Archive Note: The truly impressive number of misspelled words in the following text have been faithfully reproduced from the original hardcopy pocketbook. They are not the product of poor scanning.
INTRODUCTION
The young English author, Percy Morse, little realized what a storm of controversy he would set off with his first novel. Dealing with a subject not mentioned in "polite" novels, and yet one that happens to be a very current sex problem in present day England and America, it aroused a storm of opposition from the "do-gooders". "No such perversions as described actually exsited," they insisted. "The author was playing on sexual sensationalism"-and yet we know better, for Percy Morse has written about a sex phenomenon which is not only with us, but mushrooming at an alarming rate.
Although the book was banned in London through the efforts of the clergy, it had a very popular underground sale on the continent. It formed a prize item in many collections of avantgarde erotica.
Startling likeness to the preverted activities described in the book may be found in the following comments by Dr. O. Berndorff, the famous psychoanalyst. These are taken from his private case-history file.
He relates: "The term 'trailism' is used to describe a sexual deviation in which three or four people participate in a series of perverted acts during intercourse. The group may consist of two men and a woman, two women and a man or two men and two women.
"As a case in point, an attractive woman in her early thirties consulted me in considerable distress. In relating the nature of her physical relations with her husband, she described several unusual sex experiences which she claimed caused her nervousness and insomina.
"Her husband persuaded her to invite a woman, a former girl friend of his, to spend the week-end with them. Following dinner they began drinking. The husband suggested playing a game of "strip poker." Each time a person lost he or she had to remove an article of clothing. It wound up where they found themselves in the nude, engaging in various perverted practices. Of the many sexual deviations they resorted to, the husband urged his wife and the other woman to engage in mutual inter-vaginal cunnilingus, while he had rectal intercourse with his wife. Later he had both women lie on their abdomens, while he fondled and kissed their buttocks and proceeded to tongue their rectums."
The reader of the following story will find the stark, factual description of the sexual perversions ensuing from the activities of the characters both educational, informative-from the standpoint of knowing what to avoid in his own personal life.
' Continental Classics in presenting this novel in its complete and unexpurgated form. Due to its theme, it is recommended only for the graduate student and the mature general reader.
Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City November, 1968
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
My wife June was sitting down at the desk writing to her parents to invite them over to celebrate my promotion and I was just looking at her and thinking over all the things that had happened in the last year. June is a very beautiful blonde with a superb figure. Nearly a year ago I had secretly arranged with some friends to rape her with me watching, apparently against my will. I had seen her beaten, nettles whipped into her cunt, an enormous negro cock shoot sperm into her mouth ... seen her suck off a negress's cunt, seen her take cock up her asshole and lots of other things. What I hadn't expected was the fact that she went wild about every type of hump and perversion. I suddenly realized that I had, in an incredible way, aroused my wife, so that she was enjoying herself as she never had before.
One thing had led to another. We joined a sex club, and my wife helped me to fuck and torture little fifteen-year-old girls and was herself tortured and debauched by any number of men. Eventually June's eighteen year old sister had come visiting us on a holiday and June had helped me to fuck her and even cuntlapped her own sister.
Now as she penned the letter to her parents my eyes wandered over her lovely firm tits and I pictured to myself the number of hands that had mauled and mouths that had sucked them. I had already received acceptance from my own parents and also from Beth, June's sister. Now June was writing to her own parents, at least to her own father, as her mother had died and he had remarried only last year. He was fifty-two and the old rogue had married a beautiful woman of twenty-one. To make it a larger dinner party we had invited Saul and Nora, the negros who had been present when my wife was first debauched. Both my wife and myself were hoping that we could have some fun once the parents had gone to bed. We knew that Beth, Saul and Nola would be game because of the fun we had all had together last year. It would be some get-together if it had only half the action of last year's binge.
A week later we received the acceptance from June's father and step-mother and it was all fixed up. Before we knew it the night of the dinner party arrived. June had prepared a gorgeous meal and everyone had dolled up to the hilt for the occasion. My mother looked particularly stunning. My parents had both been very young when they married and my mother was now only thirty-nine. She was wearing a low-cut gold lame dress and her breasts forced the material out tightly. I aways remembered her breasts as being enormous but had never realized before how firm and hard they were. Looking at her I couldn't help thinking that my father must have a lovely time knocking those tits a bout, they were the size of a couple of honeydew melons, and probably just as sweet to taste. Her dress fitted her lovely slim waist and stretched out over her large round voluptuous ass. She had a real hour glass figure.
June's step-mother was a real doll. A redhead with lush firm fleshy tits hardly hidden by her neckline, lovely legs and the slender thighs plainly revealed by one of the shortest mini-skirts I have ever seen. My own wife was dressed simply in a plain black cocktail dress, her sister in white blouse and long skirt, and Nola was wearing an Indian sari.
We had all had a good many cocktails before dinner and the meal itself was a very successful affair. After it was over we spread out and sipped our brandies. We had got on to the subject of bringing up children and the best way to discipline them. My mother laughed and said:
"Well Simon used to get the cane or a hard flat hand across his bare ass if he misbehaved. Matter of fact he's not too old for it now!"
We all laughed and June's father added: "Same with June, the times I've laid my hand hard across her plump little ass would take a lot of counting!"
June smiled and said: "I bet you secretly enjoyed it, Dad, it was bound to give you a bit of a kick!"
Her father blushed by his new wife Rhoda chipped in quickly: "You bet he did! He's admitted as much to me ... and now he gets his pleasure taking it out of my tender asscheeks!" She laughed and added, "not that I don't enjoy it."
I wondered if my own parents would be offended by this conversation when I heard my father saying: "Ah Sam," (my wife's father's name), "you were lucky, I never had a daughter, so it was always my wife who had the pleasure with Simon."
Mother blushed and said, "Well, I suppose I'd be a coward not to admit it ... it is exciting to slap a lovely naked ass, but in fairness my husband always watched and then took great pleasure at having a beautiful whack as my ass afterwards, and not always with just the hand either!"
June was the next one to add her little bit: "Well, Simon spanks me and often said that it is very unfair that parents have everything on their side and what delight he would get at the chance to give his mother some of her own medicine."
Mother looked at me and blushed and it was father who said: "I must say that does sound fair ... if your mother would agree I wouldn't object to you getting your own back."
I found myself blurting out: "Well, I'd love to-but I'm sure Mum wouldn't let me ... if she would, Dad, you have my permission to spank June's bare ass to make up for never having a daughter!"
I saw looks pass between my father and mother and suddenly she stood up and said: "Alright-where do you want me ? I suggest I bend over the arm of that chair. You'll have to pull my panties down Simon ... I'm too embarrassed...." So saying she bent over the arm of an arm chair, her lovely ass stuck up in the air. I was embarrassed till Dad said: "Go on-get on with it-lift her dress up!"
I walked over and took hold of the hem of mother's dress and slowly worked it up her legs. Her lovely white thighs above her stockings,' came into view and then I was working it up over her hips to her waist. God-what a lovely sight! My mother had on a pair of frilly black panties and stray wisps of curly black pubic hair was visible through the crotch. I placed my hands on the elastic and slowly slid them down her legs. I found myself gasping, my cock became rock-hard and uncomfortable in my trousers as I gazed at my mother's big white plump ass stuck in the air, it was so big and firm and sensuous-looking. My mother's voice came muffled from the cushions on the chair:
"Come on, Simon, don't keep me waiting ... let's feel your hands on my asscheeks!"
The rest of the party gathered round as I pulled back my hand and brought it down hard on her plump ass. There was a lovely thwack as my hand met her big white ass and I found myself hitting again and again, harder and harder as I watched the cheeks quivering and reddening under the onslaught. I could see out of the corner of my eye that my father was standing by June, my wife, and that his hand had slipped up her skirt and was gently stroking her lovely ass. I carried on spanking as I watched June's panties suddenly drop round her ankles and the next thing my father was sitting down with June over his knee and his hand was slapping viciously at my wife's asscheeks. He shouted across: "Well you did say I could, Simon-and I must say it's delicious!"
I swear that at this stage I could just hear my mother moaning into the cushions...."Oohh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck...!" and as I slashed my hand down on to her asscheeks her legs spread wider and wider until they were far apart and I could see her lovely big hairy wet cunt. She was obviously excited as it was running with juice, the mass of black curly hairs glistening with wet cunt dribble.
I found myself stopping spanking and unable to help myself my hands were slowly stroking and feeling my mother's lovely big white asscheeks. Then, stroking inside her thighs my fingers ran around in the curly bush-hair. It was only a few seconds from then that the tips of my fingers were stroking in the warm wet soft lips of her cunt. She moaned and moaned as I tickled her clitoris and slid a finger deep into her open cunthole and also tickled her asshole.
I could no longer hear my wife's ass being slapped and looking round I saw that my father had stripped her and laid her on her asscheeks on the divan. Her own father came over and now they were stood either side of her and both were fingering her cunt between her wide open legs and playing with her tits and stroking her belly. She had a hand stretched out on either side and had undone both their flies and now was stroking up and down with a stiff cock in either hand, her own father-and her husband's father.
I looked round the other way to see that her father's wife, Rhoda, had stripped as well as Nola, and Nola had her black finger dug deeply into Rhoda's red-haired cunt, her other hand playing with the lovely white red-nippled tits. Meanwhile Rhoda felt up Nola's black tits and ass.
Saul had stripped and came over to me: "Come on, Simon, let's get your mother stripped," he said excitedly. So saying he hauled her to her feet. She looked at me and said, gasping slightly:
"Darling ... do what you like to me ... use your mother as a wife ... a whore ... a prostitute ... a slave ... whatever you like!" As she was saying this Saul was ripping her dress and bra off and her enormous great tits stood up like ripe melons. I grabbed her tits and pushed her over onto the divan at the side of my wife. I saw that my father now had his face buried in my wife's cunt, licking her while her own father was straddling over her chest. His large erect cock was between her tits, his hands pressing them on either side as he fucked up and down between them.
Saul leaps up and rammed his thick, hard black cock into my mother's mouth and she started to suck up and down it avidly. I was real hot now, nothing mattered and I dropped between my mother's parted thighs and pulling her wet hairy cunt lips over with my fingers I pushed my mouth into her warm smelly wet twat. I licked deep on her cuntlips as I heard my wife saying:
"Look at your dirty cow of a mother having her smelly wet cunt sucked by her son ... and a big black nigger cock fucking her delicate mouth. Simon, your father sucks as well as you do-he's making a meal of my hairy twat ... come on, Dad, fuck my tits, I want your spunk to shoot out all over my face ... and I'll lick it clean for you after you've come on your daughter's body!"
My mother's cunt tasted heavenly, slightly salty, very wet and mushy and deliciously warm. My nose nuzzled into it, smelling at the delicious wet pussy as I watched Saul's enormous hard black cock sliding in and out of her lipsticked mouth. Her enormous tits were visible standing out like two lovely soft white mountains with great big lovely red nipples, the tips of which were now hard and quivering.
I slid my hand up her soft white belly, stroking her navel, until they came to the swollen breasts, and then as I sucked and licked into her lovely hairy wet cunt my hands slapped and squeezed her knockers. God-my mother had lovely tits!
Out of the corner of my eye I could see that my father was now standing up and was ramming his hard long cock in and out of my wife's twitching cunt, while her own father was working his cock like mad between his own daughter's tits. Beth who had been left out of it a little had stripped and was now stradded thighs apart over my wife, her sister's face rubbing her gaping cunt all over it while her father in the midst of fucking June's tits, was sucking Beth, his other daughter's tits, which she was holding up for him.
Suddenly Sam, June's father, was coming, great white jets of sperm splattered out over her neck, tits and face, some of it hitting Beth's belly and pubic hair and dribbling down into June's mouth. As he collapsed, my own father grunted and, digging his hands hard into my wife's asscheeks, rammed his cock into her cunt right up to the hilt and his whole body shuddered as he let go jet after jet of boiling hot sperm into her.
During all this, while I had been busy trying to suck my mother off, Nola and Rhoda had been standing over us watching and fingering each other, and it was Nola who said: "Right ... everybody up, let's have a little bit of beating ... where are the paddles, June?"
June rose from the divan, her father's sperm dripping down her tits and my father's semen running down her thighs and said: "In the cupboard in the hall." Nola went to get them. The paddles were like very large ping pong bats, the hitting surface slightly thinner and whippier. We had used them many times. My father came over, and said:
"Let's use them on your mother, Simon, give me a hand to get her tied down, it will be better." By now I had ceased to care about the morals of the situation and as my mother wasn't really putting up any serious objections I helped father to stretch her out on the divan. We quickly got some rope and fastened each limb to a corner of the divan so that she was completely spread-eagled.
My father and I stood on either side of her and he looked at me and smiled. "Feel her tit, son, while I have a squeeze of the other," and so saying he started to squeeze and fondle one of her lovely big breasts while my hand fell on the other, "they are lovely, aren't they? To think you once sucked at these-and here you are now sucking her like a horny young bull. I bet you never thought your mother was such a hardup bitch, did you? Here give me your other hand and let's feel and finger her steaming wet twat together, shall we ... I bet she'll love that."
He took my other hand and placed it with his own into my mother's gaping cunt. Our fingers entwined as we felt and fingered into her wet cunthole, while my other hand still squeezed her lush tit and I bent over and licked and flicked with my tongue the big red nipple before sucking it into my mouth. June was watching me playing with my own mother, her breath coming in gasps as she fingered herself with the excitement as she watched my mother's belly trying to hump up and down as she was worked up.
After a few minutes of this Nola came back with the paddles and an assortment of canes, whips and straps. She handed them to us as Rhoda got a very large cushion and forced it under my mother's ass so that her hairy crotch was forced right up, showing her gaping cunt, hairy and wet, completely open to all. Rhoda then took two thin leather straps and made loops of them and placed one over each of mother's tits, pulling the tits up so that the straps were right up to her chest. She then began to tighten them ... tighter and tighter, until the tits were standing out like ramrods, the nipples like two rivets swollen and stiff. My father handed me one of the paddles and as we prepared to lay onto the enormous swollen red-nippled tits, Saul went round to her crotch and slid a long black finger into her moist, open cunt and started to fingerfuck her.
My father lifted his arm and said: "Darling I want you to come out with every dirty thing you know I want to hear ... beg for cock ... piss ... torture. I want you to plead for your son's cock in your dirty great cunt and his spunk in your cocksucking mouth ... right son, let's thrash your mother's tits, then afterwards we'll fuck the dirty whore!"
He brought the paddle down with a great thwack onto my mother's right tit. She let out a yell as the pain bit into her. Her tit shuddered and quivered as his hand moved back. Then I smacked my paddle down hard onto her left tit, right over the protruding nipple. I felt the jar through my arm as the paddle sank into her swollen tortured knocker. As my hand pulled back my father's came down again on the other tit. Her whole body shuddered now as she moaned while the paddles thwacked down onto her tender flesh.
Soon her bound tits were red and bruised and Saul's hand was covered in her cunt-juice which was pouring out of her twat in her excitement through the pain. My father signalled me to stop and handed me a long thick rubber band.
He took one himself and handed one to Saul. He stretched it out and then let one end go so that it flicked out, the tip flicking viciously on her nipple. He told me to do the same and as we flicked her sore and stiff nipples and tits he said: "Come on, woman, let's hear the dirt coming out of that cock and cunt-sucking mouth of yours. Let your son hear what a dirty cunt you really are."
As the elastic bit viciously into my mother's tender breasts she moaned: "Oh Simon, my cunt's dying for your thick hard cock ... son, please ram it up your mother's dirty wet smelly twat ... let me suck the spunk out of you ... fuck my tight asshole ... piss in my mouth ... shit on me ... your mother wants fucking ... she wants hard cock ... let me suck your wife's cunt off and lick her ass. I'm nothing but a big-tittied horny wet cunt that wants screwing!"
I was really excited by now and leapt up and rammed my cock in her mouth as she finished panting this, my hands digging into her enormous tits, pulling the nipples out viciously. Saul was flicking his elastic band viciously into her cunt and as it tipped into the tender cuntlips her mouth kept twitching as it sucked and licked over my stiff steaming prick.
I knew now I had to fuck her and I pulled my cock out of her sucking mouth and pushing Saul away I moved to between her thighs. My father stretched the lips of her hairy cunt even wider as he said: "Go on, son, get up her ... shove your cock into her twat and fill her belly with spunk; while you fuck your mother we'll all have fun with your wife...."
I placed the steaming end of my dick-head between my mother's stretched cunt lips and then rammed in with all my might. She was lovely and wet. I rammed and rammed, my hands grabbing her tits and nearly pulling them off with excitement. Her eyes looked into mine as I slid in and out of her and she said: "That's it, son ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck me ... shoot up your mother's belly ... oooohhhh ... finger my asshole ... pull my tits about ... oooohhhh ... your great cock is heaven in my cunt ... I'll really have a big come for you...."
During this the rest of them had stretched my wife out on the other divan in front of me. Two of them were holding her legs stretched wide apart and Rhoda had a cane and was caning viciously into her gaping cunt. She was screaming as the cane cut lashed until as last my father pushed Rhoda away and led her own father's cock into her cunt. His hands gripped his daughter's plump white ass as he rammed his cock deeply into her. I looked but the rest was just a melee ... all the rest, except Beth, were mauling and licking and biting her. She had her fingers stuffed up cunts one minute then round cocks the next, her mouth would suck and lick a cunt, then suck a thick cock, black and white, black and white hands and mouths slapped, fingered and sucked away at her tits. All the time as I watched her father fucked away at her cunt and her ass humped to help him and I rammed harder and harder into my mother's juicy hairy cunny and pulled her tits.
I was nearly coming now. I bit my mother's nipples as I felt Beth come round the back of my heaving ass, part the cheeks and start to lick at my asshole. I was mouthing obscenities...."Fuck you ... you dirty great cunt ... I want to piss in your mouth and shit on your face ... you dirty great fat-titted cow ... I'm goin to fill this hairy cunt of your with plenty of warm sticky spunk, mother ... your own son is going to come up your twat!"
I was fingering her asshole as I said this and she moaned: "Yes son, yes ... yes ... pump your hot sperm up my cunt ... I'm going to come and as you come, look at your wife getting it from her father...." I could see that June's father was now coming. The cheeks of his ass tightened as he shot up his daughter's twat. I could see that the others had come too as spunk was dribbling from her lips and her hand and wrist was running with white thick semen, oozing from Saul's cock as she jerked him off. Nola was now squatting over her face and pissing yellow streams of warm pee splashing over her face and tits.
Then they brought her over to me, all covered in semen, and piss, to watch as I finished fucking my mother. Her eyes were glazed as I started to come and my mother strained to her own orgasm. I felt my sperm shoot out into her belly as Rhoda dropped her red-haired cunt over my mother's mouth and I finished off watching my mother come at the same time as she licked the red-haired cunt to orgasm.
After this we were all exhausted and it was some time before we recuperted enough to even talk to one another. It was strange there was absolutely no embarrassment and my father summed it all up when he said:
"You know, after tonight I can't help thinking of all the time we have wasted in our lives! May I be so bold as to ask if we can all stay for a few days and really have some fun?" We were all too eager to agree and so it was arranged. That night we pulled all the mattresses down from upstairs and slept together. Of course we were all too tired to do very much sucking or fucking but a lot of fingering and kissing went on and we all were very excited about the next day.
Before we turned off the lights we had agreed that after breakfast we should draw lots so that just two of us should be the complete slaves of the rest during the following day, and we had all stated that there should be no holds barred and that the two who were lucky (or unlucky!) would have to agree to everything, no matter what it was.
At last we all said goodnight ... wondering about what sort of a fucking day tomorrow would be.
CHAPTER TWO
We all slept late the next morning and so it was about ten o'clock before we sat down for breakfast. The meal turned out to be a lot of fun as it happened. It all started with us being naked and Saul smeared marmalade over June's tits and licking it all off. I usually had fruit in the morning and had just peeled a banana when Rhoda said:
"Like to eat that it an unusual way?" and she spread her legs and pointed to her cunt. I dropped on my knees and slowly inserted the banana into her cunt until only the tip was showing through the red hairs. I then pushed my mouth into the hair until the tip of the banana was between my lips and I slowly started to suck it out. It tasted heavenly as it slid out and I chewed away at it, all covered with her delicious cunt-juice. Everyone laughed as I swallowed the last bit and then licked into her cunt to wipe up the remains.
When breakfast was over we found a hat and placed in it nine bits of paper, seven blank and two with crosses on and we started the draw. My mother said, just before I drew the first one: "Now let's all be very clear that the husband or wife of the person who draws the cross is not to object to anything that is done-is that agreed?"
We all said "yes" and I drew the first one. A blank ... my mother ... blank, father ... blank, Nola ... CROSS. Beth ... blank, Rhoda's June's twenty year old stepmother ... CROSS. So that was it, two women! Soon the ladies were complaining and at last it was agreed to put in just enough slips for the men and just one with a cross on. The men drew again and Saul drew the cross. And so we settled down to enjoy ourselves.
First my father told Nola and Rhoda to sit on the edge of their chairs with their legs wide open and first for Saul to suck Rhoda's cunt and play with her tits till she was all worked up. We watched as Saul sank to his knees between Rhoda's thighs, his black hands slid up her white body till they were stroking and bouncing her tits. His black fingers flicked the red nipples then his black lips moved into her red-haired cunt, his long tongue parting the lips even more as he licked into her soft smelly twat. He licked and sucked at her for a minute, his enormous black cock hardening as he did so until Rhoda moaned...."Oohhh ... fuck me, I'm ready for anything!"
I called Saul off and then told Rhoda to do the same for Nola and soon her mouth was buried in the black cunt, her white hands mauling the firm black tits, her red head nodding as she sucked and licked. After about a minute Nola opened her mouth and said...."Wow ... I could fuck a stallion now!" So we told them to stop and called them over. It was agreed that they should all suck us. I was the first.
The three of them knelt in front of me. First Nola's mouth sucked down my cock just once, to be replaced by Rhoda's lovely warm sucking mouth. Then Saul. I had never been sucked by a man before and rather enjoyed it. Then Nola again ... then Rhoda ... then Saul-and so on and so on, till my cock was leaking pre-fuck juice into their mouths in my excitement and I told them to stop. Next they went to my mother and licked and sucked her cunt in turn. So they went round until they had sucked and licked all us and all the men's cock's were erect and hard and all the women's pussies were wet and moist with their excitement.
It was June who ordered the next thing: "You two women slaves ... down on the floor in a '69' position. I want you to suck and chew each other's cunts and Saul-you must finger their assholes at the same time."
Nola smiled, kissed Rhoda quickly and slipped to the floor on her side, lifting one lovely black thigh to leave her black-haired cunt open for Rhoda's mouth. Rhoda slipped down beside her the other way on and lifted her thigh-and in a moment Nola had slipped her face between the white thighs and was sucking noisily on the excited cunt. Rhoda was only a few moments in following suit and was soon licking deeply into the negress's twat. It was heaven to see the lovely redhead's face buried between the black thighs, licking and slurping into the black cuntlips. I played with Beth's tits as I watched Saul kneel over them and slip a long black finger one up his wife's tight little brown asshole and one up the lovely white cheeks of Rhoda's plump ass. As he started to finger-fuck their assholes there was a lovely slurpy sploshy noise as they got wetter and wetter and we noticed that they were both playing with each other's tits. White hands on black tits and black hands on white tits.
It was my father who broke it up, by saying: "Nola, I want to piss and I'm going to piss in that lovely black mouth of yours. I suggest that we all do, and that Saul helps the women to piss in his wife's mouth and Rhoda helps the men!"
Rhoda moved off and Nola had to lie on her back with her mouth wide open. Rhoda took my father's cock and pointed it at Nola's mouth and soon a hard jet of piss was streaming out into it, some splashing over her face. As he finished I took his place. Rhoda again pointed my cock and I pissed into the mouth as I fondled the black tits. Then Beth squatted over her face and Saul pulled Beth's cunt lips wide apart as jets and splashes of warm, yellow female piss splashed into his wife's mouth.
No one else wanted to pee and my wife said: "Simon, I'd like to see you suck and lick Rhoda's cunt while we whip and cane her tits. Come on, let's get her on the divan and get your mouth working on that red-haired smelly cunt. She's got lovely tits too, I can't wait to have a whip and cane biting into those tender nipples and that soft flesh. We lifted Rhoda onto the divan and tied her arms one to each corner leaving both legs free. June's father, (Rhoda's husband) placed a cushion under her back so that her chest was lifted and her arms stretched wide apart. Her tits were all tense and very taut.
I ordered Nola and Saul to take one of her ankles each and lift her legs almost vertical and then pull them apart to their full limit. They did so, leaving her crotch wide open. It was a lovely sight. The great mound of red curly bush-hair parted and her cuntlips stretched wide to show the wet warm red flesh between. She was stretched so wide that even the delicate inner lips were slightly parted and I could see her clitoris wet and shiny, twitching with excitement, and stretched as wide as she was her pert white asscheeks were parted too and the most gorgeous little wrinkled brown asshole was plainly showing.
I could see the others had taken whips and canes and were all ready to lay into her tits and I just had to stroke and fondle the firm fleshy titties before they began, rolling the lovely pink nipples between my thumb and finger. I then moved down to between her thighs and just before I started to sink my face into the lovely red-haired cunt between the stretched white thighs I caught a glimpse of her husband, his eyes gleaming slowing jerking his hard cock up and down as he was getting himself really worked up to watch his wife have her cunt sucked and licked by his son-in-law and see her have her tits thrashed.
Saul and Nola was holding her legs very firmly as I licked slowly up either side of her thighs, then over her belly and let my tongue flick about in her curly pubic hair. Then my hands grasped her cute asscheeks and I licked and tickled with my tongue at her little brown asshole. It twitched in and out as I titillated it with my tongue and sucked at it with my mouth, driving my tongue in as far as it would go.
I suddenly heard my wife saying: "Is her ass as nice to suck as mine, darling? I can't wait to see you sucking in that dirty sopping red-haired cunt of hers while her husband watches. Really nibble her clitty darling. I want to see her writhe in pain as my husband chews my mother-in-law's cunt ... and we'll all whip those lovely fat tits of hers, and lash canes over her soft pink nipples too...."
That did it. Looking into the wet red hole of her cunt I buried my mouth and nose into it, my face framed in the curly red pubic hair and licked and sucked into that juicy twat. It smelled heavenly and tasted of cunt-juice and slightly of pee. This excited me even more and I found myself nibbling and chewing at the cuntlips and the tender clitoris. She groaned in pain as my teeth chewed on her sensitive twat.
I rammed my forefinger into her asshole as I bit harder and harder and I could see the rise of her belly my wife lifting a cane high in the air and bringing it swishing down right across her firm hard white tits. It cut right across both the nipples and she screamed and her cunt tensed in my mouth as the thin wood of the cane laid a lovely red welt right across her tender lush tits. Again and again my wife lashed the cane down over her tits till the nipples were almost bruised then on her heaving belly as she screamed and screamed.
My father now went round to her face and started to piss all over her, his piss ran in her hair, eyes and mouth, then he rammed his cock in her mouth and twining his hands in her hair frigged his stiff prick in and out of her mouth. Her own husband was moaning and grunting with pleasure as he watched. My mother had sunk to her knees and was slowly licking up and down his long thick gleaming prick and his hands were squeezing her great tits and pulling her red nipples. He was mouthing obscenities as he watched his wife being debauched:
"Go on-you fucking red-haired cunt suck his sperm into your mouth you dirty whore. Really eat her cunt, Simon, really bite your mother-in-law's smelly red-haired twat. June bit her tits, while her husband sucks her off. Do what you like with her ... torture her ... shit in her mouth ... Simon your mother sucks beautifully ... I'm going to fill her mouth with my come-juice!"
I leapt up and rammed my cock into her tortured cunt as June threw the cane down and grabbed hold of one of Rhoda's tits. Her mouth sank on it and I watched as her teeth closed into the flesh and really bit into the nipples till I thought she would bite right through them.
I had my fingers in her curly red bush-hair as my thick throbbing cock slipped in and out of her warm wet cunt, and I started to pull strands of it out as I rammed harder and harder. She kept coming time after time and her juice was running down my thighs and the whole of my belly was covered in it.
My father suddenly started to shoot and be fore he finished he pulled out still spurting thick white gobs of warm semen into her eyes and nostrils. I didn't want to come yet and pulled away and grabbed a cane. Standing between her thighs I lashed it time after time into the tender wet between her legs. The whippy blade really cut into her tender cunt. She screamed and her mouth burbled with spunk as she started an enormous orgasm:
"Fuck me ... oooohhh ... I'm coming ... rip me to pieces ... tear my tits off ... whip my cunt to bits ... I'm coming ... OOooooooohhhhhh ... !!!"
Her whole body twisted and thrashed in her orgasm and then she collapsed, beaten and exhausted. Her tits were all reddened and her face covered in piss and spunk. We all realized that she was no further use to anyone at the moment and as we all wanted a bit of a rest we ordered Saul and Nola to have a fuck in front of us. As they settled down to it my mother slowly sucked my cock into her mouth as I fingered her cunny and played with her tits. Beth had said she would like to hear Nola telling her own husband what she would like done to her by other men as she was fucked by her husband-and of course they had to agree.
First Nola lay her husband Saul on the floor and parted his legs slightly, then got down between his legs and started to lick between the cheeks of his hard black ass, slowly licking up to his hairy balls and sucking them softly into her thick-lipped mouth. Then gradually she licked up his enormous thick black cock, her fingers rolling the foreskin down to reveal the great steaming purple dick-head. Her little pink tongue flicked out over his hot pecker and then her lips parted and she slowly sucked down on the thick stem. We gasped as her lips met his bush hair and she had at least twelve inches of thick cock in her mouth. Have you even been sucked by a negress? Nola had sucked me off on another occasion. No white woman can equal it. Slowly she sucked up and then when she was at the tip she rose up and squatted over his face, her hairy black cunt with the red inner lips about an inch from his mouth. His long tongue came out and licked along the smelly warm wet slit, his nose nuzzling into and smelling her cunthole.
After a moment she rose and straddled his erect cock and as she lowered herself she said: "Shove it into me, darling," pulling her cunt lips apart as he directed his huge black prick into her eager cunt. She sank slowly down until his full cock was buried deep in her belly and then started to fuck up and down on it as his hands came up to fondle her firm black tits.
"Oh ... you're a good fuck darling ... but I'd love to be raped by a big white cock with you watching ... but would you like to see another man's white cock spunking up me ... or in my mouth ... and white lips sucking my tits and cunt? While you watched you could fuck one of these dirty white cunt's ass or suck her cunt for her. I'd love to be fucked by another man while you had to lick us as his cock slid in and out of me...."
Beth was fingering herself as she watched and listened to this and playing with her own tits. My mother called a halt and said: "Saul, bring Nola over here. Lay her on the divan and part her cunt lips for my son to suck." Saul laid her on the divan as ordered and his long black fingers parted his wife's hairy cunt lips as I buried my face into her steaming wet cunt and licked and sucked at her torrid gash for a few moments. Then my mother said, "Lead my son's cock into her mouth...."
Saul took my stiff cock and slowly pushed and led it between his wife's soft thick black lips, saying, "Suck it well for him, darling, here's a white cock just like you wanted," and her lovely mouth sucked deliciously up and down my cock and after a minute I had to stop or I knew I would come. My mother called again: "Saul, I want a 69 with you ... I want that big black cock in my mouth and your mouth sucking my cunt." and she made Saul lay down on the floor and lowered her big hairy twat down onto his already open mouth. As she leaned forward his hands came up grasping her tits and then her mouth opened and slid down the thick black shaft of dick. Her head bobbed up and down as she started to suck him off and his black face and mouth was buried in her gaping cunt.
I wanted to end up fucking Nola. I wanted to come up her black-haired cunt and I threw myself on her and rammed deeply into her, my hands ripping hard at the big. firm black tits as I leaned even further over and sucked the black nipples. I frigged up and down harder and harder in the juicing wet cunt as Beth came and leapt on the divan and squatted over Nola's face and rubbed her cunt over it as Nola licked and sucked into it. I could just see my wife bent over and her own father rammed deeply up her cunt, fucking away at her doggy-style, his hands underneath pulling and slapping her tits while round at her face my father was ramming his cock in and out of her mouth, his hands twined in her hair as he really fucked her tonsils.
Over sitting in a chair Rhoda had revived and was now sitting with her legs wide apart, one long finger sliding rapidly up and down in her own cunt while her other hand played with her own tits.
I rammed harder and harder into Nola's burning cunt as she sucked at Beth. Beth had taken one of my hands and placed it on one of her tits for me to maul while my other hand fondled Nola's tit. Beth played with her other tit herself with one hand, and with the other slapped Nola's tit.
We were all close to coming now and I nearly pulled both Nola and Beth's tits off as I started to shoot my hot sperm deep into Nola's cunt as she and Beth both thrashed to orgasm. As I came I could see Saul spunk into her mouth which was still full of his big black cock, and at the other side the two men were punching and slapping June as her father shot up her cunt and my father shot into her mouth.
After this we all collapsed exhausted. We really needed a long rest. However, before we lay down to rest we discussed all going to "The Moulin Rouge" the sex club that my wife and I belonged to and everyone seemed only too keen to join us ... but that's another story!
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
At last the child had stopped crying. Tom Shaw looked at his watch. Half past nine, almost the evening gone already. He got up and walked across to the table in the corner of the room where he kept the drink. He poured two glasses of gin and tonic and added ice. In a moment Teresa, his wife, would be coming downstairs. She would feel like a drink after spending almost two hours upstairs trying to get their three-year old son to drift into slumber.
When Teresa came down she was indeed glad to have the drink awaiting her. She looked so tired and drawn Tom had to admit to himself. Not the bright-eyed pretty girl he had married four years ago. He was upset. When she was so tired it meant they would go to bed early ... to bed to sleep. It must be more than a week no nearly two weeks!-since they had last made love. She had been tired then. It had not been a very satisfactory hump. Not like it used to be when they screwed in the back of the car before they were married. Not like it had been on the comfortable bed of their honeymoon hotel. Fucking seemed so different now ... so humdrum ... almost boring.
They sat close together on the couch. They sipped their drinks. He saw her pick up yester day's paper, the Sunday paper, from where he had thrown it after he had been reading it while she was upstairs with the child. He had been reading an article on wife-swapping and he saw Theresa glance at the rather outlandish headline and instead of throwing the paper down in disgust or at least turning to another page he saw her reading the article which bordered on the obscene.
His hand strayed up to cup her breast while she continued to read the revelations and the confessions of the swappers. She was reading it thoroughly. Usually she skimmed through any reading matter other than her woman's weeklies, as quickly as she could. Tom was surprised that she was reading so carefully avidly this type of article.
He squeezed her breast. She had deliciously fleshy knockers. Since the birth of their son a couple of years ago her tits had remained larger and more voluptuous than ever before. "If you are so interested darling," he teased her, "I'll try and get that book they mention in the article. The one the newspaper got the addresses of the swappers from, I mean...."
He meant it as a joke. "This book called 'New Friends' you mean, darling?" she replied. She was serious! Her tone was not jovial. For a moment Tom Shaw did not believe his ears. He remembered parts of the article, parts where husbands had said that the swapping had given their own marriage new meaning-the parts where the wife had confessed that from a boring existence with her husband, swapping had given them both a new lease of life and love for one another. Perhaps Teresa was believing all that drivel ... perhaps she was impressed with the arguments put forward by the self-confessed swappers. He looked down at his wife's legs. Her dress was well above her knees. She had lovely legs, even in the pair of far-from-new nylons she now wore, the sheer loveliness of her limbs could not be denied.
The idea of another man touching those legs, another man feeling up his wife's thighs, another man actually fucking her filled him with a strange sensation. At first he thought it was jealousy, but the way his prick throbbed and grew under his trousers at the additional thought of touching another woman made him realize it was not an emotion of jealousy ... there was certainly an element of lust in his thoughts.
"You wouldn't like to ... to be screwed by another man ... to have a ... a swap....would you darling?" he was not finding is easy to put into words what he was thinking. She put her hand to her husband's lap. Her expression showed her surprise at feeling the hardness of his penis through his trousers.
"Why darling," she exclaimed, "you haven't had a hard-on like that for ages! You wicked man!" she teased him, "you've got all sexy just thinking about another man touching me, haven't you? Or was it the thought of you being able to frig another woman, eh darling?"
That night they had one of the few satisfying fucks they had enjoyed for many months.
Neither spoke about the swapping conversation the next morning. Tom came home for a bite to eat at suppertime and then went off to the billiards club where he had a match to play. It was after he had gone that Teresa saw a paper booklet on the table by the television. It had been left there so that when she went to turn on the set she would be sure to see it. She saw it had a rather garish colored cover which informed her this was an edition of the booklet 'New Friends' which had been mentioned in the article they had read the evening before.
The TV did not get turned on. Instead she sat down on the couch and read the strange little booklet from cover to cover. It must have contained about two hundred ads not all from couples wishing to swap or to find new friends to form lasting unions, but it was the ones which were so worded that the intention of swapping wives and husbands was obvious which attracted Teresa the most.
She came to one that a pencil ring had been drawn round. Put there by her husband, no doubt, she thought, to draw her attention to it: "Young bank clerk with attractive wife wishes to find other young couple with broad-minded outlook for mutual friendship. Photos please. Photos returned and ours sent in exchange." It sounded just right. It sounded ... exciting! Then a few paragraphs down she saw a similar ad ... this one took her fancy far more. "I am thirty. I have two children but I am still very attractive. My husband is an ex boxer, and is very strong. We are looking for new friends. A young married couple, or a couple just engaged. The woman must be very accommodating. My husband is a very well-built man. Photos exchanged before meeting." Teresa's twat felt slightly moist between her thighs. She knew what that veiled suggestion meant. Woman must be accommodating ... She smiled to herself, she loved accommodating her husband between her thighs. The next sentence was even more suggestive and exciting, "My husband is very well-built man...." She knew what that meant. She knew where it was he was well built! After three years of marriage to Tom she knew she secretly desired to know what it would be like having another man make love to her. Like nearly all women, Teresa had this inner craving to know what it would be like to have a man with a really large prick fuck her. From the sound of this little ad this couple knew what sort of 'new friends' they wanted to make. It was a clear invitation to a woman who wanted to swap with a man who had a really big prick. What else could well-built mean when it was used with the phrase 'the woman must be accommodating'?
Theresa scribbled all over the ad where her husband had ringed. She made a thick line around this one ... if any swapping was going to be done this would be the couple she wanted Tom to contact first.
It was well past midnight when Tom and his wife still sat beside each other on the couch. No sound came from upstairs, their son was fast asleep. For the last hour, ever since he had got home from the billiards club, they had been looking through the booklet, they had read and he read a dozen times the ad Teresa had drawn his attention to. 'I am thirty' the wife had written. Tom had fancied finding a couple younger than that. He and Teresa were in their early thirties. He wanted a woman not older than Teresa, and yet perhaps an older one would have had more experience ... there was an attraction in that.
They re-read the last words. 'My husband is very well-built'. "You know what that means darling?" he asked her. He saw her color up. She nodded. He felt a strange pang in his stomach. His wife was yearning for a swap with a man with an extra large penis. He himself was not small, he was, he hoped, about average. But he knew there were men around with a prick that could add a couple or more inches to his. Men with a prick that was much thicker than his. Just how 'well-built' was this man whose wife advertised in the 'New Friends' mag? There was only one way to find out....
* * *
Tom had sent a reply to the box number of the thirty-year old wife and her well-built husband. Photos had been asked for in the ad and so he enclosed one they had had taken at the seaside last year. It showed them with their arms about one another standing on the pier, taken by one of the many boardwalk seaside photographers.
The reply from Mr. and Mrs. Willows had enclosed far more entertaining and revealing photographs. One was of Mrs. Betty Willows, showing her in a flimsy negligee, her broad thighs exposed almost to the top as she posed stepping on to a bed. The photo of Ben Willows was almost as revealing. It was taken in his boxing trunks. They fitted so tautly the outline of his cock and balls, like a great hunched mountain of flesh, could be seen at the front of his shorts.
From the wording of the reply and the type of photo enclosed the Willows knew that Tom and Teresa Shaw had not indulged in this swapping type of persersity before. Betty Willows phoned Teresa the same morning they received the letter and photos and it was a simple matter to arrange a meeting between the four of them.
"We'll call for you in our car about nine tomorrow evening, dear," Betty Willow had told Teresa, and as quick as a wink it was all arranged. A baby sitter was called in for the next evening and at nine sharp, a nice car drew up at their door. Brief introductions took place and Tom was soon getting into the back of the car with a very attractive, if rather too heavily made up woman, and Teresa was having the front door of the car held open for her by the stockiest man she had ever seen.
. The Willows were experienced swappers. They had been advertising in the magazine for just a couple of new friends to add to their already large circle of intimate friends. They had many replies, but Tom and Teresa had appealed to them the most. The conversation as the car sped towards a country inn was not in the least awkward. Both the Willows were good at talking, both were witting and charming. Tom found it natural to slide his arm around Betty's shoulder while she held his other hand in her lap.
Teresa in the front of the car and not sitting very close to the bulky Ben Willows was the quietest one of the four. She was finding it the most strange ... she was finding the strain telling on her more. Ben Willows was driving with one hand. She looked down at his other hand, a large hairy-backed one, gripping and fondling her nyloned knee closest to him. She knew this friendship had been formed to give him the chance to do far more than fondle her knees....
Her glance wandered across to his lap. 'Well built' the advertisement had said, "My husband is very well-built ... ' She ran her tongue along her dry lips. She felt a tremor of excitement race through her as she wondered just how well-built this huge man was.
* * *
The trip to the country pub had not been a great success. It was meant only to help break the ice but Theresa did not drink a lot. That nightly gin and tonic with Tom was her limit and so they had not stayed long. The drive back had been uneventful but now, back at her own house where she had, of course, invited the Willows in for coffee and a nightcap, she felt more at home. The baby-sitter had left, no sound came from upstairs and Teresa moved out into the kitchen to make the coffee. She was not surprised when the huge bulk of Ben Williams loomed up behind her.
This was the first time they had been alone. The pub had been quite crowded, the car had of course contained their respective husband and wife ... now in the kitchen they were alone. Tom and Betty were in the lounge. She felt a strong arm slide round her waist. It was strange, knowing her husband was in the next room, strange that Tom should know she was out here with this other man, strange that it was all arranged. Ben Willows was kissing her. It was a kiss of a man with thick strong lips screwed down to her mouth. She felt her breasts being squashed against his chest in a much more violent manner than Tom ever embraced her. Ben was pushing his thighs and muscled stomach hard into her. Her flesh separated from his by four layers of clothing ... her dress and panties ... his trousers and underpants. He arched and held her while he swivelled against her groin. He was starting to let her know just how 'well-built' he was.
Ben Willows in his experience of swapping had found some wives change their minds at this early stage, as soon as they felt the hugeness of his aroused dick through their clothing. Not so this pretty Mrs. Shaw. He felt her respond, felt her arch and push back at him with her belly and the tops of her thighs. One of his large hands slid down from her slim waist to cup her asscheeks. He gripped her fleshy springy ass through her smart dress and panties. He felt her tremble, her knees visibly shook against his legs. He wondered why this young couple, seemingly happily married, had got round to answering the sort of ad his wife inserted in that 'New Friends' magazine. Now this young wife was responding like this he was beginning to understand ... she was far from getting enough cock-satisfaction from her husband. That much was clear already.
He saw her lips were slightly open. He looked straight and directly into her eyes. Her mouth opened wider ... the tip of his broad wet tongue moved along her lips. He tasted and enjoyed the new flavor of her lipstick. This woman looked and felt about ten years younger than his own wife. His wife had beautiful teeth-an expensive false set. This young wife had lovely teeth-her own.
He ran his tongue along her straight very white teeth and then her teeth opened for him. She wanted a real passionate French-kissing. He found her soft wet tongue with his own tougher one ... the two wet slithery tongues moved together like a prick and clitoris. If it hadn't been that he was planning and looking forward to spending a whole night with her he would have fucked her there and then ... he knew she would have been easy and willing. He moved the hand round from her ass to cup her cunt and bush through her dress. She went taut. He thought from pleasure, but then found it was not so. She pushed his hand away.
"No ... not here Mr. Willows ... I mean Ben," she added as if realizing the stupidity of calling this new friend by a formal name, "I must get on with the coffee. Your wife and Tom will be wondering where we have got to...."
Ben Willows laughed, "I don't think my wife will be letting your husband worry about coffee, my dear Teresa," he muttered. He moved to start petting her again. Then they heard the sound of a child crying from upstairs.
"That will be my little boy," Teresa said, as she went from the kitchen to the hall and started to go up the stairs. "I must go up and see if he is alright, won't be a minute, Ben. Watch the milk doesn't boil over, there's a dear...."
* * *
In the drawing room, where Tom Shaw and Betty Willows waited for the arrival of the night cap and the coffee they had a shrewd idea the return of Teresa with Ben might be somewhat delayed. Betty had not hesitated to move across to sit on Tom's lap as soon as the door closed behind her departing winking husband. Before Tom could even express any surprise she was pressing her lips hard to his mouth and while her heavily carmined mouth feasted on his lips and his tongue, her hand was feeling for his cock through his trousers. It was not very long before he became hard and horny. When she broke off the kiss she looked closely into his face:
"Your dick responds quickly, darling. My old man often takes a bit longer to get hard, but you feel wonderfully firm already."
Tom didn't reveal that he usually took much longer than this to get his hard-on when he was with his wife. It was due to the new excitement, the bizarre sensual situation of having this new lustful piece of ass on his lap that made him respond so quickly. Mrs. Willows was getting his fly zipper down, her warm hand was fumbling into the opening of the fly of his shorts. She clasped his prick in its utter nakedness now. He held his breath in wonderful thrilling anticipation. This woman was slowly drawing her fingers up his hardening dong towards the head. Slowly, and with rare skill she masturbated him. Hot and horny Tom Shaw tried to draw the top of her smart blouse away from her shoulders. She quickly undid the top fastening. Now he was able to pull the blouse aside and bite with a loving nibble of his teeth into the soft white flesh of her shoulder. She rubbed his very firm cock just a little bit harder and faster.
Once or twice he looked towards the door. Betty Willows laughed at his concern. "Don't worry ... don't worry...." she kept telling him, "they won't be back yet and even if they do, what does it matter? We met up to swap partners-remember? I bet by this time my Ben is doing your wife's cunny a great deal of good. Come on honey ... hurry and do my twat a bit of good as well! I'm dying for it. He hasn't touched me since we got your letter and photo. He wanted to save his come-juice for your wife and he likes me to be nice and sexy and in need of a man when we make a new friendship."
Betty Willow got to her feet and drew him up on to his feet from the armchair. "Where's your bedroom? I like to be comfortable when I have a lay with a new man. Your wife and Ben will be in the kitchen so they won't be using the bedroom-yet. Come on-show me the way."
They linked arms and went quietly past the kitchen door towards the stairs. They could hear soft murmurings and the sound of kissing from the kitchen. It seemed somehow obscene to be taking this woman into the bedroom where he and Teresa slept and screwed ... and yet there was something stimulating and wickedly pleasurable in seeing the larger more mature Mrs. Willows sit on the edge of their bed, slip her highheeled shoes off and then swivel round to lay in the center of the bed.
"Come on, darling," she urged him, "don't keep a hot cunt waiting! Come and feel me, Tom dear."
He sat on the edge of the bed and felt up under her skirt. He derived so much pleasure in an erotic way from feeling up a twat under a woman's skirt, even more so than fondling them when they were naked. For a moment or so he contented himself with feeling with both hands up to the tops of her stockings, then easing his fingers now and again along the bare smooth flesh of her thighs above the nylon tops. When he drew her pantie band to one side, he had never felt a pussy that was so wet, or one with such thickish puffed twat-lips as this cunt had. He teased her with the tips of his fingers. It was when he grazed his thumb over the tip of her aroused clitoris that she let out a quite loud squeal! From a near-by room came the sound of a baby crying. They heard the kitchen door open and the sound of Teresa coming up the stairs.
They lay very still. They heard her go into the baby's room, heard her speaking softly to the child and then there was silence again. Tom realized that what Betty had said downstairs was true. They had met together to form a swapping cock and cunt session ... and yet he hoped his wife would not look in the bedroom as she made her way towards the stairs after leaving the baby's room. He hoped she would not see him fondling this woman's twat in this blatant way ... and yet he knew he was being foolish. What did it matter if Teresa saw him on their bed with this other woman ... the well-built Ben Willows was downstairs waiting for Teresa to return and no doubt waiting to do to her just what Betty Willows was enjoying having done to her.
They heard the kitchen door open and close again. No sound of the clink of cups or saucers, no indication that the coffee was ready to be served. Tom saw that Mrs. Willows had opened her blouse completely, had slid her large bra cups from her big knockers. Teresa's nipples had stayed very large since the birth of their baby but this woman had nipples that dwarfed Teresa's. The firm crimson buds seemed to be begging for his attention. Betty was thrilled at the way this young man feasted his eyes on her exposed titties. She grabbed his right wrist and made sure he kept that hand up between her thighs on her hot wet cunt. She let him use his left hand to fondle her exciting tits. Her hand that gripped his right wrist between her legs was making him rub his palm and fingers hard to her palpitating pratt. She was pressurizing him to masturbate her.
"Harder ... harder, darling...." she begged him, "rub my cunt with your palm ... that's it ... rub me hard ... squash my cunny lips darling ... I love that ... oh it's marvelous like that ... wonderful...."
After several moments of bucking her pussy to his hand and twisting his hips from side to side in a furious dance of passion, she looked up into his face with her mouth lolling open, a thin dribble of saliva ran from the corners of her lips. Tom had never seen a woman so desperately hard up for fuck ... never seen one so wantonly in need of a good stiff prick. He saw her pull her skirt above her waist, hoisting her ass off the bed in order to get the skirt higher. Her broad thighs spread wide apart:
"Darling ... I can't wait ... I must have you darling ... come on Tom ... come on honey ... do it ... fuck me ... fuck me, darling!"
He was as desperate as she was now. He was on top of her, thrusting his rigid cock hard up into her very wet cunthole. It was strangely exciting to be doing this to a sexy woman on his own bed. The bed where he and Teresa slept and spent so many happy moments during their marriage. He saw Teresa's pink and blue nightie on the chair near the bed, a pair of her highheeled shoes and a discarded pair of her nylons under the chair. It was stimulating to see his wife's things so close while he fucked so hard and wonderfully this other woman's cunt.
His eyes rested on the small bedside table, the drawer partly open. In that drawer he kept his supply of condoms. Teresa was always so particular about him wearing a rubber even before he started to pet her towards arousal. This woman hadn't mentioned any such need of caution. She had been so wonderfully horny and ready that she had wanted only his cock in her-no thought of a rubber had seemed to enter her head.
"More ... more ... give me more darling...." she was choking at him as she clung to him. He was in her twat as deeply as he could be. She had his whole shaft up her crack. He was shoving hard and firmly into that wet gripping gash of hot flesh. Betty Willows thrust up at him as he churned at her ... she lifted and struggled to meet his poking pecker as he lunged at her and it was by far the most energetic mating he had ever experienced. Never did his wife respond in this wild passionate fashion, she was far more composed and controlled. But this woman was like an animal in hot rut. She was mouthing her encouragement to him to give her a good fucking using the filthiest words he had heard a woman use.
Certainly their bedroom had never echoed with such sex phrases before and he hoped the walls of the house were sufficiently thick to prevent the neighbors from hearing this torrent of filth. If they heard such obscenities they would think the ladylike Mrs. Shaw had suddenly become sex-crazed! Tom began to respond in a more hot-cocked fashion than he usually did even when he and Teresa were approaching their climax. He loved to listen to the words of this wo man ... to rear and lunge at her jerking contorting twat. He hoped that with experience his own wife would learn to fuck like this. He hoped Teresa would change to a hot sex-pot such as this woman.
* * *
When Teresa got back to the kitchen she did not have time to notice that Ben Willows had turned the gas out under the milk for the coffee. She did not notice anything-save one thing. This thick, hard and very long tremendous cock that reared from the opened trousers of the grinning Ben! He leaned with his haunches against the edge of the table, slowly masturbating his immense prick in both hands: "I've been making it good and hard so that it would be a nice surprize for you when you came back, honey," he laughed as he reached across to push the door closed, "I bet ever since you read that ad about me being well-built you've been waiting to see his-eh?" he crackled as he arched his dong up at her.
Teresa seemed to freeze as she watched this grinning man stroking his own dick right there a few feet from her. She wanted to carry on with the coffee-making, taking the tray into the room where she had left her husband and this man's wife. She wanted to try and carry on a conversation in a normal way, to serve coffee, to make out it was a friendly little gathering ... yet she knew it was not to be like that at all. This was by no means a normal little get-together between two friendly couples ... this was an arranged meeting for fucking ... she looked down at the heavy thickness of his prick and balls again. God but it was a big one!
"Lay across the table, honey. I'll have to shove it into you down here. While you were upstairs I heard the springs of the bed in your room creaking. I guess your husband has taken my wife up there and beaten us to a screw."
Almost in a trance she listened to him. So her Tom was already laying this man's wife then ... already one part of the swap was under way. She let the meaty hands of this horny man ease her up on to the table. He was opening her legs, crouching down in front of her and reaching up to tug her panties down. No sooner had he yanked the wispy panties down her legs than he was pushing them wide apart. He crouched in front of her and leaned forward.
The kitchen filled with her startled excited "Yoowwwllooo!" His thick face was pressed hard to her crotch, his wet tongue snaking up into her horny cunt and licking her slithery twat-juice from the walls of her pussy to his own avid gasping and swallowing gullet. She had no idea he intended to do this to her, so quickly and so wantonly.
His tongue was so thick and strong it was like a sort of flat prick being used in her pussy. He speared in and out of her with rapid thrusts of the tongue tip and wonderful pleasurable spasms began to agitate at the very core of her being. When at last he got to his feet and peered down at her she knew she wanted but one thing-that wonderful cock that waved and reared up in front of his strong-muscled stomach like a thick club.
* * *
Tom was slow to recover. The energetic fuck had taken a lot out of them both but already Betty Willows was adjusting her clothing, sitting at the dressing table making up her face again. And now she was linking arms with him and they were going downstairs again. As they passed the kitchen door they heard muffled sounds and the creak of what could have been the kitchen table. Quietly Betty opened the door wide enough for them both to peer in. It was the kitchen table creaking under the strain the strain of the action taking place on its top! Tom gaped at the sight of Teresa on her ass on the table, her lovely legs drawn up tight against her chest. She had been pulled right to the edge, the huge frame of Ben Willows stood straining on tip toe as he rammed into her cunt with his huge prick. At the back-drawn strokes, enough of his wet dick was unsheathed to show the gaping Tom Shaw just the sort of massive prick which was being used on his wife.
It seemed impossible to him that such a long and grotesque length of cock could ever be taken by a woman, yet with every lunge up between her outstretched thighs Ben sank his cock in to the very hilt at Teresa's sopping gripping cunthole. Tom saw his wife's cuntlips stretched almost beyond endurance to accommodate the prick and yet those wet pink soft puffed lips seemed hungry for the great dong they were absorbing.
Tom had to be pulled from the door as Betty silently closed it. "There darling, I told you my Ben would be doing your wife a lot of good! He's giving her what every woman needs now and again darling-a really hard fucking with an oversized cock. Don't worry, Tom honey, your wife will still love your darling. It's just that after this experience she will want other pricks besides yours. But that's only natural, isn't it honey? After all, I bet you enjoyed my cunt, didn't you honey, and we mix with lots of other couples and the wives have lovely hot juicy cunts. You're going to enjoy swapping and fucking different people just as much as your wife will, I'm absolutely sure of that Tom. Now come on, let's sit down on the settee and let me start off by giving you a good cocksucking ... Or would you rather cuntlap me?"
CHAPTER TWO
Now that the ice had been broken, and Tom and Teresa Shaw had engaged in a mutual swap with their new friends through the magazine advertisement, it was in the cards that they would indulge in further ad answering or at least join the circle of regular swappers that Ben and Betty Willows had mentioned. In actual fact, after that night when Tom and his pretty wife had been a party to the swap with the Willows they had not mentioned the episode to one another. It was about a fortnight after they had met the Willows that the next incident happened.
Tom had been on the verge of suggesting they make more inquiries or at least get in touch with Ben and Betty Willows again. He eagerly wanted to screw with some of the attractive wives Betty had mentioned, and yet he hesitated. He was not sure that it had been a wise decision in the first place to get involved with a couple like Ben and Betty. Perhaps he had hurt Teresa, perhaps even though she had seemed to enjoy it at the time fucking with such a brute of a man was not to her liking? He couldn't tell because she seemed strangely averse to discussing the matter.
They had gone to bed early. A knocking at the front door caused them to think it might be one of their neighbors returning some records that had been borrowed a few days ago. "I'll go, dear," Teresa said, slipping a dressing gown quickly on over her shortie nightie.
Tom lay waiting for her to come back to bed. He heard the front door being unbolted and opened, then the sound of a man's voice. He recognized it-Ben Willows!! He quickly got his own dressing gown and went to the top of the stairs. He peered over and saw the huge fellow embracing Teresa in the hall. He had kicked the front door closed behind him and was holding Teresa by the shoulders and kissing her while he tried to get the dressing robe off her.
As the robe fell to the floor Tom saw that his wife was making no resistance to the hands of their visitor as he tried to get her filmy nightie down from her shoulders. In a matter of seconds she was stark naked in the hall, save for her fluffy bedroom slippers, and the large hands of Ben were groping at her exposed titties. Tom saw his wife stand on her tip-toes and kiss Ben full on his thick lips. He felt a strange sensation spread through his cock and balls. A minute ago Teresa had been in bed with him and he had been embracing her. Now another man had her naked ... and she was letting him pet her ... even from his position at the top of the stairs Tom could see the massive cock-bulge at the front of Ben Willow's trousers.
"Where's your husband, honey?" Tom heard Ben ask. He drew back as they both glanced towards the landing.
"I left him in bed," Teresa was saying, "he's probably deep in the land of Nod by now. He was very tired tonight. So was I, dear, until you arrived," she added. Tom saw the burly Ben step back and admire Teresa's naked body. Then when he reached for her furry triangle of bush hair she laughed and pushed his hand away.
"There's no time to play games," Tom heard his wife mutter as she groped to get the trouser front open, "I want the real thing. Come on, Ben, I've been dreaming about your dick every night since that evening we first met!"
She was standing with her back to the post of the stairs, holding and guiding the huge cock she held so tightly in her hand. Tom winced and at the same time thrilled with eager excitement as he heard her mutter, "Oh Ben ... it's so big ... and I want it so much ... push it right up into my cunt darling ... push it right in ... ohuurrggghhh ... what a big thing! ... what a whopper darling!"
For the next few moments not much sound came from the hall save the heavy breathing and the unmistakable sound of a stiff dick being thrust into a wet twat. Tom watched his wife standing with her back to the stair post and to him as well, her legs open while big Ben with knees well-bent fucked her in this standing up position as if they had been a courting couple locked out of their parent's house and doing it on the porch. They had a very frantic climax and afterwards as the heavy breathing and panting took on a more steady and controlled tempo Tom saw they were still in one another's arms.
"Am I better than your husband?" he heard the breathless Ben Willows mutter, "do I make it a better hump for you, honey?" Tom waited, anxious to hear his wife's verdict. He was relieved to hear her reply-it was noncommittal.
She laughed, "That's my secret, darling," she told Ben, "I love my husband, I like him doing it to me. But I love you socking cock to me as well, Ben. Now you go in the lounge and get yourself a drink. I'll make sure my husband is asleep."
by the time she reached her bedroom Tom was back in bed, giving a good imitation of a sleeping man. Out of an almost closed eye he watched her go to the dressing table and apply some make-up to her face. He saw her spend a few minutes on doing her hair nicely and then, still naked save for her fluffy Uppers, she went off downstairs again-to her horse-cocked lover. Tom heard the door of the lounge close. He was not going to have a chance to play peeping Tom with his wife and Ben this time.
Ben put down his half-finished glass of. Scotch when the lovely naked Teresa came into the room. "You look most ravishing," he told her as he drew her down on his lap, "of all the couples Betty and I have swapped with, you are by far the most sensually attractive to me. Teresa darling ... you are absolutely lovely!"
He was tracing a finger around the edges of her deep belly button as he spoke to her and held her with his other arm around her naked waist. "That feels nice, darling," she muttered softly, by the way, where is Betty tonight? Not alone at home in bed, I bet?"
"Oh no-dear me no!" Ben laughed, "my Betty is never in bed alone without hot cock for very long, I can tell you that. No, she is out with a certain colored gentleman tonight. She goes for a bit of black dick now and again, you know. I don't fancy a black cunt a lot and so I thought I would have a run over and see you. I never thought you and Tom would have been in bed so early." He was gradually maneuvering her until she was across his lap, her long bare legs slung over one arm of the chair, her head resting on the other arm. He bent forward and kissed her belly and then the deep indent of her navel where he had been fingering.
Teresa giggled, "Ohaaa ... that feels nice, Ben...." she said softly, "that makes me feel read good ... it tickles ... your tongue feels so strong in my little navel hole...." She held her breath. He was licking slowly away from her naval ... away and down over her rounded belly towards her loins. She looked down and saw him opening his mouth to try and chew at her short hairs at the start of her bush triangle. He seemed to enjoy the sexy odored hair and then his face moved towards the center of her tummy. He sunk down lower and got his mouth to her warm wet pink flesh amid the hair. He twisted his face so that he was kissing with his lips along her cunt lips as if they were a mouth. She opened her legs more and arched up at him. She had not been kissed down there since that night he had gone down to her in the kitchen with her on the table.
When he straightened up after kissing her nookie for a couple of minutes he opened his trouser front and allowed his rigid pole of solid prick to rear out. For a moment his eyes bored into her eyes. He did not speak. She did not utter a word either, yet both knew what the other was thinking.
Teresa looked at his dong. It was so thick ... so strong and heavy ... she dropped to her knees between his thighs. She leaned forward slightly to allow the tip of his great dick to touch her mouth. Lightly, so very lightly, she kissed the throbbing head ... then gently, very gently, she licked along the thick ridge at the edge. He watched her for a moment and then arched up his stomach towards her face at the same time placing his hands at the back of her head and preventing her from jerking back. It was instinct that made her open her lips at that huge swollen hot knob thrust up at the mouth. He let about three inches of his dick-head became engulfed in her warm moist mouth before he stopped his upward push.
He watched her pretty head bobbing at his cock. It was a strange thing that she had never done this to her husband. The way this big man was panting as a result of her efforts with her lips and tongue on his prick thrilled her. She couldn't resist the temptation to put one of her hands to her own wet pulsating cunny hole and while she tantalized herself with her masturbation she had the desire to try and get more and more of his enormous dick into her lips and mouth. When she sensed that he was near to his orgasm she got up very quickly, straddled across him and got his huge prick up into her wet and fell-fingered pratthole. It was a rapid, thrilling and wild climax, they rocked to and fro on the chair until he had completely shot his last drop of hot semen in her and remained limp and wet in her well cunt-juiced passage. He had enjoyed a beautiful satisfying climax and half an hour later they kissed good-bye and Teresa was climbing quietly back into bed so as not to disturb her 'sleeping' husband.
Tom pretended to be sound asleep. He knew that since she had got up to answer the front door she had taken two loads of hot spunk into her nooky. He could smell the sexy odor of intercourse about her body. A few weeks ago such an incident would have been enough to drive him both mad and to the divorce court ... now in some strange way he derived gratification from the knowledge that his lovely wife's cunt had just given pleasure to another man's cock. He didn't want to let her know he was awake and knew what had happened, otherwise he would have liked to have fucked her right away himself. He liked the idea of thrusting his dick into her while her cunt was still full of sperm from another man. Under such conditions she could hardly make him wear one of those infernal rubbers like she usually did. He had forgotten what it was like to have his pecker in his own wife without wearing one of the rubber condoms. She never seemed to worry about being put in the family way by this Ben Willows did she ... yet with her own husband she took careful precautions. Strange creatures women ... how can a mere man ... a mere husband at that ... understand them?
Teresa wished now she had asked her husband to pick her up from the movies in the car. She knew he wanted to watch the sports program on TV that evening and when she had left home to go to the movies it had been a nice fine night. Now it was raining, raining very hard, and she did not relish the wait in the bus line, getting steadily more soaked all the time. It was at the moment of her depression that she saw a car she recognized. There weren't many of those old large Jaguars about now. She took a chance, it must be Mr. Watkins car, no doubt he and Mrs. Watkins had been to the same movie and were driving home now. They lived a few doors from the Shaw's and it was not asking much to expect them to give her a lift home.
The car came to a halt a few yards from her outstretched arm, Yes, it was the Watkins car alright. But it contained only Mr. Watkins, not that that worried Teresa, this was her lift home in the rain, this saved her waiting about for a bus. Mr. Watkins was in his early sixties. She knew he always had an eye for her, always a suggestive word if he was out of earshot of his hefty wife. Now the old fellow was quite delighted to be able to be of service to this attractive young neighbor.
She noticed he did not take the nearest route to the part of the town where they lived. She did not mind. She saw they were passing a quiet area where darker roads led away from the main road. Several of them were deserted dead-ends. In more than one of them she remembered being parked with her husband when they were courting. Old Watkins saw her looking up the dark deserted roads.
"Brings back memories, I expect, my dear," he chuckled. "I expect you can remember your courting days? I can't remember mine ... did you and your hubby romance a bit around these parts?"
"Yes ... up that road there I think," she said hurriedly as they passed a particularly dark road, still unpaved and still without houses. "I'm sure we used to go up there."
Suddenly Watkins swung the car into the dark road. He drove slowly, past several parked cars. He smiled at her, "it seems to be still a very popular lace for young couples," he said, "just look how many cars are parked up here ... without lights as well."
When they came near the far end of the road, where it was devoid of even parked cars containing couples in the various stages of screwing, Teresa leaned forward and switched off the ignition. The car snuffed to a halt. For a moment he showed surprise, then as she smiled at him he turned towards her and quickly took her in his arms. Their tongues entwined as he kissed her with open mouth, "I think it's a shame you can't remember your courting days, Mr. Witkins," she teased him. "I think a man as nice as you deserves something to remember. You pretend you are courting me, eh? Do you think you can take care of a young woman again, Mr. Watkins?"
When he tried to kiss her again she turned her face away, "you have kissed my mouth," she teased him, if you want to show me how good at the real McCoy your generation was how about kissing my titties, eh?"
He watched her white hands in the darkness of the car, moving at the front of her suit top. She was opening the buttons for him. He helped her slip the coat from her own shoulders, the blouse was quickly unbuttoned too, and her bra undone. Her breasts shown as large dollops of sheer white in the car darkness. Teresa felt a wicked thrill race through her as she watched this old gent bend forward and eagerly kiss her naked titties. "You're lovely ... so lovely...." she heard him muttering as he sucked in a nipple between his teeth and suckled at her tit like a baby at its mother's breast.
She wondered what Tom would say if he knew she was now coaxing the elderly Mr. Watkins to be so intimate with her. Swapping with another couple not so very much older than themselves was one thing ... but to go solo and let a man as old as their neighbor Mr. Watkins touch her intimately was a very different kettle of fish and yet she was so stimulated by the old man's avid admiration of her body. She liked the atmosphere of being in a sort of Lovers Lane again, even if it was with a man old enough to be her father ... her cunt felt hot and ready for more, much more petting, and anything else Mr. Watkins could give her....
"You're making me feel very naughty, Mr. Watkins," she murmured, "you are a naughty man, aren't you?" He did not remind her that it was she who had caused the car to stop here
... he was too busy with her warm luscious breasts to worry about facts such as who stopped the car in the first place.
She writhed as he suckled at her knockers, his hands were not very active and he seemed reluctant to set the pace without her approval and coaxing first. She was not in a mood to be too patient with him. "Feel me ... darling ... if you want to ... feel under my panties, Mr. Watkins...." she softly spoke into his ear.
He was like a schoolboy suddenly given a toy he had been promised for a long time. His old arm was up under her clothing his hand under her panties ... he had two fingers a good three inches up into her hot twat. She wished now that they had taken their time and moved into the back of the car. There would have been more room then, but it was rather fun being in so cramped a space. They had slithered well down in the seat as if both realized that they would not be recognized if any passers by happened to look into the car.
"Do you want to take my panties down?" she asked him, knowing full well the old fool would probably give his right arm to be allowed such a privilege as feeling her hot cunt without her panties. He showed remarkable dexterity in helping her get her moist panties down to her ankles. When he thrust his hand hard to her now fully bared cunt again she thrust down and gyrated her hot pussy on his palm, showing in blatant fashion just how horny and sexy she was.
"You're so lovely ... so lovely...." he kept murmuring to her. She heard him draw in his breath as she fumbled at his fly zipper. She soon had his fair-sized pecked throbbing in her grasp. She wondered how often at his time of life he had a hard-on like this. She didn't think that big frosty wife of his would be getting him horny very often. She stroked his pulsating pecker until he held her wrist to restrain her. She was surprised when he whispered, "You'll make me come if you keep on like that. If you milk me that way it will spoil our fun-won't it?"
He was right. She knew he was right but she had not realized he was so near to his climax just by the mere stroking of her hand on his pecked. She didn't realize the terrific sexual potency a man of his age received from fingering a hot wet cunt of a young attractive woman like her. He had thumbed and fingered her nipples until they were like twin spires of hot glowing rubies. Then she saw him lift her skirt higher, bent his head down to her lap and begin to slowly kiss the milky white smooth thigh flesh that gleamed above her stocking tops. She stroked his head while he lathered her flesh with his warm saliva. It was a strange feeling to stroke the head of a balding man after having been with men with such thick hair such as her husband and the virile Ben Willows.
This old fellow was making her tingle all over though. He was kissing and licking her thighs, moving his face slowly higher up her broadening thighs all the time and then suddenly, with an almost uncanny accuracy of aim, he lifted his mouth and brought it down directly on her stiffening little hyper-sensitive clitoris button. She gasped as he sucked at her right there ... she bucked and humped up at his face with such abandon that the springs of the old car creaked and sang as the front seat was worked to and fro under the movement of her asscheeks.
She had both hands to his bald pate now. She almost lovingly caressed his head ... the old devil was going down on her and giving her one whale of a cuntlapping ... and she was loving it. This had never happened to her when she was courting with Tom. In fact it had only happened to her with one other man in her life. Apart from this old cuntlapper only Ben Willows had had his face to her pussy. Yet this old man was doing something else, something that even Ben Willows had not done ... he was trying to make her come with his mouth ... and he was going to succeed.
Teresa had been feeling real horny to ever have allowed this old man to bring her up this lane, now with only a few more laps of his tongue she knew he would be giving her an orgasm ... she was going to be sucked off ... sucked off ... she was thrusting hard up at him ... now the car springs began to positively sing and sharp wonderful spasms began to shake her from head to toe. She could not stop coming ... she could not keep her long shapely legs still ... first they went stiff and she kicked them up in the air ... then they relaxed and she clung them to the old man's sides. Not until she had finished her wild orgasm and was panting and laying breathless in the car seat did he take his mouth away from her. She realized he must have swallowed quite an amount of her cunt-juice. She managed to hoist herself up a little and look down at his lap. His cock was erect and still throbbing. She took the organ in her hand and lovingly rubbed it.
"Do you want me to use my mouth Mr. Watkins?" she muttered, "or do you want to put it in my cunt?"
If he had insisted she would have gone down on him but she much preferred to have it thrust into her twat and so while he was making up his mind she was making it up for him. She splayed her legs wide apart, hugging him round the waist and pulled him over on top of her, "Come on darling," she coaxed him, "give me a good fucking ... come on ... push it right up my hole!" Come on ... do to me what my husband will want to do as soon as I get into bed with him when I get home."
It took the old fellow a couple of seconds to get into the right angle of position between her opened thighs and then she gasped with pleasure as he sunk his prick into her wet and well-lubricated juicy cunt. She was glad that he had made her come with his tongue and lips for he came far too quickly once he had his cock in the gripping wet warmth of her cunt to give her a chance to have an orgasm. She was surprised how much sperm he was jetting into her and to give him as much pleasure as she could she pretended to be having another climax with him.
To make her come again so quickly after being sucked off he would have had to have a cock like Ben Willows. Old Watkins did not possess such a dick, certainly not at his age, and as a matter-of-fact never at any age would he have been able to compete with the well built Ben. However, it was a fairy satisfactory little hump session with old Watkins.
She let him kiss her goodnight when the car drew up outside her house. He begged her to let him take her out again one evening soon for another suck and fuck. But she teased him and said she would have to think it over. Now that she had sampled three men Teresa Shaw was getting a real taste for hot cock! Her husband was well down the list of her priorities when it came to screwing these days. Ben Willows was top but she was already anxious to meet more men who would give her what she now craved and would admire her body and flatter as well as please her.
Whether her husband wanted to carry on swapping or not, she knew she had to have more men. She could never be content with only one man again. Sure, she loved Tom ... but she had a lust not a love for the sexual gratification that seemed to demand satisfaction within her ... she had found out that she required a variety of cocks!
CHAPTER THREE
Dressed in a pair of very brief bright red shorts and a sleeveless knitted bare midriff top, Teresa Shaw was well aware she was the target for any made eyes that were able to peer at her as she struggled with the clothes-line in the garden. She was always having trouble with the wheel and lift arrangement that was supposed to control the line and today was no exception. She heard a slight tap on the side gate. It opened and the tall figure of Johnnie Westmark, who lodged with their next door neighbor, appeared.
He smiled sheepishly as he came further into the garden. "I saw you ... struggling ... and having trouble with that line, Mrs. Shaw...." he stammered, his shyness being very apparent to Teresa, "I hoped I might be able to help you?"
"How sweet of you," she tried to put him at his ease. He was quite a good-looking chap. About her own age, she thought. He wore thick horn--rimmed glasses but the oval shapes seemed to suit his broad, rather rugged face. She thought he was employed in the West End at a club or restaurant as he worked evenings and was often at home during the day. She saw him taking good looks at her as he helped get the tangled line onto the wheel. She thrilled at the way he feasted his eyes on her luscious tits. She thought he would be able to make out the flesh tones of her breasts through the knitted top she wore. If those glasses of his were any good he could probably make out the very marked darker shade of her erecting, stiffening nipples. She had long ago sensed that Johnnie Westmark had had his eyes on her at every possible opportunity, but this was the first time he had done anything positive about it. This was the first time he had ventured into her garden.
She asked him to the house as soon as he had fixed the line for her. She was amused at his obvious uneasiness. He was a shy young man. She stood close to him and smiled, "You are the shy one, aren't you, Johnnie?" she teased.
He blushed: "Shy? Why do you say that Mrs. Shaw?" he muttered.
"Now don't try and fool me," she smiled at him, "you are dying to know what it would be like to kiss me, aren't you? And yet you are afraid of making a fool of yourself. You are afraid I would slap your face or something-aren't you?"
"But ... but ... well ... you are a married woman!" he retorted as-if to make an allowance for his lack of drive. She slid nearer, his arms came up and lightly embraced her. She edged closer to him. He was shaking.
"I know I'm a married woman, Johnnie, but married women are more fun for young men who haven't had much experience, you know."
She tilted her head so that it was easy for him to kiss her. It was not a passionate kiss. He was still shy, still aware of her marital state and it was making him hold back. She rubbed her breasts hard against his chest. He tried to pull his face back as his breath began to run away but she had one hand to the back of his head and prevented him from taking his mouth from hers. The kiss went on ... getting urgently harder and the pressure of his lips began to hurt, as well as thrill her. She was not at all surprised when his athletic torso started to wriggle against her thighs and belly. Without lifting her lips right away from his mouth she garbled:
"That's naughty, Johnnie ... but it's nice isn't it?"
When finally they were forced to break the kiss they were so breathless he looked into her eyes and waited. She knew he was anxious to continue and yet he waited for the next move to come from her. He needed a lot of reassuring and encouragement. She gripped his waist, "Would you like to take me up to my bedroom, Johnnie?" she said slowly and with a sensual tone in her voice that suggested once in the bedroom there was to be a real hot fuck, and no question about it.
Once they were up in the bedroom with the door closed, the young Johnnie Westmark took on a more assurer and adult attitude. Teresa was amazed at his dexterity at getting her red-knitted top firm her shoulders. She watched him staring down at her cherry-red nippled breasts, "Oooohhh ... Johnnie...." she gasped as his hand wrestled with the soft warm flesh of her big tits. He was not the shy young man any longer ... he was moulding and kneading her tit senuously as if he was an experienced hump er. He was using his teeth on her right nipple now while his fingers toyed and frigged at the other nipple. He was trying to work her shorts down from her ass and at the same time she was getting his trouser belt undone and pushing his trousers down to his knees.
She had mentioned to him that for a young man of his small fucking experience a married woman was better ... she was out to prove this to him. She bent forward and kissed the head of his exposed and aroused prick. She would swear his cock thickened and jerked another full inch in length as she lapped at it with her tongue. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him clenching and unclenching his fists. He was getting excited now alright. His heavy breathing and his panted-"God! that feels good!" told her she was getting right to him.
She thrilled at the way she was able to get this young man so hardup and horny. It excited her to know she was able to arouse a man so quickly. She pushed him back to her bed and clambered up on him. What a lovely magnificent cock he had now ... she looked at it for a moment, as glistening with the saliva, the throbby weapon reared like a well-lubricated club although he hadn't touched her cunt yet. She was more than ready for the hot fuck she wanted from this yong man from next door.
She held the thick prick at its base with her finger and thumb and climbed aboard. She slid down on to him so that his penis delved high and fast up into her cunt. She saw the expression of surprise on his face for a moment. No doubt he had not realized a married woman would take his prick so easily. If he only went with inexperienced girls he would have found them having trouble accommodating his good-sized dong. But not so for the horny Mrs. Teresa Shaw! She wanted his cock ... needed it ... she began to ride on him ... her movements agitated and fast. Sometimes when she rose up from him he did not have the experience to move his cock in harmony with her cunt and several times the prick almost slid out altogether. It was only when she got her hands down under his sides and pulled at him that he got the idea of arching his buttocks when she lifted, and so kept his rigid hot cock well inside her. The upward lifting and then lowering of his ass was all he had to do ... the sexy Teresa was doing all the real hump action. So far the men that she had been with had seemed to dominate her with the speed and force of their cock-strokes. With this young man it was different ... she was the master ... she was on top and she was controlling the fuck as she wanted it ... she enjoyed this change of role.
It was only when she felt herself begin to approach her orgasm that she dropped hard and deeply on to his cock. He sensed the reason and at once took up the fuck-action himself. He held her around her waist, heaved and humped up at her cunt until she began to squeal with pleasure...."Oh Johnnie ... Johnnie ... !!" she wailed as he belted her cunthole really hard, "you lovely boy ... you're making me come ... I'm coming ... now ... NOW ... darling ... harder ... hold me tight ... tighter ... oooohhhrrrrhhhhooohhhh!!!"
She felt him buck up at her vagina about half a dozen times ... amid her own contortions she had not felt the actual spurtings but she was so wet and sticky in her cunt that she knew he had come in her. She collapsed along the top of him, her face coming to rest alongside his panting face. "You naughty, so naughty boy...." she teased him softly as she nibbled at his ear lobe, "you've just done what only my husband is supposed to do ... you pushed your wicked cock right in me, darling, and to make matters worse you let it come in me-didn't you?"
Just for a moment he was not sure if she was teasing or reprimanding him. Her smiling expression put him at ease. After all she had urged him on ... it had been she who had really started it all. Sure he had wanted to fuck her-but she had wanted to get herself fucked, she had made that clear to him with her invitation to her bedroom. He had never realized that a young pretty woman, apparently so happily married and with a small baby son, would be so easy to lay. He wondered if most married women were as prone to extra-martial fucking. He hoped when he finally got married his wife would be more faithful to him than this Mrs. Shaw was to her husband.
Had he mentioned his desire for a true wife to Teresa she would have advised him never to get persuaded to indulge in swapping. It was the small add in the "New Friends Mag" that had started her on this trail that made her want more and more hump. From the elderly grandfatherly Mr. Watkins in the back of his car to this young unmarried neighbor, she had tried both ends of the strange prick routine and found she enjoyed each new fuck more than the previous one.
* * *
"Hi there Ben-Hi Betty," Tom called out to their friends across the bar as he and Teresa called at the local Red Lion pubic house after a visit to some of Tom's relations. They liked to call at the pub now and again. It was an opportunity to meet friends, to hear the local gossip and scandal. They moved across to the corner whey had seen Ben and Betty Willows drinking. Now as they approached they saw the Willows were not alone. Betty was beckoning them over and Tom was being shaken firmly by the hand by Ben as if they were long lost brothers.
"Tom and Teresa, I want you to meet a couple of friends of ours...." Tom saw the two friends looking with a hard-on in their eyes at his wife as they took their turn to be introduced and shake her hand. The new friends were two colored men, both handsome in their own particular fashion, both dressed quietly and when they spoke their voices were modulated and educated.
The six of them enjoyed a few drinks. It was getting very close to closing time and it seemed by a natural process that Ben was drawing aside with Tom and the two men were in animated conversation about the recent sporting events. The other four seemed to be forming their own little circle. The happy-go-lucky Betty Willows and Teresa were with the two colored men and many eyes of curiosity were cast at the mixed group, as gradually Tom found himself being edged further away from them by the nudging arm of Ben. Tom saw that one of the colored men had his arm around Betty Willows and it was only a matter of minutes later that the other black slid his arm about the waist of Teresa.
"I knew they'd get on well together," Tom heard Ben say to him, "come on Tom, have another scotch, I'll get the drinks." We'll let the others get their own drinks . .
While Ben was up at the bar at the other end to where the foursome grouped, Tom watched the antics of the colored man with Teresa. The large black hand was quite blatantly fondling over her asscheeks and he saw the thick fingers splay along the groove of her asshole and press the material of her dress hard inwards so that the clear outline of her cheeks was visible. The middle finger of that large hand seemed to be trying to locate and press at her actual anus and Teresa was not minding at all. She was, in fact, wriggling her buttocks to give the impression she was enjoying and encouraging his pressing palm and fingers.
Betty Willows and her black companion were playing a different game. They were holding one another around the waist and trying to both drink from the same glass. Teresa was anxious to play the same little stupid game. Tom saw her hold her gass to her lips and lean forward so that the negro could accept the invitation to drink from the other side of her glass. The grinning black man pushed the glass aside and thrust out his very thick tongue. He put his face close to Teresa's ... Tom saw his wife greedily suck at the saliva coated tongue of the hefty negro. Ignoring the many pairs of prying eyes, the two embraced closely now. Betty and her friend followed suit. In the corner of the bar Ben and Tom sipped their drinks. Each saw their own wife being kissed and held closely in public by the two colored men.
"Shall we leave them to it?" Ben muttered as he finished his drink, "come on, Tom, come back to my place. Betty will bring your wife there when they've had their little fun and games." with a last backward glance at the foursome of white women and black men, the two left the bar. Neither Betty or Teresa turned to watch them go. They were both two engrossed with their new friends. When closing time arrived a few minutes later Teresa found herself outside still being embraced by her new black friend. She looked about for her husband ... neither he nor Ben were about. She watched Betty go off arm in arm. Teresa eagerly accepted the invitation of her man to go with him to his hotel for a nightcap. She learnt that the two men were attending a business course in town and were staying at a nearby hotel. It did not take Teresa long to find herself with him in a nicely furnished hotel bedroom. She knew why he had invited her here, although so far they had not spoken very intimately. She knew she was here with this negro for one thing only fucking!
She watched him pouring out two drinks from a small hip flask. She plumped herself down on the small couch and kicked off her shoes. Might as well be comfortable, she thought. Her dress rode well up above her knees as she stretched herself. She was handed her drink and the negro took off his jacket.
"These hotel rooms over here sure do get stuffy," he said, as his silk shirt came off to reveal his broad and very strong naked upper torso. She watched wide-eyed as he undid his belt and shook his trousers to his ankles. He stepped out of them. She saw he was wearing a bikini-type of loin covering which hardly hid his fantastically large dick and balls. She saw he was quite a man ... a real hunk of black hump in fact!
Hew as aready slightly aroused. He grinned at her and clucked his lips in mock admonition when he saw where she was looking-straight at his scant loin covering. He stepped close to the couch on which she sat and leaning forward gently rubbed her tits through the thin fabric of her frock. He grinned when his fingers detected that her nipples were more than a little hard already. He sat down beside her. In this almost naked state he seemed to be more of a massive man than she had thought. This was the first time in her life she had been alone with a man who was not white. She knew this new introduction in the pub was going to lead to going all out in fucking with this big fellow.
She watched him stretch out a large hand and press his fingers along her tits. The fingers curled and he was clasping her whole breast in his huge hand and squeezing it. She soon whimpered. He silenced her with his thick lips on her mouth. Their mingled saliva flowed back and forth between their mouths as they fused together in a real passion-stroking kiss. While he was kissing her she felt his hand slide from her tingling tit down over her tummy and belly. His hand felt every contour of her body then it quickly slipped under her dress hem and moved up to the naked ring of her thigh flesh above her nylons. She let out a contented sigh as he cupped her cunt through her panties. Her tongue was working overtime as it delved and twisted in his large wet mouth. She dropped her hand to the bikini-briefs he wore. Her fingers tried to insinuate under the taut elastic band. She eased the briefs over his huge rearing super-cock ... she could feel without looking that he was a man such as she had dreamed about. She fondled his prick with the loving caress that denoted he was all that any woman could ever possibly want in the way of a big prick.
"Take your dress off, honey," he whispered and helped her get the creased garment from her shapely body. He quickly got her bra and then her panties away from her, and naked save for her nylons and narrow waisted garter belt she lay back on the couch and let the excited negro enjoy the sepctacle of her luscious body. He pushed one of her legs so that it fell down away from the couch, her foot resting on the carpet. He loomed over her, his hand moving her other leg up towards the back of the couch so that she was well spread. She reached to clasp his rigid huge dong and drew him down. As he lowered his enormous cock she guided him carefully, using the fingers of her other hand to open her cunt lips and make it easier for this massive dick to find her cunthole.
He was pumping with urgent rhythm at her the moment he sunk deeply into her vagina. She locked a heel around his leg and slid her hand to his naked back as she rocked and heaved with him in equal horniness and feverish lust. Never had she been filled like this ... never had she known such penetration. She began to understand why girls and women went off to live with colored men ... began to realize what a man with a prick like this could do to a woman who needed as much hot fucking as she did. She began to wonder just how long this massive brute would last. How long would that pleasure cock remain so wonderfully hard and huge inside her cunt? She came to wonderful peak of sheer heaven and was building up to her second crisis ... she came for the second time ... it was even more excruciatingly marvelous than the first orgasm ... and still the dong of ebony was hard and stiff ... still he had not reached his own peak yet ... never had she known a man like this ... never had she been fucked by a cock that never seemed to relent or give mercy or lose its great virile strength.
She must have fainted ... every time she became conscious again he was still stiff and shoving his giant pecker up her cunt. By seven next morning he was still at it ... she knew he had come several times in her but she had long since lost count of how many times she had come ... she must have dozed off as well. Her belly felt like a wet sticky lake full of male come juice ... she felt as she had never felt before ... she felt a part of this man ... she was a part of his wonderful cock ... she was his cunt ... she was his ... his ... she never wanted to leave him ... never ... NEVER!
* * *
Betty Willows was more experienced with her sampling of black dick. She was home by three in the morning and fully expected Teresa to have been brought home long before that. Tom Shaw was still at her house with Ben waiting for Teresa to show up. Betty made some strong coffee and promised him his wife would be home soon. When four and then five o'clock came and still no sign of the wayward wife they began to worry. Tom even lost interest in stroking and feeling up Betty's nylon sheathed legs although Ben showed great consideration by leaving them alone together every now and again in case Tom felt like giving Betty some hot cock up her ever-willing cunt. With a bellyful of the negro's fuck the horny Mrs. Willows would still have enjoyed her hump with Tom, but he was too concerned about his wife ... as well he might be. When Teresa was still not home by ten in the morning Tom had to assume she must have gone back to their own house instead of coming to the Willows place.
He made his way home and found Teresa had returned there ... she had left him a note ... she had left him ... she was not coming back ... their small son was staying with her mother at the moment and the note said she was sure Mother would take care of the child. Teresa did not say where she had gone or who with. Tom Shaw never did find out where she went but he knew why. It had been the lure of that black virile monster of a prick the negro had ravished her with. The swapping ad seemed too boring and tame now compared with the sort of big-time fucking Teresa Shaw had come to need-and had got!
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
"Look here, Dennis, the sort of morality you consider is right went out with the Victorians ... It's so different these days." The young man held out the glass for it to be re-filled with the martini. Barry Shane smiled at the shocked expression of his friend's face as they enjoyed their cocktail together. Dennis Rangeman, always considered himself broad-minded. He knew, of course, that nowadays there were clubs where married couples could indulge in activities that he and his wife Linda never discussed, even. But it had come as a shock to hear that one of their friends, Barry Shane, and his wife, Freda, actually knew of one of these clubs ... and what was more, belonged to it. "You really serious, Barry? he asked. "Or are you pulling my leg? Are you putting me on for a laugh?"
The other young man laughed. "No, of course I'm not pulling your leg, Dennis. No man these days should be tied to one woman and not get any extra pussy from life. It's not the way to live at all."
"Does your wife think the same, then?" Dennis asked. "Does Freda agree with your outlook?" His companion laughed. "Of course she does," he retorted. "She gets her cock as well. She can go her way. She lets me go my way.
That's the way a marriage should be."
"I'm sure Linda would never agree that was the way our marriage should be," Dennis replied. "You know what she's like. Old-fashioned in things like this." Barry shrugged his shoulders. "You mention it to her," Barry told him. "I think you will be surprised. She knows more than a bit about this club already. She and Freda have discussed it."
"You mean my wife didn't throw a fit at the mere mention of a wife-swapping club? Dennis was confounded. "No, she didn't," replied Barry. I think your wife is far more sexy than you think, Dennis. I bet she's alright in bed, eh? Wouldn't mind giving her a hump myself."
Dennis felt his stomach knotting. He knew that Linda was a very attractive woman. He knew that a lot of men had their eyes on her, but this was the first time any man had been so blatant as to make mention of the fact that she was a desirable piece of ass. "My wife's good on her ass, too, I can tell you, Dennis," Barry was going on. "She likes you, Dennis. Why don't you get together with her for a hump some time?"
"You mean ... your wife wants me to ... to make love to her. And you don't mind?" It seemed incredible that such a situation should be possible. "Of course I don't mind, Dennis. I like you. You and Linda are our best friends." Barry came out with the answer so pat. Dennis was shocked to think his wife had even listened to talk about wife-swapping. To hear that she had not been shocked, had been in favor of what this friend had suggested, if what he said was true ... but it was unbelievable.
"Tell you what, Dennis. You and Linda have a talk about it. If you want to come over to us this evening, we can have a happy time together and then we can take you to the club at the next meeting. I'm sure you will find Linda will surprise you." The two men left the bar. Barry went towards his own car for a short drive to his house where Freda, his wife, was preparing a meal. Dennis Rangeman was deep in thought as he walked slowly towards where he lived ... surely this was not true ... surely Linda had been joking when she said she would agree to go to this swapping club?
* * *
They had decided to accept the invitation from Barry Shane and later that evening Dennis and his wife Linda were driving towards the elegant house where Barry and Freda lived. Barry glanced at his pretty wife sitting in the car beside him. He was surprised at the eager expression on her face. She seemed as willing and anxious to make love with Mr. Shane as he was with Mrs. Shane. The Shanes were pleased to see them. They were going to talk about joining the club, and when cocktails had been poured the foursome split up into two pairs. Freda sat beside Dennis on the couch, so close that her thigh touched his leg. He felt the radiant warmth of her body. He felt excited. She wore a low cut gown of green silk and it gave him an unobstructed view of her partly-brassiered breasts. He wanted to grab her luscious tits right then and there ... but he hesitated ... it was not so easy when her husband was right there across the room.
Dennis looked across at Barry. His jaw dropped. Their host was not having the same reservations about Linda. They were kissing in a passionate embrace ... Dennis saw his wife having her tit stroked through her dress by the agitating palm and fingers of Barry Shane. Dennis fought down the jealous pang that made him angry. He was being foolish ... he knew it was going to be like this ... why be upset now? And yet for all that ... it was not an easy thing to sit there and watch another man kissing Linda. From that moment he was less prudish with Freda, he was drawing her to his body, kissing her with the same sort of impatient passion that Linda and Barry were showing.
Freda liked the sudden passion of this young man. She groped down and felt for that cockbulge at his loins. An electric shock went through him as he felt her fingers clasp his dick through his trousers and when she began to massage his cock in as bold a way as possible, he thought he could come in his trousers if she was not more gentle and careful. "Come on, darling," she muttered. "I can tell by the feel of your cock you are ready for me. Your wife and my husband have already gone to a bedroom. You come up to my bedroom, Dennis darling."
Dennis looked round quickly. There was no sign of Linda and Barry. He followed Freda up to her room, enjoying the swaying and the wriggle of her hips and ass as she went up the stairs.
The moment they were in her bedroom with the door closed, she started to peel off her gown. He could not take his eyes from the wife of his best friend as she let the gown drop to the floor. She wore a matching pantie and bra set in white with a black patterning. She waited until he was naked and then turned so that he could undo the catch of her bra for her. He swayed her round to face him so that he could see her lolling white breasts drop free from the bra-cups. He saw her pinkish aureoles were centered with a stiff peak of ruby red nipple ... she too was aroused for fucking, just as he was.
His fingers trembled as he started to slither her panties down. He gazed at her naked beauty, unlike his wife who was a brunette on top and at her cunt, this Freda Shane was a redhead. The curled profusion of reddish hair at the base of her belly was an exciting change for him. "Come on, Dennis darling," she coaxed. "Do what you like to me ... anything ... I want to have you do just whatever you want to me." She fell back on the bed as he suddenly gripped her ass and pushed, he was down with her, his face in the soft superb fleshiness of her titties. He felt her hands on the back of his head, her fingers dragging his face harder to her tits. His mouth opened, grasping at the soft pliable flesh, and then he found the hard little nipple, drawing it between his teeth, stabbing at its tip with his tongue. Freda arched her body ... she writhed in sensual torment ... a pained sob came from her throat...."Dennis ... Dennis darling ... I love that ... I love that...." she whine. "Kiss me more ... kiss my nipples some more."
Her hands gripped his head, she was pushing him downward ... he knew the direction she wanted his mouth to travel ... down her soft belly ... down to the perfect center of her lovely body. His eyes feasted on her opened thighs and the inflamed cuntlips that nestled amid the curled red bush hair. Her hands on his head tightened their grip ... she lifted her asscheeks from the bed, her twat arching up closer to his face ... with a stifled gasp he plunged his head to her cunt ... she gave a little squeal ... held him tighter...."Darling ... ooohhheeeeeooooo ... that's nice ... it's very naughty but it's paradise ... it's wonderful Dennis darlingggg."
He clung to her hot, moist cunt with his open mouth. He wondered if her husband was doing the same to Linda ? The thought of his own wife having a man to kiss her between her cuntlips made him even more urgently horny, he drove his tongue to and fro in her frothing cunthole until she was whimpering with joyous pleasure. She shoved her straining thighs up at his face, her core of twat his to suck and lick ... then she was clutching at him, trying to pull him up from her. "Do it to me now ... fuck me darling," she, murmured. "I need you to fuck me now."
He saw her pulling a pillow down to slide under her ass, she opened her thighs wide and with outstretched arms welcomed him to her cunt haven. Clinging to him with arms and legs they moulded as one ... her lovely legs scissored up around his waist clamping him so tightly they squeezed the breath from him. They rocked and tossed on her bed like two fucking animals. She sobbed and bit and scratched at him, her long fingernails dug furrows in his back. He looked down into her staring eyes and tortured face ... he knew that his own wife would be like this under the cock of Barry...."Fuck me ... harder ... fuck me baby-honey ... fuck me." Surely Linda would not be driven to use such obscene urgings to her lover though ... surely she would show more restraint ... he saw Freda rolling her head on the mattress, tossing her lovely long hair in her hump-delirium ... he lunged at her cunt time and time again as if to show her that he was a better man than her husband ... he knew that Barry would be trying to prove the same sex lesson to Linda ... that a lover is always a better fucker than a husband.
Dennis felt her vagina tightening and then slow release ... her cunt muscles seemed to be working and sucking at his cock from tip to the base of his shaft ... she was a fantastic fuck ... he knew she was near to her climax ... her body was up jerking with a sort of urgent mechanical rhythm and then he knew she was "there" ... she convulsed ... she screamed ... she lifted up from the pillow she had pushed under her ass ... she ground at his stiff prick with a savage fury and then went taut and rigid ... he knew she was getting her completion at this moment ... he felt his own orgasm build to bursting peak and then with savage thrusts of his cock at her stiff and still body he began to spurt his hot sperm. The spunk burnt his cockshaft as it gushed up from his aching balls and split to her welcoming, sucking cunthole. He was stunned by the amount of hot fluid that came from him to nestle inside her twat ... she was so horribly hot and wet down there ... it was a magnificent fucking ... he knew that if Linda's had only been half as good it would be better than she had ever had before.
Freda was puffing and panting but covering his perspiring face with her hot passionate kisses. She was happy, she knew this young couple Dennis and Linda Rangeman were not in their swapping net ... no young couple once ensnared are ever allowed to get free ... not many wanted to return to normal marital bliss with one sole partner after an exotic screw with Freda or Barry Shane.
CHAPTER TWO
Now that they had the Rangemans, Dennis and Linda, well into the habit of swapping, Barry and Freda Shane turned their attentions to another young couple they had been waiting to get into their intimate hump-circle. Paul Armstrong and his attractive wife Pauline were pleased to have an invitation to a cocktail party at the Shanes' new house. It was not so long ago the Armstrongs had moved into the neighborhood and they did not have many friends in this part of town. Several times the two wives had met while out shopping, and on a couple of occasions the foursome had met in the local bar and enjoyed a few drinks together, but this was the first time the Armstrongs had actually been invited to visit the Shanes' impressive house.
Freda was eagerly excited at the prospect before them. She liked big broad-shouldered Paul Armstrong, who was good-looking in his rough sort of way. His wife seemed petite and rather timid when she was in his company. They had only been married for a year and from the few snatches of conversation on marital life, neither Paul or Pauline seemed to be terribly happy or enthralled by their life together so far.
The more experienced Barry and Freda suspected that neither of them had done much sexual experimenting before their marriage and very little since their marriage. They were a strangely mixed couple. Paul, so big and power fully built, the athletic football outdoor man ... his wife, dainty and delicately lovely, a charming young thing, but almost it seemed as if she was only just past the schoolgirl outlook. She did not act or look like a married woman.
The cocktail party, which was to consist only of their own little foursome, went very well. The free flow of rather strong drink helped to make the atmosphere happy and friendly, the tasteless sex-stimulating drug that Freda slipped into the last couple of rounds of drinks was also going to be a great persuader to make the last few hours of the get together go with some real swinging humps. It was close on midnight when Freda felt the familiar warm tingle in between her thighs. The aphrodisic she had put into all the drinks was beginning to have its telling effect on her twat ... she knew it must be affecting the others as well, particularly their inexperienced guests. The Shanes watched for any sign that Pauline might be feeling the effects ... certainly there was a restlessness about the young woman as she sat sipping the cocktail and talking excitedly. She was nestling up closer to her husband, they were seated side by side on the couch, and the loving couple slid their arms about one another.
"It was a pity you two weren't at our party last week-end," Barry Shane told them. His wife went on, "Yes we had a larger party then, a real whale of a time," she told the interested couple. "I'm sure you would both have enjoyed yourselves," Freda added.
"We are enjoying ourselves tonight," Paul answered. "Aren't we darling?" His wife gripped him tighter and nodded. "Yes, darling, it has been a wonderful evening," she said. "I don't remember when I have drunk so much. I feel so light headed, Paul, perhaps we should go home now."
"Oh, no, not yet, The evening is young yet," Barry was quick to stamp out any idea that the young couple should leave. "The party last weekend was really to help the few lagging marriages that there are amongst some of our friends," Freda was telling them. "You know, after a while a marriage can get boring, even when the two partners really love each other very much. These little parties we hold are a great boom to couples like that. Helps them swing a bit, get to know other couples." She winked slyly. "You know what I mean."
Pauline colored up. Her husband was a little embarrassed. "I have heard about those sort of parties," Pauline stammered. "I didn't know that you were the sort of people who held them, though." There was a silence. Paul was quick to cover up his wife's remark which could have been taken as a snub by their pleasant host and hostess.
"I'm sure my wife didn't mean to offend you," he smiled at Freda, who was only too pleased to smile back at him.
"Of course she didn't," she said. "I understand perfectly. I expect your marriage is perfect. After all, you've only been married a year, haven't you? Is your marriage perfect bliss, dear?" she leaned across and patted Pauline's knee.
"Well ... yes ... I suppose it is as happy as most," the young wife muttered.
"Of course it is ... it is as happy as any marriage could be," her husband backed up her remark, but the Shanes were able to detect a slight hint of dissatisfaction in the husband's tone. "A young couple are sure to have a few difficulties in the first year," Barry joined the conversation. "Have you had any particular troubles?"
For a moment there was silence. Then Pauline blurted out "Well at times I wish Paul was not so ... so overpowering." She seemed glad she had got up the courage to say it ... after all, these were their friends, they could discuss certain things with another young couple that they might not talk about to other friends. Freda and Barry smiled, they knew the drink and the sex-stimulating drug were having their effect on the young wife, they were making her a little bolder and more outspoken than she was normally.
"I don't know what you expect, I don't really," Paul was speaking in a tone that exposed his slight anger as he scowled at his wife. "You are not a delicate china doll you know ... you won't break ... you are not so fragile as you try and make out." The husband was also becoming more outspoken. Freda leaned across and this time put her hand on Paul's knee. "It's strange you should say that, Paul," she said softly. "I am always telling Barry that he won't hurt me, he is so gentle ... I wish he were rougher with me sometimes. Do you know, Pauline," she went on
"I think my husband is the kind of lover you need, and maybe you husband is the tougher sort that I need."
There was another intense silence before Freda went on. "Do you know, it's a funny thing, but I think it is very fortunate that we met and made friends. I think you both need more experience. I think it will do both of you a lot of good and do your marriage good if you had extra experience." Pauline gasped. "You ... you mean ... experience with someone else instead of Paul?" she muttered.
"Don't be so shocked," Freda replied. "It's going on all the time now, dear. Believe me, it will put new life into your marriage. We have seen it happen so many times before ... haven't we, Barry darling?" Barry was anxious to back up the "play" that his wife was making to get the couples to interchange. Pauline was the one doing the protesting and she was still blushing as she answered, "I don't think that is the way married couples should behave," she said. "I am sure it wouldn't help our marriage at all." Freda chuckled at this. "There, you see, she said. "You are admitting your marriage needs some help of some kind. You know, Pauline dear, believe me, you will be surprised. You would find my husband a very understanding humper, I can tell you."
"That may be true," Pauline said. "But I am sure my husband would never agree to such a fantastic idea." The Shanes watched Pauline take a large gulp of her cocktail as she said this. They were sure in a short while the strong cunt-stimulent she had in her drink would really get a hold on the young wife, and she and her husband would be like putty maneuvre and mould in any kind of fuck situation.
"He might be more willing to agree than you imagine," Freda told the younger woman, as she gave the red-faced husband a knowing wink and a teasing smile. "Why not let Paul speak for himself, eh?"
"I ... I ... think ... this conversation is getting a bit out of hand," he blurted out, sorry that he had been dragged into the strange hump-switching discussion at all at this stage. Freda smiled at him.
"You are a careful fellow," she teased him. "That was no answer at all. Come on now, give a yes or no ... be bold ... yes or no? Don't you think it would be fun to swap wives?" Paul's face turned beet-red. He did not look at either of the women. He held the glass to his lips and sipped nervously. "Well," he mumbled at last. "I suppose no one could deny that it wouldn't be fun ... but...."
His wife cut him short. "Paul ... Paul darling, how can you say a thing like that ... how can you?" He shifted his postion uneasily. "Well darling, don't get me wrong," he mumbled. "I just agreed that it would be fun, that was all. I didn't say I wanted it to happen. I didn't say that I wanted to swap. I had to agree it sounds like fun, though."
"Oh, you are a jealous young pair," Freda chuckled. "But still, I expect Barry and I were the same during the first year of our marriage. I am no sure it is a good thing that a young couple should be so jealous though. Would it bother you a lot, Pauline, to see your husband kissing another woman, dear?" Before either Pauline or her husband could make any reply or move, Freda had stood up and moved across to brazenly sit on Paul's lap. Before the startled red-faced young man could protest or object or make any defense she was smearing her moist lip-sticked mouth across his lips, thrusting her pointed wet tongue tip into his mouth. As the young man reached up to push her away, his hand accidentally touched across her big tit. "Ohaaa ... you naughty man, Paul," she chuckled, keeping her mouth glued to his. "I like that ... I like you touching my breast."
Pauline jumped up from the couch. Her eyes were blazing, she was very annoyed. "Paul ... Paul Armstrong," she snapped. "Take me home, take me home this minute ... do you hear...." She suddenly gave a gasp. The hands of Barry Shane were on her ass, he was pulling her back, dragging her down to his lap ... strangely enough she did not protest when he kissed her as passionately as his wife was kissing Paul. In a few moments Pauline Armstrong was running her hands through Barry's hair, her soft moans giving proof of her pleasure. When she began to wriggle her hips and to squash her asscheecks down on Barry's lap, they knew that the drug was at work alright.
Barry had a hand up to her breast. He was anxious now to keep the fire of hump well inflamed within her excited body now that it had started. For a moment Paul was looking across with amazement at his wife on Barry's lap, then he returned to kissing Freda and to caressing her lovely titties. "Come on up, Paul darling," Freda said very softly. "Let's go up to my room. Leave them down here, shall we?"
"I ... I don't know ... I ... I'm not so sure," he began to stammer and to bluster. "I don't think we should." Freda began to coax him. "Don't be silly, Paul," she whispered. "Look at your wife, just look at her, Paul darling. She's getting all horny with my husband now, isn't she? I bet she's forgotten all about being angry with you. Come on darling," she smeared her moist lips all over his cheek and his Chin before kissing him on the lips again. "Come on darling ... a change of pussy will do you good ... come on darling lover."
They stood up and she took his hand. He followed her quietly and meekly through the house to the bedroom. She closed the door as if she still feared he would have enough will power to change his mind. She hoped that the next bedroom would soon be housing the couple from downstairs. She was pleased with the way their hump plans had worked out so far. This good-looking hunk of cock was trembling as he gazed at her with undisguised admiration ... she went across to him, better get him out of his clothes as quickly as he could ... it would be harder for him to make his escape if he changed his mind then ... she helped him off with his jacket and undid the shirt buttons. After his tie was loosened she tugged at his belt until this too was un done. His trousers fell to his ankles. She pushed down his shorts which fell on top of the crumpled trousers.
She smiled as she looked down at his exposed virile erecting cock...."My my darling ... you are a man, Paul, a real man," she muttered. She saw his face light up ... this sort of talk was always good for a man ... always made him even more horny. "Now let's see what you are like under all those pretty clothes," he retorted. "I bet you are a real lovely woman stripped down."
In his, fuck-excitement, Paul had already forgotten about his own wife ... he was horny and anxious to enjoy the thrilling cunt of another woman ... he was not thinking of his pretty delicate young wife screwing with another man! Freda intended to show this young stud what he had been missing by staying at home all the time with that young pretty wife of his. She would show him what a woman could do to and for a man's cock-satisfaction if she really wanted to ... She swayed in a teasing fashion as she unzipped her dress and let it slither down her hips. She saw his face glowing, his eyes were wide and excited as he stared at her ... he saw her untether her bra and throw the brassiere to the chair ... then her panties were pushed down her curvaceous shapely ass.
With one hand cupped under her lush tits, the other at her loins, Freda performed a sensual writhing dance right there in front of her new lover's greedy eyes ... in the most lewd and suggestive movements she jerked herself as if she was already having intercourse with an unseen fucker ... Paul Armstrong stood before her like a man in a trance ... like a man in a wild and quite unbelievable paradise ... his prick had grown and curved up meancingly from his sturdy loins ... his young wife was right ... he was a bit overpowering ... his cock was rigid and like a bull's ... she could see that he could be overpowering alright when he was aroused. Freda could see that ... and she was pleased and excited at the prospect....
It had taken her husband Barry about ten minutes to persuade Pauline Armstrong to go to a bedroom with him. When he finally convinced her not to be so old-fashioned, not to be so prudish, he let her listen for a moment outside the bedroom where he knew Freda had taken her husband. The unmistakable sounds they heard proved that Freda and Paul were making out well. It was almost certain from the grunts and gasps that Paul was already fucking with Freda, and when at last Barry got Pauline into the next bedroom she seemed to relax and be more agreeable to what was happening.
He knew that this was a very new experience for the young wife. He would have to be careful with her, he didn't want her changing her mind. He saw she was trembling, to be in a bedroom with a strange man must be unnerving for her ... he made the first move ... he pulled her to him ... he kissed her hard and then his hands slid over her lush young body ... the fierceness of her response amazed him and took him completely by surprise. She clung to him, her arms tight about his neck ... she returned his tongue kiss and ground her hips and belly hard right into his dick in a most brazen fashion. He found the zipper of her dress and yanked it down. She did not resist, she shrugged her shoulders and let the dress fall to her waist and then to the floor. Her bra was the next to go.
Barry Shane never failed to feel the wild tingle of excitement when he saw a young woman's breasts for the first time. This time was no exception. Mrs. Pauline Armstrong had luscious, delicately shaped tits. The flesh seemed whiter than the knothers of his own wife. They seemed like two snow white peaks tipped with bright little red studs. Her nipples were aroused and he derived terrific pleasure from the thought that probably he and her husband were the only men who had ever seen her young pert cherry-like nipples with such an erection. He took off his own clothes, she watched him as she slid her panties down, then her girdle and nylon stockings.
They moved together to the bed and fell across it. Pauline's eyes were half closed, her lips swollen with her passion ... she was a horny little creature, he thought, he didn't know what that husband of hers had to complain about, but still, the sex-stimulant was helping her, of course. He dropped his face to her soft white breasts, rubbing his nose and chin in the soft pleasurable warmth ... he drew in one hard nipple to his tongue. He heard her catch her breath and then her soft hands clutched at his head to encourage him to continue with her nipple well inside his mouth. He let the hard, erect nipple rest flat on his wet tongue, and then closed his lips hard on it and sucked inwards. He felt her give a little shudder and she gasped in delight.
He moved to the other peak ... sucked avidly to bring that nipple into the same cherryred hardness and then with open mouth he trailed a line of wet salvia down her tummy ... down and over her softly heaving belly his face moved. Suddenly his hands moved around her; her hands gripped his head, she was trying to pull him back up to her breasts. "Please ... please. What are you doing Barry? Please, dear, do it to my breast again ... please." He thought it had been obvious What he was going to do, with his face so low down on her belly. He was surprised at her objections, surprised at her strenuous attempts to drag his face up to her again.
Poor bitch, he thought, perhaps she has never had a mouth down on her pussy ... he pushed her hands away from his face, he moved quickly to bury his open mouth full over her wet palpitating cunt and clamped himself there despite her wild protestations of "It's not nice ... it's a filthy thing to do" and her wriggling attempts to dislodge him.
She lurched ... her hips twisted from side to side ... she pounded at his head with her small fists, her efforts were quite ineffective ... Barry Shane continued with his obscene devotions at her twat. Suddenly her struggling grew weak, slowly she was relaxing to a heavy-breathing motionless young woman ... her breath began to wheeze through her clenched teeth ... her hands grabbed at his head ... this time though not to drag him away but to press his face harder to her very moist and hot cuntal region....
"Ohaaaa ... Barry ... aaaooohhaaaa ... Barry ... that's wonderful ... it makes me feel ... wonderful ... so lovely ... lovely ... darling...." He worked harder at her juicy hole. His tongue and lips feverishly chewed, sucked, bathed and lapped at her erect clitories and cuntlips and when at least he brought his wet glistening face up from between her crack she opened her legs wider, held out her arms and made the clear invitating for him to get his cock into her cunt and take her. Darling ... Barry darling ... don't leave me like this ... do it to me ... darling ... do it ... I must have you do it to me...."
With two fingers on the upper surface of his rigid cock he guided it to her hot wet cuntlips as he slowly ground down between her open welcoming twat. He fucked at her with sharp hard repetitive thrusts that threatened to sink his cock right through her slender frame to pin her to the bed itself.
"Aaauuuggghhhhh" she moaned as she worker her nooky with him in every bit as lewd and passionate a way as he wanted her to. With his face close to hers he muttered "There honey ... that's good isn't it ... aren't you glad we had a little harmless swap now, eh ? You wanted a change of partner ... you needed a new cock up you, didn't you ? This was what you wanted, wasn't it?"
She kept drawing in her breath through her closed teeth, her panting and very heavy breathing must be heard in the adjoining room where her husband was frigging Freda...."Ohaaa ... yes yes ... do it ... do it harder ... urrr ... yes ... yessss ... make me ... make me come ... I'm ... cominggg." In the next bedroom Freda lay with her exhausted prick-pusher. They listened to the sounds of his wife giving way to her lusts with Barry. Freda knew that athough Paul had just given her a wonderfully satisfying fucking, he was geting horny again as he lay there listening to his pretty wife getting herself so beautifully screwed. Freda looked up into his face and smiled at him. "I'm going to do something to you, darling," she murmured. "I don't expect your wife has ever done it for you. Tell me if I do all right."
She began to kiss his stomach, running her wet tongue tip amid the coarse hair of his bush, The way he arched up at her face down told how, desperately he wanted to feel her warm mouth go down to him ... she was not going to disappoint him ... he gazed with intense pleasure as her lips closed over his now erect shafthead ... he lay back, clutching at the bedclothes in his anguished passion as he listened to his wife sobbing out her lust for Barry Shane's cock and letting Barry's wife suck at his enlarged prick. When she had almost cocksucked him to the brink of his orgasm, Freda lifted herself up and straddled his chest, she opened her thighs and leaned forward, feeling his hot breath in the naked insides of her legs. She wondered if he would take the cuntlapping invitation. He was turned to stone, or so it seemed, he was still for a moment, so still, then suddenly his arms shot out, around her naked belly they went, hurting her with the ferocity of the way he imprisoned her excited torso in his embrace and his face pressed high up between her open straddled pussy ... she let out a long deep sigh of lustful contentment ... his strong fists clutched at her asscheeks, drew her harder to his open nibbling, chewing, contorting mouth...."Darling ... darling Paul ... you make a woman feel wonderful darling ... eeeEEEOOOOWWWWW ... your tongue ... darling ... use your tongue more ... that's it ... right inside me ... uuurrrggggaaaAAA ... DARLING THAT'S GOOD ... so good...."
Her body was churning now ... she was whining and gasping, writhing down on his face getting his mouth inside her gaping hot folds of cunt. Reluctantly she eased herself away from his face, she felt behind her for the fiercely erected pole of his cock ... she aimed and rode his extended dick ... he entered her to the hilt ... like a jockey on a Derby winner she rode as though their lives depended on it ... the bed sagged and creaked in tempo with the gasps and grunts and bed-creaking in the next room ... two fond couples were happy ... two couples were interfucking, wife with other man, husband with other woman ... it was the perfect partnership between the two couples ... the swapping had been accomplished.
The plan had gone through as arranged ... Paul and Pauline Armstrong were seduced ... into the swap club as planned....
"Look darling, getting into a circle of friends who feel the same way as we do about swapping is quite different from playing around with a man like Hugo. You know I detest him, and even if he had a wife as lovely as you to use as a I bargaining cunt I still wouldn't let you go to a swapping party if he was going to be there."
Linda looked at her husband. There was no doubt he meant every word he said. He hated I old Hugo Henkle, always had hated him ever I since he had taken the house on the corner, not I so many doors away from their own home.
At the time Hugo moved in several of the neighbors had been agog at the bits of gossip I that were rumored about him. Dennis Rangeman had heard several tales about the way he had mistreated his wife just prior to moving to this district. Mrs. Henkle had died only a short while j before Hugo came to the district ... it had always been a mystery how she died ... rumor had it that Hugo was a beast with women, his savage ways and mean cruel nature had led to his wife's death and then a few months later a young housekeeper had taken up residence with Hugo. For six months she stayed with him ... then one day she was seen no more ... just where she went, what happened to her, why she left so suddenly were all questions left unanswered....
The local folk, the Rangemans amongst them, feared the worst about the girl. The hefty, slightly hunched figure of old Hugo Henkle became an object of fear amongst the local women, they avoided him, they never spoke, he grew more into his own dreary private world than ever ... and the mystery of his wife's death and the missing housekeeper remained just that
... mysteries.
That was all of six months ago. Gradually the feeling towards the strange man grew less fearsome and antagonistic. It seemed the men folk, the husbands in the neighborhood, had better memories ... they did not like their wives speaking to the man ... Dennis Grangeman in particular still hated the man, this was perhaps because old Hugo never lost an opportunity of speaking to Linda. If ever he had the chance he would engage her in conversation if he met her shopping, or if he passed the house when she might be in the front garden.
It had been Linda who brought matters to a head. She had told her husband that she was sure old Hugo knew about the wife-swapping and loose humping activities that went on in the neighborhood why not forget the past and try and give the lonely old fellow a little pleasure in his life again ... why not invite him to a party? Why not let him take part in the orgies and revelries that went on?
Dennis was horrified at the prospect. There was not the slightest chance that he would ever agree to inviting Hugo Henkle to any party where he and Linda were going. He was sure that the other husbands would feel just as strongly ... Linda knew he was probably right. She was sorry. Sorry for the old fellow who was so lonely and seemingly unhappy these days, and secretly she was sorry for herself. She was secretly curious to know more about this strange deep-voiced, slow of movement, old Hugo Henkle. Could it be possible that he had killed his own wife with his bestial and brutal fuck practices ... and what had happened to that young and very pretty housekeeper he had employed...?
Like all members of her sex, any man with an air of mystery about him aroused her intense curiosity. If that mystery had any connection with sex, then a woman's insatiable curiosity is aroused to a peak where it must be satisfied ... Soon after Dennis left for business, she dressed in a very smart long sleeved sweater, which fitted her rather too tightly across her ample titties, and an also very figure-hugging garment in the form of a pair of ski-slacks of pale blue. A broad red leather belt around her waist added a spice of color to the pale blue slacks and pretty lemon hued sweater. She went into the front garden and began to tender the rose bushes, one eye all the time on the house across the street, the house on the corner ... the house where Hugo Henkle lived.
She was not sure if he had seen her until about twenty minutes later when he came out of his house and instead of going down the footpath his side of the road, deliberately strolled across to the hedge of her front garden. She saw deep-set eyes, glowering at her over the top of his face, broad, highly colored with his dark, the hedge. She almost guessed his first words.
"Well?" His voice was so deep and mellow, so in keeping with his massive chest and fine figure despite that slight hunch on his broad back. "Did you ask him? It was no good, was it?" She shook her head. "No, Hugo, it was no good. I asked him but he was sure none of the other husbands would go to a party with their wives if they knew you were going to be there. It's no use, Hugo ... there's to be no swapping party for you."
Linda had been surprised when old Hugo had mentioned to her the last time he had spoken to her when they had met like this, that he knew about the hump parties that went on in the neighborhood. She had thought there was too much secrecy about them for any outsider to hear about the fuck activities of the couples. She was not sure that Hugo knew all the couples that took part, certainly he knew that she and Dennis were to these parties, or else the cunning old devil had made a guess and she had given their guilt away when she had not denied the allegations. However, that was not important now She felt sorry for the elderly man as his face dropped. Those dark eyes seemed to become even more further set back into his face he was the picture of dejection and misery.
"Come in and I'll make you a cup of coffee," she suggested. "You can ask some of the other wives to ask their husbands can't you? Don't be upset just because my stupid husband still holds your past against you." He followed her into the house. "No, Mrs. Rangeman," he said slowly. "You are right when you say they will all feel the same way about me and their wives ... and they are probably very wise to feel that way ... now don't be afraid ... don't be silly."
Linda gave a squeal as she felt his strong hands on her ass, he had swivelled her round to face him as he followed her through into the lounge ... he was pulling her hard against his body. Suddenly he dropped to one knee and pressed his face very hard against the taut sleek front of her tight-fitting ski pants. His hand moved up to caress over her tits and his other arm was around her waist to prevent her from stepping back from him.
She looked down at the top of his head. Her hands tried to push his face away from her front. He was kissing her avidly and lewdly through her clothing, giving her room for no doubt as to what he would have been doing to her if the ski-pants had not been between his mouth and her cunt.
"No ... No Hugo ... no," she tried to struggle away from him. He was very strong ... he could be brutal if he wished ... that much was clear. He was breathing very heavily. His large hands gripped the buckle of that broad belt she wore and with strength that amazed and frightened her he drew the belt through the buckle and the clips. The belt had concealed the tab of the mannish-type of fly zipper that was fitted to the pants. Now with the belt ripped open, the zipper tab was easy to grip. She struggled with all the force she could to stop his hands from getting the zipper down ... it was to no avail ... the slither of the zipper being undone was clearly heard ... she gasped very loudly as his large hand snaked inside the opened fly front ... his palm was against the silky texture of her bikini-type brief-panties. His other arm formed a barrier at the back of her calves, with his shoulder he pushed her back, she fell across his arm, fell to the carpet close to him ... she was on her back ... so he quickly lifted one huge leg and straddled across her hips. He kept her helpless until he had undone the other fasteners at the waist of her pants, and then he slowly drew them down her ass and thighs.
When he had to ease his bulk off her to get the ski-pants down, she took the opportunity of struggling and trying to get up, but she did not make much headway, and as soon as he drew the tight pants off her legs, he sprawled his bulky weight across her writhing body. He held her down until she calmed and struggled less, and then he repeated the actions with her panties.
"Hugo ... Hugo ... my husband will kill you for this; it's rape!" she panted. "Please Hugo ... stop now and I promise I won't tell him what you've done so far ... Leave me alone Hugo now and I'll forget it ... we can both forget it ever happened. Please Hugo ... please."
He smirked at her. "When I've finished with you, you won't want to tell your husband anything," he muttered as he bent his face forward and leaned down to kiss her exposed naked belly. He loved the feel of this young wife's soft warm fleshy belly against his face ... in her turn Linda was trying not to get pleasure out of the way this gross old man was kissing her body and thrilling her. When his face moved lower ... slower and with a tantalizing deliberateness, she had the urge to open her thighs or him ... the urge was too great to resist ... he saw her knees come up, her thighs spread apart ... she was not struggling now ... she let out a long expressive, gasping breath as his lips fastened over the pulsating lips of her cunt ... he felt her lift her knees higher, her nyloned legs moved across his bent back ... he felt her trying to lock her ankles at the back of his neck ... she was fitting herself in more snuggly ... more intimately aligned to his face and mouth for the utmost sensation ... old Hugo Henkle kissed the young housewife's torrid cunt with a passion that he had used on his late wife and more recently, on his pretty young housekeeper.
His mouth and tongue paid homage to her core of womanhood in a way that no woman could fail to respond to. He showed no embarrassment ... no shame or hesitancy ... he was an animal between her legs ... he was acting like the beast she knew his reputation said he was ... she cried out, she gasped and panted ... she wheezed and gurgled her passionate pleasure and her satin smooth thighs pressed harder and lovingly to the sides of his large head ... her belly thumped up now and again ... the loins writhed and every so often her whole body seemed to spasm in a violent if brief shaking from head to toe.
Hugo Henkle no longer had to hold this young housewife down ... he could use his hands for more exciting practices. He had his large hands under her shirt, her tits were heaving, his thick but agile fingers were working the bra-cups off her large knockers ... she arched at his hands as he plucked at the now unprotected nipples. His fingers and thumbs massaged her nipples until each breast was alive and roused ... her legs clamped him even more urgently tightly round about his bobbing head ... this old man, this mystery "beast" of the neighborhood, had his hot face lost in her moist warmth of her excited feminine gash ... she twisted and thrust her oozing cunt at his face and tongue ... she was jerking at him ... she was moaning ... he knew the tell-tale signs so well ... he redoubled the lappings of his wet tongue, increasing the nibblings of his lips on her clitoris ... he knew she was nearly to the peak ... nearly ... nearly ... there ... there.
Suddenly Linda Rangeman reached the pinnacle of utter ecstasy ... she was jerking and crying out, every muscle, every nerve tensed and taut ... he thrust his tongue as deeply into her wet clutching cuntlips ds he could and kept it there ... he felt her tremble ... felt her belly pulstate ... her cunt shuddered and spasmed against his face ... she knew she was having her orgasm ... a wild violent satisfying climax for the pretty wife whose husband would not let her go to a party of neighbors if Hugo was to be there ... ironical ... she tossed herself with feverish passion against Hugo Henkle's broad face as her orgasm reached the peak and began to subside ... he kept his face to her cunt, his tongue well in her hot slicky groove until at last she dropped her legs to the carpet ... she lay exhausted and gasping.
"you ... you ... you devil," she managed to gasp out. "That was ... wonderful ... you are a wicked man ... you are a tempting devil in disguise, Hugo Henkle." He leered down at her. He was levering himself along her still panting body, fitting himself to the open warmth of her gaping thighs. He had not undone the front of his trousers but he jabbed teasingly at her cunt with his trousered loins whilst he toyed and frigged at her very stiff and red nipples with his fingers and thumbs.
He waited until she resumed her own spasmodic thrusts up at his body and he knew she was anxious for a second release of cunt-juice from her young healthy crack. His face creased into a mask of lust . . . he was as ugly as sin itself and yet she did not find him repulsive....
"You want to fuck?" His words were spoken in that slow low tone ... she was surprised at the amount of control he seemed to have, surprised at the way he could start or stop his teasing of her exposed cunt ... he might be a beast but he was in control of himself.
She felt ashamed and wickedly deceitful at the way she was feeling. She knew there could be nothing but one answer to his question if she told the truth. It was yes ... yes ... yes ... yes. She wanted to go the whole way with this strange man ... and yet ... would he still have such control once he started to really possess her, or would he be brutal, cruel, would he hurt her, harm her? She could not bring herself to nod or to speak the word that would answer his lewd question ... she closed her eyes as she saw him gloating at her, his hands working at the front of his trousers. She felt his hot breath on her face as he levered himself further on top of her body. She was willingly opening her thighs wider for him to get his broad body down between them. Deep inside her was a prick hunger she could not control. She had enjoyed so thoroughly and been gratified to an intense degree when he had sucked her to completion ... and now she knew that her cunt hungered for a climax with a normal fucking by a male prick ... she knew she wanted to be fucked and fell fucked ... fucked by a man who needed and desired her ... such a man was his horny Hugo Henkle.
Through half-closed eyes she saw him lever himself on his hands into a push-up position above her. She could not help but keep undulating her hips and belly. She opened her eyes wide when she felt the first contact of his cock against her flesh. She looked down between their bodies, she saw him trying to insinuate the largest prick she had ever imagined into the soft wet folds of her hot cunt. "PoooooOOOOO ... Hugo ... HUGO! you're so ... so big," she gasped. "Oooooaaaaa ... it hurts ... your dick's too big Hugo ... you're so big-cocked ... ooouuughhheeeeEEEE!!!"
"Sure I'm big," he muttered. "But you'll love it when you get used to it. Take it easy now ... relax ... I won't hurt you if I can help it. You're a married woman, you should be used to taking cock up that gash of yours!"
"I've never had a man like you before ... oooaaa please ... HUGO! be careful!!! HugoooooAAAAA!!!!" He was straining for all he was worth to get her fully impaled on his immense dong. He looked down at her large luscious breasts, they lolled and sway from side to side as in her torment she jerked and rolled. He felt a sudden easing in the tension of her ring of cunt muscles that gripped at the enormous shaft. He knew he had broken the resistance of the outer and the inner lips of her twat. He rammed at her with even more force ... he drove his long thick prick into her with one long seemingly endless lunge. He saw her face contort, her teeth clenched tightly but she held her thighs up at him as he began to fuck her with fierce strong strokes ... by the third or fouth stroking she was responding ... her lovely body was moving with his, her wild contortions were of an abondoned lust-crazed young woman.
Her arms wrapped about him. "Ohaaaa ... that's good ... so good Hugo," she gasped ... she wished he had been naked, stark naked, as she hugged him to her ... she wished they had been in bed, comfortable and there for hours and hours instead of on the floor grabbing a quick illicit fuck from one another ... she wished ... she wished this fucking would go on and on for ever, she felt her belly opening fully to engulf his body ... not only his cock ... all his body belonged to her ... she was his and he was hers ... they were as one. Never had humping with Dennis, or sex with any of the other young husbands with whom they had swapped been anything to compare with this ... it was as if she had never been truly and thoroughly fucked before ... this was what it should be ... this was a real man. He was easing the upper part of his heavy body back away from her, looking down at her, she knew just what he was thinking-he was wishing that her husband could see her now. Dennis, who had forbidden her to invite this strange man to a swapping party. Dennis her husband, who had hated the mere idea of this Hugo Henkle even speaking to her ... now she was belonging to Hugo's massive cock ... belonging to him and wanting to go on being possessed by his rampant, superbly virile prick.
Hugo felt himself ready and hot to shoot his sperm into her horny writhing cunt. He knew that she was on the verge of her second orgasm, the hot flow of his boiling sperm would bring her to fulfillment or her orgasm ... his semen would make her come ... he got his hands down behind her knees, shoved her soft tender thighs up over his shoulders and ground as far down into her open yielding cunt as he could, bringing groans of passion from her lips ... the ache in his balls was unbearable, he had to fill her ... to fuck her ... too ... to ... his large hands moved to her slim white throat, he began to pump ... her face contorted with lust ... a glimmer of fear showed on her expression as his fists tightened on her throat....
He saw her pretty face change to the older more mature face of his late wife ... then to the sweetly innocent face of that young pretty housekeeper ... now it was the turn of this lovely young housewife ... his fingers gripped the white throat harder ... her breathing was heavy and labored ... he just could not get the hot sperm up from his balls ... he fucked harder and faster ... his hands gripped her neck until it seemed impossible for her to breathe. Her face turned crimson, then slowly to paleness and white. He pumped his heavy loins at her open thighs ... why didn't she respond with him ... why didn't she help him get his spunk to flow ... his balls were so heavy ... they ached in their urgency for relief ... her face was grey ... her cheeks pale ... she lay still ... he eased himself back on his haunches ... perhaps if he turned her over and used her asshole she would be even tighter in that unnatural hole ... she would make him come then alright....
She felt herself being rolled on to her face ... that agonizing throttled had given way to a vivid searing pain in her neck ... His hands had released her ... she knew that another few seconds and she might have been no more ... the man was a beast ... a vile untamed beast when he was screwing with a woman ... she must get away from him ... she must ... she must ... he heavy fall of his body on her back forced all the breath from her lungs.
She felt his feeling down between their bodies, his hands groping at her asscheeks ... she felt him lift himself off her for a moment and pull her cheeks grotesquely wide apart ... she felt the hot head of his cock probing along the crevice of her ass ... there her found the anus ... she screamed as he forced his weight down on her again ... and he was driving that immense prick up into her rectum ... never had she known such pain ... she wished almost that he was throttling her again, causing her to lose her senses, letting her get release from this burning searing agony in unconsciousness.
His penis was so stiff and strong she knew that he could not have had his orgasm when he was in her cunt. For some reason he had held back, he wanted to come in her like this. Why, oh why, had she been so foolish as to let this man into her home? He had seemed so upset, she had felt so sorry for him ... he had been so controlled as when he started to excite her....he had made himself necessary to her, she had been made to want him to have her ... made her actually desire to give herself to him ... now she was being made to pay in full and pay dearly for her weakness.
He had his long tremendous dick fully inserted into her asshole now ... he was jogging up and down on her fleshy ass, using her cheeks as a springy cushion on which to bounce his loins and use them to get more leverage and force behind his great shaft of throbbing prick. Hugo looked down at her helpless body. The bruised redness on her neck reminded him of his stark brutality to her ... he felt his cock-juice on the boil again ... he fingers itched ... he wanted to get his hands to her throat ... this time she would not recover to gloat at him if he did not get the release of his spunk into her body. He was about to lean forward and get his fingers around that slim white bruised neck when he felt and saw the slow but decided movement of her ass. The voluptuous cheeks of her lovely as were slowly rotating ... unlike his wife who had actually died with his cock in her rectum, this young wife was responding to this brutal impalement. Unlike the stupid young housekeeper who had forced him to strangle her as he tried this perversion on her, this young wife was showing signs of unmistakable pleasure at his gross action.
Certainly Linda Rangeman never knew it, but her lewd and unnatural response to the brutal frigging or her bottom certainly saved her very life. Instead of gripping her throat the large strong hands of Hugo Henkle gripped her naked shoulders ... his joy knew no bounds as he felt the warm slithery asshole gripping every vital sensitive fraction of his aching cock. This bitch was going to help him come. She was writhing her ass at him, urging him with every sexual writhe and wriggle of her beautiful backside to throw his sperm up into her anus.
He looked down at the puckered stretched collar of her bruised asshole that had gripped his cock. That tight hole was precious ... this writhing sobbing young woman was precious ... I he must not harm her ... he must spunk into her ... he must not hurt her ... he must fuck her ass ... make her happy ... make her come again ... he began to gasp ... to puff and groan ... she was moving her asscheeks in ever increasingly horny movements ... small circles of action became wider and more strenuous writhings ... her body was taking possession of her very senses ... in her inner self she wanted to give this man-animal his satisfaction ... to prove to him that despite his hurtful cruelty she could still give him the supreme thrilling enjoyment with her body.
She could still feel pain, a lot of pain, and yet she was actually getting perverse pleasure, a lot of pleasure in fact ... she wanted him to fuck her like this ... to get his final pleasure in her rectum ... to make her come with his thick fingers which he was now delving into her wet hot cunt-hole. She tried to push her arms round her back, to get her hands to the sides of his rooting moving body. She had already had two very intense orgasms since this man first assaulted her body, yet she desired with all her craving for a third release of her cunt-juice. "Yes ... yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me like that...." she cried to him as she urged him on to be even more brutal and harsh with her asshole ... it felt like a gigantic arm of hot flesh and bone in her rectum and belly and yet she enjoyed it in a strange masochistic fashion. He was like a wild beast on her back. His hands hurt her shoulders as he gripped her so tightly and held her while he frigged brutally at her hapless asshole.
He was mouthing obscene words at her. Cunt ... fuck ... balls ... spunk ... she took up the obscene chant with him. The room filled with their slap ... slap of body against body, with filthy words and phrases and the heavy panting and horny exhortations of a man and a woman crazed with lust. He felt his sperm begin to rise ... now it was to the base of his cock where it had been, and remained, when he had been fucking her in the normal way ... now was the test ... this was the crucial moment ... if his hot heavy semen began to flow up his shaft he would love and cherish this woman more than anything or anyone he had ever known ... if again he failed he would hate her ... hate her as he had hated his wife when he failed to climax ... hate her as he had hated that pretty housekeeper ... hate ... hate ... hate ... he would finish this one just as he finished the others ... unless ... unless ... her neat ass was rotating, she jerked back and forth under him ... she was not jerking and writhing to save her life but to get the maximum pleasure from the pain that was being forced upon her....
Had she known it was her very life that depended on her making this brute shoot in her rectum she could not have been more hornily responsive or obscenely crude in her choice of actions or words ... she craved for her own secreting cunt-juice again ... she felt she would never have a climax so wonderful as the one she was about to experience as two rough hands frigged and masturbated her fleshy cunt and his pole of hard relentless cock jammed to and fro up her rectum.
Hugo Henkle felt the sperm pushing against the barrier that held it back ... he knew that he was losing ... this woman was not going to compel him to ejaculate into her bowels ... he was going to fail again ... he was going to have to make her number three victim for his perverted frustration. He moved his hands up from her sex ... his fingers tightened on her throat. He leaned forward so that he could inhale the odor of her cunt on his fingers as he slowly increased the pressure on her white bruised neck ... it was not Linda who was lost in the darknes but the brute on her back....
A blow on the back of his neck from an expert in Karate was enough to stun the big man into a paralyzed tenseness. Neither of them had heard the front door open or the approaching running footsteps of Dennis Rangeman. It was fortunate that Dennis was an expert in the blow at the back of the neck which he used on the man strangling Linda, and so caused the killing grip on her throat to be relaxed. The sudden shock of the Mow had another and unexpected reaction ... the torso of the tense taut man was unmoving ... but inside Linda's rectum the massive shaft of his cock was far from still. With massive throbs the huge dick was pumping out its hot load of cock-juice. Never had she known anything like it ... white hot sperm seeped through every pore in her being ... she had not seen or heard her husband ... she was capable only of knowing what was happening in her innards ... her own orgasm was violent and lasting....
"Darling ... darling ... Hugo ... fuck me ... fuck me ... never leave me darling ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... Huuugo darling...." Dennis Rangeman listened to the wild mad ranting of his delirious wife ... with another fierce blow to the back of the man's neck to make sure he did not recover too quickly, Dennis was at the phone. First the police and then the hospital ... before either policemen or doctors arrived he wanted to get his wife uncoupled from the madman on her back. With so huge a cock still only partly down it was no easy matter. All the while he struggled to free his wife from the huge dong up her ass she was continually crying out her need for more fuckings, it was only when she went on and on that Dennis began at last to fear that his wife had gone out of her mind.
He was glad that the ambulance came before the police. By the time the two police officers had arrived the doctor had managed to remove the cock of the beastly man from Linda. The doctor had also given her an injection to put her into a slumber and so cause no more shocked embarrassment from her sexual cries and pleadings. As he watched the police take away the mysteryman, Hugo Henkle, and he followed the stretcher carrying his wife into the ambulance, Dennis Rangeman wondered just what would have happened to her if he had not decided to call back home and tell Linda that he had had second thoughts about her suggestion to invite "lonely, sad, old Hugo Henkle" to a swapping party ... it looked now as if old Hugo would not be swapping anything or anyone for a very long time.
The dictor had reassured Dennis that in his opinion Linda would soon recover from her experience. It was more than possible she would suffer no ill effects from her assault once she got over the bruising on her throat and soreness caused by that hugh cock of Hugo's in her rectum ... Dennis was not so sure....
From what he heard from the lips of his own wife before the doctor had arrived, it seemed to him that the damage done was far worse than that. It seemed to him she would be a fuckfiend forever. Perhaps the doctor would be right, perhaps not. He felt deep in his heart that he could never give her as much dick as that vile, despised Hugo Henkle had given her, and it rankled within him that she would be forever comparing his prick performance with that of the filthy old convict who had raped her.
He comforted himself that they still had their sex swapping activities. No doubt, Dennis thought, with the help of the other husbands in their circle, however, horny and sexy Linda might be when she came out of the hospital, they would surely be able to satisfy her between them ... and satisfy her without the cruel and lustful perversions to which she had been submitted by Hugo Henkle.
Maybe Dennis Rangeman was too optimistic. Only time would tell. It might be that Linda Rangeman would want more strange prick than even the swapping circle could give her. It might be that the innocent young housewife who had needed to be coaxed and wheedled and finally dragged into sex swapping by Barry and Freda Shane would finally turn out to be so lustful a whore as to quite unsatisfied by their little circle of friends.
PART FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
The dusky-skinned little man waved happily from his car as he drew away from the imposing house on the corner. Iran Dunkley was happy for several reasons. Not the least was the quite attractive woman who waved back at him from the front door. Alice, his wife, was perhaps past the first flush or her youth, she was in fact thirty-five, still a youthful age compared with the fifty-five years of his life; and she was a very attractive woman.
Iran had met her when she had only been twenty-one, it was at the time he was just getting established in this country as a dental surgeon, and his easiness with money coming at a time when her parents had been killed in a car crash had made them at first strange companions and then lovers. The fact that he was colored and she was white was a bar to their marriage for several years, but as his fortunes prospered and he moved to London she followed him, and they eventually married.
That was ten years ago. They now had five children, all away at boarding school. Their health and happiness was another reason for Iran Dunkley's happiness, and yet another reason for Iran Dunkley's happiness was the party he had given last night. They had only recently moved to this large imposing house on the corner. It was always a worrying time when coming to a new neighborhood just how the local people and the nearest neighbors are going to take to an elderly colored man, his younger white wife and their dusky children. At first the tension had been there all right, gradually Mrs. Dunkley had made friends, slowly they had come to be more accepted until he felt he had reached the point when he could throw one of the parties he loved to hold. None of those invited had failed to come along ... it had been a great success ... that had made Iran Dunkley very happy Shortly after seeing her husband off to his dental office, Alice Dunkley was answering the front door to a young woman who had been at the party the previous night. She had invited Joan Davis along for morning coffee and a chat but the main object of the invitation had been to sound out the young woman on her views of husband and wife swapping. The Lavis couple lived very close by and many times since they moved here Iran Dunkley had seen and desired the attractive Mrs. Lavis and Alice Dunkley herself had quite a yearning for the good-looking Billy Lavis. At the party last night Alice had notcied how the young woman had been pleased to accept all Iran's charming flattery, how she had spent quite a lot of the dances with him, how she had shamelessly exhibited her thighs, and a bit more, to him when she sat cross-legged opposite him.
During the coffee the chatter turned to the party. Jean expressed what a good time she ha had. Alice was quick to get in the remark that Iran had been most impressed with Jean, of all the guests she had been his favorite one. Alice was clever enough to guide the conversation from Iran at once to the subject of Jean's marriage.
"How do you get on with your husband now, Jean?" Alice asked. "I hear you have been married a few years now. Does fucking still have all the glamor and satisfaction it should for you both?" Jean was at first taken aback by this turn of conversation towards what should have been a private and intimate subject, but Alice was so charmingly disarming it was hard to take offense at whatever she said.
It was, however, all she could do not to show her shock and embarrassment when Alice went on, "I was thinking last night when I saw you and my Iran getting on so well and I was dancing with your Billy, that as we have been married for enough years to have lost that first glorious bliss that perhaps it might be a good idea to try a little quick fucking mate-swap."
Jean almost dropped the coffee-cup she was holding. Alice smiled and allowed the shock of the suggestion to sink in and lose some of its impact. When this was done she leaned across and patted Jean's hand. "I know my husband is older than us, and he is small and he is colored, but my dear Jean, I can also tell you he is very good as a ... humper!"
Now Joan really was blushing and wishing she had not come to this morning coffee ses sion. Alice was ignoring her companion's embarrassment. "You and my husband were getting on well together last night at the party, weren't you?" she asked.
Jean nodded. That was true, but that was just dancing, drinking, it wa not the same as making a real frigging partner of the man. Nothing definite was settled ... the lewd suggestion was left in the balance but when Jean got back to her own home she went upstairs to the bedroom, kicked her shoes off and stretched out on the bed. She tried to remember word for word what; Mrs. Dunkley had said about the swapping. She wasn't sure how on earth she could bring the subject up with her husband. True, Billy had spent a lot of the time at the party with Alice Dunkley ... but ... that was not swapping for bedroom screwing, was it? She had wondered how an attractive woman like Alice had first been drawn to a man like Iran, she wondered what pleasure the woman could get from sharing a bed and a hump with such a small colored man ... if Alice got her way, the opportunity was going to be given to Jean to find out....
Alice had been right about one thing, Jean's fuck-sessions with her husband were getting boring, a little taken for granted all the time. Several times, especially during the last year, she had been tempted to have an affair. Several men, most of them Billy's friends, had given her the half chance to grasp if she had wanted their pricks. So far she had resisted the temptation, she had been true to Billy ... she began trying to imagine if that colored Iran Dunkley was as good a humper as his wife made out ... If he really was very virile.
She decided to take the chance ... she would bring up the subject of the foursome with Billy when he got home from business tonight. If he was too shocked, if he was angry, well, she would just have to apologize, and try and smooth things over.
* * *
"Did you enjoy the coffee session this morning with Alice Dunkley, dear?" Billy Lavis was having his pre-meal drink with Jean and as usual at this time of the day when he arrived home, they discussed the day's events.
"Oh, yes, dear, very much," she told him. "I get on well with Alice. In fact, she asked us to make up a foursome some time with them." Billy nodded. "You and I and Alice and Iran, you mean?" Billy asked. "Sounds like it might be fun. For his age old Iran is a good sport, isn't he, and I like Alice." Jean knew the time had come to make it clearer what sort of foursome was being planned. "Alice told me she enjoyed the party last night, but only because you were so attentive and nice to her. She likes you, Billy, so I am pleased to hear you say you like her."
"Of course I like her, dear," Billy replied. She is an attractive woman, isn't she, she's a good sport, not a prude like some of our neighbors round here." Jean smiled and patted his hand. "Oh yes, she's not a prude dear," she said. "I'm sure she would like to get to know you better, darling."
"What are you driving at, Jean?" He began to see the way his wife was smiling at him, as if she had some fascinating secret from him. "What have you and Alice been up to?"
"I've been up to nothing, darling," Jean replied. "It was Alice really, she made quite a naughty suggestion this morning, quite put me off my coffee with her, but I got over the shock." He looked up at her. "What shock, come on, don't beat about the bush, darling," Billy urged her.
"She wondered what it would be like to have a ... a mate swapping session, dear," Jean blurted out the last few words and waited for the bombshell to burst. It did. "Damned nervy!" he expoded. "Never heard such a nerve. Surely she doesn't think you are going to have anything to do with that Iran of hers, does she?"
They finished the drink and Jean served the meal. They had it in silence. She saw that Billy was deep in thought. In fact, the young man was imagining what it would be like to be screwing with that attractive woman Alice Dunkley. She was a little older than Jean, but very shapely. Very womanly. He'd quite fancy her, yes he did fancy her ... but not at the expense of having that little colored fellow fuck with Jean. Oh no, that was not the idea at all. Oh no.
The evening passed, relations were more than a little strained. The television provided an outlet and when the programs came to their close they went up to bed. Jean sensed that he was still thinking about the suggestion of that fast woman, still imagining in his mind what the sort of swap she suggested would entail. Jean was glad that her husband was not carrying the cold aloofness that had been her lot since that tale of her coffee session with Alice, into bed with him.
He cuddled up to her running his hands up her legs under the shortie nightie she wore. His hand was soon in her furry twat between her slightly agape legs, he began to pet her, to make her cunt moist and ready to be made love to ... then he was over in between her thighs, he was ready and he hoped she was.
"Make it a nice long one darling," she murmured softly, fearing that the impatience he was showing at this moment would make it hard for him to contain his come-juice long enough to give her satisfaction. She pulled her nightie down from her shoulders so that he could fondle her breasts. She put her arms around his neck, tried to get him to put his mouth to her luscious tits and not be content with just fingering them, but he was not caring about giving her pleasure with his mouth, he wanted one thing ... to get his straining healthy-sized cock up her.
He easily slid into her pussy, he was jerking away like a mad thing at once ... not much of the great stud-qualities about this kind of fucking, she had to think to herself. She tried to pull his loins back from him and did not rotate or move her hips at all, she knew that to give him any added stimulation by her own movements would make him climax at once ... long before she had any fun or gratification. She saw he had his eyes closed and wondered if he was imagining doing this to Alice Dunkley. Alice had beautiful, very large knockers. Billy loved tits and Jean knew he wished she had larger knockers up there. Well, he would never have a woman with larger, more voluptuous breasts than Alice Dunkley's.
In fact, it was the huge tits of Alice that Billy was thinking about as he screwed furiously at his wife. He was trying to imagine how those great globes would look nude and unsupported by a bra ... he was imagining what her cunt would be like, if her bush-hair down at her twat would be as dark as the hair on her head. He felt that age-old urge to know what Alice looked like nude and hot for cock instead of just imagining her. In his mind the idea of that foursome, of that swapping, was taking shape ... it was not as shocking, not as shameless as he had made out it would be ... he was fucking fast between Joan's legs now, she was begging him to wait, to be slower, to take it easy, but it was no use ... he was finishing ... he was flooding her ... and she was nowhere near her own climax.
The only consolation she had were the few words Billy mumbled to her before he turned and went to sleep. "Don't tell Alice I refused this switch and fuck deal point blank," he muttered. "Let me think about it for a few days, honey."
He was asleep. Jean lay and thought of spending a night with Iran Dunkley. He's a good humper, his wife had said ... the way she was feeling now, she could do with a really good screwer, a man who would satisfy her, a man who would make her come when he did, a man who would give her twat the much-needed gratification that was lacking so often when Billy made love to her.
* * *
Iran Dunkley was more thrilled than words could express when he heard that his wife had been broaching the subject of a swap hump-session with the Lavis couple. "They won't agree, I know they won't," he had said time and again, and yet later in the week an excited Jean telephoned Alice to say that she had discussed the whole foursome matter with Billy, and they were going to agree to it.
It was the next week-end that the foursome was arranged. They booked rooms at the Royal Hotel at Hove, Mr. and Mrs. Dunkley being Iran with of course Jean, and Mr. and Mrs. Lavis being Billy with Alice. During the meal when they first arrived at the hotel late Saturday night, the atmosphere was a little uneasy. The two girls were chatty, but Billy was sullen. This was not all that of a surprise to Iran. He was the odd man out, he knew. He could understand Billy wanting to sleep with Alice, but he knew the young man must be uneasy about letting Jean sleep with him. Iran knew Billy must be hating the idea of his wife sleeping with a colored man, even if they were all good friends.
After the meal, they walked through to the hotel bar, it seemed natural for Iran to be with Jean and Billy with Alice. After all, according to the hotel register they were man and wife. Billy and Alice ... Iran and Jean ... they might as well be together in the bar. Jean was aware for the first time of people looking at her when she stood at the bar, the little dark man close to her, his arm around her waist. Also for the first time she began to have doubts and regrets about the arrangements. Alice and Billy were getting along like a house on fire. She was a large woman and a little older than Billy, but they were not a couple who drew the turned head or the backward glances as Jean and squat dark-skinned Iran did. She would have given anything to have called the whole affair off, but it was too late ... She would have liked to have taken her Billy by the arm and called goodnight to the other two ... but they had booked in as husband and wife and already Billy and Alice were calling goodnight to them ... they were going up to their room.
Up in their room, shortly, Jean watched the happy humming little Iran Dunkley pour her another drink. He had brought two glasses and some gin and tonics up with him. He had thought she might need a drink ... he was right. She looked at his scrawny black-skinned hand as he handed her the filled glass. She felt that she would scream if his hands so much as touched her, and yet she knew that things had gone too far now to change her agreement to take part in this foursome swapping charade. Iran slowly sipped his drink, he watched the lovely girl over the rim of the glass ... He was going to have her ... possess her ... she was his until the next day. Until they got into the car to head back to Londan he was her husband ... she was his wife . , .
He tried not to leer too avidly at her as he stood in front of her and slowly unzipped his trousers. He just could not wait to show her what he had for her. She saw his trousers and shorts drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and she saw the front of his shirt being poked outwards by the biggest, thickest penis she had ever imagined. It was like a young tree trunk rearing from a thick forest of jet black bushhair. She watched him lewdly stroking the foreskin back and forth. The prick, and especially the knob, began to grow visibly while she watched. He smiled as he saw how her eyes were transfixed on the hefty cock he toyed with. "Come, my darling Jean," he muttered. "Isn't it time you took off your clothes for your husband?"
She put the glass down on the bedside table, and reached up her back with trembling hands to get the buttons at the neck of her frock undone. She wriggled it off her shoulders, knowing that his dark beady eyes were following her every move. She stepped out of it as it fell to her ankles, she did not look up into Iran's excited face, she knew he must be mentally comparing her with the fuller more mature figure of his wife ... the woman fucking with Billy at this moment in an adjoining bedroom. She slid the narrow shoulder straps of her slip down and shook herself until the slip fell to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Iran was stripping, he was naked now, that thick sinewy cock jutting out from his skinny loins, his dark flesh clinging to his skinny ribs like the depictions of a human from a concentration camp.
Iran was staring down at her silken covered legs. He had enjoyed that leg show she had given him at the party, but this was so much more revealing ... this was seeing the real thing, so to speak ... her legs long and shapely in their sheer nyon hose were enough to make a monk commit rape. Iran stepped to her, embraced her in his skinny arms and got his lips to her mouth. She wanted to turn her head, to avoid the kiss, but she did not. She let him kiss her, felt that thick solid cock pressing up along her belly, the tip of it reaching above the waistband of her panties ... he had his tongue in her mouth, the thin naked colored torso was clinging and pressing against her and she wondered how on earth a woman like Alice could ever have any happiness with this horrid little man or have any self respect left after so many years of marriage to him.
He pressed her back to the bed, she fell across it under the pressure of his body and then he was half standing, half leaning between her thighs, holding the base of that fearsome dong and working it so that the hot head of the shaft massaged along the silky moist crotch piece of her panties. As she lay on the bed she imagined she could hear the sounds of a creaking bed in the next room-Alice and Billy were frigging away already ... Billy as usual had been so impatient, to shove his dick in she thought ... the other couple were more advanced in their fucking than she was with old Iran.
She could feel the extreme heat of his penishead jabbing at her through the moist silky band of her panties. He was beginning to grind at her, to swivel his hips and to make that sturdy hard cock-head massage her cunt through her panties. She was thinking of all the times she had fucked under her husband, all the times he had disappinted her, all the times he had shot his wad and she had not reached her climax....
Iran is a food fucker ... Iran is a good fucker ... the words of Iran's wife Alice drummed in her ears. Iran felt as if he were indeed going to a good fucker ... suddenly Jean lost all her fear of him, lost her stupid prejudice about his color and his age ... she began to work herself up against him, she was grinding her crotch up at his stiff dong. He leaned across her, she reached up her naked arms and slid them around his neck, she lifted her long nylon sheathed legs and crossed them over his buttocks as he lay on her ... oh how she wanted that wet slither of nylon to be drawn aside ... how she craved for her cunt to be exposed and helpless to the plunging huge rammer that battered at her through her panties.
He reached down at last and gripped the wet, mucuous-soaked band of nylon to one side, he drove his rampant dick into the warm wet welcoming folds of her cunt. He had sensed her fear and regret and soon as she had come into the bedroom with him, he was determined to make her have no regrets afterwards ... he was going to show her what ecstatic screwing was really like.
He was so strong she was sure he was going to split her in two. His cock was so large compared with Billy's and yet after her years of marriage and faithfulness to one man she was almost insane with the thoughts of the cunt-gratification this man was going to give her. He was hurting her, he was so much thicker than Billy, and yet she wanted him to hurt her ... she wanted to discover what it is like for a woman to be hurt and punished by a man's prick. If Billy was running true to form it would now be all over in the next room, she felt so sorry for Alice ... a big build up for an exchange of partners and then the quick let down as Billy Lavis came all too quickly for her. It was so different with this man ... skinny and elderly, dark-skinned and certainly not handsome, and yet he was giving Jean what she wanted so badly. This thick cock that lay so deeply in her cunt, the merciless pushing and pulling and the heaving and tossing of the little man on her belly ... she was screwing her cunt up and down his thick hot pecker in a way she never did when her husband made love to her. To do this to Billy would be to invite him to come immediately, she was pulling her knees well back now, wanting to get all of Iran's thick prick into her as far as was humanly possible. Iran gloated above her, he knew he would be able to turn this attractive young woman on once he got her to rid himself of her fears and prejudices. He listened to her lustful moanings as she reamed herself up and down his cock. He hoped her husband in the next room could hear her. There is nothing quite so bizarrely stimulating as hearing your wife enjoying being fucked by another man. It would make Billy want to please Alice all the more.
In the adjoining bedroom, Billy had behaved in his usual way. All too quickly to give Alice any sort of thrilling climax he had finished, but unlike his comparatively innocent and easy going wife, Alice Dunkley was not going to let the young man get away with this sort of let down. She stretched herself out on the bed.
"Come on Billy love," she coaxed him. "Your night's work has not begun yet. Come on darling." He watched her open her thighs wide, his gaze riveted on the thick dark tufts of bushhair that formed her lush twat, the hair was wet and glistened with the overflow of his own cockjuice. She slid her naked arm around his shoulders and pulled him down so that his face lay on her belly. "Kiss my tummy darling," she murmured. "You let me down with that cock of yours inside me, now show me you know how to kiss a woman's navel, darling."
He pressed his pursed lips into the deep dent of her large navel. He kissed her there but was unable to give her the sort of kiss she wanted. "Uuse your tongue, Billy dear," she urged him. "Lick your tongue around my navel darling. That's better, lick nicely, use long strokes ... that's better, darling." It surprised him how deeply he seemed able to sink his tongue into "Now put your face a little lower, darling," she the knurled pursed folds of her belly-button, went on. "Let me feel my hair on your lips." He slowly moved his face away from the wet saliva filled navel and put his cheeks against her thick pubic bush. He kept his face turned sideways so that only his cheek touched her bush-hair, his mouth was well away from the wispy wiry strands.
"What's the matter, love" she asked him. "So you don't like eating cunt then?" He raised his face to look up into her smiling features. "I ... I ... don't think I want to," he stammered. She bent forward to pat his face. "Now don't be a silly boy," she murmured. "It's not natural for a young man like you not to want to taste cunt. I bet that old swine of a husband of mine will know what flavor your wife's cunt is before the morning, darling! Come on, try me ... see if you like the taste of my pussy, darling."
Billy turned his face towards the thickly-haired dark twat between Alice Dunkley's thighs. "Use your hands to drag the hair aside," she told him. "Iran always tells me I've got more hair around my cunt-hole than any woman he had ever known, and he's known a few, I can tell you."
As Billy parted her curly bush-hair, he saw the thick-lipped vagina wet and glistening close to his face. He pushed his face to those thick, wet fleshy lips, he choked at the first heady tinge of her cunt-odor and moisture. He found himself kissing her cuntlips as if they had been the lips of her face. He felt excited and lightheaded, he felt he wanted to vomit and his stomach was churning a bit and yet he was enjoying the experience of cuntlapping between the legs of this mature woman. He was surprised at the size of her swollen clitoris, it was like a stem that he could take in his lips and suck on. He was sure that his own wife Jean didn't have such a large clitoris even when it was really fully aroused and expanded. He may have let down Alice Dunkley when he had his prick in her but he was giving her a great deal of pleasure now with his mouth and lapping tongue. The woman was rubbing her drooling twat all over his mouth until he was sure he would drown in the wet slippery goo that seemed to be coming from deep inside that pit in an endless flow....
She was feeling down his front, his penis was thick and stiffly ready for action again. He was sorry when she dragged him up from her belly and made him thrust his cock into the wet "mouth" that he had been kissing and licking. This time he was much slower to reach his peak. The first plentiful spend had made his balls dry and it was taking time to 'manufacture' his semen again. Twice he made a happy Alice Dunkley before he spurted into her for a second time.
As he drowsed happily beside her he felt relaxed and strangely satisfied. It was a bizarre feeling to have his limp cock trailing over the large belly of this older woman with the taste of her lush cunt still on his lips and tongue and at the same time to know that in the very next bedroom his wife, Jean, was in bed with the little colored man, the husband of the woman he was frigging with. Billy wondered if his wife had had an equally satisfying experience with Iran as he had had with Iran's wife???
CHAPTER TWO
Perhaps without this licentious exchange of partners with the Dunkleys, Jean Lavis would not have been an easy and willing pick-up to a certain elderly man who lived close by and who had eyed her with a lustful desire for some considerable time. She had noticed him following her whenever she went shopping. It had been easy for him to get into conversation with her, after several occasions he had raised his hat to her and said "good-day". It was after he had met her "by chance" of course having a morning coffee and joined her at her table that she had been induced to return with him to his flat on the promise that certainly no harm would come to her, and he would appreciate her advice on the re-furnishing of his room and her womanly advice on curtaining and flooring coloring.
She had not been in his room more than five minutes when she realized how foolish she had been. Several times while they had discussed the new color scheme for his lounge he had tried to embrace her. Gradually his efforts which seemed to be never ending wore down her resistance. This time there was a different gleam in his eyes as he approached her.
He reached out and pulled her over to him. His hot hands ran down her sides, over her broad hips and around the curves to fondle her lovely asscheeks. Then his control and patience began to run out. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her with sheer strength down to her knees in front of him. She knew what he expected her to do ... his unusually thick cock cleaved out from his belly, it was in a direct line with her face.
He saw there was a strained grimace on her face. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at such close range at his fearful weapon of hump. He gripped the base of the thick dong and eased the knob just under her nostrils, closer to her lips. "I used to say to my dear wife that she was saying her prayers when I made her kneel in front of me like this," he chuckled. "Do you go down to your own dear hubby very often, Jean my dear?" he added as he slowly rubbed the crown of the thick cock around the edges of her mouth.
She did not answer in words. She shook her head to indicate that she never went down to her husband or she did not do so very often. She was afraid to open her mouth even to speak ... she knew what he would do with that great stickyended cock. "Come on, I didn't bring you home with me Jean to play Sunday School games," he said. "Come on, open your mouth."
As he kept a grip on her hair with both his hands, perking her face, he tried to ram his prickknob hard against the wet lipstick covered softness of her lips. She tried to keep her mouth closed, he gripped her tighter by the hair and pushed harder with his prick against the closed lips. At last, for want of breath, she had to gulp, he pushed the swollen end of his prick quickly into her slightly agape mouth. Jean felt her lips being stretched to contain the oversized head of his thick cock. She began to nibble at it, she feared he would choke her with it if she continued to try and avoid the ultimate humiliation.
He looked down at her. For over two weeks he had been shadowing her when she went shopping, trying to get into conversation with her, trying to get to know her well enough to suggest this visit to his flat. Now he was watching her wet lips move over his cock. He knew that like most of the women he had managed to induce to come back to his flat with him, once she got over the initial shock and the shame of the act she was finding the cock-sucking far farm the fearful, unpleasant act she had thought it would be.
He saw her mouth hollowing around his thick stem. He wished her husband could see her now. "That's right, Jean," he mumbled. "Suck it harder, dear, put some skin around it, show me that you are pleased you came back here with me." Jean ran her tongue along the smooth hot cone of the prick-head filling her mouth. She began to feel the urge to try and please this beastly man, to show that he was missing something by not being her husband, to show him what pleasure she could give a man if she wanted to. Her lips and tongue pressed moistly around the shaft, she was surprised just how much of the shaft she could get in her mouth at one time. He was not gripping her hair now, he was stroking her head, running his fingers through the tangled strands. "Oaaammmm, that's good ... very good Jean," he muttered slowly. "I knew you'd be a good cock-sucker as soon as I saw you."
His fingers strayed down the side of her puffing face then he toyed with her ears, making her tremble even from the way he jerked on her lobes as if he was milking them. She picked up a strange tempo, an urgent sucking tempo with her mouth on his cock in time with the way he pulled and rubbed on her ear-lobes. She felt like a suckling calf with a cow. She had been a fool to agree to come along with this man, and yet now she was here, here in the safety and privacy of his flat she was actually finding a lustful enjoyment out of her opportunity to act in this wanton abandoned fashion.
The smooth hard wet substance of his cock filled her mouth, and without hurting her or causing her to choke her was constantly trying all the time to get more and more of it inside her sucking lips. She could actually feel the smooth hot blunt end, now and again rubbing at the back of her throat. He had told her to keep plenty of saliva in her mouth and this she was trying to do. It was a bizarre situation. This man, although she had seen him many times during the last week or so, had never spoken to her until today, and yet here she was in his flat with his monstrous cock in her mouth ... and she was enjoying the sensual experience.
He kept trying to arch his loins at her when he thrust his cock forward in her mouth so that his heavy and large ball-sac swayed and flopped against her chin. They felt like golf balls hitting her chin, she had never known a man could have such large and solid balls ... she thrilled at the thought of what was making them heavy ... his lust for her ... She managed to peer up into his face as he looked down on her. She saw the expression was one of sheer pleasure and contentment. It thrilled her and gave her some weird satisfaction to know that she was wholly responsible for his feelings. She began to wonder if he was enjoying this sucking so much that he intended to finish in her mouth this way ... if he was going to make her taste his spend ... if he was going to make her mouth shoot his load in it.
She closed her eyes, she could not make up her mind if she wanted to let him come in her mouth or if it would be too repulsive and horrid. She would not have taken his prick in her mouth if he had not forced her, now she was enjoying it ... perhaps the same rule would apply with the real suck-off???
She felt him arching more towards her face as though he really was intent on finishing this way. He moved his hands down the sides of her face, his palms pressed her cheeks inwards so that her mouth was tighter around the thrusting rod of hot cock. Wild emotions of shame and excitement went through her as sehe felt this thick prick being wedged so hard between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She heard him begin to grunt like a pig every time he rammed his prick hard to her face ... he would soon be coming ... she was sure of it ... she tried to wriggle back away from his loins, his hands held her face so tightly his fingers hurt her and then suddenly a hot sticky flow of sperm hit the back of her throat ... she was not going to be able to get her mouth off his cock ... his hands held her even more tightly, her cheeks crimson with the pressure of his hands and her efforts to drag her mouth off his spurting penis.
Not until he had completely finished did he release that cruel grip on her face, not until he was spent and limp did he let fall her body back on her asscheeks, then he gripped her chin in his finger and thumb and made her tilt her face up to him so that he could see her smeared lipsticked lips, the wet lips and chin all covered in his creamy cock-juice. He laughed at her choking efforts to cough up the thick hot-tasting spunk he had ejaculated down her throat. She was getting some of the sperm up but he knew that she must have been forced to swallow quite a lot.
His free hand stroked her hair, his voice was kindly as he murmured, "That was good my dear, very good. You have a nice mouth for this sort of sucking, but you must learn to swallow more. It makes a man feel good to see his woman taking all the juice down her throat. It didn't taste so bad after all, did it? You get used to it after a few times, some women love swallowing it all when they have done it a few times. I bet you will be the same." As soon as he let go of her chin she got to her feet. He was sorry but not surprised when she grabbed her clothes and showed that she intended to leave his flat right away. He watched her go. She did not say a word, but he hoped that she would allow him to pick her up again for another lesson in cock sucking. Women are funny that way. She had been disgusted at what she had done, there was no doubt of that, and yet she knew what she had been about; and he knew that she might want a similar "disgusting" episode when she got over the initial shock of what she had done. Next time he would give her what she wanted right up between her lovely thighs ... he smiled to himself, he wondered how she would feel when she kissed her husband goodnight and she remembered what she had used her lips for earlier in the day ...
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"We've had an invitation to Jill's wedding dear." Jean folded the letter she had been reading and handed it across the table to her husband. "I don't suppose you want to go, dear, or that you have time anyway. It's next Saturday."
Billy did not take the letter. He was not interested in the weddings, funerals or other reasons for the get-togethers of his wife's relations. On this coming Saturday he certainly did not want to spend the time going down to some remote country place where one of the many distant relations had a daughter getting married. With several golf matches he wanted to arrange and get organized at the club, Saturdays and Sundays were his busy days. "I expect John will be going, can't you go with him?" he asked.
John was one of the bores of the century. Married to Jean's sister, he was a burly brusque North Country man, a lot older than his wife and much older than Jean as well. She didn't relish the car ride down with him and her sister but if this was the only way she was going to get to the wedding then Jean would have to put up with it. A telephone call to John and the arrangements were soon made. Her brother-in-law would call for her at ten Saturday morning. This gave them plenty of time to drive to the country church and be there for the wedding at two thirty.
Saturday dawned a fine day. Billy had already left for the golf club before the relations were due to arrive to pick Jean up, therefore he didn't know that instead of John and his wife calling for Jean, it was the burly brother-in-law on his own who came round. Jean's sister had been sick during the night, she did have these occasional attacks of tummy trouble, and this morning she felt wretched. John did not seem in the least disturbed by his wife's illness, and in fact appeared delighted at the opportunity of accompanying Jean on her own to the wedding.
The wedding, the reception, the departure of the bride and groom, all went according to plan. The drink flowed, the reception went on long after the happy couple had departed, and it was near midnight before John and his sister-in-law Jean set out for the drive back. At first she had been maybe a little worried that all the drinks would effect his driving, but by the time they had gone ten miles it was not John's condition that caused concern, it was the ever-increasingly density of fog and mist that was descending all around them and before another couple of miles had been driven it was impossible to see the front of the car from the driving seat.
"It's no use, Jean, we can't drive any further, I shall have to pull in to the side here," John slowly guided the car well to the side of the road. "It doesn't look as if it will lift tonight," he went on. "Perhaps we had better try and get some sleep on the back seat."
"How about that inn we passed not so far back? I saw they still had lights on, we could try and see if they could put us up for the night and I could tell Billy I was alright over the phone" Jean was already opening the car door. John got out and helped her to the road. The short walk back to the Inn did not take long. A very understanding old fellow came to the door in answer to their knocking. "Oh yes, I can put you up," he rubbed his hands together as if this fog was a heaven sent opportunity for him to charge top prices for the small bedroom at his old battered Inn. "I have a nice room, the best bedroom in the place for you and your wife, sir." He started to move up the stairs after locking the front door behind them. Jean was about to say that this was not her husband, they wanted two rooms, not a double room, when John squeezed her arm slightly. She looked at him, she knew what his silent pleading meant ... the bedroom ... it was small but comfortable. For a double size the bed seemed narrow but it would have to do.
"Can I use your telephone?" she asked the innkeeper. He nodded and asked her to follow him. He nodded to John, whom they left to prepare for bed, and when she came back after phoning Billy to say what had happened, making sure she emphasized that they had single separate rooms at the Inn, she came back to the small double room and saw that the burly John was already in bed. His huge arms and hands that showed outside the bedclothes gave her some inkling of what the rest of his gross fat body would be like naked beneath the bedsheets.
An eager and excited John watched his attractive sister-in-law preparing to join him in the narrow bed. She had slipped her dress off easily and stood near the old wooden dressing table in her black bra and panties. Her tapering fingers were busy unhooking a gleaming girdle. When each narrow strap of the girdle hung loose she carefully opened the zip and pulled the girdle slowly from under her panties. He watched her toss the girdle on to the back of the chair. This was more exciting and tantalising than watching his own wife getting undressed, this was watching someone new, and a woman he had long had his heart set on fucking, one way or another.
She was reaching up to get her bra undone and in a few moments she was letting his avid staring eyes feast on her ample luscious titties. The way he was taring at her both excited her and made her a little fearful of what the night might hold for her. She saw that he had his hands under the bedclothes now, from the way the sheets were jerking about it needed no second sight to know he was playing with his cock while he watched her getting undressed.
She playfully went across and turned off the light swtich before she rolled her nylons right down and then pushed her panties to the floor. She had no night clothes of course. They had not planned to be spending the night together, she had expected to be home long before this ... As she climbed into the narrow bed, rough hands grabbed at her, she felt the hairy nakedness of his hefty torso against her own flesh, his hand slid between her thighs, the tips of his fingers finding the gash of her moist cunt as if drawn to her by magic cords. She become very wet down there right away, until this moment she had not admitted to herself that she wanted a man so badly, a man who would satisfy her like Iran Dunkley had done, not a man who left her high and dry and unsatisfied so often as her husband did.
Shivers ran throught her body as the rough hand of her brother-in-law began to frig her cunt, she had the urge to twist and turn, to stretch and curl into a tight ball of flesh. She reached out, her hands made contact with the sturdy, very fat and hairy chest and waist of her sister's husband. She remembered that wedding as well. At the time they had thought this man John was not the type for the sensitive and younger Joan, but for some years they had seemingly lived happily together ... now Jean yas to find out just what sort of hump-life her sister had been enjoying for these past few years.
She reached down to grop for his dick, her warm fingers encountered his very large and heavy scrotum. It was a pouch of winkled flesh that seemed about twice the size of Billy's ball bag, her other hand stroked and held a stiff throbby monster cock that seemed alive and anxious to devour her between her hot cuntlips in a way that nature had intended. The cock was so hard and swollen to her touch-she wondered when her sister had last had it up her twat?
She shifted the position of her hands so that she could grip his hips. In his clothes he always looked such a huge out-of-proportion sort of man, now in this naked state he felt just as huge but his strength and size thrilled her. She moved her hands up from his very wide apart hips to his hairy chest and again sideways to feel under his armpits. The growth of hair was thick there, damp slightly from his perspiration at his aroused excitement. He was the largest, heaviest man she had ever laid so close to, she became impatient, agitated, she tried to swivel his great bulk over on top of her whilst she maneuvered her slim body more beneath him. Neither had spoken a word since she had put out the light, finished undressing, and climbed back into his bed. His heavy breathing was silenced for the moment as he pressed his hot mouth to hers. When the kiss ended and they lay panting more heavily in one another's arms, Jean managed to murmur, "You feel as if you need a woman, John, it feels so hard and so ... ooooOOOOOHHHHHHOOOO!!!" Her sentence broke off, that huge shaft of cock to which she was referring was digging at her between her thighs, her wet cunt was being stroked by the thick throbber as the old bedstead shook and creaked under the fierce thrustings of his prick at her twat.
He had his hands gripping her bare shoulders as he pushed her hard to the bed, she wished she could have seen his face, but the room was in darkness, he was shoving into her pussy with strong, merciless strokes, his size and strength making her delirious with sensualness.
"Ohaaa ... John" she moaned. "Your so big ... it hurts ... it's hurting me but I love it! Does Joan tell you it stretches her twat when you do it like this to her?"
They were gripping each others asscheeks as the gyrated at each others loins, their mutual cunt and prick singled and joined as one. He was in no mood to talk at all, least of all about his wife Joan, and yet Jean on the other hand seemed to derive great satisfaction from mentioning her sister and trying to compare what pleasure this beefy man got with his own wife compared to what he was getting now.
The climax was almost brought about at the same time in the male as the female. Jean had a prolonged orgasm while her brother-in-law filled her with his hot spermy come ... she was thankful with every feeling in her body for that fog that had caused them to hole up in this inn ... she was thankful that she had not insisted on single rooms ... she was thankful ... for this unusual lovely fuck and the limp wet cock she was now lovingly cradling in her palms.
Billy put down the phone. It was quite foggy up here, he had been looking out of the window several times during the last hour and hoped that Jean would soon arrive. Now he was able to go to bed at last. She had phoned. They were staying at some inn for the night, she had said. John had managed to park near a place where they had rooms and so they would not be continuing the dangerous journey in the fog. Billy had undressed and was about to get into bed when the phone rang again. Who could that be at this time of night? It might be Jean again, saying the fog had lifted and they were homeward bound after all, but there was no need to phone to tell him that. "Hello, that you, Jean?" He was startled by a male voice. It was a voice he did not recognise.
"They 'aven't got single rooms matie," the voice said intimately as if afraid it would be overheard at the place from which it spoke. "Who is that? What do you mean?" Billy was uneasy.
"They made out as they was 'usband and wife matie, but I knew different ... soon as I saw 'em ... they wasn't married, I ses ... not to each other that is. I gave 'em the best double room I 'ad. The one with the small bed." Billy heard the man chuckle. It was beginning to make sense now. He was talking about Jean and brother-in-law John.
"Why are you ringing and telling me this?" he asked, trying to keep the anger and curiosity out of his voice.
"I saw what number she rang I did" the voice went on. "I listened to what she said an' all. I knew you must be 'er 'usband. I likes a bit of gossip and scandal. I do ... had to give yer a ring and tell yer ... yer missus is sleeping with this 'ere fellow. Big chap 'ee is ... Bet 'eees got a cock like a 'orse."
Billy felt his prick throbbing and getting agitated at the thought of Jean in bed with burly John. Perhaps before that swapping night with the Dunkleys he might have been on his way down to this inn to break up this little fuck interlude but he saw things in a somewhat different light now. He quite enjoyed the sensation he experienced on listening to this complete stranger telling him Jean was in bed screwing with another man.
"Are you sure they are sleeping together?" he asked by way of getting the man to talk more about the union of Jean and her brother-in-law. The man snorted. "Cos I'm sure ... ain't I the one that gave 'em the room meself ... didn't I see 'em go in. They ain't but one bed in the room ... they must be in it now. I bet while you and us is speaking together your wife in having a big dick shoved up her cunny."
Billy heard the sex-crank chuckling and then the phone was dead. The innkeeper had hung up, perhaps he had heard some one approaching and had got afraid his telltale stupidity would be found out. Billy put the phone down. His cock was as erect as could be. He smiled ruefully to himself. So Jean was having her big brother-in-law fuck her at last. He knew John had desired to frig Jean for ages. He reckoned that even on that wedding night when John had married Joan he had wished he had been spending the honeymoon with Jean instead. Well, he was having a short sort of honeymoon with her now ... Only one night, it was true. Billy wondered how many times he would ram it up her cunt during that night. Perhaps Jean would help him with her mouth. Often she tried that when he had failed to satisfy her and had come too fast. She would try and make him horny and ready again first with her fingers and if this failed, as it usually did, then her sweet lips would suck and suck his cock until it had to erect and give her a long fucking again.
Jean was not sure what the time was. It was so dark in the bedroom. She wanted to go to the toilet, she carefully got out of bed without waking the snoring John, her footsteps to the door were silent. She opened the door, and peered up the landing. It was partly lit from a single bulb that was still alight down in the hallway below. All was quiet. She was naked and did not bother to put anything on. The toilet was only a few paces down the passage. No one was about. Quickly and silently she tripped along the few yards to the toilet; when she was about to close the door to complete her privacy she was startled by the sudden appearance of the innkeeper.
Goodness knows where he had sprung from, he must have been hiding somewhere watching her bedroom door. Now he was in the confined space of the toilet with her, closing the door and slipping the lock across, her startled attempt to cry out was stifled by his lips on her mouth, his hand groped between her naked thighs, his other hand was gripping her bare asscheeks.
She found herself writhing against him, he had his fly already gaping open, his fairly large prick was aroused, erect and rubbing against her bare belly, then in that small cramped space he was turning her round so that she had her ass to him, she knew she could call out ... she could scream now ... but she remained silent. He was taking her hands, making her place them down on the toilet seat so that she was bending forward.
The old inn-keeper was like some ruttish beast, panting behind her, stroking her lovely fleshy area of ass, bending his face down to kiss her asscheeks, his hand groping to pull her voluptuous asscheeks aside and get his mouth to the actual crinkled orifice of her asshole itself. He held one palm over her vagina. He began to make strange sounds with his lips like a mother would do with a baby encouraging it to make water. She began to understand ... this old fellow, this dirty minded old devil, wanted her to piss on his hands.
That was what she had left the warmth of her bed for, to come to the toilet to pass her urine ... it was no great effort to pass it now. She realized she was not over the toilet, she would flow on the floor, but the old fellow did not seem to care about this. PISSSSSSS ... the warm flow steadily increased from the first dribble to the floor. She saw him getting down on his haunches, getting his face well under her spread thighs. By the time she had finished there was a pool of her water on the toilet mat, the old man's hands and face were saturated and to her astonishment she had noticed him trying to gulp down some of the golden fluid pea into his throat as he kept his open mouth under her cunt.
She trembled with a strange new feeling when she felt him prodding his very wet finger into her asshole. He jerked it about a few times and then bent along her back and got his wet face close to hers. She could smell her own pee as he kissed and licked her cheeks and chin, she turned her face away from him, she didn't want to have the flavour of her own piss in her mouth. His next words both thrilled her and horrified her more than the prospect of tasting her own water. "Let me frig you in the ass darlin'" he was begging her. "You let that big fella 'ave yer cunt darling ... let me 'ave yer asshole. Yer 'usband won't know about the man yer had fuck yer in bed will 'ee. So 'ee won't know about me will 'ee. Come on lovie, let me 'ave yer ass."
So he knew it wasn't her husband in that bedroom. She guessed this old inn-keeper had suspected as much, he must have listened in to her phone call to Billy ... now the old devil wanted his fun with her ... the prospect did not fill her with the shame and horror she had expected, he was giving her a weird thrill the way he was reaming her rectum out with his finger crooked up into her asshole.
He had slowly pulled his finger from the tight sheath of her asshole the way he was gripping her flesh and pulling the cheeks apart as he levered himself on to her bent back she knew he was getting ready to give her more than a finger. She felt the knob of his cock wedging itself into the tight crinkled opening of her hole ... it took him some minutes to insinuate inch after inch of his cock up into her tight passage.
She tried not to cry out, she wriggled and heaved back at him to try and help him in his assaut on her ass and at last she felt his body flat against her back and she knew she had his whole cock in her ... he had his arms about her waist, pulling her up back at him, making her straighten up so that his cock was even more firmly in her rectal entrance and wedged up there in the tight passage in a more obscene angle. As she straightened up it was like having this horrid little old man glued to her body at her ass, and he had to stand on tip-toe to get any sort of power up and leverage in his movements that were designed to give her a good buggery.
by the time she returned silently to the bedroom and climbed in beside the huge snoring bulk, she was sore and aching. She had a pool of hot sperm up her asshole as well as the plentiful result of the two fuckings her brother-in-law had given her in her cunt before he fell into the satisfied deep slumber which he now enjoyed.
It had been some night ...! Jean lay aching and yet happy in her satisfied contentment, she wondered if the new bride whose wedding they had attended was having anything near as much fucking on her first night as she was having in this double hump-session at the fog-bound inn?
Billy lay awake for a long time that night, slowly and sensually masturbating himself with a pair of Jean's panties wrapped around his rigid dick, a pair of her nylon stockings across his mouth and nostrils as he enjoyed the secret thrill of imagining her with the hefty John. He would have been able to derive even greater satisfaction and gratification from his mental pictures if he had been able to imagine the sexy spectacle of the young wife being buggered by the old innkeeper after she had pissed over his face and hands in the toilet ... but that was a bizarre situation the loving husband did not know anything about. The inn-keeper was unlikely to make another telephone call and inform the absent husband that he too had performed a special kind of screwing with his pretty wife.
Sufficient for Billy to know that Jean was having "it" good and strong with the bulky brother-in-law ... that was enough erotic stimulation, together with the panties and stockings, to bring Billy to a peak of masturbation orgasm three times before he dropped into a deep exhausted sleep. Jean had been satiated with two pricks, her husband had to be content with her panties and nylons and an energetic cock-jerking ... but in their own ways they both attained the bliss that they sought and craved for.
Certainly Jean had no regrets when she was driven home the next morning and her brother-in-law left her at the end of the street, declining to come to the house for a morning cup of coffee with her and Billy. Not that John thought that ' his brother-in-law could possibly know that Jean had fucked with him the previous night, ... but leave well enough alone ... something might be said, some word might pass to give him away. No, John was better off making his way home to his own wife, to see if she had recovered from her sickness ... to see if she wanted to spend Sunday afternoon fucking on the bed with him.
After that taste of frigging with his attractive sister-in-law, John was anxious and horny for a woman again ... it would have to be his own wife this time.
