After four months of marriage, Beth was a happy young wife, although still a bit shy in bed with her husband. The they traded secrets: He wanted her to use bawdy language in the heat of passion ... and she wanted his best friend in bed with them! Once both lustful desires had been fulfilled, it was much easier for Beth to take the initiative in their sex life, leading them first into swapping with another couple, then into an anything-goes orgy involving a whole gang of swingers with some far-out ideas about sensual gratification. In A New Look at Wife Swapping, Roger Blake, Ph.D., comments on this tendency of the female partner to seek even more erotic situations: "... the wife is the more demanding and dominant partner in a great number of these (swinging) marriages. Where ... the wife was initially the aggressor and more active than the husband, or where these qualities surfaced after swapping began, the husband ... often maintains... he is 'happy'... his wife has this outlet."
CHAPTER ONE
His hard cock tenting the covers, Glen lay in bed smoking, waiting for Beth to join him. He could hear her humming in the shower. The pleasant sound made his rod twitch, for it was the same tune she always unconsciously hummed when she was feeling in the mood for sex. She was a before-bed bather; but he, because of habit, still made a cold shower his first activity of each day. A few times he'd tried to change his bathing routine and get into the shower with Beth, but she'd always blushed and begged off, being embarrassed at even the suggestion of their bathing together.
Secretly her shyness pleased him. They'd been married for nearly four months, and Beth, for the most part, was still the blushing bride. Her inhibitions demanded the lights be out during sex--"So I can forget myself," she'd explained. And she did forget herself most of the time now.
Glen smiled as he put out his cigarette. The only light on was the beside lamp. He lay back with his arms folded behind his head, grinning as he thought of his bride. She was only nineteen, a five-foot-two honey blonde with a face and figure that made other women turn green with envy and men stare at her with their tongues hanging out. Yet, despite her voluptuous appearance, she had come to their marriage bed a virgin-a willing virgin, very eager to lose her dubious honor and give herself freely to her husband.
Beth had enjoyed sex right from the start. Oh, there'd been a little pain on first penetration and she'd bled some, but two minutes from the time her husband's organ had entered her fully, she was giving voice to her new-found pleasure. Ever since her first orgasm, Beth had been turning on more and more. It pleased Glen, the way she was developing, the way she was gradually overcoming her shyness about letting him know of her frequent desire for him. Like tonight, after Ron (Glen's best friend, who was still a bachelor) had left, when Beth had turned to Glen in their foyer and hugged him fiercely.
"Oh, darling," she'd breathed, "I thought Ron would never leave. Take me to bed. I need you so."
Glen had been delighted with her honest and lustful exclamation. He'd kissed her passionately, kneading her sweet little butt through her clothing as she moaned and rubbed hotly against his hardening prick. Then, with Beth smiling lovingly at him, he'd picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She'd insisted on showering when he got her out of her clothing--"because I want you to kiss me all over, darling," she'd hotly informed him. Then she'd tripped from the bedroom and into the adjoining bath."
The water stopped running in the shower. The humming continued, more throaty now, as Beth dried herself behind the closed door. Glen listened as she took her douche, his cock weeping, jealous of the slender black nozzle now inside her sweet vagina. The light switch clicked off in the bathroom. The door opened a crack.
"Turn off the light, honey," she called softly. "I'm ready."
"And I'm about to pop from waiting so long," Glen laughed, rolling over to shut off the bedside lamp.
The room was plunged into darkness. A tiny squeak sounded as Beth opened the door and came unseen and groping into the bedroom. Glen lay back, sniffing the fragrance of her dusting powder, which preceded her to the bed.
"Ouch!" Beth exclaimed. "Damn it!"
The bed sagged as she sat on it. Glen reached for her, asking, "What is it, baby? What's wrong?"
She was holding her fool. "My toe. I bumped it."
Fumbling in the dark, Glen worked his hand down her leg. "Does it hurt?" he asked concernedly, rubbing the hand in which she held her left big toe.
"It doesn't feel like it's bleeding," she replied.
"It's not broken, I hope."
"No. I don't think so," she said.
Glen pushed her hand away and carefully took her injured toe between his thumb and forefinger. "Wiggle it, he suggested.
When she did, he said, "It feels all right to me."
"It still hurts."
"I'll kiss it and make it well," he offered, affecting the soothing tone of a father toward one of his adored offspring.
He sat up and pulled her foot to his mouth, kissing her toe wetly as she squealed and giggled and begged him to stop, complaining good-naturedly that the tickling was worse than the pain. When he released her foot, they fell into one another's arms in the center of the bed, both of them laughing.
"Is it all better?" Glen cooed, pulling her warm body close to his.
"Fine," she sighed, throwing a soft thigh over him and relishing the feel of his hard penis pressing against her rounded belly. "Just fine." I love you.
"I love you," she whispered back.
He kissed her eyes, her nose, then hugged her tight as his mouth claimed hers. The tip of her tongue probed teasingly between her soft lips. She immediately opened her teeth and began nibbling at his tongue with her lips, inviting it deeper. Very slowly he slid his tongue into her mouth, both of them enjoying the laziness of the motion. Her lips kept nibbling, drawing his tongue farther into her mouth till it was licking at the back of her throat.
The sharp edges of her teeth closed lightly on his tongue, holding it in her mouth. She sucked and moaned, whimpered and wiggled, and finally rolled onto her back and pulled him atop her. He settled between her eagerly parting thighs, leaving room for her to slide one hand down to grip his dick. His eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness; as she sighed and rubbed the head of his rod in her slippery crevice, Glen looked down at her passion-flushed face.
"Put it in," she urged.
"Damn, baby, you're really hot for it tonight, aren't you?"
"Yesss ... oh, darling ... hurry ... do me!" she whispered.
He grinned. "Do you what?" "You know."
He knew, but he wanted to hear her say it; he longed to hear coarse and vulgar words rolling from his precious, innocent bride's feverish mouth. She'd never said such words to him, though he'd asked her to on several occasions. But he thought she might do it this time, for she was hotter than he'd ever seen her before. "You have to tell me, Beth. Tell me what you want, darling. Tell me dirty."
"I can't. I just can't say it," she protested.
"Don't you know the words?"
"Of course I know the words. Everyone does."
"Then say them, baby. Please. I want you to."
"Oh, Glen," she sighed, trying to pull his cock into her. "Put it in. Don't make me talk dirty. I'll sound like a whore."
"God, baby, don't you realize that's exactly what I want you to sound like?" "Glen!"
"No, really. It excites me something fierce just to think of you saying dirty things to me while we're doing it. Say them, baby. Sound like a whore for me. Be my whore. No one will know but us. Tell me you're my little whore, Beth. Tell me."
"Well ... if you truly want me to say such things, and if you won't disrespect me for it, I guess maybe--" "I do, baby. More than anything. I won't disrespect you for it, I promise. Good God, if anything, I'll love you even more for it. Say it now -- say, 'I'm your little whore, Glen.' " In the most whorish voice her naive mind could muster, Beth said, "I'm your little whore, darling."
Glen shut his eyes, savoring the throaty sound of his wife's voice. "Go on," he urged hotly. "Say more."
"I don't know what you want to hear."
"The dirtiest things you can think of, darling. Be vulgar and obscene. Say the vilest things you know. Tell me how hungry you are for it, and use gutter words."
"I'm your hungry little whore," she whispered directly into his ear, rubbing the throbbing head of his penis up and down the length of her hairy slit. "Your penis ... your whore hungers for it. Put it in her hungry vagina and have intercourse with her."
"Gutter words, baby. Use gutter words, and say T. Make it personal." "Oh, shit, honey," she complained. "I'm hot! Don't tease me like this. Put it in and ... and do me!"
"Do you need it, Beth?"
"Yes, darling ... yes!"
"What? Tell me what you need."
"Your penis!" "My what?" "Your dick!" "That's better, baby." "Your prick! Your cock! Oh, Jesus ... is that what you want to hear me say?" "That's it... go on."
"Your cock," she sighed longingly. "Your lovely hard cock. So fat and firm. I love it. I'm a whore, a dirty whore, your dirty little whore."
"Oh, darling," Glen moaned.
"Do you like me to say things like that, Glen? Do you really?"
"Mmm ... I love it."
"Do you want me to say more?"
"Please."
She put her lips to his ear and whispered, "Fuck me!"
"Yes, angel ... yes," he whimpered, thrusting nearly half his rock-hard prick into her.
"Ohhh ... sweet cock," she gasped. "More, darling. Fuck me deeper!"
Thrusting all the way into her, Glen chanted, "Honey cunt, honey cunt, honey cunt!"
"Sugar cock, sugar cock, sugar cock!" came her heated reply.
Glen began stroking "Keep talking to me like a whore," he urged.
She hooked her calves over his and cupped his pistoning buttocks, hunching with him, pulling his cock back into her each time he withdrew. "What... do whores ... say?" she asked, panting now.
"Anything ... anything they feel like saying."
"I love your cock," she moaned. "I love to feel it like this, ramming all nice and hard in and out of my pussy. I like you screwing me-no, fucking me! I love to fuck, Glen. Honest, I do. Fuck ... fuck, fuck! Am I talking all right?"
"Hell yes, baby. Keep it up," he groaned, hunching harder now, his pelvis bumping harshly against hers and making her grunt.
"You're gettin' rough!"
"Don't you like it?"
"Jesus, yes... I like it! Mmm! Animal ... that's what ... you are! A stud .. . my stud. Tell me ... stud man ... do you like ... my pussy?"
"Best pussy in the world," he exclaimed, shoving his rod home, then stopping. "Good pussy. Nice and hot and juicy!
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Fuck me more. I'm about to come!"
"Me too. That's why I stopped. I don't want to come yet."
"Well, I do," she wailed. "Go on ... hump me, honey!" "No."
"Do something!"
"What? You tell me what to do, Beth." "Fuck me!"
"Not that. What else would you like?"
"Oh, shit ... it's too messy for that now, isn't it?"
"I didn't come yet," Glen said.
"I'm so juicy down there. My pussy's all wet and sloppy."
"It's your juice, darling. I could drink gallons of it."
"Could you, Glen? Really, darling?"
"Try me. Offer me a drink of your nectar. Say it dirty."
"Drink my pussy juice. Take your cock out of my cunt and put your mouth to it. Lick my messy twat. Tongue me deep. Suck the juice out of my cunt!"
Already kissing his way down her body, Glen asked, "What will that make me when I do?"
"A cuntsucker! A messy, pussy-licking bastard!"
"God, baby. You're gettin' the idea now!"
"Jesus, Glen, the more I talk, the hotter I get!"
"Me too. Talk like a goddamned slut!"
"Sluts curse a lot, don't they? I feel like cursing, Glen. I feel like cursing you, darling. Would you mind terribly if I called you a dirty son of a bitch?"
"You just did, sweetheart. Do it again, with more fire this time. Say whatever comes into your pretty little head."
"You won't mind? You're sure?"
Glen had reached her cunt. Before he answered, he pushed her thighs farther apart and licked her hot, sex-slick vulva. "God, that's a sweet hole," he moaned. "No, you little cocksucker, I won't mind at all. You know my secret now, so why be bashful any more? Talk dirty, curse me, scream obscenities to your heart's content. I'll love every scatological word you utter, darling."
Beth raised her head and looked down at her husband.
"Piss on you," she said, smiling sweetly. "That piss you off, prick?"
For an answer, Glen moaned and glued his mouth to her swollen cunt. He thrust his tongue deep into her silky sheath, lapping in a circular motion, letting her copious secretions collect on his tongue. When his stirring tongue was making a wet swishing sound inside her, he pressed his lips tightly against her slick cunt lips, then sucked in her slippery fluid as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. He swallowed loudly, clucking at the roof of his mouth afterward, savoring the heady taste.
"Ambrosia!" he breathed. "Nectar fit for the gods!"
"Damn it," Beth said. "That was good. Suck my slimy slit some more, you shithead. Get your fuckin' mouth on me and suck till I run dry."
"You nasty little bitch. Watch your tongue!" Glen said, his voice quavering with excitement at her words.
"Fuck you, husband. Up your asshole! Go on now, you cruddy muff diver, suck me off. Go down on me till I come! Hurry! Suck me, lick me, tongue me, slurp loud while you do it, you vulgar pussy lapper!"
"Son of a bitch, baby. God, you're really going good now.
"I like it, Glen. I really do."
"More. Say more," he urged, then ducked his head between her thighs and pressed his mouth to her hot cunt again. He sucked harshly, drawing part of her vulva into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.
"Don't bite me, you goddamned cannibal! Suck, lick, tongue!" When she felt him do as she said, she sighed, "Oh, darling! Yes ... that's what I like! You're a wonderful cuntsucker. I'm about to come. I'm going to come in your mouth. Suck harder ... but don't bite, and I'll give you a creamy reward. Mmm! It's starting ... can you taste my fuck juice yet? Is it good? Ohhh ... I'm coming! Oh, shit ... suck me, you dirty motherfucker! Suck me!!!"
A constant stream of groaned obscenities issued from her lips as Glen sucked her through climax. He loved it. She loved it. Her mind easily recalled all the dirty words she'd seen in books and on walls in ladies' rooms, and they came pouring from her mouth all raspy and broken as she shuddered and thrashed about in ecstasy's grip. For the duration of her drawn-out orgasm, Glen sucked and smacked at her twitching pussy, moaning as her heated words drifted down to his alert ears. When finally Beth lay sighing and trembling, he smacked one last kiss into her steaming snatch before he crawled up the bed and topped her again.
"God, baby, I'm gonna fuck you silly," he groaned, guiding his cock to her and thrusting it into her hot tunnel.
"Hold still," she gasped, her hands cupping his tensed ass and holding his cock deep inside her. "I'm numb from clit to womb. Wait a minute till I can feel you better."
It was a strain, but Glen managed to lie quietly atop her. He listened to the sound of her labored breathing, waiting for her to calm down before fucking her quite thoroughly and bringing her right back to the state she was in now.
"Sweet pussy," he whispered. "Nice cock," she sighed.
"I love your cunt better than any I've ever fucked," he said.
She giggled.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, darling," she soothed.
"Nothing? Something's funny. You laughed. Tell me what made you laugh," he demanded. "It wasn't at you, Glen." "Then what?"
"I don't think I ought to tell you." "Bullshit!"
"All right, but it's your fault if you get mad." "Why should I get mad?"
"I was just thinking, when you told me how my cunt was the best you've ever fucked, I can't return your compliment."
"That's all right. You don't have to, baby."
"I'd like to, but I can't because yours is the only cock I've ever had."
"I know," Glen said. "It's all right. Forget it." "I can't" "Why not?"
"I feel so uninhibited tonight" "That's good. I like you uninhibited."
"I'm glad I found out about your secret," she whispered.
He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm glad I told you about it."
"I've got a secret too," she said guardedly.
"Tell me," he urged. "I want to hear it."
"Maybe you won't like it," she told him, studying his face as well as the darkened room would permit.
"Try me. How did I know you'd like my secret? I didn't. I took a chance that you would. Tell me and see. I'm not a prude."
"I don't know how to tell you," she protested, after groping for the right words and not finding them. "Just blurt it out."
"It'll sound awful that way ... depraved even," she whined.
"I don't give a shit how it sounds. You've got my curiosity aroused now. Tell me in plain words," he insisted. "Bluntly, darling?"
"Bluntly, Beth. Tonight I'm unshockable."
"Ron has been trying to fuck me," she said, her voice a quiver as she looked up seriously into her husband's face.
"The son of a bitch!" Glen hissed. "And I thought he was my friend!"
"He is your friend, Glen. It isn't all his fault."
"What do you mean?"
"He's been here so often lately, I've come to like him almost as much as you do. I've been flirting with him, I'm afraid."
"No, Beth. Don't say that."
"It's true. I didn't realize I was doing it at first, and when I finally did realize it I couldn't stop. It was fun. I like him."
"Beth ... Beth, honey ..."
"You said you wanted to know my secret, Glen."
He nodded, his face looking pained, and she asked, "Shall I shut up or finish telling you about it?"
"Jesus," he muttered. "Yeah. Go on."
"The reason I was so hot tonight when Ron left ... Well, remember how long he and I danced to that slow record?"
"About four times through, if I recall correctly," Glen groaned.
"Well ... Ron got a hard-on and he didn't want you to see it So we kept dancing, a little apart, till he went soft again."
"Goddamn it!" Glen said through clenched teeth.
"I enjoyed it, darling, the way his cock rubbed all hard and warm against my belly. I even got wet--" "No, Beth. I don't want to hear any more," he said sharply.
Tears misted her eyes. "Goddamn you," she said. "You drag it out of me, and then you stop me before I'm finished telling. Shit. Get off me. Take your cock out of me. Goddamn you anyway."
"I'm not mad at you, honey."
"Yes, you are, Glen. You're angry with me for telling you a secret you demanded to know. Well, by God, I'll tell you something else-I'm hurt by the way you're acting. You asked me, you know. I wasn't going to tell you. But no, that wouldn't do. You just had to drag it out of me. Now you're angry and I'm hurt. Why the hell didn't you just leave well enough alone?"
"I'm sorry, Beth."
"You ought to be," she snapped, turning her face away as he tried to kiss her.
He lay atop her, neither of them speaking, his dick still in her, still hard. Finally he said, "Tell me the rest of it."
"No."
"Beth, don't be like that. I love you no matter what, darling."
Slowly she turned her head to look at him. He kissed her. She didn't respond. He kissed her again and again. She cried softly and let him kiss her. After a while, still crying, she began to return his kisses.
"Finish telling me," he said. "We can't have this between us."
"I guess you're right," she sobbed. She pulled herself together, then went on, "I was daydreaming tonight, imagining that I had two lovers instead of one. God, I loved it. I love you with all my heart and soul, Glen, but I want Ron, too. I want you both in bed with me at the same time, both of you making love to me together. I know it's wicked and terribly depraved to even think of such a thing, but I can't help myself. It's not the first time I've thought of it. I want Ron to fuck me. I've wanted him in bed with us for over a month now. With us, darling, not just with me."
She paused. When Glen didn't say anything, she let out her breath as if exhausted. "So now you know it all. Do you want a divorce?' "No."
"I'll give you one if you do." "No. I don't want one." "What are we going to do, Glen?" "I don't know, baby."
"It won't go away, my wanting both you and Ron. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't stay ignored. It keeps coming back, stronger each time," There was a full minute of silence, then Glen said, "We'll try it." He was grinning sheepishly.
She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. "Oh, darling. Do you really mean it?"
"I think Ron will go for it," he said, smiling as she peckingly kissed his face. "In fact, I know fuckin' good and well he will. He knows a terrific piece of ass when he sees one.
"Oh, Glen ... darling! I do love you, darling, more than you'll ever know!"
"Can we finish screwing now?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes, you lovely cuntsucker. Fuck me, husband. Fuck me good! I'm so happy, Glen. You're a depraved bastard, you know, for even thinking about letting another man fuck your bride. But I love you, love you, love you."
She went on rattling happily and obscenely as Glen threw a wild fuck into her. She called him Glen, Ron, husband, lover, stud, delightful bastard, and every other thing she could think of. It resulted in the most intensely satisfying orgasm either of them had ever experienced. They rolled to their sides, still joined cock to cunt, and fell asleep that way.
CHAPTER TWO
Had Ron Tipton known what lay in wait for him that night at the Fosters', he probably wouldn't have shown up at all. Guilt had been nagging at him ever since he pressed his hard dick snugly against Beth's soft belly and whispered, "If you weren't Glen's wife ..." and then hadn't been able to finish his sentence. It wasn't right. He just couldn't do it to Glen. Then, to make matters worse, Beth had rubbed sensually against him and asked softly, "If I weren't Glen's wife ... what, Ron?"
That had been an invitation, and he knew it. Beth, beautiful and soft and married to his best friend, wanted him too-perhaps as much as he wanted her. He'd decided then not to ever visit their home again. But today, the very next day after his resolution, Glen had called him at work and asked him to have dinner with them that night. Hating himself for not having the will power to resist seeing Beth again, Ron had found himself accepting without hesitation.
Now, butterflies flitting in his stomach, Ron stepped up to their front door and rang the bell. He promised himself once more that no matter how inviting Beth became tonight, he wouldn't dance with her nor flirt even a little bit. He owed it to Glen to keep his hands off.
Glen was sitting in the living room, smoking nervously and trying to concentrate on the evening newspaper when the doorbell rang. It startled him. He'd been waiting for it to ring, but he still jumped when it finally did. It was such a crazy damned thing they were doing. Last night, with his throbbing prick inside Beth's moist pussy, the idea had sounded altogether different. Beth's wanting both him and Ron loving her at the same time had seemed so erotic then, so ultra-sophisticated. The same feeling had crept over him when he called Ron and invited him to dinner without mentioning the true purpose for the invitation, and again when Beth was dressing in her see-through blouse and her shortest miniskirt. Christ, she hadn't even put on a bra! And now Ron was at the door. Glen got up from the couch to let him in, wondering if he'd lost his last marble.
He was barely on his feet when Beth came hurrying from the kitchen, her high heels clicking rapidly till she entered the carpeted living room. Glen watched her move toward him, taking off her apron as she walked. She was smiling, but it was a nervous smile. He wished she'd worn a bra. The pink nipples of her swaying breasts showed clearly through the pale blue of her sheer blouse.
"Sit down, darling. I'll let him in," she said, stopping to stuff her discarded apron into his desk drawer. She closed the drawer and smoothed her shoulder-length blonde hair. "How do I look? Do I look seductive, Glen?"
He'd been hoping she might have changed her mind. God, but she was lovely! How could he go through with it? Could he stand to lie beside her in bed while she gave herself to another man? Even if the other man was Ron, his closest friend? He felt a strange sweet ache in the vicinity of his rapidly beating heart. "You look irresistible, baby," he told her, deciding to sit down again before his knees buckled under him. He watched her smile grow more assured. Then she was gliding to the door, her nylons whispering as she walked. Her butt wiggled delightfully under her miniskirt. She moved gracefully now, unhurried, her long tapered legs tensing and relaxing lazily. Trying to act nonchalant, Glen went back to his paper. With some effort, he forced it to quit dancing.
Thrusting out her breasts just enough so Ron would have to notice, Beth opened the door. She saw his face tense as he jerked his gaze from her tits and looked into her face. She smiled warmly. "Come in, Ron. Supper's almost ready. You and Glen can have a drink while I finish up."
At the word drink, he pushed a quart-size bottle (still in its brown-paper store sack) at her and mumbled, "Hi, Beth. Gee, you look nice. Am I late? I feel like a freeloader, coming two nights in a row."
"You're not a freeloader," she said, taking the bottle from his awkwardly extended and trembling hand. "You didn't have to buy this, you know. Glen keeps enough on hand."
Ron shut the door behind him as he stepped into the foyer and began taking off his coat. "It's just some table wine," he demurred.
"Oh, my dinners aren't fancy enough for you, huh?" she teased.
He protested, saying her dinners were wonderful, better than his mothers. She laughed and told him she was only joking, and thanked him for the wine as he hung up his coat. Then they walked together into the living room and she left the men to fix their own drinks while she finished dinner. The wine was already chilled. She put it in the refrigerator to keep it that way until she served the meal. Glen and Ron were the same age-twenty-three-and they could handle liquor better than she could, but she was beginning to develop a taste for it. Tonight, especially, she wanted something to drink-but not too much, just enough to give her a pleasant glow and the courage she'd need to actually go ahead and seduce Ron as she and Glen had planned. She tried to get it off her mind; it was entirely too exciting to think about so early in the evening!
Beth and Glen sat facing each other across the table, with Ron at one side. Several times during the meal she let her knee touch intimately against Ron's. At first he kept jerking his leg away, but after a while he gave up and joined her in a game of kneesies (secretly, he thought) under the table as the three of them chatted and ate and sipped the wine he'd brought. Glen and Beth exchanged knowing glances, both beginning to get in the mood for the erotic evening Beth so desired.
Glen knew his wife was rubbing knees with his best friend under the table, out of his sight. It excited him. He felt almost a part of it because Beth had told him she was going to do it. Ron looked guilty as hell. Glen felt sorry for him. He'd wanted to tell him straight-out what they had in mind, but had agreed to let Beth play at being an adulterous wife. It was all so new to her, she'd said. She'd never seduced a man before. So he'd agreed to play along and allow her to tease poor Ron until he was panting with need for her.
It was a dirty trick to play on such a good friend, but Glen had to admit it held a certain charm. More than that, it was fascinating. The way Beth was getting to Ron so early, he'd be a wild man when she was finally ready to take him to bed with them.
Beth served coffee and desert. After the wine, she didn't want any dessert, so she lit a cigarette and sat smoking and sipping coffee as the men talked and ate. They were talking about something that had happened years ago, when they were kids. She slipped her foot out of her shoe and put it on top of Ron's nearest foot. When he dropped his dessert spoon, she nearly let out a giggle. He picked up his spoon and went on eating as if nothing had happened.
She put her foot between his ankles, then slowly rubbed her sole up the inside of his leg. His knees clamped on her foot, holding it there as he shifted uneasily in his chair. He threw her a quick, pleading glance. She smiled, working her foot past his knees and up between his thighs. Her nylon-clad toes gently probed his crotch, finding and caressing an enormous erection. Ron looked like he wanted to cry but she didn't let up. He could barely keep up his end of the conversation as she moved her warm foot up and down the bulge in his trousers and tickled his balls with her wiggling toes. When his face looked like he was about to come, she relented and put her foot back into her shoe.
"You're missing the news," she said to Glen as she held up her wrist and pointed at her watch.
"Christ, why didn't you tell me it was time for it?" Glen asked, getting up at once. "Come on, Ron. Let's catch the newscast."
Panic swept over Ron's face. Beth knew why; he couldn't get up in his present state. With amusement, she also noted her husband's tented trousers before he quickly turned away so Ron couldn't see.
"I'll be with you in a minute," Ron said, scraping his saucer as if he wanted the last crumb of his dessert.
Glen left the dining area, calling over his shoulder, "Okay. Come on back to the bedroom. The set's still there from last night. We'll watch the world go by lying down."
Ignoring Ron completely, Beth collected a load of dishes and went to put them in the dishwasher. When she returned to the table, Ron was disappearing down the hall. Humming unconsciously, she cleared the table and put the rest of the dishes in the machine.
The news was just going off when she entered the bedroom. Everything was perfect. The room was dimly illuminated by the TV screen. Ron was lying on one side of the bed with Glen on the other. A space big enough for her was between them. As she kicked off her shoes and approached the bed, Ron started to get up.
"Stay put," Glen told him. "We'll watch this next program."
Ron lay back, smiling uncertainly as Beth climbed onto the bed and walked on her knees between him and Glen. She lay down on her stomach and rolled over, her hip brushing against Ron's as if by accident.
"Got enough room?" Glen asked.
She snuggled her head into the crack between the pillows. "Mmm ... yes. This is so nice and cozy, isn't it?"
Ron lit a cigarette as Glen kissed her ear and asked, "Can you see the TV all right, honey?"
"My head is a little low. You guys are hogging the pillows. No, Ron, you keep that pillow. You need it to see the screen. Each of you give me an arm and I'll be fine."
She raised her head. Glen's arm moved under it. "Ron," she said, "loan me your arm to prop up my head."
His arm crept hesitantly under her head and Beth lay back with a sigh. "That's fine."
Glen looked straight ahead at the TV, yawning, feigning sleepiness. Beth reached for Ron's cigarette, took it from his lips and brought it to her mouth. She took a drag, then put it back between his lips. "Thanks," she said, exhaling. "Isn't this a lovely way to watch TV?"
Ron nodded, pretending interest in the commercial on the screen so he wouldn't have to look at her. The program came on. Beth let her legs move apart till one of her thighs rested against her husband and the other against Ron. Ron lay stiff as a board.
Halfway through the program Beth asked Ron for a cigarette. He gave her one, tried to offer Glen one and got nervous when he saw Glen's eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling evenly. "He's asleep," Beth commented.
"I ought to go, then."
"No, Ron. Stay. I want you to."
He lit their cigarettes. "It doesn't seem proper," he whispered. "With Glen sleeping, I mean."
"You don't need to whisper. This is getting to be a habit with Glen, falling asleep after dinner. He sleeps like a log for about an hour, then wakes up fresh as morning till bedtime."
Ron pretended interest in another commercial. Beth blew smoke straight up toward the ceiling. "Do you think I'm pretty, Ron?" "Huh?"
"Do I appeal to you? You appeal to me, you know. You do know I go for you, don't you?"
"I better get out of here fast," he said, but made no move.
"You didn't answer my question." "Beth," he moaned, "don't press it. Think of Glen." "Glen's fast asleep. I'd much rather think of you right now."
"Jesus. I ache inside for you, that's how much you appeal to me."
"Then kiss me, Ron. I ache too, honey. For you."
Listening to the wild beating of his heart, Beth turned her face toward him and offered her parted lips.
His face moved toward hers, then stopped barely an inch away. "It isn't right. Glen is my lifelong friend."
She said nothing, just put her lips to his and kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth before he knew what was happening. He groaned and rolled against her, bringing his face above hers and returning the kiss, licking her darting tongue, sucking it.
"Oh, Ron," she sighed. "Darling Ron. How I've longed for that kiss. Put out our cigarettes, honey. I want to hold you with both arms."
His hand trembling, Ron took her cigarette and silently rolled to the side of the bed, mashed both of them out in the ash tray, then rolled back to her and eagerly took her in his arms. They were on their sides, arms around one another, mouth to mouth and belly to belly. Ron's hands moved down her back, flipped up her miniskirt, cupped her tender, nylon-covered ass and pulled her cunt tight against his throbbing dick.
Moaning, he let tongue probe deep in the sweetness of her willing mouth, exploring its recesses. Rubbing against him hotly and moaning in return, Beth sucked harshly on his tongue. She licked its smooth undersurface, teasing it deeper till its tip lapped deliciously at the back of her throat. Impatiently her hand went between them and fumbled at his fly. She jerkily unzipped his pants, then reached in and boldly grasped his hard prick. Squeezing his shaft hungrily, she tugged his organ from its shelter of shorts and pants, bringing his glans to her cunt and rubbing it between her moist lips till her crotchband was sticky and pressing into her cleft.
"What a nice cock you've got," she murmured, as much for her husband's alert ears as for Ron's. "Put it in me, darling. Fuck me."
"Oh, Jesus," he groaned.
"Don't you want to fuck me, honey? I want you to, so very much. Glen says I'm a terrific lay. He says I've got the tightest, hottest pussy he's ever screwed. It'll be even tighter for you, Ron, because your dick is bigger than Glen's. God, I want you! Do it, Ron. Take my panties off and give me your lovely dick."
"I can't, goddamn it," he moaned. "God knows I want to, but it wouldn't be fair to either you or Glen. Glen is my friend. I'd never forgive myself for taking his wife away from him."
"You're not going to take me away from him. I love Glen dearly and wouldn't think of leaving him. But I love you, too. Don't you love me a little bit, Ron?"
"Yes ... no ... oh, shit. I don't know. Right now I do, but. .. " "That's good enough. Love me while your cock is nice and hard. When it goes soft, well be friends again just like before. You won't owe me anything afterward, Ron. Do it, darling. Hurry!"
"Glen--what if he wakes up? Shouldn't we go to the living room?" Ron asked, already hooking his fingers under the waistband of her nylon panties and pushing them down her hips.
"Let's stay here," she insisted, unbuttoning her blouse as she lifted her hips so Ron could get her panties the rest of the way off. "Don't worry about Glen. It'll be all right. Trust me, honey."
The last ounce of Ron's resistance ebbed away. He scooted lower on the bed, slipping her panties down her legs as he went. As he dropped them silently to the floor, Beth rolled to her back and spread her legs for him. Her blouse was open now, revealing her luscious tits with their hard, strawberry-colored nipples. She held her arms out in invitation.
"Hurry, darling," she breathed. "Hurry!"
Ron glanced at Glen, who was still lying calmly on his back. Hastily, Ron unfastened his pants and kicked them off, along with his shorts. The bed bounced as he clambered between Beth's thighs.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her arms went around his back, holding him to her as he brought the head of his organ into contact with her warm, moist vulva. He kissed her, groaning into her mouth, pushing the sensitive head of his rod past her outer lips and into the tighter circle of her fiery-red inner lips. It wedged there for a second, then popped through and sped up her snug vagina as she sucked in her breath and trembled.
"Beth," he gasped. "Oh, God, baby ... you are tight! And hot."
"Tight and hot for you, honey, for your lovely fat cock. Oh, Ron ... I love it. It feels so big and masterful! My pussy is weeping with joy around it. Do you like my pussy?
Does it feel good? Here," she said, rapidly clenching the strong walls of her vagina around his shaft and making him grit his teeth at the sheer pleasure of it. "Do you like that? Glen loves it."
Ron "mmmmmed" with his lips together and buried his face in the curve of her neck.
Glen hadn't seen a thing, because his eyes were shut, but he'd heard it all. He knew they were coupled now, that his best friend had his throbbing cock stuck deep inside Beth's sensual body. The pangs of jealousy he'd expected had never come. His love for Beth was stronger than ever, and his affection for Ron hadn't diminished the least bit. They were joined in the most intimate of all possible meetings, and he loved them both as if they were one. It had been bittersweet torture to lie beside them, feigning sleep as they made love. He could stand it no longer. He wanted to join them, to be a part of their union.
The bed was jiggling and creaking now. Ron was throwing the meat to Beth and she was whimpering delightedly. Turning only his head toward them, he opened his eyes. Beth's face mirrored her bliss. He couldn't see Ron's face, which was on the far side of Beth's head. He was kissing her neck and tonguing her ear.
"Christ," Glen exclaimed loudly, "that looks like great fun. Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"
Ron sucked in his breath sharply. His ass tensed and stilled, with his cock buried deep in Beth's snatch.
Beth quickly reached over and took Glen's hand. "It's a private party, darling, but you're invited. Take off your clothes and join us."
Beth and Glen kissed as Ron asked fearfully "What the hell's going on here? Jesus, Glen, I'm sorry. We just got carried away. Listen, buddy, if you want to kick my ass, go ahead. I won't try to stop you."
Glen laughed. "Beth is a terrific piece of ass, isn't she, Ron?" He began unbuttoning his shirt.
"You're not pissed off about this?" Ron squeaked, unable to comprehend Glen's good-natured reaction to seeing his wife and best friend screwing. "You don't even mind?"
"Hell no, I don't mind," Glen assured him. "I think it's wonderful-the two people I care most about in the world enjoying each other. Go on, Ron. Don't keep my wife waiting. Fuck her good. She wants you to finish, don't you, baby?"
"Mmm, yes," Beth said softly. "He's got a nice cock, Glen. It fills me so snugly. See, Ron? I told you it would be all right."
"God, I can't believe this!" Ron muttered.
"Believe it," Glen said. "Enjoy it. This is why we asked you over again tonight. Beth wanted you to lay her. She wants us both loving her, together." Jesus!
"She's a little nut," Glen chuckled, getting out of his pants and shorts. "But I don't mind. How about you, Ron? You got any objections to sharing my wife with me?"
"Christ, no."
Glen pushed his pants and shorts off the bed and kicked off his shoes. He sat up to take off his shirt. "I hope her teasing at dinner wasn't too uncomfortable for you. She wanted to play seductress. Was she any good at it?"
Ron's ass was moving again pumping his cock within Beth's cunt. "Was she any good at it? Son of a bitch, yes! She had me ready to climb the fuckin' walls!"
"Mmmm," Beth sighed. "This is just wonderful. Two lovers. Come on, Glen. Kiss me while Ron fucks me, honey."
Wearing only his socks, Glen lay back down and rolled toward them. He put his arms over Ron's back and fondled one of Beth's tits. "Is Ron a good fuck, baby?" he asked, his face close to hers.
"Yes, darling, he's got the nicest cock! Thank you for letting me have him. You're a very considerate husband."
"I'm nutty, that's what I am,"Glen chuckled.
"You are a little nutty," Beth agreed, then grunted as Ron banged his cock into her extra hard. "But very nice."
Glen kissed his wife tenderly. She moaned in mock protest at his lukewarmness, opening her mouth to be kissed more passionately, more in keeping with her mood of the moment. Her hand enfolded his erect organ and squeezed hard. The copulating couple's heavy breathing and throaty murmurings whipped Glen's passion higher. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, enjoying her immediate and hungry suction. As Glen screwed his tongue in and out of her mouth, Ron kept right on fucking her thoroughly, plunging his twitching prick into her steaming cunt and jerking it back in a frenzy of movement.
The bed creaked under Ron's uninhibited and forceful thrusts. Glen could tell she was hotter than ever before. The constant moans and whimpers coming all muffled into his mouth told him how good Ron's cock was making her feel. She was having the time of her life, being kissed and fondled by her husband as her lover kept right on pounding her ass into the mattress.
Beth tore her mouth from Glen's and kissed Ron, thrusting her tongue in deep, licking the smooth inner surfaces of his cheeks, lapping at his teeth and tongue, tickling the back of his throat, moaning and grunting as his cock hit into her rhythmically with little wet, splatting sounds. "Oh God," she wailed,, pulling her mouth from Ron's and again kissing her husband.
"Is it good, baby?" Glen asked, knowing she was near orgasm by the glassy appearance of her slitted eyes. 'Tell me how good old Ron's pecker feels to you. Talk dirty."
Panting and whimpering between words, she shouted, "It's so fat and hot ... great, Glen ... God, honey, you depraved bastard ... Ron's got the sweetest cock! Oh, goddamn ... mother fucker! Shit, honey, I wasn't kidding ... his is bigger than yours. Fatter and longer, too. Jesus, Glen, it touches my womb! Mmm, so good . .. the way it flicks at my cervix!"
"You like that, huh?" Glen asked excitedly.
"Goddamn, yes ... I love it! Fuck me deeper, Ron. Harder!"
"Harder, Ron," Glen encouraged. "Fuck the livin' shit out of her."
Ron increased his already powerful thrusts, his ass now pumping piston-like above Beth's quivering body. She let out a shrill cry and began humping upward to meet him, making their sweaty bellies splat together lewdly.
"Yesss," she groaned. "Ohhh ... oh you wonderful stud! Slam it to meee! Ung ... uhg! Coming! I'm coming!!!"
Her vaginal muscles gripped Glen's rod with all their strength, holding to it as the walls of her cunt began dancing delightfully around Ron's plunging cock. She mashed her trembling, wet lips to her husband's willing mouth, thrusting her tongue and whimpering into his mouth as spasms racked her body. It was like none of the orgasms she'd had up to this time. They'd been highly enjoyable to her, but this one was utterly fantastic. The reality of her daydreams had come true. She had two lovers at once, and there was magic in it for her. Every nerve in her body sang out in concert this time, in a wildly vibrating crescendo. It was so erotic, so intense, so soul-satisfying!
"Jesus, baby," Glen said when she was lazing in the afterglow of her climax. "I never heard you so gushy. Was it as good as it sounded?"
"Better!" she wailed. "Ohhh ... oh, God."
"Ron," Glen said, "you big-dicked bastard. It looks like you've cut out a permanent job for yourself here. Beth is definitely going to want more of your cock."
"Much more," she sighed.
Still humping away and grinning broadly now, Ron panted, "It's fine with me. Like you said, pal, your wife's a terrific piece of ass. If it's all right with you, I'll be glad to fuck her every chance I get."
"You'll get plenty of chances," Beth breathed. "I love it. Goddamn, it gets better every time! Let's fuck all night long, till the sun comes up in the morning! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Hurry up, Ron," Glen urged. "Get your nuts off and let me have a turn with her. I'm so hot I'm getting a fuckin' stone ache."
Gritting his teeth, Ron cupped Beth's soft ass and hammered away furiously in her slippery pussy. Three times Beth and Glen thought he was about to blow his load, and three times his build-up of passion slipped away unfulfilled. Beth soon caught up with his mood, thrusting her snatch up at Ron and stroking the tensed cheeks of his laboring butt. Finally Ron let out a deep sigh and stopped all motion, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from causing Beth any discomfort.
"Did you come?" Glen asked hopefully.
"No, goddamn it, I can't make it. I just can't turn loose."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Beth offered. "Well, there is one thi--no, you wouldn't want to," Ron said.
"What is it, Ron?" Beth asked. "Tell me, honey." "It's dirty. You wouldn't want to do it, Beth." "Tell me! " she demanded. "I'll do it." "Jesus, you'll both think I'm crazy." "Nonsense," Glen said.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" Beth asked. "Is that it?"
"Would you really do that?" Ron muttered, his eyes widening.
"Of course I will, sweetheart. I'll be glad to. Is that what you want me to do?"
"Jesus, Beth, I'd love it ... but not now. What I'd really like is for you to stick your finger up my ass. You see, I'm anally ero--"
Beth's fast action stopped his words. Her hands were already on his butt when he made his request and she grinned lewdly as she quickly lubricated a forefinger in some of her own sex juice and sank it into his hot anus.
"Like that, darling?" she asked, wiggling her finger deep inside his dark tunnel. "Is this what you wanted me to do?"
"Yessss," Ron groaned. "Oh, Beth! Thank you, baby."
"Is it good, Ron? Am I doing it right?"
"Just great, honey. Now I can come. Leave your sweet finger in deep; keep wiggling it while I hump you."
Glen looked on as Ron resumed his fucking. Ron's eyes were shut, and from the blissful expression on his face, Glen could tell it wouldn't be long till he popped his nuts. Beth cooed and moaned along with Ron, keeping her finger stuck up his bouncing ass as his cock repeatedly jabbed into her honey pot with rapid-fire action. His thrusts became more rapid and shorter, and his face took on a pained expression.
"Wiggle it, baby! Wiggle it in deep!"
"Are you coming?" Beth asked, lying still now and letting Ron jerk and twitch atop her as she stirred her finger wildly inside his butt. "I feel you swelling and throbbing!"
"Yes, baby! Yes!" Ron gasped, pushing in deep and grinding his pelvis against hers.
The head of his cock was twitching against her cervix so delightfully that Beth felt another orgasm welling up inside her. "Me too, Ron! Oh, God! Me too!"
"Beth ... oh, Beth!" Ron croaked.
"Yes, darling ... yessss! I feel you! I'm coming with you! Oh, goddamn! Oh, shit! Mmmm ... SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT DEEP AND HOT!!!"
It was all Glen could do to hold back his own orgasm as Ron blew his creamy load deep into Beth's heaving belly.
Glen had to do something, and at once. With their lustful moans and cries ringing in his ears, he brought his mouth to Beth's and kissed her wetly, shutting off her heated exclamations, inhaling her gasping breath into his own chest. Her lips were cold, having given up their heat to the hairy, moist furnace between her thighs.
He'd never seen his beautiful bride so immersed in carnality, so totally lost in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Though their simultaneous orgasm lasted less than a minute, it seemed to Glen his wife and friend would go on holding each other and coming forever. His nuts were aching when Ron finally heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction and rolled off Beth's trembling body.
"Best piece of ass I ever had," Ron panted, his limber dick flopping lewdly onto his lower abdomen.
Glen looked intently at Ron's wet organ as he crawled quickly between Beth's thighs. "Goddamn, you really hosed her good," he muttered.
He shut his eyes and groaned with pleasure as he sank his throbbing prick into his wife's steaming hot cunt. She was looser than usual but still tight enough to feel snug around him. "Beth," he groaned. "What a marvelous fuck you are!"
"I'm all fuck, darling. Tonight I'm nothing but fuck. God, you feel good inside me. Get wild, Glen. I want a wild husband now. Be rough with me, honey." She grunted and squealed with delight when he began humping mercilessly. "Yessss! Oh goddamn, you lovely bastard, you! Shove it hard and deep! Mmmm! Oh, Glen! It's good, honey ... so good!"
"You're a regular little fucking machine tonight, aren't you, slut?" he asked. "Tell me you're a slut, darling. Tell me: Her arms hugged him tightly as his cock plunged frantically, the shaft sawing away at her hairy opening. She put her lips to his ear and whispered sultrily, "I'm a slut.
Your slut. Your cock-hungry little slut. I'm not only a fucking machine, I'm also a fucking machine. You know what I'm going to do, Glen?"
"What?" he panted, not bothering to open his eyes.
'I'm going to suck Ron's cock while you fuck me. I'm going to suck it up nice and hard again, so he can put it back in my pussy as soon as you come. Then I'll suck your sweet dick so you can fuck me after Ron has seconds. Jesus, I am a hot-assed little bitch, aren't I?"
"Yes," Glen panted. He opened his eyes and moved his head back to make room for Ron's penis. "Suck him a hard-on, baby. I want to see his cock in your sweet mouth."
"Ron," Beth hissed, "feed me."
This time Beth got no argument from Ron. His cock was already rearing its head when he scooted up the bed and rolled toward her waiting face.
Both men watched as Beth took Ron's slippery organ in her small hand and eagerly guided his sperm-covered glans into her mouth. Her lips nibbled around his shaft as she greedily took in more and more cock. She had over half of it in her mouth when she gagged and had to stop momentarily. She backed off less than an inch, then gobbled it in voraciously. Her lips worked fishlike around Ron's thickening shaft and her cheeks sank inward till they outlined his organ clearly. Then, maintaining her strong suction, Beth began bobbing her head back and forth and slurping loudly as she ran her tongue over the velvety head of Ron's cock again and again.
"Jesus," Ron groaned, his eyes wide as he stared at Beth's sucking lips and bobbing head.
Glen was also staring, but he was unable to speak. A guttural sound of pure lust was ripped from deep inside his throat. He dropped his face to one of Beth's hollowed cheeks and began kissing her and whimpering. His tight nuts exploded, sending a mass of hot sperm spiraling forcefully into the depths of her belly.
Beth "oohed" around the cock in her mouth. She slurped obscenely as she backed her face off it and kissed Glen with open-mouthed urgency. Both her arms encircled him, holding him to her as he shot spurt after spurt of his juice at the winking mouth of her womb. She thrust her tongue, which tasted of saliva and semen and pussy juice, deep into his whimpering mouth, moaning in concert with him as he sucked it deeper yet.
When Glen rolled weakly off his wife, she pleaded, "Now, Ron! Fuck me again, darling. Fuck me quick!"
Panting, Glen got off the bed and out of the; way. As Ron hurried to replace him atop Beth's writhing body, Glen saw the condition her sweet cunt was in. Her blonde pubic hair was lying in wet ringlets, plastered to her skin by sweat and a mixture of male and female secretions. Her clitoris stood at the top of her elliptical slit, hard and red and raw-looking from the pounding it had taken. Folding outward, more swollen than ever before, Beth's cunt lips were blood-engorged and twitching with lust. Her slick vagina couldn't harbor the two loads of sperm within it, and as she clenched her cunt muscles in anticipation of receiving Ron's dick for the second time, a mass of cum oozed from her feverish cunt and trickled down the crack of her ass.
Then Ron was between her legs, plunging his rod in to the hilt. She let out a tiny cry, throwing her legs around Ron's ass and her arms around his back. Their mouths joined in a tongue-sucking kiss as Ron began humping. Beth's ankles were locked over his butt, her heels kicking at the cheeks of his ass like spurs, driving his cock into her jerkily and rapidly as she hunched up to meet him in mid-air.
Moving one arm from Ron's back, Beth pulled her mouth from his, turned her face to the side, and beckoned Glen to come stick his half-hard organ in her mouth. She licked her puffy lips as Glen got onto the bed and into position. "God, I'm hot," she moaned. "Hurry, darling. Fuck my mouth!"
Glen pushed the slick head of his cock between her lips. She laughed crazily and began planting quick, passionate little kisses on his glans, like a mother overcome with love for her firstborn child. Her pink tongue shot out and circled his coronal ridge several times.
The bed bounced and sang as Ron screwed her hard and fast. Their pelvic mounds were slamming together so fiercely Beth was jolted about. Her head jerked up and down the pillow, and she lost contact with Glen's penis. She was grunting and mewling, trying to concentrate on both cocks but receiving so much pleasure from the one in her cunt she couldn't open her eyes to find Glen's. Her mouth open wide, she groped for his glans with ready lips, only to have the tip of his rod bump all around her mouth. It nudged her chin, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, leaving its mark each place it touched- a spot of the clear fluid seeping from the eye of Glen's dick.
Impatient with her, Glen took his wife's head in both hands and pulled her mouth over his prick. The heat surrounding his organ made him gasp. Her mouth was wet and warm and hungry. The sensual lapping of her rough tongue on the big vein running along the under surface of his cock quickly brought Glen back to full erection. Her cheeks clamped on either side of his shaft as she sucked down as if her life depended on it.
It was too good; Glen couldn't remain passive. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair on both sides of her pretty face, holding her head still. He went wild, groaning and pumping his cock erratically. In his excitement, he plunged too deep, driving the head of his rod into her throat and making her gag and choke. When he realized what he was doing to her, he backed off and let go of her hair.
Coughing and Sputtering, Beth pulled her mouth free. She gasped for breath, then smiled up at him and said, "I thought you were going to kill me, darling. Jesus, you're as hot as I am, aren't you?"
Glen dropped to his knees beside the bed, leaning over to kiss her and apologize for losing control of himself.
It's all right, honey. It's all right," she insisted, then broke into a smile as Ron asked her to stick her finger up his ass so he could come. "Give him your cock, Glen. Stick it up his ass."
Glen grinned. "I'm willing. Shit yes. How about you, Ron?"
"Jesus," he exclaimed, stopping his fucking motions. "I don't know. A finger is one thing . . . but a cock? Christ, I'm not a queer."
"You loved my finger in you, didn't you?" asked Beth.
"Goddamn right, baby! I want it again, right now."
Beth shook her head, smiling a taunting smile. "No."
"Oh, come on. You know I can't come without it!"
"Nope. No finger. You'll take Glen's dick or nothing, honey."
"Beth ..." he pleaded.
"Go on, Glen," she said. "Fuck Ron's ass. Help him come."
"I'm willing to do it, Ron," Glen said. "I've gotta put my cock in something now. Either get off Beth so I can put it in her, or stay on her and I'll screw your asshole. It's up to you, pal."
Ron made no effort to get off Beth. His indecision showed clearly on his face. Finally he said in a low voice, "All right. Try it."
Unhooking her ankles from above his ass, Beth let her legs fall to the bed. She pulled her knees between Ron's and pushed his legs apart as Glen got onto the bed and moved into position over them. The warm head of his rod gently touched Ron's anus. Ron jerked and tensed his buttocks.
"Relax, honey," Beth told him.
"It's too dry," he protested. "It's going to hurt. I know it's going to hurt."
Glen reached down to their joined genitals and scooped up some of their mixed secretions for lubrication. He wiped it over Ron's asshole, applied some of it to his cock, then nudged the resistant aperture with his glans again. "Now it'll go," he said, pushing gently but firmly into Ron's puckered brown ring.
"How does it feel, honey?" Beth asked Ron. "Jesus," he muttered. "So far, so good."
"Glen?"
"Good," he replied. "Nice and tight and hotter than hell!"
"Are you in yet?" Ron moaned.
Glen hunched, sending the head of his hard cock popping through Ron's rubbery ring. "Now I am," he sighed, sinking his cock all the way into Ron's butt as Ron squealed with a mixture of pain and delight. "Does it hurt, buddy?"
"Nngh," Ron groaned. "Yes, a little. But I think I like it. Christ, it's so much longer and fatter than a finger!"
"Fuck him, Glen! Fuck him good!" Beth urged.
Taking care not to move too roughly, Glen slowly withdrew his dick. Ron's tight quivering anus clung greedily to Glen's shaft, puckering outward and jerking along the hard column of flesh as it retreated. When only Glen's cockhead remained inside Ron's butt, he paused and asked, "Okay, Ron? Are you all right?"
"Fuck him!" Beth yelled.
Ron's voice was even more broken and excited than Beth's as he wailed, "Oh, God, am I ever all right! It's the greatest thing I've ever felt. Go ahead, Glen, fuck me!"
All three of them were moaning and shouting obscenities as Glen hunched furiously at Ron, driving his cock deep and hard. Beth, her voice shrill with lust, shouted out her orgasm, which triggered Ron's, whose gripping, winking asshole sucked the cum right up from Glen's balls and vacuumed it deep into his spasming bowels.
CHAPTER THREE
Ron didn't go home that night He slept with Glen and Beth, all three of them huddled together in the same bed. Beth slept in the middle of course, with Ron snuggled against her on one side and her husband on the other. It was a tangle of arms and legs but none of them minded, because of their physical exhaustion. Beth slept with an arm around each of her men and a thigh thrown over their legs. The alarm was left unset; the next day was Saturday and neither Glen nor Ron had to work.
It was about nine when Beth awoke the next morning. She felt utterly at peace with the world, soul-satisfied and happy. For several moments she lay smiling to herself, content to lie snug and warm between her husband and her lover, who hadn't bothered to cover themselves during the night She turned her head to look at Ron. His beard stubble was blacker and thicker than Glen's. She kissed his chin lightly, her lips grazing his stiff, scratchy whiskers. He stirred but didn't wake. She smiled lovingly and turned to look at Glen. He was lower in the bed, so she kissed him on the forehead and whispered, "I love you so much."
Fully awake, she laid her head back on the pillow, reluctant to leave her cherished spot. At that moment, she considered herself the luckiest woman alive. She decided she loved Ron, too, though not as deeply as she loved Glen. She thought her husband had been wonderful in agreeing to let her have Ron. How many men, she wondered, were understanding enough to allow their wives a lover, even if the man she wanted was his best friend? Not many, she guessed. Glen was really something special, but of course she'd known that when she married him.
Her breast swelling with love, she raised her head and looked down at their penises. How different their organs were this morning, so shrunken and complacent-looking, nothing at all like the fierce, hard spears which had given her such fantastic joy just hours before. The dear sweet things deserved kisses of thanks.
Moving quietly, Beth turned onto her stomach and scooted down the bed. She didn't want to wake the boys yet. Kneeling, she moved her face over Glen's loins. Only her pursed lips touched his purplish glans. It was a silent kiss, full of loving tenderness. Then, moving to Ron, she kissed the head of his dick in the same sweet manner.
Neither of the boys moved. She kissed each of them again, this time teasing the tiny mouths at the tops of their organs with the tip of her tongue. Still they slept, but their cocks began to wake up and a smile formed on each of their sleeping faces. Unable to resist, she kept moving from one prick to the other, planting kisses on the swelling cockheads, licking the shafts, charming the snakelike darlings higher and higher into the air.
Glen woke up first, grinned down at her and blew her a kiss. She responded by opening her mouth wide and looking up lovingly into his eyes as she sank her warm mouth down over his erect prick. Then, cupping Glen's balls, she moved back to Ron. She had more than half of his stiff pole in her mouth when he opened his eyes and greeted the new day with a blissful sigh.
"What a glorious way to be awakened," Ron murmured.
Glen, his voice full of warmth, said, "Isn't it, though? This is as new to me as it is to you, Ron. What are you doing, Beth honey, having your breakfast?"
Beth intentionally made a loud slurp when she lazily pulled her suctioning mouth from Ron's organ. She grinned up at them. "I need some cream for our coffee. I'm milking."
They laughed. Glen said he'd rather not have male cream in his coffee, and Ron agreed with him.
"Then you'll have to do your own milking," Beth said, scooting toward their heads. She turned around and put a knee on the far side of each of their heads, pulling their faces close together under her loins. "Get the idea, lovers?" she asked.
Not waiting for an answer, she swung her head over Glen's body and hotly took his cock into her mouth. The boys got the idea. A mouth claimed her cunt. Still sucking on her husband's dick, she bent her head to look at her genitals. It was Glen, the darling, with his lips pressed nice and tight to her pussy and his tongue slipping into her sleep-warm vagina. His whiskers tickled the inner slopes of her soft thighs. He kept his mouth at her cunt as long as she sucked his rod. Then, when she left Glen and took Ron's prick into her mouth, Glen relinquished his milking rights to Ron, who immediately pressed his bristly face into her crotch and sucked harshly at the hardening clitoris. They kept it up, switching back and forth, till each of the cocks gave forth a load of cream and her pussy was dripping copiously into their greedy mouths.
Beth swung around and lay back down between them. She kissed them both wetly and hugged them to her happy body. "What a beautiful way to start the day," she sighed. "Anyone for fucking?"
They declined good-naturedly, then all three went into the bathroom for a togetherness shower. Later, at brunch, while Beth was serving naked except for her high-heeled house slippers (she always wore high heels now, because (Glen said they made her lovely legs look even prettier) she suggested Ron move in with them. Glen, greatly pleased at Beth's bubbling happiness, added his second to the invitation. Ron said he'd be only too happy to accept, provided he be allowed to pay his share of the expenses.
It turned out to be an idyllic arrangement. Beth kept house for her husband and lover, while they both went off to work each weekday. The weekends were heaven. With two incomes they could afford to go somewhere every weekend. They deep-sea fished, swam in Lake County, gambled in Reno, skied in the mountains, lazed on the beach at Carmel, hiked and picnicked on Mount Tamalpais, and drove through the Redwoods, returning to their apartment in San Francisco on Sunday nights tired but sublimely happy.
There was no jealousy, but at first Ron had feared he was homosexually inclined because he liked having Glen's cock up his ass. One night while all three of them were burning with lust, Beth persuaded Glen to let Ron screw his butt. Neither of the boys thought much of that coupling and never desired it again, but Ron still loved being sodomized by Glen. Another time, Beth persuaded Glen and Ron (again while they were at a fever pitch) to sixty-nine each other while she watched. She enjoyed it much more than cither of them did, and, much to her disappointment, she could never get them to suck each other off after that time. Their attempts at homo-eroticism served her primary purpose for pushing them into it, though, and neither Ron nor Glen ever again worried about turning queer.
The only thing which marred their troilistic pleasure was Ron's mother. Her asthma seemed to be getting worse and worse since he'd left her living alone in the house he'd been raised in. Ron visited her frequently, returning to their bed each time feeling guilty. Beth gave him plenty of loving and sex after each of his visits to his mother, and it always snapped him out of his depressed mood.
Beth knew she was the happiest girl alive; she simply had to be, for her heart would have burst had she been any happier. Of one thing she was sure: she got more sex than any two brides ever got, and she thrived on it. She'd liked to fuck before Ron moved in with her and Glen, now she adored it. It seemed to her the most natural thing in the world to have two lovers every night. Even when she was menstruating, one or the other of the boys would want her, and the other would get worked up watching them make love and join in. There were never any cramps with her periods now, for she had too many tension-releasing orgasms before and during her flow. Her body was thrilled by at least two orgasms a night, usually more. The shrewish wives on TV mystified her completely. She couldn't understand why they acted that way, as she sat on the couch in the living room or lay in bed between her two lovers, fondling them both from time to time during the early evening hours, preparing them for action when they went to bed for the night.
Beth was excited about marrying Ron, too (secretly, in Mexico), for they'd all agreed their arrangement should be a permanent one. No married couple, Glen said as enthusiastically as Ron and she, had things as good as they did, nor was happier in any way. Love passed freely between them. They considered each other wonderful company. Beth bought a new blue outfit for the wedding on a Monday. The following Saturday they were to drove down to Mexico, where she would marry Ron.
Glen was to be their best man, and he was so pleased about it he bought himself a new suit for the occasion and one for Ron, as well. Ron was so moved tears misted his eyes, and he saved himself from the embarrassment of weeping by hugging Glen and offering profuse thanks.
Late Friday night, after being gone twice as long to visit his mother as he usually was, Ron came back to their apartment dejected and miserable. "Mother has to move to Tucson," he said. "Her doctor thinks the climate will be better for her asthma."
It was all he had to say. Beth knew the wedding was off, and their living together, too. She broke into tears as he silently packed his things. The old lady's umbilical cord was choking Ron to death, but he had to go with her. As an only child whose father had died before he could remember, he was tied to her with unseen bonds stronger than steel.
Both Glen and Beth were lost after Ron left. Nothing seemed the same without him. They both felt a sense of loss, an unexplainable emptiness. Dullness settled over them. They talked less and less. Each assured the other their sex life was totally satisfying, but each secretly knew the other was lying too.
CHAPTER FOUR
One Sunday afternoon at Stinson Beach, while Glen and Beth were lazing in the sun and listening to the ocean, a young couple (who would soon more than fill the void Ron had left in their sex life) spread their blanket next to the Fosters'. Glen was lying on his stomach when they approached, his eyes closed, the side of his head resting on the warm blanket, his arms cradling his head. Beth was sitting beside him, with monstrous round sunglasses shading her eyes, applying sun tan lotion to her shapely calves and feet. She noticed the couple stop just a few feet away and spread their blanket on the sand.
They were both tall. The man (about Glen's age, she guessed) was muscular like a body builder, and the girl, also about Glen's age, was slender and supple-looking. Both wore street clothing, but not for long. She watched them undress. The girl had a yellow bikini under her dress and the man wore very snug, brief men's swim trunks. Both had deep tans. Beth envied them because she'd never been able to take a decent tan. The girl was a brunette, her hair short-cropped but feminine. The man's hair was nearly as long as the girl's, a sandy leonine mane framing his rugged facial features. His face looked every bit as handsome and masculine to Beth as his rippling chest and stomach muscles. His biceps were as thick as the girl's graceful thighs.
The girl settled on the blanket and fished a bottle of lotion from her beach bag. The man, still standing, said, "Come on, Jen. Let's take a dip before you get too relaxed and lazy."
"I already am," she said, smiling as she uncapped the bottle and held it out to him. "Fix me before you run off, Walt."
He took the bottle from her, kneeling as she lay down and turned onto her stomach. Swinging a leg over her body, he sat on her butt and spread lotion over her tanned back. She reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini so he could rub in the lotion unhampered. Beth watched as his hands worked expertly on her back. The muscles in his arms danced as he massaged the brunette's back with long, smooth rubbing motions. The girl seemed to melt, sighing and letting his hands knead her flesh.
When he'd finished, Walt capped the bottle and dropped it beside Jen as he got up. "You can do the front," he said.
"All right. Tie me."
He laughed, starting to walk away.
"Walt?" she called.
He merely laughed louder and kept walking toward the ocean.
"Damn you!" she yelled after him.
Beth sat still for a moment, watching Jen fumble with the straps of her bikini, trying to tie them into a knot. She was having so much trouble Beth took pity on her, got up and went to help her. She stopped beside their blanket. "I'll do that for you, if you like."
Jen's head snapped around. She smiled. "Thanks, honey."
Beth dropped to her knees beside Jen and quickly tied the straps. "How's that?" she asked.
Jen worked her shoulders. "Fine, thanks. That bastard is always doing something like that to me. Did you see what he did?"
"I saw," Beth smiled. "It was kind of funny, you know."
Jen laughed. "Yeah. I guess so. It's his way of paying me back for not going swimming with him, I suppose. He's a physical culture nut, always swimming or lifting weights or jogging."
"Looks like it agrees with him," Beth said, looking toward the water, where Walt was whooping and splashing.
Jen, reaching into her beach bag for cigarettes and matches, paused to look closely at Beth's face. She smiled to herself as she got them out. "Sit down. Have a smoke with me."
Beth sat down on he blanket and accepted the proffered cigarette and light. She saw Walt's head top a wave as he swam out. She noticed Jen looking at her and smiling. Jen wore a plain gold band.
"Your husband's sure got lots of muscles," Beth remarked.
"You like that, huh?"
Beth blushed. "You've got a nice shape too. Do you exercise a lot?"
"Not when I can get out of it," Jen said. "Do you?"
"Sit-ups is all," Beth said, patting her flat belly.
Jen reached over and squeezed the all-but-nonexistent fatty tissue at Beth's side, nodding appreciatively. She let go, and looked at Beth's large, high-standing tits, she said, "Nice ... very nice. My name's Jennifer. What's yours?"
Something about Jen's touch and the look in her eyes made Beth's loins quiver. "Beth," she said simply.
"Beth. That's nice. So warm and feminine and soft-sounding. It fits you."
Beth looked away from her twinkling eyes. "I guess I'd better get back before Glen thinks I've deserted him, Jennifer."
"Call me Jen. What's your hurry? He hasn't moved. Do you need some lotion? I'll do your back if you'll do my front. I hate to rub myself in public. It makes me feel so narcissistic."
"Well ... it has been a while since Glen did my back. Maybe it wouldn't hurt. I burn awfully easy."
"I can imagine, with that delicate complexion," Jen said, her smile broader now, "Lie down, honey. I'll do you first."
Beth lay down on her stomach, resting on her elbows so she could finish smoking her cigarette. She saw Jen's hand stick her cigarette into the sane, then felt cool lotion being poured over her back. Her suit was a two-piece, though not a bikini like Jen's. She started to object when Jen unhooked her lop, but instead she dropped to the blanket so no one could see her tits. Reaching out to push her cigarette into the sand, she felt Jen's slender fingers and soft palms begin to rub in the lotion. She stuck her cigarette into the sand and cradled her face with her arms.
It was nice, relaxing. Jen rubbed firmly, as Walt had done to her, rolling and stretching the muscles in Beth's back.
"Do you like that, Beth?" "Mmm-hmm."
Jen laughed and swung over her, sitting on Beth's butt as she massaged her back even more delightfully. Beth thought it all a bit too intimate, but it felt so nice she said nothing. The warm sun beating down, the sound of breaking waves in the distance, Jen's lovely hands working sensually at her back, all set her to daydreaming about the pretty brunette.
She recalled her face, her smile, her full lips curving over straight white teeth. People straight, not dentist straight. What would it be like to kiss her? Beth shivered at the thought. It was not an entirely new thought to her. Ever since Glen and Ron had sex with each other, she'd been wondering how she would react with another girl. And unless she missed her guess, Jen was thinking similar thoughts. The way her hands worked lovingly over Beth's back was too sensual for Jen to be concerned only with rubbing in lotion.
Beth felt a coil unwind deep inside her. "Mmm," she sighed again. "That's so relaxing you're putting me to sleep."
"Am I, Beth? Is that what I'm doing?" Jen asked in a throaty voice.
Then her hands were working up and down Beth's sides, the tips of her long fingers brushing the mashed-out portions of her tits. Beth lay deathly still. The beach sounds were all that kept her from telling Jen what she was really doing to her. She thought Jen knew. She hoped she did, but she couldn't be sure. The rubbing stopped. Jen was hooking her top back together, getting off her.
"The backs of your thighs are a little red. Shall I put lotion on them, too?"
"Yes," Beth said, almost too eagerly. Then she added hastily, "If they need it."
Jen laughed a delighted little laugh. "Oh, I think they do need it. Open wide, honey, so I can get between them and do them both at the same time."
Beth opened her legs and Jen knelt between her knees. A stream of cool lotion ran up the back of one thigh and down the other. Beth felt a shiver course through her.
"You're not cold, are you?"
"No," Beth said. "A cat must have walked over my grave."
There was no comment from Jen as her hands moved onto Beth's thighs, fanning from side to side, smearing the lotion over her smooth skin. Jen's palms slid higher and higher till her thumbs touched lightly and quickly at Beth's crotch. As suddenly, they were down her thighs now, kneading and stroking firmly, clear down to the backs of her knees. Back up now, still working deeply and firmly. At the top again, Beth's buttocks jiggling, Jen's thumbs pressing into her crotch more deliberately this time. Beth held her breath. It still might have been only an accident.
Both of Jen's hands were on Beth's left thigh now, one on the outside and one inside, starting at her knee, moving upward, working as a team. As fingertips came nearer her crotch, Beth again held her breath, hoping, wanting to express her hope. She wasn't disappointed this time. There was no doubt. The fingertips touched her intimately, pressed, rubbed over her asshole and cunt through her bathing suit. Jen was doing it on purpose! Then the lovely fingertips were gone, the hands working back down the same thigh they'd come up. Beth let out her breath.
Still Jen said nothing. Beth felt the hands move to her right thigh and start at the knee again, both of them moving up toward her body. Breathing shallowly, lying still and expectant, Beth waited. Nearer and nearer came Jen's fingertips. The closer they came, the more Beth's heart pounded. Jen's fingers were firm and purposeful against the inside of her thigh this time. One of the digits slipped under the crotchband of Beth's suit, flicked her clitoris once, twice, then sank into her cunt up to the second knuckle.
Beth groaned. Then the finger was gone and Jen was lying down beside her, smiling.
"Want another cigarette before you put the lotion on me, honey?"
"I think I need one," Beth said, looking questioningly into Jen's smiling face. "I must have been hallucinating just now."
"Oh? Pleasant or scary?" "Do I look scared?" "Huh-uh. You look juicy." "I am."
"You go around saying things like that, you're likely to get eaten up."
"I wouldn't mind," Beth smiled.
Jen looked directly into her eyes. "You little doll, you!"
Beth watched as Jen elbowed up, put two cigarettes between her lips and lit them both. Beth reached out and took one from her lips, bringing it to her mouth for a deep drag. She exhaled with a sigh, looking up at a drifting white cloud.
"Beth?"
It was Glen, sitting up and looking around for her.
"Don't you dare leave without giving me your phone number," Jen said.
When Beth gave it to her, she wrote it on the inside of her match book cover.
"Oh, there you are," Glen said when Beth stood up. He'd been looking everywhere except on the nearby blankets for her. "Are you about ready to go home, baby?"
She hadn't moved away from Jen's blanket. "Not yet, Glen. It's still early."
"You know how easily you burn."
"I just got a new coat of lotion. I've made a new friend, too. I want to talk to her a while longer."
Glen grinned and nodded to Jen, who coolly appraised him from head to foot before she smiled back at him. Glen said, "Well, in that case I'll lake a last dip. Want to come?"
Beth shook her head, and Glen trotted off toward the water as she sat down again.
"You've got a nice-looking husband," Jen said, watching Glen till he went into the water. "I could go for him."
Beth laughed. "From the way he was looking at you, I'd say he might like that."
Jen looked surprised. "You wouldn't mind?"
"I wouldn't mind," Beth said. She didn't tell Jen about Ron, but she was thinking about those wonderful three-way sex sessions. "Maybe you could visit us some night, Jen."
"You and Glen? Both of you?"
"It might be fun."
Jen laughed heartily.
"Did I saw something funny?"
"No, baby. Of course not. You're not as naive as I thought you might be-because of your age, you understand. That's what I was laughing at. My underestimating you." Beth told her about Ron then, partly because she wanted Jen to think she was sophisticated and partly because she'd never told anyone about it and felt a sudden need to. Jen smiled through it all and said how delightful she thought their arrangement had been.
"It's too bad he had to move away," Jen said.
"Yes. Things haven't been the same since. Glen and I both miss him. Three in a bed is so much nicer than just two."
"Four is even better," Jen said, a knowing smile coming over her pretty face. "Would it be all right if I bring my husband when I come to your place?"
Beth was delighted. "Mmm-hmm! I'd love to touch all those muscles! Do you think he'd go for it? Glen would, I'm sure."
"Glen would what, you're sure?" Glen asked, dripping water as he came to stand beside the blanket, looking at the girls as he beat his head with the heel of one hand to get the water out of his ear.
"Glen! Sit down with us, honey," Beth said.
He sat on the blanket at her invitation. Walt was still swimming unseen somewhere.
"Isn't she pretty, Glen?" Beth asked.
He threw Beth a puzzled glance. "Yes, she is. Damned pretty. Why do you ask?"
Beth grinned. "I just wanted to know if Jen appealed to you before I asked you if you'd like to screw her."
"Huh?"
The girls laughed. Jen said, "You heard right. Beth and I have been cooking up a little swap. You get me and she gets my husband. Just for fun and games, of course, not permanently."
Their bluntness had a momentarily stunning effect on Glen. He glanced from Beth to Jen, searching their faces to determine if they were joking. He decided they weren't. Jen's warm hand stroking his thigh soon put him at ease. When she asked him to apply lotion to her legs and the front of her body, he did it gladly. He was working happily on her thighs when he noticed a big Tarzan-type guy standing off a few feet with a puzzled expression on his face and his hands on his hips. Staring incredulously at muscles on top of muscles, slender Glen quit rubbing lotion over Jen's warm, tanned skin and, mouth agape, watched Walt approach.
"Would somebody tell me just what the hell's going on here?" Walt demanded. 'That's my wife you're feeling up, pal."
"Walt!" Jen exclaimed with joyous surprise. "Sit down, honey. How was your swim?"
Walt took a towel and began rubbing himself dry, standing beside the blanket and looking at Beth more than Glen or his wife. "Swell," he said. "Nothing like a vigorous swim to set your blood in motion. I feel like a million."
"Shake hands with Glen and Beth," she said. Turning to the Fosters, she added, 'This is my husband, Walt."
"Mmm. All those muscles," Beth sighed, smiling warmly at Walt as they shook hands.
"She's got a thing for your muscles, honey," Jen said. "I told her she could feel them tonight, including your best one."
Walt grinned from ear to ear. "Hell yes. It's okay by me.
"We're going to swap," Jen smiled dreamily. "I get to feel Glen's muscle."
Walt took Glen's hand and pumped it warmly. "Glad to know you, Walt," Glen said, relaxing now that Walt was smiling instead of frowning.
"Yeah. Likewise," Walt said. Then he grinned good-naturedly and said in a teasing tone, "I hope you've been eating your Wheaties, Glen. You've got quite a job ahead of you. Jen's an insatiable little cunt."
Jen laughed. "Don't be so smug, big boy. You may have just met your match. Innocent-looking little Beth has been taking care of two guys for the past several months, her husband and their friend, sleeping with both of them every night. I'd say her appetite is pretty damned healthy."
All the details were worked out over the next fifteen amiable minutes. They left the beach holding hands, Beth with Walt and Jen with Glen. The trip back over the mountain and on to San Francisco seemed to Beth as if it would take forever. She rode with Walt, sitting close to him and running her hands over his muscular body as he drove, getting hotter and hotter. Whenever they moved up close behind the Fosters, car, Beth could see Jen snuggled up to Glen, kissing his neck and ear. From the angle of Jen's position, Beth guessed she was fondling Glen's genitals, too. Walt's erect penis felt wonderful. She rubbed it through his swim trunks, wanting to reach inside and feel it more intimately, but not daring for fear he would get too excited and run off the road.
During the drive she learned this was nothing new for Walt and Jen. Walt said they'd been swapping for more than a year. The idea excited her tremendously. She urged him to go on talking about the things he and Jen had done. The orgies he described made her tremble with wantonness-especially the one at which a young wife had been tied to a bed and screwed in turn by every man present as the others looked on and drank highballs. Beth closed her eyes and fantasized herself as that girl, helpless, forced to submit to man after man for the other guests' voyeuristic pleasure. It sounded so erotic, so utterly depraved and delightful. Just thinking about it happening to her nearly brought her to orgasm.
Glen and Jen were getting out of the Fosters' car when Walt pulled to a stop behind it. The Fosters' apartment had been agreed on because it was closer, just off the Golden Gate bridge approach in the Marina district, near the Presidio. Wearing beach robes and carrying their clothes, the excited foursome entered the building and went chatting up the one flight of stairs and down the hall to Glen and Beth's apartment. Inside, relishing their first moment of real privacy, Jen pressed her slender body hotly to Glen, kissing him with open-mouthed urgency.
"They make a damned nice-looking couple, don't they?" Walt commented, leaning against the door and watching Glen fondle his wife's buttocks.
Beth pressed close to him, sensually rubbing her pelvis from side to side and flattening her large tits against his muscular chest. "We do too, lover. Kiss me."
Beth nearly creamed as Walt slowly wrapped his powerful arms around her and gently hugged her to him. His lips were soft on hers, almost as if he was holding back for fear of hurting her. She groaned and roughly pressed her mouth to his. That was all he was waiting for. She could feel the muscles in his arms grow hard as he squeezed her hungrily and held her tight. The tip of his tongue entered her mouth. She sighed, claiming it at once, sucking it deeper inside as she licked at it.
"Come on. Let's go to bed," Jen said.
CHAPTER FIVE
Beth led the way to the bedroom. She appeared slightly embarrassed at the sight of her unmade bed. The covers were thrown back, just as they'd been when she and Glen got up shortly before ten that morning. "I'm always lazy on Sunday," she said lamely to Jen.
Jen smiled. "Don't apologize, baby. Who the hell makes beds on Sunday? Not me, I can assure you."
Jen's remark made Beth feel better. At least the sheets and pillow cases were clean and white. She gathered the top sheet and bedspread in her arms, taking them off the bed completely. Not bothering to fold them, she walked to the chest of drawers and dumped them on it.
The others were stripping when she turned back toward them. Jen's bikini top was gone. Her tits were small but lovely, standing high and proud, unbelievably white against the deep tan of her body. Her nipples were dark brown, soft-looking except for the hard points at their tips. Shrugging out of her beach robe, Beth watched Jen's bikini bottom fall silently to the floor. Her ass was creamy white too, like her tits, almost boyish in shape. Beth smiled as she noticed Glen looking at Jen's butt. She knew what he was thinking.
Then Walt stretched out lazily on the bed and she couldn't tear her eyes off him for a second. He was beautiful, simply beautiful. Adonis reincarnated. Every muscle was in perfect proportion. He lay back smiling, his arms folded behind his head, his cock standing hard and proud above the white streak across his loins. Walt had no hair at all on his body except his pubic hair, which obviously had been trimmed. Beth and Glen later learned he was a male model and earned his living by posing for magazine pictures and photography and art classes.
Jen and Glen, now naked, got on the bed beside Walt. Jen eagerly flopped onto her back, spreading her legs wide and holding her arms open to Glen. As Beth pushed her tight swim suit pants down her full hips, Glen crawled between Jen's knees, holding his hard cock.
Before Glen could penetrate her, Walt sat up and put his hand on Glen's chest, holding him back. "Jen's always a bit dry at first," he explained. "I'll get her ready for you."
With that, he dropped his face between her thighs and began kissing and licking her pussy. Jen held his head, running her long fingers through his hair and smiling up serenely. "I'm not all that dry," she told Glen and Beth. "Walt just loves to kiss my box right before another man screws me."
Judging by the fervent smacks and slurps Walt was making, they could tell Jen knew what she was talking about. Glen and Beth had never seen such abandoned sucking and tonguing. They looked at each other as Beth climbed onto the bed. Then, surprising them both, Walt pulled his face from his wife's cunt and quickly took Glen's dick inside his wet mouth, lie bobbed his head back and forth several times, then backed away and breathed, "Now, Glen. Fuck her, man. Ram it to her!"
Glen descended on Jen, her hand gripping his spit-slick cock and guiding it to her hairy snatch. With one swift stroke his tool entered her completely as both of them moaned with pleasure.
Walt turned to Beth, pulling her down beside him and taking her in his arms. "What's the matter, baby?" he asked, noticing the odd expression on her pretty face.
The bed was shaking now. Glen was going at Jen like he hadn't had a piece of ass in months. His butt rose and fell above her, driving his rod deep into her belly and pulling out almost all the way with every long thrust.
"It surprised me, the way you sucked them both," Beth said, looking past Walt to watch her husband fucking away at the panting Jen.
Walt grinned. "It didn't shock you out of the mood, I hope."
Just then Jen reached over with a trembling hand to caress both Walt and Beth. She said, "God, Glen's got a nice cock! Is he always this frantic, Beth? Jesus!" Then, without waiting for an answer, she threw her arms and legs around Glen and began hunching with him, holding to him, giving him her undivided attention.
"No," Beth replied to Walt, "it didn't shock me. I thought it was a lovely thing to do, kissing them both before they started screwing. It looked like some kind of ceremony, almost a religious thing."
Walt looked immensely pleased with Beth. "Do you want me to kiss you like I did Jen?"
"Mmmm, later," Beth sighed. "Right now I want to explore you. Lie back, darling, and let me feel all your beautiful muscles."
Walt looked even more pleased. He lay back with his hands locked under his head, smiling a self-satisfied smile as Beth came to her knees beside him. Her hands stroked his arms and chest lovingly, her fingers lightly massaging his muscles as she sighed again and again. Experiencing his fabulous body with her hands wasn't enough. She began kissing his neck, moving down his body, experiencing him with both her hands and her mouth. His skin was warm and tasted of salt and sweat.
He was such a magnificent animal! His taste and smell were maddening to Beth. She couldn't resist the urge to lick him. Her tongue shot out and lapped catlike at his chest. She took each of his tiny soft nipples into her mouth and sucked them in turn. The way Walt squirmed and sighed delighted her, made her want to lick him all over, taste him till she'd given him a complete tongue bath.
When she left his chest, his skin shone with a coating of her saliva. She looked up at his enraptured face as she slid lower on his body, licking the rippling muscles of his abdomen. It was enchanting. She'd never seen such a hard flat belly as Walt's. Between licks she said, "My lord! You're so gorgeous I want to eat you up! You must exercise a helluva lot!"
"Four hours every other day," he said. "With weights."
Beth cupped his warm hairy nuts in one hand and his hard dick in the other, her tickling tongue dancing around the trimmed edge of his crisp triangle. "I'd love to watch you someday. May I? I promise not to bother you."
"I work out at a small physical culture studio," he said, pulling up his head to look down at her face.
Her tongue darted into his curly sex hair, whipping it about and leaving tiny droplets of her saliva glistening here and there.
"A bunch of guys are always there," he continued. "I doubt if you'd enjoy the atmosphere. It smells of sweat and jock straps."
Beth palmed his balls to the side and stuck her face into his crotch. She breathed in deeply. "Mmm ... like you smell here? Is that what the place smells like?"
"Yeah," he said, chuckling. "Only more so. It gets pretty rank at times."
She inhaled his masculine aroma again, then sighed, "It sounds like a heavenly place. I can hardly wait. When may I visit you there?"
"Tomorrow," he grinned.
Beth's tongue flashed out and licked along the crevice where his thigh joined his body. "You'll have to pick me up," she said. "Glen drives our car to work."
"I'll pick you up," he promised. "About ten in the morning."
"I'll be ready, darling," she said, then kissed his balls passionately, taking them into her mouth and sucking them as she inhaled his wonderful odor again and again.
Walt groaned and told her how sweet and hot her mouth was. Beth let his balls jerk from her puffy lips, then licked joyously up his shaft till the tip of her tongue was lapping at his cock's weeping eye. The liquid seeped over her taste buds and she was slightly disappointed. She'd expected his juice to taste much more heady than it did, but Walt's lubricating fluid tasted exactly the same as Glen's and Ron's. She left his dick and licked her way down his thighs.
"Roll over," she hissed, stopping at his knees and urging him onto his stomach with her small but sure hands.
Instantly Walt flopped over. Beth dropped her head and wetly kissed the bends of his knees, then started licking upward on the backs of his thighs. She was rubbing the cheeks of his ass with her hands long before her face got there. Panting with lust, she ran her tongue into each of the twin creases at the junctures of his thighs and buttocks, then she rapidly pecked kisses over both cheeks of his tensed ass.
'"Glen! Oh, Glen!" Jen cried, rushing into orgasm as Glen kept right on pounding away in her slippery cunt. "I'm gonna come! Oh, baby, baby! Mmmm ... NOW! DAMN! OH, GODDAMN!!!!"
Her raspy voice and fluttering cunt caused Glen to lose control. Her mouth was pressed to his ear. She cursed like a sailor, ran her tongue into his ear, and cursed some more, trembling beneath him all the while and raking her sharp fingernails over his back. His eyes grew slitted and wild. His face screwed up with the sweet torture of onrushing orgasm. He grunted and panted, shoving his cock all the way into Jen's squirming body and harshly grinding his pelvis on hers.
"Come, baby," Jen gasped. "Come!"
"Look at 'em, Beth," Walt hissed. "Jesus, look at 'em!"
Beth was looking at them, resting her cheek on the nearer side of Walt's ass and nuzzling his wet butt as she gawked wide-eyed at her husband and his wife, who were coming simultaneously. Jen's legs were up, her ankles locked over Glen's quivering ass. Beth could see his nuts drawing up tight against his body. The base of his organ was twitching rhythmically and she knew he was squirting into Jan even before the wildly gyrating brunette yelled shrilly, "Yes, baby! Oh, yes! Shoot it ... shoot it ... shoot it!!!!"
Beth watched a split-second longer, just long enough to see Walt reach over and put his hand on Glen's butt, then squeeze and pat it affectionately. Then, lust raging within her, Beth stuck her fingers between the hot cheeks of Walt's ass and pulled them apart. She thrust her face in and began licking wildly up and down the crack of his ass, letting the tip of her tongue jab part way up his asshole, breathing hard and deep, inhaling his strongest aroma like it was the most exciting of all scents--which it was to Beth at that feverish moment. She felt like a bitch in heat. Watching her husband climax with another woman had affected her tremendously, and the new joy she found in Walt's taste and scent made her mind reel.
She could stand it no longer. Jerking her face from the warm crevice between Walt's musky buttocks, she gasped, "Roll over!"
As Walt rolled over, Beth could see Glen and Jen staring at her. She knew they'd seen what she was doing, but she couldn't have cared less at that moment. Jen was smiling pleasantly and Glen looked dumbfounded at seeing his wife hotly tonguing another man's asshole, since she'd never done it for him. But Beth couldn't be bothered with what either of them thought, not now. She had to have cock now, Walt's cock, hot and hard and throbbing.
When Walt settled on his back, Beth grabbed his organ and straddled his loins. "God, I'm hot! I've never been so hot!" she wailed, fitting her swollen cunt lips over the purplish knob of Walt's stiff dick.
She sucked in her breath, holding his shaft and looking down as she wiggled her snatch over his cockhead and watched it enter her slippery pussy. Then she let go his shaft, putting her open hands on his chest. Bracing herself, she sank down, quickly taking the full length of his rod inside her. She heaved a deep sigh, shut her eyes and bit her lower lip as she savored the feel of his hard fat cock rushing up her vagina into the depths of her belly. Her cunt lips snuggled around the hairy base of Walt's prick. She left her eyes closed, mewling as she rocked back and forth, making the velvety head of his dick nudge her sensitive cervix delightfully. Walt's organ was fat but not particularly long; however, because of the way she was sitting on him, her vagina was shortened and he filled her deliciously from vulva to womb.
Beth whimpered. "God, that feels good! So good!"
"Go, baby, go," Glen encouraged. "Ride him!"
Beth began to slide her tight cunt up and down Walt's thick pole, her big tits flopping freely as she hunched. "Oh, Glen, aren't you glad we found Walt and Jen?" she asked.
"You bet, honey," he quickly agreed. "Buck on that horn. Let's see how fast you can go!"
Little by little Beth increased her tempo. Soon her cunt was flying up and down Walt's slick organ. The bed sang and creaked under the strain, threatening to give way at any second. Beth seemed lost in her moment of bliss. Her tits swung about loosely, flopping happily as her midsection became covered with sweat. Her strong abdominal muscles could be seen contracting and relaxing in rapid-fire flutters beneath her damp skin. Her hips not only jerked up and down at a fantastic clip, they also swiveled around and around in a tight little circle, bending Walt's stiff dick inside her and heightening the pleasure for both of them.
"Good God, baby!" Walt groaned, rolling his head around as Beth's hungry cunt sucked his dick. "What a great fuck you are!"
"I love to fuck," she yelled. "Jesus, I hope I die with a cock in me-fucked to death! It gets better and better every time! Oh, sweet shit ... if it gets any better than it is right now, I'll faint dead away!"
"How good is it, darling?" Glen asked excitedly. "How good?"
"Oh, Glen ... you sweet bastard ... the best ever, honey! I'm about to come ... I feel it starting. Oh, shit ... I'm gonna blow up ... just like a fuckin' bomb! Catch the pieces, darling ... scrape me off the walls and put me back together ... please!"
Beth's face puckered up as if she were going to cry. Her pelvic movements slowed till she was rising determinedly clear to the top of Walt's dick, then lowering her cunt on it again till her hairy mound was pressing firmly against his. Little sobs escaped her mouth, and her breathing was deep and hoarse.
It was the slowest, most sensual fucking Glen had ever seen. His mouth agape, he stared hotly at their loins, watching his wife's cunt slide smoothly and rhythmically up and down Walt's fat rod. Jen was looking on with amusement, her attention divided between the cunt-cock action and Glen's complete absorption in it.
"Oh, God!" Beth gasped, stopping her pistoning motions as a mighty tremor possessed her body. "I'm exploding! Boom, boom, boom...."
Beth whimpered pitifully, her ass jerking in a sudden flurry of movement. Then, her hands making tight fists, she fell forward and began sobbing brokenly. Her toes curled under against the soles of her feet. A series of ecstatic shudders swept over her and her asshole winked in tune to the spasms racking her body.
"Boom, boom, boom," she sobbed again, in time to the convulsive cadence within her. The strong walls of her cunt gripped Walt's hard dick tightly each time she sobbed "boom."
Completely wrung out when her climax subsided, Beth lay weakly atop Walt, panting for breath. A lovely afterglow shone on her beautiful face. Moist and puffy, her full lips were turned up in a contented smile. Her eyes were open but unseeing, also smiling dreamily. "I love to fuck," she said in a throaty whisper.
"Goddamned if I don't believe it," Jen said. "Wow, baby! When you come, you come all over. It's beautiful to see and hear!"
"You're not through yet, Beth," Walt objected. "Shake that sweet ass, baby. Get on with it."
Beth sighed lazily. "I can't move right now, darling. You'll have to wait a minute or turn me over and do the work yourself."
Walt grinned. "Well, I can't wait, so brace yourself."
Cupping the cheeks of her soft ass to hold her to him, Walt rolled over, bringing Beth to her back with him atop her. He put a hand on either side of her shoulders, holding his chest above her, in a stiff-armed position. Using only the well-trained muscles in his back and buttocks and stomach, he stroked his dick back and forth in her slippery pussy.
"Make it nice and tight, baby. Squeeze down on my cock," he urged.
Beth contracted her cunt muscles snugly around his rod. "Like that?" she asked.
"Mmmm ... yes. Good."
Beth smiled up at Walt's strained face. It was good. Not only did her vaginal gripping of his cock make it better for him, but she could also feel the jabbing of his hard prick much more keenly. "Oh, darling ... that is good! You're going to make me come again if you don't hurry."
"I'll try to wait for you," he grunted. "Hurry, though; I can't hold off long."
"It won't take long!" she exclaimed joyously, not just gripping his cock inside her now but milking him, intentionally squeezing down on his rod each time he pulled it from her and letting her cunt relax as he slammed it back into her.
"Oh, Jesus," he groaned, "a sucking pussy. Suck it, baby. Suck me with your cunt."
Walt bore down heavily on her, his chest flattening her tits as his mouth covered hers. His cock was all the way in her, refusing to back out now, wanting her to do all the work again.
She opened her mouth and took in his tongue, mewling as she sucked it and licked the frenum attaching it to the floor of his mouth. She lay still, to all outward appearances, but inside her muscles were moving furiously. Her vagina rapidly clasped his fully inserted organ, squeezing down harshly from the tip of his glans to the flared base. She got better at it as she went along. Within seconds her cunt was rippling delightfully up and down his shaft, starting at his pelvis and going wavelike up to the head of his throbbing dick, deep inside her.
"Ohhh," Walt moaned. "Oh, goddamn!"
"Do you like that? Am I doing what you wanted?" Beth asked breathlessly.
"Yesss ... oh, goddamn ... what a sweet pussy! So hot... so hungry!"
"I'm a hungry pussy, darling. Feed me some pussy food. Shoot me full of nice hot cum! I'm ready! Come deep inside me! Shoot it hot and deep! Now ... come NOW!!!"
With that, Beth bit her lip and shut her eyes, her body giving itself over to the new flood of intense sensations careening about inside her fluttering belly. Walt answered her immediately, sending a mass of hot, spiraling jism rushing up his dick to spurt forcefully inside her. Beth gasped in pure delight. The cum flew from Walt's twitching organ in powerful squirts, hitting directly into her sensitive cervix and splaying out to wash down the walls of her spasming vagina.
She looked over at Glen, smiling weakly and mumbling, "I love to fuck! I'd rather fuck than eat. Honest I would, darling!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Speaking of eating," Beth said when Walt pulled out of her a full two minutes later, "is anyone hungry? I am. God, I've suddenly discovered I'm starving!"
"Well, I'll be damned," Walt said in a teasing mood, pretending to be insulted. "I like that! Were you lying there thinking of food all the time I was screwing you?"
"No, silly," Beth protested. "Of course not."
"Consider it a compliment," Glen told Walt. "She's always starved after she's been thoroughly fucked."
"I'm hungry too," Jen said, scooting across the bed and moving her face down close to Beth's cum-oozing pussy. "Mmm! It looks delicious. I think I'll have my dessert first." With that she covered Beth's slick cunt with her mouth and began sucking and tonguing hotly.
Walt laughed loudly at the shocked expression on Glen's and Beth's faces. "You'll have to forgive my wife's table manners. I warned you she was insatiable, remember?"
"Mmm. I don't mind," Beth murmured, opening her legs wider so Jen could get at her cunt better. "Damn, you left me so full and gooey, though."
"Jen doesn't mind. The messier the better. She's hopelessly queer for both sexes."
"Queer for both sexes? That's impossible," Glen said.
"Not for Jen," Walt chuckled. "She's a lovable but crazy mixed-up kid. She's only been a girl for two years now."
"Goddamn you," Jen said, looking up. "I've been a girl all my life."
"Then how come I met you in the steam room at the Y, baby?"
"Jesus Christ, Walt. Do you have to tell everybody about it?"
"Why not, honey? Shit, I think it's great."
Jen jumped off the bed and got her cigarettes. She lit one, then passed them around as an afterthought, glaring angrily at her husband all the while.
Beth and Glen were thoroughly confused. They wondered what the hell Jen and Walt were talking about, but they were too polite to ask. Jen was obviously a girl, in looks, build and temperament, and a lovely, graceful girl at that. Glen had sampled her charms just minutes before and had found her wonderfully responsive. He wondered if her husband might be slightly nuts.
"Shit," Jen said, shrugging. "I may as well tell you, now that muscle-boy has let the cat out of the bag because he's jealous. Aren't you jealous, Walt? You'd love to be a girl too, wouldn't you? But with your bone structure and all those muscles, you'd be a homely bitch and you know it."
"What she says is about half true," Walt admitted. "I'm bisexual."
"I think that's marvelous!" Beth exclaimed. "I guess that's what I am, because I've got these lovely feelings for you, Jen."
"I know, baby," Jen said. "I knew from the minute I saw you."
"And you're bisexual too?" Beth asked, quite obviously delighted with the new knowledge of what she herself was.
Jen sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling now. "I'm a transsexual," she said.
Glen appeared stunned at her words, but Beth was even more delighted and excited. Her eyes widened. She looked Jen up and down. "I've read about that. You had an operation, didn't you?"
Jen put her hand on Beth's thigh, patting her as she talked. "Yes, you little doll, I had an operation. I was born with a boy's equipment. It was a mistake of nature. I've been sure I was supposed to be a girl, ever since I was seven years old. Inside, I've always known it. I tried hard to be a boy. I screwed as many girls as any normal teenage boy does, probably more, because I was trying so hard to be a real male. But I couldn't carry it off completely. I loved my boy friends more than my girl friends, because I was more girl than boy inside.
"Wasn't it awful for you?" Beth asked, fascinated by what Jen was telling her.
Jen smiled. "At the time, I thought so. But looking back on it, I guess I really had a ball. I was known as 'the sex machine' in high school, because I had such an active sex life. I could turn on either way, whether I was making a girl or going down on a guy. I'm still that way, of course, but now I like myself much better. I used to play a fair game of baseball -- good enough to make the school team, by God. But other than that I wasn't interested in boys' activities. At home, in the privacy of my room, I dressed and felt like any normal girl. Now I am a girl. I can do anything any other girl can do, except have a baby and menstruate. And who the hell really needs to do either of those things? There are too many people in the world already, and I seriously doubt if bleeding every month would make me feel any more feminine than I already do. I look like a girl, I feel like a girl, I'm married to a man, I fuck like a girl and climax almost every time. I've had a taste of both worlds. Being a girl is me. I heard about this doctor down in Tijuana, so I went there and he made me on the outside what I've always been on the inside. I take female hormones regularly. I'm a girl ... and I love it."
"You're a very feminine girl too," Beth said, smiling as she stroked the soft skin of Jen's belly. "You're pretty and graceful and ... just lovely in every way. If you hadn't told us, we never would have guessed you weren't born a girl, would we, Glen?"
Glen's initial shock had worn off as Jen talked. Her voice was warm and throaty but every bit as feminine-sounding as she looked and felt. "Hell no," he exclaimed. "In fact, I'm not sure I believe you. I think you're putting us on. I think I'd know if what you say is true. By God, I just screwed you! I ought to know if you're a girl or not!"
Beaming at Glen's words, Jen took his face between her slender hands and pulled him to her for a kiss. "Thank you," she said warmly. 'Thank you both. You're wonderful people. Let's become close friends, all four of us.
"Let's eat," Walt interrupted.
"Let's shower first. All four of us together," Beth suggested.
Later, still nude and pink from their hot shower, Beth and Jen made sandwiches in the kitchen while Walt and Glen mixed drinks. They ate in the living room, bare butts being more comfortable on upholstered furniture than on cold dinette chairs. Glen kept looking Jen over, trying to decide for sure if what she'd told them was true. She had no visible scars from surgery that he could detect. Her tits were small, but not small enough to look right on a male body. And she was so confidently feminine in everything she did and said-more feminine, in fact, than Beth, whom no one could doubt was all girl.
Beth, for her part, believed every word Jen had told her. Jen had no reason to lie about such a thing, she reasoned; and Beth had no cause to doubt her story. It didn't matter to Beth in the least that Jen had once been a boy. She liked her anyhow. If anything, it only made Jen all the more attractive to her. Now, besides being desirable and pretty, Jen was also mysterious. Beth's insatiably curious mind fed on Jen's sex change. It was an erotic and daring thing. How many people could claim to have functioned in both the male and female sex roles, as Jen could? One in a million, perhaps. No, Jen's having changed sexes didn't make her at all repulsive to Beth; it made her just that much more interesting a person to know.
"Did you have surgery to build up your breasts?" Glen asked, still not sure in his own mind that any surgery had taken place.
Jen, not offended at all by his question, said, "No, baby. I was never very hairy or muscular. My skin was always soft and smooth and I used to get kidded quite a lot in the boy's locker rooms about needing a bra. The hormones enlarged my tits naturally. They're about twice as big now as they used to be, when I had a cock between my legs instead of the wonderful pussy I now have. I would have had those silicone injections or implants if the hormones hadn't done the trick, though."
Jen smiled as she reached over and cupped one of Beth's large tits. "I'd love to have beauties like yours, honey, but I don't want 'em bad enough to suffer those injections or surgery. Besides, I kind of like mine. They're small but well-shaped, don't you think?"
Interpreting Jen's touch and question as an invitation, Beth turned toward her on the couch and put a hand on each of Jen's pert boobies. "I think they're just right for your slender shape," she said. "They're just darling. May I kiss them? " Jen smiled seductively. "By all means, baby. I thought you'd never ask."
Jen smiled as Beth lowered her head, her full lips puckered. She planted a hesitant kiss on each small brown nipple. The tip of her tongue came quickly from between her lips and circled Jen's hardening buds. Then, sighing, Jen took Beth's face between her graceful hands and pulled her head up.
"Don't stop me," Beth protested. "I like it. I want to kiss you some more."
"You little doll," Jen cooed, pulling Beth's face to hers and kissing her on the lips.
It felt strange but very pleasant to be kissing Jen, Beth thought, returning her kiss immediately. She pressed her lips firmly to Jen's opening her mouth to accept Jen's probing tongue. It shot into her mouth, tasting warm and sweet and dainty, feminine to the Nth degree. Beth let out a tiny whimper as she sucked voraciously on Jen's darting tongue. It was so exciting, so depraved, so sweet!
Walt, who'd been sitting beside his wife on the couch, got up and walked toward Glen. "Looks like we're going to get a show," he said, grinning as he sat down on the carpet beside Glen's easy chair.
"It's all right by me," Glen said, also grinning. "I've never seen two gals make it together, have you?"
"Lots of times," Walt said. "Shit. You name it and I've seen it or done it, or both. It never gets boring, though, not to me. Sex is my bag. Jen's, too. Did she tell you we're veteran swappers?"
"No, she didn't mention it," Glen mumbled, staring intently as Beth and Jen embraced hotly.
'The orgy is the thing," Walt exclaimed. "God. Everybody sexing everybody else! It's the only way to fly!"
"I bet Beth would like that," Glen said. "Going to a real orgy, I mean. I think I would too. It would be a novel experience."
"Shall I see to it that you and Beth are invited to one in the near future?" Walt asked.
Glen looked down at Walt's smiling face, ignoring the hand on his knee, and asked, "Could you? Christ yes, I'd like to try it at least once. I'm sure Beth will go for it."
"Consider it done," Walt said, squeezing Glen's knee with powerful but gentle fingers. "You and Beth will be our guests. We could get a half-dozen couples together at our place next Friday evening."
"Count us in," Glen said, then almost immediately felt Walt's hand move higher up his leg.
Watching the girls kiss and fondle each other had Glen's dick standing hard and ready. He thought of protesting when Walt boldly reached up and took it in his big hand. But he didn't, nor did he object when Walt knelt before him and pushed his knees apart. He went on watching the girls make love as he let Walt pull his ass out to the edge of the chair. A gasp rose inside his throat as Walt covered his prick with his hot, wet mouth. He repressed the gasp, sighing instead, enjoying the wet suction surrounding his tool as he stared across the room at his wife and Jen.
"Baby, baby," Jen breathed, holding Beth's face slightly away from hers and looking hungrily into her excited eyes. "Kiss me. Kiss me all over!"
"Oh, yesss," Beth murmured lustfully, dropping her head and kissing Jen's neck.
Her heart pounding in her chest, Beth stroked Jen's creamy body with open hands and kissed her way down Jen's throat toward more interesting places. She left a wet trail across her chest, licking with her warm tongue as she moved jerkily toward Jen's tits. She found one, claimed it, took the whole delicious morsel inside her wide-open mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Jen's blissful sigh filtered down to her alert ears, adding to the pleasure she felt at sucking tit for the first time in her life. It was such a thrilling thing to do!
Giving herself over to her new-found delight, Beth moved from tit to tit, kissing and sucking till Jen was moaning with lust and running her long fingers through Beth's long blonde hair. Soon that wasn't enough for either of them. Jen pushed Beth's head down. Beth let her head be moved lower and lower-kissing, licking, nibbling with her puffy lips-down Jen's belly, her flicking tongue-tip flicking into her indented navel, then lower still, licking all the way, enjoying the taste of her clean female body, breathing in her scented aroma, which was so much lighter than Walt's aroma had been.
Crisp, untrimmed pubic hair brushed against her lips, making Beth feel giddy and light-headed. She didn't have to wonder how it would be with another woman any more. Now she knew. As her lips and tongue played through Jen's sex hair, she knew a thrill entirely new to her. She was going to kiss Jen directly cunt-center and she loved the idea of it.
When her lips felt the smoothness and wetness of Jen's oozing cunt, Beth drew back her head to examine it closely. She pulled Jen's cunt open with trembling lingers. It was impossible to believe a cock had ever grown from Jen's delightful hole. It looked perfectly natural-elliptical, soft, moist. Jen's clitoris was a raw-looking, fiery red button, bigger than Beth's and apparently more sensitive, judging from the way Jen twitched and moaned when Beth flicked it with the ball of her middle finger. The outer cunt lips, ringed with dark curly hair, were swollen now, their inner surfaces glistening with Jen's clear secretions. The inner lips were clearly defined, almost as raw-looking as the large clit and twitching with anticipation.
"You don't look dry to me," Beth said. "Oh, Jen! Honey, you're juicier than I am. What a beautiful pussy!"
"It's juicy for you, darling," Jen groaned. "My cunt is crying for your tongue. Suck me, Beth. Stick your tongue deep inside me and lick and lick! It's a girl juice, baby. Real girl juice, the same as you make."
Impatiently, Jen grabbed Beth's head and pulled her mouth to her slippery hot cunt. Opening her mouth wide, Beth let her pretty face be pulled tight into Jen's crotch.
Crisp pubic hair mashed coarsely over Beth's tender lips. She whimpered and eagerly stuck her tongue into Jen's seeping tunnel, licking wildly. Jen was right; her taste was almost identical to Beth's own. Since Ron had left, Beth had been masturbating daily and, wondering how she would taste, and licked her juicy fingers many times during each secret session. She'd liked the taste of her own pussy, and Jen's was even more thrilling to Beth because she was experiencing it directly, without the need for fingers serving as a spoon.
As Beth sucked lustfully at Jen's tasty cunt, Glen looked on with mounting interest. His eyes didn't miss a thing, and his keen ears picked up his wife's throaty moans and the slurping noises made by her ever-working lips and tongue. His cock was still in Walt's greedy mouth, with Walt taking nearly all of it now, bobbing his head up and down slowly and sensually, his forehead bumping lightly against Glen's belly each time he descended fully on Glen's throbbing fuckstick.
Pushing Beth's head from her crotch, Jen moaned, "Oh, God, baby! What you're doing to me! Come up here and let me kiss your sweet mouth!"
Beth came up off her knees, pushing her cunt against Jen's and throwing her arms around her, hugging her tight as they kissed passionately. Tit to tit and cunt to cunt, they sucked tongues and swapped saliva, both of them wriggling and rubbing their bodies together.
"I love sexing you," Beth exclaimed. "I love your pussy."
"Let me eat you," Jen pleaded. "I've been drooling for it ever since I first saw you."
"Together,' Beth breathed. "What do they call it? Let's do each other at the same time."
"Oh, you little doll!" Jen gushed, her voice edged with delight. She flopped on the couch on her back with her legs open and her arms held out to Beth. "Sixty-nine, baby. That's what it's called. Hurry! Get on me and smother me with your beautiful blonde box! God, you're as excited as I am, aren't you? You're dripping!"
Beth got on top of Jen, pressing her cunt to Jen's waiting mouth and once again dropping her face to the brunette's spit-slick pussy. "My clit," Beth hissed. "Suck my clit!"
Then Beth could say no more, for she was taking Jen's big clit between her puffy lips and sucking it into her mouth, batting it back and forth with the tip of her tongue as Jen did the same marvelous thing to her.
At the same time, on-rushing orgasm had Glen's dick twitching inside Walt's mouth. He'd lost all revulsion at the thought of another man's sucking him off and had begun moving his hips in time with Walt's bobbing head, unashamedly helping him by screwing his cock into that hot, pleasure-producing chasm. It surprised him when Walt suddenly slurped off his dick and swung about to sit cross-legged on the floor and watch the action on the couch.
"Jesus," Glen complained. "Why'd you stop? I'm about to blow."
"That's why, baby," Walt grinned through wet and puffy lips. "Save it. We'll get with the girls for a four-way orgasm after they finish sixty-nining. Let's watch 'em. I love to see Jen making out with another girl."
Glen had to admit it was an exciting spectacle. His wife was going wild now that Jen was sucking her cunt. Both girls were moaning and rolling and rubbing their hot twats against each other's mouth. "Look at Beth," he muttered. "God, look at her go!"
"Yeah. They're about to come, Glen. You won't have long to wait now. Let's feed 'em dick soon as they've finished their hair pie, okay?"
"Damn right it's okay!" Glen groaned. "I want Jen. You fuck my wife's mouth!"
Walt chuckled. "You're already becoming a helluva swapper, pal."
Jen came first, sobbing and rubbing her whole face in Beth's blonde crotch as her own cunt danced orgasmically against Beth's working lips and flashing tongue. It looked wonderfully intense. Jen's long fingers gripped the soft cheeks of Beth's butt till her sharp red fingernails nearly disappeared into the yielding flesh. She shuddered from head to toe, crying into Beth's pussy instead of sucking it, her voice sounding muffled and broken.
"Oh, quit ... quit!" she pleaded when her cunt was tingling with the final, weakened spasms of her climax.
"What's wrong?" Beth asked, pulling her face away and turning to look over her shoulder, still not able to see Jen's face because her own butt and thighs were in the way.
"Nothing ... nothing's wrong, baby. It just got so good and my pussy got so sensitive I can't stand it any more right now, that's all. Just lick me nice and easy while I finish you."
As Jen's mouth returned hotly to her cunt, Beth extended her pink tongue and began licking up and down the crevice of Jen's still-twitching snatch. She kept it up, moving her whole head as Jen once again formed her soft lips around her clitoris and drew it tautly into her mouth. The top of Jen's tongue felt marvelous to Beth as it moved excitedly over her pleasure button. It was rough enough to send millions of tiny arrows flying around in her loins, but smooth enough not to chafe her most sensitive organ. In less than a minute Beth was gasping at the onset of her own orgasm, forgetting to lick Jen's sweet cunt, forgetting everything in the world except the pleasure bomb building inside her quivering belly. When it exploded, Beth let out a shriek of pure joy and flung her head about in ecstasy, shouting obscenities at the top of her lungs as her flying hair whipped the air.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Beth was still in the final throes of her orally-induced orgasm when Glen and Walt approached the couch. They gave her no rest. Walt, the muscles in his meaty arms bulging, leaned over and picked her up as if she weighed no more than a child. She was still panting for breath when he laid her on the floor and rolled her to her side. He lay down with her and stuck his cock between her moist lips.
"Suck it, baby. Take me all the way," he said urgently, cupping the back of her head and pulling her warm mouth over his cock before she had time to protest.
But it didn't appear she had any intention of protesting, for her mouth opened quickly and she moaned sensually as Walt fed his rod past her lips and teeth, and nudged the back of her throat with his velvety glans. Her swollen lips clamped softly but firmly on his shaft. Eyes closed, she sucked it blissfully and reached around eagerly to take his buttocks in her hands. Holding him firmly to her face and not yet moving her head back and forth, she sucked furiously, making her cheeks hollow and fit snugly around his rod as her lips worked in an effort to take in more of his hard dick.
Walt grinned as Glen helped Jen off the couch. "Come on," he said, "get down here with us, you two. Glen, suck Beth's box while Jen goes down on you."
"What about me?" Jen demanded.
"I'll take care of you, honey," he told Jen. "You just wait till Glen gets his tongue in Beth before you start sucking him, then work your sweet ass over to my face and I'll eat you. We're going to have a daisy-chain."
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Jen asked, obviously pleased with her husband's proposal. "Hurry, Glen. Lie down and get hooked to Beth. I'm wanting your cock for dessert after eating her tasty puss!"
Glen glanced at his wife's ecstatic face as he dropped to the floor. Her eyes were shut but seemed to be smiling, and her mouth was so full of cock her soft lips were burrowing into Walt's coarse pubic hair. As he pressed his mouth to her wet cunt, he heard Walt moan, "Jesus, Beth. You're a natural born cocksucker, baby! Mmm ... your throat feels nice and tight around the head of my dick! Suck it, baby. Swallow around it. Ohhhh ... oh, that's the way!"
Walt's words ringing lewdly in his ears, Glen fitted his lips to Beth's pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside her. The quiver that passed over her body and the muffled moan coming from her flared nostrils was reward enough for him. She loved having a man at each end of her, one sucking her while she sucked the other. Beth was turned on even more than she'd ever been when Ron was staying with them, and Glen loved her being sexually uninhibited because it excited him more than anything else. He always got a terrific vicarious pleasure when Beth was thoroughly enjoying herself sexually, and this time was no exception.
Jen waited till Glen was going good at Beth's pussy, then she brought her face over his loins and engulfed his standing prick. Her hot mouth took him in hungrily, her tongue lapping at the big sensitive vein running along the underside of his shaft as she made his rod disappear. With Glen's organ throbbing in her mouth, she scooted her ass toward Walt's head and let him position her to best advantage. When she felt his tongue enter her, she began bobbing her head up and down on Glen's near-exploding organ.
Four heads moved excitedly at four crotches. Little sighs and moans filled the air. Talking was impossible for any of them, and at the moment totally unnecessary. They communicated with hands and mouths and sex organs, using slurps and grunts for punctuation when called for.
Glen, because of the feverish state he'd been in when they started, reached orgasm first. He sucked fiercely on Beth's cunt, drawing her puffy hair-covered lips into his mouth and nibbling at them unconsciously as he erupted inside Jen's hot oral cavern. The moist suction surrounding his dick increased tremendously. He felt Jen's slender fingers dig brutally into the cheeks of his ass, holding him to her securely as his gun went off in her wonderful mouth. Cum raced up his shaft and blew out forcefully deep in her throat. He heard her whimpering and swallowing blissfully, drinking every squirt of his semen as it shot out the eye of his glans and washed over her lapping tongue to trickle slowly down her gulping throat. Her joyous but frantic sounds seemed to draw out his orgasm and make it the longest of his life, and certainly one of the most intense he could remember. His entire body jerked and twitched as his spurting cock sent torrents of sperm gushing into her willing mouth.
He'd expected her to release his dick when he finished coming, but she didn't. She went right on sucking and licking at his deflating organ, trying to whip it back to full erection without giving him a break or even letting it leave her vacuum-like mouth. Jen won the delightful battle easily. Beth's slurping sounds and nasal moanings acted on Glen's pecker every bit as strongly as Jen's working mouth did. His wife's uninhibited sounds of happy cocksucking echoed through his brain like a powerful aphrodisiac. Between her constant stream of slurps and moans and Jen's harshly suctioning mouth, his dick quickly regained its full length and rocklike hardness. He felt Jen again bobbing her head up and down his sensitive rod, groaned deep in his chest, then went on eating his wife's steaming cunt while she sucked wildly at Walt's meat.
Orgasm took Walt next. His muscles seemed to quiver all over his powerful body as his tool started twitching inside Beth's sweet mouth. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her forehead tight against his belly and ramming the head of his fat organ down her throat. He held her that way, with her tender lips mashed into the coarse hair around the base of his thick dick. It was too good for him to go on sucking Jen's box while he shot off. He pulled his face from her crotch and looked down at the top of Beth's head.
"Get ready," he gasped. "Oh, God! Here it comes, baby!"
Glen couldn't stand it. He had to see. Ignoring Jen's muffled protest, he tore his face from her squirming loins and gawked at his wife's pretty face pressed snugly to Walt's trembling belly. Her lips were crushed out of shape in his pubic mound and her nose was flattened from the pressure. Every fraction of Walt's dick was out of sight, inside her mouth, spurting cum down her gulping throat as Walt made pitiful sounds and gritted his teeth. Beth's cheeks were hollowed obscenely, fitting so tightly around the cock in her mouth that Glen could see it twitching. He reeled with the lewdness of it all, gritting his teeth like Walt and gasping as he lovingly stroked his wife's body with trembling hands.
The way Walt's sturdy organ was throbbing so powerfully in her mouth sent a thrill careening through Beth's excited body. She loved the twitching sensations on her tongue, the beat of his glans in the tight cavern of her delicate throat, the taste of his warm fluid filling her sex-hungry mouth. And Glen, the darling, was right there, moaning along with Walt and stroking her body with his hands as Walt's semen flowed into her glowing stomach. How lucky they'd been to find Walt and Jen, she thought.
As soon as Walt finished inundating her with his copious flood of hot cum, he pulled his still-firm organ from her reluctant mouth. Her lips clung to it, drawing out as first his shaft left her suctioning mouth and finally his bulbous glans, leaving her lips to flap wetly together as air rushed loudly into the vacuum. He patted her cheek and mumbled an endearment, then he was gone. Glen's hands were no longer stroking her body either, Beth suddenly realized. She was alone. Opening her eyes, she saw the lustful action was still going on without her. Glen was on his back, with Jen sitting astride his loins, her tensed face pointed toward his feet as she held his rod in her hand and struggled to sit on it. She wasn't trying to get it into her pussy, though. Glen's cockhead was pressing into the brown ring of her anus, and Jen was wriggling her butt in an effort to pop it through her asshole so she could impale herself on his shaft.
Walt was kneeling between Glen's feet, his cock gleaming from its coating of Beth's saliva, as he watched his wife rotating her ass in a small circle. At last the hot head of Glen's rock-hard dick sank into the anal opening, but it seemed to be stuck there.
Can't you get it in good, baby? You need some help?" Walt asked. Then, before she could answer, he leaned forward and put a hand on each of her shoulders.
"Walt! No!" Jen gasped, her face expressing horror.
But it was too late. Walt, grinning broadly, quickly pressed down on her shoulders and sent her asshole plummeting over the head of Glen's rod. A prolonged guttural grunt issued from Jen's gaping mouth as she descended rapidly on Glen's dick. The cheeks of her soft white butt flattened against his body, and she had it all. Her eyes mirrored a mixture of pain and bliss, and she moaned out her feelings for all to hear.
Chuckling, Walt asked, "There, baby, how's that?"
"You son of a bitch," she panted.
He laughed. "Just trying to help, honey. I saw how bad you wanted it, and don't I always try to get you what you want?"
Jen couldn't sit still. Already her hips were moving upward testingly on Glen's prick and sinking downward again, bending it around inside her butt. The expression on her face changed in stages till she was smiling at her husband instead of glaring. Her asshole skinned up and down Glen's brown-stained tool, her butt jiggling as she hunched rhythmically. "What are you waiting for?" she panted, licking her lips and holding her arms out to Walt.
"Oh? Did you want something from me, too?"
"Walt! Don't tease me, goddamn it. Why do you think I'm facing Glen's feet? Come on ... come on!"
Beth moved closer, getting her head over Glen's chest so she could see his peter entering and leaving Jen's stretched anus. It was something she had not as yet tried, but only because she's never thought of it and neither Glen nor Ron had suggested it. Damn, it looked good, the way Jen kept undulating her hips and moaning. She felt a hand moving on her body. Looking away from Jen's butt, she smiled into her husband's serene face. It wasn't necessary to ask how he liked cornholing Jen. His facial expression told her it was a sublime experience. She dropped her face to his and kissed him passionately.
"Walt ... don't make me wait, honey!" Jen's voice was ragged with lust.
Though he was an incurable tease, Walt could resist fulfilling her desire no longer. He knew what she wanted, from past experience. Her backward position on Glen's pecker told him more clearly than words could have. The overt lustfulness in his wife's voice whipped his own desire to a fever pitch and he grabbed her feet and pulled her legs toward him, spreading them over Glen's.
"What are they doing?" Glen muttered, taking his mouth from Beth's and raising his head to look.
Jen was lying down, her back warmly covering the front of his body. Her head snuggled into the crook of his neck, using his shoulder for a pillow. "Now, Walt ... now!" she cried.
Beth was out of it again, sitting beside Jen and Glen, holding his hand and staring with disbelief as Walt lowered his massive torso over both of them. Walt's knees wedged between Glen's legs, spreading them apart to make room for him. And Jen's legs, with her feet hooked securely under Glen's ankles, opened wider too, making her cunt an easy target for her husband's approaching cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Beth whispered to herself, knowing now what was about to happen and thrilling to such a lewd idea. She watched Walt bring the glistening head of his spit-slick organ to Jen's inviting cunt. Why hadn't she thought of getting hooked up like that when Ron was living with them? Beth dimly wondered. But of course she knew why. Ron liked having Glen's rod up his butt, so she'd just never thought of trying it that way herself.
Walt's grinning face hovered above Glen's. "Brace yourself," Walt told him. "You're the mattress."
As Jen stiffened and a shudder ran through her body, Glen felt Walt's weight being added to hers as he entered her. Glen bore their combined weight with only slight discomfort. When Walt's prick thrust farther into Jen's cunt, Glen could feel it rubbing his own organ through the thin membrane separating her vaginal and anal canals. He strained for breath, his chest lifting her back as he took in air, then lowering her again as he exhaled. Walt went right to work, the only one of them moving now. In and out his hard meat stroked, rubbing and teasing Glen's rod as well as thoroughly delighting Jen.
Sitting alone, Beth fingered her cunt and watched the three-sided union with great interest. She envied Jen. Lord, how she was carrying on! Grunting and moaning and whimpering all at the same time, like she was caught up in an unending orgasm that was about to drive her right out of her mind! That cinched it. The way Jen was carrying on with one man using her butt and one stuffing her pussy, Beth knew she just had to try it herself! Anything that made a woman actually weep with joy, as Jen was now doing, simply had to be indescribably erotic. Lying down, overwhelmed by Jen's lust, Beth planted two fingers deep inside her pussy while the middle finger of her other hand shot quickly into her asshole. Watching Jen's body being buffeted joyously between the two men, Beth tickled her own insides by wiggling her fingers wildly in both her openings.
"Oh, God ... I'm gonna come!" Jen shouted. "Hurry, Walt!"
"I'm ready," he gasped. "Go ahead, baby. I'm with you." "Glen?" "Not yet!"
"Oh, shit ... I can't wait for you, Glen," she wailed. "I'm starting! OOOHHH! UNGH!"
Her entire body turning rigid as a board, Jen quaked violently and shrieked out her orgasm in a shrill yell. Walt drove furiously at her, his cock flying in and out of her fluttering vagina. His pounding loins sent jarring jolts through Jen's body, making Glen grit his teeth and grunt under the brutal hammering.
Unable to stand the torture, Beth bit her lip and roughly jabbed another finger into her asshole. Whimpering, she poked jerkily at both of her openings, ramming her fingers up and down in her body in lieu of the two cocks she wished she had instead of Jen.
Walt collapsed heavily on Jen, grinding his pelvis into hers and whinnying horse-like as his sperm erupted deep inside her dancing cunt. He moved his face from Jen's to Glen's, kissing them both on the cheek as his cum jetted out.
Glen, panting for breath, his eyes tightly shut, let Walt continue to kiss his cheeks as his own climax swept over him. Jen's tight asshole literally drew the semen up from his nearly depleted nuts. God, how it bit at the base of his rod! With each spasmodic contraction of her vagina, her anus clamped down fiercely around him, squeezing his cock, milking it, forcing him to give up what sperm he had left and leak it into the depths of her seething bowels. He could feel the heat of her body more keenly now, like an oven surrounding his dick. A first twitch, unbelievably good, passed through his prick and up to his brain. He sucked in his breath, then let it whoosh out loudly as the total helplessness of orgasm took hold of him.
When they rolled apart, Beth was still masturbating frantically, both her hands going as she strained toward climax. She looked at Walt and Glen imploringly. "Help me," she begged. But as she stared longingly at their cocks, Glen's streaked with shit and Walt's glistening with a mixture of boy and girl juice, she realized it was hopeless for now. Both men were shot, spent for the time being, their pricks limp and lifeless, useless to her in her moment of greatest need. "Goddamn you," she wailed, unashamedly fingerfucking her cunt and asshole as they looked on. "Goddamn you all!"
"Baby," Jen soothed compassionately, crawling toward her. "Poor baby! How thoughtless of us. We left you out of it completely, didn't we? It was my fault, honey. I'm sorry."
Jen reached her and at once took her in her arms and kissed her. "I'm sorry, baby. Really, I am."
"Oh, God, Jen," Beth moaned, her hands still going. "It looked so fuckin' wonderful! I want 'em both! I want 'em exactly like you had 'em!"
"They can't, honey. Now, now. Christ, we gotta do something for you, though. Come on, you guys. Let's all caress sweet Beth. Let's make it up to her somehow," Jen suggested.
"How?" Glen asked. "Christ, I'm through for the night!"
"With your mouth," Walt said, helping Glen to his feet. "You take her front and I'll take her backside. Jen can kiss her face and tits while we kiss the rest of her body all over. Is that what you had in mind, Jen?" Jen nodded, then kissed Beth's parted mouth.
A sigh came up from Beth's throat as Jen's lips warmly covered hers and her sweet tongue rushed fully into Beth's mouth. As she licked back at Jen's darting tongue, Beth felt graceful hands fondling her tits. Both her strawberry-colored nipples were taken intimately between thumbs and fingers. She sucked down on Jen's tongue, sighing as the other girl began twisting and pulling at her hard, sensitive pink buds. Jen's slender fingers kept working on her tits, increasing the pressure on her nipples bit by bit as Glen and Walt each took one of her hands and pulled her messy fingers from both of her hungry holes.
Walt's tongue contacted her feverish flesh first, licking the backs of her thighs and her creamy buttocks. Just as the tip of Walt's flashing tongue was flicking the small of her back (a spot which Beth was completely surprised to learn was an erogenous zone of her pleasure-seeking body), Glen's widely parted lips descended on her slippery cunt. In short Glen's tongue, lapping wildly at the weeping walls of her vagina. She cooed into Jen's mouth, not caring that the brunette's fingers were causing a little bit of pain in her tender nipples. The pain was erotic too, more pleasant than not, a totally welcome and satisfying sensation in her present state of raging lust.
Fingertips pressed into the gorge between the soft cheeks of her ass. She whimpered as her buttocks were spread quickly and widely. Then, to her delight, she felt Walt's rough tongue sliding happily down the crack of her ass, moving ever nearer her puckered brown opening. She shut her eyes tight and held her breath. Glen's tongue was forcefully thrusting into her cunt now, licking about, then darting back to her vulva, where her elliptical pussy lips were licked completely before her vagina was filled again.
Walt's tongue reached her anus, the tip of it slowly teasing the corrugated rim while Glen's maddeningly batted her fiery-red clitoris.
Moaning, Beth sucked down harshly on Jen's tongue. Her throbbing clit was surrounded by Glen's hot lips now, being drawn out into his vacuum-like mouth as the tip of his tongue kept right on slapping it back and forth. She thought sure she'd piss at any second, the pleasure was so strong inside her body now and swirling about so deliciously. Probing gently into her asshole came Walt's wet tongue, spearing her butt and feeling just marvelous! Her asshole ate his tongue completely, winked about it, begged for more. But there was no more, for his mouth was pressing tightly to her anal region and his tongue was stuck full up her passage.
Now she felt like crying out at the top of her lungs. The pain Jen's fingers caused was becoming more intense. Her nipples felt raw and sore from the erratic tweaking and pinching Jen was excitedly inflicting upon them. But strangely she never for a second wanted Jen to stop, for the pain was sexually charged, every bit as wonderful as the unadulterated spears of pleasure careening about in her loins from the two mouths working insistently at her cunt and anus.
When she could stand it no longer, Beth tore her mouth from Jen's and sobbed, "Oh God! Oh Jesus God!" "Am I hurting you, honey?" Jen asked concernedly. "Yesss ... Oh shit, Jen ... it hurts good! So good!"
Jen smiled knowingly and licked absently at her puffy lips.
"More," Beth hissed. "Harder! Pull em off!!!"
Meanwhile, Jen tried her best to do exactly what Beth wanted. She gripped brutally the blonde's pink nipples, twisting and pulling at the same time, recognizing the trace of masochism in Beth and knowing what she was doing was not a cruel thing but an act of love.
Excruciating pain shot through Beth's abused nipples, rushing jaggedly up to her brain and numbing her consciousness. She screamed and trembled violently. Her head shook from side to side, her face screwed into a mask of ecstatic agony. Dizziness consumed her, and for a moment she thought surely she'd pass out. It was the most erotically devastating moment of her entire life!
"Beth?"
She dimly heard Jen's voice, coming to her as if from a long distance and through a heavy blanket of fog. It was a musical tinkle in her tuned-out ears.
"Is it good, baby?"
She wanted to answer Jen but couldn't. Her voice refused to cooperate. All that came from her mouth was a gurgle. She gave up trying to speak and nodded her head, whimpering like a beaten dog and loving Jen's beautiful long slender fingers all the more. The heavenly pain had triggered her orgasm, and the two ever-moving tongues fanned it and kept it alive. Her whole body twitched and jerked on the floor. Again and again she heard herself yelling shrilly. She couldn't help it. Glen was telling her she was too loud, his words sounding slick as they echoed from her cunt. But she couldn't stop yelling; her orgasm demanded it. Never before had she felt such unbearably sweet convulsions take hold of her insides. Her guts were joining her sex organs, spasming along with them, tearing her soul loose from its moorings within her body.
When Jen clapped her hand over Beth's mouth, she was so wildly excited she nearly bit a hunk out of it. Her sharp chomp got her a quick and vicious slap on the side of her face. It calmed her some. She released Jen's tooth-marked hand and went back to whimpering and sobbing, her head ringing from the blow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Walt arrived at the Fosters' apartment the next morning, Beth was dressed and ready to go. She jumped up from the dinette table, where she'd been sitting smoking a cigarette and sipping coffee, and hurried through the living room to let him in.
Walt, wearing a sweatshirt, loose white trousers and sneakers, stepped back into the hall when she opened the door, as if dazzled by her appearance. He broke into an approving grin and put his hands on his hips, looking her up and down.
"Wow!" he said.
Beth grinned too, doing a pirouette for his voyeuristic benefit. She had on a tight sweater and miniskirt, with high-heeled boots that fitted her shapely calves perfectly and came to just below her dimpled knees. Her blonde hair was brushed out, soft and flowing, and it billowed out fluffily as she turned.
"Come in, Walt."
He stepped into the foyer and shut the door behind him. "Looking like that could get you a morning lay, baby."
"I don't mind," Beth said teasingly.
He laughed. "Neither do I, but it would shoot the hell out of my workout."
"Promises, promises," she complained, smiling as she tiptoed up to kiss him hello. "Want some coffee?"
"Not before a workout. How about a glass of milk instead."
"You're on," Beth said, taking his hand and leading him through the living room.
Walt turned a chair around and straddled it, leaning on the backrest with one arm. He took the glass of cold milk from her, sipping it as he watched her settle on the other side of the table and light a cigarette. "I thought you'd beg off after last night," he remarked.
She looked surprised. "Why?"
He nodded toward the living room and grinned.
"It was a little wild," she said, blushing slightly, "but I can recuperate quickly. Damn, it was fun, wasn't it? hardly wait till your party."
Walt laughed, and Beth laughed with him. He downed his milk and she left half of her coffee sitting on the table.
The physical culture studio where Walt worked out wasn't at all crowded at that time of day. The proprietor, a body builder like Walt, was doing bench presses when they entered. A skinny, middle-aged man in T-shirt and baggy trunks puffed and hissed as he strained under the unimpressive barbell resting on his shoulders, squatting down quickly, then rising with much effort, his spindly legs trembling all the way up. Another man, also middle-aged but as fat as the other was skinny, hung by his feet on an incline board attached to the wall, sweating profusely as he struggled valiantly to sit up and touch his toes.
In the back was a massive Negro, barrel-chested and thick-bellied, his head shaved completely bald. He was standing with his hands on his hips, taking deep, rapid breaths as he looked down at a very heavy barbell on the floor at his feet. Beth watched the black man steel himself for action. He half bent over and half squatted, carefully placing his hands on the barbell. He stayed that way for a few seconds, poised and ready, breathing even more rapidly and loudly. Then he moved, quickly and surely, putting everything he had into it. A clank of iron filled the quiet studio as he expertly snapped the enormous weight up to shoulder height. Then another clank echoed as he jumped under the barbell and lifted it above his head at arms' length. His dark face strained and sweaty, he stood and straightened his legs, then flipped his leather-banded wrists and lowered the clanking plates of iron on either end of the steel bar. The whole fantastic mess was returned to the floor with only a tiny bump.
"Jesus!" Beth said, letting out the breath she'd been holding. "He could hurt himself that way!"
Walt smiled. "Not likely. He knows what he's doing. He was on the last Olympic team. Hell be on the next one, too."
"Is that all he does? Lift weights? God, he's huge! Big as an ox, and as powerful too, it looks like. His muscles aren't as pretty as yours, though. How come?"
"I'm a body builder," Walt explained. "George there is a weight lifter. It isn't the same. I work at building a perfectly proportioned body, and he goes in for all the strength and power he can muster. But lifting weights isn't all he does. He works, too."
"At what?" Beth asked, still looking at George, who was sipping some concoction from ajar which he'd shaken first. "Wrestling?"
Walt laughed. "No. George is a free-lance photographer."
"Well, I'll be damned," Beth mumbled, suddenly looking at George through different eyes. "I'd have thought his work would be something terribly physical."
"Looks can be very deceiving," Walt said. "George is really a very sensitive, artistic guy. He paints and writes poetry, too. Some of his paintings actually sell."
Beth nodded, then looked around the studio, sniffing "I'm disappointed. You said it smelled of jock straps."
"This is Monday morning," Walt said, chuckling as he led her to a leather couch that looked like it should have been in some plush business office. "Toward the end of the week it gets more 'atmosphere'. You can see the whole place from here. Sit down and relax. There's a girls' john over there if you need it." He pointed toward the door of the ladies' restroom.
"Girls come here too?" she asked, making a face as her warm thighs contacted the cold leather.
"Sure. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays it's full of guys, but girls use the place on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays ... for reducing and figure stuff."
"Oh," Beth said. "Maybe I ought to come."
"In about ten years, maybe," Walt grinned. "You sure as hell don't need it now, unless you'd just enjoy the exercise."
Beth shook her head, smiling thanks for his compliment.
"Well, I gotta get busy. You just stay up here in front and watch. I'll check with you from time to time. If you get bored, there are some magazines over there."
"I won't get bored," she called as he walked away.
She watched him move through the studio, heading toward the back to change, calling to the other men by name as he passed them. It wasn't as small a place as she'd thought it would be. It wasn't large like a big gym, but she guessed from the equipment around everywhere that at least twenty and maybe twice that many people could use the studio at one time. There was only one ash tray, a theater-type one that sat on the floor and had sand into which the butts could be stuck. She slid along the couch toward it and lit a cigarette.
The fat man was just lying on the padded board now, with his feet still hooked under the strap and his head resting on the board. Beth could hear him breathing heavily, even from that distance. She felt sorry for him, especially when he grabbed at his stomach with both hands and started moaning softly and trying to beat the cramp away with judo-like chops all over his midsection. The muscular proprietor hurried to him and massaged his rotund stomach till the cramp faded.
The proprietor stood, and Beth heard him scolding the over eager convert, telling him it had taken years to get his gut and it would take months to make it disappear, so he should stick to the workout schedule prepared for him and not overdo any of the exercises, especially the sit-ups and leg-raises.
George was starting to do squats while the scrawny little man looked on covertly turning green with envy. The big black was lifting ten times the weight the scrawny man had been using. George puffed and hissed as he squatted and stood with the five-hundred-pound barbell held confidently on his shoulders. Sweat broke out over his dark brown face and veins stood out on his powerful legs. The tendons in his neck popped out each time he stood, then disappeared each time he squatted. After eight reps he returned the barbell to its stand and went back to shaking his jar and sipping its contents.
Beth was amazed at George's strength, all the more so because his muscles didn't show like Walt's. He was a big man, but she thought that in street clothes he'd look fat rather than muscular. In fact, he looked a bit overweight wearing his traditional weight lifter's thing. His torso was like a barrel, and his arms and legs, though big, didn't appear to be particularly powerful.
Wearing a wrinkled sweat suit and dirty sneakers, Walt came tripping lightly down the stairs from the locker room and moved to a rack of dumbbells. He took one, a very small one, and began swinging it up over his head and down between his spread legs, warming up for more strenuous work.
The fat man moved slowly up the stairs for his shower, rubbing his stomach as he climbed each step. His workout was over for the day, and he appeared discouraged. Again Beth fell sympathy for him well up in her breast. He was so serious, trying so hard to whip his long-neglected body into shape.
The skinny man was at a lat machine, pulling down on the bar to raise the weights he'd placed in position. It was funny; she had to choke back laughter at his antlike efforts. He was kneeling on the pad, pulling down with all his might to make the bar touch his shoulders behind his head. Every time he let the bar go up again, his knees would jump off the pad about an inch, then they'd silently fall back when the bar was high enough to release the pull of the weights at the other end of the rope. It was pathetic, really, but still she couldn't help smiling.
After he was warmed up, Walt started his workout in earnest. Squats came first. He loaded the bar with two hundred fifty pounds, then did eight reps. After a moment's breather, he raised the weight to three hundred pounds and did eight more reps. His final eight reps were with a barbell weighing three-fifty.
Beth watched the back of his sweatshirt darken with perspiration. She was a bit disappointed to sec him working with a shirt on. She knew all his beautiful muscles were rippling and bulging under his suit, but of course she couldn't see them. Still, she paid close attention as he went through his bench presses and sit-ups. The way he did his sit-ups was entirely different from her in-bed exercising and the awkward way the fat man had done his.
Walt raised the incline board up the rungs till it was at a forty-five degree angle, then got on it and-effortlessly, it seemed-put his hands behind his head and did three sets of thirty sit-ups. Then he turned around on the board and held onto a rung while gracefully raising his legs till his toes touched the wall over his head for an equal number of times. No wonder his abdomen looked like grandma's old-fashioned washboard! Beth thought. Her stomach hurt just from watching.
The fat man, dressed in a business suit and carrying an attach� case, came down the stairs and left. The skinny man was still at it, back in a corner, doing dead lifts with nearly twice his own body weight. Walt, holding a heavy dumbbell, was bending sideways at the waist with his legs straight, giving each set of muscles in his sides their turn to strain against the heavy weight.
It wasn't exciting to watch, not at all, and the place still smelled perfumey from the women who'd labored in it on Saturday. Beth got a stack of magazines and started flipping through them. All the magazines were in some way connected with health. One in particular appealed to Beth. She knew most women denied any interest in such magazines, and everybody laughingly said they were published exclusively for the gay male trade, but she liked it. It was filled with glossy pictures of naked young men, some lean and some beefy but all very attractive and muscular.
She turned the color pages slowly, studying each of the photos, most of which had been taken in various outdoor settings. She found herself enjoying the magazine much more than she'd enjoyed watching Walt go through his workout. About halfway through the pages she gasped in disbelief and lifted the magazine closer to her face.
There was Walt, a serious expression on his handsomely rugged face, poised to throw a javelin he held in his hand. His body had obviously been rubbed with oil for the photo, for his muscles were clearly defined. God, he was beautiful-just beautiful! she thought. She devoured the picture with her eyes, then flipped through the rest of the magazine trying to find another of him, but that was the only photo of Walt.
She caught his eye and motioned for him to come to her. As he approached, she held out the magazine, open to the page with his picture, and asked, "Is that really you?"
"Yeah," he admitted, grinning as he sat down beside her to take a break from his workout. Its really me. Do you like it?"
"I think it's marvelous!"
He shrugged. "It's part of the way I make my living." "You're a nudie model?" she accused excitedly. "Yeah, I'm beefcake. I often pose stark naked for artists and photographers." "How thrilling!"
Walt was underwhelmed but amused. He grinned. "It's a living."
"I'd love to be a model," Beth exclaimed. "It sounds so exciting and glamorous!"
"You've been reading too many novels, baby."
"Oh, I know it takes hard work," she said. "But Christ, it would be worth it! There you are looking out at me from this lovely magazine -- doesn't that make you just glow inside?"
Walt looked around with mock seriousness, then put his mouth close to her ear and whispered confidentially, "Can I trust you to keep a secret?"
"Of course," she whispered back.
"It did make me glow at first when I saw my pictures in magazines," he said earnestly. Then he leaned back on the couch, crossed his legs and said in an affected voice, "But now that I'm rich and famous, it's all such a bore."
Beth swung her head to look at him, searching his face to see if he might possibly have been for real. As he broke into laughter, she squealed, "Oh, you damned nut!" and she laughed with him. "Seriously, Walt, don't you enjoy modeling?"
"I'm not really a model, not in the high-fashion sense of the word. All I am is beefcake. It isn't a very high calling, I'm afraid. But to answer your question, yes, I guess I do sort of enjoy it. It beats the hell out of punching a time clock. Pays better, too."
"I think I'd love every minute of it," she sighed.
"Even if you had to pose nude all the time?"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind that at all!" she blurted, then dropped her eyes and blushed slightly.
"You could do it-if you're really serious, that is. At least, I think you could. You're damn sure pretty enough and shapely enough. Depends on how photogenic you are, though."
"I've always taken good pictures," she said quickly.
"Then be a model," he said, smiling.
"I wish it was that simple. I wouldn't know where or how to start."
"How about the center-fold of Playboy V Beth shut her eyes and heaved a sigh. "Oh, wouldn't that be dreamy? But quit teasing me, Walt. Damn it, I'm serious."
"So am I, baby. George, there, has photographed two layouts for Playboy and a slew of them for its poorer cousins. He's always looking for new skin. Want me to tell him you're interested?"
"Do you think he'd be interested? Really? Do you think he'd take a chance with me?"
Walt grinned, obviously thinking of making a joke. Then he decided not to and said, "What chance? It's his job to find new bods to shoot, and the film he uses is deductible. Give me the word and I'll tell him you'd like to pose for him. He's a nice guy. He'll at least take a look at you and talk to you about it."
"Playboy," she cooed. "Imagine me in the center-fold of Playboy!"
"Don't set your goal quite that high, baby." "Oh, I'm not, silly. I know there's probably only a one-in-a-million chance for that."
"It's not that slim, but the odds are against it."
"I don't care how slim the odds are. I want to try. If I get in any magazine, it'll just flip me."
Walt got up. "Then you want me to tell him?"
"You don't think he'd try anything-I mean, he does have a studio, doesn't he? And that's where he'd have to take the pictures, isn't it? You don't suppose he might try to do more than photograph me ... ?
Walt grinned. "Are you afraid he'll try to make you, or are you hoping he will? Doesn't sound like you're scared to me.
"Walt!"
He laughed. "Relax, baby. I'll tell him you want to pose for him. Like I said, he's a nice guy. Whether anything comes of it or not, he'll still be a nice guy. And don't worry about going to his studio. He won't rape you. If you wind up in his bed, it'll be because you want to be there."
Beth felt excitement rising inside her as Walt strode through the studio toward George. While they were talking she couldn't hear their words clearly, but she knew from Walt's pointed gestures and George's glances that she was being mentioned. The big Negro smiled at her and nodded, and she nervously returned his smile. Now that she'd become more accustomed to his baldness, she realized he wasn't bad-looking at all, and his smile was pleasant as he looked her way. His white teeth flashed, then disappeared under his sensuously thick lips as he turned back to Walt, nodding as he said something she couldn't hear.
Walt raised his hand and gave the oaky sign, then both he and George went back to their exercises. Grinning from ear to ear, Beth sank back into the couch and let out her breath. With trembling hands she got out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag, then smiled up at the ceiling as she exhaled with a sigh. It amazed her how easy it had been. She was actually going to have the chance to realize her secret ambition! Wouldn't Glen be surprised when she showed him her picture in a magazine?
Of course, nothing about it was certain; she realized that fully. But still, George was going to test her, and she had always photographed well for snapshots and school pictures. Walt, a model himself, had said she had the face and figure for it, so she just knew it would turn out all right. She decided not to tell Glen a thing about it till her picture was actually in a magazine -- then wouldn't he be delighted! Oh, it was exciting!
Suddenly she had to piss. She jumped up from the couch and hurried to the ladies' restroom.
When she returned, George had finished with his workout and had gone to shower. A short while later he returned to the studio, wearing expensive-looking sports clothes, and came toward Beth. Her initial excitement had ebbed slowly but now it came rushing back, even more acute than before, as she watched him walking toward her. She forced a smile and made herself sit still as he stopped in front of her and stuck out his hand.
"Hi. I'm George Hammond."
"Beth Foster," she replied. She saw his teeth gleaming as she looked up into his face and shook his hand. His handshake was on the mushy side, and she wondered if he was that tired or if he was just being careful not to hurt her because of his great strength. She decided the latter was more probable, and liked him for it.
Sitting down beside her, but with a respectable distance between them, George said, "Walt tells me you'd like to be a nude model."
"Oh, I would!" Beth said,, unable to restrain the excitement she felt. "I'd pose for nothing the first time and be thrilled to do it. Do you think I might stand a chance of doing it professionally?"
"The camera is more brutally honest than the human eye, but I think you can stand the test. Yes, I'd say from looking at you that you stand a very good chance. Is everything yours? I mean, you're not padded anywhere, are you?"
A blush came into Beth's creamy cheeks. George had been looking right at her large breasts when he asked about padding. "What you see is all me," she said softly.
He nodded with professional detachment. "Good. I have an assignment I believe you'd work out well in, and you'll get paid the regular fee. I found out a long time ago it's best to handle business in a businesslike way. Want to give it a try?"
"When?" Beth asked eagerly. "Right now, if you have the time."
"Will I have to take off all my clothes?" she asked, feeling an anticipatory chill running zigzag up her spine.
"You won't have to take off anything for this assignment. It's the cover for a detective mag. They want a pretty blonde dressed in mod things. You'll do very nicely as you are right now. I will have to tie and gag you, though. Would you mind that?"
The chill in her spine turned to a tingle. "I've never been bound and gagged," she said, her voice quavering slightly.
"It's necessary for the shot," he explained, "but it won't be for long. An hour at the most, and absolutely no harm will come of it. No rope burns or anything like that."
"All right, I'll do it. I'm ready whenever you are."
George got up and offered his hand to help Beth to her feet. She took it and stood. "Shouldn't you tell Walt you're leaving?" he asked.
Both turned toward Walt, who waved good-bye, smiled, and called good luck. They waved back and started out of the building.
On the sidewalk George looked at his watch, squinting in the bright sunlight. "Are you hungry, Beth? It's twelve-thirty."
"I'm too excited to be hungry," she admitted.
"Well, I'm starving, and there's a very good restaurant in the next block."
"Then let's go. I'll have coffee while you eat ... and maybe a salad or something."
George didn't offer his arm or try to take her hand, but he did move to the street side as they walked, and Beth liked him all the more for his manners.
CHAPTER NINE
George Hammond's studio was in Sausalito, Beth learned as he tooled his big new Cadillac onto the Golden Gate bridge approach and picked up speed. He explained that he hadn't thought to tell her sooner and added that he hoped she didn't mind the drive. He said he would bring her back and deliver her to her front door as soon as they finished shooting.
Assuring him it was quite all right, but feeling a bit of queasiness in the pit of her stomach nevertheless, Beth fell silent and looked down at Alcatraz Island in the middle of the bay. When they were halfway across the bridge, she asked absently, "Do you suppose the government will let it go?"
"Huh?"
"Alcatraz. Do you think they'll eventually give it to the Indians?"
"I don't see where they've got any choice, the way the law reads. The Indians have a clear legal right to it. The government will have to give it to them."
"I suppose."
"Well, it's the right thing to do. Just a matter of time, I'd say."
They both fell silent again, George watching the road and Beth looking out the window at a ship heading through the bay for the docks of San Francisco. She could see the sailboats over by Sausalito. Then they came to the far end of the bridge and she could see nothing but highway and hills. She turned to George and said, "Walt told me you write poetry and paint."
He smiled. "I'm not very good at either, but I do try."
"I'd like to see some of your work."
"Help yourself. There's a loose-leaf binder of my poems in the glove compartment. Take a look-but not too critically, please."
As she opened the glove compartment and got the binder, he chuckled amusedly. "Don't laugh at me now, Beth."
"Why should I laugh?" she asked, opening the binder to the first poem. It was titled, Cry of the Ghetto.
"A big guy like me painting and writing poems, a lot of people find that funny."
"Well, I don't find it funny, and I think anyone who does is calloused and ignorant. A big man can be just as sensitive as anyone else."
He nodded appreciatively, then concentrated on his driving as Beth began to read. His work was neatly typed and easy to comprehend. Lines rhymed occasionally but not regularly. Cry of the Ghetto was much like Elvis Presley's recent song, only it went much deeper into the soul of the slums in dealing with life in the sordid milieu of poverty and hopelessness, of fatherless families and helpless welfare mothers. When Beth finished it she was near tears, moved more deeply by this unpublished poem than she had ever been by any other attempt to explain the black man's plight in big-city America. For the first time she understood the attraction drugs hold for such people; and, more important, she saw with crystal clarity the inevitability of the vicious circle of which poverty and hopelessness begets more poverty and hopelessness.
She glanced quickly at George, who seemed somewhat embarrassed at her peeking into his very soul. She wanted to tell him how beautiful his poem was and ask him why he hadn't had it published, but she didn't. He wouldn't look at her, so she thought it best to keep her own thoughts to herself for the present. Her eyes moved on to the next poem.
A Black Stud Venting was the curious title. It didn't remain mysterious for long, though. The black stud in the poem was venting his hatred for all whites by heaping degrading sexual abuse on an innocent white girl, who masochistically took it because of her great love for the cruel black man. It was extremely coarse and vulgar, going into great detail about the sexual indignities the stud put his girl friend through and telling of the self-hatred he suffered for it later because, though he couldn't help the things he did to her, he loved her as an individual even more than he hated the rest of her race.
As Beth read this second poem, she felt her cheeks flush at the gutter language and the vile acts forced on the white girl. There was an especially brutal passage involving a gang-bang by the stud and nine of his buddies, after which the poor girl was too weak to get out of bed all the next day. Reading that passage, Beth haled George Hammond as much as she had admired him for the first one, and again she felt a great admiration for George's handling of the deep emotions involved. Both the girl and the stud had been hooked on narcotics, she whoring and he pimping for her to support their drug cravings. In the, end she was beaten to death by a sadistic client, and the stud, finally seeing himself for what he really was, sought out the man and killed him with a butcher knife before plunging it into his own heart.
"I don't know whether to hate you or love you," Beth said softly, looking down at her lap through tear-misted eyes.
"You finished Venting," he said simply.
When Beth looked up, she noticed with a start that they had stopped. She had no idea how many minutes they'd been parked, she'd been so engrossed in reading his poem. "Are you capable of such cruelty?" she asked.
"I hope not," he said. "But the human race is. That poem is true. It actually happened. I knew the people involved. The stud was my younger brother."
"Oh, God!" Beth cried, and the tears she'd been holding back gushed from her eyes. "Publish it. Please have it published!"
George took out his handkerchief and gave it to her. As she dabbed at her eyes, he said, "I can't. It's too recent, too personal. Maybe someday I'll submit it." He waited till she quit crying, then grinned sheepishly and said, "Come on. Let's go in and get to work. Those red eyes will give the picture we want to get a touch of realism."
He quickly got out of the car and hurried around to open her door. Beth smiled timidly at him as she swung out of the car, then stood looking down at the bay as he shut the door. His house was high on the side of a hill, and the view was breathtaking. The cry of whooping gulls sounded dimly, soothingly. A sea breeze played gently through her hair, caressing her as it passed. "It's beautiful here, George."
"I just rent it," he said. "I can't really afford it, but I think it's beautiful too."
"Let's go in," Beth said, smiling warmly as she turned and took his hand. As they went up the steps, she squeezed his hand and said softly, "I don't hate you. Not at all."
The house had two levels but no partitions. Beige wall-to-wall carpeting softened the effect of various shades of green in the furnishings against a backdrop of wild tangerine walls. The lower floor had a bar at one end. Living room furniture was tastefully arranged before a picture window through which could be seen the fantastic view of the bay. There was a large open space just in front of the door, which faced a circular wrought iron staircase leading up to a platform bedroom above. Formal dining room furniture occupied the end opposite the bar, with a breakfast bar separating it from the small, offset kitchen behind the dining area. The windows along the back of the house were all at the second level because the back wall of the first floor was set into the hillside. "I just love it!" Beth exclaimed.
"Me too," George said. "And it's mine eleven months of the year. I have to get out every June, so the folks who own it can stay here."
"Is that all the time they spend here? Just one month a year?"
"That's all," George said.
"I'd live here all the time if I owned it," Beth said.
George laughed. "Then I'm glad you don't own it, because I kind of like it here, myself. Want a drink before we start to work?"
"Yes, I'd like one," Beth said, following him to the bar.
She accepted a weak Scotch and soda, then wished she hadn't when he opened a can of vegetable juice for himself. They sat on the couch, talking and looking out through the view window. Beth expected him to make a pass, which she wasn't too sure she would rebuff, but he never did. When they finished their drinks, he showed her some of his paintings, she didn't understand any of them, not a blessed one, but of course she hid that fact from George, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
She didn't fool him, however. When she'd seen the last one he wanted her to see, he said, "You don't understand them, do you?"
"Oh, yes," she protested. "I do."
"Then would you please explain them to me? I've never been able to figure out what any of them mean." "You're joking!"
He laughed. "No, I'm not. I've had other people explain them to me, but everyone has different notions and I still don't know for sure what they really say ... if anything. I just dab paint any damned way I happen to feel like dabbing it, mostly when I'm frustrated. It calms me down. I've made a little money at painting, but that's not the reason I do it."
"Well, I didn't really understand them," she confessed. "But after reading those two poems, I'd have to guess your paintings reflect the same ideas."
He shrugged. "That's probably it. That's the interpretation I've heard most often, and the one that satisfies me best. Well, the hell with it. Let's get to work."
George got a camera and lights from a closet. He handed her the camera, an expensive-looking thing with Japanese writing on it, and she followed him up the stairs to the wall-less bedroom. The bed was made up neatly, covered by a green satin spread. She stood nervously beside it, watching as he set up the lights.
"Rope. I forgot the rope and gag," he said, starting for the stairs. "You don't need to come. Lie down if you want. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
As he went down the stairs, Beth put the camera on a dresser and sat on the bed. The lights were on, nearly blinding her, they were so bright. Hot, too. Might as well get used to the lights, she decided. Being careful not to let the soles of her boots soil the satin spread, she crawled to the center of the bed and lay down on her back, looking around as she heard George fumbling in the closet below. She decided the bedroom was too avant-garde for her liking. It had rails like a balcony-to keep a sleepy person from walking off the edge of the floor, she supposed-but that didn't seem enough. A bedroom ought to be a private place, she felt, and this one simply had no privacy at all.
She heard George climbing the stairs again and she sat up to watch his bald head pop into view, lie smiled and held out the rope and gag. "Used these same ones the last time I did a bondage layout," he said. "It was for a different mag, though. The gag has been washed and the rope is nylon, so you've nothing to worry about. You won't get any germs or rope burns."
"I'm not worried," she said. "Walt assured me you wouldn't rape me."
He looked hurt, and she quickly added, "And now that I know you, I'm not worried in the least-oh, shit, I made a mess of that, didn't I?"
He smiled then, a sad but warm smile. "It's our culture, baby. Don't let it worry you. I understand how vou might feel."
"But I don't, George. Honest I don't. I trust you implicitly!"
His eyes expressed the thanks he couldn't put in words. Becoming businesslike, he said, "Roll over on your stomach, Beth. I'm going to tie your hands behind your back."
She rolled over and let him take her hands and cross her wrists at the small of her back. Smiling over her shoulder at his serious face, she lay still as he took a piece of rope and tied her wrists. Then he worked her rings off her finger, explaining that the shot was supposed to be of a college girl.
As he went to the dresser and put her rings on it, she tested her bonds. "Damn, you've really got me helpless. The rope feels tight as hell."
"Realism," he answered, just that one word, then he took another piece of rope and tied her ankles together securely. "Okay, Beth. Roll onto your back."
She found it awkward to move with her hands and feet tied. As she flopped over, her miniskirt rode up, high enough that she knew George could see the crotchband of her panties. Suddenly she was uneasy. There was no possible way she could pull her skirt down. With some embarrassment she asked George to do it for her, but he refused, telling her that her panties were to show in order to make the magazine cover more erotic.
Because she had no choice in the matter, she accepted his statement. But the odd sensation in the pit of her stomach grew a bit stronger. She felt a chill sweep over her as he went to adjust the harsh lights. He wasn't talking now, just working, going about his business professionally and using her for what she was-a prop in a photo layout.
"Shouldn't I have some special make-up?" she asked.
"Don't know yet. I'll take a Polaroid color shot and see." He was getting the gag ready to tape over her mouth. He came to the bed and sat down beside her with the gag ready to apply. He grinned. "If you have any last requests, you'd better talk now. You won't be able to say anything once I get the gag in place."
"Any last requests?" she blurted, her eyes searching his face. "That was a poor choice of words."
He chuckled. "Yeah, baby, I guess it was, at that. You ready?"
Beth nodded, then held her lips together as George stuck the gag over her mouth. It spread onto her cheeks and chin, and the top edge of tape was touching the septum of her nose, but it wasn't really uncomfortable. Only a couple of narrow bands of tape actually came in contact with her skin. The gag itself, which the tape merely held in place, felt soft and velvety over her lips. The physical sensation wasn't too bad, but psychologically she was beginning to react with a degree of fear. She was truly bound and helpless, alone with a huge Negro. Some unpleasant things she'd heard and read about passed through her mind.
The phone rang, startling them both. "Now, who the hell could that be?" George mumbled, heading for the stairs. He started down to answer the phone, calling back, "Just lie there and relax. I'll be right back."
The weight of her body was beginning to make her hands hurt. As George moved down the stairs, she rolled to her side. A big mirror, slanted so anyone lying in the bed could look at himself, was attached to a triple dresser. She gasped at the sight of herself, staring at her reflection with frightened eyes. It looked like a scene out of a horror movie. God, George was certainly getting the realism he wanted! she thought. There she lay, bound and squirming, in a satin-covered bed at the top of a steep flight of stairs, completely at the mercy of a relatively strange man!
For a moment her mind went wild with gory imaginings. Her nostrils flared and her eyes opened wider. She tried to call out to George, but she could only whimper softly, not making enough noise for him to hear her way down there. Stop it! Stop it, Beth! She admonished silently, forcing herself to relax. After all, Walt knew George pretty well, and now that she knew him a little she was sure her fears were totally unfounded. Still ... she was helpless and he was a man. You're being silly, she told herself reproachfully.
Beth forced herself to lie quiet, looking at her reflection in the mirror as she listened to George talking on the phone. His voice sounded strained, and from his end of the dialogue she surmised a woman was on the other end of the line. As the conversation went on, Beth became more certain he was talking to a woman, evidently a former girl friend. George's voice rose with anger and frustration. Obviously he wanted nothing more to do with the woman and she wasn't willing to accept that. The conversation rapidly turned into a heated argument, with George yelling into the phone and calling her a "honky slut."
Beth heard him screaming denial of any responsibility for her pregnancy, shouting that he was sterile as a eunuch, that he'd had a vasectomy because he wouldn't dream of bringing another child into such a rotten world. Then he calmed down some, and Beth heard him admit that he hadn't had a sperm count since the operation but he would damned sure have it done. Then he became angry again and slammed the receiver down. She heard him pacing around and cursing under his breath. The phone rang again but George wouldn't answer it; he just went on swearing, getting louder and louder with each ring. When the phone finally stopped ringing, he fell silent, but Beth could still hear him breathing ... snorting, actually.
Her new awareness of this other side of George's nature brought back the fear she'd managed to allay before he started yelling and cursing. She couldn't shake it this time. Her body trembled with fright and she moaned softly at her frantic face in the mirror. He was down there now, stomping around, swearing and opening drawers in the kitchen. A butcher knife--that was the first thing that came to her mind. He was hunting for a butcher knife!
Terrified, she sat up in bed and peered over at the kitchen entrance, hoping for a glimpse of him, one that would prove her insane fears false. When he came walking into the dining area carrying the very object she'd intuitively known he'd been searching for--a long, wicked-looking butcher knife--she wailed mournfully under the gag and fell hopelessly back to the bed.
He was out of his head with rage. She knew he was going to stomp up the stairs and hack her to pieces. He was capable of it; the poem about his brother flashed through her mind, sending cold chills rushing up and down her spine. She recalled his face as he'd come out of the kitchen-an ugly thing, full of rage and hatred.
His foot sounded heavily on the first step. He was coming upstairs. Oh, God! He's coming! Beth cried silently. She lay deathly still, her body breaking out in a cold, clammy sweat, the ropes cutting into her bound wrists, and her lips trembling under her gag. There was nothing she could do-nothing except pray. 0 Lord! Please don't let him kill me! I'm so young. There's so much to live for!
The sensation in her stomach flowed into her loins. It was a terrible tenseness, an overpowering thing. She felt so alive, more alive than at any other moment in her whole life. She could feel the juices begin to flow down her vaginal canal. She moaned and writhed, horrified at her sexual reaction.
With each ringing footstep on the metal staircase, her heart raced faster. Her cunt was sopping wet and still secreting copiously, pouring forth her life's juices to soak her crotchband and turn it soggy and dark.
The top of George's shaven head came into view. Beth held her breath.
His face, ugly and strained, popped above the stairs. She didn't want to look at him but was unable to tear her eyes away. Knowing full well he was going to butcher her, she stared in fascinated horror as his massive body appeared-his bull-like neck, then his barrel chest, followed by his thick waist and finally his hands, one made into a ham-like fist and one clutching the awful butcher knife. The light glinting evilly from the long blade snapped something deep inside her. She screamed a muffled scream and bucked wildly on the bed, her cunt spasming and her hips jerking harshly.
It was absolutely the wildest orgasm she'd ever experienced! The convulsions inside her threatened to tear her guts out. Her body thrashed as if on a torture rack while pitiful-sounding sobs rushed from her flared nostrils. Her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see a thing; the intensity of her climax had momentarily blinded her and she was staring at a black sky full of bursting stars and shooting comets.
She was dimly aware of fingers fumbling at her mouth. Then the gag was ripped off and she felt a tearing sensation as the tape parted from her skin. She sucked in a big breath of air, then screamed shrilly, her body twitching violently as her orgasm went hurtling on. She could feel the knife hacking brutally at her torso, ripping her belly open and spilling her guts obscenely on the bed-yet, strangely, there was no pain. George was talking to her softly, his big hands holding her shoulders and shaking her gently. Very slowly she returned to normal, her orgasm slipping away little by little and relinquishing its hold on her mental faculties.
The stars and comets vanished first, then the blackness faded and she was conscious of the harsh photographic lights beating hotly on her body. Raising her head, she looked down, expecting to see a gory mess of innards spilling out of her belly. But there were no disgorged intestines; she wasn't even bleeding. Her belly was still very much intact, covered by her tight sweater and rumpled miniskirt.
"George? Geroge?"
"Relax, Beth. Just relax, honey. You're all right."
"But ... the butcher knife!" she wailed. "I saw it!"
"Jesus H. Christ! I'm sorry as hell, Beth. The knife is supposed to be lying on the bed beside you, in the picture. I should have told you. You didn't think I was going to use it on you? Oh, God, you couldn't have thought that!"
"I don't know what I thought! You were down there yelling on the phone, then stomping around and cursing ... then I saw you come out of the kitchen carrying that thing and--" "Oh, Beth," he soothed, "no, no, no! It's just a prop. That's all, honey."
"What's the matter with me, George? I thought you were going to kill me and ... and I ... oh, shit... do you know what I did?" Beth looked up at him, a troubled, puzzled expression on her face. She saw him nod.
"I know, Beth."
"I creamed all over you bed!"
"It's happened before, with models who've been bound and left alone. It isn't as rare as you think, Beth. It's my fault for leaving you alone."
"What's the matter with me, George? When I saw that butcher knife in your hand and knew I couldn't do a thing to protect myself, I literally blew up inside. I'd been lying here thinking all kinds of things, and then-WOW! God, it was wild! Touch mc, George. Touch my pussy. Is it all wet or was I just imagining the whole fantastic bit?"
He put his hand on her cunt and wiped it upward, then held it so she could see. His palm was covered with her juice. "I've soiled your lovely green bedspread, haven't I?"
"It's all right."
"What's the matter with me, George? Am I crazy?"
"Stop it, Beth. Quit beating yourself over the head about coming. I told you, it's not as rare as you might expect. Some women find being bound and gagged erotic. A few men do too. And it appeals in a lesser degree to millions of people. Why the hell do you think we're taking this kind of picture? Because it appeals strongly enough to sell magazines, that's why. You're not crazy, honey, you're just a kinky little broad who digs bondage. It's as simple as that."
"George?"
"What?"
"Fuck me. Leave me tied up. Put the gag back on me and rip my panties off. Do it, George. I won't tell anyone."
He looked at his watch. "Let's get the pictures first."
"All right," she breathed, closing her eyes, "but hurry!"
George put the gag back over her mouth. She kept her eyes closed as he got up. She heard him moving about. He told her to open her eyes, and when she did he blinded her with the flash from his Polaroid. A minute and a half later he was putting make-up on her face. Again she opened her eyes at his command, then shut them after he snapped another Polaroid shot.
"Okay," he said, after a pause of about three minutes this time. "We're ready to shoot the ones for the magazine now. Open your eyes and leave them open while I work. Look as frightened as you possibly can."
It wasn't necessary for Beth to feign fright when she opened her eyes and saw George; renewed fear rushed through her quite naturally. He'd taken off every stitch of his clothes while her eyes were closed, even his shoes and socks. His cock was a monster and he had a hard-on that would have choked a killer whale! It stood out proudly from his massive body, throbbing and dripping clear fluid from its pouting eye.
Beth knew she'd never be able to take it inside her. She gawked at it disbelievingly, comparing it with the few other penises she'd ever seen. There was no comparison. George's giant tool made all the rest seem like they belonged to little boys. His cock was as long as her forearm and as big around as her wrist, as black as midnight and twice as threatening! She had to beg off, had to think of some tactful way to retract her lustful request.
But she couldn't speak; the tape over her mouth would keep her silent till he chose to take it off. And she'd asked him not to remove it till after he'd ripped off her panties and screwed her! Staring in horror at his fantastic pole, Beth shuddered and let out a defeated little moan. She saw George smiling at her and realized he was mistaking her tiny whimpers and mumblings for lustful outcries.
Oh, Jesus, how will I ever get out of this? she wondered frantically.
Then he was positioning her, snapping picture after picture, moving her this way and that, shooting her from all possible angles, talking to her, complimenting her for looking so convincingly frightened, telling her she was going to make a wonderful model. Beth moaned through it all; finally she started crying. George was delighted by her tears and took even more pictures of her, running eye make-up and all, thinking she was on fire with lust instead of being scared shitless at the thought of receiving his gigantic rod.
The photographic lights went off. Beth looked up wildly as George leaped onto the bed. Her eyes begged him not to do it. She moaned incessantly, shaking her head violently and pleading uselessly through her gag. She felt his fingers hook under the crotchband of her panties and effortlessly rip it apart. She knew it was hopeless; he didn't understand; he took her trembling and her muffled pleas for lustful cravings.
She fell limp as he loomed over her, letting every muscle in her body relax. The result shocked her. Fear wasn't the only thing she felt. George was justified in thinking she was cock-hungry. No sooner had she given up the struggle, accepting the fact that she was going to have to take his enormous organ into her cunt, than she realized she did want it. She was still afraid of it -- very much so, in fact -- but now that she'd quit fighting her fear and resigned herself to the inevitable, the fever in her loins burst into red-hot desire.
His heavy body descended on her, his arms encircling her as the head of his rock-hard organ probed between her slippery cunt lips. Beth felt it push inward, sending searing pain throughout her body. She wailed through the gag, shutting her eyes and quaking all over as George rammed into her with a brutal lunge. The head of his cock banged into her cervix, pushing her uterus farther up into her belly and mercilessly stretching her aching cunt to fit the enormous girth and length of his black stanchion.
When his hot nuts were snuggled in the crack of her ass and his pubic mound was pressed tightly to hers, George paused and asked, "Is that the way you wanted it, baby?"
Of course, Beth couldn't answer. She wouldn't have been able to speak even if the gag hadn't been over her mouth. She breathed rapidly and harshly through widely dilated nostrils, her chest heaving as she struggled to open her legs more. She finally got the soles of her boots on the bed spread, with her knees as far apart as the rope around her ankles would permit. By that time the initial pain was ebbing away, leaving in its place the feeling of total penetration that is every woman's dream.
"Is that what you wanted, baby?" George asked again, concern evident in his voice now. "You're all right, aren't you?"
Letting her eyes open slowly, Beth gazed up at his dark face in absolute rapture. She tried to tell him it was wonderful, but of course he only heard a blissful stream of muffled words. She hunched her pelvis at him, urging him to get with it.
A smile spread over his face. He got the idea at once and drew his thick rod out till only the bulbous head was buried inside her. Then, with Beth whimpering as air rushed from her lungs, he slammed down and sent his cock reaming deep into her quivering belly. After that, he didn't speak again. Like the marvelous stud he was, he fucked her till she was nearly out of her mind, giving her one orgasm after another in such rapid succession that she seemed to be coming ceaselessly. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and sweat covered her body. Moaning and sobbing incessantly, she tossed her head and humped with him. When he finally gave up his sperm, it shot into her like hot water from a sun-warmed garden hose, bringing her to another climax, this one too intense to bear. She passed out and collapsed under him, having experienced the most thorough fucking of her life.
CHAPTER TEN
The swap party Walt and Jen had promised to arrange was not to be held at their place, after all. It was set up for the following Saturday night, four other couples having agreed to arrive at various times ranging from eight in the evening to midnight or a little later. George Hammond, who had no wife but was in the clique anyway because he was so popular with both the man and the women swingers, had offered to host the orgy at his partition-less house in Sausalito. Glen and Beth were to be picked up at their apartment about six by Walt and Jen, then the compatible foursome would ride to the party in one car.
When Beth awakened that Saturday morning-before her husband, as she almost always did-she lay quietly in bed, smoking and daydreaming about the erotic evening ahead. Since the party was to be at George's house, Beth decided she would have to tell Glen about her modeling for him before they went over there. She hadn't done so as yet-not because she was afraid he might disapprove but because she'd wanted to wait and surprise him by showing him the detective magazine with her picture on the cover. She knew now it was going to be accepted, because George had phoned her after developing and printing his shots, to tell her they'd come out great and at least one of them was sure to be bought.
It would be impossible to keep their association a secret from Glen, under the circumstances. He was plenty sharp enough to notice the affection that neither George nor she would be able to hide, and he would realize they knew each other quite well. But Beth still wasn't going to tell her husband about her bondage-induced orgasm, nor about the marvelous time she'd had on Monday, screwing with George after he'd finished taking the pictures. Glen would learn about that at the party, after it was well under way and had turned into an all-out orgy. Beth and George had cooked up a little plan over the phone which would let Glen and everyone else at the party know just how much bondage turned her on. Even thinking about the terrifically erotic scheme thrilled her right down to the tips of her painted toes. She could hardly wait for the day to pass and the party to begin. She got so hot thinking about it that she awakened Glen by going down on him.
When they arrived at George's shortly before eight that evening, he swung open the front door for them, grinning from ear to ear and announcing happily, "I'm sterile as a goddamned cuckoo! Come in you lovely people ... come in!
Glen wondered why this black giant should be so overjoyed about his condition. He stood back, looking guardedly at George as Jen and Beth kissed him hello and Walt shook hands with him. His appearance was somewhat upsetting to Glen. The shaven head, which Glen had to look up to see, gave George an aura of occultism and mysteriousness. The black velvet robe he wore added to the effect. When Glen shook hands with him, he felt slightly uneasy despite the friendly smile George flashed him and the warmth of his words and voice. He shrugged it off. After all, Beth had modeled for the man and she seemed to think as highly of him as Walt and Jen did. Glen decided it was only George's unusual appearance that had given him the eerie feeling; the shaven head and flowing black robe did make George look like the head priest at a Black Mass.
George took Jen and Beth by their hands and moved toward the bar, with Walt and Glen walking along behind. Music was playing softly from an unseen stereo, a pleasant sensual sound with an African flavor. The bar was well-stocked now and George set about mixing drinks, asking each guest what he or she wanted and fixing each drink without reference to a bar guide.
"What happened to vegetable juice?" Beth asked, surprised when George mixed himself a highball instead of opening a can of juice.
"This is a party," he grinned. "I don't party much, but when I do, I like to let my hair down."
"What hair?" Walt demanded, and they all laughed as George led them over to the living room area.
"I'm dying to see the pictures," Beth said as she sat down in the center of the couch and crossed her legs carelessly. "Aren't you, Glen?"
Glen nodded and George went to get the pictures, calling back, "I've already mailed the best ones off."
He returned with a manilla envelope and gave it to Beth as he sat down beside her. Beth took out the pictures, devouring each one with hungry eyes before she passed it to Glen, who in turn studied each shot closely before passing it on to Walt and Jen. Glen felt a bit uneasy looking at the pictures of his wife bound and gagged, especially the ones which showed her darkened panty crotch. He wondered about that but said nothing, not wanting to show his ignorance of professional photography techniques.
"Well, what do you think of them?" George asked.
"They're erotic as hell," Glen said.
Beth exclaimed, "I'm just thrilled to death! Oh, shit, I just can't wait till the magazine comes out!"
"You photograph well," Walt said, grinning at Beth. "You gonna use her again, George?"
Jen, glad for Beth but a bit envious, said, "They're great, but how come you've never used me, George?"
"You never showed any interest, Jen. And yes, Walt, I'm going to use Beth a lot more, if she wants to go on with it."
"Oh, I do," Beth said. "You don't have any objections, do you, Glen?"
Glen wasn't sure he liked his wife's posing for such pictures, but she was so thrilled about it he didn't have the heart to say no. He shared her thrill vicariously, just as he did when she was turned on sexually. "If you want to, baby, it's all right with me."
"I want to model too," Jen said insistently. "I know I don't have as much to show as Beth, with her lovely big boobs and all, but I'm no slouch, either."
"Hell no, you're not," George told Jen. "You have a lovely body. Not everyone goes for big tits, you know. I'll try you."
"When?" Jen asked, wanting to make George commit himself.
The doorbell rang. George got up and went to let in the new arrivals, talking to Jen as he walked. "Call me Monday. We'll set up a time. I don't have another assignment at the moment, so it'll have to be for some free-lance shots."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By ten o'clock the five couples present were having a hall. Everyone was feeling the drinks and each other, though no swapping had yet been engaged in. George kept them drinking and talking and dancing, waiting for the final couple to arrive before getting down to the more delightful business of the evening.
Beth was getting impatient. As she danced with George, she could see Glen and Liza -- a sensual, big-butted colored girl whose coal black beanpole husband who was dancing intimately with Jen -- fondling each other's genitals as they kissed hotly on the couch. George's big lovely cock pressing against her belly through his velvet robe made her want to get on with their plan.
She held him tight and rubbed her belly against his hard organ, putting her mouth as close to his ear as the difference in their heights would permit and whispering, "Let's go up to the bedroom, darling. I can't wait any longer!"
George glanced at the wall clock above the dining table. "I wanted to wait till Grace and Henrietta get here," he said. Then, after he'd checked the big room to see that everyone else was beginning to pair off, he added, "But I guess we'd better start getting with it before it's too late. Come on, baby."
Beth held George's big hand as they went up the stairs, her knees weak from the excitement she felt in the pit of her stomach. "Grace and Henrietta?" she asked. "A Lesbian couple?"
George laughed. "I refuse to answer on the grounds it might tend to incriminate me," he said, hurrying Beth up the top of the stairs and roughly swinging her onto the bed. "Get your drawers off, you cock-hungry little bitch!"
Five minutes later George went downstairs alone, a grin on his face as he moved toward the bar. He mixed fresh drinks and passed them around, making a point of butting in politely breaking up the action when any couple got too close to sexing. He kept it up for half an hour, not leaving any of his erotically aroused guests alone long enough for them to do anything but fondle and embrace. Then he decided enough time had passed. The atmosphere of the house was tense with sexual longing when he called for everyone's attention.
All eyes were on him, eager and questioning. He kicked off his sandals and threw off his robe, standing naked before his guests with his huge ebony cock at full erection. "Let's all get naked and go upstairs together," he said, grinning as one of the women, a diminutive redhead who was seeing his organ for the first time, stared at its size in fascinated horror. She was licking her lips absently, moving toward him as if hypnotized when he added, "Beth's up there having an orgasm all by herself. Let's go up and help her."
Glen watched the small red-haired girl reach out for George's immense dick. Her hand trembled and she sighed as her fingers tried in vain to encircle it completely. Then George's last remark struck him through the alcohol-induced dullness that had settled over his senses. He glanced around the house, looking for Beth, hut saw her nowhere. Without bothering to discard his clothes while all the rest of the guests were happily stripping, he crossed the room and started up the stairs, calling, "Beth? Beth, where are you?"
As he lopped the stairs, he gasped aloud and stood gaping at his wife. He didn't believe what he saw. There was Beth, moaning softly, in the center of the bed. A gag was over her mouth and her eyes were wild with desire. She was completely naked, spread-eagled on the bed with her arms and legs tied securely to the four corners. The green satin spread was dark beneath her buttocks, getting wetter by the second as she writhed and wriggled her dripping cunt. He could see her clitoris standing hard and red at the top of her blonde-fringed snatch. Tears overflowed her eyes as vaginal secretions oozed from her already slippery pussy.
"Beth? My God, honey, what's going on?" George quickly and silently mounted the stairs, moved past Glen and went to the bed. "She's all right, Glen. There's nothing to worry about. Nod your head if I'm right, Beth, so your husband won't be worried about you."
Dumbfounded, Glen watched the naked photographer stroke his wife tenderly as she looked at him and nodded her head. Beth was motioning to Glen with her head, trying to tell him something.
"She wants you to take off your clothes and sit down," George said.
"Beth?"
Beth nodded in assent, then ignored him entirely while he stripped off his clothes. He saw her gazing up at George through lust-glazed eyes as his big black hands moved caressingly over her body. Two black fingers jabbed deep into her cunt. Beth stiffened and let out a muffled sob, grinding her pelvis at George's hand as he tickled her vaginal walls. The others came up the stairs one by one, each of them showing a definite reaction to the sight of Beth helplessly gagged and spread-eagled on the bed.
It wasn't necessary for George to explain. Everyone got the idea. Jen took Liza by the hand and led her to the foot of the bed. They separated, Liza following Jen's example, one of the girls going on either side of the bed and sitting down. Immediately they dropped their heads, each taking one of Beth's berry-like nipples into her mouth and sucking on it.
Naked now, his cock throbbing, Glen sank into a strategically placed chair and watched the action. It was like an erotic nightmare. There lay his wife, bound and gagged, completely helpless, unable to prevent anything anyone chose to do to her. He realized what was going to happen-all the men were going to screw her. George was arranging the line-up, selecting the one with the smallest dick to go first. They were going to gang-bang her, and Beth was all for it. She seemed to be hotter than he'd ever seen her before, writhing and moaning as the two girls sucked her tits and ran their hands over her body. He could have stopped it; all he would have had to do was stand up and tell them all to go to hell. But he didn't; he couldn't. Beth wanted to be gang-banged and, strangely, he wanted to see it happen to her. Vicariously, he would be thrilled by the lewd orgy right along with his lustful wife. He stared intently as the first man knelt between her legs, then leaned forward and brought the head of his short prick into contact with her swollen cunt lips.
Beth moaned with delight as the man easily slid his rod all the way into her. She'd already had two orgasms before the rest of them came upstairs; being in bondage had worked its magic on her, and now, with Glen watching, she welcomed the first dick to penetrate her hungry cunt. The fact that her husband was watching it happen added to her excitement. The gag over her mouth made it impossible for her to speak, but she wanted to cry out, Oh, God, it's good!
So Good! The ropes bit at her wrists and ankles as the bed bounced with the rhythm of love. Jen's and Liza's mouths kept working at her hard nipples, sucking and nipping, adding to the pleasure of the nice little peter jabbing so fiercely in her fiery cunt. Before she was ready, the man fell heavily on her and emptied his balls. She whimpered as his warm fluid jetted into her, then closed her eyes and lay panting through her flared nostrils as he got up and another man took his place.
The next man felt better yet. He was heavier and his dick, though not any longer, was fatter than the first man's had been. It filled her vagina snugly but not entirely. She opened her eyes and looked right into Walt's grinning face. Instinctively she tried to kiss and hug him, but she could do neither. The gag prevented her lips from touching his and the ropes bit sharply at her wrists when she forgot and tried to throw her arms around his beautiful body. She fell back to the bed, sobbing as he pounded away at her.
Walt kissed her eyes and nose and cheeks as he fucked her. Again and again he told her she was a hot-assed little slut, hissing the word "slut" and harshly grinding his pelvis into hers. Each time he called her a slut, Beth felt her lust grow even stronger. She glanced over at Glen. Walt's verbal attack was having its effect on her husband, too, she saw. He was sitting on the edge of his chair, holding his hard dick and staring at them intently. Beth reached orgasm as she looked at Glen, her eyes squinting into slits and her face screwing up in bittersweet agony. She jerked against her bonds, enjoying the cut of the ropes as her cunt spasmed around Walt's plunging organ. Her dancing vagina sucked the sperm up from Walt's tight nuts, and as she relaxed and gave in to the final convulsions of her own climax, she felt Walt shoot his load deep inside her fluttering belly.
Still looking into Glen's excited eyes, Beth felt Walt pull his shrinking rod from her. As he climbed off the bed, she felt cum ooze from her puffy cunt and trickle down the crack of her widespread ass. She saw an intense expression come over her husband's face as the next man moved between her legs and shoved his lovely dick into her. Looking up at her new partner, Beth saw why Glen was grimacing. It was Liza's skinny husband, his thick dark lips pulled back over his white teeth as he rammed his cock deep into her body.
Beth's eyes widened as she looked up at him. He hammered at her so furiously that the bed sang out in protest, even though he weighed much less than Walt did. He fucked like a wild man, his belly wetly slapping Beth's and his balls swinging into the crack of her soft ass with a lewd splatting sound each time the full length of his shaft burrowed into her slick sheath. He was pounding her butt right into the mattress, and all she could do was lie there and take it. His pistoning ass drove his cock at a fantastic speed. His tool was as thick as Walt's, only longer; he was slamming it in so hard his pelvis was flattening her pubic mound and the head of his rod was maddeningly bumping into the mouth of her womb.
Beth was nearly out of her mind with pleasure when she felt his prick jab in deep and twitch out of control. She thrashed beneath him, panting and sobbing as his hot juice ricocheted off her sensitive cervix. Then he was gone, and as his warm fluid washed past her winking asshole, Beth groaned out in protest at the loss of his beautiful black cock.
Her groan ended in a gasp of joy as another dick rapidly plunged into her. She didn't bother to open her eyes this time. She didn't care who the man screwing her was. The only thing that mattered to her was the exquisite sensation of his fat dick rushing up her cum-drenched tunnel. She was so near another orgasm that her cunt began fluttering as soon as the head of the new joystick touched her cervix. With her vaginal walls rhythmically clasping the latest pecker to penetrate her, Beth blubbered out her climax while the cock stroked on smoothly.
But her gripping pussy was so hot and slick by then that the man couldn't stand it very long. Beth was only halfway through coming when she felt him slam home and grunt hoarsely, his cock spewing its nectar far up inside her quivering belly.
There was no mistaking the identity of the next man who climbed onto the bed. George weighed nearly three hundred pounds, and when he got on any bed, it sagged. Beth opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly as he settled over her. His elbows pushed the tit-sucking girls out of the way, then dug into the mattress on either side of Beth to hold the bulk of his weight off her.
Slowly he descended on her, letting the bulbous head of his enormous cock touch lightly between the yawning lips of her overheated pussy and inch into her body gently. Beth shut her eyes to savor the moment, breathing raggedly as more and more of George's sweet organ penetrated her. Fucking with the others had been nothing but warming-up exercises, foreplay to get her ready for the throbbing root which grew sturdily from George's giant body. Beth shuddered with joy from head to toe as George fed more and more of his fantastic cock into her fuck-soaked cunt. Her pussy lips clung to the thick black pole, folding inward and jerking along the disappearing shaft.
Dizziness swept over Glen as he stared in complete disbelief and utter fascination at the gigantic black cock entering his wife's blonde pussy. His eyes were lying to him, he thought; they had to be, for Beth couldn't possibly accommodate the pylon George was pushing into her writhing body. Glen shut his eyes and quickly shook his head to clear it. But when he looked again, the same lascivious sight greeted him. Beth was moaning as if she was going out of her pretty head now, with George rotating his hips to feed the last two inches of his organ into her squirming flesh. Then, as Glen heard himself moaning along with Beth, something inside her seemed to give way and George suddenly fell on her, driving his massive cock in to the hilt and grunting with pleasure. The sound of his balls splatting into the crack of Beth's ass rang lewdly in Glen's ears.
It was by far the most carnal scene Glen had ever witnessed. The four men preceding George had made his mind reel as one after another jumped on his helpless wife and fucked her rapaciously. But now he could hardly breathe. In fascinated horror he gawked at Beth and the giant George, who was beginning to hump now, slowly withdrawing the unbelievable length of his thick rod. Beth's cunt lips were engorged with blood, swollen and red from the intense excitement she obviously felt. Her pussy clung to George's dark tool, its lips distending around his shaft as he pulled back, trying to suck it back into the moist heat of her hungry body.
Glen dimly wondered if George was pulling out of Beth in slow motion or if his own mind had snapped under the strain and was playing tricks on him. From where he was sitting, Glen could see between their legs. He stared hotly at the long black prick leaving his wife's body. It was darker coming out of her than it had been going in. Bits of stringy white sperm clung to the dark rod, sperm which the other men had blown into Beth and which had mixed with her own secretions. The mixture of male and female juices covered George's pecker, making it glisten wetly as he drew it from her cunt and the light reflected off it.
Once more George gently bore down and backed up. Then Glen saw his face take on a serious expression. He began fucking Beth slowly and rhythmically, thrusting the full length of his rod into her heaving belly and withdrawing it just as smoothly. Beth threw her head about as if she couldn't stand it, as if the big black organ was giving her so much pleasure she had to move at least a part of her body or blow up because of rapidly rising inner tensions. A constant stream of moans and whimpers issued from her tossing head, coming out of her flared nostrils and ringing with a nasal twang.
The others were standing around the railing now, staring at the bed and fondling each other's sex organs as George kept humping away at Beth. Glen fought the urge to jump on the bed with them, to kiss Beth and stroke her with his trembling hands as George pumped his enormous pole in and out of her tautly stretched pussy.
Glen knew his wife was thrilling to the giant Negro as she had never thrilled to him. Strangely, he found he really didn't mind. As always when Beth was receiving sexual enjoyment, he was getting vicarious pleasure. As long as she wanted George screwing her, or anyone else for that matter, it was all right with him. Before long she was blasting off, wailing out her orgasm through her nose and thrashing beneath George as he picked up speed and drove his big dick back and forth in her throbbing cunt, making her climax even more intense.
After Beth had calmed down from her shuddering climax, George increased his efforts even more. Bit by bit he increased his tempo, his protuberant buttocks rising and falling above her in a long arc, nearly bringing his cock out of her each time and ramming it back in all the way without a pause. Beth seemed to love it. Even though she couldn't put her arms or legs around her bulky black lover, she did manage to buck her hips, shoving up to meet him. Her motions were restricted, but still it inflamed Glen to see her throwing it up to George that way. The ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles didn't seem to affect her at all. In fact, Beth didn't seem to notice them nor to feel any pain as she strained at her harsh bonds. Her hands were made into fists and her toes were curled downward. The muscles of her abdomen rippled as she used them to bounce her snatch. Her tits swayed and jiggled.
George went wild then. Beth's hunching was more than his cool could take. Frantically, he hammered his long, fat cock into her tightly gripping cunt. The bed creaked and popped under his sudden attack; it threatened to fall apart as he began shouting obscenities and hitting into Beth's slurping crotch with a flurry of vicious thrusts. The full weight of his body was on her and his ass moved like lightning. He abandoned the grace and fluidity of his long, measured strokes and began jerking and grunting, jabbing erratically and forcefully with short, brutal lunges.
"They're gonna come!" shrieked a female voice, ragged with lust. "Cut her loose ... cut her loose!"
Glen glanced quickly at the source of the voice. It was the tiny redhead who had been so hypnotized by the size of George's organ. She rushed to the dresser and grabbed a pair of scissors, then hurried back to the foot of the bed and began trying to free Beth's ankles.
George's heavy bag of sperm-filled balls was pulling up tight against his body when one of Beth's ankles was cut free. She immediately threw her leg around his pumping butt, trying to help him bang even harder into her abused cunt. When her other ankle came free, the head of George's cock was wedged tight in the mouth of her womb, twitching out of control. She threw her other leg around him, locking her ankles over the small of his back and holding him to her, trembling and sobbing, waiting for his explosion.
The red-haired girl forgot about Beth's wrists. The commotion of the impending orgasm sounded like Beth and George were both about to die. George was gasping hoarsely and grinding his pelvis harshly against Beth's, his cock stuck deep in her quivering belly. Beth was trying to shout out her lust through the gag, right on the brink of an excruciatingly intense orgasm, the heels of her feet beating staccato taps on the firm cheeks of George's black ass.
"Jesus!" the redhead moaned. "Oh, Jesus!" She dropped the scissors and began rubbing her own hot little cunt.
Beth's fluttering pussy lips on his twitching shaft took George the last sweet step toward orgasm. He dropped his face into the pillow and made a choking sound as his cock blew a mass of hot cum directly into the open mouth of Beth's battered womb. Beth relished the gush of hot jism shooting from the throbbing head of George's fully planted rod and bathing the inside of her uterus. Nothing had ever been so mind-blowing to Beth as that flood of male fuck juice, hot and thick and creamy, pulsing forcefully into her innermost female organ.
Glen saw Beth's eyes roll upward till her pupils were hidden. He heard her gasping for air through her nose, trying frantically to keep from passing out with the bliss of total fulfillment. He jumped up and dove for the bed, grabbing a corner of her gag and ripping it from her mouth.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, good God!!!" Beth screamed shrilly. Then she began kissing George's face wildly and chanting, "Sweet man ... wonderful dick ... big and black and hot ... Oh, lord! How I love to fuck!!!"
George clamped his mouth over Beth's, his thick lips covering hers entirely as his tongue shot into her sucking mouth.
Glen was out of his head with lust. He ran his hands over their quivering bodies. One of Beth's tits was invitingly poking out to the side, where George's heavy chest had mashed it. Glen bent swiftly and kissed her hard nipple. He rubbed her nearest thigh and hip with the palm of his hand as he took the pink crest into his mouth and sucked it longingly. Good God, how long is George going to keep coming? he wondered. His own prick was throbbing with need. He wanted Beth at that moment more than he had ever wanted her before. Watching her take on one man after another had set a fire in his loins, a fire hotter than any he'd ever known.
Finally George stopped blowing his wad. Glen didn't even wait for him to get off the bed. As soon as George took his slightly diminishing rod from Beth's gaping twat, Glen slid over one of her legs while the photographer crawled away on the other side. Following George, who turned from the bed and headed straight for the bar, everyone but the Fosters went back downstairs to continue the party.
Glen held himself poised above his wife, gazing down into her rapturous face until the last head had disappeared below the top of the stairs. Then, with Beth still panting for breath, he dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately as he jammed his cock at her messy snatch hole. He groaned into her sucking mouth. The heat inside her body was like a furnace, but the walls of her stretched vagina were loose and sloppy. His cock might as well have been in a jar of hot water for all the good her cunt was to him. He could barely tell he had it in her, except for the feverlike heat of her body around it.
Sick at heart, Glen withdrew his dick from the gaping hole of his wife's pussy. But his lust demanded satisfaction. It was confusing as hell. For a moment he thought of sliding up Beth's sweat-covered body and ramming his cock down her throat and fucking her mouth just as he would a snatch. But she was still having trouble catching her breath. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, her chest rising and falling as she gulped down air. He thought of her asshole, which was still virgin territory. He'd tried to insert his penis in her anus only the day before, but Beth had yelled in pain and made him stop. Now he would do it anyway, whether she liked it or not. He loved her dearly but, by God, he just had to get his nuts off, and at the moment no other woman would do. It had to be Beth.
Hooking his arms under the backs of her knees, he pulled her legs up till her thighs touched her heaving chest. Her brown ring felt hot and tight as he pressed the knob of his throbbing dick into it. She wasn't expecting his action and all her muscles were at rest, including her anal sphincter. With one quick thrust he buried his cock in the seething tunnel of her butt. Beth squealed shrilly and loudly, her eyes wide open as she stared up at his lust-glazed face.
"Oh, God, Glen! It hurts... hurts so bad! You're tearing me, darling ... tearing me apart!"
But Glen couldn't stop. He was hammering into her soft butt with jerky and rapid strokes, probing deep inside her rectum and bending his cock around in this new-found channel of lust, moaning at the fantastic heat in her shit chute and the unbelievably tight fit around his shaft. He looked down at her face, saw her grimacing and gritting her teeth at the pain his cock was imparting to her tender young butt. He went right on ramming his rod at her, buffeting her body, jarring her, pounding her into the mattress in a flurry of wild hunching. Then, with Beth crying and sobbing, he slammed deep into her oven-like ass and shot his pent-up load. Stars burst before his eyes. He plunged his face into the crook of her neck and bit into her flesh, making her scream as his scalding semen shot into the depths of her quivering bowels.
When he regained his senses, he saw what he'd done to her. Big red tooth marks covered her neck. He thanked God he hadn't bitten hard enough to make her bleed. Strangely, Beth seemed very much at peace. It didn't appear to have bothered her in the least-not the ugly marks his teeth had left on her throat nor the pain his penis had caused in her ass. She lay there smiling up at him, content and serene, looking more beautiful than ever.
"Baby, baby," he cooed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, honey. I just got so carried away I didn't know what I was doing."
"It's all right, darling. I know ... I know."
Beth's calm acceptance absolved him from guilt, and now that his lust was no longer at the boiling point, he had a sudden, very strong urge to examine her much-used cunt. He saw her upper lip twitch slightly with pain as he pulled his half-hard organ from her light butt hole. He kissed her tenderly, then quickly slid down her body and brought his face close to her messy crotch.
"Jesus, Beth!" he wailed. "That big buck reamed you a new hole!"
"It'll go back into shape," she soothed.
He touched her cum-oozing pussy, inserting three fingers and wiggling them freely. "I think I could get my whole hand in there!"
"Don't be silly, Glen. George and I screwed after we took the pictures on Monday. My cunt was nice and tight for you in bed that night, wasn't it?"
"No, by God, it wasn't! So that's what was wrong. You've been cheating on me!"
"For God's sake, Glen. Don't try to act like you really care. You know damn good and well I was going to tell you. The only reason I didn't is because I wanted you to see me tied and raped like this. I knew you'd get a kick out of seeing me gang-banged."
"Raped? How can you call it rape? You and George- had it all planned ahead of time, didn't you? You loved every friggin' minute of it, didn't you?"
Beth grinned at her frustrated and angry husband, nodding her head in agreement. But the next minute she was gasping in pain, for Glen did just what he'd said he thought he could do-he stuck his whole hand into her cunt! Almost half his forearm shot up her vagina, not stopping till his middle finger was poking her cervix.
For a second, Glen didn't realize what he'd done. When he saw his arm in his wife's pussy, he gasped and jerked it out, staring in horror at her yawning chasm. He had hurt her again, had made her cunt all the looser. His hand was covered with blobs of white sperm and her clear fluid. More mixed fuck juices were seeping from her sloppy opening. Beth was crying, her body racked by sobs as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Baby, baby!" Glen moaned, dropping his face to her pussy and wildly kissing it all over. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, darling ... love you ... love you ..."
Then he couldn't talk any more because his mouth was open wide and his lips were pressed lightly to the outside edges of Beth's hair-covered lips, his tongue darting deep into her vagina, lapping furiously at its cum-drenched walls.
"Glen! No, Glen!"
But Glen was unable to hear her, he was so tuned out on the rest of the world at the moment. Beth heard him slurp loudly as his mouth pulled a fraction of an inch away from her opening. She heard the gulp as he swallowed the leavings of lust his eager tongue had gathered from her messy channel. Again his hot mouth covered her blonde pussy with hungry urgency. She gasped in pure delight as he sucked harshly, creating a vacuum, drawing her womb down, collapsing her vaginal walls together and sending spears of joy careening through her body.
"Oh, Glen," she breathed, "Yes, darling ... yes! Suck me dry!"
Locking her legs tightly around her husband's head, Beth sighed again and again, giving herself over to the intense pleasure as he cleaned out her gang-fucked cunt with his greedy mouth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Glen and Beth rejoined the party several minutes later, it had turned into a mass of writhing bodies. They stood at the foot of the stairs, holding hands and watching the action on the carpeted floor. There before them was a circle of human flesh composed of four males and four females, lying head to crotch. In each woman's mouth was a hard dick, and each man had his face pressed between a woman's thighs. The gals were bobbing their heads back and forth, letting the cocks fill their mouths again and again. The men's heads were moving too, though not as frantically as the women's, as they licked the moist cunts up and down and happily slurped away.
No one paid any attention to Glen and Beth. Their presence was as yet unknown. The skinny black man was the only one outside the circle suck, but he wasn't being neglected. He was wildly humping away at a female butt. Glen noticed that the girl he was thoroughly sodomizing was the diminutive redhead who had been so taken with George's massive cock. She was still very much taken with it, in fact, for she had as much of his juicy rod in her mouth as she could possibly manage. Her slurps could be heard above all the others. She moaned and sucked frenziedly, reveling in the double-pronged invasion. She seemed overjoyed at having the attentions of both of the black men, one with his throbbing organ in her hot mouth and the other with his cock jabbing furiously inside her tight asshole. Meanwhile, a white man was sucking her box. No one could accuse this lady of being in the least prejudiced, one way or the other.
The doorbell rang. George took his head from between Liza's thighs and started to push the redhead's mouth off his dick so he could get up. Then he saw Glen and Beth looking on and motioned for them to open the door, saying, "That's probably Grace and Henrietta."
His mouth was wet and slick with Liza's copious vaginal secretions. He grinned and licked his lips as Glen and Beth moved past him on their way to the door. Then he returned his mouth to the dark pit of Liza's cunt and went on tonguing and sucking her. The redhead choked, trying to take his bulbous glans down her throat in a sudden fit of unbridled lust.
Glen and Beth let Grace and Henrietta in and introduced themselves. Both girls were very attractive, Grace short and shapely and Henrietta tall and willowy. Grace moved to Glen and took his cock in her soft hand, squeezing it lustfully as she kissed him hungrily. Beth let Henrietta take her in her arms and fondle her bare buttocks as she brought her heavily painted, moist lips to Beth's and thrust her tongue into her mouth.
When Henrietta stepped back, Beth saw that Grace's kissing and fondling had Glen's dick well on its way to a complete recovery.
"They've started without us," Henrietta said to Grace in a throaty, sultry voice.
Grace dropped to her knees before Glen, kissing and licking the head of his hardening organ. "Who gives a shit?"
she asked, going on with her oral ministrations. Undress me while I get Glen ready, will you? God, do I ever need fucked!"
At Henrietta's suggestion, Beth helped her get Grace out of her clothing as she bobbed her head back and forth on Glen's cock and hotly fondled his balls. Grace was even lovelier naked that she had been dressed. Her short-cropped black hair shone healthily as she sucked Glen's rod, her full lips distending as her head moved away from him and folding inward as she slid forward till her forehead bumped intimately against his abdomen. Her tits were large and soft, sagging a little as the bra was taken off her, then swaying delightfully as her upper body moved.
With everything removed but her skirt and panties, Grace slurped lasciviously as she released Glen's throbbing rod and stood. Quickly, she took off the rest of her clothes, smiling at all three of them. "It looks like a lovely orgy. How much have we missed?"
"Beth was tied to the bed and gang-humped," Glen said with a bit of embarrassment. He waved toward the circle suck and added, "They were hooked up like that when we came downstairs."
"Mmm, how erotic!" Henrietta exclaimed. "Do you dig bondage, honey?"
Before Beth could answer, Grace said, "Don't let Henrietta tie you up ... unless you like being spanked."
"I've never been spanked," Beth said. "My parents didn't believe in it."
"Well," Grace grinned, "don't say I didn't warn you. Come on, handsome. Let's you and me turn that couch into a pleasure garden!"
As Grace and Glen walked away hand in hand, Beth stood awkwardly and let Henrietta move behind her and pat her fleshy buttocks. The pats got harder and harder, till the sound of her hand smacking Beth's bottom was ringing through the air and she was feeling the heat build up. Then Henrietta stopped spanking Beth and moved around to face her, taking her in her arms and hugging her tightly.
"Christ, that's a sweet bottom!" Henrietta moaned, looking deep into Beth's eyes as she cupped a warm pink cheek in each hand and jiggled Beth's tender globes. "I hope you didn't mind my little love pats."
Strangely, Beth hadn't minded. She'd stood there letting her butt be slapped rather hard and found it more pleasant than painful. And now, with her skin stinging and the warmth glowing inside her, Beth said, "I didn't mind. It was kind of nice."
"You little darling!" Henrietta gushed. "How about lying across my lap and letting me beat your sweet ass good?"
"I don't mind," Beth said, "if you'll promise to stop when I ask you to." "Come on!"
Henrietta took Beth's hand and led her to the dining table. She pulled out a chair, turned it around, sat down in it, then eased Beth across her lap with her tail sticking out to best advantage.
The spanking began, gently at first, with the hand slapping lightly all over Beth's rear. The heat built up in her flesh till Beth couldn't help squirming. The more she wiggled, the harder the hand whacked at her bouncing butt. Soon the sound of the spanking was ringing in Beth's ears and she could hear herself moaning with each stinging blow.
"Do you like it, honey? ' Henrietta asked excitedly. "Is it doing anything for you?"
It was doing something to her, but Beth couldn't say exactly what. The cheeks of her ass were burning now and the heat seemed to be moving into her body, centering in her loins and making her pussy weep, as well as her eyes. She looked up at Henrietta through a mist of tears, her face screwed up in bittersweet agony, and hissed, "Harder! Spank me harder!"
Henrietta grinned down at her tortured face and a resounding blow landed dead center on Beth's hot ass, making her whole body quake and her reddened buttocks jiggle appealingly. "Like that, honey?"
"Yesss!" Beth yelled, the tears overflowing her eyes and running down her cheeks. "Oh, God! I think I'm gonna come!
"Lovely! Oh, how utterly divine! I'll make you come, sweetheart. I'll make you come all over my lap!"
And with that, Henrietta began laying into Beth hot and heavy. Beth thought she would die. She cried out again and again, writhing on Henrietta's lap and rubbing her clitoris on the tall girl's firm thigh. She was dimly aware of something hard and warm pressing into her waist as Henrietta joyously beat her exposed backside. The heat built and built until Beth was sobbing and thrashing wildly under the rain of stinging blows. Her ass quivered and jerked, burning and smarting unbearably.
Still Henrietta kept spanking her, holding one arm on Beth's waist so she couldn't flop onto the floor and slapping brutally at her raw buttocks. The heat and pain rushed through Beth's flesh like electricity through copper, converging in her loins and building up to the limit in her pussy. Then, all at once, when as much of the bittersweet torment as Beth could bear had accumulated inside her body, a blinding explosion seemed to burst her apart. She screamed at the top of her voice, her every nerve raw and jagged, "brutally pinching her own nipples as orgasm racked her body. She bucked frantically, sobbing about how god awful good it felt as Henrietta held her and stroked her sore butt and kissed her back and neck.
Henrietta let Beth ride out her climax on her lap, holding her thrashing form to keep her from slipping off and falling to the floor. When Beth finally grew still, Henrietta pushed her to her knees and spread her own nylon-clad legs. "Now it's your turn to do something nice for me, baby. I want you to use your pretty mouth. Put your head under my dress and give me a blow job."
Her mind still in the foggy afterglow of intense orgasm, Beth let her head be pushed between Henrietta's knees. She kissed the long, smooth thighs, letting the dress cover her head as she went higher and higher. She knew well before she reached the top band of the sheer nylons that Henrietta had drowned her genitals in powder and perfume. The scent under her dress was overpowering. It made Beth a bit dizzy, and added to the total darkness as she brought her face nearer the fragrant crotch, it gave her a sensation of smothering in a grave filled with flowers. The whole situation made her head reel, it was such a lewd thing! Everyone else at the orgy was completely naked except Henrietta.
Thinking it very strange indeed, Beth kissed her way past the tops of Henrietta's nylons and over the smooth, perfumed flesh of her upper thighs. Suddenly she wanted to suck her off more than anything else in the world. In a fit of lust, Beth thrust her face into Henrietta's open crotch-and got the shock of her life. Under the warm, sachet-scented panties was a rigid cock, throbbing with desire!
"Don't stop," the transvestite gasped, holding Beth's head to his crotch under the dress. "Jerk my panties to the side. Suck my cock, baby. Get your hot mouth on me and gobble me up!"
Beth wanted to laugh. Grace and Henrietta were hardly a Lesbian couple, as George had let her think. Henrietta was definitely a Henry, with seven inches of rock-hard prick to prove it. Beth's inclination to laugh faded abruptly when she reached into the panties and grasped Henry's rod. It smelled every bit as feminine as the rest of him, but it damned sure didn't feel like anything that ever grew on a woman. Henry had a rip-roaring hard-on. Beth's mouth watered as she dragged it out through the leg hole of his scented drawers.
Moaning with lust at the weird situation, Beth took his cock into her moist mouth and sank forward till she felt the head pressing into the soft membrane at the back of her throat. She sucked voraciously on the sweet-smelling dick, wildly bobbing her head up and down on it, licking its weeping eye as it nearly left her mouth, making little gagging sounds as she gobbled it into her willing throat.
"That's enough... that's enough!" Henry gasped, pushing her face from his crotch as he stood up.
The light almost blinded Beth as Henry lifted his dress off her head. She let him lake her hand and pull her to her feet. Not realizing what he intended, Beth allowed him to bend her over the table till her upper body was resting on the cool, polished wood. Then Henry was bending over her, kissing her, starting at the base of her neck and working down her back, talking to her soothingly all the while. When he began kissing the reddened cheeks of her ass, Beth didn't give a damn about anything else. So his soft lips were painted with lipstick and he was a bit odd, she thought, but Jesus H. Christ, were those strange lips ever educated! Beth sighed longingly as Henry kissed every inch of her feverish butt, his tongue flashing over her abused skin and leaving it glistening wetly. When his fingers probed between the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart, Beth stiffened and held her breath. But the spear of hard cock she'd expected didn't come. She felt his face pressing into her musky gorge. Then his tongue, hot and wet, licked up and down the crack of her ass, making her gasp in pure delight as the tip flickingly teased her sensitive anus.
"Henry! Oh, that's divine, Henry!"
"Henrietta!" he hissed. "Call me Henrietta!"
Though it struck Beth as odd, his wanting to be called Henrietta wasn't at all funny at the moment His educated lips and tongue were nothing to laugh at Beth loved what he was doing to her. Had he asked her to call him Queenie, Beth would gladly have done so as long as he kept licking and tonguing her hot asshole. His tongue shot up her anal canal, bringing a guttural groan from Beth and making her wiggle her tail more snugly over his face.
Across the room, she could see the circle suck breaking up. Glen was seated on the couch with Grace facing him, sitting astride his thighs and bouncing joyously up and down in his lap, sprinkling little kisses all over his face as his cock filled her needy cunt again and again. Beth called to her husband. He turned toward her, a dreamy expression on his face as Grace went on riding his hard pole. His expression changed to one of mild shock as he saw Henrietta kneeling and eating Beth's asshole. Then he grinned at his wife's blissful expression as she blew him a kiss. He pursed his lips as if to throw a kiss back, then turned to Grace again and took one of her floppy tits in each hand to help her jerk her cunt up and down his rod at a faster tempo. Beth shut her eyes to savor the sensation of hot slippery tongue rushing in and out of her anus. God, but it feels good! she marveled. It was so good, in fact, that Beth was actually beginning to long for something more substantial than the lovely tongue.
"Henrietta!" she hissed.
Immediately he pulled his tongue from her butt and drew back his face. "Shall I fuck it now, honey?" "Be gentle with me," she pleaded.
Grinning at the ragged lust in her voice, Henrietta raised his skirt and shoved the head of his prick between the spit-slick cheeks of her undulating ass. When his glans found her puckered opening, he dropped his skirt over her hips and leaned forward. His hands slid around her to hold her tits as he nudged part way into her anus.
"Ohhh .. . oh, what a lovely bottom!" he crooned. "I'll be gentle with you, Beth. You'll enjoy it."
"I enjoyed your tongue," Beth panted, wagging her ass.
"Then you'll love my cock in your sweet hole, darling," he assured her, kissing her neck and cheek and ear as he very gently popped the hot knob of his dick into her quivering body. "There! Does it hurt, honey?" "Good! It hurts good!"
"You little darling," he cooed, slipping three more inches of hard meat up her butt. He squeezed her tits lightly, watching her eyes widen and feeling her shudder with delight. He stopped a moment to let her catch her breath.
"More!" Beth gasped. "More!"
Beth whimpered and sobbed as Henrietta slowly fed the remainder of his stiff organ into her asshole. When she felt smooth nylon press against her buttocks and his hairy balls came firmly into contact with the swollen lips of her hot cunt, she heaved a great sigh of relief. She had it all, and knowing how much cock was planted up her ass thrilled her to the core. She realized ass fucking was all a matter of technique. Where Glen had hurt her at first, Henrietta had made her entire body sing with pleasure.
"How is it, sweetheart?" Henrietta asked. "Was I right? Do you like it?"
"Fuck me," Beth moaned. "I love it... dearly love it! Fuck me, Henrietta. Fuck me hard!"
Beth got exactly what she asked for. As Henrietta rammed away happily in her right, hot asshole, a constant stream of sighs and curses rolled from Beth's trembling lips. She could feel the plump head of his prick thrusting deep inside her. Nothing had ever felt better to her or thrilled her more. She loved being sodomized so thoroughly. She loved the way her anus clung so tightly to the shaft that was jabbing rapid-fire strokes into her depths. Only one thing could have been better than having this cock in her ass, she thought, and that would have been having one in her pussy at the same time.
"Come with me, Henrietta," she said, straightening up to a standing position.
She reached behind her, holding onto his skirted ass and making him walk across the room with her. She went straight for Walt. He got the idea when he saw them coming stiff-legged toward him. The sight brought his cock up to the ready by the time she reached him. Taking his stiff rod in hand, he held it at cunt level and let Beth walk right onto it. Then, putting his arms around both their bodies, Walt leaned backward and toppled them to the floor.
Walt was on the bottom, tensing his strong buttocks to keep his dick stirring in Beth's cunt as Henrietta fucked her butt with long, smooth strokes. Beth loved having two dicks inside her at the same time; she was enjoying it so much, in fact, that she wanted to try for three!
She saw George grinning at her. His meat was only half hard, but it looked mouth-watering to her, just the same. "George! Come here, daddy! Feed me!"
George came over and lay down beside the three writhing bodies, placing his big black pole alongside Beth's face. He cupped her head in his hand and pulled her parted lips to the head of his rod. "There it is, baby. Go at it."
He needn't have bothered to encourage her; Beth greedily took his bulbous glans into her mouth and began licking it wildly. Having a hard male organ in each of her three sensual openings was too much for Beth. As the hot head of George's dick pressed into her throat, Beth began spasming around the ones in her cunt and butt. Her snatch and asshole convulsed rhythmically around the rods within them, making her moan and shudder. It got even better as her winking anus sucked the juice from Henrietta's nuts. It shot deep into her bowels almost at the same instant Walt sprayed her womb with his offering of hot love juice. Sobbing through her nose, Beth forced her throat to take most of George's thick cock. Gurgling, she swallowed rapidly around the massive dick and before she'd finished coming, George rewarded her too. He grabbed her head and pulled her face tight against his belly, shoving the full length of his enormous tool into her, mashing her lips into the coarse hair of his pubis as he emptied his load deep in her gulping throat The eastern horizon was giving birth to Sunday morning when Walt and Jen dropped off Beth and Glen in front of their apartment house. They entered the building holding hands, neither of them speaking as they went up the stairs and down the hall.
"My ass is dragging," Glen said, grinning as he held the door open for Beth.
"Mmm," Beth mumbled. "Mine too. You hungry? God, I'm starved!"
"I could eat a sandwich," Glen said. Then, teasingly, he added, "How about going to bed with me first?"
Beth smiled at him. "Darling, I'm turning you down for the first time. Much as I love fucking, I don't think I'll want any more for at least a week."
They both laughed. "It was a blast, wasn't it?" Glen remarked.
"Jen said she'd arrange a big party next weekend. Said she'd get some sexy movies and we'd get to meet the rest of their group."
Beth fixed sandwiches and milk, which they devoured in almost no time. Beth rinsed the glasses and plates, then they went back to the bedroom. Beth noticed it as soon as she walked into the room-the faint light coming through the window clearly revealed a lump of body size in the center of their bed.
She froze. "Glen," she whispered, "either we're in the wrong apartment or you'd better call the police."
She pointed to the bed just as its occupant sighed sleepily and turned toward them. Glen flipped on the overhead light.
It was a man, holding his arm over his eyes to protect them from the sudden glare of harsh light. "Turn that damned light off! Glen, where the hell have you been with our wife all night? By God, I don't approve of her being out at all hours!"
"Ron!" Beth shrieked.
"Who else?" Ron asked, grinning as he moved his arm. "Arizona agreed with mother so much she up and married again. I'm home to stay this time. Now will you two turn off that damned light and come to bed?"
The sun was well up in the sky when Beth finally fell asleep. Everything was once again perfect in her life. Glen was every bit as happy to have Ron back as she was. She knew she'd be the envy of every woman at the big party next weekend when she arrived with not one but two handsome husbands. But then, she thought just before she dozed off, maybe the three of them wouldn't go to the party, after all. The love and affection they shared was a very rare and lovely thing. It could well last for a lifetime, with none of them ever wanting or needing anyone or anything else.