It is the great cliche of our age that we live in a time of perpetual crisis. This seems especially true on the broad scale of the international political arena where daily one desperate situation gives way to another in a domino-like progression that easily explains the nightmares of American Secretaries of State. But in fact the real crises are not those that achieve the status of newspaper headlines and play themselves out in a day or a week, to be forgotten as quickly as they arose. Rather they are the crises that occur in every individual who must now face the radical changes in human life being brought about by technological advance.
In particular, the new mobility implied by faster and faster transportation systems entails the gradual breaking down of that vital structure of western society, the family. This, coupled with advances in the field of contraception, has in turn produced a practical questioning of old systems of sexual morality. Long before the theoreticians began to wonder what the effects of these modernizations would be, men and women had begun to exercise their new prerogative: sexual pleasure without the danger of pregnancy and shot-gun marriages. Also, the relative safety and boredom of the life of the suburbs led many married couples to seek adventure in the form of a practice known as couple or mate-swapping. This can be viewed positively or negatively: either that the pressures of modern life forced these couples to seek adventure, or that the comfort produced by technical advance allowed a certain amount of freedom from the old rigid morality systems. Viewed positively, mate-swapping could be seen to have therapeutic effect in the case of many marriages that could not succeed, due to sexual incompatibility, on their own.
This is the area that author Morehouse has chosen to explore in this frank, hard-hitting novel. He has taken the case of a young couple whose marriage is not working due to sexual problems, and has portrayed those problems in graphic detail. The case is clear-cut: something must be done or this marriage will fall apart into acrimony and divorce. Without flinching from truthful description, the author shows the way in which the situation becomes clear to the wife's best friends, who decide they must do something about it. Their own marriages have been helped considerably by a swapping arrangement, so this is the avenue they decide to try in the case of the Dawsons.
Only the rapidly changing modern world could have produced this story, yet it is based upon a real-life situation that has happened to thousands of couples. While some might be shocked by the vivid evocation of the young woman's physical and mental reactions as she is slowly seduced into making love with the two husbands of her best friends at the same time, others will see that this sensual realism is necessary to make the reader actually feel what is happening before he can understand the complex motivations lying behind her surrender. Her reactions of depraved participation will surprise many readers and perhaps cause them to wonder how they would react in a similar situation. But this is the author's purpose: to allow the reader to experience every sensation undergone by his characters, so that he can feel the truth.
The publishers feel that honesty of this sort, and the artfulness of inducing the reader's own participation in the story through vivid, no-holds-barred writing, make this book one that deserves public attention. In describing dilemmas that face many in this complex and changing world, author Morehouse has performed a valuable service, and this novel contains lessons for us all, both young and old. For these reasons, the publishers are proud to bring this fine novel to their readers with the highest of recommendations.
--The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Mary Dawson glanced at her watch and saw that it was only a few minutes before her husband Ted would get back from the plant. With a grim look on her pretty face, she gulped down the remainder of her martini and poured another from the pitcher on the glass coffee table in front of her. The young blonde felt the cool liquid slide down her throat and suddenly turn into a glow of spreading-warmth in her belly.
She and Ted were expected in less than an hour at the home of Frank and Alicia Sturmon, another young couple who lived only a few blocks away, and Mary was drinking so that she would have the strength to go through the social motions. Frank was Ted's supervisor at the plant, and Alicia had been her best friend since high school days four years ago, but an invitation to dinner that would ordinarily have been a pleasure was bound to be an ordeal tonight.
She took a long sip from her second martini and stared out the picture window at another small house similar to her own across the street. It was a pleasant neighborhood, and even looked pretty when, as now, the neatly kept small lawns were lit by the slanting late afternoon sun. She and Ted, who had been high school sweethearts, had had everything going for them. A good place to live, mutual interests, a steady job for him and a real desire to be an efficient homemaker on her part. But something had gone wrong . . .
The martinis were beginning to cloud her thinking, but nothing could soothe the anger she felt. And it was all directed against sex. Why had that come along to spoil their lives, their "ideal" marriage? During the years of high school, Mary Dawson, then Mary Norris, had been the envy of her best friends, Belle and Alicia, because she and Ted had known since the tenth grade that they would be married when they graduated from Garland High School. Belle and Alicia had drifted into a faster crowd, and Mary was certain they had both lost their virginity when still in high school, while she and Ted had resolved to wait. Now, four years later, the three girls had been married for nearly the same length of time, and were still friends. But now Mary envied them.
They seemed to be so happy! It wasn't fair, really, that it should have worked out this way. And all because of that goddamn sex. She refilled her glass and took a healthy swig of her third martini, feeling the smooth explosion inside her increasingly inebriated body as the cooling liquid went down.
During high school, she and Ted had come near to falling over the abyss a number of times - in his car, at the drive-in movies, on the couch at his house when his parents were upstairs asleep . . . How exciting it had seemed then when he had slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked the soft flesh of her thighs above the stockings! So many times she had wanted to go all the way, but her mother had warned her that a man wouldn't want something that he could have with no trouble, so she had pulled Ted back again and again - even though her own loins had been aching for fulfillment - promising him her body when they married. And the miraculous thing, in the light of what had happened since, was that he had managed to control himself. Knowing that she did not want to make love at that moment had been enough for him, and he had stopped.
Tears came to Mary's eyes as she remembered how wonderful it had felt to sense his hardness pressing into her secret "vee" when they were dancing - the feelings it had caused to rush through her like wildfire! Time and again she had wanted to let him take off all her clothing until she was completely naked beneath his admiring, loving gaze. Now, in their living room, she struggled to recall the sensations of pleasure she had anticipated even though her mother had told her to expect nothing but pain and thoughtlessness. She had been sure that her mother couldn't be correct - how could it be true if all her friends were rushing to make love to the first boys who were men enough to receive them?
Remembering now, she could almost feel the delicious tingling sensations when he had slipped his hand inside her blouse and brassiere at the movies, in the darkness, with the fear of being seen ... It had been so exciting!
Tears were streaming down Mary Dawson's smooth lovely cheeks now as her green eyes clouded with self-pity for the way that wonderful anticipation had been brought to a cruel end on their wedding night.
Her lithe young body, clothed in white hot-pants and tight white knit shirt for the cookout at the Sturmons', shuddered violently as she recalled the horror she had felt that summer night at the ski-lodge up in the rugged coastal mountains. They had had the place almost to themselves; it should have been so romantic. But when her handsome young husband had entered their room and seen her lying there naked on the bed, he had stared down at her exquisitely molded young body for a full minute, roving his eyes over the upthrust of her firm white breasts and then down over her belly to take in the small triangle of fluffy blonde pubic hair. Then his eyeballs had seemed to swell as they came to rest on the pink, already moistening slit between her thighs, and, for the first time in her young life, Mary had felt fear.
Suddenly everything that her mother had told her about sex had surged into her mind, breaking down all the barriers she had erected against feeling as her divorced mother had felt about men. It had been his eyes! Something had changed in them since he entered the room, and then his whole face had taken on an expression that Mary hadn't understood. He had looked at the slender contours of her fresh unexplored body as if her flesh were something separate from her, his new bride, and merely an object that had been placed there for him to treat as he wished.
Then he had lurched forward, a little drunk, and she had squirmed back in automatic reaction to his sudden movement. She had been so certain from her experience with him in the past that he would be suitably gentle with her on the first night in order to help her through the shock and pain of losing her virginity that his gaping almost obscene stare had prompted her to be afraid when he launched himself toward her.
But her cringing had infuriated the animal in him even further, and he had taken her on the first night with a brutality it would have been hard to envision before hand. He had stormed her body as if it were an enemy fortress instead of the tender, fragile bastion of femininity that it was. She had cried and screamed for him to stop, or at least to come back, to be Ted again, but lust had so over-powered him that nothing could stand in his way.
Ten minutes later it had ended with his heavily panting body lying prostrate over hers so that she could barely breathe, her mind shrieking with the pain being broadcast from her bruised, rent nerve-ends. All the pleasure she had looked forward to had ended in a shower of hot sperm shooting heedlessly into her tortured womb, and now his sated penis lay deflating, thin white tendrils of cum joining it to her aching violated vagina.
It had been a nightmare, and something in her that night had closed off any future possibility of experiencing pleasure from what she now considered a base animal act. The next morning he had apologized to her, and had been so obviously upset by his uncontrolled behavior after so many years of self-denial that Mary had been moved to pity him. She understood that somehow the first sight of her, naked and available, had been too much for his frustrated body - it had gone wild, had taken over from his mind so completely that Ted could hardly be held responsible for the pain she had endured. She could still love him, but when, the next night and the next, he had exercised all the gentleness she could have wished so that she gradually felt less and less pain, no corresponding pleasure had appeared to take its place. Instead she had felt nothing, and had continued to feel nothing until this day, nearly four years later.
The young wife didn't know whether she should feel bitter about losing her ability to experience pleasure or not. She could no longer really see how sex could ever be pleasurable anyway. All she could think of when they made love was the animalistic nature of the act, sweating and moving like beasts for a few seconds' pleasure or, at any rate, excitement. It disgusted her, but still she had not felt the right to deny Ted the release he received from making love, and had decided it was her duty to go through with it any time he wanted. She had even tried to simulate pleasure when she found that he was unhappy over her inability to respond to his caresses.
But last night he had gone too far. Everything had been all right as long as he had been willing to make love in, well, normal ways. That she could understand and put up with. But then, about a year ago, he had started wanting her to do things that seemed . . . perverted . . . and she didn't think he had a right to force her to do anything like that. The worst thing was that, whenever he started to push her down under the covers, she would see the same look come into his eyes that had been there the first night of their marriage. A horrible leering glint that seemed to replace his normal personality with one of animal savagery.
The first time he had slid down her body and then raised his head over her spread thighs like a dog about to lick at a choice piece of flesh and relishing its triumph ahead of time, she had pulled her thighs shut quickly as a wave of nausea had flooded through her body. How could anyone be so . . . sick, so perverted as to want to taste, to lick, to suck at the private area between her legs? At first his eyes had flared more brightly, angrily, like on that first night when she had cringed, but then he too had remembered what had taken place before and had relented, making love to her instead in a fashion more savage than he had exhibited in months. But her body had grown accustomed to the presence of his cock by then and the brutality of his unrelenting thrusts had left her unscathed, and uneasily happy to have escaped from the perverse wishes of the . . . other . . . Ted.
God, that night had terrified her! For the first time, she had realized that the creature of their wedding night had not died then, but had remained dormant inside her seemingly civilized young husband. When he had tried again a few weeks later to force her to do the same thing, she had had to start crying before he would stop. And that had been the last time before last night.
Mary's mind was reeling under the effect of the martinis now, but at least she felt like she could pretend to be gay when they arrived at the Sturmons'. She couldn't bear that Alicia, the same Alicia who had been her best friend in high school, should see that she was unhappy. Mary and Ted had been a twosome for so long in school that they had been regarded as the most likely to have a happy life. And Mary was sure that they would have if only sex hadn't entered the picture in the ugly way it had. But for Alicia to see that she and Frank were happier than Mary and Ted would be a horrible blow for the proud young blonde.
Why did she have to love Ted so much? If only she didn't, then she could leave him and try to start a new life somewhere else, away from all thought of men or sex. But I do love him, she moaned to herself, / love him with all my heart. And now he's coming home and he's going to be furious with me for having locked him out of the bedroom last night. The problems with sex were poisoning their whole lives now, were no longer confined to the bedroom or the nighttime.
Suddenly a new thought came to the intoxicated young wife. What if all men were like Ted, as her mother had said? Then how could someone like Alicia be happy with Frank Sturmon, who was certainly more crude and dirty-mouthed than Ted in public, and must be even more brutal in bed?
Oh, nothing was making any sense anymore! And when was Ted going to get home, anyway? Even though she dreaded his anger, still she longed to see her tall, black-haired husband. She had always been so proud to think that she had made such a catch, although her own looks, she thought immodestly, were nothing to be overlooked. The slender, full-breasted young woman had been a beauty queen in high school, and four years had only made her figure all the more alluring to men by ripening her breasts and filling out her hips to womanly, rather than girlish, proportions.
She decided against a fourth martini. It was unusual for her to have more than one anyway, and they were confusing her thoughts so much that she was thinking things she never had before. What if all their sexual problems were her own fault? After all, some women seemed to like it when their husbands turned into animals and mounted them in a lecherous frenzy. Mary stared at her glass in puzzlement.
When was he coming? They were due at the Sturmons' in five minutes, and Ted would want to shower and change before they went.
* * *
Mary arrived at Frank and Alicia's in much better spirits than she had hoped. Ted had come home and changed into Bermudas and plain sport shirt without saying a word about last night; it was as if he, too, wanted to forget what had happened. Mary had been so overjoyed that the martinis had made her tipsier than ever as they left the house and walked in the bright slanting sunshine of late afternoon to the Shurmon home only a few blocks away. It had felt good to hold his hand as they walked down the lawn-bordered streets - she had been forgiven!
Alicia had seen them coming through her picture window and had hurried out, dressed in a tight little pair of shorts and a brief halter that Ted had whistled at in a jokingly wolfish way, causing Alicia to wriggle her hips with a sharp peal of laughter that Mary had gaily joined in. The three of them had gone around the side of the house to the back yard, where Frank, a brawny muscular man in his mid-twenties, had greeted them heartily and asked Ted to help him with the fire he was building to grill the steaks.
Within twenty minutes they were sitting down to the barbecue dinner, serving themselves potato salad and brown beans while Frank finished the steaks, all of them drinking punch freely and making the sort of conversation that can only come after years of friendship. Mary was so proud of the way her husband was telling jokes and drolly describing the exertions of the local postman as he went from house to house and faced different kinds of dogs that she allowed herself to drink much more than she should have. But she saw that everyone else was doing the same and it didn't seem to matter here among friends.
It was fantastic the way a mood could change! Mary found the steaks delicious and laughed wickedly when Frank started telling some of his inevitable dirty jokes. The one thing she specifically had never liked about Frank was the way he seemed to be always looking at her in a manner that reminded her of the animal gleam in her husband's eye on their wedding night. But tonight that didn't seem to bother her, even though she had felt very self-conscious when he had whistled at her provocatively clad body in much the same way that Ted had whistled at Alicia. There was something about Frank that usually made her nervous, but tonight the martinis and then the spiked punch, as well as the release from her fear of Ted's anger, had put her in such a good mood that nothing could bother her for long.
Not even the way Ted kept flirting with Alicia. It was all good innocent fun, and she was happy to be able to see it for once in that light. This casual flirting had gone on ever since the three of them had been in high school together, long before her raven-haired girl friend had met Frank; but Frank didn't seem to mind at all the way they would pretend to bump into each other, or the way Ted would reach past Alicia for the salt and rub his arm "accidentally" against her full upthrust breasts.
Well, maybe it did bother her a little, Mary decided, after she noticed Alicia drop her napkin accidentally-on-purpose into Ted's lap and then reach to fish it out without waiting for him to get it for her, rummaging around much more than seemed necessary to get the silly thing back. But everyone was more or less drunk by the time they had finished their steaks, and there was so much laughter that Mary found it hard to take anything seriously. Alicia was her best friend, and she could flirt with Ted as much as she wanted because Mary knew she would never allow things to go too far.
Alicia felt the blood rush to her face when she noticed that Mary had caught sight of her ploy in dropping the napkin into Ted's lap. Oh God, now I've spoiled it, Alicia fretted, her mind reeling under the combined stimulation of the alcohol and the feel of Ted Dawson's penis jerking in his pants as she grappled for the napkin. Oh Lord, would I like to suck on that cock of his! But we've got to be careful about this. Just because it was easy to get Belle and Dick Carper into a little swapping arrangement with us doesn't mean that the Dawsons will go along too. She knew Ted wouldn't be any trouble, but she was worried about Mary's reaction to the idea. She and Frank were going to have to handle this carefully, with lots of liquor and maybe one of those sex-movies Frank ordered from time to time. But it had to be tonight! Alicia had been waiting to get her hands on Ted Dawson's handsome body for years, and now she could feel her panties getting damp with the very thought of it. God, I want to run my tongue around the tip of your cock, Ted, she shouted mentally, staring straight at the unsuspecting man sitting beside her at the outdoor table, hoping that he could somehow see in her eyes what her mind was saying. / want you to suck my pussy!
The sun had gone down while they were eating dinner, and the twilight was darkening into a moonless night by the time they had finished the homemade ice cream. Alicia told them to leave their plates, she would take care of all that tomorrow. For now they should bring their drinks into the living room, where Frank had prepared a surprise for all of them.
In the living room, Mary was surprised to see a movie projector set up on a small table facing a screen suspended over the fireplace, but she only giggled when Frank made some joke about dirty movies and suggested that they all watch one together for the first time, just to see what the things were like. Well, that was just like Frank, Mary thought, but it would probably be one of those funny movies about nudist camps, with fat oversized women walking around half naked. She knew she had had too much to drink, but she couldn't see what harm it would do to watch one of those movies she had only heard about, maybe read about somewhere.
She and Ted, who was wobbling drunkenly, sat together on the couch and then, as the lights went out, she saw Alicia snuggling up on Ted's other side while Frank tended to the machine. In the darkness, Mary could sense Ted's arm moving up around Alicia's shoulders. Well, two women, she giggled to herself, that should keep him happy.
"Oh! That tickles," Mary heard Alicia exclaim suddenly, and she was annoyed that she couldn't see in the darkness what Ted was doing to her best friend. But the numbing effect of the alcohol kept her from worrying seriously about what was going on. After all, Ted's other arm was around Mary herself, squeezing her to him affectionately. It was good to be here with friends and to feel free to be yourself without having to worry about silly things like jealousy. It was too bad, she supposed, that people's joking revolved mostly around sex, and that Frank had to show them a trashy movie, but what was nice was that it didn't matter - it was fun! And soon enough the lights would be back on.
In the concealing darkness, Alicia picked up the hand that had poked her in the ribs and lifted it gently so that it came to rest on her right breast. Suddenly the hand was squeezing the taut brassiere-covered flesh, pinching the hardening nipple harshly. Oh God, that feels good, Alicia sighed excitedly to herself as Ted pressed his leg hard against her thigh and continued to paw savagely at her swelling mound. She squirmed down hard into the material of the couch, rubbing the moistening slit of her pussy against the cushion in an effort to quench the fires that were beginning to rage there in lewd anticipation of victory and the moment when the four of them would fuck together like wild animals in ecstatic abandon!
Frank flicked a switch and the screen was bathed in light. He knew that sweet little piece Mary Dawson was going to get the shock of her life. That little prick-tease! Wearing those sexy clothes all the time and turning a man on the way she did just wasn't fair, unless she were willing to put out. Thank God he had married a woman like Alicia, sensual as hell herself, but with friends like Belle and Mary who were enough to make a man's cock stand up and take notice - and maybe even do something about it! He didn't know what Alicia was up to right now, but with the way she had been going before, he wouldn't be surprised if she had taken advantage of the few minutes of darkness he had given her to get her hands inside Ted's pants. He felt his own penis jerking inside his Bermudas at the thought of Alicia doing that while poor innocent Mary was sitting there not realizing a thing! That Dawson, he knew the score all right, although from what Alicia said he had yet to be unfaithful to the juicy little wife of his.
Alicia should know, Frank grinned lewdly to himself, God knows she's tried enough times, apparently all during high school. It wasn't that she was any less a good friend than Mary thought, but just that she felt her blonde girl friend should share the wealth a little - a philosophy Frank could understand and go along with . . . especially if that meant he got to sample a little piece of Miss Mary into the bargain! It would excite him like hell to hear her begging him for it after the way she had always seemed to hold in contempt his down-to-earth manners and off-color sense of humor. Yes, little Miss High-and-Mighty was going to get a good, healthy length of cock rammed up her - and then they'd see who she'd look down on!
It was time to set things in motion. He pressed a button and suddenly the title of the silent film appeared on the screen before them.
Mary had been lost in a drunken reverie, but the sudden movement on the screen attracted her gaze in time for her to see the words "Alice and the German shepherd" disappear from the screen, to be replaced by the jerkily recorded view of an artist's studio where easel, sketches and paints were displayed in a low room, well lit by a huge skylight.
Suddenly the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the painting on the easel. Mary gasped aloud when she saw that portrayed there in graphic detail was a young girl of about twelve being fucked from behind by a man with a huge gray beard. Then the camera focused more precisely on one detail of the painting: the hair-fringed stumpy base of the cock where it disappeared up into the girl's lewdly spread vagina from behind.
Mary heard Alicia gasp and was glad that she was not the only one shocked by the obscene sight being lovingly pored over by the camera. Now it panned away from the painting, focused for a second on a huge dog sleeping in one corner of the room, and then jerked to the doorway to show a beautiful young blonde girl in a blue and white school uniform staring wide-eyed into the room.
Alicia realized that Ted must really be drunk to be taking the kind of chance he was with Mary sitting right next to them. The excited brunette had gasped when she had suddenly felt his hand leave her breast and slide down her bare midriff and around to slip in under the waistband of her shorts from behind. There his probing hand began wriggling along the tingling flesh of her buttocks, quickly making its way down beneath her willingly shifting bottom into the throbbing slit between her ass-cheeks. She crossed her legs, allowing the hand to make sudden electrifying contact with the hotly palpitating lips of her moistening cunt. . "Oh God," Alicia moaned, with a glance at the screen to ensure that Ted's wife would think she was gasping in shock at the titillating goings-on that were now being portrayed there.
Mary watched in horrified fascination as the young school girl walked over to the painting and opened her mouth in amazement at what she saw.
Then the girl's eyes flicked down to a pile of photographs on the bench by the easel and she picked one up timidly. When the camera switched to a close-up of what the girl was seeing, Mary couldn't believe her eyes. It had been bad enough to see a painting of such an obscene act, but clearly the painter had modeled his version on a photograph taken of two real people!
The bright realistic color-photo made Mary feel shaky all over. The lust she saw in the old man's face was much worse than anything she had ever seen in Ted's eyes. It was not only animal, but evil - it wanted to hurt, humiliate and degrade the girl. Mary realized for the first time that tears were streaming down the face of the little girl in the photograph, but her tongue was hanging out and a glazed look of passion distorted her face - "almost as if she were enjoying the debasing act against her will!
Now the school girl's hands were flipping through the pile of photos, which showed the two people in a variety of lewd positions. And in most of these the girl seemed to be enjoying herself as much as the wicked old man who had seduced her. It seemed impossible to Mary, but that was what the photos showed.
Mary was growing annoyed with Frank now for showing them such a movie. Things like this didn't excite her at all, and she didn't see how they could excite anyone who had a decent mind. Some of the photos, especially the ones that showed them doing what Ted had wanted her to let him do in bed last night - with the old man kneeling down between the girl's widespread virginal thighs and extending his tongue far into her vagina while she pulled on his hair to drag him in deeper and deeper caused strange tremors to surge through Mary's body. She was sobering up quickly now, and hoped the film would end soon so that she could tell Frank exactly what she thought of his idea of an evening's entertainment.
The girl on the screen had set the photos back on the bench now and was continuing to peruse them slowly, flipping through them with one hand. The camera swiveled to her face and Mary was astonished to see that she wasn't at all horrified by what she was seeing in the photos. Instead, her face seemed flushed and a bright light had come into her eyes; her mouth was open in a dumb excited grin, and her breath was coming fast.
Oh, God, could she be getting excited by seeing the pictures? That was impossible - but suddenly the camera dropped to the girl's loins and Mary sucked in her breath sharply.
The girl had pulled up her skirt and inserted her fingers under the elastic legband of her filmy white panties.
She was rubbing her clitoris frenziedly!
Mary was held transfixed by the lewd spectacle of the girl wildly caressing her vaginal slit while she leered at the dirty pictures, the angle of the peeping camera allowing the young wife to see the girl's fingers glistening with the moist secretions of her excited pussy as they jerked back and forth across the pinkly shining lips and clitoral bud and the light fringe of blonde pubic hair exposed by the pushed-over band of the almost sheer panties. Mary had never imagined seeing anything so totally obscene in her life - yet the sight before her was causing strange sensations to awaken in her own stomach as she undulated her pelvis slightly in sympathy with the girl on the screen.
Her husband Ted was going out of his mind with excitement. He had managed to get his hands into the pants of that sweet-cunted bitch Alicia, and was even now worming his finger forward to the point where he would be able to suddenly slip it up into her twitching vaginal passage. Holy shit, it was exciting to be sitting here with his wife on one side of him and, on the other, the hottest little pussy in the neighborhood just aching to take his cock to the hilt! Her hotly gyrating buttocks were grinding to explode if he didn't get that finger into her fast enough. And up there on the screen the sweet little schoolgirl was in the process of taking her panties down so she could have freer access to her wiggling cunt - God, she was hot!
Now the girl was leaning back on the bench and pinching her still-clothed breasts in a crazed fashion with one hand while she rammed two fingers of the other right up her wet, hair-fringed cunt! From the look on her face he could tell she was turning into a mass of raw nerve-ends aching for a good stiff cock to drive her to the pinnacle of completion. The uniform skirt was bunched up around her waist and she was writhing out of control on the bench as she jammed the two fingers in and out of her wide-splayed cuntal passage, drawing her legs back toward her shoulders to give the pounding fingers greater access to her steaming womb.
Behind the projector, Frank unzipped his fly and pulled his burgeoning cock from the tight confinement of his shorts. He knew what Alicia and Ted were probably up to, but what was happening on the screen was enough to make him want to jerk off right there. His fingers clasped the thick hardness of his penis tightly and drew the uncircumcised foreskin back and forth with a rapid steady motion that sent his fingers up to squeeze the sensitive swollen cock-head in a tight ring that made him want to groan with pleasure. He looked down at his achingly rigid shaft of flesh in the dim light cast by the projector and watched with quickening breath as his fingers raced back and forth along its full length. He was sure Mary Dawson had never seen anything like it, and it was going to be his pleasure to let her know who was boss around here.
Mary felt her husband shifting beside her but paid no attention to it because suddenly something new was happening on the screen. The camera had left the startling scene of the girl driving her fingers up into her own body and flicked to the corner where it had earlier panned the sleeping dog. Now the animal, a huge German shepherd, was awake, and seemed to have its eyes focused on something. The camera followed his gaze across the room - he had a perfect view right up between the girl's lewdly spread thighs! As if it were the dog's eyes, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the coral-lipped vaginal opening with the wetly gleaming fingers raging in and out of it at feverish speed.
Mary was nearly knocked out of her chair by the sudden presence on the screen of the much larger-than-life-sized female genitals seeming to suck the plunging fingers deep into their wildly squirming depths. She could see every moisture-laden blonde hair and the glistening distended lines of the gaping lips . . .
"Oh God, this is obscene ..." the blonde wife moaned, but no one was listening to her, and she couldn't understand the strange hot fluttering sensations that were building in her own belly under the stimulation of the lewd images on the screen. She had not experienced sexual excitement in nearly four years, and so she did not realize for several minutes that she was feeling the faint beginning shudders of desire. But there was no mistaking the dampness that she noticed suddenly between her thighs, and, in her slowly increasing sobriety, her reaction was more one of embarrassment than fear. After all, her pussy had secreted her moist love-juices for her husband hundreds of times during the last four years, even though she had felt no pleasure, but the idea that her body was responding to such crudely blatant perversion as she was witnessing on the screen made her fear that the others would realize what was happening to her. She couldn't let anyone know that her body was betraying her in this fashion: that would be too horrible.
Alicia groaned with increasing pleasure as she suddenly felt Ted's groping middle finger push up into the warm sucking channel of her cunt. A shiver of pleasure caused her body to arch like a cat's as she ground her ass down onto the invading hand, forcing the finger even farther up into the yielding velvety depths where it flexed - and was suddenly joined by another, filling her even more deliciously as she clenched her buttocks in appreciation of the two fingers fucking into her from beneath. With his three other fingers he was squeezing hard the softly rounded flesh of her ass-cheeks in an obscene mingling of pain and pleasure.
To prevent the waistband of her shorts from cutting into her belly, Alicia quietly unfastened the zipper, giving her best friend's husband even greater freedom to delve into her secret recesses. Suddenly she felt him shifting so that he could ram both fingers all the way up to the last knuckle, the palm of his pussy-soaked hand pressing flat against the cleft of her wriggling buttocks.
Alicia's mind had been distracted from the screen for a second while she unzipped her shorts, but now her eyes returned to it in time to see the German shepherd getting to his feet and walking over toward the oblivious girl so lost in her search for orgasm that she probably wouldn't have noticed if a herd of elephants had stampeded by.
Oh God, no, Alicia cursed softly to herself. Frank had gone too far. Didn't he realize that this was going to be too much for a girl like Mary? Goddamn that man, he was in such a hurry that he was going to spoil it for both of them! But at the same time, Alicia's eyes remained glued to the screen in avid anticipation of what she knew would take place. Maybe it would spoil things for tonight, but Alicia couldn't resist the sheer perversity of watching a huge dog do it to a young girl while Alicia herself got finger-fucked by another woman's husband with the woman sitting right beside them. God, the way she was going now, it wasn't going to be long before she came!
The unsuspecting blonde wife watched with dazed incomprehension as the large dog lumbered over to stare up between the passion-blinded girl's drawn-up legs. The wet black nose was now mere inches away from where the girl's fingers were fucking her senseless, launching themselves as deep as they could go into her tight pink channel while the girl rocked her body back and forth in an effort to allow them even greater access. Mary watched, puzzled, as the dog's nose twitched in canine curiosity and she realized with a shiver of perverted fascination that he could probably smell the girl's vaginal secretions wafting up from the depths of her heated cunt.
Suddenly the camera swung down to give a profile view of the shepherd's undercarriage. Mary began to shudder in horror when she realized for the first time what was happening: the camera switched for a close-up of the pink sliver of the dog's cock emerging from its low hung sheath and gleaming obscenely in the bright north light.
"Ohhhhhh," the incredulous blonde wife sighed, as if trying to ward off what was coming, but abruptly the camera was refocused to show the dog's broad lapping tongue zeroing in to swab up the length of the girl's exposed pussy and over the excitedly fucking fingers. Suddenly the schoolgirl's face appeared on the screen, distorted by the frank terror now penetrating the glaze of sensual pleasure, but as she started to shrink backward the dog raised his head and bared his fangs, apparently growling in a menacing fashion that cowed the girl into horrified stillness. Then, as the dog started to lower his hairy muzzle to feast again on the young girl's fearfully quivering flesh, the sound of hysterical shouting suddenly filled the room where the movie was being watched.
Mary had suddenly lurched to her feet and stumbled toward the screen, covering the lurid spectacle with her shadow so that pictures of the moistly glistening vagina being obscenely licked by the dog's ravaging tongue flickered across the whiteness of her hot-pants and clinging knit blouse.
"Stop it, I don't want to watch it anymore! Goddamn you, stop it!" she was shouting and crying at once. For a second the film kept running as Frank hesitated, the lewdly pulsing cock in his hand burning to cum, but Mary was weeping uncontrollably in front of them and Alicia knew that they had gone too far.
'Turn it off, Frank," she called back to him. "You could have picked something a little less dirty, you bastard."
The overwrought blonde wife was grateful to hear this support from her friend and felt unbelievable relief when the film flicked out, leaving them in total darkness while Frank fumbled for the light switch. Mary thought she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up, but dismissed it as the product of an overwrought imagination. Then she heard the sound again, from farther away, but had no time to think about it, as the lights suddenly came on to show Ted with a handkerchief in his hand, even though as far as she knew he didn't have a cold. Tears were still streaming down her face but she found that all her planned angry condemnation of Frank had melted into thin air with the remainder of her strength, leaving her standing there up in front of them, swaying, with nothing to say.
Frank knew he shouldn't say anything, but he had been so close! He couldn't resist a dig that he hoped would lighten things and maybe get them all back on the track toward a swap again.
"What's the matter, kid, you afraid you're going to get the couch wet or something?" he guffawed.
Mary couldn't believe her ears. She was about to open her mouth and pour out all her anger and resentment, but Alicia's voice spoke into the tense silence.
"Leave her alone, Frank." Then she turned to Mary, "You were perfectly right, dear. Old Frank doesn't know when to quit, that's all."
Mary mustered a brief smile of gratitude that Alicia managed somehow, in the name of friendship, to answer warmly, even though the tall raven-haired woman was about to climb the wall with her exasperating need for cock.
But if Frank and Alicia were frustrated, Ted was furious. He had managed to contain himself when he had arrived home from work that day, because, after all, he loved Mary and he had had a day to cool down and put things in their proper perspective. But he had fumed all morning at the office, thinking about the way she had locked him out of the room just because he had said that when he came back she was going to go down on him whether she liked it or not. He was drunk and incredibly sexually excited, but he still knew that a man had some rights in his own house with his own wife. He had been faithful to her so long, when he knew that she didn't have an ounce of sexual response in her whole body, that his fidelity was beginning to wear thin as a substitute for genuine passion. That was what had led him, tonight, to go as far as he had with Alicia. But now, goddamn it, she was the one who had gone too far.
It was time that she got hurt a little for the years of self-restraint she had made him pay as the price for one careless night of passion that he hadn't understood himself. He hadn't wanted or meant to treat her that way, and he had thought the next morning that she had understood how he had been carried away. But no, she had set up this wall against feeling pleasure just as a means of getting back at him. Well, he had a few weapons in his arsenal too.
Into the silence following Alicia's kindly meant words, Ted dropped his bombshell.
"I'd love to fuck a girl like that," he said, directing his words directly at his young wife.
"Ted!" Mary gasped, her eyes wide and still wet with the tears of a few minutes ago.
"I'd like to suck her cunt too. How do you like that?"
Mary shook her head as if to clear it of things that she did not wish to believe she was hearing.
"Stop it, Ted," Alicia turned to him with a grim face.
"Why? At least Frank is lucky enough to have a real woman like you to take to bed at night."
Alicia, unusually for her, blushed, glancing guiltily at Mary, who was standing shocked into stillness and staring at her husband.
Frank laughed, still too drunk to realize the seriousness of what was being said. "I don't know, Ted. I mean," he leered at Mary appraisingly, "she looks pretty damn real to me!"
"They're both drunk," Alicia got up and walked toward her friend, who was trembling and looking pale as a sheet. "They don't know what they're saying."
Tall, black-haired Alicia was getting angry herself now. It was all right to try to maneuver her best friend and her husband into a position where they might want to swap mates, but it was quite something else to push a frightened girl around because she wasn't interested in going along with the idea.
"Let's get that movie going again, Frank," Ted called back to the brunette's husband. "Sissies can leave if they like."
Alicia shot him a blazing stare as Frank reached toward the wall switch as if he were going to turn off the lights.
"Well," she said icily, "that's just what we sissies are going to do, you big courageous he-men, you." With a swish of her hips she turned and guided the limp Mary from the room just as the lights went out and the movie flickered back into life on the screen.
In the Sturmon bedroom, Alicia held Mary while the young blonde wept freely in her friend's arms and began to sob out a tale of sexual problems that were far more serious than Alicia would ever have guessed from outside appearances. She had known that Ted was much more willing to enter into a swapping arrangement than Mary was, but she had not realized how deeply Mary had been wounded by the long talks her mother had given her about men when she was just becoming a woman. It did not really surprise Alicia very much that a man of such finely tuned self-control as Ted had been overcome by an animal-like passion on his wedding night, but still, when Mary finally confessed that she had not felt a trace of sexual pleasure in nearly four years of marriage, her dark-haired friend cursed the bastard for not having been more careful.
It was clear that Mary had been traumatized by one night's terror into accepting everything her mother had ever said, despite evidence to the contrary in Ted's behavior since then. Alicia was barely able to keep herself from laughing out loud when Mary told her of the "horrible thing" that Ted wanted her to do to him down between his legs, especially since the sensual brunette had been hoping to suck on Ted's cock this very night if things had worked out better. But it was no laughing matter to see her best friend locked into such a psychological quandary, and Alicia swore as she listened to the shame-wracked woman that she would do everything she could to free her of her sexual hang-ups and restore the Dawson marriage to the ideal bliss they had all envisioned for it back during their more naive high school days. For now, she knew the best thing she could do would be to calm Mary into accepting that Ted had been drunk when he said the things he did, and that she should not take them seriously.
When she had managed to get Mary to that point, Alicia left her alone in the room for a few minutes and had a brief talk with Ted, in which she suggested very firmly that, if he loved his wife, he would take her home and be more gentle with her in the future.
When she returned to the bedroom, she told Mary that she had squared everything with Ted, and that the two of them were going to solve their problems together. Then she took the young blonde out to her husband, who was waiting contritely to take her home.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hey Alicia, I'm over here!" a clear-toned woman's voice rang out from off to the left of where the tall, black-haired woman stood looking lost as she peered out among the confusion of tables and people in the large restaurant at the Garland Shopping Mall. She turned quickly toward the sound of the voice and immediately spotted her friend Belle Carper at one of the window tables.
"If you hadn't seen me, I don't know if I'd ever have found you in this mess," Alicia exclaimed as she took a seat across from the sleekly tailored Belle, who seemed even more diminutive than usual whenever she was with the statuesque Alicia Sturmon. "I don't remember it being this bad."
All around them people were wandering in with their children carrying wrapped articles they had purchased at one of the Mall's many stores, some of them in a hurry and talking loudly, while others drifted about looking dazed, as if they would accept a table only if someone would hand it to them without any trouble.
Belle laughed, looking around her meaningfully. "I wondered what you had in mind, choosing this place. It's changed a little since we used to come here."
Suddenly a waitress materialized beside their table and started to hand them blue menus, but Alicia held up her hand.
She asked her friend, "Has the menu changed much too?"
Belle smiled. "Only the prices."
The waitress was looking impatient, so Alicia asked for her old favorite, a bacon, lettuce and tomato, or BLT, and a glass of iced tea. Belle, seeming to sense the spirit of the occasion, also ordered what had been her "usual" when their crowd from high school had made this their favorite hangout.
A moment after the girl had disappeared, Alicia said, "The last time I was here was nearly four years ago, the night Mary and Ted got hitched."
"Feeling sentimental?" Belle asked. "It's pretty mysterious, you know, calling me up at nine in the morning and inviting me out to lunch. Come on, something's up. What's going on?"
Belle and Alicia had been friends for nearly seven years, and for six months or so they and their husbands had been involved in a weekly swapping arrangement that had drawn the two women even closer together. For these reasons, it didn't surprise Alicia in the slightest that Belle had sensed that there was something the matter.
She decided to come right to the point.
"Ted and Mary are in trouble."
"Ted and Mary?" the beautiful chestnut-haired girl asked. "What is it -money?" Already the generous Belle, who had married a successful car dealer nearly five years older than herself, was reaching into her purse for her checkbook.
Alicia reached across and stopped the motion. It was so much easier to believe that the Dawsons would have money troubles than emotional ones that Belle's reaction had been automatic. Aloud, she said, "I think we all liked the idea of the 'ideal' couple more than I know / ever realized I did."
At that moment the sandwiches arrived, interrupting their conversation and giving Belle a chance to absorb the implication that the Dawsons were no longer such an ideal couple.
"All right, spill it," Belle said with a grim look on her face. "If it's true, then we're going to have to do something about it."
"You bet your bottom we are," Alicia replied, and then while they ate she launched into a complete rendition of all she knew concerning the sexual problems facing the Dawson marriage, outlining what had happened during dinner and the movie.
Belle gave a ringing laugh upon hearing about Frank's sex film, since that was the way the Sturmons had seduced the Carpers six months before.
"Tried and true method, huh?" she her friend.
"Well, it didn't work last night," Alicia sighed, and then finished her story by telling what had happened when Mary had gotten to her feet and started screaming.
"God, she's really hung up," Belle whistled softly, thoroughly amazed even though everyone in school had realized that Mary was the class virgin. But they had all thought that the young blonde had kept her virginity as a means of holding onto the man she loved, so that he would have something to look forward to. And to tell the truth, there had been days after Belle had lost her own, in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie, that she had envied her innocent friend. Belle was the most intelligent of the three girls, but she had also been the quickest to do things that she sometimes later regretted - like the time she had tried, and failed, to seduce Ted Dawson one afternoon after school in the gymnasium, even though Ted was already going steady with Mary.
Yet remembering this now suggested something to her, especially after she heard the conclusion of Alicia's tale - about Mary's confession in the bedroom while Ted and Frank had continued to watch their movie.
With a thoughtful expression on her face, she said slowly, "Maybe you and Frank were on the right track last night without realizing it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that the best thing, all around, for them, would be if someone could get them to swap."
Alicia did a double-take, then sputtered, "You used to be smart, Belle Carper, but-why, you're crazy! Mary'd go right out of her mind if she knew what Ted and I were doing last night, and you know it!"
"Calm down and I'll explain what I have in mind. I think it'll work."
Alicia grinned. "You fox, you've got a plan?" One of the reasons she had hurried the very next morning to see her friend was that she knew Belle's mind would leap to a solution. And if that solution happened to include Alicia getting to nibble on Ted Dawson's cock after all, why then, that was all right too! But still, it didn't make any sense-Belle Carper saw the puzzlement in her friend's eyes and smiled.
"It does sound crazy, doesn't it?" she admitted. "But from what you say I think the problem is a matter of education. All we've really got to do is convince Mary that sex can be fun."
"That's more easily said than done," Alicia frowned. "You weren't there last night. You didn't see the way she looked while she was up there screaming for us to turn off the movie."
Belle took a cigarette out of her purse and lit it with a small gold lighter. Blowing out the smoke in a thin blue-gray stream, the chestnut-brunette allowed a moment to pass, then asked, "Doesn't the plant have a cabin up in the mountains somewhere, where the guys like Frank and Ted can take their families on weekends?"
The tall beauty wondered what her friend was leading up to, but answered vaguely, "Yeah, they have some kind of rotational system - a couple of families at a time. Why?"
"Well, here's what I have in mind, for what it's worth," replied her petite friend matter-of-factly, and then proceeded to tell her.
* * *
Later that day, Alicia Sturmon paid a visit to her husband at the plant. She spoke with him earnestly for a few minutes, causing a light to come into his eyes as she spoke. He began nodding enthusiastically, and soon afterwards the tall, raven-haired woman departed, a pleased smile on her face.
Ten minutes later Frank visited Ted in his small office and invited him and Mary to join the Sturmons and the Carpers for a weekend at the High Top Lodge.
"Can you make it this week?"
Into Ted's mind flashed an immediate picture of himself, alone in the woods, suddenly coming upon Alicia, also alone. He forced himself to look Frank straight in the eye in order to keep from blushing guiltily, but it was plain to see that he had reached the end of his rope. He had been patient for as long as he could, but Mary's attitudes toward sex were so unhealthy and restrictive that he was champing at the bit with the feeling that it was his right to be feeling as he did, to be wanting to be racing like the wind. Maybe it was wrong of him to think of having an affair with one of his wife's best friends, but the other night had proved to him two things.
First, it had shown him that Mary was never going to allow him to do things with her that he had a right as her husband to do any time he wished. She had such a twisted perverted notion that various things were "dirty" or "obscene" that it had cast a gloomy pall over their whole sex life.
Second, the furtive flirtation in the dark during the movie the night before had demonstrated that Alicia, one of the most delicious-looking babes he had ever come across, was still as available as she had been all those times in high school when she had tried to seduce him.
God, what an idealistic idiot he had been! If Mary insisted upon separating love from sex, considering one good and one bad, then he was going to have to separate them too. Only both of them were going to be good! And this weekend was going to be his chance. He was sure to get at least one opportunity to shove it up between those lovely long legs of hers!
It had only been a second since Frank had asked him whether they could make it this weekend.
"You bet we can," he grinned.
CHAPTER THREE
After work on Friday, the three couples gathered at the Sturmons' and set off immediately in a three car caravan, heading for the route that would take them fifty miles west into the mountains. The sun was still glaring down strongly as they sped one by one onto the highway, crowded with weekend traffic. In all the cars spirits were high with anticipation.
Mary had been delighted when Ted had come home bearing news of Frank's invitation. The unexpected treat of spending a weekend with her two best friends of days she remembered with nostalgia had overcome her fear that Belle would also find out that the perfect couple had turned out not to be so perfect after all. Things had seemed to her to be going better since the horrible night at Frank and Alicia's, and she believed that a weekend of relaxing with friends would continue to ease the tension that had created such a barrier between her and her husband.
Several times in the course of their westward journey, driving now into the setting sun, Mary turned her head to survey Ted's profile. How handsome he was! For a few minutes she managed to forget all the bad things that had happened between them. For once she was able to see how unimportant the sexual situation was in comparison with all the good qualities she saw in him, and it filled her with a rising expectation as they neared the mountains they had been able to see, blue in the distance, almost since the beginning of their journey. Maybe there was hope, if only she could somehow overcome her revulsion toward sex, and if only Ted were willing to give up his idea of forcing her to do things that she felt were basically wrong . . . and perverted. With just a little bit of giving on both sides . . . She was sure no one really did those things . . .
The confused young blonde sighed aloud, and Ted took note of it. As he followed Frank in turning off onto a smaller road that wound up into the heavily forested mountains, he wondered what she was thinking about. He had had some time to ponder his planned infidelity during the last few days, and it made him sad now to think of the lies he was going to have to tell his wife. For a second there, hearing her sigh, he had felt a quickening of the old tenderness that had not really died between them, but which had been gradually forced into dormancy by sexual conflicts they seemed totally unable to resolve. He was sure he could never love another woman the way he did Mary, but something bigger than both of them was driving them inexorably apart. His only hope was that, by finding his sexual satisfaction elsewhere, he would somehow be able to preserve the rest of their marriage.
Now Frank was turning off onto a dirt road that was scarcely visible in the diminishing twilight, leading off through a thick tangle of trees and bushes. It was hard going, and in the treacherous light Ted had to keep his mind on his driving. But at the back of his mind lurked the depressing knowledge that nothing could be saved through lies. Secrecy would only deepen the division between them.
But he saw no other way out. He could not deny half of himself in the shame of the other half. Suddenly the car broke clear of the forest and was running along the side of a large pond whose surface lay still and slate under the darkening sky. Up ahead the troubled young man could make out the shadowy outline of a low building before which Frank Sturmon had already pulled up.
Mary gasped at the sight of the expanse of water bordered by forest and the clearing where the lodge was nestled against the dark wall of trees.
"Oh Ted, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed, squeezing his forearm, a happy light in her eyes as they danced over the panorama.
Their car drew up beside the Sturmons' and Ted and Mary joined the other two couples in front of the lodge. Soon all of them were carrying their bags in and being assigned bedrooms by Frank. Then the men went to work building a fire in the main room, since the nights were still chilly in the mountains, while the three girl friends emptied their shopping bags of food and set about making a meal. There was a great deal of gay bustling back and forth as the women brought in the hamburgers and French fries and they all settled down to eat. Kerosene lamps had been set up since there wasn't any electricity, and they cast a soft, thick yellow light against the encroaching darkness of the forest.
One of the first goals had been the serving of drinks, and, by the time dinner was served, the laughter had grown more raucous and more relaxed as the excitement of a weekend of "roughing it" combined with the stimulation of the alcohol. Alicia and Belle were going out of their way to liven things up by wearing knit halters without bras and flirting loudly with the other's husbands. Mary had been drinking too and had to laugh at the crude jokes told by Frank and Dick while they munched appreciatively at their hamburgers, and she didn't mind at all when someone refilled her martini glass. When Belle's husband patted her affectionately on the buttocks as they were rising from the table, she was embarrassed but managed to say, "naughty, naughty," just as Alicia and Belle were having to do whenever one of the men reached past them for something on the table and "accidentally" brushed the tips of their breasts. She was surprised that she could see Alicia's nipples hardening almost as clearly as if they had not been covered at all, but everybody seemed to be having a good time and so was she, even if she was worried that she had taken a little too much to drink.
Someone had brought a cassette recorder and the soft slow music that was suddenly flowing from it made Mary feel like dancing. She looked around for Ted and found that he was already dancing with Alicia, but Dick was there and she slid into his arms. It alarmed her a little that he pulled her so tightly against his body, but the music soothed her and she closed her eyes and let herself move in rhythm with her petite friend's husband. It was good - friends dancing with each other far from the city, high in the mountains, in the soft light of kerosene lamps.
Dick Carper, a short wiry man who was only a few inches taller than Mary, grinned quietly to himself as he took in the scene behind the back of the supple miniskirted blonde he was dancing with. Over by the recorder - Holy Christ! Alicia was tonguing Ted's ear and he had his hands all over that mankiller ass of hers. Dick swiveled his gaze and felt his cock respond with a jerk to the sight of Frank massaging Belle's full unencumbered breasts, through the thin knit while she ground her loins provocatively into his in the sexiest dance Dick had seen in a long time.
God, it was going to be a wild night! And this little babe in his arms didn't seem to be minding at all the way he was dancing so close to her, although Belle and Alicia had warned him not to expect too much. Don't worry, girls, I won't expect too much, he laughed softly to himself. I'm just going to fuck this sweet-tasting little blonde nine ways from Sunday, that's all!
It couldn't be long now before the action really got going, and his balls were full and aching for it! Without warning he slid his hands caressingly down her supple back and over the firm rounded flesh of her ass cheeks and he was happy to hear her gasp and stiffen a little, then relax, as his hands remained still for a second to allow her to get used to their presence there. A few minutes later he felt the contraction of her ass muscles right through the cotton miniskirt as they clenched involuntarily under the sudden pressure when he started slowly massaging and then abruptly gave the yielding orbs a playful squeeze.
"Oh!" Mary gasped, opening her eyes at the same moment as the rhythm of the dance sent them turning in a broad curve. And it was then that she saw the other two couples, dancing completely oblivious of her sudden, shocked gaze.
At first she did not understand what she was seeing. Their bodies were jammed together tightly as if they had been melted into each other and they were moving so slowly, almost imperceptibly, as if the music seemed even more sensuous to them than it did to her. Belle's arms were wrapped around Frank's neck as he hunched over her, while Ted had pulled Alicia's thinly clad body tight to his own by reaching down and grasping her buttocks through the thin material of her hot pants!
Mary's vision seemed to be clearing now, even though the room appeared to be drifting through a slight haze of smoke backed up from the chimney, and she perceived a slight motion that she had not noticed at first. Oh God - Frank had reached up under Belle's halter and was excitedly rubbing her naked breast under the revealing knit, squeezing and pulling at the hardened nipple as Belle seemed to be struggling to get away from him. But no . . . her hips were grinding up into his! Suddenly Mary was afraid that either Alicia or Dick would see what was going on and all hell would break loose. But there seemed to be nothing she could do about it since Ted and Alicia were slowly turning, and the tall brunette was bound to observe what was taking place at any second. As her astounded gaze started to swing back to the lewdly caressing Belle and Frank, her eyes detected a motion that pulled them back to where they riveted on Ted and Alicia. Oh no -- it was impossible -- Ted's large groping hands were kneading rhythmically at the firmly yielding flesh of Alicia's buttocks! Her own husband and one of her best friends! There was never any telling what he would do when he was drunk, as she knew he was now, but poor Alicia was probably as embarrassed as Mary, and was very likely upset by what was going on between Frank - who had always been a crude and lecherous man - and Belle.
With a sudden jerk her wiry dance-partner pulled up on Mary's ass cheeks crushing her miniskirt-clad loins up against the hard protuberance in his Bermudas. It was a move well timed to surprise her into submission, and he had the pleasure of hearing her exclaim, "Oh my God!" without making any effort to escape him. He had her body curved backwards under his ardently close figure, and it wouldn't have done her much good to try to get away, for he had her firmly pinioned against him as he guided her in a slow sensuous rhythm that he knew could not fail to excite the sensitive area between her shapely legs.
Taken by surprise, Mary now found herself complying against her wishes, dancing with Dick despite the embarrassing awareness of his steel-like penile hardness lodged right up between her thighs, pushing the flimsy material of the skirt before it. Trying not to be too obvious about it, Mary attempted to draw her thighs together, but the need to keep dancing kept her legs in constant motion so that gradually the unpleasant intrusion, accompanied by persistent pressure of his hands kneading her buttocks like warm spongy dough, made its way even farther up between her loins. Again Mary felt, as she had the night Frank showed the movie of the dog tonguing the school girl, strange fluttering sensations beginning deep in her belly, reminding her of the times she had experienced pleasure with Ted in the years before their marriage.
It came to her with shocking clarity - what she had not realized the night of the sex film.
For the second time in four years she was experiencing traces of genuine sexual desire! And not with her husband, but with the husband of one of her best friends!
For a naive young woman like Mary Dawson, this was a horrifying realization that affected her almost like a physical blow. Yet every second brought a continuation of the rhythmic prodding of Dick's rigid cock into the sensitive area up between her legs, where little teasing tremors of delight continued to build in a way that she had not experienced for years. She wanted to run from the room, and from herself, if this was the kind of person she was. In her drunkenness her mind reeled at the idea that only a pornographic movie, and now, the unnatural presence of another man's penis intruding into the juncture of her loins could give her the kind of pleasure that other women could enjoy under more normal circumstances.
Oh God, what was happening to her? It had been her dream for years to feel sexual pleasure, but did it have to come this way - this horrible, perverse way?
And what if Ted were to realize that at this very minute she could feel a dampness up between her thighs as her cunt responded excitedly to the stimulation of Dick Carper moving her willing buttocks in powerful little circular motions centering on the delicious demanding probe of his hard cock?
Shame flowed through her in hot rushing waves that seemed to swell in proportion to the increasingly powerful surges of pleasure exploding outwards from the center of her moistening cunt. Her mind was in a frenzy as the fluttering sensations caused by the rubbing of Dick's fiercely protruding penis grew in intensity and showered up through her body like fireworks. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and the temptation was strong to let her body take over from her befuddled mind - to let this man who was not her husband use her as he wished as long as the growing stream of pleasure-inducing ripples never came to an end. Oh, it would be good to just let go, to let her mind merge into the confusingly powerful and unexpected tidal waves of pleasure!
Once again the other couples came into view as Dick guided her around, and Mary was jolted by the sight of her husband Ted's hand working its way under the tight waistband of her tall friend's hot pants. Mary felt a small knot of fear catch in her throat as she watched the hand slip deftly down under the material over the other woman's ass cheeks, the fingers perfectly outlined by the clinging cloth as they continued to rub and knead the malleable flesh of Alicia's right buttock.
Mary was so astonished and frightened by what she was seeing that she made no move to object as Dick brought his lips to poise excitingly over the delicate whorls of her ear, his hot breath sending swirls of maddening pleasure careening down all the way to her vagina. She was staring in horrified fascination at the impossibility of what she was seeing - at the hand outlined by the tightness of Alicia's shorts. Not content with the rounded globe of the right buttocks, the hand was now moving toward the central valley between the clenching moons of her ass cheeks.
It was like a nightmare - it couldn't be happening - Ted's middle finger was moving up and down as if it were pressing against the concealed outer ring of Alicia's anus through the outlined material of her panties!
Suddenly Alicia's passion-thickened voice drifted across to her. "Oooohh, Ted, oh yes, do it like that. . . "
Now Mary was more confused than ever. It was almost as if Alicia were encouraging him to do ... that... to her body. But maybe that was because she was jealous of what was going on between Frank and Belle, who were no longer even bothering to keep up the pretence of following the music. They had their mouths locked together and Mary could see their cheeks moving as their tongues dove in and out while they rubbed their bodies against each other. The couple suddenly turned a half circle in the heat of passion and Mary had a clear view of - Belle rubbing the obvious bulge at the front of Frank's pants with her small, quickly working hand!
But instead of reacting to such a lewd sight in the way she would have expected herself to, the young blonde felt a strange thrill coursing through her body at the very idea of doing such a thing right out in public, right under the very eyes of their spouses! Mary's body was turning into a bundle of raw emotions and sensations that she could no longer control, and tears sprang to her eyes as she fought in vain to quench the pleasure that was raging like a holocaust through her limbs. It shamed and degraded her to feel that she was sopping wet between her legs as the result of having another man's cock rubbing against her pussy-mound, and she was afraid that at any second the moisture was going to seep through to darken the material of her miniskirt where it was pushed up tight against the lips of her vagina by the intruding hardness of Dick's penis. Then they would all know the kind of person she really was, and Ted would hate her for being excited by other men instead of by him!
Suddenly Dick's tongue flickered out into searing contact with her ear and Mary, struggling within herself, tried to jerk away from him. But somehow she only managed to maneuver herself into a position of even more inciting contact with the insistently burgeoning cock as for the first time its ridge rubbed directly against her clitoris through the flimsy layers of cloth.
"Ooooooh," she moaned involuntarily as raw, concentrated pleasure exploded through her.
Oh God, we have to stop it, she realized through the haze of alcohol and pleasure that was numbing her brain. All of them were getting carried away into something they would regret the next day, and no one seemed strong enough to get hold of himself and bring it to an end. It would have to be up to her, it seemed.
But it felt so good! The other half of her cried, seizing command long enough to allow her body to wriggle obscenely against the protruding head of Dick's rock-hard cock in an effort to force it against the magic nub of her clitoris again.
"Ohhh, yes!" she cried when sudden blinding contact was made, and the white brilliance of sparks shot up once more through her nerve ends.
With an embarrassed blush, Mary realized that her words had fallen jarringly into the silence surrounding the end of the cassette. She saw Ted jerk his head away from his kissing of Alicia and look at her in a puzzled fashion, the frown forming on his face suddenly changing into a blush of his own as he realized that from where she was standing, his wife had a perfect view of his hand stuck down the back of Alicia's hot pants. In the awkwardness of the moment, he pulled the hand out from its hot nest and stepped back from the raven-haired beauty as if he expected his wife to be angry with him for what he had been doing.
Mary was desperate for some means of taking advantage of this break in the growing erotic atmosphere. In a second the music would be back on and then there would be no escape. Dick had deftly disengaged himself from her arms and hurried over to the recorder, but Belle and Frank were completely oblivious of any change in the room, and the sight of them continuing to behave in such a lewd degrading fashion made Mary all the more anxious to somehow get herself and Ted out of the room. Her body was trembling weak with unfamiliar sensations, as she self-consciously pulled down the- skirt that had ridden halfway up the panty-clad cheeks of her ass under the excited manipulation of Dick Carper.
Alicia was surprised by Ted's move in backing away from her, and she knew that something was going wrong, but she had been so confident that Mary was coming around under the influence of the erotic behavior taking place on all sides of her that it was hard now for her lust-dazed mind to comprehend how strong the inhibitions of a girl like her naive blonde friend could be. Mary had seemed to be enjoying herself, which was in itself a victory of sorts, but Alicia could not hide her disappointment when the young blonde abruptly walked over to Ted and invited him to go for a walk by the lake.
Ted seemed almost relieved to have the excuse to leave the room, perhaps he had expected wrath rather than a simple invitation. Alicia was sure he wanted to fuck her, wanted her to suck him off and allow him to do to her all the things that Mary would never permit.
As she watched the young couple leave the lodge, Alicia turned to Dick Carper and rubbed her hungering cunt blatantly against him in lewd invitation.
There were still two more days to the weekend, and it was no good getting depressed because their plan hadn't worked the first time around. After all, she giggled to herself, eyeing Dick Carper's excitedly gyrating body, there was more than one way to suck a cock. And more than one cock to suck!
* * *
Mary and Ted stood in silence by the dark still expanse of the lake. Above them, the stars twinkled brightly in a moonless sky. A small breeze rustled through the pines and the young couple listened to the night sounds of the forest without speaking. Each of them was confused by what had been happening in the lodge, but the widening gulf in communications between them left no way of telling each other what they felt.
Mary was frightened by the intensity of the sensations that were still raging in her body, although slowly lessening as the slight chill of the breeze had its effect. The troubled blonde had not expected ever to experience such pleasures again, and was now ashamed of what she had felt. It was dirty and perverted to gain such physical stimulation from the touch of anyone but her own husband. What confused her was the way her body had almost soared completely out of her control. In another few minutes she might have done something that would have driven Ted away from her forever.
She turned her head shyly to glance at his handsome upturned profile, and a wealth of tenderness for him sprang up in her. She was understanding with sudden clarity how frustrating their sexual life must be for him, since for the first time in years she was becoming convinced that most women did, after all, experience physical pleasure in the act of love. At the same time, she found herself hoping that he would want to make love to her that night. There was a burning sensation deep in her belly that could be put out by something thick and long and hard ramming far up into her moist cuntal depths.
Suddenly tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as he stood there in the darkness beside her handsome husband. For the first time in years, she wanted him! But some embarrassment or restraint kept her from reaching out to him at that moment. There was still too great a distance to be crossed between them.
Ted stared as if hypnotized at the pinpoint stars, so much brighter than one could ever see in the city, yet he was not seeing them. His drunken mind was swirling in a confusion that was quite different from that felt by his wife. In order to sort things out, he tried to go over everything that had happened that night. They had eaten dinner flirting casually with each other, and then the music had started and he had begun dancing with Alicia. Somehow an erotic "atmosphere had taken over the room and he had' been caught up by it, had started doing things that should have gotten him in deep trouble with his wife.
But they hadn't, and that was one of the things that puzzled him. All the time that he had been dancing with Alicia, he had wanted to throw .her on the floor and fuck her, but he had been too aware of his wife's presence to expect that he would be allowed to do so. Instead he had hoped to get Alicia hot for it tonight, and then carry out his plan of catching her in the woods sometime tomorrow. But suddenly he had heard his own virtually frigid wife's voice ring out, crying, "Ooooh, yes!" and Ted had glanced over and, to his shocked amazement, had seen her rubbing up against Dick Carper for all she was worth while his hands massaged her buttocks.
She had been enjoying the caresses of another man!
The sudden jealousy he had felt made him angry at himself now because it was so unfair. After all, if he could be there with his hand stuck down inside the pants of his wife's best friend, then why couldn't she be doing the same with another man? Yet Ted had never imagined it actually happening, since his wife was so unresponsive in bed. It had simply never occurred to him that he would have to face up to the idea of his timid wife being sexually excited by another man when she wouldn't respond to her own husband!
And it didn't make him feel good at all. For the first time, there beside the dark gleam of the lake, he began to worry that some of the trouble in their sex life might be his fault.
Turning to his wife, he saw that she was looking at him with tears in her eyes. But strangely, a nervous smile was playing across her lips.
"I love you," she whispered, but under the questioning force of his gaze, she could not manage to tell him that she wanted him to make love to her right then, under, the stars, in the tall grass around their feet.
"Let's go to bed, sweetheart," he smiled. "I'm tired and drunk."
"Me too," Mary giggled, thinking he meant to make love to her when they got back to the room and feeling the burning glow up in her loins begin to catch fire again.
When they stepped back into the thick yellow light of the lodge, they found the music still playing into an empty room. Mary was glad the others had gone to bed, since that would save any embarrassing explanations. She and Ted turned out the three lamps and the recorder, then carried a fourth lamp with them down the dark hallway to their room. As they passed the last room on their right, the sound of Alicia's raucous laughter could be heard, and a bright light was streaming in a thin line from the bottom of the door.
Once in their room, Ted set down the lamp and fell fully dressed onto the creaky bed, his slim muscular body completely relaxed as he lay on his back staring at the ceiling, his limp soft penis occasionally twitching in his pants as he thought about the things Alicia would be doing in the other room with Frank. She would probably let him do anything he liked, and Ted had no trouble imagining Frank's head buried down between Alicia's widespread creamy thighs. As a shutter clicked in his mind, he changed the picture to that of himself down between her legs, and he knew that he wanted to make love, not tomorrow, but tonight, even if it had to be with his own wife, in the simple, "normal" fashion she preferred. He watched her hips swaying in a sexy fashion as she disappeared into the bathroom and then allowed his mind to drift off into other erotic fantasies while he listened to the sound of brushing teeth coming from the bathroom.
Mary washed her face quickly, in the process removing most of the light makeup she wore. Then, while she was drying her neck with a fluffy fresh towel, she heard more of Alicia's giggling through the door that led into her friend's adjoining bedroom. She stopped to listen, realizing that the door must be very thin, for she could hear their hoarse voices occasionally as they spoke to each other. But oddly, she thought she heard more than two voices - and none of them seemed to be Frank's. There were other sounds that she could not place and, feeling a little like a nosy eavesdropper, she moved closer to their door and put her blonde head against the polished wood to hear better.
At first she heard a strange sound, as if someone were sucking and slurping rhythmically on an ice cream cone. It was very loud, and now Mary heard Frank's voice.
"Suck it in deep, you little bitch, suck it hard!" she listened to him moan as if in ecstasy.
Mary's mind recoiled from the sudden realization as she remembered the times that Ted had tried to push her head down under the sheets. Alicia must be taking his . . . thing . . . into her mouth. Oh God, how could she bring herself to do it? Mary tried, even though revulsion swept through her, to imagine what it would be like to have such a huge hot presence jammed in between her lips. She covered her own mouth protectively, letting the lewd vision of Alicia's widely ovalled lips clasped around his thick glistening cock form itself in perfect detail in her mind.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a voice whose identity was unmistakable - it was Belle! "Ooooh lover, lick it good, eat me, eat me!" Mary's mind reeled as she tried to understand what was happening, but the obvious answer seemed just too incredible.
The Carpers and the Sturmons were making perverted love in the same room!
Oh God, they were more depraved and shameless than she had ever imagined. How could they stand to have anyone else watching while they did those .. . dirty . .. things with their mouths to each other's bodies? Shocked as she was, Mary, couldn't pull her head away from the door, her eyes opening wider as she understood the reasons for all the sucking sounds and soft moans. The very same Dick who had been rubbing his hotly throbbing cock up between Mary's thighs a short while ago was now burying his face into his wife's naked loins and slipping his tongue obscenely up the welcoming passage of her vagina.
How could the elegant, intelligent brunette allow him to do such a lewd thing to her body?
Mary found herself wondering what it would feel like to have a hot tongue flick up into her cunt and run wickedly along the sensitive inner flesh ... At the same time she slowly became aware of a slight fluttering sensation spreading out through her trembling loins from the suddenly remoistening valley of her pussy as she continued to listen to the slurping sound and then Alicia's abrupt cry of "ooooh you taste gooooood, you big cock!" her voice garbled around the invading presence in her mouth.
Mary was mortified by her uncontrollable bodily reaction to the obscene visions her mind was conjuring up to explain the wet licking licking sounds from the next room. The noises were now increasing in volume and frequently the springs of the bed making telltale bouncing and squeaking sounds as the cries and groans of pleasure made it sound like they were rushing together headlong toward a group orgasm.
Again a thought that should have revolted her instead sent a sudden flood of heated secretions pulsing from the inner walls of Mary's now strangely throbbing cunt, adding to the dampness of the narrow white strip of nylon covering the tender cuntal lips between her tight-clenched thighs. Oh God, it was horrible! But it was making Mary's vagina burn out of control and she needed to be touched, helped somehow to put out the firestorm!
Involuntarily her hand made its way up under her mini-skirt and rubbed hard at the soft dampness of her pussy-slit, her delicate fingertips brushing the suddenly quickening bud of her clitoris and sending waves of delicious sensation racing to her brain. Oh God, it was wrong, she had to stop! It was insanely perverted to be standing here with her fingers probing excitedly at her cunt while she listened to the horrible obscene things her friends were doing in the next room. She felt the little knob of her clitoris springing to hard erection under the thin nylon - she had to have something hard and long inside her, she had to!
She slipped her fingers timidly under the tight elastic leg band and felt delightfully wicked as she delved her fingers into her own wetness, noticing the slight scratching of the moistened pubic hairs as she drove two fingers at once up her desperately needing cuntal passage.
"Aaaaahhh," she moaned, her mind in a frenzy as she shoved the fingers in and out of her wildly throbbing cunt in time to the squeals and cries of pleasure mingling with the lewd sucking and wet licking sounds in the bedroom beyond the door.
At that moment, Frank's deep voice grunted hoarsely and then shouted out words that drove their meaning unavoidably into Mary's shocked brain: "Shit, baby, I'm going to cum! Holy Christ, suck it harder! I'm going to make it! Eat it all, eat it!"
Oh God no, it couldn't be! Frank was going to shoot his sticky white sperm deep into Alicia's lovely sucking mouth, spurting the hot viscous fluid deep into her throat while she swallowed hungrily in order to avoid losing even a single drop! Mary's mind swirled with the pleasure deriving from the finger-fucking of her own hot wet vagina and the realization of the sheer lewdness of her act, while listening like some kind of voyeur to what was happening, and suddenly she was jealous of Alicia and Belle because they were getting to see what was happening instead of having only to listen to it. But she didn't have time to think and more about it because suddenly Frank's voice was erupting again.
"Ohhh! I'm cummmmming! Ohhh, suck it! I'mmmmmmm cuuuummiinnggg!" His words turned into moans and groans of straining bliss and suddenly the eavesdropping blonde heard hungry juicy smacking sounds as Alicia welcomed his surging warm semen into her mouth.
Mary was desperate - she had to see it! She had to know if Alicia was really swallowing and eating his hot sticky cum. Her pleasure-glazed eyes caught sight of the keyhole down to her right and she abruptly lowered her head to find that she had a perfect view of the two couples together on the double bed in the next room - but Alicia wasn't sucking on Frank's cock at all!
Frank had his hands tangled in the hair of a woman and was jerking her head up and down like a rag doll along the length of his wildly exploding cock, but the hair was chestnut brown - Oh God, it was Belle! Her mouth was clasped firmly around the thick glistening base of the ejaculating penis, her throat muscles gulping greedily to suck in all of the fountaining hot cum!
Mary couldn't believe her eyes, for there on the other side of Frank, Alicia was bobbing her head in a smooth rapid motion over Dick Carper's hard, swollen cock while Dick had his face pressed sideways up between his own wife's thighs and was licking ravenously at her hair-fringed cunt, his whole face gleaming in the thick yellow light from the wetness of her proffered vagina.
The dazed young blonde stared in horrified fascination, her mouth hanging open in dumb amazement, at the tangle of gyrating flesh on the double bed, her eyes focusing for long seconds on Belle's head being jerked up and down around the still-pumping slick cock fucking ruthlessly up into her open mouth. She kept expecting to hear her petite friend gag and protest against the rough treatment as the warm waves of foam-like cum streamed continuously into her mouth, but instead Belle was moaning and sucking as if she were enjoying it. Mary's own excited body reacted by unexpectedly coming alive in every jangling nerve when she heard Belle's sudden increase in evident pleasure as the delicate brunette began grinding her pelvis even harder against the teasing cock-like tongue of her husband flicking into her cunt below.
Mary jammed a third finger into her own cunt but still it wasn't enough, so she grasped at her panty-covered clitoris with the fingertips of her other hand, pinching and rubbing the hard little cock-like bud through the nylon while her eyes remained glued to the stimulating spectacle of group sex taking place right under her bright-eyed gaze. Her breath was coming fast now, in short, panting gasps, and she could feel her climax building deep in her belly, for the first time in her life. All thought of the repulsion she should feel had been driven from her mind by the machine-like drubbing of her fingers into her cunt; nothing remained now but the need to continue the exquisite pleasure assailing the deliciously hot wet flesh that surrounded her fingers.
Lewdly she slipped her fingers from her cunt and, without thinking, plopped them into her mouth, sucking at their salty flavor in order to know what Dick was tasting, while she slid her tongue sensuously between her fingers. Then she rammed the fingers back up her throbbing passage with a sudden shove that brought a moan of mindless pleasure from her lips that were burning with the taste of her own steaming vaginal juices.
Ted Dawson stood in the doorway of the bathroom, staring down at his oblivious wife and feeling his cock quicken in his pants at the sight of Mary finger-fucking herself and then sucking on the fingers, moaning with pleasure. He heard giggles and shrieks of excitement coming from the room beyond the door where his blonde, lewdly bent-over wife was peering through the keyhole, and suddenly he understood why his wife was fingering herself in a daze of lecherous intensity.
The little bitch was watching her friends fucking in the next room! And from the sound of it, all four of them were in there having one helluva orgy. Ted's cock wanted to burst out of his tight confining Bermudas at the obscene vision of sheer lust being presented up to him by his wife's beautiful panty-covered buttocks wagging in the air, her fingers pushing past the tight elastic of the leg band into the wetly accommodating cunt while she kept her eye pinned to the tiny hole in the door. Her breath was coming in short gasping pants that told him she was straining toward a climax for the first time in their marriage, and this knowledge inflamed him more as he stepped boldly up behind her and placed his hands firmly on her wriggling nylon-clad hips.
"Oh!" Mary shuddered at the sudden contact and jerked her head around in a continuing daze of sexual frenzy to see her husband standing above her. Then she saw that his eyes were focused almost straight down and with a sudden warm blush of shame Mary realized he was staring at the fingers that had continued with a life of their own to plunge in and out of her hotly squirming vagina. Hurriedly she pulled them out with a slight wet popping sound and started to raise up, her confused brain searching for some way to explain her presence at the door without letting him realize what a perverted woman she was becoming, but Ted's hands transferred quickly to her back and held her down in her lewdly bent-over position.
"You don't want to quit watching just when it's getting exciting, do you?" Ted asked quietly.
Oh God, he knew! How would she ever be able to look him in the face again? Nothing that he had ever wanted to do to her body was worse than this shameful voyeurism. Even yet the fires were burning out of control deep in her belly, yet she had to preserve some portion of her self-respect if she could.
"Please let me up," she said in a forcedly cold voice, staring around up at him.
A hard glint came into his eye.
"You keep watching, baby. I'm going to fuck you."
The young wife's resistance wilted under the dominating power of his voice, her eyes flicking down from his flushed face to focus hungrily on the hard bulge in his gray Bermudas. She wanted him, wanted his cock tearing into her, but why couldn't they go back into the bedroom instead of doing it here on the hard bathroom floor? She wouldn't be able to see what was happening in the Sturmons' bedroom anyway . . . Then - as his hands reached up under her furled skirt to catch hold of the elastic waistband of her soft flimsy panties and began pulling them deliberately down over the creamy-white curves of her ass cheeks a bright light of animal lust coming into his eyes as the full flower of her glistening golden-haloed vagina was exposed to the air - it dawned on Mary's stunned brain what he had in mind.
He was going to fuck her from behind, pumping his cock into her like a common animal! He wanted to take advantage of having caught her in a compromising position and force her into an unnatural act with him while she stared voyeuristically at the lewd orgy taking place in the next room!
Mary was shocked to find that the sheer perverseness of the thought was sending strange obscene tickles of pleasure through her body as the maddening need in her hotly inflamed cunt continued to grow. It frightened her to find that her body was almost completely out of her control, and she knew that if she didn't stop her husband now, she was never going to be able to face herself in the mirror again.
"But we can't! That's dirty - " she began, again trying to raise up but finding that his hands were against her back in such a way as to keep her firmly down. She continued straining up against them in vain.
"Shhhh," Ted smiled, adding sarcastically, "You wouldn't want Belle and Alicia to know you've been watching, now would you?"
Suddenly all the fight rushed out of her, because his tone made it clear that he would be perfectly willing to tell them she had been watching their obscene sexual antics if he had to. Nothing she could say or do was going to prevent him from doing whatever he wished with her, and now her very helplessness was beginning to infuse her wantonly bent-over body with tremors of desire. God, it wasn't her fault if he made her do things that were wrong, and maybe . . . they . . . would feel delicious!
Things had been quiet in the other bedroom for a few minutes and for a second Mary was afraid that the others had heard her and Ted talking in the bathroom. She would die if that had happened. Maybe her friends had been doing things that they shouldn't, but her watching had been worse than anything they had done. She even had the taste of her own vaginal secretions lingering in her mouth from the moment when her voyeuristic passion had reached its height, when she had wanted to know what Dick had been tasting while he licked his wife's rhythmically undulating vaginal crevice.
"Tell me what they're doing," Ted commanded, sensing his victory over her and releasing his restraining hold on her back in order to finish tugging her gossamer-like panties down over the lovely full curves of her firm thighs and trim calves. Leaning down to leave them furled around her ankles, Ted's face was only inches away from the wetly gleaming rose-lips of her vagina, and its sweet pungent odor wafted to his nose sending shivers of hungry lust racing throughout his body. He was hypnotized for a moment by the lascivious sight of her lewdly spread cuntal lips as he hovered down there behind her, his eyes picking out the tiny droplets of love juices clinging to the individual blonde hairs and catching sight of the nub-like erected clitoris at the bottom of the glistening cuntal valley where the gold cloud of pubic hair worked as if it were floating between her milk-white thighs.
Mary did not realize what was taking place behind her because she was obeying his order to stare again through the keyhole, and what she saw there was sparking little thrills of prurient fascination, making her grind her hips slightly in sympathy with what she was witnessing.
"Belle and Alicia are kneeling on all fours beside each other on the bed. And Frank and Dick are rubbing their . . . things with their hands, back behind them, standing up," she whispered, feeling titillating stabs of perversity racing through her taut muscles, strangely excited even more by telling her husband what she saw than by the admittedly stimulating vision of two men lining themselves up behind each other's wives and manipulating their still-glistening cocks into a flushed state of erection while staring down at the obscenely turned-up buttocks of the women.
Her thoughts were cut off by a feeling softer than any she had ever experienced, a sensation at once warm and gentle that seemed almost not to exist and yet was incredibly delicious.
Ted's lust-glazed eyeballs had been unable to detach themselves from the luscious vision of his wife's slightly-spread cuntal lips moving in tiny motions as Mary ground her hips in sympathy with the two women in the other room as they wagged the white cheeks of their full buttocks up at the hardening cocks of the men in lewd invitation. The incredulous young husband's face had been drawn forward as by a magnet until his quickening breath had caressed the sensitive pussy-furrow, causing it to quiver slightly in responsive appreciation. Now he gathered breath in his lungs and suddenly released it in a warm stream of air directed right at the exposed pink inner flesh of her vaginal crevice.
"Ahhhhh," Mary moaned as the tickling softness sent billows of pleasure floating along her bloodstream. Involuntarily she allowed her buttocks to part a little more so that her softly palpitating pussy flowered wider before his leering gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the moist inner cuntal flesh came into tantalizing view. It was reddish-pink and gleaming wetly in the thick yellow light, the moisture from her vaginal secretions clearly visible, smeared and glistening on the white tender of her inner thighs.
Her head swung slowly around to smile her gratitude for the wonderful sensations that were being lavished on her by the incredibly soft caresses, but her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide with shock when she saw her husband's face poised only inches from the naked exposed flesh of her obscenely proffered vagina. His tongue was nervously circling his lips in hungry preparation for the feast of pink moist pussy that was being presented up in defenseless sacrifice as if he were some kind of animalistic god.
"No, please, Ted. Don't," she pleaded, but it was as if he could not hear her past the loud drumming of his heartbeat. Without warning, he placed his palms flat against the backs of her thighs where they merged into her buttocks, his thumbs resting on the soft pink flanges of her cunt. With a slow torturing movement that Mary was frightened to resist, for fear that he would suddenly open the door and prove to Belle and Alicia that she had been watching like some common slut, Ted pressured outward with his thumbs drawing the ragged fleshy lips slowly apart and exposing the gleaming coral slit to the mercilessness of his gaze. For a frozen moment of time he watched the slightly throbbing furrow greedily and then, with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head forward and ran the full length of his slippery probing tongue serpent-like up into the yielding depths of her inflamed cunt.
"Oh God! Noooo, oooh!" she whimpered under the force of his lewd, depraved attack her body prevented from jerking forward by her humiliating entrapment between his skewering tongue and the keyhole. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched as if trying to escape by closing off his access to the maddening rape of her secret inner recesses. Her husband's burning tongue was circling around ravenously inside her, the tip flicking against the raw nerves of the warm inner walls of her cunt and sending spasms of indecent intoxicating pleasure rippling through her belly.
Small mewls and moans of pleasure began escaping from the blonde's mouth as she surrendered to the delicious prodding of his tongue. Her dazed mind could see no way of escape, and she began writhing her ass cheeks salaciously back at the wetly buried face, trying to glean as much of the forbidden sensation as she could. She knew that only a wanton whore could become as aroused as she had by the obscene licking and sucking sounds she had heard coming from the other room, yet something in her was allowing Ted to perform this lewd act on her body with his mouth. Something in her had wanted it, and the shame that tried to rage through her was quenched by the rising flood of rapturous ecstasy.
She wanted it, wanted his tongue to fuck her cunt forever! She jerked and wriggled back to meet the searing contact in complete abandon, her head lolling forward slackly, with her tongue hanging out as she panted like a bitch in heat under his oral ministrations.
"Ohhhhh!" A long moan of delight escaped from deep in her throat. "Do it more, baby! It's soooo gooood! Suck me!" she chanted the words out without thinking that they might be heard in the next room as his chin rubbed wetly against her clitoris buried deep in the steaming forest at the top of her pussy-slit, and his nose jammed itself against the rubbery outer ring of her anal opening. It was as if he were trying to press his whole head into her excitedly steaming crevice, his face slipping and sliding in the moist frothing valley as he endeavored to thrust his long tongue deeper and deeper into her clasping passageway.
Her black-haired husband worked hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic hair grazing enticingly against his shaved cheeks. His hands reached down to stroke the smooth plane of her quivering belly, where her skirt was bunched, and then farther up to fondle the soft resilient flesh of her breasts through the thin barrier of her blouse and lacy brassiere, his fingers tweaking the achingly stiffened nipples to heighten her arousal. He labored passionately as his mouth and tongue worked like a starving animal's between the open lips of her pulsating cunt, his eyes wide open and pleasure-glazed, glimpsing over the rounded moons of her buttocks, the seemingly agonized contortions of his young wife's face, now twisted back around and staring at him, a slack smile coming over her working lips as he caught her eye. With a feeling of complete domination he heard her release husky groans from deep in her throat as the hot searching tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the length of the narrow pussy-slit, starting at the base of her belly and wriggling its way upward over the pink-edged opening of her hungry-squirming vagina and into the sweat-dampened crevice of her responsively clenching buttocks.
His voice distorted with passion, Ted spoke into the hot slippery flesh. "What are they doing now, baby? I want to hear all about it."
Mary barely heard him through the raging holocaust of sensation that had made her head again drop forward limply like a dog's, lolling back and forth as it was buffeted by the rolls and waves of sheer sensuality. But she was afraid he would stop the delicious eating of her cunt if she disobeyed his least wish, so she fought to control herself enough to bring her eye to the keyhole where she felt the hard cold pressure of the metal on the sensitive skin around her eyelids.
Without warning Ted's wicked tongue darted out and swabbed the raw nerve-ending of her clitoris causing another upsurge of pleasure, so it was a moment before her reeling mind cleared and she was able to see the newly hardened cocks of Frank and Dick standing straight out from their hairy bellies, the lust-engorged tips swaying lewdly in the air only inches from the obscenely thrust-up cunts of Alicia and Belle! In just a matter of seconds, the men would be fucking into each other's wives dog-fashion, humping them from behind while the wanton women bucked their buttocks back at them like hungry bitches.
Incoherently, the spying young blonde described in a hoarse whisper what she was seeing while her husband continued working at her desire-inflamed cuntal opening, again and again driving his skewering tongue deep into the warmly throbbing depths of her pussy and being rewarded by hearing her lewd voyeuristic recital interrupted by low guttural groans as she writhed and twisted in response.
"Frank ... is really, rubbing his thing . . . fast . . . ooohhh, baby! And God the tip of it's so big . .. he's got it pushed up against her . . . down there, Belle's on her knees with her . . . bottom . . . pushed up against him ... Oh Ted, lick me, lick me deep!" Dick also had his swollen-headed cock lodged in the soft outer folds of Alicia's wantonly widespread pussy, and suddenly Ted and Mary heard a voice from the other room.
It was Alicia, pleading with her teasing tormentor.
"Fuck me, you bastard! I'm going crazy! Stick your cock up my hole!"
Then Mary heard something that made her think that she must be the one who was going crazy, because no one could possibly want that.
It was Belle shrieking, "In my ass! Ram it up my asshole, you fucker!"
How could anyone take a cock the size of the one that Mary could see through the keyhole, Frank's monstrous blue-veined bludgeon, in the tiny anal passage? It would rip the petite brunette in half! But already Mary could see Frank responding by sliding the tip of his member smoothly upwards along the squirming valley between her ass cheeks until it was poised at the tiny dark opening of her nether regions!
The lust-crazed Ted, his mouth full of the sweet salt taste of his wife's cunt, also heard Belle's inciting cries, and was inspired to remove his hands from where they had been massaging Mary's breasts and use them to pull wide apart the upturned crevice of her naked buttocks, stretching it cruelly as he felt her begging for more. Suddenly he dropped his lashing tongue to the tight little puckered anus and thrust the tip hard against the tight resisting opening until he felt it begin to give slightly, allowing his tongue to enter a fraction of an inch while Mary squirmed under the strange invasion.
"Ted! Ohhhhhh! Oh God .. . don't stop!" she bucked and writhed as the searing hot tongue teased mercilessly at the virgin pink anal opening.
Through the keyhole Mary could see Frank begin to apply forward pressure until suddenly his bloated purplish cock-head slipped with a sudden jerk past the tight outer ring of Belle's anus.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" Belle cried out. "It hurts! No, don't, I was wrong!" But Frank only laughed triumphantly as he drove the cock forward another cruel half inch.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" she was whimpering now in horrible pain, her struggles to escape from the painful stretching of her rectal passage which she had invited in a daze of foolish excitement made useless by the determined grasp of Frank's muscular hands on her bare hips. Meanwhile, Dick's hard ridged penis had slid smoothly into the proffered depths of Alicia's waiting cunt, and the two of them were watching with undisguised sadistic delight the spectacle of the little brunette being painfully tortured by the thick glistening cock now stuck partway into her distended anal passage. Dick was fucking into Alicia with long pummeling strokes that were driving them both out of their minds with pleasure as they surged toward climax with the aid of the added perverted thrill of seeing Belle getting what she had begged for and now doubtless regretted having wanted.
With a sudden, monstrously powerful twitch, Frank plowed the rest of the way into the brunette's rectum, deeper and deeper until his pelvis flattened the cheeks of her ass with a sudden loud smack that was almost drowned by the noise of Belle's horrendous shriek of pain.
At the same time, Ted moistened the tip of his extended middle finger in the flowing juices of Mary's cunt and then pressed it to the tiny hole in the crack between her widespread white ass cheeks. At the same time, he slid his mouth back down along the steaming smooth flesh of her pussy as far as her clitoris, nibbling the erect pink bud as he suddenly thrust forward with his finger sinking it in to the first knuckle inside her tightly sucking anus.
"Uuuuuuggghhhhh!" she gasped in pain and fear, unable to worry whether they could hear her in the next room. She couldn't let him do that to her - it hurt too much - and she swung her head around away from the tantalizing scene in the next room in order to beg him to stop, even though the nibbling of her clitoris was sending counteracting explosions of pleasure raging through her helplessly aroused body. With a sadistic grin hidden in the wet burning folds of her cunt, Ted paid no attention to her pleas, thrusting his middle finger in deeper - to the second, thicker knuckle.
"Uuuuuggghh! Darling, it hurts! It hurts!" she whimpered as she thrashed wildly under the maddening combined pleasure and pain coming from her pulsing clitoris and violated anus.
Ted still held his finger where it was as he again shoved his slithering tongue deep up into her open clasping vagina in an attempt to divert her attention from the unnatural invading presence in her rectal depths.
Mary held still, keeping her breathing to a bare minimum and her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tautly over her teeth. Ted began to lick and suck in earnest now, rotating his finger around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each thrust until the pain in her anus mixed and mingled with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her melting hot cunt, and she began voluntarily jerking her white rounded buttocks back up onto his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the endless lashings of his tongue.
Again her eye found the keyhole and she saw to her amazement that Belle was no longer whimpering with pain, but instead her head was hanging limply, swaying from side to side, and her tongue lolled loosely from her open mouth as she bucked her ass back at each pumping thrust of Frank's plunging cock. She was loving being fucked in the ass!
Yet Mary could begin to understand it in a strange way, because a masochistic wildness was now possessing her own young body as she stood lewdly bent over, helplessly impaled between her husband's tongue and his middle finger, grinding her creamy buttocks in abandoned frenzy hard back up against the dual probing into her hot steaming loins. Nothing mattered to her now but the sweet agony of the lovely swirling sensations raging over every inch of her naked flesh and even under the restraining nylon of her brassiere as her erect nipples raked in titillating friction against the flimsy cloth. Nothing else in the world existed as she writhed and twisted beneath Ted's lust-crazed ravaging, all the obscenities known to her tormented and anguished mind burbling over her crazily working tongue. She realized dimly that she had somehow lost control because of the unusual amount of alcohol she had drunk earlier that evening but that was no excuse for the wantonness with which she was now responding to Ted's depraved assault on her lewdly exposed genitals. Yet nothing mattered except her growing need for something larger to be shoved up her cunt in order to fuck her to climax while she continued to watch the inciting vision of four naked bodies in the next room screwing in a mass of sweating churning flesh.
Alicia and Belle had men's cocks ramming into them and Mary needed one too if she was going to cum for the first time in her life.
"Oh Ted, stick your thing in me! I want you, I want you!"
Ted knew it was time because his achingly rigid cock felt like it was about to spew forth in his pants, so he stood up quickly and dropped his Bermudas and jockey shorts, drawing forth his thick cock-shaft while Mary twisted her head around to watch with a bright glaze of pleasure in her eyes. Now that she was watching he moved with a deliberate slowness, tantalizing her by slowly clasping the fingers of his right hand around the thickness of his penis and easing back the uncircumcised foreskin from the purplish bulging head so that she could see the pearly drop of lubricating fluid that was oozing from the tip of the lust-inflamed cock.
Now he stepped close behind her, holding the hotly throbbing shaft tightly between his fingers with the large blood-filled head poised at the beckoning elastic opening of her cunt. He watched his wife's pussy with lecherously glimmering eyes as her gleaming wet cunt-lips contracted and throbbed enticingly before him. He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young woman bending over in front of him in abject servitude to be used in any way he liked, completely conquered by the uncontrollable desires and passions set loose in her body. But if he could manage to delay for a few seconds, she would become crazed with need in a way that would be all the more pleasurable to satisfy - the slightly sadistic thought flickered excitingly through his mind.
"Tell me what you want, bitch," he said, with deceitful gentleness, rubbing his cock teasingly up and down the hair-fringed crevice of her pussy.
It humiliated Mary to be called a bitch, but the emptiness in her aching belly needed to be filled! She squirmed her buttocks back at him in a desperate effort to catch the tip of his cock in the greedy clasp of her cunt, but he stepped back deftly and spoke again.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he repeated, knowing that this would be the tins surrender, a step that she would never be able to overcome to flee back into the puritan haven of the first four years of their marriage.
Mary's confused desperate brain only understood dimly what he was demanding, so she whispered, "Stick it in me! Do it hard, please!"
"Come on, baby, a sweet little voyeur like you must know a few more words than that," Ted mocked her sarcastically, letting the very tip of his cock graze tantalizingly against the hard upright bud of her clitoris in order to make her even more excited, even more willing to do virtually anything in exchange for having a thick swollen penis shoved up her cunt. It made his cock swell even larger in his hand to relish the power he had over her as the ridged hot member burned and ached in its own need.
Suddenly Mary knew what he wanted and a wave of revulsion at the idea of uttering such words sent a shudder through her body. Vaguely her dazed mind realized that the voicing of obscenities like that was wrong and that for her to give in to him now would only be the beginning of the downhill route to utter depravity. It would establish his power over her body, and the power of her body over her conscience and mind. Everything that she had ever believed about morality would be broken in half and thrown down. Yet the rushes of pleasure his slight touches were causing interfered with any ordered thinking she might have done about what giving in would mean to her future. Each caress increased her need to have more and more, the ultimate satisfaction of a huge cock buried to the hilt in her sucking cunt and then ramming in and out, buffeting her body senseless until it was free to climb to the highest peak of pleasure - to climax in a completely shattering ecstatic moment of release.
Suddenly she could stand it no longer.
"Oh fuck me, damn you! Fuck your cock into me now!" she cried out, again forgetting that the two couples in the next room might be able to hear as she abandoned herself to her immediate need.
The joy of complete victory surged through her husband, and suddenly his swollen penis and testicles were aching as they had never ached for anything before. He had to ram it into her now before it was too late! He had to fuck her before he spilled his sperm uselessly all over the round white buttocks bent in subservient invitation before him.
The end of his cock was less than three inches from her open and wetly exposed vagina now, and he pressed her firm yielding buttocks wider apart to view the object of his desire more clearly. His cock jerked slightly as though unable to contain itself when the tiny puckered anus again came into view just above the sleekly moist opening of her cunt. For a moment he was seized by the temptation to take her there, but the thought passed from his mind as he felt another small dewdrop of moisture forming on the end of his tortured cock. He had to have her now or it would be too late! He couldn't hold back another minute, he had to fuck her, and quick!
"Okay, baby, you're going to get fucked like you want, like a goddamn whore," he whispered lewdly, enjoying the mental torment he was subjecting her to. "Like a low-down, common voyeur, baby, and you're going to like it!"
He moved forward between her parted thighs and guided his rigidly thick cock forward with his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the curly blonde pubic hair with the bloated tip of its throbbing head. He felt the warm cushiony folds of her steaming cunt closing wetly over the rounded tip of his cock, luxuriating in the sudden heat of her loins against the sensitive glans as it slipped into the boiling mixed juices of her vaginal secretions and his own saliva.
He groaned, for it seemed that he had never in his entire life felt anything so soft and tender. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet pulsing flesh, he let his massive penetrating cock lie throbbing for a moment.
Mary closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt its first searing electrical contact against the sensitive inner flesh of her aching vagina, then she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she stood bent over in utter wantonness beneath her lust-enflamed husband, waiting for him to impale her completely on his rigid thick rod of pulsating flesh.
"Now, Ted, now," she pleaded her voice trembling as she sensed him gradually beginning to press his full cock-length against the tight elastic opening of her lewdly turned-up vagina.
The cock slid in slowly at first, spreading and stretching the tight walls of her vagina in a way that made Mary wince at the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as the skewering shaft seemed to take forever to slide in. She swung her head around to see his face and saw that it was twisted into a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he stared down at his wife slavishly doubled over beneath him to receive the head of his hugely swollen penis sinking into the slippery hot cavern of her vagina.
Suddenly Ted gasped and fell forward with a jerk, cruelly grasping her shoulders in order to pull himself into her as he thrust his hips forward to glide his long pulsating cock into her cunt like a huge bullet, pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before its bludgeoning head. Mary groaned in rapturous pleasure as she felt his virile young balls slam heavily against the raw tingling bud of her clitoris and the desire-swollen cock-head nose gently against her cervix. She had never felt anything like it and she started to grind her buttocks back at his buried cock to encourage him to begin plunging in and out of her.
Suddenly her young husband was drawing his cock out of her until it seemed to Mary's fearful mind that he would take it out entirely, but then he was ramming forward again and she bucked gratefully backwards to meet his skewering thrust and then drew forward as he withdrew, lunging back as he began a regular rhythm of fucking into her soaking vagina. For the first time in her life she was trying to give him pleasure, tightening the supple inner muscles of her cunt in order to squeeze his hard thick penile shaft on the out-stroke, and then opening herself wide to allow him freer access when he was ramming into her again. But at the same time her wanton gyrations increased the swirl of sensations building in her own belly, sending lewd thrills of excitement running through her at the idea of acting so much like a common whore.
Ted had never hoped to receive such pleasure from fucking his usually unresponsive wife, and his hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his lust-hardened cock in the delicate moist pussy walls of the completely changed woman. He panted heavily like an animal, fucking dog-fashion into her from behind, as he watched his rock-hard penis, gleaming with her secretions and his own saliva, pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her inviting hair-fringed cunt. His eyes bulged as he gaped down at the wet ragged flanges of her cunt, appearing to his view to cling voraciously to his cock on each slow outstroke, and then swallow it again as he gently thrust forward in the smooth in and out rhythm he had established.
"Oh God, ooooh, yesssss . . . this . . . is wonderful ..." she crooned mindlessly, no longer ashamed of letting him know that she was receiving pleasure in being fucked from behind in this animalistic way, that he had turned on the sensual streak in her so that she was reveling in their unnatural fucking like the lewd wanton woman she now knew she was. Her eyes closed as she writhed beneath him in the intensity of her wild ever-mounting passion, holding tight to his excitedly throbbing cock with the clenching, slippery lips of her pussy as hard as she could while she rolled her hips in a provocative manner to incite him to ever greater heights of passion in exchange for the delightful drubbing of her lush smoldering cunt.
Ted began sweating over her, moving suddenly into a series of longer, smoother plunging strokes that brought his fiery spear of flesh almost all the way out of her clutching vagina on the backstroke and then rammed forward up into her until he could feel the blood-engorged head of his cock colliding with her cervix deep inside her shivering belly. He felt her begin to twist more abandonedly beneath him and instinctively quickened his thrusts, grabbing her smooth rounded hips in his lust-powered grip and locking her forcefully into the rhythm of his strokes. The glistening plane of her wet sucking pussy was presented up to his youthful lunges driving hot and pulsating and deep, so that the resounding smack of his hips thudding against her lewdly upturned cuntal crevice reverberated through the bathroom. He rammed his plunging cock into her seethingly dilated pussy, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider apart with each desperate forward thrust of his straining loins. Her head was lolling limply as her excitement mounted to the point where she no longer remembered to look through the keyhole because the bright center of her own climax was beginning to build under Ted's intense buffeting of her undulating loins.
The blonde young woman groaned defenselessly beneath her husband, her flushed face showing a mixture of emotions. Somehow she had lost control of the situation, so that the passion-inflamed man behind her had forgotten who she was, aware of nothing but the fire of animal lust that raged out of control in his slamming young penis. But she was powerless to do anything about it as he smacked her helpless, now jelly-like, body forward against the door, his hard, blood-filled penis sliding up and down inside her warm viscous passageway like a well-oiled piston. His sperm-bloated balls slapped loudly against her hard exposed clitoris each time he crushed his loins down against the valley of her buttocks, and drafts of cool air rushed maddeningly between her thighs each time he withdrew. One of his hands reached up under her blouse to grasp at the full swell of a brassiere-clad breast, twisting and squeezing it with a savage brutality that still seemed unnatural for the gentle man she knew during the day, teasing and tugging at the erect little nipple through the material until Mary thought he would tear the breast open.
"Oh, yes . . . yes . . . yesssss . . . !" she crooned mindlessly as she jerked madly back up at him with her hips. Mary could feel her climax beginning to build and the flushed skin of her face brightened with perspiration as her body began to contort in rising ecstasy beneath him. Her head rolled wildly from side to side as she bent over by the bathroom door, her lolling tongue thrust out in limp panting abandon. She waved her buttocks into the air, spiraling her excited cunt up and down his jackhammering, hotly expanded cock. As her hands darted back to grasp at the clenching white moons of her ass-cheeks pulling them lewdly apart to allow him even greater access to her passion-drenched vaginal passage, Ted felt the hot white cum boiling in his overheating testicles. He growled savagely and quickened his strokes, burrowing hard and deep until his almost bursting cock ground far up into the hidden unexplored depths of her womb.
Suddenly the hotly excited blonde quivered beneath him! Oh God, it was coming, she was going to make it.' Her mind blazed with sheer need as she humped her buttocks back up at her husband's pile-driving cock, every inch of her straining body alive with the knowledge that she was about to cum for the first time in her life - if only he could go deeper, ram it into her harder - hard enough to rip her down the middle and release the flood of pleasure locked inside!
Then the impossible happened. "Oh God! My baby, yes, I... I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummminnnggg!" Her groaning voice rose to a whine of unconscious bliss as her body suddenly stiffened and then began vibrating uncontrollably, the boiling juices oozing from her shivering vagina drowning her husband's plunging cock in its sticky warmth like honey.
The startled young man paused for a second, surprised by his wife's orgasmic convulsions, then went berserk as he felt her coax out her climax against his jerking pelvis, her body writhing spasmodically back up against his cock. His harshly kneading hands grasped at her brassiere-clad breasts to use them as handholds for pulling the widespread white cheeks of her naked buttocks hard up against his thrusting loins as he jammed his suddenly exploding cock all the way to the hilt in the lava-like depths of her desperately contracting vagina.
In the midst of her ecstasy Mary felt that her insides were about to split apart as the head of the deep-sunk cock began to flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear right through the thin walls of her cunt. Then, suddenly, she felt his eruption, his searingly hot thick semen spurting far up into her widely stretched vagina, mixing deliciously with the juices of her own cumming. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the sweet boiling sperm pumped deep inside her, filling her to overflowing with its sticky wetness. The ravenously hungry walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped around it, gratefully milking at the jerking organ like a sucking starving mouth. Shining explosions of light filled the young wife's brain as she continued to pant out her mind-shattering orgasm, her cum juices flowing wetly out around her husband's still-surging cock and spilling down into the gold cloud of pubic hair between her thighs. At the same time flooding down over his balls and the base of his penis as he slammed relentlessly into her.
"Oh Ted, don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she cried through the daze of her continuing orgasmic crest, her pungently aromatic love fluids flowing in uncontrollable spurts down below the full quivering spheres of her wildly grinding ass. The ravenous pores of her cunt sucked and squeezed at the virilely lurching cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic twitch and then lay quiet inside her still slowly heaving belly.
The gasping young man collapsed exhausted across her back, feeling her inner vaginal walls still gushing forth around his rapidly deflating penis. At last, she too trembled to stillness, her legs wobbling weakly under their combined weight and her head pressed hard against the wood of the door. Her beautifully molded body felt drained of everything as Mary could feel her belly filled to the bursting point with the warm heated mixture of their orgasmic fluids.
A few moments later, after their breathing had slowed, Ted's muscular young body lifted away from hers as he stepped back. His lovely blonde wife groaned as she felt his cock sliding slowly out of her sperm-soaked vagina, then sighed with relief as it slipped out, and a cool rush of air laved her spent, sweat-covered skin.
Ted took her hand and led her staggering back into the bedroom, where they flopped down on the bed, neither of them saying a word. The handsome young man lay motionless beside his changed, panting wife, trying to recover his strength and collect his thoughts after the evening's unexpected windfall of sexual good fortune. He stared in calm astonishment at the curvaceous still form of his wife, trying to convince himself it wasn't an illusion that made him see wet semen soaking the furrow of her pussy and glistening enticingly in the thick yellow light of the kerosene lamp. The molded inner flesh of her thighs was heavily smeared with the white sticky sexual juices that trickled in tiny rivulets out of her vagina to form a spreading lewd pool between her wide-splayed thighs.
Though he was weak with fatigue, the young husband felt a stir of pride in his loins at the thought of finally having conquered the beautiful woman who had been his wife for nearly four years, and he was filled with hope that their lives would be different now that they had made a breakthrough. With a sense of shame he remembered his plans to seduce Alicia the next day, and relief flooded through his quieting body at the thought of not having to be unfaithful to the wife he had always loved. He didn't care if it had taken a little voyeuristic stimulation to turn her on, because he was fairly certain that the motor, once running, would keep going. So there was no reason for him to carry out his plan with his wife's tall raven-haired friend the next day, thank God.
He looked over at Mary's closed eyes and smiled with genuine happiness at the sight of her lovely peaceful face. Just thinking about how exciting she had become made him want to climb up between her thighs and fuck her again, but she appeared to have already drifted off into a sweet, after-sex sleep, and he was feeling such an outpouring of relief, tenderness, and gratitude, that he decided to let her be. He had never been happier in his life than at this moment, and he savored the play of the yellow light on her calm face as his own body eased toward sleep.
Mary's heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satiated as it never had been before and the sudden wave of shame and humiliation returned to her again as she remembered the sheer depravity with which she had finger-fucked herself under the lewd stimulation of listening to and watching her friends exchanging partners in an obscene act of oral sex. And then Ted had caught her! She would remember the horror of that moment for the rest of her life - when she had been forced to see through his eyes the kind of woman she appeared to be at that moment. It was bad enough to have been so weak and to have allowed her body to carry her away while she had stood staring through the keyhole, but then to have her husband force her to make love in that animal way, just like a bitch in heat, after sucking and kissing up between her thighs, was too much. Especially since her aroused wanton body had surrendered to him completely and betrayed everything she had ever believed concerning sexual morality by making her literally shriek with depraved pleasure.
She kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep in fear that her husband would become excited again and manage once more to stimulate her body into betraying her. How wonderful it would have been if she could have made love to him in a normal way and still have achieved that kind of ecstasy! But instead it had taken the obscene debasing working of his tongue at her inflamed cunt to bring her to the take-off point from which the impaling action of his cock fucking her dog-fashion had lifted her like a rocket. She struggled to hold back tears of humiliation and sadness, knowing that she must never allow him to do that to her again, even though it had been the most wonderful thing she had ever felt in her life. She was worried that Ted would never again take no for an answer after tonight, yet at the same time a small tremor of desire ran through her limbs when she remembered the way he had dominated her completely, forcing her to do whatever he wanted. The cum on her thighs and pussy-lips was drying now and reminded her of the seconds during which she had felt the hot lava-like spurting of his seed into her loins, and how each drop had seared her with burning pleasure.
It had felt so incredibly good! Her husband had cum into her womb hundreds of times in their married life, but this had been a completely new experience whose memory was even now re-arousing her battered libido. It filled her with shame to realize that her body would surrender again whenever it had the chance - it would do anything to achieve that kind of ecstasy ... it had been delicious . . . the soft lewd touch of his tongue on her pussy as it swabbed up the gleaming central valley . .. Alicia with her mouth tightly ovalled around the base of Dick's glistening cock ... it had been an evening of shocks and she was numbed by all that had happened ... it would be so nice to forget everything that was confusing her and surrender to her body's wish to go to sleep in the same way she had surrendered to its depraved desires... oh God . . . why couldn't things be simple? . . . and she drifted across the twilight zone of memory and dream and suddenly was asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mary Dawson groaned and rolled over heavily onto her back. She was slowly rising out of the mists of sleep, consciousness floating upwards toward the surface of her mind. Opening her sleep-glued eyelids was like breaking suddenly out of the darkness of water into bright sunshine. Its rays flooded the room past half-open curtains, and she squinted against the sudden brilliance.
The young blonde wife was still wearing the clothes she had worn last night - the miniskirt bunched around her slender waist revealing the smooth white expanse of her belly and the small golden thatch of her pubic mound, the brassiere and rumpled blouse. When her eyes had adjusted to the brightness, Mary looked over to where her husband should have been sleeping and was surprised to find him gone. Then she remembered the first time she had awakened this morning. A loud knocking at their bedroom door had rudely interrupted their sleep, and Frank's raucous jovial voice had reminded Ted that the three men were supposed to go fishing that morning.
Mary smiled, recalling Ted's frowning moans and complaints as he had struggled from the bed and pulled on his swimming trunks, going into the bathroom to find some aspirin. He had been the picture of the true hangover victim, grouching every step of the way until suddenly he had caught Mary staring at him with a grin on her sleepy face. His face had brightened, changing completely, and he had leaned over the bed to plant a wet toothpasty kiss on her lips.
"That was great last night, sweetheart," he had whispered, and then left the room.
Remembering his words now brought back memories of what had happened the night before, and Mary groaned inwardly. Instinctively she drew her slightly parted thighs tightly together as if by this means she could keep the humiliating memory, like a mocking tongue, from entering her. The sensitive switch of her conscience had been flicked and Mary felt waves of guilt-ridden revulsion taking hold of her as lewd pictures of the scenes she had witnessed through the keyhole flickered through her mind, taunting her with the memory of the perverted thrills she had experienced as the unseen voyeur.
Her own best friends! It was still unbelievable! They had been performing obscene acts in full view of their spouses - acts which Mary had never dreamed of carrying out with her own husband in the darkness of the marriage bedroom, but which last night had excited her as never before. Her body had stolen control from her mind and had led her into doing terrible things, first with herself, and later with Ted - no matter how much pleasure she had received the contrite wife, could not help thinking of the experience as a nightmare. It had happened, there was no denying the way she had responded - as a voyeur of the lowest kind. Yet she knew that she must never allow it to happen again. Now that she had "awakened" to the danger of betrayal residing in her own body, she would never again allow herself to get into a situation in which it would have the chance of becoming so powerful, through its own excitement, that it took command of her mind and overrode her conscience.
Suddenly there was a knocking at the window over to her left and her .head turned to see, beyond the parted curtain, Alicia and Belle, clad only in the bathing suits, peering into the room at her.
"Hello in there!" Alicia called out, laughing, her deep feminine voice muffled by the glass.
Mary saw where the tall woman's eyes were focused and blushed as she jerked the rumpled skirt down over her gold-haloed pink vagina and her semen-encrusted inner thighs. It was embarrassing to have them catch her like this, especially since Mary couldn't help remembering what her friends had been doing the night before. It was frightening ... as if she didn't really know them at all . . .
"We're going to Lookout Point, do you want to come?" This time it was Belle who spoke.
Mary could not face the idea of being with the two young women she had thought she had known so well. Her mind fumbled for an excuse. "How far is it?" she asked, sitting up and leaning back on her stiffened arms.
"Takes about an hour to get there, so I guess we'll be back in about three hours. In time for S lunch," Alicia answered, a strange smile playing over her lips, as if she knew something that she was not telling.
For a second Mary was tempted to go with them. After all, they were her friends, and what she had done the night before still seemed worse than what they had done. She was going to have to try to act natural with them if they were going to be able to remain friends. Yet that might be easier to manage in three hours than right now, so soon after she had awakened with the remembrance of last night's sensuality still fresh and lurid in her mind. Besides, an hour's hike held no appeal for her satiated body . . . and getting there was only half the journey.
"No, I think I'll putter around here," Mary called toward the window, managing a smile. "Have a good time."
"Oh, we will," Alicia giggled, which made no sense to Mary and left her with a disquieting feeling as the two women disappeared from the window. It seemed that some sort of wall of distrust had risen between her and the two best friends she had ever had - and as usual it was the fault of sex. As she scooted off the bed and into the bathroom to take a shower, Mary resolved to overcome that wall as soon as possible. It angered her that something so purely physical should play such a role in her emotional life, and she was going to put a stop to it by being as friendly as she could to the two women when they returned.
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"It worked," Belle whispered as they passed out of Mary's sight.
"Shhhh," Alicia hissed. "She still might be able to hear you."
They were walking fast down a wooded path surrounded by a lush profusion of trees and bushes of varied shades of green. The bird calls seemed muted in the cool quiet of the shade, harsher in the sudden pools of sunlight falling through breaks in the overhanging verdure. The two young women came to a fork in the path where a crudely lettered signpost pointed to Lookout Point off to the left and the Fishing Area to the right. Belle and Alicia giggled as they hurried unhesitatingly down the right fork.
"Five of nine," Belle said, becoming serious. "We'll soon find out if Frank and Dick did as well."
A thoughtful look came over Alicia's face as they walked, more slowly now, since the fork had been the rendezvous point.
"Listen, are you sure we're doing this the right way?" Alicia had heard Mary's cries of ecstasy in the bathroom the night before and had even witnessed the young blonde's cumming through the keyhole while Dick had plowed into her from behind. "If she's really coming around, why push it?" Her voice sounded eerily loud in the quiet forest.
Before her diminutive friend could answer her, Frank and Dick came around a bend in the path.
"What's the matter?" Frank taunted. "You getting cold feet?" He reached out and tweaked one of his tall wife's nipples through the light blue terrycloth of her bikini.
"Too bad if you are," Dick cut in, "because I'm going to fuck that stuck-up bitch, like we planned."
Belle laughed. "Don't worry about us. We'll keep Ted pretty busy while you do your stuff with Mary," she cooed, lowering her right hand to the crotch of her pink bikini-bottoms and lewdly rubbing her middle finger against her scantily covered clitoris.
"But you've got to do it right," Alicia spoke seriously, looking from one man to the other. "You could ruin everything if you're too rough."
"Rough?" Frank asked, a look of mock indignation on his broad features. "Would we be rough?" he reached suddenly to pinch even harder through the terry cloth at Alicia's other nipple, holding on for a second as she winced under the cruel pincering of the delicate flesh.
Abruptly he let go, the shadow of anger on his face fading away into another guffaw of taunting laughter. "With Pernod, who needs to be rough?"
"Sure," Belle cut in, "she'll be begging for it. Alicia, you know what it's like with a little of that aphrodisiac driving you crazy," she addressed the taller woman, who was now grinning in remembrance of times when she had felt all her nerve ends come to tingling life as a great aching need for cock grew inside her simmering, drug-stimulated belly.
Frank was impatient. "You take care of your side of this little deal, and we'll take care of ours. Okay?"
"It's a bit too late for second thoughts now," Dick chimed in, an obscene light flashing in his eyes. "After all, we're just trying to help out your friend by turning her on for good - right?"
"Not me," Frank snorted, eyeing his wife. "I've wanted to get inside Mary Contrary's squirmy little pants ever since I laid eyes on her. Right now I don't give a shit about any high falutin' motives," he rubbed the taut bulge of his cock through his swimming trunks, adding, "come on, let's get on with it - and you two be gentle with Ted. If he and Mary are gonna get back together, like you say you want, there's going to have to be a little bit of him left over!"
The husky man grinned salaciously at his wife and then turned to continue down the path, his wiry friend walking quickly to keep up with him. Alicia watched their backs until they disappeared around a curve in the path, growing excited despite her misgivings as unsummoned obscene pictures of what they would be doing to Mary flashed through her mind. Then she hurried to catch up with Belle, who was clearly so anxious to arrive at the bank of the lake where they were to seduce Ted that she couldn't be bothered to wait while the tall black-haired woman brooded about the consequences of what they were planning to do. Alicia felt her own doubts melting away as they neared the lakeside and she began daydreaming in erotic anticipation of the illicit sexual acts they were soon to perform with the husband of their best friend. In particular, a mind-filling vision of his rigidly throbbing cock grew in her brain, blanking out any twinges of conscience. What they were doing had to be done, but that no longer mattered in comparison with the importance of the slow-burning fire that was beginning to kindle up between her long, smooth-fleshed legs.
Ted sat on the end of the short wooden pier, his legs dangling off the edge. The sun lay hot on his burnished back and reflected off the gently shifting surface of the water, almost blinding him. He watched the small float that marked the place where his fishing line entered the water, gazing out of a face that was relaxed and content. Two medium-sized bass flopped intermittently in the large metal bucket beside him, and there was promise of more to come in the couple of hours before lunch. He didn't mind that Frank and Dick had gone off suddenly, claiming to be bored with the fishing and wanting to hike out to Lookout Point. They had been talking a little too loudly for the fish -and for his hangover - anyway.
Now the hangover was gone, and the fish had started biting, and Ted allowed the events of the night before to slide through his brain. Vision after inciting vision of sheer lewd sexuality greeted his mind's eye under -the morning sun, causing a stirring in his bathing trunks at the same time as waves of hope washed through him with their accompanying mood of contented happiness.
There was hope for his marriage after all! It seemed almost too good to be true, after all these months and years of frustration. And it was lucky it had happened now, at the moment when he had been pushed right to the edge of adultery and had even planned a seduction for today! It was good, instead, to sit here patiently fishing, knowing that tonight he and Mary would again find the gates of pleasure in each other's bodies and unlock them . ..
Ted's reverie was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him on the hollowly resounding wood of the pier. He swung his head around slowly and was surprised to see the approaching bikini-clad figures of Belle and Alicia growing rapidly closer until they were standing right next to him. He smiled up at them, putting the fishing-rod down on the rough wood beside him. "Out for a walk?"
"Sort of," Belle giggled, making Ted think that she had already been drinking, and it was only nine in the morning.
Craning his head to look up at them made him look almost directly into the sun positioned in the sky between their shoulders. This cast their faces into shadow so that he could not see their expressions, and in addition scalded his eyes, forcing him to drop them down along their voluptuous bodies to rest at their tiny bikini-bottoms at his eye-level.
The slight protuberance of their pubic mounds and the minute indentation in the cloth at the point of the "vee" where their pussy-flesh divided into barely outlined lips, was presented to his suddenly bulging eyes only inches away from his face. Something caught his eye and he stared more closely at the leg band of Alicia's terry cloth bikini, his cock suddenly jerking as he realized he was seeing three or four black pubic hairs curling out from the restrictive cloth against the tantalizingly smooth white flesh of her inner thigh.
Alicia noticed where his gaze was focused and felt a slight twinge of blissful anticipation deep in her belly. She and Belle had planned how they would seduce him, and he was already playing right into their hands. First she would make him jump.
"What do you think he's looking at, Belle?" she asked, as if Ted were meant to overhear but not be included in their conversation.
"I'd better look," Belle said, mock-seriously, leaning over so that her head was near Ted's before he had a chance to jerk his eyes away in embarrassment. She stared straight up between Alicia's invitingly sculptured thighs.
"You know, I think it's those little cunt-hairs," Belle grinned. "They're sticking out." She was laughing inside at the look of confusion on Ted's handsome face as his eyes raced from one to the other of his wife's friends. Then she reached out toward the taller woman's slightly parted thighs. This would get him.
"Do you want me to put them back in for you?" she asked, her fingers stopping barely two inches short of the blue terry cloth.
Ted's mouth dropped open in astonishment as his shocked ears heard Alicia whisper her thanks and his disbelieving eyeballs watched the tiny probing fingers of the chestnut-brunette beside him slip deftly under the terry cloth and very slowly brush the offending crinkly hairs neatly under the scanty covering. The fingers seemed to linger indefinably, almost sensuously, for a second, and then withdrew, their tips gleaming faintly with the moisture of Alicia's cuntal secretions!
Then Alicia was speaking again.
"Do you think he liked watching while another woman touched my pussy?" Alicia was enjoying herself, a secret smile playing over her lips as she watched the effect her lewd words were having upon the handsome, slender-bodied young man before her. There was something very exciting about being caressed by another woman while a man watched, almost as if they were putting on an act for him and him alone. It was especially good when she pretended she was doing it against her will, at the man's command, performing obscene perverse acts in fear of his wrath - just the thought sent a little thrill of lewd excitement racing through her as she felt Belle's answer, in the form of a caress, slowly tickling upward along the insides of her long legs.
"I think he wants me to stick my finger all the way inside you," Belle cooed, frankly watching Ted's face going through a series of conflicting reactions to the lurid spectacle taking place for his benefit. His eyes were locked on the smoothly stroking hand that was inching its way upward toward the inflamed juncture of Alicia's now trembling loins; and she saw him lick his lips nervously as she brought her painted nails tickling up to the sensitive upper region of the inner thigh, causing Alicia to sigh in anticipation above her. His head was still twisted up awkwardly, but the discomfort of his position did not seem to matter - he couldn't take his eyes from the lesbian caresses Belle's hand was ministering to the creamy columnar thighs - and Belle felt her own sexual excitement increasing as she looked forward to the second when her fingers would slither up into the hot depths of Alicia's hot wet cunt.
Ted did not know what had come over the two women, but he had never in his life seen anything so inciting as the second when Belle's fingers had tucked the hairs under Alicia's leg band. That alone had hardened his cock, but their incredibly obscene language had made his stiffening shaft twitch again and again, swelling to such a hardness in his trunks that he was too embarrassed to swing around to face them for fear they would see the kind of effect they were having on him ... he knew that he should just tell them that he was through fishing and was heading back to the house, but somehow he couldn't quite believe that Belle was going to finger-fuck Alicia right before his avidly watching eyes - yet if she was, the prurient thought formed in his brain, then he wanted to see it . . .
Belle saw that Ted's eyes were growing lust-glazed and knew that it was time to give him something genuinely stimulating to stare at. From above her she heard Alicia's slightly tortured voice whispering, "Stick it in me . . . " and she watched as one of the tall woman's hands reached down between her legs and pulled aside the stretchy material to open the way for her friend's entry from below, in the process revealing to Ted's ravenous gaze the pink glistening cuntal lips adorned by a black haze of damp hairs, less than a foot from his amazement-struck eyes.
Unable to hold back any longer, the tiny brunette used the nail of her middle finger to part the raw moist flesh of the hair-lined cuntal lips and, finding the drenched vaginal opening, skewered the full length of her middle digit up into the welcoming, warm-walled cavern that clamped around its sudden invasion.
"Ohhhhh," Alicia sighed above her and began grinding her lushly rounded hips to glean more of the delicious sensation while, below her, Belle started plunging the obscenely buried finger far into the viscous passageway, pumping her hand up and down, with the other fingers forming a fist, so that it looked as if she were beating her friend's pussy instead of thrusting her cock-like finger up into its boiling depths.
Ted thought he must be dreaming. Never in his wildest erotic visions had he seen the finger of one woman shoving up the soaking cunt of another, and swirls of heat gathering in his testicles showed him that it would not be long before he would be unable to stop himself from reaching out to add the full length of his own finger to Belle's up inside the slippery sheath of Alicia's squirming cunt. But suddenly a picture of Mary's face swam before his dazed brain, reminding him of his marriage vows and the sudden change for the better that had taken place the night before. For a short moment pangs of fidelity strengthened his resistance to the powerful stimulation of seeing the very tip of the red-painted nail appear on the outstroke among the ridges of clasping moist skin, the finger covered with a gleaming film of cuntal secretions brought from deep inside, and the slightly sadistic pleasure of seeing the finger suddenly jam back up inside like a rocket, with the dangerously sharp nail riding like a warhead at its tip . . . he rationalized that he would only watch what the two women did, without entering into their sexual play himself. . . after all, hadn't he caught Mary watching the two couples through the keyhole the night before? If she could do it, then so could he, and without thinking he was being unfaithful either . . .
He was wrenched from his reverie by the sudden removal of Belle's soaked finger from the other woman's cunt. Her hands reached to struggle with Alicia's tight bikini-bottoms, tugging them down over the resilient curving flesh of her thighs, every jerk revealing more of the mound of curly black hair and, finally, the swollen coral lips of her palpitating vagina. The bunching cloth suddenly slid the rest of the curving way down to her ankles, leaving Alicia's fully formed body half naked before Ted's lascivious gaze. At the same time he saw Alicia bending over Belle, who had gotten down on her knees, and excitedly undoing the clasp of the petite young woman's pink bikini-top. For a second his eyes tore away from the lewd vision of Alicia's lust-soaked, ragged pink cuntal flanges and riveted on the soft billowing of Belle's liberated breasts, fuller than he would have expected on such a diminutive woman and tipped with reddish-brown nipples. Alicia pulled the shoulder straps down over Belle's arms, at the same time stepping deftly out of the blue bikini-bottoms and setting her sandaled feet far apart on the pier. As she did so, Ted's attention was attracted back to the slight parting of the delicate, desire-moistened lips of her pussy, his nostrils twitching with the slightly pungent odor of woman wafting to them from less than a foot away.
Alicia stared down at him for a moment, feeling the firmly swelling mounds of her breasts heaving and quivering as tremors of greedy desire made her whole body shake. She wished he would turn around so her eyes could feast fully on the sight of the bulging erection pressing outwards against his swimming trunks. With a gesture of abandon, she reached her arms behind her and slipped the catch of her bikini top, shaking free of its restraint as it fell from her creamy-white breasts and slipped off the ends of her arms to the plank pier. Now she was completely and wantonly naked, and soon she was going to need more than a woman's tiny finger jabbing up into her, but for now, even that finger would be enough, just so she had something...
Then, suddenly, Belle's feminine lips pressed tightly against the naked flesh of her friend's quivering belly, causing the surprised woman to sway and almost fall with shocked astonishment. The sudden wet contact sent a chill of excitement racing up the length of Alicia's spine and she automatically reached down with both hands to grasp Belle's head to keep from toppling over. Her eyes glazed over with passion as Belle spoke lewdly into the flesh of her belly.
"Ted wants me to eat you, darling, he wants me to lick your cunt..." And then Belle dropped her lips down to the mound of Alicia's pubes, spreading the softly curling pussy hair with her thumbs and extending her female tongue up into the moistly flowering slit of the inflamed vaginal furrow.
"Ooooh God, yes..." Alicia moaned and jumped at the electrifying touch of the petite brunette's tongue against the tiny erecting bud of her clitoris. Through the mist of pleasure she heard her friend begging her to come down and saw her patting the rough wood of the pier at her knees.
"I want to kiss you between your legs," Belle was saying, her breath streaming hotly in teasing fashion across the agitated clitoral nub of the standing woman.
His head swimming, Ted watched as Alicia dreamily allowed the half-naked smaller woman to pull her aroused body down to the pier beside her, and he found that he had to turn around if he was to see what happened next. He swung his legs up and around, crossing them Indian-fashion, rationalizing that it didn't matter whether they saw he was excited or not since he wasn't going to get physically involved anyway. But, against his will, swirls of desire were building steadily in his scrotum just to see how hungrily the aroused Alicia stared at the straining bulge in his trunks, as if she could see right through the nylon to his clearly outlined pulsing cock-shaft.
Alicia felt her belly heave and quiver spasmodically as though the handsome husband of her innocent blonde friend had already sunk his hard throbbing cock deep into her quaking belly. Through pleasure-glazed eyes she watched Belle remove the lower half of her own bikini, rolling onto her back so that she could slip it from under her small, perfectly formed buttocks, and then drawing back her knees as she pulled the wisp of material around their sharp angle and then down off her tiny feet. Then suddenly Belle was pushing the taller woman onto her back and prying her thighs wider apart to clamber between them. Alicia could see the chestnut-brunette hunched on all fours between her side-splayed limbs, and felt an additional thrill going through her at the thought of Ted watching Belle's eager young face staring up at Alicia through the deep valley between the raven-haired woman's proud upstanding breasts.
Belle stared unbelievingly at the hair-covered "vee" of Alicia's totally exposed pussy, her mouth watering as her wide blue eyes locked on the spectacle of it grinding in tiny circles, writhing sensuously just below her waiting tongue. It added to her pleasurable anticipation to realize that Ted's lust-fired eyes would be watching like a voyeur's, then her mind and body became completely absorbed by the coming feast of moist female flesh that was being presented up to her hungry mouth. Saliva gathered in her throat at the sight of the rising vaginal juices in the delicious narrow split that began at the base of Alicia's smooth white belly and trailed down between the creamy twin spheres of her ass-cheeks where they pressed I tightly into the rough surface of the pier.
Ted knew that he should leave now because | soon he would no longer be able to control himself. It would be too much - a woman tonguing another woman! Oh God, Belle's face pressed tight up between thighs locked around her ears - female thighs! The sheer depravity of such a lesbian coupling stirred his increasing lust to greater heights. Involuntarily, as though to , quench the rising need, he brought his right I hand to bear on the taut bulk in his trunks, but the squeezing sensation only made him realize that he couldn't leave yet. Besides, his; weakening mind rationalized, he still had control over himself, and there was no longer any reason to be unfaithful to Mary.
Suddenly Belle's head dropped down between the larger beauty's widespread thighs and her hot moist lips closed over the gently quivering mound at the base of Alicia's heaving belly. Ted's mind reeled in mounting excitement as Alicia raised her head to watch in open-mouthed appreciation while the lust-inspired brunette planted wet tickling kisses on Alicia's still tightly closed cuntal opening, her tongue flicking knowledgeably out at the rippling slit. He could see that the raven-haired victim of this assault was beside herself with the agonizing delight of the sensation and, almost as if she were unaware of the effect her action would have on the male voyeur, her hands began to move sensuously down over her upthrust white breasts, sliding slowly down her smooth fiat-planed stomach and settling on either side of her squirming cuntal crevice. Her fingers stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of her inner thighs as the other young woman continued to rain the moist teasing kisses all over the tingling slit and then, with an impatient groan, she spread the fleshy hair-framed pussy lips slowly apart with her fingers, allowing Belle's hungry probing mouth complete access to her stretched seething vaginal hole.
"Oooooh, oh my God! Ooooh, Belle!" Alicia whimpered as the ministering woman's tongue suddenly shot out to flick its hot searing tip around the other's tautly erect clitoris. Her cries of mingled torture and ecstasy nearly drove the incredulous Ted out of his mind as he watched Alicia's elbows pressing convulsively against her ribs and her head tossing from side to side on the hardness of the wood under the teasing attack. His hand was still pressed to his nylon-covered cock and he began involuntarily to rub up and down on the rigid protuberance with a quick staccato motion, completely oblivious to whether or not the women saw what he was doing. He had never seen anything so inciting in his life as this lewd spectacle of lesbian oral sex, and it was all right if he was rubbing himself because Mary had been doing exactly that when he had walked in on her the night before. This way he would cum in his bathing suit and then he could leave with a clear conscience, because they had done, he was sure, the most stimulating things they knew of and still he had not been seduced into joining them.
But this proud appraisal of his fidelity began to dissolve into even greater depths of depraved excitement as he watched Belle, her searching tongue still laving the other woman's cunt, begin to swing her body around, climbing over Alicia's left leg until she had turned completely about and was lying alongside the taller woman with her own loins mere inches from Alicia's head and with her lapping tongue still buried in lust-soaked slippery cunt.
For a second Ted was puzzled as to what was going to happen, but then he saw a responsive grin appear on Alicia's passion contorted face as she stared into the inviting meal of hot pussy-flesh, open and moist with a light fringe of chestnut-brown hair, that Belle was offering her.
Ted watched in open mouthed amazement as the taller woman shifted in slow motion to her side and suddenly buried her pleasure-dazed face in the proffered coral valley, pressing her nose and chin hard into the slightly scratchy wetness, the hollowing and filling of her cheeks showing Ted that her tongue was slithering deep into the viscous clasping cunt in lesbian abandon.
The sun was bright on their lewdly sixty-nining bodies and the slight lapping of water at the piles of the pier mingled with the wild sucking sounds and incoherent groans of pleasure issuing from the throats of the two women. The last bit of resistance in the onlooking young husband vanished beneath the rising need of his massively throbbing cock to be sheathed in warm clasping cunt-lips while his own tongue ate greedily at a woman's subjugated pussy. At that moment it was as if Mary had never existed, or the sudden hope of last night had been erased from his thoughts, because his mind, to rationalize what he was about to do, grew angry at his wife again for the years of coldness.
It was in a fury that he stood up and jerked down his swimming trunks, releasing his burgeoning erect cock to the warmth of sunlight; it swung straight out, a slight glistening of seminal fluid at its tip. Then the slender muscular man dropped to his knees and, placing his hands on Alicia's thigh and Belle's shoulder, roughly jerked the petite woman's head from its nest in the larger woman's loins and pulled them apart at that end, while leaving Alicia's rocking head locked into her friend's pulsing cunt at the other.
Belle's frowning face was gleaming with the smeared juices of Alicia's lust-moistened vagina from which he had forcibly wrenched her, but he saw with a grim satisfied smile that her face suddenly brightened when she saw his heavy length of cock sprouting rigid from his hairy loins not five inches from her face. Down on one elbow, he stared into the seething mass of Alicia's pussy-flesh that was his for the taking in completion of the oral triangle. Without another second's delay, he dropped his head forward and slithered his tongue deep into the hotly clasping viscous depths of the cunt Belle had been ministering to only seconds before. Then he heard his raven-haired victim groan huskily from deep in her throat as the searching tip of his tongue suddenly began working its way up and down the length of the searing wet slit, starting in the black tangle of pubic hair and wriggling its way downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her craning vagina and into the crevice of her spasmodically clenching buttocks. The unfaithful young husband worked hungrily, feeling Alicia's wet cunt hairs grazing lightly against his clean-shaven cheeks as he waited for the mouth of the other woman to close like a honey-filled glove around his pulsing rigidity.
Belle's pleasure-glazed eyes stared at the thick rod of blue-veined cock protruding threateningly from his loins, the foreskin halfway back along its length exposing the bulb-shaped swollen head to her stunned, somewhat fearful gaze. Ted's desire-bloated balls lying in their sac of wrinkled flesh seemed impossibly huge from this close, and as always the experienced young woman felt certain that her mouth could not possibly hold all of the hardened bulk of throbbing cock without being burst open. This moment was the victory she and Alicia had worked for, but the passionate smaller woman could not suppress the slight twinge of fear that mingled with her pleasure at their success and the sheer lustful anticipation of sucking on the dangerous cock.
Suddenly she felt Alicia's maddening tongue twirling at the pin-point of her clitoris in a hypnotic rhythm that wiped out her fears with a sudden rush of sensual enjoyment. The tiny brunette dropped her head slowly forward like an automaton and suddenly her tongue flicked out at the young man's rock-hard penis, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny slit on the bulbous cock-head.
The abrupt, electrifying contact had been expected but it still took the hungrily licking Ted by surprise, sending chills rippling along his spine and bringing a groan from his pussy-drenched lips. The petite brunette was opening her mouth all the way and he felt it enclose the whole of his cock's sensitive head in a moist warm pressure, her lips tightening like the elastic mouth of a balloon around it just below the glans, trapping it securely inside her oral sheath.
"Christ!" he moaned, lifting his head from the burning wetness of Alicia's pussy for a second and staring down at Belle's contorted face. The inciting vision of his hard thickness of pulsing cock sunk halfway up between her ovalled lips increased the delicious swirling sensation of her probing tongue a hundredfold. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with her hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. She took nearly all of his impaling cock deep into her throat before beginning on the outstroke to suck greedily as if she could not let him go without trying to hold him back, the powerful suction causing sharp excruciating sensations in the very tip of his withdrawing member. Then his eyes flicked to the other juncture where Alicia was laboring enthusiastically, her mouth and tongue working animal-like between the parted lips of Belle's wide-open pussy, and he knew it wouldn't be long before all of them neared the bursting point as the stimulation of the lesbian oral coupling again wreaked havoc with his will power and drove him back to his own dog-like laving of Alicia's lust-heated cunt.
He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed wet flesh, stabbing at the clasping cuntal walls for a moment and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the ragged labial edges. He smiled inwardly as he felt the tall beauty's hands clawing desperately at his tousled black hair, trying to push his face right into the palpitating center of her demanding pussy. He let her force him exactly where she wanted him to go, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little holding in her squirming vaginal crevice.
As his lips circled and covered the defenseless contracting opening, Ted drove his long slippery tongue deep into the hot throbbing depths of her cunt and was rewarded by a low guttural crooning from the young wife whose firm creamy thighs clamped convulsively around his rocking head. He could feel the yielding wet flesh smoothly sheathing his stiff extended tongue as the inner walls of the invading vagina opened and closed in a tiny, greedy sucking motion as though Alicia's nibbling viscous cunt were trying to pull his tongue out by the roots, to devour it alive. His nose was smashed tightly against the clenching anal ring above, breathing in the sweet pungent odor of the female secretions that were now flowing in abundance from the pulsating open passage of her cunt. The tantalizing scent incited his mouth-sheathed penis to a hardness he could barely control convincing him that it could not be long before he exploded into a woman's throat for the first time in his life, spewing spurt after spurt of fiery white liquid into her choking mouth. Great swirls of heat began building deep, deep in his balls while he stared straight ahead of him at the glistening flesh of Alicia's desperately squirming ass-cheeks and licked like a demon gone mad at her hot twitching cunt as Belle's head bobbed slavishly over his cock below.
The three interconnected bodies bucked and labored over each other as overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality turned their oral triangle into an insanely writhing mass of heated flesh. The sounds of sucking and groans of pleasure erupted past wet straining mouths into the late-morning quiet of the calm sun-washed lake that lay peacefully, about them. The lewd sucking tempo was increasing as hoarse moans echoed in the still air and tiny beads of perspiration caught the sunlight on bodies entrapped in a mad spiraling of raw naked lust.
Belle's helplessly hungering body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle was tensed as she abandoned her hips to the obscene lesbian probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose bumps prickling her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as her head rocked up and down in greedy feast on the delicious cock between Ted's thighs. Her lips ovalled and sucked avidly in shameless delight under Alicia's skilled ministrations, her tight little buttocks twitching back involuntarily as the larger woman's darting tongue sent helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing through her raw nerves. She could feel Ted's penis swelling toward climax and automatically her body reacted by urging her tongue to swipe more furiously around and around the dilating glans, sucking even harder with her lips as her head's rocking became a staccato motion that sent his cock drilling ever faster right into the back of her throat.
Ted groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily into Alicia's lust-drenched pussy and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth.
Suddenly he gasped in abandoned realization that the moment was hers. A low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the searing welling semen begin its mad rush from the sanctuary of his balls and begin spewing in hot thick streams into Belle's sucking mouth. She labored insanely as though trying to eat all of him as he emptied his burning white sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands reached down and tangled cruelly in her brown hair, holding her head hard against his throbbing loins as he pushed his spurting cock all the way down into her throat, making her cough sporadically as she struggled to swallow his foaming load.
Abruptly the eagerly imbibing brunette began to stiffen, lifting her arched torso high off the grainy wood of the pier, forcing Alicia to raise her head a little to keep her mouth locked on her friend's pussy. The black-haired woman sensed that Belle was fast approaching her orgasm and worked even faster to bring her to the towering peak of ultimate sensation even as she felt Ted's tongue dive again into her own cunt, sending climax-sparking waves crashing through her raw nerve ends. She could feel the smooth wet cuntal walls pulsing spasmodically around his cock-like tongue as it fucked frantically into the seething depths of her burning vaginal interior. Belle came first.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhh!" she sobbed as the torrential peak of her pleasure seized her body so that she flooded Alicia's sucking lips with the warm wet juices of her overwhelming climax. The writhing Belle felt as though she were losing her insides as her orgasm gushed out around the other woman's still thrashing tongue, even as the last driblets of Ted's hot sperm pulsed into the climaxing brunette's mouth from his faintly jerking cock.
Alicia sucked hard at the parted vaginal opening and drank the slightly pungent fluid, savoring it like some vintage wine, the sweet lewdness of laving up and swallowing another woman's cum-liquids suddenly pushing her own straining body over the brink into the deepest abyss of sheer pleasure she had ever experienced. Her body shuddered around Ted's rigid tongue like an erupting earthquake, going on and on, deeper and deeper into her soul, far beyond thought into pure unutterable bliss, until finally she collapsed flat on her back, like the others, dropping her legs like lead weights on either side of her body. She couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to.
Equally exhausted, Belle and Ted also lay absolutely still for a few minutes as their breathing slowed and they savored the lingering traces of their orgasms, totally enveloped by the silence and the sullen heat of the noonward sun towering over them.
After a few minutes the mood of satiated contentment began to fade with the waning pangs of pleasure and was slowly replaced in Ted's mind by a growing awareness of the enormity of what he had just done with his wife's two best friends. If Mary ever found out, he would be in more trouble than any man could handle without becoming a cold-hearted monster in the process. Maybe she would be able to see the guilt in his eyes anyway . . . The last thing in the world he wanted was to hurt her... so it would be necessary to hide from her what he had done . . . and he could certainly never allow it to happen again . . .
Regret grew in him as quickly as remorse while he got heavily to his feet and began pulling on his swimming trunks - regret that he would never again be able to experience the sheer wanton bliss of acts like the one in which he had just participated - regret that he would never be able to share that kind of completely guiltless sexual ecstasy with the woman he loved.
The three of them were dressing silently on the sunlit pier as if they had already said all that needed to be said between them. He was sure they regretted as much as he did that they had gotten carried away in their sexual teasing. Neither of them would ever wish to hurt Mary, their friend, in any way, so he could be certain they would never purposely tell her what the three of them had been caught up in together this morning. From that angle, anyway, he was safe, he thought with a certain bitterness.
Suddenly Alicia dove off the pier and Belle immediately followed, splashing noisily as she broke the sun-mirroring surface of the water. For a second Ted was tempted to follow them - but then he set about gathering up the fishing gear instead, thinking it would be a good idea if he arrived back at the lodge before they did.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Mmmmm, you're right," Mary giggled, "it's delicious." She smiled at Frank and Dick gratefully, and took another long cooling drink of the licorice Coke.
The two men exchanged a knowing look, a triumphant light in their eyes. They had been lucky enough to find Mary, dressed in a short skirt and light cotton blouse, drinking a Coke at the dining room table. It had been simple enough to offer to add some licorice flavoring to the drink, and now it couldn't be very long before the sensational aphrodisiac effects of the mixture began to work their magic on the body of the beautiful young wife who sat across from them at the table.
The unsuspecting blonde felt a little uncomfortable sitting with the two men she had watched through the keyhole the night before. Both of them were clad only in swimming suits, and the sight of their bare hairy chests above the edge of the table drove her to recall the various positions in which she had seen their completely naked bodies. It made her even more uneasy to realize that they were sitting there with large grins on their faces, staring at her as if they were waiting for something. Something in their looks made her think of the cruel eyes of vultures, but quickly her mind dismissed the thought as a silly fantasy. Probably they were just waiting for her to break the silence. After all, it was then-business how they conducted their sex lives, and besides, it had been a friendly gesture on their part to offer her the licorice flavoring. She took another drink and it seemed to calm her nerves, spreading in cool delicious waves through her body.
"Where are Belle and Alicia?" Frank asked, and his voice sounded to Mary especially clear.
"Oh, that was silly," Mary flushed slightly, "I forgot to tell you. They went to Lookout Point."
"Lookout Point!" Dick exclaimed in surprise. "That's a long way. I didn't know they'd have it in 'em after last night!"
Now Mary really blushed, even though she realized that Dick had no way of knowing that she would understand what he was talking about. The nearly overt reference to the lewd sexual activities of the night before had a surprising effect on the young blonde, causing a strange fluttering sensation to begin deep in her belly. She crossed her legs under the table in order to quench the sudden tingling, but found to her annoyance that squeezing her thighs together only increased the troublesome feeling. - Now Frank was speaking again.
"Hey, that means they'll be gone a couple of hours at least." He was staring at Mary with a mocking glint in his eyes. "Well, what do you know about that, just the three of us here alone together."
Something in his tone made Mary look at him sharply, but at the second he abruptly pushed back his chair and stood up. Without realizing what she was doing, the innocent blonde let her green eyes travel down the brawny man's body and focus suddenly on the taut bulge in his swimming trunks just visible above the line of the smooth wooden table. What she saw kept her eyes locked there for more than a second.
Clearly outlined against the thin nylon was a thickness she could scarcely believe, even though she had seen his penis the night before. In that shocked instant, she found herself wondering how any woman could take such a huge awesome thing inside her without being split in two. And then she remembered that Belle had been cruelly impaled in the ass by that same, impossibly trunk-like cock. Last night she had been farther away, but this frightening sight was less than five feet from her eyes ...
She tore her glance away, only to find Dick staring at her knowingly. Oh God, if he had noticed where she had been staring... she would die of embarrassment. But instead she felt a strange excitement taking possession of her as Frank eased around the table and perched himself on its edge, staring straight down at her with his right leg drawn back sideways on the table and his left still touching the floor. Mary could not help noticing that this position spread his muscular hairy thighs in such a way as to stretch the crotch edges of his suit away from the skin, so that she could almost see into the darkness inside ... It would be so nice just to reach out and grab hold of the thick swell in his swimming trunks - the wanton thought came unexpectedly into her mind. He was so close that she thought she could make out the faint outline of his penis's bulbous head pressing up against the nylon. Then it occurred to the dazed young wife that she had been looking down at the nearby cock for a long time. If she wasn't careful they would notice and then they would realize what a powerful effect the closeness of his half-naked body was having on her - an effect she herself did not understand.
When she looked up, she found to her surprise that Dick had now come around to her other side and was half-sitting on the table edge in the same way that Frank was, grinning over at the brawny man with a look that Mary did not like transforming his features. Again her eyes traveled involuntarily downward to center of Belle's husband's swimming trunks, but she gasped at what she saw.
The wide splaying of Dick's slender muscular loins had partially lifted the leg bands of the straining swimming trunks along the inner thigh, but this time the light entered enough to present the startled blonde with a clear sight of some of the wrinkled hairy skin of his testicles! The urge to reach out and touch his balls was almost irresistible, a surge of lust passing through her belly like a tidal wave of unwanted desire. God, what was coming over her? she wondered, the thought echoing strangely in her mind as she wrenched her eyes away from Dick's loins, only to find that Frank had been staring at her the whole time.
Like those of a startled rabbit, her eyes flicked from Frank's face over to Dick's. The more slender man was gazing intently down at something below her chin, a leering gleam in his eyes. Hurriedly glancing down to see what was attracting his avid attention, Mary realized with a flush that from where he was sitting the boldly staring man could see right down her blouse to where her full-fleshed breasts were only half-covered by her lacy brassiere. Trying not to panic, Ted's wife calmly brought her right hand to her throat, pressing the blouse to her skin, but suddenly she was painfully aware of the nearness of the two almost naked male bodies and of the increasing excitement she could hear in their breathing. She could see plainly the continuing hardening taking place in their swimming trunks as her eyes were magnetically drawn first to one man's loins and then the other's. She told herself that there was no reason to be afraid, but the reassurance sounded weak even to her own drug-dazed mind, and it was completely shattered when Frank suddenly reached over and grabbed her left breast with his crudely groping fingers, kneading the pillowy mound through the thin covering of the blouse and lace brassiere.
Her body's reaction was shocking and violent!
Waves of excruciating pleasure spread over her drug-awakened flesh until she felt as though her raw nerve ends must be exploding along the surface of her skin. Centering in her nipple and breast, the electric tingling raced to her fingertips and feet and flowed back to her tightly clamped pussy like an alternating current. The hand at her throat pushed down to try to force Frank's teasing hand away, but her weak efforts had no effect and the lewd torture continued unabated. As the big man's fingers traveled to her other breast, the soft expectant nipple suddenly came to throbbing life, feeling as though it were being prickled by a thousand pleasurable needles. Her ass-cheeks ground desperately into the wooden chair in an attempt to put out the searing hot flames that seemed to be licking greedily at her moist panty-clad pussy.
The sweet licorice flavor of the Pernod drifted lazily through her bloodstream intensifying the new uncontrolled sensations beginning to course through her completely against her will. She had to struggle to sit still, her mind battling furiously against the tiny flicking sparks of delicious sensation that threatened to explode into violent blazing passion and devour her in her helplessness.
"Please stop that," she whispered, but even the young blonde herself was aware her voice did not carry conviction. Her eyes pleaded with Frank, then she looked away in shame, sure he could see the effect that his caresses were having upon her sexually awakening body.
Suddenly, from the other side, Dick's powerful hands closed in a grip of iron on her shoulders and pulled her roughly up out of the chair toward his now standing body. Disregarding her hands struggling against his chest, his arms crushed her to him as his hotly searching mouth came down on hers in a lewd passionate kiss. Mary groaned and feebly tried to squirm away for a sudden panicky moment, as she felt Dick begin to massage his palm into the resilient upthrust mound of her left breast, gently pinching at the nipple beneath her blouse.
Despairing of escape from his vise-like grasp, she allowed herself to go limp against him, surprised at the softness of his warm subversive lips against her own, as, once more, the little moth-like fluttering began to tingle excitedly through her belly. To her horror, even though she knew it was terribly, shamefully wrong, her senses suddenly began to awaken with desire for the tough-muscled slender man who held her, for the touch of his hard lithe body against her own. Dick's obvious, though clearly lecherous, desire for her aroused her even more, until she unconsciously stopped her vain struggles and pressed forward in an attempt to encourage him further with her suggestive grinding movement. Then, all at once Mary's confused mind was wrenched back to the reality of the moment.
Another cooler hand had jerked her blouse from the back waistband of the skirt and was slipping up under the light material, sliding smoothly around to her stomach and up over her bare ribs, then wriggling under her bra to cup her firmly yielding right breast. Sheer terror for a second wiped out the explosion of pure pleasure emanating from the lewd kneading of the defenseless mound and allowed her to try desperately to struggle free of Dick's iron grip, her whole being once again filled with revulsion at what was happening to her. But, standing behind her, Frank only chuckled darkly and again squeezed the breast he held at the same time grinding the stiff hard bulge in his swimming trunks into her skirt-covered buttocks, forcing the material to bunch into the quivering crevice while his friend held her firmly in his strong arms.
Suddenly Dick pinched cruelly at her hardening rubbery nipple, causing the young wife to grit her teeth in an effort to quell the sharp surge of sensation. She didn't want to give the two men who were taking advantage of the strange desire coursing unexpectedly through her the satisfaction of hearing their victim groan aloud with mingled pleasure and pain. Then, Frank's broad tongue flickered wetly into her ear from behind, making her forget her resistance of a moment before as she twisted lewdly back against his thick hard cock. While Dick held her so tightly that she could not help feeling his stiffening penis pressing into the soft material of her skirt, Frank's other meaty hand slid down over her hips and around them to suddenly clasp at the cloth covering the gentle mound of her vagina.
Now Mary could not ignore the unchecked rampaging sensations of pleasure that were beginning to race through her loins against her will. She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling with all her remaining will power against the forbidden excitement, but the knowing fingers teasing softly at her breasts, the searing lips smashing down into her mouth, the rock-like hardness of the two cocks digging into her trembling buttocks and belly, were all too much for the drugged blonde - and soft moans of helpless submission began to rise from deep in her heaving chest.
Nothing like this had ever happened to her before last night, but at least that had been with her own husband and the desires that had taken control of her had not included the wish to be fondled and caressed by two men at once. Ted was the only man who had ever touched her as intimately as she was now being touched by both Frank and Dick, and she had never even dreamed of experiencing the sheer wantonness of not caring who was touching her, just so the delicious feelings could continue unabated. Now for the first time, she was prey to the sensations of excitement and danger that accompany all forbidden pleasure and Mary was horrified and frightened as she realized the intensity of her own response to the men's dual manipulations.
"Shit, sweetheart, you're really built!" she heard Frank gasp appreciatively into her drug-sensitized ear. "I've wanted to get inside your pants for a long time, and I can tell you're going to want this fuck just as much as we do!"
"Oh, God, nooooo, please don't. . . please," Mary pleaded helplessly as she felt the deliciously obscene sensations of unwanted lust rippling across the surface of her skin at the very sound of the lewd word he had used. "No one ... but my husband ... has ever ..."
"Come off it, baby, you're not fooling anybody," he taunted hissingly into her ear. "We both saw the way you were eyeing our cocks, and we're just going to give you a little taste of what you wanted already. We just want to show you how much fun you can have being as bad as you want to. Yeah, being very, very naughty ..." he added as his fingers began to slowly gather up the hem of her short skirt.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried as she realized what he was about to do. "Please don't touch me there! Please!" She groaned and attempted to twist away, using all of her fading willpower to try to overcome the tingling vortex of sensation that was building in the depths of her belly.
Then her breath was drawn in with a sharp gasp as she felt the hem of her light cotton skirt graze across the very tops of her thighs and his obscenely probing fingers suddenly come in contact with the smoothness of her exposed flesh. Lightning-like sensation flashed over the milk-white skin of her loins as she felt Frank's finger slowly worm its way under the tight elastic leg band of her nylon panties. The finger slyly insinuated itself forward from the rear of her quivering cunt, his touch teasing thrillingly at the sparse covering of pubic hair. Her bare arms were securely pinioned against the chest of the wildly excited Dick who was still holding her tight as she wriggled frantically, trying to escape the two husbands and her own mounting lust.
It was a hopeless struggle against their, overwhelming strength and her own body's betrayal of her moral values. She sobbed helplessly as Frank's fingers played for a moment up between her thighs; then suddenly one of them curled up into the defenseless moist pussy-slit, parting the soft pubic hair, the fingernail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, immediately sending it into throbbing erection. Completely humiliated by her own reaction, the drugged young wife knew that her cunt was moist and slippery from the unwanted desire that was permeating her whole being, and she breathed deeply to restrain the groans of agonized pleasure that threatened to betray the effect they were having on her. That would be too horrible - and it was a satisfaction she could not allow them if she was to maintain even the slightest trace of her self-respect.
The beautiful blonde trembled with involuntary delight as she felt Frank's finger move deeper up between her thighs, opening the ragged lips of her pussy to circle tormentingly around and around and finally slip through the clasping elastic mouth of her cunt to ignite tingling explosions in all her shattered nerve ends. The rigid shaft of Frank's cock wedged insistently into the valley between her defensively clenching buttocks, and Dick's stone-hard member seemed like some kind of angry weapon pressing mercilessly against the yielding flesh of her lower belly as he rubbed his hips rhythmically against her torso. The two hands on her breasts, one still outside and one stuck up under her clothing, were squeezing and pulling at the tender throbbing flesh with a nearly hypnotic regularity that matched the motion of Frank's thick finger sawing maddeningly in and out of her hot contracting vagina.
Suddenly, the young wife's will power broke like a snapping backbone, and she knew she couldn't deny the surge of lust any longer, could not ignore the fiery tension that was dulling her mind and making her feel as though she were going to burst into wild searing flame at any second. It no longer mattered who the men were, or who she was - what counted was the gnawing emptiness in her belly that needed to be filled, that would drive her right out of her mind if some pulsing length of hot cock flesh were not driven deep into her - and soon.
Without conscious thought, Mary began to moan softly, urgently murmuring, "Yesssss! Oh please ... I want to . . . yesssss!"
As if those words were a signal that her friends' husbands had been waiting for, they immediately loosened their holds on her impassioned body and Mary felt one of them working feverishly at the side zipper of her skirt while the other tore excitedly at the buttons of her blouse. The stunned blonde no longer struggled, but stood mute, almost impatient herself, as they stripped her of her clothing, Frank unfastening her brassiere while Dick almost ripped her white lace-trimmed bikini panties in his impatience to pull them down her legs.
At last the two men stepped back, studying the result of their work, leaving Mary standing by the large table and feeling their heated gazes searing across her defenseless nakedness. They stood a few feet away from her, obviously moved by the tautly curved magnificence of her trim figure and smooth creamy-white flesh. Despite herself, Mary could not help feeling a certain pride well up in her as their awed eyes took in every generously rounded line of her body, her contours bathed in the soft sunlight filtering into the room.
Dick gasped, "God, you're beautiful!" and the sincerity in his voice made Mary want them more than ever. It made them seem more like friends, with whom she was going to share the loveliness of her flesh, and she wanted them to enjoy her as they wished since their eyes told her how much they would appreciate the privilege.
"Oh God . . . yes . . . please . . . Frank . . . Dick ... I need you . . . now," the drugged blonde whispered brokenly, not knowing what she was saying or even what she wanted them to do, but hoping they would understand better than she did.
The triumphantly grinning Dick turned her body around and, clamping his hands tightly around her breasts, backed her toward the edge of the table. As the slender man, barely taller than herself, manipulated her beautiful breasts as though they were nothing more than the handle bars of a motorcycle, Mary felt the surprising thrill of a strange new kind of excitement. In that moment it seemed to her that she wanted to be used, to be taken forcefully and even humiliated by the two husbands of her best friends. She wanted to turn herself over to them, to let them be her ruthless guides in the long climb up to the highest peaks of passion.
Suddenly a startled look came over her face as she fell back onto the table under the force of Dick's insistent pushing. Tremors surged through Mary as her bare buttocks landed on the table, the contact with the cold wood exciting her warm flesh. Her body was tremblingly alive with sensations and desires she had never before known. Never had she experienced such depraved wanton craving, and her belly quivered and heaved as though she already had one of the husband's hard, lust-bloated cocks buried deep up in her burning vagina. Her gaze met the lust-crazed eyes of the smaller man standing before her, then quickly flicked past him to where Frank stood, an expression of lecherous triumph on his heavy-featured face. The latter's expression unnerved her, made her feel like nothing more than war booty, and suddenly she felt another tremor of fear in the face of her own wildly uncontrollable passion.
"No, don't, please . .. wait... I can't," she moaned, knowing that pleading and begging was her only chance, because she no longer had the strength or will to resist them for long.
"But you're wrong, Mary," frank taunted her, "you can. You can let us touch you and fuck you and fuck you, and Ted'll never find out."
Frank's mention of her husband's name would probably have strengthened her resistance had not Dick chosen that second to lean over and kiss one of her diamond-hard nipples, driving the taunting words from her consciousness with a whip of pure sensation as he enclosed the erected bud with his mouth, swirling his tongue thrillingly over the tender sensitive flesh. Mary groaned involuntarily at the exquisite titillation, yet still had enough of a sense of the immorality of what she was doing to attempt to twist away from the sudden exciting contact, but his hands, playing over her quaking thighs and hips, held her firmly down against the cool table. She gasped breathlessly as he began to nibble and suck at the erect pink tips of her nipples, causing a blissful tickling that descended feather-like all the way down to her loins. The pinioned blonde's breathing quickened and, in unconscious reaction, her ass-cheeks began a slow impatient grinding down into the slick surface of the table.
Mary's eyes closed in pure rapture as Dick's middle finger slid deep into her lust-soaked cunt and she began to provocatively writhe her hips up against the probing digit. A final passing sense of shame at what she was doing swept over her, even as the prurient quivers agitated her body, while slowly and rhythmically, the slender man thrust his finger deeper and deeper up into her moistly throbbing vaginal slit. She tried valiantly to writhe from his grasp, to make a last desperate effort to stave off the seduction she felt at least half responsible for, but the pressure of the grinning man's strong male grip was altogether too much for her to resist in her present passion-torn state of mind. She had forgotten about Ted, forgotten about everything in the world except for the sheer erotic bliss of being touched by this worldly man with his lean lusting body, and feeling him skillfully manipulate her tingling flesh to ever greater heights of mounting desire.
The lovely blonde wife watched in undisguised delight as the short, trimly muscled man reached down with one hand and began yanking his swimming trunks off. She held her breath at the sudden sight of a dense mass of curly pubic hair; then suddenly she heard Frank speak up from behind his friend.
"Not so fast, Dickie my boy. What's your hurry? Before we fuck her, why don't we make sure that she's really hot for it?"
Uncertain of the meaning of the big man's words, Mary lifted her head from the table and peered forward through the haze-like effect of the drug to observe with a start that Frank had quietly removed his own swimming trunks while Dick had been greedily fondling her naked body. Drunk with passion, she let her gaze wander boldly over his broad, hard-muscled body, beautifully tanned and firm until it reached the impossibly thick stiff penis standing out from his hairy pelvis. Through lust-glazed green eyes, Mary saw that the man who had never seemed to her particularly handsome during the years she had known him, now appeared incredibly masculine and desirable. At the sight of the huge rock-hard cock, her eyebrows went up and her smoky eyes again widened in disbelief while Frank's arrogant lewd grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the wedge-shaped blood-engorged head, causing his dangling, hair-covered testicles to sway gently between the muscular columns of his thighs.
"A little bigger than what you're used to. But don't worry, we'll get it in somehow," Alicia's husband snickered delightedly as Mary almost choked with the shock of viewing the immense throbbing shaft of male flesh. Frank glanced at Dick for a second, then grinned salaciously at the smaller man's obvious impatience. "This won't take long, you fucker. It'll give you a chance to get your pants off, and I'll have this little babe begging for a taste of your cock!"
It was with clear reluctance to give up the lushly contoured body for even a few minutes that Dick stepped back ' from the table. Immediately, before the shorter man had a chance to change his mind, Frank moved closer, grasping Mary's shoulders to push her down until she lay flat on her back on the table, her knees dangling uselessly over the edge. Above her, the powerful man seemed larger than life to the cringing uncertain blonde as he stared lustfully down at her, his lascivious eyes feasting lewdly on every swelling curve of her ripe female form. His huge hands moved down over her torso to clasp the firm white flesh of her sloping hips and she felt herself being slid along the smooth wooden table until she was completely stretched out on the cool hard surface. Then she was suddenly aware of the crude hands on her thighs, pressuring her legs apart with a sudden jerk.
Quickly, before she had time to think of clamping her legs together, Frank climbed up onto the table and positioned himself on his hands and knees between her wide-splayed limbs, grinning up at her through the deep valley of her cleavage like a taunting beast of prey about to lunge at its helpless victim and devour it whole in a savage obscene feast. Before her dazed brain quite realized what was happening, Dick's voice exploded the horrible truth across her brain.
"Hot damn! Suck it, man, suck her cunt! Let's see how she likes it!" she heard the wiry man urging his friend. Mary twisted her head to see if he too was naked, but before she could locate him back behind the hulking body of Frank, she suddenly quivered in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure as she felt hotly clasping lips close over the palpitating mound at the base of her belly.
"Ooooooooh, nooooo! Oh, Gooooodddddd!" she whimpered as he planted wet teasing kisses on the ragged flanges of her pussy, his tongue flicking whip-like at the tiny coral vaginal opening. Her blonde head lifted from the table and she watched in mounting excitement as the head rocked up and down in greedy feast between her legs, the vision of his face buried in her contracting cunt increasing the pleasure a thousand times. She began to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little circular motions trying to get more of the delicious sensations, but the man held back - taunting her with sharp little stabs of his tongue against the tiny red bud of her now erect clitoris.
Without conscious volition, she moved her own hands sensuously down over her throbbing breasts to the smooth flat plane of her stomach until they came to rest on either side of his tantalizing lips. Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then, no longer able to bear his cruel teasing of her tingling cunt, she moved her fingers and slowly spread the wet swollen lips of the squirming furrow far apart, allowing his hot ravenous lips and tongue complete access to the smooth glistening center of her lust-soaked vagina.
Quaking convulsively with expectation, Mary jammed her elbows tightly against her ribs and jerked uncontrollably as Frank's attacking tongue snaked out, its stiffened tip circling the shivering raw nerve of her clitoris. Then, suddenly, the breath emptied from her heaving body in a great gasp as she felt his lips begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her pussy-slit deep into the hot cavern of his mouth as his tongue continued to work maddeningly against the straining bud of her clitoris. The sensations were almost more than the young wife could bear and she groaned throatily as the probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow coral cuntal furrow, starting at the lower belly and skimming down, down over the tight-rimmed opening of her excitedly clenching vagina and into the clenched crevice of her spasmodically gyrating buttocks.
Frank grinned wickedly to himself in lustful glee as he flicked the tip of his tongue into the little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her streaming cunt.
"Uuuuungh . . . ooooooohh!" Mary grunted as he stabbed into the tight fleshy ring and a wave of tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and swollen heaving breasts. Then he stabbed again and the wet searing intrusion into the sensitive rubbery opening brought soft mewling sounds of lewd pleasure from between her passion-clenched teeth. Her hips ground frantically down into the hard surface of the table as new, unfamiliar sensations went racing through her body.
Frank was working hungrily, delighting in the sensation of the curly pubic hair grazing gently against his cheeks and the viscous secretions of her boiling cunt smearing his face. A feeling of pure power was rising in him as he ground his nose deep into the pungent perfumes of her flame-seared vagina. After all this time of being looked down on as some sort of crude, uncultured man by his wife's friend, Mary, it was he who was seducing her into complete sensual abandon by the most refined of means: nothing rough or crude, just the soft teasing of his skillful tongue. Before long he would have this stuck-up young wife squirming and begging for more, completely at his mercy, and that would prove once and for all his superiority over the beautiful desirous woman.
Her groans were driving his tongue to move even faster as it worked its way up and down the upraised cuntal crevice. He had wanted her pleading for it when they were ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. It was important, he knew, that she get so excited and revved up that she would never slow down into her silly puritanism again - but he had never seen a woman get so hot so fast, even with Pernod helping her along, and this sexy little bitch was going to get all she wanted - and more! He knew that she was no longer in any position to fight them, and crazy random pictures flashed through his incited mind of all the strange obscene things they could do to her.
He felt her hands desperately clawing at his hair, and chuckled in lascivious delight as she guided his face hard down against the palpitating opening of her cunt. Just to make her suffer a little, he ran his tongue into the hot clasping depths for only a second and then withdrew it to tease again at the wide-stretched pink edges.
Frank was too excited by the spiraling sense of his domination of the taut-bodied young wife to be able to hold himself off for long. With an animal-like groan of surrender, he let her force him directly down over her tight little cunt up between her flexing thighs. His sucking lips enclosed the hungrily pulsating opening and he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low husky groan from the woman whose supple thighs now closed in convulsive surrender around his rocking head. He could feel the moist flesh encase his probing, out-thrust tongue, clamping around it with a greedy nibbling motion as though trying to draw him deeper and deeper into her.
Mary's body felt as though it were being struck by flash after flash of pure lightning. Her legs flew out around Frank's intruding head, her feet beating down onto his back, and his mouth and tongue worked with increasing wildness at the widespread pussy slit. Her hips kept jerking forward involuntarily, burying the searing tongue to its roots again and again. Every muscle in her body was taut as it strained upward toward that incredible laving up between her legs. Drug-contorted pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the loud sucking noises that Frank was making at her drenched pussy. For a passing second she wondered how she would ever be able to face Ted again after allowing her body to be used by her best friend's husband crouching on all fours between her open legs. But passion was building in her body faster than she could control it, and any thought of the consequences of what she was doing was overwhelmed by the delicious darts of pleasure piercing her flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at the open pink welt of her cuntal entrance and tendons in her neck and legs pulled taut as she strained desperately to draw the tousled head even farther into her steaming upthrust pussy.
Through the bright haze of her desire she suddenly distinguished the wry cocky smile on Dick Carper's face as he grinned down at her, and she shut her eyes tight while the swirls of sensation that were turning her body into an uncontrollable, writhing mass of pleasure started to build and build. Nothing mattered now but the tiny licking sparks of delicious fire that were shooting hotly through her loins.
"Oh, no! Wait! Come back. . . !" she suddenly moaned as the wonderful ministrations of Frank's tongue abruptly stopped, just as she was about to explode in a soul-shattering climax. Her eyes flew open and she saw the heavy man crawling off the table, being hustled away from her by the impatient Dick. The young blonde wife was so shamelessly aroused that she did not even look twice at Dick's salacious grin, but cried out again and reached down to try to pull Frank back onto the table. She no longer cared how wanton she must seem, she was so close... so close! "Come back..." she whimpered, knowing she would cum in another few seconds if only Frank would just get on with his remorseless licking and sucking of her wet gnawing pussy. Almost before she knew it, Dick was crouching over her, his face above hers, and she raised her head so that her eyes could look greedily at his rigid heavy cock jutting thickly from his kneeling body above her. Beside her, she saw Frank moving closer to the table, his chin and upper-lip still gleaming from the mingled juices of her cunt and his own saliva. The sight of his glistening face reminded her of her frustration and her loins began to grind frantically into the air, searching for the hard, lust-bloated tip of Dick's rampant cock. Suddenly there was nothing in the world but the aching need, the horrible void between her legs, and she wanted to fill it now!
Looking up at the good-looking husband of her friend Belle, Mary groaned in dismay at what his face told her. He was grinning down at her agony of passion in smug delight, as if he knew exactly how much she wanted him and planned to tease her a little before giving in. Mary lay with her thighs wide open, her breath gasping out in machine-gun bursts of excited air. Her belly quaked and heaved as she rotated her hips trying to capture the bulbous head of his cock in the trap-like flanges of her moistly throbbing cunt. But the heavily breathing Dick carefully eluded her and instead leaned over and let his lips roam wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, making her ass-cheeks grind down even more impatiently into the slick surface of the table.
"Jesus, you're a hot little bitch!" he gasped in simple awe as he lifted his head from her ample chest. "Ted's a lucky man," he added, the envy in his voice forcing Mary to the painful, slightly guilty reflection that Ted had only once seen her this excited, so that maybe he wasn't as lucky as these men thought. In the midst of her passion, she wondered for a second if her own attitudes about sex had been wrong all along. Then her thoughts were cut off by a sudden change in Dick's tone of voice, the lust clearly shining in his eyes as he said, "But you're a lucky girl, because I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
Mary stiffened under the prodding of the obscene words. Their very lewdness excited her for reasons she didn't understand, but the feeling of guilt was beginning to return to her mind. What would happen to her if Ted suddenly walked into the room? she wondered in sudden terror, and the thought took root in her brain and grew.
"Let me see you move that ass of yours, bitch!" he breathed hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you right out of the ball park!"
"Please . .. no . .. Dick ... I can't," she began, almost whimpering in the torment of the struggle between her passion and her guilty fear. But then, the slender man lowered his body several inches and she felt his white-hot fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her craving, wide-stretched pussy-split. The twitching head of his cock rested throbbing between her clenching buttocks, then worked its way up and down in an arousing teasing motion that caused her once again to squirm her hips up toward it, all doubt draining in a rush from her mind.
Dick could feel her sudden abandon and grinned triumphantly.
"All right, take hold of it and guide it in!" he ordered, and was rewarded for his patience as she moaned and reached down in complete submission between their bodies to wrap her fingers around the stiff shaft of burning cock, but then she hesitated as though suddenly fearful of its size.
"Go on, put it in!" he snapped impatiently above her.
Trembling half in terror and half in desire, Mary drew the steel-hard penis up the canyon of her buttocks to the passion-drenched cunt-hole, using the thick rubbery head to part her pussy's full fleshy lips, the searing contact sending further shivers of pleasure raging through her body. She held Dick's cock in place at the entrance to her boiling cavern and placed her free hand on his muscular buttocks, tugging with all her strength to pull his rigid projectile into her so that it could put out the painful need that was burning out of control in her quivering belly.
It was all Dick could do to keep from shoving forward now and impaling the beautiful squirming young wife on his aching cock, but he managed to hold off, smiling obscenely above her as he tried with all his will power to taunt her for a few moments longer.
Then, suddenly, the grin on his face was wiped off and replaced by a contorted expression of sheer unadulterated lust. He couldn't take it anymore, staring down at this exciting, lush-bodied woman writhing frantically beneath him like a bitch in heat, with the head of his nearly bursting cock just barely disappearing into the soft golden hair of her squirming pussy.
He had to fuck her! He had to! Now!
He dropped forward, crushing her vulnerable breasts against her chest as he thrust his hips harshly forward, sending his streamlined cock far up into the hungrily clasping walls of her cunt like a guided missile that nothing could stop. It seemed to drive into her forever, until suddenly with a loud groan his balls smacked their full weight against the upturned globes of her buttocks and his pelvis rammed with a bone-shattering jolt into hers, his hard tanned stomach clapping flat against the yielding softness of her belly.
With sudden astonishment, Mary realized that the seemingly huge cock had slipped easily into her desire-drenched vagina without pain and she strained forward against him, trying to get even more of his wonderful rigidity into her insanely contracting cunt. She writhed her hips from side to side around the thick impaling member, her vagina dilating as her passion mounted, but he was not big enough to satisfy the wild cravings created in her by the aphrodisiac and the two men's intensely skillful tauntings and caresses. Groaning in frustration, she kicked her legs wider to allow him greater access, but nothing did any good as the lust-goaded man, unaware of her dissatisfaction, began skewering his desire-crazed cock in and out of her, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her when his pelvis hammered against her upthrust loins with each savage thrust. Then, Mary moaned again: he was driving her toward climax by the furious pummeling of her body alone!
The drugged blonde wife bucked insanely beneath him, gyrating her upraised ass faster and faster in a wild race for completion. But, abruptly, she felt the slender man's plunging cock stiffen and swell without warning. Her crazed pelvic motions had been too much for him and he could not hold back any longer- "No! No! Wait.. . Don't stop!" she cried in sudden desperation, but it was too late. With a soul-wrenching moan, he gave one last crushing thrust into her burningly dilated cunt and began shooting his premature load of lava-like cum deep up into her straining belly. The frantic woman tried to slow his stream with the tight grinding of her seething pussy-slit up against his pelvis as she clenched her buttocks tightly together, but her very desperation defeated her purpose. The wild contractions of her cunt milked out the last drops of Dick's sperm until, with a final gentle jerk, the last of his white-hot cum spurted deep inside her aching womb.
Belle's slender husband rolled limp and drained from Mary's still straining loins, an obscene thin string of sticky cream-white fluid trailing from her trembling thigh over the edge of the table to the tip of his cock where he had collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. Then a miracle happened - suddenly there was another form hovering over her like a storm-cloud of male flesh. Her head lifted from the table and, through the haze of unfulfilled need, her eyes focused on Frank's penis extending from his loins like the trunk of an oak tree. Her heart quailed in fear, realizing that the sight of Dick fucking into her defenseless, lust-possessed body had swelled his cock to seemingly monstrous proportions.
It would split her in two! All desire dissolved from her mind in a horrible moment of utter terror at the thought of what the huge cudgel would do to her vulnerable pussy.
"No . . . no!" she whimpered. "You'll kill me . .. you're too big .. . " she gasped, her eyes growing wide with bright stark fear.
Alicia's brawny husband just stared down at Mary with mocking amusement in his eyes. "Bigger than Ted's?" he taunted, chuckling with evident enjoyment of his own cruelty. "Don't worry, sweet thing, it may take a while, a little bit of pushing and grunting, but we'll get it in all right... And when we do, you're going to really know what fucking's all about!"
Without further delay, Frank lowered himself down across her belly, the hardness of his cock surging hotly against her stomach. He lurched his body downward until the bulb-shaped, gleaming head pressed open the sperm-drenched lips of her shuddering vagina. Mary closed her eyes tremulously as she felt its first thrilling -and terrifying - contact with her still-unsatisfied pussy. For what seemed like an eternity, the young blonde held her breath, not daring to make a single move that might spark him into action.
But there was to be no escape.
He pushed. Mary gasped as she felt the soft lips around her throbbing cuntal opening being forced aside. The elastic rimmed vaginal tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the relentless pressure of Frank's thrusting hips.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhh!" she groaned from the harsh pain, her eyes screwing shut, as the huge, lust-engorged cock-head slipped suddenly through the cruelly distended cuntal ring, making her feel as though her thighs were about to split apart from the constant outward pressure.
Above her, Frank shoved again, harder, and the tortured young wife tossed her head wildly from side to side on the hard wood table as the formidable shaft of cock-flesh sunk another cruel inch inside her.
"Aaaagh! Oh God! Stop! You're killing me!" The sound of her agonized pleas was music to Frank's listening ears. He liked that. He took sadistic delight in the cries for mercy that were almost always forced from women by his heedlessly rampaging cock. He wanted Mary to know that he could bring her to her knees any time he wanted, that there was nothing more powerful than his own mammoth inflamed cock. It would pay the little bitch back a little for all the years she had spurned him, looking down on the supposed crudeness of his manners and sense of humor. He grinned in triumph above the excitingly writhing mass of delicious female that was his to do with as he pleased. Then he suddenly flexed his hips forward again.
"Aaaaaaggghh! Please, no! You're hurting me! You're hurting me!" she cried in agony, feeling as though her delicate cuntal lips were being stretched to the point of tearing. Her eyes jerked open and she saw him grinning sadistically down at her. In shocked fear, she realized that he was enjoying her pain, savoring it like a heady wine. He was killing her and enjoying it! He was delighting in the spectacle of her suffering under his merciless cruel impalement of her defenseless passageway!
Her pain-glazed eyes saw his mocking grin abruptly fade as she felt him grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees and shoving them roughly back against her breasts, knocking the breath out of her lungs as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders so that her ankles were wedged tightly behind his neck.
Before the drugged blonde's mind had time to register sudden terror, Frank, his face a mask of savage lust, rammed forward with every ounce of strength in his hips and thighs, sinking the lust-bloated cock harshly all the way into her. It surged forward, driving the smooth moist flesh of her cuntal walls in quivering waves before it, deeper and deeper until suddenly she felt his balls swing down and slap tightly against her squirming anus as she jerked her buttocks frantically against the table in a useless attempt to avoid the vicious impalement.
"Aaaaagggghhhh God!" she screamed, writhing compulsively in sheer blinding, inescapable pain. Her skewered body was pinioned helplessly against the hard slick surface of the table, with Frank's outstretched arms pinning her shoulders and the muscular weight of his body crushing her knees back into her breasts. Mary felt as though her pussy had been torn into a million tiny filaments of flesh, as though his cock was about to push its way out of her throat as its thick rubbery head pressed hard against her cervix. She could feel every vein and ridge on the hot iron of flesh perfectly as it completely filled and stretched the vulnerable inner recesses of her cunt, twitching and throbbing inside her until she was certain it would jerk too hard and rip right through the tortured walls into her quaking belly.
Frank felt confident that she had never been so utterly filled, and he gloated to himself as he lay still for a moment, keeping her pinned in the lewd and humiliating position. A lascivious grin was on his lips as he watched her from above. The face of his wife's beautiful friend was twisted with the pain of that first brutal thrust, but she kept her body absolutely still, as if afraid that the slightest movement would fill her with unimaginable pain. Her palms were against his hips, clearly trying to hold him back from driving the thick blunt cock any further into her agonizingly stretched pussy.'
Carefully he looked down between their bodies to where his curly pubic hairs were entangled with the pale golden flowering of her pussy-mound, the thick stump of his heavy member barely showing outside the moist pink furrow he had tongued into fiery receptiveness before Dick had fucked into it. Dick was looking too, and Frank could not help a certain feeling of pride as he realized how jealous Dick must be of his cock's ability to stretch the ragged coral lips almost beyond endurance.
Mary writhed miserably beneath him, feeling the hot tearing pain lessen a little as her distended inner cavern slowly accustomed itself to the massively intruding cock. She flexed her buttocks in a renewed but again futile attempt to dislodge the invading member, the clenching of her belly muscles only seeming to excite Frank more and cause the heedless cock to plow even deeper into her vainly resisting passage.
Then, despite the continuing pain, the need of her body began to assert itself again, demanding the fulfillment it had been denied for so long. The hard balled fist of his cock's head was pressed against her cervix and she could feel every hot wet fold of flesh along its length. The tickling hairs of his balls dangled in the crevice of her buttocks and she could smell the rich pungent odor of Dick's sperm where it had trickled out of her vagina and dried along the split of her ass-cheeks. Suddenly all these sensations seemed to roll together into one great mass of fiery need and her cunt began contracting involuntarily as new lascivious thoughts began flashing across her brain. It was as if the pain had been miraculously transformed into only an infinitesimal part of the greater pleasure her body had been seeking for what seemed like hours.
Suddenly Frank covered her mouth with his own searching lips, slithering his greedy tongue deep into her throat, stifling the low groans of commingled pleasure and pain forming in her chest. His thick-set shoulders pushed against the backs of her rounded calves and kept her locked in that position as he began plunging a series of long spearing strokes into her suddenly reawakening loins. The delicate moist walls of her cunt began to clasp around his fleshy stake hungrily, her hips lifting upward to devour the full length of Frank's stocky, lust-hardened cock. His big balls flailed into the semen-moistened crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she began a slow rhythmic undulation to meet the hulking man's long skewering strokes.
Reaching down, he insinuated his hands between the table and her full white ass-cheeks, cupping the lush orbs in his spread fingers and palms, pulling them far apart as he kneaded the warm firm flesh. The half-moons were flexing and unflexing, responding wantonly to the lustful manipulations of his working fingers. He jerked them harder to his loins and gloated in triumph as he felt her pulling her thighs farther back toward her belly, allowing the wet slippery hold of her cunt to flower open to swallow his thrusting cudgel to greater and greater depths.
The pain had disappeared almost completely now and Mary's tongue worked and slavered up into Frank's mouth as small mewling sounds of moist delight rumbled up from her chest. Her leg muscles quivered in uncontrolled abandon, and the tendons in her neck and thighs stood out hard and taut as she writhed in salacious submission beneath him. There was nothing left in her pleasure-illumined mind but the delicious sensation of lying here beneath this brawny sweating man, her best friend's husband, who was fucking her into an oblivion of depraved sensuality.
Frank could hear the wet flat smack each time his belly clapped against her stomach as the full pulsating length of his incited cock sunk completely into her greedily sucking vagina. Suddenly he withdrew his deeply imbedded cock farther and farther, until just the tip of the head rested teasingly within her. Then, with perfect timing, he rammed forward with all his strength to draw even further groans and mewlings from the lust-deranged woman. Then he began a series of long hard strokes into the hotly steaming passageway, slamming his testicles tightly up against the wide-split valley of her buttocks each time he thrust forward.
The drug-incited blonde chanted incoherently beneath the panting man as the clinging moist sheath of her cunt clasped warmly around the solid shaft of hot cock racing in and out of the dark moist depths of her heaving belly, the wetness surrounding it and lubricating the quickening strokes. As the powerful man drove his pelvis forward against her clenching loins, the lovely wife strained up at him, arching her back to drive her upthrust cunt tighter and harder against his piston-like impalements. She moaned ceaselessly beneath the pummeling of his muscular body, rotating her curving full hips in tight little circles around the pile-driving cock as her blonde head thrashed from side to side on the hard wood of the table in unprecedented sexual abandon.
Frank battered into her with frantic growing need and she matched his every motion, striving for the ultimate peak of sensation that had been very near for so long. She could feel him responding to her own growing excitement by thrusting ever more violently, the sight of her wantonly bucking body inciting him to greater and greater effort.
Suddenly Mary became aware through the haze of her passion of a slight movement beside her head and she turned to see that Dick had come around the table and was standing right before her. She had no sooner seen that he held his rejuvenated cock in one hand than she abruptly felt his other one fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth.
"Come on, little one, suck on my cock," she heard Dick's voice drift down from above her, but Mary mumbled a protest and tried to shake her head away. The slender man simply gave up trying to pry open her lips with his hand, instead using it to hold her head pinned on its side while he shoved forward, pressing the rubbery tip of his penis harder against her mumbling, slightly parted lips. She pursed her lips and clenched her teeth tightly together to try to keep the prodding glans away, but Belle's husband was not about to be denied. As he pushed harder against her face, her eyes were wide with the vision of the fleshy thickness extending from a thatch of matted pubic hair still wet from his earlier fucking of her sopping cunt, and it felt as though her resisting lips were being shoved painfully back through the sharpness of her teeth. The determined man grunted and struggled against the barriers of her mouth, feeling them parting, bit by bit, until, abruptly, an especially hard lunge from the merciless cock fucking into her cunt came to his aid: Mary gasped. With that, Dick's broad thick cock crushed through her startled lips into the soft wet center of her mouth.
Dick was going to waste no time and he fucked his aching cock up into her face as if it were a second cunt, causing Mary to gag for a moment as he brutally rammed the jerking rampant cudged halfway down her throat, its full length vanishing into her ovalled mouth until just a tiny fraction of the broad gleaming base could be seen between her distended lips.
The wildly excited man held her blonde head vise-like between his sweating palms and immediately quickened his riveting thrusts to match those of his friend fucking into her grinding cunt, never quite pulling his jabbing cock all the way out of her oral cavern, but always leaving the flaring tip beyond her open lips in the hot moist enclosure of her mouth.
His lust-bloated balls slapped harshly against Mary's smooth cheek, the soft fuzz on their wrinkled sac tickling like a thousand tiny feathers. It was a struggle to breathe and the twice-impaled blonde only managed to catch small gasps of air each time the two cocks simultaneously withdrew from her ravished warm sheaths on the outstroke.
"Uuuuunnnggghhh," the lovely young wife moaned piteously as the two husbands buffeted her back and forth between them, using her defenseless body as a mindless receptacle into which they would pour their burning hot sperm. The sudden intrusion of Dick's cock had temporarily broken the rhythm of her quickening drive toward the long-postponed climax. It was wrong! She had never experienced such a lewd act in her life. But then, suddenly, the very helplessness of her degrading position flickered its strange incitement across her mind. With vivid clarity, she imagined what she must look like, being fucked between the two naked men. The lewd mental image excited her and she began to feel the scattered flames gathering again in her belly. It couldn't be long!
Almost gratefully, she began to squeeze her cunt muscles around the hot shaft of flesh skewering into her pussy and her lips began to nibble tentatively at the thrusting penis in her mouth. Abruptly she was overcome by the most intense emotion of her life. She wanted the two husbands to use her body, to use it in any perverted debasing way they desired. She wanted to feel Frank's cock exploding to fill her belly with his hot sticky fluids and relish the other man's creamy, spurting fiery cum pouring down her gulping throat. Suddenly drunk with the masochistic desire that was soaring through her veins, Mary sucked greedily at the cock screwing into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every thrust. Swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the pulsating, lust-bloated head, she probed hotly into the tiny opening at the end. She wanted it to erupt in her mouth, she wanted to swallow the thick white cum until her stomach was as filled as her cunt would be. She wanted to feel the creamy warmth as the men's lava-like sperm gushed into her from both ends of her tormented body.
Frank knew he couldn't hold back much longer, not now that he could see Dick's gleaming cock thrusting in and out of her sucking ovalled mouth. He began to fuck into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against her upthrust loins with his hard-driving penile shaft. His breath became hoarse and labored and he could not close his mouth. He stared down at the stark naked, heatedly bucking body and bobbing head of the beautiful young blonde and the lewd vision of her being impaled from both ends sent thrills of obscenely victorious delight racing through him.
She was completely theirs! The compelling hardness of their throbbing cocks had destroyed every moral in her lithe body!
The saliva in Mary's mouth was becoming thick from the lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the cock sunk into the warm oral depths beyond her tightly sucking lips. Right in front of her she could see the man's slim hips writhing and straining into her face as if he were being electrocuted. Dick's groping fingers were wound harshly into her blonde hair, pulling her mouth back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting penis as though it were a second honeyed cunt into which he was venting his suddenly spiraling lust. The young wife felt her own excitement mounting as the hot hard cock throbbed and expanded in her mouth, ramming forward down to her tonsils as though trying to collide with the other cock battering into her cunt below.
Then suddenly, as she felt her body building up to an orgasm like an electric wire overloaded with electricity and about to melt, she felt the hugely expanding cock fucking into her seething vagina begin to swell. Afraid that he might cum before she was quite ready, she churned her loins wildly up against Frank's raging pelvis, trying to get every last ounce of sensation before it all ended. She felt her thighs and upraised buttocks being flattened by the force of Frank's last crushing thrust as the brawny giant shoved his cock as far as it could go into her belly and began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her greedily clasping cunt. Mary could feel the searing sperm flooding hotly into her, filling the depths of her womb, as the big man's balls slammed down heavily against the sensitive squirming little ring of her anus, causing her to jerk convulsively forward. The man beside her rammed forward at the same second, burying his wildly lurching penis to the hilt in her voracious sucking mouth. His cock exploded, filling her cheeks with the salty sweet liquid and burning her tongue and throat. She gagged in an effort to breathe and swallowed in great gulps to keep from choking on the thick rush of boiling cum flooding into her throat, her lips stretched taut as an elastic band around the pumping cock.
Still desperately straining for the orgasmic release she needed so badly, Mary twisted her loins up tightly against the still-squirting cock in her cunt and suddenly every muscle in her body tensed and began to quiver like a string suddenly snapped loose.
"Oh . . . ooooh . . . Yes! I'mmmm cummmmmiiiinnnnggg!" she crooned higher and higher as her climax flooded through her in great sensual waves of pleasure, flooding out around the cock buried in her clasping cunt, seeping out in warm rivulets to mix with Frank's creamy sperm dribbling hotly down her flailing thighs.
She was completely exhausted, but she didn't want it to stop, not ever! Desperately she jerked her hands free and reached frantically around and under her squirming buttocks with both hands to milk desperately at the balls pressed into the flexing split of her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, fill me, fill me... " she moaned breathlessly as his exploding cock in her cunt continued to jerk out its completion. The sperm had filled her vagina and now foamed out the fleshy palpitating lips around the base of his cock, soaking the curly golden pubic hair in which it was buried. She sucked voraciously at the ejaculating penis still sunk deep in her mouth while the hot walls of her spasming cunt clasped hungrily at the second, now deflating cock.
When his satiated penis gave its last spasmodic shudder, the last drop sucked from it by the milking walls of Mary's cunt, Frank collapsed heavily across her, feeling her inner depths still gushing forth around his limp dying cock. It seemed to go on forever until the young wife, too, suddenly gave one last jerk and then quivered to utter stillness, her breath coming in great heaving gasps. Mary felt filled and completely satisfied, and even the sin and guilt she knew she should come to terms with could not burn through the soft pink haze of her contentment.
* * *
Ted was feeling utterly dejected as he approached the rear of the lodge, walking slowly along the path from the fishing area, his arms loaded down with fishing gear and the pail containing his morning's catch. He had never lied to Mary before and it depressed him to think that now he had no choice. She would never forgive him if she found out what he had done this morning with her two best friends.
If only he had been able to resist them!
As it was, he felt that his whole world was in danger of falling apart. He would try to save it by lying, but deep-rooted inside him was the conviction that lies could only separate them more. It was a dilemma, and he could see no way out.
He came to the lodge and walked along behind it until he came to the window of their bedroom. It was open, so he peered in, but she was nowhere in sight.
"Mary!" he called, but, getting no answer after a second try, he shrugged and continued on his way around the building, trudging slowly as if he were putting off the moment when he would have to lie directly into her unsuspecting green eyes. As he rounded the front corner of the lodge, he nearly collided head-on with a hurrying figure.
"Oh, Ted, it's you!" Frank exclaimed loudly, stepping back with a laugh. "I was just coming to see how you were getting along."
Ted was surprised to see the big man so red in the face and gasping, as if he had just run the hundred yard dash.
"I thought you guys were going to Lookout Point," he said, trying to step around the brawny husband of one of the women he had just made love to.
Frank stepped nimbly backwards in just the right way to continue blocking Ted from going forward, while not quite seeming to be doing it on purpose.
"Too hot," Frank laughed. "Got halfway there and decided we'd never make it." He wiped his sweaty brow. "What'd you catch?"
Ted pointed into the pail and Frank insisted upon taking the fish out one by one and holding them up in the noon sunlight, weighing them slowly in his hands. Ted's mind was not on fishing at the moment, but Frank was not only his friend but also his supervisor at the plant, and so he waited patiently for Frank's examination of the catch to end.
Dick came out of the house and joined them, at which point Frank's interest in the fish suddenly faded, and the three of them went into the house.
Ted left the two of them with all the gear in the kitchen and walked back to his bedroom, to be greeted by the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. So that was where she was, he thought, and collapsed back onto the bed, happy that the moment of deceit could be put off for a few moments longer.
In the shower, Mary was miserable. She was not washing herself but leaning exhausted against the flat coldness of the tiles. She knew she would never forget the sudden spasm of terror that had possessed her soul and body when she had heard the sound of her husband's voice calling her name through the back bedroom window.
The young wife had been frozen into immobility by the horror of the moment, and, left to herself, would Y right there on the table until he had come around the house and discovered her - completely naked - with wet rivulets of white sticky semen dribbling from her mouth and cunt. But Frank's quick thinking had saved her. He had told Dick to get her back into the shower while he staged a delaying action. He had already been pulling up his swimming trunks as his voice had rushed out the whispered instructions.
A shudder of gratitude trembled through her naked body, but at the same time a sob shook her as the shock of sudden action wore off and the reaction to everything that had happened to her began to set in. Bad as it all was, nothing seemed worse than this one act of deceit - rushing to save herself from being discovered and now huddling in the shower's warm torrent in terror of her own husband's eyes and what she would see in them.
It had felt so good to surrender herself completely to the growing pleasure in her body! Oh, why did some things have to so good and yet so bad at the same time? In her heart she knew that something as wonderful as she had experienced could not possibly be as evil as she herself had always supposed it to be. But she could feel this one act coming between herself and the man she loved like a wall of steel, and the tears ran freely down her face mixing into the streams from the shower as she thought of all the lies she was going to have to tell him.
Her exhausted body slid down the smooth chill wall of the shower and huddled under the pattering deluge as wracking sobs shuddered through her hunched-over form.
Nothing could ever be the same again.
CHAPTER SIX
"Now, Ted," Mary giggled, dancing back away from the wicked hand. "If you don't stop this minute, you're going to be stuck here another fifteen - and you're already late!"
Ted Dawson smiled contentedly at his wife, whose lovely form was clearly displayed through the translucent negligee by the morning light playing into the kitchen of their house. It was Monday, a week after their return from the company lodge. And, Ted reflected, a week since their lives had turned for the better.
"Can I help it if you tempt me so much?" he asked.
"Listen, Mr. Dawson, it's fifteen after nine, and you are going to have to wait until tonight ..."
Ted caught the message in her suddenly purring voice and grinned as he remembered.
"Hey, that's right. We're going to Frank and Alicia's tonight." He watched her eyes for a positive response, because he still hadn't quite awakened to the reality of his wife being as willing as he was to swap with their best friends.
"You bet we are," Mary laughed, even though her enthusiasm still sounded a little strange in her own ears. "And I think we'd better both save our energy, don't you?"
"As long as I get all the love," Ted said, with the slight continuing awkwardness caused by the newness of their situation.
"You know you do," Mary said gently, her eyes looking warmly into his. "And you always will," she said with a sudden intensity as she drew his face down to her own and kissed him fully, wetly, on the mouth.
"Now get going," she said as she drew her face back from the spell of the kiss.
When he had left, Mary set about cleaning up the breakfast dishes. While she worked she hummed happily and planned her day. Then she went back to the bathroom to shower before she dressed.
Looking in the mirror, Mary was again taken aback by the complete lack of change in her appearance, when so much else had altered about her. She still looked the same as she had two weeks before, when she had still been the innocent puritan, the self-righteous prude.
Stepping into the shower, the young blonde felt a continuing sense of unreality, as if part of her had not caught up with the rapid changes that had taken place in her life. The sudden blast of the needling streams cast her mind back to that moment a week before when she had lain huddled on the floor of the shower at the lodge thinking the world had come to an end.
When Mary had finally gotten up the courage to step from the shower, she had found Ted asleep on the bed. Relieved at not having to confront him right away with a lying smile, she had stretched out carefully beside him and fallen fast asleep.
Awakening about two hours later, she had found Ted's place on the bed empty. Ravenous, she had dared a quick walk to the kitchen for a sandwich and had been happy to run into nobody until, turning from the cabinet, she had bumped into Alicia.
Alicia had asked her what was wrong, and by that time Mary had been so close to tears for so long that she had simply broken down and started crying against Alicia's shoulder, begging the taller woman's forgiveness. Finally Alicia had managed to coax the whole story out of her distraught friend. Then the tall woman had quickly assured Mary that she was not jealous in the least, and she was sure Belle wasn't either. Mary had been surprised to hear that her raven-haired friend wasn't even demanding revenge, at least the right to sleep with Ted, and had been grateful. Mary, blushing all the while, had gone on to tell Alicia that she had overseen the Carpers and the Sturmons the night before, and she now wished that she and Ted could share that kind of pure sexual pleasure and abandon. Yet she couldn't see how to get Ted to go along without exposing the fact that she herself had already made love to the other two men.
Alicia had thought about this for a minute, then had quickly outlined a plan for that very night whereby Ted would be seduced into the group coupling, with Mary seeming to be an unwilling partner. Mary still had her doubts and reservations but she could see no other way of saving her marriage from a cancer of lies.
The plan was this: Mary would enter the bathroom and again overhear the sexual play from the next room. Again she would watch through the keyhole and begin to masturbate. Then she would call Ted in to join her, to fuck her from behind. Just when he was really getting under way, Mary would shout for him to take her in the asshole. That would be a signal to Dick and Alicia in the next room. They would open the bathroom door abruptly and invite the Dawsons to join them. Alicia had been sure that Ted would be willing. Mary herself was to pretend uncertainty and then to finally give in.
The happy young wife, a wonderful week later, turned off the tap and stepped from the shower. Contentment warmed her body even as she dried herself with the towel. The plan had worked. Ted had not found out that she had already been unfaithful to him, even though she now knew, because Alicia had told her, that Ted had been unfaithful to her at the same time. But that was all right because part of it had all been part of a larger plan, and the week that had just passed had proved the planners right. Eventually she would be able to tell Ted the whole truth, and the confident young blonde knew that it would now make no difference.
Thank God for friends like Belle and Alicia. And, of course, for friends like Frank and Dick. Mmmmmmm, yes ...