He wasn't exactly what she'd been looking for. But she guessed he'd have to do. She didn't have all that much time. He had a nice face and friendly eyes. He didn't appear to be a rough character, the type she'd always been fortunate enough not to pick, so she might as well take her usual gamble.
Bonita Cordell boldly gazed into the mirror behind the bar and met the reflected eyes. She let a little smile play about her full lips, feeling a surge of excitement when the man accepted her silent invitation. If all went well, she'd soon be having what she'd been wanting all day.
Smiling broadly, he brought his drink over, then asked the expected question while still standing. She told him that she didn't care for another drink, he slipped into the booth opposite her, and the little wrinkles around his eyes told her that he was even older than she'd thought.
"My name's Bonita, and I'm not a hustler," she said, meeting his light blue eyes. "I thought we could talk for a few minutes and just kind of see what happens."
"My name's Fred, Bonita, and I'm flattered because you're willing to just let me sit down and talk."
"Are you married, Fred?"
She figured that he was in his late forties, he didn't answer right away. She knew that he was trying to come up with the answer that he thought she might want to hear. She didn't help him. She wasn't really interested in his marital status; she was only asking to prepare the way for the offer she was going to make.
Finally, he said, "I have a daughter as old as you are, Bonita." He grinned. "Yes, I'm married and I'm still working at it fairly regularly. I'm here in this city on business, and I won't go home for a couple of days."
"Does your wife play while you're away?"
"I'd be afraid to ask her," Fred said good-naturedly. "I think it's better not to know some things."
"You have something there," Bonita said, wondering if she should bother to give the reason why she was a cheating wife. "Your daughter isn't twenty-six, is she, Fred?"
"Twenty. Hey, I wasn't trying to give you a snow job!"
"I'm sure you weren't," Bonita said. "Are you staying near here?"
"I have a hotel room within walking distance."
"I've been married since I was your daughter's age, Fred. I'm still working at my marriage, too. Do you cheat on your wife often?"
"Not as often as I'd like to," Fred said, chuckling softly. "I'm just an ordinary-looking fellow, as you can so plainly see, and I never had many opportunities, even when I was younger. I'm pushing fifty now and it isn't as if many attractive young females even notice me."
"Men can usually get anything they can afford."
"I have four children, Bonita; two in college and two in high school. However, I'm not exactly broke right now and-"
"Don't say it," Bonita interrupted. "I caught my husband cheating six weeks after we got married. I cried, raised hell, and told him that if he did it again I'd do the same. He did, and I did. That's the way it's been ever since. We don't talk about it, but I can always tell when he has been with a woman. At the first opportunity, and when I'm in the mood, I go find myself a man."
"Am I going to be the lucky man this time?"
"If you like," Bonita said.
Fred said that he liked so much that if he were younger it'd be showing. Then he quickly added that she didn't have to worry about him not being able to perform; that his wife, at forty-five, was still sexy and he'd never had any complaints from her. Bonita didn't say anything. But she was glad to hear the news.
They finished their drinks and left. It was a short walk to the small hotel. The desk clerk didn't even look up. They took the self-service elevator to the fourth floor.
Walking along the hallway, Bonita felt as she imagined a whore might feel; if the whore meant to get pleasure as well as a profit, of course. Because it wasn't just that she was getting back at her husband. She probably wanted sex even more than the eager stranger that she'd never see again.
Inside the room, with the door closed, Bonita held up her hands as Fred took a step toward her. "I have to wear these clothes home," she said, smiling. "Besides, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but this whole deal could be compared to a commercial venture, couldn't it? Meaning, of course, that it isn't as if we're long lost lovers or some damn thing. I guess I sound like a coldblooded bitch, huh?"
"You're doing the talking," Fred said, walking over and sitting on a straight-backed chair. "What do you want me to do? Sit here until you're naked and on the bed?"
"I did hurt your feelings," she said. "I'm sorry, Fred, but you'll have to admit that I was speaking the truth."
"I'm not complaining. I'll accept what you offer under any terms, Bonita, and be thankful that you came here with me."
"You're sweet," she said. "Maybe it would be better for you to sit there until I'm naked and on the bed. I'd better warn you right now, though, that I'm not as cold as I might appear."
"That thought didn't enter my mind," Fred said, grinning.
Her legs were bare. She kicked out of the high heels, unzipped the pale green street dress, and slipped it over her head. She patted her short blonde hair back into place, wriggled her hips, and let the white half-slip slide to the floor.
Standing there in the white brassiere and brief white panties, she enjoyed the way his admiring eyes flicked over her near-nakedness. She really started to get sexy hot for the first time. Before, there'd been mental excitement, or she wouldn't have been there, but now the heat started to build in her loins and slowly spread throughout her lush body.
She removed her bra. Her breasts were big and heavy, but they didn't drop more than an inch or so. The nipples were small, pink, and already pebble-hard. She peeled the panties down along her shapely legs. Her pubic hair, short and soft, was only a shade darker than the light blonde hair on her head.
She knew that she had a pretty face, and that her green eyes were attractive, but she was extremely proud of her body. Her flesh was creamy-white, her buttocks were full and firm, her feet were small and her ankles slender. She was, as her husband and many other men had said, quite a hunk of woman.
Fred finally lifted his eyes to hers; she smiled, and said, "Well?"
"You look good enough to eat," he said hoarsely.
She arched her eyebrows and again said, "Well?"
Then she laughed, swayed over and stretched out on the bed. She spread her legs invitingly. It was at times like this when she faced the truth that she used her husband's cheating as an excuse for her own sexual adventures or misadventures. No, the latter couldn't be true. She'd never had an unlucky accident, misfortune, or mishap.
She watched the strange man stripping out of his clothes. It was dangerous, though. She took some risky chances when she picked up men. A little shiver raced up and down her spine. She'd been lucky. One day she just might pick on some innocent-looking guy who'd turn out to be a beast with a yen for the way-out sadistic stuff.
She thought of something that'd been on her mind more and more the past few weeks. She'd read and heard so much about wife-swapping, or mate-swapping seemed a more appropriate term, that she'd been seriously considering suggesting the idea to her husband. She'd even picked out a couple they might successfully approach. The only suitable married couple they both knew, really, and...
Bonita's thoughts were discarded at that point; by the sight of the exciting male nakedness, and by the lust that inflamed her mind and body. She squirmed against the cool sheet impatiently, as Fred stood near the bed, staring at her exposed pussy.
He was remarkably well-preserved. He was lean and had very little hair on his body. His cock, stiff and ready, was bigger than those she considered average. Her husband's was a little over seven inches, and she knew that Fred's wasn't quite that long, but it could be a formidable whanger if not handled carefully. It was bigger around than Lee's tool, and the head was just about as big as any she'd ever seen. Or had.
Maybe, she thought, as he finally climbed onto the bed, she was going to get a screwing that would compare favorably with one of Lee's work-outs. Her horny husband was almost in a class by himself, in the prolonged pronging department, and in tongue-probing worship.
She guessed Fred meant to go down on her. He'd implied as much with words, and he was kneeling there between her legs staring at her cunt. She didn't really mind the delay, though. She'd found few men with a genuine desire to look at her like that, or with the willingness to so boldly do so, and the last thing she wanted to do was knock somebody out of pleasure that didn't do her a bit of harm.
Except for his fingers resting lightly on her parted thighs, he wasn't touching her. She'd stopped wiggling her ass and hips when he'd gotten on the bed. She lifted, pushing her pussy up a few inches, then settled back down onto the mattress. This caused his fingers to tighten their grip on her warm flesh.
Fred licked his lips. "You probably think I'm some kind of a nut, but I've never had the nerve to do to my wife all the things I'd like to do. Only when I'm lucky enough to be with a lovely young woman like you am I able to use my mouth and tongue." He laughed nervously. "I guess that's partly because of the derogatory terms for it that I've heard all of my life."
"Erotic activities are accepted by most so-called authorities as being perfectly natural and normal nowadays," Bonita said, lifting her knees and pushing them wider apart. "Did you ever think that you might be cheating your wife out of something she wants just as badly as you do?"
"Every time I start to just go ahead and kiss it, I think about having to meet her eyes afterward," Fred said, still not shifting his greedy gaze. "I won't see you again. I won't, I mean, and you have such a lovely bottom. Is it all right if I finish you that way?"
"If you'll meet my eyes afterward," Bonita said. She wriggled her ass. "And if you'll start within the next ten or fifteen minutes!" Within a few seconds, Bonita understood why Fred would be apprehensive about facing his wife afterward. He had, what she thought was a very rare desire or taste. In her personal experiences, anyway. For a time, and a very thrilling time it was, she thought they'd been talking about two vastly different things.
He started by kissing and licking her inner thighs. She'd expected that. When he only briefly brushed his face across her silky blonde hairs and then doubled her legs back until her thighs were touching her hard-tipped titties, though, she knew that his routine was going to vary from the usual.
Then, when his tongue remained at the spot most men she'd known had carefully avoided even touching in that manner, she almost asked if he wanted her to turn over on her belly. But she didn't say anything because she was so fascinated, and then because the sensation was so strangely delightful.
It made her steaming hot, the prolonged tongue-jabbing at the tiny orifice, but she remained aware enough to warn him not to get any wrong ideas. Wrong ideas where she was concerned, anyhow, and if he'd moved and tried to make that kind of a penetration she would've kicked him in the balls without a moment's hesitation.
She knew why he'd made the remark about her having such a lovely bottom. But he never did ask her to turn over on her belly. And after kissing and licking the entire surface of her firm buttocks with her in that folded position, he finally pulled her legs down over his shoulders and buried his face in her hot pleasure gash.
Her clit was already tinglingly erect even before he touched it with his tongue. After about thirty seconds, and that many expertly applied stimulating caresses, she lurched and spasmed violently. He kept right on greedily lapping until she threw her legs off his back and shoulders and pushed his bobbing head away.
With eyes closed, he quickly positioned himself so that she could guide his big tool. He didn't try to kiss her on the mouth, then or later, and she was glad of that. He pushed in slowly, for which she was also thankful, and the moisture from her copious climax caused even the engulfing process to be enjoyable.
He lasted for all of five minutes. He screwed her with steady strokes, his fingers squeezing her writhing ass, his chest pressed against her throbbing tits, his face buried beside hers. When she felt the tell-tale expansion, and heard his breathing getting faster and louder, she told him that she, too, was ready.
It was the truth. Because she'd been holding back. She was always fast the first time with any man. The fact that he'd made her climax before putting his big prick in had enabled her to last more than her usual minute or two.
He quickened his thrusts and she came just as he filled her. They jerked together for a few seconds, then basked for a few more moments in the pleasant afterglow.
Bracing on his hands and arms, he met her eyes. "I can look you in the face, and meet your eyes after doing what I did, but I don't think I could with my wife. I guess you think I'm a perverted bastard."
"I'd be the last one to put anything down where sex is concerned," Bonita said, meaning it. "If that's your thing, I think you'd better learn to live with it. You shouldn't let it worry you so much, I mean. We both enjoyed it and I think that's all that really matters."
"You're a nice person, Bonita. Your husband's a very lucky man."
She smiled as she pushed against his chest. "I'd better get out of here so that I can get home in time to fix my lucky husband's dinner."
"Could I see you tomorrow, Bonita?"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I've tried to make it a rule to be with a man just one time. To do otherwise might lead to too many complications."
She saw the disappointment in his eyes, but she knew that her next words were going to be for her own benefit even more than his. "I could stay another thirty minutes or so if you're up to it." He liked and he was up to it.
Lee Cordell would've bet just about anything that his sexy wife had been with a man that day. Probably in the late afternoon. Because when he'd arrived home from work she'd still had that special glow she always got after a satisfying sex session. With him or with the many other men they'd never mentioned.
He'd been glad that he hadn't made plans to go out for the evening. After one of her excursions for extracurricular sex she was always hot and eager for more action with him. He'd always thought that kind of peculiar. But no more crazy than the truth that the knowledge that she'd so recently been with another man made him horny and hot.
It'd taken him one hell of a long time to admit that to himself. He still felt a degree of shame for it. As well as not being very proud of the exciting mental pictures he often had of Bonita getting her jollies with unknown men.
But he'd learned to live with it, with himself, and one day he just might find the nerve to let her know his secret thoughts. Sometimes, though, he felt that they might not be all that secret. His lovely wife wasn't stupid. She knew that he went with other women; and she just about had to know that he could sense when she'd been with another man.
Bonita knew that he seldom went bowling when he said that was where he was going; and she knew that most of his evening poker games had nothing to do with cards. She liked for him to give her an excuse to go find herself a new sex partner. It was, Lee thought, a strange married life they shared.
There was another reason Lee Cordell was glad that he hadn't made plans for the evening. He was looking
at her right then, trying not to be caught staring, keeping his legs crossed to hide the result of his erotic thoughts.
Her name was Kathy. She was sitting in the living room with her husband. Walt and Kathy Blanchard had purchased a home directly across the street about six weeks before. Bonita and Kathy had gotten acquainted, visiting and having coffee. The attractive couple had been coming over for a little while in the evenings two or three times a week.
Walt, thirty-one, was two years older than Lee. He was five-nine and muscular, while Lee was a lean six-one. He had blue eyes and sandy hair; Lee had dark hair and eyes. Lee felt that he was more handsome than his new neighbor; just as he felt that Bonita was only very pretty, while Kathy was truly beautiful.
Kathy was twenty-four. At five-seven, she was three inches taller than Bonita. She had dark glossy hair, cut short in the latest fashion, flashing dark eyes, olive skin and perfect features. Her breasts rode high on her chest, jutting to sharp points, and her long legs seemed to keep right on going up and up and up.
Lee had managed to place himself in an easy chair where he had a good view of the sofa and her beautiful legs. They reminded him of the drawings of females he'd seen where the artist had made the legs unbelievably out of proportion.
Only Kathy's long legs were real. They were right there for him to see and to admire. She was wearing a short, black, curve-hugging skirt and a white sweater. The beauty wasn't deliberately trying to show him anything. He was sure of that. And he liked her for it. Bonita, on the other hand, was always being careless about the way she flashed her creamy upper thighs. Deliberately, he was sure.
Walt was getting an eyeful at every opportunity; he t seemed to focus most of his attention on Bonita's big tits though; not that Bonita's legs weren't lovely.
They were. In fact, her lush body was really just as exciting as Kathy's. They were just two different types of feminine loveliness.
It was just another case of two men wondering what it'd be like with the other man's wife, Lee decided. He didn't know about Kathy, but he was sure that Bonita was thinking much along the same line. It was too damned bad that he and his hot-ass wife hadn't actually talked things over and come to an official agreement.
They really didn't have what could even be called an unofficial agreement. After she'd caught him cheating that first time, and told him what she'd do, the closest they'd ever come to acknowledging their infidelities was with a knowing look or smile now and then.
They'd never had sex with any of their few mutual friends during the years. Or he hadn't. Partly because things just hadn't worked out that way; but mostly because he hadn't wanted to chance an outright incident that might possibly end their marriage. He liked Bonita... loved her, he guessed... and he enjoyed being married to her for many reasons other than sex.
He'd sure like to screw Kathy. He'd almost be willing to chance just about anything for a crack at her. But for some reason he didn't think that she'd ever cheated on her husband. And Walt seemed to be the type of a guy who'd just go on dreaming about screwing some woman other than his own wife. They'd been married four years. He'd bet that neither one of them had had outside sex all during that time. He even had the feeling that Kathy might've been a virgin on her wedding night.
He couldn't quite picture them in bed together. Other than screwing in the one basic position. He'd flip to see them having sex. He'd like to know what they did. If Walt didn't go down on that beauty the guy was nuts. He also couldn't picture Kathy with a stiff pecker in her mouth. She'd probably be shocked if she knew that he was sitting there with a hard-on thinking about using his tongue just as much as he was about using the hardness.
He'd bet she really had a cute cunt. Whatever the hell that meant! Anyhow, it'd really have to be something special to compare favorably with Bonita's blonde pussy.
Lee hadn't been letting his erotic thoughts keep him from doing his share of the talking. The conversation had drifted from subject to subject, ranging from politics to television programs to the new clothing styles.
He hadn't been as bored as he would've been with many people, and part of the reason for that was because he liked Walt. The guy had a good head on his shoulders. He was able to disagree and discuss things without becoming angry, and was basically liberal in his views. The fact that Kathy was an interesting person, in addition to being such an excitingly attractive female, was an extra bonus that helped the time pass much too swiftly.
Kathy finally said that they'd better be getting home. It was almost ten o'clock. Walt agreed, saying that no matter if he did work in his father's hardware store he had to be on the job bright and early six days a week.
"I can get by on five or six hours of sleep," Lee said, watching as Bonita stood up with their guests, wishing he'd had a little warning so he could've had a chance to try and get his cock under control.
"Maybe they aren't going right to sleep," Bonita said, smiling. "I know I don't expect to, after such a stimulating evening; if, of course, my husband's agreeable."
Kathy blushed, Walt grinned sheepishly. Lee successfully resisted the impulse to stand up and reveal the poking evidence of his excitement.
Bonita said, "Walt, you'll have to go with Lee to one of his poker games some evening. That is, if Kathy doesn't mind."
"I don't mind," Kathy said. "Why should I? I mean, I don't boss Walt and try to tell him what he can or can't do."
"That's good news." Bonita said. "How about you, Walt? Do you feel that marriage is a form of ownership?"
"I've never thought much about it," Walt said. "But I don't think that I'm Kathy's lord and master. Why?"
"I was just curious," Bonita said. "We'll have to discuss marriage and sex and all that jazz one of these evenings. Lee and I are always figuring out exciting ways to keep our marriage from getting too boring and I thought we might exchange some ideas. With you two, I mean. Hey, maybe we could have some poker games right here! How does that sound!"
"Fine," Walt said. "If the stakes aren't too high."
"We've been on a tight budget since we bought the house," Kathy said. "We used most of our savings to make the down payment."
Bonita had been walking the short distance to the front door with Walt and Kathy. Lee, his prick still stiff, was unable to think of an excuse for not standing as he always did when they were leaving. He decided it best to just sit there and say goodnight when they went out He was also puzzled over Bonita's remarks about marriage and sex.
"I was thinking that we might spice things up a little bit by playing strip poker," Bonita said. "Unless, of course, you think you'd be too jealous to let outsiders see your nude bodies." She laughed. "Nude sounds more respectable than naked, doesn't it?"
There was a short silence. Walt and Kathy exchanged glances. Kathy blushed again, and Walt's gaze returned to Bonita's big boobies. Lee, though surprised by his wife's words, felt like suggesting that they have a strip poker game right then.
"I seem to have shocked, you nice folks," Bonita said, opening the door. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't exactly that," Walt said. "It's just that you took us by surprise, I guess." He chuckled nervously. "We'd have to discuss something as important as you've suggested before making a decision, Bonita."
"Walt's always saying it's better to not make snap decisions," Kathy said. "And this time I'm inclined to agree with him!"
"I hope we can still be friends no matter what you decide," Bonita said. "Goodnight."
Walt and Kathy left without another word. Bonita closed the door, turned, and stood there looking at Lee, a faint smile parting her full lips.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked.
"Mostly a bunch of crap to see if I could get something exciting started," she said. "I know you'd like to screw Kathy . . . she laughed low in her throat ". . . and you must know that I'd like to be screwed by Walt!"
CHAPTER TWO
Lee could only stare as Bonita leaned over and perched her behind on the wide arm of the easy chair. She was wearing a thin blue dress and the hem had hiked up almost to the edge of the light blue panties he'd seen earlier. He shifted his gaze to the lovely nakedness so close, trying to get used to the strange turn of events.
If they'd been drinking, he would've figured that she'd had too much. But all they'd had was coffee. Were he and Bonita finally going to get around to some kind of an official agreement?
"You could say something, Lee."
"I'd rather wait until you explain a few things," he said, looking up and meeting her glittering green eyes. "What the hell has happened to you, anyhow?"
Slipping to her feet, she stepped around until she was standing in front of him. "I've gotten tired of the way we've been living, Lee. You going your way, and me going mine. I want us to be honest with each other. I want to face how we are, what we are, and then make some plans from there."
Before he could say anything, or think of what he wanted to say, she laughed and told him to uncross his legs. "Hasn't your big cock been cramped long enough honey! Or have you lost the erection that kept you from standing up and showing how hot you were for Kathy!"
"I get just as hot for you," he said, uncrossing his legs. He grinned. "That feels better. Would you settle for me instead of Walt?"
Bonita went over and sat down on the sofa. "When we get things settled," she said. "I think you know that I was with a man this afternoon. Just as I know that you were a woman last night. Are we tuned in on the same frequency so far?"
"I guess so," he said, meeting her eyes. "Yes."
"Good! Maybe we can skip the details of what we've both been doing and get with the idea I have in mind. Okay?"
"Okay," he said, hoping she'd agree to go into details later about her sex experiences with the men.
"I've been reading about swappers, Lee. That bit with Kathy and Walt was a rather feeble attempt to get something started with them. I meant to talk to you first, before pulling what might've been a stupid pitch, but I was held back by..."
Lee waited a few seconds after Bonita's words trailed off, then said, "You Were held back by the same thing that held me back, Bonita. A reluctance to face the truth. I've read about swappers, too. I've envied them, really, and I see that you've been doing the same. Do you really think Kathy and Walt will go for it?"
"I think so. If we handle it right and don't rush them too much. I thought of strip poker on the spur of the moment. Actually, we might come up with a better plan. It might be easier than we think. You've seen how Walt looks at me, and he must've noticed you giving Kathy the greedy eyes."
"It seems to me that you would've talked to Kathy," Lee said, standing. "Would've kind of sounded her out by now, I mean."
"I just made up my mind this afternoon," Bonita said, also standing. "I'll talk to her tomorrow. Bringing up sex and all that, I mean, and get her opinion of swapping without committing myself. Aren't you going to wait until we get to the bedroom?"
Lee had unzipped his slacks and pulled out his throbbing rod. "I'm remembering your words about being honest with each other, Bonita. About how you want us to freely face how we are and what we are. This is what I am. A kind of sex-nut who'll take his hard pecker out and wave it at his wife while talking and thinking about another man's beautiful wife.
"A nut who'll admit to his own wife that he gets excited just thinking about her being screwed by another man. What do you think now, Bonita? Do you still want complete honesty? Or have you already had too much?"
Bonita, staring at his rigid cock, and licked her lips. "I think I'm going to like complete honesty," she said softly. "I know I am. I'm a sex-nut too, honey," she said softly. You'd never believe some of the wild fantasies I've had."
"Knowing the one's I've had, I'd believe anything," Lee said, moving forward as Bonita sat back down on the sofa. He gasped, as her hot moist mouth engulfed the entire head of his throbbing prick, then he ran his fingers through her silky soft blonde hair. "I've never had anybody do that better, baby."
She skillfully gave him a taste of thrilling pleasure for at least a minute. Then she pulled away and leaned back on the sofa. She tugged her dress up until it was bunched around her waist while he dropped his slacks and undershorts. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and peeled her brief panties off.
"Put it in right away," she said. "You can do the other later. I want to feel your big cock buried in me right now."
He'd been staring at her lovely blonde pussy. He worked his way in between her legs, grasped her firm and smooth ass, and tugged her hips to the edge of the seat cushion. She guided, he gave her time to get her hand away, and then entered the moist warmth.
When his cock was as deep as it would go, she wrapped her sleek legs around his waist and told him to just let it soak. He did, holding his face where he could meet her glittering green eyes. She wanted to know if he'd really meant it when he'd said that he got excited just thinking about her being screwed by another man.
He told her yes, that he had meant it, that there shouldn't be any limits where sex was concerned. He said that he was glad they'd finally started bringing their secrets out into the open.
"Screw me," she said. "Slow and easy."
He did. She told him how good it felt. But she didn't move with him. He squeezed her ass and asked if it ever felt better with other men. She said that maybe sometimes it felt just as good, but that it never felt better. He said that he felt the same way about the women he screwed. They laughed together.
"This is the first time we haven't taken the time to get naked in years," she said after about a minute had passed.
"I can't remember the last time we did it in the living room, either. I wonder if Walt's pronging Kathy yet? I wonder what else they do?"
Bonita closed her eyes and started moving with him. "I'll bet they don't talk while they're screwing."
"Is that a hint for me to stop yapping?"
"No. I like to talk. I like to listen. It helps to make it last longer. I love this coasting almost as much as I do the finale. Almost, I said."
Lee chuckled. "I heard you the first time."
Bonita clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip. He kept up his steady strokes and continued to watch her passion-filled features. He enjoyed coasting, too.
He liked to watch the passion mask a woman's face. He wondered if Walt could last as long as he could.
"Go ahead and come whenever you're ready," he said. "I don't think I can make it right away."
"Hold it in and let me milk it," she said, opening her eyes and stopping her movements. "Maybe that way we can come together."
He thrust and held. Her inner muscles worked at his rigid cock. The pleasure was so intense he gritted his teeth for a few seconds. He'd never had another woman who could equal his wife's snapping ability. There were very few who could even come close.
When he felt that he had himself under control, he said, "I wonder if Kathy can do that?"
"Maybe we can arrange it so that you can find out," Bonita said. "I'd like to watch you screwing her."
"I hope you get the chance!"
"Would you like to watch Walt socking it to me?"
"Yeah." he said, all kinds of wild pictures flashing through his feverish mind. "I'm about to come!"
"Let it go," she whispered. "I'm there!"
He let it go and she was there. They rested for a few minutes and then they went to the bedroom and talked some more. During their talk they got passionately excited and had more sex.
Kathy Blanchard was in bed waiting for her husband to join her. She was naked, her taut-tipped breasts poking against the sheet. Her fingers were caressing her thighs. She was sure that Walt meant to screw her, and she was looking forward eagerly to it, but most of her thoughts had to do with Lee Cordell and Bonita.
She was in the habit of thinking about Lee. His greedy dark eyes always made her hot, during and after the visits, but this evening she had something new to think about. Bonita's surprising words about playing strip poker had seemingly shocked her more than they had Walt.
Her somewhat stuffy husband had even laughed while they'd been crossing the street and said that maybe it would be interesting to see just how far the blonde would go. With the nudity, he'd quickly added, and then he'd said that he didn't think he wanted his wife showing her body to another man.
She'd said that she'd leave it up to him, with the understanding that she didn't want to be a poor sport about something that should be harmless enough. He'd said that they'd give it plenty of thought. She'd felt like reminding him that he probably wanted to see Bonita's nude body just as much as Lee wanted to see hers.
She'd been afraid, that such talk would lead to things that might be better left unsaid. Walt knew that Lee spent most of his time staring at her legs. Even if nothing had been said about it. But Walt spent just as much time staring at Bonita's legs and big breasts that she was always exposing.
She didn't blame him. It was natural for a man to admire a beautiful female body. Even natural to desire that beautiful body, she guessed. But it wasn't all that flattering to think that Walt was thinking about Bonita while he was screwing her, and she was sure he did. They'd been having sex, more often, in the few weeks since meeting Lee and Bonita than during many months before.
Not that she hadn't been ready, of course. She was right then, but it was disturbing and a little frightening that she was thinking more and more about Lee. Wondering how it'd be with him. Wondering how it'd be with any man other than her husband. She'd never had sex with anybody except Walt.
She was positive that he hadn't had another woman since they'd been married. She was sure, by the way he went about it with her, that he hadn't had all that much experience before their marriage, either. Maybe he was secretly desiring Bonita just as much as she was wanting Lee.
The thought startled Kathy. For a few seconds she even tried to deny that it had been there. Then she rationalized it by telling herself that the handsome man across the street wasn't the first one she'd wanted.
That certainly didn't mean that she'd actually have intercourse with him, or with any other man she saw and liked. It was natural that she'd be curious. That was all that it was, too. She was curious as to how it would be with a man other than her husband. She'd bet that many one-man women had such thoughts, the same curiosity, but that didn't mean that anything wrong would ever be done.
Kathy heard Walt entering the bedroom, from the bathroom and his nightly shower. She realized that she'd been squeezing her throbbing titties. Glad that the light wasn't on, she moved her hands down under the sheet.
"I forgot to ask you, Kathy. Is it all right? If so, I'll take my pajamas off now."
"I left my nightgown off," Kathy said, peering through the dimness, wondering if Bonita and Lee screwed in the darkness. "I thought you'd be in the mood after being around that beautiful blonde for two or three hours. You always are."
"I'm not sure that I like the way you said that, Kathy."
Walt hadn't raised his voice, but she could see that he'd paused in the process of getting out of his pajamas. She gave a little laugh, hoping that it didn't sound too forced. Why had she made such a crack? How she might get something started that would put end to the visits across the street.
"We've had sex every time we've visited Bonita and Lee" she said, deciding that it might be better if they stop seeing so much of the attractive couple. "It isn't very flattering to think that you might be getting your pleasure with me while imagining that you're with Bonita."
"I could come right back with a counter-attack." Walt said, chuckling softly. "But I won't. If we can't trust each other after four years..."
"It isn't a matter of trust," Kathy broke in. "I didn't accuse you of cheating, or of even wanting to cheat. I just suggested that you might use your imagination."
"I'm sure all men have erotic day-dreams," Walt said, pulling the sheet to the foot of the bed. "And all women, for that matter. But it doesn't necessarily follow that he or she seriously considers actually living the fantasies."
While he was speaking, Walt had laid on the bed, facing Kathy, but not close enough for his body to touch hers. One of his hands began caressing her thigh, sliding back and forth between her hip and knee.
"I've seen Lee staring at you, Kathy. He seems fascinated by your beautiful legs. I can easily under stand why. Hell, marriage hasn't made me blind to your beauty!"
"It doesn't make you jealous for him to look at me like that?"
"Jealousy's a sickness, honey. A sign of insecurity. I'm proud to have a wife other men admire. I'd hate to have a bag nobody wanted to look at."
He slipped his hand up to her jutting tit and squeezed gently. "You do enjoy being looked at and admired, don't you, honey?"
"I guess so," Kathy said. "All women do, but I don't deliberately show myself like Bonita does."
"You're a lady, Kathy. I like Bonita, but she isn't the kind I'd want to marry. I have a hunch that she and Lee have some kind of an understanding, I wouldn't be surprised if they step out with each other's knowledge, I mean."
"You don't approve of that, do you?"
"I neither approve nor disapprove, Kathy. I don't figure that I have a right to form an opinion about how they choose to live their lives."
"They seem to be wanting to involve us in the way they live, Walt. Bonita does, anyhow. Her talk about strip poker seemed to indicate that, at least."
"I suppose Bonita figures that we're adults and capable of looking out for ourselves," Walt said, lifting until he was suspended over Kathy. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "But if you think it'd be best not to see Bonita and Lee again it'll be all right with me, honey."
"That wouldn't be very neighborly," Kathy said, getting tired of doing little more than talk in circles. She put her arms around Walt's neck and pulled his mouth close to hers. She flicked her tongue at his parted lips. "Let's stop the talking, huh? Just put your pecker in and screw me before we both get out of the mood."
"And I just called you a lady," Walt said chuckling.
"Can't a lady talk sexy with her husband? What did I say that was so wrong, anyway? Now go ahead and put it in and screw me or get off and go to sleep!"
Walt mashed his opened mouth to hers. She jabbed her tongue past his teeth. He started using his tongue.
She grabbed his stiff dick and wished that she had the nerve to tell him what she wanted to do; or tell him
what she thought she'd like to try.
He broke the passionate tongue-probing kiss when he was between her widely parted legs. She pushed aside the soft curly hairs with the fingers of one hand, then rubbed the blunt end of his hard cock up and down the moist split.
She wondered how it'd feel to have a mouth and tongue loving her up down there. Or having him go down there, she thought, almost laughing. She wished she had the nerve to ask Walt if he'd ever done that; or to tell him that it was all right if he wanted to try it with her.
He eased the head in then slipped his hands under her ass. Slowly he worked his hard cock all the way into her soft moist cunt. She'd surged to meet the stiff hardness, thrilling to the wonderful sensation as always. But at the same time, unable to keep from imagining that it was Lee Cordell in her.
Walt buried his face beside hers, his broad chest pressing against her throbbing titties. She enjoyed the way he started slipping his rigid rod in and almost out, in and almost out, his fingers squeezing her squirming ass. She hoped that he'd last long enough for her to climax.
She was pleasantly surprised when she realized Walt was still humping steadily, and with vigor, after all of two or three minutes. She'd started wriggling heatedly by then, though still not sure whether she should start her dash to fulfillment. If it turned out that she had to finish herself off with her finger, she didn't want to have to do it before Walt did.
Walt, bracing on his hands and arms, keeping right on with his steady strokes, said, "I've never cheated on you before, Kathy. Tonight was the first time."
She wished there was enough light for her to see his eyes and the expression on his face. He hadn't been out of the living room long enough to do more than maybe kiss Bonita. She couldn't even swear that the blonde had been out of the room at the same time as Walt.
"I think you'd better explain, Walt. Did you stop off somewhere on the way home?"
"No," Walt said, thrusting in and holding her so tightly that their pubic hairs mingled. "I jerked myself off, taking my shower. I was so damned hot I figured that after a couple of humps I'd blast off, so I..."
"You could've let me do it for you," Kathy broke in. "If that's really what you meant by cheating."
"It's what I meant by cheating, Kathy. Would you've really touched me like that? Jacked me off all the way to the finish, I mean?"
"Ask me some other time," Kathy said, laughing low in her throat. "Some time when you don't have it buried in my pussy."
"We're both changing," Walt said, starting his steady strokes again. "We're getting less embarrassed about sex since we've known Bonita and Lee. That's good, don't you think? I mean, we should be able to talk to each other openly about sex or anything else."
"You're right," Kathy said, wrapping her long legs around his waist, suddenly sure that after they'd both climaxed they'd be just as backward about speaking out as ever. "Let's go along with the strip poker game, honey. Maybe that'll add a little spice to our married life."
"All right," Walt said, speeding the tempo of his thrusts.
Kathy matched the new pace, happy that she'd gotten that much settled. Because after they'd both spasmed, there wasn't any more talk. But she didn't mind. She had the feeling that the all-important step had already been taken.
CHAPTER THREE
THE next day, at ten o'clock, Kathy Blanchard crossed the street to have her usual morning cup of coffee with Bonita Cordell. They greeted each other cheerfully, as always, and for several minutes carefully avoided the subject they were both anxious to discuss.
Finally, Bonita smiled and said, "The suspense is beginning to get on my nerves, Kathy. Did you and Walt discuss what I said about playing strip poker? And, if so, was there a decision made?"
Kathy smiled. "We didn't do much talking about it Bonita. But we did decide to go along with your idea about spicing things up a little bit. After four years our marriage isn't all that exciting."
"I was afraid that I'd really played hell by shooting my mouth off. With Walt, anyhow. He seems to be kind of straight-laced."
"He isn't straight-laced enough to keep from staring at you most of the time," Kathy said.
"I know," Bonita said, deciding to start bringing things out into the open. "Walt seems to have a thing about big tits. Not that yours are all that small!"
"My breasts aren't exactly little," Kathy said. She finished her coffee. "Lee seems to have a thing about long legs. Not that yours could be called short!"
"We'll have a chance to compare our physical attributes or whatever when we play strip poker," Bonita said. She finished her coffee. "The card games will be just an excuse to show off and see each other, you know."
"That's what I figured," Kathy said. "I see nothing wrong in showing the human body."
Bonita was surprised by Kathy's apparent calmness. "Let's go into the living room, Kathy. We'll be more comfortable while I level with you about a few things. After you hear what I have to say, you might not want to continue our friendship."
"I wish you'd stop saying things like that, Bonita. About us not being friends, I mean. Walt said last night that it wasn't any of our business how you and Lee live. Words to that effect, anyhow. Naturally I agree."
Bonita sat down on the couch, and Kathy picked an easy chair across the room. They were both wearing short, light-weight dresses. It was too warm for stockings and slips.
Looking at Kathy's lovely bare legs, crossed and slowly swinging, Bonita remembered the one time she'd had sex with another woman. It'd been a brief, one-sided affair. She'd been drinking too much. There hadn't been a man handy and she'd been hot. The attractive woman's sexy talk had helped to make her passionate, of course.
She'd allowed the woman to kneel before her in the rest-room of a cocktail lounge. With her dress up and her panties pulled down, the greedy female's face buried against her crotch, the hot tongue had licked her slit a few times, then lapped at her clit eagerly. The climax had been blindingly intense. She'd been frightened afterward, though, and had tried to forget the erotic incident-
"What are you thinking about, Bonita? You seem to be lost in snace somewhere."
Bonita lifted her eyes to Kathy's. "I was thinking about what I'm usually thinking about, Kathy. Sex and sexual pleasures." She winked. "Lee and I sure had plenty last night. I guess you know why he didn't stand when you left. He had a hard-on from looking at you. We had a piece right here in the living room."
"I didn't show him any flesh, Bonita. I've never teased Lee, I mean."
"Like I have Walt?"
"I didn't say that," Kathy said.
"I'm saying it. But I don't really call it teasing, Kathy. When I show a man my body I'm willing to let him use it. Would you have any objections to me having sex with your husband?"
Kathy's face had flushed slightly. "I suppose this is what you meant by leveling with me, Bonita?"
"That's right. It'd be a swapping deal, of course. You'd get a crack at Lee, and you'd better believe it, he could show you a good time."
"Have you and Lee planned something like this all the time, Bonita? Since Walt and I met you?"
"No," Bonita said. "Maybe it was in the back of our minds, but we only reached what might be called an official agreement last night."
"I guess I'd better try and be just as honest as you seem to be," Kathy said. "And just as blunt, I should add. Walt's the only man I've ever had. Or who has ever had me. Anyhow, I've never had sex with anybody except my husband."
"I suppose, some people would feel like congratulating you or something, honey, but to me it seems a little sad. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Sure," Kathy said, smiling. "It's a lot of crap about not missing what you've never had; in my opinion, at least. I've been day-dreaming about other men, and of
Lee too. If Walt will agree I'm all for swapping. I won't have the nerve to ask him, though!"
"Get him over here this evening for strip poker and I'm sure things will just kind of happen," Bonita said. "Hey, is Walt uninhibited?"
"We've never done anything except screw," Kathy said, averting her eyes.
"Then you're in for a treat," Bonita said. "Lee and I are totally uninhibited. Well, almost totally! I was with a guy yesterday who liked to jab his tongue where few males or females do. Am I being too blunt?"
"No," Kathy said. "I've been curious about the different forms of sex, as well as about how it'd be with different men. As long as you want to talk I'll sit right here and listen."
Bonita talked for over an hour. She told about how she and Lee had been living, and about their new agreement. She related a few of her experiences with men she'd picked up, and went into details about the more erotic activities in sexual relations.
Kathy had read about all the erotic activities possible, but this was the first time she'd ever heard some of the words and phrases expressed aloud by anybody. She'd never been prudish, but hearing Bonita saying cock, cunt, prick, pussy, and clit-combined with sucking, lapping, going down, gobbling, eating, and licking -did make her wonder whether or not it'd be wise to let Walt know she'd even listened to such talk. Her husband was the kind who wouldn't say shit if he had a mouthful.
Bonita, finally sensing Kathy's feelings about the matter, laughed and said that she'd watch her language around Walt. "I usually don't have such a dirty mouth, Kathy. I just got kind of carried away watching the expressions flicking across your beautiful face. You are beautiful, you know."
"Sure," Kathy said, smiling. "I have long lovely legs, too. But my tits aren't as big as yours."
"I can't understand how you happened to still be a virgin at twenty, Kathy. I lost my cherry when I was thirteen."
"I guess I was just unlucky," Kathy said, laughing. Then, soberly, "My parents were very strict, Bonita. They watched me like a hawk, as the saying goes. Anyhow, they did the same with my younger sister. She got married about a year ago. To the wrong fellow, I think and she was a virgin, I'm sure."
"You, and your sister, must've done something to get relief," Bonita said, thinking of the many times she'd used her fingers even though she'd always managed to get screwed fairly regularly.
"Masturbation really isn't such a poor substitute at times," Kathy said, smiling. "I've even finished myself off when Walt failed to last long enough."
"Keep on with that kind of talk and you're apt to embarrass me, Kathy."
"Really?"
Bonita laughed. "I was just kidding, honey. Look, how about a drink? It isn't even noon yet and we have the whole afternoon to wait."
"I didn't finish cleaning the house yet," Kathy said, getting to her feet. "Besides, I don't want to have drinking for an excuse. I want whatever I do to be done while I'm completely sober. I'd rather Walt didn't drink tonight, either."
"I'll serve coffee," Bonita said, standing. "If we even think about drinking anything after we get the poker game started!"
Suddenly appearing very nervous, and saying that she'd have her husband there by seven o'clock, Kathy hurried out the front door. Bonita, not prepared for the quick exit, sighed and sank down onto the couch. She'd be willing to bet a few bucks that Kathy was on the way home to masturbate right then.
Bonita leaned her head back and closed her eyes. What had made her think about that one time she'd been loved by a woman? Or sexed by a woman, would be a better way of putting it. Had she been pushing such desires out of her mind since then? Had something about the young beauty who'd just hauled her lovely ass out the front door triggered a desire to really experiment with gay sex?
Hell, it was probably just the nutty talk she'd had with Lee the night before. His wish to see her being screwed by Walt, and her thought that her husband might have latent homo tendencies, had caused her to give some thought to having sex with Kathy. That, and the truth that if they managed to have an active foursome there'd be opportunities for just about anything.
She was really jumping the gun though. She had to arrange the swapping first, and hope like hell that there wouldn't be any anger or jealousy afterward. Then, if it did work out with Kathy and Walt, they could look around and try to get some other attractive married couples to swap with.
Realizing that she was rubbing her fingers over her breasts. Bonita opened her eyes. The nipples were hard and poking against the restraining bra and dress. They tingled as she caressed them, little rippling waves of pleasurable sensations darted down to her loins. How long had it been since she'd fingered herself to a climax? Weeks, she guessed. Maybe months.
She'd never liked to do that. It'd always left her more frustrated than when she'd started. It felt good, she'd never failed to melt against her stroking finger or fingers, but only a man could really satisfy her. Either with a stiff prick or with a lapping tongue. She pulled her hands from her tingling titties and sat up straight. And, a woman's lapping tongue had satisfied her once.
The doorbell sounded. Bonita stood up and hurried to answer it. Her pulse quickened when she saw that it was the dry cleaning and laundry route man. Did she dare? The young fellow had really been looking her over each time he'd picked up and delivered. She'd flirted with him, really, and now that things were out in the open with Lee she didn't have to be so cautious.
"Do you have anything for me today, Mrs. Cordell?"
The young man was standing just inside the doorway, and had just straightened from placing a package of Lee's white shirts on a chair. Being the manager of a finance company, and a neat dresser, Lee was very particular about his shirts. He even kept a supply of clean ones at the office.
Smiling, Bonita resisted the impulse to blurt out the truth that she had a hot pussy for him. "I didn't realize that this was the day for you to come," she said, enjoying the way his dark eyes were staring at her big tits. "It'll take a few minutes."
"I'm in no hurry, Mrs. Cordell."
Bonita told him to close the door and sit down while she gathered up her husband's shirts. He grinned and asked if he could go with her and help. His question, and his manner, surprised her. She watched as he closed the door. Then she dropped her eyes to the front of his pants. His penis seemed to be at last half hard.
"I don't even know your name," she said, licking her lips, the desire for any and all kinds of sex making her legs weak. "Are you married?"
He chuckled. "My name's Paul and I'm married to a very lovely girl. Her boobies aren't as big as yours, but she's really stacked."
"What makes you think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?"
He sobered. "I'm gambling," he said softly. "All you can do is order me out and report me to my boss, anyway. I'm playing a hunch, Mrs. Cordell. I think you want what I have to offer, and I think having you would be worth just about anything short of rape. Did I say that right? You know what I mean, anyhow!"
"My husband and I have an understanding, Paul. Would you be willing to exchange your wife for me?"
Paul stared, a frown flicking across his good-looking features. "You mean that you and your husband are swappers?"
"We couldn't be called swappers yet," Bonita said, unable to keep from laughing. Then, "We only decided to give it a try last night."
"I'm not sure that my wife would go for it even if I did, Mrs. Cordell. I mean I couldn't make any promises. I don't know what she'd say or do if I even suggested such a thing."
"You might as well call me Bonita," she said, moving forward and dropping to her knees before him. "I'll give you one crack at me without any promises. No more sex without bringing your wife for my husband, though. Agreed?"
"I don't think I have anything to lose with an offer like that, Bonita."
She tugged his zipper down and reached in and pulled out his cock. It wasn't as big as Lee's. About average, she figured. Maybe six inches. She jacked it a few times and it got hard and stiff. She flicked the tip of her tongue against the dark red knob. He gasped. She looked up and met his blazing black eyes.
"Does your wife blow you, Paul?"
"Not any more," he said. "She used to do it fairly often to get me hot and ready. Then one time she stopped long enough to tell me to let it fly. I did. She choked, gagged, and vomited. Since then she won't take it in her mouth even for a few seconds."
"I guess it's silly, but I'm going to ask if you tongue her twat."
Paul chuckled. "I tried to quit it right after she stopped sucking me. But I couldn't. Or can't. Sometimes I lick her clitoris until she begs me to stop. We were sixty-nining the time she told me to let it fly. Do you and your husband go that route?"
"Yes, and I haven't choked or gagged in years. Do you think you can come twice? If so, I'll finish you with my mouth before we even take our clothes off."
Right now I feel as if I could start coming and never stop! However, I guess you'd better not finish me right away. I screwed my wife early this morning, then I screwed one of my customers about an hour ago, and I imagine that when I lose this hard-on that'll be it for a few hours."
Bonita opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of the stiff shaft. She ran her tongue around and around, thrilling to the erotic act as always, enjoying the sense of power she experienced when engaged in oral sex.
Sometimes, and this was one of those times, while she had a cock in her mouth she thought about how it might be to put her mouth on a cunt. A clitoris was like a little pecker, really, and in her wildest fantasies she'd wished that she could contort her body enough to get her mouth and tongue on her own hot cunt.
Going down on a woman would be something like going down on herself, she figured, and she doubted that Lesbianism would make her veer away from sex with men. Hell, she enjoyed men far too much for there to be any danger of that!
"Hey, you'd better take it easy, Bonita!"
She'd just about lost herself in the pleasure of giving pleasure. Her mouth had been moving forward and backward on his rigid rod, taking just about all of the hard throbbing flesh. Now she pulled her mouth away and her face back, but she kept her grip on the base of the poking penis, wishing the young man hadn't had sex so recently.
"My husband says that I'm very good at that," she said, meeting Paul's passion-filmed eyes, knowing that he could also see the passion registering in her eyes.
"I sure as hell have to agree with your husband," Paul said, starting to unbutton his blue uniform shirt. "You're as good as a man." The young fellow's face got red. "I'm not queer. It's just that I've let a few queers go down on me,"
Bonita released the thrusting tool and got to her feet. She didn't want to talk about queer men. The way Lee was wanting to see her having sex with a man made her wonder about him. Not that she cared what her husband did. She wanted him to enjoy himself in any way he could. It was just that she was afraid he'd get in trouble. Most men who screwed women didn't want anything to do with other men. It'd be a shame for something like that to ruin all the swapping she hoped they were going to be able to do.
"You will talk to your wife about swapping, Paul?"
She'd whipped her dress off and he'd removed his shirt. He was naked from the waist up, his erection visibly throbbing. She knew that he'd promise just about anything at that moment, but she did feel that she should try and look out for Lee's interest. Besides, she was interested in seeing the wife the young men was so willing to cheat on.
"I'll talk to her," Paul said, his eyes going to Bonita's big breasts, as she swiftly freed them. "God, what magnificent knockers!"
She cupped the huge mounds of hard-tipped flesh for a few moments, smiled, and then slipped to the soft, thick carpet. "We can go to bed when you bring your wife for my husband, Paul," She laughed. "Not that I think it'd be any better on a bed!"
Paul didn't answer. He shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles, dropped to his knees, and peeled Bonita's brief panties off. He stared at her blonde pussy, seemingly undecided as to what he wanted to do first.
"Suck on my tits," Bonita said. "Then tongue my clit. After that you can screw me in any position just as long as you don't put it in the wrong hole." She laughed. "It's the wrong hole where I'm concerned, anyhow!"
"I don't go for that back door stuff," Paul said, moving so that he could get both of his hands on her thrusting titties. "Hey, I don't think I've ever seen such beauties!"
Bonita pushed her tits up against the fondling fingers. Then, as Paul slipped one hand down and cupped her crotch, she began wriggling her ass against the carpet. She moaned when he stroked the pulsating lips of her vagina, preparing the way for his tongue that had started trailing all over her big throbbing breasts.
He sucked on her erect nipples, first one and then the other, as she ran her fingers through his curly black hair. When he thrust a finger into her moist cunt, she pushed against his head. He quickly started the downward journey, jabbing his tongue, against her warm flesh, and she clamped down on the probing finger that hadn't even sought her clitoris.
Then, she'd parted her legs so that he could get at her inner thighs and his finger found her passion-button. He caressed the erect organ gently, and skillfully, while he licked her trembling thighs. Soon he removed his stimulating finger to make way for his tongue. She was already dangerously close to the brink of a flooding fulfillment. She didn't try to hold back. After about thirty laps of his hot tongue she spasmed.
While coming she lurched, wriggled and cried out. His fingers gripped her hips, and she dug her fingers into his scalp. When she went limp and removed her fingers from his head, he lifted his face and crawled in between her legs. She reached eagerly for his hard cock.
He just gave her enough time to aim the stiff prick at her pleasure gash. He speared into her hot flesh and began lashing himself furiously. She picked up the rhythm, knowing that it was too soon for her to make it a second time, but wanting to make his explosive finish good for him.
He was about to come. There was no doubt about it. She could feel the tell-tale expansion just before the shooting of the sperm. Too, she could tell by the way his fingers were gripping her rotating ass, and by his loud, fast breathing in her ear.
She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and tilted her cunt for even better accessibility. He groaned loudly, pushed deep and held there for a few seconds. Then he jerked and jolted wildly. She tried to match his frantic movements, too.
His spurting passion was lava-hot. When he was still, she milked his limp dick a few times, then pushed against his hairless chest. He lifted himself on his hands and arms.
"I guess you were serious about not giving me any more unless I get my wife for your husband, huh?"
"Very serious," Bonita said, just a little sorry that she felt that she should make that rule. Paul would undoubtedly be available quite often and it was tough to cut herself off from a source of pleasure. "Do you think she'll go for it, Paul?"
Paul chuckled. "I'll slap the shit out of her if she doesn't!"
Bonita decided she'd let him drop around from time to time even if his wife wouldn't swap. "Let's see if I can get that thing up again," she said.
He grinned, withdrew, and it only took her about three minutes to get him hard and ready again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lee Cordell always arrived home from the office by five-thirty when he didn't stop by a bar or a cocktail lounge to try and line up a piece of tail for the evening. Most of the time he went home for dinner, after making arrangements for later, but sometimes he called and told Bonita he would eat out.
The day after he and Bonita had made the agreement to openly have outside sex, he didn't waste time even stopping for one beer. He decided to let Bonita do most of the leading, including trying to get a strip poker game started, and he'd been getting a hard on-all day just thinking about maybe seeing Kathy naked.
He'd been greatly relieved when Bonita hadn't expressed anything even approaching disgust when he'd told about his wish to see her having sex. Sometimes he almost hated himself for his thoughts, his somewhat crazy desires, but he tried not to worry too much. He couldn't seem to help being what he was; and he appreciated having a wife who seemed to understand. She was, he guessed, just as way-out and off-beat in her sexual desires as he was.
Lee liked his job. He didn't make a hell of a lot of money, but he had security. As much security as anybody could expect in such an unsettled world, he often thought. He worked for a nation-wide finance company, and being the manager of a branch office was probably as high as he'd ever go, but he didn't let that bother him.
Sex was just about the most important thing in his life, and he'd always been lucky in getting plenty of that. He'd have a pension if he lived long enough and he made enough money to meet the payments on the mortgage and his other obligations. If he'd had a lot of money it would've been used to find more sexual outlets; and now with the new understanding with Bonita, and the-possible swapping, money would really be secondary.
Lee never fooled around with the female help at the office. He'd seen too many men foul up their careers that way. He day-dreamed about the women, and a couple he mentally raped at least two or three times a day, but that was as far as he'd let himself go. On the rare occasions when a new girl made an all-out attempt to make the bedroom scene with him he always managed to ease her out of her job without too much trouble.
Bonita greeted Lee at the door, smiling broadly, and told him the good news about Kathy and Walt coming over for the strip poker game. Excited, he kissed her on the mouth, then said he'd better hurry and take a shower. She said he had plenty of time, that he could eat first. He grinned and patted her ass and said that he wasn't all that hungry for food.
"If things works out, you just might need all the strength a good hot meal can give you," Bonita said, taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen. She laughed. "You can wash your dick while I wash the dishes."
"Just how far did you go with your talk with Kathy?" Lee asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Far enough to find out that she'll swap if Walt will."
"And I had to pry such important news out of you!"
"We'd better keep it, cool and calm," Bonita said seriously. "We don't know yet if Walt will go for switching. Hell, he just might be the type to go get a gun and start shooting if a man even looked as if he were going to touch his wife."
"Those words made my pecker stop lifting." Lee said, forcing a little chuckle. "I know one thing. I won't touch Kathy until I know damn well that you've made it with Walt."
"Don't get too worked up about scoring tonight, honey. This might take more than one session of strip-poker playing."
"I'm going to get a hard-on even if I have to concentrate, Bonita. I want you to be sure and lose all of your clothes, too. With us both naked, and my prick poking up, we should get something exciting started."
"I promised Kathy that I wouldn't serve drinks," Bonita said. "She said she didn't want to be able to use drinking as an excuse."
"She sounds as if she might turn out to be a real swinger," Lee said. "This is a delicious dinner, honey. As always."
"Thank you," Bonita said, pleased with the compliment.
She'd prepared a pot roast, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, hot biscuits, and a tossed green salad. Not wanting to take a chance on feeling sluggish that evening, they both stopped eating before they were really full.
Over coffee, she told him about the laundry man.
She went into intimate details. His prick was straining against his trousers before she'd finished. He knew that she was trying to entertain him; just as he knew that she was entertaining herself by telling about her unexpected sexual adventure. He was liking their newfound honesty more all the time.
"Do you think the guy will bring his wife around?" he asked, wondering if he should do something about his erection. He could have Bonita do something. He didn't want to get a stone ache. That'd make him miserable all evening, and cause more pain than pleasure when he finally did shoot his wad.
"I'm sure he'll try and talk her into it," Bonita said. She pushed her chair back and stood up. "You'd better go get that shower and put on fresh clothes, honey. Kathy and Walt should be here in less than an hour."
Lee pushed his chair back and got to his feet. He glanced down at his straining cock. "I think something's going to have to be done about this."
Bonita laughed and told him to make it a cold shower. Lee, deciding that it was a damn good opportunity to find out just how much their relationship had improved, unzipped his pants and took out his throbbing tool.
"I haven't had any today," he said, gazing into his wife's glittering green eyes. ''It'll only take a few minutes. Get on your knees right here if you want to. Then you won't even have to wash your cat."
Licking her lips, staring at his rigid rod, Bonita sat down and turned the chair so that the table wasn't in the way. "You didn't think I was going to argue, did you? Knowing how much I enjoy giving a blow job, you should've known better than that. This way will be easier than on my knees, though."
While his wife had been speaking, Lee had moved until he was standing before her. The warm breath that came out with her words caused his hard cock to give a little jerk. She flicked her hot tongue against the blunt end, while she unfastened his belt and let his trousers drop to the tiled floor. Then she pulled down his shorts and let them slide down his legs.
The fingers of one hand grasped his long stiff prick near the base; the fingers of her other hand reached under and fondled his heavy balls. Then, gently working her warm and moist lips over the big knob, she slowly engulfed three or four inches of the stiff shaft.
Lee watched, hands on his hips, the muscles in his legs going tense. He enjoyed the feel of a mouth sucking his prick just about as much as he did a pussy. He didn't like the thoughts that popped into his mind at times, though. He'd allowed a few men to go down on him, and had enjoyed it just as much as with a woman, but he'd never touched a man even with his hands.
The crazy thoughts he'd had, wondering what it'd be like to reciprocate, had caused him to steer clear of gay boys. Not that he was really worried about becoming queer. He liked women too damned much for that, and he'd read enough to know that most persons, male and female, often had sexual fantasies that they'd never really do or want to do in real life.
His desire to see a couple having intercourse had him a little worried. The fact that he was anxious to see his own wife with another man, especially, but even that didn't mean that he wanted to touch a man. He'd like to make it with Bonita and Kathy at the same time, though. Did Kathy blow Walt? And if so, could she do it as expertly as Bonita?
He put his hands on Bonita's shoulders and started short strokes into her clamping greedy mouth. She'd been sucking and running her tongue around the swollen head. She eagerly took more and more of him, both of her hands going around his buttocks, her fingers gripping his tensed flesh. Soon he moved his fingers to her silky soft blonde hair.
"I'm about to come," he whispered hoarsely. He chuckled, then said, "As if you didn't know!"
Bonita began moving her caressing mouth and tongue faster. Forward and back, forward and back, taking his throbbing flesh deep in her throat one moment, then sucking on the big head the next moment. Lee had stopped his short thrusts. He lifted on his toes and gritted his teeth as his passion centered, boiled, and then spurted into his wife's hungry mouth.
She didn't choke or gag. She swallowed, then kept right on sucking until his cock was limp. He released her hair. She pulled back and looked up, her green eyes glowing, a smile on her wet lips.
"That should take care of you for a few hours," she said.
"How about you? Did you cream your panties?"
"Not this time." she said. "I'm all right, though. Don't forget that I had a prolonged session this afternoon. Would you like to watch me do that to a man?"
He hesitated. Maybe there was such a thing as being too honest. But it was too late to worry about that. "I guess so," he said. "Yes. I'd like to watch you do anything that gives you pleasure." He managed a weak grin. "I guess that makes me some kind of a perverted creep, but that's the way it is. That's the way I am, I mean, and I hope we can arrange things so that we can some way-out sexual orgies."
"Maybe we'll be able to form a swapping club," Bonita said. "I don't know who we could get, but if we can swing with Walt and Kathy tonight it'll be a good start."
Lee had shuffled backward a few steps and pulled his shorts and trousers back into place. "Do you think it's necessary to go through the farce of having a strip poker game, Bonita? After all, Kathy has already agreed to swap and Walt isn't stupid. He must've guessed what we have in mind. Maybe it'd be better if we were to just lay everything on the line. Kind of go for broke, as it were."
"I've been thinking much the same," Bonita said, getting to her feet. "Why don't we just pretend that I never said anything about strip poker? We could visit like we always have and see if Walt mentions it. Then we could kind of play things by ear. How does that sound?"
"That's a good idea," Lee said, meaning it.
He kissed his wife and hurried to the shower. While soaping himself he got another erection. But he rinsed in warm water and then let the cold water spray until his cock shriveled and his balls pulled up tight.
He was, he decided, going to have to start conserving his strength. If they were lucky enough to get a swapping group going, he'd have to learn, to pace himself. Not that he'd miss out on too much fun and pleasure by taking it kind of easy with his dick. He could have himself a ball by just using his mouth and tongue! He hoped he'd have a chance to tongue Kathy Blanchard that evening!
Kathy wished that Bonita and Lee hadn't changed the plans. Just as soon as she and Walt had arrived, Bonita had gotten her aside and said that they'd decided to see if Walt would mention playing strip poker. And, by diddly-damn, it was beginning to look as if her husband wasn't going to do it. Should she?
Maybe she shouldn't have told Bonita not to serve drinks, either. She'd never had much to drink, but she knew that there was nothing like liquor to break down inhibitions. She wished she'd had the nerve to talk to Walt. But she hadn't even been able to meet his eyes while telling him that Bonita had invited them over to play cards. She hadn't even said strip poker.
She didn't know how she should dress. In fact, she didn't even know how to play any kind of cards. Her folks wouldn't allow card playing in their home. They still didn't. Her folks didn't allow much of anything that had to do with worldly pleasure. They felt that the more they gave up in this life the more they'd be rewarded in the hereafter.
She'd put on a skirt and blouse with a half-slip. She started to put on stockings and a garter-belt, but it was too warm and she'd been afraid that Bonita and Lee would laugh because she'd put on extra clothes. Walt had slipped into fresh slacks and a sport shirt after his shave and shower.
Lee was sitting where he could get a good look at her legs, as usual. He was also dressed in sports clothes. He didn't have his legs crossed. She could see the outline of his big penis, but it wasn't hard. Kathy felt a little shudder ripple up and down her spine. Was it possible that she was going to eventually have that big thing? She'd agreed to swap. Maybe Bonita would let her have Lee even if Walt didn't agree to the exchange. But that wouldn't be fair to Walt.
Walt, as usual, was keeping his eyes on Bonita's big tits most of the time. The beautifully-stacked blonde had also put on a skirt and blouse. She was wearing heels without nylons, and Kathy could tell by the way the tight skirt had hiked on the rounded thighs that there wasn't a slip underneath. Indeed, the skirt was so tight the outline of her brief panties was plainly visible.
Kathy realized that everybody was looking at her. She'd let her mind wander so much that she didn't have the least idea what they'd been talking about. She looked to Bonita for help. The blonde smiled.
"I just asked what you were thinking about, Kathy. You seemed to be so far away, like out in space. You said that to me this morning, remember?"
"I remember," Kathy said, looking at Walt. "I also remember that we're supposed to be here to play cards."
"That's right," Walt said, chuckling. "Kathy and I decided to spice up our marriage up a bit by playing strip poker with you folks. When do we start?"
Kathy saw Lee and Bonita exchange glances. Bonita slowly got to her feet. She braced her shoulders and thrust out her big titties. Lee cleared his throat and sat up straight in the easy chair.
"I think we'll all agree that the card game would just be to reveal some skin," he said, looking directly at Walt. "I suggest that we save time by skipping the poker game. How about it, Walt?"
Walt looked at Kathy. "I think my wife and I should've talked before we came over this evening. Have you already made some kind of an agreement with these people, Kathy?"
"I think we've underestimated Walt." Bonita said before Kathy could say anything, or could even think of what she wanted to say. "In fact, I have the feeling that he has been way ahead of us all the time. Right, Walt?"
"Maybe," Walt said grinning. "I'm willing to save time by skipping a poker game. Not, I hasten to add, that I'm interested in seeing anything except female flesh!"
That's understood," Bonita said, smiling and lifting her fingers to the top button on her white blouse. "Anyhow. I hope you aren't overly-interested in seeing Lee's big cock. Oh, I forgot! Kathy said that you didn't like to hear people use such basic words."
"Maybe Kathy and I still have a great deal to learn about each other after four years," Walt said, his gaze focused on Bonita's swiftly moving fingers. "Is this going to just be a strip tease? Or have you folks made other plans? And that last question includes you, Kathy."
Bonita had gotten her blouse and brassiere off. Walt hadn't looked at Kathy. His eyes remained on Bonita's big naked titties, he licked his lips. Kathy decided that it was best to continue to remain silent. She was sure that her husband wanted to screw Bonita so badly that he wouldn't hesitate for a moment about swapping. She was surprised to feel a pang of disappointment. Had she made a terrible mistake?
"This was planned for your benefit," Bonita said, walking over and holding out her hand to Walt, "Since Kathy and I talked this morning, anyway. All you have to do is come with me, without saying a word, because my husband and your wife have already agreed to swap."
Kathy discovered that she was holding her breath. She suddenly almost wished that Walt would refuse to go with Bonita. Once the step had been taken-
"I can't seem to think of any appropriate words," Walt said, taking Bonita's hand. He chuckled, then added, while getting to his feet, "since the agreement has already been made by everybody except me, let's don't let it ever be said that I didn't go along with my dear wife's wishes."
"Don't try and shift all the blame over to me!" Kathy blurted, immediately sorry for making the outburst.
Walt still didn't look at Kathy. "I imagine that I want Bonita just as much as you want Lee, Kathy. Maybe even more. So-he chuckled and tugged Bonita toward the hallway "-let's get on with the fun and forget about trying to put the blame on anybody for what we all want!"
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind, Kathy."
Kathy pulled her eyes from the doorway through which her husband and Bonita had disappeared. Lee's dark eyes and handsome features were serious. The fact that he hadn't jumped up and rushed over to her helped calm her nerves.
"Thinking about something and doing it are two different things," she said. Then she giggled and exclaimed, "Wasn't that a brilliant observation!"
"Just take it easy," Lee said softly. "There's no rush, no hurry, and if you want to cancel out that'll be all right, too."
Kathy stared. "That wouldn't be fair. She felt her face getting red. "It wouldn't be treating you right, I mean."
"Nor you," Lee said, grinning. His face and eyes became serious again. "I can understand why you'd be nervous, Kathy. Bonita told me about you never having a man other than Walt. Are you sorry that you helped get this started?"
"I don't think so/' she said. "No, I'm not. I was surprised when Walt jumped at the chance so quickly, though. Do you think he and Bonita are doing anything yet?"
"Would you like to go take a look?"
"No!" Then, again sorry for her outburst, Kathy said in a softer tone, "Why don't you sit over here by me, Lee? I'll be all right in a few minutes. I can't understand what's wrong with me. I've been looking forward to this. Really!"
"It seems that there's something wrong with me, too," Lee said, getting to his feet and walking over to the couch. He sat down beside Kathy, not quite touching, and not before she saw that he didn't have an erection. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
"I've seen you unwilling to stand," Kathy said, smiling, relaxing somewhat, telling herself that when he was ready for sex she'd be ready. It was just the newness, that was all. She'd get hot soon enough, and maybe Lee would do things she'd never had done to her.
"I feel stupid being so backward, Kathy. I've never been like this. Maybe it has something to do with your beauty. But that's crazy! I guess this swapping's so new to me that I-"
Kathy waited a few seconds after Lee's words had trailed off, then said, "Walt and Bonita seem to have taken to it quickly enough. Maybe if we-"
Kathy's words were broken off by Lee's open mouth. She'd started to suggest that they kiss. Now, feeling his mouth covering hers, and his arms going around her body, she was glad he hadn't let her finish. She didn't know much about men, but she was sure that most of them wanted to lead the way when making love. Or having sex, she corrected herself, feeling his fingers unbuttoning her blouse. Because she had to remember that her love was to be saved for her husband.
Lee cupped a bra-encased breast and probed her mouth with his tongue. She eagerly accepted his tongue, and started using hers. She felt her nipples expanding against the bra cups and she felt the welcome warmth spreading from her loins. He broke the tongue-probing kiss and pulled his face back. His dark eyes were beaming.
"I want to see your beautiful legs," he whispered. "Right here and now. Please. I've waited so long."
She wondered why he didn't take her to a bedroom. But she silently allowed him to push her to her feet. There was plenty of light in the living room, but she knew that all the drapes had been drawn over the windows. When he slipped to his knees and reached for the skirt zipper with trembling fingers, she took her blouse off. Then, while he was tugging on the zipper, she quickly removed the brassiere.
He hooked his fingers under the skirt waistband and pulled. She wriggled her hips helpfully. He looked up-and saw her naked titties and let out a little whistle. But he didn't stop at taking off her skirt. He pulled her shoes off too, one by one, as she stepped out of the black garment. Then he reached up and quickly peeled her white half-slip down.
As she stepped out of it he leaned back and let his greedy gaze sweep up and down her long legs. She was wearing bikini-type panties. It seemed to her as if he stared at her legs for many minutes. But she knew that it couldn't've been much more than a minute. When he didn't say anything, or make a move to touch her, she began to wonder if she should do the leading, after all. She was getting hot, or hotter, and she couldn't see well enough to know if his penis was getting hard or not.
"You probably think I'm some kind of a nut," Lee finally said, resting his warm cheek against one of her thighs. "For stalling like this, I mean." He pulled his face back and looked up and met her eyes. "I don't know what the hell's wrong with me, Kathy. Maybe it's because I keep thinking Walt might come rushing out here or some damn thing, but whatever the reason I don't seem to be able to get a hard-on. This is the first time anything like that has ever happened to me!"
His fingers started caressing the backs of her legs. She wondered if he was hinting that she should give him special help to get his penis hard. She wasn't at all sure that she wanted to do anything like that. Hadn't Bonita told him that she was totally inexperienced in the more erotic acts? Maybe he was just trying to get permission to use his mouth on her. As if he'd have to ask!
"I'm sure Walt won't cause any trouble," she said, trying to read the expression in Lee's dark eyes. There was passion or lust, but underneath there seemed to be a kind of fear or worry. She sat down on the couch. "How could he? He's with Bonita. Maybe I just don't appeal to you."
"It isn't that! Hell, you're one of the most beautiful and desirable females I've ever seen!"
Before she could remind him that he hadn't yet seen quite all of her, she seemed to think of that truth himself. He walked forward on his knees and hooked his fingers under the top of the brief, tight panties. As he tugged, she lifted her buttocks helpfully.
It didn't take long for him to get the last remaining obstacle peeled off. Her ass had been pulled right to the edge of the couch. Her legs were parted, wantonly, she knew, and she'd never felt more exposed in her life. Lee was staring right at her pussy. Or right up her tingling cunt, she thought a little wildly. Was he going to tongue her? It seemed that he was!
Because he'd lowered his flushed face and was kissing her inner thighs. His tongue flicked out, causing her to gasp, and he started licking her inner thighs.
One, and then the other, turning his face quickly from side to side, and then his hands were slipping up under her buttocks.
She was squirming her buttocks by then. His fingers squeezed, digging into the flesh she knew was sleek and firm, and his warm breath was right there on her slit. His hot tongue parted the short dark hairs even more. Then his mouth was covering her hot, moist flesh, his tongue licking at her thick lips. Then, jabbing and probing into her quivering vagina. She sucked in her breath sharply.
His tongue didn't go to her joy button right away. The sensitive bud-like organ she'd fingered so many times. He slithered his tongue all around inside her hot hole until she was lurching, wiggling and clutching at his shoulders.
When he did put his tongue to her clit, and started lapping that erect organ, she moved her fingers to his dark hair. She moaned and chewed on her trembling lips, then clamped her thighs together, and dug her fingernails into his bobbing scalp.
Somehow, he'd gotten his lips on her clitoris, too. How and when she didn't know, but her legs had gotten draped over his shoulders. It felt as if he were trying to suck the very life out of her. It felt as if everything inside of her was being sucked out. But it also felt good, good, good!
Wonderfully good! She told him that, over and over and over, and then she cried out that she was coming. Then she did come, with her eyes wide open, and the loud gasping sounds from her own parted lips ringing in her ears.
When she went limp, Lee crawled out from under her legs and struggled to his feet. She saw his penis poking his pants out into a big tent. Grinning, he slipped out of his sport shirt.
"I don't mind telling you that I was worried," he said. "I was afraid that something about this swapping was going to make me impotent."
He wasn't wearing an undershirt. Before she could say that she was glad his worries about impotency were over, he'd dropped his trousers and boxer-type under-shorts around his ankles. She started worrying about taking the big penis. It had to be at least an inch longer than Walt's, and it was bigger around. The swollen purple head looked almost frightening.
Lee seemed to read her mind. "Don't worry," he said, dropping to his knees and working himself in between her legs. "If you don't already know it you'll soon find that it's only a matter of adjustment." He chuckled.
She didn't answer. She was too busy adjusting her soft flesh to his hard flesh. He hadn't waited for her to do the guiding but he'd been gentle, pushing slowly, and the head of his stiff tool had slipped in easily.
"Okay?" he asked, grinning and meeting her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, thrilling to the feel of the big hard cock and the idea of having it in her. "It feels heavenly. Go ahead and push, let yourself go. It's wonderful. I love it."
Kathy closed her eyes and Lee started giving her all of his big prick. She forgot about everything except that pleasure-giving instrument. Again he slipped his hands under and grabbed her ass. She was moving with him, with his thrusting tool, and she hoped he'd last long enough for her to climax again.
His mouth found one of her breasts. He sucked and tongued the erect nipple. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. She found that she was taking all of him. His opened mouth and his jabbing tongue trailed over to her other taut-tipped tit. His fingers squeezed her ass harder and he speeded up his thrusts. She matched the new pace.
He mashed his mouth against hers. For a moment she was startled. It was almost like kissing herself. That thought flashed through her feverish mind. Somehow, it seemed to make her hotter. She thrashed wildly, lashing her tongue at his, feeling the throbbing in his big cock.
He broke the tongue-lashing kiss. She pulled his chest to her breasts and squeezed hard with her arms and legs. He groaned and gave himself in short fast strokes. She cried out as his sperm spurted and triggered her spasmodic release.
"Wonderful," she whispered.
"You can say that again!"
She laughed. "Wonderful!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Bonita wondered how Lee was making out wiith Kathy. Each bedroom had an adjoining bathroom, but she hadn't had a chance or an excuse to go take a peek. The house was so well-insulated that it was almost sound-proof. For all she knew Lee and Kathy could already be in the other bedroom but she'd bet there'd been some screwing in the living room.
She turned and looked over at Walt. He was stretched out on his back and his eyes were still closed. They hadn't even kissed since returning to the bed, maybe five minutes before. She looked down and saw that his pecker was still soft. She'd let him rest for a few more minutes. There was plenty of time. It might even be a good idea to get up and turn the light out before introducing him to the more intimate sex acts.
Rather trying. Because he just might balk. He seemed to be even more inexperienced than she'd thought. He'd kissed and sucked on her titties. Hell, he'd started doing that just as soon as they'd gotten to the bedroom. But he hadn't done anything else except bury his pecker in her pussy and bang away on top but he'd lasted a surprisingly long time.
Five minutes, at least. Which was about twice as long as most men lasted with her the first time. His prick was about six inches, she guessed when hard. It was really a very adequate tool.
There'd been a little awkwardness in the beginning. Right after she'd laughed at his greediness and pushed his hands and mouth away from her throbbing tits. He'd straightened up and pulled away, his face flushed, and she'd looked down at the front of his trousers. His pecker'd been poking. She'd started wiggling out of her skirt and panties and told him that maybe he'd better get naked. He'd closed the door, his maze-blue eyes on her, and swiftly shucked his clothes.
His body was more muscular than Lee's lanky frame. There was a little more hair, too. Not much of the sandy-colored stuff, though. She was glad of that. She didn't like hairy men. She liked the feel of smooth flesh. Hair got in the way when kissing and using the tongue to stimulate.
Walt couldn't screw as well as Lee could. But that hadn't surprised her. Lee was in a class by himself, really-and she wondered if her horny husband had gotten Kathy to take his cock in her mouth yet. Lee wouldn't force her. She didn't think he would, anyhow. Just as she was fairly sure that he'd put his tongue in the dark-haired beauty's twat before he put in his tool.
Bonita closed her eyes. By damn, she'd better stop thinking about the possible meaning of Lee wanting to watch her with men and think about her own crazy thoughts. She guessed they were crazy. She could almost picture herself putting her lips and tongue on Kathy's flesh. Kathy's cunt?
She didn't know about that! Hell, she'd never really thought much about the Lesbian stuff before! But she was getting hot thinking about it now. It'd be fun to watch Lee with Kathy. She almost wished Walt wasn't there. She could go join her husband and the long-legged beauty. Join? Well, she could go take a peek, anyhow!
Maybe if everything worked out okay the four of them could screw on the same bed at the same time. The men could even switch back and forth. That would be exciting! She'd better take it easy with her thoughts and with her plans, though. Walt probably wasn't sexually sophisticated enough yet to even think too much about seeing his wife being screwed. Let alone seeing her involved in the more erotic acts.
Bonita almost laughed. Hell, she'd never even been involved in group sex. Or a foursome. Or a threesome, for that matter. Maybe she could take care of that the next day. Lee could get away from the office just about any time. For a few hours. She could have Kathy over, Lee could come home, and they'd do some fancy experimenting.
She was sure Kathy would go for just about anything. That beauty was ripe for new thrills. She wasn't so sure about Walt. She figured he'd go for her using her mouth on him, and maybe even start using his mouth on her love box that very night, but it might take longer to get him to engage in an orgy. Minor, or otherwise.
Opening her eyes, Bonita saw that Walt was looking at her face. She knew, after a quick glance down at his penis, that he'd been admiring her nakedness. His dick was pointing toward the ceiling. She smiled and sat upright. It'd been ten or fifteen minutes since they'd returned from the bathroom. He'd recovered quickly enough. He should be good for two or three minutes. If she didn't get too greedy. She didn't want him to come for a long, long time.
"Have you ever had a blow job, Walt?"
One of his hands was on her back, gently and slowly stroking it. The fingers on his other hand were fondling her titties. Both hands stopped moving, but he didn't remove them from her body. They just seemed to tick on her hot flesh.
"Did my question shock you so much?" she asked after a short silence. "Kathy told me that the two of you didn't go in for that kind of thing, but I thought maybe you'd tried it with other women. The giving and the receiving, that is. To answer a possible question, and to give you a little more time to make up your mind about what you want to tell me, I'll say that Lee and I do just about everything to and with each other."
Walt had removed his hands from Bonita's body. She turned her face and met his eyes. "I've never done anything like that with a woman," he said. His face got red. "And I've never done anything to a man! When I was a youngster a man sucked me off. I've never told anybody about that before. I was always too ashamed to talk about it even if the subject had been brought up." He chuckled. "Which it wasn't, of course! Damn, but I'm nervous!"
"You don't have to be ashamed or nervous around me," she said. "All of sex have an aura of beauty in my eyes. With one or two exceptions. The back door stuff turns me off to just thinking about it, because I'm afraid of all types of pain, I guess. Extreme sadistic and masochistic activities also leave me cold," she winked. "Even if I do get kind of wild sometimes when I'm climaxing."
"I'm not sure that I could return any intimate favors, Bonita. I've thought about it a lot, of course. I suppose just about everybody thinks of it at some time or other, whether they do anything about it or not, but..."
"Who said I was going to do anything like that?" Bonita broke in. "I just asked if you'd ever had a blow job, that's all. Did you like it when the man went down on you?"
Walt frowned. Then he saw that she was smiling, to let him know that she'd been kidding, he grinned. "Physically, as I vividly recall, it was out of this world. Do you take Lee all the way like that?"
"Sometimes. As well as other men, I should add." Bonita leaned over and placed her parted lips close to his mouth. "Do I disgust you? If so, honey, then we'd better call it quits right here and now."
Walt answered by putting his arms around Bonita's neck and pulling her mouth to his. They kissed, lashing their tongues together, and she started sucking on his tongue. He grabbed her ass and seemed to be trying to pull her on top of him.
She pulled her mouth away and whispered for him to stay on his back while she taught him a few groovy tricks. He dropped his hands to his sides and said that he'd bet that he'd be the most willing, student she'd ever had.
Getting on her hands and knees she straddled him,, then darted her tongue all over his muscular chest. Settling her lips over a little nipple she jabbed her tongue until the tip was hard. Then she trailed, jabbed and sucked until the other little nipple was extended into a small stiff spike.
She raised her head. "Lee's nipples are just about as sensitive as mine. If you'll work at it a little bit you'll find that stimulating yours will add greatly to your pleasure. You can make them very sensitive, I mean. So many men don't realize the pleasure possible with that erogenous zone on themselves."
"It wouldn't be very manly to always be playing with my nipples," Walt said. "Even if that also feels great!"
She'd balanced on one hand and started rubbing a forefinger back and forth across one of his elongated nipples. "What the hell do you mean by not being manly, Walt? You've beat your meat, haven't you? What's the difference in playing with your nipples and playing with your prick?"
"None, I guess," he said, lifting one hand to her hanging titties. "Move higher so that I can suck on these big beauties."
"Later," she said, wondering if she should go ahead right then and position herself so that they could do a sixty-nine. Or so she could see if he would put his mouth and tongue on and in her cunt. "Don't you want me to go down on you now?"
"I don't think I want you to finish me like that," he said, closing his eyes. He chuckled. "Meaning, of course, that I'm afraid that I'll be unable to get another erection!"
"Is twice your limit in one evening, Walt?"
"I jacked myself off earlier," he said. "While showering I got an erection, thought I might have a chance at you, and shot off a load as a kind of preparation."
Bonita didn't bother asking why he hadn't screwed Kathy. She suspected that he'd jacked off so much during his life that he got just about as much pleasure that way as with a partner. Maybe she could change that. She wouldn't put her crotch where he could get at it, though. She'd wait and let him start kissing and sucking on her tits and then put a little pressure on his head.
While thinking these thoughts, she'd trailed her parted lips and darting tongue down past his belly-button. She skirted around the curly brown hairs, and the poling prick, then tongued the muscular thighs. As yet, she hadn't touched his thrusting tool even with her fingers.
He'd squirmed his well-built body excitedly while she trailed downward. But now he was tense. A quick glance told her that his eyes were still closed. She moved even lower on the bed, using her hands to let him know she wanted him to part his legs. She wanted to get him so hot that he'd become completely carried away with passion.
She wasn't all that cool herself. But she wasn't in any danger of losing control and spearing his hard dick into her hot flesh. Her main problem, once she'd engulfed his hardness with her mouth, would be to keep from lavishing her attentions too long. Too long being until he came.
She liked it that way. Sometimes she thought it'd be grand to have three or four or more hard cocks waiting to be serviced in that delightful manner. She was afraid that Walt would be too physically pooped and mentally cool to even attempt to reciprocate if she finished him like that, though. And she did want to help him lose his inhibitions.
For Kathy's sake, more than for her own, because she enjoyed having a cock rubbing against her clit just as well as she did a lapping tongue. She was sure that Lee would successfully introduce Kathy to the pleasures of cunnilingus and fellatio, and if she didn't do the same for Walt the marriage would really be out of balance.
The sensible thing would've been for Kathy and Walt to experiment together, of course. But so many married couples seemed to always go about things in the wrong way. Just as she and Lee had done. They should've been completely honest with each other right from the beginning. With their desire to have outside sex, that was. They'd practiced the intimate erotic acts on their honeymoon.
"That could turn into torture, Bonita!"
Bonita had been fondling and kissing Walt's heavy balls. She'd always been fascinated by the way testicles slipped around so easily in their loose-skin sac. When she heard Walt's words, she lifted her face enough to see that his eyes were open.
"I think you need a lot of practice in prolonging the various types of sex acts, Walt. Popping off into a blistering climax should only be a part of the pleasure."
"I know," Walt said, clasping his hands behind his head. "I guess I was just fishing to see whether or not you were just teasing me. You do seem to be hesitating."
She grasped the thick base of his rigid rod with one hand, and clasped his balls with the other hand. She lowered her face and blew her breath on the dark red knob. He gasped. She flicked her tongue against the hard flesh a few times and he gasped a few more times.
Then, opening her mouth wide, she slowly engulfed the entire stiff shaft. Holding the pulsating prick deep like that for a few seconds, she managed to look and meet Walt's blazing blue eyes. She winked and he lurched upward. Expecting the move, she lifted with his lifting cock and brought her mouth on up until only the head was enclosed. She liked his dick very much.
She swirled her tongue around and around, while working her clasping lips in short up and down motions. She moved her hands to his hips, then slipped them around and grabbed his buttocks. His firm ass was surprisingly smooth. She kept on with what she knew was an expert blow job until she knew that if she didn't stop, the throbbing manhood would explode within a very short time.
His fingers had gone to her shoulders, and then had entangled in her hair. But he didn't try to keep her from lifting her head. As soon as he'd removed his fingers, she quickly got on her back beside him. He just as quickly scrambled to his hands and knees, his stiff shaft swaying and glistening with moisture. She'd raised her knees, and brought them together before he could get between them.
"I thought you wanted to suck my tits," she said. "This is a good time to start practicing prolonging the activity, don't you think?"
"I'm trying not to think too much," he said softly. He stared at her pussy, and for a few seconds she thought he was going to bury his thrusting tool without another word. But he grinned weakly and met her eyes. "I'm not sure that I can do what I know you want me to do, Bonita."
"I only want you to do it because of Kathy," she said. She laughed. "That's the most important reason, anyhow. Lee, as you must know, will teach her to enjoy what she'll then expect you to do."
"That was one of the things I was trying not to think about. Strangely enough, though, I don't really feel jealous. I'm glad of that. Partly because I told Kathy not long ago that jealousy was a sickness and a sign of insecurity. Do you think she'll take Lee's penis in her mouth?"
"I'd be surprised if she didn't. Would it make you angry to find that she had?"
"I hope I wouldn't be that foolish. I don't think I would. I knew what I was letting myself and Kathy in for when I came to this bedroom with you."
"Why did the two of you go four years without doing what you both must've wanted to do?"
"Because of the fear of being scorned. On my part, anyhow. Along with a general lack of communication, I suppose. It does take a special knack or some damn thing to be able to discuss sexual desire freely."
"I know," Bonita said. "I think it's a sad-ass shame, too. I resent the way people try to make something dirty and wrong of something as natural and beautiful as sex. And any kind of sex is natural and right when both participants are willing, Walt."
"You just about have me convinced," Walt said, moving and falling forward, burying his face between her thrusting titties.
She trailed her fingers over his back and shoulders. He'd grabbed a tit in each hand. This caused his body to be fully upon hers. The underside of his hard cock was flush against her belly. She could feel it throbbing. Her pussy was doing a little throbbing too by then.
Her titties were throbbing even before he lifted his face from the deep valley and started sucking on her small pebble-hard pink nipples. One, then the other, then back to the first one again. She liked the way he gave that kind of pleasure. She was sure that he'd be a quick learner when he did go lower.
Soon, and without any encouragement, he started the downward journey. He kissed and tongued his way down across her flat belly, leaving his squeezing fingers on her big breasts. His tongue darted around and then onto her button. At that point his hands left her taut-tipped breasts, moved to her sides, then molded her body down to her rounded hips.
When his parted lips and trailing tongue reached her short blonde pubic hair, he paused for a few seconds, then plunged right on down through the soft mat to the soft and smooth crevice. She failed to suppress a little gasp. She hadn't expected him to go to her cunt so quickly.
He shoved his tongue in, jabbing wildly and much too low. She wasn't sure that she wanted to give him instructions. She hated to take a chance on hurting his feelings. But she did want to teach him how to go down on a female. Didn't he know that he was supposed to stimulate the clitoris? Didn't he know where that sensitive organ was located?
She put her hands on his head. He kept right on delving deep and low. She wiggled toward the foot of the bed. When his tongue touched her clit, she stopped wiggling lower on the bed and lurched upward.
"There," she whispered, digging her fingernails into his bobbing scalp. "That's my passion switch, honey! Hey, you sure learn fast!"
Which was the truth. Because he'd immediately started lapping furiously, at the same time moving his hands under and grabbing her ass, tilting her quivering cunt so that he could get at her tingling clit better.
She didn't try to suppress the soft little moans of pleasure that began spilling from between her parted lips; nor did she try to check the race toward fulfillment that his surprisingly expert tongue-lapping had started her on.
She began hunching in harmony with the pleasure-giving caresses. She could tell that he was enjoying himself tremendously. She was glad of that. It wasn't right for a person to do anything as just a kind of duty.
She hoped Kathy would enjoy oral sex. And if it turned out that the beauty did go for that delightful type of pleasure as much as Walt did there'd really be some fancy erotic scenes at the Blanchard home in the future!
"I'm coming!" she blurted, arching and going tense as the inner spasms gripped her. "Oh, awwwwwwww-"
Part of the loud, drawn-out moaning was for Walt's benefit. Not that she wasn't thrilling to the spasmodic climax. But she did make more noise than was her custom, knowing that men liked to know that their attentions were being appreciated, and wanting to impress upon Walt the fact that he could give a woman tremendous pleasure with his tongue.
He kept right on going until after she'd removed her fingers from his head. Even then he wasn't in any hurry to release her moist butt and lift his face. His wet lips were parted in a broad smile, and his passion-filmed blue eyes were free of embarrassment.
"I've wasted a hell of a lot of time over the years," he said, still not making a move to mount her. "I wish I'd lost my inhibitions for the first time with Kathy, but I'm not going to worry about that or anything else at this late date."
"It's always foolish to worry," she said, smiling and wriggling her ass. "Let's have another screwing session and then go see how our spouses are making out."
"I don't think I'll ever be sophisticated enough to want to actually watch my wife having sex," he said, moving until he was poised for the penetration. "I think the four of us had better make some rules about things like that, don't you?"
Bonita had grabbed his hard cock with the ringers of one hand. She spoke before making a move to guide the smooth hardness. "Rules are made to be broken, Walt. Aren't we breaking our marriage rules or vows. Why not just take things as they come and enjoy the fun and pleasure without any foolish worrying? Didn't you just say that you weren't going to worry about anything?"
Walt pulled back until he was sitting on his haunches. He moved so fast that she was left with her fingers clutching thin air. It was a good thing she hadn't had a tight grip on his pecker, she thought. Had she said or done something was going to ruin everything?
"What's wrong, Walt?"
"Things have happened so damned fast, Bonita. I was just getting used to the idea of swapping my wife, and screwing you, when you went down on me. Then, before I could get used to the idea of having my face buried between your legs, you said we should go see how our spouses are making out. It all kind of hit me right between the eyes all of a sudden, I guess. Next you'll be suggesting that we all get together and have an orgy!"
She arched her eyebrows. "And why not? If things were to work out that way, what would be the harm? You're excited by the idea, honey. If you weren't, you wouldn't still have that stiff hard-on. Now why don't you put it in my pussy or in my mouth and stop feeling guilty just because some shitheads taught you that a monogamy relationship with the man always on top was the one and only normal way of having sex?" She laughed. "End of long-winded speech!"
"You're a character," Walt said, chuckling and moving into position again. "I think I'll bury my cock in your cunt this time-" he groaned as she guided him in "and then I'll let you suck me off all the way!"
"That's more like it," Bonita said, throwing her arms around his neck. "I'm going to make a free-wheeling swinger out of you yet."
Walt didn't say anything. He just crushed his wet mouth to hers, probed with his tongue, and pumped his pulsating prick in and out of her clasping cunt.
He lasted and lasted. Long enough for them to roll over on their sides and go at it from that position. Then she suggested that she get on top. He readily withdrew and got on his back. She mounted him and bounced up and down on his rigid rod for several minutes.
Then she climaxed. He was still stiff and strong so she suggested that he prong her from behind. He was eager to try that. She made sure that he didn't make a mistake, accidentally, or on purpose, and he really slammed it to her while squeezing her hanging titties.
She showed him how to put his hand down and use his finger to caress her clit while screwing her dog fashion. When he finally shot his load, filling her with his hot sperm, she was launched into a series of shuddering spasms.
While resting afterward, they talked quite freely, but Bonita was afraid to tell Walt that Lee wanted to watch. That, she decided, would have to be worked out by the four of them.
She got Walt's cock hard again, and suggested that they try the sixty-nine position. He eagerly agreed. But even while thoroughly enjoying the thrilling sensations of that wild erotic act, Bonita remained aware enough to wonder how Lee and Kathy were making out.
CHAPTER SIX
Lee and Kathy were resting. They'd taken their clothes to the bedroom. After going through the necessary routine in the adjoining bathroom, they'd remained naked and climbed onto the bed. With the door closed and the light on, they'd necked and kissed until their passion had flamed anew.
Keeping his own passion under tight control, Lee had gone down on Kathy again. It'd taken a lot longer to make her come that time. But he'd kept sucking until she spasmed. He'd enjoyed it, her dainty clit was a tasty morsel, but he'd also been thinking about conserving his strength.
He'd figured that it was going to be a long evening of sex and he hadn't wanted to take any chances on not being up to it. The more he could make her come with his mouth and tongue, the less he'd have to worry about keeping an erection.
Two climaxes in any twenty-four hours was usually his limit. He'd tried for the past few years to follow that self-imposed rule, at least. He hadn't always been successful, as Bonita often wanted sex right after he'd been with another woman-, but he'd learned to capitalize on his ability with his tongue whenever possible.
Not that he really enjoyed going down on all women.
Some he wouldn't even try, for one or more reasons and some he wouldn't give a whirl a second time. A few wouldn't allow it themselves. Very few, though, because he seldom encountered a female who didn't try to shove his face down between her legs if he didn't make the move first.
After making Kathy blast off, he'd screwed her until she'd had still another blistering finish. She'd really gone wild that time. Bucking and clawing and moaning, she'd squeezed her long legs around his body so tightly that he'd thought she was going to crack his ribs. She was really hot stuff when she got turned on.
Then, with his cock still hard, he'd withdrawn. Assuring the surprised beauty that he wasn't suffering, and that he was able and willing to wait until she'd fully recovered, he'd wiped his poking pecker on a towel.
Since then, stretched out on the bed beside her, he'd been patiently waiting for her to make the next move. He was sure that she wanted to put his cock in her mouth. The way she'd stared at it, told him that. Along with the way she'd licked her full lips. And he'd never gone down on a woman who'd failed to return the favor. A few times he'd even gotten a cherry as far as that type of sex was concerned.
He'd had women tell him that they never went down on their own husbands, even though they'd willingly blow him and other men, and that'd never surprised him all that much. There was something about marriage that did strange things to man and woman. It'd taken him and Bonita six years to become honest with each other. Maybe what they were doing would help Kathy and Walt get more fun and pleasure out of their marriage.
He hoped they could find some more couples willing to swap. But most of all, right then, he hoped the four of them could and would become completely uninhibited around each other. He wanted to watch Walt screwing Bonita, and Kathy. They could really have some wild times if the four of them got on a bed together. Or on the floor, for that matter.
Bonita would tell him all about Walt's dick, he knew. She'd tell him how big it was and whether Walt could use it. She'd already taken Walt's pecker in her mouth, he'd bet anything on that. Had Walt gone-down on Bonita? Maybe he could use some kind of an excuse to leave the bedroom and peek into the other bedroom. All he'd have to do was get into the hall, push the other door open and...
"What are you thinking about, Lee?"
Lee, startled by Kathy's words, turned to meet her glowing dark eyes. He didn't think it wise to tell her what he'd been thinking. Especially, that he'd been thinking about her husband's penis. A cold little chill raced up and down his spine. Was he turning into a homo? Hell, no! It was just natural curiosity.
"You might not like my thoughts," he said, forcing a smile.
Her beautiful face was serious. "Try me."
"I was hoping that the four of us would continue to be good friends after tonight," he said.
She smiled. "I like those thoughts," she said softly. "Or that hope."
"I was also hoping that we could find other couples willing to swap."
"I'm not sure that Walt and I would care to go that far," Kathy said, frowning. But she quickly smiled again. "You'd better let us get adjusted to what we've already done before talking about swapping with other couples."
He saw her glance down at this erect tool. He rolled over on his side, pushing his hard cock against her smooth and warm flesh. She parted her lips for his kiss. He darted his tongue and probed her sweet mouth. She let him probe for a few seconds and then began sucking on his tongue.
He fondled her lovely breasts. The twin mounds weren't very large, but they were full and firm. The nipples, instantly becoming hard, were a lot bigger than Bonita's little tips. He pinched them, each in turn, and then slipped his hand down over her smooth belly.
When he ran his fingers down over the silky soft dark mat, she parted her legs enough for him to cup her warm crotch. He slipped his middle finger into her hot moist cunt and when she gasped he pulled his tongue from her mouth. Her dark eyes were smoldering.
"My nipples are very sensitive," he said, pulling his finger from her quivering vagina. "How about using your tongue on them?"
"All right," she whispered. "Do you think that Walt and Bonita are kissing each other all over?"
"You'd better learn to say what you really mean," he said, chuckling and rolling over on his back. "I'd be willing to swear that Bonita has gone down on Walt, and I'd be willing to bet just about anything that Walt has tongued her twat. I still think we should go take a peek."
"I don't think I'm ready for anything like that," Kathy said, sitting upright. "I'm not ready to see my husband having sex, I mean. Will you close your eyes, Lee?"
Lee saw that she was gazing at his erection. He closed his eyes. "They're closed," he said softly. "I want you to know that you'll be free to stop at any time, Kathy."
She didn't say anything. He felt her getting on her hands and knees, straddling his body. Her hair tickled his chin as she lowered her parted lips to his left nipple. She flicked her tongue and the nipple jumped to attention. She began lapping at the hardness and he felt the tingling sensations darting down to his hairy balls and pulsing prick.
"That feels great," he said, immediately sorry that he'd spoken, afraid she'd get embarrassed and stop.
But she trailed her wet tongue over to his right nipple and jabbed it into an erection. She sucked the hardness, then licked her way back to the left nipple and sucked it. He knew that she was mentally working herself up to sucking his cock.
He could understand why she was hesitating, or stalling. He'd done the same thing the first time he'd lapped a pussy. Oral sex wasn't all that easy to do the first time. Many people went a lifetime without even admitting to themselves that they wanted to give such a thing a try. But it wasn't abnormal to blow a member of the opposite sex. It was perfectly natural, and was recommended by most of the authorities in the field of sexology.
Kathy trailed her parted lips and darting tongue down to Lee's navel. He took a chance and opened his eyes. She didn't lift her face. One of her hands went to his stiff shaft. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the hard flesh. He quickly closed his eyes when she started moving lower on the bed and on his body.
He felt her wet mouth skirt right on around his pubic hair and throbbing tool. Just thinking about having his cock in her mouth made it jerk a few times. Because it was going to be a first for her, he guessed. He hoped he wouldn't have to warn her about not scraping it with her teeth.
She kissed his thighs. He could feel her fingers sliding up and down on his rigid penis. Then he felt her warm breath on the knob. He opened his eyes for a few seconds. She was staring at his tool, her mouth only an inch away. He lifted just enough to cause the throbbing tip to touch her soft lips. Her tongue flicked out. He squirmed to give her encouragement, arid he felt her other hand cup his balls.
"You'd better warn me before you're ready to come,
Lee. I don't think I'm ready to take you all the way with my mouth, either."
"Okay," he said, opening his eyes. Her dark eyes were blazing. He grinned. "I'll give you plenty of warning." He chuckled. "I'd better warn you about something else right now, though. You might get tired. I'm a long-lasting stud, you know."
"Braggart," she said, smiling.
"I was just kidding," he said, meaning it. "I'm not so jaded that a hot mouth can't make me come within a few minutes. Watch your teeth, huh? That's a tender hunk of flesh in many ways, you know, and if you start to bite I'll slap you silly."
"So many warnings," she said.
"And so much talk."
Kathy opened her mouth wide and swallowed the big knob. Lee groaned with pleasure. Kathy sucked on the head, using her tongue, and then took more and more of the hard flesh into her mouth.
The dark-haired beauty was really a quick study, Lee thought, lifting and helping the greedy gal take his cock deep in her throat. She was already doing better than many women he'd known who'd practiced on many men for many years.
That was because she was doing it willingly. She enjoyed it, he thought, thrilling to the wonderful sensations. Her lips tightened around the stiff shaft and she began to suck up and down on almost the entire length of it. Her teeth weren't touching at all, and he would've bet that she would've known not to let them touch without his warning.
He put his hands on her smooth shoulders and began to thrust himself into her greedy mouth. He knew that she was finally living a fantasy she'd undoubtedly had all of her adult life. There was no doubt about the truth that she was finding the real thing enjoyable. She was lucky. So many things weren't as pleasant in reality as they were in the day-dreams.
Kathy suddenly took her mouth from him and lifted her face. "I've changed my mind, Lee. I want you all the way like this. You don't have any objections, do you?"
"I won't promise to get another hard-on and screw you again tonight, Kathy."
"That's all right. I've had enough screwing for now. Meaning, of course, that I'd rather sample something new now and have this big prong in my pussy another time."
Lee grinned. "Let's really give you a chance to sample something new, baby. Twist or shift your lovely body around so that I can get at you and we'll go down on each other at the same time. How does that sound?"
"Excitingly fascinating," Kathy said, swiftly starting to go along with Lee's suggestion.
With their heads between each other's thighs, she had the head of his cock in her mouth and was greedily sucking before he'd buried his face in her delectable flesh.
But soon he was handily and happily lapping her delightful cunt. Clutching her smooth ass, as she was clutching his butt, he still wasn't sure that he wanted her to finish him that way. He was a little leery about her taking the hot fluid in her mouth the first time she went down on a man. It could ruin the erotic act for her, give her a complex or some damn thing. If he could just last until her jaws got tired maybe it'd delay that possible problem until she was more experienced.
It didn't work out that way, though. She didn't get tired enough to stop. Or else she was so anxious to sample the results of her sucking that she refused to give up.
He made her climax once, rested long enough to catch his breath, then buried his face in her hot moist flesh again. The shudders throughout her lovely body didn't halt the lavish worship she was giving his throbbing tool. Nor did the second climax he produced for her, a series of spasmodic releases that had her twitching violently and clamping her sleek thighs tightly against his cheeks, even make her slow down her greedy sucking.
Temporarily tired of tonguing, knowing that Kathy would appreciate a respite from being sucked, Lee pulled his head from between her damp thighs. He could feel everything building, surging to his stiff throbbing cock, and he felt that he should give the passionate beauty one final warning.
"There'll soon be a deluge that just might disgust you, Kathy. Maybe you'd better stop now. Because if you jerk your mouth away at the last moment you'll ruin it for me."
He'd spoken softly, his voice little above a whisper, but he knew that she'd heard him. Her mouth and tongue started working even faster. He thought, what the hell, she was a married woman, not a young innocent kid, and he clamped his legs so that she wouldn't be able to pull away if she changed her mind at the last moment. He held back just as long as he could. Then, pushing as deeply as he could into her mouth and down her throat, he gasped and let it go. Almost instantly she was struggling to get free and he could hear her choking and gagging.
He freed her just as soon as the last of his lust had been ejected. Sputtering, she grabbed the towel, and the spitting sounds caused him to chuckle. He'd warned her, by damn. If she raised hell he just might slap the shit out of her.
"I'm sorry I pulled away so quickly, Lee. But it was a startling experience right there at the last. Even if I did know what to expect. I didn't ruin it for you, did I?"
She'd moved away and turned around so that she could see his face. Her dark eyes and beautiful features were serious. He knew that she'd liked the sensation of having him come in her mouth. Just as he was sure that with a little more practice she'd not only be about as good as Bonita in the oral department, but would also not be choking or gagging.
"You didn't ruin it for me," he said. He grinned. "Because I wouldn't let you."
"I'm not sure that I would've pulled completely away," she said seriously. Then she smiled. "I'll bet that I don't the next time!"
"I'd bet the same thing," he said, sitting up and swinging his feet to the carpeted floor. "It'll have to be on another occasion, though. And probably with your own husband. I think I've had it for one evening. We'd better go see if our mates are back in the living room."
"I don't think I want Walt to know about everything that we've done," Kathy said. "Not yat, anyhow."
"I hope you don't think that I'm going to start blabbing about what we've been doing. I won't. Not to Walt, that's for sure. I don't want to get involved in possible bickering between you two. Hey, you're really worried about facing your husband, aren't you?"
Kathy had climbed from the bed. She was just standing there, her lovely nakedness still just as dazzling in his eyes and he was tempted to break his self-imposed rule. It'd be easy. Staring at her long legs, the dark triangle, he could feel a response in his loins. Just one touch of her fingers or her lips and he'd have another erection.
"There's a certain amount of worry, Lee. I might even get to thinking about Walt having Bonita and decide that I no longer want him. It really isn't very flattering to think that he was so eager and willing to let you have me."
"He wanted Bonita," Lee said, wondering if there was going to be trouble when Kathy and Walt did see each other. "Walt thinks enough of you to want you to have pleasure, I mean. You should look at it that way, Kathy."
"I guess I'm just now realizing what has happened,"
Kathy said. "It was a drastic step that Walt and I took. We'd never cheated on each other. I wanted our marriage to last. I hope this doesn't mean the beginning of the end to all our plans."
"I'm disappointed in you," Lee said, walking over to the chair where he'd placed his clothes. "Next you'll be trying to convince me that you didn't enjoy the sex we had, Kathy."
"I'm sorry, Lee. I didn't mean it that way. Actually, I don't know what I meant. Or mean. I suppose it's just a let-down feeling I sometimes get after even the best of sexual releases. You know? Didn't you ever hear of a person getting the blues after having sex?"
"Sure," Lee said, pulling his pants on over his shorts. "You'll feel better when you find out that Walt isn't jealous and wants to continue swapping."
Kathy brightened. "Do you really think he'll feel that way, Lee?"
"Sure," Lee said again. "I'm betting that he'll be very friendly with you and with me."
"I hope so," Kathy said, starting to get dressed.
"I'd also be willing to bet that the two of you will have sex not long after you get home, Kathy."
"You must be kidding!"
Lee chuckled. "No, I'm not. You'll both want to try out what you've learned tonight."
Kathy said that she doubted that. But Lee was right on both counts. He didn't find out until the next day about the latter, but he found Walt to be very friendly when the four of them met in the living room. And he was just as happy as Kathy and Bonita were about that. He promised himself that at their next get-together he'd manage somehow to do some observing...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm glad everything worked out so well," Bonita said. "I would've never forgiven myself if we'd caused trouble between you and Walt."
"It's a shame that Walt and I didn't do some experimenting long ago," Kathy said, finishing her coffee. She giggled. "I'll have to tell Lee that he was right. He said that he'd bet that Walt and I had sex not long after we got home."
"That's more than Lee can say," Bonita said, finishing her coffee and standing. She laughed. "Or we, I guess I should've said. Anyhow, we both went right to bed and to sleep soon after you left."
"Lee said that we'd want to try out what we'd learned," Kathy said, blushing slightly. She also got to her feet. "I'm going to stop coming over here every morning for coffee, Bonita. Really. I think you should come over to my house at least every other day."
Bonita, feeling that Kathy was only trying to change the subject, said that she'd hate to change the pleasant habit they'd acquired; that sometimes she wasn't even dressed by ten o'clock.
"I can just about count the times I had to wait until you put something on," Kathy said, following Bonita from the kitchen. "I will say that you don't have much on now, though!"
Bonita deliberately jiggled her ass while walking along the hallway. Or made it jiggle more than usual. She was wearing a filmy negligee, practically transparent, over brief black bikini-type panties and a thin see-through black bra. She was stalling about telling the long-legged beauty that Lee would be there around ten-thirty.
It was ten-fifteen then. Kathy had been there about ten minutes. They'd chatted about how pleased they were that there hadn't been any jealousy the evening before, both keeping it light and meeting each other's eyes freely enough, but Bonita couldn't get used to the thoughts that kept popping into her mind.
She'd lied to Kathy about going right to sleep the night before. She and Lee had planned what she hoped would soon be happening. Her horny husband had started it. Saying, after they were in bed, that he'd like to give it a go with two women at the same time. She'd remembered the thoughts she'd had about Kathy, told Lee, and he'd said that he'd like to see two women sexing it up together.
Pretending that she wasn't really interested in anything like that, she'd turned her back to him and said that she was sleepy. He'd laughed and said that he was sleepy and pooped. She hadn't disturbed his sleep a little later when she'd gotten steaming hot.
The demanding heat in her loins had been caused by thoughts of Kathy, just as much as by the thoughts of being involved in a threesome for the first night. She'd finally fingered herself to a copious climax, remembering and agreeing with Kathy's words about masturbation not being such a poor substitute at times.
"I suppose I should be getting on home," Kathy said, not making a move to leave the easy chair she usually picked when she visited in the mornings. "The housework won't get done with me sitting here, that's for sure."
"You should feel like me," Bonita said. "Housework is the least of my worries. As long as it doesn't look like a pigpen in here Lee and I are satisfied."
"I wish I could be like you in several ways, Bonita. You're so easy-going and all. You don't seem to worry about anything."
"Why worry?" Bonita asked, telling herself that she wasn't going to worry about erotic thoughts. Her gay thoughts, she guessed they'd be called. "Life's short and we'll be a long time dead, Kathy. And even if we live to be old we'll need all the pleasant memories possible." She smiled. "Right?"
"I'd rather not talk about old age or death," Kathy said, shaking her shapely shoulders in an exaggerated shiver. Her perky breasts jiggled under the white cotton sweater. "Let's talk about something more pleasant."
"Okay," Bonita said, lowering her gaze to Kathy's long legs. The tight blue skirt had hiked high on the lovely thighs. "In my opinion the most pleasant subject is sex. As well as the most exciting. Why don't you tell me about the fun you and Walt had when you got home last night?"
"There isn't much to tell," Kathy said. "We just did what I did with Lee and what Walt did with you. I-I didn't gag."
Bonita lifted her eyes to Kathy's slightly flushed face. "Did you spit?" she asked.
Kathy's dark eyes sparkled. "No, and I don't think I'll be embarrassed all that much no matter how we talk. That's what you're trying to find out, isn't it?"
"I want you to lose all of your embarrassment, Kathy. Not only when you and I are talking, but also when the men are around. In fact, I'd like to see the four of us move from the forms of sex you've tried to more complex combinations."
"You mean you want the four of us to be on one bed at the same time?"
Bonita smiled. "Or right here in the living room would do just as well. Lee expressed a desire to see me having intercourse with Walt. As well as being a witness to the more fancy acts, for that matter. You wouldn't mind watching and being watched, would you?"
"I'll admit that it sounds exciting," Kathy said. "I don't know if Walt would go that far, though."
"I think that Walt would go along with anything the rest of us wanted to do." Bonita said. "Let's have a real party Saturday night and find out. Hey, that's tomorrow night, isn't it? We can have a few drinks and really cut loose. The men won't have to work the next day, I mean. You two can spend the night. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Before Kathy had a chance to say anything, Lee entered. He'd come in from the back, using the hallway, and Bonita hadn't even heard his car.
"How lucky can a guy get?" Lee said, chuckling. "Two lovely gals waiting for him to run home for a little fast and hot action. Didn't you tell Kathy what we had in mind, honey?"
Kathy had been staring. Bonita said, "I'd just gotten to the part about having a party and a foursome. I did find out tihat they sixty-nined after they got home and she didn't spit."
"I should've known that you two would plan something like this," Kathy said, getting to her feet.
"Any objections?" Bonita asked, also standing.
Kathy giggled. "I can't think of one serious enough to make me want to miss anything!"
Lee had already slipped out of his suit coat and pulled off his tie. He chuckled, held out his hands to them both, and said, "Let's go to a bedroom and do some experimenting."
"That would be like the blind leading the blind," Bonita said, glancing down at the big bulge Lee's erection was making. She met Kathy's glowing eyes. "We're just as inexperienced as you are when it comes to a trio, honey."
"Oh?" Kathy said, arching her eyebrows. Then she smiled, took Lee's hand, and said, "I'll bet we don't have much trouble figuring out what to do."
Bonita slipped out of the thin negligee and took Lee's other hand. "I just might try something that I'm beginning to think that I've always wanted to try." She squeezed her husband's hand. "I don't want to hear any name-calling afterward, though."
"You won't," Lee said, leading them toward the hall. "Not from me, anyhow."
"There's one thing I want understood," Kathy said. "I will object to any and all painful acts."
Bonita only listened as Lee assured Kathy that he didn't go for anything that produced pain. She knew that the beauty had thought she'd meant that she might try taking Lee's penis in the back hole; she hoped there wouldn't be any serious objections if or when she did go down on Kathy.
In the bedroom, Bonita released Lee's hand and hurried over and pulled the spread from the bed. When she turned, freeing her big breasts in the same movement, she saw that Kathy had pulled the sweater off and was patting her dark hair back in place. Lee was kneeling to take off his shoes and socks.
Bonita peeled out of her brief black panties while Kathy was unhooking and removing her white brassiere. Bonita admired the high and round mounds, the olive skin. She saw the dark eyes flick over her thrusting titties, down to her blonde triangle, and she knew that the admiration was being returned. She smiled and sat down on the side of the bed. She knew that she was going to put her mouth and tongue on the perfectly formed titties if she didn't trail down lower.
Lee was naked by the time Kathy had her shoes off and her skirt circling her ankles. He glanced at Bonita, then pecker poking and swaying, moved forward and dropped to his knees before Kathy. He got the skirt out of the way while she lifted her feet. Kathy looked at Bonita, her dark eyes questioning.
"I once stood while a woman went down on me," Bonita said, watching Lee's hands reach up and his fingers hook underneath the waistband of Kathy's white panties. "I don't feel the slightest twinge of jealousy, Kathy. Let Lee heat you up right there."
"I'm already hot," Kathy said, wriggling her ass and hips as Lee tugged on the tight panties. "Did you do anything to the woman, Bonita?"
"No," Bonita said, staring at the short black pubic hairs. "I've had what I suppose would be called gay thoughts, but I've never done anything about them."
Kathy gasped. She had a good reason. Because Lee had buried his face between her legs, flush against her pussy. Bonita could see that he'd parted the lips of Kathy's vagina with the fingers of one hand, while he stroked the backs of her long legs with his other hand. Watching and knowing that Kathy's clitoris was being tongued, Bonita felt her own clit tingling and becoming erect.
Lee didn't finish Kathy. He pulled his face back and told her to sit on the side of the bed. She sat about two feet from Bonita. He walked on his knees to Bonita. She parted her legs and let him bury his face in her pussy. He parted the blonde hairs with his tongue, licked the slit a few times, and then probed and lapped her most sensitive organ.
Lee didn't finish Bonita, either. She knew why, and was glad that he hadn't. He was trying to get them all so hot that their love-play would become totally uninhibited. He got to his feet and poked his hard dick at Bonita's mouth. She kissed the blunt end. He pushed it against her lips. She flicked her tongue, then took the head into her mouth.
She sucked on the head, using her tongue, and then let him thrust deeper. But he only made a few thrusts and withdrew. He stepped over to Kathy and pushed the glistening shaft against her mouth. Kathy parted her lips, kissed, flicked her tongue, and then engulfed the wet red knob. He thrust in and almost out of Kathy's mouth a few times and then withdrew.
"Both of you stretch out on the bed," he said. "Side by side and on your backs."
They obeyed. Bonita felt Kathy's warm and sleek hip touch hers. She liked the sensation. She remembered reading, and thinking about, females putting their cunts together and grinding them together until they climaxed. She wondered how that would feel.
"Who wants it first?" Lee had climbed onto the bed and was near their feet, sitting back on his haunches. He was grinning, his dark eyes going from pussy to pussy, his big dick seemingly bigger than it'd ever been before. "Somebody had better give me the word!"
"I'll wait," Bonita said. "Give it to our guest first."
"It'll only take about three or four strokes," Kathy said. "I'm balanced right on the brink, really, and I'd probably come if I so much as touched my nipples."
"Maybe I shouldn't waste my energy for just three or four strokes," Lee said, chuckling low in his throat. "Why don't you touch her nipples and make her melt, Bonita?"
"Maybe cause I'm not hot enough," Bonita said. "Maybe because I'm afraid that Kathy would object."
She'd turned her face and lifted enough to see that Kathy's eyes were closed. The passion registering on the beautiful face was proof that a climax was very near. She stared at the nearest lovely breast, the elongated nipple. The hard flesh seemed to be drawing her mouth like a magnet. She heard Lee whisper for her to go ahead and do it; she didn't hear anything from Kathy except her excited breathing.
She flicked her tongue over the hard tip. Kathy gasped. She lowered her mouth and started sucking on the nipple. She felt Kathy pushing more of the firm breast into her mouth; and felt the bed swaying and jiggling as Kathy's body squirmed and wriggled wildly.
She didn't have to look to know that instead of using his prick, Lee was again using his tongue on Kathy's slit. Also, she didn't have to open her eyes or stop her greedy sucking to know that the fingers she felt fondling and squeezing her big hard-tipped titties belonged to Kathy.
She felt a finger slipping into her quiveringly hot pussy. It belonged to Lee, but she fleetingly wished that it were Kathy's. That would mean that she wouldn't be leading the way to Lesbianism. She almost laughed aloud. Hell, she'd already become the leader. Wasn't she sucking on Kathy's tit!
The bed stopped swaying and she felt the finger being pulled out of her cunt. Kathy's fingers left her throbbing titties; and she pulled her mouth and tongue from the firm breast. Kathy's eyes were still closed. The parted lips were moist from the pink tongue that kept darting out and around.
"Go ahead and kiss her, Bonita. She wants you to. Isn't that right, Kathy?"
Bonita felt Lee pushing, trying to get her on top of Kathy. She'd already rolled over on her side and was pressed close to the exciting female nakedness. She wasn't sure just when she'd made that move. Except that she knew it'd been while she'd been greedily sucking on the delightful female flesh.
Kathy hadn't answered; nor opened her eyes. Bonita knew that the beauty wasn't going to object, didn't want to object. She looked around and met Lee's gleaming eyes. His whole hand massaged her crotch, from behind and underneath, his finger making contact with her clit again, and her passion soared higher and higher.
Lifting, pulling away from Lee's finger, plastering her nakedness against Kathy's nakedness, Bonita kissed Kathy full on the mouth. The lips were soft and smooth and sweet. She felt the hot tongue plunge into her mouth. Thrilling to the strange desires that gripped her, Bonita sucked on Kathy's tongue and pressed her cunt against Kathy's.
She felt her clit make contact with Kathy's. She began squirming, going through the motions of screwing, and Kathy quickly responded. The sensation was wonderful. Body to body, breasts against breasts, kissing with wild abandonment, they moved together.
The rhythmic motion of flesh against flesh, the friction that generated pleasure, soon sent Bonita surging into an almost violent release. She felt Kathy arching upward and knew that the beauty was also climaxing. She was dimly aware of Lee's fingers caressing her ass; just as she was vividly aware of Kathy's fingers slipping between their bodies and squeezing her breasts.
Breaking the feverish kiss and lifting her face just as soon as their bodies were still, Bonita saw the tears flooding Kathy's dark eyes. Before she could ask what was wrong, even though she was sure that she knew, she felt Lee's hands pulling at her butt, and his loud words about wanting in on the action.
Flopping over on her back, she watched as Lee pushed in between Kathy's legs, aiming his thrusting tool with both hands. She could've used the big dick right then, but she could understand why her husband would pick Kathy. He could have his own wife just about any time; it was natural for him to pick the hot stuff he still hadn't had all that much.
"Don't worry, Bonita. I'm in no danger of coming right away. I'm figuring on shifting back and forth a few times before blasting off the first time."
Bonita had turned over and propped on an elbow, fascinated by the way Lee and Kathy were moving together. Screwing was beautiful, she thought. To watch, as well as to do, and what she and Kathy had done even had a strange kind of beauty. What could be so wrong about something that felt so good?
Lee was braced on his hands and arms, pumping steadily, and Kathy was meeting each thrust. She turned her face toward Bonita. Her dark eyes were still filled with tears, but there hadn't been enough to cause wet streaks on her smooth cheeks. Maybe, Bonita thought, the tears had been caused by ecstatic happiness, instead of by shame for the Lesbian activities.
"I didn't think I'd ever do anything queer," Kathy said softly. Then, louder, "But then I never thought I'd be having sex with a man while his wife watched, either!"
"I think the tears I see in your eyes are crocodile tears," Lee said. He chuckled. "Meaning, of course, that both of you gals got a big bang out of what you did, so why try to deny it? And why knock what you enjoyed with derogatory terms?"
"Lee's right," Bonita said, reaching over and fondling Kathy's jutting titties. "I can see by the way you're returning Lee's thrusts that what we had fun doing didn't spoil you for a man's cock and I'm sure that I-"
Bonita let her words trail off and lowered her opened mouth to Kathy's. It'd seemed so silly to be yapping and letting the sweet lips go to waste. This time she plunged her tongue into Kathy's eager mouth and let that darling suck. Then, knowing Kathy was just about to come, she pulled her mouth and tongue away so that she could watch that thrilling event. Lee mashed his opened mouth to Kathy's and lashed himself furiously.
Kathy wriggled her beautiful ass wildly, taking everything Lee had. Bonita, hot as hell, could hear her own loud breathing. She clamped her thighs tightly together, afraid that she was going to have to jam her finger in her own twat before Lee finished Kathy off.
But she didn't. When Lee pulled his glistening rod from Kathy, leaving that beauty limp and moaning softly, she rolled over on her back and parted her legs. Lee crawled over and drove his stiff cock into her moist cunt without waiting to be guided. She surged up to meet him and his big prick and they made the bed bounce and sway.
Bonita came within sixty seconds. Lee was still going strong when she shuddered spasmodically and went limp. Kathy had moved so that she could get a good view of the action. The dark-haired darling, her dark eyes gleaming, said that she'd never dreamed that the sex act had such graceful beauty.
Saying that they could talk and do anything else they wanted to do after he left to go back to work, Lee pushed in between them and got on his back. "One on each end," he said, grinning.
Bonita reached under the mattress and found a clean towel she always kept tucked there. She wiped off his trusty tool. She said that since she was closer she'd start there. But she only stroked the rigid rod with her fingers while Kathy was straddling Lee's face. Then, keeping her eyes on Kathy's sleek ass, she lowered her face and took the head of her husband's big cock into her mouth.
Lee came before she had a chance to smother him with her pussy. She'd meant to blow him only for a short while. But when she felt the tell-tale expansion,, she was afraid that he'd shoot off into the air if she attempted to make the shift. So, laboring expertly and happily, she sucked until he came in her mouth. She let the hot sperm flow right on down her throat. Then she lifted her mouth from the limp pecker and thrilled to the way Kathy was squirming through the spasms produced by Lee's stimulating lips and tongue.
She knew right then that she was going to give that a try.
When Kathy swung her pussy from Lee's face, Bonita laughed and said that maybe he'd better get dressed and take his limp dick back to the office. Then she said that she was just kidding; that if he could stay longer and really wanted more sex it was fine with her. "And with Kathy, I'm sure," she added. "But we have decided to have a drinking sex party tomorrow night and all day Sunday if we last that long."
Saying that maybe he'd better save himself, and that he did have to get back to the office, Lee swung from the bed and started dressing. Kathy swung from the bed and hurried into the bathroom. Bonita told Lee that she really hadn't meant to rush him away. He grinned and said that he figured she wanted to go down on Kathy and he didn't want to hang around and cramp her style.
Since that had been on her mind, she forced a smile and said that if Kathy didn't put her off there'd be plenty of chances for him to watch and to join. Dressed by then, he told her that for about two cents he'd hang around and peek. But he said that he did have an appointment, kissed her, and left. She went to the window and was watching him back the car out of the driveway when Kathy came in.
"Are you too tired for me to do what you must know that I want to do, Kathy?"
"No, but I don't think I'll be able to-to kiss you down there, Bonita."
Bonita laughed, and it was a nervous sound to her own ears. "I'm not sure that I'll be able to go through with it. This might be a time, for me, where reality has very little in common with the fantasy. Hey, you liked the mouth-kissing, and the clit-rubbing, didn't you? Sure, you did!"
"You answered your own question correctly," Kathy said, her voice sounding strangely calm. She climbed onto the bed, got on her back, and parted her long legs. "So many unusual things have happened lately that I find myself no longer very startled or shocked by anything. Actually, I think I'm becoming something of a sex-nut. The more I get the more I want, I'm fresh and clean and ready."
Bonita had been standing beside the bed, near the foot, staring at Kathy's beautiful body. She felt that she should go freshen herself, just in case Kathy did get passionate enough to return the favor she was going to bestow, but she didn't want to take the time.
Staring at the dark bush, and the pink gash, she climbed onto the bed and got on her hands and knees. Her face was suspended directly over the dainty little belly-button. She decided that she'd go right to the target. She'd already kissed the female lips and sucked on one tit. She'd enjoyed that experimenting.
She experienced a moment of panic. She'd been walking backward on her hands and knees, positioning herself for giving the intimate caress she'd had bestowed upon her inner flesh so many wondrous times. She was just about to perform a perverted act. A queer, abnormal, unnatural sex act, and what if she felt degraded afterward? What if it spoiled her great pleasure with men? But how could it? Going down on a woman shouldn't stop her from enjoying having a man tongue lapping at her clit and a cock pumping away in her cunt.
"I don't think it's right for you if you have to force yourself, Bonita. Why don't we just forget the pussy-kissing stuff and maybe do like we did before?"
Bonita didn't feel that she was really having to force herself. She was hesitating more than stalling, even getting a kick out of simply gazing at the glistening gash she wanted to kiss and tongue. The short curly hairs were already parted. She clasped the sleek rounded hips with both hands and slowly lowered her opened mouth to the pulsating pussy.
She kissed the soft moist lips, liking that, as well as the little gasp it brought from the lips above. She slipped her hands around and under and clasped the smooth cheeks of the firm bottom. She felt giddy, and there was a choking sensation in her throat.
She slowly slithered her tongue in between the slippery lips. A strange excitement came over her. She fleetingly thought that she'd wasted a lot of time. She was already enjoying herself tremendously. She quickly found the clitoris and began lapping that erect flesh, knowing exactly how to do it so as to give the utmost pleasure. And why not? Wasn't it natural for a female to do it even better than a male?
Kathy clamped her thighs against Bonita's cheeks and began squirming. Bonita didn't feel trapped. Even if she would've had to pry herself free. Nor did she feel like a prisoner. Even if she did know that she was. The sense of power she was experiencing somehow seemed to be even more pronounced than that she felt when blowing a man.
Feeling Kathy's fingers entangling in her blonde hair, Bonita still didn't lose her sense of power. All she had to do was stop lapping and Kathy would be left hanging; where as, a man could hold her in place and keep thrusting until he shot his wad whether she wanted to continue or not. Unless she wanted to bite, of course, and she'd never want to do that kind of damage-
"I'm about to come, Bonita! Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Kathy had lurched upward and tensed her body even before loudly blurting the information Bonita already knew. Even though her mind had been wandering, skipping here and there, Bonita hadn't stopped lavishing her attentions upon Kathy's sensitive flesh. And she hadn't stopped enjoying the erotic act. She had to fight against putting her finger on her own clit while the spasms rippled against her greedy tongue.
She slipped her hands from under Kathy's sleek behind as soon as the lovely young woman went limp. But she hesitated lifting her face after Kathy's fingers had been withdrawn from her hair. She was afraid that she might not like what she saw on the beautiful features and in the equally beautiful eyes.
"That was wonderful, Bonita! How could anything that feels so good be considered so wrong?"
"Don't ask me." Bonita said happily. "I'm beginning to think that all the jerks throughout history who made the antipleasure rules or laws should've been horsewhipped." She laughed. "Unless they enjoyed that! Then they should've been denied their pleasure."
"I don't think I'm ready to kiss you down there, but I could use my finger and maybe nibble on your breasts."
Before Bonita could answer, and accept Kathy's offer, they heard the doorbell. Saying that it wouldn't take her long to get rid of whoever it was, Bonita pulled from between Kathy's long legs and swung from the bed. She grabbed a red, terrycloth bathrobe and hurried through the house.
It was the laundry man. He grinned and gazed into the top of her robe. For a few seconds she couldn't even remember his name. Paul, she thought. Not that it made any difference. He was a man and had a cock she wanted to use.
"I just dropped by to let you know that I talked to my wife," he said, lifting his eyes from her partially exposed tits. "She won't go for swapping, and threatened to divorce me if I mentioned it again, but I've lined up one of my hot-ass customers. Would it be okay for me to bring her for your husband?"
"We'll discuss it later," she said, taking his hand and pulling him inside. She closed the door and slipped out of the robe. "Right now I'm in a hurry to use that thing I can see straining to get free."
"My cock's lifting and straining to become a prisoner in your cunt or mouth," he said, laughing and making a move to grab her.
She backed away, holding up her hands. Quickly she told him about Lee, Kathy, and what she'd just finished doing when he'd pushed the doorbell button. He hurriedly shucked his clothes, while she was talking. He was naked and tremendously ready by the time she'd told him all she wanted him to know. He took her hand and told her to lead the way.
Surprised, Kathy sat upright, folding her arms across her titties. Paul grinned and nodded, and then dropped to his knees and kissed Bonita's blonde pussy. She quickly explained to Kathy. Then pulling away from Paul's greedy lips and darting tongue, Bonita hurried to the bed and again buried her face between Kathy's legs.
Kathy fell backward on the bed. Paul got behind Bonita. She guided his stiff shaft into her clasping cunt. For two or three minutes the three of them moved as one. They climaxed within seconds of each other. After that they tried other positions. Bonita decided that the joy of being in the middle, with her tongue in a twat and a prick in her pussy, was her favorite form of sexual pleasure.
She told Lee all about it that evening.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was early Saturday evening. Kathy and Walt were with Bonita and Lee in the Cordell living room. Bonita had mixed a pitcher of martinis. They were all on a second drink. Bonita had just finished telling about the route man, Paul Chilton, and that young man's offer to bring one of his hot-ass customers to a swapping session.
She hadn't told about Kathy's participation, figuring that she'd let Kathy handle that. Nor had she mentioned the threesome with Lee as a member, or the fact that she'd gone down on Kathy. She knew that Kathy hadn't told Walt anything, for which she was sorry, because he'd have to know sooner or later and she still wasn't sure that Walt would ever become a free-wheeling swinger.
"The more the merrier," Lee said a few seconds after Bonita stopped talking. He chuckled. "A trite saying, that, but I'd be all for letting this Paul and his customer join even if he hadn't already made it with my wife."
"I'm not sure that I go for the idea," Walt said. "It could lead to all kinds of trouble. If Kathy and I were involved in any kind of a scandal, my folks just might boot my butt out of the hardware store and the only career I have would go down the drain."
Kathy patted her husband's knee and said, "And if that scandal had anything to do with sex, his folks and my folks would probably be ready to disown, dismember, and disembowel us!"
Bonita said, "Let me get something straight, Walt. Do you object to adding more couples? Or do you object to the fact that Paul won't be bringing his own wife?"
"We'd have to give more thought to swapping with other married couples," Walt said. "And that might lead to trouble. However, I guess my main objection is that the fellow wouldn't be sharing his own wife. He could pick up some whore. Besides, don't you think there'd be some hell raised if his wife found cut?"
"I can't see that it'd be any skin off our asses if she did find out," Bonita said. "Just what could she do to us? Besides, Paul told me that he was sure she had at least one boyfriend, and that a few times when drinking he'd bragged about banging some of his female customers. I don't think his wife would cause any trouble. He even said that he still might talk her into swapping."
"I vote that we take the young fellow and any female he can get," Lee said. "What difference does it make who he brings? We're out for fun and pleasure, aren't we? Hell, if he brought a different gal each time it'd be even better!"
"I vote with Lee," Bonita said, looking at Kathy. "I think the majority should decide. Right, honey?"
"I guess so," Kathy said, staring at the glass in her hand. "Yes, and I think it might be better for you to tell Walt what happened yesterday, Bonita." She giggled nervously. "Or I suppose Lee could tell it just as easily! I imagine you filled your husband in on everything that happened after he left."
"I did tell Lee," Bonita said meeting Walt's puzzled blue eyes. "Do you want me to tell you here or in a bedroom, Walt?"
"Here," Walt said. He finished his drink. "I'll say right now, though, that I'm sorry my wife didn't trust me enough to tell me, herself."
"I'll tell you now," Kathy said.
She finished her drink. Then she calmly gave a sketch of everything that'd happened the day before. She didn't talk very long, but even so she managed to get in all the important details. Her little speech was followed by a long silence.
"Kathy really didn't do any more than kiss me on the mouth and nibble on my breasts," Bonita finally said, getting to her feet. "And I couldn't truthfully be called gay even if I do enjoy the gay stuff. I mean, a Lesbian doesn't want to make it with a man and-" she laughed "-you'd better believe that kissing your beautiful wife's lovely pussy didn't detract from my desire for poking pricks!"
"All I saw was them rubbing their cunts together and sucking each other's tongues," Lee said, draining his glass and putting it on ah end table. "Maybe Walt would like to see an exhibition right here, girls. I know I would. And I see that his pecker's just as stiff as mine!"
"I guess I've always been curious about Lesbianism," Walt said, chuckling nervously. "I'll admit that I never gave any thought to my wife practicing it, though. And I'll be honest and admit that I'm excited by thoughts of seeing her getting pleasure like that."
Bonita had gotten rid of her glass and had her blouse unbuttoned before Walt finished speaking. She slipped out of the blouse and bra, pushed the tight skirt down and off, and straightened. She hadn't put on panties after her bath.
All eyes were on her. She cupped her big breasts, then trailed her fingers down to her rounded thighs. She met Walt's blazing blue eyes. "Kneel before me, Walt. Prove that you're just as uninhibited as the rest of us. In front of witnesses, I mean, and then I'll do the same to Kathy as soon as she's naked.
Walt hesitated for a few seconds. His gaze focused on the blonde triangle, he moved from the couch and got on his knees before Bonita. His hands went around and clasped her firm bottom. She parted her legs more and thrust forward, making it easier for him to get at her moist slit. She clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip when his tongue jabbed between the thick vagina lips.
Failing to suppress a little moan as his tongue touched her clitoris, she grabbed his head with both hands when he started the stimulating lapping. But her eyes remained on Lee and Kathy. They'd both started getting Kathy naked, at the same time managing to keep their eyes on the erotic act being performed.
Kathy took off her blouse and bra; while Lee took off the skirt and peeled the brief panties down the long lovely legs. He stopped looking then, and kissed his way up to the dark mat. Bonita met Kathy's glittering dark eyes, winked, and pushed Walt's mouth and tongue away.
"You'd better get your clothes off," Bonita said. "And that goes for you, Lee! I don't want you men hurling yourselves on us with your scratchy clothes on!"
Lee had pulled back without pushing his tongue into Kathy's pulsating pussy. He was hot and getting hotter, but he was more interested in seeing, than in doing, right then. He figured that Bonita would have Walt take her from the rear, and he hoped Walt would be able to take the shock of seeing him put his cock in Kathy's mouth.
Not meeting each other's eyes, both men got to their feet and started undressing. Bonita walked over to Kathy. They kissed and embraced heatedly. They used their tongues and pressed their breasts, thighs, and pubes together. Bonita broke the tongue-probing kiss and told Kathy to get on her back on the floor. Kathy, reluctantly removing her squeezing fingers from Bonita's smooth ass, slipped to the soft, thick carpet.
Kathy hadn't changed her mind about keeping a limit on how far she'd go with the gay sex. She was still telling herself that she didn't want to go down on Bonita. But she was also beginning to admit to herself that the Lesbian type of sex was getting to be more and more of a delightful habit that'd be difficult to break. She hoped her husband wouldn't protest. She'd been unable to find the nerve to tell him.
Bonita waited until the men were naked and then decided to kneel before each of them. Walt first, taking the head of his hard prick into her mouth for a few seconds, and then telling him what she wanted him to do. He wanted to know what Lee was going to be doing while he slipped it to Bonita from behind.
Laughing and walking on her knees to Lee, she caressed his thrusting tool and said that her horny husband had been secretly wanting to see her being screwed for a long, long time and that maybe he'd flip himself off while watching. Lee grabbed her hair and pulled her forward when she opened her mouth. His rigid rod plunging deep, he thrust in and almost out several times, and said that Kathy was a fast learner.
Walt chuckled, then said, "I suppose I should thank you for teaching her, Lee. So I will. All I'm hoping is that you don't try any queer stuff with me while I'm pronging your lovely wife."
"Walt means that he doesn't want you to try and screw him in the ass," Kathy said, giggling. "I don't think he'd mind if you were to give him a blow job, though!"
"I've never even liked to stick a female in the butt," Lee said, allowing Bonita to pull her mouth from his cock. He met Walt's eyes. "I'll admit that I've had some doubts about my intentions. I'm glad that Kathy brought things out into the open. I'm sure that I'm not a homo and I now realize that all of you thought I might be."
"I did think you might have latent tendencies," Walt said. He chuckled. "Which, by the way, I don't have!"
Bonita, still on her knees, looked up at Lee. "What makes you so sure all of a sudden, honey?"
Lee grinned. "Hell, I don't know how to explain it. But just looking at Walt's naked body and stiff hard-on convinces me that I don't want to touch a male in any way."
"I'm glad," Bonita said, dropping and walking on her hands and knees until she was between Kathy's eagerly parted legs. "I think one bisexual's enough for one family. Hold on to the top of your head, baby!"
Kathy lurched upward as Bonita's greedy mouth found her. Lee, feeling his erection jerk and tremble, wondered why such a sight was so exciting to him. And to Walt, he saw. Because Walt's erect penis was giving little jerks, too.
"I'm not the only one getting a big bang out of voyeurism, am I, Walt?"
"I think mixoscopia would be the correct term," Walt said briefly lifting his eyes to Lee's rod. "It's my understanding that voyeurism means sexual gratification from seeing the sex organs or witnessing copulation, while mixoscopia means sexual pleasure derived from witnessing the sexual act performed by others."
Lee didn't say anything. He could see that there was an important difference in the two terms, since sexual pleasure and sexual gratification weren't exactly the same, but he wasn't interested in discussing it right then. He was enjoying himself, no matter what it was called, and he was happy and thankful that he hadn't turned queer.
He grinned and motioned for Walt to get down behind Bonita's uplifted buttocks. Walt did, his eager fingers caressing her smooth butt, and her hand came back, searching for his stiff shaft. Walt moved so that her fingers could grasp the stiff hardness.
Watching as the prick was slowly shoved in, Lee was happy and thankful that he didn't think any less of Bonita because of the drastic change in their marriage. She was enjoying what she was doing, that was for sure, and the pleasure she was giving and receiving wasn't taking anything away from him. He was getting a strange kind of pleasure watching, so what was the harm if they were both willing?
None that he could see. And the same thing went for Kathy and Walt. They had really gained more than he and Bonita. Because they'd been missing out on all the extra fancy frills that made sex the truly wonderful thing that it was.
Lee saw that Kathy's eyes were open and on his face. He winked and she smiled. He knew that she'd climaxed at least once, probably twice. He could see that Walt was pumping faster, seemingly getting ready to explode. Bonita was hunching, pushing back for more of Walt's prong. He stepped over and stood looking down at Kathy's beautiful face, into the passion-filmed dark eyes.
"You could at least kiss me," Kathy whispered.
"I guess I could at that." He dropped to his knees, leaned over, and placed his opened mouth upon hers. Her hot tongue was right there to meet his, but he quickly pulled his mouth up and away. "I wonder if your husband would mind if I lowered myself down and-"
"Go right ahead," Walt broke in. "Hell, you saw your wife doing it to me. Make it snappy and maybe we can all come at the same time. I'm just about there and Bonita's clamping down on my dick like crazy."
Not looking at Walt, Lee slowly lowered his body enough for the tip of his cock to touch Kathy's moistly parted lips. Her hot tongue flicked. The position was too awkward. He quickly straddled her face, his butt turned toward Bonita and Walt, his heavy balls dangling against Kathy's smooth neck.
She'd removed one of her hands from Bonita's bobbing head and grasped his throbbing tool. She tugged, as he lowered, and took just about all of him down her throat. He lifted, placed one hand under the back of her head, and helped work her hot mouth up and down the length of his turgid organ.
He was sure that he could hold back if he tried, so he decided to do just that. It was going to be a long weekend. It'd be wise to start conserving his strength right from the beginning. He wouldn't want Walt to out-last him. Not that he wanted to turn it into a contest. But he didn't want to be left pooped and limp with Walt still going strong, either. He almost laughed. So it probably would turn into a contest, after all.
Kathy started sucking even more ravenously. But as she stopped to get a fresh grip, Lee quickly pulled up and out. Then he just as quickly got on his hands and knees where he could watch the frenzied action. Kathy cried out and lurched frantically against Bonita's greediness. Bonita's behind moved faster with Walts furious onslaught. The three of them climaxed within seconds of each other and Lee thought he was going to explode just watching the torrid action.
He yelled for Bonita and Walt to get off and away. They did. Kathy kept her long legs parted and reached for him and his throbbing cock. He speared into the hot, moist flesh. Just in the nick of time. Because he only made a few plunges before his passion spewed out and flooded the already juicy cunt. Kathy came at the same time.
He lifted and gazed into her smoldering dark eyes. "Hey, you're really learning how to use your inner muscles!"
Kathy stuck her tongue out at him and clamped down on his limp penis. "I've been practicing, you know."
"I know," Walt said, chuckling. "She has been snapping the hell out of my dick!"
Bonita and Walt had gotten to their feet. He was fondling Bonita's big breasts. She glanced down at his prick. It was already half erect. "Let's go to a bedroom by the way of a bathroom and make everything last longer next time."
"The four of us?" Walt asked. He chuckled again. "I hope!"
"That's what I had in mind," Bonita said. "Maybe now you'll agree that we should try and find more swapping partners. Just think about how much more pleasure we could have with more couples."
"Maybe that's what I was thinking about," Walt said, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against Bonita's hip. "I thought I was getting drunk on the two martinis, but I guess I'm just getting drunk on sex. Come on. Let's haul our naked butts out of here before I start screwing you again before we wash!"
Bonita laughed and followed Walt from the room. Lee withdrew from Kathy and got to his feet. He helped her stand. She hugged him and said that she hoped Walt didn't fall in love with Bonita. Lee hadn't thought about that. Just as he hadn't thought that it was any more exciting and fun-filled sex with the beautiful, long-legged Kathy.
"That would be sad," he said. He kissed her forehead and patted her firm ass. "Because with Bonita this is just sex." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "And the same gees for me."
Kathy smiled. "I guess that's what I really wanted to find out. If I thought there was any real danger of losing Walt I'd call this swapping off right now. We talked, assuring each other that if either one of us started getting serious about somebody else we'd quit. Now I'm hoping that we have enough sense to do just that."
"You're looking for trouble before there's even any chance of it," Lee said. "It might be difficult to find other couples willing to swap." He grinned. "Unless you're thinking that you might be falling for me."
Kathy averted her eyes. "I'm more worried about my emotions where Bonita's concerned, Lee." She met his eyes. "I'm liking the gay sex more and more and I'm afraid that it's just a matter of time before I go down on her."
"That's a problem I can't help you solve," Lee said, taking Kathy's hand. "If it really is a problem, of course. It didn't change Bonita, except to give her more ways to give and receive pleasure, and I can't see that it'd do all that much harm if you did go down on Bonita and discovered that you liked it."
"You were certainly glad to find that you didn't want to do anything to or with Walt."
"It might sound like double-talk, but I think it's a lot different for women to go for the gay stuff, Kathy. I've done a great deal of reading about swapping and swinging and group-sex, and it seems that a degree of Lesbianism is very common, while the queer stuff between the males is practically unheard of."
"I've read the same thing," Kathy said, tugging on his hand. "Let's go see what Walt thinks I should do." She giggled. "Or should not do!"
Walt was busy. He and Bonita were on the bed and he was feasting upon her big titties. She smiled and winked at Lee and Kathy. They went into the bathroom and freshened themselves. When they came out, Lee's pecker poking proudly, Bonita and Walt were stretched out side by side on the bed. Walt's penis was also fully erect.
"We've been waiting for you," Bonita said. "Walt has something that he wants to say."
Lee and Kathy stopped beside the bed and stared. Walt chuckled, then said, "I don't have a startling announcement to make! I just want Kathy to know that it's okay with me if she wants to go down on Bonita."
"You must be a mind reader," Lee said. "We were just talking about that. Kathy was going to get your opinion."
"I told him that she'd done just about everything except tongue my clit," Bonita said. "We both took what might be called an educated guess. Do you want the men to leave the room, Kathy? Or would you rather wait and just let it happen sometime without being planned?"
"I want everybody to shut up," Kathy said, climbing onto the bed. She positioned herself between Bonita's parted legs. "Just don't grab my head and hold me." She giggled. "In case I change my mind, or have to come up for air!"
Kathy lowered her mouth directly to Bonita's pussy. Walt sat upright for a better view. Lee moved closer, even more fascinated by the erotic act because he knew that it was Kathy's first time. Only time? It didn't look like it, he thought, glancing up to see the pleasure registering on Bonita's face.
Kathy's dark hair was swirling, her fingers were gripping Bonita's squirming buttocks, and he knew that the female tongue had instinctively found the passion-button. She was instinctively lapping that sensitive organ, he thought, feeling his hard pecker beginning to throb. Damn! He'd better start to pace himself or he'd be left by the wayside long before the party was over!
"There's one damned good thing to know," Walt said, staring at his wife's bobbing head. "If our sexy wives poop us out they can always go at each other!"
"That's right," Lee said, looking at Kathy's lovely lifted butt, wondering if he should climb on the bed and slip it to her. Or maybe he'd get on his back, slip his head between her sleek thighs, and tongue her freshly cleaned cunt and clit.
Bonita said, "Why don't you go ahead and do what you're thinking about doing, Lee? Either way will be all right, but-" she reached and grabbed Walt's stiff shaft "-if we all blast off again we can go have a few drinks, maybe a bite to eat, and then return for-"
Her words were cut off by Walt's hard flesh. While speaking she'd been tugging on his rod, he'd willingly gone along with her wishes, and now he was having his cock sucked.
Lee had been getting onto the bed. The part about drinking and maybe eating some food helped make up his mind. He also figured that he'd have plenty of chances and plenty of time to go down on Kathy, and Bonita. He positioned himself behind Kathy, poked his stiff dick carefully, and used his own fingers to do the guiding to her twat when she didn't reach back to do it.
He shoved in. The clasping cunt was hotter than ever. He heard Walt groan. After a few strokes he couldn't suppress a little groan. He reached under and began stimulating Kathy's clit with his finger. She began to move wildly to and around his thrusting shaft. Her head bobbed faster, and Bonita's ass wriggled wildly and lifted inch's from the mattress. Walt gasped and worked himself up and down.
"Now!" Lee exclaimed. "Everybody come right now!"
They did.
CHAPTER NINE
Bonita wasusing the vacuum cleaner in the living room when she heard the telephone ringing. She snapped the machine off, crossed the room, and flopped into the overstuffed leather chair before picking up the receiver. It was shortly after nine o'clock on Monday morning. She'd been laboring since getting Lee off to work, ashamed of the way she'd been neglecting the housework.
"Hello," she said, telling herself that if it was some kind of a sales pitch she'd cut it short.
"Bonita? This is Kathy."
Bonita sat up straight. "What is it Kathy? Is there something wrong?"
"I'm not sure," Kathy said. She giggled, and it was a very nervous sound to Bonita. "My younger sister arrived late last night. She left her husband and wants to live here for a few days. Maybe for a few weeks. Until she can make up her mind what she wants to do, she says. I thought I'd better call and tell you that I wouldn't be over for coffee this morning."
"Why, on earth, not? Just bring her along, honey. Hell, you don't think I'll rape her or something, do you!"
"I don't want her to find out about us, Bonita."
"And you thought I'd start blabbing? Honey, you don't have much confidence in my integrity or whatever, do you?"
"I guess I was worried about her finding out about you and me making it together, Bonita. I thought she might be able to sense it or something. Maybe by the way we talked or looked at each other."
"I don't think we'll act and talk like a couple of butch-type Lesbians just because we've experienced the pleasures of gay sex a few times," Bonita said, wondering if the younger sister was as beautiful as Kathy. "Why did she leave her husband? Did she tell you?"
"The main problem seems to be the usual disenchantment after a year or so of marriage. Boredom in sex, along with everything else. As far as the husband's concerned, anyhow. It seems that she accused him of cheating many times and he finally admitted it. I think they got married too young. She's only nineteen now."
"How old's the cheating husband?"
"Twenty-one," Kathy said. She laughed softly. "I'm far ahead of you, Bonita! In fact, Walt and I discussed it. About maybe telling Doris and Steve how swapping might save their marriage, I mean. I've read that swappers claim to have saved their marriages that way. All I know is that it made mine more exciting."
"Tell me what you and Walt decided," Bonita said impatiently.
"We think the family ties are too close," Kathy said. "I doubt if we'd ever feel right switching around with them. We did think about kind of turning them over to you and Lee, if we could figure out some way to do it. But we aren't sure that we even want Doris to know about our swapping."
"Why don't you bring Doris over and let me meet her? Maybe after talking to her, after getting to know her, I could advise you. Let you know whether or not I think she'd be angry or disgusted if she found out that you and Walt swap, I mean."
"That might be a good idea," Kathy said. "I haven't been around Doris much since she was just a kid. I imagine she got married to get away from our strict parents. I don't know much about her, really, and simply because she is my younger sister I can't seem to talk to her about intimate things. I hear her coming from the kitchen now. Should I bring her over around ten?"
"Yes," Bonita said. "That'll give me time to finish cleaning the house and then clean myself." She laughed. "I know you offered to come over and help me, but I didn't think we'd get that much work done! Although, I have to admit that after the delightfully active weekend I was a little too stiff and sore for sex this morning. How do you feel, honey?"
"Exactly the same," Kathy said. "Good-bye for now."
Bonita smiled as she heard the click. She replaced the receiver. She had thirty or forty minutes. She'd finish vacuuming the living room carpet and call it quits. That'd give her plenty of time to take a refreshing shower and put on clean clothes.
She sure as hell hadn't lied about being a little stiff and sore that morning. And she could imagine Kathy feeling the same. Walt, too. Lee hadn't been too chipper when he'd left for work. Both men had paced themselves damned well, though. But it wouldn't do to have such prolonged sessions all that often, not more than once a week, anyhow!
The drinking had caused them to go on and on, of course. Or had enabled them to. Kathy and Walt had stayed the night. They'd all taken a nap now and then, of course. She had cooked a big breakfast at six o'clock Sunday morning. There'd been more drinking. Then there'd been more and more sex, in most of the various complex combinations, and it'd been late afternoon before they finally called it quits, a decision reached by the four of them at just about the same time.
Bonita got to her feet. That was all history. There'd be many more thrilling sessions, with many more partners-she hoped-and it'd really be something if she could work it so that she could have both of the youngsters! Not that she wanted to be too pushy about doing something that'd cause Kathy too much embarrassment.
It wouldn't even come close, to being anything like incest if Walt had Doris and Kathy had the young husband. Steve? Yes, that was his name, and the twenty-one-year-old youngster had admitted to cheating on his nineteen-year-old wife. All she'd have to do would be to convince Doris that it'd be better to swap than to do as she and Lee had done for so long. It was almost a cinch that Kathy's younger sister would get a divorce, or else start cheating, too.
While thinking these thoughts, and feeling a surge of excitement because of them, Bonita began hurriedly finishing the chore she set for herself. It was a mental excitement more than anything else. She hadn't fully recovered from the sexual excesses that'd left her inner flesh feeling bruised and sore and her nipples almost too tender to touch.
When she was naked and under a spray of warm water, rubbing her soapy hands all over her lush body, there was a physical response. Nothing that she couldn't control, or that she didn't want to control, but it did cause her to alter her previous thinking, somewhat. She didn't want to wait until the next weekend for a swapping session. It wasn't as if it'd hurt her tender flesh to use her mouth and tongue. On a male or on a female.
Telling herself that she'd be careful not to jeopardize Kathy's relationship with the younger sister, Bonita rinsed off and stepped from the shower. Removing the shower cap, she grabbed a large towel and gave herself a brisk rundown. Except for her nipples; those she carefully dabbed at.
Her flesh dry and tingling, she went into the bedroom, sat on the bench before the dressing table, and brushed her blonde hair. She thought about Paul, the route man. He wasn't due back until the next day, but it was possible that he'd drop by to let her know when he could bring one of his hot-ass customers.
It was a very warm day, so Bonita decided to put on shorts and a halter. She even thought about calling Kathy and telling her to dress the same way, but she decided not to. It might appear too obvious that she actually wanted the younger sister to dress as scantily as possible. And Doris probably hadn't brought all of her clothes to Kathy's house.
Bonita put on clean white panties and picked white shorts and a white halter. She slipped into sandals, resisting the impulse to put on heels. They'd look cheap with shorts. And Kathy would know that she'd just put them on to make her legs look better. Bonita smiled to herself. It'd be stupid for her to try and compete with Kathy's long legs, anyhow. It'd be better to just depend upon her big boobies for attracting admiring glances.
Realizing that she was already thinking about making Kathy's sister, sight unseen, Bonita knew that she'd really gotten hooked on the gay stuff. Not, she hastily assured herself, that she thought such delightful pleasures would ever take the place of a stiff prick and loaded balls. But Kathy had been far more than just a substitute.
Hurrying to the kitchen to make fresh coffee, Bonita. decided that she was just going through something similar to what she'd experienced right after losing her virginity to a male. It hadn't been long before she'd wanted to sample another cock, then another and another and another.
Was that the way it was going to be with females? With cunts and clits? And why not? As long as the females were willing, she might as well just accept the extra added pleasures along with the truth that she enjoyed being bisexual. She wished that she'd discovered the joys of Lesbianism years before. Maybe she was getting a reward for not being able to have a baby.
Kathy could have a baby, though. Babies. And that beauty had discovered that she liked going the whole gay route. Kathy was still taking the pill four years after her wedding, too. It wasn't fair. Who the hell said that everybody was created equal? That was sure a bunch of crap. A bunch of shitty-shit!
Bonita wiped away a tear that had trickled down from one eye. She'd better be thankful for what she had, for what she was. She'd almost gotten to where she never cried. One little tear wasn't anything. Hell, she'd cried a few rivers right after getting married. Just because she couldn't feel guilty about contributing to the population explosion!
Quickly regaining her usual cheerfulness, Bonita carried the coffee pot and all the necessary equipment to the living room. It took two trips, but she had everything in readiness when Kathy and Doris arrived.
The younger sister's features weren't quite as beautiful as Kathy's; nor were her legs quite as long and lovely. But the latter was delightfully compensated for by her big breasts. The jutting mounds were almost as big as Bonita's. The nipples were a hell of a lot bigger. The tips poked the cotton sweater out almost an inch.
Kathy saw Bonita glancing at the spiked mounds. "I told Doris that the cut-out bra made her breasts look almost indecent under that sweater."
"I was just showing Kathy some of the clothes I brought," Doris said, blushing prettily. "While putting them away, I mean. I wouldn't dare go down town or any public place wearing this thin sweater over such a bra. In fact, this is the only cut-out brassiere I have and I've never had it on outside of the apartment before."
"Then you live in an apartment?" Bonita said, mostly to have something to say. She had to almost bite her tongue to keep from saying that if some men, and some women, saw the poking nipples they'd probably touch to see if they were as erect as they looked.
"Yes," Doris said, sipping at her coffee. "I did, anyhow."
"Kathy told me that you left your husband," Bonita said, after waiting a few seconds to give Kathy a chance to speak. Not much more than greetings and introductions had preceded Kathy's statement concerning the cut-out bra, and Bonita wished that she could talk to Kathy in private for a few minutes. The dark-eyed darling kept avoiding her eyes, her questioning looks.
"I've been threatening to leave Steve for weeks," Doris said, putting the cup back on the coffee table. She was sitting beside Kathy on a couch, and Bonita had pulled a straight-back chair up near the low table. "I've always given him sex whenever he wanted it, but he told me last night that all men wanted what he called fresh stuff from time to time."
"And you left him for that?" Bonita asked, smiling. "He was speaking the truth, you know."
"I left him because he admitted to having sexual relations with other women!"
Kathy got to her feet. "I told Doris that you and your husband had solved similar problems by swapping, Bonita." Kathy giggled nervously. "I even told her that you'd approached me and Walt and that we'd been giving the idea some thought. Look, why don't I go home and get my housework done while you two talk?"
Kathy moved across the room and had her hand on the doorknob before Bonita could say anything. Then she said, "Hey, wait just a damn moment! How much do you want me to tell?"
"Use your own judgment," Kathy said, opening the door and hurriedly leaving without looking back.
Bonita pulled her eyes from the closed door. Doris' dark eyes were serious, but there was a little smile flickering about the corners of the full lips.
"Just how much have you guessed, Doris? Maybe if you'll tell me that I'll know how to proceed."
"Why should I help you out of the spot Kathy put you in, Bonita?" Then Doris laughed, seemingly to show that she was kidding or teasing. "I've guessed that Kathy didn't tell me the complete truth. How did you ever get my bashful sister and her stuffy husband to swap with you and your husband?"
"It was easy," Bonita said, realizing too late that the lovely girl had played a smart trick on her. She smiled. "Well, Kathy told me to use my own judgment, so no real harm has been done. Meaning, of course, that I would've undoubtedly told everything before you left the house, anyhow. Is that shock I see registering in your beautiful eyes? Or surprise?"
"Both, I suppose," Doris said softly. "Along with a degree of disappointment. I was sure that Kathy and Walt were playing around with the idea of swapping, but finding out that they really are swappers is disappointing more than anything else."
"Why?" Bonita asked, "If swapping makes them happier in their marriage, what's the harm? If swapping saved your marriage, where would be the harm?"
"The fact that you ask such questions means that I could never make you understand my feelings on the subject. To make it short and sweet, though: In my opinion, a marriage wouldn't be worth saving if the husband and wife exchanged mates for sexual pleasures."
"Millions like me don't share your opinion," Bonita said, suddenly sensing that the exciting girl was far wiser than she'd thought.
"I don't want you to think that I'm a prude or anything like that," Doris said seriously. "Hell, before I got married I wasn't all that particular who I let screw me. I swung like crazy and really had myself a ball. But I stopped all that for my husband, and for my marriage, and now-"
Bonita waited a few seconds after Doris' words had trailed off, then prompted, "And now, honey?"
"I suppose I might as well start swinging again," Doris said. She giggled, and the sound reminded Bonita of Kathy's nervous giggling. "I'm not sure that Steve would go for the open swapping, though. And I'm not sure that it'd be wise for us to switch around with my sister and her husband, either. That does seem just a little depraved, doesn't it, Bonita?"
"I don't think so, Doris. Even I'm not so free-wheeling that I think blood relatives should have sex together. It wouldn't be anything like that if you had Walt and Kathy had your husband, you know.
"I know," Doris said, boldly meeting Bonita's eyes. "It might get to be at least a border-line case of depravation if I were to see you and Kathy having sex together, though. Or if I had enough to drink or some damn thing and got hot enough to get my body and mouth in on the erotic act. That would be downright wicked, wouldn't it, honey?"
Listening, and staring, Bonita had decided that Kathy's younger sister had really been a tough little bitty before her marriage. The lovely girl seemed to be ready and willing to go that route again.
"I guess it'd be downright wicked if you and Kathy actually touched each other intimately, Doris. And I guess it'd be stupid of me to try and deny anything. What gave us away?"
"The way you looked at Kathy. The way the two of you exchanged glances. The way you've been looking me over. Most of the swinging females I knew made the gay scene. Hey, don't you think you'd better check and see who's at the door?"
Bonita had heard the doorbell. She was hoping that whoever the hell it was would go away. "I hope you aren't just teasing me," she said, lifting her eyes from the big titties, the poking nipples.
The dark eyes were glowing, and the pink tongue came out and flicked around the full lips. "I haven't had a session with a female in over a year, Bonita-" there was a little giggle "-and I've been just about to cream my pants ever since we started yapping!"
Standing, feeling weak in the knees, Bonita had to fight to keep from staggering on the way to the door. She no longer felt stiff and sore. She only felt hot. She swung the door inward, not at all sure that she was glad to see Paul standing there. Not that she had to let him stay, she thought, automatically stepping backward as he stepped inside.
"I dropped by to tell you that I've talked my wife into swapping, you lovely blonde sexpot! I had one of my hot-ass customers lined up, but she couldn't get away from her husband in the evenings, so I spilled the beans to Marie and she surprised me by agreeing to-"
Paul broke off, having spotted Doris, and his face was slightly red when he briefly met Bonita's eyes again. "You should've told me that you had company!"
"You didn't give me a chance," Bonita said, closing the door. She put her arm around his waist. "This is Doris, Paul. Kathy's sister. Doris, this is Paul. As you just heard, he and his wife are going to be members of, what I hope will grow into, a large group of swappers. We've already had a blissful threesome. Kathy and Paul with me, I mean, and if you two can stop staring at each other long enough we can go into the bedroom and have some fun!"
Doris and Paul stopped staring at each other and followed Bonita to a bedroom. Bonita was the first one to get naked. She hurried to help reveal Doris' lovely nakedness. Paul, naked and with his stiff shaft swaying, rushed forward just as Bonita was pushing Doris onto the bed. Bonita had already clamped her eager mouth on one big breast and was sucking on the elongated nipple; and Paul clamped his eager mouth on the other extended tip.
On her back, Doris wriggled heatedly, as the two greedy mouths feasted and the four hands roamed her firm flesh. She managed to get her hands into play, fondling Bonita's throbbing tits with one, and grabbing Paul's rigid rod with the other. Then she moved her hand down from Bonita's hard-tipped titties and grasped Bonita's blonde crotch.
When the finger slipped into Bonita's pulsating pussy, she moved her opened mouth to Doris' parted lips. Sweet, sweet, she thought. She jabbed her tongue into the sweetness, and the younger girl's tongue was right there. They took turns sucking, and Bonita pushed her finger into Doris' teeming cunt.
"Give me a chance," Paul finally said, pushing against Bonita's cheek. "Unless you want me to go to the other end first!"
Bonita stopped sucking on Doris' tongue, lifted her flushed face, and watched as Paul and Doris began kissing passionately. She moved lower on the bed, away from Doris' frigging finger, and for a few seconds watched Doris' fingers stroking Paul's erection. Then she buried her face between Doris' sleek thighs. She kissed the moist lips between the already parted curly black hairs, slithered her tongue into the hot flesh, and joyfully lapped the erect and slippery clitoris.
When Doris started coming, she writhed frantically and then clamped her hot smooth thighs tightly against Bonita's cheeks. The shuddering spasms seemed to go on and on. Bonita, her own cunt feeling just as hot and juicy as the one she was trying to leave, had to pry her way free. She saw that Paul had moved higher on the bed, and that Doris was ravenously sucking on his cock.
Bonita quickly got on her back beside Doris and watched for a few moments. Then she said, "You'd better not forget that you have two hot-ass gals with an itch for your whanger, Paul!"
Paul pulled his prick from Doris' greedy mouth and quickly trailed down and buried his face against Doris' crotch. But he didn't stay there long. He pulled back on his haunches and suggested that Doris go down on Bonita while he pronged Doris from behind.
"That's the way we worked it with Kathy," Bonita said. She laughed. "Along with other equally delightful ways, of course!"
"I'd just about forgotten how thrilling this swinging sex could be," Doris said, hurriedly getting into position for the threesome act Paul had suggested. "I wish Steve could see me right now. That'd show him that I can take the marriage vows just as lightly as he can!"
"Let's have a party tomorrow night," Bonita said, afraid they'd all be too tired for one that evening. "Do you think you could get your husband to agree to attend a swapping party?"
"I want to attend even if Steve refuses," Doris said. She giggled. "Hell, I'm looking forward to being pronged by Walt and your husband!"
"I think I'm going to have to start insisting upon some rules," Bonita said. "One, anyhow. Married couples will have to attend the parties together. For the first few times, at least. And that goes for you and your wife, Paul. You've been getting what might be called a free ride, you know. You've had three of us already and I couldn't swear that you're even married! That isn't fair to Walt and Lee."
"I'll have Marie here tomorrow night," Paul said, moving in closer to Doris' uplifted buttocks.
"And I'll have Steve here," Doris said. She briefly lowered her face and licked Bonita's gash a few times. "In the meantime, Paul, you don't have to be too particular about which hole you use back there. I wasn't a virgin in any manner when I got married, but Steve has stretched my anal opening so often that I sometimes dig that the most!"
Bonita shuddered. Partly because Doris again lowered her face and lashed her tongue; and partly because of the words about a penis being shoved in the wrong hole. That would be another rule she'd have to make, by damn! The husbands couldn't do anything at the parties the wives didn't want them to do!
"Hey, this is great! Tight and hot! I'm coming already!"
Bonita had closed her eyes. Opening them, she found herself gazing into Paul's blazing eyes. She started to tell him that he'd better not ever try to stick her in the ass. But Doris' tongue started lapping at her tingling clit at that exact moment and she forgot everything except the wondrous sensations sweeping outward from her loins.
CHAPTER TEN
That evening Lee listened with great interest when Bonita told about the sexual adventure she'd had during the day. He wanted to go across the street and meet Doris right away, but Bonita told him that he'd better save himself for the party the next night. He laughed and said that he hadn't meant that he wanted to have sex; and that Walt was probably banging his young sister-in-law himself.
Actually, Lee had thought that he'd had enough sex over the weekend to last him a few days, but listening to his wife's vivid descriptions soon changed his mind. The throbbing erection he got was a result of listening that changed his mind. He didn't tell her that the mental pictures of Doris taking it in the rear had a great deal to do with his hard-on.
He told Bonita that he'd make it as fast as he could, but he didn't come when she climaxed after about five minutes of steady pounding. He then screwed her for about a half an hour longer without coming. She finally asked him to stop. He did, almost expecting her to say that he should shove his slippery prick into her other hole.
She wiped his dick off with a towel and took it in her mouth. Even that expertly applied caress took about ten minutes to produce the spurting results desired by them both. He wished that Bonita wasn't so sensitive to pain. He went to sleep thinking about Doris and how it'd be a first for him if she shoved her tail hole at him and said to ram his pecker in.
Bonita didn't like the thoughts that'd popped into her mind during the day with Paul and Doris, and while laboring a few minutes before to make her husband explode. Doris seemed to enjoy the sensation of being screwed in the wrong hole so much that she'd been tempted to give it a try. Her fear of pain had prevented it, though. And when she wasn't passionate the idea was even somewhat disgusting.
She wondered if Walt would screw Doris before the party. She'd wanted to go with Doris after the threesome session and see how Kathy reacted. That seemingly insatiable young wanton had said that she'd rather talk to her sister alone, though.
She'd called Kathy on the phone later in the afternoon. Kathy reported that Doris had gone to try and see her husband and tell him about the party. Kathy then voluntarily reported that she and Doris had had a talk, both agreeing that their gay activities needn't and wouldn't result in them doing anything together that would be considered absolutely wrong even by the most jaded person. She hadn't told about Doris' desire to engage in anal intercourse, even after Kathy had mentioned seeing the panel truck parked in the driveway. She'd felt that it'd be better for Kathy to find that out herself.
Bonita went to sleep thinking about Steve and Marie, the two youngsters she hoped to be seeing and enjoying sexually at her swapping party the next evening.
Kathy was in bed, but she wasn't trying to go to sleep. She was staring into the dimness and wondering why she'd told Walt to go down the hall to her sister's room. She guessed that she'd been afraid that Doris would come to the door and ask to borrow Walt; or maybe even climb into bed with them.
Kathy sighed. Doris was what Paul would call a hot-ass, that was for sure. Most of the talk had been embarrassing after Doris had returned and told about making it with Bonita and Paul. Kathy smiled to herself. She'd seen the panel truck and had masturbated twice while picturing the acrobatic activities going on across the street..
She still wasn't sure why she hadn't gone over there and joined them. As Doris said, they didn't have to kiss or go down on each other even though they were engaged in group-sex. And it'd probably be wild as hell at Bonita's party.
Doris told about liking to be screwed in both places; and how Steve had stretched her anus with his big cock. That had been the most embarrassing part of the talk. She had kind of flinched at the thought of having a stiff pecker jammed up her ass. That had to be painful! No matter if Doris had said that the pain was soon replaced by a strange and thrilling kind of pleasure, even during the first experience.
Doris had gone on to tell about some of her experiences before getting married. Just about all the wildly erotic things Kathy had heard and read about had apparently been sampled and enjoyed by Doris. All female group-sex, male and female gang-bang orgies, and sex with as many as five males at the same time. Yet she'd said that she hadn't cheated on Steve, until that day.
And right at that moment, Kathy thought, kicking aside the sheet and swinging her feet to the carpet. Before she could give in to the urge to go take a peek, her naked husband entered the darkened bedroom. He'd been gone about twenty minutes. Swinging back onto the bed, too late to keep him from knowing that she'd
started to get up, she waited to see what he was going to say and do.
Getting in bed, he cuddled her nude body in his arms, pressed his erect penis against her hip, and said, "That sister of yours is really a hot fire-cracker, honey! I don't know how young Steve has enough energy left to cheat on her!"
"How did she happen to let you leave with this?" Kathy asked, reaching and grabbing his stiff prick.
Chuckling softly, Walt ran his hand down along her body and started caressing her pussy. "I guess Doris has compassion to go along with her passion, Kathy. She got me hard a second time and then said that you might need some loving." He probed with his finger and expertly stimulated her clitoris. "Are you sorry that you sent me to her, honey?"
"I don't really know," Kathy said, squirming as she enjoyed the fingering, and moving her clasping fingers to and fro along the length of his rigid rod a few times. "You would've had her tomorrow night at the party, anyway. Where is this all going to end, Walt? What's going to happen to us if we keep on with this-this obsession we seem to have for everything sexual?"
"I think we're just trying to make up for the things we missed out on in our younger days, Kathy. As to where it's going to end, and what's going to happen to us, it'll end when you want it to end, and no matter what happens we're going to stay married."
"That sounds encouraging," Kathy whispered. "Kiss me and then climb on and in and screw the hell out of me, honey. Maybe that'll chase away the doubts I've been having since Doris popped in on us so unexpectedly."
He kissed her and then climbed on and in and screwed the hell out of her. The doubts were still in her mind when they were both limp though. She wondered what he'd say if she suggested that they stop swapping and she stopped taking the pill. She was still a coward.
She didn't think she was ready to face the discomfort and the pain of having a baby.
Bonita looked around the living room. Her guests were all there. They'd all been introduced, they'd all been served at least two drinks, they'd all sized each other up, and she knew that they were waiting for her to get things rolling. She caught Lee's eye, but he grinned and looked away. She knew that she wouldn't get much help from him in breaking the ice. He'd told her to just tell the people to take their clothes off and pick out a willing partner as soon as they arrived.
When she'd told him not to be silly, and to give her some serious advice as to how they should handle things, he'd insisted that his advice had been serious. Then he laughed and told her that he'd just sit back and get a big bang out of watching her matching the guests up for screwing, or for whatever kind of sex they preferred. Which he was doing, she thought, forcing a smile when she again caught his eye. She silently formed the words, "You bastard," with her lips, and his grin only broadened while one eye closed in a quick wink.
Walt and Kathy had arrived first, saying that Doris had gone to get Steve. Shortly afterward Paul had arrived with his young wife. Marie had brown hair, lovely brown eyes, a sweet face, and a marvelous shape. Lee had moved right in on the sexy-looking girl, after shaking Paul's hand, and they were sitting close together on one of the couches. Paul was sitting near Walt and Kathy, seemingly telling them something funny.
It wasn't long before Doris arrived with her handsome young husband. Steve Davison was an outdoor man, a construction worker of some kind, and his face and hands were very tan. He had blond hair, bleached almost white from the sun, and he looked very muscular. His eyes were dark blue, and his perfect teeth were very white against his dark tan. He'd been frowning most of the time, as he was then, and he seemed to be a sullen young man. Bonita had the sudden feeling that he'd rather be just about any place than there. She hoped he didn't cause any trouble. The other men could handle him if he did start something, though. She'd tell him right off the bat that he'd better not even knock on the back door, let alone try and enter it!
Bonita finished her second drink, got up from the straight-back chair she'd been using, and swayed over to the bar. She had on a curve-hugging white knit dress and she heard Paul give a little whistle. She wondered if his gorgeous young wife went the gay route. Marie shouldn't object to assuming the passive role, though, even if she happened to be totally inexperienced in the rites of Lesbianism. It was a cinch that Paul had taught her the delights of being tongued to a climax.
Feeling all eyes on her, Bonita made a little show of clearing her throat, and then said, "I guess we all know why we're here."
Lee chuckled and clapped his hands together a few times. "You can say that again, baby!"
"But I won't," Bonita said. "My husband has a big mouth at times, folks. But I don't really mind. He knows what to do with it and his tongue at the most important times. Like when I'm hot and ready-" she laughed "-and sometimes when I'm not!"
"I can just about count those times," Lee said, grinning. "Go on, honey. I just wanted to get our guests relaxed for your speech." He chuckled. "That' s what I was trying to do, anyhow!"
"I'm not going to make much of a speech," Bonita said. "In fact, there really isn't much that I want to say. Except that I want everybody to have a good time. As the hostess, I think I have the right to pick as my first partner the only man I haven't had. Unless Steve turns me down, of course! And I think my husband, the host with the big mouth and a big cock, should have his pick. But since there are two beauties new to him, and I wouldn't want him to hurt either one's feelings, I'll suggest that he take Marie to a bedroom first. And I can assure Doris that she doesn't have to worry about there not being enough left for her!"
"Doris could come along with us," Lee said, slipping his arm around Marie's waist and pulling her close. "Unless, of course, either one of the two young beauties object."
"Anything to have fun," Marie said, kissing Lee's cheek.
"The bitch I married sure as hell won't object," Steve said, taking Bonita's arm. He laughed, apparently to show that he was kidding, and lifted his other hand and pinched Doris' cheek. "Will you, honey?"
"I'd better warn everybody that Steve has a chip on his shoulder," Doris said. "He thinks that we're a bunch of perverted creeps for wanting to swap openly instead of sneaking around and getting our jollies. He-"
"That's enough!" Steve said sharply. Then, in a softer tone, "We did have a heated discussion, folks. About this swapping stuff. But since I'm here, it proves that I'm all for it. Come on, Bonita. Let's go see how things fit!"
Bonita didn't like the way things were going; nor the rough way Steve tugged at her arm with his squeezing fingers. But she hurried him out of the living room before any more words could be exchanged. Lee and Walt were both frowning and she didn't want any trouble before her party got started.
In the bedroom, the light on and the door closed, Steve grabbed her roughly. His mouth bruised her lips, and his strong fingers dug painfully into her buttocks. She didn't feel his pecker, though. Hard or soft. She struggled and pushed against his chest until he released her and pulled his mouth away.
"I hope you aren't a sadist!"
Steve averted his eyes. "I'm sorry. I just got carried away, I guess."
Bonita wasn't sure that he was speaking the truth, but she let it go. She felt that he was angry about being there with Doris: and that maybe he still thought swappers were a bunch of perverted creeps. She was sure that he was only attending the party because his wife had insisted. Or maybe because she'd threatened divorce.
She decided that she'd better warn him not to stick her in the wrong place. She did so, speaking bluntly, and after a fleeting frown he grinned and said that he was in the habit of treating a female the way she wanted to be treated.
They got undressed while exchanging the few words. Lust had started to register in his eyes long before she was naked, but she still didn't see physical evidence of his arousal, and was a little worried until she saw that he was wearing a jock strap.
"That is something," she said, "to have to keep it tied down, I mean."
He silently removed the restraining jock strap. His poking prick was just about as big as Lee's, maybe even bigger around, she thought, licking her lips as he walked forward. She perched her butt on the side of the bed. He seemed to have forgotten his anger, or hate, and he sounded like a young boy when he asked if she wanted to blow him.
She answered by grabbing his hard cock with one hand, his heavy balls with the other, and engulfing the sleek knob. It was bigger around than Lee's dick. He put his hands behind her head and forced his throbbing tool down her throat and held it there. She squeezed his balls hard enough to make him back off and pull his prick free.
"Don't get so damn rough," she said angrily. "What the hell's the matter with you? Anybody'd think you hadn't had that done to you before. I'll bet Doris does it every morning before breakfast!"
"I'm sorry," Steve said. He chuckled, and it didn't sound all that forced. "Again!" His fingers stroked her hair. "I'm just nervous, Bonita. I can't seem to get used to the idea that Doris would want to swap like this. And her beautiful sister! I'm disappointed in Kathy! She always seemed so-so innocent! You know?"
"I know," Bonita said, meaning it. "Maybe when you actually have sex with Kathy you'll feel differently about everything. She's like I am, though. She can't stand pain, I mean."
"I'll remember that," Steve said, rubbing the end of his stiff rod back and forth across her parted lips. "Would you be willing to go get her? After we have a session? Maybe I wouldn't be so backward around her if you were with us. Besides, I really go for the threesome bit, don't you?"
Bonita pulled her face back. "Let's put that beauty where it belongs and talk about what we like and don't like later. Okay?"
"You're the boss, as well as the hostess, and if you keep on being so nice to me I just might forgive you for getting Doris started on this swapping kick."
Steve was grinning, so Bonita decided to ignore the threatening note she thought she'd detected in his tone. But while getting on the bed, on her back, she told herself that she'd have Lee and the other husbands have a talk with Steve if he kept on behaving as if he were doing everybody a great favor by just being there.
He waited for her to do the guiding and then pushed in slowly. His big cock stretched her cunt, but he gave her time to adjust before starting slow thrusts, and soon she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to move with him.
He remained braced on his hands and arms. "I usually go down on a girl at least for a few seconds before putting it in." He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "You seemed in a hurry, though. Are you anxious to get Kathy in here with us? Have you two gone down on each other?"
"Yes, and yes," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "Now kiss me, screw me faster, and come with me!"
He kissed her, screwed her faster, and they came together. Then he urged her to get Kathy.
Lee couldn't figure Marie out. She wouldn't talk. She hadn't said more than half a dozen words, but most of those had been yes. He didn't know if she was stupid; or just didn't have anything to say. She was friendly enough. Hell, a gal couldn't be any friendlier in a physical sense of the word. But he was afraid that deep down she hated being there, or hated Paul for bringing her to a swapping party. He couldn't have given a real reason for thinking this; it was just a feeling he had.
Doris had surprised everybody by not coming to the bedroom. That sexy gal had said that she could wait, that she didn't want to give Kathy such a good break by being left with Walt and Paul, but he'd somehow gotten the idea that she was sorry she brought her husband.
Steve did seem to have a chip on his shoulders. The young guy had all the appearances of having a mean streak in him too. Well, there were enough men around to handle him if he did get out of line. And after Bonita got through with him he'd probably be too happily sated to think about causing any kind of trouble!
While thinking these thoughts, and thrilling to the passion that was finally beginning to soar dangerously near the exploding point, Lee had been watching Marie's bouncing butt. She was on top, riding his thrusting tool. She'd been going at him like that for about five minutes, ever since he'd made her come with his tongue, and after she'd sucked on his dick for a minute or two.
She had a nice pussy. Her clit was a dainty little thing. She'd spasmed almost as soon as he'd touched the erect organ with his tongue. He'd even considered lapping her to another release. But for thoughts of the other willing females in the house.
There'd been some passionate tongue-sucking kissing at first, of course. And he'd enjoyed himself nibbling on her heavy titties. She had a magnificent body, really, and he hoped she and Paul would become regular members of the group.
He got on his back and motioned for her to use her mouth. Remembering what Paul had told Bonita, about how Marie had stopped blowing him after he'd shot off in her mouth, there'd been a warning given to Marie in plenty of time. She'd climbed on, engulfed him in a different manner, and had been moving faster and faster all the time.
"I think I'd better flip you over on your back," Lee said, putting his hands on her active buttocks. Her skin was soft and smooth. He hated a rough ass. "Right now, Marie! Unless you want me to let it go like this!"
She apparently did want him to explode like that. Or else she was too far gone to want to change positions- because she lifted her face from beside his, glued her mouth to his and darted her tongue in harmony with the thrusts of his cock in her clasping cunt.
He surprised himself by lasting through her spasmodic climax. She broke the kiss, even as she stopped her outward and inner movements. He squeezed her ass and grinned. For a moment he thought she was going to say something without being prompted. But she only smiled.
He didn't say anything, either. He just rolled her over on her side, then on her back, keeping his stiff shaft deep in her juicy pussy, and when he started fast strokes she picked up the tempo, and pulled his open mouth to hers.
He lasted long enough to make her come again. They blended in a simultaneous climax. He lifted his face and gazed into her eyes. He saw tears.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I didn't think Paul would really let me do this," she said, closing her eyes. "This swapping isn't right. I'll always hate him for treating our marriage so lightly. I might even divorce him."
Lee didn't say anything. He wished that she'd kept on being silent. The stupid bitch. Next she'd be saying that she hadn't really enjoyed herself.
He withdrew and swung from her and the bed before she could say something like that. He'd get cleaned up and go get his crack at Doris. Besides, they needed to give somebody else a chance at the bed, unless the party had really started swinging and the guests were having sex right in the living room.
He hoped, he hoped!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bonita and Lee met in the hall, both surprised that they left their sex partners at the same time. Steve's cock was clean and hard and he was waiting on the bed. Marie was still in the bathroom adjoining the other bedroom. Lee had put on his trousers, but Bonita had remained naked.
"You're going to the living room like that?" Lee asked, looking her up and down, then playfully tweaking her nearest swollen nipple. "Hell, woman, don't you know that you're apt to get raped!"
"Maybe I'm hoping that men and women will pounce on me from all directions," Bonita said, patting his cheek. "How was it with Maris?"
"You'll like her," Lee said. "Her body, anyhow. She doesn't have much more than that to offer."
"What more do you want from the wives, honey?"
"Nothing," Lee said, meaning it. "You give me everything else I need."
"I'll accept that as a compliment," Bonita said, moving close and putting her arms around his neck. "I was on my way to get Kathy for a threesome. I imagine you're on your way to get Doris."
"You have a good imagination," Lee said, slipping his hands down along her smooth back and squeezing her smooth ass. "I thought I'd try something I've never tried."
"That I don't even want to hear about," Bonita said, not sure that she was speaking the truth. She felt his penis lifting and pulled her arms from around his neck. "At the risk of hurting your feelings, I'll suggest that we hurry and see what we've been missing."
Lee grinned. "I was going to suggest the same thing."
Their parted lips met briefly, and they soon found that they hadn't been missing much. Doris and Paul were on one couch, doing some hot necking, and Kathy and Walt were sitting on the other couch, just watching. Kathy, uncomfortable because she was seeing her kid sister kissing and being kissed, feeling and being felt, was glad to see Bonita and Lee.
Kathy was even more glad when the naked blonde told her that Steve was waiting for them. She was a little afraid of her sister's husband, as well as being more than a little ashamed when she thought about having sex with him. She felt that it might be easier if Bonita was right there.
Lee told Walt that if he'd hurry he could catch Marie fresh from a shower, and before she was silly enough to get dressed. Walt jumped up and hurried after Kathy and Bonita. Lee, figuring that he'd been silly for putting his pants on, took them off and then told Doris and Paul that they had company. That passionate couple pulled apart, stared, then laughed, and Doris said that she had a wonderful idea.
Waving his thrusting tool from side to side, Lee said that he'd better be included. Doris, her glittering eyes fixed on his erection, said that he sure as hell was, because it'd been too damned long since she'd been the middle part of a sandwich.
Paul pushed Doris to her feet, then stood up. He asked if Lee had ever tried it like that. Lee said that he hoped to be able to answer two questions in the affirmative within a few minutes. They both understood him, and Doris said that she wanted to feel his big prick in her pussy before they made the threesome scene. Paul said that he wouldn't even mind watching a fast sixty-nine before getting in on the act.
While they were undressing, Lee rushed to a nearby hall closet and got a couple of towels. He was back in time to drop to his knees and peel Doris' panties off. When she pulled his face to her crotch, he delved his tongue into her hot gash and quickly found her extended clitoris. That slippery organ was long enough, and she hunched down in such a fashion that he was able to get his lips in on the stimulating act.
She only let him suck and lap for a few seconds before she pushed him away. Paul was still struggling with his clothes, and Doris whispered that she wanted a taste before she came or the delightful dick was slipped into her twitching twat. Laughing at her choice of words, he let her push him back on the carpet, until he was on his back, and soon decided that she wanted far more than a taste. Because she took time to lick his balls and then greedily sucked on his throbbing tool until Paul called out loudly that he was ready.
Doris got on her back and told Lee to slip it to her. He started to protest, to tell her that he wanted to try the other hole, but she seemed to read his mind and said that she just wanted to get his cock slippery. While getting his rod slippery in her tight snatch, he just about forgot everything except that pleasure. But he had enough willpower to stop screwing her when she said that he could at least roll her over on her side where Paul could get at her butt.
Withdrawing, watching while Doris swung around and parted her legs again for Paul to mount her, Lee was once again thankful that it'd turned out that he wasn't a homo, because he was able to look at Paul's poking prick without any doubts whatsoever. That didn't keep him from getting a bang out of observing that poking prick being engulfed by the clasping cunt he so recently had clasping at his hard cock, though.
When Paul was all the way in, their dark pubic hairs mingling, they rolled over on their sides. Lee hesitated for a few seconds after Doris called for him to put it in. The whole idea was no longer even very exciting. He'd never wanted to inflict pain; and masochism had never been one of his weaknesses or whatever, either. He didn't see how his big dick could go in such a little hole without being injured.
But Doris didn't have to tell him a second time. He got on his side behind her, placed the blunt end of his cunt-wet cock against her anal hole, and pushed. He was surprised when the head slipped in easily. It didn't hurt him at all, and he knew by the way Doris was pushing back that she was feeling more pleasure than pain. Half of his cock was buried in the blistering heat when he heard Doris say that it was time for the three of them to start moving together.
Lee gasped as she shoved her ass back and buried him deep, right up to the hilt. He began to make his strokes, glad that he had Marie so recently, sure that if he hadn't he'd already be spurting into the hottest and tightest place he'd ever jammed his cock.
"This is great!" Doris exclaimed. "Just like old times! Like back in my pre-marriage swinging days, I mean!"
Paul said that he was about to come. Doris told him to let it fly. They moved faster and Lee matched the new pace, but he wasn't about to come. He told Doris that when she asked him. Then he grabbed her sleek hips and held on and in a while she and Paul climaxed together. They both expressed surprise at his stamina.
Doris said that she wanted to get on her hands and knees. Paul, using a towel, pulled out and got to his feet. He stood there wiping his limp cock, while Lee managed to keep embedded as he helped Doris get in the new position. He liked that better. He reached around and fondled her hanging titties.
Paul chuckled. "Wouldn't it be wild if I got in behind Lee now!"
"You do and I'll break your neck," Lee growled.
"I was just kidding!"
"Get around here in front of me," Doris said. "On your back on the floor. And I'm not kidding!"
There was a loud scream from one of the bedrooms. Lee stopped the thrusts he'd resumed. "What the hell was that? Or who the hell was it?"
"It sounded like Kathy," Paul said. He chuckled nervously. "I've never heard her scream, but I know it wasn't my wife, and Bonita doesn't seem like the screaming type. Whatever that means!"
"It was Kathy," Doris said. "Come on, fellows. Let's get on with our fun. Steve's probably just introducing her to a new kind of pleasure. The kind I'm enjoying right now."
"Maybe I'd better go take a check," Lee said. "This is my home, you know, and I'm responsible for-"
"Don't be silly," Doris broke in. "She only let out the one scream, Bonita's right there with them, and Walt's probably checking by now, anyhow."
"That's right," Paul said, stretching out on the carpet with his limp penis directly under Doris' face. "Let it get hard in your mouth, Doris. Then I'll take Lee's place when he gets through. I used to be known as the back door kid. Hey, did Walt give it to you like that?"
"He refused my offer," Doris said, giggling. "He's basically a square, you know. And so is Kathy. They're really the type who should be raising a bunch of kids. I still don't understand how they ever-"
Lee, tired of listening to the yapping, stopped it by starting to thrust deep and fast. Doris gasped and moved with him. Then he heard Paul gasp, as she lowered her face and took his limp cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes to keep from looking at Paul's passion-contorted face. He didn't like the way the guy had looked at his cock, or at his ass. They sure as hell didn't want any queer men in the swapping group!
Thinking about the off-beat thoughts he'd had, Lee almost laughed at himself. Well, maybe his real reason for not wanting queer men around was because of his previous thoughts. So what? He was still being honest with himself.
And, even while getting pleasure from screwing the hell out of a female in what he still felt was a somewhat disgusting place, he didn't really approve of the act. In that way he guessed he was just as square as Walt. He hoped Steve hadn't seriously injured Kathy. And hadn't stuck her in the rear without her permission.
Feeling the point of no return rapidly approaching, Lee slowed his movements to delay the inevitable. He wanted to prolong the pleasure, as he always did during any kind of a sex act, but that didn't alter his opinion of what he was doing.
After he'd shot his sperm into the dark depths of the wildly wriggling female, he grabbed a towel and quickly withdrew, just as quickly looking away when he saw the blood on his limber rod. He heard Doris and Paul laugh when he got to his feet and took off for a shower stall or a wash basin.
If Steve had done that to Kathy without her permission, the bastard should be horse-whipped, he thought. Unless, of course, the beautiful woman found that she liked it so much that she'd forgive him herself. He hoped that was one experiment Bonita would never want to make-
Bonita didn't know what to do. She was afraid that if she told Lee what had happened, and Walt, the party would be over. It'd probably mean looking for a completely new group to form. If she didn't tell, Kathy probably would, though. That beauty was still face down on the bed, refusing to talk, but the sobbing had stopped.
Hadn't anybody heard the scream? Steve had cut it off with his hand, and back-handed her on the cheek with his other hand when she'd started pounding on his head and shoulders. He'd knocked her off the bed and halfway across the room.
Bonita was sitting on the side of the bed, patting and stroking Kathy's smooth shoulders. She could hear Steve in the shower. The dirty bastard, she thought. Kathy had told him not to stick her there. But he'd grabbed her hips and jabbed his big cock into her anal opening with one swift thrust. The scream had been a kind of delayed reaction. Because Steve had been embedded and had Kathy flat on the bed before he'd had to reach around and put his hand over her mouth.
The threats he'd made had caused her to keep silent after he'd removed his hand. Almost silent, rather. Because the groans and moans had been muffled against the mattress. Would he really carry out his threats to tell Kathy's parents? And Doris', of course.
"He must've planned something like this," she said, removing her hand from Kathy's warm flesh. "When he agreed to attend with Doris, I mean. Do you think she's in on it, Kathy? Or knew that he was going to cause trouble?"
Reaching back to hold the blood-soaked towel in place, Kathy slowly turned over on her back. "I don't think she wanted me to be hurt. I don't think she thought that he'd do that without me telling him that it was okay. And I know she wouldn't want our folks to know that we've swapped."
"What do you want me to do, Kathy?"
"She wants you to let me do the same thing to you!"
Steve was still drying his muscular body. There was a smirk on his handsome features. His big cock was hard again. Bonita pulled her eyes from the jutting hardness, physically excited despite her mental hate, wishing there was some way she could keep him from seeing that excitement registering in her eyes.
"You're a rapist," she said, standing. "You're a low-down animal for doing what you did to Kathy."
"Look who's calling names! Why, you slut, you're the animal! You and all these other swapping bitches and bastards! I heard you talking. Sure, I planned this. I figured it out after I got here, anyhow. Doris wanted me to come, to give our marriage another chance, she said, and I went along with her bullshit just to get in the house. You jaded jerks make me sick!"
He tossed the towel aside. "You don't think I'd stay married to a bitch who'd go to swapping parties, do you? There's no need to look toward the door. I locked it when you and Kathy were kissing like long lost lovers. I guess I should've waited and given you bitches a chance to go down on each other. I like to watch I'm even kind of sorry I didn't sample Kathy's pussy first. But I got overly anxious to get myself a cherry. That's about the only kind that a guy can get these days, you know. Get on your knees and lean on the bed. You can even eat on Kathy while I'm breaking you in. Hey, your lovely rear is virgin, isn't it?"
"He's crazy," Kathy said, sitting upright, pain registering on her beautiful face as her weight was placed on her bottom.
Bonita had been thinking the same thing. After getting rid of the towel, Steve hadn't raised his voice or even sounded angry. Somehow that was more frightening than if he'd been shouting. She remembered the times she'd worried about the chances she'd taken when picking up strange men. The locked door scared her. Maybe he wouldn't stop after sticking her in the butt. Maybe he had other ideas, sadistic ideas. It'd be hell to get killed or some damned thing right in her own home-after not having any trouble while going with strangers to strange rooms for so many years.
Yelling for Lee at the top of her voice, Bonita dashed for the door. Steve caught her before she got there and hurled her to the carpet. He put one bare foot on her belly to hold her in place, and told her that he was strong enough to give her husband the same treatment.
"Including the pronging," he added, digging his heel into her lower stomach.
She'd stopped yelling when her butt hit the thick carpet. She was looking up at his poking prick and heavy balls. Something about the situation had made her just as passionate as she'd been all evening. Why should she be frightened? she asked herself. Steve was only going to do what she'd secretly been wanting to try. It seemed as if Lee hadn't heard anything; or wasn't going to do anything if he had. Maybe she wasn't as super-sensitive as Kathy seemed to be.
"You could at least let me get something to use as lubricant, Steve. That should even make it better for you."
He grinned and removed his foot from her belly. "I'll make it slick by putting it in your twat first," he said. "Now get on your hands and knees before I change my mind and punish you by refusing to give you what you want!"
Bonita meekly obeyed. And it wasn't only because Steve had a crazy gleam in his eyes.
Lee, Walt, Marie, Paul, and Doris, were in the hallway just outside the bedroom door, but they couldn't hear anything. They were all naked, but Paul was the only male with a hard-on. The loud yelling had caused him to yank his stiff penis out of Doris' mouth and take off to see what'd happened. Doris followed, and even now she had her fingers wrapped around the thrusting hardness.
They were all being quiet, going along with Lee's whispered orders, and Lee was trying to figure out what the hell to do. He was still hoping that Kathy's scream, and then Bonita's yells for him, was just a part of the love-play, the sexual activities. He didn't know what to think about the locked door, or what to do about it. He'd feel stupid if it turned out that he wasn't needed or wanted. To yell at Bonita and Kathy could do more harm than good, if Steve had gone off his rocker or something.
He'd known about the door being locked right after rushing from the living room. He'd tried the knob, then went on to the other bedroom. That door had been open. Walt and Marie had been coming from the bathroom, both naked and still damp, and he'd used the wash basin before asking if they'd heard the scream.
A brief exchange of words had brought out the fact that they'd been having sex in the shower stall and hadn't heard a thing. He'd played down the scream, saying that Kathy had probably just gotten carried away or something, but about that time they'd heard Bonita yelling for him.
"I didn't like the way Steve was behaving earlier," Walt said in a low tone. "I think we'd better get in there somehow. It's too damned quiet to suit me."
Only a few seconds had passed, but it seemed like many minutes. "Only loud noises can be heard through these walls and doors," Lee said, wondering why he was whispering. Had the few drinks dulled his mind that much? Then, louder: "Let's both put our shoulders against the door, Walt. We should be able to break the lock. If not, we'll just have to get something and break the door down."
"They might just be having fun," Marie said.
Doris giggled. "Then we can all join them and have a blissful, blistering, blasting orgy! Hell, Steve's probably just sticking them in the ass and they're enjoying it." She giggled again. "Sticking them one at a time, of course!"
Lee and Walt put their shoulders against the door and then pulled back. On the third hard "bump" the lock broke and the door swung inward. Their momentum carried them right on into the bedroom.
Steve was on his knees behind Bonita. His cock hadn't been inserted yet. Or else he'd pulled it out. Lee, taking in everything at one glance, wasn't sure which was the case. There was a startled look on the young fellow's face, then fear in his eyes. Lee watched, aware that the other naked guests were crowding around, as the edge of Walt's hand clipped Steve behind the ear.
"I don't blame him," Marie said.
Lee, having already seen the bloody towel between Kathy's legs, couldn't say that he blamed Walt, either. But he did think that the husband should've asked one important question first. Had Kathy been willing? It sure as hell didn't look as if Bonita had done any fighting.
Steve was flaked out on the carpet, face down. Bonita had twisted around and was trying to see if he'd been badly hurt. Walt had hurried to the bed and was talking to Kathy. And all the others seemed to be talking at the same time.
Lee shouted for everybody to be quiet. When there was silence, he told Bonita and Kathy to tell what had happened. They did, with Bonita doing most of the talking, and he liked the way she met his eyes and said that she'd been more than halfway willing even before she'd gotten scared and yelled for him.
"He's coming around," Doris said. "I guess I'd better see that the stupid jerk gets home. Even if I don't expect to live with him again."
"And I think I'd better take Kathy home now," Walt said.
"The creep ruined my party," Bonita said, getting to her feet. "He said he wouldn't stay married to a girl who'd go to swapping parties. Words to that effect, anyhow. He also said that he was strong enough to give Lee the same treatment he meant to give me."
"That'd be the day!" Lee exclaimed.
Steve slowly got to his hands and knees, shaking his head back and forth, seemingly trying to clear his mind. His big cock was hanging limply. "Who the hell hit me?" he mumbled.
"Never mind that," Lee said. "You'd better be thankful that you didn't really get hurt What the hell's wrong with you, anyhow? What if somebody forced you to do something you didn't want to do? You wouldn't like it, would you?"
"Maybe he would," Paul said, chuckling. "I have something here that'd put him to the test Say the word, give me a little help and protection if it becomes necessary, and I'll give him what he gave Kathy."
Lee looked at Paul's thrusting tool. He felt all the eyes on him. He knew that Paul hadn't been kidding about getting behind him when he'd been imbedded in Doris. He knew that Steve was still too dazed to comprehend what Paul had said. Everybody seemed to be leaving the decision up to him. He heard Bonita say that such an act might keep Steve from spilling his guts to the wrong people.
He looked at Doris. "The punishment does seem to fit the crime, doesn't it?"
Doris, her dark eyes glittering, giggled. "Yeah," she said, looking down at her husband. "An ass for an ass, huh! Sock it to him, Paul!"
Everybody except Paul laughed. He ejected saliva on his hand, smeared it on the head of his rigid rod while dropping to his knees behind Steve, and made the penetration with one swift jab. Steve grunted and crawled forward a few feet, but Paul stuck to and in him like a leech.
Paul had grabbed the back of Steve's neck with one hand, the knuckles on his fingers white he was squeezing so tightly. That was probably the reason Steve wasn't trying to buck Paul off and out, Lee thought, feeling a surge of pity for the muscular young man being raped.
Paul cried, "Hey, this guy ain't no virgin!"
Lee saw that Steve's cock had jumped to attention. He also saw that Steve wasn't trying to get away from the steady strokes Paul had started. In fact, the two men were moving together, rhythmically, and seemingly forgetting that they weren't alone. Or not caring.
"Disgusting," Marie said.
Lee was pleased to find that he felt the same way. And the sight wasn't sexually stimulating to him. His cock had remained limber. A quick glance told him that Walt's had, too. He saw Paul's hand go under and around and grasp Steve's stiff erection. Paul was no longer squeezing Steve's neck. With that hand he reached under and around and fondled Steve's hanging and swaying sac.
"It's kind of stupid for that lovely hard-on to be wasted by Paul's frigging fingers," Doris said, positioning herself on her hands and knees in front of Steve. She reached back and patted her ass. "Come on, you AC-DC stud! And just for a change, try putting that pole in my pussy hole!"
Lee didn't watch to see which hole Steve picked. When he heard Paul announce that he had a hole that someone could plug, he took Bonita's hand and said that as far as he was concerned the party was over.
He felt like kissing her when she squeezed his hand and said that she felt the same way.
And they did exchange a tender kiss when they were outside the bedroom, both surprised that they were able to walk away from such an erotic tableau; both happy for the final proof that Lee didn't have to worry about the completeness of his masculinity.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well, that's that," Bonita said, shortly after the last of the guests had filed out and she closed the front door. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside Lee. "I don't know about you, but I'm disappointed. I thought we had what might be called the nucleus of a swapping club and now I doubt that Kathy and Walt will even want to continue."
"This is a big city," Lee said, slipping his arm around her waist, inside the robe she'd put on. "We'll find other couples willing to swap. I just hope we don't encounter any more husbands like Steve and Paul!"
"I'm glad Walt didn't accept Paul's offer," Bonita said, putting her hand in his lap. He'd slipped into his trousers and his penis was still limp. She laughed and removed her hand. "I saw that Walt's dick remained just as soft as yours, and he and Kathy came out within a few minutes after we did. That's how I know that he didn't screw Paul, I mean."
Lee chuckled. "I've been right here, remember? I'll bet Marie got in on the act after Walt and Kathy left the bedroom. The four of them stayed in there long enough to do everything there is to do two or three times."
"And we didn't even stay and watch," Bonita said, turning her face and meeting his eyes. "Do you think that maybe we've reformed?"
"I think we've just been going at it too hot and heavy," Lee said, "along with being unlucky enough to get involved with a couple of queer husbands."
"Lesbianism doesn't disgust me," Lee said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Steve and Paul went out of here without even looking at us, so they must've been disgusted with themselves."
"Maybe not," Bonita said. "Maybe they've just finally admitted to themselves what they are, and know that you could never understand."
Lee didn't answer, and Bonita decided to drop the subject. She was sure that Paul and Steve had both been ashamed of their behavior. Ashamed of being seen and getting a negative reaction from everybody except Doris, and possibly Marie. She was sorry she'd never get a crack at that young wife. She'd be willing to bet that Paul wouldn't work that laundry route any longer; and she doubted that Steve would cause Kathy and Walt any trouble by blabbing about the swapping to his in-laws.
She felt Lee's hand on her thigh, and realized that she'd leaned back and closed her eyes. The robe had parted all the way down. His other hand moved from her waist and began caressing her back. She felt him sitting upright, and opened her eyes when his mouth closed around her nearest nipple and a portion of her jutting breast.
He pulled his mouth away, making a little popping sound, and grinned. "Have you ever been afraid that whatever you might do or say would only be a-well, an anti-climax or some damn thing?"
"Sure," she said, smiling and putting her arms around his neck. "But nothing you do or say will ever fail to interest me." She kissed him lightly on the lips.
"We've just been under a mental strain, honey. And-"
"Yes?" Lee prompted a few seconds after she'd broken off.
"I was just kidding with that reformed bit," Bonita said. "Although, that isn't what I started to say. I'm sure that you had anal intercourse with Doris, just as I'm almost sure that you didn't enjoy it all that much." She put her fingers over his lips. "Let me finish. I'll admit that I was curious, and that I wanted to give it a try, but now I'm not so sure. I-"
Again she stopped talking. This time, after a few seconds, she went on without being prompted. "This might not make sense, honey, but despite the pain I know Kathy suffered I still want to try it some time. With you. Not now, not at any special time, just at some time in the future. When it's a-a spontaneous happening that we both want at the same time. Does that make any sense to you?"
"I guess so," Lee said. "Yes." He grinned and glided his hand along her thigh to her pussy. "I know this snapping hotbox will always be my favorite, though. Do you know what I'd like to do right now?"
"You seem to be doing it," she said, surging to his thrusting finger. She smiled. "What?"
"I'd like to have just a plain old-fashioned man-on-top screwing session. You know? Sometimes I think we forget just how good an ordinary piece of tail can be."
She arched her eyebrows. "Ordinary?"
"Extra-ordinary with us," he said, chuckling. He mashed his opened mouth to hers and almost took her breath away with his passionate kiss. Then, "I guess the fancy frills are an important part of even old-fashioned man-on-top screwing. Things like tongue-sucking, finger diddling, and-"
She cut his words off with her mouth. And with her searching fingers. His big cock was springing to attention, straining for freedom. While lashing her tongue with his, and moving with the finger that was expertly stimulating her clit, she got his zipper down and his erect organ out
They heard the doorbell. They broke the torrid kiss, she released his dick, and he pulled his finger from her twat. They both said, "Who?" at the same time.
"You'd better see who it is while I get our friend put away," Lee said, twisting his butt around on the couch.
"Not before I kiss him," Bonita said, doing just that.
She got to her feet, watched as he struggled to tuck his stiff shaft out of sight, laughed, and got a smocked pillow from the end of the couch. He caught the pillow and placed it over his exposed erection. She pulled the robe over her nudity and opened the door. It was Marie.
The beautifully stacked young wife entered without being asked. Bonita closed the door. "This is a surprise, honey!"
"And a pleasant one," Lee said, meeting Bonita's eyes, "for us both, Marie. What happened to the rest?"
"They're in a cocktail lounge not far from here. Paul and Steve wanted me and Doris to pick up young men for them. Tonight, and from now on. You know. We'd be the bait. I refused, but Doris said that'd really be a gas. Paul and I had an argument and I came here in our car,"
"I'm not sure that I understand," Bonita said. "Did your husband threaten you?"
"No. He didn't say that he'd hurt me, anyhow. He just said that he was going to live as he wanted to live from now on, having men as well as women, and that if I didn't like it I could lump it. I didn't know that he went for the queer stuff. He even said that he liked to get screwed, and that he'd been going down on boys and men since he was just a boy himself."
"That still doesn't explain why you're here," Lee said.
"I thought you might let me stay for a few days. Until I can make arrangements to go back home. That's in another state where my parents will be happy to see me and help me get a divorce. I guess I could get a hotel or motel room. No matter what, though, I don't want to stay at the apartment. I'd be willing to sleep here in the living room."
"You must be kidding," Bonita said, laughing.
Marie blushed prettily and said, "I didn't want to seem pushy."
"One question," Lee said. "Maybe two. Judging by the way your husband was banging away at another man, I imagine you're very experienced in that type of sex."
"I am not! One time, that's all! I went to a doctor the next day and he told me that some people are just more tender back there than others. Paul has never been sadistic with me even if you did see him hop Steve like some kind of a wild animal."
"That seems to take care of that question," Bonita said. "What was your other question, Lee?"
"She has already answered part of it," Lee said. "What, exactly, did you do when we left the four of you in the bedroom, Marie? After Kathy and Walt had also walked out."
"I got down on the carpet and let Doris go down on me."
"At her request?" Bonita asked.
"Yes, and also because I wanted to. Then I took a shower, dressed, and-and are there any more questions? I feel as if I'm being interviewed for a job or some damn thing! All I want to know now is whether you want me to stay or leave!"
"I want you to stay," Bonita said, slipping out of her robe and tossing it aside. "My dear husband was just saying that he'd like to have an old-fashioned screwing session, though. Maybe he'd like to pick one of us and still do that."
Lee chuckled and pulled the pillow from his stiff cock. "You don't think they had threesomes in the old days? Hell, these so-called modern ways of enjoying sex are as old as mankind!"
"I was just making a feeble attempt at being funny," Bonita said, seeing that Marie was staring at Lee's poking prick. "Go ahead, Marie. Kneel down. Lee's good for at least thirty minutes. Longer if we'll just let him rest and regain his control now and then."
"He didn't last that long before," Marie said, licking her full lips.
"Because it was the first time with you," Lee said, standing up and dropping his trousers to the carpet. He stepped out of the circle. "Besides, I was in a hurry to get back to the party and the other females."
Marie moved forward and dropped to fter knees. She grabbed Lee's hard pecker with one hand, his heavy balls with the other, and popped the head into her mouth.
Watching the lovely girl going down on Lee caused the welcome warmth to start spreading to Bonita's loins. She still didn't know if Marie would reciprocate with her, or had ever gone the whole route with any female. Lee met her eyes, grinned, and seemed to read her mind.
Marie had started working her mouth forward and backward along almost the entire length of his rigid rod. He put his hands on the brown-haired girl's head and pushed her away.
"We're curious," he said, motioning for Bonita to move closer. But before Bonita had taken two steps Marie turned, walked on her knees, and buried her face in Bonita's blonde V. Lee laughed. "Our curiosity has been satisfied on that score!"
Bonita had hunched down, thrilling to the contact of the hot lips and tongue, then grabbing the silky soft brown hair as the hot tongue expertly found and just as expertly stimulated her tingling clit.
After about thirty seconds she pushed Marie away.
"Let's get you naked, darling! If you're going to stay with us, we have all night to do the delightful things with each other."
"And tomorrow after I go to work," Lee said, dropping to his knees to help strip Marie. Bonita had pushed Marie to the carpet and was on her knees tugging the tight skirt down along the shapely bare legs. Marie helped Lee get the blouse off, then the restraining bra. By that time Bonita had the thin panties peeled down and off. She sat back on her haunches and admired the lovely female nakedness.
'I've never been with a husband and wife at the same time before," Marie said. Then she laughed softly. "Or a man and a woman, for that matter!"
"Then you're in for a special treat," Bonita said, moving until she was stretched out beside the voluptuous young girl. She hadn't asked, but she was sure that Marie wasn't out of her teens. But she was married, and that made her old enough to do as she pleased. It seemed that having just about any kind of sex pleased her more than anything in the world.
Lee had been getting on the other side of Marie. He lowered his mouth and began kissing and licking a nipple. Bonita did the same to the other taut tip. Then they started sucking on her big titties and running their hands all over her squirming body.
Soon they started taking turns kissing her on the mouth, and delving with their fingers in her snapping snatch. She returned the torrid, tongue-probing kisses, and moved her ass and hips in harmony with their probing fingers. Finally, between kisses, she breathlessly announced that she was just about ready to come.
They were already aware of that truth. Bonita was right on the verge of spasming, too. She licked her way down along the smooth belly, jabbed her tongue into the dainty little button, and then lifted her face and gazed at the brown curls.
While Lee positioned himself behind her, she parted the silky soft curls with her fingers and gazed at the pink slit. The delectable warmth drifted upward, making her giddy, and her fingers trembled as she reached back to guide Lee's turgid tool to her twitching twat.
As he pushed in, she gave a little gasp and lowered her face to the moist warmth. She made Marie sigh as she slithered her tongue in between the sweet lips and found the sensitive organ. So dainty, she thought, lapping at the erect and slippery passion-button. Maybe they could get the delightful darling to live with them for a long, long time.
"Oh! Oh, Bonita! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Bonita labored furiously to make it perfect for the wildly wriggling darling. She gripped the sleek buttocks tightly enough so that she wouldn't lose contact with the vibrating clitoris and happily lapped Marie through a series of spasmic releases.
While getting thrilling pleasure out of giving the pleasure, she was experiencing a different kind of thrilling pleasure from Lee's plunging prick. She spasmed just as Marie sagged limply. She rested her flushed cheek on Marie's warm thigh, glad that Lee had held back his passion. She wanted Marie to experience the joy of having a cock spurting into her cunt while she tongued another clit to and through a shuddering climax.
Lee had been thinking the same thing. He withdrew his pecker. Marie expressed surprise that it was still hard. He grinned, used her panties to wipe, and stretched out on his back. He wondered if the two sexy women would go for an idea he'd gotten while keeping himself under control. He felt Marie's fingers wrap around his stiff manhood.
"Maybe we should lay off the swapping and see if we can be satisfied with Marie, Bonita. We could give her a home with us, I mean. We seem to have been unlucky with the half-ass plans we had, and I don't know any other couples to approach about swapping, anyhow. Do you?"
"No," Bonita said, lifting and moving until she was on the other side of Marie. She began caressing the girl's thrusting titties. "Maybe Marie doesn't think that she could be satisfied with us, though."
"Oh, I could be, I could be!"
Lee raised his head enough to meet Bonita's glowing green eyes. "Should we consider it settled?"
"Yes," Bonita said, sitting up. "As settled as anything can be in this life, anyway. How long do you think you'll be able to stay here with us, Marie?"
"I'm not sure," Marie said, working her hand up and down on Lee's erect cock. She lifted her other hand and squeezed Bonita's nearest taut-tipped breast. "Not more than ten or fifteen years, though!"
The three of them laughed together. And then they had more sex together right there on the carpet. Before the night was over Marie had Bonita and Lee wondering if they'd be able to last even ten or fifteen days and nights. The brown-haired youngster was sexy-hot from the word go, and she didn't seem to know about the four-letter word spelled, S-T-O-P.
Kathy and Walt Blanchard were in bed. Kathy had soaked in a tub of hot water for almost an hour. Then she'd gotten a hand-mirror and examined herself thoroughly. There seemed to be no indications of any permanent injuries, for which she was thankful. Even so, it was uncomfortable to even shift her bottom on the bed. Nothing really painful; just a dull throb now and then that kept reminding her of the abuse she'd taken.
Walt hadn't spoken to her since she'd slowly climbed onto the bed. She didn't really blame him. She'd gotten huffy, and downright hateful when he'd asked if she'd gotten any pleasure at all from the act. That'd been right after they'd entered the house, when she'd broken the long silence and said that she couldn't wait to take a bath.
His question had made her angry. Maybe because at the last there had been a degree of pleasure mingling with the pain. She was sorry about shooting her mouth off. She shouldn't've told him that maybe he should have a stiff whanger jammed up his tail and that if he'd been any kind of a decent husband he wouldn't've wanted to swap his wife off in the first place.
That sure as hell hadn't been fair. She'd instigated the whole thing, really, and she couldn't remember all the hateful things she'd told him. No wonder he'd been in bed with the light out when she'd finally left the bathroom and the soothing hot water.
She wondered how long she'd been staring into the darkness. Five minutes? Ten? She knew that Walt was awake, just as she knew that he was also naked. Since they'd changed their way of life, they'd both been sleeping in the nude. So they'd be free at any time to indulge in the erotic intimacies they'd learned to enjoy.
Learned because of swapping, she thought, asking herself if she really wanted to give up all the pleasures swapping represented. Did Walt? And did she want to put a stop to the Lesbianism she'd enjoyed so much?
"I'm sorry for all of the hateful things I said, Walt. Is it too early for you to forgive me? There's something I want to say, to ask, and I think it's too important for us to talk about while we're not on the friendliest of terms."
Walt turned over on his side and put his arm around her. "Women!" He chuckled softly. "You're forgiven, honey! What is it you wanted to ask?"
"Would you like for me to have a baby?"
There was a short silence, and Walt's arm tightened around her waist. "Do you mean it, Kathy? Don't get my hopes up and then let me down like you did during the first year or so we were married."
Kathy hesitated. Would she be making a promise she'd be afraid to keep? No. This time she would go through with it. She'd stop the pills right away. Millions and millions of women had children without worrying about the pain involved. Why should she think she couldn't stand the pain? What if her mother had been too frightened?
"I mean it," she said.
He kissed her cheek tenderly, and his voice was little above a whisper, as he said, "We'll have to stop swapping until we're absolutely sure, you know."
"I know," she said. "We do want the baby to be yours!"
He raised up and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "And afterward? Would you want to swap after you got pregnant?"
"No! That sounds terrible!"
"How about after the birth of our baby?"
"I hope I'll be too busy trying to be a good mother to think about things like that."
"The perfect answer," he said. He chuckled. "Hey, I hope you don't mean that where I'm concerned!"
She assured him that she didn't. Then she said she'd try to keep away from Bonita and other females. He told her not to worry about it; that everything would work out all right, including a suitable solution to the problem Doris and Steve had created. He sounded so sure that she allowed herself to believe it.
They embraced in silence for several minutes, not kissing, not feeling around with their fingers, just enjoying their love. But, since sex was such an important part of that love, they both started to get passionate. Walt's prick lifted and poked against Kathy's warm flesh and Kathy's pussy began pulsating and her clitoris began tingling.
She put her fingers on his stiff shaft and told him that she wanted it in her. He wanted to know if she was sure that she wasn't too sore. She said that she wasn't sore where she wanted his pecker. Then she couldn't suppress a little groan when he moved down and parted her legs.
But the pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by thrilling pleasure, as he gently pushed his hard flesh into her.
And as they screwed long and blissfully, both bought off the other, safe in the knowledge that no matter what happened they'd stay together.