June Horvath stood naked and barefoot-eager in the bathroom lustfully watching the steaming water fill the spotless, white tub. Finally, as though hypnotized, she tested the water's surface with the tip of her toe, turned off the faucet and gently eased herself into the heat of the water until every pore of her firm, smooth skin felt the relief she so desperately needed.
She sighed and began soaping the rough-textured washcloth. Even before she began massaging her eager breasts with the cloth, her dark nipples stood erect and tingling. She slowly rotated the washcloth, savoring the preliminary arousal that would lead to the tantalizing stroking of her contracting vagina. After several minutes, she shuddered, draped one leg over the wall of gleaming porcelain and applied the washcloth to her pleading pussy, ever so gently. She had been indulging herself in this ritual ever since she had been a teenager. A hot tub had become her way of dealing with sexual frustration. In a way, it had become her secret lover.
What it was, of course, was masturbation. And she loved it.
As she worked the washcloth lightly against the lips of her vagina, she thrust in an easy rhythm and emitted little groans of pleasure. She loved everything about a hot tub. She adored the incredibly slick feel of the porcelain against the cheeks of her buttocks. Even the sound of the water splashing as she moved was ecstatic music to her ears. Because it was a ritual; because it was her secret place. Making love with her husband, Norm, was good, too, but she doubted if she would ever give up these private sessions of self-love, of mind-blowing orgasms in delicious solitude.
Now she moved to phase three of her ritual. Keeping one corner of the washcloth in her right hand above, she reached beneath her buttocks, took another corner and then worked the washcloth in that position so that there was a bit more pressure all along her spasming vagina. Steadily, she worked the cloth back and forth, back and forth, like a shoeshine cloth. It was against her rectum now, it grazed the more sensitive inner-folds of her vagina, it pressed harder against her expanded clitoris.
Just before she came, she stopped. Gasping, she bucked forward involuntarily, rising a little from the water. It had been very close. She had almost reached a climax and she did not want to reach a climax. Not yet. She took a long breath and lay back, still now. She thought of the men in white shorts she had seen in the market just half an hour ago. The big supermarket where she always shopped was located very near some tennis courts and, often, there were men and women in white togs and tennies shopping there. Today, especially, the sight of the virile young men, their strong and hairy legs exposed, had turned her on. She wondered why. At 26, there was no logical reason for her to be horny. Her husband satisfied her frequently and adequately. But she had felt desire in the pit of her stomach there in the store this afternoon as she had feasted her eyes on the beckoning crotch bulges of the young men in their shorts.
June's cunt beneath the water was requesting more stimulation. It wanted to come. For an instant, she nearly began re-applying the washcloth, but instead she held off. Maybe she would masturbate to orgasm this afternoon and maybe she wouldn't. She hadn't decided yet. Sometimes she merely teased herself and did not come, saving herself instead for her husband later that night when he came from work. She was always a better lover when she did not come in the afternoons. Oh, she was OK enough, but it was a much better all-out session when she just teased herself and saved her orgasm for later with Norman.
For instance, she was more inclined to suck his prick if she had not come in this solitary way earlier in the day. That kind of thing. When she didn't "get off' earlier she liked to lick his balls and nurse on his thick hard-on lingeringly, but if she fingered or washclothed herself "off" the loving was more mechanical and usually amounted to basic fucking only.
June still hadn't made up her mind about coming on this August afternoon. She elected to fantasize and lightly stimulate her asshole with the washcloth until she decided for sure. Ummm, the feel of the cloth there was beeuuu-tee-fvll. No danger of coming, but erotic and lovely, and it was like a nice backrub that let you go on thinking about whatever you wanted while the stimulation went on.
Her right hand moved slowly down low there and her legs were spread wide, just the way she liked to see them. It was heavenly obscene to lie in this position with her legs wide apart and her holes available to the washcloth or to her imaginary lovers to lap, and lick, or fuck, or do whatever they wanted there. She liked to think of narrow-hipped and firm-assed males, their flesh-poles bursting-hard and dribbling with lust-crazed desire, sticking themselves in between her spread legs and right into the eager ooze of her juicy cunt and ass hole-often at the same-and frequently there was another husky-voiced male in her fantasy who, at the same time, straddled her chest, fucking between her tits and then fucking between her lips. Yes, a hot tub and a washcloth could do wonders for a girl's secret sex dreams. Briefly, she imagined three such cockhounds there in the tub with her, one probing her anal cavity, another fucking her cunt, and the third up with his throbbing hard-on plunging deep into her gulping throat.
She visualized big and throbbing pricks spouting forth gobs of jism, and in her fantasy she was squeezing the hairy balls of each man as he fired his load into every aperture of her body. For just an instant she could actually hear their muffled groans as they came; she could actually taste the spend in her throat.
Suddenly she ceased working the washcloth against her puckered anus. And in a flash she knew for certain what had been bothering her these past three weeks. Yes, of course, she thought, wondering why the truth had not come to her before. It's the swap thing. I've never done that before. I want more bodies-all at once. I want to make it with more than one person. Other people naked ... all at once! The fantasies aren't enough anymore. I really want it to happen. Threesomes, foursomes.
"Orgy," June Horvath said aloud, and then she said it again so she could hear it echo there in the confines of the tile enclosure. "Orgy, orgy, orgy...."
This revelation was a relief, because if there was one place June had always been honest with herself it had been in the bathtub, and lately she had sensed that something was wrong. Now she knew it was because, for the first time, she had not been leveling with herself. Well, the truth was out now.
But why had she been indulging in self-deception in, of all places, the beautiful privacy of her bathtub? And then she knew. It was because she did not want to admit to herself that she wanted to be untrue to Norm. Not just fantasy anymore, but really. Yes, she had been lusting after other men and she had not wanted to admit it to herself. Well, now she had the perfect solution. At an orgy-a threesome, foursome, whatever-there was no infidelity, no cheating on your mate. Even a square native Californian such as herself could fondle and fuck and suck with abandon because all the participants, married or not, would be fucking and sucking each other too.
But how could she bring such a thing off? She would have to plan the thing carefully. She smiled, rubbing her cunt harder now with the washcloth. It was such a relief to pinpoint her elusive desire. Now there remained only the execution of her objective. How to set it up?
The first problem was mainly that Norman was a bit square too. Oh, yes, he had cheated on her only last month with that chubby cocktail waitress where he sometimes stopped for martinis before coming home from his store. (Norm didn't know she knew about the brief affair, but Mandy Lewis, who lived just down the street and whose husband, Gene Lewis, was a frequent tennis partner of Norm's had told her about the fling, and Mandy was reliable.) Yes, Norman was a bit square, though a sometime "cheater" and the idea of group sex would not sit too well with him. For one thing he would probably object violently to sharing his wife with another male. It would bother the shit out of him.
June stopped massaging her pussy and transferred the cloth to her breasts, frowning now in contemplation. But that was the beauty of group sex, she thought. For those with outdated morals, with puritanical notions, it would be so totally guiltless. Nobody was cheating on anyone. Everybody would be merely giving free-rein to sexual hunger with bodies of all shapes and sizes and ages and special and urgent and secret sexual needs and desires.
Blameless and divinely yummy, June thought, excited as she visualized young men of the kind she had seen in the grocery store mounting her, gulping greedily between her legs. She envisioned taking a stiff prick from a pair of white tennis shorts and making lingering, long and intense love to the thick-hard member. For a moment, she imagined a young tennis player's male gristle hunk stabbing her deep and hard in her ass hole. No act went unexplored as she imagined a heap of male and female bodies, entangled in grunting, uninhibited love. She wished, suddenly, that she had a jock strap instead of a washcloth to rub her genitals with. She wished she could masturbate with a male-scented, slightly stained athletic supporter and decided that she might purchase one for just that purpose.
But how could such a nice middle-class girl have ever come to this decision? June Horvath asked herself. My God, I'm thinking like some degenerate who goes around stealing girls' underwear off clotheslines! I used to be such a square-such an unbelievably inhibited square. She visualized the modest, two-story house in West Los Angeles, not far from the UCLA campus, which she had attended for one year in hopes of becoming an English teacher until her father had passed away-struck down suddenly by a heart attack-and left her without funds to continue her college education. She had remained a virgin until the age of eighteen, when Norman Horvath had taken her there in the front seat of his Buick on the night of her high school graduation. And then, of course, like most of the people who moved in her social circle, they had married a little over a year later. Because they had made love. Jesus, how conventional and corny can you be? June thought now, shaking her head.
She decided not to make herself come. She got out of the tub, and to the accompaniment of the water gurgling down the drain she began thoroughly drying herself. She had just finished when the front doorbell rang. She quickly grabbed her blue silk robe off the door hook and, slipping into it as she went, trotted to the door.
It was Gene Lewis, Mandy's husband. He stood there in tennis shorts, grinning, his uncombed, tousled red hair all in a tangle. Like Norman, he was fairly slim, well-built and a store owner. He was the boss, and so he could take off any time he wanted to and play tennis.
"Hi, June," he said, his voice deep. Almost always when they were alone June could tell that he would be willing to fool around if she gave him the slightest invitation. "Just finished playing and-uh-wondered if Norm might have come home early. Did he?"
"No," June said, shaking her head, brushing damp blond curls from her forehead. "Don't expect him till six. I mean, he hasn't called me to say otherwise or anything." It was not like Gene to pop by this way in hope of catching Norm at home. Gene knew Norm kept fairly regular hours unless he had set up a tennis date in advance or something. June wondered what was on Gene's mind. She figured he would make some quick explanation and leave. But he just stood there.
"Whew," he said. "Hotter than hell. I really had a workout on the courts. Gotta beer?"
"Sure," June said. "Come on in."
In the family room, Gene sat in Norm's big chair with the ottoman and looked out at the spacious backyard while June got a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. She put the beer on the table beside him and then she sat down on the couch. They were perhaps three feet apart.
He took a big gulp of the ice-cold beer, restrained a burp and smacked his lips appreciatively. "Man, that tastes good," he said. "Thanks, Junie."
June was wondering why he didn't go to his own house, just down the street, and drink a beer. Take a shower, too.
"Welcome," she said, crossing her legs. She saw his greenish eyes try for a glimpse of inner-thigh as she settled into a more comfortable position. "Mandy out shopping or something?" she asked.
"No, she's out playing bridge," he said. "Thursdays are for bridge. She's getting good at it. She even won a trophy."
June remembered that Thursdays were for Mandy's bridge-playing. She nodded, sucking her lower lip. "Oh, that's right," she said. "I forgot." At least Mandy has something, June thought, bored.
Between gulps of beer, June saw that Gene was very interested in her bare breasts beneath the robe. He kept glancing from her breasts to her hips as he drank. He seemed on the verge of making some proposal and she felt vaguely uncomfortable. A very practical thought occurred to her. She doubted if she would have thought of it if Gene hadn't arrived so soon after her nearly-orgasmic bath and fantasies of orgies. She pretended to cough. As she did she let her robe part slightly so that there was a partial view of her breasts and her legs. She didn't plan to attempt a seduction; she just wanted to lead into talk of a possible group thing. She knew Gene and Mandy knew some kinky people.
His response was instantaneous. His eyes widened slightly and he gulped nervously. He let out a little gurgling sound.
"You're one helluva good-looking woman, June," he said. "I mean, you really are. Mandy's beauty, of course, but I have to say that I've always admired you." He suddenly clutched boldly at his crotch, adjusting himself. "I hope Norm appreciates what he has at home." Surprisingly, he went on scratching his balls.
She grinned, pursing her lips. "Thank you, Gene. Yes, I think he does. But a woman always like to hear that If s good for the ego."
At least he's direct and honest, she thought, letting her robe part still farther. She couldn't be certain, but she was pretty sure she detected the beginning of a bulge at his crotch. Boldly, playing it like a game, she let her robe part even more, so that all but her nipples were on display. Yes, she was absolutely sure of it now. He was getting a hard-on.
With effort, Gene forced himself to take a gulp of beer. Then he gathered courage and reached out and placed his big hand on June's knee. His eyes met hers and she made no effort to move the knee.
"I-I want you, Junie," he said in a trembling voice. "I want to do everything to you. I've wanted to make it with you for a long time now." He shrugged, his breath coming very fast now. "Do you hate me for saying that?"
His hand moved a bit farther up the inside of her leg and he worked it back and forth, testing. She could see his big prick pressing in full erection against the fly of his white shorts. He was even creaming a little. A wet spot showed near the big head of his cock.
Still, she made no effort to halt his advances. "Hate you for saying something you really feel?" she asked. "Hardly, Gene. I'm only human and you're a very attractive man. But-but I've known Mandy a long time. She's my friend."
He nodded, and he scooted out of the chair and onto the ottoman. He reached up and slid his hand beneath the robe. His rough hand felt good against her breast and she let him feel her up while they stared directly into each other's eyes. The wet spot on his shorts grew larger, spreading fast, and then his hand was up very high, almost making contact with her pussy. She spread her legs just a little so the top of his hand could make contact with her moistening cunt.
She liked the way he worked on a woman's breasts. He alternated from one to the other, giving gentle care to each erect nipple as he steadily massaged her cunt. She spread her legs a bit wider and then his middle finger was against her clit, playing gentle, rhythmic games. Mandy had said he was a good lover with a good-sized cock and sexual appetite and she was right. She was beginning to want to fuck, and bad, but there was still some silly, lingering thought that Mandy was her friend and, also, that Norm might possibly come home. Un-likely, true, but anything was possible.
"Don't worry about Mandy," Gene was stammering. "She's played around a few times herself, and-" He broke off, breathing very heavily and almost out of control, but censoring himself.
"And whatV June asked, nearly out of control herself now. "D-Do you mean about Norm and that cocktail waitress?"
"Yes, that's what I mean," he said. "Junie? Junie? Please? I mean, Jesus....
June let him spread her legs still wider apart, then closed her eyes briefly, thinking of the washcloth and the bathtub and the way he was working her boobies and cunt so deliriously. He removed his hand from her cunt for a second and she could feel him moving about. Then she heard him rasping something. He was asking a question and it was urgent. He grunted.
"Look, Junie ... please look ... open your eyes and look...."
She slowly opened her eyes and saw that he had taken his prick out. It was lovely, bending upward in pulsing beauty. It made a banana-like upward arch, pointing up at the ceiling and there were pearly drops dribbling over the brownish, purple-ridged and bulbous head. She could almost feel the mushroom texture of the cockhead against the roof of her mouth, she wanted it so bad.
"It's beautiful," she said, nodding. "I'd love to suck it But-"
"But what? Christ, I don't get this hard this fast for Mandy anymore. It-it could only happen with you. Christ, I even love the smell of you. Whenever I'm around you I sniff like a dog trying to get a whiff of your cunt, everything. Sometimes I jerk off thinking of you. I'm not sick-I'm just crazy in heat over you. Can you understand that?"
"I-I can understand that," June tried to say evenly and then gave up all pretense. His finger was at her slick channel now.
She stared in fascination at his dribbling prick as he slowly worked the foreskin up and down, up and down, like a big-cocked exhibitionist artfully masturbating in front of a female voyeur. And at that instant that's precisely what she was. She never wanted him to stop displaying his big cock that way and showing her the way he must have jerked off before when thinking about her. All the while he stared directly into her eyes, as if he knew her secret, as if he knew all about her secret sex baths, all of it.
While he went on jerking off slowly that way, he began easing his middle finger right into her cunt and she just stared into his eyes then, taking her gaze from his hard-on for a moment. His finger went in up to his knuckle and he made several finger-fucking stabs before he withdrew it. It glistened with cunt juice, as if he had immersed it in a jar of thick ointment. He held it up directly between their locked gazes.
"Look, Junie," he said. And then he patiently and lovingly licked it clean the way a dog licks its bowl after a meal. When he had lapped it cleansingly he reinserted it and repeated the process.
It was truly a magic moment for June-square, would-be English teacher who had married a square man who ran a Rental Equipment business, both of them middle-class in morals and lifestyles. But Gene was a storeowner too, she thought. And then she didn't care. This was a mind-blowing moment of moral release for her. Gulping involuntarily, her eyes still fixed on Gene's, she reached over, gathered his male dribblings carefully on her own index finger, then transferred the finger to her full lips and imitated him. She lovingly licked every speck of the male fluid from her finger, then reached over, gathered some more and gulped that down too. Finally, she grasped his prick hard at the base.
Oddly, she then realized that tears were running down her cheeks. This had been such a gesture of total sexual freedom. It was as if she had permitted him to enter that sacred sanctuary of the bathtub and witness one of her secret masturbatory sessions.
"C-Can we fuck?" he asked, his voice a hoarse and guttural rasp. He was shaking all over.
"Of course we'll fuck," she replied. "How couldn't we? But first I have to ask you something."
"Anything," he whimpered. "I'll do anything, everything. You know that."
"I do feel some guilt. I can't help that. After today-after our fucking this afternoon-could you ever permit Mandy to make it with Norman?"
"I-I don't know." He ceased fingering her clit, blinking. "Why? I don't understand."
"Because if-if all four of us made it. I mean, if all four of us made it together, a group thing, I wouldn't feel any guilt. I want us all to make it together. I want to have a-a swap thing."
His finger was rubbing against the top of her cunt again. With his other hand, he kept gently squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "All right," he said, in a whisper. "Mandy and I-we made that scene once before."
June steadily worked his flesh-sheath up and down the near-bursting, banana-like hard-on. "Where?" she asked. "With whom?"
"At a public place ... over in Santa Monica near Venice. ... Some guy invited us....It was called The Caves, and you have to come in couples and pay an admission price at the door. ... Lots of couples."
June's fingers alternately fluttered from his high-riding testicles now to his incredibly hard cock. It was like a rock, really-an oblong fountain of a rock. She adored it and she wanted it in her mouth and in her cunt and up her ass-all at the same time. She wanted to ride it and feel it bending inside her own wet cave and feel it stick and stab and jab her until she was delirious from getting fucked and coming, coming, coming. But that would have to wait for a bit longer. She had to know about these "Caves" and the people who fucked and sucked in groups. She had to know all about it.
"Why call them The Caves!" she asked, teasing his anus.
He was going crazy with need and desire, but he accommodated her, and she knew he meant it when he had said "anything for you" because he delayed the sticking-in of his prick in the ooze-pie between her legs, which was not an ordinary just-fuck-'em male. She liked him very much for that. It would make it all even better when Gene did stick it in and up inside and began fucking her. He could do anything he wanted to her-anything-and she would do it all to him. They would do it all. Animal City....
But his head was somewhere else, she realized then. He had forgotten her question. His brain had gone to fuckland for sure.
"The Caves," she repeated, trembling violently herself. "Why say Caves!"
"Ohhh," he said. "They call them that because inside they have these little places. Mattresses on the floor. In every one a mattress. Real small. Just like a kind of cave. It's dimly-lit with low red lights."
She gave his prick a special squeeze. "I'd like that, umm. Hey, can we go?"
"I-I guess so."
"I mean, with Mandy and with Norm?"
"I don't guess not. Why not?"
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned. Both of her hands were on his balls and prick, massaging. They lost the trend of talk for a moment then and just felt prick and cunt.
"We have to fuck," he said. "We have to suck and fuck now. Right now. Huh?"
"Yes," June said. "But before The Caves there has to be a warm-up. We have to get the four of us together. Just four first, right?"
"Ummmm, yeah, OK," Gene said, getting down on his knees there on the floor in front of her, spreading her knees and leaning forward with his face to eat. His mouth was open and already he was making gulping motions, trying to eat cunt before he was even there. Really, he wasn't even there. June knew. Really, he was somewhere else. His brain was already tasting pussy, tasting the juice and grunt-gulping between legs with the inner legs rubbing against his ears. Yes, he was somewhere else. Pussy-heaven....
But she had to finalize the situation, even though she was just as cock-hungry as he was greedy for cunt.
"Saturday night," she managed. "You and Mandy. We'll get Norm drunk. We'll make it together. All together ... in the bed or on the floor. We'll fuck and suck each other. An orgy. I have to do it, Gene. I've let it get to be a real need for me. I have to do it. And then, soon, we'll all be ready for the Caves, okay?"
"Okay," he muttered, gulping at the air.
"You promise? Hey, promise me!"
"I promise you. Four here" he said, really promising because he was so desperate. "All together Saturday. And then the Caves some other time. I promise. Promise. I promise...."
She let go of his prick then, even though she wanted to suck it. His need was greater. And then her knees were up against her chest and she watched the gulping mouth make contact. His lips touched her cunt lips and, adoringly, he kissed and nibbled at the pink folds. He kept chanting something she couldn't understand. Suddenly he broke away and lifted himself in a crazy rush. He kissed her hard against the mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and then he tried to stuff both of her nipples in his mouth at once. It was the old, beautiful "watch-the-male-go-sex-mad" that she remembered and loved from her teenage necking days all right, and she adored him for it. Finally he nursed and tongue-probed at her navel for a brief interlude before he went back to the business of eating pussy. She could hear him snorting down there as she put her head back against the couch and closed her eyes and savored the reaming and devouring of holes. Yes, she found herself thinking, it's just like in the books.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, low and long, and it was a song that spurred him on in his laving of her femininity. "Eat my pussy" she chanted.
"Gene, really suck my cunt. Oh, honey ... mama loves it everywhere...."
During all of it, he hadn't once really neglected her love nub. He was not forgetful about the clit. No. From time to time his mouth would cease its cleansing, inhaling, nose-bumping gulp-game and would ascend to wag horizontally and delicately at the top. His tongue twirled at times, too. He did it just right. She could not have done it better with a washcloth herself. Truly he could suck a cunt as good as she could suck a cock, which she was eager to do, but she could not bring herself to give up the pleasure she was receiving to do any giving. It was like the old, inevitable irony of the "69"-that terrible and conflicting urge within the brain that says, somehow, I cannot truly give while I am getting. No, only the fuck was the solution. Either the fuck or the alternate playing of the roles of "do me" then I "do you." It had to be one or the other. Or at least so June had always viewed it.
His mouth was low now, very low and stabbing at her ass. He raised each of her legs in jerky motion, to make the friction telling, to make his male-strength and commitment known. Male strength lifted each leg beneath the knees as his greedy face worked all over, and then he was back against her cunt and sucking-long, hard, very noisily-trying to ingest all of the cunt-juice the fountain of her lust could gush. He wanted her dry, for certain. His skill was as good as any man's she had known. He could inject the total impact of his emotion (the way few men really can) so that he was truly making the male-female sex communication. And all of it felt good-better than anything-especially with that emotion there with the purely physical thing going along simultaneously.
Gene knew his male mission well. He knew it in his genes as so few truly did. Yes, some primordial heritage had given him the secret. He even had an inner sex-clock; he knew the precise second at which to stop licking cunt-hole and start fucking it. He knew the route to female sex-hysteria. He could make a woman babble and not know what she was even screaming-not what or how loud or how often. Gene knew how to drive a woman out of her mind, and that was ultimate triumph really.
At first it looked as if he would not permit her to indulge in crazed licking at his cock and balls. At first, he seemed to want to begin the fucking at once. She would not have been opposed to it. She would not have opposed anything, for she was his-all his-and he knew it. But, eager as he was to stick his bone-hard prod between her legs into the inferno of craving he had created, he recognized her need and valued this final proof of commitment and evidence of absolute female surrender on her part. So he permitted her to lick and suck and kiss his huge extended hard-on. While he watched, of course.
He stared down from his temporary standing stance, clutching her by the shoulders as she adoringly rolled the meat hunk-so hot, so anxious, so worthy of total female worship-against her tits and chin, her shoulders, her armpits. Then, in great gulps, she took as much of the cock into her mouth as she could, with generous, glassy-eyed neck movements. She was like an enormous pecking chicken (but with lips instead of beak) as her head shot forward for the God-like phallus, bathing it in spit and murmuring in some unintelligible language. Next came the almond-shaped and furry testicles, which she carefully cleansed with laving tongue while the teasing of the anus accompanied it.
From time to time, he would release one shoulder to grasp his rod then, clutching at the back of her head to direct the show, he would jerk his rod off into her extra-wide-open mouth. This expressed her willingness to swallow his seed if he so elected. Not that he wanted that, but it was important, ritual-wise, to express commitment to do anything and everything during her mouthing of his genitals.
Finally, Gene made several penetrating stabs deep to the back of her throat, which she accepted as his right, and then she knew he had decided to begin the fucking, which was also at this moment, at this time, his right also.
In the beginning, he elected to fuck her, knees high, while standing, so that he could admire the exit and entrance of his prick. She babbled incoherently as he laid her on her back and slowly worked his hard-on against her outer folds, her clit, her asshole. Then, considerately but with perfect male control, he slid half the rod into her cunt. He bade her reach beneath her ass and massage his balls until the cock had made total entry. Once way up there, working at her cervix, he began a rotating movement with his hips, like a sex dance.
"Fuck," he said, almost harshly. Then again, a command, he said, "Fuck the cock. Fuck my prick."
She responded, obeying, giving him every access to everything she had. The big prick gouged deeper, having its way, exploring her inner recesses. He clutched her buttocks hard with one hand and massaged her clitoris with the other as he drove his flesh weapon deep, deeper, plunging hard and almost mercilessly.
"Fuck me," she replied. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me any way you want."
"Yesssss," he replied. "Any way I want. Fucking you. Sticking your cunt. Fucking you hard, deep. Gonna come in your snatch. Gonna squirt in your box. Gonna hose you out with come, baby!"
His cock was having its way, its total way with her, and she could feel the first gatherings of orgasm forming within her. Her cunt lips clutched hard, without her willing it. The ripples of delicious, incredible pleasure were crescendoing through her rectum, peaking at her clit, somehow running the length of her spine to her brain. He had penetrated her mind! He had fucked her, both body and brain, bringing about the ultimate union of male and female!
The thrusts came so fast she was not conscious that her pelvis met each tempestuous slam.
She heard grunting questions, unintelligible but clearly interpreted. He was coming, coming, and the signal was clear. Her own breath bursts replied the universal yes. Then came the universal I am coming too. The exchange was fierce, unrelenting, savage, a primitive thing so urgent nothing could deny it.
Was it his balls she was kneading so pleadingly, or was it his back? She could not be sure.
The waves and waves of indescribable pleasure struck with a ferocity and fury of a procreative hurricane, an urgency so hysterical that June nearly blacked out. Her head was swimming as the contents of his balls filled her cunt. She could feel it overflowing the rim of her hole and running down her legs. He had pumped her full of come, it seemed, and now he was bucking and shuddering out the aftermath of his orgasmic seizure and gasping.
"Angh, Angh, Awggghhh," went on and on.
Her cunt seemed to spasm for hours, but of course it was only minutes. His prick remained fully hard inside her velvet, satiated sheath for a long time before it gradually began its loving retreat.
At last they parted and lay on their backs, still sighing, praising, unashamed and grateful.
Finally she kissed him on the cheek, loving the roughness of his beard. "My god, what a fuck," she said, and meant it.
"Yes," he repeated, then emitted a kind of chuckle as he shook his head in total exhaustion. "That was a thundering good fuck. It never happened better for me. Good god, what a fuck."
He took her face in both his rough hands and tenderly kissed her waiting lips. Then he stood and began to dress. "Suddenly I'm terrified that Norm might come home."
"Me too," she said, giggling. "But after Saturday I guess it won't much matter any more, will it?"
"No, I guess not," Gene said.
"You promised, you know," June reminded him. "It means a lot to me. First the four of us, and then maybe The Caves!"
They were no longer naked now. "If it means a lot to you," he said, "then you know I want it too. I promise."
"I do love Norm," she said suddenly, as she led him to the door. "I mean, you realize that."
He raised his thick reddish eyebrows innocently. "Of course, and I love my Mandy. That has nothing to do with it."
She smiled lovingly as she let him out the door. "Beautiful," she said. "We both understand this perfectly and it's going to be absolutely beautiful." But when she closed the door after Gene Lewis, she wasn't absolutely certain about the total beauty of it at all. The risk of complications was great. Along with the great physical relief she felt there was a nagging trace of fear. She would just have to wait and see. She would see the Lewises on Saturday night, and the Horvaths and the Lewises were about to embark on a sexual adventure she had never experienced before.
June glanced at the big wall-clock and winced. It was almost time for Norman's arrival. The sexual act on the floor of the family room had been very, very risky. Actually it had been rather insane. They had cut it awfully close.
Even as she began chopping lettuce for the dinner salad she heard Norman's car pull into the driveway.
CHAPTER TWO
The following Saturday night, Gene and Mandy Lewis arrived at the Horvath residence at 7:30 sharp. Gene and Norm immediately sat on the big living room couch and began discussing baseball and their respective businesses. Mandy joined June in the kitchen. She sat at the breakfast bar, watching June prepare dinner.
Mandy was 5'2", a mischievous and petite sex-bomb with dark brown, frosted hair. She wore shorts and a black, sequined halter, so that her shoulders and tummy were bare.
"I'm so excited about tonight's orgy I could die!" she squealed. She tugged at the halter and her big boobs bounced.
"Shhhh," June cautioned, gesturing toward the living room. "It's the three of us against Norman," she whispered. "Don't let on anything until I've gotten a few stiff drinks down him. He may be a 'player,' but the idea of swapping is going to be hard to sell him."
Mandy's violet eyes opened wide. She ran the tip of her tongue over her full lips. "Are you suggesting I can't excite him sexually?" she asked, winking. "Tell me, he is pretty good in bed, isn't he? I mean, he really does get you off, right?"
"Of course," said June, slicing avocado for the salad. "Would I stay married to some sexual clod? And don't worry, it's a big one, and it stays nice and hard. Mainly, though, he knows what to do with it. But making it with you in front of me-well, I-I just don't know if he'll do it."
"Wanna bet?" Mandy said, winking. "But I know what you mean. In fact, my Gene pretends he's not the jealous type, but when Norm starts slamming the ol' meat to me it'll be interesting to see how he reacts. Wow, I can hardly wait!"
June's voice dropped to a whisper again. "Me, too," she said. "I'm so bored I could die. At least you have your bridge. Me, I got housework, and shopping. Whoopee. Listen, I tried to prepare Norm a bit. I kept grabbing his cock this evening, to prime him sexually, and we talked about sixty-nining after you leave. Now the problem is to get him drunk enough. Fix two drinks and take them to the boys in the living room, huh Mandy?"
"Sure enough." She winked as she poured two stiff, very dark bourbons and water. She took a sip of one and made a face. "If this doesn't do it, nothing will," she said, then beaming and wagging her delectable, perfectly-shaped ass, carried the drinks into the living room.
When she returned, she said, "What I don't understand is why suddenly you're so interested in swapping husbands with me."
June shrugged as she stuck the steaks on the broiler. "I dunno," she confessed. "But I've been thinking about it all the time lately. Swapping, swinging, orgies, all of it. I've been so cock-crazy even the boys at the market in their tennis shorts turn me on." She did a little dance, wagging her ass and cupping her ample breasts in front of the oven. "Gotta git me some strange stuff, whooeee!" she chanted, giggling. "Christ, maybe I'm goin' through a premature menopause or something. All I know is I keep thinking of bodies-lots of them, all in a heap. Fucking, sucking, everything."
Mandy giggled, gulping at her own very strong drink, and almost fell off the barstool. "I can dig that, baby," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "But premature menopause. Ha! Bullshit. You're luscious, sugar. Any 26-year-old chick with a body like yours ain't goin' through any menopause. Hey, where we gonna get it on? In the bedroom? On the living room floor? Where? I dig fucking on the floor. Gene and I do that all the time. Gene's a super fuck, as I told you. You're gonna like his style. Likes to stick his finger up your bung just before you come, though. Hope that isn't a turn-off for you."
"Hardly," June said. "In fact, I love it. I love everything but inhibition." She sighed suddenly. "Jesus, I've wasted so many years being a prude, a goddamn square. Now I want to do it all-everything there is to do with-with everyone."
"And boy does my Gene love to eat pussy. You just wait!"
"Is that right?" said June. She didn't like deceiving her good friend, Mandy, but she felt she could not tell her that Gene had gobbled her cunt royally, in this same family room, only day before yesterday. "Well," she said casually, "I look forward to Gene's eager tongue on the old cliteroo." She took a gulp of her drink.
"You mean, right up your rear!" Mandy said devilishly. "He's lovely. Like, I mean he's totally uncouth. An animal, really. He's one of the most obscene, adorable bastards I ever met. Absolutely bizarre and-and gross. Oh, yeah....
They were both feeling good from their drinks now.
"Hey, have you ever made it with another chick?"
June nearly choked on her drink. She coughed, then frowned. " 'Course not. I mean you have to draw the line somewhere. Really, Mandy, I'm surprised at you. Lesbianism ... ugh!" She made a face. Timidly, she asked, "Why? Have you?"
Indulgently, Mandy raised her eyebrows. "Sure, when you swap and swing it's bound to happen sometime. Lots of times the guys even insist on it. Hey, don't knock it till you tried it."
For some reason, the thought of lesbianism terrified June. She didn't know why, but it did. True, there had been that one time with the gym teacher, but-she didn't even want to think about it.
"Mandy, fix the boys another drink, huh? If they're not ready-well, just take the bottle and pour some in their drinks. Norm has to be primed, ready."
"Yes, ma'am," Mandy said, pinching June's nipple, then heading for the living room with the bottle in hand. "Shoot, I may even grope his balls." She exited, singing: "Gotta git me somebody to love...."
June wondered what had gotten into Mandy. She had never seen her behave this way. It was strange how you thought you knew some body, then found out you didn't know the real them at all. She downed the last of her very strong drink. She was taking the steaks out of the broiler when she felt a sharp goose in the ass. She turned, stunned.
Mandy just cocked her head to the side and made an innocent gesture. "Sorry, sugar," she explained, "just trying to get everybody in the mood. Hey, you should have seen your hubby when I grabbed his cock in there."
"You did?" June said, astonished. "What happened?"
"Oh, he and Gene just laughed, and then your little Mr. Innocent grabbed my tit. I don't think you're gonna have as much trouble as you figured. We gonna have fun!" She bunched her face up and held her arms out, like a tipsy Greek dancer. "Yeeee-aaaah!" she squealed. "Oh-oh-oh ... Give it to me, daddy!"
June got in the mood, too. She held her arms over her head and, raising her knee high, gave a little chorus-like kick. "Umm, give me all you got....Give it all to meeee!"
Both girls giggled hysterically and twirled there on the kitchen linoleum, doing the polka as lewdly as possible.
"Pour 'em another drink, Hot Mama," June said, "while I'm setting the table."
"You said it," Mandy agreed, carrying the bottle once again toward the men in the living room. "More booze for the tigers!"
After dinner, June served brandy in big snifters and left the bottle close to Norm, who sat on the couch, the bottle in front of him. He was quite drunk but not too drunk. Perfect, June thought, her pussy moist with eagerness and anticipation. Over the stereo, good rock music-throbbing, a primitive and steady beat-flowed steadily, setting the mood for the upcoming try for the "Sex Swap."
Skillfully, Gene and Mandy, who were both slightly bombed, were getting cozy on the floor in front of Norm. They were touching each other intimately, making suggestive remarks, hinting at sexual freedom and putting down prudes everywhere as they stroked each other.
Finally, June filled all their brandy snifters once more and got down on the cushions on the living room floor by Gene and Mandy. She made sure she was within reach of Gene, who obviously letched after her. Earlier he had squeezed her tits in the kitchen.
Soon, while the exciting music roared, Mandy reached up and slid her fingers under the cuff of Norm's pants leg. She rippled her fingernails, shoving her hand up as high as she could reach from the floor. From the couch, Norm said, "Look out!" and giggled.
"Hey, ol' party-pooper," she coaxed. "Come down here on the floor with us so we can all have some fun."
Norm was obviously higher from booze than June had realized as he slid from the couch to the floor. He didn't know what devilish Mandy had in mind, but he obeyed anyway, a silly grin on his handsome face.
June's heart beat faster. So far, so good, she thought. Please God ... Please!
Deftly, Gene reached over and began giving her a backrub.
"Hey, your wife's a gas, man," he said. "A tribute to stuffy, middle-class America. Wow, what a body! What an ass! What tits! I bet she keeps you all sexed-out in the old boudoir, eh?"
For an initial invitation, a prelude, it went well, June thought. Her husband nodded, not offended by Gene's attentions to her, the steadily-more-sexual backrub not bothering him. "Yeah," he admitted, slightly glassy-eyed, "to look at her you'd think she was just a very beautiful little homebody. But back in there." He pointed in the direction of the bedroom. "She's a regular whore."
Gene nodded, his hands moving around to the front of June's blouse, very near her breasts now. "Yep," he said, "what every man needs is a wife who looks like a princess in public but who's a fuckin' whore in the sack, right Norm?"
"Righto," Norm echoed, taking a big drink from his brandy snifter. "That's my baby all right. She's my special li'l whore."
June and Mandy exchanged meaningful glances. It was going too well to be true. Please God? June thought again. It can be such a beautiful thing. I need it-bad ... real bad. Everything depends on tonight. If it goes well tonight, then we can all go to The Caves ... swapping ... an orgy ... the beautiful bodies all grunting and squirming and coming ... I need it ... to give meaning to my hum-drum life....Make tonight work, so we can go to the orgies at The Caves....Please?
But Norm stood up and returned to the couch.
For an instant there on the floor June visualized bodies, bodies from all walks of life and every sexual desire, fucking and sucking-cocks slurping in and out of cunts, mouths and ass holes while a great moaning of indescribable pleasure resounded throughout the room. The Caves, she thought.
"Uh-I think I'll dim the lights a little," Mandy said abruptly, her timing perfect. She jumped up and turned off all the lights except one low-watt lamp in the distant corner. Then she returned and boldly sat on Norm's lap. She wrapped her arm around his neck, pressing her big tits against him. Tantalizingly, she gave him a long kiss on the cheek, then worked her mouth around, tonguing his ear and finally stabbing her long tongue between his lips.
Instinctively, the liquor still numbing him, Norm responded. His hand slid over and cupped her boob, ran down the flare of her firm, young hip. He had just begun to work his hand between her legs when he caught himself and glanced guiltily at his wife.
"Wha-?" he gasped, stupidly, blinking. "Jeez, I musta had too much to drink. Too much booze." He kept blinking and shaking his head. "Better have some coffee." He tried to stand up but Mandy stayed fixed on his lap.
"Aw-Oh!" Mandy scolded, giggling. "I can feel something nice and hard there in your lap, honey. Forget the coffee. Umm, stay right where you are!" She reached under her ass and squeezed hard. "Oh, Junie!" she squealed. "You didn't tell me your hubby had such a yum-yum prick. Boy, would I love a sample of this. Wow! Hard and beautiful." She sat there, licking his ear and playing with Norm's hard-on beneath her.
Norm squinted in the dim light, as though trying to see his wife's reaction. "Uh-I better get some coffee. I-I don't know what's happening. June? Junie? You there?"
"Of course she's here," Gene said, his hands up under June's blouse now. June was shuddering all over and dying to get his cock out. The big hard-on had been pressing against her hip now for quite a while.
"What ya doin' Junie? Huh?"
"We're just relaxing, Norm," Gene said. "She says why don't you relax, too. Hey, this is just like the Romans, huh?" he added. "You always liked to talk about Ancient History, Norm. Let's all just relax and hang loose, just like those groovy Romans. Fuck our stores, right Gene? Fuck responsibility and worrying about making money. Just for tonight, fuck everything I What do you say, eh? Listen, I can hardly see you two over there. L-Let's all just do what we want. Just for tonight."
Mandy had removed her halter, and she stood jiggling her luscious, bare tits right in front of Norm's face. She giggled, trying to get him in the mood as the music roared on, the beat throbbing. After a half-minute of this, she brushed one erect nipple against Norm's check. He took it in his mouth and clutched her trim ass. His fingers shot up under the bottom of her shorts and his breathing looked labored. June boldly took out Gene's rock-hard prick then. "Ohhhh, God!" she heard herself saying, fondling the hot and throbbing cock urgently, trying to make contact all over the big prick and balls at once with one hand. But, just as she had guessed, it was the action across the room-the sight of Mandy with her husband-that made her sexual excitement a thing of unprecedented, lustful joy. She wanted to see them naked and fucking. She wanted to see Mandy's mouth around her husband's prick. She wanted to see Norm's mouth working between Mandy's legs. Sucking. ... Fucking! She wanted to see their sex-crazed bodies glistening with perspiration and fucking with loud grunts that shrieked their need. She wanted to see all this while Gene sucked and fucked her, too. She wanted Mandy and Norm to gaze at her and Gene fucking as they themselves fucked. Oh, it was too beautiful for words!
"I-I want them to take their clothes off," she whispered to Gene. "I got to see 'em naked and fucking."
"Just give 'em time," he said, massaging her breasts under the blouse, stroking her panties at the crotch now.
And then Mandy moved into high-gear. First, she gave Norm a gulp of brandy and then she knelt before him, and slowly, tantalizingly unzipped his fly. Norm's mouth hung open, oblivious to the others in the room. He just stared, entranced, as Mandy let his hard-on flop free. She bent down, planted a big kiss on the head, gave it a lick and then began pulling his pants off. She tugged them off over his shoes, then slipped off his shorts and went greedily about the business of mouthing his dong.
From the floor, June shivered in the dim light, gazing up at Mandy nursing on her husband's large, pulsing cock.
"Ohhh," she groaned softly, spreading her legs. And then, while she watched the look of agonizing pleasure on her husband's face, Mandy's husband beside her, began stripping her. Soon she was naked, but not once had her gaze left Mandy's greedy mouth digesting Norm's hard-on there on the couch. She could hear Mandy grunting as her head bobbed up and down. And she could hear the sound of semen and saliva-slick-wet sounds-combined with occasional gurgles and swallowing noises.
Now Gene's head lay between her legs and he was lovingly kissing and inhaling her furburger below. He too grunted, and he turned himself, as he began licking her cunt, so that June could still watch Mandy and Norm while licking his own hard-on, if she chose.
She chose! The bone-hard prong was inches away from her face and in a direct line of vision with Mandy's cocksucking. She could suck, be sucked, and at the same time watch her husband getting his cock sucked! She grasped the delicious hard-on at its base and, fondling the hairy balls, began licking it like an ice cream cone. Simultaneously, she raised her knee, allowing Gene more room as his tongue laved her pussy lips.
Mandy ceased her cocksucking abruptly, and for an instant June felt keen disappointment. But then Mandy hastily stripped, and force-fed her big tits into Norm's gulping mouth for a moment before she laid him back down on his back and, straddling his face, began wiggling her hips, her cunt directly over Norm's face. Norm immediately clutched her firm, rounded ass and eased his middle finger in between the cleft, probing her asshole as she lowered her cunt to his face.
Norm ass-fucked her with his finger and began licking cunt. "Mandy," he gasped, really into it now, "what a cunt! Jesus, it smells so good. I gotta eat it all up. Oh, Christ," he muttered, and then his head began rotating and he was gobbling Mandy's pussy while she chanted.
"Ummm, good boy, Normie. Nice ... Aaoouuu! Good, baby. Good. Real nice. That's it ... eat baby's pussy all up ... eat it all. Suck mama's cunt. Lick! Lick! Suck and eat my cunt, sugar."
As she gave instructions that way, she rode his face skillfully, gyrating her taut little ass so her cunt made contact just the way she wanted it.
"Aaergh, grughm, grm ... grm," Norm gurgled, eating her cunt, obviously swallowing her juices. As he ate, one hand still fingering her bung hole, he squeezed the big, high tits with his other hand. Mandy's wide, huge nipples stood fully out, like little hard-ons, dark ones, as she stared down enraptured at the male face reaming her love hole.
Prom the floor, with Gene, June was going insane with lust. Never before had she witnessed such a spectacle. She had heard about other couples making it, but she had never even seen an X-rated movie! Her chest heaved as she gorged herself on Gene's big hard-on that seemed to grow another inch every time she took it to the back of her throat and tried to swallow it whole.
June could feel her lubricant and Gene's spittle running down the insides of her legs. He was making a pig of himself eating her, and it was heavenly! Occasionally, he would interrupt his licking labor, plant a big kiss on her puckered asshole and say: "All the way down your throat, baby. Oh, yeah ... and suck the balls, too. Good girl. Oh, Jesus ... can you ever suck cock! You were born to nurse on a prick, honey. Jesus, keep it just that way-right that way, sliding it along the roof of your mouth."
Now his thumbs and forefingers were pinching June's heaving, hanging tits at the nipples, sending shivers of ecstasy all through her shuddering body as she cunt-fucked his face and gorged herself at the fountain of his dripping phallus. She loved it when a man-someone other than her husband-was dripping his lubricant steadily into her mouth as she sucked. It was just as she hoped it would be. This foursome was a wondrous, mind-blowing event! Watching Mandy's blowjob, she imitated her girlfriend and gyrated her own ass so that it ground fiercely at Gene's gulping mouth between her legs. Heaven, she thought. Cunt and cock heaven!
And then, without warning, the sexual action in her view and the mouth gulping her cunt turned her briefly to hysterical. She jerked the hard-on from her swollen lips, stared at it savagely, threw back her head and screamed, "FUCK MY HUSBAND, MANDY!" she screamed. "I WANNA SEE HIS COCK STAB BETWEEN YOUR CUNT LIPS! FUCK! FUCK NORMAN, YOU HEAR? MANDY, MAKE HIM FUCK YOUR JUICY CUNT SO I CAN SEE HIS PRICK STAB YOUR WET HOLE. MANDY ... DO IT! PLEASE DO IT! I'M GOING CRAZY. FUCK, YOU TWO! FUCK SO I CAN WATCH THE PRICK AND THE CUNT AND THE JUICE!"
June could not believe her own ears. Yes, the words had come shrieking from her own throat-her throat tingling with jism drippings from Gene's eager testicles. The shrieks of pleading desperation had come from somewhere deep within. Her need had been so great, that some primitive urge had forced her to give voice to her frantic desires at that moment.
She gripped Gene's thick meat viciously in her fist, gazing at it and feeling his tongue and clenching lips working like some maniacal vacuum cleaner on her vagina and asshole. The pleasure was so intense she could not bear it, but she bore it, and morel She pressed down very hard, sitting down harder on her lover's face and, once again, began making adoring love to the big, swollen gristle-hunk before her. She loved the way the ridge of his bulbous head made contact with her pursed lips. She loved the magnificent balls that welled up before her eyes with each upstroke and downstroke of her bobbing head.
Oh, if only she could get the balls and the prick into her mouth at the same time! And then she knew other things. The true and ultimate need she had been fantasizing all along, without even realizing it, was for two men to assault her body simultaneously. At this instant, she wanted Gene to fuck her cunt while she rode him from above. At the same time, she yearned for a stiff prick-Norman's, anyone's-to stick her savagely, dog-style, in the ass. "Ohhhhh," she groaned, and she sucked with a fury now. And then if she could just have another colossal hard-on in her mouth, and one hard-on in each hand, it would be paradise!
But that would have to come later-at The Caves perhaps. She could not have all her sexual fantasies fulfilled in one night. No. Maybe this was all she could handle anyway this first night. She felt a preliminary orgasm approaching then-just a skimming, little one this time. And soon she knew there would be others, followed by the super ones-the soul-wracking, earth-moving ones that sent the eyeballs to the back of her head. Suddenly, again, she lost all control and became irrational. She felt her head fly back, the big cock slipping from her lips again, and as if her lungs had a will of their own, she screamed out into the dimly-lit room.
"GODDAMIT, I SAID I WANTED TO SEE YOU FUCK! FUCK, YOU SUCKERS, FUCK! LET ME SEE THE PRICK STICKING AT THE CUNT!"
Then, drooling and panting gibberish, she engulfed Gene's bursting, banana-like hard-on with her hungry mouth and stared at Norm.
Oddly, it was as if Norman wanted to give his wife exactly what she had requested so insanely. Still gulping Mandy's quim, he made muffled attempts to speak, which June recognized as noises indicating he wanted to fill her request. He managed to break the grinding contact of Mandy's demanding love hole. Then he stood up, his big prick sticking out like a flag pole, bouncing up and down as he moved, and he sat Mandy up on the thick, padded arm of the sofa. He was obviously giving consideration for his wife's point of view, for June, from the floor, could not have observed what soon followed if Mandy's cunt had been in any other position.
Mandy's saliva-slick twat gaped beckoningly at June, and June found herself intrigued by the pink vertical line, the sopping wet pussy hair, the spread of her long, well-tapered legs. June was staring at her friend Mandy's cunt and getting a charge out of it! She nursed still harder on Gene's engorged rod and wished Norm would hurry up and embed his lust pole in the juicy pussy. She wanted to see that oozing, twitching, gaping cunt-hole plugged good-stuck and fucked and filled up to the brim with an urgent, driving male organ.
June began to function in sympathy with the other couple now. She forced Gene's mouth between her legs to cease its voracious, unrelenting clit massage, and then she turned him around so that she could remain on top and soon fuck him that way as her husband, Norm, now fucked the gasping Mandy. Yes, when Norm fucked Mandy's cunt, June wanted to feel Gene's prick up inside her own love chasm, jabbing in cadence to the other couple. And maybe-just maybe-after a while she could even manage to steer herself and Gene (as one) somehow across the thick carpet and over near the fucking couple. She desperately wanted to lay her hands on them as they fucked. But Gene wanted to eat some more. He didn't want to fuck yet. She let him, wanting to touch Mandy and Gene.
This possibility sent even more intense shivers throughout her trembling young body. "Ohhhh," she groaned at the thought of Gene fucking her from below while she reached out and ran her hand over Norm's thrusting ass as she reached down and cupped his high-riding nuts as he drove his big hard-on from all angles at young Mandy's contracting cunt.
And then a new thought occurred to her. What she would treasure most would be to grope directly at the point of genital contact-reach down and actually feel the place of the entrance and exit of the cock. She wanted to make a sheath of her hand and feel the hard prick slide through her palm on its way into the pussy. Slurp, slop. She wanted to feel and experience the surge of their combined juices and hear their grunts and groans and pleadings, up very close. Yes ... yes ... just that way....
As visions of this blissful state of absolute sexual realization flashed through her head, she felt Gene's erection, still so hard it felt like hot flesh-steel, at last making her ready for the penetration. He was wagging the hard cockhead back and forth against her swollen clit. He would cease this every second or two and make a fake stab at the entrance of her slurpy chasm.
"Hurry up," she called over her shoulder. "Get your prick inside, Gene. Fill my hole up. When I tell you, stick it hard right up to my ribs. When I tell you 'when' ... Ohhhhh, ummmm...."
Suddenly she knew what would delight her most. She wanted his sticking her hard to coincide with Norm's sticking his stiff meat up into Mandy. He seemed about ready now. He had her leg nearest the back of the couch raised high, affording a good view, and the nearer leg down low so as not to block the show. He was standing, holding his hard-on with his hand, beginning to let his cockhead make contact with Mandy's outer flesh folds. June marveled at the way her husband's meat worried the petal-like pink folds of Mandy's juicy pussy.
"Fuck her, Norman!" June called, pleading.
"Stick it in her. Suck her tits for a second and then stick it in nice and slow, so I can watch."
By now, all trace of inhibition had left the previously reluctant, "square" Norman. He was totally into the spirit of this bawdy, rousing swap-scene. Grinning almost evilly, he glanced at his own wife on the floor and, chest heaving, said:
"Okay, baby. Oh, Jesus ... is this ever......something! Oh, Jesus ... I never thought I'd...."
"Fuck her," June begged. "Fuck Mandy's pussy, but make sure I can see. I want you to give her everything you've got!"
He nodded. Then, "How 'bout you, sugar. You fuckin' yet?"
"N-Not yet," June cried. "Soon as you're sticking it inside Mandy, Gene'll stick his up in me. J-Just t-tell me w-when...."
"Hurry up and fuck my wife!" Gene called, breathless. "I can't hold up fuckin' your wife much longer. Hey, a coupla great, beautiful cunts, eh partner?"
"You s-said it," Norm managed to stammer. "It's b-blowin'my mind!"
"We're gettin' serviced royally, huh M-Mandy?" June called. "Your husband's gonna stick his rod right up my cunt ... hell, up my ass if he wants, and my husband's gonna hose you out inside with his globs and blobs of come-juice, right Mandy?"
"Ummmm, yeah," Mandy groaned. "Come ... Big cocks in our cunts....We'll all come together. FUCK ... FUCK US! FUCK US!"
Norm's head dipped for a moment, gulping at Mandy's breast, and then he had the head of his immense wanger inside the mushy hair-pie of Mandy.
"Ahhhh, Jesus!" Mandy sighed, wailing with long, drawn-out wails of anticipatory urging. "Jesus, his prick's sliding into my cunt. At last it's gonna fuck meeeeeee-"
June reached behind her own ass and grasped Gene's waiting wanger too. "Go ahead, Gene. Get the head in. That's it. ... Ohhhh ... hey, Mandy, I got a big prick sliding into my cooze, too. Jesus, did you ever think this could happen? I-I mean, you with Norman and me with Gene. Ohhhh ... Jesus! Hey, Let's all fuck hard and long. Come on, let's fuck and fuck and groan and listen to each other ... Ummmmm...."
"No, I didn't," Mandy managed to reply. "Too bee-uuu-tee-fulll...."
And then Norman's cock disappeared into the depths of Mandy's cunt-hole and there came forth a great sigh of relief from the couple.
"Okay, Gene," June called. "Stick it all the way in. Ohhh, nice. I can feel it all the way up there ... way up," and she felt her tummy and told him she could feel his prick through her "tummy" with her hand.
June worked her ass cheeks hard against his stomach, drawing in the great flesh-spear and making it her own, giving it a heavenly sanctuary, a wet-slick oven-home to probe and stick and invade and intrude. She could feel it bumping special places, nudging her cervix, exploring and wanting to conquer considerately but persistently. Fucking her ... fucking her cunt....
It went on and on that way for ten minutes, or twenty minutes, or half-an-hour. June had lost all track of time as she watched a fuck and got a fuck. She could not be sure of anything.
Finally, their tempos increased. And June began scooting across the carpet, insisting that Gene stay with her and not break the contact of his prick. At last, June was close-close enough to reach out and touch. Her wildest sex-dream, for tonight at least, had come true. She reached out and gently touched her husband's back as he fucked. She ran her fingers ripplingly, still being jarred herself by the steady rhythmic hip-thrusts of Gene beneath her.
The sounds of Mandy and Norman, and Gene too, were very close and audible now. Her fingers ran down her husband's back to his buttocks. Oh, the rhythm of fucking is beautiful, she thought nearly out of her mind now.
Then, almost reverently, she let her hand wander lower, lower. She slipped it between the lovers who fucked so steadily and emitted such husky, earthy, low-pitched gasps of need, desire. It was very wet at the junction of the genitals-gooey, primary, slop-gush. "So beautiful," she whined, bucking her pelvis harder to signal Gene. "Gene I want to come now. I want to come."
Her hand had Norman's prick at the base, and she could feel the slick inner, velvet-like cunt lips of Mandy-folding, unfolding. She could hear the murmuring of cock and cunt, too-all its secret, slippery sounds: Ck ... sck ... csk ... suck, the music of fucking filling her ears. A dinosaur-like smile, an all-consuming carnivorous tiling leered toothfully on Mandy's face that seemed somewhere else.
"Make me come, Gene," June commanded softly, gently squeezing her husband's balls as he fucked Gene's wife.
"W-We're coming too," Norm sighed in a very strange voice. "Aren't we Mandy," and it was a statement, not a question.
And June's hands were right at the point of contact as Norman began firing his scalding load up in to Mandy's waiting oven-hole. June could feel the bouncing of the testes as they fired their virile missiles of heavenly pleasure. Her own cunt was contracting at the same time, so as not to miss a single drop of Gene's precious pearly, fluid. Breath-whines of exquisite fulfillment rose as all four fuckers went off together.
Sobbing, their bodies convulsing with orgy intensity, June had experienced the near-ultimate. She had felt a fuck in her hand and experienced a fuck in her womb at precisely the same instant. She saw flashing constellations for many minutes, then collapsed with the others in a gasping heap on the floor.
Only Gene's final statement, at the front door before the Lewises left, marred the incredible discovery and beauty of the evening. Quietly, so the others could not hear, he whispered in apology: "Sorry, Junie, I thought I could share my wife with Norm, but I can't. And I don't want to share you either. Just forget about The Caves. The whole thing is too tough to handle. My head can't cope. Sorry. Maybe just the two of us again? Real soon?"
And then Mandy and Gene were gone. In the bedroom, Norm fell hastily to sleep. He snored loudly, raucously. June Horvath lay staring at the ceiling, hating Gene Lewis. Didn't he understand that The Caves meant everything to her? She hadn't even known such a swap place existed until he had told her, and now he had smashed her hopes just as quickly as he had created them last Thursday. The Bastard!
She had to have The Caves. Now that she knew that such a place existed-a place where fifty, maybe even a hundred young males and females went to writhe and moan and fuck and suck in unison-she could never rest until she went there.
Somehow, she would get Norman, Mandy, Gene and herself to The Caves. She had experienced only a taste of what a real orgy could be like this night. Now she had to have it all. And she vowed that she would have her way.
One way or another, she was going to The Caves.
CHAPTER THREE
Gene Lewis waited until Monday afternoon to telephone June and ask her to meet him for another "solitary" sex bout. Restraining her venomous anger at him for backing out on their agreement to arrange a visit to "The Caves," she quietly told him to go to hell, that he was a liar and she would never touch his body again.
"Come on, Junie," he pleaded, "you know we've got a groovy physical thing going. Just because I don't want to share you, or my wife either, doesn't mean we shouldn't get off together. OK, I understand your being pissed-off. We'll just make it a 'quickie' then. I know a perfect place for fast but dandy fucking. You know where the-"
June hung up and stood with fists clenched, hissing air through gnashing teeth. The guts of that bastard, she thought. He ruins everything. He backs out on his promise. And then he has the gall to ask for a "quickie." She stamped her foot in rage.
The phone rang again.
She picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she said musically.
"It's me again," Gene said. "Listen, now don't hang up again, hear? All I want to do is meet you for-for, say, coffee or something and just talk this out, all right?"
"Yes, coffee," June said. "With my legs spread and your big banana jabbing inside me. You men are unbelievable! All you want to do is make chit-chat over Coffee or cocktails. Then first thing you know the paws are pawing and there's the music of the unzipping fly and picture of the Spaniel face all pleading and begging. Such bullshit, Gene. I thought you were above that."
"It was good with us, wasn't it?" He sounded hurt now.
"Of course, but that isn't the point. We had an understanding. You lied. Mandy's still my friend but you're a low-life. Now go away and just leave me alone."
"Please?" he whimpered.
It occurred to June that maybe he was sufficiently vulnerable now for one more try. "What about The Caves!"
"Jesus! I never saw such a one-track woman. It was nice last Saturday night, but I told you about the way I feel. Listen, you're gonna meet me at 3:00 sharp at-"
"I'm not meeting you anywhere, Gene. So long." And again she hung up on him.
She left the phone off the hook, grabbed her purse and went outside and got into her car and screeched out the driveway. Then, driving aimlessly, she flicked on the rock music station. The lyrics were suggestive, the rhythm sensual. Why was everybody making it, swinging in groups, boogieing and grooving but June Horvath? Once again, the terrible feeling that life was passing her by, that she was a dreary wife in dull suburbia engulfed her.
She turned the volume up to deafening proportions and, crazily, defiantly, reached down and massaged her clit through her denims as she drove. It was a beautiful August afternoon, not too hot, and she let her wrist then rub back and forth against her taut nipple through the work-type shirt. She had no intention of trying to "get off" while driving, but she loved listening to the music and exploring her shapely body briefly that way out in public.
Boldly, she said: "Fuck you, Gene Lewis. You tell me where the group-sex action is, or you get no more of this chick's puss. Hmm Umm. Fuck you, Gene Lewis," she sang in time to the music. "Mister Lewis, fuck you....Fuck Gene Lewis, doo-doo-dee-doo-"
Just ahead lay the public tennis courts. She could see the men and women all tan in their white togs and tennies batting the balls back and forth. Impulsively, she swung under the elm trees where she could sit in the shade with a good view of two handsome young men-about 20 she guessed-moving masculinely and gracefully as they rallied. She wished she could invite both of them over for a goddam "quickie" in the car. Yes, in memory of the lying mother Gene Lewis.
She got out of the car and strolled between the courts, wagging her well-shaped ass as she saucily made her way to the pro shop. She had to smile when several young men missed their shots, then stood gaping at her brazen display, her hussy-like walk. She went up two short steps to the entrance of the pro shop, then stopped, turned and, seeing the men still admiring her, winked and did a very slow grinding go-go girl type bump. Then she stepped into the cool of the shop. Mandy would be proud of me, she thought.
Except for a very handsome young man behind the counter, the place was deserted. The lad had sandy-colored hair, broad shoulders, and he was tall and just the innocent sort of looking kind of target she was in the mood for. Mrs. Horvath Turns Whore, she thought, imagining it as the title of an X-rated movie up on a marquee in the degenerate section of some sex-crazed city.
She wandered about idly, pretending to inspect tennis togs and rackets. Finally, she called the boy over.
"Yes, ma'am?" he said, coming over and standing beside her. His strong hairy legs caught her gaze, very blond hairy legs they were, and the excellent bulge at his crotch enticed her.
"Young man-uh-are you in charge here?"
"Not exactly," he said, his voice nice and low, his manner polite. "I'm the assistant here. May I help you?"
She let her eyes run from his ankles to his forehead, stopping only at his crotch. "We shall see," she cooed. "We shall very soon see." She picked up a metal tennis racket, grasping the thick handle firmly with both hands.
"That's an excellent choice," the lad said. "I use a similar one myself. But for a woman I'd recommend-"
"I'm not interested in tennis," June said. "I'm interested in sex." With effort, she kept a straight face, watching the boy out of the corner of her eye. "Are you interested in sex?"
He shook his head, obviously stunned. "Well, ma'am, I guess everybody's interested in sex all right. Uh-yes. W-would you like to look at some tennis outfits?" He coughed.
June ran her hand slowly up and down the thick handle of the tennis racket. "You know I used to know a fellow who was built like this. Well, maybe not quite, but pretty close. He was heavenly." She closed her eyes, as though remembering, puckered her lips and lowered the racket so that the end of the handle pressed into her tummy. Then, quickly, so as not to alarm the boy, she replaced the racket on its hook.
There was just the faintest trace of terror on the lad's face as he scratched his head and looked over his shoulder at the entrance of the shop. He was swallowing.
"Don't worry," June said. "I'm not a kook, nor an escapee from some mental institution. I'm simply having myself a delightfully lewd afternoon." She visualized the words LEWD AFTERNOON up on a theater marquee.
She gave him a housewifely smile and he seemed to relax. Then she remembered that bastard Gene Lewis's "quickie" offer and she said: "Well, are you?"
"Am I what?" he asked.
"Interested in sex." She reached out and touched his chest.
"Ma'am, I-I don't know what to tell you. My boss isn't here right now, but maybe you should come back and-and talk to him."
"Why?"
"I don't know." He shrugged helplessly.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" June asked, running her fingernail down his chest to his navel and stopping. She winked.
"Yes-yes I do," he said, beginning to breathe hard.
"Nothing serious, is it?"
"Well, no," he said. "W-we just date and I see her at school everyday." Inanely, he added, "Her name is Marion."
June laid her palm flat against the delicious flatness of his muscled stomach and rotated her hand. "Does this Marion give good head?"
"Huh?"
"I said does this Marion give good head! Since I first stepped in here I've been thinking about giving you the best head you ever had. But I keep getting the impression that not only do you think I'm crazy but that you wouldn't like me to give you the best head job you ever had before in your life. Is that true?" June puckered her lips and lowered her hand and gently gave his cock a squeeze.
The boy just stood there breathing hard, his eyebrows raised in total shock. But he was a male all right. He wasn't pulling away.
"What's your name?" June asked, rubbing his rising prick more boldly. It was a nice sized prick, she calculated, and she wouldn't mind sucking it at all. What had begun as a crazy vengeful game against old Gene "Quickie" Lewis was fast becoming a reality.
"I asked you your name," June repeated. The cock was really hard now and she was feeling its outline with intensity. Fervor.
"I'm Richard Ormsby," he said. "My name is D-Dick."
"Dick," June repeated, her own breath coming faster now. "That's a nice name. I love the name of Dick. Would you like me to suck your dick for you, Dick?"
"Oh, Jesus ... I-I ... You better go away ma'am. I mean, people c-come in here and-"
Still he wasn't backing away. They were standing there behind the racks, all alone in the shop, and she was openly groping his full erection and fondling his balls and he didn't know what to do or say. He had never experienced anything remotely resembling what was now happening to him-she just knew it-and she was adoring the whole ridiculous, seductive scene. For an instant it occurred to her that perhaps she had invented a new game-sort of like "streaking" except it would be called "groping." She considered telling him that she was a member of a new club of adult women called the "Gropers" and that this was their pastime (one grope a day), but she abandoned the idea. Instead she decided to be more direct.
"Tell me, Dick, if you were sure nobody would catch us, you certainly would allow me to drop your drawers and suck your prick, wouldn't you? Well, wouldn't you? Be honest."
His eyes were rolling toward the back of his head and his hips were thrusting ever so slightly. "Yeah," he squeaked.
"What?" June asked. "I couldn't hear you, Dick."
"I-I said, yes. But-"
"No huts about it, young man," June said. "Either you would like me to suck you off or you wouldn't." She took his prick out after unzipping his bulging fly. "Ifs a beautiful prick, Dick. Really a very admirable prick, and I'm not lying to you. I'm perfectly willing to give you a blow job right here. Of course it doesn't have to be a blow job. We can fuck if you'd rather. What would you rather do?
Would you rather have me suck you, or would you rattier fuck me. We can do anything you want. If s entirely up to you."
His hand reached out then and palmed her breast. His big hard-on was dripping like a dog's in summertime and his hairy balls were high up against his prick.
"You're f-for real? Y-you're not just teasing?"
"Nope."
Shuddering all over, both hands on her breasts as he looked over his shoulder while she slowly jerked on his rod, he said: "I'm afraid s-somebody m-might come in t-the shop. Oh, god, I want to do it all. I want to eat you, could I? I mean, want us t-to eat each other, and then I-I w-want us to f-fuck, too? Could we? Oh, Jesus, please, could we?"
"Darling, what do you think I've been telling you? Of course! You can even fuck me in the ass if you want. Would you like to fuck me in the ass, too?"
"M-Maybe," Dick said. "I-I don't know. What time and w-when can I meet you?"
He had unbuttoned her shirt front and both of his hot hands were working frantically on her braless breasts. She suddenly knelt down before him, licked the drippings from his lovely jolting hard-on, and then stood up. Still pulling on his rock-hard hunk of delicious male meat. She whispered hoarsely in his ear:
"Oh, no you don't, young man. No later rendezvous. Like it has to happen right now, or it won't happen at all," June said.
"Why," he said, literally jerking and spasming from head to toe. "I mean, w-why?"
"Because that's my mood." She stuck her tongue into his mouth, then withdrew it and licked his ear and then his eyelid, all the time working her hands furiously all over his genitals. "Don't you think I'm worth it?" Then she slid down his shorts and jock strap.
"Y-You're beautiful," he stammered. "You're worth anything."
"OK then, just lock this place up for, say, fifteen minutes and I'll take you to paradise. I swear I will. You'll never, never forget it, Dick."
"But I-I'm afraid," he said, stepping free of his shorts and jock.
"You're not expecting your boss back?"
"No, but the-the customers. I got no pants on!"
She forced his legs farther apart, so that he stood that way, looking a trifle silly as she teased his asshole and increased the massage of his balls as she palmed his rigid prong in long hard strokes.
"Of course you have no pants on. You're bare-ass and your big cock is sticking out. So what? Go and lock the door. Can't we use that little room back there?"
"I-I guess so," Dick said.
"You guess so?" June said, her own breath coming very fast now as her nipples tingled and her salivary glands gurgled and her vagina gushed. "Dick, few young men ever have the chance to experience what is happening to you. You just happened to catch a very attractive and sexy woman in a very special mood. Do you want to fuck and suck or not?
Sneakily, Dick covered his genitals with his hand and went over and closed the door. He pulled down a shade, too, and then he came back and stood before June looking very helpless, incredibly awkward with his big hard-on standing out that way in front of his immense furry balls. A strange gurgling sound emanated from his throat.
"Take that phone off the hook, why don't you?" June suggested.
He obeyed, and then she led him into the small room behind the cash-register counter. It was a stock room, mostly, but there was a cot against the wall with a wool blanket on it. Room enough.
She stripped off all her clothes and stood before him enjoying his thunderstruck and greedy and fascinated eyes feasting on her full ripe body.
"If you know any other young men-tennis players out there who would like to come inside-I'd suck them all off, Dick."
He blinked. "You would?"
She nodded, enjoying his puzzlement. 'Yes, but you see this is a one-time special. Today, I'm a lust-crazed woman, hungry for young male cock. Yes, I would suck three or four of you off right here-all in a row-but tomorrow I might not even say hello to you." She shrugged. "That's just the way it is. You'll never see me again. You want other men in here?"
"No," he said. "I want y-you all to m-myself."
"Very well," June said, offering her arms, extending them in loving invitation. "Come to me, Dick. Bring your great big, stiff hard-on and do anything you want to me. What'll it be?"
Indeed he was truly a child. He didn't know what to do-not even how to begin. Her hear beat hard against her rib-cage at the though of this delicious initiation. She stepped for ward, took him in her arms, his thick hard-on flat against her tummy, and she kissed him slowly, lovingly, teasing his nipples with her fingertips with one hand and fondling his balls with the other hand. His breath came in jolting-crisp blasts.
She continued kissing his cheeks and eyelids and ears, tonguing his face while her hands worked for several minutes, and then she sat down on the cot. The texture of the blanket was masculinely rough against her smooth buttocks and the springs of the old bed reminded her of gulls crying at the seashore.
Again, she extended her arms. "Come, darling," she beckoned. "Don't be afraid. It will be a short lesson, but it will be a lovely one-for both of us. First, it's important for you to know that this is no mere service. For instance, I truly want to suck your cock. Like it's not a rush blow-job from a five-dollar whore, you dig?"
"Id-dig," Dick said.
She remained sitting and pulled him to her. He was a splendid height. His prick stood out almost level with her chin. Perfect for a feast. She palmed his firm ass and gazed lustfully at his gorgeous out-thrust manliness, and then she began kissing the balls and mewing as she continued a steady stroking up and down on the flesh sheath. She encouraged him to thrust a bit and he responded, really getting into it, unafraid now. Again, she had him stand with his legs slightly parted so that she could run her fingertips up and down his inner thighs if she chose. Or tease his rectum. Or merely cret a better angle at which to kiss and mouth his balls.
Dick moaned a lot while she worked, and when she finally drew his flesh spear between her lips (this after much flicking of the tongue about its swollen and dribbling head), he emitted a sound that reminded her of a quiet lion's roar.
Twice she ceased her sucking to tell him "to relax and just pretend you're fucking a cunt." He got the idea and then it was truly splendid for both of them. She worked her hand low on his balls so as to work on the "subterranean hard-on," so to speak. And while her hands massaged the testicles gently against this deeper unseen part of the hard-on, producing feelings she was certain he had never experienced before (how could he?!), she gave the swollen member proper benefit of all the skill she had learned from husband, Norm.
He stood there, with her sitting before him, and the two of them created a work of slick saliva-gurgling-thrusting art. His balls met her chin with each instroke, and she allowed him to exit just to the lower ridge of his flanked prick-head. She made a meal of the thing for perhaps ten minutes, stopping him only when she suspected he might be ready to come.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she would ask him each time. He seemed indecisive.
"You may if you wish," she would tell him. "But you will enjoy the rest if you make it last ... and last ... and last."
He chose to make it last, because, just as she had suspected, he was man enough to want more of her body than merely her mouth and the squeezing of her breasts and nipples as he fucked that mouth. Her finger embedded in his anus seemed to drive him wild, and for an instant she felt certain that he might just go ahead and fire his sperm into her gulping mouth. But the next time she asked: "Do you want to come this way?" he replied, gaspingly:
"I-I want to suck your tits....I want to suck your cunt."
She smiled, her jaws slightly tired from the prolonged taking in of the stabbing hard-on, and stretched out on her side on the cot with her back against the wood-paneled wall. Instantly, he began sucking on her tits like a hungry child. Nursing, he couldn't make up his mind which big nipple to suck the most and, always, there was the delicious threat that he would suddenly descend to her cunt and cobble there. He grunted; his mouth was a milking machine....
Yes, that's what he had in mind all right, for finally his finger-fuckine of her pussy didn't seem to be enough. Still, she felt he needed further instruction.
"Not yet, Dick," she cooed patiently, gaspingly. "Play with the love-button a little more. Yes ... just that way ... good ... No, a little higher and-and don't press quite so hard! Ummmm, fine, you'll be a magnificent lover after this ... Ohhhhh. yessss. Suck tit, Dick, and do play with the clit gently-but-steadily until I tell you I'm ready for you to lick it."
The time came for him to eat cunt. They both knew it. He wanted it bad and she was ready for the male mouth gulping up her juices. The boy had good instincts, because he lingered long and lovingly en route to her hot and gushing hole at her rounded stomach. He kissed and palmed; licked at her protruding tummy, sticking his tongue into her navel as he continued his clit massage.
Her hips were rising up from the rough-textured blanket now in readiness for the settling of his gulping mouth on her cunt. She decided he should learn some "fuck talk." It seemed important that a boy should know women used the "good words" also, especially when getting fucked or being eaten. Girls his age were naive....
"You gonna suck my pussy, baby?" she asked. "Are you? Hmm? Answer me! Say it, Dickee, hmmm? Gonna eat mama's love hole?"
"Yeah ... gonna eat it," he responded.
"Gonna lick my pussy hole, aren't you darling? You can make mama come that way ... but I'd rather you fuck me after you eat me a while. Ohhhhh, yeah ... eat my cunt and then suck me. But eat me for a long time first, hmmm? Okayeeeee? Hmmmm? Say it...."
"Gonna eat your cunt for a longggg time," he said.
"Nice ... ummm ... tease everything with your finger while you lick my tummy, yes. Then make my pussy juicier than ever so it'll be gooey for yummy cock when it sticks inside my pussy-cunt. Ummmm...."
"Gonna make it soo juicy ... gooey. Yeah, then I wanna fuck it."
June herself was shuddering all over as she felt the manly, slightly-bearded cheeks moving lower, lower, until it was there inhaling-yes, his nose right inside her quim as he gasped and kissed and clutched beneath to lift her ass cheeks, to make a platform of the cunt he wanted to gulp.
Gently, June Horvath took the boy's cheeks in her palms. "Honey, take each cunt lip inside your mouth and suck on it for a long time. Then get the little inner lips-suck on those, too, and take them gently inside your mouth. You can nibble and lick at the inside cheeks of my ass, too. And all the time, every once in a while, keep coming back to the love-button. I mean, that's really where it's at! Ummmm, good ... soooo goooooood! Oh, Dick, nice."
Quite suddenly, it came to June that men really needed very little instruction when it came to eating a cunt. They were really quite good improvisers, each a bit different in style, but as long as they genuinely enjoyed themselves a girl enjoyed herself too. Yes, it was a good deal like cocksucking. The styles varied, but unless you were dealing with mere "servicing" or in the hands of a clod it was all very, very delicious business.
Strange, without prompting, the boy now had his tongue right up her asshole while his finger still worked on her clit! Too, too beautee-fulll! Providing you liked it, of course. And she was liking it a lot! There weren't that many really good reamers, at least not willing ones, but this lad was a natural.
And then his chin was filling up the central cavity while his tongue bathed and teased and steadily stabbed at her clitoris. The sound of her juices and his gulping mouth, the clash of earthy gurgling a sexual geyser in her ears, he finger-fucked her asshole at the same time. She thrust up hard now, directing his tempo, and he responded beautifully, gorgeously.
But then she had to stop him!
So close, whew! Nearly a crashing orgasm. No, she wanted his rod driving home, filling her as his breath rasped in her ear. She wanted his prick fucking her when she came!
"Stop! No, not yet! Dick! Stop it! I want to fuck! Not yet!"
She had to drag his sopping-wet face from her gurgling cunt hole, and she barely got him away in time. She appeased him by letting him gobble on her tits until the near-orgasm had passed sufficiently into the distance to cease to be a menace.
But now he was mounting her, coming far up onto her chest, holding his engorged gristle-hunk in his fist. "Ohhh, yes!" she screamed as he began fucking between her tits. She propped her head up against the bunched up pillow so that she could lick the tip of his cock each time it peeked through the squeezed-together crack of her tits.
She encouraged him until, once again, his prick began stabbing into her mouth. He liked this position, loved it! He began grunting so loud she was certain the tennis players outside could hear. With each mighty and desperate lunge he emitted a grunt-gasp. Both of his calloused hands were working on her tits, squeezing the nipples as she had directed, and then she took one wrist and showed him how to finger her cunt at the same time he fucked her face. "Ahhh," he gasped.
As he fucked her face that way, she massaged his balls with one hand and lightly tantalized his tiny erect nipples. His gasps became awesome, agonizing, great and desperate groans from the depth of his being. She sensed that he might come and, for an instant, she almost welcomed the flow of thick male spend so that she could gulp it down her throat at the precise moment he brought her off with his wagging finger on her clit. She stuck her finger up his ass then, which brought him to the brink, and to her amazement he voluntarily withdrew his pulsing, now-enormous erection.
"Yesss, darling. Fuck me! Stick it in my hole and stick my pussy good, baby," June cried.
All young Dick could say, over and over again, was: "I gotta fuck! Gotta fuck!" And he was descending, his rod in his hands and ready for the insertion into the ooze of her cunt-pie.
"Gotta fuck!" Dick gasped, at last in position. "Gonna fuck!"
And then, to her horror, June Horvath saw the older man attired in tennis shorts standing in the door. He had opened it and he stood there with his big hard-on in his right hand.
"Me too," the older man with the enormous hard-on said as he advanced. "Me too. I gotta fuck too."
Dick jumped, glancing over his shoulder. "George!" he cried. "Oh, God! George, I-I...."
Dick seemed to want to apologize, but apology seemed impossible at this most crucial of sexual moments.
"Stay right where you are, boy," George said. "After all I'm the boss, right? Stay right there, Dick. We'll both fuck. That is, if it's all right with the lovely lady. Or-or maybe even if it isn't."
Neither George or Dick could possibly know it, but the sight of a second man, hard-on in his hand, was the most beautiful surprise June Horvath could imagine! He was a tall man-virile, about 40.
"Yessssss!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Let's all fuck and suck! Ummm, oh god, yessss!"
George was a cool one-obviously a veteran at approaching a woman, maybe even a veteran at the "group" thing. "Stay right where you are boy. Just drag her ass over to the edge of the cot, so you can-fuck her sort of standing up. I want you vertical, Dick, so I can climb up on her chest and let her gobble my prick while you slam it to her. Uh-is that all right with you, ma'am?"
June realized where young Dick had learned to say "ma'am." She shuddered with anticipation, eying the enormity of George's long, thick wanger that he held in his hand. He was jerking on it slowly, for her inspection, obviously knowing that at this stage it would arouse her mightily.
June reached out as young Dick dragged her ass to the edge of the cot and pleaded with her hand for George to let her feel its hot and throbbing immensity. George stepped forward, let her grope it for a minute with desperate, fluttering fingers, and then he stepped out of his shorts and came and sat astride her chest. She tried to engulf his stout shaft immediately, but the devil teased her. He grasped her throat gently, holding her back and, leering, just played with himself in close view of her gulping lips.
"Go ahead and stick the meat to the lady, Dick," he commanded, and young Dick said: "Yes, sir."
June felt the boy's cock, iron-hard and eager, press slowly between her mercury-slick, gushing cunt lips and up against her cervix. She bent her pelvis downward to better feel its rigidity within her oven-hot pleasure cave.
"Fuck her real easy, boy," George said. "We got us a hot one here. No use hurryin' her. I git the feelin' she'll do most anything." He cackled lewdly, and pressed his hard rod against her chin. "Lick the end of it," he commanded, releasing his hold on her throat just a little.
June had to extend her tongue with great effort, because he wouldn't let go entirely of her throat. He was making her earn every slight contact she could make with the oozing cockhead. She wanted it all inside her mouth. She wanted the whole tennis-racket-handle-like flesh hunk in her greedy mouth. But he was making her beg for it, the bastard! It struck June as the height of irony that she had begun a teasing game with young Dick, and now she was herself a victim of sorts. It was she who was the one being used, teased, tantalized.
"Ohhhhh," June groaned as young Dick slowly, steadily worked his deliciously bone hard prong in and out of her contracting hole. "Please?" she whispered to George, imploring him with her eyes, gripping the meaty monster at the base and trying to cram it inside her waiting mouth.
"Sure, sugar," he said, cackling again, and then with one mighty thrust, he slammed the thing to the back of her throat and grabbed at the back of her head until she choked and gagged. Crazily, the sadistic bastard knew what he was doing, for she knew she was being "cheap" and a "whore" this day, and it was as if she deserved a certain degree of abuse.
Gradually, George eased off, letting his giant, swollen meat retreat so that she could make a meal of the thing. God, it was huge I She loved administering to its pulsing drippings while the cock below fucked at a steady but excited pace. What a contrast! she thought. Below, an eager boy all trembling and overjoyed with such a happening, while up above on her chest a veteran cocksman who knew when he had a woman at his sexual mercy.
"Fuck her in the ass if you want, Dick," George said, smiling down at June's desperate mouthing of his hard-on. "Take my word. This bitch'll go for anything, won't you?"
June tried to nod, her thoughts a blur of crazed lust as the two cocks abused her, used her, took her to slow and steady cock heaven. She swallowed, bobbing her head, groping big hairy balls.
"Say, little lady, would you like a few more cocks to make you happy, huh? Shit, I mean, we could get a hard-on for each hand, and one to plug you in the ass. How'd you like to have a hard-on in each hand to jerk off, and one in your cunt and one in your ass while I stick your throat this way? Bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
June could barely hear his words, but everything within her begged to fulfill what he had had just described. Visions of hard, spewing cocks filled her head. She wanted hard pricks stabbing her everywhere. Oh, yes ... yes ... yes ... She had gone temporarily cock-crazy and she knew it, but she didn't care.
Big George withdrew his saliva-slick member, glistening in the dim light-daylight-that showed through the partly-open door. "Wanna few more hard-ons, lady? All very confidential, but if you want 'em, I can recruit a few willing guys from the courts. You're on a sexual holiday, right? I know your type. Right?"
June could barely form the words with her swollen lips. Suddenly she felt so ashamed, so cheap. But this bastard knew exactly where she was coming from this day. He knew; he understood ; he was having a field day.
"Yes, oh, yes," she found herself blurting. "Get me more cocks. Get me all the cocks you want! I want them, fucking me, sticking me. I want to see them and suck them and fuck them." She was astonished at the sound of her own voice shrieking. "GET ME MORE PRICKS, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
George's face was a hideous leer as he slapped her across the face with his heavy hard-on and climbed off, like a cowboy dismounting. "Stay right where you are, Dick Keep fuckin' this bitch nice and easy. But if you make her come, I'll kill ya, hear?" He shook his head. "I'm gonna git us at least two more pricks for the li'l lady-three if I can round 'em up. Whooeee! We got ourselves a lady nymph for a day. Yahoo! This don't happen too of ten!"
He slipped into his jock and shorts, placing his prick up under the waist-band so it wouldn't show, June guessed, and then he exited. With George gone, June tried to speed young Dick's fucking efforts, but he just plugged away, slowly, holding back, waiting as he had been instructed by his boss. June babbled fuck words at the young boy as he shoved his meat deep into her hole. She was waiting ... waiting ... desperately for George's return.
Oh, a washcloth in a hot tub was never like this, she thought. If George could return with more stabbing, hard pricks her sexual fantasies would at last come true-at least partially. She prayed that George would succeed in bringing back more cocks-great, hard, meaty monsters for her to have her way with.
"Fuck me harder, Dick!" she commanded. "Damn it! Can't you fuck a girl harder than that? Come down hard, hard, harder!" But the boy wouldn't obey. He merely continued his workman-like fucking, sticking it steadily to her.
"Work on my clit, damn it!" she screamed. "Finger the clit while you fuck!"
"C-can't," the boy gasped. "Gotta wait for G-George ... and the others ... gotta wait...."
And he simply went on fucking mechanically, stalling for time.
CHAPTER FOUR
When George returned with the two other men, June at first felt terror. It was as if she had suddenly become the victim of a gangbang. But with the cock still working in and out of her spasming vagina, and the fact that they were good-looking tennis-types, clean-cut and all in their 20's, her fear vanished and she stared at them, eager for them to take their pricks out.
They were staring at her even more eagerly.
"Jesus," one of them said, "you weren't kidding, George! But are you sure she wants all of us?"
The three men stood, mouths open, watching young Dick's bare ass bobbing as he steadily plugged at her cunt, her legs spread and her heels wrapped about the backs of his knees.
"Yeah, she wants all of us," George said, dropping his pants. "Don't you, honey? Well, tell the gentlemen-that is, if you want 'em-to get their pricks out and go to work on you. Speak, baby!"
June found herself twitching. When she spoke, her voice sounded low and perverse, even degenerate. "Yesss," she hissed. "Take your cocks out. I-I want to see them all out, please. Get them hard and let me play with them and-and suck them. I want to do everything to your hard pricks!"
The taller of the two young men with George, a very sophisticated type with black hair and a cleft chin, said: "Hmm, truly a strange case." He dropped his pants and already June could see that his prick was standing at attention. A medium-sized prick with a very lovely pair of very full, high-riding balls. "George, are you sure it's safe? I mean, I hope we don't have ourselves a drugged young lady here."
The other fellow was blond, his prick rather small as he stepped out of his white tennis shorts, but it was exceptionally thick. He said: "I hope she isn't diseased, George. I mean, you don't suppose she has the clap or anything."
"Fuck, no!" George rasped. "Can't you guys see this here's a high-class HI lady? She's prob'ly just pissed off at her old man or somethin'. I seen this kind of action before. It's gonna be a ball. Let's get going."
"Where will we begin? Fuck her one at a time?" the blond one asked.
"Shit, no! Listen, I'll direct the show. Just follow directions." George patted the steadily fucking Dick on the shoulder. "OK, boy, I know its tough, but pull your wanger out for a sec while we all git situated."
Young Dick, with effort, pulled his prick out of the squirming body beneath him and stood up, breathing hard, shuddering. He looked about as though he might like to stick his exposed cock into anything-a knot hole, a light socket, anything.
June lay with her legs wide apart, enjoying the men feasting their eyes on her firm body, her curvaceous nakedness. She cupped her breasts in her hands, staring at their exposed hard-ons.
"Take t-them in your hands," she said, almost whispering. "Put them in your fists and jerk on them so I can watch. Then someone-all of you-fuck me! Do vile things to me. Anything you want. You can do anything. All of you-"
"Just be patient, lady," George said. "Incidentally, what's your name?"
June hesitated, reluctant for just a moment to give her real name. Then she didn't care. "June," she said. "My name's June and I want you all to do me!"
They all laughed-all except the pitiful Dick who was still looking for someplace to stick his cunt-wet prick.
"That's exactly what we have in mind, June. I mean, you're looking at four hard-ons that don't exactly expect to dilly-dally," George said, grinning. "But this does call for a-well, a bit of planning. Let's see. Get up for a second, June."
George lifted her to her feet. "Put the mattress down on the floor, boys." They eased the thin mattress, blanket and all, onto the floor, and then George told June to lie down and spread her legs. "No," he changed his mind, "on second thought, you better get down on all-fours."
June assumed the instructed position, her ass in the air and her elbows against the mattress. She wanted something to fill her twat fast. She was getting desperate for some more fucking-at least as temporary hors d'oeuvres until the group could make up its mind who was going to do what to her.
"Oh, shit I!" George said, angrily.
"What's wrong?" young Dick asked.
"I shoulda got another dude-one for her asshole, one for her cunt, one for each hand, and one for her mouth. What the hell was I thinking of?"
"I-I could go and get Phil," the tall dark-haired one said.
June was going crazy with desire; the waiting was sheer torture to her waiting twat
"No, I guess we can make do with what we've got. This room's too crowded already. OK, Dick, slide under there and fuck her from the bottom. Slam it to her steady but not too hard."
"Cunt or asshole?" Bill inquired. He had apparently waited this long, so he wanted to be absolutely certain of his assignment
"Take her cunt," George said. "Fuck her from below in the pussy and suck on one of her tits."
Instantly, Dick slid under June and she felt his cock ram home.
"Ahhh," she sighed. "Angh, I thought it would never get back inside there." She rode him eagerly and offered her right nipple.
"Me, t-too," Dick said, mouthing the extended tit.
June wondered who was going to do what. She could hardly wait It was getting more and more like her solitary masturbation sessions in the bath-tub. She wanted to feel cocks everywhere-stabbing, probing, sticking-and she wanted to hear the male gasps and grunts as they derived incredible satisfaction from her female body.
"She's already given my dong a helluva good sucking, so why don't you fuck her in the face, Rod, while I fuck her in the ass? Bill, you can just let her jerk you off and play with your balls and asshole. She loves that. Then, every once in a while, you can alternate with Rod and let her lick your meat while she plays with Rod's cock and balls."
June's chest heaved with anticipation as she thought of George's big wanger sticking her in the asshole and sucking the tall, dark-haired fellow's nicely-contoured prick. George was calling the dark-haired one, Rod, and the blond one with the short, thick prick, Bill.
"Okay, gang, this here girl's real nice stuff, so let's treat her with respect, I mean, no rough stuff. Just give her what she craves."
Immediately, June saw Rod kneeling before her, his hard-on in his hand, offering it to her mouth. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth. Then she was bobbing her head and gulping cock while Dick below filled her gushing cunt with steady, firm strokes. The blond, Bill, with the short but very thick prong put his meat in her hand and she groped greedily at the hanging balls and stout hot meat. It was just about as good as it could get, she thought, and then she felt big George behind her, easing the enormity of his male meat into the tight, puckered aperture of her asshole. She would have screamed out in joy, but her mouth was full of prick.
June felt certain she could not possibly have accommodated George's hard-on in her asshole if it were not for the fact of all the simultaneous distraction. Heavenly distraction! God, she was seeing stars as she gulped the firm cock that glanced fiercely off the roof of her mouth-as young Dick below nursed greedily and alternately from tit to tit, as she ran her lustful hand all over Bill's dribbling cock and balls and stuck her middle finger from time to time in his asshole.
And steadily, relentlessly, like some giant that added pleasure with each inserting inch, there was the onslaught of George's flesh-probe. Fortunately, despite his gruff manner, he was not out to hurt her. He understood he had to go easy and he was giving her just a little at a time so as not to split her wide apart. Every once in a while he would pause, stick his finger alongside Dick's cock that pumped at her cunt, gather some lubricant and use it to make his entrance a frictionless affair-at least as far as possible.
Most exciting of all, though, was the male noise that filled her ears. There were urgent grunts and breath-blasts as each man went about his urgent mission to embed his tool, to find sexual gratification from her waiting body. The boy who fucked her face, Rod, was murmuring like some demented ancient priest as she nursed on his bone-hard prong. Dick maintained a steady "angh, angh, angh" as he plugged away. Bill, whose prick she worked on with her hand was pleading for more attention; he held her wrist, directing the hand to his balls or asshole or prick, however it suited him. Even the veteran and somewhat callous George was emitting long, low groans now that he had managed to embed his huge meat wedge about half-way into her slowly, expanding bung hole.
Four of them! June thought. Four male pricks, all with a desperate mission! Suddenly, beside herself with sexual delight such as she had never dreamed possible, she tore Rod's hard-on from between her lips and screamed.
"PUCK ME, YOU BASTARDS! ALL OF YOU! OH, JEEEE-SSSUUUSSSSS! GrVB IT TO ME! I-I LOVE EVERY FUCKING ONE OF YOU! GOD, I LOVE IT! HARDER! HARDER! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!"
Blond Bill, whose tool she had been groping, chose this opportunity to switch places with Rod, whose prick she had been ingesting. For just a moment she feared there would be a fight-like the awful clawing things over female bitches in heat between lustful male dogs-but somehow Bill got his prick into her mouth without being attacked by Rod. She managed to pacify poor Rod, whose prick was suddenly exposed to cool air instead of the warmth of her gulping mouth, by shoving her finger up his asshole to the knuckle. This settled him down, and then she was groping his balls and, finally, steadily working his flesh sheath up and down over the hard gristly exterior of his rock-like erection.
The small room then became a veritable symphony of male grunts and groans of need and urgent guttural murmurings. It was delicious music to June's ears. Every violent and secret and uncensored dream of her girlhood was coming true. Males all about her, inside her, their stabbing, great erections taking her to the sexual heights.
At times she felt certain she would pass out, fade from consciousness from the ecstasy of having a prick in her cunt her ass, her mouth-and, yes, even one in her hand to fondle and savor. From behind, George had his huge flesh spear entirely up her rear-door, plugging her relentlessly, jolting her so that it became difficult to manipulate the pulsing prick in her mouth. Several times, young Bill's rod slipped out of her mouth, oozing goo onto her chin, and each time she frantically had to release her hold on Rod's hard meat in order to pop the eager organ back into her mouth.
She was rocking first forward, then backward; as the big cocks slammed her fore and aft. Then, too, there was the steady upthrusting of Dick's pelvis as he drove into her hard, lifting her slightly. She began to mew in an insane high-pitched sound that was neither euphony nor cacophony. Yes, as she sucked prick she emitted a kind of subdued grunt-squeal. Her sounds inspired the men to new heights.
"Git her good!" George rasped to Bill who fucked June's mouth. "Yeah, she wants it all the way down her throat ... so give her what she wants. Yeah ... yeah ... yeah!" he grunted, slamming his pelvis harder and harder against the cheeks of her ass.
The sensations were not of this world and, once again, June felt that she would pass out from the excruciating pleasure. Several times she grew over-zealous and squeezed Rod's balls too hard. He would jerk her wrist hard then and force her to finger his asshole until the pain had passed. Only then would he permit her desperate groping of his engorged penis.
June swayed with the storm-the sexual storm of lust-crazed men who were having their "evi!" ways with her body. Dick's mouth on her swollen nipples gulped almost cruelly. Big George held her hips firmly, sometimes releasing one hand to harshly rotate one cheek of her ass as he stabbed with a fury.
"Angh, Ah, Agh!" he grunted.
"L-Let's swap a-again," Rod said to Bill, who was palming both of June's cheeks as he stabbed his prick deeper and deeper into her throat.
"Nah, man....Shit. Oh, no!" Bill cried. "I gotta keep my prick in this baby's mouth for the rest of m-my life! Oh, Jesus, w-what a cocksucker!"
"Goddamit!" Rod yelled, "Move over! I gotta get my prick in that honey's throat again. I-It's cold out here. G-Gettin' jerked off isn't t-the same as that red-hot m-mouth!"
It seemed strange that men in the throes of fucking, gang-bang slam-suck and fucking all sounded pretty much a-like. Gone were the traces of superior purrs to their voices that had been there prior to their mounting her. Yes, their voices filled June's ears and she knew then that all men were a-like in this most urgent of missions-the mission of getting off. They might have been college professors, or they might have been laborers; they might have been artists or they might have been servants.
It didn't matter. Men all sounded the same when mounted-up. June knew this truth and it excited her. She, June, the suburban bored housewife had inspired total honesty in these male animals, and they used and abused her body now for their own needs without any trace of feigned sophistication.
In a cunt, there are no phonies! she thought, head-tripping briefly, then shuddering and mindless again. Cock ... everywhere cock ... cocks ... hard pricks penetrating her....
As Rod switched places with Bill, June's mouth gulped vacantly, the momentary void agonizing. Were they arguing? Fighting? She couldn't be sure.
She took this opportunity to reach back and grope George's balls as she slammed his meat hard into her expanded asshole.
"Oh, yeah," George grunted through clenched teeth. "Squeeze 'em good, sugar, and-and pretty soon Uncle George is gonna hose your ass out. Oh, yeah!"
June then reached down and grabbed young Dick's hair and savagely slammed her left breast at his face while he raised his firm, strong buttocks up from the mattress, plunging his swollen manhood as if he were going for her ribs.
"Ahhhhhh!" June screamed, her mouth no longer muffled with male meat. "Suck tit, you bastard!" she screamed.
There was only the sound of saliva friction and suction as his mouth parted from her erect nipple for a fraction of a second.
"George!" June screamed, "Give it all to me! Don't hold back! Fuck my asshole, baby! Oh, fuck it! Fuck it hard! Harder! Can't you fuck my asshole harder than that?"
"Angh, Agh, Agh," came George's brutal reply as he rotated her ass cheeks still farther apart with both palms of his hands.
June loved the feel of all the tennis players' calloused hands as they roamed her body, tugging her this way and that way, using her, bending her to their need. And, ironically, their seeking to fulfill their own lust cravings made her delirious cravings still more acute, more primitive, more desperate.
Bill and Rod had finally settled their fight over who would have the next right to her mouth, for suddenly Rod held her by the ears and with one mighty thrust, embedded his cooled meat deep into her throat.
June gagged in response, but her involuntary throat convulsions were the most exquisite pleasure-pain she had had ever known. And then, as if some secret dream were coming true, she heard Rod crying helplessly.
"I-I'm gonna come," he stammered, spasming all over. "Oh, Christ, I can't hold back any longer. Gonna come ... gonna come right now....Can't hold back! Can't! Can't-Can't!"
June realized then, of course, that all the men could not possibly have gotten their rocks off simultaneously. Somehow she had imagined that they would all orgasm together, but now at this evidence that the boy's prick in her mouth could hold back no longer, she knew the fallacy of her earlier reasoning-if reasoning was what it was. No, it was far stranger than reasoning. It was totally irrational; it harked back to some primeval female being fucked in a cave, or in a forest or a jungle by a group of roving hunters-with tennis-racket-like cocks, with a desperate female hunger, asserting their strength and domination over a solitary and helpless female.
A female who loved the fucking, the violation of it all....
Now the ultimate dream came true-something, she sensed, that had been at the core of all her solitary masturbatory sessions since she had first reached puberty, since the first time she had played with her maturing nipples and fingered herself to completion. How long ago? So long ago ... she could not remember.
Yes, now the ultimate moment had arrived, for while big cocks slammed her from behind and from below, the heads of their flesh spears colliding between her asshole and her vagina, she felt Rod's grip become vise-like, clamp about the back of her head and neck as he readied himself to fire his scalding sperm-load into her waiting throat.
"Ohhhh!" he yelled. "Going off! Going off now!"
His announcement seemed to drive the others to still more-frenzied slamming, and they screamed: "GO! YEAH, SQUIRT IT, MAN! FIRE IT RIGHT IN HER MOUTH!"
In any other context, it would have been degradation, but to June at this moment it was sheer ecstasy, sexual heaven. Eagerly, she managed to open her throat still more in readiness, and somehow she managed to clench her lips about the extended pulsing prick in order to feel the surge of the sperm flow. Yes, she wanted to be able to taste and savor its tanginess as it fired its load.
"UNLOADING NOW!" Rod screamed. "UN-LOAD-ING! AHHHHHHHH!"
June felt the lad's balls jolting as he screamed; then came the long awaited goo-blasts: squirt, slurp, drip, ooze. She felt the flow as it passed her lips, flowing over the rear of her tongue and tickling its way down her throat into her tummy.
The hot clump-globs of sperm were delicious, and when Rod ceased his thrusting entirely, June was able to back away with her head, removing the prick from the sheath of her throat and concentrate on nursing the last drops of the male nectar directly from the bulbous, pulsing head. She twirled her tongue hungrily about its lollipop-like end, really sucking intensely and flicking her tongue in and out of the tiny slit to draw still more love juice from the depths of the testicles. As she did this, she squeezed his furry balls as if they were some precious sponge, coaxing out the last of his oozings.
Never before in her life had she managed to savor the delightful male love juice while getting plugged hard and steadily in cunt and asshole. She could not cease her labor of love on the lately-spewed giant. Finally, poor Rod had to tear her vacuum-like mouth away from his prick violently. Then he lay spent, panting, murmuring over and over again: "The best blowjob I ever had....
No sooner had she swallowed the last of Rod's love juice than the other lad, Bill, shifted his prick from her piston-like hand to her mouth!
Just before he inserted his dripping pecker between her lips, she knew she had found sexual paradise, for while the two big pricks still slammed hard, she was going to be treated to a second spewing of sperm from young Bill. Too good to be true! One load to digest while being fucked vaginally and anally, and then a second love-load for her tingling palate!
To further escalate her excruciating pleasure, Big George began stimulating her clit as he banged her butt hole. June wagged her ass appreciatively and and went, once again, to serious work on the fresh prick stabbing at the roof of her mouth. It was a shorter organ, but thicker, and she loved the contrast. She wished she had an army of dribbling cocks to mouth and tantalize and nurse on until they poured forth their spend into her gulping oral orifice.
Why couldn't she have two pricks stabbing at her mouth simultaneously? she wondered. Oh, if only she could suck two cocks while two cocks fucked her body holes. But she would have to content herself with the males at hand (and mouth and cunt and ass hole) until she could force prude Gene Lewis to take her to The Caves. The Caves? Good God! she thought. How can I be thinking of still greater stimulation when I'm getting all I handle? Still, something deep within her craved still more depravity, still more frenzied and bizarre sex. She wanted it all-everything there was!
Now the pace of the uninterrupted stimulation was getting to her. As the male meat stabbed at her, she began to convulse. The female body can tolerate only so much pleasure, she told herself, but still her ecstasy mounted, rose, crescendoing crazily, and somehow she was able to tolerate the effect of one long and continuing orgasmic current. No, she had not yet climaxed, at least not fully, but the effect was as if she were constantly coming, climaxing, the steady friction of driving male organs acting as conductors of a kind of sexual shuddering she had not dreamed possible!
Was the boy's prick in her mouth about to spew forth its spend? She could not be sure, but she did not care. He could come, or he could not come. As long as the two big pricks slammed into her, banged her, drove her from side to side and rocked her forward and backward, she did not care. He could come when he pleased-whenever he pleased. To encourage him, though, she jiggled his testicles in a rapid motion for a full minute, and then she reached back and drove her middle finger up his asshole until he emitted a gasp of awesome proportions.
"Jess-susss!" he groaned, working his torso in a circular motion now at her face. "Oh, Jess-susss ... I never n-never felt a-anything I-like it be-forrrrr...
Then, without any real warning, the boy began unloading. At first, June thought it was her imagination, for the taste of sperm from Rod was still fresh in her mouth. But, yes, it was actually true! The boy was quietly firing his load into her mouth. A sneaky little bastard, he was....
"AHHHHHHH!" he wailed, and that was the first verbal evidence of his coming. Yes, there it came, blasting its way into her mouth that slurped noisily, narrowing the walls to provide maximum contact and drink in every drop. Ummm, she thought, this had tastes even sweeter than the first! Was that possible? Did the loads get yummier and yummier all the time, or was it simply her imagination? God, it was like pure spring water, but thicker-the nectar of young male balls was soooo delicious!
Greedily, she gulped down his ball-spend, massaging the final drops from his mammoth flesh-straw, just as she had with Rod. Then Bill lay spent on the floor, spent and gasping, his hard-on gradually dwindling away to nothing, just like Rod's. June felt a new exhilaration. She had conquered two males; she had never thought of it that way, but she knew she had met and defeated two gouging hard-ons. There they were-limp and sexed-out before her.
Two down, she thought, and two to go!
It was crazy thinking, she knew, but she did not care. She had reached the point where she was indulging herself in sexual hallucination. Her reasoning, from the steady orgasm-like stimulation, had her thinking and behaving as never before. Yes, this most bizarre of behavior had to result in equally bizarre thinking. She did not censor herself; she merely let it flow freely, letting her thoughts meander where they might. In fact, secretly, she wished she could coax the two sexually shot-down young men over within groping distance, so that she could have one pair of balls in each hand when the men fucking her asshole and cunt finally went off themselves.
But that was out of the question. Both of them lay twitching, lost in their own recapitulations of what had just transpired.
Now June dedicated herself to experiencing the maximum pleasure possible from the thrusting male organs that plugged her ass and cunt. She bore down hard on Dick, who had truly displayed marathon ability.
"Come!" she screamed, for in truth she was getting a trifle sore. "Come you motherfucker! Shoot your jizz up in my cunt! I've drunk down two hot loads while you've been plugging away at my cunt! Come! Do you hear me? I said, come!"
June now reveled in her hallucination. Her words sounded strange to her own ears, but she found herself muttering obscenities she did not remember even hearing ever before. She bent down and gulped greedily all over young Dick's face as he spasmed, still managing to feed steady pumps of dick into her clenching cunt She stuck her tongue in his mouth; she bit his lip hard. With one hand she reached back and grasped big George's cock at the base and squeezed.
"Goddamit, George! How tight do you want it? Huh? My asshole's as tight as anything you'll ever fuck! So come, baby! Come! I want you both to come together, do you hear?"
They both muttered that they heard.
Bending far back, still riding Dick's bone-hard prong, June reached as far as possible and managed to stick her index finger up George's asshole. His response was instant Apparently, he needed the additional stimulus of anal teasing-so jaded was he-for now he plowed into her asshole with renewed vigor. Next she managed to get her other hand beneath Dick's pumping ass and stick a middle finger into his asshole, too.
He, too, stepped up his tempo and June screamed: "I wanna feel two streams of hot come at once! When I yell fire, I wanna feel those balls jolting and that hot sperm pumping into both of my holes!"
They both grunted that they understood and she could tell they were willing to comply when ordered. But could they? God, she hoped so. She couldn't stand much more of this all-out fucking of her cunt and asshole at the same time. The heads of the cocks were colliding with a fury, as if at war within the inferno of her womb. She felt triumphant, exhilarated, for she knew that few females had ever known (or would ever know) the sensations she had experienced this day. Mind-blowing was an understatement!
One finger of each hand in each of their assholes, June spurred them on to furious heights. She was grinding the entire lower half of her body with everything she could muster and, gradually, the three of them worked out a simple yet complex rhythm whereby the pricks within her were gnashing and discovering new and untouched erogenous zones within her. She even visualized the word erogenous, though she wasn't certain it applied.
Her fingers drove harder into the rectums of the men who plugged her holes. The gasps and grunts rose in volume, crazily, hysterical and unrestrained. June felt the seismic thunder approaching. The first wave was cresting, spreading throughout her cunt and rectum, running electrically and awesomely up and down her spine.
She threw her head back, nearly blacking out
"AHHHHH ... OHHHHH! COME, YOU BASTARDS! I'M ALMOST THEREEEEE!"
By now, young Dick could only squeak his response. "Me, tooo!" he managed. "I'm coming toooo!"
At this point, big George's flesh log rammed her rear hole so hard he was nearly forcing Dick's probing rod as it raced for the finish out of its fiery, oozing nest. It required incredible control on June's part just to keep poor Dick from getting shot out of the box!
And then, at last, big George announced his impending climax. "Oh, yeah," he said, repeating it over and over again. "Oh, yeah ... Oh, yeah ... Oh, yeah. Gonna let it fly now! Christ, that tight little ass ... that tight little ass ... Oh, yeah ... that tight little ass. I'm lettin' it fly ... lettin' it fly!!! Oh shit ... THEERRRRREE!"
The ooze from George's big dong was running down June's legs. It was heavenly. Both men were sweating profusely and there was the taste of come in her mouth and man-and-woman sex-juice all over her ass and the insides of her legs and it was like nothing mortals could know about....
Both men were firing their loads. June could feel the big male flesh spouts geysering, jolting. Spasming all over, she threw her head far back against her back and wailed at the top of her lungs.
"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE ... AH-UH-OH-AAAAAAHHHHOOOOOO!"
And then it was over. She fell forward onto her side, leaving both pricks sticking into nothing. She could not think about trying to ease them back to this earth gradually, for she had lost consciousness. Her head hit the mattress, but she was only vaguely aware of the contact.
CHAPTER FIVE
At home, June felt grubby, dirty, guilty. For a long time, she stared at herself in the big bedroom mirror and wondered how she could have permitted four strange men to use her body so vilely. Just the "guilts", she told herself. Everybody, all over the world is getting off with animals, weird 'perverts, "street people." So I had a little fling with three well-washed tennis-type guys. So what? You know you want to swing, you know you still need the excitement of The Caves and crave whatever lies in store for you there, so cut out the old self-flagellation. You're grown-up now; you don't want to be a "square" any longer. So dump those guilty feelings. Take a nice hot bath and get on about the business of living, baby.
Once the tub was filled with steaming water, June eased her pawed and sexually-sated body into the heat of it and lay almost totally immersed, her knees up, her shoulders flat, her head propped up against the back of the gleaming white porcelain tub. Carefully but leisurely, she ran the soapy washcloth over her breasts and then, raising her buttocks, she scrubbed her vagina, her somewhat torn rectum. The cloth felt so good, a kind of balm for the "guilts" she had felt as well as a purifier of her violated, smooth, firm-soft curves. She sighed, closing her eyes.
Briefly, she let her mind dwell on just how much George, young Dick, Rod and Bill must have enjoyed her body, her sex-crazed state of mind. Yes, it must have been truly wonderful for them. And, of course, it had been a bodyand mind-blowing affair for her. Suddenly, without even realizing it, she had lowered her hands from her erect nipples to her vagina. She raised herself again slightly and let her fingers probe and explore her cunt and asshole. Yes, she thought, it must have been sheer heaven for them ... their big, hard cocks had poked her in her most pleasurable and secret of places.
Involuntarily, she began fingering both of her holes. She even placed the washcloth in her mouth and began reliving the cocksucking of Bill and Rod. She could recall almost perfectly the tangy, somewhat salty flavor of their sperm as it had spurted into her mouth. She bit down on the washcloth and drank down the water that oozed from it. "Ummmm," she groaned aloud, and then, despite herself, she was fingering her clit and finger-fucking her holes hard, at the same time.
In a few minutes she came, gasping, almost sitting upright in the tub, it was such an intense orgasm. She did not question the perversity of her desire to masturbate so soon after incredible orgasms from four men. All she knew was that it felt good, and now that the "guilts" had gone away she felt joy at the discovery that she was a sexual animal after all-slowly but surely losing her crippling inhibitions. She had even visualized and conjured up the memory of the four men assaulting her body as she had climaxed here in the tub.
When her shuddering had passed, June just lay in the warmth of the water, totally relaxed. She reached up with her toe and turned the hot water tap on until the wet cocoon in which she lay became still hotter. Almost immediately her mind toyed with The Caves again. True, she had been angry, terribly angry with Gene Lewis for letting her down, but she saw clearly that her only route to the sort of frantic "group sex" she still craved (something even to top the experience at the tennis pro shop) rested with Gene. Was that true? she asked herself suddenly. Couldn't she make a few discreet inquiries about The Caves and locate the premises and the times and dates of the assemblages on her own? Perhaps....
June toweled herself dry very carefully, turning this possibility over in her mind. Then she dressed in fresh denims and a lavender button-down-the-front, man's type blouse and sandals. She then sat at the living room table, a cup of coffee before her and called Mandy Lewis. Very discreetly, she inquired as to the whereabouts of The Caves. Mandy knew nothing. The place had been in Venice, but like Gene, she said she had heard they'd moved it to somewhere in the Santa Monica area. June made small talk for a few minutes and then hung up. She went out, got in the car and drove to the site of an Adult Bookstore which was right next door to an Adult Theater. In the store she asked the man behind the counter if he had ever heard anything about an "unusual" club called "The Caves."
He shook his head and his manner was totally noncommittal. At the box office of the theater next door, she made the same inquiry of the manager. He seemed to smile knowingly, but he would reveal nothing.
Discouraged, June drove to Downtown Los Angeles, to what she imagined was the "sleaziest" part of town. She parked and then strolled past all the down-and-out looking people: the whores flaunting their wares, the bums with dead eyes and hopelessness in their walks, the strutters all dressed up in expensive threads on-their unemployment or welfare money probably. Either that or from muggings, robberies, pimping, pushing dope, she imagined. Finally, she mustered up enough courage to ask a few whores about The Caves.
Nothing. Everyone she asked looked at her as if she were insane. Finally, she decided that her trip to this part of Los Angeles was all part of her deranged, fantasizing mind-all part of her curious brain that had always romanticized, distorted and reveled in either the Pure or the Degraded, what she imagined to be Perverse or Proper.
You, young lady, she thought, have been one weird chick for a very long time. With you it's all blacks and whites, no grays, and it's always been the good guys and the bad guys, or the sweet girls or the tramps. Well, maybe this "group sex" obsession will straighten you out. And somehow, June sensed that this was so....
En route to the parking lot where she had left her car, June impulsively turned into the doorway of a very seedy-looking hotel, climbed the stairs and strolled down the hallway. The place seemed to stink of urine, or vomit, of cig arette smoke. But she loved the stench that filled her nostrils as much as she admired the worn carpet beneath her feet and the faded wallpaper with the grimy fingerprints. She could hear a man and woman, very drunk, screaming at each other somewhere up on the next floor.
She inhaled deeply, fascinated at this seamy side of life that was so distant from her quiet and uneventful, prim and proper upbringing in West Los Angeles. As though hypnotized, she slowed her pace, wishing she could enter one of the rooms and play the role of whore there-at least for one night.
Just ahead, to the right, she sighted a slightly-open door. Her heart beat faster as she approached it. She could hear a radio playing symphonic music-Mozart, she guessed. When she reached it, she stole a glance inside and saw a young bearded man lying on a fold-down bed. He wore tattered pants and she could see holes in the soles of his shoes. Her heart beat very fast now, and boldly she stepped into the doorway and said, in a very low and earthy voice: "Hello, handsome."
He stared at her in disbelief. He even rubbed his bloodshot eyes. There were empty wine bottles on the chipped dresser and a half-full bottle on the little table next to the bed. He gave a sort of sad grunt, reached over and took a long pull from the bottle. Then, wiping the back of his mouth with his tattooed forearm, he said, "I can't afford you, bitch. Go and hustle somebody else."
So degenerate, June thought. So beautifully and elegantly "needy" and degenerate.
"I'm not a whore," June said evenly. "I've never sold my body in my life and I don't intend to start now."
Through bleary eyes he was staring at her, puzzled. Hope seemed to flash across his handsome, dissipated features, but then it faded and the dark disillusionment returned.
"Go away lady," he said in a hollow voice. "You're in the wrong part of town."
"Today I'm where I belong," she said. "I belong here-in this hotel. In this filthy, stinking hotel ... I belong here, right here, today."
He squinted, tilting his head to the side. He seemed genuinely concerned suddenly. "Hey, are you OK, lady? I mean, do you feel all right?"
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "I feel splendidly, baby. I feel so good I'm gonna suck you and fuck you. Do you mind?"
Now he looked rather frightened. "Listen, lady, it's very obvious that you don't belong here. Do yourself a favor and go away. Really. Listen, do you want me to call you a taxi or something? Give me a dime and I'll call a cab. What do you say?"
"Jesus," June said, unbuttoning the front of her lavender blouse. "And you're even nice. I never would have believed it. What do you do? I mean, when you work what do you do for a living?"
"I used to be a student-a music studentbut then I was a-a soldier. I was in Vietnam and now I don't care about writing music and sometimes I don't even care about listening to it anymore. Now give me a dime so I can get you out of here. Please?"
June ignored him and went over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. She reached out and ran her hand over his firm chest, slipping her rippling fingertips beneath the faded worn shirt.
"I love a hairy chest on a man," she said. He began breathing fast.
"Lady, please go home to your husband or whoever. Please go away, will you?"
"Yes, I will. But first I have something to do. You wouldn't deprive a lady of something she really wants, would you?" His breath came very fast, and she stood then, slipped her denims and panties to the floor and tossed the shirt on top of the heap. Naked, she stretched out on the bed beside him.
"I really like you," she said. "What's your name?"
"Donald," he said, his eyes closed as if the pain and nearness of her naked body were too much to bear.
"I'm June," she said, "and I just want to spend maybe half an hour in your arms. All right?"
He didn't say anything. He just stared at her breasts, and then his hungry eyes roamed the length of her body. Gently, she reached down and gave the bulge at his crotch a squeeze and almost instantly his prick grew into a full erection. She pressed her parted lips to his and he permitted her to kiss him long and hungrily. Before the first long, wet kiss had ended she managed to get his prick out. It was very, very hard and it dripped mightily. She gave his face a kind of massage with her lips, and then she lay her cheek on his stomach and teased herself as she admired the fullness of the young man's erection. It bent slightly to the left. She liked that: this day she welcomed small imperfections. She unbuckled his belt, then forced him to lift himself so she could lower his pants to midway between his genitals and knees.
"Lady, I don't know who you are or what you want, but-Oh, Jesus! I want you, but I think maybe you're just a little disturbed. I think maybe you should go away. Now. Before it's too late. I don't want any trouble for either of us."
June reached out, her head on his abdomen again, and began playing with his cock and balls. Immediately, his objections ceased and he began breathing almost convulsively. His hands reached out and gently began kneading her breasts as she massaged his rock-hard organ and the two enormous almonds within his very tight scrotum. She spread his legs a bit in order to threaten the teasing of his rectum. Slowly she worked herself down until her face hovered directly over the dribbling cock.
"So hard," she purred. "Sooo hard and lovely ... and it wants something hot and moving on it, doesn't it?"
He couldn't answer. He merely groaned, little hisses of breath coming through his teeth. And then she let her mouth settle over the lovely head of the hot male meat. She treated it with reverence, twirling her tongue about the brownish-purplish sensitivity of its dribbling, pulsing need while Mozart on the radio crescendoed.
Suddenly she imagined she was sucking off young Mozart. Then as the music flowed her fantasy grew until she was nursing, in fact, not on Mozart but this modern, some-day-to-be world-famous composer. She drew the thick prick deeper, deeper, more and more lovingly into her mouth as she maintained a steady, firm manipulation of his testicles.
He was groaning and the tempo of his hands on her breasts increased. Gradually, with one hand he dared to explore the roundness of her hip and, finally, his hand was on her ass, her stomach. With a gasp, he tried then to part her legs and thrust his hand into the wetness of her waiting cunt. He turned onto his side, wanting to fuck her. "Ohhhh, please?" he said, bucking involuntarily.
Gently, June eased him back onto his back. She kissed his forehead maternally while her hand continued to work up and down on his aroused and engorged flesh stalk.
"Easy, baby," she cooed. "Not yet, baby. We'll fuck if you want ... we'll do anything you want, but first let me kiss your beautiful prick for a while. Do you want to suck my pussy? Do you?"
"Please ... Please ... Please...." he said, and his voice was right in time to Mozart's music
"Well, okay then, but just be a little patient."
June kissed her way back down to his prick again, and then she dined at leisure there for a long time, taking the needy prick of this splendid young man deep into her throat, performing wonders on its infinite beauty.
She was pleased when the young man just went ahead and let himself go. Yes, all of a sudden, he clutched the back of her head, thrust up hard with his hips, jamming his cockhead very hard against the roof of her mouth, and let his delicious load fly.
He caught her by surprise. She had settled into a very leisurely steady tempo of cocksucking (Stravinsky playing on the radio by now) but when she felt the thick member jerking and the balls bobbing in her caressing hand she immediately picked up the tempo, hollowing her cheeks and drawing in and constricting her throat so as not to let a single drop of her precious ball fluid escape the inspection of her taste glands.
"Ummmm ... Erghm ... Yummmm," she crooned and gurgled as the tangy, indescribably delicious male river of thick white goo filled her mouth to the brim. She refused to swallow it all at once. Instead, she let it fill her mouth absolutely so that she could wash it around in her mouth, splashing it about his tingling hard-on to increase the orgasmic sensations wracking his body. Finally, when she was certain he craved no more nursing on his rod nor the heat of her loving mouth to ease him back to this earth, she removed her mouth, gargled with the sperm far back in her throat and swallowed, savoring each gulp and staring down at the flesh pole that had delivered such unspeakable pleasure to her taste buds.
She lay back then, playing with her own tits and fingering her clit a while. "What's y-your name again?" she asked.
"Donald," he said.
"Donald, you are magnificent," June said. "I don't ever remember enjoying doing that to a man more than just now. Really, I mean it. And, Donald, I am not crazy. Going through some kind of strange phase, I guess, but not crazy. So don't feel guilty."
He smiled, looking tremendously fulfilled and relieved, and said: "Woman, you are something else!" He kissed her temple, then put his arms around her and they lay there in silence, listening to the last of Stravinsky's Petroushka.
When it ended, his prick stood straight and hard again in response to her coaxing. The announcer was talking.
"I don't know where you came from," Donald said. "But I was just lying here, dying of need for a woman, feeling very sorry for myself and wishing I had enough money for a whore-even though I can't really make it well with whores-and all of a sudden an-an angel appears in my doorway. I'm very grateful."
He babbled on that way, expressing intense gratitude over and over again, and then he propped himself up on one elbow and began making exquisite love to her. Tenderly, adoringly, he kissed her face, her neck, her eyes, all the time maintaining a lovely light circular motion on her swollen breasts, and he did not let her nipples go ignored.
June closed her eyes and let him work, let him rid himself of his intense sexual need. The blowjob she had given him was, of course, pleasurable, but his need was total. He had to fondle and stroke and make love to (not have love made to him) and, eventually, mount the female beside him. June understood this and she lay cuddled in his arms as his male need mounted and the strength of his embrace grew fierce.
Eventually his mouth on her tits was a gulping hungry thing of desperation. His beard did not bother her. In fact, she loved its scraping against her sensitive breasts, then her stomach, the insides of her thighs, and then his mouth settled into gulping, greedy urgency.
She could not remember when a male had desperately needed to eat a female's cunt so badly. His need was a thing of awe, of wonder. He had her buttocks up on his chest and he drew her flesh lips deep into his mouth, noisily drinking every drop of cunt juice he could manage to ingest The sound of his drinking from her love hole filled the room now that he had turned off the radio. Alternately, his anteater-like tongue would thrust itself as far up into her cunt as possible and then dip lower into her anus. He was totally insatiable. Every pore of her crotch was being cleansed by his relentless mouth. And all the while, he maintained a sense of sanity, for his middle finger worked like a flesh baton in a steady cadence on her clitoris.
The sounds that came flooding up from her throat spurred him on as he drank gulpingly from the cradle of her desire. She would tell herself: "Please, body, give him all the cunt juice he needs to make his need go away," and she knew that her cunt gushed fluid in enormous quantities for his ingestion, for he kept swallowing and she could hear the gurgling of her juices in his throat.
Only once did he stop his crotch feast-to remove a pussy hair from his throat.
And then-she hardly knew when the transition had been made-she felt him sliding up so that he was upright and staring down at her heaving, twitching body. With his right hand under her ass and his engorged prick in his left hand, he began wagging his cockhead back and forth against her expanded clit, at times inserting the big head of his prick into her channel partially, but then returning to the rubbing of his cockhead against the clit.
It was heaven-sheer cock-heaven-and the sounds of her appreciation filled the room. It was a delightful position for fucking. Her buttocks rested on his upper legs, as though she were almost sitting on his lap, and yet she was on her back-flat on her back and writhing and he was in a sitting position.
Finally, he began the insertion in earnest. His prick was up there-really up there-and he fucked her mightily, really stabbing at her cervix while he continued the manipulation of her clit with his finger.
"My ass I" she cried suddenly. "Stick one finger up my ass!"
He complied and went on with the fucking, one hand wagging on her clit, the other fingerfucking her asshole.
In total passivity, June flung her arms above her head and moved her body like that of a belly dancer in response to his spearing, ravenous plunges. Each mighty stick of his prick seemed to lift her a foot off the bed, and he emitted a sound like a prize-fighter makes when he lands a punch each time his pelvis crashed against hers.
"Hard, baby!" she snarled with each stab. "Fuck it hard! Hard!"
She came several times as this occurred-but lightly, skimmingly-and then as he moved directly on top of her, really driving savagely downward into her cunt, she felt the biggie approaching. It welled up from her asshole. She could feel its beginnings in the most primitive seat of her brain, then spread and course throughout her entire body. His grunts were rasping in her ear with each mighty stick of his pole and he was clutching her ass into wadded flesh when she peaked.
Her screams were terrifying to her own ears, and the moment the first bursts broke forth resounding throughout the room, she knew that he had saved himself and timed himself with infinite care.
"COMM-MMINNNG!" she cried.
"ME, TOOOOOOO!!" he cried back.
And then they both breath-burst their way to completion and lay gasping, his prick ever so gradually dwindling until at last he rolled off her and lay staring at the ceiling.
They both had a cigarette, and then she rose with effort, dressed and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Standing in the doorway, smiling at his nakedness, she said, "It was wonderful, Donald. Thank you." She shrugged. "I mean, what's a girl supposed to say?"
He shook his head, smiling the same evil-saintly smile right back at her. "I wish you'd come and sit on my face."
"Please don't tempt me," she said, still grinning.
He shrugged, pointing at his open mouth invitingly, and they both laughed. "I-I don't suppose you'll tell me where you live-where I can ever get in touch with you?" he said.
She shook her head. "That's not possible, Donald-even though you're worth it. God, are you worth it!"
He simply raised his hand and waved a sad bye-bye, fluttering his fingers. But there were tears in his eyes. "Worth it?"
She blew him a kiss. "Bye-bye, baby," she said, sniffing and holding back tears herself.
"Bye-bye, angel," he said. "I do feel worth it now."
And she left him there lying naked on the bed and knowing all her life she would think of Donald whenever she heard Mozart or Stravinsky.
CHAPTER SIX
While driving on the freeway away from Downtown Los Angeles, June was aware that a constant smile remained on her face. She kept thinking of Donald and what a marvelous service they had both performed for each other. It made her feel good to think she'd given badly-needed sex to a young man who had been lonely and in such desperate need for a female body.
Instead of turning off and heading back for home, she decided to do what she should have done in the first place. Strange that the simplest answer to the location of The Caves had eluded her. June, sugar, she thought, if you want to find out where The Caves are in Santa Monica, then why not go to Santa Monica?
It was downright astonishing that the simplest answer to problems always seemed to elude her! Half an hour later she parked on the street in front of an X-rated movie house, put money in the parking meter and strolled over to the ticket window.
"Do you know where there is a club in Santa Monica called The Cavest" she asked.
The young man scrunched up his face, walrus-like, and said: "The what'st"
"The Caves," June said, winking, raising her eyebrows up and down suggestively. "It's a-well, frankly, it's kind of a fuck club."
The lad's eyes opened owlishly and he looked horrified. "I'm sorry lady-I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about. Are you a cop?"
June laughed, shook her head and began strolling down the street. She found it surprising that a ticket-taker at a "fuck-and-suck" movie house would display embarrassment (or whatever it had been) at such a natural question. Just ahead, one spotted a very run-down looking bar. It said on a big sign: WE OPEN AT 6:00 A.M. FOR SICK CALL. It occurred to her that someone there might know about The Caves.
She took the first stool she came to and ordered a martini from the wheezing, overweight bartender. When he set the drink in front of her, she asked him about The Caves.
"Beats the shit out of me, lady," he said. "I ain't never heard of no 'Caves.'" He turned and called to the row of sagging-faced patrons. "Anybody here ever hear of a joint called The Caves!"
There were lots of shrugs, and then one very desperate man, very stooped and thin with a red-veined face came and sat down next to her.
"Buy me a drink and I'll tell you about The Caves," he said.
She agreed, called the bartender, then watched the pathetic man drink his straight shot of bourbon with trembling hands. He sighed, relief washing over his dissipated features and said: "It's over in Venice-on the Coast Highway near Synanon."
She told him she'd heard it had been moved to Santa Monica.
"Oh, that's right," he said. "I did hear something about that." He shrugged. "Don't know where it is then. But why you looking for a place like that? I mean, a fine lady like you shouldn't have to go lookin' for that kind of-uh-action."
"I'm inquiring for a friend," June lied.
"Oh," he said, staring at his empty shot glass. He coughed.
June bought him another drink and then left her drink half-full and returned to her car. In Venice she kept getting the same answer. There had been a place called The Caves in Venice-right near Synanon, just as the man in the bar had said-but it had been moved somewhere. Too much heat from the cops, seemed to be the explanation.
It was beginning to get dark. Discouraged, June drove on home and took a nap until Norm arrived home. He roused her from where she had been sleeping on the living room couch and then bored her with the details of his very busy day at the Equipment Rental location. She fixed dinner, they watched TV for a while, and then later in the bedroom as he ate her cunt she decided that she would have to manipulate Gene Lewis, apparently, if she ever expected to visit The Caves. She disliked having to connive and scheme and use her body as bait in order to get the information she wanted, but she saw no other way.
Husband Norm was snorting as he lapped at her pussy and she gave his hair a slight tug, to simulate passion, and let out a false cry of joy to keep him interested. The truth was, she was a trifle sensitive down there and, also, she wished it were young Donald eating her. It bothered her to think of Donald all alone in that foul room downtown. Still, Norm was her husband; she loved him and usually liked sex with him. But at the moment she was all sexed-out.
"Oh, yeah," she said, trying for conviction. "Do it to me, daddy."
He didn't seem to notice the lack of sincerity in her voice and for this she was glad. He went on eating her cunt with gusto. She guessed that she could come, once she put her mind to it, but she knew he liked to lick for a long time before she went off. Trouble was, then he would probably want some head himself. Either that or he'd want to fuck. Well, she thought, maybe she could bear up under a little "doggie-style"-at least long enough for him to get his nuts off.
Once again, her thoughts turned to Gene Lewis, and she decided that if he didn't call her again within two days she would have to drop by his store. Still, it would involve deception and this went against the grain.
June was feeling a bit guilty at thinking of Gene Lewis while getting eaten by her husband, so she said, "Honey, come on up here and let me suck you, huh?"
He was so busy he didn't hear her. She gave his hair a pull and repeated the question and then he was sitting astride her chest with his hard-on at her mouth.
Oddly, once his prick was in sucking position, true desire came over her. She nursed on the nice yummy hard-on with genuine enthusiasm and when he seemed slow to fire his load she gave his balls an extra-hard massage. That always did the trick.
"Ahhhh!" he sighed, and then she was swallowing gooey male sperm once again. It had been a day for sperm-gulping all right, she thought.
What the hell, she thought. It's not as though swallowing the stuff was going to make her break out in a rash or anything. And, besides, she liked the taste of it When he had rested for a few minutes, Norm attempted to make her come with his finger, but she told him it was all right. "I already came," she lied.
This seemed to satisfy him and he just lay back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Pretty soon we'll find a nice place where the sex flows like wine," she said absently. "Aren't you looking forward to more of what we had with Gene and Mandy?"
"Yeah, that was a-a mind-blower all right," he said. "I-I didn't think I'd ever dig it, but it was one of your better turn-ons. Yep, one of your truly good turn-ons. When?"
"Soon," June said. "Mandy's checking into it for us," she lied. "The four of us are going to find out what it's all about. We're going find out why all those Romans got hooked on orgies. Say, wouldn't you love to go back-just for one day-and experience a genuine Roman orgy?"
There was no answer. Norm had drifted off to sleep. June turned off the very low-watt bulb at the bedside nightstand, then quietly masturbated, thinking of Donald. She shuddered as her orgasm tingled throughout her body; then she fell quickly off to sleep.
The following morning, just half an hour after Norm had left for work, Gene Lewis called. This time June kept her voice enticing, alluring. Would she meet him for an afternoon session at The Aqua-Sex motel at 2:00?
"The Aqua-Sex Motel?" she repeated. "Jesus, that's pretty brazen, isn't it?" She chuckled. "The Aqua-Sex motel. What do they do there-screw in the swimming pool?"
"No, aqua-sex just means the place is full of water-beds." His voice dropped. "Ever made it on a water bed?"
"No, I haven't," she said, the idea suddenly intriguing her.
"Slosh ... slosh ... Ahhhhh!" Norm said, then giggled. "We're gonna love it They even show fuck movies in the rooms."
"All right," June agreed, then wrote down the address and directions to the place. "See you at two." And she hung up.
June spent the rest of the morning tidying up the house. Then she fixed herself a tuna sandwich and read for a while. But her thoughts kept returning to Gene and what she would do and say in order to learn the whereabouts of The Caves. This was to be no mere meeting just to have a few orgasms. Huh-uh. Mission Caves was her sole purpose for this clandestine meeting. True, the idea of making it on a water bed and watching "fuck movies" at the same time intrigued her, but she resolved not to lose sight of her primary purpose in meeting Gene at the Aqua-Sex Motel.
Finally, at 1:30 she left the house and drove south to Ventura boulevard. She turned left, proceeded for perhaps four miles and swung into the parking lot of the Aqua-Sex Motel. She kept her dark glasses on, grateful that they served as a kind of mask. She didn't want anyone she knew to see her in the parking lot of a motel with such an erotic sign. She grimaced as she gazed up at the sign: AQUA-SEX MOTEL. God, she wished Gene would hurry up and get here. She glanced at her watch. It was 2:05. Where was he? Didn't the son-of-a-bitch realize that she was the female-that she was accommodating him and his sexual need? Well, in all honesty she had to admit that this wasn't entirely the truth. No, she was using King Male this day, and not the other way around. Still, she was annoyed at his not being prompt. When a man wants to fuck you, she thought, the least he can do is be on time!
She turned on the car radio as she sat there in the dinky parking lot of the Aqua-Sex Motel. She listened to the classical music station, Stravinsky, and once again she thought of Donald in that shabby room. She wished she were meeting him and not Gene Lewis here. Well, those were the breaks, she thought. A long time ago, she had married Norm Horvath and he was not a bad guy and you couldn't change commitments like that. She was married and that was it. Donald would just have to jerk off until he found the kind of woman he needed to keep and inspire him to whatever it was he wanted. A composer ... hmm? she thought, listening to Stravinksy's Firebird Suite on the radio. Yesterday, I fucked a composer....
She tapped her elegantly-manicured fingernails, lacquered a quiet frosted-pink, in time to the music and, once again, the feeling that excitement was going on all over the world for all sorts of exciting people engulfed her. And somehow she was missing out. Take the AquaSex motel, for instance. Everyday people came here and fucked and sucked on water beds and watched dirty movies. And what was she doing? Cleaning house or maybe reading Cosmopolitan or some silly escapist novel about something that had very little to do with life as it's lived out there. This disturbed her, for all over the world there were thousands of places like the Aqua-Sex Motel (and better!) and people were drinking fully of life, experiencing new and exciting things. Yes, the Aqua-Sex Motel had probably been here for a long time and only today was she paying it a visit.
June resolved to fill herself with more Aqua-Sex Motels, or better yet The Caves. Life is too short, she thought. You got to get it on before you're bent and old and dried up and haggard and nobody wants to invite you to freaky motels anymore.
There was the faintest of horn bleeps to her right. Glancing over, she saw that Gene Lewis had swung into the vacant parking spot beside her. He winked lasciviously, got out and came over and bent down to talk to her through the car window.
He kissed her cheek. 'I'll go get us a room, baby. Don't go away. Be right back."
She watched him strut arrogantly-a truly cocky strut-to the little doorway and go inside. In a few minutes he came out carrying a key. He opened the car door for her and then they went to a downstairs room-number 312 it read on the pale blue door.
They went in. It was a fairly nice room-the water-bed in the center facing a TV on the wall rack. The carpet was unworn and every thing was shiny and clean. Not at all what she had expected. Not a cigarette burn or hole in any of the furniture.
Gene quickly undressed, tossing his clothes in a heap on a big chair by the dresser. He was in a playful mood. He gave his half-hard-on a whack with his hand so that it wagged back and forth, and then he threw himself on the water bed and lay, waiting, with his hands clasped behind his neck.
"Come and get it, baby," he said, slowly playing with his rising manhood. "What you waiting for? Come on, we don't have much time. I gotta get back to work. Get outta those clothes and let daddy get at that scrumptious pee-pee of yours."
June began unbuttoning her shirt. She grimaced, blinking. "Pee-pee?" she repeated.
"Yeah, that's what we called them when I was a Md. Pee-pees. You know, private parts. A pee-pee is a private part." He giggled, still playing with his pee-pee.
June had to laugh. "Funny, we always called them penises and vaginas-or cunts and cocks. Sometimes 'gash' and/or 'prick.'"
"Well, to each his own. Come on, June. I'm horny as hell. Hey, put on a little show for me while you're undressing, okay?"
"I hope you don't call breasts bee-bees." She laughed, feeling silly, and then she remembered the true purpose of her mission and it became clear to her what she had to do.
"Bee-bees?" he said, fixing his eyes hard on her ample breasts. "Nope, baby. Nobody would ever call those tits of yours bee-bees. Those tits are bazooms!"
"That's very kind of you," June said. In a moment, she was naked, except for her white near-transparent, bikini panties. She did a little "go-go" girl type dance for him then, a caricature really, until she began to feel silly, and then she went over and sat down beside him on the water-bed. She had never sat on a water-bed before and the rolling motion beneath her was delightful.
"This is really delightful," she said. "So this is a water-bed. Lots of fun...."
Gene reached out for her breasts, but she backed away, out of his reach, bending back. The water-bed beneath her buttocks created the illusion of an earthquake. The whole room seemed to rock.
"Hey, what'sa matter?" Gene asked, frowning. "Come on and cuddle up. Let me eat that sweet meat between your legs and stick 'big daddy' in all those juicy spots of yours. Come on, baby, let's fuck and suck."
June took a deep breath, then reached out and gently tickled Gene's stiff and dribbling prick. "There is the matter of The Caves" she said evenly, her face expressionless. "Where are they?"
Gene bunched up his face, then ran his palm over his face. "Oh, Jesus, we're not gonna start talking about that again, are we? Christ, these fucking Caves have become an obsession with you. I already told you. I don't want to share you with anybody. I don't wanna share you and I don't wanna share Mandy. Me, I dig one-on-one. Believe me, it's best. I tried it both ways and one-on-one is best. Come here...."
Smiling, June slowly shook her head. She made sure that her breasts jiggled at the same time. She also began working her hand up and down Gene's hard shaft and arched her back and pursed her lips. "No," she said. "Not until you tell me where The Caves are."
"Let's cut the bullshit, Junie. God, that feels good. Umm, come here and ride my prick, or suck it, or let me suck your tits. Let's do something quick."
Still smiling, June said, "Gene, I'm not kidding. Tell me about The Caves, or we don't play, okay?"
He started to grow angry, but then he forced a trembling smile. "Junie, you sure do have one helluva sense of humor. I mean I've already paid for this room, which ain't cheap and-" He broke off, an idea suddenly striking him. He got up and went over and turned on the TV set. In a moment, the picture flashed on and a couple doing a very slurpy "69" appeared. Gene walked back to the water-bed, his erect prick standing out in front of him. Leering, he stopped in front of June, so that his rod was level with her mouth.
"Look at what's going on up on that screen, Junie. Nice, huh? Go ahead and suck it."
June gazed nonchalantly at the sucking couple and shrugged her shoulders, ignoring the hard prick just inches from her lips. "Sorry," she said. "It's all very nice, and I wouldn't mind taking your very yummy prick right down my gullet and up my cunt and ass, but as I said I won't play unless you tell me where The Caves are."
Gene was breathing very hard now, his face contorted in what had to be anger and frustration. "Goddamit, June," he said, "cut it out now, you hear? This is no time to get coy." He glanced up at the couple sucking on the screen.
The young stud had his finger up the young beauty's asshole as he gulped greedily at her cunt.
"Hey, lookie, June," he said, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. "Nice, huh? Let me do that to you. I wanna eat up your pussy until you're screaming hysterically." He took her hand and tried to pull her onto the water-bed. She resisted.
"JUNE! GODDAMIT, COME HERE AND FUCK!" he screamed.
She shook her head, and she saw that his prick was beginning to descend. Anger had displaced lust in his male brain. He stared in horror at his prick and cried, "See what you're doing with all this 'Caves' bullshit. See? See? I hope you're happy."
"We both know that it only takes a minute to get it back up, Gene, so cut the bullshit yourself. Tell me where The Caves are or I split. Right now. I mean it."
"I've never seen such an obstinate bitch!" Gene said, playing with himself in an effort to get his prick hard again. "I mean, what you're doing is unthinkable. It-It's blackmail!"
"That's right," June said. "It is. Well?"
He was shuddering all over, whether with anger or lust, June did not know. And she didn't care.
"All right," he said, finally, staring at his prick which was totally soft now. "OK, you win. Let's fuck and then I'll tell you where the joint is." He reached out for her but she went over and began putting on her shirt.
"June!" he yelled. "Hey, come here." He gestured at the TV screen and bounced up and down on the water-bed. "June, you can't do this. You can't!"
Her shirt was on and she was getting into her denims. "I'm doing it, Gene. I'm doing it."
"I said I'd tell you after we both come a few times."
June was sitting now, slipping into her sandals. She shook her head then and stood up, fully-dressed. "No 'Caves', no cunt, Gene. I meant what I said. Well?" She was standing at the door now.
"No, goddamit!" he screamed. "You're not going to push me around. I'm not the pussy-whipping type. I'm not going to tell you anything I don't want to tell you. You're coming here right now and you're going to suck my prick. Look at it! It-It's all soft!"
He looked as if he was going to cry as he worked his fist on it furiously, desperately trying to get it hard again.
"Bye-bye, lover," June said, almost laughing as she opened the door. She shut the door firmly behind her, Gene's yelling loud from within, and she quickly went to her car, started it up, backed up and drove off.
As she drove down Ventura boulevard, she played the radio loud. There was a vague uneasiness in her chest. No, it wasn't horniness; it was a terrible empathy for poor Gene, all alone with his "soft-on" back there in the room with the fuck-suck TV and the water bed. The truth was, she had never in her life been a "tease." Not ever. And leaving a male in such total sexual frustration went very much against the grain. But sometimes a girl has to stand firm, she told herself. And this had been one of those times. Really. Gene had been playing games with her brain and body, and so she felt justified in walking out on him. Or did she? She wasn't sure. Somehow she felt very guilty and strange inside. She turned the radio up higher, and of all things the classical music station was playing Mozart.
Briefly, she toyed with the idea of returning to that downtown hotel and fucking that young composer again. She rejected the idea at once, however, and drove faster until she had reached home. There, she filled the tub with very hot water, slid inside and masturbated with her favorite washcloth.
Not full atonement, really, she told herself after she had climaxed. But at least I thought of fucking you, Gene, on that water-bed as I was coming....
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night, June gave husband Norm the best blow-job of his life. He even told her it was the best, which was definitely saying something for she had feasted royally on his meat on many, many occasions. At the moment of orgasm, he had thrown back his head and screamed at the top of his lungs. Then he had collapsed into a coma-like sleep on the living room couch and remained there, like a corpse, until time to get up for work the following morning.
Instinctively, June sensed that Gene Lewis would be calling her, and she did not want to be too available. By 9:00 a.m. she was fully dressed and in her car. She still felt a deep sense of guilt over leaving Gene so horny and depressed there in the Aqua-Sex hotel. Even the marathon sucking at her husband's prick had not lessened her guilt.
The classical music station blaring in her ears, June drove directly to the tennis courts, parked, got out and walked saucily down the long walk toward the tennis pro shop. It was a beautiful August morning, crisp and clear, and the players in their white togs slammed balls over the nets with precision and zest All good players, it seemed.
She went up the short stairway of the shop, pushed open the door and saw both George and young Dick standing behind the counter. They both turned as she entered and stared with puzzled looks on their faces. Young Dick's mouth was open slightly and he looked scared. Big George's leathery face gradually relaxed and a knowing kind of grin spread over his macho features.
"Hi," June said casually. "Remember me?"
George did a Sidney Greenstreet sort of laugh. "Baby, one does not forget a woman like you. Uh-slumming again? I sort of had you pegged for a one-shot artist"
There was a long silence during which June, her head tilted as she idly swung her purse back and forth from her shoulder strap, eyed them both."
"As a matter-of-fact, I am slumming again," she replied, her eyes dancing. "You fellahs got a few minutes?"
Already young Dick was trembling all over. The bottoms of his tennis shorts were fluttering as he shook.
"Well, close the fucking door, stupid!" big George commanded. "The lady says she wants some action. Move!"
Hastily, Dick locked the door, pulled down the shade and came back and stood beside George.
"What is it this time?" George asked. "Had an argument with your husband or something?"
June noticed that the crotches of both men were beginning to swell. "No," she said, deciding to level with them, "it's just that I disappointed a man-sexually, I mean-and I feel guilty as hell about it." She shrugged helplessly. "Incidentally, you're right, George. am-or at least seem to be of late-a one-sho artist. I don't specialize in this sort of thing usually. But ... if you two would accommodate a guilty-feeling lady, I'd be much obliged."
"Be happy to," George said. "What'll it be?"
June took a deep breath. The guilt was still there. She had to make it go away. Self-degradation seemed to be the only way.
"Let's go back to-to the room," she said.
Young Dick just stared in amazement, his mouth open, until George finally gave him a shove. Then the three of them stood in the center of the room.
"How do you want it?" George asked, too macho for words. He was loving this once-in-a-lifetime woman who had come back for more. June knew he could not possibly understand the kinkiness of her motives. Hell, she didn't understand them herself!
"I-I'll just sit down there on the edge of the cot, and-and both of you take your pricks out, okay?" she said.
"Very well," George said, unzipping his fly. He nudged Dick and Dick unzipped and took out his hard pecker too. Then both of them were standing in front of her with their big hard-ons out at the level of her mouth. "You wanna get fucked again-me in your asshole and Dick in your cunt, or what?"
June wet her lips with her tongue tip. "No, just want to suck 'em off," she said. "I-I wan to make you both come with my mouth-both a the same time. You don't have to do anything to me. I want to do it all to you." She knew her eyes were ablaze.
George nodded. "I understand." He took her hand and placed it around his enormous, thick and very hard prick. He took her other hand and placed it around Dick's stout wanger too. "You'll have to forgive my young sidekick here," he said. "He ain't had much experience with the weird world of the horny female mind. But I understand, lady. I been around, you see. OK, go ahead and suck 'em off. It's a real treat, of course, and we both thank you. Don't feel guilty or nuthin'. Just go ahead and suck and enjoy yourself. Uh-sure you don't want me to eat your cunt a while first?"
"No," June said. "That won't be necessary. That would only make me feel guiltier. I just want to suck you both off and would you grunt a lot while I'm playing my cocksucker role?"
"Sure, baby," George said. "Sure. You just go ahead and suck the big pricks off. But play with my balls a lot" He reached out and palmed June's cheek, encouraging her as he stepped forward, placing the bulbous head to her waiting mouth. "Eat cock, baby. You'll feel better once the come starts spurting. Go ... go, baby, go!"
She liked the way George made it a command. Instantly she responded by going into a frenzy. She began licking George's thick shaft lovingly, mewing, crying out from deep in her throat. At the same time, she desperately fondled young Dick's cock and balls. Then, she would transfer her mouth from George's big tool to Dick's tasty meat and grope George while she mouthed Dick's rod.
Before she really got into the cock-feast, she made them stand very close together, with their pricks touching, side by side, so that she could try to get them both into her mouth at the same time. It was an impossible task, of course, because they simply wouldn't fit into her mouth at the same time, but she enjoyed lapping them hungrily, loving the fact that they could stare down at her, watching her go totally prick-crazy. It especially excited her to humiliate herself (if that's what it was) before Dick's young male eyes.
George was grunting lustily, wagging his hips in a slow circular motion, really savoring her bobbing head and gulping lips-in fact, enjoying watching his prick slip from her lips and then her desperate and quick efforts to return it to her greedy, slurping mouth.
"Oh, yeaahhhh," he kept saying. "Get it all, baby. Suck the balls, toooooo!"
Even Dick could not restrain the powerful emotions he was feeling at watching a beautiful, mature woman going mad with desire as she licked his hairy nuts and gulped down every speck of goo that appeared at the slit at the end of his manly gristle hunk.
June loved the hysterical sounds of her own voice in her ears. Eerily she heard herself muttering: "More ... Oh, god ... cock, cock, cock ... give me those great big pricks ... let m-me lick 'em ... suck, suck, suck 'em ... eat 'em all up ... ummm ... ummm ... yuh-ummm ... ergh ... ummm," and then her words would fade and there came only the sounds of suction and the crackling, slurping, gulping sounds from her throat as she gorged herself on male meat and laved and bathed every inch of throbbing, pulsing, dripping hard-ons. The sounds of her saliva, tongue-bathing were loud, as if from a maw of awful cock-thirst.
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhh," young Dick kept chanting as big George muttered obscenities that were pure music to her ears.
George had her by the hair, fully understanding, it seemed, her need for total degradation, humiliation, atonement for some unspeakable sin.
Finally, visions of spurting pricks from all over the world dancing in her sex-crazed female head, June jerked her head back and, staring at the jerking flesh monsters as she groped frenzedly at their scrotums, she gasped:
"I-I w-wish one of y-you could c-come ... wanna have one of y-you watch the other one c-come in my mouth. Wanna swallow w-while someone watches ... and then s-swallow again while the other w-watches, okay?"
"Gotcha, sugar," George said. "Dick, let me shoot my load into her. She's saying she wants you to watch the stuff shoot off in her mouth, right? Then I'll stare down while you give her a sperm blast. Got that?"
Young Dick could barely speak. "All rright," he stammered, pumping his pelvis at the swollen and feverish mouth of this female who worshipped cocks.
"Don't worry Dick. Shell keep you going while I come in her mouth. Hell, those hands of hers are so fuckin' smooth, they're like a cunt. Only thing missing's the wet heat. Don't worry. You just sort of stand back while I give her some come to swallow. Then she'll get your load ... you just stand back, boy, and watch. Ohhhh, she's a lulu, huh?"
June heard the discussion and she was pleased that George was there to direct the younger male in the procedure she had in mind.
Now George's big prick was fucking her face with a vengeance. It was so big it actually made her throat ache as it stuck its way deeper and deeper, punishing the roof of her mouth. Still, she kept clutching appreciatively at both pairs of balls as she gulped. And she did not neglect Dick's flesh pole that waited momentarily in cool air for its turn at her tongue-twirling, oven-like mouth.
"Here she blows!" big George finally hollered. "The flood's ready to flow, baby. Dam's broke-ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, therrrreeeeee!" he yelled as he let his clumps of come go spurting into her come-juice hungry throat. "Ohhhh, yeaaahhhhhhh! Swallow it allllll!"
June savored every drop of the tangy spend, and she loved the way George held his hand at her throat to feel it constricting as she swallowed the precious fluid. But his other hand in her hair grew vicious, pulling her forward until she thought his cock might thrust itself through the back of her head. Finally, when she was certain she had squeezed out every available ounce of sperm from his mammoth balls she paused, giving her throat a moment's rest
"Wasn't that beautiful, boy?" George said to Dick. "I mean, this here's an artist. You may never get a chance to see a female like this in action. Step up there now and give her the goo she wants. She wants to watch the stuff spurt, so stand back a little if you can bring yourself to do it so's I can watch it shoot right down her gullet Go boy, go I Enjoy!"
George, sated now, stood back, while June began her labor of love on the younger lad. With both hands available for one male, she was now able to suck, fondle balls, and clutch at ass all at the same time. She directed the rhythm of his thrusts with her hand on his buttocks, and eventually she was able to get her middle finger up his ass and tug him to and fro at her lips in just the tempo she desired.
Dick's prick was a little smaller and she was able to accomplish more finesse on this younger, harder member. The sounds of her saliva and semen-filled mouth were gurgly, beautiful. George's load had been an appetizing snack. Now she wanted the main course of these full, young balls' outpouring blast.
"Ohhhhh," Dick moaned. "Aaaoohhhh ... Ohhhh ... Jesss-sssusssss....Ohhhhh."
With Dick, June was able actually to make her lips make contact with his pubic hair on the downstroke and, on the upstroke, she was able to let the prick-head pop nearly out of her mouth and stab the tiny slit with her tongue tip. It was delicious making a total sheath of her mouth as she mouthed every inch of the flesh sword.
June's hand jiggled furiously against the high-riding balls. She wanted his come to be an excruciating thing. Her hand was a blur as it vibrated against his testicles. Her other hand's middle finger kept finger-fucking his tight asshole.
"I'm watchin' ya, honey," George said. "I can see it all, baby. You're doin' just fine. Good girl! Super! Suck cock, baby! Swing, sugar. Yeah, suck! Suck! Suck! Suck Suck that cock! Go, cocksucker, go! Look at the cocksucker!"
The word cocksucker was one of the most beautiful words in the English language to June's ears at that moment, and George seemed to understand this. "Cocksucker ... cocksucker ... cocksucker," he kept saying, and this spurred her on to greater and greater efforts.
"Gonna come!" Dick said. "I'm going off ... coming in a second."
"Say it louder!" George said, "and hold your hand at her throat. She wants to hear you, wants to know what you're feeling, thinking! You're a male fuckin' animal and right now that's what's on her mind. Out with it, boy! Louder! Louder! And stand back a bit. She wants me to watch you shoot into her mouth. Goddammit, this here cocksucker's an angel, so give her her wants. Don't you dare cheat her. Don't you dare!"
Dick spewed out a flood of obscenities as best he could, and they were heavenly to June's ears. He cried: "DRINK MY COME! SUCK IT ALL DOWN! SHOOTING OFF MY LOAD NOW!"
And then, George made him stand back a little and gave a lovely description of his ball blasts as the sperm-load gushed forth and filled June's mouth to the brim. She opened her mouth as wide as possible to afford George a good view of the white male fluid swirling about in her gulping maw, and then she clenched her mouth tight about the spasming organ and swallowed with total appreciation.
They had given her a very precious gift. Her guilt had subsided now, and a lovely calm came over her.
Both men had their shorts up now. George still stood, but young Dick was sobbing and spasming on the bed beside June.
"Sure you don't want me to suck your cunt or fuck you?" George asked. "I can manage it. Are you sure?"
"No," June said. "I feel just fine now. Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you very much. I don't need to come. I got just what I wanted. Thank you so much."
"You're a strange one, woman," he said. "I wish you the best. Take care of yourself. Sure you don't want a cup of coffee or something?"
"Positive," June said, shaking her head. "I really must go now. I've got to go home."
'You meeting someone else now?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Or are you just gonna git yourself off somehow?"
June smiled, heading for the door. "You're a very wise man," she said. "Goodbye, George."
Dick lay gasping on the cot while George let her out the door. "Really, I mean it," George called after her as she stumbled down the walk. "You take care, hear? You're too nice a lady not to take care of yourself."
At home, June quickly filled the bathtub with scalding-hot water. Wincing, she eased herself into the water and lay still, trying to think of other things so that the water did not hurt. Finally, the water felt comfortably warm. She washed her extended nipples for a long time with the rough-textured washcloth, and then she lowered it to her vagina. Slowly, she let the cloth tease her clitoris, her inner and outer vaginal lips. She began thrusting upward over-so-gently with her hips, splashing the water a bit.
"Ahhhhhhh," she sighed finally, her orgasm a delicious and gentle thing that ran in love currents throughout her entire body. She thought of the composer-bum, young Donald, as she came.
Once she felt totally cleansed, she emerged from the tub, toweled herself dry and went and took a nap on the living room couch in her bathrobe. She had been sleeping perhaps two hours when the phone rang. Groggily, she went to the kitchen and picked up the receiver. It was Gene Lewis, just as she had suspected.
"OK, June," he said in a very low voice. "You win. Meet me at the same place-tomorrow at 2:00-and I'll tell you where The Caves are."
"No, give me the number now," she said evenly.
"Hey, don't you trust me?"
"Yes, but give me the number now, Gene."
He gave her the address of a residential street in Santa Monica and she scribbled it down on a pad. "This better be correct," she said.
"Don't worry," he said. "It's correct. You'll meet me at two?"
"Yes, Gene, and then you and I-and Mandy and Norm will all go to The Caves one night soon?"
"All right," he said, sounding totally defeated. "But it's only on Fridays and Saturdays. That's the way they run it. You pay your admission at the door and-and you just go in and-well, you fuck and suck anything and everything that moves."
"Sounds just fine to me," June said, a great relief washing all over her. "The four of us will go there next Friday?"
"Very well," he said. "I'll tell Mandy."
"Good," June said, jubilant. "See you tomorrow at Aqua-Sex at two." And she hung up.
June stood stroking her very tired cheeks. Her mouth was very tired from the heavy cocksucking with George and Dick, so she would have to go easy on the oral stuff with Gene tomorrow afternoon. She wanted to be in top shape for next Friday at The Caves.
She felt victorious and jubilant. She had held out sexually on Gene and she had won. Now there remained only the final readying of husband Norm for the long-overdue expedition to The Caves.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was difficult finding a place to park in the rather swank residential district of Santa Monica. Finally they found a vacant spot about two blocks from the location of what was supposed to be the new location of The Caves. It was a crisp but clear summer night as they walked briskly down the wide, palm-tree-lined residential street.
June inhaled deeply. They had to be very near the ocean, for the scent of salt air was distinct and sharp in her nostrils. Beside her, Gene Lewis, still triumphant over June's surrender and her meeting him at the Aqua-Sex Motel, seemed somewhat reluctant about what might lie ahead of them this night. But both Mandy Lewis and her husband, Norm, strode confidently, even anxiously ahead of them.
As for June herself, her heart beat fast; this was the culmination of what seemed like centuries of anticipation. At last, her masturbatory fantasies would be realized. Still, she felt a secret fear that perhaps The Caves did not exist. Perhaps it would turn out to be some elusive goal that could never be realized.
At last, the four of them came to a halt in front of a huge, two-story building with a broad expanse of front yard. The freshly mowed grass and well-trimmed hedges fronted the colonial-style white house with green shutters and stately columns adorning its front. They could see dim lights showing through the draperies of the front windows.
"Well, let's go on in," Norm Horvath said, grabbing Mandy's hand.
Again, Gene seemed reticent. "Yeah, let's do it," he said sighing.
As they walked down the used brick walkway, he whispered in June's ear. "Do me a favor, will you? While you're making it with all these sex-freak animals in there, will you kinda keep out of my sight. I mean, I already asked Mandy to sort of cool it, so will you? I'm keeping my promise by bringing you here, but you know how I feel about watching chicks I dig making it with strange dudes-especially the ones with the muscular builds and great big cocks."
"Okay," June said, hardly paying any attention to him. "I'll try my best to be discreet" But really, June knew the last thing she wanted to be was discreet. She had waited too long; she had connived and fantasized too long. No, she wanted to give herself to whatever it was that lay behind those doors with absolute and total abandon!
They were on the very wide porch now and Norm was pushing the doorbell. After what seemed several minutes to June, a giant of a man in a formal tuxedo answered the door. Totally bald, obese, but with huge, strong, wide shoulders he stared expressionlessly at them. "Well?" he said, waiting.
"Slurpo," Gene Lewis said.
"Very well," the bald giant grunted, "please step inside."
They did and stood in a narrow hallway, a thick, black velvet curtain blocking off their views of the interior of the house.
"Slurpo?" June whispered to Gene.
"Yeah," he said. "I forgot to tell you. Slurpo is the password.
"That will be forty dollars a couple," the giant said, holding out his hand.
"Forty?" Gene said, frowning. "Hey, your prices have gone up."
"That's correct," the giant said pugnaciously. "Everything's gone up, baby. You wanna play slurpo, it costs you eighty bucks for the four of youse."
Norm hastily peeled off the money from his money clip. Gene forked over the money too, but he did so more grudgingly. The crude host placed the bills with a huge roll of other bills from his pocket.
He handed them two keys from a ring which he withdrew from a wall cabinet "One key for each couple," he said. "Go through the curtain-uh-you been here before?"
"No," Gene said, "not at this new location."
"OK, then, you go through the curtain, turn right, and down the hall you'll find the locker room. You can put your clothes and valuables in there. You'll find towels-if you're the shy type." Oddly, gave what sounded like a very effeminate, high-pitched chuckle, then, shaking his head, disappeared through the curtain.
June shrugged and exchanged inquiring glances with Mandy, and then they went back to the locker room. It was a very large room with the lockers arranged in rows. They found the lockers whose numbers corresponded with the numbers on their keys and began undressing. In a few minutes, all of them stood stark-naked.
Gene went to a pile of towels stacked against the wall and returned with four of them. "They got little snaps on them so you can fasten them around your waist," handing them over.
Each of them fastened one of the white towels about the waist, and then they followed Gene, a not very eager leader, back down the wall and stood squinting into a dimly-lit room. The source of light was three low-watt red bulbs spaced widely apart. Gradually, June could make out a few couples writhing on fairly flat mattresses. They were naked and their motions seemed urgent.
"Well, it's 'free time," Gene said. "I haven't been at this location before, but if it's like the other joint you'll find little red-lighted sort of booths throughout the whole goddamn house-upstairs and down, and in the halls, too, right, honey?"
"That's right," Mandy said. "Gee, I'm getting excited. Last time we were at one of these events I must have made it with six or seven different guys."
"And two girls," Gene added.
"That's true," Mandy admitted, blushing.
"Oh, shit," Gene said. "What the hell are we doing here anyway. I wish we were at home. Oh, shit."
"Now don't start that silly jealousy stuff," Mandy said. "Well, too-da-loo," she sing-songed, rippling her fingers in a goodbye gesture. "See you all later." And she walked across the room and disappeared into one of the hallways leading off the main living room.
"See you later," Norm said, following Mandy. "Guess well meet back here when we've had our fill, huh?" he said over his shoulder, but he didn't wait for an answer.
"Oh, shit," Gene said again. "Junie, let's just you and I go and solo it somewhere, all right?"
"Not on your life, Gene. We had our solo at the Aqua-Sex Motel, sugar. Tonight I intend to really play the field-ummm, do I ever want to play the field I But where are the really big orgies?"
"Probably right here in this main room. At least that's the way it was before. But it's still early yet. That'll come later when the place gets filled up. Right now everybody's scattered throughout the house, copping feels, getting and giving head-you know, sexual hors d'oeuvres. Oh, shit! Come on June-just you and me?"
"Not on your life," June said, then made her way across the big room to a different exit As she proceeded, she stole secret glances at the lovemaking on the mattresses. She could barely make them out hut that made it all the more exciting. Good, God, she could hear a very old man grunting and wheezing while what looked like a teenage girl, very voluptuous, sat on his lap, fucking tenaciously.
"Fuck me, you old fart," the girl was urging. "Give me everything you've got in those wrinkled old balls. Come on, Gramps, you got a nice hard-on, so fuck my cunt"
Apparently the action would be exciting and varied, precisely what June had hoped for. She left the main room then and walked warily along the hall. Here and there, men and women stood leaning against the wall, inspecting the passerby. Strangers In The Night, June thought, thrilled beyond her wildest dreams.
Several men reached tentatively for her, but she merely quickened her pace, eluding them. They were not overly persistent and for this she was grateful. She wanted to savor it all; she wasn't in any hurry. A very shapely middle-aged women touched her breast as she rounded a corner. June let the woman plant a wet kiss on her nipple, but then she slipped away from this possible partner too. She did not know what she was searching for, but she guessed she wanted to take a preliminary tour before settling down for her first orgasm.
Just ahead she could see the glow of soft red lights shining onto the very thick carpeting. She quickened her pace and soon she was passing the actual Caves. They seemed to be fashioned out of crumpled-up cardboard of some kind, sort of like egg cartons. And in each one there was a mattress and a low-watt red bulb. There was space enough beyond the lights, too, so that a couple could remain in relative darkness if they so desired.
Next, June came to a cave where a couple was farther back, almost in complete darkness. She could see only the feet of the girl-very young, June guessed. She listened, straining, and heard very precise directions from the young girl telling the man exactly how to eat her cunt and asshole. June had never heard such detailed instructions, and she decided that the girl was obviously some kind of "Instruction Freak."
"Good," the girl rasped. "Yes; the clit; harder now. No, not up and down. Back and forth! Good, good ... now get my asshole. Damn it, I'm spread as wide as I Can get. Put your nose up it. Farther, damn it! Ohhh, good ... yesss, just like that. Now eat, eat, eat....Good, now back to my cunt. Here, I'll spread my lips as far apart as I can. Really get your snout up in there. Ummm ... nice. Ohhhh, you are a cunt-eating mother, aren't you? Very good, you stupid prick! Eat it and let me hear the groans."
June heard a loud slap. "Goddamit!" the girl hissed, "I can get my cunt gobbled anywhere that way! I came here to get eaten my way, do you hear?"
The man babbled apologies, masochism apparently his bag, and then he began following her instructions to the letter as he continued eating her cunt and asshole. "Ummmmm, yessss," the girl said. "No, damn it! Slower! Yes, and really suck on the cunt lips when you do it! Good, fine, now you're getting it Ummmmm...."
At the next cave, June watched a woman in her mid-fifties getting the fucking of her life from a young Adonis, weight-lifter type of male. He had her flat on her back, her legs up over his shoulders, his hands under her sagging ass, and he was slamming his muscular ass at her so hard June could hear the colliding of their pelvis bones. The sounds were earthy, evil, desperate, lovely.
The woman loved it, for she emitted a continuous kind of ecstatic chant as the very strong lad slammed his meat at her relentlessly. "Ang, ah, agh, Ah, Oh," he grunted
"Take that, bitch! Take that," he said. "And that ... and that ... and that ... ah, agh, ang!"
Soon, June had visited every part of the house. Her cunt was wet and her nipples erect. She yearned for contact, but she felt uncertain just where she should begin. Back up on the second floor for the second time she came upon a vacant cave and crawled inside. She felt back into the darkness with her fingers to be certain it was deserted and suddenly a strong hand clasped itself about her wrist. She struggled but the hand pulled her back into the darkness. She cried, "Please, I-this is my first time here. Please ... who are you? Please let me go."
She was in total darkness now, her back against the padded wall unable to see her abductor, somehow she had not suspected even the remotest possibility of this type of action at The Caves. Could rape be possible in this place? Apparently. The voice was low and desperate in her ear and she could hear what she interpreted to be degenerate gasps.
"Take hold of my prick, beautiful," the man commanded. "Do it!"
June grasped the very hard prick at the base and fondled it, not without some pleasure. But the pleasure was mixed with fear.
"Now bend down and lick it for a little while," the voice ordered. "Then I want you to sit on my face."
The strong hands took her by the shoulders and forced her onto the bone-hard and dripping organ. She drew its length into her mouth and began sucking, twirling her tongue about its flared, cobra-like head. "Nice girl," he said. "Good cocksucker, real nice. OK, up on your knees!"
June obeyed, and then her unseen captor fucked her in the mouth while standing. He did this for perhaps two minutes, and then he forced her onto his face. He lay on his back, face up. He pulled her so that she sat squarely on his sharp features.
"Now rid the bicycle, baby. Come on. I saw you in the hall. You're a real beauty and you're square, too. Ride my bicycle face! Hurry, or I'll die! I've wanted to do this all my life with a chick like you!"
Somehow, June understood this man's need and she did precisely as he instructed. She pretended his face was a bicycle seat and she gave her torso a crazy, rotating movement, giving it everything she had.
His groans of slurping appreciation were music to June's ears as she wiped his chin, his nose, his forehead, his gulping lips, with her cunt and asshole.
"Ummm ... Ohhhh ... Ahhhh ... Oaoouuu," he kept moaning as he ate with abandon. She rode his face like a jockey, his hands working on her tingling tits. She could not see this man who wanted his face massaged with wet cunt and asshole, but she reveled in meeting his need. That was what The Caves were all aboufy she thought. Meeting people's innermost sexual needs. So she gave him the female scent and juices he craved to gorge himself on. Sometimes he ceased gulping to insert his fingers into her rectum and vagina, and then he would begin anew his playing the role of bicycle seat.
Then, finally, just quickly as it had begun, it ended. He stopped mouthing her lower holes, forced her mouth onto his engorged rod and fired great spurts of come deep into her throat.
By now highly-aroused, June swallowed the spend with gusto.
Gasping, still in total darkness, the mystery bicycle seat man said, "Oh, thank you, beautiful. That was as nice a treat as I've ever had. You were delicious-like sweet sixteen on a hot summer day. I'll never forget you. Goodbye."
As she crawled to leave, he said, "Oh, if you see a very fat woman-say, about forty-tell her where she can ride a bicycle, OK? I'll be here waiting. Anyone who wants to ride a face will find me here, waiting in the dark."
"Yes, I will," June promised. "Thank you very much. That was delightful."
June was glad she had not come. It had been close, but she had saved herself for-for she knew not what. She slowly walked the halls again, searching, very horny now, ready for her first come of the evening. The bicycle man had primed her very nicely. Now she wanted a big body tingle. With a cock? A mouth? She did not know. She had strolled perhaps ten yards when she sighted one of the most beautiful females she had ever seen standing just inside one of the caves. The woman was perhaps 28 with long, flowing black hair, very straight, and enormous, almond-shaped eyes.
"Hello," the woman said in a very low voice. "My name is Alma. This is my first time here and I am very shy." She beckoned for June to step inside and, crouching, June did so. Never before had June sighted such exquisite, milk-white skin, such perfection of body. Alma's breasts were something out of the centerfold of a men's magazine. "What is your name?" Alma inquired.
"I'm June," June replied, and then, almost instinctively, June's hand reached out and palmed one of Alma's breasts. Instantly, she withdrew the hand, embarrassed. "I'm sorry Alma," June said.
"I-I understand," June stammered. "You needn't apologize. Since the age of sixteen I've been affecting both men and women that way. I'm used to it. There's something about me that turns men into would-be rapists-I mean, men who are ordinarily gentle-and women into near-lesbians. Do you like girls?" Alma inquired.
"Why, no," June said. "I-I've never had a-an affair with a woman before. Are you a lesbian?"
Alma shrugged, smiling and revealing perfectly formed white teeth. "I simply don't know. Quite a few women had fondled me, made me come, but I've been with quite a few men, too. I'm really-very confused. That's why I'm here, you see. I'm still trying to make up my mind. Would you like to lie down beside me?"
June would never have believed the answer that flowed so naturally from her lips. "Yes, Alma, I-I would like to lie down beside you very much."
Alma extended her hand and they retreated to the darker area of the cave, only the faintest glow of the red bulb washing over their naked bodies. Alma lay passively on her back and June lay on her side, propped on one elbow, gazing in astonishment and, yes, lust, at the exquisite perfection of this gorgeous female.
"Go ahead," Alma said. "You don't have to censor yourself. "People seem to go lust-crazy when they see my naked body. I understand. Go ahead and do whatever comes into your mind. I've found that quite a few girls who think they're 'straight' find out they have strong lesbian inclinations when they're with me."
And with that June found her heart hammering within her chest mightily. Swallowing, she involuntarily lowered her head and planted a tender kiss upon the full, moist, ruby-red lips of the beautiful Alma. Alma remained somewhat passive. She merely parted her lips somewhat to allow' June's probing tongue entrance. Then, when June's hand found her breast, she sighed and placed her arm limply about June's shoulder.
June's fingers stroked the full, firm breast for a moment and then both her hands moved excitedly over Alma's nipples, down over her tummy, and finally, as she sucked on the erect nipples her finger began teasing Alma's heavenly, gushing nest. June inserted her finger between this beauty's legs, deep into her cunt and, after gathering cunt juice slowly began massaging the girl's velvet-textured clitoris. Alma pumped ever so easily with her luscious ass, raising it in a slow rhythm."
"Ohhhhh," she murmured in June's ear. "That feels soooo gooood. I love the way you suck my titties. Are you going down on me?"
The thought had not occurred to June, but the instant the words had flowed musically from Alma's lips June knew she would drink from another female's vagina for the first time in her life. She had to! She could not be denied the ultimate taste of this exotic and totally sexual human being. As if hypnotized she began her licking descent.
Alma's fingertips were teasing her cheeks as she worked, lapping at the rib-cage then tonguing the perfect navel. Soon she was sniffing at the lightly-scented, soft-textured pubic mound, her nostrils buried in Alma's bush, as she fingerfucked with her left hand and continued" a steady manipulation of the heaving breasts up above.
Very naturally, tenderly, delicately, Alma spread her legs wide and gave her a slight shove on the back. "You'll feel more comfortable if you move between my legs. People like to eat me that way best. Ummmm ... Ohhhh ... you're an excellent lover, June ... Bet you didn't know you could do this to another woman, huh?" She almost laughed. "But everyone loves to eat me. Go on, June....Go ahead....You're no different from all the rest, but you are wonderful. ... Go ahead and eat my pussy...."
To her total amazement, June obeyed. She placed herself between the long smooth legs and slowly began lapping the length of Alma's delicious vagina. Like a dog, she licked from Alma's tailbone to her clitoris in long, slurping tongue strokes. She inhaled deeply as she licked and she lifted the smooth buttocks from below to meet her urgent tongue. She tried to swallow as much of this cunt nectar as she could with each gobbling slurp.
"Ahhhhh....Ohhhhh ... eat my cunt, Juuuunnnnne ... Ummm, I love it. I always love it this way....Eat my pussy all-up."
It was incredible, June thought, that she could hear Alma uttering the same urgings she herself had often moaned while males had dined on her own cunt. And here she was, doing another female's bidding and loving it.
"Ohhhhh June," Alma wailed. "That's heavenly. You know just how to eat a girl's puss AAAAAI"
June had her chin resting in the channel of Alma's sloppy-wet vagina now as her tongue darted and flicked against the expanded clitoris. She had even allowed her finger to drop and lightly tease this angel's puckered, virginal asshole. To her surprise, she found that she would love to violate Alma, to fuck her. Yes, she wished she could plunge a cock deep into the beauty of this totally sexual creature. Almost sadistically, June then plunged two fingers into Alma's asshole and began fucking hard in this manner. Her other hand lowered from Alma's breasts then and she shoved two fingers hard into her cunt June began fucking with both hands as Alma squirmed, cried out in agonizing ecstasy, pumped hard with abandon and emitted a long trail of coaxings and fourletter words.
"Fuck me, beautiful woman!" Alma cried. "Oh, yessss, fuck meeee! I guess I am a lezzzzzzzz!"
June was proceeding totally by instinct now. She felt she were being directed by a force outside of herself. She ceased her fingerfucking of Alma's cunt and asshole and scooted up so that her breasts hung into the babbling beauty's face. She stared in wonder as this most beautiful of females then nursed on her own tits with such desperation and hunger. Soon she heard her own voice giving directions.
"Finger my hole while you're sucking my nipples," she said, and Alma obeyed. June then knew the feeling of power that must sweep over the male animal when coupling with a sex-crazed female, for Alma obeyed each instruction to the letter. The perfectly-shaped mouth was hollow-cheeked now as it drew each nipple in deeply, and the fingers in June's nest were skillful and tantalizing and maddeningly right on target, anticipating her innermost needs.
If this is lesbianism, where have I been all my life? June thought. She did not care if she were a deviate, a lesbian, a pervert. At this moment, she was experiencing sexual excitement the equal of anything she had ever experienced. She found herself scooting up still further, and then her cunt was forced against Alma's lovely mouth. Alma drank hungrily from her hole, mewing in appreciation as her tongue played a tattoo on her clit and drew each cunt lip deep into her mouth. Alma's fingernails dug into her buttocks passionately.
Something told June she did not wish to come in this position. No. Since this was a female she was balling, she wanted to experience the ultimate in female sex. She wanted it to be special-a special female sex-come with another female. June tore her vagina from Alma's gulping mouth and pried her breasts from Alma's kneading hands. Then she flung herself down alongside Alma and rolled her onto her side so that their bodies were pressed tightly together.
"I adore you I" she gasped. "I want to fuck you."
"Oh, I love you too," Alma replied. "Let's fuck ... fuck, fuck!"
And then their mouths were pressed together, their tongues entwining as they mewed. The feel of Alma's breasts against her own was like nothing June had ever experienced. The feel of Alma's erect nipples stimulating her own nipples nearly blew her mind. Both women wagged their chests back and forth to maximize the friction of nipples against nipples.
Nor had French kissing ever been like this, June thought. They held each other tightly, hugging with passionate arms that clenched and released, moved up, then down. At one point, as their nipples made savage contact and she held Alma's ass cheeks, just as Alma clutched at her own buttocks, she thought she would never again know the sexual joy she felt at that instant And then her knee slipped between Alma's legs and they went on that way, but now with their clitorises making gnashing contact
"Ummm. ... Ohhhh. Ahhhh!" Alma moaned.
And then, just as she was about to reach the heights, to experience one of the most intense orgasms of her life, June felt strong arms. Babbling incomprehensively, as though in a trance, she did not resist It was as if anything that came her way-as long as it was sexual-was welcome. Briefly, she was disappointed, even angry at this interruption, this intrusion, but then she heard male voices, two of them, lustfully speaking, and she permitted herself to be spread and laid flat on her back.
Beside her, another man was spreading the gasping Alma on her back, too.
"These two broads were really getting it on, eh, Sid?" one said, mounting Alma. "They should be nice and primed. Good fuckin', eh? Shit, this one's out of her mind. Whew, oh man do I ever want to get my meat inside this beauty!"
And June watched as the handsome man with the big hard-on began feeding his meat to Alma, who hardly broke her rhythm as she accepted the male meat into her fiery cunt and began fucking passionately and murmuring obscenities.
"Yessss," she cried. "Ohhh, fuck me! I want a man to plug my hole! Fuck me! Fuck me! Stick my cunt good with your big hard-on! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" And June could see Alma digging her fingernails passionately into her new lover's back as the man slammed his meat hard and steady into her delectable pussy.
Even as she watched, she found herself imitating Alma. The male who had seized her, now fastened his mouth over one of her breasts, and he was fucking her very hard, his finger wagging hard up there in her asshole as he drove fiercely into her.
Alma was bleary-eyed with lust as she lifted her firm, perfect ass to meet each of her lover's thrusts, grunting pitifully as she accepted the stabbing hard-on. June imitated, loving the sight of the fucking couple right beside her. The man with in her own vagina had a very hard and very long prick. She could feel its head probing her cervix. But it was the sight of one of the most beautiful girls she had ever laid eyes on getting fucked that most excited June. "Fuck that animal!" June yelled. "Fuck him!"
As her body rocked with each violent cockthrust, June reached out and played with Alma's heaving tit. Alma reached over and groped June's breast too. Then June reached down and placed her hand between the hard-driving prick and Alma's pussy and loved the feeling of taking part in a fuck-actually feeling a fuck. Alma did likewise and the two of them moaned and wailed as they felt each other's cunts being fucked by these strong male intruders.
It was Alma who first offered her cunt-juice and sperm-covered fingers for June to lick. June licked them clean and then offered her fingers to Alma who sucked every speck of male and female love-juice from them.
"Fuck your male animal, too!" Alma cried. "We're fucking these male animals, and they're fucking our holes!" , "Oh, yesssssss!" June cried. "We're using them, using their pricks to make us come. Squeeze his balls while he fucks you, and I-I'll do the same. Are you squeezing that animal's big balls?" June asked, barely able to speak.
"Yesssssssss!" Alma called. "Are youuu?"
'Yesssss!" June yelled back. "Squeeze them harder, really hard. "Let's force them to come-right now-and hose our cunts out!"
"Ouch, goddamit!" one of the men yelled, and the man with Alma complained, too. "Yeeeoooowww!"
"Come you rapist-bastard!" June screamed. "Come this instant! Shoot your sperm right now or I'll tear your balls off!"
"You hear that?" Alma said then. "Shoot your load right now, or else! Hose our cunts out at the same time!"
The sounds of the men working to comply were zoo-like. Great grunts and groans and gurglings flowed from their throats as they stabbed their hard-ons with a vengeance into the clenching cunts.
June rotated her ass fiercely and the waves of indescribable pleasure surged and coursed throughout her body as she used this rapist-type animal to meet her desperate, selfish, sexual needs.
And then the four of them lay gasping, shuddering out the aftermath of their mighty orgasms. At last, June slipped out from under the man she had just fucked. "Very nice for a-an intruder," she said, wondering what it would have been like to come with Alma. She guessed she would never know, for Alma had slipped from consciousness and now both men, even though they had just come, were preparing to go on servicing such a gorgeous female. Even as she lay unconscious, June's ex-lover was beginning to dine on the sleeping Alma's cunt-cleaning up all the "good juices" as it were, and Alma's fucker had placed himself high up on her chest and was forcing his still-stout wanger between her lips for a "forced cocksuck." Both men grunted as they worked on the limp Alma.
Those were the words the two men used, and June knew The Caves were everything she had hoped they would be. Staggering, she left Alma's cave, leaving her to the sexual gluttony of the two men, and wandered crazily down the dimly-lit hallways, looking for something she could not begin to describe. Although she had just had a giant orgasm she was ready for more, ready for anything, the weirder the better. She loved the insanity of the mood that now dominated her.
Within a matter of ten minutes, June found what she was looking for. First, she permitted a stout young man with a very wide hard-on to fuck her asshole to completion. When he was finished, he complimented her on the "tightness" of her "little bung hole" and claimed he had a date with a man in another cave for more of the same.
She roamed the hallways again until she came upon a very short man. Indeed, he was a dwarf. Actually, he seemed to be hiding within the semi-darkness of his cave, so she went in and began talking to him. He explained his horniness and told her no beautiful women seemed to want his body, so she let him eat her for five minutes and then she rode his taut little body, her tits hanging as he greedily sucked them, until she experienced her first double orgasm of the evening.
Again, she departed that cave just as hastily as the others, and she roamed downstairs. There, in the main room, there appeared to be 20 to 25 couples writhing and grunting, screaming and commanding one another as pricks were stuck into mouths, vaginas, assholes willy-nilly. There were women with women, too, and men with men.
Starry-eyed, June leaned back against the wall and knew she had finally laid eyes on the ultimate beauty. This was what she had dreamed of viewing-the human animal in all his disgusting, and at the same time esthetic glory. The sounds of saliva against genitals and genitals squishing against other genitals was a sexual symphony to her ears. There were gasps of deep agonizing despair mingling with ecstatic shrieks-and always the steady rhythmic animal grunts of those intent on reaching their orgasmic climaxes. Heaven, June thought, absolute heaven! And then, in the extreme darkness of one corner, June spotted a man sitting with his hands over his lap. At first she thought he might have merely become exhausted from sexual activity, but looking closer she saw that he was weeping. She got down on her knees, made her way slowly to him through the fucking and sucking couples and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"What's the matter?" she inquired compassionately. "Did some naughty, mean girl bite your prick or something?"
He did not answer. He merely uncovered his lap, revealing the tiniest prick she had ever laid eyes on. It was, she guessed, about one-half the length of her little finger. And beneath this teeny prick was a pair of balls that resembled tiny marbles of flesh. Yes, his tiny balls reminded her of the marbles her brother used to play with as a boy. June thought she understood. She had found someone nobody wanted apparently and immediately her heart went out to the man, who was maybe 24 and extremely handsome-normal in every way except for his very dinky genitals.
"You think you're too-uh-small down there?" she asked.
He just nodded, still crying.
"Come with me, baby," June said, her mouth already salivating from the picture she conjured up in her mind. She took his hand, made him stand up and, as he kept his genitals covered with one hand, she led him back to a vacant cave.
'You won't make fun of me?" he asked as they sat down on the thin mattress, the red glow of the low-watt bulb lighting his tears.
"Make fun of you?" she repeated, her hand already on his leg. "Not at all." She paused, kissed him on the cheek, then said: "The truth is, I-I've never had the pleasure of-of sucking a man's prick and balls at the same time. I mean, the thought of having your prick and testicles in my gulping mouth is driving me crazy."
"Honest?" he said. "You're telling the truth?"
Her hand found his little prick and scrotum and gave a gentle squeeze. "Ummm, honest. But first lie down, huh? And let me do what I'm thinking."
He obeyed, and when he was prone he asked: "But can I fuck you, too?"
"We'll see," June said, actually drooling now, "but first let me eat you. I want to really gobble everything you've got"
June whispered in his ear for a few minutes, telling him how delicious his little prick and balls looked and what a "mea!" she was going to make of him, and then she made him lie back and place his fists under his buttocks so she could really gorge herself. When he was in position, the tiny hard-on standing straight up and the little pair of teensy balls riding high, she placed herself between his spread legs and wagged her titties back and forth across his prize pair for a long time.
Finally, when he was gasping so hard she thought he might faint, she drew his meat into her mouth and bathed both cock and balls in a twirling tongue bath. She found herself breathing hoarsely, insanely as she mouthed his entire genital area at once! Never had she dreamed such a sexual delight could be possible. It was as if she were a goddess privileged to mouth the cradle of the male sperm, the balls, and the spouting penis, both at the same time.
She continued her ball-and-cocksucking for perhaps 20 minutes, stopping each time the man got close to ejaculating. She loved munching lightly on the scrotum with her lower lip while maintaining a continuous pressure against the slit in the end of his tiny hard-on. Actually, it was like eating a female with an enlarged clit, she thought.
It was only when her mouth muscles became so tired she knew she couldn't continue any longer that she increased her tempo, told him to come and waited for his little blast of sperm. To her surprise, his little balls filled her starving mouth to the brim with tangy come and she gobbled endlessly, gulping down every drop of goo as the man wailed in almost demonic appreciation.
"You're an angel," he said afterwards. "I was so depressed I was considering suicide when you came from nowhere. You're an angel," he said again.
She declined politely the exchange of addresses with him but assured him that there were many women who would be delighted to mouth him as often as he pleased. "You, sir, are a cocksucker's dream come true," she assured him. "I've never enjoyed eating a man more. Seek carefully and prudently and you shall find a woman who will die for the right to suck your prick and balls any time you wish."
He seemed to be confident as he walked with a jaunty gait back to the main room. Yes, and his shoulders were squared also. June knew hat she had performed a valuable service as well as having enjoyed a unique sex treat.
Feeling rather spent now, June decided that perhaps it was time to find the others and go home at last. She did not think she could come a single time more. She crept from the cave, stood up and walked slowly toward the locker room. Suddenly an Adonis of a man blocked her path. His shoulders were very broad and he appeared to be a weightlifter-very slim hips, rippling muscles, quite handsome.
"Please step into our cave for a moment, won't you?" he pleaded quietly. He gestured and June saw a lovely young blonde girl squatting within. "My name is Hank," he said, "and this is Jill. Please?"
June ducked and then took a place on the thin mattress, squatting beside the lovely, innocent-looking blonde. "We couldn't help but notice how kind you were to that gentleman with the undersized penis," Hank said.
"Yes," Jill said, smiling sweetly. "That was an act of a very special person-just the sort of girl we've been searching for? You are a most extraordinary female."
"I'm June," June said, beaming. "Uh-just what is it you are seeking? This is my first time here. This entire scene is puzzling to me, but-well, I loved it intensely. Frankly, this kind of group, all-out sex scene is addicting, I find."
Jill batted her long lashes in the soft glow of the red light. "Yes, it is stimulating, isn't it? We find it addictive too, but there are certain things that are best done in private," she said. "Say, in a threesome. Would you be interested in meeting with Hank and me privately sometime? Hank is a superb lover. It's hard to explain, but if you liked this you'll love being with Hank. You see, he had a new way of servicing two women at the same time. Unbelievable!"
June smiled, admiring his huge prick and Jill's taut, full breasts. "A new way?" She laughed. "I don't see how that's possible."
"Take my word for it," Hank said. "It's true." He paused, frowning. "This place is marvelous, I admit. But there is a very special kind of honesty that takes place between two females and one man ... when they're in the privacy of a specially-furnished room."
"Really," June said, shaking her head. "Well, I don't know. This place, The Caves, has turned out to be all I think I'd ever want."
"No," Hank said, "that's not so. Take my word for it June. We've selected you because we see that you're special. For instance, you dislike dishonesty, I would imagine."
"Of course," she said. "Who doesn't?"
Hank and Jill both laughed. "The man wift the tiny prick you just sucked off," Hank said. "He thrives on dishonesty."
"Him?" June said. "Why, that is ridiculous!"
"Wanna bet?" blonde Jill said. "You simply fell into his trap. All the new women who come here-at least most of them-end up sucking him off. He sits around crying, playing 'depressed' and every night three or four women feel sorry for him and nurse on his tiny pecker and nuts for hours. That's what we mean by dishonest. If you want all-out, honest sex, we offer an invitation for you to share a beautiful brand of sex with us-something you will never experience with a herd of naked people en masse."
They were persistent, and finally June agreed to follow them to the locker room where they exchanged addresses and telephone numbers.
"You won't be sorry," Jill said, kissing June's cheek. "Honest. I love your looks and it will be heaven for the three of us. Being in private with Hank is something you'll remember the rest of your life."
Hank kissed her cheek also then. "Goodnight, June," he said. "We'll get together-just the three of us-real soon. Bye."
Dressed, June then decided to go out onto the front porch and wait for the others. To her surprise, Norm, Mandy and Gene were already there. They said they had been waiting for only ten minutes. The four of them then drove home. Only Gene Lewis seemed glum. The rest of them, especially Norm, thought it had been one of the most exciting evenings of their lives. But Mandy was apparently still hot. She said she had come only once. Therefore, nobody objected when she went down on June there in the backseat as they drove home. June had not thought it possible, but she managed to come once more as Mandy's gulping mouth gulped greedily at her cunt.
"Ahhhhh," June gasped. "That was good, Mandy."
"Thanks," Mandy said. "Now finger me off, okay?"
June felt totally exhausted, but she fingerfucked Mandy while Norm watched and soon Mandy let out a long wail and shuddered.
Norm shook his head. "Imagine me watching my wife getting off with another woman. I never would have believed I could savor such a sight, but after tonight's session at The Caves I think I'll never be an inhibited 'square' again. Very liberating, eh Gene?"
Gene, who was driving, just grunted. "Yeah, I suppose so," he said. "I don't know though. Shit, I even had some fag go down on me tonight. It felt damn good, too. That kinda scares me."
June and Mandy just giggled, and Norm laughed heartily. But Gene seemed deadly serious and remained silent all the way home.
CHAPTER NINE
Just five days had passed since the night of The Caves. It was 2:00 in the afternoon and June lay in the steaming tub, just as before, fondling her breasts with the soapy washcloth and readying herself to masturbate. Even as she indulged herself in her sexual fantasies, recalling every vivid detail of that delicious night of fucking and sucking, she marveled at her own insatiable sexual appetite. "You're terrible, June," she said aloud.
She lowered the washcloth, letting its lovely texture stimulate her vaginal lips and lightly tease her clit. So accustomed was she to this form of stimulation that it was no trouble to let her mind dwell on even non-sexual matters.
Things had certainly changed since that night at The Caves. Mandy had informed her that her husband Gene now avoided contact-sexual contact with her-and was claiming that he thought he was a "fag." This amused June, for Gene had phoned her three times since The Caves and had threatened to "turn fag" if she didn't meet him secretly again at the Aqua-Sex Motel. Poor Mandy! she thought, being taken in by Gene's cry of "fag." Perhaps he was fooling around with someone he had met at The Caves and was using the "fag" thing as an excuse for his lack of interest in her.
Or perhaps Gene, like her own husband, Norm, was simply exhausted from outside sexual dalliances. Yes, she knew Norm too well. She knew he was fucking someone, and she knew that the someone was undoubtedly a girl he had met at The Caves. But the difference between Mandy and herself, of course, was that Mandy seemed to be genuinely jealous whereas she couldn't care less. Well, she did care, of course, but she simply assumed that whatever Norm was getting into (literally) would run its course and then he'd be back for his nightly sex with her.
June knew she was not a lesbian, for certain, but at the same time her highly-sensual experience with that beautiful creature, Alma, had been a mind-blower. She now knew that it was possible to find a member of the opposite sex attractive physically, express desire with that individual, and even share an orgasm without committing herself to the role of "pervert."
It was a relief to have shed the guilt of a lifetime that had plagued her regarding her occasional admiration, very subdued sexual desire, for another female. Yes, she felt as if she were now a totally free and sensual human animal, the way she had always wished to be. For once, as a result of The Caves, she could admit true sexual feelings (almost all of them) to herself without feeling like some kind of low-life.
As the water gurgled down the drain, June had to smile though. Why then, if she were so free, was she avoiding young Hank and Jill? They had called her twice about rendezvousing with her for sexual purposes, and each time she had turned them down. Wasn't that some sign of lingering guilt? she wondered. What was she afraid of? Since that night at The Caves she had often visualized Hank's muscled body and desired him sexually. And wasn't young Jill a voluptuous female, very liberated, who might provide even more insight into this newfound freedom June proclaimed she had found?
As she dried herself, June resolved to make a date with the young couple if they phoned again. Yes, she would forget whatever it was that seemed to bother her about them. There was something strange in their eyes-something that hinted of bizarre sex that went beyond the bounds of the openness of The Caves. June could not precisely identify her instincts regarding Hank and Jill, and so she decided to cease being foolish, to cease over-analyzing what were no doubt unfounded fears. I'm still a prude, she thought.
Dressed, June settled into the big leather chair by the fireplace in the living room and began reading a gothic novel. The jacket claimed the book was "bold and sexual" for a gothic, but so far she hadn't found a single line in Lust in the Moor that remotely hinted of anything stronger than hand-holding. She was leafing through the pages, searching for the fuck-parts, when the phone rang. She got up and answered it on the kitchen phone.
It was Jill again. She wondered if June might be available for a threesome with her and Hank this afternoon. Hank would be leaving town on his job for two weeks the following day and this would be their last chance for a while. June agreed, even though it was getting late, took down the directions to their apartment in West Los Angeles, hung up and quickly went out to her car.
Half an hour later she pulled up in front of the two-story building. It was nice-a white building with green shutters-not the land of place where she had expected to find compulsive folks who craved group sex and threesomes. Eagerly, but with that same gnawing feeling within that there was something truly perverse about this rendezvous, June ascended the stairs and quietly knocked on the door of 324.
Jill opened the door just a crack, enough to identify June, then bade her enter. Jill was stark-naked, and over on the large couch Hank lay on his back, naked too, with his enormous hard-on sticking up in the air.
"Hi, honey," Jill said. "Hurry up and get out of your clothes. I was just giving Hank some head, getting him primed for your arrival. Want some coke?"
"Coke?" There was something wild in Jill's previously innocent-looking eyes. "No, I just had a glass of milk. I'm not thirsty."
"Thirsty?" Hank said, playing with his hard wanger. "Who said anything about thirst? She means coke-you know, cocaine. If s a groove fucking and sucking when you're high on coke."
"Uh-no thanks," June said, feeling terribly square.
She allowed Jill to help her out of her clothes, and then she obeyed and went over and sat down on the couch beside the reclining and muscled Hank, who promptly peeled back his foreskin and wagged his huge meat hunk back and forth.
"Suck me a little," he said, that wild look in his eyes. "Lick my prick and balls so Jill can watch. That turns her on more than anything, okay?"
"Okay," June said, truly lusting for the lovely looking prick before her. She bent forward and took the head gently into her mouth. Instantly she could feel its ooze increase. She could taste the sticky lubricant flowing from the cockhead. She swallowed and worked her mouth lower on the monster, caressing Hank's balls now as he moaned and began thrusting his hips slowly.
"A first-rate cocksucker," Hank complimented, digging his hands rather hard into her scalp. "Gulp cock, baby," he urged. "Harder, harder ... more, more."
"Ohhh, whoeee!" Jill squealed from the big chair next to the couch. She was fingering her pussy with one hand, rubbing her nipples with the other hand and staring with wild-eyed admiration at June's laving efforts. "I love the way that girl sucks a prick! I wish I had a movie of this. That girl knows how to take it all right down her gullet."
"Lick her cunt for a while," Hank ordered rather harshly. "Jill, eat her snatch while she licks and sucks. We want her nice and ready for-for the real good stuff."
"Sure, master," Jill said, and came over to June. In a moment, June's ass was raised high to make room for Jill's stabbing tongue in her gushing love hole.
June had nearly ceased her cocksucking to ask what was meant by "the real good stuff" to which Hank had alluded. Also, the use of the word master by Jill had June slightly puzzled. But now Jill's expert tongue, laving every inner fold of her vagina, drove such questions from her mind and she concentrated fully on giving Hank's incredibly beautiful, swollen and dribbling organ a first-rate cocksuck. She really got into the mood of it. She was massaging his big furry balls frenziedly and mewing and gobbling furiously now as he drove his prick savagely into her throat.
In fact, several times Hank actually hurt her throat with his cruel thrusts. June could not remember a man's cock actually hurting her in this way. At first she wondered if maybe she was doing something wrong, something different, but then she realized he was intentionally hurting her-repeatedly ... again ... again ... again....
June decided to cease her cocksucking and take a quick breather from the pain that Hank was delivering. But as she attempted to remove the big prick from her lips Hank grabbed her head in a vise-like grip and held her firmly in place. When he spoke, through clenched teeth, his voice was unlike that of any man's she had ever heard in a sexual situation.
"Stay right where you are, you dumb fucking broad, or I'll knock your fucking teeth out so you can suck my cock the way it's supposed to be sucked!"
June's eyes widened in terror and she froze for a moment.
"He means it, honey," Jill said from behind her. "Better do as he says. I-I don't have any teeth. H-He knocked them out a long time ago. I have dentures. Better do as he says, June."
June's heart beat insanely fast now, but not with lust-with abject terror. So her instincts about these two had been correct after all! Jesus, she thought, I've fallen in with a couple of sadists.
Hank's cock-thrusts were stabbing with such force now that June was gagging, wincing from the pain as the big organ drove deeper and deeper into her throat. It was as if he intended to poke a hole in the roof of her mouth, to permanently damage her throat muscles. He was laughing insanely now as he held her head in both hands and slammed his prick with his entire weight behind each stab.
"Stick your fingers up her cunt and asshole, Jill!" he commanded. "Do it! Jab 'em hard. Hurt, gouge, stick her with your nails! I wanna hear this little prima donna screaming all over my prick!"
Jill obeyed and the gouging and grinding motion in her vagina was almost too painful for June to bear. She did scream, but just as Hank had indicated, her screams poured forth only over his painful flesh-spear, muffled. She attempted to pull away then, and Hank slapped her brutally across the cheek. She saw stars.
"Try that again and I'll pull your hair out by the fistful, bitch!" he yelled, and then he tore out one fistful to give her a sample.
She stopped sucking from the pain and, again, his palm slapped her face. "Suck, dumb cunt!" he screamed. "Suck until I tell you to stop or you'll never know what hit you!"
Tears streaming down her face, June somehow managed to go on ingesting the gristly, huge cock that dug and tore at her mouth so relentlessly. Finally, she sensed that he was about to come. God, she hoped so. For the first time in years, she actually prayed. She considered striking him as hard as she could directly in the testicles, then running, but she feared this monster might somehow survive the blow and beat her senseless.
Abruptly, Hank ceased his hip-thrusting. "Oh, no you don't, bitch!" he rasped. "I ain't coming in your mouth and then going limp. Huh-uh. I'm saving my lust so I can really get into the spirit for our next little treat. We gonna play tie-up and strap-the-dolly...."
Holding June's face out at a distance, he then stared directly into her eyes, as though savoring the sight of her reaction to the agonizing pain that Jill was still delivering to her vagina and rectum with cruel fingers.
"Okay, cut the cunt and ass jabbing," Hank instructed, "and go get the cord and the strap."
Jill obeyed, rose and left for one of the back bedrooms.
"Please ... please?" June whimpered. "Just let me go home. I've had enough ... please? Please?"
"Not yet, little Miss Sweet Bitch. We picked you for a reason. We want you to learn humility. I'm sure glad nobody there at The Caves warned you about us. This is perfect. Just perfect! Don't worry, we'll let you go, but only when we've taught you a little about pain-sex."
"I-I d-don't want t-to know," June blubbered.
"'Course you don't, but who knows? Maybe you'll even like it. Li'l Jill's got so's she likes it. It's all in what you get used to." He gave her hair a fierce tug and June's tears streamed down her face as she conjured up new visions of horrors these two monsters might be capable of perpetrating.
Jill returned then, holding a leather strap and a coil of what looked like clothesline. There was a scarf, too.
"OK," Hank said, "Let's get her gagged, then tie her up and lay the strap to her."
June resisted, trying to cry out, but Hank's strong hand clamped about her mouth until they had secured the scarf about her neck, over her mouth, then tied her hands behind her back. Then she was down on her knees with a handful of hair in Hank's hand. "Take her hair, Jill," Hank ordered, "while I tan her ass."
They transferred her hair from Hank's hand to Jill's, and then June felt the leather belt cruelly lashing her buttocks and lower legs. Again and again it struck, but besides the pain there was the fury and the anger and the degradation of this thing that was being done to her. Such rage June had never known, but mostly there was the terrible pain that struck again and again until she thought she would lose consciousness. Yes, she was passing out. She could feel herself blacking out-.anything, a blessed relief from the pain.
But the cunning animal brain that lurked within this creature, Hank, seemed to sense she was losing consciousness. He stopped the vicious leather strapping, the blows he had delivered with all his strength at the precise instant before June began to slump onto the floor, prone.
Raising her back onto her knees, he said: "I'm going to slide under her and fuck her ass hole," he said, "while you make her eat your cunt, hear?"
"Yesss," Jill replied, really into the scene herself now. "Yes, master, yesssssss!" She cackled then, getting into position, Jill was hissing, and they were degenerate devils, who reveled in hurting, the most perverse and vile beings imaginable, June thought
"Oh second thought," Hank said, "I think I'll fuck her asshole dog-style, yeah. I can hurt her better that way. OK, eat cunt little princess," he rasped, "while I plug that butt till it bleeds!"
June had tasted pussy at The Caves, but it had not been like this. There it had been a new experience-strangely pleasurable-but now was cruel, genuinely obscene, for Jill held her hair and forced her to lick cunt and asshole while Hank intentionally drove his mallet-like prick at cruel angles to induce pain.
Three times the pain became so intense June broke free from Jill's slurpy crotch to emit screams as the brutal prick drove harshly into her innards. Once she blacked out only to awaken and find them still stabbing and probing at her. She wondered if it would ever end.
Finally, though, Hank unplugged himself from her asshole, told Jill to mount her with a dildo, which he produced from a cabinet Then, while Jill fucked her painfully in the ass, Hank stuck his unwashed prick into June's mouth and pumped until his spend spurted in horrendous globs, pouring out over her chin.
Following this, June retreated into a state of near-catatonic shock. As though in a dream, she felt them sliding a rubber sheet beneath her, administering a scalding hot enema and, finally, tying her ankles and wrists to the legs of tables and chairs.
"Now for the come!" Hank screamed. "The triumph that proves pain is the most beautiful of all aphrodisiacs! All right, Jill," he said, "start sucking her breasts real nice while I make her clit come with my oh-so-gentle mouth."
They were demons, for sure, June knew, for suddenly some of the most ecstatic feelings she had ever experienced came in waves all over her body. Her coming was a gasping, seismic thing that left her screaming and bucking involuntarily for several minutes. They both stood watching her then, reveling in their victim the way she imagined a vampire might over a newly-claimed victim.
Afterward, they both questioned her for a long time, and she gave them the answers she knew they wanted to hear. She praised their brutal methods of inducing the most intense of all orgasms. "Yes," she lied, "I am hooked. I hated you both there for a while, but I-I have to have more. It was exquisite. Pain is delicious ... I know that now. Oh, thank you ... thank you-"
They both seemed satisfied with her answers, and after she made a date to meet them again in three days, for another "treatment," they permitted her to leave. They did not know that she despised them, loathed them. She had no desire to join their evil sickness that left a girl without teeth, like Jill.
She staggered down the stairs to her car, every inch of her body aching, and as she drove bleary-eyed for home, she began to loathe herself. How low she had sunk! How could she have fallen into the clutches of two such sadists? No, she decided, one a sadist and the other a masochist! For the first time, she knew she had found, at last, the outer limit of her curiosity regarding sex.
June sobbed as she drove, driving as though drunk, weaving in the late-afternoon traffic
"I hate you, Jill and Hank," she kept repeating over and over. "I hate you both. You have ruined it all ... you ruined the whole group idea for me. You ruined it totally."
CHAPTER TEN
Still numb, June finally swung the car into the driveway at home. Then, as in a trance, she slowly got out, opened the garage door, drove the car inside and closed the door from the inside. The engine was still running. She got back inside the car, sat down on the front seat behind the wheel, rolled both front windows down and rested her head against the back of the seat. Sadly, she inhaled deeply ... then again ... and again....
Visions of her bizarre behavior of the past few weeks flashed before her eyes, and an all-consuming remorse engulfed her being. How very insane I've been, she thought, inhaling the exhaust fumes deeply. I gave myself, my body, to total strangers, let them use me, defile me.
And the sanity that seizes all would-be suicides gripped June Horvath totally. She saw no way out of the degradation she had just exposed herself to at the hands of two sex-freaks, Hank and Jill. She felt dirty, ugly, incapable of ever cleansing herself. Briefly, she envisioned a little girl-innocent, bright-eyed, trusting, moral, good, pure, loving. And the girl was June Horvath, little Junie who had sat on her father's lap so long ago in that simple time of life, her childhood in the uncomplicated world of West Los Angeles.
I am going to join you now, Mother, she thought. Father, I'm coming to be with you ... I am sorry ... so sorry. June breathed deeply, very deeply. The exhaust fumes filled the dark garage now and she could make out the billows of wavering fumes, but just barely. She coughed once, twice, and then she inhaled again, her head back again, resting, seeking what she conceived as eternal rest....
There was a sharp sting, then another. A pleading voice, high-pitched and urgent, kept calling her name. There it came again, the stinging impact and the voice repeating her name: "June! June! Wake up!" the shrill cries kept demanding.
June felt her head moving in response to the stinging sensations, first on one cheek, and then the other. At first, for just an instant, she tried to mouth the word "Mother ... Mother." But then the awful heaviness in her entire body and the piercing headache told her that she was not dead, not in some after-life after all. She blinked, focusing her eyes with difficulty. The first thing she saw was the familiar dining room chandelier, and then, digging her fingers into something at either side of her, she realized that she was lying on her back on her own living room floor. Her hands groped at the thick carpet and the chandelier came clearer and clearer into focus. Finally, she recognized the voice as Mandy's.
"June! Oh, thank God. ... You're awake. Junie, I was terrified!"
It was Mandy Lewis. Her best friend had somehow saved her life and she was not in heaven or hell but right there on her own living room floor. Her first feeling was one of intense and exquisite relief. The thought of dying was repugnant to her. The terrible depression that had insanely driven her to take her life had passed and now she felt only intense gratitude. The insanity had passed.
She cried, and Mandy cradled her head in her lap from her kneeling position there beside her.
And then they were both muttering thanks and repeating each other's' name. Finally, June got to her feet and Mandy helped her over to the couch, where she sat while Mandy went and fixed coffee. Then they sat sipping coffee while June's head slowly cleared.
Inevitably, Mandy said, "But why? Why would you try such a thing, Junie?"
June shook her head, breathing the clean air in deeply, filling her lungs with the fresh and delicious taste of life. "There is no good reason," June said, crying once again. And then she told Mandy everything, about her meeting with Hank and Jill, about the way she hated herself for her disgusting behavior of these past weeks. She told Mandy everything except about meeting her husband, Gene, at the Aqua-Sex Motel.
No, she knew that would be a self-indulgent unkindness to inflict that on Mandy. "And so I simply decided to-to go to sleep forever." She brushed the tears from her eyes and reached out and hugged Mandy. "But it was a momentary insanity. It's passed. Mandy, I can never tell you how-how glad I am that you cared enough to-to stop by I-I feel fine now-well, much better anyway. God, I'm alive!" And again the two women embraced.
They parted and Mandy let out a long sigh. "I really have no idea what brought me here. Maybe it was telepathy or something. I mean, I could have phoned you and just assumed you were out shopping or something. But-but for some reason I just decided to stop in and-well, chat and have a cup of coffee.
They were both silent for a long time then, as if meditating.
Finally, Mandy said: "Pardon a bit of harsh advice from a very good friend?"
June nodded, smiling. "Give me any advice you want. I'll listen to anything you have to say whenever you want to say it. Forever. Shoot."
"Well, June, it seems obvious to me, but maybe it isn't so obvious to you. Sit tight because I'm going to level with you. June, you have always been a very guilt-ridden lady. I think 'lady' is the key word. June, you were raised by very square parents who overprotected you, and you've always seemed to view yourself as pure."
June nodded, listening. She knew Mandy would not lie to her, not now. For the first time in a very long time she actually was listening to someone about to criticize her.
"I mean, you're the kind of female who hasn't been able-until very recently-to say shit if you had a mouth full of it. You've been a very unrealistic female, June. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I imagine until that night with Gene and me you hadn't even balled anyone other than Gene."
June nodded. "That's true," she said. "I was a virgin until Norm, and then we got married not long after my first time." Again, June did not mention that Gene had seduced her just prior to that first foursome with Norm, Gene and Mandy. The main thing was, what Mandy was saying was true. She had been a "square" the worst kind-all her life. A fantasizing, secretly-masturbating square, true, but nevertheless a square, a prude, a better-than-youguys, snooty, morally-superior 'square.'
"Yes, that's what I'm getting at," Mandy said. "Hey, I'm no psychiatrist, but I can tell you that when a girl like you decides to get out there among 'em sexually-well, she's bound to feel a lot of remorse, one helluva lot of guilt." She patted June's cheek. "It just ganged up on you, baby. That's all. You faced a crisis with those two freaks, Hank and Jill, and all of a sudden the training of a lifetime, the puritanical attitudes and the sin overwhelmed you. If it hadn't been Hank and Jill it probably would have been something else. You were on a collision course-self-destructive really."
"Mandy, I think you should have been a psychiatrist." She frowned, shaking her head. "Jesus, what you just said hit me right between the eyes. You're right. I was asking for it all right. But what should I do? What can I do? I can't go back."
Mandy laughed, the old devilish gleam in her lovely eyes. "Of course you can't go back," she said. "And you shouldn't. The old you wasn't any more real than the briefly freaky you. Look, there's nothing wrong with the group thing. We did it in the privacy of our own home and everybody wanted it. And then at The Caves we went to a place where people went for that kind of sex scene of their own volition. Nobody sinned. Nobody did anything wrong."
June felt terribly confused. "We didn't?"
"See?" Mandy said. "Way down deep you still have the guilts. You still have the feeling that you 'sinned.' Well, you didn't I Hell, no! There's nothing wrong with wanting the things you've wanted or doing the things we've done. Like, who's hurt? Or look at it another way ... You found out something important about yourself you never would have known."
"Then why do I feel so damned guilty?"
Mandy gave June's shoulder a playful shove with her fist. "Because you were raised to think sex is evil-especially weird and evil things like orgies. But the only tiling evil that happened-if that's what it is, evil I mean, were those two assholes who deceived you, who lied to you, who hurt you and used you against your will. And hell, in any situation people who lie, hurt and me are evil, right?"
June nodded, comprehending slowly. "Yes, I guess that's true."
"Damn right it's true. Those two ding-a-lings would be evil if they were retail clerks behind a counter, car salesman, college professors, artists, plumbers, whatever. I mean, it's the lying, doing things to people that hurt them, the cheating and making them do things by force that is evil. I mean, is masturbation evil? Who the hell are you hurting? But you were probably raised to believe to think you were evil if you did it. No wonder you feel guilty but you shouldn't and you don't have to. You're one helluva nice girl-I mean swell person, OK? And that's all I have to say."
June was smiling now, loving the feeling of smiling honestly without the guilt way down inside, hiding there. She felt an indescribable release. She felt that she would never have to hide the real June again. It was maybe the best she had felt in her whole life. "Wow!" she blurted. "Maybe I should have been Catholic or something. I confessed and I feel marvelous. Jesus, I just tried to Mil myself and already I feel better than I can ever remember. You're my priestess, Mandy. No fooling."
Again, they embraced. "Well, let's not get sacrilegious," Mandy said, grinning. "The main thing is you feel good, sugar, and we'll never mention what nearly happened out there in that garage to anyone, correct?"
"Correct," June said. She got up then and did a pirouette. She stretched, standing on the balls of her feet. "God bless America," she sang, " ... land that I love...."
"Oh, my God," Mandy said, shaking her head, but smiling. "Now she's getting patriotic on me. Hey, let's have a drink so we don't get to feeling too pure, all right?"
"That sounds like a marvelous idea," June said.
In the kitchen, June poured two very strong bourbons with a dash of water, plopped ice cubes in the old-fashioned glasses and they sat down and stared out the window. From the family-room table-from that vantage point-they could see a moving van in front of one of the houses across the street.
"Hmm, I wonder who's moving in," she said, watching the uniformed men loading furniture through the front door. "I don't even know who's moving out. Damn I've been clannish. Don't even know the neighbors, really."
June sipped her drink, and then Mandy drank down half of hers and offered a toast. "To the new June," she said. "To the June who will now proceed in life with moderation in all things. Including orgies." She shrugged. "Ah, moderation ... maybe just two or three orgies a week, and then only with friends."
"I'll drink to that," June said, giggling. She could feel the warm glow of the alcohol mingling with her newfound feeling of release.
They fixed another drink in a few minutes and continued staring out the window at the moving men at the house across the street. Pretty soon a red sports car, a Masarati, pulled to a hasty stop in front and a young couple got out and stood watching the movers. The man said something to one of the movers, and then he signed something the man offered him on a clipboard.
"The new neighbors," Mandy said. "Hey, he's cute. He looks a little like Robert Wagner, huh?"
Mandy's voice sounded a little slurred. She was getting tipsy. She wasn't used to drinking so early in the day. And when June spoke she realized she was feeling just the least bit tipsy too.
"No," June contradicted, 'I'd say he looks more like a very young Clark Gable, or maybe George Hamilton."
"Clark Gable?" Mandy said, bunching her face up. "Christ, why not say he looks like Valentino-yeah, Rudolph Valentino!"
They both giggled hilariously.
"Sir Francis Drake," June said.
"No, Ponce de Leon," Mandy said.
"I bet he has a big one," June said. "Whoever he is!"
Mandy held up her little finger. "Huh-uh, I bet it's more like this."
Again, they doubled up with laughter. Tears flowed down their cheeks as they giggled and sputtered and guffawed outlandishly.
June finally got control of herself and dabbed at her eyes. She winked. "Well, we'll soon know, won't we? Let's invite the new couple over for a 'Get Acquainted Party.' What do you say?"
"That's a terrific idea," Mandy said. "But I hope she's not as square as you. I mean, just think of her having to go through all that guilt crap."
"Oh, yes," June said. "Ugh, that would be awful. Say, maybe we shouldn't invite her. She's too pretty anyway. Look at that body. Norm and Gene would go ga-ga."
"Aw, what the hell," Mandy said. "So they can have her, and we can have him, huh?"
"That sounds fair to me," June said. "Umm, does he ever look lovely. Ummmm. Positively yummy. But we won't force them to do a thing. It'll be entirely up to them."
"That's right," Mandy said. "Now you got the idea, girl. Let freedom ring. Hey, how about another drink?"
"Coming right up," June said, grabbing the glasses and staggering just a little as she went to make more drinks. As she poured two fresh ones, she said: "I hope for that girl's sake that her mama never told her not to masturbate in the bath-tub, you know? I mean, that would be a terrible handicap. Norm and Gene would have an awful lot to overcome."
"Grrrr," Mandy said. "Let's not even think about that. When do you want to invite them over?"
"Oh, give 'em a day or so. Let 'em get settled." June said. "And then we strike!"
"Right," Mandy said. "Here's to the party."
They clinked their glasses together, nearly spilling their drinks. With difficulty, June focused her eyes on the new young couple.
"It's gonna be nice, huh? Six of us ... three couples all making it together. Whoooeeeee. I can hardly wait."
