyper-sexual switch-hitter. But Lute knew they were a particularly well-matched pair, and he suspected the ladies would now agree.

When Laney shimmied off the dance floor to resume her waitress duties, she passed Lute and gave him a wink, sliding her hand across his bulging crotch and whispered, “See you later, Root!” followed by, “That chick is fucking hot!”

When the band took a break, Lute and Alex stepped out onto the side deck to get some fresh air and were soon locked in a deep kiss.

“I’m having a such a wonderful time, Luther,” Alex whispered as she smooshed her soft tits against his chest, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I thought you might like it,” Lute replied, moving his hips forward so she could feel his thick meat, a subtle reminder of what else was in store for her that night.

Alex aligned her crotch with his growing python and wriggled her pussy against it, oblivious to the other couples close by.

The beer and shots had taken their effect and Alex was happily inebriated and horny as hell, “God, I want your big cock inside my pussy again! I want to be a very bad girl tonight, Luther! I want to be your whore.”

So when the band retook the stage for their last set, the lovers danced to a few more songs before making their goodbyes and heading back down the path to their cabin, stopping along the way to grope and kiss.

Thanks to the chilled night air, Alex’s nipples pushed through her sweater like drawer knobs, begging to be sucked. So when Lute pushed her back against a tree for another kiss, she pulled up her top and yanked down her bra so he could hungrily suck her soft melons as she again ground her pussy hard against the huge bulge in his jeans.

When they finally reached the cabin, Alex went off to the bathroom while Lute lit a fire in the big stone fireplace. And once it was going, he pulled out some extra blankets and pillows from the bedroom and made them a cozy bed in front of the fire.

As Lute reclined on the floor, scoping out spots to employ in their lovemaking, Alex returned wearing only a flannel shirt and stood directly over her young lover so he could look up and see her juicy cunt. Then after giving him a long sexy gander, she got down on her knees and straddled his head while he pushed his face up into her ready pussy.

“Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!” she whispered, “I’m so fucking horny! I wanna’ be so bad tonight! So fucking bad!”

And to confirm her readiness, Lute had only run his tongue over her cunt for a minute or so when Alex began gushing her pussy juices all over his face as she came.

“Oh…oh…oh, yes, yes!” she gasped as she shoved her twat deeper onto his mouth, roiling through her night’s first of many orgasms, “God, Luther, yes! Fuck yes!”

As she climaxed and ground on his face, Lute wriggled out of his jeans and briefs, freeing his huge cock from its restraints. Seeing his torqued member, Alex slipped off her shirt and dropped forward, gripping his veiny tool, spreading her mouth over its bulbous head, and hungrily working it into her gaping maw while her big tits flopped against him.

After not seeing each other for months, and then lusting after each other all evening, the game was now fully on as the lusty couple went at it with pent-up passion, melding their faces and bodies together like old lovers do.

Lute began rimming his tongue around Alex’s asshole and sliding it into her anus, letting his fingers continue the work on her soggy twat and its nicely trimmed carpet of brown fur. As he did, Alex worked his spit-slick meat deeper into her throat, gagging and gasping before diving on for more.

The fireplace hearth was raised to the height of a low bench, so after Lute had fully explored Alex’s twat and ass, he slid out of their sixty-nine position and pulled a blanket onto the edge of the hearth. Then standing next to the cushioned stone, he had Alex sit beneath him and lean against the hearth so she could attended to his nether regions.

Stroking his thick tool with her hand, she earnestly sucked on his dangling nut sac and then worked her tongue across his perineum and up into his ass.

On their first night together, Lute had discovered one of Alex’s extraordinary attributes: her tongue. It was a long, serpentine appendage that she used to great effect, running it down his throat, around his hefty shaft, and up into his anus, just as she was doing now. And the heavenly feel of her soft muscle slithering its way up his bung while she stroked down on his cock like a milkmaid made Lute groan.

“Mmmm…yeah, baby, yeah! Just like that! Just like that!”

After some prolonged attention to Lute’s back 40, Alex was anxious to be fucked. So sliding down onto the blanket-covered floor, she lifted her legs back next to her head and raised her ass, giving Lute a clear shot at her gaping asshole. Being a daily yoga practitioner, Alex kept her body in limber condition and was able to contort into some unusual positions, another weapon in her sexual arsenal.

“Make me your Sasha, Luther,” she whispered as she taunted him with her spread ass cheeks, “Call me Sasha, baby.”

On their first night together, Alex told him he could only call her Sasha if he fucked her in the ass. Which he did gladly, and “Sasha” had since become their anal code word.

Aiming his cock towards her full moon, Lute slid down behind her and gripped his shaft and began working its mushroom head into her open anus.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby!” she gasped as he entered her, spreading her legs even wider to better accommodate his huge member, “Give it to me! I’m such a bad, bad girl!”

Alex could be a tender lover, but she also loved it rough and nasty. And right now Lute knew exactly which it would be. Working his cock deep into her ass, he began to pummel her with deep thrusts, pushing her legs back and slamming his groin against her fine ass cheeks with each plunge.

“Yeah, baby! I’m such a bad girl! Such a bad, slutty girl!” she moaned as he ravaged her raised hindquarters while her floppy tits slapped back against her face, “Oh, god, yes! I’m such a whore!”

Lute continued reaming her tush while she shoved a hand into her crotch and began feverishly working over her pussy until she was again screaming and cumming like a big cock whore on holiday.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she wailed as her pussy gushed more of her juices, “Yes! Yes!”

Easing her down, Lute quickly shifted positions and drove his cock into her gushing pussy, giving it the same fierce treatment he’d just delivered to her ass.

“God, yes!” Alex screamed as her climax continued unabated, “Fuck me baby! Fuck me!”

Pulling Alex’s limber legs over his shoulders, Lute drove all ten inches of his thick member into her stretched cunt, hitting her cervix with each thrust as she gripped her flopping tits and raised her hips to meet each of his crushing blows.

“Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried, “Give it to me, Luther! Cum for me, baby!”

Knowing they had all night together and this was just round-one of a prolonged fuck-fest, Lute gripped her hips and ground his torqued meat into her spread cunt as his jism prepared for launch.

From his fierce grimace, Alex knew he was about to erupt. And with her own orgasm still writhing through her like a Porsche 911 on a long straightaway, she screamed for him to join the ride, “Now, baby! Now! I want it! I want it!”

Tensing as his first load of ejaculate exploded deep into her pussy, Lute gave a series of deep grunts and groans as he continued filling her with his seed, pumping his spewing shaft in and out of her cunt until it was gushing down onto the blankets below.

“Oh…yeah, yeah! Fuck yeah!” Lute moaned as he continued delivering his goods, her cunt now swamped, making it a veritable pool of their fluids.

When he was finally drained, Lute dropped down to the floor next to her as the two joined in long breathless kisses while recovering from their fierce coupling. Then pulling a blanket over themselves, they entwined their sweat-slick bodies and dozed off by the fire.

They hadn’t been asleep for long when they were awakened by a soft rap on the cabin door. Looking at Lute, Alex gave him a knowing smile and then wrapped a blanket around herself and went to the door. When she opened it without hesitation, Laney entered the room and surveyed the scene.

“Well, it looks like you got started without me!” she chuckled as she slipped off her coat and opened a paper bag, pulling out a six pack of beer and a fifth of Jack Daniels, “But I brought reinforcements!”

Popping the the tops on three cold bottles, Laney passed them around as she chugged her own and took a shot of the whiskey. Then deciding to keep the party going, she moved over and grabbed Alex and gave her some deep lusty kisses.

As they kissed, Alex dropped her blanket and stood naked while her blonde partner grabbed her luscious tits and shoved them in her mouth like she owned them. And as they continued their spirited overtures, Alex yanked the snap buttons on Laney’s shirt and pulled it off, and then did the same with her bra, until her new lover’s full and tantalizing rack of 38E tits flopped down against her chest.

After putting another log on the fire, Lute sat back on the floor and leaned against the hearth, drinking his beer while watching the ladies get better acquainted. It’d only been an hour since his cock had gotten a vigorous workout, but as it lay across his thigh it began to stir and was soon well on its way to being fully revived and ready for the evening’s round-two action.

But as he watched how things were progressing with the ladies, Lute decided to remain on the sidelines, content to watch the two horny foxes as they kissed and ground their voluptuous bodies together. Taking a shot from the whiskey bottle, he then finished off his beer, grabbed another, and watched the action unfold.

Laney had slipped out of her jeans and panties and was now just as naked as her partner. Observing her for the first time in a while, Lute spied her big meaty labia poking through her trimmed patch of blonde fur, looking like the distended lips of some exotic sea creature. He loved this extraordinary genital feature of hers, and he knew Alex’s snakelike tongue would soon be giving it a good lashing.

But Laney got to her first when she shoved her hand into Alex’s pussy and discovered it was still dripping with cum. So after maneuvering Alex against one end of the couch and shoving her down onto the cushions, she moved down and stuck her face into Alex’s sodden crotch and began licking its sloppy seconds.

“I can tell The Root’s been here!” she laughed as she slurped his jism from Alex’s sodden pubes, “There’s enough cum in here to impregnate a whole cheerleading squad!” Then with Alex gripping her head, she moved back in for more.

Lute continued happily watching from his fireside seat as Laney worked over Alex’s pussy. His cock was again fully hard and ready for action, but he was content to slowly stroke it while the ladies continued their provocative entertainment.

Lute and Laney had shared that very cabin several times before, both alone and with one of her equally hot and enthusiastic friends. Laney was very capable of keeping up with Lute for a full night and had more than once achieved what she called “The Root Trifecta,” meaning she took a load of his cum in all three of her favorite orifices: mouth, pussy and ass. But with the right person, she was also willing to share. And Alex was proving to be just the right person.

Lute knew that Alex also enjoyed women. Though she’d never confided many details about her other lovers, she did mentioned female partners. And as Laney finished lapping his cum out of her pussy, Alex kicked it up a notch and soon had Laney pinned down on the couch. Hungrily licking and and sucking her younger lover’s face and tits, and using her long tongue to its best advantage, she roughly gripped Laney’s pussy and drove her fingers into her big twat.

“You fucking slut! Do me, bitch, do me!” Laney yelled as Alex continued ravaging her, “Do me, you whore! C’mon!”

Inspired by Laney’s crude demands, Alex traced her serpentine tongue all the way down her lover’s torso and then began flicking it over her clit while she finger-fucked her, her hand doing rapid in-out gyrations in her salacious pussy.

“Oh, god yes, you fucking slut! Get that clit, bitch, get it!” Laney wailed as she writhed on Alex’s hand, grinding her cunt down hard while she squeezed her big floppy tits and pinched their oversized pink nipples, “Get it!”

Soon alternating her long tongue between the blonde’s clit and labia, Alexa let her distended mouth muscle work its magic and soon had Lexie on the edge of a rollicking orgasm.

“God, you are such a good slut! So fucking good!” Laney moaned as her climax roared in, “Now, do me, slut! Do me!”

Her pussy now gushing onto Alex’s face and hands, Laney rolled on top of her lover and shoved her swollen twat into Alex’s mouth so she could work her long tongue further into her juicy gash.

“Do me, bitch! Get that fucking tongue up my cunt! Fuck me with it, baby, fuck me!”

Doing as asked, while Laney writhed through her prolonged orgasm, Alex tongue-fucked her gushing pussy, whipping it around inside its vaginal canal like a lasso.

Laney was now in a carnal tizzy. Throwing back her head, she moaned and screamed as she drove her cunt hard into her lover’s pretty face that was now all flushed and covered in sweat and juice. Laney had never before had her fat-lipped pussy ravaged by such an extraordinary glottal appendage, and she wailed in delight.

“God, yes, baby, yes!” Laney screamed, “Get that tongue in there, you cunt, get it in there! Oh, yeah! That’s so fucking good!”

The two continued on like this until their gyrations finally reached a thundering crescendo. Only then, at last, did Laney moan and collapse in a heap, gasping for air. As she did, Alex gave a final lick to her conquest’s swollen cunt and slid out from underneath the blonde’s heaving body.

But Alex wasn’t done with her yet. Because while Laney lay face down on the couch, Alex knelt on the floor and spread her ass cheeks apart and began working her long tongue into Laney’s asshole. Earnestly responding, Laney got up on her knees and lifted her ass, giving Alex’s probing tongue better access to her rear portal.

“God, you fucking whore! What are you doing to me!” she moaned as Alex gripped her ass cheeks and worked her tongue further into her bung, “You are such a fucking slut!”

Motioning for Lute to come join her, Alex began tongue-fucking Laney’s gaping anus, driving it in and out and spitting into her wanton canyon, preparing it for Lute’s grand entry.

Then after dropping one last glob of lubricating spit into Laney’s chute, Alex moved aside as Lute climbed onto the couch and took over, shoving the bulbous head of his thick shaft into Laney’s ass.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck yes!” Laney moaned when she realized what was happening, “Fuck it, Root baby! Fuck it! Take my fucking ass!”

As he worked his cock in and of Laney’s shapely ass, Lute recalled how much she enjoyed anal. Unlike most of his lovers, it was often her first choice of positions when they fucked. She’d told him once that she and her first boyfriend did anal a lot because she wasn’t on the pill and he hated using condoms. And though at first it was kind of painful, she grew to love the feeling of having a guy’s cock shoved up her back chute, and the bigger the better. And Lute’s cock, she assured him, was the biggest and best.

“Yeah, baby, that’s right! Get that big fucking cock up my ass!” Laney hissed as he picked up speed, his dangling nut sac slapping against her pussy with each deep thrust.

Not wanting to miss out, Alex sat next to the couch and slid her head under Laney’s pendulous tits as they dangled down onto the cushions. Working her face deep into the blonde’s fleshy boobs, she gripped them hard and nipped her teeth against their big pink nipples.

“You fucking whore!” Laney squealed in surprise, “You fucking bitch!”

With her big tits, wide hips and meaty pussy, Laney’s body was made for sex. And thanks to a turbo-charged libido, fucking was her favorite pastime. No dummy – she had a business degree, did the books for Ike’s and several other local businesses, and planned to buy-out Ike and take over the tavern when he retired to Florida in a couple of years – she nonetheless took advantage of every opportunity to get naked and nasty.

As uninhibited as she was sexy, Laney skinny-dipped and sunbathed all summer with friends at a nearby swimming hole. And though she didn’t much need the money anymore, she still occasionally modeled for life drawing classes at the university. It made her horny as hell to be naked in front of a bunch of lusty art students while they examined every inch of her voluptuous body, and she often ended up in bed with one of the young artists after class.

As a result, she had introduced several coeds to the pleasures of girl-on-girl sex after watching them fixate on her big tits and meaty labia while she posed – under the pretense of “getting it just right” in their drawings. And before she was done with them, Laney made sure they were very familiar with her fleshy attributes – wrapping her legs around their heads and schooling them in the ways of eating pussy.