As she drove the brand-new convertible through the big gates, Linda Carter knew that she should be very happy. But the feeling of restlessness and excitement that had been alive in her gorgeous body for some time now was throbbing and racing in her being and she could not imagine what was wrong.
She and Bruce had been married for a year. She adored her handsome young husband, and she loved being the very rich Mrs. Bruce Carter III, but even that was not enough anymore. Something was missing and she had to find out what it was.
She pulled up and parked the new car in front of the garages. She was glad that she would not have to listen to all of the good wishes that servants would ordinarily force upon her just because she had a new car. She had told Bruce early in their marriage that she wanted to do her own work and run her own house and Bruce had not argued with her. He never argued with her. Whatever she wanted to do was fine with Bruce.
It was a lazy spring morning and she wished that Bruce could be at home with her for the day, but he had taken the Cessna upstate and he would be busy for most of the day. And when he got home they would shower and change and dine in town and then go looking for something interesting to do.
For some reason, she remembered the morning that she had picked up the hitchhiker and just thinking about that made her skin prickle and she could feel a warmth and inner excitement building up in her loins and that delighted her.
She went into the big, tastefully furnished house that Bruce had inherited from his folks and as she paused for a moment, gazing around her, admiring the beauty of her expensive furnishings, she felt the hot, trickling sensations between her legs and she knew that she had progressed too far. She would have to do something about the burning, seething passions that were alive and bursting in her body now.
For some reason, she was changing. She turned on so easily now, and often had to do something drastic about her blazing loins and fulminating crotch. But, she had now reached the point where she could enjoy what she had to do. Masturbation had no fears for her anymore; she simply used the long, slender vibrator where it would do the most good and spent hours at that sort of thing.
She was nineteen now and Bruce was twenty-three. She was sure that their sex life was dull, unimaginative, and decidedly unsatisfactory.
They had been married for about six months and Bruce had been off on one of his frequent trips. She had gone into town to do some shopping and on the way home she had seen the handsome young man thumbing on the highway so she stopped and let him get into the car.
He was very good-looking, sort of tall and well built. But he was a mouse, a meek and mild young man and his clothes were awful and he was undoubtedly a high school dropout. He was very much impressed by her and when she gave him a big smile and one of her cigarettes, he told her, blushing charmingly, that she was the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen. He was sure that she should be a movie star, he said. She was so much prettier than any that he had seen so far.
That pleased her very much. She knew, of course, that she was very pretty. After all, there had been so many people telling her how lovely she was all of her life. During her high school days she had learned how intensely boys could react to her blonde, Nordic beauty and she took very good care of her person.
Her figure had developed beautifully. She had lovely, firm young breasts that jutted from her chest, sharply pointed bullets of bewitching flesh, and the coral-tipped rosettes and nipples were things of exquisite beauty and sensitivity. Her legs were glorious, everyone said, and her cute little rump was an absolute delight to see, according to Bruce. She was all pink and gold and glorious; a luscious girl and she was aware of it.
The hitchhiker told her that his name was Bernie and he was from the East and was going West to find a job and settle down.
"You must meet all kinds of people when you hitchhike," she said, smiling at him, knowing that she was dazzling him, turning him on, too.
"Sure do, ma'am," he said.
He crushed the cigarette she had given him, then sat back against the cushions. She could see that he was staring at her long, pretty legs, liking what he saw. She could tell quite easily and in her miniskirt and pantyhose she had lots of leg exposed for him to see.
"I guess you run into a lot of sex fiends, too, don't you?" she said conversationally.
The young man shivered and when he turned to look at her she could see that he was blushing. He was just too young and too naive to dissemble so he told her the truth.
"The men are the worst," he said. "I got a ride last night with a big truck driver and he hurt me. He made me do something to him all the while I was riding with him. He made me do it for hours. And I had to swallow it all each time he came."
She stared at the boy and she was suddenly trembling, on fire with raw sexual urges that she could not quite define.
"That's too bad," she said sympathetically.
The boy shrugged and his attitude seemed to suggest that those who hitched rides should accept whatever was thrust upon them. She felt sorry for him and then she felt sorry for herself. She was turned on more intensely than she had ever been and she knew even before her thoughts crystallized that she was going to take the young man home with her.
Bruce would be away for a few days and she would be alone. They had few friends and the big gates kept unwanted guests out anyway, so she knew that she could have the boy stay with her for as long as she might want.
Her mouth was dry and awkward as she smiled at the boy and began making her pitch.
"Are you hungry, Bernie?" she asked.
He nodded and his smile was young and timid and wistful.
"I'm always hungry," he said.
"Didn't that nasty truck driver feed you, Bernie?" she asked, her smile sparkling at him.
"No, ma'am," Bernie said. "He just wanted me to do you know what. He made me do it to him all night long."
She shook her head and her long blonde hair swirled around her shoulders and she knew that it was an alluring sight to a young male. Bernie was a little pale and when she offered him another cigarette from the pack on the seat between them, he took it and lit it with a shaking hand.
"Bernie," she said crisply, "I've made up my mind. I am going to take you home with me and feed you and see if some of my husband's clothes won't fit you. You can take a shower and clean up and eat and rest. Would you like that?"
His big brown eyes were alive with interest and she thought that he was very good-looking when he smiled.
"That's nice of you, ma'am," he said. "But you better just let me out when you turn off. That will be fine."
"Nonsense," she said firmly. "You just sit still and let me do this. I'm taking you home with me and I don't want to hear one more word out of you about it. You understand?"
She had cowed him and that amazed her. He nodded and he was close to tears.
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
She pressed her foot down and the big car raced along in the morning sunlight. When she finally pulled up in front of the big iron gates she could see that her wealth impressed him greatly. She told him how to find the key and unlock the gates and after he locked them again behind them, she teased him a little about what she could do if she chose.
"You see," she said, "if I wanted to keep you a prisoner inside these walls, you would have to stay for as long as I decided. You would be my prisoner. Would you like that?"
He smiled at her, certain that she was just teasing him. She wasn't at all sure that she was teasing him.
He liked her house. He was obviously a poor boy and the magnificence of her home and its furnishings impressed him. She took him into the kitchen and he was certainly hungry. He sat in the breakfast nook and devoured three large sandwiches and a quart of milk. She sat opposite him and gazed at his nice-looking face and she could feel the wetness between her legs, the boiling excitements deep within her loins and she worried that she would not be able to go through the motions of seduction.
It was unbelievably easy. When he finished his milk, she smiled at him, then looked at his clothes and the filth that was in them. "You come upstairs with me," she ordered. "My husband is away for a few days, but I'm sure that I can fit you out in some decent things. You come along with me."
He said yes ma'am and followed her upstairs.
He was about the same size as Bruce and she got out an old shirt and a pair of pants that Bruce didn't wear anymore. Then she got clean shorts and an undershirt from Bruce's bureau and she put everything on the big bed. The boy was standing a few feet from the bed, watching her, adoring her, if the look in his eyes meant anything. She smiled at him as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She was coming with a massive orgasm and it was so wet she was afraid that the sap would run down her legs.
"Take those filthy clothes off," she ordered. "You need a bath, young man."
She spoke to him with mock sternness but he accepted it for the real thing and obeyed her.
He took off his shirt, then dropped his pants and as he stepped out of them she could see that his underwear was dirty and in need of replacement.
"Take everything off," she said. "I am going to give you a good hot bath. You need it. You know that, don't you?" Linda persisted.
He nodded, then took off his undershirt and she could see the firm hard muscles in his back and his shoulders and his chest and the urge to touch him, to rub her hand over his body, was almost overwhelming.
When he hesitated and blushed, she smiled at him and she knew that she was really dazzling him with her beauty.
"I said everything, Bernie," she said. "I like to be obeyed. Especially in my own house."
His face got very red but he pushed his shorts down and she could see the big dangling phallus, the huge, puffy bag of balls beneath and she simply stared. He was built like a mastodon, she thought. The urge to reach out and handle his sexual equipment was too strong to deny. She gazed into his eyes and she crooked her finger at him. He came closer to her and she reached out and began handling his genitals with her little red-tipped hands and the boy shivered. She put her fingers around his harden-cock and then she was holding an immense organ, fiercely erect, already dribbling its sap from the big red knob. He had been circumcised and she was glad of that. He was much larger than Bruce and when she held his stiff cock away from his belly it measured ten inches. They measured it some time later. When she first encountered its magnificence, she simply stared at it, unbelieving, palpitating with wild and unbridled passions.
He was in agony, it seemed. "Don't," he said, his voice a plaintive whimper. "I don't want to make no mess in your nice house. If you handle it much, I will."
She was shivering and too excited to procrastinate.
"I want to suck you off," she said softly. "I will pop you a few times and then it will be all right."
He was shaking as he gazed down into her upturned face. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "Yes, ma'am."
He was almost too big to get into her mouth. She began licking the head of his cock and jerking him off. She managed to get the head of it into her mouth before he started spurting. She was tasting him and it seemed to her that his product was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. He kept on pumping her mouth full of his juice and she realized that his loads were exceptional, too. She lost track of things as she kept swallowing and sucking him. When she finally got her senses back she realized that he was whimpering in pain and she had her sharp nails deeply imbedded into his balls and he was again coming and she had much of his length in her mouth and he was spattering the back of her throat with his spendings. He was trying to push her head away and she realized that she was hurting him with the force of her suction. But she couldn't stop. She was helpless, driven and harried by an appetite that nothing could appease. She reached out and clasped his buttocks and she pulled him onto the bed with her. She slapped his hands as they tried to dislodge her head and then he seemed to relax as his weight settled onto the bed and she continued with her fierce assault upon the wells deep within his body. She kept at him for hours and when she finally quit, it was only because her mouth and jaws ached.
The boy was sitting up in the bed, propped against the pillows and the headboard and he had a soft, happy look on his face. He smiled at her when she finally gazed into his eyes.
"I sure did like that, ma'am," he said. "I really did."
"I'll bet you did," Linda said. She was still shaky and very much turned on. She was handling his cock and it was still stiff and leaking honey from its tip.
"Did you ever fuck a girl?" she asked him.
The way he blushed when she said the naughty word thrilled her and she resolved that he would hear lots of bad language from her because it tickled her to turn him on in that easy way.
He shook his head and the eager, hopeful look on his face made her laugh loud if not long.
She squeezed his stiff cock and he winced.
"You are sure as hell going to fuck a girl now," she said. "I want this beautiful thing in my cunt and in my mouth and in my ass, too, probably. I can't seem to get enough of it."
He was shaking again and she realized that her words were affecting him greatly. She leaned forward and put her palm beneath his chin, then kissed him on the lips. Her own lips brushed his back and forth as she kissed him intermittently while she talked to him.
"Would you like to fuck me, Bernie?" she asked him. She laughed softly as he nodded so quickly that she lost contact with his lips. "I will want you to fuck me, and I will want you to kiss and lick my titties and then you can suck my cunt for me. All growing boys should suck cunt. You agree, don't you?"
He nodded again and then he surprised her.
"I'm really good at that, ma'am," he said. "I been taught."
That surprised her. She sat up straight and gazed into his eyes and she could see that he was smiling very happily.
"Who taught you?" she asked.
He told her then about a very pretty young woman who had been a neighbor to his family and she had hired him to do chores around her house. She worked in a store and she took a liking to him. Then one day he had been inside her house and there was twenty dollars on the kitchen table and she was not at home. He took the money, figuring that anybody could take it and she could not know who was guilty.
"But she caught me and was going to tell my folks and call the police and I just went crazy begging her not to do that. I promised I would do anything that she could ever ask and she made me sign a confession that she would use if I was the least bit disobedient or reluctant to do as she wanted me to do."
Linda reached for her cigarettes and when she moved her legs she could feel the wetness and the slipperiness between her thighs. Her pants and her pantyhose were soaked and she would have to get out of them soon, but listening to the things that Bernie was telling her was extremely exciting and she wanted to hear it all.
"Millie, that was her name, was kind of mean about things," Bernie said. "She would make me do things around her house, things that a boy should not have to do. She would make me wash her hose and her underthings and sweep and vacuum and like that. It got so that she wanted me at her place whenever she was home. One night she asked me to take off her shoes and when I was at her feet, she smiled down at me kind of funny and she asked me if I could take her stockings off without ruining them. Then she pulled up her dress and I could see that she didn't have any pants on and she had lots of hair there. It got me all excited and she made me take her stockings off and then she sort of looked at me funny and giggled, then she said that I was her slave, her very own vassal, and because she had my confession she could send me to jail but she wouldn't if I did what she told me to do and did it just the way she wanted it done."
Bernie told her then how Millie had told him that he could please her very much if he learned how to relieve her tensions. She opened her legs, then she parted the lips of her sexual organ with her fingertips, telling him to lick her slit and then suck her till she spent. She taught him how to use his tongue on her clit and the very first time she came in his mouth, he discovered that he loved the taste of her juices and he became a very willing convert and vassal.
"Millie would come home from work and she liked me to be waiting for her. She would sit down and let me take her pants off and then I would relieve her for hours. And, if I made her come too quickly, she would punish me. She had a cat-o'-nine-tails and she would make me bend down and take my pants down and she would really give me what for with that. I was very careful how I did it for Millie because she was really brutal with the whips."
Linda listened to him with a mounting excitement building and overflowing in her loins and she smiled at him with bubbling joy and anticipation.
"You can do it for me, too," she said. "And I will whip you brutally if you don't do things exactly as I wish you to do them. Now, tell me more, what else did she do to you?"
The boy reported that Millie had been quite blatant about exposing herself for his benefit, and she persuaded him to shave all of the pubic hair from her crotch and thereafter he was in charge of her sexual parts, to keep them clean and dainty and well tended at all times.
"It was all right," Bernie explained, "and I really liked Millie but when she started going with Freddy, it was even nicer than before.
Linda was puzzled about the matter of reciprocity involved in the boy's relationship with the older girl.
"Didn't she ever do anything to you?" she asked.
Bernie shook his head. "There wasn't any need to. I'd come just amusing her. After a while, she would buy rubbers and put one on me before she let me suck her. Because I would sure pop off several times when I was doing her. But, after Freddy came, we used to do lots of things. She told Freddy about her and me right away and he watched me doing her. He screwed her and they made me do her right afterwards and it was all right, but then she made me suck Freddy off and I had to do that lots of times. Once Freddy saw the size of my cock he wanted me to screw him up the ass and I liked doing that to him. Millie would be sucking him while I was screwing him and she was always looking at me while she was sucking on him and I liked that best of all, I guess."
He went on to tell her that his folks had finally suspected that he was being used for sexual fun and games and they began asking him questions all the time so he finally ran away. Now he was going West where he would live a nice life and try to be happy.
Linda kissed him, sweetly, gently. "You can stay a couple of days with me here and we can have some fun. When you have to go I will give you some money and some clean clothes and everything else that you might need and you will do just fine, I'm sure. Now, let's get on to the other things, shall we?"
She took him into the bathroom, mainly because she could smell him and once she had taken the edge off her powerful sexual urges, she wanted him to be clean and fresh and she told him to scrub himself and he obeyed her. She sat on the edge of the toilet, watching him as he showered with the big door open and when he saw that she was looking at his genitals his magnificent cock became erect and eager.
"Take your time, Bernie," she told him. "I will join you. I need a shower, too."
She stood up and he watched her with his eyes practically popping out of his head. She was looking at him, too, and it pleased her to see his cock spurting all over the walls when she bared her splendid breasts. She peeled off her pantyhose and panties and they were soaked and she stuffed the whole mess into the hamper. She smiled as she saw his gaze riveted to her smooth, hairless crotch. When she stepped into the shower and closed the door his cock was still spurting.
She hugged him close to her and told him to soap her body. He began doing it and she liked the feel of his hands on her tingling breasts. When he put his big fingers into her fevered slit, she came and had to clutch him and hold on for dear life while the rigorous tremors of a massive convulsion shook her entire body and forced her loins into exceptional production. She lost control of herself and knew that she was wetting all over her legs but she just didn't care, the water was washing everything away anyway. When he held her buttocks in his palms and lifted her body slightly, she could feel the glorious sensations of ecstasy as his massive organ began sliding up inside of her body. She could actually feel her tissues expanding and when he had it all inside of her she felt like something was shutting off her wind and her belly was ruptured, but the pure ecstasies that she felt as he began fucking her overshadowed any minor discomforts.
He was sliding himself in and out, holding her to him while the water cascaded down upon them, and she was sliding all over his chest and clinging to him with a frantic grip that kept slipping. Her body was in motion constantly and that seemed to contribute to the thrills that she was feeling within her depths and she began to experience an orgasm that just wouldn't quit.
The sensations of having a woman impaled upon his prick affected the boy apparently. He staggered out of the shower stall with her still squirming and prancing on his cock. She could sense that they were both wet and slippery down there and she managed to get out two words, "The bed," and then he was lumbering across her expensive broadloom and she was clinging to him, squirming all over his body. He settled her on the bed and climbed on top of her. His first thrust put her into orbit. He was plunging into depths of her being that had never been touched before and she could feel a wild, blazing, tearing sensation. Then she was screaming in purest ecstasy while the boy plunged in and out of her with pistonlike speed and when he came in her she could feel the spattering drops of his sap assaulting her innermost flesh like bullets from a machine gun.
She crested, too, and it dawned on her, eventually, that the wild, shrill yells that were all around them came from her. But she didn't care. She lay beneath him, feeling his weight on top of her, aware that he was resting, gathering his forces for another orbit. Then he was sliding in and out and she was soaring and building and it went on and on. Sensations that she had never even imagined thrilled her and brought a brand-new sense of serenity into her being.
They spent the day in earnest and excited screwing and she persuaded the boy to spend a few days with her. He was timid, worried about her husband but she was able to calm his fears.
Bruce called her just before she and Bernie were ready to sit down to dinner and he explained to her that he would be away for at least three days, perhaps four. With her hand on Bernie's stiff cock and her loins roiling and seething with new lusts, she just didn't care. She let Bernie hear Bruce repeat what he had to say and she was pleased to see that the boy was able to relax then. She was especially sweet to Bruce, and she told him a dozen times that she loved him deeply and earnestly and it was true. She did love him, and the things that she and Bernie were able to do were simply something apart and totally unrelated to Bruce and his inherited affluences and life with her.
When Bruce hung up she was filled with a sudden surge of exceptional passions and she began to salivate, drooling for the taste of Bernie's cock in her mouth. She knelt quickly and found it, then she was sliding her mouth down over its tip and her one hand grasped the long staff and began jerking it up and down while her other hand began tickling and plucking at the big balls that were dangling beneath his crotch. He was quick and responsive, interested in her and the goodies that she was exposing in her nudity. Somehow, they wound up in a frantic wrestling match that finally evolved into a lengthy and charming sixty-nine.
When their passions eased somewhat they were able to eat a cold dinner, but neither of them cared. Linda was entranced and enchanted by the opportunity to have her very willing and inexhaustible stud for a little while. Bernie had no purpose at the moment other than to amuse her and thrill her and delight her in any way that she might suggest.
She was inventive and they spent the evening in her big bed. She was able to shiver and squirm delightedly as he pushed himself into her again and again. He was willing, eager to please, and glad that he could be able to do all of the things that she might desire from him.
She was a glutton, she knew, using him and his splendid prong again and again, then allowing him to lick and suck her cunt during the periods when he had to replenish his store of energy and sap.
When they bedded down for the night, she sucked his cock, forcing him into new and deeper anguish but he tried nobly to accommodate her and he never did fail her. She became extremely expert with her tongue and her clinging, sucking mouth. She was insatiable, constantly at him, emptying him and forcing him, until she finally became too tired to continue.
She slept and tasted him as soon as she woke. He was completely refreshed, ready and eager to spend another day of frenzied thrustings and passionate efforts and she used him again. Perhaps, because she knew that she would have to send him on his way soon, she was especially eager to enjoy him in every possible way, sucking him off, licking and kissing him until he achieved a new and more remarkable splendor, then she wanted him inside of her and he fucked her fiercely and ruthlessly, and when she was eased somewhat in her vaginal canal, she wanted his huge organ in her asshole and she thrilled anew with a brand-new, usually neglected set of nerves and ecstasies. Afterward they showered and sat and talked and smoked cigarettes until their loins stirred again and began clamoring for more excitement and unbridled pleasures for the single-minded duo.
She kept him with her for three days and nights and she drained him dry before she took him out onto the highway on the morning of the fourth day.
He was wearing some of Bruce's clothes and he had a hundred dollars of her money in his pockets. She kissed him good-bye, wishing that it didn't have to be that way, but Bruce was coming home in a few hours and she would pick him up at the local airport and take him home and do nice things for him.
"You must never call me or come to see me again," she told the boy with great solemnity. "Not ever. You hear?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, with a shy smile. "But, I will sure keep you in mind. I sure will think about you."
"I'll bet you will," Linda said. She kissed him again and then let him out of the car. She drove up the highway to a turnaround and when she drove back toward her home she saw that he had disappeared. Someone had picked him up already, she assumed.
She thought about the boy as she drove home and all the while that she was cleaning house and putting things to rights, she thought about her stolen idyll with Bernie and she questioned the wisdom of sending him away forever. After all, she could have been clever about things.
She could have arranged to keep him near so that his splendid cock was always available.
Then she thought about the benefits of being the very rich Mrs. Bruce Carter and she knew that sending the boy away had been the right thing to do.
Thinking about it now, she could remember the pleased reactions she had induced in Bruce when they made love right after his return home. Bruce loved getting sucked off, probably more than anything else and when she did it for him, he was amazed by her sudden expertise. From then on, he was always after her to do it more frequently.
Usually, when they woke in the mornings, Bruce would let her suck him off to start with, then they would shower and while they were having a fine time feeling each other up, he would bury his cock in her cunt and they would wind up fucking savagely on the floor or the bed or wherever they happened to be at the moment that their passions blotted out all other senses.
She would be fine for a while after Bruce went off to work and then the familiar yearnings would begin itching in her loins and she would begin to seethe and boil. When the blazing, searing sensations began she would simply masturbate and keep it up until some of the torments within her ceased.
Bruce was sympathetic about things. She told him about herself, and they talked things over at length one night.
"I was all right until I began sucking your cock," she told him, a bit mournfully. "That did something to me, and I get so turned on when you leave me, I practically strain my wrist taking care of my needs. I wish you could spend more time with me."
He explained that he would like to spend more time with her, too, but he simply could not.
"Maybe I could hire a handsome young boy to keep you company," he said, teasing. "That way you would have a nice big cock handy whenever you might want it."
She grinned at him. "Let's try that, shall we?"
He didn't say any more about the matter for a day or two, then he brought home the mechanical dildos and the battery-operated vibrators and she stared at them, not at all sure that they would be much help. But, surprisingly, they were and she used them all the time now.
She was going to use them now. She loved her new car and she loved her husband but she was really turned on something wild and just thinking about Bernie and the lovely time that she had known with him was doing awful things to her. She closed the front door behind her and climbed the stairway to her big bedroom. As soon as she walked into her room she began shucking her clothes off.
She could not stop thinking about Bernie. She simply could not calm down, and even as she began searching for her favorite dildo, she thought about the sight of the boy's huge, dripping cock and she was suddenly drooling, feeling the saliva sliding from the corners of her mouth.
She began with the dildo, then switched to a favorite vibrator. She lay on her bed, her legs kicking and threshing wildly as her hands and the mechanical dildo began bringing her a sort of trucelike peace.
It was a long, long time before she was able to think about things, but when she sat up in her own bed, smoking, knowing that she was breathing too quickly, too shallowy, she knew that things could not go on as they were going now.
She would have to think of something.
Chapter Two
Bruce had the people at the airport call her and she was waiting for him when he set the Cessna down and parked it. She watched as one of the airport mechanics talked with Bruce for a time, probably getting instructions about how to care for the plane. Bruce was very fond of the Cessna and he always took very good care of that which he cared about. She sighed and stretched and then checked her face in the mirror on her visor. She was quite pleased with the way she looked.
The long, involved sessions of masturbation that she had enjoyed for most of the day did wonderful things for her. She would often spend hours using the vibrators and some of the other little gadgets that Bruce bought for her and himself, too. He was very good about that. Most of the things that he bought were capable of use by both.
She got out of the car and stood beside it as Bruce began walking toward her. She knew that she made a very fetching picture standing beside the gleaming red convertible. She was sure that she looked like something out of Playboy and she was proud and filled with love and seething ardors. She could see Bruce's adoring grin and she knew that she had done well with her appearance. She was wearing his favorite miniskirt and pantyhose and with her bright blonde hair hanging down her back she looked like a pretty young thing out of junior high. She loved to work hard trying for the very young look. She was sure that Bruce was especially horny for very young girls, kids, practically. She couldn't hate him for that. Many men were like that, she knew.
He walked up to her and then she was in his arms and they were kissing and panting and tonguing each other's mouth and he practically lifted her off her feet.
He put her into the car and she slid over. "You drive," she said. "I'm so horny I'd wreck us."
"I am, too," he said, smiling at her. "You know what that outfit does to me. I get so nervous I am liable to smash us up."
She leaned close to him and her lips found his and she kissed him with a wet mouth. She was drooling and they both knew it.
"Drive on deserted streets," she said shakily, "and I'll suck you off. That will take the edge off for you. Then you'll be able to drive just fine."
He gave her his idiot grin and her heart lurched, filled with love and boundless affection for the handsome young man who was sitting beside her. She looked into his big brown eyes and she could see the little imps dancing in them with great glee. When she touched his crotch she could feel the immense erection he had. She shivered and her hand molded and caressed his meat from outside his trousers.
"You'd better get us out of here," she said, "or sell a few tickets. One or the other."
He kissed her and he was just as hot as she was. "Baby," he said, "I don't know what I would ever do without you."
She snickered. "You don't even know what to do with me."
He started the car and drove it out of the airport grounds. The top was up and there was a feeling of great privacy in the car. She began unzipping his pants and then she got his big cock out. Her fingers slipped inside and began handling his balls and as soon as he began driving in a rather deserted country road, she bent down and put her face into his lap. She got him into her mouth and as soon as she began tasting him, she lost her head and started sucking fiercely, flicking her tongue back and forth against the sensitive throat of his stiff cock. She could feel the throbbing begin. He had to stop the car while he shivered and shook with the rigors of a frenzied orgasm and she swallowed contentedly, tasting, savoring, forcing more and more his nectar from him, feasting shamelessly, as eager as any gourmet at work. She wriggled herself into a position of greater comfort and then she began sucking him again, slowly, expertly, seeking more of his honey, but in a ladylike way, she thought.
He began driving again and she kept his organ in her active mouth all the way home. When he pulled into the garage she flicked her tongue lightly and expertly against supersensitive meat and then he was erupting again and she was devouring him with a hunger that drained him dry for the time being.
She was coming, too, and she could feel the wet, trickling sensations between her legs as she enjoyed the harsh, pulsing thrills of exquisite orgasm. She was always like that; as soon as she began sucking a prick her own loins would begin seething and gathering. Each time she would reach a special plateau of purest sexual sensation, her loins would quiver and clench and then the lovely orgasm would begin and last for a long time. Then, when it was over, she would be sexually quiescent for a moment and then it would all begin to build anew. All of this would happen just because she was busy with sexual activity and no one would have to touch her at all. She had learned over the years, that she could experience the most delicious orgasms by not being touched. But, when she was being attended to by a partner, she would have to shift gears emotionally so that she could accept and enjoy the efforts of a partner. But she was always glad to shift gears. She was a dedicated, eager hedonist and she knew it. Bruce knew it, too, and he loved her for it, he said. And, he certainly was willing to join her at any time. Any old time at all.
He told her how much he liked her new car and then he stood with her for a moment or two, gazing around him at the beautiful countryside that was below them. Hidden Knolls was a very wealthy and select community and he had told her that its inhabitants were snobs, but they were delightful snobs.
She had read once in a magazine about the swingers in her select and exclusive community and she had teased Bruce once about joining some of the well-publicized groups and he had been only too willing. Now she was beginning to wonder if discussing the matter again might not be in order.
Bruce got his luggage from the trunk of the car and they went inside the house. He carried his bags up to their bedroom and Linda went along with him. She was still horny, probably even more so now than ever, simply because she had had a taste of him and she was soaked between her legs. He put his bags on the bed and while he opened them, she began peeling off her pantyhose and then her pants. Her miniskirt did little to hide her crotch and when he saw the cute picture she made with her hairless slit exposed for his admiration, he took her into his arms and they kissed passionately, and his fingers went to her crotch.
He had a way of resting his palm against her pubic bone while he rubbed her there and his fat middle finger rode back and forth in the slippery trench, and then, when she was practically writhing in sexual frenzy, he would let his finger slide into her seething well and his palm would move in a way that teased her clit into a state of great excitement and she would begin to shiver and shake, the quivers and quakes of orgasm would begin and she would kiss him, tonguing his mouth frantically while her loins would clench and spill with ecstasies of great magnitude.
She loved it when Bruce did that to her and the woman's one-track mind desired more.
He pushed her down onto the bed and he knelt and licked her drenched flesh, licking her white thighs like a hungry dog and then, just when she was sure that she was going to die of frustrations, he would zero in on home plate and she would feel his stiffened tongue sliding into her hole and his fingers would tease her clit. Just at the right moment, he would shift his mouth, move it upward to capture her clit, and then his tongue would do its work. As soon as she began to spend and spill her honey, he would move his mouth down to the place of greatest torment and while she was coming he would suck fiercely at her pulsating cunt. He was expert and she knew that he loved the nectars that he was able to suck from her crotch. He was always telling her about that. Too, he was always thinking up new ways to make her give him more of his favorite delicacy.
He was especially hungry for her now and she twisted and turned, writhing and squirming in delicious agony while his tongue and lips drained her loins of their juices. When he was finally willing to quit, she was limp and utterly enervated, too weak to move.
He sat down on the bed beside her and he lit two cigarettes, placed one of them between her lips. He helped her to sit up and she moved helpfully so that he could get her blouse and bra off. He loved her naked breasts and they were so pretty, so pertly perfect, she was glad to have him look at them. She puckered her lips in a long-distance kiss for him and then she grinned as she reached out to touch his fierce erection.
Bruce said, "I brought us some presents."
She was suddenly alert, smilingly eager to see what he had brought to her. He opened a small black box and took out a large dildo. There were other boxes and they all contained parts and equipment that was designed to go with the first dildo he showed her. There were at least six dildos of varying sizes, a chastity belt-type harness, and many parts and gadgets. He explained it all to her. There were dildos of different sizes that could be fitted into the rectum and the vagina and then energized by a battery. Too, the dildo that became a simulation of the male organ could also be energized and the whole assembly was remarkably clever.
He was playing with her sexual flesh while he talked to her and she became decidedly wet and soupy down there. He was smiling at her, then he kissed her, sweetly, happily.
"Let me put one of these lovely things into your cunt," he said. "And then I'll show you how to work it."
She was quite willing. She lay back and shifted her hips upward so that he could slide the big fat imitation cock into her depths. It felt nice and filling and she was quite thrilled with the gadget. He connected a couple of wires to some terminals on the end of the dildo and then he gave her a small gadget that was like the remote control switch she used for the TV. He showed her how to turn it off first. Then he pressed it down and she jumped as a warm, pulsating current began leaping and surging in the dildo. She could feel it and it was a lovely sensation. She knew that she could not stand much of that sort of stimulation without coming, and when he pressed the gadget again, a powerful surge of current began stimulating her and she popped.
She was unable to sit still and he held her and kissed her, then he increased the current and she began to shake violently as a brand-new type of stimulation teased and aroused her most sensitive flesh. She was coming fiercely and then she began a brand-new orgasm of even greater intensity and they were overlapping and she lost control of her brains and her body and she simply gave herself up to complete enjoyment of the fabulous sensations she was feeling. Bruce clicked the control again and then she was delirious, almost hysterical, and Bruce was helping her to get the utmost in pleasure from the gadget. He was kissing her lips and handling her breasts the way she liked him to handle them and she slid down on the bed, her whole body arching and sagging intermittently as the powerful currents raced through her. Bruce put his hand down there and he slipped the dildo out of her cunt, then he pushed it into her asshole and she went ape, clawing the sheets and kicking her feet around and she was aware that Bruce was staring down into her tortured and twisted face.
"If it's so wild, baby," he said, "I'll take it out."
"Oh, God, no," she whimpered. "It is so lovely, so wonderful, but I just keep coming, nicer every time."
"Isn't that nice," he said, smiling. He bent and kissed her squirming mouth and then he was gone and a second or two later she felt his mouth covering her spilling cunt and she knew that he intended to feast upon her quivering cunt for as long as she could stand it.
She stood it for hours and when she finally reached the stage where she was normal and utterly without interest in sex for a time, she shut the dildo off and Bruce took it out for her. They went into the bathroom and when she saw the state he was in, she sat him down on the seat, then knelt and quickly popped him.
They stepped into the shower together and she kissed him. When he put his hands on her private flesh and began to arouse her anew, she giggled.
She pushed him away and tilted her head so that she could gaze up at him with a harlot look. "Tell me the magic words," she ordered with mock imperiousness.
He shivered and she reached out to touch his cock. It was stiff and as hard as steel as it nestled against his belly. He stared at her with a bad-little-boy expression and then his face got a sullen look on it. She squeezed his cock and he gasped in pain.
"Tell me," she ordered.
"I love you," he said, "I adore you. I live only to serve you and make you happy. I want only to be your devoted slave."
She nodded, smiling happily.
"Kneel, slave," she said, "and I will give you your reward."
He knelt and then his upturned face was between her thighs and she reached out and turned the shower off. He closed his eyes and squatted down closer to the tile floor. She parted her legs and then she unleashed a hissing, endless torrent. She used her fingertips between her legs to guide the golden shower against his face, to turn it into a thin spray. She was snickering as she did it, enjoying what she was doing to him, knowing, too, that he loved it when she did that to him.
When it was over, she gave him her hand and helped him up onto his feet. His face was dripping and she moved close so that she could kiss his lips and she tasted some of her own fluid but she just didn't care. She reached out and turned the shower on again. The water cleansed them and brought them to a shivering realization that they were hungry and would have to do something about food.
They dressed and went out for dinner. She pirouetted for him before they left the bedroom and she could see the expression in his eyes and she knew that she was lovely. It was a grand feeling. She moved over so that she could kiss him and she gave him a little tongue.
"Don't get looped, darling," she said, softly. "I want you to fuck me when we come home. Try to remember that."
"Sure," he said, grinning. "Did you like your present?"
"Oh, yes," she said, her smile sparkling and her eyes dancing. "That is quite a gadget."
"I have another present for you," he said. "Even nicer. It will be delivered tomorrow."
She was tempted to make him tell her what the other present was but she didn't. She knew that he loved to surprise her and she was quite willing to be surprised.
They went to one of the town's better supper clubs and they had a leisurely, delicious dinner and they danced and then she saw Carol and Fred Stacy and they joined them. Carol was a stunning young blonde. She was only twenty-two. They had three handsome young kids who were Fred's by a previous marriage.
Bruce told her that Fred's was one of the richest and most influential families in the area. He owned a rock quarry and did little real work. He and Carol were very fond of her and Bruce and she was always a bit envious of Carol because of her well-groomed beauty. She had seen her in a swimsuit once and the glorious perfection of the lovely blonde's body was a bit upsetting and she could see why Fred adored his girlish young bride.
Carol was watching her too intently tonight and she felt a bit uneasy, but then Carol smiled at her and she patted Linda's hand.
"You are so lovely, Linda," Carol said. "It always transfixes me a bit. I just love to look at you."
"You can afford to be generous," Linda said. "You are so pretty it hurts to look at you."
Carol laughed with great merriment. "We can start our own mutual-admiration society," she said.
They had several more rounds of drinks and they smoked some more cigarettes while the band played a set for those ambitious enough to want to dance. Suddenly Carol sat back and gazed at Linda with undisguised interest.
"Did you two kids ever think of trying some outside fun and games?" Carol asked.
Linda stared at her. Bruce was watching her and she just didn't know what to say.
Carol laughed at her. "Oh, come now," she said, "you must have known that this place is alive with swingers and swappers and all sorts of groups. That's why many people move here. They hope to be invited to join one of the groups."
Linda looked at Bruce and she smiled. Then she turned back to gaze into Carol's lovely eyes.
"Do you two belong to one of the local groups?" she asked, wide-eyed, eager. Carol laughed softly and she reached out to pat Linda's hand again.
"Darling," she said, "Fred and I are members of the most select group. We are on the membership committee and that is why I am talking to you two. We love having you for friends but there are so many other things that we can think of to do with you and to you. We are quite inventive, dear."
Linda was so excited that she was shaking. Fred was watching her and Bruce was, too. Carol's eyes had never once left her face. Carol's hands covered hers on the table and she smiled into Linda's eyes.
"Do think about it, dear," she said. "We'll talk about it again sometime."
Linda shook her head. "No," she said. "Let's talk about it now. Bruce and I have discussed this sort of thing before." She turned to gaze at Bruce and she could see that he was quite interested and quite impressed by Carol's beauty. "How do you feel about something like this, dear?"
Bruce grinned as he said, 'I'm all for it. You know the way I am."
"Yes, dear," Linda said crisply. "I sure do."
Fred and Carol were watching her with a brand-new eagerness and Linda was suddenly turned on full blast. She wanted to make sure that she and Bruce could be accepted for membership in Carol's exclusive group.
"How do we go about becoming members?" Linda asked.
Carol reached for a cigarette. She took one from the pack on the table and Linda could see that the lovely blonde's hands were shaking. She could understand that, she was shaking, too.
"It really isn't as simple as one might suppose," Fred said. "First you make a formal application for membership, then you are invited to spend a weekend in the home of a couple on the membership committee. If you are satisfactory applicants, then you are invited to visit the next group meeting and there you are either accepted or rejected. It is done that way so that any reservations either of the new members might have can be dealt with before they actually are presented to the group. And, of course, our little club is wide open. Our members enjoy every imaginable facet of sexual activity."
Linda stared into Carol's eyes and she could see the hidden hunger there. Carol was getting hotter by the minute too and it showed in the blonde's beautiful green eyes. She ached with a quick desire to hold Carol and make her feel better.
"Couldn't we spend our probationary weekend with you two?" she said softly. The quick gladness that leapt into Carol's eyes told her that she had said exactly the right words. Fred looked at Bruce and he smiled. He was a handsome man, about thirty-five, and Linda knew that he had turned her on many times. He had sex appeal practically dripping from him, and when she thought of sucking his cock or accepting it between her legs she was almost dizzy with a quick and eager wanting.
"I would like that very much," Bruce said.
"We would, too," Fred said.
Bruce sat back and played with the ashtray. The band was playing soft, seductive music and Linda was filled with a sudden, trickling warmth and she knew that she would have a grand time with Fred and Carol. She and Bruce had been talking about trying to join one of the clubs in the area and now it was going to happen. The excitement that she was feeling in her loins was just too delightful to ignore so she sat back and seethed while her glands expelled huge amounts of nectar and her crotch tingled and glowed with pleasurable sensations.
"Why don't you two come over to our place?" Bruce suggested. "Tomorrow is Saturday and we could begin our little session then."
Fred looked at his gorgeous wife and she was smiling.
Linda said, "They have three kids, dear. What do they do about them?" The abrupt and rather revealing silence that greeted her question made her aware of new and even more delightful elements alive and busy in the milieu she was about to enter. "Their kids play games, too," Bruce said, smiling.
"How nice," Linda said. Carol was gazing at her with a smile on her lips. She was gauging Linda's reactions to what had been said.
"The youngsters are so handsome," Carol said. "So healthy, and knowledgeable. We were faced with a choice. Either accept the fact that they would fool around on the sly, or let them learn to enjoy all facets of sex under our guidance and supervision. We took a vote and chose the latter. The children are very happy and we have such good times. Rachel, our thirteen-year-old daughter is on the pill like me, so we have no worries. She and the boys are very ardent and eager participants. We would very much like to visit with you for a weekend of fun and games. All of us."
Linda sat, her head spinning, her loins blazing, and she listened while Bruce and Fred talked about the way things would work out. When she and Bruce finally left the restaurant, she was so excited she went down on Bruce as soon as he started driving them home. She popped him twice but even then she knew that he would be wild and ready for more as soon as they got into bed.
Bruce helped her get ready for bed. She had eased the pressures for him, she knew, but she was drunk on sexual excitements and she giggled when she saw the way her pantyhose clung to her crotch. She had come so frequently during the evening she had glued her filmy under-things to her vulva.
When she was naked, Bruce began kissing her and she was suddenly too hot to be sensible. She wanted him in her and she pulled him down on top of her on the bed. She used her fingers to guide him into her slippery sheath and as soon as she felt him in her body, she began having massive orgasms, spasms of sexual throbbings and clenchings and her whole midsection was alive and squirming with wild sensations. She felt the lively, throbbing organ in her cunt and she was smashing her bottom against his thighs with fierce and frenzied thrustings. Then she was soaring and cresting and bursting. He was coming, too, and she felt sure that her crotch and her brain were both going to explode at the same time.
He fell upon her, gasping for breath, and she was, too. She could feel the slippery juices slipping out of her tight little sheath and he was up again. His hands turned her onto her belly as he slid his cock into her cunt again, but she knew that was merely preliminary. A few thrusts later he slipped his cock out of her cunt, and while it was dripping with the fruits of their orgasms he slid it into her asshole. She yelped in quick delight, feeling every little millimeter of his hard cock as it pushed its way into her asshole. She was especially alert in that part of her body and Bruce was eager to have her enjoy everything that he could provide for her. He began sliding his cock in and out in her tight little hole and then she was bursting and his fingers were between her legs and he was helping her to achieve a new and greater sexual splendor.
She began to crest and then her mind left her and she became a vegetable, seething and quivering and spilling and she knew that Bruce was eating her cunt. She was alert when he gave her the honey kiss that she always liked after these sessions and then she sort of slid into a blissful slumber and she was sure that he was licking her cunt gently and sweetly even as she fell into sleep.
When she woke in the morning, he was already up and she was alone in the bed. It was very early and she wondered why Bruce would get up so early. It was not like him. She climbed out of her bed and she spent some time in the shower, washing away the dried sweat and other vestiges of a night sex session. She slipped her robe on and went into the kitchen. Her car was gone and she was alone in the house.
She remembered then that Fred and Carol and their kids were coming to visit for a weekend and she wondered if Bruce had gotten up to go and bring them to the house.
She sat and smoked several cigarettes while she dawdled over coffee. She began to think about the many delights that would be available when Fred and Carol and their youngsters arrived. She felt a twinge of fear, worried that she would not be able to perform sexually in front of the young people. She was inclined to regard a thirteen-year-old girl as a child and the boys were fifteen and quite good-looking, but they had long golden hair and they were almost girlish. Perhaps they were fags. They were twins, she knew, but she didn't know very much more about the boys. She could only remember their pictures.
Carol had shown them a picture of Rachel, their lovely daughter, and the teenager was spectacularly lovely. She was wearing a swim-suit in the picture that Carol had displayed and the twin bullets on the young girl's chest had been quite remarkable and Linda was sure that no padding was involved.
The girl's hips and thighs were very lovely and quite well developed and she wondered if the girl's development had been hastened by a steady diet of male hormones. She suspected that the girl was a bit too well developed for her years and she had read somewhere that a steady diet of semen could do wonders for a girl's physical development. She snickered aloud as she thought about that. If semen could do wonders for a girl she should be quite startlingly alluring. She swallowed lots of it. Then she thought of her own pulchritude and she was aware that her own person and all of its elements had been blissfully and beneficially improved.
She looked up and saw that Bruce was driving into the yard. He had taken her new car and she wondered where he had gone with it. She got up and went to the door to welcome him home and when he got out of the car, he saw her and grinned.
"I went after your present," he said.
He opened the trunk of the car and got out a big box. She saw the perforated holes in the box and she sighed. He had gotten her a pet and she didn't want a pet.
She stepped back to let him walk into the house and then he set the box on the floor of the living room and he bent down to open it. A fluffy white poodle plunged out of the container and it sat up and gazed up at her for a moment. She bent and gathered it into her arms and the dog began licking her cheek and she held it to her tightly, loving it.
"That is Fluffy," Bruce said. "I bought him as a present for you. I know that he will give you many hours of bliss, many hours of very real enjoyment."
"Thank you, dear," she said. She stepped close and kissed Bruce's cheek and when he took the dog from her, she hated to let him go.
"Come upstairs," Bruce said. "I want you to get acquainted with Fluffy."
She followed him upstairs and when he pushed her down on their bed, she felt decidedly guilty about letting the little dog see what might take place in a bedroom.
Bruce was holding the dog under his arm and when she settled back against the pillows, he opened her robe and then her legs. He put the poodle down between her legs and in a moment the dog had zeroed in on her little slit and he began licking her there. She started to push the small animal away but then she began to feel the delightful sensations that the dog's tongue was inducing in her cunt and she began to come right away.
Bruce was standing beside the bed, watching her. He seemed to be very pleased with the way things were going. Linda was bouncing around and squirming on the bed and the poodle was sitting down and licking her whole crotch quite ambitiously and steadily. Linda's legs opened up like a flower that feels the sunshine and she was deliriously happy and thrilled with the little animal and its skillful tongue.
"The dog is trained to do that," Bruce said. "There's a guy a few miles out of town who raised them. He says that the dog will lick for hours, so when I'm not around and you are horny, let Fluffy give you a little fun."
"Oh, I will," Linda said breathlessly. The little tongue was becoming more and more expert and the animal was licking and devouring her juices as fast as she released them and she began having one orgasm after another. She reached for the bulge in Bruce's pants and when she got his stiff cock out, she began licking it as concentratedly as her new pet.
The little dog was a very wonderful gift and as the animal continued to lick her most sensitive parts, she sighed and gave herself up to voluptuous joys and when she popped Bruce she devoured him with a shameless gluttony. But, he didn't complain.
After all, giving her the educated dog had been his own idea.
She loved Bruce dearly. He had so many nice ideas.
Chapter Three
Carol and Fred arrived shortly before noon and by then the poodle had done wonders for Linda. And, perhaps in gratitude, she had done great things for Bruce.
She was deeply grateful and utterly delighted with the dog. She found that the little animal would lick her vulva and her asshole steadily and eagerly, and each time she experienced an orgasm the little animal seemed to be especially excited and expert with his little tongue. She found that she could place the dog on her belly and he would lick her breasts and nibble at her nipples with great ardor and steady intentness. There was a trick required for that type of attention, however. Bruce told her about it. She had to rub her palms over her slippery and saturated vulva and then smear the juices on her breasts. Then the dog would be as eager to lick her boobs as he was to lick her cunt.
Linda and Bruce had been able to enjoy a morning with the dog and their own horny inclinations without any fears of being interrupted by Fred and Carol. Fred had called rather early to say that he and his beautiful young bride would not be able to come to visit until about noon, and even then they would not be able to bring the youngsters. Rachel, their gorgeous teenager, was under the weather and feeling beastly, as Fred put it, and the twins were already off on a hiking trip with some friends. But it would all work out quite nicely anyway.
Linda was conscious of a feeling of disappointment that really didn't last. When Bruce put the phone down and told her about the way things were at that time, Linda was very much involved with a delicious orgasm brought on by the poodle's insatiable tongue and she really didn't care too much about anything else.
Someone rang the doorbell when it was nearly noon and Bruce went to collect a letter with postage due from the mailman. The interruption put an end to Linda's eager excitements with the little animal.
The letter was unimportant but Linda became aware of the time and she suggested that she and Bruce shower and get dressed so that they could welcome Fred and Carol into their lives in fitting and sedate style.
They were having a late cup of coffee on the patio when Fred and Carol arrived. Bruce got up to let them in and when they walked out onto the patio Linda was impressed by Carol's exquisite and virginal beauty. She was wearing a hot pink sweater, a matching miniskirt, and sheer pantyhose. She wore heels and both girls knew that they did marvelous things for Carol's glorious legs.
Carol's light blonde hair was shining in the morning sunlight and her big green eyes were practically glowing with excitement. She took a deep breath and her firm breasts pushed against her sweater and it was obvious that she wore no bra. The pointed goodies on her chest were real and glorious and Linda was shocked when she became aware of her sudden desire to feel Carol's breasts, to kiss them, to suck them. She had never tried the lesbian route but Carol was so pretty, she virtually inspired such thoughts.
Fred was a handsome man, tall, well built, and he made her tingle with excitement every time he looked at her. She was glad that they were going to try some new things with Carol and Fred. They were handsome young people and utterly depraved, if Carol's claims could be believed; devoted exclusively to sex.
"The twins are off on some expedition of their own," Carol said, "and Rachel was nursing a headache when we left. I think it is her sinuses. She is such a delicate child. She is very anxious to meet you two. After all, she is decidedly oversexed, just like the boys. We thought that we might spend the day here and then, if you like, we can go to our place."
Bruce smiled at her. "You don't like our little hideaway here?"
Carol took one of the cigarettes from the pack on the aluminum table and she laughed at Bruce's question.
"I love your hideaway," she said, "and that business with the big gates is so reassuring, but we have lots of very special equipment and gadgets at our place. You two might want to try all of them. That is what I have in my mind."
Linda said, "What sort of equipment?"
Carol smiled at her eagerness and very obvious excitement. "Oh, we have some very sophisticated furniture. Things like whipping benches and racks, all sorts of whips and paddles and we have lots of aphrodisiacs. Oh, lots of things."
Fred leaned forward so that he could drop the ash from his cigarette into the tray.
"We are very proud of one piece that we have," he said. "It comes complete with built-in and adjustable dildos. A girl can set the machine so that she has one dildo busy in her rear end while another one screws her quite vigorously and for as long as she can stand it. Oh, we have spent a lot of money on things to heighten our fun. And, just in case we haven't got the very latest, we have several salespeople who attend our group meetings and offer us new and more interesting gadgets. We try to keep up with things."
Linda smiled as she glanced first at Bruce and then at Fred. Carol was watching her, she knew, and she could tell that she had aroused the pretty young blonde, and she knew instinctively, that Carol would be bisexual, equally ardent with cock or cunt.
"Oh, I certainly want to try that kind of equipment," Linda said. "I just can't wait."
"We will go to our place either tonight or tomorrow morning," Fred said. "Why don't you take us for a tour of your place here to start with? It's really a very magnificent house, and the grounds are beautiful. So well tended. Do you do it yourself?"
Bruce shook his head and stared at the beautiful Carol with his hunger for her showing quite plainly.
He licked his lips and said, "No. We have people who come in and care for the grounds and the pool. We have very good people who handle our problems; so we just think of sex."
Linda was shaking as she stood up and waited for the others to go along with her. Fred moved over so that he could take her hand and his touch was warm and intimate. She turned and he pulled her into his embrace and he began kissing her, using his hands to feel her breasts and her pubis and then the hidden folds of exciting flesh. He was turned on and she felt a moment of pride and great ardor, too.
"I am going to fuck you silly, my dear," Fred said, whispering the words into her ear. She shivered and then she saw that Bruce had Carol in his arms, too, and they were necking like mad and using their hands to feel each other's most interesting parts. Linda remembered that she had always wanted to watch Bruce very carefully and closely if he ever made love to another girl in front of her just so that she could better estimate his love for her, but once Fred began using his hands on her most intimate parts, she forgot about everything else.
Carol put a temporary halt to things. She pushed Bruce away from her and then she smiled at him.
"We'd better get on with our tour of the house," she said. "I really do want to see it, you know. Perhaps we can pry Linda loose from that lovable lecher of mine and we can go on."
Fred turned his head so that he could grin at his wife. "She has a shaved cunt, my dear," he said, "You know how that turns me on. I just love a shaved cunt."
"Doesn't everybody?" Carol said, smiling.
Linda was trembling and she was having trouble getting her wind. She had heard it said that for those who could enjoy group sex or the mate-swapping practices, sex was always far out and the thrills and pleasures were overwhelming. She was beginning to believe it.
Carol suggested that they go into the kitchen and have some coffee and get themselves calmed a bit. Then they would look at the house and perhaps their tour would end in the bedroom and things could go on from there.
Carol helped with the coffee things and they talked and visited for a while. Bruce explained that his folks had owned the estate and when they passed on he had inherited it but he had not thought of living in the place until he met and married Linda. She had heard much about Hidden Knolls and she wanted to live in the big house and enjoy the privacy that it offered.
"I had heard that this community was practically filled with swingers and swappers and sex clubs and like that," Linda said. "I love Bruce very dearly but I figured that we would want to try something new every little once in a while."
Carol said, "You can get anything that you want here. Some of the groups have whipmasters, if you like that kick, both female and male, people who have become so well trained and so skilled in their little tricks that they can furnish undreamed of ecstasies for those who like that sort of thing. Some of the groups have girls and guys who have become expert in the acupuncture bit and when they stick the needles into a cunt or a guy's balls and his cock, the ecstasies that they can induce and sustain in the body are fantastic. Naturally, all of this costs money, lots of money, but so many of us feel that it is far more sensible to spend our money on the sybaritic pleasures and try to enjoy the life that is left to us. So, that is what we do here."
Linda was just dying to ask them about their youngsters and as soon as she got the chance, she did.
She spoke to Carol. "Do you take your children to the meetings, too?" she asked.
The lovely young blonde laughed at that. She shook her head slowly and she glanced at her smiling husband.
"No," she said. "That would not be permitted. They all insist that no one under the legal age of consent can attend a group meeting. But the kids found out about our activities and they insisted upon talking intelligently about their needs. We finally realized that our lovely daughter is only thirteen but she is quite grown up and very well developed. It was inevitable that she should begin to think about sex and get into the stream of things. She told us that she would often masturbate as much as a dozen times a day, if she got the chance. The boys, too, were doing the same thing.
"We talked things over very carefully and when we came to a decision, we did what was necessary and we enjoyed it."
Carol sat back and her glorious breasts were standing straight out. Bruce was eyeing them gluttonously and Linda knew it and she didn't care.
"Tell us about it," she implored Carol. "Tell us just how you let the kids begin. Please."
"That will really turn Linda on," Bruce said. "Me too."
Carol reached out to pat Fred's hand and she smiled at him, adoring him.
"I suppose it would be interesting," she said.
"There isn't anything really terrible about it," Fred said. "We are no different from friends we have who buy and keep slaves. I'm sure you have heard all about that practice by now, haven't you?"
Linda was astonished and it showed on her face. Bruce looked at her and she simply shook her head. Carol smiled at her ignorance.
"Darling," she said, "there are so many displaced kids these days, lots and lots of ex-hippies and runaways who face a horrid future. There are agents who find such youngsters and sell them to young couples who want sex slaves. Naturally, a very pretty young girl brings a high price and they are always very willing to enter such a life. Many couples who can afford it will buy a boy and a girl, sometimes two boys and a girl and they will train these young people in ways of sex and enjoy them. Many youngsters will put on little orgies for the entertainment of their owners and then relieve their pent-up sexual feelings after the little tableau is ended. Oh, you kids have got a great deal to learn about what is going on these days.
"Apparently," Linda said, smiling. She turned to Bruce, puckering her lips in a remote kiss. "Darling," she said, "why can't we buy a couple of slaves? I would just love that."
"I would, too," Bruce said, grinning. "Tell us some more about that kind of carrying on."
Carol laughed at his eagerness to learn. She lit a cigarette and took a sip of her coffee.
"Well, of course, these young kids who become sex slaves are represented as adopted nieces or nephews and they are sent to school and their newfound relatives take the very best care of them. Some slaves have grown up with their owners. They have been sent to colleges and universities and they live very well. And, of course, they volunteer for such a life. Some couples will take a couple of slaves and after they have gotten used to them or bored with them, they will swap them or sell them and get new ones. The agents always have lots of new and eager youngsters who have learned their skills the hard way and are now eager to live the good life. No one cares about these young people, the orphanages and homes for runaways are too crowded and the whole thing resolves itself. Who knows what takes place behind the innocent facade of any house? No one knows, and no one cares. That's the way it is nowadays."
Linda was suddenly too excited to sit still. She got to her feet and she moved around the kitchen putting things away while she talked with her guests.
"I would love to have a couple of youngsters," she said. "The very idea entrances me. And, I just know that Bruce and I would be very good to them. I think we'd better think about this some more. We must talk about it again."
Carol thought that Linda's excitement was cute and she couldn't repress a smile. She reached out and pulled Linda into a quick hug and Linda realized that she was trembling wildly as the lovely young blonde kissed her and then let her go.
"You will learn all about slaves and that kind of fun," Carol promised. "We know the local brokers and they will be delighted to talk business with you. They bring you an album of photos of their young people available for adoption and then if you like any of them, they arrange a meeting and then you can-adopt the young girl or boy or both. You can arrange for the "adoption" of as many young people as you want."
"Don't they resent being used as sexual objects?" Linda asked.
Carol shook her head. "No," she said, smiling. "Remember, they are seeking that kind of life. They volunteer for slavery and sexual exploitation. I remember one cute little girl that I talked to in the home of a couple that we know and like and she said that she loved sex. She thrived on any form of sex and she was unbelievably beautiful. Her complexion was glorious, and she was in excellent health. She attributed her excellent health and well-being to a busy and steady sex life. Too, she was convinced that her diet of sexual fluids kept her in a state of good health. Many girls believe that swallowing semen will do great things for their complexion and their general health. And, I think that they are right. I believe it myself."
Something about the conversation they were having and the nearness of Fred and Carol was affecting Linda disastrously and she could feel the trickling sensations of liquid orgasms in her loins and she was on fire with raw sexual urgings, too fired up to conduct anyone on a tour of the house.
Carol and Fred and Bruce were equally excited and they were very much aware of Linda's growing helplessness.
"The hell with this," Carol said quickly. "Let's go into the bedroom and get at each other. We can look at the house and gab later on."
Linda looked at Carol with an expression of great thankfulness. She wanted to say something, to let Carol know that she had said just what she had hoped for because she was really too sexually stimulated to carry on an intelligent conversation and she suspected that they were all in the same condition.
They arrived in the master bedroom but Linda was never aware of the trip. She was sure that her mind flaked out on her and when she was aware of things again, she felt Fred's hands on her person. He was unbuttoning things and when she felt the touch of his hands on her bare breasts she had a quick, convulsive orgasm and she was sure that it was a very wet one and that she would be leaking all over the place. She opened her eyes and saw that Carol and Bruce were tearing at each other's clothes and then she felt Fred's fingers in her slit and one slid into her depths and she collapsed onto the bed with a soft little moan of pure bliss. Her hands were busy too and she had a firm grasp on Fred's hard cock. She used one hand to unbuckle his belt and drop his pants and then his shorts while her other hand kept its hold on his cock. He was shaking and she knew that he was trying to get his cock into her and she was aching to feel its hardness all the way up to her tonsils. She guided him with her fingertips and he was on top of her and then he was plunging in and out of her with frantic speed and eagerness.
She flung her legs upwards and they locked around his waist and she could hear the shrill, whistling noises she was making in her nostrils and her throat and then her body was vibrating against him as an orgasm of great magnitude almost split her in two. She was weeping and sobbing, torn and twisted cruelly by exceptional pleasures. He began pumping his juices into her and she could feel the hot spatters against her aroused depths and she came all over again, too stimulated to contain herself.
He collapsed on top of her and she relaxed and seemed to flow into the sheets like something liquid and used and suddenly unnecessary anymore. He kissed her mouth, warmly, sweetly and that revitalized her and gave her a brand-new lease on life and its pleasures. She turned her head to one side and she could see that Bruce was naked and plunging himself into the lovely young blonde. Carol was just as wild for it as she was and she could see the way the lovely white thighs squeezed and imprisoned Bruce's body. Carol was threshing around and squealing and the way Bruce was ploughing himself into her, she could see the wet, glistening valley between Carol's legs. She was overcome by a sudden desire to lick the pretty young girl's skin there, to taste the juices of their union, and then her mind skidded off again as Fred began moving in her sheath again. She was squirming her hips against his thighs and she could feel his hot breath against the side of her throat. When he began moving in her again she was too aroused and delighted by sensual ecstasies to pay too much attention to anything other than the things that she and Fred were doing. She knew that Bruce and Carol were having a nice time, too, and she was glad of that.
She soared for a long time, then Fred was bursting in her again and she was spending her own energies and juices. When he collapsed on her, they clung together, shaking and gasping for air for a long time.
When he withdrew, she felt empty and used. He had enjoyed himself, she knew, and she had done very well for herself, too. Bruce was sitting up, his cock as soft as Fred's and when he found her cigarettes, she held her hand out for one. Bruce gave her a funny little grin as he handed her the cigarette. He was still shaken and struggling for calm. She looked at Carol and she could see that the gorgeous young blonde was still turned on, shaking with frenzies that simply would not quit.
Carol was moving over toward her and she could see the intent, avid look in the lovely face. She knew, instinctively, what Carol was after and she opened her legs and welcomed the girl into her leaking crotch. Carol began licking her slit and the delicate touch of the tiny tongue began affecting her and she was off into orbit again in short order. Carol slid her long legs and luscious thighs close to Linda's face and she made the next move herself. She reacted without thinking, without making a big thing out of her first lesbian encounter. Carol's tiny little slit was exuding the fruits of Bruce's balls and she ached with a quick and sudden hunger for the nectars that their sexual efforts had released.
When Carol rolled on top of her so that she could bend her head down between Linda's smooth white thighs, she moved her head so that her open mouth was glued to Carol's overflowing slit. She began sliding her tongue in and out of the small opening and she felt Carol's hips quivering and then the warm little opening was clenching and spilling new honey into her avid mouth. She could feel the wild and delicious thrills that Carol's lips and tongue and clever hands were inducing in her own body and she began to duplicate the lovely sensations for Carol. She was sure that she adored the pretty little blonde and she loved the taste of Carol's cunt and she would love to spend many future hours doing what they were doing and learning how to provide even better thrills for her brand-new friend.
She had no idea how long she and Carol sucked each other's cunt, but she finally sat up, alert again, sated temporarily, and she took the cigarette that Bruce handed her and she matched his grin, unashamed, as happy and at ease as Carol was.
"I had a grand time," she said. "I think it's just lovely to get fucked and then to join a girl for some real fun. Thank you, Carol, for teaching me some new tricks."
Carol was playing with Bruce's stiff cock and she had a soft, bemused smile on her face. She turned her head to look at Linda and she put her other hand on Bruce's balls.
"You would have gotten around to eating cunt sooner or later," Carol said. "A cunt that is filled with honey is the very nicest one of all."
No one answered her. They were all busy watching her. She had a slack, turned-on expression on her face and Linda was not at all surprised to see Carol bend her head so that she could lick and kiss the head of Bruce's cock. He sat back against the bed's headboard and he had a funny-looking grin on his face as Carol began sucking him off. She was bobbing her head up and down, moving slowly so that he was actually fucking her in her mouth and when he was close to coming, they were able to see Carol easing off. She let him calm a bit and then she began giving him head again and her cheeks hollowed and caved in from the force of her suction and they could see the way her tongue was slowly moving from side to side.
Linda was watching Carol's efforts with Bruce and she finally noticed that Fred had a brand-new hard on for her and she put her hand around it while her fingers played with his balls and tickled them. Fred was squirming as he watched his beautiful young bride sucking Bruce's cock and he began fondling Linda's breasts with his eager fingers. He moved closer so that he could suck her nipples. She began to writhe and squirm in the delicious agony that always began in her when she was sexually aroused and she slid into a sixty-nine of sorts with Fred. He was sucking her fiercely, greedily and she was on top of him, grinding her sexual parts into his mouth while he used his tongue and his hands and his mobile lips in efforts that gave her many new and intense thrills.
Fred was expert when it came to eating pussy, she knew, and she was filled with a sense of gratitude and gladness. She used her mouth and her tongue on his cock and his balls and she tried to postpone his orgasm as long as she could. Her own greed thwarted her efforts and she reached a point where she came with a fierce, frenzied series of quivers and clenchings and she was not able to control her mouth or her tongue. She forced Fred into coming and he flooded her mouth and her throat with a tremendous torrent of honey and she swallowed him eagerly, quickly, too disorganized to do anything but enjoy all that she could feel and taste and know.
She sensed, somehow, that she had given Fred a very nice time for a while and she was very happy about that. Her senses drifted on tides of ecstasy and there came a time when she could hear Bruce and Carol talking. They were discussing her.
"Sometimes my pretty little wife gets carried away when she is sucking cock," Bruce was saying. "She just can't get enough of it. Poor Fred, he looks like he is about wrung out."
Carol laughed and she took a puff on the cigarette that she was holding in her hand. The ashtray was close to her on the nightstand beside the bed and she put the cigarette there and let it smolder for a while.
"The boys will be delighted with Linda," Carol said happily. "They love to be sucked and they are inexhaustible. I know. There have been days when the boys have been at home with me and Rachel and I have tried to suck them dry but it was never possible. We would take turns, you know, she would suck Bobby while I was doing Bunny and then she would take on Bunny and I would do Bobby. We have spent many days with the boys trying to deplete them, but it just doesn't seem to work. Naturally, we let them suck, too, so while I am doing one of the boys, he is sucking my cunny, too. We have some very grand times and I certainly hope that you and Linda will want to join us."
"I can tell you now," Bruce said, "we will."
Linda eased her mouth off Fred's cock and she sat up, still a bit dazed, but reasonably calm at last.
Carol handed her a cigarette and after they began to talk it seemed that each, of them became aware that they were naked and there was a moment of nervousness, then they were completely at ease with each other. The way Carol was looking at her person thrilled Linda and she was glad that she had a good body. When she inventoried Carol's charms, she had to be quite generous with praise.
"Now would be a good time for a tour of the house," Carol said. "We can put some things on and when we are downstairs again, the boys can bring in the bags that are in the car. We have some very fancy gadgets that we brought along and we will certainly want to try them all out."
"We sure will," Bruce said.
They were all hungry for food and Carol offered to help with fixing lunch. She got dressed in her skirt and a blouse and watched as Linda got into something that would cover her nakedness. It was Carol's idea that they put on some clothing. She said that the men would be at them constantly if they wandered around in the altogether.
Carol admired the poodle, Fluffy, when they found the dog in its little bed. When Linda told Carol of the dog's eager and expert efforts with its tongue, Carol insisted that she would have to try the little dog. She laid down on the living room rug and let the dog lick her between her legs and she was quite delighted by what the little dog could do for her.
Finally, she pushed the animal away and she got up onto her feet again. She went out into the kitchen with Linda and she began helping with the lunch preparations. Bruce and Fred were getting the bags from the car and Linda stood for a moment, gazing at the lush, ethereal beauty that Carol possessed. She was so gloriously fashioned, so delicately made and even as she gazed enviously into Carol's lovely eyes, Linda knew that they were going to be very close friends. That pleased her.
The two girls worked for a time and then the food was ready and they placed it on the table. Bruce and Fred had carried the suitcases in from the car and Carol told them to take the bags upstairs. She would explain all of their goodies to Linda and Bruce after they had some lunch.
Linda was conscious of a high level of excitement that kept her squirming in her chair while they ate. She was glad when they were all fed and she and Carol loaded the dishwasher. They went upstairs again then and both of the men had huge erections. She knelt on the bed between Fred's legs and sucked him off quickly, while Carol did the same for Bruce. Then it was time to look at the bag of goodies that Carol and Fred had brought.
There were many dildos of various sizes and some were quite sophisticated. Linda lay on her back and let Fred neck with her and fondle her breasts, while Carol strapped on a double-pronged dildo. One prong fitted into Carol's asshole while another one fitted into her cunt with twin prongs jutting out from the heavy rubber triangle that covered her bald pelvis. The twin prongs fitted into Linda's asshole and cunt, too, and the gadget was fashioned so that its cleverest part teased and stimulated the girls' clitorises while it was being used.
Carol became fiercely animated and savage when once she began screwing Linda and that was just fine with her, Linda thought. There were unguents and salves and all sorts of lotions that could be smeared upon sensitive, tender flesh and induce thrills that were merely increased or intensified by the continued sexual fun and games.
Bruce and Linda spent the entire day enjoying the sexual orgies that their new friendship with Fred and Carol afforded them. When the day was over, Linda felt that she had enjoyed the most wonderful day of her life.
Carol and Fred stayed for dinner with them and then Carol asked if they would like to come and spend a few days at their home and get acquainted with the youngsters that were constantly brightening up their parents' lives.
Linda was too worn out to want to visit for a while, but she thought that she would like to be with Fred and Carol and their youngsters at another time.
"Any time at all," Carol said, smiling. "There is a meeting of the troup tomorrow evening and we will recommend that you two be invited to attend the meeting and join our club. And if you think that poodle of yours is a treasure, just wait till you meet Rex. He is a big Doberman who belongs to one of the girls. The things that he will do to you will thrill you something wild. He will make you climb the walls."
Linda looked at Bruce and she grinned.
"That's the kind of talk I like to hear," she said. "Bring on Rex. I can imagine having lots of fun with him."
Fred and Carol left finally, and she and Bruce went up to bed, too worn out to do anything but lie in close proximity to each other so that they could talk and touch each other and discuss their reactions to swapping.
Oddly enough, Linda found that she could love Bruce even more now that he and she had enjoyed the sexual benefits of others. And they were sure that they wanted to enjoy all of the many thrills and pleasures that could be in store for them.
"I think we should look into the possibility of buying a couple of slaves," Linda said, smiling into Bruce's eyes. "Think how much fun we could have with a couple of very young people whose sole interest in life would be making us happy in any way that we might think up. I love that sort of thinking."
"I do, too," Bruce said. "I promise that we will look into the whole business. Wait till we have attended a meeting of Fred's club. I have an idea that we will meet other nice people. People that we will be glad to have for friends and sex activities of all kinds."
"I would like to have gone to visit with Fred and Carol and their adorable kids," Linda said, "but I just overdid things a bit, I guess. Now all that I want to do is sleep."
"Me, too," Bruce said. "Good night, lover."
She kissed him sweetly, hotly.
"Good night, dear," she said.
Chapter Four
It was late in the morning when he woke and he was alone in the bed. He could hear Linda making noises out in the kitchen and then he was able to smell the fragrance of frying bacon and strong coffee. He was suddenly starving and when Linda walked in, carrying a tray in her arms, he was sure that he adored her with a deep affection that was almost sickness.
She flashed him a big grin as she placed the tray on the bedside table. She had been up for some time, it seemed. Her bright golden hair was brushed and shimmering in the morning sunlight and she was wearing a transparent robe that did little to conceal but much to inflame. She lit a cigarette and placed it in his lips and then she put one knee on the bed as she bent to kiss him. She touched his lips with her hot, swollen mouth and he was amazed to find that she was really turned on already. She moved slightly and her robe fell apart and her gorgeous breasts were poking their nipples into his face and he had to give them a lick and a quick kiss. She shivered and he noticed that her nipples were standing straight out like bullets. When he saw the hard, coral tips bristling he realized that she had already had several orgasms. Her nipples always stuck way out when she came.
She cupped her breasts in her palms and she lifted them, squeezed them. She was kneeling beside him, gazing down into his eyes and she was smiling her hoyden, passionate smile. He looked up as he heard the ticking sounds of the poodle's nails on the hardwood floor. The dog was following Linda and it moved over to settle down beside the bed. Linda glanced at the little white dog and her smile sparkled with great glee.
"I've already fed him," she said. "What do you suppose he had for breakfast? And lots of it."
"Cunt," Bruce said, grinning at her.
She nodded. "Right. And, maybe he just might have some more. I am horny as hell this morning. If you want to begin eating your breakfast, I will join you. Then I will have some dessert and the dog can eat me while I eat you. How's that for thinking?"
He kissed her. "Darling,' he said, "you are utterly depraved."
"Sure am," she said contentedly.
She slapped the surface of the bed and the poodle jumped up. She lay down and pulled the covers away from his body and then he could feel the wetness of her tongue against his balls and his cock and hear the liquid, slurping sounds that the little dog was making as it licked and nursed on Linda's flowing cunt. The animal was making weird little sounds in its throat and he could see that Linda was writhing and threshing in the throes of a magnificent orgasm. Obviously, the dog possessed tremendous talents and he was glad that he had thought of the little animal as a suitable present for Linda.
She was sucking him gently, licking him and teasing his cock with her nimble tongue and he began eating, knowing that she would make it last for a long time. He was shaking and squirming as he tried to eat and let Linda suck him off but he had to give up on eating. The dog's eager little tongue was titillating Linda's sensitive flesh and she was reacting with a growing hunger for his product. Her nimble tongue did its insidious work and he gushed in her mouth. She began swallowing him slowly, sucking harshly and licking his meat while her hand jerked him off feverishly and eagerly.
She moved away from him after a time and she lay on her back, her long, lissome legs shifting and moving as the little dog continued to lick her sexual parts. He watched for a time, enjoying the sight of Linda's frenzied orgasms and the savage reactions her body experienced.
Her sexual flesh had the pale coral tint of the true blonde and before she'd removed her pubic hair her pelvic area had been covered with wispy, flaxen hair. The present appearance of her crotch was much more appealing. She had tiny petals for labia, and the little puckered rosebud that nestled daintily between her legs looked to be much too small to ever accept a masculine prong. But he knew that her tightness was elastic, accommodating that which was put into it. He was sort of big and Fred had been well hung, but Linda's cute little cunt could handle either of them with ease and great bliss.
She shivered and then her legs moved until they were far apart and he could see the quivering, spilling organ. The dog's tongue kept busy, like something geared to perpetual motion. The guy who had sold him the dog had bragged that the little animal would lick steadily for as long as eight or ten hours unless somebody stopped him. He knew that Linda would put an end to her ecstasies when she had had enough.
He finished his breakfast and then headed for the shower. He stood under the stream of water, wondering if he and Linda were becoming too depraved. He didn't really think so.
The thought of buying two handsome young people as slaves delighted him much more than he had let on. He had always been sexually stimulated beyond the ordinary by the thought of sex with the very young. Perhaps it was a holdover from his early days and the experiences that he had known when he was growing up.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving, listening to the harsh sounds of Linda's ecstasies in the bedroom and as he stared at his own face, his mind wandered back into time and he wondered if a person was born oversexed or became exceptionally horny because of the things that they had done in their early days.
He had been a lonely child. His folks were busy people, always traveling off somewhere and leaving him behind in the care of governesses. But he hadn't minded that too much. Not after he met Lola. She was his favorite governess and she had introduced him to the pleasures of sexual activity.
She was a pretty girl, a bit plump, and her Nordic heritage was written all over her pleasant face. She was probably twenty-two when he first met her. His folks hired her when they were at the country place and he liked Lola on sight. She seemed to like him, too. He was about eleven or twelve and he had already learned about the pleasures he could get from playing with his sexual parts. He suspected that he had been a bit large for his age, but he was a big man now and that was probably why he developed sexually a little early.
He and Lola were alone all of the time and she was so pretty and so matter of fact about things, he began asking her all sorts of questions about sex. She answered him as best she could and she began asking him questions. She made him admit that he masturbated often and then she threatened to tell his folks about his solitary sins. He panicked and he begged her not to tell his parents. She persuaded him to sign a confession wherein he admitted that he masturbated as often as he could and he added to his sins by trying to spy on Lola when she was dressing and he was constantly trying to look down her blouse and up her dress. He had signed the confession only because he had been afraid that Lola would leave him and she just might tell his folks about his misdeeds. He could recall the big, happy smile on Lola's face when she folded up the confession and put it away in her room.
"Now," she said, when she returned to him, "we will have a new set of rules. From now on you do what I tell you to do and everything will be fine. If you disobey me, I will show your confession to your father and mother." She asked him if he understood and he nodded. Then she sighed and she pulled him close to her so that she could hug him to her breasts. He enjoyed that and she knew it. She told him that things were going to be quite a bit different and she sure meant it.
Usually, she would send him to his room when it was bedtime and she would depend on him to take his bath and get into his night things. She would come into his room after he called her so that she could tuck him in and make sure that he was all right. Then she would go back to her other work and he would go to sleep.
The night that she had his confession in her hands, things changed. She fed him his dinner and they watched some television, then she said that it was time for his bath. He went up to his room and he got undressed and into his bathtub. He was shocked when she opened his bathroom door and entered. She was smoking a cigarette and she smiled at him as he slid down into the shielding water in the tub.
"I am going to give you a bath, Bruce," she said. "You can sit up."
He tried to tell her that he didn't need any help, that he could take his bath by himself and do it very nicely.
She smiled at him as she knelt beside the tub and began reaching for his privates under the water. She began handling him and in spite of his sense of outrage, he began getting hard and she seemed to be very happy about that.
"It ain't what you want anymore, young man," she said. "Things will go my way for a change. You don't like what I'm doing, you can tell your folks and maybe get me fired. I'll give them your confession and we'll see what they say then."
He was very much aroused and upset and frightened. "They can come walking in any minute," he said.
Lola shook her head and her soft blonde hair bounced and danced around her shoulders. She was handling his privates and he was beginning to enjoy what she was doing to him. He was beginning to squirm and she kept on smiling at him. Then she began jerking him off and he began to feel the heavy, pleasure-pain that usually ended his masturbatory sessions.
"Your folks won't be home until very late," Lola said. "Your father called and said that they were staying in town to see a show and they would dine out. So, we have lots of time to play games and have some fun. Now tell the truth, don't you like what I am doing to you? " He nodded and she laughed. She was very happy about things and he could tell that he was pleasing her. She washed him and then she told him to stand up so that she could dry him off. He was still hard and she handled his cock with very evident pleasure. She put her arm behind his buttocks and she held him to her while she took his rigid cock into her mouth. She began sliding her mouth up and down on his hairless cock and her fingertips played with his balls. He nearly fell when her tongue stimulated him into another orgasm and she sucked him so hard she hurt him. When she took her mouth away his cock was almost purple from the fierce suction she had given it. She laughed as she held on to his sore cock and then she kissed him right on the tip of his cock.
"You don't really come yet," she said. "But with lots of good food and lots of sucking, you will soon be shooting a real load. From now on I will take care of your privates. You just do what I tell you to do and everything will turn out just fine. All right?"
He agreed because he was suddenly aware that he could have lots of fun with Lola and he was anxious to learn everything that there was to learn.
And Lola was a good teacher. She would suck him off before she let him get out of bed in the morning and she would do it again before he went to sleep. During the day, she would be at him every chance that they got, and because they were alone so much, there was more than enough opportunity.
Lola taught him how to suck her breasts, and then she taught him how to masturbate her, and then how to eat her. She had a deeply clefted, slippery cunt and there was always a great deal of juice hanging on it like dew and she kept making more. She taught him how to fuck her and then how to sodomize her and she was not at all ashamed when he discovered that she loved it in her ass best of all. He was her ever-willing cavalier, and an inexhaustible one, it seemed.
There would be afternoons when he and Lola would be at home alone and she would invite him into her room and then get out of her clothes and they would lie on her bed while he went down on her and she took him into her mouth and she told him that such activity was known as a sixty-nine.
She would make him come several times, and he would feast upon the drenched flesh between her legs and then they would have a rest period while she played with his genitals and he played with hers. Then she would use her mouth to make him hard and then she would want to be fucked. In every possible way. And, of course, he was always ready and eager to delight her.
As time passed, he became as familiar with her body as he was with his own and he became aware of changes in his own sexuality. The sensations of orgasm had become intense and almost unbearably pleasant and he was expelling semen in great batches. Lola jerked him off one afternoon and she let him watch as his juice spurted from his overstimulated cock and splashed all over his belly. Lola licked it all up and then she explained to him that he was a man now and a very virile one at that.
Each day was an orgy and he loved the life that he was living. Lola would wake him up every morning and suck him off at least once before she let him go to the bathroom. Then she would fix breakfast for them and after they disposed of the dishes, Lola would have him help her with the housework, then she would let him take her panties off and eat her. They would take some time out while she had some coffee and he had some cocoa. Then she would take him to bed with her and he would fuck her in her cunt and in her ass and between her tits and he liked that kind of fucking very much. When he was close to coming she would lick his cock each time he thrust it up close to her mouth and when he was ready, she would let him come in her eager mouth and suck him for as long as necessary to finish him off.
She would make him suck her cunt while he was resting and then they would continue fucking and sucking all day long. -Now that he could look back and think about his life with Lola, he had to realize that he had performed quite nobly for her. And she had been splendid for him, too.
It was her belief that a young man should know all about his own sexuality and what he liked best and she was always telling him that he must try everything so that he would know what he liked best.
He was willing to try anything that Lola could suggest and he got around to living a rather full life because of Lola and her inclinations.
One afternoon he and Lola were resting on her bed and she was letting him smoke a cigarette while she casually masturbated in front of him. He got up to go to the bathroom and when he returned to the bed he knocked Lola's purse from the chair it was resting upon and the purse skidded across the bedroom floor. He followed it and picked it up and Lola's wallet fell from the purse and landed on the carpeting, opened up so that he could see the pictures of two handsome youngsters staring at him. He looked at the pictures as he carried the purse and the wallet back to Lola. She took the wallet from him and she looked at the pictures, too.
The girl in the picture looked to be about thirteen or fourteen and she was an incredibly beautiful blonde. Her eyes were large and the colored picture showed that they were a gray-green color. Her mouth was soft and full and the lower lip seemed to protrude slightly, giving her a look of petulant impatience. She was smiling and her long straight hair framed her face in a sharp peak and when he stared at her, he found that he was trembling. The boy in the other picture seemed to be about fifteen, maybe older. He was tall, handsome, and he looked so much like the blonde that their relationship was obvious. Lola put the pictures up to her mouth and she kissed each one. Then she put the wallet back into her purse.
"That is Essie and Norman," Lola said. "They are the children where I-used to work. They are my dear friends and I love them."
Bitterly, he said, "I suppose you seduced them, too."
Lola burst out with a loud peal of merry laughter. "Of course," she said. "They insisted upon learning all about sex. What could I do?"
She was so matter of fact about it he was sure that she was fooling. The girl looked to be too virginal, too lovely to be seduced or exploited. Thinking about the things that Lola was revealing, he wondered if the two youngsters were among those whom she was always calling on the telephone. Lola made lots of phone calls.
She loved sex, television, and phone calls, probably in that order.
"Why did you leave the place you last worked?" he asked.
Lola smiled as she squeezed his stiffening cock and she moved so that she could kiss him, wetly, hotly, her tongue moving in and out in his mouth like an energetic snake's.
"The family was going to Europe for a year," Lola said. "They wished me to go along, but I would not. So, I came to work here and I have been happy here."
"Do you ever see those kids anymore?"
"Of course. Whenever I can get away. Perhaps they will want to come and visit me here and meet you. Would you like that, baby?"
A sudden surge of sexual excitement almost suffocated him and he ached with a yearning to meet the pretty young girl whose picture had charmed him. He nodded and Lola laughed.
"That's good," she said, "because I told Essie about you and she wants to meet you, too. Maybe I will invite those kids over for a weekend sometime."
"I wish you would," he said. "She's nice. Real pretty."
Thinking about Lola's reaction to his words made him shiver now. She had looked at him with an odd gleam in her eyes and a funny-looking smile on her face. She had patted the bed beside her chest and when he moved closer to her, she hugged him, kissed him, whispering against his lips, "I will have those kids come and visit, baby, believe me, I will."
She put her hands on his genitals again and then she was kissing him and licking him. Soon they were screwing and he went a little crazy thinking about the pretty little blonde girl and he kept on thinking of her as a child. And that was a mistake. She was a long way from being a child.
His parents went away for a weekend and Lola -explained to him that her previous employers were very wealthy people and they were always on the go, too. She called the girl, Essie, and learned that Essie's parents were jetting to the Riviera for a few days and the kids did not want to go. When Lola invited them to visit with her in her new home, Essie said that she would see. Later that same day, Essie called to tell Lola that her folks would love to have them visit with Lola for a few days. They were going on one of their usual weekend jaunts and they would gladly pay Lola for looking after them. Lola laughed at that and he could not understand why it was funny. Lola told Essie that she and her brother could come to visit whenever they were ready. Essie told Lola that the chauffeur would drop them off a bit later.
Lola was happier than he had ever seen her when she hung up the phone. She began moving around the house, ordering him to help her. Then she took a shower with him and she blew him a couple of times while they were in the shower. Afterward she put on a pretty dress and she suggested that he look as nice and as neat as possible. He could not understand why he had to make special preparations because the other kids were coming to visit.
"I want Essie to like you," Lola said primly.
He shrugged and simply did as he was told. He looked neat and quite handsome, Lola told him, when he was finally finished. He remembered that he was nervous, intimidated somehow by the glorious and glowing beauty of the girl in the photo. He wondered if she would equal the girl in the picture when he saw her in person. He remembered thinking about that.
He could still remember too, the impact that he had felt when he finally met Essie and felt the force of her beauty and her personality. She and her brother arrived at his house late in the day and he and Lola helped the chauffeur carry in their bags. There were five suitcases, he recalled, and he wondered how many bags they would require if they went on a visit for a month. He learned later that Essie was the kind who had lots of pretty clothes and enjoyed wearing them. She would change outfits a dozen times if she couldn't decide what to wear.
Once the chauffeur departed, there was much kissing and hugging and squeals of pure joy from Essie. Then, he was presented to Norman, who was fifteen, and then to Essie who was fourteen.
She was even prettier than her picture and he stood and stared at her in a way that made her big gray-green eyes sparkle with good humor and delight. She stood for a time, examining him with her big eyes, her smile twinkling at him. He was so overwhelmed by her sleek loveliness that he stood, tongue-tied, and just stared at her. She was wearing a pale blue blouse of satin and it was fashioned so that it cupped her breasts and showed them off to great advantage. They were a bit well developed for her age, he thought, but he was not really expert about such matters.
She had a narrow waist and long, lovely legs that were exceptionally alluring in sheer pantyhose and high heels. Her hips and bottom were perfect, too, and she was wearing a pale blue skirt that seemed to match the blouse. He was not sure whether it was a miniskirt or a micromini, but it did show off everything.
Essie gave a little laugh as she stepped close to him. She said, "Hi, Bruce." She stood on her toes and she kissed him and he felt her little tongue darting into his mouth. Then he felt her hand exploring his privates and he shivered. His head began to spin and he realized that she had grasped a hard on and she could easily tell how she affected him. She was smiling into his eyes, very obviously pleased with what she was handling. She let go for a moment so that she could unzip his fly, then her little hand moved inside and fondled his bare flesh. She had her mouth against his and her tongue was busy in his mouth but she managed to talk to him anyway.
"There, that's better," she said softly. "You have a very nice cock, Brucie."
Her fingers wrapped around his stiffened organ and she pulled it outside so that she could manipulate him unimpeded by his clothes. Her brother was necking with Lola and she was playing with his cock, too. He began to shake and he knew that he was expelling his sap and she knew it, too. It slid down between her hand and his cock and then it was all slippery and juicy and he was very close to coming. She seemed to know exactly how he was and she made a quick move and had his cock in her mouth. It was spurting something fierce, so hard that he was sure he would be making holes in the back of her throat, but she seemed well able to cope with him.
She finished him off quite capably and when she stood up again she was licking her lips and her eyes looked a little bit out of focus. Lola was sucking Norman's cock, too and she popped him in a hurry. When she finished with him, she straightened up and she laughed at him and Essie, too.
"Oh, I am so happy to have you kids come and visit," Lola said. "I just know that we will have so much fun."
"I'm glad, too," Essie said, smiling at him, "I like Brucie and we will have lots of fun. Norman is still in love with you, Lola, and I guess that I am, too."
Lola had fixed some cake and cocoa for her guests and they sat in the breakfast nook and ate the cake and sipped at the cocoa. Norman and Essie had their own cigarettes and they placed a package of them on the table and they all lit up.
Essie turned to touch his arm with her little hand and she was smiling at him, liking him.
"Lola has told me all about you and the lovely times that you and she have," Essie said. "We will all have fun now. I know that you like me and that you think I'm very pretty. I am much prettier with all of my clothes off."
"She sure is," Norman said, grinning. "She has a sweet little pussy and it sure is pretty."
"Norman," Essie said with mock dismay, "you mustn't say such things. Brucie will get the wrong idea and then he won't like my little gem when he gets at it. Now, you stop."
"What wrong idea could he think?" Norman said. "There isn't anything that we don't do."
"Of course, dear," Essie said, smiling at her brother. "I just don't want him to think that I make you do things."
"Well, you do," Norman said. He was suddenly sullen.
Remembering Essie now, years later, he shivered. She was unbelievably beautiful, incredibly virginal in appearance, and she seemed to be naive and utterly shy and sweet. Actually she was an aggressive and perverted bitch with little regard for the rights or sensibilities of those with whom she practiced her black arts. She was not at all dictatorial or outright domineering. It was rather that she inspired an earnest desire to please her in every way and when the dust settled and one looked back and remembered, the urge to shiver was always a part of the memory.
He could remember how he was smitten and eager to do her bidding in any way. There were many ways in which he could please her and she made certain that he became acquainted with all of them before the weekend came to an end.
It seemed that Lola and Essie were friends and they teamed up against him and Norman, but Essie's brother enjoyed anything that the two girls might think up. And, he supposed that he did, too.
They spent little time having cocoa and cake. Essie was eager to get to the bedroom so that she could get her clothes off and get right down to business. She took a fancy to him and as soon as he was naked she insisted that he fuck her. She was glorious naked, with pert little breasts and pink-tipped nipples. Her buttocks were creamy smooth and her hairless crotch was entrancing. When she pushed his face down between her legs she didn't have to tell him what to do. He did it, capably and happily.
Norman and Lola were already busy with each other's genitals and Lola was having herself a grand time. And he was having a good time too, so much so that he forgot all about time and place and everything except the very lovely young girl who was delighting him in such generous ways.
Essie seemed to give all of her attentions to him and it was understandable. She could always play with her brother and she was delighted to have new material. They exhausted themselves in the master bedroom and when they finally bedded down for the night, he and Essie slept in each other's arms and Norman and Lola shared an embrace, too.
Essie woke him in the morning. She was stark naked and eager to suck his cock. He wanted her to do it, too, but she insisted that he go down on her and they start the day with a nice sixty-nine. He was agreeable. He was always agreeable, no matter what Essie asked of him.
Later in the day she began asking him to do things that he was sure he would not ordinarily do. She wanted him to fuck her and when he obliged her, she wrung him out with furious clenchings and savage writhings and drenching orgasms and when he had filled her tiny well with his young juices she urged him to go down on her and suck her treasures from her so that he could bring their juices to her hungry mouth in a honey kiss.
Remembering, he felt a quick, queasy sensation in his stomach, not because of what he had done then, but of what he did later. Essie persuaded him to go down on Lola after Norman fucked her and he did it. She persuaded him to eat her pussy while Lola lay with her head beneath his hips, sucking his cock and tickling his balls while Norman screwed him in the ass.
That afternoon Essie began suggesting that he should suck Norman's cock, and then he could see if he was bisexual. She kept at him and he finally did it. The two girls sat side by side on the bed watching him sucking Norman's cock and they were tickling him and fondling him when Norman came and he swallowed him as eagerly as could be and no one thought anything at all about it. He was bisexual from then on.
Essie had been coached in the ways of sex by Lola and she admitted that there had been many males who spent many happy hours with her. She was inventive and demanding and because he adored her, he was her devoted and obedient slave.
Saturday was a day of sexual fun and games that lasted from morning until they slept the sleep of utter exhaustion. That set in at midnight so he could recall a very busy day.
The following day was a time of excesses. Essie was in a bitchy mood and she told Lola to leave the boys alone. She was going to spend the day taking turns with them and it seemed to him that she spent most of the day sucking his cock, but she did the same things to Norman. Lola was allowed to suck and lick Essie's cute little crotch and then he was persuaded to suck it while Essie knelt astride his face and settled her little cunt in his mouth. She was busy sucking his cock and tickling his balls once in a while, Norman would mount his sister and slide his cock into her while she shifted her hips so that her clit was in Bruce's mouth and Norman was screwing her.
The day wore on and he began to feel that there was just too much ecstasy available to him. Late in the afternoon, his interest finally waned and that infuriated Essie.
She whipped him with a belt and that restored his interest in her body and her little sexual projects, and, surprisingly, it aroused him to new and exceptional efforts.
When Essie's visit finally came to an end, he was sorry to see her and her brother go. But, there was no need for sorrow on his part. That first weekend was only the beginning of years of constant association with Essie and Lola and Norman. He and Norman were quite easy with each other and they were able to spend many happy hours practicing their little tricks and no one cared.
When he went off to college, he lost track of Norman but he ran into Essie years later. He met her brand-new husband and he pitied the poor bastard. The guy was nice-looking but he was a mouse and he could imagine the things that Essie would do to him. Essie reported that Norman was in South America working on an engineering project and she invited him to visit her and her husband and he said that he would. But he never did. He had gotten his fill of Essie during his young and formative years and he often wondered if she and her brother had done much to affect his present sexuality. He didn't really know, and he didn't really care.
He had Linda and she was beautiful and ardent and eager to have fun in any way that he might like and he was glad of that. It pleased him to think about buying a couple of sex slaves. The idea was entrancing, and, of course, they could certainly afford a nice young couple. A boy for Linda and a girl for him.
Chapter Five
The idea of taking a young couple into their home seemed to fascinate Linda and it also seemed to affect her sexual ardor. She kept talking about it constantly and she was always at him, handling his organs, sucking him, and smiling into his eyes as she teased him about how nice it could be if they had handsome young slaves who would devote all of their time toward pleasing them and delighting them in any fashion that they could think of.
"I'm sure I would have some lovely ideas," Linda said musingly. "Oh, Bruce, dear, do think about it."
He laughed at her and then he kissed her and he picked up the little poodle and tossed the animal onto the bed. Linda was sitting there, naked, molding her superb breasts while she thought about their glowing future. She shifted her legs so that the little animal could get at her slit and then sat back and enjoyed the work of the little dog's tongue.
He was on "down time," a period when he had to rest because she had drained him dry for the time being. He went into the kitchen and fixed himself some coffee and he carried a cup back to Linda. She was writhing and wriggling on the bed, driven half crazy by the poodle's busy tongue. He watched her experience an exceptional orgasm. The dog kept right on and she let him. Her breasts were swollen charmingly and her coral nipples were hard and thrusting like eager little bullets. She squeezed her breasts harshly, cruelly, then she began to squirm and writhe again as a brand-new series of orgasms began in her.
She was amazing, he thought. She could open her eyes in the morning and enjoy being worked on until midnight without any interruption. She was a machine, he supposed. He put her coffee cup down on the bedside table, then he bent and kissed her. She never even noticed. She was much too busy.
He went into the bathroom and got under the shower. His head felt a little woozy and he would have to eat and rest for a while. He had let Linda suck him for too long, he assumed. He knew that whenever she sucked on him for hours on end, which she always liked to do, he would wind up lightheaded and a bit dazed, but he never complained. He was not about to complain now.
When he stepped out of the shower he found that Linda was in the bathroom, too. He watched her as she used the bidet and then she gave him her goon girl grin as she stepped into the shower. He waited for her and watched her as she used the depilatory lotions on her crotch and the rest of her lovely body. Then she rinsed herself off and they jumped into the pool for a swim. He loved having an indoor pool where they could swim nude in complete privacy and he especially liked sitting in the Jacuzzi with Linda while they played with each other and necked like naughty little hooky players.
A few days later, Carol called to invite them to the next meeting of her group and he and Linda were turned on completely until the actual time of the meeting. Carol promised that she and Fred would come by for them and pick them up on their way to the group's session. He knew that he liked Carol very much and he was sure that she and her husband had enjoyed their visit and he could not understand why Carol and Fred had not visited again, but he was very much relieved when Carol kissed him hotly as soon as she saw him. They stood in the foyer of the big house while he and Linda slipped into their wraps and Carol squeezed his cock through the fabric of his pants. She giggled as she stood on her toes so that she could kiss him.
"You save some of that for me, you hear?" she said gaily.
He laughed at her earnestness. "If you are that fond of it," he said, "how come we haven't seen anything of you in the last few days?"
Fred was bussing Linda and they were paying no attention to him and Carol. She squeezed his cock again and then she let him go reluctantly. She stepped close to smear a swift, hot kiss on his mouth.
"I had the curse, baby," she said, in a little girl voice. "I drop out of things when I have that little problem. But I am really ready now. Boy, am I ready."
She was wearing a miniskirt and pantyhose but he put his palm against her crotch and she began whimpering as soon as he began rubbing her there. Linda pushed Fred away and she had a dazed look on her face.
"We'd better stop," she said, "or we won't even get out of this house tonight."
Carol moved away from him and her beautiful green eyes were glowing with affection as she stared at him.
"I am so glad that we like each other," she said. "We will have such good times in the future."
"We sure will," Linda said.
They went out and got into the car and he got out and let them through the gates and they drove in the night to a distant house and brand-new friends and associates. At one point during the drive Carol turned so that she could look back at them across the seatback and she was smiling delightedly.
"I'm afraid that we told our kids about you two," Carol said, "and they are just dying to meet you."
"I'm so glad," Linda said. "Bruce just loves young stuff."
He laughed at that. "Honey," he said, "we all love young stuff. We'd be freaks if we didn't."
Carol said, "I promised the kids that we'd have you at our place for a weekend at least. Maybe longer. We'll see."
He sat back and listened to Linda and Carol chatter about little inconsequentials and he realized that they were both very nervous about the approaching meeting. He was a bit nervous, too.
There was no need for apprehension on their part. When Fred parked the car, they were in the backyard of a beautiful mansion and as they walked toward a rear doorway the portal opened to welcome them. As they walked into the big house, they entered an area of subdued lighting, deep pile carpets, and glittering crystal.
A tall brunette with coronet braids and a beautiful young face smiled and welcomed them to her home. Her name was Irene and her husband, Ferd, was busy with others who were being seated in a vast living room. Irene was absolutely lyrical about Linda's good looks and that made her feel very good. She was practically glowing as he sat down beside her on a couch and accepted a drink from a tall, hand some man with a small mustache and a big smile. He was Ferd, he said, their host and he was very glad to have them as guests.
The vast room began to fill up with handsome young people and Bruce saw several young women that he hoped he would get to know a bit better. Linda was watching him with a gentle, understanding smile. Irene came over to take him around so that he could be introduced to the others and when the meeting finally got underway he estimated that there were about ten couples at the meeting. That made twenty people altogether and he found it a bit difficult to keep track of everyone.
Irene saw his confusion as it was obvious that he was trying to match the husbands with their wives and she told him not to bother.
"There are no husbands and wives here tonight," she said. "Only nice young people who are eager to have fun with each other. We don't bother with anything else."
Carol and Fred stayed close to them for a time and Carol explained the general procedure. She and several others were required to go into a huddle as the membership committee and she would propose them for membership. At the next meeting they would be voted upon and, she was certain, be accepted.
"Does that mean that we are judged upon our performance here tonight?" Linda asked worriedly.
Carol laughed at her. "Not necessarily," she said. "Everyone expects that you will be nervous and just looking around. You will be accepted for membership, take my word for it."
A moment later, Irene and several other people, male and female, took their seats behind a large conference-type table and the meeting was called to order. Bruce watched the whole proceedings, amazed at the businesslike way things were handled.
The chairman of the board called the meeting to order and then the rules of parliamentary procedure took over and the people at the table ran through the business at hand while the guests sipped at drinks that had been served by Ferd.
Irene was acting chairman of the meeting and he learned that the person who was host to the group was automatically the chairman. The other positions seemed to be filled more permanently.
Several committee chairmen made their reports and the pretty little redhead in charge of the entertainment committee announced that they would be visited by a sales representative from one of the big novelty houses. They all knew the girl. Her name was Rhoda and she always had new and decidedly imaginative things to sell to them.
"I told Rhoda that she could expect to be admitted at ten. I figured we would all love a rest period about then." The girl handling the group's entertainment problems seemed to know exactly what she was doing and those listening to her were in complete approval of her thinking.
There were other matters to be dealt with. One of the girls was in trouble with the grievance committee. A complaint had been filed against her for refusing one of the other members. The girl, a petite blonde, stood and explained that she had not been feeling too well at the time and so she had simply said no when one of the men had asked her for a blowjob.
"I thought that it would make me sicker," she explained.
Irene said, "Then you admit your guilt?"
The blonde girl shrugged. She just didn't seem to care. She was a very pretty girl, young, with large white teeth that gleamed when she smiled.
Irene turned to the other members of the group and she asked for a suggestion as to punishment for Lori, the little blonde. The girl, not allowed to vote, carried a small bowl from one member to the next and each of them wrote their idea of punishment on a slip of paper and tossed it into the bowl as the "victim" brought it to them.
The bowl was carried to the big table and a tally was made and Irene was all smiles as she announced that Lori's punishment was to be a whipping. The decision had been unanimous.
Bruce looked at the little blonde and he was a bit surprised to see that the girl was wearing a pleased smile. Irene noticed the girl's reaction too.
"We have obviously chosen the type of punishment that Lori likes," she said. "So, it is decreed that the whipping shall be complete and as an added punishment, she can spend an hour with Rex."
The blonde girl accepted that with still another smile.
A few moments later the meeting was adjourned and Irene and Ferd invited all of the guests to follow them to the playroom. That turned out to be an entire floor and a place of exceptional beauty and charm.
Bruce found that Linda was holding onto him as they entered the top floor of the mansion. She was impressed and a bit overwhelmed by the beauty of the vast room.
At the far end, people were hanging up their clothes and there was a bathroom on either side of the racks that were intended for clothes. The room had several couches upholstered in red and black leather and there were all sorts of benches and chairs and furnishings designed for esoteric purposes. They were designed for erotic purposes too and as he began undressing and hanging up his things he was a bit amazed at the beauty of those who were already naked. Many of the men presented hairless genitals and the women were all shaved and powdered and deodorized in their crotches. A cute little brunette with a dimpled pubis came over to him and she smiled at him shyly, in spite of her nudity.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Gilly. Would you like to have some fun with me? I have been keeping an eye on you ever since you got here. You turn me on, baby. You really do."
She reached for his stiff cock and she began pumping her little hand up and down as she smiled up into his face. "Shall I suck you off first so that you won't waste it?" she asked.
"You look like you'll pop if I fool with you too much."
He took her unoccupied hand and he led her to a corner of the room and they settled down upon the deep pile carpeting and then he buried his face in her crotch and he began licking her slit. He shivered as he began smelling her genitals and he was grateful to her for her thoughtfulness. She had not deodorized her most precious possession, after all, and the smell of her loins aroused him to fierce and ardent actions.
She was an expert cocksucker and she was wild for him. When she popped him, she swallowed him eagerly, savoring his honey, keeping the head of his cock just inside the threshold of her lips. She kept on with him, using her tongue and her mouth to inflame him and bring him to a new state of readiness. Instinctively, she knew just the right moment to let him go, to shift so that she got him on top of her. He slid his cock into her and they screwed like a couple of frantic mink. She was a wild fuck, a good one. Her heels dug into his back and her nails raked his shoulders. When she began coming, she slammed her buttocks against his legs with a vicious eagerness to enjoy it all, to squeeze every vestige of pleasure from their union.
When it was over, they clung together like shaking, frightened children until she finally eased her hips away from him. There was a lesbian waiting, a cute little brown-eyed girl, who was avid for Gilly's loaded cunt. The other gal had just been fucked, too. He could see the drippings running down her thighs as she moved into position and began licking Gilly's valley and thighs. Gilly glued her mouth to the other girl's cunt and the two of them began a noisy sixty-nine.
He was down for the moment so he took time to look around him. Couples were busy with each other's glands all over the place. There were several male homosexual couples, and their lesbian partners were busy, too. He saw Carol busy with a handsome young man who was screwing her in the ass while another young man was on his back beneath her, shoving his cock in and out of her cunt. She was having herself a really grand time and she was sucking another guy's cock. A moment later he saw Linda sucking a guy off and swallowing his juice with very evident pleasure. A guy was behind Linda, sucking her cunt and playing with her dangling tits and he was sure that she was enjoying herself to the utmost. He sat and watched while he smoked a cigarette and the vast floor seemed to be a heaving sea of naked bodies, engaged in all sorts of sexual practices.
A few feet away from him a young couple finished a torrid session of fucking and the girl flaked out after it was over. She sprawled with her cunt facing him and he had an urge to go down on her and eat her while she shivered and quaked in the throes of a delicious agony. He looked up and saw that the young man who had pronged the girl was on his knees, gazing at his crotch and licking his lips. He shifted his gaze and stared at Bruce.
"I'd be glad to take care of that for you," he said, pointing to Bruce's stiff cock. That amazed him. He had not been aware that he was hard again.
"Be my guest," Bruce said, smiling.
The young man reached out and began fondling his balls and then he bent so that he could kiss the tip of Bruce's cock. He straightened up and saw the way Bruce was looking at the girl's working crotch and he snickered. "Go right ahead, friend," he said. "Ellie loves to have her cunt eaten when she is off in orbit. It makes it so much nicer for her. She just loves it."
"You know her?" Bruce asked. The young man was handling his cock and tickling his balls and he was rapidly losing his cool. The young man seemed to know the way he was affecting Bruce. He was kissing and licking the stiff cock and he had a soft, bemused smile on his face.
"Ellie is my sister," the young man said. "I've been balling her since we were kids, so I know what Ellie likes. Enjoy her, friend. She loves anything that you can think up."
Bruce groaned as the young man's mouth enveloped his cock and then he was sliding his face between Ellie's smooth white thighs. When he began kissing and licking her sexual parts, the girl groaned and her fingers began running through his hair. She was shifting and squirming her hips as his avid mouth emptied her and then brought on brand-new freshets of her delicious nectars. She was extremely excitable, and each time she was close to discharging a new batch of honey, she would grasp the back of his head with her hands and push him too tightly into her slit and while her honey would spill onto his tongue that way, he faced a possibility of suffocation. But, always, she released him in time to survive.
He went ape when the young man's fingers began sliding into his asshole and he could feel each movement as the young man forced him into coming and then used his finger against Bruce's prostate to push out even more of his sap. He thought that that was rather much but he enjoyed it too much to complain.
His cock was still hard and the young man kept right on sucking it. The girl he was working on seemed to regain some of her senses and she found her brother's cock and began sucking it. They formed a very busy trio for a while and then he came again, forced into new raptures by an educated tongue and an irresistible suction.
They talked after a while and he got to know the young couple. They wee both severely oversexed, they suspected and they found ample outlets for their urges in the group. The girl was married and her brother lived with them and they were a very busy trio.
Smiling a bit self-consciously, the girl said, "It takes two cocks to keep me happy. Sometimes more. You must come and visit us some time."
"Oh, I will," Bruce said. He kissed the girl's soft, sweet mouth and then he left them, seeking new friends.
There were people of both sexes eager to oblige him in any way that he might think of but for a time he wanted to indulge his voyeuristic tendencies. He suspected privately that there was little else that he could do right away. He supposed that the young man who had sucked him off so capably and used a fingertip against his prostate to drain him dry, had overdone things for him. He would be fine after a rest but he decided that he would stay away from Ellie and her knowledgeable brother.
He was busy with a very nice sixty-nine that he had drifted into with a nice little blonde girl when the lights in the big room went up and he could hear Irene making an announcement in her sweet and educated tones.
"Finish up now, everybody," Irene said. "It is ten and we will have a rest period and some refreshments. Then Rhoda will show us her supplies and those who wish to may order them direct from her. While those of you who are busy at the moment conclude your activities I will ask a couple of unoccupied males to go downstairs and bring up Rhoda's sample cases. Rhoda is waiting to be brought up, too."
He realized that he probably missed a lot but the blonde girl simply would not give up without getting what she was after and he managed to do some very nice things for her, too. The girl gave him a warm, affectionate smile and then she drifted into the sea of flesh that was all around him. He sat where he was and someone gave him a cigarette and he watched as several young men set up a coffee table in the center of the room. A bright spotlight was turned on and it shone down upon the coffee table.
A moment or two later, a pretty redhead with large green eyes and a twinkling smile, entered the spotlighted area. She was wearing a micro-miniskirt and pantyhose and a tight sweater that showed off a superb set of boobs. She was pretty and young and she knew it.
The young men who had carried her suitcases upstairs placed them upon the coffee table and the girl began opening them.
"You all know me," she said. "Or at least, most of you know me. If there are any new members, hi. We will get acquainted later on. Now let's get on to business."
Several of the members helped her to display her wares and after she had gotten many of her goodies spread out on the coffee table and on the floor, too, the guests were invited to crowd around and observe. The pretty redhead was very gracious about explaining the function of the things that she was selling.
He was an interested spectator and when he felt a small feminine hand creeping into his own, he held onto it. He glanced downward and saw Linda's smiling face. She puckered her lips at him and that wasn't good enough. He pulled her close and his mouth found hers and when he kissed her, she shivered. He held her hand and kept her close to him while they watched and listened to the pretty redhead.
There were all sorts of paddles and straps with which a loved one could be punished, and a whole array of salves and creams and unguents that could make it all better afterwards. There were many salves and lotions designed to be used on the genitals and the pubic area, materials that would make the flesh seethe and squirm in delicious torment.
The girl held up a jar of pale pink liquid and she smiled engagingly at her audience. "This baby is beautiful," she said. "You use it as a depilatory and while it is getting rid of all that nasty old hair, it works on the nerve endings in the skin and then it penetrates into the flesh and many girls report that it can induce some very lovely orgasms all by itself. And, of course, it does keep our little cunnies very interested in attention."
There were vibrators of all sizes, mechanized dildos that were electrified and others that were simply static. Some were filled with fluids that escaped during copulation and the fluids stimulated the flesh of both sexes. There were others that could be inserted and then energized with an electrical surge of whatever pulsations might be desired. These were very popular, he knew. Some of those that he and Linda now owned were the more sophisticated types.
While the redhead was still explaining the characteristics of her dildos and their equipage, the young men who had brought up her first two bags, brought in several smaller ones. She got to these right away. One of the cases was filled with various aphrodisiacs.
"This month," she said, "we have several new and more potent aphrodisiacs, those wonderful aids to pleasure that our medics say don't really exist. But we all know better, don't we?"
She took the time to explain the benefits that one could expect from each of the drugs and herbs that she displayed. She had a dozen different substances that she said were harmless secretagogues, substances that would step up the manufacture of semen. She offered hypodermic syringes that were to be used to inject a thin, watery substance into the testicles of the scrotum. This material would serve as a swift and indefatigable secretagogue and cause steady emissions until a period of four hours from the last injection had elapsed. This material, the girl said, was very popular with those who kept male slaves and could not get enough from them during ordinary activities.
Bruce was quite surprised to learn that many of those in this group were quite familiar with secretagogues. He was a bit shocked, too, when Carol squeezed his arm and he realized that she was standing close to him.
"That stuff is wonderful," she whispered. "You just can't imagine what it will do. The boys and Fred love it when we use it. It gives them thrills and sensations they can't get any other way. Just you wait until you try it."
He shivered and when Linda put her hand on his cock he realized that he had an enormous hard on. Linda moved so that she was in front of him and she held his cock, guiding it into her cunt while she stood in front of him, watching and learning. The darkness around them probably shielded many couples who were managing a quiet fuck during the redhead's talk. Linda began squirming and she was moving her hips up and down. He came and she did too and he was not at all surprised when he heard her giggle in a soft and very pleased way.
She moved away from him and he noticed that Carol shifted and was on her knees, obligingly sucking Linda's little twat, licking at her thighs as she struggled to get every drop for herself.
He turned his attention back to the salesgirl who had moved in to other things. She was displaying bondage tools and equipment; thongs and whips and all sorts of esoteric items that was supposed to induce exquisite erotic ecstasies.
"We will take time out now for some coffee and some goodies," Irene said finally. "Then Rhoda has some films that she would like us to look at. They will show us how the costumes and the other things are best used."
Irene turned to Rhoda and she smiled teasingly.
"Wouldn't you like to get out of those pretty clothes, dear?" she asked. "After all, I'm sure that there are many here who would just love spending some time with you."
The pretty redhead smiled and moved out of the pool of light. A moment later the other lights came on and he saw that the pretty young saleslady was as naked as anyone else. She was busy talking to some prospective customers, while a handsome young man was on his knees in front of her, eagerly eating her and licking her slippery cleft while she seemed to be utterly unaffected, able to talk sensibly and to discuss her business.
There was a brief period of eager activity on the part of those attending the meeting and it was apparent that the girl's talk and exhibition had aroused many to extreme sexual excitement. When things calmed somewhat, Irene and Ferd, aided by some of the girls who had been attended to, served coffee and cookies. When the guests were settled with their refreshments, the young men who were helping Rhoda set up a portable screen and a projector and she showed films.
The films were excellent and those who appeared in them were handsome young people and they modeled the costumes very charmingly. There were pretty girls wearing special bras on gorgeous breasts, bras that had cutouts that permitted the nipples and the tips of the breasts to protrude so that they would be accessible to the very pretty whips that were designed for the whipping of the female breasts. The girls were obviously the kind who dug having their breasts handled in such cruel fashion because, in each case, after the girl's breasts were brought to a state of rosy-hued agitation, the whipmaster or mistress would sting the nipple with expert strokes and the fruits of the whole process could be seen trickling down the lovely inner thighs of the "victim."
The films were fitted with their own soundtracks and an unidentified voice extolled the exquisite benefits of the various items shown. One very popular item of costume jewelry said to be enjoying a vogue at the moment was a jeweled dog collar and leash that was designed for the male slave. There was a harness arrangement, also jeweled, that fitted around the thighs and kept the individual on his knees. The voice admitted, parenthetically, that such devices would work as well for male or female.
There was a jeweled yoke, described by a feminine voice as the "yoke of ecstasy." The one designed for use on the male was shaped like a teardrop. It was applied with the rounded part over the penis, the rest fitted around and beneath the balls and then nestled against the perineum, held in position by a fabricated harness arrangement. There was a very delicate ribbonlike leash attached to the yoke and when the ribbon was tugged, thousands of needles jabbed into sensitive flesh and forced the male into immediate orgasm. During the orgasm it was impossible to feel pain, and many said that the ecstasy of orgasm was heightened magnificently by the needles, and afterwards, a tug on the ribbon would make the biggest slave hurry to answer a summons.
There were twin yokes of varying sizes for the female breasts, also with needles in them, then there were padded yokes that the female could wear with dildos attached for the anus and the vagina, and needles would pop out of these gadgets, too. Two very young and pretty girls came onto the screen naked and in the throes of excruciating agony as they writhed and squirmed and crawled on the floor, experiencing many liquid orgasms. Each girl had a pretty butterfly clamp attached to each nipple and the lips of their cunts were grasped in the serrated teeth of other clamps obviously designed for such tormenting activities.
The voice on the soundtrack explained that the girls, teenagers, actually, were devoted to the exquisite pleasures of erotic anguish and the clamps being demonstrated were most effective and unable to do any permanent damage.
The film ran on and on and a total stranger began playing with Bruce's cock and then he felt a wet, clinging mouth sliding up and down on his rod and he wondered if his eager benefactor was a girl or a boy. He decided that he didn't really much care and while he continued to watch the screen, he was treated to a delightful and skillfully exquisite, long-lasting blowjob.
He put his hands down so that he could caress the long, soft tresses of the person delighting him so charmingly, and while the hair was long and wavy and well tended, it indicated nothing about the sex of his cocksucker. He sighed and concentrated on watching the screen.
There were men screwing men and using very clever dildos for the purpose and women screwing men, too. There were many beautiful costumes exhibited and then some of the more expensive mechanized couches were shown. One very beautiful couch with mechanized dildos mounted in its depths was offered for thirty-five hundred dollars and the announcer pointed out that it was a steal at that price and certainly a delight for those who could enjoy the hedonistic life.
Carol was still close to him. She squeezed his arm as she whispered that she and Ferd had such a couch at home and he and Linda would be able to try it out.
He looked around him and saw that no one was paying any attention to the screen anymore. They were all busily engaged in sexual activity of one sort or another and he suddenly ached to be so occupied, too.
The individual who was sucking his cock was still busy with him and he could squirm in delicious torment each time the hungry mouth squeezed his organ as it moved upward, squeezing his material from him with very expert action. He moved so that he could put his hands on his guest's body and cup a pair of luscious breasts in his hands. A moment later he was sliding his face between lovely long legs and he began smelling the bewitching odor of cunt. The girl was flowing heavily and he began feasting upon her sweetness. She started using her tongue on him with exceptional skill, but as soon as he was close to orgasm, she eased off and let him treat her to a fierce, clenching orgasm, then she would begin again.
He became lost in a world of extreme sensations and when the girl finally let him come she kept sucking him with a tenacity of purpose that made his meat tingle and scream in protest.
He finally pushed her away. She found his mouth and they kissed and he realized that he was holding the girl, Rhoda. She was quivering, still experiencing the waning ecstasies of a spectacular sexual convulsion and he was handling her breasts, enjoying them.
When she was finally at ease, he gave her a cigarette that he took from a box on a nearby coffee table. She wriggled into his arms, giggling softly in the semi-darkness. He realized that someone had shut the machine off, or maybe it was a self-shutting off projector. He was delighted to kiss the sweet and eager mouth that was crawling all over his own.
"I expect to sell you and your lovely little wife lots of goodies," Rhoda whispered. "The others here have most of the stuff but you two are new. I will sell you lots of things. Especially if you are going to buy a couple of slaves.'" He was surprised, wondering how she could know anything of his intentions. She explained before he could ask.
"Fred told me," she said, giggling happily as she whispered into his ear. "I was sucking his cock for him while he told me about it. I love Fred, don't you?"
He said that he did indeed love Fred and Carol, too. The redhead began handling his cock again and she was sitting on her legs in front of him. His meat was as soft as a fat lady's tit and he was sure that the redhead was wasting her time with him now. She lifted her arm and he saw that she wore a small purse on her wrist. She opened it, then she placed a small pill on his lips.
"Open up," she said. "Momma has something nice for baby and then baby will have something nice for Momma right away."
He opened his mouth and he swallowed the pill easily and then she had her head in his lap and he felt the warmth of her wet mouth on his cock and he was suddenly bristling with a massive hard on. He was so severely turned on his cock was throbbing and aching and he could feel a weird sensation in his balls. It felt like a thousand ants with red-hot feet were walking around in his loins and the feeling was delightful. He was afraid that he would come before she was able to get him into her mouth but he did not.
Even after she began sucking on him, he did not come. The sensation of orgasm was a steady, throbbing feeling in his loins and he suspected that she was sucking his material from him a drop at a time, but he did not care. He was experiencing an ecstasy that was nicer than anything that he had ever known and he did not want it to end for a long time.
And it did not.
Chapter Six
She slept late and even after she opened her eyes and faced the brightness of her bedroom, she still wanted to rest. She sat up and reached for a cigarette. Bruce was still sound asleep beside her and she shifted the bedding so that he was naked and she could look at his noble cock in its repose.
His balls and his cock were covered with lipstick and she knew that some of it was her own. She remembered the way she had been when she and Bruce finally got to bed and now she felt her skin crawling and prickling with new and startling sensations.
She had heard it said that many couples were wild for each other after they left a group session and she knew now that it was true. She had been avid for Bruce's cock and he had fucked her. Then they had gotten into a sixty-nine and she devoured him with all the ferocity of a vampire.
He had been equally hungry for her, too, she remembered. She sucked the smoke deep into her lungs and then she tried to remember all of the things that she had done the previous evening and she could not. She glanced into a mirror and as she opened her legs she could see that her own crotch was smeared with lipstick and there were many differing shades. She sighed and put her hand between her legs so that she could rub herself into an orgasm. She was horny as hell this morning and she popped very quickly. She was heaving and gasping for breath as orgasm shook her. She sighed again, sucked on her cigarette, then got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
She climbed into the shower and scrubbed herself clean with a determination to rid her body of any of the vestiges of the previous night. She washed her hairless genitals carefully and aroused herself anew by handling them. She spread her legs slightly and let her urine join the flow of water that was drenching her body. She shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then she wrapped a towel around her head and she got out of the shower stall and looked at her pretty young body in the mirrored walls.
She gazed into the mirror above the bowl and she was glad that it was tilted and low enough so that she could see her little cleft and her creamy white thighs. She smiled into her own eyes as she slipped her finger up into her cunt. She shivered as she remembered that at least four guys had screwed her up the ass and they had deposited their loads in her there. She sat down on the stool and quickly cleansed that portion of her anatomy, too.
She remembered then that she had spent a lot of money for goodies that the salesgirl had handed over to her. She had a suitcase full of toys downstairs. Irene had been very helpful about helping her select things and she had also loaned a suitcase so that Linda could carry her purchases home.
She stifled the urge to rush downstairs and look at the things that she had bought right away. She decided that she would wait for Bruce to be with her. She began to think of Bruce, vulnerable in his sleep and she went into the bedroom and stood for a time looking down at him. His cock was stiff and tight against his belly. She began to drool as she thought of sucking him off. He loved being awakened in such a charming fashion and she was always eager to awaken him like that.
She looked over at the corner of the bedroom and saw that her little poodle was awake. He was sitting up, wagging his tail. She went over to him and she picked him up. She hugged him to her and she giggled softly as the animal licked her naked breast.
"We'd better let you out," she said.
She put a robe on and carried the dog downstairs. She let him out for a while, then she sat and smoked a cigarette while she tried to get her mouth under control.
Thinking about the night before and its events should get her mind off of Bruce's cock, she thought.
The beautiful redhead had sold a lot of stuff and she had taken orders for lots more. Most of the things that she and Bruce were interested in she bought and carried home. They were thinking about one of the fancy couches with the built-ins but she wanted to try Carol's first.
The party had gotten a bit rough after a while. During the late hours, most of the males were pretty useless and the girls began feeding upon each other, then a couple of trained dogs were brought in. They were really wild, she thought. The dogs were trained to lick cunt or to fuck. Some of the girls who were a bit squeamish about accepting a dog's cock in their cunts were eager to accept the same treatment in their assholes.
Irene brought out some garments that were like G-strings. They were harnesses, actually, that fitted tightly over the girl's cunt and left her asshole the only available opening for the dog. She had watched and seen the exquisite sensations that the girls were enjoying and she had been tempted to let one of the animals do her but she had gotten busy with other things and then she never did get around to trying a session with a dog. But, she intended to, the first chance that she got.
She stayed for the punishment session and watched the disciplining staff strap the pretty girl into a whipping rack and she was very close to the suffering girl. She could see the swift, shuddering reactions that the little blonde's body showed each time the very fetchingly costumed whipmaster touched her soft flesh with the cruel whips. The whipmaster was a very young and beautiful girl who stopped off late, just to punish the lovely Lori. It dawned on Linda after a while that the girl was experiencing ecstasy, and her anguish was merely extreme pleasure too intense to endure.
The dogs got at her after a while. She was constantly emptying her loins and the fruits of her orgasms were sliding down her legs and the dogs dealt with her juices and then one began licking her sexual organs while the other one began licking and tonguing her asshole. After watching the girl's agonies for a long time, Linda realized that she was envying her. The peculiar pleasures that could be felt from whips and lashes were not unknown to her, but she had never really gotten to be seriously interested in such joys. She didn't really dig whips, she supposed. But, she could watch the glorious sensations that the girl, Lori, was experiencing and she could envy her such bliss.
She and Bruce had been among the last to leave the meeting. She liked to think that they delayed their departure because they were riding with Fred and Carol but she knew that that was not so. Carol and Fred had been willing to leave at any time after they had made their purchases from the salesgirl.
She liked the girl, Rhoda, and she had spent some time with her, talking and visiting and then, inevitably, enjoying a delightful sixty-nine.
Rhoda had mentioned to her that she knew an agent, a woman who was seeking homes for some rather exceptional young people. And she had heard that Linda and Bruce were thinking about Linda's half-formed plans and she was She admitted that Carol and Fred had told her bout Linda's half-formed plans and she was hoping that she could be of some help.
"What makes these young people so exceptional?" Linda asked, while they were sharing a time of smoking and talking.
"They are exceptionally good-looking," Rhoda said. "Miss Letitia only handles young people who have not been too well used. And, she requires that her youngsters be eager and ardent and she will set up an appointment and make sure that the deal is a good one for everybody concerned. The young people are placed in the home for a thirty-day trial period. After that, they go or stay permanently. It works out well. Can I tell Miss Letitia that you would like to see her?"
Carol had said yes and then they talked of other things. Rhoda put her hands on Linda's breasts and Linda put her hands on Rhoda's breasts and they began toying with each other's sexual parts. They began kissing and hugging and then they moved and wound up in a passionate and enervating sixty-nine. She was drained dry by the time the pretty redhead left her. She sat for a long time in a stupor, overcome by exceptional orgasms and their toll.
She wandered for a time, looking at others engaged in delightful pursuits, and she was entranced and fascinated by the punishment session that the blonde, Lori, had to sustain. Irene explained to her that the punishment and disciplining activities were always reserved for the end of the evening because watching it usually affected the others and sent them home really turned on and eager for one more session with their mates.
Linda was willing to believe that. She and Bruce had gotten home, and after bidding Fred and Carol good night, they got undressed and then went wild with sexual demands upon each other. They talked afterward and agreed that joining such a group could be a good thing. Finally they slept and now Bruce was still sleeping.
She woke him, after a while. He was horny as hell and his stiff cock was practically vibrating with excitement and agitation. Surprisingly, they wound up in a long, passionate session of necking and when she finally got into a robe and went about the business of fixing some breakfast, she was entirely happy and at peace with the world.
Carol called after breakfast and they talked for a time.
"The kids are driving me up the walls," Carol said, laughing. "They want us to invite you and Bruce over for a few days. So, you are officially invited. When would you like to visit?"
She talked it over with Bruce and they decided that they would like a couple of days of rest before visiting with Fred and Carol.
"That will be a really wild orgy," Bruce said, smiling. "Let's rest up for it. Make it Friday afternoon."
She talked with Carol and the date was set. (Fred and Carol were eager to get a bit of rest, too.)
They swam in the pool for a time then they fell into a warm embrace and Linda began to shiver and shake with renewed sexual vigors. She decided that it was time for them to fool around with the things that she had bought from Rhoda, the saleslady.
She fixed a light lunch for them and after they had eaten, she asked Bruce to carry the bags upstairs to their bedroom. She had purchased a large stock of lotions and salves and herbs and a large supply of the little pills that Rhoda had used to revive Brace's interest in sexual matters at the meeting.
She got undressed so that Bruce could put the breast yokes on her lovely boobs and when he pulled the bra that contained the fancy rings tight, Linda's breasts popped out like bursting pears. She began to squirm, feeling a strange, sensual thrill. He put a clamp on each nipple and she got down on all fours so that he could attach the ribboned leash to the mechanism at the back of the bra. Then he attached the cruel serrated clamp to her tiny cunt lips and she began scurrying around the floor, too tormented to be still. But she was enjoying this new and special agony and could feel the way her loins were expelling her juices and her whole crotch became wet and dewy as her anguish increased. He could not resist the urge to tug on the leash, she supposed, because he did tug on it and the needles popped out of the rings and dug into her breasts with a quick, brutal assault. She was conscious of a wave of intense pain in her bosom and then she was experiencing an orgasm of exceptional pleasures. She stopped caring about the pain and she began to enjoy the remarkable thrills that the new equipment was giving to her.
Her body became a whole area of intense sensation and she knew that Bruce was aroused and excessively turned on. He touched the butterfly clamp on her labia and when she gasped and spilled in a new orgasm, he laughed at her. Then he was behind her, slipping his cock into her asshole and that was the final straw for her. She groaned and began pulsating like an agitated vegetable and all that she could feel was ecstatic thrills and fierce sensations. She sighed and gave herself up to the excruciating thrills that were lancing through her being and her mind drifted off into a limbo of exaggerated bliss.
Later in the day they experimented with the teardrop collar that she had bought for Bruce's genitals and he was able to enjoy exceptional thrills, too. She poured some of the depilatory on Bruce's crotch and he was soon as hairless as she was and he was then able to enjoy the tingling, smarting sensations that the lotions imparted to tender flesh. All in all, Linda was very pleased with her purchases and she was sure that Bruce was too. And because they had to try everything, they wore themselves out. Each day was a long drawn-out period of constant sexual experimentation but, instead of losing interest, they seemed more and more driven and eager to try new things. Linda slept only when exhaustion forced her into slumber and she wondered if they would be able to rest a day or two before going to visit Fred and Carol for a few days.
Circumstances forced a halt in their marathon sexual enterprises. Bruce had to go off on a business trip for two days and Linda used the time for resting. When she took inventory she learned that she and Bruce had used a lot of the aphrodisiacs that they had bought and she was sure that they would swear that the materials they used certainly did the work that was claimed for them.
Bruce got home on Friday and he looked to be rested and fit and the first thing that he insisted upon doing was taking time out to get reacquainted with his lovely bride and her pretty parts. They went to bed and began making love and when they began to think of other things, it was much too late to bother going to Fred's and Carol's, so Linda called and promised that they would drive over in the morning and then spend several days with them and their kids.
Bruce wanted to try out some of their erotic equipment and she became eager to do so, too, and then they took some of the pills and herbs and then became wild, sexy fiends, too turned on to quite testing their glands and their bodies. When they finally slept, it was because they could do nothing else. Linda kissed Bruce good night, happy that he was the way he was and glad that she was just as wild for fun and games, too.
The telephone awakened her. There was a young woman on the line and she was trying to explain to Linda that her name was Miss Letitia and she would like to stop in and see Linda and her husband. Linda yawned and reached for a cigarette, hoping that the smoke would help her to awaken.
"I have obviously disturbed you while you were sleeping," the woman on the phone said, "but it is most necessary that I speak with you. I will stop in and see you in about an hour. Carol and Fred have told me where to locate the key for the gates, so you won't be at all disturbed."
"Okay," Carol said, with the amiability of those not yet awake. She cradled the telephone, scratched her pubis and then snapped into a wide-awake state. She woke Bruce immediately. "That woman called us," she said excitedly.
"The woman that finds slaves for people."
Bruce sat up and stared at her. He was smiling but he was not at all awake. She lit a cigarette for him and put it into his mouth. Then she sat down on the side of the big bed and began explaining things to him.
He got out of bed and she took a shower with him. They lingered for a time in the shower because he got hard in her hand so she let him slide it up into her and they pranced around under the water and she squirmed and he began thrusting, then he was coming in her and she could feel the warmth of his leaking juices sliding down her legs. When he finally pulled himself out of her, she left the shower long enough to use the bidet and then she finished her shower.
She fixed a quick breakfast for them and they ate hurriedly. Linda made certain that they were dressed nicely and looked like a very handsome young couple who would be good to young slaves. When she went to answer the front doorbell, Linda was a bit surprised to learn that she was trembling. She glanced at Bruce, gave him a goon girl grin and then went off to the door.
A tall, handsome blonde woman, perhaps forty, was standing on the front porch. A small new car sat in the driveway behind her. The woman was very nicely dressed, well groomed and smiling as she stared at Linda, expecting to be invited into Linda and Bruce's house.
"How do you do?" the woman said. "I am Miss Letitia."
"Oh, yes," Linda said, a bit dazedly. "Do come in."
She supposed that she was a bit shocked because the handsome woman agent looked more like a schoolteacher than a flesh peddler. It turned out that Miss Letitia had been a teacher, but, as she explained to them a bit later, she had given it up for more lucrative pursuits.
Linda led the woman into the living room and she shook hands with Bruce and then she sat down on the couch, her legs crossed and nestled demurely against the front of the couch.
Linda offered coffee and the woman smiled and accepted. She lit a cigarette that she took from a pack that she fished out of an enormous purse.
"I am so pleased to meet you two," Miss Letitia said with a smile that made her seem in her twenties. "I think that I will be able to provide a very wonderful surprise for you. That is why I came so promptly. You see, I have two young people who need a home and, because they are exceptionally handsome, I wanted you two to have a chance to consider them."
"That's nice," Bruce said idiotically. Linda smiled at him and went off to fetch the coffee things. They talked for a time and the woman explained that she was especially anxious to find them just what they were looking for because Fred and Carol and some other members of the group had recommended them so very highly.
"It seems so callous," Linda said uncomfortably. "I mean, the business of buying human beings for the purposes that we have in mind."
Miss Letitia smiled and she took a sip from her coffee cup and a puff from her cigarette and then she sat back and she sighed.
"Everyone says that," she said. "But look at it another way. If someone didn't take an interest in these young people they would wind up in jail or juvenile halls and that would be the end of them. Remember, these kids are experimenting with sex anyway, most of them have run away from home so that they can have drugs or sex without stinting themselves and if no one becomes interested in them, they become creatures of the alleys, forced into prostitution in order to survive.
"The people that I deal with collect such young people, they are examined to make sure that they are free of disease, and then, if they so choose, they are offered for sale to those who wish to keep such young people. We never get complaints because they know that if they fail to please their owners, they are turned out onto the street again and that is the end of them. It works out fine most of the time, believe me."
Bruce was sitting on the edge of his chair, listening to the woman and he had a big, pleased smile on his face. "What are we expected to do?" he asked.
Miss Letitia sipped her coffee again. She moved her long legs and Linda was strangely affected. The woman's legs were decidedly alluring, she thought.
"You furnish the young people with a good home. In a way, you adopt them and become responsible for their well-being. You clothe them and house them and raise them as best you can. If they wish to go to college, you are expected to provide the funds for that. Usually, the young people are so well trained in the business of pleasing and delighting their sponsors and that sort of thing inspires gratitude and generosity from their owners. The master-slave state is preserved because there is something decidedly exciting about such an arrangement."
Linda was a little breathless as she asked, "And you think that you have found someone for us?"
The woman nodded. She smiled at Bruce, then she turned her head slightly to smile at Linda.
"Yes," she said. "I have two young people available for placement in a good home right now. Because they are such handsome young people I wanted you to have a chance at them first."
Linda was just too excited to say anything for a time. Her mouth felt dry and hot and she was glad that Bruce was able to deal with the woman.
"Suppose you tell us a bit about the young people you have in mind for us," he suggested politely.
The woman nodded. "Of course," she said.
She reached down into her capacious bag and brought out two folders. They were the sort of leather-covered folders that made photo albums. Miss Letitia placed the two leather-bound albums on the coffee table and beckoned to Bruce and Linda to come close. They did, kneeling beside the table so that they could see the pictures that were in the album.
The woman opened one folder and the beautiful face of a very lovely brunette girl stared at them. The pictures were all in color and they could see that the girl's eyes were a soft, almost liquid brown, the lips glistening with bright red lipstick. The mouth was appealing and cute and the girl was lovely beyond belief.
Linda was amazed. "Why, she's beautiful," she said softly, almost protesting.
"Yes, she is," Miss Letitia said. "And she is a very nice young person. That's why I thought of you people first. This is Nancy. She is thirteen and a runaway from a home in the East. Her father was a drunk and her mother was a girl who simply ran off with a man that she liked. Nancy is not a nympho, but she loves sex and all of its pleasures. She ran away and wound up out here. When some of the youngsters told her about the sex slave life, she came to us and was processed. I know that that sounds awful, but she was bathed and examined by a doctor and when it was found that she was suffering from malnutrition she was fed and treated accordingly. Today she is healthy and happy and eager to begin a new life in a nice home."
There were many pictures showing the young girl's exceptionally shapely body. There were pictures of her in a pink satin bikini that would never hold together in water. The tiny bra showed off the twin cones of the girl's lovely chest to good advantage and the bikini panty showed her sexual cleft quite effectively.
"We do not have any nude photos," Miss Letitia said. "We have found that our customers like to discover the intimate parts of their slaves for themselves. Too, all of our females, even those who would not ordinarily do so, are encouraged to let their pubic hair grow out. If their new owners decide to remove it, that is their privilege, and many of them enjoy doing that for their young people. Usually, slaves, both male and female, are shaved and kept in that state by promises or threats from their owners.
"To go on, Nancy is a very sweet young person, ardent and affectionate and decidedly eager to give great joy to those who want her to live with them. She is a very good cook and she likes housework, so she will be an asset in every way. She will have to return to school and make up the time that she has lost, but that is no problem."
"What about her parents?" Bruce asked.
"She has no desire to even communicate with either of them again. She doesn't know where her mother is and she doesn't care. She hates her father. He molested her and that was why she ran away from home. His assaults upon her dealt with him performing cunnilingus on her while she gave him a handjob. Then he brought one of his friends home one night and she had to blow them both all through the night. That was just too much because she was sure that her father and his friend were going to hire her out. So she ran away. But she loves sex and wants to live with a couple who will love her and teach her and take care of her. She has not yet had any lesbian experiences so far as we know, but she has no reservations against such things. I do hope you will give serious consideration to having her with you."
Linda was so eager she was shaking. She said, "Oh, we will. I know that I want her."
Bruce nodded. "I would like to meet her and then if she likes us, we will take her."
Miss Letitia cleared her throat and she closed the folder that they were looking at.
"Naturally, you understand," she said, "Nancy will be quite expensive."
"Yes," Linda said. "We know."
Miss Letitia reached down and got out another folder. She opened it and they stared at the handsome face of a blond young man. He was hardly more than a boy, but he was big and in one of the pictures he wore swim trunks and the bulge in his crotch made Linda lick her lips.
"That is really all boy," Miss Letitia said, pointing to the bulge in the young man's crotch. "He is a bit overdeveloped for fifteen but he has been circumcised and he is exceptionally virile and undoubtedly oversexed. He, too, had a bad home environment and ran away. He is very docile and quite obedient. While he and Nancy have never met, I do believe that they will make a fine addition to your household."
Linda and Bruce were agreeable and it was decided that the boy and the girl would be brought for a visit and if they proved to be happy with Bruce and Linda, they might stay. Miss Letitia said that the syndicate responsible for the young people's future would want five thousand dollars for the pair. Linda glanced imploringly at Bruce and he smiled and nodded.
The woman knew that they were going to visit with Fred and Carol and she said that she would bring the two slaves for a visit when Linda called and asked her to do so. They would stay for a week or two and then the matter would be decided.
Linda was very curious as to what was being done to the youngsters at the present time and Miss Letitia smiled at her when she asked her question.
"Nothing is done to exploit the youngsters," the woman said. "They are living in a private home now and they are given work to do that will keep them busy. When they are delivered to you they will be quite eager for any attentions that you may give them. They will both be horny as hell. We see to that."
"What are the rules?" Linda asked nervously. "I mean, can we do anything to them that we wish to?"
The woman smiled at Linda's question. "There are no rules at all. You may do anything that you like to them. Anything at all. After all, they will become your property."
Linda glowed at that. "Isn't that nice," she said happily.
They went with the woman to the front door and then they followed her outside. Linda felt that she still had lots of questions that she wanted to ask, but she never did get around to asking the syndicate woman any of them.
The woman paused a moment at the edge of the steps and she turned to give them a last smile.
"I think I should admit that there is always the possibility that one of these youngsters will run to the authorities and rat on the syndicate, but that is most unlikely. After all, no one is ever forced to do anything that they don't want to do. The young people who became involved with us seek us out because they want to live the type of life that we offer. Frankly, we have more than enough young people available to us and more showing up all of the time."
"What is the boy's name?" Linda asked. "I don't think you told us. If you did, I've forgotten."
"The boy's name is Ernest," Miss Letitia said, "and the girl's name is Nancy. Their last names do not matter. If you buy them and keep them, their last name will be your name. They will pose as your niece and nephew or your adopted children. You can work that out easily."
Linda grinned. "We sure can," she said happily
Chapter Seven
They dressed very carefully for their visit to Fred and Carol's and he was tempted to smile when he watched Linda as she packed a suitcase for them. He thought that that would be utterly unnecessary. Everything that they might need would be at Fred's but Linda wanted to take her own things anyway.
He stood for a moment gazing at her as they walked out into the bright morning sunlight. She was absolutely radiant and her soft hair glistened under the bright light. Her mouth was a bit full and it was shaped into an expression of gentle petulance. That meant that she was hot, really horny and he wondered if she had been turned on by their talk with the woman who would bring their brand-new slaves to them.
She wore a short skirt and a tight sweater that practically silhouetted her breasts and he ached suddenly to taste them, to fondle them. She saw the way he was reacting to her young loveliness and was pleased. She kissed him and then backed away from him hurriedly.
"Come along, dear," she said. "Fred and Carol and their horny offspring will be waiting for us."
He grinned at her, then they got into the car and he drove them to Fred's place. Linda kept looking at him with a teasing smile on her lips and at one point she reached out and caressed his stiff cock. She laughed as he began to squirm.
"Well," she said, "my big man is certainly ready for that adorable teenager we are heading for, isn't he?"
He nodded. "I'll bet you are in a dither, too."
"I am," she admitted. "I expect that we will have us a very wonderful time of it."
He drove in silence for a time and he worried about the fact that he was on his way to a sexual orgy and some of the most appealing participants would be young people. His mind began dealing with the facts as published in the newspapers and magazines, pointing up the growing prevalence of incest and a rabid interest in sex in any way that was alive in today's young. He had read case histories of many young people who pointed out that they learned all about sex in the confines of their own homes and they enjoyed their experiences and no one got venereal diseases and no one got hurt supposedly.
He sighed, flashed a grin at Linda and stopped thinking about things. He intended to enjoy himself to the utmost and he was not going to do any moralizing at all.
Fred and Carol had a big estate and when they turned into the drive and headed for the main house Bruce felt a moment of envy. Their place was grand, but Fred's ancestral mansion made their place look a bit small.
"I wonder what they do about servants," he said, as he guided the car through a treelined lane.
Linda said, "Carol told me that they do their own work. They got rid of all of the servants except the gardener and the pool maintenance people once they started in with the orgies. The kids were delighted to pitch in and help."
"Bully for them," he said stupidly. Linda laughed at him, aware of his nervousness. She patted his hand, then sat back and lit cigarettes for both of them. She handed his to him and a moment later he parked the car in the area behind the big house.
Carol and Fred and the youngsters came out of the house to greet them. They were all in swim trunks and Carol and Rachel, the pretty brunette daughter, wore bikinis that revealed more than they concealed.
Carol laughed as she hugged Linda and then him. She kissed him on the lips and giggled as she squeezed his stiff organ. "How nice," she said. "Do come on in. We were all in the pool and we are very much overdressed. We have only been wearing swimsuits until you got here. Now we can get out of them and enjoy ourselves."
Linda had an uncomprehending look on her face. Rachel looked at her with a slow, sexy smile that practically burned her to a crisp.
"We knew that we would come out here to meet you and the gardeners might be around. Once we get inside that gate we all turn into nudists, so come along."
They went with Carol and the others and he took a moment to admire the handsome young boys who obviously adored Carol and were eager to get at Linda's goodies. He glanced at the bulges in their crotch and smiled to himself. Linda was lucky. The boys were twins and their sexual equipment seemed to be quite large. They appeared equally well endowed.
Fred locked the exterior gate behind them and they entered the house and finally settled into comfortable chairs beside a pool. The water was a pale blue and it was gleaming in the bright sunlight. Rachel, the hoyden thirteen-year-old with a beautiful body smiled at him as she stood close and began undoing her halter. She kept smiling at him as she bared a pair of pert young breasts just beginning to achieve a ripe fullness that was making them superb. Her nipples stood out straight like tiny berries of rich redness. She put her hands up to her breasts and began squeezing them, massaging them with her fingers.
"Wouldn't you like me to do that for you?" Bruce asked, his smile practically sparkling.
She matched his smile. "Would you?" she said. "I would like that so much."
She stepped close to him and her mouth touched his. She kissed him in a way that almost made him come. She put her hand on his stiffened cock and giggled. "Let me suck you off right away," she said. "Otherwise you will pop and waste it."
"She loves sucking cocks," Carol said sadly, as though it was a flaw in her character. Linda was watching and she laughed.
"I love sucking cocks, too," she said staunchly. "I hope to spend lots of time with these magnificent specimens here."
"We're willing," one of the twins said. His name was Bobby and he had dark hair. The other one was named Bunny and he had blond hair. It was not at all difficult telling them apart.
Rachel ignored everyone as she slipped to her bare knees on the poolside tiles. She opened his fly and got out his balls and his cock. She began licking his cock and went right down on it, giving him lots of head and making him come in a matter of seconds. Carol was watching and she shook her head as she gazed at Linda a bit apologetically.
'That girl is a real talent," she said. "I don't know what turns her on and keeps her turned on but I often want to bless it."
Rachel licked him clean and then she let his cock go and she stood up. She peeled her bikini pants off and he stood admiring her nude body, adoring her. She was so beautiful and so beautifully made, he thought. She gave him a sweet-little-girl smile and stepped close so that she could handle his cock. He had his hands on her breasts and he was hard and soon she was trying to straddle his cock and slide it up into her eager cunt. He helped her, then he was in her and he felt someone's hands removing his shirt and his pants. A moment later, Rachel fell backward into the pool. He stayed right with her and they landed on the bottom of the pool. She was on her back, clinging to him, her hips rocking back and forth on his cock. Then she was tickling his balls and he began coming and so did she and they almost drowned at the bottom of the pool as they shuddered and shivered in a fine orgasm of mutual furor and frenzy. They were still locked in a firm embrace when they surfaced.
She gulped air into her lungs and then she kissed him on the mouth. "Oh, golly, Bruce," she said. "We will have such lovely times. Just you wait."
She let go of him and moved away from him. He clung to the side of the pool and when he looked up at the others he saw that Linda was naked and the boys were too. She had a cock in each hand and the boys were adoring her.
Carol and Fred were naked and they were sitting in their chairs, watching Linda's preoccupation with the boys. Linda had the look of a girl who just couldn't make up her mind which boy to enjoy first. Carol solved the problem for her.
"Take both of them," she advised. "If you feel like sucking them off first, they know how to stand so that a girl can get both cocks in her mouth, and they usually will come together if you are at all clever."
Linda looked at Carol and she had a drunk look on her face. Her eyes were not tracking too well, either.
"Thank you," Linda said to Carol. Then she pulled the twins toward her and she knelt down. The boys knew what she wanted and they stood close to each other. She had no difficulty getting both of them into her mouth.
He clung to the side of the pool and Rachel moved close until her breasts were touching him and her hands were fondling his balls and his cock. He watched Linda as she coaxed both of the boys into spending. She began gulping and he laughed as he saw the material spilling from her hungry mouth but Linda managed to get it all and kept right on sucking the boys. Carol was watching Linda and she was handling Fred's stiff cock almost absently. She shivered as he watched her and then he gasped as Rachel slid beneath the water and began licking his balls and his cock under the water. She had sort of latched onto him and he liked that. He liked that very much. A moment later she surfaced and then climbed out so that she could sit on the rim in front of him. She hiked her legs up so that she was resting her chin on her knees and when she opened her legs he could see the folds and creases of her tiny sexual organ. She was watching him with her slow, sexy smile. She slid her bottom out to the very edge of the rim and his mouth was very close to her crotch.
"Suck my cunt," she coaxed in a little-girl voice. "I love to be sucked. Do it for me."
He didn't argue. He slid his face into the white, silken V and then he was tasting her juices and that drove him wild. The scent of her sexual organs was alive in his nostrils, his tongue was teasing her clit, and, when her little orifice began clenching and spilling, he shivered and shook and feasted without restraint. Her hands reached down to press his face tightly to her inflamed and clamoring flesh and he began to taste the sweetness of her loins. He was only dimly aware when Carol found him beneath the surface. Her mouth was eager to swallow him and she used her tongue and her nails to tease him into spending. All the while that he was eating Rachel, Carol was busy with him, sliding beneath the surface to suck fiercely and ardently at his cock and then surfacing for a time so that she could fill her lungs, then she would slip beneath the water again to suck him some more.
Somehow, she managed to force him into frenzied orgasms and when Rachel finally pushed him away, he was glad of a chance to get out of the water. Rachel gave him her slow sexy smile and she puckered her lips in a remote kiss for him.
"That was so nice," she said. "But I'm raw there now. I'll be back for more in just a little while." She moved her lovely legs and they flashed quickly in the sunlight, then she was in the pool, slowly swimming its length.
Carol came up beside him and she had just swallowed a batch of his honey so he was sure that she would be willing to rest for a while. That turned out to be so. She clung to the rim of the pool and he did, too, and they watched Linda sucking Fred's cock while one of the boys screwed her from behind and the other one stood patiently beside Fred's chair while Fred sucked the boy off. Carol glanced at Bruce and smiled.
"Fred loves to eat the boys," she explained, "and I let him. After all, so long as I am not deprived or slighted, I don't mind. The boys are truly delicious. I'm sure you'll find out for yourself, though."
He laughed at her and then he turned so that she could rub her naked breasts against his chest while he held her slid his fingers in under her rump to play with her sensitive parts. In seconds she was clawing at him, eager for his cock inside of her. They managed that and began screwing rhythmically and earnestly as they stood in water up to their chins. Carol was ardent and eager and her tight little sheath was slippery. As they continued squirming and working against each other, he began experiencing all of the raw sensations of orgasm but he was sure that he was not coming at all, but it didn't matter. He was screwing Carol and enjoying it and she was clinging to him tightly and she was as eager to enjoy as he was.
There was a long, sustained time of fierce shaking and utter frenzy and then, inevitably, there was a lull while they took time out to get better acquainted with each other. Linda told him that she enjoyed nudity and she went off to help Carol and Rachel and they had a light lunch and then began enjoying each other all over again.
Carol suggested that they go inside to the master bedroom where they could continue their pleasures. Carol explained that they had most of their equipment on the top floor where their playroom was located but they could stop off in the bedroom and have some fun.
Fred and Linda began taking an interest in each other and he stood by and watched as they began using their mouths on each other's genitals. Linda got a solid grip on Fred's cock and they began a frantic sixty-nine. He was a bit proud of Linda when she stopped just short of explosion and then she and Fred got into position for a time of furious fucking. Rachel moved close to him and he turned to kiss her. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. When he sat down on the edge of the bed, she sat down on his cock and it slid up into her inner depths. He heard her gasp with pleasure as she felt him in her depths. He placed his hands over her breasts and then she was lifting herself up and settling down again and her little fingers were busy tickling and squeezing his balls.
He was watching Linda and her wild, crazed convolutions as she and Fred wrestled and battled all over the king-size bed. He glanced away from the duo on the bed and he saw that Carol was down on her knees and one of the young boys had his cock into her. He was ramming it into her with great gusto while his brother sat on the edge of a big chair, grinning like an idiot while Carol sucked him off. The trio seemed to be quite experienced and very much at ease with each other and he knew that Carol was having a grand time and so was he. Rachel began shifting and squirming around and her breathing turned into tortured, labored bursts of harsh windgulping. Then he was coming in her, shaking and squirming like an animal, and he thought no more of anything except the rich, exquisite sensations that were coursing in his loins and lifting him to new heights of sexual ecstasy.
When it was over Rachel simply fell onto the bed. Linda and Fred had made it and were in the midst of gasping, heaving efforts to regain their cool, but when Linda saw Rachel's cute little cunt so close to her mouth, she obviously could not resist. He sat up and found a cigarette and while he smoked he watched Rachel and Linda as they wrestled and screeched through a most rewarding sixty-nine.
Linda was filled with a new and unexpected frenzy and she was all over Rachel's vulva, licking and sucking and feasting. He was absolutely amazed by her passionate hungers. Just watching Linda and Rachel as they struggled to exhaust each other excited him again.
Carol was close to him and she was handling his balls and his cock. When she saw his amazed look as he gazed at Rachel and Linda, she kissed him and she whispered an explanation.
"I'm afraid that I put a little something into our lunch. You should be feeling it by now, too." She was holding his rigid cock and moving her hand up and down and she snickered as she added, "You are feeling it right now. You will have such a nice time with us, believe me, you will."
Fred and Carol turned out to be exceptional hosts. They had a well-furnished playroom and Bruce and Linda were made welcome in the beautiful room. Linda fell in love with the mechanical couch. She adopted the twins and they spent many hours with her. It seemed that each of them became busy trying to think up new and varied ways of achieving pleasure.
He watched Linda for a time and she was busy with the twins and Fred, too. She was on her hands and knees atop one of the boys and his cock was sliding in and out of her cunt as he arched his back and strained himself upward. The other boy knelt behind her, ramming his big cock in and out of her asshole and while she was enjoying all of that action she was busy with her pretty face buried in Fred's lap as she sucked and licked his cock. He watched while a great shuddering orgasm shook her and she stimulated Fred into a frenzied orgasm. He realized that Linda was having the best time ever, and he was glad.
Rachel and Carol both began taking an interest in him and when Rachel straddled his mouth and offered her little clam for the attention of his tongue, he was filled with a sense of delight. Carol was sucking his cock, he knew, and he was sure that he had reached the point where she was wasting her time, but that was not true. Rachel was rocking her hips frenziedly in his mouth and he was tasting her sap and feeding upon her flowing outlet like a starving child. When Carol's teasing tongue forced him into coming again, he felt the sensations all the way to his toes.
They let him rest for a while and he became aware of the two boys close to him. They were both shaved as was Rachel and when he looked at their shriveled cocks he felt a moment of pity for them. But that was unnecessary, he discovered.
Late in the afternoon, Carol got out some of the things that she possessed. He watched, fascinated, as Carol got out a hypodermic needle and filled it from an ampoule that she took from a box. She approached one of the boys and he got a big happy smile on his face. He lifted his balls up and Carol jabbed the needle into him below his balls. She pushed the material into his groin then she unscrewed the needle from the syringe and threw it into the trash. She got another one and discharged that into the other boy's groin. She looked up at him and she was smiling. "How about you?" she asked. "Would you like a booster shot?"
He didn't know what to say to her. She took another ampoule from the carton and screwed the needle into its proper position. The whole process was entirely sterile and very interesting. She saw that he had no idea what she was doing so she explained it all to him. She was administering a shot that became a secretagogue to step up the excretions.
"The boys love it when I give them a shot and Fred does, too," Carol said, smiling at him. "After a while, their balls swell up like grapefruit and they get the wildest and loveliest feelings all through their crotch. They can keep on putting out honey without any effort. That's what the shot does for them. Shall I give you one, too?"
He reached down and lifted his balls up. "Why not?" he said. "Why should you have favorites?"
She jabbed the needle into him just beneath his balls and he could feel a hot, burning sensation in his groin as the fluid flowed into his flesh. It was a nice feeling, a sort of tickling, stinging sensation and then it got to be even nicer. Carol put her palm against his balls and kneaded them gently. Then she bent and kissed the head of his cock. He was a bit surprised when she licked him a couple of times and he began spurting.
"See?" Carol said, smiling happily as she devoured his erupting fountain. She took him deep into her mouth and her tongue was swishing back and forth against the throat of his organ. When she sucked he could feel every nerve burning in his flesh. The sensation of orgasm was steady, throbbing and pulsing, and it seemed to grow more and more intense. He looked around him and saw that Linda was sucking one of the boys while Rachel was busy sucking the other one. Fred was licking and sucking Rachel's tiny organ and she was squirming and shuddering as his tongue teased her supersensitive flesh into new and frenzied eruptions.
He began to drift and float and it seemed that he was enjoying the richest sensations he had ever encountered. Rachel and Linda had their turns at him, and he could recall times when his stiff and flowing cock was buried deep in female flesh and he could hear their frantic screams of completion running through his head constantly. He had not known that sexual ecstasies could bring one to the brink of nothingness and sometimes even beyond, but, no matter what happened, the sensations of orgasm did not ever diminish and he could understand why those who could afford to spend great sums for sensual pleasures would do so.
He became alert and it was morning and he was alone on the floor. He could tell it was morning because of the brilliance that was in the big room with him. There was a clock and it told him that it was a little after eight.
He could smell himself and he didn't like the fragrance so he got up and went into a huge tiled bathroom. There was a sauna but he walked into a stall shower and scrubbed himself clean.
When he got out of the bathroom he was dry and naked and fiercely erect. He found Carol waiting for him. She had brought him a pot of coffee and some toast. She was wrapped in a red satin robe and she looked to be gloriously alive and lovely. She kissed him and then pushed him down into a chair. As soon as he sat, she was at him, her hand grasping his cock, her hungry lips nibbling at its tip.
"You have some coffee," she said. "I'll take care of this for you."
He took a sip of coffee, then he lit a cigarette. She was still kissing and licking his sexual flesh and he was beginning to squirm and wriggle.
"Where is everybody?" he asked.
"In bed. Linda went to bed with the boys and Rachel is in bed with Fred. They will take care of each other's needs when they wake up and in the meanwhile I will treat you like a welcome and honored guest. You will like that, take my word for it. You will really love it."
She began to kiss and lick his most sensitive flesh and then she was sliding her mouth down over his cock and her tongue began to move back and forth against the soft portion of his erection and he began to vibrate and quiver with exaggerated thrills of purest sexual ecstasy.
He decided that he would do as she asked. He would take her word for it.
Chapter Eight
Their visit with Fred and Carol lasted for four days and it was Linda who finally decided that they would have to go home. She had placed ample food and water where it was needed for her poodle but she was afraid that the animal would have made a mess of the garage where she had placed him.
She explained to Fred and Carol and the others that she and Bruce were buying two slaves, or at least, agreeing to take them into their home for a trial period, and they had better get home so that they could have the young people in and find out if it was all going to work out all right.
"You don't have to take them, you know," Rachel said, with a shy, friendly smile. "After all, you will always have us now."
"Yes," Linda said, "But I guess that we are greedy. We want to try the youngsters, too."
"Well, when you decide that you want company," Fred said, "call us. We will come and visit you. Maybe you will want to share your slaves. And, then again, maybe you won't."
"We'll see," Linda said.
She was sure that she was sated and uninterested in sex for a while. She called Miss Letitia from Carol's phone and she said that they would be at home, ready to have the youngsters in for their visit any time after that day. Miss Letitia was very pleased and she promised that she would deliver the kids the very next afternoon.
When they left Fred and Carol, they spent a long time kissing them good-bye. She was a bit surprised by the things that she had seen Bruce do and she wondered if he was going to be a sex maniac from then on. She had watched him during many sixty-nines with Rachel and she had envied him as the boys took turns screwing Rachel so that Bruce could empty her as charmingly as possible. Then there was a time when Bruce sucked the boys off and he took on Freddy, too. Carol explained that the stuff she was feeding them could make them do wild and brazen things but the idea was to have a good time. And they sure did work hard at accomplishing that, she thought.
She was glad to bid good-bye to Fred and Carol and the boys and Rachel, but only because she felt that she could use a nice long rest.
When she and Bruce finally got home she found that the poodle had been amazingly self-sufficient but the little animal was so glad to see her that she was sure he was going to wriggle himself inside out.
She cleaned up and then she and Bruce sat down in their own living room and he fixed some drinks for them. She pulled him down so that she could kiss him when he brought her drink to her.
"Did you have a nice time, dear?" she asked.
He laughed. "Do you have to ask?"
"No, I guess not. Bruce, dear, I've been thinking that I want those two young people that are coming to visit us, but maybe they won't want us."
"Let's just wait and see, shall we?"
They rested and lounged around and Linda was amazed to find that she was turned on all over again at dinner time. Bruce helped her to fix a nice dinner and they took time out to kiss and feel each other up. They talked about Rachel and her twin brothers and how nice it was to have young people who were eager and willing in the house. When they finally went to bed that night she and Bruce eased their torments with a long-lasting sixty-nine. When he finally rolled over and went to sleep, she felt a moment of pity for him. She had been her usual vampire self and she had drained him dry. He would be glad to have some help with her, she supposed.
She lay awake for a long time in the night, wondering what it would be like to have two young slaves in the house. She was sure that she would not have the nerve to assault the girl or the boy. Would she have to seduce them? Or what? She just didn't know and it was something that she knew she would worry about.
In the morning, she got out of bed sure that she had not slept for most of the night but she was remarkably rested and when Bruce woke up, she was eager to get out of bed and fix a good breakfast for both of them. She got dressed and Bruce did, too, and they spent most of the morning sitting around on the patio, trying to talk sensibly about the two young people who were coming into their lives but that was not an easy thing to do. She was so excited she could hardly sit still and Bruce confessed that he was a bit stirred up, too.
Miss Letitia arrived a little after twelve and she had the boy, Ernest, with her, and the girl, Nancy, too. Linda stepped back so that they could enter the house and then she stood and stared at the girl. She was even prettier than her pictures and her gentle eyes were glowingly beautiful. Her brunette hair framed her oval face and the long strands hung down her back. She was wearing heels, sleek pantyhose, a short skirt and a light sweater. When she saw the way Linda was looking at her, she smiled.
The girl seemed a bit nervous. Linda could understand that. She went close to her and she put her arm around the girl's shoulders. She squeezed Nancy.
"Hello, honey," she said softly.
"Hi," Nancy said. She was smiling as Linda let her go.
The boy was looking around him, impressed by the house and its furnishings. Linda led them all into the living room and said that she had some coffee ready and they could sit and relax. Then she got the coffee things and Bruce helped her. They gave the youngsters some milk and cookies and she was sure that the young people liked the house and she hoped that they would like her and Bruce, too.
When they settled down in the living room, Miss Letitia smiled at Linda with a hint of real gladness in the smile.
She said, "Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but Ernest and Nancy like you. Naturally, they don't know you as yet, but they are anxious to stay a couple of weeks with you and see if things will work out."
"Oh, I hope so," Linda said, enthused. "They are such nice young people."
Miss Letitia sipped at her coffee and lit a cigarette, puffing on it a bit. Then she uncrossed her remarkably good legs and searched in her purse, finding two folders that were wallet size. She placed them into Linda's hands. She was mystified until Miss Letitia explained.
"Inside you will find the medical and clinical history of each youngster on a card. They have been well cared for since coming to us and they are very willing to live with you and your husband and to be used in any way that you see fit."
Linda nodded. She noticed that Nancy was staring at Bruce with a bad-little-girl look and Miss Letitia noticed the hungry expression on Nancy's face, too. She laughed and then she stood up, ready to go.
"You won't have any problems," she told Linda. "These two are smart enough to know that if they please you they will have a good life. And if they don't, well, then they are still looking for a home." Linda and Bruce went along with the woman and they watched her drive away. Linda put her hand in Bruce's and they went back inside the house. The boy and the girl were sitting quietly in their chairs, waiting for them to return.
"Well," Linda said, smiling. "Now what? Would you like to see your rooms?"
Nancy's brown eyes sparkled and her smile charmed them. "Oh, yes," she said. "I would. May I smoke, please?"
Linda said yes. She was a little surprised by the young girl's manners. She wondered for a time if Nancy was having fun with her, but that was not so. The girl was very docile and very polite. She had been well trained by those who were trying to place her and it showed. Linda watched the girl light a cigarette and then the boy wanted one, too. Bruce went along with them as she took them to the rooms that she had decided would be theirs. They each had a bag and Nancy began unpacking in her room and Bruce and Linda took the boy, Ernest, on to his room.
She and Bruce sat for a moment in the boy's room and when Bruce asked him if he liked the house and his new friends, the boy nodded. He was a gentle young man and she was glad of that.
"Oh, yes," he said. "I hope that you will want to keep us both. I like Nancy, and I know that I like you two."
Bruce smiled at her, then he turned to smile at the boy. "You know why you are here, don't you?"
The boy nodded gravely. "Yes," he said. "It was all explained to us. And that is what we want. I will try to make you pleased with me. Nancy will, too."
"Fine," Bruce said. "Now would you take your things off so that we can have a look at you?"
The boy glanced at her and then he blushed. Linda liked that in him. He began unbuttoning his shirt and then he got out of everything except his shorts. It shocked Linda a bit to see the outlines of an enormous erection poking out his underwear. When she reached out and removed his shorts his sexual endowment delighted her. She smiled at him as she put her hand around his organ. She noticed that Bruce was staring at the boy's organs and she saw him licking his lips. She was shaking and her mouth was running with saliva. She felt the fluids leaking from the corners of her mouth and she knew that she had better do something drastic right away.
She held onto the boy's cock as she used one hand to push him down onto his bed. Then she got her mouth over his cock and she began sucking him off. She was like an animal, she knew, but she just could not help herself. Bruce came over to her and she felt his hand under her skirt and then he was using his finger in her twat, trying to help her. He put his mouth over her organs and she began responding to his tongue.
Soon she was erupting and the boy erupted and she went a little crazy.
She kept sliding his organ in and out of her mouth and she was hurting him with the savagery of her mouth and her vacuumlike suction, but he did not complain. Bruce was very ardent and very helpful and while she continued with the boy, he kept on sucking her so that she could continue to come and find the releases that she needed.
She popped the boy three times in a row and when she lifted her head, she gazed at Bruce, smiling, a little drunk on sex, a little wearied by the fury of her appetites. Bruce bent and kissed her, then he lit a cigarette and gave it to her. She took it, puffed on it, then smilingly kissed the young man. He was shaking but he looked to be very happy.
Bruce stood close to them and she could see that he had a monstrous hard on. He opened his pants and took his stiff cock out. He looked at the young man and he could see that the boy was very interested in his meat. "Would you like to hold it?" Bruce asked.
The boy nodded. He sat up and put his hand on Bruce's cock, moving his hand up and down slowly. He bent and kissed it, then began licking it. He twisted his head so that he could look up at Bruce pleadingly. Bruce laughed at Linda's amazed look. He reached out and rumpled her hair and then he told the boy that he could suck him off.
The boy turned into a little animal then, licking and sucking and squealing as he began giving Bruce lots of head. Bruce was smiling at her and she could see that he was enjoying the boy. When Bruce started to pop, she got up so that she could kiss him and make it even nicer for him. The boy was shaking violently as he swallowed Bruce's nectar. When Bruce finally pushed him away, the boy looked like he hated to give up his lollipop.
Linda lay back on the bed and opened her legs. She had not bothered with pants and now she was glad. She told the boy that he could amuse her for a while and the young man zeroed in on her. She began squirming and writhing in quick ecstasy as he began using his tongue and his clinging mouth on her flesh.
She tried to keep track of what was being done to her, but she lost her mind when the boy's tongue began making her spill. When she became aware of things again, she found that the boy was on top of her and he was fucking her fiercely and energetically and Bruce was playing with her tits and getting a big charge out of watching what the boy was doing to her. When he shoved his cock into her face, she began eating him and she popped him at the same moment that she and the boy came together.
She was a bit surprised when Bruce went after the boy and as soon as he pulled his cock out of her, Bruce began sucking the boy off. She shivered, watching the harsh way Bruce went about forcing the boy into new and easy splendor. The young man seemed to be inexhaustible and it was good that he was that way, she supposed, because he would have to contend with her and Bruce, too.
The boy was gazing at her adoringly as Bruce sucked him off and when she offered him a cigarette, he took it. She lit one for herself and then she leaned forward so that she could kiss the young man. She took his hands and put them on her breasts. She was delighted when he popped as soon as he touched her boobs. But, in spite of that, he began kissing them and handling them and she hugged him to her so that she could better enjoy his attentions. Bruce had sucked him dry but he was still mouthing the boy's stiff cock and she supposed that he was really turned on something fierce. She knew that she was.
When they finally left Ernest, he was pretty well worn out for a while, at least. Bruce fixed his clothes again and she closed her blouse and they looked neat and tidy again.
Linda bent and she kissed the boy's sweet young mouth and she told him to stay where he was.
"When we want you," Bruce said, "we will call you. Now try to get some rest because we have a very busy day ahead of us."
Ernest smiled at them and he nodded. "Yes, sir," he said.
They went out of his room and she closed the door and then Bruce pulled her into his arms and they stood in the corridor, embracing, shivering like freezing kids.
"I am sure happy with him," Bruce said. "Now let's go and see how things are with our new daughter."
"Our niece, dear," Linda said. "I think it will be better that way."
They found Nancy busy in her room. She was putting things away in her bureau and she smiled at them as they entered. Linda realized then that they had spent an hour at least with the boy. Bruce was gazing at the trim beauty of the girl and she could see that he was very much entranced by the gorgeous breasts that were so revealingly outlined by the girl's sweater.
Linda said, "We have just examined Ernest and we are very pleased with him. Now we would like to look at you."
"All right," Nancy said.
She smiled as she began unbuttoning her blouse. She took it off and Linda sat on the edge of the bed and Bruce sat in a chair close by and they stared as the young girl bared a body that was unbelievably glorious. Her breasts were not large, instead they were like sharp-nosed projectiles that sprang impudently from her young rib cage. She stepped close so that Bruce could handle one of her breasts while Linda handled the other. Her nipples were tiny things but they were richly tinted and when she squeezed one, the girl gasped with a quick surge of sensation.
"These are lovely," Linda said, "but we will do awful things to them. When I am angry I will whip them, at other times I have ugly clamps that I will attach to your pretty little nipples and you will suffer horribly. I am warning you now."
The girl was holding her breath and her eyes had an odd look in them and Linda got the feeling that she had aroused the girl exceptionally with the things that she was saying.
"You want me to do things like that to you, don't you?" Linda said, smiling.
The girl nodded her head quickly. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "You know that I do."
Linda pushed her down on the bed and the girl was already squirming and writhing, caught up in a passionate onslaught of sexuality. She lifted her hips and let Linda take her things off. She was lying on her back and her sheer panties exposed a heavy triangle of dark pubic hair. When Linda took the panties off they stared at a tiny sexual development that was utterly charming. Linda told the girl to open her legs and she obeyed like an automaton. Bruce went right after her and he got his tongue into her slit and he began to shiver and shake and Linda watched him enviously. The girl reacted splendidly, squealing and screeching each time she had an orgasm and when Bruce finally moved away from the delicious crotch, Linda went down on the girl and she feasted upon the young flesh like an animal too hungry to know restraints.
She was able to achieve some measure of control after a long while and she got up off the floor. Bruce was licking and sucking the girl's tits in between sessions of necking with her and when she suggested that he fuck the girl he was ready and eager to do as she suggested. He climbed on top of Nancy and then he rammed his cock into her tight little sheath and she went crazy, wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his back and when she came at the same time that he did, her nails clawed his back and hurt him. But he didn't care.
Linda knew that he had spent himself greatly and when he pulled his organ from the tight little well that tried to cling to it, she licked him dry and then she zeroed in on Nancy's cunt and she lost her cool completely. She moved so that she could straddle the girl's face and then they became involved with a very wonderful sixty-nine that all but drained her body of all its fluids and eagernesses.
Nancy became caught up in sexual frenzies that simply would not ease and Bruce finally brought Ernest in to try and satisfy Nancy's needs. The young boy mounted the lovely young girl and they fucked like a couple of nervous mink while she and Bruce watched. Then she went down on the girl's overworked slit and feasted shamelessly and eagerly.
Bruce screwed the girl thoroughly and she was able to feast again while Ernest glued his mouth to her organs and did his best to please her.
They spent most of the day in furious and frantic sexual pursuits. By afternoon Nancy had calmed and she turned out to be a sweet, tractable youngster. She was quite willing to admit that she was oversexed when she was with people that she liked and she didn't feel at all ashamed of her eager appetites.
Linda was thrilled and delighted by the way that Nancy and Ernest got along. He treated her like a little princess and Linda liked that. She had both young people join her and Bruce in the master bedroom and they all wound up on the king-size bed and Linda found that she was constantly at the young people. She decided that she didn't like hair on their privates and she had Ernest shave Nancy's cunt, and then Nancy shaved his crotch and then Linda taught them how to use the depilatories.
Linda was delighted with the results of her first day with a pair of slaves. She told Bruce, blushing a bit, that she was sure that she must be depraved because the childish look that both youngsters offered with their shaved crotches got her turned on something crazy.
Linda began using the pills and the aphrodisiacs on all of them and they spent the day in sexual fun and games. Bruce fucked both slaves in the ass with one of the dildos and a bit later the glorious Nancy strapped one of the double-pronged dildos on and she screwed Bruce while Ernest lay under his hips and sucked him steadily and avidly. When she sat in front of Bruce and he saw her, Linda watched them at that and then she became interested in action. She pushed her crotch into Bruce's mouth and he began working on her with gratifying zeal.
They spent hours on end trying anything and everything and Linda was sure that she had never had so much fun at any other time in her life. There was a quality of sexual eagerness in the youngsters, a desire to please, to experiment, and to work diligently for the pleasure of their new owners. When Bruce asked her at the end of the day if she was glad that she had bought a couple of slaves she was lyrical in her praises of the two simple youngsters.
They ate a sketchy meal that Nancy helped her prepare and it unnerved her to realize that she just couldn't stop fooling around with her slaves. When Nancy was near she couldn't keep her hands off the girl's breasts and her slit and it made her feel better when she noticed that each time she handled Nancy's boobs or cunt, Nancy's fingers automatically began handling hers, too.
They spent many hours sucking the males off and it seemed to Linda that she experienced an especially nice thrill when she ordered Ernest to mount Nancy and fuck her. She and Bruce got a big charge out of watching the two youngsters in furious copulation and then when it was done, one time she went down on Nancy and feasted on her sweet young flesh, the next time it was Bruce's turn to enjoy the feast. They took turns and used their new slaves in every way and when they finally were finished with the day, they slept where they were in the big bed.
When she woke in the morning, Linda got out of bed and she gazed down at the lovely young girl asleep in her bed and then she gazed down at her handsome young husband and her handsome young slave. Bruce had his usual morning hard on and Ernest had one, too. She decided that she would enjoy both of them, but first she would take care of other things.
She went into the bathroom and she showered. Then, filled with a brand-new sense of responsibility, she decided that she would fix some breakfast for her family.
The matter of breakfast was already being attended to, she found when she returned to the bedroom. Bruce was awake, holding his stiff cock in his hands. Ernest was awake, too, but his cock was soft and flaccid and she knew without even asking that Bruce had already devoured the boy's first offerings.
She went right after Bruce and when she finally let him have his cock back again it was only because a beautiful young waitress, charming in nudity, was bringing their breakfast to them on trays. She got out of bed and kissed Nancy, then she helped her with the food.
They spent the day in delightful ways, feasting upon each other, testing their bodies and glands for new and greater thrills. Nancy was eager for anything, and Bruce and she hit it off together beautifully and Linda got along nicely with Nancy. Their second day together, Linda thought, was even nicer than their first day together.
In time, Linda brought out all of the things that she had bought and she liked it especially when she could put the yokes on Ernest and Nancy and use her small measure of cruelty to force them into more splendid orgasms.
It was Bruce's idea to plan a week for them. One day would be a day of togetherness and any type of sexual fun. Then Nancy would be his for a day while Ernest would belong to Linda. Then Ernest would be his for a day and Nancy would belong to Linda. Then there would be a day when Nancy and Ernest would be paired and he and Linda could enjoy them and whip them or abuse them in any way that they desired.
The first week went beautifully and they had a great deal of fun with their new slaves. In time, Nancy became very helpful and useful around the house. She was an excellent cook and Ernest was a good helper.
At the end of the trial period they held a conference and Ernest and Nancy were very definite about their joy in their new home, so Bruce gave Miss Letitia a check and then the young people belonged to them forever.
Carol and Fred came by to visit one day after Carol and Linda had talked on the phone. Linda was eager to see Carol's reaction to Ernest and Nancy and she was very pleased because Fred and Carol and their youngsters adored her two slaves, and when Carol and Fred suggested that they could visit and have lots of good times, Linda was eager to do it.
They began spending time in each other's homes and the young people got along nicely and everyone else did, too.
Bruce and Linda were accepted for membership in the group that they had visited but they were sure that they had much more fun at home. But they did attend meetings once in a while, not because they were particularly interested in the people who belonged to the group but because they were afraid that they would miss something. After all, as Carol was always saying, they had to be very careful to keep up with things.
Beyond that, they had little need of the club. They had a happy little group of their very own.
