Even with the rising rate of divorce, the liberalized attitude toward sex and the common occurrence of "living together arrangements", most surveys have shown that Americans still overwhelmingly believe in the institution of marriage. But despite that belief, the basic structure and workings of contemporary matrimony are a far cry from those of its predecessors. Today there are more and more families in which both the husband and wife work. There also seems to be more equal sharing of the responsibilities of home and children. And there appears to be a radical change occurring in marital sex mores.
Fred and Janet Moore are an average young American couple who find themselves at a crossroads-their marriage, while solid and filled with mutual respect, has grown routine. The Moores find, however, that they are capable of great flexibility, and manage to change their situation without sacrificing their marriage. While their solution may seem shocking to some, for them mate-trading proves to be a satisfactory outlet and a unifying force.
WIDESPREAD WIVES-the story of one couple's attempt to strengthen their marriage and make it more meaningful. A work of fiction for entertainment, but a story which contains an important message.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Fred felt butterflies in his stomach as he looked at the small young girl. She was pretty in a Latin way, with raven-black hair that fell in soft waves to her tiny shoulders, olive skin framing sparkling white teeth and dark-brown eyes, and small, pointed tits that pressed against the flimsy material of her cheap blouse.
The girl stood watching him like a frightened bird. She was obviously nervous, her fingers trembling as she seemed to read his mind and reached up to pull her blouse free of her short skirt. Fred knew she couldn't be a day over nineteen, and he didn't blame her for being nervous alone with a thirty-nine-year-old man in this cheap hotel room. He was nervous, too. This was the first time Fred had ever made it with a girl this young.
"Don't be afraid," he said softly. "Just take your clothes off." The frightened bird look remained on the young girl's face as she pulled her blouse free of her skirt and began lifting it over her head. Fred felt his balls tingle when he saw the small, frayed bra holding her precious young tits come into view. She was a thin, tiny little girl, but the mounds of her developing tits were full. His tongue coursed his lips as he watched her reach behind her back to unsnap her bra. It came free and she dropped it to the floor, a small blush flooding her young cheeks.
Fred's cock twitched and began to grow as he stared at the pointed mounds bared to his eyes. They weren't large, not nearly as big as those of Janet, his wife, but they were perfectly shaped, like two pears crested with small strawberries for nipples.
For a moment, Fred could hardly believe this was actually happening. He bad gone to the unemployment office for his weekly check this morning and the young girl had been standing with an older man in the line. The older man, who turned out to be the girl's uncle, had pleaded her case in broken English, but the woman behind the counter had politely denied the claim. Fred had offered to help, but the woman behind the counter would not be moved.
He learned that the girl was Puerto Rican, that she had left New York and come to Boston in the hope of finding a job but had been turned down because she had no papers. Using a friend's name, she had collected unemployment in New York, kicking back half to her friend, and she thought she might be able to get it in Boston. Her parents had been killed in a fire and her uncle was her only living relative. Fred told the uncle he was sorry for the girl and would like to help, but explained that the girl had to have worked somewhere in order to pull down unemployment. The uncle nodded knowingly, and then asked Fred to help her. Twenty dollars would see her through the week, the uncle explained, and she'd do anything Fred wanted. If he wanted to make love to her, the girl was willing. The uncle explained this to the girl in Spanish and she nodded her head shyly. The thought of fucking a nineteen-year-old was too good to pass up and Fred agreed, taking the young girl's hand and leading her out of the unemployment office and down the street to a cheap hotel. He'd noticed the sign in the window a dozen times on his way for his weekly visit to the unemployment office. Rooms for three dollars a night, and that was all Fred could afford in his current condition. And now hem they were, alone in a cheap shabby room. Fred motioned to her skirt as she stood before him, and he felt his cock begin to pulse as he watched her dainty young fingers unbutton the garment. His eyes went down to her finely shaped legs and caressed her full thighs as he watched her begin pulling her skirt down. She stepped out of it and stood before him wearing only a pair of bikini panties.
Fred's balls began to throb as he stared at her naked body. She was so young, so tender! He moved closer and reached out to pull her trembling body against his. Leaning down, he placed his mouth against them and snaked his tongue between her soft, pliant lips. Her mouth was sweet, and when he felt her tongue rubbing against his, Fred's system caught fire. Holding her tight and locking his mouth to hers, he reached down and cupped the cheeks of her young ass in his hands. They felt like small, firm grapefruits as he clutched them and began massaging them with his fingers. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slipped them down so he could grasp the naked flesh of her ass. He felt her body quiver, but couldn't tell if it was because she was becoming aroused or if she was frightened. She was neither child nor woman, but something in between. Her body was that of a woman, with everything scaled down. Fred thought of all the young girls he had been noticing lately, of their full asses swaying in tight Levi's and their budding breasts jiggling in tight-fitting T-shirts, sweaters and blouses. His cock felt like it was going to rip through his pants as he realized he was holding just such a girl in his arms right now and he could do anything he wanted with her.
Reluctantly, he pulled free of her warm, delicious young mouth and let go of her tantalizing ass to begin taking his clothes off. He saw her turn her eyes as he pulled his pants off, and her shy innocence made the blood rush through his prick. When he was naked, he grabbed her and spun her around to face him. Then he pulled her panties down, his eyes feasting on her luscious little pubic mound. The slit of her cunt was naked to his view, the pubic hair cresting it lightly. She had a stand of hair on her crotch, but it was thin. Fred knew it would fill out to a full bush as she matured, but it was very exciting to see such a young pussy. He wondered briefly if she was a virgin, but he knew that if she agreed to this for twenty dollars the chances were very slim. He could, in fact, smell the odor of sex on her cunt, and this excited him even more.
Teresa tried to control her trembling body as she stared down at the older man's straining cock. It was so huge! Although she was not a virgin, her experience with men was limited. She had played with men's pricks since the age of six. Her uncle had taught her how to give a man pleasure with her mouth when she was nine, and when she came to Boston she knew she would have to suck him off every morning and every night. Teresa had only been fucked twice: once when she was eleven, and again when she was twelve. But this had been with boys that were sixteen and eighteen, boys with small cocks.
Maybe this man would let her suck him off, she thought as she forced her body to stop trembling and reached down to hesitantly take his cock in her hands. She had to have money. Her uncle said that if she didn't earn money he wouldn't keep her in his apartment.
And where would she go? She pushed this frightening thought from her mind and dropped to her knees before the standing man. Holding his huge cock in her hands, she leaned forward and pressed her small lips against the swollen, red knob at the tip. It was wet and sticky and smelled of salt. She saw a drop of fluid ooze from the small hole at the tip and she darted her tongue from between her lips to begin licking the pulsing cockhead.
Fred stared down at the precious young girl kneeling before him. Her pert little face surrounded by soft waves of gleaming black hair was poised at his crotch. Her small hands were holding his surging prick, and her tongue was caressing the swollen head.
His balls began to rumble as he watched her young mouth open wide and glide forward to capture the tip of his prick. He saw her young lips strain as they glided over the swollen organ and he felt his knees begin to tremble.
Teresa reached in and cupped the older man balls the way her uncle had taught her, caressing them and squeezing them gently as she felt his hard prick slide deep into her young throat. She felt his thighs tremble and a sense of relief flooded her system. Maybe she could make him come this way, in her mouth instead of in her cunt. She kept from gagging as his huge cock completely filled her mouth and throat and she began moving her lips up and down his shaft.
Fred's entire system was on fire! His thighs were shaking like leaves and his balls were aching as he watched the young face swallow his cock. It was as if the depression that had engulfed him for the past several months was suddenly lifted. He stopped thinking of himself as a failure and suddenly he was a superman capable of anything. For months his interest in young girls had increased to the point of desire, and here he was having his cock sucked by a delicious fourteen- year-old! Fred's mild, easy-going manner left him and he became a raging stud. His balls felt like they were weighted down with lead as they filled with sperm, and his cock strained as if it were ready to burst. It was all he could do to hold back. His balls were ready to erupt and send their load down her young throat. But Fred became a man possessed and he wanted to fuck this child-woman until she screamed with pleasure. He reached down and grasped her shoulders, pulling her free of his straining cock and then lifting her roughly to her feet. "No.. . no, please!" she said. "Let me do you that way." Fred smiled at her heavily accented English and reached out to grasp her small, budding tits in his hands. The mounds were firm to his touch, yet the nipples were soft and pliant.
"I suck," the girl said, trying to slide down his muscular body.
"No, baby," Fred said in a husky voice. "We're going to fuck." He felt her body tremble as he pulled her to the sagging bed. Fred knew she was frightened, but for some reason he didn't care. It didn't make any difference what she felt, he was going to satisfy the strange animal lust that had surged through his body and made him ache with desire. Pushing her down on the bed, Fred separated her young legs and stared straight into her young cunt. Her slit opened slightly as he held her legs apart. He could see the pink meat of her vagina. It was dry and Fred recognized that she wasn't stimulated. If he was going to make her scream with pleasure, he'd have to excite her first. Holding her legs widely spread, Fred lowered himself until his lace was poised just above the soft down of her pubic mound. He glanced up and saw the frightened look on the nineteen-year-old girl's face and realized that she'd never had her cunt eaten. Smiling, Fred dropped his mouth to her crotch and began licking the tender young lips of her cunt. Teresa squirmed, trying to move away from this strange oral attack at her most private area, but the man held her tightly against the mattress. Then she felt his probing tongue touch the most sensitive part of her pussy and a tingling sensation raced through her body. It felt good, so good! Fred felt her muscles spasm in her thighs and he doubled his attack on her young clitoris. He had never seen a woman who didn't respond to a hot tongue on her clit!
"Ooohhh!" the young girl sighed, relaxing her muscles and arching her hips to catch more of his exciting tongue.
Fred held her young clit between his lips and began flicking his tongue back and forth as the young girl's body writhed beneath his mouth. Then he reached up and grasped her nipples between his fingers and began massaging them as they became fully erect.
"OOOOooohhh!" Teresa groaned, her whole body on fire now with desire raging through her.
When the young girl's hips began to jerk, Fred pulled his face free of her hot crotch.
"Oh please!" she cried, the fires of her body consuming her with desire. Fred held his hard cock in his hand as he placed himself on his knees between the young girl's thighs. He stroked himself several times as he stared down at the naked girl beneath him, then leaned forward and guided his prick to her open crotch. Lodging his swollen prick in her small cunt, Fred reared back and lunged into her as hard as he could. "AAAAiiiiieeeeeee!" the girl screamed as she felt his huge cock spear her tender body. She felt her cunt stretch to accept his thrust, the walls screaming with pain as they expanded beyond their limits. Teresa felt as if she were being torn apart, gouged out with a cruel knife. "No ... no puedo!" she screamed, reverting to her native tongue to tell him she couldn't stand it.
Fred ignored her cries, concentrating on his cock sliding deep into the nineteen-year-old's body. His balls raged as he saw his shaft disappear into the young girl's cunt. It was so fight it hurt, stretching the skin on his cock to the limit. He held still for a moment to ease the pain, then began slowly sliding in and out of her tight hole. The veins on the shaft of his prick seemed to grind into the walls of tender young cunt. His balls crushed against her firm ass as he thrust as deep as he could inside her.
Teresa thought she was going to faint. The pain shot through every inch of her body. Yet her eyes were glued to her crotch as she watched the thick cock work its way up inside her body. She beat her fists against his arms and she tried to kick him, but he kept thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. The pain reached a peak and the young girl beat her fists on the mattress. Then it subsided and a strange new sensation began flowing through her system.
The pain was still there, but now it felt almost good. Something exciting was happening to her, something she had never experienced before. There was a fire in her groin and it was spreading over her body like wildfire. "Oh! OH! Si! Si!" she exclaimed, throwing her young leg up and wrapping them around his heaving hips.
Fred could control himself no longer. The ache in his balls was demanding release. He braced his hands flat on the bed and began heaving his hips to send his cock raging into her like an out-of-control piston. He dug his prick into her and rammed it to the depths of her womb. "AAaaayyyyy!" she screamed as her body exploded. She felt the hot jets of his sperm racing into her and her fingernails dug into the bedspread until the material ripped apart. Then everything went black and she lost consciousness.
Fred's asshole seemed to contract as his balls sent their final spurt into the girl's ravaged cunt. He held himself still for a moment, his body spearing that of the nineteen-year-old girl, and then he slowly pulled himself to his feet with a deep sigh.
He saw that the girl was unconscious, but her breathing was normal and he knew that she was all right. The girl's inert body on the rumpled bed in the shabby room made him shudder. He scooped up his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed and began to dress. Fred Moore knew he had reached a new low as his eyes flicked across the cheap room. Thirty-nine years old, a graduate electronic engineer with a computer technician rating, married, divorced, and remarried to a twenty-four- year-old beauty, out of work for almost four months, and really on the skids as a human being. Now this. Taking advantage of a nineteen-year-old girl because she needed money to make it through a week. And in this lousy dump of a hotel! He lit a cigarette and pulled himself heavily to his feet. Sympathy welled in his chest as he stared down at the helpless girl on the bed. Sperm was oozing from her cunt where he had poured his fluids into her. Fred reached in his pocket and found thirty dollars in his wallet. He took it and placed it in the girl's hand, wrapping her fingers around it as she remained unconscious. She needs it more than I do, he said to himself as he took a last look at her ravaged body.
Tired, and once again depressed, Fred Moore turned and left the room.
Chapter Two
"How about a weekend in New York, Janet?" Harry Williams asked, a broad smile creasing his handsome young face.
"Sorry, Harry," Janet replied gayly, "but I'm going to spend the weekend with my husband, just like all my other weekends." "No harm in asking," Harry commented with the smile still etched on his lips. "You re a beautiful chick, and sometimes an old man can't keep up with youth."
Inside, Janet bristled at the reference to Fred's age, but she managed to keep the smile on her face.
"There's a lot to say for an older man. He has something you haven't got, for instance," Janet said.
"Name it, chick," Harry responded.
"Experience and tact!"
"Ouch!"
"You asked for it," Janet laughed. "Now go and impress some frustrated teenage girl, Harry, and leave a married woman alone with her happiness." Harry walked away with a good-natured laugh as Janet began closing her desk for the weekend. She was glad the Carter Mills contract was completed. She had worked overtime every night for almost two weeks and it was good to have a weekend before her with no pressure at work. She straightened the top of her desk and picked up her purse to head for the rest room. Janet always made up her face and fixed her hair before she went home. She made it a practice to always look her best for Fred. Janet pretended that Harry annoyed her, but secretly she enjoyed his persistent flirtation. It reassured her as a woman. She knew that she was attractive, and she confirmed this as she stood before the mirror in the rest room. She was tall and slender, with well-rounded hips and heavy, firm breasts that rode high on her chest. Her waist was still narrow, even though she had to occasionally diet to keep it at the twenty-two inches she had maintained since high school, and her legs were long and sculptured.
She had always been popular with men, but Janet was basically a shy person. Her first real self-confidence had come shortly after she married Fred. Janet brushed her hair vigorously, knowing that Fred loved the soft, silky texture of her golden hair that hung halfway down her back. Why all the effort? she wondered. For the past few months Fred had been so depressed he hardly noticed her. Lately she had begun wondering if it was Fred's age, or the difference in their ages, that was bothering him. After all, there were almost fifteen years between them. But they had been through that before they were married, and Fred did not act his age. He thought young, could get on well with any under-thirty group, and took care of his body so that he always appeared much younger. Most people thought he was in his very early thirties. It was only recently that he had been acting his age, and Janet knew that was because he was so depressed about being out of work. He had been one of the chief program engineers for a small computer company, drawing twenty-five thousand a year.
The future couldn't have looked brighter a year ago. Fred's company had entered a number of government contracts and it looked like they would have to expand their operations. Fred was up for a vice-presidency. There had been some mild rumors about cutting appropriations on study contracts, but the blow fell almost without warning and Fred's company had gone into bankruptcy overnight. With thousands of engineers already on the market, jobs were difficult to find.
It wasn't that Fred hadn't tried. He'd made applications to dozens of companies and went through interview after interview. Several times they had discussed moving out of Boston, but Fred was against this. Janet didn't care. She was from Dayton, Ohio, and had met Fred when she had moved to Boston to train as an assistant in systems analysis for a group of consulting engineers in the textile industry. She enjoyed her work, but she didn't feel any real roots in Boston. It was her marriage that counted, and Janet felt that it was falling apart right under her eyes. Their sex life had fallen off, and Fred was so moody she didn't seem to be able to communicate with him. A taxi pulled up in front of the building just as Janet was leaving and she grabbed it. She didn't feel like riding the bus tonight. The traffic was so fierce it took almost an hour to reach the apartment. Janet let herself into the apartment with her key and was surprised that Fred wasn't there. She quickly changed into one of her housecoats and began preparing dinner. She knew Fred liked to go out to dinner on Friday nights, but she also knew they couldn't afford it right now. Fred's savings were dwindling rapidly and they were beginning to feel the pinch. If only he could find a job! she thought.
Anything, just to see them through until he located what he really wanted. She sighed as she tried to gather enthusiasm for preparing dinner. Cooking was not Janet's strong suit, and she actually hated working in a kitchen. If Fred could computerize a kitchen, she thought, the way he had been developing the computerized bartender. That was another thing. Fred's enthusiasm for his concept of the computer for a bartender was limitless. He worked on it every minute he wasn't interviewing for a job. Janet was finally convinced it would work. Fred had proven that to her beyond any doubt, but she could not bring herself to share his enthusiasm for the potential market. It was so expensive, thirty thousand dollars or more, and in her mind it wasn't much more than a novelty. She wished he would concentrate his time on something more practical, but Janet knew that it was the wife's place to encourage her husband's work. Hut if something didn't happen pretty soon they would have to give up the apartment.
That didn't worry Janet as much as what was happening to Fred and their marriage. Particularly their sex life. At the beginning, Fred had been so fantastic in bed. She had never believed that sex could be that good, that all-consuming and exciting. But lately the spark seemed to be gone. Half the time, Janet felt that Fred was just going through the motions to please her.
She sighed, took a deep breath, and reminded herself that every couple went through problems like this. Leaving the oven on low, Janet went back to the bedroom and changed into the sheerest, briefest nightgown she had. She was sexually frustrated and she was determined to seduce Fred this evening. It was during sex that they communicated best, and Janet felt a desperate need to communicate with her husband. She knew they couldn't go on like this much longer.
Briefly, Janet wondered if the problem might have something to do with her inability to give Fred children. After an operation at the age of nineteen, the doctors had announced that Janet would be unable to conceive. She had talked this out at length with Fred before they married, and he assured her he did not want children. Janet believed him. Fred didn't have the temperament to deal with children, and he' had never evidenced any desire for a family. Still, it was a failing on Janet's part and she was constantly aware of it. Secretly, she wanted a family of her own, but she had adjusted to the fact that this was impossible. Of course they could always adopt children, and she had talked about this to Fred on several occasions. Fred was only lukewarm to the idea and she had dropped it. "Is that you?" she called from the kitchen when she heard the front door close.
"Yep," Fred replied. "Fixing dinner here?" he remarked as he walked into the kitchen.
"I thought it would be nice to eat here instead of going out," she said, walking up to him and rubbing her tits against him as she kissed him on the lips.
"And more practical in our financial condition," Fred replied, turning to the cabinet above the sink and taking down a half-full bottle of Scotch. "I need a drink. Want one?"
"Sure," Janet responded as brightly as she could. She had never cared for liquor, and she hated to see Fred start drinking. They hardly ever had a cocktail when they were first married, but lately Fred had two or three drinks every night. And Janet suspected he had a few drinks in the afternoon before she came home.
"How was it at the office?" he asked, handing her a tall glass half filled with Scotch.
"We finished the big contract," Janet replied, moving to the stove to stir the frozen vegetables. "I'm as free as a bird. No pressure. And Mr. Brasch said I could have two or three days off any time I want it." "Too bad we can't afford to take off and go somewhere," Fred commented, draining his glass and reaching for the bottle. "A trip would be fun, wouldn't it?" Janet said. "But I don't mind, darling. I'll save up the time and we'll have it when we need it." Janet watched as Fred nodded and poured himself another drink. He was still as handsome as he was the day they were married. There wasn't an inch of fat on his body and his chest and shoulders were muscular. She liked the way he wore his hair long and full without being too much. Fred always reminded her of a man out of the ads in Playboy magazine. He wore a full mustache. Janet blushed when she remembered how it tickled when he ate her cunt. She could feel a tingle in her pussy and she remembered how frustrated she was. Horny, Fred called it, but she liked the term frustrated better. Getting a little high wouldn't hurt, she decided. Maybe it would put them in a good mood for sex. "I'd like another drink," Janet said, finishing her Scotch and handing her glass to him. "What did you do today?"
"Not much," he replied, turning to pour her Scotch and to avoid her eyes as he thought about the nineteen-year-old Puerto Rican girl. He didn't feel exactly guilty. Fred wasn't sure how he felt. Disgusted, perhaps. Having an affair didn't bother him, although he didn't know how Janet would react. But this wasn't an affair. It was taking advantage of a helpless young girl. A sordid thing at best. "Did you follow up on Johnson Chemical?" Janet asked, beginning to fill their plates from the stove.
"Honey, let's just forget my employment problem for the weekend, okay?" Fred said. "I saw Johnson and I'm not what they need. Something will turn up any day now. Maybe I'll luck out and find someone to back my bar project. You never know. The secret is to just keep trying. Hmmm, smells good."
"Prepared with loving care," she smiled, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead as she placed his plate before him at the table. She deliberately let her tit rest on his shoulder for a moment. "How about wine to celebrate our weekend away from all pressure and problems? We've still got that bottle of Lancers in the refrigerator." "I thought we were saving that for a special occasion." "Isn't this a special occasion? I mean, we're free to concentrate on ourselves and do what we want."
"Okay," he laughed, "we'll celebrate."
"And after dinner we'll make mad, passionate love," she laughed, reaching over and placing her hand on his crotch, trailing her fingers along his limp cock.
"First, the wine," he said, getting up and going to the kitchen. Janet watched him go, a crease forming on her forehead. Had her touch turned him off? She could feel the Scotch in her veins and the light-hearted feeling flowing through her system warmed her. She hoped he felt the same way.
Chapter Three
Janet's world was bathed in a warm, hazy glow after they finished the last of the wine. She wanted to stack the dishes in the kitchen and wash them in the morning, but Fred insisted they clean everything up so they wouldn't have to face it in the morning. Janet compromised, sharing a snifter of their special brandy with him as they cleaned up. When they were done, they went into the living room and Janet turned on the stereo. Fred picked up the day's mail and sat on the couch. "It's warm in here," Janet announced, pulling off her brief nightgown and stretching her nude body sensuously. She was disappointed when Fred seemed to ignore her nudity, but she was so high she really didn't care. Holding her hands on her full hips, she sauntered across the room and sat down next to Fred on the couch.
Janet stared at him for a moment, her eyes having some trouble focusing, then she decided she would see just how long he could ignore her. She leaned forward, trailing the nipple on her full tit along his bare arm. The sensation of the hair on his arm rubbing against her sensitive bud caused an itch in her cunt. I am horny! she laughed to herself. And if he doesn't make love to me, I'll sit here and masturbate in front of him. I'm also drunk! she thought as she realized she would never do anything like that.
Fred was aware of Janet's luscious body. He knew she was high and horny, but for some reason he wasn't in the mood. That bothered him. He was always in the mood for Janet. She had one of the sexiest bodies he had ever seen, and she was a hungry lover. He wondered if it was because he had fucked the young Puerto Rican girl that morning. That couldn't be it, he told himself. He wasn't down to the once-a-day routine yet! Janet was making him nervous as he sorted through the mail. He knew he'd have to take care of her, eat her off if he couldn't fuck her. Why did she have to pick tonight?
Anger and determination were building in Janet as Fred failed to respond, even kiddingly, to her advances. She decided on a more direct approach, leaning down and unzipping his pants with one quick movement. Her searching fingers worked trough his shorts and grasped his cock. It was limp as she pulled it out and nestled her head in his lap. Janet loved this, to take Fred's prick when it was soft and lick and kiss it until it grew hard in her mouth. She pulled the pubic hair away and darted her tongue out to lap at the soft head. The salty taste invading her mouth made her heart pound faster and the itch in her cunt grew more demanding. But instead of sucking it into her mouth, she licked it gently until the head and shaft were moist. It was a delicious game, but Janet was mildly annoyed that he hadn't responded. Fred usually became hard the minute she began licking his cock.
Fred was only partially aware of what was taking place in his lap. His attention was directed to a magazine he had just taken out of a plain manila envelope. It was called Modern Swinger, and Fred knew he had never seen it before.
Attached to the cover was a typewritten note: You have been recommended for membership in our club by some friends who will remain for the present anonymous. Here is a complimentary copy of our magazine. Membership details appear on the inside back cover.
"Did you send in for this?" Fred asked.
"Darling, I'm busy with your delicious cock," Janet laughed, sucking the soft shaft into her mouth and running her tongue over the head hungrily. Fred ignored her, giving in to his curiosity about the strange magazine. He read the club's rules on the inside front cover and immediately recognized that this was one of those mail-order wife-swapping clubs. There was an article on sexual liberation on the first several pages, along with a number of display ads for sexually oriented material such as vibrators, creams, and pornographic books. But what caught Fred's attention were the hundreds of small classified ads that made up the remainder of the publication. Many of the ads had photos of nude or near-nude people who were seeking partners for what they described as "swinging".
He was surprised at how good-looking the people were. Many of the girls were in their late teens or early twenties, and the men were handsome and well built. The ads themselves left little to the imagination. Young couple, 22 and 19, seek attractive partners for uninhibited parties. Anything goes. And, Attractive couple, have genitals- will travel. Oral and group oriented.
Fred felt the blood begin to surge through his body as he read ad after ad and looked at the provocative photos. There was one of a beautiful brunette with a gorgeous set of tits. Fred was sure he had seen her somewhere, but he couldn't place her. There was another of a petite Chinese girl with small pointed tits and a heavy bush on her cunt. "That's more like it, darling," Janet sighed as his cock grew as hard as a rock beneath her hungry tongue and lips. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began moving the foreskin up and down. She slowly pulled her head up from his lap.
"What in the world are you reading?" she asked when she saw the magazine in his hands.
"It's a wife-swapping club," Fred replied.
"Oh, come on, Fred."
"I mean it. Look for yourself."
Holding his cock in her hand and stroking it, she leaned over his arm and stared at the magazine. "Who are those people?" she asked. "Members who want to swap."
"Are you serious?" Janet asked, the haze clearing from her eyes as her interest increased. She looked at the photos and began reading some of the ads. "They don't look like what I thought they would." "What did you expect?" Fred asked with a smile. "I don't know, but they aren't freaky at all. The girls look pretty nice, and some of the guys are handsome. Doesn't that look like Sylvia?" she asked, pointing to the brunette Fred had noticed. "Sylvia who?"
"You know, the girl that worked at your office just before the company closed. I think she was Mr. Bergner's secretary, wasn't she?" "That's who it is!" Fred exclaimed. "I thought I recognized her!" "And that man there," Janet said, pointing with her free hand while she continued stroking Fred's cock with her other, "sure looks like Marty Kraeger, a salesman that calls at our office all the time. Can they print photos of a man's prick like that?"
"I suppose so," Fred replied with a chuckle.
"Pretty well built, isn't he?"
"Is he ever! I wonder what it would feel like to have something like that in you?" Janet couldn't believe the words had come from her mouth and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks in a blush. She had never talked like this before, especially with Fred. She knew it was because she was drunk. "I was wondering what it would be like to ball that little Chinese girl," Fred said.
"She's cute," Janet responded, moving her hand faster on Fred's cock as she felt the shaft begin to pulse with rapidly flowing blood. Fred took a last look at the magazine, then tossed it on the couch and reached over to take Janet in his arms. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears and he knew he hadn't been this aroused in a long time. Mashing his lips against Janet's, he grabbed one of her tits and began massaging her erect nipple firmly. He felt her immediate response and he groaned when she removed her hand from his pulsing cock to begin unbuttoning his shirt.
Breaking the embrace, Fred opened his belt and quickly slid out of his pants and shorts, kicking his loafers over the coffee table in the process. Janet's busy fingers had his shirt open before he could finish removing his socks.
As he stepped free of his clothing, Fred pushed Janet back on the couch and handed her the magazine.
"Your turn," he announced with a smile. "You mad while I give you some head."
Janet wanted to reach for his cock, but Fred put the magazine in her hands and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. He pulled her soft, luscious thighs apart and stared into her exposed cunt for a long moment. Janet was a natural blonde, and her pubic hair was the color of golden wheat. It was thick and curly, but it did not cover the gash of her pussy.
As Fred forced her thighs apart, her large clitoris popped into view. This was one thing Fred loved about Janet's body. She had the largest clitoris he had ever seen on a woman. It was a fleshy nubbin that poked from between the lips of her cunt like a miniature cock. It was bright red, and Fred knew she was thoroughly aroused. He leaned forward, teasing her with kisses all along her full thighs. He ran his tongue along her right thigh, brushed over her moist mound and brought it back along her left thigh.
Fred smiled to himself when he saw the muscles in her thighs quiver. He brought his face directly into her crotch and inhaled deeply of the intoxicating, heady odor of her cunt. He knew she had perfumed her cunt for him before dinner, and the thought seemed to add to his excitement. Nuzzling his nose at the top of her soft mound, Fred brought his tongue out and made a full circle of her cunt lips. She had that salty flavor that always excited him and he saw her clitoris quiver as he deliberately raced his tongue by it. The odor and flavor of her pussy made the blood pound in his balls.
He reached in with his fingers and separated the lips of her cunt, forcing her erect cit to pop straight out. Fred brought his tongue across the surface of her bud and heard her moan with pleasure. "Pick out the best-looking stud in that magazine," Fred said, "and pretend you've got him captured between your legs giving you head." Then Fred placed his lips around the excited bud of her clit and gently pulled it into his mouth. He allowed his teeth to gently scrape the surface as he began sucking it, and Janet's legs flew up and locked around his bobbing head.
Janet had to grit her teeth and dig her nails into the material of the couch to keep from crying out when she had a small orgasm the minute Fred pulled her clit into his hot mouth.
She pressed her thighs against his ears and arched her hips to grind her cunt into his face. His teeth scraping the edge of her clit drove her wild. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be connected directly to that button between her legs. Tiny electric shocks originated there and shot through every inch of her body. She could feel Ins tongue moving slowly back and forth over the surface of her swollen clit, and it felt as if he were licking her entire body with each stroke. "Ooooohhhh!" she moaned, grinding her hips and rubbing the bottom of her cunt against his chin.
Janet's eyes opened and she looked at the magazine in her hands. She stared at several of the photos of men with their cocks hanging down between their legs like short pieces of thick hose. Janet liked to think of herself as sexually sophisticated, but she really wasn't. This was the first time she had ever seen anything like this. She had heard about wife-swapping, but she never really believed it existed. She remembered buying a male nudist magazine when she was fifteen. She had kept it in her closet and masturbated for months with it as she stared at all the naked men with their long pricks dangling from their hairy crotches. That and a few adult novels were Janet's total exposure to sexually oriented material.
The magazine she held in her hands was one of the most exciting things she had ever seen, and having Fred down on her, his hungry, talented mouth chewing and licking her to a frenzy, was driving her to new heights of arousal. Looking at the magazine, Janet wondered what it would be like to have one of those gorgeous pricks in her mouth while Fred ate her like this.
The thought sent shivers racing through her system and she thought she was going to explode in Fred's hungry face!
Fred felt the torrents of excitement raging in her body. The muscles in her thighs were rippling with spasms and her hips were jerking almost out of control. He heard her moan and gasp for breath and he knew she was very close to climax. Often, Fred would make her come this way and then arouse her again before he fucked her, but tonight he was too excited himself. He rammed his tongue inside her hot cunt and tucked her that way for a moment, then pulled his face away from her steaming crotch. "Oh God, Fred, hurry!" she moaned, her body quaking with desire. Fred saw that she was holding the magazine clutched near her face and decided to let her look at it while he fucked her. He grasped her narrow waist in his hands and turned her over on the couch so that her luscious ass was humped in the air. He pulled her up into a kneeling position and poised himself behind her.
"Look at the magazine while I ram it to you," Fred said in a husky voice, his balls aching as he stared at the creamy white cheeks of her ass. He'd always wanted to stick it in her asshole, but he'd never done it. And now wouldn't be the time, he cautioned himself as he saw her lean on her elbows and position the magazine below her eyes. He smiled as she turned the pages.
He moved forward, grasping her hips in his hands and guiding his swollen cock to her open cunt. Lodging the head just inside her vagina, Fred braced his knees and lunged forward with his hips. "Oooohhh!" she groaned as she felt his thick prick ram into her. It always hurt at first because Fred was so big and she had such a tight cunt. Even when she was well lubricated, it was a tight fit. But she loved it and the tightness served to increase her pleasure. Fred watched his long, thick cock disappearing between the cheeks of her ass and felt his balls ache with a demand for release. He held her hips firmly and braced his knees against the edge of the couch as he began tucking her with long, hard strokes. He loved the tightness of her cunt. It wrapped around his prick like a hungry hand and milked him as he moved in and out of her body.
Janet opened her eyes as the pain of his first penetration subsided. She loved the way his prick so completely filled her cunt. It felt as if her whole body were wrapped around that surging, pulsing cock that lunged in and out of her. Janet's eyes dropped to the magazine and she focused on a photo of a very handsome man with a long, slender prick that looked as if it were partially erect. She saw his balls hanging behind his cock and the thick bush of his pubic hair seemed to beckon to her. She could imagine herself in this position, with Fred behind her ramming his cock deep inside her while she held the other man s cock in her mouth and sucked him for all she was worth.
The image became real and her mouth formed an oval shape as she could almost feel and taste his prick between her lips. Janet heard her heart pounding in her ears as her body became a molten mass of sex. Fred felt her cunt muscles begin to expand and contract as her body trembled. He dug his cock as deep inside as he could and tucked her faster and faster until his balls rumbled.
"Ooooohhbh! God, Fred! AAAAAAAiiiieeeee!" Janet screamed, digging her nails into the material of the couch as her body exploded in one of the most frantic orgasms she had ever experienced. Fred saw Janet's climax rip through her body and he held her tight as he lunged into her and relaxed his rigid control. His balls inflated and erupted, sending jets of his hot sperm racing through his prick into her body.
"AAAaahhhh!" Fred groaned, the satisfaction of his release weakening the muscles in his trembling legs. He continued pumping his prick into her until every drop of his sperm was spent. Then he held her still for a long moment, enjoying the tight grip of her emit around his cock. As the pressure decreased, his cock slid from the sleeve of her cunt and Janet fell forward on the couch. Fred collapsed next to her, catching his breath. After a few moments, Fred reached over and took a cigarette from the box on the coffee table, lighting it and handing it to Janet. They always shared a cigarette together after sex.
"Good?" Fred asked, seeing that Janet's body was still quaking.
"Fantastic!" Janet sighed, handing him the cigarette.
"Better than usual?" Fred asked.
"God, yes!"
"For me too," Fred said, taking a long drag on the cigarette before handing it back to her. "And I think I know why." "Why, darling?"
"Because of that wife-swapping magazine," Fred said slowly. "It's new and exciting. You'll have to admit it stimulated you." "I guess so," Janet replied.
"What did you think about as you looked at the pictures?" Fred asked softly.
"Well" Janet began, embarrassed as she remembered her thoughts.
"Come on, tell me," Fred coaxed. "No secrets."
"I looked at the men's pricks," Janet said with a blush.
"And?"
"And I wondered what it would be like to suck one while you were eating me," Janet said very softly, ashamed to admit her thoughts. "And I wondered what it would be like to suck one while you fucked me. Isn't that awful!"
"Why is it awful?" Fred asked. "From everything I've ever read, your thoughts were perfectly normal."
"But people don't do things like that," Janet protested. "The swingers do," Fred replied quietly. "That's their bit. They've broken all the traditional rules about sexual behavior. They do what they want, what they enjoy. And it obviously doesn't hurt them. Look how many swingers there are today. I read somewhere that there are over eight million in this country alone."
"You mean you wouldn't be jealous if another man made love to me?" Janet asked in a surprised voice.
"It would depend on the situation," Fred replied seriously. "If it were in swinging, no I wouldn't be jealous. I'd be happy to see you having a ball. You'd be doing it just for pleasure. But if you started having an affair on the side, became involved in a romance that could affect our marriage, I'd be jealous and hurt."
"Do you mean you agree with this wife- swapping business?" "Why not? If people decide they want sexual experiences for the pleasure of sex, why not? I think it makes sense. Swingers don't get involved in a dozen little romances, stolen moments in shabby hotels. They're open and aboveboard in what they do, and they satisfy their natural desire for different sexual experiences in a healthy way. Personally, Janet, I wouldn't mind trying it myself. I'd be lying if I denied I'd like to fuck Sylvia or that little Chinese girl, for example. And are you going to tell me you wouldn't like to fuck that Kroeger guy with the big cock?" "No," Janet responded hesitantly. She thought about it for a moment and had to admit to herself that she would like to find out what a cock that size would be like.
"Would you be willing to try it?" Fred pressed, the idea exciting him. He reached over and began massaging Janet's clit as they talked. Janet's legs eased apart at his touch and she moaned softly as excitement once again began to flow through her body. "I don't know, Fred. Oooch, that's good!" She reached for his cock and was surprised to find it already erect. She began stroking it as Fred's finger slipped into her cunt.
"What is there to lose?" Fred said, finger-fucking her slowly as he massaged her clitoris. "We join this club, try a couple of people, then quit if we don't like it. If we dig it, we set our own pace. If you're against it, we'll forget it, honey, but I sort of find the whole idea kind of exciting."
"God, Fred, you're driving me crazy again! Oooh, I like that! If you want to, I guess we can see what it's like. I might be terribly embarrassed. You know how shy I am."
"I don't know how I'll react," Fred said, his breath coming fast and heavy as Janet stroked his cock and he thought about being able to fuck all those young girls. "But maybe it's time we brought ourselves up to date in sex. Swinging is the big thing now, and we're a little old-fashioned." "Let's be old-fashioned right now, darling," Janet sighed, turning over on her back and pulling him to her by using his cock as a handle. "You can old-fashioned fuck me to death!"
Chapter Four
"It's really quite simple in principle," Fred explained, pulling a diagrammed chart from his briefcase. This was an important interview and he cautioned himself to speak slowly, showing mature judgment and just the right amount of enthusiasm. Mr. Arnold was one of the wealthiest men in Boston and was known to put together holding companies in a matter of hours John Harmon, a friend of Fred's, had taken six weeks to set up the interview for Fred to explain his computer program for cocktail bars. "Let's keep it simple," Howard Arnold said with a smile. "I have to call in engineers when it gets technical. Explain just what your idea will do." Fred held the diagram on his lap and glanced around the luxuriously appointed office. It was done in warm tones of walnut, accented with pastel furniture and striking modem paintings. Remembering his carefully prepared presentation, Fred began to explain his idea. "The primary purpose is to increase the earnings of the owners of cocktail bars. This is accomplished by better and more accurate inventory control, more income per bottle through a reduction, or actually an elimination, of spillage, and higher revenue for the bar through the elimination of theft." "Theft?" Mr. Arnold said.
"Yes, sir. It is a widely known fact that in the bar business bartenders, and in some cases waiters, steal almost as much as they earn." "Are you saying all bartenders steal from their employers?" "No, Mr. Arnold," Fred replied with a smile, "not all bartenders. But a very high percentage."
"As I understand it," Mr. Arnold remarked, obviously anxious to get to the meat of Fred's program, "you intend to control all of this with computers?" "That and more, Mr. Arnold," Fred said, warming to his subject quickly. "You see, the computer will act as the bartender. It will mix the drinks, measuring exact quantities of liquor, automatically keep an inventory, and prepare the customer's check. The owner of the bar will have an hour-by-hour record of sales and depletion of inventory. This makes theft practically impossible and insures accurate records of sales and liquor consumed."
"What happens to the bartender?" Howard Arnold asked. "I'm afraid he becomes obsolete wherever the computer is installed. In his place, the bar will use waiters, who are much less expensive. I've even made provisions for incorporating a cash register into the computer. Of course, we'll use already designed cash registers and save that expense." "May I assume that you have all of this worked out technically to the point where a group of engineers can study it and report that it is practical?" Mr. Arnold asked.
"Absolutely," Fred said, his heart pounding in his ears as he sensed that at last he might be able to put his project together. "I have all the material here in my briefcase."
"I don't think that will be necessary, Mr. Moore," Howard Arnold said, leaning forward in his chair and placing his elbows on the edge of his desk.
"I'm going to save us both some time and trouble by telling you that I'm afraid I'll have to decline your project at this time." Fred was stunned. He had felt the interview was progressing perfectly, that he had Mr. Arnold interested in the program. "May I ask why?" Fred said quietly, controlling his voice as best he could. "Certainly. The idea basically appeals to me, Mr. Moore. Let's say that it's part of our modern society, bringing another industry or business into the modem age. And I suspect that it will work. You have obviously put a lot of time and work into the project." "Over three years, Fred commented, "on and off." "I suppose my objection is that you're pioneering something. You'll have the bartenders and the bartenders' union down on you from the very beginning. And you'll meet sales resistance until you have the program in operation for at least a year in a number of bars. People want to see proven operating figures, not just theory." "Naturally we'll have to set up a pilot installation, Mr. Arnold," Fred countered, a note of desperation creeping into his voice in spite of his determination to maintain rigid control of himself. "That's true of any new project. But we can convince the prospective user in one day." "Perhaps, but you will still have all the problems of a pioneer," Mr. Arnold replied. "Mind you, Mr. Moore, I'm not saying that you won't enjoy success. I'm sure you will. Your idea not only has novelty value, it seems to be very practical. I find it exciting. And I feel that within a couple of years you'll be sitting on top of a large industry. I don't want my remarks or opinions to discourage you in any way." "If you believe this," Fred commented, "I can't understand why you am not interested."
"Together with various associates, Mr. Moore, I've been involved in pioneering several new industries. Through the frustrations and long hours of work, we fortunately made them successful. It was a great game and I enjoyed playing it, but I'm too tired and too cautious to pioneer another industry. I can make the same kind of money forming holding companies." Fred laughed in spite of his disappointment. "I know this is discouraging to you, Mr. Moore," Howard Arnold continued, "and I'm glad you haven't lost your sense of humor. I think you see my point, though. Let me make you an offer. Get this thing started. Form a small company, get your pilot unit in operation, make some sales, and then come back to see me. When you've done all the pioneering, I can make your little company a large industry in a matter of hours. You'll need millions of dollars, and I can get them for you."
"I appreciate that, Mr. Arnold," Fred said, opening his briefcase and slipping the unopened diagram inside. Through his disappointment, Fred realized that the business magnate was sincere and would be the key to success later on. "And I can assure you that I will take you up on that offer. You see, Mr. Arnold, I believe thoroughly in this project, and I'm going to make it a success."
"I know you do, and I'm sure you will. That's why I make the offer. Come and see me as soon as you have this thing underway." "I will," Fred said, taking the businessman's hand as they both rose. "And I appreciate the time you have given me today." Fred's disappointment was tempered with the knowledge that he had made a very important contact for the future of his project. He left the modern office building near the Commons and walked to the bus stop. He found that he was encouraged by Mr. Arnold's obvious interest and sincere belief in his project. If he could just get the damned thing off the ground!
Hours of study and analysis had convinced Fred that by cutting a few corners and leasing several computers he could put a pilot unit together for less than fifty thousand dollars. Claude Norton, a friend of Fred's and a sales manager for a large industrial company, told Fred that an initial sales effort would cost about thirty thousand. All of this would be shoestring, and Fred had allowed another twenty thousand dollars for unexpected expenses. That made a total of one hundred thousand dollars, and it seemed to Fred that it was like trying to raise a hundred million. Yet someone somewhere had to have both the money and the faith in his project, and Fred was determined to find that person. By the time he reached the apartment, a mild depression had settled over Fred. He called the employment agency he was working with and found that they had set up an interview for him at four. Fred sighed as he glanced at his watch and noted that it was three-thirty already. He was tempted to have a stiff drink, but he knew that would never do. An applicant with liquor on his breath was dead with a prospective employer. Straightening his tie, Fred left the apartment and caught a bus at the corner. Janet was also depressed when she arrived home that day. She had experienced one of those days at the office when absolutely nothing seemed to go right. She had typed two reports over, and even the retypes were full of errors. Her nerves were on edge and Janet did a rare thing. She bought a bottle of Scotch on the way home and poured herself a stiff drink the minute she walked in.
By the time she finished her third drink, Janet was relaxed and humming to herself. She could understand why Fred needed a drink to calm himself. Just as she was wondering where he was, she heard him open the front door.
"Hi!" she called out.
Fred's response was a muffled grunt and Janet found him standing in the kitchen pouring himself a drink from the bottle of Scotch she had brought home.
"Bad day?" she asked as she put her arms around him and hugged him. "I suppose I should be celebrating," Fred commented, draining his drink in one long swallow. "I got a job today."
"Oh, Fred, how wonderful!" Janet said excitedly. "I'll have a drink to celebrate that with you."
"Here," he said, filling her glass with ice and Scotch, "you can toast the new assistant computer program engineer for Cardman Automatic Credit Corporation."
"Who?" Janet asked, noting the slightly bitter tone of his voice.
"Oh, it's a glorified factoring company and collection agency," Fred said. "The job pays ten thousand and can be handled by anybody with a basic knowledge of computers. But I took it, Janet. Hell, maybe that's all I'm good for!"
"Oh, come on, Fred!" Janet said, putting her arm around him as he poured himself a third drink. "You know that's not true. You were earning more than twice that salary, and you will be again. I don't think you should take this position."
"I know I shouldn't take it, Janet!" Fred said sharply. "It's a waste of all my training and experience, but I can't go on like this. The days are such a hassle; I hate to get up in the morning. So when they offered me the job, I told myself to snap at it and use it as a base until something else came along. It's not going to kill me, and at least I'll have some income coming in again."
"You're selling yourself short, Fred," Janet remarked quietly, following him into the living mom.
"I am short, Janet," Fred said with an attempt to laugh. "Short on patience, time, money, and just about everything else at the moment. But we'll see it through." He picked up the mail and told Janet about his interview with Howard Arnold, emphasizing how valuable the contact would be once the company was underway.
Sorting out the bills and circulars in the mail, Fred came to a fat envelope and opened it.
"Hey, this is from Modern Swinger!" he exclaimed, holding three sealed envelopes that had been packed inside the larger envelope. "That club?" Janet asked, her head beginning to swim in the alcoholic haze of too many Scotches.
"Right. And these must be replies to the ad we put in the magazine. They have our code number and are sealed."
"Let me see," Janet said, trying her best to sound as excited as Fred was. She had almost forgotten about joining the club, and the implication of the letters frightened her a little. She had to admit to herself that she was curious, and she tore open the envelope Fred handed her and opened the letter. Her attention was drawn to the photos enclosed with the letter. The man was young and quite good looking with a very muscular body. Janet almost gasped aloud when she saw the size of his cock. It was fully erect in the photo and sticking straight out from his crotch like an angry weapon. Janet thought it was the largest thing she had ever seen and she blushed a little when she felt a familiar itch in her groin. She looked at the girl, a petite redhead with an excellent figure. The photo was in color and the girl was obviously a natural redhead. She put the photos on the couch and began reading the letter: "'Hi! We're Troy and Faye, twenty-five and twenty. We saw your ad in the club magazine and thought it might be fun to meet you. We're experienced swingers and enjoy everything in the normal range of good fun. It is so impersonal talking in letters, why don't we meet for a cocktail or lunch and see if we share the same interests? If we get along, fine. If not, we can just forget it. Does that make sense to you? Our phone number is listed with our club number above. Call after six any night or on weekends. If you are not interested, please return our photos. And excuse this form letter, but we answer a number of ads to meet new people. We're looking for-ward to hearing from you.'"
Janet was a little disappointed in the letter, but she had to admit to herself that it made good sense.
"Hey," Fred said, "listen to this one. 'Dear Swingers. We saw your ad and you sound like people we would like to know. I'm Lana, age twenty-two, and my husband is George, age twenty-five. We're new to swinging, but we have found that it is the way of life for us. I love everything Greek, Roman and French, and George is a French expert. We both dig the group scene, but draw the line at anything mean. Instead of lengthy correspondence, why don't we arrange to have dinner together so we can get to know all about each other? We're enclosing our photos and phone number, so if you are interested give us a ring and let's get together.' Here are their photos. Nice-looking people."
Janet handed him the photos that were enclosed with the letter she had opened and looked at the ones he gave her. Then they opened the third letter and read it together.
"Well," Fred said with a note of excitement in his voice, "what do you think?"
"I don't know," Janet responded slowly. She was wishing to herself that she had never agreed to try this, yet in her slightly intoxicated state she found the entire thing sort of exciting. "Which couple do you like best?" Fred persisted. Janet picked up the three sets of photos and studied each of the men again. She almost laughed aloud when she realized that she had already subconsciously made her choice. The man with the huge cock fascinated her. His name was Troy, and he looked like a Greek god to Janet. She could almost feel him inside her as she looked at the picture. "This one, I think," she replied, handing the photos to Fred. Fred was pleased with Janet's choice. He would have gone along with any of the three couples, but the petite redhead had turned him on the minute he saw her. Like most big men, Fred had always been attracted to small women. He wondered how Faye could handle anything as big as her husband's prick.
"I like them too," Fred said. "They write a sensible letter."
"Want another drink?" Janet asked, standing and crossing to the kitchen. "Sure," Fred responded. He knew that she was nervous and that she needed the drink to fortify herself. Fred also knew that if he let her, Janet would back down. He didn't want that. Like Janet, he had all but forgotten about the club until this correspondence arrived. But looking at the photos and reading the letters had really turned him on. He could feel the Scotch he had been drinking, but Fred knew it wasn't that. The whole idea of swinging excited him. Those three good-looking chicks begging to be fucked were a new experience for Fred. "Know what?" Fred said, taking the glass from Janet's hand and giving her a mock toast.
"What?"
"I'm in just the perfect mood to meet these swingers-what are their names?"
"Faye and Troy," Janet responded.
"Well, I'm in the perfect mood to meet Faye and Troy. That wipeout with Arnold and then the lousy job this afternoon really had me down. Something like this could be just the tonic. What say?" "You mean tonight?" Janet said, her breath catching in her throat.
"Sure, tonight. We can at least call them." Fred took the letter to the phone and dialed. Janet drained her glass and went into the kitchen for another. Fred met her in the hall as she was returning.
"They're tied up tonight," he said, "but we have a date to meet them for dinner tomorrow."
Chapter Five
"Look, Janet, relax," Troy Martin said, placing his hand over hers. "It doesn't make any difference if we ball or not, we're getting to know each other and making friends, right?"
"Troy's right," Faye said in her musical voice. "We know how you feel. You should have seen me on our first swinging date! I was so nervous I almost wet my pants."
"You did later on," Troy laughed.
"He always says that because I'm so horny I get excited when I'm dancing with a man," Faye replied. "Anyway, the first time is always a little freaky. You don't know what to expect. That's why we always like to meet people first, so we can size them up. I think it puts everybody more at ease."
"Thanks, Faye," Janet said with a warm smile crossing her lips for the first time since the Martins had joined them in the restaurant. Janet had recognized them the minute they walked in the door. They were exactly like their photos. Troy was tall and good-looking, and wore his hair fairly long. His blue blazer concealed the muscular body Janet had seen in the photo.
Faye wasn't quite as good-looking as her photo. Janet decided the redhead had chosen the most flattering angle. But Faye was all personality. Like so many petite girls, she was lively and vivacious. Janet had always envied this life-of-the-party type, and she couldn't help but be a little jealous of Faye. The redhead had a terrific figure, and she dressed to show it. Her breasts were in plain sight in the low scoop blouse she wore, with only the nipples covered. Janet had noted that Fred could hardly take his eyes off the pretty girl.
"What business are you in, Troy?" Fred asked, pleased that the first few minutes were finally past and the ice was broken. "Booze," Troy said with a smile. "I work for an importer of Scotch, and I guess I'm about the most junior executive they have. My company has been twenty years trying to break the stranglehold several families in Boston have had on the import of Scotch, and we're finally beginning to show some progress."
"Troy travels quite a bit," Faye added, "and I go with him. We have swinging friends all over the country. It's like belonging to an exclusive club, and you meet the nicest and most interesting people." "I cracked the St. Louis market through some people we met swinging," Troy remarked.
"That's interesting," Fred commented, taking his eyes off Faye's tits for the first time.
"What business are you in, Fred?" Faye asked, placing her hand on his leg beneath the table.
Fred told them about his former company, but did not mention the new job he was supposed to start on the following week. "So I'm among the millions of unemployed at the moment," Fred concluded with a smile. "But I have an invention that I'm busy perfecting. It's ready now, but I have to put together a company to manufacture it and get it on the market."
"You'll have to excuse Fred," Janet said. "He's designed a computer that will tend bar and he has a one-track mind." "A computer for a bartender?" Faye said. "Well, you'll have to make it sexy-looking, Fred, or we women won't patronize it. Anyway, how can a computer fix up a lonely girl or guy with a date? That's what bartenders are for."
They all laughed, then ordered another round of drinks as they gave the waiter their dinner orders.
"Are you serious?" Tray asked when the waiter left. "A computer that will take the place of a bartender?"
"Absolutely," Fred replied with a smile. "And a computer won't spill liquor and put its hand in the till. It will keep a perfect, up-to-the-minute inventory as well. It can increase both the profit of a large bar by twenty-five per cent or more. The market is unlimited." "Fred, please," Janet said with a laugh. "We've just met these people and you're already trying to brainwash them about your computer."
The waiter arrived with giant shrimp cocktails and they all started eating.
"Sometime," Tray remarked as they finished their salads, "I'd like to talk to you more about this project of yours, Fred. I might even be able to help you with it" "Let's get together, then," Fred said.
"There's nothing he'd rather do than talk about that computer," Janet remarked.
"Except make love," Fred laughed.
"I'm better at that than I am at computers," Faye giggled. Pretending that she had dropped her napkin, Faye leaned forward and boldly ran her hand up Fred's leg under the table. Her deft fingers located his cock and she traced it lightly with her nails and then gave it a squeeze. Janet didn't miss a move of the action on the other side of the table. She guessed what Faye had done and saw Fred's reaction. The knowledge that another woman was making a pass at her husband made Janet blush. She was also a little jealous.
Their broiled lobsters came and Janet was relieved to be busy eating. Janet's head was swimming with all the drinks they had consumed, and she sipped her wine slowly with dinner. But every time her glass was half-empty, Troy filled it. And by the time they finished, Janet felt definitely flushed.
"Dance?" Troy asked as they sipped their coffee. "I'd love to," Janet replied, allowing him to help her out of the booth and following him through the tables to the small dance floor. She had to concentrate on walking a straight line and laughed at herself for being so tight.
Janet flowed into Troy's arms and realized for the first time that he was a very tall man. Being a tall girl, she loved to be with men who were taller than she was. She relaxed when he pulled her close and she felt the hard muscles of his chest and arms as they began to move about the floor. Janet was furious with herself when she missed a step twice. She prided herself on being a good dancer, and she knew she had met her match in Troy Martin. He moved easily and with grace, and he was a strong lead. It was more than that, Janet realized. Troy seemed to flow with the music as if the music were a part of his body.
As they danced toward the booth, Janet saw Fred and Faye engaged in what looked like an animated conversation. Faye was all over Fred, leaning against him and touching him constantly. When she saw Faye's hand drop to Fred's lap, Janet felt a twinge of anger shoot through her. She deliberately brought her body closer to Troy's and almost gasped when she felt his hard cock rub against her.
It was so huge! Janet knew that she should have been embarrassed, but she felt the blood coursing through her body and the old familiar itch between her legs.
She glanced back at Fred in time to see him kiss Faye, and Janet began to relax. She had no reason to feel guilty about liking Troy, particularly with Fred acting that way about Faye!
"You are a sexy man," Faye whispered in Fred's ear as she ran her fingers up and down the outline of his rigid prick beneath the table. "Do you like to go down on a girl?
"You know it!" Fred replied enthusiastically. "I'd like to put you on a plate and gobble you up right here."
"Christ, I'll come just talking about it!" Faye whispered. "Do you like it Greek style?"
"You'd better clarify the term," Fred laughed. "Remember, we're new to swinging."
"Greek style-up the ass, silly!" Faye said softly, squeezing his straining prick through the material of his pants.
"God, yes."
"I like everything," Faye whispered, "but Greek love is something extra special. Troy says I must have an extra clitoris up there." Fred laughed. Faye was the typical sex kitten, a real sex machine but not very smart in anything else. He couldn't help but like her, and right now he'd give anything to have her alone in a room with him. Imagine a girl actually asking for it up the ass! And those tits of hers! They were full and so firm.
"Well," Fred said quietly, "what's the next move?"
"What about them?" Fred asked, nodding to the dance floor. "You want to go all together?" Faye asked. "Most new swingers like the separate scene first."
"No, I meant what do we do about them?" Fred replied. "Look, don't worry about Janet and Troy. He's got a big cock and he knows how to use it. Janet will be well serviced." "Do we meet somewhere later?" Fred asked, his prick aching as she continued teasing him. He had no idea how he would manage to walk out of the restaurant without his hard-on obvious for the world to see. "Oh," Faye replied. "I see what you mean. Look, why don't you drive me to work in the morning and Troy will take Janet to work?" "Fine," Fred agreed, "but how will they know that?" "Just leave that to me. Troy and I have hand signs. You and Janet will have to develop some of your own for later on." She watched the dancing couple and when Troy was facing her, Faye held up two fingers. Troy nodded and Faye turned back to Fred. "See how easy that was?" "Great!" Fred said. "How about the check?"
"Look, we invited you to dinner. Let's split and ball!"
Chapter Six
Even though Faye had explained that Troy would take Janet to the Martins' apartment, Fred still felt nervous about bringing the petite redhead to his place. Faye laughed at him, saying he was still too tied up in traditional concepts. She was understanding, however, and told him that she and Troy had gone through the same thing when they first began swinging.
"Wow!" Faye exclaimed as they walked into the living room. "What a nice place! I really love modem furniture. Troy has promised that as soon as he gets his next raise we're going to find a new place and buy all new things. I want him to see this."
"Thanks," Fred replied. "How about a drink?" "Oh, let's not," Faye said, coming close and rubbing her body against his. "Alcohol just acts to dull the senses. Sex is so much better when every part of your body is alive, don't you think? But I love music. Let's put some music on, Fred."
Fred had to will himself to move away from her tantalizing body. Her rubbing against him in the restaurant had driven him crazy. She was so small, but every inch of her seemed to ooze sex. He took her hand and led her to the stereo. Fred watched her as she quickly selected several tapes and stacked them on the cassette player. Her legs were beautifully sculptured, and her ass was full and rounded. He adjusted the volume once Faye had inserted the cassette, then turned to find her slipping into his arms.
"Kiss me," she said softly, running her hand to his crotch and caressing his cock as she leaned into his body.
Fred mashed his lips against hem and felt her tongue snake into his mouth. Her hand gripped his prick and began stroking it as they kissed. Fred had never been with such an aggressive woman, and he had to admit that he found it very exciting. He reached down, and pulled her skirt up so that he could grasp her ass in his probing hands. Fred noticed that a tremor shot through her body the minute he touched her. "I have a short fuse," she said in a husky voice as their lips parted. "Do you like to watch a girl undress?"
"Very much," Fred said, running his fingers teasingly under her panties and into the crack of her ass.
"Come on, you sit down and I'll strip for you. Ooooh, that feels good!" Fred allowed her to lead him to the couch and he sat down as she posed before him with her hands on her hips. Then, slowly and teasingly, she began to take her clothes off. She pulled her blouse free of her skirt and lifted it slowly over her head.
"I hope you like your women natural," Faye said, "because I'm very natural."
She unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it down over her hips. Stepping out of it, she stood before him in her high heels, pantyhose and bra, a very appealing sight. Fred could see the outline of her pubic triangle through the sheer pantyhose, and he felt his cock begin to throb. Faye laughed as she struck several provocative poses and then began unhooking her bra.
It was a bikini bra that revealed more than it concealed, and when she pulled it away from her body her full tits bobbed free. "Are you a tit man?" she asked, deliberately cupping her breasts in her hands and squeezing until her nipples pointed directly at his face. "Like?"
"A beautiful set, baby," Fred said, controlling himself when he felt a sudden desire to reach down and relieve the pressure on his straining cock. He started to rise from the couch.
"Not yet," Faye said teasingly. "You're supposed to relax, remember?" She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly slipped them down.
Fred's balls began to throb when he saw her pubic mound come into plain view. The hair was the same color of red as that on her head, and it was a full bush.
Faye saw the look in his eyes as he stared at her pussy and smiled to herself. She loved to tease a man, tease him until he was wild with desire. She ground her hips slowly and gave a little bump, throwing her cunt at him. She felt her pulse quicken as she saw his mouth drop open and his tongue rapidly course his lips. This was what excited Faye, making a man mad with desire. Rolling her hose down, she kicked off her shoes and stood before him stark naked. She turned slowly, making sensual movements with her slender, well rounded body. Then she closed the distance between them and stood directly in front of him at the edge of the couch. Fred was beside himself with desire for the petite redhead. His prick was at full attention and straining against his pants. When she approached, he reached up and grasped her tiny waist in his hands. Faye began to protest and tried to pull away from his grasp, but he gripped her firmly and pulled her down on the couch. Then, mashing his hot, hungry mouth against hers, his hands began eagerly probing her firm body. He caressed every inch of her skin as he kissed her. His fingers dug into her thighs and ran through the silky down of her pubic mound. They explored her flat belly and slowly worked up to her firm tits. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, and he held them between his thumb and forefinger and massaged it. Fred could feel her quiver beneath his touch.
"You're smothering me," she gasped as she finally managed to free her mouth from his. "Besides, you're still dressed. Now it's your turn. Stand up and strip for me."
"Stripping isn't my strong suit," Fred laughed, pulling himself reluctantly to his feet and slipping out of his coat and tie. The sight of the lovely naked girl on the couch was making his heart pound in his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt with nervous fingers and pulled it free of his pants to toss it on the coffee table. Then, as he unbuckled his belt and began slipping out of his pants, Fred saw her reach down and slip her fingers into her pussy. She began rubbing herself, and she did it so casually! Fred had never seen a woman play with herself before in his life. Faye had to be one of the most natural and most sensual women he had ever encountered! He dropped his pants and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang free and stood out rigidly from his crotch.
"Ummmm!" Faye cooed in approval. "Nice. Come here, Fred darling," she said softly, reaching out and grasping his prick in her small hand and pulling him to the edge of the couch. Then she scooted forward and began nuzzling his moist prick against her cheeks.
She primed her lips and began planting tiny kisses along the swollen shaft. Holding his cock in her hand, Faye dipped her head and ran it through her soft hair. She caressed it with her nose, then darted her pointed tongue into the eye of his cock. Then she held it up and dipped her face beneath to begin kissing his balls. Faye loved the odor and taste of a man's sex. It excited her like a heady perfume.
Fred stood trembling as he looked down at the attractive little sex kitten moving her face and lips all over his cock and balls. He had never experienced anything this stimulating in his life. He saw her form an oval with her lips, then felt his cock being drawn slowly into her warm mouth. Her tongue was all over him, licking the head and rubbing against the shaft as she pulled him deeper and deeper into her throat. The sight of his thick cock sliding between her red lips made Fred's knees weaken. He saw her cheeks indent and felt them crush against his prick. Then her head began bobbing in and out at his crotch, her fingers teasing and caressing his aching balls as she sucked him like he couldn't remember being sucked before.
There was a pumping action in her mouth that seemed to milk his swollen cock, and she somehow see med to wrap her entire mouth around his prick to make it feel like it was in a very tight cunt. All the while she sucked his cock, her hands were busy on his balls. She massaged them and kneaded them, pulling on them gently every time she ran his prick deep into her throat.
Fred felt her finger slip between the cheeks of his ass, and then he experienced an exciting new sensation when she began gently massaging his asshole while she continued sucking him.
"Christ almighty!" Fred gasped, "cool it, baby, or I'll cream right now!" Instead of slowing down or letting up, Faye increased the tempo of her sucking. She forced her finger into his asshole and began a slow fucking motion as she held his balls and began scraping the edge of her teeth against his surging shaft.
It was obvious she wanted to blow him, and Fred wasn't going to fight her. He doubted if he could control himself at this point anyway. His heart was pounding in his ears and his balls were rumbling and quaking in her talented hand. He could feel her teeth scraping lightly along the length of his shaft as her head bobbed in and out at his crotch. Her finger in his ass was driving him crazy! It made his hips jerk toward her face, and that served to sink his prick deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. He braced his shins against the edge of the couch as his knees became weak and threatened to give way on him. Fred felt a light coat of sweat break out over his body and his face was hot and flushed. His orgasm seemed to begin in his toes and work up his legs like a series of tiny firecrackers exploding.
He was about to close his eyes and let his body flow through the explosive sensation of an intense orgasm when he saw Faye do something he had never seen before. She released his balls and grabbed the spurting shaft of his cock in her hand. As the first jets of his cum began to erupt from the head of his cock, Faye slipped it out of her mouth and moved it over the surface of her lovely face. She stroked him hard with her hand, making him continue to release jets of sperm.
The thick white liquid covered her face. She rubbed the head of his cock in her eyes and ears and literally bathed herself in his fluid. "Wooooowwww!" Fred gasped, the sight of what she was doing making his orgasm even more intense. It seemed like he would never stop coming. His sperm was dripping from her eyes and ears, running in small rivers down her lovely cheeks, and she had the most satisfied look on her face. Fred saw her tongue dart out of her mouth and begin licking her lips, very much like a cat lapping milk.
Just when he thought he was completely drained, Faye rammed her finger deep into his ass and his cock jerked with a new series of spurts. "Mmnmmmm!" she sighed, slipping her finger out of his asshole and releasing his cock. "That's so good! Did you mind, darling?" "Mind?" Fred gasped, his chest still heaving from his frantic climax. His legs were so weak he lowered himself to the couch and stretched out on his back. "That was fantastic!"
"I'd love to fill a bathtub with a man's sperm and bathe in it every day," Faye sighed. "Where's the powder room, darling?" Fred pointed to the door to the bedroom and watched her saucy ass as she walked gracefully across the room. He didn't understand Faye, but that was the beauty of swinging. You didn't have to get all involved or understand your partner. She obviously had some quirk about wanting to be humiliated in sex, but that was her bag. He wanted to pull himself up and get a cigarette, but he didn't have the energy. He closed his eyes and rested peacefully, thinking about what a totally sexual person Faye was. "Your turn, honey," Faye said softly.
Fred opened his eyes to stare directly into the redhead's pussy. She was straddling his head, kneeling above him with her cunt aimed at his face. He saw her reach down and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers as she slowly lowered her crotch. Her pubic hair was light-strawberry color, thick and curly. As her fingers spread the lips of her cunt, Fred could see the deep pink meat of her vagina.
He inhaled deeply and the odor of her pussy swept through his system. But there was another odor, and Fred realized that she had sprayed her crotch with some sort of cologne. It was almost a musk scent and Fred felt an animal reaction begin in his body. His nostrils flared and the blood began to slowly course through his cock again.
Her cunt came closer and closer, until it was all he could see. His eyes coursed over the sea of curly pubic hair and pink meat and he darted his tongue out of his mouth to tease her with small lapping motions until she settled her crotch on his face. Then he ran his tongue around her entire vulva, following the taut lips of her cunt. "Oooohhh!" she moaned with delight as he slid his tongue up inside her hot cunt. Faye leaned back, grinding her pussy against his face. She loved this, and she was in the mood for a nice, lazy climax. Fred found her clitoris, a tiny bump near the apex of her cunt. It was not at all like Janet's. Faye's clit was little more than a pimple between the lips of her cunt. But the moment he began flicking his tongue back and forth across the hard surface, Faye reacted by clenching the muscles of her thighs. Rubbing his chin against the opening to her cunt, Fred ran the tip of his tongue roughly over the sensitive bud of her clit. "Aaaaahhhh!!!" she exclaimed, biting her lip as the waves of pleasure began to sweep through her. She had intended to have a slow, lazy orgasm, but Fred was better at eating a girl than she had thought he would be. She felt the spasms begin rippling through her legs and thighs and the nipples on her tits became hard and hot.
"Eat it!" she groaned, moving her hips so that she ground her pussy against his face. His mustache was rubbing against her sensitive cunt lips, and as she moved her crotch she could feel it brush her clit. "Chew me! Oh, that's good! Eat it, Fred darling! EAT IT!" Fred had to gasp for air as she completely covered his mouth and nose with her grinding pussy. He felt strands of hair lodged in his teeth, and her juices were beginning to flow into his mouth. She had a heavy salt flavor that permeated his mouth and seemed to seep through his system. He began nibbling at her, scraping the edges of his teeth against the meat of her emit as she moved around on his face. Then he rammed his tongue deep inside her vagina and rubbed his nose against her clit as hard as he could.
This was the first time Fred had ever experienced a female discharge. Faye's cunt seemed to open wide like a blooming flower. As she was gripped in her climax, a fine spray drifted out of her cunt and covered Fred's face. It was not heavy, just a light mist, but Fred had never seen this before and it excited him.
Faye gripped the sides of Fred's head with her thighs and held her emit pressed against his mouth as she went through spasm after spasm of orgasm. Then she trembled as she slowly allowed her body to relax. She looked down into Fred's handsome face and smiled.
"That was good," she said softly, lifting her body free of Fred's moist face. "I think it's so much better to get the early orgasms behind like that, don't you? Then you can settle down to some sensuous fucking. You're good, Fred darling-very good," she said as she stretched out beside him and casually reached over to grasp his cock in her warm hand, "That's fine, if you don't wear yourself out," Fred laughed. "How about a cigarette?"
"Sure," she replied, holding and stroking his cock as he moved to the edge of the couch and reached for the cigarettes on the coffee table. "I never wear out, darling. I could eat and fuck all night and all day. And the man doesn't wear out. Sometimes he gets tired of the same old thing all the time. But the minute he's with a new, strange partner, he's ready to pop his nuts right away. That's why I like to get the first climax over with, so we can settle down to some real tucking." Fred felt himself becoming excited again. He didn't know if it was her talented hand or her use of sexy language. Or was it just Faye the sex machine? She was the most completely sensual female he had ever met. She was like a sexual animal who thought of nothing else. Fred wondered if she was a nymphomaniac. He had no training in psychology, but she at times seemed to fit the description.
He pushed the thought from his mind. He had no intention of becoming involved. Swinging was sex for the sake of sex. He remembered reading in an article that swingers accepted and enjoyed each moment for what it was. No hassles. No questions asked.
And he had to admit that this was a great moment for him. He was with the most completely sexual person he had ever met. She truly enjoyed sex and had practiced it to a fine art. At the moment she was stroking his cock, softly but persistently, like a child admires and caresses a toy before playing with it.
Fred reached over and placed his hand on her pubic mound. His fingers slipped down into her gash. It was moist, almost wet, and warm with the heat of her body. Her legs separated as he began caressing her cunt and rubbing her clit.
The very touch of her body made the blood pump through his cock. She felt it jerk and become rigid in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it and began moving her hand up and down in a pumping action, jacking him off slowly.
"You know what's fun?" she said, her body beginning to squirm as his insistent finger massaged her clitoris.
"What?"
"To do this until one can make the other come," she sighed, her breath beginning to come quicker now. "Especially if you've got a good porno film to watch, or even looking at pictures in a porno book. Ever do that?" "No," Fred responded truthfully.
"Do you have any porno material?" Faye asked.
"No, sorry."
"That's okay," she replied gently. "I'm not really in that mood anyway. Some night you'll have to come over to our place. We have a collection of stuff, movies, magazines and books. We'll stretch out and jack each other off as we look at them. It's fun to have a contest, but I always lose because I have such a short fuse."
"You really enjoy sex, don't you?"
"Everybody enjoys sex, Fred darling," Faye responded, giving his cock a playful squeeze as she continued her maddening stroking. "Unless there is something wrong with them, that is. Some feel guilty because they enjoy it, or because others enjoy it. I don't. I think it's the most natural thing m the world, so I dedicate myself to it. Don't try to psyche me, Fred. That's what's wrong with so many people. They try to figure out what makes the other person tick instead of accepting them as they are. I have a theory about that. Interested?"
"Sure."
"I think lots of people try to figure out what makes the other person tick just so they can change that person to their own way of thinking. Their interest isn't in the other person, but in their own bag. Do you read me?" "I think so," Fred said slowly; his mind not functioning as well as he wanted it to because of what her exciting hand was causing in his groin. "You think a lot of people are on one hell of an ego trip." "Right. I know people think I'm dumb, just a fucking machine, but I see a lot. Too many people are too busy looking for something beyond what they see on the surface, and they're doing it to somehow justify some bag of their own. And they miss out on a hell of a lot of fun that way." "Am I included?" Fred asked.
"Maybe. I kind of think you are trying to go back, recapture your youth through a young wife and swinging with younger people. Maybe you lost your youth somewhere along the line, I don't know. Don't run so hard, Fred darling. Slow down and enjoy life."
"Aren't you guilty of what you say others do?" Fred said with an attempt at a laugh. She had somehow peeled away layers and exposed a part of him he wasn't sure he wanted seen.
"Just call me your friendly counselor," Faye replied, stroking his cock harder and faster. "Free fucking and analysis on a twenty-four-hour basis. And right now, Fred, I feel like fucking. No, don't move. Let me ride you." Holding his cock in her hand, she pulled herself to a kneeling position and lifted one leg over his body to straddle him. She bent down and began licking his cock like a child licks a larger sucker, running the swollen shaft beneath her nose and nibbling at it with her teeth. Then she held it m both hands and pumped the foreskin up and down as fast as she could. Fred's blood was boiling in his veins. He watched the petite little body poised above him and reached out to fondle her firm tits. He saw her raise her body and scoot forward until her crotch was directly above his rigid prick.
Using both hands to guide it to her slit, she lowered her body until he saw the tip of his prick disappear into her thick pubic hair. Then she brought her legs up until she was in a squatting position with her hands braced on his legs behind her.
He felt the pressure build on his cock as it held for a moment at the entrance to her cunt. Then he felt it begin to slide into her as she forced her body down, impaling herself on his hard cock. Faye wasn't as tight as Janet, Fred thought. But she couldn't be with the size of Troy's cock! Yet it was a warm, relatively tight fit. His eyes were fixed on the shaft of his prick as it disappeared inch by inch into her sensual body. When it was halfway up her, Faye forced her body down hard and sent the head of his cock racing to her womb. He felt the cheeks of her ass press against his thighs as she literally sat down on his prick. Fred brought his knees up to gain leverage and began a pumping motion with his hips. He watched his cock as it worked in and out of her cunt. The shaft was moist and gleaming now, and his balls were beginning to throb with a demand for release. Fred saw Faye 's eyes close as she leaned back and began a steady rocking motion to counter his short thrusts. He knew he was building toward a climax, yet it was elusive. Then he realized that Faye was pacing herself deliberately. Every time he would come close to a peak of excitement, she would slow down or remain still for a moment. This was going to be an endurance contest, Fred thought. He reached out and slipped his index finger into the top of her slit as he continued fucking her with his steady pumping motion. Locating her erect clitoris, Fred began massaging it firmly. Her reaction was immediate. She began to squirm and moan and perspiration broke out on her body. Her mouth dropped open and she rode his cock with more determination. Her hips began to grind against his body and the muscles in her cunt began expanding and contracting to milk his surging cock as it thrust in and out of her body.
"Mmmm! Oooohhhh! AAAAAhhhh!" she moaned as little spasms rippled through her. "Oh God, I want to come!"
Fred began thrusting harder and deeper, his hips moving like pistons. "But not like this!" she said quickly, leaning forward and bracing herself so she could free her body of his rigid cock. She pulled herself off of him and stood on trembling legs by the edge of the couch. Leaning forward, she doubled her body so that her ass was high in the air and her breasts were touching the couch. "Take me Greek style!" she moaned as her body continued quivering and quaking.
Fred needed no urging. He was so hot he thought his balls were going to explode and send their load spraying all over the couch. He jumped to his feet and positioned himself behind her doubled body. Her ass was so rounded and firm! Grasping her waist in his hands, he moved forward and brought his surging cock between the white globes of her buttocks. This was something Fred had always wanted to try, and the fact that this beautiful girl was begging him to shove it up her ass had him wild with desire. He reached down and guided the head of his cock to the small brown hole nestled between the white mounds of her ass. Lodging the head in her anus, he once again gripped her waist and began pressing forward. There was a beautiful pain in his groin as her anal ring resisted his invasion. His cock was stuck there and he jerked his hips and gave her a hard lunge.
"OWWW! No, don't stop!" she cried when he began to pull back. "It always hurts at first, but I love it. Shove it up my ass, Fred darling!" Fred gripped her waist tightly and thrust hard. A sharp pain shot through him as her anal ring held for a moment, then gave way to allow his cock to penetrate her rectum. It was so tight it felt like he had his cock in a vise!
"More! More, damn it!" she chanted. "Ram it all the way up my ass!" The words were all Fred needed. He lunged into her and felt his cock begin inching its way up inside her rectum. It was so tight he had to ram it into her a little bit at a time. He stopped for a second to allow her canal to expand to take him, and it was at that moment that Faye reached back between their legs and grabbed his balls. She yanked on them none too gently.
"Now fuck me, you bastard!" she grunted, pulling his balls hard. Fred became a raging stud. He held her waist and began punishing her ass with long, hard thrusts that sent his cock soaring into her bowels. She screamed at him, but Fred ignored her and ravaged her like an animal. He looked down to see his long, thick shaft working its way in and out of her ass and the blood was pounding in his temples. She was holding his balls and milking them and Fred knew he couldn't hold out a second longer. He thrust deep and felt his nuts explode.
"AAAAaaaaiiieeeee!" Faye cried, falling for ward and pulling Fred's balls so he followed her down to the couch and continued fucking her as spurt after spurt of his hot juice raced into her rectum. Then they both collapsed, exhausted.
Chapter Seven
Janet almost gasped out loud when she and Troy returned to the table in the restaurant and found that Fred and Faye were gone. When she had finally relaxed in Troy's arms on the dance floor, she had given herself so completely to the music and the maleness of her partner that she became oblivious to everything around her. She hadn't noticed Faye's signal to Troy, and she never even glanced at the table to see if they were still there.
"They've split," Troy said softly.
"Split?"
"Left," Troy replied. "Faye signaled me while we were dancing. They've hit it off and want to spend the night together. Fred took her up to your apartment."
"I. . I see," Janet said. "And that means that you and I.." "It doesn't mean a thing, Janet," Troy said with a warm smile as he paid the check. "No obligations. You're not stuck with me, unless you want to be."
"The same goes for you, Troy," Janet said, placing her hand on top of his. She liked him, truly liked him, and she was attracted to him. But she was still nervous in this strange situation.
"Oh, but I want to be stuck with you," Troy said with a smile. "I thought I had made that plain. I find you a very attractive and exciting woman." "I don't see how I can be exciting when I'm so tied up m knots." "That's only because all of this is so new to you. Look, Janet, why don't we go up to my place and have a drink? Maybe we can relax and get to know each other better."
"Okay," Janet said hesitantly. Then she laughed.
"What's so funny?" Troy asked.
"If I don't go with you," Janet replied, "I'll have to find a hotel for the night. It seems my bed is occupied."
"And bouncing, if I know Faye," Troy remarked, taking her hand and leading her out of the restaurant.
Troy made small talk as they drove to an older residential district of Boston, but Janet was quiet. His last remark about Faye and her obvious sexuality had disturbed Janet. In a way, Troy had been comparing his wife's sensuality to Janet's lack of sexuality. That both annoyed and challenged her, but she knew that basically she was not as open and free a person as Faye was.
When she thought about Fred and Faye alone in her apartment, Janet had mixed emotions. She knew that Troy was right, that they would be fucking. And that made her jealous. She could see Faye doing things to Fred, things she might not do, and the thought caused a familiar itch in Janet's cunt. Why did she become sexually aroused thinking about Fred with another woman? Janet waited while Troy circled around behind the parked car and opened her door. She followed him quietly to the elevator in the basement garage. In the elevator she had a momentary urge to bolt and run, but she managed to control herself.
"You have a nice apartment," Janet said, feeling it was expected of her.
She didn't like it as well as her own, but it was pleasant and neat. "Scotch or bourbon?" Troy asked, walking to a small bar in the corner of the living room.
"Scotch, if you have it. On the rocks, I think," Janet said. Maybe she could relax if she had a couple of drinks. She glanced at Troy as he filled the glasses with ice. Janet had to admit that she felt a strong attraction to him, and she wondered why she felt so nervous and uptight. Janet was pleased to see he had almost filled her glass with Scotch. He realized that she needed to relax. She appreciated that in addition to everything else, Troy was considerate.
"If nothing else," Troy said, taking off his tie and jacket and hanging them over the back of a chair, "we can sit here, relax and get thoroughly swacked in good company. If you're warm, say so and I'll open a window." "I'm fine," Janet said. "You're as nervous as I am. Sit down, Troy." Troy wasn't nervous. He was trying to devise a tactic. He was determined to fuck this gorgeous blonde. Her incredible tits had been driving him nuts all night. And for Troy there was another factor. Most women, when they saw his photo with his huge cock at full erection, lost interest rapidly. That was why they sent it out that way. Many women-too many as far as Troy was concerned- just didn't want a man with a large cock. When they first began swinging, Troy found that a lot of the girls were hot and ready until they saw the size of his prick. Then they either backed off or tried to satisfy him with a hand-job or a blowjob. But Janet hadn't reacted that way at all.
She admitted when they were dancing that she had made the choice of what couple they would call first. That meant that she'd seen his cock and wasn't afraid of it. Troy thought she would be a willing, even enthusiastic, partner once she managed to relax. But willing or not he was determined to fuck her!
Janet encouraged Troy to talk about his work while she drained her first drink. He made her another and began drawing her out. Janet told him about herself in general terms and they laughed at small incidents she related about her work. By the time she finished her third drink, Janet heard the words slurring as she spoke.
She was completely relaxed now, and she even wanted Troy to make love to her. She wondered what was taking him so long to make a pass at her. "It's warm in here, Troy," she said with a light laugh, "but I don't think a window will help."
Troy took the hint and slid over next to her on the sofa. He put his arm around her and took hold of her chin to bring her face to his. "You're beautiful, Janet," he said, pressing his lips against hers and slipping his tongue into her warm mouth. Inhaling the fragrance of her hair made Troy's cock spring erect. It had been in a state of partial erection the whole evening, and the proximity of her luscious body tipped the scales.
Janet was surprised at how receptive her body was. She felt immediate excitement when their lips met, and his tongue in her mouth caused a definite stirring between her legs. She felt his hand slipping down to her tit and she threw her arm around his neck and kissed him passionately. Janet knew she was drunk, but she didn't care. And as long as she had gotten herself into this situation, why not enjoy it? Troy cupped her full tit in his hand and felt her nipple pop hard. He smiled to himself with this confirmation that she was the passionate woman he thought she was. She broke their kiss and moved her mouth to his ear, chewing at the lobe and darting her tongue teasingly inside. Troy's balls were roaring with desire for this lovely creature. He dropped his hand to her short skirt and worked his fingers up her full, firm thighs. His probing fingers reached her panties and found a soft cushion of pubic hair. He smiled when he realized she was already moist with desire. Her legs parted as he began softly rubbing her cunt. Troy began undressing her as he continued caressing her body and rubbing her cunt. She leaned forward to allow him to unsnap her bra. "God, that's quite a set of tits!" Troy said, feasting his eyes on her full, firm mounds. He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth and began sucking and nibbling on it.
Janet thought she was going to have an orgasm with his fingers moving back and forth across her large, sensitive clitoris. And when he took her nipple between his lips she felt the spasms of a tiny climax grip her. She had to raise up to help him pull down her skirt and panties, and Troy cupped her ass in his hand and held her like that for a moment, running his middle finger up to the opening to her cunt and inserting it just inside her vaginal canal.
"Ummmm!" she said. "Aren't you terribly hot with all those clothes on?" Troy smiled and stood up to take his clothes off. The sight of her luscious nude body on the sofa made him hurry and he almost got his legs tangled in his slacks as he pulled them down. "OH!" Janet gasped when she saw his enormous cock spring free of his undershorts. She remembered the photo, but it looked much larger in the flesh. Janet smiled when she realized that she'd soon know what it would be like to have that cock in cock her cunt. Troy dropped beside her and kissed her lips for a moment, then placed his head in her lap and pulled her thighs open. He loved the golden pubic hair cresting her cunt and he nestled his nose in it to inhale the fragrance of her pussy.
Then he separated the lips of her cunt. Troy was surprised and excited when her large clitoris popped out at him. He brought his tongue to the tip of her clit and began licking her gently. Her immediate response excited him even more. Her body seemed to come alive the minute he touched her clitoris. Her muscles quivered and her legs opened wider. Troy had never seen such a large clitoris. He pursed his lips and surrounded it, then pulled it into his mouth and began sucking it.
Janet's body came alive as if an electric shock had coursed through her system. She could feel his lips, tongue and teeth on her clit, and waves of pleasure swept through her. Hesitantly, she reached out and placed her hand on his cock. It was hard and hot. She could feel the blood pounding through the thick veins that ran along the thick shaft as she stroked it gently.
She wanted to suck him, and she shifted her body until she was kneeling above him with her crotch mashed against his hungry mouth. His cock looked even larger as she held it in her hands and leaned down to kiss the swollen head with her full lips. It was so thick she could not get her fingers all the way around the shaft, so she held it in both hands and began licking it. Then she opened her mouth and tried to take the head of his prick inside. But it wouldn't fit and her jaws strained until they ached.
If she couldn't take it in her mouth, how could she ever take it in her cunt? Janet kissed it, licking it along the length of the shaft from tip to base. It was so long! She knew it was at least twelve inches long! Fred's was only seven inches. They had measured it one night when he told her that other girls before they were married had claimed that he was too big.
Her lips and tongue were driving Troy wild. His balls ached and his cock felt as if it would explode!
He sucked her clit hard, nibbling on it with his teeth until she was squirming on his face. He couldn't take it any longer. He had to fuck her now!
Troy lifted her in the air and slid out from under her body. He placed her on her back on the sofa and positioned himself on his knees between her thighs. Then he lifted her ankles and doubled her knees against her tits. This brought her cunt to a fully exposed position and allowed for the deepest possible penetration.
Then he reached down and began manipulating her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger until she was moaning and squirming. "Ready to be fucked?" he asked, running his middle finger deep inside her cunt.
"Yes! Oh yes! But be gentle," she moaned "I'm very tight." Troy held his cock in his hand and watched her eyes fix on it as he slowly guided it to her blonde twat. He mashed it against her cut for a moment, making her moan and quiver, then brought it down her slit and lodged it in the opening to her vagina. Leaning in, he pressed forward. "OWW!" she protested as the ring at the entrance to her cunt resisted the size of his prick.
Troy ignored her. He was accustomed to hearing girls complain when he speared them. He pressed harder until the tight opening expanded and the swollen head of his cock plopped inside the warm canal. "AAArrruuughhhh!" Janet screamed as the pain of her expanding cunt raced to every nerve in her body. "I can't. . . AAArrruughhh! TROY! I CAN'T TA--... AAAuuuuurrrggggghhhh!"
Troy was oblivious to her pleas. He watched his thick cock as it speared the beautiful blonde's body. At the most, he was two inches inside her. And she was screaming like an angry cat.
He jerked his hips and thrust another inch up her cunt. "AAAAiieeee! JESUS CHRIST, TROY!" she screamed. She knew he was tearing her apart inside. She could feel the skin giving way and it felt like he was cutting her with a knife. The pain raced from nerve to nerve in her body and the alcoholic haze that had surrounded her quickly disappeared.
"NO! PLEEEEASSSSE!"
Troy held her legs tightly pressed against her tits and lunged into her with all his strength. He saw his cock slide a good two inches deeper with that thrust.
"AAAUUUURRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Janet had to fight to maintain consciousness.
The pain was bouncing around in her brain like a series of sharp blades.
It cut into her very core.
With one hard lunge, Troy rammed the final inches of his cock into her belly. He felt his balls bounce off her firm ass as his pelvis ground against her clitoris. Glancing at her face, Troy saw tears running in rivers across her pretty cheeks. He felt her fists pound against his back and her nails dig into his neck, but he didn't slacken his pressure at all. Troy knew that the trick was to remain still long enough to ease the pain and allow her canal to expand enough to accept his thick cock. The pressure on his cock told him that Janet was tighter than most girls he had fucked. Big tits and a small cunt, he thought, every man's dream girl. He watched her golden hair fly through the air as she flailed her head back and forth. Janet was a truly beautiful woman. Tears were still gushing from her eyes, but Troy thought he felt a lessening of force in the pounding of her fists on his back. He'd wait a minute or two longer. His prick felt fantastically good held in the hot sleeve of her tight cunt. Troy decided he would fuck her slowly, deliberately, make it something she would never forget.
Janet had wanted to die. It was more painful than anything she had experienced in her life. Every inch of her cunt felt like it was cut with a thousand sharp razor blades, and she felt like a tree stump or a telephone pole had been forced up her. Every muscle and nerve in her body seemed to be seared with pain. Twice she had blacked out for a moment, and it was then that she was certain she was going to die. And her every effort had been so futile! She screamed at him, calling him every filthy name she had ever heard, but he seemed to be deaf to her words. She dug her nails into the strong, rippling muscles of his neck and pounded as hard as she could with her fists on his rock-hard back. It was like throwing pebbles at a bear. He didn't notice and the pressure and pain in her crotch remained constant.
Then it gradually began to subside. At first, Janet hardly noticed the difference. There was still pain, terrible pain, but it had decreased just a fraction. It was like a dying fire as the pain decreased. She felt the muscles of her upper body relax as the pain withdrew to remain a bed of glowing coals in her cunt. She stopped moving her head from side to side and she stopped beating her fists against Troy's back. Janet felt as if her entire body were wrapped around his huge cock. She was sure her cunt was bleeding. She had never felt so completely stuffed in her life! And he was so deep inside her! A new and strangely exciting sensation swept through her. The ring of her vaginal entrance was stretched so wide her clitoris was under constant pressure. How could she possibly be excited when anything hurt her as much as this did? Yet she was. Her nipples were hard and pressing against her thighs as he held her doubled up like a ball. Troy saw her calm down and felt her body begin to relax. Bracing himself on his hands and knees, he began sliding his cock out of her cunt. He pulled back just an inch, then pressed it forward again. "OWW! Please, Troy! OWWWW!" Janet cried. The fire of pain was there again, but now it was centered in her cunt. And, she had to admit, it felt strangely good.
Troy completely ignored her, pulling his cock farther out with each stroke and moving it deliberately back up her cunt to the maximum penetration. It was tight-very tight! Troy could feel the foreskin on his cock stretched to the limit with each stroke. And that served to double the waves of pleasure rushing through him.
Her cunt was so tight Troy had to move slowly. He found it impossible to achieve momentum. It was as if he were being teased, and his balls ached and throbbed as they rubbed against her ass with each stroke. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her cunt, then lunged forward as hard as he could.
"Ooooohhhhh!" Janet moaned. It hurt, but now the joy it gave her was even greater than the pain. She knew she had never been possessed by a man like this before. She could feel every inch of him inside her. The heavy veins along the shaft of his cock seemed to gorge out canals in the walls of her cunt as he worked in and out of her ravaged body. And that long thrust! She anticipated it each time, yet it was always deeper and more exciting than she imagined. She could feel his heavy balls scraping against her ass, and even that seemed exciting. Troy realized that her lubricating fluids must have at last begun to flow because suddenly her cunt was just a little looser. His cock moved with slightly more freedom and he began fucking her very slowly and very deliberately.
His hips moved like pistons, shoving his cock deep into her womb with each smooth stroke.
This required tremendous control on Troy's part. The sight of the gorgeous blonde beneath him, her body impaled on his thick cock, made the blood roar through his veins. His balls were pulsing with sperm and he wanted to let go and fill her with his juices. But he held back, pacing himself with a frantic will He wanted to build to a mind-bending climax, a climax neither one of them would ever forget.
Janet felt her body responding. As difficult as it was in her balled position, she managed to move her lower torso to counter his slow, measured strokes. She began moving her hips in a circular motion, trying to match his pace. The fire and pain were gone now, and she was filled with an almost incredible desire. Her nipples were like coals, burning against her legs and throbbing with increasing pressure. She threw her arms around Troy's neck and pulled him close to her. "Fuck me, Troy! Fuck me!" she whispered in his ear as she nibbled at his earlobe.
Troy knew he couldn't hold out a minute longer. He dug his toes into the material of the sofa and began lunging his cock in and out of her body with every ounce of energy and technique he had. He heard and felt his balls slapping against her ass as his movement became faster and faster. His knees trembled and sweat ran from his creased forehead as he thrust deeper and deeper into the gorgeous blonde's body. Janet's head began flailing against the sofa again. And her fists started beating on Troy's back. But this time it wasn't from pain. Janet was on a plateau of pleasure she had never reached before. Every inch of her body seemed to be involved in the orgasm that was building inside her. She felt like a rocket hurling through space. "AAAAAaaaaiieeeee!" she cried as her body reached a new height and exploded. Sprays of color burst before her eyes. She felt her toes curl as her body went into a series of quaking spasms. Troy's body was completely out of control. He banged against her without mercy. The collision of their bodies produced a loud slapping noise. He felt his balls inflate and then erupt to send their load arcing through his surging cock.
"Oooohhhh!" Janet gasped, experiencing another orgasm when she felt the jets of Troy's hot sperm splashing against her womb. She locked her arms around his neck and rode him as his hips slowly wound down. After a long moment, Troy slid his cock slowly out of her body. He collapsed on the sofa beside her.
Janet felt empty. It was as if he had taken away her insides when he withdrew that prick that had so completely filled her body. "Do you have a cigarette?" she asked in a small voice. "Huh? Oh, sure," Troy replied, heaving himself to an upright position and searching through his shirt pockets. He found a pack and offered it to her. Janet's fingers were weak and trembling, but she managed to pull a cigarette out and light it with the lighter he handed her. "Was I. . . was I all right?" Janet asked, offering Tray the lighted cigarette and admiring the fine muscles of his chest and shoulders. "Are you kidding?" Troy responded, taking a deep drag on the cigarette and passing it back. "You were sensational. I hope I didn't hurt you too much." "Hurt me?" Janet laughed. "You damned near killed me. But then it turned into something I never dreamed possible. I don't know if I could take a steady diet of it, but it was fantastic. Faye must be larger than I am to stand it regularly."
"Not much," Troy laughed. "But Faye lives on cock. Sex is her thing in life. She can't seem to get enough. And sometimes I think that the more it hurts her the better she likes it. I feel sticky. What say we take a shower?"
"Great!" Janet replied, hating the grimy feeling of being covered with her own perspiration. She took his outstretched hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. Then, holding his hand, she followed him across the living room. It was a struggle to walk. Her cunt was so sore it hurt every time she moved her legs, and Janet knew it would be worse the next day. Troy pulled the shower curtain back and turned the spray on. He squeezed her hand while they waited for the water to warm, then he began adjusting the faucets to obtain a nice hot spray.
Janet was surprised when he pulled her into the shower stall beside him. She had never taken a shower with a man before. The warm water felt good and she let her muscles relax as Troy began to soap her body. Troy was a lover of the female figure. And Janet's body never ceased to excite him. He rubbed her back, arms and shoulders with the soap, then began caressing her breasts as he lathered them. He was careful and gentle when he reached down to soap her pussy. He knew it would be sore and he ran the soap over her lightly. Then he pressed the bar of soap against her clitoris and began a soft swaying motion. "My God, you're a sexy man, Troy!" Janet sighed, feeling her sexual excitement begin all over again. She was moaning with desire before she managed to take the soap away from him.
His muscular body fascinated her and Janet rubbed his shoulders and arms until they were covered with a heavy lather. Then she soaped his back and began on his tummy and moved down to his crotch. The size of his cock never ceased to amaze her. She held it with one band while she lathered it with the other. It was like a huge firehose in her hand. She looked down when she felt it quiver and come to life in her hand. It grew to a mighty weapon as she watched. Fucking in the shower was one of Troy's favorite games. The minute he was completely hard, he grabbed Janet's waist and spun her around so that her ass was pressed against his cock. He pulled her back and doubled her body, guiding his prick to her cunt quickly and accurately. "Oh, Troy," Janet said when she realized what he was doing, "please don't. I don't think I can take it again. Honestly. I'm sore. Let me suck you off. Troy, please! TROY! OWWWW! OH GOD! TROY!" Troy smiled as he watched his cock slide easily up her cunt. He had covered it with a fine coat of hand cream Faye kept in the shower and it gilded into the blonde's body. She knew her cries were the result of being sore and not from having to expand to take his cock on this second penetration.
Holding her waist, Troy bucked his hips and began ramming his cock as deep into her as he could. He saw her tits bob as he thrust into her and his balls were swinging like grapefruit between her legs. The pain lasted only for a moment for Janet. Then she felt her body respond to his lunging cock. She was beginning to wonder if she was a nymphomaniac the way her body responded to a man's prick. She humped her ass and pushed back against his thrusting crotch. What surprised her most was that it seemed like she was ready to come after only a few strokes. She reached behind her and grabbed his swaying balls. Troy's control left him the moment she took his balls in her hand. He spread his knees and almost lifted her in the air as he pounded his cock to her.
Janet felt his balls expand almost the moment she touched them, and she knew he was close to climax. She let herself relax and moved her hips up and down frantically as her own orgasm began to grip her. "Harder! HARDER, TROY!" she cried. "Now! Give it to me! NOW!
AAAaaaiiieeeeoooo!"
Troy exploded inside her, searing the walls of her ravaged cunt with rivers of hot cum. His balls pumped and pumped until he felt his asshole contract with the strain. Then he allowed his prick to slide out of her cunt and he held her in his arms as the hot water ran over their exhausted bodies.
The rest of the night was like an erotic dream. She remembered Troy introducing her to Faye's vibrator. Janet came until she thought her cunt was going to bleed. Somehow she managed to suck him off once and then she made him come with her hands in the early morning hours. Janet missed work the following day.
Chapter Eight
"Who ever heard of breakfast at seven at night?" Janet asked, stretching her aching muscles as she climbed out of the shower. "Got a better suggestion?" Fred replied. "We slept through lunch, and frankly I don't feel like dinner when I first get up." "Okay, okay," Janet said. "Just let me slip into a robe and I'll fry some eggs."
"Take it easy," Fred laughed. "I'm dressed. I'll fix breakfast. Fried with bacon?"
"Scrambled," Janet replied, remembering that Fred's fried eggs were usually disasters. She was thankful Fred was going to prepare the meal. Her cunt was so sore she could hardly walk. Instead of going to work, she'd had Troy drive her home. Fred had just returned from running Faye to her office and they were both so exhausted they climbed into bed and slept the entire day.
Janet found that she had to walk slowly with her legs spread as far apart as possible. She applied a massive amount of skin cream on her sore cunt and sighed with relief as the cream sent a needed cooling sensation rushing through her.
"You walk like you're carrying a watermelon between your thighs," Fred remarked as she came into the kitchen.
"Fred, please!" Janet moaned.
"Pour the coffee," Fred remarked. "Breakfast will be on the table as soon as I butter the toast."
The aroma of fresh coffee livened Janet's interest as she placed the electric pot on the table and lowered herself cautiously into her chair. She suddenly realized that she was famished! They both attacked their bacon and eggs, and it wasn't until Fred had lit his cigarette and was leaning back to enjoy his second cup of coffee that they spoke.
"Well, what's your reaction to swinging?" Fred asked.
"I'm sore," Janet moaned.
"I'll bet! With the size of his cock, I'd say a girl would be damned lucky to walk afterward. You've always wanted a big cock. How was it?" "God, Fred, it hurt like hell!"
"No good, then?"
"Oh, after I got used to it, it was fantastic!" she sighed. "But I don't know how a girl could take that every day. Faye must be something else. How was she in bed?"
"Something else!" Fred replied with a laugh. "I'd say she was the ultimate sex machine. There isn't a thing about sex she doesn't like, and she's perfected the art. Just like you and Troy, we fucked all night long." "I wish you wouldn't remind me," Janet responded. "It hurts to even think about it. So Faye was Miss Supersex?"
"Something like that," Fred commented. He saw the hurt look in Janet's eyes and placed his hand over hers on the table. "But that's all Faye is, darling. She's a sex bomb, devoted to nothing but sex. How a man could live with her day in and day out is beyond me." "You're saying she'd screw him to death?" Janet asked, feeling a little better after Fred's remark.
"That, or bore him to death with constant sex. Sex is great fun, but there's more to life. Faye doesn't know or believe that." "Troy said something like that about her," Janet remarked. "But I guess he likes it. Tell me what the two of you did." "In detail?"
"Of course. I don't know about you, but I'm dying of curiosity." Fred laughed, then began describing in detail his evening with Faye. Janet asked questions at every turn, demanding the most intimate details. "She liked that?" Janet asked, amazed when Fred told her how Faye had demanded that he fuck her in the ass.
"Faye likes everything about sex, darling," Fred replied.
"Didn't it hurt her?"
"She said it hurt for a moment, then felt good enough to give her a very intense orgasm." He went on to describe the many things they did after that, the oral sex contest they had, the positions they tried, everything. He saw her chest begin to rise and fall with deep breaths and Fred knew that his descriptions of his experiences with Faye had turned Janet on. "So tell me all about your adventures with elephant prick." Hesitantly, and with a certain amount of embarrassment, Janet began to relate the events of her evening with Troy. Fred demanded the same details he had given her and Janet described every act. "Did you like the vibrator?" Fred asked when she told him how Troy had made her climax three times with it.
"It was great!"
"Want me to buy you one?"
"Yes," Janet answered, blushing a little as she felt an itch between her legs when she thought about the vibrator. Fred felt his cock pressing against his pants and realized that listening to his wife describe her evening with another man had given him a hard-on. "Just talking about it has me turned on," Fred remarked. "Me too," Janet said. "But, darling, I'm too sore to screw. I think it would kill me."
"Just your cunt is sore, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your mouth isn't sore. And your ass isn't sore, is it?"
"But, Fred, we've.. . we've never tried that." "Any rule against it?" Fred asked, standing and moving over to stand beside her.
Janet was looking at his crotch and could see his rigid cock pressing against his slacks. She had to admit that talking about their experiences had excited her. Fondly, she reached out and rubbed her hand over his straining prick.
"Aren't you aroused?" Fred asked, reaching down and fondling her tits. "Yes," she replied slowly, "but you have to remember how sore I am. I swear, darling, I couldn't take anybody in my cunt right now." "So we'll do something else," Fred said. "You've got me as horny as hell.
Come on, let's go in the bedroom."
"What about the dishes?" asked the practical housewife. "Later! Come on," he replied, pulling her to her feet and leading her down the hall to the bedroom.
Janet loosened her robe and let it drop to the floor, then cautiously lowered her naked body to the mattress. She watched Fred hurry with his clothes and felt excitement sweep through her when she saw his cock spring free of his undershorts. Always before, she had thought of it as the biggest prick she'd ever seen. Now it didn't appear threatening at all. Not after Troy's!
As Fred approached the bed, Janet reached up and took his prick in her hand and began stroking him.
"Gently, honey," Fred said. "I'm sore too!" Janet smiled and leaned out to encircle his rigid cock with her mouth. She licked and sucked him gently.
"Do you want to . . . well, take me Greek style?" Janet asked.
"God yes, if you want it," Fred said.
"If Faye can take it, so can I," Janet remarked.
"We can use some cream to make it easier. Where's that jar of skin cream?" "There, on the night stand," she said. "I used it on my cunt this afternoon."
Fred brought the jar of cream over and Janet began applying it to his hard prick. She gave it a good thick coat and then handed the jar to Fred. "Kneel on the bed," he commanded, helping her pun herself up to a kneeling position. "I'll put some of this up you to make sure." He placed a gob of cream on his finger and brought it to the small brown opening between the cheeks of her ass. This was something he'd wanted to do to Janet since they were married, and now he had his chance. He inserted his finger gently into her anus and then ran it slowly up her rectum. "Hurt?"
"No, it feels sort of good," Janet said.
Fred did this three more times, placing a large gob of cream on his finger each time, and ramming it deeper up her asshole each time. Then he climbed up on the bed and positioned himself behind her on his knees. Traces of the white cream surrounded her asshole, making it a target. Fred held his cock in his hand and moved forward until he had the swollen head placed directly against her anus. Then he held her hips in his hands and began pressing forward.
He had learned one thing with Faye, and that was not to enter slowly. She told him to ram it in fast so the pain would come and go quickly. When he felt Janet's anus begin to expand, Fred reared back and lunged into her with all his might.
"OOOWWWWWW" Janet screamed as she felt his cock race to the very depths of her bowels with one thrust. "Wait, Fred," she moaned. "Wait. I don't think I can take it. FRED, WAIT!"
But Fred wasn't paying any attention to her. The sight of his cock spearing her asshole turned him into a raging bull. Holding her hips tightly in his hands, Fred began fucking her with long, hard thrusts into her rectum. He felt his balls brush against her thighs each time he sent his shaft racing up into her bowels.
Janet was surprised at how quickly the pain disappeared. She stopped beating her fists against the mattress and tried to understand a new sensation that was sweeping through her system. It was exciting, not exciting like having a cock inside her cunt, but still very exciting. Her rectum felt stuffed, and every time he pulled back and lunged into her she was filled with a wave of pleasure.
As she became excited, Janet reached back and placed her finger on her clitoris. It was erect and trembled to her touch. Playing with herself while he fucked her this way brought Janet to an exciting plateau. Fred felt like a bull fucking a cow in heat. He saw Janet's hand snake back between her legs, and watching her play with herself while he poured his cock up her ass made his balls rumble. He rested his abdomen on the top of her ass and began pumping his cock to her with hard jerks of his hips. When his balls inflated, Fred let himself go. He fucked her harder and harder.
"Yeeeoooowwww!" he cried. "I'm commmminnnggg!" Janet felt the hot jets of juice race up her like an enema and she rubbed her clit frantically. Fred's cock was still pumping juice into her when she felt the spasms of her orgasm begin. They caught her like an earthquake and her entire body began shaking. "Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned, humping her ass back to take every last inch of him inside her. They clung to each other for several minutes, their crotches glued together, then both fell onto the bed in exhaustion. They talked some more that evening, agreeing that after a period of resting they might try some mare swinging. "But no more big cocks for me," Janet remarked. "At least not right away." In spite of something he liked to call warning intuition, and over Janet's expressed opinion, Fred went to work on his new job the following Monday morning. The first few days were moderately interesting while he learned about his new company and designed programs for their computers. But within a week, Fred was bored.
He began coming home on his lunch hour, grabbing a sandwich and working for half an hour on the final details of his own computer idea. Janet soon learned not to talk to him about his day at work. She realized that he hated his job, and that he was doing it only to keep them afloat during these difficult times. She was pleased to see him re-register with the employment agency he had used, and she encouraged him to keep looking for the right situation.
"Guess who just called?" Fred announced one night after he had been working for over a week. "Too bad you weren't here to say hello. It was Troy. He and Faye have been on a trip. That's why we haven't heard from them. Anyway, he wants to see me about my project. I suggested tomorrow after work and he said he would come over. Hope you don't mind." "Mind? I'm delighted you two have something to share besides me. I'm not signing up for another adventure with him, though." "Don't you like Troy?" Fred asked.
"Of course I like him!" Janet replied. "I just don't want to have that tree stump of his in me again. Look, I haven't been sore for almost a week-and it feels just great!"
"Well, Faye isn't coming with him anyway," Fred said. "This is strictly business. He may have someone interested in the project and he wants to see everything I have on it."
Janet thought she would be embarrassed with Troy, but when he arrived and she saw his warm smile and friendly face she felt completely at ease. She made drinks and served some snacks, cheese and crackers and pretzels, while Troy and Fred talked in the living room. "We met this couple at a party on Long Island last week," Troy explained to Fred, once Fred had shown Troy a good deal of his computer bartender project. "They're nice. Attractive, in their forties. We didn't get to ball them because we were due at another party, but George and I had a while to talk."
"What business is he in?" Fred asked.
"He's a glass manufacturer, and he makes glasses for bars. That's what started us talking. When I told him I represented a Scotch importer, George guessed who it was and told me he knew my boss." "This was a swingers' party?" Fred asked. "Right. George and Donna are swingers. Faye and I dropped by because we had met the hosts at another party. Frankly, I wished we'd stayed. There were better-looking people there than the one we went to. Anyway, I outlined this project of yours and George's eyes really lighted up. He said it was the thing of the future and asked all sorts of questions I couldn't answer."
"What?"
"Oh, technical questions, and all about how it actually worked to make drinks. Finally, he gave me his card and made me promise to call him so he could meet you."
"Is he loaded?" Fred asked, no longer trying to conceal the interest and excitement in his voice.
"I checked with my boss yesterday," Troy replied, refusing Janet's offer of another drink, "and Chuck said George Haney is worth at least five million bucks. Chuck gave me a clue about George, though, and that's that he is very conservative. Has to see anything with his own eyes before he'll believe it. Would it be possible for you to have a working model of your project for him to see?"
Fred stood up and began pacing the floor. "It's what I really need, Troy," Fred finally replied, "and I know it. Of course it's possible. But it would take time and money. I have the whole thing programmed out, and I even have a number of the mechanical parts made. All I need is a computer, but those cost a fortune." Could you use somebody else's computer?" Troy asked.
"You mean wire it up for a demonstration and then unwire it?" "Something like that, I guess," Troy responded. "I don't know anything about computers, Fred, but I'm pretty sure that you can sell George Haney this project with a good demonstration."
"I could rig it up to make two or three types of drinks," Fred said excitedly. "That should be enough to demonstrate that it works, shouldn't it?"
"I would think so," Troy replied. "We have a computer at our company.
Maybe you could do it on a weekend,"
"What kind do you have?" Fred asked, his excitement growing by the minute. When Troy told him, Fred took a pencil and pad and made a number of calculations.
"How long would it take you to rig it up?" Troy asked.
"A couple of weeks."
"A couple of weeks! Man, I couldn't get you our computer for that long. I was thinking of a weekend when we're closed." "I won't need the whole computer," Fred said. "All I need is one of the extra panels you're bound to have. All the wiring, or programming, is done on the panel anyway. I could rig up the rest in a matter of a few hours on a weekend and we give our demonstration. Troy, I'm not sure, but I think we can swing it."
"We? Fred, this is your baby. I'm just giving you a helping hand because I like you and because the idea intrigues me." "Look, Troy, if I get this thing going, I'll need a top sales manager. I don't know a thing about sales, and I want you for my sales manager. It's the opportunity you've been waiting for. Believe me, we'll be rich in no time with this thing."
"I might just take you up on that offer," Troy responded, "but meanwhile we've got another problem.
"What?"
"I promised Haney I would get hold of you and set up an appointment to meet him this week. He made me promise to set it up before Friday because the first snow fell in Vermont and he wants to go for a combination swinging and skiing holiday this weekend. Faye and I are invited. The Haneys have another couple and they asked me to find someone else. Hey, why don't you two go with us? Janet, do you like to ski?" "I love it!" Janet replied. "And so does Fred, but we're too broke, Troy." "It's on the Haneys," Tray said. "They've chartered a plane to fly there and they're picking as up here in Hostort. A friend of his has loaned them his ski lodge for the weekend and he's hauling all the steaks and groceries with him. I'm contributing a few cases of Scotch, so it won't cost you a dime!"
"Wow!" Janet exclaimed.
"Like a dream come true!" Fred said excitedly. "Look, Troy, you can tell him we don't have time to see him before this weekend, so you're bringing as along. I'll tell him enough to get him really interested, and then think of some stall to put off a demonstration for a couple of weeks. The rest of the time, we'll all be busy skiing. "And swinging," Troy interrupted. "It could work, Fred." "I don't want to hurt your feelings, Troy darling," Janet said slowly, "but I'm not sure I could take a weekend of your loving." "Don't worry, Janet," Troy replied. "Donna Haney told me she is dying to try it with a man who has a big cock, so I'll give her my full attention this weekend."
Chapter Nine
"It's fabulous!" Janet said as she filled her lungs with the cold mountain air.
"I didn't know Vermont could be this beautiful," Troy agreed, standing beside Donna Haney as they admired the snow-covered slopes to the right of the lodge. The lodge itself was built halfway up a somewhat steep and challenging ski slope. The building was old and blended in with the surrounding countryside. There were tall, snow-laden trees above and below the lodge. On the other side of the valley below the lodge were a number of private homes and several hotels dotting the white mountain. "Vermont is a lovely state," Donna, a tall slender brunette in her early forties, remarked. "We like it here because the lodge has its own lift and you can ski without having to fight the crowds that stay on the other side of the valley. Bill McCannon, who owns this, has a number of savings and loan associations. Who else could afford a ski lodge with a private lift? George has done Bill some favors and once or twice a year Bill lets us use the lodge."
"Are they swingers?" Faye asked.
"Not Bill McCannon!" George Haney, a trim man in his mid-forties, replied with a laugh. "I'd say Bill was the square of squares. He'd probably faint if he knew about our parties up here."
"I still think Bill and Nell might surprise you," Donna Haney remarked.
"Nell is not nearly as square as you think." "But Bill is," her husband retorted. "He's so square he cuts himself on his own corners. But he's got quite a place here! What say we get some skiing in? The slopes look perfect."
The group followed George Haney up to the attic storeroom and began sorting through the well-arranged gear. Janet watched the fourth couple, Mike and Ann Mahon, with interest. They were from New York. Mike was an account executive with a large advertising company and Ann was a fashion model. They were young, both under thirty, and quite attractive. Mike was over six feet tall and very thin. He wore his dark-brown hair in a compromise between the conservative cut and the full mod style. Ann seemed to defy the traditional concept of the ultra-thin model. She had a full body, large breasts and full hips. She was by no means heavy or fat, and Janet could see how Ann would photograph beautifully. Her auburn hair was thick and very long. It was the type of hair Janet had always envied, soft and luxurious.
Both Mike and Ann were open and friendly, and Janet liked them immediately. They were the type of people you could never feel were strangers.
"Look, metal skis!" Ann exclaimed.
"And the best!" Fred said, inspecting the brand new skis in the rack along the wall.
"I'm more worried about boots," Faye remarked. "I still think I should have brought my own."
"Stop worrying, honey," Troy said as he opened a large cabinet. "Look in here. And they're all Austrian boots. If you can't find a pair that will fit you in here, you'd better give up."
"I'll say," Janet agreed, looking at what must have been over forty pairs of the best Austrian ski boots made.
"And look at these pants" Faye called from a second cabinet. "Who needs pants? We're swingers, aren't we?" Ann remarked. "We can ski nude."
"Troy can't," Faye laughed. "The way he skis, he'd freeze his balls!" They all laughed and then set to the task of selecting their gear. Once they were dressed, they met at the back of the lodge where George and Mike had the lift in operation.
"Take the lift to the top," George advised, "and take the run to the left. It's marked with an arrow and it drops you off right over there. Remember, if you get enthusiastic and ski past the lodge, you walk back up." "How long a run is it?" Fred asked.
"A little over a mile," Donna replied. "The first hundred yards are the steepest. Then it becomes a gradual slope. Great skiing." Janet went in the first chair and Fred followed her. The others were right behind. There was a brisk wind that whistled around the pines and made the ride on the lift a cold one, but no one seemed to mind. Beneath them were virgin slopes without a track on them, and the sun shone bright to offer enough warmth to offset the chilling wind. "Look," Janet exclaimed as Fred came off the lift, "there's about an inch of powder on top!" She reached down and scooped it into her mitten. "Perfect for skiing, isn't it?" Fred remarked as he checked the locks on his skis. He and Janet had done their share of skiing, but always on crowded slopes where the snow was packed to an almost ice-like glaze. He had to admit that the rich knew how to live. "Come on, let's make the first run. I've never skied virgin snow before." Fred led the way to the large pine with a white arrow painted on the trunk. A glance told him the run was well marked and he adjusted his cap and dug his poles in.
"Donna's right" he said to Janet as she came up beside him, "This first part is pretty steep. Let's take it slow. We'll make a turn over there and then turn back just this side of those trees. Ready?" He saw her nod and he pushed himself off. He had to use his poles twice to get momentum, then he began leaning to the side to slow down once he began his free run down the slope. He glanced over his shoulder just before going into his turn and he found that Janet was skiing just a few feet behind him and to his right. The powdered snow flew from their skis as they turned and then turned again.
The slope became much more gradual and they opened up as they approached the lodge. Janet had always thought that skiing was the most thrilling sport, and today had convinced her. The run was the best she had ever made. She'd had some trouble with the second turn, almost letting her skis get away from her, but she managed to right herself and the powder flying from beneath her skis made her feel like she was riding a cloud. There were none of the bumps or shocks she had experienced on the heavily skied slopes.
"Let's do it again!" she said as she pulled breathlessly up beside her husband. "That was fantastic!"
"I'm game," Fred replied, lighting two cigarettes and handing Janet one. "No wonder they rave about powder snow! Turns are a lot easier, and what a ride! Come on, let's grab the lift."
They made the run a total of three times before the others caught them by the lodge and persuaded them to come in.
"You'll be so tired you won't be able to walk," George Haney said with a laugh. "Donna has fixed some hot spiced wine." "That will hit the spot," Fred said. "I'd have gone again, but I'm mighty damned cold already."
"There's always tomorrow, George chuckled. "And I want a few minutes with you to hear all about this project you have. Troy told me enough to make me think I'm interested in what you're doing." Fred pulled off his mittens, cap and jacket once they were inside the lodge, and walked over to the roaring fire in the oversize fireplace. The others joined him, rubbing their hands together and allowing the welcome warmth to flow through their bodies.
Offering him a mug of hot spiced wine, George pulled Fred over to a small table behind the sofa facing the fire. Fred pretended to be a little reluctant to discuss his project at first, explaining that it was a new concept and he had to protect his interests until it was on the market. Fred had decided on this approach easier and was pleased to see that it had the desired effect on George Haney.
After a number of assurances that he would not be endangering his interest, Fred began to explain the computer bartender concept. He kept his language simple, avoided all technical aspects, and answered Haney's questions readily.
"I think you've really got something, Fred," Haney said enthusiastically when Fred finished. "And where do you see the market for this product?" "Why every bar in the country," Fred replied.
"Wrong," George Haney said. "The neighbor hood bars will never buy it. They exist on personal service, the friendly bartender and all that. And many of your large independent bars will hold out two or three years before they buy. This is a large investment, and a lot of bar operators will want to see plenty of results before they go far automation. But you don't need them anyway! Your market is the operator. The Hilton Hotels, Holiday Inns, Sheratons, and your chain restaurants that serve liquor. The chains will take all the units you can produce for the first couple of years. That's the beauty of it! What you need is a man like Troy to do the merchandising."
"I've already talked to him about it," Fred said. "Good, and now let me give you another tip-put a bug in your ear, so to speak. You're going to have some mechanical problems. Different size bottles from different brands of liquor, things like that. Don't try to conform to their standards, make them conform to yours. They will because they'll see that they'll lose, the business if they don't. And glasses, which happen to be my business, why not cash in on a residual market? Make your computer use special glasses. Think of the problems that will save you. And think of the extra profit in selling the glassware along with the computer. I can show you a way to make a fortune in this thing, if you're interested."
"I am," Fred replied, "but first I have to get a company formed, financed and underway, George. Then I'd like to talk to you. I hadn't thought about special glasses, but it certainly would solve some problems. I'll have to make a note to see what's available."
"No need to do that. You name the glass and we'll make it for you. We can work together on this thing, Fred. I can even get your company started for you. Look, when can I see your working model of this computer bartender?" "Well, I have to go out of town next week," Fred said, hoping that he sounded sincere. "And the week after I'm going to be busy with a supplier on some mechanical parts. Can we make it on a weekend? Say two weeks from today?"
"Where?"
"In Boston. I'll set up a demonstration at Troy's office. My shop is a mess."
"You've got a date."
"Hey, are you two going to talk business all weekend?" Ann Mahon asked, walking up and putting her arm around Fred. "This is a swinging holiday, remember? We drew lots and I won this handsome guy." "Okay, okay," laughed George with his usual good humor. "But before all these gala turn you inside out, Fred, remember that we have a date two weeks from today. I'll call Troy and set an hour." "Fine," Fred replied, pulling himself to his feet and placing his arm around Ann a slender waist. He was doubly excited and wanted to shout. He was certain that George Haney would put up the money for his company, especially with the glass tie in, and ever since he had climbed on the plane that morning he'd had his eye on Ann Mahon. He thought she had one of the prettiest faces he had ever seen. Her high cheekbones gave her a sensual appearance and her lips looked like something out of a lipstick ad. "More wine?" Ann asked as they walked back toward the fire. "Love it," Fred replied, draining what was left of the spicy brew in his mug.
"Watch it, though," Ann said as she poured him another mug from a kettle on the stave. "This stuff can have the kick of a mule, and when you're least expecting it! I got bombed up here last year, and that spoils half the fun of sex, don't you think?"
"Who likes soggy sex?" Fred chuckled, thinking that this was the second time a swinging girl had cautioned him against drinking. "Come on," Ann said, laughing and pulling his arm. "Let's go join the others."
Fred followed her across the room to find that a series of mattresses had been spread out in front of the fireplace. It was like a large stage, and everybody was on stage. Fred's cock twitched in his pants when he saw that the others were in varying stages of nudity. Janet was stretched out next to Mike Mahon, and she was naked to the waist. Mike was busy sucking one of her tits while she stroked his cock.
Faye was completely naked, kneeling before a nude George Haney and sucking his rigid prick slowly into her mouth. Fred remembered the excitement of Faye's hungry mouth and felt his groin stir. He pulled his eyes away from the erotic sight and saw Donna Haney and Troy locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies rubbing frantically together. Group sex was a new experience for Fred, something he hadn't anticipated. He had always wondered how he would react to public nudity. Not that he was prudish in any way. He had simply never been exposed to it. His reaction was definitely positive. The sight of naked bodies around him excited him sexually.
Fred turned to his beautiful partner and stared into her lovely eyes for a long moment. There was depth there, and an impish challenge. The corners of her beautiful lips turned up in what was a daring little smile. Her long, luxurious hair fell to her shoulders, framing her face to make her even more alluring.
"Hi," Ann said teasingly. She was not a natural swinger. It had taken her quite a while to adjust to the concept of free love. She was, as Mike had pointed out to her, a victim of a very traditional upbringing. Her father was a practicing minister, and her mother was active in a number of community social groups. It was only when she had broken with her family to marry Mike that Ann had found out what life was like outside her tight family circle.
She still felt strange and a little uncomfortable in these swinging situations, but when she was with a man she liked she thoroughly enjoyed herself. And she definitely liked Fred. He wasn't the aggressive, crude type she found so trying to be with. He was handsome and unassuming. "Hi, yourself," Fred replied, taking her gently in his arms. "If I seem backward, have patience. I'm a little new to this type of scene and I don't know the rules."
"No rules," Ann whispered in his ear. "You do what you want to do."
"Right now, I want to kiss you " Fred said.
"So why are we talking?" Ann laughed.
Fred pulled her close and brought his mouth to hers. He felt his prick strain against his pants the moment their lips met. Her lips were soft and pliant, like the petals on a rose, and they parted to allow his probing tongue into her warm mouth. He was very aware of her full body. Her round tits were pressing hard against his chest and her flat belly was rubbing against his groin.
Their kiss lasted for quite a while and became more passionate with each passing minute. Fred's hands roamed freely over Ann's full body and Ann rubbed her leg against his thigh. Then they lowered themselves to the mattress near the fire.
Fred turned Ann over on her back and continued hungrily kissing her as he moved his hand up under her sweater. His balls throbbed when he found that she was not wearing a bra, and he cupped one of her full tits in his hand and began kneading the pliant flesh as he rubbed his crotch against her side. Her large nipple popped erect almost immediately, and Fred found her mouth attacking his with an even greater hunger than before. "It's getting very warm," Ann laughed, breathing heavily as she managed to free her lips from his. "Help me get comfortable." Fred lifted her to a sitting position and helped her pull her sweater over her head. His breath caught momentarily in his throat when he saw her lovely tits exposed to his view. They were large, perched high on her chest, and rounded like giant pears. Her nipples were the biggest he had ever seen, full ripe cherries capping the creamy mounds of her tits. Unable to control himself, Fred leaned forward and caught one of the hard cherries in his mouth and began sucking it. "Hmmmm, that's nice!" Ann breathed. "But help me get these pants off. And slip out of your things so we can enjoy ourselves in comfort." Fred hooked his thumbs inside the waist of her stretch ski pants and began pulling down as she lifted her ass from the mattress. Her pubic mound came into view and Fred thought his cock would break through his tight ski pants.
He had to move around to her feet to pull her pants free of her legs, and they both laughed at his struggle. When he at last freed her legs, Fred placed his hands on her thighs and pushed them wide apart. He leaned down and brought his face to her cunt, inhaling the aroma of her sex and running his nose through the soft hair. His tongue slipped between his lips and dipped into her slit. She was obviously aroused. Her cunt was moist with the dew drops of her lust, and Fred drank these as his tongue found her erect clit and began licking it gently. "Oh, that's great!" Ann sighed. "But, darling, if you don't get those clothes off, you'll drive me crazy! I want you naked. Here, let me help you. Oh, please, darling!"
Fred reluctantly pulled his face from her wet, soft pussy and knelt between her legs as she struggled to pull his tight sweater over his head. He repeated this with the cotton turtleneck he wore beneath and realized how warm he had been when he found the cotton shirt damp with his perspiration. He glanced over and saw that Janet and Mike were now completely naked. They were in a classic sixty-nine position with Janet on top of Mike. She was squatting over his face with her cunt locked to his mouth and leaning forward, holding his prick in her hands as she ran it in and out of her mouth. She was just a few feet from Fred, and he could see her lips pressing against the shaft of Mike's cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. The ache in Fred's groin became more demanding as he watched his wife sucking another man s cock.
Janet had consumed four mugs of the spiced wine while Fred was busy talking to George Haney. She hadn't realized she was high until Mike had pulled her to a standing position and took her in his arms. Her head swain and she leaned against him for balance. For a while, Janet had been oblivious to the others. She had been terribly attracted to Mike, and kissing him had aroused her. She would have lost her balance and fallen to the mattress if he hadn't helped her.
It wasn't until Mike had taken her sweater and bra off and began playing with her tits that Janet became aware of the others. She felt embarrassed to be nude before them, and she blushed from bead to toe. Her blush deepened when she saw the others begin undressing. When Faye knelt before George Haney and took his long, thin cock in her mouth, Janet quivered with excitement. She had never seen anything like this, and it aroused her. Mike brought her attention back by sucking her tit until she was almost panting. She did not resist when he lifted her free of the mattress and slipped her pants and panties down to pull them over her hips and down her legs. She had to fight back an urge to cover herself, but when Mike kissed her and manipulated her large clitoris between his fingers she relaxed and allowed her body to become sexually alive. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her head, while Mike quickly undressed. Then she felt him beside her and she immediately reached down and began stroking his cock as he casually explored her body with his hands. She experienced immediate relief when she held his prick in her hand. It was normal size, perhaps seven inches long and the perfect thickness. The thought of another bout with a man built like Troy had made her shudder, and she'd been worried all day that she would have to take something that size inside her again. Janet felt sympathy for Donna Haney, and she felt certain Donna would not go skiing the following day-certainly not if her cunt was as sore as Janet's had been! "God, you're beautiful!" Mike breathed in Janet's ear as he inserted his middle finger in her warm cunt and began finger-fucking her gently. "You're beautiful yourself, Mike," Janet said, holding his cock firmly in her hand and squeezing it lovingly. She meant it. He was a handsome, very desirable man, and she was very much aroused. "Let me kiss your pretty pussy," Mike said as he brushed his lips against hers. "Sit on my face. I want to see every inch of your lovely body." He lifted Janet's body almost effortlessly and she knelt above him. Lowering her crotch to his face, Janet moaned the minute she felt his tongue on her sensitive clitoris. And when he began licking her, tiny sparks raced through her thighs and up her body. Janet looked over to see her husband with the gorgeous Ann. They were just a few feet away and Ann was completely naked, stretched out on her back as Fred knelt between her legs and buried his face in her pussy.
The sight made Janet's body quake. It seemed to magnify the fantastic sensations that were racing from her cunt up through her body. She had never seen Fred make love to another woman, and instead of making her jealous it seemed to increase her own sexual stimulation. Her eyes darted to the left and she saw a naked Donna Haney pulling Troy's ski pants down. Janet's eyes fastened on Troy's huge cock as it sprang free. She saw the unbelieving look on Donna's face as the older woman brought her hands up to the mighty cock and began caressing it. The sight of Troy's cock made Janet shudder. She quickly looked down at Mike's crotch and was thankful for what she had. A sudden affection of Mike's prick swept through Janet and she reached down and took his rigid shaft in her hands and caressed it fondly. Then she leaned forward and brought her face to his crotch. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the odor of his sex. It was so masculine and exciting! Janet brought her tongue out and began licking the lovely cock she held in her hands. She felt him respond immediately and she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the swollen head of his prick. Janet found herself floating on a cloud of tense excitement as she began sucking Mike's cock. His tongue was working her clitoris expertly, and Janet experienced a tiny orgasm as he licked her. She was in a position where she could watch Fred and Ann while she ate Mike. She saw Ann help Fred pull his clothes off, and she saw Fred stare at her while she slid Mike's cock in and out of her mouth. Feeling terribly naughty, Janet increased the tempo of her sucking on Mike's prick while her husband watched.
Fred's balls ached as he saw Janet bob her head up and down at Mike's crotch. He almost exploded when he felt a wet warmth encircle his own cock and he looked down to see Ann holding his prick in her hand as she slowly sucked him into her mouth.
The sight of those beautiful lips sliding along his shaft made his blood pound in his ears. He felt her tongue rubbing against the bottom of his prick as her cheeks caressed the sides. Fred felt like a king as he knelt with his pants around his knees and a beautiful girl sucked his cock. It was like an erotic fantasy, but Fred knew it was reality when her teeth scraped lightly against his prick and she began a slow bobbing motion with her head.
He placed his hands on his hips, enjoying his role of king for a moment, and watched his prick slide gracefully into Ann's beautiful face. If he had any doubts before, this convinced Fred that swinging was the living end. He glanced over to see George Haney's fists clenched at his sides as Faye obviously sucked his cock dry, Fred remembered how Faye liked to take a man's first come in her mouth and the thought brought him to immediate reality. His balls were aching and rumbling and he knew he would pop his nuts in Ann's throat if he didn't stop her right away. Fred reached down and gently took Ann's head in his hands, pulling her free of his straining cock. Then he sat down and struggled briefly with his pants over his ankles.
"Hot?" Ann asked with a giggle.
"Red hot," Fred replied. "You almost pushed me over the line." "Why didn't you let me?" Ann asked. "I like to have a man come in my mouth."
"I wanted to save it," Fred responded, reaching over and taking her in his arms and kissing her neck and cheeks. "I want to feel it bounce off your womb."
"Oh yes, darling, fuck me!" Ann breathed against his ear as he played with her and kissed her body. "Now, I'm on fire!" Fred knelt between her widespread legs and feasted his eyes on her luscious body. Her tits were heaving and her hair was spread beneath her head like a dark halo. He looked down and saw her soft cunt. Her pubic hair was covered here and there with drops of her dew, and her slit was plainly visible as she reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers. Fred watched the pink meat of her pussy become visible and his balls began to twitch.
Holding his cock in his hand and guiding it to her soft mound, Fred brought his body forward. He mashed his cock against her clitoris and moved it back and forth with his hand. Then he brought it down her slit until the swollen head was lodged at the entrance to her cunt. She was not fight and the head of his cock slipped inside easily. Ann reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Fred's cock. She knew that her vaginal canal was tight beyond the opening, and she wanted to ease him in. She squeezed him fondly as he began pressing forward and working his prick up inside her. She rubbed her palm against her clitoris and let the waves of excitement and pleasure inundate her body as she felt his cock digging deeper and deeper inside her. "Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!" Fred dug his toes into the mattress and rammed his cock all the way up her, crushing her hand to her crotch with his surging pelvis. She was fight, but not as fight as Janet. A perfect fit. He pulled back, and when she removed her hand he thrust hard, mashing his pelvis against the top of her cunt and crushing her clitoris in a grinding motion. "Ooooohhhh!" Ann moaned, throwing her legs into the air and wrapping them tightly around Fred's heaving waist. This was the moment when she forgot her traditional upbringing and became a thoroughly female animal. She loved the feeling of a man's cock inside her. It seemed to fulfill her and make her whale.
Fred's waist felt like it was locked in a tight vise with Ann's legs wrapped around him. He had intended fucking her slowly, but when he felt her hips begin a hard rocking motion he lost all control and drove his prick into her like a raging stallion.
Ann was beginning one of her long, all- consuming orgasms. She felt it begin in her forehead and toes, like two fires burning toward each other. She threw her arms around Fred's neck and brought his mouth to hers. She loved to feel a man kissing her when she exploded with his prick inside her.
They moved a few inches across the mattress as Ann clung to him while he drove his cock in and out of her body. Only a small part of her back was touching the mattress as she fused her body to his. She felt his bans bouncing against her ass and she wiggled to rub her red-hot nipples against his hairy chest.
"FUCK ME!" Her whisper in his ear sounded like a scream. "I'm commmminnnggg! Yiiieeee!"
Everything seemed to happen at once for Fred. He felt Ann's body spasm and wrap even tighter around his until he felt he couldn't breathe. Then her urgent voice begged him to fuck her and her hips gyrated, grinding her crotch against his and yanking on his pumping cock. At the same moment, Fred's balls exploded with a roar he was certain could be heard for miles and his cock began jerking wildly as it pumped jet after jet of his juice into her quivering body. He felt her teeth sink into his lip and he ground his body into hem savagely. It seemed like his entire body was being spewed into hers through his pumping cock. Then her grip on his body relaxed and he collapsed on top of her on the mattress, every ounce of his energy gone in what was one of the most intense orgasms he could remember.
"Wow!" Ann sighed as she turned and snuggled her body against his.
"HOLY SHIT!"
Fred and Ann, along with Janet, Mike, Faye and George Haney, turned to look as the cry split the quiet air in the room. "JESUS CHRIST!" Donna screamed a second time. More than anybody else in the room, Janet understood the older woman's anguished cry. She saw that Donna was on her back and Troy was poised between her thighs. Troy's giant prick was lodged just inside the woman's cunt, and he was thrusting hard into her body. But his cock was barely moving, wedging its way into the brunette's hole a fraction of an inch at a time.
"NO! YOU BASTARD DON'T STOP!" Donna cried loudly. "I WANT THAT GORGEOUS PRICK UP ME IF IT KILLS ME! OWWW! HARDER!" George Haney smiled. Although he had been drained dry twice by the insatiable Faye, he felt his cock begin to grow hard again as he watched his wife's body impaled on Troy's huge prick. Donna was always talking about finding a man with a big enough cock to satisfy her. Well, by God, this should cure her forever!
Pulling away from Faye's insistent hand, George crawled over beside Troy and Donna. He stared at Troy's cock spearing his wife's body and smiled. "Go ahead, Troy," he said, "fuck her. Fuck her until she can't walk. She's always wanted a big prick in her, so give it to her!" Troy laughed heartily, bracing his knees and lunging as hard as be could into Donna's body. She was one of the tightest cunts he'd ever experienced, but the way she was begging for it drove him on. Donna wasn't sure she could stand the pain. In her entire life she had never dreamed of a prick this big! When she first saw it, Donna had thought he was wearing a dildo, but her probing hands soon discovered that it was real. She had tried to suck him, but her jaws would not open wide enough to take his cock in her mouth. So she had licked him and played with him with both hands until he was so hot he had to fuck her. She had braced herself for the pain, knowing that anything that size would not enter her body easily, but the pain was much greater than she had imagined it would be. It felt like he was ripping her cunt apart! She raised herself on her shoulders and her eyes bulged when she saw that he was at the most an inch inside her.
"Pour it to her, Troy!" George said excitedly. Donna thought she'd like to see George take this cock up his ass! But she'd show them all! She bit her lip and watched Troy work it another inch into her body. Her eyes registered his every move and she saw the thick cords of veins on the shaft of his cock compress as they slowly forced their way up her. She screamed twice, and once it was all she could do not to lean over and slap George's face when he kept goading boy on. Donna blacked out for a moment, and when she opened her eyes she breathed a sigh of relief to see that Troy was all the way up her. She could feel the head of his prick in her belly. Never in her life had she been penetrated so deeply! The pain was diminishing and she held her breath in an effort to gain control of herself.
Fred admired the way Donna took Troy. He knew it was a superhuman effort on her part, but she never wavered.
"Hi," Faye said, taking Fred's cock in her hand as she scooted over beside them. "I seemed to have lost my partner. Mind if I join you two?" "Hey," Ann complained, "I'm damned if I'm going to give him up!" "Just share him, Ann," Faye said. "He can eat one of us and fuck the other. But first we have to turn him on. Fred darling, why not double your fun, take on two girls instead of one?" Without waiting for either of them to reply, Faye dipped her head to Fred's crotch and began kissing his balls.
Ann was furious about the intrusion and was determined not to give an inch of ground to the petite redhead. She brought herself to her knees and also dropped her face to Fred's crotch. Taking his limp cock in her hand, Ann began kissing it fondly while the other girl licked his balls. Fred felt his prick jerk and become rigid. He could hardly believe this was actually happening to him. He blinked his eyes as he looked down and saw the two beautiful faces buried in his groin. He felt Faye's teasing teeth nibbling on his balls and he saw his prick disappear into Ann's gorgeous mouth. The blood pounding m his temples told him that what was happening was real. The contrasting colors of the girls' hair blended and their heads moved around at his crotch. Faye's tongue had found his asshole and she was rimming him. Her hand caressed his balls at the same time and he felt Ann's suction increase on his cock. He reached out and cupped a lovely tit in his hand from each of the bodies and began kneading them as his body temperature rose to a dangerous level. "He's your partner," Faye said, pulling her head up and speaking to Ann, "so you choose. You want his tongue or his prick?" Ann couldn't help but smile at the bold, natural, and thoroughly erotic approach of the small redhead. "If you want to borrow his mouth," she said, "be my guest."
Ann pulled herself up and threw one leg over Fred's body, straddling him and poising her pussy just above his rigid cock. She held his prick in her hand as she lowered herself on top of it. Fred was watching his cock glide slowly up inside Ann's body when suddenly his vision was blocked with a familiar sight-Faye's cunt. The red fuzz of her pubic hair was covered with streaks of moisture. A strong, pungent odor wafted to his nostrils as she lowered her crotch to his face. "Suck me, Fred darling," Faye said as she brought her pussy against his mouth. "Let me feel that tongue. Oh, that's nice!" Fred began nibbling on Faye's clitoris while he felt Ann start riding his prick. She was moving up and down slowly, bringing his cock deep into her cunt and then withdrawing it to the very entrance to her pussy. Fred felt her grasp his balls and he thought he was going to climax right at that moment.
Ann was surprised at how stimulated she was. Faye was squatting on Fred's mouth facing her and she could see Fred's tongue lapping at the redhead's pussy. That, combined with the marvelous feeling of having his prick deep inside her, served to arouse Ann to new heights of sexual pleasure. She held his balls in her hand as she began riding his cock faster and faster. Her eyes fastened on the petite redhead's cunt and what Fred's tongue was doing to her clitoris. At times, Ann could swear she could feel Fred licking her!
Faye watched the pretty brunette's body move up and down on Fred's prick. She seldom envied another woman, but she envied Ann's body. It was so beautifully proportioned and full. The brunette's full tits bounced on her chest as she increased the tempo of her movement on top of Fred's prick. Faye ground her cunt against Fred's mouth as she felt her excitement grow to a fever pitch.
He was nibbling on her sensitive clit with his teeth and driving her wild. "Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned as she felt her climax grip her. Faye had to reach out and place a hand on Ann's shoulder to balance herself as she pressed her mint against his hungry mouth and let her orgasm sweep through her system.
Faye's orgasm triggered Ann's. She watched the redhead grind her crotch into Fred's face and knew exactly the feeling that was going through the girl. Ann pumped Fred's balls until she felt them swell up and explode. Then she relaxed and let her own orgasm sweep through her. "Aaaaaahhhh!" Ann moaned, bringing her hips down to effect maximum penetration of his cock in her cunt, and holding him in that position while jet after jet of his hot juice splashed inside her. When the two girls climbed off Fred's body, he looked around the room and found that all the others were sound asleep or curling up to go to sleep. Donna was dead to the world, but she held Troy's limp cock in her two hands and had a pleased look on her face. Fred saw Janet's eyes close as she cuddled close to Mike's sleeping body. George Haney was missing. Fred wondered where the host had gone. He knew that if they all fell asleep here, they'd wake up colder than hell when the fire went out. He knew he should wake them all and get them to the bedrooms, but Fred found he was too exhausted to move. He was sandwiched between Faye and Ann. What more could a man want? he asked himself as he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
The group did not awaken until five in the morning. They found that George Haney had played the perfect host and covered them all with blankets. Fred and Troy, shivering in the nude, made a fire. The others came awake slowly. "Man, I'm famished," Fred announced.
"Yeah," Troy agreed, "somehow we overlooked dinner last night."
"Fred had his," Faye said. "Didn't you, darling? Pussy pie." "We all ate a lot," George said, "but nothing that sticks to the ribs. Why don't you girls help Donna fix a heaping breakfast?" They had orange juice, eggs, hash brown potatoes, hot cakes, thick slices of ham, toast and coffee, and there wasn't a scrap of food left when they finished.
"I'd say we were hungry," Janet remarked when they had finished and began clearing the dishes.
"Skiing and sex can give you a real appetite," Mike replied. "And I feel like skiing this morning."
"So do I," Janet called from the kitchen.
"Me too," Fred agreed.
"I'm game," Ann added.
"What time does the sun rise up here?" Mike asked. "In another hour, maybe a little less," Donna said. "Plenty of time to take hot showers and get dressed."
Donna remained in the lodge when the rest went out to tackle the slopes in the early morning sun. She gave in to their good natured kidding and admitted that she was so sore she could hardly walk. Janet handed her a bottle of cream, but Donna had her own. She said she'd be back to normal before the day was out and waved to them as they bundled up and left for the lift.
The morning passed quickly. George pleaded that he was tired after his second run and offered to drive the station wagon to the bottom of the hill if the others wanted to ski all the way down. He'd meet them and drive them back to the lodge. Fred accepted immediately and the other five joined him on the lift.
The second half of the run, from the lodge to the floor of the valley, was steep and fast.
Twice Fred thought he was going to lose control, but he managed to keep his balance. A small jump came on him before he had time to analyze it and he bent his knees and made it. He almost lost his balance looking back to see if Janet and the others had made the jump. Janet looked like she was going down, but she righted herself in time and made a long turn to slow down. Fred saw the station wagon by the edge of the road and decided he would have to come in above and make a fast turn to stop. "How about that!" Janet shouted with glee as she pulled to a powdery stop beside her husband. "My first jump! God, that was really great!" "I forgot to warn you two about that jump," Mike said as he pulled up and dug his poles into the snow. "Ann went ass over end on that last year." "But not this year!" Ann said as she glided to a graceful stop beside her husband. "I bent my knees like you told me and it was a breeze." "If I wasn't so damned tired, I'd go again," Janet commented. "Hey, hey!" George called from the car. "None of that talk. We have to leave at three in order to make it back to New York tonight. That leaves time for a nice lunch and same swinging for dessert. Come on, get those skis off and pile in!"
Chapter Ten
Fred turned in his resignation at his new job the following morning. He and Janet had discussed it all evening and she was adamant that he had to devote all of his time to getting the working model of his computer program ready for the demonstration for George Haney. When he returned to the apartment house, Fred made a deal with the janitor to use part of the basement storeroom for his shop.
The janitor used the storeroom to sit and booze while he looked at porno books, but Fred's offer of twenty-five dollars a week for two weeks was too good to pass up. He moved some of the crates and luggage around and helped Fred set up a worktable with two sawhorses. Fred quickly found that one of his major problems was getting some of the machine parts he needed. These had to be turned out on a custom basis and all of the shops were loaded with work. He finally found a small machine shop down in the Beacon Hill district. The black that owned the shop was willing to take on the work and agreed to hire two part-time men to help. Fred's concern was tempered by the knowledge that this man was known as one of the best custom automotive men in Boston. "Look, man," the shop owner said, "you're putting together some sort of a pilot model, right?"
"That's right," Fred responded.
"And what works for you engineers on paper don't always work when you put the iron together. I've been that road enough times, man. You just give me a drawing of what you're trying to put together, and I'll make it work!" Fred made a rough sketch of what he wanted built and then gave the man a series of specifications.
"The tolerance here isn't too critical," Fred said, pointing to his drawing. "But on this side we have to hold to five thousandths." "That's pretty damned close."
"I know it, but this is where we hook into a computer and sloppy tolerance can be murder. Can you do it?"
"Sure I can do it, but don't put the squeeze on me for time, man."
"This week?"
"I think so, providing you don't hound me to death. Check back with me on Thursday about this time."
Fred stopped by Troy's office and took a long look at the computer while Troy cleared it with the office manager for Fred to borrow a board for two weeks.
"How's it look, Fred?" Troy asked as he brought the board up from the storage area.
"Like a hairy finish, Troy," Fred laughed, "but we'll make it. When George calls you, make the time for Saturday afternoon. I have a feeling I'll need every hour I can get."
Fred took the computer panel board home and began the time-consuming process of wiring the board for his project. First, he had to modify his diagram. His original charts called for the ability to prepare over one hundred different drinks, but for his demonstration he had decided to limit the computer to a total of ten different cocktails. Of these ten, six would be what he called simple drinks-Scotch and water, Scotch and soda, bourbon and water, gin and tonic, bourbon on the rocks, and a dry martini. The other four would be mixed cocktails-a vodka wet, a Manhattan, a daiquiri, and a brandy Alexander. Two of these mixed cocktails would use a blender and Fred gave this a lot of thought. He had incorporated blenders in his diagram, but he hesitated about making this a part of his demonstration. Yet cocktails requiring a blender were popular and he was sure that anybody seeing this demonstration would question the computer's ability in this area if he did not include it.
Fred went out and bought a commercial blender and took it to his makeshift workshop in the basement. There were both wiring and mechanical problems to be worked out on the blender and Fred began to wonder if he would be able to meet his deadline. Wiring the board alone would take a number of days. Then he had to tie all of the mechanical parts together and make a series of checks and double checks.
"Hi, looks like you have yourself a little shop set up here." Fred looked up from his work on the blender to see a young man dressed in slacks, sport shirt and sweater standing on the other side of his worktable.
"I'm Hal Coleman from seventeen D," the man said, extending his hand. "Just got back from vacation and had to put the luggage up. You know how small the closets are in these apartments." Fred introduced himself. He was certain he had seen this man before, but reasoned that it was probably in the elevators here in the apartment house. Yet there was something even more familiar about the handsome young man's face. Or was it his body?
"I'm a mechanical engineer," Hal remarked. "If you have a problem, maybe I can help. Tinkering is my hobby."
"I've got plenty of problems," Fred laughed, "but they involve more than tinkering. I'm working on a project and have to incorporate this blender into a computer. Electronics are my field and I can rig the relays to activate this thing, but somehow I have to bring a clean container to the mixer every time. That can be some type of turntable affair, and on the other side I can rig a washing device so that the same containers are in constant motion. But getting the container to move up into the mixer is something else."
"Why not bring the mixing unit down into the container?" Hal suggested. "That would be easier and probably more efficient. I work with the radio industry, so if it isn't in my line why not give me a general breakdown of what you're doing and I'll see if I can help. As I said, tinkering is my hobby."
Fred considered the proposition for a moment and then decided that the risk was worth the gamble. He needed all the help he could get, and Hal's suggestion about bringing the mixer down into the container made sense. He outlined very briefly and very generally his project, then made some sketches of how the blender would have to be incorporated. "Sounds exciting as hell," Hal said when Fred finished. "And I wasn't kidding. I'll be glad to donate my spare time. Why not turn this blender problem over to me for a couple of days and let me see what I can come up with? I still have a week of vacation left. I can bring my tools down here and help you rig anything you need."
"You've got yourself a deal," Fred said. "And once this thing is off the ground, I'll see that you're paid for whatever you do." Don t worry about that," Hal laughed. This kind of thing is my bag. Just buy Alice and me a good steak dinner somewhere along the line." Fred felt that a burden had been lifted from his shoulders when he went back to the apartment to make a final run-through of his wiring before he actually began altering the board for the computer. The idea that he had seen Hal somewhere lingered with him, but Fred soon forgot about it as he became engrossed in his work.
Janet proved invaluable during this period. She encouraged Fred at every turn and kept all facets of their daily life off his back. She cleaned the apartment, did the shopping, prepared all the meals, including leaving a salad and sandwich in the refrigerator every day for Fred's lunch, and helped him wherever she could at night after spending a day at her own job. Whenever Fred sat staring at the wall, Janet would coax him back to work. And she insisted that he spend whatever money he needed to buy parts. Janet was convinced that this demonstration was the most important thing in Fred's future.
Thursday night he went to the metal shop in Beacon Hill and was pleased to find that the man had been good to his word. The first batch of parts was ready and fitted together perfectly. Fred gave the man the second series of specifications, promising a bonus if the parts were completed by the following Tuesday. Fred knew that he would need every hour from Tuesday on to assemble the units and make sure they worked perfectly. He bought seventy-five Japanese relays on the way home and went directly to the basement workshop. He found Hal soldering two arms to a small motor. "I think I've got it solved," Hal said brightly when Fred walked in. "This is a motor off an old record player. I geared it down to move slowly, and it will take the load I've calculated it will have to carry. Then I used a one-eighth horsepower motor from an erector set my neighbor's kid had, and that will raise and lower the containers. I substituted a large brush for the beater in a hand mixer and that will be our washing device. I really think that the damned thing will work, Fred." "Great!" Fred exclaimed, going over the work Hal had done and marveling at how ingenious it was. "How do we drain the container when it's washed?" "We don't," Hal replied. "We suck it up with this vacuum motor I made out of Alice's old hair drier. And that works. I tested it in our bathroom and really sprayed the ceiling, Alice didn't talk to me for hours after that," he laughed. "The vacuum idea sucks out and dries at the same time." "Perfect!" Fred exclaimed, realizing that Hal had made a major contribution to the project-one that he hadn't even hoped to work out before the demonstration. "Look, this calls for a celebration. Let me check with Janet when she gets home, and if it's okay how about you and Alice coming over to our place for a steak dinner?" "Sold," Hal replied. "Meanwhile, I've got about an hour to complete this." Fred went to work immediately wiring relays. He had worked the patterns out the night before, but it was still complicated work with the material and tools he had at hand. At six o'clock he took the elevator up to the apartment and found Janet entering the kitchen to prepare dinner. He told her excitedly of the progress they had made and asked if she minded if he invited Hal and Alice to dinner.
"Why not?" she responded, kissing him. "I'll run down to the market and pick up some good steaks. French fries and salad okay?" "Whatever," Fred replied. "And I nit you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done, honey."
"And we'll have lemon pie for dessert. I saw a delicious pie at the bakery on the way down the block. If it's still there, I'll get it. Let's make it eight o'clock, okay?"
"Fine, and I'll take the rest of the night off. You'll like Hal. He's been fantastic for me, I'll tell you."
Fred went back to the workshop and told Hal that they'd have dinner at eight. Hal ran up to tell Alice, then returned to the shop again and the two men worked in silence.
"Hey, look!" Hal exclaimed. "The damned thing works!" Fred went over to where Hal was working and saw a large turntable and another motor took over to raise the entire table four inches. "We have to wire some stops on this thing and we've got it," Hal remarked as he made the mechanism go through a complete cycle again. "I've got the relays right here," Fred said. "Let's do it now. I can't tell you how great this is, Hal."
"I'm as proud of it as you are, buddy. Here, I'll give you a hand." The two men wired the relays in and watched the turntable go through a complete cycle with just one impulse to activate it. They were as excited as two boys with a new toy.
"Hey, it's after eight!" Fred exclaimed. "We'd better get upstairs." "I told Alice to meet us at your apartment, so she and Janet are probably already roasting us over a fire."
When Fred opened the door to the apartment, they found the two girls sitting in the living room talking.
"I haven't started the steaks yet," Janet called. "So you have time for a drink if you want one. Fred, you haven't met Alice, have you?" Fred came into the living room and greeted Alice. He introduced Janet and Hal, who hadn't met, and then asked Janet to make cocktails while he washed up. Fred was preoccupied as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands and comb his hair. Alice was even more familiar than Hal had been. Yet Fred was certain he had never seen her around the apartment complex. She was so pretty he would certainly have remembered her. Alice had a heart-shaped face and long black hair that fell almost to her waist. She had a set of tits that stuck out like beacons, and Fred had the feeling he had seen her in the nude. Ridiculous, he told himself as he went back to the living room. Yet the moment he saw her again, Fred was positive he had seen her before-and he still felt he had seen her in the nude. "Haven't we met somewhere?" Fred asked Alice, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"I don't think so," the pretty brunette replied. "I'd certainly remember a good-looking man like you," she added with a smile. "Fred," Janet said quickly, "give me a hand in the kitchen, will you?"
"Sum," Fred replied, following his wife to the kitchen.
"Where is that magazine from the swinging club?" Janet demanded.
"In my drawer," Fred responded. "Why?"
"I could swear the Colemans are swingers and that we've seen their photos in the magazine," Janet said. "I felt it when Alice came, and then when Hal arrived I was positive. I can handle dinner. You run in and look at the magazine."
"Okay," Fred replied, draining his glass and making fresh drinks for him and Janet. He took his drink and made his way quickly to the bedroom and opened the drawer beside the bed. Then he sat down and began flipping through the pages of the swinging magazine. If Janet was right, it would explain his feeling of having seen both of the Colemans before. Particularly his nagging idea that he had seen Alice in the nude.
He found them on the next to last page of ads. The photos were clear and there was no mistaking Hal and Alice. Especially Alice with that fabulous set of tits! Fred felt his cock come alive as he stared at the photo of Alice's bare chest. Maybe they could work out a swap tonight, if Janet was willing. Putting the magazine away, he went back to the kitchen. "You were right," he said to Janet softly. "And they're damned attractive people."
"I was thinking the same thing. And convenient, right here in our own apartment house."
"Interested?" Fred asked.
"Might be," Janet smiled. "Let's see what happens." Over dinner the four people discussed items of shared interest about the apartment house, local politics, and their jobs and aspirations. Their friendship was accelerated by the fact that Hal and Fred had been working together, as well as the fact that they shared somewhat similar backgrounds and interests.
Hal went to his apartment and brought a bottle of brandy back, and after dinner they sat in the living room drinking and talking. Within an hour all four were in varying stages of intoxication, but it could not be said that anyone was really drunk.
Fred had been eyeing Alice all evening. Whenever she shifted positions and casually exposed more thigh above the hemline of her skirt, Fred felt his pulse quicken. Her large tits fascinated him. If he hadn't seen her photograph in the magazine, he wouldn't have believed they were real. Every time Alice caught him looking at her she smiled, and this made Fred feel that a swinging arrangement was possible if they wanted it. But he also knew that the Colemans would be cautious, and that it was up to him to let them know he knew about them. "You know, I could swear I've seen you before tonight," Fred said, speaking to Alice and then turning to Janet. "Yes, I think so, too," Janet said. "And I've seen Hal before." Fred smiled to himself. This was Janet's way of telling him she was willing.
"In fact, I think it was in a magazine," Fred commented with a wide smile. "Well," Alice replied, "if you saw us in a magazine, you must be swingers yourselves."
"Learners," Janet said, "but enthusiastic with the right people."
"The experiences we've had have been great," Fred remarked. "So have ours," Hal said. "We only began about six months ago, but we've had a great time."
"The swinging philosophy makes sense to us," Alice added. "It relieves a lot of nasty hang-ups." She scooted forward on her chair to take a cigarette Fred offered, and she didn't bother to pull her hem down this time. Fred could see her pussy, and she wanted him to. Alice had been attracted to him since she first saw him, and she was sure he felt the same way. Why don't we put on some music and dance?" Fred saw the logic of her suggestion immediately. Dancing would serve to break the ice and would allow them to pair up and split. He selected several cassettes and chose an Andy Williams album for openers. As soon as the music filled the room, Fred took Alice's hand and pulled her to her feet.
After a moment, Hal rose and asked Janet to dance. She flowed gracefully into his arms and felt her excitement rise as she felt his hard cock rubbing against her belly.
At the end of the fourth number, Alice placed her lips against Fred's ear and whispered, "Why don't we vanish to our apartment?"
Chapter Eleven
"It's strange," Alice said as she closed the door of her apartment behind them, "but I'm horny tonight."
"I'm horny every night," Fred laughed.
"No," Alice responded with a chuckle "I'm serious. I seem to have the itch tonight. And every lime you stared at my legs or breasts I had the urge to make love. Come on, I feel like another drink. Let's see what we have in the kitchen."
Fred followed her and watched her pour straight shots of brandy. He accepted the glass and gave her a toast, then let the warm amber liquid flow through his system.
"I hope Hal and Janet make out all right," Alice said. "We need a couple who live near by. Hal really digs sex, and he digs swinging, but he's always tinkering with something and we seldom get to meet other couples. In six months I don't think we've met more than half a dozen couples. Is Janet a willing swinger?"
"I'd say so," Fred replied with a smile. "We're very new to the whole thing, but she seems to like it."
He moved closer and took Alice in his arms. She laughed, finished her drink, placed the glass in the sink, and crushed her lips against his. Her tongue was warm when it entered his mouth and began probing. She rubbed her body against his, mashing her nipples into his chest and rubbing her tummy against his crotch.
"The kitchen is no place to make love, silly," Alice said when Fred cupped one cheek of her ass in his hand. "Come with me. I hope Hal left the projector loaded. Honestly, when he's tinkering with a project I can't depend on him for anything!"
Fred followed her into the bedroom. The Coleman's apartment was the same as Fred and Janet's, except that the floor plan was flipped. There was a king-size bed against the wall, and there were large mirrors on the facing and sidewalls.
"Oh good!" Alice exclaimed as she looked at the eight-millimeter projector beside the bed. "It's loaded and we have the hour movie! I just can't thread the damned film. Hal has to do it, but he's so undependable. Do you like sex movies?"
"I have to admit that I've never seen one," Fred said with a laugh and a light blush crossing his cheeks. "I've always wanted to." "Well, get undressed and you'll have a front-row seat," Alice said with a smile as she pulled her sweater over her head. Fred's cock jerked in his pants when he saw she wore no bra. Her tits were even better than they looked in the photo, large, ripe melons that jutted out from her chest without a hint of sag. He unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving the pretty, young brunette as she slipped out of her skirt and kicked her shoes off. She wore no panties and the place where her legs joined was a thick jungle of heavy black pubic hair. He pulled his slacks and shorts down and quickly took off his shoes and socks. The room had a strangely erotic effect. As he glanced around at the large mirrors all he could see were naked bodies from different angles. He knew there were only the two of them in the room, yet it seemed like a sex circus with a dozen people.
Fred joined Alice on the large bed and tried to place his arm around her, but she slipped away from him.
"Turn on that lamp beside the bed," she said, her large tits bouncing as she crossed the room and turned out the overhead light. "Here, I'll turn the projector on. That much I can do," she laughed. Fred watched her flip the switch on the projector and saw a large square light up on the wall at the end of the bed. The projector was aimed to miss the mirror by inches. When the image came on the wall, Fred recognized it as a close shot of a cunt. A girl's hands were playing with the lips and clitoris as the titles flashed on the screen.
The titles were brief and the first scene showed two girls in their late teens taking a shower together. They were soaping each other's ample breasts and laughing. A man walked into the scene, pretending not to hear the girls, and stood over the toilet to take a leak. The camera switched to close-ups of the girls, who were staring at the man's cock and laughing. Then evidently the man heard them and yanked the shower curtain open without bothering to put his cock back in his pants. He laughed, reaching out and fondling the girls' tits casually. When one of the girls, a young blonde, tried to get out of the shower and run, the man grabbed her and twisted her arm until she fell to her knees on the floor in front of him. Then he jerked his hips in such a fashion that his limp cock slapped the girl's face. The girl took the hint and with her free hand guided his prick to her young mouth. The camera moved in for a close shot of the girl sucking the man's cock into her mouth. Fred's balls were straining as he felt a warmth surround his own prick. He looked down to see Alice slip his cock into her mouth as she continued watching the movie. She held his balls cupped in her hand and she began sucking in a slow, gentle manner.
On the screen, the man was kissing the second girl and fondling her pussy while the first girl knelt before him and sucked his cock. Fred remembered having Faye and Ann work him over up at the lodge in Vermont, and the thought made his legs quiver with excitement. He wondered if he would continue to reach new highs of stimulation with every swinging experience. He couldn't stand it any longer and he brought his body around so that his face was buried between the soft cheeks of Alice's ass. He could still see the movie as he reached between her legs and began caressing her cunt. He ran his tongue up and down the length of the crack in her ass, and then began forcing the tip inside her tightly puckered anus. "Ummmm, that's nice!" Alice moaned softly, holding his rigid prick in her hand and stroking it gently. "Let's climb the ladder slowly. There are plenty of good scenes in this film."
Fred looked up at the movie to see the man completely naked on a bed with the two girls. He was between them and held a cunt in each hand. The girls were laughing and playing with his cock and balls. The man got up and climbed on top of the brunette, ramming his cock deep into her body. Then the young blonde got behind him and began licking the man's balls while he fucked the brunette.
"You like that?" Alice asked, squeezing Fred's cock.
"God, yes!" Fred responded, running his finger deep inside Alice's cunt. "Oooohhhh!" Alice moaned, squirming as his finger penetrated the depths of her pussy.
She realized that she was even more aroused than she had thought. Alice loved to watch the entire movie, playing with her partner and having him play with her, then make love. But she doubted she would be able to hold out tonight.
On the screen the two girls had the man flat on his back. The brunette was riding his cock while the blonde squatted on his face. Both girls had looks of rapture on their faces.
Fred remembered experiencing this very scene with Faye and Ann and his balls rumbled with desire. He began finger-fucking Alice with long deliberate strokes as she played with his cock. "AAAAaaaahhhh!" she groaned. "Christ, I can't take it! Fuck me!"
Fred pulled her legs apart and started to climb between them. "No, from the back so we can both watch the movie," she said, turning over and positioning herself on her knees.
Fred moved up behind her, holding his cock in his hand and guiding it between the white cheeks of her lovely ass. He almost exploded when the head of his cock brushed against her thick pubic hair. He held his cock away from her cunt until he felt his excitement lessen a bit. Then he moved forward and brought it into the thick hairy mass where her legs joined. The warmth of her cunt seemed to sear the head of his cock as he felt it slowly slip into the wet hole.
He grasped her waist and jerked his hips to send his rigid prick racing into her wet cunt.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned, reaching between their legs to take his balls in her hot hand.
On the screen there was an entirely new scene. A naked young couple were stretched out on a blanket in the country. The girl was a beautiful teenager and the boy was built like a Greek god. The boy climbed into a kneeling position and guided his cock to the teenage girl's mouth. Instead of sucking it immediately, she darted her pink tongue from her mouth and began licking it like an ice cream cone. Alice smiled to herself when Fred began ramming his cock in and out of her with long, hard strokes. Most men loved to watch this pretty young girl eat the boy's cock, and it always seemed to excite them. Alice liked the scene that followed, and she forced an iron will on her body to control herself as Fred fucked her with real talent. The scene changed and the young girl on the screen lifted her legs high in the air and held the backs of her knees with her hands. The camera took a long look at her exposed cunt, and then the boy came into the picture and brought his long cock to her hole. He held it poised for a moment and then lunged forward and sunk it to the hilt in the teenager's body. The camera moved in for a close shot of the boy's cock raging in and out of the girl's cunt, switching every few moments to a close-up of the girl's face. There was no doubt that she was enjoying it. It was no act. Her face registered such joy and excitement that she couldn't possibly have been acting.
"Now there's a girl getting fucked!" Alice moaned as the screen was filled with the bay's hard cock sliding in and out of the girl's cunt. Alice wiggled her ass and moved back to take every inch of Fred's prick in her own pussy.
Fred dug his cock deeper and deeper into Alice's belly, and when she began wiggling her ass he reached around and grabbed her magnificent tits to use as handles while he rode her for all he was worth. His thighs ached and his feet began to cramp as he poured his cock to her. "AAAAIIIEEEEeeeeee!" Alice screamed when she felt the first jets of Fred's sperm splash into her body.
Her womb seemed to expand and contract as she went into the spasms of her orgasm. Her hand pumped his balls and she jerked her ass hard against his raging cock. She held herself pressed against him like that for as long as she could, then collapsed on the bed.
Fred followed her down, his cock still inside her cunt and his hips still jerking.
Janet saw Fred and Alice slip out the door while she was dancing with Hal. In a way, she was glad, because she knew she was high on the brandy and she felt very aggressive. She wasn't sure she wanted Fred to see her with Hal.
When the song ended, Janet slowly lowered herself to her knees on the floor in front of Hal. She opened his fly with a quick movement of her hand and slipped his cock out. She had always wondered what it would be like to do this to a man, and tonight she was in the perfect mood to find out.
Looking directly up into Hal's eyes, Janet held his cock and guided it to her open mouth. She darted her tongue into the tiny eye at the head, then began licking him. When he was moist, she drew his prick into her mouth and ran it deep into her throat. She felt it swell in her mouth and become as hard as a rock, and this excited her and made the itch between her legs even more intense.
Hal looked down at the lovely blonde sucking his cock and sent tiny electric impulses race through his body. When the whole thing had begun, Hal wasn't sure he wanted to swing. He would rather have put it off until the weekend because he was tired tonight, but the moment he began dancing with Janet and felt her body pressed against his he was filled with a new strength.
And right now he wanted her more than anything in the world! A fire raced from his loins to his brain as he watched his cock slide in and out of Janet's pretty mouth. Her red lips stretched around the girth of his prick and her cheeks inflated and deflated with each stroke. And all the time her teasing eyes never left his! When he couldn't stand it any longer, he reached down and pulled Janet to her feet and kissed her passionately while his hands explored her body freely. Then he began undressing her as they stood there with their lips locked together. He pulled the zipper down on her dress and reached in and unsnapped her bra. She moved a few inches from him while he pulled both garments down and off.
Attired in only her panties, Janet began undressing Hal. She loosened his belt and opened his slacks. His shorts stuck on his rigid cock and Janet had to use both hands to free it. Then she moved very dose to him and pressed her belly against his cock as she lifted his pullover and helped him pull it over his head.
Hal kissed her again, letting their naked bodies fuse into one as they swayed back and forth in a standing position. Then he took her by the hand and led her to a chair beside the sofa. Lowering himself into the chair, Hal pulled her down on his lap.
"I've never done this before," Janet moaned as she held his cock in her hand while he massaged her clitoris with a maddeningly increasing pressure. "Turn around," Hal said, running his finger deep into her cunt for three fast, deep thrusts, "and sit on my lap. Straddle my knees." Janet obeyed, her body on fire with desire. She turned her back to him and straddled his legs as she began lowering herself into his lap. It was an awkward position for a moment, and she thought she was going to lose her balance when she felt his hands on her shoulders forcing her down fast. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned as she felt his cock race to the very depths of her womb.
"Look down and watch yourself get fucked," Hal said, bracing his fret flat on the floor and jerking his hips to send his prick into her cunt. Janet looked down and was fascinated to see his hard cock running up into her body. She could see his wet shaft work its way in and out of her cunt, the bulging veins glistening with a combination of their juices. Seeing it go in and out of her seemed to double her excitement. As she watched, Janet saw his hand come around her waist and his finger slip into the top of her slit. Then she saw him caress her clit as he fucked her harder and harder.
Janet's head felt like it would explode. She reached down and took his heaving balls in her hand and held them tightly as she watched everything that was happening to her. She heard the chair rocking across the floor, but nothing seemed to matter. The fire in her cunt was sweeping through her body, out of control.
Then it happened. She felt his cock swell up and explode inside her, sending rivers of cum to the very depths of her cunt. He mashed her clit with his finger as his cock spurted and spurted inside her and Janet's body seemed to come unglued.
"EEeeeeeoooooo!" Janet screamed at the top of her lungs as she closed her eyes and held on to his balls for all she was worth. The vision of his cock raging in and out of her body seemed to blind her as the spasms in her body made her quiver and shake.
And when it was over, Janet found herself seated on his lap with her body impaled on his cock. She was surprised to find that he was still hard inside her.
Hal laughed when he felt her hand touch his cock. "You'll have to yell stop, Janet," he said. "I don't go soft until I'm really fucked out. What say we go into the bedroom and do some serious fucking? It's great that Fred and I can share something besides the project!"
Chapter Twelve
The following week Fred worked harder than he had ever worked in his life. Almost every night he fell into bed completely exhausted at close to one o clock, and he was up and working again at six the following morning. Hal worked at his side, contributing ideas at every turn, and even Troy was put to work soldering connections at night. "It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen!" Janet exclaimed on Thursday night when Fred and Hal showed her the finished unit. They had pleased expressions on their faces and her remark did not seem to bother them. "But the son of a bitch works!" Hal replied. "We'll cover it with a brushed aluminum box with push-button controls," Fred commented. "It will be ready tomorrow morning. And in the final model, we can cut the size considerably. As Hal said, it works, and that's what's important at this point."
"Have you tested it with the computer?" Janet asked. "That's our weak point," Fred admitted. "Troy is arranging for us to wire it up tomorrow night after his office closes. Then we'll have time to shake it down before the demonstration on Saturday. I've asked Mr. Arnold to come, and Troy's boss wants to see the thing in action, so we'll have quite a show."
"And Hairless Harry will be the star," Hal added.
"Hairless Harry?" Janet said.
"That's Hal's name far the computer bartender," Fred laughed.
"That was a joke," Hal said, "but my other suggestion wasn't." "What's that?" Janet asked, putting her arm around Fred's waist and glowing with pride in her husband's accomplishment. "Hal wants me to program a computer for swingers." "Like the dating computer," Hal said. ."You know, match up people by compatibility, interests, likes and dislikes. Every swinging date would be a guaranteed success. It has fantastic potential, and Fred could do it."
"Could you?" Janet asked, "Sure. I don't think it would even be complicated," Fred replied. "All I have to do is study one of the programs the dating groups use and develop a swinging program from that."
"I can see the questionnaire," Hal said with a hearty laugh. "Do you like to suck cock? Eat pussy? How do you feel about anal intercourse? Are you bisexual? It would really be a gas!"
"It would work, honey," Fred commented. "And after I get this bartender project on the road, I'll work something out for a computer swap program. It's something I can do at night."
"I'll bet George Haney would go for that," Janet remarked, kissing her husband on the cheek. "You might even mention it in passing to morrow. It might influence him."
Fred and Janet went to their apartment and had a quiet dinner together, and that night Fred enjoyed his first real sleep in a week. The next day he and Hal had a few bad moments when they found that the cover they had ordered for the unit did not fit.
This resulted in several hours of redesign on the unit and additional checking.
By five o'clock that afternoon, Fred was so nervous he was chain smoking. Troy called and said they could have the computer at seven o'clock, and the wait was driving Fred to nervous distraction. He had visions of the entire unit coming apart, or of relays burning up, when it was tied into the computer.
Fred and Janet took the Colemans to dinner near Troy's office, but the two men exhibited little appetite. At seven a clock sharp they arrived at Troy's company. Troy met them and took them back to the computer room. The girls sat in the reception room and talked while the men worked feverishly to connect the unit to the computer.
Hal had to leave three times to buy small parts, and it was after eleven o'clock when they finally called the girls in to see the assembled unit. "Wow!" Janet exclaimed. "That sure looks better than what I saw last night."
"It's almost sexy," Alice agreed. "What do all those lights mean?" "That's Hal's creation," Fred laughed. "He thinks a computer should have blinking lights, so we hooked up a series. They don't do or mean a damned thing."
"I like them," Janet said.
"So do I," Alice commented. "Does the thing work?" "We're about to find out," Fred said. "I've punched the cards, and if Troy will lend us a bottle of Scotch we'll see what happens." "I still don't see how that measuring device works," Troy remarked as he handed Fred a bottle of Scotch and watched him load the container. "By weight," Fred said. "It's the only positive way we can control inventory. "It weighs the amount of liquid dispensed into the glass. Then, ounce by ounce, that is deducted from the inventory. It's the same as using a measured shot glass, but far more accurate. Okay, let's fire it up. Scotch and water coming up."
Hal pressed the button labeled Scotch and water and they heard the hum of the computer begin. There was the clink of ice against glass and then the turntable that protruded from the front of the unit revolved and a glass appeared.
"The first computerized cocktail," Fred announced, proudly, lifting the glass from the turntable and handing it to Janet. The four people breathed a sigh of relief and clapped their hands. Janet was beaming as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a sip and a smile crossed her lips.
"It's perfect!" she exclaimed, passing the glass to Alice. Fred pushed the button on the side of the unit and the computer hummed again. A card appeared in a slot marked "inventory" and Fred pulled it out. "Look," he said, reading the card to the group, "Scotch, beginning inventory thirty-two ounces. Dispensed, two ounces. Current inventory, thirty ounces. How's that for inventory control?" They were all tired, but their excitement seemed to keep them high as they talked about the unit. Troy pushed the Scotch and water button until they all had a drink in their hands.
Hal called for a celebration, but Fred said they should wait until after the demonstration and then they would really have something to celebrate. Agreeing to meet at Troy's company at nine in the morning, they broke up and went home for a good night's sleep.
The next morning Fred brought all of the liquor and supplies they would need for the demonstration and he and Hal and Troy worked until noon perfecting and checking every circuit and mechanism. The demonstration was scheduled for two o'clock, so they had lunch at a restaurant near Troy's office.
The girls joined them at a quarter of two and Mr. Arnold was the first invited guest to arrive shortly before two. Troy's boss, Harold Munson, arrived at two sharp and George Haney arrived with Donna just a few minutes later. Fred had arranged chairs in front of the computer and they all took their seats after exchanging introductions and greetings. Fred was so nervous his mind went blank when he stood before them, but he forced himself to concentrate on his carefully prepared presentation. He began by briefly outlining the nature of the project and the various needs it was designed to serve. Then he explained generally how the unit worked, explaining the differences between this demonstrator and the final product. Beginning his demonstration, Fred pushed the inventory button and took the series of cards that appeared in the slot and handed them to his audience. "Those cards represent the inventory in the unit at this moment," he said. "Hold them and we'll compare them with another series after we have prepared some cocktails."
Then Fred activated the computer and pressed the buttons for one each of the ten drinks he had programmed. As the unit hummed and the turntable revolved, producing one drink after another in rapid succession, Fred explained just what was involved in the preparation of each cocktail. Hal took the cocktails off the turntable and handed them to Janet who passed them around the audience.
"We can muffle the sound of that blender," Fred commented when the computer prepared a brandy Alexander, but we haven't had time for some of the smaller details."
"I can't believe it!" Harold Munson remarked. "That thing prepared and dispensed ten cocktails in two minutes and sixteen seconds. I timed it on my stopwatch. A bartender couldn't have done that in less than eight to ten minutes."
"I cheated a little," Fred remarked with a smile. "I punched the mixed cocktails first because I knew they took longer." "Amazing!" George Haney commented.
"Can you make another brandy Alexander?" Donna asked. "I love the damned things and that one was one of the best I've had." "Sure," Fred responded. "And the next one will be exactly the same. That's one of the beauties of a computer, uniformity. Once you've programmed in the right ingredients, the quality will remain constant forever." He pressed the button for a brandy Alexander and the blender began to whine almost instantly. "Anybody else?"
"I'd like another martini," Alice said.
Fred pressed the button and the computer hummed.
"I can't get over the speed of that thing," said Harold Munson. "But you've only seen part of it," Fred remarked, reaching to the inventory button on the side of the machine. "Now let's compare the inventory cards with the ones I gave you before we began." He pulled the cards from the slot and handed them to Harold Munson.
Munson, Arnold and Haney separated the cards and began comparing them.
"Why does the gin show a six ounce reduction?" George Haney asked. "One gin and tonic and two martinis," Fred replied. "Remember, Alice asked for an extra."
"That's right," George said. "I'd forgotten. Why this thing is incredible!
It will revolutionize the bar business."
"No doubt about it," Harold Munson agreed. "I must admit I had some reservations when Troy pleaded with me to let Fred use our computer, but now I feel I've been a witness to history being made. "I have to admit you've even got me excited," added Mr. Arnold. "How long will it take you to be in production?"
"As soon as I get the capital," Fred said, "I can produce units in less than six months. With Hal Coleman as my mechanical engineer and Troy in charge of sales, we'll be on the market fast." "Just a minute," Harold Munson said. "What's this about Troy?" "Mr. Munson," Troy said quietly, "I'll stay with you if you want. But you have to admit that this is a dream situation. A revolutionary new product with an almost unlimited potential market." "Okay, Troy, okay," Harold Munson said, "I don't blame you. If I were in your shoes, I'd jump at a chance like this. But I'm going on record right now that I want a piece of this action."
"But I've already agreed to finance this project," George Haney said. "Gentlemen," Mr. Arnold commented, his voice carrying authority. "I believe I was the first person Fred approached, but there is no need to bicker about this. I think you'll all agree that the potential for this company is in the millions of dollars. And I'm sure you all know that we won't make a dime in the first year or two. The money will be made in taking the company public after we have operating experience. Now why don't we all meet in my office on Monday morning and we'll set up the company on an equitable basis? Meanwhile, we can assure Fred that he has his company and he doesn't have to look anywhere else for capital. Do you agree?"
"Absolutely," George Haney replied.
"Fine with me," Harold Munson added. "And why not leave the unit set up here, Fred? We can always send our computer work out for a week or two and you'll have a working model if you need it." "That's great, Mr. Munson," Fred beamed, taking Janet's hand in his and squeezing it with the excitement of seeing their dream come true. "Shall we say ten o'clock Monday at my office?" Mr. Arnold asked, looking at his watch.
"Right," Harold Munson replied. "Ten is fine with me. I have to run.
Saturday golf date. You'll lock up, Troy?"
"Yes sir," Troy replied.
They all shook hands and Mr. Arnold and Harold Munson left the office. "Now, Goddamn it," Hal said, "I think my idea of a celebration is in order!"
"Did you tell George about the swinging computer, Fred?" Janet asked. Fred smiled and explained to George the idea of programming a computer for wife swapping.
"Would it really work?" Donna Haney asked. - "Of course it would work," George replied. "Why didn't I think of it before? Can you design the program, Fred?" "Sure," Fred laughed. "But one thing at a time. Let's get this bartender in operation first. I'll work on the computer swap in my spare time. It shouldn't take long to put together."
"Speaking of swinging Donna began, looking at Troy. "I was thinking the same thing," George laughed. "Are the Colemans swingers?" he asked Fred in a lower tone. "Then why don't we have a party? Where's Faye, Troy?"
"She's home," Troy replied, "waiting for me to call and tell her what's on for this evening."
"Tell her there's a hard-on for this evening!" Donna remarked.
Chapter Thirteen
"An indoor swimming pool!" Faye exclaimed as they walked into the living room of the mansion where George and Donna were staying while they were in Boston. "I've never seen one before."
"The water is heated," Donna said. "It's like taking a warm bath."
"Where in the world did George find this place?" Janet asked. "Another friend," Donna replied with a laugh. "They are fabulously wealthy and they're in Hawaii now. They let us use it for the weekend." "George certainly has rich friends," Hal remarked. "It's the only circle to travel in," George replied. "And it will be your circle from now on, Fred. Always remember, money attracts money." "And money is only good if you can enjoy it," Donna added.
"That's right," George agreed. "We devote ourselves to enjoying our money.
How about a swim?"
"Are you sure the water is warm?" Janet asked, bending down and testing it with her hand. "Oh, it's lovely! Let's take a swim!" Without waiting for comment from the others, Janet began slipping out of her clothes. She folded each garment carefully and piled her clothes on a chair by a coffee table at the side of the room.
Fred watched her, unable to believe how his young wife had last her shyness and become such an enthusiastic swinger in such a shaft time. He saw the others begin to take their clothes off and Fred decided to join them. It was a novel experience to have a swimming pool in the middle of a living room. There were living areas on either side of the pool, joined by an attractive little bridge that crossed the narrowest paint of the free-form pool.
He remembered that it had been cold outside that the famous Boston winter wind was whipping through the city. Yet it was warm and pleasant, almost tropical in this mansion. The thick pile carpet felt good between Fred's toes as he took his shoes off and stood naked watching the others diving into the water.
Fred felt strangely removed from the group. He was emotionally drained from the stress he had been under during the demonstration, yet he was still keyed up and riding on a cloud. He found it strange that he did not immediately read to the nudity about him. Four beautiful naked girls with superb figures, and he could have any or all of them. He realized that he owed a great deal to swinging. This was how he had met Troy and Faye. And Troy led him to George Haney. And Hal Coleman had been responsible for so much on the unit the past ten days. He made up his mind that he would design the computer swap as soon as he could, working on it a little each night while he put the bartender program together. The change in Janet was another thing he owed to swinging. She had lost her reserve and become a much more sophisticated person. Their life together had been better over the past few weeks than it had ever been. Watching George Haney dive from the small bridge into the pool, Fred realized that there was something even more important that he owed to swinging. He recognized that his preoccupation with young girls was nothing more than a desire to establish and maintain his own youth. Faye had said something about that. He remembered it now, and she had been right. But George and Donna Haney had proved to him that age was nothing more than a state of mind. They were not worried about age. The Haneys were as young as they felt, and so was Fred. "Hey, Fred!" Hal called from the pool. "What are you inventing now?" The others laughed and Fred smiled. He ran to the edge of the pool and dove into the warm water, clearing his mind of his deep thoughts. The water was as Donna had described it, as warm as a bath. He swam under water until he came to a lovely set of legs. He surfaced, running his hand over the full pubic mound between the legs. "Hi, Fred!"
He cleared his eyes to find Faye standing before him. The water was up to her chin, but he could see her full tits beneath the surface. He felt her hand grasp his cock and he smiled. She began stroking him under water as she slowly brought her lovely face to his and brushed his lips with hers. "Did you suddenly grow up?" she asked, bringing her other hand down to cradle his balls.
"Are you a mind reader?" Fred asked, the surprise evident in his voice. "Something like that," Faye replied, fondling his cock and balls as she licked his lips. "I watched you standing up there and somehow I seemed to know what you were thinking. I'm glad, Fred darling." "Glad of what?"
"That you grew up. I'd much rather have a man fuck me than a boy." Fred threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Faye, you are the end! I mean, the living end!"
"No, Fred darling," she said softly, "Sex is the end. It's where we all begin, and it's where we all end. All the rest in between is just a series of intermissions. You think I'm a dumb cunt. And I am in many ways. But in some ways I'm smarter than the rest of you put together. I use the intermissions to rest and catch my breath while you work your ass off in between acts. And in the end, Fred darling, we both arrive at the same place, don't we?"
"You know, Faye, I think I love you" Fred chuckled. "I know I love you, Fred darling. I love your body, your prick and your nuts, and I think I could even like your mind." "You know what I want to do right now?"
"What?" Faye asked.
"Eat you."
"Then lift me up on the side of the pool, darling. My pussy is always ready."
Fred placed his hands on her waist and gave her a boost as she pulled herself to a sitting position on the side of the pool. She spread her legs and scooted forward so that her cunt was fully exposed to his face as Fred stood in the water. He laughed and moved forward, bringing his mouth to her pussy. She had a clean, fresh odor that excited him as he ran his nose through her soft pubic hair. Her cunt was wet and Fred began licking it dry, rubbing his face in it every few moments. "Aaahhh!" Faye moaned as he slipped his tongue inside her slit and immediately located her sensitive clitoris. She placed her hands on his head and pulled him closer to her.
Janet turned around when she heard Faye's moan, and she experienced an immediate itch between her legs when she saw her husband's face buried in the petite redhead's crotch.
She watched them intently for a moment and almost cried out when she felt something hard between the cheeks of her ass. She did not know that anybody was behind her and her heart was still pounding from the momentary fright when she looked back to find George Haney pressing his body against her.
"You gave me a start," she said with a smile. "You have such a lovely body," George said, reaching around and caressing her tits as he moved closer and jabbed at her ass playfully with his prick. Janet had never been truly attracted to George, yet she found her body reacting to the touch of his cock in the crevice of her buttocks. She felt her nipples pop erect under water as he caressed them. Janet took one last look at Fred's head bobbing around in Faye's crotch, then turned and placed her arms around George's neck.
Alice Coleman could hardly believe her eyes. She knew that everything was distorted under water, but when she reached down and took Troy's giant cock in her hand her sense of touch told her it was every bit as big as it had appeared.
"Is it real?" she said slowly, her bulging eyes turned to his handsome face.
"You'd better believe it," Troy laughed. "Think you can handle it?" "I don't know," Alice said in what amounted to a stage whisper, "but I sure as hell can try! I've always wondered what it would be like." "Let's climb out and dry off," Troy suggested, running his hand over her full pubic mound and dipping his finger inside her cunt for a moment. Hal and Donna were already out of the water. They had dried each other with the oversize towels and were stretched out on the thick carpet not far from the pool. Hal was partially on top of Donna, kissing her as his hand began playing in the lovely nest between her legs. Donna had Hal's cock held tightly in her hand and was stroking it. She was glad this handsome boy's wife was going to end up with Troy. Although she wanted to try that huge prick again, Donna remembered how much she had suffered the following day, and she was reluctant to go through that again. And she was very attracted to Hal. He had a boy's face, the kind a woman wanted to mother, and Donna was anxious to squat on it and cover it with her pussy.
Janet felt herself becoming more and more excited as she rubbed George's body with the heavy towel. When she came to his rigid cock, she held it in the towel and rubbed it vigorously. Then she dropped to her knees and quickly slid the rigid organ between her full lips. He tasted good. The salty flavor of his cock permeated her mouth as she drew him deeper and deeper into her throat. She ran her hand to his sac and began massaging his testicles while she sucked on his cock. Janet's eyes darted around the room as she continued sucking George. She saw Faye sucking Fred's prick as he tried to dry himself with a towel, and she noticed that Faye had her finger up Fred's ass. Sliding her finger between the cheeks of George's trim buttocks, Janet located his anus and began rubbing it with her index finger. She felt him react and was proud that she had learned something new.
She saw Hal and Donna in a sixty-nine position, with Donna squatting above Hal's face and sucking his cock with a fast bobbing motion of her head. When she glanced at Alice and Troy, Janet wondered if Alice would be able to take that huge cock inside her body. Troy was playing with her pussy while Janet rubbed his prick all over her face and licked the thick shaft like a cat lapping milk.
The erotic scenes around her served to sharpen Janet senses. She became aware of the odor of sex which seemed to fill the room. And her body became supersensitive. George's cock in her mouth excited her and she felt her clitoris quiver. She pulled George don on top of her and they rolled over on the carpet.
"Ohhhhh!" Janet moaned when George dove between her legs and caught her quivering clit between his lips. She felt a spasm rock through her and knew that she had experienced a small orgasm. Then, as George ate her, Janet watched Alice and Troy. Alice was moaning with delight as Troy applied his tongue to her slit, and she spread her legs wide apart when he brought himself to a kneeling position between her thighs. Janet saw Alice reach up and grasp Troy's prick in both hands and pull it to her pussy.
Fred was also watching Alice and Troy. Faye was sitting on tap of him riding his cock slowly to achieve her favorite slow buildup to a frantic orgasm. When Fred saw Alice pull Troy's cock to her cunt, he expected an ear-piercing scream any moment. He glanced aver at Donna, who was flat on her back with Hal above her, and saw that Donna's eyes were also fastened on Alice and Troy. Still no sound escaped from Alice's attractive mouth. Alice Coleman had girded herself for what was happening to her. She knew the limitations of her cunt, and how tight it often became when she was being fucked, and she realized that Troy's cock was at least twice as big as any she had ever had. But she had always wanted to try one like this, and Alice told herself this was a challenge. It was a trial-her trial as the complete woman. Whatever happened, Alice was determined to take it without making a scene.
When she first felt Tray's huge cock lodged in the entrance to her cunt, Alice realized that she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life.
Her juices were flowing freely and she wanted to feel him fill her body. But when he thrust forward and sunk his cock deeper and deeper inside her, Alice's trial became a baptism by fire. Every muscle in her body was tense and cramping with pain. Her cunt was on fire, and the flames seemed to lick every nerve ending in her body.
She bit her lip, determined not to cry out, and her fingernails dug into the deep pile carpet. Her breath escaped from her lungs in painful gasps and the perspiration ran from her brow into her eyes. Her head began flailing back and forth on the carpet and spasms raced through her tortured legs. Still, Alice did not cry out. She raised her head and almost fainted when she saw that he had only penetrated her with half the length of his cock. Alice blacked out twice, but these periods lasted only a moment or two. She was so determined to take him, regardless of the cost to her body, that she arched her hips from the carpet and thrust up against his heaving hips.
Then she felt his heavy balls rub against the cheeks of her ass and Alice knew that she had won. She had taken every inch of that fantastic cook inside her. She could feel it through her entire body, stretching and pulling and expanding her insides to make room for it. Yet she had won! She had taken him without uttering a sound! And as the pain subsided, Alice knew that she was about to receive her reward. The fire was banking and a new urgency was sweeping through her. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her womb, his pubic hair scraping against her clitoris and her thighs, his balk rubbing against her ass, and Alice became electrified with desire. "Fuck me, Troy!" she said in a loud voice that carried through the entire room. "Ram that prick to me! Fuck me!" Janet's eyes blinked with surprise when she heard Alice's urgent plea to be flicked. She looked aver and saw that Tray had his huge cock all the way up Alice's cunt, and her respect for Alice soared. Janet knew what it was like and knew that no matter how large Alice was it was a real effort to take that without begging for mercy! The way Alice stood up to it made Janet feel goad, feel goad to be a woman! "Now, George," Janet said urgently. "Now, please! Fuck me!" She watched George scramble to his knees between her legs and she reached out and fondly took his hard cock in her hands and pulled him to her steaming pussy. Holding his cock in her hand, Janet rubbed the swollen head against her erect clitoris until she almost had another orgasm. Then she forced it down and lodged the tip in the entrance to her cunt. "Aaaaaahhhh!" she moaned as she felt him lunge deep inside her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and began digging her heels into his ass as a rider digs spurs into a horse's flanks to prod it on. Hal was amazed at Donna's experience and talent in sex. He knew she was much older than he was, and he sort of expected a frantic rush to orgasm. But Donna surprised him. She seemed to be playing with him as he fucked her. Her cunt muscles expanded and contracted like a squeezing hand on his cock, and every time he approached orgasm she would deliberately slow him down.
Hal's balls ached with a demand for release. Every time she squeezed his cock he would come very close to orgasm, but she sensed the perfect moment to relax and force him back down the ladder. She had managed to reach his balls with her trained hand and she was massaging him as he fucked her. When he could stand it no longer, Hal decided to take full command and teach Donna a lesson. He grasped her tits in his hands and began massaging the sensitive nipples. Then he withdrew his cock to the very entrance to her cunt and held it there. After a long moment, Hal suddenly jerked his hips and sent it raging in a hard thrust to the depths of her cunt. "OOOHHHHH!" Donna gasped, a wave of pleasure sweeping through her without warning.
Hal withdrew again, and began a game that drove the older woman crazy. He held his cock at the entrance to her cunt and played with her with small circular motions, then shot it to the depths of her body when she was least expecting it. He smiled when he saw that she had stopped her games and was moaning and groaning with each deep thrust. She tried to brace her hips to anticipate him, but Hal timed himself perfectly and she never knew when it was coming.
"Ooooohhhh" She cried as he dug into her with one of his powerful thrusts and ground his pelvis against her clit. This was a game she had never played before, and Donna Haney loved it! She was ready to climax at any moment, and she gave herself over to his control completely. Fred's mind wandered as Faye sat on his cock and rode him. He was excited, very aroused, yet he remained in complete control of himself. He was in tune to the sights and sounds of the room. He heard Alice beg Troy to fuck her, and he remembered that great night he had spent with the gorgeous girl watching the movies and fucking until his cock was sore and his balls were completely drained.
He heard his wife urge George to fuck her and he watched her bring George's prick to her cunt. Fred was proud of Janet, of how she had come into her own as a completely free personality. The change that had taken place in both of them was amazing, and Fred was certain that his own problem of establishing his youth through younger women was now behind him. He was as young as anybody in this room, and as old.
"Fred darling," Faye said, reaching behind her ass and squeezing his balls.
"What?"
"You're off in another world."
"Sorry."
"You make me feel like I'm losing my touch," Faye said with a tiny pout on her lips.
"Why?"
"I'm hotter than hell and you're not even excited," Faye said. "That's what you think!" Fred laughed. "I could come any minute. I've just been holding back."
"You bastard!"
"What's wrong with that?" Fred demanded.
"When a man's fucking me, or when I'm fucking a man, I want his undivided attention," Faye said. She squeezed his balls and gripped his prick hard with her cunt muscles for emphasis.
"Faye, baby, you have it," Fred replied, grasping her waist and thrusting up with his hips to drive his cock as deep inside her as he could. "Oh God! That's so good! Fred darling, I want to come!"
"Well, what's holding you back?"
"Not like this, darling, Greek style. I want you up my ass!" Faye reluctantly climbed off his cock and placed herself in a kneeling position on the carpet. Fred stared at her for a moment. He saw her luscious body poised in the primitive position, her ass humped high in the air, her tits hanging down with her proud nipples pointed straight at the floor, and her beautiful red hair hanging down over her shoulders. "Please, Fred darling, ram it up my ass!" She moaned. Fred pulled himself up behind her, her white ass cheeks glowing as he brought his rigid prick between them and pressed it against the small, puckered brown asshole.
He held it there for a moment, once again in tune with the sights and sounds of the room. He saw Alice's fists begin pounding on Troy's back as she cried out in the ecstasy of orgasm. His eyes darted over to Janet and George and he saw his wife's heels dig into George's raging ass as a familiar moan escaped from her throat.
Fred turned his head and saw Donna s fingernails rake across Hal's back as their two bodies locked in a lunging, thrusting ballet of orgasm. He heard the older woman cry out and saw Hal dig his cock deep into her body. Then he looked down at Faye's luscious ass and saw his cock poised at the entrance to her rectum.
This was a new life for Fred, and he wondered where he had been all the years of his life. He pressed forward, forcing the swollen head of his cock inside her ass.
He was fucking her in the end, but this wasn't the end. It was just the beginning-the beginning of a new life for him. He jerked his hips and lunged into her as hard as he could.
