"I would do anything to save my husband's job," said the attractive brunette, as she gazed across the desk at Cyrus J. Brower, president of Brower Electronics.
"Anything, Mrs. Peterson?"
"Yes. Anything."
The middle-aged man stood and walked around his desk to stand in front of her chair. "You realize that you've given me carte blanche."
"I meant exactly what I said, Mr. Brower." She gazed up at him earnestly.
"Then I presume you are prepared to let me fuck you."
Elizabeth Peterson didn't bat an eye. "Yes."
"And before that, you will do something else?"
"Anything at all."
He smiled tightly. "I believe you know what I would like."
"One question, Mr. Brower - does my husband keep his job?"
"If you perform, well."
That was all she wanted to hear. She reached out, found the zipper tab at the top of his trousers fly, and drew it down. She reached in through his fry, into his nylon shorts, and brought out his long, heavy prick. She reached in again, cupped his pendulous balls, and lifted them out as well.
He stood without moving. He said nothing as he gazed down at her sardonically. She bent forward and tilted her head to the side. Her moist, pink lips started at the base and moved along the length of his flaccid whang.
It began to stiffen.
By the time her kissing had reached the hooded head of his prick, it was standing up and out, but it hadn't yet locked into rock hardness. She nibbled the ridge of his cockhead through the foreskin, then gently took hold of die prick from underneath and placed her lips at its tip. Her lips pushed back his foreskin, and the slick, slightly moist head of his pecker slid into her mouth.
The prick assumed full rigidity, its great head swelling to fill Elizabeth's mouth. She sucked at it, as she had learned to suck her husband's cock. She gave a little jerking motion of her chin, causing the underside of Brower's cockhead to slide against the trough of her tongue. Her lips delectably stimulated his corona. Her hand coddled and caressed his hairy balls.
He didn't place his hands on her head. He kept them at his sides and just watched her.
There was a quick knock at the door and it opened. Brower's mini-skirted secretary stood there, holding the morning mail. She gazed in amazement at what was happening in front of her boss's desk.
It took several seconds for Elizabeth to realize a third person had entered the room. She straightened up, letting go of Brower's cock and balls. She glanced quickly at the blonde secretary, colored, and averted her eyes.
"Come in, June," Brower said, "and close the door."
On shaky legs, she did as commanded.
"Mr. Brower!" Elizabeth managed to utter in protest
"You said 'anything', Mrs. Peterson," he reminded her. "June, I want you to watch this."
The secretary knew better than to offer an objection. Anyway,, she was fascinated. She sat down, holding the mail on her lap.
"Now, Mrs. Peterson, please continue," Brower directed. His cock still stuck out long and hard, its huge, red head gleaming.
Elizabeth was mortified; her face flamed, but she bent again to Brower's prick. She opened her mouth wide and slid it down over the massive cockhead. She resumed sucking and licking. Her hand once more surrounded his balls and fondled them.
He looked at June, whose face had turned pink. "Naturally, my dear, you're not to tell anyone what you're now seeing."
"Yes, Mr. Brower... of course... I wouldn't," she stammered.
"Suck it well, Mrs. Peterson," he said, looking down at her. "That's the way. You're a highly accomplished fellatrix."
Gradually his balls tensed and, his prick became even harder. When the throbs of pleasure had reached a level of intensity that portended the next phase of the game, he took hold of the woman's head and gently moved her away.
The great weapon swayed as she relinquished it. It gave a spastic jerk. Saliva extended from the head of it, in a gleaming string, to her retreating mouth.
"Now, Mrs. Peterson, please sit on the edge of my desk," he directed.
She avoided looking at the secretary as she got up from the chair, her face still flaming, and boosted herself backward onto the desk. Brower turned to face her. He gripped her skirt and slip and pushed them up her stockinged legs, past the tops of the stockings, all the way to her hips. She wiggled to enable the skirt and slip to slide out from under her butt. He raised them to her waist
She wore snowy, white nylon panties. He took hold of them at both sides and pulled them down. Again she wiggled to let them slide out from under her ass. He drew them down her legs, took them off her feet, and tossed them aside, moving her legs apart
' Her cunt was a moist, pink gash in a forest of curling, dark hairs. Her clit was up, and the lips of her pussy were parted enough to let him see the mouth of her channel.
He quickly unbelted his trousers and lowered them, together with his shorts.
June watched in shocked fascination. Her chair was so positioned that she had a perfect view of what was about to take place.
Brower took his erect prick in his hand and moved forward, between Elizabeth's legs. "Now tell me, my dear, what you want me to do," he instructed her.
She closed her eyes. Her lips trembled.
"Tell me," he repeated. "Make it plain."
"F-fuck me," she murmured.
"Say it louder, please."
"Fuck me!" she demanded.
"With pleasure," he said, and wiggled the head of his dick into her rosy, warm socket, which was drippingly ready for him.
He pushed forward, sinking his entire eight-inch shaft into her cunt June had watched the merging of the organs. Now she sat tensely, eyes wide and lips parted, her pussy dribbling love juice into her panties.
Brower proceeded to fuck Elizabeth with long, slow, steady strokes, doing a dance between her thighs. She kept her eyes closed. Her mind was a swirl with shame and resentment toward Brower, as well as toward her ineffectual husband ... but with lust, also, now that she had a real prick in her vagina for a change. She hadn't been screwed this well in years!
She knotted her stockinged legs behind Brower's back and began grinding her cunt around his pumping pecker. He grabbed at her tits through her clothes and tried to fondle them, but her dress and brassiere frustrated him. He reached behind her and yanked down her zipper. He brushed the dress off her shoulders, then opened her bra. He kept driving his cock in her pussy as he pulled her bra away and liberated her shapely boobs.
He took hold of the warm, firm titties and squeezed them. He wiggled and rolled them on her chest Elizabeth tilted her head back, letting her dark hair stream behind her, and she writhed from butt to shoulders, wiggling around his stroking prick and grinding her tits in his deft, possessive hands.
She surged toward a climax - the first she'd had in a month. Brower, rapidly rising toward ejaculation, pumped his cock harder in her quim. June watched it and wriggled in her chair. Her sopping, little pussy was on fire with want
"Now go!" Brower said to Elizabeth, and he fucked her savagely as he squeezed her tits hard.
She whined and moved rapidly with him. She gasped once, twice, then let out a squeal of delight as her entire universe exploded. Tremors of intense warmth went through her, and her cunt gulped at his spasming cock, which spewed spurt after spurt of warm cream into her depths.
The mutual orgasm took quite a while to taper off, but finally Brower's cock softened and Elizabeth's pussy quit quivering. He drew his wet prick out of her, and it flopped free, Elizabeth blinking as he backed up.
"There's a bathroom in there," he said, pointing to a door in the richly paneled wall of the room.
Holding her clothes together as best she could, she slid forward, off the desk, and moved toward the bathroom without looking at June. Elizabeth's pants lay on the rug. Brower walked over, picked them up, and used them to wipe off the head of his dick. He let the foreskin slide over the knob again, and dropped the panties into a wastebasket
He pulled up his shorts and pants.
June continued to gaze at him - shocked, pink-faced, and speechless.
He smiled and said, "Stay right there. I have something else in mind."
She had no idea what it was. She was afraid to ask - or to object Her job was worth a great deal to her - not only because of her generous salary, but in the presents whenever Brower felt horny and had no one else to screw his prick into. And she knew how ruthless he could be when he was crossed, so she kept silent She would do whatever he asked.
Elizabeth returned in a couple of minutes. Her face was still a little flushed, and she continued to avoid looking at June.
"There's one more thing I want you to do," Brower said matter-of-factly, from behind his desk.
God - hadn't he demanded enough of her? she thought. But she, like June, was also at his mercy.
"My secretary watched us enjoying ourselves," he said, "and I imagine she became, uh, emotionally involved. I wouldn't want her to go through the rest of the day in a tense, frustrated condition. Perhaps you'd be good enough to take care of her."
June gasped.
Elizabeth looked at him helplessly. "I... I don't understand."
"Of course you do, my dear. You've already proved what a wise woman you are. Get down on your knees in front of her chair, and see to her trouble. June, cooperate please."
Again the color quickly rose in Elizabeth's cheeks. This man is a monster! But he was the one that she, her husband and children depended upon for a tidy, thirty-five thousand dollars a year. Lyle would find it impossible to command that kind of salary anywhere else, she knew. That was why she'd come to Brower today with her degrading offer to do his bidding. She'd underestimated his ruthlessness beforehand, but that couldn't be helped now. She would have to see this through.
She moved over to the still shocked and highly stimulated, young blonde. Elizabeth knelt. She immediately pushed June's miniskirt the rest of the distance up her thighs and took hold of her pantyhose at the top. Elizabeth had never made it with a female before, but she believed she knew how it was done. It couldn't be much different from fellating a man.
She pulled June's pantyhose all the way off, then gripped the white mini briefs that the pretty secretary wore underneath. She pulled these down, with June again lifting her buttocks to help.
June tingled with excitement This would be a first for her, also. And Brower is watching! That was what made it especially stimulating.
She parted her nude legs, and Elizabeth gazed at her puffy slit with golden brown hair at its sides and top. (The girl had lightened the. hair on her head by several degrees.) June's cunt was tighter than Elizabeth's, and its inner lips didn't protrude as Elizabeth's did.
The latter slid her hands up the insides of June's thighs. June shut her eyes. Her body tingled wildly. She pushed forward on the chair.
Brower rested his chin on his hands as he leaned against his elbows on the desktop. This would be a fascinating spectacle; and he could watch it with some measure of objectivity, now that the pressure in his loins was gone.
Elizabeth's thumbs rubbed up and down June's beige, pussy lips, bending the wiry little hairs. After a while, her thumbs took hold of the velvety flesh and eased the cunt portal open. The girl's inner flesh gleamed in moist pinkness. Pearls of thick honey ran along it. Elizabeth's thumbs touched the ragged, slick lips of June's cunt, and Elizabeth derived a strange thrill from the contact
June was nearly out of her mind with excitement. She wanted to yell something lewd, but she managed to restrain this impulse. The cool air, touching her wet pussy, almost made it sizzle, and Elizabeth's caresses stimulated her nerve ends to an almost unbearable degree.
After rubbing June's pliant meat up and down gently, Elizabeth stretched the folds of the cunt wide apart, exposing June's tight, little vagina.
That's it - what I must kiss, Elizabeth thought. She wasn't exactly eager to do this, but the idea didn't altogether repel her.
She bent into the open vee of June's thighs. The aroma of the girl's aroused pussy reached her nostrils and they flared. Elizabeth became light-headed. She stuck out her tongue as she approached June's pussy.
At the contact, June gasped. She jammed a finger between her teeth and bit the knuckle. Elizabeth's tongue slid between the dainty, inner folds of June's cunt, stimulating the very sensitive nerve ends at the mouth of her vagina. She lapped. She jammed her tongue into June's little hole. She stroked her tongue upward, across the girl's tense, tingling clit.
June whimpered sharply. Brower smiled. This is choice!
Then Elizabeth fastened her mouth onto June's cunt and began to suck. She alternately fluttered her tongue. June moaned and twisted gently against the sucking, tonguing mouth which was giving her such intense pleasure.
God. Another woman can turn me on like this!
Elizabeth was turned on, also, and that perhaps, was even more amazing. But Elizabeth couldn't forget for a moment that her husband's boss was watching her suck this girl off, and she couldn't shrug off the shame of his making her do it
This is something Lyle will pay for. God, will he pay!
She bore into June's soft, moist cunt more aggressively. She breathed its musky fumes and swallowed its sticky juice. She felt the mouth of the pussy spasm against her lips and the inner membranes quiver around her plunging tongue.
June bit her knuckle hard. She held her eyes tightly closed. The thrills mounted within her, stretching her nerves to what seemed like a breaking point Suddenly she shrieked against her hand, and everything gave way. Her cunt bumped spastically against the other woman's face.
Elizabeth sucked harder. Brower watched her throat muscles work as she drank June's honey. The young girl's orgasm spread its tentacles of warmth through her entire body. She kept quivering with delight.
Elizabeth kept sucking and tonguing the juicy cunt until it relaxed, and she knew June had experienced a complete release.
The married woman raised her head, took a quick look at the girl who was slumped backward-in her chair, arms and legs akimbo. June's eyes were closed.
Elizabeth got up, feeling strangely shaken, and walked to where her handbag rested on a chair. She opened it, removed a Kleenex, and wiped her mouth. Then she decided she would have to go to the bathroom again. She took her purse with her.
"Put your pants on, darling," Brower said to June. 'Then let's have a look at the mail, shall we?"
The papers had slid off her lap during the excitement and were scattered at both sides of her chair.
When Elizabeth arrived at her fashionable, suburban home, she found her husband in the living room, sprawled on the sofa, a half-empty bottle of Scotch on the table beside him. A silly, game show was blaring on TV.
"What the hell's the idea of this?" she demanded.
"Huh?" He turned his head woozily. "Ooh. Baby! Where yuh been? You took off this morning before I got up." He hiccoughed. "Oops. Sorry." He sniggered.
"You bastard," she said with cold fury.
"Wh-whass uh idea?" He blinked to try to clear his vision.
"Get in the shower, Run some cold water over yourself. I'll make some strong coffee. You're going in to work this afternoon."
"WhatYe yuh talkin' about? Brower fired me."
"He hired you back this morning. I went to see him."
"Liz!"
He tried to rise, but fell back against the sofa. "Oh, you filthy sot!" she said.
He wore only his pajama bottom and an open, dressing robe. His light brown hair was uncombed. His cheeks bristled with whiskers.
"Whass uh idea of goin' t'see Brower?" he wanted to know. "Thass not up t'you."
"Somebody had to get your job back," she declared. "Now, for God's sake, hoH onto it Try a little, will you? And above all, be there when you're supposed to be!"
He blinked, then squinted in an effort to see through the fog that was inside his head. "You really talked to Brower?"
"Yes, stupid."
"An' he hired me back?"
"Yes! Now sober up, so you can go in this afternoon."
He grinned foolishly. "I can't go in t'day, Liz. You can see that"
She took a long look, then turned and strode to the bedroom.
Why she put up with him, she didn't know. Oh yes she did. It was because she had two kids, a nice home, and charge accounts all over town, because she couldn't face up to the prospect of a humiliating divorce, caring for fatherless offspring, and going out in search of another man. Yet, sometimes she prayed it would be better than this. It would certainly be better than what she was put through today! That Brower it a degenerate. She'd had no idea what an evil man he was!
She unzipped her dress and pulled it off. Lyle staggered through the door just as she let down her flimsy nothing of a half-slip.
"Hey!" he exclaimed raucously. "Where're your pants?"
She looked down at herself, then clapped her hands in front of her triangle of dark, pubic hair.
"Get out of here!" she demanded angrily.
"Unh-uh, baby," Lyle said, advancing on her. "I got a right to be here. You're my wife, and this's my bedroom. And now ..." He chuckled. "You look mighty good t'me now."
"Don't touch me," she warned, backing up. Her legs bumped the edge of the bed.
In the surprising way of drunks, Lyle had gathered his wits and achieved sufficient control over his muscles to move him through the house and turn him into a sexual threat If there was one thing Elizabeth didn't want to contend with now, it was a horny husband!
"Lyle, get out of here," she said sternly. "IV never forgive you if you touch me."
"Aw, baloney, baby!" he replied, and moved up to her.
"You'd like a nice lil piece right now, juss as much as I would."
He grabbed for her. She tried to twist away from him, but her legs were against the edge of the bed, and she lost her balance. She fell backward across the mattress.
Lyle gave out a whoop of triumph and landed atop her, one knee between hers. He worked his other knee between her legs, also. He bent down to kiss her, gassing her with his boozy breath. His whiskers gouged her face as he sought to trap her mouth.
She whined, but his mouth was firmly plastered against hers, and his wet tongue sank, between her teeth. His spit drooled into her mouth. He wrapped a hand around one of her tits, squeezing it through her bra.
She didn't want him to fuck her. The thought didn't excite her in the slightest degree, considering his present condition and her own frame of mind. Repulsion was all she felt, but she knew they would fuck if he could get his bone up. He was big and strong, and she was at his mercy.
God, what a shitty world it is for women!
As he sucked and slobbered at her mouth, pistoning his tongue in it and grinding his bristly face against hers, he painfully pulled the bra cup off the breast he'd been punishing. Her naked titty oozed into his hand. He squeezed it hard and twisted it against her ribs. He pinched the nipple between his index finger and thumb. It hardened. He pulled the nipple brutally.
Damn him! Oh, Goddamn him to hell!
As he bore down against her, she felt his bone. When he couldn't do anything else, the son of a bitch could always screw. But he couldn't even do that well. He'd never done it well. During die early years of their marriage, she'd managed to grab a hasty climax, most of the time, but lately even this meager satisfaction had eluded her.
She relaxed as well as she could, resigning herself to the inevitable. She only hoped it would be over quickly.
Lyle moved his mouth to her naked tit, clamping his wet lips around it. His beard pricked her sensitive breast flesh. He sucked hard at her nipple, biting it.
She felt his hardened prick poking at her split He wasn't rock-hard, as Brower had been when he'd fucked her - the booze had interfered with Lyle's ability to acquire a full erection. But, soft and open as she was due to all that had happened earlier, she could accommodate him.
She moved slightly, and his pecker slid into her cunt
He growled with pleasure when he felt her warm, moist pussy encompass his rod. He hugged her, running his forearms underneath her body. Bearing against her, he began to stroke his cock in and out of her vagina.
He grunted and moved rapidly. She jammed her eyes tightly closed and wished for it to be over.
She got her wish quickly. Lyle screwed faster and faster until he gave a jerk, groaned harshly, and emptied the produce of his balls into her cunt He sighed and went limp atop her. He was heavy. His breath offended her.
Everything about him offended her, but particularly his cock in her pussy.
"Get off," she demanded.
He pushed back and dismounted clumsily. He crawled into a comfortable position on the bed and sprawled out. She got up.
"Hey, y'never did tell me why you weren't wearin' no pants," he said, as she started for the bathroom.
"I forgot them this morning," she said. "I dressed in a hurry."
"Y'forgot your pants? Thass pretty funny." He chuckled.
Yeah, funny, she thought Like a fucking crutch!
CHAPTER TWO
"Do I have something to tell you!" June said in a soft but emphatic tone as she moved up behind a tall, slender brunette in the executives' outer office.
"Yeah? What is it?" Lila Trent asked.
"Not here. Are you booked up for coffee?"
"No."
"Then drop over when you're ready. Well go out together."
"Hey, give me an inkling," Lila requested confidentially. "Who's it about?"
"I don't dare say a word in here," June maintained. "It's that hot."
"I can hardly wait."
"Drop over."
She watched June switch her trim hips as she returned to her private office, adjoining Brower's. She thought the cute blonde moved with a special zest this morning. She's just gotten a screwing from Brower, the brunette speculated to herself.
June waited until the two of them occupied a secluded booth in a coffee shop down the street before she divulged her hot secret. She leaned forward, across the table, and said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "Guess who was in Brower's office this morning, when I walked in on them ... and guess what they were doing?"
"I saw a well-dressed broad going in, but I didn't know who she was."
June paused for the maximum effect, then pronounced the name slowly and distinctly, "Mrs. Lyle Peterson."
"Oooh. Well, what happened?"
"I rapped on the door as soon as I had the mail ready. I didn't hear anything, so I opened the door and walked in. Baby, you'll never believe what was happening."
"Tell me," said Lila anxiously. "I'll believe!"
"Mrs. Peterson was in a chair. Brower was standing in front of her with his pants open and .. ."June paused, and her face reddened slightly.
"No!"
"I swear," June said. She leaned closer and said very softly, "She was blowing Brower's dong." Lila gaped.
"Now, don't tell a soul," June cautioned. "Brower made me promise not to tell... but I had to pass it on to you. If it ever gets out, hell know where it came from."
"What did you do?" Lila asked. "I'll bet you got outa there in a hurry."
"Did I!" June lied. "I almost dropped the damn mail all over the floor."
Lila laughed. "God! That's the wildest thing I ever heard."
"What'll you bet it got Peterson his job back?" "So you think that's what his wife was after, hmmm?" "What do you think?" The girls nodded wisely to each other.
Lila could hardly wait until she got back to the office to pass the word along. She wasn't as circumspect as June; she blabbed it right in the executive anteroom.
By lunch time it had spread like wildfire through the entire executive suite and had begun to infiltrate the floor below, where the junior executives had their offices.
Don Waverly was one of these. His title was Coordinator of Civilian Sales. Until yesterday, Lyle, who had been in charge of sales to the government, was his principal rival for managership of the entire sales department and an automatic vice-presidency. This position was due to be vacated within the next few months. With Lyle's rumored dismissal, it now appeared that Don had an open field for the big promotion.
When Nancy Jackson, Don's secretary, heard about the shocking event that had occurred that morning in Brower's office, she immediately rushed in to tell her boss.
Don was in a highly jovial mood, savoring what he believed to be his good fortune. He was a large, pleasant man with dark hair, blue eyes, and a incessent yen for brown-haired, curvaceous Nancy.
"Come here, baby," he said. "Papa wants a conference."
"Not now!" Nancy declared urgently. She circled his desk, so as to get close to him when she whispered the hot news she'd just heard.
He spread his hand over her springy butt.
"Will you stop that! she said. "Listen!"
He let his hand fall away. "What's got you all uptight?"
"Something I heard from one of the other girls. Maybe you won't believe it, but this is the word that's going around. It seems Lyle's wife was in Brower's office this' morning, and when June accidentally walked in on them she was - are you ready for this? - giving Brower a blow job."
"WHAAAT?"
"I'm not kidding. She was sucking the old boy's prick!" "Oh Jesus, Nancy, somebody's putting you on."
"No! The word's all over the office. Watch now - Lyle will be back at his desk in the morning."
"Son of a bitch!" Don said.
"You can say that for me, too. I was counting on being the Sales Manager's secretary."
"Well, don't count me out yet."
"Oh no? How can you compete with Lyle when he's got his wife giving head to the boss? Could you get Jennifer to do that?" "Shit!"
"Yeah. Well, I'd better get back to my desk."
"Wait a minute." He reached out and grasped her hand.
Don was an irrepressible sort. He could never stay "down" for long.
He pulled Nancy over, next to his chair, and began to pet her ass through her clingy skirt. He grinned up at her. The grin was infectious, and so was his caress.
Nancy smiled down at him warmly. "You mean, you can still think of sex?"
"Baby, I can always think of sex! Sit down on daddy's lap, hmmm?"
"You crazy stud," she murmured as she complied. Their mouths merged.
As his tongue slid into her mouth and searched about, his hand moved upward, between her legs. Nancy's thighs parted. He slid his hand all the way up her pantyhose, into her warm, soft crotch. He fingered her pussy through the snug, sheer nylon.
"Oooh, Don!" she exclaimed, as soon as the hot kiss ended. "I turn to butter when you treat me like that."
"Don't I know it," he murmured. "I've got the hottest secretary in the whole, fuckin' company."
"And I've got the hottest, fuckin' boss," she said, being deliberately lewd.
"Let's put the couch to work."
"Yesss."
"But we won't be as careless as Brower. Lock the door first"
She flashed him another smile, then got up and wiggled her trim butt to the door. He stood and rounded his desk. Standing in the center of the office, he began to take his clothes off.
Nancy stripped as she stood a few paces in front of him. Off came her blouse, exposing her firm, shapely tits. She never wore a bra. Down went her skirt, leaving her in nothing but sleek pantyhose and shoes. She kicked the shoes off, then whisked the undergarment down. Her cunt bore a cute, fluffy blanket of rich, brown curls.
She lay on the couch and awaited her boss, who approached her with his prick half-erect. He knelt beside the couch and ran his thick hands over the hills and valleys of her body. Her tits shivered as he rubbed them, and her rosy nipples stuck up harder - like miniature pricks.
He bent his head and began to kiss her points of interest. He sucked at each nipple in turn, his hand sliding down her belly and into her silken bush. She writhed luxuriantly, like a petted pussycat, and opened her thighs wide to his caress. He stroked and fondled the velvety lips of her twat. They quickly became moist, and the inner ones congested with blood, causing them to push outward, opening the way into her secret depths.
Her hand dropped to his pecker, which was now straining eagerly. She caressed the bald knob, rubbing its tip in her palm, tickling the ridge with her fingers.
"Put it into me," she purred, with a passionate huskiness that told him she was really turned on. He was ready. He climbed atop her. He wrapped her in his strong arms and settled his hips between her upraised, parted thighs. His strong cock opened the portal of her cunt and slid into its warm, molten depths. She sighed with pleasure.
As he began to stir her with his rod, she moved her box around it. Soon their hips were pumping merrily. "Oooh, Don, what a prick!" she said. "I love it!" Her fingernails dug into his thick shoulders. As he fucked her with increasing intensity, her teeth found his flesh. His cock stroked hotly in her gyrating cunt. She moaned against his body and bit harder.
They surged to a tumultuous, mutual climax that had her whining with joy as he growled and spewed his warm sperm into her. She kept quivering and bumping spastically, until after his ejaculation was completed. Then she relaxed.
"Good?" he asked, and gave her a quick kiss on her panting mouth.
"Mister, you can screw me any time," she said.
He knew that.
Elizabeth left her home that afternoon and drove aimlessly for a while, mulling over the unhappy condition of her life.
She'd lost all respect for Lyle, and he didn't satisfy her any longer as a mate, but she had her home and children to think about. She'd lowered herself to a shocking degree in an effort to protect them.
What she'd done with Lyle's boss was bad enough, but to make matters even worse, she'd been seen doing it. She wondered if that secretary of his could be trusted.
Probably so, she decided, since the girl had gotten in on the fun and games herself.
Elizabeth had a strangely mixed feeling about that part of the incident. It had been gratifying in a peculiar way to bring such pleasure to another female. Yes, and the act had excited Elizabeth, even though it had come right after her release with Brower.
She wondered if the girl she'd sucked off had ever been treated that way before. Would she want it again? What's it like to be on the receiving end of such treatment, anyway? Elizabeth had no idea. But she was curious.
She finally stopped at a bar. She needed a drink to calm her down, and she wanted some more time to herself.
The place was cool and quiet. She walked to the back and took a secluded booth. A girl came over, and Elizabeth gave her order. She lit a cigarette.
That business with the secretary in Brower's office had really gotten to her. She couldn't quit thinking about it-She glanced around the cocktail lounge. It was nearly deserted at this hour. In a booth across the way was a woman seated alone. She was a well-dressed blonde, about
Elizabeth's age - a year or so under thirty.
Without consciously realizing she was doing so, Elizabeth kept watching her. After a few moments, the woman glanced her way. Their eyes met. The other woman smiled.
A strange sensation slithered along Elizabeth's spine, and she averted her eyes. She felt warmth come into her cheeks.
The waitress brought her drink. She paid for it and took a large sip. She noted that her hand was trembling a little as she put the glass down.
She tried to keep from looking at the other booth. She succeeded for a time, but finally she became so uneasy that she had to glance that way.
The blonde was watching her. She smiled again. This time Elizabeth smiled back. Her cheeks felt hotter, and in her crotch there began the warm, tickling sensation she used to get before having sex with Lyle.
Good Lord! she thought. What's happening to me?
The blonde got up and crossed to her booth.
"Hi," she said in a throaty voice. "Want company?"
"Well, I..."
The woman sat down opposite her. She'd brought her drink. She sipped it as she watched Elizabeth with a hint of amusement on her pretty face.
"Do I know you?" Elizabeth asked, forcing a flustered smile. "I was thinking, when I saw you over there, that I knew you from some place, but I couldn't..."
The lie petered out before the other woman's gentle, knowing smile.
"I have an afternoon to kill," the blonde said. "How about you?"
"Well, I really should be getting home. I mean ..."
"It's up to you, of course," the blonde said, and kissed the rim of her glass. She kept watching Elizabeth.
She's a Lesbian - no doubt about that, Elizabeth thought. And I must have communicated something to her when our eyes met.
It was uncanny that, within hours after her first Lesbian experience, she should go out and encounter another Lez. Was the world that full of them? She'd never had one approach her before.
"What do you say?" the blonde asked gently.
"I... I don't quite understand," Elizabeth said.
The other woman laughed in the silken, throaty way she had. "Come on now, baby. Let's not kid each other. My place is right near here. Well have the house to ourselves. I can give you what you want"
A strong tremor passed through Elizabeth. Give me what I want. That meant the other woman would be the aggressor, as Elizabeth had been forced to be the aggressor with Brower's secretary.
Elizabeth would find out what it was like to receive, as well as to give.
"Well?" the blonde asked. "Make up your mind."
Elizabeth's voice sounded strange to her own ears as she murmured, "All right"
She was so uptight she could hardly carry on an intelligent conversation as they rode to the other woman's home in her car - a dark, sleek Oldsmobile. Her name was
Lynn Thomas, she said.
Elizabeth introduced herself. "Do they call you Liz?" Lynn asked. "My husband does, but I don't care for it."
"I see. You prefer Betty?"
"No. Oh, it's all right I don't really care." Her nerves were running riot.
"Elizabeth, then. How long have you been married?"
"Eight years."
"I've been married six. It's a drag, isn't it?" "Sometimes."
"You're very pretty, Elizabeth. I noticed you as soon as you walked into the bar, and I told myself, Id like to make love to her. Of course, I had no idea whether or not you'd be interested."
Elizabeth looked at her. "What...made you decide...I would be?"
"The way you looked at me, of course." She smiled. "I have the feeling, though, that you're not too experienced at this sort of thing."
"Are you?"
"Goodness, yes. I've been a Switch hitter since college."
"Does your husband know? "
She laughed gently. "What do you think?"
"Do you .. . often go to that bar? Elizabeth asked. She was curious to know whether she'd walked into a Lesbian hangout without realizing it.
"It's handy," Lynn said. "But I go to others, also. I don't dig dykes, so I stay away from the obvious places. You're my kind of pickup." She reached across and placed her hand on Elizabeth's knee.
A jolt of sweet excitement coursed through her. She'd never reacted more strongly ... even to the touch of a man.
God, am I really strange underneath? Is that why I've had trouble responding to Lyle lately? No, that didn't hold water, because she'd responded to Brower when he'd screwed her.
Lynn lived in an attractive, ranch-style home that looked very much like hers. The neighborhood was comparable. They drove into the driveway and parked.
Elizabeth got out of the car on shaky legs. She walked with Lynn to the door. Lynn took a key out of her purse and unlocked. The house seemed deserted.
"Want another drink? " Lynn offered.
"No. No, thanks."
Elizabeth was more anxious to get to the main even than she cared to admit.
"Let's go to the bedroom then," Lynn suggested smoothly.
Everything was neat as the proverbial pin. Elizabeth couldn't help but admire the other woman's housekeeping.
"Why don't you slip out of your dress," Lynn asked?
A wave of panic struck Elizabeth at the last moment. She didn't want this to happen. She really didn't.
(OH, DIDN'T SHE?)
With trembling fingers, she opened the fasteners of her dress. Lynn casually removed her own belt, then opened her dress. Both women took their dresses off.
Elizabeth caught a glimpse of herself in the wall mirror, next to the bed.
God, this was shocking! In a way, it was more shocking than what had happened this morning, because this was entirely of her own doing. She'd invited Lynn's attentions, though she hadn't been aware of it at the time. When she realized what was happening, she could easily have backed out. But here she was, preparing to go to bed with another woman, in the middle of the afternoon.
Thank goodness she'd washed thoroughly after the unpleasant interlude with Lyle.
Wearing her half-slip and bra, she lay down on the bed. Lynn wore only dark, bikini briefs. Her small tits quivered, their pink nipples extended.
Lynn glanced at herself in the mirror, and it seemed to Elizabeth that she smiled. That was strange. But Elizabeth promptly forgot about it as soon as the other woman joined her on the bed.
On the other side of the two-way glass, Lynn's husband sat in a chair, facing what appeared to be an ordinary window. He leaned forward intently and watched the fascinating spectacle begin to unfold on the bed.
As Elizabeth had anticipated, Lynn immediately assumed the aggressive, or "masculine", role. However, her approach was altogether different from a man's. She was more gentle, her hands moving over Elizabeth's body with a feather-light touch. Her lips, against Elizabeth's mouth, weren't like a man's lips at all. They were seeking - even demanding - but in a softer, more ..subtle way. There was none of the harsh forcefulness that men displayed when they were aroused.
Lynn's lips worked Elizabeth's lips apart, and Lynn's tongue slithered into her partner's mouth. Elizabeth's arms encircled the back of the woman who leaned over her. She returned Lynn's kiss. She pulled one foot toward her hips, and this elevated her knee. Her skimpy slip slid up her thigh.
The man in the other room gazed at the bare, creamy tops of her thighs, where white garter straps maintained a grip on her tightly drawn stockings. He became more excited. His cock was rock-hard in his pants.
Elizabeth writhed more, and the crotch of her white, nylon panties was exposed. Fred Thomas grinned as he gazed at the stimulating sight.
As Lynn kept kissing Elizabeth - now very lightly, just flickering her tongue against Elizabeth's lips and sliding it back and forth against them - she slid her hand down her partner's gently squirming body, across the soft rumple of her slip and onto the sleek front of her panties. Lynn's husband watched lecherously as his wife caressed the other woman's belly through those snow white briefs.
Gradually the caress delved into Elizabeth's crotch. The novice widened the spread of her thighs as Lynn's knowing fingers worked up and down on the narrow strip of nylon that covered the burning cunt.
"Get inside," Elizabeth heard herself plead. "Touch me there."
Obligingly, Lynn lifted one of the crotch elastics and slid her soft, gentle fingers onto the hot lips of Elizabeth's pussy. She rubbed the labia up and down. She pinched and wiggled them. Gradually, she let her middle finger delve between them. She stroked up and down Elizabeth's fleshy furrow. Another finger joined the first. They rubbed Elizabeth's clit and stimulated die sensitive nerve ends at the mouth of her vagina.
She felt as if she were about to go up in smoke. She wriggled her ass against the bed. She wanted to be completely naked. She wanted Lynn to lie atop her, so they could grind their pussies together. She wanted to feel Lynn's tits pressing hers. And then she wanted ...
"Roll over, baby," Lynn murmured.
Elizabeth turned onto her belly.
Fred gazed lustfully at her billowing ass, with the white silken briefs stretched around it. He watched his wife's hand move over that ass, gently rubbing and rolling the pliant curves.
Then Lynn caught the elastic at Elizabeth's waist and stretched it downward, gradually denuding her white, smooth buttocks. She pulled Elizabeth's pants all the way down and tossed them aside. She parted Elizabeth's legs slightly, so Fred could view the pretty woman's hairy twat.
Lynn bent and began to browse over the quivering, soft-firm buttocks. She licked, sucked and nibbled at the resilient flesh. Elizabeth moaned and wriggled her bare belly and cunt against the bed. This caused her fresh, delightful ass to vibrate against Lynn's face.
The tatter's fingers worked over her bare thighs, above the tops of her stockings, while Lynn's tongue struck moistly at the crack between her buns. Lynn licked deeper into that crack, sliding her tongue up and down.
Elizabeth moaned harshly, and her ass bumped against her lover's face. Lynn's hands settled in her soft, hairy crotch and rubbed the pussy up and down as she licked Elizabeth's spasming, tingling asshole.
Fred opened the front of his pants and let out his long, thick rod. He slid the hood back from its gleaming, rosy head and began to tickle the knob with his fingertips as he grinned weirdly and watched his wife make shocking love to the other woman.
Elizabeth had never had her ass licked before, and there were no words to describe her intense stimulation. She wanted all her clothes off. Oh, why didn't Lynn hurry up and finish stripping her?
As if by telepathy, Lynn perceived her own neglect and moved immediately to rectify it. Her flitting fingers opened Elizabeth's garters and brushed the stockings down. She opened the garter belt at Elizabeth's waist and took it off. She unsnapped Elizabeth's bra and drew her half-slip down and off.
She rolled the other woman over. Lynn plucked the loose brassiere away. Elizabeth's titties stood up, roundly appealing, with their medium-wide crests and stubby nipples.
Fred gazed through the glass at her exposed pussy. Its slick, inner lips protruded slightly from between the outer ones. He slowly worked the foreskin of his cock against his burning cockhead as he gazed at the delightful sight.
Lynn bent and kissed Elizabeth's tits. Her hand worked up and down Elizabeth's cunt, the fingers plucking at the edges of the pussy lips. Her mouth at Elizabeth's nipples was so different from a man's, licking and sucking very gently, swabbing the knurls of erectile tissue with a feather touch.
Elizabeth reached up and took hold of Lynn's small boobies. She fondled them and rubbed their erect nipples. This was such a strange sensation, feeling another woman's tits in her hands. But it was good. Exciting.
Everything that happened on that bed was exciting, r There was no sense of shame or repulsion attached to it - probably because she and Lynn were completely alone, or so Elizabeth thought
If she had known about Fred, she would have frozen, but as it was, she felt gloriously free.
She drew Lynn against her and slid her fingers under the top elastic of the latter's bikini briefs. She skinned the briefs down. Lynn worked her legs to get the panties off.
She spread-eagled herself atop Elizabeth and, for the first time, they were cunt-to-cunt This was another new and strange sensation to Elizabeth - she felt pubic hair grinding into hers, the way it did when a man screwed her, but there was no penis plunging into her cunt. She and her lover were just mound-to-mound, hair-to-hair.
Then Lynn settled back a little. "Raise your pussy," she told Elizabeth gently.
Elizabeth responded . . . and her cunt lips touched Lynn's, moisdy.
"Ooooh!" Elizabeth said. "That's wild!" "You never did this before?" Lynn asked, grinding her hips.
"No . . . not like this . . . ooooh, baby, doooo it! Wowww!"
"Let's change our positions a little," Lynn said in a moment. "Let me get one leg between yours." They moved. "That's it. Now III turn a little this way ..."
"Ooooh, that's even better!" Elizabeth exclaimed passionately. "Move your cunt! Ooh, baby! Lover! Screw me .. . screw me!"
Lynn chuckled as she moved her pelvis against Elizabeth's rocking, rotating twat "Women don't screw each other, silly. This is a vacation from fucking. That's what's so good about it We get all the sensations without being penetrated by some nasty "prick."
The way Elizabeth felt right then, pricks were indeed nasty. There was nothing like a soft, wet cunt grinding and bumping against hers. It was heaven!
She gripped Lynn's titties and tried to stretch one of diem down to one of hers, but, at Lynn's present angle atop her, this was impossible. Lynn perceived what she wanted and slid both her legs between Elizabeth's, straightening her body at the same time. Now their tits could touch. She leaned forward. Elizabeth guided Lynn's breasts until both women's nipples were in contact. The cute little knurls of flesh bent and rubbed each other, and the sensation was delightful. Breast pressed warmly against breast.
Elizabeth hugged Lynn, and suddenly the former had an urge to be on top. She began to turn the lighter woman. Lynn went along with it, and they rolled over, with Elizabeth ending up on top, her thighs spread above Lynn's lovely loins, her tits dangling above Lynn's, and the other woman wrapping her hands around them. She kneaded them deftly, without applying the hard, squeezing pressure that men often employed.
"Mmmmm!" said Elizabeth, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. "That's wonderful!"
"You have beautiful titties," Lynn said. "May I suck one in this position?"
"Oooh, yesss! Suck it! I'd love to have you suck my tits."
Elizabeth moved slightly, and Lynn guided a breast to her mouth. Holding the tit in her hand, she wiggled its erect, tingling nipple against the other's parted lips. She took quick, moist sucks, swabbing the sensitive bud with her slightly abrasive tongue.
Fred gazed at the open crotches of the two women - his wife's cute, little cunt that was fringed with golden hairs, and the other woman's, which was more meaty and bordered by curls that were a rich, dark brown. Love juice trickled along the folds of both pussies.
Clear lubricant seeped from the tip of Fred's pecker as he stroked it. His passion tightened toward the point of release, but he wanted to hold off until the women were snuggled into a sixty-nine, each with her head between the other's thighs, busily gobbling the sweetness from the other's twat.
They weren't far from that ultimate expression of passion. After Elizabeth had gotten both her tits sucked and licked by Lynn, and had ground her fuzzy mound against Lynn's, she rolled off and positioned herself on her back with her thighs parted invitingly.
Lynn quickly sat up and bent to the succulent feast which Elizabeth's pussy offered. The latter's spirit soared as she felt Lynn's soft, hungry lips take possession of her cunt, spreading the labia and suctioning tightly on her throbbing little hole.
"Oooh, God!" she cried, and gripped her own tits. She squeezed them as Lynn sucked on her twat
Lynn's tongue dipped into the pot of honey and lapped up its warm, sticky sweetness. Elizabeth moaned and writhed, pressing her pussy against Lynn's mouth.
Fred, watching this, stroked his big dick faster. There was a newspaper spread on the floor in front of his chair, ready to receive his spurting semen when he was ready to let it go. But he hadn't quite reached that point yet It was thrilling to watch his wife give that other babe a blow job, but the greatest kick would come when the brunette went down on Lynn ... because, in sucking Lynn's cunt, she'd be pressing her mouth and fluttering her tongue where Fred stroked his dick, when there wasn't something more exciting at hand. Fred did it all, but when he had his druthers, he preferred just to watch and jerk off - especially when he had something as exciting as this to look at
It was even better when the lovers could watch him while he watched them. Perhaps he would be able to experience that kick the next time Lynn entertained this passionate, brunette broad.
But for now .. .
He stroked and jerked his prick rhythmmmically, really beating his meat, as he watched his wife's mouth slide and suck against the red, open wound of the other woman's cunt Because of the way she'd positioned her head, and because of the extremely open position of Elizabeth's thighs, he could even watch Lynn's tongue flutter in the pussy, when his wife raised her mouth a little.
Now Lynn swabbed her tongue up and down the meaty, sopping gash, lapping across Elizabeth's tingling clit.
"Ooooh!" Elizabeth cried. "That's too much! I can't stand it!"
The time was right, Lynn decided, for her to swing atop the other woman, upside down, and give Elizabeth the chance to eat some honey, too. Lynn moved quickly, spreading her thighs above Elizabeth's face. The latter hungrily grasped Lynn's ass and pulled her down so that her wet pussy smacked against Elizabeth's mouth.
She tongued and sucked at the juicy cunt while her own cunt was ravished by Lynn. Both women's back were arched. Lynn's fingers sank into the pliant flesh of Elizabeth's upper thighs. Elizabeth squeezed Lynn's bottom. They moaned and blubbered into each other's palpitating pussy flesh.
Fred stroked his cock harder and faster. His mouth lolled open, his tongue projecting and fluttering.
As die women surged to a bucking, creaming climax, Fred's lust erupted. His balls spit forth the large amount of sperm they'd built up, and it leaped from the end of his twitching pecker. The looping spurts splatted on the paper he'd spread in front of him. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and enjoyed the throbs of intense pleasure that rocketed through him as he held his hot prick in his fist, squeezing the corona rhythmmmically to extract from his loins the last drops of passion.
Elizabeth and Lynn slid away from each other, both blissfully sated. Elizabeth's brain continued to cartwheel lazily. It had been a magnificent come.
So this was Lez love!
It was very much an open question in Elizabeth's mind right now as to which she enjoyed more - this type of tender caressing and kissing to a climax, or a vigorous, long-sustained fucking by a well-endowed male. Both had a lot to be said for them.
Indeed, it had been quite a day for her. Had she known she was being observed, in all her naked glory, by a masturbating male - Lynn's husband, no less - while she and Lynn pleasured each other girly style, the impact of the day would have been even greater. But even as it was, a lot had happened, and she had a lot to mull over in the hours and days that lay ahead.
At least, she didn't have to worry about Lyle's job, she believed. Whatever else one might say about Cyrus Brower, he was known as a man of his word.
Now if only that secretary of his wouldn't talk ...
Perhaps, Elizabeth mused, she should phone the girl and see what her attitude was - concerning that matter and something else, as well. Lynn had been a delightful love partner, but a person was foolish to have only one string for her bow. And Brower's secretary, was so deliciously young!
Elizabeth was already beginning to think like a long-time Lez. Now all she had to do was fall in love with some girl.
She smiled to herself. No. That could never happen.
But as late as yesterday, she would have said she couldn't make the Lesbian scene at all. Things happen, and people change. Sometimes people surprise even themselves.
CHAPTER THREE
"Well, what happened in the hairy old world today?" Jennifer Waverly asked her husband as he entered the house that afternoon.
"Who's here?" he asked.
"Just Clara. She's out in the kitchen, doing her thing." The lovely redhead gestured airily.
"Lead me to the martinis."
"They're out on the patio, friend husband."
"Come on." He gave her a pat on the seat of her snug, thin pants. Her ass bounced pleasantly.
"You look as if something's wrong," Jennifer said as they settled themselves on the patio, on opposite sides of the small table that bore the cocktail mixer and glasses.
"Wait until I tell you." He poured their drinks. "Yesterday's bright, shining bubble has exploded in thin air."
"You mean ... the promotion?" "Yeah, damn it. Lyle's wife was in to see Brower this morning."
"Elizabeth? For God's sake! What kind of a man is Lyle, getting her to do that? "
"You haven't heard what she did yet. You won't believe it. I didn't, at first. But the story's all over the office, and nobody would have the guts to make up a thing like that"
"Like what, for heaven's sake?"
He watched his wife closely and lowered his voice, "Like Lyle getting Elizabeth to come in and throw herself at old Brower in order to save his job. Brower's secretary walked in on them."
"And ...?" Jennifer leaned forward attentively.
"She saw sweet little Lizzie sucking Brower's cock."
"Good God in heaven," Jennifer said, flabbergasted.
"So there goes our promotion, you can bet your sweet life. We can't compete with that kind of action." Don took a large sip of his martini.
"Sucking his cock?" Jennifer repeated incredulously.
'That was it And after that, I suppose he fucked her. They were in there together for a long time."
"But they were seen! And the whole office knows about it That's going to ruin Lyle, isn't it?"
"Listen, baby, in our little playpen it makes not a particle of difference what anybody thinks, except Brower. You know that If Lyle's wife got him to commit himself, and I presume she did, I am up shit creek without a paddle."
"Hmmmm."
"What's that for?"
"I was thinking." She gazed off in the distance as she kissed the rim of her glass. "There's such a thing as fighting fire with fire."
"You're kidding!" He sat bolt upright.
"Well, we have to do something. We can't just sit and let this happen to us."
"It's already happened, baby."
"You don't know for certain. Brower's a tough nut, as you've frequently told me. Maybe he didn't commit himself to Liz. She could have been just working on spec."
'The whole thing surprises me," he said thoughtfully, and took a sip from his glass. "Liz has always seemed so ladylike."
"Well, what's unladylike about cocksucking?" Jennifer inquired softly. 'The finest ladies do it. Even your very own wife."
"With me, sure."
"It isn't shocking to think Liz might do it with Brower. What's shocking is that she let it happen in the office, and that she was caught at it. Lord, what a chop! Shell never live it down."
Don was studying her. "You're more broadminded than I thought"
She smiled. "Husbands rarely suspect how broadminded their wives are."
They both had something to think about, and they sat quietly for a few moments as they sipped their cocktails. Then Clara appeared at the sliding glass doorway and announced dinner.
Nothing more was said about the office situation until the Waverlys were alone together in their bedroom that night
Jennifer brought up the subject, as she stood next to the bed. She wore lacy panties only. Her bare tits stuck out provocatively.
'Tell the truth now," she said, smiling at Don, who sat on the edge of the bed. "Do you think Lyle has more bargaining power in his corner than you have?"
'That's not the point," Don insisted. "We're not going to bargain on that basis."
"Lyle chose the basis. We didn't"
She got down on her hands and knees on the bed, beside her husband.
He gazed at her delightful tits, which were superbly shaped and still firm in spite of her twenty-seven years. They couldn't have been more appetizing when she was seventeen. They tapered conically to luscious, pale-pink tips.
He brought his hand around one of them and gave it a tentative squeeze.
"What is your opinion, sir?" she purred.
"That you've got a helluva fine set of boobies - and I want to keep them all to myself."
"I have more than boobies going for me," she said. "Care to check out the rest of my assets?"
He ran his hand down her graceful back and over the upholstered bump of her silk-covered fanny. He patted it and enjoyed the springy jiggle.
He took hold of the waist elastic of her panties at both sides and slid them down. He ran his hand along her belly and into the fluffy, red curls on her mound.
"You're turning me on," she warned.
He said, "I want you turned on tonight. I want to forget what a disappointing day I've had."
"It isn't disappointing yet."
She rolled into his arms and fastened her mouth onto his. She gave him her sweet tongue. They kissed heatedly. Her tits agitated against his bare chest. His cock came up.
When Jennifer was warm and playful like this, she appealed to him strongly. But she could be a bitch at times. That, he supposed, was a wife's prerogative. But that also was why he played around on the side, with Nancy and others. They couldn't afford to act bitch toward him.
Jennifer slid her warm, moist mouth down, across his chin, along his throat, and through the coarse, dark hairs on his chest. Her hand dug into his pajama pants and brought out his stiff prick.
She bowed her head to his lap, taking the swollen glans into her mouth. She laved it with her tongue and sucked. As she moved her head, her red hair shimmered erotically in the subdued light
"Baby ... baby . .." he murmured, and his hands gently cradled her bobbing, twisting head.
She suddenly lifted her mouth from his prick. She smiled teasingly. "Want more?"
"Yes!"
She chuckled and went down on him again. This time she thoroughly licked his cockhead before she enclosed it in her warm, sucking mouth. She bobbed her head up and down rhythmmmically.
She was going to let him finish that .way tonight. How wonderful! When she treated him like this, she could get just about anything she wanted. He knew what she wanted now. She wanted him to tell her it was all right for her to make a play for Brower.
Well, there was something to be said for it, he had to admit. He didn't want to be an assistant sales manager for the rest of his life. With the promotion and raise they could buy the boat they'd been wanting, and he would be a man to be reckoned with at Brower Electronics.
But he wasn't thinking about this now. He was totally mesmerized by Jennifer's mouth which slid suckingly up and down on his throbbing, stiff pecker and by the bobbing of her red hair, like dancing fire.
Her tongue worked with her lips. Her teeth and palate scraped him. After a while, he lay back against the bed and closed his eyes.
Jennifer kept sucking, sucking at his cock... flickering and sliding her tongue against it.. . fondling his tense, drawn-up balls. His nerves drew tighter and tighter. He groaned pleasurably and writhed.
She bobbed her head faster. He was about to erupt. He held it off as long as he could, so as to derive the greatest possible pleasure from the act
But finally he could hold off no longer. With a harsh growl of triumph, he bucked upward, jamming his hot dick deep into his wife's throat, and he let go, convulsing and spurting his thick, warm cream into her gullet
She swallowed it all without flinching. She kept her mouth around his cockhead and kept sucking until his balls were dry. Then she slowly raised her head, letting his softening prick slide free. It fell moistly and heavily to the side.
She crawled up next to her husband and offered her mouth for his kiss. He kissed it gratefully, plunging his tongue inside. He tasted his semen in her mouth.
When they were lying side-by-side under the covers, and the light was out, she said, "Invite Brower out here for an evening. Then you arrange to get a call from somebody - anybody at all, so long as it sounds like you're being called away on something urgent. Go out and bowl a few games. Give me just two hours with that old bastard."
"Jennifer..."
"Come on now. You know it's the only thing for us to do. It won't soil me, darling. And remember, I'm doing it for us."
"Well, you remember something, also: I didn't ask you to do it"
"Of course you didn't, Don." They kissed again.
CHAPTER FOUR
June Stanley stood beside her boss's chair, as she knew he liked to have her do, while he looked over the morning mail that she'd just brought in. His hand slid up the back of her thighs, under her miniskirt, and caressed the firm, springy globes of her ass.
"How did you enjoy our little game yesterday with Mrs. Peterson?" he asked casually as he examined the letters in front of him on the desktop.
"It was kicky," she said, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.
But it was kicky. There wasn't any doubt about that
He pulled down her pantyhose and fondled her fanny through her thin, clinging mini briefs. "Peterson ought to be in his office by now. Call him as soon as you leave and tell him I'd like to see him."
"Yes, sir," she said, getting itchy from his fondling.
He slid his hand inside her briefs and made her even more itchy as he rubbed his middle finger shallowly up and down the crack of her butt. What a horny, old man he is!
"I'll see if I can arrange another little session," he said, "this time at the Peterson's home. you'll go there with me, won't you?"
Why did he have to ask? Surely he didn't believe she would refuse to do anything he wanted. But that was Brower - insisting that everything be formally correct while he gave the whole world a screwing.
"I'd like that, "June said.
"Good. Now get hold of Peterson for me."
He gave her bare bottom a couple of quick pats, then restored her mini briefs and pantyhose to their correct positions.
June hurried out.
Five minutes later, his intercom buzzed. He touched a button. "Yes?" "Mr. Peterson is here," June reported. "Send him in, please."
Brower was leaning back in his luxurious, leather chair and smiling faintly when Lyle walked into his office.
"Sit down ... sit down," Brower said expansively, and gestured toward a chair in front of his desk.
Lyle, looking sheepish and a little hung-over, did as directed.
"You have a very charming wife, Lyle. I had no idea."
"About that, Mr. Brower ..."
Brower held up a finger. "Please. Let's not belabor the past. Let's talk about the future. I'll expect greater attention to duty on your part from now on."
"Yes, sir. You can count on that."
"Good. Now ... something else: I think it would be appropriate for you, your delightful wife and me to get together for a little social evening. Naturally, bring a friend.-"
"Well, of course. That sounds pleasant indeed. At our place - let's say, tomorrow night?"
"Very good. Oh, Lyle ... in case there's any talk around the office, or if you find yourself getting strange looks, just ignore them. They don't mean anything."
Lyle blinked at him. "I... I don't understand."
"Don't you? But surely you must know what happened yesterday. Your wife must have told you."
"She said she came to see you."
"Is that all she said?" Brower's gray eyes twinkled.
"What... more is there?"
Brower tilted back his head and chuckled, as if enjoying a private joke. "Oh, nothing. Nothing. Just ignore the gossip and glances. Keep your eye on the ball, Lyle. That's the way to get ahead around here. And I'll see your tomorrow night - at around nine o'clock?" "Y-yes, that would be fine."
Lyle was a very confused man as he left Brower's office. What had the old bastard meant about what happened yesterday? And twice he'd referred to gossip and strange looks. What was all that about?
This morning, on his way in, he'd received a couple of peculiar glances, but he'd assumed they were prompted by a rumor that he'd been fired. No announcement to that effect had been made and he'd assumed that if such a rumor was out, his return to the office today would put it to rest. Is there more to it than just that?
He thought of calling Elizabeth right away, then vetoed it. She'd been very chilly last night and this morning. Maybe tonight he could get her to talk to him and tell him what the hell Brower was driving at.
And how about the way Brower had practically invited himself over to the Petersons' home? It was a compliment, of course, to have the boss as a guest - and Lyle might be able to score a few extra points that would help in winning the big promotion that was coming up-but Brower had sort of taken things for granted, and that was what Lyle didn't like.
Well, the old man must finally have gotten drunk on the absolute power he had in the company. Lyle could hardly blame him. Anything Brower wanted, both in and outside the office, was his at the snap of his fingers. Shit, he didn't even have to do that. All he had to do was hint.
Elizabeth gave Lyle a blank look that evening when he reported what Brower had said.
"Surely you must know what the old fart's driving at," Lyle insisted.
"I haven't the faintest idea."
"Well, it's true that I did get some funny looks today. My secretary acted very peculiar."
"Old Mrs. Forrestal always acts strange. You've told me that before."
"But not this strange. Liz, are you telling me the complete truth about yesterday?"
"Of course. What else would there be to tell? I just asked Brower to give you another chance, and he agreed."
"Very well. If you say so. Oh, incidentally, he and a friend are coming over tomorrow evening."
"What?"
"Well, don't look so shocked. It's a feather in my hat to have the boss accept an invitation to visit us, especially after all this fuss. It shows everything's forgiven."
Elizabeth bit her Up.
"Talk about acting strange," Lyle said, "what's gotten into you?"
"It's nothing," she said, and turned away.
God, how was she going to cope with this? How could she treat Brower as if nothing had happened between them? How could she keep Lyle from finding out? And what in hell did Brower have in mind, anyway? He must have engineered the invitation. Lyle wouldn't have taken it upon himself to invite him without consulting her first.
And there were those strange looks Lyle said he was getting. Brower's secretary had blabbed! That had to be the only explanation.
It was a fucked-up mess, and Elizabeth was caught in the middle of it. But it was all Lyle's fault. If he weren't so incompetent, he wouldn't have pissed Brower off and gotten himself fired.
The next evening, she was on needles awaiting Brower's arrival. Who's the guest he's bringing? she wondered. And what's the point of the whole thing - to make me grovel some more? To tease me in some cute way?
Lyle looked forward to the evening. It would be an opportunity, he felt, to get to know the boss better, and at this stage in his career that could only be a good thing.
The kids were packed off to grandmother's for the night. It wouldn't do, when the boss was there, to have a sleepy, little face appear at the living room door and report a bad dream, the need for a drink of water, or any of the countless other complaints which children of six and seven years could hatch in the late evening hours.
At the sound of the door chimes, Lyle jumped up. "They're here!" he announced.
Elizabeth tensed. She got up and followed him to the door.
Lyle's eyes widened with surprise when he saw June standing there, beside the boss. He'd heard whispers that there was something going on between them, but it was a shock to have him bring her to the Petersons' home as his "date". Still, he was a single man and could escort anyone he liked, Lyle supposed.
Lyle's surprise was nothing compared to Elizabeth's. She could have fallen through the floor.
Right on the heels of her shock came a sickening dread: Brower had planned something bizarre. She just knew it. But she forced a smile.
Pleasant greetings were said all around. Lyle introduced June to his wife, saying he wasn't sure whether they'd ever met (Hah!)
Brower eyed Elizabeth with sardonic amusement, but there was nothing in what he said to arouse Lyle's suspicions. Elizabeth found herself gazing at June, and the cute, young blonde seemed to reciprocate her interest.
At first, as drinks were served and the conversation ranged over light, impersonal topics, there was no hint that anything unusual was going to happen. But Brower's meaningful glances kept Elizabeth's tension up. He was just biding his time, she realized.
Gradually, by prearrangement between Brower and herself, June moved in on Lyle. At the same time, Brower began to monopolize Elizabeth's attention. Finally he made his move. As they stood close together, chatting about current trends in the films, he placed his hand on her hip.
It's happening, she realized as a jolt went through her. Brower kept talking and smiling, holding his glass in one hand while the other caressed her hip in slow rotation, pressing her thin dress against her panties and flesh.
She grasped his hand with hers, but the sudden, steely change of his expression told her she mustn't stop him. He' continued to talk, as if nothing had happened. Her hand fell away. A helpless glaze came over her eyes. He moved closer and slid his hand to her buttock. He massaged the springy globe deftly and pulled her against him at the same time. In another moment he was caressing both her buttocks, rubbing them in slow rotation, activating her shivery flesh, setting her nerves atingle.
On cue, June said to Lyle, "Oh, look what they're doing!"
Lyle glanced, and his blood chilled. It looked to him as if Elizabeth were as responsible for the embrace as was Brower. She was standing right up against the man, pressing her tits into his chest, but Brower's hand became the focus of Lyle's attention.
June watched Lyle. It was going to be interesting to see how he reacted - what he did, if anything, about this blatant challenge to the sanctity of his home.
Brower was prepared for any sort of response from Lyle, at first. But he was confident that Lyle's considered response would be one that would let him go ahead. Elizabeth, as well as June, would help bring that about.
Lyle started to speak, then checked himself. He kept watching.
Brower looked at him. Elizabeth's back was aimed his way. While Lyle watched, his anger and perplexity building, Brower began to pull Elizabeth's skirt up.
She'd heard June's remark. She knew Lyle must be looking at them. "No!" she said, under her breath, to Brower. But she was afraid to push away from him.
He lifted her skirt higher and higher. Lyle seethed. June wanted to giggle, but she managed to restrain the urge. Elizabeth's skirt deserted the tops of her stockings. Her garters and bare flesh were exposed.
Brower suddenly pulled her skirt the rest of the way up to her waist, exposing her ass in clinging, pink, nylon briefs.
"Hey ...!" Lyle said in a raspy voice, and stepped forward.
"Tell him, darling," Brower purred to Elizabeth, and turned her so she could face her husband. He continued to hold her skirt bunched at her waist.
Her frightened gaze met Lyle's.
"Wh-what do you want me to say?" she asked Brower helplessly, as Lyle's shock increased.
This can't be happening, he thought. But it is!
'Tell him you want me to fuck you," Brower instructed, in a smooth, confident tone.
Her jaw trembled.
Lyle stood rooted to the floor, gazing at them in amazement.
"Go ahead," Brower prompted, a little smile on his face. Elizabeth said, "I... I... want him to ..." Her voice faltered.
"Fuck," Brower supplied. "Say fuck, darling. You want me to fuck you."
"I want him to ... fuck me," she told Lyle. "My God," he murmured.
June moved up to Lyle and ran her fingers through his hair as she pressed a titty against his arm. "You have me," she purred.
For the life of him, Lyle didn't know how this strange development had happened. But it had. And there seemed to be nothing in the world that he could do about it. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to do anything about it.
He looked down at June, smiling so invitingly as she pressed against him, and he wanted to fuck her. Here. Now.
He didn't know what Brower had done to mesmerize Elizabeth, but the thought of him screwing her, now that the initial shock had passed, wasn't exactly repugnant. In fact, it set off a tickle of added excitement within Lyle.
But, he didn't voice his approval of the arrangement. He merely turned and drew June into his arms.
Now it was Elizabeth's turn to be shocked, but the reaction was short-lived and not intense. She had become virtually shockproof during the last couple of days.
Brower set his drink down and leaned close to her, whispering in her ear as he petted her belly and bottom through the thin panties.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, darling," he said, "and your husband is going to have the pleasure of watching us. Then I may let him make love to you while I watch. How would you like that?"
"No ... please," she said in a small voice. Her body was suddenly afire from the effects of his petting. She watched Lyle and June in their clinch, and the vision began to swim before her eyes.
Brower slid one hand into her panties at the back, and it rode the crack of her buttocks down to the plump, lower portions of the cheeks. At the same time, his other hand stroked the hairy mound of her pussy through the clinging nylon. She felt humiliated standing there in the middle of her own living room, her skirt wound around her waist, while this man touched her intimately, inside and outside of her pants.
Lyle quit kissing June for a moment and glanced at his wife. She gazed back at him glassily as she submitted to Brower's brazen caresses. This vision of her hyped Lyle's libido, for some strange reason, and he turned back to June. This time he ran both hands up, underneath her minidress.
She wasn't wearing pantyhose this evening, but only bikini briefs. Lyle petted her firm, pertly rounded buttocks. They were more compact than his wife's. His prick was rampant in his clothes as he pulled June's mini briefs down and got his hands on her bare pussy and ass.
"Oooh, I like that!" she said, following Brower's orders to keep Lyle stimulated to the maximum degree.
Actually, she had no respect for him. Any man who would let himself be treated in his own home as Lyle was being treated tonight was beneath contempt, she felt. And yet she let Brower treat her as he wished in the office, and here, for the same reason - to hold onto her job. Did the fact that she was female make a difference in her judgment? Perhaps.
Brower pulled down Elizabeth's panties, then said, "Sit Over here, darling." He guided her to an ottoman.
She sat, and he pulled her panties off. He knelt on the rug in front of her and parted her thighs widely. Lyle watched as Brower gazed at her exposed cunt
'Take my dress off," June whispered.
Still watching his wife and Brower, Lyle pulled the zipper down June's back and began to raise her outer garment Her hand settled on the hump at the front of his pants. More excitement churned through him as she petted his hard-on through his clothes.
June wore only the mini briefs under her dress. Her well-shaped, pink-nippled titties stuck out, inviting Lyle's caresses. He took hold of both firm promontories with his fingers and thumbs. He rubbed and pinched the nipples. June worked his zipper down and snaked a hand in, through his fly.
Brower slid his hands up the inner slopes of Elizabeth's thighs, off her stockings, and onto warm, bare flesh.
"Ooooh," she said, and tilted her head back a little. Her bushy cunt seemed to reach for him.
He moved his thumbs all the way up to it and rubbed the velvety, large lips, stroking the hairs this way and that. Gradually, he pulled the large lips farther apart so that more of her inner meat was revealed. Moisture began to drool along the folds of flesh.
When Lyle glanced back their way, he couldn't see exactly what Brower was doing, because Elizabeth wasn't facing him.
"Let's move over there," he told June, and began to back up. He drew her with him by continuing to hold onto her tits, pinching and rubbing her nipples.
She disliked him even more strongly, but she gave no sign of it. She went along.
Now he stood where he could watch Brower rubbing the soft, hairy portals of Elizabeth's cunt wiggling the meaty folds and opening them wider. June glanced and was interested, but her main interest right now had to be Lyle, regardless of how she felt about it
She worked her hand into his Jockey shorts, gripped his cock, and pulled it out through his fly. Elizabeth opened her eyes and saw her husband standing there with his prick exposed and June's hand around it, but this vision had only a limited impact on her consciousness, for her mind was ablaze with passion inspired by Brower's deft wiggling of her pussy.
Lyle gazed in fascination at the sight. He loved having June's soft, cool hand wrapped around his stiff pecker, but the spectacle of Brower rubbing his wife's cunt lips was somehow more exciting. His priorities of interest had become reversed. June was pleasant to play with, but this business between Elizabeth and Brower proved exciting in the extreme.
"Lie back against the chair, dear," Brower instructed Elizabeth.
She lay back, keeping her hips on the ottoman. He gripped the backs of her stockinged knees and lifted her legs to form a vee. He propped one leg against his shoulder and held the other with his hand. His middle finger began to probe her twat, which had turned into a pudding of rosy flesh.
He slowly circled his finger, reaming her cunt. He stretched the labia this way and that. He concentrated on her clit for a moment, prodding the hard nubbin with his fingertip.
"Ooh, God!" Elizabeth cried.
"Look at them ... look at them ..." Lyle murmured passionately.
As well as disliking him for his enjoyment of Brower finger-fucking his wife, June was miffed because he seemed to have lost interest in her. She would bring him back, the bastard!
She dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand, which encircled his penis, slid back the foreskin, exposing the plump, rosy knob of his cock. The aroma of his aroused maleness reached her nostrils. She moved forward and kissed the tip of his prick.
The act achieved its purpose. A pleasurable shock went through Lyle, and his attention was drawn back to her. He looked down and watched her pale, pink lips working on the end of his pecker.
Elizabeth didn't see this. For a while, after lying back, she'd looked at the ceiling, but now her eyes were closed, and she concentrated entirely on the exquisite sensations of touch which she received from Brower's probing finger in the soft, throbbing core of her body.
Now that firm, slender probe slid into her channel and worked up and down, in and out Brower paused to ream her pussy with a slow, rotating motion, then resumed the penetrating thrusts.
Elizabeth moaned and writhed, fucking the finger as it fucked her.
June continued to suck on the end of Lyle's happily pulsating prick. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through him. His gaze swung back and forth from June's gently bobbing blonde head, and her lips around the end of his cock, to his wife squirming, with her legs up, while Brower methodically frigged her sopping, hot cunt with his hand.
This ordinary, middle-class living room had suddenly, almost inexplicably, turned into a passion pit. And the action had only begun.
Brower quit diddling Elizabeth's pussy and lowered her legs, so that her feet touched the floor. He moved forward and took off her dress and brassiere. Her bare tits flopped to and fro as she squirmed. He basketed them between his hands and shook them gently, causing the responsive flesh to shiver. Her beige nipples stuck up, big and hard.
He bent and kissed one, caressing it with his tongue as he sucked. He went to the other and sucked it, also.
Now he stood and quickly took off his clothes. He glanced Lyle's way, but Lyle avoided his eyes. Lyle stared at his all-but-naked wife, who lay spraddle-legged on the chair and ottoman.
June stopped mouthing his penis and stood up, her tight tits vibrating. They were smaller and firmer than his wife's, but not as roundly voluptuous.
"Take your clothes off, hmmm?" June suggested. "I'll help you."
Brower got naked first. Lyle couldn't help but glance it his cock and note its considerable size. But with all his fooling around with Elizabeth, his penis hadn't become hard.
Lyle's prick stayed up while he and June, working together, got all his clothes off. Now everyone in the room was naked, except for the bikini panties which June wore and Elizabeth's stockings and garter belt.
While Lyle and June watched, Brower pushed the ottoman against the edge of the chair where Elizabeth sprawled. This caused her ass to slide off the ottoman. He gripped her under the arms and pulled her to a sitting position on the chair. He knelt on the chair seat and ottoman, straddling her thighs.
"Suck me," he told her.
June stood close to Lyle and once more wrapped her hand around his erect cock. He watched with heightened fascination and mounting excitement as Brower gently but firmly pushed Elizabeth's head down toward his cock and balls.
She lifted the sizable but limp pecker. She placed her mouth against the hp of his foreskin and pushed it back, taking the cockhead into her mouth. She sucked and gently chomped on it. This produced a quick response. Brower's prick stiffened, and soon its knob filled her mouth.
Lyle watched his wife's cheeks and throat muscles working as she sucked and licked the juicy, plump cock.
"Well, are you just gonna look at them, or are we gonna have some fun?" June wanted to know.
He shifted his gaze back to her. "We're going to make it," he declared with conviction, because he was more than ready now. He'd taken nearly all the stimulation that he could stand.
She got down onto the floor. He dropped to a kneeling position beside her and pulled off her clingy, brief pants. She opened her legs.
He noted, just before he assumed a screwing position, that Brower was bobbing his hips forward and back, pumping his cock in and out of Elizabeth's mouth. He was, in fact, fucking her mouth. And she was taking to the treatment passionately.
If Lyle resented this at all, the negative aspect had to take second place to the excitement it gave him. He fell forward atop June, drove his hard cock into her pussy, and began to hump her.
She moved with him, but soon discovered that she couldn't maintain a satisfactory rhythm. He was driving too fast, already going for his payoff.
The hell with him, June thought. She didn't much care whether she reached a climax or not during this phase of the evening's festivities. Much lay ahead, as Brower had explained to her.
Lyle fucked her faster and faster. He came, jerking and jetting his hot sauce into her quim.
Right after he finished, he raised his face and watched through slightly glazed eyes as Brower jammed his dick deep into Elizabeth's throat. His buttocks were compressed. Lyle saw the tremors pass through him and knew he was finishing.
Elizabeth gurgled and groaned as his thick cream flooded down her throat. God, but he had a lot of it! She drank it all and kept sucking. His cock began to shrivel in her mouth. Finally she let it go and it plopped out, dragging down across her chin. It trailed a thin stream of semen, mixed with her spit.
She wiped her chin with her hand and gazed up at him as he stood.
"That was very good, my dear. As I believe I told you before, you're an excellent cocksucker."
He turned to Lyle. "Your wife gives head very well, Peterson."
"I know," Lyle said.
Oh, you turd! thought June. Get off me, will you?
As if she'd vocalized the request, he did get off. She sat up.
"Would you like a drink?" Brower asked Elizabeth with a wry smile. "Something to wash down the semen?"
"No," she moaned. "I want to be fucked."
"I'm afraid that's impossible at the moment. Neither your husband nor I can be of any help to you. But if you'd settle for June ... ?"
"Yes!" Elizabeth exclaimed, looking at the cute blonde. "I want June!"
To Lyle, this was the greatest shock of all. Still he didn't offer an objection. He just watched.
June went to Elizabeth gratefully ... eagerly. The two women lay down together on the floor.
CHAPTER FIVE
Brower and Lyle sat nearby on the rug, at the opposite sides of the passionately embracing females.
Lyle could hardly believe he was watching his wife kiss June's mouth with such obvious relish. The women clutched at each other.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" Brower remarked.
Lyle nodded and murmured something inaudible as he stared.
The women pressed their bellies together and intertwined their legs. Their mouths sucked hungrily at each other. Their tongues caressed in moist embrace.
This seemed to Elizabeth a reward for everything she'd endured so far this evening. She wasn't concerned about Lyle watching her and learning she could enjoy herself with another female. He'd watched what had gone before and, judging by the look on his face, he'd enjoyed that, the bastard! Also, he hadn't hesitated to screw June in front of her. So, who was he to point a finger, anyway?
June was eagerly entering a new realm of pleasure. What had happened the other day with Elizabeth had been only an introduction, though a very satisfying one. Now she embraced the real thing, totally, and she was ready to give as well as receive. She wanted to do it all.
Her hand crept around one of Elizabeth's voluptuous, full breasts and squeezed. The sensation made June a little giddy. She'd never really felt another woman's tit before. She kept squeezing, kneading the large boob rhythmmmically. She twirled and plucked at the erect nipple.
She wanted Elizabeth to caress her tits. Responding to the excitement June was giving her, Elizabeth wasn't long in complying with the unspoken request. She slid her hand up June's front and rubbed the firm, little titties, causing them to shiver tautly. When Elizabeth began to tease one of June's nipples, the latter tore her mouth free and gasped with delight.
"Ooh, baby, that's good!" she said. "Do it some more. Suck them. Do everything with them. You have such wonderful hands!"
Brower glanced at Lyle again. The older man smiled knowingly. Lyle continued to be amazed by the bizarre behavior of the women. Elizabeth had never given him so much as a hint that she had any physical interest in women. He suddenly realized that, in spite of their eight years of marriage, he didn't know her.
She got her mouth down on June's breast and sucked at the hard, little nipple. June moaned with delight and arched herself, shoving her tingling tit more firmly into Elizabeth's mouth.
The letter's hand slid down her front and into her golden garden. Elizabeth plucked at the silken curls and raked her fingernails through them. June flung her legs wider apart. One of Elizabeth's fingers glided into her moist, fleshy socket. Elizabeth felt her own husband's cum in there.
Would she have to get her mouth down onto June's pussy and lap that stale semen? Yes! June would expect it. Anyway, Elizabeth wanted to do it. She'd just gobbled Brower's goop, so why not Lyle's, stale or not? What difference did it make? What difference did anything make now?
She started to kiss downward, along June's body, but the younger woman grasped Elizabeth's swaying tits and squeezed them hard.
"I want to suck," June stated candidly.
Elizabeth was pleased. She straddled the pretty blonde and leaned forward, dropping one of her full, luscious boobies against June's mouth. With a little groan of pleasure, June wrapped her hand around the tit and wiggled the nipple in her open mouth. She lapped at it avidly. The nipple bounced in and out as Elizabeth writhed.
Lyle continued to stare in fascination. Brower watched with interested amusement
June's pink tongue danced against the jumping tit Elizabeth writhed more, socking the nipple into June's mouth and out again. She turned slightly and gave her the other boob. This time June clamped her moist mouth around it and sucked it deeply inside. The most delectable thrills coursed through Elizabeth as the other woman nursed at her throbbing tit.
June grasped both boobs, rubbing them back and forth against her mouth. Saliva ran out and drooled over her chin.
When June finally indicated that she'd had enough tit sucking for awhile, Elizabeth climbed off and bent low on her body. She dropped a pendulous tit into June's crotch and rubbed the nipple along the lips of her cunt The firm nipple nudged June's erect clitty.
As he watched the amazing spectacle of the two women making love, Lyle felt a resurgence of desire in his own body.
Elizabeth bent farther and began to lick June's smooth, inner thighs. Her tits and hair dragged against June's skin. She wasn't long in working her way to June's wild-smelling little cunt, and she clamped her mouth onto it hungrily.
June moaned and shivered with delight. As Elizabeth sucked and tongued the pussy, she aimed her bottom toward June's face. At precisely the right moment, while plunging her tongue deep into June's vagina, she threw a leg across June's body and backed up a little more, thereby positioning her own cunt just above June's face.
The pretty blonde gazed up at it. This was the first time in her life that she'd seen another woman's twat at such close range and in circumstances which invited her to make use of it. She took her cue from what Elizabeth was doing with her snatch. She grasped Elizabeth around the ass and pulled the meaty, hair-bordered cunt down to her mouth. Her tongue leaped up, parting the moist, slightly sticky lips and sinking into the channel of Elizabeth's twat.
Groaning into June's fragrant meat, Elizabeth ground her own pussy against her partner's loving mouth. At the same time, she lapped deeper into June's cunt. She sucked up the girl's honey, mingled with Lyle's cum. She swallowed it and went for more.
Elizabeth's rich juice dribbled into June's mouth as the younger woman fluttered her tongue in the pliant, velvety labia. June worked her tongue back and forth across the nub of Elizabeth's clitty. The latter gripped June's thighs harder and sucked more ardently at June's precious twat. The little pussy spasmed with pleasure. June's honey flowed in greater volume.
The women writhed and twisted, clutching each other as they ate each other's cunts.
Lyle's cock was up. Brower remained relaxed outwardly, and the slight smile clung to his lips. Lyle could restrain himself no longer. He had to get down on the floor, where the action was.
He sprawled across his wife's body, gripping one of her tits and one of June's. He began to kiss ardently, along his wife's back.
He was completely carried away by the utter wantonness of what was happening, and by his own reborn desire, which had become needle sharp. He petted Elizabeth's billowing buttocks, rubbing them this way and that. He kissed down to diem and didn't stop - his wet lips and flickering tongue worked over one rich buttock, men the other. It stabbed into the satiny crack between the restless mounds.
Feeling this, Elizabeth lapped at June's cunt all the stronger. She assumed it was Brower atop her. Lyle had never kissed her this way before. Brower hadn't either, but she felt he was capable of anything.
As the man's tongue struck at her asshole, the little orifice tingled and its muscles contracted spastically. Now that Lyle had begun tonguing her there, he didn't want to stop. He was in the grip of some erotic demon.
He tongue-washed his wife's anus thoroughly, then licked deeper until his tongue fluttered against June's tongue. They both worked on Elizabeth's juicy, soft pussy flesh. f
Brower gained more and more sardonic amusement from what was taking place. It was amazing what he had brought about. But, in another way, he wasn't surprised. As a realist, he knew the human animal was capable of anything. All that was required was the right set of circumstances and a little nudge in a given direction.
Lyle busily licked over the soft folds of his wife's cunt, then managed to nudge June's tongue out of die way sufficiently to insert his own tongue in Elizabeth's vagina. He withdrew it and slid it into June's mouth. She continued to lick the other woman's pussy.
Lyle ran his tongue down his wife's plump thigh and under the rim of her tightly drawn stocking. He licked along, underneath the stocking, to her garter, and traced it upward to the belt at her waist. He fluttered his tongue up to her armpit, licked and sniffed around there, and dived alongside her head into the redolent valley of June's widespread thighs.
Only then did Elizabeth realize it was he who'd been giving her this added stimulation, but she didn't offer any acknowledgement or stop what she was doing. She kept tonguing the juicy pudding of flesh between June's legs.
Lyle found he couldn't get at June's cunt from that direction, so he licked his way around her thigh and went at the pussy from underneath. This brought him face-to-face with his wife. Still she gave no sign and kept lapping at the strawberry-colored twat - stroking her tongue in and out of the gaping channel and up, across the tense clit.
Lyle hunkered into June's fragrant crotch and went to work, licking as much of the pussy as Elizabeth wasn't using at the moment. When she moved slightly to take possession of the portion he'd been kissing, he slid his tongue down between June's firm, satiny buttocks and proceeded to lap at her asshole with as much ardor as he'd shown toward Elizabeth's, earlier.
June quivered with delight and began to bite at Elizabeth's soft, moist pussy, This gave the latter such a thrill that she clamped her lips around June's clit and waggled her tongue briskly against the sensitive point. Both women surged toward a climax. Lyle helped propel them to the pinnacle by fastening his mouth around June's asshole and sucking deliriously. The women bucked and heaved, causing Lyle to lose the tasty target several times, but he kept returning to it, and finally he jammed his tongue at the sphincter. His tongue popped into June's ass, she bit Elizabeth's pussy hard, and the latter responded by sucking so sharply on June's clit that the younger woman had a second climax on top of her first.
The women moaned and writhed, clutching each other so hard that their fingers sank deeply into the flesh. Their entire bodies blossomed with wondrous, throbbing warmth.
As their mutual climax finally ebbed, they fell apart, Elizabeth rolling onto her back.
Now Lyle leaped between June's thighs and ran his stiff-as-steel prick up her pussy. She hardly felt it because she was so blissfully sated at the moment. She didn't object.
Lyle began to stroke his cock briskly in her moist and very open cunt.
Brower had a hard-on by this time, and he couldn't resist the lure of Elizabeth's wide-flung thighs, with the stockings and garters still clinging to them. He dropped into the saddle and began to fuck her.
The two men screwed in a startlingly different way. Lyle pumped briskly in and out of June's hot little cunt, while Brower stroked his prick in Elizabeth's pussy with a slow, steady rhythm, interrupted occasionally by a grinding rotation of his rod.
Elizabeth stirred. As great as her orgasm with June had been, she still preferred being fucked. And Brower, with his long, stiff prick and his skilled way of using it, fucked better than any man she'd ever had before.
Moaning, she began to grind her hot cunt around his stroking, reaming tool. Brower bore down more, but didn't increase the tempo of his humping.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried, digging her sharp fingernails into his back. She lifted her stockinged legs around him, crossing them at the ankles.
Lyle finished, driving deep into June's cunt and letting go. His warm cream flooded her for the second time that evening.
Brower and Elizabeth kept screwing, screwing. His mighty cock stirred the deepest nerve ends of her vagina and kept all the nerves around its mouth tingling with his incessant stroking and twisting. The hard shaft bent and pressed her clit so intensely that she nearly went out of her mind with delight.
"Ooh, what fucking!" she screamed. "God! Ooh, Jesus! Screw me, screw me! What a wonderful prick you have! Ooh, lover ... darling .. . how you're fucking me!"
Lyle, still lying atop June, watched his wife and Brower. He noted the impassioned expression on her face and listened to her lustful language. She'd never talked just that way to him when he screwed her, even in the early days of their marriage.
She was a whore at heart, he concluded, preferring an illicit copulation, whether with another man or even a woman, to the love he gave her. Well, that was all right. He'd discovered this evening how much fun could be had in an orgy, and, since Elizabeth enjoyed it too, there was nothing to stop them from orgying all the time.
He felt he should thank old Brower for opening his eyes.
His boss continued to fuck Elizabeth on Lyle's bed, stepping up the tempo now, driving for a climax. She came with a whoop of joy. He speared deeply into her cunt, and his iron-hard pecker jerked. She felt his hot semen spurt deep inside her, and she went into another paroxysm of orgasmic delight.
She shivered and moaned, her cunt muscles milking his cock until it had twitched its last and begun to soften. Gradually she quieted. He petted her face and kissed her on the eyes and lips.
He pushed himself off her sated body, his long, wet prick swaying.
"Peterson, I'm afraid June and I must be leaving," he said. "Thank you for an interesting evening."
"Thank you, sir," Lyle replied. The older man laughed. June couldn't help but join him in smiling. It was certainly true that a good time had been enjoyed by all. But Lyle was such a worm, June thought. He didn't deserve a woman like Elizabeth.
As June left the Petersons' home with Brower, she found herself wondering when she and Elizabeth could get together again ... and looking forward to the time.
CHAPTER SIX
"What rotten luck!" Don exclaimed when he returned from the telephone. "That was Frank Pearson, Mr. Brower. He's run into a snag on the Ami-Cron contract. He's got all their people together now, and he wants me to get over there and help him close the deal. I'm sorry to have to run like this."
Brower stood up. "Business comes first, of course. Don't let me detain you. It was a delightful evening, Don and Jennifer." He moved toward the door.
"But you don't have to leave, Mr. Brower," Jennifer said, standing up. "This business shouldn't take long, should it, darling?" she asked her husband.
"Only about an hour," he said. "Pearson's got the Ami-Cron people in a restaurant near here. Please stay, Mr. Brower. Have another drink. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Brower glanced from Don to his wife and noted the hopeful expressions on their faces. Suddenly it occurred to him that perhaps there was more to this development than appeared on the surface. It was possible that Don had heard something in the office about his new closeness with the Petersons, and Don had whispered something in Jennifer's pretty ear. All evening she'd been very friendly - almost too friendly for a wife in the presence of her husband, unless...
He smiled. "All right, I'll stay. I'm sure Jennifer and I can find much to talk about."
Don beamed. Jennifer looked greatly relieved.
"I doubt if you two will miss me at all," Don said, as he hurried to get his coat.
His car had no sooner backed out of the driveway before
Jennifer moved over beside Brower on the sofa. She looked very appealing tonight, with her red hair done up in an elaborate coiffure and wearing a white, clingy dress that was cut low at her breasts.
He swore she wasn't wearing a brassiere, judging by the way those titties quivered when she moved. But they were remarkably erect and shapely. She had a beautiful set!
Brower decided to see how far he could go with her. It wouldn't do any harm, since Don was beholden to him, and Jennifer wasn't likely to cause any trouble. The worst she could do was say no. He'd intended to make a play for her one of these days, anyway. As a successful businessman, he knew it was necessary to venture in order to gain. Who knows, Jennifer could turn out to be another Liz Peterson.
Don might even prove to be another Lyle. He was certainly as hungry for the sales manager's position as Lyle was. And behind every ambitious man, wasn't there an ambitious woman?
As Jennifer smiled and chatted, she leaned forward slightly, causing her neckline to droop. Brower gazed openly at her tits.
"You have very beautiful breasts," he said.
"Why, thank you, Mr. Brower!" She seemed definitely pleased.
"Call me Cy, won't you?"
"It would be a pleasure." Her green eyes promised illicit delights.
He reached out and opened her neckline a little wider. She didn't object or lean back. Her conical tits were revealed almost to her nipples.
"Very beautiful, indeed," he commented, running his fingers slowly up the edge of her dress to where it rounded her neck.
"Would you like to .. . see more of them?" she inquired boldly.
His fingers moved quickly to her zipper and let it down. The front of her dress sagged, exposing the rims of her pale pink aureoles.
Brower carefully lifted the dress off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms. Her titties stood revealed in all their naked glory.
"Delightful!" he said.
She waited, her nerves tense.
His hands moved up, beneath her tits, and took hold of the projecting, firm shapes. His fingers sank into the resilient flesh, but not far. Her tits were too tight and girlish for that. She'd never been pregnant, so, as far as her breasts were concerned, she was in fact girlish.
Brower rubbed his thumbs back and forth across the dowel-like pink tips, bending them. His touch stimulated her, and not only because he was her husband's boss and in a position to grant large favors. He knew how to treat a woman - that was apparent already.
"May I see the rest of you?" he asked, as casually as if he were offering to hold her wrap.
"Of course."
She stood up, next to his legs.
He carefully worked her dress down, over her hips and thighs, then let it fall to form a puddle around her feet. She wore long, sheer stockings, gartered high on her thighs to a lacy belt which she wore on top of the skimpiest, sheerest mini briefs he'd ever seen. They were only a whisper of flesh-colored nylon which let the fluffy, red hairs of her pussy show through.
He placed his fingertips on her mound, touching her through the filmy pants.
"Mmmmm!" she said, and tilted her head back. She closed her eyes.
He petted her snatch and his pecker came up hard in his shorts.
He began to ungarter her stockings. She stood submissively while he stroked both stockings down. She lifted a foot and placed it on his knee, so he could remove her shoe and stocking. He gazed at the new exposure of her crotch, which included just a bit of her pussy lips. She switched feet, and he removed her other shoe and stocking. When she stepped down again, he reached behind her, opened her garter belt, and drew it away.
He turned her so he could look at her ass. The thin, transparent panties hid none of its natural beauty. The cheeks were firm, set closely together, and beautifully rounded.
He took hold of her panties at the top and drew them down.
"I'd like to fuck you, Jennifer," he said.
She turned to face him with her panties wound around her knees. "I'd enjoy having you fuck me," she told him,, "but I want to do something else first."
"What's that?"
"I want to suck your cock."
His happy prick gave a jerk in his shorts.
Don had heard about Elizabeth and him, of course. Probably he'd put his wife up to this. Or perhaps this was her own idea, after he'd reported what had happened when Elizabeth was in Brower's office.
It made no difference. Either way, Brower was going to carve himself a choice piece of ass tonight. And before that he was going to have the satisfaction of inserting his prick in the mouth of this lovely woman.
Ah, the benefits that devolved upon the president of the firm!
"Why don't we do something about these pants?" she suggested, indicating the briefs which were still wound around her pretty knees.
"An excellent idea," Brower said.
He took hold of them and worked them the rest of the way down. She daintily stepped out.
"I love redheads," he said, gazing at the hair on her mound.
She smiled. "It's what's underneath that counts."
"Up front, things are all right, too."
Again he took hold of her tits, stroked them outward to the nipples and let them go with a little flip. They shivered provocatively.
"Mmmmm!" she said. "I'm getting anxious."
He wondered how much of what she said was real and how much was put on, merely to impress him. He determined to find out.
He took her by the hands and urged her down to a kneeling position. He placed her hands on the front of his trousers. She felt his large, hard rod.
'That's what I want!" she declared.
"Well, take it."
She unzipped his pants, reached inside, and brought his stiff prick out. "It's very large," she said, as she handled his cock.
"Skin it," he said, watching her. carefully.
She slid the foreskin back and gazed at the rosy head. Her eyes weren't as impassioned as they might have been, in view of the way she'd been talking. She was methodical. He wondered if she felt anything at all.
The tip of her index finger tickled the tip of his prick. A pleasant jolt went through him.
She bent and blew gently on the cockhead. It twitched. A look of satisfaction came over her face. Slowly her mouth approached his prick, her pink lips parting wide.
Her mouth touched him, and he received another burst of pleasure. He watched her lips crawl forward on his cock, until they enclosed the entire head. Now excitement gripped him and held on. It throbbed in steady waves as she sucked and ran her tongue around his prick.
She tilted her head this way and that, so she could go at his cock from different angles as she let him watch her lips working on it. She reached into his clothes and brought out his heavy balls. She slowly slid her moist lips off his prick. It gleamed. She pointed it straight up and licked down its underside, her rosy tongue fluttering.
She ran her tongue onto his nuts and licked through the long hairs. She even caught some hairs between her teeth and pulled gently.
She was good at this. It was difficult to choose between Elizabeth and her as to which one of them was the best fellatrix. The idea occurred to Brower that perhaps it would be interesting to stage a little contest...
"That's it, dear," he said. "Lick well."
"I love it!" she said gaspingly as she lifted her head. Then she immediately dived once more and began to lick around the ridge of his corona,, where his foreskin was folded back.
He was very sensitive in that area. His cock swelled more; it quivered.
"That's enough," he said finally, for he wanted to retain sufficient resistance to screw her well. "Let me take off my clothes."
She raised her head and gracefully got to her feet. Her titties vibrated tightly.
Admiring her, he stood and began to disrobe. She smiled at him. She was very poised. Too poised, he decided.
"What would Don think if he were to come home now?" Brower asked.
"Let's hope he doesn't," she said, but she didn't sound like a woman who was worried.
Brower decided to prolong the playtime in the hope that Don would in fact return and catch them cavorting in the nude. That would place things on a sounder basis.
The next step would be to get the Petersons and Waverlys together. . . with him, of course, and perhaps someone else. He smiled to himself. There were a number of interesting possibilities.
He faced her in the nude, his huge cock soaring out and slightly upward from his hairy bush. He had the virility of a man of twenty. That came from keeping his body in good condition and maintaining a zest for sex - something that most men tended to lose in middle-age. But most men in middle-age don't have the opportunity to be stimulated by so many attractive young women.
"Do you want to go into the bedroom?" Jennifer asked. "No," he said. "I'd rather fuck you here." She smiled. "You like that word, don't you?" "It's an honest word .. . and stimulating."
"I agree. Do you want to fuck me on the rug or on the couch?"
She was entirely too cool and methodical, he thought to himself again. He became more determined to shake her up, if that were possible, and find out what she was really thinking.
"Get down on all fours," he said.
She didn't bat an eye. She dropped nimbly to the floor. "On my knees or ...?"
"Yes. Knees and hands," he replied, then reconsidered. "No. Knees and shoulders."
She bent to that position, and he lined himself up behind her. Her cute ass stuck up in the air, and her thighs were parted to expose her red-fuzzed pussy. A thin line of moist rosiness showed between the plushy outer lips.
He took hold of the cheeks of her ass and spread them. She looked at him quickly over her shoulder.
She had a cute, little asshole, neat and pinkish. There were no hairs around it - not even tiny ones - and the area between her asshole and cunt was just as smooth and dainty.
Holding his cock in his fist, he moved closer on his knees. He inserted the head of his prick into the cleft between her satiny, firm buttocks. He worked the magic wand up and down, rubbing it back and forth across her asshole and down to the bunched softness of her pussy.
"Mmmmm!" she said again, and wiggled her ass seductively.
"Have you ever been fucked up the asshole?" he inquired casually.
She tried to laugh. "I have a better place for a prick than that."
"I don't know. Your asshole looks nice and tight."
"My cunt's tight, also."
"Well, well try the cunt first."
He maneuvered his hard cock to the cleft of the pussy and gave a deft twist of his hips. The spear of his manhood glided into her. True, she was tight enough in the quim. Her warm, little cunt felt very good, indeed.
He began to screw her, twisting and thrusting.
"Oooh, good! Good!" she exclaimed.
He didn't say anything. He just kept moving, but not rapidly. , "Doesn't it feel good to you?" she inquired.
"Quite good ... quite good," he said, and kept fucking.
Suddenly he pulled out and gave her a little slap across the butt. "Roll over," he said.
She did so, obediently, and lifted her legs in the air. He gazed at her rosy orifice, oval in shape. Its little muscles contracted as he watched.
She could be moister, he decided. She wasn't all as excited as she pretended to be. She was a cool operator, this cunt.
"Tell me what you want," he said. "I want you to fuck me, of course," she replied, trying to make herself pant.
"Be more explicit. I like to hear a lady use all the words."
"Stick your prick into me," she said. "Fuck me with that beautiful long, stiff rod."
"Fuck what?"
"My pussy. My hot, little pussy wants your cock."
"Let's see if it will grab for it," he said and directed his prick to the rim of her honey pot.
He rubbed the tip of his stick up and down, to stimulate the nerve ends in her labia. But he refrained from running his shaft into her.
"Oooh, give it to me!" she pleaded, closing her eyes. Her eyelids were an alluring shade of blue. Her pink, moist lips parted.
He worked his prick about an inch into her cunt. He continued to hold it and wiggle it around, reaming her soft pussy flesh.
"Oooh, Cy! Fuck me, darling. Fuck meeee!"
He pulled his cock out. He backed up and bent down to examine her pussy at close range. He placed his thumbs on its tender flanges and wiggled them, causing the folds of flesh to ripple.
He leaned closer and blew at her quim. "Oooooh!" she moaned.
He used his thumbs to open the top of her box and examine the hard bump of her clit. He rubbed his thumb up and down across it. She whined.
He moved forward again, gripped his prick, and agitated the tip of it against her clitoris. She panted harder. "Cy! Oh, God, you're killing me!" "But what a lovely way to die, hmmm?"
"I want your rod inside me. I want all of it. Please screw me, darling."
"Afraid Don might come home and catch us?" "Yesss! But I want it." She panted. "I'm about to come right now. Stick it innnn!"
He skidded his pecker into her rosy socket and shoved, sinking it up her channel. "Ooooh!" she cried. "Too much cock for you?" "No. No. I love it!"
He began to pull and thrust as he leaned forward on his arms. He moved briskly for about a half-dozen strokes, sinking his prick deeper and deeper into her wet, snug warmth. Then suddenly he pulled it all the way out. It swung free, trailing a string of moisture.
"Ooooh," she whined. "Please, darling. Please!"
She acted hot enough now. It was difficult to be certain. He decided to proceed with the fucking and see how well she climaxed. It was important for his ego to discover how truly involved, or just how cynical, she was about all this.
He drove his stiff dick into her again and resumed fucking briskly. She moaned and writhed, wiggling and bumping her warm cunt around his busy piston.
"Oooh, good ... good!" she cried. "I love it! Give it to me! Wowww!"
She was overdoing the talk a bit, he thought. But perhaps she really was well involved in the act. He would see.
He kept stroking his strong cock in her snatch, rubbing her clit on each gliding thrust and bearing in hard. She moved well with him. He increased the tempo. Finally he fucked her savagely, with all stops pulled, until his cock jerked and he let loose his load of cum.
Only then, when she felt him twitch and his warm cream flood into her cunt, did she quiver and buck upward, as if she were completing. She made it feel good to him, but he still couldn't be sure whether she really got there or not. The timing of it was too perfect.
He slipped his cock out of her when it began to soften.
"Wasn't that nice?" she asked, smiling up.
"I don't know how nice it was, but it was good. Did you enjoy it?"
"Of course."
"Now, about your husband's promotion .. ."
"What?"
"The sales managership. That's what you've been thinking about all evening, isn't it?" She didn't know what to say.
He smiled and turned to pick up his unfinished drink. "It's quite all right, Jennifer. I understand. Tell me - was it Don's idea that you should throw yourself at me this way, or was it your own?"
She didn't say anything, so he glanced at her. She was sitting up, staring at him angrily.
"Come come, Jennifer." He held out his hand to help her up. "No reason to be pissed off. It was a smart idea, and you carried it out well, but I really would have preferred to have you tell me at the outset what you had in mind, instead of trying to make me believe my middle-aged charm gave you a case of hot pants."
She got up, but she still didn't speak. He'd taken her so by surprise with this sudden change of attitude - and he'd seen through her with such unerring precision - that she didn't trust her judgment as to what she should say or do next. It was more a matter of this than of pique.
"Let's be frank with each other from now on," he I suggested. "Tell me - did you climax or not?"
God! If she told him she didn't, he'd be hurt. But if she lied, he might see through her again.
There was really no reason why she shouldn't have climaxed. He'd fucked her well, once he'd gotten down to it. But before that, he'd made her nervous, and this evidently had interfered with what would have been a perfectly normal response otherwise.
"Well, did you climax?" he repeated, more softly and with a little smile.
She tried to sidestep the question. "I'm not cold," she said.
"I know you're not. But did you climax on this particular occasion? "
"No," she admitted. The guile was gone from her eyes as she gazed at him.
"Good. I'm glad you told the truth. Now there's hope for us... and for Don. Sit on the edge of that chair over there and spread your legs."
She looked at him uncertainly.
"I want to give you a come," he explained. "You're entitled to it"
"It's all right," she said nervously, and turned away. "Don will be back soon. We'd better get dressed."
"Surely Don knows about this, doesn't he?"
She froze, but didn't look at him.
He grasped her arm and turned her around. "Tell me the truth again, or well be back where we started."
"Yes! He knows." She wondered if she'd screwed up the whole deal.
Brower chuckled. "Then sit down on the chair." Shakily she did as he'd requested. "Push that little pussy forward," he said. She pushed it forward, so that the shaggy box hung over the chair' edge.
"Now I'll see what I can do for you," he said, and knelt between her thighs.
She thought, for a moment, that he was going to suck her off. That would have been a gratifying experience in more ways than one, especially after he'd made her look like such a ninny. But she should have known this man wasn't a cuntlapper, especially when the cunt in question was full of his own cum. Even now, the goop was dribbling out and running along her soft, white crotch.
He used his finger on her.
She sat there and gazed at him as he worked the rigid digit in and out of her cunt, round and round, and in and out some more. After a while, he added a second finger to the function, and this gave the mouth of her pussy a sufficient sense of fullness.
The fingers fucked her more effectively than a prick could do, in a way, because they rotated freely as they stroked. This, a cock couldn't do nearly as well. Brower was careful to rub her clit on each gliding stroke. It was good. Soon she closed her eyes and moved her cunt against his penetrating circular thrusts, as if she were getting his prick. She lost track of the time.
She and Don had agreed that he shouldn't stay away too long, lest his absence appear suspicious. So they'd set a precise time for him to return.
On schedule, he opened the front door and walked into the living room. He caught Brower, naked, on his knees, his back to the door as he rotated his fingers in Jennifer's cunt.
He'd considered the possibility that there might be a foul-up and he might walk in too soon. But he certainly hadn't expected, in his wildest imaginings, to see anything like this.
Jennifer opened her eyes, then sat stark erect. Brower knew Don had come in, but he didn't turn to look. He wrapped a hand around one of Jennifer's tits and pushed her back down to a slumping position.
He dug at her cunt harder, driving his fingers round and round... in and out... rubbing her clit. He kept squeezing her titty at die same time. She whined and sighed heavily.
She resumed moving with him.
As Don stood and stared, speechless, Brower finger-fucked her to a delightful release, then stood up and wiped his fingers down his naked side.
"Did everything work out all right at the meeting?" he asked Don.
"What?" the latter inquired weakly.
"The meeting." He chuckled. "Never mind. Jennifer told me everything."
"Jen!"
"I... I couldn't help it," she moaned. "Well, shit!" Don said.
Brower laughed and went to pour himself a fresh drink.
Now was the time, he decided, to put in operation his plan for a direct confrontation between the Petersons and the Waverlys.. . and a direct contest between Elizabeth and Jennifer. It was only fitting, he assured himself with an inner chuckle.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Whaat? You're crazy! I won't do it. Why, that's the most obscene thing I've ever heard of!"
Lyle eyed his irate wife. "It's not the most obscene thing I've ever heard of. There was this wife, see, who went to visit her husband's boss in his office and sucked his cock in front of his secretary."
"Lyle, damn you!"
"Shut up. I want to finish. Then, at a party, she did the cutest sixty-nine with that very girl while the boss watched. And of course she fucked him and sucked him off again."
"And what about her goddamned, fucking husband?" Elizabeth shrilled.
"Leave him out of this. He's a victim of circumstances. If he hadn't married such an ambitious, bitchy woman, he wouldn't have goofed off at the office and screwed himself up. Or at least he would have gone out and gotten himself another job ...but, oh no, his little dream of a wife wouldn't let him. Entirely of her own accord, she took a hand-or should I say a mouth?-'m the situation."
"You're disgusting!" she spat
"All right Now that we've both called names and gotten it out of our systems, there's the real and urgent question of what we're going to do right now. Brower's determined to get us together with Don and his wife for a no-holds-barred orgy, during which you and Jennifer will compete for the old fart's favors."
"Don't call him a fart," Elizabeth said, surprisingly. "He's more man than you'll ever be."
"Horse shit. But that's beside the point. Are you going to me party? Or am I going to quit my job, after you went to such extreme lengths to get me reinstated?"
"Oooh, damn ... damn!" She sank into a chair and held her forehead.
"It won't be so bad," Lyle said. "You certainly won't have to do any more than you did the other night, because you did everything then. And it'll be interesting to watch Jennifer Waverly in action. I'm looking forward to that"
"What makes you think she'll agree? And how dare Brower assume ..."
"He didn't assume anything," Lyle said, cutting her off. "She and Don invited him over to their home the other night, and she threw herself at him, just as you did. But at least Jennifer had the good taste to do it in private, at home, rather than where a secretary could walk in and get a big, fat eyeful."
She ignored the dig and demanded, "How do you know
Jennifer did that?"
"Brower told me." Lyle grinned. "He said there was no reason why any of us should have any secrets. He thought it was only fair to let me know where I stood in reference to Don. Promotion wise, he meant."
"Shit!"
"Yeah, you really started something, baby. You had no idea where it would lead, did you? But now we're in it and ... "
"All right... all right! I'll go to the fucking party. What do I care?"
She got up and flounced from the room. She went to the bedroom and put on a wrap.
"Where are you off to?" Lyle asked, as she passed through the living room en route to the front door.
"None of your goddamned business," she declared, and slammed the door behind her.
Don shook his head. He really had himself a marriage! It had never been great, yet it was rapidly getting worse. But it had one important advantage: It was his ticket to a new kind of fun, via the orgy route.
He looked forward to the opportunity to wallow with Jennifer while Don watched ... and to watch while Don fucked the hell out of Elizabeth. He hoped Don gave her merry hell! She deserved it.
Elizabeth drove to the closest telephone booth, which was at a service station on the boulevard, three blocks from her home.
She looked up a phone number she'd jotted down the other day and hurriedly placed the call. A woman answered.
"Lynn?"
"Yes. Who's this?" "Elizabeth."
"Well...baby!" the other woman purred. "Looking for some fun tonight?"
"I'm looking for the kind of tranquilizer that doesn't come out of a bottle," she said, and asked boldly, "Can you help me?"
"I'm ready, willing and able. Come on over."
"What about your husband?"
"The prick's away, as usual. Well have the house to ourselves."
"But is he likely to come back? If so, we could meet at a motel or something."
"Listen, when Fred goes out for the evening, he doesn't me back until two a.m. I'm sure you'll have to get back your hubby before then."
"All right-as long as you're sure it's safe."
"It is," Lynn said. "And hurry! I can't wail to see you." Her words, and the soft, throaty way they were uttered, fired Elizabeth. With this kind of encouragement, and with a husband like Lyle, she could turn into a first class Lez! God, maybe I'm one already.
Still, when Brower had fucked her, she'd responded.
She supposed she was, in Lynn's words, a switch hitter. Perhaps that was the best way to be. It gave her the best of both worlds.
Only she wasn't getting enough of the best from the world of men. Well, perhaps at the party she would. It might not be so bad, after all, as long as she and Jennifer were placed on an equal basis at the outset. She'd show that silly redhead before it was over.
But tonight she would have something more tender.. . something sweet and warm and juicy. Tonight she would have Lynn's lovely cunt. And even better than that, Lynn would tongue and suck hers. Oh, they would fly to the fucking stars!
The two women went into a warm clinch on the bed, and Lynn's husband watched from the other side of the two-way mirror. He'd resigned himself to a dull evening before Lynn had received that phone call. Now, suddenly, it was to be a fun night, a real fun night, because this time he would show himself to the voluptuous brunette who lay naked with Lynn.
He would let her watch him as he finished jacking off.
She would be repelled by the sight, no doubt, but that didn't bother him. The important thing would be for her to watch it Lynn had guaranteed to keep her on the bed until he was through masturbating.
That, presumably, would be the last they would see of Elizabeth. Well, she was expendable. Lynn was very good at picking up new ones.
Fred counted himself a lucky man to be married to such a clever and cooperative woman.
Lynn tenderly massaged Elizabeth's round, hobbling breasts. The blonde tweaked her nipples and tugged at them, making them taller and fuller than ever, "Suck .. . suck ..." Elizabeth hissed, and pushed the other woman's head down to her tits.
Lynn happily took a large, firm nipple in her mouth and made love to it with her lips, teeth and tongue. Elizabeth creamed delightedly. Lynn went to her other tit and licked its rubbery, rose-beige peg. She browsed over the soft shivery boob.
Elizabeth had her hand on Lynn's ass and was gently stroking her compact, rounded buttocks. Lynn worked her hand in between Elizabeth's thighs and fingered the slick, pliant lips of her pussy. Thick, sticky moisture rolled along those meaty folds.
Lynn's exciting mouth roamed Elizabeth's chest and middle-licking, sucking and nipping at her tingling skin. Lynn placed her lips around Elizabeth's navel and sucked gently. She reamed the little, crinkly cup with her tongue. She licked lower until she contacted Elizabeth's pussy hair. She browsed along the upper edge of the fluff, waggling her tongue in and out of it.
Suddenly she moved Elizabeth's thighs wide apart and bowed her head into the fragrant, warm valley between them. With a moan of pleasure, Elizabeth turned more fully toward the other woman and wrapped one of her full, soft thighs around Lynn's back. Lynn moved her lower body closer to Elizabeth's face.
Fred watched from just a few feet away. His cock was poker stiff in his clothes. His hand moved to his fly, opened it, and let his pecker out. He caressed it lovingly as he leaned tensely forward in his chair, his face almost pressing against the glass.
Elizabeth reached for Lynn's ass and pulled the other woman up close to her. Her face met Lynn's downy, sex-scented cunt. Elizabeth's lips worked Lynn's cunt lips apart, and Elizabeth's tongue sank into the slick, juicy quim.
She sucked as she received Lynn's sucking. She tongued Lynn's vagina and clit. She lapped up the juice that began to flow in copious volume.
Lynn's loving mouth sent wave after wave of excitement coursing through her, and she responded by giving greater excitement to the other woman. She nibbled at the lips of Lynn's pussy. She licked them up and down. She spent long moments nudging and twirling Lynn's tense clit with her restless tongue.
Fred took in all this, and his hand slid slowly up and down on his throbbing cock. The stiff, thick whang stuck up from his lap like a rocket. His balls gathered tightness. New blood coursed into his cock, making it even fuller and harder.
His eyes glazed a little as he stared fixedly through the glass at his wife and the other woman, while they sucked, caressed and writhed together. As their mutual excitement mounted, their mouths clamped down more ardently on each other's pussies. They squeezed each other's buttocks. Their tongues fluttered between the moist folds of cunt flesh.
Sensing that their involvement was about to reach its . peak, and being on a par with them in this regard, Fred got up from his chair and hurriedly left the bedroom where he'd been sitting. He took a few steps down die hail and entered the master bedroom, where the women lay.
Neither of them saw him at first. Elizabeth had her back to him, and his wife was buried too deeply between Elizabeth's plump thighs to see anything. He moved closer to the bed, his hand still gently stroking his large erection.
He stood next to his wife's head and was able to watch her spread lips working against the other woman's open cunt. Occasionally, when Lynn gasped for air, he would catch a glimpse of her flickering tongue.
There was something especially erotic about the sight of a rosy tongue sinking into an even rosier cunt. Fred worked his cock more vigorously.
He didn't have long to go now, and he wanted to make certain Elizabeth saw him before he lost his load.
He let out a rasping cry, "That's great! Great!"
Trembling at the brink of orgasm, Elizabeth didn't seem to hear him right away. But it took less than two seconds for the sound of his voice to penetrate her mind, and for her to realize what the sound meant: She was being watched by a man!
She raised her head from Lynn's love nest, and there, in the mirror before her, was the shocking image of a man with his cock sticking out of his open pants. He was stroking the massive hard-on. His eyes brightened when he saw her watching him. His mouth lolled.
As Elizabeth stared in shock, Fred let out a harsh groan and milky sperm leaped from his pecker, arcing out, over the bed. It fell in thick splats against Lynn's body and her own.
She gasped and let out a squeal. She tried to extricate herself from Lynn's embrace, but the other woman continued to grip her ass as she tongued and sucked at her suddenly desensitized cunt.
The drops of semen kept raining down on Lynn and herself as Fred's entire body shook and his pecker jerked in his fist. His eyes were glazed now, but he kept staring at her in the mirror, squeezing and stroking his cock.
As she watched, the ejaculation ceased. Lynn gripped
Elizabeth's head and pushed it between her thighs again. She crossed her legs over Elizabeth's back to hold her in place and attacked her wet, soft cunt with even greater zeal than before, tonguing her clit briskly and taking great, lapping sucks from Elizabeth's honey hole.
This got to her and, in spite of what she'd just seen in the mirror, she resumed making love to Lynn while her own passion surged once more toward a climax.
Fred slunk out of the room.
The women ate each other's cunts ravenously and achieved a dual climax, throbbing and heaving their loins against each other's faces. The honey flowed like spring rain, and they drank large gulps of it.
They were sated.
But Elizabeth's sense of satisfaction was dulled by the vision she'd had in the mirror and die feel of the man's thick cock-cream splatting against her thighs and ass.
She pushed clear of Lynn and sat up.
"Who was that?" she demanded. "Your husband?"
"Oh, did he come in?" Lynn inquired innocently.
"You know damned wed he did! Just what is this, anyway?"
"Take it easy." Lynn smiled and sat up. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"That's not the point," she said as she wiped off the man's semen with a tissue. "He had no business being here. And it isn't very pleasant to be splattered like that."
"Fred enjoys watching me with other women," Lynn said matter-of-factly as she joined Elizabeth in wiping off the goop. "And it seems to me that it doesn't do any harm."
"How long was he standing there?" "Not very long, probably."
"But if he enjoys watching ..."
"Most of the time, he watches through that mirror." Lynn pointed. "What?"
"It's made of two-way glass. From the other side, it's like a window."
"And you mean to say he was watching us all the while we were in here?" Lynn nodded, smiling blithely.
"And the other time, too?" Elizabeth was getting angrier and angrier. "Mm-hmmm."
"Lynn, you bitch!" "Easy ...easy."
Elizabeth snatched up her clothes and began dressing hurriedly. She just wanted to get out of there. It seemed she couldn't trust anyone. The whole fucking world was out to screw her!
Well, she would get back at them. She and Lyle would go to that party with the Waverlys and Brower, and she would make Jennifer look like a slouch. She would keep working on Brower until Lyle was assured of the big promotion.
Then after he got it, she would begin paying him back for all this, because it was all his frigging fault.
"Don't go 'way mad," Lynn said as Elizabeth prepared to leave. But die look on Lynn's face indicated that she didn't much care. She seemed faintly amused by the whole thing.
She was a female version of Cyrus Brower, Elizabeth decided, taking advantage of people with sardonic amusement. Those were the kind who seemed to make out best in this world-they had their fun and were never scarred.
But Elizabeth would have her day. She would see to that.
She slammed out of the house without another word to Lynn. She got into her car and drove in a state of cold fury, back to her unhappy home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The party was at Brower's luxurious apartment, and his date for the evening was his steady mistress-an exotic brunette named Magda Reynoso.
After everyone had taken a couple of drinks and gotten acquainted, or reacquainted, the host made an announcement:
"We're here for fun, so I suggest we all take our clothes off right now. Then we can do as the spirit moves us. Remember-nothing's out-of-bounds."
His suggestion was as good as a command to all those present. The mass stripping proceeded in a spirit of frivolity. Everyone seemed pleased to show themselves to everyone else.
Breasts popped out. Thighs, bottoms and bushy boxes went on display. Dongs swung free. The men eyed the women's charm, and the women mentally measured the men's pricks, estimating how long and thick they would be when they acquired a hardened state.
This wasn't long in happening, because the men and women immediately moved into embrace. There was no competition over the choice of partners. Don naturally turned to Elizabeth, and Lyle paired off with Jennifer. This left Brower and Magda to each other, at the beginning, but that, too, was all right. He wanted to observe the others in action awhile, and Magda was there only to please him, so she sat complacently at his side until the tune came for her to "perform."
All participants, in fact, were very much like trained seals, and Brower was the ringmaster of the show. Don experienced a surge of delight as he ran his hands up the sleek sides of Lyle's wife, and around to her front to catch the round, swaying tits that pointed their stiff nipples at him. Fie squeezed the voluptuous boobies, and his fingers sank into their warm, smooth masses. He worked them like baker's dough.
His wife's tits didn't give him that kind of action. Sure, they were nice and firm, and they had great shape .. . but it was good, for a change, to handle a pair of real gassers like this!
Elizabeth smiled up at him and, while he held her titties in both hands, he bent and fastened his lips to hers. Their mouths opened, and their tongues stroked excitedly. His cock fattened and began to rise.
Lyle had gazed with fascination at Jennifer's fair skin, her pointed, pink-tipped titties, and the real, red hair that clung like a gossamer cloud to the mound of her pussy. Now he moved to her and took her in his arms. Their mouths merged, while her tits drilled into him, and he caressed the taut, springy cheeks of her ass, which was more compact and firm than Elizabeth's. Brower watched with interest.
Magda sat next to him on the sofa and smoked. A small ash dropped onto one of her tits. She gave her shoulders a shake; die full boobs swung to and fro, bobbing, and the ash bounced off. She looked down at her black tuft of pubic hair and fluffed it with her fingers.
The embraces of die two couples in the center of the room became more impassioned. Both men's peckers were hard.
"Get down on the floor," Brower directed. "Everyone be comfortable."
Again responding like trained animals to their master's command, the swap-lovers sank to the thick, shag carpet Elizabeth decided that the time had come for her to prove her superiority at the orgy game, so she threw a leg across Don's husky form and mounted him. Laughing, she wiggled her shaggy, soft cunt against his belly.
He gazed up at her quivering tits, then let his hands follow his eyes. He took hold of her marvelous playthings and began to manipulate them at will. He slapped the heavy boobs together, lifted them and let them drop; he wiggled them around, squeezed them, and pulled at their tips.
Elizabeth responded on the physical level. She couldn't help this. Don's hands were large and strong. They made her boobs ache pleasurably.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on her arms. Smiling, she wiggled her shoulders from side to side, causing her tits to toll like bells above his face. He pulled first on one, then on the other, milking her like a cow.
She dropped a titty against his lips and he eagerly sucked in the nipple. He chomped on it, swabbing the nubbin with his tongue. Elizabeth writhed with pleasure, wiggling the titty in his warm, wet mouth.
Right next to Don and Elizabeth, the other couple lay on their sides. Jennifer boldly caressed Lyle's hard cock as he licked one of her conical boobs and twiddled the other nipple with his fingertips.
Brower found it exhilarating to watch all this, but he wasn't primarily a watcher. He demanded direct, personal involvement. His hand dropped to Magda's lush lap. She uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs for him. His deft fingers wandered down, through her fluff and onto the plush, warm lips of her pussy.
She placed her hand in his lap and began to fondle his flaccid dick. It didn't remain flaccid for long. As it lifted proudly, gathering mass and length, Magda remarked, "You've got the best cock in the room, darling."
"Always buttering me up, aren't you?" he said, but he large. She gripped the rock-hard shaft and rubbed the knob back and forth along her lips. He groaned and began to kiss her on the thigh.
Lyle rolled atop Jennifer. As he fitted his stiff prick into her cunt, he watched his wife go down on Don. She took an amazing length of his tally whacker in her mouth, and it was obvious from the way her cheek and throat muscles were working that she was sucking on the cock as well as laving it with her tongue.
Good girl! Lyle thought. He wanted Don to discover what a hot wife he had.
Then Lyle directed all his attention to Jennifer awhile as he began stroking his dick in her pussy. She moved her hips against his penetrating thrusts, taking all his cock up inside her on each plunge. His head grew light. He moved faster.
So he's one of those fast boys, Jennifer thought. Oh, well ... no matter. Brower will get to me before the evening's over, and this time I'll give him one hell of a ride! Before we're through, hell really know he's been fucked.
She screwed Lyle energetically while, right beside her, Elizabeth hunched over Don's cock, running it in and out of her throat as she bobbed her head and sucked. He rooted in between her thighs, going for her sweet parts. He licked the soft, warm lips of her pussy, breathed in its delicious fumes, then sank his tongue into her moist socket, fastening his lips to the wiggly folds of her cunt. Her pussy seemed to grab at his tongue as he slid it in and out. He sucked up globes of her honey.
Elizabeth let his prick pop out of her mouth. She licked the plump, gleaming knob all over. Jennifer watched the rosy tongue moving over her husband's cock. Old Liz is sure thorough, she thought, as she pumped away with Liz's husband, feeling his stiff pecker sinking deep in her cunt, withdrawing, and sinking again. smiled at her.
"I'm just stating a fact. Your prick is longer and thicker than either of theirs."
She spoke softly, so the other men couldn't overhear, since there was music playing. But they wouldn't have paid attention, anyway. Each was fascinated by the opportunity to explore the other's wife-to squeeze and suck her tits, to French-kiss her, to pet the fur on her mound-while her husband lay right next to them, doing the same thing with the other's wife.
Magda pushed back Brower's foreskin and stimulated his cock head with a gentle scratching by her nails. He was running a fingertip up and down her moist meat, delving shallowly into her cunt, withdrawing, and nibbling lightly back and forth across her clit.
On the floor, the four swappers rolled into a single heap of writhing flesh. Legs intertwined. The women found themselves momentarily tit-to-tit. Lyle's hand wormed its way between their boobs. He palmed Jennifer's titties while Elizabeth's fuller and softer boobs rubbed the back of his hand, her firm nipples scratching him.
Don wiggled downward in the pile and played with the soft, shivery globes of Elizabeth's ass. She wrapped her hand around his cock, while Lyle's cock poked her thigh. Then she felt Jennifer's hand slide down and grasp Lyle's prick. She watched the other woman's hand stroke it, and she felt no jealousy over the fact that this was her husband. Jennifer was welcome to him tonight, and he was welcome to her.
Elizabeth wanted to impress Brower in the way she swung with Don ... and later with Brower himself, if he so desired. Now she was conscious of his gaze, as she turned away from the others and bent to Don's bristling loins.
His cock was neatly circumcised. Its head was blunt and
Elizabeth ran her tongue around the ridge of Don's cockhead. Then she lapped at the underside of his prick noisily. Now she fitted her soft lips over the very tip of his pecker and fluttered her tongue against that super-sensitive point.
She hoped Brower was still watching her. She didn't want to lift her head just now to make sure.
He was watching. A sixty-nine, such as Elizabeth and Don were performing on their sides, was more interesting than a plain, old-fashioned fuck, even though he could look between Lyle's legs and watch his stiff prick pumping in and out between the rosy, hair-fringed lips of Jennifer's twat.
Magda watched that, and she pushed her snatch forward so Brower could get deeper inside it with his diddling finger. She kept caressing his cock gently, knowing she shouldn't try to get him too excited at this stage, but wanting to keep his interest up.
His interest, animated by his pecker, stayed up very well. That rod was very long and stiff, its bulbous head gleaming dully.
Magda glanced down at it and noticed a gleaming drop of clear lubricant beginning to ooze from its little slit. She bowed, and her black hair tumbled against his thighs and belly. Her pink tongue snaked out and gave a circular swipe over the pinnacle of his prick, lapping up the pearl of moisture. She tasted its salty succulence.
When she started to lift her head, Brower's hands settled on it.
"Suck more, darling," he said.
She sucked gently, licking his cockhead at the same time. He watched Elizabeth mouth Don's prick, then glanced at Lyle's wet, red piston stroking rapidly in Jennifer's cunt, pulling her little, pussy lips in and out. He lifted his glass and took a long sip.
When Lyle began to climax, Jennifer bobbed her pussy last, but she didn't really cum. He was too quick for her. She required a great deal more stroking, or else a pretty thorough tongue job beforehand.
Her husband hungrily ate Elizabeth's tasty twat, sinking his teeth in the tender meat as he tongued it and slurped up its heady juice.
She bobbed her head faster on his prick, taking it deep into her throat each time she plunged. It rode the cushiony, softly abrasive trough of her tongue, then bunted her palate, her teeth scraping it.
Don's resistance was about to give way. He fastened his lips on Elizabeth's clit and sucked at it, waggling his tongue back and forth across its sensitive tip. She bucked, came down hard on his cock, until she had the entire shaft in her mouth and throat. They both finished at the same time. Don's thick cream flooded her throat and washed down to her stomach, while her cunt quivered spastically against his face. The most wondrous warmth washed over her.
When she finally raised her head and looked dizzily around, everyone was watching her.
Jennifer smiled. "That was very good, Liz," she said in a slightly catty tone.
Elizabeth didn't mind. She'd enjoyed herself, and she'd impressed Brower. She could tell by the look on his face. What Jennifer thought didn't make a particle of difference. Lyle didn't say anything. He just looked at her. Don disentangled his head and shoulders from her thighs. He sat up, his face wet with her cunt juice. She thought she saw a sharp look pass from Jennifer to him. But he seemed too thoroughly refreshed and relaxed to mind.
Magda had risen by this time. She sipped from her glass and gazed dreamily at the people on the floor.
"Why don't you get down there and join them, Maggie?" Brower suggested. "Lyle and Don look as if they need a little added stimulation."
"Are you implying Jennifer and I aren't enough for them?" Elizabeth inquired with a smile. "If you can prove you are, go ahead."
"I think it would help them to watch you and me," she suggested boldly.
Brower didn't mind. He got up from the couch and carried his stiff prick to the center of the room. Magda strolled with him. She made Lyle think of a cat, with her sleek, black hair hanging next to her smooth, tawny skin, and the fluid way in which she moved.
Both she and Brower knelt with the other swappers. Jennifer realized she was being nosed out, but she couldn't very well fight Elizabeth for first crack at Brower. That wouldn't be ladylike.
Brower kissed Elizabeth, snaking his tongue into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on it. Her hand surrounded his cock and gave it a few stimulating squeezes.
He lifted one of her tits and lowered his mouth to the thrusting, beige nipple. He wrapped his lips around that rubbery peg and sucked. His hand slid to her loins and manipulated the pussy lips which were still moist from Don's kisses and the flow of cunt honey those kisses had inspired.
Brower slid his finger into Elizabeth's cunt and stroked it up and down.
As soon as he released her titty and sat up, she immediately bowed her head to his upstanding cock. Jennifer watched, her green eyes sharpening. Lyle got i thrill from watching his wife suck the boss.
Don also seemed interested, for next Magda snuggled against him, and he apparently decided it would be more fun to fuck her than to ogle Liz and Brower .. . assuming he could get his cock up. He lay down with her on the rug. His palms rolled her luscious tits, and their small, sharp nipples pricked him. He squeezed a tit between his thumb and fingers and bent to lick the dark, little stem.
Magda fondled his cock and balls, but the tube remained soft.
He kissed his way downward on her body, licking her belly button. She shivered pleasurably, and her soft, tummy flesh vibrated against his face.
He nuzzled into her fur; his tongue snaked among the black curls. She spread her legs wider, hooking one around his neck. He bent to the meaty feast that she offered.
He couldn't remember having ever eaten two pussies in one evening before. He hoped the juice wasn't too fattening. As he opened her cunt with his questing tongue and began to slurp up her honey, it fattened only his prick. That pleased them both.
"Why don't you try that with me?" Jennifer suggested to Lyle.
"Do you like to have your cunt sucked?" he asked. "All women like to have their cunts sucked. Doesn't your wife?" "I suppose."
"Well, get down there then. Give me some tongue, baby." She smiled. He bent to her pussy.
He petted the pretty, red hairs away from her moist, pink split and inhaled the mingled fragrances of her arousal, his earlier ejaculation, and the tantalizing perfume she wore. This wild amalgam went to his head, and he dove to the rosy cunt which he opened with his thumbs.
He fluttered his tongue in her delicate pussy, and Jennifer moaned with pleasure. This was more like it!
Perhaps Lyle wasn't such a waste of time, after all.
He licked up and down between her slick, pussy petals and lapped at the tense clitoris. Jennifer writhed as she gazed at what he was doing.
He reached up and grasped both her firm tits. He squeezed and wiggled them as he fastened his lips around the orifice of her inner cunt. He fluttered his tongue in and out of the grabby little channel, then withdrew his tongue altogether and settled down to some serious sucking.
Jennifer moaned. She pressed her soft, wet cunt against him. He drew in her tangy juice, along with the thick, slippery cum he'd deposited within her twat earlier. He gulped it down.
Jennifer began to groove with his lovemaking.
Just as Magda began to groove with Don, he raised his face from her hair pie and swung atop her. He drove his prick up her pussy, filling her with his throbbing manhood.
"Ooh, fuck ... fuck ..." she said, flopping her head from side to side on the shag carpet. Her lustrous black hair fanned out.
Don thrilled as his stiff cock glided in and out of her snug, warm cunt. His balls bounced against her crotch each time he slapped his hard meat in. Magda rose to his thrusts, seeking to absorb more and more of his prick. She twisted her pussy around it
Elizabeth raised her mouth from Brower's cock, panting.
"Do you want me to suck you all the way off, or do you want to screw me?" she asked.
She was hoping he would want to screw. She hadn't been fucked yet tonight, and her itchy snatch needed it
'It's up to you, darling," he said.
"Then fuck me, please," she begged. "I want your big, stiff cock."
She made it sound as if she really meant it. The fact was that she did. Brower was happy to climb aboard her voluptuous body and sink his hot cock, inch by gliding inch, into her juicy warmth.
He and Don fucked side by side-his mistress under Don, and another man's wife under him. That other man continued to suck greedily at Jennifer's honey pot. She was sobbing and writhing against him by now.
Elizabeth caught a glimpse of this, and it seemed to her that Lyle was proving himself a much better lover with Jennifer than he'd ever been with her. It was the wanton atmosphere of the swap fest that was responsible, she supposed. It couldn't be that he actually prefers Jennifer.
She wasn't able to devote much thought to this because Brower's cock was churning and stroking delightfully in her throbbing pussy, prodding her up the road of passion toward the glittering shrine at its crest.
How that man could work! And he really had the tool for the job. She'd never seen nor felt a longer, stiffer prick. He certainly gave the lie to the widespread belief that middle-aged men were less virile.
She moved with him eagerly, taking his rigid prong to the very bottom of her well. She enjoyed the slight pain as it poked against her womb. She honestly and thoroughly enjoyed herself now. There was no thought of resentment or even of the necessity to please this man. She was pleasing herself!
For his part, Brower found her a very satisfactory fuck mate. Supported on straight arms so he could watch her while he screwed, he liked the look of lust on her face; he liked the way her large titties quivered, their nipples sticking rigidly skyward. Most of all, he liked the way her cunt writhed and bumped around his pistoning strokes.
Don rolled over, carrying Magda with him. They collided into Jennifer and Lyle, causing his mouth to lose its grip on her pussy and causing her thigh to slap his cheek hard.
"Heyyy!" he complained, as he lifted his head.
But he found himself face to face with Magda's billowy, white, soft ass, and he didn't feel like complaining any more. He felt like kissing Magda's fanny.
As she lay spread-eagled atop Don, pumping her pussy around his upstanding Cock, Lyle bracketed her jiggly buttocks between his hands and pressed his moist, parted lips against one of those smooth, soft-firm buns.
"What's the idea?" Jennifer wanted to know, because she didn't appreciate having a man quit kissing her juicy, warm cunt for the sake of kissing another woman's bottom.
But Lyle continued to sprawl across her as he licked and nibbled at Magda's vibrating ass, which was busily twisting while her snatch slid up and down on Don's prong. His mouth skidded into her crack, and his tongue struck between the satiny loaves to tease the hot indentation of her anus.
"Well, I like that!" Jennifer said huffily, and pulled her legs out from under Lyle. She sat up.
She glanced past Don and Magda and watched Brower fucking Elizabeth. Perhaps the old man could do with a little added stimulation, Jennifer thought.
She got up and walked around, in back of Brower. She spread her legs and moved forward until her crotch was above Brower's neck. She let herself down lightly against his neck and rubbed her wet, fluffy cunt there while he continued to screw Elizabeth vigorously.
The latter looked up at Jennifer, atop Brower, and was displeased, but she didn't dare order the other woman to get off. Jennifer leered down as she writhed against Brower's neck. He kept stroking, stroking his hard cock in Elizabeth's cunt, as if he weren't affected in the least by the other woman's intimate presence. But actually it pleased him to have her draped about his neck. The more female attention he received, the merrier he was.
Lyle snugged in closely behind Magda and Don. He licked down the groove of her ass to her soft, juicy quim which was wiggling and sliding up and down on Don's shaft. He fluttered his tongue at the point of junction, lapping at her pussy lips and at Don's prick, as well. He sucked up the juice that dribbled out of Magda s cunt.
He got a little carried away and licked lower, until his mouth was against Don's hairy nuts. He caught one of the nuts in his mouth and sucked on it.
Don couldn't tell for certain what was happening, at first. But when he glanced at the copulation going on beside him, and saw Elizabeth, Brower and Jennifer all involved together, he realized that the mouth at his nuts must belong to Lyle.
He felt a surge of revulsion, but, strangely, it was overpowered by an added burst of lust. Lyle's sucking of his nut caused him to tighten quickly. His cock swelled even harder in Magda's marvelous cunt. She writhed more actively around him, going for her own release. He twitched in the hot, slippery grip of her snatch. He groaned and let go, fountaining his sperm upward.
When she felt his explosion, Magda came, also. Lyle lost his hold on the other man's ball as Don's body heaved against Magda's and her ass vibrated like a divided mound of jelly.
Lyle sat up and watched their mutual orgasm blossom and slowly die. Now he was massively aroused, and his stiff cock demanded satisfaction.
He gripped Magda's cushy butt and lifted her off Don. He settled her on her belly on the rug, then elevated her hips. She drew her knees forward. Her black-haired cunt thrust backward at him.
He fitted his projecting prick into her juicy slit and pushed until his hard maleness filled her. He draped himself over her back and reached underneath to fondle her dangling boobs.
He proceeded to fuck her, dog fashion.
Don sat up and watched Brower work atop Elizabeth as his wife straddled Brower's neck. God, this was wild! But there was something soul-satisfying about the freedom of it all. Everyone could do whatever they damned well wanted. Inhibitions were battered down. Secret desires were released.
Jennifer tired of her rather uncomfortable position atop Brower, and she wondered what she might do to please him and to bring herself some satisfaction, too. She was yet to gain her first come.
She glanced over at Lyle and Magda. The woman had her shoulders against the floor, and Lyle was vigorously screwing her upthrust cunt. If Jennifer knew him-and she believed she did-he would cum rather quickly. That meant, she had no time to lose.
She walked over and moved forward, astride Magda's head. Lyle straightened up, gripping Magda's butt for balance, and slowed the rhythm of his humping. He stared at Jennifer.
"What are you up to?" he asked her.
"I want you to finish what you started before. Any objections?"
He wouldn't object to anything right now if it would help him get his rocks off. Jennifer sat on Magda's shoulders and leaned way back against her hands, which she braced on the floor at each side of Magda's head. She put her weight on her legs, thereby raising her crotch and taking her weight off the other woman. But her ass pressed against the back of Magda's head.
Jennifer's moist, red cunt was wide open in front of Lyle's face. He could look into its little, oval hole. He watched her firm clit quivering.
"Come on ... fuck!" Magda demanded.
"And suck!" said Jennifer.
Lyle proceeded to do both at once. Elizabeth, watching, was surprised at his versatility. How come he's no good, except at an orgy, she wondered.
He buried his mouth in Jennifer's gaping,' soft cunt and tongued it as he resumed stirring his dick in Magda's upthrust, wiggling cunt. Enjoying two pussies at once was something new for Lyle. He went at both of them with gusto.
Brower and Elizabeth had reached the climactic phase of their fucking. She brought her legs up around his back and crossed them. She dug her fingernails into his flesh. Her lush body undulated, and she whimpered with delight as he hunked her more rapidly, really driving his rigid dick far into her sopped pussy.
Don was out of the action just now, but he didn't mind. It was pleasant, at this stage of the game, just to watch. He glanced first one way, then the other, keeping tabs on the exotic three-way tangle at his left and at the hot, old-fashioned screwing that Brower was giving Liz.
Perhaps it was his imagination, but he believed he could feel the floor shake, with all that wild action going on. Sensual music kept throbbing from the hi-fi.
"Ooh, give it to me!" Elizabeth exhorted Brower. "I love your cock! Don't stop. Screw me harder!"
He did his best to comply, but he was already driving about as hard as a man possibly could.
Lyle caught Jennifer's hard, little clit between his lips and sucked on it as he worked his prick faster in Magda's gyrating snatch. He came, squirting into Magda. She caught the fever and climaxed. Her cunt muscles grabbed spastically at his ejaculating cock, and the thrill was so intense that he bit Jennifer's cunt. This brought her over the top with a whoop, as she quivered and smeared her wet cunt against his face.
Elizabeth had her orgasm, bumping hard against the base of Brower's prick. He jerked and completed, spewing his no satisfactory conclusion for all.
CHAPTER NINE
"Now for a little contest," Brower announced after everyone had relaxed for a while, seen to their hygienic needs, and imbibed more liquid refreshment.
"What do you have in mind?" Magda asked.
"You're out of it, baby. For the moment, at least The contest is between Elizabeth and Jennifer. Anyone have any objections?"
Predictably enough, no one did.
But Don had a question: "How are you going to work it?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm a little short on inspiration at the moment" He gave his limp prick a flip.
"You're not the only one," Don said. "Right, Lyle old man?"
Lyle grinned. All three males found themselves in the same predicament
"You gentlemen will have to look out for yourselves," Brower said. "Right now, your wives are going to serve me."
Neither Don nor Lyle protested. Each hoped that his wife would do the better job of arousing Brower. It was ridiculous to believe that a man's ambition, his career, would hinge on such a competition, but Brower had led them to believe this would be the case. And their wives seemed to believe it implicitly.
"Here's what well do," Brower said, addressing the women. "I'll sit in this chair and each of you will have three minutes, in turns, to give me a hard-on. You can perform in front of me ... caress me .. . kiss me ... do anything you like that can be done while I sit here. I won't get down on the floor with you, and I won't touch you with my hands. Understood?"
"Won't the first one have quite an advantage, Cy?" Jennifer asked.
He laughed. "Not the first I would judge that the fourth or fifth turn might prove to be the most advantageous. But in any event, it's up to you. Will one of you gentlemen kindly flip a coin to see which of the ladies will lead off?"
Lyle slid a hand down his side, discovering that he had no pocket to reach into. He scrambled for his clothes. Don did the same, each trying to outdo die other in coming up with a coin.
Brower smiled to himself.
The women glanced at each other in the way of boxers stepping into a ring. They both tensed.
Don produced a coin and flipped it. "You call," he told Lyle as it was in the air.
"Tails," Lyle said.
Jennifer giggled.
Holding his hand on the coin as it rested on the back of his other hand, Don said, "Now, if it's tails, Elizabeth goes first Otherwise, Jennifer goes. Right?"
Lyle nodded.
Don uncovered the coin. Heads up. He grinned at his wife.
'Who has a watch with a second hand?" Brower asked. "I do," Lyle was quick to say.
"Give it to Magda. Let her keep time. Now remember-it's three minutes for Jennifer, then three for Elizabeth, and so on."
The husbands sat down where they would have a good view of the action. Magda, holding Lyle's watch, sat nearby.
Brower said, "All right, Jennifer. Maggie, tell her when to start."
Jennifer moved forward to stand in front of Brower's chair. Her shapely tits pointed high- Her red, pussy hair glistened. Her hair was fair and sleek.
"Now!" Magda announced.
Jennifer bent forward, hanging her pink-tipped titties in front of Brower's eyes. She wiggled her shoulders a little, and the tits quivered to and fro.
She straddled his knees and sat down. Tilting her head to the side, she bent as if to kiss him on the lips, but didn't quite make contact. With their mouths very close but not touching, she stuck out her tongue and fluttered it against his mouth. She waggled it back and forth, between his lips.
She looked down at his cock. Nothing. The pecker remained soft.
She climbed onto the chair, planting a knee at each side of him. She lowered her busy quim against his flaccid cock and gyrated, at the same time wiggling her titties against his bare chest.
Still nothing. She didn't feel so much as a tremor pass through his whang.
She backed off the chair, turned around, and backed toward him until her firm, springy bottom smacked against his belly. Now she sat down again, settling her moist meat on top of his cock and balls.
She screwed her can around, expecting to feel his dingus fatten and begin to press upward, against her, but it didn't.
He was deliberately trying to remain soft, she suspected. She wanted to utter a curse, but she didn't That wouldn't be ladylike.
She had just moved forward, off his lap, and was about to try something else when Magda announced that her time was up.
She gave Elizabeth a wan smile. Sportsmanship mustn't be neglected.
Elizabeth moved forward. She dropped to her knees in front of Brower and moved his knees far apart She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and fluttered it against the hooded head of his prick.
She placed her thumb and index finger around the cockhead and slid its foreskin back. She began to tongue-wash the glans busily. Nothing.
Lyle squirmed on his chair while Brower remained perfectly impassive. Elizabeth had to win this! She simply had to.
She pinched Brower's peter between her thumb and finger, lifting it high. She hunkered down, into his crotch, and began to thoroughly lick his nuts. As she worked, she rubbed his cock against her cheeks and nose.
She felt no surge of blood into the member. It might as well have been dead.
She fitted her moist Lips around the tip of the cock and sucked gently. She fluttered her tongue against the sensitive slit Her hand fondled his balls.
There was no response.
She looked up at Brower. "Doesn't it feel good," she asked, "when I kiss your pecker?"
'It feels very good," he said, and smiled faintly. "Want me to kiss it some more?" "As you like."
She stood up, straddled his legs, and bent forward so that her titties plopped against his face. She shook them back and forth. They bounced against his cheeks, nose and mouth. She gripped one and forced the stiff nipple between his lips.
He didn't suck.
Damn him!
She pulled the titty away and stepped up, onto his chair, placing one foot at each side of him. This positioned her snatch right in front of his face. He stared at the hairy, soft box, but his expression didn't change.
More to the point, or lack of it, his pecker didn't change. It was as soft and impotent as ever.
Holding him' at the sides of the head, she leaned against him and wiggled her hips, rubbing her bush all over his face. She brought her slit into moist contact with his mouth.
"Time!" Magda announced.
Elizabeth stepped down and glanced at his lap. His cock looked the same as ever.
She shook her head and backed up. Jennifer again approached. "Go get it, baby!" Don rooted.
She was hard-pressed to know what to do. Most everything had been tried, but she had the notion that words might help. Elizabeth had started that and given up. Now Jennifer would try to follow through.
She got down on her knees between Brower's legs and gazed at his flaccid dong.
"Come on, little peter," she said, and tickled the tip of it with her finger. "Stand up for mama. Get stiff. Grow into a big, fat prick. Mama needs you."
Brower chuckled. Nothing happened in his lap.
"Baby needs a fucking," Jennifer said in a sexy tone as she leaned close to his privates. "Come on ...get hard. Go stiff. Get horny."
Nothing.
"Please, Mister Prick, stand up."
"It doesn't take orders very well, does it?" Brower observed.
"It will," Jennifer said. "It will."
She began to pet it with her index finger as she murmured coaxingly, "You're such a pretty, pretty prick. Stand up for mommy. Get hard as a post so you can slide into mommy's snatch. Mommy needs to have her cunt fucked."
She thought she detected the merest twinge of response. She kept petting his organ and murmuring.
"My cunt is warm and dribbling," she said. "It needs a bone inside it. A big bone. Show me how big and hard you can get"
It showed very little.
Don was growing edgy. He suspected that his wife was setting Brower up for a kill by Elizabeth. Those whispered words, accompanied by her closeness and the stroking of her fingertip along Brower's dong, had to be a powerful stimulant. His own cock was about to get hard again, and she wasn't even near him. Also, she was his wife!
Lyle smiled to himself. With every moment that passed fruitlessly for Jennifer, Elizabeth's chances were enhanced. Hold out! he told Brower silently. Stay soft, you mother fucking bastard!
This was once when Brower seemed to obey him, instead of the other way around. Though Jennifer continued to whisper to the man's prick as she petted it, she detected nothing more than a nerve-twitch in its ropelike body. Finally, Magda announced that time was up.
Elizabeth mentally prepared herself to produce the act of levitation which Jennifer had failed to bring about. She moved forward.
A bold stroke was now called for, she believed. She turned her back to Brower and bent down until her hands were against the floor. She backed up, between the man's spread knees, aiming her blatantly exposed ass at him. She positioned her pussy just above his flaccid pecker, then adjusted her stance a little, until the pussy slid down over his dong. She caught the tip of his prick in the furls of flesh at the top of her box. She began to gyrate, wiggling her soft pussy around his cock tip.
Brower couldn't help but look down and watch. Everything Elizabeth had was revealed to him. Her. star shaped asshole seemed to wink as she gyrated. And the petal like lips of her pussy had a marvelous effect on his cock, stimulating it ever so gently, but with powerful persuasion.
He wasn't sure whether it was the sight, the feel of her, both of these elements together, or if the mere passage of time was primarily responsible for his loss of control. But as she twisted her moist cunt lips around his cockhead, his prick did begin to fatten and stiffen out.
Elizabeth felt his response right away, and she redoubled her efforts, twisting harder and bumping backward. In another moment or two, his cock was hard. She backed up, sheathed it completely, and sat down on his lap, facing forward.
She smiled at Jennifer in triumph.
Jennifer could have spat nails.
Lyle was happy and proud of his wife.
Don felt he'd been screwed. (But really it was Cy!)
Elizabeth bounced and twisted on Brower's lap, causing his stiff cock to do a crazy dance inside her. He reached forward to cup her bobbing, quivering tits. He squeezed and wiggled them on her chest as she kept gyrating.
Jennifer turned away and went for another drink. Don followed.
"God damn you," he grated under his breath. "Was that the best you could do? "
"I tried everything," she whispered fiercely. 'What would you have done that I didn't?"
"I'd have kept his goddamned cock right in my mouth. I'd have tongued and sucked it until the sonofabitch got hard."
"Maybe you should've tried," she said, and took a big sip of booze.
"Lyle's the cocksucker, not me."
"Yeah, I noticed what he was doing before. You think he's a fairy?"
"I don't know. But if he is, I doubt if Brower will promote him. He doesn't care for fags in his organization."
"That's an angle to work on," Jennifer said.
"It's about all we've got left," Don replied grimly.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was working out atop Brower's cock. He was jiggling her large titties up and down as she squirmed on his lap. Her hands were braced on the chair beside his thighs, and her feet were against the floor. This gave her the leverage that was necessary in order to bounce up and down on his rod.
He derived a superb sensation from the fucking. He pulled on the tips of Elizabeth's tits and swung the great, white bulbs back and forth ... up and down ... and in rotation. He slapped and rubbed them against each other.
He began bumping upward, into her churning twat.
Lyle watched in fascination as his wife brought Brower to a groaning, twitching climax. She kept gyrating as he fountained inside her.
She didn't finish, but that was all right. She'd won something far more important than a sexual climax, or sp she believed.
"Baby, you were terrific!" Lyle told her, as they drove to their home.
"Eat shit, why don't you?" she said.
"Now, Liz ... look ...we've got to quit jawing at each other. The big promotion is right in my grasp. We've got a great future ahead of us. Let's enjoy it, shall we, and not give one another a bad time?"
She remained silent. He'd given her more than a bad time. He'd cheapened and humiliated her. Worst of all, he'd caused her to lose the last modicum of respect she had for him. It was a little late to talk about a great future for them.
But she would have her home and her children, plus the prestige that came to a woman whose husband held an important position with an influential firm.
She would continue to live with Lyle, but on her terms.
If he didn't like it, she would take him into court-and guess who would end up with the home and kids? Either way, he would pay through his fucking nose.
Her silence didn't bother him. He felt too good tonight to be disturbed by anything.
CHAPTER TEN
A couple of days later, Don arrived home from the office in exceptionally good spirits.
"Well, I've done it!" he whooped, and gave Jennifer a playful slap on the ass. "Everything's worked out. The next party will be right here, and we're going to have a couple of special guests. Wait until you see them."
"Tell me all about it," she said, as she sat down beside him on the sofa. She poured their drinks.
"I prowled the gay bars until I found a fairy who would do the job. Then I invited a girl from the office. She's known as the juiciest fuck in the steno pool. Those two are going to play husband and wife. Can you believe it?"
"It sounds like a strange combination. Will they be able to carry it off?"
"Don't worry. I've offered the fag a hundred dollars if he does a good job. He's an actor, anyway. Or so he said. And he isn't an obvious nance. Matter of fact, he's good-looking in a rugged way. The Rock Hudson type."
Jennifer lifted an eyebrow. "You sound as if you may be falling for him yourself."
"Oh, come on now." He winked. "I just might enjoy using my tallywhacker on that cute, blonde stenographer, though."
"And who've I got to amuse me?" his wife asked in apparent pique.
"Brower. Concentrate on him every minute you can. Try to show up Elizabeth."
"If I' recall correctly, she did a pretty good job of showing me up last time."
'That's why you have to go all-out this time. Don't give
Lizzie a chance to get close to the old man. Dig?"
"I'll try," she said. "But, listen-you don't expect Lyle to make a play for the fag right out in the open, do you?"
"Of course not. The fag's gonna make a play for him. He's gonna try to get Lyle interested in a subtle way, while we're all together in the living room. Then when the orgy's really roaring, hell invite Lyle to sneak off to a bedroom with him. That's when the real test comes. If Lyle goes, we've got him by the balls. Brower and I will break in on them and, baby, that'll be all she wrote!"
He laughed in anticipation and took a large swig of booze.
"Maybe we've got the wrong idea about Lyle," Jennifer said. "He fucked me as if he were enjoying himself."
"But didn't you see him the other night, licking my whang as I shoved it in and out of Magda? "
Maybe he was just licking her pussy, and your whang got in the way," Jennifer suggested.
"So what? A real man wouldn't have touched me. Why, that sonofabitch even sucked my balls!"
"Maybe you've got the right slant on him," Jennifer admitted.
"Damned right I have! Lyle's as queer as a Chinese peso. All we have to do is give him a good chance to prove it, and make sure Brower gets an eyeful."
"It's kind of a dirty trick."
"Yeah, but fun. Right?" He chuckled.
"Right, baby," Jennifer said, and snuggled up to her smart, swinging husband.
The memory of the other night's party had settled so sourly on Elizabeth's mind that she felt she had to do something to improve her outlook on life.
How nice it would be, for instance, if she could get together with June Stanley-just the two of them, alone somewhere, free to do anything and everything their little hearts desired.
The trouble was that she didn't know where June lived. She could only contact the young blonde at Brower's office. After thinking it over, Elizabeth decided to do it. June would be as eager as she for some girly fun, she felt certain.
She placed a call to June.
"Well hi, Elizabeth!" the secretary chirped. "It's so nice to hear from you."
"It would be ever nicer if the two of us could get together some place."
"You know, I've been thinking that myself," June said. 'Why don't you come down here?"
"To your office? But we can't..." The sentence died out. She didn't want to say too much on the phone.
"Oh, can't we? There's a big supply room on our floor, and people hardly ever go in there, except first thing in the morning. We can find a cozy corner behind some cabinets. There's even a couch we can wheel back there."
"June ...not on the phone!" Elizabeth whispered urgently.
The other girl chuckled. "Don't worry. Our switchboard operators are too busy to listen in, and there isn't a soul in my office now. When're you going to get here?"
"You're sure it's safe?"
"As safe as your very own bedroom," June promised. 'When can you get away?"
"Early afternoon's the best time. Brower usually takes a long lunch. How about one o'clock?"
"All right," Elizabeth said tensely. "I'll be there then."
After June hung up the telephone, she smiled to herself. As safe as Liz's very own bedroom? The supply room was hardly that! But it suited June perfectly. Ever since that first day in Brower's office, when she'd walked in while Elizabeth was sucking his cock-and a few minutes later, when he'd watched Elizabeth give her a luscious suck-off-June had been hung-up on the idea of watching and being watched during sex. The swap party with the Petersons had reinforced that fascination, but there's been no action since. Now she feared Brower might not invite her to another swap party. So, why not have her own, right on the executive floor of Brower Electronics, Inc.?
She didn't fear the loss of her job. She was in too solid with Brower for that to happen. And as for gossip in the office, who gave a shit about that? If Lyle Peterson could survive the red-hot gossip that had been circulating concerning his wife and him, she felt certain she could survive whatever the busybodies might say.
Anyway, people secretly envied those they whispered about in shocked tones. Most people's lives were so dull, they would give a left ball or a right tit, as the case might be, to have some sinful excitement.
Elizabeth, tingling with anticipation, left her home at a little after twelve and drove downtown. She parked and hurried to the Brower Building, arriving at just five minutes of one. By the time she reached June's office, on the top floor, it was almost one o'clock.
June was there. She smiled cheerily when Elizabeth walked in.
"Let me call one of the girls in the outer office," June said, "and get her to watch my desk."
"Is it safe to tell anyone you'll be away?" Elizabeth inquired.
"Don't worry," June said with a flutter of a hand. She picked up the telephone.
Five minutes later, she and Elizabeth were scurrying into the supply room, eager as a couple of children for a forbidden game. But they were grown-ups, and the game they had in mind was one of the most forbidden ones that adults could play.
They quickly moved the light couch behind a row of tall cabinets at the rear of the room. This was to give Elizabeth a false sense of security. Actually, the office girls were known to go back there frequently for a smoke and to share the latest gossip.
"Hurry up-let's get undressed," June said. "Yes," Elizabeth agreed. "Oh, I want to!" The women stood next to the couch, facing each other, as they removed their clothes. These they piled on two chairs. June's dress fluttered down, then Elizabeth's blouse and skirt. June didn't wear a bra, and it took her just a moment to whisk her panty hose and under briefs off. Elizabeth took longer to remove her bra, stockings, pants and garter belt. Finally they both were nude.
"Come here, you!" Elizabeth said huskily, and she took the slender, young blonde in her arms.
They kissed each other's mouths. Their tongues leaped and fluttered. June's firm little tits drilled into Elizabeth's larger, softer ones. They slid their hands down each other's backs to hold their partners' asses. Their fluffy mounds mingled, dark hair mixing with blonde.
As the kiss broke, Elizabeth said gaspingly, "I want to do everything with you today! Come on, let's get down on the couch."
"What do you want to do?" June teased. 'Tell me."
"Oh, you know. Just everything."
They settled down in snug embrace.
'Tell me," June said again. "I want to hear you say it."
"Well, first of all, I want to suck your breasts."
Elizabeth's hand tenderly cupped one of June's firm, little mounds.
"Call them titties," June said. "I like that"
"All right. I want to suck your titties."
"Ooooo!" she purred, writhing. 'Tell me more."
"I want to kiss you all over-your ears and eyes, your nose, your chin..."
"Get down to the good stuff," June said, and giggled.
"I want to kiss your little tummy," Elizabeth said, her voice husking up. "I want to lick your thighs. Then I want to get my face right down on your juicy, little snatch and... "
"Yes? Tell me!"
"I want to tongue it and suck it. I want to see how far I can shove my tongue up your twat."
June had urged her to talk for a special reason. She wanted to be sure that anyone who just happened to walk into the supply room would hear them and step back, behind the cabinets, to investigate. She got her wish very quickly.
The door of the supply room opened, and two girls entered. One was black-an exotic, sylph-like creature with large, dark eyes and skin like sweet milk-chocolate. Her name was Wilma Pool. Her friend was a young, Swedish blonde with long, straight hair and eyes the color the arctic seas. Her name was Sondra Johanson. Wilma was twenty-two, Sondra just eighteen.
They stopped perfectly still and listened when they heard the murmur of voices from behind the far cabinets. It wasn't the fact that they heard voices from there that attracted their special interest, but rather the tone of those voices, murmuring.
June asked, "Are you going to do anything else? Tell
"Yes," said Elizabeth. "I'm going to give you my cunt to kiss while I'm tonguing and sucking yours."
Wilma and Sondra stared at each other. Then they both grinned. They moved forward, soundlessly.
By the time they reached the corner of the block of cabinets and could peer around at the two women on the couch, Elizabeth had spread-eagled herself on top of June. The dark-haired woman was cupping one of June's little titties, forcing the pink nipple up, and licking it with her moist, rosy tongue.
"Ooooeeee!" Wilma breathed, as she took in the erotic sight.
"Man, are they swinging!" Sondra said. "Shall we join 'em? " Wilma whispered. "Why not? We can't all get fired."
The new arrivals moved forward, already starting to take off their clothes. June saw them and a sharp, new thrill went through her.
'We have company," she purred to Elizabeth.
The more mature woman looked up. She gasped when she saw the Negro girl and the fresh, young blonde, both smiling down at them and busily stripping.
"No!" Elizabeth cried. "God, no!"
"Relax," June said, and pulled Elizabeth's head back down to her breast "My titty needs some more licking."
"How'd you like to give those cute little titties a lick, Sondra baby? " Wilma asked, as she tossed off her blouse.
'They look tasty," Sondra admitted, and whisked her dress up, over her head.
The young blonde had a pair of world-beating knockers, only half-concealed by a lacy, white, low-cut bra. They were round, full and gorgeously erect. They didn't need a brassiere to support them, which Sondra immediately proved when she whipped the bra off and left them standing high, their plump, pink nipples sticking out and upward.
Wilma had smaller tits, and her nipples were the color of ripe plums.
Elizabeth's brain was ablaze with a strange mingling of passion and horror. Her lust for June was as strong as ever, and perhaps she was already measuring, subconsciously, the added possibilities that were presented by the newcomers to the game. But the newcomers frightened her. Suppose they talked. Suppose the talk got back to Brower. Suppose it destroyed Lyle's chances for the big promotion.
But she couldn't stop. She had to go on licking June's tit while the other girls stripped off their stockings and panties. June watched them and smiled.
"Baby, you got a good thing going!" said Wilma.
"There's always room for more," June replied.
The truth was that there wasn't room on the couch, but the new girls could kneel beside the couch and get in on the action. This was what they did.
Elizabeth felt a sharp, new thrill as Wilma began to flick her talented tongue along Elizabeth's spine. Sondra gazed down at June's pretty face and wanted to kiss it. She'd had that desire for other girls and never given in to it. Now she would!
She bent and brought her moist, soft lips into thrilling contact with June's. June responded warmly. They developed an immediate passionate suction as their lips parted. June's tongue rose into Sondra's mouth, and the younger girl played with it. Her pussy moistened.
So this was Lesbian love! Man, it was the greatest!
Elizabeth backed up atop June, and moved one of her knees, to place it between June's. She arched herself to kiss June's smooth, straight tummy. Wilma reached between the two girls and gripped one of Elizabeth's full, dangling knockers. She worked the tit deftly, bringing new excitement to Elizabeth. At the same time, Wilma's kissing proceeded downward to the vicinity of Elizabeth's wide, white, billowing ass.
Trembling with excitement, Sondra slid her mouth from June's, gliding it down over her chin, along her graceful throat to a titty, which her hand squeezed upward. Sondra licked the lovely little nipple all over, then began to suck daintily at the nub.
Wilma kissed one of Elizabeth's round, soft buttocks.
Office-boy Rick Powers was thrilled by the contrast of chocolate brown on white as he peeked around the supply cabinets. He was stoked by everything he saw, in fact: Sondra's delightful ass, aimed his way; Elizabeth's suspended tits, one of which Wilma was squeezing; June's cute, little boobs sticking up, one being sucked by Sondra.
Rick's cock was rapier-stiff in his clothes. He wanted to get in on the action, but he was afraid. Maybe this was just a girl thing. Maybe all of them would turn on him. But even if they didn't, somebody was sure to walk in. Would he want somebody watching him while he screwed around with the girls? And if they all got in trouble, would it cost him his job?
These unanswerable questions swirled through his lust-inflamed mind as his prick throbbed harder and harder and his eyes bugged at the delicious scene in front of him.
Wilma moved around, behind Elizabeth, and gazed with delight at the plump, hair-covered cunt that was on display as the Swede straddled June's leg and hunched to kiss around her middle. Wilma began licking upward, along one of Elizabeth's pale, full thighs. Her skin was tasty. Wilma's head grew light as she neared the prize.
One of June's slim thighs was in the clear. This was the one nearer to Sondra. The younger girl gripped June's knee, lifted it and aimed it outward. She bent and began to lick upward along the soft, warm, thigh slope.
Suddenly Elizabeth backed up, so she could capture Jane's cunt before that young snip with the long, golden hair got to it This caused Elizabeth's cunt to smack into Wilma's face.
The black girl said, "Mmmmm!" and proceeded to lick the furry box greedily.
Those tongue strokes were like leaping flames to Elizabeth. Her cunt got hotter and hotter. It dribbled more. Wilma slurped up the tasty juice and swallowed it. She dug her eager tongue deeper and deeper into the quim.
Elizabeth's mouth landed on June's pussy, which the latter tilted upward in eager anticipation.
Sondra found she couldn't lick any higher on June's thigh, so she returned to her tits. But, by then, June wanted something more exciting.
"Straddle my neck," she told the younger blonde. Sondra was thrilled, and immediately complied. June discovered that Sondra, in addition to being younger, was also blonder than herself. She was a real golden girl-on the bottom as well as on top. The fluff on her pussy was of a beautiful pale, silken quality, and there was quite a lot of it.
June eagerly dug into that young, sweet cunt, fluttering her tongue and wiggling her lips. She reached up and squeezed Sondra's titties.
All this was too much for Rick; he couldn't just stand and watch. He had to get in on the fun. By then his prick was so hard and full of blood that it ached.
He rushed into view and began to pull his clothes off. "Rickie!" squealed Sondra, who was the first to see him. She stopped grinding her cunt against June's mouth, but she didn't make any silly attempt to cover her tits. He'd already gotten an eyeful, and it looked as if he were going to get a lot more than that!
Wilma raised her face from Elizabeth's box. Cunt juice glistened on her light brown skin.
"Come on, Rick baby, get in here with us," Wilma invited, for she was a switch-hitter, as were all the others.
June was rather pleased to have this young, good-looking stud join the action. Elizabeth was more frightened than ever, and yet more passion-inflamed, also. What could she do?
Rick had already tossed off his shirt. Then he peeled his slim slacks down and kicked them away, together with his loafers. His white. Jockey briefs were stretched absurdly out of shape by the super-stiff condition of his pecker. The girls gazed at that.
"Oh, get that big cock out! "Wilma demanded.
He gladly did so, yanking his briefs down and letting his young, very virile prick snap out and upward, quivering. It was bare-headed. His balk were drawn up, taut, at its base.
Sondra gazed at it and wasn't sure which was best-to have a stiff dick like that stroking in her cunt, or to have her cunt licked and sucked by the likes of June. There was a place for both thrills in this world, she supposed.
Elizabeth bowed her head into June's crotch again. This was partly motivated by the simple desire to hide, much as an ostrich buries its head in the sand. Also like an ostrich, Elizabeth's ass was stuck up in the air.
Wilma, torn momentarily between an urge to fuck the white boy's prick and the desire to resume licking Elizabeth's pussy, decided to finish first things first. Anyway, she wasn't sure how Rickie felt about dark meat-maybe he wouldn't want to fuck her. So she resumed licking Elizabeth's luscious cunt, gliding her red tongue in and out between the rosy, slick folds of pussy flesh.
Rick stood for a moment uncertainly, not quite knowing what to do with his big, hard prick, now that he'd bared it. June smiled at him and reached out. Her cool, soft fingers curled around his cock.
"Man, you're hung!" she said. Then she buried her mouth in Sondra's strawberry pudding once more and enjoyed that with her lips and tongue while she held the young man's pecker.
This was a thrill for Rick, but he wanted something more than just having a girl hold his cock in her hand Before him were four very fuckable babes, and he was anxious to start fucking!
Mainly, he wanted to make sure he got his prick into at least one of those pussies before somebody with some authority showed up on the scene and broke up the wild, swinging game.
Rick didn't care a hell of a lot where he started. Sure, if he'd had his choice and everything else was equal, he would have picked Sondra. She was the youngest and the curviest of the group. Man, look at the tits on her!
But she was astride June's neck, feeding her little blonde twat to that chick, and this made her unavailable, unless Rick were to drag her off the couch. He wasn't quite that aggressive. The most accessible of the four females was the one he chose first-Wilma.
There wasn't a bigoted bone in Rick's body, and that applied particularly to his cock. He'd ogled some young, black babes on television that he'd longed to screw. And Wilma, though she wasn't as curvy as she might have been, had drawn his admiring glance more than once.
Now that he had his chance to sink his eager prick into her, he didn't hesitate. He got down on his knees behind her, while she tongued Elizabeth's pussy. Gripping his hard-on in his fist, he wiggled it up and down her ass crack.
She stopped kissing Elizabeth and grinned at him over her smooth, brown shoulder.
"Stick it in there, white boy!" she said. "But make sure you get the right gate. I don't think my asshole could handle a bone as long and stiff as yours."
Rick wasn't an asshole man, anyway. Pussies turned him on. He found Wilma's moist vagina with the tip of his cock, and he threw his hips forward, sinking his glans and at least half his shaft into her in one thrust. A giddiness took over his brain. Christ, but black snatch felt good!
He began to fuck it vigorously. Wilma twisted and thrust backward at him, taking in more and more of his cock on each successive thrust. At the same time, she kept tonguing and sucking at Elizabeth's bearded clam.
Sondra was fairly hopping against June's mouth by now, her titties bouncing up and down as June tongued her to perfection, stroking her hot little clit like it had never been stimulated before.
Elizabeth had her entire mouth within the folds of June's! cunt and was sucking wildly while she tongued the spasming inner hole.
Charley McGraw, a big Black who was called "Whang" by some of his envious male friends (plus a considerable number of women who'd had the immense, good fortune of sampling his eight-inch prick), breezed into the supply room from the mimeograph department, where he worked.
Right away, his experienced nose smelled fucking in the air.
A big grin split his ebony-colored face, and he ambled to the rear of the room where the action was.
"Man, that's boss!" he said, when he saw young Rick Powers screwing Wilma while she sucked Elizabeth, who sucked June while the latter pleasured choice, young Sondra in a similar way.
His gigantic cock swelled and poked forward hard against the interior of his clothes. He too began to strip.
The suckers and fuckers were all too excited to even pause in their frenzied copulations by this time. Only Sondra even looked at Whang. Her eyes went wide.
When he pulled off his shorts and let his pile-driver prick spring to full, stiff extension, Sondra knew she would have to have that pecker. And she wanted it right now!
She scrambled off June and flopped onto the bare floor, next to the couch.
"Fuck me, man!" she implored Whang, spreading her legs wide.
In all his fucking days, Whang had never ogled such a tempting target. He'd had his share of hot women, both white and black, but this was real prime stuff-young, fair, and golden blonde. The curls that bordered her juicy, pink cunt were the color of butter. Her tits soared straight up from her chest, thrusting their rosy nipples at the sky.
"Ooooh, shit!" Whang exclaimed with ecstatic anticipation, and he dropped onto his knees between the lush, firm thighs of the young white girl.
He palmed her titties first, covering them with his big, black hands. He shook them up and down and rolled them on her chest.
"Stick it into me!" she cried. "I want your mean old cock!"
"Baby, you're gonna get my cock," he growled. "You're gonna get all the mean, black cock your little cunt can take!"
"I want it now!" she demanded.
June watched, her own passion soaring, as Whang hand-aimed his huge prick into Sondra's tender orifice.
Then, after the tip of his pecker was well embedded there, he lowered himself fully against her, sinking his cock inch by excruciating inch into Sondra's slick, small pussy, stretching it and filling it with more throbbing manhood than that young chick had ever before possessed.
Sondra whined, then yelped, then bit her hand, but she wouldn't have asked Whang to stop for anything. This was great! Man, this was the grooviest!
Grunting with pleasure as he grinned down at her. Whang pulled his big prick nearly out of her pussy and pressed it into her again. This time it went even deeper. "Oooh!"she exclaimed. "Like it, baby?" the black man asked. "Love it!" she panted. "Ooh, fuck me .. .fuck meeee!" He withdrew and plunged, withdrew and plunged, setting up a rhythm as his baloney-cock drove deeper and deeper into the young blonde's tender depths.
Rick saw this as he screwed hell out of Wilma's backward-thrusting snatch. June kept watching, also. But Wilma and Elizabeth kept their heads down, busily eating pussy. Elizabeth knew someone else had entered, but she assumed they weren't making trouble. She only hoped all this would end before somebody blew a whistle.
June was about to come. The sight of Whang fucking Sondra-and from her angle June could actually watch his thick, black pole stroking between the little pink lips of Sondra's cunt-had added to the excitement of Elizabeth's mouth on her quim, and she was about to blow her ever-loving bird!
Elizabeth was tremulously close to a climax. Wilma wasn't quite that far along, because Rick wasn't stropping her clit as intensely as she would have liked. That was the trouble with dog-style screwing!
When she felt Elizabeth's juicy twat quiver in orgasm, she gave it a couple of final licks, then said over her shoulder to the youth who was screwing her, "Pull out, man, and let me get on top of you!"
That sounded great to Rick, so he withdrew his wet, red prick and let it bounce in the open air. Wilma quickly twisted around. By the time the young white man was stretched out on his back, she was ready to hop aboard. She did so, taking his stiff dick all the way up, into her meat grinder.
She went to town, rotating and bobbing her hot cunt around him, and bearing forward so that her clit felt all the action.
"Ooh, wow!" she yelled. "That's the way, white boy! What a stiff pecker you ve got!
Praise like that, from a woman who obviously knew her peckers as well as Wilma did, stoked Rick's fire, and he banged his prick upward into her with all his might while she went wild atop it.
Elizabeth woozily climbed off June, who also was sated by this time. They sat side by side on the couch and watched Whang screw Sondra while Wilma bobbed and weaved her lithe, brown form astride Rick.
"God!" Elizabeth said. "Oh, God! Look what we started."
"Yeah," June purred, gazing at the fucking with fascination. "It's a wild scene, huh?"
"I guess that's the word for it," Elizabeth agreed, feeling too weak now to try to halt the proceedings. She only hoped somebody else wouldn't walk in.
As she continued to stare at the big black man who was driving his super-sized pecker in and out of Sondra, a new hope arose in her mind: I want to get some of that cock!
June gazed enviously at Rick. She'd always kind of had die hots for him. She wasn't sure whether there'd be much
Swap at the Top left of him, though, after Wilma finally let him go. June watched Wilma's dark cunt bobbing and twisting around his dick.
"Ooh, I'm getting it!" Sondra yelled, as Whang humped her to the very edge of orgasm. He was pumping his prick in and out of her at a merry rate now, the big dong sinking all die way on each plunge.
"Go, baby!" he growled. "Come your cocoa. Blast off for daddy!"
"Keep fucking!" she shrilled. "Ooh, man! Oooh, Jesus! Wowwwww!"
She came, her cunt spasming and bobbing out of control as Whang kept driving his thick cock in and out of it Her tits hopped crazily, their stiff nipples doing loop-the-loops.
When she'd calmed down, he pulled his huge prick out of her with a wet, sucking sound. It swung back and forth, still as stiff as ever.
"Well, ladies, who's next?" he grinned. Wilma and Rick were moaning and grabbing at each other as their hips bounced spastically. They were having a luscious, double come.
"I want it!" Elizabeth said to Whang, and she practically pushed June off the couch as she scrambled around to spread out on the vinyl.
"Okay, mama," Whang said, and got up to move to the couch, his awesome tool bobbing in continued full erection. "Who're you, anyway? I ain't seen you around here before."
"Never mind," she said. "Just screw me!" "Baby, it'll be a pleasure.
He got down on his knees on the couch and, with one mighty thrust, jammed his thick cock all the way up her hick-hole.
"Ooooooooh!" she bellowed.
"Come on, now," Whang growled pleasantly, his black face gazing down at hers. "You got a big enough cunt to handle all I've got, and then some."
She couldn't speak. She just panted.
He began to fuck her, stroking in and out, in and out, pressing her womb each time he plunged his immense pecker in. She started moving with him.
"That's the way, mama," he said, as he leaned on one elbow and gripped a tit with his other hand. "Gimme a lotta action."
She screwed energetically with him and got a greater charge than any man had ever given her before. This was even better than with Brower.
Rick, June, Wilma and Sondra entangled themselves on the floor. June went down on Rick's cock, sucking it wildly as she twiddled his nuts. She wanted to get him up as quickly as she could. Wilma gripped June's trim little ass and went to work on her pussy with a slurping, fluttering tongue. Sondra snuggled down between Wilma's brown thighs and licked her cunt while Rick gripped her juicy-firm tits and squeezed them.
Whang and Elizabeth nearly broke the flimsy couch before they fucked each other to a thrilling, mind-blowing orgasm. When Whang's thick, hot cream leaped from the end of his pumping prick and pooled inside her, Elizabeth's ecstatic cunt convulsed around him, sucking at his shaft. He spurted and spurted. Wave after wave of luscious warmth went through her. She nearly passed out.
June had restored Rick's cock to thrusting stiffness by this time, and she pulled him atop her. He gazed a bit wistfully at the younger and more curvaceous Sondra as he began to screw June. It wasn't that he felt he had grounds for complaint-but shit, he wanted to ball Sondra before this was over, if he could.
Meanwhile, Wilma had drawn Sondra into a snuggly sixty-nine. The white girl and black girl lapped each other's steamy, slick, pink cunts as they lay on their sides, gripping each other's ass. While Rick screwed June, he managed to reach over and clamp a hand around one of Sondra's bobbing tits. He squeezed it in a rhythm which was identical to that of his cock in June's pussy.
"Oooh, give it to me! "June cried, gripping his shoulders so hard that her nails nearly broke his flesh. Her cunt surged up to encompass all of his prick, each time he thrust it into her.
She was a wet, warm fuck, and he enjoyed her very much, especially when she lifted her legs over his back and began to bang his flanks with her heels. He humped harder and harder. She came just before he did. Her hot little cunt pulsated around him as his prick spewed forth the second load of cream his balls had manufactured.
He hoped he wasn't yet through.
But, by then, Wilma and Sondra were heaving together, climaxing at the end of a suckingly successful sixty-nine. And Rick didn't have a prayer for getting his cock up again right away.
He would have waited, and Whang was willing, too, but the girls decided they'd better get back to work before someone came looking for them. Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief, which was also a sigh of deep gratification.
She'd gotten more than she'd bargained for today, and it had been the-greatest!
She drove home to greet her children when they got out of school.
"Hi, mom. Anything new happen today? "
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Don's party was the wildest yet.
The girl from the steno pool, who came as the "wife" of the gay boy, was a well built brunette who had a hot eye for all the men. Brower's date, once more, was Magda. Then there were the Petersons and the Waverlys.
Eight swappers, in all, guaranteed lots of action of every kind.
The big question was-would Lyle choose some gay action in preference to the enticement that the women offered.
The fag was Ronnie Sawyer. His alleged wife was named Louise.
The gang got down to the nitty-gritty right away. Clothes were pulled off by the grabbing hands of would-be lovers. Hardly anyone took off his own garments.
Don and Lyle both concentrated on the new girl, Louise. She squealed as Don pulled up her dress. Lyle got down on his knees and licked her legs above the tops of her stockings while he released her garters and pulled the stockings down.
Don's hand slid down her silk-encased belly and into her warm crotch.
"Oooh, baby, that's makin' me hot!" she cried.
"You can get as hot as you like tonight," he told her. "Let it all hangout!"
With that, Lyle got up and yanked open the hooks of her bra. Then she really did hang out... beautifully. Lyle filled his hands with her gorgeous tits and squeezed them, pushing them up. He bent his head and slurped at a stiff, rosy nipple.
"What horny guys!" Louise squealed excitedly.
Then, as if to find out if she'd really spoken the truth, she grabbed for the tabs of both their zippers. She yanked down the zipper keys, reached into their pants, and pulled out their hardening cocks. Those pricks quickly locked into extreme rigidity, pointing out and upward. Louise skinned Lyle's cockhead, and palmed his naked knob along with Don's.
Don slid down her silk panties and began to rub her meaty, moist cunt.
Elizabeth and Jennifer watched this with a certain measure of disdain. , Ronnie, who was a handsome chap, approached them with a smile. Not knowing about his sexual peculiarity, Elizabeth warmed to him. Jennifer turned away, and concentrated her attention on Brower.
Magda just watched, smiling slightly as she sucked on a cigarette.
"Do you dig this scene?" Ronnie asked Elizabeth, as he slid his hands suggestively up her sides.
"It's mosdy for the men," she replied. "You ought to be happy."
"There's lots to look at," he admitted, and made a pass at her tits, because he felt it was expected of him.
She enjoyed the feel of his strong hands, rolling her boobs.
He tilted his head and bent to kiss her. Their tongues fluttered together sensuously.
"Let's sit down and be comfortable," Jennifer suggested to Brower.
He backed up to a chair and she immediately plopped onto his lap. She parted her silken thighs and carried his hand up between them. His fingertips pressed her cunt through her nylon panties.
"Ooh, I like that!" she said. "My pussy's hungry tonight"
"What does it want?" Brower asked, as he pulled her panty aside and fingered her hair-bordered split.
"It'll take just about anything," she replied. "A finger would be good to start."
So, he wormed a finger between the plushy lips of her cunt and up her channel. He frigged her slowly and skillfully while she writhed and looked around.
Ronnie was lowering the top of Elizabeth's dress. He wanted to liberate her sizable tits.
Though a fag, he got a certain satisfaction out of tit-sucking. That was the only thrill a woman had to offer him. He didn't care for cunts at all. Ronnie was a sucker from the word go, but he liked to have something in his mouth when he sucked-like a tit, or better yet, a cock.
Don and Lyle had lowered Louise to the floor by this time, and they both were scrambling over her, kissing whatever they could get their mouths on and caressing the rest.
She felt as if she'd died and gone to heaven. Imagine having two handsome men-and junior executives, at that-both making love to her at the same time. She writhed and shook her titties. One was surrounded by Lyle's hand and the other surrounded by Don's. Don kissed her on the mouth, stroking his tongue in and out, while Lyle browsed around her pussy, licking through the hairs on her mound, then jumping down to her soft, smooth thighs.
It didn't take long for his mouth to reach the center of her juicy, soft quim. He fastened his mouth around the honey-hole and began to suck.
She tore her mouth from Don's and let out a wild cry of delight. Don moved his mouth to her titties and centered on a firm, rosy nipple. He sucked it up into his mouth and chomped pleasurably. Lyle's hand kept squeezing her other tit.
Louise bit her knuckle and squealed softly as Lyle's tongue stroked in and out of her pussy, sliding up and down, across her clit.
Ronnie removed Elizabeth's brassiere and caught her round, soft titties as they bounced out. She watched him as he admired them. He squeezed the bulbs so that her nipples thrust even more aggressively forward. Then he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue to lap at a rigid, rubbery nipple.
"Let's get down on the floor," Jennifer said to Brower. They did exactly that, and proceeded to pull off each other's clothes.
Magda felt a little miffed that no one was stripping her, but she took the slight in stride, and began to strip herself.
After sucking both of Elizabeth's nipples and giving her tits some playful pats and wiggles, Ronnie glanced toward Louise and the two men who were showing her a good time. Lyle had raised his head from her cunt, and both men were caressing her nude body. She, in turn, was pulling at their clothes. They cooperated and gradually became naked.
"Let's join them," Ronnie said, for he didn't believe it would look right for him to go over there alone. Louise, after all, was supposed to be his wife. That would leave only the men to explain his attraction, and this would be too obvious.
Don had told him that he mustn't be blatant in his seduction of Lyle.
Elizabeth went along, her tits jiggling nakedly while her dress still clung to her hips.
Jennifer, Brower and Magda were nude by now. Since she didn't feel like diddling herself, Magda joined the other two. This didn't please Jennifer, who wanted Brower all to herself. But what could she say? This was a party, and everybody was supposed to enjoy it
She did, however, manage to spread-eagle herself on top of the man, which left Magda only with the opportunity of kissing and caressing whatever portions of Brower happened to be sticking out... or of going after Jennifer.
Magda was no Lez, but she was a switch-hitter in the current mode. Since Brower was old stuff to her, she didn't mind concentrating on Jennifer. She began to kiss along the back of one of Jennifer's legs, licking her in the sensitive pocket behind her knee, and proceeding on up her sleek thigh.
The slim redhead was mildly annoyed, but at least she had Brower underneath her, and his rigid prick was thrusting aggressively against her belly. She adjusted her position a little, and that stiff cock slid right into her moist, ready cunt
As she rotated her hips around his whang, Magda kissed all the way up to her bottom. The exotic brunette tongue-washed her cute, smooth ass.
"This is what my pussy likes," Jennifer purred down at Brower, as she gyrated her twat delightfully.
Louise, Don, Lyle, Elizabeth and Ronnie formed a pile of wiggling, mostly naked flesh in the middle of the floor. Don and Lyle still had their socks on, and Elizabeth was still clothed from the waist down.
As the quintet writhed about, kissing and caressing one another, Elizabeth's rear happened to point in her own husband's direction. He didn't like the idea of her having her ass covered while everyone else's ass was naked and available for whatever use the other swappers wished to make of it. So, he gripped her dress and panties and, with one tug, brought both garments down, baring her round and beautifully contoured bottom. She still wore her stockings and garter belt, but they enhanced rather than concealed the beauty of her fanny and twat, and those decorative garments certainly didn't interfere with anybody's access to her choice parts.
Ronnie sucked one of Elizabeth's drooping, soft tits. He didn't want to go after Lyle yet. There was plenty of time.
Don and Lyle each sucked one of Louise's boobs. Lyle's hand, on her pussy, felt another hand seeking to crowd his out. He was surprised to discover that the other hand belonged to Elizabeth.
He kept his hand where it was, two fingers sliding moistly in and out of Louise's quim. Let Liz find some cunt he was tired of-Jennifer's, for instance.
But Jennifer's red-fringed snatch was well occupied by Brower right now. His prick pumped vigorously up and down in it, while Magda ranged over Jennifer's back, kissing and caressing.
Finally Magda succeeded in working her way partially between Jennifer and Brower. She turned his head to face her, and she kissed him while he kept fucking Jennifer.
Don, glancing up from Louise's breast, was happy to see his wife making such good time with the boss. But why was that Magda cunt horning in?
He decided he should go over there so Magda would have someone else to play with.
As he approached, Magda quit kissing Brower and resumed licking Jennifer. She pulled one of Jennifer's titties to the side and clamped her mouth around the rigid, pink nipple.
Don wondered how his wife liked that. From all outward appearances, she was trying to concentrate on Brower. Her cute ass wiggled and bumped against him as she took his long-stroking pecker deep inside her cunt.
Don reached down, grasped Magda by the arm, and drew her away from Jennifer and Brower. The brunette gazed at Don's swaying, half-hard cock, then grasped it, moving up to him on her knees. She wrapped her mouth around the knob of his prick and began to suck.
"Oh, baby ... !" he growled, and ran his hands into her shining, jet hair.
She sucked and licked his cockhead until it was huge, his shaft iron-hard. Then she let it go, sliding her lips slowly and moistly off its tip. His pecker jerked, gleaming.
"Goddamn!" he said. "I've gotta have a place to stick this!"
"Be my guest," Magda purred, and lay down. She parted her legs, opening her rosy, black-fringed pussy to his penetrating thrust.
He got down on his knees, between her legs, and drove his aching pecker at her inviting, little red hole. In his cock went, sliding slickly, until her cunt was stuffed with his manly hardness.
She reached up with arms and legs, wrapping him in a snug embrace. Their bodies undulated together, his cock stroking in her warm quim.
Jennifer kept fucking atop Brower. He pulled at her pink nipples and twisted them.
Elizabeth, Louise, Lyle and Ronnie entangled themselves in various ways. At one point, Lyle found himself snugly sandwiched between his wife and the other woman. He faced Louise, his hard cock sticking upward between their bellies. He twisted his head and gnawed at one of her tits. Elizabeth had hold of Louise's other boob, but her other hand was between Lyle's legs, fondling his balls.
This meant nothing, as far as Elizabeth was concerned. Lyle's balls had just been the handiest thing to grab, at the moment.
Ronnie was behind Elizabeth, his arms extended forward around her. He was shaking and squeezing her tits. His stiff cock lay in the warm crack of her ass.
She turned toward him. Lyle took advantage of this opportunity to swing atop Louise. Ronnie mounted Elizabeth, because it seemed the only thing to do.
Neither man drove his cock into his partner right away. Lyle twisted his head and bent to suck some more at Louise's titties. At the same time, his hand crawled around the near tit of his wife. He squeezed that as he kept suckling at Louise's tasty nipples.
Ronnie kissed Elizabeth's mouth, slowly stroking his talented tongue in and out.
Don glanced their way as he humped Magda. He was anxious for Ronnie to make his play for Lyle. Now would be a good time, Don thought, while only Elizabeth and Louise were with them. It made no difference what either of these women thought.
Ronnie apparently decided the same thing, for he reached over and placed his hand against Lyle's bare ass. Lyle turned and looked at him. Ronnie smiled.
Son of a bitch! Lyle thought. The guy's a goddamned
At first, Lyle merely regarded this as funny. He didn't take it as a threat. He didn't even get sore.
But he did push Ronnie's hand away from his butt, and he bent again to Louise's nipple, which was moist from his spit, very rosy, and appealingly tall. He wrapped his lips around it again and sucked upward, tugging it pleasurably.
Ronnie was confused. Don had said this cat was a gay swinger. So why hadn't he seemed more interested in
Ronnie's caress?
One possible answer was that he didn't dare respond while his wife was near. Why die hell hadn't Don drawn
Elizabeth away from them?
Well, Ronnie would bide his time awhile longer.
He resumed kissing Elizabeth and playing with her titties.
"Put it into me, baby," Louise told Lyle, as she wiggled her belly against his stiff cock.
"Sure you want it now?" he teased, grinning down at her.
"Oh, shit, I'm going crazy!"
He chuckled, gave his hips a deft twist, and nosed his eager cock into the snug, warm harbor of her cunt.
"Now fuck!" Louise demanded, as his stiff prick slid into her all the way.
He proceeded to fuck her. And this time he didn't go about it as if the room were on fire and he was in a hurry to leave.
Always, in the past, he had taken the subconscious view that to fuck a woman was such a rare and precious delight that a man should take maximum advantage of the opportunity as quickly as he could, before she got away. These days, however, there was fucking figuratively coming out of his ears. Every time there was a party, he found himself surrounded by willing cunts. No. Eager cunts.
So, what was the rush? Relax and enjoy it longer had become his new motto.
He stroked his cock in Louise's pussy slowly, and she writhed voluptuously beneath him, pressing her soft cunt lips around the base of his pecker each time he plunged it in. She panted and moaned.
"Ooh, that's so good, baby!" she said. "Do it. Doooo it! Wowww!"
He kept thrusting, slowly and steadily. He propped himself on his arms and watched her passionate face contorting. He twisted his head every once in awhile to kiss her panting lips or to pull a quick suck on the tip of a quivering titty.
Ronnie kept watching him.
Thit, he dothn't look like a gay boy! Ronnie thought. That thquare-ath Don mutht have the wrong idea.
But Ronnie had a hundred dollars riding on his performance tonight. He had to at least make a thorough effort to seduce Lyle, or he wouldn't get paid. And, to a struggling young actor, a hundred bucks was a lot of bread.
"Well, are you gonna fuck me or aren't you?" Elizabeth asked, as she smiled up at him.
"Oh, yeah," he said, as if he'd been guilty of a mere oversight, and he slid his hard dick into her waiting cunt. "Mmmmm!" she said. 'That feels good!" He said nothing, but merely proceeded to stroke his hard pecker in and out of her twat. He was faintly revolted, but there was no way he could have avoided this without drawing unwelcome attention to himself.
Don fucked Magda rapidly, bringing her to a squealing, heel-thumping climax. His semen leaped inside her, striking fire at the base of her cunt.
Brower rolled Jennifer over and humped her hard. Her ass bounced against the carpeted floor. She kicked her legs in the air in the customary manner, wailing ecstatically.
Ronnie realized he would have to screw Elizabeth to a climax and wait until Lyle had finished with Louise before he could make a play for the other man. Oh, the thacrifice a man hath to make for hith Art... and for the bread he needth to thuthtain himthelf!
He fucked Elizabeth with simulated passion, but she responded whole-heartedly. She bounced her hot quim up and down on his pumping prick. The greedy cunt sucked at his rod. Her tits quivered and leaped.
Right beside them, Lyle was having a great time with Louise. She bobbed her twat even faster than he could stroke his cock into it.
She dug her nails into his back. She had her legs wound around his thighs in serpentine fashion. Her body undulated from hips to shoulders, like the rolling of a stormy sea. The prow of his trusty schooner kept dipping into the waves-fucking, fucking.
He was holding out well. She struggled to her climax and got it before he began to complete. As her hot cunt spasmed around him and gripped his pecker fiercely, he went off, jerking and jetting his hot sauce into her. His balls pumped themselves dry.
"Oh, shit, that was the greatest!" he said. "Man, you can say that again!" Louise moaned. Their mouths came together in a steamy kiss of mutual gratitude.
Elizabeth was pumping wildly beneath Ronnie.
"Ooh, that's it!" she cried. "More! More! Don't stop! Keep socking it to me. Oooh, baby, how you can fuck!"
Thut up, you obthene cunt! he thought. But he just kept lobbing his stiff pecker into her juicy twat, determined to finish her off, if it took all night. He had remarkable staying power, because his heart wasn't really in this kind of action. This, ironically enough, made him a very desirable lover, from a woman's standpoint.
Elizabeth careened to a crashing climax. She tossed her head and bobbed her pussy as she quivered all over. Ronnie forced himself to bear down. He stroked briskly through her tempestuous orgasm and finally drove himself to a jetting release.
He lapsed atop her.
"Oh, honey, that was so good!" she said, and found his mouth for a warm, wet kiss.
He kissed back, without passion, and climbed off.
Louise got up to go to the little girls' room, and Elizabeth tagged along.
This was a break for Ron. He and Lyle were now alone together.
"It's a drag, isn't it?" he said, as he reached for a cigarette on a nearby table. "What do you mean?"
"Fucking," Ronnie said, and shook out his match. Lyle said, "Man, you're in sad shape." Ronnie looked at him. "We're alone now. You can level with me."
"Shit, I'm leveling with you! What the hell makes you think I'm not?"
Ronnie glanced quickly at Don. The other man was watching. This meant Ron would have to close in and make his big try.
He reached out and took hold of Lyle's soft prick. "Hey, cut that out!" Lyle demanded, and shoved his hand away.
But Ronnie persisted. "Let's split to a bedroom, hmmm? We could have a real time for ourselves in there-just the two of us."
"Man, you're sick! Get the hell out of here."
Lyle got up and walked away.
Ronnie looked at Don and shrugged.
Don glanced at his wife. Brower had left her and was having a drink with Magda.
Christ, Don thought: Both he and Jennifer had struck out But Brower hadn't shown any particular interest in Elizabeth this evening, either. Was it possible that he'd played both Lyle and him for suckers-that the old man didn't give a hoot for either of their wives? Lyle walked over to him.
"Do you know your friend Ronnie is a fag?" Lyle asked. Don appeared surprised. "I had no idea," he said. "Well, I wouldn't invite him to any more of these parties. Otherwise he's apt to get his pretty nose busted."
"Yeah ... I guess you're right," Don mumbled.
The orgy resumed, but with less fire than before. Don was dejected. Taking her mood from his, Jennifer lost interest.
Elizabeth made a play for Brower, but Magda kept horning in. Lyle settled down with Louise again. She was the only one who was really hot for more screwing.
He kissed and caressed her. After a while, Brower joined them. This left Elizabeth and Magda together. Don and Jennifer joined in, for the sake of appearances.
Ronnie faded away, but nobody missed him. Ho collected his hundred dollars from Don before he left. "I tried, man," was his only explanation.
At the climax of the evening, Lyle lay on his back in the middle of the floor and Louise was atop him, fucking his upthrust prick. Brower moved up to her from behind and fed his stiff cock into her asshole. She didn't mind in the least.
In fact, she had a real ball as the two pricks stroked in and out of her body at the same time. Each man could feel the other's prick pumping. This heightened their excitement, and they fucked her cunt and asshole to a thrashing, three-way climax.
Elizabeth, Jennifer and Magda swarmed over Don, taking turns either fucking or sucking his rigid cock. While one did that, the others kissed and petted him. He pulled first one woman's titty into his mouth, then another's.
In spite of his downcast mood earlier, he built to a mighty climax. Magda happened to be impaled on his prick when he let go, and his cum fountained upward into her twitching, sucking pussy.
After he extricated himself from the heap of flesh, the three women settled for one another. They formed themselves into a daisy chain: Elizabeth pressed her mouth to Magda's juicy cunt, while Magda sucked Jennifer and the latter pleasured Elizabeth in the same way.
Don and Lyle settled down to some heavy drinking.
Brower smiled sardonically as he surveyed the scene.
"Wanta try again? " the insatiable Louise inquired, as she moved up to him.
"Maybe later," he said. "In the meantime, why don't you get in on that action? " He indicated the girly-go-round which occupied the center of the floor.
Louise gazed at the three cunt-lapping women and shook her head. "Unh-uh, baby. When I'm hot, I've gotta have a big, stiff prick."
"I'm afraid we're out of stiff pricks right now," Brower replied.
Men! she thought. Why the hell do they always poop out so fast?
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well, that's it!" Don said as he arrived home several days later and sprawled dejectedly on the sofa.
"What's it? What're you talking about?" his wife wanted to know.
"The promotion. The goddamned, fucking vice-presidency! It went to some sonofabitch from outside the company."
"No!"
"Old Brower issued an announcement today."
"Why, that prick! He'd led you and Lyle to believe one of you would get it. You were in line."
"We were in line, all right. And promotions have always been made from the ranks before. That's what made us jump to conclusions. Brower never actually told us anything concrete. Lyle feels as bad about this as I do, but neither of us has a legitimate squawk, I suppose."
"What do you mean, you don't? Look what I had to do to try and corner that fucking promotion for you!"
"You didn't have to do anything, sweetness," he said sarcastically. "It was ail your idea. You wanted to. Well, you had your kicks. We all did-especially Brower. Now he has the last laugh, as usual."
Don picked up the martini jug and added, "I'm going to get bombed tonight."
Jennifer sank to the couch. She wanted to curse, but that wouldn't do any good. She took some solace in the fact that Elizabeth must be more miserable than she was, long about now. Liz, after all, had won the big contest to put Lyle first in line, or so they thought.
It was a grim, stupid joke, Jennifer decided. But strangely enough, she didn't have a laugh left in her.
At the Petersons' home, no similar scene was enacted, because Lyle didn't show. Elizabeth had received a phone call from him earlier, conveying the bad news. She didn't know when he'd be home, if ever.
She didn't care.
She'd already called a babysitter and was preparing to go out
Perhaps Lyle had gotten off easily, she decided. He wasn't sales manager material to begin with, and he wouldn't have reflected much credit on the firm as a vice president
She wondered if Don would have gotten the big job if she hadn't screwed up the situation for both of them by marching into Brower's office and making her play for him, on that morning that seemed so long ago. Don had the ability.
She smiled grimly to herself. Jennifer must be pissing her panties!
Well, there was no use crying over what might have been. If she were nothing else, Elizabeth prided herself on being a realist. When she saw what she wanted, she went after it.
The only real problem was that she didn't always see her goal clearly. Could she go on tolerating Lyle, while he spent the rest of his life in a second-rate position without hope of advancement? Did her children and home mean that much to her? Was that what she really wanted?
Or did she want to make a fresh start with somebody else?
It was a weighty question and one that she couldn't settle tonight
All she could do tonight was seek momentary physical compensation for her loss. She assumed that was what Lyle was doing-or else he was just getting drunk.
She'd called June this afternoon and suggested a little party at June's place. The girl was willing, but she'd expressed some reservations when Elizabeth had mentioned a third person she wanted June to invite.
"I can't have him in my apartment house!" June said. "My place is ldy-white."
"So it's time they got integrated. Just think of the fun we can have with that big, black man, baby."
June thought and finally gave in.
Whang McGraw would get his invitation.
The Negro stud with the eight-inch pole had given Elizabeth the greatest fucking of her life-greater, even, than the action she'd gotten from Brower. And a red hot fucking was what she needed tonight! After that, she wanted to kiss and snuggle with June very tenderly, while die black man watched, then she wanted him to fuck her again.
If she were any judge, he could go at least four times.
She wouldn't be greedy-she would divide evenly with June. Two screwings apiece, along with the pleasure they could give each other, should guarantee a happy night for both June and herself.
She finished dressing and took off, as soon as the babysitter arrived.
The gin flowed like water, and all three got bombed. Being drunk didn't seem to affect Whang's virility in the least. If anything, it made him hornier.
He laid Elizabeth and June side by side on the bed. Both were totally nude. He swarmed over them in a similar state, his big, black cock rampant with lust.
Giggling, the girls grabbed at it, fighting with each other for the best hold as he moved from titty to titty, taking long, juicy sucks. Then he pawed at their quivering tits and kissed their mouths.
The spirit of sportsmanship, which Elizabeth had in mind earlier, didn't prevail. There was to be no calm dividing-up of Whang's favors. Each woman was out for all she could get, as quickly as she could get it.
Whang was delighted when they began to fight over him. He let them turn him onto his back in the center of the bed and attack him from both sides. Each tried to mount him as she fought the other woman off. Their tits hung and trembled above his face. He pulled at first one, then another. He managed to jam two nipples-one of Elizabeth's and one of June's-into his wide mouth at the same time, and he sucked them both.
He worked a rigid finger up each woman's slit. Both women had a hand on his cock. That huge pecker swelled harder and higher.
Finally Elizabeth, being the heavier and stronger of the two, succeeded in mounting him, and his hot prick slid up her love chute. She began to fuck him wildly while June clawed at her hair and tried to throw her off the man. He laughed and slapped at her swaying tits. After a time, he helped June throw Elizabeth off, and he took the slim, young blonde onto his prong. He bumped up into her ass as she circled her cunt and moaned ecstatically. Elizabeth cried in frustration.
"I wanta get back on!" she waded. "I want his cock!" "Shut up, " slurred June thickly. "He wants me. Don't you, you horny stud?"
Her golden hair hung down. Her lips were slack and her eyes hot as she gyrated her slick pussy around his upstanding, pulsating rod.
"I want you both!" Whang said, laughing. "Come on, Lizzie, climb onto my face while June gets her fill of my dick."
This was better than nothing, Elizabeth decided, and she straddled his neck. June, sitting straight up on his loins, kept fucking away-thrilling herself with his massive hardness that projected deep into her belly.
Elizabeth pushed her furry box against his face. His thick lips spread the lips of her pussy, and his tongue fluttered up her hot hole. She writhed, her tits bobbing.
June eagerly strove for a climax, reached it, and spasmed wildly around his prick, but that huge shaft didn't spew forth any semen, and it didn't wilt.
"Okay, girls, now change places," he directed, as he lifted Elizabeth's pussy off his face. June was willing; Elizabeth was eager. The latter quickly mounted his hips and took his big, black cock up inside her, while June spread herself on his mouth. Elizabeth screwed madly.
Whang reached past June and squeezed Elizabeth's large tits while June wiggled her tasty twat against his mouth. His tongue slid in and out of it and swabbed her sensitive clit. Elizabeth's hot cunt circled and slid up and down on his pulsating pecker.
Somewhere there were Black men throwing firebombs and sniping at the law because integration wasn't working. But there in June's bedroom it was working fine! Whang had no complaints.
Elizabeth didn't, either, as she fucked herself to a blissful climax on his upthrust cock. He let go while her cunt was grabbing at him, and he flooded her pussy with a fountaining burst of warm, thick cream.
The orgy went on and on. Both women and Whang seemed insatiable. But the time had to come when sheer exhaustion would triumph.
Then what would Elizabeth do? Would she return to her home and family, or would she seek a new life elsewhere?
Was there hope for Lyle and her, now that swapping had turned him into a better lover? Or would today's bitter disappointment worsen their relationship to a point where neither of them could tolerate it?
She was a realist and, as such, she would have to come to grips with those thorny questions.
But, for the moment, it was on with the fuck!
Whang bore into her pussy from behind, while she buried her face in June's juicy cunt. He stroked his hot prick in and out of her slippery, writhing slit and bumped his black belly against her springy white ass, luxuriating ...
