The girl's legs were spread, one on each side of the rear tire of the motorcycle she straddled against her will. She lay on her stomach, her dress thrown up over her waist, her panty-covered rear mounds elevated enticingly above the collar of the leather seat. Her arms were held by two members of the trio of cyclists, and her face was partially bidden by the mass of golden tresses that fell across her terror-wracked countenance.
"Oh, no, please!" she cried as she felt a hand at the waistband of her panties, then cried aloud again as she felt them torn brutally from her. The ivory mounds of her ass were bare now, revealing the golden thatch of hair surrounding the pink crease of flesh at their apex.
The leather-jacketed, long-haired hulk of a man who tore her panties from her with one jerk licked his lips as his eyes feasted on the sight of her fleece-shrouded, shining passage. He pulled at his belt and lowered his heavy denim pants to his knees, pulled down his shorts, and the large, stiffened shaft of his penis popped into view.
Its mushroom-like head looked too large to enter the pink slit before him as he brought his hips forward to mount her, pushing its head to the crack of her velvety canal.
"No!" she cried as she felt the hardened flesh part the thin portals of her vulva; then she shrieked in pain as the huge cylinder surged into her tight tunnel.
"Fuck her good, Killer! Fuck her good!" growled one of the men holding her arms, as the tall man at her rear rammed his cock savagely into the depths of the girl's well-filled slit. Her body slid forward on the seat with each lunge of his prick into her, and she cried out with each furious thrust of the big man's pistoning hips.
"Go, man, go!" yelped the other man holding her arms. He was short, but built like a barrel, a shiny helmet sitting atop his head. His eyes glowed with lustful desire in his fat, pig-like face. "She's starting to like it, Killer!" he added in a squealing voice as the girl's cries changed to growling moans.
The tall man grunted lustfully as his lunges into the girl came faster and faster. His large, hairy hands clasped her white hips tightly as his thrusts became more convulsive. The veins stood out on his large, purple-hued cock, and its swollen shaft gleamed with the juices from her now wet cunt.
With one final, savage plunge against the half-moons of her ass, he came off. His body trembled as he clutched the girl's ass tightly, his semen spurting wildly from his deeply imbedded, throbbing cock.
"Now me!" squealed the fat cyclist in his rasping voice.
"Fuck off!" the tall man roared. "Let me finish coming and soak it a minute, you little bastard!" he gasped amid the tremors of his orgasm. Moments later he withdrew his softened prick, wet with the fluids of his attack.
"My turn," said the third of the trio, a muscular black with wide shoulders and kinky Afro hair rolling out from under his red helmet.
"No, me!" yelped the short, fat man. "I ain't following you with that big dick of yours, Stud. Give me a fucking chance!"
"Oh, shit! Go ahead," the black said, and the short man released the girl's arm and walked around behind her straddled form, lowering his pants.
Killer took hold of the girl's arm as Shorty pulled his shorts down and straddled the rear tire to bring his small but stiff penis to the junction of the girl's quivering buttocks.
He rubbed his fat hand across the length of her moistened pussy, then smeared the fluid around the head of his slender prick.
"What the fuck are you doing?" snapped Stud.
"I'm gonna stick it in her ass," Shorty said in his whining voice, as he brought the head of his cock to the pink-brown hole at the apex of the girl's rear cheeks.
"No! No!" the girl moaned, then cried "AAHHHHH!" as the fat man's hips lunged forward, sinking his rigid tool deeply into her rectal passage. His hips jerked back and forth spastically as he rammed his slender stick of flesh lustfully into her again and again.
"OOOhhhhhh!" she moaned as Shorty's plunges came faster and faster, beads of perspiration rolling down his fat, red face. Then with an animal-like cry, he thrust forward savagely as he came off, his juices gushing from him in quick, little jerks. Moments later, he withdrew his limber stem from her tight, moist hole, a few drops of his white, creamy semen seeping from her reddened anus.
Shorty pulled up his pants and walked to the right side of the cycle, taking the girl's arm as the muscular black walked to her rear and unbuckled his trousers.
"No! Please! No more!" the girl groaned.
"Shut up, bitch!" the black snapped. "You're gonna get fucked good, gal! You're gonna get a bellyful of the best cock you ever got!" His ebony prick was nearly ten inches long, and looked as big around as a baseball bat.
He put the head of it at the reddened, wet entrance of her pussy and moved his hips forward anxiously. "AAAHHHH!" she shrieked as the huge tube of hard, black flesh surged between her milky thighs into the hollow crease at their junction.
The walls of her pussy stretched into a tight oval of glistening pink flesh as the thick shaft sank deeply into her, and she moaned aloud as the huge cock barreled into her depths.
Stud's testicles banged against the crease of her ass as he rammed it in to the hilt. The black shaft shined with the wetness of the white fluids within her with each backward movement of his thrusting pelvis, then its sinewy length again was thrust savagely into her elastic cavern.
The girl's moans came longer and lower now, and her buttocks writhed involuntarily against the spastic lunges of the huge cock deep in her belly. Her body undulated with' pain turned to uncontrolled pleasure as the rigid cylinder sensuously massaged her inner canal, and her body trembled with unwanted desire.
Killer, at the girl's side, felt a restirring in his groin at the sight of the big, black prick pistoning into the girl's crotch to bring forth responsive moans. "She-likes it,' Stud!" he said huskily to the deep-breathing, spastically lunging black.
Killer brought his semi-stiff cock to the girl's mouth and pushed it between her opened Lips. She tried to turn her head, but he pulled on her long, blonde hair and snarled, "Suck me, bitch!" and her mouth moved obediently to admit the swelling roll of flesh.
"Use your tongue!" he commanded, pulling at her hair again, as his hips began to thrust against her mouth, shoving his cock to the edge of her throat. She wound her tongue around its stiffening form as best she could as it moved faster and faster in her mouth.
At her rear, the thrusts of the black man as he plunged his huge cock savagely into her brought on tremors of uncontrolled pleasure. Then, with a vicious surge that impaled his cock in her to the hilt, he came off and she felt his hot juices spurt into her heaving depths.
Tremors of release swept over her as she, too, reached an orgasm she could not control, and waves of pulsating joy wracked her groin as she came off.
Seconds later, Killer's cock spurted hot semen into her mouth, and she almost choked as the salty fluid filled her mouth and bubbled from between her lips. She swallowed some as she gagged against the big prick lodged deeply in her mouth.
Killer pulled his softening penis from between her lips and she spat out the rest of his semen, gasping for air. Her groin was still aching from the tremors of her own orgasm when Stud slowly withdrew his cock from her fluid-laden passage. It slid from her with a suctioning sound, and she could feel the hot juices leaking from her sore, wet pussy.
"Hot damn, that was good!" said Stud as he wiped at his large, hanging black whang and put it back in his pants, buckling his trousers together.
"Yeah," grunted Killer as he wiped his cock on the girl's dress obscenely, then draped it into his shorts and pulled his pants up.
"What'll we do with the cunt?" asked Shorty anxiously in his whining voice.
"Leave her here," answered Killer. "She can find her way back to the highway. And you aren't going to report us, are you, bitch?" he snarled at the girl, pulling her hair.
"Nooo!" the girl shrieked in sudden pain.
"Fuck off, Killer!" Stud roared. "We had our fun, you don't have to rough her up. Man, she enjoyed it and she ain't going to say a fucking word about getting laid by three Joes, you can bet your ass on that!"
"But what if she does?" whined Shorty. "She knows what we look like."
"By the time she could report us, we'd be long gone," Stud reassured him. "Besides, she don't know where we're from. And even if she did know, she wouldn't push it. You know why, don't you, gal?" he said to the wide-eyed blonde.
She just stared silently as he added, " 'Cause if we get picked up, we'll swear that you came with us 'cause you wanted to, and that we paid you for fucking us. You wanna hear what we'd say in court, in public, gal?"
"No," she moaned softly, fearfully. She only hoped they would leave. She was afraid of the tall man with the cold eyes, Killer. Her only hope for unharmed release, she knew, rested with the black man, Stud.
"Okay," the tall man finally agreed. "Off the bike, gal," he ordered her, lifting her with one arm and lowering her to the grassy ground alongside. "Just you remember, bitch, or well get you-good!" He fondled a large switch-blade knife before her menacingly.
"I said fuck off!" snapped Stud. "Let's get going."
The three mounted their cycles, started them, and drove off in a noisy, smoke and dust-filled cloud without a backward glance.
The girl lay for minutes, sobbing with mixed emotions of fear, shame and degradation blended with a feeling of relief at being released without further abuse or physical hurt. Also, she knew she had enjoyed much of what had happened to her. She had experienced a couple of things she had never had before, and she had come off in a wave of passion when the black man had fucked her so furiously with his huge cock.
Slowly, she rose, cleaned herself off as best she could with the torn pair of panties laying alongside her, then pulled her torn dress together and staggered down the tree-shrouded, dusty lane toward the highway.
Her name was Barbara Hastings. She was twenty-six, married, and a teacher at the Eden High School in Danesville, a rural Indiana community. Her husband, Fred, was a construction engineer. For a married woman, she was still naively inexperienced in many facets of sex, and had always been a rather prim individual. It was an argument with her husband over their growing marital incompatibility that had prompted her Saturday morning walk through the nearby countryside.
She had walked much further than she realized, her mind preoccupied with her marital problems, and had not seen the three rough-looking cyclists lounging in the secluded glen when she had walked into their view.
"Well, now, look at this!" she had heard a gruff voice say, and looked up to see the three leather-jacketed figures stretched out near their motorcycles.
"Hi, baby," another had said. "Come on over and join us in a beer."
"No, thank you," she said hurriedly and turned, frightened, to walk away, but the tallest of the three rose and stepped over to block her path.
"Don't be like that, sugar," he had said. "Stick around and have a little fun." He reached for her and she had pulled away only to find herself clamped in two strong arms. His rough, bearded face neared hers and he said huskily, "How about a little kiss, Blondie?"
"Let me go, please!" she had pleaded, trying to evade his thick lips.
"I like a broad with spunk," he answered, "but I'm gonna get that kiss, baby, so don't fight me."
She had tried again to avoid his lips, but he pulled her roughly against him, his tongue forcing its way between her clenched lips. She bit down with her teeth and he pulled his head back with a loud yowl of pain.
"You bitch!" he snarled, and slapped her face. "Now you are gonna get it! Shorty! Stud! Give me a hand with this wildcat! She's gonna get fucked!"
She had struggled with the big man to no avail as the others approached. Her dress rose as he pulled at her body, and the others viewed with lustful eyes the sight of her long, shapely legs and her pert buttocks in brief, blue panties.
She felt their hands pull at her arms, and heard the man with the gruff voice say, "Lay her up on the cycle." She was pulled forcibly along and pushed forward onto the leather motorcycle seat with her legs straddling the rear wheel. Her arms were outstretched and she felt her dress pulled sharply upwards over her waist.
Now it was over. Her body ached as she stumbled along the lane, her mind filled with the all too vivid memories of the experience of the past hour. Her long, blonde hair was a mess. Streaks of dirt smeared her lovely face, and her legs were reddened where they had been pressed against the metal of the rear of the cycle. Her blouse was torn across one bra-covered breast, the deep cleavage attesting to the fullness of her ample mammaries. The rear of her dress was torn nearly to her waist, and her lush, creamy thighs were revealed in all their shapeliness.
She clutched the torn garment together as best she could as she stumbled through a wide opening in the lane to the sunlit band of concrete before it.
TWO
"Sam, look!" the elderly woman driving the aged pickup truck said to her husband riding alongside her. "There's a woman. She looks like she's been hurt!"
The woman braked the truck to a halt by the blonde in the tattered dress, and her husband alighted and asked, "Do you need help, Miss?" His eyes swept over the exposed, ripe curves of her body.
"Yes, please," she answered. "Could I get a ride into town? I've had a little accident."
"Sure," the man answered. "Are you hurt."
"No, I don't think so," she answered hesitantly, "but I'm pretty shaken up and my dress has been torn. If I could just get home and get cleaned up, and then I'll have a doctor check me."
"Hop in, and well take you into town," the gray-haired woman said. "Sam, help her up."
The two squeezed into the pickup, the old man's eyes feasting on the sight of her smooth flanks and the bare bottom of one of the half-moons of her lush buttocks as she climbed into the cab.
"Sam, this here crate's in the way," the woman told her husband, referring to the closed box in the center of the seat. "Set it in back."
"Might break," he answered. "That's all right. We can squeeze in okay. She can set on my leg." His voice held a hopeful note, and his wife did not say anything, so he eased Barbara onto his lap, her rump resting on his left thigh.
Barbara tried to pull her torn dress together, sensing the old man's eyes were roaming over her near-nude body, and she knew he could feel her body heat through the thin material.
"What happened, honey?" the gray-haired woman asked. "You take a bad fall or something?"
"Yes," Barbara lied, reluctant to say anything about what really happened. "I'll be all right. I just need to get cleaned up. I may be a little bruised, though, and my dress is ruined."
The woman did not pursue the point, and they drove along in silence for a few minutes. The old man thought differently, however. Having seen that Barbara wore nothing but her bra under her dress, he figured she had run from some "sex orgy" or something and was one of the "wild women" from the city.
Barbara could feel the old man's eyes roaming over her body, and she could feel his warmth through her dress. She flinched slightly when she felt his hand casually stroke up along her bare thigh, but did not think any more of it until, with a shock, she realized that his penis was hardening beneath her buttocks. Only when she shifted her weight slightly did she feel the stiffened organ pressing against the outside of her thigh.
Stunned, she realized he was moving his body under her so that he could rub its shaft against her thigh. Barbara's back was to the woman driving, so that even if the gray-haired woman looked in their direction, she could see nothing of what was happening.
Barbara's hand was still laying at her side, and she felt the old man take her hand in his and move her hand onto the bulge in his pants. Paralyzed by his boldness, she did nothing as he used her hand to masturbate him through his pants, the action hidden from the driver's view by Barbara's body.
She turned her head to answer the woman's, "Where do you want to go in town, honey?" She gave the woman the address of another teacher she knew, fearful of going home in her present state. She was still seemingly oblivious to the old man's jerking beneath her as he held her hand in his and pumped away at his rigid penis in his trousers.
Encouraged by her hand stroking, and taking her unconscious cooperation to be complete approval of his actions, the old man grew bolder. He reached into his fly and pulled out his small, swollen roll of flesh and pressed it into Barbara's hand.
Her fingers closed over the hot, throbbing stem, holding it as the old man lunged his hips upward. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and put it over the head of his exposed cock and took hold of Barbara's wrist, pulling it up and down as a signal for her to masturbate him.
Barbara did not know why she did not protest, or why she didn't tell the old man's wife what he was up to. Resignedly, she moved her hand up and down the length of his small cock, jerking him off. His hand slid into the tear of her dress at her side and eagerly squeezed one cloth-covered breast as his hips twitched in response to her pumpings of his prick.
Barbara felt the hot rush of liquid as it shot through and out of his cylinder of hot flesh and spurted out into the handkerchief, some of the semen seeping down onto her closed fingers. She heard the gasp of relief from the man, and feared it would be heard by his wife. She felt him wipe his prick with the handkerchief as she removed her hand and wiped the thick fluid from her fingers onto her torn dress.
"This is unbelievable," she mused to herself in shock. "I've been raped by three motorcyclists, forced to take a man's prick and his gism in my mouth, been screwed in the ass, was fucked by a black man with a big cock that almost tore me in half, and now I've jerked an old man off right under his wife's nose!"
Barbara was still trembling in disbelief as the pickup pulled up to the address she had given the woman. "Sure you'll be all right?" she asked as Barbara climbed from the cab.
"Yes," mumbled Barbara. "Thank you."
"Glad to help you, sweetie," the old lecher added as she alighted, taking a purposeful feel of her thighs and bare buttocks as she slid across him. She turned without looking back and ran up the steps of the small cottage as the pickup roared off.
The door swung open to her knock, and a short, buxom brunette with dark hair and olive skin and wearing a faded robe stepped out
"Barbara! What in the world happened?" she asked as she saw Barbara's torn dress and tousled appearance.
"Oh, Jeannie!" the blonde cried, her tears flowing freely now in release of her tensions. She grasped the dark-haired girl in desperation, shaking.
"Come on in, honey," Jeannie said, and helped Barbara inside and to a nearby sofa. "I'll get you a drink," she added. "You look like you could use one."
She poured two generous slugs of bourbon into a glass and handed it to Barbara. "Here, take this straight." Barbara took a generous swallow, coughed at the strength of the drink, then finished it, set the glass down and asked nervously, "Have you got a cigarette?"
"Sure," Jeannie answered and handed one to Barbara, then struck a match and held it to the cigarette in Barbara's shaking fingers. "Tell me about it, honey," she said softly, and Barbara poured out the story in all its lurid details.
"Dirty rotten bastards!" Jeannie gasped when Barbara had finished. "And, to top it all off, that dirty ol' man making you jerk him off! Oh, men can be bastards, rotten lecherous bastards!"
Jeannie held the still-shaking Barbara tight in her arms and said, "Let's get you cleaned up, honey. You'll feel better." She kept an arm around the taller blonde as she helped her to a bedroom at the rear of the cottage.
She helped Barbara out of her tattered dress, unhooked and removed her bra and led her into the bathroom. She filled the tub with warm water and Barbara got in. Jeannie gently bathed her aching body, finding a delight in rubbing her soapy hands over the ripe, lush satiny warmth of the blonde's curves and hollows. She gave Barbara a douche to use, and went to get a large towel as Barbara finished her ablutions.
When she returned, she wrapped the large terry cloth towel around the pink-white, shining body of Barbara and rubbed her dry. "Come on, lay down awhile and rest," she said tenderly, and guided Barbara to the large double bed, pulling the sheets down for her.
"Would you like for me to lay down with you?" Jeannie asked softly as Barbara stretched out nude beneath the covers.
"Yes, please," Barbara answered, feeling the need of female consolation.
Jeannie removed her robe, then took off the bra and panties she wore beneath it. She had large, melon-like breasts of deep beige, crested by large pink nipples and brown aureoles. Her stomach was smooth, arching to the black triangle of fine hair at the junction of her full thighs. Barbara found herself strangely moved by the sensuality of the lovely brunette.
Jeannie got into bed and curled up to Barbara, cradling her in her arms. "There now, rest," she said tenderly, as
Barbara basked in the warmth of Jeannie's ripe body. She did not know the smaller girl well, yet now felt a close, kindred relationship with the attractive brunette as she lay in her arms, her tensions easing away.
She drifted into an aura of contentment as she listened to Jeannie's soft consoling words, and she was naively unaware of any sexual connotation as she felt Jeannie's hand sweep lightly over her stomach and come to rest holding one lush breast in her hand.
"You've never been caressed by another woman, have you, honey?" Jeannie asked her softly.
"No," Barbara mumbled, her mind not yet grasping the implication of Jeannie's question.
"They're not like men. Women are gentle. No one understands a woman like another woman. Let me show you, let me massage you in a way you'll feel only pleasure. Would you like to try it and see?" she asked softly, huskily.
"Ummm," Barbara half-responded in her semi-stupor. She felt Jeannie's soft hands gently rub over her breasts, her stomach, her upper thighs, then brush over the rounded swell of her buttocks and the down-covered mound of her mons. Only when Jeannie's lips closed over the crest of one of her breasts, suckling on it tenderly, did Barbara realize she was being loved.
But Jeannie's lips felt good at her breast, and Barbara made no move to stop her. She felt Jeannie's hand again brush over her stomach and lightly stroke her golden mound. She felt her hips tighten in response as Jeannie's finger lightly brushed up and down the soft lips of her vulva. Where it had been so brutally used before, it was now being stroked with a gentleness that brought tingling sensations of pleasure to her groin.
Her hips were writhing in response to Jeannie's tender fingering of her pussy when she turned to face the lovely brunette. Their eyes met, then Jeannie bent her lips to Barbara's, and Barbara found herself drawn to the caress. Their lips met in a soft, warm meshing of their flesh, and Jeannie's tongue flicked lightly between Barbara's teeth. Barbara opened her mouth wider, and her tongue joined Jeannie's in an impassioned kiss.
Moments later, Jeannie, no longer able to restrain herself, pulled her lips from Barbara's and slid her head downward.
She paused to kiss the erect nipple at each lush breast, then moved her tongue along the velvety skin of Barbara's quivering stomach and moved downward to bury her face in the golden down-covered mound at the junction of her creamy thighs.
Her body lay half across Barbara's torso, her legs extended toward the pillow and her head toward Barbara's outspread legs. Jeannie took a soft, warm thigh in each hand and gently pulled Barbara's legs apart. She drew a deep breath of the musky, aromatic scent of Barbara's buttery passage and drew her mouth tightly against the moistened well of soft, warm, yielding flesh.
Barbara's hips twitched in response, and tremors of delight flowed through her groin with each swath of Jeannie's tongue over her heated cleft. A low moan started in her throat and grew in intensity as Jeannie's tongue probed into the ridged interior of her moist canal. Jeannie lapped at the tiny nub of firm flesh at the top of Barbara's aromatic passageway, and Barbara's stomach undulated with pleasure. "Ohhhh," she moaned, "oh, that's so good, so good!"
In her passion Barbara clutched at the half-moon of Jeannie's ass nearest her head. Jeannie, interpreting the grasp as a desire on Barbara's part to share in the love-making, moved a leg across Barbara's body, swinging her pelvis over Barbara's head.
Barbara did not know how to react as Jeannie's gaping pussy lowered to her face. She breathed the deep, pungent aroma of Jeannie's hair-shrouded passage, then felt its soft, moist warmth press against her, shrouding her face in a darkness of warm, moist, aromatic flesh.
Experimentally, she moved her tongue over the velvety portals and tasted the pleasant fluid that covered the thin, pink lips. She had never tasted a woman before, but she found it enjoyable. Her tongue swathed Jeannie's passage, and she felt the other's pelvis twitch and press against her face in response.
In minutes, she was licking as enthusiastically at Jeannie's pulsating pussy as Jeannie was at the junction of her own legs. Their hips lunged spastically and their stomachs rolled as the waves of sexual thrills raced through their bodies until, in an almost simultaneous climax, they came off.
Barbara's groin was aflame with fiery flashes of ecstasy, and tremors of uncontrolled joy wracked her body. Jeannie's body shook against her as she also trembled violently in the release of her orgasm. They clutched at each other's bodies tightly as the waves of pelvic spasms slowly subsided, their tongues gently sliding over each other's heated slits in the joyous aftermath of their oral coupling.
Slowly they drew apart, then turned and fell into each other's arms. Their lips met anew, the taste of each other on their mouths, their arms tightened and they shuddered in delight. They curled up as one and drifted into a light, contented sleep.
It was early evening when Barbara awoke, still curled up in Jeannie's arms. A trace of the pungent aroma of Jeannie's passage was still on her lips, and she licked them enjoyably as she reflected on the memory of their tender coupling.
She had enjoyed it. It was everything Jeannie had said it would be. And she was happy in the brunette's arms, feeling the warmth of her soft body. She started to stroke Jeannie's full, ripe breasts, thrilling to the feel of Jeannie's nipples stiffening under her fingers.
Jeannie moaned softly in her sleep, then opened her eyes to the feel of Barbara's hand caressing her body. "Hi, honey," she said as she looked into the blue depths of the blonde's eyes. Her hand dropped to Barbara's crotch, cupping her golden mons as she snuggled closer to the bigger girl.
"like that?" she asked huskily as she parted Barbara's labia with her fingers and lightly brushed over the moist crack. Barbara's legs parted in answer, and her mouth lowered on Jeannie's as their lips met in a meshing of their tongues.
It was much, much later before they left the bed to shower and dress.
Barbara had to get home, for she knew Fred would be frantic, wondering where she was. But she knew she would return-often-for she had found a new, though forbidden, pleasure.
THREE
Jeannie gave Barbara a pair of her panties to wear, and found a dress that, although too large for Jeannie, fit Barbara reasonably well. Then they left, and Jeannie drove Barbara home.
"Tell Fred that you spent the day with me," Jeannie said as they drove along. "And if he notices the change in dresses, tell him you tore yours accidentally and borrowed one of mine."
"He won't notice," Barbara answered. "But I will tell him I was with you. I don't want anyone else, particularly him, to know what happened to me-with those awful men, I mean. He'd never understand, and he'd probably never be the same toward me."
"What sort of man is he?" Jeannie asked. "Is he a good husband?"
"Materially, yes. He provides for me well, but we have a sexual incompatibility. He's-well, horny all the time, and he gets so gross at times that I am turned off by him. Then too, I never really knew much about sex. My parents kept me pretty much cloistered, and I guess I've always had some mid-Victorian or puritanical ideas about the connubial bed."
"like what?" Jeannie queried.
"Well, I never wanted to-well, you know, suck him off, and I guess when I tried I was never very good at it. At least that's what he says, and then I don't even want to try. And he's always wanting to put it in my ass, and I've always felt that was wrong. I started to let him try it once, but couldn't go through with it. Then today..."
"Today you got it in the ass from the pig. Is that what you were going to say?"
"Yes, and strangely enough I was beginning to enjoy it," Barbara admitted blushingly.
"Hell, I like it that way once in a while, too, honey," said Jeannie. "You've just got to loosen up your ideas about sex. Take me, I'm AC-DC. I prefer women, but I need to get pronged by a cock regularly too. I just love sex, in all its ways of enjoyment. So you have some hang-ups, but you'll lose them."
"How could I ever tell him about today, though?" Barbara said. "Could I tell him that I've been screwed in the ass, had a man-well, fuck me in the mouth, that I was laid by three men including a black with a huge prick, that I jerked off an old man, and then ended the day making love to another woman?"
"Hardly. But the last was the good part, wasn't it, honey?" Jeannie asked, laying her hand on Barbara's thigh and squeezing it, as their thoughts flashed back to their passionate embraces.
"Yes," Barbara admitted. "It was wonderful."
"And we'll do it again, honey. You and I will be real close friends now, won't we?"
"Yes. You know I'll come to see you often," Barbara answered, then added abruptly, "Here's the street, Jeannie. Turn right here."
They stopped in front of a large, white Cape Cod cottage. "You've never met Fred," Barbara noted. "Want to come in for a drink and get acquainted?"
"Well, okay, maybe it would be best if I went in with you. But before we go in, let me ask you again, you are going to come over and see me again real soon?"
"I promise," Barbara answered with a warm smile, and the two alighted from the car and walked to the front door. Fred was in the living room when they entered, a highball in his hand. He had obviously consumed several.
"Well, welcome back, stranger," he greeted Barbara sarcastically, his words slightly slurred. "Did you finally get over your hair-across-the-ass bitchiness?"
"Stop it, Fred. We have company. Let's don't argue, please!" Barbara asked as Fred rose and spotted Jeannie behind her.
"Well, hello!" he said cheerfully. "I'm Fred."
"I'm Jeannie-Jeannie Baker," she answered. "I'm afraid I'm the culprit. Barbara was kind enough to spend the day with me. I hope you weren't worried."
"No, but it would be nice if she'd telephone once in a while. I didn't know where the hell she was. We had a tiff this morning and she stormed off without a word."
"We gals are like that occasionally," Jeannie commented with a smile. "Are we forgiven?"
"All forgotten," Fred said expansively. "How about a drink?"
"Scotch, if you have it, please."
"We do. And I'll fix up a couple of bourbon and sodas for Barb and me."
"You sure you haven't had too many?" Barbara asked, concerned.
"I'm sure," Fred said sharply, and turned to the walnut and chrome bar to fix their drinks.
"He is handsome," Jeannie thought to herself, watching him. Fred was a little over six feet tall, around two hundred pounds, and had dark, wavy hair, aquiline features and a strong profile. He had a slight pouch, but wide shoulders and trim hips.
Fred's eyes swept over Jeannie's plush, ripe lines with appreciation as he brought her drink to her, and met her eyes with a sensual look when they looked directly at each other.
"I'll bet she's a hot piece," he mused silently, admiring her full, wide lips, her dancing dark eyes, her olive skin and black hair, and the deep cleavage of her melon-sized breasts in the low-cut knit blouse she wore. Her hips tapered provocatively, sensually, over her rounded buttocks and full, shapely legs. The high-wedged shoes she wore seemed to accentuate the sinuous sensuality of her taut calves.
"Barbara should bring friends like you home more often," Fred observed in open admiration. "You're quite a dish, baby."
"Thank you," she answered, accepting the deeper but unspoken meaning of his words. His message got through to her in the meaningful look in his eyes.
"I usually meet teachers here," he added, "the prim, prissy, wouldn't-say-shit-if-they-had-a-mouthful kind of teachers."
"Fred," snapped Barbara. "Your language!"
"I'm a teacher, also," Jeannie said quietly.
"Well, I'll be damned! No kidding? Hell, I never would have guessed. You're too sexy to be a teacher."
"Thanks!" Barbara interjected.
"Dammit, I didn't mean it that way!" said Fred. "I wasn't including you. I meant the teachers I've met here so far."
"You should take a look around the schools today," Jeannie observed. "You'd find a whole new breed of woman. The old concept of teachers being priggish, staid-looking old maids just isn't so any more."
"Looking at you, I can believe it. Hell, if the teachers were like you when I was in school, I'd have been arrested for rape in the fifth grade!"
"Fred!" snapped Barbara again, his remark bringing back to mind all too vividly the memory of the gang-bang she had endured that day.
"Balls!" Fred snapped back. "Don't be so prim. Hell, you weren't offended, were you, Jeannie?"
"No," answered Jeannie. "But Barbara isn't feeling too well, Fred. She's been complaining of a headache," she lied, "so perhaps that's why she's a bit touchy."
"Oh. Well, hell, Barb, let me fix you another drink. That will unwind you and you'll forget your headache."
Barbara accepted a second drink, swallowing two Seconals along with it. She felt the sleeping pills would help her to relax and to clear her mind of the thoughts that still haunted her. She stretched out on the couch as Fred and Jeannie continued to drink and gab amiably together at the bar.
The sleeping pills soon caught up with her, and she felt herself growing drowsy. "I'm falling asleep," she told them. "I'm going to go on to bed."
"I'd better be going also," said Jeannie.
"No, please, stay," insisted Barbara. "You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Forgive me being a party-pooper." She said good night and went off to the bedroom, and in minutes she was sound asleep.
"I really should be going," Jeannie said, though she didn't sound too convincing to Fred. She was enjoying his company, and she knew she was turned on by his sex appeal and honest comments.
Fred moved to her side and moved his arm around her waist as he said huskily, "You don't really want to leave yet, do you, doll?"
"I guess not, really," she admitted with a smile.
"Then relax," he said hoarsely, intimately, as he lowered his hand to her superbly shaped rump, moving his hand in a slow circle around the protruding half-moons of her ass. Then he pulled her to him, his hand still on her taut, cloth-covered buttocks, and lowered his lips to hers.
"No, Fred, we mustn't," Jeannie said softly, but offered no resistance as his lips closed over hers. Her mouth was half open under his, and Fred's tongue slithered into her mouth. Instinctively, her own tongue reacted and she gave herself over to the intensity of his kiss.
Both of Fred's arms tightened around her, and she felt the swollen bulge in his pants as his groin pressed firmly against hers. His lips left hers for a moment and he pressed them to her ear, tonguing her inner ear sensuously.
"Oh, you kiss good, baby," he said hoarsely, "and you've got a body like a dream. You've got me hotter than a firecracker. I've got a hard-on that won't quit. Here, feel," he added, moving her hand to his crotch.
Jeannie let him guide her hand to the stiff roll in his pants before she realized he had done it, then protested weakly, "Fred, we can't," but she did not take her hand away. Without thought, she squeezed it. It was big, and her inner desires swelled to succumb to Fred's bold advances, but still she did not let go completely.
"No," she protested in meaningless fashion now as Fred moved his hand around between them, under her dress, and to the soft junction of her thighs, cupping her silk-covered mound in his palm. "Don't, Fred, we mustn't," she said hoarsely, but she was already inwardly responding as Fred's fingers massaged her moist slit through her panties.
His lips closed over hers again to shut off her soft protests, and his tongue leaped forward eagerly to swirl around hers. His hand continued its rubbing of her pussy, and she pressed her groin against him, gently at first, then firmly, as she responded to his expert fondling.
Fred's hand left her crotch for a moment, slid into her panties and returned to her moist, warm slit. His hand lay pressed against the hair of her mound as his finger rubbed the rolling nub of her clitoris, feeling it harden to his touch. Jeannie's hips twitched spastically as the fiery pangs of desire flowed through her heated groin.
"Take it out, baby," Fred gasped in Jeannie's ear, and she moved her hand from his swollen crotch to unzip his fly. She reached in and took out his rigid cock, and began to slowly pump the silken shaft. She thrilled to the feel of its throbbing, stiffened warmth, and she wanted to feel its smooth roundness in her mouth, in her cunt and in her ass.
She sank downward to her knees, all resistance thrown to the winds when Fred urged, "Suck me, baby!" She took his swollen cock into her mouth, closed her lips over its rigid shaft and twirled her tongue around its head.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Fred moaned, "oh, suck me, baby, suck me!" His hips lunged forward and his prick sank deeply into Jeannie's mouth. She held the base of his shaft in her hand and moved her mouth up and down its length, caressing its soft underside with her tongue with each movement of her lips.
Fires flared in Fred's loins at the thrill of her rasping tongue, the wet warmth of her soft mouth and her clutching lips. He pulled at her hair, and his entire body trembled. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" he urged her huskily. "Oh, baby, that's wonderful, wonderful!" he groaned.
His hips twitched in convulsive spasms as the fires raged in him, and he moaned loudly, "OOHHhhhhh! AAhhhhhhh! OH! OOHHH! Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm coming! AAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh." His pelvis trembled spastically and he came off, his semen gushing from him in spurts into Jeannie's mouth.
She continued to suck on his pulsating, spurting cock, her mouth overflowing with his hot gism. She swallowed some, and the rest dripped from the corners of her mouth as she milked him with her lips and hand until the flow of hot, thick fluid ceased. Only then did she slowly pull her mouth tightly down its softening length and release it, pulling tightly on its head with her lips as it popped from her mouth.
"Oh, baby!" gasped Fred hoarsely, still shaking from the tremors of his orgasm. "I've never been blown like that in my life!"
Jeannie stood up and Fred pulled his arms tightly around her, lowering his mouth to hers. Their mouths meshed passionately, and Fred could taste his own juices on her wet lips and tongue as they soul-kissed with abandon.
'Take your clothes off, baby," Fred urged her moments later. "I want to eat you until you come off again and again!" Anxiously, he unzipped her dress and helped her off with it. Clad in a low-cut bra that overflowed from her melon-like breasts, and brief bikini panties, Jeannie was a picture of sensuality.
Fred quickly stripped his own clothes from him, eagerly watching Jeannie as she unclasped and removed her bra to release the lush, ripe spheres of pink-crested flesh, a darker circle of scarlet around each erect nipple. She pulled her panties off, and his mouth watered at the sight of the triangle of fine, dark hair at the convex of her round, smooth thighs.
"Lay down, baby, lay down!" he gasped huskily, and Jeannie lay on her back on the deep-piled rug, opening her thighs to reveal the fluff-shrouded crease of raw, pink, moist flesh at their apex.
He fell forward eagerly, burying his face against her warm, musky wetness. His tongue churned wildly at the sweet taste of her fleshy channel, lapping at its smooth, slippery portals frenziedly.
Jeannie's thighs twitched and clamped against his ears as his tongue bathed her pussy with a fury that brought fires to her groin. Her buttocks squirmed and her pelvis undulated spastically as Fred's tongue swathed her juicy passageway with unbridled enthusiasm.
"Oooohhhh, Fred!" she moaned. "OOHHHhhhhh! OOHHooooooo!" Convulsive spasms swept over her and she rose to orgasm in a series of rolling tremors, her breath coming in quick, little gasps, then erupting into a loud "AAAAAHHH!" as she came off.
Her pelvic jerking hardly subsided before she was once more pumping and thrusting against Fred's mouth again with renewed fervor, as his tongue continued to lap lustily away at her hot, moist slit.
"Turn around, honey," she gasped between breaths. "Let me bring you back up!" Fred spun his body around and brought his pelvis above her head, his flaccid penis hanging at his groin. She took it into her mouth as Fred's tongue returned to its tongue-bathing of her heated, wettened pussy.
He clutched at the mounds of her velvety smooth ass, and sank his tongue deeply into the deep crease of her pulsating crotch, the musky, sweet pungent aroma of her filling his nostrils as he licked at her hungrily, lustfully.
Jeannie sucked at his cock tightly, stroking his dangling testicles with her hand as he stroked into her mouth, and soon she felt his cock swell and stiffen.
Her own hips were thrusting spastically as Fred's busy, tongue again brought fiery, orgasmic flames to her groin and she came off in a series of convulsive spasms.
"Now! Now!" she moaned, "Put it in me now!" as she pulled her mouth from his swollen cock. Fred turned and sank down upon her, bringing the head of his stiff prick to the gaping, twitching cavern between her legs. He pushed it in, then rammed it to the hilt in her heated passage.
"AARRRRrrrr!" she cried out in joy at the thrill of his savage plunge into her. "OOh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she shrieked, her hips pistoning against his thrusting dagger of hot, rigid flesh as he barreled it into her with unleashed fury.
"OOOHHHhhhhhh! OOHHhhhhhhhh! OOOOOHHHHH!" she moaned over and over again as his hardened cylinder surged into her wet sheath to its inner depths in frenzied thrusts that made her pussy a well of fiery pulsations.
"Oh, Fred! OOHHHHhhh! I'm coming again! I'm coming! I'M COMING!" she shrieked, then loudly cried, "AAAHHHHhhhhh! AAAArrrrrrrrr!" as the convulsive spasms swept over her and she came off in a burst of ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Fred kept his cock deeply imbedded in her as Jeannie climaxed, her pussy tightly clutching his rigid shaft with pulsating clampings as the tremors of her orgasm wracked her body. Then, slowly, he resumed his stroking into her, each thrust going to the hilt in her heaving depths, as his middle fingers sought the puckered hole of her ass.
He pushed both fingers into the tiny, rubbery hole at the apex of her buttocks and probed into the dark, sphinctered anal opening. It expanded and contracted to the rhythm of her pelvic thrusts, and Jeannie moaned anew at the thrill of this new insertion.
"Okay, baby?" he asked between his gasping grunts. "You want it in the ass?"
"Yes," she half-groaned, and Fred pulled his slippery cock from her pussy and brought it to her rear opening.' He pushed its head past the elastic ring of its outer entrance, then slowly sank it deeply into her rectal passage.
Fred pumped his slick shaft in and out of her ass, each stroke gaining in speed as he thrust it savagely into her tight, yielding anus. His hands held the warm, writhing, fluid-covered mounds of her buttocks high as he fucked her ass-hole with a growing fury.
"OOHH! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHhhhhhh!" Jeannie groaned in ecstasy with each stab deep into her bowels. "Oh, pour it to me! Ram me! Fuck me! Rip me! Tear me! Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned over and over as Fred savagely pistoned his burning stem into her rubbery anus until the fiery tinglings in his groin signaled him he was nearly ready to come.
His hips jerked convulsively and he rammed his cock in to the hilt, his balls pressed tightly against her as his semen spurted from him in quick, gushing jerks deep into her heaving depths. His prick throbbed delightfully as each spurt shot from him, and his body trembled violently.
Jeannie came off with him at the thrill of his deeply impaled cock and the joy of his hot juices pouring into her rectum. "Oh, Fred!" she gasped hoarsely. "Oh. darling, I've never been fucked so good! Oh, that was wonderful! Hold me tight, stay in me a little longer. I want to feel your cock soften in me. Kiss me! Kiss me!"
Jeannie's lips were like a" suction pump on his as their tongues swirled in the impassioned feelings of their frenzied coupling. Their groins were wet with the fluids of their union, and their bodies shook in the joyous aftermath of their climax as the spasms slowly subsided.
Minutes later, they drew slowly apart. Fred's slick shaft slid from her ass with an audible "pop!" and Jeannie's legs fell to the floor as Fred rose to his knees. "Wow!" she said with a smile as she looked up at him. "That's what I call REALLY being laid! Either you are a real stud, honey, or you haven't been getting much lately," she added with a teasing little laugh.
"Both!" said Fred, returning her grin. "And, Jeannie, you are terrific! I mean really terrific! You fuck like a woman should-with all the stops pulled out! You're one hell of a hunk of woman! I haven't fucked like that in months!"
"Better not let Barbara hear you say that," she teased. "You'll ruin her ego."
"We don't make love like that," Fred answered. "Barbara has hang-ups. We fuck according to her weird rules and regulations. I guess you could say we masturbate together, in one another, but we sure don't fuck!"
"Maybe we can do something to change that," she said seriously. "After all, you and I are more than casual friends now, wouldn't you say?" she added teasingly.
Fred grinned widely and asked, "You mean you want to tell Barbara?"
"Why not? I'm sure she'd understand. It's the sort of adult thing that happens. It's how swingers are born, so why not have it all out in the open, lay it all out, and let's be friends-maybe work out a threesome to help her over some of her hurdles?"
"You think she'd go for it?" he asked.
"Let me talk to her tomorrow," said Jeannie, already aware for reasons Fred knew nothing about that Barbara was already over one big hurdle. "I'll have a drink with her and we'll have a real woman-to-woman talk and see what happens."
"I'll keep my fingers crossed," said Fred hopefully. "That would be terrific!"
Jeannie knew she had an ace in the hole, so to speak. She and Barbara had established a sexual relationship between themselves that transcended a lot of old-fashioned rules. She was sure that Barbara, with all things considered, would prove agreeable to her plan to form a real balling relationship between the three of them. Each one stood to gain in pleasure, she knew.
FOUR
Barbara had just finished a late-morning brunch on Sunday when Jeannie telephoned.
"Hi," Jeannie greeted Barbara. "What are you doing?"
"Just relaxing. Fred left before I got up. He left a note saying he'd gone golfing and wouldn't be home until this evening."
"How about coming over to relax here? I'm just lounging around myself, and I have something I want to talk to you about."
"Okay. Give me awhile to get dressed and I'll drive over. I should be there in around thirty or forty minutes."
"Swell. See you then," Jeannie said, and the two hung up.
When Barbara arrived at Jeannie's, the sultry brunette was wearing a filmy white peignoir. It was translucent, and Barbara could see Jeannie's lush curves outlined beneath it. Her dark aureoles showed in shadowed effect at the crests of her breasts, the pink nipples sharply outlined, and the dark triangle was revealed in veiled clarity at the junction of her thighs.
"Mmmmmra, you look nice," Barbara purred, throwing her arms around Jeannie in greeting.
"It feels good not to have to be dressed," Jeannie answered. "Why don't you get comfortable as well?" she added invitingly. "I'll fix us some drinks and we can sit and relax."
Barbara kicked off her shoes agreeably, and unzipped her dress. She removed it and hung it in the hall closet. Underneath, she wore only a deep, plunging bra and brief, pale blue bikini panties. A white garter belt rode across her sleek hips, the straps falling over her creamy white thighs to the beige hose that seemed to make her smooth thighs so much sexier in the contrast they provided. Her ripe breasts swelled out of the low-cut bra to overflowing, the rounded spheres providing a deep cleavage of satiny skin.
Jeannie, returning with their drinks, feasted her eyes on Barbara's enticing curves and felt a tingling of desire at the sensuous sight. She set the drinks down and moved to Barbara. "You don't want to be all bound up," she said, reaching for the clasp of Barbara's bra. "Take it off and get comfortable."
She pulled Barbara's bra from her and the twin, pink-tipped alabaster mounds fell into view, their ruby nipples nestled in a swollen field of deep pink. "They are magnificent!" Jeannie said huskily, and lowered her head to one of the hillocks of warm, satiny flesh to suck on its pert crest hungrily.
Barbara folded her arms around Jeannie's shoulders as the lips of the dark-haired girl suckled her breast and she stroked Barbara's other velvety sphere with her hand, squeezing it tenderly.
Barbara offered no resistance as Jeannie's hands sought the waistband of her panties and pulled them downward. "Sit down, honey," Jeannie urged her softly, and Barbara dropped onto the sofa as Jeannie pulled her panties from her. The brunette's eyes sparkled as she looked at the golden down-covered mons at Barbara's groin, the pink lips of its labia shining in the center of the triangle of soft, fine blonde hair.
Barbara's rear mounds slid forward to the edge of the sofa and her thighs opened wider as Jeannie's head bent to their convex, and she trembled with joy at the feel of Jeannie's hot, moist tongue as it probed her pink slit.
Jeannie's hands slid under the rear straps of Barbara's garter belt and spread over the velvety mounds of her buttocks, and her mouth opened widely at Barbara's musky, moist passage. Her tongue drew a swath up the length of Barbara's golden pussy, then lapped eagerly at the roll of taut flesh at its top. Barbara's buttocks rolled under Jeannie's hands as she responded to the flickings of Jeannie's tongue at her stiffening clitoris.
The arc of Barbara's stomach undulated as the thrills grew, and her pelvis rolled passionately. She pressed her wet crease tightly to Jeannie's busy mouth. "Ohhh, that's so good!" she moaned. "I'm getting hot already," she gasped as her hips thrashed spastically in the tremors of pleasure Jeannie wrought with each lick of her hot tongue.
"OOHhhh! Ohhhh! Don't stop!" she moaned, "Oh, Jeannie! Jeannie! I'm hot! I'm hot!" Her moans grew longer and lower, and her torso was heaving with ecstasy as she cried, "OOHHHhhh, Jeannie! I'm coming! I'm COMING! OOH! AAAHHHHHhhhhhh!" she shrieked as she came off, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Jeannie's tongue lunged as deeply as it could go in Barbara's pulsating canal, holding it there, her mouth crushed to the entrance of the aromatic passage, her nose deep in Barbara's golden bush, until the blonde's orgasmic tremors subsided.
"Let's get on the floor," Barbara gasped as she felt the need to join Jeannie in oral love. Jeannie peeled off her peignoir and fell onto her back alongside the sofa, opening her legs to reveal the moist, deep pink slit in the center of her dark bush of hair at her crotch.
Barbara mounted her, placing her own pelvis above Jeannie's face and lowering it to Jeannie's mouth, her own head perched above Jeannie's groin. She put her hands under Jeannie's warm thighs and spread them wider as she brought her mouth down to Jeannie's pungent crease. She lowered her head into the dark junction of Jeannie's thighs, her tongue sliding forward to caress the pink, moist, musky flesh. She buried her face in the wet crack and lapped feverously away at the buttery passageway as Jeannie's pelvis rolled passionately under her, reacting lustily to Barbara's oral ministrations.
The half-moons of Barbara's ass rose and fell as she lunged against Jeannie's thrusting tongue at her own crotch, as she licked away with unbridled desire at Jeannie's moist, delightfully musky crease.
All inhibitions were cast aside as they clutched and lapped at each other's moist pelvis junctions with abandon, their hips twitching convulsively in their head-to-groin coupling.
Together they rode a wave of unbridled desire, the tremblings of their bodies swelling to an explosive release of orgasmic spasms as they came off, then clung together trembling uncontrollably as the tremors wracked their bodies with indescribable pleasure.
As their tremors eased, they slowly drew apart, turned head to head and curled up comfortably in each other's arms.
"Barb, I've got a confession to make to you," Jeannie said softly, tenderly stroking the other's long, blonde tresses.
"You mean making love to Fred?" Barbara replied without emotion.
"You knew?! " Jeannie asked, surprised.
"I guessed. I could see it coming last night. I knew when he looked at you that he wanted you bad, and I could sense that you found him sexually attractive. I figured that if I cut out, it would happen. Perhaps, subconsciously, I wanted it to happen, I don't know. But in any case, Jeannie, I don't care. Believe me, I don't care. Maybe I feel it pulled us even closer together-you and I, I mean. I can't explain it exactly. Am I making any sense?"
"Yes," said Jeannie seriously. "And I told Fred I was going to tell you today. I said maybe, when we talked it out, that perhaps we could even set up a threesome together, for our enjoyment and also to help you over some of your hang-ups."
She told Barbara all that had happened the night before, and Barbara found herself strangely moved by Jeannie's graphic descriptions of their escapade. When Jeannie had finished, she again brought up the subject of the threesome. "So what do you think, honey," she asked, "How does the idea sound to you?"
"It sounds intriguing," Barbara admitted. "What was Fred's attitude?"
"He was all for it. He doesn't know about you and me, of course, and nothing about your unfortunate episode in the woods. He just feels the three of us might have a real ball together. He's basically a swinger, as you know. What do you say, like to give it a whirl?"
Barbara hesitated for only a moment, then said, "I'd like to. I'm just wondering how it would work out. I mean after all my hang-ups with Fred, and now this change in my attitude. I guess I'm wondering how he'll react."
"He'll love it, believe me," Jeannie assured her. "And if it makes your sex life with him work out better for you both, isn't the change-and any experiments to help that change-worthwhile?" she asked.
"You're right," Barbara conceded. "Okay, so let's see what happens. Shall I tell Fred you and I talked this over today?"
"Sure. I told him last night we would. Tell him just how you feel, and pick a night for us to get together. I'll be there with bells on."
"Is that all?" Barbara teased, "Just bells?"
"You'd like that, huh?"
"I like the way you're dressed now," teased Barbara, brushing her hand lightly over Jeannie's hairy mound.
"Keep that up and we'll be back at it again," said Jeannie with a smile.
"So?"
"You little vixen," Jeannie said huskily, and the two of them stretched out full length, rubbing their groins together as their lips met in an understanding, impassioned kiss.
When Barbara returned home that evening, Fred was just getting out of the shower and was rubbing his muscular body down vigorously when she entered the bedroom.
"Hi," he greeted her through the open bathroom door. "Have your little visit with Jeannie?"
"Uh-huh," she said as she kicked her shoes off and started to change clothes before starting supper.
"And did she tell you about-well, us, last night?"
"Yes," she answered. "In living color and all the lurid details. It sounded like quite a party. I missed something."
"And you're not angry?"
"I guess I owed you something for the rough time I've been giving you," she said. "No, I'm not angry. Jeannie even suggested we try it as a threesome some night. She said that not only would we enjoy a swinging time, but that it might help me to get over some of my old-fashioned hang-ups."
"What do you think of the idea?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, I said I'd go along with it if you wanted me to."
"I do," he said unhesitatingly. "I've thought for a long time , that a little swinging might help us." He stepped into the bedroom as Barbara was hanging up her dress, her back to him. He looked at the well-rounded, panty-covered globes of her ass and her long, shapely legs, and swept his arms around her, pressing his bare groin against her panty-clad buttocks.
"Damn, you look good to me," he said huskily. "You're a beautiful woman, honey, and if you can get over some of your sexual idiosyncrasies, we could have a better sex life than ever. Anything is worth a try, and I admit I'm excited about the idea of a threesome. Hell, I'm excited right now," he added hoarsely, pressing his slowly rising pecker against the warm crease of her ass.
"Don't you want to eat?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes, you!" he said huskily, pushing his hand down into her panties to cup her hair-shrouded pussy in his hand. "I want to eat you, baby, right now!" he half-growled.
He pulled her panties down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them as she moved to the bed and stretched out invitingly. Her unexpected willingness surprised Fred, and he sank alongside her anxiously, pressing his face to her warm stomach. He kissed her belly button and let his tongue roam over her satiny smooth skin and downward to the golden thatch at the junction of her thighs.
With a passion she had not seen him exhibit in weeks, Fred lowered his head to her crotch, pushing her thighs apart anxiously with his hands. His tongue swept between the thin, pink walls of her vulva and lathered her ridged, moist flesh with an unaccustomed enthusiasm, a frenzy of want that brought flashes of pleasure to her pussy, still tingling from her session with Jeannie.
Although Fred's ardent tonguings lacked Jeannie's gentle finesse, his frenzied lathering of her heated crotch soon had Barbara writhing in the rising tremors of an approaching orgasm. She clutched Fred's hair and her hips pumped spastically against his busy mouth as the fires built within her. A long, low moan escaped her throat, then erupted into a loud cry of passion as she came off.
Her body shuddered uncontrollably as the orgasmic tremors swept over her, and Fred's hands pulled tightly against her buttocks in his heated reaction to her unexpected and enthusiastic response. He gave her wet crease one last, sweeping lap with his tongue and pulled his head back.
"I want you bad-bad," he groaned as he rose to his knees and moved to the V of her thighs, his cock erect and throbbing with want. Barbara rose her pelvis to meet him, the raw, pink wet crease of her junction opened enticingly, her hands holding her buttocks high.
"Oh, baby, baby!" Fred gasped as he pushed the head of his prick into her, then lunged forward anxiously to sink it deeply into her heated passage. His hips thrust spastically against her with growing speed, deep, lusty grunts coming from his throat as he fucked her with a savage, furious need.
His hands, cupped under her buttocks, pinched into her writhing mounds in the frenzy of his wild thrusts.
For minutes they heaved and bucked violently together, Fred's ass a pistoning ramrod of savage thrusts as he plunged his rigid tool into the clutching oval of her heaving crotch with an abandon that knew no bounds. Barbara's heels beat a tattoo of unbridled passion against his thighs and ass, her legs wrapped around the small of his back, as she returned his spastic lunges with unrestrained fury.
Barbara cried aloud as the dam of his passion burst with an explosive lunge against her and the hot juices of his orgasm poured into her, and she came off with him.
"Oh, baby, baby," Fred moaned against her ear, his body shaking with orgasmic tremors as Barbara's vaginal walls contracted tightly against his deeply imbedded cock in the throes of her own spasms of release.
Locked together, the sticky fluid of their coupling sealing their pelvic union, they kissed in a heated embrace they had not known together for many months as the fires of their furious coupling slowly eased into embers of quiet contentment.
"It's been a long, long time since we were like that together," Fred said huskily into her ear. "Baby, you fucked like a mink. You were all woman, all sensuous woman!" he murmured in deep, meaningful words.
"I wanted you-really wanted you, as I haven't in a long time," Barbara admitted honestly.
"Maybe there's a lot of truth in the swinging philosophy of strange ass making your own marriage better," Fred reflected. "But I know that making it with Jeannie last night made me want you more than ever today. Oh, baby, you were wonderful, wonderful!"
Barbara glowed with pleasure at the sincerity of his compliments. She had lowered the bars of her inhibitions and found great sexual joy in her unashamed and lustful acceptance of Fred's advances, and had responded with a frenzy she had not shown him before.
Her viewpoint was changing, she knew, and she could not regret all that had happened to her, for it was paying dividends. In the trials and tribulations of her recent experiences, she was finding her inner self-the woman she had always wanted to be.
She knew she still had a long way to go to be everything Fred wanted of her, but she was certain that the threesome they planned would be another step in her sexual metamorphosis.
They agreed to set it up for the following week, on Friday, and both Barbara and Fred looked forward to it with keen anticipation.
FIVE
Barbara went to work that week with a revised outlook on life. She faced her students with a new confidence, and she felt a deeper pride in her womanhood.
She found herself no longer reacting angrily to the usual muted wolf whistles and lustful stares of some of the males-pupils and staff alike-as she had previously. She seemed to glow in the attention given her, as though she were really beginning to appreciate herself as a woman.
An incident late in the week added to her growing change-and experience. She had been having a bit of difficulty with one boy in her history class, a big, broad-shouldered Swedish boy named Olaf. He was a handsome lad, looking older than his sixteen years. Olaf was slow to grasp specific names and dates, and consequently was not attaining a passing grade in this, his final year.
When he was leaving class, she called him over and said, "Olaf, you seem to like history, but you're apparently having considerable difficulty with it. Why don't you stop in after school and let's discuss your problem."
"Okay, Mrs. Hastings," he answered. "I'll be here around three-thirty or so."
"Good. See you then."
Barbara had dismissed her last class and was pulling the window shades down and straightening the charts when Olaf entered that afternoon. Barbara sat on the edge of her desk as Olaf dropped into a front-row seat in front of her.
Barbara discussed his work with him in all earnestness, anxious to help the boy as best she could. He answered her questions hesitantly, explaining what facets of the course seemed to be giving him his greatest trouble.
As he talked, Barbara noticed his eyes straying to the bottom of her dress, and she hoped she wasn't showing too much leg. He kept licking his lips, in what she thought was only nervousness, so she didn't bother changing her position.
She didn't realize that from Olaf's viewpoint, he was getting quite an eyeful. He could see up the smooth, white skin of her thighs to the darker junction of their union, where a brief glimpse-of blue panty showed, covering the mound of her womanhood.
Only when Barbara's eyes drifted to Olaf's groin and noted the long bulge along one pant leg did she realize the sight she was giving him. She shifted her legs, cutting off the view of her inner thighs, but she felt a strange tingling at seeing Olaf's hard-on in his pants.
"Supposing we run over the chart we studied today," she suggested, rising to go to the front of the room. She pulled a large map down from the roller atop one wall, using the long cord attached to it. She moved a stepladder in front of the unrolled map, picked up a pointer and climbed three steps. "Here, Olaf," she said, pointing to one section of the map, "This is the part of Greece where the Trojan battle we discussed today was fought. What is this particular area called?"
Olaf got up, his hands dangling in front of him to try to hide the bulge at his groin, and edged forward to the board. He stood alongside the stepladder and started to answer when the chart suddenly flew upwards with a noisy spinning sound, the cord wound up in the rolls of canvas.
"Oh, damn!" Barbara muttered. "Wait a minute, Olaf. I'll have to fix this." She climbed to the top of the stepladder and started to pull at the twisted roll, her arms stretched upwards, her body leaning forward from the waist.
Her legs were exposed to Olaf's eyes all the way to her panty-covered rear globes. The satiny, delightfully rounded half-moons of her lower spheres peeked out provocatively from under the silken material, and the taut wisp of panty at her crotch outlined the deep crease of her pussy. His loins flamed at the sight, and his penis swelled anew in his pants, straining against the denim restricting it.
"Look out, don't fall!" he said abruptly to Barbara, as he shot one hand along her leg to grasp her upper thigh, the warmth and feel of her soft, velvety skin sending surges of desire through his body.
Barbara stiffened at the sudden feel of his hand sliding up her leg to her thigh, but she said nothing and continued to pull away at the chart. She accepted his move as unintentional, that he was merely trying to support her and had not chosen to purposely grasp her by the thigh.
She unwound the chart, seemingly oblivious to the fact that as she pulled at the twisted roll, Olaf's hand had moved higher, near her crotch. Olaf clutched her inner thigh, the back of his hand lightly touching the silk-covered crease between her legs. Its warmth sent the flames of desire higher in his swollen groin.
"I think that's got it, Olaf," she said as the cord pulled free from the roller and she started to step down. As she did, Olaf's hand firmly cupped her crotch, his fingers pressed firmly against the crack of her pussy, his thumb extended along the crease of her ass.
"Olaf!" she said, moving downward, but the lowering of her body only tightened Olaf's grip on her pelvic junction, and he now had her crotch firmly pinioned. Excitedly, he slid a finger under the band of her panties and pushed it into her moist, ridged hole. He was so horny now that he threw all caution aside and held her body firmly in his arms, his breath coming in quick gasps as he probed her pussy eagerly with his large finger.
Barbara tried to work loose, but Olaf was too strong. His arm clamped around her waist, and she could feel the stiffness of his prick as it pressed tightly against the swell of her buttocks. She could not pull his hand away from her crotch, and already she felt herself weakening, responding involuntarily as Olaf finger-fucked her lustfully.
"Olaf, don't!" she gasped in protest, but the boy was so excited he could think only of the glorious feel of her squirming quim as he fingered its wet warmth, while his hips humped his stiff joint against the rounded cheeks of her ass.
"Olaf, stop!" she again protested, but her voice was more husky now, as her hips twitched against her will in response to his eager fingering. "Olaf!" she gasped, as he swiftly pulled his finger from her pussy and jerked her panties down. His hand shot back to her uncovered crotch, her panties near her knees, and he rubbed her pussy feverishly with his hand.
Her clitoris stiffened under his fingers, and her pelvis jerked spastically to the tempo of his heated ministrations.
She moaned softly, trying to say his name again, but only stifled cries of her swelling passion passed her lips.
She felt Olaf push her body forward, bending her over so that the cheeks of her ass rolled outward to him. His hand again left her crotch, and she felt him pull awkwardly at his pants as he extracted his stiffened, throbbing cock. "I gotta fuck you! I gotta fuck you!" Olaf grunted in the throes of his uncontrolled lust, and she felt the stiff warmth of his swollen prick as it pushed into the crease of her hair-lined junction and plunged deeply into her.
"AAHHhhh!" she cried out as the hot roll of solid flesh pummeled into her; then her hips rose to meet the rhythm of his thrusts as she succumbed to the pleasure of his vicious plunges into her.
Olaf grunted passionately with each violent surge of his hips as he humped her with teen-age fury, then his body slammed against her suddenly and the hot juices spurted from his wildly throbbing cock into the depths of her slick, hot, clutching canal. "AAAARRRRrrrr!" he growled as he came off, his body shaking violently from head to toe.
He held her tightly for several moments, breathing deeply, his cock still twitching within her, as his paroxyms slowly eased, then he slowly pulled his wet shaft from her and relaxed the pressure of his strong arms around her.
Barbara turned and looked into Olaf's now frightened eyes. "I couldn't help it! I couldn't help it!" he gasped in his fear of what she might say now. He pulled awkwardly at his now soft penis, trying to stuff it back into his pants. The front of his pants was wet with the fluids of their coupling. His face was a mask of undisguised fear in the realization of what he had done.
"Get into the cloakroom before someone walks in," Barbara ordered. "You've got to get yourself cleaned up. She walked in with him, pulling her panties up, and closed the door behind them.
"Do you know what you have just done?" Barbara asked. "Do you realize what could happen to you?"
"Yes-ss," he answered fearfully, then hastily added, "Honest, I couldn't help myself, I couldn't! I wanted you so bad I couldn't stop!"
"I understand. I really do," Barbara said, putting her arms around the shaking boy reassuringly. "But do you know what you did to me, too?"
He stared at her without understanding, as she continued, her voice soft and husky now, "You screwed me hard, didn't you, Olaf? And you came off in me, didn't you?"
"Yes," he answered hesitantly.
"And you got real hot, didn't you, Olaf? And when you got so hot, did you think that maybe you were making me all hot too?"
"Oh," he mumbled, her meaning still unclear to him.
"You did, you know, Olaf," she gasped. "You came off and now you feel better. But what about me? I didn't come off, and I'm still hot. Don't you want to do something about that, Olaf?" she urged hoarsely, as she guided his hand back to the heated junction of her thighs.
"I-I can't!" he protested softly, excitedly. "I'm all soft now!"
"If I show you how, if I let you have some more fun, Olaf, will it be our secret, yours and mine? Will you promise not to tell anyone if I let you do things to me?"
"Yeah, sure!" he gasped.
"And if you keep your promise, I won't tell anyone what you did. You'll be safe," she said, her voice growing huskier. She was bold, aggressive, because she was horny beyond belief, strangely so. And her horniness was accentuated by the closeness of the two in the semi-darkened cloakroom, the damp and woody aroma in the small room that seemed to act as an aphrodisiac, and the fires within her that Olaf had left so unsatisfied.
She reached for his open fly, taking his sticky, soft penis in her hand and squeezing it suggestively. "You do want to have more fun, don't you, Olaf?"
"Yes!" he gushed anxiously.
"And you won't tell anyone, you promise?" she asked, stroking his soft cock.
"Yes, yes, I promise!" he answered her, his hand clutching at her panty-clad groin.
"Have you ever made oral love to a girl?"
"Huh?"
"Oral. Love. You know-with your tongue. Have you ever licked a girl's pussy?"
"A little," he said, "with my cousin. We did it to each other one time in the barn."
"Would you like to try it with me?" she asked anxiously.
"Yeah, I would!" he said eagerly, his hand pulling more eagerly now at her crotch.
"Go ahead!" she urged, "fake my panties off and try it."
Clumsily but eagerly, Olaf slid to his knees, raised Barbara's dress and pulled her panties down. Barbara stepped out of them and leaned against the wall, spreading her legs widely apart, her golden-haired mound exposed to his view.
Olaf slid forward on his knees and brought his mouth to the fleece-shrouded nest between her legs and gingerly slid his tongue into the pink, warm, wet flesh. He licked at it eagerly, relishing the sweet, musky aroma of her and tasting the tangy fluid that seeped from the deep passage beyond. In his excitement, he didn't realize that the juices were a combination of his own acrid semen and her aromatic juices.
Barbara's hands pulled his head tightly to her wide-spread pelvis, and her hips jerked spastically as his tongue lathered her faster and harder. She rolled her pussy around his open mouth, his nose deep in her pubic hair, her face wracked with passion as tremors of increasing desire flared through her loins.
"Put your tongue in me!" she gasped, and Olaf obeyed, pushing it into her ridged tunnel as Barbara's hips exploded into a series of paroxysms and she came off. "OOHHhhhhhhh!" she moaned as she thrust against Olaf's tongue. "Oh, suck me, suck me!" she moaned, and the boy's tongue lapped at her lustily as her body shuddered in ecstatic, orgasmic release.
Gradually, she eased her hips backward as the spasms subsided, and Olaf s mouth left her pussy as he looked up at her, his chin wet with her fluids, and said, "Did I do good?"
"You were wonderful, Olaf, wonderful!" she said enthusiastically. "Did you like it?"
"Yeah! But I got all hard again," he said, showing her the re-stiffened cylinder of flesh between his legs, fully erect. His eyes pleaded for relief.
"Stand up," Barbara told him, as her mind mused, Why not? What better time to experiment? A teen-ager, especially a relatively inexperienced teen-ager, would be a perfect test to see if she could suck a cock off all the way by herself.
Barbara slid to her knees as Olaf stood up, holding his rigid cock in front of him anxiously. She reached for his penis and bent her head forward, sliding his hard roll between her lips and into her mouth.
Its swollen head pushed deeply into her mouth as Olaf's hips instinctively lunged forward, and she grasped the base of his prick with her fingers to keep it from ramming into her throat. Its satiny skin slid back and forth over the hard core beneath it as his prick lunged back and forth over her tongue. She felt its rounded tip drive against the back of her mouth, then pull back to the tautness of her lips only to slide deeply into her mouth again and again with increasing speed and harder, driving thrusts.
She rolled her tongue around the thrusting shaft at each plunge, and pumped the base of his cock with her fingers in dual masturbation. She moved her head back and forth in tempo with his spastic lunges, and his prick seem to swell to even greater circumference in her mouth.
She reached up to fondle the dangling sack of his testicles with her other hand, rolling his balls gently in her fingers as she sucked with growing fervor at his plunging cock.
Then, with a desperate lunge that sank his prick almost into her throat, Olaf shot his load, the hot, creamy semen spewing into her mouth in gushing spurts that nearly gagged her. His cock throbbed wildly as it spat out its jerks of the thick fluid, and his body trembled violently.
Barbara swallowed some of the salty cream, the rest seeping from the corners of her mouth as she continued to suck on his softening stem with her mouth until his violent tremors eased. He pulled his hips back, and his soft cock slid from between her wet lips.
She wiped her mouth with her discarded panties and rose as Olaf tucked his spent penis back into his pants. "Good?" she asked him.
"It was-it was, I don't know how to say it, it was so good!" he stammered in an aura of unbelievable excitement. "I never knew anything could be so good!"
Barbara pulled the boy to her, kissing him on the lips, her tongue flicking between his teeth. "I did it!" she thought to herself. "I sucked a cock off all the way-and I liked it!"
She pulled her mouth back from his and said huskily, "Now we each have a real secret to share, Olaf. And if nobody finds out about us, maybe there will be more for you sometime. Would you like that?"
The hope of getting more of this indescribable pleasure was a reward for silence beyond his wildest dreams, and Olaf swore that this would be their secret forever. Barbara offered the bribe half in fear of the possibility of the boy saying something to someone if she didn't-and half in the desire to repeat this new and exciting experience with him.
On the way driving home that evening, Barbara had a chill shake over her as she realized how vastly different was the impassioned, lustful teacher in the cloakroom as compared to the prissy Barbara of before. At twenty-six, she was just coming out of her prim shell like a bitch in heat, she knew, and the change that was sweeping over her made her feel like she was raging through the sexual stresses of puberty all over again.
At home, Fred greeted her with, "Hi, how was your day?"
"One of the greatest," she said cryptically as she leaned her head to his for a kiss. His hand pulled her buttocks to him as his lips met hers, and when their mouths drew apart moments later, he asked, "Feel like a little romp before dinner, baby?"
"How about a drink with my handsome husband?" she replied. "I'm dying of thirst."
Her flattery dulled his request but pleased his ego, and he said, "Coming right up. But you still haven't answered my question."
"Did you forget what's coming up tomorrow night?" she asked, trying to evade a trip to the bedroom. Olaf's come was still wet in her pussy, and her panties bore unmistakable signs of dual service. "Shouldn't we rest up and conserve our energies for whatever the evening holds with Jeannie?" she asked.
"No, I sure didn't forget," Fred answered enthusiastically. "That's one event I wouldn't miss for the world! But I still can't believe you're willing to participate in a threesome. Sure you won't change your mind?"
"I'm sure. I promised and I'll join you in whatever happens," Barbara answered. "I'm looking forward to it as much as you. That's one of the reasons I thought we should-well, give our bodies a rest beforehand. Don't you agree?"
"You're probably right," Fred conceded reluctantly, setting their drinks on the bar. "But don't go undressing around me tonight or my good intentions will go up in smoke. I've got half a hard-on just thinking about it. Well, cheers!" he added, lifting his glass.
She clinked her glass against his and said, "Here's to the threesome."
"Yeah!" he growled melodramatically.
It was to prove a fruitful toast the following night.
SIX
The next day was tension-filled for Barbara. She was excited about the prospects of the threesome planned for that night, and her mind was only half on her teaching that day.
Olaf flushed with embarrassment when he entered the room for his class, his eyes averting her welcoming glance, and she called on him as little as possible for answers during class. When the class was dismissed, he delayed, then approached her desk bashfully.
"I-I just wanted to say that you're the most wonderful person I ever met," he said awkwardly. "I dreamt about you last night-about us, you know what I mean. It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me." His eyes sparkled in open admiration.
"Thank you, Olaf," she said softly. "We're very special friends now, aren't we?" Her tone was somewhat patronizing, but Olaf didn't realize it.
"You bet!" He paused, then added, "What I wanted to ask was-well, we finish school in two weeks and I'll have to go to my uncle's farm in Minnesota to work. And I wondered-that is, well, gee, when am I going to have a chance to see you again? Just us alone, I mean?" he stammered.
"Tell you what," Barbara answered. "Supposing I arrange to see you one night next week after school, would you like that?"
"Oh, boy, yeah!"
"And we'll see then if we can't get together yet again before you leave," she encouraged him. "Will you be patient and let me see what I can do? We can't take any more chances here at school, you know that."
"Yeah, I know. And you will see me next week, promise?"
"I promise, Olaf. Now you run along before someone gets suspicious. I'll talk to you Monday and we'll make plans, okay?"
"Okay-and thanks," he stammered. "You're-you're beautiful!" he gushed and stumbled from the room.
Barbara drew the shades after Olaf left, straightened out her desk and left to drive home, filled with anticipation about the night ahead.
She and Fred eased their excitement and anxieties with a couple of highballs, consumed two steaks and a hastily prepared salad, and relaxed over coffee to discuss the night ahead, and the threesome planned with Jeannie.
"No qualms, baby?" he asked. "You'll go through with it all the way?"
"All the way," she assured him confidently. "I've got to know if I can become the woman you want me to be, and this sounds like one of the most direct ways I know to break down inhibitions. Just-well, be patient with me if I don't do as well as Jeannie. I'm making progress, but I want to get rid of all the hang-ups I've had for so long, then I'll be all you've always wanted in a woman. At least I'll try to be."
"No sweat," he answered. "Don't worry about comparisons, baby. Just be yourself, relax, have a ball and enjoy it all. And I'll bet our sex life turns out better than we ever imagined."
Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of the door chimes. "That must be Jeannie," said Fred. "Shall I get the door?"
"Please," said Barbara. "I'm going to go freshen my make-up. I'll be right out." She went to the bedroom as Fred walked to the front door and swung it open.
Jeannie bounced in with a broad smile on her face. "Hi!" she said gaily, throwing her arms around Fred and kissing him firmly on the lips.
"You look ravishing!" Fred exclaimed.
"And ready to be ravished!" she quipped. She wore a black sheath, cut low in front, the swell of her lush breasts dropping to a deep inviting cleavage. Her dark eyes danced below her long lashes, and her lips shone with sparkling highlights. Her black hair swirled in natural waves in a casual upsweep. She looked lovely.
"One scotch coming up," said Fred as he moved to the bar. "And we'll see what else you can bring up later," he joked with a meaningful grin. "Not that it will be difficult I've gotten a bone-on every time I've thought about you this week."
"Great!" she chuckled delightedly. "That makes for a promising evening. Where's Barbara?"
"You called?" said Barbara as she entered the room. "I was just freshening my make-up. Gee, you look great, Jeannie," she added as she neared the bar and hugged the darker girl in greeting.
"So do you," said Jeannie, admiring Barbara's ripe curves outlined by the shimmering black and gold hostess gown she wore. The material was tight across Barbara's full breasts, and the projections at their peaks showed she wore no bra beneath the gown. One shapely white thigh showed in the slit which was cut along one side of the gown.
They had a few drinks, unwinding from the tensions of anticipation on the part of each, and the mood to start their sexual enjoyment gradually built. "I had thought about strip poker or something like that for openers," Fred said at one point, "but then I-figured that was kid stuff, and decided we might all enjoy some erotic movies instead so I picked up some color films. How's that sound?"
"Fine," said Jeannie. "They turn me on."
"I've never seen any," Barbara commented, "but I'd like to. At least I think I'd like them." So Fred set up the screen, brought out the projector and set it up on the coffee table, and threaded the first reel of film into it.
"What say we eliminate a lot of unnecessary excuses to get undressed as we progress and strip down right now before we enjoy the show?" Fred asked.
"Why not?" said Jeannie, matter-of-factly, and rose to start unzipping her dress. She lowered it from her, revealing the black lace bra beneath, from which swelled the smooth spheres of her melon-like breasts. A matching pair of black lace bikini panties slung low over her sensuous hips and pulled tautly at the prominent mound at her crotch.
Fred's groin stirred as he watched her unclasp and remove her bra. Her pink-brown crested globules sprung forth in a picture of mouth-watering delight. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, and the sight of the matted triangle of fine, dark hair at her groin brought new tinglings to Fred's loins.
Their eyes swung as one pair, to Barbara, who was just hanging up her gown. Her bare back was to them, and her pert buttocks were encased in a brief wisp of filmy blue panties. The crease of her ass was outlined through the translucent material, and the bottom half of each rounded hillock peeked out enticingly from beneath her panties.
She turned, pulling her panties from her, her strawberry-crested breasts jutting out invitingly as she bent forward. She stood up, the golden mound at the junction of her thighs drawing both Fred's and Jeannie's eyes magnetically. Barbara was a living portrait in creamy white, pink and blonde, a lush and inviting picture of femininity.
"What about you?" Jeannie asked with a chuckle at the still fully-clothed Fred.
"Just watching and enjoying," he said with a grin. "I'll get caught up." He peeled off his shirt, and slid his trousers from him. Both girls looked at the bulge in his nylon briefs as he slipped off his undershirt and reached for the waistband of his shorts. They slid downward, revealing the hanging roll of partially inflated flesh at his groin, its base surrounded by a nest of black hair, his sack dangling behind his penis.
"Is that an appetizer?" Jeannie teased, her eyes feasting on his semi-soft stem.
"You nibble on it and it will swell into a main course," Fred quipped back. Jeannie made no move to follow up on her remark, so Fred turned to the projector, snapped the switch on and the room lights off, and started the film.
The Butler was the title of the first film, and featured a big, dark-haired man in a stage-like butler's uniform. In the opening scene, he was busily engaged in feeling up a petite brunette in a maid's uniform. His hands covered her ass, her dress swept up over her waist, showing her transparent brief panties as he stroked her rear mounds enthusiastically.
They were soul-kissing with growing intensity when a light flashed on a board behind them. The film was silent, and a close-up showed a buzzer below the light. The two broke their heated embrace, and the butler left to go to another room where a gorgeous blonde lay invitingly on a chaise lounge, wearing a gown. The translucent material showed she wore only bra and panties underneath.
The blonde ordered a drink, her eyes straying to the bulge at the butler's groin, smiling knowingly as the butler left. She fondled her pussy through her gown as he left, and the scene shifted to the kitchen. The butler swept the maid into his arms again, taking a few more feels of her ass, his hand then slipping under her panties to caress her crotch.
Then, as though just remembering, he pulled away and fixed the drink, set it on a tray and returned to the other room. He finds the blonde with her gown open, her black bra and panties exposed to his view. She calls the butler over, reaching for the bulge in his pants.
In the true tradition of stag movies, where acting is discounted for action, the two are soon at it, with the blonde sucking away on his cock as the maid peeks into the room and then enters, a pseudo look of shock on her face.
The blonde pantomimes an invitation to the brunette to join in, and the film was off and running in high gear. The rest of the reel dealt with a number of positions in which the three become entangled in sexual enjoyment. The color was good and the focus excellent, and Fred found himself with a whopping hard-on by the time the film ended. He changed reels as Jeannie and Barbara teased him about his swollen prick.
"Come on and lay down with us during this next film," Jeannie invited him, and he did.
He pulled each girl to him on the rug as the next film started. It was entitled Les Girls and featured three beautiful young girls, in hippie dress, and a swarthy male who turned out to have quite a huge prick. The girls took turns blowing him during the first part of the film, giving Fred ideas.
"How about seeing how you can do?" Fred asked Jeannie huskily, and without comment Jeannie slid downward, lowered her mouth to his erect penis and began to french him. Barbara watched, fascinated, her attention gone from the screen, as Jeannie's mouth slid expertly up and down the length of Fred's rigid cock. She had never watched anyone have sex, and she found the experience exhilarating.
Fred's ass rose and fell as he reacted to Jeannie's expert tonguings, and soft sighs of pleasure came from his lips as he grew more and more heated. "Come up here," he urged Barbara, and she moved under his guiding hands to a position above his face, then lowered her crotch to his mouth.
His tongue leaped forward, lapping eagerly at her golden pussy, breathing deeply of her aromatic junction, his hands clutching the soft, warm mounds of her ass. The film was ignored as each concentrated on the sexual enjoyment they shared.
When the film did end, the reel spinning freely, Barbara reached over and shut it off, her pussy still firmly clamped to Fred's busy mouth. She returned her hands to Fred's head, pulling him tightly to her open crotch as she responded to his tonguings with spastic lunges of her pelvis.
Fred licked at her hot slit lustily, and fires flared in his own loins as, at his own crotch, Jeannie continued to suck on his throbbing prick. Then he felt Jeannie's mouth leave his cock as she climbed to her knees and squatted over him.
Jeannie guided his stiff rod into her moist passage and sank down, impaling herself on his rigid staff. Jeannie clasped her arms around Barbara, whose back was to her, as she plunged up and down on his swollen stick. She squeezed Barbara's firm melons, fingering their erect nipples, and pressed her lips against Barbara's back as she rode Fred's deeply imbedded cock with a fury.
Fred's body was afire with passion in the thrill of Barbara's musky, hot wet pussy rammed against his mouth, his tongue probing her eagerly, and the flames that Jeannie wrought as she fucked his upright shaft with a wild abandon.
For minutes, the three bucked and plunged spastically, each aflame with the joys their coupling wrought, waves of passion undulating through their groins. It was Jeannie who first rose to orgasm, crying out loudly as she came off, her pelvis rammed tightly to Fred's quivering groin. "AAAAAHHhhhhhh!" she moaned. "OOHH! OOHHHhh! OOHHhhhhhh!" she moaned over and over in ecstasy as the tremors of orgasmic release rolled through her. Her body was a shuddering mass of unsuppressed passion.
Jeannie's cries were like an aphrodisiac to Barbara, who was already rising to her own climax. She grunted and moaned alternately as her pelvis twitched spastically against Fred's mouth, then the fires raged out of control. "AARRR! AAAARRRrrrrr!" she cried aloud as she, too, came off, her face a mask of lustful pleasure as her pussy pulsated wildly against Fred's tongue, inserted tightly in her quivering passage.
Fred could hold himself back no longer, and he let his load fly, the semen shooting upwards from him to spurt wildly into Jeannie's hot, clutching canal. Jeannie shrieked anew at the thrill of his hot fluid gushing into her, his body trembling uncontrollably beneath her.
They humped quietly against each other as their orgasmic spasms gradually eased, then the trio drew slowly apart, the girls falling to the floor alongside Fred's still quivering form. "Damn, that was the greatest, the greatest!" Fred gasped, a deep sigh escaping from his lips.
"I came off all the way to my toes!" Jeannie gasped.
"Me too!" Barbara echoed, her hand clasped to her still pulsating crotch.
"Let's have a drink and put another film on." Fred suggested moments later, and reloaded the projector as Barbara padded off to get the drinks. "Give me a minute for a quick clean-up and I'll be right with you," Jeannie said as she headed for the bathroom, one hand between her legs to catch Fred's dripping come.
They all stretched out on the floor again, their drinks alongside, as Fred switched on the next reel. It was about two girls rooming together in a college dorm. In the opening scene, they were starting to fondle each other in a manner that quickly led up to them coupling head to groin, frenching each other.
"That turns me on," Fred commented, patting the two sets of rear hillocks as Jeannie and Barbara lay on their stomachs beside him. "You two ought to try it," he added suggestively, unaware of the relationship between the girls already.
"Would that give you a thrill?" Jeannie asked Fred.
"Shit, yes!" he replied. "What do you say, why don't you try it?"
"Hell, I'm willing to give it a whirl if Barb will," Jeannie said with a wink to Barbara in the projector's flickering light. Little did Fred know how well the two were experienced together. Jeannie moved around to Barbara as Fred eased aside, and lowered her head to Barbara's groin. She dipped her head to the blonde's golden-haired pussy and buried her face in the shrouded crease. She swung her legs over Barbara's body, bringing her own crotch to a point above Barbara's face.
Jeannie lowered her pelvis to Barbara's face, her hot slit at
Barbara's mouth. "Go ahead, try it!" Fred urged hoarsely, excited by the sight of Jeannie lustily licking away at Barbara's pussy, and now the view of Barb's face tucked into the junction of Jeannie's thighs.
"Tongue her!" Fred urged again as Barb's tongue slid from between her lips into the moist, hot slit between Jeannie's legs. The two girls squirmed together, the film forgotten, lapping at each other's pelvic union, their buttocks thrashing in response to each other's tonguings.
Fred's pulse raced as he watched them, and his flaccid stem began to swell and rise again slowly. He stroked himself, pumping his penis back to full rigidity as he excitedly watched the two tongue each other. He believed this was the first time Barbara had ever tasted a woman, and he found it a vicarious, exciting experience.
His eyes feasted at the sight of Jeannie's buttocks writhing against Barbara's mouth, and he could see Barbara's tongue as it lathered Jeannie's moist cleft. His eyes drifted to Jeannie's head at Barbara's groin, her face buried between Barbara's quivering white thighs. The fires raged now in his own groin.
Finally, his cock fully erect and throbbing at the sight, he could stay out of it no longer. He moved his leg over them, bringing his stiffened cock to the rounded swells of Jeannie's ass and began rubbing it against the deep crack between them. His balls fell to where Barbara was lapping away at Jeannie's pussy.
Barbara took his balls in her hand, drawing them out of the way of her tongue, caressing them gently, as her tongue continued its eager licking of Jeannie's hot cunt.
Fred grew hotter, rubbing his cock against Jeannie's warm ass, and began to draw the cheeks of her ass apart to probe at the rubbery hole between them. When his fingers had opened her tight anus enough, he put the head of his prick against the small hole and pushed inward.
The sphinctered ring of her anus gave way, and his cock sank into her ass-hole. He lunged his hips forward and it sank deeper, until finally he had it almost to the hilt in her heaving ass. His hips took up the tempo of sexual rhythm, humping forward and backward as his cock surged into her rear passage, the tight interior a clutching wall of warm flesh against his stiffened, throbbing prick.
Jeannie's body flamed with the thrills of Barbara's thrusting tongue in her pussy and now the deep thrusts of Fred's cock in her rectum. Fred jerked his hips spastically now, his passion rising as he surged deeply into Jeannie's ass, knowing that below his balls Barbara's tongue was also swirling into Jeannie's pussy. The thought that he was fucking Jeannie in the ass while Barbara ate her joy-box filled his mind, and his hips thrust savagely in his passion.
Then he felt Jeannie's body erupt into violent tremors as she came off. Her lips left Barbara's pussy as she shrieked aloud in deep, gasping sighs of unbridled passion as the orgasmic tremors wracked her body. Fred kept his cock imbedded in her ass to the hilt, and Barbara's tongue pressed tightly against Jeannie's pulsating crease as the brunette shook in the throes of her orgasm.
Then, as one, they resumed their pelvic thrusts. Jeannie's mouth returned to Barbara's twitching crotch, whirling her tongue around Barbara's pink, raw flesh with a fury, and in moments Barbara duplicated Jeannie's spasms as she, too, came off, her body a wave of shuddering tremors.
Barbara's tremblings subsided, and she gasped, "Let me up a minute," and slithered out from under their hot bodies. Jeannie rose to her knees, Fred's cock still deeply imbedded in her anus. As Barbara rolled alongside, he resumed his thrusts into Jeannie's tight ass.
Barbara watched with fascination the look of joy on Jeannie's face as her head shot forward with each savage thrust, grunts of pleasure rolling from the brunette's throat.
Fred's lunges grew faster, his thrusts deeper, as the fires flared within him, and he began to fuck Jeannie with spastic humping. She moaned loudly as his cock swelled and slammed into her fiercely, his hot juices gushing from him deeply into her bowels. His body shook violently, his face a wracked mask of sexual ecstasy as his prick spewed forth its semen in spasms of indescribable joy.
When, later, Fred eased his softening cock from Jeannie's rubbery passageway with a suctioning sound, Jeannie fell forward onto her stomach with a deep sigh of pleasure. "OOooooohhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, that was good, so good!"
Fred stumbled to the bathroom, his body still undergoing subsiding tremors, as Barbara turned to Jeannie asking, "Is it really that good, Jeannie? I mean, can you come off when you get it in the ass?"
"I came off like crazy!" Jeannie confirmed. "Wow, when that cock goes deep in your ass and then blows that hot gism into you, you can't help but come! But the best was when I came off earlier, when Fred had it in my ass and you were eating me, wow! Hot damn, I thought I'd never stop coming!"
"I've still got a lot to try, haven't I, Jeannie?" she asked.
"Give it time, honey," Jeannie answered. "Try a little something new at a time and hang in there, and the first thing you know, you'll have a lot of new thrills coming your way-things you'll want to try again and again," she reassured her.
Fred returned, and they enjoyed a round of fresh drinks. They were all so thirsty that the drinks were consumed quickly and refills were needed. Fred loaded the projector again and they relaxed to watch the remaining reels.
They were well satiated for the moment, but by the time the films ended, their loins were again beginning to tingle from the pleasure of watching so much unrestrained sexual coupling on the screen.
"I'm beginning to get that itch again," said Jeannie. "How about you, Barb?"
"I did get kind of hot watching that last film," Barbara admitted.
"I've got it in my head," Fred said with a grin, "but how do I get it down here where it belongs?" He waved his limber dick, soft and hanging loosely.
"Let's show him, honey," Jeannie said to Barbara as she moved forward on her knees to where he stood dangling his stem. She lifted it and began to lick at its soft underside. Barbara hesitated a moment, then moved alongside her, and her tongue joined Jeannie's on Fred's flaccid penis.
Their tongues moved up and over the entire length of Fred's cock, their tongues rubbing against each other from time to time as they bathed his roll of flesh until it shone in its entirety from the wetness of their saliva. Barbara raised her hand to his sack and gently fondled his testicles, while Jeannie moved a finger up between his legs to slide it gingerly into his anus.
Fred began to respond, his prick slowly swelling and lengthening until it once again stood fully erect and rigid.
Jeannie's lips slid from his cock as Barbara took him into her mouth. She began to move her head up and down on its stiffened length, her tongue swirling around the velvety hardness.
"Ooooohh, that's good!" he gasped at the unexpected pleasure Barbara was giving him. Fred reveled in the thought that she was taking him in her mouth without coaxing, and was doing a beautiful job of fellating him. She continued to stroke at his balls with her hand, as her mouth sucked him with abandon.
Jeannie continued to push her finger rhythmically into Fred's anus, while her other hand stroked in slow circles over Barbara's velvety rear mounds, slowly, joyfully, affectionately. She looked up at Fred and asked, "Can you fuck us both now?" Her voice was husky, anxious.
"Yeah, I think so," gasped Fred.
"Let me go first," said Jeannie. "I've got an idea for Barb later." She lay on the floor in front of him as Barbara removed her mouth from Fred's cock and moved out of the way. "Put it in me, then let me close my legs under yours," Jeannie told Fred. "That way I'll have you in me as tight as can be, with my legs together. I come off quick when my clitoris is rubbed that way."
Fred brought his swollen rod to her gaping pink crease and pushed it deeply into her ridged, wet warmth. He moved his legs to the outside of hers, and she clamped her thighs together against the rigid shaft, sighing with pleasure as the pressure within her pussy swelled.
"Fuck me,fuck me!" she gasped into Fred's ear as he began stroking into her, his cock tightly wedged between her hot vaginal walls as he pistoned into her wet channel. "Oh, that's good, that's good! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she groaned as his tempo increased, and soon he was plunging into her swiftly and savagely.
"OOHHhhh! OOHHhhh! OOHHhhh!" she wailed with each thrust, her buttocks bouncing wildly on the floor as she met his furious lunges with spastic responses. Her cry built to a crescendo of passion, then her body erupted into a frenzy of tremors as she came off. Her cunt tightened against Fred's imbedded cock, the walls of her pussy pulsating wildly against his throbbing rigidity, her body shaking violently under him.
Her tongue sank deeply into Fred's mouth and their tongues twisted around each other in an ardent soul-kiss. "UUmmm," she moaned in her throat as her pelvic tremors eased in the subsiding aftermath of her orgasm, and when their lips parted, she gasped, "Oh, that was good, Fred! I came off like a skyrocket!"
Fred, his ramrod still swollen and stiff, slowly pulled his cock from her and turned to Barbara laying alongside. She opened her legs in anticipation and he mounted her. He guided his tool to her crotch and pushed it into her ridged canal of hot, moist flesh, his prick still wet with the fluids of his coupling with Jeannie.
Fred's hands slid under her ass to grasp the half-moons of her velvety buttocks and pulled her tightly to him as he thrust his cock to the hilt into her. Barbara's legs moved upward and clamped around his back as Fred's humping began to climb to the furious tempo he had been using in his thrusts into Jeannie moments before.
The pink oval of her vagina was stretched to the cylindrical form of his stiffened shaft as it slid furiously in and out of her, the shining point of their union tinged with the creamy white fluid that lubricated her pussy.
Fred felt Jeannie's hand on his balls, squeezing them gently, as he plunged into Barbara. The cheeks of his ass tightened with each furious thrust as he sank into Barbara to the base of his cock, his pubic hair now wet with the juices that seeped from her as their lunges grew more spastic, more savage, more anxious.
Jeannie moved her hand from Fred's sack and began to rub the crease of Barbara's ass under him as they pounded away at each other. She rubbed the lubricating fluid from Barbara's pussy around her anus, then sank her middle finger into Barbara's rubbery rear hole, pushing it in and out of the sphinctered ring in tempo with Fred's pelvic thrusts.
Barbara responded with spastic tremors and the tight hole opened wider, expanding and contracting each time that Jeannie's finger plunged into her. Then Jeannie sank two fingers into Barbara's anus, then three in a phallic grouping, and knew that Barbara was now ready for anal intercourse.
She took her other hand and grasped Fred's glistening shaft and pulled lightly on it as a signal to him. He pulled it out of Barbara's wet canal and let Jeannie guide the throbbing, hard cylinder to Barbara's rear hole. Jeannie pulled her fingers from Barbara's anus and Fred's cock entered it, pushing deeply inward.
"AAAHHHHHHH!" Barbara cried out as Fred's cock surged beyond the tight, rubbery outer ring of her ass and then sank deeply into her rectal passage. His thrusts began anew, and shooting stabs of mingled pain and passion flared through her groin.
With each" pistoning of Fred's "cock into her ass, Barbara found more and more pleasure, the pain blending into ecstasy, and her buttocks writhed in response to his frenzied invasion. "AAHH! AAHH! AAHH!" she grunted with the intensity of each thrust. Fred moaned hoarsely in her ear, his breath coming in quick gasps as his passion mounted.
"I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" Barbara thought to herself in the fury of their spastic lunges. "I'm getting fucked in the ass and it's good, it's good!" The rigid cylinder boring deep into her bowels brought on a thrill she had never known, and she felt the same tremors of pleasure she experienced when Fred plunged as deeply into her pussy.
Suddenly, Fred's humping became more spastic and with a vicious lunge, he slammed into her all the way. Her anus swelled to the throbbing of his rigid organ as it pumped his hot semen into her in gushing spurts, and she felt herself come off with him.
"AAARRRRrrrrrrr!" they shrieked as one in their orgasmic release, waves of flaming tremors wracking their bodies as their climaxes came together. Deep growling moans escaped their lips, their breaths came in deep, anxious gasps, and they clutched at each other tightly in the throes of their passion.
"Oh, darling, I did it! I did it!" Barbara gasped in Fred's ear. "I took you in my ass all the way!" Fred's lips closed over hers in an impassioned kiss, his cock still deeply imbedded in her rectum. Their tongues met in an ardent, writhing acknowledgement of the sexual pleasure they had found in their anal coupling.
When Fred did slide his softening penis from her tight, wet anus, he collapsed alongside her, words of praise pouring from his lips. "Baby, that was wonderful!" he gasped with unrestrained sincerity, and Barbara glowed with inner satisfaction.
"I haven't enjoyed a threesome like this in my life!" Jeannie added exuberantly. "See, Barb, you really did throw off some of your inhibitions tonight. You did some things you didn't think you could, and you really enjoyed them, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes!" Barbara responded enthusiastically. "I admit I had some reservations about our threesome, but now I'm glad we got together. I feel like sex is really beginning to mean something to me. I feel-freed, I guess is the word."
"You were both terrific!" Fred added. "We're going to have to do this again, soon."
"We really should think about trying one more thing," said Jeannie. "We proved that we could have a ball as a threesome, but it was one man with two women. Fred, what would be your feelings if we had swung all the way-I mean with two men? Do you think you could enjoy watching Barbara fuck another man?"
They discussed it, and Fred said, he felt swinging all the way could be a ball. "I've often thought about trying it sometime," he said, "but I've always felt that if Barb couldn't I really cut it with me-really turn loose, I mean-how could she cut loose with somebody else?"
"Maybe that's just what she needs," answered Jeannie. "She sure kicked over some of her. inhibitions tonight and beat some hang-ups. What might some real swinging do? Are you interested in giving it a try?"
"What did you have in mind?" Fred asked.
"Well," said Jeannie, "ever since my divorce, I've been going steady with a real swinger, a guy from over at Ames Lake, and we've been to a lot of swinging parties together, j We were going up to Terre Haute next week end for a party. How about coming along?"
She explained to them that the party was being given by a wealthy broker at his country home, and that there would be about five couples present. "They're beautiful people," she added. "You'd both have a ball, I mean it."
"What do you say, Barb? Want to try it?" asked Fred.
"What do you think?" she countered. "Do you want me to try swinging?"
"There's only one way to find out whether we'd like it, and that's to go ahead and do it," Fred answered. "I'd like to try, yes."
"Okay, then," Barbara agreed. "The master has spoken, Jeannie. We'll go up with you next week end. Unless Fred changes his mind, that is," she added with a sly grin.
"No fear," Fred retorted. "If you're willing to participate, I say let's go all out and kick down all the barriers. If swinging is everything it's purported to be, we ought to put even more new life in our marriage. I'm all for giving it a whirl, and next week is as good a time to start as any."
"Good," said Jeannie, and the three discussed the details before Jeannie left, picking a time to meet, and once again Fred and Barbara had something to look forward to in Barbara's sexual metamorphosis.
SEVEN
A story in Monday morning's paper caught Barbara's eye. "Three Cyclists Killed in Freak Accident," the headline read.
The story revealed that the motorcyclists, running side by side on a highway in violation of the law, had run into the side of a semi-trailer truck on a sharp turn. The accident had taken place on a highway some ninety miles from Danesville, and the descriptions verified for Barbara the fact that the three were the men who had raped her.
Someone else might have found a satisfaction in the accident, considering it a form of retribution, but Barbara did not. She felt saddened by the tragedy, in spite of the attack on her by the trio, and the only consoling thought that she could derive from the deaths of the three was that it closed the book forever on the episode in the woods. She knew now that no one would ever learn what had happened to her at the hands of the three.
She was understandably upset by reading of the tragedy, and when she went on to school her teaching day was rather tense. Her day was hardly benefited by the rather strained feeling of instructing Olaf's class. His was the last class of the day, and he stalled at the dismissal of the group to talk to Barbara.
"I've missed you," he said awkwardly when they were alone. "Am I going to be able to see you soon?" he asked anxiously, remembering Barbara's promise the week before.
"Yes," Barbara reassured him. "I haven't forgotten, Olaf. Maybe we can get together after school one night this week."
"What about tonight?" he asked quickly, the anxiety reflected in his face.
"I have to be home early tonight, Olaf. I'll tell you what. Supposing I plan on being late tomorrow and we can take a drive somewhere after school, okay?"
"Great!" he responded, obviously pleased, as Barbara stepped toward the cloakroom, saying, "Wait a moment, Olaf, and I'll walk out with you." She took her sweater off the hangar and turned to find Olaf alongside her in the semi-darkened room.
"Can I-kiss you?" he asked hesitantly, reaching for her anxiously.
Barbara hesitated for a moment, apprehensive, then let him kiss her, feeling it might ease his anxiety, but it only served to get him all the more excited. His tongue surged into her mouth, and his hands dropped from her waist to clasp the cheeks of her ass tightly to him. Barbara felt the hard bulge at his groin as he pressed against her.
"Not here, Olaf!" she protested, pulling her lips from his. "We can't take any chances." She tried to pull away, but his strong arms pinioned her to him.
"But I'm hot!" he half-whispered hoarsely. "I'm burning up wanting you." And before Barbara realized it, he had pulled his stiff penis from his pants and pressed its swollen warmth into her hand.
"Do me, please!" he pleaded urgently. His cock was hot and throbbing in Barbara's hand.
Fearful of what reaction he might have in his disappointment if she rejected him, Barbara sank to her knees and took his stiff shaft into her mouth and began to fellate him. Neither of them in their sexual concentration saw the shadowed head at the partially open door of the cloakroom.
Olaf was so excited and horny that the first feel of Barbara's tongue swirling over his penis, and the warmth of her mouth as it engulfed him, sent fires through his groin. He humped his hips spastically in his want, knowing he would come off very quickly.
Barbara grasped Olaf's cock at its base so he would not thrust it too deeply into her mouth, and moved her lips up and down the stiffened pike. She swirled her tongue around its enlarged head and felt the premature throbbing of the rigid stem as it slid in and out of her mouth under its velvety cover of soft, yielding skin.
Moments later, he lunged hard against her mouth, his body shaking violently, and his semen spurted into her. Her cheeks bulged with his fluids as she milked him with her tightly clutching lips until he was completely spent
She slid her mouth from his wet, softening cock and stood up, spitting his creamy juices into a tissue from her purse alongside. As she stood up, the head that had been peeking into the room disappeared. Again, neither of them noticed.
Olaf fumbled with his flaccid stem, pushing it back into his trousers. "Oh, that was good!" he gasped. "Gee, I'm sorry I came off so quick. I wanted to do something for you, too, but.. . "
"It's okay, Olaf." Barbara interrupted. "But we really shouldn't do anything here in school. You mustn't be so anxious, so impatient. You're going to have to learn to wait until the right place and time." She paused a moment, and then softened her criticism with the question, "But you do feel better now, don't you?"
"Gosh, yes!" he replied enthusiastically, adding, "And I can still see you after school tomorrow?"
"Yes. You can wait by my car in the parking lot and we'll take a drive somewhere, perhaps out near the lake or somewhere where we won't be seen. You know the chances I'm taking for you, don't you, Olaf?" she emphasized.
Olaf shook his head affirmatively, mumbling, "Yes," glowing in his acknowledgement, for in his mind their affair was based on personal and physical attraction. He did not realize that Barbara was obliging him in fear of someone learning of their original act. She felt that compounding the wrong was easier to comply with than taking a chance on Olaf talking if she didn't cooperate. She thought of it as a form of insurance-though she admittedly also found their sexual escapades pleasureable.
Olaf left and Barbara walked to her car to drive home. As she approached her car, she noticed someone sitting in the front seat. She opened the door and saw it was Barney, the school janitor, sitting there.
"Barney! What are you doing here?" she asked rather sharply.
"Waiting to talk to you," the big man answered in his guttural, Slavic tone. He was in his overalls and blue work shirt, the material stretched by his huge, muscular shoulders. Barney was about fifty, and had been a professional boxer who had received a few too many blows to the head and was somewhat punchy. He was big and muscular, yet gentle and simple in disposition, like a friendly St. Bernard. His views were expressed simply, honestly and directly.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Barney?" she asked as she entered the car and sat behind the wheel.
"You like Barney?" he countered with the simple question in his thick accent, in somewhat child-like fashion.
"Yes, I like you, Barney," she said patronizingly.
"You be nice to Barney?" he asked, his voice lower, beseeching.
"What do you mean?"
"I see what you do to boy. You blow him. You blow Barney, too?" he asked, frank and forthright, his eyes staring directly into hers.
Barbara was stunned by the realization that Barney had seen her when she had gone down on Olaf. And she was equally upset by the huge janitor's blunt request for her to go down on him as well.
She was spared answering him for the moment by the sound of a horn blowing alongside her car. It was Jeannie. "Hi," she called over. "Interested in a highball on the way home?" she asked, her eyes not missing the sight of Barney sitting alongside Barbara.
"Excuse me just a moment, Barney," Barbara said, opening the car door. She walked over to Jeannie's car and said, softly, "I've got a problem."
"What's the matter?"
"Let's say I was a little indiscreet. I'll fill you in on the details later. In any event, what it boils down to is that I got myself in a bind with one of the students by giving in when I had the hots one day-though it came closer to rape, and I've had to pacify him since. Today, I went down on him in the cloakroom and Barney saw us. Now he wants a little satisfaction for himself. I don't know what to do."
"Hell, that's easy," Jeannie replied. "Have him come with you over to my place. Between the two of us, we ought to be able to do something for him. He's just another man. He wants to blow his nuts, period. Okay, so we can fix him up. And with two of us, we have an extra person to dispute anything he says if we can't make him see things our way. Wouldn't that answer your problem?"
"I guess so," Barbara answered. "Gosh, Jeannie, you're grand, a real friend."
"Forget it, honey. I've had some close calls myself. And who knows, it could be real fun. Come on over."
"Okay," Barbara answered. "I'll give you a few minutes head start and then I'll drive him on over."
"You'll be okay?"
"Oh, sure," Barbara reassured her. "Barney is just like a big horny dog at the moment, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. We'll be right there."
"Always something new in life," Jeannie quipped as she started the car. "See you shortly." She drove off and Barbara returned to her own car.
"She talk about Barney?" he asked, concerned, as she sat down.
"She said we could go over to her house," Barbara replied. "We'll give you a drink and-we'll be good to you," she added suggestively.
"You fuck Barney?" he asked bluntly. "Barney like to fuck." He took her hand and laid it on the huge swell in his trousers.
My God! she thought to herself as she felt the shape of his huge prick. It must be a foot long! It felt as big around to her as a salami.
"Barney got big prick," he said. "I show you." Barbara quickly glanced around the parking lot, grateful it was empty, as Barney pulled the huge cock from his pants.
It was monstrous! It looked at least two inches thick through the middle and nearly a foot long, its knobby head as big as an ink bottle! Barbara had never seen nor envisioned a penis so big. She couldn't imagine how a woman could take that huge shaft into her pussy.
"Put it away, Barney!" she cautioned him, but her eyes were glued to the sight of the huge prick. "We'd better be leaving," she said as she nervously started the car. Barney stuffed the large roll of flesh back into his pants and they drove away, headed for Jeannie's house.
When they arrived, Barney followed Barbara into the cottage like a big, obedient puppy. Jeannie greeted them and ushered them into the living room. "Would you like a beer?" she asked Barney.
"Yeah. Barney-likes beer," he answered.
Jeannie popped a can open and handed it to Barney. She turned to Barbara and said, "So what's what now, honey?"
"Well, like I told you, Jeannie, I was in the position of having to satisfy the kid, who might otherwise have done a little talking, and-well, when I went down on him, Barney saw us."
"And now you want some yourself, right, Barney?" she asked the big man as he gulped the beer down.
"Barney not make any trouble," he protested at her tone. "Barney not tell what he saw. I want have woman, too."
"And if we're good to you, will you promise not to tell anyone what you saw?" Jeannie asked.
"Barney not tell!" he said with a tone of indignation, as though his honesty had been questioned. Then his voice softened and he asked, again, addressing Barbara, "You be nice to Barney?"
"I will if I can figure out how," Barbara said cryptically in a side comment to Jeannie. "He's got a cock on him like a horse. He whipped it out in the car and I couldn't believe it!"
"Really?" Jeannie queried, her interest piqued. "Show me, Barney," she asked the big man abruptly, anxiously. He obediently took out his penis. It was semi-soft now, but even at that its size astounded Jeannie.
"Wow!" she gasped.
"We fuck now?" Barney asked, looking from Jeannie to Barbara.
"Why don't you get undressed?" Jeannie asked Barney eagerly, "and we'll take our clothes off, too."
"Good! Barney like that. Have two womens," he said eagerly and began to pull off his clothes. He was a man-mountain of muscle, wide-shouldered and barrel-chested, with only the trace of a pouch on his stomach, and big, muscular thighs. His huge penis dangled from the black nest of hair that matted his groin, and large testicles filled the sack that hung behind the thick cylinder of flesh.
"Come on, strip down," Jeannie urged Barbara, and they began to undress, though both pairs of eyes still lingered on the giant tube that dangled from between Barney's legs.
"I can't take that!" Barbara protested in a whispered comment to Jeannie, but she nevertheless pulled off her clothes in compliance with Jeannie's request. Barney's eyes gleamed as she removed her dress, followed by her stockings, bra and panties. The desire rose in his eyes as he viewed her in all her ripe, lush curves, feasting his eyes on her strawberry-crested breasts and the golden triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs.
His huge staff began to stiffen and swell as he switched his eyes to Jeannie, relishing the sight of her voluptuous curves and hollows in darker contrast to Barbara's creamy white skin, and he looked greedily at the matted thatch of dark hair that crested her pubic junction.
"You damn good nice womens!" he said hoarsely, in what he intended in his fractured grammar as a very sincere compliment. His prick stood nearly upright now, its swollen stem as thick as a salami. Jeannie's eyes widened as she saw how big his prick had become.
"Come into the bedroom and lay down," she urged him huskily, and Barney obediently padded off to the next room with Jeannie leading him by the hand. He stretched out on the bed, his big shaft pointing upright, and Barbara and Jeannie lay down, one on each side of him.
"What a whang!" Jeannie gasped in admiration as she took the huge cylinder in her hand. Her fingers barely touched around the thick shaft. "Feel this damned thing!" she gasped to Barbara, and Barbara also took hold of the warm, thick branch of hardened flesh. There was still ample room on the long roll, and Barbara brought her other hand to its veined rigidity and the girls began to masturbate Barney slowly.
"Is nice!" Barney gasped appreciatively, his huge tool stiffening even more under their stroking hands. "Suck cock, " he urged hoarsely. "Barney like that!"
Jeannie, her head closest to the mushroomed head of his giant cock, bent her head down, opening her mouth to its fullest as her lips slid over the swollen end of his prick. She could take little more than its knobby head into her mouth, and her cheeks were puffed out from the ball of flesh that filled it.
She moved her head up and down as best she could, though the size of his prick prevented much movement. As a matter-of-fact, it was about all she could do to fellate the head of his huge dick.
"Good, good!" Barney growled gutturally, his hips now humping rhythmically to the girls' ministrations. He looked over at Barbara and said, "Come," reaching his arms out to her. Barbara took her hands from his cock and fearfully moved upwards.
Jeannie brought her other hand to Barney's prick when Barbara removed hers, and began to pump him with both hands as her mouth struggled with its knobby head.
Barney guided Barbara upward, gasping, "Sit! Barney eat cunt." He guided her until her crotch was above his face, then moved his arms under her ass and pulled her downward until his mouth was firmly against her groin, her moist crease at his mouth. He buried his mouth in her hair-shrouded junction and eagerly slid his tongue into her warm, moist slit.
He breathed deeply of her aromatic muskiness, his nose deep in her pubic hair as his tongue lapped at her pink, raw flesh with a frenzy. His tonguings were so ardent, so unrestrained, that Barbara responded quickly, her groin writhing against his mouth.
His large hands rose to her heaving breasts and he squeezed them with a gentleness that belied his brute size. He rolled their nipples between his fingers, pinching them slightly, and kneaded her warm melons sensuously with his huge palms.
Barbara grew hotter, the flames fired by the intensity of his frenzied lapping of her pussy, and she began to hump spastically against his mouth. Then, just as she was rising to a crescendo of desire, Barney pushed her back slightly, pulling his lips from her crease and gasped, "We fuck now!"
Barbara slid downward on her knees, fearful of the size of his cock but so hot that she was willing to try to get it into her. Jeannie pulled her mouth from Barney's cock and removed her hands as Barbara slid downward, and said, "I'll help you, honey. I'll guide it in and hold it so it doesn't go too far in."
Partially reassured, but still apprehensive, Barbara gingerly lowered her groin to his up-thrust cock and felt the huge, knobby head at the crease of her crotch. She sank downward and the ball of flesh poked at her moist slit. Again she pressed downward, and she felt her pussy stretch with a stab of pain as the huge cock moved partially inward.
"Ouch!" she yelped as its head forced into her, clearing her outer portals and swelling the ridged passageway within her. She felt as though she were being torn apart as the huge shaft slid into her deep canal, her vaginal walls straining outward with the pressure of the giant tube.
"Just go easy, honey," Jeannie reassured her. "Move it in a little at a time until you're well lubricated." Barbara complied, moving her hips slowly up and down, her insides pulling from the strain of the huge shaft moving into her. But even with the pain, waves of pleasure began to build from the point of his insertion, and she was able to move down the swollen organ to push it an inch or so deeper into her.
"I can't take it any deeper!" she gasped as the huge cylinder filled her pussy, its pink, wet skin taut and stretched at the oval of their junction.
"I'll jack him off at the same time," Jeannie told her, pumping at the length of Barney's branch still outside of Barbara's wide-spread crotch. Barney's hips were thrusting spastically now, and his big cock throbbed in Jeannie's hands and in Barbara's well-filled channel.
The pain was replaced by passion in Barbara now, as she lunged up and down with growing vigor on the length of his shaft imbedded in her. The walls of her vagina were aflame from the friction of the massive roll of flesh against the taut tunnel of love, and tremors started to build in her groin.
Up and down like a jackhammer, she humped spastically on his rigid prick, her face a growing mask of passion as she rode to the crest of an orgasm. Her breath came in quick gasps, her face was flushed, and moans built in her throat as she felt herself coming.
With a deep downward thrust that rammed the giant cylinder of flesh nearly all the way into her, she climaxed. "AAAAAAARRRRRRR!" she shrieked as the giant rod was impaled in her heaving depths and her body erupted into fiery, uncontrollable spasms of orgasmic release.
Jeannie's hands had been pushed to the base of Barney's swollen shaft by Barbara's deep plunge, and Barney continued to hump against Barbara's pussy in her throes of orgasm. Barbara's insides were afire as the spasms swept over her, intensified by the throbbing and probing of the thick stick that so completely filled her pulsating cunt.
When the tremors eased, Barbara rose upward, pulling off of his impaled cock and falling alongside, holding her crotch with her hands. "OOHHhhhhh," she moaned softly as her stretched vaginal walls drew together and the fires slowly ebbed within, leaving only soreness in their wake. But even with the pain she still felt, Barbara reveled in the thought that she had been able to take Barney's huge cock in her as she had.
She watched as Jeannie spread her legs and pulled on Barney's arm to signal him to get on top of her. Barney, fired with desire now, rolled over and lowered his groin to her waiting crotch, his salami-like cock as hard as a rock and glistening with the juices of his coupling with Barbara.
"Easy, Barney, easy!" Jeannie cautioned him as he humped eagerly against her, trying to poke the wet pole into her gaping slit. She grasped his prick with her hand and guided it to her passageway, keeping her fist around its base as Barney lunged forward and sank it into her.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" she cried aloud as the massive rod slid into her. Barney resumed his spastic thrusts and her groans grew louder. "OOOHHH! OOOHHHH! OOOHHHHHHH!" she moaned in intermingled pain and passion as he pistoned the king-sized cock deeply into her tightly stretched pussy.
Again and again she cried out as Barney's lunges became more anxious, more savage, in his lustful state. Her own passion grew as her body became accustomed to the savage invasion of his giant prick, and her hips began to thrust against him with equal fervor.
Barbara watched, fascinated, as they writhed and humped together until Barney's cock was actually going all the way into Jeannie's taut, stretched pussy!
Jeannie's entire body was thrust backward on the bed with each of Barney's furious lunges, and she moaned and shrieked aloud lustfully-in tempo with his grunts of unbridled passion. Slurping, suctioning, wet sounds filled the air as his huge cock barreled into her heaving torso, his shaft shining with the fluids that seeped from her ridged walls as they fucked with a fury that shook the bed almost from its moorings.
Then, with a final, savage thrust deep into Jeannie's writhing depths, his huge cock imbedded to the hilt in her pussy, Barney came off. His breath exploded in a loud gasp and his body shuddered violently as the juices gushed from his impaled rod and spurted spastically deep into Jeannie's vagina.
"AAAAHHHHH! AAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" she. moaned in a long, low wail as the paroxysms of orgasm swept over her, and her pussy clamped down hard on Barney's throbbing, spitting cock as the spasms wracked her body. She felt no pain now in his deep insertion, only the fires of ecstatic release as her tremors matched the throbbing of Barney's cock as it poured its last vestiges of semen into her hot, fully-packed tunnel.
For several moments longer, Barney kept his throbbing hose impaled in her pussy, then he slowly withdrew, his now softening but still large prick sliding from the pink, wet, stretched oval of Jeannie's pelvic canal.
"Is good?" Barney gasped, drawing deep breaths.
"Good?" Jeannie moaned. "I've never been laid like that in my life! My cunt feels like it will never be the same again! What a cock!"
"You took it in all the way!" Barbara gasped, almost in disbelief. "I'm so sore it's pitiful, and I only took it in when I came off, and even then it wasn't in all the way. You must be stretched out of shape!"
Barney glowed in simple pride as the girls discussed the size of his whang so openly and in such flattering terms. "Barney good fuck, yah?" he asked in boastful fashion.
"Yes," Jeannie complimented him with a laugh, "you're a good fuck, Barney. But you must have a hell of a time finding women to handle you. You're not married, are you, Barney?"
"No. I not married. I go to whorehouse, see big redhead. She fuck Barney. I not bother womens unless they want Barney. You like see Barney again?" he addressed Jeannie.
"You're damned right I'm going to see you again!" Jeannie exclaimed. "I think your whorehouse days are about over, big boy. I've got plans for you. Would you like to see me some more, Barney?"
"Yah! You fuck good! You damned nice woman!" Barney roared, obviously sexually enamored of the voluptuous brunette, his interest in Barbara now diminished.
"Okay, I'll tell you whenever you can come to see me, Barney," Jeannie told him in all earnestness, "but you mustn't ever tell anyone about today-about seeing Barbara and the boy. And you mustn't say that you're coming to see me. It will be our secret, okay?"
"No, I not tell," he answered with what they knew was complete honesty. "And Barney can come see you, have beer, eat, fuck?"
"Yes, you can come to see me," Jeannie answered. "But just don't say anything to me around school or hang around my class or anything. You wait until I ask you. You want to stay and have supper with me tonight?"
"Oh, yah!"
"Okay. Then why don't you go have another beer while Barbara and I talk for a few minutes?"
"Okay," he said agreeably and lumbered off toward the kitchen.
"You're serious, aren't you?" asked Barbara as Barney left the room.
"Sure," Jeannie replied emphatically. "He's one hell of a piece of ass, and I could go for that big cock occasionally. Couldn't you?"
"Hardly. My entire insides ache, and my pussy is raw! You're a hell of a lot better woman than I, Jeannie."
Jeannie just laughed lightly, then said, "And who knows? Perhaps I can help Barney in a lot of ways, teach him to speak better and other things. For an occasional lay, he's one valuable find. Hell, I'm glad this whole thing happened. I got something out of it that will be good for me. And as long as I'm taking care of him, he won't be any problem to you."
"I don't think he's even remotely interested in me now," Barbara remarked. "He's sold on you all the way. Which is just as well, because I frankly admit that in spite of the fact that I came off as hard as I did, I feel like my insides have been torn apart!"
Jeannie laughed, accepting Barbara's complaint as a compliment to her. They got up off the bed and started to dress as Barney returned, a beer can nearly hidden in his ham-like fist. He stared in appreciation as he watched Barbara and Jeannie dress.
"Well, I must be going," said Barbara as she finishing dressing. "Fred will be wondering where I am. Have fun, Jeannie, and I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, honey. Let's have coffee after school tomorrow."
"Okay-oops, just remembered, I can't tomorrow, Jeannie. Suppose I call you and maybe we can get together later in the evening or something after I get back."
"Can I ask what's up?" Jeannie asked curiously.
"Tell you about it later. Have fun."
"I intend to," said Jeannie with a grin.
"See you, honey. 'Bye, Barney," she said to the big man as Barney, still naked, wrapped his arm possessively around Jeannie's waist.
Barney answered. "You nice womens. We have fun, huh?"
"Yes, Barney. And you're glad you met Jeannie?"
"Yah!" he grunted expansively. "She nice!" He tightened his hold around Jeannie's waist.
"All's well," Barbara commented. "See you later, Jeannie."
"So long, honey-and don't forget to call me. It sounds like we might have some choice tidbits to compare." They grinned at each other and Barbara left.
When Barbara arrived at home, Fred greeted her with, "Hi, baby. What held you up?"
"School business," she replied laconically. "How's chances of you fixing a drink for a tired teacher?" she asked, kissing him casually on the cheek.
"You shall have it," he replied with a warm grin, and walked to the bar to fix it. Barbara collapsed on the sofa, her pussy still sore from the pronging she had gotten from Barney.
When Fred returned with her drink, dropping alongside her on the sofa, he put his arm around her and asked, "Feel romantic, baby?" as he fondled one of her breasts hopefully.
"Honey, I'm beat, honest," she answered, and when his face showed his disappointment, she added, "But maybe I can do something for you, something you've been wanting me to do for a long time now." Her low, suggestive tone brought his eyebrows up and a sly smile to his face.
"You mean...? " he started to say, his face now a new mask of hope.
"I mean what have you been hoping I'd do to you for so long?" she teased.
"I'd like you to go down on me-french me," he said huskily. "You mean you're willing to do it-and go all the way? Let me come in your mouth?"
Barbara's answer was to reach for his fly, unzip it, and take out his flaccid penis. Fred leaned back against the side cushions of the sofa as Barbara lowered her head to his groin.
She took his soft roll of warm flesh in her mouth and whirled her tongue around the limp shaft as she sucked on it with her lips gently, careful not to let her teeth touch its satiny skin. She knew this had been a criticism with Fred in the past whenever she had tried, unsuccessfully, to fellate him. He would never realize, she thought to herself, that she had learned the proper technique by practicing on a horny teen-ager.
Her head bobbed up and down as her mouth sucked on his penis, her lips rolling over its velvety surface, holding it tightly as it began to swell and stiffen in her mouth.
Fred moaned and his hips humped against her, his hands meshing in her long golden tresses, pulling her to him as the flames rose in his groin.
"Oh, baby, that's wonderful, wonderful!" he gasped hoarsely as the wet, raspy warmth of her tongue swirled over his stiffening cock. The outer skin of his prick moved over the hardened core beneath as Barbara's lips pulled on him with a smooth rhythm that soon had Fred twitching his pelvis spastically against her busy mouth.
"OOhhhhhh! OOhhhhhhhh!" he moaned over and over, his pelvis now a writhing, humping mass of desire as the fires flared in his groin. Then he plunged his cock deeper into her mouth as he built to a crescendo of passion, and his thrusts became savage in his need for orgasmic release.
Barbara fondled his balls with one hand and brought the other to the crease between his buttocks, then pushed a finger into his pulsating anus. Fred's lunges grew spastic and his moans deepened, and with a frenzied, trembling thrust against her, he blew his nuts, the hot semen spurting wildly into Barbara's mouth.
His body shook like jello, orgasmic tremors wracking him from head to toe, as his juices gushed from him. "OOHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned, long and low, his fingers tightly clenched in her hair, his eyes closed in the ecstasy of his furious orgasm.
Barbara's cheeks bulged with his hot, thick, salty fluid, some of it seeping from the corners of her mouth as she continued to suck on his wildly throbbing tool. As his tremors slowly eased, she took his softening cock as deeply into her mouth as she could, drawing tightly on it with her lips as she slowly pulled it from her, milking the last drops of semen from his warm stem.
She looked up at him as she pulled a handkerchief from his pants pocket and spat his gism into it. His face was a mask of sensuous pleasure as he slowly opened his eyes and gasped, "Oh, baby, baby, that was just beautiful, wonderful! You did it, baby! You went all the way-and I came off like crazy!" He bent his head downward to meet hers, his juices still wet on her lips as his mouth closed over hers in an impassioned kiss.
Barbara glowed with deep self-satisfaction and the gratification that she had been able at last to offer her husband. She knew she had reached another milestone in her sexual revitalization.
But the best was yet to come.
EIGHT
Barbara was still sore when she went to school the next day, and her workout was the subject of conversation when she happened to run into Jeannie in the teachers' lounge.
"I've never been dicked like that in my life!" she told Jeannie. "That Barney has a cock on him like a young horse!"
"You're complaining?" Jeannie quipped. "Honey, I've been dreaming of someone coming along who was hung like Barney. I'm sore, too, but it's a beautiful soreness. Hell, we went at it again after supper. How did you make out at home. Was Fred feeling romantic and horny?"
"Yes, but I was too sore, I couldn't hack it, so I went down on him-all the way."
"Really? You finally made it?"
"For the first time-all the way, I mean. And Fred loved it. I'm making progress."
"I should say so. Barb, you're shedding your hang-ups left and right. And you're doing so well, I just can't imagine you having been uptight about sex for so long."
"And the proof of the pudding comes this week end," Barbara injected. "If the swinging party proves me a success, I'll feel like I've finally achieved the ultimate in womanhood."
"Honey, you'll be a sensation," Jeannie assured her. "In a way I'm only sorry I can't bring Barney. What he lacks in education he makes up for in physical endowments. If he had polish, he'd be the most chased man at the party. But hell make it someday. I'm going to work with him at least once a week or more and see if I can't get him speaking fluently enough so that I don't feel I have to keep him under wraps all the time."
"And in return?" Barbara teased with a grin.
"In return, he keeps me happy on lonely nights," she said, returning her grin. "And speaking of Barney reminds me, you were going to give me a fill-in on the kid he caught you with yesterday. What's that all about?"
"How about meeting me for lunch and I'll tell you the whole story. We can get out of here and grab a pizza at Luigi's."
"Sounds good," Jeannie agreed. "See you around eleven-thirty in the parking lot?"
"Fine. Now I've got to rush for my next class. See you later, Jeannie."
Over lunch, Barbara told Jeannie about the original incident with Olaf and why she felt she had best keep him satisfied until he left school the following week. "It was my own fault," Barbara stressed. "When he had hold of my pussy, I got all hot and then I wanted it as much as he did. Then, after that episode, I felt that if I didn't follow through he might do some careless talking."
"You're probably right," Jeannie agreed. "But what makes you think he'll be any less discouraged after he leaves school? Hell, he's liable to dream up all kinds of excuses to come down here and see you. You'd better put a damper on it before he leaves."
"How?"
"Play into his hands and scare him. Pretend that he's really gotten to you, and that you're wondering if you two shouldn't think of running off together, that you could divorce Fred and..."
"Jeannie, you're completely mad!"
"Not really. Hear me out. The kid will be terrified. Making it with a teacher is one thing, but carrying a story home about him getting involved with a married woman would be murder in his staid Swedish household, believe me! Let him think you consider him more than a horny teen-ager and he'll run like a scared rabbit!"
"You sound confident it will work."
"I should," said Jeannie cryptically. "You think you're the only one who ever developed hot pants over some cute teen-ager? Honey, I know what it's like because I've been there. I had practically the same thing happen with a kid last year. The only difference was that this kid had a passion for going down on me. He couldn't hold his gun long and would come off too quick screwing, but he could eat me like a starving puppy. He used to masturbate while he was sucking me off, so he could stay a little longer when I would let him stick it in me.
"But it got to be a drag," she continued, "and I was afraid of him talking, just as you have been, so I decided to try the love approach with him."
"How did you handle it?" probed Barbara.
"I told him I had been thinking about running away with him. I said if we did that, he could go down on me every morning when I woke up, at noon, and every night. The morning bit got to him-plus the fact that I was talking about him having to take care of us financially. It scared hell out of him. Up to then, he was satisfying his ego with the thought that he had a teacher whose pussy he could eat without any repercussions. But the minute he started thinking about having to be with me all the time, the age difference and responsibility came abruptly to his mind and he wanted out."
"It might work," Barbara said reflectively. "Okay, I'll give it a try. I'm supposed to meet him tonight after school."
"Where are you going?" Jeannie asked.
"Oh, probably out in the woods by the lake or somewhere. Just so it's a secluded place where there's no fear of being discovered."
"Want another little piece of advice?" Jeannie asked. "What?"
"Before you go into your act, be sure you have him so pooped out that he couldn't get it up again if his life depended upon it. That's when you'll get to him. Screw his ass off, bluntly. Leave him with the feeling that he couldn't possible begin to keep you satisfied. After that, he'll be perfectly happy making it with the teen-agers. With them, he can play the part of the big lover. Use your imagination, and you'll have Olaf ready to run off to Minnesota next week without a thought of returning."
"Okay, Miss Advice to the Sexually Naive," Barbara quipped. "I'll try it and see what happens."
"And now, I'm going to have to be getting back," Jeannie said, picking up her purse. "I've got an exam to set up for my one o'clock class."
"I'm ready," said Barbara, and they paid their checks and returned to school.
Olaf was in the last class of the afternoon, and he was as nervous and excited as a buck rabbit until the bell finally rang and he could dash out to the parking lot to await Barbara.
She came out a few minutes later and opened the car door for him. "Hi," he greeted her enthusiastically as he swung into the seat alongside her. "We're still going somewhere, aren't we?"
"Of course, Olaf. I promised you that we would, and I wouldn't go back on a promise any more than you would break a promise to me, right?"
"Yeah-yeah," he answered absently, his mind only on the sexual fun he had imagined throughout class as he had stared at Barbara's body and envisioned the many things he wanted to do with her.
They drove out of town and along a sparsely traveled blacktop road until they were in a densely wooded area near the old lake. Barbara drove into one turnoff she had discovered when she was berry-picking one day, and followed the twisting dirt road to its end in a deep glade. "Let's walk into the woods a way," Barbara suggested when they stopped. She asked Olaf to carry the car blanket, and he was only too happy to comply.
They wound their way between the brush and trees to a small glassy glen a hundred yards or so away. Olaf spread the blanket out and they sank onto it, Olaf reaching for Barbara anxiously, kissing her with unsuppressed desire.
"Easy, Olaf, easy!" Barbara gasped, pulling her lips from his as his hands clutched eagerly at her clothing, fumbling to get to her body. "Let me take my clothes off so you won't tear anything." She rose and started to undress as Olaf watched, wide-eyed and excited, a hard lump already at his groin.
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, and Olaf's eyes sparkled as his gaze fell on the deep cleavage between the bra-covered mounds. Barbara unclasped her skirt and lowered it from her. Underneath, she wore only brief, white silk panties, her pubic mound pushing forward against the tight, shimmery material, the crease of her crotch sharply outlined at the junction of her creamy white thighs.
Olaf's pulse raced, and he felt the pre-coital fluid seep from his throbbing penis as the lust swelled in him. When
Barbara pulled her bra from her, the fires raged in his loins at the sight of the lush, ripe, pink-crested melons he had not seen before, and he licked his lips in anticipation of his tasting their velvety warmth.
Barbara slid her panties from her, exposing the golden-haired thatch between her legs, its center a shining, slit of pink flesh. Olaf shook at the sight, and he pulled his clothes from him, fumbling awkwardly in his anxiety, as Barbara stretched out on the blanket, nude. His eyes never left her naked beauty as he pulled the last of his clothes from him and fell eagerly alongside her, his cock rigid and surging with desire.
His lips fell immediately to one breast, sucking on it with an anxiety that drew a caution from Barbara. "Easy, Olaf! You don't want to hurt me. Be gentle." His frenzied sucking eased but slightly in his blind need to feel the snub-nosed nipple and yielding sphere in his mouth. His hips were already humping against Barbara's leg, his tool as stiff as a ramrod.
Barbara took his throbbing prick in her hand, stroked it, and Olaf broke into a spastic wave of humping, moans coming from his throat, the sounds muffled by his mouth as it clamped tightly over the swollen crest of Barbara's breast.
Before Barbara had pumped his cock a dozen times, Olaf shot his wad, the hot semen spewing over her thigh and stomach as he humped spastically against her in the frenzy of his early orgasm.
One down, Barbara thought to herself as the hot fluid spurted onto her, but she knew that with Olaf's teen-age recuperative powers he would soon be ready to come off again. In keeping with Jeannie's suggestion, she planned on giving Olaf a rough way to go to complete his private orgy in a way he had not anticipated.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Olaf?" she asked seductively as the boy raised his head from her breast and brought it upward to bring his mouth to hers. He stopped and gasped, "Gee, yeah!" and started to rise up on his knees, but Barbara stopped him.
"Not like that, Olaf," she said softly. "You turn around and put your head between my legs, and then we'll do it to each other at the same time."
He started to twist around, but again Barbara stopped him, saying, "First, you've got to lick me off where you came on me. You'll do that for me, won't you?"
Olaf was ready to rebel, but in his anxiety to sink his mouth to her crotch he reluctantly complied. He swathed her stomach and thighs with his tongue where the creamy fluid sat, licking it up and tasting his own gism, then spit it out onto the grass alongside impatiently, not seeing the wry, satisfied smirk on Barbara's face.
Then, eagerly, impatiently, he lowered his head between Barbara's legs as she spread her thighs wide for him. He crushed his lips against the raw, pink flesh in the middle of her mound of blonde hair, pushing his tongue into its aromatic, moist warmth to taste lustily of her womanhood.
Olaf's prick was already beginning to swell anew as he swung a leg over Barbara's body. She took hold of the semi-soft tube and guided it between her lips to the enveloping warmth of her mouth.
His cock stiffened quickly as she sucked on its satiny, moist length, and his hips began their erratic humping against her mouth. Below, his tongue lapped at Barbara's moist pussy with unbridled fury, as though he could not get enough of the taste, smell and feel of that pungent junction of heated flesh.
Barbara fondled his testicles as his buttocks rose and fell spastically above her face, her other hand holding his rigid, plunging stem so it would not be gouged into her throat in his frenzied thrusts. Her own hips were writhing now also, as she reveled in the pleasure of the furious lappings of Olaf's tongue at her wet crotch.
Waves of tremors began to roll through her and she bucked spastically against Olaf's mouth as they swelled to a peak of passion and she came off. Her thighs clamped tightly against his head as the orgasmic spasms engulfed her. Her torso trembled violently in the fires of her orgasm as Olaf continued to swirl his tongue furiously in her pulsating crease.
She sucked more lustily on Olaf's throbbing, thrusting cock in the throes of her orgasm, feeling the pulsing of its hard, inner core as it lunged into her mouth under the cover of yielding, satiny skin. Her hand left his balls and moved to the hard crease of his ass and she rammed a finger into his tight anus.
Olaf's hips twitched hard at the sudden invasion, then resumed their savage, anxious thrusts as he grew accustomed to the feel of the small digit pushing into his rear hole in tempo with his spastic lunges. In minutes, his humping grew to a frenzy of motion and he lunged hard against Barbara's face as his semen gushed wildly into her mouth.
A muffled cry exploded between Barbara's legs as he shrieked against her buttery crease, his face buried in her deep crease, in the ecstasy of his orgasm. He came off with such intensity that his hot semen filled Barbara's mouth to overflowing, and she half-choked on the creamy fluid as it poured into her.
Then, slowly, Olaf pulled his body upward and swung around to drop alongside Barbara, exhausted. Barbara spat his seminal fluid onto the grass, still unable to bring herself to swallow the creamy liquid. She returned her hips to his cock as she said, "It's my turn to clean you good, Olaf," and milked his flaccid stem dry with her mouth and lips.
He could not respond, for his penis was small, soft, rubbery, as Barbara took its entire length into her mouth to the hilt, his pubic hair crushed against her nostrils. Then she raised her head, smiled tantalizingly, her eyes sparkling, and said, "Good, Olaf? Did you like that?"
Olaf grunted happily in return, his breath still coming in quick gasps from the fury of his orgasm. He pulled upward to her, snuggling in against her warm body, and lay panting against the intoxicating scent of her long, golden tresses. His breathing gradually grew more even and he said, his voice hoarse, "I never had anything so good. It was wonderful!"
"Well have more, Olaf, much more," she answered as he raised his head to gaze admiringly into her eyes. His face reflected some doubt at Barbara's remark, for he felt drained, though his mind told him he might be capable. Barbara was completely confident, for she was determined to work on Olaf until he was utterly satiated and physically exhausted.
She had him lay atop of her, his cock dangling loosely at her pussy, as she played with it gently, rubbing it against her warm, moist gash as she stroked it up and down. It took awhile, but the friction of his cock rubbing against her heated crease finally got results and his prick began to' respond, slowly swelling and lengthening. "It's starting to get hard again, Olaf," Barbara said huskily. "Let's put it in and let it grow inside me."
She pushed the semi-hard stick between her moist portals and started its head into her ridged canal. It bent a bit at first, then slid inward until it was imbedded in her heated tunnel, where it grew stiffer and longer, until it was as hard as before. "Now fuck me, Olaf, fuck me!" she gasped hoarsely. The youth, stunned but strangely excited by the words gushing from Barbara's lips, began to move his hips rhythmically against her wide-spread pelvis. The fires soon flared anew, and before long he was humping savagely into her, deep grunts coming from his throat in his renewed passion.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" Barbara moaned. "Fuck me, Olaf, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her lustful words and cries were like fuel on his fires of desire, and his hips speeded up their tempo as he pistoned his cock into her with a wildness, an abandon he had not known before.
His chest crushed her hot breasts and his nose was deep in her scented tresses, his breath coming in gasps, his hands desperately clutching her rear ovals, as he fucked her with frenzied humping. Barbara's thighs moved upward and outward, the V of her junction wide open to his savage thrusts, and her buttocks tightened and writhed in ecstasy as his fury mounted.
"OOHHH! OOHHHHhh! OOOHHHhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned over and over as her own passion soared and the shuddering of her pelvis thrusts built to a frenzy of uncontrollable spasms and she came off. She shrieked aloud as the orgasmic tremors wracked her body, and seconds later Olaf added to her spasms of sexual pleasure as he also came off, sending his load of hot semen spurting deeply into her heaving belly.
They held one another in a grip of steel as they quivered and gyrated their torsos in the throes of their orgasms, long, low sighs gushing from their mouths. Olaf's lips met Barbara's, and their tongues danced together in their open mouths in a swirling, meshing release of passion.
When they drew apart, Olaf fell exhausted alongside Barbara on the blanket. With his third Orgasm, he felt completely spent. But Barbara had other ideas, and was sure she could induce the youth to regain his tumescence at least one more time. She let Olaf rest for a while, talking to him soothingly, then reached over and began to casually stroke his soft penis.
Her fingering drew no response, and Olaf looked like he had had it for the day. But Barbara persisted as he lay stretched out flat, inert and unresponsive. When he failed to respond to her gentle pumpings of his prick, she lowered her head to the junction of his legs and drew his flaccid stem to her lips.
His soft cock disappeared into her mouth and she sucked on it enticingly, swirling her tongue tantalizingly around its soft warmth. Her own vaginal fluids were on her taste buds as she licked the yielding flesh, and she found it exciting.
It took some time and encouragement in her tonguings to draw any response, but eventually she felt the soft roll begin to enlarge between her lips. She licked at the soft nerve center, the sac below the head of his prick, as she moved her mouth up and down the stem, and soon his shaft was as rigid as before.
Barbara shifted her body around as she squatted on her knees, so that Olaf s eyes could feast on her buttocks and the golden crease between them. He reacted to the sight, rubbing his hands over her velvety half-moons and over the moist crease at their apex, and the desire to penetrate her again began to rise within him. She kept her tongue affixed to his swollen cock, sucking on it lustily, and his hips began to hump slowly to her oral ministrations.
As his cock began to throb as anxiously as before, Barbara pulled her mouth from the rigid shaft and bent her arms forward, her head upon them, the half-moons of her lovely ass aloft. "Want to try it like this?" she asked him huskily, and Olaf quickly rose to his knees and moved behind her.
Her tunnel of love gaped open invitingly to him, the pink flesh shining with dancing highlights from her vaginal fluids, and he placed the head of his cock at the moist slit and pushed his rigid tool deep into the warm, clutching passage. His hips rocked back and forth with slowly increasing tempo as he sunk it into her, the thrill of her hot tunnel clamping down on its shaft, restirring the passion in his loins.
Barbara reached down between her legs and grasped Olaf's testicles as he humped against her, then slid her hand upward to hold the base of his wet tool as he slid into her well-moistened pussy. Olaf continued to pound the roll of hard meat into her, excited by the feel of her hand on his cock but without grasping the significance of her move.
Then Barbara pulled forward so that his prick slid completely out of her, and she moved his cock upward, its head at her anus. Realizing now what she was offering, Olaf excitedly spread the cheeks of her ass and pushed the head of his cock against her small, rear hole. He lunged forward and the rigid cylinder pushed past the tight, rubbery ring and slid into the tight channel beyond.
Never having experienced anal intercourse, he was incensed with lust at the joy of his new insertion and responded with spastic humping, thrusting into Barbara's rear passageway with renewed vigor. His hands clutched her hips and he pistoned his stiff pike into her rectum with complete abandon, fucking her with a lustful want that knew no bounds.
Barbara's head rocked against her arms at the savagery of his thrusts, and she thrilled to the feel of his swollen organ ramming deeply into her ass and his balls banging against her pussy with each of his desperate lunges.
His speed increased, and Barbara could hear his gasping, lustful grunts as. he soared to a pinnacle of passion. His hips crashed against her ass, his cock imbedded in her to the hilt, and his juices poured from him wildly as he came off.
Olaf's body shuddered violently as his semen spurted into Barbara's rectum, the ridged walls of her anal passage tightening against his throbbing shaft and adding to the thrill of this new and exciting insertion. When he was completely spent, he pulled his cock slowly out of the tight, clutching hole and once again collapsed on the blanket.
He drew deep breaths into his lungs, his pulse still raced, and he felt flushed as he slowly recovered from the peak of excitement he had reached in his furious assault on the junction of the blonde's lovely buttocks. "I'm pooped!" he gasped. "My chest feels like it's on fire."
"You were real good, Olaf," Barbara cooed, "but you don't want to leave me unsatisfied, do you? You came off in my ass, but you want me to be happy too, don't you? You should suck my pussy now like a real, grown-up lover." She wanted Olaf so satiated with sex that it would be the last thing on his mind for a while.
Her comment about a "real, grown-up lover" got to him, and, however reluctantly, he drew his mouth to her pungent crotch as she moved over his face on her knees. Tiredly, he lapped at the moist crease, tasting their juices on his tongue as Barbara humped lustfully against his mouth. , She held his head tightly to her groin as she rubbed her hot, wet pussy against his thrusting tongue, her golden pubic hairs pressing into his nose, her fluids dripping from her, wetting Olaf's chin as she increased the tempo of her pelvic humping.
Olaf could hardly breathe as she smothered his face with her hot, pungent, raw wet flesh, and the muscles of his tongue were strained as he tried desperately to keep pushing it into her writhing passage. His jaw ached, and he was hardly able to keep his tongue moving when Barbara's body finally erupted into a wave of spasms as she came off hard against him.
Her tremblings soon eased, and she released her tight grip of her thighs against his face, lightening the pressure against his tired mouth, and she rolled away from him onto the blanket. He lay there spread-eagled, his body weak, exhausted as Barbara asked, "Wouldn't you like to have fun like that every day, Olaf?"
"I couldn't do it, I'd die!" he gasped. "I came off four times!"
"No, you wouldn't die," Barbara said with a chuckle. "You could do it, Olaf." She was deliberately plaguing him now. "Just think, if you came to see me this summer, you could do that even more. We could arrange something to be together. Think of how nice it would be to wake up in the morning and have you suck my pussy. Wouldn't you like to wake me up by licking on my pussy?"
Olaf groaned inwardly, but he stammered, "Oh, yeah, sure." His tongue was so tired that eating pussy was the last thing on his mind, and the thought of sucking on a cunt upon awakening held no appeal to him at all.
"Don't you think we'd make a nice couple, in spite of the difference in our ages?" Barbara asked. "I wonder if your folks would approve?"
That hit home, and Olaf was scared. "Gosh, Mrs. Hastings, I didn't mean..."
"Why don't you call me Barbara?" she interrupted.
"Oh-Well, okay-eh, Barbara. But what I started to say was-that is, I didn't mean for us to be-I mean..."
"That you're not serious about me?" Barbara teased.
"Well, yes. I mean no, that is-well, gosh, Mrs. Hastings-eh, Barbara, I'm only fifteen!"
"And you're not ready to settle down yet, is that what you mean?"
"Well, yeah-and, gee, you're married!"
"And too old for you?" Barbara plagued him again. She kept it up until she had Olaf ready to run for cover, and she felt she had made her point well. She doubted he would be after her again, that he was too afraid of an involvement he couldn't handle to want to continue the relationship.
When she dropped Olaf off near his home later, he scampered off like a scared jackrabbit, and Barbara was convinced that was the last she would see of Olaf except in his final class of the semester.
NINE
Barbara's sexual metamorphosis seemed to have taken off like a skyrocket since the episode with the trio of cyclists. It appeared that every step she took developed ramifications she never expected.
Her experience with Olaf proved no different. In her attempt to build a psychological fear in the youth to drive him away from her, she actually created quite a diverse reaction.
Barbara had finished up her week's work, planning to go with Fred to the week-end swinging party, only to find it had been postponed for a week. "The host had to attend a meeting in New York," Jeannie explained on the phone Friday night, "so he's rescheduled the party for next week end."
"Damn, and I had been building up my confidence anticipation," Barbara noted disappointedly. "But, anyway, we can still make it next week so there's no real problem. Maybe I'll be even more sure of myself by then also."
"Still have some fears you won't be able to hack it in group sex?" Jeannie queried.
"I'm willing to try," Barbara answered. "It's just that I've never swung before, except with you in a threesome, that is. And I just don't know what my reaction will be, or Fred's, in a group sex situation with people we'll be meeting for the first time and so forth."
"You'll both love it, wait and see," said Jeannie confidently. Their conversation drifted into small talk, and Jeannie asked Barbara what she might be doing over the week end.
"Under the circumstances, with the party postponed, Fred will probably go ahead and work Saturday to pack in some overtime. I guess I'll just relax, or perhaps go swimming tomorrow. What about you?"
"I think I'll have Barney over and get him started on his English lessons-in between some trips to the bedroom, of course," Jeannie quipped with a chuckle. "How about giving me a call Sunday and maybe we can get together?"
"I have a better idea," answered Barbara. "If you're not going to be with Barney Sunday, how about coming over here for dinner? And perhaps you and Fred and I can have another threesome. Sound good?"
"My, but the blushing rose is starting to develop aggressiveness," laughed Jeannie. "Of course, honey. That sounds great. What time?"
"Oh, let's say around one o'clock or so, okay?"
"Fine. And we can reschedule our arrangements for next week end at the same time. Now, I must get started on grading some exam papers. See you Sunday, honey."
"Okay, Jeannie. 'Bye."
Fred was disappointed at the news that the swinging party had been postponed for a week, but his mood brightened when Barbara told him Jeannie would be over for dinner on Sunday. "Threesome again, perhaps?" he asked hopefully.
"I suggested it as a possibility."
"You are a doll!" he exclaimed with pleasant surprise. "Is this the sexually shy gal I was married to for so long?" he asked with a grin.
"I'm learning?"
"You surely are, baby. I wouldn't have believed the progress you've made in such a short time. And if we pan out as swingers, you should be able to cast off all your hang-ups and we'd have a sex life second to none."
As Barbara had anticipated, Fred decided to work the following day, on Saturday, saying that as long as the party was cancelled he could put in some overtime. "What are you going to do, hon?" he asked.
"I thought I'd go to the lake for a quiet swim, perhaps bring a book with me and just relax." As it turned out, she did just that-except that relax was hardly the word to use to describe the events that were to follow Barbara's swim.
She drove to the lake late Saturday morning, parking not far from the grove where she and Olaf had participated in their sexual marathon earlier in the week. She parked the car and carried her blanket, basket and a small cooler with her to a small cove with a natural sandy beach. It was secluded, beautiful. The only sounds around were of the birds and the whisperings of the breeze through the surrounding trees.
Barbara spread the blanket out on the grass along the edge of the sand, and peeled her clothes off down to the brief, blue bikini swimsuit she wore underneath. She lounged a bit, letting the sun warm her until a thin film of perspiration covered her body, then decided that in the secluded cove she could remove her suit and sunbathe in the nude.
She pulled off the tiny bra that hardly contained the swells of her lush breasts, and slid the briefs from her and stretched out again on the blanket, now completely unencumbered, naked and comfortable. Barbara was a glowing portrait of loveliness, with her firm breasts up-thrust, their pert, pink crests pointing at the sky, and the sunlight dancing on her creamy white hills and hollows and the golden nest of hair below her belly. She lay there for some time, the sun heating her body, absentmindedly stroking herself in the free feeling of complete nudity. Her hands rubbed over her ripe spheres, squeezing them, moved over the firm arc of her stomach and thighs, and gently stroked the thin, hair-lined portals of her golden quim until she dozed off into a sexual fantasy.
The heat of the sun woke her from her reverie, and Barbara arose and walked to the water for a swim, the beautiful balls of her buttocks jiggling delightfully as she waded out to the point where the water rose to and enveloped the creamy hillocks in its blue depths. She swam for a while, then returned to the blanket to stretch out, the beads of moisture on her body catching the sun's highlights as it warmed her body while dancing over her glistening skin.
She was dozing lightly when she sensed, rather than heard, someone nearby: Startled, she opened her eyes and turned to see six grinning youths standing in a semi-circle around her. One of them was Olaf.
"Olaf!" she gasped, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. "What's the meaning of this? Who are these boys?"
"This here's my brother, Leif," Olaf answered cockily, pointing to a tall, husky, yellow-haired youth alongside him. "He's twenty. And they're my cousins, Hal and Ron," he added, pointing to two boys of around his own age standing the other side of Leif. "These other two are a couple of the guys that work at the farm. I saw your car when you came here, and I watched you get undressed, and I ran and got them. They already know about us, and they wanted to see you, too-all naked like that."
His tone was almost monotonous, hardly threatening, but Barbara was terrified. "You get away from here, all of you!" she snapped. "I'm not dressed!"
"We can shore tell," Olaf's brother replied sarcastically. "You got one hell of a nice body on you. You ain't ashamed of showing it, now, are you?"
"You go away!" she repeated sharply. "I've got to put my clothes on."
"Why?" the tall, black-haired boy called Hal said. "Wouldn't you like it better if we was to take off our clothes and join you? Then we'd all be comfortable and all."
"You stay away from me, all of you!" she cried out, fearful of what they had in mind. She looked to Olaf for assistance, but the gleam in his eyes told her she would receive no help from him.
"We got kind of a club, the six of us," Olaf's brother said. "And the kid here, he told us about you and him, and about you wanting to have him come and be with you all the time or something, and he got kind of scared you'd go see Pa or do something like that.
"Anyways," he continued, "we talked it out and we decided we would all come and see you alone some night and scare you away from him, so you wouldn't want him for yourself no more."
"But I didn't!" Barbara protested. "You don't understand. Olaf, tell them! Tell them it wasn't like that!" But in her mind she knew she had convinced Olaf otherwise. Her ruse had not worked as she thought it would.
"It don't matter nohow," Leif continued, " 'cause you're here now, and we can settle things ourselves. Olaf says you're too much for one guy to take care of, so what do you think of six of us giving you a little fun?" he added with an obscene smirk.
"No!" she gasped. "You get away from me or you're going to be in a lot of trouble!"
"Wrong!" Leif snapped. "It's you who's gonna be in trouble if we don't get to understand each other. Let me tell you this, gal-you ain't gonna see Olaf no more, and you ain't gonna say nothing to Pa, neither. And if you play ball with us," he added, the obscene grin returning to his lips, "we won't say nothing to nobody. But we're gonna give you and Olaf a little farewell party. We're gonna give you all the loving your ass is gonna want for a while!"
"No!" she cried out again. "I'm not going to say anything to make trouble for Olaf. I never intended to, believe me. I wanted to end it, too, and I thought I could get him to go away if I scared him that way. Please, I'm not lying!"
"Maybe so," said Leif. "But we still figure you got something coming. Now, are you gonna cooperate with us and have some fun, or do we make you?" he asked threateningly.
"Please! Leave me alone! Let me get dressed and leave, and I won't say anything to anyone. Don't do something you'll regret, please!" Barbara pleaded. But she knew her pleas were in vain as she watched the six start to undress around her. "Don't do this, please!" she urged them again.
"You fucked Olaf, and you're fucking us-all of us!" Leif retorted. "Now you can lay back and enjoy it, or you can get raped. But you're gonna get fucked either way so you might just as well have the fun out of it. You ain't no virgin; you like it!"
"This is wrong!" she cried, in a last appeal to them as they shed the last of their clothes and she saw their semi-hard appendages swaying between their legs. She knew what was inevitable, and gasped. "Please don't hurt me!" as they crowded around her, dropping to their knees.
Leif knelt between her legs, pulling her thighs apart, and said, "I'm gonna eat your pussy, honey. I'm gonna suck you off good!" and lowered his head to her wide-spread crotch. She felt his tongue surge against her moistened well, and an involuntary twinge of pleasure shot through her body. Two of the other youths brought their mouths to her strawberry-crested breasts to suck lustily on their stiff-nippled mounds.
She felt a stiff, warm penis pushed into her extended hand, and a moment later another rigid prick was placed in her other hand and her fingers were forcibly closed around it. "Jerk us off!" one of the two ordered, and she obeyed, pumping the two hardened cylinders.
The last, the boy called Ron, pulled his pelvis near her head and turned her face to his swollen organ. "Suck it!" he urged her hoarsely, as he pushed the hot cock between her lips.
She lay spread-eagled, Leif's mouth firmly affixed to her pussy as he tongued her lustily. Her hands pumped on the erect cocks of two of the youths as another two sucked eagerly at her lush breasts, and the sixth humped his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth.
In spite of her feeling of repugnance at being so used, Barbara could not deny to herself that she was beginning to derive pleasure from the seven-way coupling. Leif was definitely getting her hot with his eager lappings at her moist junction, and the lips and tongues on her breasts were evoking feelings of delight deep within her, however reluctantly on her part.
She felt the prick in her right hand jerk spastically, and a moment later it spit hot semen onto her stomach. Moments later, the cock in her mouth lunged deeper, throbbed wildly, then shot a series of spurts of hot, salty fluid into her, swelling her cheeks with the thick, creamy come. He kept his cock lodged in her mouth for a few moments longer, then pulled it from her lips as she spat out his juices.
Leif pulled his head from her now heated crotch, his mouth, nose and chin wet from the slippery fluid of her heated crease, and gasped, "Out of the way, guys. I'm gonna fuck her!" The two sucking on her breasts pulled out of the way, and a moment later Leif's chest crushed against hers as he brought his cock between her legs to her gaping pussy. He rammed it inward, and she felt a deep wave of pleasure surge through her as its rigid length barreled deeply within her heated depths.
His hips pistoned against her, his prick ramming into her with a tempo of sheer lust, each thrust sinking his hardened branch deep into her heaving belly. She responded instinctively, her pelvis rising to meet his savage lunges as the tremors of pleasure swelled in her groin and she was off on a ride of sheer sexual joy.
She felt the soft, wet cock in her right hand pulled away, and another hardened prick take its place. She pumped away at the two pricks while her pelvis heaved and bucked in response to Leif's deep thrusts as he fucked her with wild, savage abandon.
Another cock neared her mouth, and she looked up and saw it belonged to Olaf. His eyes reflected only lust as he pushed the hardened length into her mouth and began to hump spastically against her. Barbara sucked on his prick vigorously, as her hands still pumped away at the two cocks in her hands, and her gyrating crotch humped with fires of pleasure as Leif pummeled her heated, wet passageway.
The cock in her left hand erupted into violent throbbing, and Barbara felt the semen surge through its inner core as he came off. His gism flew onto Leif's back, and, Leif snorted, "You came off on me, you bastard!" but his strokes never lost a fraction of their rhythm as he pounded his cock into Barbara's writhing depths.
Leif's thrusts quickened and he grunted lustfully into Barbara's ear as his passion soared, then slammed his groin e viciously against her wide-spread thighs, his cock imbedded in her to the hilt, and shot his wad. "AAAAAHHHHHhhhh!" . he roared with lust as the hot juices poured into Barbara and triggered off her own orgasm.
She humped spastically against him, her groin a quivering mass of orgasmic spasms as she came off with him. Her hands tightened on the pricks in her hands in the passion of her climax, and both youths yelped at the sudden pressure.
And at that moment Olaf came off, the thick fluid spewing into Barbara's mouth, filling it with the hot cream. The sensation of their three-way orgasm was beyond description in Barbara's mind, and she reveled in the sheer sensuality of the pagan experience.
"How about us?" one of the two younger boys kneeling beside Barbara asked anxiously. She was still holding their rigid cocks in her hands.
"Come on," Leif answered, pulling his body back to slide his wet, flaccid stem from Barbara's slick canal. She let go of the two cocks in her hands and pulled her mouth from Olaf's softening shaft, spitting the creamy liquid from her mouth.
"Me first!" said one youth.
"No, me!" yelped the other.
"Go together," said Leif. "You'd like that too, wouldn't you, honey?" he added to Barbara, though expecting no reply. "Lay down," he told one youth, and he did. "Get on top of him, honey," he directed Barbara, pulling on her leg to guide her over him.
Aroused to the point where she didn't care now, her body burning with the tremors of desire, Barbara swung her torso over the outstretched youth and lowered her crotch to his up-thrust penis. Leif grabbed the boy's cock and guided it into Barbara as she moved downward, impaling herself on its rigid length.
The youth started to hump against her anxiously as Leif snapped, "Wait a minute, dammit! Let Lennie get it in."
"How?" the other asked.
"In her ass, stupid! Haven't you ever put it in a girl's ass? They like it. Rub some of the juices from her cunt on the head of your cock and it will slip right in. Go ahead."
Barbara's mind raced with apprehension at the thought of what was going to happen to her, but she voiced no protest. She had never known the experience of having two cocks in her bottom at the same time. She felt the head of the second boy's cock press against her anus, then push past the tight sphinctered ring, bringing on a small wave of pain, then it surged deeply into her rectal passage.
Together, the youths started to hump against her, the bottom one lunging upward to bury his cock in her pussy, while the one behind her lunged against the cheeks of her ass, thrusting the hardened rod into her rear hole.
She shrieked as the two cocks pistoned into her, their stiffened forms rubbing against the thin partition of flesh that separated the two channels within her. But what she had imagined would bring on excruciating pain proved to bring on a wave of pleasure she had never imagined. She trembled with excitement in the thrills of the twin invasion, tremors of intense joy shooting throughout her body. Her face was wracked with ecstasy as she lay pinioned between the two stiff cocks barreling into her, and she humped spastically in response to their plunging.
In the midst of her grinding wave of passion, Ron, the one who had come off in her hand earlier, squatted near her raised head and pushed his semi-hard penis into her mouth. He began to hump against her, his cock stiffening and swelling as she sought to suck him off.
Clamped between the three humping bodies, Barbara fought to keep her balance as the three pricks lunged into her every opening. Her body was afire with passion now, and she felt herself come off again and again in the savagery of their thrusts.
Then, in a matter of moments, the three youths climaxed. The first to come off was the one whose cock was in her ass, and no sooner had his hot fluid started to pour into her bowels than she felt the one beneath her lunge upward and shoot his load deep into her pussy in gushing spurts of hot liquid. Her body shook violently in the fiery throes of her own orgasm, the thrill amplified by the spurts of hot cream gushing into her two channels. Then-whammo!-the third spewed his thick gism into her mouth, and the combination of orgasms wracked her body with indescribable feelings of passion she would have denied before that she could ever feel.
One by one, they pulled their softening dicks from her body. And when it was all over, the youths stretched out, satiated. Barbara sat up, cleaning herself with a towel from the nearby basket, saying nothing.
Uneasy at her silence, Leif snapped, "Well, it was good, wasn't it?" in a defensive tone.
Barbara looked him in the eye and replied honestly, "You made me like it, you know that. I won't deny it. But that doesn't take away any of the wrong of what you did. You know that, too, don't you?"
"I guess," Leif admitted, flushing slightly. "And you weren't lying about not making trouble for Olaf? You don't really want him for yourself?"
"No, I wasn't lying. I was wrong in getting involved with Olaf, and I knew it. I never really wanted it to happen, but after it did happen, I wanted to end it, nothing more."
The rest of the group remained silent, acknowledging Leif as their leader and spokesman. They were remorseful now, fearful, their lust spent, wondering what would happen as an aftermath of their lustful escapade, their rape of the blonde teacher, even though she obviously had enjoyed their frenzied couplings.
Leif seemed deep in thought for several moments, then he turned to Barbara again and asked, his voice softer now, "So you did something wrong, and we did something wrong. Can we call it settled and nobody gets hurt? Or are you going to report us?" His growing anxiety was reflected in the tone of his voice.
"I could report you," said Barbara after a brief pause, "but what good would I accomplish? You would all probably end up in jail or reform school for some period of time, your lives ruined by your names being on a police record, and I would be fired anyway, my reputation down the drain."
Their faces lightened with hope, then sobered again as Barbara continued, "But that doesn't mean this will be forgotten." She paused, then added, "If any one of you-and I mean any of you-should ever come near me again, or if I hear a word about any of this coming from any of you, I'll tell my husband and I promise you he'll take care of you in a way you'll remember for the rest of your lives."
They just stared, knowing by her tone that it was not an idle threat. Leif, his bravado gone now, stammered, "So help me, none of us will say anything to hurt you, and we won't come near you again, we promise." They had been brave, lusty cocksmen before. Now they were just scared young men, sobered by the full realization of what they had done in their wave of blind lust.
"Just go-go before I change my mind!" Barbara snapped, and the six scurried into their clothes and ran off, leaving her on the blanket still nude, her body reddened from the fury of their sexual attacks on her.
Barbara strode into the lake to wash herself, then returned, dressed, picked up the basket and cooler-leaving the semen-smeared blanket-and walked to her car, anxious to get away from the scene of the unplanned orgy she would long remember.
TEN
Barbara drove to Jeannie's house. She didn't want to go home to her own house, but felt the need for Jeannie's company, in order to tell her what had happened.
She pulled into Jeannie's drive and saw Jeannie's car parked there, so she got out and went up onto the porch and rang the bell. Several moments later, Jeannie appeared, wearing a gown, her hair disheveled.
"Oh, hi!" she greeted Barbara. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Did I come at a bad time?" Barbara asked.
"No, but ten minutes earlier and you would have," Jeannie answered with a grin. "Barney's here."
"Oh, I forgot. I'll come back another time."
"Nonsense, come on in. After all, the three of us are hardly just platonic friends. He'll be glad to see you. Come on in and join us in a drink." She swung the door open and Barbara entered.
Barney was stretched out on the sofa, naked, his huge cock slumped limply between his legs. Even soft, it loomed as large as a salami. Barney started to put his hands over his groin as he heard Barbara enter; then, recognizing her, relaxed and sprawled out again. "Hi," he greeted her. "You not care I not wear some clothes?"
"No, Barney, relax," Barbara answered. "After all, I've seen you like that before."
"Yah, we have fun!" he agreed, thinking of their threesome. "You come have more fun with Barney? We fuck?"
"No," she replied, fearful that Jeannie might misinterpret the reason for her unscheduled visit. "I just wanted to talk to Jeannie. I forgot you were going to be here today."
"Is okay," he said agreeably. "We all friends."
"Relax, honey," Jeannie reassured her. "I'm glad you came. And if you feel in the mood for fun and games, so much the merrier."
"Not really, Jeannie. I just needed to talk to somebody-especially you. I'm all uptight."
"Well," Barbara said hesitantly, glancing in Barney's direction.
Jeannie caught her meaning and said, "Girl talk, huh? Okay, honey. Barney, why don't you enjoy a shower and relax awhile while Barbara and I have a little chat?"
"Okay," he said amiably, pulled his large frame off the sofa and ambled into the next room, his large dong dangling to and fro between his legs as he walked off.
"He's like a big, friendly pony," Jeannie said with a smile, "and he's got a cock to match. That man is the answer to a horny maiden's prayer. But back to your problem-what happened?"
"I've just been gang-banged," Barbara said abruptly, using the vernacular of the streets. "What?"
"By Olaf-and five of his friends. My ploy to drive him off didn't work in quite the way we expected. I won't see him again, or them, but I had quite an experience."
"Sit down and relax, honey. Tell me all about it."
Barbara related the whole story in every detail, even to the admission that she had found the episode more pleasurable than terrifying. "It's just that it so unnerved me," Barbara explained. "But I have to admit that it was un-like anything I'd ever before imagined, when I had every part of my body used-and especially when I had those three pricks coming in me at once."
"I feel envious," Jeannie quipped, to lighten Barbara's mood and make her look only on the more enjoyable aspects of the experience. "I haven't had anything like that happen to me since one swinging party we had a couple of years ago. I know the feeling, and it's something else again! And you're not hurt in any way, are you, honey?"
"Only my pride!" Barbara admitted, a smile finally breaking across her face. "It's just the way those kids used me so-and, dammit, they made me like it!"
"So, you're going to relax with us for a while. When
Barney is out of the shower, why don't you go ahead and bathe and freshen up and I'll have a good strong drink waiting. As a matter-of-fact, how about having one now while we're waiting."
"Sounds great. Thanks."
Jeannie fixed two strong highballs, and they sat and talked more of the incident with Olaf and his cronies. By the time Barney reappeared, Barbara was quite relaxed and had accepted what had happened to her in philosophical fashion.
"I guess in a way I asked for it, fooling around with a kid like that," she observed. "And at least it is completely over now. I'm sure I won't hear from any of them again. But I paid quite a price for silence."
"Oh, shut up, you loved it!" Jeannie teased her. "You just took another step forward in acquiring experience."
"I guess!" Barbara exclaimed, this time joining Jeannie in her laughter.
"What you laugh at?" Barney asked as he came strolling into the room, still naked, a beer in his hand. His cock had shriveled somewhat in the shower, but the dangling appendage was still something to admire.
"Nothing, Barney," Jeannie answered as the big man resumed his former sprawled stance on the sofa, stretching out at full length.
"We eat now?" he asked.
"Again?" said Jeannie in surprise. "You have an appetite like a horse." She paused for a moment and her face broke into a wide grin as she added, "But then I guess that's apropos."
Both girls laughed at the pun, and Barney asked indignantly, "You laugh at Barney? What I do?"
"You didn't do anything, Barney," Jeannie reassured him. "We were just talking about you eating so much."
"You good cook," he said. Then, his face breaking into a wide grin, he added, "Hey, I just think. You good cook, Barney good cock. I make joke!" He erupted into laughter at his own pun.
"Okay, laughing boy," Jeannie said laughingly, "what would you like to eat?"
"Blonde lady's pussy," Barney replied, his sense of humor at a peak now. But all three were well aware that it was a poorly disguised wish he really hoped for.
"Why don't you let him, honey?" Jeannie said seriously. "I'm in the mood for a threesome. Besides, I haven't enjoyed you in a while, and this would give us a chance to have a ball together."
"Well, I guess those little wangs didn't do much more than really get me all fired up," Barbara admitted. "Let me get cleaned up first," she added, offering no resistance to the suggestion.
"I'll join you," said Jeannie. "Barney, you relax and we'll be out in a little while and have a party, okay?"
"Good!" he roared. "We have fun, eat cunt, fuck. Barney like party!"
"Strictly a one-track mind," Jeannie said to Barbara with a chuckle as they walked to the bathroom. Then she put her arm around the blonde girl and said, "We haven't had much chance to be alone together lately. I've missed you."
"Me, too," admitted Barbara.
"Why don't I jump in the tub with you and we'll rub each other down?" Jeannie suggested.
"Come on," Barbara answered as she closed the bathroom door and began to peel off her clothes. Jeannie started to strip off her gown as well until the two were as nude as nymphs, their bodies a contrast in creamy white and deep tan.
Jeannie ran her hands over the warm nudity of Barbara's backside, caressing the smooth convexes of her firm buttocks. Her hands moved over Barbara's hips and across the warm arc of her belly and up to her silky smooth spheres with their snub-nosed nipples atop the aureoles of deep pink.
"Oh, honey, you're so nice, so smooth," Jeannie purred huskily. She pressed her lips against Barbara's sinewy stomach, kissing its velvety warmth as she lowered one hand to the down-like fuzz at the junction of Barbara's thighs, stroking the hot little hollow crease between her legs, her desire swelling.
Barbara pressed her pelvis against Jeannie's hand and stroked the back of Jeannie's head as it pressed against her stomach. "You feel so good to me," she murmured to Jeannie. "You have such a gentle touch. I'm getting horny. I want you," she said softly.
"Let's get in the tub," Jeannie answered hoarsely, and they stepped together into the large, sunken, tiled tub. Jeannie turned and bent over to turn on the water, and Barbara clasped her from behind around the waist, pressing her groin against Jeannie's round, protruding buttocks. She ground her pussy against Jeannie's firm balls of warm flesh, her body glowing with the sensual feel of the other woman.
Jeannie turned and swept into Barbara's arms, their mouths meeting with passion as they slid downward to their knees in the warm water. Their lips drew apart and they began to wash each other, their soapy hands lingering at each other's curves and hollows as they fondled one another affectionately.
"I need a douche," said Barbara, and Jeannie rose to get the phallic-like rubber bag from the tiled niche above them. "Let me," she said huskily to Barbara, and proceeded to fill the douche with a prepared solution.
Barbara spread her legs apart as Jeannie pushed the penis-shaped douche up into Barbara's channel of love and squeezed the bulb, sending the liquid swirling into her pussy. Barbara's hips humped against the hard-rubber phallus as it gushed the solution into her. It was as though she were receiving a massive ejaculation within her.
Then Jeannie began to move the rubber inserter back and forth in Barbara's deep passageway, and the blonde's vaginal muscles clamped down on it sensuously. "That's good," she cooed hoarsely, as Jeannie pumped it into her in the tempo of love.
"I'm getting hot just seeing you get hot," Jeannie said huskily. "Wait a minute, I know just the thing for us." She pulled the thick rubber cylinder from Barbara and stood up. She reached over to a compartment and withdrew a two-headed dildo with a rubber harness.
"Ever try one of these, honey?" she asked, showing Barbara the moulded penises of rubber, each a perfectly shaped reproduction of a seven-inch cock.
"I've never seen one before," said Barbara. "They sure look real. How do you work them?"
"I'll show you," said Jeannie. She covered each phallus with a thin coating of lubricant, then spread her thighs and pushed one of the rubber pricks up into the crease at the dark junction of her thighs until it had sunk all the way into her. The other half stood out from her groin, the mushroom-like head and thick stem pointing at Barbara.
Jeannie strapped the rubber belts around her thighs and waist and moved downward, saying, "Lie down in the water, honey." Barbara complied and Jeannie mounted her, bringing the rubber cock to the crease between Barbara's creamy white columns. She arched against Barbara's pelvis and the long shaft slid into Barbara's vaginal passage.
"Oh, that feels real!" Barbara exclaimed as her hips twitched in receptive response to the insertion of the artificial prick. Her arms folded around Jeannie's back and she pulled the brunette to her tightly as their hips began to thrust and gyrate against each other's groins. Their mouths met, their tongues sliding together ardently, as the humping of their sexual pleasure grew, each girl's pussy clamping down on the thick rolls that filled their tunnels of love.
They ground together for several minutes, their humping growing constantly faster, their lunges more spastic, as they rode a wave of passion. Their breasts were pressed tightly together, soft mounds of satiny warmth dotted with points of stiffness at their crests. Their hands clutched each other's bodies and their breaths came in quick gasps as they swelled to a pinnacle of ecstasy, their faces taut masks of passion.
Then, in a flurry of pelvic spasms, a furious burst of humping, they came off. They trembled in each other's arms, their bodies shuddering with orgasmic tremors, their tongues swirling wildly in each other's mouths, their hands clenching and pulling at one another as the wave rose, crashed in a fiery burst of orgasm and slowly subsided.
"Oh, honey," Jeannie gasped against Barbara's ear when their lips parted. "It's just never quite as good as with you. You are so warm, so soft, so good! Let's dry off, honey, I need to feel your pussy at my mouth. I need to taste you, to bury my nose in your beautiful box, to lick and smell that scent that drives me wild!"
Jeannie pulled back, sliding the glistening dildo from Barbara's depths, then unhooked the straps and slowly pulled the other shaft from her own pussy. They rolled from the tub and stood up to dry each other off, then slumped to the deep-piled carpeting.
Barbara laid on her back and opened her legs as Jeannie knelt over her and lowered her head to the golden-haired mound between Barbara's creamy thighs. Her own leg swung over Barbara's prostrate form, the pink crease in the center of her dark patch of hair opening wider as she lowered her crotch to Barbara's mouth.
Barbara breathed deeply of the fresh, musky smell of Jeannie's dark slit, and pushed her tongue eagerly between the walls of pink shining flesh. She lapped at the ridged canal beyond as Jeannie's pelvis closed over her, enveloping her face in a warm darkness of quivering, hair-shrouded, satiny moistness.
Her hands rose to the heaving hillocks of Jeannie's buttocks, pulling the other tightly to her as her tongue probed anxiously, passionately, at the writhing, pulsating crease at her lips. Her own hips humped spastically against Jeannie's surging tongue as she responded to the fiery tremors the brunette was creating with her frenzied lappings at Barbara's silken junction.
Their bodies were writhing, gyrating, humping masses of sensual joy as they swathed each other's pussies lustily. Their fluids seeped from them, covering their faces with the aromatic wetness and filling their nostrils with its muskiness as they devoured each other's heated crotches with unbridled passion.
Jeannie's body erupted into a violently quivering burst of spasms as she came off, and seconds later Barbara burst into a wave of orgasmic tremors. They plunged their tongues as deeply into each other's hot, wet channels as they could, and their hands tightened at the taut mounds of their heaving buttocks as they shuddered together ecstatically in the throes of their mutual climax.
When they drew apart, they turned as one and pulled together lengthwise, head to head, breasts to breasts, groin to groin, their mouths meeting in an impassioned kiss. They tasted their own vaginal juices on each other's lips and relished the sensation to their taste buds on their slithering tongues.
Their womanly reverie was broken by the sound of Barney pounding on the door. "Come on!" he said gruffly. "You womens take all damned day! We supposed to have party. Come on."
"We'll be right there, Barney," Jeannie called out. As the two women rose from the floor, Jeannie said to Barbara, "No point in getting dressed, honey. The horny bear is ready for fun and games."
"More?" Barbara exclaimed.
"So be a glutton," said Jeannie with a wry chuckle. "Hell, you've had enough today to satisfy three women and you're still as wound up as an eight-day clock. Go all out and make it your orgy day. Let's have a ball!"
"But not that salami!" Barbara said firmly, using the name they had come to use to refer to Barney's huge cock. "I couldn't take that in me now."
"So you join in the rest and I'll take care of Barney's wick-dipping," Jeannie said. "Fair enough?"
"Okay. I guess we'd better go ahead in there before he starts hammering on the door again." They laughed and started out.
"Hey! Now everybody got no clothes on!" Barney exclaimed joyously, his eyes feasting on the sight of the two unclad beauties. He swung his arm around Jeannie, cupping one of her large breasts in his ham-like hand, and dropped his other hand to Barbara's superbly curved rump, squeezing the firm half-moons of her exquisite buttocks.
Barbara stretched out on the large sofa, one foot on the floor and the other against the side cushions, the pink, shining lips of her vulva opened enticingly to him. Barney's eyes widened and he licked his lips in anticipation as he knelt before her and lowered his head to her golden-haired crotch.
He buried his face in her warm, musky wetness, and his tongue darted out to probe at the pink, buttery flesh with feverish enthusiasm. He devoured the moist passage with loud sucking, lapping sounds, and Barbara's hips responded with anxious humping as his tongue slid over and into her hot cunt, ecstatic waves of pleasure flowing through her heated crotch.
Jeannie slithered under Barney's legs on her back and raised her head to the level of his groin, reaching for the large, slowly swelling, fleshy missile between his legs. She moved its knobby head between her lips and slid as much of the inflating shaft into her mouth as she could handle and began to run her tongue around the thick, stiffening cylinder.
She held his sac with one hand, fondling his balls, while her other hand closed over the stem of his large cock. She pumped him slowly as her tongue swirled around the head of his prick and her lips moved up and down the thick sheath of hardening flesh.
Barney's hips bowed and humped with desire as his cock surged into the hot, moist warmth of Jeannie's mouth, and he lapped at Barbara's fleshy oval with unleashed passion as the fires of lust burned in his body. i
So eagerly did he lick at Barbara's smooth, slippery passageway that he quickly brought her to a peak of sexual excitement. She pressed her crotch tightly against his face as her body erupted into a series of quick, trembling jerks and she came off. "AAH! AAHHHhh! OOOHHHHhhhhhhh!" she moaned, paroxysms wracking her body
Barney's tongue did not stop its frenzied lappings at her heated, pulsating snatch. If anything, his tongued swaths grew more intense in the thrill of her climax against his mouth, and he sucked her vaginal fluid from the creased passage at a furious pace.
His cock throbbed with desire as Jeannie sucked on it furiously, her tongue whipping around its thick shaft and sending twinges of ecstasy flaring through his groin. Jeannie brought her other hand to his rigid shaft as his pelvic humping grew more spastic, letting go of his testicles to clamp both of her hands on the sliding core of hard flesh while the remaining inches plunged into her mouth.
After several pumpings, together with the wild tonguings of his cock, Barney responded violently. With stabbing lunges, Barney thrust into Jeannie's mouth in the wild, erotic rhythm of a coming ejaculation; then his dam burst and the semen gushed from him into her mouth.
Jeannie's cheeks swelled with the influx of his creamy fluid, and it spewed from between and around her lips as she clutched him in the throes of his orgasm, the huge cylinder rammed into her almost to her throat.
Above her, she heard Barbara scream out again in a second orgasm as Barney's ejaculatory spasms were reflected in a furious, final probing of her hot, wet orifice. He sucked on her fleshy oval with a fury as Jeannie, below, sucked his huge organ dry with tight, wet, clutching lips.
As his pelvic humping subsided, Barney pulled his mouth from Barbara's wet crease, his mouth and chin covered with her slick fluids, and rolled onto the floor. Jeannie sat up, wiping her mouth with a towel she had brought with her from the bathroom, and said, "Suck me now, Barney. I'm hot and I want to come, too."
Obediently, Barney went down on her, pressing his still-wet mouth against the dark junction atop her thighs as Jeannie opened her legs wide to receive him. He lapped at her pink, ridged cleft with loud, suctioning sounds as he clasped the firm, tense balls of her bottom, holding her pelvis high to his tongue-bathings.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! Suck me, Barney, suck me!" she gasped. "Lick me like crazy, Barney! Fuck me with your tongue!"
He rammed his tongue in and out of the warm, musky wetness of her tunnel of love as Jeannie's hips twitched and humped spastically against his mouth. Barbara, watching, was turned on by the wet, slurping sounds of Barney's tongue pronging Jeannie's pussy, and sat fingering her own well-sucked slit as her eyes feasted on the lustful scene.
For minutes, Jeannie's body was a writhing, heaving, gyrating, humping mass of lustful pleasure as Barney swathed her pussy with rasping licks and probing of his tongue. Her face was a taut mask of passion, her eyes shut tightly, and low, wailing moans of sheer sexual joy poured from her opened lips as she spasmed against his busy mouth.
Then, with a loud cry, she lunged hard against him, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she came off. "AAHHH! AAAHHHHhhhhoooOOOHHH!" she shrieked as the fires of release burned ecstatically in her groin, her thighs twitching violently in her passion.
Slowly, her spasms eased in the glowing aftermath of her furious orgasm and she lowered her buttocks to the floor as Barney pulled his mouth from her crotch. "Is good?" he asked, his chin, mouth and most of his face wet with the sticky fluids of her pussy.
"Oh, was it ever!" Jeannie exclaimed with joy. "Barney, you eat pussy like it was going out of style! I swear you can make me come off wilder with your tongue than you do with that gigantic cock of yours!"
Barney beamed with pride and said, "Can get cock up later, then we fuck, yah?"
"Whoa!" Jeannie groaned, grinning. "Let us catch our breath, lover. Why don't you go grab another beer and we'll all relax for a while. How about you, Barb, ready for a drink?"
"Sounds good. A highball for me, please." Jeannie got up and fixed the drinks while Barney wandered off in the direction of the kitchen, toweling his face dry.
Jeannie set their drinks down, sprawled out in an overstuffed chair, and asked, "What do you think, hon, could you go for some of Barney's cock as a main course?"
"I doubt it, Jeannie, honest. I can suck him off, but I don't know about fucking him. That last try let me sore for hours. I don't know how you can take so much of him."
"I don't know. My insides must be elastic as hell, but once he gets me really hot he can pound the meat to me all he wants and I love every inch of that massive organ of his. Tell you what," she added, "why don't you try a little of it, and when you've had enough, or you're getting sore, I'll take over and finish him up. Hell, you enjoy watching, right?"
"As a matter-of-fact I do," Barbara admitted. "Since my sexual education has broadened, I'm becoming somewhat of a voyeur. But I will say that I get a real charge out of watching people have sex. That's what makes me believe that the swinging party next week will really turn me on, watching all those people fuck all over the place-in addition to my own participation, that is," she added with a broad grin.
"You're evading my question," Jeannie said, smiling. "Are you going to try to take on Barney again? I'd love to watch him fuck you. What about it?"
"Oh, hell, I'll see," Barbara answered, an answer which Jeannie knew was an admission she was willing to try.
It took awhile before Barney was in the mood again, but Jeannie worked on him all the time he sat drinking his beer, sitting between his legs fondling his flaccid shaft. When his cock finally began to respond somewhat, Jeannie lowered her head to the huge roll of flesh and began to fellate him.
As her lips moved up and down on the thick shaft, her tongue licking at the soft sac under its bulbous head, his prick gradually began to swell and stiffen. When his tumescence returned, his cock standing fully erect at his groin, Jeannie pulled her mouth from the shining, wet cylinder and said, "You want to fuck now, Barney?"
"Yah, we fuck!" Barney responded eagerly, rising to his feet, his huge cock thrust out and raring to go into action.
"What do you say, Barb?" she asked the apprehensive blonde.
"Wow, I don't know," Barbara answered hesitantly, her eyes glued to the massive shaft of flesh sticking out from Barney's mass of thick, black pubic hair, the glistening cock with its knobby, creased, purple-hued head looking to her like the whang of a bull. It's beautiful, she thought to herself, but so big, so big!
"Go ahead, honey," Jeannie encouraged her. "Let him slide that gorgeous prick into you. Tell you what, bend over the couch and let him give it to you dog-fashion. I'll hold his cock so he doesn't go in too deep."
"Well..." Barbara said with a pause, then rose and bent over the end of the sofa, her arms on the cushions. The pert mounds of her ass were thrust out enticingly as Barney moved behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass to bring his cock to the crease at the center of her glossy hillocks.
He grasped the thick shaft of his swollen organ and pushed the knobby head of his tool to the glistening portals of her wet canal, then slid it into her for several inches. "AAAAHHHHHH!" she groaned as the big, bulging penis forced its way into her taut, ovular canal.
Jeannie grasped Barney's cock at its base, her fingers just barely surrounding the hot tube of flesh, to keep him from sinking it too deeply into Barbara's pink tunnel. Barney's hands clasped Barbara's creamy hips, his thumbs on her tense rear mounds, as he lunged against her. He rammed forward again, and the huge cock slid into her to the point at which Jeannie clutched his shaft.
"OOH! OOOHHH! OOOOHHHHHhhhhhh!" Barbara moaned in intermingled pain and passion as the hot joint pistoned into her burning passage. The slim walls of flesh between her legs were stretched tautly as Barney banged into her with stabbing lunges of want.
As the red-hot lust of his genitals grew, Barney humped against her with increasingly savage thrusts, and the clamping hot pressure of his entry filled Barbara with waves of growing passion. Her pelvic twitches grew in intensity, and soon she was responding eagerly to his anxious humping.
Her writhing derriere gyrated with pleasure, and her body-thrust forward with each of Barney's hard lunges against her buttocks-trembled with growing sensual joy as the hot cylinder bored into her.
She felt Jeannie's hand hit against her pussy with each of Barney's furious penetrations; then suddenly it was gone and his huge cock barreled into her to the hilt. "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she shrieked as the massive prick rammed deeply into her heaving depths, and at that moment she came off as she had never come off before.
Barney froze the throbbing, blood-filled roll deep with her as Barbara's body convulsed with orgasmic spasms, her entire body shaking violently as the fiery tremors wracked her with ecstasy. She moaned loudly in a long, wailing sigh as the fires of her orgasm flared, then slowly ebbed in the ecstatic, warming aftermath of her furious climax.
She fell forward, exhausted, though delightfully so,, as Barney's glistening shaft suctioned from her depths. Jeannie moved in front of Barney, bending over in Barbara's place, guiding his wet ramrod to her own pink, moist, gaping passageway.
Barbara rolled off the sofa and stood alongside, watching intently as the big man resumed his humping. He fucked Jeannie with unbridled lust, his breath coming in deep, gasping grunts as he banged his huge shaft deep into Jeannie's heaving depths in the wild, erotic rhythm of love.
Jeannie gasped and moaned in ecstasy as Barney poured his meat into her to the hilt, then reared back and slammed it to her again and again in savage tempo. His hips moved like pistons as he thrust his groin against the globes of her ass with rapidly increasing speed, each lunge driving his huge cylinder deep into Jeannie's hot, writhing cunt, stuffing her to the hilt.
The fires flared in Barney's cock as the tingling twinges of orgasm started and he could hold his juices back no longer. He slammed his prick into Jeannie with a desperate, savage lunge as his balls erupted and the creamy semen spurted wildly from the head of his throbbing dick to gush against the deep inner walls of her well-packed vagina.
Jeannie shrieked in ecstasy as she came off with him, her orgasm heightened by the sensation of his hot juices pouring into her and the spastic throbbing of the huge cock that filled her insides so tightly. Their bodies shook uncontrollably together in the sexual bliss of their mutual orgasm. It was many moments later before Barney slowly pulled his large, wet, softening appendage from her slick, quivering passage.
"Wow! I've never seen anything so wild and furious!" exclaimed Barbara to the perspiration-drenched Jeannie. "He looked like a bull mounting you with that immense cock!"
"The same big cock that went into you all the way when you came off!" Jeannie said with a grin. "Or didn't you know?"
"I knew!" Barbara said with emphasis. "You pulled your hand away on purpose, just so he could go all the way in. I wouldn't have believed I could take all of it, but I did. But even at that, I couldn't take him on like you do. Every time he whacked it to you, he rammed it in to the hilt!"
"Yeah," Jeannie agreed, "and it was great! In the vernacular of the swingers, honey, I was fucked good! Real good!"
"Barney like to fuck!" the big man exclaimed, making his contribution to the conversation with masculine pride.
"You sure do!" Jeannie laughed. "And you sure know how to go about it, too, you big horny stud!" She paused for a moment, evidently in deep thought, then turned to Barbara and said, "Honey, I just had a great idea. Fred had been planning on a swinging party this week end-so why disappoint him?"
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"I mean, let's have one tomorrow. I could bring Barney over and we could have our own swinging foursome as a warm-up to next week's group sex scene. What do you think?"
"I guess we could," said Barbara reflectively, considering the possibility. "I just wonder what Fred's reaction would be? I mean, we'd have to be sure that Barney didn't spill the beans about us having already made it together."
"No fear," Jeannie reassured her. "I can take care of that. Barney will say just what I ask him to and no more. Now Fred might have a tinge of male ego letdown when he sees the size of Barney's cock, but hell, that shouldn't upset him too much. Fred sure knows what to do with his-and besides, he'll have to get used to the idea of seeing guys who are hung better than him if he plans on making the swinging scene, just as he'll see guys with smaller pricks. Frankly, I think it would be a ball. What do you say?"
"Perhaps we could set it up this way. Why don't you call him at work and suggest it?" said Barbara. "Just don't say I'm here. Say you asked me about it and I said it was up to him."
"Okay, you're on," Jeannie replied, and rose, saying, I'll use the phone in the bedroom. You two relax with a fresh drink and I'll be back shortly." In less than five minutes she was back, and the smile on her face reflected the answer she had received. "Fred is all for the idea," she said. "The party is on for tomorrow afternoon and evening-or as long as it lasts."
"What party?" Barney asked.
"What kind of party do you like?" Jeannie asked him with a smile.
"We fuck?" he queried, his face breaking into a wide, hopeful grin.
"Yes, we'll fuck," Jeannie assured him bluntly, and he lapsed into a contented smile as Jeannie turned to Barbara again and said, "I even forewarned him about the stud here," pointing at Barney, "and it didn't seem to faze him a bit-unless he's just being coy, and curious!"
Barbara leaned hack against the cushions with a deep sigh and said, "Well, here we go again-on to the next phase of my sexual enlightenment. I feel like someone ready for a college course in sexology!"
"And the post-graduate work comes next week," Jeannie commented. "That's when all the barriers come down and you see group sex enjoyed as it is meant to be enjoyed. Consider tomorrow a warm-up action for the big scene."
"But a big step," Barbara injected. "It will be the first time Fred will see me with another man-much less Barney with his enormous cock. I'll be anxious to see his reaction, watching another man-well, fuck me."
"We'll see tomorrow," Jeannie commented. "And now, I vote for a refreshing shower."
"Me too," Barbara agreed.
"Barney come?" the big man asked as the girls rose and headed for the shower, their rear melons jiggling delightfully as they walked away.
"You wait, Barney," said Jeannie. "The tub isn't big enough for a small sex convention. We'll be out shortly and then you can use it."
"Okay," he concurred disappointedly.
"Have another beer, and then I'll fix us a nice dinner," she told him. His face brightened, then broke into a wide grin as she added, "And maybe we'll have another party later-you and I. Would you like that?"
"Yah!" he roared enthusiastically.
Barbara and Jeannie chuckled at his fervor as they padded off to the bathroom to shower.
ELEVEN
It was a good thing Fred was too tired from work to have sex that night. Barbara was exhausted-and sore-from the most sex-filled day of her life.
But though he was physically tired, Fred mentally was very enthusiastic about the party proposed for the following day. "I think it's a terrific idea, baby," he told Barbara. "Just the thing to get us into a swinging groove for the big party next week. The only thing is," he added with a somber tone, "this guy Jeannie is bringing-well, did she mention his having quite a whang on him? She said he's hung like a stallion."
"Jeannie said he was big," she replied, averting his eyes. "He's a janitor at the school. He used to be a prizefighter or something."
"You're not being class-conscious in any way are you?" Fred asked, misunderstanding Barbara's reference to Barney's occupation.
"No, I didn't mean that. I simply meant that you won't find him a very brilliant conversationalist. He speaks very poor English, but Jeannie told me she is working to help him, and that he is really a very nice person."
"So who talks when they're fucking?" Fred quipped with a chuckle, pleased that Barbara was growing accustomed to his earthy language and no longer reacted when he used such words. Little did he realize how much a part of Barbara's vernacular such words were becoming. "Apprehensive at all?" he asked her. "About tomorrow, I mean?"
Her only real apprehension was that Barney might inadvertently say something about his already having made it with her, but she felt secure in Jeannie's reassurance that this would not happen. "A little perhaps," she answered Fred's question, "but more from a viewpoint of what you'll think than if I can do it. You'll be watching me get it from another man."
"And I bet I'll get turned on by it," he observed philosophically. "And if tomorrow goes well, then I know we can make it great next week in the group sex bit." They talked a bit more; then, with both of them tired-for different reasons-they turned in to get a good night's sleep in preparation for the party the next day.
They got up at mid-morning on Sunday, ate a large brunch and discussed what they should put on. "Not that what we wear matters that much," Fred said, "because we'll have our clothes off soon enough, but we should look our best, I suppose."
"Why not just dress in something light and sexy?" Barbara asked, "something groovy?" Fred settled for a pair of double-knit slacks and a sport shirt of dark blue, a color in which he looked particularly attractive, Barbara assured him. She selected a flowing hostess gown that was tight, low-cut, and amplified the deep cleavage between her luscious globes.
"That turns me on," Fred said admiringly when she was dressed. "What have you got on underneath it? he asked. "I know you don't have a bra on, that's obvious," he added, his eyes drawn to the outline of her nipples at the peaks of her melon-like spheres.
"Look for yourself," Barbara grinned, raising the long gown above her waist. Atop her long, shapely white columns, riding low on her smooth hips, were a pair of bikini panties which barely covered the prominent mound at the junction of her thighs.
"Nice!" Fred said huskily, reaching for her. She danced away with a chuckle, dropping her gown, saying, "You start in and I'll have to get cleaned up all over again!" He started to chase after her, teasingly, when the door chimes pealed.
"Nuts, they're early!" Fred groaned in mock disappointment. "Shall I answer or will you, hon?"
"I'll get it," Barbara answered, and walked to the door and swung it open to admit Jeannie and Barney.
"All's well. Barney's got the message," Jeannie whispered reassuringly to Barbara as they entered. Jeannie introduced Barney, skipping lightly past Barb's quick words to dwell on his introduction to Fred. Fred liked the big man on sight, sensing his simple, genial manner, but his eyes were strictly for Jeannie.
The voluptuous brunette wore a fishnet blouse with a flesh-colored, see-through bra beneath that left nothing to the imagination. Fred's eyes feasted on her melony spheres with the dark splotches around their large nipples, his pulse racing at the sensuous sight. Her shapely legs were exposed to mid-thigh under a brief mini-skirt, and the sight of their taut, sinewy lines made him anxious for the fun and games to begin. He couldn't wait to peel that skirt from her to view the sexier sight beneath.
"Come on, have a drink," he said expansively, and the others headed for the bar and climbed onto the bar stools as Fred moved behind it to serve them.
"Barney like beer," the big man told Fred amiably, and Fred served him a bottle of premium beer when he set highballs in front of the girls. "Here's to a real fun party," Fred toasted, raising his own glass.
"Yeah, we have fun!" Barney added loudly, and they all laughed at his eager, boyish enthusiasm.
"How about a movie or so while we're enjoying this libation?" Fred asked.
"Fine with us," Jeannie agreed. "I really enjoyed those last films you showed us-what we saw of them," she added with a knowing grin.
"These are even better," said Fred. "They're top quality, right from the Hollywood underground. I borrowed them from a guy at work who shows them at the club every month for the guys. He belongs to some group that swaps them around, and he always comes up with some real good stuff."
He set up the projector and screen and drew the drapes so that the room was dark enough for their showing. He left the bar light on, however. "As you need a refill, help yourself," he offered, and put on the first reel.
The Airline Stewardesses, the title read, and the opening scene showed a large jet landing at the Los Angeles International Airport. Moments later, the scene dissolved to a shot of a door reading "Employees Only". Two beautiful stewardesses emerged, followed by two pilots. They became engrossed in conversation, with the girls smiling and gesturing in answer to the conversation pantomime of the pilots.
"I wonder what they're asking the girls?" Jeannie said mockingly, and they all laughed at the obvious. "I wish these were in sound," Fred added, "particularly when they get to the action scenes!"
The film was well-made, and the build-up was timed to perfection so that by the time the stewardesses were disrobing in the inevitable motel room, the four viewers were feeling itchy tinglings in their groins.
By the time the film ended, Fred and Barney had whopping hard-ons in their pants from watching the lurid sex scenes, and both girls' pussies were wet and twitching with growing desire.
"Barney horny!" the big man exclaimed as Fred switched on the lights to change reels. Fred looked over and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw the gigantic bulge Barney had hold of in his trousers.
"Is that for real?" he gasped with surprise.
"Sure, is real," said Barney. "You want see?"
"Hell, yes! I don't believe what I'm seeing now!" Fred answered.
The girls laughed, knowing what was coming, as Barney stood up and dropped his pants and shorts to reveal the huge, swollen cock standing erectly at his groin.
"Son of a bitch!" Fred exclaimed in awe. "What a dong!" He glanced over at Barbara, wondering what her feelings might be at seeing his massive prick. How in hell will she take that? he wondered to himself with mixed emotions.
"It's not the size, it's what you do with it that counts," Jeannie commented philosophically, fearful that Fred might grow less enthusiastic about proceeding, in fear of being made to look inadequate by comparison. "And with what you can do with yours, baby, you don't have to take a back seat to anyone," she added huskily as she sidled up alongside him.
She grasped the rigid pole at Fred's groin and said, "That's what I want in me, you handsome, sexy bastard." Fred glowed, his ego appeased by her flattery, and he pulled Jeannie to him tightly, his lips meeting hers, his tongue darting out to meet hers in a deep, soul-kiss.
His hands dropped to the smooth, sinewy roundness of her rear hillocks, feeling them tighten in response as he cupped the taut half-moons in his palms. Jeannie's lips pulled back from his and she said huskily, "Let's get our clothes off, honey. I want you!"
Quickly, they shed their clothing and Fred fell to the floor with the voluptuous brunette, bending his head toward her groin. He kissed the smooth arc of her warm stomach, brushed his lips over her dark pubic mound, then buried his face in the moist junction of her thighs, his hands tightly clutching the warm, firm balls of her buttocks.
He licked at Jeannie's velvety, aromatic crease in desperate need, breathing deeply of the womanly scent of her slick passage as he lathered her pink portals and inner canal with a fervor that knew no bounds.
He swung his leg over Jeannie's body, bringing his pelvis above her face, and she drew him down to her quickly to take his stiff cock into her mouth to smother the rigid head and shaft with spine-tingling swaths of her hot tongue.
Their torsos erupted into anxious humping as they fucked each other orally without restraint. Fred rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, so he could probe deeper into her sweet-tasting honey-pot with his tongue. Between Jeannie's writhing thighs and along her hair-lined crease, Fred looked over to see how Barbara was progressing with the well-hung Barney.
His blonde wife was on her knees, her dress lowered to her waist. Barney crouched before her, his hands kneading her lush breasts, as she fondled his huge, stiff prick. Both of her hands held its shaft like a ball bat, the rest of his swollen, blood-filled organ imbedded in her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out from the gigantic mouthful, and Barney's hips lunged spastically as he thrust his cock against Barbara's busy mouth and tongue.
A shiver ran through Fred as he observed for the first time his wife going down on another man, sucking him with fervor. But instead of jealousy, he felt a surge of lustful pleasure at the sight, incensing him to greater passion, and he resumed his ardent tonguings of Jeannie's pulsating cunt in a frenzy of licks and lappings of the moist, aromatic flesh.
The rounded, hair-lined V of Jeannie's buttocks provided the frame for his view of Barbara's oral ministrations to Barney's immense cock, and the combination of eating Jeannie as she was eating him, plus the thrill of watching
Barbara suck Barney's cock at the same time swelled his passion to heights he had never before known.
Jeannie's pelvis suddenly exploded into a violent wave of spastic tremors at the fury of his oral probing and she came off, her cunt pressing tightly against his mouth in her violent tremblings. Fred thrust his tongue deeply into her contracting passage as she clamped her thighs fiercely against his head in the throes of her fiery orgasm.
, She slipped her lips from his rigid, pulsing cock and cried out, "Now, Fred! Fuck me now, I'm burning up!" She whirled around onto her knees and bent her head forward onto her arms, her buttocks raised high, awaiting his entrance, the pink crease wet and shining at the apex of her lush, rear mounds.
Fred moved his groin to the deep cleavage of her lovely, shining rear hillocks and pushed his wet stem into her heated pussy. He rammed his hips forward and the sleek shaft buried itself deep in her heaving depths. "AAAHHHH! AAHHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHhhhhhh!" she moaned as he poured the stiff, hot prod to her with savage thrusts that rocked her body.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she shrieked as he pummeled her with his rigid, throbbing cock. His shaft glistened with the slick fluids of her inner canal as it slid in and out of her depths, the veins sticking out on its rigid stem, his balls jangling and socking against the cheeks of her ass as he fucked her.
Amidst his savage plunging, Fred's eyes again drifted to his wife across the room. Barbara's dress was off now, and she squatted on the couch, nude, her knees bent, high, her thighs spread wide, with Barney's face buried in her golden-shrouded pussy. Barney's head bobbed up and down as his tongue swept over the raw, pink flesh at her moistened crotch. Barney's hand held his huge, stiff prick, and he was pumping himself with a fury as he licked feverishly at Barbara's wet slit.
Again the sight of his wife being eaten by another man "drove Fred to a new pinnacle of passion, and his thrusts into Jeannie soared to a frenzied surge of savage lunges, to which she responded readily. Her hips gyrated and humped as though her cunt were trying to tear his cock from its roots, her vaginal muscles clamping down on its hard core spastically as her tremors rose, then she shrieked aloud and came off in a fiery wave of uncontrollable spasms.
For minutes, they lay locked in each other's arms, their mouths clamped tightly together, their tongues swirling passionately in the throes of the aftermath of her orgasm. Then, as Jeannie's hips again began to hump against him, Fred resumed his deep, stabbing lunges into her until their hips were humping at a furious pace as they fucked wildly in sheer, unleashed sexual passion.
"UH!. . UH!. . UH! . . Uh!" grunted Jeannie loudly with each thrust into her, as she rammed her cunt to his plunges, her mouth open wide, her eyes closed, her face wracked with savage lust. Fred's breath came in gasping jerks and his ass bowed, tightened and plunged spastically as his cock went into her to the hilt with each thrust. Perspiration rolled from their bodies as their wave rose, peaked and crashed, sending them into ecstatic tremors of orgasm.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!... OOOHHHHHHHH!" their voices blended in passion as they came off, Fred's semen spurting wildly into Jeannie's belly, and Jeannie's pelvis a mass of madly clutching tremors. Deep gasping sighs poured from their lips, their bodies shuddering together violently, then easing slowly, gradually, as their passion ebbed, the spasms subsiding.
When the flames had died to embers of quiet contentment, they slowly drew apart and fell flat on the floor, their groins wet and glistening with the fluids of their furious coupling, their lungs gasping for breath, their stomachs rolling from the muscle reactions of their spastic thrusts.
"Poor Barney is jacking off," Jeannie noted, looking over at the other couple. "Hell, I'll go make his pussy-eating a lot more fun." She moved across the room, slid in front of Barney's busy groin, pulled his hand from his cock and took the massive tool into her mouth.
Barney's muscular buttocks humped with anxious spasms as Jeannie's tongue massaged the knobby head of his prick with expert, swirling licks. She sucked him with her lips as deeply as she could take the huge stem into her mouth, and his lusting loins pumped harder and faster against her.
Barney's tongue darted in and out of Barbara's heaving, wet crotch with renewed vigor, lapping at her pungent flesh with such an ardency that she cried aloud and came off. Her body shuddered and her knees clamped against his head as the wave of tremors wracked her from head to toe.
Barney sucked with eagerness at her coital fluid as Barbara climaxed, drawing every drop of the honeyed nectar from her hot, writhing passage. Barbara wailed long and low as she came, her eyes closed tightly, her face taut with passion, her hands clutching Barney's head tightly to her humping pussy.
Then Barney's cock spasmed violently and he shot his load into Jeannie's busy mouth, the thick white cream spewing from her well-filled mouth to run down her chin and drip to her white thighs below as her throat worked to swallow what she could as his gism pumped into her.
Fred's loins tingled anew in the erotic thrill of watching first his wife and then Barney come off with such intensity. He fell flat on his stomach and moved his head between Jeannie's thighs, clamping his mouth to her wet crotch to suck at the slippery, wet crease. He lapped eagerly at the fluids that dripped from her, tasting his own salty semen along with her musky cuntal juices.
The three sucked each other dry, with Fred's being the only unattended organ. When they pulled apart, Fred said, "My cock is still dripping a little with my come. Who's going to volunteer to suck me dry?"
"Stand up and I will," spoke up Barbara, and Fred quickly rose and brought his flaccid, glistening cock to her mouth. She slid it between her full, red lips and sucked on its entire length, milking him tightly with her mouth and reveling in the sweet taste of Jeannie's pussy on the shiny, wet shaft.
Tinglings again shot through Fred's groin, particularly at the sensation of Barbara sucking his cock as the other two watched. "Tongue it," he said huskily, and Barbara's tongue coiled delightfully around the soft cylinder. So ardently did Barbara blow him that soon his cock was swollen as large as before.
He slid its rigid shaft from Barbara's mouth and fell to his knees before her on the couch and eagerly rammed it into the wet, gaping crease Barney had so expertly heated up with his tongue minutes before.
The cheeks of Fred's ass tightened as he thrust fiercely into her soft tunnel. Her elastic opening swallowed the erect cock to its inner depths, and she rotated her pelvis with anxious humping as Fred fucked her vigorously. "Yeah, daddy, fuck me, fuck me!" she gasped, and so excited was Fred at hearing the longed for cries coming from Barbara's lips that his strokes humped savagely.
Barbara crotch burned with passion as the hot tube of flesh tore into her wet, deep oval, the head of his cock bumping against the tight ring deep within her as he pummeled her furiously with his fleshy missile.
Fred's lips fell to one of her lush breasts, taking the swollen mound at its peak and the snub-nosed, erect nipple atop it deep into his mouth to suck on it lustily. His hand reached between their heated, pumping union to finger the hard, little nub of Barbara's clitoris, and her ass spasmed and gyrated wildly in response.
"OOHHHhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, darling, that's wonderful!" Her pelvis was a grinding mass of spastic humping as his fingerings sent waves of lustful pleasure flaring through her groin. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, baby!" she groaned as her passion grew. "Oh, darling, darling! OOH! I'm coming! I'M COMING! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh-hh!" she wailed loudly as the dam burst and she came off, the spasms of release shaking her body violently.
Fred buried his cock deep within her pulsating, quivering pussy as the orgasmic tremors wracked her body, then once again his hips thrust against her as he resumed his deep plunges into her heaving depths.'
Beads of perspiration rolled down Barbara's lust-wracked face, her mouth hung open and low moans poured from her throat in the joys of the fucking she was getting from her husband. It seemed all the more exciting because of the wild tonguings she had received from Barney earlier to bring her to such a feverish pitch, and now Fred was fucking her without restraint, with a savagery that brought indescribable waves of ecstasy to her wildly bucking body.
They writhed and humped together with a fury, their bodies glistening from the sweat that poured from their glands and rolled down their heaving stomachs, and loud, suctioning sounds of wet flesh against wet flesh filled the room in their frenzied balling.
Then, suddenly, Fred pulled her with him, his cock deeply imbedded in her, as he fell to the floor on his back with Barbara atop of him. "Fuck me now, baby, fuck me!" he implored her hoarsely, and Barbara adjusted her knees at his sides and plunged her pelvis up and down over his groin, taking the initiative as she fucked him as furiously as he had been fucking her seconds before.
Her eyes glazed with impassioned lust as she rode him frenziedly, her breath coming in quick, little gasps and grunts, her ass a pistoning, thrusting ball of taut flesh as she fucked him with a fury that knew no bounds.
"OOH! OOOHHH! OOOHHhhh!" Fred moaned over and over as Barbara bucked and lunged against him furiously, impaling herself to the hilt on his wet, stiff cock with each downward plunge. Pangs of fire shot through his wildly throbbing prick as his passion built to a crescendo; then Fred lunged savagely up against her as the hot juices spurted from him to gush into her pummeling passage.
Barbara plunged down on him hard, clamping her corrugated sheath tightly on his deeply imbedded, spurting rod, thrilling to the feel of his hot gushings into her, and she came off with him, her body again erupting into an uncontrollable wave of orgasmic spasms.
She fell forward on him, her heaving globes pressed tightly against his hairy, sweat-covered chest and clamped her mouth on his, and they sucked in turn on each other's hot, wet tongues as the tremors of their mutual orgasm gradually eased.
"Sonsabitch, they fuck good!" roared the intently watching Barney, unconsciously stroking his reawakened cock as he observed the erotic sight.
"You're hard again!" Jeannie noticed as her eyes left Fred and Barbara to glance at the big man's groin, where his huge baton again stood fully erect. "I can take care of that!" she added, pulling at Barney's arm to turn him around to her.
"I fuck both womens!" Barney said eagerly, his eyes feasting on Barbara's now vacated, gaping, moist golden slit.
"You want Barbara first? Okay, go ahead," said Jeannie without rancor. "You're warmed up like a bake oven, you should be ready for Barney now," she said to Barbara. Fred watched intently as Barbara's flanks spread and she spread-eagled herself on the floor awaiting Barney.
"I'm going to see my wife get fucked by another man!" Fred thought to himself with erotic excitement as Barney raised Barbara's thighs and brought the head of his huge cock to the entrance of her pink, gaping, glistening canal.
The purple-hued roll of flesh, headed like a big mushroom, pushed into the pink lips of moist flesh, then sunk into the deep tunnel beyond. Barbara's pink, oval opening stretched tautly as the blood-filled organ surged into her, and she moaned deeply as the pressure built within her, the massive prick expanding her elastic, cuntal tissue.
Fred's eyes bugged with disbelief as he watched the thick shaft slip deeply into Barbara's tightly-stretched pussy. Then Barney arched his hips, humping slowly at first, then the glistening, fluid-covered cylinder plunged forward and backward with strokes that brought loud cries of mingled pain and passion from Barbara's lips.
Barney's thrusts grew faster, more urgent, and the giant rod sunk to the hilt in Barbara's clutching depths with each ramming insertion, and her cries turned to moans of passion as the fleshy cylinder pumped into her with mounting fury.
"AAHHH! AAAAAHHHH! AAAHHHH! OOhhhhhh-OOOHHHHH!" she shrieked in ecstasy with each plunge of Barney's thick, swollen prick into her. The cheeks of her ass flattened against the floor with each of his savage lunges, then rose to meet his next thrust as her humping grew more spastic, more anxious.
Alongside them, Jeannie's hand fondled Fred's tingling cock, and her other hand stroked her own heated pussy, busily rubbing herself between her legs, as they watched with erotic delight the wildly fornicating couple before them. The blood raced in Fred's veins, and his loins tingled, his eyes glued to the wet, stretched passage between Barbara's thighs as Barney's cock pummeled lustily into the pink channel of flesh. He felt erotic sensations as never before at the sight of his wife being so vigorously fucked by Barney's huge cock.
Barbara's eyes were closed tightly, her face tightened into a mask of lust, moans pouring from her throat as she humped under Barney with unbridled passion. Her cries raised to a wail as the waves of ecstasy shot through her groin and she came off with a shriek that filled the room with sound, her body writhing violently as the spasms wracked her body.
Barney ceased his savage lunges as she came off, keeping his throbbing rod deeply imbedded in her as her cuntal muscles contracted spastically on the hard, thick ramrod that filled her writhing depths. Only when Barbara's legs started to move downward as the tremors eased did Barney move again. But as he started to stroke into her again, Barbara moaned, "Oh, no, no more, Barney. I'm sore. Take Jeannie."
Barney pulled the big, wet prick from Barbara's stretched, wet oval and turned to the voluptuous brunette. Jeannie knelt before him dog-fashion, her ass high, the pink crease open to him as she held her buttocks up to await his penetration.
Heated to the boiling point in his furious coupling with Barbara, Barney quickly, anxiously, rammed the wet, thick shaft into Jeannie's up-thrust pussy, and began pumping into her with savage lunges, the sac of his testicles banging against the balls of her ass with each furious plunge to the hilt of his cock in her hot, wet, clutching depths.
Fred, so excited by the sight of his wife having been so savagely fucked, fell to Barbara's wet pussy and began licking the pink slit with a frenzy. "I'll suck you dry," he mumbled huskily, his voice muffled as his mouth pressed against her fluid-covered, golden pubic hair. He lapped at her hot, buttery, wet flesh with an eagerness beyond description, sucking lustily at her cuntal juices.
By the time Barney, alongside, had blown his wad into Jeannie's heaving belly, Fred had tongued Barbara to another orgasm as he licked her raw, pink flesh with a need and passion he had never before known.
Their four-way orgy continued far into the night, until each of them was fully satiated and completely exhausted from their frenzied couplings.
Later, curled up in her husband's arms, drifting off to sleep, Barbara heard Fred say softly, tenderly, "Baby, my baby, you're really becoming I've always wanted. I love you." She snuggled against him, her tired body cozy in his hairy warmth, a feeling of complete contentment filling her body as she fell into a deep sleep.
TWELVE
Barbara had enjoyed so much sex that past week end that she found herself turned on as never before. It was as though she had raised the level of her sexual awareness and sexual need to a far higher point than she had imagined herself capable of, and she loved it.
When her students were working on assignments during the week, she found herself daydreaming about her sexual escapades and getting hot in class. She would squeeze her legs together behind her desk, and rub her buttocks on her chair, her panties tightening against her slit and clitoris to the point where she could make herself come off.
She purchased a seven-inch vibrator shaped like a penis, along with a tube of lubricating jelly during her lunch hour on Tuesday, and could hardly wait for her mid-afternoon break to try it out. When her break-time finally arrived, she brought the vibrator with her in her purse to the teachers' lounge, and entered one of the private toilet stalls.
She lowered her panties to her ankles, then took them off entirely so she could position herself as she desired. She covered the phallic-shaped vibrator with a thin coating of the lubricant and turned it on. She spread her legs as she squatted so that her crotch was wide open to her planned ministrations.
Putting the plastic cock to the crease of her pubic junction, Barbara rubbed the head of the vibrator along the thin, pink walls of her pussy, thrilling to the minute vibrations it sent along her slit. Then she moved its head to her clitoris, and the tiny nub stiffened to the pulsations radiated by the vibrator, and Barbara started to get hot. Boldly, she pushed the plastic phallus deep into her vagina and reacted immediately as she moved it to and fro within her.
She raised off the seat, squatting with her thighs widespread as she pumped the vibrator in and out of her, humping spastically against the feel of the whirring, quivering plastic cock as it surged into her heated passage. In moments, her loins were afire with lustful pleasure, and she fucked herself furiously with the vibrator until she came off in a burst of orgasmic tremors, her body shaking violently in her self-imposed passion.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud in the heat of her curious orgasm, expelling her breath in a deep sigh of satisfaction. "Oh, this is so much better then masturbating by hand!" she mused to herself. She kept the vibrator deeply imbedded in her, its motor whirring away, as the tremors rose, burst, and then gradually subsided.
Then, still feverish with pelvic twitching, and curious to see how she would react anally to the plastic penis, Barbara pulled the vibrator from her pussy and brought its head to her anus. She pushed its wet, slick head against the tight sphinctered ring and shoved it inward. She flinched as it first entered her rectal passage, then found she could move it in and out of the elastic passageway with relative ease, enjoying the erotic sensations of the rear invasion of herself. Only the sound of a light tap on the toilet door kept her from continuing to see if she could make herself come off this way.
"It's me, honey," a soft, muffled voice said, and Barbara, thinking it was Jeannie who perhaps had seen her come in, slid the lock back and the door moved inward.
It wasn't Jeannie, but the Amazon-like Spanish teacher, Delores Spanner. Realizing her mistake, Barbara started to push the door closed, but it was too late. The big girl had already entered and, worse yet, had looked downward to see the vibrator in Barbara's hand between her wide-spread thighs, its head still imbedded in her anus.
The big brunette's eyes widened knowingly, then she whispered huskily, "You like that, too, I see. Want company?" she asked anxiously.
Barbara froze, then said, "Did you know it was me in here?" She shut the vibrator off and pulled it from her hastily.
"No, honey," Delores answered. "I had a-well, let's call it a rendezvous with someone else, but I'm not disappointed," she added hoarsely. "Let me stay with you, please?" she urged.
Barbara started to lower her dress, but the big brunette's hands slid onto Barbara's smooth, outspread inner thighs, grasping their warmth. "Don't you like-women?" Delores asked huskily. With Barbara's slight hesitation, the brunette's hand slid onto Barbara's silken-haired crease and stroked the moist slit tenderly as she moved closer against her.
Barbara started to resist, in embarrassment, but the hand on her heated cleft did feel good, so she relaxed and let the big girl have her way. The large hand of the big brunette was as gentle as a butterfly on Barbara's soft, moistened flesh, and she found herself responding enthusiastically to her stroking.
As Delores felt Barbara begin to hump against her hand, she slid to her knees and brought her lips to the wet, fleece-shrouded slit between the blonde's legs. Her tongue darted out and drew a swath up the length of the pink crease, and Barbara gasped with pleasure.
Barbara drew her hands to the back of Delores' head, pulling her tightly to her open crotch as her hips twitched spastically to the thrills wrought by the busy tonguings of the larger girl. Once more Barbara found herself climbing to an orgasm as Delores' tongue probed her pussy with ardent lappings. The fires of passion raged in her depths, then the flames soared and she came off in wild, uncontrollable shuddering of orgasmic pleasure as Delores licked at her pulsing oval as though starved for the taste of the blonde's cuntal fluids.
When Barbara's tremors eased, Delores slid her tongue from the warm nest between Barbara's legs, rose, looked anxiously at the golden-haired girl and gasped, "Relieve me, please!" as she pulled her own dress above her waist. She wore no panties underneath, but a small, elastic-like white band covered her crotch, almost hidden in the black bush of pubic hair that surrounded her mound of love.
Delores pulled the wisp of cloth from her, dropping it down her lush, full thighs to her ankles, and a thick nub of pink flesh leaped upward from atop her wide-lipped pussy. It was about three inches long and about as big around as a finger. Barbara had never seen anything like it in her life. It was like a small penis!
"What's that?" she asked, astounded.
"It's an oversized clitoris," Delores said in a strange voice. Tm an hermaphrodite. I've got a clitoris like a man's prick, and I have a regular pussy. See?" she added, pulling the thick, pink lips of her labia apart to show Barbara the rosy, ridged canal beyond. It was smaller than usual, but it was unmistakably a deep, female passage.
"Kiss it, please!" she beseeched Barbara, pushing the swollen clitoris toward her lips. Barbara drew her head toward the swollen stick of erect, pink flesh as Delores pushed her pelvis forward anxiously, opening her legs. The finger of shining, rigid skin slid between Barbara's lips like a stiff cock, and Delores broke into a frenzy of spastic humping, thrusting it into Barbara's mouth eagerly as she fucked the blonde's lips with furious spasms of lust.
Deep, gasping sighs gushed from the big girl's mouth as she lunged again and again against Barbara's mouth in desperate thrusts. Barbara wound her tongue around the plunging cylinder of hot flesh as it pushed into her mouth, and Delores broke loose with another spastic series of humping and came off.
Her body shuddered violently, and her hands locked Barbara's head tightly against her heated crotch as the tremors wracked her body; then she eased away and the small tube of flesh slid from between Barbara's lips.
"Oh, thank you, Barb, thank you!" Delores gasped huskily as she lowered her head to the blonde's lips and crushed her mouth against them in an impassioned kiss. When their lips parted, Delores again gasped, "Oh, Barb, if I had only known before that you were one of us! Darling, you're wonderful!"
She stood up, pulling Barbara with her, her hands sliding down to grasp the blonde's firm rear hillocks, pulling Barbara's body tightly against her own. Their groins met in a tingling meshing of their pubic hair, their thighs pressed together in a blanket of warm skin. Delores arched her pelvis against Barbara, and Barbara felt the stiff finger of Delores' clitoris push at her moist portals.
"Turn around, please," Delores urged. "Let me show you how I can delight you like a man." Barbara turned and bent over, her nude half-moons at the level of Delores' groin, and the big brunette moved forward to press against the cleavage of Barbara's firm rear cheeks.
Barbara felt the rigid finger of flesh sink into her pussy, and she pulled her thighs together tightly to increase the pressure on the pistoning cylinder. The big brunette arched over her ass, humped spastically against her once again, the slick cock-like clitoris sinking in and out of Barbara's canal in the erotic rhythm of love.
It felt good to Barbara, even though it was small, and Delores moved her hips with such a frantic speed that Barbara felt the tremors of pleasure climb and flare through her groin. It was like she was being finger-fucked at a furious rate of speed, and she quivered with delight with each stabbing thrust into her.
Delores, her hips humping frenziedly, came off again and again, each wave of orgasmic tremor's preceded by a savage lunge against Barbara's lovely ass. Deep stifled moans escaped her lips each time she came off, then she plunged forward again to hump against Barbara spastically as she rose to another climax.
Barbara came off twice in the furious assault on her heated passage, then was treated to a thrill she had not anticipated. Delores moved the rigid wand of hot flesh to Barbara's anus and fucked the blonde's tight rear hole furiously to her final orgasm, Barbara coming off with her when the small, stiff baton made its last stabbing lunge deep into her rectal passage.
When Delores pulled backward, releasing her tight grip on Barbara and slid the finger-like prod from Barbara's ass-hole, she asked anxiously, "How did that feel, Barb? Good, wasn't it? And you came off too, didn't you, honey?"
"Yes, to all questions," Barbara answered honestly. "It was good! I never knew that a woman could have a clitoris like that-like a man's penis, I mean. Can you make it with a man as well?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, but I prefer women. Men make me feel like a freak for the most part," she said, "though I have a ball with the ones who don't make fun of me, and who have pricks that I can take. Let me show you," she added as she drew her thighs widely apart and separated the thick lips of her labia to show Barbara the pink, corrugated, moist canal below her oversized clitoris. "Stick your finger in," she offered, and Barbara obliged. She pushed her middle finger into the wet, slick passageway and was amazed at the tightness of the rigid canal.
"It's not as big as most women's, as you can see," Delores explained as Barbara withdrew her finger from the wet passage. "That's why I have to make it with guys with small cocks. But with a woman, I can feel-well, like a man."
Delores pulled the elastic brief, like a small jock strap, up over her pussy and hips, and dropped her dress, then again looked at Barbara and asked, "Can I see you again, honey? I didn't shock you or anything, did I? I mean, I didn't plan this. I didn't know it was you in here, but I'm glad it happened, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. It was quite an experience. And I would like to see you again, Delores, and really get acquainted. We've always been just sort of casual, professional friends around here, but that status was changed in a hurry," she added with a grin.
The big girl laughed delightedly and threw her arms around Barbara with affection. "And we'll stay friends," she said huskily. They drew apart, and Barbara put the vibrator back into her purse and they walked out. No one was in the lounge. "Time for a cigarette?" Delores asked, offering a pack to Barbara.
Barbara glanced up at the clock and saw she was already late. "Oh, hell," she said, "I'm due back already. Tell you what, how about joining me for a drink after work and we'll have a chance to talk?"
"Wonderful," Delores answered. "I'll meet you at your room about four. See you later, Barb," she added as Barbara swung the door open to leave. She almost collided with a petite redhead, her long titian tresses falling in a waterfall to below her thin shoulders, granny glasses riding high on her pert nose.
"Oh, excuse me," the girl said in a soft but resonant voice, her large green eyes widening behind her glasses. "The girls' toilet was full and I was going to use the teachers' lounge. It is all right, isn't it?" she asked.
"Sure. Go ahead," Barbara answered, flashing a smile as she stepped aside to let the young girl enter. She was a shy student Barbara had in one class, a lovely girl with a winsome smile and courteous manners who rarely had much to say. As she walked back to her classroom, Barbara wondered if the frail redhead was the "someone else" with whom Delores had planned the tryst.
Couldn't be, she mused, thinking of how unsexual the young girl appeared. Yet she wondered. She dismissed the thought from her mind and entered her classroom.
Delores met Barbara promptly at four, and they walked to the parking lot together. Delores was a tall girl, just over six feet, and though she carried a lot of weight, it did not show, for she was magnificently proportioned for her size. She was not fat at all, just big.
Her large, melon-like breasts thrust outward, unsagging, and the arc of her stomach was nearly flat. Her wide but shapely hips tapered along full, rounded thighs to long, trim sinewy legs that complimented her Amazon-like appearance. Her deep brown hair was cropped in a trim, close bob, and long dark lashes fluttered over her wide-set deep green eyes. She had an aquiline nose and wide, full lips that curled into a smile.
"I didn't bring my car today," Delores said to Barb in her deep, well-cultured voice. "Do you mind dropping me off afterwards?"
"Gosh, no. I'd love to," Barbara answered. "Here we are, hop in," she added as they neared Barbara's car. They drove to a nearby lounge, found an empty rear booth, and ordered highballs from a fat, bored-looking waiter.
"Life is funny, isn't it?"' Delores observed casually as they lit cigarettes. "This morning we were just two teachers who saw each other daily and went through the 'Hi' routine without knowing a thing about each other, and now. . . " She left the sentence incomplete. No other words were needed.
"Tell me, Barb," she asked on a thoughtful note, "are you AC-DC? Or was today something you-well, accepted as the thing to do at the time?"
"Until recently, I never had any experiences with a woman," Barbara admitted. "Then I met someone and found an enjoyment in our relationship I wouldn't have imagined. She was the first, and only-until you, today."
"And you enjoyed today-really enjoyed it?"
"Very much," Barbara again admitted.
"I know you're married," said Delores, "so I assume you find enjoyment with both sexes. And your friendship with this other woman-well, today won't complicate matters for you, will it?"
"Not at all," Barbara asserted without hesitation. "We have quite an understanding. And, ironically, she has helped me in my marriage. My sexual life has been enhanced such as you wouldn't believe. We've even swung together-with my husband."
"No!" exclaimed Delores in surprise. "Why, I think that's delightful! And everyone is happy with the arrangement?"
"Completely," Barbara answered. "Of course we don't do it regularly, but get together occasionally, and we find it spices our sex life considerably-all of us, I mean."
"I'm envious," Delores said with a grin. Then her smile dissolved and a serious look came over her face as she asked, hesitantly, "I don't suppose that sometime I could-that is, would you let me, well, watch?"
"Gosh, I don't know," Barbara replied in surprise. "I guess I could ask, but wouldn't you rather join in if we could set something up sometime?"
"Yes, I would," the voluptuous beauty responded. "With you that is, or even in a threesome with another woman. Oh, I'd like it with a man, too," she added hastily, "but they're generally so big, and then I end up embarrassed. As I told you, and you saw for yourself, I have to make it with guys with small penises. But I'll join you in the fun, orally or whatever I can, if you could ever fix it up."
"Let me see what I can do," Barbara said. Then, as an afterthought, she asked, "What if we could get you in to a swinging party-a big one; couldn't you line up a date, one you're compatible with in that way, I mean?"
"Well, yes, I guess so," Delores said with a slight hesitation. "I hadn't thought about it. Perhaps I've always felt reluctant to consider any swinging at all because of-well, you know, my genitals being different and all. I'm kind of sensitive about it."
"Nonsense, you'd be the hit of the party," Barbara assured her. "Let me see what I can do and I'll give you a call later in the week."
"You're serious?" Delores asked hopefully.
"Of course. It's just that I can't make any promises until I talk to my husband and another couple we are scheduled to go with to a party next week end. My guess is they'll say the more the merrier. But if we can't work it out for this week end, we will for another. Fair enough?"
"You're a doll," Delores said sincerely.
"And now, I'd best be rolling along," Barbara said, glancing at her watch. "We're going out to dinner tonight and I'd better not be late. Come on, I'll drop you off at home on the way."
They left, and Barbara drove Delores to her apartment, then rushed home to call Jeannie to discuss the possibility of Delores and a friend coming with them that week end. She doctored the conversation somewhat, leaving out the episode that had really taken place because Fred was listening, but Barbara was certain Jeannie knew how Barbara had learned about Delores' unique sex organ.
"You bitch, you made it with her," Jeannie said with a chuckle on the other end of the line. "I'm envious. Can we set up a hen party for fun and games?"
"Sure," said Barbara. "Talk to you about that tomorrow. I have to go now. The lord and master is taking me out for dinner."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, honey," Jeannie answered and hung up. Fred, who had sat listening to the call, was fascinated by the possibility of Delores going to the big swinging party that week end. When Barbara had finished talking with Jeannie and hung up, he asked, "What did she say?"
"She said it could probably be arranged," Barbara answered, "but she wants to have me set up a meeting with Delores and her before giving Delores the final okay. Jeannie wants to be certain Delores won't be a bomb."
"My, how sophisticated we have become," Fred teased her, chuckling at Barbara's phraseology after her years of sexual naivet'. "And is that all you teachers do on breaks is to sit around and discuss each other's pussies? How in hell did the subject of her oversized clitoris come up?"
"Purely by accident," Barbara replied, tactfully evading a truthful explanation. "And like you men in your locker rooms, discussing the size of your respective penises, we talk about sex, and Delores happened to start talking about her sex problem, and then, well-hell, she showed it to me."
"And it's shaped like a man's cock?"
"Yes. It's about three inches long and about as big around as a finger. She has a vagina, but she said she can only handle a man with a small penis because her vagina isn't as big as most women's."
"Man, I'd like to see that!" Fred said enthusiastically. "I hope she does come to the party."
"We'll see what Jeannie has to say after she talks to her," Barbara replied. "And now, how about that steak dinner?" Fred grinned and rose to leave, but their dinner conversation was but a continuation of their talk about Delores and her unique appendage.
The meeting between Jeannie and Delores took place the following afternoon after school. They joined Barbara for a drink at the same lounge. The two knew each other casually, but had never been together socially.
"Tell me, honestly," asked Jeannie over the first round of drinks. "You are AC-DC, and you do have an oversized clitoris?"
"Yes," answered Delores with a faint flush.
"Hell, don't be embarrassed, honey. You're among friends, and I have a habit of calling a spade a spade," Jeannie said with an engaging smile, and Delores felt more relaxed. "I'm only sorry I didn't know about you sooner," Jeannie added. "We could have had a lot of fun together. And I have a feeling you two have already," she quipped as her eyes drifted from one to the other while she wore a wry smile on her face.
"However, to get back to the subject," she continued, "let me fill you in on what kind of swinging party we have lined up for this week end." She gave Delores the whole story about the group sex scene, the number of couples who would be there and so forth, what activities they would be engaging in, and the accepted "house rules" as well as the taboos.
"Still want to come along?" Jeannie queried when she had finished.
"Yes, I do," Delores answered, "but I still don't know for certain that I can arrange a date yet-with someone physically suited to me, that is."
"No problem. Single gals are always welcome," Jeannie assured her. "There will be a lot of AC-DC gals there like us, and with any luck you'll find a guy there you can handle. Everybody isn't a well-hung stud. And, if you don't find a guy, there's always Jeannie," she added with a meaningful laugh.
Barbara knew that Jeannie found the voluptuous beauty appealing, and she had little doubt that it would not be long before the big brunette was in Jeannie's bed. But she felt no jealousy at the thought, only a warm glow of camaraderie.
As a matter-of-fact, after Barbara left, Jeannie did ask Delores to join her for dinner, and the balance of that night was a symphony of passion for the two hot-blooded teachers as they writhed together for hours in Jeannie's cottage.
Jeannie couldn't wait to have Barbara join in on her newly-found ecstasy, after confirming that Barbara and Delores were already well-acquainted sexually, and the next day she arranged a hen-party dinner at her home for Barbara, Delores, herself, and a "young friend" of Delores, in Jeannie's words.
Barbara wondered if the "young friend" would turn out to be the shy redhead she had encountered in the teachers' lounge. That night, she found it was.
Her name was Sue Browning, a senior in high school. The diminutive redhead was sixteen, but looked younger in her angelic appearance. However, the evening was to prove that Sue was hardly as angelic as her demure mannerisms indicated. It was apparent during the conversation at dinner that Sue was also strictly lesbian and had no interest whatsoever in males.
All but Sue drank freely during the fine meal that Jeannie had prepared, and they were in the mood for fun and games when they relaxed in the living room later. "Why don't we all get comfortable?" Jeannie suggested. "Hell, we all know we're here for some real fun. Let's peel our clothes off and enjoy ourselves."
No one needed any encouragement, and they started to strip. Barbara's eyes were on Sue as the latter undressed. The little redhead had small, creamy-white, pear-shaped breasts crested with rosy nipples that thrust out jauntily from her slim chest. Her body was trim and firm, lithe and appealing, and the junction of her thighs was covered with a down-like peach fuzz of fine red hair.
Barbara felt an overwhelming urge to kiss the delicate triangle, to nuzzle her tongue into the delicate crease below Sue's fuzzy mound, and when the teen-ager was nude, Barbara moved alongside her on the large sofa. "You're lovely," she said softly, holding her arms out to the younger girl.
Sue, her lips curling into a winsome smile, her eyes glowing with desire, melted into Barbara's arms and their lips crushed together. Sue's tongue slithered from her mouth into Barbara's, kissing the blonde teacher with a sexual fervor that belied her years. Barbara was turned on immediately by the ardency of Sue's passionate kiss and the feel of her lithe, young body.
Barbara felt the young girl's slim hand move between her legs to her golden-haired crotch, and she responded quickly as she felt Sue's finger tenderly rub her clitoris to erection and then slide into her moist quim. She brought her own hand to Sue's groin, and the teen-ager's legs slid apart as Barbara lightly fingered the soft pubic mound and moved between the thin lips of her pussy to slide into the tight, corrugated passage beyond.
Sue's slim hips humped in response, and her tongue swirled furiously in Barbara's mouth as her passion grew. She was like a fiery young animal in heat, her young body writhing unrestrainedly, lustily, evidencing a sexual fury not to be denied. She was-a teen-ager with the body of a demanding woman.
Then, as though by signal, the two drew back and turned, each head lowering to the other's groin, their thighs spreading widely in mutual want. Barbara breathed deeply of the delicate musk at Sue's crotch and buried her mouth in the pink, wet slit at the mound of fine hair between Sue's slim white columns, her tongue lunging out anxiously to lick lustily at the crease of warm, moist flesh as the teen-ager humped spastically against her.
Sue's mouth was like a suction pump at Barbara's golden mound. Her tongue swept feverishly over the entrance to Barbara's aromatic passage, licking at its rosy, moist portals with unbridled desire, then pushing inward to probe with deep, rasping plunges into Barbara's hot, wet channel. Her hands massaged the firm, round balls of Barbara's ass with tightly clutching strokes, as though trying to pull all of the luscious blonde into her suctioning mouth.
Barbara's hands clutched with equal vigor at the tight, rolling buttocks of the slim teen-ager as she tongued her passage with a fury that knew no bounds. Their want to possess each other was so strong that in moments they were writhing, wildly humping bodies of unrestrained passion as they clutched and sucked at each other furiously.
Spasms wracked their heaving torsos as they came of again and again in the fiery throes of their coupling, their faces buried in each other's hot, slick pussies, their buttocks bounding, bouncing and gyrating wildly as their groins humped spastically against each other's mouths, their tongues lapping and sucking at each other's wet, pulsating honey-boxes, their bodies shaking violently in the orgasmic tremors that swept over them in waves or ecstasy again and again.
Nearby, on the deep carpeting, Jeannie and Delores also humped wildly together, their heads buried between each other's legs, their mouths devouring each other's wet, hot, pulsating pussies. The room was alive with the suctioning sounds of the passion each of the four felt, accentuated by the deep, gasping breaths and muffled sighs as they licked furiously at the passageways of raw, wet, pungent flesh at their mouths.
Sue and Barbara rolled off the sofa when Delores and Jeannie parted, and wordlessly the four formed a chain of writhing, heated bodies filled with the need to taste of each other's warm, moist aromatic passages of love.
Jeannie's mouth moved to the junction of Sue's slender thighs, grasping the small, taut cheeks of Sue's buttocks tightly as she plunged her tongue into the musky, moist slit before her.... Barbara's mouth clamped itself against Jeannie's heaving pussy, breathing deeply of the familiar scent of her buttery passageway and plunging her tongue between the silken walls of hot, wet flesh with lusty eagerness.
Barbara felt the hot, rasping tongue of Delores part her labia and push forward into her hot, ridged canal, and her hips humped spastically from the fiery thrills that Delores' tongue shot through her groin.... Sue sucked on the extended clitoris between Delores' legs, sending flames of ecstasy through the convulsively shuddering body of the big brunette. Her mouth held the silken finger of flesh tightly, her tongue swirling around its hardened length with a fury that turned Delores' body into a quivering mass of jelly.
Many minutes and multiple-orgasms later, they turned and moved to the groin of another, then switched again, until each girl had lustily sucked-and been sucked by-each of the other three, in a mouth-watering smorgasbord of femininity.
And when they were nearly satiated, Delores provided each with a sexual treat with her finger-like clitoris. She mounted each in turn, their buttocks raised off the floor, their legs resting against her glorious mammaries, and fucked each furiously to orgasm with her swollen appendage.
When they finally parted that night, each was an aching body of complete satisfaction and contentment from the glorious couplings of the evening... they were satiated... exhausted... and ecstatically happy.
No more passionate a prelude could they have had to the swinging party that awaited them that coming weekend.
THIRTEEN
Jeannie showed up at Fred and Barbara's house on Friday night with Delores to discuss the plans for driving up to the swinging party the following morning.
After Delores had been introduced to Fred, she offered the use of her station wagon for the trip. "It will give us plenty of room to ride in comfort, and take all our suitcases with ease," she said.
"Not that we'll need a hell of a lot of clothes," Fred quipped smilingly, then added, "And just who all are going?"
"The four of us," answered Jeannie, "and we can stop and pick up Monty on the way. He lives about forty miles from here."
"Barney isn't going?" Fred asked.
"Not this time-but he will soon," Jeannie answered. "Just as soon as I get his English a bit more refined."
"I think he should go," Fred countered. "After all, he's probably got a bigger cock on him than anyone who'll be at the party, and thaf s what the gals will be interested in. Who gives a damn if he's no mental giant? They'll be interested in fucking him, not getting into a semantical discourse with him on some boring subject. And the guy is a real lovable character."
"Why not bring him?" Barbara added. "He'll be the life of the party."
"But I've already made plans with Monty," Jeannie protested. "How could I explain my bringing Barney along too? We're supposed to be paired off. A few extra single females are acceptable, but they don't expect a gal to have her own harem along."
"I have an idea," said Delores. "Why don't you have this
Barney go along as my date-just for appearances, of course," she added hastily.
Her answer made sense to all but Fred, who was still unaware of the real meaning of her added comment. He did not know all the details about Delores' unusual genitals, except for what Barbara had told him the night before. "Why just for appearances?" he asked naively.
The girls laughed, and Delores blushed. "Because she couldn't take Barney," Barbara explained. "She has a-well, an undersized vagina."
"And something else," Jeannie injected with a knowing chuckle, "a clitoris that can turn a woman on like a man!" She was unaware that Barbara had already explained this to Fred.
"And, man, that I'd like to see!" Fred exclaimed eagerly. His interest peaked at the possibility that he might see, firsthand, the unique appendage.
It took a lot of encouragement, but the girls finally persuaded Delores to show Fred her penis-like clitoris. She hoisted her dress to her waist and pulled her panties down as Fred moved closer to view the pink finger of flesh atop her hair-shrouded slot. He fingered the rounded nub and it stiffened and swelled.
"Jeez!" he exclaimed in awe, "it comes up like a little cock!" He moved his head closer to inspect the rosy-hued stem of raw flesh. Then, fascinated, and oblivious to the other two girls watching, he stuck his tongue out and licked at the standing nub.
Delores hunched her pelvis instinctively at the thrill of his touch, and Fred reacted by taking the whole, stiffened clitoris into his mouth, sucking on its rigid length enthusiastically. Delores arched her groin against his face, pressing her dark, pubic hair against his nose, and began to hump spastically against him as she plunged her finger-like appendage into the wet warmth of Fred's mouth.
Her thighs were spread widely, her dress held high, her thighs twitching, her eyes closed in the passion she felt at this ardent oral ministration as she fucked his mouth lustily. Fred's tongue swirled around the rigid stem as it pumped back and forth between his lips, and he brought a finger to the taut passageway below her clitoris finding it tight, moist and hot. He shoved his ringer into her ridged runnel and her hips lunged even more spastically against him as his finger probed into the tight hole.
Fred licked and sucked vigorously at her stiff pole, as his finger rammed in and out of her grasping quim with quick, solid strokes. "Ohh! OOHHhh! OOHHhhh!" Delores moaned in quick gasps of passion as her hips lunged faster and faster against his busy mouth and finger.
Alongside, Jeannie moved her hand under Barbara's dress, under the band of elastic of her panties, and clasped the wet crease between her legs, sliding her middle finger into Barbara's heated pussy. Wordlessly, Barbara reciprocated, moving her hand to Jeannie's wet crotch. The two masturbated each other in silence, except for the sighs of pleasure that escaped their lips, their eyes glued to the sensual scene before them, their hips thrusting against each other's impaled fingers.
Delores cried aloud with shuddering moans as her passion grew, her hips humping violently against Fred's face, fucking his sucking mouth with a growing frenzy while his finger continued its stabbings into her hot, slick canal. "OOHH! OOHHHhhhh! AAARRRRRrrr!" she cried as his tongue swirled and darted around her throbbing, pistoning clitoris, sucking on the slippery rod, devouring the pink, cock-like shaft with his clasping wet lips and mouth.
Then, her thighs twitching violently, the fires raging in her loins, Delores rammed her groin fiercely against Fred's face, screaming aloud as she came off in a burst of convulsive spasms. "AAAAHHHHhhhhooooHHHHHHHH!" she screeched as the orgasmic tremors erupted, her body twitching spastically against Fred's mouth, his whirling tongue and imbedded finger.
Fred's lips clamped down hard on the pole of quivering flesh in his mouth, sucking tightly on the pulsating shaft as the big brunette's spasms gradually ebbed, then drew its entire length from his mouth in a tantalizingly slow, suctioning movement that had Delores shaking uncontrollably against him.
When Delores' orgasmic tremors had fully subsided, she pulled back slowly, her eyes falling to the cock Fred was pulling from his pants. His prick was fully erect and throbbing with want. "Suck me!" he urged her huskily, and Delores fell to her knees before him.
Her black hair formed a halo of ebony highlights around his groin as she took his rigid cock into her mouth and began to suck lustily on the smooth, silken shaft, churning her tongue wildly around his hard core of flesh as it rammed deep into her mouth.
As horny as he had gotten in his ardent oral latherings of Delores' hot stick, Fred began humping spastically against her busy mouth as she sucked his thick length of stiff meat with vigor. His hands clenched and unclenched convulsively in her dark tresses in the heat of his passion, and moans poured from his mouth as he shook in lustful tremors from the thrills she wrought with her tongue on his hot, bulging, blood-filled penis.
In minutes, uncontrollable spasms wracked his body and the fire between his legs erupted in a geyser of thick, creamy fluid as his semen spurted wildly into her mouth. "AAA-AAHHHHHHeeeeeeiiiiioooOOOOHHHH!" he shrieked as his come shot from him to gush into her hot, clutching warmth. It filled her cheeks and bubbled out from between her lips while more of the salty cream was gobbled up by her throat as she sought to swallow the rapidly spurting solution.
"OOHHhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned in a long, low, shuddering sigh as the spasms slackened and his throbbing organ softened in the quiet aftermath of his furious orgasm. When his softening cock slid from between Delores' wet, sticky lips, he fell flat on the floor, expelling another deep sigh of sexual contentment in the abating of his lustful, fiery orgasmic tremors. Only then did he notice the tableau of womanly passion taking place alongside him.
Barbara and Jeannie were stretched out on the floor, nude from their waists down, their heads at each other's crotches, their bodies writhing and gyrating in paroxysms of pleasure, their buttocks tightening and thrusting spastically as they humped against each other's busy tongues.
Barbara's long, golden tresses were spread in a cascade of dancing highlights as her head bobbed up and down at Jeannie's fluff-shrouded mass of moist flesh, and Jeannie's tongue lapped and licked eagerly at Barbara's pink, wet orifice.
Fred watched, fascinated, as their bodies plunged up and down in the wild, erotic rhythm of love, their tongues imbedded in each other's warm, musky wetness. The fury of their humping grew, then their buttocks tightened and slammed their pussies tightly against each other's mouths as they came off in an uncontrollable burst of convulsive spasms.
The taut balls of their asses quivered wildly as the tremors swept over them in a wave of orgasmic ecstasy, then their paroxysms gradually eased and they slowly drew apart with a final swath of their tongues over each other's wet, shining pink slits, their pubic hairs moist with the fluids of their oral coupling.
"That's what I call formalizing the meeting," Jeannie quipped with a chuckle as she drew her bikini panties up over her shapely columns to settle them snugly over her lush hips and creased mound.
"I sure don't feel like a stranger after that introduction," Delores said with a laugh. "Fred and I are old friends now," she added with a warm smile to him. "You made me come off till I thought I'd never stop," she told him.
"I'm still trembling," he replied, though he knew that the thrills Delores had wrought with her tongue had been heightened in his aftermath by the sight of his wife and Jeannie tonguing each other so ardently in their sixty-nine coupling.
"Time for a drink," said Barbara, rising and drawing her brief panties over her long, smooth, milky-white columns and the taut balls of her pert buttocks. She walked to the bar as Fred and Delores also readjusted their clothing arid dropped onto the sofa to relax.
"So what about Barney?" Fred asked Jeannie, as though the conversation had never been interrupted.
"Oh, hell, I know I can work something out," she conceded. "I'll call Monty and tell him how many of us are going, and I can talk Barney into being a date for Delores in such a way that he won't be jealous about the arrangements. No offense, Delores, you know what I mean," she added.
"I understand," Delores answered. "But, please, make the point clear to Barney that I won't be able to take him on if he's so big. You know how to handle it."
"Both the situation and his cock," Jeannie quipped with a grin. "I'll call Barney now and tell him that Christmas arrived early for him this year, that he's going to be attending a sexual smorgasbord. He'll go berserk with joy." She went into the bedroom to call while Barbara served a round of drinks.
"Just as I said," Jeannie announced with a grin when she returned. "Barney is beside himself with anticipation. He asked, "I can fuck all the women?"-as she mocked his voice to perfection, bringing on a wave of laughter-"and when I said yes, he babbled as happily as a kid who's just been promised all the toys in Macy's."
"You explained about me?" Delores asked.
"Yes, and no problem. He'll have so many women to handle at the party that he won't mind yielding to someone else here and there. The only thing he didn't like was the idea that I would be going with Monty, but when I explained that we were just going to party together and that he would be coming home with me when we dropped Monty off on the way back, he was satisfied."
"You're a born diplomat," Fred commented. "So what time do we leave in the morning?"
"Supposing I pick you all up between nine and ten, how would that work out?" Delores asked.
With relatively little additional conversation, the plans were set. They left the next morning-Barbara, Fred, Jeannie, Barney and Delores-and drove the forty or so miles to pick up Monty. He was a tall, well-built man in his late thirties, with dark, wavy, slightly graying hair, a deep, sexy, baritone voice and a warm sense of humor.
He reflected a debonair and sophisticated attitude, blended with an engaging smile and radiant personality, that made him an instant and welcome member of the small group. Seated comfortably in the nine-passenger station wagon, with ample room for their luggage, they headed for the site of the party some fifty miles further on.
Their host's home was a rambling, two-story, ranch-style house in Spanish decor, situated in a remote but lovely rural setting. Nothing but swaying fields of grass and trees dotted the landscape nearly as far as they could see. Seven or eight cars were parked around the large, circular, hedge-lined drive that led to the flower-shrouded portico. A row of weeping willows hid the balance of the luxurious compound from their view.
"Wait until you see the swimming pool, cabana and club-rooms out back," Monty told them as they awaited an answer to their ringing of the door chimes. "They're fabulous."
The door swung open and they were greeted by a tall, slender, blonde woman dressed in a long, black hostess gown. She possessed a startling beauty and youthful appearance that belied her actual forty-odd years. Her wide mouth curled into a lovely, warm and engaging smile of welcome as she said, "Hi, everyone! Monty, Jeannie, it's good to see you again. Come on in, please."
Monty introduced the others, identifying the attractive blonde as their hostess, Angela Dowling. A moment later, her husband joined them. Bill Dowling was a big man, about six feet two, with ruddy, strong features and a slightly receding hairline, but very handsome and possessed of an extremely infectious chuckle in his voice. He was clad in brief swimming trunks, revealing his hairy, muscular body-on which there seemed to be not an ounce of excess poundage.
"Out to the cabana, friends," he said jovially, following the introductions. "You arrived just at the midday cocktail hour. We'll have your bags brought to your rooms. Come on out and get acquainted."
Jeannie stayed with Angela Dowling to identify the luggage distribution for a summoned servant, and the rest headed through the palatial home to emerge at the rear. A huge, kidney-shaped swimming pool greeted them, empty of people now, its blue waters dancing with the highlights of the bright sunlight. Beyond the pool area was a low-slung, one-story building with Spanish-tiled roof.
"The gang's in here," their host announced as they entered the beautifully designed stucco building. There were ten people lounging around the room in varying stages of dress, sipping on drinks amid a hubbub of lighthearted conversation. Some were at the long Ranch Oak bar atop stools with cowhide covers, while others sprawled comfortably on rough-hewn Ranch Oak furniture with matching black, brown and white cowhide upholstery.
"Attention, gang," their "host called out, and the chatter eased to silence as he announced, "Everyone is here now, so let me introduce you." He named each of the new arrivals, then called off the names of each of the others around the room in turn. "You won't remember all the names right now, of course," he added, "but I'm sure you won't have any trouble getting acquainted." A ripple of laughter filled the room.
"And now," he continued, "with everyone here, it's time for us to divest ourselves of these needless garments and the Dowling nudist camp" (another ripple of laughter greeting his words) "is ready to start its fun-filled week end. Let's peel them off, folks, and meet up at the clubroom, where we have some snacks set up. Monty, why don't you show our new .friends where to leave their clothes?"
Monty led the others to the rear of the cabana, where a row of large lockers lined two walls. In minutes, the room was a scene of mass disrobing as the guests stripped completely. They represented a galaxy of nakedness of every kind and description, tall and short men, small penises and large penises; short, tall and average women with pubic beavers of red, blonde, black, and even two whose groins were shaved completely. There were pear-shaped breasts and large, melon-like mammaries; small, pert nipples and breasts swollen to broad, full, mouth-watering nipples in dollar-sized fields of brown, pink-and hues between. Fred's eyes were drawn magnetically to the body of a chocolate-colored girl whose lithe muscles rippled enticingly with her every movement, and whose Negroid features were the loveliest he had ever seen. She was ravishingly lovely. He learned later she was one of the top singers in the nation, one whose records he had listened to many times.
Nude, they trouped off to the adjacent room where a superb meal awaited them. When they had finished coffee, the tables were cleared by two maids, completely oblivious to the nudity around them, and their host ran a full-length Hollywood underground film in sixteen-millimeter, complete with sound.
The sex scenes-which comprised 90 percent of the film-were done so well, and the photography so excellent, that the production accomplished its purpose, so that by the time it had concluded, everyone in the group was in the mood for fun and games-and more than a few had started their own activities during the showing of the movie.
"Dance time," our host proclaimed, and led us to a large room which angled back toward the main house, and was obviously the room that had so enchanted Monty. An obvious addition to the main section of the house, it looked like something one might find in a Turkish harem. It was the size of a small ballroom, carpeted throughout in a deep, plush, blue pile, with sofas and large pillows circling the room. Indirect blue lighting provided ample light to see by, and hidden speakers poured forth soft ballads from all sides.
The dance, a variation of a circle dance in which a bell rang to signal dancers to change partners, got underway. The dancing, in the semi-heated state of the participants, was more of a group-feel session-but the dancers got acquainted fast. They rubbed against each other, fondling each other's genitals as they danced, kissing with questing tongues with each change of partners.
There wasn't a soft cock in the male group by the time the dance ended-as couple after couple left for other rooms to relieve their rising passions, or, in a few cases, to drop to the deep-piled carpeting right there to join in unrestrained oral and genital couplings.
Fred stopped dancing when a slender, long-haired beauty promptly dropped to her knees before him and began to fellate him lustily.... He responded quickly, his stiff cock already throbbing, and grew so aroused in moments that he patted her on the shoulder and signaled for her to spread out on the floor. "No, I want to do you all the way," she mumbled, only half-removing her mouth from his swollen shaft as she spoke; then quickly resumed her wild tonguings, her hand clasping his balls gently.... Fred clutched her long hair, pulling her closer, pushing his rod deeper into her mouth, his legs shaking like jelly as the thrills swept through his body, his thigh muscles taut and quivering, his hips humping spastically as he fucked her in the mouth with savage, stabbing, anxious thrusts....
Across the room, Barbara knelt before the handsome host. Bill Dowling, and leaned forward to take his swollen, rigid prick between her lips and slide it deeply into her mouth.
She clasped its stiff, throbbing base in her hand and swirled her tongue around its ball-like head, feeling it surge forward anxiously at the thrill Bill felt in the wet warmth of her mouth on its silken tautness....
She knew, somehow, that Fred's eyes were on her as she pumped and sucked lustily on Bill's heated cock until it spit its load of hot, saline cream into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out from the quantity of come that gushed into her, overflowing her mouth and seeping from its corners as she swallowed the spurts of gism she could get down quickly.... Bill's groin jerked spastically, his buttocks thrusting wildly, as he came off, loud moans of passion pouring from his lips....
Barbara milked his cock dry with tightly clutching lips and popped the flaccid stem from her mouth, then rose from between his quivering legs to move to the outstretched arms of a short, redheaded man sitting alongside Bill on the sofa, anxiously awaiting her.... He slid his arms between her legs, spreading them as she stood before him straddle-legged, lowering his mouth to the golden junction of her thighs to tongue her velvety, moist flesh with a fervor that boiled the blood in her groin.... She fell lengthwise on the sofa as Bill moved away, the redheaded man's face buried in her pussy, eating her aromatic box with unleashed fury as her hips and buttocks humped convulsively in tempo with his oral bathings....
Her eyes swept over the rest of the room, the scene heightening the thrills wrought by the busy tongue at her hot slit as she watched her husband pound his stiffened rod into the mouth of the lovely brunette crouched before him on her knees... and the voluptuous Delores, her firm breasts like tanned softballs with crests of deep brown, swollen aureoles and broad, stiff pink nipples, leaning against one wall, her eyes closed, her legs spread wide, her body writhing in passion as the swarthy, hairy man before her sucked lustily on her swollen clitoris, the erect rod standing between his own legs mute testimony to the pleasure he was deriving from the rare treat his lips were devouring.. . . And the boxom blonde with broad, creamy buttocks, kneeling, facing away from Barney, her ass held high, as he lunged his huge cock savagely into her, each thrust accompanied by a loud wail of joy from the blonde's open mouth.... Everywhere were humping, writhing, twisting, convulsing, moaning bodies in a symphony, a kaleidoscope of unbridled sensual pleasure.
In the ensuing thirty-six hours, Barbara proved her sexual homework had been done well, that her inhibitions were a thing of the past.... She fucked every man at the party, some several times, including a black whose hard, ebony body and large, purple-hued, nine-inch cock made her come like a fountain, and who later made her aware of the real sensations of anal intercourse as he plunged his cold-cream-lubricated cock into her tight rear passage and fucked her with a fury matched only by Barney, whose huge shaft stuffed her stretched cunt beyond belief before his heated load gushed spastically into her heaving depths.... She sucked every cock, tasted every pussy, and squirmed in ecstasy in threesomes, foursomes, and a group daisy chain that went on for nearly two hours.... Every orifice in her body was used over and over again in endless couplings of sexual ecstasy during that glorious week end.
Fred matched her ardent participation in the sexual marathon... with Karen, she of the big, round and lovely boobs, flaming red hair and magnificent buttocks, bent over in the warm water of the pool as he rammed his cock into her with fierce, savage strokes, his semen exploding from him with indescribable pleasure into her slick, ridged, tightly-clutching cunt... with Angela, their hostess, who crouched on a sofa as he stood on the floor before her, slamming it into her gyrating pelvis as she shrieked aloud, a pistoning body of acrobatic-like thrusts as she humped violently against him... Bernice, who possessed a vacuum-like vagina with which she could milk a cock in unbelievable fashion...
Pat was an obese but natural blonde with a passion for anal intercourse, and Fred fucked her rectal passage three times in frenzied fashion, each time seemingly better than before.... Jeannie knelt astride him, her piston-like hips going at full speed in a wild coupling that brought him to the pinnacle of passion.... Tandy, the chocolate-hued singer with a truly magnificent labia formation and an exceptionally tasty muskiness, responded to his tongue with eighteen consecutive orgasms as he sucked her black-shrouded, purplish-pink, cuntal flesh with an enthusiasm he had never before known.... And Delores, with her extremely tight tunnel of love, who, after coming off again and again, blew him to an unforgettable orgasm, her tongue flickering over his aching cock with rasping strokes of sheer ecstasy....
Lana, a lissome, slight brunette, had a sexual suppleness that belied the slimness of her body, and her mattress gymnastics seemed to make the Kama Sutra come alive in the wide variety of positions they enjoyed together.... She turned out to be the wife of the biggest guy at the party, a bruiser of about six feet four and weighing around 230 pounds.... And finally there was Carol, one of the Sunday arrivals at the party, an auburn-haired socialite whose haughty dignity went out the window as she lay in the throes of passion, crying out, "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Rip me, tear me, make me come, come, come! Fuck me! Fuck me!" It was an oral rhythm that matched her wild, pelvic humping and she climbed to orgasm after orgasm.... She was the epitome of grace, poise and dignity at the farewell cocktail party that brought the affair to a close on Sunday evening.
It was a week end to be long remembered.
When they returned home, the last except Jeannie and Barney to be dropped off, Barbara and Fred headed in silent understanding for their bedroom. Anxiously, they peeled off their clothes and fell together eagerly on their bed.
Fred's cock rose to full erection almost instantly in the heat of their ardent, almost desperate embrace, and Barbara's body writhed in anxious want. Their tongues squirmed passionately in each other's mouths as Barbara spread her legs and pulled impatiently at Fred to mount her. Never in the history of their marriage had they known such an urgent want for each other as Fred rolled his body between her outspread legs and rammed his taut, throbbing, roll of hardened flesh into her hot, wet, clutching passage.
"OOOHHHHHhhhhhhh!" Barbara moaned through gritted teeth in the ecstasy of his savage invasion. "Oh, darling, I want you like I've never wanted you before. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! FUCK MEEeeeeeeee!" she shrieked as his hips pistoned savagely against the wide-spread junction of her thighs.
The muscles of his rear cheeks tightened and lunged forward furiously to plunge his cock slamming to the hilt in her rolling depths, the blood-filled veins of the rigid shaft pulsating wildly as it thrust into her slippery, corrugated, hot tunnel. His prick was slick and shining at its base with her white cuntal fluids, and loud, slurping, suctioning sounds filled the air, accented by the grunts and groans that poured from their lips, as he fucked her with an urgency of indescribable passion.
Barbara's buttocks rose off the bed, her pelvis spreading to open her pussy to its widest to his thrusts as her legs arched around his humping back, her heels beating a tattoo of unrestrained lust against him. "AAARRRRRrrrroooohh! AAAAARRRRRRRR!" she cried aloud with each savage plunge of his cock, "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, ram me hard, HARD!" she shrieked. "Fuck me like I've never been fucked before! Make me come like crazy! Ram that big cock into me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned over and over.
She shook her head to and fro, her perspiration-soaked tresses flying, her face a taut mask of sexual ecstasy, spittle dripping from the corners of her mouth as she shrieked her lustful moans aloud, the convulsive spasms of passion wracking her heaving body.
Fred's thighs tightened into muscles of steel as he increased his savage tempo to a furious burst of speed, his cock barreling into Barbara's cunt to its deepest inner depths as the ticklings of orgasm began. His breath came in deep, sucking gasps and beads of perspiration dropped from his wet body onto Barbara's rolling stomach as his pelvis pistoned against her in the rising wave of his orgasm.
Then, slamming against her open crotch with a vicious lunge, his body trembling uncontrollably, his semen spurted from him in spastic jerks into Barbara's clutching, pulsating, gyrating, heated depths.
"AAAAHHHHEEEEEEeeeeeee!" she screamed in ecstasy as she came off with him, the tremors firing through her groin as the hot liquid poured into her. She clamped her trembling legs tightly against his convulsing body, her eyes tightly closed, her hands clenching and unclenching spastically against the taut muscles of his shoulders as the orgasmic tremors swept over her in wave after glorious wave.
"Oh, Fred! Fred! Fred!" she gasped in quivering sighs. "Oh, darling, hold me, hold me tight! I'm still coming! I'm still coming!"
Fred, his cock still gushing his hot come into her wildly rolling depths, his groin arched tightly against her wet, pulsating pussy, tongued her ear amid his gasps of breath, his body a fiery mass of spasms in his furious orgasm.
The fluids of their union flowed freely at the junction of their locked, spasming genitals, and before the pinnacle of their lust had passed, their hips again began to hump against each other with almost uninterrupted fervor and need.
Twice more Fred drove Barbara to the heights of ecstasy as he fucked her with a fury that .knew no bounds, until she came off in a shrieking, wildly shuddering series of orgasmic spasms. Then he slowly withdrew his stiffened, glistening shaft, shining with her cuntal fluids, and pushed it into the tight, sphinctered, elastic ring of her anus, ramming it inward to the hilt, and fucked her furiously again until his balls ached with need of release and the hot semen gushed spastically from him deep into her rectal passage as her body erupted violently with her own paroxysms of orgasm.
Their bodies convulsed together in indescribable ecstasy as the waves of orgasmic tremors slowly subsided, their wet, slick bodies shining with the perspiration that poured from them, the junction of their pelvic coupling dripping with the fluids of their heated organs as they clutched at each other eagerly in the spasming throes of their climax.
"Oh, darling!" she moaned. "I never had anything so wonderful in all my life! Oh, darling, I love you, I love you so!"
"Oh, Barb," Fred gasped sobbingly. "I love you so very much. I never knew that anything could be so good. Oh, baby, you are more woman than anyone I've ever known!"
Those words were what Barbara had long awaited. She knew now that she had achieved her goal, that she was now everything Fred had always wanted her to be. She had cast off all her inhibitions to emerge free-a real woman, with a deep want for all of the sexual thrills she had so long avoided.
She was thankful for the swinging that had made it possible, grateful for all that had happened to her to make her the woman she was now. She knew that they would swing again and again and again, and that she would be all woman in each of their swinging parties, a woman who could enjoy life to the fullest.
And she knew that after each, she would have Fred to return to-and that they would know again and again the glorious ecstasy they had finally achieved together.
