The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the Establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Laura Shea, a middle-aged widow, is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Brought up in a puritanical environment, she nonetheless shelters a perversity that she refuses to recognize, a lustful craving that haunts her and eventually forces her to act.
WIDE-OPEN WIDOW-the story of one woman haunted by passions seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Laura shifted slightly in the bed, her tits jerking as the half-daze of approaching sleep crept over her. Jim was snuggled up against her back, one hand over her hip. She was vaguely aware of hearing the living room clock strike the hour of one in the morning. Blurred shapes flitted across her mind, recurring patterns, as if she were standing too close to a madly spinning carousel. Then they began to slow down, still blurred, but slower, fainter, gradually fading away from her.
The pressure on her hip changed. She felt Jim's fingertips slowly glide over her nylon-covered belly. His middle finger came to rest at the junction of her thighs and began to massage her clit through the slippery material of her gown. The pressing finger moved in a small circle. Sleep retreated as her body responded to its touch. That familiar warm feeling began to spread from that little nub of flesh that was hardening under the attention it was receiving. Sleep faded farther away as the glow moved up her body. It felt so good, easy and slow.
Wanting more, she rolled onto her back, pressing her side against the front of Jim's body. She felt his prick grind against her hip. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around the semihard cock as it stuck out from his pajamas. She felt, more than heard, his approving sigh at her ear. Automatically, her fingers began to milk the quickly stiffening length of his cock as she tried to concentrate on the vibrations that were still slowly building between her legs.
She opened her legs a little, hoping he wouldn't stop. The hand changed position, the finger slipping inside her moist cunt while the palm maintained the pressure on her clit. His hand cupped her, gently rocking, finger going in and out. The glow became warmer, almost to the hot stage. Soon now, she thought, soon.
She felt Jim's weight shift as he raised himself over her. Not yet! Wait! But she knew it would be like it had been so many times before. She felt the blunt head poking, searching for the entrance, and threw her legs open. She reached down and guided it home. It quickly slid all the way inside of her.
His mouth was at the base of her neck, arms under her shoulders as he began to move his hips. Laura wrapped her arms around his back and threw her hips up to meet his thrusts, working to keep up, willing herself to concentrate her entire being on her husband's long, hard prick as it moved back and forth in her. It was filling her tunnel, expanding the walls, withdrawing, filling, withdrawing. Her abdominal muscles ached with the effort.
Maybe she would make it this time. His movements became faster and shorter, and she knew it was not to be, not this night. She continued her movements and tightened her hold on his body as she felt the warm spurts of cum splashing deep inside of her. He strained against her, kissing and sucking her throat as the jets slowed and finally stopped.
His prick quickly went soft. Jim moved his weight off of her and laid beside her, one hand stroking the nearest tit. -That was sure good, baby," he whispered.
A strangling frustration made it almost impossible for her to speak. "No . . . No, it wasn't."
The nightstand light clicked on. "What? What's wrong?"
Laura raised one hand to shield her eyes from the light. "It's over too soon. You put it in before I'm ready, and come long before I'm even close to orgasm."
She could see the hurt look on his tanned face. She hated herself for having blurted it out, but she had not been able to hold it back any longer.
"I'm sorry, honey," he sighed. "But you know how busy I've been at the lab. Guess I've been preoccupied."
Laura reached out to brush the blond hair back from his forehead.
"Jim, our sex life has been like this ever since we got married. You don't seem to want to make love to me very often, and when you do, it's just too fast for me."
"You mean you've felt this way for three years?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"I don't know. At first I thought it was me, but as time went by I knew better."
She watched his face. The pain and confusion gave way to a broad smile.
"Look, sweetheart. Things have been going a lot better since George and Arthur came in as partners. We just got a big contract with the Air Force. After we get production rolling on it, why don't you and I take off to Acapulco for a couple of weeks and see if we can't do something about this problem? I love you and sure as hell don't want to lose you."
"Darling, there's no real danger of that. I love you too. Some time to ourselves might do us a lot of good."
She reached up, pulled his head down and kissed him, making her lips soft and pliable against his.
"Great! I'll make the reservations tomorrow, and in about two weeks we'll be off on our second honeymoon."
He reached back and switched the light off.
Laura moved into his arms. She loved the feel of his muscular body, his hardness against her softness. Maybe things would be better now. Since taking those men in as partners, Jim's business had picked up, and now it was one of the fastest growing electronics firms in Houston. Some time alone, with no pressures on him, just might help. Maybe then she wouldn't be trying to fall asleep with her stomach knotted up the way it was now, unfulfilled desire. Tomorrow, tomorrow. She drifted off into a fretful, restless sleep with Jim's arms wrapped around her.
She awoke the next morning to find that Jim had already left for work. She slid out of bed and glanced at the clock. He hadn't been gone very long. Not waking her was typical of him. Always considerate . . . well, almost always. Damn! She shouldn't think about it so much. Maybe a shower would help.
She padded into the bathroom, stripped her gown off over her head and stepped into the shower. She turned the water on full force, enjoying the needle-sharp spray beating against her body. She quickly soaped up and rinsed off. She did feel better. She stepped out of the stall and energetically toweled her body dry. Her image in the full-length mirror caught her eye, and she paused to look at herself.
Long, black hair pulled back into the bun she always wore, wet ringlets framing her oval face. Slightly arched brows above green eyes, straight but slightly pug nose, full lips, dimpled chin. Her 105 pounds were spread over a five-foot-five frame. Her tits had always seemed small to her, but they were round and firm, pointed by rosy pink nipples. Her gaze went down the white flatness of her abdomen, the narrow waist, slightly flared hips, the dark triangle of her cunt, white thighs, slim and well-tapered legs, then back to the patch of black hair that curled over the source of her frustration.
Again she felt it coming on, the resentment and gnawing need for completion. Almost unbidden, her hand crept across her stomach, the fingertips brushing through the wet hair. One finger began massaging her clit. She watched herself in the mirror as if that image was some other person, feeling the warmth spreading and building.
The finger moved faster, flicking the hard roundness to and fro, faster and faster. She leaned against the wall and bent her knees slightly, opening her legs. Faster! Her muscles ached from the strain, then she felt the convulsive movement inside her belly, the exploding waves of orgasm flooding through her, one after the other. She felt lightheaded and weak. She didn't know if her legs would hold her up. She shuddered once, twice, again, grateful for the release. If only Jim would do that for her. She roused herself, pushed away from the wall and quickly finished her preparations to face another day.
Later, Laura answered the insistent doorbell to find a policeman standing on the porch, hat in hand, a hard-eyed look set in his face.
"Mrs. Shea?"
A sudden fear gripped her throat. "Yes."
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your husband was killed in an auto accident this morning."
She sagged against the door. "No!"
"I'm sorry. Is there anyone I can call to come and be with you?"
Mind-buckling shock swept through her. "What? Oh. No, there's no one."
"Well, if you're sure. This card will tell you where the remains are, and who to contact."
She collapsed on the couch. "Will you let his office know, please?"
"Someone is already taking care of that, Mrs. Shea."
"Thank you," she murmured.
She sank into the cushions and stared at the brilliant sunlight streaming through the big bay window, hardly aware that the policeman had left. * * * A breeze, blowing through the window of the car, cooled Laura's face as she tried to keep pace with the traffic hurtling north on the highway out of Houston. She didn't know where she was going, and really didn't care.
Jim's partners had taken care of all the details of the funeral. They had been very helpful and attentive. One or the other had brought papers now and then for her signature. She had been grateful. Jim had always taken care of everything. She had never been the aggressive, independent type.
About three weeks after the funeral, they had asked her to meet them at the plant office. She could still see them sitting in the conference room when she had walked in. George was in his fifties, a large man, graying at the temples, smiling, extroverted, the salesman. Arthur was a smaller man, thin, quiet, the bookkeeper. Both were married and had children. George's oldest son was almost her own age. Good, solid, church-going citizens. They had been very polite and friendly when they lowered the boom on her. They had told her that the company insurance had been set up so that the business went to the surviving partners. She was left with no part of the company that her own husband had started. There was nothing she could do about it.
She had only what remained of the small life insurance policy. Determined to get away and build a new life, she had sold all that she owned. She had packed her clothes into her car and headed north. She had no destination, only a future.
Chapter Two
The sound of a nasal voice lamenting a lost love, backed by a twanging steel guitar, floated around the big room. Laura didn't pay much attention to it any more. She had been working in the Dustin Truck Park for three months, and the music had become just background noise.
The job had been just what she wanted. The other girls were friendly, not nosey. The truck drivers were mostly a transient lot. She had learned the names of only a few that made regular runs. It was a good place to sort things out in her mind and decide what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.
She finished setting the table and looked up to see Bob and Duane come through the door. Bob Jackson was a tall, dark-haired, well-built man of about thirty. His friend, Duane Overman, was almost as big, and was red-haired, and full of chatter. They sat at the counter as Laura walked around behind it.
"What'11 you fellas have tonight?"
"Hi, doll," Duane smiled. "What you got good to eat?"
She slapped the hand that reached across the counter toward her hip. "Nothing that you're going to get close to, freckle-puss," she laughed. "Just order some food."
"Leave her be, Red," Bob said softly.
"Ah, now Snake, I don't mean no harm, and Laura knows it. Don't ya?"
"Sure, Red, I know," she smiled.
She was surprised at the way Bob had defended her. He had been there often, always quiet and polite, without saying much.
Duane quickly ate his meal and got up to leave. "Well, gotta get back on the super slab. See ya on down the line, Snake."
"So long, Red. Truck 'em easy."
The door swished shut behind the red-haired trucker, leaving Laura and Bob alone in the room.
The only sounds were the spoon in his coffee cup and the noise she made cleaning up behind the counter. Her shift would be over soon. "Hey, Laura."
She turned toward him. "Yeah?"
"Look, if you don't mind riding in my truck, I'd sure like to take you out to dinner. That is, if you feel like it after working half the evening."
She started to refuse the invitation, but then decided it really was time to start living again. Bob seemed like a pretty nice guy. She'd do it.
"Okay, Bob," she said.
His usually serious face broke into a big, white-toothed grin. "It's a date, hon."
They ate in a dimly lit restaurant a few miles up the highway. After a few drinks, Laura found that she was telling him her whole life story, as if she had known him for a long time. He was a good listener and seldom asked questions. She felt comfortable being with him.
She had dragged some of his history out of him. He had worked for NASA as an electronics technician before the space program had been scaled down. He had wanted to do something different when that job was phased out, so he had put his own money into a truck and was keeping busy with it.
By the time they left the restaurant, Laura was feeling relaxed, more so than she had in months. The ride back to Dustin took only a few minutes.
When they stepped inside the door of Laura's apartment, it seemed perfectly natural for Bob to take her into his arms. She let her body melt against his large frame, felt his tongue dip into her mouth. Something inside her said it was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this. Her hunger for affection argued that she needed it, had to have it. She felt his hands slide down her back, encompass her soft ass and pull her even closer to him. The big bulge in his pants pressed against her stomach. She could feel the warmth starting in her belly, a feeling that had been missing a long time. The doubt faded away. Her hands went around his waist. She rotated her hips against his body.
"Yes, Bob, yes," she murmured.
She found herself swooped up, quickly carried into the bedroom and placed gently upon the bed. Through a haze, she watched him strip her clothes away. Dress, bra, pantyhose and panties fluttered to the floor. A blush burned her cheeks as Bob stood over her, gazing down at her slender, white, naked body. He bent down and covered one tit with his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue, one hand teasing the other nipple.
Little electric shocks pulsated through her from the gentle suction he was applying. He raised up to kiss her, one hand caressing her flat stomach.
"I've wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you," he said. "The thought of sticking my cock into your little pussy has been driving me crazy."
His language shocked her a little, but she also found it exciting. She felt the feverish blush still creeping over her body as she watched him shuck off his clothes. She gasped when she saw his long, hard cock spring up when he dropped his shorts. It was much thicker and longer than Jim's had been. Bob laid down beside her.
"I don't know if all of that will go inside me," she said as he took her into his arms.
"Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you," he whispered.
She opened her mouth to his searching tongue. She felt the hard length of his cock flop across her stomach. Shivers of apprehension rippled across her skin. His big hand covered her hot, swollen mound. She jumped at the contact. He began kissing a wet trail down over her breasts.
"What fine tits! Pink and pure white," he murmured.
She felt that long, hard cylinder sliding down her thigh. His mouth reached her belly, kissing, biting, sucking, sending little shock waves to her brain. One fingertip was running up and down the hair-covered lips of her cunt. The fire was growing. Her hips jerked against the light, teasing touch of his finger. It felt so good, it had been such a long time. His mouth left her and she looked down to see him kneeling between her legs, his face only inches from her hot pussy.
"Your cunt is just as beautiful as I'd imagined it," he said. "All pink and hairy and waiting for me to eat it."
The contact of his lips on the swollen folds of flesh made her jump. Jim had never done this to her! He had been the only man she'd ever known. It almost didn't seem right. Her body stiffened as doubt assailed her mounting passion.
"Relax, baby," he said softly. "Whatever makes two people feel good and brings them together isn't abnormal. Relax and enjoy it."
"But nobody's ever done that to me."
"Then you're going to find out what you've been missing."
She felt his tongue slip between those hot lips and thought the tingling would pop right through her skull. He spread the folds with his fingers and began lapping her pussy from bottom to top. She raised her hips off the bed, pushing against his face. The doubt was gone. She felt his tongue poking at her tiny asshole. Her muscles tightened involuntarily. The wet tongue quickly slid up her slit again, thrusting into her cunt, once, twice, then up to her hard little clit, flicking it back and forth, fast and hard.
She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, her hips moving up and down. "Oh, God! Don't stop! It feels so good, eat me, eat me!"
She was surprised to hear those words coming from her own mouth, but she didn't care.
His mouth clamped against her cunt. His chin burrowed against her pussy, his tongue flipping her clit about madly. Laura pulled at his hair, trying to draw him inside of her. Her legs flew open as far as they would go. Rolling knots quivered across her belly. She felt a great pressure building, becoming higher and higher. Nothing mattered except the tongue that was driving her insane. It was getting close.
She cried out as the first wave of an intense orgasm doubled her up. "Ohhhh . . . I'm coming .. . suck me! Eat me! Gaaaa!"
She thrashed from side to side as the waves quaked through her, one after another. The tongue stopped moving, but the mouth was glued to her twitching cunt, keeping a tight suction on her throbbing clit. Strong fingers cradled her bouncing ass. She began to catch her breath again as the waves became gentle ripples, carrying her along.
She felt cool air strike her pussy. She looked down and saw Bob between her open thighs, his wet face smiling, one hand bending his long cock downward. She felt its broad head sliding up and down between the wet lips of her cunt.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"I want you to put it in me," she whispered.
"C'mon, say it."
Her hips started humping spasmodically, trying to capture the big cock she had to have. "Fuck me! Stick that big prick up my pussy and fuck me!"
He leaned over her and she felt the big head nudge its way into her wet, hot cunt. He pushed a couple of inches in and stopped, giving the walls time to adjust to his size. He backed up a little and pushed in again. The broad knob pushed soft flesh aside and burrowed down into that dark, slippery tunnel.
Laura sucked in her breath, feeling the walls of her cunt stretch to accommodate the intruder. Now she knew that she could take him, all of him. She wrapped her legs over his back and lifted up, forcing more hard meat into her hot pussy. Down and up again, taking more and more of his long pole, she moved slowly.
"Oh, baby, work that ass, take it all," he whispered. "Your little cunt is squeezing hell out of my dong. I've never been in a pussy this tight."
Now the entire length was buried inside of her. She felt the knob pushing against her womb, the base of his throbbing cock pressing against her swollen clit.
She hooked her ankles behind his thighs as he began moving his hips. The hard shaft slid in and out of the wet passage in long, slow strokes. He backed almost completely out and then slowly pushed in again, each thrust filling her grasping pussy. He built up speed, each succeeding stroke becoming faster and harder. She lifted her hips to meet the driving piston of his wet shaft.
"Fuck me, fuck me! It's so big . . . so hard!" she babbled.
He moved even faster. "Yeah, baby! Your cunt is milking my cock like it had fingers! So tight, so good!" he gasped.
Wet, slapping sounds of hard cock slithering in and out of a foaming cunt filled the room and Laura's ears. Her fingernails raked down his back.
"Oh! I'm going to . . . come! Come, come in me . . . come, come, come!" she cried.
He lunged hard. His cock banged against her cunt walls.
"Here it comes, baby!" he groaned.
The convulsive fireworks exploded from her quaking belly and rocketed through her body. She shuddered as she felt the hot jets of his come spewed deep inside of her again and again, his cock jerking with each spurt.
He let his body fall down on her gently, kissing her as the throes of orgasm slowly faded. She held him close as a deep, warm feeling replaced the body racking convulsions.
Suddenly, Laura found herself lying on top of him. She became aware that the long prick inside of her was still half-hard after fucking her so well. She smiled and ran her fingertips across his broad, hairy chest.
"Again?"
He gripped her small, round ass, grinding her hips against his. "Again. Now you know why my CB handle is Snake."
Laura giggled, then felt the pressure of the base of his throbbing cock against her still sensitive clit. She humped her pelvis at him.
"It feels sooo good," she sighed.
She felt a finger slide down between the cheeks of her ass, spearing through the come that had leaked around his cock and pressing against her asshole. It popped inside of her rectum.
Laura gasped and jerked spasmodically against his deeply imbedded prick. She felt it growing longer and harder. She got her knees up under her, put her hands on his chest and began raising and lowering herself on his long, wet shaft. It went even deeper than before, almost hurting her. Every time it hit bottom, her clit banged against his pelvis. Now his cock was a massive, stiff pole that she was riding, up and down, rotating her ass on the down swing, twirling her wet, gaping cunt down over it, slowly lifting up, her cunt muscles rippling and squeezing the man meat as it withdrew. His big hands were pulling and stroking her hard-nippled tits.
"That's it, baby, move that sweet ass! Fuck it!" he groaned.
Thundering vibrations from her pussy told her that she couldn't keep the motions up much longer. She leaned down, tits mashing against his chest, and planted wet, sucking kisses on his tightly corded neck.
"Fuck me, Bob! Pound my pussy with your big cock!" she moaned.
Both of his hands gripped her ass as his hips drove up at her, banging against her splayed open cunt with tremendous force, each stroke sending shudders through her small body. He bounced off the mattress in long, hard, deep-driving strokes.
"Oh, Goddamn . . . it's killing me!" she groaned. "I love it! A fucking monster . . . filling my pussy . . . fuck it!"
Her ass was being held high and he was moving in shorter and even faster strokes.
"Here comes another . . . hot load, sweet cunt!" he grunted.
Laura thought her back was going to break from the beating her ass was taking from his pounding hips. Whomp-whomp-whomp, almost without pause! Then she felt the hot, gushing come flooding her cunt. The jerking prick deep inside of her spurted again and again. Rockets went off in her belly and blew through the V ^ of her skull. The walls of her stuffed cunt convulsed against his throbbing cock, sending the glorious waves of orgasm flickering through her body.
She lay on his chest like a rag doll, shuddering and shaking as the waves slowly subsided. Low, soft animal sounds escaped from her throat. She almost purred with satisfaction. Then she was beside Bob on the bed. He was gently stroking her soft, white body while he nuzzled her ear, kissing her again and again. Laura was lost in a rosy glow that she felt in every inch of her body.
Now she did indeed know what she had been missing all those years with Jim. All the hours spent in torment and frustration because of his low sex drive and ignorance! Maybe she had been partly to blame because of her own shyness and passiveness. She was determined to change that. Inhibitions had cost her a lot in the past, and they weren't going to in the future.
Later, Laura turned the eggs in the pan.
"Bob, that was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I feel more alive than 1 have in years."
"That's the way it should be, Laura. Nothing but good vibrations," he said from the table behind her.
She placed his plate in front of him.
"There's a whole world of sensual pleasure out there, just waiting for anyone who has an open mind and is willing to try new experiences," he said.
"It sounds tempting, but I wouldn't know how to go about anything like that."
"I was going to wait till later to tell you this, but what the hell. I'm what you might call a quiet swinger. I know people all over the country who enjoy each other, and do it well."
He leaned across the table. "I'm leaving in a couple of days on a run to Chicago, then out to the coast and back. Why don't you come with me, Laura?"
"What about my job?"
"Don't worry about that. Think of all there is for you to see and experience! I can show it all to you."
"I don't know, Bob," she sighed. "That's a pretty big step. I'm going to have to think about it."
"Okay, that's fair enough. I'll stop on my way north, and you can give me your answer then. Now dig in, the food is getting cold."
Chapter Three
The big trailer rig rumbled along the highway. They had just crossed into Missouri, heading for St. Louis. Laura leaned against the door, half listening to the chatter on the CB, gazing out the window and daydreaming. Bob had fucked her almost senseless three nights ago. His huge cock had come inside of her twice more before dawn. God, how she had loved it, his long prick pistoning in and out of her hungry cunt. Her last orgasm had left her a quivering mass of raw nerve endings. If that was what sex was all about, she wanted to do it all, in every way possible! She would fight those inhibitions and her non-aggressive nature. Bob broke her reverie.
"Tonight, after I drop the trailer off, we're meeting some friends of mine, Chuck and Joyce Farrell, for dinner. I have a strong hunch that we'll wind up at their house, and that means sex."
"I thought that was why I came along ... my education."
"Yeah, but I want you to remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You're a sexy little beaver, and both men and women are going to be after your cunt."
She slid over next to him and rubbed the crotch of his pants. "I'll face each situation as it comes, lover."
"Well, some guy might want you to suck his cock. A woman might want to eat you out or want you to eat her. No telling what kind of propositions you're going to get."
She stroked the bulge growing under her hand.
"You're making my pussy twitch just talking about it."
"What the hell do you think you're doing to me?" Just remember that if you feel like doing something, do it! We'll both be free to do as we please. If you don't want to do something, just say so. Nobody is going to force you."
Her fingers massaged the big swelling through the thick material. She leaned up to blow into his ear.
"I'll remember, teacher," she whispered.
"Lady, if you don't stop right now, I'm going to pull into that rest stop and fuck hell out of you!"
Laura giggled and flicked her fingernails against his taut crotch. "How quick can you get parked?"
She was waiting for him, naked, in the padded sleeping compartment by the time he got parked and drew the shades. He crawled in beside her, taking her into his arms. His tongue slipped into her open mouth, darting from side to side. One hand slid quickly down between her thighs, rubbing her hair-padded mound.
She pulled her head back. "Wait, wait!"
Laura snaked down his body, the roughness of his clothing tickling her skin, until her head was at his waist. Her fingers fumbled the belt loose, found the zipper and pulled. He rolled onto his back as her cool fingers drew his long cock out of his shorts. Laura found it even more marvelous up close.
She curled her fingers around it, watching his pulse beating in the blood-engorged veins. She wet her lips and kissed her way up the thick shaft, gently moving her hand up and down in short motions. She felt him shudder when her lips closed around the tip of the broad, red head of his throbbing prick. Her pointed tongue flicked against the small opening. She ran it under the crown and licked around the huge knob. She heard him suck in his breath when she took the head inside of her mouth.
She sucked on it gently as she began moving her hands in longer strokes, pulling the tender skin up and down the hardness underneath.
She felt his fingers search for and find her wet cunt. One finger slipped into her pussy. His hips began jerking up at her sucking mouth, forcing a little of the shaft into her stretched cheeks. She knew she had all she could take, and pushed her hands against his thrusts. The swollen knob banged against the back of her throat, almost choking her.
She popped the jerking cock out of her mouth, and quickly straddled his hips. Grasping the long pole, she guided it into her gaping, wet cunt and slid down on it without hesitation, loving the feeling of the huge cock burrowing into her belly, stretching and filling her pussy completely. She rotated her hips, grinding her hard clit against the base of his prick, sending the sunken shaft in circles against the resilient walls of her cunt.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! Whip your sweet ass around! You're a natural, hot-cunted fucker!" Bob grunted.
She began moving her ass up and down in long, slow motions, up until only the head was inside and then slowly down, again and again. Bob's thumb found her little clit and began massaging it.
Suddenly he grabbed her ass and rolled her over onto her back. His powerful forearms hooked behind her knees, lifting and spreading her damp thighs. He supported himself with his arms and began pumping furiously in and out of her quivering cunt.
Laura grunted as each stroke banged into her, bouncing her ass on the soft padding. She raked her nails up and down his arms.
"Fuck me! Oh yeah! I'm going to come . . . now, now!" she screamed.
The pressure blew off from her belly and spread upward, rolling through her again and again. She felt the fountains of his come flooding her quaking cunt, running out and trickling down the crack of her ass.
Bob rolled on his side, holding her in his arms, his cock still buried in her. She snuggled her head into his shoulder and drifted off to sleep, feeling his big hand gently stroking her damp hair, his long shaft pulsing deep within her satiated cunt.
She awoke later and found her naked body covered by a blanket. The truck was humming along the Interstate again. She smiled, rolled over, pulled the covering up over her shoulder and quickly fell asleep again. * * * The restaurant had been small, dark and intimate. Chuck and Joyce had turned out to be a very friendly and attractive couple. He was almost as tall as Bob, but not as large. A full mustache and long, brown hair blended well with his tanned good looks. Joyce was tall, blonde and well-built. Laura had almost felt inadequate when she compared herself to Joyce's generous curves. The black, slinky gown clung to the blonde like a second skin. Her large nipples were clearly outlined, even in the dim light, Despite that, Laura felt comfortable with them, and by the time they had finished dinner, they were all chatting like old friends. When Chuck invited them home, she quickly nodded her agreement to Bob's inquiring look.
Chuck turned on the stereo and walked behind the bar. "Kick off your shoes and relax, kids."
Laura sank into the plush velvet couch and curled her toes in the thick shag carpet. "You have a beautiful home," she said.
Joyce sat at the opposite end of the couch. "Glad you like it. It's really cozy when there's a roaring fire going in the fireplace."
"I can imagine," Laura said, taking the drink Chuck offered her.
He sat down between the two women. "We've had a lot of great parties here."
Bob got up from his chair and walked over to Joyce with his arms extended. "Let's dance."
"Love to."
The tall blonde flowed against him. They slowly turned, bodies pressed together. Chuck reached behind Laura and dimmed the light. His arm came down around her shoulders.
"That's better," he said.
They sipped their drinks as they watched the couple in front of them, who were barely moving. Both of Bob's hands slid down from Joyce's waist until each big palm was digging into a soft cheek of her ass, pulling her closer to him. They kissed, their mouths working at each other.
Laura put her glass down on the end table. That warm feeling was growing between her legs, and she wondered when Chuck was going to make his move. Doubt began to gnaw at her resolution to be open-minded, and she began to wonder if she could go through with it.
Bob and Joyce weren't dancing at all now. Her hands were pulling his shirt out of his pants. His fingers were tugging at the zipper on the back of her dress. The material parted and fell away, baring the white back, then the pear-shaped globes of her ass. Joyce stepped back from Bob and shrugged her shoulders. The dress fell around her feet. Laura noticed the big hard-on tenting Bob's pants as they all stared at the tall blonde's big tits, rounded belly and long shapely thighs which were topped by a triangular patch of pale yellow hair. Laura felt Chuck's hand grip her shoulder. His warm breath probed her ear.
"Quite a sight, isn't she? I'll bet you look just as sexy."
She turned to look at him and their mouths met. She opened wide to his thrusting tongue. His hand slipped up under her dress and between her thighs. She opened her legs, feeling the dampness in her cunt growing. His fingers found her pussy and began stroking the swollen lips. The small flames licking up from deep in her belly overcame the doubts that had been restraining her. She ran one hand up his thigh and rubbed his hard cock through his trousers. It felt almost as big as Bob's. His fingers searched for the zipper at the back of her neck. She leaned forward, and the front of her dress fell away. Chuck lowered his head and sucked a round, hard-nippled tit into his mouth. Laura tangled her fingers in his long hair, urging him on. It felt so good! The soft mustache tickled in opposition to the delicious suction his mouth was applying.
She looked up to see Joyce down on her knees in front of Bob. His pants were down around his ankles and she had both hands wrapped around his long, hard cock as she licked all around the big, red head.
"C'mon, baby, suck it," Bob urged.
She took it into her mouth, moving her head back and forth as her fingers massaged the length of it in long, pulling strokes. Laura was fascinated as she watched Joyce take more and more of that big cock into her mouth. She wondered how the blonde could do it. Over half of that long prick must be down her throat. Bob began fucking in and out of that sucking mouth, his hands reaching down and kneading the large, white tits, tweaking and pulling the firm, pink nipples.
Laura felt Chuck tugging at her dress, and she raised her hips as he pulled it down and off of her. He quickly stood and stripped his clothes off.
"God! You've got a beautiful body, just like-a little China Doll," he whispered.
She fell onto her back on the couch as Chuck crawled between her open thighs. He began kissing and nipping at her belly, his fingertips teasing the insides of her thighs but not touching her hot cunt, just lightly brushing through the curly black hair. The fire that was burning inside of her had to be put out. She wanted it all now. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his head down.
"Please ... eat me, eat my pussy," she sighed.
She opened her legs wide when she felt his wet tongue lapping at her hot cunt. She looked over to see Joyce on her hands and knees in front of Bob, her ass facing him, her legs spread open. Laura could see the yellow fuzzed, pink folds of flesh that Bob was spreading open with one hand as he aimed his long cock with the other. The big head disappeared into the waiting hole and the shaft followed, driving smoothly into the blonde's sex sheath. Then the huge tool was buried deeply inside of the kneeling woman.
Bob leaned over her back and grabbed the hanging tits, squeezing them as he began pounding in and out of her, thudding against the cushions of her ass.
Laura felt Chuck's tongue licking and poking at her tiny asshole. A finger slipped into her wet pussy and massaged the oily walls. She felt the electricity building as she watched the couple fucking in front of her. She was fascinated by the sight. The finger withdrew from her cunt, pressed against her puckered anus, popped past the resistance of the sphincter muscle and slid into her ass. The lubrication from her sloppy, wet pussy let it slide easily. Waves of pleasure quickly overcame the shock of feeling something probing her rear passage.
"Damn, that feels good," she moaned.
The finger drilled deeper into her ass, right up to the second knuckle. It rode in and out slowly. Chuck's tongue poked into her cunt, swabbing from side to side. Then it moved up, broad, flat and wet, spreading her cunt lips open, then swabbed her swollen clit, licking the small nub, curling around it and sucking gently. Another finger slipped into her wet pussy. Laura humped against his mouth and the fingers that were reaming out her cunt and asshole.
She heard Joyce moan and glanced in that direction. Bob was moving in quick, hard strokes that were almost knocking Joyce off her knees. The woman's long, blonde hair was shaking from side to side.
"Oh, shit! I'm coming ... my pussy's melting! Fuck it, FUCK IT . . . fill my . . . cunt with . . . hot come!"
Laura watched Bob's tight-muscled ass drive in hard and strain against Joyce's quivering ass. A deep groan rumbled up from his chest.
"Damn, I feel your prick going off! Again! Again! Oh, shit, again! So good, so big ... " Joyce whimpered as she sank down on the carpet with Bob on top of her.
Laura pulled at the head that was still nestled between her thighs.
"Fuck me, Chuck! Fuck me! she moaned.
He raised up over her. She reached down, grabbed his stiff cock and guided it into her hot cunt. It was almost as long as Bob's, but not quite as thick. It buried itself to the hilt in one easy motion. He began pumping his hips, fucking in and out of her in long, sawing strokes. His mouth closed over one heaving tit as he changed his angle of entry. His cock came in low, thrusting hard into her milking cunt, scooting her on the couch a little with each push. One of her legs was thrown over the back of the couch, the other foot was on the carpet. She dug her nails into his shoulders, her eyes closed, loving the hard male meat that was pounding into her. The fuse in her belly was burning brightly, ready to blow.
She opened her eyes to see Bob standing beside her head, smiling, his limp cock dangling down between his thighs. Without even thinking she reached out, grabbed the soft, wet tube and pulled him closer. She opened her mouth and sucked the spongy head and some of the shaft inside, sucking and massaging it with her lips. She ran her hand up and down the long shaft, squeezing and pulling. Her eyes were locked with Bob's.
The cock in her belly was driving in and out like a well-oiled machine, burning her fuse shorter and shorter. She ran her fingers up the underside of the prick she was sucking to the big, hairy balls. She found fingers already cradling them. She looked between Bob's thighs to see Joyce behind him, her mouth buried between the cheeks of his ass.
Chuck's cock was moving faster now. She could feel the knots forming in her belly. She let Bob's prick slip from her mouth and wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck, humping her ass up to meet his thrusts.
"Yessss, now, now! I'm . . . coming!" she cried.
The spasms rolled up from her loins again and again. She shivered as they gradually lessened. The hard cock continued to whip in and out of her without letting up. He hadn't come yet. He was fucking her in hard strokes, driving her ass down into the cushion, his balls banging into the crack of her ass. She tried to move her hips to meet him but his movements were too strong. She gave up and concentrated on the wet sounds slurping up from the rod that was pounding in and out of her quaking cunt.
Her stomach muscles knotted up again. She felt gentle fingers massaging them. She dropped her head back from Chuck's neck. It was Joyce! Her other hand closed around one of Laura's sweat-filmed tits. The woman's soft touch sent little thrills shooting through Laura's body. This was really getting wicked. But it felt good!
"Honey, once he's in, he fucks like a damned machine, on and on. He'll come soon, just relax and enjoy," the blonde said.
Joyce bent down and sucked a firm nipple between her soft lips. Laura trembled from the gentle suction on her breast. The small, wet tongue twirled the hard nipple around. She glanced down Joyce's back to see the top of Bob's head between the vee of her pillowy, white ass cheeks. She felt Joyce's slender fingers slide down her belly until they curled around the slippery pole that was slithering in and out of her. Chuck's movements became shorter and faster. Joyce's wet finger teased Laura's sensitive little knob, massaging it around and around.
Laura felt her senses leaving her. She didn't care who was doing what to whom, it was all good. She reached out and took the weight of one of the blonde's big tits in her hand, rolling her palm against the stiff nipple. She felt Joyce's head bobbing and looked down to see that Bob was fucking her from behind again, driving his long cock in and out with gentle strokes.
Chuck's prick was whipping in and out of her wet pussy at a frenzied pace now. Suddenly he gave a mighty lunge into her and froze. She felt the long cock throbbing deep in her belly. Then it exploded, jerking out great gushes of come again and again. It triggered another orgasm of her own, and she shook uncontrollably as the shock waves washed over her. She panted for breath as the big cock slowed its spurting. Come dribbled out of her steaming cunt and trickled down her wet thighs. She was too exhausted to care about the mess.
She heard and felt Joyce moan against her tit. She must have come too. The bobbing motion stopped and she knew Bob had blown his load into the blonde's cunt again.
Later, Laura dried her freshly showered body with a big, fluffy towel.
"Did you say Chuck always fucks like that?" she asked.
Joyce was at the 'mirror, applying fresh makeup.
"Yes, like a damned mindless machine. It used to drive me almost crazy, especially when he had it up my ass. That was one of the reasons we started swinging: To give me some relief from that endless fucking, and to see if some strange pussy would make him pop his nuts faster." "Did it help?"
"Believe it or not, it did! I know it seemed like he was never going to come, but it's not as bad as it used to be. Even when we fuck now, it doesn't tear me up like it did before."
Laura joined the blonde at the big mirror.
"Let me ask you another question?"
"Sure."
"How can you take so much of Bob's cock into your mouth?"
Joyce laughed. "Oh, you noticed that, did you? Well, it takes practice. You've got to learn to relax your throat muscles. With time you learn to suppress the gag reflex, and there you are! It took a lot of practice on Chuck's cock before I could do it well."
"Can you take all of Chuck?"
"Now I can, but he's not as big as Bob."
Laura smiled as she put the final touches to her face. "Going to have to get me some practice."
"No time like the present," Joyce laughed.
Laura followed her back into the den, where the two men were sitting at the bar. Chuck waved his glass.
"There's our lovely ladies now," he said jovially.
"We thought maybe you two had gotten something going," Bob said. Joyce walked up between Bob's open legs and grabbed his limp prick. "Just a little girl talk, stud."
Chuck patted his knees. "Right up here, honey," he said.
Laura started to sit across his lap, but he turned her so that she faced him, straddling his thighs. She picked up his glass and took a sip from it.
"Right on," she said.
His fingers were lightly stroking up and down through the damp hair of her cunt mound. She glanced at the other couple. Joyce had Bob's long prick between her thighs. His hands were kneading her well rounded ass, and their tongues were going at each other. Chuck's other hand was at her tits. His thumb and index finger spanned the distance between her nipples and were gently flipping them up and down. She could feel them getting stiff. She leaned up and ran her tongue along his hairy upper lip and then into his willing mouth. The hand between her legs was replaced by a hard cock that throbbed between her gaping cunt lips. She started moving her ass, sliding her pussy along the hard shaft.
"Hey, folks. Let's adjourn to the bedroom," Chuck said.
"Fine with me," Laura smiled.
She slid off of his lap and took his erect cock in hand. Bob and Joyce followed them into the master bedroom. The women soon found themselves sandwiched between the two men.
Chuck started to lean over her, but Laura stopped him with a hand against his chest. "Let me," she pleaded.
He smiled and let her push him back down onto his back.
She kissed his each nipple in turn, sucking the little nubs until they were stiff. She kissed her way down his hairy, rigid stomach, feeling his body twitch whenever she nipped him with her teeth. Her nose pushed through the curly hair to the base of his standing cock. She ran her tongue up its length and licked the pointed head, sucking up the small pearl of fluid at the hole. She took the head into her mouth, reaching for his balls with one hand. She moved her head up and down a little.
"Ah, that's mighty nice," Chuck sighed.
She felt his hands lift her ass and place her over his chest. His wet tongue probed into her cunt, moving from side to side, pushing against the furrowed walls. She opened her mouth wider and more of the stiff cock entered, sliding to the back of her throat. She almost gagged but fought it, willing her muscles to relax. More prick slid in. She had almost half of his throbbing length inside of her mouth and throat. She moved her head up and down, maintaining the suction, each downstroke becoming easier to control. His tongue was busy knocking her swollen clit around, and his finger was rummaging around in her wet cunt. She reached down between his thighs and lightly scratched around his asshole with a long fingernail. His hips started jerking up at her. She held her head still, letting him fuck in and out of her gently squeezing lips.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Joyce was down between Bob's legs, her head going up and down, his huge cock glistening as it went in and out of her stretched mouth. Her hands were jacking up and down the rear half of his stiff shaft.
"C'mon, baby, turn around and climb on my cock. It wants to get into your hot little pussy again!" Chuck said.
Laura quickly reversed her position and straddled his thighs. She reached down, grasped his jerking prick and rubbed the head back and forth between her wet, swollen cunt lips.
"Oh, baby! Sit on it, fuck it!"
She guided it into her tunnel and squatted abruptly, burying the long cock inside of her, mashing their pubic pads together. His hips began jerking up.
"God! What a tight pussy!" he groaned.
Laura got her knees under her and raised up, half off of his cock, her hands on his hard belly.
"Fuck me good, Chuck! Like you did before! I loved it!"
"Damn! Am I ever going to fuck you!" he grunted.
He began moving his cock up in hard, short strokes, bouncing her every time he hit bottom.
She looked over to see Joyce smearing ointment on the broad head of Bob's prick.
"Honey, I've had Chuck's cock up my ass many times, and I'm curious to see how much of yours I can take," she crooned.
"Make it easy on yourself," Bob answered. "I won't push any more than you can take."
She straddled his hips, facing his feet and Laura.
"Let's see how it's going to go," she said.
Laura watched her take the big cock in hand and guide it down past her cunt. Chuck's cock felt good, slipping up and down in her pussy, but she was unable to look away from what Joyce was doing.
"Unghh!" Joyce grunted. "The head's in."
She smiled at Laura. She forced her ass down a little at a time, pausing often. Soon half of the big shaft was stuffed into her asshole. Laura saw beads of perspiration popping out on her friend's forehead. She reached over to wipe the moisture away. As he fingers crossed the blonde's mouth, a pointed tongue flicked out and licked them. Little shivers tingled up Laura's arm.
"Does it feel good?" Laura asked.
"Oh, yes! It feels like a telephone pole stuck up my ass! So big and hard and alive!"
Joyce began to move her ass up and down in a slow and steady motion, the slippery shaft puckering out the edges of the hole, then driving them back in. Laura's fingers drifted down Joyce's soft throat, down and around one big, gently hobbling tit. Her palm rubbed the pink, stiff nipple.
"Yesss . . . don't stop, Laura honey!" Joyce moaned.
Laura felt the blonde's fingers lightly glide down her belly and strike her clit. The contact made her jump, and more aware of the cock that was still pounding up into her. She moved her hand down over Joyce's humping belly, wanting to return what the blonde was doing for her. Her fingers found a large, hard knob of flesh protruding from the top of Joyce's swollen cunt. She rolled it around and around.
Chuck's long cock was banging into her harder and faster. The pressure was building in her loins. She knew it wouldn't be long. The finger and the plunging prick were quickly bringing her to the brink. She redoubled the movements of her finger. It slipped down and into the gaping hole of the blonde's hot cunt.
"Goddammnn!" Joyce cried.
Laura was a little surprised when the blonde's full lips mashed against hers, but she instantly took the questing tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, following it with her own when it withdrew. Her small, firm tits bore into Joyce's cushiony globes of white breast flesh. Her orgasm ripped suddenly from down deep in her belly and rocketed through her again and again. Chuck's hips strained up against her, his cock throbbing inside of her convulsing cunt. It jerked once, twice, then sprayed her full of scalding come that trickled out and into their intermingled pubic hair.
Joyce fell away from her, landing on her hands between Bob's thighs. Laura collapsed onto Chuck's chest, his half-hard tool still sunk inside of her. His hands gently stroked up and down the goosebumps on her back. They were both gulping big breaths.
From this vantage point, Laura could see Bob's long shaft straining in and out of Joyce's ass. His hands were dug into her cheeks, spreading them. Almost all of his cock was now rutting into her bowels. Her hips were weaving up and down and from side to side in crazy spasms of motion.
"Oh! Oh! FUCK! Give it all to me! Harder . . . push harder . . . fuck my ass!" Joyce hissed.
Bob heaved up and pulled down on her hard. All of his cock was jammed into her rear tunnel. He jerked again and again in short, quick strokes, bouncing the soft, white ass above him.
"Here . . . it . . . comes!" he grunted.
"Yesss ... I'm coming tooo,' Joyce shrieked and fell forward.
The still-spurting cock slipped out of her ravaged asshole and waved wildly in the air. Globs of warm, sticky come splattered over four panting bodies.
Chapter Four
The trip from St. Louis to Chicago had been a short one. Laura still felt a little tired from the previous night's activities. Bob and Chuck had kept at them all night, or so it had seemed. They had switched partners and fucked and sucked in every position they could dream up. All four of them had even done it in the shower. She and Joyce had faced each other as the men fucked them from behind. Laura had to stand on the rim of the tub for Bob's cock to reach her pussy comfortably. It had been great, all lathered up with perfumed soap under the steaming stream of water. She and Joyce had kept their hands busy on each other's slippery bodies until they fell into each other, coming one after the other.
That Joyce was a great gal. Laura had been surprised at herself, by how easily she had accepted and returned the blonde's attentions. Sex between two women was something she had always considered very wrong, but it had been really great. She had a feeling that Joyce had wanted to eat her, but those two studs had kept them so full of cock that the opportunity never arose.
This morning, Joyce had taken Laura to her hairdresser while Bob was busy with the truck. Now her black hair floated about her face in great dark clouds, cascading down over her shoulders to just below her shoulder blades. The dark frame isolated her face, making her green eyes and red lips even more striking.
Walking along now with Bob, she knew how she looked. Her white skin was dramatically set off by the black hair and tight black dress. The material hugged her tits and hooked at the back of her neck, leaving her back, shoulders and arms bare. Her nipples, made rigid by the filmy cloth caressing them, stood out in small points. The dress was taut around her hips, ending halfway up the smooth whiteness of her thighs. It was obvious to anyone who looked that she had nothing on under it. And they looked. Laura caught furtive glances and open lustful stares from men walking past them. She could almost feel hot eyes on her ass, which jiggled from side to side with each step. She tightened her grip on Bob's arm, the tiredness fading as they walked into the Blue Ball Club.
The music assaulted her ears in the dim room. It had a strong beat, steady and rhythmic. She let Bob steer her through the crowded tables to an empty one by the wall. He ordered the drinks.
"Well, is this it?" Laura inquired.
"Nope. It's just the beginning."
"You haven't told me anything about tonight."
"Let's just say it's going to be a surprise. After last night, I think you'll enjoy it."
She wondered about that statement while she sipped her drink. A spotlight glared down to the middle of the room, shining from overhead. A tall girl stood in the center of a small square floor. A green cape covered her from her neck to the floor. Her long, red hair fell in a spiraling mass of curls that looked a yard long. She stood motionless for a moment, then the cape parted and rose behind her, held in her upraised hands. Laura heard gasps nearby, and her own breath whistled softly between her teeth as she stared at the magnificent, naked, golden body. The ripe orbs of her tits jutted out and up from her rib cage. They were peaked by large, round, rosy areolas which were centered by cylindrical nipples that stuck out like twin bullets.
Her body narrowed to a small waist, then flared out into firm, broad hips and a gently rounded belly. The golden thighs were long, and they tapered into beautiful legs. Her belly sloped down to a wide, luxuriant growth of red hair that extended from the top of one thigh to the other, and veed down into long curls between her lush thighs.
Suddenly the golden statue exploded into violent action, gyrating about the stage with the music, arms flying, big tits bouncing in every direction, hips waving, flesh trembling. She was dancing like a crazed being.
"Go! Go!" a voice called.
"Give it to us!" urged another.
The music slowed, dominated by the incessant beat. The girl's body now glistened with a thin film of moisture. Her head was thrown back, her arms extended straight ahead. Her hips moved in a small circle that became larger with each rotation, and her knees bent a little each time till the large globes of her ass jutted far out on the backside of the circle. Her hips swiveled around to the front, thrusting her mound out, exposing her hairy, flesh-padded cunt for all to see. Her legs were opened wide, knees bent almost to a sitting position. She turned on her high heels, letting everyone see all of her, front and back.
Laura felt herself getting twitchy in her cunt. The redhead was a beautiful sight. Bob's fingers were squeezing her bare thigh. She reached under the table and rested her hand on the bulge in his crotch, never taking her eyes off the gyrating, naked girl.
The redhead stopped her circle on the back side. Her head came forward and her eyes opened as she smiled at the audience. Her hips began moving from back to front, pushing her pink cunt out even more, moving to the throbbing beat that filled the room. No other instrument could be heard.
She edged toward a table at one side of the floor, her pelvis moving in a frank imitation of fucking. Her hands opened and closed in invitation. Her tongue slipped into view and licked her full, red lips. The big, shining tits jiggled from the force of each forward thrust of her hips. She stopped just out of range of the hands that were reaching for her.
"Hot damn!"
"Sock it to me, baby!"
"Go, go, go!"
Voices all around the room were calling to her, urging her on. The girl retreated to the center of the floor. She started bending backwards. In another moment she was on her back. Her legs, bent at the knees, were under her. The gleaming thighs were spread wide open. All of her pussy was in view now, the long slit guarded by engorged lips and flanked by red, curly hair that extended down into the crevice of her ass cheeks.
She was still moving, humping her hips up and down, again and again. Her hands passed over her upthrust tits and down over the lawn of red hair at the bottom of her belly, not quite touching herself.
Laura was amazed as she watched the swollen cunt lips slowly roll apart and the shiny nub of the girl's clit stand out in plain sight. The girl must really have herself hot! She wondered if she could ever act that abandoned in front of a group of people. She doubted it. Bob's cock was ramrod hard, throbbing under her active fingers. His thick finger was sunk in her drooling pussy. She ground her hips against it and wished she could get fucked right then.
The girl, writhing like a wild animal in heat on the floor, pulled the long mass of hair over one shoulder. It flipped down between her heaving thighs, hiding her cunt. Her hips began jerking up and down faster and faster, no longer in time with the drums. She seemed oblivious to everything, lost in her own search for release. Suddenly her body strained up into an arch, lifting her quivering ass off of the floor. She shuddered visibly. The spotlight blinked out, leaving the room in total darkness.
Chairs shuffled in the gloom. Throats were cleared. Whispers drifted through the air. A moment later the dim house lights rose again. The floor was empty.
Laura leaned back, trying to recover from the tension that had built up inside of her own body.
Bob's finger wasn't helping. She gave his erect cock a squeeze.
"When are we going?" she whispered.
"Right now."
She could hear the tension in his voice. She rose and followed his lead, but instead of heading for the door, he was guiding her to the back of the club. Several other couples were going in the same direction.
"What ..."
"Never mind, just c'mon," he said gruffly.
One couple was just ahead of them. They were walking toward a blank wall. An open doorway materialized just before they reached it. Bob and Laura followed the couple through the door and up a narrow stairway that was carpeted in red, as were the walls and ceiling. She heard other people coming up behind them. At the top of the stairs, another door swung open.
"Ah, Don and Peggy. Come in, come in. And here's Bob and Laura. Good. Come right in."
The man that greeted them was huge. His pudgy hand touched her elbow lightly as he hurried her through the door. Her eyes took in his partly bald head and full, gray mustache and goatee as she went by. Then her attention was caught by the room. Like the stairwell, it was completely covered with red carpet. A circle of thick pillows was in the middle of the room, and otherwise the room was bare. She looked around. A feeling that something was going to happen in that strange room welled up in her. Slight tinglings of anticipation jangled her nerves.
The fat man was ushering in more people. A girl, dressed in transparent bra and panties, walked into the room through a door that had been hidden by the carpeting on the walls. She carried a large tray, and began serving drinks.
There were four couples in the room. The fat man made introductions, but Laura couldn't remember the names. There were too many, and it was done too fast.
Her ears were buzzing. She looked down at her half-empty glass. Alcohol had never affected her that quickly before. She looked for Bob. He was beside her, talking to another couple, Carl and Irene.
"Please give me your attention, everyone!" the fat man called.
The murmur of talk stopped.
"Good. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Allegro Goscini and I am your, shall we say, conductor, for the evening's entertainment. Now, if each of you will follow luscious little Sue here to your seat, we will commence."
Laura watched the nearly naked girl arrange the people on the pillows, alternating men and women, separating couples. Bob was between well-built Irene and the slender Helen. She allowed herself to be led to her place. She sank down on the pillow between Don and Carl. They looked like nice guys. She drew her feet up under her, her legs angled toward the floor. She knew her dress was riding high, exposing a lot of white thigh, but she didn't give a damn. Her ears were still buzzing and her face felt flushed. The fat man was still talking somewhere behind her.
"This is an adult version of the old Mother-May-I game. Each of you will take a turn at the large spinner. For each number I have two sets of instructions, one for men and one for women. I will tell you what to do, and which person beside you to do it to."
Laura felt the twitching start in her loins again.
"Of course, you must ask if you may, first. That allows the recipient to refuse. We hope that doesn't happen. After all, we are gathered here to enjoy ourselves. Right? Right!"
Laura glanced at Bob. He sat cross-legged, his hands hanging over his knees. He winked and smiled.
"Shall we begin? Irene, will you go first?" The good-looking brunette leaned out and slapped the spinner, making her braless tits sway. "Seven. Remove Bob's pants." Irene started to reach out, then remembered. "May I?"
Bob nodded. Irene expertly got his pants open and slid them down when he lifted his hips. She sat back on her pillow, but her eyes were riveted on the huge bulge in his shorts.
Laura smiled to herself. She knew what was in there, and what it could do for a girl. Let Irene enjoy it while she had the chance! she thought.
Bob hit the spinner.
"Six. Remove Helen's panties."
He turned to the blushing woman. "May I?"
"Yes," she squeaked, closing her eyes.
Laura watched Bob push her dress slowly up around her waist, revealing her well-turned, nylon-encased thighs. Kneeling beside her, he quickly rolled the pantyhose down, exposing her furry little slit. She sat again after he stripped them off. Her dress was still bunched up, leaving her naked from the waist down, but she didn't seem to be aware of it as she took her turn at the spinner.
"Three. Take out Don's penis."
Receiving his agreement, Helen leaned over, visibly trembling. Laura watched along with the others as she fumbled with the snap and zipper. Finally she got his pants open and quickly reached inside of his shorts. With some difficulty, she pulled his erect cock through the opening and immediately let go of it, sitting back in her place.
Laura could see Helen's thighs rubbing against each other. The woman was getting hot despite her embarrassment. Laura's eyes fastened on Don's standing prick. It was of average length, but very thick, supporting a blunt, round head. She wondered how that sausage would feel stuffed into her cunt, as Don leaned forward to take a spin. "One. Suck Laura's tits." "May I?"
"Yes, yes!" she whispered.
She was eager for things to move faster. Her pussy was throbbing. Without waiting for him, she undid the clasp at the nape of her neck. The top of the dress slithered down over her round, firm tits and fell to her lap. Don leaned toward her and sucked the whole of one tit into his mouth. Small jolts of pleasure fanned out from his slavering tongue on her rubbery nipple. Her hand found the back of his head and held him there. She knew everyone was watching, but the demands of her body couldn't be resisted. Her hand grabbed his hard stalk, massaging it for a moment before he pulled away. Cool air struck her wet tit. The buzzing seemed to be boring straight into her brain. She leaned out to the playing board.
"Nine. Take out Carl's penis and kiss it."
"May I?" she smiled.
"Hell, yes!" he gasped.
She rubbed the length of the hard-on that bulged inside his pant leg, then quickly opened his trousers and pulled them down. His long, slender prick sprang up and pointed at the ceiling. She noticed the backward curve of it as she pulled it down. Instead of kissing it, she ovaled her lips and took the pointed head into the wetness of her mouth. She sucked hard. His hands held her head and his hips started to move. People were watching, seeing the long shaft slipping in and out of her mouth. She didn't care. She felt like she had a fever: Her face was hot, her thighs felt like lead. She wanted some fucking action.
"Now, now! It's your turn, Carl."
Laura let his long cock slide out of her mouth and regretted the loss. She sat back on the pillow, breathing deeply, trying to control the urges that swept through her.
The game began to progress faster. The commands were obeyed instantly. The required question was forgotten. Clothing was swiftly removed. Fingers dipped into cunts and fondled erect cocks. Inhibitions were gone. Mouths lingered wherever they were directed. Lust-glazed eyes followed each performing couple. Soon all the men were naked. Cocks of various sizes stood up around the circle. The women were naked. Their bodies glistened.
Laura wondered how much longer this group of people could restrain themselves. Her own pussy was dripping wet, yearning for some hard meat. It was obvious that the others, were just as hot.
"The game is ended," Goscini announced. "Please break between Bob and Irene and form a semi-circle."
Laura heard a huskiness in his voice that hadn't been there before. As the men and women moved their pillows, a movie screen lowered itself down the far wall. She felt her face cooling now, distracted from the erotic sights and sounds.
"The film you are about to see, lovely persons, will add greatly to your enjoyment, I'm sure. It was not staged by professional performers. The men were hired but were not actors. The girl was just an ordinary female, with no foreknowledge of what was to happen."
The fat man chuckled behind them.
"She has turned professional since, but that's another story. Just remember as you watch that you are seeing a real event take place. Roll the film, please."
Laura wiggled her butt deeper into the soft pillow, anxious to see what was to come.
The screen flickered with bright white light, then an image swam into focus. The camera was following three men through some woods. They stopped and peered over some high bushes. Two of them went off in opposite directions. The camera advanced and looked over the remaining man's shoulder. Behind a farm house, a girl was hanging clothes on a line. She appeared to be in her late teens. A red scarf was around her head. She wore a shirt under bib overalls that did not conceal the ample swellings of her tits.
As if on signal, the three men stepped out of hiding. The girl looked up with a quizzical expression that changed to fright when she realized she was surrounded. She dropped the laundry basket and ran. One of the men cut her off in two long strides. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. The second man caught her and pinned her arms behind her. She struggled as the third man approached her.
He gave her a wicked smile as he pulled the scarf away. Brown hair tumbled around her face. Her mouth opened in a silent scream when the first man began squeezing and mashing her tits through her clothing. Her body twisted violently, fighting to get away, but it was useless.
Laura felt something slap against her back. She glanced over her shoulder to see Carl behind her. She smiled and grabbed his thighs, tugging to signal him to move closer. His long, slender cock nestled against her back, and his hands came around under her arms to cup her firm tits. She looked back at the screen.
The third man thrust his arm out, clamping his hand to the struggling girl's crotch, squeezing hard. She tried to pull her hips away from the rough hand, but the man behind her pushed her forward with his body. The first man unsnapped the overalls. They fell around her hips. His hands ripped the shirt open, sending buttons flying. Her tits gleamed like pink dotted pearls in the sunshine, forced out and up by her imprisoned arms. Her belly heaved with her frantic breathing. Muscular fingers tweaked her nipples, pulling and twisting. The man in front pulled the overalls down and off of her kicking feet. White nylon panties spanned her hips. The brown thatch of her mound was visible through the thin material.
Laura felt Carl's fingers glide down over her knotted stomach muscles and dip into her damp cunt. One long, slender finger buried itself in her warm tunnel. It felt so good to finally have something there. It explored the slippery walls, the nail lightly scraping. She reached behind her and cradled his hairy balls in her small hand. She looked up again, rocking gently on the searching finger.
Now the girl was on her back in the grass. A man on each side held her arms and legs, stretching her legs open as far as they would go. The third man stood between her thighs, looking down at her struggling body. He was saying something, rubbing the swelling of his hard-on. The camera zoomed in between the open thighs. Her cunt made the panties bulge out. Brown hairs curled out around the elastic of the crotch. Single hairs protruded through the nylon here and there. The camera pulled back.
The man knelt and slipped his fingers under the waistband. He ripped down. The flimsy material parted and fell away. The men holding her hooked their hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up and back toward her shoulders. Her ass rose into the air, the curve of her brown-furred pussy pointed to the sky. The third man released his erection from its cloth prison. His cock stood out from his pants, jerking with a life of its own. He bent down, cupped his hands under the girl's ass and burrowed into her hairy slit with his nose and mouth. Her hips jumped, trying to escape, but there was no place to go. The man lapped at the quivering cunt. His tongue snaked up and down the length of the narrow slit.
Laura heard a gasp and looked to her left. Irene's head was in Walt's lap, going up and down. Peggy's tits were mashed against his ribs while her fingers teased his nipples. His hand was out of sight between Peggy's lush thighs, the other was on Irene's bobbing head. Laura glanced to her right. Helen was between Don and Bob, stroking a stiff cock with each hand. The two men were running their hands all over her tits, ass and cunt.
She felt Don's mouth sucking on her neck, his finger moved faster. Wanting more, she leaned forward and away from him, falling onto her hands and knees, waving her ass, humping against his hand.
"Fuck me, Carl. Fuck me!" she moaned.
The finger withdrew and was replaced by a thicker, longer rod that slipped easily into her dripping cunt. It felt good, going deeper and deeper, boring in slowly until it finally bumped into her cervix and pushed against it. She held her hips still as he began moving back and forth in maddeningly slow strokes, long and slow, in and out, massaging the walls of her tense cunt channel. She looked ahead through lust-blurred eyes, breathing hard. The buzzing in her ears had shifted and was centered somewhere deep inside of her.
The man on the screen was pushing his long cock down into the wet cunt that was spread open before it. Another second and it was in to the hilt. The other men released the impaled girl's legs, now that she was pinned to the ground by a long prick and a man's hips pressed against her's. The man started fucking her in hard, brutal thrusts. Her legs flew up, her heels kicked him. It only egged him into plowing her ravished cunt with more force. His tight balls slapped against her little ass. The other two men had their cocks out, playing with them while they ran slobbering tongues all over her bouncing tits. One man sat on her chest, pinning her shoulders down with his knees. He pushed her soft, wet tits inward till they held his red cock. Then he started moving, his shaft slipping back and forth between the wet mounds, fucking her heaving tits.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Laura looked around. Don was staring at the screen, his hand on the back of Helen's sucking head. Bob was on his knees behind Helen, fucking her savagely. Laura realized he was staring at her, but she couldn't read the expression on his face. The buzzing deep inside of her became stronger, sending vibrations through her sweaty body. She dropped her head. Carl was moving faster now.
His fingers snaked around her back-humping hips and landed like a hot poker on her swollen clit. Little flames of pleasure licked up and out from her loins, spreading in an ever widening arc. She groaned, knowing she was going to come soon. Her eyes went back to the screen.
The third man was at the girl's head, his cock jabbing at her mouth. She was trying to avoid the contact by twisting her head from side to side. He grabbed her nose and pinched the nostrils shut. Her mouth flew open, gasping for air. He jammed the head of his prick between the open, full lips and down into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her matted hair as he forced more of the shaft past her teeth. The man between her legs was now thrusting into her with short, rapid jerks, the muscles in his ass clenching and relaxing in spasms. He threw his head back, pushed hard and held himself still. The girl's legs were spread open and limp, no longer resisting. The camera moved in behind the straining male buttocks. The image grew and filled the screen.
Huge balls swayed behind the hair-rooted, gigantic cock sticking out of the pussy under it. The cunt lips were stretched into a circle, clasping the visibly jerking pole. Rivulets of sweat trickled down the quivering, white female flesh. The massive pole slowly retreated, shiny and wet. The 'olds of the cunt entrance clung to it as if reluctant to let it go. Finally the cock slipped out. leaving a gaping dark hole that slowly closed as thick, white come oozed out and slid down between the compressed ass cheeks.
Laura's body was on fire. Her orgasm was coming on. Carl's cock was ramming into her pussy with hard, long strokes. Her cuntal walls were rippling up and down, the pressure behind them increasing. She rocked her body faster, meeting his long strokes with the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
"Faster, harder! Fuck me, shoot my cunt full!" she babbled.
Convulsions gripped her belly.
"Goood! Come, come!"
She felt the eruptions of his come blast against her womb, filling her with more and more of its liquid heat. His cock was jerking in her humid cave. The ripples in the walls of her pussy became great spasms. She was gasping for air, beyond caring what anybody saw or heard.
Searing bolts of light flashed out in all directions from the center of her lust, filling her brain with exploding pinpoints of rainbow light. She could hold herself up no longer. Her sweating body gradually sank down into the thick red carpet.
Laura's breathing slowed and deepened. Her vision cleared and she became aware of her body again. Something was going on. She was on her back. She looked down over her glistening stomach. Peggy was between her thighs, licking furiously at her drenched pussy. Another woman was eating her! It was wrong, wicked! Hell! It was great! Peggy's tongue struck her still-swollen clit and she jumped.
"Oh, Peggy! Don't stop! That feels sooo good!"
She looked over Peggy's upthrust ass and could hardly believe her eyes. Allegro Goscini was naked, sitting on a low stool. His big, round shoulders, chest and belly were covered by a black haze of hair. He looked like a Buddha! On her knees like a reverent worshiper, naked Sue was paying homage to the small, hard cock between his massive thighs. Her head was bobbing and weaving. Goscini stared down at her with a benevolent smile, his pudgy hands caressing her generous tits.
Peggy's tongue invaded her flooded tunnel, swabbing the slack walls. Laura shivered from the delicious sensations. Her cunt was sending signals again. So soon? She had just been fucked! What was she becoming? She didn't care about that now. She was hungry for more, more of anything, or anyone! The nerve endings in her pussy were heating up under Peggy's lashing tongue. She looked around the room.
Bob was on his back with Irene over his head, her pussy pressed to his face. Helen was riding up and down on his fabulous cock. That was what Laura would really like to have inside her, but she was going to have to settle for something else.
Don? He was busy trying to keep his cock in Helen's bucking mouth. Carl? He was down at her feet, stroking Peggy's hairy slit, his limp cock lying on his thigh. There was Walt, sitting alone, watching, his cock at half mast. She smiled at him and waved one hand in invitation, then glanced up at the screen.
The girl was on her hands and knees. Her body was moving violently. Her tits were shaking like palm trees in a hurricane. A man was under her, his cock plowing up into her cunt. Another man was behind her, his tool rooting into her asshole. The third man was in front, his hard-on rammed down her throat. The men who had raped her were perfectly still. The girl was doing it all by herself, fucking all three men at one time.
The sight drove Laura mad. Overpowering lust was boiling through her veins. Her belly ripped with a hard orgasm. She headed for another one. The flashing tongue in her cunt goaded her on. Her glazed vision was blocked by twin columns of thighs coming down on each side of her head. Trembling mounds of flesh approached her face. She wrapped her arms around the smooth globes and pulled them down to her open, waiting mouth. Her lips closed on a plump, hairy mound.
It was Peggy's cunt! Sweet Peggy, whose tongue was still lashing around in her come-soaked pussy. Laura swabbed her tongue between the gaping folds, seeking the hard button. She found it and sucked greedily, wanting to give what she was getting: Intense, bone-breaking pleasure.
She felt Peggy groan against her throbbing clit, and groan again when Walt's cock flew past Laura's nose and into Peggy's sweltering cunt. Laura leaned up and kissed the underside of the beautiful cock. She licked at it as it moved back and forth, drilling Peggy's cunt just inches from her face.
Something wet, blunt and hard struck her thigh, slid along it and plowed into her passion-raw cunt. She fucked her pelvis up to meet it. Big and long, hot and hard, it levered into her belly. It was Bob. She loved it. His big cock and Peggy's expert tongue were pushing her to the stratosphere. But he was fucking her awfully hard, brutal strokes that were ramming into her with such force that she thought her teeth would surely rattle loose. Other sensations partially blocked out the unpleasant aspects of his fucking. Fingers were mangling her tits, hard cocks were jerking in her fingers, mouths were sucking her hot tits, obscene words were streaming against her ears.
An earthquake seemed to hit the building. People were crying out. The lower half of her body was shaken into a million pieces, the upper half bathed in bright glory. A humming noise was coming down around her ears. Her mouth hung open, seeking air for her burning lungs. Her vision went totally black.
Chapter Five
Laura rolled onto her stomach and let the sun lamp do its work on her back. Bob had installed it in the sleeping compartment for her. She really enjoyed it, and it helped pass the time. Now and then she got bored sitting in the cab, especially with Bob acting the way he had been since they left Chicago three days ago. He was friendly, but it just seemed like he was a little distant and didn't talk as much as he used to. Something apparently was bothering him.
Was it Chicago? Chicago . . . even now she couldn't believe how she had behaved, fucking and sucking everyone in sight, male and female. She had even made a pilgrimage to Buddha! She smiled, thinking of how Goscini's hard little prick had flopped around in her mouth. But the sober thoughts returned. Her body had gotten completely out of control. The lust-filled situation had taken over her senses entirely. She didn't like the feeling of insecurity that gave her. It was too scary. She had enjoyed it, there was no denying that-her body wouldn't let her-but from now on she was determined not to lose control of herself again. She would dominate the situation instead of letting it dictate to her.
The vibrations coming through the truck from the pavement felt good. The front of her body was getting a gentle massage. If only Bob would loosen up again. He hadn't touched her since they had left the windy city. A wicked thought flashed through her mind. She slid the door to the cab open and tumbled onto the seat, bare-ass naked. The bright sunshine almost blinded her. "What the hell?" Bob blurted. "Mister, mister, I've lost my snake! Have you seen him? Can you help me find him?" she cried in a little girl voice. She pretended to be searching the floorboards, from one side to the driver's side. "Migod, Laura! What the hell are you doing?" "Just looking for my snake, mister."
She looked between his legs and grabbed his crotch with one hand. The truck swerved a little and then straightened.
"You better stop that!"
"There you are, you little pet! Hiding from me."
"Dammit, Laura, I can't stop this thing on this grade!"
She lowered his zipper and quickly pulled out his slumbering giant cock.
"Now I've got you, you bad little thing. Come to mama."
She stretched her body out on the seat and patted and caressed his velvet shaft as if it really were a pet. She wet her lips and kissed the capped head, running her tongue between the glans and the fold of flesh. The giant was coming to life, throbbing and growing before her eyes. Veins were pulsing with hot blood. She quickly took the head in her mouth, feeling the skin pulling back from the rapidly swelling knob. Relax! Relax! she thought and lowered her head again.
One third of his now-hard cock was in her mouth and poking into her throat. Someday she'd be able to take all of it and really blow his mind. She sucked as hard as she could, her cheeks collapsing around the rigid pole. The fingers of one hand scratched into the thick hair at its base, while the other hand jammed its way into his pants and rolled his balls gently. She moved her head up and down, sucking on the up-stroke, and wiping her tongue around it as much as she could on the down-stroke, in a steady fucking rhythm.
She felt the bumps as the truck slowed and left the pavement. Then it stopped, the motor idling, vibrating the cab.
Bob slumped down into the seat. "All right, you hot-blooded little cocksucker, just go to it," he laughed.
She increased the speed of her oral fucking and jacked the shaft up and down with both hands, in perfect unison with her head movements.
"Oh, shit, Laura, that feels good! Your mouth is so wet and warm. I want to come in it."
She wanted him to come in her mouth, too. She wanted to taste and feel his love cream. His hands slid down her back and parted the soft balls of her ass, searching. She got to her knees, giving him access to her pulsing cunt. Any trucker going by could see her, but she didn't care. It wouldn't be long now. A stiff finger penetrated her cunt, immediately ramming in and out in time with the mouth-fucking cock. It felt wonderful!
The giant she had captured was twitching and throbbing like mad in the confined space of her mouth. It was all she could do to keep it where she wanted it.
"Suck, suck, suck, baby! It's coming!" he groaned.
She lost it on an up-stroke, and the pearly come erupted into the air. She jammed it back into her mouth, catching the remaining gushes down her gulping throat. It was warm and salty, with an acidy tinge. She felt her own orgasm rumbling up from his finger fucking and moaned around the still jerking cock.
A passing truck whooshed by.
"Hey, eighteen-wheeler! You broke down?" The CB barked to life, chasing the static away.
"Naw, I'm just doing a little homework," Bob barked into the microphone.
Laura almost choked, trying to keep from laughing as the dying spurts of his come still filled her mouth.
"Ten-four on the homework. You got a nice lookin' seat cover there, good buddy."
"That's a big ten-four. Hope you find you some. We gone."
She could hold it back no longer. Laura collapsed on the seat, still fondling the now gentle cock and laughed, hurting her already aching jaws. Bob joined her, his hand tenderly patting her rump. * * * It was cool and drizzling rain when they drove into Seattle. Laura was enthralled by the lush green growth that flew past. It was so different from the Texas country where she had been raised. She smiled. She was quite a different person from that shy girl, too.
"After the best seafood dinner you've ever had, we're going to a fund-raising ball," Bob said.
"A what?"
"A dance to raise money for charity."
"That sounds like a lot of fun."
"By now you should know it will be," he chuckled. "It's a private party."
She leaned back, enjoying the sights and looking ahead to the evening.
Later, Laura slipped the yellow dress down over the pale yellow half-bra and bikini panties, noticing how much darker it made her light tan appear. She quickly applied her make-up. Bob was ready and waiting. The dress felt snug. She must have gained some weight. Her tits did feel a little heavier, and her face had filled out. Her lips were fuller and more sensual. The dark eyeliner made her green eyes look mysterious with promise. Damn, she looked pretty sexy even to herself! She fluffed the feathery dark clouds around her head and hurried out. She was suddenly hungry. * * * The dinner had been all that Bob had promised. The waterfront restaurant had been crowded, loaded with a marine atmosphere. Bob had been open and talkative throughout dinner. She patted her full stomach, thinking of another kind of hunger as the taxi pulled up to a narrow three-story house.
A tall, serious-looking man took Bob's name at the door and checked it against a list.
"Yes, here you are, Mr. Jackson," he said. He handed Bob a slip of paper which found its way into her purse.
She could hear soft music coming from the double doors they were approaching. Another grave-looking man admitted them. They walked into the long, narrow room. Four large chandeliers lit the scene, reflecting in dozens of mirrors hung along the walls. People dressed in evening attire almost filled the room. Some were dancing at the far end, where a small band played in front of a large window. Drinks were being dispensed by two uniformed maids from behind a long table.
Bob took her straight to the dance floor. He had become quiet again during the taxi ride and now said nothing as he whirled her around the floor. Soon a stranger cut in, and Bob gave her a weak smile as he walked away. The man holding her was tall and rugged-looking. She guessed he must have been in his forties. His salt-and-pepper hair was cut to a fashionable length, curving down around his ears. When their bodies brushed, she knew he kept himself in shape, as his body was firm and muscular. He kept her distracted with small talk, but she noticed Bob dancing with a busty brunette.
For the next hour, Laura was kept busy dancing, drinking and enjoying compliments from her partners. They were all polite and correct with her.
The song ended and she was surprised to see the musicians pack up their instruments when the applause died away. Her current partner led her to the bar. She searched for Bob, but couldn't locate him before a tinkling bell caught her attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to start the auction to raise funds for charity."
A smiling, tuxedoed man was standing on a low square table. Laura let the man at her elbow lead her, joining the people gathering around the speaker.
"Each of you ladies have a ticket with a number on it, and will please step up here and display the item to be auctioned when your number is called."
Laura retrieved the piece of paper from her purse. Why wasn't Bob beside her? Charity was okay, but this was a drag. Maybe he was arranging with another couple to meet later. The thought excited her and she turned back to the table.
"Since some of you ladies haven't been with us before, a lady who has attended often has volunteered to demonstrate how the item should be displayed. Georgia?"
The big-titted brunette Bob had been dancing with stepped up onto the table. Laura felt herself pulled along as the people crowded closer. What was happening? All the lights dimmed except for the chandelier above the table.
The brunette reached up to her neck and pulled downward, opening a slit in her gown that ran clear to the bottom of her rib cage. Women gasped in surprise as Georgia pulled the opening into a diamond shape and hooked the material on either side of her large, milky-white breasts. She stood straight, the globes of her tits jiggling, her hands on her hips. The fingers began bunching up her dress, higher and higher, revealing full thighs sheathed in nylon, and higher, until it was around her waist, exposing the crotchless pantyhose and her brown-furred cunt. The lips pouted out, squeezed by the nylon.
The bidding commenced as the smiling brunette slowly rearranged her clothing. It was over quickly. The successful bidder reached up to help his prize down. It was Bob. His tight pants sure weren't hiding his erection. Laura felt anger, knowing there was no reason for it. They had no strings on each other. It was replaced by anxiety as she heard her number being called.
She stepped up on the table, watching Bob and Georgia walk out of the room, her arm around his waist, his hand resting right in the middle of her swaying ass. Fuck him! It flashed across her mind and was gone. She faced the circle of men and women and with trembling fingers undid the snap and zipper at her back. She was going to expose herself to almost total strangers. The top of her dress fell to her waist. She felt them staring at the curves of her tanned breasts rising out of the pale yellow cups. She knew they could see part of the dark pink orbs that tipped them. Well, she'd show them some more.
She bent at the waist, letting them see her hanging cleavage as she grabbed the hem of her dress and straightened up. The material was now up around her waist. She let them stare at the black triangle of cunt hair through the sheer nylon. In spite of her effort to control it, she felt the dampness in her cunt. With both hands, she slowly rolled the panties down to just below her rapidly warming pussy.
"Since this is a new item being displayed, would anyone care to examine it closer before we start the bidding?"
Laura closed her eyes, concentrating on her resolution to control herself and the situation, but the picture that she made standing there, half-undressed in front of those people, kept intruding. A soft hand touched one of her thighs very lightly, making her tremble. It feathered up and brushed her black, curly thatch. Just that touch set nerves tingling. She almost jumped when the finger inserted itself between the moist cunt lips. Another hand caressed her tense buttocks.
The finger in front slid down and suddenly plunged into her cunt to the knuckle. A small panic gripped her and her eyes flew open. She looked into the eyes of the salt-and-pepper haired man. That was his finger in her cunt! His desire for her was written all over his face. He returned her stare as he slowly pulled his finger out of her warm, damp tunnel. Her hips jerked involuntarily as it withdrew.
Lust-filled gazes that she could feel flickered up at her as hoarse voices began bidding for her body. She was almost in a daze as she hid her charms again. She heard voices, but the numbers didn't register. Fighting to maintain control, she stood quietly waiting. Then it was over, and she was glad for the hand helping her down. It was the salt-and-pepper man!
"Shall we go?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes," she whispered.
"This way."
His hand was at her elbow. He was still very polite in spite of the hard-on she could plainly see, and the fact that he'd just had his finger in her moist tunnel. Then another hand landed on her hip. She looked around and saw another, smaller man walking beside her.
"Two of you?"
"We both wanted you so badly that we joined forces to ensure that nobody could outbid us," salt-and-pepper answered. "I'm Richard Wylie, and that's Craig Stephenson."
Craig ran his hand down over her soft ass.
"You're the sexiest little thing I've seen in a long time," he said.
"I'm flattered that you think so," she managed.
The thought of making it with these two men was turning her on. Craig was a young redhead with tight, curly hair and freckles sprinkled over his smiling face.
They guided her up the stairs and down a long hall. The two men followed her into the dimly lit bedroom. A king-sized bed was in the middle of the floor. A cabinet against one wall completed the simple furnishings. Soft music was coming from somewhere.
Richard took her in his arms, pressing his hot mouth against her open, full lips, his tongue probing her oral cavity. His hands pulled her tight to his tall, muscular body. She could feel his cock throbbing against her stomach through the clothing. Her passion flared up and she moved her pelvis from side to side, making his prick roll with her. One of his hands slipped between them and cupped a sensitive tit.
She felt the back of her dress being raised. Craig's hands pulled her panties down around her knees and alternately caressed and kneaded the soft, brown globes of her ass. His fingers pushed between the quivering spheres and pressed against her puckered anus. His mouth was sucking on her neck. Richard's tongue was still exploring her slack-jawed mouth.
She had to do something before she lost control again. Breathing heavily, she pushed Richard back and stepped aside. She turned to face the two men. Their stiff cocks were raging to be set free. Her sex mound was throbbing in anticipation.
"Okay, you hot studs, let's get a little organized here," she said huskily. "First thing to do is get these damned clothes off."
She stepped out of her panties and unzipped her dress as the men quickly stripped. In a moment her bra joined her dress on the floor. She stood naked before them as they finished undressing, not taking their eyes from her light brown body. Richard's prick was a good size, not as big as Bob's, but it would be enough to satisfy her, as hot as she was now. Craig's was even smaller, a throbbing wand sticking out of a red bush. She wondered how far she could control things.
"Okay, baby, let's fuck!" Craig croaked.
"Wait! I'd really like to go down on those lovely pricks."
"Goddamn! You're too much!" Richard said.
"Just get on the bed and we'll find out. I want to suck some cock."
She joined them on the bed, moving between them and facing their feet. She knelt down and took a swollen cock in each hand. She slowly massaged the tender skin of each shaft up and down. She had two men under her hands, waiting for the pleasure she could give them. She kissed the broad, red head of Richard's cock with soft, wet lips, flicking the tip of her tongue against the pinhole opening, lapping up the small clear drop of pre-seminal fluid. She deserted the big cock and turned to the smaller one. Her tongue trailed wet paths up and down its length, over the bulging veins and the engorged glans. Her hand was moving up and down Richard's hard tool.
Craig's hips jerked up. "Suck it, baby! That's good, but suck it!" he urged.
She paused, smiled to herself, then opened her mouth wide and plunged down, sinking the red head and shaft completely in her warm, wet mouth.
She had it all. Her nose was being tickled by his curly, red pubic hair. If only she could do this to Bob! Maybe, someday.
She immediately began raising and lowering her head, sucking on the upward motion and blowing and licking on the downward thrust. She moved her head in tight little circles, twisting and pulling on his throbbing, sensitive cockskin. She was fucking him with her mouth as fast as hard as she could, trying to drive him to orgasm.
His hips fucked back up at her, bouncing to meet her belly-bound lunges.
"Shit, you sweet little cunt! You really know how to suck cock! That's really great!" he groaned.
Richard's cock was throbbing hard in her hand, which kept moving up and down in time with the fucking motions of her head. She felt Craig's cock swell even more in her sucking mouth and knew he would come soon. It jerked once, then spewed out his load of hot cream. She took the first blast in her mouth and quickly shifted her oral attention to Richard's red hot poker, leaving Craig spurting into the air, still agitated by her masturbating hand.
She slipped her lips around Richard's suffering glans, letting his cock slide into her come-slippery mouth. This seemed to really ignite him. He started bucking up at her as if he were trying to drive his shaft clear through the back of her head. She found that she could take it all, letting it glide in and out without choking, sucking and licking when she could against his hard strokes.
A hand was pushing between her quivering ass cheeks. She spread her thighs, not caring whose hand it was. A finger thrust rudely into her humid sex cave, twisting and turning and poking. Another finger joined it and they started fucking in and out of her increasingly wet tunnel. Fingers were milking and squeezing down on one of her hanging, hobbling tits, tweaking the stiff nipple at the end of each stroke.
Richard was fucking her mouth in short, hard, fast strokes. Suddenly he heaved up into an arch, his tense buttocks straining.
"Here it comes, Laura! Take it all! Swallow it!" he groaned.
She took it all, gulping as fast as she could as the first heavy spurts shot into her throat. She sucked the madly throbbing cock as the jets slowly lessened and trickled to nothing. She slowly took her mouth from the deflated cock, squeezing it with her lips as she left.
Both men were still, breathing hard, their limp, wet cocks lying dead between their thighs. Her pussy was throbbing and wet, the heaviness growing deep in her loins. The fingers were still buried in her love slot, adding to her lust.
She wondered if they would do as she commanded.
"I'm really hot for some fucking now, but since it looks like neither one of you studs is in any condition to do that, how about someday going down on me?" she crooned.
They both moved to change position, and she knew that she had herself, and the situation, under control. She would get what she wanted, when she wanted it and how she wanted it.
"Oops! Craig first. Richard, you can fuck my tits if you like," she said.
Craig quickly crawled between her open thighs and started kissing up and down the hairy, swollen slit. Richard straddled her chest, positioning his cock between the soft pyramids of tit flesh. She pushed her tits together, imprisoning the tired warrior. He began moving, his limp cock being rubbed by the sweet friction of her soft tits.
Craig's fingers spread the petals of her cunt. She opened her thighs wider and tilted her pelvis up at his face. His tongue jabbed into her hot hole several times and then licked up and down her wide-open pussy. She sighed at the pleasure his stiff, wet oral probe was giving her. It flicked once, twice against her hardened clit, laved down into her open cunt entrance, out and down to her little anus. It licked around the tight opening gently, then the tip inserted itself just a little into her asshole. She felt her muscles contract as if they were trying to break off the questing tip of his tongue. She marveled at the intensity of the feeling. Then the tongue continued its journey up into her honey pot, out and up to her throbbing clit, and down again. She jumped each time it struck her rear opening.
Richard's cock was growing between her tits, right in front of her face. It was almost in full erection again. She craned her neck forward, licking out at the swelling heat when it came near.
Craig's tongue had lit the fires in her cunt. She wanted some hard, man meat in there, fucking the daylights out of her.
"Richard, I want you to stick that big cock in me! Now, now! Fuck me!" she moaned.
As Craig moved out of the vee of her thighs, Richard slid down her body, his hard cock slipping down across her slightly rounded belly and through the wet hair of her cunt. He got between her legs, looking down at her hot, gaping cunt. Staring at what he was doing, he took his pole in hand and bent it down.
Laura lifted her hips to meet him and moaned loudly as she felt the blunt head part her swollen folds of flesh and glide into her velvet sheath, drilling down, seeking the bottom of her cunt well.
"Damn! What a tight little pussy!" he gasped.
His probe struck her cervix and remained motionless, filling her, throbbing, the strong pulse countering her own. His hands covered her heaving tits, mashing and rolling them from side to side. He curled his body down and replaced one hand with his sucking mouth.
"K-rist!" Craig groaned.
Laura looked to see him standing by the bed, watching. His cock still hung down between his thighs. She motioned for him to come near.
When he was close enough, she reached out and pulled him closer by his soft handle. She guided the wilted weapon into her mouth, washing it with her saliva and her tongue, sucking it all in.
Richard began fucking in and out in long, gentle strokes, his shaft plowing in and out of her wet, clinging cunt in a steady rhythm. His pubic bone thudded against the pad of hers with each plunge, banging against the nub of her clit.
Craig's cock was growing rapidly in her mouth, lengthening and swelling, beating with a renewed vigor as he levered his hips back and forth.
The image of the brunette fucking three men at one time flashed through her mind, followed by the picture of Joyce, with Bob's gigantic cock stuck up her asshole. She wanted to try it, wanted to feel two pricks inside of her body at the same time.
She pulled her head back, leaving Craig's cock plugging into empty air through the circle of her fingers.
"Roll over, Richard. Get me on top!" she pleaded, almost having to grunt it out. His steel-hard cock was ramming in and out of her with greater force.
She held on tightly as he went through the maneuver, leaving her astride his middle, split by his still thrusting sex digit.
"Craig," she called. "Would you like to stick your cock up my ass?"
"Hot damn! Would I!" he exclaimed.
"You've got to be careful. I've never had it that way before."
"Well, well! A brown-eyed cherry. I know how to take care of that."
She watched him walk over to the cabinet, get something out and return to the bed. He dipped his fingers into a jar and smeared a thick ointment over the head and shaft of his jutting cock. She lost sight of him when he climbed up on the bed behind her.
His thumbs slipped between the tense cheeks of her ass, trying to spread them open. Richard was motionless, waiting, his cock deep inside her belly, throbbing and flexing.
She willed herself to relax, feeling the globes of her buttocks soften and spread under the pressure of Craig's thumbs. The touch of his wet tongue reaming around the puckered, little circle of her asshole sent chills up her spine. The asshole muscles tightened hard.
She concentrated and forced the muscle to relax again as his tongue entered her anus and moved from side to side in her rectum. Just the mass of that small probe sent waves of vibrations flowing through her body. She didn't know if she could stand his prick up there.
The tongue was replaced by a lubricated finger before the ring of muscle could contract. It pushed into her rectum slowly, aided by the lubricating ointment. It pushed back and forth, gently, pulling and pushing soft, sensitive tissue with it, expanding and relaxing her rear tunnel, preparing it for the hard cock that she knew would follow.
Anticipation flamed up in her. She humped her ass back at the reaming finger, making her clasping cunt move along the hard, male cock it held.
"Put it in! Stuff your cock up my ass! I want to feel it inside me!" she pleaded.
Her tits mashed and rubbed against Richard's hairy chest. His fingers dug into her asscheeks, helping to keep them spread open. The finger popped out. The slippery head of Craig's cock pressed against the closed hole and pushed. She felt the pressure growing as he pushed harder, slowly increasing the force behind his thrust.
Relax! Relax! She kept the word in front of her mind's eye. Laura felt the ring of muscle giving way to the invader. Suddenly the round head slipped into her rectal gates and stopped just past the stretched hole.
It felt huge to her, much bigger than she had imagined it would. Then it was forcing its way deeper into her bowels, slowly forcing the channel to expand and accept it. Slowly, slowly, deeper and deeper. She groaned as it jammed into her back passage. It was filling her. She could feel its movement in her already stuffed pussy through the thin wall separating the two channels. Finally it was all inside, his balls resting against that little space between the two buried cocks.
"Motherfucker! I've never been in anything so damned tight in my life! Front, back, or anywhere else!" Craig groaned.
The two, motionless pricks throbbing inside of her were driving Laura crazy with lust.
"Fuck me, will you?" Just fuck me!" she cried.
The greased rod in her ass began sliding in and out of the tightly squeezing tunnel. The bigger cock in her juiced-up pussy began moving. Soon they settled into a steady, alternating rhythm: Craig's cock going in as Richard's was coming out. Slam-slam-slam, into her quaking body they pounded. The double fuck was sending bolts of white heat from her lower body straight up to her brain. She couldn't move. Craig's hands were wrapped around her hips, pulling himself into her asshole as much as he was pushing. Her ass and cunt were being pounded and plowed.
She gasped for air and reached for Richard's face. She glued her mouth to his and sent her tongue into mortal combat with his, back and forth from mouth to mouth, whirling, licking and sucking. She shuddered through an orgasm that quickly faded as the ravaging shafts started driving her toward another one. They were moving faster and faster in shorter strokes, her cunt slurping and milking around the long plunging cock, her rear tunnel pressuring the smaller cock like a too-small glove.
Both men were grunting like wild animals as they jack-hammered in and out of her soft, willing body, faster and faster. Her ass was buffeted by the double blows. Sweat-drenched flesh slapped together again, again, again. A tremendous pressure was building in her loins. The orgasm to end all orgasms was coming on. Her scalp was tingling. Goosebumps rippled up and down her skin. It seemed as if her whole belly was ready to burst open. She was suffocating. It was there!
"I'm commmiinng! Come, come, come! Drown my pussy! Fill my asshole, pleeassse!" she screamed.
The tidal waves of a convulsing orgasm ripped through her again and again, leaving her wracked by great shudders in the grip of the two madly fucking men.
The cock in her pulverized cunt exploded, shooting great jets of come that swirled around her tender cervix and coated the stretched, raw cuntal walls as it oozed down the jerking pole. Her rectal sheath was showered by great blasts of come that lubricated it even more for the still plunging, but deflating organ it held. The two men were jerking in spasms at her now helpless, collapsed body. They groaned their satisfaction.
Craig's limp cock slowly pulled out of her and he fell on the bed beside them. Laura was on Richard's heaving chest, his cock still in the come-soaked well of her cunt. She tried to fight the haze and catch her breath, but it was just too much effort. She relaxed, surrendering to the gentle tides that were still rippling through her.
Chapter Six
The trip to Los Angeles had gone well. Bob had acted more like the guy she had left with, from Houston. He had been full of stories about the adventures he'd had while driving his truck all over the country, and of the strange people he had met. They had been comfortable with each other again, like they had been before Chicago. Now they were being whisked along a mountain drive in the hills above Los Angeles in a chauffeured limousine.
"Tell me again about this party?" Laura asked.
"As I told you, the host is a very rich VIP. He throws one of these shindigs every once in a while. You may not even see him. Sometimes he shows up, and sometimes he doesn't."
"What's the point in his having the party if he's not there?"
"I didn't mean he isn't there, I meant that he doesn't always make an appearance."
"Oh. I see ... I think."
"You'll understand before the night is over. Don't be surprised at anything you see or hear."
The car stopped, then swept through open iron gates and up an expansive, tree-lined driveway.
"I don't know what could surprise me now," she said.
"We'll see about that."
The car stopped in front of a large, two-story mansion. It was difficult for Laura to tell how big it was in the dark, but the soft glow from the many windows on both floors told her it was very big. A single light illuminated the steps in front of the massive wooden doors.
They were met at the door by a very dignified butler. His hanging jowls reminded her of a sad-eyed bloodhound.
"This way, madam," he said, gesturing toward a door on her right.
Laura hesitated.
"It's okay, go ahead," Bob reassured her. He walked toward a door on the left side of the small entry hall. She couldn't see into the house. It was closed off by another set of big doors.
Laura walked into the large room, not knowing what to expect. The paneled walls were lined with open closets and drawers. Two young, pretty girls approached her. They were dressed in maid's uniforms, but Laura noticed that the outfits were cut very low in front, revealing tempting mounds of pink flesh. The skirts were very short above the black nylon-sheathed legs.
"Good evening. I'm Jane and this is Paula," the blonde said. "We're here to help you dress for the party."
"But I am dressed," Laura protested. "Oh no, those clothes won't do. Come and see."
She followed Paula to a long, open closet that displayed a rainbow of colors. Paula pulled out a blue haze of gauze material.
"The blue, don't you think, Jane?"
"Yes, definitely," the blonde replied.
Paula laid the blue gown across Laura's bare, tanned arm.
"You expect me to wear that?" she asked.
"Yes indeed, madam. No need to be alarmed," Paula said. "All the ladies are dressed in similar fashion, as you'll soon see. '
Laura let the two young girls have their way. It was as if she was outside of her own body, watching. Their hands and fingers flew about her body and quickly stripped her naked. Feathery touches that she knew amounted to many more than a necessary number, ignited little sparks in her nervous system. Gentle hands held her limbs as they were moved this way and that. Soft, slithery material floated around and onto her body.
When they were finished, they led her to a full-length mirror. She beheld a brown sex goddess, suspended in a light blue cloud. Under the floor-length, almost completely transparent blue gown, a sheer, blue bra cupped the round melons of her tits. It was edged by a delicate ribbon of lace and veed low in the middle to expose the rise and fall of their curves as she breathed. Gauze-thin bikini panties hugged her hips. They had no crotch, and the black patch of her cunt hair stood out clearly against the blue surrounding it. Her long, tanned thighs flickered through the blue that folded back on itself here and there.
"You said all the women are dressed like this?" she exhaled.
"Yes," Jane replied. "It saves a great deal of time and trouble."
"Inhibitions seem to be discarded with the clothes, and one doesn't have to hunt for them at the end of the evening," Paula added.
In spite of herself, Laura felt a blush burning her cheeks. She might as well be naked, running around in that outfit, in front of complete strangers, too! Remembering her resolution against letting the situation dominate her, she got a grip on her emotions. She turned away from her reflection.
"I might as well join them," she said.
Paula's light touch at her elbow led her to another door.
"This way, madam. Please enjoy yourself."
Laura walked into the room. It was full of men and women, laughing, talking, smoking and drinking. It could have been any cocktail party except that, just as Jane and Paula had told her, the women were all clad in transparent gowns in all the colors of the spectrum. Some wore garter belts and long hose, some had open-front bras, exposing the nipples, and all wore bikinis, though some were crotchless. The men wore only thigh-length robes and string pouches in a variety of colors. As Laura got over the visual shock, she realized that the host had taken care in making up his guest list. They were all relatively young and well-formed. There were no middle-aged spreads in that group!
She stepped farther into the room, looking for Bob. He had to be there. It couldn't have taken him very long to dress-or undress-not when the men were wearing so little.
Before she could spot him, a man stepped in front of her and blocked her way.
"Hi. I'm Ted. Like a drink?"
"My name's Laura and I sure would. Thanks."
She took the offered glass and quickly surveyed the tall, muscular young man in front of her. Long, blond hair topped the tanned face, twinkling blue eyes, dazzling white smile, a muscular, tanned swimmer's body. Her glance didn't miss the large bulge of the red pouch suspended between his thighs.
"Did you come with someone?"
She felt his eyes roaming over her luscious curves, which were scarcely hidden.
"Yes, but I don't see him."
"Don't worry about him. He's probably already-made a contact. Just worry about enjoying yourself."
"How does all this work?" she asked.
Ted took her arm and led her through the mass of chatting people. They seemed to be unaware of how they were dressed, or maybe "uncaring" was more accurate.
"This room is the central room in the house," he said. "It's reserved strictly as a contact point. No grab-ass allowed. There are plenty of rooms around the house for whatever fun people want to arrange. The entertainment is presented here, but that's all. In fact, a show should be starting any time."
"Is our host here?"
"If he is, I haven't seen him."
"He seems to be a pretty mysterious fellow."
"Some people think he's a little strange, but as long as he's putting orgies like this together, he can be as eccentric as he wants, as far as I'm concerned."
The lights blinked once and then dimmed. Laura felt Ted's hand at her elbow.
"Good, it's time to get this party going. C'mon."
He pulled her toward the opposite end of the room. He found a place for them on a long couch that faced a curtain. Other people gathered around, some sitting, some standing, all patiently waiting. Another couple was on the couch, a voluptuous blonde in green and a well-built, black-haired man.
The curtains slowly parted to reveal inky blackness. Then a bright light speared down from overhead. Two girls and a man stood in the center of the stage. One girl was younger, short and slender. Her long black hair hung over her shoulders, small perky tits tilted up, and the black thatch of her pussy was framed against the pale, golden gleam of her thighs.
The second girl was taller. Long brown hair tumbled around her face, and her body looked generous compared to the first girl. Her full, soft, white tits swayed gently with her breathing. A narrow waist flared into wide hips and brown, curly cunt hair above the columns of white thighs.
Between them stood a tall man. He was well over six feet. His body was slender but well-muscled. Laura inhaled sharply when her gaze fell on the limp cock dangling between his thighs. It was as long as Bob's when he had a hard-on! If one of those girls was going to take that monstrous weapon into herself, Laura wanted to see it.
As if in answer to Laura's thoughts, both girls sank to their knees beside the man. In unison, they began kissing up and down the shaft of the long cock that lay between their faces. White hands lifted the brown prick to a horizontal position, pointing out at the onlookers in the dark room.
The smaller girl's tongue flicked out. She licked and sucked along the length of soft cock. The taller girl's mouth was busy on the other side of the shaft, her palms cradling the huge organ. Small, slender hands gently massaged the man's balls. He watched the kneeling females intently, one hand on top of each bobbing head.
Laura watched, amazed, as the big cock began to respond to the ministrations of the two girls. It started expanding and getting longer, jerking spasmodically. The girls increased the tempo, running their wet tongues back and forth, pausing to suck here and there, or to nip it gently with their teeth. Slowly, the huge monster rose from its soft, white bed. Up and up it swung, getting bigger and harder. Laura heard the blonde next to her moan softly.
The long pole was pointing straight up. Laura could see the pulse throbbing through the engorged veins that latticed the twitching shaft under the broad, bulbous head.
The two girls drew away. The brunette laid on her back, drew her knees up and opened her legs as wide as she could. Her plump, hairy cunt was visible to everyone in the room. The man quickly got down on his knees and slipped his big hands under the soft cushions of her ass, lifting as his mouth clamped down on her bushy pussy. The remaining girl got behind him and probed between his tense ass cheeks with her tongue as her small hands slid between his thighs and massaged his monstrous cock. The man's face pulled away and Laura could see his broad tongue lapping up and down between the cuntal lips, jabbing into the girl's cunt, then swooping up to her clit. The girl was humping against his face, her hands rolling the globes of her tits, fingers tweaking the hard, pink nipples.
Laura felt the desire rising in her loins. Ted's hot hand was caressing her thigh through the filmy material of the gown. She reached for his crotch and squeezed the big, hard bulge she found there. His fingers slipped through the opening in the robe and quickly slid down her belly and across the narrow band of blue into her open crotch. The tip of one finger inserted itself into her hot, damp slit. She opened her thighs a little, inviting him to dip deeper into her honey pot.
The man on the stage had his arms hooked under the brunette's knees. The other girl pulled his gigantic cock down into line with the brunette's gaping wet pussy. He leaned forward and lodged the broad knob in the pink cuntal mouth. Slowly, he pushed in so slowly. Inch by inch, the long shaft drove into the girl's belly, stretching the soft flesh around it. The smaller girl bent over the girl being impaled by the huge rod. Her mouth went from tit to tit, licking and sucking. The brunette's head was flung back, her arms outstretched, open and submissive.
Ted's finger was moving inside her cuntal channel, and Laura slid her fingers inside his tight pouch and grasped the hot, hard cock she found there. She was more than ready to get fucked. She leaned against him.
"Can we go somewhere?" she whispered.
"Not yet. You haven't seen the best part."
The man was supporting himself with rigid hands and toes. His body was a straight line. The girl was balled up under him, her ankles hooked over his shoulders. His huge cock was moving straight down into the open cunt under him. Only about two inches of the long shaft was still visible. Another thrust and his belly collided against hers. He was in to the hilt.
Laura found it hard to believe what she was seeing. No woman could take that tremendous prong, but it was being done right in front of her.
The girl was moaning. "Fuck me! Move that big, beautiful cock! Fuck me outta my everlovin' mind!"
The man began levering his body up and down. The long, glistening-wet shaft slithered out and plunged back in. He fucked her in long, hard strokes, again and again. His muscles strained to hold the position he was in, his pussy-plowing cock visible to everyone.
He flipped one of the girl's legs over and twirled her onto her knees as if she were a doll, all without withdrawing his pounding prick from her belly. He drove in and out of her in harder strokes, his hips slamming against her trembling white buttocks. His fingers gripped and spread the cheeks of her ass. One finger screwed into her asshole, making her shudder and moan. Her whole body was shaking. When the long finger was coming out of her ass, the pile-driving hard shaft was ripping into her cunt.
"Now, Cassie! Now!" she cried.
The black-haired girl quickly arranged herself under the bobbing brown head, her thighs open, offering her pussy to a gasping red mouth. The brunette's nose and mouth burrowed into that dark patch of hair, rutting into it in a frenzy of licking and sucking.
The sight of the three heaving bodies was almost more than Laura could take. She could feel her cunt dripping under the gentle probing of Ted's finger. She was about to ask him again if they could find a room when the action on the stage froze the thought in her brain.
The man withdrew his cock from the girl's cunt and placed the dripping head against her small, puckered anal opening.
Laura couldn't believe that he really intended to fuck her in the ass with his monstrous bludgeon. Her cunt quivered around Ted's stroking finger in anticipation.
The tall man pushed his hips forward. The girl's ass wiggled violently. It was difficult to tell if she was trying to assist him in his penetration, or to repel him. Suddenly, the huge knob burst past the anal ring and into her rectum. Gripping her hips with his big hands, he strained forward, slowly driving his relentless shaft deeper and deeper into the girl's bowels.
Laura's eyes were riveted on the sight of that long, wet prick disappearing inch by inch into the unresisting asshole. She could hear the girl moaning and gurgling into the pussy of the smaller girl, who was whipping her hips up and down now.
Finally, the man's cock was buried out of sight, his balls resting against white thighs, he got his feet under him and leaned down over the girl's back. He grasped a milky white tit in each hand. He fucked her in short, hard strokes, making her entire body jump with the force of his body blows. He moved faster and faster, his mouth gasping for air. The brunette's face came up out of Cassie's swampy pussy.
"Shit! Shit! I'm comming! Fuck it harder!
Harder!" she screamed.
Convulsive shudders swept through the girl's body and she fell forward. Her ass slid down and off the huge shaft that kept spurting great gobs of thick come into the air. Cassie quickly crawled over the white, prostrate body and grabbed the jerking cock with both hands. The man fell onto his back and the girl straddled him in a flash. She placed the slimy head against her little cunt and sank down on it, burying the deflating organ within her belly in one motion.
"Ready to go now?" Ted whispered.
"God, yes!" Laura breathed.
She looked to her left and saw that the other couple had already disappeared. Looking around in the dim light as Ted guided her through the room, she saw that about half of the people were still there, intently watching the small tanned body riding up and down on the long cock. Hands were busily stroking tits, cunts or cocks, but there was no heavy sex going on.
Laura followed Ted down a long, dimly lit hallway. Her thighs felt heavy and her cunt was aching to be filled by something bigger than his finger.
She walked through the door Ted held open for her. The room was big. A love seat and overstuffed chair flanked the canopied, king-size bed. She felt Ted's hand sliding around her rib cage, burning her flesh through the thin material. She turned and melted her body against his, feeling the bulge of his erect cock pressing against her belly. Her arms flew up around his neck. She opened her mouth to his seeking tongue.
His fingers dug into the soft, brown cheeks of her ass, pulling her hips tighter against his, pressing his cock even harder into her hot body.
Her tongue followed his back into his mouth. She was consumed by lust. Breathing was becoming difficult. All she could think of was getting Ted's cock inside of her.
She broke away from him and stepped back toward the big bed. Her hands quickly untied the gown. It floated to the floor.
"Come. Eat me! Suck me! Fuck me!" she sighed. "I want your big cock in my cunt!"
Ted threw the robe off and tore the red cloth from his middle. His erect cock sprang up toward the ceiling. He followed her across the room as it leveled, aiming straight at Laura, who sat on the foot of the bed.
"That's a lovely cock," she whispered. "I can't wait to taste it and feel it fucking me."
He stood in front of her, his hard organ just inches from her face. "It's all yours, baby. You turned me on the minute I saw you."
She pulled it to her open mouth and began licking the inflamed head. She palmed his hairy balls in one hand and gently massaged them. His hips began moving back and forth. More of his long cock came into her mouth, sliding easily into her wet oral cavity. She wanted it all. She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, feeling the velvet hardness slither down into her throat.
Her nose burrowed into his blond thicket of pubic hair. She squeezed the cheeks of his muscled ass, urging him to fuck her mouth. He rocked back and forth, his hard cock sliding in and out of her sucking mouth. She moved her head in circles, twisting his prick around and around, laving it with her tongue when she could. His fingers were stroking her hard-nippled tits through the flimsy bra.
"Goddamn," he grunted. "You really know how to suck cock! It feels great!"
Again and again she took his hard cock down her throat, grateful that he didn't have a short fuse. She wanted to feel him blast off inside of her aching cunt. She fell back onto the bed. His cock popped out of the tight circle of her lips.
"Eat me! Suck my hot pussy!" she groaned.
She felt his finger slide between her hot tits and under the band of the thin bra. He ripped it from her body. She shuddered in anticipation. His fingers grasped the crotchless panties and tore them away.
She looked at him with lust-blurred vision. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at her naked, writhing body.
"You're the hottest little cunt I've seen in a long time."
She smiled at him. She threw her legs open, placed both hands on her pussy and pulled the swollen lips apart.
"My cunt sure is hot, and it's just waiting for you to do something about it," she crooned.
He fell to his knees between her open thighs and began running his tongue up and down the cunt that was spread open just for him.
Laura tangled her fingers in his long hair and felt all of her senses concentrate on what he was doing to her. She reveled in the tongue that was swiping up and down, rummaging in her hot cunt, jabbing again and again into her steaming channel, licking at her rosebud anus, sucking on the stiff nub of her clitoris. She felt only that. She heard nothing, was aware of nothing else. Her body was suspended in mid-air, being penetrated again and again by his wet oral digit.
"You've got a real live wire there, Ted."
The deep male voice thundered through her lust-fogged brain. She opened her eyes and shook her head, trying to bring the swimming room into focus. There was another couple in the room. It was the blonde and the man who had sat beside them on the couch. They were standing on either side of the bed.
Ted was still sucking, licking and probing. He hadn't missed a single stroke in his rhythm. The blonde reached down and lightly stroked Laura's nearest tanned tit.
"Mind if we join in?" she smiled. Laura shivered under the cool fingers that were caressing her hot flesh. She couldn't let the situation dominate her again. She had to control what was happening.
"Please do," she sighed. "Will you suck my tits? They're aching for some loving too." "You are a hot little piece," the blonde laughed. She bent down, and Laura felt the cool wetness of her mouth close around a hard nipple, and soft fingers lightly gliding over the other breast. Laura idly fondled the hanging tits of the woman and smiled at the man who stood with his huge erection in his hand.
"Bring that beautiful prick to me," she commanded. "I want to suck it."
The man climbed onto the bed, kneeling by her head. "Whatever you say, baby."
Laura grabbed the stiff organ and pulled it toward her open mouth. Her lips closed around the engorged head, and her tongue washed around and around the pulpy meat. She grabbed his balls, making him groan as she pulled him closer, taking more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Down and down she took it, until half of his length was inside of her mouth and throat.
Flaming sensations were ripping through her body from her steaming cunt, heaving tits and cock-filled mouth.
She noticed the large mirror suspended above the bed. She could see all that was being done to her and what she was doing. There was Ted's head bobbing up and down between her open thighs, his hands kneading the cheeks of her ass. The blonde's head covered one tit, her hand gently rubbing the other brown globe. The man's long prick was sliding in and out of her mouth.
She watched intently as spasms of an orgasm rippled through the tanned, black-haired girl in the mirror. Little tongues of white heat flickered up from her cunt. She pushed the man away from her head and pulled the blonde's face up to her own. Their eyes met. Laura kissed her full on the mouth, running her tongue between the pliant red lips.
"I want to eat your pussy," Laura whispered.
"Oh, you hot little bitch," the blonde sighed. "I want to get at your sweet little cunny too."
"Okay you guys, just get out of the way," Laura ordered.
She pushed Ted's face from between her thighs. He fell away from the vee of her legs and the blonde quickly straddled her chest, facing the foot of the bed. Her pointed tongue trailed a hot, wet path down over Laura's tight belly and into the wet patch of black hair guarding her cunt.
Laura watched in the mirror as the blonde's arms hooked behind her knees and pulled back, raising her ass and opening her entire cuntal and rectal area to assault.
The blonde's soft mouth planted gentle kisses on the tender flesh of Laura's inner thighs. Laura felt goosebumps quivering up where the loving lips visited. She stroked the soft, white, rounded buttocks suspended above her head, entranced by the sight of the small, pink, puckered anus and the long, narrow slit, hidden by a thick haze of golden hair.
Laura could not contain the gasp that escaped from her throat when she felt the blonde's lips nibbling at her hot, swollen cuntal lips. Little sparks of lust tingled through her already inflamed loins. The blonde's small, pointed tongue slowly inserted itself between the black thatched cuntlips, moving from side to side, prying the sticky folds apart, lapping at the exposed tender inner folds.
Laura could restrain herself no longer. She pulled the white hills of soft woman flesh down to her mouth and licked eagerly at the narrow pink slit. She felt the blonde grunt in appreciation against her pussy. She quickly found the woman's stiff clitoris and sucked gently on it, flipping it around and around with the tip of her tongue.
She felt the blonde's wet oral probe dip into her hot cuntal canal again and again. She felt its wet trail slither out across the narrow strip of flesh to her anus, where it again dipped into her lusting body. Back it went to the steaming tunnel of her cunt, in and out and up to her aching clit.
The strong suction of the blonde's mouth on her throbbing nub of flesh made Laura groan in ecstasy. She redoubled her efforts, thrusting her tongue deep into the cunt pressing against her face. She scratched lightly at the spasming asshole between those trembling white pillows of ass flesh.
The suction on her clit eased as the convulsions of an orgasm swept up her body. She pushed one finger into the blonde's asshole. The woman responded as if Laura's finger had been a ten inch cock. Her hips began weaving and humping.
Laura pulled her head away from the quivering thighs and looked for the men. They were sitting on each side of the bed. They were watching intently, obviously enjoying the spectacle in front of them. Their erect cocks were pointing at the ceiling.
"Ted, come and fuck her in the ass," Laura commanded.
"Damn right I will!" he exclaimed. "I've been waiting for the chance to put this hard-on somewhere."
Laura swiveled her head around to the black-haired man. "You can put yours in my ass, if you like," she smiled.
"Would I ever!"
Ted's long prick swept into view above her. She curled her fingers around the throbbing shaft and placed the broad head against the small opening that had recently held her finger. She watched the big knob push into the tender flesh, pulling soft tissue with it. The blonde raised her head and grunted as the muscles gave way under the pressure and the cockhead popped into her asshole.
Laura slapped the white ass. "Get your face back in my cunt, bitch!" she barked.
"Oh, you sweet little whore," the woman groaned. She plunged her face back into Laura's steaming pussy. Her tongue licked furiously in and out of Laura's quaking cunt channel.
Laura watched the long inches of Ted's cock steadily disappear into the woman's asshole, inch by slow inch. Then she felt the insistent pressure against her own rear entrance. She willed her muscles to relax and accept the intruder. The massive head slipped inside, and she felt the thick pole burrowing in right behind. Deeper and deeper it drilled, stretching and filling her rectal channel. Deeper and deeper it drove, until her bowels ached from the effort of accommodating the unbending slab. Finally it was in.
Above her, Ted was moving, whipping back and forth, his balls dancing, his glistening rod pounding in and out, his hips meeting the blonde's ass in rapid, hard collisions. Laura pulled her eyes away from that sight and sucked greedily again on the woman's clit, returning the suction she felt being applied to her own.
The black-haired man was ass fucking her in long, gentle strokes, the pleasure and pressure slowly building deep inside of her. The blonde's tongue was a darting flame flickering around, in, out and through her swampy cunt. Laura was lost in her own world of raw nerve endings that jangled with all the sensual messages they were carrying throughout her body.
She suddenly realized that the space between her thighs was empty. Cool air was striking the hot cunt above her filled, burning ass. The blonde's head was gone. She heard the girl's guttural cries.
"Hellfire! Fuck my ass! Deeper, harder! I feel it, sooo good! Fuck the shit out of me! Now, now, now!"
Laura dropped her head back onto the bed and watched as Ted's cock flashed back and forth in short strokes with blinding speed, surging and pounding, reaming in and out of the woman's ravaged asshole. The blonde's hips were bucking back at his, begging for more and more.
Ted plunged in to the hilt and strained against the weaving white ass. "Here it comes, baby!" he grunted.
"Oh, yes! I feel it! I'm coming too!" the blonde gasped.
Then both of them were gone from Laura's sight. Down between her wide-open thighs stood the black-haired man, slowly backing out of her ass until his long cock slid out and sprang upright. She realized he must have pushed the blonde off of her.
"Now, you hot little cunt, I'm going to fuck you right out of your mind," he whispered, bending his cock down toward her open, wet cunt.
"Do it! Do it! Fill me up and fuck me with that big cock!" Laura cried, tossing her head from side to side.
Laura felt the huge head lodge in the opening her hot pussy. His hands hooked under her thighs, lifting and opening her legs until the strain was almost hurting her. The thick shaft bored down and into her, pushing the slippery walls aside. She could see the swollen-veined cylinder of flesh disappearing into the glistening, black, curly hair of her cunt. Down and down it went, filling her, stretching her flesh almost to its limits, a massive lance spearing deep into her knotted belly. Finally she had it all inside of her. His hairy balls slapped gently against her now ultra-sensitive asshole. His hand left her thighs and came to rest on her heaving tanned tits, massaging and kneading them.
His fingers tweaked the stiff nipples as his hips began moving back and forth, rotating. Laura could feel the huge cock swirling around in her foaming cunt as it traveled back and forth, prodding the walls of her cuntal canal, reaming and massaging her hot, inner flesh. It was moving with such action that her pussy muscles couldn't contract fast enough to clamp down and squeeze the slithering pole. Only at the end of his stroke, when the throbbing head was jammed against her womb, could she bring her muscles into play.
She moaned softly and quivered under him, her hips jerking involuntarily, trying to match his strokes. Her arms were flat on the bed, her fingers curled into the mattress, trying to give her body some leverage to meet him.
She was suspended in time and space, impaled on a great pulsating, weaving rod of steel-like cock. She was aware of nothing else. It seemed as if his maddening motions would go on forever, always keeping her just on the brink of dissolving.
His pace suddenly changed and he began hammering in and out in straight, lightning-fast lunges. His fingers dug into the soft globes of her breasts, his palms flattening the turgid nipples. Now her body could move to meet him, her hips thrusting up to collide with his, again and again. Through her roaring brain, she heard him groan. Deep in her belly, she felt the mighty eruptions of his come gushing into her convulsing channel.
His pace suddenly changed and he began hammering in and out in straight, lightning-fast lunges. His fingers dug into the soft globes of her breasts, his palms flattening the turgid nipples. Now her body could move to meet him, her hips thrusting up to collide with his, again and again. Through her roaring brain, she heard him groan. Deep in her belly, she felt the mighty eruptions of his come gushing into her convulsing channel.
When she regained her senses, Laura looked around to see her three partners on the bed beside her.
Ted was on his back, his hands tangled in the long, blonde hair that bobbed up and down above his crotch. The black-haired man was behind the kneeling blonde, his long pole slipping easily in and out of her pussy. He had one finger imbedded in her asshole. His eyes were closed as he fucked her slowly and leisurely.
Laura rolled off of the bed and retrieved her gown from the floor. She padded through the door and down the carpeted hill, determined to see more of this mansion of sex, tired though she was.
Chapter Seven
The desert sun was a red ball hung over the shimmering heat of the Phoenix dusk. Laura picked idly at the plate of food in front of her. It had been a long, tiring drive from Los Angeles. The desert had been blinding hot, and Bob had hardly spoken a word to her. He had fallen back into the sullen silence that she had come to regard with less and less patience.
She knew how she had behaved, but that wasn't supposed to make any difference in their relation ship, by his own words. His attitude had been irritating her all day. She dropped her fork onto her plate.
"Okay, Bob, let's get it out into the open. What is bothering you? You've been a clam all day."
"It's nothing. Just let it go, it'll pass."
"Pass, nothing! You've acted angry with me all day and I want to know why. Is it because of last night?"
"Yes."
"You said ..."
"I know what I said."
"Well then?"
His eyes lifted to meet hers. For some reason, she felt uncomfortable under his steady gaze. She wished she had waited until they had returned to their room to start this conversation.
"I've come to realize that I care very much for you."
She didn't know what to say.
"But I've seen how you have gotten carried away in the whole business, and I just don't know if one man can satisfy you. It seems to take more than one, and then you insist on dominating the situation. You've learned how to use your sex appeal very well."
"Oh, Bob!" Feelings that she hadn't known in years swept through her. She wanted this man!
"I have a confession to make too," she murmured. "There have been times when I've been jealous of your being with other women. Now I know why. I love you. No other man can do the things to me that you can do."
His deadly serious expression changed to one of happiness.
"But what about the lifestyle you've taught me?" she asked. "Would you miss it?"
"To be honest, yes. Being with a woman is special in a different way, and I enjoy the honesty of feelings and the freedom from guilt."
"We don't have to give it up. We can still swing when we feel like it," he offered.
"And be by ourselves when we feel like it?"
"Like now?"
"Yes. Let's get out of here."
His face broke into the biggest smile she had seen on him in days. He quickly paid for the half-eaten meal and they hurried toward their room.
Inside the room, Laura turned to face him when she heard the door softly close and the lock click into place.
She held out her arms. "Come here, my big darling bear," she whispered.
He stepped into her arms, towering over her. She slipped her arms around him, her mouth up and open to his. Their lips met and she sent the tip of her tongue sliding along his teeth and into his mouth, probing in and out. She could feel his erect cock throbbing against her belly, feel its heat through the layers of cloth.
She leaned back and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. She planted wet kisses across his muscular, hairy chest. His big hands were gently massaging the soft globes of her ass. She found a nipple with her hot lips and sucked it erect while her small fingers caressed the big bulge in his pants.
She slid down his body, kneeling in front of him, her fingers fumbling in haste with the buckle and zipper. Then they were open and she pulled trousers and shorts down. His long, thick slab of cock swayed from its hairy bed in front of her. She curled her soft fingers around its throbbing girth and moved them up, bulging the skin out and around the massive blunt heard and then down, exposing the deep-purple, plum shape that could drive her up the walls. She looked up into his eyes.
"I love you and I love your big, beautiful prick," she whispered.
She flattened her tongue and wetly ran it up the underside of the long shaft, feeling the ridges of engorged veins, the notch around the big glans, over the smooth, stretched skin to the small opening at the end.
With both hands she pulled the long pole down to a fully horizontal position and sucked the big head into her mouth. She washed it lovingly with her tongue as she transferred her hands around his hips and gripped his muscular ass. She pulled him forward, taking more of his cock inside of her mouth. Steadily, she kept pulling. Inch by inch the prick entered, stretching her lips, plunging farther into her mouth, almost choking her.
She concentrated hard. She wanted to take it all. The urge to gag passed and more of his cock slid in and down her clutching throat. Over half of his length was now buried in her mouth and throat. She felt a hot desire burning between her thighs. She could scarcely breathe. Her ears were buzzing. His voice barely registered.
"Stop, baby, you can't take all of it!"
She dug her nails into his ass, pulling him closer. More of his hot, throbbing cock forced its way in, deeper and deeper into her throat. She was swallowing an endless cock. Then her nose brushed his thick, black pubic hair and she knew that she had done it, had taken all of him! She heard him gasp.
"My God! I don't believe it! No woman has ever been able to do that! It feels like heaven, so warm and soft!"
She had all she could take, for now. She backed off, sliding the hard, wet shaft slowly out of her sucking mouth, gradually getting her breath back. Then it slipped out and sprang back upright in front of her.
Before she could move, she felt his big arms pick her up as if she were a small child and place her gently on her back on the bed.
By the time he got his clothes off, Laura had removed hers and was lying on the big bed, naked, hot and waiting. Her body felt feverishly warm, her cheeks burning hot, and her arms and legs felt heavy. Every fiber of her body was tuned up, waiting for whatever the man bending over her wanted to do to it.
He folded her legs up and back until she was curled up almost into a ball, the plump, black thatch of her cunt pointed toward the ceiling. She felt each hairy column of his thighs as they fitted themselves beside her own. His body was a black shape that blocked out the light as he bent down over her between her open thighs. The long, saliva-wet spear of his throbbing prick grazed her curly cunt hair and slid up her belly as he sucked one tit into his mouth. His tongue teased the stiff nipple as one hand massaged the brown globe of her other breast.
She was helpless in this position, but she didn't care. All she could do was hold the head that was fanning the fires building in her sensitive tits. Then she found that she could hump her hips a little, just enough to rub her hot cunt against the underside of the massive cock that was pinned between their bodies.
The weight on her was retreating, moving down. That magnificent pole was sliding down. That broad, wet tongue was burning a path down her rib cage, through her navel and straight down the midline of her taut belly.
Cool air danced across her quivering flesh. Her legs were still being held up and back, hooked over his forearms. Her soft, aching tits were being rolled and kneaded by a large hard but gentle hand.
Her body jerked involuntarily when she felt the tip of his tongue lightly touch the puckered rosebud of her asshole. She shuddered and tried to open her thighs even wider as his oral digit flattened and slowly traveled upward across the narrow band of skin, covered the swollen lips of her cunt, up over her hooded, throbbing clit and into the black forest of her cunt hair.
The wet tongue started moving down between the engorged cunt lips. It found and circled the stiff clit, making her entire body twitch in response. It continued down, between the velvety smoothness of the inner lips. It paused at the entrance to her humid channel, traced a slow circle around it and then slowly inserted itself. It darted from side to side, exploring the rippled texture of the pliant walls.
His tongue slowly withdrew from her clutching canal, skipped across sensitive flesh and came to rest at her twitching asshole. It narrowed into a rigid probe and prodded against the tight ring. She willed herself to relax. The tension that was building throughout her system made it difficult. She forced her mind to concentrate on that one small area.
She heard herself gasp when the semi-hard tongue slipped past the expanding circle and into her tight asshole. Again and again it extended itself into her ass, pushing into the soft flesh until her anus was a rubbery mass of twitching muscles, expanded and loose. Over and over it drilled into her rear, sending shock waves of pleasure rippling through her body. A short, hard orgasm tripped off and convulsed through her.
The wet probe withdrew, leaving her feeling vacant and wanting more. She opened her eyes and looked down between her glistening brown thighs. She was going to get more.
The broad head of Bob's massive hard-on was weaving toward her steaming cunt as he scooted himself forward. She lifted herself up onto her elbows and watched in fascination. She could see a clear drip of fluid beaded at the small opening. She watched the big knob push into her, flaring the swollen lips to either side.
His hands were at the backs of her thighs, still holding her legs tightly against her ass she felt the blunt roundness lodge in the mouth of her cunt. There, it stopped.
She could hear his labored breathing mingling with her own. The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only other sound in the room. Her gaze traveled the length of the visibly throbbing shaft that curved back from the wide vee of her thighs to the thick pad of curly hair at its base.
"Oh, love! Fuck me! Let me feel your big, beautiful prick deep inside my cunt!" she cried.
He rocked forward and the long cock tunneled inward. It pushed against the resistance of the clasping cuntal muscles, expanding the elastic walls, stretching her pussy as it thrust in and in, deeper and deeper, rock-hard and throbbing inside of her.
It felt like a huge rod of red-hot steel as it bored deeper into her quaking belly, filling her to the breaking point. Electricity jarred through her raw nervous system, transmitting shattered messages from every new inch of hard man-flesh that buried itself in her.
Nobody else in the world could do this to her. She wanted nothing except to be always loved by this man who could dissolve her into a mass of senseless tissue.
She felt the hardness of his pubic bone as it collided against her exposed and quivering clit. The hairy sac of his balls rested against her tender asshole. His huge prick was pulsating madly in her belly. The tortured walls of her cunt were rippling up and down its length, squeezing and massaging the welcome invader.
"Oh, damn! It feels so big, like it's going to split me wide open! Fuck me honey, FUCK ME!" she gasped.
"Yes, sweet little cunt, I'm going to fuck you. Now and in all the years ahead of us," he whispered.
She felt him pull away. His body began rocking back and forth, his cock slithering in and out of her trembling body. She glanced down and could see the shining prick sliding out and back in again, plunging deep, plugging her full, ramming home with a soft, wet thud. Her vibrating cunt worked, lubricating the passage for the stiff shaft that speared into it again and again.
His movements became faster, easier now as it sluiced through her well-oiled channel. Their bodies squished together at the end of each thundering stroke.
Laura's mind was floating, lost in the maze of sensations that flooded through her from deep within her bowels. He was fucking her senseless again, and she was loving it. But there was something else she wanted. She had to get it out.
"Put it in my ass!" she hissed through ragged breaths.
"You can't take it there, baby," he grunted. "Yes! Yes! Please! I want you to fuck me up my ass!" "I'll try."
The long cock slid out of her slippery cunt. She felt empty and abandoned, then felt the hardness press against her rubbery asshole. The pressure, as the big, wet head sought admittance, hurt. She could feel the pain through the glow, pain that distorted her face. She had to relax.
"It won't go," a voice echoed through her buzzing ears.
"Push, goddamn it! Get it in! Stick that big cock up my ass!" she groaned.
A soft scream whistled through her clenched teeth as she felt the blunt knob slowly edge through and into her hot asshole. Blinding white heat seared up her spine. More and more of the wet shaft burrowed into her. On and on it drilled.
"Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck my ass deep and hard!"
This was what she had wanted for so long. The other cocks that had reamed out her ass had just been preparing her for this moment. She had wanted to feel Bob's magnificent prick in there since St. Louis, and now it was there, buried deep in her bowels. All of it was inside of her, every hard inch of it, stuffing her backside, making her feel like it was going to break her wide open.
"Son of a bitch! It's squeezing me like a crazy vise!" Bob moaned above her.
"Move it! Fuck me! Come in my ass!" she crooned, reaching down to rake her nails straight down his knotted belly.
The huge battering ram of a cock began moving in short, jarring strokes, pulling her burning, clutching ass flesh back and forth with it. Again and again his balls slapped against her soft, brown ass. A thick finger dug into her drenched pussy, worming around and around. A broad thumb flipped her raw clit from side to side, "Oh, baby! I'm coming! I can't stand it any longer!"
"Me too!" she yelped. "It feels soo goood!"
The instant after her orgasm exploded and rocketed through her quivering frame, she felt the mighty gushes of his come spurting deep into her bowels, soothing her raw rectal tissue as it flowed down around the tightly compressed, jerking pole.
Laura felt her entire body go limp as she gave way to the surging waves of pleasure that coursed through her. Now she had done it. She had taken all of him in every way that she could. He was all hers, as she was his. No matter what their future held, they could face it together. Maybe his truck wouldn't make them rich, but they would be happy!
Chapter Eight
Laura hummed softly as she absently sifted through her closet. Bob would be back in Dustin in a week. In spite of the memories the city held for her, she was looking forward to living in Houston again. She smiled at the images of the trip. She had learned a great deal about herself. Her appetite for sex had been a surprise that pleased her greatly. She didn't regret a single moment of her experience, and it looked like there was more to come. She had learned how to take advantage of the sex drive she now had.
Her appearance had changed even more. The weight she had gained had filled her body out to tantalizing, generous curves. That lust body was now tanned a golden brown over every square inch of soft flesh. Her black hair tumbled about her shoulders in big, bouncy waves. No longer was she the mousey widow Shea, but a tanned, black-maned sexpot. Her landlady hadn't recognized her at all!
The ringing of the telephone brought her out of her musing. "Hello." "Mrs. Shea?" "Yes."
"This is Sharon Farrell. You probably don't remember me. I was your husband's secretary."
Memories from what had become a dim past flooded through Laura. "Of course I remember you, Sharon. What can I do for you?"
"It's what I can do for you, Mrs. Shea."
"What do you mean?"
"George Craven and Arthur Wallace tricked you out of a third of your husband's business."
"What are you saying?"
"Among the papers you signed after his death was one that turned over your legal interest in the company to them. The insurance was designed so that you would have a full third of everything."
A cold anger began building in Laura. Sharon Farrell was still talking: "By the time I found out what they had done, you had left town and nobody knew where you were. It took me this long to track you down."
"I'll have to get a lawyer," Laura said.
"It won't do any good. It would just be your word against theirs, and besides, you did sign over your control."
She's right, thought Laura. Taking them to court would be a waste of time. But the bastards weren't going to get away with this, not with the new Laura Shea!
"Well, at least I know about it now, and I promise you that they'll pay for it, Sharon. Thanks for calling me."
"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," Sharon said. "I'd like to see the lecherous old goats get theirs."
A glimmer of an idea popped into Laura's head. "Did you say lecherous?"
"Yes. They've forced me into submitting to their sexual perversions many times now. You see, I had an affair with a man, but that was so long ago. That bastard held it over me, though, and I couldn't do anything else but submit." Sharon let out a sob. "I love my husband, and I'd do anything to protect what we have, even do that to keep him from knowing I once had an affair."
"Don't worry, Sharon. I'll take care of everything," Laura said solemnly.
Two days later, Laura stopped in front of the plant office and checked her reflection in the plate glass window. The big hat and dark glasses would keep George from recognizing her. The low-cut, white sundress made her skin look even darker. Her nipples peaked the thin material, and would be impossible to ignore. She pushed the door open.
Laura smiled at Sharon as she spoke into the intercom. "Mr. Cravens, Mrs. Miller is here."
"Send her right in," George's voice boomed from the small box.
Laura walked into the room, taking in all the plush new furnishings in her husband's old office, and the expansive form of George Cravens walking around from behind his desk.
She sat in the deep chair in front of the desk.
"What can we do for you?"
George was leaning against the desk just a couple of feet away, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body, pausing at her perky tits. She pulled her purse deeper into her lap. The short skirt slid up, exposing a generous length of brown skin. She pretended to be unaware of it.
"My late husband left me two hundred thousand dollars that I'd like to invest, and I have heard that your company is growing fast."
His eyes were burning along her exposed thigh.
He coughed.
"I'm sorry about your husband. I think we can work something out," he smiled.
Laura forced herself to smile back at him. "I'd be willing to sign over complete control of the money if the arrangements are satisfactory."
"How can I make them so?"
She could see the bulge growing in his pants. She arched her back slightly to push her tits out even more. He was almost staring at them.
"If you and your partner will bring the company's financial records to my hotel room this evening, I'm sure we can settle it."
"We'll be glad to. Just name the time."
He escorted her to the door. "We'll be there. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
She walked across the reception room, feeling his eyes on her swaying hips. Things were going well! * * * Laura tied the single ribbon of the negligee at her throat. The black gown was just transparent enough to reveal her body as a dark shape under it. The black half-bra and bikini panties were almost invisible.
She walked through the suite. The cameras and microphones were hidden and ready. The lights were dim, a fire crackled in the small fireplace and a half-empty wine bottle sat on the low coffee table in front of the couch.
Soft chimes called her and she walked toward the door, reminding herself that she had to act a little tipsy.
The door swung open and she saw the eyes of the two men widen as they ogled her.
"Oh! I forgot you were coming. Do come in, gentlemen," she said, slurring the words slightly.
They followed her into the room.
"We have the records, Mrs. Miller," George croaked.
Laura waved a casual arm in the air.
"Please call me Sara. Mrs. Miller sounds so stuffy and formal. Let's sit on the couch and you can show me all the figures."
She plopped in the middle, forcing one of them to sit on either side of her. George sat on her right, and Arthur on her left. The meek-looking accountant spread some papers out on the table. # Laura sat back and sipped on her glass of wine, listening to first one and then the other drone on about cost figures, raw materials, contract negotiations, detail upon detail. She pretended to be almost drunkenly dazed, but she was well aware that whichever man wasn't pointing something out and talking, was very busily devouring her with his eyes. Through lowered lids, she could see that each of them was sporting a considerable erection.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and placed the glass on the papers.
"Enough! Enough business. Jus' not in the mood for it."
Both men seemed surprised. She laid on the slurred speech thicker.
"Jus' nice to be in the company of men again. Been a long, lonesome year."
"I imagine it has been rough," Arthur said.
She let one hand fall on his thigh. "Oh, ya jus' can't know, Art. My husban' was such a strong and active man. If ya catch my meanin'."
"Uh, I think I know what you mean," he gulped.
She looked directly at his bulging crotch and smiled. "Yeah, I see ya do. Goodness, it looks bigger than my poor husban's."
Laura turned toward Arthur and the gown twisted open, exposing her completely from the breasts down. She heard George groan behind her. She deliberately and slowly ran her hand up Arthur's cloth-clad thigh, looking straight into his flushed, sweaty face. Her soft fingers closed on the swelling in his groin and gently squeezed.
"How nice," she breathed. "It is bigger."
"Migod!" Arthur gasped.
She felt George's pudgy hand on her thigh. She kept her grip on Arthur's throbbing cock and turned to George. Without hesitation, she grasped the big mound between his legs.
"Ummm! Yours too!" she giggled. George seemed to be having trouble breathing. His mouth worked like a fish out of water. His hot hand slid up her thigh.
"You are some kinda woman," he sighed. "You two big-cocked fellas are my kinda men," she smiled.
Arthur's smaller hand fell on her other thigh. She slumped down and opened her legs. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, waiting.
She didn't have to wait long. George's thick fingers bounced on the tight nylon covering the curving mound of her pussy, rubbing up and down. Arthur's lips and tongue swooped down on the soft tit flesh that bulged up from her bra. She kneaded each hard cock, applying firm pressure and then letting up. George's hot breath struck her ear, then his puffy lips nibbled the lobe and drifted down her neck.
She let them have their way, knowing that they were well past the point of self control. She moaned slightly, but it wasn't all fake. She had to admit to herself that the attention her body was getting was turning her on just a little bit. She squirmed against the prodding fingers and massaged the throbbing pricks harder. It was time to take control of the situation.
She pushed both of them away from her and stood up, unsteadily. "I can't take any more of this. You fellas have gotten me hotter than I can stand. My starved little cunt is all upset and twitchy. Ya gotta take care of the poor thing. C'mon with me."
"Anywhere!" George grunted as he heaved his large frame up from the couch.
Laura led them into the bedroom. She pushed them down into a sitting position on the bed.
"Now, ya jus' sit there and Sara will give ya a little show."
She stepped back a couple of feet and reached for the ribbon at her throat. The gown floated away. She stood still, feeling their hot eyes taking in all of her body, traveling up and down. George was licking his dry lips. Arthur tugged at his tie, trying to loosen it with trembling fingers.
She reached behind her and unclasped the black bra. She threw it aside, making her freed tits sway from side to side. She placed both hands over the prominent mound between her thighs and smiled at the two men.
"Would ya like to see my little cunny?" she cooed.
"Goddamn! Yess!" George hissed.
Laura placed her palms on her hips and slowly began to roll the thin material down. She stopped when the black thatch of pubic hair was half-exposed. She pulled the material away from her body and jammed one hand inside, rolling it against her warming pussy. She licked her lips and gazed through lowered lids at the panting men.
"I bet you nasty men would love to do more than jus' look at my honeypot, wouldn't ya?"
"Hell yes!" Arthur groaned.
Laura began moving her hips from side to side, keeping her hidden hand moving. "Would ya like to eat my hot pussy?"
"Just give me the chance!" George bellowed and stood up.
"Betcha'd like to fuck it too," she sighed.
Arthur stood up. A vein was throbbing in his pale forehead. "All night long!" he screeched.
"Okay, but first ya gotta get naked like Sara is," she said huskily.
The two men began tearing at their clothes. Coats, shirts and shorts flew all over the room. Laura watched them, smiling to herself. She noticed that both men had good-sized cocks. She was going to get satisfaction along with her revenge. She quickly rolled the panties down and stepped out of them. George and Arthur were now naked.
She spread her legs a little and ran her fingertips down over her belly. She pulled the swollen lips of her cunt apart, exposing the wet, pink flesh inside.
"C'mere, George and kiss my pussy," she ordered.
George groaned and fell to his knees in front of her. She shuddered when his thick lips suctioned onto her tender cunt and his warm tongue slithered into her moist channel. He might be a bastard, but he knew how to eat a girl out.
She smiled at Arthur. "Get aroun' behind me and lick my asshole, stud! Don't jus' stand there with your cock hangin' out!"
Laura smiled as she felt Arthur's nose burrow between her soft buttocks, then his wet tongue flicking madly at her anus. Now she had them but good, and it felt good to have the two oral digits working away at her hot body.
Arthur's hands came up around her ribs and toyed with the turgid nipples swaying at the tips of her heavy breasts. George's tongue was snaking in and out of her steaming cunt like a trip hammer.
It was time, while she still had herself under control.
"Awright! George, get on your back on the bed. Art, jus' keep your nose up my ass, sweety," she ordered.
She followed the bear-like George onto the bed and Arthur followed her on his knees, never losing contact with his tongue.
She got on her knees at the edge of the bed, keeping her ass up in the air, open to Arthur's slavering tongue. She bent over George's paunch and grasped his throbbing upstanding cock. She massaged the tender skin up and down.
"Ummm! Such a nice, big cock! It's gonna feel so good crammed up my little cunt. Are ya ready for that, George? Are ya ready for my hot pussy to slide down your hard pole?"
"Oh, shit, Sara! Just get on it and let me fuck you!" George moaned.
She looked back over her shoulder. Arthur's head was bobbing between the wide-spread cheeks of her ass, his tongue darting in and out of her rubbery asshole. "Okay, hold it, Art. Jus' wait a minute." Laura quickly straddled George's hips, never loosening her grip on his pulsating cock. She sank down till the bulbous head grazed her lust-swollen cunt. She eased the sensitive plum back and forth between the hairy folds of blood-engorged flesh.
"Ya wanna fuck me, George? Tell me what ya wanna do, lover!"
"Goddamn! Sit on it! I wanta fuck you till your eyes pop out and my balls ache from coming!"
A split second after the last word left his mouth, she sat down hard. The iron-hard column speared up and up, into the liquid warmth of the depths of her cuntal tunnel. She moaned in spite of the high degree of control she had on her emotions. It just felt too good, filling her belly, throbbing and jerking deep inside of her.
"Hellfire! I never felt such a tight, hot pussy in my whole fuckin' life!" George groaned.
His hips lifted her off of the bed, bouncing her, his cock head banging against her womb, lighting the fires of her lust. She began moving with him, timing her downward thrusts to meet his upcoming pelvis. Their pubic bones collided with each slamming impact. Her red-hot clit was being mashed with each stroke. She had to get it over with soon. Revenge was quickly fading from her mind under the pounding her cunt was taking.
She glanced at Arthur, who was standing beside the bed, his hand holding his stiff rod.
"C'mon, Art! Stick your cock up my ass! I love it up there!" she moaned.
His voice was hoarse. "I've never done that before."
"You'll like it, and so will I. Just get with it and shove that hard prick up my asshole!"
She felt him mounting the bed behind her. George was still thrusting up at her. Each stroke was pulverizing her swampy cunt. He was panting at a frenzied pace. She felt Arthur's prick stabbing blindly at her rear. She fell down on George's chest, making her ass more accessible.
"Run your fingers aroun' my pussy and smear some of that hot juice on the head of your cock, Art. That will help it go in easy," she said huskily.
She felt his fingers obey her.
"You are one hot little bitch, Sara Miller!" Arthur moaned.
"Quit talking and fuck her!" George growled.
Laura barely succeeded in stifling the groan of abandon that welled up when she felt the rubbery hardness of Arthur's cock plow into her rectum. With the first stroke, it was buried to the hilt, his balls resting against the pillow-soft cheeks of her ass.
Her fingers dug into George's shoulders and she cried out, only half-pretending being crazed by lust.
"Oh! Such big . . . hard . . . cocks! Fuck me! FUCK ME TO DEATH!"
Both men pounded at her willing body, bouncing her between their thrusting like a limp rag doll.
"Keerist! Your cunt ... is milking my cock like it had . . . fingers!" George shouted.
Arthur could only grunt his satisfaction. He was too involved in trying to keep his strokes in counter-time to George's violent jabbing.
Laura moaned and sighed as loudly as she could. She moved her lower body in every possible direction, twisting and bending the cocks that were ramming in and out of her sweating body. It had to be soon. George's ramrod was jerking like mad.
"Come, come come! Shoot your hot load in my twat! Give me all of it!" she screamed.
The surging shaft in her quivering pussy erupted into geysers of warm showers that flooded her clasping cunt and trickled down the jerking pole. Arthur plunged in and out of her convulsing asshole for a few more seconds and then she felt his cock throbbing. Another second and her bowels were bathed in spurts of hot come that gushed again and again. In spite of her self control, her own orgasm was triggered and she let it wash over her, enjoying the ripples of pleasure. She went limp
Chapter Nine
The two men, sitting across the conference table from her, shifted uneasily in their seats. Laura could not stifle the smile of satisfaction that played across her lips. She had worn no make-up, and her hair was pulled back into the severe style they had been used to seeing on her. From the start of the meeting it had been apparent that they had not made any connection between her and the wanton Sara Miller they had fucked the night before.
George ran his pudgy hand down over his vest, smoothing the material over the paunch she had ridden until he was exhausted.
"What can we do for you, Laura?" he asked. "Do you need some money? We might be able to arrange something to tide you over for a while."
Laura almost laughed. "What you are going to do for me is sign over all your combined interest in my husband's company for exactly half the price it sells for on the stock market."
Arthur's face twisted with laughter. George turned, red, but giggled.
"Now why would we do that?" asked Arthur.
"For two reasons. One is that I found out how you tricked me into signing my legal interest over to you after Jim died, and another is this."
She drew the reel of film from her purse and placed it in the middle of the table. Arthur looked at it curiously.
"That, gentlemen, is a record of your activities with a certain Sara Miller," Laura said.
"But . . . that's blackmail!" George blurted, turning redder.
"Perhaps, but if you don't meet my demands, copies of that film will get into the hands of every organization you two bastards belong to. You won't have any reputation left in this town or in the industry.
"At least my way you'll have enough money left so that you can quietly relocate elsewhere and nobody will learn what big, fucking hypocrites you both are."
Arthur's face was deathly pale and his hands were trembling. "George, we've got to do it or we're ruined," he whined.
Laura watched George's flushed face. The veins in his forehead were throbbing. His emotions were easy to read. He wanted to resist, to fight her. Anger and fear fought for control of his will. She was getting a great satisfaction from his torment.
She leaned forward and drummed her long, pointed fingernails on the reel of film. A minute passed with only that sound in the silence of the room.
"Make up your mind, George," she said finally.
His face was almost purple now. Suddenly, the big form slumped in the chair.
"Alright. Whatever you say," he sighed.
Laura could hardly contain her elation. "Good. Have the papers ready for me to sign tomorrow, and both of you have everything out of your offices!"
George wearily nodded his head.
"What about the film?" Arthur asked.
Laura put the reel back into her purse and stood up. "That's my insurance that you will be good boys." She lowered her voice and slurred her speech. "If ya catch ma meanin'."
She paused just long enough to enjoy the profound shock that swept across their faces, then turned and left the room. Her heels clicked along the tiled hall. Her high spirits looked forward to telling Bob what a good "lawyer" had been able to do for her.
No need for him to know that she had used that sex appeal one more time.
