Mike's mouth moved tantalizingly down Janet's body, and maddening patterns of lewdly indecent sensations trailed after his hotly swirling tongue and nipping teeth. She knew that she could not resist any longer and she wouldn't stop in his quest to screw her.
Then, she felt his hands on her thighs ... firmly pressing them open ... exposing her wet pussy to his lusty gaze ... moving a finger closer and closer to her love box until she thought she was going to explode with desire.
Janet's vacation at the dude ranch was going to be a very stimulating experience and she was going to catch as many dudes as she could to make sure it was.
CHAPTER ONE
Mike Rucker had come closer to fucking Janet Young's virgin pussy than any other man before her husband. Sometimes, now, when her husband failed to satisfy her, and her pussy ached for the throbbing heat of a hard cock fucking her to a cunt-bursting cum, Janet Young regretted the fact that she had turned Mike's cock away from her virgin pussy so many years ago. This would be so much different now if she had let Mike screw her, so very different. Maybe that was why the letter had affected her so much.
Normally, there should have been no reason for Janet's agitation or her tension-building feeling of excitement; after all, the form letter and brochure that had just arrived in the morning mail was only a charming brochure from the Bar X Dude Ranch outside Phoenix, Arizona, which described the different activities and scenic delights along with beautiful color photos and vacation rates.
She and Peter had received many such brochures from travel agencies, most of them overpriced and uninteresting. They had written for more information from others and had never really seriously considered any of them, mainly because they were too expensive. But now, Peter had his yearly holiday coming up and for the first time they had saved up and decided to go away somewhere special, someplace that was not outrageously expensive. This brochure might be exactly what they were looking for, for their vacation.
But there, was something else in the brochure that caused Janet Young a little shiver of exhilaration and excitement. Something she had thought she had lost track of forever.
The scrawled signature reproduced at the bottom of the brochure had caused the tremor of excitement. There at the bottom of the page was the name Mike Rucker, owner of the Bar X Dude Ranch. She remembered so much about Mike. There had been parties and picnics and petting. Her high school days, she reflected, had been pretty normal. They had done the same things other teenagers had done in the decades before them. Oh, there had been a few wild rebels around, and there had been some of the students who were experimenting with drugs ... mostly pot. Yes, it was really fun to be a part of it all then, and Mike Rucker had been a part of her life! Maybe that's why she found it so difficult to rid her mind of him. There had been a time when she had, seriously, considered marrying him. She would have except ... except what? She had been wildly in love with Mike, for almost all of her senior year in high school. Then she had accepted his invitation to spend a weekend at his parents summer home down in the southern part of the state.
They and another couple had made the trip southward in Mike Rucker's parents' car. Laura Donnelly and Steve Baker, the other couple, were both friends of Mike's. They were already engaged to be married as soon as they got out of school, and they soon made it known, without shyness, that they were fucking, and that they welcomed the opportunities afforded by this weekend away from school.
Janet had been taken aback by their forthright frankness. Oh, she had known of some other couples who had fucked, some of them had even gone away together for vacations, but the idea was repugnant to her. After all, marriage was too sacred to be betrayed by such self-indulgence; however, she held her tongue, biting back her criticism and withholding her judgment. She reserved her personal feelings about it; fucking before marriage just wasn't for her She could be tolerant to other people, though; that was the least she could do, she had told herself.
Naturally, there had been some hot and heavy petting sessions with Mike. She had learned to care for him, welcoming his advances, the preliminaries, at least, to a more intimate relationship. She had thrilled to be in his arms, to give and receive kisses, to fondle and be fondled, up to a point! Somehow, she had always seemed to know the limits, keeping him in line when his hands wandered too far or his ardor rose too high.
Things might have been different had Mike's parents been there, but as it turned out, they had had to stay in town at the last minute and weren't going to make it down for the weekend. The inkling was there, in the back of her mind, but she had ignored it. Only later, did she begin to realize that Mike had known all along that they wouldn't be able to make it to the cabin.
He had joked about it, off-handedly. "Well, we're going to miss some of my mother's good cooking but I suppose we can get by if you girls know how to use a can opener."
"I think I know how to light the oven so we can heat up some TV dinners," Laura volunteered, an impish grin crinkling her pixie face, her deep blue eyes dancing.
Steve Baker captured Laura's lithe body in his powerful arms and told her, "All you need to do this weekend is light my fire and keep it going!"
"It's more like cumming, isn't it?" Mike rejoined with a lewd laugh, glancing at Janet to see her embarrassed reaction.
Janet was worried. Mike's parents not being home put everything into a new frame of reference. Her parents had let her come only on Mike's assurance that it was with his folks' knowledge and approval, and they had assumed, naturally, that they would be there to chaperone their son's guests. The way it was turning out she, Laura, and Steve were Mike's guests.
"But, Mike, I thought you said they'd be here?"
"Well, they're not!" he replied, apologetically. "Dad has a red-hot customer he's entertaining that came into town on the spur of the moment."
"That sort of changes things," she observed.
"Not really!" Mike reminded her. "Laura and Steve are here."
"Relax, Janet and enjoy it!" Laura advised.
"No sweat!" Steve said casually.
Mike headed for the door. "Come on, Steve, let's get the stuff out of the car!"
Laura and Steve made no pretense of setting up in separate bedrooms, which bothered Janet. They seemed to be uncaringly flaunting their illicit relationship. At Mike's invitation and suggestion, they put their bags in the master bedroom, with its king-sized bed and private adjoining bath..
Then Mike put her in the guest bedroom, while he took over his old room. That arrangement suited Janet, for although she and Mike had talked of marriage in an off-hand way, he hadn't produced a ring or a formal proposal of marriage yet! Even if they had been engaged, she would not have considered fucking like Laura Donnelly and Steve Baker were doing. She had wondered at the time what she would have done if Mike had suggested such an arrangement with her. It was hard to know in advance what she would do, but this she did know. There would be no screwing around until she had married the man she loved.
Janet found the refrigerator and freezer well stocked, and soon she and Laura had fixed a hot meal. Mike opened a bottle of wine to drink with the food, and by common consent they skipped the formality of the dining room and ate from trays in the well-furnished living room.
Later, they moved outside to the swimming pool terrace with a second bottle of wine. It was a balmy, early spring night, as such nights can only be in Southern California. Janet felt a little giddy from the wine and it was such a romantic evening. Laura and Steve had had a little more to drink than she had, but Mike had drunk sparingly, which she realized was not like him.
Suddenly, Laura announced, "Let's all go swimming, I haven't been in swimming for just ages and ages!"
"You're on as long as we can go skinny-dipping!" Steve agreed with a lewd chortle. He was looking at Janet.
She was flustered. "I'll go in," she agreed, "but I'm going to wear my new bikini!"
Mike said, "It won't be as much fun unless everybody does it and it's late enough, I don't think we'll have any nosy neighbours."
"I'm sorry!" Janet replied, firmly. "I'm wearing my suit!"
"Okay! Okay! We'll all wear suits then!" Mike grumbled.
They changed into swim suits. Laura was breathtaking, beautifully blonde, in the skimpiest bikini Janet had ever seen. She would never have worn it! They swam and dived for a while, before Laura and Steve gravitated to the shallow end of the pool. The water was only chest high there. They were in each other's arms, and as Janet crawled out of the water, starting to dry and fluff her hair with a big beach towel, she saw that Laura's bikini top. was off, her hugely billowing titties floating, provocatively, in the water between them. Steve's big hands were busy on Laura's body, then, as Janet saw him sink beneath the surface to emerge with something wet and bubbly in his hand which he tossed to the tiled apron of the pool, she realized they were both now nude. Steve's trunks and Laura's bikini nestled together in a wet pile at the edge of the pool!
Janet sat down on a wooden chair and leaned back, drying herself to ward off the chill of the air on her wet skin, and watching, fascinated, the couple in the pool. She watched in spite of herself.
The two naked people in the water were oblivious. Their mouths were welded together above; below, their bodies melded, fluidly,. and their hands searched and fondled sensuously.
As she sat and watched, mesmerized, her golden hair fluffed out, Janet tried, desperately, not to play the voyeur, but it was hard not to watch when the ones being ogled didn't seem to care. She was drying her hair, carefully, peeking around the towel so as not to be obvious and wondering worriedly to herself just how far the nakedly aroused couple in the water would go. Would they fuck? No! She reasoned, they wouldn't go that far. They wouldn't dare, would they?
Then, beneath the surface of the clear water, she saw Laura's legs rise, spread wide and capture Steve's waist, her hips undulate, as she supported herself now with her arms around the boy's thick neck.
Mike, who had gone into the house in search of a fresh pack of cigarettes, came back out onto the terrace and flopped down onto the lounge next to Janet. He dragged gratefully at the smoke, narrowing his eyes, as he perceived the activity in the pool. Covertly, he glanced at Janet, saw that she, too, was watching the fucking pair, and cleared his throat to speak.
"Ah, ahem, I don't want to spoil your fun, kiddies," he said, sarcastically, "no fucking in the nice clean pool water, please?"
"Spoilsport!" Laura said, looking around at him, her eyes glazed with passion, as below, Steve's ample cock drove up into her squirming pussy below the surface of the water.
"Okay, I'm a bastard too, I suppose, but don't get the jizz in the water, we wouldn't want somebody getting pregnant, accidentally." He cast a sidelong, lewdly meaningful look at Janet. "Especially," he went on, "any innocent young virgins!"
"Come on, let's go inside!" Steve said. "Aw, do we have to?" Laura asked. She was petulant.
"We're guests, honey and the man doesn't want the swimming pool water polluted with my cum!" he told her.
"Oh, and it was just getting good," Laura complained, "and we've never done it this way before!"
Steve pulled away from her. "Inside, Laura!" he told her. "We can finish it later! Come on!" He swam the few strokes to the edge of the pool, hauled his muscular, wet body from the water and turned to help her.
Janet saw his cock clearly, as it speared out from his body, huge and throbbing, and she gasped, involuntarily. His prick was fully erect. Massive was the word that swirled through her brain! Steve's cock was massive, and she wanted to look away, in shame and embarrassment; instead, her eyes were drawn to it, almost hypnotically, and she found herself wondering how any woman could possible be fucked by something like that up in her pussy!
Mike watched Janet, narrowly, as she watched Steve and Laura. His mind was clicking over fast, measuring the possibilities. He was never one to allow any opportunity to pass him by if he could help it.
Laura wriggled out of the water, Steve boosting" her up easily, and her lovely naked body, dripping wet, was exposed to them completely for an instant before they turned and dashed into the house.
Watching them go, now, Mike felt the tumescence begin in the shaft of his own cock; the crawling, lifting action of his balls drawing up tight to his body, signaling his rising arousal. He looked at Janet and saw the full rise of her huge tits, inside the more demure halter top she wore, and below, the smooth taper of her thighs, the good knees and long curve of her calves. She sat there, in her embarrassment, still toweling at her long, blonde hair, unable to look at him or to say anything. It was Mike who broke the silence.
"They must have been really turned on," he observed.
"I suppose so." She was noncommittal. Then, shyly, she asked, 'Would they have gone ahead and...?" She paused, unable to put it into words.
"Fucked?" Mike supplied, then answered, "Hell, yes, if I know them!"
"Even with us watching?" She was jarred by the word he'd just spoken aloud.
"Yeah, they probably would." He smiled that lewd smile again, and added, "Steve is hung pretty heavy, isn't he?"
"He is...?" she asked, innocently.
"Yeah, don't tell me you didn't notice the size of his cock?"
Her face colored. "Oh."
"Yes ... oh!"
Suddenly, Janet stood up, sensing that he was, somehow, leading up to something. She didn't know what, but intuitively, she knew she had to get away from him for now. "It's getting late," she said lamely. "I think I'll go in and go to bed."
Mike was standing tall before her, now, and was reaching out for her. "There's no point in disturbing them. Let's stay out here for a while."
Abruptly, she was in his strong arms. His mouth sought for and found hers. He kissed her hard, flattening and spreading her lips open, and his tongue darted into her mouth to probe and savor. She resisted him, for a moment, then relaxed, allowing her own tongue to writhe against his. It would be all right, she told herself. This would only be a little petting. She could allow him that as long as he didn't try to go too far and touch her down in her little pussy.
Reaching behind her, Mike undid the ties of her halter top and slipped his hand underneath to capture the full, cool smoothness of a huge white tit. His strong fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh, rolling the tender cone of the nipple tantalizingly, until it speared out hard and distended. It was the first time he had touched her naked flesh. Janet knew, deep in the inner recesses of her mind, that she should repel him, make him stop, right then, but along with the frightened, hollowness she felt, in the pit of her stomach, was another, stronger, feeling that keened through her cunt. It was a tiny spark of sensate passion trying to ignite the tinder of her never-fucked body.
She freed her lips, momentarily, to gasp, weakly, "No, Mike, darling! We mustn't ... we can't ... I"
"Can't what?" he mumbled.
"We can't ... go any further!"
"The hell we can't!" he choked, bearing her down to a large, plastic-covered cushion lying on the terrace, her halter top coming off completely. She grabbed for it to cover herself, but he was too fast for her. He ripped the garment from her hands and tossed it aside, as his weight came down heavily on top of her. He claimed her lips again with his avid mouth.
His hands began to explore the lovely contours of her body, caressing the magnificent billowing swell of her tits, cupping, kneading and massaging them, each in turn, until she felt them tingle and swell, the distended nipples beginning to ache with need; then his voracious mouth followed and complemented his hands, as he sucked a cameo-pink, berry-like nipple, rolling it and stretching it between his lips. Then he bit one, lightly, scraping his teeth along its erect length. The tiny spark she had felt before smoldered higher, and she sensed her danger. He was after more, he wanted more than just petting, fondling and kissing. He wanted to screw her. A moan came, unbidden, to her lips.
"Please, darling, no!" she begged. Oooooh!"
It was as though she hadn't spoken. He didn't hear her; indeed, he wouldn't hear. His hands prowled her body, with a mind of their own, so to speak, leaving her sensuously throbbing tits now to roam over her ribs and down across the smooth flatness of her belly to the waistband of her bikini bottoms.
Worming a hand under the waistband, he rummaged in the soft golden curls of her pussy hairs, rubbing her purposefully, brushing and teasing at the velvety strands until she prickled between her legs and attempted to squirm her hips away from his titillating manipulation. Still, his hand followed to taunt her, a long finger sliding down into the sensitive, fleshy fold of her cuntlips to find the throbbingly erect miniature phallus there. Her clitoris's condition of gently throbbing sensitivity told him of his success. She was getting hot to fuck in spite of her puritanical little protests.
The arcing sensations his finger generated in her sent a different message to her. The sexual part of the message she ignored. It was the signal of alarm she heeded. It was time to stop or else! Else what? She didn't want to contemplate it but she would not, under any circumstances, surrender her virtue or her virginity!
She moaned up into his mouth, unable to contain herself, as her body worked at cross purposes to her coolly rational mind, and she found herself writhing almost helplessly on his plundering fingers.
"Oh, my darling, Mike!" she panted up into his face. "We've got to stop! Oh, God, you know we can't do it!"
But, suddenly, he had taken hold of the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and with a sudden, smooth working movement, stripped them from her, the material tearing, the ripping sound loud in the still night air. Quickly, he shrugged out of his own swim trunks and tossed them aside to Join the tiny heap of her now useless bathing suit.
Janet didn't have a chance to protest, as he, once again, pinned her down, his hotly searching mouth capturing hers and his hand returning to rapidly taunt her heated pussy. Now, his finger played at the moistly pulsating mouth of her cunt for a moment, before slipping inside to tease in tiny rimming circles just inside the smooth, hair-fringed opening. Against the white, warmly tingling flesh of her hip she felt a huge throbbing presence. It was his cock. Oh God, everything had gotten out of hand. She was letting him go too far already!
His fingers continued to tease at her sensually aroused pussy, burrowing deeper and deeper into the wet, softly throbbing passage. She jerked, spasmodically, a soul-searing moan emitting from deep in her chest, almost like an animal cry for freedom, and she arched her neck, rolling her head, flailingly, from side to side, her naked loins attempting to writhe themselves back and away from his tormenting fingers, in a futile endeavor to escape his wanton fingerfucking of her untouched pussy. She was like an animal in a trap; the more she struggled to escape, the more tightly she was held.
"OOoooh, no, no, nooooooo!" she muttered, grinding her teeth as she fought against him and against herself. She couldn't, she mustn't let it happen. Never! The word ricocheted around inside her skull. She had to stop him now!
Again, Mike brought his head down to her hotly quivering tit, cupping its resilient fullness in his hand and sucking the tiny, throbbing nipple deep into the wet warmth of his mouth. Flaming sensations of desire raged in her, uncontrollably and involuntarily her hips, below, undulated on his lewdly manipulating fingers.
"Dear God, Oh ... ooooooooohh!" she moaned, knowing she must stop him before it was too late and he fucked his cock up into her pussy, but not knowing how to put an end to it.
His wet, hungry mouth had begun a gentle nibbling along her naked shoulder, his nipping teeth sending tiny racing thrills through her and raising goose bumps all over her tingling body. She shivered unrestrainedly from the unexpectedly delicious sensation. Then his lips were fastened tightly to an erectile nipple once more, the sucking pressure harder this time, as he moved it in and out between his firm lips, while at the same time maintaining the strong erotic suction. It felt so wonderfully fulfilling to her that she found herself, against her will, pushing her tit up tighter into his mouth.
Now, he. eased his finger from her cunt, allowing it to flick hotly at her tiny hardening clit for a moment or two, before it joined his other hand in caressing the soft firmness of her flat belly, wandering over her thighs in long, fondling exploratory pilgrimages, her satiny flesh sensitive to his every move on it.
She tried to protest in words and with her hands, but neither would respond. Her body wanted to go on and on, disobeying the rational mind that told her it couldn't continue, and while this battle raged within her, his mouth played for long, delicious, sensation-producing moments around her swelling, throbbing tits, giving her sensations she had never before experienced. Restlessly, his mouth moved around and between them, his tongue trailing wetly through the narrow, fleshy cleft between the firm, magnificent mounds, as "he alternated his attention to each in turn.
Slitheringly, his body moved down over her, his mouth blazing a trail over the flat plane of her quivering belly, while below his painfully jerking cock moved along the furrow of her tightly clamped-together legs, her thighs trembling with the contact in a mixture of fear and a strangely lewd anticipation.
In passing, he bored his tongue into her navel, which brought soft mewls and uncontrolled gasps of pleasure from her now openly panting mouth.
Again, she endeavored to stop him. She knew she must, but it was as though she were paralyzed, or under a hypnotic spell, as she felt his mouth move on her, ever lower and lower. There was a tiny inkling in her, momentarily, that he intended to fuck his cock into her pussy, and at the same moment, her mind rejected the idea, her hips, mindlessly, undulated upward to receive the salacious sensations that would be coming to her.
Lower yet, his tantalizing mouth moved, and maddening patterns' of lewdly indecent sensations trailed after his hotly swirling tongue and nipping teeth; then, somehow, she knew that she could not resist any longer, that she would not, now, stop him in his quest to screw her.
Then, she felt his hands on her thighs. He was firmly pressing them open; indeed, she knew for sure that all resistance had flown from her, as she allowed him with firm but gentle force to spread her legs slowly apart. She heard his rasping gasp of delight at the instant her gently palpitating little pussy was exposed to his lustful eyes.
"Damn!" he grunted. 'That's going to be nice and tight!"
She sucked in her breath, gasping; then she felt Mike's thumbs on either side, pressing outward to spread and expose the soft, golden, hair-ringed lips of her cringing, untried pussy. The coolness of the night air washed over the warm, coral flesh, and she shivered, convulsively. Oh! He was going to fuck her, and she had to stop him before it was too late! But why couldn't she do it? What was it in her that kept her lewdly lying there with her legs spread shamelessly open while he had his way with her?
And, suddenly, his head was there, between her thighs, his tongue flicking out, sinuously, the tip of it making wet, electrifying contact with the pulsing bud of her clit, causing it to throb to even harder erectness. Under his voracious kisses, he felt it pulsate and move slightly in its sheath, exposing it yet more to his wetly flicking tongue.
Searing sensations raced through her, as a high whine of pleasure escaped her lips, uncontrollably, and she gyrated her loins up to him wantonly, offering him the whole of her nakedly steaming cunt.
"OOOOooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, wanting it to go on forever.
She felt his fingers move down to open the lips of her cunt wider, exposing the wetly pulsing passage to him, and suddenly he dropped his tongue from her clit to fuck it deeply into the pink, dewy-wet flesh of her throbbingly expectant cunthole.
Her body spasmed deliciously from the sudden, electric contact, then, convulsively, hardly believing what she was doing, even as she did it, her hands reached down to entangle her fingers in his still damp hair. Wantonly, she pulled his face in hard and tight to her demanding loins. Inside the warm sheath of her sensitive cunt, his tongue fucked in and out, pausing occasionally to circle around and around maddeningly, the tip flicking against the wet, juicy walls of her pussy, generating insane spasms of pure delightfully erotic sensations. Never before had she experienced the wildness that rocked through her whole naked body.
"OOOOoooooooh! My Gooooooooodddddddd!" A long, agonized groan escaped from deep in her throat. She was trying to find words, and then she heard herself moaning, "Mike. Oh, Mike! You've got to stop, my darling! We can't go on! We just can t!
To her amazement and strange, confused disappointment, he was moving up over her, leaving her unsatiated cunt burningly alive with the fires of her desire, and he was kissing her again, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat, as he took her hand and curled her fingers partially around the shaft of his heavily throbbing cock. Demandingly, his hand held hers there, in place.
She surprised herself, even, as she let her hand remain where he had placed it. It was the first time she had touched a man's cock. It was enormous, absolutely huge, and it was warm and throbbing against the palm of her hand. Until she had seen Steve's a few minutes ago, she hadn't realized a man's prick could be so massive. God! He wanted to ram that thing up inside her! Why, it would kill her, rip her cunt, split her in two, but the exciting feel of it, throbbing impatiently in her hand, was delightful. There was so much potential power, there, and the very idea of its fucking into her was exhilarating. How she'd love to have it buried up inside her inflamed cunt this very moment! Somehow, there was nothing strange to her in her simultaneous feelings of revulsion and salacious attraction.
Instinctively, she began stroking and massaging the hotly pulsating shaft of his prick, pushing the loose, heavy foreskin back and feeling the satiny smoothness of the cockhead; it jerked involuntarily in her hand, and she gripped it harder, the better to feel the pulsating, lewd demand it was making.
Then, filled with .curiosity, wanting to know more, she slipped her hand downward, feeling for his balls, their soft hairiness and the silky but somewhat crinkled texture of them amazing her, as she fingered them gently. Somewhere, she had heard how fragile and susceptible men's balls were to physical hurt, so she stroked them with extra gentleness, lovingly, holding them gingerly in the palm of her hand.
Above her, Mike was grunting between panting breaths. His teeth ground together, and she knew, somehow, that he had reached the point of no return in his passionate quest of her. Then, she felt a warm wetness on her thigh, and she wondered if he had reached his cum. Was it his juice on her leg? No, his cock in her hand was still as hard as a rock. Then it must be the preparatory juices men produce, she decided.
"Janet ... Janet, my God!" he began to hiss into her ear. "I want you, Janet! I've got to fuck you now!"
She was glad she could still speak rationally, although it was an effort. "No, please, darling no! It wouldn't be right and you'd hate me afterward," she moaned, and even though she thoroughly detested the four-letter-word obscenity he had used, it sent a shock wave of lewd excitement crashing through her, as her cunt quivered involuntarily with her built-up need for him.
"No, God I swear! Everything'll be the same, but I've got to fuck you, don't you see?" he whined passionately.
"It wouldn't be the same though," she reasoned. "I wouldn't be a ... She stopped, thinking. "I'd be used."
"A virgin? Virginity? Christ, Janet! That's only a state of mind I What difference would it make? You'll lose it sooner or later!"
"But, I want to save it until we're, until I'm married!" she told him.
"A wonderful idea," he mumbled. "I love you, Angel, and if you love me, too, it won't matter!"
Janet was sure she loved him. She hadn't meant to imply that he would marry her; that "we" had just slipped out, but her sentiment was right. That she knew! She had not lost sight of that yet. It was her physical being that kept telling her it would be all right, that she should go ahead and allow him to fuck her body, but all the while, her mind struggled to maintain control over her inflamed senses. She wanted it! She wanted him and his cock in her pussy and there seemed to be no stopping it. She was fighting a losing battle with herself!
He reached down then, with frantic hands, in an attempt to part her tightly clamped-together thighs, and at that very instant, something in her mind snapped back into its proper place. "Janet, honey, Angel Baby!" he choked. "Open your legs, damn it!"
"No, Mike! I can't let you! I don't want to be screwed like this! It'll ruin everything!" She was determined now. He would not use her for a tawdry little one-night fuck. There had to be more reason, a reason like marriage.
"I've got to get my cock in you! Got to fuck you!" he whined, pantingly. She hugged him tight to her and talked up into the wetness of his mouth, even as he struggled to squirm his thickly pulsing cock down between her fear-clenched thighs.
"Listen, darling, listen to me! Well both be sorry if I let you fuck me, don't you see? It'll mean more later if...." She caught herself. Mike had still not mentioned marriage and she would not force him. But, if he were to say it, commit himself, it would put things in a different perspective.
"Good God, Janet! I can't wait any longer!" he groaned.
Desperately, she kissed him hard, as he worked to part her legs, even minutely, his cock thrusting down through the upper part of her wet, hair-lined pussy furrow, fighting with insane blindness just below. But it was denied him by her hard-clamped thighs, his every futile stroke sending wild sensations through her as his lust-inflated cockhead rubbed hard against the erect, sensate bud of her clit.
In a few moments, if this continued, she knew all of her fine resolve would be destroyed. Her legs would part, instinctively, and voluntarily and he would ... she left the thought unfinished, unresolved.
Then, she knew. It was partial answer, at least. Frantically, she said, "Mike, please, darling, let me do something else for you."
She pleaded with him, knowing that she couldn't let him be completely frustrated. She couldn't let him remain in his present condition, without release. To do so would have been cruel, inhumane, and she even considered offering to suck his cock with her mouth, the thought of it repugnant to her even as she thought it. Again, Mike was deaf to her pleading. He continued his mindless attempts to get his huge cock between her legs and into her cunt where it belonged.
He raised himself up, now, and used his strong arms to lever her legs apart. She could resist him no longer. Her legs parted and he threw himself into the angle of them, wedging his hips in, solidly, an animal-like growl of elation ripping from his open mouth. "Now, well see. God damn it!"
Desperately, she reached down between them, just before his heavily pulsing cock fucked up her pussy hole, grabbing the hard, throbbing shaft of it in both her hands to deflect it from its tender target. She held it, tightly, for all she was worth.
With feral animality he rammed his cock forward, still trying to get it into her cunt, and as Janet gripped it, solidly, he continued to pump wildly for several strokes.
Janet had felt the shaft of his cock expand and contract in her hands, and helpless gasps of panting passion poured from him, again and again. Then, she felt the hot liquid of his cum-juice gushing thickly and wetly into the softly curling strands of her pussy hairs, and beginning to run down over her thighs, seeping down between them, and the pungent odor of his cum was heavy in the night air between them.
Panting, he collapsed on top of her, his breath raspy in his throat, and she held him close to her. God, she did love him, but she just couldn't give herself away cheaply. She caressed him, trying to let him know that she cared.
Finally, he rolled from on top of her, found a towel and handed it to her. "Sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't have tried to force you I can give myself a hand-job any time I want!"
"Don't you understand? I want things to be right when I...." She tried to explain it to him, but she couldn't find the words, without referring to her real desire ... marriage.
"I understand plenty!" he snarled. "Gals like you are just cock-teasers! All kinds of promises, but no performance!"
He arose, picked up his trunks, and started for the door. "I'm going to bed!" he told her with finality.
Janet morosely wiped her flooded thighs and naked cunt with the towel, then draping it about her, she picked up her ruined bikini and padded into Mike's parents' home, went directly to her room, stepped into the shower, and washed herself clean. Her nerves were still keyed to a fine edge. She was the one who had been left frustrated and unfulfilled. Mike had had his release, of sorts, but it was she who had to cope with a body raised to fever pitch. Stretching out under the clean sheets, dressed in a clean nightie and fresh from the stinging, cold shower, she felt better and decided to read for awhile. She selected a mystery novel and settled down, hoping that welcome sleep would come to her soon.
Try as she might, she couldn't get it out of her mind. If only Mike had said something about marriage, she would have accepted him. She might even have indulged in premarital fucking with him, but Mike Rucker wasn't thinking about marriage, she realized.
He had never mentioned marriage. She had hopes that he would come to his senses and do the right thing. Maybe, tomorrow ... tomorrow. She was asleep.
Janet didn't know how long she had slept. Was it an hour, maybe two hours? She awoke, restlessly, shifted about trying to find a comfortable position, wanting to go back to sleep, but finding it futile. Finally, after several minutes of tossing about, she decided to go out onto the terrace to get some fresh air.
She slipped on a dressing robe and walked from her room into the hallway, which was lighted by a dim nightlight. The door to Mike's room, she noticed, was slightly ajar, a dim light coming from the interior. Hesitating a moment, she almost turned back, not wanting to see Mike again, just yet. Their next meeting should be in the clear light of day; however, she thought, he may have gone to sleep with the light on, and there would be no reason why she should not be able to pass his door.
There was no way she could have missed seeing the scene in Mike's room. She unconsciously glanced in as she passed. What she saw froze her to the spot, staring aghast.
The foot of the bed was toward her, so the participants had no way of knowing that she stood in the hall watching. Laura was kneeling down on top of Mike! Her curvaceous full, white asscheeks were spread wide, her tiny puckered asshole slightly visible in the open crevice, while just below her tightly clamped cunthole engulfed and absorbed Mike's long, pulsingly hard cock. As she watched, Laura rocked backward, and his huge cunt-splitting cock disappeared up inside her wet pussy hole, then, as her lithe body moved forward, it slid out, again, glistening, only the blood-inflated cockhead remaining just inside her cunt opening.
Fascinated, Janet watched, in spite of herself, and some of the questions flooding through her mind were answered, when she heard Laura's voice.
"Steve was good for only one pop, tonight," she said. "He just rolled over and went to sleep, after only one lousy fuck!"
Mike's voice, then, "We're in the same boat, baby!"
"Why? Couldn't you make it with Janet?"
"No! I got a lousy hand-job is all!"
Janet had heard and seen enough. Clenching a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob she felt coming, she fled back to the sanctuary of her room.
She had not married Mike Rucker.
She had married Peter Young. Patient, gentle, plodding Peter had caught her on the rebound, after her break-up with Mike.
And her life with Peter had been secure. He had been a law major. In the ten years of their marriage-they had been married right after graduation-he had moved, steadily, ploddingly, up through the offices of the law firm.
That was the trouble, Janet mused. Peter worked too hard. He worked too hard, and was too tired and preoccupied most of the time to fuck her. Oh, he loved her; there was no doubt about that. He was gentle, somewhat undemanding and unimaginative, almost perfunctory, in the performance of his marital duties. That was it, too, she decided. He approached screwing like it was a duty, a chore to be done with, and Janet was always hoping there would be more, that he would fuck wildly and uninhibitedly make her feel savagely wanted, like Mike Rucker had wanted her that time.
She held the letter in her hand, still musing. She hadn't seen Mike since graduation; indeed, she had no contact with any of the members of her class. What if? What would it be like to see, again, an old flame, a man she might have married, a man who had almost fucked her virgin pussy before marriage? It might be fun to talk about old times, renew acquaintances and old friendships. Could an old flame be fanned back to life? She knew it was impossible, even as she thought it. Mike would be just another old friend. He would be married, maybe have some children, all settled down now with his dude ranch. But there was a gnawing curiosity in her. What would he be like now?
Her decision was made. She'd tell Peter about the ranch for their vacation. This was the one place they could afford and enjoy. She was sure she could convince him; he usually left the vacation arrangements to her.
Mike Rucker! Strange how his name filled her with excitement. She'd have to stop daydreaming.
She couldn't afford them. But that thought still didn't stop the shameless tingling in her pussy or the sensuous throbbing of her tits as she thought of the way he had lewdly sucked them on their last meeting together.
CHAPTER TWO
Regretfully, Janet turned her mind from these cunt-warming thoughts to the present. She had other things to worry about today, she didn't have time for such idle dreaming. Young Ed Moore and his wife were coming to dinner this evening, and if she were to be ready for it, she had better begin doing something. There was the shopping to be done, some cleaning chores and there was a date with the hairdresser to be kept.
Ed Moore was one of Peter's newest young assistants in the law office research department, and these intimate dinners at home were one of the necessary and noncommittal functions of Peter's job. It was part of the firm's policy for improving personnel morale and relations. Janet didn't mind playing the gracious hostess; as a matter-of-fact, it gave her something to do, and she welcomed the opportunity to meet new people. Peter, on the other hand, didn't enjoy the prospect of having to play the perfect host. He much preferred to spend his evenings relaxing, watching television or reading. It was all Janet could do sometimes, to get him out of the house for an evening of entertainment. If he had his way, she reflected, he'd never go out. His world revolved around two centers: his work and their home.
Tonight though they would have the company of a younger couple, and she was going to see to it that everyone, including Peter, really enjoyed the dinner and the evening.
She plunged headlong into her preparations, rushing about to get everything finished. Her efficient, although seemingly harum-scarum attack had all in readiness long before Peter was due home from the office.
Then, she took a long, soaking bath, during which her mind drifted back to Mike Rucker again, and that same excitement, strange and scintillating, pervaded her being. How different everything might have been if she had not resisted Mike so stoutly that evening.
The fantasy daydreams of Mike and fucking and fucking with Mike had to be cut off, finally. Like all daydreams, there was little substance; after all she was a married woman and she was not married to Mike Rucker. She was irrevocably the wife of Peter Young.
But the aura remained. With unconscious carelessness, she delayed dressing after her bath, shrugging into a sexily sheer dressing robe that clung invitingly to her hugely billowing tits, rationalizing with herself, at the same time, that she was merely being more efficient. She would only have to dress once, for dinner. She couldn't admit, even to herself, that she was making herself purposefully seductive. The object of her seduction was, of course, her husband, Peter. Dimly, in the back of her mind, buried deep in her subconscious, was the wanton desire to be taken for what she was, a highly desirable woman with a largely untapped capacity for sensual sexuality, for wild, uninhibited fucking. She wanted to be loved, properly.
Peter parked his car in the driveway, got out, carrying his briefcase, and trudged up the front walk. He was bone tired. There had been some sticky legal problems he had had to work out, and it had done him in for the day.
Janet heard her husband's car in the drive, and with unusual excitement mounting in her, knowing that what she was doing was unusual in itself, she flew to meet him just as he walked into the living room; of course, she always tried to be on hand to greet him when he arrived, but today she wanted more than his quick peck and his usual inquiry about how everything had gone with her, followed by his withdrawal into more work, a book, the television set. Yes! Today, this hour, this moment, she wanted him as a husband, a lover, a man!
With a little yip of pleasure, she melted into his arms, raising her lips to him for his kiss. He kissed her, dutifully, but she would not let him go. Clinging tightly to him she said, "Oh, I'm so glad you're home, darling!" Then she offered her lips to him again, with passion, and as he kissed her, for the second time, she told him with her mouth and tongue, in the silent language of love and passion, that she needed him, wanted him to fuck her, her tongue flicking wantonly into 'his mouth to probe and savor. She held him tight to her for several moments, her body plastered tight to him, her loins, below, undulant against his flaccid prick inside his pants. Finally, it was he who broke the embrace.
Holding her at arm's length, he said, "Whew, what a greeting! What's gotten into you, Janet?"
"Nothing." she smiled, mysteriously, helping him off with his jacket, loosening and removing his tie and feeling, at the same time, only too acutely, his lack of response to her, "I've just been lonely for you is all." She took his things into the bedroom to hang them up, halfway hoping he would follow. He didn't.
Instead, he headed for his favorite chair and the afternoon edition of the newspaper, calling out to her, "Janet darling. I could sure use a drink. You got some martinis, maybe?"
"Coming right up!" she said cheerily. "They're already made and chilling in the refrigerator." She hurried into the kitchen to pour them, reappearing in a couple of moments to hand him his drink. Then, holding her own, she perched on the arm of his chair prettily, her robe parting to reveal most of her curvaceous leg, the tapering white thighs, flawless in every detail. They were good legs and she knew it. In the ten years of their marriage, her weight had not fluctuated a pound. She had made sure of that.
Peter sipped his drink appreciatively, his eyes traveling over her as she sat there, almost posing for him, wanting him to notice, but most of all, wanting him to act.
"MMmmnn ... just right!" he said. "Just the way I like a martini!"
Janet drank from her glass. It did taste good and refreshing. "I followed your directions to the letter." she said.
"Isn't tonight the night for the Moores?" he asked.
"Yes, they'll be here about seven-thirty, I suppose."
"Everything all set?"
"Yes, darling. Only the very last-minute things are left."
His eyes ranged over her again, coolly. "You're not dressed yet," he observed.
"I know." she smiled, glad that he had finally noticed. "I was trying to be terribly efficient and only have to dress once," she explained, knowing that it was not the real reason. The real reason was there, deep in her belly, where a tiny, hot flame waited to be blown into a raging inferno. Why couldn't he take the broad hints she had broadcast to him? Sometimes, he seemed to be terribly dense. Would she have to ask him with bare-faced bluntness to take her to bed and fuck her silly?
"Well, don't you suppose it's about time to get ready, then?" he asked, picking up the newspaper again to glance at the headlines and the leadstory captions.
She interpreted it as a sort of dismissal, but she would not be put off so easily. She swung her leg, provocatively, almost brazenly. "Actually, I Was sort of hoping you'd feel like a little recreation in the bedroom." There, she had said what she really felt; let him know what she so desperately wanted.
Peter looked at her in genuine surprise. "Is that what this's all about? You want me to fuck you now?"
"Yes, darling, I do!" Her eyes were deep blue, with a smolder of desire in them, and she looked at her husband, unwaveringly, honestly.
"But I just got home from work. I'm tired. I've had a hard day and you want me to...?" He was a little flabbergasted and flattered, but not willing to budge from his more or less hard-set ways, his unchanging routines. Screwing was a nighttime thing, perhaps once or twice a week. It was necessary, like shaving, and he always shaved in the morning. Screwing at this time of day, right after work? He didn't feel up to it. He went on, "But if you're really hot for it, maybe we can fuck tonight again."
She knew now that her efforts for this afternoon, at least, were futile. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Smiling at him gamely, she murmured, "All right, darling. If you're really too tired we'll just have to wait!" She stood up and crossed to the couch. "Drink your martini, Peter, before it gets warm."
Sitting down, she choked back her acute disappointment. There was only one consolation: she might find the satisfaction she sought later tonight, in their big bed, and for the second night in succession. That in itself would be unusual for Peter. She hoped, then, that Ed and Lana Moore would choose not to stay late; on the other hand, she knew she would be an ungracious hostess, if she pressured them in any way. She could only hope that Peter would be rejuvenated by the dinner, the cocktails, and the relaxing conversation. She would have to make sure he got just enough to drink and enough to make things interesting, but not enough to get him drunk.
Thoughtfully, she sipped her martini. The former thoughts of Mike Rucker passed through her mind, fleetingly, before she dismissed them. It was no good thinking things like that; but then another even more startling thought crept into her mind. What sort of man was Ed Moore? Was he good-looking, tall, fun to be with? Was he a sparkling conversationalist? A good lover?
Janet finished her drink, and seeing that Peter was absorbed in the inner pages of his precious newspaper, decided not to disturb him. She rose and went into their bedroom to dress, telling herself, as she felt a twinge of guilt, that her idle thinking about Ed Moore was just a natural interest fn him, only as a guest and a colleague of her husband's. There was no way she would ever generate interest in another man, let alone let him fuck her. Her marriage vows were too sacred.
Ed and Lana Moore arrived at seven-forty-five. Janet and Peter greeted them warmly, making them welcome, the two men falling easily into a discussion of legal matters. Ed, it turned out, was a six-footer, blond, good-looking, his eyes crinkling with good nature as he smiled down on Janet. Lana was a petite blonde, as golden-blonde as Janet, her tresses cascading down over her shoulders in contrast to Janet's shorter style. They all settled down in the living room for a pre-dinner martini. Janet decided she liked Lana, but her first impression was that the younger woman seemed to be under some tension, perhaps trying too hard to cope with the social situation, as wife of a junior partner being entertained by a more senior partner. She understood the feeling and tried to put Lana at ease. After a few moments, she realized, through some mysterious flash of female intuition, that the tension existed between her and that marvelous-looking husband, Ed. Somehow, she guessed they had been having a violent argument just before their arrival. It was all there in her all too sweet smile, but the ramrod-straight back, the slight reluctance to unbend, and the subtle shading and nuance of her voice when she spoke to her husband, was what gave her away. Then, there was the wide-eyed, open admiration for Peter, as she seemed to hang on his every word. Even as she formed these second impressions, Janet knew it would be bad form to scratch below the surface masks the young couple wore. There would be no telling what might be uncovered.
Janet's dinner was served to perfection. Ed complimented her profusely. Peter murmured his usual, polite thanks, and Lana was properly enthusiastic.
After dinner, they returned to the living room for coffee and cognac. Things had begun to loosen up, and Peter went to fix another drink. He brought the four glasses to the coffee table, handed them to his guests, and then, red-faced, he motioned Janet to come to him.
"What the hell," he hissed at her, "are we out of cigarettes?"
She remembered then; she had intended to buy a carton that afternoon, but it had escaped her. "I'm sorry, darling. I guess I just forgot," she told him, then added, hopefully. "You can smoke a cigar, you do that sometimes after dinner."
"No, we can't!" He was being stubborn. 'I'll just have to go get some!"
Lana, who had taken advantage of the slight break to visit the bathroom, emerged just in time to overhear a part of the conversation. Oh impulse, it seemed, she said, "Take me with you, Peter, I haven't seen much of this part of town."
Peter hesitated, "Well ... I...." he began "I don't bite, and I'll promise on my honor not to try to seduce you." She smiled a dazzling smile at Janet. "Let's ask your wife, okay?"
The younger woman had, obviously, had too much to drink, already. Perhaps, Janet thought, Lana had slugged down a couple of drinks before they had come away.
Lana plunged ahead. "Will it be all right if I take an innocent little ride with your husband?"
And, Janet was surprised to hear herself answer, "Yes, I'm sure it'll be all right as long as you leave your husband for security!"
It was a nonplussed Peter who escorted Lana stiffly to his car. Things had taken a turn, in a twinkling, which he didn't exactly like. He didn't approve of the idea of being alone with another man's wife and he liked less leaving his own wife alone in the company of another man. But he really didn't have much of a choice now, what with both of the wives agreeing, He was just being over-imaginative about the whole thing, anyway. After all, what could possibly happen in a short ride to the store?
CHAPTER THREE
Peter Young walked behind Lana Moore as they both went down the front steps towards the car. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help feel his cock jerk to life as his eyes followed the sensuously jiggling cheeks of her ass. Painfully he tore his eyes from her and forced himself to get into the car and back out of the driveway. He had just succeeded in getting his mind clear of her when Lana Moore leaned towards him and breathed into his ear, "I just had to get you alone!"
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he drove, Peter said, "Take it easy, Lana, I'm a safely married man and you're a married woman!"
With studied carelessness, she allowed her hand to rest on his thigh. She heaved her shoulders in a sigh of exasperation. "Come on, Peter, that's pretty square. I've heard all that stuff before! The real facts are that you've got a cock and I've got a cunt, that's all that matters!"
Her language and her hand on his thigh bothered Peter. He had enough trouble controlling his thoughts around her without her urging him on. He definitely didn't want to become involved with this woman even if she was a voluptuous little thing. Things like that only led to sticky complications. He felt he had to extricate himself some way before the situation got out of hand.
"And I think you've had a little too much to drink already. It's the liquor in you talking!" he told her bluntly.
"Like hell!" she flared. "I know exactly what I'm doing! You really turn me on, and I'm going to do my best to turn you on!"
So saying, her hand moved up his thigh, lightly, and delved between his legs, feeling for his cock nestled there.
As her hand moved sensuously across Peter's crotch, he felt his cock begin to pulse hotly. Her direct, forward manner, the way in which she turned words into action, somehow captivated him. There was a call to adventure he had not felt for years, but on the other hand, his sense of the safe, the secure and the well-known was too much with him. Even as he felt the first painful jerk in his cock, the shaft growing moment by moment and the crawly feel of his balls filling with his scalding juices, he tried to reject it.
"Damn it, Lana Stop it! I'm not interested in screwing any cunt! I'm not the man for that sort of thing!"
"Who're you trying to kid?" she asked, feeling the expanding growth of his cock through the cloth of his pants. Gleefully, then, she found the tab of his fly zipper, grasped it and pulled it down, the sigh of it loud in the car. With deft knowledge, her hand dipped inside, worming its way through the fly opening of his shorts, her fingers curling halfway around his painfully jerking cock. "This feels like you're quite a man!" she laughed. She squeezed his prick, playfully.
"Listen!" he grated, "I'm not going to play your silly little games! If you don't stop now, I'm going to turn this car around and deliver you back to your husband!"
"No you won't! You want it as much as I do, just be honest with yourself!" she challenged, pulling his cock out of his pants and exposing the huge shaft to the cool night air.
Peter glanced around, nervously, glad that they were still on a residential street with little traffic. She wanted him to be honest with himself? All right, he could be that! Did he want what she was offering? A quick, little illicit affair, a fast fuck in the back seat of his car? He had to admit to himself that his answer would have to be an almost unqualified hell yes! There was something exciting, daring, and adventurous about the whole thing. He had never dreamed any woman could be as direct as young Ed Moore's wife, was being-it was a sort of reverse seduction. Maybe it even bordered on rape, although he had never heard of a man being raped by a woman. In a way, the whole thing was absurd.
"You want me to be honest? In the first place I've never driven down the street with my prick out in a strange woman's hand! And, secondly, I've never fucked any woman but my wife since I've been married!"
"Good God, where have you been? What do you really mean, you've never fucked anybody else since you were married?"
The obscene, four-letter word coming from her lips was a shocker too. It did something to him. His cock jerked in her hand, desire building even higher in him.
"And I haven't heard many women use that word!"
"Sh-it!" She was exasperated. "Find a place to park this car, darling, because I'm going to give you a fast course in sex education!"
"We'd better get back," Peter offered, weakly.
"Why? The fun's just starting!"
"My wife, your husband, they'll be expecting us back!"
"Don't worry about them, honey. If I know my husband, he's probably got his cock rammed all the way up to her sweet little tits already!"
Peter couldn't help his gasp of surprise. "I don't think Janet'd ever do anything like that!"
"I wouldn't bet on that!" Lana declared, stroking the foreskin back and exposing the head of his hardened, throbbing cock to the wash of cool night air. "Sounds like you've been depriving her."
Suddenly, then, she leaned down, her head ducking under the steering wheel, and her mouth poised over his satiny-smooth cockhead. Her voice came to him, just before her lips made wet, hotly tingling contact. That had never happened to him before either! "Well, if you're not going to park so we can both have some fun, I'll amuse you by sucking on this big cock of yours!"
True to her word, her wet hot lips came down over the heavily throbbing cock-tip, engulfing it completely, while she still held the hard, excited shaft of the rod tightly in her tiny hand. He spasmed with the highly erotic shock of the surging sensation. Christ! It felt wonderful!
He groaned, "Oh God!" He was helpless to stop her short of stopping the car and hauling her bodily away, but of course, he was beyond the point of wanting to stop it. Now, there was only one direction, forward and onward to completion. She had succeeded in arousing him as he had never been aroused before in his memory.
There was a decision he had to make. He could, now, drive to some quite secluded spot, hop in the back seat where there was more room and fuck this hot little cunt, like he'd love to, wildly and insanely, then take the consequences of his actions-such as Janet's anger if she were to find out-and the torture of his own conscience.
But, on the other hand, if Ed Moore's wife was so set on sucking him off, he could let her do that, since he was, in a sense, unable to stop her. There would be little chance of Janet's suspecting anything and his conscience would be clear; after all, a blow-job was not really the same as fucking this hot-tailed little bitch, and he would have his fun and relief. He was not quite sure in his own mind, what there would be in it for Lana. Perhaps, at that moment, he could have cared less. It was a nicely tied-up package of rationalization, for his decision was for the latter plan. It was safe, painless, with no complications.
Ahead, he saw the brightly lighted avenue. Damn! He'd have to stay away from there. Turning a block short, he drove along another quiet street, acutely conscious that she was now hotly swirling her tongue, sinuously, around the head of his cock, pausing every now and then to probe at the sensitive slit in its tip with the wetly swirling tip. Then, he felt her fingernails on the shaft of his throbbing cock as she stroked them lightly, tantalizingly, along its length.
Now, Lana's head began to move, slowly, up and down, each down stroke a little longer, and more of the thick, hard shaft was absorbed deeper and deeper into her hotly working mouth and throat. God damn! Her mouth was smooth, almost delicious, he thought, realizing that her lips were rolled down over her teeth to keep them from scraping him. He had to concede that she was clearly an expert-as far as he could tell. How many times had he been just on the point of suggesting that Janet suck his prick and how many times had words failed him, as he found he couldn't ask her or even talk about it! He'd been a damn fool for too many years, thinking that his wife would have been repulsed by sucking his dick. But now as he thought about it, maybe she would have done it gladly.
Instinctively, his hips began to move, countering her bobbing head. He glanced down to see the dim, golden sheen of her long, blonde hair nestled into his lap. He wished, then, that he could watch her lips ovaled around his cock. It would sure give him an extra charge, but there was nothing he could see clearly in the semidarkness.
He turned his eyes back to the road, but the lewd sensations of Lana's mouth on his cock made it impossible for him to concentrate on the road. There was no possibility he could keep on driving while this was going on. He wouldn't be able to concentrate effectively either on his cock or his driving. Realizing that the street on which he was driving turned into the park within a few blocks made him feel better. He'd park at the first opportunity and let come what may! And, he would cum soon! Damn! Her mouth was so deliciously hot on his cock!
Within half a mile, he was driving on the desert road. He swung off the road onto the first dark wide spot alongside the city park. Quickly, he shut off the ignition and turned off the lights. Lana stopped only long enough to mumble, around the head of his cock, "Changed your mind ... huh?"
"Yes, damn it! I sure as hell couldn't keep driving!" Peter tensed his loins and fucked the length of his hard, pulsing cock deeper up into her mouth, feeling it plunge all the way back into her throat, as he began to move in rhythmic counterpoint to her enthusiastically bobbing head.
He was lost in a trance of heated rapture and submerged in a morass of pleasurable sensations. He moaned, softly, unable to believe what was happening to him, as her honeyed mouth moved over his prick with increasing speed and pressure, her tongue giving an extra swirling lick to the lust-inflated cockhead on every outstroke. She seemed to sense exactly what he wanted.
Then, he began to realize that young Ed Moore's wife, too, was in a highly aroused state of her own. He heard her breath coming raspily, in and out of her nose in short, gasping pants, and she was moving her hips in gyrating undulations on the seat of the car.
Her bobbing head attracted him, now he felt the need to guide her, and he reached out with both hands, taking her long golden hair into them and letting her know, explicitly, how he wanted it. With her ears he guided her up and down the shaft of his heavily throbbing cock, his hips fucking it ever more forcefully up into her softly working mouth. He was aware then that her shoulder was moving rhythmically. She still held the shaft of his prick with one hand, and he could see from the moving shoulder and her undulating hips that she was using the other hand on herself. She was fingering her own cunt under her panties while she was sucking on his cock. Smart girl, he thought; she was having her fun, too! Afterward, he told himself, he'd do something in return for her. It was too late now to think of fucking her. He was too close to cumming. And, there was only one way, he knew for sure, to make her cum and that was licking her cunt! His mind cart-wheeled! Christ! He'd never done that before, either, but God, there had been so many times he had wanted to suck and lick his own wife, Janet's, cunt. So many times, he couldn't count them, and he had balked short of asking, afraid to act. Then he wondered: Would it be any different after this? Would it be easier? He didn't know. There were too many years of repression and self-denial.
The gathering sensations concentrated in the bloated head of his cock, and he could feel it pulsing, growing ever larger with each involuntary lurch, as her hotly swirling tongue and sucking lips tantalized and tormented it on every stroke.
Peter could feel it getting nearer for him; the sweet agony of his building load of cock-juices was demanding its release from his swollen balls. It caused him to groan aloud, as his mouth worked, silently at first; then, he was mouthing words.
"Oh God! That feels so good, baby! A little more, just a little more, and I'll be there! I'll cum in just a little while! OOOooooaaauggghhh!"
Throaty, strangled noises replaced the words. He could only gasp his pleasure. His breath came faster, in and out of tortured lungs. It was almost there! He was going to cum, now! He could feel the searing, acid burn of it, beginning far up behind the root of his cock.
Furiously, he rammed his hips up at her face. He could feel it go clear to the hilt in her mouth, his pubic hair mashing up against her nose as she took all of him deep into her throat. Christ! It felt good! There had never been anything like it before! Everything he had missed was there, in the throbbing head of his cock, everything he had denied himself and Janet, and he was almost ready to cum in this other man's wife's mouth!
Then, suddenly, his release was there for him. Explosively the jet of scalding cock juice pumped through the length of his prick, to spray from the slitted tip of the heavily pulsing head into the smooth, honeyed moistness of her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Now!" he choked. "Now! I'm cumming. NOW!"
His hands on the back of her head pulled her down, roughly and hard, on his juice-gushing cock, and he flexed his hips upward, convulsively, pinioning her head, immobilizing it while he stiffened and shot his cum deep up into her desperately swallowing throat.
She swallowed, sucked and swallowed furiously, as the viscous liquid of his burning cum hosed through him and gushed into her mouth. He heard her mewling hum of pleasure that seemed to come from deep in her chest.
Flopping back in the car seat, he relaxed his grip on her head, his hands dropping down to her shoulders to fondle her tits and let his hard-on deflate in her mouth, but she kept right on, continuing to nibble and suck on it, until she had consumed the very last drop of his heated juices; then, with a sigh, she lifted her head and allowed the flaccid shaft of his cock, still glistening wetly from her saliva, to pull from her lips.
"MMmmmmm," she said. "That was nice! Did you like it?"
"Did I!" he exclaimed. "God, I thought I'd never stop cumming!"
She leaned up and offered him her lips. He crushed her to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to taste the pungent essence of his cum remaining there. They kissed long and deeply, savoring the taste of it, their mouths welded in a fire of passion and desire.
Finally, after long moments, she relaxed and pulled her lips away from his. She leaned back to look at him in the semidarkness, a salacious glow of anticipation shining in her eyes, as her face crinkled in a smile.
"Now me!" she said. "I want to cum, too!"
She opened the car door and climbed, nimbly, into the back seat. Peter, without hesitation, slid out on his side, pausing only to take off his jacket and fling it into the vacated front seat. He crawled into the rear of the car, not bothering even to close his fly.
Lana had already removed her panties. She was just dropping the wispily sheer garment over into the front seat when Peter came in beside her. Leaning back into the far corner of the seat, she pulled her dress up over her hips, shamelessly exposing the whole of her pussy to him in the dim light. He saw that she had worn nothing under her skirt but her thin, sheer, now stripped-away panties, and he somehow found that very sexy and provocative. Spreading her legs, slightly, Lana pressed her hips down and out, sliding her sensuously curved asscheeks out to the edge of the car seat. She moaned low and soft in her throat.
"Oh, God ... lover!" she groaned. "I want you to eat me!"
He did.
With a groan of his own, he leaned down, his palms sliding up the inner satiny flesh of her thighs, and spread her milky-white legs ever farther apart. He gasped as the soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt was revealed to him, the cum-wet flesh glistening tantalizingly, and he could feel the slow gyrations of her hips as she moved in anticipation of what was coming to her. He gazed at it, hungrily, for a moment before he dropped his head down between her white tapering thighs, the soft curling hair of her pussy grazing his cheeks as he nuzzled into the warmth of her already heated cunt. Even through the fumes of the gin he had consumed, the faint female odor of her heated pussy assailed his nostrils, and he found it pleasant and provoking. He inhaled the woman perfume of her.
Watching him, Lana thrust her hips up at his face impatiently and mewled, "Lick my cunt, baby, lick me good!"
Tentatively, he moved his hands on up into the angle of her thighs, his thumbs going to either side of her thin, slitted pussy to spread the fleshy lips apart. He felt the heat of her loins and the curling softness of her pussy hairs, as the very core of her being was opened and revealed to him. Then, with a surge of desire, he flicked his tongue out to stab it directly into her hungrily waiting cunthole. It was velvety smooth and warm, the tangy flavor of her pleasant to his tongue. A strange, moving excitement mounted in him, and he felt the blood pumping back into his flaccid cock, causing it to throb painfully. Damn His cock was getting hard again, and so soon!
Lana Moore's hands reached out to his head, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair, and she pulled his face in tight to her hotly demanding cunt.
Now, knowing instinctively what she wanted of him, he began to fuck his tongue in and out of her like a tiny make-believe cock, moving in the wetly clinging hotness of her pussy hole.
Then he swirled his long teasing tongue in looping circles around and around, in the open depths of her cunt passage, which brought a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure from Moore's wife's lips.
Feeling more confident now of his ability to satisfy her, Peter threw himself wholeheartedly into his sensuous probings of her loins. Suddenly he remembered; it was her clit he should be working on to bring her to full arousal. He moved upward, probing with his lips, until he found the tiny pulsing little shaft of her passion bud. He felt the erotic shock of it in her trembling body, and heard her quickly indrawn breath, as his searching tongue made wet contact with the miniature cock.
Her whimpers of agonized pleasure spurred him on, and he took the pulsing clit between his teeth, holding it firmly but gently while he began to run his tongue hotly around it, finally concentrating on the nerve-rich head, where he laved and massaged it wildly with his tongue. He was rewarded by more moans of pure, animalistic pleasure, seeming to come from deep in her chest, as she undulated her hips up into his face, rhythmically counter-pointing his hotly licking tongue against her clit.
As he licked and sucked, he became more and more aware of his own arousal. His cock, long and fully hardened, jerked with involuntary impatience, and it ached and throbbed, even though just a few minutes before he had thought he was drained. He was surprised at his re-arousal so soon. It had not happened to him for years, and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, with the sudden thought that he could, that he would be able to fuck her too! He felt virile, potent, and young again, as though he were sixteen, the juices of his manhood just beginning to flow. God! He felt good!
Suddenly, Peter wanted to do something else to her, something he had heard, somewhere, would make a woman melt into a mass of sensate sexuality, so he began to shift his mouth, downward, pressuring his tongue down throught the clift of her cunt until he found the tiny puckered softness of her ass lips.
His tongue shot out to probe and lick, and he felt her body jerk, as the hot, wet tip flicked, restlessly, at the sensitive flesh of her naked asshole.
Above him, Lana wanted to scream for pure pleasure, but she held it back, subverting it instead into a long, low moan of sensually ecstatic pleasure. Her fingers, entangled in Peter's hair, jerked spasmodically, pulling his head in tighter to her lust-inflamed cunt and ass.
She liked it. No, he decided, she loved it and wanted more. More!? What more could he do? The tremblings of her body, the demanding gyrations of her loins, the raspy panting of her breath all told him that she was ready, hanging on the very brink of a spiraling, mind-blowing cum. She was ready to be fucked, and he was ready to fuck her. He began to pull his hungrily sucking mouth away from her heated pussy when she spoke, asking him for it.
"Oh God, baby, I'm so turned on I I want your cock. I want you to fuck me with it, now!" She reached out to him, her hand searching for his prick. She found it, hard and long, spearing out through his open fly, and her fingers tried to encircle it to pull him closer to her. He heard her sigh of relief, as she took the warm, pulsing length into her hand, followed by her murmured, "Oh, your cock's good and hard and ready!"
"I'm damned ready!" he grunted. "And I'm going to fuck you so you'll know you've been fucked!"
"Get your pants off!" she panted, reaching up to his belt buckle.
Peter brushed her fumbling hand aside, dropped his trousers and shorts to his knees and levered himself up over her, finding in the process that they were cramped for room, there in the back seat of his car. Right then, he could have cared less. He had to get his hard, aching cock into Lana Moore's tight little cunt now He couldn't wait!
As he w-edged his hips down between her scissored-out thighs, Lana's hand was there to capture his heavily throbbing cock. She gripped it with sureness, using the pulsing, lust-inflated head to part the golden, hair-lined lips of her cum-slick cunt; then, she placed the tip of it directly at the mouth of the nakedly quivering little hole.
"Now!" she urged. "Stuff my pussy with all of your big, wonderful cock!"
The goading words were unnecessary. He flexed his hips forward and felt the hot wetness of her cunt begin to encompass, him. He felt her pussy stretch as he fucked into her, the elastic flesh seeming to flower open to him, enveloping only the head at first; then, with an insane desire to fuck up into the farthest depths of her, he plunged forcefully, ramming his cock full length, in one smooth stroke, until his pubic bone smacked into hers and his heavy, cum-filled balls smacked hard up into the crease of her full, softly rounded asscheeks.
Her groan was one of both satisfaction and momentary pain.
"Ooooooh God! You don't mess around, do you?" she groaned up at him, after her initial grimace had passed fleetingly across her face.
"Nol I wanted to make you feel it, but good!" he grated, expanding his cock deep in the recesses of her warm, clasping cunt. He was rewarded by the erotic sensation of her cunt walls contracting around the throbbing length of his buried cock, seeming almost as if her cunt were milking him, with rhythmic, unhurried sensuality.
Then, feeling the need to empty his juice up inside this other man's wife, he began to rock above her, fucking in and out of her tightly gripping cunt with short, smooth strokes at first, then lengthening them gradually, until he moved with sure confidence, plunging deeply into her with a deep feeling of satisfaction as his cockhead flicked past the neck of her cervix with each stroke to blunt itself against the farthest-back wall of her pulsating cunt cavern. Damn! It felt so good to dominate her like this. He felt every inch a man and he was giving her every inch he had!
Beneath him, he felt her responding to him, her loins pushing up against him, in perfect counterpoint to his deeply fucking cock, her wet cunt rising to meet him, almost, it seemed, nibbling its way up the length of his prick, accepting him and giving back even more, at the same time. God damn, he thought, she's fucking back like a hot little mink!
Her whole body was responding to his increased speed and the cruel depth of his stroking into her cunt. She squirmed and writhed beneath him as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers. Instantly, she shot her voracious tongue into his mouth to be sucked, moaning incessantly up into his open mouth, her lovely face contorted with desire, eyes glazed, nostrils flaring, and her breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm.
Suddenly, Lana twisted her mouth aside and gasped, "OOoooh ... that's good, but I've got to cum and I can't yet! I've got to have more! Shove your finger up my ass!"
The idea and her lewdly pleading words careened around inside his skull in reverberating shock waves, and he found it highly erotic and exciting, his cock seeming to expand and get harder. Christ! He didn't know such women as Lana existed. She was a real cocksucker, maybe even a nympho, he decided.
Peter didn't know exactly what to do, but he was sure as hell willing to try. He squirmed his hand down between them, moving it over the smooth satiny flesh of her grinding asscheeks, groping to find the soft, puckered ring of her asshole. He located it and probed at it, experimentally. His finger wouldn't go into the tiny, tightly clenched opening. It needed lubrication, he decided, dipping a finger into the viscous pussy juices that seeped in tiny droplets from the well-filled cunt passage above. He circled the tiny hole, smearing it with her cum, before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her back passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the ,shock of it in her body as he pressed in, slightly, against the elastic tightness of the hot puckered opening.
"Oh God ... Peter! Do it! Go ahead and shove your finger in my ass!" she grunted desperately.
"O.K., baby! You asked for it!" Peter grunted back, a strange sadistic feeling coursing through him. This was it! Her words were a further excitant to his already inflamed passion, and insanely, wantonly, she wanted it. She wanted to be hurt! All right, damn it, he'd do it. He'd hurt her, if that's what she wanted!
He pushed hard! His finger popped hissingly through the resilient ring of outer ass muscle and surged into the spongy softness of her rectum, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed once, with the sudden, painful agony of it, then, in a moment or two, to his surprise, he felt her loins move up against him to voluntarily skewer herself back on his sadistically torturing middle finger. At the same time, she strained to absorb his deeply screwing cock deeper yet into her steaming cunt. She moaned mewlingly now, almost incessantly, as she began the spiraling ascent toward her cunt-shattering cum.
Now he began to fuck into her pussy with in creased speed, as he felt the bulge of his finger in the thin, separating tissues, while she squirmed, writhing wildly and uncontrollably beneath him, slithering her loins up and down the shaft of his cock with mounting, ecstatic fury, her legs scissoring out on either side of him, toes curling and ass hungrily skewering her rear passage against his finger in abject subservience to her unleashed passion and the double ravishment of her loins.
Fucking into her demanding cunt and thrusting his finger in and out of her softly pliant asshole at the same time, like a runaway sex machine, he felt the feral power of his big cock, and he reveled in the sensations produced in him. God! He could feel the new load of cum smoldering back behind the base of his cock, demanding its release as it pressured against his throbbing hardness. He had to cum and soon!
He jerked his finger from her back passage with an accompanying pop; then, using both hands, pressed in hard against her still covered titties, mashing them flat, and he remembered that he'd not even seen her tits or fondled them. Damn! He resented that, and this was only going to be a one-time lay, or was it? His mind toyed with the idea that it didn't have to be that way, because he knew, then, that he would have to fuck her again, in a comfortable bed.
As he doubled her legs back to her chest, exposing the whole of her naked, defenseless pussy to him, making it vulnerable completely to his plundering cock, her body was pushed back farther into the corner of the back seat of his car. Mercilessly, he fucked into her, knowing that she had to be cumming soon too.
"Oh oohh ... oooooohhhhhhh! Fuck me, Peter baby! Fuck me, harder!" she crooned up into his face, her own lovely face insanely contorted with the rapture of her passion.
Peter slaved away above her, driving the heavily throbbing shaft of his cock deeply into the wet sheath of her trembling, ready-to-cum cunt. Suddenly, she was there.
She tossed her head wildly, her long, blonde hair whipping across her face, hopelessly entangled, her body convulsing, spasmodically, as waves of passion released the built-up tension, and she spiraled to the heights of her cum while the earth tilted and stopped as she screamed out her ecstasy.
"Oh ... oohh ... ooooOOOOHHhh! I'm cuuuummmmmmiiinngg! Fuck...! Hard ... I AAAAAaaaaauuuuuugggghh!"
Peter, pounding into her, felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was cumming, even before she screamed it out. Then he felt his own release begin, deep in his belly, behind his great thundering cock, the fiery stream off his scalding juices jetting through him to gush from the top of his cockhead far up into the wetness of her clasping cunt passage.
"God ... oh, God!" he moaned. "What a gorgeously sucking little cunt, it's pumping me dry!"
He collapsed on top of her, pushing her even farther and more uncomfortably into the corner of the seat, his cock still jerking and pumping inside of her luscious white belly.
After long moments, Lana Moore stirred under him and said, "Peter ... lover ... that was just super, but the back seat of a car is just too damned confining."
"There's nothing like a comfortable bed...." he agreed, glancing at his watch in the dim light. The luminous dial told him they had been gone much too long already. "Damn, we've got to get those cigarettes and get back, my wife'll be wondering what happened to us!"
Reaching down, he found his shorts and trousers and began to shrug into them, forcing his still half-hard cock into the confines of the garments.
Lana lolled back, relaxed, unwilling yet to end it. "What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her, but she could be a part of it if Ed gets next to her."
"What are you talking about?" he queried, stepping out of the car to finish straightening his clothing.
She retrieved her panties and put them on, as he reached into the front seat for his jacket.
"I mean the four of us could really swing."
"You mean one of those swapping deals where everybody fucks everybody else?"
"Well, yes, that's the idea," she said, producing a comb from her purse to repair the damage to her hair.
Peter's mind was shocked temporarily, but then he knew that this was the answer. It was the way to have Lana Moore again and again. Perfect!
But, hell, Janet would never go for it! And he was not too certain he would want her to. It was one thing for him to fuck around a bit, but however much he disliked his' own opinion, he didn't like the idea of a stranger fucking his cock into his wife's pussy!
CHAPTER FOUR
As Janet watched her husband walk out the door with Lana Moore, a great knot of fear balled itself in her stomach as she realized she was going to be left alone in the house with Ed Moore while his wife went blithely off with Peter. She didn't like the idea at all, but she would just have to make the best of it, she decided, and headed back to the living room.
Ed was still seated, sipping the cognac he had poured himself. He looked up and smiled at her as she came in and sat down, picking up her half-full glass.
"Where is everybody?" he asked, innocently enough.
"Peter had to go get some cigarettes. I'm afraid I'm responsible. I forgot to get more, this afternoon," she explained.
"And I suppose Lana went with him then?"
"Yes, she did."
"That's Lana!" he said with elaborate sarcasm. "She can't keep her hands off anything that wears pants! Damn it, I told her!"
Janet felt some alarm. Did he mean that Lana would try to make a pass at Peter?
"Do you mean your wife's a sort of flirting type?"
"Worse than that, she's a real cock-eater!" he complained.
A sudden flash of insight into the tension she had sensed between the young couple prompted her to ask, "Is that what you argued about before you arrived?"
"Yes. I told her to take it easy, that people like you and Peter didn't play our kind of games, but I guess she didn't listen."
"Games?" She was mystified.
"It's a long story that started when we were in college. We were a part of it, we were in it and with it, do you follow me?"
"No, I'm lost already." Janet admitted.
"We made the scene with the uniform, you know, beads, long hair, pot, fucking, the whole bit!" he said, then paused, watching her to see whether she understood. She was looking at him intelligently, listening closely to his words, so he went on, "We made the commune scene with free love and all that, swapping mates, whenever we felt like it, but then I decided to rejoin the straight world again and become a part of the establishment! I'd had it and I thought maybe I could do more, working for the things we believed in, by being a part of it again. So, I changed uniforms and went to work, that's why I'm here."
"Why, that's marvelous!" Janet said. "To think you came back into it at all."
"There's only one hitch-Lana!" he growled. "She can't seem to get it into her head, that she can't be flopping over on her back for everybody any time she feels like it, but she's so damned desirable, she's almost always successful in getting any man she sets out to trap!"
"No, you don't mean she's...?" She was unable to put it into words, as that knot balled itself and hit her square in the solar plexus.
"I mean she's out to get your husband even after I told her to lay off, that things like that don't go in the square world."
"But, I don't understand. How could she?" Janet was confused. She couldn't imagine Peter and Lana together in some sort of sex thing. Just this very afternoon, she had tried to interest him in herself. She felt the sting of it, again, as she remembered his offhand rebuff. Actually, a sort of postponement.
"You don't know Lana!" he frowned.
"Aren't you worried about her?"
"No, not really, but you should be!" he told her.
"Well, Peter is pretty stable and...."
"I don't mean you should worry about Peter." He stood to his feet, looked at her meaningfully, and came to sit beside her on the couch. "You should be worrying about me and what I might want to do to get even with them!"
He took the glass from her hand, set it down, then turned to her and took her swiftly into his arms, his lips searching for hers. Janet felt a moment of panic. What in the world was he thinking about? She was certainly not going to allow this brash young man to think she was going to be a pushover just because he was so certain that Lana, his wife, would somehow work her witchery on Peter. Her mind was clear, and she just would not allow anything to happen.
With the facial coolness of an iceberg, she turned her face aside to escape his searching lips and said, "Mr. Moore, you're right, we don't play your silly little games, and if you don't take your hands off me, I'll do something that'll embarrass you and may well lose you your job!" She tried to keep the tremble from her voice as she bluffed him.
Ed Moore reacted by taking his hands from her as though he had touched a hot stove. He stood to his feet and looked down at her, his face working.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Young," he stammered, returning to the chair he had occupied earlier. "I guess somehow I was thinking too much of getting even with Lana and your husband."
Janet was elated. She had won! Her pure bluff had worked, and he had thrown in his cards. Pressing on, now, she added another advantage-producing gambit. "When my husband and your wife get back, the evening will be over!"
"Of course, anything you say." he agreed, feeling absolutely miserable. This was the first woman he had ever known who had put him off his track so thoroughly. Damn! He must really be square now! He had turned tail and run for cover, like a frightened rabbit. What in the hell had happened to him in the two short years since he had become straight again! Had he lost something of himself or was she just not having any? He looked at her again, appraisingly, and saw a curvaceous, blonde-haired woman with huge, soft billowing titties and a cunt that was probably as golden and sweet-smelling as her hair. She had retained all of her youthful beauty. If anything, she was now, probably, more desirable even than before she had gained some maturity, and somehow, he knew that smoldering just below her glacial exterior was a warm, vibrant woman, a woman who could respond, sexually. Damn! If he knew just which button to press, he was sure she could be had, taking her man to bed, when it happened, for some real, uninhibited fucking. Score one goof!
Peter sensed the stalemate of the cold war existing between Janet and young Ed Moore, as soon as he and Lana walked into the house.
"It's getting late, Lana!" Ed said, pointedly. "We're splitting!"
"We are?" she asked, innocently. "Why the evening's just beginning." Then,, she saw his unsmiling face and beyond, over his shoulder, Janet Young stood, coolly confident, triumphant. Ed, she decided, had failed and she had been looking forward to a more or less permanent swap arrangement. Damn! Just when she'd found a man who could really turn her on and satisfy her profoundly. Not, of course, that Ed wasn't great in bed, but she just had to have more than one man. It was her way of life, and she was unwilling to change, yet!
Then, she conceded a strategic retreat. "All right, darling," she said demurely. "If you really want to leave, then we will."
"I'm ready now, Lana!" He turned to Janet and said, "Thank you for the very fine dinner."
"It was my pleasure," she answered, still maintaining her icy reserve.
Peter stood dumbly as they headed for the door. He came to life, then, and said, woodenly, "Well, I'm terribly sorry you can't stay longer."
"So am I," Lana said, "but we'll have to say good night."
Peter watched as the young couple went out to their car and drove off down the street, then he shut the door and started back towards the living room. But the guilt, gnawing at Peter's conscience, made him unable to face Janet. He went into the kitchen and made himself a very strong drink, pouring four fingers of scotch into a tumbler, before he added ice cubes. All he wanted, now was to drown that imp, Guilt, in alcohol. It was not like him, at all, but there were times, he decided, when it was necessary. This was one of those times. He raised the glass to his lips and swallowed a healthy slug of the scotch, wondering how much it would take to put him out.
Janet put him to bed at about one A.M.
She had not chided him, neither had she questioned him, but she watched, apprehensively, as he drank himself into a stupor. She knew intuitively, that something had happened between him and Lana while they were away from the house. What it was, she could only guess.
It was as she struggled to get him into bed that the truth was revealed to her. She had gotten his jacket and trousers off before he flopped back on the bed, mumbling that he only wanted to go to sleep, when she saw it. There was a large smear of pale red lipstick on the fly of his shorts.
God! The little witch had sucked his cock with her mouth! She stared at it, aghast, not knowing what to think. It just couldn't be! Yet, her mark was on him, and she wondered about it. Had she done it on purpose to let the ever faithful wife know that he was no longer the faithful husband? She didn't discount the possibility.
Then, she remembered how her foolish little daydreams about Mike Rucker had gotten her all worked up, aroused to the point where she had tried to seduce her own husband, that afternoon. Now, as she looked down at his helplessly drunken form, his flaccid, useless cock, peeping out through his fly, she felt a hollowness in the knowledge that for her tonight, there would be nothing, absolutely nothing, It was almost as though a sneak thief had stolen something tangible from her.
Tears welled into her eyes as she realized she had won a worthless skirmish with young Ed Moore. Yes! She had bluffed him and he had turned away, not daring to pursue his goal and fuck her like he had wanted. If he had only known. He was closer than he thought. His sudden embrace had caught her by surprise, but it was only through sheer force of will she had denied the teasing sensations in her pussy that his touch had generated in her almost instantly.
She had been so close! Everything she had said and done had been an act, and she had been successful in keeping the younger man at bay. For what? Was it to save the sanctity of her marriage only to have it come crashing down through Peter's indiscretion? No! It was more than that. It was infidelity. Peter had been unfaithful to her, while she had fought to remain faithful, and it wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair, at all!
If she consciously thought of a revenge, she was not aware of it, but the following day, after an almost sleepless night, she insisted that, this year, she and Peter would go away on their vacation to the Bar X dude ranch.
"We need to do more things like that," she told him.
Peter's head pounded with a monstrous hangover. "All right!" he growled. "We'll go! Send in the reservations and be done with it!"
"I know we'll have a good time, darling." she assured him with a secret smile that bothered him somewhat. "It's got everything we want for a vacation. Beautiful, hot weather, swimming pool, stables with horses to ride." And Mike Rucker's cock to fuck with, she added silently to herself. Yes, at the Bar X was everything that they could want for their vacation, plus a little bit more as well!
CHAPTER FIVE
Turning the Bar X into a sort of vacation ranch had been a very profitable business arrangement, Mike Rucker reflected, and it had been his idea. The beauty of the whole thing was it had been so easy, once he had gotten the clientele, and everything was working out just as he'd planned. The hotel thing had started over five years ago and now he had a booming business. It was in the third year that the Halsteads had come to the ranch for a vacation.
The two couples had gotten along quite well together, and the Ruckers had often entertained them in their private suite. For most of the Halsteads' vacation, Mike had kept his hands off of Karen Halstead, his friend Adam's vivacious, redheaded wife. Oh, he had had fucked a few extra cunts during his marriage, and he had been pretty sure that his wife, Nora, had had some discreet balling on the side too. When he had finally fucked Karen, he realized he should have kicked himself for not making it happen sooner.
Mike had fucked Adam's wife that first time in a deserted shack out in the desert, some distance from the ranch. There should have been all hell to pay, but as it turned out, Adam and Nora had beat them to it; they had been meeting clandestinely for most of the vacation when the whole thing surfaced. They had then all sat down together and talked it over rationally, and with a great deal of mature thought. They, all four, had finally come to an agreement.
The Ruckers and the Halsteads really amazed themselves. They would have been the first to admit that their lives had undergone a remarkable change. It could have been described as almost a renaissance. In the privacy of their homes, in their living rooms and the bedrooms, they had rediscovered the joy of living.
Most of the time, the two couples had met at the Bar X, but a few times the Ruckers would leave the ranch and go into Phoenix to the Halsteads' comfortable home on the outskirts. Then there were the weekends spent in Mexico or the Colorado mountains and hotels and motels up and down the whole state.
Yes, it most certainly was the best thing that had happened to them. Mike was sure of that! All their apprehensions, doubts, and guilt about what they were doing had long since been dispelled. Each of them was dedicated to the idea. For them, now, there was really no other way to live. Their tottering marriages had been strengthened, and there were no further thoughts of divorce. Swapping had been their salvation.
Then Mike's brilliant idea had come to him. Why should they always be going to one place or the other? Wouldn't it be better if they sort of centralized? In short, why didn't they do the next best thing to setting up a combined household the Halsteads would move into the Bar X ranch with the Ruckers.
Even the two wives, who had been a little doubtful at first, were now sold on it completely. The move was made. Adam gave up his job in Phoenix and he and his wife moved out to the ranch, lock stock and barrel, into one of the private cabins on the property. Now the two couples were readily available to each other, at any time, and it didn't make too much difference in which of the two apartments they happened to awaken.
This was the way life should be lived. All four of them were firmly convinced of that, and anyone who was foolish enough not to take advantage of it was simply to be pitied.
With a wonderful dinner just finished, complete with candlelight and a good wine, the two couples were now seated in the living room of the Ruckers' quarters in the main ranch house.
As Mike looked across the living room he saw that his wife and Adam were already trying to work something up for later on. Nora sat on the big cOuch, her shoes off, with her feet tucked up under her, the position hiking her short shirt up all the higher to reveal her smoothly tapered legs to advantage. She was tucked in under Adam's big, beefy arm, and she had just whispered something confidential into his ear.
"Damn it!" he chided. "I know you two can't wait tonight, but pay attention to what I'm saying. The meeting isn't finished yet!"
"I thought we'd taken care of all the business part," Nora observed, leaning in closer to Adam Halstead's muscular, athletic body, which put one of her hugely billowing tits within easy reach of his hand, and as Mike watched, he saw Adam's big paw encompass it. If he knew his wife, he thought, there was no bra to encumber her warm, vibrant flesh. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder, her dark hair contrasting with Halstead's almost platinum-blond head.
"Well, this's not exactly business, but it concerns the ranch and us! I want to tell you about an idea I have," Mike explained, looking around to make sure they were all listening.
"All right, Mike, let's have it," Adam rumbled.
Karen, who was sitting beside him on the couch, started to get some ideas of her own as she watched her husband and Mike's wife. She chose that moment to begin massaging the inside of Mike's thigh, her tiny hand moving ever upward between his legs.
"Just hold the action for a couple of minutes, or I won't be able to get it out!" He dropped his hand down to capture the svelte redhead's hand and held it immobile while he talked. "We got a reservation from Peter and Janet Young, as you know. Now, I used to have a special interest in her, and I want to suggest that we give them the full treatment. Okay?"
There was a moment of silence before Karen spoke up. "There's only one thing that bothers me about that sort of thing, Mike."
'What's that?"
"We get some real weirdos, that way," she said, "and I'm a little shook every time it happens."
Nora added her argument. "I'm with Karen on that. Remember that New York couple where the guy brought his own whips and things. It was sick!"
"And how about the stupe that wanted to just suck my toes all night!" Karen said, again.
Adam shifted his big frame before he spoke. He seemed a little uncomfortable. "I'm glad we're on this subject, because I've never told you about this." He stopped, thinking about how to say it, as he weighed his words carefully.
"What is it, Adam?" Karen asked her husband.
"Well," the big man frowned. "You remember the couple that came out here last summer? The tall, thin brunette, with the big tits? I never could get it in her cunt, she let me put my cock every place else but."
Mike remembered her only too well, but she'd only taken his cock between her huge tits, before she'd used her mouth on him; then, there had been an interruption, and everybody was in on it. He couldn't remember all that had happened after that. He thought a moment before saying, "All right, I get the drift, and I agree, but I think you'll like the Youngs. They're definitely not sickles!
Nora asked, "Mike darling, why are you so interested?"
"I'll be perfectly honest with you," he grinned. "She's the only woman I wasn't ever able to fuck!"
"Bragging or complaining?" Adam asked in his deep voice.
"Complaining, damn it!" Mike groused. "I almost had my cock in her cunt and she grabbed it! I shot all over the place!"
"Honest, Mike? You must have been very young," Karen said.
"I was old enough to know better!" Mike said, ruefully.
"In order to keep Mike's batting average intact, I move we take on the Youngs!" Adam Halstead smiled.
"Second?" Mike asked.
"Second!" Karen said. "And move it be passed with a unanimous vote."
"All in favor?"
There was a chorus of ayes.
Mike said, "I'll put them in the main house with us. Meeting's dismissed and don't forget this was all done in proper democratic procedure."
"There's just one item left," Nora interjected. "It's my turn to call the shots for tonight!"
"That's right, what's your choice, darling?" Mike asked his wife.
"Tonight, I want this big hulk all to myself!" she said, turning and raising her lips to Adam Halstead to be kissed.
"All right, so be! Shall we have a couple more drinks first?" Mike asked.
"Yes, and that'll be the limit, just enough for a fine edge!" Nora said, then added, "You and Karen toddle off at a reasonable hour, now, like good little kiddies, okay?"
"Okay," Mike agreed, releasing Karen's hand, which went back to its former deflected goal of inching up his thigh.
Yes! This was most certainly the best arrangement they had ever had. It's just too damned bad, Mike thought, that toe didn't do it earlier, much earlier. He felt his growing response to Adam's wife, but he was already remembering Janet Young, and the soft, wet curls of her trembling pussy.
Karen Halstead's hand on Mike's thigh was insistent; she moved higher, touching him with feather-light fingers, outlining the growing bulge that throbbed there. He had served the first of the two-drink limit his wife had imposed, and he returned to his seat beside Karen.
She looked up at him, smiling and said, "I'm glad, Mike!"
"About what?"
"That Nora just wants to pair off, tonight." She shivered, delicately. "Because I like to have you all to myself some of the time, too."
He glanced across at his wife and Karen's husband on the other couch. Adam's big ham of a hand was up under her dress, and he saw that her legs were splayed out to allow him access to her pussy. Above, his other hand was cupping a softly trembling tit through the material of her dress, his thumb and forefinger teasing a nipple into a hard cone of erectile flesh. Their mouths were welded together, and he knew their tongues were busily engaged, inside, probing and tasting.
"And, it looks like they're getting an early start!" he observed, turning to Karen to take her in his arms, adding, "Maybe we ought to leave early."
Just before his lips found her, she agreed. "Good idea, darling, I'm all hotted up already, too!"
Her tongue squirmed hotly between his teeth to probe and taste the moist warmth of his mouth, then she stiffened it and flicked it in and out several times, rapidly. For a moment or two he allowed it, before capturing her tongue and sucking on it vigorously. She mewled in her throat, and he thrust his own hotly searching tongue deep into her mouth, savoring her, while below his cock throbbed to alert, massively hard erection. Her hand gripped him tightly through the material of his .pants. After several moments of deep kissing, she drew her head back and mumbled, "I don't need that second drink, why don't we go over and fuck right away?"
He started to object. There was still, in the back of his mind, a floating idea that Nora might change her mind about pairing off. He had been rather looking forward to a swinging foursome tonight; then, he glanced again at the couple on the other couch. His wife had slipped off her dress. He had been right. She wasn't wearing a bra; as a matter-of-fact, there had been nothing under it. Her beautiful body was revealed in all its curvaceous nudity. Damn! She was really going after Adam tonight!
Adam's big frame was stretched out on the couch, his head resting on a pillow against the arm, and his steel-blue eyes watched with avidly lewd interest; as Mike's wife lowered the zipper of his fly, the sigh of the metal on metal making a loud sound in the room. Then, as he became aware that his wife and Mike Rucker were watching, he smiled over at them and remarked, "Mike, this wife of yours is a real man-eater tonight, don't you feed her right?"
"Hell, I try!" he laughed, delighted with Adam's joke, allowing one of his hands to drop to Karen's tit, cupping and fondling the warm, vibrant fullness through the material of her dress, discovering that she, too, wasn't wearing a bra.
With an unconscious heightening of his own excitement, he watched as his wife reached inside Adam's fly and brought his thickly pulsing cock out into the room. Mike felt the shock in Karen's body and heard her sharply indrawn breath at the sight of her husband's cock in Mike's wife's hand. Jealousy had long since been scourged from them all, but there was a certain thrill remaining for them, the voyeuristic pleasure of watching other people, especially your own spouse, as they fucked and were fucked by someone else.
Mike and Karen watched in fascination. Swiftly, Nora knelt over the big man, her dark eyes smoldering, shining brunette hair sweeping down across his thighs, her full, white tits dancing below, as she crouched there, both hands fondling and massaging the heavy shaft of Adam's pulsing cock.
Mike's own cock jerked involuntarily in his pants, and he could feel a tear of cum juice ooze out, signifying its readiness to screw. It always made him hot to watch like this. His eyes swept over his wife's naked form appreciatively, noting her smoothly rounded asscheeks, the alabaster thighs that tapered so perfectly into softly rounded knees and the long curve of calves; all of her was so perfectly sculpted in vibrant, exciting, almost translucent flesh, the delicate blue tracery of veins showing through, ever so slightly. God
... he loved her! Tomorrow night, when she was his again, he knew how much he would appreciate her. It was strange, he mused, how a person could see things from a different perspective when you rearranged your values. Yes, he was sure of her love, too. There would never be a reason to doubt it, again.
Now, Nora's full, pouting lips moved down as she milked the loose foreskin of Adam's thickly throbbing cock back to reveal the reddish, smooth and shiny head, kissing it tenderly; then using her teeth, she lightly nipped along its great length, and Mike could hear the humming mewl deep in her throat, along with the rumbling moan of his friend, Adam.
As Nora's lips made contact with Karen's husband's erect cock spearing up out of the fly of his pants, Karen gripped Mike's now jerking cock through his pants and turning, put her mouth close to his ear to whisper, "God, Mike, I'm getting all ready for some really hot and heavy fucking!"
"Do you want to leave, now?" he asked, reaching out to retrieve his glass. He raised it to his lips and drained it, unable to keep his eyes away from the couch across the room.
"Yes!" she said simply.
"All right," he grumbled, reluctantly, "but I was hoping Nora might change her mind."
"Maybe next time we can go the merry-go-round route," Adam's wife suggested.
"Okay, okay," he agreed. "Let's go!" He arose, stepped around the big coffee table and came up behind his wife where she knelt over Adam's loins. He could see the dewdrops of moisture on the tiny, inner petals of her darkly hair-ringed cunt, and he had a mad desire to claw off his clothing, release his own impatient cock and ram it to the hilt in his wife's wetly shining cunt, fucking her in a rampage fury of animal-like rut. God damn, how he'd enjoy doing just that. He reached out for her obscenely waggling hips, his fondling hands moving over her softly curved asscheeks, the feel of them velvet-smooth to his hot hands.
Nora's lips had just ovaled and slipped down over the bulbously pulsating head of Adam's cock, and vicariously, he knew what the other man was feeling, as her tongue swirled inside her mouth, around and around the throbbing head of his cock.
She felt Mike's hands as they moved over her asscheeks, and knew that her husband wanted to change the direction of things for the evening. Desperately, she tried to pull herself down and away from him, moaning her objection around Adam's heavily pulsing cock filling her mouth, but not wanting to stop her lewd sucking.
It was Karen who stepped into the breach. She came up behind Mike, reached around in front of him, grasped his cock, tightly, in her tiny hand, forcing the cloth of his shorts and trousers close around it, and said, "Mike, darling, it's really not very fair to try changing the rules in the middle of the game, is it?" She, too, had read his intentions correctly.
He knew she was right. "Yeah, I'm off base," he admitted. "I was getting carried away, I guess." Leaning over, he kissed his wife on the nape of the neck and felt her little shiver of delight. He said, "Good night, darling we're leaving you kiddies to your own screwing."
She remained in position but lifted her head, releasing Adam's expanding cock long enough to mumble, "Good night, sweetheart. Good night, Karen. I'll fix Adam's breakfast, okay?"
"Okay," Karen said, gaily. She released Mike's cock, walked around him and planted a kiss full on her husband's lips. He looked up at her-with glazed eyes, a hand going out to her, automatically, to move up under her dress, caressingly.
"Good night, Karen," he rumbled.
Mike was still reluctant to leave, that is, he was right up to the time he walked into the Halsteads' cabin a few yards away from the main ranch house, following Karen's sensuously sexy, hip-swaying figure into the dimly lighted hallway.
Suddenly, then, he put his arms around her from the back, not giving her time to turn around, his hands capturing an alluringly soft tit in either hand. He crushed her back into him, the huge bulge of his cock pushing into the small of her back. He held her hard into him.
"Unzip me, Mike," she said.
He released her to search for the zipper, found it and lowered it to her waist. She stepped out of her dress, lowering it over the fullness of her thighs, and he saw that she had nothing on under her dress. She was only wearing her shoes now. Tossing the dress to the hall table, she turned to him, her gray-green eyes smoky with passion.
"If we'd stayed any longer, Mike, I would've fucked you right on the floor!"
She came into his arms, fitting her body close up to him, her hips grinding in tiny circles up against the hardness of his cock inside his pants. He chuckled, remembering.
"Hell, that wouldn't be anything new!"
"But, you'll have to admit, darling, beds are better!"
"Well, yes, they are!" Mike said. "What are we waiting for?"
"Not a thing!" she said, stepping back out of the circle of his arms.
Just before she turned away from him to precede him down the hallway, his eyes swept over her, from head to foot. Christ! She was a beautiful woman, too! Mike felt himself a very lucky man at that moment. He had two lovely, sexy women, both of whom he loved, equally. One was his wife, the other the wife of his best friend. Yes, he was very lucky and very happy, indeed.
He saw, in Adam's wife, a voluptuous woman, who was warmly responsive sexually. The white nudity of her stood there uninhibitedly before him, her huge, whitely billowing tits, high-set on her chest, jutted out proudly in perfect cones, angled upward, naturally, round and full at the base, with a nice taper to tiny, bud-like nipples, darker against the alabaster whiteness of her skin. There were no lines of tanning on her body. Even in the strong summer sunlight, she avoided full exposure to the burning rays, like many redheads who freckle instead of tanning. The satiny curvaceousness of her tit mounds were so large and full that there was a deep cleavage where they almost met.
Mike's hands itched for the feel of the softly pliant flesh of her sensuous tits. He wanted to feel them squeezing through his fingers, but as he reached out for her she dodged away, turning to lead the way to her bedroom, smiling back at him with a meaningful wink.
"I don't want it on the hallway floor either!" she said, walking away, ahead of him, with an elaboration of her natural hip-swaying walk.
He thrilled at the sight of her, as he always did, his big cock jerking painfully against the material of his pants, her smoothly rounded asscheeks enticing him, leading him seductively down the hall. Damn! She had such a sensuous walk! He saw the rounded fullness of her cheeks, bouncing so sexily ahead of him, and he could hardly wait, now, to get his hands on them.
He threw off his jacket, loosened and removed his tie, and as he came into the bedroom behind her, he threw them carelessly across the back of a chair.
Karen turned, tigerishly, came to him and began unbuttoning his shirt, murmuring, "God, let's get you naked!" She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, while he unbuckled his trousers, opened the fly and dropped them to his ankles. Together, they made short work of it, for in seconds, he was standing tall and nude before her.
"Damn, you are in a hurry, aren't you?" he smiled.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "It does something to me when I watch Adam doing it to another woman, especially Nora!"
"Well," he observed, "you know what I wanted to do a few minutes ago, didn't you?"
"Too well!"
She came into his arms, capturing his hardened cock between her thighs and forcing it to lie in the pulsing furrow of her pussy, while she undulated her hips up against him, the solid shaft of his cock contracting the sensitive bud of her clitoris to send delicious shivers of sensation rippling hotly through her body. Then, she leaned her head into his chest, her tongue snaking out to lick first one then the other of his tiny male nipples. Her teeth followed, nipping tantalizingly at them.
His hands, meanwhile, had not been idle. He slid them caressingly down her back, feeling the silky smoothness of her flawless skin, until they arrived at her waist and flowed on down over the swell of her hips to grasp a soft, whitely trembling asscheek in each. His fingers dug into the resiliency of her flesh; it was warm around his lewdly manipulating fingers.
Then, Adam's wife was pushing him, gently but firmly, toward the big bed. Putting one hand flat on his chest, and reaching down to grip his long, hard cock with the other, she forced him back towards the bed. The edge of it struck his knees, and he began to fall backwards, he wrapped his long arms around her to pull her down on top of him. Instantly, her lips found his mouth, and her agile tongue darted inside to slide deep into his throat. His own tongue jousted with hers intertwiningly, while below, Karen shifted her loins up over him to capture his big cock again.
It lay like a thickly pulsing log "up along his abdomen, and she moved on him, forcing his cock into the tingling groove of her red, thickly furred cunt. The underside of his cock, tender and sensitive, made electric contact with her clit, and she slithered up and down it erotically. His prick throbbed and jerked. He had to get it into her pussy. He was so damned hot, now, he could hardly wait. Just as he was on the verge of rolling her over to her back so he could fuck her properly, she broke the long, deep kiss.
"Mike, darling," she murmured, looking down into his face, "I want to fuck you, tonight! I want to stay on top so I can move and be free to do whatever I want!" She was breathlessly excited.
"Hell, fucking is fucking!" he told her. "What difference does it make who's next to the ceiling?"
She leaned up, kneeling over him now, while he wriggled around to lie straight on the bed. Then, reaching under her, Karen took the shaft of his cock in her tiny hand and used the head of it to nuzzle in through the fiery red hair of her hot, wet cunt, placing the bulbous head of his cock directly at the opening. Sure that it was lined up properly, she lowered herself on it with a rush, coming down on him with force, her lush, sensuous body driving her down to skewer her open pussy on his prick as effectively as if he had fucked the huge shaft into her himself.
He felt it go into her cum-wet cunt passage, spreading and stretching the delicate flesh, his cock soaring up into her clasping sheath like an avenging spear, the blood-inflated head driving her tender flesh in tiny rippling wavelets before it.
"OOoooaauggggh!" she moaned, as her pubic bone crashed down against his. She grimaced. "God, I must have misjudged, I think I drove your cock clear through me!"
Mike chuckled. "You asked for it, now it's all yours! Come on, Baby! I want to be fucked, so move it!"
"In a little while, Mike darling. I want to tantalize you and make you beg for it, like you do me, sometimes!"
He brought a free hand down across her asscheeks, smacking her playfully, saying mimickingly, "Oh, God Karen, I want you to fuck me, now!" He flexed his cock, expanding it deep up inside her pussy, and felt the wetness of her cunt walls begin contracting and relaxing, alternately, around his pussy-stretching cock.
"Clown!" she grunted, concentrating on what she was doing.
Karen's tits trembled tantalizingly above him as she knelt with his cock buried deep up in her cunt, and he reached out to cup the smooth fullness of them in his hands, feeling the erect nipples spiking out into his palms. He kneaded and massaged them, allowing his fingers to dig into their softness, the soft flesh pliant in his hands, while below her hotly pulsing cunt passage clasped and unclasped wildly around his throbbing hardness. It felt wonderful, but he had to go on now. He needed and wanted movement. How much longer could he play her little game?
Raising his head up then, he sought her tits with his mouth, kissing one, then the other, before he took the berry-like nipple between his lips, engulfing it and the darker pink of the areola completely. He sucked on it hard, drawing it far up into the hot wetness of his mouth; then, he moved it in and out rapidly, while maintaining the strong suction of his lips. He knew she would like it. It brought a moan of pleasure from her chest. "OOoooooh ... darling, that feels good!"
Mike could wait no longer. God, he had to have some action. She had delayed it too long. Suddenly, he released her sensitive nipple and flopped back on the bed, his hips jerking up at her to drive his cock deeper, up into her wildly clasping cunt channel.
"Come on, Baby!" he growled. "Move that gorgeous ass! I can't wait any longer for it!"
With long, slow movements, Adam's wife began to rock above him, sliding the hungrily gripping channel of her cunt up and down on his cock, skewering herself on it, fucking herself and him with complete lack of any inhibition. She raised herself up, until only the thickly pulsing cockhead remained in the lips of her cunt, then with animal abandon dropped her hips on him to drive his thick length deep up into her wide-stretched pussy. Each time she fucked his prick up into her, her tiny throbbing clit came into contact with his hard pubic bone, generating further searing sensations in her already nerve-tingling loins.
Mike began to match her fucking, pulling his hips back slightly, then rising to meet her every slithering, downward plunge, driving his prick up into her with cruel force. Now, she was mewling above him unceasingly, her eyes glazed with ecstatic passion, her head wagging back and forth as it hung laxly from her neck, her face contorted, prettily, in the agony of her hotly building cum.
Her cunt, pounding up and down his ever expanding cock, felt just as good as it would have if she were on her back and he was fucking it into her, Mike decided. She seemed to know instinctively that he wanted it that way, and he marveled at the wildness she put into it. Then, she began to twist her hips from one side to the other, alternately twisting the shaft of his cock sensuously around in her cunt, and he could feel the head of it brushing past the neck of her cervix, as each of her vigorous strokes drove the excitedly pulsing head deep into her pussy. As he felt his cock's head ramming deep up into her, he knew that his penetration of her was the deepest it could possibly be, the position of her loins above him allowing it even more than the so-called normal position with the man being on top. Christ! He hadn't known he could get it into her that deep!
Now, above him, Karen Halstead, on fire with the ecstasy of her passion, began to move faster, driving his wonderfully hard, thick cock even deeper up into her inflamed cunt, wanting every millimeter now of its solid length and breadth, her smooth, satin-lined cunt encompassing all of him with each bone-shaking stroke. She found that, by inclining her body forward slightly, allowing her nipples to glide tantalizingly up and down his chest, it heightened her sensation even more, and she was able to move her demanding loins even more freely. She also discovered that the caressing movement of her tits on his chest was a further spur to her lover him, as he began to jerk his hips up at her with even more vigor, and she could feel the throbbing expansion of his big cock all along the hungrily devouring walls of her pussy.
"Oh, OOoohhh ... AAaaggh!" she moaned. "OOOooohh ... that feels so good, darling!"
She knew, then, that the giddy, spiraling flight to the edge of her cum was beginning, and she began to pump her softly quivering ass up and down the length of his cock, faster, faster, and at that moment, all there was in the world for her was the need to cum and to end the sweet agony of it.
Karen wasn't bothered by the reversal of roles. She didn't feel she was dominating Mike; rather, it seemed she was giving him more of herself, and, as long as he didn't mind, there was certainly nothing to worry about. Another thing, she considered, there was certainly no danger Of deflating him or injuring his self-image. There was no question of his manliness. He was quite a man! At any rate, she was too absorbed in concentrating on her own rapturous sensations arcing electrically in her quivering belly. It was marvelous to be able to move so freely, to command her own direction and set her own pace. It was sheer pleasure, and she was lost in a morass of nerve-tingling sensation-secure in the knowledge that she was giving her man equal pleasure.
Bare-assed and bareback, Adam Halstead's wife fucked down on her lover as if she were riding an unbroken, bucking horse at a rodeo, the magnificent stud that she rode taking all of his massive cock into her seething, demanding cunt with every pounding jump. She rode him, unbridled and wild, frantically fucking him for all she was worth, her hips writhing and pumping against him, rising and falling with animal energy in great grinding rotations and feeling all of his hardened length and breadth in the farthest recesses of her seething cunt. Her tits hung pendulously beneath her, jiggling provocatively against his chest, and she could feel them swell deliciously with cumming, the nipples spiking out to drag, tauntingly, over his own tinier ones. Below, her belly rubbed against the hairiness of his abdomen, which provoked even more pleasurable sensations in her.
Beneath her, as she drove her pulsating cunt up and down the rigid, thick length of his cock, Mike could only hold himself immobile, allowing her to move on him. She was almost out of control as she fucked him wildly. He couldn't match her beat any longer, so he raised his hips up, offering her all of his length, while she danced above him. Then, clenching his fists, he put them under his ass to raise his cock even higher, to give her full access to every bit of his heavily throbbing length.
On and on she rode the unbridled, bucking horse, the beautiful stud that was Mike, and it was a never ending trail, winding ever upward. Suddenly, then, she was on the precipice of a great chasm, and she urged her mount to it, spurring him mercilessly and recklessly, until they leaped out into open space. It was then she came, the great convulsive spasms surging through her body to bring the welcome release she sought.
Then, as she soared through timelessness, she screamed, "OOOoooooh ... God! It's here! I-I-I'm Cuuuuummmiiingg! AAaaaaoooimuuuggghhhh!"
Now, she floated back to reality, still fucking down on the great shaft of Mike's cock, and she collapsed on top of him. He clasped her body close, his loins still trying to move, driving into her with some desperation. He had not cum yet, and he had to cum! Christ! He just had to!
Karen, relaxed and deep in the euphoria of her own cum, became aware, gradually, of his plight. She hadn't meant for it to be like this. She had thought he was cumming, too. Instantly, she knew she could not abandon him.
"Oh, God, darling, I'm sorry! I just realized you didn't cum with me!" There was a catch in her voice. "Let me make it right."
She rolled from on top of him, squirming her body downward to kneel between his legs. The jerking shaft of his cock lanced upward, glistening with the pussy juices. She could see it throbbing with his great need, and she reached out for it, taking the trembling shaft in her hand, her ovaled lips coming down to warmly and wetly encompass its almost bursting head.
"Oh, Christ, suck it good!" Mike moaned, looking down the length of his torso to where Karen knelt over him, her mouth warm, smooth and exciting on him.
He had been frustrated only momentarily, but now as Karen slipped her mouth down over him, he felt the swirling lick of her tongue and the suction of her sucking mouth, and he knew every thing would be all right again. What a woman, he thought; she knew exactly how to satisfy him on every count. She had been sensitive to his needs and had acted to dispel his temporary disappointment immediately.
Mike thrust his loins upward, deeper into her mouth, with an involuntary jerk of his hips; then reaching down, he, entangled his fingers in her beautiful, red hair, tightly feeling the need to guide and control the rhythm of her head as she began to bob up and down the throbbing shaft of his cock with sure, even strokes, each one seeming to absorb more and more of his solid, pulsating length into her mouth and throat. With his head still raised he watched the in-and-out hollowing of her cheeks and the nibbling and sucking of her lips. Watching her seemed to make the wet sucking sensations on his prick that much more acute and exciting; at the same time, he could feel her agile tongue as it swirled, caressingly, around and around the ridge of his cock. Then, he felt her teeth, as she allowed them to graze him, lightly, moving up and down his cock, which brought even stronger erotic sensations to him.
He could see her sucking him plainly now, as he screwed his hips up into her mouth, and the erotic sight of it caused him to begin reaching higher with each plundering stroke, until she was absorbing all of his length into her mouth and down her throat. Only a little stretch of his throbbing shaft showed, white and glistening above his hairy loins and below her nose on each downward bob of her head. Her nose actually nestled down into the springy curls of his pubic hair, each time her lips came down over him.
With her eyes closed now, she slaved over him lovingly. Her tongue made a nerve-tingling lick on each outstroke, making the head of his cock throb and jerk with increasing excitement, and he could feel the beginnings of his release, far back behind the base of his cock. God! He'd have to cum pretty soon! It was building to such a tremendous power in him that he felt like an untended steam engine with a head of steam just getting ready to blow everything sky high.
Watching with salacious satisfaction, he saw that her lips were being pulled out, clingingly, around the flesh of his prick, only to be stuffed back again, on her downward, cock-absorbing stroke as he buffeted his loins up against her face.
Briefly, Mike Ruckers mind drifted to Janet. He saw her blonde beauty as she had been ten years ago, and wondered how much she had changed. There was one thing, he told himself, that he was going to change-it was her damned smugness, her certainty about the sanctity of marriage. He remembered her hints had been broad enough. She had wanted marriage first, then fucking, in that order. She had made that clear the time he had tried to fuck her on the swimming pool terrace, she had thwarted him by grabbing his cock and making him squirt his load all over her pussy hairs, everywhere, except in her cunt, where it should have been. Damn! He grinned to himself, as he saw her in his mind's eye, the first time he fucked his cock in her mouth. It was really going to be fun to watch her when he pumped his hot cum juice down her throat, and forced her to swallow it all the way down in that proud little belly of hers.
"Come on, Karen, suck it hard!" he grunted. "I'm just about ready to pop now!" His hands on her head were insistent, as they guided her with increasing speed.
Below, Adam's wife slaved over his lustfully throbbing cock, doing his bidding, one of her tiny hands going to his heavy, cum-filled balls, her fingers scratching lightly, over its drawn-up, wrinkled surface; then teasingly, she trailed a taunting finger down to the sensitive, puckered ring of his asshole. The sensation rushed like fire through him, spurring him and hastening his need to cum, and with increased vigor he drove his demanding cock deep into her throat. He moaned in sexual torment. "Oh, Christ! Suck it, baby! Suck it all out!"
Karen's beautiful naked torso crouched over him, her red hair falling down now over his naked loins, the soft, brushing sensation of it feeling sexy. and increasing his pleasure. He watched her tits, dancing hotly below, as her whole body seemed to be absorbed in her erotic task, and he could see the tiny droplets of perspiration that formed on her skin. Of one thing he was sure; Karen really put everything into it, and she always knew how to please and satisfy him.
He could feel the pressure building higher and higher. It wouldn't be long now! His near-to-bursting cock in her mouth felt like it was expanding to even greater dimensions. The acrid, burning sensation in his cock told him he was very near. God!
He felt like his cum would almost literally explode this time!
Convulsively, his loins jerked up harder yet against her face. He heard her muffled moan of protest, but he ignored it. His release was almost there. The building torture within him was almost too much. He had to cum, right now!
Then, suddenly, far back in the root of his cock, he felt everything crumble, and the racing, pumping stream of scalding juices gushed through the length of his prick with convulsive force. He gasped aloud with the ecstatic final release from the tormenting need to cum, and he gave himself over to the delicious enjoyment of it.
His cock began a wild, jerking action, expanding even more, in the confines of her mouth and throat, shooting his cum with jet-like force without warning, deep into his friend Adam's wife's insanely sucking mouth, filling her bloated cheeks with a barrage of his hot, white cum.
Above him, her cheeks swelled around the fucking shaft of his cock, as he rammed his hips up into her face with a final, muscle-tensing plunge. He drove his thickly pulsing cock a final fraction of an inch into her throat, and she was forced to swallow it, for he had pulled her head down hard against his loins, cruelly forcing her mouth to absorb him at the same instant as he thrust up at her face. He heard her throat working to swallow it all gamely; then as it was done, he heard the crooning tone in her voice, as she hummed deep in her throat, with delight.
"Keep sucking!" he gasped. He didn't want it to stop ever!
Karen knew what her girl friend's husband wanted. She kept right on sucking wildly on his pumping cock, as he continued to shoot his scalding cum deep into her mouth.
Finally, with one last, mighty groan, the dregs of his cum were emptied into her mouth, but she went on, continuing to nibble and suck gently, until every last drop of it was swallowed deep down into her belly. Then, she used her tongue to lick his deflating cockhead clean. As it returned to what she knew would be only a temporary flaccid state, she released his limp cock from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh. She sighed with contentment, secure in the knowledge that he was satisfied with her.
Mike emitted a moan of sheer pleasure and relaxed down into the soft bed, his hands going down to caress Adam's wife's beautiful face, reveling in the smooth, unblemished texture of her creamy skin and the regal beauty of her flaming red hair.
After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, she slid sinuously up his body, her lips seeking his to kiss her hard. Her tongue probed into his mouth and he could taste the warm, slightly sticky taste of himself that still remained faintly in her mouth. Finally she broke the kiss and cuddled down alongside him.
"That was really something!" he murmured. "I was so damned hot I almost exploded when I finally did cum!"
"I wanted to make it good for you, Mike, especially after you let me have my way, on top, tonight."
"MMmmmmmmmmnn," he acknowledged. "You want to sleep for a while before we try it, again?"
She snuggled up close to his body, and murmured happily. "I think that would be a wonderful idea!"
CHAPTER SIX
Peter and Janet Young never discussed the evening with Ed and Lana Moore. Janet knew that something had happened between Peter and Lana, and he knew she knew, but neither of them said a word about it.
It hung there, just beneath the surface like a huge millstone around their necks, a real but unacknowledged hazard.
Peter worked furiously, almost penitently, all weekend, fixing and doing all of the chores he had promised he would do for the past three months, as if it would help get rid of some of the guilt that was weighing him down.
Christ! He couldn't help worrying about it, what it had done to him and possibly what it had done to his marriage. Janet couldn't help but know that something had happened between him and Lana. When he thought about it somewhat objectively, they must have looked like a couple of kids caught red-handed raiding the cookie jar. Then, too, Ed Moore must have tried to make it with Janet and failed. That was pretty clear to him in the young man's manner, and in Janet's cool confidence. She had been the strong one! That's what really gave him that extra twinge of conscience. So, he had been vulnerable, somehow, and that little blonde bitch had gotten through to him, turning him into a rutting animal. Damn! He'd always had better control of himself!
But, as he remembered all that had gone on in his car that night, he felt it, again that feeling of desire, the call to strange, sexual adventure. It was like peeking into a door left slightly ajar, only to have it slammed in his face just as he became aware of the splendor of the contents of the room, for it was his own conscience that was closing the door!
Then he was glad he'd told Lana it was only a one-time thing! God! He couldn't become involved with a woman like her! His work would suffer, and he'd worked too hard to get the cases he deserved. Trying to keep up with an insatiable cunt-pot like Lana would take too much time and energy, besides, she was the wife of one of his associates. He could imagine all kinds of entanglements and recriminations if things were to go sour, later. No! He just couldn't afford to get mixed up with them!
Of course, there was a certain intriguing appeal in that swapping idea Lana had mentioned, but he had rejected it. Why? He answered his own question. Swapping would have to involve Janet and he knew damned well she would never have anything to do with it. During the ten years of their marriage, she had made it pretty clear where she stood, and she had maintained her position, steadfastly. Hers was the dogmatic view: Thou Shalt Not. In a way, he conceded to himself, he was that way, too, but for different reasons!
With the help of those grim twins, Guilt and Conscience, he came to the conclusion that his little sin would be just that and nothing more. The Moores' life and that of his wife and himself just couldn't mix and mingle on any level. It had been just a fast fuck in the back seat of his car, and he resolved that it would never happen again! He had already performed the social duties required of his job; there was no reason to see Moore or his wife socially again.
For her part, Janet decided to hold her tongue. It wasn't easy to do. She could have made accusations, chiding Peter for his infidelity; in the process, perhaps, she might have pushed too much, and their marriage could be split forever. She didn't want that! After all, she didn't have any real proof that he had fucked Lana Moore. There was Ed Moore's talk, and the lipstick smear on Peter's shorts made it appear that Lana had used her mouth to suck Peter's cock. The first was only hearsay. It was the second item, that lipstick brand on his shorts, that bothered her! That was harder to explain away as only circumstantial. Somehow, she felt sure that little tramp had done it on purpose! If she only knew for sure!
She seethed inwardly as she struggled with it, not knowing, and said nothing. Peter, she realized, was fighting his own battle with his conscience. It was not like him to drink himself into a stupor as he had last night. She could only interpret it as an escape on his part. Now, today, she watched him out in the yard, mowing the lawn, or working on his antique car as though his life depended on it, and she guessed that it was only another kind of escape. It was as though he couldn't face her, or himself.
But there was one bright spot! Janet had gotten Peter to agree to take their vacation at the Bar X the following month, where they would spend two glorious weeks of holiday. There they could ride, walk, swim, or do nothing, and she would surely get to see Mike Rucker, if only briefly. He would be very busy with all he had to do as the owner and manager of the Bar X, but she just had to see him after all these years. She told herself that it was only natural curiosity. All she wanted was a little glimpse into his life, perhaps to meet his wife, to chat gaily with him about old times, and maybe share a drink. It would all be fun, plain, innocent fun; after all, this was her vacation and she was with her own husband.
But, every time she thought about Mike Rucker, there was that strange little tremor of excitement that keened through her. She was always able to shake it out of her mind. It was disquieting, but then Mike and she had been very close, up until that disastrous night when he had tried to fuck his prick into her tight little pussy. Oh ... why hadn't Mike said something, anything, about marriage that night? She would have jumped at the chance to marry him and as close as she had come to allowing him to reach his goal and shove his big, hard cock in her and plunder her virginity, if he had only said: "Marry me, Janet" she knew now, she would have let him plunge his cock into her pussy, opening her thighs to him and opening her cunt to him freely. Oh, she had been so close, so very close! It took tremendous effort, on her part, to stop the ricocheting images of the memory of that night, as they whirled around inside her brain. She just couldn't allow herself the luxury of some of the thoughts that came to her involving Mike. They were much too impossible!
Peter and Janet's life for the rest of the month was a friendly sort of cold war. Peter came out of his shell, once, to fuck her, perfunctorily, bringing her to a tiny cum that left her somewhat frustrated and unsatisfied. She wished, fervently, that Peter would really screw her absolutely senseless ... just once!
The drive eastward towards the desert and the Bar X ranch a month later was pleasant and relaxing, and by the time they arrived outside of Phoenix, they were both relieved that some of the tension that had been between them the last few weeks was letting up. This trip was going to do more good than she had thought, Janet sighed to herself. It was going to be the best thing that had ever happened to the two of them.
She just hoped that Mike hadn't changed much from the handsome boy she had known in high school, but she knew he had, it had been too many years for nothing to have changed. Certainly, she had changed, as had Peter. She knew what had been wrong with her thinking: somehow in her mind's eye she had been thinking about Mike Rucker as he had been, not as he would be now. Of course, he would be changed, too! He could have gotten fat, lost some hair, perhaps, and he was probably married to some plain Jane. How could she expect to see the same virile young Mike? It really had been a daydream, a schoolgirl's romantic daydream of a past time that could ever be recaptured. Besides, she told herself, he's probably got three or four children by now!
They arrived at the ranch at sunset. It was one of those unreal painted sunsets. Janet took it to mean that it was a good omen and went happily to the ranch house where she got her first disappointment. Mike Rucker wasn't in!
A clerk showed them their room in the main ranch house in the rear wing. It wasn't one of the isolated cabins Janet had hoped for and she objected. Peter, however, was satisfied. "It'll be quiet anyway, unless somebody throws a noisy party next door.".
After finally deciding to stay in the room, Janet unpacked, and they dressed to go down to dinner and cocktails. Peter groused about having to dress for dinner at a dude ranch, telling Janet they were supposed to be on holiday, and not at a formal function.
"Well, we should meet the people we're going to be on holiday with and find some friends," she insisted. "After all, this is our vacation and meeting new people is as much fun as anything, but if you don't really want to go, I suppose I..
"All right, I'll go!"
She didn't see Mike in the dining room. There were a number of people there, and she supposed he was off supervising something. Again, for the hundredth time, she chided herself for thinking so much about him. She told herself, she was thinking like a naive, young girl instead of a mature, married woman. She had to get hold of herself after dinner. Since they were both tired from the long drive to the Bar X, the Youngs both went upstairs to their room.
Peter was just opening the door when two women came down the corridor toward them. The taller woman, dressed in a daring tennis dress, was a brunette. Her shorter, more petite companion, had beautiful flaming red hair. She, too, showed off her legs to good advantage with a short pale blue tennis dress.
The brunette saw them and hurried forward with a friendly smile. "Oh, you must be the Youngs!" she said. "Mike told me if I saw you to apologize to you for sticking you in the main house; there just wasn't anything else; he said that all the cabins had been reserved since last year."
"It's really quite all right," Peter assured her, taken by the striking beauty each of the women displayed.
Janet, deciding that this must be Mike's wife, couldn't believe her eyes as they swept over the woman's voluptuously curvaceous figure.
"Mike?" Janet questioned. "You must be Mrs. Mike Rucker then?"
Nora's eyes appraised Janet's blonde beauty, thinking to herself that Mike's taste in women was, after all, pretty good. "Yes, yes. I'm Mike's wife. My name's Nora, and this is Karen Halstead. Her husband, Adam, helps Mike run the ranch."
Karen smiled her greeting, finding it difficult to believe that this was the woman who had thwarted Mike so thoroughly. He had told her more of the details when she had probed him for them.
"They're off now on some kind of ranch business!" Karen said. "Something to do with the cattle or the range or whatever!"
"I can imagine," Janet sympathized, turning to go into their rooms, then turning back, asked, "Are you in the main house, too?"
"Yes," Nora answered. "Mike and I are right next 'door. Adam and Karen have a cabin right off the main house."
Covertly, Karen had taken a good look at Peter Young, who stood uneasily waiting for the three women to finish their conversation. She decided that he was quite an ordinary man. He was perhaps five feet ten inches tall, with sort of sandy hair, brown eyes, a pleasant face from which brown eyes looked out with a certain measure of confidence, but there was nothing really striking or outstanding about him. Well, Mike had told them what to expect!
"That's nice, maybe we can get together." Janet said.
"Yes, we might be able to arrange it," Nora agreed.
Somehow, Janet felt uncomfortable in the presence of the two women. She wanted to break it off, and she turned again into their door, saying, "It was nice meeting you, good night."
Peter bade them goodnight, also, and came into the room behind his wife, closing the door behind him. He whistled low with appreciation. Startled, Janet asked, "What was that for?"
"Just a delayed reaction, darling! It was for those two!"
She looked at him,, hard, seeing her husband standing there near the door, admitting to her his appreciation for the beauty of Nora Rucker and Karen Halstead.
"Well!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you pass some of that around!?" Then, seductively, she added, "I could use some of it?"
"You mean again, tonight?"
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm land of tired. I had a pretty hard week, and today was harder yet, driving all the way to Phoenix," he excused himself, adding, "The drive out here, that really wore me out today."
Janet knew they were only excuses, but when he was like this, she knew also, there wasn't going to be any fucking around in bed for them tonight. And she couldn't understand it, either. He always seemed to be holding himself back, keeping a tight leash on his cock. Peter was virile, potent, and in good health, but why, oh why was he like that? Denying her, denying himself? Why couldn't he fuck her freely and wildly, like she longed to be fucked? She would have to find a way, somehow, so that he would.
Nora and Karen had said their friendly good nights to the Youngs, and as their door had closed behind Peter, they scuttled into the Ruckers' room like a couple of conspirators.
"Well," Nora giggled. "She's every bit the cunt Mike said she was!"
"Yes, and he's every bit as dull!" Karen complained. "He is ordinary, a business-drudge type, except he doesn't seem to have any extra fat, and he does have all of his hair!"
"We'll have to do the best we can, I guess."
"Do we have to?" Karen was a little exasperated.
"We promised!" Nora reminded her.
"Yeah, I know. I'd sure like to get out of it. After seeing him, I don't know."
"Oh, "you're just spoiled, Karen! Anyway, we don't know what kind of a fucker he is until he screws his cock into our hot little mouths and cunts!"
"Well, if the rest of him is anything like the parts we can see, things'll be pretty dull!"
"Really, Karen Halstead, you're terribly hard to please!"
"I suppose," Karen agreed. "But it seems like a shame to waste an evening being fucked by Mister dull-cock."
"Like I said, we'll just have to do our best to make it work for Mike," Nora reminded her, again, then she changed the subject. "What's on for tonight, it's your choice, isn't it?"
Karen thought for a moment. She was dreamy-eyed. "Oh, tonight, I think I'd like to have that big hulk of mine, all to myself!"
"You know Karen, you're lucky, we both are lucky to have such magnificent husbands. Just think about it, we could have been stuck with a dullard like Peter Young!"
They both giggled happily because they knew just how lucky they really were, and then they were silent as they thought about the evening's activities ahead of them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next evening, the Bar X's bar was crowded with the ranch's guests, all of whom had put in a busy day of activities. It had been a beautiful day, as was nearly always the case in Arizona, and the guests had taken advantage of the sun and the different activities the Bar X had to offer and were now relaxing before dinner.
Mike Rucker had checked on his guests during the cocktail hour, and Janet had thrilled to see him again, hiding her agitation from Peter with elaborate cafe. Mike seemed a little less tall than she had remembered; perhaps he was a little heavier, too, but his hair was still thick and dark, worn a little longer. His eyes were the same, a sort of multi-hued blue, wide-spaced and looking out, levelly.
She made it a point to approach him when he seemed to have a free moment. She had told Peter that he was an old boyfriend, not trying to conceal the fact. Mike gripped Peter's hand with strong fingers, murmuring the amenities, but with Janet, he took both her hands in his, stepping back to admire her. "Janet, you haven't changed at all, you're just as lovely as you ever were!"
She felt properly flattered and flustered, stumbling lamely over her words. "I was thinking the same thing when I saw you."
Peter watched them uneasily. He decided that since she had told him before they had made reservations for their holidays that Mike was an old boyfriend, there must have been something serious between them before he had met and married Janet. It was normal and natural they'd be interested in each other's doings. As he listened to them chat, he dismissed the other disquieting thought that crossed his mind. There just didn't seem to be any reason to think Janet would want to renew an old relationship. It was sheer foolishness for him to think something like that!
Now, Mike was ending their animated conversation, saying, "Listen, Janet, I have to run! There are some details I have to take care of in the kitchen, but I'll see you two during or after dinner tonight. Look for Nora, my wife. I understand you met her last night."
"All right, Mike, we'll try to make it," she said, knowing that her eyes were too bright and that she had been hanging on his every word too obviously. Her excitement over talking with him was out of bounds. Then he was gone, saying his goodbyes and gripping Peter's hand again.
"Well," Peter remarked dryly, "is he the main reason we came to this dude ranch?"
He had hit too close. "No, not really, the fact that he owned the place seemed like a good recommendation, but I'm terribly glad I got to see him again," she lied.
"And, I suppose you'll want to see him again, tonight, in the bar like he suggested?"
"It'd be fun, I think. Besides, I'd get a chance to chat with his wife," she answered.
And so it was that Peter and Janet were in the Bar X Ranch's bar after dinner. Most of the other guests were also in the bar, making it rather difficult to move about in the small room. They made some friends with whom they chatted for a while. As they talked, Peter watched the guests drift by the table and his eyes were caught by one woman in particular. He watched her as she went by the table several times. She was Karen Halstead, the redheaded friend of Mike Rucker's wife.
She smiled at him on her third time by, coming close enough to say, "We're over in the far corner.
Peter couldn't help watching, as she moved away through the room. There was something very intriguing about her; besides, she had a marvelous body and those legs were gorgeous.
Breaking away from the chatty group, Janet and Peter made their way through the crowd of noisy guests to the corner booth where Mike and Nora Rucker sat. There was a big blond man sitting there, with Karen Halstead, who was immediately introduced as her husband, Adam. At Mike's invitation, they crowded into the booth with them. Just as Adam started to reseat himself, he snapped his fingers and frowned.
"Damn it, Mike, I forgot to arrange for the rent-a-car service for that couple from back east, they wanted to take a run around Phoenix in the morning. If you'll excuse me, I've got to make a quick telephone call." He left them to thread his way through the crowded room.
"How do you like that!" Karen complained. "Just when I thought we could relax a little bit, there're more details for him to take care of."
"It'll be all over tomorrow when the weekend guests leave," Mike assured her.
They ordered their drinks and Mike and Janet went on with the conversation they had begun earlier, more or less excluding Peter, Nora, and Karen. Somehow, in the shuffle of reseating themselves, Peter had ended up with Nora on one side of him, Karen on the other. They sat close, as they turned their conversational gambits on him. He joined in the chatter, but gradually, soon after the drinks arrived, he became aware of Nora's thigh moving against his own. He didn't believe it at first, thinking it was an accident. Then, on the other side, Karen dropped a hand covertly to his thigh, lightly feather-touching him with definitely erotic signals. He turned his head to look into her face. She smiled back, impishly, allowing her tongue to flick out to lick her lips. Damn! What were these two trying to do?
"Interested?" she queried, arching an eyebrow.
He swiveled around to look at Nora. She stared back at him in wide-eyed innocence, and her voice was low, intended only for him. "If you are, you just sit here and well arrange to send you a message of something to let you leave without arousing suspicion."
Peter looked at them in disbelief. Both of them couldn't be interested in him! Or could they? There might be other reasons, but he didn't know what they could possibly be. Karen's hand had inched upward between his legs, while now Nora's joined in the erotic signals. He felt the first growing lurch of his cock. Was he interested? Hell, how could he not be! Yet, there was something in the back of his mind, something he hadn't dredged up yet, that told him he should be wary. There was something strange about two women working on him at the same time! What was it?
Karen Halstead, sitting on the outside, picked up her drink, drained it, and slid out of the booth. Nora followed. Mike and Janet looked up, and Nora explained, "You'll excuse us, won't you, one of those necessary things."
"Of course, darling. We'll be right here," Mike murmured, elated that things seemed to be working almost perfectly.
Janet barely noticed their leaving. She plunged right back into her conversation, wanting to find out every little thing that had happened to Mike. For his part, Mike Rucker was glad of her interest in him; that'd make things easier later on.
Sitting there, listening to them, Peter felt like an outsider. Then he felt cynical. Somehow, there seemed to be something of a plot afoot, and he wondered, again, what Nora and Karen really had in mind. Well, he'd talk to them; that'd be better than sitting here like a sort of social outcast, no matter how temporary, but he had no intention of falling into temptation, as he had with Lana. He'd have to resist that animal-like thing in him and keep it on a tight leash,, as he always had, except for his slip when he had fucked that little bitch in the back seat of his car. He tried to push it out of his mind again. Christ! How long was his conscience going to beat him down on that score?
A petite cowboy-costumed cocktail waitress appeared at his elbow. "Mr. Peter Young?"
"Yes?" he acknowledged.
"Telephone call for you, sir. In the lobby."
He rose, slid a bill onto her tray, murmured his thanks, and said in a properly mystified way, "Who could be calling me here?"
Janet glanced up. "The office?"
"I don't know. I'll be right back." He moved off through the crowded room.
Mike watched him go momentarily, knowing he was not going to the lobby to answer the phone. He smiled to himself. Damn! Everything was just going great. It wouldn't take him very long now to get Janet Young in that big king-sized bed upstairs, ready and willing to be fucked.
The large main room of the ranch didn't seem to Peter to be as corwded as the bar. He spotted the two women on one of the couches in the corner of the room and joined them with a direct question. "What are you two up to?"
Nora Rucker countered with another question. "What do you think?" She gave him that same innocent smile.
"Here, we got you a drink." Nora handed him a glass.
"Scotch on the rocks?" he asked her and she nodded. "If what I think is right, it looks like you're trying to pick me up!"
"Whatever made you think that?" Karen queried, playing the innocent game, too.
"Well...." He was flustered now. He swirled the ice around in his glass and took a long drink. He went on, "Maybe I'm off base, then, but I thought...."
"Do you mean because I did this?" Karen asked, a certain lewdness now in her smile, as her hand, beneath the table, went out to his hip, moved around to his thigh, and delved toward his trouser-encased cock.
"Yes," Peter choked, glancing around the room, nervously. Damn, she was brazen about it. It reminded him of Lana and the way she had been so direct. These two women were serious, he decided, even in the face of the kidding tone of their talk! "But I don't understand why."
"Let's just say we like you," Nora smiled.
"Tour husbands?"
"They don't mind," Nora smiled lewdly.
"Because they do the same thing," Karen added. "That business Adam went off to do is probably monkey business with another woman!"
It hit him then. Mike Rucker was alone with his wife, Janet! God damn, he had been a stupid ass! Right then, he would have been willing to bet that Mike had been responsible for the whole thing, luring him away by using these two women as bait, so he could move in on Janet while he was gone! The whole thing clicked into place in his brain, and he could see it, in his mind's eye, almost like a computer printout. The clue had been in Karen's words. But what about Janet? Up until that moment, he would have discounted any possibility of her being interested in an extramarital fuck. She had proved that when young Ed Moore had been sent packing that night he and Lana had had that wild and wanton screw in his car. Christ! Why couldn't he get Lana Moore out of his mind? He groped back to think about his wife again. Yes, she wouldn't have been interested before this, but the way she had been acting around Mike, it would no longer be a sure thing. Somehow she could-be vulnerable, and it could happen.
"So, you're off playing your own little games with me," he said, thoughtfully.
His cock, below, jerked involuntarily as Karen found it, her fingers circling around it tauntingly.
"We play for keeps, though," Nora said. "For the real thing!"
Peter swallowed a healthy slug of his scotch. "And Mike, does he play the same way?" he asked.
"Why?"
"Because right now he's alone with my wife!"
"And you're with us. Isn't that nice?" Karen taunted.
"That makes it two for one!" Nora suggested.
They were trying to strike a bargain! The idea raced through his brain's synapses, leaving him a little breathless. It seemed to him if he understood it right now, that they both wanted him to fuck them, but the stinger was that it was an exchange. Nora and Karen for him, and his wife for Mike Rucker!
"You can't be serious?"
"We're not kidding!" Karen interjected. "All you have to do is do nothing, do you understand?"
"Yes, I think so," Peter grunted.
"Just let Janet decide for herself what she wants to do. It's as simple as that!" Nora told him.
"After all, she's a grown woman," added the redhead, who now gripped his painfully jerking cock through the cloth of his pants.
"Well?" Nora Rucker waited for his answer.
"I don't know ... I...."
"I can hardly wait to see it!" Karen breathed, her excitement mounting.
Nora leaned close to his ear and whispered "Have you ever watched two women sucking each other's pussy?"
"No, no I haven't!" he gasped. "Except in stag movies!"
On the other side, Karen murmured, "Does Janet ever use her mouth on your cock?"
"No," he answered, truthfully, remembering Lana Moore again, and the sensations she had produced in him that night.
The brunette said: "Have you ever had two women at the same time?"
"No!"
"Would you like to?" Nora asked him.
There was no use fighting it. "Let's go!" he said savagely, all of his resolve gone. He was aroused now, to the point where there was no backing out! God! He wanted everything they were offering, and he fully understood the consequences. He had already set it in motion, and there was no stopping it now!
His cock had throbbed and pulsed to almost full erection, under Karen's teasing hand and the excitement of their talk. Now, he had to walk across the lobby and out of there, and in his present condition it was going to be embarrassing if he met anyone. He grasped his glass and downed the rest of his drink.
"There's just one slight problem" he announced.
"What's that?" Nora queried.
"How to get out of here without embarrassment."
Karen looked at him, knowingly. "Do you mean this?" She gave the shaft of his long, thick squeeze.
"Yes, that!"
"Well, I've got it. We'll walk in front of you and carry our purses, so it shields your big hot cock. We wouldn't want you to lose that just yet!"
"All right." He was thankful.
They made it safely to the hallway. When they had rounded the corner and were out of sight of the other guests, Nora stood close to him, tipping her face up to him to be kissed. He swept her up into his arms and welded his mouth to hers. Flicking out his tongue, he probed between her lips and teeth and felt them open to him. Her tongue was waiting for him. They kissed deeply, while below, her loins undulated up against the massive bulge of his hardened cock. Karen had to remind them they were still in the hallway.
"We'll use my cabin!" Karen said.
Peter was beyond caring what rooms they used. All he wanted, right then, was a room with a bed. He couldn't wait any longer for it all to begin Two women, at the same time, were going to be his to fondle and caress, to fuck to his heart's content! He was staggered with the prospect, and at that moment, the caged animal he had kept in such secure confines, locked up inside of him, walked freely from its cage.
Peter walked over to the Halsteads' room behind the two women. He felt confident, virile and potent, and he was ready to fuck.
"Karen," Nora remarked. "I think you were wrong."
The redhead was just floating into Peter's arms. As his lips came down on hers, she mumbled "And I'm glad, I was, too!"
Peter didn't know what they were discussing; he was too absorbed in using his tongue to explore Karen's mouth, tasting her sweetness and jousting with her own lingual member.
While they held the long kiss, her ever busy hand reached out to zip down his fly, her lewdly searching fingers going inside his pants to feel his prick better. She gasped involuntarily against his mouth as feverishly she reached farther, grasped the thick, solidly massive shaft of his cock, and brought it outside, through his fly.
Suddenly she twisted her mouth aside, saying breathlessly, "I've got to see it too!" She stepped back and stared down at the hard, excitedly throbbing rod she held in her tiny hand.
"My God, I wouldn't have believed it!" she murmured in awe; then, "Nora!" She showed it to the brunette, mutely.
Nora was undressing. She was down to her bra and panties already. Looking around, as she reached back to unhook her bra, her eyes flew open in surprise, and she gasped. "Well, how wrong can you be?"
Then Peter knew what they had meant. They must have had some private bet between them concerning his cock's size. He grinned, glad that they admired his hardened prick so openly; then he watched as Nora Rucker's bra came off to reveal the perfection of her full, sensuously curved tits, wide-spaced on her chest, the delicate pink nipples slightly upturned. He could see the areolas beginning to pucker and the nipples elongating and hardening. He wanted to feel their softness in his hands.
As he watched her thin white panties come off, his cock jerked in Karen's hand at the instant he saw the dark, softly hair-covered cunt mound at the triangle of her thighs, the swelling curve of her hips, the svelte nip of waist, and below the curving taper of her thigh to knees, smoothly rounding above the graceful length of long calves. He was aware that while he watched with avid fascination, redheaded Karen was doing things with his clothing. She unbuckled his belt, and his trousers fell to his ankles. Automatically, he stepped out of them as she held them for him. Then she untied his shoes.
Peter knew he should be saying something. He felt absolutely tongue-tied. Nothing would come out. All he could do was stare and make the proper movements to help shed his clothing. Damn! They must think him a complete clod.
"God!" he choked out, finally. "You're beautiful!"
Nora smiled at him, her eyes sweeping over him smokily. "I'm glad you like me."
"Hold On! He hasn't seen me yet!" Karen interjected. She sprang to her feet, an impish smile on her face, and added, "Finish up here, Nora, like a good girl, while I get into something more comfortable!"
"You mean,, like bare skin?" the brunette kidded, coming to where Peter stood rooted. Karen glided to the bed and began to undress. The sway of her hips doing provocative things under her short dress attracted his salaciously staring eyes. Darrrn! There was no reason for him to stand there like a helpless dummy and let the two women undress him. He was impatient, now. He tossed off his jacket and clawed at his tie, while Nora Rucker began unbuttoning his shirt. Then, the nearness of her, and her hugely billowing titties jiggling hotly as she undid his shirt buttons were too much for him. He couldn't wait! He had to feel their soft fullness! Reaching out with both hands, he cupped his palms over her tits to feel their warm, silky-skinned vibrancy, his fingers kneading and massaging the satiny flesh and feeling the fullness of their yielding resiliency. Her erectile nipples hardened to his palms, and he rubbed back and forth across them; then he used his thumbs and forefingers to roll them, gently, to even greater arousal. Just as he started to lean forward, dropping his head toward her huge tits, his mouth ready to kiss and suck, Nora finished her task and stepped back.
"Let's finish getting you naked!" she shivered, going around behind him to pull his shirt off. Peter removed his undershirt himself; only his shorts, shoes, and socks remained. He kicked off the shoes and stripped the socks from his feet.
"Are we all ready for the unveiling?" Karen smiled, coming up on the opposite side of him from Nora. She Was completely nude, now. He had been so absorbed with Nora's tits that he had forgotten to watch Karen as her clothes came off. Damn I His eyes widened as they swept over her, seeing the contrasting beauty of her, so different from Nora's, from her flaming red hair, pixie face, high-set, close-together fullness of her hotly quivering tits, deeply clefted, the flat belly, curvaceous hips, long, smooth, tapered thighs. Then, his eyes zeroed in on the triangular mound of her pussy. Her softly curling cunt hairs were only slightly darker in shade than the regally captivating hair above her smiling face. He was intrigued. Strange, he'd not even stopped to think that she would have red pussy hairs!
Together, the redhead and the brunette stripped his shorts down to his ankles, and he stepped free of them. His heavily throbbing cock lanced out, unfettered, from his loins, long and hard. He watched with satisfaction as each of the women's eyes locked onto it in awe. They stared at it for only a moment, before they both reached for it, their hands cool on his heated flesh as they tried to encompass it. Karen's hand was at the base of it; Nora's on the shaft, below the head that throbbed with entrapped blood.
"Oh God, that's going to taste wonderful!" Nora breathed.
"I'm going to suck it first!" the redhead declared.
Suddenly, Peter's tongue came unglued. It had felt like it was plastered against the roof of his mouth, but now that wildness in him, uncaged and free, left to its own devices, told him what he wanted. His voice was decisive, now. He had been inarticulate for too long as they made the advances, even to the point of undressing him.
"Wait, damn it, both of you!" he grunted. "How about what I want?"
Nora agreed, readily. "He's right, Karen, we're rushing him too much!" She took her hand from his cock and leaned in close to him, her arms going around him. Automatically one of his arms went around each of them, as their soft, warm bodies pressed in against him. Karen still held his heavily throbbing cock in her tiny hand. Nora went on, cooing in his ear. "What would you like to do first?"
"Actually, I don't want to do anything just yet. I want to watch you two lick each other's cunt for a while."
"Would you get a real charge out of that?" Karen asked, her eyes shining with a lewd anticipation.
"I know damned well I will. I've never seen two women tongue-fucking each other's pussy before."
"All right, just for you," the brunette told him.
"Don't make it sound like that, Nora, you know damned well you like it that way!" Karen complained, unlacing herself from them and moving toward the bed, invitingly. Then, she went on, "I'll do it to you first!" i
"But only long enough to get me ready, because I want Peter to fuck me with that big cock of his!" Nora shivered deliciously as she spoke, freeing herself from him and going to the bed where Karen sat waiting.
"All right, honey," Karen agreed, taking the brunette into her arms passionately.
Peter stood watching for a moment, before he too went to sit on the edge of the bed. The two women were kissing deeply, their mouths melded together, and he imagined their tongues inside their mouths as they flicked around, snake-like. After a few moments, by common consent, the two women shifted to lie straight on the bed, lying on their sides facing each other, their lips still welded together. Peter leaned over them to see the two pairs of softly trembling tits mashed in close, mingling in a most intimate way, while below, he saw their cunts, undulating sensuously against each other, and he felt the eroticism of the sight in his involuntarily lurching cock.
Now he saw Karen's hand move down between them, searching in the moist furrow of Nora's pussy, and he could only guess as it went out of his sight between them, that her fingers had found the brunette's hotly pulsing clit. He knew it as he saw the convulsive reaction in Nora's body, her hips gyrating up against the other woman's taunting finger.
He began to use his hand, then, smoothing it over Nora's back, caressingly, and moving down over the curving swell of her hips to cup the round fullness of a smoothly curved asscheek. On impulse, his hand went in between her legs, his finger searching for the opening of her darkly hair-lined cunthole. He found it wet and hot and he pushed into it, feeling the silky smoothness of the passage. Her hips moved back at his hand invitingly. His finger went into her cunt's softly pul sating month, tantalizing the sensitive opening as he moved it in tiny pleasing circles.
Nora's breathing became more shallow and panting. She was really getting hot, he decided, and he didn't know how much longer he could wait himself. God damn! Watching them was really making him hot! But maybe he could wait a few more minutes! Karen had broken their kiss, and her body was slithering downward, until she was crouched between Nora's wide-splayed legs. This was it! This was what he really wanted to see!
The brunette was on her back now, her knees flexed slightly, her thighs spread and her pelvis tipped up to receive her woman lover's mouth. Peter could see the pinkish groove of her cunt, the tiny dewy lips peeping out, while above, the throbbing shaft of her erect clit was clearly visible between the two folds of darker hair-covered flesh. Her loins undulated up to meet Karen's descending mouth.
Erotically, the two unlike mouths met, as Peter watched intently. Karen's face nestling into the angle of Nora's thighs, her tongue snaking out, pinkly, to lick at the sensuously pulsing clit. Nora's gasp of pleasure and the ecstatic expression which crossed her face told him of her nerve-charged reaction to it.
Watching, entranced, not knowing or caring why his watching aroused him so much, Peter reached a hand out to Karen's tits that trembled hotly, as she knelt between Nora's thighs. He cupped the hugely billowing mounds, feeling their airy bounce in his palms. The nipples were distended, and as he rolled each in turn, they grew to full ripeness, the areolas wrinkling and puckering around their base, and he noticed their delicate change of color.
Peter changed his position. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, now, he used one hand as before, to fondle and caress Adam Halstead's wife's tits, while he leaned over Mike Rucker's wife to cup the mounding orb of one of her tits, his mouth following to take the spiky nipple into his mouth, sucking up the areola of it as well. He licked and sucked on it, hard, finally allowing his teeth to scrape it, which elicited a moan of pleasure from the brunette's lips. Then, from below, he heard a liquid sound, and glancingd own to Nora's grinding loins, he saw that Karen's mouth was pressed in tight to her cunt opening. He couldn't see it, but he knew that the redhead's tongue was moving in and out or moving in circles in Nora's pussy.
His cock jerked and expanded. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to get his big cock into Nora Rucker's hot little cunt and start fucking! God! What just watching the two women had done to him! He was aroused almost to the point of desperation.
Leaving Nora's tit, he kneeled up and started to reach for his throbbing cock. Another hand was there first; Nora smiled up at him, her face contorted with passion, as she gripped the hardened shaft.
"Oh God, Peter! I want you to fuck me with this, now!"
Karen heard, raised her head from the other woman's nakedly heated pussy and scrambled to one side, saying, "You'd better fuck her quick! She's almost ready to explode, right now!"
Swiftly Peter moved over her, as Nora released the shaft of her wide-splayed thighs. It was another hand that grasped him now. Karen guided the head of his cock directly into her friend's cunthole, mewling with satisfaction as she watched the lust-inflated head enter her. "Go ahead and shove it in, Peter!" the redhead murmured.
He flexed his hips and fucked it deep into the hot wetness of Mike's wife's pussy, grunting with satisfaction when he felt the tightly gripping walls around his hugely throbbing prick and his cumladen balls swing up tight into the crease of her full asscheeks with a satisfying, resounding smack.
Karen, peering down to see, agreed. "Damn, I wouldn't believe it! God, he's really stretching your cunt."
Capturing Nora's mouth, he plunged his tongue deeply into her throat to be sucked, and she ovaled her lips, as he fucked his tongue in and out, rapidly; at the same time he expanded his big cock buried deeply in her hungrily clasping cunt.
After a moment or two, he pulled his mouth away and said, "I'm going to fuck you absolutely silly!"
For an answer, Nora pulled her asscheeks back and down into the softness of the mattress, and with undulating hips, forced his cock out of her searing passage for several inches; then she drove her seething cunt upward, forcefully, to skewer herself on it. Their pubic bones crashed together with the force of it. That was Peter's cue. She wanted it hard!
He fucked her then with everything he had in him. With long, smooth strokes, he screwed in and out of her, feeling the hot, juicy walls of her cunt expand to take his cock, and he knew that it would not be long before he fucked her to a wild, tit-jerking cum.
Beneath him, the brunette writhed and moaned, her head moving from side to side with wild abandon, while she countered him, matching him stroke for stroke as she fucked back with feral animal power.
Karen's hands were busy again. She caressed his ass first; then, he felt her hand move down and under him to fondle his balls. Damn, he hadn't known what that would do to him! He began to fuck harder and deeper into Nora's pussy, the sensations in him more acute every moment, for now Karen was teasing at his crinkled little asshole with a trailing finger.
She did it only momentarily, but it was enough to drive him wild. Then, her taunting hand was gone. He felt it as it moved down under his deeply fucking cock, her fingers attempting to encircle the thickness of its shaft, adding an extra sensation of tightness around it as he pistoned Nora's cunt with ever increasing force.
Ecstatically, Nora exploded beneath him, her body shuddering with huge convulsive waves of muscular pleasure. Groaning aloud, open-mouthed, her body arched up, lifting her loins upward to him and raising them both off the bed.
Almost at the same instant she began to scream out her release, and somehow Peter had the eerie feeling that other eyes were watching them. It was transitory, only an impression, he thought, dismissing it from his mind. Karen was watching; that's why he felt that way. Never, in his life, had anyone else watched him fuck a woman, and at the very instant of Nora Rucker's mind-blowing cum, he was more aware of. the redhead's presence.
"Ooooooooohhhhh...! I'mmmmm cumming! Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggghhhh!" Nora screamed, her eyes closed in rapture, her nostrils flaring and her breathing controlled.
Peter fucked into her for several more strokes, while wave after wave of her cum shivered through her body, until she was still, relaxed and satiated. He stopped, then, and rolled to his side, pulling from Mike's wife's cunt with a wet little popping sound.
Watching intently, Karen knew by Peter's actions, by the pulsing hardness of his massive cock and the absence of any cock juices, that he had not cum.
"Oh, good, Peter, you didn't cum!" Karen breathed, excitedly, crawling around him to he beside Nora who slid to the side to make more room for her. "Now, you can fuck me with the same hard-on!"
When Nora's cum had begun, he wouldn't have believed it possible; he had felt so near to his own eruption, but stopping short and shifting around, as they had, had delayed him somehow. He knew now that he could perform with Adam Halstead's wife, too! He felt a growing sense of pride and self-confidence well up in him. He could do it! He could fuck both of them, with one hard-on!
Peter moved over her, and Karen cradled him between her legs, reaching down to grasp the shaft of his cock, when he was in position, and guiding the lust-inflated head to the hotly pulsating entrance between her thighs. Swiftly, she parted the soft flaming cunt hairs that ringed her pussy, and placed his cock's head directly in the wetly glistening opening of her cunt.
"Now!" she directed. "Fuck me as hard and deep as you can!"
He saw the look of expectant anticipation on her face. She wanted to experience everything with him that Nora had, he thought, and using every ounce of energy he could muster, he tried to please her. He rammed his cock into her, long and deeply, in one tremendous plunging stroke, feeling the elastic resiliency of her trembling pussy spread and stretch as his cunt-splitting cock fucked into her.
"Oooooooooooaaauuggggghhh!" she groaned. "God! You'll rip a hole in my cunt!"
"I thought you wanted it hard?" Peter grunted.
"I do! Oh, God ... I want all of it!" she gasped.
Not being able to wait any longer, Peter began to pound his lust-hardened cock in and out of her, moving with long, deep, and fast strokes, while beneath him, Karen ground her loins up to him to absorb his length to the fullest. He could feel the bloated head of his prick strike far up against the back wall of her cunt with every bone-jarring stroke.
Nora roused herself from her post-cum euphoria and sat up to watch. Seeing how deeply and hard he was fucking into her redheaded friend, she knew from her own experience what Karen felt. Marvelous was the word, she decided, it was absolutely marvelous!
The brunette moved to position herself behind Peter, so she could see the action better, looking down to see where his thick cock was boring into the tiny cunthole of the other woman, his hardened flesh distending and stretching it cruelly, as he pistoned in and out like a tireless machine. Then, as she watched his flexing asscheeks, observing that he was increasing the speed of his thrusts, she knew that he must be driving for his ejaculation. But Karen might not be ready yet.
The redhead writhing under him was aware, too, that her lover had to cum ... and soon, and she hung there on the high plateau of her arousal, not yet ready to begin the giddy spiral to her exploding release. She moaned, "Fuck me harder, Peter! I ... I can't ... cum ... yet!" She was desperate.
Knowing exactly What Karen needed, Nora decided to help her. She knew that horrible feeling of frustration a woman always feels when she is thwarted and denied her release because her man cums too soon. Without hesitation, she stretched her hand out, sliding it down to where his great cock plundered Karen's pussy, her middle finger extended to gather a few drops of the scalding juices that exuded from Karen's cunt walls.
The redhead felt her finger there and guessed its purpose.
"Yes, oh, yes! That's it, Nora! Shove your finger in my ass!" Karen pleaded. "Shove it in while he fucks my cunt!"
Quickly, without hesitation, Nora reached lower, her finger probing at the puckered, winking ring of her asshole, feeling the sensitive flesh cringe as she touched it. Then, she pushed hard, and her finger slipped it to the first knuckle. It brought a groan of pain to Adam Halstead's wife's mouth, as her hips jerked back to escape it momentarily.
Peter, slaving away above her, didn't know what was happening. He glanced down to where his cock fucked into the woman's hotly clasping cunt and saw what Nora Rucker's hand was doing. He knew then what had caused the redhead's loins to writhe away from him. Nora was shoving her finger into her ass! Damn, he supposed she knew what she was doing. Then, Karen moved her hips forward to screw her backside up on the other woman's finger, and was surprised to see Karen's pixie face contort with increased pleasure.
Then Nora shoved her finger in all the way. Peter felt it bulge up into the thin separating tissues, adding even more to the sensations coursing through his pounding cock. Christ! It felt good and he knew he would have to cum soon! He could feel the searing burn of it beginning for him, back deep in the well of his swelling balls, as well as the swelling expansion of his burgeoning cock, signaling that it would be there very quickly!
Beneath him, Karen writhed and bucked against him, skewering herself on his plundering cock and Nora's probing finger. She could feel it now, as she began a lofty ascent towards her cum. She knew it wouldn't take long. It was almost there!
"Come on ... Peter ... give me all of that wonderful cock!" she ground up at him, moaning up into his face. "Harder! Harderl Oh, God ... fuck me ... hard!"
Desperate now, Peter drove his hardened shaft insanely into her, gratified to see her face reflect the pleasure she felt. Suddenly, then, she convulsed. She was cumming and it was sweeping through her in surging waves of welcome, nerve-tingling release of her built-up sexual tension.
Peter came! His hot white juice shot through the length of his cock to jet from the slitted head, spewingly, far up into the hot wet sheath of her cunt. With one final thrust, he held himself rigid above her while his cock juice pumped hotly through him. Just before he collapsed, he felt Mike Rucker's wife's hand as she slipped her finger out of Karen's now relaxed asshole.
"Damn!" he groaned. "I did it! I fucked you both!"
Rolling to his side, after a few moments, his deflating cock pulling out of Karen's pussy, the two women lay on either side of him, and he decided that this was just the beginning for him! He would never put that animal back in its cage! How he exercised that animal depended so much on tonight, and how Janet reacted to the advances of Mike Rucker. He wasn't even sure yet how he would react to what might happen. All he knew for sure was that the animal inside Peter Young had finally been let loose ... look out world!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Janet didn't notice how long her husband and the two women had been gone. In fact, she hadn't noticed how much time had passed at all. She was happy and she didn't care, so long as she was with Mike. Their third drinks were sitting before them now. Mike had just ordered them over her objections.
"I really shouldn't, Mike."
"Well, our talk, the drinks, they're all part of the relaxing atmosphere of the ranch," he laughed. "You might as well make the most of it!" Mike was his old persuasive self.
Janet sipped sparingly as they went on filling in the past ten years of their lives; of course, she didn't really have much to tell, but Mike carried the ball, telling her of his business ventures, his purchasing of the Bar X and his turning it into a dude ranch, the money he had made. It was all very interesting to her, and she listened avidly, not so much to what he was saying, but because he was saying it to her, alone.
Appearing at their table suddenly, Adam Halstead towered over them. He was agitated, his face working in anger.
"Excuse me, Janet. Mike, can I talk with you privately?" the big man asked. "I think there's something you ought to know about!"
"Of course, Adam! Excuse me, Janet."
Mike rose to his feet, and the two men walked a few feet away, Adam speaking low and confidentially. Janet watched them disinterestedly, thinking that some detail of the ranch work must need the attention of both of them.
They returned in a few moments, Mike obviously upset by whatever Adam had told him. She saw that his face was set in a scowl, his eyes flashing anger. Both men looked hard at her. Did their problem concern her, somehow? Alarmed, she looked up at the two men, who gazed down at her so grimly.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"I think so!" Mike grated. "But I think you'll have to make the decision on it!"
"What? Me, decision?" she stumbled, not knowing what was going on or what was happening.
"You'll have to see it first! Adam just stumbled onto it, accidentally!" Mike told her. "Come with us!"
"All right," she agreed. "Is it Peter? Is there something wrong with Peter?" Her thought that he might be hurt brought glistening tears to her eyes.
"Yes, it's Peter all right, but I don't think there's anything wrong with him!" Adam Halstead rumbled deep in his chest.
Mystified, Janet went with the two men through the main room and outside to one of the cabins, walking with them in silence to the door.
The two men, faces set, refused to answer any more questions.
"You'll see!" Mike said, his voice flat and dull.
They went into the cabin's living room. Mike crossed to a connecting door that led, obviously, to the Halsteads' room, next door. He grasped the door handle to the master bedroom and snarled, "Take a good look in the Halsteads' bedroom I" He opened the door.
Janet Young looked into the room. The foot of the bed was toward her. On the bed was Peter, and he was locked tightly between the long lithe legs of Nora Rucker. Seated on the bed also was Karen Halstead. She was nude, her hand caressing Peter's balls, as his thickly pulsing cock fucked in and put of the brunette woman's cunt. Peter and Nora were stark naked!
Standing there watching the lewd scene, Janet swayed, clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her voluntary sobbing gasp, and turned away, sickened. Peter, her darling husband, was doing the very thing she herself had resisted. It would have been so easy to let Mike have his night with her that night so long ago, and young Ed Moore just recently. Oh, God It would have been so easy to do! Why ... oh why ... had she been so strong when Peter had been so weak! There was no doubt in her mind now about him and Lana Moore ... and how many others had there been before her?
Adam Halstead closed the door softly, and as Janet stumbled toward the door, she found herself enfolded, solidly in Mike Rucker's arms.
"What do you think about that revealing little scene?" he rasped.
Struggling to escape his strong arms, she moaned. "It's horrible, absolutely disgusting!"
"That's true!" he agreed, then added with a snarl, "and that's my wife he's fucking!"
"And it looks like my wife is next, or he's already fucked her!" Adam Halstead added menacingly, coming up behind her.
"Yes, I know," she trembled.
"What do you think we should do about it, Janet?" Mike asked, grinding his half-hard erection into her soft, trembling belly.
She felt it, warm and hard against her, but chose to ignore it, concentrating instead on her answer and a way of getting out of that room. There was that tiny warning that sounded in her mind, telling her she had to get away now, before it was too late!
"I'm not going to do anything, right now!" she sobbed. "Monday, I'll probably see a lawyer."
"All right, that's what you're going to do, but I've got other ideas! It seems to me that husband of yours ought to be taught a lesson!"
"What do you mean?" she asked, trying to free herself from his arms.
"He should learn he can't fuck other people's wives with complete impunity!" Mike said, glowering down at her.
"I don't understand?" There was fear congesting in her.
"It's simple! If he wants to fuck my wife, I should be able to do the same thing!"
"No! That's unthinkable!" Janet gasped. "Maybe, but that's exactly what I'm going to do!" Mike held her tight, his lips clamping down on hers and his tongue snaked into her mouth to search and probe.
Desperately, she struggled against him now! It was unthinkable to do what he suggested ... yet....
Then, she felt Adam's hands as they searched for the zipper of her dress. He found it and opened her dress down the back to her waist. "Don't fight it!" he growled.
Mike's hand slithered into the open back of her dress to feel the warm softness of her, then trailed down to the smooth orbs of her asscheeks to pull her loins in tight to his fast hardening cock.
Suddenly, she remembered again, how it was that night with Mike. She was sure then she had loved him and he had almost had his way and shoved his hugely throbbing cock at her. She had almost let him, but then she had stopped it and he had cum all over her pussy hairs. Now, it was different. They were each married to someone else. But in spite of her righteous thoughts, there was an involuntary tingle of awakening sexuality; it sparked in her, glowing brightly, only waiting to be fanned into a raging furnace. She moaned helplessly, as Mike slipped her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to slide down over the swell of her hips to the floor. She knew what was happening, but she was helpless to stop it. Perhaps she didn't want to stop it! Her mind spun. Peter had broken their marriage vows, but did that give her the right to do the same?
She twisted her head breaking the kiss. "No, it's not right, Mike!"
"The hell it isn't! If it's good for the gander, then the goose ought to get in on the act!" he grunted, reaching out to pull her slip straps down over the smooth, bare flesh of her upper arms, sliding the flimsy garment down to drop on top of her dress on the floor.
It seemed that as her garments dropped away, her defenses dropped correspondingly. After all, she thought, what good had it done for her to be strong, resisting temptation when Peter had already succumbed twice, to her knowledge? There could have been other women; she wouldn't discount that, and there were probably going to be others in the future! But to just go ahead and do it? She shuddered. How could she? And, Adam Halstead, would he want to do the same thing? Two men. She, a married woman, gang banged! Oh, no, she couldn't, she just couldn't. Then a startling thought transfixed her. Peter was with both their wives. He was fucking two women at the same time!
Next, she felt Adam's hands behind her again; he unsnapped her bra. Mike removed it from her, his mouth going instantly to the hugely billowing mounds of her tits as they were released to his avid gaze. Hungrily, he kissed them, taking the tiny buds of her nipples into his mouth to suck greedily, and he couldn't help remembering the time on his terrace when he had been so close. This time, though, he thought, it's going to be different!
Janet didn't want to let it happen, but against her will a moan of arousal escaped her; the hotly rising sensations in her tits streaked through her like summer lightning and grounded itself in her hotly tingling cunt. She writhed from his grasp, desperately.
"Oh, please, Mike, please don't" she begged.
For the moment, she had forgotten about Adam Halstead. As she stepped clear of her slip and dress, on the floor around her ankles, she saw him through another doorway seated on the edge of the big, soft bed in the guest room, and was startled to see that the blond giant was completely nude, his hugely pulsing cock spearing out from his loins menacingly. He sat relaxed, a grin on his face, enjoying the strip-tease. Her face flushed pink with embarrassment, and she stopped to retrieve her clothing, using the garments to shield her own nakedness.
Mike would have none of that. He jerked the dress and slip from her hands and flung them to the top of the dressing table with her bra. Then, he turned her about to face Adam. "Isn't she everything I told you, Adam? Isn't she something?"
Adam's eyes glowed with lewd anticipation. "Nice, real nice!" he agreed. "But let's get her panties off, I'm ready for some of that hot little pussy!"
With one quick motion, Mike rid her of her panties. He whipped them down over her thighs so quickly, she hadn't time to react. Dumbly, she stepped from them to stand in the shame of her nakedness, before the two men. She felt dismal and lost, and she seemed to have lost complete control.
Mike moved her, unresisting, through the doorway to the bed, where he guided her to sit beside Adam Halstead. The big man took her into his powerful arms, holding her tight to him.
"You realize my wife's in there getting her big hot tits fucked off by your husband, too?"
"Yes, I saw her," she shuddered.
"Then you know what's going to happen?" he asked.
"No, please, not both of you" Janet breathed. "I ... I just couldn't let two guys fuck me at the same time!"
Mike, who was rapidly undressing, heard her and grinned. She was changing her mind; she'd take him, but not Adam! Well, that'd change too, Adam and he had worked together too often to think that any woman could escape them! Damn! He was really going to enjoy this-enjoy fucking her hot little cunt pissless!
Adam kissed her, hard, mashing his lips down on hers, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth and throat; then, he pressed her back on the bed until she was lying beside him, his heavily muscled body pressed tightly against her, his heavily jerking cock trapped between their bodies. She could feel the warm length of it pressed into her abdomen, and she knew it was every bit as big as Peter's. She couldn't help noticing his silvery-blond hair, with its natural curl, and that a small lock of it fell down over his forehead, reminding her of a swashbuckling movie star!
Now, Mike stretched out on the opposite side of her. As his warm, muscular body pressed up against her back, she knew he was naked because the hard shaft of his fully erect cock pressed deep into the dimpled smoothness at the base of her spine.
Janet couldn't believe that it was happening to her. Mike's goading her to be unfaithful as a sort of revenge against Peter still twisted its way through her mind. She had rejected it, but now it was not the intellect involved: it was her body she couldn't control. She had reached the point of really wanting to be fucked by the two men, and she didn't want that!
By common consent, all three moved, shifting to the center of the bed to lie lengthwise. Mike recaptured her lips, as she lay on her back sandwiched tightly between the two nude, virile men, their lancing cocks on either side pressing against the curving taper of her thighs. His hands roamed at will over her body, seeking all its wonders, cupping the luscious mounds of her full tits, smoothing across her flat belly and drifting down toward the golden mound at the triangle of her thighs, and it was not as though he were a stranger; after all, she had been with him once before like this. If only, and it was a big 'if,' if he had only said something to make it all right, things might have been different, and she might be Mrs. Mike Rucker.
Again, momentarily, she had forgotten about Adam, who lay on the other side of her. Suddenly, she felt his lips nibble their way wetly across her side and arrive warmly on her sensuously throbbing tits. She started with surprise and Adam withdrew his mouth for a moment. Then Mike was whispering in her ear. "There's nothing to worry about. Adam and I know how to treat a woman right!"
His mouth captured hers again, his tongue resuming its quest of her mouth, voraciously, while Adam's hotly teasing mouth on her tits brought her nipples up hard and spiky, their areolas puckering up prettily as he sucked and licked on them.
That spark of passion ignited by Mike's hands and tongue was being fanned, nurtured to flaming life, by the seeking mouth of Adam Halstead on the voluptuously sensitive mounds of her hugely billowing tits. She was unable to deny the heightening desire that seared her body and flamed in her pussy. Pressing her thighs close together, she tried to suppress it, control it, but it was hopeless.
Mike began to kiss her belly, his mouth moving down and down, until it was just above the soft, golden down of her cunt mound; his hands were reaching down to open her legs, gently but firmly. She knew his intentions. Mike had done it to her before, that time on the swimming pool terrace of his parents' weekend cabin. As a matter-of-fact, she almost expected it; Mike was going to tantalize her, tongue-tease at her naked pussy, licking and sucking there until she was completely subdued.
Replacing Mike's lips on hers, Adam began kissing her, his tongue probing deeply, his hands squeezing and massaging her tits, fingers rolling the hardness of her nipples. Suddenly, she found that she was beginning to pant, and to want more and more! Oh, God, she couldn't help it now!
After a few moments, Adam broke the deep kiss, his hungry mouth moving to her tits again. This time, he took each nipple in turn, sucking hard on it and making it move in and out between his lips while simultaneously maintaining the strong suction. It was a nerve-charging, breathtaking sensation. Involuntarily, she reached down to cup her huge, naked tit up to him, offering it almost as a sacrifice, her other hand going out to caress his cheek. She knew then she could not hold it back any longer; her desire was going to consume her and she could no longer do anything to stop it.
Below, Mike spread her legs, his head following, his mouth and teeth moving on the soft alabaster flesh of her inner thighs. His teeth nibbled gently, and his mouth was like fire on her pussy as his lips followed to kiss her heated flesh, and finally, his probing lips drifted up to the coralline furrow of her cunt, wet from the excited juices exuding from her cunthole. Up and down the narrow slit, his tongue moved, stabbing searchingly, and finally, parting the softness of her pussy hairs and lips of her sensitive cunt. As he made the searing contact, her hips began to undulate, grindingly, in tiny circles, underscoring her mounting desires. Oh God, she was all wet and hot down there. She was responding, wanting, needing their cocks!
While Adam continued his erotic attentions to her tits, Mike shifted his body to kneel between her splayed-out legs. Using his thumbs, one on either side of her sparsely blonde-fringed cunt, he slowly parted the lips of her pussy to expose its wet pink depth. Secretions of viscous juices formed in droplets, tiny trickles beginning to run down the inside of her thigh. His mouth descended, his tongue blazing a passage that soon his hardened cock would follow. Agile and wet, his tongue moved in a tiny circle, just inside her cunthole, which brought a mewl of abject pleasure to her lips, as, at the same time, he felt her thrust her loins up to him, and her head began to thrash from side to side, uncontrollably.
Mike pushed his face down tight into her cunt, his tongue snaking out to fuck deep into the slickly waiting hole, the writhing upward undulations of her hips telling him of its effect on her. God, he thought, what a woman! He knew he could have her now and any time he was ready to fuck her!
Inhaling deeply of the heady, natural perfume of her naked cunt, he lost himself in the feminine taste of her, the pungently sweet flavor inciting his massive cock to hotly pulsing readiness. Deeper and deeper, he thrust his lashing tongue into her. Moans of pleasure were coming from deep in her chest almost incessantly now, and her loins moved in rhythmic counterpoint to his ecstatically sensation-producing tongue in the wet pink depths of her cunt passage.
Without letup, and showing no mercy, he swirled his lewdly fucking tongue into her steaming cunt, pausing to nip occasionally at the tender flanges with his teeth, but it was his thrusting tongue that brought her closer and closed to the point of no return. She had become a blazing inferno of passion, and she could contain it no long er! She had to be screwed! She wanted Mike to fuck her with his cock. And what about Adam too! Both of them! Suddenly, she heaved her hips up off the bed, wildly, mashing her loins hard into Mike's face, and groaned. "Oh! Ooooooohhhh ... yes! yes ... yesss!"
Below, Mike withdrew his taunting tongue and looked up at her over the flat plane of her belly and through the valley of her tits. He smiled a salacious smile of triumph.
"Yes, what, sweetheart?" he asked. "You're a big girl now, you know all the words!"
She stared at him. Yes, she knew the words, but she rarely used them out loud, and seldom had she heard Peter mouth them.
"I want you ... to go on ... and...." she breathed, then stopped, unable to continue...." And do what?" he reminded her.
God, was it something in men's makeup? Did they need to build up their egos by debasing women and insisting on things like using those lewd, four-letter fuck words!
"Make love ... to me...." Janet murmured.
"Listen, baby, I want you to ask to be fucked, and if you don't, we don't!" He glanced at Adam significantly.
The big man rolled away from her; Mike knelt up, and they both looked down at her, waiting.
They meant it! They were going to leave her in her aroused state. She was almost ready. She wanted their pricks, needed them, and they were going to abandon her unless she said it just the way they wanted it! All right, she would beg! She would say the words, much as she hated to do it!
Undulating her hips provocatively, quick tears glistening in her eyes, her voice sounding unreal, she begged them to fuck her.
"Fuck me, Mike, Adam!" she whined. "I want both of you to fuck me! I want your ... cocks ... fucking me ... in my cunt until I cum and cum and cum!"
"That's more like it!" Mike said, gleefully. "Now, you'll get it! You're going to get fucked 'til you won't be able to walk!"
His face disappeared down between her open thighs, again, his tongue this time going directly to her clit, where he licked the tiny pulsing bud maddeningly. Janet felt herself slipping into insane pleasure, as the crashing surf of her sensations built to mammoth tidal waves of desire. Uncontrollably, she moved her hips in tempo with Mike's licking tongue and thrust her tits up into Adam's face, wanting everything, wanting more and more.
She knew it was only a matter of moments until she would explode in orgasmic frenzy! Neither of the two virile men had touched her yet with their deliciously huge cocks. She knew they were ready; both men's hardened pricks were standing out rock-hard and throbbing with desire. She never had wanted anything so much before. God, how she wanted them to fuck her now!
Then Mike began to slither up her body, displacing Adam, who slid away to the side, to watch for a while. Mike kissed her, and the pungent taste of her own heated pussy juices was on his tongue as it probed deep into her throat. She took his tongue fully into her mouth and sucked on it, gently and slowly, at first, then more violently, as her passion rose even higher while below she felt the thickly pulsing shaft of Mike's cock lying up close into her cunthole. In a few moments, he forced her to trade, and he sucked and chewed on her tongue; then, tiring of that, he sucked on her lower lip. It was all so maddening, so tantalizing. Her ecstasy was building to the breaking point, and she began to imagine that she was a huge, impregnable fortress under attack. In just a few moments, now, the walls would be breached, and she would be taken.
Mike broke the tongue-entwined kiss and knelt up to spread her unresisting legs apart, flexing her knees slightly. He w-edged his hips down between them, running his hands caressingly over the smoothly tapering columns; then he reached down to fondle his heavenly throbbing cock. He worked the heavy foreskin back and forth several times over the shiny, blood-inflated red head, a few drops of the thick colorless cock juice spreading over the corona as it oozed from the slit in its top. When he removed his hand, his prick stood spearing out menacingly, its rigid length throbbing with his pumping heartbeat.
He was ready to fuck her now! He watched Janet's undulating loins; her flowered-open cunt beckoned to him, bidding him enter, and he knew that she, too, was more than ready to receive him.
Now he slid both hands under her grinding asscheeks, feeling the warm, soft smoothness of her flesh, the lithe muscles working in his palms, as he spread! her wide; then, he moved his body into position over her, the heavily pulsating head of his hardened cock brushing teasingly at the softly hair-ringed cunt mouth.
"Ooooooh...." she moaned, unable to wait any longer. "Fuck me ... now!"
Janet's obscene request was like a spur to him. He lifted her hips, pulling her toward him forcefully, the bulbous cockhead going into her juicy hot channel, the elastic flesh of her cunt opening stretching to receive him. He stopped short, allowing only the excitedly pulsating head to penetrate her for the time being. He felt her loins undulate up to him, as her now hungrily sucking cunt tried to absorb more of him into her seething, hungry pussy, but he wouldn't allow it yet.
Caressingly, he smoothed and massaged her hips and widespread thighs, and with deliberate care shoved his tumescent cock slowly and with inexorable pressure, deeper and deeper into her cunt passage, feeling the contracting ring of muscles of her pussy walls sucking him deeper and deeper into her, which set off sparks of sensation in his hardened shaft that drove him almost insane.
She moaned incessantly now, beneath him, her face contorted with the depths of her passion, then, with a final flexing of his hips, he drove the last few inches of his huge, cunt-splitting cock deep, deep up into her writhing belly, the head of it flicking past her cervix to lodge solidly against the back wall of her searingly filled cunt.
Holding himself tight into her, he flexed his cock, expanding it inside her, and was gratified to feel her answering contractions, the hungry walls of her cunt moving on him in intimate caress and clasping him in a sheath of wildly flaming flesh that clung to him as tightly as his own skin. Meanwhile, his hands roamed over her, unceasingly, caressing and massaging her quivering thighs, her smooth flat belly, and his thumbs traced down the hollows of her flexing cunt; all the while she ground up at him, undulantly. Finally, Mike felt down between her ass to search in the cleavage of her soft, whitely trembling asscheeks, his hand seeking the tiny, puckered nether hole that nestled there. Moistening a finger in the copious, viscid juices that exuded from her cunt opening, he moved it down to probe into her warm, spongy rear passage. He found it and pressed his moistened middle finger into the flexing opening, slowly and tenderly. Her body jerked once, then her trembling loins screwed down on his finger, absorbing it fully, until the palm of his hand was flat against the satiny flesh of her full-sculpted asscheeks.
"Oh! Oooooooouuuugggh!" she groaned. "That hurts!"
"Only for a moment or two," Mike assured her. "Then it'll feel like something out of this world!"
Janet's mouth worked with the rapture of her passion, and Adam's mouth came down to hers, again, as he curled his big body up alongside them. She could feel everything Mike did to her below, while Adam's mouth and hands were driving her insane with building passion.
Uncontrollably, she moved her tits up against the hard muscles of Mike's chest, and her arms went around him to pull him close to her, as her fingers scratched up and down his strong back.
Within her, every fiber of her being was responding to the two virile men, the fires in her cunt roaring completely out of control. Her sensations consumed her and goaded her to abject submission. God, why didn't they go ahead and do it?
She couldn't stand to wait any longer. She had to have movement. Everything had been delayed so long! It was Mike's big cock she wanted fucking her cunt, surging in and out wantonly. She wanted his hard shaft spearing her with relentless energy. God, how she wanted it going hard and deep into her hungrily throbbing belly!
Mike knew she was ready now to accept his lust-inflated cock into her. He had given her time to adjust to the double presences in her loins. She would now willingly take all the length and breadth of his massive cock. He could rock her, plumb the depths of her cunt, and bring her to the heights of ecstasy. He was ready too; the ache in his throbbing cum-filled balls was becoming almost too much to bear. He had to fuck her, right now!
Slowly then, with long, smooth strokes, holding himself on strong arms above her, he began to screw in and out of her hungrily clasping cunt passage. He didn't ram or grind into her, but kept a steady, stroking motion that did not hit all the way to the bottom. Mike didn't want to rush it or rush her; he was waiting for the response he knew would come shortly, then he would fuck her with everything he had!
Her breath came deeply, her eyes began to glaze as the ever-building sensations in her loins raged, uncontrolled. She wouldn't have believed it could ever be like this, as she accepted his big, stroking cock in her cunt and his plundering finger in her asshole. Gradually, her hips began to move upward to him, her cunt slithering up his heavily throbbing cock, trying to absorb the whole of it deep into her belly, while at the same time, she screwed her trembling backside up against his finger buried deeply in her asshole.
Now! Now was the time! Mike couldn't wait. She was responding already, fucking back countering him; it was for that he had waited. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, he drove his demanding cock powerfully into her, plunging with all his strength, until his balls smacked up tight against his own hand that was still sunk deep in her tiny, rhythmically clenching asshole. He poised there for a moment, enjoying the delightful sensations in his cock and hearing her moans of helplessness up into Adam's mouth. Then he pulled out of her, until only the head of his cock remained in her cunt; at the same time he jerked his finger out of her asshole. With insane power, he began to pound his cock in and out of her. Now, by God, she was going to know she had been fucked!
Adam broke the kiss of deep passion now, and shifted his body on the bed. He straddled her chest, his ass crowding down against the heaving mounds of her tits. The shocks of Mike's bone-jarring fucks came to him through her body, as she heaved her hips up to counter his driving rush into her seething cunt. He reached out to her head, his hand going behind her neck to raise her face up slightly. Janet opened her passion-glazed eyes to look directly at Adam's cock. In spite of her own lust, she tried to turn her head aside.
She fathomed his intentions, but she had never done it. She was repulsed by the very idea. "No!" she moaned.
The big man held her head steady and moved his cock to press against her resisting lips.
"Janet," he said in a low voice, "I want you to suck my cock good! Open your mouth, turn your lips over your teeth, and suck it!"
"God, no!" she squealed, terrified. "I've never...."
"Sucked a cock?" he finished. "No, never!"
"I wouldn't want to force you!"
"You wouldn't?" she gasped with fear, realizing how huge and strong the man was and what one blow of his would do to her. "Oh, God, you really wouldn't?"
"I would!" he asserted.
The shiny, blood-engorged head of his cock brushed against her lips. She kept them tightly closed.
"You'll suck cock whether you like it or not!" he gritted, as the thumb and forefinger of his other hand pinched her nose tightly together so that she could not breathe. Janet struggled helplessly for a few short moments and then groaned helplessly aloud, "Oh God," as her mouth dropped open to suck in the much needed air.
He forced the spongy, tumescent cockhead into the wetly waiting cavern between her lipstick -rimmed lips. The huge, throbbing prick made her gag. She controlled the feeling with effort, and tears came to her eyes from the pain of his grip on her jaw.
"Use your tongue!" he commanded. "Lick it!"
She licked. She had to do it. He was forcing her, but somehow, the pungent flavor was not unfavorable, and it felt so smooth to her tongue, almost velvet-like.
Below, her legs held wide, Mike's cock rammed into her cunt extra hard. Her body jerked with the force of it, her head moving forward, and without warning, her whole mouth was filled to bursting with Adam's hugely throbbing cock. She gagged, momentarily, and he released her jaw.
"Now start sucking!" Adam grated at her, his voice rumbling in her ears.
She closed her eyes and sucked, remembering to protect him from her teeth by pursing her lips over them, and gradually she adjusted to it and to the idea. She couldn't escape it now. He had forced her to do it!
Meanwhile, Mike drubbed wildly into her seething cunt. The wonderful hardness of his cock and the feral power of his plunging strokes almost overwhelmed her with fiery pleasure. He began to fuck faster and faster, his desire-hardened shaft screwing in and out of her cunt wildly, his pelvis grinding down onto hers with every inward stroke, and she could feel the bulbous head of his cock flick her cervix, painfully-a pain that turned to growing pleasure as she was filled beyond reason.
He knew the dam would break for him soon.
His ejaculation would spew from him within moments. There was that aching agony in his balls, the acid burn of it demanding release. Damn! He'd have to cum and soon!
Looking down between them to where their loins strained together, he watched with fascination as the hardened shaft of his cock cleaved her ovaled, hair-fringed cunt, the thick length of it coming out of her, white and glistening with cum juices. He could feel it throb, he could almost see the pulsing, the aliveness in that quick instant, then it was gone, sliding back into the coral pussy depths between her legs, her widespread thighs, buried to the hilt until none of the length of hardened cock could be seen.
Above, straddling her, Adam pressed his massive cock deeper into her mouth. He was no sadist, but the thought that it was too long and thick for her gave him an extra little thrill. The natural pride he felt concerning his endowments led him to bizarre actions at times. The tingling desire in him demanded more of the same, inciting him to thrust his lusty prick even deeper into her mouth, until all of it was inside. He watched as his cock slipped into her mouth, her lipsticked lips creeping up over him, eating him, devouring him completely, until his hair-covered balls were dancing against her.
Janet gagged. She couldn't help it. Desperately, she tried to twist her head aside, to force it from her mouth, but he held her head straight, keeping his cock solidly in her mouth and throat. He felt the swallowing motions she made. It was wild and crazy, as the sensations of it built to ecstatic heights. Then he knew also that he would explode in a spewing cum soon. The load of juice in his balls demanded it. God! He had to have more!
With insane desire, he began to fuck in and out of her mouth, fucking her there as though it were another cunt, matching the tempo that Mike had established below, as he slammed deeply in and out of her greedily milking cunthole.
Suddenly, Janet surrendered to the lewd sensations of the double ravishment. Her whole body was a mass of erotic sensations, sensations she never knew existed. Involuntarily, she reached up to grip Adam about the hips to pull him in closer to her, trying consciously at the same time to relax her throat muscles, so that he could go into her more deeply, more easily.
Her feeling of revulsion at first, when Adam's cock entered her mouth, almost made her choke. She had found it hard to breathe; her jaw was straining to open her mouth wide enough. Then, with the growing excitement in her cunt, as Mike had fucked his thick cock into the blondely furred cunthole between her legs" she found it easier to accept more of Adam's massive prick into her mouth; finally, she had been able to take all of it deep into her throat. It was an unexplainable paradox to her. That which she had reviled, she had come to accept, to like, even. Yes! Perhaps she even loved it and wanted it.
Dimly the thought came to her, and she wondered: Would the two virile men, together, tear her apart as they fucked her in two of her openings at the same time? Two men! Her mind reeled. She was being fucked by two men and she never would have believed it could happen to her.
The spiral began for her. The mounting ecstasy at the very core of her being began to explode volcanically within her buffeted body. She was poised on the very brink of a mind-bending cum, and she knew it would come to her soonl Then, she became aware that Mike was driving himself to the instant when he would cum, spewingly, jetting his cock juices deep into her hungrily milking cunt. He was ramming the cock into her like an out-of-control pile driver, his huge pussy-stretching prick pistoning into her with powerful strokes that seemed to range far up into her quivering belly.
Never had she thought about it until it happened. Adam's cock in her mouth began to spew forth his hot white juice directly into her defenseless mouth. Had she thought about it beforehand, she would have been sick on the instant, repulsed by it, but she didn't have the chance. He came and his cum jetted from him in scalding cascades of viscous life matter, forcing her to swallow, again and again, to clear it from her throat.
Janet was helpless, out of control, as she came at that instant, the rapture of it dimming her vision, muffling her hearing, and time stood still. There was nothing but a wild, skyrocketing sensation, rapturous and ecstatic, and nothing existed except the cock in her cunt and the cock in her mouth!
Oh God! She was cumming! She wanted to scream it out, but she couldn't. Her mouth was stuffed full, and she was still swallowing like a hungering child the last of Adam's scalding-hot cum!
Spasmodically, her cunt heaved up against Mike, squirming and writhing, expectantly waiting for the moment he would explode inside her, while the waves of her own release washed over her in welcome surges of ecstatic rapture. Faster and faster, harder, longer, Mike fucked her, fucking in and out with animal-like energy, until finally, with a loud groan, his cock erupted to hose his hot slick cum deep into the depths of her cunt, to splash with force against the back wall of her hotly clasping pussy. He slammed into her for one final, bone-jarring plunge, holding himself immobile in her, while his cock pumped it out, wildly.
All three came together, within seconds of each other. Mike and Adam clutched her greedily, rubbing and massaging her "with their hands, their great cocks boring into her, until at last they released her. They descended from the heights of cramming and their cocks began to pulse less and less, returning slowly to a flaccid, normal state. Almost with one accord, the two men pulled their deflating cocks from her and rolled away. Mike leaned back, his prick pulling from her with a liquid, popping sound, and Adam lifted his leg high over her as he shifted his position, his cock coming out of her mouth glistening with moisture. They lay down, one on either side of her, pressing their bodies close, hands trailing languidly over the lush contours of her body.
It was Mike who spoke first. "Well, it took ten years to finish it, but it was worth it!"
She turned her head to look into his face. "You could have finished it!" Janet told him. "I could?"
"Yes." Her smile was enigmatic. "I don't get it?"
"I would have married you if you'd asked me!"
"Damn! So that's it?" Mike grunted. "I was a stupid ass!"
Adam cut in. "Before she agrees with you, I want to say just one thing. It was great, Janet, and I hope I didn't hurt you."
"You didn't, really."
"That big hulk is a softie!" Mike observed.
"Except where it counts!" Adam rejoined, adding, "You got a drink Mike? If you have, let's down one before we...." He looked at Mike, who nodded mysteriously.
"Good idea, Adam, that'll get us ready for the rest of the evening!"
Janet asked, "The rest of the evening? What do you mean?"
"The fun's just starting, babe, the best is still to come!"
"And cum and cum and cum!" Adam laughed.
Mike rose from the bed, went to the bar in the living room, and poured. Stretched out on the bed, they sipped their liquor straight. Janet found herself wondering what more could happen to her tonight; then, when she saw a little lurch in Mike's flaccid cock, she reached out to it, excitement rising in her again!
She didn't know how her husband was doing in the next bedroom with Mike Rucker's and Adam Halstead's wives, and at the moment she didn't really care. She had more important things to worry about! Things like breaking in the two wildest studs on this whole dude ranch she and her husband would be staying in for the beautiful coming days!!!
CHAPTER NINE
Peter Young had other things on his mind, too. He was savoring the feeling of fucking two women at once, and thinking ahead to what the rest of the evening might hold.
He was stretched out luxuriously with Nora Rucker on one side, snuggled in close to him; on the other side, Karen Halstead half-reclined, curled up around him, supporting herself on one elbow, as she gazed down into his face.
"I don't get it, you two seem to be almost like a team," Peter observed.
"We are in a way, I suppose," Nora answered.
"Your husbands, too?"
"Yes," Karen answered, simply.
"Then Janet is-"
"Getting the same thing you got!" It was Nora who made the emphasis.
"Damn!" he growled. "Two of them at the same time! It might be too much for her, more than...."
"More than she can handle?" Nora finished. "Yeah, she's ... well ... kind of inexperienced."
"Don't worry, Mike and Adam are good at this sort of thing!" Nora said, her eyes dreamy. "I still don't get it, what's the thing you two have with all this sex, and two for one?" Peter asked.
"Well, we just like to swap around!" Karen laughed.
In a flash, he understood the whole thing. He had only guessed at it before, when it had all started.
"We live almost together so we can fuck around any time we want!" Nora added. "That's cozy!" Peter said.
"It's terrific!" Karen enthused. "And it sure adds to fun!" She trailed her fingers down over his chest, feather-like, to circle each of his tiny male nipples. They hardened, spiking out into little grains of erectile flesh. Damn! He hadn't known a man was sensitive there! The crawling pull of his scrotum as it began to pull his balls up close to his body, and the familiar pulsing lurch of his cock told him it was true. Her fingers were making him hot again. Christ! He had held himself in check for so long, he hadn't thought about doing it a second time! Hell! He could, and he would! He wanted to do everything, every sexy thing he had ever thought about.
Peter reached out and smoothed his hand caressingly over Nora's side, going down to the soft curve of her hip and drifting over the column of her tapering thigh, then it was on the darkly curling hair of her pussy, where he played and rummaged for a moment before slipping a finger search for the bud of her clit. He found it pulsing between the warm, fleshy crease of her cunt to and alive, the tiny shaft hardening into erection.
Grinning his satisfaction, secure in the knowledge that she wanted a second session, he used his finger, gently rubbing along its short length, changing after a moment or two to roll his finger across its tiny head. She gasped aloud. "Oh ... that feels good!"
Slithering her body down alongside him, Karen pressed in close to him, her hand going out to take his rapidly expanding cock by the shaft, her fingers warm and soft on it.
"Yes," she observed, going back to a former subject, "I was so afraid your cock would be just ordinary, and I'm terribly glad I went along with Nora and our husbands!"
Peter couldn't think of anything to say, jokingly or otherwise, so he just murmured, "I'm glad, too."
His other hand went out to her, finding her flame-haired pussy mound and slipping a finger down into her sensitively moving cunt furrow. Her clit was hard and pulsating already. Undulating, she pressed her loins up against his finger, and he held it there, immobile, while she moved sexily against it.
"Oh God," the redhead breathed. "I'm getting all hot again!"
Nora, on the other side, was moving her hips gently, now, wanting more. Reaching lower, he found the moist portal of her waiting cunt, plunged his finger into it and began to move it in tiny, teasing circles, just inside the cunt opening.
Involuntarily, Karen's hand on his cock started to move, slowly, the heavy foreskin retracting to expose the bloated head to her lustful gaze. "God!" she moaned, suddenly. "I've got to suck on your prick for a while!"
She heaved herself up and repositioned herself in a kneeling position beside him. His hand had been forced from her pussy as she scrambled away, but now, when her head came down toward the head of his cock, her shiny red hair falling down to brush his thighs, he saw the magnificently billowing tits hanging free there under her lithe torso. His hand captured the nearest tit, his fingers kneading and caressing them. They felt marvelously smooth and warm, as he dug into it, the resilient flesh pliant in his caressing fingers, and the nipple coned out hard into the palm of his hand.
Then, with one hand on the shaft of his prick, the other going down to his balls, her nails scratching lightly, tantalizingly, over the taut but wrinkled surface, he felt her lips encompass the entire, blood-filled cockhead. Damn! He had to see this! He looked down to see her ovaled lips sheathing him, her tongue inside her mouth running in teasing circles around his cock's head. God! Her mouth was so hot and wet, and it was producing delicious sensations in him. His cock jerked involuntarily, and he felt it expand even more in her mouth.
Nora's breath began to come jerkily, now. She roused herself to see that Karen had Janet's husband's rejuvenated cock in her mouth already, and she felt some disappointment She had wanted to do that herself!
The brunette beauty knelt up, forcing Peter's hand from her moistly warm pussy.
"Karen," she warned. "Remember, not too much, we want him to last for a long time!"
For answer, the redhead shook her head affirmatively, not taking her mouth from his heavily throbbing cock. With practiced expertise Karen began to bob her head in slow rhythm, taking more and more of his length into her mouth and throat, her tongue licking wildly on each outstroke, her lips nibbling along the thickly pulsing prick, almost as though she were eating him on each instroke.
He watched her with fascination until Nora shifted her position again, her thighs spread wide as she straddled his face, her asscheeks waggling up over his head, and her face lying on his hip on the opposite side from Karen.
He looked straight up then, to see Nora's dark, fur-ringed cunt as it descended toward his face. It trembled pinkly there, hot, wet, and inviting.
"Oh God ... Peter," he heard her say stranglingly, "I want you to eat me, suck and lick my cunt!" Peter didn't hesitate. The erotic anticipation that burned through him knew no bounds. God damn, would he do it? He sure as hell would! With a moan that came from him involuntarily, his tongue snaked out of his mouth and plunged straight up into her coral depths to taste and savor the essence of her sweet cunt, the prospect of fucking both beautiful women again bouncing around inside his skull. Christ! Peter Young had never known anything like this, and he was ready for anything now! And he could hardly stand to wait to find out what other little delights these two had to offer.
In the guest room next door, Janet Young was having some seconds thoughts about letting the two men fuck her even as she felt a regeneration of heated passion in her cunt. She had reached out to fondle Mike's cock that was growing to full erection again, but she took her hand away almost immediately.
"Mike, I'd better go now, before ..
"Before what, babe?" he smiled. He knew something was disturbing her.
"Well, before Peter and your wives...." She was still not able to put it into words.
"You mean you're worried that Peter might find you naked with us?" Adam asked.
"Yes, I guess that's what I'm trying to say," she admitted.
"He knows already!" Mike said, matter-of-factly.
"He-He ... kn-knows?" she gasped. He knows! The words ricocheted endlessly, in the deep recesses of her mind.
"Of course, that's part of the deal, remember? He was in there fucking out wives and we were in here doing the same thing to you!" Mike told her.
"I didn't make a deal," she countered, uncertain of where this insane conversation was heading. "You showed me what Peter and Nora and Karen were doing, and you just started in on me!"
"No, that's right, you didn't make a deal, but Peter did!" '
"What do you mean, I...?" She was still confused.
"I mean he agreed to a little trade, Nora and Karen for him-you for me and Adam, isn't that simple?" He was blunt.
"Oh my God!" she trembled.
"So why don't we invite them in here for a little fucking around?" Adam suggested.
Janet was aghast. "No! Oh, please, anything but that!" She knew that she was no better than Peter. She had caved in and let the two men screw her and use her naked body as they liked. No! That wasn't the right word. They had fucked her, like she had never been fucked before, and she had enjoyed almost every minute and every inch, too for that matter. But to have her own husband see her doing it, for him to be a part of it, was just too much to think about. She just couldn't do it!
"Okay, we won't invite them," Mike said. "But maybe they'll decide to come over on their own."
"Can't you lock the door?" she whispered.
"No locked doors among friends!" Mike said with firmness.
Suddenly, she bolted. Sitting upright, she scrambled from between the two men, gained the floor, crossed to the dressing table and grabbed her dress. "Then I'm leaving!" she hissed.
As she struggled to put the garment on, Mike got off the bed, carefully and with great casualness. He sure as hell didn't want her to run out into the yard naked. Under his breath, he whispered to Adam, "Get the mattress on the floor!"
"Listen, babe, you know it's going to happen, so don't fight it. I suppose it'd be all right if you really want the door locked." Mike produced a key from his jacket pocket that was draped over a chair. "See, here's the key!"
All the time he was talking, he walked toward her confidently. When he was in range, he lunged for her and captured her in his strong arms, just as she had the dress pulled into place, covering her nudity.
She was frightened by his action. Pulling back in his encircling arms, she stared at him, wide-eyed and ready to scream. Quickly he covered her lips with his own and pulled her in close to him, his tongue searching her mouth, again erotically, and his hands going inside the back of her dress to knead and caress her back, dropping finally to the round fullness of her softly trembling asscheeks. He was insistent and she responded, against her will. Not realizing what she was doing, after a few moments she began to suck his tongue hungrily, and her cunt ground up against his cock that was standing up alertly between them. God, she thought, it's going to happen again, and I'm helpless to fight against it! She was becoming absolutely wanton!
Adam Halstead, meanwhile, grasped the mattress and hoisted it bodily from the bed. He placed it on the floor and shoved the useless bed frame into the corner.
Seeing that all was in readiness, Mike removed Janet's dress again and led her, unresisting, to the mattress on the floor.
In a daze, she felt herself being lowered to the softness of it, allowing herself to stretch out to full length. Mike didn't let up for a moment, thankful that he had been able to subdue her slight rebellion through sexual arousal. God, it had been close! If she had gotten away from him, it would have ruined all his plans for her.
Expertly, he fondled her sensuously throbbing tits, rolling the nipples to hard erection, his mouth following in a few moments, while his hands roamed at will over her luscious body, arousing her to white-hot heat. Adam joined him. His hands caressed her thighs, her hips, her belly, and finally, he rummaged in her loins, his finger on her clit, bringing her to a wild, heated readiness.
It could have been moments or hours that passed. She didn't know, but the only reality for her was the building passion in her cunt. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she moaned, "Oh, Mike, darling, I'm so ready again, I want you to fuck me deep and hard! Shove your cock in me again, deep in my cunt, and fuck me!"
"Okay, babe, you'll get it good this time, I think!" Mike grunted. He winked at Adam, who rose immediately, went to the connecting door and opened it wide. As he looked in at the nakedly entwined trio in the other room, he saw that everything was going to be all right. Karen's mouth worked steadily on Peter's heavily pulsing cock, and Nora was poised over his face, her gyrating hips telling him of the action he couldn't see. A big grin spread across his face. Yes! The setup was perfect!
Nora saw Karen's husband open the door between the two rooms. It was time. Mike and Adam were ready for the next step. With a shiver of mounting excitement, she nodded her head in affirmation of the thumb-and-forefinger-in-a-circle signal that he gave her.
Kneeling up, she threw one leg over Peter's head, breaking the nerve-tingling contact of his sucking mouth on her pulsating, hotly aroused cunt. Peter was disappointed that she had moved, that she wanted him to stop. Then the thought occurred to him that perhaps she wanted something else.
Mystified, he watched her walk toward a door that stood wid wide open revealing all that was in the other room. Damn! He'd thought that it was a closet door.
He could see people. They seemed to be on the floor ... no...! they were lying on a mattress on the floor, and they were fucking.
Then, as he watched, Nora Rucker walked into the heavily muscled arms of Adam Halstead. The big man drew her tight to him for a moment. Their kiss was passionate and long-held, then they, too, lay down on the mattress. Nora on her back, her thighs splayed to receive Adam Halstead's hardened lance of a cock directly into her wetly waiting pussy. Damn! What was happening? Peter thought that it was he who was going to fuck Mike Rucker's wife again, but now it was Adam Halstead who was fucking his huge cock into the tender cunt flesh he had been licking and sucking only moments ago. Karen Halstead was still down there nibbling and suctioning his own heavily pulsing cock, so that meant that the other couple, whom he could not see quite clearly, was Mike Rucker ... and Janet. Janet! Yes! It was his wife! She lay under Mike, her legs widespread, the-beautiful tapering columns of her thighs pulled back almost to her tits, and he could see the rise and fall of Mike's ass as he screwed in and out of her tight, greedily gripping pussy.
It's one thing to contemplate the possibility of another man's cock fucking in and out of your wife's cunt, but it's a whole new ball game to actually see it. Peter watched them for a moment, his mind reeling. Christ! It was really happening, and she was enjoying it. She actually was fucking back, her tightly clasped little cunt grinding greedily up to him to take as much of his cock into her pussy as she could. It was too much for him to bear. She was his wife!
With a low, strangled growl of animal rage, he reached down to Karen's red hair, grabbed a handful and hauled her head back until her mouth was free of his prick. She looked at him with wide-eyed surprise.
"What's wrong, lover?" Karen asked.
"Janet, my wife, is in the other room!" he choked, getting off the bed and striding purposefully into the next room to stand, arms akimbo, his face working with anger.
"All right, you little bitch!l The party's over!" he rasped, snarling down into his wife's face.
She looked back up at him, terror in her eyes. "Peter!"
"Yes! Peter!" he grunted.
"Peter darling ... I ... I couldn't help it...." Janet wailed.
"That's an excuse?" he flared. "You're no better than these other two bitches!"
"Whoa! Stop right there!" Mike said. He rolled from on top of Peter's wife and looked up at the confused husband.
"Don't stop, Mike darling!" Janet whined, beggingly, her hips continuing to undulate in frustration.
Karen padded into the room, came up behind Peter and reached around him to grasp the thickly throbbing shaft of his rampant cock, her body snuggling up close, warm and vibrant.
Mike went on. "You made a deal, didn't you? You knew what you were doing. You fucked Nora and Karen, and Adam and I made it with Janet! That's an even trade. Now what in the hell's wrong with that?"
"She's my wife!"
"And that's my wife, Nora lying under that big hulk over there, getting fucked for all old Adam can shove into her!" Mike told him. "And that's Adam's wife holding your cock! She'd probably love to have you fuck her again!"
Peter looked around. He saw that it was a three-way swap. These people were really serious in their ideas of trading partners! Damn! How had he and Janet gotten mixed up in all of this? What he really wanted to do, he decided, was to get out of there, take Janet into their own room, and fuck her absolutely silly.
"Well, you can play your little swapping games, but I'm taking Janet out of here!" he announced.
"I imagine from the condition you're in, you'd like to fuck her yourself!" Mike observed.
Writhing there on the mattress, wanting, needing a cock, Janet heard what Mike said and moaned through her tears of frustration, "Oh, yes! Yesssss! I want you to fuck me, Peter darling!"
Groaning aloud, Peter went to his knees on the edge of the mattress, forcing Karen to release her grip on his more-than-ready cock. The freed animal was stalking his wife. He was going to fuck her as he never had before, and he was going to do it right now!
"And me?" Mike interjected, quickly. "Do you want me to fuck you too?"
"Oh, God, yes! I want you both to fuck me!" she said wantonly.
Peter couldn't believe what he had heard, and for the second time she had used an obscenity. Her obvious arousal, and her verbal affirmation of what she wanted were further erotic goads to him. He flung himself over her, ready to fuck his hard, painfully aching cock into her whitely trembling belly.
Mike stopped him with, "Wait, Peter! She wants both of us to fuck her! You heard what she said!"
"Christ! I've got to fuck her now!" Peter flared.
"We'll do it together, at the same time!"
"How in the hell?" Peter queried. His big cock was just coming down to contact the pink furrow of his wife's hotly wet and inflamed cunt
"You in her cunt and me in her backside!" Mike grinned. "Get off her and turn her over!"
It was a mind-boggling idea. Peter looked down at Janet and saw her passion-contorted face, tears of frustration glistening in her eyes, her whole body squirming with desire. He asked, "Is that what you want, Janet?" His voice trembled.
"Oh, God, yes, I want both of you fucking into me at the same time!"
Her need was so great, she would have agreed to anything at that point. The raw, aroused nerves of her whole body were supercharged with the need for cock, and unresisting, she felt them turn her over to her belly and haul her up to a kneeling position, until her softly trembling asscheeks wagged freely in the air above her.
Then, Karen was there, stretched out beside her, her ever-roaming hands caressing and fondling Janet's hotly quivering tits. The redhead crooned to her, "Just relax, honey, and as soon as you get used to it, it'll be out of this world!"
Janet didn't understand. In her dazed, completely aroused state, all she knew was that she needed to be fucked, and both Mike and her own husband were going to do it to her at the same time. She didn't know how, yet. She hadn't questioned it, in the face of her great need.
Kneeling behind her, Mike Rucker reached out and dipped a finger into her cum-slick cunthole to wet it; then, with deliberate care, he circled the puckered brown ring of her asshole.
Janet knew then! He intended to put his huge cock into her there and ... God ... no! He couldn't. It would tear her apart! Then, his finger wormed slowly into the soft rubbery flesh of her trembling asshole. She jerked with the pain of it, moaning, "No ... nooooo! Not that!"
Mike held her tight with one hand, while with the other he thrust his finger into the warm, spongy depths of her rectum, his palm tight into the crevice between her fear-trembling asscheeks. Again, her body spasmed, and she tried to escape his plundering finger.
"Hold still, damn it! I'm just trying to stretch it a little and make it easier for you!" Mike growled.
"Ooooouuuuugggggh!" she groaned. "But it hurts!"
"It'll stretch!"
Mike pulled his finger from her rear passage, then shoved two into her, working them around inside the smooth sponginess of the virgin asshole, stretching it cruelly.
"Oh ... Gooooooooddd!" Janet shuddered, but at the same time she began to relax, the sensations of it beginning to change from pain to pleasure.
Peter watched, unbelieving, as his wife began to screw her hips back, in tiny descending circles, trying to absorb Mike's tantalizing, tormenting fingers deeper into her asshole.
"I'll be damned!" he breathed, as his cock jerked upward involuntarily at the erotic sight. He reached down to grasp his painfully jerking cock to pull the foreskin back over its lust-inflated head. He wouldn't wait! Christ! He had to get it in her and start fucking. Somewhere he had heard that women enjoyed intercourse that way, but to see his own wife being double-fucked was something else.
"She's just about ready!" Mike Rucker announced.
He slipped his fingers out of her asshole and moved forward, still kneeling behind her, until his cock's head made throbbing contact with the trembling, crinkled flesh of her anal opening.
Janet felt it nestle into the sensitive brown ring, his hands on her asscheeks, spreading her wide for his entry. She gritted her teeth in anticipation of the pain, but she was ready, she thought, to endure it. She had to do it! It was Peter she wanted! But she wanted Mike too!
Her insanely aroused body wanted everything!
Flexing his hips, Mike commenced to push the heavily throbbing head of his cock into the tight little ring of her back passage. The head was almost in before she screamed.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhh!"
Karen was there. Quickly, she took Janet's face between both hands and kissed her, smothering the sound of her agony with the sweetness of her mouth. Searchingly, the redhead's tongue probed into her mouth, until the spasm was over. Janet had never received such an erotic kiss before, and she accepted it with gratitude. Then, as the horrible pain in her backside began to diminish, her fearfully trembling asshole beginning to adjust, she opened her eyes to see that it was Karen who was kissing her so passionately. God. And she had responded, not knowing. Yet she had liked it; more than that, she had loved it!
Inexorably, Mike pushed into her smooth, stretching ass, feeling the tightness of it locked desperately on his pulsing cock, the effort he was exerting bringing tiny beads of sweat to his brow. Then suddenly, his pubic hair was pressed tightly against the trembling whiteness of her asscheeks. He had gone in to the full length of his huge cock. "God! That's tight!" he grunted.
He stopped then, allowing her time to adjust. While he waited, he leaned forward, his hands kneading and digging into her ecstatically pulsing tits. He saw that Karen was kissing Janet with fervor, and he grinned his satisfaction as he saw that she, too, was to be involved. Then he glanced over at his wife, Nora, who lay under Adam Halstead, her knees pulled back to her chest, mashing the full mounds of her tits as she took the big man's cock deeply up into her voraciously working cunt. Yes! Mike was truly pleased! Everything was going perfectly, just as he had planned!
"God damn it, Mike! I can't wait any longer!" Peter complained. "I want to fuck my wife!"
"Okay! She's ready!" Mike said. He had felt the tiny, undulating movements of her hips that told him of her readiness.
Grasping Peter's wife tightly around the waist, Mike rolled to his side with her, keeping her held tight into him; then he went on over to his back, until Janet lay on top of him, with his big cock buried deep up in her asshole.
Peter scrambled into position, wedging his hips up between the angle of his wife's wide thighs, seeing the cruel impalement of her tiny, wide-stretched asshole, but not caring, not even thinking now. All he wanted to do was shove his cock into her and fuck her with his new found animalism. He was absolutely wild with desire and passion.
"Ooooooohhh Peter, darling!" Janet moaned as he plunged his aching cock straight into her wetly seething cunt.
"Uuugh!" Peter gasped.
He had fucked into her to the full length of his enormous cock, his pubic bone cracking loudly into hers, and he could feel the huge bulge in the thin separating tissues caused by Mike's equally huge prick.
"Now, you're going to get fucked properly!" Peter promised.
Savagely, Peter pounded into his wife's receptive cunt, fucking in and out of her like a jackhammer, while beneath her, Mike moved in perfect counterpoint, his cock going smoothly up into her ass, where he felt the tiny flutterings of her involuntary muscle spasms.
Janet was buffeted between the two virile men, her husband above, Mike Rucker below, and she experienced sensations she never knew existed. She hung in a limbo of semi-consciousness, knowing only that she didn't want it to stop, ever.
Karen watched for a few moments, her own desires mounting higher and higher. She had to be a part of it! Having watched all that Janet Young had accepted, up to this point, the redheaded beauty was sure that the woman, sandwiched between the two men, would not object to one more erotic practice.
Carefully, she knee-walked around into position, straddling her legs wide over both Mike's and Janet's heads. Looking down between her thighs as she lowered her pulsating cunt to Janet's face, she cooed, "Janet darling, I want you to lick and suck my cunt, too!"
She had never done it. Janet's mind reeled. Here was one more thing she had to learn. God, oh God, could she do it? First Mike and Adam, then Peter and Mike, now Karen wanted her to suck her pussy!
The redheaded wife of Adam Halstead didn't wait for an answer. She lowered her hotly pulsating cunt until it was in contact with Janet's face. There was no escape. Janet shuddered, even as she extended her tongue experimentally to touch the intimate female flesh above her. It was tangy, warm and soft. Then, as Peter, fucking into her heated cunt above, began to stroke faster, harder, and deeper, she knew that he would be coming soon. Then she felt her own soaring flight begin, and her whole world was sex, a world where there were only cocks and cunts.
Almost unconsciously, her tongue bored up into Karen's waiting cunthole, and she moved it in and out and in tiny flicking circles. Then she remembered. Karen would probably prefer to have her clit licked. She shifted her tongue, found the tiny throbbing shaft, and began licking at it wildly.
Peter was going to cum. It began searingly, deep in his belly, hosing in a powerful stream through his cock to begin pumping in spurts of hot juice through his cockhead to splash deep up into his wife's greedily milking pussy.
At that instant, also, Janet convulsed spasmodically between the two men. She came in brilliant colors, psychedelic forms spinning before her eyes, as welcome release overcame her. Her body sagged. She was near unconsciousness from the terrific power of her all-consuming rapture. She screamed with it, wanting it to come, yet wanting it all to go on forever.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhh!"
Her eyes closed. Her ears couldn't hear. She could only feel her body's reaction, as she collapsed momentarily, hanging in that strange state of unconsciousness, yet knowing all that was going on around her.
Karen was disappointed. Peter was cumming. She saw, glancing down at Janet's face, that Peter's wife wouldn't be able to do anything for a while.
Peter collapsed with a groan of satisfaction. "Christ! I'm still cumming!"
Below, Mike still stroked up into Janet's still hotly clasping asshole, knowing that he would cum soon himself. His aching cum-filled balls told him it was delayed too long already.
Hoisting herself from her straddling position over Mike and Janet, Karen lay down next to Mike. He was her only hope now. She was frantic to be fucked.
"Mike ... Mike!!" Karen wailed. "She's already cum and I want to get fucked too!"
"Get off, Peter!" Mike growled. ".
Peter rolled to the side, grasping his wife and taking her over with him. He kept his still spewing cock deep in her cunt, as they turned again, going off the mattress onto the softly tufted rug.
Mike's big cock pulled out of Peter's wife's asshole with a tiny pop.
As soon as they were clear, Mike levered himself up over the redheaded wife of Adam Halstead, coming down between her ready thighs, to plunge straight into her needful cunt.
Screaming out her cum now, Nora Rucker, being fucked by Adam Halstead's cock, thrashed her head from side to side, her passion-contorted face revealing the magnificence of her release.
"Ooooohl Fuck me! Haaaarrrrd!" Nora screamed. "I want to cuuuuuuuuum Now! Aaaaaaaauuuuuugggghh!"
Then, it was Adam's turn. He rammed into Mike's wife like an insane man, his pile-driving thrusts jarring Nora's body unmercifully, until he came in muscle-spasming ecstasy, his big cock pumping wildly to spew his cum deep into her wide-stretched cunt. He grunted, once, animal-like, deep in his throat. "Augh!" His big body sagged down on top of Nora, and his breath was raspy in his throat.
Adam Halstead's wife was in ecstatic rapture. She had been aroused almost to the point of cumming before Mike began pounding into her.
"Oh ... Mike ... darling" she choked. "Give it to me! Fuck ... me ... hard!"
He did. She came to a moaning mind-shattering cum within moments.
"That's it! Long! Hard Deep" Karen urged; then she was there, gasping and choking with delight, the sheer pleasure of it almost overwhelming her. Thrusting back hard at Mike's plunging cock, she groaned, "I-I-I-mmmmmm cummmiiinngg! Oooooooaaaaaauuuggghhh!"
Mike came a moment later, his massively hard cock seeming to erupt explosively to shoot his hot, white juices in almost never ending jets from the slitted top of his cockhead. His senses swam with the power of his ejaculation. Damnl He'd never had it so good!
Just before he rolled to his side, still cradled between Adam's wife's thighs, he looked around to see that all was well in his land of swap. All three couples were satiated beyond reason, and Mike was glad that his well-laid plans had not gone astray.
Later, there were drinks and talk. Mike explained. Peter and Janet listened. Then, much later, there was more of everything, as Janet, with one cock in her mouth and another fucked deep up inside her hungrily devouring cunt, heard the long, low whinnie of a rutting mare in the distant corral. God! she thought, her mouth locking even tighter around the throat-stretching cock she was sucking, everyone gets fucked out of their minds on this beautiful, beautiful dude ranch, and I'm going to make certain I get my full share over the next couple of weeks!!!
