Couples go in for wife swapping for various reasons. Some wish to relieve their connubial boredom; others desire to reach the ultimate in sensual joy by taking part in multiple simultaneous sex experiences. But, no matter what the reasons, the effects of mate swapping vary greatly from individual to individual, and sometimes the original intention of entering into such an arrangement is forgotten as the couples lose all control in their orgiastic practices. Roger Blake, Ph.D., in his book. Exhibitionism, has this to say about wife swapping: "There is a world of difference between the sharing of adulterous guilt that wife-swappers of a decade or more ago accomplished in their key game trade-offs, and the outright orgies of today's swinging group-sex kick. The difference can be summed up in two words-exhibitionism and voyeurism." In his latest book. Brad Roberts explores some of the many aspects of sexual deviations performed by mate swappers and the effects these practices had on six men and women.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Marty Wells lay spreadeagled in the center of the big king-sized bed, reading. He stretched his big nude frame lazily as his wife entered the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom, and her attention centered on his muscular, six-foot-two, two-hundred-pound form. A smile formed on her face as she moved across the room and pushed the papers he was studying aside.
She had taken Marty completely by surprise, but he let out a husky chuckle as he reached out for her and pulled her on top of him.
The hot shower had primed Sheila, and every inch of her five-nine, 40-24-37 body was ready for action. She twisted in his grasp, quickly straddling him in a sixty-nine position; then she bent her head and drew his lax cock into the sucking circle formed by her sensuous lips.
Marty groaned, and his big tool quivered slightly. It was all the encouragement Sheila needed. She brought her tongue into play against his tool, toying with it for a minute, polishing the moist knob as she hauled the foreskin back with her hand; then she began to rotate her mouth and bob her head up and down.
Sheila was good with her mouth, and Marty loved the feel of her blowing him. He let out a low moan at the feel of her tongue as she eagerly kindled his need. He moved his hands up around her hips and cupped her firm buttocks; then he opened his mouth and let his tongue slip from between his lips as he hauled her down to him. The smell and taste of her eager, open slit was hardly new to him after four years of marriage, but it excited him still; and he let his tongue plunge into it, eager to suck back her sweet cunt honey.
The spur-of-the-moment coupling was exciting for both of them, and they were instantly hot. Their deeply bronzed bodies twisted and glistened as they worked on each other furiously. Marty's experienced tongue searched for and found the stiff, throbbing length of Sheila's aroused clitoris at the juncture of her moist, burning lips, and he began to suck and lap at it passionately as she brought her teeth gently into play against the throbbing pole of his big, stroking cock.
Lola Dunstan moved through the living room toward the kitchen. She paused and looked over at her husband, who was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the half-consumed drink in his hand.
"For god's sake, Ray, we have to be there in a half-hour."
Ray looked up at her and frowned.
"Yeah. Sorry, honey, I just can't seem to get myself up for this deal."
There was an icy edge to Lola's voice as she answered him.
"You don't seem to be able to get yourself up for much of anything any more."
She accented the words "getting up" purposely, and a flush of anger came over Ray's handsome features. He opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind and took a swig from his glass.
Lola instantly regretted her words, and she offered an apologetic smile as she moved over to him.
"I'm sorry, honey; that wasn't fair. I know you're doing your best."
Ray shrugged, outwardly pretending to push it aside as unimportant, but Lola knew he was hurt. She dropped down onto her knees on the carpet in front of him and fixed her eyes on his.
"Look, I mean it; I'm sorry. The doctor says all you need to do is get back a little confidence and you'll be fine; I guess I'm not helping much."
Anger welled up in Ray's face again, and he tossed the rest of his drink back before speaking.
"Maybe the fucking doctor is wrong; these damn headshrinkers think they know everything. Maybe it's me and not you that's screwing up what we have in bed. If you hadn't made such a big thing out of having kids, we might just have a whole bloody houseful by now."
He got up, brushing past her, and walked down the hallway. Lola stayed kneeling on the carpet for a few seconds, her eyes closed. Frustration and helplessness filled her, and she had to fight to keep from crying, but she did it with determination.
Ray had to unwind, and the party Vern and Leona Johnson were throwing was a good way to start. She had to get Ray to it one way or another, and hope to hell that when they got home he'd be able to perform. Kids were a secondary need after damn near a month without sex; what she really needed now was a damn good romp in the hay.
Leona had a good start on a roaring drunk, and Vern was far from pleased at the idea of having their guests find her in a half-pissed state before the party even got under way. He walked across the living room to her and took the glass from her hand; then he emptied it and set it down.
Leona looked up at him and shrugged.
"First, I'm no good in bed, and now I can't even drink."
A warm flush filled Vern's face. He stepped back a pace from her, resting his muscled one hundred-and-eighty-pound, six-foot frame lightly on his feet. His eyes moved over her slowly, assessing the lush beauty of her five foot seven, 36-24-36 build, and the almost angelic beauty of her long black hair and finely chiseled features. She was a gorgeous woman, and his frustration with her was made worse by her sensuous beauty.
"There's nothing wrong with you in bed, honey; I never said there was."
Leona's eyes flashed bitterly as she spoke.
"Oh no, I'm great for a quickie; it's just that I won't give into your abnormal requests; that's all that's wrong with me."
Vern frowned and shook his head slowly.
"Look, baby, there's nothing wrong with a little variety between husband and wife; guys and broads have been making it orally and anally since time began. I only want you to let go of your bloody Victorian ideas for once and give it a try. You might find that you like it."
Leona dropped down onto the couch and lit a cigarette; then she looked up at him as she exhaled.
"You're sick, Vern."
They had been arguing this way over and over for almost the full year of their marriage, and Vern knew it was senseless to go through it again. He shrugged and moved across to the bar, pouring himself a drink.
"Just do me one favor, honey; ask some of the other broads at the party tonight if they feel the same way as you do about it; I think you'll find out we've got a whole bloody neighborhood of what you call abnormal people."
Chapter Two
Marty walked out of the can and down the hallway to the living room. He paused by the entrance way as his eyes flickered from Vern, who was saying good night to some of the neighbors, to the remaining guests.
Lola was literally poured into a deeply plunging minidress that seemed to cling to her like a second skin, and he had been unable to keep his eyes off her for most of the night. The lush swell of her firm tits showed they were damn near popping out every time she moved; he kept finding himself wondering what it would be like to shove his cock into the warm valley between the stunning redhead's big mounds and fucking her that way while she sucked his knob with her beautiful, sensuous lips. He studied her for a few seconds before leaving her compact, five-two, 35-22-35 frame and letting his gaze rest on Leona.
In her own way she looked just as good to him. She was bigger than Lola, and she had an innocent, almost virginal appearance that made her look good enough to eat.
His thought went back to the wondrous two-week vacation he and Sheila had spent in Hawaii, to the Canadian couple that they had shared damn near every hour with. He remembered the initial hesitancy on Sheila's part when the other couple had suggested swapping partners, and then the complete adoration she held for the idea once the four of them had balled it in the first all-out orgy.
They had been doing a good deal of talking about finding something more permanent and closer to home, and he found himself assessing the others as possible swap partners as he looked at them.
Lola was the homemaker type. All she wanted was kids and housework; yet the very way she was dressed indicated that below the happy-wife surface, there was an urge for wild sexual experimenting. It excited him, and he glanced over at Ray, who was sitting sullenly in the corner, out of the conversation and very deep into what must have been his seventh drink. It was obvious that Ray could use a little livening up, too.
Leona would be rough, though; she'd have to be conned into it somehow. But from listening to Vern talk, it was apparent that he would be a willing participant in any type of sexual experimentation; that was obvious from the fact that he liked to brag about the strange stuff he was banging on the side.
He was still immersed in his thoughts when Vern walked up beside him and grinned.
"Well, that's the last of the deadheads; maybe we can get something going now and have some fun."
Marty returned the grin, thinking inwardly just how much fun they could have if the others were as ready for action as he was. He moved out into the room beside Vern and dropped down onto the couch beside Lola, his eyes staying longer than was necessary on the delicious cleavage of her dress as he reached for his glass and tilted it up.
Vern moved across to the bar and poured himself a fresh drink. His eyes flickered across Leona as he turned and moved back across the room to sit down.
Months of frustration over his inability to get her to do any experimenting sexually had built up to an all-consuming peak within him, and he was determined to make Leona listen to some separate opinions on just what was normal in a marriage when it came to balling.
He sensed that he had an ally in Marty, and he took a deep breath as he sat down, then looked over at Marty and spoke in a voice loud enough for all of them to hear.
"Say, Marty, you're a worldly type; maybe you could help settle an argument between Leona and me."
The conversation died in the room as the others turned to listen, and Marty grinned and swiveled slightly in his chair.
"Sure. Just ask and I'll give you the benefit of all my experience."
Vern didn't say anything immediately. He looked over at Leona, and she gave him a cutting, icy look. Rather than stop Vern, it only served to make him more determined to get it out; he phrased it a little more bluntly than he had originally intended.
"I maintain that a husband and wife should do a little experimenting sexually-you know, keep the old marriage bed hot. What do you think?"
For Marty this was an excellent opportunity to let his and Sheila's views be known. Vern had opened the topic, and if he played his cards right, he could lead up to the fact that he and Sheila were looking for a little swapping action.
"I agree with you completely; I think husband and wife should go the whole route, make love every damn way possible. Speaking from experience, I can tell you it's a hell of a lot of fun."
Sheila giggled drunkenly and flushed.
"It's even better when two married couples go the whole route."
There was a painful silence in the room.
Ray paled slightly and leaned forward. Lola felt her pulse quicken simply at the mention of sex; she had almost forgotten what it was. Leona flushed deeply and tried to silence Vern with her eyes, but she got nowhere. He had no intention of letting it lie where it was.
"Am I to understand that you and Sheila have swapped partners?"
Marty looked around at the others, trying to assess their feelings; then he nodded his head slowly.
"Sure. What the hell, we're all adults here; we know what it's all about. Sheila and I not only try the whole bit ourselves, but we enjoy making it with another couple at the same time. It sure as hell cuts down on the emotional problems, let me tell you."
Sheila had lost her embarrassment now, with Marty's comments flowing freely, and she quickly backed him up.
"That's a fact; God, it does the mind wonders to have a little variety, and watching your mate ball it while you're doing it with someone else is fantastic for both mind and body."
Lola was first embarrassed, then shocked, but after a few seconds, she was far more intrigued than anything else.
"So you mean that you and Sheila have really . . . changed partners ..."
Marty smiled broadly.
"Yes, and we both fully enjoyed it-so much that we intend to do it again if we find anyone who's interested."
His statement was an open invitation, and it was too much for Ray. He stood up, doing his best to give the impression that he had fully intended to do so for some time.
"I think it's about time to hit the sack, Vern. Thanks for the party; it was a good one."
There was a brief silence; then Vern stood up and smiled.
"Great having you. We'll have to get together more often."
Leona stood up and glanced at Marty and Sheila.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to do without me; I've got one hell of a headache. I'm sure Vern will keep you occupied."
She gave Vern a dirty look and left the room.
Vern frowned, then looked back at Ray and Lola, who was now on her feet, too. He smiled and followed them to the door.
When they had left, he moved back into the living room and dropped into his chair. He looked directly over at Marty and grinned, shaking his head slowly.
"I think you shook the rest of them up."
Marty shrugged and leaned back.
"What the hell . . . Sheila and I aren't ashamed of swapping; we think it's great."
Vern's smile broadened.
"I'm inclined in agree with you. I'd like to give it a try myself, but I'm afraid Leona would never go for it."
Sheila laughed, cutting him off; and he looked over at her.
"What's so funny?"
Sheila laughed and shrugged.
"Nothing. . . it's just that when Marty first suggested it to me, I was shocked and horrified by it, but it only took me one session to see the light. If Leona ever tried it, she'd be all for it."
Vern's smile faded a little, and he nodded.
"You're probably right; she's just so damn inhibited."
He paused for a second, a thought gelling in his mind; then he looked back at Sheila.
"Look, would you consider talking to her about it? She won't listen to me; she thinks I'm a dirty old man if I suggest going down on her, but maybe you could get through to her; she likes you." Sheila smiled.
"I'd be glad to, but I don't know how much she likes me after tonight." Vern shrugged.
"Oh, hell, she's just choked up at me because I brought the subject up. I'm sure she'd talk to you about it tomorrow if you tried."
Marty broke in.
"I can't think of a couple we'd rather make it with. Sheila can drop in tomorrow." Vern grinned broadly.
"Christ, this could be great. Let's have a drink on it."
"We'd better call it quits; we've got you into enough shit for one night. We'll see how Sheila makes out tomorrow; maybe we'll be seeing a hell of a lot of one another."
Vern nodded slowly.
"I like the sound of that . . . especially seeing more of Sheila."
Ray slammed the door none too gently and shook his head.
"Well, you sure as hell picked a beauty of a party to go to."
Lola hadn't wanted to leave, and she was still mildly miffed over being dragged out just when things were beginning to warm up.
"What was wrong with it? I enjoyed myself."
Ray frowned.
"What was wrong with it? Christ, they were just getting ready to toss in the keys and start a bloody orgy."
Lola was past the point of patience with him. "Heaven forbid-not sex! We couldn't have that, could we!"
Ray shouted her down.
"Lay off it, will you? I'm fed up with the same bloody bullshit. You're a bloody nymph, you know that? All you can think about is screwing."
Lola was too mad to shout. Her voice was slow, deliberate and controlled.
"A nymph because I want it more than once a month."
Ray turned to face her.
"You were getting it a lot more than that, baby, before you decided I wasn't man enough to give you any kids. It's your fault you're not getting your quota, not mine. Maybe you should get together with the rest of those sick bastards and have yourself an orgy."
Lola spoke before she thought, and immediately regretted it.
"Maybe I should."
Ray didn't answer her. He brushed past her and walked down the hall.
Chapter Three
Lola lifted the coffee pot off the stove and started across toward the kitchen table. She poured the two mugs full of the steaming brew and returned the pot to the stove as Ray walked into the kitchen and sat down. Their eyes met briefly, and she shrugged.
"I'm sorry about last night; I guess I had a few too many."
Ray nodded slowly as he helped himself to sugar and cream.
"Yeah, I guess I did, too. We're both uptight about not being able to have kids, and last night was the time we picked to let off steam."
Lola frowned slightly as she joined him at the table.
"If only it didn't take so goddamned long to adopt."
Ray lifted his mug and took a drink before answering her.
"If only I could beat whatever it is that's stopping me from getting you pregnant."
Lola cut him off, knowing that the topic was painful for him.
"It'll work itself out; I think we're both just trying too hard. If we didn't want it so badly, we'd probably have a whole houseful by now."
Ray felt there was a lot of merit in what she said. The doctor Lola had been seeing had said more or less the same thing. He knew full well that everything had gone along great for them sexually up until the time they'd decided to have kids; then suddenly everything had gone to hell.
He glanced at his watch and swore softly.
"Damn, look at the time; I've got to get the hell out of here."
He stood up and crossed over to her, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"See you later. You should go on back to bed; last night was pretty hectic."
Lola smiled.
"I might just do that."
She waited until she heard the door close behind him; then she moved back over to the stove and poured herself another cup of coffee. Her mind drifted back over the conversation of the night before. The idea of Marty and Sheila swapping partners had really surprised her, and she had been unable to get the thought out of her mind.
She tried to envision what it would be like-making love to another man while watching Ray make love to another woman. From a purely sexual side, the idea appealed to her. It shocked her a little, although it wasn't too hard to understand, considering how little sexual satisfaction she had been getting of late. She couldn't help but wonder what effect it would have on the relationship between her and Ray.
Surely it would be an ideal way to get both of them over the hump of sexual inactivity, and at the same time, it would have to give Ray more confidence in himself as a man to have sex simply for the fun of it, and prove himself with another woman.
She found herself half-wishing that she and Ray could give it a try as easily as Marty and Sheila had. It was an unorthodox thought, to say the least, and she was a little surprised at herself for even considering it.
She attempted to push it from her mind as she began the routine of cleaning the house.
Leona waited until Vern had left for work before she got out of bed and climbed into the shower. She relaxed and lathered herself slowly, then stepped under the hot, stinging spray. Her thoughts drifted back to the night before, and Marty's unashamed admission that he and Sheila had tried trading sexual partners.
She stepped back out of the water and shut it off, then moved out of the shower stall and reached for one of the big bath towels, rubbing herself briskly. She had just about finished when the phone rang.
She cursed under her breath and wrapped the towel around herself, then moved out of the bathroom and crossed into the bedroom, picking up the extension. She recognized Sheila's voice immediately.
"Hi, honey. Put the coffee on; I'll be over in ten minutes."
Before Leona had a chance to answer, the line went dead in her hand. She placed the phone back in its cradle and shook her head slowly. For a split second she was angry with Sheila for inviting herself over so early; but, as usual, she couldn't stay mad at Sheila for long. Sheila was blunt and brisk, but she was honest, and it was hard not to like her.
Leona tossed the towel onto the bed and began to dress quickly.
Ray ran his pen slowly down the figures in front of him. For what seemed the fiftieth time, he lost count. He closed his eyes and tossed the pen into the center of his desk; then he leaned back into the comfortably padded leather chair.
It was no good, and he knew it. He couldn't concentrate on what he was doing. The night before had been the breaking point for all the frustration both he and Lola were going through, and there was no longer any sense in trying to delude himself. If something wasn't done soon to correct the situation, he and Lola were going to break up.
He had been relatively convinced that he and Lola could work this thing out between them, but it was becoming painfully obvious that they couldn't. It just got steadily worse. He knew he would have to get some outside help to work it out, and yet there was no way he was going to try Lola's method. The psychiatrist really hadn't done her much damn good anyway.
On the other hand, he had to talk to somebody about it, if only to get it off his chest. He leaned forward and pressed down the button his intercom.
"Jenny . . . get me Marty Wells on the phone."
Leona set the tray down in the center of the coffee table and dropped down to the couch beside Sheila. She poured two cups and then lifted the one nearest her and leaned back. Sheila helped herself to her cup, adding sugar and cream; then she stirred it slowly and turned to face Leona.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush, baby. It's obvious after last night that you and Vern are having a problem, and to be honest, I'm a little hurt to find out that you haven't confided in me before now. That's what friends are for."
Leona put a puzzled expression on her face with some effort.
"I don't know what you mean."
Sheila let out a husky chuckle.
"Oh, come on, honey; Vern let the cat out of the bag last night. He wants you to give him a little action in bed, and you won't go for it. It's obviously eating away at both of you."
Leona could have pushed it aside again, but she didn't have the strength left. She had been holding it inside for too long as it was.
"Okay, but remember you asked for it."
Sheila nodded slowly as she smiled.
"Go ahead; I've got broad shoulders. While I may not be an expert in the field, sex has to be my favorite topic."
Deciding to talk was one thing, but finding the words was something else again. Leona took a drink from her cup and lit a cigarette before speaking.
"Everything was great for the first two or three months we were married. Then one night in bed, when we were really hot, Vern started kissing me all over, and before I knew it, he was kissing me . . . well, down there ..."
Sheila was doing her best not to break out laughing at Leona's hesitancy.
"You mean he started going down on you?"
Leona nodded slowly.
"Yes. Well, I just don't think that's right, and I told him so. He got mad, and we had a long talk about it. He says there's nothing wrong with it, and went so far as to suggest that I do the same for him. From that point on, things got worse. I know damn well he's been running around on me; he doesn't even try to keep it a secret. He keeps saying that any time I want to unfreeze he's ready to stay home with me. We haven't been having sex for months, and it's driving me crazy."
Sheila nodded slowly and set her cup down. She lit a cigarette and exhaled, then leaned back and looked over at Leona.
"Look, honey, I could spend all day telling you just how wrong you are, but I don't really think it would do any good. I had an idea this was the problem, so I pulled a couple of books out of the special library that Marty and I have built up ..."
She bent over to pick up her purse, then opened it and pulled out two pocket books. She handed them to Leona and leaned back again.
"You read those when you get a chance. When you're finished, you'll either be convinced that nine-tenths of the population are perverts, or that maybe you owe it to yourself to give Vern's suggestion a try. That first one there talks about what you and Vern are fighting over, and the second one goes into things a little deeper-group sessions, wife swapping, etc. I got those two books when Marty and I were talking about swapping; I wanted to be sure in my own mind that it wasn't going to ruin what we already had. It didn't take me long to find out just how fabulous it could be. You read them, honey; you owe it to yourself. And keep in mind that Marty and I have never been happier than since we gave swapping a try."
Leona dropped the books onto the coffee table as though she felt they would contaminate her. Sheila smiled a little.
"It's up to you, honey; it's your life."
She lifted her cup and drained it, then stood up.
"I've got to run; got a hairdresser's appointment in fifteen minutes. Keep the books for as long as you want; Marty and I don't need them any more."
Marty glanced at his watch, then looked over at the restaurant door. He saw Ray come in and flashed him a smile, then waved the waitress over. He gave her an order for drinks; then, as she moved away, he looked back to Ray, who dropped into the chair across from him.
"I'd almost given you up."
Ray shrugged apologetically.
"Damn client phoned just as I was going to leave."
Marty smiled.
"Don't they always? I've ordered drinks. Now, what did you have on your mind?"
Ray glanced around them appraisingly. He found himself regretting having set up the luncheon appointment for a second, but he was committed, and he intended to go through with it.
"I want to talk to you. I need some advice, about this thing between Lola and me. It's gone too far for me to work it out for myself."
Marty's features grew serious as he nodded.
"Sure, glad to help if I can. Shoot."
The waitress showed up with their drinks, and Ray flushed, afraid she had overheard their conversation. It was immediately obvious to him that the waitress didn't really give a damn, and he took a deep breath and continued when she'd left.
"You know how badly Lola wants kids?"
Marty nodded, waiting for his friend to continue.
"Well, once we'd decided to go ahead, we really had a wild time in the sack; but then, when she didn't get pregnant after two or three months, we began to wonder why. At first we just figured it was bad luck, but after two years of nothing, we thought there might even be something physically wrong. Both Lola and I had checkups and came out with clean bills of health. The doctor that examined us figures it's something emotional, on my side. I've been trying everything, but the situation between Lola and me is getting unbearable. It's so bad that I don't even want to make it with her any more, and both of us are getting frustrated as hell. I know damn well that it's just because we're both trying too damn hard, but knowing it and doing something about it are two different things."
Ray paused, taking a sip from his glass, and Marty realized he was expected to say something. He crushed out his cigarette and looked up.
"You tried adopting, didn't you? That would probably work it out."
Ray nodded.
"Yeah, I think that would have worked it out, but it takes so damn long to get it through. To be truthful, I don't think Lola and I are going to make it that long."
Marty nodded slowly.
"Both of you are so bloody frustrated by now I suppose neither of you can be much good in bed."
There was a strained silence while Marty lifted his drink to his lips and drained it. He looked over at Ray as he set his glass down.
"If you're asking me what I'd do, it's simple. Sheila and I were having a few problems of our own sexually a few months back. It wasn't the same thing as you and Lola are up against; we were both just getting a little bored with our sex life. I'll tell you what we did to iron it out; it worked really well for us."
Ray leaned back and kept his eyes locked with Marty's.
"If you're suggesting we try swapping partners, it's out. Even if I agreed to it, Lola never would." Marty smiled.
"Don't be too sure about that. Consider the problem; you're both frustrated sexually from lack of satisfaction. You're both emotionally tied up in knots, so you couldn't possibly make it satisfactorily with each other even if the opportunity presented itself. Lastly, you're both reasonably sure that if you had a baby, it would work itself out. Swapping would end the sexual frustration in one night. It would untie the emotional knots between you because your sex problems are at the base of it, and if Lola got pregnant from swapping, which she very well might, you'd have solved that problem, too. Remember, you've already considered adopting, so what's wrong with having Lola get pregnant from another source? It would be more yours than if you adopted it."
Ray was a little knocked off balance by it all. He could find no part of Marty's argument that didn't ring true, yet he had never even considered swapping as an out for their problems. He sat silently for a second, mulling it over in his mind.
Marty raised his hand for another round of drinks, then looked back at Ray.
"It worked for Sheila and me. It's great, as a matter of fact. I'm not guaranteeing that it would work for you and Lola, but I don't see why it shouldn't. Of course, you both have to be ready to try it, and you have to go into it with open minds. If one of you is going to get jealous, it will never work. At first I thought that would be Sheila's problem, but we talked it out and both agreed that it was sex for the sake of sex when we swapped, and it had nothing to do with the love we have between us. That may sound cold to you, but it isn't if you consider that sex is a damn powerful drive, just like eating and sleeping, and there's no damn reason why it should be all tied up with love like it is in this damned crazy society of ours."
Ray nodded slowly.
"No ... I suppose not..."
Their fresh drinks arrived, and Ray was silent until the waitress left; then he looked over at Marty.
"I'll have to think about it . . . and talk it over with Lola. I gather that you and Sheila would be willing to swap with us if we agreed to try it."
Marty grinned broadly.
"You won't have to ask twice."
All her life sex had been something Leona shut out. She had been taught that it was necessary, but not to be discussed or even thought about in decent surroundings. As a result, she had been able to ignore the two books on the coffee table for a good two hours, but finally she convinced herself that they would have no influence over her anyway, so she sat down and opened the first one.
Ray didn't bother going back to the office. He knew damn well that he couldn't concentrate on work anyway. Instead, he drove home slowly, thinking over what Marty had said as he drove.
It made sense, in a crazy sort of way. Yet in all honesty, he had to admit to himself that the thought of possessing Sheila sexually added to the proposition a great deal.
He had always considered Sheila a sexually attractive broad. She was the regular big blonde brick shithouse. Her measurements were more than any man could completely ignore, and Ray had found himself studying them from a distance many a time. The realization that he could be balling all that blonde beauty was almost too much for him to take, and he found himself really working out some sound reasons to offer Lola as to why they should take Marty and Sheila up on their offer.
He wheeled the Merc wagon into the driveway and parked it, then grabbed his briefcase and headed for the house. Lola heard the door open and walked into the living room from the kitchen. She smiled as she saw him.
"You're early."
Ray returned her smile as he set his briefcase down and closed the door.
"I was getting nowhere at the office. Thinking about last night made me pretty useless behind a desk."
Lola nodded her understanding and moved over to the bar. She fixed them two drinks and carried one over to him, dropping down onto the couch beside him. Ray took one gratefully from her hand and took a sip; then he looked over at her.
"I had lunch with Marty today, and I think he might have come up with an answer to our problems."
A flicker of interest lit up Lola's face.
"Oh? How so?"
Ray flushed slightly; he didn't know how to say it. He let out a nervous laugh.
"He figures we should try swapping with him and Sheila."
His eyes stayed on Lola, trying to gauge her reaction. He got anything but what he expected. Instead of being surprised or shocked, she simply nodded her head.
"That's funny; the thought entered my mind today, too."
Ray had been prepared for an argument, and now that he wasn't getting one, he made no attempt to hide the excitement he felt.
"It might not be a bad idea. After all, it should sure as hell let us unwind if we did it once; then maybe we'd be able to get over all this bloody muddle we've worked ourselves into."
Lola nodded.
"Yes, I agree. We both need to unwind completely."
Ray grinned broadly.
"You mean you're willing to do it? You don't think it will bother us . . . you know, knowing that we're making love with somebody else?"
Lola shrugged.
"Why should it? It's not as though we're cheating on each other; we'll both be doing it at the same time. If we find out we don't like it, we'll simply quit."
Leona didn't hear Vern come into the house. She was too engrossed in the last few pages of the second book that Sheila had left.
Vern walked into the living room and looked over at her.
"Hey, I'm home."
Leona jumped, startled at the sound of his voice. She flushed deeply when she looked up and saw him, and quickly put the book down. Her action drew Vern's attention instantly, and he moved across toward her, picking the book up off the coffee table. He knew right away that Sheila had been true to her word.
He set the book down and glanced at the title of the other one; then he smiled and looked back down at Leona.
"I see you've been doing some reading."
Leona nodded.
"Yes, Sheila came over this morning; she thought I should read them."
Vern knew better than to push it; just finding Leona reading this kind of book was evidence enough that Sheila's talk had done a damn sight more good than any of his lectures had. He turned and walked over to the bar, pouring out two drinks, then carried them back across to her and offered her one.
Leona took it gratefully.
"Thanks; I've been so busy I haven't had one all day."
Vern was pleasantly surprised, and he couldn't resist showing it.
That's great; for a while there I was beginning to think you were an alcoholic."
Leona leaned back and looked up at him as he moved across to the chair directly in front of her and sat down.
"I thought so, too."
She was silent for a second as she looked down at the fluid in her glass; then she moved her eyes back to him and spoke.
"Vern, maybe I have been way off base on this sex thing. After reading these books, it's pretty obvious to me that I'm pretty prudish. I've decided that it isn't fair to either of us for me to keep this up, and I've had a chance to reevaluate a lot of things. There's just one question I want to ask you."
Vern nodded.
"Shoot."
Leona held his eyes with hers as she spoke.
"I can't promise you that I'll ever be able to do what you want, but I can truthfully say that I'm seriously ready to give it a try. If I do, do you think we've got a chance to salvage our marriage?"
Vern was far more pleased than he could say. He answered her honestly and instantly.
"Honey, all I've ever wanted is for you to try. Hell, everybody has to learn about sex slowly; you don't hop into bed the first night and start going down on each other. It has to be a mutual thing between a couple, and it grows slowly into perfection. I promise you here and now that if you're willing to try, I won't push you, and I'll guarantee you won't have to worry about me going elsewhere for sex kicks."
Leona nodded slowly, then stood up with a look of determination.
"I'm going to have a bath, a long, hot one. Then I want you to make love to me . . . any way you want."
Sheila leaned back and smiled. "By the sounds of it, we've both struck pay dirt."
Marty nodded.
"Yes, if Leona reads these books she'll pretty well get over her initial inhibitions anyway, and from there on, who knows? As far as Ray and Lola go, I could tell by the look on Ray's face that he was all for it, and I have a feeling Lola is a natural swapper under that homebody disguise of hers. I can hardly wait to get her into bed." Sheila returned his smile.
"After listening to their problem, I have to admit that I'm looking forward to making it with Ray, too. If he's as unsure of himself as he says, he'll try awfully hard to make good with me, and from what I've seen of him in a bathing suit, it's going to be some ride."
Marty chuckled huskily.
"I don't think we'll have too long to wait. One of them should be phoning tomorrow and unless I miss my guess, we'll be swapping by tomorrow night. I hope that we can interest them in going both ways; I've really missed the AC/DC bit since that Canadian couple introduced us to it."
Sheila felt herself shudder with expectation.
"Mmmm . . . you're not the only one."
Ray looked over at Lola as he carried over two refills and handed her one.
You're sure then ... no second thoughts?"
Lola shook her head slowly.
"No . . . let's try it once, then evaluate it. That's the only fair way."
Ray nodded slowly.
"Okay, I'll call Marty tomorrow and arrange lunch with him again. I'll tell him it's just on a one-night basis for the time being, and see if they can come over tomorrow night."
Vern waited for a half-hour. His cock was stiff and throbbing against the front of his pants. It had been a long time for both of them, and having her this willing for him made waiting almost unbearable. Finally he gave up trying to keep himself occupied. He walked down to the bathroom and went inside.
Leona looked up in from the tub and smiled.
"Hi, I've been waiting for you. How about scrubbing my back?"
Vern handed her the fresh drinks he'd brought in; then he knelt down beside the tub and picked up the soap. He began to wash her lush, glowing body gently, very, very gently.
He worked on her slowly, his hands roving lovingly over every part of her willing body, lathering her high, proud breasts, brushing against the stiff nipples, stroking and caressing her everywhere. Leona closed her eyes and began to moan softly, and Vern rinsed the soap away quickly and pulled out the plug, letting the water drain away.
He helped her out of the tub and dried her quickly; then he led her down the hall to the big master bedroom and folded down the covers of the king-sized bed. He eased her gently into it, then pulled her back into his arms, holding her tightly against him.
"Easy, baby, easy . . . just relax and enjoy it ... "
He bent his head and kissed her. He held her lips tightly against his for a few seconds, feeling them soft and yielding, and loving it. It was a gentle, undemanding kiss at first; then the raging fires in both of them made it not enough.
The pressure of his mouth increased, and she felt the outline of his big cock in the front of his pants pulsing hotly against her hips as his tongue lashed through her teeth and probed deeply into her mouth.
It had been so long, and Leona was so hot for it that she found herself ignoring the nagging voice which told her that what he wanted from her was wrong. She was so primed for it that she was only vaguely aware of his lips slowly traveling downward over her lush breasts . . . then shifting downward again . . . pausing to suck at each nipple, tasting, teasing her pulsating buds. It felt so good, so reassuring, so gentle ... so relaxing . . . then it was more than that, and she was conscious of the fact that he was stripping away his clothing as his mouth paid homage to her.
"Oh, god, yes . . . hurry . . . hurry ..."
She whimpered with desire as she felt the tip of his hot tongue begin to move through the glistening black fleece surrounding her burning cuntlips. There was no thought of whether it was right or wrong; she wanted it, and she needed it. She shrieked with pleasure and arched herself upward off the warm sheet as his eager tongue snaked into her yawning cunt and made its first exploratory surge into her sweet, freely flowing pussy.
He kept working at her for a few seconds; then, when she was past the point of thinking, of caring about anything but the feel of his lusty tongue, he lifted his mouth and looked down at her.
"Look, honey, I don't want to rush you ... I don't want to force you. Are you sure?"
Deep inside Leona knew it was wrong; yet when she tried to formulate the words, to tell him to stop, she couldn't get them out. Then her ears filled with her own wild cry.'
"Yes . . . god, yes . . . lick me . . . put your tongue in my cunt. . . eat it ... "
Vern let out a husky groan of delight and moved his lips back to her hot slit, covering it and sucking wildly for a few seconds; then he shoved his tongue deep into the sweet, oozing chasm and began to gurgle with delight.
Instantly Leona's body came alive beneath him. She was filled with a weird, wonderful tingling sensation, and she closed her eyes and began to whimper softly.
Vern worked on her slowly, letting his tongue pay homage to the sweet, swollen outer lips of her cunt; then he gradually shoved the hot, moist lance deeper and deeper into her delicious, nectar-filled twat. He let the tip circle slowly, and Leona's lust-filled moans filled the room as she lost herself to the wonder of it completely and let her buttocks lash upward off the bed.
Her legs spread farther apart, and she began to rotate her hips. She whimpered with need and embraced his head with her firm, golden thighs, holding him in a viselike grip, welcoming the feel of his eager mouth on her.
It was wicked and wild for Leona, something she had never allowed herself to experience before; and it didn't take her long to reach her peak.
The instant Vern felt her beginning to quiver, he brought his lapping tongue into contact with her stiff, pulsating clitoris. She erupted, her body shuddering through a series of blissful explosions.
Vern stayed with her, his tongue working on her until she had ceased to move, finishing her completely.
It was a good ten minutes before Leona found the strength to open her passion-clouded eyes. She was still high on the blissful sensation of her crisis, and the sight of his big, thick cock-stiff, throbbing, glistening-was too much. She shook with anticipation and tossed her head wildly from side to side on the pillow.
"Now . . . god, do it now . . . fuck me ..."
Vern bent his head and kissed her breasts lightly, then moved down to place his hot mouth on her open cunt briefly before he shifted over her and dropped into her waiting arms. He paused briefly, letting his eyes move over the lush outline of her body, sensuously illuminated by the single lighted lamp; then he reached for his painfully throbbing cock and guided the massive knob over the deliciously glistening, swollen lips of her hot slit.
Leona couldn't get him into her fast enough. She reached up to clutch his buttocks, then yanked him downward as she arched herself up off the bed. A small cry of delight broke through her clenched teeth as his huge knob ripped into her, and she rotated her hips wildly as the big tool drove farther into her burning chasm. The feel of his thick tool invading the hot, clutching tissues sent a searing jolt of pleasure through Vern, and he gave a guttural moan as he began to drive his massive cock into her with short, powerful strokes.
He lustily fought for more territory, finally bringing his heavy, tender balls slamming against her elevated ass on each blissful stroke. Having her give of herself like this excited Vern wildly. He hit his peak quickly.
He groaned huskily as the first rich, creamy gushing stream of hot come spurted forth from the big slit in the tip of his deeply imbedded knob, and Leona cried out with delight as she went with him, a violent, passionate series of tremors shaking her sweat-covered form.
They clung together, bucking wildly against each other, surging frantically through the throes of release; then Vern collapsed onto her, supporting the weight of his upper body on his elbows as he fought to regain control of his exhausted, very satisfied body.
They stayed that way for a long time; then finally Vern lifted himself up off her, slipping his shrinking prick free of her warm slit. He took a deep breath as he rolled over onto his back beside her.
"Christ, baby, that was wild!"
Leona was silent for a second as she fought to control her breathing; then she turned her head to face him and smiled.
"To think I've been fighting that all this time . . . my god, it was wonderful."
Vern chuckled throatily and pulled her into his arms, holding himself against her side.
"There's plenty more where that came from, baby."
Leona closed her eyes and nuzzled closer to him.
"Mmm ... I know . . . I've been reading the books ..."
Vern didn't say anything for a few moments. He had gained a lot of ground with Leona in the past hour, and he didn't want to turn the tide; yet he couldn't resist planting the seed in her mind.
"Marty and Sheila want us to swap with them. If you're really interested in learning the whole route, they're the ones to show you the way."
Leona turned slightly in his arms so she could look at him.
"Do you want to?"
Vern shrugged and smiled.
"Sure, I think it would be great, but I'd only do it if you wanted to give it a try, too."
Leona nodded slowly.
"Give me a little while; it's all pretty new to me yet."
Vern grinned broadly.
"Sure, honey, all the time you want."
Chapter Four
Marty lifted his glass and drained it as Ray leaned across the table and lowered his voice.
"But it has to be understood that this is just a trial deal-one night with no obligations either way."
Marty set his empty glass down and smiled.
"Hell, it would have to be that way anyhow. Who knows, maybe Sheila and I won't dig making it with you and Lola. I strongly doubt that that will be the case, but you never know."
Ray nodded slowly and sat back.
"Okay, we'll expect you over about eight tonight."
Leona found herself humming as she finished up her housecleaning; and when she realized it, she smiled and sat down.
She couldn't remember when she'd been this happy. All the frustration and emotional strain seemed to have been wiped out by the hot session the night before. It was good to feel that she had found her place in life again.
She leaned forward and pulled a cigarette out of the pack on the coffee table and lit it up; then she exhaled slowly and settled back into the chair.
She had been entertaining Vern's suggestion of swapping partners most of the day. The idea of having sexual relations with another man appealed to her now; she seemed to have almost completely reversed her outlook since the night before. It surprised her a little, but she was ready and willing to keep an open mind when it came to sex, after the very satisfying session with Vern, and she wasn't about to let any inhibitions get in her way, not after coming this far.
Swapping with Sheila and Marty had its good points. Firstly, she would be able to get all the experience she needed to satisfy Vern; and secondly, she would know that he wasn't out chasing some strange piece because she'd be with him when he was getting his kicks. As a matter of fact, she'd be getting her own fair share.
The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea, and she reached forward to crush her cigarette out in the ashtray, then got up and moved across to the phone. She hesitated for just a second, reevaluating her thoughts; then she dialed Sheila's number.
Marty had no appointments for the afternoon, and he was eager to tell Sheila the good news about Ray and Lola agreeing to swap; so instead of going back to the office, he headed home early.
He found Sheila reading a magazine in the living room. She looked up as he came in, smiling broadly.
"No wonder I couldn't get hold of you at the office."
Marty grinned and crossed over to the bar. "I've got some good news." He glanced over at her. "You want a drink?"
Sheila nodded and leaned back as he fixed them and carried them across to the couch where she was sitting. Marty handed her a glass, then sat down beside her.
"Ray and I had lunch together again today, and guess what he and Lola are ready and raring to do; we go over at eight tonight."
Sheila broke out in laughter, and a puzzled expression formed on Marty's face.
"What's so funny?"
Sheila shook her head slowly, taking a second to get her laughter under control before she spoke.
"Nothing, except that we're supposed to go over to Vern and Leona's tonight because they're ready for it, too."
Marty shook his head and leaned back.
"Oh, Christ, that's just great. Who do we back out on?"
Sheila shrugged.
"It better not be Vern and Leona; they're ripe for the plucking." Marty frowned.
"So are Ray and Lola . . . and I'm afraid that a delay might make them change their minds. Damn it, why couldn't they have held off for another day?"
Sheila raised her hand, cutting him off.
"Hold it a second; why do we have to stand up either of them?"
Marty looked up at her.
"I don't follow you."
Sheila beamed triumphantly.
"It's easy; all six of us get together."
Marty paused for a second, rolling it over in his mind.
"Hey, you know, it might just work. We'll probably have to do a little talking, but they might go for it. We could all go over to Vern's; that way we could use the pool and really have a ball."
Sheila felt a wild trembling sensation move through her at the thought.
"God, that would be wild; phone Ray and see what he says."
Marty glanced at his watch.
"He won't be home yet. I know he doesn't like to talk swapping over the phone."
She stood up, cutting him off.
"That's okay; I'll call Lola. If she and Ray have agreed to swapping, I'm pretty sure that I can get her to go for the idea of making it a sixsome."
Chapter Five
Vern smiled as he closed the door behind him and took in Leona slowly with his eyes. She was dressed in a form fitting pair of shorts and a brief halter, and he couldn't remember when he'd ever seen her so happy and vibrant.
He set his briefcase down and placed his hands on his hips.
"Okay, spit it out; you look like you just inherited a million bucks."
Leona moved across to him and reached up, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth down onto hers. She sank her tongue between his teeth, and Vern felt his cock twinge with lust as she melted against him. After a few seconds, he was completely taken up in the kiss, and his hands began to roam over her firm ass underneath the tightly stretched fabric of her shorts.
Leona sensed that he was getting too hot to handle, and although it gave her a wild surge of pleasure to know she could fire him up to this extent, she broke the embrace and stepped back from him.
"Before you go too far, I think I should tell you about tonight."
Vern had one thought on his mind, and that was tail, but the smirk on her face stopped him from raping her on the spot.
"Okay, what happens tonight?"
Leona shivered slightly just at the thought of telling him.
"We're going to swap with Marty and Sheila; they're coming over tonight at eight." Vern grinned broadly. "You mean it?"
Leona nodded slowly, pleased at his reaction. "What's more, Ray and Lola are going to join us."
Vern brushed away a feeling of surprise as he crossed over and swept her up into his arms. "Christ, baby, this is going to be wild!"
Ray pulled up the zipper on the back of Lola's skintight minidress and stepped back.
"I don't know, honey; it's just that I never figured on all six of us making it. I guess it's a little surprising, that's all. I don't want to be a wet blanket, but I don't know how well it will work out."
Lola spun around to face him, smiling. "What difference does it make? It just makes it all the better as a trial experiment; two couples to choose from should give us a broader idea of what it's all like. Besides, it will be kind of nice not to be the only ones who are doing it for the first time."
Ray shrugged and slipped his sports jacket on.
"Maybe you're right. We'll soon see one way or the other."
Vern met Ray and Lola at the door. He flashed them a broad grin and waved them inside.
"Go on out onto the patio; Leona is out there with Marty and Sheila, and they're already one drink ahead of you. You might as well change into your suits first; I was just going to get into mine, and the others are already in theirs. You can use the guest bedroom."
Lola followed Ray down the hallway and into the small bedroom. They changed quickly, and Vern was waiting for them in the hallway.
Lola found her eyes dropping instantly to the crotch of Vern's form-fitting knit trunks, and she flushed slightly at the manly protrusion outlined there.
Vern caught her look and grinned.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, honey; if you think I'm not eating up that beautiful, bikini-clad body of yours with my eyes, you're crazy."
Ray found the open exchange of looks between them a little unnerving; he'd never stood by and watched Lola and another man openly studying each other's body. He cleared his throat and nodded toward the patio area.
"Let's get outside; I'm looking forward to a drink and a swim."
Vern led the way, and the three of them went through the sliding glass doors that led to the patio and pool area.
Sheila, Marty and Leona were sitting together in a circle on some of the comfortable lounges, sipping drinks. They looked up as the others approached, and suddenly Ray forgot the way he'd felt about having Lola and Vern exchanging blunt appraisals of each other. Sheila's massive, lush form was poured into a one-piece suit that left nothing to the imagination, and Leona wore a brief white bikini that seemed to add to her innocent appearance while it openly offered her well-turned charms to study. The sight of them left Ray with a steadily increasing pulse rate and a semi-erect cock, that was clearly visible through the material of his form-fitting trunks.
Marty had done Vern one better. His trunks were knit, too, but they were the briefest pair Lola had ever seen. The black monokini clung to his crotch like a second skin, and gave the appearance that his cock and balls were almost bursting free.
Leona was on her feet now, moving across to fix drinks for the newcomers, and Ray's eyes followed her, resting on the enticing movement of her ass as the firm cheeks rubbed together under the thin material of her bikini bottom.
Vern didn't miss the looks going around. He knew they were all ready, but he wanted to get a couple of drinks into everyone before things got going. He helped Leona pass them around; then he flicked off all the lights on the patio with the exception of those shimmering under the surface of the pool.
Marty lifted his glass.
"A toast ... to a wild night, and many more."
Glasses flashed in the near-darkness. There was some light conversation, and another round of drinks; then Marty stood up and moved out into the center of the circle they had formed with their lounges.
"Okay, since this is the first time for the rest of you, Sheila and I figured it would only be fair for us to break the ice."
He looked over at Sheila, and she stood up and joined him. Her eyes moved around to the others, and she smiled.
"I'm going to take on one of the men; flip a coin and see who it's going to be."
Marty supplied the coin, and Ray took it in his hand and flipped it, calling heads as it rose in the air. It came down tails, and all eyes turned to Vern. He flushed slightly as he stood up, but Sheila had no intention of letting his nervousness spoil the night. She calmly walked across to where he was standing and shoved her hands under the waistband of his trunks, then hauled them down, going to her knees in front of him as she stripped them away.
Vern let out a gasp, and his cock snapped free of the trunks and thudded against the mat of thick hair on his belly. He was fully aroused and ready for Sheila.
Sheila moaned softly.
"Mmmm . . . what a hunk of meat ..."
Her eyes were glued to the stiff, throbbing cock. Her hand moved out swiftly, eagerly finding and cradling the huge, hot sac dangling proudly between Vern's slightly spread thighs. Little whimpers of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she openly squeezed and massaged his nuts, enjoying the feel of them.
The others watched as if hypnotized as her other hand moved up to encircle Vern's thick shaft; then it began slowly to stroke back and forth. Sheila was enjoying her part completely, and she leaned forward slightly so that she could rub her cunt against one of Vern's hairy legs as she worked on him.
Without further preliminaries, she opened her mouth and moved her head forward, letting her lips encircle Vern's huge, throbbing knob. She shuddered with pleasure as her tongue moved against the tip . . . . . . lapping . . . . . . polishing . . .
A droplet of shimmering moisture appeared in the thick slit in its end, and she tasted it. The action sent a wild jolt of desire through Sheila, and she was more than ready to give the others a show that would push aside any inhibitions that remained.
Vern began to moan huskily, and he leaned back against the lounge behind him for support. His hands moved to Sheila's head and began to guide it, showing her the motions he wanted, and when he had it held firmly in his grasp, he pistoned his hips forward, driving a full five inches of massive prick into her mouth.
Sheila took it happily, gleefully, gurgling with unmistakable delight as she began to suck Vern's big cock. She let the stops out, working feverishly on his balls as she sucked greedily on his big tool.
Vern was lost in the pleasure she was giving him. He didn't give a damn who was watching; he was having too damn much fun. He groaned with delight and began to push his hips back and forth, letting her suck his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, and Sheila was obviously fully enjoying herself, giving him what he wanted, letting him use the hot orifice formed by her sensuous, sucking mouth.
Nothing could have pleased Vern more than this experienced blow job. In a matter of minutes, he gave a husky moan, and his cock jerked deep inside Sheila's mouth.
Sheila was a little disappointed with the swiftness of his ejaculation, but she let out a muffled cry of pleasure and shoved her head forward, sucking even more of the massive shaft into her mouth. She was instantly rewarded with a spurting gush of thick, molten semen . . . . . . then another . . . . . . and another . . . . . . she swallowed once . . . . . . twice . . . . . . again and again, blissfully savoring every spurting wad.
Sheila drained him of every last drop; then she leaned back on her haunches and looked over at Marty.
"Okay, honey, have the girls flip a coin." Marty passed the coin to Lola. "Go ahead, baby, call it."
Lola hesitated briefly, a little self-conscious, but the act performed by Vern and Sheila had left her panting for action, and she tossed the coin up.
"Heads."
She missed the coin coming down, but Marty dropped down as it hit the cement and called it out.
"Heads it is; you win, baby."
He moved across to her and reached around to unsnap her bikini top; then he tossed it aside and stripped off the bottom. Lola stood before him, fully revealed and quickly pushing aside the last of her hesitation as her eyes moved over the massive outline of his stiff cock in his brief trunks.
Marty grinned and stepped back slightly.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time, baby."
His eyes roamed over her body, the big, firm mounds with their dark, excited and swollen nipples, and the shimmering, wiry patch of fiery hair covering her enticing cunt. His balls began to burn with desire, and when he spoke, his voice was husky and deep.
"God, baby, you were made to eat."
He stepped up to her, pulling her gently into his arms. He kissed her passionately and moved his hands up to cup her full, firm breasts.
The last particle of hesitancy left in Lola melted in front of the raging flame of lust flooding from Marty's powerful body. She moaned as she felt his tongue slip between her teeth, and she answered his gentle probing, letting her tongue meet his.
Marty moved his right hand from her breast and pushed it between their bodies, crushing her big breasts against his chest. His searching fingers found the open, flowing slit of her hot cunt, and he shoved one inside.
An electric like jolt of pleasure flooded Lola's body, and she quivered with pleasure. Her lush frame shook with uncontrolled lust, and she whimpered with need.
Marty picked her up gently and pushed her back onto one of the lounges; then he pushed his finger back to her hot slit. Lola arched her hips up off the softly padded lounge, sucking his stroking finger even deeper into her tender, burning twat.
"Oh, god . . . good ... so good . . . put it in farther . . . yes . . . like that. . . yes ... oh my god . . . "
Marty wanted one thing and only one thing from Lola. He wanted to eat her. He lifted his mouth from the hollow of her neck and looked down at her quivering frame. Her legs had sprung apart, exposing her hot, hungry slit, and he could smell her musky need as he brought a second finger into play, beginning to finger her vigorously, but oh, so gently.
Beads of lust-induced perspiration broke out on his forehead as he watched her passion-twisted face flailing from side to side on the lounge below him. Lola was lost in the feel of it, a slave to his finger-fucking, whimpering with delight. Her hands moved up around his muscular chest and shoulders, caressing and stroking, then reaching for his head and pulling his mouth back down to hers. Her lips were on fire as she sucked his tongue inside.
The wildly abandoned feel of her kiss spurred Marty on, and he began to finger her hot, oozing pussy rhythmically, driving her wild with the absolute pleasure of the feel of it. Lola began to twist and arch her hips upward to him as the raging flames in her loins cried out for satisfaction.
Marty lifted his lips from hers again and looked down into her passion-glazed eyes. He was oblivious to the others now; nothing mattered but her sensuous, craving body.
"Built to be eaten, baby; a cunt made for sucking."
He bent his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth briefly, sucking and lolling it; then he looked at her again.
"Tell me how badly you want it, baby . . . tell me you want to feel my tongue probing into the delicious well of your broiling cunt..."
He was firing her up with his words, and Lola only too readily gave him the green light.
"Oh, god, yes . . . eat me . . . eat me ..."
Marty moved his mouth to her nipple again and caressed it with his tongue and lips. He paused there, sampling the hot, pulsating bud for only a second; then he raised his lips and began to move his head down over the gentle rise of her belly. He let his tongue dip into the hollow of her navel, savoring the tangy taste of her flesh for an instant; then he moved it downward to the firm, sweet skin of her inner thighs.
His mouth began to climb upward on the inside of Lola's right thigh, leaving a delightfully thrilling path of moist, hot kisses; then he let out a husky groan and drove his tongue into the open, gaping lips of her swollen, flowing box.
Lola's mouth snapped open, and her head drove back into the soft padding of the lounge as she let out a wild shriek of pleasure at the feel of his first deep stab. He had built her need perfectly; she was exquisitely primed, and he lost himself completely in what he was doing for her, determined to give her something she had never had before. He withdrew his tongue after that first exploratory plunge and brought his lips against her swollen outer lips in a firm kiss. He sucked and blew into her sweet cunt gently, and thrilled to the smell and taste of her aroused desire.
Lola groaned and began to whimper impatiently. She reached up to grasp his head, pulling it deeper into her crotch.
Marty worked on her eagerly, tonguing his way around the tender, swollen and throbbing outer lips of her chasm; then he let it plunge again into her hot, honey-filled slit.
He let the thick lance explore and tease, searching for her most tender and sensitive spots, giving her thrills she had never known. Lola let out a shriek of wild pleasure as the tip of his darting tongue excited her hot, inner flesh, teasing her, tasting the hot, flowing juice hungrily, sucking it back. He moved his tongue up until it was flicking hungrily over her stiff, pulsating clitoris, driving her wild.
Lola thundered over the top. She let out a savage shriek of delight and threw her head back. Marty's mouth never left her hot slit. He kept at her tender, burning clitoris, working on it wildly-sucking, chewing until Lola thought she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.
She reached an even higher peak and whimpered with ecstasy, then finally fell back down onto the lounge and lay moaning softly. Marty got up from between her thighs and turned to face the others, grinning broadly.
"Okay, Ray; turn Leona on."
Ray's cock had been aching painfully from just watching the others, and he was hot to trot. He stood up and shoved his trunks off; then he turned to face Leona, his stiff cock throbbing boldly between his thighs, the big knob lurching wildly and swaying proudly before her.
Leona was the last of them to still have any doubts about this whole idea, but she was so aroused from watching the others that she pushed them aside and stretched out on the lounge across from Ray. His eyes were glued to her seductive form for a few seconds; then he dropped downward on top of her and let his lips meet hers.
It was a long, passionate kiss, openly telling of their heated states; and it was far from one-sided. Their lips parted, and Ray's hands moved on Leona frantically, stripping away her bikini bottoms as her fingers opened the clasp of her bra and freed the firm, proud globes of her hard-tipped breasts.
Ray felt her up good, caressing her big tits, teasing the hard tips, palming the gentle curve of her belly and cupping her mound, rubbing the wiry black fleece of her cunt passionately. Leona melted under his touch, pushing aside all thoughts but those of gratification. She pressed her head back against the lounge and held her eyes tightly closed as she began to moan and writhe below him.
"Please . . . hurry . . . hurry ..."
Ray groaned and sank down onto the lounge between her parted thighs. He reached for his burning prick with his right hand and guided the huge, throbbing knob to her open, oozing chasm.
At the touch of it, Leona let out a cry of delight and jackknifed upward toward him.
His big knob drove into her, and she let out a wild cry of delight that sent a shiver of satisfaction up Ray's spine. A split second before he had been a little unsure of himself, despite the desire he felt, but there was no doubting now his ability to please her; he could see the raw, sensual delight etched into Leona's face as he began to cram his cock into her.
Leona was floating in a dream. Her need was so great that nothing else mattered. She wrapped her arms around Ray, grasping his muscular buttocks and pulling him tighter to her. The feel of her accepting him so greedily, the sound of her crying for more gave Ray a surge of confidence. He fell under the wave of confident virility and instantly became like an animal, snorting and sweating like a prize stud bull as he began to hammer his big cock into her twisting form.
In six strokes he had it buried up to the balls in Leona's wildly thrashing form, and the two of them were twisting and grinding together in ecstasy as they built toward the pitch of release. Leona began to rotate her hips in a rhythmic, fucking action, and Ray matched her movements with slow, long strokes of his cock, probing it to the hilt in her hot, encompassing pussy.
They moved in perfect unison, attuned to the wants of the other; and it was quick for both of them. Leona made it first, a shudder of pleasure ripping through her body, and as Ray felt her go, he strove to fill her hungry slit with hot deluges of come. His big knob jerked and spewed forth a long, hot stream of gushing, molten semen.
Their wild moans of ecstasy filled the quiet, early evening air as they ground out a wild movement, emptying each other of their lust.
As they dropped down onto the couch in exhaustion, Marty moved across to them and grinned.
"Christ, I don't think you two needed any ice breaking."
He waited for them to catch their breath and sit up; then he addressed them as a whole.
"It's time to pair up. Leona and I will grab one of the bedrooms; Sheila, you drag Ray off to the other one, and Lola and Vern can use the lounges out here."
Sheila grinned and moved over to the lounge where Ray was sitting. She took his hand and started leading him toward the house.
"C'mon, lover. I want the master bedroom; that king-sized bed of Vern's is just the spot for us."
Marty grinned and looked over at Leona.
"I guess that leaves us the guest room. C'mon, baby, I understand you've got a few hangups that need caring for, and I'm just the boy to fix you up."
Vern watched them go; then he turned to look at Lola.
"I think we could both use a little swim and another drink. You go ahead and get wet; I'll mix us a couple and join you in the pool."
Sheila bounced across the big bedroom and flopped into the center of the bed. She looked up at Ray as he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.
"Lola tells me you need some confidence. I must say, you don't look as though you're lacking any, not from what I saw out there; in fact, I'm looking forward to getting some of the same."
Ray was a little angry at Lola for blabbing to Sheila, but his unhappiness was short-lived. He couldn't stay mad at anyone for long with Sheila spreadeagled on the bed in front of him.
"Christ, what a set of knockers . . . those great big tits . . . what a hunk of woman ..."
His cock began to stiffen, and Sheila let out a happy cry and vaulted off the bed, running across toward him. He hauled her into his arms and bent his head to kiss her.
" Sheila's lush body melted in his arms, giving the kiss an added meaning, and when they parted, they were both breathing heavily. Ray was so hot he was close to coming his rocks. He filled his palms with her full breasts, thrilling to the feel of the fantastic mounds and to the pressure of her stiff nipples.
"God, what a set of tits . . . baby, you're stacked ..."
Sheila chuckled throatily.
"Less talk and more action, lover."
She broke from the embrace and sank slowly to her knees in front of him, then grasped his stiff, throbbing cock firmly in her hands.
"You've got a beautiful joy stick, lover . . . just beautiful ..."
Ray groaned at the feel of her stroking fingers, and Sheila leaned forward to kiss the throbbing head of his cock, then looked up at him.
"This round is all yours, baby; relax and enjoy it."
Ray moved his hands down to her head, slipping his fingers through her long, soft blonde hair. He arched his hips out slightly, bringing his cock close to her mouth. Sheila smiled and opened her lips; then she slowly sucked his cock inside. She gently polished the thick head as she welcomed it; then her hands slipped up the inside of his golden muscular thighs to cup and fondle his dangling nuts as she began to rotate and bob her head slowly. Ray groaned and thrust his hips forward, giving her half of his thick cock, and she took it readily, sucking happily on it.
Marty was a little surprised by Leona's eagerness once they were alone in the bedroom. She was all over him as they twisted and ground together on the bed, their lips locked in a hot embrace. It was good to feel a strange broad working against him again, begging for the feel of his cock, and he was in no hurry to end it.
He ran his hand freely over her, feeling her up and warming the flames licking at her loins. When he had her hot and begging for it, he got up on his knees beside her and grinned as he looked down into her passion-furrowed face.
"You want me to eat it, baby? You want to feel my tongue in there working on you?"
Leona was going to learn; that was her purpose for being there, and she was ready and willing for anything. She let out a soft whimper and reached for his massive stiff cock, squeezing it impatiently.
"Yes . . . god, yes ... do it ... "
Marty reached down and pushed her firm thighs farther apart; then he bent over her and covered her hot slit with his mouth. He kissed it, caressed it with his tongue, then searched out her stiff little nubbin and worked on it slowly-polishing, nibbling, priming her until she was a mass of whimpering, sweat-covered flesh.
He kept working at her until she was close to reaching her climax; then he lifted his mouth from her delicious, oozing pussy and looked down at her. Leona was on fire with need; she rolled and twisted in frustration as he spoke.
"Now's the time to pay the piper, baby. If you want me to finish tongue-fucking you, you're going to have to return the favor."
Leona was past the point of rationalizing. She had been so close that frustration was setting in. She knew she would die without the blissful stabbing of his hungry tongue.
"Please . . . don't stop ... god, I'm so close . . . please ..."
He made no move to return his mouth to her juicy cunt.
"Tell me you want to do it to me at the same time; that's the only way you're going to get it, baby."
Leona would've done anything to have his tongue return to her burning cunt. She had to have him now; she could no more refuse him than she could stop breathing.
Marty grinned and leaned forward, covering her hot cunt with his mouth, then began to suck and blow into it passionately while his tongue lashed against her stiff, throbbing clitoris. As he began to work on her again, he shifted his legs upward and straddled her, then adjusted his position so that his big cock was only inches away from her mouth.
The soft stream of light given off by the single overhead light made the pearl shaped droplet of moisture that had formed in the slit at the end of his stiff cock glisten as his prick throbbed proudly in front of her, and when Leona opened her eyes and saw it, she was no longer hesitant to give him what he wanted. She let out a whimper of desire, then reached upward with her hands to grasp his muscular buttocks and pull them down to her.
Marty drove his tongue deeply into her as her hot palms cupped him. He let out a muffled groan of victory, then thrust his hips downward to her, shoving the throbbing head of his thick prick into her waiting mouth. The feel of the thick, throbbing, living flesh in her mouth thrilled her beyond belief. It was so new, so different. Her body shook as her tongue moved, and she began to polish the smooth, hard surface of the pulsating head.
Lola was a little more inhibited, now that she and Vern were alone. She had slipped back into her bikini before diving into the pool, and Vern had watched her with an amused grin. He could understand her feeling; it was one thing for the six of them to run around bareassed; but now that there were just two of them, he was a little uneasy about it, too.
He carried their drinks over to the edge of the pool and set them down; then he slipped his trunks back on and dove in. Lola surfaced at the other end of the pool, and he called her over, holding up the two glasses. She swam over to him, using slow, lazy strokes, obviously enjoying the water; then they clinked glasses and drained them. They swam then, chasing each other around in the water, becoming more relaxed about being together and letting the alcohol warm them.
Finally Lola pulled herself up the ladder at the shallow end of the pool and stretched out on one of the big double lounges. She flushed a little as she watched him swim toward her, knowing that he would join her, and feeling the first trace of excitement at the knowledge of what would follow.
She was over her uneasiness now. She knew that in the house the others were probably already in action, and the thought served to make her even more eager to have Vern join her.
She didn't have long to wait. He moved directly across to the big lounge and stretched out beside her. Lola couldn't keep from studying him with her eyes, letting them move over the muscular, deeply bronzed flesh. The sight of him aroused her even more, and she rolled over onto her side, arching her body forward slightly, knowing full well that her tight bikini left little to the imagination. As Vein's eyes moved over her, she slipped her hand out and ran it over his chest.
"You feel as good as you look."
Vern felt a stab of desire as her hand trailed down over him. His cock quivered and began to grow against the taut material of his trunks, and Lola looked directly at the tent as it formed.
The sight of it ready for her pushed aside any hesitation Lola had left. She let out a soft moan, then moved her hand over to it, covering it, rubbing her palm back and forth over it.
Vern let out a husky groan and lifted his ass up off the lounge slightly, increasing the pressure. The feel of his stiff rod so close and yet so far was too much for Lola. She slipped her fingers under the top of his tight trunks and hauled them down to his knees in one swift motion.
Vern's stiff cock surged upward from the confines of the restricting material and slapped against his belly. He groaned, and his hands moved to her, reaching around to unfasten the top of her bikini as she stripped the trunks the rest of the way off him. Lola grasped his cock and began stroking and caressing the hard, pulsing organ, and Vern reached up to cup the big, hard-tipped hillocks of her breasts in his palms. Lola let out a wild moan and rolled over on top of him. Her lips found his, and his tongue broke through her teeth and searched for hers.
His hands moved frantically on her, stripping away her bottoms. He filled his palms with the warm flesh of her buttocks, letting his fingers explore the dimpled globes, squeezing, kneading, caressing. Lola began to move on him, her hips rotating. He thrilled to the feel of her open, oozing cuntlips rubbing back and forth against his throbbing cock.
The feel of that big, thick tool excited Lola feverishly. She reached between them, slipping her hand down over his belly to grasp his thick, burning cock. She squeezed and fondled it for a few seconds, then pushed it down so it slipped between her long, silky thighs.
Vern rolled her over onto her back and pinned her there; then he began to dry-fuck her slowly, leisurely, loving the feel of her thighs clamped around his swollen, throbbing prick.
He lifted himself slightly so he could move one hand down and shove a finger between her moist, open cuntlips and begin to finger her slowly. Lola's hips shot up off the lounge to greet his exploring hand, and a groan of pleasure escaped from her gaping mouth. She reached down and pulled his cock free from the viselike grip of her thighs and began to work the thick hunk of meat with her fingers.
"God . . . do it . . . fuck me . . . hurry ..."
Vern settled between her wildly spread thighs and slipped his hands under her bouncing buttocks. Lola's fingers were guiding him feverishly as he thrust his hips downward to her slowly, pushing the thick knob of his cock into her hot slit. He gave her a few short strokes to stretch the tight opening; then Lola arched her back and drove herself up to meet him.
Vern let out a husky groan and gave her everything he had.
Sheila was getting Ray's thick cock up to the balls on every stroke. Ray had never experienced anything quite like it before. He'd been blown, but never like this; her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner sucking the life out of his cock. He tried to hold himself back and stretch out the pure bliss of it, but he couldn't.
His hips shot forth as he felt the first stab of ecstasy slam his balls, and Sheila sensed he was coming and sucked his hot tool deep into her throat. Ray let out a deep moan of pleasure as the throbbing knob of his prick jerked and released the first stream of hot, creamy come spurting down her throat. Sheila's senses reeled under the wonder of it as she took gush after gush of the sweet elixir, savoring it, demanding more.
Ray's body shook with pleasure as he rested his hands on her shoulders for support and let her finish him, sucking every last drop from his quivering cock.
Marty gave Leona time to get used to feeling the thick, throbbing knob of his cock in her mouth before he gave her too much more. He worked on her cunt with his mouth-sucking, nibbling, driving her wild; then finally he felt she was ready, and he shuddered with delight as he hammered his hips downward to her, driving the big, pulsating prick almost completely into her clutching, hungry mouth.
He held it there deeply imbedded for a few seconds, savoring the feel of it and causing Leona to damn near choke, but she wasn't fighting it; it was too damn good. She thrilled to the feel of the massive tool, thrashing at the knob with her tongue, sucking on it.
Marty let her get the taste and feel of it for a few seconds; then he began to raise and lower his hips slowly, stroking the thick cock back and forth between her lips, his big, hairy sac and its tender, aching cargo resting against her face on each deep, inward stroke.
Leona no longer considered the act as one of giving alone. The feel of his big prick in her mouth was giving her as much pleasure as it was him. She couldn't get enough of it. Her darting tongue was in steady motion, polishing and caressing the tip, surging in and out of the big, oozing slit in its knob, and the feel of her obvious acceptance drove Marty wild with lust.
He repaid her with steadily longer strokes of his tongue, eating his way deeper and deeper into the depths of her sweet pussy, lapping up the oozing, creamy juices that now flowed in torrents, savoring the tangy taste of her hot cunt juice.
Leona was burning with ecstatic pleasure. The size of his cock, the feel of it throbbing with powerful life, slipping smoothly in and out of her mouth, the big knob pulsating against her throat, twitching as she probed into the big slit, drove her upward to release at a frantic pace. She strove wildly to prolong it.
Vern couldn't hold himself back now; they had spent too much time in working each other up. He made no attempt to slow the pace, and Lola eagerly answered his hammering thrusts with humping, rotating motions of her own, complementing each savage thrust of his big prick.
It built in them wildly, frantically pushing them both upward to heights they'd never dreamed of. Soft little moans of pure delight flooded Vern's ears, and he grunted huskily, then suddenly gave vent to the delicious, aching pressure tingling through his tender nuts.
He ground his big tool deeper into her than he'd ever gone before, and released a stream of spurting come into her twisting body below. Lola went wild when she felt the first gush of thick, creamy fluid, and she made it with him, smashing ecstatically into pure sensual bliss.
Ray stretched lazily in the center of the big bed and smiled.
"Christ, I've never felt anything like that. When you give a blow job, it's like blowing my stones twice."
Sheila smiled proudly and leaned over him, kissing the length of his reawakening cock. It quivered slightly, and Ray moaned and sat up, grasping her and pushing her down onto her back.
He bent his head to kiss her, and at the same time, he let his right hand slide up the inside of her thigh to cup her hot mound. He began to rub and knead the eager slit gently as his tongue surged deep into her mouth.
Ray knew what he had to do now. He had to prove to himself and to Sheila that he could bring her body alive sexually. He had no lack of confidence; he was more sure of himself at this moment than he had been in years, and he was wildly looking forward to giving Sheila the time of her life.
He made the kiss last, savoring the feel of her beginning to hunger for more as he stroked her cunt. She began to whimper and lift herself up to him rhythmically, begging for more. Ray gave it to her, slipping one finger between the open, flowing lips of her oozing slit. Slowly, inch by inch, her hot cunt swallowed his finger, and when he had it fully embedded in the molten chasm, he began to explore her tender flesh, thrilling it, teasing it, and finger-fucking her slowly.
Marty worked Leona's cunt expertly with his mouth, and try as she might to preserve the wild, wonderful sensations that filled her, she couldn't hold back any longer.
The exquisite explosion of her release slammed through her lush, perspiration-soaked body, and as she shot into sensual oblivions, she sucked frantically on the thick tool deeply embedded in her mouth. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hot come spurt forth into her mouth.
She began to rotate her head as Marty stroked his thick organ back and forth between her sensuous lips. He wanted her to come down a little, so she could really get the feel of his hot come as he gave it to her, and he thrilled to the feel of her working on him as she kneaded and cupped his heavy balls. Finally he couldn't keep the floodgates shut. He let her have it, groaning huskily as he drove his cock downward, hammering it into her up to the hilt; then Leona thrilled to the feel of the huge knob jerking in her mouth.
She gasped for breath as a gushing stream of thick, creamy semen spurted into her. It seemed endless. It kept coming and coming as she swallowed frantically, moaning with satisfaction as her own crisis seemed to double in strength. It lasted a long time, and she would have liked it to last forever.
Vern moved up onto his knees on the couch beside Lola. He took his thick, stiff cock in his hand and stroked it lovingly as his eyes rested on hers.
"Suck it for me, baby; god, how I love a blow job."
Lola looked at the big, powerful rod only inches away from her, and she couldn't resist. She shifted around and moved her hands around his waist, then palmed his muscular buttocks and pulled him toward her.
Vern closed his eyes and let out a deep moan as she opened her mouth and sucked his stiff cock inside.
"Go, baby, suck it."
Lola cradled the thick knob in her lips for a second, then sucked the big rod deep inside. Vern felt his legs go rubbery.
"Oh, god, baby . . . that feels good ..."
Lola pushed him down onto his back and moved over him, thrilling to the feel of the thick, gnarled, powerfully cocked and throbbing shaft as she sucked it in and out.
Vern began to groan and gasp for breath as he gave himself completely to her. His senses reeled under the tingling warmth that began to fill his dangling balls.
Ray rolled back onto his haunches slightly as he moved, getting more comfortable between Sheila's spread thighs. Her eyes settled on his big cock and the sight of his thick, purplish knob and the swollen, blood-filled shaft filled her with a need that became paramount.
Ray continued to finger her slowly as he reached for one of her big tits with his free hand and began to rub his palm in small circles over it. Sheila arched herself upward. Lust-fired blood poured into her teased buds as he shifted his pressing palm to the other massive orb and began to turn and twist the vermillion tip between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the sight of her breasts as they filled to their spongy erectness.
It made Ray feel good to watch her reacting to him, and he shifted his mouth to find her unattended nipple, and Sheila let out a soft whimper and raised her hips off the bed, again sucking his finger deep inside her hot cunt.
As her oozing twat lifted upward, the top of her mound brushed across Ray's hard, pulsating cock, and Sheila gave a guttural moan. She whimpered and pressed against its stiff base, welcoming the feel of the hot flesh against her stiff little bud of need.
"Oh, god . . . I'm burning up . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ..."
Having her beg added to Ray's confidence, and he wanted to hear more of it. He raised his mouth from her tingling nipple and moved it to her lips, and she felt the warm, moist length of his tongue surge between her teeth; then the tip flicked to touch and caress the inner sides of her lips. He pulled his slippery finger free of her pussy and raised himself slightly, letting the thick, throbbing knob of his cock press between her open, tortured cuntlips.
Then his stiff cock began to move back and forth between the swollen, tingling lips, driving deeper and deeper into the tight chasm and pressing against her rock-hard, pulsating clitoris. Sheila groaned and arched herself upward.
"Hard . . . god ... do it hard . . . fuck me hard ..."
Marty gave Leona a few minutes to catch her breath; then he rolled over on top of her and spread her thighs with his knees. He reached down for his stiff, throbbing prick and settled the big knob between her juicy cuntlips; then he drove the big rod into her with three vicious strokes.
Leona's mind snapped, and she went into motion. Her hips went wild . . . . . . bouncing . . . . . . rotating . . . . . . lurching . . . . . . taking his massive prick from every possible angle. He let out an incoherent groan and moved his hands under her bouncing ass, cradling the hot cheeks in his palms; then he drove down at her again. This time he gave it everything he had, bringing his heavy balls slapping against the hot, soft flesh beneath, and the touch of her flesh against his sac sent a charging surge of animal delight up his spine. His body quivered wildly.
Leona began to buck wildly against him.
"Oh, god, that's so good, lover... so good ..."
Beads of sweat glistened brightly on his forehead, and he knew now that he was giving her pleasure. He could see it, smell it, almost taste it.
Lola wanted this so badly it shocked her. She had sucked Ray off many times, but it had never been like this. The very fact that it wasn't Ray's cock in her mouth seemed to make it better, and she wanted desperately to make it so good for him that he would fill her with the hot spurts of his release.
She worked on him slowly, enjoying herself fully, experimenting with his thick, throbbing prick, catching the thick organ on the ridge just below the base of its throbbing head with her teeth, and beginning to polish the big knob slowly. The action sent a wave of exquisite delight cascading through Vern, and his big cock seemed to grow even larger under the ministrations of her tongue, jerking and quivering with the pleasure she brought it.
His hips went into action as he began to fuck her sucking lips as though they were a tight, almost virgin like cunt, and she welcomed the reaction, letting the knob slip free of her teeth so he could begin to force it in and out of her hot chasm.
Ray dug his fingers into the resilient flesh of Sheila's bouncing ass and hauled her up to him, driving his cock fully into her well-lubricated box. Sheila thought he would tear the flesh.
She cried out in pure ecstasy. He was giving her the whole rod now on each stroke, hammering the bulbous, pulsing knob against the tender bottom of her gaping cunt. The feel of it left her breathless; she arched upward, wanting more. The enthralling touch of Ray's heavy balls slapping against the damp, glistening flesh just below her churning pussy added to her pleasure, and she began to quiver uncontrollably.
Leona's buttocks lashed up off the bed, and she gasped with pleasure as the first jolting shudder of release ripped through her. It was all Marty was waiting for. He drove his cock fully into her and let out a husky moan of pleasure as his huge knob jerked and a gushing stream of burning, spurting come erupted, filling her hot, convulsing cunt to the brim.
Again and again he drove into her until her milking cunt had drained him of his lust.
Vern was a complete prisoner to the wonders of Lola's hungry, sucking mouth. He couldn't get enough of it, fucking her from all angles, twisting his hips and thrusting wildly into the hot, sucking chasm. His hands were on the sides of her head, directing her motions now as he felt the end approaching and sped up the steady thrusts of his hips.
His balls quivered wildly, and he felt them begin to tingle with the first sign of release. He groaned huskily and drove his hips against her; then his body shook wildly as the first gushing stream of thick, creamy semen spurted forth from the end of his massive knob and shot straight down Lola's throat.
Sheila let out an animal groan as she felt Ray's huge cock lurch inside her clutching cunt. Then volley after volley of hot, rich, creamy come gushed into her, flooding her burning hole, giving her the wonder she'd been begging for.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth fell open. She let out a long, low-pitched cry of pure animal pleasure, and her body thrashed wildly against his spurting cock. The tight, aching muscles of her cunt milked his spewing shaft until it was dry, demanding all the hot semen he could deliver; then finally she dropped down onto the bed and panted wildly, trying to regain her breath.
Marty sucked back a lungful of smoke and sat up, glancing at his watch.
"Jesus, we've been going at it for hours."
He looked over at Leona and grinned.
"I don't like to be a killjoy, but I'm afraid all of us have to work in the morning. We'd better call it quits for tonight."
Leona smiled at him and stretched lazily.
"Mmmm ... I don't think I could do it again if I tried anyway . . . not until I have a rest."
Marty chuckled throatily and took a step toward her.
"You want to bet, baby?"
Leona rolled away from him, landing on her feet on the other side of the bed.
"No way . . . I'm quite sure you could have me begging for it again, but you're right; we'd better round up the others and call it a night."
Marty nodded and reached out to take her hand; then he led her out of the bedroom and down the hall.
Chapter Six
Vern dried himself, then ran a brush through his thick brown crew cut and pulled open the door between the bathroom and the bedroom. Leona was in bed, waiting for him, propped up against pillows and reading one of the books Sheila had provided for her. Vern grinned as he dropped down onto the edge of the bed beside her and pulled back the covers to slip in beside her.
"Well, what do you think about variety in lovemaking now?"
Leona chuckled and closed the book as she looked over at him.
"I guess I was pretty puritanical, wasn't I?" Her smile faded as she dropped the book onto the bedside table to her left and looked back at him.
"Seriously, it was fabulous. I've never experienced anything like it before; it was so powerful that it frightens me a little."
Vern rolled over onto his side to face her as she pushed the pillows down and snuggled near to him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey; there's nothing to be frightened about. It was fabulous, and having you see it my way means a hell of a lot to me."
He stroked his hand along her side, bringing it up to cup one of her full breasts. He fondled it gently for a second while his eyes met hers.
"You feel up to getting a little from the old man?"
She closed her eyes and smiled. "Mmm ... do I!"
He bent his head and let his lips capture the mate to the nipple that pulsed firmly against his palm, and his tongue moved back and forth over it slowly as he began to suck gently. The evening of sexual release had left Leona hot for more, and she moaned softly as she thrilled to the feel of his muscular body pressed tightly against hers. Her body began to tremble just from the touch of his fiery, unhooded cock throbbing hotly against her thigh.
Lola's body was still tingling with excitement from the blissful sensations it had thrilled to during the evening. She lay on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling.
"It was really wild, wasn't it?"
Ray smiled to himself and turned to face her, pressing his body against hers.
"Yes ... I think both of us got rid of a lot of frustration. I know I did. I don't feel penned in any more; I don't feel that I have to perform. It came naturally, and I really enjoyed it."
Lola nodded, moving her head into the crook of his arm.
"I know what you mean. There were no strings attached; it was just pure fun."
Ray leaned into her, pressing his stiff cock against her hot flesh.
'T want you ..."
Lola's arms slipped up around his muscular torso and pulled him down to her. Their lips met, and their tongues thrashed together passionately. The sessions they had had before had built a strange, wild need in them for each other, and Lola moaned lustily as she dug her fingernails into his back.
Ray groaned huskily, then lifted his lips from hers and knelt between her spread legs. He held himself tightly against her, moving his hands over the length of her lush body. He palmed first one breast, then the other, thrilling to the feel of the nipples as they grew hard and began to pulse with lust-filled blood. His hand slipped down between them, brushing across the wiry hair of her mound, cupping and caressing the open, flowing slit below; then with a groan of deep desire, he lifted his hips and reached for the thick, meaty shaft of his throbbing cock.
Lola whimpered softly and took it from his hand, guiding the massive, pulsing knob between her moist, open cuntlips; then she arched herself upward off the bed and filled her palms with his buttocks, pulling him down to her.
Ray gave forth a husky groan and drove his hips forward, pushing his massive prick into her.
Sheila cuddled in close to Marty, and he slipped his arm around her.
"We sure as hell struck gold with the sixsome idea; I never figured it would go as well as it did."
Sheila nodded her head, brushing her lips across his chest.
"Yes; from what I saw, I fully expect they'll all be ready and raring to go when we get to Ray and Lola's tomorrow night."
"You want to believe it. When I suggest we get together again, they were fighting for a chance to set it up. We'll have to make it a real orgy, no pairing off, just a free-for-all in the living room."
Sheila chuckled huskily.
"God, that sounds wild; I can hardly wait until tomorrow night."
This was something Vern had been working for ever since the day he got married, and he intended to make it good, and to make it last. He fully meant to leave Leona wanting more of the same.
He worked on her slowly, savoring the sponging, throbbing nipple he held between his lips for a long time, tonguing it, sucking on it until she was whimpering with desire and twisting her lush body against the perspiration-dampened bed below; then he lifted his lips and began to kiss his way downward, trailing his hot, damp tongue over her tingling flesh, teasing it, making it quiver in anticipation of what was to come.
When he reached the glistening mat of hair on her mound, he slipped his hand between her thighs and urged them apart gently. Leona wanted it just as badly as he did. She let out a low, guttural moan and spread them for him, and Vern covered her swollen, flowing slit with his mouth.
He began to eat her slowly, taking his time, enjoying the hot, musky smell of her heated loins, savoring it as his tongue and lips worked. He used every trick he knew, building her upward toward readiness, kindling the lust in her body; then he spun around into a sixty-nine position, straddling her. He tongued the stiff bud of her clitoris as he lowered his body downward, and he felt a surge of indescribable pleasure as the molten orifice of her mouth welcomed the tip of his throbbing cock.
Leona knew how important this was for him, and she was determined to make this first time together unforgettable for him. She had made him wait a long time for it, and she was going to make it worth the wait. Her hands moved to his hips, holding him there for a second as she brought her hands into play against his big, thick knob, polishing the dark, heart-shaped head; then she moved her hands and let him shove his hips downward to bring the pulsing knob deep into her mouth. Vern rocked with pleasure at the feel of it. He groaned deeply and began to move his hips in a slow, rhythmic fucking motion as Leona gave him what he wanted, working on him with her tongue.
Ray felt none of the hesitancy or uncertainty that had plagued his lovemaking with Lola for months. It was different now; he was sure of his ability from the wild session during the night, and he knew he could fuck her and make her love it.
He worked his cock into her slowly, savoring the feel of her cunt.
Chapter Seven
There was none of the shyness of their first meeting when the six of them got together at Ray and Lola's the second night. Marty took charge of the festivities immediately, assisting in arranging for drinks all around; then he moved into the middle of the room and lifted his glass in a toast.
"Tonight we're really going to let go, no twosomes in the bedrooms. Whatever you do, you do it right in front of the rest of us, so we can all get a kick from it. Let's toss this first drink down fast, and as you work on the second, I'll outline a little game Sheila and I played a while back. I think you're all going to enjoy it."
He moved his glass to his lips and polished it off, then grinned as he looked around at the others, waiting for them to finish. As soon as they had, he nodded toward Lola.
"Fill them up again, honey; Sheila will give you a hand while I explain the way the game works."
He paused until Sheila and Lola had all the glasses collected; then he looked over at the others.
"It's called mailman. It's simple, really. I'm going to give you all a piece of paper and a pen. You're supposed to write down something sexual that you want to do with someone, or everyone. You can use as many of the people as you want. For example you could want to suck one guy off while another screwed you-whatever your little heart desires. When you're finished writing it, fold your papers and I'll collect them. Then we'll pull one at a time out of a bowl and do whatever it says. For the first round, we'll just let the guys put in letters; then after they're through, the girls can do it. Remember, don't be bashful; let's really get the ball rolling right off the bat."
He quickly handed out paper and pencils just as Sheila and Lola were giving out the second round of drinks. The room dropped into a hushed silence as pens began to move on paper, some hesitantly, some with determination.
Marty finished his and folded it up; then he put it in the deep bowl he'd provided earlier and moved around the room, taking one each from Ray and Vern. He shook them up, then lifted the bowl up above his eye level and carried it over to Lola.
"You're the hostess, baby; you pull the first one out."
Lola reached in and pulled out a slip of paper. She unfolded it and flushed slightly, then handed it to Marty.
"I'll let you read it."
He grinned as he took it from her.
"What's wrong, baby, bashful?" He looked down at the sheet of paper, and his grin widened. "It's Vern's."
The others turned to look at Vern briefly, and he smiled; then everyone's attention centered on Marty as he began to read.
"I want to fuck Sheila's tits while she sucks me off."
Marty looked over at Sheila and smiled.
"Okay, baby, you and Vern have the floor; give us a good show."
Sheila reached around to the back of her dress and unhooked it at the top; then she turned and Marty pulled the zipper down for her. Vern stood up and undid his shirt and peeled it off as Sheila shrugged her dress off and kicked her shoes aside. She stood waiting for Vern, clad in her panties and bra as he took his shoes and socks off, then stripped his pants off his legs and hung them over a chair. He moved forward to her; then, slipping his hands around her, his lips found hers. He began to massage the cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers moving in small circles, probing her firm flesh through the thin, sheer material of her bikini.
Sheila began to moan as her fingers played over his chest and fought their way between their bodies until she clutched the massive bulge in his Jockey shorts. She began to caress him lovingly, and his hands moved up to the waistband of her bikini panties and slipped under to caress her resilient flesh. Then, as their lips parted, he hooked his thumbs in them and pushed them down to her knees.
Sheila's eyes were glued to the huge bulge in his underwear as he stepped back from her, and Vern smiled and stuck his thumbs under the waistband. He pulled them down and out over his swollen cock, and as it popped free, Sheila's passion-glazed, deep blue eyes grew larger and she let out a deep moan. Vern stepped out of the tight shorts quickly and pulled her into his arms.
The feel of her hot flesh against his body sent jolts of passion surging through him, and his hands moved down to cup her buttocks again as she started to twist and grind her lower body against his throbbing cock.
Vern moved his hands up and undid the clasp of her bra; then he stepped back slightly and pulled it off, peeling the big cups from her full, hard-tipped mounds. His eyes were glued to the huge, proud globes for a second as they bounced enticingly; then he reached for her and pulled her down onto the carpet. He dropped on top of her, letting his lips meet hers again; then he ran his hands over her slowly, feeling her up, bringing little moans of delightful passion from between her lips.
He had been wanting to fuck her tits since the first time he'd seen her, and there was no holding him back now. He moved up over her, straddling her chest; then he settled down, sitting lightly on her. He bent his aching, stiff cock downward until it rested in the deep valley between her breasts, and Sheila did the rest, pressing her palms against the side of her huge tits and forcing them over his long, gnarled rod.
Vern groaned blissfully at the feel of the gigantic mounds of flesh grasping him, and he shifted forward far enough so Sheila could suck the knob of his cock into her mouth. He let her hold it there for a second while she worked on it with her tongue and began to suck gently; then he began to move, shifting back and forth. Sheila complemented his movements, moving her tits against his throbbing tool as she sucked and tongued his knob.
The others watched, spellbound, as he worked at her, shoving his cock back and forth between her tits and pushing the thick, bulbous knob deeper and deeper into her mouth. Vern reached for Sheila's head and held it up as he tried to cram more of his prick into her mouth, and at the same time he tried to keep the pressure of her heavenly tits around his cock.
He would have liked to make it last a long time, but because he wanted it so badly, he felt himself reaching his peak quickly. He gave into it, letting himself go, and he let out a deep, animal like groan of pure, raw delight as his big prick erupted and a long stream of hot come shot into Sheila's throat.
It was followed by another and another, and Sheila moaned wildly as she sucked every last drop free from his aching, tingling balls.
It was a powerful, passionate release, and the impact of it was felt by everyone in the room as they watched.
Marty laughed and stood up as Vern pulled his prick free of the blissfully milking O formed by Sheila's mouth.
"Well, that was a pretty good start."
He picked up the bowl again and carried it over to Lola.
"Okay, honey, draw the next one."
Lola didn't even bother opening it up this time; she simply handed it to Marty. Marty opened it and read.
"Ahhh, this one's mine. Now we open up a little. I want to screw Leona's ass while she and Lola sixty-nine each other and Vern ass-screws me."
Leona flushed deeply.
"I . . . I've never had it that way before . . . I-"
Marty cut her off. "No time like the present, baby." Lola began to tingle just at the thought, and she interjected.
"As far as that goes, I've never had a woman go down on me, either, but I'm game."
Marty looked over at Vern.
"How about it, Vern ... do we play the game or not?"
Vern had really enjoyed getting Sheila, and he was ready and raring for more. The idea of going anally in another guy had never really occurred to him, but at this point he wasn't about to throw a monkey wrench into the works.
"Hell, yes, let's get going!"
Marty looked over at Lola.
"Okay, baby, get down on the carpet and let Leona get started on you; as soon as you get going, we'll join in."
Lola moved eagerly, quite obviously anxious to have Leona go down on her. She stood up and stripped her clothes off quickly. Leona hesitated for a second, then, at Vern's urging, got up and began peeling off her own clothes. By the time she had finished stripping, Lola was in the middle of the floor, leaning back on her hands with her legs wildly spread.
Leona looked around at the others hesitantly; then she took a deep breath and got down onto her knees. She couldn't quite just rush into it; she was unable to start. Lola, by this time, was hot as hell for it, and she took over, leaning forward and pulling Leona into her arms. Suddenly Leona was a part of it, want it or not, as Lola's lips were on hers and the stiff tips of Lola's hot nipples were rubbing passionately against the tender tips of her own big mounds.
Leona was hesitant to start solely because it was something new for her, but the instant her senses were aware of the feel and smell of Lola's sensuous body she felt her pulse racing. She threw everything she had into what she was doing, surprising Lola, who was beginning to have second thoughts of her own. Suddenly Leona was the aggressor, her gentle hands moving over Lola's body, stroking her big tits, the slight curve of her belly, the thick mat of fiery red hair covering her cunt. It felt good to Lola, and she gave up any hesitancy, deciding instead to enjoy the feeling that was building in her body.
Leona sensed Lola's readiness, and she let out a husky groan of raw desire, then began to rub herself against Lola, the wiry triangle of her dark cunt hair mingling and brushing against Lola's damp, glistening fleece. Lola's nipples surged instantly into their fully erect state and throbbed hotly against Leona's trembling buds.
The stage was set now for both of them, and there was no turning back. Leona moved her lips to one of Lola's stiff, throbbing nipples. She drew it between her full, sensuous lips and rolled her head slowly from side to side, sucking it lovingly, lolling and tantalizing it.
It was a new and exciting experience for Leona, and as she experimented with her mouth she left Lola burning with need. Leona was completely caught up in it now, lost to it, and she brought her tongue into play on the hot, eraser-hard tip, delightfully surprised by the wild whimper of pleasure it brought forth from Lola.
Lola was suddenly lost in a world of her own. It was far more wonderful than she had anticipated. She could think of nothing but the hot animal need that seemed to be flooding her. Gone was her inbred shock and surprise at feeling her body tingle to the touch of another woman; nothing remained but pure, savage lust.
She arched herself upward off the deep carpet, and her legs spread even wider apart as Leona began to grind her gently curving belly against the hot, open pink lips of Lola's tender, passion-enflamed box.
The others were avidly shouting encouragement now as Leona pressed her firm belly against Lola's elevated mound, thrilling to the touch of the hot, moist cuntlips as they pressed wildly against her with the increased need of Lola's writhing body.
Leona was past trying to understand the right and wrong of what was happening. She was a slave to the feel of the molten, oozing cunt against her flesh. Her body tingled with uncontrollable delight as she nibbled and chewed on Lola's stiff, pulsating nipple. She welcomed it, teasing it, drawing it back and forth between her sensuous lips, sucking it deeper and deeper into the burning, moist chasm of her hungry mouth.
Lola was on fire. It was fabulous, wonderful, indescribably exciting; and now she wanted it all. She threw her head back and whimpered ecstatically.
"Oh, god, god, yes . . . yes ... go down on me . . . eat it. . . eat it... "
There wasn't an ounce of hesitation left in Leona's body at this point. She wanted to progress, too, just as badly as Lola wanted it, but she was also enjoying working Lola up, and she wanted more of this strange new thrill before she went further.
Her mouth shifted, and she began to roll and suck at Lola's other nipple. She stayed with it for a few minutes, bringing it up hard and demanding like its mate before she began to kiss her way downward toward the open, flowing slit that was oozing freely and yawning with desire.
She hesitated for only an instant at her goal before moaning and trailing the tip of her tongue slowly over the moist, open pink outer lips, sampling the hot elixir covering the eager, swollen flesh. Its taste was new and wildly delicious to her, and the feel of that hot, exploring tongue drove Lola wild. She let out a lust-filled cry of bliss and arched herself upward frantically.
"Yes . . . please . . . eat it. . . eat it ... "
Leona let out a wild cry of delight and drove her tongue into the hot slit in a short, exploratory probe, then began to lap hungrily at the delicious little orifice.
Vern's husky voice filled the room.
"Now, honey- sixty-nine her now ..."
Leona reacted almost instantly, spinning around and reaching below Lola's passion-crazed form. She filled her palms with the firm, dimpled flesh of Lola's wildly humping ass; then she rolled over onto her back and pulled Lola over on top of her.
Lola didn't need to be encouraged to complete the union. She burrowed her head between Leona's wildly spread thighs and began to eat her hot, honey-filled slit with a determination that surprised everybody.
It was all Marty had been waiting for. He moved across the short distance separating them and dropped down onto his knees behind Leona's elevated rump; then he reached out and began to fondle her dimpled, quivering cheeks.
Leona half-sensed what was coming, and she let out an uneasy, but passionate moan as Marty parted her hot cheeks. He held them separated with one hand while he moved the other to his mouth and frantically transferred spit to the thick, bulbous head of his big cock; then he guided the huge, unsheathed head to her small anal opening and pressed it forward.
A jolt of pain lashed wildly through Leona, and she jerked involuntarily, causing her teeth to sink into the stiff flesh of Lola's clitoris. Lola let out a muffled shriek of pain mixed with undisguised delight, then drove her tongue deeper than ever before into Leona's succulent slit.
Marty had anticipated the initial pain Leona would experience, but he knew she was ripe for the plucking, and he didn't hold back. He hammered his big tool into the clutching folds of her ass. At first Leona found the pain more than she could take; but then, as the thick ridge at the base of Marty's massive knob surged deeply into her tight hole, her body tingled with exquisite delight at the hard, powerful length stroking the untouched virgin passage.
She gave forth a muffled sob of delight and began to stroke her tongue deep into Lola's cunt, savoring the taste of the honey-filled fountain.
Marty felt her welcoming him, and he stroked in and out of her tight ass a few more times until his stiff tool had expanded the tight orifice enough to take him comfortably; then he looked over at Vern. His eyes shifted restlessly on the enormous, pulsing cock Vern was stroking slowly.
"C'mon, Vern, get up behind me."
Vern still had his doubts, but the big prick in his hand was aching wildly for some place to fuck, and the sight of them working on each other had left him breathlessly wanting to join them.
He dropped down behind Marty on his knees and reached forward to part the muscular cheeks of Marty's firm ass, then lined up his big, throbbing cock with the puckered, exposed hole and drove his hips forward slowly, in a short, exploratory probe.
An uninhibited groan of delight left Marty's clenched teeth, and he thrust back against Vern briefly before lashing his hips forward and completely embedding his cock in the hot, clutching flesh of Leona's ass.
Vern let out a frustrated moan as he felt Marty's ass pull away from him. He'd had a taste of it now, and he wanted more. He shifted forward slightly; then he let out a husky groan and viciously drove his hips forward. His thick, bulbous knob popped through the tight opening of Marty's clenched ass and slid blissfully into the hot, tight, embracing depths of his bowels.
The feel of increased pressure caused by Vern's assault on Marty heightened the intensity of the coupling between Leona and Lola. They were pressed tightly together, and the wonder of Marty's big prick completely embedding itself in Leona's ass doubled the thrill of the act for her; it was almost too much.
She let out a wild, moistly muffled cry of ecstasy and shot over the top. Lola climaxed with her, and they sucked and lapped wildly at each other's oozing slit as they careened through their mutual culmination.
Marty was just getting into the swing of reaming Leona, and he had no intention of letting it stop there. He continued to ram his tool into the delightfully tight slit, and Leona's sensual awareness changed as she came down from her vaginal climax. It was no longer her hot cunt that held her attention; it was the tender flesh of her anus, and that big, beautiful, hard cock so deeply embedded, throbbing, lurching with hot blood, teasing, stroking, fucking wildly.
Instead of coming down, she began to climb higher, and the exquisite delight of this strange, wild sensual thrill filled her to the brim. Marty's big hands held her hips firmly now as he drove the huge slab of hot meat up to the heavy, swinging balls in her delightful backside. He was giving it everything he had, fully lost in the blissfully tight feel of her embracing hole, thrilled by her eager acceptance.
Any thoughts Vern had entertained about hesitance in making it anally with a man were fully dispelled now. There was no denying the tingle of ecstatic pleasure that welled up in him. The feel of Marty's hot, tight ass surrounding his cock was driving him wild.
He began to fuck hard, wildly hammering his big prick deeper and deeper into the tight, embracing sheath. Marty was enjoying it as much as Vern. He began to twist and rotate his ass, slowly complementing the savage fury of Vern's lusty stabs, and returning the favor for Leona as he fucked her anal passage with the same short, powerful stabs.
Vern became a part of it now, his inhibitions gone. He moved one hand down under him to cup Marty's sac, and he stroked and kneaded it as he drove his cock deeply into Marty's ass with each thrust of his hips.
It was so new to Vern and so wildly stimulating that he couldn't hold back the flooding tide of hot semen long no matter how much he wanted to make it last. He felt the fiery stab of impending release course through him, and moaned huskily. His body shook violently, and he drove his cock up to the hilt in Marty's sensuously embracing flesh.
The massive prick jerked wildly, and a spewing flood of thick, creamy semen gushed forth, spurting into Marty's clutching anus and bringing a wild, guttural groan of gratification from Marty's lips.
The feel of hot come flooding him thrilled Marty wildly. He churned his ass, milking Vern's rod with a vengeance. As he did, he gave forth a husky choke and Leona felt the massive knob of his deeply embedded prick jerk and spew forth a veritable deluge of spurting, molten come.
The feel of it pumping into Leona gave her the wildest climax she had ever experienced, and she chewed wildly on Lola's clitoris as she shot over the top again, bringing Lola over with her.
They clung together for a long time before Vern finally pulled his hips back and withdrew his shrinking cock from Marty's ass. Marty followed suit, pulling out of Leona; then the two women parted and collapsed side by side on the rug.
Marty paused for a few seconds to get his breath back; then he stood up and grinned.
"I suggest we have another drink and a shower before we open the next letter; I think we could all use a rest."
Ray raised his hand in protest.
"What about me?"
Marty turned to face him and grinned. "Your letter's next; be patient, buddy. You're the big attraction in the next event." Ray grinned and nodded.
"Okay, a ten-minute break; I'll fix the drinks while the rest of you rest up."
Both showers were busy as Ray poured out another generous round of drinks, and the others quickly prepared themselves for the next event. He had the glasses spread around the comfortably appointed living room by the time they returned. He grinned as they moved into the room.
"Okay, let's not drag this out. Bottoms up, everybody."
The sensuous aura of lovemaking and fresh bodies mingled in the room, and he didn't have to encourage the others to hurry. All of them were completely caught up in the raw pleasure of what they were getting, and they were eager for it to get underway again.
He picked up his glass and raised it, and the tinkle of ice cubes filled the room as everyone drank heartily. Ray tossed his down in three hearty slugs and set his empty glass down on the coffee table; then he looked over at Marty.
"Okay, let's go."
Marty grinned and finished his drink, then pulled the remaining letter out of the bowl and opened it. He read it over, then looked up and frowned.
"I'm afraid this is going to be a little slow after the last one; Ray wants to fuck Sheila."
Ray flushed slightly, raising his hands apologetically.
"It does seem kind of dull now. How about me eating someone while Sheila rides me?"
Lola stepped forward eagerly.
"Look no further for a volunteer."
Marty let out a husky chuckle.
"That's the spirit."
Sheila moved across to Ray, and the two of them dropped down onto the carpet. Ray stretched out on his back, and Sheila straddled him. Her eyes rested on the throbbing length of his thick prick for a second, and she let out a soft moan, then dropped downward, encircling his stiff tool and guiding it into the hot, flowing chasm of her cunt.
Lola dropped down onto the carpet beside them. She felt her body tingling deliciously as she watched Ray's face contort with lust at the feel of Sheila's tight cunt embracing his knob.
Ray groaned huskily and lifted his hips slightly, feeding more stiff meat into her; then he moved his eyes over to Lola's anxiously awaiting form. He reached for her passionately, dragging her toward him, and she let out a soft whimper as she eagerly straddled his face.
A visible shudder of excitement swept through Ray as he looked up and saw the beautifully swollen and parted lips of her honey-filled cunt poised above him. He pulled her downward and let his hot tongue surge out from between his lips as he raised his hips again to shove his cock even deeper into Sheila's exquisitely milking sheath.
His tongue slipped into her cunt eagerly, and he let out a muffled groan as Lola whimpered lustily. Her hot muff quivered deliciously as he openly applied the tip of his tongue to the sweet, hot, musky tanginess of her broiling slit.
He began to eat her slowly, teasingly, his wet tongue probing with little shallow thrusts at first, exploring, tasting, thrilling her as it searched out her most sensitive areas. Sheila could hear the soft moans of delight coming from Lola, and they drove her wild. She became a wild fucking machine above Ray, twisting, rotating on his cock as if it were the only thing in the world that existed for her. Ray didn't have to so much as move his hips; she was doing it all, fucking him with a vengeance that drove him wild.
He was more than satisfied to let her use his stiff cock while he turned his attention to eating Lola's eager cunt. He moved his tongue upward until the tip touched the stiff, pulsating staff of her clitoris.
He lapped at it, sucked on it, nibbled gently with his teeth, eagerly sucking back the hot, sweet elixir that now flowed freely from her slit.
Lola had never been eaten with such passion. The feel of it thrilled her wildly. She ground her hot box down against his mouth . . . . . . dug her fingernails into his hair . . . . . . hauled his head even deeper into the velvety viselike grip of her thighs.
"Oh, my god, yes ... yes .. . "
Sheila reached around Lola and began to cup and fondle her big, firm tits, teasing the nipples and squeezing the stiff, throbbing tips none too gently while she humped herself up and down wildly on Ray's stiff cock. She took the big tool completely into her hot, clutching cunt on each stroke, now half-sucking his balls into the delightfully hot, wet sheath.
Ray's hips arched upward as he gave it all to her willingly, thrilling to the feel of his thick, bulbous knob slamming into the bottom of her quivering twat each time she lashed herself downward to take it.
It was the wildest thing Ray had ever experienced. The delightful taste of Lola's sweet cunt, the blissful raw animal fucking that Sheila was giving him made his mind go blank, his senses completely enthralled by the ecstatic sensations that swept through him.
He felt the hot semen in his balls begin to boil, quivering, begging for release, and he gave himself to it.
His ass shot up off the thick carpet as he slammed his cock completely into Sheila's wildly bucking form. The big jerking knob exploded, erupting in a gushing stream of burning semen, flooding her milking pussy. The second Sheila felt him go she shrieked with animal delight and instantly shuddered through her own frantic, blissful crisis.
The feel of her going doubled Ray's pleasure, and he pumped his hot come into her ecstatically. He stroked his tongue deeply into Lola's flowing well, wanting her to make it with them.
The open raw cries of their completion sent an electrifying surge of excitement through Lola, and she shot over the top.
Her mouth dropped open, and a low moan of satisfaction filled the room, muffling their subdued shouts of delight. Her body shuddered wildly, and her big tits thrust out against Sheila's palms, grinding the hot tips frantically against the hot, yielding flesh as she soared wildly into the heights of pure sexual satisfaction.
They clung together like that for a long time, Sheila's cunt completely engulfing Ray's big cock, milking it of its last ounce of come, Lola's box mated with Ray's mouth, thrilling to the last thrusts of his tongue; then they finally dropped off him and collapsed in exquisite exhaustion beside him.
Marty watched them for a second, then became aware of his hand stroking back and forth slowly on his own cock. He had been so caught up in watching them that he hadn't even noticed that he had begun to jack himself off slowly.
Vern looked over at him and grinned.
"Wild . . . Christ, let's get on with the broads' letters before we all explode."
Marty couldn't have agreed more; he was close to blowing his load after watching Lola and Sheila work on Ray, and he didn't want to waste a wad by jacking off when there were so many wonderful ways of delivering it.
He moved across to the coffee table and picked up paper and pencils, then quickly urged Lola and Sheila to their feet.
"C'mon, you two; you're holding up the show."
He handed out papers and pens, then grinned as he looked from one to the others.
"Remember now, nobody wants to be left out; use as many people as you can."
Vern's cock was stiff with readiness again, and he grasped it tightly and grinned.
"Hurry, for Christ sake; I'm working up a good load for somebody."
In a matter of minutes Marty had the folded papers and was shaking them up in the bowl. He carried it across to Vern and smiled.
"Okay, Vern, you do the honors this time."
Vern released his thick prick and stuck his hand into the bowl. He pulled out a single piece of folded paper and unfolded it. His face lit up as he read it quickly to himself, then out loud.
"Lola's. She wants Ray reaming her while Marty screws her and she sucks me off." Marty chuckled huskily.
"That's the spirit, baby. C'mon, boys, let's give the lady what she wants. I'll get her warmed up."
He moved over to Lola and took her hand.
"Use the couch, baby; it'll be more comfortable."
Lola was shuddering with anticipation as she climbed up onto the couch and stretched out on her back. Marty joined her instantly and she thrilled to the pressure of his lips on hers as his hard, muscular body dropped down, pinning her to the couch. She parted her lips and welcomed the thrust of his hot, wet tongue against hers as she tingled feverishly at the wondrous feel of his hard, throbbing cock against her thigh.
His hands began to move over her as he lifted his lips from hers. He toyed with her big, firm tits, taking the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and sending wild flames of need through Lola as he brought them up stiff and crying for more.
Lola warmed frantically to the touch of his hot hands on her tits, and she let out a small frustrated moan when she felt his hands leave her; but then they returned to her flesh again, lower this time, trailing over the gentle curve of her belly as he shifted onto his side against her.
Lola felt a rising volcano building in her as those circling, hot fingertips moved lower slowly, downward to the fluffy, wiry dense growth of red down covering her cunt. She felt the burning flame in her loins grow stronger as if fed by a new influx of fuel. With it came the natural blissful reaction of her body. Her tender cuntlips were getting damp; she could feel them swelling eagerly, moistening with the hot, natural lubricant that his bold, brushing fingertips awakened in her.
Marty knew she wanted the feel of his hand on her eager pussy, and he reached down and cupped her hot box, holding it gently; then he shoved one finger inside and let it surge deep.
Lola let out a wild cry of pure delight and arched herself upward.
"Oh, my god . . . yes . . . god, that's so good ..."
Marty smiled as he began to stroke his finger in and out of her cunt slowly, dragging it against her tingling stiff clitoris each time he plunged.
Marty knew she was ready, and he wanted desperately to sink his stiff cock into her. He moved over her, settling between her spread thighs; then his finger left her, and in its place, she thrilled to the feel of the thick, bulbous head of his cock. Lola's mouth flopped open and her eyes rolled back as a low, guttural moan of raw, sensual need rasped free of her throat.
Her eagerness, her need, the smell and sight of her drove Marty wild. He fucked her hard, struggling to feed his big tool up to the balls into her invitingly quivering quiff. Lola went wild as she felt inch after inch of thick, throbbing cock sinking into her, and she was in frantic motion under him, her ass circling rhythmically to complement each downward plunge of his big tool.
He kept stroking in and out of her until his cock was buried up to the swaying hairy sac in her molten, quivering pussy; then he twisted himself, rolling them both over so that she was on top of him.
His big cock never missed a stroke during the switch, and Lola's tight cunt clutched and squeezed his knob as her dimpled buttocks clenched and unclenched rhythmically with each rotation of her hips.
Marty lashed his hips upward, giving her all he had; then he looked over at Ray.
"Okay, man, shove it to her."
Lola shook with excitement as she felt Ray getting up onto the couch, moving behind her. She let out a wild cry of wonder as she felt him shoving one of his fingers into her gaping cunt just above Marty's deeply imbedded cock.
The inserted digit served to increase the pressure of Marty's thick cock against her clitoris, and she whimpered ecstatically as the pleasure of it swept through her. Ray rammed his finger deep into her cunt, tickling and teasing the tender walls of her molten sheath.
Marty groaned huskily as he felt her cunt clutching wildly at his knob.
"Get your cock in your mouth, Vern . . . hurry . . . Christ, this is fantastic . . . I'm fucking near ready to blow in her ..."
Vern had been standing close to the couch. He moved up now, placing a cushion on the floor and kneeling on it so his stiff, aching cock was on a level with Lola's head. He reached for it and turned her face toward him; then, as she saw his stiff cock, her mouth opened and she sucked a good inch of his throbbing prick between her wet lips. Vern gasped with delight as Lola instantly, eagerly went to work on him.
Her tongue came alive on his knob . . . . . . rubbing . . . . . . polishing . . . . . . licking . . . . . . teasing . . .
She began to suck it back and forth in her mouth, rotating her head slowly. Vern gasped with delight and began to use her mouth, fucking it as though it were a tight, eager cunt.
The feel of the big, throbbing shaft working in and out between her lips completed the sensual takeover in Lola's body. She whimpered frantically, bucking and twisting passionately as she raised and lowered her hips, riding Marty's big cock frantically, welcoming the big, bulbous knob eagerly as it slashed wildly in and out of her, sinking up to the hilt and bringing the soft pressure of his tingling balls against her flesh.
Ray could see that he had to move quickly to become a part of them. He withdrew his fingers from Lola's seeping cunt and parted the cheeks of her ass with his left hand, then groaned huskily and pressed against the tight little entrance to her anus with his well-lubricated finger.
A wild wave of delight swept through Lola as she felt his finger pop into her tender anus and bury itself deeply in her sensitive sheath.
Ray fingered her tight ass feverishly while he moved up farther onto the couch and shifted down until he was kneeling behind her. Lola could feel him moving, and she knew what was coming. The anticipation of it drove her wild, and she began to suck wildly on Vern's cock as her hips twisted, sucking Marty's big prick deep into her cunt.
Ray encircled his thick cock at the base and moved forward, guiding his thick knob between Lola's thighs, next to Marty's deeply embedded prick. He rubbed his knob around, coating it with cunt juice liberally; then he pulled back slightly and moved the throbbing head to her tight, puckered ring. He held it there poised for a split second, then lunged forward with his hips.
Instantly the thick, throbbing knob slipped through the puckered entrance and surged hot and stiff into her anus.
Lola let out a muffled whimper, and her body shook with exquisite delight.
Ray stifled a gasp of pleasure as he let his big knob slide slowly in and out, going deeper and deeper, until it was completely embraced by her hot chasm.
With each surge of his hips the pleasure increased for Lola until she could hardly stand the wonder of it. She couldn't get enough of it. She twisted, churned, rotated, hammering her body back and forth.
All three cocks were in her, and they fulfilled her wildest dreams. Vern's was hard and succulent in her mouth, and down below two mighty tools rubbed against each other, the big knobs separated by only a thin layer of flesh. It was unbelievable, almost too good to be true. Her soft moans of delight and the ragged breathing coming from her three fuckers filled the room.
Vern held her head now as he fed her every inch of his tool on each stroke. Marty's pleasure was suddenly doubled as Ray joined them. Each time he stroked in and out of her he could feel the big knob of Ray's cock brushing against his own, throbbing, the thick ridge firm and alive. He lost himself to it, completely oblivious to anything but the wondrous sensations that swept through him.
Marty fought to hold back, wanting to make it last as long as he could, but he had been working in her delicious cunt for a long time, and the feel of it was too much for him. He felt himself rapidly approaching the point where he would have to release the molten payload broiling hotly in his nuts, and his powerful body tensed for it.
He let out a husky groan of pleasure, and the first surging spurt of burning semen gushed forth into Lola's tingling cunt. Instantly Ray felt it shooting into her close to his own deeply embedded tool, and it was enough to push him over the top. His big cock erupted violently, spurting thick, rich gobs of hot come deep into the clutching recesses of Lola's rectum.
Lola's world exploded in a shattering ray of colors. The two of them were into her as far as they could possibly get, and simultaneously pumping their molten, creamy payloads into her. It was better than she had ever dared dream. A cry of delight started in her throat, but was stifled by the first stream of hot fluid as it spurted free from the big hole in the tip of Vern's cock and poured down her throat.
Lola shook with ecstasy and shuddered through the most intense release she had ever experienced; they continued to work on her humping body until they had drained themselves of their lust, and she took every drop, loving it, living for it.
It took them a long time to come down from it, and when they had finally found the strength to regain control of themselves, Sheila was standing over them, holding an opened sheet of paper in her hand.
"It's Leona's . . . Vern up the ass while Marty eats her and she sucks Ray off."
Ray lifted himself up onto shaky legs and grinned as she looked down at his limp cock.
"I think I'd better grab a shower before that one. Somebody pour another round."
Marty nodded slowly as he stood up.
"Good idea. Look, let's go on into the bedroom when we get the drinks; it'll be more comfortable in there."
Ray took a good twenty minutes in the shower, and with the exception of Leona and Sheila, nobody minded. They all needed that long to regain some semblance of readiness for the next bout.
Marty handed Ray a drink when he entered the bedroom, and Ray nursed it for a few minutes, then finally gave up to Leona's impatience, and downed it. She grinned and took his hand, leading him over to the big king-sized bed and pushing him down onto his back. She climbed up and knelt beside him, then pressed her sensuous lips against his. Ray was a little slow starting, but the feel of her tongue surging into his mouth brought a rekindling in his loins, and he began to return the kiss with interest.
It lasted a long time, and both of them were steamed up when Leona lifted her mouth. She was primed and ready, eager to get started, and she moved her head lower on the bed, moving across his chest. Her impetuous tongue left a hot, damp trail as it moved downward across his heaving, muscular body.
She teased him to the point where he was up hard and throbbing. He reached downward with his hands, finding her head and pushing it toward the long, swollen length of his lurching prick.
Leona reached out and grabbed the big tool. She squeezed it gently; then she kissed the thick, leaking knob. Ray groaned huskily and arched himself upward off the bed.
Leona parted her lips and sucked the thick shaft fully into her mouth; and as she did, Marty moved up onto the bed and rolled onto his back, sliding upward until his head was between Leona's parted thighs. He reached up and cupped her ass, pulling her down to him until he could press his lips against the swollen lips of her cunt. His tongue shot forward in an exploratory jab, stroking deep into the hot, honey-filled flowing fountain.
He began to tongue her with a slow fucking motion.
It didn't take Vern long to figure where he fit in. He climbed up onto the bed and threw one leg over Marty's chest, then shifted upward, reaching for his cock and slipping it between the cheeks of Leona's elevated ass he settled into position.
He parted her firm, dimpled cheeks with one hand, then pressed his cock against her small brown ring and drove his hips forward. For a split second Leona recoiled from the pressure of his dry tool; then she shuddered visibly and pushed, taking more and more of his cock into her. Each huge, pulsing inch felt blissfully enticing as she welcomed it inside, and Vern was only too happy to feed it to her.
Ray's body glistened with perspiration as he fed his thick, gnarled shaft in and out of her mouth. He emitted soft moans of pleasure as he thrilled to the feel of her polishing tongue and the exquisite suction offered by her hot lips.
Leona was completely enraptured by it. She couldn't concentrate on any one of the thrilling contacts. She sucked wildly on Ray's cock, gyrated her hot slit against Marty's sucking, nibbling mouth and stroked back and forth against Vern's wildly reaming rod.
They became a single, well-oiled sex machine, each attuned to the other, and yet a separate enraptured entity. The culmination grew rapidly in them, telegraphed from one to the other, each single thrill becoming universal between them.
It seemed to explode simultaneously, Leona happily choking on hot wads of come spurting freely from Ray's big prick as she welcomed the feel of Marty's teeth sinking into her clitoris in perfect rhythm to the surging streams of hot semen filling her bowels from the hot cavern of Vern's molten balls.
The room echoed with their animal cries of pleasure and gratification, and their glistening, straining bodies collapsed in a mass of quivering, heaving flesh as they reached completion.
Their exhaustion was complete, and it was with great difficulty that they separated and fell to the damp bed, panting for breath.
Sheila waited impatiently for them to open their eyes and accept reality; then she moved toward the bed, triumphantly holding up the remaining slip of paper.
Marty looked over at her and shook his head slowly.
"Sorry, baby, you can count me out; I couldn't get another hard-on if my life depended on it."
Disappointment filled Sheila's face as she turned to face the others. Ray looked down at his limp cock and raised his arms apologetically.
"Me, too, I'm afraid."
Vern sucked in a deep breath and rolled off the bed.
"I think it's pretty well universal."
Lola looked over at Sheila and smiled.
"Don't worry about it, honey, tomorrow's another day; we can start with your letter then."
Sheila was quite obviously unhappy about the situation, but she had to accept it.
Lola moved over to the bed and grasped Ray's hand, pulling him to his feet.
"C'mon, honey, let's get home and get some sleep; it's going to be hell getting you up in the morning."
Marty ran his hand through his hair as he got up off the bed and gave a satisfied sigh.
"We'll make it at our place tomorrow night. Eight okay?"
Lola nodded.
"Great. See you all then."
Chapter Eight
Vern eased into bed beside Leona and pulled the covers up. She shifted up against him, and he grinned in the darkness as he felt her full breasts press against his back. He turned around to face her.
"You must be aching all over after that last one."
Leona let out a soft sigh.
"Ummm . . . but it's a nice ache ... it was wonderful, just wonderful. Having three men at once-my god, there's nothing to compare it with."
Vern was silent for a second. The smile faded slightly on his face. He reached out to slip his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him.
"Just remember which one's the best, baby."
Leona nuzzled her head against his chest. Her words came out in a dreamy, half-asleep rhythm.
"Who cares which one's best? Once you've had three at once, one would never be enough."
She sighed contentedly and turned, rolling away from him and shifting into the position she liked best when receiving sleep. Vern opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, he heard the soft, steady breathing that he knew indicated she was already half-asleep.
He lay there unmoving for a few seconds; then he rolled over onto his back and stared upward at the dark ceiling. Her words rang through his head over and over again. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to claim him, but it wouldn't come. Finally he pushed back the covers and slipped out of the bed.
Marty stood at the foot of the bed, reading the slip of paper Sheila had given him.
A grin formed on his face, and she saw his cock begin to stiffen slightly as he read what she had written.
"Christ, baby, I can hardly wait until tomorrow night; what a start this will be."
Sheila shifted her nude body under the covers and sighed.
"Mmm . . . you're not the only one. God, what a surprise Ray is; to think Lola had him pegged as impotent. Christ, he's the answer to a woman's dreams."
Marty grinned broadly.
"Yeah, it's funny; they were having all that trouble, and yet both of them are born swingers now that they're opened up."
Sheila pushed the covers down and looked at him.
"Do you think you could manage one more? Christ, I'm burning up."
Marty looked down at his semi-erect prick and shrugged.
"Maybe if you really apply yourself, baby. Come here and suck on it a little, and let's see what happens."
Sheila scrambled out of the bed and moved down. Her hands dipped under his ass as she hungrily sucked his cock into her mouth.
Lola was sitting in front of the mirror brushing her hair when Ray entered the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom. She was humming softly and a smile covered her lips. Ray paused to look at her for a second. It had been a long time since she'd been this happy, since there had been any happy ground between them.
The transition was great, but he couldn't help but be a little unsure of it, having found it so suddenly.
Lola caught his reflection in the mirror, and she spun around to face him.
"It's wonderful, isn't it? I feel ten years younger, and happier than I've been in months. I'm not going back to that headshrinker; I don't need him any more."
Ray managed a smile as he moved across to the bedside table and pulled a cigarette out of the pack lying on top. He fitted it between his lips and lit it"; then he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at Lola, who had turned around again to brush her hair.
His eyes moved over her reflected body, and he felt a surge of warmth flood him. There was no sexual urge, just a strong sense of belonging and closeness. It should have made him feel good; instead, it frightened him a little.
He took a deep drag off his cigarette and propped a pillow up against the headboard so he could lean back.
"Are you really happy with this?"
Lola smiled and turned to face him.
"Silly question. Aren't you?"
Ray didn't answer her for a second. He let the question work through his mind, digesting it slowly.
"Yes, I guess so."
His voice trailed off there, and Lola stopped what she was doing, setting her brush down.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Ray shrugged as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"I don't know, really. I can't deny that this has been wild; hell, I haven't had so much fun in years. It's just that I can't help feeling it's doing something to us."
Lola frowned and stood up.
"Well, I should hope so; we weren't doing too well before."
Ray nodded slowly.
"No . . . but at least what we were doing was between us, and we were working it out in our own way. I just wonder if this is the answer."
Lola looked at him for a second before answering. He could tell by the change in her expression that he was getting his point across, but as quickly as she got it, she dismissed it.
"I don't really care if it's the answer or not; I only know that I couldn't go on as we were. Neither could you, for that matter."
Ray couldn't deny that she had a point. He reached over and crushed out his half-smoked cigarette.
"Maybe not. . . but if we had run out of patience with the situation, we might have found a way to clear it up for ourselves. As it is, we've simply found a release valve for our frustration; we haven't really settled the problem between us."
Their eyes met, and Lola shrugged.
"Let's give it a chance."
Ray sat up and reached out, taking her hand in his.
"Listen, honey, think for just a second. This is great. Hell, we're both enjoying it, but is it going to give us what we want?"
Lola avoided his eyes as she moved her hand from his and walked around to the other side of the bed.
"We want a baby. The odds are one hell of a lot better this way."
The words cut sharply into Ray. He held back the anger that welled up in him, and nodded slowly.
"Yes, but we want our baby."
Lola dropped down onto the edge of the bed across from him and held his eyes with hers.
"We tried it that way; it got us nowhere. We're both enjoying this, and by doing it we almost guarantee my getting pregnant. It's the answer to all our problems, and you know it."
Ray could see that she wasn't thinking with him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but he sensed f that he would get nowhere. Lola switched off the light, and he joined her in the bed. He hesitated for a second, gauging his confidence in his own body; then he reached out for her.
Lola came hesitatingly into his arms, but she was cold against him.
"Please, honey . . . my god, I'm raw all over."
As if by magic Ray's stiff, throbbing cock died an unnatural death, shriveling up and lying soft against his leg. He closed his eyes briefly and sucked in a deep breath; the he rolled over, turning his back to her.
Vern stared down at the amber fluid in his glass as he sloshed it around slowly. He watched the ice cube melt for a second; then he lifted the glass to his lips and drank deeply from it. The hot liquor burned his throat as he moved across to the couch and dropped down onto it. He took another drink before setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of him and lighting up a cigarette.
All his life he had been a lover, getting his first piece of tail from a most willing friend of his mother's, popping his first cherry at fourteen, and fucking everything in skirts from that point on.
Marriage had never slowed his pace. Hell, he'd been faithful to Leona for the first couple of months; but when she wouldn't come across with anything but the missionary position in bed, he'd felt completely justified in going for strange tail.
He'd never even considered what he had with Leona as jeopardized by his actions, but now all of a sudden, for the first time in his life, he was afraid that he was going to lose something that he had finally realized meant a hell of a lot to him.
His mind echoed Leona's last words again, and he felt a chill sweep through him. He had engineered this swapping deal, going into it with his eyes wide-open, looking forward to the chance to fuck two eager broads and at the same time have Leona lose a few of her inhibitions.
He simply hadn't counted on her losing them all at once. What had been a naive, damn near Victorian wife was now closer to a nymph. He had caused her to awaken sexually, and now he fully realized the consequences and it scared the hell out of him.
He wanted Leona uninhibited; there was no denying that. But he wanted her uninhibited in his bed, with him, not with every bastard she could get her hands on.
For the first time he found himself doubting his ability as a lover. He had been patient with Leona, letting her discover the wonders of sex slowly, tantalizingly, building her for the day when she would give herself fully to him in any way he wanted. It had been slow, and he'd grown impatient; the swapping had seemed a shortcut, an ideal shot of adrenalin for their sexual progress. But it had backfired, and he knew it.
Somehow he had to prove to Leona that she didn't need anything but him in bed, that he could give her all that she'd ever want-and he was far from confident that he could do it.
Chapter Nine
Vern lifted his hand and signaled Marty. Marty grinned across the crowded restaurant and started across toward him. Vern carefully went over his prepared speech in his mind and managed to return the grin as Marty dropped into the chair across from him.
"I took the liberty of ordering a couple of Scotches, okay?"
Marty nodded and looked up as the waitress set the drinks down; then he lifted his glass and took a good swig. Vern was keyed up, and he wasn't about to drag it out. He took a deep breath and spit it out.
"I've got a problem."
Marty let his smile fade slightly. For the first time he sensed Vern's mood.
"You look like you've lost your best friend. Let's hear about it."
Vern paused for a second, a little hesitant how to get started; then he took another deep breath.
"I want to get out of this swapping; it's no good for Leona and me."
Marty was knocked right off balance. He had been expecting anything but this. He looked at Vern for a second to make sure he'd heard right; then he leaned back and shrugged.
"I don't understand. I thought both of you really dug it."
Vern flushed slightly.
"Sure, we enjoy it; hell, who wouldn't? That's not the problem." Marty shrugged. "Okay, what is it?"
Vern took a sip from his glass before answering.
"It's Leona. She's never had much experience sexually; I thought this would be good for her to get rid of some of her inhibitions, but I'm afraid it's too much too fast."
Marty hesitated for a second, letting the words sink in.
"I still don't follow you; hell, she must be giving you what you want now."
Vern felt the frustration of the whole thing flooding him as he answered.
"I have no doubt she's ready and willing to give me what I want; the problem is that she doesn't give a damn where she gets it."
It finally began to sink in, and Marty nodded.
"You're afraid she's turned on to the point that you've got nothing left between you."
Vern nodded, relieved to have finally got it across. Marty spun his glass around in his hand for a second, then looked over at him.
"I think you're over-reacting. I felt that way when Sheila and I first went for it."
Vern met his gaze solidly.
"You and Sheila are living in a dream world, Marty. You're not married . . . you're just living together. You get your kicks from others, not each other."
Marty's face hardened.
"Look, I don't mind letting you cry on my shoulder because you're not man enough to satisfy your wife, but don't try telling me how to live my life. At least my wife is satisfied with what she's getting-is yours?"
Vern hadn't intended the conversation to go this way; he hadn't even got to what the whole thing was aiming at. He regretted his statement and tried to push it aside.
"It's nothing personal. Hell, I don't care how you and Sheila get your kicks; that's your business. I'm just worried about Leona and me. I want you and Sheila to let this thing die a natural death; call off tonight and then simply let it drag until Leona gets it off her mind. I know damn well that I can bring her to her senses if I have a few days."
Marty was still bristling from the comment about him and Sheila.
"I'll put it bluntly; I enjoy fucking your wife. I think she's got the right idea. And as long as she's willing, she'll have a spot in my bed. If you want to join in, that's great; but I'm not going to cut it off. She's your wife, buddy-you tell her it's finished."
Marty tossed back the remainder of his drink and stood up.
"I feel sorry for you, Vern; you're blaming Sheila and me because you haven't got enough cock to keep your wife at home. Think about it for a while; it's your doing, not ours."
He was gone before Vern could say anything. He sat for a second staring blankly at the door; then he dropped a bill on the table and stood up.
He crossed the smoke-filled room to the pay phone and pulled out some change. He got Ray's office.
"Vern Johnson ... is Ray in?" The deep, melodious voice of Ray's secretary flowed back to him.
"Yes, Mister Johnson; just a moment, please." There was a slight delay; then Ray answered. "Hi, Vern; what can I do for you?" Vern sucked in a deep breath. "I'd like to talk to you about something; can you spare a few minutes?"
"Sure; I was about to break for lunch anyway." Vern glanced at his watch. "I'll pick you up in about five minutes."
Vern lifted his cup to his mouth and finished off his coffee; then he set it down and lit a cigarette. He flashed his headlights for the carhop, and Ray handed over his mug to add to the tray.
Vern waited until the carhop had left; then he turned slightly in the seat so he could look at Ray.
"At least it's good to know that I'm not the only one worried about this." Ray nodded slowly.
"Yes . . . but we still haven't decided what we're going to do to stop it. I don't know about you, but I'm positive Lola is going to do something crazy if I simply say it's over and that's that." Vern nodded.
"Yes, that isn't going to solve it. There's no way Leona would accept that without complications."
Ray lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly.
"Then we have to arrange for them to be the ones suggesting we stop."
Vern chuckled dryly.
"Sounds great; just how do we manage that one?"
Ray shrugged.
"I don't think our problems are the same. Lola is losing herself in this, pushing aside our problems because she doesn't want to face them. Leona seems to have suddenly been freed to enjoy the fun of uninhibited sex, and she wants to make a feast of it. The problems are different, and the answers will have to be different, even though the end result has to be the same, the end to this swapping."
Vern nodded slowly.
"Yes, you're right. Have you got any suggestions as to how we can do it?"
Ray was silent for a second, kicking it around in his mind.
"First let's make it a little less attractive to Leona. She gets her kicks out of the group thing; having more than one guy, right?"
Vern nodded, and Ray continued.
"Okay, we make a pact to ignore Leona completely; that way she only has Marty to get her kicks from. I don't think she'll be too sold on it that way, do you?"
Vern smiled slightly.
"She sure as hell won't; all she can talk about is having two and three guys at once." Ray nodded.
"Okay, that should make it less appealing to her. Lola isn't going to be as easy, I'm afraid. I've got to convince her that she's got something to lose by swapping. And with the mood she's in now, that isn't going to be easy."
Vern frowned for a second.
"Well, we could use the same thing on Lola; the two of us could go for Sheila and leave our wives fighting for whatever Marty can give them."
Ray nodded, slowly exhaling.
"It would be a start, but we need something more than that."
A smile broke out on Vern's face.
"How about pushing it a little further-not only ignore her at the sessions but ignore her at home, too. Do what Leona is doing to me, laud Sheila's performance and let her know that all of a sudden you don't care if she makes it with you or not because you'd rather have Sheila."
Ray let the suggestion sink in for a second before answering.
"You mean make her jealous?"
Vern nodded.
"Sure, why not? As it stands now, she doesn't lose anything by swapping, but if all of a sudden you're turned on by Sheila to the point of not wanting her, she's sure as hell going to reassess it."
Ray reached forward and ground his cigarette out in the ashtray.
"It might just work. I could set the stage for it before we went over tonight, talk about nothing but Sheila from the time I get in the door."
Vern was beginning to enjoy the pact between them.
"Hell, you could really push it. It's early yet; you could drop in on Sheila this afternoon and fuck her; that would sure as hell make Marty wonder a little, too. Then, when you got home tonight, you could feed it all to Lola, give her all the little details and pretend to be all hot and ready to get at Sheila again tonight."
Ray was a little hesitant about going that far.
"I don't know . . . swapping together is one thing, but dropping in on Sheila alone is something else."
Vern shook his head slowly.
"She's your wife, buddy. I guess it all boils down to just how far you're willing to go to get her back."
Ray turned to face him, and he knew Vern was right.
"Okay, at least it's better than standing back and doing nothing. Drive me back to my office and I'll get my car and pay Sheila a visit."
Sheila was a little surprised to find Ray at the door when she answered it. She flashed him a smile.
"Looking for Lola? I haven't seen her all day. I think she had a hairdresser's appointment."
Ray shook his head slowly. He had been a little uneasy about what he was going to do, but suddenly, now that he was facing Sheila, he found himself instantly craving her lush body.
"I'm not looking for Lola; I'm looking for you."
The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes was enough to give Sheila the complete message, and it knocked her a little off balance. They stood silently facing each other for a few seconds; then Ray grinned.
"Well, are you going to invite me in or not?"
Sheila managed a smile and stepped back.
"Why not?"
Ray moved inside and kicked the door closed behind him; then he reached for her, grabbing her lightly around the waist and slowly slipping his hands up until he was cupping the huge mounds of her breasts.
"Here or in the bedroom?"
Sheila was still reeling under the suddenness of it all. She had never faced the situation before. Swapping had become a natural thing for her, but this was different, and she knew it. A strange, delicious urge filled her; it was different, risky. The suddenness of it filled her with a craving that was intense. She let out a small moan and reached for his hand.
"In the bedroom."
They moved together quickly, and in a matter of seconds they were both nude and rolling together in the center of the big bed. They kissed briefly, raising the level of need in themselves; then Sheila spun around above him and sucked the head of his stiff cock inside her mouth. Ray stifled a wild groan of pleasure at the feel of it and reached up, molding the firm cheeks of her ass in his hands and pulling her down to him.
His surging tongue drove deeply between her damp, swollen cuntlips . . . . . . pressing . . . . . . probing . . . . . . teasing . . . . . . thrilling the hot, eager, inner flesh. The feel of it shook Sheila deeply, and she returned the favor without hesitation. Her mouth worked frantically on the long, thick shaft of his lurching cock, nibbling, sucking, polishing . . .
Ray's teeth sank gently into the hot flesh of her swollen cuntlips as he moaned and shoved his tongue deep into her. He tongue-fucked her slowly for a second; then, as her hips began to gyrate, picking up the steady, rhythmic rotation, he let his tongue find the stiff, throbbing bud of her clitoris and begin to pay homage to it.
They became frantic, both lost in the wild animalistic act. The motion of Sheila's bobbing head increased as she felt him begin to tantalize her stiff little shaft with his teeth and tongue. She let out a moist, muffled moan of pure raw delight and worked passionately on his big prick, stripping it gently as it slipped in and out of her sensuous mouth.
Ray fed her more and more of his hot rod, letting her take the meat up to the balls. Her hands were moving on him now, stroking his back, his hips and finally cupping the dangling, swaying sac containing his aching, tingling nuts.
She stroked them, petted them, urging forth the hot load from within, and Ray couldn't hold back from delivering it to her hot, waiting mouth.
She felt his heavy balls quiver against her palms; then the rich, molten wad that had been burning and bubbling wildly in his sac gushed forth from the end of his big knob and shot into her throat. The second she felt it, she erupted deep inside, and her body went wild as she gyrated her hips frantically, pressing her hot cunt tightly against him and forcing his tongue completely inside to double the ecstatic surges of delight that ripped through her.
They clung together tightly, rolling, twisting on the bed, satisfying the wild urges that reeled through them; then finally, after Ray had emptied his hot balls completely into her mouth, he found the strength to roll off her. He twisted around on the bed and flopped down exhausted beside her.
Sheila closed her eyes and let out a low sigh of gratification.
"Mmm . . . my god, that was good . . . out of the blue like that... it was so unexpected ..."
The bout had simply served to warm Sheila up. She had been thinking all day about the night ahead, and she had been ripe for a session. Coming as it did, unexpected, coupled with the fact that she knew it was illicit in the fact that Marty wasn't even aware of it, seemed to make it even better; and she was hungry for more.
She reached over and grasped Ray's shrinking cock. She squeezed it playfully, then grasped it in a tight embrace and began to stroke it slowly.
Ray had come for the explicit idea of getting into bed with Sheila. He had intended to leave after balling her once, but now he suddenly didn't give a damn why he was there; he found himself wanting more.
His cock grew stiff and began to throb against her moving hand. He let out a soft moan and rolled over onto his side to face her.
His hand moved to the slippery warmth of her cunt and he began to stroke the open, wet lips.
Sheila moaned softly and moved upward, leaning over him, her eyes glued to his cock.
"This time it's all mine; just lie back and enjoy it, lover."
She sucked his big throbbing knob into her mouth and gurgled with pleasure as she began to worship the massive shaft. Her tongue worked over every inch of the bulbous knob, teasing it, polishing it, bringing a gasp of pleasure from Ray's lips.
She worked on him slowly, enjoying the feel of his reacting, sucking the big prick slowly in and out of her mouth as her hands played with his balls.
Ray gave himself to her completely. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the bed. His mouth fell open, and he began to moan softly as he reached down for her and began to guide it slowly, getting the best out of what he was giving.
"Slowly, baby . . . that's it . . . lick the knob, baby . . . oh, that's good ..."
He began to raise and lower his hips slowly, feeding her just the right amount of meat on each stroke to get the best thrill out of it.
Sheila went along with him completely. She was out to give him pleasure and suck back the hot elixir from his nuts, and she was ready to do anything he wanted.
She could feel and hear him reacting to her mouth. It thrilled her, and she built him slowly, raising him higher and higher until his muscular body was soaring and his breathing was ragged and husky.
Ray held back as long as he could, and it took a long time, but finally his big cock exploded deep in her mouth. She moaned and sucked the jerking knob even farther inside as it poured forth a deluge of hot, rich come. She savored it, holding it in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it and welcoming the next spurting stream.
Chapter Ten
Lola sat silently sipping her drink as Ray leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed and a broad smile covering his lips.
"God, what a blow job; there's one woman who really puts her heart into it. Christ, when I blew my load it was like coming twice. She sucked it out of me like a vacuum cleaner; never had anything quite like it before. Christ, I can hardly wait to get over there and feed my cock to her again."
It had been going on for damn near an hour, and it was getting to Lola.
When Ray had gotten home, she had been bright, eager and ready for the night ahead. She had been unable to think about anything else all day, and her cunt was damp and hot when he walked through the door.
Now she felt a little tired and strangely separated from thoughts about the night ahead.
She wasn't any longer concerned for herself; her thoughts were now resting on Ray's ravings about Sheila's ability to make love.
Up to this point, she hadn't even considered the effect on Ray. Hell, she had been too damn busy getting her own kicks. But it was quite obvious to her now that she was far from the only one who was getting an exquisite time out of the swapping.
It didn't really bother her that Ray was enjoying himself; she could hardly knock that when she herself had been primarily concerned with getting her jollies. But what did bother her was the fact that Ray was openly comparing her to Sheila, whether he said so or not, and she didn't like the idea of playing second fiddle to the big, well-filled-out blonde.
Never before in her life had she felt endangered when it came to holding Ray's interest, but it was blatantly apparent now that he wasn't even thinking about her at all. All he could think about was Sheila and the next chance he had to ball her.
It put a damper on her own interest, to say the least, yet she could hardly say anything about it. The whole deal was her idea, and saying she wanted to quit now simply because Ray was enjoying it wouldn't work at all.
She did her best to rationalize it, figuring Ray's attraction to Sheila as a momentary thing. But even in her own mind she found herself unconvinced and a little unsettled by the whole thing.
Leona looked up from the mirror in front of her as Vern entered the room from the bathroom.
"How come the change of heart?"
Vern looked at her and smiled.
"I don't know. I guess I just got a chance to kick it around in my mind a little today. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was being kind of stupid about it."
He paused for a second, moving over to the drawer and pulling out clean shorts and socks.
"What the hell, if you want it this way, why shouldn't I, too? Like you said before, why the hell should I be satisfied with just making it with you when I can make it with two or three broads at once? Hell, why turn down a feast for hash?"
He let it drop there, but he kept his eyes on her, watching for her reaction.
His words struck pretty deep with Leona, and they hurt just as her words had the night before. She opened her mouth to speak, but Vern didn't give her a chance as he moved back out of the room and entered the bathroom.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, a full smile radiating from his lips.
The shoe was on the other foot now; he knew he had her going, and there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that after one night of playing the role of lust-hungry husband without paying the slightest bit of attention to her was going to make Leona think twice.
For the first time since his sleepless night, he was confident that he had won, and he was beginning to enjoy the feeling. He was going to fuck royally tonight, fill every fucking hole he could find with wads of hot come; he was going to enjoy it fully, and it was going to repay him doubly, not only with a series of damn good kicks, but with the result of shaking Leona to hell out of the false sense of security that filled her.
Marty couldn't remember when he'd found Sheila in such high spirits. When he'd first arrived home, he had accepted it at face value, figuring her eager for, and pleased with, the thought of the night to come. But as he watched her moving around getting ready, he found himself wondering just what the hell it was that she knew and he didn't.
He considered asking her, but it was obvious to him that she wasn't going to tell him anyway.
He did his best to push it aside, figuring it would work itself out. He was really looking forward to the night ahead, even more than before, because now he knew that he was really getting to Lola, and Ray was pissed off. It did his ego a lot of good to know that he was good enough between the sheets to make another man's wife want him more than she wanted her spouse.
He was looking forward to rubbing the fact in. Christ, was he going to ball that hot redhead!
He gave thought to what he was planning to do to Lola.
Sheila dressed with great care. She had been doing a lot of thinking over the past few hours.
Ray's arrival out of the blue during the afternoon had really changed her life. She thought back to the first swapping session she and Marty had taken part in, to the shock, hesitancy and revulsion it had first given her, and then the blissful thrill of fucking another man in front of Marty ... to the ecstasy of group sessions.
That had been the turning point in her life; she had changed from a dreary housewife into a woman of the world. It had been fantastic, and she had lived it to the hilt, but it was nothing compared with the delicious ecstasy she had shared with Ray earlier in the day.
She made no bones about it to herself; she had learned something during that wonderful bout with Ray-the thing that gave her the biggest thrill of all was fucking behind Marty's back, balling with a guy when Marty wasn't even aware of it.
Tonight would be the last night of group sessions, because tonight she was going to take a lover, a permanent lover to fuck her secretly during the day when Marty was out. Maybe she'd take two. God, what a delicious thought, fucking two of them on the side, and none of them knowing she was fucking the others . . .
Ray was by far the most open and willing of the six of them as they finished their first drink and poised on the beginning of the night of swapping. He knew he had it made. Not only was he going to fuck himself silly and fully enjoy what Sheila's lush body had to offer, but he was going to settle the problem with Lola once and for all.
It was going to be the final session; he felt that strongly, and he was damn well going to end it with style. He had a clear conscience as he stood up and set his empty glass on the bar.
"Hell, we're wasting time. Let's start fucking!"
He moved across the room and grasped Sheila's hand, pulling her to her feet. She came with him willingly, knowing full well that he would choose her for his first partner.
Ray grinned broadly as he recognized the look of pleasure in her eyes. He held her gaze for a second, enjoying the feeling of power that surged through him; then he spun around to face the others.
"I claim the master bedroom; I'm going to need a big bed for what I have in mind."
Marty was a little perturbed, and more than a little surprised by Vern's attitude. He didn't expect Ray's comments to please Vern after their earlier talk, and he was put off balance by it. Ray was really enjoying himself, and he paused for a second to look at Marty. His grin made Marty feel even less comfortable.
"C'mon, buddy, don't leave the girls wanting. Pick a partner and start balling."
Ray didn't let Marty answer; he was enjoying himself too much for that. Instead, he tugged on Sheila's hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom.
There was a noticeable cloud hanging over the rest of them, with the exception of Vern, who was beaming as much as Ray. He stood up and smiled. "I think I'll join them; sounds like fun." He turned and walked out of the room. Marty said nothing for a few seconds, still trying to figure Vern; then he shrugged and looked over at Lola. He had been planning all day how he was going to ball her, and he sure as hell wasn't about to let Vern spoil that for him.
"C'mon, baby, let's use the other bedroom."
Lola was just as upset by Ray's attitude as Marty was by Vern's, but she wasn't about to be left out. She smiled and stood up.
Leona suddenly found herself alone, and she didn't like it. She shrugged and stood up, falling into step behind Marty and Lola.
Vern exchanged knowing glances with Ray and grinned.
"Okay, buddy, you've got first crack at her."
Sheila had no idea what it was they found so amusing, but she didn't really give a damn. She was primed and ready for whatever they had in mind. She had begun to strip the instant they entered the bedroom, and she dropped down onto the bed and smiled across at them.
"I don't care who's first; just get started."
Ray looked over at her, letting his eyes take in her lush form spreadeagled on the bed as he stripped his pants off; then he shoved his shorts down and kicked them aside. He moved up to the bed and stroked his stiff prick for a second; then he climbed up between Sheila's golden legs and buried his head between them.
He was too hot for preliminaries. He shoved his tongue directly into her tingling twat and began to eat her passionately, savoring the tangy taste of her, probing around the inside of her tight cunt, tasting and exploring the hot, yielding flesh.
Sheila was ripe for it. She closed her eyes and began to moan softly as his tongue began to stroke in and out of her lustily.
Lola was confused, and she resented the feeling.
She had been looking forward to this all day, and Ray's actions had taken the edge off it for her.
Now that she was in the bedroom with Marty and Leona, she was determined to push all other thoughts out of her mind and enjoy fully what Marty had to offer. She had to be the aggressor; it was necessary to her now more than ever before, and she was the first to strip. Marty and Leona watched her as she peeled off her dress.
Marty found himself forgetting Vern now, forgetting the strange change in attitude. The sight of Lola stripping off her dress seemed to make it all appear unimportant, and he let out a small gasp as he watched her dress fall to the floor.
This was what he wanted; this was what he had been looking forward to all day; and he was damn well going to make the best of it.
She was performing for him; he sensed that. He knew that she wanted to be the leader, to hold the floor; and he was more than willing to let her have her way. He knew she wanted him badly, and sensed that she wanted to work for the privilege of having him. It appealed to him, and he was more than willing to play the role of the seduced if that was what she wanted.
He stood facing her as she reached behind her and undid the hooks holding her bra in place. His eyes were on her, enjoying the sensual aura surrounding her as the big cups seemed to quiver and then pop forward, dropping down off her lush tits to free the big firm mounds for his inspection.
The raw sensualness of it filled him with a raging flame of desire, and he let out a low groan as his eyes played over those luscious orbs with their firm, throbbing tips.
Leona couldn't help but know that she was a spectator. They were performing for each other, damn near oblivious to her presence. The realization started a burning flame of resentment in her, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, and she knew it.
Lola was suddenly confident again. She had Marty in her power, and she knew it. She reached out with her right hand and cupped the growing bulge in the front of his tight pants, letting out a soft whimper.
"God, that feels good . . . Christ, I need that in me . . .
Her hand worked on his stiffening cock; and he stood there, letting her play with his cock, letting her dominate the action.
The feel of her stiff nipples digging into his chest right through his shirt added fuel to the already surging flames in his loins, and his big cock snapped into its fully erect state and pulsed strongly against her fingertips.
Ray shifted his mouth from Sheila's hot cunt and moved upward over her, straddling her big tits and offering his prick to her mouth.
She reached out for the stiff cock, sucking it between her lips; then she began to tongue the thick knob wildly, passionately, loving the feel of it hot and smooth in her mouth.
Ray reached for the sides of her head and held her firmly while he drove his cock fully into the hot, sucking O formed by her lips. This was the last session for Ray, and he held nothing back. He hammered the thick, gnarled hunk of meat in and out viciously.
Lola was frantic to possess Marty now; it was the only thing her confused mind could understand and accept. She let out a soft whimper of need and moved her hand up to open the clasp at the top of his pants and push the zipper down.
Marty gasped as he felt her hands slip inside and brush against the stiff shaft of his cock briefly. The touch of the wild hunk of meat was too much for Lola, and she frantically pushed his pants down, pulling his shorts with them.
Marty's stiff cock snapped upward as it slipped free of the constricting shorts, and he let out a husky gasp of delight as her hand found his hard tool and began to stroke and tease the throbbing knob.
Ray had been thinking about Sheila's hot lips around his cock all day, and it was just a matter of seconds before he was blowing his load.
His thick dork lurched, and a long stream of creamy rich come jetted from the knob, filling her mouth. Sheila gurgled with pure delight and sucked it back, savoring every drop and milking his big rod as he kneaded his balls, urging even more of the hot elixir from their tender storehouses.
Marty was impatient for her now. He kicked his pants and shorts aside; then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her in the center and fell on top of her, a low groan of need leaving his tightly clenched teeth as he felt her huge, hard-tipped breasts digging into the flesh of his chest.
His senses reeled under the wonder of her, the heat from her moving body, the smell of musky female need, the sound of her soft little moans of desire. He reached down to cup and fondle the firm, resilient cheeks of her ass, pulling her up against him, drawing the hot, hungry lips of her parted cunt tightly against his stiff, throbbing cock.
Lola was in a world of her own now. Nothing mattered but the feel of him against her. She let out a shrill cry of desire as Marty pressed his lips against hers; her tongue surged forth into his mouth, and he answered the first exploratory probe of the hot lance with a thrust of his own, bringing his tongue to meet hers.
The blow job had only served to whet Ray's appetite. He had a lot of fucking to squeeze into this last night, and he fully intended to get all he could. He spun around into a sixty-nine position, letting her keep his cock in her mouth; then, with a soft groan of need, he bent over her and let his lips press lightly against the sensitive hollow of her inner thigh.
They paused there for just a second, then slowly trailed upward, setting Sheila's tingling flesh on fire.
She was ready for it, and Marty knew it. He became the aggressor now, rolling back and settling between her open legs. He reached for his cock with his right hand and guided the thick, fully unshrouded and glistening knob between her open, moist cuntlips.
This was the only answer for Lola, and she wanted it as badly as he did. She reached up to cup his buttocks and whimpered as she pulled him into her. A shrill cry of delight filled the room as she hauled him in tight.
Marty groaned and hammered his hips forward, pistoning his big prick as far into her as he could with the first stroke. Even then it wasn't deep enough, hard enough, vicious enough to satisfy Lola's ravenous craving. She encouraged him with her sensuous cries of animal need, urging him even deeper, and Marty gave her what she wanted, driving in and out, slamming inch after inch of thick, pulsing meat into her hot, clutching twat.
He fucked her hard, hammering his big tool in and out of her like hot steel into a forge, rotating his hips to press his big pulsating head against parts of her aching cunny that had never experienced the pressure before.
There was no holding back for Marty now; he fucked her furiously, giving her every inch of grinding, probing prick he had, driving her wild with the feel of it.
Beads of glistening sweat broke out on his muscular body as he drove down at her frantically, pistoning his pulsating cock deeper and deeper into her twitching, milking box.
Ray's cock grew completely stiff, regaining its hardness in Sheila's mouth as she began to work on him again. A pearl-shaped droplet of shimmering juice sprang free of the thick slit in the tip of his cock, and Sheila tasted the salty, tangy fluid, savoring it, loving it . . .
She moaned softly as she sucked it back, and Ray groaned as he shoved his tongue deep into her cunt, lapping hungrily. Sheila eagerly accepted his thick rod as it drove deeper and deeper into her mouth, offering her box to him in return.
Vern had stripped, and his cock was up, hard and ready. He stroked it slowly for a few seconds, enjoying watching them work on each other; then he was no longer satisfied with looking alone. He climbed up onto the bed, moving around behind Sheila's dimpled ass and settling on his knees. His eyes were riveted to the plump, firm hillocks as he transferred saliva from his mouth to the tip of his cock and spread it over the big throbbing knob quickly; then he leaned forward, bending slightly to part her cheeks as he aimed his big prick at the tight brown hole nestled between them.
Sheila's body shook with pure delight as she felt the pressure of his massive knob against her tight asshole. She sucked Ray's cock deep into her mouth and whimpered with delight as Vern reached for her hips and held her firmly.
He groaned with lusty pleasure, then hammered his hips forward. There was little lubrication, and the sensation was great for Vern as his smooth, pulsating knob pressed against the tight orifice. Sheila let out a soft gurgle of delight around Ray's cock as Vern groaned and shoved harder. A blissful sensation swept through him as he felt his throbbing knob pop through the stretching gates to her ass and stroke deeply inside.
Lola humped and twisted wildly below Marty. She climbed wildly upward toward the peak; then her entire being shattered as she reached her culmination. Her body froze for a second, enraptured by the first stabbing wonder of it; then it shook in a frenzy of satisfied lust.
The feel of her culmination was all Marty had been waiting for. He gave forth a deep groan and drove his huge cock as far as he could into her, burying it up to his big, tender, swaying sac. Instantly Lola marveled at the feel of the big knob lurching frantically, and a spurting stream of molten come shot deep into her cunt, erupting furiously from the big slit in the tip of his throbbing tool.
They twisted and rocked together as her hot slit milked his big organ, sucking out every ounce of the hot, gushing come that he could deliver.
Leona was going wild at the sight of them, and she could no longer stand back and play the part of spectator. She was filled with a wild, frenzied lust, and it had to be satisfied. She climbed up onto the bed and pulled them apart.
"Me . . . god . . . me ... I need it... "
Marty looked up at her. He could read the lust in her eyes, and he would have liked to be able to throw his root into her, but there was no way without a few seconds' breather. His cock was semi-erect at best.
Still, he knew Leona needed something to take her mind off her desire, and he was anxious for some kind of action while he was waiting for a good stiff hard-on.
He reached for Leona, pushing her down onto her back; then he looked over at Lola and grinned.
"Straddle her mouth, baby; let her eat you."
Lola was still hot for action. She could see that Marty was out of the game for a while, and the idea of having Leona eat her appealed a good deal. Before Leona had a chance to argue the point, Lola moaned and dropped downward.
For a split second Leona fought; this wasn't what she'd had in mind. But the smell and taste of Lola's hot cunt grinding down against her mouth was stimulating beyond belief, and she began to gnaw and lap at the swollen lips of Lola's hot slit almost instantly.
Ten good solid strokes from Vern's hot tool left Sheila begging for more. She could think of nothing but the combined feel of Ray's tongue below and the steadily building, wondrous sensation caused by the furious pistoning of Vern's wildly reaming prick.
In a matter of minutes her body was shuddering with impending release. The feel of it was telegraphed to both studs, and they worked on her harder, Ray furrowing his face even deeper between her hot thighs, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into her. He groaned and arched himself upward off the bed as his thick knob jerked deeply inside Sheila's wildly sucking mouth. A long, hot stream of come shot into her throat, and as it came, Sheila made it over the top, exploding wildly.
She swallowed again and again, savoring the springing wads of hot come as he emptied his heavy balls of their burning pay load.
Vern could feel her bucking with pleasure each time she received a thick, rich gush, and it was enough to bring him to his climax. He drove his thick tool completely into the hot, embracing flesh of her ass, slamming his balls against her cheeks, and the long, thick shaft of his prick exploded, spilling forth a huge deluge of creamy hot semen.
The feel of it ricocheting off the inner walls of her rectum doubled Sheila's already indescribably pleasure, and she came close to blacking out as she thrilled to it.
Leona was applying herself to her task eagerly now. The idea of eating Lola's hot slit was all-encompassing to her suddenly. Her tongue slipped out from between her sensuous lips to work around the hot, swollen canyon slowly, savoring every drop of sweet, flowing honey she could find.
Lola's eyes were closed tightly as her face furrowed with passion. She tossed her head back, letting her long, shimmering red hair cascade over her back as she began to moan softly, thrilling to the feel of Leona's wildly probing tongue.
She filled her hands with the big orbs of her own breasts, teasing the nipples until they grew hard and started to throb frantically.
Leona's tongue explored the hot, wet canyon hungrily; then she found the stiff, pulsating bud of Lola's clitoris with her teeth and began to nibble at it tantalizingly.
Just watching them was enough to bring Marty back up again. He had his huge, erect organ clutched in his hands, and was stroking it lovingly. A deep groan gurgled free of his throat, and Lola opened her eyes to stare at his hard prick. The sight of the large knob throbbing powerfully, unshrouded with each stroke of his hand, and shimmering in all its glory brought a strange wave of accelerated desire raging through her.
Marty grinned as he looked into her passion-glazed eyes. He knew what she wanted; he couldn't miss it. She was whimpering softly, completely under the spell of Leona's frantic muff-diving, and she wanted the feel of his cock in her mouth.
He stood up and moved forward, holding his thick cock out to her, and Lola's head shot forward instantly. She was mouthing his throbbing organ, sucking the hot, pulsating length of his shaft deep into her eager chasm, and polishing the massive, pulsing, blood-engorged knob with her lashing hot tongue.
Ray was still panting, fighting for breath when Vern sat up beside Sheila's heaving form. The tight, hot feel of her ass surrounding and draining his cock had been good, but Vern wanted her in the cunt now.
He stared at the glistening blonde fluff covering her pink swollen cuntlips, and he moved his hand to his thick, stiff cock, stroking it slowly for a second. Then he shifted over to her and dropped down between her golden, spread thighs. He guided the wet, gleaming head of his swollen prick between the pink, tender, open slit of her cunt; then he slipped his hands under to cup the hot cheeks of her ass as his powerful buttocks clenched and his hips thrust forward.
Leona's hot, sucking mouth became more demanding now . . . . . .probing. . . . . . nibbling ..."*-. . . tasting . . . . . . thrilling every centimeter of Lola's quivering pussy.
It drove Lola wild, and she had to have the hot come from Marty's cock spurting into her mouth. Her hands slipped slowly up Marty's corded muscular thighs to cup and caress the precious weight of his hairy, heavy sac.
Marty wanted it as badly as she did now. His hand threaded through her hair, holding her head still as he hammered his hips back and forth, burying the knob of his big, throbbing rod deeper and deeper into her throat.
Even despite the earlier action, it was fast for him. His cock slammed as far as was humanly possible into her mouth, and she felt the heavy balls cupped in her palms quiver with the quake to come. Lola wanted that hot come. God, how she wanted it! She forced even more of his stiff prick into her mouth.
At the feel of it, Marty groaned, and Lola shook with delight as she felt the huge cock jerk and deliver the first gush of hot, creamy come into her throat. She sucked on the stiff, lurching shaft wildly until she had drained him, and as the last hot wad shot into her, she went over the top herself, grinding her hot cunt down against Leona's hungry mouth.
Vern was hot for it, his body trembling with the desire that filled him. He marveled at the feel of Sheila's cunt seemingly virgin tight as it yielded, accepting his meaty shaft.
He had planned to work on her slowly, to take his time feeding the big rod to her, but he was no longer controlling the seduction; it was Sheila who demanded of him, and he who gave to her.
She took his tantalizingly slow strokes eagerly, allowing more and more of his powerful cock into the silky, clutching sheath until finally Vern had buried eight inches of aching, throbbing prick into her. She rewarded the massive tool by instantly picking up the naturally complementing motions of lovemaking, raising and lowering her firm dimpled ass, rotating the hot cheeks against the sheet below.
Ray was very much aware of their passion, and he moved up onto his knees beside them as he watched them begin to settle into the rhythmic bliss of a shared fuck. The sight brought his big cock up stiff with renewed life, and he reached for it, stroking it lovingly as he watched them.
Sheila's attention was drawn to his prick instantly. She stared at the huge, one-eyed monster, watching breathlessly as a shimmering droplet of milky semen formed in the big slit in its tip. The sight brought a sensual shiver through her body.
"Oh, my god, don't waste it... in my mouth . . . please . . . hurry ..."
Ray grinned and moved forward. He held the twitching shaft still as he let the knob touch her lips. Sheila moaned and closed her eyes. Her tongue snaked out and took the pearly drop. The salty, tangy taste of it thrilled her, and Ray groaned at the touch of her tongue. He moved quickly, throwing his leg across her to kneel across her full, heavy breasts.
His hands cupped her red cheeks as he lifted her head slightly and moved his hips forward, sliding his glistening prick deep into her mouth.
Marty paused by the dresser. He sucked in a deep drag off his cigarette; then he shook the match out and dropped it into the ashtray. His eyes moved back across to the bed and the lush, glistening bodies on it.
"How about you two putting on a little show for me? I'd like to watch the two of you balling each other."
By this time Lola was game for anything; she was ready to try whatever he suggested. Leona had no particular desire to make love with Lola, but she was more than a little peeved by the obvious fact that Lola was Marty's favorite choice for lovemaking, and she was just excess baggage. She wanted Marty's cock favoring her, and if it would please him to watch the two of them make love, then that was what she would give him.
Without giving the idea further thought, she rolled over on top of Lola and began to rub her flushed, sensitive body against the redhead's well-rounded flesh.
The action took Lola off guard. The flames of need had been well kindled in her already, and to her surprise, she instantly felt herself responding to the feel of Leona's brushing flesh.
It surprised Leona, too, to find that she was fully enjoying the melding of their flesh. What had begun as a show for Marty suddenly became a needed seduction for her, and she forgot Marty as she warmed to the wild, deliciously depraved sensation.
After a few seconds, rubbing together wasn't enough for Leona, and without hesitation, she lifted herself slightly and dropped between Lola's spread legs. She stared at Lola's fiery cunt hair for a second; then, with a soft whimper, she buried her head between the golden, spread thighs and slipped her hands under Lola's ass. She pulled the redhead up to her and began to drink from the sweet, hot fountain.
Lola's reaction was instantaneous and intense.
Her body rocked up off the bed, and she let out a wild shriek of delight. The sound of it was enough to convince Leona that she wasn't alone in this delicious feeling. A hot flash of desire and pleasure surged through her, and she spun around, then dropped to offer the hot, moist lips of her cunt to Lola's mouth. She wanted the feel of Lola's hot tongue in her pussy, and she didn't have long to wait.
Lola whimpered lustily and closed her eyes as she reached up and cupped her hands around the firm flesh of Leona's ass. She held them for a second, then pulled Leona's hot slit down to her waiting mouth.
Ray loved the feel of her mouth surrounding his cock. He had never met a woman who could use her mouth like that, milking, stripping his thick rod gently, yet with a passionate violence that left him panting for breath.
Little gurgles of delight flooded forth from around his buried prick as he rolled forward onto his knees and began to fuck her delicious mouth with relish, using short, slow strokes at first, then pushing the smooth throbbing head of his cock deeper and deeper, pressing it powerfully against the back of her palate.
The feel of both of them feeding cock to her was indescribably wonderful. Vern screwing her hot cunt royally while Ray's prick probed deeply into her mouth was fantastic. She twisted her hips, bounced her ass and sucked frantically on the meat in her mouth.
The superb thrill of it, the exquisite pleasure that filled her drove her upward toward her peak like a wild bolt of lightning. She climaxed violently, her hot, humping body shuddering as though it would explode.
In response she felt the deeply embedded prick in her cunt spurting forth a surging torrent of burning semen. She hung there, poised on the crest of perfection for a split second; then the room echoed Ray's deep groan of gratification, and she began to swallow the gushing deluge erupting from his lurching knob.
Marty was getting a far better show than he had hoped for. Raw, sensuous flesh flashed wildly in front of his eyes as the two broads worked on each other feverishly, striving wildly to satisfy the raging infernos of desire they had built in each other.
He stepped closer to the bed and grinned as he watched them lapping hungrily at each other. He sensed that they were oblivious to him as they twisted and undulated, locked together in a sweating, slippery mass of shining, aroused flesh.
Lola was arched up off the bed as taut as a bow string. She was nearing her crisis quickly, and Marty watched Leona work even harder as she sensed it.
When they came, they made it together, their unrestrained, moistly muffled moans of delight filling his ears and sending a wild chill up his spine.
At the sound his cock shot into its fully erect state, and he became aware of the fact that it was throbbing almost painfully.
A deep gurgle of need filled his throat as he moved up onto the bed. He reached for Leona and pushed her roughly off Lola; then he stared down at her as he encircled his hard organ lovingly and began to jack himself off slowly.
For a second it was enough to look at her passion-clouded face, a half-frown on it now, due to the frustration of losing Leona's tongue as she floated blissfully down from her crisis. She wanted the feel of that stimulation as she came down, and she opened her eyes to see what had happened to Leona.
She found herself staring at Marty's hard cock, and she knew what she wanted.
"Hurry . . . god . . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... "
She spread her long legs wide apart and shifted her hands to her breasts, taking her own hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting them passionately. Marty couldn't deny her. He slipped between her inviting thighs and brushed aside one of her hands, replacing it with his mouth. His lips captured the firm tip. As his tongue began to work on it, he felt her hand slipping down between their bodies, searching for his thick cock, finding it and stroking gently, yet demandingly.
Vern looked down at his drooping cock and grinned broadly.
"Christ, I think we could all use a rest. Look, how about the three of us going over to my place; that way we won't have any interruptions."
Ray laughed huskily and leaned back on his haunches.
"Great idea. I'm sure the others won't miss us, and we can have a swim before we start balling again."
Sheila frowned slightly.
"I don't know if we should; Marty might know ..."
Ray cut her off.
"To hell with him, baby; we're having a ball. If they don't like it, they can come looking for us."
Sheila didn't seem too convinced, but both Ray and Vern knew only too well it would be an excellent way to see to it that their wives were unable to take advantage of more than one man. It served their purposes, and deep down both of them were fully enjoying Sheila in a threesome ball, and they wanted more of the same.
They cut off her protests, sensing that they were only half-hearted in the first place, and helped her dress before they got into their own clothes.
Marty had fed most of his cock into Lola's oozing slit. She moaned wildly and arched herself up to him. She wanted it all, and Marty obliged her, his hips lashing against her viciously. Watching the two of them working on each other had built a fiery lust in Marty, and he fucked her hard, his own satisfaction paramount to him now.
His thoughts were of nothing but the exquisite friction, the soft moans she uttered, the squeezing suction of her hot cunt around his deeply embedded knob.
In a matter of minutes he was pouring what seemed like gallons of thick, hot rich cream into her, and she was taking it eagerly, milking his big prick for all it was worth until little rivulets of shimmering white come oozed out around his lurching shaft and formed a silvery pool on the sheet below.
For them it was exquisite, and they collapsed in exhaustion, still clinging tightly to each other. For Leona it was hell; one could no longer rationalize the situation. As far as they were concerned, she didn't even exist.
Anger and resentment filled her.
"What the hell is it? Am I black or something?"
The question fell on closed ears, and she repeated it, almost in a scream this time.
Marty opened his eyes and looked up at her. He shrugged and opened his mouth to speak, but Lola beat him to it.
"You know the old saying, honey; three's a crowd. Why don't you go on into the other bedroom and send a man back in your place-any man!"
Leona tried to speak but nothing came out. She spun around and left the room.
Chapter Eleven
The acrid sensual smell of spent semen and lust-induced perspiration filled the bedroom, and when Leona opened the door and stepped inside, it filled her nostrils and brought a small shiver of awareness through her.
Finding the room empty surprised her a little, and she paused as she let some of the anger seep out of her. She moved across to the connecting bathroom and looked inside, and finding it empty, too, she moved back into the hallway and checked the rest of the house. When she had finished, she returned to the room Lola and Marty were sharing.
"I can't find the others."
Marty and Lola were very much enraptured by their mutual caressing, and they paid no attention to her. Leona's anger was growing by the second, and she damn near brought the walls down as she shouted.
"For Christ sake, take a breather, will you?"
Marty rolled over onto his side to face her and frowned as he pulled his hand from the wet folds of Lola's oozing crotch.
"So what the hell's the panic? They're all over twenty-one. They can look after themselves."
Lola slowly drifted down off her cloud and turned to face Leona.
"What's wrong?"
Marty shook his head slowly and answered for her.
"Ray and Vern have fucked off someplace with Sheila."
Lola sat up slightly and shook her head slowly, clearing away some of the passion-induced fuzz filling it.
"Where did they go?"
Leona snapped impatiently. "That's what I'd like to know."
Marty was more than a little perturbed at having Leona come back into the room; he really had Lola going, and had been just about ready to slip it to her. It was obvious to him that Leona's great discovery was turning Lola off faster than a cold shower, and he wasn't about to sit back and let it happen.
He looked over at Leona.
"Look, baby, we don't need them; if you want them, go and find them. They won't be far away."
Lola wasn't about to dismiss it that quickly. She couldn't quite figure out why, but Ray's absence bothered her. He hadn't been himself all evening, and she would have felt a hell of a lot better if she knew where he was.
Marty could see that it was still bothering her, and started getting pissed off. He sat up on the edge of the bed and snapped at Leona.
"Like the lady said earlier, three's a crowd. Now fuck off."
Leona had nothing to stay for, and her determination to find Vern was stronger now than before. She left the room without another word, and the second she turned around to go Marty reached for Lola.
She backed off from him a little.
"Maybe something happened; perhaps we should go with her."
Marty cursed softly and grasped her firmly by the shoulders, pushing her back down onto the bed.
"Nothing happened; they're just using another location, that's all. Let's get back to where we left off."
He threw himself over her, settling onto his knees and resting his eyes on her parted, pink slit.
"Relax, baby, they'll turn up. What you need is a good fuck, and I'm just the boy to give it to you."
Confusion reigned supreme in Lola's mind. Nothing seemed to make sense to her any more. She and Marty had worked each other up for another bout before Leona's arrival back in the bedroom, and she was as hot for loving as he was. She pushed aside all other thoughts and let her body relax.
Marty grinned and reached for his huge unsheathed prick.
He fitted the thick, bulbous head between her flowing, glistening cuntlips, then hammered his hips forward, pistoning the hot meat into her. Lola whimpered with need and arched her back eagerly, welcoming his initial thrust, eager to take every inch he had to offer.
She wound her arms around him tightly and slipped her hands over his shoulders, then moved them down to cup the muscular cheeks of his pistoning buttocks as he began to ram his big dork into her. Her body convulsed frantically at the wondrous feel of that big tool, and she gave forth a shrill series of wild whimpers of passionate need as she felt the heavy weight of his swaying sac slap against the moist crack of her ass.
Marty needed it badly, and he had been half-expecting her to fight him. She was just the opposite, and he groaned with pleasure as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her, filling her with every vicious thrust.
Lola forgot Ray now; she forgot everything as she thrilled to the ecstasy of his every hammering plunge.
Leona froze in her tracks. A wave of relief spread over her slowly as the sound of giggling and masculine laughter filled her ears. Without rounding the corner of the building, she knew they were in the pool.
Suddenly now that she had found them, she wasn't ready to face them. She didn't even know why she was there. She had been spurned by Marty and Lola; that had started her. But what was she going to say to Vern? What did she expect of him?
The idea of walking in on them and telling Vern she was mad because of what Marty and Lola had done to her seemed absolutely ridiculous. She felt like a kid who wasn't allowed to play a game with the other kids, so she had come running home to mommy.
It was a ticklish situation to say the least. She couldn't speak with conviction about it, because she didn't even understand it herself. She felt lost and very much alone.
She made no move to walk out onto the patio area. Instead, she backed up and moved through the living room across to the bar. She tried desperately to think, to rationalize as she poured herself out a good portion of straight Scotch.
Vern climbed out of the pool just as Ray lifted his lips from Sheila's hot pussy and shifted forward on his knees between her spread thighs. Vern grinned as he moved over beside them and watched Ray grasp his throbbing wang in his right hand and press the thick knob inside her hot slit. Then he circled it with his hand, watching an expression of unrepressed lust form on Sheila's face as he worked it around and around slowly.
Marty was good, and he had Lola completely transformed into his love slave within a matter of minutes. He fucked her slowly, making her hot, eager body beg for the feel of each deep plunge, and Lola lost herself to the wondrous feel of it.
Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow as she closed her eyes tightly and filled the room with the soft moans of her need. She wanted him hard; she wanted it to hurt. She wanted to forget everything but the feel of that big, juicy, hot hunk of throbbing meat.
She dug her nails into the clenched flesh of his ass as the first wild shudder of ecstasy ripped through her. Marty felt her hit the top; and he gave her what she wanted-hot wads of come. The first gush doubled Lola's pleasure, and her body reacted instantly. Marty let out a deep groan of delight as he felt her tight little cunt grip his knob; then he pumped his balls empty of the rich, hot sperm, filling her milking pussy with it.
Ray was past the point of having to satisfy his lust quickly. He was really enjoying Sheila's body now, without the emotional strain of wondering where it would lead him.
This would be his last chance at her, and he was going to fully reap all the blissful pleasure that she had to offer. He wanted her every way possible, and he wanted it to last and be good for both of them.
He fucked her hot, tight cunt for a long time, watching her face as he thrust his big prick in and out of her, gauging the height of her passion, seeing to it that she was always aroused and yet never too close to blowing her wad.
After a long time he felt himself becoming aware of his own need, and he knew he wanted more than her delicious pussy. He wanted to ream her hot ass and spill his pumping come deep into her clutching bowels.
He pulled his cock back out of her, and Sheila groaned in frustration and arched herself up to him.
"Don't quit now . . . Christ. . . fuck me . . . fuck me ... "
Ray grinned down at her, and Vern moved in close as Ray reached down and lifted her legs, placing one on each of his shoulders.
"Don't worry, baby, I wouldn't quit now; I just want your ass."
He grasped his cock and moved it forward as he parted the cheeks of her firm, dimpled buttocks with his free hand.
A wild rage of frustrated desire lashed through Sheila as she felt the big knob of his throbbing meat pushing against the puckered entrance to her anus. He sensed her eagerness for it and teased her for a second, letting the massive head pulse rhythmically against the little brown hole, and it drove Sheila mad.
She let out a shrill cry of determination and threw herself up to him, and Ray grinned as he shoved his hips forward. The throbbing knob of his cock slid through the tight opening and surged into her deliciously tight chasm.
Lola was conscious of movement on the bed; then she felt Marty's hands on her, stroking her hot flesh. She came down from the wonderful cloud of bliss and caught the last of his words.
"... blow it baby . . . blow it... "
With the consciousness that his movements brought came the nagging worry about what was wrong with Ray. She didn't want to face it. . . she couldn't . . .
Instead, she moved up onto her knees in front of him and moved forward, opening her mouth to draw his big cock inside.
Marty let out a throaty moan of pleasure and grinned.
"That's it, baby . . . suck the fucking come right out of me . . . love it, baby . . . love it ... "
Ray loved the feel of her ass. It was so bloody tight, yet it had been used to taking a cock before, and there was no problem feeding the entire length of his throbbing wang into her. He felt as though he were going to see his knob pop out of her mouth at any moment.
He was in bliss, the pleasure of it welling up in him, sweeping down out of his heavily laden balls to spread like wildfire through his system.
He gently cupped the cheeks of Sheila's hot, firm ass as he slowly stroked his cock in and out of the sweet valley between her hillocks. Sheila was living his pleasure with him, completely aware of just how good it felt for both of them. She kept her hips in motion, matching each stroke, adding to their pleasure, and her uninhibited cries of abandon and joy attested to how good it was for her.
Leona was slowly getting things into their proper perspective, not that she had anything outlined clearly in her mind, but at least she felt a little more confident of what was happening to her now. She didn't have a clue how she was going to go about straightening it out, but at least she did want it straightened out, and that was a start. - She emptied her glass and returned to the bar for a refill. The booze helped to take away some of the emotional aches, and she was in need of all the help she could get at the moment. She refreshed the glass with as good a portion as the first; then she moved back across the room and dropped down onto the couch.
Ray would have liked to make the ass-fuck last a long time, but it was too good for him. He had to let himself go, give himself to her and let her hot, clutching flesh suck his hot meat up to the balls. She seemed to sense he was ready to blow, and he quivered ecstatically as he felt her lash over the top, her body convulsing wildly with her first shooting surge of release.
As she went, her little ass went wild, the hot flesh clutching and releasing his cock frantically.
It was enough to finish Ray. He went with her, his jerking prick delivering a deluge of thick, creamy rich come. It gushed forth in powerful spurting wads, splattering against the tight walls of her anal passage.
Marty had no way of knowing why Lola was suddenly giving the blow job everything she had. He didn't take the trouble to make himself aware of her inner conflict, because he just didn't give a damn.
What he did give a damn about was the way she was mouthing his big tool. He was no longer the aggressor; it was Lola who was running the action.
She started by stripping the thick, massive prick gently in and out of her mouth, blowing and sucking on it tantalizingly; then she brought her teeth into play none too gently, nibbling at the length of his powerful, throbbing cock.
Marty groaned huskily and leaned back from her, taking his cock from her mouth.
"The balls, baby . . . suck on the balls ..."
He closed his eyes and reached for his cock, stroking it slowly as Lola did as she was asked, claiming his hot sac with her mouth. She sucked one tender sphere inside, then the other, teasing and polishing them with her tongue.
Marty let her work on his nuts for a long time; then his hand wasn't enough on his prick. He pushed her head away and offered her the length of his cock again.
Lola whimpered softly and closed her eyes as she sucked the big, vermilion knob into her mouth and began to work on it. She polished the massive head with her tongue, lolling it, sucking it, nipping lustily at the throbbing meat.
Ray was completely drained by the time he had regained enough strength to pull his lax cock back out of Sheila's ass and drop down onto the warm grass beside her.
A broad smile of satisfaction covered his face as he looked up at Vern.
"Christ . . . it's almost enough to make you wonder if what we've got planned is the right thing."
Even as Ray mouthed the words, Vern knew he didn't mean them; yet he shared with Ray the blissfully free conscience about what they were doing, both knowing full well that this was the last of the swapping for them and both knowing that they might as well make it good.
He returned Ray's grin and looked over at Sheila, who was completely mystified by their conversation. Somehow having her not part of their confidence just served to make it all the better, and Vern felt his already stiff cock harden even more.
"Sheila, baby, you're about to be fucked like you were never fucked before."
That was something Sheila did understand. She smiled and spread her thighs invitingly.
"Climb into the saddle, lover."
Ray chuckled and stood up.
"Take your time; I'll fix us some drinks while you're at it."
Vern nodded and dropped down between Sheila's spread thighs. He aimed the pulsating knob of his big tool at the clutching warmth of her cunt; then he reached up to fill his palms with the firm flesh of her big breasts. He fondled and caressed them as he began to feed his thick, aching prick into her honey-filled pussy.
Lola was taking as much as she could of Marty's big prick, thrilling to the feel of the big knob throbbing against the back of her throat at the end of each stroke. Her hands were busy lifting and caressing the dangling spheres of his blissfully aching balls.
She wanted nothing but the feel of his hot seed in her mouth now, and she began to move her head back and forth, letting the big wang slip almost completely out of her mouth before frantically sucking it back inside as deep as she could get it.
Marty had never felt anything quite like it. She was a wild, demanding animal. She was using him. His prick, his nuts didn't belong to him; her need had commandeered them, and what she was doing for him was so good that he let her take him gladly.
He knew she had to have his load, and the knowledge was too much to ignore.
His muscular body tensed, and he gurgled uncontrollably as a molten gush of come spurted free of his nuts and ripped through his quivering cock, to be sucked back eagerly by the hot, clutching depths of Lola's mouth and on down her throat.
It was like a long train, one long, hot stream . . . . . . then another . . . . . . and another . . . . . . and another . . . . . . wad after hot, creamy wad . . . . . . Lola swallowed frantically . . . . . . again
and again.
She drained him completely; then, finally, after he had nothing more to give, she released his limp cock and fell back onto the bed.
Ray was lost in his thoughts and didn't even notice Leona sitting on the couch on the other side of the room as he entered and crossed over to the bar.
He helped himself to three glasses and used the bottle Leona had just opened to pour out three good stiff drinks.
Leona felt uncomfortable at his entry into the room. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, yet she sensed that simply sitting and waiting would accomplish nothing.
Her first reaction to seeing Ray had been to get up and slip out of the room, but the chances of her making it without him noticing were damned near nil; besides, she had to face it eventually.
Ray finished pouring the drinks and turned, looking for a tray to carry them out on. It was then that he spotted Leona. He grinned over at her and leaned back against the bar.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
Leona was silent for a second, wondering exactly what she should say. Finally she shrugged and smiled.
"I was here when you came in."
Ray's smile broadened.
"Well, don't just sit there-c'mon and join the party. We've really got things ..."
His sentence died in his throat there as he remembered his pact with Vern. He had put his foot in it, and he flushed as he tried to get it out.
"... we were just going to have a drink. You want one?"
Leona looked down at her near-empty glass and nodded.
"Yes, I could use one."
Ray moved across to her and took the glass out of her hand, then moved back over to the bar to refill it. When he turned around, he saw the tears forming in Leona's eyes despite her attempt to brush them aside.
He stopped, holding out her drink to her.
"What's wrong?"
There was genuine concern in his voice. If there hadn't been, Leona might have been able to pull herself back together; as it was, the flood of tears really got underway.
"Oh, god . . . god . . . what's wrong? ... if only I knew."
Ray would have given his right arm to be anywhere in the world but here, but there was no getting out of it now. He set her drink down on the coffee table in front of her, and stood staring foolishly down at her.
Leona looked up at him after a few seconds and shook her head slowly. She reached out and took the glass, then tipped it up, draining half of it at once.
Ray sensed she was in bad shape, and he tried to think of some way to snap her out of it.
"Look, it can't be all that bad. I'll go get Vern, and you can iron it out."
He turned and left her, thankful to have it off his hands.
He found Vern and Sheila in much the same position they had been in when they'd left them. Vern was fucking her with long, slow strokes, and Sheila was happily rotating her hips in perfect rhythm with each long thrust of his wang.
Ray moved up beside them, dropping down onto his knees beside them.
"Vern, I think you'd better go inside. Leona is pretty worked up."
Vern looked at him, staring across with a vacant, lust-filled look.
"Fuck off, will you, Ray? Christ, you just had her; I'll be finished in a few minutes."
Ray reached out and put his hand on Vern's shoulder.
"Listen to me, will you?"
Sheila reached up and pushed his hand away.
"You heard the man-fuck off!"
Ray shook his head slowly and stood up. He stood there feeling useless for a few seconds as he watched Vern release the big, firm tit he had in his hand and move his mouth to it, capturing the big, swollen nipple between his lips and letting his tongue brush back and forth over it gently.
Sheila groaned hoarsely as Vern brought his teeth into play, nipping at it as he fucked her furiously below with slow, powerful strokes of his thick, throbbing prick, and Ray knew it was useless to try to break it up at this point.
Lola opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then moved her gaze across the room to where Marty was lighting up a cigarette. He offered her one, and she shook her head, then returned her eyes to the ceiling.
The idiocy of the whole thing suddenly dawned on her. Here she was, alone with Marty, trying to lose herself emotionally in his body ... or more pointedly, his cock. She didn't want him; she didn't even particularly like him as a man, yet she was here, and Ray was god only knew where.
She thought back to what he had said about the swapping, about where it could lead them, and now she could see what he had been getting at, and she wished to hell that she had been able to see it then.
She rolled off the bed and walked slowly across the room, picking up her clothing as she moved.
Marty sensed that her mood had changed, and he was a little uneasy about it. He wanted more loving from her, and deep down inside, he realized that if he let her walk out of the room, it was over.
He had no idea what was eating her, but he was certain that he could snap her out of it if he fed her a little cock. He reached out for her, catching her arm as she went by.
She looked up at him and shook her head slowly.
"You've had your last kick from me, Marty; go find somebody else."
Ray moved back into the house. He found Leona still sitting on the couch, and he searched for the right words.
"Uh . . . Vern will be in in a sec . . . can I fix you another drink?" Leona's face paled. She lifted her glass to her mouth and drained it; then she set it down on the coffee table and stood up. She looked at Ray briefly.
"Thanks for trying."
Before Ray could say anything else, she turned and walked down the hallway. He heard the bathroom door close behind her, and shook his head slowly; then he moved over to the bar and picked up one of the glasses he had filled earlier. He drained it, then lifted the second one and carried it across the room to the open sliding glass doors.
Vern and Sheila were still going strong. He could hear the slap-slap of Vern's big balls as they met Sheila's raised buttocks with each deep plunge of his cock into her cunt. Their soft, passionate moans drifted across to him lazily as he watched them.
Vern was on cloud nine. He hammered his big cock in and out of her viciously. Sheila was in high gear, giving him everything she knew how to give, her ass humping rhythmically, her tight, eager cunt clutching, milking his big, throbbing prick.
Ray knew Leona was in bad shape, and needed some kind of support immediately. He had never seen her so depressed, so devoid of all feeling.
He stood watching Vern and Sheila for a few more seconds; then he cursed them softly and set his glass down.
He moved down the thickly carpeted hallway to the bathroom and knocked. He got no answer, so he tried the door. It wasn't locked. He pushed it open and stepped inside.
It was obvious what she had done. There were three empty prescription bottles on the floor, and she was sitting on the John, her eyes already beginning to glaze.
Ray sobered up instantly. He moved for her, pulling her to her feet; then he helped her outside and into the living room. He paused there, dropping her down onto the couch; then he moved quickly, getting into his clothes.
Lola dressed quickly after a short shower. She had a good idea where to find Ray, and when she walked into Vern and Leona's living room, she knew her guess had been right.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Ray cut her off.
"Not now, honey; Leona's taken some bloody pills. Help me get her into the car."
Sheila made it over the top blissfully, shrieking little cries of delight. Her body shuddered wildly, and it was enough to give Vern the push he needed. His thick knob jerked deeply within the confines of her hot slit as the first gushing flow of thick, creamy come spurted forth. Again and again the molten streams spurted into her as Vern pressed tightly against her, grunting his gratification and emptying his heavily laden balls.
Chapter Twelve
Ray shut the bedroom light out and walked across the room slowly. He parted the blinds slightly and pushed the window open.
The fresh, cool evening air, stirred by a light breeze, felt good against his nude body, still tingling from the shower. He sucked in a deep breath and let his eyes move across the row of houses opposite his.
"The For Sale sign is still up at Marty's; he must be having trouble selling it."
Lola stirred slightly in the bed, propping up a pillow behind her.
"The price has to be agreeable to both Sheila and Marty; I think that's where the trouble lies."
Ray shook his head slowly and let the blind drop back into place. He moved across to the dresser and picked up the pack of cigarettes lying there, then turned and offered Lola one.
She nodded, and he moved over to the bed and sat on the edge as he lit two smokes up and handed her one.
"Then they're still serious about breaking up?" Lola accepted the cigarette from him and took a deep drag.
"Yes . . . well, Sheila is anyway. I think Leona's pill-taking episode hit her as hard as it did me. When we were down at the hospital that first night she said something to me about you having hit the nail right on the head, something about them not being married, just living together. She told Marty that night that she wanted a divorce, and it really shook him. I think he's really ready to make some changes to keep them together, but Sheila isn't having any part of it."
Ray nodded and shook his head slowly.
"Funny, isn't it? It takes something that far-out to really make you sit up and take notice. I had decided earlier that day to make a clean break from the swapping; yet it wasn't until Leona took the pills that it really struck home."
Lola smiled and leaned back against the pillow behind her.
"It's rotten to say this, but I'm glad it happened. I was really mixed up inside, and that brought me right out of it. This last week has been heaven-lots of fun, and no conscience to fight."
Ray swung his legs up onto the bed and stretched out beside her.
"Did you hear anything more about Leona?"
Lola shook her head.
"No. Apparently she's suffered a complete nervous breakdown. She'll have to spend at least six months in a rest home, and from what Vern says, that's just a minimum; it could be as long as two years."
Ray frowned and sucked in a deep drag off his cigarette. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke waft upward in the moonlit room.
"It should be quite a test for Vern. I've never seen him so attentive to Leona; I wonder how long it will last with her not at home."
Lola shrugged as she leaned over to crush her cigarette out in the ashtray on the night table beside her bed.
"I don't know, but I'd like to think they're going to come out of this all right. Vern's whole attitude has changed; he's living for nothing but the chance to have Leona back with him. When I talked to the doctor Wednesday, he told me that Vern seemed sincere in his feelings; that's the only reason he offered the hope that she would be out in six months. Apparently if Vern keeps up the vigil the way he has been, Leona could get better a good deal faster."
Ray butted his cigarette and rolled over beside her.
"I hope they make it, too. Now, how about a little loving for your old man?"
Lola chuckled throatily as she reached down to encircle his thick, stiff cock.
"Who are you trying to kid? Name one night this week that you were willing to settle for just a little loving."
