Dick Major lay stretched out on his bed. He was feeling good this morning. The early light streaming in through the window was bright and dear. It was going to be a nice day. It had been great so far. He and his wife had just enjoyed a tremendous fuck.
He heard the steady stream of the shower slow and stop. He could hear Susan humming to herself as she dried herself off and performed all the little rituals peculiar to women.
Closing his eyes, he imagined how she looked in there her short hair wet and plastered to her head, framing her striking, big-eyed face. He could imagine her slowly massaging her firm round tits with the towel until the pink nipples stood up firm and inviting. Then the towel was moving down to her flat belly and her sculptured hips. Her fingers lingered in the small, curly vee of her pubic hair. Susan never could resist a chance to play with herself a little, even after she had just been well-fucked.
A smile creased Dick's mouth. His cock was throbbing under the covers, as hard and insistent as it had been earlier in the morning. Good old cock, he thought, always ready when I need him. He slipped his fingers down under the covers and caressed the pulsing shaft gently.
Should he or shouldn't he?
The answer wasn't long in coming.
"Dick, darling, would you mind bringing me my make-up bag? I left it on the dresser."
That settled it. When Susan saw his bloodswollen cock, he wouldn't be able to get away ... even if he wanted to.
He said nothing. He rose to his feet and walked into the bathroom, his stiff shaft swaying between his thighs. He stood just inside the door and smiled at his wife.
"Hi, honey ... where's my ... ooohhhhh! Is that for me?" Her brown eyes stared in undisguised admiration at his fleshy cock-shaft.
"Sure is, baby. I was lying in there thinking about you, and look what happened! Any ideas what we can do with it?"
Her toilet forgotten, she walked over to her husband and stood directly in front of him. Her slender fingers wound carefully around his prick while her lips sought his hungrily. "I never do get enough of you, baby," she murmured, " ... and I've always got ideas." Her fingers worked lazily along his cock, toying with it, teasing it into greater rigidity. At the same time, her tongue poked and prodded against Dick's. Their meeting was at the same time sensual and un-rushed. They knew the pleasure was there for the taking. They could take it at their leisure.
"Feels good, baby," he whispered into her mouth. "I love the way you touch my cock." His fingers reached for the tight curls at her crotch. He shoved a little farther inward and struck her slippery clitoris.
"Mmmmmmm ... ni-i-i-ce!" She spread her legs a little, inviting him to work between her legs at will. The lewd movements of her tongue told him she was aroused, open, eager.
Dick moved his finger back until he'd found the yielding hole of her cunt. He sank one finger, then two, deep up inside and smiled to himself when she groaned huskily. Then, relishing his cruel mastery, he pulled the fingers back out. He pulled away from her kiss and put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her down onto hands and knees in front of him.
The mushroom tip of his cock just grazed the tip of her nose.
"I want you to suck it for me, baby!" His rough words betrayed the building intensity of his excitement. The thought of making his wife get down on her knees and suck his prick right here on the bathroom floor titillated the hell out of him.
Obviously Susan was just as excited as her husband. With a low groan, she opened her mouth wide and encircled the tumescent girth of his prick with her lips. They sucked hungrily on their meaty prize, coating his shaft with a shiny film of saliva. Dick stared at the way her lips worked over his cock. The lewd sight combined with her oral stimulation to bring his cock to rock-hardness.
"Oh, baby! ... That's the way! ... Do it ... yeah! ... Suck my cock, Susie!" Dick threw his blond head back in ecstasy and guided the movements of his wife's head with his fingertips, forcing her to take his whole length deep into her throat. Though it was exciting to hold her down, Dick knew full well that Susan needed no coaxing to drive her to her task. She was performing a labor of love ... and lust.
Susan's thumb and forefinger formed a tight ring around the base of Dick's cock that worked back and forth along the, length in rhythm with her mouth. She was creating a double sensation for him one hard and insistent, the other soft and wet and alluring. "Mmmmmmm!" She licked hungrily at a few drops of pre-seminal fluid that seeped from the slit in the glans. She loved the taste so salty and tangy, so masculine! The flavor incited her to further efforts over his engorged prick.
"Jee-zuz, woman! Christ, you have got some mouth!" Susan had sucked Dick's cock many times, but he never failed to be surprised anew at her skill, at the incredible excitement she could wield with one spongy tongue and a few added stimulants. Her fingers worked with practiced familiarity over his rod. Her lips kissed him there with an ardor that was at once tender and sexy. She drove him right beyond himself into a realm of unthinking, unquestioning ecstasy.
Neither knew how much time elapsed as Susan knelt on the floor in front of her husband, assiduously socking his cock. Dick could feel the tension building, building, deep in his balls. He knew if Susan kept this up, he was going to cum, right into her throat.
But right now he wanted something more. He wanted some more pussy. He wanted to reward her for her slavish efforts over his cock, and he wanted to bury his throbbing length deep in her juicy little cunt.
He reached down and pulled her roughly to her feet. "Come on, woman. Bend over that sink. I wanna fuck you!" His words were harsh. They seethed with lust. Dick loved fucking his beautiful wife. The prospect always filled him with gut-wrenching anticipation.
Susan's eyes were glazed with her own excitement. She turned obediently to the sink and bent over it, watching her expression in the mirror, watching her husband as he guided his turgid rod toward her wet pussy. "Oh God, yes, Dick! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" She had already showered for the day. Now she would have to shower again. This was one of the things she loved best about her husband the way he would be ready for sex at the most unexpected moments, anytime, anywhere. Sex with Dick was never dull.
Dick found the greedy entrance to his wife's snatch and shoved. His cock was embedded in hot, clinging pussy.
"Aaaiieeeee! Oh Dick, it's good, honey! It's good!". At once, she thrust her buttocks back, urging him to stroke into her, deep and hard.
Dick needed no urging. Once his prick had got its first taste of cunt, it began to work insistently back and forth, spreading her vaginal walls wide. He skewered her deep on each in-stroke, relishing the way his cock-tip glided right up against her cervix, far inside. "Aaahhhhh, yeah ... it's good pussy, Susie'! Feels great in there!"
They looked at each other in the mirror, enjoying the look of lust in the other's face. While their genitals clashed wetly, they made love with their eyes, telling each other how good it was.
"Jee-zuz! ... Oh God ... Dick! ... I'm cumming-g-g!" Susan's eyes clenched shut as she shoved her ass back hard to take all of him deep into her. To drive the demons of orgasmic lust from her body. The sensation was intense. Her knees began to tremble, with the effort of remaining on her feet.
Titillated by the sight of his wife's face as she writhed out her climax, Dick began to ram her longer, deeper, harder, until he too was faced with the, point of no return. "Christ, baby, here I cummmmmm!" His cock squirted his hot load deep into her spasming belly. He clung to her as she clung to the sink for support.
At last they stood up and wrapped their arms' around one another in a long, close embrace. "Dick, darling, you are the world's most wonderful lover, you know that?"
"Your word's good enough for me, baby!"
She looked at him skeptically. "Don't tell me your girl friends don't tell you the same thing?"
"Well ... sometimes ... but you're my number one fan, baby!"
She giggled. "And you're mine. Come on. Let's take a shower together."
When they were dressed they went downstairs for coffee and orange juice. Both were figure conscious. They took only one regular meal a day, at night. "Susan was an ex-model, tall and trim and shapely. Dick had been her photographer on several assignments. Lust had eventually turned to love and they had married after living together for six months. Though she no longer modeled, Susan designed clothes for a company she had worked for as a model. Dick had become one of the top local commercial photographers. They were happy together, though their relationship had broadened to include other sex partners.
"I'll be glad when we get moved into our new place, Dick. In my mind, I've already left this place."
"All I hope is that we have some sexy new neighbors."
"Dick, you're incorrigible! The first problem is going to be whether there'll be anyone around we can even talk to, let alone fuck! I don't know how I'll get along with the suburban housewife circuit."
"Well, darling, don't forget this is the upper crust of suburban housewives. By the way, I forgot to tell you. I did find out who one of our neighbors will be. One of the guys told me Tom Hunnicutt lives right down the street from the new place. Tom's a swell guy. He's an executive at Reynolds' Ad Agency. You'll like him. I haven't met his wife, but ... "
"Is he cute?"
"I'd say by female standards, he's a real 'fox'."
"Then I'll like him."
"Now who's being incorrigible! Before I give you permission to do anything rash, I'll have to check out his wife and see if she rates."
"Since when do I need your permission, darling? As long as she's got two legs with a hole between them, I'm sure she'll suit your purposes."
"Uh-uh-uh! The claws are coming out. I better be going to work before you decide to tear me apart limb from limb."
Susan rose to kiss her husband as he slipped on his sports jacket. "I wouldn't tear you apart, darling, but I might eat you." Her brown eyes sparkled mischievously. She reached up and rumpled his longish blond hair. "God, you're a good-looking man!" She reached down and squeezed his cock.
"Hey, sexy baby! I better get out of here before I feel the urgent need to screw you again." He kissed her one last time. "And baby ... you can eat me any old time you want. You don't even have to make an appointment."
"Gee, thanks. You're a real sweetheart." She watched him walk out to the car. His long lean good looks turned her on even from a distance. Her cunt throbbed with memories of the morning's play. She was pleased she and Dick had found each other. Susan had never known a man whose sexuality so perfectly matched her own.
Happy as she was with her husband, Susan was not above thinking about and screwing other men. As she sipped her second cup of coffee, she thought about Tom Hunnicutt and the new house.
She was looking forward to the move. She was ready for some new talent.
Chapter Two
Ann Hunnicutt was not by nature an early riser. Often she didn't even hear the harsh jangling whine of the alarm clock, and she would awaken later to find her husband already dressed and ready for work. Or already gone.
She was determined not to let that happen this morning. She had been horny for three days now, her voice was steady. Her desperation had the and her husband Tom had been too busy with work to do anything about it. Experience had shown that the best time to get Tom was in the morning, when he was fresh and full of energy. Her frustration had made Ann a light sleeper the last couple of nights. Now she was lying awake and ready while her husband ran the shower in the adjoining bathroom.
Ann lay naked under the sheet, her legs spread slightly as she caressed her pussy-mound with her fingertips. The hair there was sparse and very soft. It was easy to reach right on through to the prominent button of her clitoris. "Oooohhhhh," she groaned into the empty room. "Hhnnnhhhh." As though they had a will of their own, her fingers worked their way enticingly around her upthrusting clitoris. They nudged the yielding flesh beneath, creating waves of desire that spread from her cunt throughout her lush young body. Her whole being cried for cock.
The hissing sound of the shower stopped. Tom must be drying himself. She thought about his thick cock, flaccid now, but capable of such filling hardness. A surge of raw pain coursed through her. She wanted that cock in her cunt - now.
"Tom, darling ... would you come here for a minute, please?"
"Can it wait a while, honey? It's getting kind of late and I ... "
Her voice was steady. Her desperation had the ring of absolute conviction. "It can't wait, Tom darling."
"Okay ... I'm coming." He didn't sound enthusiastic. A moment later, he emerged from the bathroom, naked, a few pearls of water gleaming on his tawny flesh. He was a tall, muscular man with a thick shock of black hair, a black mustache curling over his upper lip, and piercing dark eyes. Women never failed to notice him and, like a good ad man, he smiled at them and complimented them. His sex life, however, was restricted exclusively to his pretty blonde wife.
Tom liked women, but he wasn't willing to risk his home life for a frivolous one-night fling. Or for a mistress on the other side of town. Sex with Ann wasn't as thrilling as it had once been, but it would do.
Tom had a slight look of apprehension on his face. He thought he knew what his wife was up to, and he wasn't ready for it. There were things on his mind, like the layout he had to present to the boss this morning. "Now look, Ann, honey, whatever you want to talk about ... can't it wait until tonight? I've ... "
Ignoring her husband's words, Ann patted the mattress next to her. "Come sit down, Tom honey. I want you to come sit down, just for a minute." The second sentence was uttered very firmly, to combat the hesitation in her husband's eyes.
Reluctantly, Tom sat next to his wife. He flinched when she reached round him and grabbed his flaccid cock.
"Tom ... you know how I get when I don't get laid for a while. I'm nervous, irritable ... and I look ten years older than usual. I don't like being this way. I want to do something about it. Please, honey." She began to nuzzle his ear with her tongue while her fingers caressed the soft flesh of his foreskin. She whispered lewdly into his ear. "I want to suck your prick, Tom darling."
The young husband surprised himself by experiencing an unmistakable surge of excitement in his cock. Her obvious hunger, her obscene words were rousing him as her soft presence next to him in bed at night hadn't. "Uuuhhhh, jee-zuz, Ann ... " Her fingers were caressing his cock more forcefully now. "I don't know, baby ... uuhhlthh ... Yeah, baby, go ahead! Do it!"
The expert manipulations of her fingers moving his foreskin over his growing member were more than the man could resist. Only now did he realize that he, too, was horny. He needed some attention paid to the ache in his turgid prick.
Eagerly, Ann maneuvered herself around on the bed so she was kneeling right next to her seated husband. She pulled the foreskin down to reveal the inflated head of his burgeoning cock. The slit in the end was a dilated hole, at the moment, that was seeping provocative drops of milky cum. She bent down and licked hungrily at his love-juices.
"Aaaiieeeee! Ann, baby, that's good!" Tom braced himself against the mattress with his fists. He watched dumbfounded as his wife took charge of his cock and began to nibble the swollen head with greedy enthusiasm. Her white-blonde hair fell disheveled around her face. It framed her head and his cock in a lewd picture of devouring lust. "Hhhnnnhhhh, yeah ... suck it, Ann honey!"
She scarcely heard her husband's words, so engrossed was she in her wanton task. Her tongue-tip worked delicately, tantalizingly around his cock-head. It probed into the slit on the glans and circled the prominent ridge that topped his rock-hard shaft. When she had teased herself and him to the point of agonizing hunger, she pursed her lips tightly and slid her head all the way down. His cock soared deep into her mouth. The tip grazed the back of her throat. Instead of gagging, she relaxed her throat muscles and took his prick again and again, as deep into her mouth as she could get it. Her blonde head bobbed lewdly over her work.
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!" Her moans continued almost without pause. They were the moans of a woman who had what she wanted. Who was content in the salacious abandon of erotic fulfillment. But Ann could feel the moisture building between her thighs. Her cunt-lips were wet with flaring need. Sucking cock was good, but her pussy needed it so bad! As much as she was enjoying what she was doing to her husband right now, the ache in her cunt was deeper, more compelling than the blissful fantasy of bringing her husband pleasure with her mouth.
She looked up at her handsome husband. "Darling ... I want to have you inside me now." Without hesitation, she straddled Tom's thighs, facing him, and sat down on his up thrust cock.
Before he had a chance to regret the absence of Ann's caressing lips on his cock, Tom was enjoying the warm wet clasp of her cunt-walls. They clung to his throbbing organ like a tight-fitting globe. The rubbery pressure made his prick leap into harder life. His first surge was to cum right then and there, but with practiced self-control he held back, waited for the hot waves of pleasure that her movements over him would bring.
"It's good, baby. It's good." He grasped her hips and pushed her upward slightly, so just the tip of his prick was buried inside her hungry womb. Then he pulled her back down with a sudden jarring motion, that filled her with hard cock and made her clitoris throb with sensation.
Ann closed her eyes and bit her lip. Her face was distorted with the erotic urgency of that thick, impaling rod. "000hhhhh, Tom darling! Ohhhh, your cock feels so good inside meeee! aahhhbh!" Tom's guiding hands were no longer necessary. She was moving her ass up and down over his loins like a woman possessed. From time to time, she would move in little circular motions, to one side, then to the other. Then once again, she would work her hips straight up and down, slamming her pubis against his, jarring her clitoris into stiff erection. After the intensity of her frustration, it was easy for her to slide into the welcome relief of climax.
"Ooohhhhh ... Tommmmmm ... Tom, I'm cum-ming-g-g-g!" Her face relaxed into a broad grin. Her eyes closed. She writhed her pussy hard down against his loins, reveling in that thick filling presence of cock. So completely had her body let go that it was more of an effort than she could muster to keep fucking him.
Tom was not ready to stop yet. Once again he began to guide her hips up and down over him. Her spasming cunt-walls massaged his cock with titillating throbs and rolls. He could feel his cock growing harder and larger as the intensity of his passion grew. He had brought the woman to climax. The thought excited him ... and so proportionately his cock swelled. It wouldn't be long for him now.
As Ann's climax gradually waned, she experienced a new surge of energy. Planting her hands on her husband's shoulders, she raised and lowered herself once again Now the filling hardness of his cock was even more filling than before. Now her nerve-endings were even more receptive. They had been jarred with the first tumult of orgasm. Now they were programmed. A second would be even easier than the first had been.
"Aaaggghhhhh! ... Mmmmmm! Ooohbhhhh! Oh Tom, again, I'm cumming again!" Her voice was a feverish whine of disbelief. The sensations seemed to barge through her one after another like a steamroller. Nothing could stop them or delay them. All she could do was just close her eyes and enjoy it. She was the helpless victim of her own consuming excitement.
The excited contortions of his wife's ass were bringing Tom to his own summit of arousal. Watching the wanton lust in her face fired his own salacious need. He worked her hips furiously up and down over his cock, refusing to let her take the lead, suiting the rhythm to his own erotic cadence.
His eyes were closed. His concentration was centered on the way her slippery cunt-walls were grabbing at his cock. Out of the blue, thunder struck.
"Jee-zuz Christ, here it cums!" Baring his teeth, he held his wife's hips steady while he rammed his cock up into her cunt as far as it would go. He could feel the jetting spurts of cum shooting deep into her belly, filling her with his hot love-juices.
"Ooohhhh, Tom, darling! It's so exciting! I'm cummng too! Me too!" By this time, Ann felt like a rag-doll, being buffeted this way and that by the remorseless surges of her own ecstatic climax. She let herself be lowered onto the mattress as her husband lay side by side with her in the sweet contentment of release.
Only a couple of moments had passed when Tom rose to his feet. "I've got to be going, honey." He looked tenderly down at his lovely wife, flushed and sweat-pearled from her excitement. "That was good, baby. Really good."
She grinned lazily up at him. "It was good for me too, darling." She watched him dress, regretting the covering of his long soft cock and his firm hard muscles. Their lovemaking had been so wanton and her climaxes so intense, that they had just whetted her appetite for more. She felt like a greedy bitch, but there was no denying it. She could have fucked again and again, in the mood she was in right now.
He bent down and kissed her. "See you tonight, honey."
"Have a good day, darling."
Ann thought about getting up, but she didn't seem to have the energy or the interest. It felt so wonderful just to lie there, with Tom's cum flowing from her cunt-lips, down over the soft flesh of her thighs. She reached down and began to stroke the slick folds of her pussy. Her thoughts began to wander. She imagined herself prisoner at an orgy, with a line of men with stiff cocks waiting for their chance to fuck her. The idea was stimulating. By continuing with her fantasies and playing with her clitoris, she was able to bring herself to another rousing orgasm. Only then was she ready to getup and start the day.
But her gesture was half-hearted. Nothing she had planned for the rest of the day seemed nearly as exciting or interesting as what had already happened.
"Maybe I'm some kind of sex-fiend." The thought didn't horrify her. Instead it titillated her. She was beginning to understand that she had a sexual capacity even she had never suspected. The thought that it might never found an outlet depressed her.
She dressed with care and set out for her bi-weekly meeting of the Women Writers' Group. So far, the only outlet Ann had found for her sublimated passions was her poetry. Her group was important to her. But she realized with sadness her group would probably never understand the kinds of thoughts and feelings she bad been experiencing this morning.
Chapter Three
Tom rose from his desk to greet the handsome man that had just walked into his office. He extended his arm, and they shook hands warmly. "Dick, how are you? Good to see you!"
Dick settled himself comfortably in a brown leather easy chair by the window. He crossed his legs and pulled a cigarillo from his pocket. Tom lit it for him. "I'm doing just fine, Tom." He looked slyly at the other man. "I see you've got a new secretary out there, man. She's a knockout. Any attachments?"
Despite himself, Tom blushed a little. "She's her own woman, Dick. It's up to you, but I've got to warn you that every guy that comes up here has his eye on her."
"I can see why. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be homing in on your territory if I had a go at her. I wouldn't want my Name to become mud around here. You guys give me a lot of good work."
Tom liked the older man, but he always felt self-conscious when Dick started talking about women, as he almost always did. For some reason, Tom felt Dick expected him to share his own attitudes toward the opposite sex. He knew it was silly, but Tom felt like a bit of a square around Dick Major. He grinned at the other man, tried to appear nonchalant. "As long as you keep giving us the kind of work you have so far, you've got the pick of the office. With the ladies' consent, of course. As for me, I've got all I can handle with one beautiful wife."
Dick pulled long and hard on his cigarillo. He watched smoke rings curl up toward the window. "Don't get me wrong, Tom. I love my own wife as much as the next guy. It's just that I'd even get tired of filet mignon if I had to eat it every day ... if you know what I mean." He handed an envelope to Tom. "See what you think of these."
Tom arranged the photographs Dick had brought on the desk. His mind was still on his friend's words. "You know, Dick, when I was a kid, I used to eat peanut butter sandwiches for lunch every goddamn day. And I never once got tired of them. I guess maybe that's the difference between us."
Dick smiled. "Yeah ... but I bet when you grew up and found out about salami and pastrami and corned beef on rye, you started branching out a little, right?"
Tom grinned ruefully and turned his attention to the pictures. "These are good, Dick. Really good. You make this woman look like she was born in red velvet and diamonds."
"That bitch probably was. I'm sure as hell she hasn't got a pussy, for one thing. If she has, it's probably emerald-studded and sealed tighter than Fort Knox." The knowing smile on Tom's face irked Dick at first. Then his features relaxed into his usual lazy some women would say "sexy" - grin.
"In other words, she wouldn't let you score with her, right?"
A long sigh escaped Dick's throat. "Man, I didn't even get out of the bullpen."
Tom seemed to relax. He settled into the high-backed chair behind his desk and put his feet up while he continued to peruse the pictures. "Well, Dick, the only thing I can say in consolation is that there are plenty more where that came from. About a hundred million in this country alone, I guess, if you're not particular about age or capacity."
"That's where you're off-base, buddy. I'm very particular. I pick only the best and the prettiest. After all, you don't bury twenty-four-carat in plate nickel." He patted the crotch of his trousers complacently.
"The only problem with you, Dick, is you're too goddamn modest." There was a slight edge in Tom's voice. Dick was a great guy in many respects, but around women, he was like a wolf let loose in the sheepfold. Without mercy.
"Say, Tom, I didn't tell you the good news. You and I are going to be neighbors. The wife and I are moving in on the weekend. Just four doors away, Sammy told me."
Tom was pleased. He didn't know many of his neighbors. Dick would be fun to have around. At once, he thought of his beautiful, horny wife. Better make sure Dick didn't get to her before she'd been forewarned. "Hey, Dick, why don't you and your wife come by the house for dinner tonight? It'll be a great chance to get acquainted with each other's wives ... Ann doesn't have many friends in the neighborhood. I'm sure she'll be glad to meet your wife."
"Sounds good, Tom. I'll call home and get things straight with Susan."
Ann gave Tom a chill greeting when he got home from work that night. She pulled away when he tried to kiss her.
"What the heck's the matter with you?"
"Nothing ... nothing, my darling husband. Only I'd appreciate it if you'd ask me before you invite strangers over for dinner the same night. I like a little time to get things together. I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off all afternoon."
"Well, for a beheaded chicken, you look beautiful."
Once again she avoided his lips. "You can cut the compliments. I'm not in the mood." Suddenly her voice softened. There were traces of tears in her eyes as she looked at her husband. "I wanted it to be just the two of us tonight, darling. I wanted it to be nice and ... romantic." Once again, several days had gone by without Tom's indicating any interest in sex. Ann was feeling nervous and high-strung. She knew it was childish, but she couldn't help interpreting sexual indifference as total rejection. She needed to make love to Tom to know things were still okay between them ... among other reasons.
He felt a pang of tenderness for his lovely wife as he realized the real cause of her bitchiness. His first response was guilt. It wasn't that he didn't find Ann desirable. He did. It was simply that he had a hundred different things on his mind. He just couldn't feel sexy every day of the week. Watching her broken-hearted pout at the moment, though, was turning- his cock to tempered steel. "Tell you what, honey ... As soon as the Majors have left tonight, I'm going to. fuck you till you can't see straight." He reached down and clutched her pubic mound through her evening dress.
His hand on her cunt made Ann's pussy flare responsively. She wrapped her arms around her husband and lay her head on his shoulder. "Okay, darling. I'm sorry I get so grouchy. It's just that I can't help wanting you." She looked into his eyes and grinned, her humor restored. "For one thing, you're the sexiest man I've ever set eyes on. When I see the way other women look at you, I realize just how lucky I am."
He kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "Have you looked in the mirror lately, beautiful? Not one woman in a thousand could hold a candle to you ... which reminds me. This Dick Major is one of the best known leeches in the business. So try not to be offended if he flirts with you a little. He can't help it. He sees a woman ... he's got to try to score with her. He's practically compulsive."
Ann tried to look slightly disapproving, but she was definitely intrigued. So, she was going to meet a real playboy! She felt a little guilty for automatically speculating on what kind of a fuck this Dick Major would be. But after all, playboys were supposed to know all the tricks of pleasing a woman. She looked at her husband and silently apologized for her mental betrayal. "What does his poor wife think of that?"
Tom straightened his tie in the mirror and brushed his hair carefully into place. "Apparently she does the same thing. They have what is called an `open relationship'. Fancy Name for good old fucking around." He turned to face his wife. "How do I look?"
She smiled absently and stroked her chin with her finger. "Fine, darling. You mean they both have relationships with other people? Don't they like each other?"
"Seem to like each other fine. Dick's eyes light up whenever he talks about her. Listen honey, don't let all this bother you. I just told you about Dick so you wouldn't be offended by him or anything. But once you get past the bullshit, he's a great guy. I'm sure he'll be a good neighbor."
Ann was about to speak when the doorbell rang. Tom went to answer it. Ann could hear voices in the hallway as she descended the stairs. She was feeling nervous as a schoolgirl. This Dick Major sounded incredibly intriguing a man who really liked sex ... who made it a priority in his life.
She tried to still the flutter in her heart as Tom introduced her to Susan and Dick Major, but it was no use. Dick Major was as good-looking as he was infamous. She latched her arm through his and led him into the living room. "Tom's told me a great deal about you, Dick. I'm very glad to meet you. I think you're such a good photographer."
Dick let himself be led, as docilely as a puppy. He hadn't been expecting the stunning blonde that was Tom's wife. She made the knockout secretary at Tom's office look like an old crone. "You flatter me, Ann. I am a good photographer, but I've never seen a picture pretty as you."
Ann giggled girlishly. She chatted pleasantly with both Dick and his wife. Tom was too startled at first by his wife's response to the Majors to contribute much to the conversation. He bad expected Ann to be shocked by the Majors, cool, distant. Instead, she was warming up to them as though they were long lost cousins. He consoled himself with the thought that she was just being a good hostess. But he couldn't help wondering ...
A couple of martinis made everyone feel more comfortable. Tom began to notice what a good-looking woman Susan Major was, with her classic bone structure, her large dark eyes, her curly brown hair, almost as short as a boy's. Every movement she made was pure grace, pure sensuality. She reminded Tom of a large, well-groomed cat. He was flattered by the fact that she was doing a lot of her purring in his direction.
"Dick has mentioned you many times, Tom. But I had no idea how young you were. I'm very impressed. I spent a lot of time with advertising people, and I know how hard you have to work to get to your position."
"I've been lucky really. Had some good breaks at the right time."
She flashed her big bright eyes at him. "Modest, too. I admire that in a man."
Susan and Tom found they had a great deal to talk about. They were both familiar with the big-American-sell, and they were both about the same age. They were comfortable with each other. Dick was over ten years older than Susan, and while that was no hindrance to their relationship, sometimes Susan grew lonesome for her own age group for people with attitudes that were by birthright akin to hers.
The evening was a total success. Ann brought out a casserole and a salad and they ate from paper plates on the living room floor. Dick and Ann talked about her poetry. It wasn't often she found someone outside her group who would discuss poetry with her. Susan and Tom talked modeling, design and advertising. It was well past midnight when the Majors left. All four of them felt their hearts beating faster, their minds stimulated by the evening that had just passed.
No sooner had she shut the door on the Majors than Ann turned to her husband and began to caress his strong arms, his belly, his cock. "Why don't we just leave everything as it is, and go take our clothes off, darling?"
Tom was startled. Once again, the suspicions he had been entertaining earlier in the evening took hold of him. "Mighty anxious, aren't you?" His voice betrayed irritation.
Ann was taken aback. She drew away from Tom and looked at him inquisitively. "What's the matter with you, darling? Didn't you enjoy yourself tonight?"
"Sure, I did."
"Then, why so grouchy?"
The obvious confusion in her face relieved Tom's mind. "I'm sorry, babe. You're right. I am a grouch. And I did promise to fuck your brains out tonight, didn't I'" His eyes twinkled.
"You sure did." She grabbed his hand and led him toward the stairway. "Let's go do it, lover boy."
Tom caught up with his wife and swept her into his arms. "Let's do this right, beautiful." While Ann giggled and struggled to be let down, he carried her up to their room and threw her down onto the bed. "Take that dress off, woman. You think I've got all night?"
Trembling with excitement, Ann removed her dress and tossed it onto a chair. Tom was quicker. He was completely naked before she had even managed to remove her bra. He stopped her before she could unclasp it. "Hold it. Let me take care of the rest." He kneeled on the end of the bed and growled down at her. "Jee-zuz, you're a good looking woman."
Tom was feeling sexier than he had for a long time. Part of the stimulation was the alcohol he had drunk during the course of the evening. Part of it was the subdued flirtation that had gone on between him and Susan Major all night. Though he didn't dare admit it to himself, she had turned him on ... a lot. He could imagine how she would look quivering half-naked on his bed, her big sloe eyes staring up at him.
Ann had her legs drawn up to her chest like a babe in the womb. She was intensely aroused. Dick's admiring looks all evening had made her feel very attractive, very sexy. She wanted to play virgin with Tom. She wanted to be taken hard. Only that would satisfy her raging sensuality.
"Don't hurt me!" she murmured in a little-girl voice.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, baby. Just relax and let me take care of it." He crouched over her and forcefully spread her legs apart. He crawled in between them, so she couldn't pull them back together. He wanted her wide open and vulnerable. His hand grabbed at her crotch. "Say ... those panties are wet! You looking for something, baby?"
The arousal in her husband's voice titillated Ann. She really did feel like an innocent virgin - a hot one. She gazed up at her husband's handsome mustached face and thought of the lean photographer. She remembered the way he moved and talked and smoked his cigar. Sexy!
"Ooohhhh!" A low groan escaped her lips as her husband's fingers crept inside her panty crotch and caressed the hairy outer flanges. "Uuuhhhh ... ooobhhhhh!"
"Hey, does that feel good, baby? Do you want it?" Tom's wide grin was unmistakably lecherous. He shoved his fingers deeper, prodded at the rubbery entrance to her cunt. Suddenly his mind flew back to Susan Major. He wondered if she was a hot fuck ... he was sure she was. Something in those eager eyes of hers told him so. He wondered what it would be like to have her groaning under his touch ...
Ann ground her cunt down against the probing hand. Her pussy was so wet she could feel her juices coating the insides of her thighs, around her crotch band. "Feels good, Tom! I want it! I want your cock, baby!"
"You do, eh?" Tom reached roughly around behind her and unsnapped her bra. Shoving it up around her neck, he closed his lips hungrily over one inviting pink nipple. At the same time, his finger slipped deep up into her pussy-hole.
"Oooohhhhhh!" The sensations were incredible. Ann was quivering with the perverse joy of being taken forcefully, passionately, by her husband like this. His mouth on her breast, his finger in her cunt - both were setting up excitement-waves that ricocheted back and forth throughout her hot hungry body. Tom's weight pinned her down so she was scarcely able to move. Her very immobility was an added incentive to her lust.
Totally unexpected, Dick Major's sensual face popped into her mind's eye. She imagined him grinning down at her excitement. She imagined his cock hard and ready for a long night's orgy. Her imagination toyed with the titillating perversion of being made love to by two men at once. Tom and Dick two beautiful men how wonderful that would be!
Even in the throes of passion, Ann felt a little guilty about her wanton thoughts. But still they turned her on. Still her blood boiled with the taunting thoughts of what was happening to her and what more could happen to her, if only she dared!
"Oooohhhhh, Tom darling! ... I want you so bad! My cunt's aching for you, baby!" Eyes closed, teeth nibbling at her lips, she rocked her head from side to side, reveling in sensation. Tom was sucking each of her nipples in turn into throbbing erection. His fingers were dealing wet fire to her tremulous pussy. No matter where he touched clitoris, lips, cunt each feeling was more intense than the last. Each flutter of spongy pussy-flesh brought her closer to ecstasy. "Oh, jee-zuz! Jee-zuz, it's good, Tom!"
"Baby, you've got such a beautiful little cunt! Such gorgeous tits! Shit, my cock's aching like hell! I've got to have you, baby!" Tom was beside himself with passion. He hadn't wanted his wife this intensely in a long time. It was a good feeling to abandon himself completely to his baser desires. He poised himself over her, guided his pulsing prick to her waiting hole, as he tore off her panties.
With one forceful shove, his cock ripped far up into her, spreading her cunt-walls in delicious wave after wave after wave of yielding pleasure. "Ooohhh God, it's good-d-d!" Ann's voice faded into an hysterical whine. Her entire consciousness was focused on that filling, spreading presence deep inside her greedy cunt. The deeper it moved, the more compelling was the grunting surge of passion breaking from her belly.
"Oh God, God I'm cumming-g-g! Uuhhhhh!" For just a moment, Ann let herself relax and ride the warm flow of release. Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around her husband's buttocks. She shoved him into her again and again, kicking his ass with her little feet. Only dimly, did she realize what she was doing. She had crossed the bridge into the land of uncontrolled excitement. Her cunt was open and hungry for more and more - for everything the man had - and more. "Mmmm! Uuuhhhh! Hhnnhhhh!" Her cries were incoherent grunts of enjoyment.
"Oh jeezuz, baby ... it's good up in there! Your pussy's really holding onto me! Shit, I love it!" Scarcely aware of who he was or whom he was fucking, Tom shoved his prick again and again deep into his wife's clutching pussy. The spasms of her continuing orgasm made her walls cling to his cock like a second skin. It was an intense feeling, one that defied description - and resistance.
Amid moans and wails and hurried panting, husband and wife ground their loins together. They were both riding a high peak of pleasure the kind of pleasure that comes from total abandonment, total receptivity. Their evening with the Majors had opened them both up. They were accepting each other more fully, now that they had encountered a sensual couple who assured each of them of their own sexiness. The evening had inspired them both ... released their long-suppressed hunger.
Tom's cock reached far into Ann's cunt and massaged the tip of her cervix. Ann answered by thrusting her ass even higher, so she was taking him even deeper. The clash of their loins when they both thrust inward was an intense experience for the woman. Her clitoris flared and relaxed many times, flooding her being with ecstatic release.
"Oh Tom! Tom, I love you!" She ground her cunt energetically up against him, willing him to cum in her, to fill her to overflowing with his hot juices. She could feel his cock swelling. Her pussy was forced farther apart. Her vagina exploded once again. "Uuuhbh baby, you're doing it to meeee!"
"Me too, Annie baby! I'm cummm-ing-g-g!" He lunged hard up into her. Her knees almost met the bed on either side of her head. She was wide open. She was swallowing everything he was shooting up into her. And it was a lot. The man felt he had never cum like this before in his life.
"Oh, Tom! Tom!" Ann cooed into her husband's ears as they lay enfolded in the glorious aftermath of climax. She felt so warm, so full ... so complete. On impulse, she slid down on the bed till her nose was even with Tom's sticky cock. She stuck out her tongue and began to lap at his juices, still clinging there.
When his organ was licked clean, she looked doe-eyed up at her husband. "I wanted all of you, baby. All of you I could get. I love your cock, Tom!" She licked her lips lewdly. Her erotic actions were turning her on once again. She could feel her pussy throbbing, with memories and with hopes for the future.
Maybe Tom would want to fuck her again.
She crawled back up and lay curled in the crook of his arm. There was a lazy grin on Tom's face. His eyes were closed. Ann realized he was drifting off in the carefree lull of orgasm, the way he liked to do.
A moment later, his breathing became soft and regular. He was asleep. Ann sighed a long sigh of disappointment. It had been a wonderful love-making session. But she couldn't help herself. She wanted more.
She slipped her hand down to her pussy and rubbed gently. If only someone like Dick Major, for instance - were here right now!
Chapter Four
Stacks of boxes stood in the middle of the living-room rug. The movers had arranged the furniture in their new house so already it looked as though Dick and Susan lived there. The tedious part was going to be unpacking all their personal possessions.
The couple sat side by side on the couch and stared at the task before them. They looked at each other and laughed.
"You don't want to do this any more than I do, do you, baby?" Dick reached over and squeezed his wife's tit through her cotton T-shirt. She wore no bra, but still her breasts stood up firm and tantalizing. Her nipples prodded pertly against the material in response to his caresses.
"It's a drag, darling. But it'll be worth it. Just think, Dick! Our very first house ... and it's all ours!"
"Yep ... we're making it, baby! Slowly but surely." The blond man was becoming more and more interested in his wife's tits, and less and less in the boxes around them. He stretched out on the couch and began to nibble on a tit.
Susan was about to protest that the work came first. Then the taunting sensations of tongue on sensitive nipple began to weave their spell. The job could wait. She wanted more sucking. She lay a hand on his blond head and stroked his hair. "Mmmmmm, darling ... feels wonderful!"
He grinned up at her. "Why don't you take your pants off?"
Quivering with excitement, eager to see what her husband had in mind, Susan raised her ass off the couch and pulled off her jeans. She was naked from the waist down. Her tight little dark pussy triangle beckoned Dick's tongue like a magnet.
Placing a thumb on either side of her cunt-lips, Dick spread them wide and licked hungrily at her clitoris. He liked the tangy taste. He wanted more. Quickly he slipped down onto the floor and kneeled between Susan's legs. Now he had the whole fluted pink slit of her pussy before him. The dewy moisture on the inner lips seemed to invite him like pollen does a bee.
"Mmmmmm! Honey pussy!" His words were muffled by the damp kisses he was planting along her cunt-flanges. He extended his tongue and began to lick greedily up each side. Susan writhed in helpless arousal beneath his skilled ministrations.
"Oooohhhhh! ... Dick! ... Dick, darling!" She let her thighs fall open to give him easier access to her craving cunt. She slid her ass closer to the edge of the couch. The feeling of being totally open, totally defenseless before him like this made her tremble with aching desire. "Hnnbhh ... baby, you're so good to me!"
His wife's groans of pleasure added fuel to the fire of Dick's lust. He became thoroughly absorbed in the pink moist slit in front of him. His tongue licked and prodded and lapped at it. His lips kissed it with petal-soft kisses, then attacked it with the ardor of Tantalus. Like a lion hungry for its prey, he bent his head to either side and nipped sharply at Susan's thighs.
"Eeeee! ... uuuhbh, yummy!" She smiled greedily. Her whole being was pulsing with the delicious sensations her husband's mouth was dealing her open snatch. The quick sharp pain of his bites only accented her arousal. They made her excitement seem more urgent, more compelling.
Dick began to labor with a single goal in mind. He wanted to bring his wife to orgasm this way. He wanted to christen their new `home with cunnilingus, to be only the first of many passionate love bouts under this roof. He stabbed his tongue deep into Susan's snatch. Her squeals proved to him he was on the right track. Again and again, his tongue prodded the sacred tunnel of her cunt, teasing it, taunting it, racking it with fiery love prods. He could feel her pussy-muscles clenching around his tongue, milking it for pleasure. He realized with a secret smile of imminent victory that her release was just around the corner.
"Ooohhhh ... uuuuhhh ... Dick, darling, do it like that! Lick my pussy!" Her head was jammed uncomfortably against the back of the sofa, but Susan was totally oblivious to discomfort. Her center of awareness was her cunt. And her cunt was grooving on what was happening. She humped her hips hypnotically up toward Dick's face, forcing his mouth harder against her pussy.
Dick acknowledged her plea for more attention with devoted ardor. He licked and sucked on her twat until his jaw ached. Still he labored on, intent only on the dreamy cries that would tell him that she had gone over the top into orgasm.
At last, he was rewarded with the low moans that meant Susan had lost all control. He sucked lightly on her clitoris to coax her over that last dangerous precipice.
"Oooohhhh! God-d-d ... I'm cumming, Dick! I'm cumming-g-g!" Her face wore a soft and sensual grin as she lay down lengthways on the couch and let her body revel in her special feeling of carefree bliss.
Suddenly Dick slapped her briskly on her ass. "Hey, lady, what you doing fucking off like that? It's time we got some work done around here."
She picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "You bugger! First you turn me into a babbling zombie ... then you expect me to bounce back like a jack-in-the-box. Can't you let a lady enjoy her ecstasy in peace?"
"I prefer my ladies to enjoy their piece in ecstasy."
Their quick encounter had put both of them into a better mood to work. They managed to clear out the living room and the kitchen in less than three hours.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's time for me to go down and meet my new client. Do you mind being left alone?"
"Heck no! I'm in far too-good a mood to mind anything!" She reached out and tweaked her husband's crotch playfully. "I'll think good thoughts about you while you're gone."
"Who could ask for anything more?"
Susan had only been alone for a half hour when the front doorbell rang.
"Ann! Hey, come on in!"
"I hope I'm not in the way. I know you must be unpacking. I just wanted to come over and say `welcome'!"
"That's really sweet of you. And you're not in the way at all. I'm all alone and I'm getting tired of unpacking clothes. Why don't we have a cup of coffee? Better yet, how about a glass of wine?"
"Wine sounds great."
Susan brought a bottle of Chablis and a couple of glasses into the living room. They sat on pillows on the floor. They felt friendly toward one another, and grateful for each other's company.
"Your old man work Saturdays a lot?" Susan asked.
"Yeah, he sure does. Sometimes we scarcely have a chance to say 'hello' for days."
"That's one nice thing about Dick's gig. He'll work seven or eight days straight, then we take a few days just to be together."
"That sounds good. I'd like that." The wine was opening Ann up. "You know, I really enjoyed meeting you two the other night. I think you're going to be wonderful neighbors."
"I think so too. Dick and I enjoyed ourselves so much at your place, we went home and balled like rabbits." She smiled demurely as Ann's eyes opened wide. "That's what we do when we're in a good mood."
Ann had never met a woman as candid as Susan. After her initial shock, she found she liked the brunette's direct approach. She blushed and grinned. "So did we ... ball like rabbits, I mean."
"It's great, isn't it? There's nothing like good old sex to make a body feel good."
Ann grew pensive. Dare she reveal her most secret anxieties about herself? She decided to throw caution to the winds. "I think sex is great too, Susan. Only sometimes I think ... well, that I think too much about it or something."
"Impossible. You can never think too much about sex. Besides, if you do it as much as you need to, you don't have to think about it as much." She looked curiously at her new friend. She refilled their wine glasses as Ann thought over her words.
"Well ... maybe that's my zeal problem. Every time Tom and I make love, I ... well, I just seem to want more and more. I lay awake thinking about it long after he's sound asleep." She looked despairingly at her friend. "Do you think I'm a nymphomaniac or something?"
"Do you have orgasms?"
"Sure ... lots of them. I've always been grateful that I'm not one of those girls who can't cum."
"Listen, Ann ... it sounds to me like you're just a perfectly normal woman who likes lots old sex. Though a lot of men like to ignore the fact, women often have a far greater sexual capacity than men. After all, we can cum endlessly. They need a rest after each one, unless they're really horny or really unusual. There've been lots of times when I wanted to keep on screwing when Dick was pooped. It's around that time that we decided to start going to sex parties. There, you can get all the screwing you want."
Ann had been listening to the more experienced woman with rapt attention. She admired Susan her beauty, her competence, her sophistication and she was willing to take her word where sex was concerned. She obviously was very experienced. "What's it like? At a party, I mean?"
"It's great! Just plain great! They make me feel so sexy!"
"How many men do you get together with at one of the ... orgies?"
"My record's nine. But I'm sure I'll break it one of these days. And let me tell you, darling, if you think that after nine men, you'll be all fucked out, you're absolutely wrong. I took Dick home that night and sucked him till he had to get it up again. I wanted more! Parties really turn me on."
Ann stared at the brunette in wonder. Susan was so ... untouchable looking. She couldn't imagine her screwing nine men in one evening! "Wow!" was all she could say.
Susan watched Ann's reaction with interest. It titillated her that the lovely blonde was obviously such a sexy woman. Susan hadn't mentioned it, but she had also been with women sexually at the parties. Ann turned her on more than any woman she had ever met. She wondered if she would be interested in a little experimenting this afternoon. After all, they were alone. And she suspected that Ann might be pretty horny.
"Have you ever thought about women?"
Ann seemed preoccupied. She didn't quite catch Susan's intention. "Hmm?"
"Women can make you feel good too, you know."
This time, Ann's blue eyes almost bugged out of her head. "You mean lesbianism? Oh, I don't think so. I like men fine."
"I like men fine too, but I never would have believed what a woman could do for me till I tried it."
"You mean you ... "
"I've made love to women ... but I'm not a lesbian. I guess I'm what they call 'bisexual'. I like it wherever I can get it."
Ann had some difficulty digesting this new piece of information. She had never thought about making love to women. Sure, there were women she felt attracted to, but she never thought of it as sexual. That was forbidden. A taboo. She took a long swig of her wine as Susan moved closer to her on the floor.
"I could make you feel awfully good, Ann." Susan's voice was low, husky.
The blonde was scared. But not scared enough to get up and leave. She was also intrigued by Susan's confession. She wondered what women could do for each other that would be so exciting. After all, they didn't have cocks. And Ann liked cocks.
Susan waited for the other woman to make some reply. When she remained silent, Susan reached out and squeezed Ann's breast gently through her blouse. She began to knead the firm rounded orb, bringing the nipple to peaked perfection, the way Dick had done to her earlier in the day. "You're a very beautiful woman, Ann. I'd really like to make you feel good."
The alcohol made Ann feel fuzzy-headed. She didn't know what she should do. Susan was suggesting they do something obscene, and all she could do was wonder what it would be like. She even felt her pussy getting wet inside her panties.
With methodical skill, Susan began to unbutton Ann's blouse. Her neighbor wore no bra. Her milk-white tits leaped into view, soft and full and pink-tipped. Susan followed her impulse. She bent forward and began to suck on one nipple while her finger kneaded gently at the base. When Ann closed her eyes and lay back on the pillow, Susan knew she had won. Ann was going to let her do whatever she wanted.
Gently, she shifted her attention to the other breast. She brought that rosy little nipple to hardness to match the other. Both nipples gleamed with the shiny film of Susan's saliva. While her fingers continued to knead Ann's breasts, Susan planted little kisses all over the blonde's shoulders and stomach. Then she worked back up to the breasts, sucking harder this time on the nipples, even nipping them slightly with her teeth.
"Uuuhhhhh!" It was the first sound Ann had uttered since Susan had begun her gentle caresses. It had taken a while for the blonde to abandon herself completely to what was happening to her. She had questioned her own morality, wondered whether she was being unfaithful to Tom. Then she had decided that love between women was the most innocent love of all. She was not betraying Tom with another man. She was just seeking a little extra pleasure when Tom was too busy to give her all she needed. That rationalization allowed her to relax. Then the flood of sensations rushed in. Her breasts felt wonderful. Little lust darts were shooting down to her pussy inside her jeans, coaxing it into heated readiness. "Ooohhh, Susan ... that's wonderful!"
"Your skin's so soft, darling. I love to touch you." Susan positioned herself between Ann's thighs and pulled down, her jeans and panties. She threw them aside and caressed the long slim legs, the firm flat belly, the little blonde bush between her thighs. "How lovely you are!"
Without further hesitation, she buried her head between Ann's thighs and began to lick hungrily at her defenseless little pussy-slit. Ann rewarded her at once with abandoned moans of ecstasy.
"Ooooohhhhh ... God, that's soooooo good!"
Ann was amazed by the incredible tenderness of the woman's caresses. Her tongue licked her clitoris with a feather-light touch that was more compelling than a lightning-bolt. Susan's lips closed over her clitoris and began to suck on it, gently coaxing it from its hooded hiding-place into full, blood-engorged erection. "Aaiieeee! Oooohhhh, jeez! God!"
Susan held her friend's hips firmly to keep her from rolling out of reach in her lustful contortions. Ann's pussy humped up into Susan's face, begging for more of the teasing touch of her mouth. Susan was pleased with the younger woman's responsiveness. She was incredibly receptive. And for Susan, half the pleasure of lovemaking was the other person's response. Ann was giving her every assurance that she was doing just the right things to make her feel good.
"Ann darling, you have such a sweet-tasting pussy!" As Dick had done to her earlier, Susan began to poke her tongue into the clenching hole of the woman's pussy. At once, Ann's contortions became even more abandoned. Her cries of pleasure became more wanton.
"Ooohhhh ... oooohhhh, God, I'm cummming-g-g!" Susan was delighted. It gave her a special depraved thrill to make another woman cum. It was so much harder to make a woman cum than a man. There was so much more to know about the particular responses of a particular woman. Susan had never really appreciated what was involved for a man to be a good lover until she had tried making love to women herself. She felt a special pride of victory every time she had a woman moaning out a climax beneath her.
For long moments, Ann lay back in rapturous euphoria, swept away by the caressing touch of Susan's tongue on her clitoris and her cunt. Then the final chords of her resistance snapped. More than letting a woman make love to her, she wanted to make love to a woman. She wanted to know what it was like to eat a pussy.
She sat up and drew Susan to her knees in front of her. She leaned forward and closed her mouth over Susan's. Their lips melded gently. Their tongues searched hungrily deep into one another's throats. When they came up for air, Ann knew exactly what she wanted to do. "Susan, darling, I want to make love to you too. I want to taste you there." She reached for the crotch of the brunette's jeans and caressed the tight mound of her cunt. "Take your clothes off, Susan. Please."
Susan stood up and, as she stared down at her new woman lover, she removed her T-shirt and her jeans. Then she stood naked, her eyes melting Ann's with the urgent call of her building lust. "What do you think, Ann?" she asked hoarsely. Her own fingers trailed lightly through the curly thatch of her cunt-hair. Her pussy was throbbing with excitement. She know Ann had never tasted a woman down there before. She was looking forward to the virgin touch of the blonde's mouth.
Ann uttered a low moan of surrender. She kneeled between the standing woman's legs and grasped her thighs. She stuck out her tongue and prodded through the kinky pubic hair to the swollen peak of Susan's clitoris.
"Uuuuuu! Ann darling, that's super!" Susan twined her fingers through Ann's white-blonde tresses and held her head close to her cunt. Her clitoris ached with the tender probe of her friend's searching tongue. "That's it, baby. Do it to me like that!"
Ann's whole being trembled with the depraved excitement of kissing a woman's twat for the first time. She was surprised to find that she liked the taste of the other woman's tangy juices. Arid there was plenty to taste Susan's cunt was wet with arousal. It gave Ann an added thrill to realize how excited the brunette was by her timid explorations. With new courage, she spread Susan's pussy-lips wide and ventured deeper into the soft pink flesh.
Her knees quaking, Susan continued to cling to Ann's hair, now for support. She was beside herself with lust. Ann was turning out to be a wonderful lover. Her tongue goaded her clitoris with just the right amount of pressure. Her lips sucked just so on the tender lips of her moist pussy. Susan realized how different Ann's approach was from Dick's, earlier in the day ... yet both were so incredibly stimulating in their own way.
A man ate a woman's cunt from erotic hunger, to ready her for the penetration. A woman ate a woman with full knowledge of the sensations being received on the other end. She was blessed with that extra sensitivity.
"Aaahhhhh ... Sooooooo good, Ann honey!" The lovely brunette's face was slack with arousal. Her eyes were closed. Her tongue ran hungrily over her lips. She thrust her cunt outward slightly, to give Ann maximum access to her palpitating pussy. "You make me feel so beautiful, Ann!"
The younger woman was thoroughly abandoned now to the salacious task before her. Her own cunt was still aching with the lingering sensations Susan had dealt her. Her body quivered in depraved excitement as she explored every fold and furrow of her new friend's cunt. Her lips were smeared with Susan's juices. Her nostrils were filled with her flavor. She was loving every minute of it. "Susan, you're so beautiful! You taste so good!" she moaned up at her naked lover. "I want to make you cum so much!" With new fury, she gripped Susan's thighs, pinching the flesh as she did so. Her tongue and lips worked maniacally between Susan's pussy-lips, goading her into release.
The brunette was relishing every nip and lap of Ann's teeth and tongue and lips. She could feel a crisis building deep inside. She began to rock her cunt-mound back and forth into Ann's face, teasing her clitoris into readiness for the explosion.
Within moments, it came. "Aaaaaahhlthhh ... oh, Ann darling, I'm cumming-g! I'm cummingg-g-g!" Torrents of warm sensation swept through her shaking being. Slowly, she collapsed onto her knees in front of Ann. Once again, their mouths met and they kissed long and. deep. Their tongues dueled with one another, until they were moaning with the sheer eroticism of the kiss. They collapsed onto the rug and lay in each other's arms. A timeless space of warm touching bodies passed.
At last, Susan reached for her wine and drained the glass. She poured more and shared it with her exhausted lover.
"Mmmm, tastes good!" Ann's blue eyes gazed seductively into Susan's dark ones. "But not as good as you!" The blonde could scarcely believe her own wanton behavior. But what she was doing felt so right to her. She felt so sexy ... so comfortable with Susan.
"I love the way you taste too, darling. I'm so glad we're going to be neighbors. We'll have such good times together."
Ann grinned dreamily. It seemed she had found an answer to her constant horniness - in the least expected of places. With a woman ... a tall, beautiful and sexy woman.
Still she was not forgetting the fact that Susan had a tall, beautiful and sexy husband. Would she dare let that be her next step?
Chapter Five
Ann had a sexy secret.
She was afraid her husband might notice the new gleam in her eye and flush in her cheek. But Tom was busy thinking a lot of the time. When he fucked her, she was even more responsive than ever ... though to Tom it was still the same old, wildly sexy wife.
Ann no longer minded lying awake after her lovemaking sessions with Tom. She had things to think about and things to look forward to that made her cunt throb with a special throb of anticipation.
She knew the next day she could go over and visit Susan. Susan would make love to her for hours and hours.
Sometimes they would just sit and talk. Or go shopping together. Whatever they did, Ann enjoyed herself thoroughly. Being with Susan was just like enjoying any new love affair with a man. No matter what they did together, it was fun. It was exciting.
When she looked into the mirror and thought about her guilty secret, Ann occasionally experienced a moment's doubt. But she dismissed it easily. She was not hurting Tom. She was saving her cunt for him. His was the only cock that transgressed that sacred border.
There were other things going on in Ann's mind, though, that were not so easily explained away. Every time she saw Dick Major, she felt an unmistakable pulsing up inside her belly. The way he looked at her - even the sexy way he sat and read a magazine and smoked his cigarillo - made her heart beat like that of a lovesick adolescent. But she didn't crave Dick Major's soul. Just his body.
Thursday morning, she went over to Susan's right after breakfast. She didn't feel like sitting around the house alone. She didn't feel like writing. She wanted to lie snuggled in Susan's arms.
There was no answer to her knock, but the door was open, so she walked into the kitchen. "Susan!"
"I'm in the living room, darling!"
Ann stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Susan was not alone. She lay naked on the living room rug. And Dick lay beside her, also naked. Her eyes riveted on his cock. It lay soft on his thigh, but it gleamed with the unmistakable shine of fresh cum. She had disturbed her neighbors lovemaking.
"Cripes, I'm sorry, Susan ... Dick. I'll come back later." She turned to leave, but Susan's voice called her back.
"Hey, Ann ... " Her tone was cajoling. "Don't go. Come on over here and sit down. You weren't interrupting us."
Dick chimed in eagerly. "Come on, Ann. We won't bite ... unless you ask us to."
Ann giggled self-consciously and slowly approached the couple. She sat on a chair a couple of feet away from them. Deep inside, she knew she had just come across the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. The moment when she would have to decide how far she wanted to go with her new sensuality. Making love to a woman was one thing, but another man!? After all, she was a respectable married woman.
"How have you been, Ann?"
Dick's voice interrupted what had seemed a long silence. Ann flushed with embarrassment. She realized she had been staring at his cock. It was growing slightly, throbbing into new life. The sight frightened and excited her. She wondered if it was her presence that had prompted the response in his cock.
She had to clear her throat before she could speak. "I've been fine, thanks." She giggled again, self-consciously. "I was bored this morning. Thought maybe Susan could cheer me up."
"Susan's good at cheering things up, no doubt about it. That mouth of hers never quits."
Ann was embarrassed. She realized Dick knew about her and Susan. But this was the first time it had ever been mentioned in her presence. For the first time, Ann noticed that Dick had a thin white cigarette between his fingers - not the type he usually smoked at all. When she saw him take a long drag and hold his breath, she realized it was marijuana. Ann seldom smoked dope herself, but she took the joint gladly when it was passed to her. She needed something to help her relax.
The drug did its work in no time at all. As the little cigarette passed among them, conversation became easier. Ann grew so relaxed, she almost forgot about the fact that the Majors were naked and wet from lovemaking, while she was still fully clothed.
Gradually though, her attention wandered once again to the titillating sight between Dick's legs. His cock was so long and hard-looking. As she stared at the turgid organ, a hand closed around its girth. "Doesn't he have a lovely cock, Ann? ... And he sure knows how to use it." Susan's voice was low and sultry.
For a moment, Ann was lost for words. Then she suddenly realized that she could relax. She was with a couple of mature people who were open about their sensuality. She didn't need to feel embarrassed. "He has a very nice one ... yes." Her matter-of-fact words made the older couple smile. "What's so funny?" Ann asked a trifle sharply. One of the things she did not like about marijuana was that it often made her paranoid, gave her the idea people were talking about or laughing at her behind her back.
Dick's gentle voice soothed her. "Not funny really, Ann ... just nice. I'm glad you like the looks of my prick. Mainly because I think you're a very attractive woman, Ann." Their eyes met. Ann felt a tingle up and down her spine as she realized how serious Dick was about what he was saying. His eyes were full of desire for her.
Her own words were out before she knew what she was saying. "I think you're very attractive too, Dick." In a dreamlike daze, she let him take hold of her hands and draw her down onto the rug. Their eyes remained locked as Dick began to unbutton her cotton dress and pull it over her head. Both Susan and Dick worked to remove her undies.
Ann was trembling all over. She felt like an Athenian virgin sent to the sacrifice - only her lot was much happier than facing a ferocious minotaur. She was the offering to two handsome sensual gods of eroticism. Her limbs quaked under their touch - so soft, so sexy. Her mind didn't dare dispute what was happening. She wanted it too much. Her whole being longed for it.
"Mmnunm ... ooohhhhh!" The curvaceous blonde was moaning just from the thrill of being stripped naked before her two friends. It made her feel so sensual, so desired. Her eyes roamed over first Susan's body, then Dick's. They both seemed so incredibly appealing to her. She was lost in a world of self-indulgent eroticism.
Dick's long, low whistle made Ann smile with delight. "You're incredible, Ann," he told her. "You look like something from a painting. I'd love to try to photograph you sometime. It would be a challenge to try to capture your real beauty on film."
Ann said nothing. She just smiled at him, her lips trembling slightly with her desire. Her two friends were making her feel very beautiful. They made her realize how intensely she wanted to be taken ... by both of them.
The pouting tremble of Ann's lips invited a kiss. First Susan kissed her. Her warm familiar mouth searched Ann's hungrily. When their mouths parted, Dick's lips immediately replaced Susan's. His touch was gentle, hesitant at first, as though he was asking Ann to condone his presence there. She had no hesitation. Her tongue darted deep into his mouth, daring his to answer her. Their arms twined around one another.
The bond was sealed. They were about to become lovers.
Dick coaxed her gently down onto the rug, so they were both lying full-length. His mouth gradually worked its way down from her face. He began to kiss her shoulders, then her tits. He sucked both nipples into tantalizing erection. His lips nibbled. at her belly, then lapped hungrily at the soft white-blonde vee of her pussy. At last his tongue made contact with her erect clitoris.
"Oooohhhhhh!" The delicious contact of his spongy prod on her most sensitive organ made Ann writhe excitedly on the rug. She was letting things happen to her at this point. She lay passive on the rug, eyes closed, relishing every little lap and sweep of Dick's talented tongue. The only indications that she was responding were her low moans and the swelling in her breasts. Then until Dick found her clitoris. From then on, she abandoned herself to the forceful demands of her body. She humped her pussy upward slightly, begging him to learn more about that hidden slit up between her legs.
She looked down for a moment to where his blond head was bent over her cunt.
She found a delightful surprise waiting for her. His thick cock was poised a nose's length from her face. She knew then that she wanted that too. She wanted to suck his cock while he ate her pussy. She wanted all the sensuality she could get. She was aroused, hot, hungry!
Susan kneeled next to the couple and watched, spellbound, as her pretty young neighbor and lover took her husband's cock into her mouth. It was obvious Ann was no newcomer to cocksucking, the way she had been just days ago to cunt-eating. The blonde took Dick's meaty cudgel deep into her throat and began to work her pursed lips back and forth along its slippery length. Her lips worked greedily over the bulbous head, sucking at it as though it were an ice-cream cone. No sooner had she established one rhythm than she would break it by taking his whole prick into her mouth again. Her unpredictable love moves drew lusty grunts and groans from Dick's throat.
Dick had been hoping the fragile-looking blonde would reciprocate his activity at her cunt by sucking his cock. But he had determined not to push it, to scare her off. It seemed just the opposite was happening; Ann's lingual caresses were pushing him to the outer limits of ecstatic abandon. The woman had a talent for sucking cock. And she obviously enjoyed it. Her earthy groans told him that. "That's the way, baby! Suck my prick! Jee-zuz, you're doing it just right! Fantastic!"
The man redoubled his efforts between the woman's thighs. His lips and tongue worked over her fluttering pussy with strokes alternately gentle and relentless, timid and passionate. He licked hungrily up both sides of her full pussy-lips. He swirled his tongue around the pinnacle of her blood-engorged clitoris. To give her a special perverse rush, he stabbed his tongue against her tight-clenched asshole.
"Uuuhhhh! Jeez, it's good!" Ann had never had anyone pay attention to her anus before. She didn't know such pleasure lurked in that forbidden passage. She was almost sorry when Dick's tongue deserted her asshole and worked back up to her pussy-hole. His repeated jabs up between the clenching lips of her cunt made her forget all regrets. She was floating in ecstasy. Her cunt was throbbing toward an explosion.
And to top it all ... she had that wonderful hard prick to fill her throat. She sucked on it with all her might. Then she lapped at it tenderly. She loved the taste, the feel, the texture of it. The way it swelled between her lips made her pussy swell with eager lust.
The sight of her husband and her girl friend writhing together in an abandoned sixty-nine made Susan's pussy flow wet between her thighs. Her own juices combined with the flow of Dick's cum from their earlier lovemaking session. Her clitoris was standing out hard and throbbing. She couldn't resist the urge to reach down and massage it gently. The touch of her own hand on her genitals elicited a long low groan from her throat.
Both Ann and Dick looked over at the woman. Watching her playing with herself inspired them to further efforts on one another's susceptible genitals. Dick's tongue prodded deep into Ann's cunt again and again. Her head bobbed hungrily over his cock.
Ann had never been so excited in her life. She realized now she had been born for sensuality. Sharing this intense experience with her two friends was the most titillating thing she had ever done. She wished for a moment that Tom could be here too. But she didn't know if Tom could accept such group abandon. He would probably recoil from what he would consider their depravity.
Thoughts of her husband flew from her mind as she felt her pussy throbbing more and more insistently under Dick's touch. Her clitoris ached with wet pleasure. Her cunt-walls spasmed under the penetration of his tongue. From deep inside there came the flooding swell of release.
"Aaaaiiieeeee! God, I'm cumm-ing-g-g!" Dick's tongue continued to lap at her exploding pussy as she churned out of control against him. Her mouth deserted his cock in the compelling wash of private ecstasy.
Dick was delighted with his young neighbor's sensuality. Susan had told him about how openly Ann responded to her. But seeing was believing. This woman was a fount of sexual energy, born for fucking. And that was what he wanted to do right now.
Even as the blonde continued to groan abandonedly, Dick positioned himself over her prone figure. He guided his cock-head toward her slick pink pussy. Automatically her legs snaked up and wrapped around his back. He shoved his prick deep into her pussy, driving her cunt-walls apart!
"Aaaahhhhhh! Oh God! Oh God! Uh, uh, uuuhhhhhh!" Ann wasn't sure what was happening to her. The presence of Dick's cock in her cunt was either intensifying her orgasm or making her cum again. She felt she had never known such ecstasy as having that long filling cock surging deep into her womb. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed.
The clasp of Ann's cunt on his cock drove Dick into immediate action. He began to ram into her again and again, in a hard steady cadence. A lusty grin crossed his features as he realized the full victory of finally having this voluptuous lovely right where he wanted her - on the end of his cock. "Ooohhh, man! It's good in there, Ann baby! Really good!" He was panting like a stag in heat, working to bring his cock fiery pleasure. The contortions in Ann's features pleased him. She was out of her mind with pleasure, a pleasure he was giving her.
Susan's lust had reached the point where she no longer wanted to work as a single act. She wanted to get in on the wanton coupling going on right in front of her. And she knew just where she would fit. Her heart pounding with lewd excitement, she straddled Ann's face and lowered her pussy to her girl friend's mouth. At the same time, she kissed her husband hard and deep. It was a thrill for her to have her two lovers together like this. "Ooohhh, yessss, Ann darling!" She shuddered. Ann had taken her cue. Her tongue was probing Susan's pussy.
Ann was operating on the level of a lusty animal now. Her cunt was on fire with the titillating assault of Dick's cock. Now she had the extra thrill of having her woman lover's pussy lowered onto her face. She investigated the wet folds of Susan's twat greedily. She grinned wantonly as she realized she was, getting a taste of Dick's cum along with the tantalizing flavor of Susan's cunt.
Dick's tongue worked deep into his wife's mouth. While his cock worked furiously in and out of Ann's pussy, he passed on his passion to his wife by thrusting his tongue far into her throat. He loved Susan best when they were enjoying some bizarre perversity together. This was the special quality of their relationship - that they could both get equal pleasure out of an orgy. They could love each other even as they were loving others.
The Majors' living room floor was a wild scene of tonguing and fucking and panting and groaning. The roused triumvirate squirmed out their pleasure for long and glorious moments while all three mounted the heights to a shattering release. The fact that Ann had never experienced this kind of scene before titillated all of them. She was an orgiastic virgin that they were initiating into the rites of wanton sexuality.
Ann nibbled hungrily at Susan's cunt while she squirmed her pussy around Dick's penis. She was in heaven. She was getting all she wanted all at once. "Oooohhhhh!" she whined. "I'm cumming again! God, it's so good!" This time, she made the supreme effort of continuing to manipulate her mouth against Susan's pussy while she rode the waves of climax. Her efforts were rewarded within moments.
"Uuuhhhh! Me too, Ann darling!" Susan wriggled her pussy against Ann's face as her orgasm washed through her. She wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and moaned like a dying swan.
In the heat of the orgiastic battle, Dick was the last holdout. But his surrender, when it came, was at least as intense as the others' had been. "Jee-zuz Christ! Ah fuck, it's happening!" He thrust his prick deep into Ann's pussy and felt the warm overflow. He was filling his pretty neighbor to overflowing with the hot juices of release.
They allowed themselves only a few minutes to enjoy the sweet blissful relaxation that comes with climax.
Then they were pawing each other once again, eager for more. Ann's initiation was a long and unforgettable one.
There came a time much later in the day when even the insatiable Ann was sated ... and happy. She had what she had wanted for such a long, long time.
Chapter Six
Susan and Ann were sharing an early morning coffee. Ann was depressed. She needed Susan's advice.
"Okay ... spill it. What's the problem?" Susan didn't believe in beating around the bush.
"Oh, Susan, I've been feeling guilty for days."
"What the heck for?"
"Well ... I've been enjoying you and Dick so much ... but I love Tom. He's my husband, for Pete's sakes. I love making love to him. I want to be with him."
"Yeah ... we know all that. So what's the problem?"
"I'm guilty, Susan. I'm deceiving him. For a while, it was fun having a secret life. But now I want to be honest with him."
"So tell him what's been happening. Either he understands or he doesn't."
"It's not as easy as all that, Susan. I'm afraid he might leave me if he found out I'd been fucking another man. I don't want him to leave me. I love him."
Susan sipped her coffee. Ann waited impatiently for her to speak. "Well? ... " she asked.
"Ann darling, I'm no grand old sage. I can't pull a solution out of a hat and make everybody live happily ever after."
"I know, but you've had lots of experience with this sort of thing. You must have seen jealous husbands and wives at your swapping parties. How do they get over it?"
"Some of them never do." Susan was toying with a very intriguing idea. She wasn't sure what Ann would think of it. She had had no opportunity yet to find out whether Ann might be jealous. "I do have an idea how you can get Tom used. to the idea of swapping without his being able to complain too much ... "
Ann looked eager. "Well, what is it? Come on. Spill."
"Well ... if you found him with another woman ... how could he get mad at you for what you've done?"
"But, Susan ... he's surrounded by beautiful women all the time at work. And I'm sure he never does anything about it. He's faithful to me."
"But has anyone ever really tried?" There was a distinct sparkle in the brunette's eye.
"Like who, for instance?" Ann was beginning to get the idea. She thought she'd wait for Susan to say it.
"Like me, for instance."
There was a silence while Ann thought the idea over. Then a slow smile spread over her face. The idea was perfect. Susan was someone she could trust. She was intimately acquainted with Susan's sex life, Susan's husband. She could trust Susan with her man.
"It's a good idea, Susan. I like it. And maybe I'd even like to join in, once the goose is cooked."
Susan was pleased with her friend's reaction. "Great. Then let's make plans."
Saturday morning, Ann told her husband she bad to go downtown to do some shopping. Tom .was disappointed. "I was hoping we could spend the day together. After all, it's not often I have all Saturday off."
"I'll be back early, darling. I promise. Then we'll have the rest of the weekend." There was a smoldering promise in his wife's eyes.
Tom decided to spend his time alone catching up on some reading. He poured himself a gin coffins and stretched out on the couch with a magazine.
The doorbell rang just before noon. It was Susan.
"How are you, Susan? I haven't had much of a chance to see you since you moved in. How are you enjoying the neighborhood?"
"Very much, Tom. And I love having Ann for a neighbor. She's a wonderful woman."
The sensuous gleam in her sloe eyes reminded Tom of the feelings he'd had about Susan the first night they met. He blushed. For the first time in a long time, he was awkward about being alone with a beautiful woman. There was something about Susan Major that made him not quite trust himself.
"Would you care to join me in a drink, Susan? Or maybe you'd like to wait and come back when Ann gets, home?" He rather hoped she'd take the second option. It would be. easier on him that way.
"I'd love a drink, Tom. I've been working on some new designs since seven this morning. I'm really ready for a break. I just came over for some conversation. I'd like to get to know you better, if you're not busy."
"No, no. I was just reading. Nothing important." Susan's' matter-of-fact tone relaxed the man somewhat. Though there was still that provocative look in her eye ...
As they talked, they gradually reestablished the animated rapport they had discovered at their first meeting. They remembered that they had liked each other very much. Tom remembered what a sexy woman Susan was. Susan had never forgotten her attraction to Tom. She was one step ahead of him on that score.
It was during their second drink that Susan made her first move. She had asked Tom to let her fetch the drinks. When she came back into the living room, she sat next to him on the couch. She continued to talk as though nothing had changed.
Tom seemed nervous at first, but he soon relaxed. He took advantage of their proximity to touch Susan's hand or arm from time to time to emphasize a point in their conversation. At first, he wasn't even aware of the excitement he was deriving from being so intimate with the lovely brunette.
Then he realized he was getting a huge erection. He cast a quick glance at Susan to see if she had noticed it too.
She had. Her big eyes were staring at the crotch of his trousers with undisguised interest.
Tom felt there was nothing to do but be honest about the situation. "Sorry about that, Susan." He adjusted his position on the couch. "You're an attractive woman. It looks like you've been turning me on, without my even knowing it."
Susan reached out and patted his knee. "Nothing to be sorry about, Tom. There's been an attraction between us ever since we met. We both know that. Why fight it? We're both happily married people. There's nothing to be afraid of. We're not going to get involved."
The big man wasn't sure if he was getting the drift of Susan's words. "Well, I ... sure, I know it's not going to spoil our friendship. I just mean ... well, I ... "
She slid closer to him. Her hand rested on his thigh. "You want me ... Isn't that what you mean; Tom?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "Sure, I guess I do. But grown-up, responsible people have to draw the line between what they can and can't have."
"I agree with you, Tom." She began to pull down his fly. "You can have me, Tom. Not for forever. Just for something nice to happen between us. I'd like that." Her eyes never left his face. They seemed to unnerve him. He couldn't break her gaze. He waited helplessly while she pulled his throbbing organ from his pants. "It feels good to touch your cock, Tom."
The lewd words spilling from her lovely mouth turned the handsome man on. He felt his cock lurch in her hands. Her cool fingers were massaging his prick gently. Her touch was like the touch of the devil herself, luring him on to commit some dreadful, tantalizing sin.
He closed his eyes for a moment, to capture in his memory the feel of her fingers on his aching cock. He had every intention of discouraging her advances ... in just another minute. Susan was too quick for him, though. As soon as his eyes closed, she bent down and closed her lips around the tip of his cock.
Tom's resistance snapped like thread. The warm velvety touch of her lips caressing the head of his throbbing cock was more than he could conquer. Her mouth was so gentle, so tantalizing. He wanted more of her. "Uuhhhh. Feels good, Susan." Robot-like, he lay a hand on her short curls, encouraging her head to stay there, bent over his rigid cock-shaft.
Titillated by her early victory in her campaign against her girl friend's husband, Susan stuck out her tongue and licked. She covered the whole rubbery stalk of Tom's cock with a thin film of shining saliva. "Mmmm. Love the feel of your cock under my tongue. It's a fine cock, Tom." She looked up at him for a moment. The eager lust in his face told her the man was going to be putty in her hands. He was hers to maneuver as she pleased.
With slavish enthusiasm, she licked every ridge and curve of his throbbing prick. She prodded her tongue against the slit in the head, milking a drop of fluid from his balls and swallowing it greedily. Then her lips nibbled all the way down the stalk and she lapped hungrily at the flaccid sacs of his testicles. She took first one, then the other, all the way into her mouth and gummed it recklessly. The man's urgent groans goaded her on. She felt she couldn't get enough of him and his stiff meaty cock.
Kneeling close to him on the couch, she took firm hold of the base of his cock and began to bob her head rhythmically up and down. The honey texture of her mouth on his cock made him weak with excitement. He slumped sideways a little on the sofa. She followed him, all the time goading his cock into rock-hard readiness with her mouth.
"Jee-zuz, woman, you really know how to suck a cock!" Tom felt he had never had a headjob like this before in his life. Despite all the times he had told himself that Ann was enough woman for him, he found himself becoming wildly excited by what was happening. He liked having another beautiful woman sucking his organ to aching rigidity. He began to speculate about how she would look naked. He wanted to see her body bathed in a light film of sweat, earned in a long, heated fucking session. He wanted to fuck her.
While she continued to suck and lick his cock, he shifted around so he was lying full-length with her kneeling between his legs. He watched her lips pursed around his turgid member. Watched them move up and down in a shifting seductive rhythm. His whole body was aching for the woman now. He wanted more of her than just her mouth. "Take your clothes off!" He was surprised by the hoarseness of his voice. It told him how completely he had abandoned himself to the orgiastic atmosphere Susan had created right here in his own familiar living room.
Wordlessly, Susan rose to her feet. She began to unbutton her blouse. She unzipped her skirt. With the grace of a dancer, she cast the garments from her body and stood over him naked. Her firm proud breasts, her shapely belly, her tight-veed pussy made his groin ache with desire for her. He started to rise to his feet.
She pushed him down. "Wait." She began to remove his clothes. When he was naked she stared down at him for a moment "Wow! You look even better without clothes than you do with them ... and that's going some." At this moment, there was no other man than Tom Hunnicutt in Susan's life. For her, right now, he was all maleness, all sexuality, all desire. Her entire being cried for him. He looked so beautiful lying there naked under her.
With an animal groan of need, she straddled his loins and sat down on his cock. Her pussy was wet and ready from the long titillation of the seduction. His cock invaded her clinging depths easily. "Ooohhhhh!" Her long low cry rose from the depths of her being. She was filled ... fulfilled. His cock satisfied her every need. "I love how your cock feels in me, Tom."
Tom felt like a man whose cock has just slipped into a pocket of hot, slick honey. The sensation was intense, almost more than he could bear. He had to hold his breath for a minute, to get control. Then he was ready for her. He was ready for a long onslaught of pure molten pleasure.
Slowly, she began to raise and lower herself over the stiff pole of his cock. Her strong thighs maneuvered her, seemingly effortlessly. She moved so slowly, she was barely moving. Then she would ride fast. The rhythm shifted every few strokes. But each time her heated, clinging cunt dealt the man's cock an unforgettable stroke of engulfing joy.
"Jee-zuz, baby ... your pussy feels so good! You're really something, Susan! Goodamn!" The teasing pace was getting to Tom. He felt an urgent need to take charge for a while, to give it to her in his own way. Quickly he pulled away from her and kneeled on the rug with her seated on the couch facing him. He spread her thighs wide and reinserted his cock in her cunt. He began to fuck her ruthlessly.
Susan was intensely aroused by the forcefulness with which Tom took over the choreography of their encounter. She lay back against the couch and wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him deeper, deeper, deeper into her hungry belly. She loved the urgency with which his loins slammed against her. The shock made her clitoris quiver with pleasure. It was as though he was charging farther into her than any man had ever gone before. She was full to overflowing with cock ... with sensation ...
She raised her legs straight up in the air and rested them against Tom's shoulders. She was getting him as deep and as hard as he could go. She was a moaning hulk of receptivity. Tom was turning out to be every inch the man she had expected him to be. "Ooohhhh ... do it to me, Tom! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He fucked her. Fucked her until neither one of them was aware of anything but that sensuous space they had carved out for themselves.
They didn't notice Ann enter the room. She stood watching them for several moments. At first, she felt a little wrench `in her belly. That was her Torn, fucking another woman. Her jealousy didn't last, though.
She became fascinated by the way his strong buttocks clenched to thrust deep into the other woman's belly. She remembered how it felt when he thrust into her like that. Her cunt quivered with desire. She wanted him, too. She wanted to be part of this contrived orgy.
"Hi!"
The frantic fucking on the couch stopped dead. Tom pulled his cock from Susan's cunt and turned to face his wife. "Ann ... " He looked horror-struck.
Ann rushed over and threw her arms around him. "It's all right, darling. I love you. I love you."
"You aren't angry?"
"No, of course not. Susan's a very sexy woman. I can understand why you wanted to fuck her."
Torn looked suspiciously from one woman to the other. Both were smiling happily at him. He began to wonder if they hadn't somehow planned this whole thing out ...
All speculation ceased as Ann hurriedly removed her clothes.
"What are you doing?" Tom was totally confused. He didn't know what was going on. His cock was rapidly wilting.
"I want to be with you," Ann lay an arm on each of them," ... with both of you."
Before Tom could respond, Susan had dropped to her knees and was sucking his cock into renewed hardness. He looked pleadingly at his wife. She continued to smile at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, urgently.
The combined efforts of the two women brought the young husband back to full erection within moments.
"Make love to Ann, now," Susan told him.
The realization that both women wanted this orgy titillated Tom. He decided that the only thing for him to do was to give them what they wanted. He guided Ann down onto the couch and poised himself over her. His throbbing cock soared deep into her belly.
"You're wet!" He was surprised.
"It turned me on, watching you. It made me realize how much I love you."
Convinced now that he would never understand women, Tom began to fuck his wife ruthlessly. His earlier excitement came back to him, more intense this time thanks to the new depravity of the situation. He could feel his balls swelling with their urgent load.
"Oh, Tom! Tom, it's so good in me!" Excited by the success of her plan to lure her husband into a threesome, Ann humped her pelvis ruthlessly up toward him. She was wild with excitement. In a sense, she realized she was using sex to dispel the anxiety she had felt on first seeing Tom with another woman. The fury of his long, lunging strokes cleared her mind and drove her body to orgasm. "Oh Tom! Tom! Tom!" While he held `her shoulders down and continued to stroke into her, she lay delirious beneath him. Her body quivered with the delightful sensations of total release.
Susan stood beside the couch, stroking a finger furiously in and out of her pussy. Ann's entrance had robbed her of an orgasm that had been lurking just out of reach. Watching the other couple making love helped bring her over the last peak. "Uuuhhhhh!" She clutched her cunt and fell to her knees next to the couch. She smiled dazedly at her friends.
The bizarre thrill of being with two climaxing women made Tom lose all control. The steady, reckless slamming of his loins' against his wife's twat forced him to give in to the urge in his testicles.
"Uuuhh! Shit! I'm cumming!" He collapsed on top of his wife and let the soothing warmth flow from him. He was spent, exhausted.
He knew one thing though. As soon as they had recovered from this, the two women were going to have some explaining to do.
Tom hated secrets. Even sexy ones.
Chapter Seven
At first Tom was angry. The thought that he had been manipulated by two women - one of them his own wife - made him see red. The thing that cooled his wrath was sweet memories of how exciting it had been to be with two women at once. The three of them spent several hours together, changing partners this way and that.
Tom had even been turned on watching his wife make love to another woman.
"Do you forgive me, darling?" Ann asked him after Susan had gone home to fix Dick's dinner.
He looked at her skeptically for a long time. At last, he laughed. "How can I not forgive you? After all, you're no worse than I am."
She looked at him smugly. "I was hoping you'd see it that way."
"You little bitch! I've got half a mind to make you suck my cock again."
"Any time, baby! Any time!"
Their sex life was very active over the next few days. The thought of Ann making love to Dick Major, though he had never seen it, excited Tom. He would never have believed he would have that kind of reaction. But he realized it made Ann something of an unknown quantity to him.
He could no longer take his wife for granted.
That put new life into their marriage.
It was only, a week later that Ann suggested they go to a "swinging party" with the Majors.
"You mean you want me to fuck a bunch of women I've never even seen before?"
Ann smiled sweetly at him. She looked like such a paragon of virtue, he thought. No one would ever believe the lusty thoughts she had in her head. "Well, Ann, if that's what you really want ... " Secretly, Tom was titillated by the idea. Fucking Susan Major had turned him on to parts of himself he had submerged for a long time. The taste, the feel, the smell of another woman was intensely stimulating to a man who had been monogamous for so long. He was ready for more, if that was what Ann wanted. And it was obvious she was at least as eager as he to broaden her sex life.
The prospect had its element of danger. It meant risking a security that had been comfortable. But, Tom reasoned, perhaps it was time to stop being quite so comfortable. He needed to experience more of the world outside his work. And if that meant more women, so be it.
Only great daring brought great rewards.
Ann dressed carefully the night of the party. She was excited, and she wanted to look just right. She decided on a plain white floor-length gown with wide sleeves covered with embroidered flowers and birds. She thought the dress made her look very much like an Aztec sacrifice. She looked beautiful and vulnerable. And vulnerable was what she would be once she got to the party.
She looked apprehensively at her handsome husband as he emerged from the bedroom, ready for the evening. It struck her suddenly that she was making her own sacrifice. She was yielding once and for all exclusive rights on her husband's lovemaking.
Their relationship would never be the same again. She took both his hands and reached up to kiss him. "I love you, darling."
"I love you too, beautiful. And remember, any time you need me tonight, just holler."
"Thanks, darling. I'll be okay." From the sweat on her husband's hands, she realized he was just as nervous as she was. They would be like babes in the woods tonight.
They drove to the party with Susan and Dick. The Majors had all kinds of advice to offer on what-to-do-at-your-first-orgy. Ann and Tom listened quietly. They were more absorbed in their own thoughts than in the talk around them.
They drove up to a large, prosperous-looking home. They were greeted warmly at the door by a woman named Norma. She was a striking brunette with long lustrous hair that reached almost to her waist. "Hi, darlings. Come on in." She saved her warmest smile for Tom. Linking her arm through his, she led them into the living room. "I'll let you introduce yourself. This is a friendly crowd."
There were about twenty people in the room. Ann experienced a sudden cold stab of fear as Tom walked away across the room with Norma. She felt horribly alone. It was a relief to feel Dick's reassuring arm round her shoulder. "Why don't you come with us, Ann? We're going to go talk to Sheila and Nick Burroughs. They're nice people. You'll like them."
Ann smiled gratefully at Dick. She went with them to sit by an attractive couple in their early thirties. Sheila was a flaming redhead. Nick was a quiet good-looking man, slightly gray at the temples. Like Dick, he was a photographer.
For the first little while, Ann didn't add much to the conversation. She kept looking back over her shoulder at Tom. He seemed to be getting along very well with Norma. They were laughing and talking together, their heads very close. Once, Tom looked up. When his eyes found Ann, he smiled. Ann smiled back, feebly. She was wishing he'd come and sit by her. But he went right back to his conversation.
Susan noticed what was going on with Ann. It was clear as the look on the blonde's face. She reached over and took the younger woman's hand. "Just relax, darling. You're going to have a wonderful time, believe me. And Tom's in good hands. Norma's a nice person, and she's madly in love with her husband." She winked knowingly. "No man-stealers at our parties."
"Oh, I'm not worried. I'll be fine." Ann was determined to be brave. It had been her idea to come to this party. She was going to enjoy herself, if it killed her.
At last, Ann began to respond to the remarks that Nick Burroughs had been addressing to her since they had been introduced. It was obvious that Nick found her very attractive. And Nick was certainly very handsome himself. They began to talk about photography and the weather and swinging parties.
Soon there were four men gathered around Ann, all of them eager to talk to her.
Ann forgot all about her earlier discomfort. She was titillated by the idea of being at a party where she could potentially make love to any man she wanted to ... right away. It was the ultimate in sexual titillation. No beating around the bush. If you wanted to make love to someone, all you had to do was find a spot and do it.
Ann's nervousness returned as she realized things were happening around her. People were starting to get naked. Some couples were retiring to the back rooms. Others were making out right on the living room floor. The moment of truth was approaching.
Again, she looked back over her shoulder for Tom. She froze when she saw that he was naked, with the naked Norma wrapped cozily in his arms. Another naked woman was standing talking to them. She was running her hands over both Tom and Norma. It looked to Ann like the beginning of a threesome.
And this time, she would be excluded.
At first she felt overwhelmed by the feelings of jealousy and anger that were surging through her. She had expected the initial plunge into orgy to be hard. But not this hard. For one thing, she had expected Tom to be the one who found it hard to adjust, not her.
She watched in agonized despair as Tom bent down and kissed Norma. She could see his hand wandering over her breasts, pinching her tits. Norma's hand reached down and grabbed Tom's cock.
For one frenzied moment, Ann thought about rushing, over and pulling Tom away from the two women. It took an effort for her to remain where she was. For several seconds she didn't even notice the hand clasping hers. When she did, she looked around in irritation. A tall handsome young man was smiling at her appealingly. She felt a surge of relief. She smiled back.
"Do you want to come sit on the couch with me?"
Ann had no hesitation. She would show Tom she didn't need him any more than he needed her.
The man - Ann couldn't remember his Name, " though she had been introduced to him earlier - led her to the couch. He started to take off his clothes. Ann followed his example. She was a little startled by the mechanics of getting into an orgy. It all seemed so clinically impersonal.
The moans of the other orgiasts were titillating her. It was a strange experience to be surrounded by couples making love. When she was naked, she looked over to the corner of the room where Tom had been standing with the two women. They were gone. Her eyes shifted quickly around the room. She spotted Tom on the floor, eating Norma's pussy. The other woman was kneeling behind Tom, nibbling at his balls and asshole.
Ann turned to the waiting man and smiled. She held out her arms. "Let's do it!"
He pushed her gently down onto the couch. His fingers worked frantically over her breasts, her belly, her clitoris. Ann started to moan. She wanted things in a hurry. She didn't want to bother with foreplay. Once she was writhing in delirious ecstasy, she wouldn't have to worry about what was going on in other parts of the room.
"Fuck me now!" she told the man urgently. "I want it now." His hard cock grazing against her thigh told her he was ready. He reached back and guided his prick into position. With one rough shove, he had his swollen organ buried deep up in Ann's pussy.
"Wow! What a sweet cunt you have, baby!"
The young housewife thrust her loins spasmodically up at him, begging his prick to stroke into her. She felt desperate - with longing, with excitement, with despair. All the feelings were churning around in her head at once. She didn't want to think. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Obediently, the young man began to hump his buttocks rabbit-like down against her cunt. He moved in short staccato movements, never varying his pace. His ardor was tireless but unimaginative. Ann found herself feeling slightly bored, though her pussy was responding, was getting wetter. She wanted someone who would carry her right beyond herself. She wanted to get fucked so hard, she couldn't see straight.
"Ooohhhh!" She hoped her moans would egg the young man on. She wanted to get this encounter over with. She had never been so unaroused in her life. It was with a great sigh of relief that she felt the urgent lurches of his orgasm. She shifted uncomfortably under him, urging him to get to his feet. They smiled wanly at each other.
"Thanks, Ann ... that was great."
"Yeah," was all she said. She lay alone on the couch, not daring to look toward the place where she had last seen Tom. At last she summoned up the courage. To her surprise, he wasn't there. Once again, her eyes scanned the room. She found him standing not far from where she was lying. He was fucking a girl with short blonde hair up against the wall. Ann fought back the tears that threatened to spring to her eyes.
"How are you getting along?" The voice was familiar. Nick Burroughs sat down next to Ann on the couch. He was naked now. Ann was impressed by how handsome he was. His long thick cock lay almost fully erect on his lap. His eyes followed the direction of her gaze.
"Oh that ... " he said. "You look pretty sexy lying there." His dark eyes were smoldering pits of desire. "You look pretty sexy yourself." Ann was feeling a familiar surge of lust deep in the pit of her belly. The first man had just wet her insides with his cum. She knew instinctively that fucking this man would mean much more to her. She sat up on the couch. Their mouths locked in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmmmmm." Ann's pussy throbbed with hunger as he stretched her out on the couch and guided his cock to her cunt. His mouth never left hers. Their tongues clashed in hot search, mimicking the action that was about to take place at their loins.
"I wanted to fuck you the first minute I saw you," he murmured into her mouth. Just at that moment, his cock entered the hot dampness of her cunt.
"Oooohhhh, God-d-d! God, it's good!" Her mind became a lazy blank as she reveled in the heated fucking motion he was establishing up into her clenching pussy. Everything that was going on around her was totally forgotten, except perhaps for the moans and groans that now mingled with her own. It no longer mattered to her what Tom was .doing. She was getting fucked, hard and strong, just the way she wanted it. She looked up at Nick. "You're the answer to a maiden's prayer," she told him.
"You're every man's wet dream, baby." He plunged his cock again, and again deep into the warm clasping furrow of her pussy. He varied the rhythm, relishing the way she squealed for more when he held still in her for a few moments. "Uuuuhhhh, Christ! You're tight, baby! Really tight!" Nick was a veteran of fuck parties. It wasn't often he encountered a woman who turned him on the way Ann did. She was a real find - beautiful too. Typical of the kind of girl Dick Major finds for himself, he thought admiringly.
Ann ran her hands greedily over the man's back and buttocks. She loved feeling the way his ass clenched to summon up the energy to shoot his cock deep into her. When his buttocks failed to clench, when he was holding out on her, her frenzy of desire became unbearable. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" Her cries were loud. She was only vaguely aware that several men had gathered round to watch her go at it.
"Jee-z! Look at this one! She's really hot!"
"Yeah, man! I'd like to get my turn at that!"
Nick, too, was totally absorbed in the tantalizing sensations emerging from the blending of his cock and Ann's cunt. He paid no attention to the admiring stares and the comments. He just fucked. Fucked till his cock felt like a rod of tough steel, until it throbbed with the urgent need to break out.
It happened suddenly, unexpectedly. The pull of her talented cunt-muscles was too much for him. He blew into her.
The blonde was aware that his cock was shooting hot spurts of jism deep into her pussy. The knowledge barely registered, though. She kept on squirming under him. All she knew was that she hadn't cum yet. And she wanted to cum. Nick pulled himself slowly, regretfully off her. He would have liked to linger, to get it up so he could fuck her again. But that was not the code of the orgy. You had to give the other guys a chance. And there was a whole line of them waiting for their chance with sweet Ann.
No sooner had Nick pulled away than a pair of strong hands were pulling Ann round on the couch so her pussy was facing outward. A face buried itself between her thighs. A tongue lapped hungrily at her stiff clitoris.
Ann had no idea who the man was who was sucking her pussy. She looked down at him. His dark head labored eagerly against her cunt-slit. The sight let loose the wanton whore in Ann. She was being eaten by a total stranger and it felt good. It felt great! She lurched her pussy up to give him easier access to her throbbing genitals. "AAAAAgggghbhh! Ooooohhhh! Uuuuhhh!" She was a writhing mass of salacious arousal. Eyes closed, she rocked her head from side to side. She was totally caught up in eroticism now. All she wanted was pleasure or her pussy.
"Jee-zuz Christ, will you look at that?! I've never seen a woman respond like that in my life!"
"She's the hottest little pussy I've ever seen at one of these shindigs, I'll tell you that. Beautiful too. A real beauty!"
Ann had gathered an audience made up of two in her pussy. The mouth had deserted her down elements - the idle watchers who came over to get a few minutes' inspiration from watching her writhe and moan, and the hard-core admirers who were waiting in line for their own sampling of that dynamite cunt. Her cries dominated all the others in the room. She had in fact become the core around which the party was revolving.
Ann scarcely paid any attention when several hands lifted her from the couch and set her down on the floor. The man between her legs continued to eat her pussy. She could feel his tongue stabbing up between her cunt-lips. She could feel them throbbing with excitement. She was exploding inside. Exploding! Just as she was starting to whine out her first orgasm, someone shoved a cock between her lips. She began to suck like a starving, babe, suctioning her mouth around the prick and letting him fuck deep into her throat. Again she did not know who the man was. But she loved the taste and texture of his cock. She was aware of hands and mouths running over her firm round tits and flat belly. Her whole body was quivering with abandoned ecstasy.
It was true, what Susan had said. The more you got, the more you wanted. She felt someone shove a cock into her hand. Automatically, she began to slide her fingers sensuously up and down over the smooth rubbery surface. Cock in her mouth, cock in her hand, and in another moment, she had cock in her pussy. The mouth had deserted her down there, only to be replaced by a thick, filling prick. "Mmmmmm," was all she could utter around the thick tool fucking her mouth. She raised her legs and wrapped them around the back of the man fucking into her cunt. Her feet kicked him, urging her to pump into her, harder and faster and deeper.
Ann was immersed in a sexual Paradise. Every part of her was receiving the attention it craved. Her whole body was being tantalized into wanton madness by a thousand fluttering touches and licks and cock-strokes. "Uuuuhh! Mmmmm!" She squealed with excitement as the cock in her mouth exploded in a hot mouthful of cum. She swallowed hungrily, licked the shaft clean. It was then that the cock in her pussy exploded, filling her for the third time that evening up between her thighs.
New cocks replaced the ones that deserted her mouth and her cunt. Ann gave them the enthusiastic reception that she had given the others. She whined and wiggled and ground her ass in flagrant excitement until they too had spilled their precious goodies into her greedy belly, from both ends.
Gradually, there came a lull in the party, when people drifted back into conversation as though to summon up new energy for the rounds ahead. Ann struggled to her feet, felt the wet cum spilling from her pussy as she walked toward the kitchen. She felt badly in need of a drink.
Tom was in the kitchen. He looked tired but happy. He had his arm's around two women. One of them was Sheila Burroughs. He left them and walked over to Ann. "How are you, honey?" There was a touch of concern in his look.
Ann grinned at him. "I'm just fine. Susan was right. Orgies are the greatest!" Someone poured her a drink and she took a healthy swig.
Tom seemed to relax when he realized Ann was truly enjoying what was happening to her. He leered at her. "How many cocks tonight, baby?"
Ann looked at him with a vague feeling of disgust. "I lost count after the first four or five."
"You did, eh? That's some hot little cunt you've got there." He reached down and stuck a finger deep into her pussy. She groaned involuntarily. She didn't like this rough treatment from her own husband, but the finger felt good. She was highly sensitized by all that had been happening to her this evening. "Ready for more, are you?" There was a hard edge to Tom's voice. He turned her round and bent her over the sink.
"Tom, what are you doing?" They were alone in the kitchen now. Still, somehow Ann did not like the idea of her husband taking her like this. It was too much like a gesture of ownership.
His fingers spread her pussy-flanges and his cock surged on up inside. She groaned with pleasure. Despite her misgivings, her body could not deny the tantalizing flutterings speeding through her nerve endings. While she clung to the edge of the sink, she began to rotate her ass back in search of Tom's cock.
"Oooohhh! Uuuuhhh!"
"You know, Ann, I never realized just how much you can take! You're a real little piggie when it comes to fucking, aren't you?" His voice was hard, hoarse. Tom was intensely excited by the way he was taking his wife, right here in the kitchen. From the corner of his eye, he could see a few spectators gathered in the doorway.
Ann felt cut by Tom's words. But she was too excited to really. worry about what he was saying. It was what he was doing that counted. His cock was massaging her cunt into seething arousal. She could feel her nerve endings opening wide against his hurried assault.
"God, that woman never quits!" It `was a woman's voice.
Ann turned quickly toward the source of the comment. Several men and women were watching her and Tom. Somehow, Ann felt dirty. But her cunt was throbbing. She was excited. She was playing the game. Everything told her to keep on doing what she was doing.
"Uh, baby, feels good! You're still tight as a drum!" Tom was more titillated than he had been all night. There was something perversely exciting about throwing it to his wife after she had been fucked or pawed or used by most of the men at the party. She was still his woman!
"Oh Tom! Oh Tom! Do it to meeee!" Ann was letting go the last of her inhibitions. She didn't even care any more that there were people watching her and Tom fucking each other. Their sex life was no longer private. They were now part of an "open relationship". All the rules were out the window.
"I'm fucking you, baby! I'm fucking you!"
Tom sent long, deep stroke after stroke far up into his wife's clinging pussy. Wet as she was from all the cum she had gathered, her walls still clasped him with inciting tautness. He wanted to cum in her, but he was going to wait for her. He wanted to show her he could still do it to her as well as the rest of them.
Rotating her ass like a passionate zombie, Ann `struggled to climb the peak, to wrench one more orgasm from her much-used body. At last she could feel the telltale shudder deep in her belly. She was letting loose. Tom was making her cum! "Tom darling! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
As soon as he heard her victorious cry, the big man rushed to meet her. He plunged his cock again and again deep into her spasming belly, until he too was gone. "I'm cumming with you, baby!"
As husband and wife quivered in climactic exhaustion, a loud burst of applause erupted from the doorway. Norma walked toward them and caressed them both.
"It's good to see a husband and wife who can still get their best pleasure out of each other. You looked like real lovebirds, the two of you, going at it."
Ann grinned sheeplishly. She wasn't sure if she felt like a lovebird. She realized there had been a certain amount of hostility in her encounter with Tom. They were testing each other, to see if the night's experience had changed them any. Already, Ann knew, there was a hardened worldliness in their response to one another. Both knew there were other cocks, other cunts in the world. Right at arm's reach, for the taking.
Norma clapped her hands for attention. "I'm going to need some help getting the goodies ready."
Six naked women bustled around the kitchen, preparing the midnight snack.
Chapter Eight
The day after the party, Ann and Tom slept late. They had not arrived home till after four a.m. Both had drunk more than they were used to.
Ann was the first to awaken. She lay staring at the ceiling for a long time, listening to Tom's regular breathing.
Bizarre as it seemed, she realized she was horny. Susan had been right about woman's endless capacity for sex. Ann had lost count pretty early in the evening, but she was pretty sure she had broken Susan's record of nine men in one night.
This morning, her cunt was throbbing with well-remembered lust. She was about to experiment with her clitoris when the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Ann? This is Nick Burroughs ... from the party last night?"
"Sure, I remember. There are many things I've forgotten about last night's party, but you're not one of them."
His voice grew seductive. "I have very sweet and vivid memories of you, too. I enjoyed you a lot, Ann."
Ann felt delighted as a schoolgirl. It seemed odd to be exchanging compliments with a man she had met and fucked at an orgy the night before. But this was her new life. She'd get used to it. In the meantime, the very lewdness of it turned her on.
"Sheila and I were wondering if you and Tom were going to be busy this afternoon. We liked you both a lot. We thought it might be fun to go for a walk in the woods or something."
Memories of Nick's hard pummeling cock made up Ann's mind for her. That was what she needed today. Some more of the same. "We'd love to see .you."
"Terrific. We'll be by about two."
"See you then."
Tom was grouchy when he woke up and heard. the news. "You mean we're going to have another fucking party today?"
"We're going to go for a walk in the woods. It'll be good for you. You don't get enough exercise."
He grinned. "I got plenty of exercise last night. So did you, as I recall."
"Very funny." Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Besides, they say you have to exercise every day if you're really going to stay in shape."
"I'm not doing too bad, baby." He grabbed his naked wife and tickled her ribs.
"Stop it! Agh! Come on. Let's get some breakfast."
They ate ravenously. The previous night's activity had given them a healthy appetite. They had scarcely finished their meal when the Burroughs arrived.
Tom was an enthusiastic host. He took Sheila in his arms and gave her a long, searching kiss. Not to be outdone, Nick gave Ann the same treatment. All were in good spirits when they set out on their walk through the woods near the Hunnicutts' home.
It was obvious the, orgy had left the foursome with a strong appetite for more sex. As they walked, the men found opportunities to give the women friendly pats on the ass. The women were not above taking a quick feel of the bulges in the men's pants.
Sheila suggested they stop and rest in a little clearing that was covered with a soft layer of moss. The setting was perfect, and they all knew it.
"Aren't you girls worried about being alone in the woods with a couple of sex maniacs?" Tom asked suggestively.
Ann was ready for him. "Not if you aren't." She and Nick were sitting side by side on a log. Ann fell to her knees on the moss and ran her hands hungrily over his thighs and crotch. Tom and Sheila were clutching hungrily at each other a short distance away.
"I just don't understand it," Ann told Nick as her fingers poked at the growing bulge in his pants. "I had lots of sex last night, but it just turned me on more than ever."
Nick grinned at her and pinched a tit through her blouse. "Happens all the time. People find out how turned on they can really get, and they just want more and more."
Ann licked her lips suggestively. "Yes, that's it. I just want more and more."
"Aren't these women something?" Nick asked Tom. "They just never seem to get enough."
"Well, why don't we do something for the poor babies? After all, we can't let them go on suffering like this, can we?." Tom coaxed Sheila down onto her hands and knees on the moss. He raised her skirt, over her ass. "Ah-hah ... no panties! Most convenient!" He opened his fly and pulled his rapidly hardening cock into the open. The redhead looked round at him and moaned lustfully.
"Yes, `that's what I want, Tom honey. That nice big dick of yours!"
Nick and Ann were getting uncontrollably turned on by what was happening between the other couple. When Ann reached for her fly, Nick helped her struggle out of her jeans. Then he urged her down onto hands and knees facing Sheila. Nick too had a cock hard and ready. He pulled it out.
Almost simultaneously, the two men guided their cocks toward the quivering cunts before them. Ann's blonde-fringed, Sheila's fiery red and wet. The men sunk their pricks to the hilt in clinging pussy-flesh. They grinned at each other as the women moaned wantonly.
"Ohhhh ... God, Nick ... feels good!"
"Tom, your cock fills me so good, baby!"
The woods rang with the women's moans and whimpers. The men established a fucking rhythm that penetrated both women simultaneously. They were enjoying this new fraternity - practicing their sexuality together, out in the open, with one another's wives. The titillation of creating an orgy out of a simple stroll in the woods turned everybody on. The sexual energy flowed hot and heavy. They were all on the verge of orgasm within minutes.
Ann smiled hungrily into the other woman's eyes. "Oooooh ... feels good," she murmured. She managed to lean far enough forward to kiss Sheila. Her pussy throbbed as Sheila returned her greedy tounging. "Mmmmm!"
The blonde wriggled her ass wantonly back at Nick's thick penetrating cock. She shivered each time it split her cunt-channel wide, grazed deep in against her cervix. This was the most adventurous sex she had ever enjoyed in her life. Who knew when some other strollers might pass by!
Sheila could see that Ann was red-hot. She herself was a quivering mass of arousal. Tom's cock was rock-hard and tireless. Her pussy-muscles, grabbed him greedily every time he slipped up inside. She watched Ann's mouth hang open slackly and she realized she must look much the same - like a total slave to her roiling lust. She knew the instant Ann was going to cum, and she too let go.
"Uuuuu! Oooohhh God, I'm cumming!"
"Me too, Ann! I'm cumming too!"
The men grinned conspiratorially at one another as the two women ground out their climaxes. They fucked heatedly into the warm welcoming cunts. Nick was the first to let go, but Tom wasn't far behind him.
"Jee-zuz Christ!"
"Shit! I'm doing it!"
The foursome just managed to get their clothes back in place when an older couple came strolling by. They all exchanged a cordial "good afternoon". The girls couldn't suppress a giggle. The disapproving looks in the intruders' faces told them they knew, or at least suspected, what had been going on.
"Who cares?" Ann cooed after they had gone on their way. "We're having a good time. That's all that counts!"
"You're right, baby! You were right all the time." Tom gave her a generous hug. "I'm sure glad you talked me into all this."
Ann felt a fleeting sadness. It evaporated almost as quickly as it arose. "Me too, Tom. Me too."
Chapter Nine
Ann and Tom were enjoying the most active sex of their lives. Not only did they fuck other people, but they fucked each other more than they had before. They were turned on most of the time.
They felt like kids with new toys - their own bodies.
It took a while before they were ready to let each other go out on dates alone. Tom had told Ann she was not to repeat the kind of encounters she had been having with Dick Major. At least not until he was getting his that way too. They didn't want to move too fast. They didn't want to endanger their marriage.
One Friday night, they parted company for the whole night. Ann was going out with the girls. Tom was going out with Dick. They were looking for action. They had all night to do their own thing.
Ann and Susan and Sheila went to a nightclub called Big Daddy's Saloon. It was the kind of place where both sexes parade up and down, preening, viewing, looking for action. Ann had not been to such a place since before she was married. It unnerved her somewhat, to have hordes of men surveying her so closely, sizing her up. She felt like a side of beef on a hook. She smiled shyly at some of the men. Others, she shunned. They just plain gave her the creeps.
"What do we do now?" she asked Susan nervously.
"Whatever turns you on, baby! See anything that interests you?"
"Frankly ... no. This is kind of confusing for me. There's too many people. Too much energy. I prefer to meet men in somebody's nice quiet living room."
"Just hang loose, baby. Something your style is bound to show up." Susan accepted an invitation to dance from a tall lanky male in a cowboy hat and boots. He was sun-bronzed and handsome. Ann wondered when he had come in. It could be that there were more possibilities here than she had thought. When a nice-looking guy about her own age asked her to dance, she accepted. They danced three dances together. Then he asked her if she wanted to go out to the car and fuck.
"Forget it," Ann told him and walked back to their table.
"Slow night!" `Sheila was looking as bored as Ann felt. Suddenly ,the redhead leaped to her feet and took off in hot pursuit of something or somebody unknown to Ann. She came back in a few moments with a tall muscular man in his late twenties. His kinky blond hair stood out in wild Afro. His blue eyes were clear as a winter lake. He smiled broadly at Ann.
"Hi, I'm Kit."
"I'm Ann." Ann's pulse quickened with the first real excitement she had felt all night.
"Kit's an old friend of mine from way back," Sheila explained. "He helped my father renovate his sailboat. Kit is probably the best sailor in the whole country."
Kit smiled quietly at the fulsome praise. His gaze kept returning to Ann. She could see his interest was as keen as her own. If only Sheila would leave them alone for a while. It would be fun to get acquainted. It wasn't easy to talk in the noisy saloon. When Susan came back to the table, without her dancing partner, Sheila suggested they all leave.
"Fine with me." Ann was glad Kit would be coming along. They agreed to meet at Ann's place. Tom was gone for the night. They would be undisturbed.
Ann rode back to the house with Susan. Sheila was riding with Kit. Ann and Susan made plans for Kit en mute.
"I don't know if he knows what he's in for." Susan's eyes shone with excitement. "But, if I have my way, I'll get a sample of that tonight. He's some he-man, isn't he?"
"He's good-looking all right." Ann was feeling reserved. She didn't know if she wanted to share one man with two other women. She figured there probably wouldn't be enough to go around.
"Looks strong as a bull, too." Susan was obviously more optimistic about Kit's prowess than Ann was.
"What happened to the guy you were dancing with?" Ann's voice was peevish. She was really asking Susan why she hadn't stuck with her own catch.
"He turned out to be an A-l asshole. There's no point fucking some guy you can't even talk to, unless you're really hard up, that is."
Ann couldn't help laughing. "Susan, you're incredible. I love you."
"Good. We may. have to help each other out tonight if Kit. gets tired."
"Susan!" Sometimes Ann found her friend's frank attitude toward sex almost more than she could take. She noticed that the hornier Susan got, the raunchier her talk became.
Things got serious as soon as they arrived back at the house. Sheila, Susan and Kit all began to remove their clothes. Kit looked extremely excited. Obviously he was titillated by the idea of having three women to himself for the night. Ann was reluctant at first to get into the act. But when she saw the long thick shaft of Kit's cock emerging from his jeans, she decided she would be foolish to back out now. There was bound to be room for all three of them someplace.
The women sat around Kit on the living room rug. They ran their hands in hungry exploration over the smooth ripples of his back and shoulders and belly. Their fingertips just grazed his cock from time to time. There was a strange question of etiquette involved. Who would get to go first?
Susan refused to be shy. "I'll take first taste." She bent down and closed her lips around the swollen shaft of Kit's prick. She grinned fiendishly around the filling rod as she felt it grow to new proportions at her touch. "Mmmmm!"
"Wow! That's great!" The man's eyes were glazed with excitement. Three delightful cunts to eat and which one should he choose? He reached for Ann and pulled her closer to him. His blue eyes pleaded with her. "Let me eat you."
Quivering with excitement, she slung one leg over his shoulder and presented her wide open cunt for his inspection. "Uuuuuhhh!" His tongue darted hotly in between her pussy-lips and immediately found the swollen nub of her clitoris. "Oooohhh! Feels good!"
He grinned up at her. "Tastes great! You have a beautiful cunt, Ann." She watched his face contort with the painful ecstasy Susan's mouth was dealing his stiff prick. He was lying with his head buried between one woman's legs while another woman snuggled her head against his turgid cock-shaft. This kind of luxury did not come to a man every day. Kit was obviously grateful for, and over-whelmed by, his good fortune.
"Mmmm, I want to play too." Sheila knelt between Susan and Ann and began to plant kisses all over the man's chest and belly. She found his nipples were sensitive. She sucked them into-rock hardness. Then she crawled around behind him and caressed his firm, strong ass-cheeks. She kissed him there and sought out the puckered hole up in between. She prodded it with her tongue-tip, forcing a throaty groan from their helpless victim.
"Uuuhhh! Jeez! You women are beautiful!"
Ann congratulated herself that she was getting the best from the other women's labor. The more they turned Kit on, the more energetically he prodded her pussy with his tongue. The more hungrily he nibbled on the soft, fleshy lips that fringed the opening to her cunt. When Sheila was kissing Kit's ass, he began to explore that region on Ann. The touch of a tongue on her tiny anus was an incredibly tantalizing sensation. She shuddered. "Oooohhh, God ... it's good!" She ran her fingers through his coarse kinky hair and held his face close to her pussy.
She was glad she had not let peevishness keep her from joining the orgy. She was intensely turned on by the experience of sharing a man with her two girl friends. It was as though Kit were their captive, forced to remain to give and receive pleasure till they were, all sated. She watched Susan's mouth working hungrily up and down Kit's handsome cock. She looked at the abandoned way Sheila was caressing and kissing his ass and loins. A warning shudder broke from her belly.
"Oooohh! God, I'm excited! Jeez, Kit ... you're making me cummm!"
Delighted with his work, Kit gummed her pussy through its flaring crisis. He sucked playfully on her clitoris and pussy-lips, prodded her cunt-hole. The moment when he felt her relax totally was like a gift to the big man. He liked to please women. He was somewhat disappointed when Ann pulled her cunt out of reach.
"Who wants to trade places?" Ann was feeling very generous, very sensual after her climax. She did not want to hog Kit's attentions. When Susan quickly pulled her mouth from his cock and looked interested, Ann pulled her up toward his mouth. "He's got to make us all feel good," Ann said mischievously.
Kit was more. than willing to oblige. After this was over, be would have a story he could tell his grandchildren - though he doubted anyone would believe him. How many men had the pleasure of being seduced by three women at once?
When the blonde cunt was replaced by a brunette cunt, he didn't ask questions. He stuck out his tongue and licked.
"Oooohhh! Oooohh! Baby, you've got a dynamite mouth!" Susan's voice was hoarse. She pulled her legs up against her thighs and sat close to Kit's mouth. She was wide open to him. He knew what to do with the jewels in front of him. He licked wetly up both sides of her pussy and smiled to himself when she almost fainted with excitement.
It was one thing to be with three women at once. But these women also happened to be the hottest creatures he had ever encountered!
"Aaaaaiiieeee!"
Ann relived the liquid excitement that had just been dealt her pussy as she listened to Susan's ecstatic groans. She opened her mouth wide and took Kit's cock all the way to the hilt. Her blonde head bobbed rhythmically up and down while her lips tortured his cock with a frenzied, fluttering motion. She knew Kit appreciated what she was doing when he reached down and stroked her head. His gesture only made her want to work harder for him.
The blonde got added stimulation from the sight of Sheila sucking Kit's balls and prodding his asshole with her tongue. The women's eyes met and locked. They groaned with erotic sympathy. For a moment they deserted Kit and kissed long and deep. Before he could miss them, they had returned their attentions to Kit's balls.
Ann's tongue licked tantalizingly over the bulb-shaped tip of Kit's cock. It felt hard as steel and smooth as satin. She lapped at the little slit in the glans, searching for tastes of cum. His cock was as hard as it would ever be. She decided it was time somebody got a ride.
"Sheila!" she motioned her friend toward the upthrusting prick. "Get on, baby! You've been working hard! Time for your reward!"
Sheila did not, have to be invited twice. She straddled the man's loins and sat down on his long thick cock. "Uuuuhhh! Feels good!" Aware of the envious looks in the eyes of the other women, she began to ride Kit's prick as though he were a prize stallion. She kept her back straight. She galloped. Then she walked. Then she squirmed and moaned. Her pussy was hot and wet with arousal. This was the most exciting orgy she had ever attended. And Kit was a perfect man for three horny women. She knew he could last and last.
Ann was crouched on hands and knees, watching the slippery cock-shaft emerge from the clutching pink confines of Sheila's pussy. As soon as Sheila's cunt had risen to the tip of the gleaming rod, she sat back down. Again his prick was buried in warm welcoming cunt-flesh. It was a titillating sight for the watching blonde. She could feel her own cunt fluttering once again with renewed lust. "Fuck him, Sheila! Fuck him!" she goaded her friend.
"Oh yeah, baby! Feels good! Feels good!" Sheila's face was a scarcely recognizable mask of lust. She stared at nothing in particular, her face wreathed n a beatific smile. Her hips never stopped moving over the thick, filling cock. "Uuuuuhhh!"
It was all Kit could do to keep sucking and licking the eager pussy in front of him. Susan's cunt tasted wonderful, pungent and heady. But the titillating sensations Sheila was dealing his cock with her pussy were distracting his attention.
Susan saw what was happening. She knew exactly what to do to make it easier for the man. She straddled his face, so it would be easy for him to eat her. She ground her pussy down against his mouth. He obliged by shoving his tongue along the slippery slit. He found her pussy-hole once again and teased it unmercifully.
"Qooooh Yeah ... eat my pussy ,like That! Uuuuhhh!"
Ann moved her attention back and forth between the two squirming women, her own, excitement flaring with their abandoned responses. She ran her hands over Kit's belly. She fondled the base of his cock as it emerged from Sheila's cunt. It was all she could do to keep from fondling her clitoris into release. But she wanted to save herself for Kit. She wanted him to fuck her. Sooner or later.
The women's moans and grunts increased to a low-pitched hysteria. The orgy had carried all the participants away from mundane considerations. of place and identity. All they knew or cared about was their own pleasure and that of the three people with them. Susan ground her cunt relentlessly down against Kit's face. Sheila rode his cock with enthusiasm. Ann was an avid spectator. Kit was a pinioned victim of galloping pleasure.
"Uuuuhhh! Oooohhh! I'm cumming!" That was Susan. She churned her ass greedily down against the man's face. Her face glowed as the soothing release flowed through her.
Sheila was not to be left behind. She slid her pussy fiendishly up and down Kit's rock-hard cock. At last it literally drove the orgasm out of her. She was cumming ... cumming hard. "Jeez-z-z!"
The women collapsed alongside their man in ecstatic abandon. They were amazed that Kit still was holding on. He had not given in to the urge to cum. Ann lay caressing his leg and his slick cock. She was tempted to mount him, though she thought ,perhaps she should give him a little lest.
Kit took the initiative for her. He rose up and pushed Ann flit onto her back on the rug. Spreading her thighs wide, he eased his cock up toward her cunt. He filled her.
The blonde went wild with excitement. "Oooohh! God-d-d! Do it to meee! Fuck meee!"
As he moved his cock in and out of her gripping pussy, Kit stared in amazement at Ann's lust-dazed face. She rolled her head wantonly from side to side on the rug. Her teeth nibbled at her lower lip. Moans and groans never ceased to rise from between her drawn lips. She was a woman totally absorbed in the wanton throes of pleasure. "Oooohhh!" she howled. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
The man had never seen a woman with such quick responses to lovemaking. She seemed to be born for sex, for pleasure, for excitement. The pure absorbed joy in her face was the most ecstatic eulogy to lovemaking Kit had ever seen. He could feel her cunt-muscles gripping greedily at his cock. The sensation was overwhelming. At last he had to let go. "Aaaaiiieee! Oh God! I'm cumming, Ann!" He collapsed on top of her and held her close.
The other women, who had been watching their urgent coupling with interest, lay next to them. All felt very close to one another. It had been an awesome experience.
There were two double beds in the Hunnicutt house. Ann won the toss to spend the night with Kit. She was delighted. She intended to make him work for his board.
He did - twice that night and once again when they woke up. An evening that had started out badly turned into one of the most memorable events of Ann's swinging life.
Chapter Ten
Tom and Dick spent their Boys' Night Out at a disco bar in the expensive part of town. The clientele had lots of flash. The women were ornate and beautiful. Many of them were without escort. It was a pick-up scene.
The two friends sat in a corner booth and surveyed the talent at the bar. They focused on two long-haired blondes who looked enough alike to be sisters. Both wore clinging gowns that did great things for their round high asses and full-blown tits.
"That's a lot of woman," Dick observed. "Both of them." He took a long drag on his cigarillo and set it in the ashtray. "What say I invite them over for a drink?"
"Great idea." As Tom watched Dick move in on the women, he thought briefly about how much his relationship with the handsome older man had changed. He thought back sheepishly to the times when he had considered Dick some kind of sex maniac. Now here he was picking up strange women with Dick while their wives were out on the town looking for men.
Growing older was a confusing experience, Tom realized. The things that had once seemed most distant, most unappealing, eventually became familiar friends. From a constant family man, Tom had turned into an avid lecher. And he liked what he had become, as much as he had once liked what he had been. He wondered what he would be like one or five, or ten years from now.
His reveries were interrupted by the approach of Dick and the two women.
"Tom ... this is Sherry. This is Gerry. And they are sisters."
Tom rose and waited for the women to sit down. "Your parents must be proud. They've created a couple of masterpieces."
The girls giggled. Tom realized they were young, barely old enough to drink. Their makeup and clothes had concealed their age from a distance. Close up, they looked like a couple of cheerleaders dressed up in mommy's clothes. He began to wonder if Dick knew what he was .doing.
Dick seemed to sense Tom's skepticism. "You'll never guess what these two ladies do for a living." He sucked smugly on his cigarillo and waved for the waiter.
Tom pretended he was thinking very hard. "Babysit?" he asked. "Sling hamburgers at Dunibo's?"
The girl called Sherry piped up: "You think we're a couple of kids, don't you? Well, I've got news for you, bud ... Gerry and I were making our own way when you were probably still going to college." Her tone was aggressive, but not angry. Obviously this was not the first time she had had to explain herself and her right to play with the big guys.
Dick grinned at his friend. He was obviously enjoying the dressing down Sherry was giving him. "They're strippers," he Said. "And in the daytime, they work in a massage parlor."
Tom's interest quickened. He had never met professionals on a casual basis before. He sized them up more closely. On closer inspection, the little lines of experience were there. Sherry and Gerry did not look soft and breakable. "Sorry I misjudged you girls. I'd like to hear about your work. Sounds fascinating. By the way, you're off duty right now, aren't you?" He had no intention of paying for his pleasure this evening. There was too much amateur talent around for that.
The younger one Gerry, eyed him scornfully "Hey, man ... would we try to con you? When it's business, it's business. Tonight's pleasure. We don't like to con nobody."
"Satisfied, buddy?" The drinks had arrived and Dick reached into his pocket to pay for them. He turned to the girls when the waiter had gone. "You'll have to excuse Tom. He works with bullshit all the time, so he expects it in his private life, too. When you're used to conning, you expect to get conned."
The girls seemed to understand this line of reasoning.
"Yeah, we get it."
"Sure, it's a tough world, but not everybody's out to get you." Gerry reached out and patted Tom's hand as he reached for his drink.
Tom wasn't sure he liked Dick's crack about his profession. He knew people tended to scoff at advertising, but Tom took it seriously. Dick was almost as much involved in the business as he was, but the older man obviously refused to take it seriously. He sized Dick up critically and decided he was not going to feel insulted. Dick had not meant any harm. He was one of those people who saw life as a big game.
"If we're going to be here anyway, we may as well enjoy ourselves." Dick was explaining his philosophy of life to the girls. Tom decided to come off his high horse and get in on the fun. After all, the girls were very attractive and over the age of consent. The evening had definite possibilities. Tom didn't have much in common with Gerry and Sherry. But he was sure, in the right circumstances, they could learn to get along just fine. For one night anyway.
"Hey, you guys must have a lot of bucks!" Gerry did not beat around the bush, on any subject.
Torn grinned. "Enough to get by. But we don't live in Manor Hills, if that's what you mean."
"No ... I just mean ... well, you look like class. You live here in town?"
"Yeah, sure."
She smiled suggestively. "How's about inviting us over to your place? We can ... talk better when we're alone."
Dick leaned over and kissed the young blonde full on the mouth. Then he turned to Tom. "Well, she passes the taste test. What do you say?"
The women giggled. "You guys are a riot."
Tom realized it was Dick who was the funny man, but he was flattered to be included in the women's admiring glances. Tom tended to forget the kind of effect he had on women. It had been so long since he had followed up on any of their come-ons.
He made a proposal. "You know what I think would be fun? Why don't we go to the Royal Oaks and take a room for the night? It'd be like taking a vacation."
Dick patted him on the shoulder. "Great idea, buddy. We could order up a champagne breakfast tomorrow. How does that sound?"
Sherry raised her eyes and smiled. "In other words, you're married."
Tom was embarrassed. "Well ... yeah, we are. But our wives aren't the kind who would object ... "
"They never are!" Gerry spoke as though she were overwhelmed by the vast load of experience she had had in the area of married men. "But it's okay, guys. We've got nothing against it if you want to get a little on the side. One man isn't enough for either of us."
"Sure. It's not natural for men to be mogonanimous." Sherry blew the words, but she had the right idea.
They drove over to the hotel in Tom's BMW. The clerk asked no questions when they ordered a double suite for the night, with no luggage.
"Great idea, the sexual revolution," Dick quipped as they rode the elevator to the ninth floor. "A guy doesn't even hive to bother carrying around a fake wedding band any more. They don't care if you're married or not." He bent down and gave Gerry a long, searching kiss.
"Say, that was dynamite!" She looked over at Tom. "You guys are really something, you know? You're both good-looking enough to be in the movies or something."
Dick grinned at her. "My wife would never permit it. She doesn't mind if I fuck around, but she doesn't like me to get mail from strange women. She's terrified of intellectual intimacy." He looked at the girls who were giggling hilariously. "Well, I try!"
Tom ordered up a bottle of whisky as soon as they arrived in the room. It arrived within minutes. He poured them all a generous glassful. Then the four of them sprawled on the bed, just within touching distance.
The men were full enough now of whisky and high spirits to want to get things moving onto a more intimate level. It was heady stuff, lying so close to two beautiful unknown women. They looked at each other across the women.
"Ready, Tom?"
"Ready, Dick."
They grabbed the girls and started to undress them. They put up mock resistance, while making sure that the men had no trouble undoing their zippers or unfastening their bras. In a matter of moments they were naked - two lush, well-rounded lovelies with matching blonde vees between their legs. In the hilarity of the struggle they had rolled into distinctly unladylike positions. Sherry's legs were wide-splayed. Dick pinned her down to keep her that way.
"Nothing nicer than a natural blonde!" He licked his lips roguishly. "I'd like a taste of that, my beauty."
"Oh sir, be my guest!" She rolled her eyes in imitation of a silent movie heroine. Then she broke into peals of laughter. The laughter shifted into an earthy squeal as Dick leaned down and sucked tentatively on her vulnerable cunt-mound. "Oooohh ... I'll take more of that!" she told him.
Gerry and Tom watched the others for a moment. Both were becoming aroused by what they saw. Gerry had her own ideas about what she wanted to do. She prodded the big man playfully. "Come on ... I'm naked. Take your clothes off!"
Tom looked deep into her wide sultry eyes and immediately began to strip. "Never could say 'no' to a lady." As soon as he was naked he took a long dive at her. She shifted gracefully. He missed her. Gently she rolled him over onto his back and took his hard cock into her hand.
"Mmmm ... it's a nice one! I can hardly wait to get a taste of this." Impulsively, she bent down and took his whole throbbing cock-length deep into her throat. She began to bob her head up and down over it. Her tongue and lips worried Tom into a groaning peak of ecstasy. There was no doubt that this girl could earn her living sucking cocks. She was damned good at it!
Tom stared down at her in lusty admiration. "Jeez ... you're fantastic, Gerry! Shit, I've never had a headjob like this in my life!" He began to thrust his hips up to meet her engulfing mouth-strokes. She had no difficulty taking all his cock deep into her throat, even at this frantic pace. The woman was a genuine pro.
Dick raised his head for a moment from between Sherry's wide-splayed thighs. "Hey, man ... you're getting it good! She looks like she's really enjoying herself!" His voice shook with excitement. In another instant, his head was buried against the blonde's twat. He taunted her clitoris with his tongue-tip, then licked all the way along her fleshy pussylips as far down as her asshole. She trembled abandonedly beneath him. Her hands wound in his hair, egging him on. Though his cock ached for attention, he determined to give her just a little more - to make her beg for his big cock.
Tom was intensely aware of Sherry lying next to him, moaning out her ecstasy. He realized Dick was bringing the woman to a fever pitch of depraved arousal. The thought struck him that his-own wife had experienced this man's mouth on her twat. He remembered that Ann might at this very moment be writhing under some man's tongue or cock.
The thought gave him a momentary twinge of something he could not Name. Then the uncomfortable feeling passed and he was hotter than he had ever been in his life. He wanted to luck this young bitch sucking his cock. And he wanted to fuck her now!
He sat up and grabbed her, throwing her down onto the mattress. He helped her scramble up into a kneeling position. He wanted to take her doggie fashion. "Come on, baby!" he moaned impatiently. "I want to fuck you!"
Gerry's excitement matched his. She thrust her ass high, into the air and groaned for him to do it to her. He guided his pulsing cock toward her inviting pussy-furrow and shoved deep up inside.
"Aaaieeee!" The young blonde wailed like a banshee. Immediately, her ass waved back into the air at him, beckoning him to come into her again and again and again. He shoved as deep and as hard as he could, filling her to bursting with his palpitating organ. The way her pussy-walls closed around his cock on each instroke made him grunt with excitement.
"Mmmpphhh!" Tom drew his breath in sharply. "It's a sweet little pussy, baby! Feels great!"
Dick tried to keep his mouth on Sherry's twat and his eyes on the urgent coupling between Tom and Gerry. It wasn't easy. His own prick was aching to be buried in a hole soft and wet and clinging. He stuffed his tongue recklessly up into Sherry's cunt and pinched her thighs with his fingertips. His tongue vibrated inside her, making her quiver in ecstasy.
"Uuuuuhhh! ... Oooohh!" Listening to her sister wailing in orgiastic bliss convinced Sherry that what she really needed was something to spread her wide open. She was too hot now for trifling. She wanted cock. "Fuck me, Dick! Oooohh ... fuck me!"
That was what the older man wanted to hear. "Okay baby ... get onto hands and knees, like your sister! I'll be right with you!" He stood up and started unbuckling his pants. While she waved her round white ass at him like a flag to a bull, he ran his fingers deftly over his cock. He couldn't take his eyes or his mind off the intriguing little pucker at her anus. That was where he wanted her. A woman with her kind of experience shouldn't have any trouble taking that. He spit on his fingers and rubbed the saliva over his prick. Then he kneeled on the bed.
Tom shifted Gerry around a little on the bed so they could both watch Dick shoving his cock into Sherry's wet waiting pussy. The older sister was quaking and moaning, scarcely able to contain her excitement until the moment when Dick would fill her cunt with his thick swollen cock-shaft.
They watched Dick guide his prick in between her trembling buttocks. They watched him press lightly on the tight-clenched ring of her sphincter. It was then they knew what was really going to happen. Sherry figured it out at about the same time.
"Oh no, not in my ass! You're too big! You'll kill meeee!"
Tom thought it strange that, though her words expressed fear, she continued to invite Dick with her squirming ass-cheeks. It would appear that she wanted what he wanted to give her as much as he did.
Dick was relentless. He shoved a finger deep into Sherry's asshole' and smiled as she squirmed helplessly on his impaling digit. "Relax, baby! Open wide and let me in!"
Her ass kept right on wiggling. Tom was sure the look in her eyes was more titillation than fear. "You're going to hurt me, Dick! Don't hurt me, Dick!"
"Oh, Sherry! Sherry!" Gerry seemed genuinely afraid for her sister. But she continued to hunch her cunt back along Tom's stroking cock. Her excitement never faltered. Her pussy was wet and welcoming as ever. She watched awestruck as Dick led his cock-head to Sherry's asshole and pulled his finger out of the little passage. She looked back and forth from his cock to his face, that was distorted with lust.
"Aaaagggghhhh! .. . Ooooohhhhh!" Dick's cock was working its way steadily. right on up into Sherry's clenching rectum. Her cries betrayed the conflict that was going on in the young woman. She couldn't decide whether she was experiencing pleasure or pain.
Tom held his cock motionless inside Gerry's clinging cunt while Dick buried his prick deep in her sister's asshole. He was totally awestruck by what the older man was doing. He had never seen a woman take it in the ass before. He had thought it would hurt them too much. It was clear, though, that Sherry was struggling to take all the man's cock deep in her anus. Her face was slack with lust, with the titillating degradation being heaped upon her.
Sherry had taken a cock in her ass before, but never one this big. She didn't think she'd be able to do it. But once she got over the fear, she found her ass did the rest. It took all his palpitating organ deep up inside. It felt good. "Uuuuhh ... do-it to me! Fuck my ass, Dick! Fuck me!"
That was exactly what Dick intended to do. Once he had that hot dinging flesh encasing his member in rousing stimulation, he had to fuck, to work out the excitement flashing through his whole body. He stroked rhythmically in and out, relishing each strong caress on his stiff cock. He looked over at his amazed friend. "Feels good, Tom! Uuuubh, jeez!"
The two friends began to fuck in earnest. Their cocks flew in and out of the heated holes in front of them. The two-women moaned and shrieked in wanton ecstasy. Both were beside themselves. They were turned on by the sheer depravity of taking part in a lewd orgy with strangers like this.
"Oooohh, Tom! My pussy feels sooo good!"
"Do it to me, Dick! Fuck my ass!"
It was not long before the excitement became too much for any of them to take. One after another, they yielded to the urgent call of orgasm.
Gerry was first "Oooohh shit, I'm cumming!" Her ass ground salaciously back at Tom's loins. She watched in helpless ecstasy as her sister came.
"Oooobhhbh! Jee-zuz-z-z-z!"
The men let go almost simultaneously. One after another, they filled the sisters with hot roiling sperm.
When it was over, they all had to take a breather. They lay still, a mass of arms and legs and flaccid cocks until their breathing again became regular. Until reality loomed in on them.
"Hey, let's do it again," Gerry suggested cheerfully. The men looked at each other and laughed. They had a night's work cut out for them.
Chapter Eleven
It was a lazy Sunday morning. Ann and Tom both had hangovers from the party they had attended the night before. Once again, it had been a wild orgy. But this time, neither of them had had any doubts or hesitations.
They had had a wonderful time. They hadn't even seen each other all evening.
As usual, Ann was the first one awake. She looked over at her handsome husband, still blissfully lost in the land of dreams. The two of them had come a long way together in the last little while. Sometimes Ann wasn't even sure they were the same people.
She remembered the days when they had been enough for each other. She wondered vaguely what had changed it so drastically, why they had this constant need now for new lovers, new situations.
Tom opened his eyes. "Hi, honey ... how you doing?" He flinched a little, as though it hurt him to talk.
"Oh ... I'm fine. Just thinking about the good old days."
"Wishing they were here again?"
"No ... no, of course not. We're not the same people any more. We never can be again." Her voice broke. She struggled for control.
"That bother you, honey?" He put an arm around her. "You know you're still my best girl, don't you?"
She drew the rein on nostalgia. She slapped Tom's knee. "Sure, I know. Why don't I get us both a pick-me-up, to ease our big heads?"
"Good idea, baby." He watched her shapely ass move across the room. His cock throbbed with desire. As usual after an orgy, he was horny ... or not horny exactly, just sexy. He wanted to fuck his wife. And he thought this might be a good time to try it in her ass. He had been wanting to try it ever since the night with Dick and the girls.
Ann came in with two bloody Mary's and the morning paper. They drank in silence and read for a while. The alcohol relaxed their heads and stimulated their bodies. They began to caress each other absently as they read. Then they flung the paper aside and investigated each other's bodies in earnest.
"Oh, Tom ... "Ann was planting little kisses all over his belly and loins. "You're still the sexiest man I know. And the best-looking!"
"You're Number One, in my book too, honey!" He grunted excitedly as Ann's tongue found the tip of his cock. She began to lick the bulbous glans with a taunting, light touch. It was excruciating pleasure.
He reached out for her and swung her around so her blonde-furred pussy was looking right at him. Her pink cunt-lips and hooded clitoris beckoned the attentions of his tongue. He licked up and down her pussy-flanges with the same feather-light touch she was using on him. The effect on Ann was electrifying.
"Mmmmm! Oh, Tom darling, it's sooo good like that! I love you to eat me, baby!" She took all his swollen cock in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down over him. His organ grew larger the more she sucked on him. It felt like iron between her lips - sensual, fleshy iron. A little drop of fluid escaped from the tip of his cock. She swallowed it hungrily. The taste fed her lust. Her head bobbed more frenziedly over his turgid rod.
"Jeez! Suck it, baby!" Tom fed his cock deep into her throat. The warm wet caresses of her lips incited him to more strenuous efforts between her thighs. He lapped hungrily at her clitoris, her cunt-lips, and then her asshole.
"Aaaaiiiieee! Oh, Tom!" Her husband had never done this to Ann before. She loved having her asshole tongue-stimulated. To have her own Tom doing it for her was intensely exciting. She spread her legs far apart so he could assault her little puckered hole at will.
Tom was encouraged by Ann's response to his first tentative probes at her asshole. Titillated by the depravity of kissing her there, he stuck his tongue into the sphincter and wriggled it around. Ann's writhing response told the young husband that she was ripe for a more filling penetration.
He reached down and stuck a finger deep into her cunt. When, it was well-coated with her juices he prodded it against her anus. She relaxed and the finger soared deep inside. Ann gyrated her ass enthusiastically, massaging herself on the lewdly penetrating finger. "AAAgggghhhh! It's good, Tom! It's good!"
While he lunged his cock deep into her mouth, Tom fucked her asshole with his finger until the passage felt open and ready. Then he pulled out of her and turned her over onto her belly. "Come on, baby! Kneel for me! I want to screw you from behind!"'
Ann followed his directions unquestioningly. She wanted his cock deep up inside her pussy at least as much as he wanted to put it there. She crouched down on her hands and thrust her ass high in Tom's direction. She was giving him an easy target.
Tom kneeled up behind her and guided his swollen cock up into her welcoming pussy. He flicked steadily in and out for several strokes, until his prick shone with her juices. She moaned, greedily beneath him and wriggled her ass at him encouragingly.
Without warning, Tom pulled his prick from her pussy and shoved it against the tiny puckered hole of her anus. Her sphincter resisted for a moment, then, taken by surprise, it relented. Her husband's penis slipped right on up inside her virgin asshole.
"Aaaiiieee! Stop it, Tom! No! Not there! You're killing me!" She tried to scramble away from him, but he held her firmly. He remembered Sherry and the way her fear had turned to pleasure. He wanted the same pleasure for his wife. And for himself. Her asshole clutched his cock like nothing ever had. It was so goddamned tight. It thrilled him to have his cock in her there.
Ann couldn't believe what her husband was doing to her. She didn't think Tom hated her, but he must hate her to do something like this to her. She had never known such agonizing discomfort. Her asshole felt like it was being torn in two. "Stop, Tom! You've got to stop!"
Tom had expected it to stop hurting by now. He was worried, but he kept moving his cock slowly in and out of his wife's asshole. "Relax, baby! Just relax! You can take it! I don't want to hurt you!"
Convinced now that nothing could stop her husband from the depraved course he had chosen, Ann concentrated all her willpower on relaxing. It was her only choice. She didn't want any more of the pain. It was unbearable. She made herself limp, and whimpered and groaned out her protests.
The taunting squeezes her asshole was giving his cock were driving Tom out of his mind with excitement. He established a deep steady fucking rhythm in and out of her nether chamber. He had never known anything could be this good. His cock was throbbing with a passion so intense, it was almost pain. "Baby, your asshole feels good, really it does! I love fucking you in the ass!"
His obscene words penetrated to the darkest side of Ann's libido. She was being fucked in the ass! By her own husband! He was taking joy from her pain! The thought of her own servile debasement made her quiver excitedly. Carefully at first, she started to thrust back against him. Then her response became more active.
"Oooohhhh!" she cried, tears streaming down face. "Ooohh, yesss! Do it to me, Tom darling! I like it in the ass! I like it!"
Her eager reaction snapped something in Tom. His incredible wife was learning to take it in the ass. .He was doing it to her. it felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his life. He shoved `his tumescent prick deep into her, again and `again and again. She wailed with passion. Her shapely ass-cheeks wriggled salaciously back at him on every instroke.
"Ooooobhh! Aaaggghhh! God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her orgasm was totally unexpected. It swept over her, like a flash flood, left her quivering in sated exhaustion before Tom's rampaging member.
Tom couldn't believe it. No sooner had Ann learned to like it, than she had learned to cum from being fucked in the ass. His prick swelled at the thought. His heavy balls seemed to hang heavier as he struggled to relieve them of their surging load.
"Oh jee-zuz, baby! Jee-zuz, I love fucking your sweet ass!" He could feel his hot fluids roiling up to the surface. They overflowed, filled her asshole while she writhed out a second orgasm.
"God, Tom! I don't believe it! Aaahhh!"
Their climaxes had exhausted them. They lay side by side for a long while, letting their thoughts wander. Ann wondered what it would be like to have some other man - maybe Dick - fuck her in the ass. Now that she knew how good it was, she wanted to try it again and again.
Tom, too, regretted how long it had taken him to discover this erotic little hole. He was eager to try it on other women - even to try fucking a woman there while someone else fucked her cunt.
When their eyes at last met, they flushed with embarrassment. Their old morality was working again, momentarily. Neither one of them felt quite right about lying with their spouse and thinking about being with others.
"What are you thinking, baby?" Tom stroked his wife's blonde hair gently.
"Oh nothing special. You?"
"Nothing special."
By mutual consent they picked up the paper and resumed their reading. It seemed there was nothing to say.
Chapter Twelve
Ann was lying on the living room couch, drinking a Scotch on the rocks on a hot midsummer Sunday. Tom sat by the window, reading the paper ... or at least pretending to read the paper. Ann noticed he was spending more time looking out the window toward the next yard than reading.
"Something interesting out there?" Her voice was casual, but she felt irritated. Tom had turned into a real womanizer. It seemed every time his attention was diverted, it was by a nice set of tits or a wriggling ass. Ann was bored by it. More than that, it made her feel insecure. She wanted more of her husband's attention than she was getting.
She didn't feel married anymore. Tom and she were more like roommates who fucked than romantically involved partners-in-life.
"A cute little ass, our new neighbor has." He spoke in an offhanded manner that scarcely recognized Ann's presence. It was as if he was talking to himself.
"Oh really?"
Tom paid no attention to the sarcasm in her tone. "Yeah ... she is a real little cutie all right. And a redhead ... one of my favorite types."
Ann took a long swig of her drink. "Let's face it, Tom. They're all your favorite types."
"And you're not, interested in other men any more, I suppose?"
Ann was immediately ashamed of herself for being peevish. She had wanted her cake to eat too. Now she had it. She had no right to complain. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm just feeling a little grumpy today. I have an awful head."
He came over and sat next to her on the couch. His hand fondled her pussy through her pants. Automatically her cunt humped back up toward him. He grinned. "The day your pussy doesn't start wiggling when I touch it, I'll start worrying."
She giggled. "I'd have to be on my death bed for that to happen. In fact, I don't know if even that would hold me down." She leaned against his shoulder and reached for his cock. "How about giving me a little injection, to make me feel better?"
"You asked for it, baby." He started to pull down his pants. What do you think of the idea of inviting our new neighbors to the party next week?"
Ann's passion wilted. "Her again? ... I don't know, Tom. It's up to you. But she looks pretty innocent to me. Do you think she's ready for it?"
"The way she flashes those big green eyes at me, I'd guess she's ready for anything."
"Well ... there's only one way to find out."
"Yeah ... "
The party was really only a small neighborhood gathering. Very intimate. Dick and Susan, Tom and Ann, and the new neighbors - a young couple, Bill and Sally. Ann felt like a worldly old woman in their presence. They were so naive.
Sally was a shapely redhead, with long bouncy curls. Bill was slender, tall and handsome. Both Susan and Ann paid, him particular attention while the men gathered around Sally.
"How long have you and Sally been married?" Ann asked him.
"Just a year now. Our anniversary was last week." Ann noticed he was hitting the booze pretty hard. She wondered, if he guessed their intentions. On the other hand, he might just be a heavy boozer. There were plenty of those around, even at Bill's age. Ann shuddered; lately she had been wondering if she was turning into a boozer herself. She hit the sauce pretty hard pretty regularly.
"You look like you're pretty happy together." She was fishing.
"Oh yeah, sure. We get along great. Not everything's roses ... but, that's life." Susan had gone into the kitchen to fetch some canapes. Ann leaned closer to Bill. She thought the young man might be someone who looked at life the same way she did. And she was pretty drunk.
"Life's crazy, Bill ... you know that? You think you want one thing ... then you get it, and you wish you had what you had in the first place."
"I know what you mean,"
"Do you, Bill? Do you really?" Ann got up and poured herself another drink. She sat closer to her young neighbor this time. Her knee brushed against his, accidentally on purpose.
"Sure. Sometimes I wish I was still a kid again." She slapped him on the shoulder. "But you are a kid, Bill! You're still so young! You have your whole life in front of you!"
He looked confused. Ann's tipsy conversation was making him nervous. He was afraid she was going to burden him with a confidence. "You're young too, Ann. I don't think you're much older than I am."
She shook her bead sadly. "Not older in years, Bill ... but experience. When you know what I know about life, you feel very old."
"I ... I guess so."
"Do you and your wife know the kind of pitfalls you've got in front of you?" She leaned closer to him. "How's your sex life?"
Bill looked interested. He leaned closer to her. "It's pretty good. Both of us have been thinking, though, that we might like to ... you know ... open our relationship up a little. We're used to having lots of dates and things. It's hard to adjust to one person every night."
Ann sighed. She had been right about the young couple. They were right on the verge of making the same decision she and Tom had made months ago. She wished she could tell them to think it over, to think about how much it means to have someone special, someone whose body means so much more to touch than any other body. She wanted to tell them how lonely it is when all there is to life is investigating body after body, endlessly, aimlessly. But she didn't. Bill was a good-looking young man. `He turned her on more than any man she'd met in a long time. If she turned him off by talking like an old mother hen, she would be passing up a surefire piece of excitement. A whole evenings amusement.
Their conversation was interrupted by a burst of laughter on the other side of the room. Dick, Tom and Sally were enjoying ,a private joke. The men each had a hand on her knee. She was caressing their necks with her fingertips. Ann looked quickly at Bill for his reaction. She saw him swallow hard. She remembered her own confusion the night of her first orgy. Her hand reached for his and squeezed. He looked gratefully at her.
"You're not surprised, are you?" she asked him. "You were expecting something to happen tonight, weren't you?"
His hand was holding fiercely onto hers. "I figured from things Dick and Tom said to me that you people were into `swinging'. We bad lots of fun this afternoon, speculating about what might happen tonight."
"You're not sorry you came, are you?" Ann searched out his lips and kissed him hard. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and tangled with his. When again she looked up at him, her eyes shone with promise.
He began to stroke her breasts through her dress. "No ... I'm not sorry. I'm glad. It's just that first cold shock when you jump into the water that's hard."
Ann nodded. "That's right." She was enjoying the feel of his fingers exploring her breasts. She stood up and began to remove her dress. "You know? I think it's time somebody got this party on the road!" When she was naked, Dick and Tom looked over at her and cheered loudly. Ann bowed to their wolf calls. She sat down in front of Bill and cupped her breasts in her hands.
"What do you think of my titties?" she asked. He replied by leaning forward and sucking on first one and then the other hard little bud.
Ann looked over at the others to see if they were watching. She saw Sally giving them a long anxious glance. Then the redhead turned toward the other men and began to remove her blouse. Ann felt a little pang of excitement. Another orgy virgin was about to sacrifice herself to the wolves. She felt her cunt spasm hotly as Dick and Tom each took a nipple and sucked hungrily on Sally's breasts.
Bill's mouth on her fits was setting up lusty little darts of desire that beamed through Ann's eager naked body. She began to pull on his clothing, urging him to get naked, too, so they could get down to serious business.
The young man hesitated a moment, looked over at where his now naked wife was lying under the probing hands of his two neighbors. Then, with new resolution, he pulled off his shirt and his pants.
Ann inspected his cock, fondled it gently. It was already almost hard. Obviously the sight of his wife playing with two other men was turning Bill on, whether he liked it or lot. Ann kneeled down and took his cock-head in her mouth. She sucked the mushroom tip into full hardness. Then she stabbed and licked at it as though it were a delicious piece of candy - an all-day sucker. It was just at that point that Susan's voice interrupted her.
"Well, I guess nobody's particularly interested in eating right now."
Ann looked up at her friend. Her eyes grew large when she saw that Susan was already naked, with a big dildo strapped around her loins! She looked like some weird potent male with tits. "What the ... " She started to speak but Susan interrupted her.
"I've been wanting to screw you for a long time, Ann honey! I finally found myself a way I can do it!" She fondled the dildo lewdly. "This should feel good."
At once, Ann's whole body began to quiver with lusty anticipation. This was a new perversion - something she had never tried before. A woman was going to fuck her, with a big, obscene-looking rubber dick. It was totally depraved! Ann wanted it to happen! She would do anything for a sexual thrill. She obeyed wordlessly when Susan raised her onto hands and knees, ready for penetration.
Bill could not believe his eyes. This was more exciting than a wet dream, to have one woman fucking another right in front of him. His cock jerked to rock-hardness as, once again, Ann took it into her mouth and began to suck. This was-going to be one, hell of a weird threesome. He was going to be initiated into the orgy life with a bang.
He looked over at his wife. She was watching him, while Tom prepared to sit her down on Dick's upthrusting cock. Dick was lying on his back, his face a mask of lust as he watched his wife's lascivious assault on Ann. Bill realized his own wife, too, was intensely stimulated by the sight of Susan preparing to screw Ann. Sally was no shrinking victim. She was titillated by the raunchy scene around her.
"Uuuuuhhh!" All eyes were on Ann as she took the big dildo deep into her greedy pussy. She sucked avidly on Bill's cock while Susan established a deep-penetrating rhythm far into her vagina. Her ass-cheeks thrust back to meet the brunette's every instroke. She was obviously intensely amused by the debauched act she was participating in. Bill could tell by the hungry way she sucked his cock that she was really into it.
The young husband yielded up the last of his inhibitions when he heard his wife's long lusty moan from the other side of the room. She was riding enthusiastically up and down on Dick's cunt-slickened member. Her hips wriggled salaciously. Her face was contorted with raw desire. She smiled at Bill. It was a smile he scarcely recognized as that of his own familiar wife. She was turning into a new, sexy stranger right before his eyes.
Turning back to what was happening in front of him, Bill found Susan staring hypnotically at him while her hips humped back and forth like those of a man. "Feels good," she moaned. He looked down at the lewd dildo that was now slick with cunt-juice. Overwhelmed with lust, he leaned forward and kissed Susan, while his hands held Ann's head to his palpitating cock.
"Jeez!" he grunted. "Suck me, baby! Suck me!"
"Aaaagggghhh!" The loud shriek was his wife's. Bill's eyes focused, unbelieving, on the scene across the room. Sally was still seated over Dick's impaling prick. But now Tom was kneeling up behind her. Obviously he was screwing her in the ass while Dick filled her pussy. "Jee-zuz!" Bill muttered. He didn't know whether to get up and stop it or not. He felt a wrenching tingle in his loins at the thought of what Sally was taking. But he was also afraid for her.
What he could not decide was whether or not she wanted to be rescued. He could see a struggle going on in her head. The expression on her face alternated between joy and anguish. Even as he was watching, her decision was made. Her face relaxed into an expression of consuming lust. "Fuck meeee!" she wailed. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Jee-zuz ... it feels good-d-d!"
Even Susan and Ann, absorbed as they were in their perverted coupling, could not resist a moment's break to look over at the other threesome.
"Jee-zuz Christ!" Susan was stunned. She had never seen the likes of it. It was doubly impressive for a girl who had never been into group sex before. Obviously Sally was their kind of woman. She was ready for everything she could get.
Ann's cunt throbbed hungrier than ever when she saw what was happening to the young redhead. "Oooohhh! Fuck me, Susan! `Fuck meee! Aaaggghhh! I can't stand, it! It's sooo good! I'm ... I'm cumni-ing-g-g!"
While she rode out the gut-wrenching onslaught of her climax, Ann sucked on Bill's stiff cock. Already highly stimulated by watching his wife's depravity, Bill could resist no more. "Jee-zuz, woman! Shit, I'm cumming too!"
His eyes stared dazedly into Susan's as he pumped his load into Ann's throat. "I'm doing it too!" she told him. She slammed her clitoris hard against Ann's ass, buried the dildo far inside. "Uuuuuhhh!"
It took longer for the other three to give up the wanton pleasure they were deriving from their obscene joyride. At last, though, Sally wailed like an emergency siren. "Aaaiiieee! Oh it's good! It's good! I ... Aaagghhh! I'm cummmmmingg-g!"
Dick muttered hoarsely through clenched teeth. "Look at the little bitch go! Shit! Uuuhh!"
"Fuck, I'm filling her asshole `too! Here it cummms, baby!" Tom collapsed on top of the woman's back, so the threesome were piled on top of one another. Their cum seeped slowly out over belly and thigh. Slowly their breathing returned to normal.
The atmosphere in the room had changed completely. All six orgiasts were feeling raunchy and exuberant. There were no more quiet conversations. The men pinched the women. The women screamed and wriggled. Dick brought out the dope. Ann kept the booze flowing.
"Anyone want a drink?" she asked. "It's going to be a long night. We got to keep up our strength!"
"Gee, it's nice we can all be together!" Susan was the perennial optimist. "Why can't more neighbors learn to enjoy each other like this?"
Ann laughed loudly. "How about a new slogan? 'Keep the peace. Get a piece today.'"
Dick had lit up a cigarillo and was smoking calmly. "Maybe we could get on one of those TV talk shows. We could tell the world about the wonders of group sex ... the up and coming thing. Anybody who's anybody fucks around. What do you think, Tom?"
"The hell with a talk show. We should have our own program ... a situation comedy."
Bill was on their wave-length. "I've got the perfect Name for it. How about `All in the Neighborhood'?"
Ann was still the cynic. "Sure, .why not? Families are obsolete now, anyway."
