No matter where MacIntyre Symms went in the house he encountered people fucking passionately.
He had no idea that the party was going to be this much fun when he accepted the invitation.
Over in one corner of the living room three men were fucking a woman at the same time, their hip movements in sync.
One had his cock deep inside her ass, another was pounding her pussy and a third had completely violated her throat.
The woman seemed to be having a very good time as she burst into incredible orgasm after orgasm.
MacIntyre could feel his cock starting to get hard again so he quickly found an unattached female and prepared to fuck her sweet ass!
CHAPTER ONE
In retrospect, Bernard Shakey would have preferred that they had met while he was making a martini.
In reality he was cracking open a beer. He saw her.
She came sweeping into the kitchen and he could tell his life had changed.
He was a married man, his wife was in the other room. It was Bernard's house and he was having a party.
But the fact of the matter was he had to have this woman.
Her long black hair spilled low down the center of her back and fell gracefully over her shoulders.
She was beautiful. An innocent face, yet somehow wanton.
It did not take Bernard long to notice that she too wore a wedding ring.
"I'm your host for the evening," Bernard said, turning his mouth into what was supposed to be a charming grin.
The woman thought that he looked a bit silly. Handsome, but a bit drunk.
"You are Bernie!" the woman said with a laugh.
"Bernard. Who are you? You are lovely," Bernard said. All of a sudden he felt like he was going through puberty again.
He was twenty-five years old and had not had sex with another woman since the night before he was married.
He found his sex life to be mundane, and had frequently found himself slipping into a fantasy world.
Bernard Shakey got the impression that one of his fantasies was about to come true. Reality was to be better than dream.
"My name is Michele. Michele Symms.
Hubby Mac is in the living room looking at your wife, Mr. Shakey."
"Oh, don't worry about them," Bernard said. He was pleased with his boldness. "Let's talk about us."
"Mr. Shakey, the second I walked into your house I got the impression that this party was going to get kinky."
"I don't think anything kinky has happened in this house in two years. My wife and I had a very peculiar dinner a while back."
"Do you swing, Bernie?" Michele said standing with her head tilted to one side so that her long black hair spilled over one shoulder.
Bernard could see that her purple sweater was being stretched taut in the front by what appeared to be huge breasts.
She was a small girl, standing only about five foot one, and she was built on a small frame. Bernard figured that her weight didn't make it into triple digits.
"Swing?" Bernard said. He wanted to seem cool, but he didn't have the slightest idea what she meant.
Bernard got the vague impression that he didn't swing. But he didn't want the black-haired beauty to know that.
"Sure. Swing? Ha! All the time," Bernard said, and took a nervous swig from the top of his beer.
"Bernard Shakey, I believe you are blushing," Michele said in a teasing tone that made the man turn even redder.
He felt thoroughly humiliated as she reached up and pinched him on the cheek.
"I think I've lost you, Michele. Maybe a couple more beers and I'll start to figure this out," Bernard said.
"Bernie, you've had enough beer. Set the can down and show me the backyard," Michele said, running her fingertips lightly over Bernard's cheek.
The man could feel his balls start to ache the second she touched him.
He could feel the blood pumping downward in his body.
He could feel his cock starting to throb. His pants felt as if they were getting tighter by the second.
"But Stacy...," Bernard said, gesturing weakly toward the living room.
"Your wife is in good hands," Michele said in a soothing tone.
"I don't think that Stacy fools around, Michele. I think that she is going to come looking for me."
"I'll give her fifteen minutes, Bernard, and Mac will be taking her to your room."
Bernard felt a little nervous but he took the woman's hand.
He decided that he was going to grab for the gusto.
Bernard was surprised by his rising sense of existentialism.
He looked at Michele's face and saw that her dark brown eyes were twinkling with mischief as they made their way toward the back door.
Bernard could see that her eyelashes were long, and licked lightly at her high cheekbones whenever the beautiful woman blinked.
The man could feel his cock getting larger by the second, throbbing hard, growing with each rapid beat of his heart.
He hoped that this woman was not just a drunk prick tease.
There was something about her face, though, that made her seem sincere.
In spite of her coolness, she seemed very horny and looked like she wanted to please him a great deal.
And she seemed as cool and sober as a judge. Bernard could tell that she was not the sort of woman to drink.
Michele Symms looked to be the sort of woman who didn't want to do anything that might deaden her senses.
The black-haired woman made a sexy purring noise, making her whole throat vibrate, as they arrived at the back door.
It was a late spring night in the little town of Rushdale.
The night was cool, but they could be comfortable without jackets.
It was too early for the nights to be filled with insects.
Black Creek was nearby. By June the mosquitoes would make summer nights stickier and more uncomfortable.
They stepped out into the back yard of the white suburban home and looked up at the clear night sky.
They could see that there wasn't a cloud in the sky and all of the stars were as clear as a bell.
They could pick out many astrology signs, and couldn't help but notice that the moon was full.
The light from the moon was so bright that they could clearly see each other's faces in it.
"It's beautiful," Michele said and turned to face Bernard, tilting her smooth white chin upward.
Bernard Shakey was six foot even so he was a good deal taller than her i even though she was wearing high heels.
Bernard could see that Michele's nose was a tiny button, turned up a little at the end, which he thought looked very cute.
Bernard thought that her lips were extraordinary.
He thought they were the most sensuous lips he had ever seen.
She wore no lipstick, yet her lips looked like a pouting heart.
They were very red, and they looked like they needed, to be kissed badly.
Bernard looked up and down Michele's body lewdly.
He could see that the black-haired woman had a perfect hourglass figure.
Her waist was extremely slim and her hips were rounded and tight.
Michele was wearing a pair of skin-tight designer blue jeans,.
They did nothing to hide the fact that she had a round, hot ass.
Her jeans fit so tight that one could make out her outer cunt lips in the crotch.
"Come here," Bernard said, holding him arms out toward her.
She moved toward him as if she were moving in slow motion.
Bernard ached as he walked her sensuous lips parting, the moon's light catching a bit of Michele's front teeth.
He could tell that her teeth were pearly white and perfectly straight.
As far as Bernard could tell, the woman was perfect in every way.
He wondered if he should pinch himself just to make sure that he hadn't passed out and fallen into a wonderful dream.
Michele's fingers were long and slender, as were her carefully manicured fingernails.
The beautiful woman always kept her fingernails painted a deep red color.
She thought that it went perfectly with her dark complexion and ebony hair.
The spike high heels that Michele was wearing were open toed so Bernard could see that her toenails were painted the same color.
She had extraordinary feet. Her ankles were slim. He could see them because the bottoms of her jeans fit tightly around the calves.
Bernard placed the palms of his hands gently on the small of Michele Symms' back and pulled her toward him.
She fell against his chest, and he could feel how high and firm her large breasts were as they pressed flat.
Even through the woman's sweater he could tell that her nipples were hard and erect from horniness.
There was something about the way the beautiful woman was breathing that told Bernard her nipples were not erect from being chilly.
He could tell that his cock was already as hard as a rock and was threatening to tear her tight pants.
He actually felt as if his prick were going to explode out of the crotch of his jeans at any second.
He felt as if his throbbing lance were being held in a prison, and it was anxious to be freed.
He slid his hands down onto her buttocks, and he could feel how tight her jeans fit her sweet ass.
Michele liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked as if they had been applied with spray paint.
Michele made a little whimpering noise in the back of her throat and once again tilted her chin upward.
She placed her hands on the back of Bernard's neck, and she could feel the man shiver all over.
She could tell that there was goose flesh forming on his body and she could feel the tiny hairs at the back of his strong neck standing on end.
She presumed correctly that those weren't the only parts of his anatomy that were standing on end.
Bernard felt as if his balls were on fire.
Michele looked up at him and thought that he was very handsome.
He didn't seem as drunk anymore, and his eyes had cleared.
She could see that his chin was broad and his jaw was firm.
His hair was dark brown, and fell down over the tops of his ears and his forehead a little bit. He was wearing sneakers that looked a little beat-up.
Bernard stooped over a little, and both of them could feel their lips start to ache with desire.
There was a brief moment when they could feel each other's hot, moist breath, and both gasped at the sensation.
Their lips came together and Bernard felt as if the air around them was crackling with sexual electricity.
He began to knead at the flesh of her ass cheeks with his long strong fingers, and she pressed her hips forward.
Michele could feel the huge lump that had formed in the crotch of Bernard's faded jeans, and she allowed her lips to part.
Bernard tentatively offered the tip of his tongue, and Michele caressed it with the tip of hers.
In a matter of seconds they were rolling their tongues together passionately, their lips wet and slippery from the hot spittle they shared. By the time the kiss was over they were breathless with lust.
Their lips came apart before their tongues, and both of them seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing.
Michele could feel her nipples quivering, yearning to be stroked and pinched by Bernard's fingers.
She wanted the man to wrap his lips around those nipples and suck them as hard as he possibly could.
She wanted him to bite her nipples until it hurt a little bit.
Michele could feel the blood rushing to her pussy.
She could tell that both sets of cunt lips were swelling rapidly.
She knew that it was only a matter of seconds before her pussy flesh was fully engorged with blood.
She could tell that the little glands at the sides of her vagina were starting to pump out the juice.
The secreted natural lubrication was starting to make Michele's cunt flesh wet and slippery.
She could feel the juice gathering in a pool at the base of her pussy, in between her inner cunt lips.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before she started to make a wet spot in the crotch of her black bikini panties.
Michele wanted to see what Bernard had down there.
From the bulge she felt she figured he had to be hung like a horse.
"I want to go down on you," Michele said, and followed that statement with a purring sound in her throat.
Michele gurgled a little bit, and Bernard felt a little dizzy.
He felt as if so much blood had pumped down into his cock there wasn't any left for his brain to function.
"I think that is the best idea I've heard in a long time," Bernard said, and he could feel his heart beating so hard that it felt as if it were going to beat its way right out of his chest.
Michele thought that the man had a great body.
She was really looking forward to fucking Bernard.
His body looked as if it were built for fucking.
He had broad shoulders and a heavily-muscled chest.
Yet his waist and his hips were very slim, and he looked like he could crack his spine like a whip.
His thighs were thick, and Michele realized as she began to lower herself to her knees that one of his thighs was bigger around than her tiny waist.
This amused her and she let out a giggle that confused but did not upset the sexually aroused man.
Michele was not concerned with getting grass stains on her knees.
She had plenty of clothes, and they got soiled with her passion all the time, so she didn't worry about it anymore.
Michele had been the kind of a girl to get grass stains on her knees ever since she was fifteen years old.
And that was many years before she met MacIntyre Symms and decided to get married so she could have sexual exploits as a team.
Michele's fingers went immediately for Bernard's belt.
She looked up at the panting man and smiled with amusement.
"You look like you are going to have a heart attack."
"I have to admit, you certainly know how to get a guy's attention."
It took Bernard a moment to figure out what to do with his hands.
He finally decided to place his palms on top of Michele's head.
He began to run his fingers through her thick black hair.
He could tell that those ebony tresses were as smooth as silk.
Her hair made Bernard wonder if the woman had Oriental blood coursing through her lovely veins.
He stroked her hair and allowed his fingertips to rest gently on the back of her neck, moving them sensuously.
Michele used nimble fingers to unbuckle the belt buckle.
She had to arch her fingers as she worked or else her long red fingernails would have gotten in the way.
She unbuttoned the single button that held the top of Bernard's faded blue jeans together using the same motion she would have used to snap them.
She got the top of his fly in between her right thumb and forefinger, and began to pull it slowly downward.
She could see his white underwear in the light of the moon clearly enough to tell that the material was stretched taut.
She got her fingernails between his belly and his underwear's elastic and pulled back for a moment.
This allowed Bernard's aching cock to breathe for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. His throbbing purple cock head moved upward and popped out of the top of his white cotton jockey shorts.
Michele gently replaced the elastic so that the man's cock was pinned to his belly by the elastic.
Michele puckered her lips and drew in cool air, making a very low whistling sound of unadulterated awe.
Bernard's cock was so long that the head rested on his flat stomach well above his belly-button.
The head was so thick that she could tell it would fill her yearning pussy hole completely when he fucked her.
But at that moment it was Michele's throat that needed to be filled with that rock-hard cock-meat.
"It's so big," Michele said, making it obvious that she was impressed.
"I guess so. I'm not an expert on pricks," Bernard said.
"I'll bet you that yours was the biggest cock in your school."
"No way," Bernard said, laughing through his panting.
"You're kidding," Michele said looking up at him.
"No. There was a black guy named Moose. Never mind."
Michele worked her fingertips under the top of his pants and underwear at the same time so that she could tug them down.
She found that she needed Bernard's help, but he was glad to give it.
His cock came popping out of his pants and stood straight out in front of him.
Again Michele's eyes went wide as she got her first glimpse of the entire throbbing pole of manhood.
She could see that the cock was at least ten inches long.
It was so thick she doubted if her fingers would go all the way around it.
The glans was fully engorged and a deep purple color.
She could tell that the skin over his cock head was pulled taut.
Michelefigured that his cock would have exploded if anymore blood tried to pump into it. Bernard would have agreed.
She looked at the little piss hole in the center of that glans.
She could see that it was opening and closing rapidly.
Michele thought that it looked very cute, and reminded herself to play with his piss hole later with the tip of her tongue.
Michele leaned over so she could untie his sneakers.
Bernard lifted each foot as she pulled them off.
She removed his socks also, and the earth felt cool but dry on the bottoms of Bernard's big feet.
He lifted his feet again as Michele quickly tugged his jeans and underwear off at the same time.
She could see that his whole cock was bobbing up and down from the intensity of the man's horniness.
She could see that his cock rested at a slightly upward angle, reminding her of anti-aircraft guns.
Michele thought that the head of his cock looked like a small purple doorknob and she could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as it could go to take that cock head.
Michele wasn't sure if this was the biggest cock she had ever seen in person.
She had sucked quite a few cocks in her twenty-two years on the planet.
The memory of more than a few had dimmed with the passing of time.
"Your cock is beautiful, Bernard. So smooth and thick."
"I'm glad you like it. Right now it feels like it is about to go off like a rocket," Bernard exclaimed.
The sexually aroused man spat out his words in between gasps as breath like so many watermelon seeds.
"Not for a while, Bernard. I want to make the ache last for a long time."
"Tease," Bernard said, and closed his eyes as she ran the tips of her long red fingernails up and down the insides of his thighs.
She came within a fraction of an inch of touching his balls, but never made direct contact with the sack.
Bernard wondered how severe the tension in his groin could get before some kind of explosion was inevitable.
He didn't want to come before the beautiful woman got a chance to take his cock in her mouth and suck.
It would be embarrassing to come too quickly, and Bernard wondered if it was too early to start thinking of baseball scores.
Michele stopped her caress of his thighs for a moment.
She pulled her hair back over her shoulders so it wouldn't get in the way.
Bernard's fingers were then buried in her thick smooth hair.
She leaned forward with her head and began to kiss lightly at the sensitive skin on Bernard's thick, heavily-muscled inner thighs.
She worked her mouth slowly upward so that she got ever closer to the man's dangling scrotum.
Michele loved the way the man's balls looked.
The wrinkled sack that held his testicles was huge.
It appeared to be filled to the brim with hot sticky come.
The beautiful woman began to suck at the flesh, sucking hard enough so that Bernard could tell that she was making red marks.
Michele bared her straight pearly white teeth and began to give the man's thighs little love-bites.
Bernard couldn't help but wonder if she was going to give him a hicky He hadn't had one of those since he was sixteen, and he didn't think that he had ever gotten one that wasn't on his neck.
But Michele wasn't going to suck and bite at his thighs long enough to leave any lasting marks there when she was done.
Michele Symms did give hickies every now and again.
But she only gave them on the cheeks of a man's ass.
Michele placed the palms of her hands on the backs of his thighs.
She ran her hands slowly upward toward the cheeks of his ass.
She was surprised at how firm the muscles in his ass were.
He flexed them for her and she was thrilled that he could press them together and make them very hard.
She knew that that was the state his ass muscles would be in when he was pumping his cock in and out of her.
Michele ran her fingernails hard across his sensitive ass flesh.
She could tell that she was leaving red marks behind.
Michele did it hard enough so that it hurt a little bit.
But Bernard found that he was so horny, he liked the pain.
Michele pulled her hands away from the man's ass cheeks.
She placed the fingertips on the underside of Bernard's cock.
She pushed the prick slowly upward so that it was once again pinned against his flat, hard belly, and she could feel it throbbing against her.
There was one blue dilated vein that protruded from the underside of his lance of masculinity.
She could see that the vein ran the entire length of the shaft.
It went from the base of the shaft to the base of the glans.
With her free hand, she turned her palm upward and placed her fingertips lightly at the base of his balls.
Bernard Shakey moved his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the cool grass beneath him.
He threw back his shoulders and took a deep breath.
He had a feeling that he wasn't going to be able to breathe normally for some time.
No matter how hard he tried to fill his lungs with air he couldn't.
He continued to pant like the wild beast he wanted so badly to become.
Bernard arched his back and threw back his head.
The muscles in his handsome face began to tighten.
He groaned deeply, the sound emerging all the way from the pit of his stomach.
Michele began to bob his balls up and down sensuously.
She could see that his testicles were the size of golf balls.
She moved them as if she were trying to determine their weight.
Michele then tilted her head upward and parted her lips.
The beautiful woman stuck her tongue out as far as she could.
She placed the tip of her tongue on the base of Bernard's scrotum.
The man gasped out loud and felt the muscles in his thighs tighten.
He bent at the knees and arched his backbone more sharply.
He threw back his head further so that he his face was pointing at the cloudless star-filled night sky.
But he couldn't see it because he had his eyes closed tightly from the passion he was experiencing.
Bernard found that it was impossible to keep his hips still.
He began to gyrate, and Michele moved her head with him so that she could always keep her tongue right where she wanted it.
Michele moved her face deeper between his thighs and licked at the hypersensitive patch of skin between the base of Bernard's balls and his tight puckered ass-hole.
Bernard was so aroused that he could even feel his sphincter muscle tingling with anticipation.
He hoped that Michele was the kind of a girl who developed curious fingers when she was very horny.
Michele lapped at the base of Bernard's balls with the flat part of her tongue, and then pulled her head out so that she could lick at the front half of the sack.
Michele moved her hands back to his ass cheeks and allowed her fingertips to creep slowly toward the crack.
She pressed her fingertips deep into the flesh, and Bernard could feel her nails digging into him, making marks.
This time he did not tense the muscles in his buttocks.
He knew what she wanted to do, so he tried to relax as much as his horniness would allow.
Michele parted her lips and pressed them against the bulge on the right side of his dangling scrotum.
She kept her mouth soft and cottony because she knew how sensitive he was there.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt one of his balls.
But she knew that his cock would come very close to popping if she sucked on his balls lightly, one at a time.
At the same time the beautiful black-haired woman began to pull the cheeks of Bernard's ass slowly apart.
She did not stop separating those supple buttocks until the skin in the crack was pulled tight.
Bernard could feel his sphincter muscle puckering as he felt the tip of her forefinger making its way into the crack.
He felt the woman tongue and suck at his testicle at the same time, and he let out a sharp scream of pleasure.
He didn't want to make a sound that was too loud.
Even though they were behind three pine trees, they were still very vulnerable.
It would have been easy for someone to come out of the party and discover them.
But somehow, that factor made the sex seem more exciting.
Bernard knew that his wife might pop into view at any second to see him getting sucked off by another woman.
Bernard wondered if Michele's husband had really been flirting with his wife.
He prayed that Michele was not a liar, just out to get him into trouble.
The last thing he wanted was for Stacy to get bored and come looking for him.
As it turned out, he had nothing to worry about. His wife was having a splendid time.
Stacy was vaguely glad that Bernard had not been around.
She was fascinated by that MacIntyre. His eyes seemed to burn into her soul.
Michele could tell by the way Bernard was breathing that she wasn't going to be able to tease him for much longer.
She worked her fingertip toward his most private area and he shivered when she made contact with his anus.
The wrinkles in his ass-hole were pulled away by the parting of the cheeks.
The mucous membrane was taut, making it all the more sensitive.
She ran her fingertip in a little circle all around his ring of ass muscle.
At the same time she placed the tip of her tongue on the base of his cock.
She felt that dilated blue vein throbbing against her taste buds.
Her oval-shaped nostrils flared with the scent of his manhood wafting up from his cock and balls.
Michele wanted to stick her finger right up his ass hole.
But she knew that she would risk injuring him with her long sharp fingernail.
Bernard would have to be satisfied with having his rectum massaged externally.
Which Bernard was. He wasn't in a big hurry to have any fingers stuck up his ass.
That happened to him in the doctor's office and he didn't like it one bit.
But he did have to admit that his anus loved to be caressed. He liked to have it licked too, but he knew that wasn't the sort of thing he should bring up with a woman the first time he meets her.
Then she pulled away so she could concentrate her attention solely on his cock.
She ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft, using the vein as a roadmap to guide her path.
She knew that the most sensitive spot was the fleshy patch just below his throbbing purple cock head.
Michele flicked the tip of her tongue across that spot for a long time and Bernard could tell that she wasn't going to have to suck him for very long before he would blow his wad.
"Do you swallow?" Bernard asked, proud in being so bold.
"Shut up," Michele said and continued licking at his prick.
Michele allowed his cock to stick out straight from his slim yet powerful hips once again so she could give attention to the entire glans and the upper side of the shaft.
She wrapped her dainty hand around the base of his cock and was not surprised to see that the fingers didn't make it all the way around.
She poised herself so that her mouth was at the same level as the tip of his cock, and her neck was straight.
"Relax, Bernard. I want you to fuck my throat," Michele said.
Bernard had not been with many women in his life.
He was a middle-American hetero-sexual monogamous beer-drinker.
He had never encountered anyone who could take more than just the head of his cock in her mouth.
He couldn't help but worry that he might hurt her.
"Are you sure you want me to do that?" Bernard asked.
"Positively! I can take it. Ram it home, big boy."
Michele had a teasing tone in her voice that made Bernard blush.
She was making him feel very sqaure, and he didn't like it.
He decided that if she wanted her throat fucked he would be more than glad to shove his meat all the way down there.
Michele concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her throat and Bernard moved his palms to Michele's cheeks.
He held her by the sides of the head so that she could no longer turn her neck from side to side.
She dropped her jaw and felt the corners of her mouth were pulled tight.
Bernard loved the way those full sensuous lips looked as they opened to take his throbbing prick head.
Michele stuck out her tongue and made it pointy at the tip.
She playfully licked at the man's piss hole, which felt a lot better than Bernard might have thought it was going to.
He let out a deep grunt of lust that emptied his lungs of air and made a great deal more noise than he would have liked.
Michele then pressed forward with her head and Bernard stood so that his hips were out in front of the rest of his body.
His ass muscles tensed and he pressed his slim buttocks together so hard that their sides appeared concave.
He pushed forward with his hips and Michele wrapped her lips tightly around the base of the man's glans.
She could feel her lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue circling the base of his throbbing cock.
Michele began to suck at that huge glans, and she flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across it at the same time.
"You better open up for me quick," Bernard said.
He could feel his come swirling around inside his scrotum.
The hot sticky semen wanted out of that sack badly.
Bernard felt as if his balls were made of flaming sterno.
His come felt like molten lava about to erupt.
He could feel a savage tickle at the base of his cock.
That burning seemed to be getting worse all the time.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before his orgasm reached the point of inevitability.
Bernard pressed his cock deeper into Michele's mouth and she could feel the tip entering her throat.
She knew that taking all ten inches of that rod were going to take all of her deep throat skills.
She pressed forward with her head and penetrated herself brutally, taking six inches of his shaft into her throat.
She battled back an urge to gag and felt her dark brown eyes welling up rapidly with salty tears.
Michele could tell that the man was not going to stop pushing forward with his hips until he had achieved complete penetration.
Bernard wanted to see what those full, sensuous, pouting lips looked like when they were wrapped around the base of his prick.
He rammed it home.
She took it all. . He slowly began to fuck.
Bernard moved his hips with a smooth, steady motion.
He used the entire length of his cock with each stroke.
He started the face fuck slowly, feeling the muscles clinging and pulling at the shaft of his prick.
But he steadily picked up the pace of the fuck as he could tell he was no longer hurting the woman.
Michele had managed to relax her throat muscles in her throat to the point where she could take him comfortably.
She really hadn't been too worried. She was pretty sure of herself when it came to her skills at giving head.
The man soon was fucking her throat as hard and fast as he could.
He wanted to ram his cock in harder, but he was afraid he would smash that pretty nose with his pubic bone.
As it was Michele had gotten hit there a couple of times, and she felt like she was going to sneeze.
That would be bad because the face fuck forced her to breath exclusively through her tiny button nose.
The face that her nose was buried in his pubic bush with every forward thrust of his hips didn't help either.
But she had learned to breath in rhythm with the fuck so that she always inhaled when her nostrils were clear of the short and curly dark brown pubic hairs.
All of the muscles in Bernard's body stiffened at the same time.
Michele could tell that he was about to climax.
She wanted her lips wrapped around the base of his glans when he shot his load of silvery fuck juice.
That way the sticky semen would land directly on her tongue and she would be able to savor the flavor.
Michele's favorite part of giving a blow job was when she got to drink down the man's come juice.
She had read that the come was almost one-hundred percent protein, and was good for her.
She always felt a little bit healthier after she sucked a guy off.
Michele pulled back with her head to show Bernard that she needed freedom of neck movement. His lips drew back.
Bernard's face was as red as a beet and his facial features were contorted into a grimace.
His teeth were bared and his eyes were closed tightly.
He looked as if he were in excruciating pain at that moment.
He could feel the explosions starting at the base of his cock.
Michele began to suck so hard she drew in her cheeks.
Bernard felt as if she were going to suck his balls dry.
He let out a howl of pleasure that filled the night air.
Michele thought that the man sounded like half-man-half-beast.
He sounded as if the full moon had turned him into a werewolf.
His come shot up his shaft and exploded out of his piss hole.
There was a lot more come to deal with that Michele anticipated.
She puffed out her cheeks in an attempt to keep it all inside her mouth.
But she failed and the come began to ooze from the stretched corners of her lips.
She could feel the thick fuck juice dripping down her face, resting on her smooth chin to cool.
Michele immediately began to swallow as hard as she could and she loved the way the thick stuff felt as it slithered down her gullet on its way to a warm spot in the pit of her belly.
Four more spurts of come followed as Bernard's cock convulsed, heaving up the come as if it were prick vomit.
And Michele sucked it all down. She did not stop sucking until she was sure that the man's orgasm was over.
She could tell because all of his muscles relaxed at the same time and he slowly rose up into a normal posture.
He found that it was possible to completely fill his lungs with air once again and Michele heard him rapidly catching his breath, and she pulled her lips slowly off of his cock head.
For a moment the tip of the still hard cock and Michele's upper lip were connected by a string of man come.
Michele looked at the tip of the man's cock and saw that a single bead of silvery come had formed at the piss hole.
She flicked out with the tip of her pink tongue and licked that ball of post-orgasmic ooze away.
Michele loved the way he flooded her mouth with come.
His semen was so hot that it almost scalded her cheeks.
It had a sweet flavor to it, as if there were actually honey in it.
Michele could see that the head of his cock was covered with a thin film of come so she used the flat part of her tongue to lick him clean.
He was very sensitive there and shivered as she did this.
He could feel the ecstasy of his mind-crushing orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of his afterglow.
By the time Michele was done licking the man's glans the only thing that made it shine in the light of the full moon was the hot spittle she spilled.
She could tell that the blood was starting to pump out of his cock and she could feel it softening.
The force of gravity was starting to have an effect on the tip of the man's awesome male tube steak.
The shaft was losing its rigidity and Michele stood up so that they could kiss passionately.
Again the kiss lasted for a very long time and Bernard could taste his own come on the woman's tongue.
At any other time the thought of tasting his own semen would have disgusted Bernard thoroughly.
But it seemed to turn him on when he tasted it coming from the tongue of the beautiful woman.
When the kiss ended, Michele moved her lips very close to Bernard's ear.
"How long do you think it will take you to get hard again?" He could feel her hot moist breath on the inside of his ear.
He shivered and again his flesh was covered with goose bumps.
"I don't know. A few minutes. If I keep looking at you it won't be long," Bernard said with a sexy smile.
He felt more confident than before. More adventurous.
He liked the naughty feeling that the tryst gave him.
"Let's go for a ride."
"Where?" Bernard asked.
"Let's go park like teenagers."
"We'll take my car," Bernard said and started to put on his clothes.
"The moon if full. It's been years since I've fucked in a back seat," Michele said with a throaty laugh.
Bernard thought about it for a moment and came up with a perfect place to take the beautiful woman.
Bernard had grown up in Rushdale and he was young enough to remember the spots one went to when they wanted to park.
He drooled as he thought about how wonderful Michele was going to look lying there naked beneath him.
CHAPTER TWO
In the living room of the Shakey house MacIntyre Symms was pouring wine into Stacy Shakey's glass.
They looked into each other's eyes, and Stacy felt a strange rumbling below that she didn't quite understand.
She could tell that the man wanted to be more than just good friends but she wasn't sure how far she would let things go.
She was feeling a little drunk, and her inhibitions were quickly drifting away from her conscience.
Stacy could tell that her face was a little flushed and it had been a long time since she had seen her husband.
Stacy was a pretty woman, with curly blonde hair that sat on top of her head like a golden mop.
A lot of people thought that Stacy's hair looked very cute and were envious of it.
But Stacy, not being a vain person, thought that it made her look like Harpo Marx and was always trying to think up ways of straightening it.
All of her methods failed and she curled right back up the first day that was on the humid side.
Stacy had round, youthful breasts that rode high on her chest.
Her breasts were not large but they seemed so in proportion to her slim frame.
When she became horny her erect nipples pointed slightly upward.
At that moment Stacy was wearing a white tee-shirt.
It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were quite clearly getting hard.
She had bright blue eyes that twinkled merrily whenever she was happy.
Stacy was happy most of the time, and she had a way of walking and talking like she was much younger than she was.
Stacy was twenty-three years old but still looked like she might be a freshman in secretarial school.
She was wearing a pair of old jeans that had patches on the knees.
It wasn't that the Shakey's were poor, they were just casual.
They dressed in clothes they thought would be the most comfortable.
Stacy's toes were wrapped around sandals and MacIntyre could see that her toes were all very close to the same length.
MacIntyre thought they were very cute toes, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on them.
"Perhaps you would like to show me the upstairs, Stacy," MacIntyre said, sitting close to the blonde on the couch.
He sat so that the sides of their thighs were touching and looked into her eyes as she sipped her wine.
Stacy was not much of a drinker and it didn't take much of the magic grape-juice to make her tipsy.
"But Bernard. . . " Stacy said.
"Don't worry about him. I sent my wife into the kitchen to seduce him."
"I don't think I understand," Stacy said. "I thought you were his friend."
"I am. I'm sure that by now they are both having a wonderful time."
"I don't believe you," Stacy said and got up to weave across the living room.
She looked in the kitchen and saw no sign of Bernard or Michele.
She thought that she was going to be furious with jealousy.
But it didn't take Stacy long to figure out that that wasn't the way she felt at all.
She felt a great sense of relief.
She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
She felt as if she had been freed from a prison.
Now she could have an affair with MacIntyre and she wouldn't have to feel a single twinge of guilt.
She knew that two wrongs did not make a right.
But fair was fair. Besides, MacIntyre looked like he had to be great in bed."
She marched back into the living room and winked at MacIntyre.
He set the bottle of wine carefully on the wooden coffee table in front of the long soft couch.
He rose and they met at the base of the stairs.
Stacy took him straight to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.
MacIntyre looked at the pretty blonde and felt a great ache in his balls.
He was glad that his and Michele's plan had worked so well.
They had both gotten the partners they wanted for the night.
MacIntyre and Stacy began to kiss wildly, and MacIntyre was pleased to find that Stacy was as hot as a pepper sprout the second he touched her.
"I want you to take off your clothes, Stacy," MacIntyre said rubbing his palms up and down her back with her tee-shirt on.
"Anything you say master," Stacy said. "I am your slave. I'll do whatever you want me to do."
MacIntyre could hear a teasing tone in the little blonde's voice, but he could also tell that some of what she said was true.
He could tell that she was the kind of girl who liked to be dominated in a sexual relationship.
MacIntyre turned one corner of his mouth up into a half-smile because he knew Stacy had found a man who knew how to dominate!
"Take off all of your clothes and get on the bed. I will kiss every square inch of your body. I will linger over the tasty parts. You will be screaming with joy by the time I am through with you," MacIntyre said.
Stacy felt as if she were going to swoon when she heard those words.
The man was so sure of himself. She wanted to fall into his arms and let him protect her from all of the evils in the world.
She could feel her pussy getting wet and slippery right away.
The crotch of her panties was getting wet and the cotton material was creeping up between her soft inner lips.
She could feel her cunt swelling, and her clit was starting to quiver at the top of that delicate slit.
Stacy stepped away from the man so she could undress.
He crossed his arms and smiled as he gazed at her shamelessly.
Stacy grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and quickly pulled it up over her head.
She tugged her arms free and threw the tee-shirt carelessly to one side.
The shirt struck the far wall of the bedroom and fell silently to the floor.
They finally came to a rest with the nipple pointing upward.
MacIntyre could feel his salivary gland going berserk as he looked at those twin feminine erections.
The distinguished man had to concentrate on swallowing frequently so that he could keep from drooling.
Stacy was drunk enough to be unashamed with nakedness.
She knew that she had a nice body, and she found that she was enjoying the strip-tease she was performing.
She was wearing her jeans so tight that she had to wiggle her hips from side to side to tug them down.
She hooked her thumbs under the tops of her faded jeans and her underwear at the same time and sighed as she felt her wet panties pull away from her outer labia.
MacIntyre could see that Stacy had a tiny pubic patch.
Instead of an inverted triangle she had two curls of short and curly hair growing just above her clitoris.
Less that a third of her mound was covered with hair.
The patch looked littler because of the lightness of the hair.
The hair above Stacy's pussy was the same color as the hair on her head.
It was downy and looked to be very soft.
Stacy kicked off her sandals and pointed her cute chubby toes as she pulled her legs free one at a time.
She kicked her pants away and stood in front of the handsome man as naked as they day she was born.
MacIntyre could feel his cock getting hard inside his pants.
Stacy moved so that she was on her back in the center of the bed.
MacIntyre stood at the foot of the bed and placed his hands on his hips.
Stacy placed both of the pillows on top of one another and punched the top one with a tiny fist to make an indentation for the back of her head.
The second she had settled back she opened her thighs slowly.
MacIntyre could not take his eyes off of the pretty blonde's pussy.
Stacy opened her legs to a perfect ninety degree angle.
She raised up her knees and placed the balls of her tiny feet flat on the foot of the double bed.
MacIntyre could see that Stacy's cunt lips were bright pink.
He could see that no hair grew on the sides of her vulva.
Stacy's outer cunt lips were completely devoid of pubic hair.
The pretty blonde was equally bald between the cheeks of her ass.
Stacy pointed her knees at opposite walls of the bedroom.
MacIntyre quickly took off all of his clothes and folded them neatly before placing them on a chair.
Stacy could see that he had an eight-inch hard-on wagging in front of him as he proved he was neat even in passion.
The man moved to the side of the bed and kissed Stacy on the lips.
They played fun swordfight games with the tips of their tongues.
MacIntyre kicked his legs up on the bed so he was on his belly at the pretty little blonde's side.
He kissed and licked at the side of her neck. MacIntyre nibbled playfully at her dangling earlobe.
He explored the inside of Stacy's ear with his tongue.
It was hot and wet, making Stacy start to squirm on the bed.
She could feel her cunt juice start to drip from the base of her throbbing pink pussy slit.
The fuck honey was rolling over the inch long patch of mucous membrane between the base of her cunt and her ass-hole.
She knew that it wouldn't be long before she would make a wet spot on the bedspread with her drooling cunt.
MacIntyre kissed his way slowly down the front of Stacy's upper torso.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't keep her hips still.
Her skin was very fair. Her complexion was a perfect peaches and cream.
MacIntyre was soon showering her perky breasts with tiny peck kisses and she moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He thrust his tonuge out and placed the tip of it directly on Stacy's erect right nipple.
He began to flick the tip of it back and forth, feeling the rosy but growing larger on his tongue.
It became like a round pebble and he rolled it back and forth slowly, making her nipple wet and shiny from the saliva he dripped on it.
MacIntyre no longer worried about drooling and let his spit get on her nipple to make it slipperier. "Oh God, MacIntyre, that feels wonderful," Stacy said, her pretty face shining with a happy grin.
The man wrapped his lips around the outside of the nipple and began to suck on it very slowly.
He drew in his cheeks and flicked the tip of his tongue across it even as he sucked at the erection.
MacIntyre made sloppy sounds with his mouth and he could tell that the little blonde's muscles were tensing.
He could see that her shapely young body was becoming slick with the perspiration of her exertion.
MacIntyre got his teeth on the hard nipple and began to give it little love bites that drove Stacy wild.
She could feel her pussy gushing with natural lubrication, and the scent of her womanhood was wafting up from her private parts.
Both of them could smell the odor of Stacy's wet cunt and they felt intoxicated by its muskiness.
MacIntyre kept his teeth on the nipple and began to tug outward so that the skin around it was pulled taut.
"BITE IT! BITE MY NIPPLE HARD!" Stacy screamed as her face turned as red as a racing fire engine.
She pulled her lips back over her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, her cunt demanding attention by that time.
Stacy could feel the pain in her nipple mixing with her pleasure.
She knew that her orgasm, when it came, would be terrific.
Nothing like this had ever happened to
Stacy Shakey before.
She wondered if this was the start of a new era in her life.
The pretty blonde had always been true to her husband, but she could tell that that would no longer be the case.
She. felt as if the world had opened up to her.
All of a sudden the mundane life she had been living seemed as if it were filled with many options.
MacIntyre tugged hard at the nipple so that the whole shape of her breast was changed by his pulling.
Her tit looked pointier than usual and Stacy could tell that her nipple was as hard and erect as it could possibly get.
The man released her nipple and allowed it to snap back into place.
He then slowly repeated the process with the other nipple.
Stacy's clit was so swollen it felt as if it would pop out of the top of her pussy slit at any moment.
"Please go down on me, MacIntyre," Stacy said.
Her voice betrayed her extreme sexual arousal as she spoke.
It was obvious that the muscles in her throat were tight.
They were squeezing hard around her tender voice box.
Her voice was a higher pitch than normal, making the tiny blonde sound younger than she really was.
"I can't stand it anymore. I'm so fucking hot, MacIntyre."
MacIntyre liked the way she sounded when she said it.
She was pleading, begging him to give her pleasure.
He felt as if he were in complete control of the situation.
MacIntyre liked being in complete control. Especially when that control came in a sexual context.
MacIntyre removed his mouth from Stacy's tits and began to kiss his way slowly down the front of her body.
He sucked at the flesh of the flat plain of her belly and traced a wet circle around her concave bellybutton with the tip of his tongue.
He explored the inside of her navel with his tongue and this felt a lot better than Stacy thought it would.
The handsome older man then kissed Stacy's abdomen where her ache of desire was fierce and maddening.
He moved his face so that his nose was grazing against her tiny blonde pubic patch and sniffed hard.
His nostrils dilated as he filled his sinuses with the aroma of the little blonde's bursting womanhood.
MacIntyre placed his hands under Stacy's right thigh.
He lifted her leg way up in the air so he could crawl under it.
Stacy pointed her toes and kept her knee gracefully bent as he did this.
Soon MacIntyre was lying on his belly on the bed with his head between Stacy Shakey's parted thighs.
The tiny blonde gasped and moaned as the man ran the palms of his hands up the front of her body toward her tits.
She stretched her knees apart so that she was pointing them at opposite walls of the upstairs bedroom.
Her thighs were opened to a perfect ninety degree angle.
The man looked at the little girl's cunt and sighed.
He could see how swollen and wet her pussy flesh was.
MacIntyre could see her clit at the top of her cunt.
It was throbbing visibly as it poked out from under its foreskin.
"EAT ME!" Stacy screamed out. The party below was very noisy.
The stereo was booming and she didn't worry about anyone hearing her screams of passionate delight.
But MacIntyre did not go straight for her pussy in spite of his craving to taste her plentiful juice.
He wanted to build her up to orgasm slowly so that she would come with a mind-crushing force.
The handsome man opened his fingers and took both of her breasts into the taut palms of his hands.
He could feel her erect nipples throbbing and pressing against the centers of his palms as he sunk his fingers into the tit flesh.
At the same time he began to kiss lightly at the soft white flesh of Stacy Shakey's inner thighs.
MacIntyre sucked at the flesh so hard that he made little red marks on her peaches and cream skin.
He even used his teeth to give her love bites on her thighs making the pretty blonde writhe violently.
She gyrated her hips in a rapid circle and moved them up and down as if she were pretending that his cock was already inside her fucking her hard and fast.
The man moved both of her breasts at the same time in sensuous circles.
He pressed her tits together as hard as he could so that the cleavage between them became long and deep.
MacIntyre then released her tits and moved his hands to the underside of Stacy's thighs and once again opened his fingers.
He pressed forward, telling Stacy to roll back so that her weight was on the small of her back.
In this manner her buttocks rolled up off the red bedspread and became available to MacIntyre's mouth.
As he caressed the insides of her thighs with his mouth he moved ever-closer to the outer lips of her pussy.
Stacy was so hot she knew that she was going to come violently the second the man found her clit with his tongue.
She could also tell that he was in the mood to be a tease with her during the hot oral sex session.
She could tell that that the man wanted to keep her aroused for as long as possible without tipping her over the edge into ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Stacy called out, her eyes closing very tightly.
She began to open and close her knees rapidly.
MacIntyre moved his hands so she would not be able to clamp down on his head with her thighs like she wanted to.
He began to bite at the backs of her thighs and Stacy's could tell that he was heading for her buttocks.
The blood had rushed to the surface in her ass cheeks and she could feel her ass-hole tingling with anticipation.
There was an ache deep inside her bowels that told the pretty blonde how much she needed to be penetrated there.
Stacy swooned and gurgled as she felt the man start to suck and bite at her ass flesh.
He sucked on one spot for a moment and moved his fingers to her ass so he could spread the cheeks apart.
He pulled the sweet blonde's ass cheeks apart until the skin in the crack was pulled perfectly taut.
Stacy could feel her sphincter muscle stretched also in the process, and the tingling she felt in her anus was getting worse by the second.
MacIntyre could see that the crack of the girl's ass was wet from the natural lubrication that had dripped out of the base of her pussy slit.
He placed the pointy tip of his pink hot tongue at the tip of the crack of her ass and began to flick it back and forth lightly and rapidly.
He worked his mouth slowly upward so that his tongue was getting closer to her ass-hole a fraction of an inch at a time, making the blonde squirm with anticipation.
Then the tip of his tongue found the ring of muscle at her sphincter and he lapped happily, using the flat part of his tongue to stroke her.
This felt so good that Stacy couldn't help but buck her hips upward, her feet lifting off of the foot of the bed with the toes tightly curled under.
He loved the way that her ass-hole tasted and licked at it until all of the delicious flavor was gone.
He made a little humming noise in the back of his throat to let his new lover know how much he was enjoying this anal-oral contact.
She didn't have to tell him how much she liked it.
Her loud moans and groans told the story for her.
MacIntyre made his tongue stiff so he could penetrate her.
He placed the tip of his tongue at the center of her ring of ass muscle and pressed forward with his head.
He was still holding the creamy cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go with both of his large strong hands.
Stacy let out a loud grunt that completely emptied her lungs of air as she felt her sphincter muscle opening.
Stacy had never gotten fucked in the ass, but she was starting to think that it might not be a bad idea.
Stacy Shakey no longer worried about the effect this affair would have on her marriage with Bernard.
She knew that she would have felt guilty if she were having an affair and Bernard was behaving himself.
But it seemed as if this night were destined to end up like this.
Stacy had no idea how wild the party was going to get before the night was through.
MacIntyre pushed his tongue into Stacy's ass-hole as deeply as he could get it.
He wiggled the tip around so that he would be able to caress her inner bowel flesh.
The ache that Stacy felt in her bowels was too deep for his tongue to reach.
She knew that the only way that ache could be satisfied was by his cock.
She felt brave, and decided that she would ask him to fuck her in the ass-hole right after he finished giving her oral pleasure.
MacIntyre could tell by the way the little blonde was breathing that she couldn't be teased for much longer.
There was something desperate about her groans by that point that told him it was time to give her cunt pleasure directly.
He allowed the little girl to place her feet back on the bed, so that once again she was resting her weight on the supple yet firm cheeks of her ass.
MacIntyre placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her pussy slit where the accumulation of natural lubrication was at its most plentiful.
He quickly discovered that he loved the taste of her pussy.
He thought that she had the sweetest cunt he had ever tasted.
He had always enjoyed eating Michele's cunt, but he had to admit that it didn't taste as good as the blonde's.
Stacy jerked upward with her hips once again and MacIntyre had to wrap his arms around her thighs so that she wouldn't be able to hit him in the face with her wet slap of pussy meat. MacIntyre pulled his mouth away from Stacy's dripping pussy slit just long enough to speak briefly.
"Oh, Stacy, you taste wonderful. I could eat your cunt all day and all night," he said, sounding very sincere.
"Th-thank. . .y-y-you!" Stacy Shakey managed to say.
She had to spit out the words in between gasps for air.
MacIntyre kept his arms around her thighs and moved his fingers to the swollen outer lips of her pussy.
Being very gentle, and showing a great deal of respect for the pretty blonde's delicate cunt tissues, he pulled those lips apart until the mucous membrane between her sets of cunt lips was pulled tight.
He used the flat part of his tongue to lick up and down the puffy, hairless outer lips until they too were devoid of flavor.
MacIntyre could see that Stacy's inner cunt lips protruded the furthest from her hot pussy slit.
He could see that her inner labia were curled back a little at the edges so that she looked like a rose blossom.
MacIntyre yearned to see that pink rose develop into a full-fledged flower as the inner lips wrapped around the tight shaft of his cock.
He flicked the tip of his tongue up and down the outer edges of the inner lips.
MacIntyre began to push those lips apart, making his tongue curious.
He then stiffened his tongue and plunged it between the lips, seeing how deeply he could penetrate her with his wet taster, and she let out a wanton groan that filled the bedroom with sound.
MacIntyre worked his tongue in and out of her cunt hole as if he were fucking her and loosened, his grip on her thighs enough so that she could rock back and forth with the blissful friction he was causing.
He was laying on his hard cock, and he could feel the shaft throbbing as it was pinned against the bedspread.
MacIntyre loved the flavor, the smell, the sensation.
He felt as if he were completely in control of his sexuality.
He was in tune with all five of his senses, a natural sensate.
Stacy' could feel the pressure in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds as he tongue-fucked her.
She wondered how severe the sexual tension in her loins could get before a release became inevitable.
"MAKE ME COME! MAKE ME COME! PLEASE!" Stacy screamed.
MacIntyre could tell that it would be cruel to tease her any longer.
He pulled his tongue out from between her inner cunt lips.
He could tell that the lower half of his face was wet and shiny.
A great deal of cunt juice had spilled onto his broad chin.
He removed his fingertips from her swollen outer labia.
MacIntyre noticed that those lips stayed parted without his help.
It was as if he had trained her pussy to stay open for him.
MacIntyre placed the forefinger of his left hand at the top of her pussy slit.
He pressed on a spot directly above her throbbing love button.
Up till that point he had not made direct contact with her clit.
Stacy found that it was the spot he hadn't touched that tingled the most.
He had explored every nook and cranny of her pussy flesh without touching the center of her womanly pleasure. The man pulled upward with his fingertip so that the little blonde's clitoral foreskin pulled completely off of her love button.
MacIntyre knew a lot about the female anatomy.
He knew that the visible part of her clit was only the tip of the iceberg.
The organ sunk deep within her and was as big as a flaccid penis.
MacIntyre placed the tip of his tongue lightly on her clitoris.
Stacy made a deep groaning noise as she felt the explosions starting within her pulsating cunt.
The man began to roll her clit around in a small circle.
He moved her love button as if it were a marble in oil.
Stacy could feel the heat of her climax slowly spreading to fill her hips.
Every muscle in the little blonde's body became very tight.
She could feel her back teeth clenching together very hard.
She ground her back teeth together so hard that her jaw ached.
But she was hardly aware of the pain she felt in her jaw.
It was next to insignificant compared to the mind-boggling pleasure offered by her growing orgasm.
She could feel the rush of sensation sweeping down her legs, all the way to her toes.
Stacy's chubby little toes were tightly curled under.
They clutched hard and made a wrinkle in the red bedspread on either side of MacIntyre's upper torso.
Stacy could feel the pleasure rushing up her spine to the base of her skull, and her back teeth unclenched.
Her jaw dropped and her mouth fell gaping open.
Her swollen thick tongue rested on her puffy lower lip.
Her mouth opened until the skin at the corners of her lips was tight.
She let out a scream that started at the pit of her stomach.
It was a shrieking scream that made her sound as if she were being subjected to horrible agonies.
One would have thought that she was being tortured by a masked sadist if they had heard that scream.
But the stereo downstairs was blasting so loud that no one heard the erotic sounds coming from the upstairs bedroom.
MacIntyre Symms knew that it was ecstasy rather than agony that was making the little blonde scream that way.
Stacy pressed down with the balls of her feet.
She pressed the back of her head hard against the pillow.
The little girl arched her back and lifted her buttocks from the bedspread.
'CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!! ! " she screamed.
MacIntyre did not have to be told. He could have figured it out by himself.
He began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Stacy could feel the rush of the orgasm entering her brain, sending it reeling.
Her eyes were closed, but the room felt as if it were spinning.
She could see little sparks of light shooting across the insides of her tightly closed eyelids.
Just when Stacy thought that her molten orgasm had peaked out she felt the man press forward with his face.
MacIntyre Symms puckered his lips and allowed them to protrude a little bit as he did this to her.
He wrapped his puckered lips around her little man in the boat and the surrounding flesh at the same time.
He then sucked her clit up into his mouth and continued to bat at it with the tip of his tongue.
He worked his tongue over her love button as if he were a boxer working out on a small punching bag.
He was determined to suck and lick at her clit until he was sure that her tremendous come was over.
It wasn't hard to figure out when that was.
All of Stacy's muscles relaxed at the same time.
Her buttocks returned to the bedspread and she let out a moan of satisfaction.
The ecstasy of her sexual climax was finally over.
Stacy was sure that it had only lasted for a few seconds.
But her perception of time had been altered by the intensity of the physical pleasure she had felt.
During her come, she was sure that it would go on forever.
Now, she struggled to catch her breath, realizing that she had been totally unable to breathe when she came.
She could feel her racing heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
Her body was now drenched with her sweat of exertion.
Her face was still red but it was starting to return to normal.
She could feel the warmth of her post-orgasmic afterglow filling her hips and her sweet loins.
MacIntyre pulled his face out of her cunt and released the grip he had had on her slim tapered thighs.
He rested his chin lightly on her pubic bone and smiled at her.
He looked at her pretty face between her heaving breasts.
"Feel good?" MacIntyre asked, turning up one corner of his mouth into a slay grin.
"Oh God! wonderful!" Stacy said, her voice closer to normal.
Then she looked at his face closely and let out a small giggle.
"What's so funny?" MacIntyre asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Your face is all wet," Stacy said, her blue eyes twinkling.
MacIntyre lifted his chin from the little girl's mound.
He went to wipe off his lips and chin with the back of his hand.
But Stacy stopped him by reaching down and grabbing his wrist.
"What?" MacIntyre said.
"Let me lick it off for you." ' "Ummmm," MacIntyre said, and all Stacy could think about was how much she wanted his cock in her ass.
CHAPTER THREE
Bernard Shakey drove the car slowly down the road near his house, hoping that no one would notice that the host had left the party.
He was pensive.
He wondered what the guests would think when they discovered that they had been abandoned by him.
Then he decided that he didn't give a fuck what anyone thought.
He was sure that Stacy was being just as bad as him, and he was guiltless.
Michele sat so close to him in the front seat of his car that he could feel her body heat on his shoulder.
She inched over on the seat a little further so that the sides of their thighs were pressed together.
Bernard really felt as if he were a teenager again.
He knew that opportunities to have an affair did not pop up every day.
He had found himself thinking about having an affair more and more frequently in recent months.
There were a few secretaries in his office that looked like they might be hot in the old sack.
But none of them were nearly as beautiful as Michele Symms, and Bernard considered himself a very lucky man.
He took Michele to the north end of town and drove her through the country roads until they got to a dirt road.
"Where are you taking me?" Michele asked. Michele wasn't concerned. She was merely curious.
"Down this dirt road. We are going to a place called Sex Hill."
"How appropriate," Michele said with a small laugh.
As the man turned the car down the dirt road, Michele moved the tips of her fingers the insides of his thighs.
She ran her long red fingernails up and down and even caressed his balls a little bit as she touched him.
Bernard could feel the ache returning to his balls.
Bernard could feel the blood pumping back down into his cock.
It was throbbing and getting larger inside his pants.
He could tell that he was going to have no trouble getting a second hard-on when it came time to fuck her.
He had been a little worried about his ability to get it up a second time.
He had had a few beers and sometimes that had a bad effect on his ability to get hard.
But the affair was so naughty and adventurous that he could tell he could get it up as often as Michele wanted it.
They drove up the side of the hill, kicking up dust behind them as they went.
On the way to the top of the hill Bernard saw a couple of other cars parked along the side of the dirt road.
Young lovers finding out for the first time what its like to be naked with another hot body, Bernard figured.
The handsome man with the big prick drove the car all the way to the top of Sex Hill where he knew the view was beautiful.
From the top of that hill one could see all of the lights of Rushdale down below.
Even from far away Rushdale looked like a quaint little village.
Bernard could feel his cock again putting some stress on the crotch of his jeans.
At the top of Sex Hill was a large dirt field that was used by hunters in the daytime to shoot at beer cans and paper targets.
Just before he turned off the headlights, Bernard could see that the field was covered with empty beer cans and used condoms.
It was just as he remembered it, and there was something about the intensity of his lust that made him feel as if he were a teenager again.
He felt as if he were about to get fucked for the first time in his life.
He felt as if he were about to lose his virginity all over again.
He had a big car so he knew the two of them could fuck in comfort.
As Bernard turned off the car's engine, he turned the ignition key all the way to the left.
That way he could still play the car's radio.
He adjusted the tuner until he found the local rock and roll station.
Somehow rock and roll seemed appropriate for parking on Sex Hill, something that the man had not done in years. "Let's go into the backseat," Michele said. "I want your cock inside me."
Bernard thought that he would cream inside his jeans when he heard the beautiful black-haired woman say those words.
"Ohh, Baby. I can't wait. The moon is full. You are beautiful. I want to fuck you so bad I ache."
"Come on, Bernard. Let's undress quickly while we're outside. When I join you in the back I'll be naked."
Bernard could feel his cock come to full erection and the first thing he did when he got out of the car was tug down his jeans.
His prick snapped out in front of him and bobbed up and down a couple of times as Bernard sighed.
His cock had felt as if it were suffocating inside those tight jeans, and it was great to let it breathe.
Bernard pulled off his shirt and threw it onto the hood of the car.
His cock pressed against his belly as he bent at the waist.
He removed his sneakers and pulled his pants and underwear off at the same time.
The whole time he undressed he tried to look at Michele taking off her own clothes on the other side of the car.
He couldn't wait to see her naked and waiting for him.
He needed to know what those huge firm breasts looked like.
He wanted to see if her pubic hair was as black as the hair on her head.
When he was naked he walked around toward the hood of the car so he could see her more clearly.
She moved slower than he and she was just tugging off her sweater as she came into his view. I
He knew that she wasn't wearing a bra and his cock throbbed in anticipation of those huge naked tits.
Her breasts popped out, the nipples pointing at him, resting high and firm, protruding far from her chest.
They were round, full, perfectly shaped tits.
They were without a doubt the nicest tits Bernard had ever seen.
Bernard's balls ached as he looked at those tits.
He wanted to jump her bones right there in the dirt.
But he knew that she was looking forward to making it in the car.
Perhaps, if he came back for seconds, he would plow her there in the dirt, feeling like a part of nature.
Bernard had always wanted to make love in the mud.
He didn't think that this made him a pervert or anything.
But he had to admit that he was a little embarrassed by the fantasy.
He had never told his wife that he wanted to do something so kinky.
He had been afraid that she would be put off by the idea.
He didn't feel nearly as insecure or weird with Michele.
He got the impression that she was the kind of woman who would ball you in the mud if you asked her nicely.
Bernard watched as the woman unsnapped the single button that held the tops of her dark blue designer jeans together.
Michele unbuttoned that button using the same motion she would have used to snap her forefinger and thumb together to the beat of the music.
The rock and roll was blasting and could be heard clearly as they stood on the dirt outside the car.
Though they were not aware of it, both of them were gyrating to the rhythm of the music a little bit.
Michele kicked off her spike high heels and hooked her thumbs under the tops of her jeans and the elastic to her underwear at the same time.
She was wearing her pants so tight that she had to wiggle her hips seductively to get them down.
Bernard could see the top of her pubic patch, and sighed as he saw the crotch of her panties pull away from her pussy lips.
He could tell by the way the material stuck to the flesh for a moment that she was very wet down there.
Michele pulled her jeans and undies over pointed toes and threw both onto the roof of the car.
They stood in front of each other in the dirt for a moment.
Their naked torsos looked a little blue in the light of the full moon.
Bernard could see that Michele's pubic hair grew in a perfect inverted triangle as if it had been trimmed.
One would think that Michele shaved the edges carefully to make her pubies look so neat and trim.
One would surely thought that she clipped it to keep the hairs short.
Only Michele knew that that was the way it grew naturally.
She was just blessed with a perfectly shaped pubic patch.
They both got into the back seat, entering from opposite sides of the long wide luxury automobile.
The tank was a gas-guzzler but Bernard loved it.
He had gotten a deal on it because it used to belong to his cousin.
The second they got in they slammed the car doors shut behind them and lunged toward one another.
They met in a passionate embrace in the center of the backseat, pressing their upper torsos together.
Bernard could feel those huge tits pressing against his muscled chest, and the ache in his balls got worse.
His cock was sticking straight up, the tip pointing toward the ceiling above the car's backseat.
Bernard could feel the skin that covered his glans pulled tight by the full engorgement of blood.
Their lips came together and they explored each other's hot wet mouth with thick and curious tongues.
Michele managed to get her tongue under Bernard's so she could stimulate his salivary gland erotically.
This felt a lot better than Bernard thought it was going to and he could feel his mouth filling with spit.
He didn't bother to even try and swallow the excess spit.
He allowed it to drool over his lower lip so that it could stream down Michele's chin and into her cleavage, ran the palms of his hands up and down the woman's back.
He rubbed the small of her back gently with his fingertips and he could feel the dimples near the top of the crack of her ass.
He pressed his fingertips into the dimples and loved the purring sound Michele made in his ear.
"Feel my tits. Fondle me," Michele said in a breathy voice.
The black-haired woman could tell that she was already making a wet spot on the soft leather backseat.
She hoped that the man wouldn't mind. She could tell that the car was going to smell like a whorehouse by the time they were finished fucking.
Bernard pulled away from Michele so he could play with her breasts.
He felt the little hairs on the back of his head stand on end as he touched that smooth firm flesh for the first time.
Bernard felt his cock spasm so hard at that moment that it slapped him in the flat plain of his belly.
Michele could feel the outer third of her vagina throbbing while the inner part yearned to be stroked.
She knew that he was going to fill her pussy with that ten inch shaft and she was soaking wet just thinking about it.
She knew that her cunt was going to be asked to hold more cock meat than it ever had before.
Michele knew that the man was going to touch her in places she had never touched before, and she knew that she was about to rediscover the joys of being a woman.
She had fucked a lot of men in her life, but there was something about Bernard that told her he was going to be a very special lover.
Michele shuddered as she felt his fingers open and his palms press against her swollen, erect nipples.
She reached down with her hand, fingers slightly bent, and raked her long red fingernails over the bare flesh of Bernard's heavily muscled inner thighs.
Michele moved her fingers quickly to the mans balls which were resting on the backseat's soft leather.
Michele tickled the man's scrotum with the tips of her nails for a moment and quickly moved the fleshy tips of her fingers to the underside of his cock.
She could feel the dilated vein on the underside of his phallic shaft throbbing against her fingertip.
Michele loved the way it felt, so hard and angry, and she immediately began to move her fingers up and down.
She ran her fingertips ten inches upward to the tip of his cock, lightly fingering the piss hole in the center of his glans.
Bernard hoped that he could fuck her for a long time because he wanted to give her all of the pleasure that she deserved for being so good to him.
He certainly was having a lot better time than he figured he would on this particular evening.
And it was all because Michele had come into his life.
Now he was about to come into her. He growled.
Bernard knew that it was a big helper to have one orgasm already under his belt that night. It would mean that he would be able to fuck her for longer without having to worry about ending the act with his own ejaculation.
Bernard was still feeling some anxiety, however.
He had a feeling that Michele's cunt was going to be very tight.
He could just imagine the talent that her cunt muscles possessed.
He could almost feel the way that swollen flesh would tug at his prick.
There was a danger that he would have to come the second he got inside.
He became mentally prepared to think of nothing but baseball scores the second he felt like he might come too quickly.
He knew that it wasn't going to be easy though.
Michele was going to be one unbelievably hot fuck!
Bernard Shakey was sure of that, and Michele rubbed the palm of her hand lightly over the tip of his cock, giving Bernard a hot tickling sensation that made him want to crawl out of his skin with sexual tension.
Bernard tried to hold all of her breast flesh at the same time.
He fondled her tits and moved them in slow circles.
"I want to suck your tits," Bernard said, and he could feel his passion making his deep voice shake a little bit."
Yes, yes, yes!" Michele said. "Suck them very hard!"
They were miles from nowhere. They knew that they could call out with passion and not worry about anyone hearing.
They could make love with reckless abandon, which was exactly what both of them had in mind.
The sounds of their panting were almost as loud as the rock and roll music blasting from the dashboard.
Bernard lowered his head and parted his lips.
He kept his hand on her right tit and went after her left one with his mouth.
It was big enough for him to give little peck kisses for a long time without kissing the same spot twice.
Bernard found the nipple last and immediately began to suck at it.
He sucked both of her nipples until they were as hard and erect as they could possibly get, both growing to be almost a full inch long.
Her nipples were very large, but did not look gross because they were in proportion with the rest of each tit.
Bernard figured that her nipples were a good deal larger than the silver dollars in Las Vegas.
"Eat my cunt," Michele said. Her voice was no more than a whisper.
She tried to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft of his cock.
Again she found that her delicate fingers did not make it all the way.
Michele pumped her hand up and down the cock, moving her entire right arm.
Bernard let out a moan and pulled his mouth away from her tits.
"You had better cut that out or you are going to get a hand full of hot cream," he said with a small laugh.
Michele reminded herself to keep her gestures subtler so she would not risk making him blow his wad before he got a chance to fuck her.
Michele's cunt ached so bad she couldn't wait another second to feel his tongue inside that swollen flesh.
"EAT MY CUNT!" the black-haired woman screamed at the top of her lungs.
The backseat was long enough for Michele to stretch out on her back if she kept her knees slightly upraised.
Bernard moved out of the way so she could do this, kneeling where the backseat passenger's feet would be.
Michele wiggled her tits as she moved back onto the seat. I
She only stretched out for a moment before lifting her bare feet up in the air.
She placed her feet far apart on the ceiling over the backseat.
Bernard placed his elbows on the soft leather and leaned around the back of her right thigh so he could get his face in her cunt.
Hungrier than in recent memory, Bernard buried his face into that poontang, driving his tongue deep into the fuck hole!
CHAPTER FOUR
Bernard rapidly worked his tongue in and out of that hole.
He could taste her cunt juice as it streamed down onto his tongue.
He could tell that his face was getting all wet and shiny.
Bernard quickly worked the woman to the brink of orgasm.
Bernard used his left hand to fondle Michele's tits as he ate her cunt, wrapping his arm around the outside of her thigh.
He then pulled his tongue out of the hole and placed the flat part of his tongue at the base of her cunt.
He then lapped upward, not stopping until his tongue was in her black patch of short and curly pubic hair.
At the tail-end of the long tongue stroke his tongue went over Michele's swollen clit making her shiver violently.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she bellowed, her voice sounding deep, throaty and animalistic.
Bernard repeated the stoke over and over again, each time licking the entire length of her red slash.
Her cunt gushed, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with each stroke.
Michele felt as if lightning were striking her hot loins each time the flat part of her tongue crossed her love button.
Bernard repeated this stroke until the woman begged him to make her come.
"Please, Bernard, oh pretty please," Michele said in a whimpering tone that Bernard found he liked very much.
He had mercy on her. He moved his tongue up to her little man in the boat.
He could see that her clit was larger than his wife's.
It looked like a baby penis at the tip of her pussy. He could see her clit throbbing in the moonlight.
He began to lick at it as hard and fast as he could, rolling his tongue over her feminine erection.
"OH GOD! I'M COMING!" Michele screamed. "OHH!"
Bernard couldn't help but admit to himself that he was proud of the pleasure he was giving her.
He could tell by the way her body tensed and began to snap that her orgasm was just as good as his had been.
Somehow he had known that the woman would be a screamer.
She was too enthusiastic about fucking not to be enthusiastic when coming.
Michele began to spasm wildly and screamed out with a blood-curdling wail.
"YES! YES! YES!" the black-haired woman yelled.
Bernard licked hard and fast at her little man in the boat, sometimes shaking his head violently from side to side to increase the intensity of the stimulation he was giving the center of her womanly pleasure.
The second Michele could feel the convulsions in her pussy easing, they increased again as Bernard changed the pattern of his tongue movements.
Michele's orgasm was so long she couldn't help but wonder if it was two orgasms strung end to end.
She could feel the center of her desire moving from her clitoris to a spot deep inside her pussy.
Michele had a magic spot very close to the mouth of her womb, near her dimpled cervix that was demanding to be stroked.
She could tell that she was going to burst into a deep vaginal orgasm the second Bernard found that spot with the tip of his cock.
She thought about how wonderful it was goind to be to feel her cunt lips stretching until they gaped just so they could wrap themselves tightly around the bulbous head of Bernard's ten inch cock.
Her afterglow and the ache inside her cunt filled her hips at the same time, and she fidgeted on the backseat.
She ground her buttocks against the soft leather and made tiny whimpering noises in the back of her throat.
Bernard pulled his face out of her cunt. He needed to know what the inside of that dripping cunt felt like. He had to penetrate that honey pot deeply with his savage ten inch manhood sword.
"FUCK ME!" Michele screamed. She was frantic. "Oh, I need you. I need you so badly. Please fuck me."
Bernard moved up on the seat and rolled on top of her so that the full weight of his body pressed down.
Michele could feel her huge firm breasts being pressed flat against his chest and for a moment it was difficult for her to breathe.
Bernard had trouble finding a place to put his legs for a moment but finally found a slightly diagonal direction that was comfortable.
Bernard placed his hands on the soft leather on either side of Michele's beautiful head and lifted his face so that his lips were only a fraction of an inch from hers.
They could feel each other's hot moist breath.
They yearned to couple. They wanted to become a single sexual being.
Bernard's cock was pinned between their lower bellies.
Bernard's balls dangled down and rubbed against the outer edges of Michele's swollen vaginal lips.
She got an idea of how deep inside her he would go with that pole, and she could feel her mind concentrating solely on the desire she felt in her loins.
She could think of nothing else. She was thinking with her cunt.
She wanted him to impale her completely with that ten inch cock.
She wanted him to pin her to the back seat with his rod.
Bernard pressed down with the palms of his hands.He slowly straightened his arms until his elbows were locked.
His upper torso lifted up and away from her breasts.
Michele's breasts were so firm that they stood way up even when the force of gravity was working against them.
Michele could feel her nipples, still a full inch long, sticking up toward the ceiling of the car.
She could tell that her buttocks were very slippery from the cunt juice she had already spilled on the seat. Michele stretched her thighs open so that she could get her knees up on either side of Bernard's hips.
Bernard arched his back and slowly lifted his hips so only the tip of his cock was touching sweet Michele.
The black-haired girl could feel the man's piss hole throbbing as if slid down her abdomen to her mound.
Bernard found that her pubic hair felt very good on the head of his cock when he was fully erect.
Her pubies were soft and he wondered if she shampooed and conditioned them when she was bathing.
Bernard held up his hips with his left arm alone, and reached back with his large, strong right hand. He grabbed the base of his cock in his fist and squeezed it.
He just wanted to make sure that it was as hard and stiff as it got.
He was satisfied with the test. His cock was as hard as a rock.
He then used to his right hand to guide the tip.
He placed his piss hole directly on the woman's clitoris.
She felt him throbbing against her throbbing, and she let out a sharp cry that almost startled the man.
He rubbed the tip of his thick prick back and forth across her clit, which only made her want to be violated all the worse.
Both Michele and Bernard yearned to feel her inner cunt lips wrapped tightly around the very base of his cock.
Bernard moved the head of his cock to Michele's inner cunt lips.
He moved his glans very close to the base of her drooling pussy.
He moved his hips so that his rod would be at the proper angle for penetration.
The second he had his cock in the right spot he pulled his large hand away from the base of his pole and replaced it beside Michele's head.
He began to press down with his hips and Michele could immeditely feel her inner cunt lips stretching open to take him.
She could feel her cunt open till gaping, and the tip of Bernard's prick worked its way through the swollen flesh steadily toward the magic spot within Michele that would make her burst into a blissful deep vaginal orgasm.
Then Bernard did reach that point and he could feel the muscles in her cunt starting to spasm.
Michele found that her deep vaginal come was sharper and shorter than the one she had received from his tongue.
But the best thing about it was she could tell that she was going to have many of them as Bernard fucked her.
She knew that she was going to come so many times, she didn't even bother to count them, as she did sometimes when she fucked MacIntyre.
Bernard could feel her talented cunt muscles tugging as they gripped at the shaft of his thick prick.
It was almost as if she were pulling him deeper inside using the movements of her inner cunt walls.
Bernard felt once again as if she were going to suck his balls dry.
This time she was going to use her tight hotbox to do it.
Michele could feel the inner walls of her cunt being stretched.
She was taking the thickest cock of her promiscuous life.
Michele knew that she would be able to do it though.
Her cunt had taken all tests of elasticity up to that point.
She had even taken a woman's fist during a hot lesbo session once. But her cunt muscles could contract so tightly that she could smoke a cigarette with her inner pussy lips.
By contracting different sets of muscles she could actually draw in the smoke and blow it back out.
She had a fantasy that someday she would be able to blow smoke rings with her cunt, but in reality she doubted if that was possible.
Michele felt the whole ten inches slide inside her, and she couldn't believe how far her cunt walls had managed to stretch.
The tip of Bernard's cock seemed to be deep inside her belly.
She was being touched in a place that she didn't know was possible to reach from the outside.
Michele gasped, and she expected the man to start his rapid fucking motion right away with his slim hips.
Instead he ground downward with his powerful hips, moving them in a slow, sensuous circular motion.
He wanted to stretch her inner pussy lips and the walls of her deep cunt in every possible direction.
His cock was so thick that Michele could feel the top of the base of the shaft pressing against her clit.
She knew that he would stroke her love button wonderfully the entire time he fucked her with that long dong.
It seemed like an eternity before Bernard began to draw back with his hips, pulling his cock with them.
He pulled back, jack-knifing his back a bit, until only the head of his cock was between her cunt lips.
Again he paused and Michele held her breath with a sharp gasp in anticipation of sudden penetration.
"RAM IT HOME!" Michele screamed enthusiastically. Bernard rammed downward with his hips as hard as he could.
He put all of his effort into it, and grunted loudly.
He pushed all ten inches of his cock into Michele in one fell swoop.
In an instant, Michele's cock went from completely empty to completely full.
Her eyes went very wide and looked as if they were bulging a bit.
She let out a sharp cry that was more a reflection of being startles than being in terrible pain.
There was some pain though. It simply mixed with her pleasure and made the whole experience more intense.
Bernard began to fuck her with a smooth steady motion.
He used the entire length of his cock with each stroke. He started out fucking that hot snatch very slowly, making each sensation a separate ripple of joy.
But the handsome man quickly picked up the pace of the fuck as it proceeded, and Michele came for a second time.
Bernard could tell that it wouldn't be long before he would have to seriously think of baseball scores.
Michele could feel her inner cunt lips being stretched way out each time Bernard pulled upward with his loins.
She could then feel those swollen labia pushed way in by the downward stabbing motion of his cock.
Again and again Bernard pressed the tip of his cock against a place that Michele hadn't even known she had.
He was soon fucking her as hard and fast as he could.
He could feel his balls aching as if they were on fire.
His balls felt as if they were glowing balls of jelly.
His semen began to swirl around his testicles.
His hot sticky come wanted to shoot very badly.
Bernard tried to think about things other than sex.
Baseball scores seemed like a real bore at a time like that.
He tried as hard as he could to think about something other than the growing tickle at the base of his cock. But he couldn't. No way.
He knew that he would only be able to fuck for a short while longer before his climax would reach the point of inevitability.
Bernard's hips were a blur as they moved up and down.
Michele could feel her clitoris being battered back and forth.
She orgasmed again and again, feeling as if he truly were impaling her completely with his big ten inch rod.
She found that her vicious orgasms were getting closer and closer together.
Soon it was hard to tell where one orgasm ended and the next one began.
Soon it felt as if she were having one continuous orgasm.
"I WANNA DIE!" she screamed as she began to toss her head from side to side.
Her swollen lips were parted and her tongue protruded slightly.
She didn't think that it was possible for a come to last so long.
She thought that that sexual climax would never end, at least not until the beautiful fuck was over.
Bernard could feel the tickle at the base of his cock growing in leaps and bounds and he could feel the semen settling there, the pressure building, his cock preparing to have a seizure of convulsions.
Michele could tell that Bernard didn't have much time left.
She could tell by the way he was breathing that he would soon shoot his wad.
The tenseness in his muscles told her that he would soon bathe her deepest cunt with his thick fuck juice.
Michele had her hands on Bernard's back, so she could feel how tight he was from his sexual tension.
She had her arms on either side of his head so she could have squeezed his ears with the insides of her elbows if she wanted.
Bernard could vaguely feel the palms of her hands on his back gripping, but he was concentrating on the pleasure in his cock.
He could tell that his second come of the night was going to be just as good as the first one.
He was going to get just as much pleasure from this orgasm as he had when he fucked Michele's face.
Finally he plunged his cock all the way into Michele's cunt.
Instead of pulling it back out he left it there.
His whole body began to tremble and Michele could feel the shaft of his cock begin to spasm wildly.
Bernard arched his back as sharply as he could.
His facial features contorted with his impending ecstasy.
Michele could feel herself snapping off one last come.
This pleased her because it meant they would come at the same time.
They would become pure energy. A single sexual entity. A single sexual animal.
They would share a common moment of bliss between them.
It would not be at all like they were coming at the same time.
There would be only one orgasm, and they would share it equally.
They screamed together, singing a duet in homage of their bliss.
Michele could feel the waves of pleasure rolling up and down her spine as she felt her cunt filled with his fuck juice.
It was hard for her to tell just how much fuck jam he shot inside her, but it felt like a lot to both of them.
Then the moment of divine passion was over, and Bernard fell limp.
His elbows would no longer support the weight of his upper body. He fell on top of her but caught himself on his elbows.
He was careful not to crush those beautiful tits like before. He could feel his cock still resting deep inside her pussy.
Michele could feel the shaft losing some of its thick rigidity.
It still felt very good in there and she hugged tenderly at the sides of his hips with her inner thighs.
For a moment Michele pulled her feet off of the car ceiling and crossed her ankles at the small of Bernard's back.
The handsome man could feel her heels, amazingly smooth, touching the dimples near the top of the crack of his ass.
Michele rubbed his buttocks with her feet and their lips came together.
Now it felt to Michele as if they were sharing a common afterglow.
They listened to each other catching their breaths.
They heard their racing heartbeats returning to normal together.
Finally Bernard pulled his cock out of her cunt and rolled off of her.
They necked for a long time but Bernard stopped the kissing by suggesting they return to the house.
He said that he would feel a lot better if he was at his own party.
Michele said she understood and they got dressed for the ride back to the Shakey's house. Again they sat close to one another in the front seat.
This time Michele rested her cheek on Bernard's shoulder as she drove.
She knew that it would soon be time for the final step in the Symms' seduction plan.
Soon Michele, MacIntyre, Stacy and Bernard would be fucking together, being completely open about the swapping that would take place.
Bernard turned the radio down as they entered the village of Rushdale.
At that very moment, in Bernard's bedroom, his wife was making her strange request of MacIntyre.
"Please fuck me in the ass-hole," the little blonde was saying.
MacIntyre's cock throbbed hard when he heard that.
"Why your ass-hole?" MacIntyre said. He had fucked plenty of women in the ass before but most preferred it in the cunt and that was what usually came first.
"I've never been fucked in the ass-hole before," Stacy said, her face making her look ripe and wanton.
She looked like a peach ready to be picked by MacIntyre's cock.
All of a sudden MacIntyre was obsessed with the idea of fucking Stacy Shakey in her sweet bowels.
"I would love to fuck your ass," MacIntyre said, gently stroking Stacy's smooth white cheek with his delicate fingertips.
"Have you done it before?"
"Oh yes."
"Good. I want a man of experience to pop my ass-hole cherry," Stacy said and rolled over on her belly on the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Stacy Shakey flexed her ass muscles because she knew MacIntyre was looking at them and let out a gentle moan.
She could feel her ass-hole tingling worse than ever and the ache in her bowels was growing rapidly.
She moved her thighs apart on the bed and folded her arms under her head.
She rested her cheekbone on her upper arms and closed her eyes.
She tried as hard as she could to relax all of her muscles.
But she was very excited at the prospect of being penetrated in her third and only remaining virginal hole.
Stacy sighed as she felt the older man running the palms of his hands over her creamy white ass cheeks. MacIntyre just loved the way Stacy's buttocks felt.
He worked the flesh with his strong fingers making her groan with joy.
She could feel a shiver running up and down her spine and she ground her hips downward against the wet bedspread.
Now her gushing cunt juices were dripping out of the top of her cunt, and her tiny patch of golden pubic hair was getting wet and sticky.
"You know that it will hurt when I fuck you in the ass," MacIntyre said, as a polite warning to the girl.
He could tell that she was on the naive side and he wanted to make sure that she knew what she was in for.
"I know, I don't care. I want the pain. I want you to hurt me," Stacy said.
She noticed that it didn't sound like her speaking.
"Any pain you give me must be delicious,"
Stacy added.
"I think you have a marvelous attitude. It shows that you are well on the path to becoming a total sensate."
"What is a sensate?" Stacy asked in a low voice.
She pulled her puffy lips away from her upper arm a little bit.
She could .tell that she had drooled during her attempt to relax.
She knew that she would have to stop being embarrassed about such things.
"That is a person who is in complete tune with their senses. They live exclusively for physical sensation."
"And it makes no difference if the sensation is pleasure or pain?" Stacy asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Some pains are unpleasant for everyone. No one-likes to have their arm broken. But there are many forms of sexual pain that increase the intensity of the sexual pleasure," MacIntyre explained slowly.
Stacy knew exactly what he meant. She understood him perfectly.
She knew that she was going to suffer one of those pains in the near future.
The pain of having her ass fucked would be the pain of sweet surrender.
She would be giving herself completely to the man.
She would be totally submissive to MacIntyre Symms.
She wanted to achieve total subservience to his complete mastery.
She would be his sex slave and he would be her sex master.
She could tell as he pressed his hips against the side of her leg that his cock was as hard as a rock.
She could feel how thick it was and she wondered if her ass-hole would be able to stretch far enough to take that thick prick.
She felt a surge of self-assurance. She knew she could do it.
Stacy was confidant that nature had a way of taking care of these things.
MacIntyre kneaded the flesh of her creamy round ass cheeks lovingly and kissed his way slowly up and down her spine.
He kissed all the way to the top of the crack of her ass and allowed the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth across that sensitive crevice.
At the same time he moved his strong fingers closer and closer to the crack of her ass, pressing his fingers hard into the flesh.
He then pulled her ass cheeks apart and moved down on the bed so that he could once again lick her anus.
He looked at that hairless pink asterisk and went after it hungrily with his tongue.
MacIntyre used his finger to move some of her plentiful cunt juice onto the hole.
He wanted to lubricate her ass-hole as much as possible.
It would only hurt more if he tried to fuck her ass while she was as dry as a bone.
When he figured that he had gotten enough juice on her ass-hole he rubbed some of the natural lubrication on the head of his cock.
He got up on his knees and ran his finger up and down the little blonde's spine, pressing on all of the little bumps in her backbone.
Stacy squirmed and she knew that it was time for her to get into position.
She arched her back and shifted most of her weight to her knees.
Her ass rose up in the air at a beautiful angle, and MacIntyre could feel his cock throbbing so hard that it slapped him in the belly.
The tiny blonde kept her nipples pressed against the bedspread and moved her knees apart on the bed.
She parted her thighs wide so that the cheeks of her ass would also part in the process and she could sense the man behind her.
He rested the tip of his cock on the small of her back and again pulled her buttocks apart with strong hand.
"You are going to get it right in the poop-chute," MacIntyre said, turning up one corner of his mouth.
Stacy couldn't see his face, of course, but she sensed a touch of sadism in the way he spoke to her.
She could tell that he was going to get off on giving her pain.
He moved his hips so that the tip of his cock ran down the crack of her ass toward her anus, only an inch away from the base of her cunt.
Stacy shuddered and moaned deeply as she felt the tip of MacIntyre's cock pressing directly on her rectum.
She could feel his thick his cock was and she knew that her sphincter would be truly tested by the violation.
The second the man had his cock in place he began to push forward with his tensed hips, pressing his own buttocks tightly together.
He released the cheeks of her ass with his hands and felt the soft flesh fold together and wrap around his cock shaft.
He wanted to find her deepest darkest core with his cock.
He wanted to fuck her ass until she shit on the bed.
MacIntyre could feel the ring of muscle on
Stacy's ass-hole start to stretch open from the pressure he was applying.
Stacy could feel the pain in that ring of muscle growing.
But the ache of desire inside her bowels grew at the same rate.
Stacy wondered if it were possible to come when being fucked in the ass.
She had to admit that she hadn't read very much on the subject.
The romances that she read never discussed buggery, and it only got a brief mention in a sex manual Bernard had brought home once.
She struggle to relax that muscle and let out a sharp cry of pain as she felt the muscle pull.
It was stretched grossly by the girth of MacIntyre's cock and the man sighed as he felt the head of his prick pop inside.
Stacy certainly felt like her ass was going to have an orgasm.
Even through the blinding pain she could tell that explosions of ecstasy would soon be taking place. The man moved his strong hands to the sides of Stacy's hips.
He squeezed his fingers into her flesh there as hard as he could. This too caused the little blonde a great deal of pain.
She could feel him pulling at her hips with both of his hands.
He was using her lower torso as leverage for the ass fuck.
The small amount of lubrication at the outside of her ass-hole and the tip of his cock had helped the initial penetration, but it wasn't going to help him get his whole cock inside her ass.
The little blonde's bowels had to stretch wide to take his cock and she was so tight he was having difficulty getting all the way in.
The tops of MacIntyre's feet rested flat on the bedspread and he leaned back so that his cock was out in front of the rest of his body.
He looked up at the ceiling and pulled his facial features back into a grimace as he struggled to get his entire pole of manhood inside her aching bowels.
Stacy knew that the natural inclination of her ass muscles was to reject the thick long cock meat.
Her muscles tried to push the head of his cock back out of her ass-hole as if it were a thick hard turd.
But her inner bowel muscles were no where near as strong as MacIntyre's hips.
It was no contest, and the head of MacIntyre's cock moved deeper into her bowels a fraction of an inch at a time.
Stacy felt the tip of his cock reach a wonderful place within her.
Her screams of pain blended with her screams of pleasure at that point.
Stacy's baby blue eyes were completely welled up with tears.
Soon those tears began to fall from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks and the insides of her nose.
She could feel her ass muscles going into convulsions and the spreading pleasure was a great deal different from any pleasure she had ever known before.
The man had turned her colon into a berserk spastic.
She lifted her face off of her arm, her face contorting from the driving combination of pleasure and pain she was feeling.
Her ass-hole felt as if it were completely filled with cock meat.
She thought that there was no room for a another inch of prick.
But MacIntyre continued to press forward with his powerful hips.
His thrusting was relentless, and Stacy could tell that he wasn't going to stop until the whole pole was inside.
MacIntyre Symms yearned to feel that little blonde's stretched sphincter gripping at the base of his prick.
As Stacy had her ass come wailing inside her brain, she felt her ass muscles loosen and the rest of MacIntyre's cock moved inside her.
MacIntyre could tell that her ass was so tight it was going to draw the come out of him in a spectacular fashion.
But the man had had great sex many times before and he wasn't worried about dumping his sticky come inside her ass-hole before he had given her an exhaustive amount of sexual pleasure.
Stacy moved her hips also, feeling the thick sword throbbing as it pierced deep into her lower belly.
The second that MacIntyre had his cock all the way inside her ass-hole, he began to pull it out again.
He drew back with his hips until once again only the head of his cock was inside her stretched sphincter.
He then rammed the whole rod back inside with a single thrust of his hips, making Stacy grunt loudly.
"FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT HARDER!" Stacy screamed.
She just loved the sweet pain she felt when he reamed her.
The man began to move his cock in and out of her bowels as hard and fast as he could, still tugging at her hips.
As Stacy's ass muscles relaxed even more, MacIntyre could tell that he could move his prick easier.
He could feel the blood from the wounds he had opened inside her gathering in a thick ring at the base of his cock.
Stacy could feel the blood dripping out of her anus, draining down into the swollen flesh of her cunt.
She was glad that the bedspread was already red.
It would make the stain she knew she was making less visible.
Stacy moaned louder and louder, feeling herself shivering and shuddering as MacIntyre stabbed at her ass.
He used the entire length of his cock with each thrust, grunting with exertion each time he rammed inside.
Stacy could feel her sphincter muscle being tugged far out and pushed far in by the movement of the handsome older man's thick cock.
The ass fuck went on for a long time before MacIntyre could feel the tickle at the base of his cock that told him he would soon come.
He pulled his hands away from the sides of her hips and slipped them under to her belly at the base of her rib cage.
MacIntyre turned the palms of his hands upward and worked them between the bedspread and Stacy's tits.
He could feel her erect nipples on the centers of his palms as Stacy pressed down on the bed with her own hands.
She straightened her arms and pushed her upper torso off of the bed.
The force of gravity made her youthful perky breasts hang low.
MacIntyre got two handsful of breast flesh and began to knead them with his long, strong fingers.
The handsome older man could feel the fire in his scrotum growing, and Stacy could tell that he was approaching climax.
He got his thumbs and his forefingers on her nipples.
He began to pinch at them both at the same time.
He pinched sharply, in rhythm with Stacy's natural throbbing.
He pinched once for each beat of her racing heart.
MacIntyre pulled at her nipples until he could tell he was hurting the pretty little blonde a great deal.
She made squealing noises, and she could tell that her bowels were once again about to go into blissful spasms.
MacIntyre wanted to time it so that they could have their sweet, mind-boggling orgasms at the same time.
He thought that coming together was a true sign of successful love-making, and certainly something to strive for.
MacIntyre pulled his fingers away from the little blonde's throbbing nipples and pulled his hands back down her body.
He ran his palms over the soft flat plain of her belly, pressing his fingertips into her abdomen.
Stacy could feel his fingers on the tiny curls of blonde pubic hair above her swollen red pussy slit.
With great eace, the man began to flick the tip of his big forefinger back and forth Stacy's clitoris.
She could feel herself bursting into ecstasy as the man rammed the entire length of his prick inside her ass and kept it there.
Stacy couldn't tell what kind of orgasm she was having at that moment, nor did she particularly care.
She suspected she was having two orgasms at the same time as her clit and bowels both went into convulsions.
MacIntyre pressed forward very hard with his hips and arched his back so that even his chest was pointing toward the ceiling of the bedroom.
He could feel the little girl's bowels squeezing at the shaft and head of his long thick prick.
Stacy could feel the rushes of hot pleasure rippling up and down her spine, filling her entire torso.
She let out a gravelly groan of joy that made her sound as if she had aged five years during the fuck.
MacIntyre did not bother to be gentle with the ball of fiery flesh at the top of her vaginal opening.
He crushed her clitoris flat against the base of her pubic bone as he worked it in a rapid circle.
Stacy did not know that such intense pleasure was possible, and again she felt as if her life was changing.
Something told the pretty little blonde that things were never going to be quite the same after this night.
Of course, she had no idea that the night was far from over, and there were many changes left to come.
All of her ideas on marriage and fidelity were flying right out the window, and she could tell that she had opened a Pandora's Box.
Now that she knew the sexual pleasures of variety she wondered if she would ever be happy just fucking Bernard again.
All of MacIntyre's muscles went tight and he shook violently closing his eyes and allowing his mouth to fall gaping open.
He sounded as if he were a savage cat circling his prey as he let out a hissing groan behind her.
His come spewed out of the tip of his cock and filled Stacy's spasming bowels with its creamy thickness.
And then it was over. MacIntyre slumped forward.
He wrapped his arms tightly around the little girl's waist.
Again he explored the underside of her body with his hands, and fondled her pert breasts playfully.
Stacy could feel the man's long thick cock getting shorter and thinner inside her ringing bowels.
She could feel her afterglow burning in her hips, and there was still a little pain mixed in with the pleasure.
Stacy realized all of a sudden that she had to take a wicked shit.
But that urge diminished as MacIntyre pulled back with his slim hips and removed his semi-erect cock.
He knelt up straight on the bed and looked down at his cock which was now getting a bit smaller with each throb. MacIntyre could see that a thick ring of blood had formed around the base of that pole of manhood.
He knew that the thick crimson stuff had spilled from wounds he had opened deep inside
The little blonde fell onto her side and reached down between her legs with both of her dainty hands.
The pressed the fingertips of one hand against her bleeding ass-hole and cupped the flesh of her pussy with the other.
She rocked back and forth, still contorting her facial features from the intensity of the sensation.
She felt as if the glow were going to last for a long time.
She suspected it would be days before she could stop feeling the buzzing in her violated bowels.
MacIntyre still felt like being a sex master.
But that was okay because Stacy still felt very much in the mood to be completely subservient to him.
MacIntyre reached down and gently put his fingertips on the underside of his cock shaft, lifting the tip.
He could see that he had picked up a cheesy substance from Stacy's deepest, darkest, smelliest core.
There was also a little bowel mucous spread in a thin film over his still purple bulbous cock
It took Stacy a few moment to regain her composure.
She opened her eyes and looked at MacIntyre Symms.
For a moment she had a little trouble seeing him.
She realized that she was having trouble focusing her eyes.
She had to blink three times slowly before she could see anything clearly.
She looked at MacIntyre's bloody cock and her mouth watered.
She removed her hands from her cunt and ass-hole and pulled them up to her face.
She held her fingers under her nostrils and inhaled deeply.
Her oval-shaped nostrils flared as she filled her lungs.
She swooned and sighed as she savored the scent on her fingers.
She loved the way her ass and her cunt smelled together.
She thought that it was a wonderful combination.
Stacy could see that she had picked up a little blood on her fingertips from clutching her own private parts.
Stacy, in a compulsive moment, parted her lips and shoved her fingers into her mouth.
She rolled her tongue over her fingers and sucked at them noisily.
MacIntyre smiled when he saw what she was doing to herself.
He wanted the pretty little blonde to do the same thing to his cock.
"Suck me clean now!" MacIntyre said, pointing at his cock with a rigid right forefinger, his face stern.
Stacy thought that it was obvious from the tone of his voice that he was not in the mood to be disobeyed.
No, MacIntyre was not going to take no for an answer.
There was still a sadistic smile on his face.
But there was a twinkle in his eye. It was as if he'd like to play beating and whipping games with her.
Stacy wasn't sure yet how willing she was to get into the rough stuff.
Stacy remembered what MacIntyre had said earlier in the evening.
"No one-likes a broken arm," he had said, so Stacy figured all of the pain he caused her would be intrinsically sexual in nature.
Stacy smiled at MacIntyre and parted her lips so he could see her straight, pearly-white teeth shining in the indirect light from the night table.
Stacy looked around the room for a moment and sighed.
This was the same room she had woken up in that morning. But somehow it didn't look like the same room at all.
Some drastic change had taken place to her chambers.
That morning it had been a symbol of her mundane life.
Now it was a den of sin. A sea of passion. It smelled like a quarter peep show booth.
Stacy moved to her knees and MacIntyre rolled onto his back.
His cock fell sideways so that it was resting still on the top of MacIntyre's thick right thigh.
Stacy moved so that she was on her belly, and MacIntyre spread his legs open so he could put one long leg on either side of her.
Stacy moved his cock so that the tip was pointing toward MacIntyre's contented and handsome face.
She them moved her face so that it was hovering over his private parts, and again she inhaled deeply through her nose.
She sighed and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, making it pointy at the very tip of it.
She placed the tip of her tongue on the base of MacIntyre's cock where her own blood was thickest.
She picked up the head of MacIntyre's cock with her thumb and forefinger, making his cock point at the ceiling.
She found that she loved the taste of her own ass blood just as much as she enjoyed the rich aroma.
She licked the base of his cock until it was clean and then went after the cheesey substance and the mucous on the tip
His cock was wet only from her saliva when she was done.
Even when his cock was flaccid she thought it was beautiful to see.
His cock wasn't as big as her husbands, but he certainly knew how to use it.
Stacy had alwayd heard that it wasn't the meat, it was the motion.
She figured that there was a lot of truth to that saying.
Still, all other things equal, she would prefer a big dong.
MacIntyre's cock was no midget. He had a full eight inches.
But Stacy was sexually naive. In fact, Bernard's cock was the only penis she had ever seen erect.
She thought that all men had ten inch dongs. But when she felt the buzzing in her ass she knew that eight inches worked just as well.
At that moment Bernard Shakey, Michele at his side, pulled his car into his own driveway.
CHAPTER SIX
"I guess we should go into the party one at a time," Bernard said as he climbed out of the car.
The big man left the windows open so the car would get a chance to air out a bit during the night.
He knew that the backseat still reeked of the sex juices that had spilled on it while they had parked.
"Why do you say that?" Michele asked quietly.
She walked around the front of the car so she could stand beside her lover.
She placed her tiny hand in his much larger one and gave it a little squeeze.
"I thought that it would be best if we were discreet," MacIntyre said, looking down into Michele's dark eyes.
She looked back up at him, tilting her chin, and Bernard could see that her eyes were filled with affection.
"Silly boy," she said, and she offered a little giggle that confused the man.
"What's so funny?" Bernard asked, pulling his hand away from hers so he could hold her by the shoulders.
She moved toward him slowly and pressed her body against his.
Her breasts were against his chest and she got up on her toes so she could grind her hips against hips.
"I think that your lifestyle had altered your perceptions a bit, Michele. I don't want that to sound rude."
"Talk to me, Bernard. Tell me what's on your mind."
"It's just that here in middle-class suburbia it isn't nice to cheat on your wife. Not that that stops people from doing it. But everyone goes out of their way to keep it a secret."
"Rules like that are dumb. The human race is instinctively promiscuous."
"Why do you say that?" Bernard Shakey asked, he felt like kissing those pouting lips very badly.
"I read it someplace in a book. Anyway, from my experience it is true. Fidelity only caused anxiety in relationships."
"How long have you and your husband had an open marriage."
"We went to an orgy on our honeymoon," Michele said.
This time they both laughed together and Bernard planted his lips on Michele's.
They kissed soulfully until both sets of lips were wet and shiny from the hot spittle they shared.
"I think we should go into that house right now and find Mac and Stacy," Michele said seductively.
"I don't think that is a very good idea. I don't know what they have been doing, and I get the impression that I don't want to know."
"You are so square. Are you trying to tell me that you would be jealous to see your wife naked with my husband."
"Sure. I guess so. That seems to be natural enough."
"How can you be jealous when you just got done fucking me?"
"I don't know. I guess that was just the way I was brought up."
"You mean that men and supposed to have affairs but if women try to do the same thing they are tramp sluts.
Bernard did not like the way the discussion was going.
She was making him sound as if he was some kind of animal.
He couldn't help the way he felt. All men felt that way.
Bernard could tell that he was being drawn into something brand new.
He wasn't sure he was ready to be a full-fledged swinger.
"I know that that doesn't sound fair," Bernard said. "But. . . "
"But nothing. Come with me. We are going to go find Mac and Stacy."
Again the black-haired women took Bernard by the hand.
She led him toward the front door of his house slowly.
Bernard could feel his heart start to pound with nervousness.
The palms of his hands began to feel all cold and clammy.
He couldn't remember being so nervous in quite some time.
He .didn't know how good any of this was going to be for his marriage.
Up until that night he had thought that he cherished his marriage to Stacy more than anything in the world.
But now he could tell the mysterious black-haired woman was in the process of changing his values.
He didn't know if they were going to change for the better or for the worse, but they certainly weren't going to stay the same.
As the two of them entered the house Bernard was pleased to find that no one had even noticed he was away.
Everybody was getting very drunk and he could see that there were couples pairing up among the singles.
Even some of the married couples had split up and were chatting with other members of the opposite sex.
All of this was normal enough for a party, but Bernard found himself looking at all of it in a brand new light.
There was about an equal number of men and women at the party.
When Michele looked at the rowdy group in the living room she couldn't help but wonder what the same scene would look like if everyone took off their clothes and started to fuck each other on the spot.
She smiled and hoped that the final step of MacIntyre's plan would work.
First corrupt the hosts, and before you know it the whole party would get completely out of hand.
The plan had both worked and failed in the past but there was something in the air that told Michele the night was going to turn into a hot orgy.
She continued to hold Bernard's hand and the couple made their way quickly up the stairs to the closed door of Bernard's bedroom.
Michele tapped at the door with her knuckles and inside the room Stacy pulled her mouth away from MacIntyre's cock with a start.
"Who's th-th-there," she stammered and she could feel beads of sweat forming on her brow immediately.
"Michele and Bernard," Michele called out. "We want to come in."
"No! Stacy called out.
"Come on in!" MacIntyre said calmly.
Stacy looked at her lover as if he were crazy.
Michele moved her hand and quickly opened the bedroom door so the moment of anxiety would be over for the naive couple.
"As long as we are going to fool around anyway," MacIntyre said. "There is no point in doing it behind each other's backs."
"Complete honesty is the key to being a good swinger," Michele added.
Bernard and Stacy looked at each other nervously for a moment.
Then they both smiled, and soon were laughing.
Since they were both equally guilty, they decided that neither of them felt a need to feel any shame.
Besides, Bernard found that he liked the way Stacy and MacIntyre looked naked on the bed like that.
He could feel the ache in his balls returning. He couldn't help but wonder what the swinging couple had in mind for them next.
Since both he and his wife had been so easily seduced there was no point in expecting the seduction not to go further.
"I think the four of us should get naked together," MacIntyre said.
Michele quickly agreed. Stacy was already naked.
Bernard certainly did not want to feel as if he were left out.
Bernard quickly took off his clothes, feeling his cock growing hard, and Michele got naked also.
As Stacy watched Michele undressing she felt something very strange.
The little blonde found herself thinking things she had never thought of before.
Stacy thought that Michele was beautiful. And she could feel herself getting horny as she looked at the black-haired woman with the big tits.
Stacy Shakey had never considered herself bisexual before.
But now she was starting to think that having a lesbian affair was not a bad idea at all.
It help that Michele was the most beautiful woman Stacy had ever seen.
Stacy wondered if Michele would feel the same way about her.
The two women made eye contact, and Stacy felt relieved.
She could see that Michele was looking at her with lust in her eyes.
The little blonde could tell that they were feeling passion toward one another with equal intensity.
"What are we supposed to do now that we are naked?" Bernard said, regretting his question the second it came out of his mouth.
He was tired of sounding naive. He was tired of being a square.
All of a sudden Bernard wanted to be as hip as the Symmses.
But MacIntyre and Michele had found the naivete of Bernard and Stacy refreshing.
They liked the feeling of turning little lambs into big tigers.
"I think the first thing we should do, old buddy," MacIntyre said. " Is go downstairs and get ourselves a beer. We don't have to put any clothes on. I think you will find your guests won't mind a little nudity. We'll just tell them that they should get with it. At the moment I think our wives have something they want to get out of their system."
Bernard, looked at the way Michele and Stacy were looking at one another.
He decided that he needed a beer very badly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bernard and MacIntyre left the bedroom and shut the door securely behind them.
Bernard thought he must have gone insane. He was about to march through a crowd of his friends without a stitch of clothes on.
And the worst part was he didn't even feel embarrassed. He was a lot more concerned with his wife's behavior.
Bernard had never known that Stacy wanted to make it with other women.
Sometimes, he figured, you discover the strangest things at parties.
Bernard and MacIntyre had done some business together but weren't close friends.
Until they showed up at the party Bernard hadn't even known that MacIntyre was married.
Now the Symmses were changing his life, his wife's life, and the lives of every guest at the party.
Up in the bedroom Michele moved to the side of the bed and sat on the edge.
"Did you have fun with my husband?" Michele asked, looking somewhat lewdly at Stacy's naked form.
"I was about to ask the same question to you," Stacy said and they both laughed as Michele inched closer to the blonde.
One might have thought that this exchange was catty, but there was no jealousy in the tones of their voices.
"I guess we both had a good time," Michele said sweetly.
"I have a feeling the good times are just beginning," Stacy said.
"Have you ever been with a woman before, Stacy."
"Uh uh. I guess I should be honest with you. MacIntyre was only the second lover I ever had."
"You mean that you were a virgin when you married Bernard?"
"Uh huh. I guess that's the way things are in small towns."
"And you haven't had a single affair until tonight."
"Nope. I hadn't even spent a lot of time worrying about it. I've been a little itchy lately. But it hadn't been a matter of major concern."
"You poor baby," Michele said in a sympathetic tone.
Michele swung her legs up onto the bed and fell back so that she was prone.
She reached up and allowed her fingertips to graze Stacy's nipples.
The little blonde thought that her nipples were going to burst.
MacIntyre had hurt them with his pinching and pulling, and thought they were still a little sore, they were yearning to be sucked and bitten once again.
"Come here and kiss me," Michele said pulling her fingers away from Stacy's pert breasts.
The black-haired woman put her fingertips on the back of Stacy's neck.
She then intertwined her fingers and began to pull her closer.
Stacy could feel her full, sensuous lips starting to tingle as they got ever closer to Michele's.
They kissed and immediately Stacy could feel the cunt juices starting to flow once again inside her pussy.
Her cunt flesh had just returned to normal, and now it was starting to swell up with blood once again.
Stacy could tell that her cunt would be fully engorged with blood by the time the kiss was over.
The delicately touched the tips of their tongues together, and Stacy heard herself make a deep moaning sound.
Michele purred so hard that her entire throat vibrated and the blonde could feel her clit becoming erect.
Stacy was out of breath and flushed by the time the two beautiful, shapely woman had finished tongue-kissing so passionately.
"I didn't think that I would ever be doing this with another woman," Stacy said, their lips still very close together.
"If it feels good, do it," Michele said cheerfully.
"I think I am starting to understand what being a sensate is all about," Stacy said. "I hope that Bernard is feeling the same way."
"As far as I can tell he is well on his way to being gung-ho," Michele said. "Let's not worry about the men. For a short while at least, let's just enjoy each other. I want to make you scream with pleasure, Stacy."
Stacy decided that she wanted to become bold with Michele.
The little blonde placed both of her hands on Michele's big tits.
Stacy opened her dainty fingers as far apart as they would go.
It didn't take her long to figure out that Michele's tits were too big for her to hold them all at the same time.
Stacy lowered her face and began to kiss at Michele's tits.
Stacy had never seen tits that big on anyone other than fat women.
And those had been droopy and gross, not shapely and firm like the ones the black-haired woman possessed.
Stacy could see that Michele's nipples were a lot larger than her own, and that they grew very long when they were erect.
She moved her mouth to the right nipple and sensuously took it between her puffy parted lips.
Stacy began to suck noisily as Michele ran her slim fingers through the tight blonde curls on top of her head.
Stacy could feel her bare back being scratched by those long fingernails, making little shivers run up and down her spine.
Stacy sucked very hard on both nipples, rolling her tongue over the twin feminine erections at the same time to enhance Michele's pleasure.
Stacy loved the way the woman purred when she got horny.
The Michele placed her hands on Stacy's shoulders and gently moved the little girl onto her back.
It was Michele's turn to suck Stacy's tits at that point.
Michele began to kiss and lick her way slowly down the front of the woman's body.
Stacy could tell that it was a slow crooked journey that would end at the swollen flesh of her pussy.
As Michele kissed down Stacy's shapely petite torso, she turned her hips toward Stacy's head.
Stacy could see Michele's ass cheeks in her face as she felt the woman kissing at her lower abdomen.
The two woman moved into the classic sixty-nine position.
That way they could give each other pleasure at the same time.
Stacy loved the way Michele's ass looked so close to her face.
She could see the black pubic hair dangling between her legs and she could even see the woman's cunt lips, swollen and throbbing. Stacy reached up and began to gently massage the cheeks of Michele's ass, the backs of her hands only an inch away from her own face.
Michele had her nose close enough to Stacy's cunt that she could smell the ripe odor of womanhood.
She could also see that there was blood on the little girl's pussy lips and wondered where it had come from.
"You have been bleeding," Michele said, a note of concern in her voice as she said those words.
"Yeah. Your husband fucked me in the ass-hole for the first time. I guess it was a little more than I could handle."
"Don't worry, Stacy. I will be very gentle with you. We will be kind to one another and give each other nothing but pleasure."
There was something about the seductive tone of Michele's voice that made Stacy's horniness get worse.
The little blonde could feel her natural lubrication gathering in a pool at the base of her pussy.
She could tell that it wouldn't be long before she was making a brand new stain on the already stained sheets.
Stacy lifted the back of her head off the bed so that she could get her mouth on the cheeks of Michele's ass.
They were being loving and sensuous with one another, each caress taking place in slow motion.
"Lick between my ass cheeks," Michele requested.
The black-haired woman began to kiss at Stacy's thighs.
Michele thought that Stacy's nearly bald pink pussy was very cute.
She quickly moved her head between those parted thighs so she could get her face right into that drooling poontang. Michele moved her knees further apart on the bed.
The inner lips of her cunt pulled apart a little as she did this.
Stacy could see Michele's buttocks separating naturally.
Stacy moved her fingertips close to the crack of Michele's bunky.
She pressed her fingers hard into the flesh and pulled the cheeks apart as far as they would go so she could see the woman's ass-hole.
Stacy could see that Michele had a little ring of black hair around her anus, which
Stacy thought looked very nice.
Stacy raised up her knees and lifted her hips a little so that Michele would be able to get at her cunt with her tongue with greater ease.
At the exact same time, Stacy placed her tongue on Michele's ass-hole and Michele placed her tongue on Stacy's cunt.
The two women began to wiggle their tongues around, their moans of pleasure muffled because each had their mouths full.
Stacy concentrated on tightening the muscle in her tongue so that it would be as stiff as she could make it.
She then crossed her eyes and looked at her own tongue, watching the tip to see that it was pointy.
Stacy then pressed the tip against the center of Michele's ass-hole, feeling her sphincter start to open.
Michele tensed and shivered as she felt the tiny blonde working her stiff tongue deep into her ass.
Stacy could tell that there would no longer be taboos.
For years there had been sexual activities that she had read about but had never considered participating in. Only in Stacy's weirdest fantasies had things ever gotten kinky before this fateful night with Michele and MacIntyre.
Michele placed her tongue at the base of Stacy's pussy where the natural lubrication was thickest.
She loved the flavor of Stacy's pussy and was soon lapping thirstily at the crack of Stacy's ass with the flat part of her tongue.
Stacy rolled back and lifted her feet off the bed to make this easier for Michele's.
Stacy thought that the tongue felt very soothing on her sore ass-hole.
Soon, Michele had licked all of the blood away from the pretty little blonde's aroused private parts.
Stacy began to slowly work her tongue in and out of that hole, tongue-fucking Michele's tight ass-hole.
Then they both stopped licking each others ass-hole and Michele shifted her position so Stacy would be able to get at her pussy.
The little blonde girl pulled a pillow under her head so that she could eat Michele's poontang without straining her neck.
They both made sloppy noises with their mouth as they sucked and licked.
Both could tell that their sexual arousal was growing in leaps and bounds with those bold caresses.
Their moans and groans filled the room, muffled and frenzied.
They ate each other's cunt like they had done it together many times before.
Stacy had never seen a woman's pussy close up before.
She thought that Michele's swollen, wet vagina was fascinating.
They both moved to the brink of ecstasy, carefully avoiding each other's clits with their tongue.
Stacy had been unsure of herself at first when it came to giving Michele pleasure.
Then she decided that her best bet was to treat Michele's pussy just as she would like to have her own treated.
The method had worked out just fine, and Stacy felt proud that she was going to give the beautiful black-haired woman a crushing orgasm.
As if they had rehearsed, they moved their tongues to each other's clits together, wanting to come at the same time.
Michele had her hands on the top of Stacy's thighs and was squeezing at the yielding flesh with her fingertips.
Stacy kept her hands on Michele's buttocks, kneading the firm flesh as she flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across her clit rapidly.
They burst into orgasm at the same time, and Stacy was starting to wonder if her lust was insatiable.
Stacy had already had more orgasm that day than any other in her life and she could tell that the evening was far from over.
When the sexual climaxes were over Michele moved her hips away from Stacy's face and pulled her mouth away from the little blonde's glowing cunt.
Michele dismounted and turned around so that they were both sprawled in the same direction on the bed.
They kissed and tasted their own cunt juices as they rolled their tongues together.
They pressed the length of their bodies together so that their swollen, erect nipples were touching.
Downstairs the party whooped and hollered when they saw MacIntyre and Bernard coming down the stairs without any clothes on.
"What the hell is going on up there?" Nathan Versace, one of the guests called out in amusement.
Dee Dee Soloway whistled and winked at the men as they crossed the room to go to the kitchen for beer.
"Everyone take off their clothes. Now is the time in the evening when the real fun starts!" Bernard said He winced as he heard himself say those words.
He was convinced that he had just blown his reputation for life.
Bernard could just see himself and Stacy being kicked out of town for being deviate and sexually perverted.
But Bernard was amazed to see that no one flustered at all.
In fact many of the guests seemed joyous at the news.
In a matter of seconds people were undressing all over the place.
Of course there were a few fuddy-duddies who left, being embarrassed by the behavior of the others.
But most stayed and soon the living room of the Shakey house looked like some kind of Roman orgy.
"It's human nature to be promiscuous," MacIntyre said to Bernard.
"I don't think that's the first time I heard that tonight," Bernard said.
He stared as he saw people he had known all of his life getting naked.
Outstanding and respected members of the community were turned into animals.
People began to fuck in every conceivable combination.
Everyone got drunker and soon the room was filled with the moans and groans of sexual passion.
Finally Bernard drew his eyes away and followed MacIntyre into the kitchen. Bernard opened up the refrigerator door and saw that there was still plenty of beer.
He had stocked up well that afternoon so he wouldn't have to leave while the party was in full swing to get more.
The two men cracked open their beers and Bernard looked at MacIntyre.
Bernard shook his head from side to side with a little smile on his face.
"How do you do it? How do you get people to act this way?" Bernard said, sensing that the man had some sort of control over the human will.
"I have no secret. No hypnotism. No subliminals. Everyone wants to be sexually adventurous. They are just afraid of what people might think of them. Once they feel the fear of rejection being removed everything becomes very easy."
"What do we do now?" Bernard asked.
"Finish our beer and then go upstairs. I want you and I to fuck my wife at the same time," MacIntyre said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Does that idea appeal to you, Bernard?" MacIntyre asked, draining off the top third of his beer and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Sure. I think that Michele is a hot woman," Bernard said.
"She certainly is, and she just loves to take cock in her ass and her cunt at the same time."
"I've never fucked a girl in the ass-hole before," Bernard said.
"I know. I just disposed of your wife's ass cherry upstairs. I would suggest that we fuck her at the same time, but I suspect she is on the sore side."
The two of them charged back up the stairs amused by the writhing orgy that was taking place in the living room.
They barged into the bedroom without knocking.
Michele and Stacy were cuddling and kissing on the bed.
Bernard was surprised at the lack of shock he felt.
He could feel his mind opening. He, too, could tell that there would no longer be any taboos in his life.
"Bernard and I want to fuck you at the same time," MacIntyre said to his wife as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Sounds delicious," Michele said pulling away from Stacy so she could sprawl on her back and stretch her muscles.
It occurred to Stacy that she was actually going to get to watch her husband fuck another woman.
Not only did she feel no jealousy, and fact that made her proud of her new-found open-mindedness, but she could feel the desire returning to her pussy as she thought about it.
She had never thought of herself as a voyeur before.
But she had to admit that watching the act was going to make her very horny.
Michele turned to Stacy and kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't worry, Stacy. You won't be left out," Michele said. "I'll eat your cunt while Mac and Bernard are fucking me."
They were all glad the bed was king-size because they knew it was going to get crowded with all four of them on it.
Out in the hall they could hear members of the party going into the bathroom.
One girl was screaming out loud, and Bernard couldn't help but wonder what they were trying to do to her in there.
MacIntyre got on his back in the center of the bed and Michele moved so that she was on her knees straddling his hips.
MacIntyre's cock was already hard and lying flat on his belly, the tip throbbing so hard that the whole shaft moved.
Michele moved her knees apart on the bed so that her pussy lips would part a little bit.
She ran her long red fingernails slowly up and down the underside of MacIntyre's cock and they looked into each other's eyes.
The two of them knew each other very well and they had gotten to the point where they didn't have to speak to communicate.
They silently congratulated themselves for the success of their plan.
Michele tickled at the purple head of MacIntyre's cock with the fleshy tips of her slim fingers.
With her other hand she reached down to fondle the large wrinkled sack that held MacIntyre's balls.
She moved his testicles around feeling that his scrotal sack did not feel quite as full as it had earlier in the day.
But the sack was still just as sensitive and MacIntyre's face quickly expressed the pleasure he was feeling.
Michele worked her fingers between MacIntyre's belly and the top of his cock slowly and sensuously.
She lifted the head of his thick cock up and rubbed the tip against her swollen, wet pussy lips.
She worked his piss hole against her clit and felt herself shiver.
She could feel both her cunt and her ass-hole aching in anticipation of getting fucked in both holes at the same time.
She knew that the two men would be able to feel each other's cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her cunt passageway from her ass tunnel as they fucked her.
Michele moved the head of his cock so that it was pressing against the very base of her pussy slit.
She wiggled her hips a little from side to side and pressed MacIntyre's glans against her parted inner labia.
She moaned deeply, purring in her throat, as she felt her inner cunt lips open to take her husband's cock head.
She slowly lowered herself on that pole, feeling the tip working its way eight inches deep into her lower belly.
Michele had already taken Bernard's cock in her cunt and she remembered very well how big he was.
She knew that her ass-hole and her inner bowels would be forced to stretch further than they ever had before. Michele lowered her hips until her inner cunt lips were wrapped tightly around the base of MacIntyre's prick.
She could feel her cunt stretching to take him, and she knew that she was going to come countlessly once again when the two men rammed her.
Once complete violation of the black-haired woman's cunt had been achieved she gracefully stretched out on top of MacIntyre.
She parted her thighs with his cock still in her and felt Bernard gently stroking the smooth cheeks of her ass.
Bernard was dying to find out what it was like to fuck a woman in the ass.
It had been a very long time since he had done something sexually that he had never done before.
He could tell that that era in his life was gone forever.
The days of sexual experimentation had arrived!
Bernard Shakey hoped that this new era would stick around for awhile.
Bernard pulled Michele's ass cheeks apart and looked at her ass-hole.
Her sphincter muscle was throbbing visibly.
Bernard could tell how much the woman wanted to be penetrated there.
Bernard could see MacIntyre's balls, but he couldn't see the cock because the entire thing was inside the woman's pussy.
MacIntyre stretched himself out on top of Michele's back.
He held her ass cheeks apart with both of his hands and moved his hips somewhat clumsily to get the head of his cock between her buttocks.
He held her ass cheeks open with his right hand and moved his left so he could grip himself at the base of the cock.
He used his hand to guide the tip of his prick to the woman's tight, puckered, yearning ass-hole.
He was pleased to find that his cock was already as hard as a rock, and he could feel the ache in his balls becoming intense.
Bernard was pleased that his body was keeping up with his new lifestyle.
Bernard had never given himself a chance to find out just how sexually active he was capable of being.
He and his wife fucked three to five times a week and it was always just before they went to sleep for the night.
He had never known how many times he could have sex in such a short period of time.
He, too, was starting to wonder if his passion was insatiable.
The second that Bernard had the tip of his cock in place he began to press down with his hips, wondering what it was going to feel like.
He knew that fucking an ass-hole was bound to be both tighter and drier than fucking a hot pussy.
Michele concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscle as much as she could and she could feel that ring of ass muscle starting to open the second Bernard started the downward pressure of his hips.
Her ass-hole opened until it was grossly gaping and soon that muscle was wrapped tightly around the ring of scar tissue at the base of MacIntyre's cock.
Michele could tell that she was going to start having orgasm the second they started to fuck her.
MacIntyre was keeping his cock still, not thrusting until both holes had been completely violated.
Michele could still feel his cock throbbing against the inner walls of her poontang and the delightful sensation had her on the edge of bliss.
Michele could tell that the vicious explosions were going to start in the very near future and she was ready.
Bernard was afraid of hurting Michele at first because he could feel the strain he was putting on her tight hole with the thickness of his cock.
But he could tell by the way she was moaning that he wasn't hurting her at all.
If he was hurting her, she seemed to like it, and it was no longer a matter of concern.
Bernard found that he could feel MacIntyre's cock throbbing just below his and he had never realized that the ass and the cunt were so close together inside before.
Bernard pressed down with his hips as hard as he could, tightening the muscles in his buttocks.
His ass cheeks were pressed tightly together and his lips .were pulled back over his white teeth in a grimace.
The man's face was flushed and he arched his back, feeling his cock moving deeper into Michele's bowels a fraction of an inch at a time.
It seemed like it would take forever, but soon he had his cock all the way inside that hot sweet ass.
He could feel the muscle spasms in Michele's bowels pulling and squeezing at both the head and the shaft of his cock.
Stacy moved to her knees on the bed and positioned herself at the head of the pack of three fuckers.
She Moved herself into position so that Michele could get her tongue on her cunt without straining her neck too badly.
MacIntyre and Bernard began to move their cocks in and out of Michele at the same time and the beautiful black-haired girl immediately began a series of tremendous orgasms that wouldn't stop coming until the savage double-fuck was over.
She let out a loud scream of pleasure and allowed her tongue to come out from between her full sensuous lips as far as it would go.
Stacy reached down and placed her fingertips on the swollen, wet outer lips of her own pussy.
She pulled the lips apart so that Michele would be able to explore the hypersensitive folds of flesh within.
Michele moved her tongue with great coordination considering the way her body was being rocked by the twin penetration.
MacIntyre and Bernard timed their hips thrusts so that they were plunging into Michele at the same time.
Her ass and cunt would both go from completely empty to completely full with each thrust from those men.
Michele just loved the way it felt to have her bowels and her inner cunt filled with hard, throbbing cock meat.
There were times when Michele felt as if she were coming twice at the same time and it took all of her mind-control to give Stacy's pussy the pleasure the little blonde girl deserved.
Michele flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across the outer edges of Stacy's inner pussy lips.
Michele slowly worked her tongue between those lips and stiffened it so she could get it deep into the fuck hole.
The pace of the fuck steadily increased until MacIntyre and Bernard were both working their hips up and down as hard and fast as they could, sending Michele into previously untraveled areas of unadulterated pleasure.
Both MacIntyre and Bernard could tell that they would be able to fuck for a long time before they would have to worry about spilling their seed inside the big breasted black-haired woman.
But all good things have to come to an end, and the same is true of even the hottest group sex.
Both men eventually felt the savage tickle at the base of their poles of manhood that told them their orgasms were due soon.
Michele Symms could tell that the act would soon reach a crescendo.
She pulled her stiff tongue out of Stacy's cunt hole and moved the tip up to the top of that slit.
Michele worked one of her hands free and began to massage Stacy's cunt flesh with delicate fingertips.
Michele placed the tip of her tongue directly on Stacy's swollen clitoris and began to wiggle it around.
She moved the little girl's love button in a small sensuous circle and then began to flick back and forth.
She started out doing this very slowly and gently.
But soon her tongue began to ache a little as she worked it over Stacy's little man in the boat viciously.
All four of them were moaning and it became apparent that they were all going to come at the same time.
They screamed together.
MacIntyre could feel his cock pulsating and he roared as he shot his wad deep into his wife's cunt.
Bernard couldn't stand the pleasure of the Michele's sphincter gripping at his cock any longer and shivered as he spewed his silvery spunk into her bowels.
When the passion was over they all decided to move out into the party and see what other fun sexual activities they could find.
In the bathroom they could still hear a girl screaming.
It was difficult to determine whether she was enjoying herself or experiencing unspeakable agonies.
CHAPTER NINE
Nathan Versace, who had been the first to remove his clothes downstairs had taken the girl of his choice into the bathroom for a little wet fun.
Her name was Dee Dee Soloway, and she had been known in high-school as the kind of girl who liked to put out.
Even though it was years later Nathan felt a great deal of passion for the girl, and he had grabbed at his opportunity to get kinky with her.
Two other guys had followed them into the bathroom to watch.
Nathan didn't care how many spectators saw what he did to her.
Dee Dee was very drunk and giggled the whole time he was leading her upstairs.
When all of them got into the bathroom he had instructed her to step into the bathtub and turn so that she was facing the shower nozzle.
Dee Dee was a cutie-pie with auburn hair and a slight overbite that made her look extremely kissable.
She had slim hips and high pert breasts. Nathan thought she looked delicious as she stood in the tub wondering what he had in mind.
Nathan was a handsome Italian with black hair and big brown eyes.
He had been known to be sadistic with women, but Dee Dee didn't know that.
Nathan walked over to the dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the bathroom and threw open the lid.
He shoved his hand down into the dirty clothes and felt something made of rubber at the very bottom.
He pulled it out and for a moment the drunk little girl in the shower couldn't figure out what it was he was holding.
It looked like a hot water bottle with a hose coming out of it.
It took her a while to figure out that it was an enema bag.
"What are you going to do to me?" Dee Dee asked.
Her voice showed no concern. She was simply curious.
"I am going to fill your bowels with so much hot water you will feel like you are going to burst," Nathan said.
He moved over to the sink and set the empty rubber bag down.
"Oh yes, it will be a lot of fun," he said and let out a hissing laugh that betrayed his intentions.
Nathan unscrewed the black plastic cap at the top of the bag.
He then turned on the faucet in the white sink.
Nathan adjusted the temperature until he thought it was perfect.
He wanted the water to be steaming hot, just short of scalding.
Nathan filled the pink rubber bag all the way to the brim.
He couldn't have fit another drop of water in that bag without it spilling over.
He carefully screwed the cap back on and attached it to the pole that held the transparent plastic shower curtain.
He could see that there was a clamp on the long hose to keep the water from running out prematurely.
"I want you to press the palms of your hands against the wall in front of you," Nathan said to the little girl.
Dee Dee giggled and did this. She had no idea that all of that water was going to cause her a great deal of pain.
"Now move your feet as far as you can apart in the bottom of the tub," Nathan said, feeling his cock come to full erection.
Dee Dee could feel her nipples tingling and becoming erect as she pressed her anklebones against the sides, of the tub.
The tiles felt cool on her palms and the porcelain was smooth and cool on her feet.
She could tell how horny she was by the way her cunt was aching.
Her ass-hole tingled and her bowels yearned to feel that hot water.
"I want you to take every drop. If you shit the water back out before you take the whole enema we are going to have to do it again until you get it right!" Nathan said.
All of Dee Dee's inhibitions had been peeled away and she didn't seem to notice that the three men in the bathroom with her were looking at her with less than friendly expressions on their faces.
Nathan then ran the palm of his hand over Dee Dee's ass.
Her hips were so slim that he could hold both of her ass cheeks at the same time with a single hand.
He pried her tender buttocks apart and grabbed the long rubber hose at the base of the white plastic nozzle.
The enema's nozzle was thickest at the tip so that her ring of ass muscle would grip at the skinnier part and it would take a sharp tug to get it out once it was completely inserted into her anus.
He ran the tip of the nozzle up and down the stretched skin in the crack of Dee Dee's ass until he found her rectum.
The second he had the nozzle in place he drove it deep into Dee Dee's ass-hole with a single flick of his wrist.
Dee Dee's ass muscles instinctively gripped at it so that it would not slip out and Nathan removed the clamp.
The water started to flow into Dee Dee's bowels right away and she felt a great urge to shit it back out.
But she remembered what he had said about taking it all so she strained to keep her bowels from spasming.
She could feel the pressure in her cunt growing at the same rate as the pressure the water was causing in her bowels.
The little girl could feel goose bumps forming all over her body and the enema bag was only half empty when Dee Dee figured there was no way she could possibly hold any more water inside her.
Dee Dee assumed correctly that her sexual tension would be released in the form of an orgasm at the same time the water was released.
What she didn't know was that she would have to go through living hell before she got to that point.
All of Dee Dee's concentration was focused on trying to keep the water inside but she really felt as if she would explode.
The pain was excruciating and she began to scream out as the agony roared up her spine into her brain.
It seemed like an eternity to Dee Dee before the large pink enema bag had finally emptied into her.
The little girl trembled, her face turning as red as a beet.
At the same time her pussy juices were flowing freely.
She could tell that the insides of her thighs were wet and sticky from the natural lubrication.
Her cunt was fully engorged with blood and her clit was erect and quivering at the top of her slit.
Dee Dee could tell that she was going to have a tremendous orgasm at the same time she released the water.
Nathan smiled inwardly, his big brown.eyes burning with a fiery passion as he reached across the tub to grab the hose.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of the plastic enema nozzle and gave it a quick, sharp tug.
"You may release the water now, Dee Dee," Nathan said, jumping back to get out of Dee Dee's way.
He knew that there was going to be a tremendous explosion and he stood at the side of the large tub.
Nathan Versace folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head slightly to one side with amusement.
The little girl with the slight overbite clamped down on her bowel muscles and relaxed her sphincter.
She made an incredibly loud farting noise and the stained enema water shot out of her ass-hole so hard that it splashed against the white tiles on the bathroom wall behind her quaking ass cheeks.
Immediately the bathroom began to reek of the inside of Dee Dee's bowels.
The three men in the bathroom all cheered enthusiastically.
Dee Dee could feel the tension in her bowels releasing quickly.
At the same time the explosions started inside her pussy.
She could feel the heat of her orgasm completely filling her hips.
Dee Dee could feel her lips trembling and her eyes had welled up with tears to the point of overflowing.
As her orgasm spread to fill her torso with fiery pleasure her lower lip protruded and her mouth fell open.
Her mouth was so wide open that she could feel the corners of her lips pulling taut and her jaw began to ache.
But that sensation was insignificant to the little girl.
It was nothing compared to the pleasure she was feeling.
Dee Dee could feel the sludge dripping down the backs of her legs.
She removed the palms of her hands from the white tiles in front of her.
Dee Dee reached back so she could grab her own ass cheeks.
She could tell that some of the hot enema water had splashed up onto her creamy white round buttocks.
She gripped her firm ass cheeks as hard as she could.
Dee Dee pulled them apart and moaned, still feeling the convulsions whipping through her private parts.
When all of the water had drained out of her bowels and her orgasm was over Nathan stood calmly and applauded.
"Give the little girl a hand," Nathan said, with a small laugh.
The other two men in the room joined in on the applause.
Dee Dee could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.
The muscles in the little girl's legs felt weak.
She could feel her knees start to tremble at that moment.
She wasn't sure how much longer her shapely legs would be able to support the weight of her body.
She pulled her ankle bones away from the sides of the tub.'
The room began to spin and Dee Dee realized she was falling.
She landed in the bottom of the tub, not caring about the smelly water she was getting all over herself.
She took a couple of deep breaths and kept herself from fainting.
Nathan pulled the transparent plastic shower curtain all the way across so he could turn on the shower.
He was careful to keep the shower curtain on the inside of the tub so that none of the shower water would get on the bathroom floor.
Nathan turned on the shower which also helped Dee Dee wake up.
By the time she had cleaned off herself and the tub, wiping the stained water from the white tiled wall, she felt horny again.
But this time there was an ache up inside her cunt that told her how much she needed to be filled with cock.
She looked up at Nathan and she didn't care that he had hurt her on purpose.
In the long run, the pleasure had out-weighed the pain.
She wanted him and his two friends to fuck her all night long.
She could tell that she would never get enough sex that night.
She had always enjoyed sex, but up until that point she had always taken on sexual partners one at a time.
There was something about the whole party turning into an orgy that really turned Dee
Dee on.
There was something about having sex in public that made the little girl's cunt burn with anticipation.
"Fuck me, Nathan," she said in a whimpering tone.
She was begging him for his cock and he loved the way she sounded.
He loved the way her eyes yearned as she looked up at him.
He could see her lips moving wantonly, and he liked the way her reddish hair looked when it was wet.
Nathan reached down with both of his arms so Dee Dee could place her hands in his.
He pulled her to her feet and told her to step out of the bathtub.
Dee Dee reached out and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft of his cock.
She pumped her hand back and forth on that rod a couple of times.
Nathan grabbed the little girl by the shoulders and turned her so that her back was to him.
He placed the palm of his hand on her slim ass and gave her a little push leading her to the far bathroom wall.
Again he told her to place the palms of her hands on the wall in front of her.
She bent forward a little at the waist so her firm breasts dangled beneath her body.
She moved her feet so that they were far apart on the bathroom rug.
Nathan stood behind her and gently ran his fingertips up and down the insides of the little girl's thighs.
He moved his fingers into her pussy flesh, and he could tell right away how wet and swollen it was.
Dee Dee sighed. She needed him inside her badly.
She could feel his fingertip moving for her clitoris.
Nathan diddled Dee Dee's love button until she screamed out with yet another tingling orgasm.
He then moved the head of his cock so that it was in between the inner lips of her womanly orifice.
He could feel those inner labia stretching apart so that he could fit his throbbing purple glans between them.
Her cunt was tight, but it was wet, and soon he had pushed the entire length of his prick into that pussy.
He could feel her hot inner pussy flesh squeezing comfortably at the head and shaft of his cock.
He moved his hips from side to side for a moment, testing the elasticity of her inner pussy walls.
He then slowly began to move his cock in and out.
At first he used very short strokes, perhaps only an inch long.
Then the strokes got gradually longer, Dee Dee feeling the ache in her abdomen growing in leaps and bounds.
The little girl could tell that it wouldn't be long before once again she would be screaming in ecstasy.
Dee Dee closed her eyes tightly, and her face contorted until ugly from the intensity of her sensations.
Soon Nathan was using the entire length of his long cock.
He would pull his prick almost all the way out of her pulsating pussy before stabbing it deep inside.
He could hear her cunt make a deep wet sucking noise each time he drove his thick lance to full penetration.
Repeatedly her inner cunt lips clasped at the base of his prick.
He could feel the tremors in his scrotum starting.
The tickle had formed at the base of his prick.
That tickle grew with each thrust of his ramrod.
He quickly picked up the pace of his fucking motion.
His hips moved back and forth as fast as he could make them.
He fucked her savagely, brutally, she exploded with pleasure.
Dee Dee thought she was going to faint as she climaxed. She couldn't remember ever having a come that big before.
Her ass-hole and her deep bowels were still ringing from the torturous enema she had been given.
That sensation somehow doubled the intensity of her pleasure making her tremble as if she were trying to shake out of her skin.
She little girl with the overbite could tell that she would crumble to the floor in exhaustion when her orgasm was over.
Only the rush of her bliss was keeping her conscious, and her brain reeled with that delicious pleasure.
The hot sticky come shot up the long shaft of Nathan's cock and exploded from his spasming piss hole.
Nathan rammed his cock all the way into her cunt and kept it there.
He pressed her abdomen against the cheeks of her ass as hard as he could.
He could feel the labia squeezing his convulsing prick.
Her tight pussy fit him like a glove, and squeezed his rhymically as they orgasmed at the same time.
"COMMMMMING!! ! " Dee Dee screamed enthusiastically.
Her parched lips got caught in the middle of the word, and her tongue flicked out to moisten them quickly, but the gesture was in vain. Dee Dee's tongue was very dry also.
"ME TOO!" Nathan screamed out, his own handsome face contorting with pleasure.
He spat into her pussy repeatedly, her cunt feeling as if it wanted to suck his wrinkled scrotal sack dry.
Nathan's hands moved to Dee Dee's firm perky tits.
They were perfect handfuls for him and he fondled them gruffly.
He then moved his right hand swiftly down the underside of her torso while he kept his left hand on her tit.
The forefinger of his right hand quickly found her super-erect clitoris.
He pressed his fingertip against that love button very hard.
He crushed the center of her womanly pleasure against the base of her pubic bone.
Just when Dee Dee thought the waves of bliss were about to die down, she could feel them rising to full intensity once again.
She came twice.
Twice at the same time.
She thought the come would last forever.
But it eventually ended and she blacked out.
Nathan continued to move his still-hard cock in and out of the limp little girl, holding her up with his strong arms.
CHAPTER TEN
Michele grabbed Bernard by the hand and led him back into the backyard.
The full moon had moved behind a tree so there were shadows across their faces.
The black-haired woman turned to her lover and placed a gentle palm on the side of his handsome face.
She caressed his cheek with her fingertips, and allowed them to wander a crooked path over his puffy lips.
"It seems so long ago since we first stood here," Michele said.
She was looking straight into his eyes with sincere affection.
He placed his hands at the small of her back and pulled her close to him.
He could feel her hard, erect nipples brushing against his chest.
"It was an eternity ago," he said in a whispery voice.
They moved so that their lips were only an inch apart.
They could feel the hot moistness of each other's panting breath.
They both had the scent of sex about them in spite of the night air.
"We were strangers when the night began," Michele said.
"We are strangers now, Michele. I know nothing about you."
"But you know everything about me, Bernard. You know every detail of me."
"I know about your wonderful body. But I know nothing of your soul."
"My soul and my body are one. I am a sensate. I live for pleasure. Some may consider that a shallow way of living. Fuck them. They should try it before they knock it. Those who don't play the game should not be allowed to make up the rules," Michele said, never raising her voice above a whisper.
Even though there was no one else in the backyard she behaved as if she were keeping a secret from the world as she spoke to the man.
She kissed at his lower lip with little sips of her puckered lips.
She flicked the tip of her tongue across his lips to wet them.
She them planted her lips firmly upon his and writhed them sensuously.
Soon they were touching the tips of their tongues.
In a night of raw passion, the moment was very tender.
They touched each other as gently as they could, treating each other as if they were fragile and would break easily.
That sought the subtlest caress as they stroked.
Michele pressed her body snug against Bernard.
He could feel those huge tits, ripe melons, against him.
He pulled her even tighter against them and they explored the insides of mouths with their tongues.
Teeth, gums and cheeks were licked until the flavor was gone.
They could both tell that passion was blossoming again.
Bernard could feel the ache returning to his balls.
He could feel his cock, still limp between his parted thighs, starting to tingle and make its presence known.
Then his cock began to throb and he knew that that throbbing would only get worse until the prick began to grow.
He could feel the tip of his cock starting to lift up in the air, defying the force of gravity.
Bernard felt his pisshole touching the front of Michele's thigh.
He pulled his hips away from hers for a moment and his cock shot upward.
When he pressed his hips forward again his cock pointed at the stars in the cloudless night sky.
Michele could feel the base of his cock pressing against the base of the black-haired woman's mound.
Bernard had just assumed that he wouldn't be able to get it up again.
He was sure that he had spent his last drop of come.
He couldn't even remember how many orgasms he had had during the course of the hot suburban orgy.
But he knew by this time that he had one more left in him before the night would be through.
At any moment the sky in the east would start to brighten with the morning's impending sunrise.
"Please, Bernard, fuck me one more time. One more time before I go."
"Will I ever see you again?" Bernard asked.
"All you have to do is throw another party."
"Will I ever be able to see you alone. Just the two of us."
"Sorry. That's against the rules, lover. Mac and I work as a team."
Bernard thought that it was good that her marriage had rules.
He knew that he would have to be satisfied with sharing her, just as she would have to be satisfied with sharing him.
He had no intention of leaving Stacy and he had the feeling that his marriage would be strengthened by its new openness.
He figured that a lot of anxieties would be released.
There would be less hostility between the two of them.
They still loved each other, now they shared their bodies.
Both Stacy and Bernard wanted to become real swingers.
They wanted to be sensates just like
MacIntyre and Michele.
Bernard pulled back with his hips and Michele moved her fingers to the back of Bernard's strong neck.
She intertwined her fingers there and held him tightly.
"Fuck me while standing up, big boy," Michele said, pretending that she was Mae West for a moment.
She leaped up and wrapped her legs around him.
She leaned back so that her arms were straight.
Bernard moved the tip of his cock so that it was caressing her pussy flesh.
As they necked she had become hotter than an August sidewalk.
Her pussy flesh was fully engorged with blood.
That poontang was dripping from a fresh flow of cunt juice.
Those glands had usually gone dry in Michele's cunt by this time of the night so that she needed vaseline for lubrication.
But tonight was special. Bernard's ten inch prick made those lubrication secreting glands work overtime.
Bernard rubbed the tip of his clit against her clitoris for a moment and she made her now familiar purring sound.
She could feel her cunt flesh begin to pulsate as he moved the head of his cock to the base of the slit.
Bernard wiggled his hips a little bit, prying at the hole with the head of his fully erect cock.
He had a full ten inches poised at the mouth of Michele's fuck hole and he moved the head between her drooping inner labia.
He entered her quickly, smoothly, filling her completely.
She threw back her head and tears streamed down her cheeks.
She feared that emotions were getting in the way.
She wasn't supposed to fall in love. That was against the rules. She wept.
"FUCK ME HARD' MY LOVE!" Michele screamed.
Bernard rammed and plowed her with all of his might.
She burst into and incredible mind-spinning climax.
The tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
EPILOGUE
Our story has a happy ending.
Bernard came back to his senses three months after he met Michele.
That was the day he learned from Stacy that he was going to be a father, yes she was sure he was the one. She had been careful during the orgies. She wanted to make sure that Bernard was the father of her baby.
He was a perfect husband from that point on, determined to be a responsible father.
Stacy couldn't get fucked in the cunt after a while but she loved to take that huge prick up her ass until the day before she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.
They named her Michele.
As for MacIntyre and Michele, well, not so happy news. They eventually went their own way and went on to marry others.