Continuing chapter in this saga... Important to read the previous chapter(s)
Chapter Ten
Mitch's balls slammed against Nellie's asscheeks.
She threw her round little hips in the air.
"Fuck me, big man! Fuck me hard!" she wailed.
Mitch was happy to oblige.
"Jesus, sweetheart, you're really something!" he groaned. He proceeded to fuck her asshole as hard as he could.
Nellie met him blow for stinging blow. The washcloths were tickling her cunt walls more with each rough stroke of his swollen prick. She was overflowing with wild, wanton passion.
"Fuck me!" Mitch groaned. "Move that sweet ass and fuck me! Jesus, you're good!"
He reached down and massaged her ripe tits and rubbed her tiny nipples between his callused fingers.
"You're so good, sweetheart! Fuck me harder! Come on, fuck me!"
"Turn me over, Mitch. Let me get on my hands and knees."
Mitch grabbed hold of her legs and helped her roll onto her stomach. His cock was still embedded in her ass. She popped up onto her hands and knees and ground her milky white ass against his thighs.
"Oh shit! I think I'm going to die!" he growled. "Do that again!"
She did it again and she kept on doing it until he couldn't take anymore.
He was on the verge of coming. Reaching down between her legs, he massaged her tiny clit with his fingers and slammed his cock up inside her as hard as he could.
His swollen balls banged against her cunt-lips.
Nellie let out a passionate little squeal of pure rapture and her hungry pussy walls began to contract.
Mitch threw his head back and closed his eyes. Her body was squeezing and milking his rock-hard prick.
"I'm coming, sweetheart!" he bellowed. "Oh shit! I'm coming!"
Giving his cock one last hard, forward thrust, he shot his load deep inside her quivering pussy.
Nellie collapsed against the rug. Mitch let his spent prick slip free of her tight little asshole. Then he lay down beside her.
"You're terrifice, Nellie!" he groaned in her ear. "You sure know how to move that sweet ass. Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
She shook, her head.
He nuzzled her soft blonde hair and planted hot little kisses all over the side of her face.
"That's good. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
She turned onto her side and wrapped her slender arms around his neck.
Mitch locked his wet lips over hers and his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting every corner of its sweet depths.
She was returning his kiss with unrestrained enthusiasm when suddenly, the cabin door opened and an amused voice said, "So that's why you're not out patrolling the lake."
Mitch dropped his hold on Nellie like he had just discovered she was on fire, and raced for the bedroom.
Staring down at her naked flesh, the stranger commented dryly, "I don't remember seeing you before, honey. What's your name?"
Nellie had fallen against the floor with a heavy thud. She was staring back at the stranger through a gray mist, feeling as if she might pass out again at any moment.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "You look a little pale."
She wanted to answer him, but she couldn't seem to make the words come out. He knelt beside her and repeated his question.
"I-I'm okay," she finally stammered. "I bumped my head, and-and--"
Her eyes closed and her slender body went limp.
Nellie opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She was still lying on the rug in front of the fireplace, but her naked form was hidden beneath a blanket and neither Mitch nor the stranger was anywhere to be seen.
She sat up and glanced around the room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee came drifting out to her from the kitchen. She struggled to her feet, wrapped the blanket around herself, and set off to find out what was going on.
A rumpled looking individual in a dirty I T-shirt, faded blue jeans, and sloppy rubber thongs was standing at the counter pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Glancing over his shoulder at her, he said, "I just made this. Do you want some?"
"I-yes. Thank you," she told him in a confused voice.
He handed her a tall mug and asked if she wanted anything in it. She shook her head.
"Who-where's Mitch?"
