Hal Woods looked through his binoculars again and stared at the blonde girl standing on the shore of Indian Lake. He developed an erection as he surveyed her lush body, which was all but naked except for a tiny, pink bikini. The blonde had large breasts that bounced when she walked and there were deep dimples over her shapely ass. He had heard that a new couple had moved into Indian Lake Acres, the recently built suburban community, and he was sure that she was die distaff side of the pair and not just some neighbor's guest. Swap City, as he and the other married swingers called the place, needed some fresh blood.
When the blonde walked into the clear water with her tits rolling and her ass rocking. Hal's sex organ throbbed stiffly. She was only about twenty, a full decade and a half younger than himself. Would the girl be willing to join the community's informal adultery club? If she was he would only be too willing to break her in. Hell, he hadn't had a piece like that in years.
"What got you all hot and bothered?" Rena, his wife, asked as she cupped one of her hands over his crotch to feel his lust-hard prick.
'Take a look for yourself," he answered, giving her the binoculars.
The slim, pretty woman gazed through the glasses and let out a laugh. "I can see Jerry across the way giving the girl a look through his binoculars," she said. "I bet that he's got fucking on his mind, too."
Jerry Webster, one of the horniest husbands in Swap City, would be the first to know that fresh meat was in the area, Hal thought. It had been Jerry and his wife, Ann, who had first introduced them to the special fun and games Indian Lake Acres had to offer to fairly young and broadminded married couples.
The suburban community consists of fifty single-family houses clustered about a private lake, that was used only by residents and their guests. Most of the houses were owned by couples between the ages of twenty-five and forty, in the middle-income bracket, although there were some retirees. Of these fifty couples, then were members of a sex club that was dedicated to relieving boredom and opening new adventures for those who wanted to enjoy life to the hilt. Since joining the swap club a year ago, Hal Woods had had nine other women besides his wife. Rena, of course, had had nine other men, so that there was no reason for her to be envious of her husband. Since the members of the club were always on the outlook for new couples, it was not surprising that the shapely blonde was being stared at with more than passing interest
"Hey!" Rena said suddenly. "This fellow must be her husband. He looks good enough to eat."
"Stop drooling and let me have a peek," Hal said as he took the glasses back.
A well-built man in his late twenties was striding towards the lake and Hal followed him with the binoculars. He had a golden tan and a mass of golden curls. Hal was sure that Ann Webster, across the lake, was staring at him, too, by now. She had a passion for younger men and this new one in the community was just about the youngest adult male around.
He watched the golden boy jump into the lake and swim towards the blonde with sure, graceful strokes. The young couple reached the wooden raft that was anchored in the middle of the lake and they boarded it easily. They stood up next to one another; and Hal felt his cock press against his jockey shorts in a need to be free and fucking. The blonde's body was even sexier looking shiny wet and her tiny bikini clung so tightly against her skin that he could see the soft line where her butt halves met Her nipples stood out against the pink cloth in large, twin circles and he could almost see die bunching caused by her pubic hair.
Again his wife clutched his prick. "Down, boy," she told him thickly. "You'll bust your britches in another second."
Hal stepped back from the window and put the binoculars down. With one stroke of his hand he opened his fly and exposed his rigid maleness. "Just looking at that blonde is an aphrodisiac to me," he said. "Hop into bed. I want to screw your cunt off."
"Hal," Rena laughed. Tm your own wife!"
"That's all right I won't tell the others we fucked one another."
"If you did we'd be kicked out of the swap club," she chided. "Now just hang on. Relief is only a minute away."
The slim woman pulled her dress off and then undid her bra. Her breasts were small, firm and uptilted with thick, dark nipples in a state of erection. When she pulled down her panties, she revealed the body of a teenaged girl. She had a light covering of hair between her legs and her buttocks were saucy and nicely rounded. Lome Blackwell, a forty-year-old lawyer who was a charter member of Swap City, liked Rena because she gave the illusion of extreme youth even though she was over the age of thirty. He was self-confessed "Lolita-man," who craved the bodies of young girls but didn't dare to indulge his vice. Lome Blackwell, however, found his outlet via adult women who were slightly built The variety of bodies that could be found in the swap dub was enough to satisfy everyone's tastes.
Hal removed his clothes. Like his wife, he was on the trim, slender side and he looked younger than his years.
When viewed from a distance, the couple, who had been married for a dozen years, looked like a pair of adolescents.
Rena slipped her fingers over her husband's aroused tube of flesh and pulled on it a few times. "Honey, you've got a hard problem there," she teased.
"And I'm going to give it to you to solve!" he exclaimed happily.
Hal pushed his wife against the bed and pressed his nude body down on top of hers. Their bodies melded together swiftly after so many years of practice. Hal rammed his iron-hard cock into her cunt and felt the moist warmth of her sexual slit engulf his manhood. With one, dagger-like thrust he was all the way into his wife's slender body. He lifted his lower torso and rammed down again, beginning his fucking motions. He screwed Rena faster and faster and she squirmed under him with sheer delight. Her nipples, like hard little cocks, fucked up against his bare chest as they moved together.
"More!" Rena gasped. "My cunt is on fire!"
The trim-bodied man responded by thrusting his blood-engorged prick into her slit with increasing speed and violence. He opened his mouth and placed it against her lips. Rena opened her mouth and their tongues met and wrestled together like snakes in heat. He felt those juicy nipples against his chest and hungered to mouth them. In his cock his sperm boiled and screamed for release, but he held back. He prided himself on being one of the few men in Swap City who could sustain an aroused sexual state for a long time. By keeping his come from boiling over, he could keep his cock stiff and fucking, which, of course, made him very popular with the women in the sex club.
Hal rammed his joy tube into Rena's hairy slit so rapidly that they both began to sweat. Their moisture created a slippery film between them and Hal found himself sliding along his wife's smooth nakedness.
Down in the lake below his house, he heard a woman scream and then a splash. It was that new girl...the blonde with a body made for fucking and sucking. A sudden picture of the girl standing on that wooden raft in her wet, pink bikini flashed in Hal's mind. Then the bikini vanished and he thought of her standing in all her naked glory with her big tits bared and her pubic hair exposed. His climax came in such a swift outburst that he could not control himself any longer.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Rena sighed in ecstasy.
Hal hung on to her slippery body and pressed even harder against her aroused nipples as he poured out his virility. Rena, at the peak of her desires, lifted her legs high in the air and pushed her torso up against her husband's spurting prick. Both of them breathed loudly as their bodies throbbed with wild lust. They clung to one another even as their flesh slowly cooled. Neither wanted to be the first to break contact so they locked together for a long time.
"I wonder what the hell got into me," Hal whispered.
Rena chewed one of his ear, then said, "I know what the hell got into me"
Hal rolled over on his back and his limp cock flapped with the sudden movement. When he heard the new girl cry out again, he left the bed, grabbed the binoculars, and gazed through the front window with them.
"Watch yourself!" Rena warned. "Do you want to get arrested for indecent exposure?"
He was too interested in the sight below him to care about being caught in the nude. The blonde was floating on her back with her large breasts looking like an inflated life preserver. Her eyes were closed against the sun and the golden boy was swimming by her side with his huge shoulders shining. He appeared to be talking softly to her and, quite suddenly, she opened her eyes and stared directly up.
Hal stepped back knowing that she had seen him and that the fellow had probably told her about his nakedness and his staring. Of all the shitty luck! Now the couple would tag him as a weirdo. It was difficult enough to cultivate friendships at Indian Lake Acres without having a strike against you to begin with. Although Hal knew that the blonde had seen him he could not resist staring through the window as her lush body floated away. He began to develop another hard-on.
"See him?" Dirk Winters asked his blonde wife who was floating only inches away.
"How could I miss that guy?" she answered closing her blue eyes. "He's been staring at me since I came to the lake. I expected to be a hit with the men around here but I never expected this much attention so soon. Did you see that other character across the way? I could almost feel his eyes coming out of those binoculars."
The muscular young man slipped one of his hand's under his wife's body. He grabbed her ass and squeezed. "Don't get too conceited, sweetie," he said. "The woman was looking at me for an even longer time."
"Listen to my proud beauty. Who's conceited now? I don't see any naked women flaunting their cunts in any of those windows at you," Lillian said as she waved towards the many houses surrounding the lake.
Dirk rolled over on his back and floated along with his wife. The sun was warm on his face. Like Lillian, he enjoyed sports and this lake provided swimming in the summer and ice skating in the winter. There were also those indoor sports he had been hearing about that was even more popular in the suburban community. Rumor had it that quite a number of married couples had gotten together to form a swapping club and this was one of the reasons he had bought a house here in the first place. It was silly to invest your money in a dull community when you could have dozens of tits, cunts and asses to swim around in; a lake of flesh. Lillian, he knew, also enjoyed her cock even though she had soured on his lately. If they played their cards right, Indian Lake Acres would make life worth living again for both of them.
How much longer was their marriage going to last? From the very beginning he, as well as Lillian, knew that their marriage had been a mistake. Both were too much alike; both were spoiled, grasping and self-seeking. The marriage of a taker to another taker spelt disaster. A taker had to marry a giver in order to be happy. While Lillian was very young and beautiful, she bored him because, like himself, she wanted to be adored and cared for. To make a marriage work there had to be some difference between the partners, but they were so much alike they were twins; twins with sex being their only difference. Both had come from wealthy backgrounds and both had run through their inheritances. Only their concerned lawyers kept them both from going bankrupt and it was they who suggested that they buy a house as an investment if anything. Dirk didn't know about his wife but he hoped that it would be an investment in more ways than one. He hoped that he would find the kind of woman he needed...one who would do all the loving while he permitted himself to be loved. If Indian Lake Acres had as many sex-hungry women as he had heard, he might just exchange the glittering but shallow Lillian for someone closer to his needs.
A splash of water made him open his eyes. Next to him a plump brunette woman in her thirties swam by. "Sorry," she smiled.
"Don't mention it," Dirk answered knowing that she had deliberately splashed him to start a conversation. Well, he thought, he had to start getting sociable sooner or later.
"My name is Marion Blackwell," she told him. "My husband's name is Lome. Are you two new here?"
Dirk introduced himself and his wife and assured the rather plain woman that they, indeed, were the new neighbors. As a man who had a great deal of experience with women, Dirk Winters knew that the matronly housewife was sexually interested in him. He could all but feel her vibrations reaching out towards him under the water, begging, "Fuck me. Suck me. Give me your prick."
Marion Blackwell was no beauty contest winner but she did have a certain animal charm, Dirk observed. Her meaty body turned him on. While some men liked their women on the willowy side, he liked something he could get his teeth into. If the plump woman belonged to the swap club he would love to join. For this reason he accepted Marion's invitation to cocktails at her place. This might be the start of something big and sexy.
"Now why did you accept, Dirk?" Lillian moaned when the woman swam away. "Can't we just enjoy privacy for awhile before we socialize?"
Dirk tossed her a quick smile, "Now, Lillian, you know that we'd bore one another to death inside of a week if we were left to our own devices. For all we know the Black-wells might be members of a wife-swapping club and they might want to sound us out about joining."
"You mean you'd swap me for that cow?" Thanks a lot!"
Lillian rolled over on her back and glanced towards the house where the naked man had stood at the window. "If she's married to that exhibitionist, forget it," she said.
Dirk grasped her buttocks again and this time he pulled the lower half of her bikini down playfully.
"You crazy bastard!" she gasped as she treaded water trying to get the skimpy garment on, but it floated away from her. Dirk, carrying the joke a bit further, grabbed the bikini half and swam away rapidly.
Lillian could feel several binoculars on her now as she tried to keep her naked ass and cunt under the surface of the water. The fucking area was crowded with voyeurs as well as exhibitionists, she thought angrily. She knew that her husband had selected just this suburban community because it was rife with all kinds of hidden sexuality. She realized that he was anxious to break up their relationship so he could form a new one. Dirk was never one to close a door before opening another first. The handsome bastard was as calculating as he was cruel. He was enjoying her discomfort in the water. Well, if she met the right kind of man who would appreciate her, she would drop Dirk fast enough. There was a race to see who would drop the other first. Neither one of them had brought it out into the open but there was that unspoken agreement between them..
As she watched her spoiled, willful, childish husband drift further and further away with the lower half of her bikini, her anger grew. He was so damned sure that she would not swim after him and expose herself. Very well. He was in for one hell of a surprise.
The beautiful blonde started to swim towards the shore with measured strokes. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the expression on Dirk's face as the ripe melons of her ass rose to the surface. She could also see the sun reflect on at least four binoculars as people stared at her from the shorefront homes. Dirk had sought to embarrass her and now she was going to turn the tables by walking out of the water completely and let all those who wanted to see stare to their hearts' content.
Dirk realized what his wife was about to do and called out to her, but she ignored him. She swam ceaselessly, feeling the weight of many different eyes on her back. When she looked toward the beach she saw several people standing there and gazing in her direction. Dirk waved the lower half of her bikini at her and begged her to put it on, but this only served notice-to them that she was naked from the tits down. Two of the watchers on the beach were teenaged boys, sons of the older couple they were with, no doubt. The family group was in for a shock, she smiled to herself as she came nearer. Dirk, realizing he could not halt her, stood in the shallow end of the lake as she stopped swimming and started walking out of the water.
Lillian ignored the stares of the teenaged boys and the older people as she left the water and displayed her soaked pubic patch. She heard the woman gasp as she strode on but the man and the two boys gaped at her in silence. Lillian didn't hurry or try to hide her cunt with her hand. She wanted to give them a good look. As she walked by the couple and their boys, she felt their eyes, as well as the eyes behind all those binoculars, ass into her ripe ass like many small flames. She was tempted to strip off her bra and show them her big boobies, too, but thought better of it.
"Gee, dad, look.. . , " the younger boy, who was about fifteen, gasped when she bent down slowly to pick up her towel. She purposely allowed her butt halves to part so that her asshole could be seen by anyone with normal vision and normal interest
Lillian wrapped the towel around her waist and didn't bother to turn to see her husband. She would have a bad enough session with him later on but for the moment she wanted to savor his shame as he stood there with the lower half of her bikini in his hands. She wanted the new neighbors to know just what kind of son-of-a-bitch he was.
The beautiful blonde strode off the beach and walked up a paved road that led to her newly bought home. She hadn't been in Indian Lake Acres for more than two hours and she realized, she had already caused a scandal. Lillian smiled to herself as she walked along the road. She rather enjoyed scandals and she was sure that this one wasn't going to be the last
TWO
"Naked!" Jerry Webster cried as he lowered his binoculars. "She was bare-assed naked! If I didn't see it with my own eyes I'd never have believed it! That broad must be some kind of sex psycho."
"Her husband is the psycho," his wife, Ann, told him. "I saw the way he pulled her pants off under water. If you ever did that to me I'd walk out of the lake just for spite, too."
"Yes, but right in front of the minister, his wife and his boys? Of all the people to be on the beach at that time! They're the squarest family in Indian Lake. This is going to give the good man a sermon for next Sunday, I'll bet"
Jerry brought his binoculars to bear on the four people on the beach. The two boys were talking excitedly between themselves. They were nice, healthy, horny kids who would probably spend the rest of the summer watching the blonde in hopes that she would go into another strip routine. He was sure that the boys were going to jerk off later on thinking of that wonderful pussy and ass. As for the minister and his wife, they just stood there as if rooted to the spot They appeared as if they still couldn't believe their eyes. No doubt they thought their young sons were now forever corrupted by their first view of a woman's sex organ.
Jerry's hands trembled as he brought his binoculars to bear on The tanned young man who had taken the bikini half off the blonde. Even at this distance he could see that he was angry. For one thing he had thrown the bikini half away and it floated on the surface of the lake like a dead salmon. He plowed through the water swiftly causing white foam to boil up in his wake. Was the man a wife-beater? Jerry wondered. He couldn't bear to flunk of such a lovely doll being struck. If the man didn't want her any more he sure as hell did. He would do anything to get into that lush body.
He thought about how Marion Blackwell got to the couple first and starting a conversation by splashing the tanned stud. He was sure that the lard-assed broad already staked out his new cock. While Marion looked as dull as dishwater, in the sack she was anything but He knew because he had fucked her several times in swap sessions. The one thing he learned about swapping was that the plainest broads were often the best lays while some of the sexiest looking cunts were nothing. He wondered if the blonde was as good as she looked. Hell, it wouldn't matter to him if she just stretched out and let him do all the work. He could chew on the sweet pussy for hours.
Jerry watched the man all but run out of the water towards the paved road. The minister and his family gaped as he went by. He looked big and tough and Jerry's concern about the blonde grew. The suburban community never had a murder even if it had everything else.
"Just look at the body on the boy!" Ann sighed. I'd love to have him in bed. He looks powerful enough to screw me to the mattress."
"Marion got to him first so you'll have to have sloppy seconds on that stud."
"That bitch would get her bid in first She couldn't appreciate him as I can. There is nothing in this world as wonderful as a big, husky young man with balls loaded with juice and a long hose of a cock to squirt it out with."
"Well, be my guest and go after him. Invite him to a swap. I'd love to sink my choppers into that blonde cunt"
"Speak of the devil," Ann said. "Here conies Marion now."
The plump matron smiled up at Jerry as she hurried to the front door. He looked down at her with his binoculars as stared right into the valley that was formed by her huge breasts. He never knew why she always wore such unflattering bathing suits when she did have enough of a figure to show off. As they say on television: When you got it, flaunt it
If Marion lost only about twenty pounds or so she would have a fine body to flaunt around Indian Lake. But still, there was something to be said for grabbing a nice, plump broad instead of a bag of bones, Jerry mused. Marion's husband liked thin dames, which would be a real problem if he didn't have the swap club where he could meet skinny types like Rena with her high-school boobies and her almost boyish behind. If it wasn't for the swap club, Lome would have divorced his overweight wife long ago. Adultery was supposed to break up marriages but around Indian Lake Acres, it saved them.
"Did you see what I saw?" Marion gasped as soon as she came into the house. "That new blonde actually showed herself naked in front of the minister, of all people!"
"Who are they?" Ann wanted to know. "Are they guests or did they but a house?"
"Their names are Dirk and Lillian Winters," the matron informed them, "and they've accepted my invitation to cocktails this afternoon."
"This afternoon?" Jerry repeated. "You sure as hell work fast Wd. I bet you can't wait to get your hands on that stud's prick and balls."
"Well, do you blame me?" she responded. "Nothing personal, Jerry, but you don't see many beautiful men around this lake."
"You think they'd want to join our club?" Ann asked.
Marion shrugged. "Who knows? Still, there's no harm in trying. I only wanted to feel them out during the cocktail party, but now I doubt if they'll ever show up. Dirk went out of the water steaming mad."
Jerry, aroused by the closeness and availability of the plump woman, reached down and patted her wide rear. "You've always got me, kid. If they don't come for cocktails we can have cocks and tails here."
Marion flushed redly. Even after so many sex experiences with so many different men fuck talk still made her blush. Jerry, seeing that the woman's erotic motor was humming, decided to make a pass at her. He leaned down and kissed the tops of her breasts, which poked out of her tight bathing suit. He always did get a special kick in having sex in front of an audience even if the audience was one and she was his wife. Everyone had their own sexual kink and exhibitionism was his.
Ann, Jerry's wife, enjoyed watching sexual acts performed so she became aroused, too, when he made erotic advances towards the woman. Marion, however, was always shy about performing sexually in front of another because was self-conscious about her over-weight body. She hesitated to encourage Jerry, the man she always liked if not loved. "That blonde really turned you on," she said. "If she comes in this afternoon I'll put in a good word for you."
"A broad in the morning is better than two in the afternoon, to paraphrase a cliche" he smiled.
Jerry hooked his thumbs under Marion's bathing suit straps and brought them down her shoulders. He pulled the top part of her one-piece down to her waist and exposed her breasts. Her nipples were dark and the size of silver dollars. Jerry lifted one of her breasts and leaned down to take the nipple in his mouth. As he sucked her tit, his wife drew the drapes across the windows making the room more intimate. She came closer to stare at her husband as he mouthed another woman's nipple.
Marion was now less self-conscious about performing before the audience of one, because sexual arousal took hold of her ample body. She sighed as she felt the man's teeth and tongue caress her tit and she ran her finger through what was left of Jerry's hair. He was a tall, gangling fellow with long, loose limbs and he all but towered over her. In college he had been a basketball player and on his job as a trucking dispatcher he was known as "Jerry the Giant" She reached out under his sports shirt and felt his hairy chest His body was hard and athletic even though he gave the impression of being soft and flabby. As Marion became more excited by the man's sucking she pulled the rest of her bathing suit down and exposed her well-padded figure. Her hips were wide and large, pillowy ass contrasted palely against her sun-darkened body. This two-toned effect made her white rear seem even larger than it really was; but she was now so lost in lust she didn't care.
Jerry let go of her nipple and stood up. He stepped backward and gazed at the woman's nudity. "Looking sexy today, kid," he told her. "You're about as ready for a fuck as you'll ever be."
He stripped off his clothes quickly as his wife and the woman he was going to commit adultery with stood watching with interest When he took off his shorts, he displayed a larger-than-average prick that was in a full state of erection. He faced both women for a moment with his hands on his hips, strutting even while standing still. Jerry loved to have women stare at his long, thick cock and his hairy balls.
Ann began to breathe heavily with mounting excitement Just watching others make love was sometimes more thrilling to her than doing it herself. This was one of those times. "Let's all go to bed," she suggested.
When Marion sat down on the bed, she faced Jerry's upright tool as he stood before her. In a sudden need for contact she opened her mouth and started to give him a blow job. Arm sat next to her and watched the sexual contact close up. She felt her nipples grow taut with wanting. Now she wanted to do something more than just watch; so she removed her blouse and bra as Marion sucked away at her husband's big prick.
Her breasts were smaller than Marion's, but they were perfect cones capped by rose-red nipples. She pulled off her slacks and panties to reveal her slitted sexual opening, which was covered by a mat of light-brown hair. She scratched her cunt in wild abandon and then fucked herself with a finger.
"You don't have to jerk off, Ann," her husband said. "Join the party."
"You've only got one cock even if it is a large one," she grinned wickedly.
"Then suck my balls," he urged.
Ann slipped to her knees and licked her husband's thighs. She crept around behind him and had Jerry spread his legs further so that she could get her head in between them. Once she did she looked up at his hanging balls that swung darkly above her like a pair of ripe plums. She also saw Marion's mouth slide up and down along his prick. Saliva dampened his cock so that it was shiny. Ann sat on the floor between her husband's parted feet, threw her head back and opened her mouth. She rose slightly and Jerry's round, soft balls filled her. His testicles were really too big to suck but she tried anyhow. She felt the dry bristles of his pubic hairs sweep across her tongue and she heard Marion breathe passionately as she sucked only an inch away.
"Girls," Jerry whispered joyfully, "you're eating me alive!"
Both Marion and Ann sucked harder as they realized the man was close to shooting his load. Ann felt the balls tighten as he started to come.
"Ummmmmmm!" Marion sighed, her mouth filled with cock as Jerry climaxed. As the man spewed his come, she drank the fluid as if it were champagne.
Some wives in the swap club only sucked a man to the point of climax but refused to swallow sperm, while other, like Marion, enjoyed drinking the male juice. As Marion sucked him off, Jerry held her head as if wanting to keep her blowing for as long as possible. At the same time, the chubby, naked woman showed how much she enjoyed the contact by grapping his ass and pushing his cock against the back of her throat This all but forced Ann out of her place under Jerry's nuts and she let them go. Completely aroused now she stood up and rubbed her cunt up and down along one of his legs. She looked down and watched Marion blow her husband. Her fat breasts rolled as she moved and her large, dark nipples were stuck out to hard points.
Marion kept sucking Jerry's cock until she drained him dry and his meat softened. She threw herself back on the bed with her legs spread wide but her feet still on the floor. "Now suck my cunt" she all but ordered.
Without a word Jerry knelt in front of her and licked the black patch of her pubic triangle. He probed inside her slit with his tongue and started to suck.
"Oh, blow me!" Marion sighed in ecstasy. "Blow me good!"
The nude man chewed on her pussy and lifted her legs up so that he would have more room to work the act of cunnilingus in. He could taste the lake water that still clung to her body. Jerry spread the woman's cunt wide so that he could see the rosy interior. He touched her clitoris gently, the small, red bud of flesh that was so much like a tiny cock. It was stiff with engorged blood and passion, and Marion grunted animalistically when he sucked on it. He was touching her in a woman's most sensitive spot and she was responding with sheer lust He ran the tip of his tongue over the bit of flesh and Marion clutched at his bald scalp.
"Jerry! Oh, Jerry! What you're doing to me!" she cried.
Ann sat naked on the edge of the bed and watched her husband blow the plump matron. She fingered her pussy again and played with the hard clitoris. Ever since she found this delightful little prick of meat inside her body, she never stopped playing with it despite the fact she married a very sensual man and also became active in a swap club. Masturbation was supposed to be something only nasty little boys indulged in, but she knew that most of her girlfriends in her childhood had also found pleasure hi fingering themselves and one another.
While her husband made oral love to Marion, she knelt next to him in order to get a close-up view of mouth upon vagina. Her voyeurism knew no bounds and she was always sticking her nose in the most unlikely places. Ann rubbed her tits over her husband's rear and reached around his body to grasp his partially erect prick. As she manipulated the long, warm tube of flesh, she felt it swell and become hard.
"Second round," Jerry mumbled when he stopped blowing Marion.
He got up and placed his athletic body on top of the chubby woman's. He rammed his prick into her well-sucked cunt and started pumping. Ann shoved her face in closer and lifted his balls so that she could have an unobstructed view of the fucking.
Jerry usually didn't have two orgasms so close together when he only had his wife to fuck, but, since joining the swap club, the well of his virility was tapped and he could perform like a bucking teenaged boy while in the youthful half of middle-age. The adultery club of Swap City did wonders for his sex life as well as his wife's. Instead of wearing him out, the club increased his sexual powers.
He reared his hairy ass up and down, again and again. Marion, already half out of her mind from lust because of all the sex play, clawed at the mattress and kept gasping in her animal way.
"More! Faster! Oh, Jerry! Fuck! Cock! Prick! More! Faster!" she said loudly.
Ann watched her husband's piston-like motions as she held his nuts in her hands. When the motions stopped she knew he was shooting another load. He certainly was in a virile mood today, she thought. She stretched out over her husband's body and Marion grunted under this additional weight. All three listened to their hearts beating with wild excitement.
The three remained locked in layers for long minutes before Ann broke the silence. "Anyone for coffee?" she asked.
It was prosaic thing to say immediately following such an unusual experience, but, in Swap City, three-in-bed was no longer considered unique. It was just one of the many sexual fun and games indulged in by the swinging marrieds of suburbia.
THREE
Dirk stormed into his house and yelled: "Lillian!"
He stood in the partially furnished living room waiting for an answer. When none came, he spat angrily on the floor. "Crazy bitch!" he said to himself.
Dirk stomped through the house looking for his wife. When he heard the shower running he went directly to the bathroom. The door was locked as he expected. "Lillian," he shouted through the door, "what the shit was the big idea walking around in public with your ass and cunt on display?"
"And what the shit was the big idea taking my bikini off so my ass and cunt could be displayed?" she cried back over the sound of the rushing water.
"It was a joke. Can't you take a joke?" Dirk said as he rattled the door trying to get at the young blonde in the shower stall. If he could only get his hands on her....
She laughed mockingly, which angered Dirk even more. "That's a real funny gag you pulled on me," she told him. "I guess I just don't appreciate your sense of fun."
Dirk squeezed his fists into balls and then threw his weight against the door. Lillian screamed when the weak lock gave way. She tried to wrap the shower curtain around her for protection as her enraged husband plunged forward. He pulled the shower curtain away and tossed her wet, naked body against one of the tiled walls. The shower kept running as he slapped her face several times. "Bitch!" he cried. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again."
The blonde, dripping soap suds, tried to curl up into a slippery ball of flesh. Dirk kept slamming his open palm against her body and she was afraid that he would start punching her in another minute. For this reason, she didn't try to fight back. It was better to take a mild beating and get it over with.
After Dirk's anger passed, she dared to stand up and face him again. "Do you want the neighbors to know we've been fighting?! ' she asked flatly.
'Tm not fighting," he said in a mean tone. "I'm just showing you your place. I'm not one of these emasculated husbands who lets his wife walk all over him."
Lillian just had to react in some way so she turned the hot water off and turned on the cold.
"This will cool you off," she said.
When the cold water struck Dirk, he jumped out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel. For a moment, Lillian was afraid his anger would flare up again; instead, he patted the towel over his wet body.
Yet, he still had a need to hurt, so he told her, "You might just as well throw away the top part of your bikini because I left the lower half in the lake."
Lillian moaned with disgust Dirk was not only cruel but-he was often childishly cruel. He knew that she had just bought the bikini and that it was her favorite swim wear.
"I hope you're satisfied now," she told him without raising her voice.
Dirk slipped his wet bathing trunks down and toweled his sexual area briskly. "Well, you wanted to make a hit wearing that bikini and now you've created a sensation by wearing only half of it Why not go outside just as you are and show the good people the rest of your body?"
The blonde turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall. Seeing her handsome young husband standing naked in front Of her gave her a sexual itch. If she had anything in common with him it was a passion for fucking. The only place they had any mutual understanding seemed to be in bed. Well, she mused, that was still a lot more than what a lot of married couples had. If a couple couldn't find some kind of happiness in the sack, then they had best split up. Sex was about the only thing that kept her bound to Dirk, a man she could now only love for his fuck stick.
"You sure gave those people on the beach something to look at," Dirk told her. "When you walked past those teenaged boys I thought they'd rape you on the spot."
"They're cute kids." she bantered back. "I wouldn't have minded it if they did."
Dirk shook his golden curls. "They're not your type. Both of them couldn't even begin to support you in the style you want What you need is a rich sugar daddy to spoil you and keep you spoiled rotten."
"And I suppose you haven't got your eyes peeled for a sugar momma?" Lillian asked as she patted a towel over her breasts and nipples. "That fat o\pig who almost threw herself at you in the lake might be just the right one...if she has enough money."
Dirk posed in front of the mirror reveling in his good looks. "Oh, she isn't fat" he told her as he kept his eyes on the mirrored reflection. "She's pleasingly plump. You just didn't get a closer look at her. She has a pair of tits that makes Sophia Loren's seem like Twiggy's. Man, I could cream all over them boobs."
He shifted his glance to his wife's breasts. Sex was rearing its head again and he stood behind her while covering her tits with his hands. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, trying to make them stiffen. He squeezed her breasts hard in a combination of love and hate. The need to give pain as well as love were inseparable in him. Only a woman with a touch of masochism could remain with him for long and Lillian knew that her capacity to absorb pain was very limited. She wanted to be cared for with love and not hate; she hungered for a cock and not a whip.
Dirk pumped his body up against her back and buttocks as he massaged her breasts with a certain amount of violence. "That woman may have more meat than you have, Lil," he told her, "but I doubt if she's as good a lay."
The nude blonde wanted to break away from her husband's grasp. She knew that he was building up to sodomy. She tried to get him off on another subject by saying, "Are you still going to that cocktail party, Dirk?"
Dirk paused for a moment and then continued his motions. "Why not?" he replied.
"After what happened in the lake? Dirk, we can't face people so soon. I'm sure it's all over Indian Lake by now that we're a couple of sex nuts."
Dirk laughed. "From what I hear about the action that goes around this place we'll fit right in. Besides, do you want us to become hermits just because you threw your body around? No, Lillian, if we were given the choice of being alone with one another or appearing naked in public you know fucking well we'd pick the -latter. We have to have others or bust."
"No one is inviting us to a nude party so I guess we'd better start dressing," Lillian said, trying to use this as an excuse to break away from Dirk's grasp.
The young man held her fast. Dirk, like so many sadistic males, enjoyed performing anal intercourse on women because sex and pain thus became mixed in a single action. His cock rose slowly between her lush butt halves and he squeezed her tits hard at the same time. When the blonde felt the rounded head of his prick probe against her asshole she made another attempt to break away from him.
"No, Dirk," she complained. "I'm not in the mood for an ass fuck. Let me go, huh?"
"Don't be such a square," he whispered, even though they were alone. "Your can is your best feature."
"Any can is to yon, Dirk," she said, trying to joke him out of it now. "You're just a dirty old ass-man."
He pressed against her tighter and began to penetrate her rear opening with his cock, "I'm not old."
Lillian knew that it wasn't any use to struggle or talk and decided to brace herself for another intrusion into her anal passage. "Use something, at least," she implored.
Lillian opened the medicine cabinet and took out a jar of cold cream. When she handed the small jar to her husband he refused to take it "Don't be such a sissy," he said. "It's more fun to be fucked in the ass dry."
"Have you ever had it up the ass?" she wondered.
"Shit baby, I'm only queer for women" he answered and took the jar of cold cream.
It was against Dirk's sadistic nature to ease the pain of the one he wanted to sodomize, but he creamed up his iron-hard cock anyhow and shoved a finger load of the lubricant into her anus. As he pumped his finger into his wife's ass he wondered if there were any women in Indian Lake who enjoyed sodomy. From his experience he knew that the majority of women disliked anal intercourse because they considered it not only painful, but "dirty." The anus was the passage used for shitting and they could not equate it with sex. Yet, Dirk realized, there were still those females who needed pain, dirt, and humiliation in order to be happy. Lillian was not one of them but if Indian Lake Acres did have a swinging swap club, he was sure that he would find at least one wife who craved to be reamed in the ass with a good cock.
"Okay, sissy," Dirk said handing the cold cream jar back to his wife. "We're now ready. Stand by for a ram."
He placed his hands on both sides of her hips and started to inch his erected penis into her anus. When he rammed in that first, thickest inch of his cock, the blonde shivered and grasped the edge of the water basin for support
"It hurts," she complained softly. "It doesn't hurt me," Dirk answered, his voice like a whip. The sodomy had awakened his sadism to the fullest and the nrge to inflict pain took possession of his handsome body.
Lillian tried to stop complaining because she knew that this only fed his cruelty. A complaint gave him something to reject. She wanted to spite him by remaining silent, but that was difficult to do with six inches of penis being rammed into her asshole. In the eighteen months she had been married to Dirk, she had never gotten used to anal intercourse. She adored sex but not this particular act. She loved to suck and be sucked but that was childish sex play compared with the brutality of Greek passion. She hoped that Dirk would find someone at Indian Lake who would enjoy sodomy. If she were lucky he might even find a woman at the cocktail party they were going to. Once she got Dirk Off her back-and ass-she could look for another man to give her the pleasures she needed.
"Dirk!" Lillian cried when he suddenly rammed in the entire length of his prick.
He held her tight with his arms circling hers so that she could not move. "Easy, baby," he said. "Don't you move and break my cock off."
Dirk pulled back and Lillian felt his prick slide out of her anal passage until only the head of it remained inside her body and then he plowed into her again.
"Goddamn you, fucking bastard!" she screamed. "You're killing me!"
He laughed, enjoying her pain. She wanted to control herself and give him nothing but an empty shell to screw but she was a thinking, feeling woman and had to react. She bit her lip as he sodomized her with swift, savage strokes. He plowed into her deeply and stopped pumping. When she felt the warm, spurting fluid of his orgasm, Lillian sighed with relief. This meant that the agony was almost at an end. He couldn't ream her out with a limp prick.
When Dirk's penis started to become soft he pulled it out of her ass rapidly as if trying to inflict upon her one final hurt. He slapped her lush buttocks hard once his prick was free.
"Damn, you really have one sweet ass, baby!" he exclaimed.
Lillian turned around and slapped him equally hard on his muscular rear. "I can't say the same for you, you horny bastard," she said.
The exchange of slaps excited Dirk, who thought pain and sex were two sides of the same coin. He grabbed her cunt and shoved in four of his fingers roughly. Lillian pushed him away. "Dirk, you're ripping me apart!" she screamed. "Stop fucking around! Maybe you'll find a playmate at the party."
"And maybe you will, too," he reminded her.
When Dirk turned on his heels and left the bathroom she went back under the shower and let the hot water soak her pain-ridden body. Why did Dirk always make her feel so dirty? If only he could find another woman and, for that matter, if only she could find another man. If the invitation to cocktails was really going to be an invitation to join a swap group the day might end on a high note after all.
FOUR
Lome Blackwell checked his liquor supply again. Marion, his chubby wife, looked at him, annoyed "You're as jumpy as an oversexed cat on a hot tin roof," she told him. "Calm down. Dirk and Lillian are just plain folk."
"Not from the way you described them," he answered. "Plain folk don't go walking around the lake stark naked, either. Tell me again...is she really all that beautiful?"
"She is like a movie star and so is her husband," Marion sighed. If we get those two to swap this will be a red-letter day in our lives."
The middle-aged yet youthful looking attorney gazed out of a window. They hadn't come yet. Maybe they wouldn't come at all after that incident down at the lake. After a couple have a fight the last thing they want is a social gathering.
Lome glanced at his image in the mirror. He had covered up his gray temples with hair coloring and hoped that the young couple wouldn't notice this small deception. What was so wrong with a man wanting to look his best? Marion told him that she liked his gray hair because it made him look distinguished. She also felt that this was an asset in court, where juries tend to believe the lawyer who looks more mature. Lome agreed with that line of thinking so he compromised by applying hair coloring only on social occasions. Juries may like older men but girls liked ones who projected youth and vitality.
A couple suddenly appeared at the mouth of the lane leading to his front door. He knew instantly that they were Dirk and Lillian Winters. The girl was more beautiful than he had imagined. Her blonde hair shone in the late afternoon sun and her skin was flawless. Next to her stood her husband. Lome doubted that he would be willing to swap his wife for Marion. He also doubted that the blonde would be willing to accept his love when she could easily have such a handsome young stud.
"Here they are," the attorney said, and stepped away from the window so they would not see him watching. It was bad business to appear overanxious, he knew. He had to put them at ease. It would be difficult enough to sound them out on their attitude towards swapping.
The doorbell rang and Marion answered it. "Sorry we're late," Dirk said. "We got lost trying to find your house."
Marion knew that this was a lie because it was impossible to get lost in such a compact, well laid out community like Indian Lake Acres, but she assumed that they had taken up time arguing as to whether or not they should come to the cocktail party. She knew that she wouldn't go to a social gathering for months if her husband had stripped off her bathing suit in public.
Introductions were made and Lome mixed drinks for everyone. When he tried to get Dirk to talk about his line of work the young man seemed evasive. The attorney, used to questioning people and weighing their answers, pegged Dirk as a rather lazy, unambitious man who was more interested in the comforts of life than the challenges. With all his virile good looks he was basically soft, with more than a touch of cruelty in his psychological makeup. As for Lillian, he knew her to be a very sensual woman who was ready for any kind of offer. The attorney began to become hopeful about an eventual sex meeting between them. Lillian, in short, looked like a great lay.
All four small-talked for awhile about houses and Lome noticed that his wife couldn't keep her eyes off the young husband. Her face was flushed and Lome knew that this was an indication that her pussy was wet and ready. His wife was a nymphomaniac at heart, he thought. He knew that she had already screwed Jerry Webster earlier that day. The woman just couldn't get enough cock and her need for male meat seemed to grow with every year. Marion had the makings of a Dirty Old Woman.
"I'm sure you two will fit into our community," Marion said to Dirk as she sat next to him on the sofa. "We like young people around here."
Lome became edgy. His wife always did get a loose tongue when she had so much as a single drink. All she had to do was scare the newcomers off and min everything with her aggressive designs on the handsome young stud.
"I'll put on some records," Lome announced, to keep his wife quiet more than anything else. He selected nothing but instrumental because vocals tended to overpower conversations. To his delight the shapely girl stood up as soon as the music started and asked him to dance. This was something he had not expected.
Lillian slipped into his arms smoothly like a hand into a glove. She pressed her firm young body against his and Lome realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under her clinging dress. He could tell by the way her breasts bounced against him. What kind of tits must they be to appear so firm and high without the aid of a bra? And what kind of girl would go to a party without wearing one? He swallowed hard. The blonde was just too good to be true. Usually very attractive girls played the hard-to-get game because they knew that there were always men available and wanting. Lillian, the best-looking woman in Indian Lake, was acting more like his wife when she was stoned and overheated.
"I like these dances where people touch one another," the blonde told him. "The modem ones turn me off. A person could get up on a dance floor and do without his partner."
"Everyone is alienated today," Lome answered knowing that he sounded a bit pompous. "This alienation is reflected in the arts...if some of this rock musk could be considered art."
Lillian smiled and pushed her lower torso against his. "Here's one way to close the generation gap," she said.
The attorney felt his heart beat faster. Was she actually throwing herself at him? Perhaps he was just projecting his own need into her statement. Beautiful young girls just didn't throw themselves at mature men in front of their husbands. Lome looked over at Dirk and found that he was dancing with Marion very closely. She was gazing up at him like a love-sick cow. Sex was in the air. Only minutes ago they were strangers and now the possibility of a swap was close at hand.
Your wife likes my husband," Lillian whispered in his ear.
"Marion was never one to hide her feelings," he replied with a weak smile.
The blonde ground her hips against him in an erotic fashion. "You're showing your emotion, too," she answered thickly.
Lome's face twitched. She was talking about the fact that he had developed an erection. These two didn't come to the cocktail party just for drinks, he knew. They had known from the start that they had been invited in hopes of having a swap! "You're a very attractive girl," he told her and slipped one of his hands over her buttocks.
The blonde didn't shake it off. When the record stopped she clung to him until the next one began. Lome wondered how Dirk was reacting to his obvious crush on his wife. When he glanced across the room, he found that the young man had both his hands on his wife's hips and was grinding his torso against her. Marion, completely enthralled by this attention, had her arms around Dick's neck and appeared ready to tear off her clothes and fuck the young man on the spot
"Let's have another drink," Lillian said and broke contact.
The attorney filled her glass with a trembling hand. He hadn't expected to bring up the subject of the adultery club so soon, but the blonde seemed to be begging for sex. "We have a nice club around here," he told her when he handed her the drink. "Couples meet and...have fun."
"Is fun spelt with four letters?" she wanted to know.
Lome nodded. "We spell fun in all the ways you can think of and more," he said warming up to the subject now that he had brought it out into the open. "You two would be wonderful additions to the club."
"Oh, and what's the membership fee?"
Lome hesitated for a moment. That revealing point of truth had come. There was no turning back now. "Your bodies," he replied with devastating simplicity.
The blonde sipped her drink without reaction. Lome knew that she hadn't been shocked or surprised. Somehow, she and her husband had known all along about the swap club. He didn't like the idea that strangers were hearing rumors about it, but how was it possible to keep a wife-swapping club a secret in such a tight, little suburban community?
Lillian put her drink down. "Just how many couples belong?" she asked.
"Ten. You and your husband will make the eleventh."
Dirk and Marion came over and made drinks for themselves. "You wife's been telling me about a club you have at Indian Lake," the young man said. "It sounds interesting."
Marion had not been able to contain herself despite her promise to let him do all the talking when it came to asking for new members. It didn't matter now. Dirk and Lillian seemed only too anxious to join. Lome told the young couple about the others in the club and made all the men sound like stud bulls and all the women like nymphomaniacs. "Around here we must create our own fun and games to keep from going crazy," he concluded. "Can we count you two in?"
Lillian and Dirk exchanged glances. "Of course," the young man said.
As soon as Marion heard this she embraced Dirk and rubbed his crotch area with her hand. "You won't regret it," she said.
"Well, the proof of the pudding is in the tasting, as the saying goes," Dirk responded and kissed her hard on the lips.
The young couple seemed to be swinging into things so casually that Lome wondered it they had ever been to a swap before. They just didn't act like newcomers to the adultery scene. Still, that made it easier for him. He turned to the blonde and cupped his hands over her breasts. "Why no bra?" he asked.
"I'd rather hold my boobies up through exercise," she said. "A bra is a cratch. A girl can't always lean on one."
"Yes, I heard you like to swim."
She grinned wickedly. "You mean you heard about me walking around bare-assed naked at the lake? I suppose it's all over Indian Lake by now. In time, I expect every male in the area will see me in the nude."
Lome swallowed. "Might as well start now."
The blonde turned around and told him to pull her zipper down. When he did he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties, either. The fleshy swells of her ass rose pinkly from the folds of her dress. Over each butt half was a deep dimple. He helped the blonde out of the garment by pulling it over her head. Soon she was utterly naked except for the open-toed wedgies on her feet
Lome gazed hard at the girl's spectacular body. Her high, firm breasts jutted out proudly capped with large, round, red nipples that had already stiffened into points of lust. Her public bush told him that she was a natural blonde Lome knew he just had to have her. He had to ram his phallus into that white, waiting flesh.
The attorney stripped off his clothes with expert ease. He bared a lean body with a fully erected prick. His hairy nuts were heavy with want When he pressed against the blonde, their sexual parts met Another dance record went on at that moment and the blonde began to move in time with the music.
Dirk and Marion were also naked and they started to dance together, too. Lome could see that the young man had an excellent physique and a very big cock. It was a mighty tube of meat crisscrossed with blue veins and Lome was sure that it had been in many dark, deep holes. If Dirk could fuck as well as he looked, he would be very popular with the ladies in the swap club. He also knew that the blonde was going to be chased by all the men and he was glad that he was going to have first crack at that beautiful gash of hers.
As the music played, he inched the head of his penis into the girl's vagina. The lips of her gash seemed to suck on his smooth glans as if hungry for a love feast. It was a weird sensation to plow into a girl in a standing position while moving to music, but it was also thrilling. Not only were the newcomers attractive, they also had exciting ideas for sexual fun and games.
"Dirk!" Marion shouted suddenly as the young man rammed the entire length of his cock into her slit. She was too aroused to stand any longer so she slipped down to the thick carpet with the youthful stud on top of her. Dirk started thrusting as soon as their bodies melded together again. His muscular ass moved up and down rapidly and Marion's face flushed beet-red. She brought her knees up with her feet still on the ground so that the young man's slim hips rubbed against her inner thighs as he plowed.
"Look at my man go!" Lillian cried.
"And look at how my woman's enjoying it" Lome answered.
The attorney couldn't dance any longer with his rigid organ buried deep into the girl's flesh so he stopped and placed her against the nearest wall. Lillian spread her legs to brace herself and accept his ramming tube.
Lome shoved his penis into her as far as he could go. Her vagina was surprisingly tight. For such an obviously experienced woman he had expected a loose pussy that would give him little friction. Lillian's cunt, however, grabbed at his ramming tool, and she moaned when their pubic hairs met.
"Oh, do it," she gasped. "Do it hard and fast!"
He screwed the girl with fury. As he rammed his prick into her, the blonde dug her fingers into his back. Behind him he heard his wife squirm and moan as Dirk banged his phallus into her gash with ever-increasing vigor. The slap-slap-slapping of his body against hers was the music he moved to now. Moans of passion mixed with the tune the record was playing and Lome felt his sperm boil up in his balls, screaming for release.
"This is so good!" the blonde cried aloud. "Oh, Lome! Fuck me! Screw my fucking ass off!"
The attorney plastered himself against the girl's pale body an felt her rigid nipples dig into his chest. He slipped his hands over her creamy ass and fingered her anus. As he thrust his cock into her body, he tried to reach for it with his fingers in her anal passage. Lillian grabbed at his ass and he felt fingers going into his hole. It was obvious that she enjoyed all kinds of sexual pleasure. He had found an erotic gold mine in the young blonde.
Lome knew that he would have to shoot his load in a matter of seconds, so he fucked as rapidly as possible in order to get all the strokes he could before his penis went soft. This made the girl even more excited. She twisted her legs around his and arched her back so that his dick could not escape her raging cunt. And then he spewed his juice.
"Ohhhhh, damn!" the blonde screamed.
Her body bucked against his and he realized that she was in the throes of a long series of quick, fierce orgasms. He felt her love juice moisten his spewing phallus and he dug a finger all the way into her ass in a spasm of lust.
They rocked together against the wall and both were covered with a film of sweat. Lome moved gently as he felt his come spurt and then diminish. He kept on rocking even as his prick turned soft inside her body. Finally it slipped out of her hairy gash like an exhausted snake.
"That was so wonderful," he whispered in her ear. The blonde embraced him and their mouths met in a French kiss. Neither one wanted to break contact even to see Dirk and Marion screwing together on the floor only a few feet away. Since they heard nothing but labored breathing now they knew that the couple were also experiencing a sexual peak. Marion was actually panting like a bitch dog in heat She was really letting herself go with this new stud, Lome thought
"Can I blow you?" he asked the blonde quietly. "Don't be so formal," she smiled. "You can do anything you want with me, Lome."
He slid to his knees before her and gazed at her blonde bush that was now wet with passion. He could smell her female juices and this was like an aphrodisiac to him. He leaned forward while placing his hands on the girl's hips. Lome ran the tip of his tongue along her slitted opening and tasted his own sperm mixed with her come. He then spread the cunt lips wide and stared at the pink-red interior that shone with moisture. He pressed his mouth against the maw of her vagina and sucked.
"Jeezusss!" Lillian exclaimed. "You've got some educated tongue there, baby."
Lome lapped up the wetness left by their mutual orgasms and smelted the, warm, cloying odor of her pussy. His tongue brushed over the rigid bulb of her clitoris and Lillian sucked in her breath with excitement. He had found the bit of flesh that was the trigger to female desires. The attorney sat back on his legs while he spread the girl's vagina apart Her blood-engorged clit stuck up like a pointing fingertip. He teased it with thumb causing the blonde to stiffen and tremble.
"My god, you're torturing me!" she exclaimed. "Suck my pussy and let me come in your mouth."
Lome pressed his mouth against the blonde gash and began to suck on her clitoris. He grabbed her lush ramp once more as he performed he act of cunnilingus. The smell of her femaleness filled his nostrils and he felt his limp penis itch with wanting. Usually it took him at least an hour to get another hard-on, but the shapely blonde had unleashed hidden wellsprings of vitality inside his body.
"You people like to talk French, huh?" Dirk said coming over to watch.
Lome didn't bother to look up. He was too busy blowing the man's wife. Marion, his own wife, knelt on the floor next to him to gaze deeply at the oral-genital contact. She slipped an arm over his shoulders. "You never go down on me like that, Lome," she complained.
"Sucking is more intimate than fucking," Dirk said as he stood close to his wife. "How about it, Marion?"
The chubby woman didn't need any further encouragement. She took Dirk's penis in her hand and started licking the member. Even in a limp state the man's penis was impressively large, Lome noted as he shifted his glance. He saw his wife open her mouth and swallow the man's tool all the way to his pubic hair. As she bobbed her head back and forth, Dirk's meat grew harder and longer so that Marion couldn't mouth it all at once. Still, she made loud sucking noises as she fellated the young stud and Lome knew that she was enjoying herself greatly.
"Man, oh, man," Dirk gasped. "You two sure know how to French!"
Lome shifted his glance back to Lillian's soft, white body and rubbed his nose against her bush. Her body reacted once more and she orgasmed into his working mouth. The salty taste of her body engulfed him and he moaned aloud.
Beside him, Marion was making even louder cries of passion as she slurped Dirk's virile member. Youth was being served, Lome thought. It was only natural that an older couple knelt in love and awe before the more attractive pair. In time, he knew, Dirk and Lillian would kneel before them. In swapping, turnabout was considered fair play.
Lillian, at the peak of her excitement once more, spread her legs very far apart and grabbed her breasts. The attorney ran his probing tongue all the way into her steaming cleft and drank her juices. He actually felt her orgasm as it shook her young flesh. When it passed on, he licked her more gently and ran his tongue over thighs that were covered with goose pimples. He then licked her belly and sucked hickey marks on her soft body. He rose to his feet still using his tongue on her. When he reached one of her red, stiff nipples, he took it into his mouth and sucked hard again.
The blonde took hold of his partially aroused sex organ and started to masturbate him. On the floor just below him, Lome heard his wife swallow and pant. He realized that Dirk was having another orgasm. The young man stood against the wall with a smile on his handsome face. For the first time Lome could see just how conceited the fellow was about himself and his sexual charms. He accepted Marion's oral lovemaking as if all women wanted to mouth him and he was doing them a favor. And, from what Lome could see, Dirk was the type of man women doted over. He was the kind of attractive stud women of all ages wanted to spoil and please in every way possible.
Marion granted and then sat back on her legs. Dirk's massive prick hung wet and still partially engorged. Marion looked up at him with a love-sick expression in her eyes, as a slave would look up at a kindly master.
"You're so virile!" she told him. "I thought you would never stop coming."
"It's you who are so artful," Dirk complimented. "I had already made love before I came here and I didn't think I would have enough sperm to make you happy."
"If you want to call ass-reaming love," Lillian injected as she rubbed her buttocks.
Lome smiled to himself as he continued to suck the blonde's nipples and breasts. He was beginning to know the couple better. He detected animosity between them. They had come to the cocktail party looking for love because there was little between them at home. It was also obvious that Lillian didn't care for anal intercourse. Many women didn't because it was usually painful. Dirk, however, being a man who took what he wanted, simply pressed his attention upon her anyhow. This was interesting, Lome thought, because it made the blonde girl all that more vulnerable to outside affection. She would give herself fully to any man who had some respect for her feelings.
The middle-aged attorney pressed his body against the blonde and fingered the gash that had already know his penis and mouth. Her clit, like his cock, was now softer and smaller. As he rubbed it causally it began to swell and harden. On the floor, Marion began to lick Dirk's hanging meat tube. Her oral noises were quieter now and Lome heard another dance record fall into place on the phonograph.
Just what was wrong with Lillian and Dirk, Lome mused. A truly happy couple did not take up mate-swapping. Every member of the adultery club was not completely satisfied with their mates and now he could see that this rule held true with Dirk and Lillian, who seemed, at first glance, to be made for one another. This just went to prove that appearances were deceptive. If he had a wife like Lillian he wouldn't be so quick to share her with other men. Dirk had to have some kind of serious personality flaw to make him unhappy with the likes of the shapely, sexy blonde. In sex, personality flaws were soon revealed. Lome wondered what the blonde's flaw was. But for the moment, he didn't care. He just wanted to glory in her closeness. As he rubbed his chest against her breasts, he felt her nipples turn to rock-hard points along with her moist clitoris. Just when his penis began to rise once more the phonograph record became stuck and played the same few notes over and over again.
"I guess we threw it off," Lillian said, and slipped out of his arms-
Lome watched in dismay as" the well-stacked blonde walked over to the phonograph and adjusted the needle. When the record started to play normally she didn't return to his arms. "Where's the liquor?" she wanted to know.
The attorney stood there frustrated with his dick still half-aroused, the blonde had changed so'quickly; one second she was hot for sex and in the next she was objectively cool. Although the girl was the youngest wife in the club, she seemed to be old and jaded in some ways. She had the ability to turn passion on and off like a faucet This, perhaps, was her flaw.
The two nude men and two nude women gathered about a small table that held bottles of liquor and soda and made drinks. That first heady wave of lust had passed and now everyone seemed calmer. Even Marion, who had a low' boiling point when it came to sex, didn't give Dirk a glance when she started to drink.
"Well," Dirk smiled, "I guess this means we've been initiated into the swappers?"
"The club isn't all that formal," Lome told him. "You don't have to take on anyone you don't care for. That is one of our few rules. We feel that anything consenting adults do in the privacy of their own homes' is strictly their affair."
"That sounds like legal talk," Dirk observed.
Lome shrugged. "I am, after all, a lawyer."
All four sat around on sofas and chairs drinking. Marion was the first to want another sexual bout and indicated this by sitting on Dirk's lap. He embraced her and grasped her large breasts.
"Darling," he told her, "I'm just too pooped to pop. "You'll just have to take me as I am...a limp rag."
"That's good enough for me," Marion answered and pressed her open mouth against his lips.
Dirk seemed overwhelmed by her aggressiveness and leaned back on the sofa. He opened his mouth to receive her probing tongue. The plump woman lay on top of him and her large ramp started to move as she rubbed her aching pussy over his young phallus.
"My wife is really taken by your husband," Lome said to the blonde. "I never saw her so worked-up before."
Lillian gave him a mysterious smile. "Be careful," she said. "He might steal Marion away from you."
"No one steal anyone in this club," he informed her.
"We commit adultery, sodomy, fellatio, cunnilingus and a lot of other interesting sexual habits but we never divorce one another. It is our contention that this free admission of sex outside of a marriage keeps it together. When a man has all the women he wants and a woman has all the men she can handle, everyone is happy and no one goes running off with another man's wife or another woman's husband. Around Indian Lake adultery may be common but divorce is unheard of."
The naked blonde girl sipped her drink and moved against Lome. Both of them watched their mates intertwine passionately on the sofa. Marion's lush ass was pumping with increasing vigor as she took over the male position. In the swapping club, everyone reversed sexual roles now and then just to add spice to love.
Lome let his eyes roam over the blonde's nakedness and studied her firm breasts, her shapely buttocks and her ready cunt. An electric bolt ran through him. Damn, he just had to have her again! She really turned him on. "Let's go to a bedroom," he whispered thickly.
Without waiting for the girl's reply he took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom he shared with Marion. A mattress, he reasoned, was more comfortable than a sofa or a wall. Lillian must've had the same thought because she readily spread herself out on the bed after kicking off her wedgies. Now she was utterly naked. Lome gazed down at the flesh that was waiting for him. He still couldn't believe his luck. There just had to be a catch to it. The blonde was like a wonderful bargain that didn't rum out to be one after closer examination. There was something odd about the beautiful girl-and her husband-that put him an guard. The couple were just too attractive and too passionate. There had to be some kind of price to pay for them.
"Well, Lome, what are you waiting for?" the girl smiled. "Do you need an engraved invitation?"
She rubbed her vagina and spread it apart so that Lome caught a glimpse of the red interior. This made his flesh react again. Once more his prick started to swell with growing lust.
The attorney drank in the girl's sweet body with his eyes and put his doubts about her at the back of his mind. Let the future come as it may; he wanted to enjoy the present. He climbed on top of the blonde and, by taking his penis in his hand, pushed the knobby end of it between the warm walls of her cleft. At this touch his rod began to stiffen and he was able to slide the entire length of his staff into Lillian's body. He lifted his torso and rammed down. Now, fully erected, he was able to fuck with unleashed fury. The girl moaned as he own body warmed to the intercourse. Lorne felt her heart pound with increasing power. In the next room he heard his wife grunt and gasp in the throes of ecstasy. Maybe there was a price to pay for this couple but, at the moment, Lorne felt that they had to be worth it. He rammed his lust-hard cock all the way into the blonde's warm pussy and sighed with utmost pleasure.
FIVE
"Have you heard the news?" Hal Woods said when he entered his house. "That new couple' have joined the club."
Rena looked at him in disbelief. "But they just got here! You don't mean to tell me that Marion and Lorne have screwed them already?"
Hal nodded. "Lorne told me all about it himself. He tells me that the blonde is one hell of a great lay. Imagine getting into gash like that broad! Damn, she's hardly more than a kid!"
"And how is Dirk?" Rena asked. "Did Marion give a report on that hunk of man?"
"From what Lorne told me both of them go all the way. Both go down like elevators and are eating stuff themselves. Man, I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on that doll. How about throwing the kids a party, Rena? We'll invite Dirk and Lillian and maybe another couple. We might as well get at the new couple while they are still fresh. They might be the type who get fucked out early and then lose interest in the club. You know that it happens all the time, Rena."
"We owe Peggy and John Simmons a party," she answered. "How about inviting them?"
Hal knew why Rena had suggested Peggy and John. They were the least popular couple in the swap dub because both went about sex as if it were a duty rather than a pleasure. While they were an attractive couple, physically, they were on the cold side. They had joined the club in the first place in an attempt to revitalize their sexual desires but, somehow, it failed. Although they were only in their thirties, Peggy and John Simmons seemed doomed to a life of empty sexual gestures. Rena had always told them that all they needed were the right people, and she now thought that the blonde and her handsome husband were the ones.
"I don't care for Peggy and John," Hal told her. "Those two drips might turn the new couple off. What we should do is invite a really horny pair like Garth and Noreen. Those two act as if they drink Spanish Fly for breakfast."
Rena wrinkled her nose. "I don't know, Hal. That Garth is an animal. He almost chewed my gash off the last time he was here. If he does the same to Lillian it might scare her away. Be a pal and call John and Peg. They hardly ever get calls."
Hal Woods sighed and shrugged. "All right, if you want to be so damned charitable, but, if those two still can't get switched on to sex after this party, I'm giving up on them."
"Now, Hal, don't be so mean," his wife teased. "After all, the whole idea of this club is to spread joy around."
"Yeah, but I hate to waste a blonde doll like Lillian on a creep like John."
"From what I've seen of that girl she got more than enough to spread around," Rena laughed. "I wonder how she feels about the club now? She could still change her mind."
Lillian opened her eyes lazily and blinked at the sun that was streaming through the window. It was mid-morning, at least, she thought. The blonde gazed at a clock and discovered that it was almost eleven. She had slept for nine hours! The girl smiled. She always did sleep well after a healthy session of screwing and Frenching. That Lome was actually old enough to be her father yet he was a tremendous lover. Damn, can he fuck! And what a well-trained tongue he has. Best of all he didn't try to ream her ass out with anything larger than a finger. Somehow he had gotten the idea that she didn't dig sodomy.
The girl sat up and let her bare breasts hang free. She noticed the red hickey marks all over them. Lorne. Maybe she should make a play for him. Why not? He was an attorney, a working professional, so there would be no problem about finances. The way that sonuvabitch Dirk was burning up money it wouldn't be long before they were both broke. It would be a pleasant novelty to have a-stable, mature man for a husband instead of the wild child she had married.
Lillian got up and looked down at her sexual triangle. Her pubic bush was dry now but she could still see the hickey marks through the hair. She smiled when she touched them. Lome really loved her. It must be a big thing in the life of a middle-aged man to have a girl young enough to be his daughter. Most men had some touch of a Lolita complex. Young girls built their egos up. Yes, maybe it would make sense to set her cap for Lome.
The blonde put on a terry cloth robe and walked into the kitchen. She lifted the coffee pot off the stove and found that it was almost empty. Damn that inconsiderate bastard, Dirk! The least he could have done was leave a full cup of coffee for her in the morning. She poured what little there was into a cup and drank it black. Well, it won't be long now before she got rid of him. If she didn't leave him for Lome he would leave her for Marion. She wasn't a beauty but she did give Dirk what he wanted most: slavish devotion. How she had gazed up at him with those dumb-animal eyes yesterday! That was an expression Dirk would never get tired of.
A door opened and closed. Dirk came in wearing a wet bathing suit "You up at last?" he snapped. "I thought you were dead."
'That's a nice way to start the day," she complained. "Can't you ever be polite?" Dirk ignored her and pointed towards the lake. "I just met another couple Hal and Rena Woods. We got an invitation for a party next weekend."
"Club members?"
"Naturally. The first thing the guy did was mention Lome and Marion. It seems like those two gave out good reports on us. Now all we have to do is make the rounds."
Lillian felt her stomach tighten. She never liked being rushed into things. Now that she had been accepted by the swappers, she would have to meet all of the members of the group. Lome had told her that she didn't have to make love to the men she didn't want to, but she knew that she had to screw some of them or else be kicked out of the club. After all, why join a swap club when you didn't care to swap?
"What does this Hal Woods look like?" Lillian wanted to know.
"He doesn't have bat wings or claws if that's what you're worried about. He seems a nice enough guy who owns some kind of business in town so he should be right up your alley. Rena is cute. She's a bit on the skinny side for me but she won't be hard to take."
"Just how do you mean take? Is she loaded?"
Dirk gave her a big laugh. "Honey, if that pig has money Til sniff it out"
"How much does Marion Blackwell have?"
"Half of what her husband owns after the divorce," he told her. "She'd get the house and all the furnishings. They own that joint outright. I'd say that the whole package would be worth thirty grand. Yeah, Marion might be just the one for me. I'll look over the field first and then choose."
Lillian ground her teeth together. He was such a grasping bastard! While she was not much better, at least she felt a twinge of remorse about breaking up someone's home. She got out of her chair and filled the coffee pot with water.
"I'll make some more," she said. "Next time leave some coffee for your favorite blonde."
Dirk slapped her fanny and laughed. "This time next year I hope to have a favorite brunette."
Lillian sighed in weariness. "Will you please get off your anal-sadism kink for one day. I'm sick of you slapping my ass every time the mood strikes you. I'm your wife...not your whipping girl."
Dirk raised an eyebrow. "Whips! That's a good idea. I wonder how far these people go with their fun and games. Man, if they dig lashes, bondage, punishment and all the rest of that great S-M shit, I'd have it made!"
Lillian moved away from her husband. She didn't like the look in his eyes. She always knew when he had the urge to dish out pain. Well, she wouldn't have to put up with him much longer. Sooner or later they would split and go off in different directions with different mates. They might even meet them at the next party.
By early afternoon, the lake was crowded, it was a hot day. John and Peggy Simmons sat on the floating raft with Hal and Rena. John was of average height and weight with a strong face. He was a chemist who made fifteen thousand a year. His wife was taller than most women and built like an Amazon. Despite her appearance she was timid and shy. Her husband had all but forced her to join the swap club in a desperate move to awaken their failing sexual desires. After several swap sessions both were still inclined towards cool reserve in their social as well as sexual relationships. When they received the invitation from Hal and Rena to join them at a party they were surprised. Club members had been avoiding them lately.
"They're coming," Hal said when he saw Lillian and Dirk walk towards the lake.
John shaded his eyes and saw. Lillian for the first time. She was wearing a black bikini that made her fair skin seem even fairer. Her high, firm breasts moved only slightly when she walked. "Lovely," he said. "I'm getting a hard-on just watching her."
His wife snickered. "It's all in your mind, lover."
The chemist didn't respond out of fear he would start an argument in public. He hated scenes. Peggy, in that timid yet cutting way of hers, knew just where to shove the knife. She always went for his balls. It was little wonder that he found it difficult to love her with that quiet, castrating attitude she seemed to favor. Why did she have to say that his hard-on was "all in his mind" in front of the few friends they had left in Indian Lakes Acres for example?
"He's not so bad," he heard her comment
John sat up and stared across the water. From Peggy this was high praise. He shaded his eyes again and looked at Dirk. He was a very attractive fellow and, by the way he strutted, he seemed to be the first to admit it Would he be the one who would make Peggy a woman again? Would he be the one to warm up that ice-bound cunt of hers and start the juices flowing? And, for that matter, would that blonde in the revealing black bikini be the one to put fire in his nuts and cause his unhappy phallus to throb with manhood once more?
"Let's invite them over," Hal said. "We all might as well get to know one another now."
"KnowT' Rena laughed. "Do you mean in the Biblical sense?"
"I'm not exhibitionistic enough to plow into a girl right here on the raft," John replied with a smile.
"Or anywhere else," Peggy injected quietly.
John made fists out of his hands. That rotten bitch! She was always after his balls. It was bad enough she ran him down in private, but did she have to castrate him in public?
Hal waved and called. The young couple saw them and dove into the water. With swift athletic strokes both of them got to the raft in a matter of seconds. Peggy felt her pulse rate quicken when the tanned newcomer pulled himself aboard the raft. She could not help but note the way his crotch bulged with his penis and testicles. Even without exchanging a word the young fellow seemed to communicate unabashed sexuality.
"Hi," Dirk said as he sat next to her, their bodies touching lightly. He then introduced himself and his wife.
"John and Peggy will be at the party," Rena said. "We're all in the same club."
The young couple looked at the chemist and his wife with greater interest. Here was another pair to bed down with. Dirk let his greedy eyes roam over Peggy's Amazon figure and assumed that she was a highly sexed female who would spread her legs at his bidding, get down on her knees and blow him on demand and roll over on her belly to offer him her wonderful ass for Greek screwing. If Marion Blackwell, who was plain and dumpy, was able to please him so well, this well-stacked broad had to be a volcano of sexuality.
Lillian appraised the chemist and liked what she saw. He was better-looking than Hal and Lorne and the information that he was another professional man didn't make him less attractive. When she was introduced to their wives, she could detect that they envied and resented her for her looks and youth. They knew that here was a girl to content with. But, it didn't matter what women thought of her. All Lillian was interested in were the men.
The blonde turned her full attention on Hal. "And what line of work are you in?"
"Wholesale liquor supply," he answered. "I own that big, gray building you see when you go through town. It has my name on it"
Well, things are getting better and better, Lillian thought. She knew the building he was talking about and suddenly connected the "Hal Woods Liquor Supply" sign with the man who was sitting at her side. He seemed to be very young to head such a large business. "I don't have to bring any liquor to the party then," she said coyly moving against him.
"You just have to bring yourself," Hal assured her.
Three teenaged girls climbed aboard the raft and the budding sex talk had to end. None of the club members knew how many people around Indian Lake Acres were aware of their activities, so they made it a point never to engage in public demonstrations of affection with one another. While they could indulge themselves indoors to their fullest desires, they had to act like near-strangers when they met outside. Scandal was one thing all the members feared. A scandal about wife-swapping in suburbia was the news item that tabloids like to headline.
"We have to be going now," Peggy said and dove off the raft. When her head popped up, she added, "We'll see you around sometime."
John realized that the word "we" meant that he had to join his wife whether he liked it or not...and he didn't like it. He was drawn to the young, shapely blonde and he could sense that she enjoyed his company, too. There were not many people in the area he could call friends and he hated to break away from the new girl so quickly. Still, as usual, not wanting to create a scene, the chemist slipped into the water and swam with his wife to the far side of the lake.
The pair swam in silence through a bunch of children floating by in rubber tubes. Once they climbed up on the muddy shore, John spoke. "Why did you force me to leave?"
"That blonde is a bitch."
"She's younger and prettier than you are, that's why you're saying that. Women never did like beautiful girls. That Dirk is a lot better-looking than I am but I don't hate him for it"
Peggy strode towards the front door of their house and turned a water hose on her muddy feet. "It isn't her looks," she said. "If she makes a man out of you I'm all for it, so you couldn't be any more wrong. I'm talking about the way her eyes light up when the subject of money is mentioned."
"Who mentioned money?" John said using the hose now.
Peggy shook her head in disgust. "You men are so stupid. Work is money. When she heard that you were a chemist she all but grabbed you right there. Then, when she found out that Hal was an important businessman, she dropped you and went for him. I don't trust that one. She's out for all she can get."
"She's got a husband already," John reminded her as they walked into the house. "What would she want with me anyhow...outside of the unusual fun and games, that is?"
The big woman shook her head. "That's what I don't know. But, next weekend I'll find out."
"Yeah, next weekend," he smirked. "I noticed that you showed some of your rare fire when Mr. America strutted his bulging crotch on the raft. You know you want his cock as much as I want his wife's pussy. Peg, let's not start knocking those two. They may be the ones we've been looking for."
Peggy took off the bra part of her bathing suit and tossed it aside. She didn't do this to excite her husband, just simply to get out of a damp, clinging garment. They observed one another's nakedness with all the objectivity of two members of the same gender. She took off the bottom half of her bathing suit and displayed a body that had stimulated all the men in the club...except her own husband.
Peggy's breasts were large, yet very firm. They were conical in shape and capped with protruding brown nipples that were the size of silver dollars. Her legs were long and shapely and there was a massive amount of pubic hair between them. Her buttocks, like her breasts, were smooth and firm despite their large meatiness. Yet, although men readily responded to Peggy's striking body, she could not really react in kind. When she screwed members of the sex club, she resorted to stimulating passion in an attempt to force real interest in her being. After awhile she gave up this pretense and allowed the men to use her vagina, mouth and anus passively. And, in a club where passivity was frowned upon, Peggy found herself being ignored.
John had an even more difficult time demonstrating virile passion because he suffered from bouts of impotency even though he was in his thirties. He knew that his problem was psychologically based and that his wife had brought this condition about When he joined the swap club he hoped that he would regain his sexual powers and have a raging hard-on all the time, but this goal eluded him. As a lover, a man who could make mighty use of his manly tool, he had the lowest rating in the group and the wives were never pleased when they heard that he was going to attend a sex gathering. Like other impotent men, John had to rely on his sucking mouth, but even oral sex had its limits. A normal, healthy woman had to have at least six inches of throbbing dick pumping away inside her cleft to be really satisfied.
The adultery club of Indian Lake had never thrown out any members but John and Peggy Simmons were close to being edged out as invitations to them became rarer. When Hal called them they were ready to reject the offer, feeling that the affair would turn out to be anther bust until he mentioned the fact that another couple would be there...the newcomers who were in their twenties and who were very sexy-looking. Newcomers always mean a new chance of regaining the powers of sexual love, so they accepted. Now that they had met Dirk and Lillian they were even more anxious for a screwing session with them
"Did that young fellow warm your cunt?" John wanted to know.
"How could be? We just met," Peggy answered, moving away from him. "He might even turn out to be a bust like you. The greatest looking guys sometimes have the smallest pricks. He might even turn out to be a fag who would rather suck cock than plow pussy."
The man hardly heard her insult. He was so used to them by now that they went over his head most of the time. He gazed at that well-built body of hers and wondered why he couldn't wake up any feeling. When she turned and walked into the bedroom he stared at her bare ass and long, shapely legs. His penis didn't even twitch. . Would he be as cool when he saw that blonde naked for the first time? He just had to make his body lustful again. If he failed with Lillian, he would fail with every other woman in the world.
John followed his naked wife into their bedroom. He tried to pretend that Peggy was a stranger, a cocktail lounge pick-up. He tried to imagine that she was a high-priced whore who was about to perform every possible sex act upon him.
"Do you want to try again?" he asked quietly.
Peggy placed her hands on her ample hips and stared at him in contempt. "Oh, John, why bother? You won't be able to get it up and both of us will be unhappy...again."
"Well, there's always our little friend," he told her and opened a drawer. He took out a cylindrical object about seven inches long. "Let me use the vibrator on your gash. You always did like Mr. EverReady."
Peggy had been masturbating with the long, smooth vibrator for the past several months now. Now and then she allowed her husband to use it on her in an attempt to gain some kind of mutual satisfaction. "Go ahead," she told him without emotion. "If you don't screw me with that dildo I would have to."
John stripped off his bathing trunks as his wife spread out on the bed. He looked down at his penis. It was still limp like the neck of a dead chicken. He placed the seven-inch vibrator between his legs and tried to imagine that the plastic tube was his own flesh and blood. He lifted it upward as if it were in the process of erecting. How great it would be to have a big, hard cock that would never grow soft and be ready to screw anytime, day or night
"Come on, lover," Peggy said in a cold voice. "Let me see how you bang a woman with that terrible swift sword of yours."
Even when he did his best to gratify her, his wife ran him down. Well, at least he knew she dug the phallus. He sat on the bed next to Peggy and rubbed the smooth, rounded end of the vibrator along her hairy slit. The big woman closed her eyes and a smile twisted her lips. John felt better. He didn't know how to use his prick but he did know how to use the vibrator. It was the type that was sold via the mails as a "massaging device" that gave
"deep, satisfying relief," but everyone knew that it was used as a fuck stick by women. Not only was the object larger than most male sex organs it also vibrated when a button was touched, giving women rapid, exciting strokes as they pushed the dildo deep into their vaginas.
Peggy had sent for the vibrator after she had given up on the idea that a man would ever satisfy her. This was a terrific blow to John's ego. He had been replaced by seven inches of cheap plastic. He had wanted to throw it out at first but realized that this was his wife's main source of pleasure. If he took it away from her she would become even more bitter than ever. No, it was better to coexist with this other "penis."
John always liked to bring something of his own to the lovemaking when he used the dildo on his wife. He wanted to show her that the vibrator wasn't the perfect stud, after all. John nibbled his wife's pubic bush as he pushed the first two inches of the vibrator into her slit. He added a finger of his own and toyed with her clitoris. Peggy's large, nude body moved restlessly. She was becoming aroused.
He pushed two more inches of the plastic penis into her hole and licked her belly at the same time. With his free hand he grabbed his limp dick and manipulated it. He wanted to turn around so that he would be in the 69 position with his wife but he knew that she wasn't in the mood to go down on him. Right now she wanted her pussy gratified.
John shoved the rest of the phallus into her so that only the bottom end of the vibrator stuck out of the forest of her sexual hair. In the center of the disk was a button. He touched it and the massaging device began to buck. The humming noise was muffled by Peggy's body. John placed an ear against 'her body and heard the first inch of the vibrator pump rapidly. He pulled the dildo upward. When the pumping end of the vibrator was about to leave her hole, he shoved the entire object back into her body again.
"Ummmmmmm!" Peggy grunted.
John climbed into the bed next to his large, nude wife and shoved his still limp prick against her hips. His penis had grown an inch or so but it was far from a condition where it would give any woman satisfaction.
As John rammed the dildo in and out of the maw of Peggy's sex organ he noticed that her brown nipples had stiffened. He took one of the nipples in his mouth and sucked as he screwed her with the vibrator. The seven-inch object made a pleasant movement in his hand as he worked the button that activated the batteries. He kept running the plastic tube into his wife's cunt with increasing force. In his mouth the hard nipple grew even harder. The only thing that seemed to stay soft was that damned prick of his!
John licked his wife breasts and chewed on her nipples but she seemed to ignore his oral efforts. All she was interested in was that hard, seven-inch, vibrating dildo.
"Ram it harder, John!" she begged. "I'm coming!"
Peggy's big, bare body twisted in mounting ecstasy. Her joy was catching. John's penis swelled another inch and he rubbed it against her sweating hip. He kept thrusting the phallus into her and he began to imagine that it was really his cock, after all. He pressed his naked body against his wife's and shoved his engorging penis into her brittle, pubic hah".
His sex organ erected still further and excitement began to take command of his body. He looked down at the long, smooth, gray dildo that was now slippery with his wife's inner fluids. He took it completely out of her vagina and ran the pumping tip of the object over his stiffening penis.
"John!" Peggy ordered. "Put it back in!"
The man climbed on top of his wife and pushed his own penis into her vagina. He felt her hot flesh engulf his male member. Again his meaty club grew a bit harder, a bit longer. Still, it was not the very hard, very long dildo that Peggy was used to.
"Damn you!" she cried. "I don't want your crummy prick!"
"Lie still...lie still," John snapped back in a rare show of force.
He rammed his cock all the way into his wife's pussy. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend that his penis was seven inches long, hard, and with a vibrating end. At the same time he ran the massaging device up and down Peggy's side, hoping that both tubes-one flesh and the other plastic-would be enough to satisfy her.
Peggy didn't push him away as she had at other times. She was now too aroused to object. John pumped his prick into her wildly and felt his come demand release.
"Mr. EverReady can't do this!" he exclaimed and let loose his wad.
It wasn't a large amount of sperm and it didn't spew into Peggy like a volcano bit it did mark one of John's better sexual performances. He clamped his body hard against hers and felt her nipples grow soft under his chest. She was cooling fast. John kept the vibrator going but Peggy seemed to have lost all interest in it as well as his own lovemaking.
As soon as John shot his load, his prick went limp and flopped out of his wife's gash. He slipped off her body and sat on the bed. Peggy lay like stone with her head averted and her eyes closed. She simply did not cooperate. Just when he did manage to get some display of normal screwing going she cut him off with her coldness. Sheer hatred stung his spirit.
John got off the bed and peeled off a piece of scotch tape from a roll. He then plastered it over the button on the vibrator so that the tip of the long object would pump without being constantly pressed. He walked over to the bed and rammed the entire device into his wife's vagina. Before Peggy had a chance to react he shoved the tube into her still further with his fingers so that it pumped deep inside her body on its own.
"You fucking bastard!" Peggy screamed. She slapped him on the face, but John smiled.
"You wanted Mr. EverReady...well, now you've got him good!" he snapped.
Peggy sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She shoved two fingers into her gash but the slippery tube seemed to elude her. 'Take it out, you sonuvabitch!" she yelled.
John leaned against a chair and folded his arms. "Say please."
"Please, you fuck! Pleeeese!"
He knelt down in front of his wife and slipped his longest finger into her cunt Somehow the vibrator had turned around in her body so that the pumping tip was facing her slitted opening. It made him happy to know that the massaging device was tormenting her.
John placed his face close to his wife's hairy bush and pulled the lips of her vagina wide apart This time he shoved two fingers inside her body all the way to the knuckles. He managed to get hold of the tube between his fingertips and he slowly brought the object forward. When he pulled the seven-inch tube entirely out of her body, he peeled off the scotch tape and the vibrator stopped. He handed her the warm, moist tube. "Still interested in phony dicks?" he asked.
Angrily, Peggy grabbed the device. This has given me more pleasure than any man," she told him bitterly.
"Maybe I should get me a phony cunt They make them, you know."
"That blonde looks phony enough to me!"
"And so does that pretty boy!"
John trembled with rage and disgust. Machines were replacing men everywhere...even in bed. It was all so dehumanizing. In time human sex relations may only be used for procreation while erotic pleasures would be found via masturbation. This was one way to keep the population down, he thought
Peggy rubbed her box lovingly. She seemed to be more capable of satisfying herself than he could. To his surprise, she pushed the button that started the first inch of the vibrator to pump. She was doing this to spite him, to show him that Mr. EverReady was the man for her. When he left the room, Peggy didn't even seem to notice. Her eyes were closed and there was a faraway look on her face.
He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the hot water. He wanted to wash away the taste, the smell, the touch of his wife's body. When he took hold of his penis he lifted it so he could look down at the small slit in the middle of the cockhead. "Nothing the matter with you, little friend, that a real woman couldn't fix." he said.
Now that he was free of Peggy's critical eye an erotic warmth seemed to overcome him like the hot water from the shower. He pulled at his meaty tube and felt it swell. Although he found himself impotent with women at times he could always have an orgasm via masturbation. In the bedroom, he heard his wife using the vibrator. Here they were, a middle-aged married couple, finding satisfaction through a teenaged outlet.
John jerked his prick with vigor and it erected rapidly in his hand. When he felt his come tingle, he held back, and then let it loose. The grayish sperm leaped out of the slitted end of his penis and fell against the wet tiles of the shower. My god, he couldn't go through life jerking off! He was a man who needed a woman...a real woman. He thought of Lillian and imagined what she must look like naked. In a semi-dream, he played with his cock.
SIX
The night sky was filled with stars and a sliver of moon rode low near the horizon. It was very warm and Rena knew that this would help get the party going. People seemed more inclined to take their clothes off in warm weather. She placed some inflated air mattresses around the closed-in patio. She hadn't had a sex party under the stars in such a long time and the very thought of it made her itch with anticipation. In a short time these air mattresses would be filled with naked bodies.
Some members of the club didn't like the idea of having sex relations in the completely enclosed patio out of fear that somehow someone might be watching. "We just have to be found out once," Marion had warned several weeks ago. "None of us would be able to live down a sex scandal. I'd rather do my fucking indoors."
The fear of being caught was always in the midst of the most intimate and passionate orgies. She had often wondered what would happen if the sex club became publicly known. Since Hal had his own business and was, therefore, his own boss he could not be fired. But men like John who worked in conservative companies would find their jobs in jeopardy. Even if the men were kept on, how would they be treated by their fellow employees? And, how would they be looked upon by their employers? Would promotions come as fast? And how would the women in the uncovered sex club manager to live in the sedate suburban community from then on?
The adultery club gave a great deal of pleasure, Rena knew, but it also demanded a price. If you wanted to swap and try out new dicks and pussies you would have to run the risk of being caught. Some members of the club actually found this possible danger exciting, but she did not. Rena promised herself that, if there were ever a scandal, she would have her husband sell the house and they would move. It was sheer hell to live in an area where everyone knows your private sins.
There were enough people around Indian Lake Acres already who were wondering about certain couples in their midst. The more people who joined the club the greater was the danger that they would be found out. Rena wondered if the club shouldn't put a limit on the number of couples that should join the screwing sessions. Another pair would bring the group to an even dozen couples. The sexual combinations that could be worked about among twenty-four people should be enough to satisfy the horniest person alive.
Hal came into the room bringing a case of liquor he had picked up from the basement. He began to set up the small, home bar. "It's a good thing I don't have to pay full price for this stuff," he told her. "I'd be broke within a year."
"I wouldn't put out too much booze, dear," she told him. "You know what happened the last time when Jerry got drunk and wanted everyone to jump in the lake bare-assed naked."
"Honey, the crowd expects me to lay out the liquor because they know I can get the stuff for next to nothing," he explained. "Anyhow, no one is driving a car. That's the one good thing about all of us living in the same area. We can walk to a sex orgy."
The doorbell rang.
Rena opened the door and John and Peggy walked in. Although they smiled and chatted, Rena could detect their inner tensions. They had come to the party in hopes of having love bloom where a cold desert was in their lives. She knew their problems and sympathized with them. If she and Hal had a similar problem she would appreciate all the help offered to her. She knew that she could not make John happy no matter how much she tried. A woman can do so many things with her body and no more. After screwing and Frenching a guy-there was nothing much left for a female to do. But, maybe Lillian would turn unhappy John on. She was the most exciting piece of tail the club had seen in a long time.
The couple drifted over to the bar and Hal made the first drinks of the evening. He stared down at Peggy's cleavage. While the woman was sexy-looking, he knew that she was anything but beneath that surface. The last time they had come together in a fornicating session, he left her body feeling depressed because she had not obviously enjoyed the screwing. Peggy was one woman who should be looked at but never fucked. Her body excited eyes but left peckers cold.
"I've fixed up the patio, you'll notice," Rena pointed out.
"Oh, Rena, not in the open!" Peggy complained. "You never know who is out there in the dark watching."
"But the patio has a tall fence around it," Rena assured her. "No one will see us. I've sunbathed out there in the nude lots of times. If no one can se us in the day you should feel damned safe at night."
The party was coming to a screaming halt, Hal decided. He knew that inviting John and Peggy was a bad idea. If his wife wanted to do charity work she would have to find another area in which to operate. The adultery club was his one big vice and he didn't want anyone to tamper with it
Lillian and Dirk showed up ten minutes later. Hal and John looked at the tall, shapely girl at the same time. They ignored her husband completely. Both wanted to be the first to get between those long legs of hers and plow away. John felt his innards warm. Tonight may be the night he will enjoy sex again after so many unhappy, sterile years with Peggy. If the blonde was as sexy as she looked he would go home with a smile for a change.
All six sat in the living room drinking and there was that tense, thrilling moment just before the erotic part of the party began. "Let's play strip poker," Hal suggested.
Everyone agreed since it was more interesting way to get naked than simply taking off your clothes. Hal set up a table and some chairs while Rena opened a fresh pack of cards. Strip poker was one of the more popular games the suburban swappers played.
Peggy won the first hand and she asked everyone to take off their left shoes. It didn't matter who won the hands because five out of six people would have to remove something each time. The "winner" of the strip poker game was the one who had at least one piece of clothing on when everyone else was naked.
Hal drew four Kings and won the next hand. "The left stockings," he said.
The men took off their socks in a second while Rena, Peggy and Lillian had to hitch up their skirts and undo the tops of their stockings from their garter belts. Lillian used the opportunity to exhibit her shapely leg by putting her foot on the table and rolling her stocking down slowly. John, who sat directly opposite her, stared down her dress, viewing her pink panties. He let his eyes run along her well-formed leg and there was a tugging sensation at his crotch. He was getting aroused just watching her.
Hand after hand stripped the players until they all sat in their underclothes. Hal was the winner thus far since he still kept his trousers on. In the next hand nudity would begin.
Rena drew a straight flush and asked Hal to remove his trousers while the others had to take off their shorts and panties. No one stood up to undress but they all knew that genitals were being bared under the table and this, in itself, was exciting. John, to his pleasant surprise, found that he had an erection. At least he wouldn't be humiliated with a limp prick. Still, there was the sex he had to perform yet.
A hard-on was one thing but a good screw was quite another.
Dirk won the next hand. All the women took off their bras and became completely naked. John leered at Lillian's beautiful breasts. Her pink-red nipples were aroused and he ached to get his mouth on them. He always did like scarlet tits.
A couple more quick hands determined the winner. It was Hal who still retained his shirt. "Well, I don't want to seem out of place," he said and stripped it off.
All six people now sat around the table in the complete nude. The sex orgy was about to begin.
Lillian was the first to stand up, letting everyone see her hairy triangle of sex. Her pubic bush was so light that the soft line of her vagina could easily be seen.
"Drinks, anyone?" she said and walked over to the small bar.
John and Hal got up immediately and exposed their erect dicks. They followed the shapely blonde to the bar and they made drinks for themselves. Since Hal wanted John to have first crack at the blonde, he turned his eyes to Peggy. She was the only other women he could have. In the swappers, no one screwed their own mates at parties. This also meant that Rena would have Dirk for her first stud of the evening. She stared boldly at his aroused male member.
"Want to do it on the patio?" she asked, coming directly to the point.
"I'm willing to do it anywhere...and in any place," he grinned.
Rena liked this answer because it proved the man had daring. Sex did reveal a person's true personality. John and Peggy were sexually repressed and they showed this by avoiding intercourse in front of others. Rena enjoyed mass fuck scenes and hoped that the others would follow her out to the patio with Dirk. She knew herself to be an exhibitionist who would kneel and blow any man at a second's notice even if the entire adultery club were present. She was dying to get her mouth around Dirk's manly spear.
Lillian looked down at John's erected penis after her husband drifted off to the patio with the hostess. "My, but you're healthy," she said taking his stiff dick in her hand.
John knew that he couldn't have sex relations with his castrating wife looking on so he suggested that they retire into one of the other rooms. The blonde pouted. "But I like to screw in front of people," she complained.
The chemist gave her a shy smile. "I guess I don't"
Since John had been to the house many times he knew just where the nearest bedroom was. He led the blonde to it and closed the door. This surprised the girl. "Force of habit?" she wanted to know.
"I just dig privacy," he told her.
Lillian, who had been hoping for a mass orgy, shrugged her shoulders. "To each his own," she said.
The blonde didn't want to make an issue out of John's strange modesty because she wanted to cater to the wishes of each man she met in the club. She didn't know who would be her next husband so she planned to please every male in the area. The blonde had wanted to bed down with Hal first, the man who owned the liquor supply business, but the chemist had been the one to make the first move at the bar when everyone was pairing off. Still, the night was young. There was time to get her hooks into Hall Woods.
The bedroom was dark but some light was reflected into it by one of those outside amber "bugs" lamps. It cast a soft glow over the bed. John felt his penis stiffen to its full, hard length. Yes, maybe this blonde would be the one he had been hoping to find, after all.
He watched Lillian crawl into bed with her lush rear exposed. Then she turned and lay on the bed face up. In the amber glow, her pale body turned to gold and her nipples looked like old coins. John slipped into bed next to her and ran his hands over her firm, smooth, young flesh. It was a novelty to be in bed with a woman and not bear the buzzing of some damned vibrator. Tonight he would be his own man and he didn't require aids made of plastic and were run by batteries.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he groped at her vagina.
"Tell me more," she said and pressed his hand tight against her cleft so that three of his fingers were pushed inside.
John found her clit. It was engorged with lust just like his prick. He didn't want to wait any longer. He had to take her now before the fires went out inside him.
John mounted her and thrust his swollen prod deep into the blonde's cleft. Lillian responded by shoving her torso up against him. She slipped her hands over his back and rump in a teasing way. The man was thrilled. She was cooperating in every way. She made him feel that she really cared for him.
He rammed his aroused stem all the way into her and felt their pubic bushes meet dryly. He was surprised to find that her vagina was a tight passage. Her pussy grabbed his penis like a hand. The girl's nipples rubbed against his moving chest and her breathing became loud with lust
"Faster, darling," she whispered.
Encouraged by her wanting, John plowed into her with increased vitality. He sawed into her warm, moist slit and he felt himself growing stronger rather than weaker with every stroke. My god! It was actually happening! He was going to have a great piece of ass!
"Baby, I love it!" the blonde told him hotly. "Give me morel I got to have more cock!"
It was as if some hidden spring of power had just been tapped. This lovely blonde wasn't pretending to be passionate. She really hungered for his thrusting dingus. The blonde wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Lillian squirmed beneath his pressing body as he stabber her with his dagger of flesh. She opened her mouth and sucked his lips. John responded by opening his own mouth and their tongues met wetly. John drank her spit and embraced her hard. Her rubbery breasts seemed to swell under his chest. Everything seemed to get larger and more erotic...most of all his prick. John felt that he had become a giant vibrating machine and that Lillian was one, huge cunt. His mind swam with sheer ecstasy. "Lillian! Lillian! You're all pussy!" he cried out "Faster! Screw faster!" she urged, throwing her head back.
A need for release hammered in John's flesh but he didn't want to let his come go. He wanted to enjoy every inch and every second of this meeting of flesh and flesh. There had been so few of them lately.
"Ohhhhhl Ahhhhhh! I'M EXPLODING!*' the blonde shouted.
Her vagina clamped down on his thrusting dick hard as a mighty orgasm shook her. John couldn't hold back any longer and he shot his wad. He cupped his hand o he girl's big, firm breasts and squeezed at the same time. Their mouths met in a French kiss once more.
His climax was surprisingly long and full. He hadn't had such a load of come in years. John felt like weeping with joy. So he was still a man after all. He didn't have to jerk off for pleasure. He could still screw as well as any other man. Young Lillian had given him back his youth.
"Thank you, darling!" he gasped when he lifted his mouth off hers.
Hal grabbed one of Peggy's large breasts with both of his hands. Her dark nipples were still soft and unexcited even though he tried to arouse with his lips and fingers. Hal could sense that the woman was bored with him and he doubted that he would get her to enjoy screwing. They had had relations before and none of them had been exactly thrilling. The woman simply was too unresponsive. He understood why John was down all the time. Peggy's lack of excitement reached him and his prick lay limp between his legs like a withered hot dog. He could, of course, pump hardness into his prod with his hand but he didn't want to. Why waste time on a broad who didn't want him when he could have that beautiful blonde doll in another few minutes? At the same time, he didn't want to ignore the woman completely. Although his rod wasn't in the banging mood there was always his mouth.
Hal bent low and sucked her belly button. The large, naked woman leaned back on the sofa assuming that Hal wanted to perform cunnilingus after some foreplay. She could see that his penis was unerected. Hal wasn't even going to try to get a hard-on. She knew that he was saving up Ins juice for that new blonde. She couldn't blame him. The new girl had to be tested with a rigid dick and not a soft one. She also couldn't blame Hal for being bored with her. Their last few fuck sessions hadn't gone off well. The man was going to gratify her with his tongue. Well, she had no objection to Frenching. The tongue didn't have to have a hard-on.
Hal ran his tongue along Peggy's stomach until he reached her bush. He dug one of his fingers into her gash and moved it like a small dick. She remained still and unmoving. She could issue a few, false cries of pleasure to make him feel better but she knew it wouldn't help. Hal was only marking time until he got hold of all that young, blonde meat
The sight of Peggy's generous sexual hair moved Hal to lust despite himself. Cold or not, Peggy was one hell of a fine-looking dame. His male member started to engorge and he wanted to resist the need to screw. No, Lillian had to have the cream of his come. While a female could take on any number of men in a single session Mother Nature had short-changed the male of the species. He could not have intercourse with more than two women in the same night and he didn't want to throw away his best shot On a pussy that didn't appreciate him. Yet, despite everything, he developed an erection as he buried his face between Peggy's long, shapely legs.
He chewed her vagina and lapped inside her body with his ever-working tongue. Hal felt her clit but amazingly, the woman still didn't react. It was as if she were hollow.
He continued to blow her as his penis became fully erected. Any other woman in the club would've offered to 69 him by now, but Peggy was different. She took but never gave. He hoped that John was making oat better with Lillian. That poor bastard needed a good piece of ass.
Hal left Peggy's hairy cleft and started to lick her thighs. He had to admit she did have wonderful legs. They were her best feature. As he ran his tongue down one of her legs he kept his ears open for Lillian. It was almost time for another swap.
When he reached the woman's toes he licked his tongue between each one. She reacted for the first time by giggling. "Hal, since when did you become a foot fetisher?"
"You mean you like it?" he asked with surprise. He was amazed to find that there was something she enjoyed.
"It tickles," she answered. "But, go on if it makes you feel happy."
It tickled. That explained her reaction. And he had thought he had found a sexual kink she could respond to.
Peggy's cool, passive attitude chilled what little desire he had for her and his dick began to go limp. He became aware of a bad taste in his mouth and left her damp toes. Hal walked over to the small bar and quickly bolted down a straight shot of whiskey.
The stars burned brightly in the black velvet sky. Rena gazed up at them as she lay with her legs spread wide against one of the inflated air mattresses. Dirk stood next to her and she turned her glance to him. She looked up along the underside of his stiffly erect staff, which seemed even larger from her position on the ground. The amber bug lamp painted his already golden body a richer, deeper hue. He didn't seem real, rather like someone who had stepped out of one of her wet dreams.
The young man knelt next to her and rubbed his hands all over her body. "You've got a damned good figure for a . . . " he began, but suddenly stopped himself.
"For a woman my age?" she added completing his statement "Don't be afraid to say it. I know that I'm ten years your senior, but that hardly make me an old lady."
Dirk massaged her breasts. "You'll never be old," he assured her.
"Or a lady," Rena smiled back. "I pity the ladies of the world...they lead such dull lives. I'd rather be the bitch lam."
Dirk leaned closer towards her and rested his body over her waist. "I like honesty in women," he said. "It's a very rare quality. I think we'll get along just fine."
He pressed his entire body upon hers and rammed his huge rod between her legs. Rena gasped when his thick, long prick plowed into her violently. She immediately saw that, in his need to love there was also a need to hurt. She had had sex relations with enough men to know which ones had a streak of sadism. Now she understood the tension she had always felt between the beautiful couple. It takes a very special woman to enjoy a sexually sadistic man. She knew that Marion had a need to be humiliated even though it was hidden in the depths of her psyche. Her husband had never been able to fill this need and that was why they could never become truly intimate. John simply wasn't tough enough for her. He was too much of a gentleman. Dirk, on the other hand, was a sexual savage. He was just the kind to make Peggy happy.
"Take this!" Dirk exclaimed when he sliced into her body with his sword of flesh. "And this! And this!" he repeated with each stroke.
Although Rena didn't go for pain and sadism in her lovemaking, she couldn't help but respond to the well-built young stud. Like every other healthy woman, she couldn't resist the attentions of an oversized prick. Her vagina heated quickly and a spasm of lust made her body tremble. My god, she was coming already!
Rena dug her fingers into Dirk's broad back. He was very muscular and this excited her still further. She wrapped her legs around his as he thrust into her. The air mattress at her back seemed ready to explode with their rampaging bodies.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dirk breathed with each stroke now.
Rena felt that he was trying to hurt her with his brutal rod. She didn't mind. There was a touch of the masochist in every woman. She couldn't recall when a man had loved her like this. So many men in the club screwed like robots. But Dirk wasn't a machine. He was all flesh and blood.
Suddenly Dirk clamped his teeth down on her neck at the moment of his spewing climax. Tom cats in heat usually held their feline loved ones in just such a fashion. The animal side of Dirk was showing itself even more. His teeth hurt but she was too aroused sexually to really feel it. She felt only his hot, moist pouring as it flooded her pussy. When his manly flow stopped he lifted his head up and smiled.
"How was I?" he asked.
This was a question only the very conceited or the very unsure men asked of their sex partners. And, Rena observed, Dirk was hardly unsure of his masculine powers. He just adored compliments to the point where he demanded them.
She didn't want to disappoint him, so she said, "You're a regular one-man army."
He flashed his white teeth. "Roll over and I'll show you how the Greek Army operates," he offered.
Sodomy was about the only form of eroticism that Rena didn't like. Not wanting to hurt his feelings she explained to Dirk that she had had an operation in her anal passage recently and wasn't ready to take a huge cock up her ass.
Dirk shrugged his bare shoulders. "Well, maybe that big woman would like a Greeking," he said talking about Peggy. "She has a nice, big fanny."
Rena used the opportunity to break up their coupling. "Let's go and see her. I can use a drink right now, too."
When the two walked into the next room, Hal was already standing at the bar while Peggy lay on the sofa with her legs spread and a pale hickey mark on her belly button.
Rena touched her neck as soon as she saw Peggy's love-welt and, for the first time, realized just how hard
Dirk had bitten. She glanced in a small mirror behind the bar and saw an ugly red sore. Dirk's teeth marks were clearly visible. There was a difference between an affectionate love bit and one used by a cannibal. She wondered how he would be in an act of cunnilingus. He probably would've eaten her cunt off.
"Where are the other two?" Rena asked. In the next round, John would be her next mate. She knew that it wouldn't be an exciting session especially after having big-donged Dirk, but, at least, the chemist never tried to hurt anyone.
"Lillian!" Dirk shouted. "Where the fuck are you?"
Everyone stiffened. Club members simply did not shout during a sex party. It was hard enough to keep the adultery club a secret without shouting it to the world.
The blonde came in with John trailing behind her. His face was flushed and his eyes shone. It was obvious that he had thoroughly enjoyed his sex session. Rena was surprised. She hadn't seen him look so happy in a long time. The blonde had worked wonders on him.
"Dirk, keep quiet," Lillian urged. "You're not home."
The tanned young man sought to dominate the group and leered at Peggy stretched out on the sofa. "I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to tear off another piece of tail," he said.
Hal and John glared at him at the same time. He was lording over them because he was the youngest and best-looking male at the party. He also wanted to prove that he was the most virile, too. If it wasn't for the fact that Dirk and Lillian came as a married set, Hal wouldn't have invited him. In a need to get away from Dirk, he took Lillian by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. Usually there was some drinks and small talk between sexual bouts, but he wasn't in the mood to socialize with Dirk in the company. Besides, he was more than anxious to get into the blonde's beautiful young body.
"My," Lillian noticed, "but you're in an awful hurry."
"It's the beast in me," he told her.
As they walked towards the bedroom his penis began to erect. He was glad he hadn't shot his load with Peggy.
"I was only here a minute ago with John," Lillian said as she crawled into the rumpled bed.
"Was he a good lay?"
"He gave me the best screwing I've had in months."
Hal raised his eyebrows. The women in the sex club usually complained about John's inability to have intercourse and now the blonde was telling him that he was some kind of great stud. If she could turn that mouse into an ape he wondered what kind of fucking he had in store.
Lillian spread her legs wide apart and Hal grabbed her pussy. In turn the girl took hold of his fully erected penis. "You want us to jerk each other off?" she teased.
"What a waste that would be," he replied, and mounted her soft, smooth flesh.
When he shoved the knobby end of his sex organ into her he was surprised, as John had been, by the tight fit. Hal inched his penis in slowly wanting to savor her young vagina to the fullest. He looked down at the fleshy, intimate meeting and saw the tube of his male member sink into her parted cunt lips. His testicles hung down like peaches on a vine and he felt them grow tense with desire.
"Oh, Hal, you're so good to me," the girl whispered. "I thought you'd be too tired after having Peggy."
He didn't tell her that he hadn't come with that big woman. It pleased him to let her think he was exceptionally virile. "I'm not too tired for you," he told her.
Hal lay flat on her body. Lillian slipped her bare arms around his neck and opened her mouth in an invitation for a French kiss. As he thrust his engorged cock up and down inside her body, the blonde sucked at his mouth. He could see why John had been turned on by her. Lillian burned on all of her sexual burners at once. She held back nothing. She was as uninhibited as an animal.
The fleshy heat of the girl's vagina thrilled him and her narrow passage made him pump all the harder. Although Lillian had only recently reached the peak of her passions with John, she was ready to spill out her juices again. In an agony of need she rolled over still holding Hal in a tight embrace. Once he was on his back she immediately took over the male role and rammed her impaled cunt down on his rigid cock.
"Oh . . .oh...oh!" Hal grunted with both surprise and lust. He was actually being raped by a beautiful young girl!
Hal watched her shapely rump rise and fall as she screwed him. He slipped his hands over her butt halves and spread them wide. As Lillian slapped her soft body against him rapidly, he was unable to hold his come back any longer.
"Now! Now!, he gasped, and let his fluid fly upwards into the blonde's female cave.
"So much come!" Lillian exclaimed as sperm filled her.
She lifted her body up so that she straddled the man's hips. The blonde ground her vagina against his body with his spurting dick still deep inside her. Hal pressed his hands against her firm breasts and wondered when he would stop shooting his load. He hadn't had such an orgasm since his teen years.
"I'm coming...I'm coming!" Lillian cried as she moved more rapidly against him. "Ohhhhhhl Ahhhhhhi I can't stand it!"
Suddenly the girl collapsed on him. Hal clutched at her naked body and felt her vagina react violently. His heart pounded like a trip hammer and he began to gasp for breath.
"Lillian...Lillian," he managed to pant a they enjoyed a mutual orgasm.
The stars looked less romantic to Rena when she took John out into the patio. It still surprised her that he was willing to make love out of doors since he had always avoided having sex in the patio before. Then she remembered that he had just come from Lillian's arms. The man was floating along on an erotic could she had created.
Rena took hold of his limp penis. "If you're not ready I can get you started," she said and knelt before him.
The woman opened her mouth and took the entire length of his prick. John placed his hands against her bobbing head as she blew him. Rena found the man's rod swelling in her mouth as it started to engorge. Usually John quit after a mild sexual performance but now he was anxious to have seconds.
The man's sexual member grew larger and harder as Rena mouthed it. In a matter of a minute or two, it was stiffly erect. Rena clasped his hairy thighs with her hands as she sucked. She took her mouth off his prod completely and stared at it. In the amber light it seemed to glow like a neon tube shiny with spit. She lapped at his testicles and took one of them orally. It was obvious that John...of all people...was ready to climax and she didn't want to bring him to that peak too soon. Although she didn't like anal intercourse she enjoyed fellatio thoroughly, so she wanted to stretch the oral act for as long as possible.
John moaned with delight when she mouthed his balls, and stroked her hair in gratitude. "You do that so well, Rena," he told her in a soft voice.
Rena squeezed his legs as if in answer and increased her oral attentions. She licked the entire length of his prick and then swallowed the shiny glans. John urged his erect stick into her mouth. He held her by placing both hands on her cheeks. Then he started to pump his rod into her oral cavity as if it were a vagina. Rena stopped bobbing her head to allow him to take over initiative. Most of the times John was as passive as his wife, allowing people to come to him rather than making an effort to please.
She felt his strong, stiff male member move back to her throat and then withdraw. He was going to climax in another few seconds and she grabbed his legs for support. John's fleshy prod pushed against the roof of her mouth and she waited for the spurting fluid. Then he came. She swallowed hard as he spewed out his sperm. Rena drank the male liquid as if it were fine wine. As John came, he stopped moving his phallus and Rena embraced his legs tightly taking as much of his prick as she could. The sperm poured against the back of her throat and she kept on swallowing until he had nothing left to give.
The chemist let out a long sigh of relief when he spurted away his last drop. He threw his head back in sheer ecstasy and looked up at the sky.
"I see stars!" he exclaimed softly.
Peggy's heart beat faster as Dirk sat next to her. He placed his long legs over his lap and he petted them. "You're a lot of woman," he leered. "And that's a lot of pussy you have there," he added as he fingered her lush bush.
The big woman was arouse by his potent aggressiveness. John and all the other men in the club always tried to seduce her when she actually hungered for rape. Dirk was not one to prowl around her body timidly seeking penetration. He was a man who took what he wanted.
Dirk massaged her vagina with one hand and she felt his prick swell against her legs. She watched in wonder as it kept growing past the average phallus size. The young man's penis was a mighty and impressive organ to behold.
"Roll over," Dirk ordered quietly when he became completely engorged.
Peggy was a bit taken aback by the way he attempted to dominate her but she found herself liking his virile attitude. Without a word, she rolled over, showing him her large, shapely ass. She knew that he wanted to sodomize her with that excessively large penis of his and the thought of having a painful sexual interlude with the handsome stud made her heart beat faster.
Dirk slapped an open palm against her rump. "Man, look at all that meat!" he exclaimed.
He slapped her rump again. This time he didn't pull his punch. He was actually spanking her as hard as he could. Peggy felt her butt halves tingle with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She knew that she had found a soul mate in the aggressive stud.
Dirk got up and spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart. "I'm going to fuck you dry," he told her with a certain amount of cruelty in his voice. "Think you can take it?"
"Y...yes," Peggy replied. For the first time she met a man she could be afraid of.
Dirk pressed the hard, swollen head of his penis against her anus and Peggy clutched at the sofa for support. It was going to be painful. Dirk was the type of man who wouldn't stop sodomizing simply because she begged him to cease.
"Keeee-rist!" Peggy screamed when the young man rammed the wide end of his prick into her anal passage.
Dirk did not pause as he pushed into the woman's body. At first the channel resisted him but it soon opened up as his large cock took possession of her flesh.
Peggy dug her fingers deep into the sofa and issued cries of pain as the young stud shoved his thick spear into her anus. She thought he was going to go through her body entirely as he kept ramming inch after inch into the buffeted passageway. She felt like begging him to halt but she wanted to see just how much she could take of him. When Dirk rammed in the final inch of his cock, she let out a scream.
It suddenly occurred to Peggy that she was actually expressing great passion! Dirk, with his savage, titanic rod had awakened the sleeping tiger that had always been in her large body.
The young man lifted his torso, bringing his long penis upwards. When he had taken half his rod out of Peggy's anal passage he rammed down again. Once more she cried out. Dirk repeated the action two, three, four, five more times. Peggy's cries became less when her body became used to his thrusting spear. Her anal muscles relaxed and her hole opened up wide to accept his rutting tool. When Dirk plowed into her for the tenth time, he lay flat. Peggy felt the lava-like flow of his orgasm as it filled her whole being.
Dirk lay on her until his penis grew soft. When" he withdrew his cock made a plopping sound as the painful sexual contact was finally broken. "This calls for a drink," he told her. "Make me a scotch-and-soda."
Instead of being insulted by the way Dirk ordered her around, she became excited. It was wonderful to be in the hands of a real man at last.
"My ass feels as if a hot poker had been shoved up inside it," she complained as she got up.
Dirk grinned wickedly. "Why, have you ever had a hot poker up your can?"
Peggy smiled back and walked over to the bar. She made two drinks and handed one to Dirk. She sat on his lap almost hoping that he would sodomize her again. But Dirk was bored with sex now and he drank without paying any attention to the big, naked woman on his lap.
Peggy, who had ignored so many men, found this change of roles stimulating. It made her want to be loving instead of passively waiting to be loved. She kissed his lips and rubbed her rump seductively over his sturdy lap.
Rena and John walked in from the patio at mat moment Dirk observed them lazily. He pushed his hands against Peggy's broad back in an attempt to urge her off his lap. "There's your husband," he told her. "Why not screw him this time?"
John was stunned seeing his wife in such a close and warm embrace with a man, and he stared at her blankly. Peggy returned the stare and smiled. Both knew, at that split-second, life had changed for them.
SEVEN
Dirk and Lillian Winters quickly became the most popular members in the adultery club. After word got out about how they turned on John and Peggy Simmons, everyone wanted to swap with them.
Jerry and Ann Webster swapped with the young couple and added their voices to the chorus of praise. In another, party Dirk and Lillian shared themselves with two couples; the Adams and the Johnsons. Michael Adams owned a bakery and his wife, Oona, worked there to save paying a regular employee. They were good-looking and in their twenties, but Dirk could see no profit in playing up to a "slave laborer" as he called Oona Adams. Lillian also avoided listing Michael as a prospective second husband because she discovered that the man was already living above his income, so he had nothing but debts in his rather bleak future.
There were some couples in Indian Lake Acres who were moonlighting on extra jobs just to keep up payments on their homes, while others managed to supply money for all their needs with a single position. Frank Johnson, for example, was one of the few men who owned his home free and clear in the community. He was not wealthy, however, since he worked as a civil servant for the state. The reason he had been able to buy the house was through pooling his entire life savings with his wife's.
Harriet Johnson had wanted to buy the house outright, too, because she had felt that real estate was the best investment that could be made.
The Johnsons were in their thirties and they fell in love with Dirk and Lillian at first sight. While all four had engaged in an exciting sexual session, the younger couple felt that chasing them would be a waste of time. Lillian would not be satisfied with a civil servant's salary and Dirk knew that Harriet was broke because all her money had gone into buying the house.
Charles and Sally Wilkins proved to be more interesting to the greedy young couple. They were co-owners of a string of carry-out food shops and they had also invested their profits into other businesses. Lillian thought that Charles Wilkins, a rugged-looking man of forty, was tight with his money but this only proved that he knew how to save cash. A spendthrift was no bargain as a husband. She knew that by the way Dirk tossed money around.
Dirk looked upon Sally Wilkins with interest. As a co-owner in a very profitable business, she had money of her own. She was forty, the age when most women are ready for a new romance in their lives. Sally, he decided, would be an easy mark.
"I think those two must have close to a quarter-of-a-million dollars between them," Dirk told his wife one night after they returned home from a sex party. "They might be just the ones we've been looking for."
"Not so fast," Lillian warned. "If we marry them that would mean we would have to fight over their loot. I don't think either one of us would be satisfied with half a fortune when there is an outside chance to grab it all."
"What would you suggest, then?" he asked. "Would you want one of us to make a play for the whole bundle?"
"Why not? If I married Charles his ex-wife would get nothing more than alimony payments but, if you married Sally she wouldn't even get that."
"Yeah, but she'd get half the loot. Those two are co-owners of those food shops, remember. I think you're trying to tout me off the broad just so you could have the field clear for yourself. You must have some strange idea that Charles will just hand half his business over to you."
Lillian grinned. "Pet, I can have him hand over all his loot to me. The poor bastard is nuts over my body. He wouldn't mind fucking me every night instead of two or three months in a swap party. If we ever married I'd bet we'd drop out of the swappers altogether. He wouldn't want to share me with any other guy."
"I can say as much for Sally," Dirk told her. "That pig wants to wrap me up like a present and keep me on a shelf. She wouldn't care if I ever worked as long as I threw cock into her every day."
"Well, we'll have to pick our suckers soon. We don't have much money left. One of these days our lawyers will tell us we'll have to sell this house."
Dirk looked sullen. "Sell this place? Shit, this is a poverty pocket considering the jet-set life we used to live."
Lillian arched an eyebrow. "Well, baby, you can always find a job and work like all the other men around here."
The young man sucked in his breath. Before Lillian knew it her husband was in front of her. She didn't have time to ward off the balled fist that slammed against her face. "Don't get snotty with me, you bitch!" he screamed.
The blonde covered up her face with her arms. If her husband had to beat her she wanted to protect her looks, at least. Dirk struck her shoulders, back and stomach wildly. "Please, Dirk! No more! Let me alone! Please!" she cried.
"Just don't wise off to me like that, you cunt!" be yelled.
He stopped beating her and suddenly stamped off. Lillian heard a door slam. The blonde went into the bathroom and studied her face in a mirror. She realized, to her dismay, that she was going to have a black eye. How was she going to explain that? She placed some cold water against the injury and started to cry. Damn that sonuvabitch! Why was she stuck with a man who didn't even like her when the woods were full of men who were dying to make all kinds of love to her? She couldn't wait to find another man...a man who would be kind, protective and gentle.
Lillian couldn't bear being in the house any longer so she rushed into the garage and started the car. Dirk, she reasoned, had to be out sniffing around some of the suburban wives...the ones who could afford his dubious charms.
She didn't know where she was going because tears kept blurring her vision. In a way, she hoped for an accident to resolve all her problems. She found herself driving through town and noticed that the streets were filled with teenaged boys and girls all in high spirits. How wonderful it would be to be that young again, she thought. Even though she was but a few years removed from her own teen years she felt old, tired and jaded.
A neon sign burned in the night ahead of the car: HAL WOODS LIQUOR SUPPLY.
Lillian wiped her eyes and slowed down. She had never seen Hal's place close up and she decided that this was as good a time as any to make her play for the man. He was high on her fist of prospective husbands.
She stopped the car across the street from the entrance to the large building. There were lights burning in some of the windows and Lillian wondered if Hal was still working. As his own boss he could set his own hours. The blonde sat in the car studying the building. It was a lot larger than she had thought. Since people would always drink booze, there was little fear that Hal would go out of business.
A familiar figure appeared in the doorway. It was Hal. Lillian honked the horn. The man looked about him for a few seconds in confusion. Lillian waved out of the car window and called to him. He smiled broadly and all but ran over to the car. As soon as he saw Lillian his smile changed to a frown. "Lillian, what's wrong?" he wanted to know.
At first she wanted to lie but she decided against it. Why protect Dirk? Besides, it was time she made a play for some man. "I guess you might say we had a family spat," she told him.
Hal looked angry. "Did Dirk hit you?"
It did Lillian's ego some good seeing a man standing up for her. She liked the idea mat Hal would be angry about Dirk. She even had a fleeting thought about the two men fighting over her. As long as she had known Dirk she never known him to hit a man. Women were easier targets. "Can I give you a lift back to Indian Lake?" she said.
Hal took her offer immediately and opened the door of the car. "Let me drive," he said in a protective tone. "I'll get some ice to put on that eye."
He drove to a nearby ice cube machine, dropped in a coin and received a bag of ice. He placed several of the cubes in his handkerchief and told her to press it against her eye. "It will bring the swelling down," he added.
Lillian moved against him and patted his leg very near the crotch. "You're very kind," she told him. "I wish my husband could be more like you. I sometimes wonder why I ever married that bastard."
As Hal drove, he patted Lillian's thigh. "He must be off his rocker to hit a sweet kid like you."
The blonde smiled as she applied the ice pack. She had thrown out the first hint that she was unhappy with her husband. All she had to do now was apply a bit more pressure. "I don't feel like going home right now, Hal," she told him. "Can we park someplace?"
She felt the man's hand tighten on her leg. "Sure, Lillian, sure," he responded thickly. "I know just the spot."
A few minutes later Hal drove up what was obviously a lover's lane. Parked cars were everywhere, under trees and in the shadows. She knew what Hal was hoping to get and she was more than willing to give it to him.
"I haven't messed around in a parked car for years," she told Hal in a sexy voice.
She heard the man swallow hard. It was now clear that she was willing to "go all the way," to use a teenager's phrase. Although they could have one another easy enough in a swap party, there was still something thrilling about screwing on the side.
Hal brought the car to a stop in a secluded place between two very large trees. "I haven't done it in a car for years, either," he confessed.
Lillian placed the makeshift ice bag on the floor of the car. She reached over and touched the tip of Hal's zipper. There was a small, sensual sound as she opened his pants. She then slipped her hand over the crotch of his under-shorts. He had an erection. "You seem ready enough for action. Hal," she whispered.
"With you I'm always ready," he answered, and slipped a hand up her dress. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and rubbed. Lillian felt her vagina warm under his caresses. She felt her clitoris throb with a load of blood. When she was a high-school girl she had made a point of "drawing the line" with boys in parked cars at finger-fucking. Hal's hand on her pussy reminded her of those salad days. He slipped one of his fingers under the thin cloth and found her slitted opening. Expertly, he toyed with her engorged clit. That familiar sensual heat swept over her.
"Oh, Hal!" she gasped. "I can hardly wait!"
She slipped her fingers into the fly of his shorts and pulled out his stiff cock. She stroked it gently, not wanting him to spill over. Once, as a school girl, she had deliberately masturbated a boy in a car to keep him from screwing her. She recalled how the hot juices had spurted upwards and then over her bare hand. And she remembered the smell of his sperm on her hand that seemed to linger for days.
"Let's get comfortable," Hal urged and started to pull her panties down.
Lillian lifted her fanny while Hal pulled the undergarment over her hips and down her legs. She felt an exciting coolness over her vagina when it was bared. Hal took off his shoes and then his pants and shorts. When he was completely naked from the waist down he pushed her dress up. Once more his hand slithered over her pussy. "Christ, I forgot how I positioned girls in cars," he admitted with a laugh.
"I remember," she answered and lay back against the front seat with one leg over the back rest. She stuck her other leg straight out so that the heel of her shoe stabbed against the melting ice cubes on the floor of the car. In this position her cunt was on full display and very easy to get at.
Hal shoved his face between her legs and licked the hairy cleft. She closed her thighs on him so that his cheeks scraped against them. The stubble of his beard felt like sandpaper. Hal made loud, sucking sounds as he blew her and Lillian took hold of his stiff prick in the tight confines of the front seat of the automobile.
Lillian had left Indian Lake feeling hurt and depressed but now her mood had lightened. Love worked wonders. When she began making the rounds of the sex parties in search of a new husband, she hadn't expected to fall in love with the man she selected but she was beginning to feel something for Hal. He was not young and hardly handsome but he did have qualities her husband lacked. He was considerate, kind, loving and warm. Dirk only pretended these feelings when it suited his purpose. He had pretended them just before they got married and, once the knot was tied, he allowed his real nature to assert itself. She knew that Hal had no such hidden faults. What she saw was what she had to get
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Lillian moaned as the man ran his tongue deep into her gash. She clutched at his dick hard as he sucked on the bud of her clitoris.
"Damn, I don't want to come in your face, honey," he told her and turned around.
Hal edged his partially clothed body onto hers and stabbed at her vagina with the head of his phallus. He inched his male member into her slit slowly at first and then rammed all the way. Lillian felt his cock probe deeply against the sweating walls of her sexual passage.
"I love it! I love it!" she whispered hotly in his ear.
Hal lifted his torso up and then plowed down hard. Lillian slipped her hands under his shirt and fingered his back. Once again Hal lifted and fell as he pushed his cock into the well of her pussy.
Lillian spread her legs further apart to accept his mounting passion. She ran the heel of her shoe against the ice cubes, which seemed a lot smaller now. The shoe fell off her other foot and dropped against the rear floor of the car.
Hal began to pump and thrust with increased lust. Her body started to ache from the discomfort of her position. She wasn't as young as she used to be. A few years ago she wouldn't have minded the cramped quarters for the pleasure she got She was now at a stage of life when the comforts became increasingly important. The fires of youth could burn for just so long. In another ten years she would become just another suburban woman like the ones she met at Indian Lake. But, for the present she still had youth and beauty going for her and she had to exploit them while she had the opportunity.
Hal fucked with abandon and his breathing became labored. Lillian ran her hands down to his ramming hips. She knew that he was near his climax.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the man sighed loudly as he let his sperm shoot into her body, Lillian brought her leg down from the back rest and let it fall on his now still body. They were both breathing heavily and the sounds of ecstasy filled the cramped car. Lillian could almost hear the sound of Hal's come as it squirted through the tube of his manhood. She brought her legs together so that the walls of her vagina would close upon his prick.
A spasm of lust shook Lillian's body. Her climax was being reached only seconds behind Hal's. She pushed her hips upwards and she even lifted the man's body for a moment. Her orgasm had unleashed some hidden, animal power inside her flesh.
"Ha!" she cried. "I'm burning up! Jee-zuss!"
Hal embraced her hard with his hands over her ass. He pulled her lower torso up against his still spewing penis. Lillian bucked like a woman on a wild horse causing the car to rock. Even after Hal stopped coming her orgasms burned on like liquid fire. Hal kept holding her, understanding her need for greater closeness. Lillian soon forgot the cramped condition of the car as wave after wave of electric joy burst over her body. There, as last, she relaxed. She let loose a satisfied moan.
"Feel better now, baby?" Hal asked.
"After a fuck like that who wouldn't feel better?"
He kissed her gently on the bruised eye. "If Dirk ever hits you again, honey, let me know?"
"Dirk? Who's he?"
They both laughed.
EIGHT
In the morning, Lillian looked at her face and gasped. Despite the icy applications of the night before her eye still became swollen and discolored. She was willing enough to appear naked in public but not with a black eye. She didn't mind flaunting her beauty but not this minor ugliness.
"Don't you look the sight," Dirk said when he came into the bathroom. "What happened to you?"
"As if you didn't know," she said tightly.
"If you're going to go around blaming that mouse on me I'll deny everything," he said curtly. "Now haul your ass out of the John. I want to shave."
She left her husband alone, wishing that it could be on a permanent basis. A night's sleep had not softened his miserable disposition. Only when she thought of Hal and how sweet he had been the night before did she feel calmer. There was still some couples to meet but she doubted that she would ever find another man like Hal. And then she remembered that she would have to meet a couple the next day. She didn't feel she was up to it. She just couldn't go to a sex orgy with a shiner.
Lillian didn't want to tell Dirk that she wasn't ready to see William and Uta Beaton right away. Perhaps, by some fluke, her eye would be perfect again after another day. But, on Thursday, the black eye was still there. "I can't go socializing looking like this," she told Dirk. "Let's take a rain check on the swap."
"Pet," he answered coldly, "I hear that this couple has money stashed away in a dozen different banks. I'm not going to turn down a chance at that loot just because you had an accident with your eye."
Dirk still refused to admit that he had struck her and Lillian didn't want to press the argument. She hated the idea of having two black eyes.
All that day she placed ice on her injury and, towards evening, the swelling and discoloration was as bad as ever. When Dirk told her that a shiner hangs on for days, she decided to go out and meet this new couple. She didn't want to have her nutty husband bugging her for one day more.
William Beaton was a short, spare man in his late thirties and his wife was somewhat plumper and a few years older. They had no children and spent most of their energies on the real estate business they co-owned. The adultery club seemed to be their one luxury and this started rumors about their hidden wealth. The real estate business was a profitable one and the couple spread their savings over several different banks. In one of them they kept a safe deposit drawer in which they kept twenty thousand dollars they had never declared on their income tax form. The Beaton's were one of the wealthiest couples in Indian Lake but they tried to keep it a secret. However, Indian Lake, like all tightly knit communities, was not a place to keep secrets and a few people already knew about the hidden cash. Dirk had heard about the Beaton's wealth and that was why he was so anxious to meet Uta.
Uta Beaton was not an attractive woman but she did have a certain animal charm about her. At first sight, men usually put her down as cold and sexless but she was really quite the opposite. She had a special passion for much younger men and thus she was very much interested in meeting Dirk.
William and Uta had been married for eighteen years and they got along well enough together except that they suffered from boredom now and then. This was why they decided that they needed new flesh and blood in their lives. The adultery club made them forget their boredom by providing a wide variety of sexual experiences. When it came to throwing a sex orgy the couple forgot their usual thrift and, because of this, became very popular with the rest of the club members.
When Dirk and Lillian arrived the couple noticed the dark glasses the blonde was wearing. When she removed them she had to reveal her black eye. Instead of being taken aback by the sight of a beautiful girl with a shiner, William Beaton became excited. He had never screwed a girl with a black eye before. He, like his wife, enjoyed a degree of kinkiness in their lovemaking.
"My husband hit me," Lillian told them flatly.
"My wife had an accident," Dirk corrected in an equally flat voice.
Uta knew that Dirk had struck the blonde and she found this stimulating. William had never struck her in all the years of their marriage even though she often craved rough treatment At the age of forty, Uta's masochistic needs were still unsatisfied and this added to her repressed desire for pain and humiliation. Through other women in the club she had learned of the handsome stud's erotic tastes and skills. She knew him to be a sexual sadist who enjoyed inflicting pain. Uta was most anxious to test his abilities in bed.
"Why don't we all go to the sheik's tent?" William asked with a mysterious smile.
"Sheik's tent?" Dirk and Lillian asked at once.
"We like costume parties," Uta explained. "It makes the relationships that much more interesting. Tonight we will have an Arab fuck scene."
Dirk and Lillian claimed they had no costumes but the Beatons never expected their guests to bring their own. They took pleasure in not telling guests the motif of the night's orgy until after they arrived. In this way, costumes and other props made the swap club very expensive for the Beatons but they never seemed to mind spending cash on sex.
William and Uta led the young couple into the room they had decorated especially for that evening. It was made to look like the inside of a rich Arab's tent complete with many soft pillow and thick rugs. "We'll wear these," William said pointing to four robes that lay across some of the pillows.
Both couples undressed hurriedly as if wanting to enter the planned festivities as soon as possible. When all were naked they stared at one another for a long moment. Dirk and Lillian could tell that the older couple liked what they saw. William's eyes burned into the blonde's pussy and ravished her breasts. Uta kept her glance locked on Dirk's mighty prick, which gave promises of many long, hard hours of love.
"No use screwing right away," William smiled. "I think it nicer to build up to sex."
All four put on the robes and Uta brought in a tray of Arab food. She had spent the entire day in the kitchen making the special dishes. Food was one of her hobbies, as her well-padded figure indicated.
Dirk and Lillian didn't care for the delicacies but they managed to put it down with straight faces. They thought that the whole idea of a costume sex orgy was a bit silly even though they found it a break from the usual routine of having a drink and then grabbing for cocks and cunts. Since, however, this was the way the wealthy Beatons had their fun and game neither one of them was going to complain.
After Uta cleared away the dishes she sat next to Dirk on the pillows. There was no bed in the "tent" but there was no need for one. Pillows were everywhere, covering the floor. When William pressed his body against Lillian the young couple realized that the swap was going to be a group affair taking place in the same room. The older couple had no inhibitions about fornicating before one another.
"My desert rose," William whispered as he swept his hands over Lillian's body.
The blonde tried to keep from laughing. The older man sounded like some actor in a terrible melodrama. She knew she had to go along with him just as she had gone along with eating food she did not like. After all, in the end the meeting of penis to vagina was always the same.
William obviously didn't want to push the orgy. He was allowing passions to evolve slowly. Lillian found that she was beginning to like the man's slow advance. She was in the mood for a restive rutting. She let William massage her breasts with his groping hands. She felt her red nipples stiffen.
Dirk realized that his plump, middle-aged mate for the evening expected him to make all the erotic overtures. He decided to put on the Arab act as her husband was doing with his wife. "Spirit of the sands," he forced himself to say. "I desire your flesh greatly."
Uta turned her plain face to the young man and kissed him full on the lips. She let one of her hands drop to his crotch and was disappointed to find that his penis was still soft. Dirk knew that she was testing his virility but the whole costume business including the strange food had done nothing to arouse his desires. He decided to whip lust into his body by slipping a hand under Uta's robe and rubbing her cunt. Maybe this was pushing things too fast for her but he had to get the party rolling.
The plump woman let loose a squeal of pleasure when he fingered her gash. Dirk spread her robe apart and looked down at the roll of fat that hid her pubic bush. Obese women old enough to be his mother didn't exactly turn Dirk on, but the thought of Uta's cash supply aroused him. He pressed her against the soft pillow and pressed his lips against hers.
The woman opened her mouth to invite a French kiss. Dirk pushed his tongue against hers as he slid a finger over her clit. His prick started to enlarge slowly. The party was getting down to basics.
Lillian resisted the urge to grope for the man's penis.
She realized that he wanted to make all the sexy moves...for now. "Let me see thy roses, my sweet," he said.
She didn't know what he was talking about until he opened the top part of her robe and bared her breasts. William sucked in his breath excitedly when he looked at her scarlet, sex-stiffened nipples. He ran the tip of his tongue over one of them. As he pressed his body in closer to her the blonde could feel his erecting prick. It gave her a sense of power to know that she was able to arouse a man.
Uta shivered as Dirk groped harder at her flesh. His rumored sadism was beginning to make itself know. She then remembered the role she had planned to play that evening "Don't rape me, sir," she said affecting girlish innocence. "I'm only sixteen."
Dirk's hand jumped on her well-sued vagina. Kee-rist! She wanted to pretend that she was a young virgin! If that's the game she wanted to play he was going to act out his role of "rapist" to the hilt
"Take off that robe!" he ordered briskly.
"Please...don't!. . . " the heavy-set woman responded still using that child's voice.
"On your feet! Let me see your body!"
Uta got to her feet and Dirk could see by the light in her eyes that she was having a ball. "If you must take me...be gentle," she said.
"Disrobe, slave!" he snapped.
Dirk could see by the way Uta responded to the word "slave" that she had a very wide streak of masochism. She wouldn't have wanted to play the game of rapist-and-victim if this were not so. She hungered for humiliation.
The older woman dropped her robe and stood naked before him. Lillian and William sat against the pillows watching the scene. They were now more interested in watching a sexual performance than in performing themselves.
Dirk looked up at Uta's body. While her face was plain there was something very sensual about her body despite the extra weight she carried. Her round, large breasts hung heavy with dark nipples that protruded upward. Her hips were wide and her butt halves were like tan pillows. Dirk found that he now had a raging hard-on.
He grabbed the woman's foot and pulled. Uta fell next to him. He placed both hands on her ass and squeezed hard. "Thou hast the rump of a wild mare!" he exclaimed laying on the "Arab" routine more heavily.
Dirk yanked off his robe and Uta gasped when she saw his long, thick, engorged rod. Without another moment's pause he threw himself upon her and thrust his penis all the way into her vagina with one, savage stroke. He lashed at the woman's body with his rod doing his best to pretend that he was a rapist and that she was a young girl. He soon found himself being caught up with his role. He enjoyed "raping" the naked female squirming under his body.
Although Uta was suppose to be a "victim" she acted more like a very cooperative whore. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and dug her rocklike nipples into his chest. Dirk pumped as hard and as fast as he could in an effort to cause the woman pain, but her cunt was just too loose for that. She had known too many dicks before and was hardly the young virgin with a taut pussy.
The young man thrust on, however, and felt Lillian and William watching his actions with interest. Since he liked to have an audience when he screwed this only spurred his movements. The pillows at Uta's back became rumpled as he fucked her passionately. He tried to think of her as some young kid who was being laid for the first time. His balls tightened and he felt his come rising and boiling and demanding freedom.
"Go, Arab, go," Lillian urged.
William gazed at the younger man's long tube of flesh pumping in and out of his wife's cunt. He couldn't help but envy the handsome, well-built swapper. But at least he had Lillian's young and shapely body to screw. His penis poked stiff and naked through the folds of his robe. It was only a nominal six-inch phallus and not like Dirk's gigantic rod, but he took pride in knowing how to use it
Lillian caught a glimpse of the man's exposed penis. By this time she was too thrilled by the swapping orgy to play it cool, so she grabbed the organ and stroked as she watched her husband ram into Uta's hairy opening.
When Dirk reached the point of his climax, he placed his mouth against the woman's ear and announced, "Now you are my slave and I am your master!"
He came. His load was full, thick, hot and thrusting. Uta moaned aloud and wrapped him fast in a vise of her arms and legs. They rocked together in total abandon as their rape game was forgotten for the time being. Dirk, wanting to cause her some pain, clamped his teeth down on her neck hard and sucked.
"Yow!" Uta cried.
"My slave! My slave!" Dirk exclaimed in a tone that indicated he meant it
Lillian hoped that her husband wasn't getting too carried away with himself. After all, there was a limit to everything, including a woman's ability to accept pain and humiliation. A masochist drew the line somewhere.
The blonde wondered if William wanted to "rape" her now. His dick felt as hard as an iron rod and he certainly was capable of taking her by force. But thankfully, the older man seemed content to remain in his role of the poetic Arab.
"Allow me to see that sweet garden between thy legs," he begged softly.
Lillian took off her robe completely and showed William her blonde sexual bush. He shucked his robe quickly and now all four swappers were naked. He knelt before the girl and pressed his lips against her cunt. As he slipped his wet tongue into the cleft he massaged her firm, rounded ass.
Uta and Dirk, still locked in their intimate embrace, rolled against his legs. The blonde gazed down at her husband's rump rising and falling as he got in some more strokes. The older man urged her down to the pillows so that all four would meet in a multiple sex scene.
The girl slipped in between the screwing couple and
William. The older man took one of her nipples in his mouth and began sucking. Dirk reached over and dug four fingers into his wife's slit. Usually husbands and wives avoided having sex relations with one another at swap parties, but Dirk could sense that this couple wanted to work out all sorts of erotic combinations.
William was pleased when he saw the younger man's fingers dig into Lillian's moist pussy. There were some couples in the club who didn't like mass screwing even though they would fuck and suck before the others. He and his wife were total sensualists. To them homosexuality was part of the natural pattern of life. However, he did feel that Dirk would resent his advances so he decided not to make a play for him so soon. Instead, he concentrated on the man's lovely wife. He lapped at the valley formed by the girl's large breasts and kept sliding downward. He sucked hickey marks on her flesh until he reached her cunt Dirk moved his fingers away so he could work his tongue into Lillian's cleft once more.
The blonde girl saw William's stiff prick only inches from her face and understood that the man wanted a 69 job. She rolled over on her side and sucked the velvety pink glans. Just as her mouth touched his rod his whole body stiffened with excitement. William pulled the girl's body hard against his face as he buried his profile in her warm pussy.
"Ummmm, a double blow," Uta muttered lazily, when she saw the pair in action.
She slipped one of her hands over Lillian's bare rump. Dirk quickly discovered the AC/DC nature of this new pair. Homosexuality was about the only erotic sensation he had not tried and he wasn't inclined to start with William. Yet he enjoyed watching the older woman make advances to his beautiful wife. He slipped off her chubby body.
"I didn't know you dug girls," he said. "There is a bit of the dyke in all us women," she told him.
Uta slipped her hands lovingly over the girl's shapely body and then started to rata kisses over her fanny. The older woman spread the butts apart and lapped between them with her tongue.
At first Lillian thought that Dirk was in another of his anal moods but the lapping tongue against her anus was too soft. Uta! She was actually being Frenched by a man and his wife at the same time she was blowing him!
Dirk pressed his body tight against the older woman's body and watched the way her pink tongue darted so artfully in and around Lillian's can. He saw William chew at his wife's vagina and the massed sexuality stirred his body again. His penis began to erect slowly against Uta's buttocks.
The older woman trembled as she felt Dirk's mighty tool engorge. She had heard about his special need to sodomize women. She was only too willing to lend him her rear.
William reached over and placed his palm against his wife's head as she performed analingus upon the lovely girl. He could sense that Lillian didn't mind Lesbian attentions. Homosexuality seemed to come easier for women. Too many men had been taught throughout their lives that there was something very wrong in a pair of males showing affection to one another. As Uta sucked on the young girl's anus he felt Lillian picking up tempo with her mouth as she fellated him. He held back his come until the last minute and then shot his wad.
"Ummmmmmm!" the blonde sighed as sperm filled her mouth.
Lillian swallowed the thick fluid and felt her vagina burn with desire. When Uta dug the tip of her tongue into her hole, it triggered her own flow of come. The older man sucked harder and faster when she had an orgasm. Lillian kept drinking his sperm while Uta lapped her anus.
Dirk's penis had erected again. He pushed the knobby end of his phallus into the plump woman's anal opening. Although the fit was tight he shoved the widest end of his penis into her anal passage without much trouble. The woman had had sodomy before, he observed. After an anus gets used to intercourse it becomes as loose as a vagina.
Uta grunted as the young man's tool slipped up inside her rear passage. Because he was built bigger than most men she felt pain. This was just what she wanted. As Dirk inched into her she clasped his wife's body and chewed on her lush butts. Now Lillian moaned in pain.
William trembled when the last drop of his come fled his body. He kept sucking on the blonde's young pussy, spreading the opening wide so he could get at the shiny, red bulb of the clitoris. He heard his wife grunt and gasp and, for the first time, realized that Dirk was sodomizing her.
The four nude bodies entwined amongst the soft pillows as they moved in a variety of erotic ways. Dirk shoved the last inch of his long rod into Uta's rear and spewed without ramming in another stroke. The plump woman threw one of her legs over the blonde's body as she ran her lips, teeth and tongue over the girl's beautiful butt. She felt wonderfully humiliated. There was something delightfully degrading about anal sex. Her vagina grew moist with lust when she felt Dirk's sperm fill her body. William, knowing that she needed release, turned his mouth from the blonde's gash to hers. As the young man was still buried deep in her anal passage, he sucked his wife's steaming cunt.
Dirk was the first to break the four-way contact. As soon as his penis grew soft he flopped over on his back.
"Jee-zus!" he exclaimed. "We all sure as hell got to know one another fast enough."
Uta, William and Lillian didn't break contact as abruptly as Dirk had but, eventually, all four lay on the pillows breathing hard. The blonde's cunt lips were slack showing the pinkish interior. The older woman lay with her legs stretched wide apart displaying her well-chewed bush. Dirk fondled his long, limp prick as if soothing the member after its erotic journeys and sensual adventures. William let his eyes drink in the other three nude bodies with pleasure as he gripped his prick and slowly manipulated it in an attempt to get the flesh hard for the next sexual bout.
"I never had a gang-fuck quite like this one," Lillian told the older couple.
Uta stroked her lush thigh. "You didn't mind me sucking your body then?" she asked.
Dirk grinned meanly. "My wife's a closet king," he answered. "This is the first time she ever came out."
"Oh, I've made it with girls before," the blonde told him. "One summer at camp a fourteen-year-old girl sucked my pussy and had me do the same to her."
This confession made the older woman edge closer towards Lillian. She slipped her hands over her nipples, which were still marked with William's sucking mouth. "One of these days I'll have a Lesbian orgy," she said. "We'll have a wife-swapping party with nothing but wives!"
"I'd like to watch that mass cunt-suck," Dirk told her. "I'd even come with a camera and take pictures."
"Speaking of pictures...." William said, and reached under a pile of pillows to pick up a leather-bound book. When he opened the cover he revealed a pornographic still of a young woman sandwiched between two men. All three were masked. The girl was taking a cock in her vagina and another in her anus. The swappers gathered about the book as William turned the pages.
In the next picture there was a close-up of a huge, erected penis being shoved into a widespread vagina. In the next a woman was shown using a dildo on a teenaged girl. "The following picture showed two boys performing mutual fellatio in the famous 69 position. Still another picture showed a girl kneeling on the floor with her rump raised high and a Great Dane dog thrusting his prick into her slit.
"I'm getting hot just looking at these pictures," Lillian said. "I guess I always did have a low boiling point."
"Sex pictures arouse me, too," William informed her. "There is a theory that people who have all the actual sex they want are not interested in looking at pictures of sex, but that isn't so. When I'm not fucking and sucking I'm looking at my porn collection."
The blonde girl placed her hand against the man's penis. It was engorging again. "I can tell that the pictures turn you on," she smiled.
William turned a page as the girl played with his dick. A pretty woman was shown being screwed by three men at once. Her mouth, pussy and asshole were being ravished by a prick apiece.
"Some girls have all the luck," Lillian sighed.
She felt the man's penis swell, swiftly. William suddenly put the book aside and climbed on top of the blonde's soft body. Lillian was positioned on the pillows so that her head was lower than her hips. This made sexual entry that much easier with her gash so obviously exposed. William ran his rod all the way into the girl's waiting pussy and started to screw. Uta and Dirk sat next to them, watching every move. Voyeurism was one of the milder sensual joys that swappers could indulge in.
"You're fucking better, Billy," Uta told her husband as he thrust his swollen phallic stick into the girl's moist cleft.
Lillian brought her knees up and curled her legs over the man's body. Her flushed face began to grow damp with sweat "Ummmm!" she sighed in ecstasy, as William rammed her with his prick.
"This is better than looking at fuck-pictures," Dirk said. "You can't beat a live sex show."
Uta and Dirk watched their respective mates locked in passionate lovemaking. The man pumped with surprising vigor for someone who had just shot his load only moment before. His male member, wet with the girl's vaginal juices, thrust like a piston of flesh between her legs.
The older woman pushed her head downward and took her husband's testicles in her mouth. Her head moved up and down with his fornicating actions. When William lay still upon the blonde girl, Uta ran her mouth over the sexual connection, sucking her husband's flesh along with Lillian's. As she made loud, lapping sounds, Dirk knelt behind her. Uta's rump was sticking up as she knelt before the screwing couple as if in an invitation for a dog-fuck. Dirk placed his hands on her plump hips and stabbed his prick upward into Uta's sheath. Once again all four met in a single lump of sex.
The older man was shooting his load as Dirk plowed into Uta. Lillian leered upwards from the soft, plush pillows as she watched her husband bang his mighty rod into Uta's cunt. She curled her arms around the neck of the older man and clamped her legs tight against his back as Uta kept running her tongue over her pussy and her husband's balls.
Dirk rammed his fleshly spear upwards in the older woman's gash with increasing speed. He thrust so hard that he lifted Uta's rump each time he plowed into her.
"Here it comes!" Dirk called out as he let loose his sperm.
All movements ceased, even Uta's sucking, as the younger man shot his load. Even when he had spewed his final drop, all four still remained linked in their positions as if wanting to enjoy some final bit of warmth.
After a moment they all parted and remained silent. William and Uta had had other sex parties but none had been as erotic as this one. They had had other orgies with larger groups but the young couple made them all look pale in comparison. Both Uta and William knew that this simple Arab affair had to be rated as their best swap thus far.
William couldn't understand why Dirk would want to swap his very attractive wife for his plain and stocky woman. While Uta was very sexy, she still had her looks against her. He could see that his wife was completely enthralled by the young pair. All the rumors about the young couple's erotic skills had proven to be true. In Indian Lake, Dirk and Lillian were the very best fuckers around. At first, when he saw Lillian's black eye, he assumed that she had been beaten to attend the party. But, from the way the blonde went at his cock, it was clear that she didn't mind swapping. He just couldn't understand why a man would hurt a girl like Lillian. If he had a wife like the blonde he would keep her in the Arab tent all the time and pay homage to her beauty.
Every sex part had its own natural ending and the costume affair finally ground slowly to a halt. The four nude people lay upon the pillows exhausted and happy. They rested for a few minutes and then William offered to make drinks in the next room. This was a signal for them to leave the Arab world and the phony tent.
Dirk and Lillian dressed and joined the older couple for drinks. Since Uta and William didn't have to leave, they remained naked as they drank the nightcap. Dirk used the opportunity to question the couple about their business. In their relaxed mood the couple revealed more about their finances than they usually did. Dirk was a careful investigator and knew how to probe without sounding too personal. When it came to sex he lost all control now and then, but when it came to money he was always cool and adept.
"Let's do this again sometimes," William said looking more at Lillian than at her husband.
"Fine, what will the costumes be like?" the blonde wanted to know.
"A secret," he replied. "That always makes the parties more interesting."
Dirk and Lillian walked into the night as the older couple watched them for a darkened window. When they were far enough away from the house, Dirk burst out laughing.
"The nuts!" he cried. "An Arab tent, of all things! Those two must be out of their skulls."
Lillian hated this two-faced quality in her husband. She was no moral tower herself but she never laughed at anyone behind his back. "They can't be so crazy," she reminded him. "Both of them made a nice pile of money. You should know after that cross-examination you gave them."
"Yeah," Dirk said, with greed shining in his eyes. "They have even more money than they've admitted. I can get Uta to leave her husband in a minute. She's putty in my hands. Once I get hold of her I'll be richer by at least sixty grand."
"You have an adding machine for a heart," she told him coldly.
"Look at who's talking! Don't tell me that you'd turn down William Beaton? He is just as loaded and maybe even more so."
Lillian sighed in disgust. "Must you always talk about money?"
Dirk gave her a small punch on the shoulder. "What else is there to talk about?" he said.
NINE
Dirk and Lillian had just two more couples to see to complete their rounds of the adultery club. These couples got together and decided to have the popular pair at the same party.
Vernon and Mary Tolliver were just under thirty, but like so many other couples in the area, they were hard put to make payments on their house and meet other bills. Henry and Ruth Lunt were slightly older but their finances were in good order Henry was a top-flight salesman who owned a large number of shares in his firm. Yet, compared to men like Hal Woods and William Beaton, he was just struggling along.
The orgy was a success even if Dirk was disappointed by the fact that the two women he had just screwed would never be able to give him the life of ease and comfort he wanted. But, with sexual rounds completed, Dirk and Lillian could now look over the field of husbands and wives objectively.
Dirk decided that Uta Beaton was his best bet. The woman was forty and plain, but she was willing to be his slave and, most important of all she was independently wealthy. Her interest in the real estate business alone was worth close to fifty thousand dollars. If she got the house with all the furniture in the divorce settlement that almost doubled the loot A hundred thousand, Dirk mused. And that was the low figure. He was sure that the woman had hidden bank accounts.
Since Dirk had made up his mind and had picked Uta Beaton, Lillian crossed the woman's husband off her list for the simple reason that she did not want to fight with Dirk for their money. William Beaton was a pleasant enough man but she did not have any strong feelings for him. Unlike Dirk, she could not coldly select a new mate just on financial security alone. She knew that Dirk not only disliked Uta but he had a deep contempt for her, too. But, then, her handsome husband didn't like anyone and had a contempt for most people.
Lillian realized that the only man she really cared for of the eleven she had had sex relations with was Hal Woods. Two other men in the swap club were richer but he was wealthy enough for her tastes.
Now that the young couple had made up their minds they started to press their attentions on Hal and Uta. Since they had gone through the entire membership of the sex group it was now their turn to give a party. Everyone in the club knew that the first ones the beautiful couple selected Were the people they had enjoyed the most
Hal and Rena were flattered when they received an invitation from the young couple and so were William and Uta. Neither couple realized just what Dirk and Lillian had planned for them. Both men were sure that the lovely blonde girl had selected them for their erotic skills. The wives felt the same way about Dirk, and Uta was especially flattered. Of all the young and beautiful women to choose from, the handsome stud had selected her.
Dirk and Lillian, of course, wanted to get their selected ones away from the swap scene and into a more personal area. But, in the adultery club, couples were always invited as sets and private meetings between a man and a woman were frowned upon. If Dirk and Lillian could have had their way they would not have invited Rena and William to their party. Yet this was a beginning. It was an opportunity to really turn on the charm.
Hal Woods actually blushed when Lillian sat next to I'll r him on the sofa. When she cupped a hand over his crotch, he swallowed hard. The girl seemed to like him as a person and not just a sex object. Hal knew that many couples went through the fucking and sucking motions when their hearts weren't in it just to stay with the club, but Lillian actually enjoyed being with him. He could tell by the pressure of her hand as she played with his cock that was outlined against his pants.
"You seem to be nice and healthy tonight, Hal," she teased.
"With you I am always healthy...if not nice," he answered.
Lillian grinned and zipped his fly open. She ignored the looks the others gave her. The first sexual overture at a swap party always drew attention. Once the rest got to swinging Lillian knew, everyone will have their own interests to absorb their time.
The blonde slipped her hand under Hal's shorts and grabbed his stiff, throbbing rod. "Want to use my bedroom?" she asked. She wanted to get the man alone in order to make her pitch. She didn't want Rena to see she was after her husband in more ways than the usual one.
Hal pulled up his pants and he quickly followed the blonde into her bedroom.
Dirk could see how his wife was leading Hal into a trap. It was obvious the man was crazy about her but he still didn't know if he would be willing to go all the way and drop Rena for her. There was always the chance that Hal and Uta might want to stay with their own mates. He slipped his hand over Uta's large ass and looked deeply into her love-sick eyes. Well, now that Lillian was stalking a new husband it was time for him to stalk a new wife. "I can't get you out of my mind, darling," he told the woman thickly. "Come with me to the guest room."
Rena and William, the remaining couple, watched the others drift off into separate rooms. "I never knew Dirk and Lillian were so shy," she said.
"Yes," William agreed. "I was hoping we would all go naked as a group first. I never did like to have couples pair off into separate bedrooms. Hell, what's the use of going to an orgy if everyone wants privacy?"
Rena started to undo her dress. "I guess this room is for us," she smiled. "Maybe the six of us will make it together afterwards."
William wasn't her favorite man in the club and Rena had been hoping that Dirk would have screwed her first Yet because Lillian had selected Hal first, Dirk had no other choice but to make it with Uta. He couldn't after all, leave Uta and William alone together. She was sure that the handsome stud was after her body and not the older woman's. What did Uta have to offer, anyhow?
Lillian pulled down her panties and stood naked in front of Hal, who stared at her silently. His engorged prick trembled visibly.
"Dirk must be nuts to want to swap you," he said.
This was just what the blonde wanted to hear. It proved that the man was possessive. It also proved that he couldn't be all that attached to his wife. Just how strong were the marriage ties of swappers in the first place? A couple, deeply in love, were not inclined to root in other pastures. Lillian cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them. She ran her palms over her rigid nipples. Soon Hal was pressing against her body. She felt his hard cock probe her flesh.
"Thank's for inviting me, Lillian," he told her. "And that's for picking me out for your first fuck."
She reached down and grabbed his warm staff. "I should thank you for coming," she whispered. "You know that I have a special affection for you, Hal."
The man inhaled sharply. Lillian realized that she was getting to him. The foundation was being laid. But she didn't want to make her pitch too soon. Men were always more vulnerable after they shot their loads.
Lillian slipped into bed and Hal followed her like a shadow. As soon as they were prone, he pressed his open mouth against one of her nipples. The blonde placed her hands at the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. Her heartbeat picked up. She was glad to find that she hadn't become jaded as far as sex was concerned. Too much fucking sometimes turned people off to sex. Too much heat sometimes caused coldness. But Hal turned her on. She was glad to discover that her marriage to Dirk hadn't caused her to dislike men.
"Lillian, I'm crazy for your body," Hal gasped when he lifted his head.
"I bet you say that to all the broads in the club."
"No, Lillian," he confessed. "I can fuck and forget the others, but I must have you!"
When the man mounted her body, the blonde smiled to herself. This was going to be easier than she thought. Hal was like putty in her hands.
The man ran his cockhead along her slitted opening and Lillian felt her clitoris swell to the bursting point. She looked down and started at Hal's erected penis hovering over her pubic bush. The small hole in the center of the pinkish glans seemed to wink at her. How many vaginas had this shaft of flesh penetrated? Men were supposed to slow down when they reached a certain age but Hal's dick looked boyish, anxious and Ever Ready. Men seemed to hold on to their youth longer than women. In their middle age, men still wanted young girls. Perhaps young cunts kept their cocks young. Yes, that was why Hal hungered for her so. As the youngest female in the club, he had this special need for her body. This was the bond between them that would, she hoped, prove stronger than the bonds of his marriage.
Once again Hal slipped the tip of his penis along the grove of her vagina. Lillian spread her legs wide to receive that eventual thrust Her body was ready for a deep penetration of his rod but Hal still continued with his foreplay. How considerate he was, Lillian mused. Dirk never tried to warm her up to sex. He was only interested in his pleasure. The middle-aged man wasn't as virile or as handsome as her husband but he was by far the better lover.
"Oh, Hal!" the blonde sighed as she massaged his back with her fingers. "Fuck me! Don't tease me any longer!"
The man lay flat on her body and Lillian felt his rigid prick push between the walls of her pussy. He slid all the way into her and paused. They were now locked in the most intimate of all embraces. Lillian's large, round nipples were now hard points of lust and they dug up against Hal's chest. She ran her hands down to his hairy rump. Once again Hal lifted his torso, then rammed down swiftly.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" the blonde sighed. "That feels so goooood! Do it again, baby!"
The man began to breath loudly and Lillian felt his heart beat fast against her breast. He thrust his prick deep into her moist gash again and again. The bed started to squeak with their movements. Lillian hoped that Dirk was hearing it She wanted to let him know that she found greater satisfaction with other men.
"Lillian! . . . " Hal gasped body, as his screwing motions increased and she knew that he was close to shooting his load.
The blonde threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. Hal pushed his engorged tube of meat into her and moaned. She felt his male liquid spurt into her body and Lillian added her moan to his.
A shiver of passion shook the man's body and Lillian held him even closer. They both lay still while he spewed his thick come into her throbbing pussy. Lillian was astounded at the volume of his sperm. For a man who had every possible outlet to sexual activity he seemed more like one who had just been released from a long term in prison. Lillian took pride in the realization that it was she who was turning on the floodgates. There was no aphrodisiac in the world like the right partner.
"Damn, I feel like a schoolboy," Hal whispered excitedly.
Lillian kissed him lightly on the neck. "Your whole body feels so very young," she told him.
"Honey, I'm old enough to be your father," he said with a tremble in his voice, as the last drop of juice left the meaty shaft of his cock.
"How wonderfully sinful that sounds! Go down on me, daddy! Give your baby girl a Frenching!"
Hal Woods didn't need much urging. He slid all the way along her body until his mouth was above her vagina. The blonde looked down at him through the valley formed by her large breasts. She watched him thrust two fingers into her gash and search for her clit. When he found that sweaty bud of passion he licked it with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, Hal!" Lillian sighed loudly. "You're making me come!"
The man started sucking the maw of her vagina, running his tongue deep inside her slit time and time again. The blonde felt a warm wave of ecstasy sweep over her flesh. She pushed her body up against Hal's sucking face and let out a cry of joy. "Eeeeeeeyow!"
Hal rubbed his nose over the girl's dry pubic bush. Since she had taken a shower before the orgy, Lillian still smelled sweetly of feminine hygiene spray she had used. Some men like the smell and taste of a pussy in its natural state but Hal had gotten to like the new vagina sprays being marketed. It made cunnilingus all that more exciting.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" Lillian gasped suddenly.
Hal worked his mouth more passionately as the young blonde trembled in the midst of an orgasm. He pushed his face hard against her hairy cleft as if trying to enter her body head first. Return to the womb, Hal thought, must have another hang-up.
William pumped easily with his rigid dong and Rena closed her eyes. He really wasn't a bad lay. Maybe he wasn't the handsome, big-pricked, brute of a man Dirk was, but he certainly gave enough satisfaction to make a swap worthwhile. From the way Lillian let out orgiastic cries in the next room, her husband was giving a bit more than mere satisfaction Swapping wives weren't supposed to be jealous but that shapely, young blonde made her anxious. Lillian seemed too good to be true; the embodiment of every man's sexual daydream. All the husbands in the club were wild about her and Hal was no exception. But, then, all the wives were after Dirk's big, beautiful prick so that seemed to even things out. Dirk and Lillian. Somehow they seemed out of place in a suburban swap club.
Rena stopped mussing about the beautiful young couple when William increased the tempo of his strokes. His dick became just a bit harder as he rammed his tube of flesh into her pussy. Then William let out a grunt and shot his wad.
"Nice, sweetheart, nice . . . , " Rena told him as his juice squirted into her body. Complimenting men in the midst of a sexual exchange came naturally to her. The male organ was really such a temperamental thing that it needed constant praise to make it perform. The cock was the prima donna of all the organs in the human body.
"Suck me off," Dirk demanded calmly, as he stood before Uta, kneeling in front of him. He knew that the chubby woman loved to hear such orders. A master knew a slave when he saw one.
Uta ran her fingers along the massive prod. She couldn't get over the size of the young man's penis. From her position on the floor she could also see his large, hairy testicles that seemed so full of boiling juice. Although she wanted to blow Dirk, she wanted him to "force" the action.
Dirk grabbed the woman by her ears and pulled her forward. "Come on, you pig." he told her in a low, mean voice. "Open your mouth."
Uta, staring at the male meat in front of her, opened her mouth slowly. Dirk quickly rammed the knobby tip of his penis into her oral cavity. He felt the woman's tongue slide over his erect staff with keen pleasure. He then rammed his large prick forward. Uta gagged when the cockhead reached the back of her throat but she couldn't bring herself to break contact. She wanted this prick. She needed it.
Instead of letting Uta fellate him, Dirk decided to fuck her in the mouth. Still holding onto her ears, the young man pumped back and forth in a fornicating manner. He saw the woman's cheeks flush hotly. She was now beside herself with excitement, Dirk realized. She was his. He could do anything he wanted with her, including getting her to divorce William and marry him.
"Suck, you pig, suck," he whispered as he thrust into her mouth.
Uta thrilled to Dirk's demands. She grabbed his firm rump and impaled her mouth on his gigantic rod. Dirk twisted her ears now and then giving her more pleasure than pain. He knew all her right buttons and didn't hesitate to push them.
Dirk gazed down with contempt at the plump, naked woman in front of him. Her fatty breasts bobbed each time she ran her mouth along his prod. Imagine spending the rest of his life with her! He didn't expect to sell himself to her body and soul, of course. Once he got near her cash he was going to take off like a big bird. Until then she could suck him all she wanted, but she was going to pay. A slave was meant to serve the master. A master could do anything he wanted with a slave.
A need to come tugged at Dirk's vitals. He held back wanting to build up a big load that would all but drown the woman. He waited until she was on the down stroke with the back of her throat against the end of his penis. Then he let loose.
"Ummmmml UMMMMMM!" Uta mumbled as Dirk spewed sperm. She dug her fingers into his ass as a flood of hot, thick fluid soaked her mouth. She swallowed fast, trying to take all Dirk had to offer. She wanted to prove equal to his lusts.
The woman kept fellating the young man even when his penis began to soften. She couldn't get enough of him and hoped to mouth his rod into hardness once more. Dirk, to show that it was he who commanded the sexual situation, pulled his prick roughly out of her mouth. Plop. His penis made a wet sound when he broke away.
"You must be some damned French whore, Uta," he smiled. "You go after cock like it was going out of style."
"When you look at some of the men these days that just may be so."
"William? Can't he get it up enough for you?"
Uta was silent for a moment. It was obvious to Dirk that she didn't like to run down her husband in front of others. Well, loyalty was a good virtue. When he became her husband he could expect the same loyalty. Her husband. Dirk shivered when he ran his eyes over the chunky, plain-faced female. Here he was already thinking of her as his next wife when he still hadn't made any overtures in that direction. It was now time to spread on a little honey.
Dirk helped the woman to her feet and embraced her. Uta's pillowy breasts squashed against his body. He bent low and licked each one of the huge, dark nipples.
"Oh, Dirk," Uta moaned softly. "You treat me so well!"
He chewed on the nipples giving her just the right amount of pain. "I wish I had your body for always," he said.
"But you have Lillian! She has the kind of body men are wild about With those tits, that fanny, that pussy, those great legs she's the most popular girl around."
"Yes, but she's just a girl. I need a woman."
Dirk grabbed her vagina and fingered the warm, aroused slit Even without looking into her face he knew that Uta was swallowing this line just as she had swallowed his come.
"I love you so!" Uta sighed. "I'll be all the woman you want, Dirk, darling."
"And I love you, too, Uta," he responded, sounding very sincere. "I wish we could swap mates...for keeps."
She looked at him with a shocked expression on her face. "Dirk, are you actually proposing?"
Well, the cat was out of the bag now, Dirk thought. He hadn't planned to make the pitch so soon but she seemed so damned in the mood for it. "If we love one another why can't we marry?" he asked.
Tears welled in the woman's eyes. "Oh, Dirk! Just when things turned dark you bring light back to my life!"
Dirk was confused. "What do you mean?"
"You have every right to know about my personal affairs now, Dirk. A man from the Internal Revenue Service was around today. The government's found out about all the money I have stashed away in safe deposit boxes. If I want to avoid prison I'll have to pay back a fortune in back taxes, fines and all sorts of costs! By the time the government is through me and William we'll be lucky to keep the house!"
A sudden feeling of weakness swept over Dirk. Blood left his head and he was close to fainting. He had ridden the wrong mare in the marriage sweepstakes. The winner he had bet on was winding up dead last.
"Just how much does the government say you owe?" he asked.
"Eighty-five thousand dollars! Dirk, I hate to say this at such a moment but...would you make me a loan? All I need is twenty grand to see me through. It will be a down payment to stall off prison. I don't like to use our love like this but you can see what kind of jam I'm in."
Dirk couldn't believe his ears. She was asking him for money! Was it possible that she was just handing him a line about tax problems to milk some money out of him? Had she been stringing him all along? Con men always lived in fear of being conned. Maybe he was losing his touch with women and now they looked at him as a patsy.
Dirk was too stunned by what Uta had told him to speak. He simply walked out of the room in a daze and muttered something to Rena and William who were now busy sucking one another's sex organ. As far as he was concerned the orgy was now a bust
TEN
Lillian was secretly pleased that her wicked husband had been put down by the very woman he had been trying to put down. Chalk one up for Women's Lib. It was true that both William and Uta were in trouble with the IRS but this still meant that Dirk, for the first time in his rotten life, had been screwed in the ass. He had reached out for a branch only to have it break off in his hand. Lillian smiled with delight Maybe a failure would give the bastard some character.
The blonde couldn't feel sorry for the Beatons. After all, they had tried to screw the government. If she ignored taxes her money problems would be solved, too. Well, it was a good thing she hadn't tried for William instead of Hal or she would be in Dirk's fix now. Her husband still had to line up another wife.
Dirk didn't waste much time brooding. The next day he announced his next choice. "Marion Blackwel!" he said briskly.
"And how much is she worth?" Lillian wanted to know. "Sixty grand."
"Tax free?"
"Don't bug me about Uta. I hope the government tosses that bitch in the slam along with her husband."
"And people say we women are fickle. I suppose now you want me to invite the Blackwells over for a fuck fest?"
"Just because you got Hal Woods lined up you can't forget about me. That is...if you'll have Hal lined up."
"Oh, don't worry about me. I know "how to reel in my fish slowly. If we're going to invite the Blackwells I want to invite the Woods, too."
"Don't you see enough of that guy on the side, Lillian? People will start to talk."
"Let them. They'll have to know someday. I have the feeling that Rena knows already. She's been cool to me lately."
"Shit, you're not going to marry her! Now, be a good girl and invite the people for our next sex orgy."
Marion Blackwell couldn't believe it when she got the call from Lillian inviting her to a party. This meant that either she had a special interest in her husband, Lome, or Dirk had a special interest in her. She wanted to accept the latter as fact. Just the mention of his name made her vagina warm with wanting. All of the women at Indian Lake had tasted his big prick and wanted more; and now she was going to have him again. Only Rena Woods had reservations about the daring young man on the sexual trapeze. Once Rena told her that she felt that Dirk was "up to something." She also didn't trust Lillian. But Marion didn't let this annoy her. After all, not everyone in the club loved everyone else even though they engaged in the most intimate sexual relations. Personality clashes were bound to occur in every group...including wife-swappers.
When Marion told her husband about the invitation he was pleasantly surprised. "And I always thought Lillian was hung up on Hal Woods," he said.
She was angered by the fact that her husband didn't even conceive that perhaps Dirk was after her body. Why not? She wasn't bad-looking and she knew how to use her pussy, mouth and even her can along with the best of them. Still Dirk seemed to show great interest in certain women every now and then. Once he had been hot for Uta Beaton and now he all but cut her dead when they met. But maybe that was simply the young man's way. After all, since he and Lillian had been to see every couple in the swap club it was now their turn to make the sex calls. And now it was her turn to get at the golden boy of Indian Lake. She closed her eyes and thought of Dirk's nude body. She could all but see that gigantic penis of his erect--erect...erect....
Rena Woods put the phone down and stared into space. Just what were those two up to now? She knew that Hal and Lillian were meeting in town on the sly no matter how much he tried to lie about it. In all the years she had known her husband, he had never been dishonest with her...until now.
A change had taken place in Hal. He acted younger than his years. The stolid businessman now talked about taking up sky diving and travel to Europe. Lillian was putting those imagine ideas into his head. The blonde was a jet-setter who had been everyplace in her twenty-two years. Lillian. The more she thought of her the angrier she got. Lillian impressed her as the grasping type out for her own gain. But what was there for a jet-setter to grasp for in a middle-class suburb filled with middle-aged people?
"Who was on the phone?" Hal asked, coming out of the shower with a towel draped around his waist.
"Your girl friend," she answered flatly.
"Lil.. . " Hal suddenly responded and then cut himself off in the middle of the word.
"Yes, Lillian. So she is your girl friend, after all."
Hal smiled weakly and shifted his eyes. He took the towel off and stood naked in front of his wife. Rena took casual note of the fact that his penis was limp. No matter how many times she saw her husband in the nude she always made a point of looking at his prick. Was this true love? Suddenly she felt very possessive of Hal. She didn't want to share him with another woman...least of all Lillian.
"We've been invited to another party," Rena informed him without emotion.
Her husband's cock seemed to swell at this information. It was as if male organs had a personality of their own when Lillian's name was mentioned.
"Well, you'll get to see your boyfriend, Dirk," Hal told his wife as he dried his armpits with the towel.
Rena knew that this was a dig. "He's not my boyfriend. I don't like him. I don't like that blonde pig, either."
The nude man turned and faced her angrily. "Just what have you got against her? And what have you got against Dirk? Everyone in the club likes those two but not you. What's wrong? Speak up!"
"If you must know I think Dirk and Lillian are operators!" Rena screamed.
"Operators? What are you talking about?"
Tm talking about Uta for one example. Remember that last party? At first Dirk came on strong for her and then, suddenly, it was as if she didn't exist. Something happened when they were alone and my guess is that Uta told him about how much money she owes the government."
"So you think Dirk is after money?"
"Dirk and Lillian. Hal, you are one of the most solvent men in Indian Lake. Why else would a girl of twenty-two chase a man of your years?"
"My years! I'm not over the hill, Rena. You might think so but not all women. Some women find me young and attractive."
"Yeah, like that blonde with the cold heart and hot cunt!"
For a moment Hal looked like he was about to strike his wife. He had never struck her before and Rena couldn't believe that he would start now. She stood frozen to the spot in awe of her husband's anger. Then Hal stomped out of the room with his towel bunched in one hand. Rena looked at his naked form and tears welled in her eyes.
"I cant lose you, Hal," she said aloud, but to herself.
Dirk and Lillian forgot their budget when they bought food and drink for the party. The last thing they wanted to do was give their guests the impression mat they were broke. A good front went a long way in personal relations as well as business. And this party was going to be a combination of both.
"Have you ever stopped to think, Dirk," Lillian said, "that you're making yourself very obvious by dropping Uta for Marion? The people around here aren't all that dumb, you know. They'll connect Uta's tax problems with your sudden lack of interest in her,"
"Let them add two and two and come up with any number they want," he told her. "We just don't have time to be subtle. We've got money problems of our own."
There was a rapping at the front door. "The fun and games are about to commence," Lillian sighed.
The Blackwells came in and Dirk fixed drinks. Usually everyone waited until the last guests arrived before the sexual overtures began but Dirk immediately started to paw Marion's body, indicating that he wanted to have sex with her first. The plump woman was flattered by his attentions and melted into his arms.
Lome Blackwell knew, then, that he would not be the first to screw the shapely blonde if his wife was paired off with Dirk, because that would leave Hal and Rena Woods with one another. As usual the first erotic overture was the one that set the stage and Dirk had already made it Well, Rena was an attractive woman, he felt. There would be time enough to get into the blonde's beautiful body as the evening wore on.
Rena and Hal Woods arrived fifteen minutes later and Lillian could sense that the two had been fighting. Hal's wife gazed past her and she had the idea that the woman had finally begun to suspect her real plans for her husband. Well, it had to come to a head sooner or later. And, the sooner the affair was out in the open the sooner the divorces and remarriages could begin.
Dirk felt Marion's ass and led her over to a sofa. Rena exchanged a knowing glance with Hal. Dirk was completely Ignoring her as she had expected. Since Dirk had started the swap by picking Marion this automatically meant that Lorne was to have Rena and Hal was to be paired off with Lillian.
"In the words of Henny Youngman," Hal said pleasantly to Lorne Blackwell, "take my wife...please."
The lawyer smiled at Hal's favorite line. He said it at least once in every swap party. Lorne took Rena by the hand and led her over to a big, plush chair. When he sat in it he placed the slim woman in his lap. Rena forced herself to look away from Dirk and Lillian. Since she had agreed to the swap party she had to make the best of it. At least the lawyer was an engaging sort. He was also a good lover. She needed a half a foot of cock to make her forget her fears.
It was obvious that Lorne wanted to make a public exhibition out of his advances. He zipped his fly open and Rena felt the partially stiff tube under her dress. His hands then went from his fly to the crotch of her panties, pushing her dress up all the way. "Let's have a chair-fuck," he said with a smile.
In the swap club everyone was free to indulge in all sorts of sexual positions. Variety was the spice of love. Rena suddenly remembered that she hadn't gotten into any unusual sex positions lately and the lawyer's offer interested her. She pulled her panties down while Lorne pushed the hem of her dress all the way to her waist The others watched and Rena could feel their eyes boring into her. This aroused her still further. She was in the mood to flaunt her body. Maybe she even wanted to show her husband that she had as much life in her as Lillian.
"Strip time!" Rena announced as she got off Lome's lap. She kicked off her shoes and quickly got out of her dress. The only thing she wore now was her bra.
Dirk whistled but Rena ignored him. When she peeled off her bra she tossed it blindly over her shoulder. Lome was down to his undershorts by now. When he took them off he stood proudly erect showing off his blood-engorged cock.
"What a beautiful pair you make," Lillian said and Rena could detect a certain coldness in her voice.
Rena stood with her legs far apart and rubbed her hairy crotch. Even her husband was looking at her with interest now. She cupped her hands over her breasts and played with them. "Still firm and sexy," she said to no one in particular. "The big tits are the ones that sag with age."
She heard Lillian suck in her breath because she knew that the line had been directed at her. Blondes also fade with age, Rena wanted to say aloud. It was the women with the trim figures who managed to remain sexy and fuckable well into their middle years. In another decade or so, Lillian, the busty, shapely sexpot of the swap club would become dowdy and fat Grab her while you can, Hal, she doesn't have all that much life in her.
"Come to my lap, baby," Lome said as he sat in the plush chair. He spread his knees and leaned back so that his big prick was fully exposed and waiting.
Rena knew that there were two ways to chair-fuck. One of them was face-forward and the other was looking away from her partner. She decided on the latter position because it more fully exposed her body. She wanted to show Dirk, Lillian, her husband, everyone, that she could still swing with the best of them.
"Pardon my rump," Rena said to Lome as she backed into him.
The lawyer kissed both butt halves just before Rena sat on his chest She felt his hairy mat against her creamy rear as she slid down his body until she reached the upright staff of his prick. She then pressed her back against Lome who immediately started to grope her breasts.
Lome's cock curled between her legs and Rena pressed it against her vagina. She felt like a performer in a stag show as the others stared at her in silence. Rena lifted her body slightly and guided the man's dick into her gash. Her vagina swallowed the shiny cockhead and Lome moaned.
"Go, baby, go," Dirk said thickly.
Rena then lowered her body and let everyone see how her cleft was taking Lome's good-sized prod. When she had the entire length of his cock inside her body, Rena leaned back against the man's body again. She curled her arms behind her and circled them around Lome's neck. She could feel his excitement mount as he tried to pump upwards.
In the chair position the man on the bottom was really the passive member. Only the woman on top was fully able to get the action going. It was easier from the face-front attitude but Rena found a special delight in having everyone gaze at her spread cunt
Rena lifted her ass off the man's lap and felt his rod slip out of her body. Just when the knobby end of his penis was about to separate from her flesh she pushed down again, filling herself with the entire length of his prick.
Lome grabbed her breasts hungrily as Rena raised and lowered herself again and again in a fornicating manner. To brace herself more securely Rena put her hands on the man's knees as she pumped. She heard someone swallow hard with excited interest and this small sound built her ego up a bit. It was nice to be considered a sex object
"Rena...Rena...." the lawyer said softly.
She knew that he was about to come. For a second she felt like pulling her cunt away completely and then let his gism fly in the air for all to see. But by now she was so completely enthralled with the chair-fuck that she couldn't do that She wanted to have Lome all to herself.
"Ummmm!" the lawyer sighed arching his body upwards.
Rena felt his sperm shoot into her body. His juice seemed to reach the inner recesses of her secret being. She pressed her butts hard against the man's hairy legs and pubic patch and stayed there. It was clear to everyone that an orgasm was taking place. The room was filled with the sound of labored breathing
A long moment went by then, like a damp, pink snake, Lome's limp cock fell out of Rena's vagina The lawyer moaned with complete pleasure and rubbed his hands all over her naked body. "Damn, that was one hell of a good fuck!" he exclaimed.
Rena stood up and walked towards the bar. "That calls for a drink," she said.
"Oh, Dirk, let's do it that way!" Marion cried.
"Naw, I feel like doing it in the shower."
Marion got off the sofa. "Any way you like, honey! I'm hot to go!"
Lillian grabbed Hal's hand. "Let's go into the bedroom," she whispered.
Rena sipped her drink as she watched the couples leave the room. She then looked back at Lorne. "Seems like the show is over," she told him.
"Doesn't seem quite fair, does it? They saw us fuck so why can't we watch them?"
Lorne made a move to go into the bathroom where Dirk and his wife had gone.
"Like Garbo, they want to be alone," Rena told him. "Come over here and have a drink with me, lover."
The lawyer pressed his lean, naked body against Rena's when he walked over to the bar and picked up a drink. "I could just eat you alive," he told her, and took a small bite of her shoulder.
"Dirk seems to favor your wife," Rena said ignoring his sexual overture. It was now time to let the man know about the beautiful couple.
"I guess he just digs older women with well-padded figures. For awhile he had the hots for Uta."
Rena wondered if the man suspected anything. As a lawyer he had to have a questioning mind. "Lorne, does your wife have a lot of money of her own?" she asked with sudden directness.
The lawyer was stunned by the abrupt comment and put down his drink. "What was that?"
"Fm just saying that, if Marion has money, she would be a tempting target for any young stud who has no scruples and a big prick."
"You think that's why he seems so interested in my wife?"
Rena told him about her suspicions and told how the golden boy had dropped Uta once he found out she was r almost broke. She also told him about how Hal was acting lately and about his meeting in town with Lillian. "Since those two kids are after my husband and your wife I just thought you'd like to know," she concluded.
Lorne simply gaped at her. By his expression Rena could see that he hadn't had any suspicions about the beautiful people after all. Was she really the only one who saw Dirk and Lillian for what they are? Or, could it be that she was getting paranoid?
"Rena," the lawyer said soothingly. "You're wrong. Those two are just after fun and games like the rest of us. They don't need any money. Look at this house. Look at this furniture."
"For a lawyer you are surprisingly naive, Lome. Don't you know a front when you see one? Neither one of those dear lambs works so where is all the money coming from?"
He didn't answer for a moment, as if lost deep in thought. Then he grabbed both of her breasts with his hands and pressed against her naked body. "Oh, let's not talk about the evil that men do and blow one another. I get enough of the sad part of life in court."
Rena felt that die man was trying to pretend that everything was all right But she knew she had planted a seed of suspicion in his mind. It would grow as the days passed. Since she had done her duty, Rena allowed herself to lean back against Lome's muscular body and decided to enjoy the sex party while she could.
"Rena knows," Hal told Lillian as soon as they were alone.
"Well, it had to happen," she replied. "In this community we all live in fishbowls."
"She also feels that Dirk is after women for their money," he added quickly, wanting to get it out before he hesitated and lost the courage to speak.
This was something she hadn't expected him to say. If anyone would suspect them it would be Rena. "And...is that what you believe?" she asked.
He pulled her against his body. "I believe that we've done enough talking already. Let's get down to the meat of things."
Lillian's mind wasn't on sex now even as she took off her clothes. Her plan to find a new life with a new man could still go bust. Aside from a few dollars in the bank all she owned of any value was half interest in the house. Fifteen grand. And, once that money was gone she would have nothing. There was still her body, of course, but whoring wasn't in her future plans. She was a one-man woman still looking for that one man.
Hal was on her before she knew it He took one of her nipples in his mouth and started to suck. Hal. He was her salvation. It was too late in the game to start looking for a new man. She wasn't like Dirk who switched from woman to woman with no more feeling than a train switching tracks.
"Dearest" the blonde whispered as they fell into bed.
Hal inched his stiff rod into her pussy. He was completely in control and very much interested in her feelings as well as his own. As a lover, Hal had it all over Dirk. How wonderful it would be to have such a man for the rest of her life. Hungrily, she grasped his bare back. She pressed her mouth against one of his ears and probed inside with the tip of her tongue.
The man pushed his throbbing staff all the way into her cleft and a spasm of lust shook the blonde's flesh. She embraced him tightly and curled her legs around his. Hal Woods increased the tempo of his sexual movements. The blonde could feel his swollen staff plow into her moist gash like a piston. Sex was like a drug. It had the capacity to make one forget pain. She forgot about Rena and Dirk and the problems that were boiling to a head. All she wanted now was Hal's firm rod of flesh...the rod and the staff that comforted her.
Her nipples were like rock-hard circles of meat as Hal rammed his prick deep into her body. Lust took the place of her fears. Lust was life while fear was death. And she wanted very much to live.
"Give me more, Hal!" Lillian cried. "Make me feel it!"
The man pumped his rigid organ rapidly. A film of sweat began to cover their sensual bodies. As Hal rammed against her, the blonde slowly lifted her legs until the soles of her feet were pointed at the ceiling.
"Now, Lillian, now!" Hal exclaimed as he climaxed.
Both of them trembled in a mutual embrace as they experienced, once again, that most intimate of all joys.
Dirk washed Marion's back and spread suds all over her pillowy ass. He slipped his hand between her butt halves and fingered her anus. "You're a fine figure of a woman, Marion," he told her.
She giggled like a schoolgirl. No other man in the club made her feel so young. It was as if his youth was contagious and it infected her whole being. Dirk swept his hands around to her breasts and weighed them. He rubbed her nipples and awakened them to stiffness. "No Italian movie star has a thing on you," he said. "You've got the big tits and big ass real men go for."
"Oh, Dirk!" Marion screamed when he pushed his erect cock between the melons of her rear end. "Be careful...please be careful...."
As the warm water ran down their shiny bodies in the shower stall, Dirk soaped his massive prick and then lubricated the woman's anal opening with suds. He could feel her tingle with anticipation. Women weren't supposed to like Greek fucks but there were those who preferred it to the regular way.
Marion gasped when the young man pressed the knob of his penis against her asshole. She spread her legs far apart and placed die palms of her hands against the warm, wet wall of the tiled shower. "Go easy, darling," she implored.
Dirk placed his hands on her hips for support once he guided the first inch of his penis into her anal passage. The first was always the hardest. Once her muscles loosened up there would be less pain. He pushed in his second inch. Marion's fingers curled on the wall and she inhaled sharply. "Dirk...it hurts . . . " she said.
"It hurts," he mimicked. "Come on and be a woman! A real woman can take any sized cock anywhere in her body."
The third inch. The fourth. Marion cried out and started to wiggle away but Dirk curled his arms around her fatty waist and held her fast. In a sudden, savage movement he rammed the entire length of his brutal penis up her anal passageway.
"Dirk! God! Dirk!" Marion cried in that mixture of pain and pleasure so favored by masochists.
The young man felt the hot tightness of the woman's body crush his prick. He pulled back three inches and then rammed into her again.
"OVVTVWWWWW!" Marion's cry echoed in the tiled shower stall. Dirk was sure that everyone in the house heard it. This pleased him. He liked to show that he enjoyed a woman's pain as well as her flesh.
Dirk kept ramming his cock into Marion's ass until he felt his balls demand the release of its burden. He pushed his savage tube of flesh all the way into the woman once more...let loose.
"Like it? Like it?" he demanded as he held her hard about the waist
"Yes! Oh, god, yes!" the plump matron cried; and she started to bang against the shower stall with her fists.
The hot water still soaked their bodies as they stood locked in the anal embrace. Dirk's penis took a long time to soften but Marion didn't seem anxious to break contact In fact she pushed her rash rear against his body as if wanting him to sodomize her again. Then Dirk pulled his partially limp prick out of her anal passage and started to clean it
"Let me do that darling" Marion sighed and got to her knees.
Dirk watched her with his usual contempt How many pigs he had seen in this position? How many tops of women's head had he looked down on as they knelt before his naked body? Christ, women were made to be used. Their only function in life was to serve men. "Clean it with your mouth," he ordered.
Marion hesitated only for a second before she took the long, wet member orally. Dirk turned off the water and looked down at the chubby woman so humbled before him. Why couldn't Lillian be as meek and as masochistic?
As Marion fellated him, Dirk could feel his penis swell once more. Damn, he was really virile tonight! It worked out for the best. He wanted to impress Marion. He wanted to show her that he was a prize super stud who should be supported by a kindly lady.
Marion clutched at his thighs as she felt his rod grow larger with every bobbing motion of her mouth. Because he had just had a climax, it took some time before juice welled up in his tube of flesh again. But Marion was patient and she kept moving her face back and forth along his rigid staff. Soon she was only able to take half his penis orally. When he shot his load, the woman paused for a moment, sighed with delight, and then continued her bobbing movements even as his come filled her mouth.
"You can dry me off now," Dirk told her as the last drop of sperm was sucked away.
Marion didn't react at once but, instead, kissed his balls tenderly. "You're a god, Dirk," she whispered. "A god--"
Dirk smiled wickedly. "Then dry your god off."
Both of them stepped outside the shower stall. Marion picked up a towel and carefully patted his wet, nude body with it. She was a worshiper before her idol. Dirk stood there allowing her to adore him. He didn't think it was possible but Marion was going to be and even easier mark than Uta had been. She was his completely.
Rena sipped the drink that Lorne had given her after they had finished making love. After a satisfactory sexual bout there was always that beautiful, quiet moment and this was what the pair were enjoying now. Then Hal and Lillian walked into the room and the moment was gone. Reality was here.
"Break time," Hal said, trying to appear casual. He filled a couple of glasses and handed one to Lillian.
Rena caught a glance they exchanged. This was not one caused by the excitements of a roll in the hay but genuine affection. In the adultery club, men and women did fall in love with other wives and husbands now and then, but everyone knew enough not to leave their own mates to marry the objects of their affections. But what would happen if a couple set out to deliberately seduce a man from his wife and a wife from her husband? Under that condition the unwritten law of the swap club would not apply. It was war.
Marion and Dirk came into the room. The woman's large breasts rolled back and forth as she walked. She held the young man's hand timidly and appeared, despite her age, like a small child being led by her father. Dirk's mastery over the woman was obvious.
"All you lushes get here before us?" he announced. "Well, save some booze for the host and his lady friend."
Rena shifted her glance quickly to Lorne. She wanted to see if that seed she had planted before was growing. To her delight he did look at his wife and Dirk sharply. He was trying to detect any special relationship between them outside of the usual fun and games.
The six naked adults drank for awhile and no one seemed anxious, except Lorne, to start the next sexual bout In this round he would have the shapely blonde. He walked over to Lillian who was seated in a chair and all but shoved his limp prick into her beautiful face. The blonde reached up and grabbed his meaty tube in a rather distracted way. "It'll be more comfortable in bed. I don't want to do it here," she said blandly, as if offering him a cup of tea instead of her body.
The lawyer's face twitched. He was well aware, of the blonde's disinterest in him. Now it had to become clear to Lorne, Rena mused, that Lillian had not wanted him but, rather, Dirk had wanted his wife. Rena could see the lawyer's face cloud with suspicion now. She hoped that he would clue Marion in on the ambitions of the personable frauds when they got home.
Lillian took Lome's hand without much feeling and led him off to the bedroom. Rena looked at Dirk without expression. They were supposed to be paired off next. The young man could sense the tension between them. He realized that he now stood bared to her in more ways than one. She knew.
"Are you in the mood?" Dirk wanted to know.
Rena raised an eyebrow. "Not in the least," she answered coldly.
Marion looked at her strangely. She was astounded to find a woman who was not interested in having sex relations with the prize stud of the adultery club. Rena turned her back on the people in the room and poured herself another drink.
ELEVEN
The fun and games at Indian Lake now seemed to be a waste of time to Dirk and Lillian since they had already picked the ones they were looking for. They stopped inviting couples and concentrated on Marion and Hal. When other couples invited them to their homes for swaps they made up excuses not to go. Time was getting shorter and their funds were all but exhausted, so they started to pressure their choices.
Dirk invited Marion into his house when Lillian wasn't there and took her into the bedroom. Once he had the woman in the right mood he brought up the delicate subject of divorce and remarriage to him.
The older woman looked at him aghast "Dirk, you want me to leave Lome for you? But you already have Lillian! Why would you want to give her up for me?"
He went into his routine like an actor reading the lines of a play he had been in for too long. "Young women are shallow," he told her. T need an older woman who has been aged like fine wine."
The matron blushed. "Why, darling! I never knew you felt that way about me!"
Dirk bit her breasts and stomach several times as he presented his suit giving her the secret thrills she hungered for. "Only fools stay with people out of force of habit" he told Her. "That's why so many unhappy couples stay together. Inertia. Are you a fool, my love?"
But, Dirk, I've know Lorne for so many years. I just can't leave him!"
He chewed her pussy this time. "You can," he said with his face pressed against her pubic forest.
Marion slowly began to react to this mixture of tenderness and strictness. Dirk knew she would. She was very much like a child. She reacted to firm pressure. Marion was the kind of woman who needed to take orders. "Once you get rid of your old husband you'll get rid of your old life," he said kissing her pussy between phrases. "You'll be a girl again. If you stay here you'll become an old woman before your time. Now you are to tell Lome you want to divorce him...understand?"
The plump woman trembled. Her emotions were wildly stirred. Never had a man been so forceful with her. Lome had always provided her with everything but this masterful hand. Dirk was right...only fools stayed together out of habit. Interia. A body at rest tends to stay at rest. And, a body in motion tends to stay in motion. Oh, to be in motion with a hunk of man like Dirk! Why shouldn't she have a new man while she was still young enough to enjoy life?
Dirk rolled her over on her stomach. He slapped on open palm against her buttocks. "I asked you if you understood me, slave!" he snapped. "Do you want to get me mad? Do you want me to punish you?"
He spanked her hard watching the way her smooth ass turned red under his hand. Although Marion squirmed on his lap, she made no effort to get away. She was, of course, thoroughly enjoying the spanking.
Dirk lay his open palm time and time again hard against her rump. He didn't spank her easily. He really opened up on the woman. With so much lard on that ass she couldn't possibly suffer, he thought. She got just the right amount of pain.
As Dirk spanked the middle-aged matron his penis began to erect. He felt it swell and slide across Marion's pubic hair. She wasn't the only one to get excited over a spanking. The pain locked both sadist and masochist together.
"Say you understand, you cocksucking bitch!" Dirk said bitterly. This was another way to offer pain. Women like Marion wallowed in humiliation.
"I understand, Dirk!" she cried. "Oh, T understand!"
Dirk grabbed one of her butt halves and dug his fingers into the soft meat. Marion let out a scream. "No more, Dirk!" she implored.
"I'll stop when I feel like stopping." he told her and started spanking as hard as he could again. By this time his engorged prod was fully erected and he felt the need for sexual contact.
He dumped the chubby woman on the floor and spread her legs roughly. He gazed hard at her moist and hairy slit. She looked as if she had been coming all the time. Well, he was close to the bursting point himself. They had something in common.
Dirk climbed on top of Marion's soft, rounded body and rammed the entire length of his staff into her waiting cleft. She threw her head back and screamed out of sheer lust. The spanking had been foreplay and now she was getting the real thing.
"Bitch!" Dirk gasped when he thrust into her fat body again.
His prick now became a spear, a knife, a weapon of hate rather than of love. It was as if he were killing the woman with his stabbing penis.
"Pig! Slut! Cunt!" he snapped using an insult for each stroke.
"God! Master! Giant!" Marion responded at the same time.
Dirk felt control leave him. So far he had given Marion the right dose of sadism but he knew, from experience, that a bit too much more would turn the woman against him. After all, there were limits to everything including masochism.
The young man fought for control as he stabbed his knife-cock into the plump woman's gash. He knew that he had her and he didn't want to lose a fresh bank account that was so close to his fingertips. The first spurt of come saved him. It released his tension along with the male fluid. Marion sighed with delight. He placed his mouth against her ear.
"See how it can be?" he told her. "See?"
"God...master...giant," she replied as if in a daze.
Hal drove Lillian out into the country where they could really be alone. It was a very hot day and they had all the car windows open. The blonde had made up her mind to mention divorce and remarriage. She was certain that Dirk, fast worker that he was, had already proposed to Marion. And she, stupid masochist that she was, had already accepted. The sickies deserved one another, she thought as she watched the countryside "slip by.
Hal was silent as he drove and Lillian looked at the lush, green trees. Life can be beautiful. It was a relief to be away from Indian Lake with its houses, streets and people. She tried to think of what to say to Hal later on but the words would not come. After all, she had to propose to the man.
"I know a nice spot up the next road," Hal said, breaking his silence.
Lillian smiled and watched him make the turn. The dirt road was bumpy and Hal had to slow the car down to twenty miles an hour. The blonde shaded her eyes and saw a bunch of large shade trees ahead. Hal slowed down a bit more and finally stopped the car in the midst of the trees. Suddenly it became twenty degrees cooler. The leaves of the trees were so thick that not even a ray of sunlight came through to the ground.
"My favorite spot," Hal smiled. "I used to come here a lot when I first moved into Indian Lake. But business kept me away from the simple pleasures."
Lillian looked about her. Everything seemed very still. "Are there any people around here?" she wanted to know.
He shook his head. "We have the world to ourselves, pet."
Lillian stepped out of the car and stretched her arms. "Hal, let's take off all our clothes," she said quietly. "Out in the open?"
"You told me that the place was deserted. Don't be chicken. It's a kick to run around naked in the sun."
Hal carefully looked about him. "I'll compromise and run around nude in the shade."
Lillian laughed and kicked off her shoes. Suddenly both of them felt like a pair of kids and hurried out of their clothes. The warm, still air caressed their naked bodies.
"Just like Adam and Eve," she said. "I feel so innocent."
"I don't," Hal grinned, and stood next to her. He fondled her breasts lovingly. For some reason he enjoyed her body more in private meetings like this. During a swap orgy he always thought about the next man who was waiting his turn to plow into that sweet, blonde pubic bush of hers. In a swap party he was always possessive. But, alone like this, there was no such tension. There was, : in fact, a certain innocence just as Lillian said.
Hal kissed each of the big, red nipples tenderly. No matter how many times he saw her naked she still thrilled him. If anything his passion for her increased with each meeting. His penis began to erect. When he pressed against Lillian she giggled and darted away. He ran after her for awhile but stopped abruptly when ; the naked blonde rushed out into the sunlight. He watched i those lovely buttocks of hers rise and fall with her running motions. How he wanted her. How very much alive and young she was. What the hell did she find attractive about a middle-aged character like him, anyhow? "Chicken! Chicken!" the blonde called. Hal knew that she was daring him to run after her. Hell, why not? He was young himself despite what it said on his birth certificate. Rena would never run naked outdoors like that. Rena didn't want to move away from the tight, little suburban world.
When he rushed out into the sunlight Hal felt wonderfully free. There was always a chance that car would drive up that old dirt road but he didn't care. He spent too much of his time caring about things that never happened.
He ran after the beautiful blonde quickly. He was surprised to find himself so agile. The grass under his feet was soft and the sun warmed his bare flesh. In front of him he could see the way Lillian's conical breasts jiggled as she ran. This made his penis erect all the way. Running with a hard-on. My god, his employees should see him now!
As soon as he was close enough, Hal tackled the girl and brought her down to the ground. The soft grass whispered in their ears. Lillian laughed as he pressed her back against the ground and started to mount her. "Hal, not here!" she cried.
"Are you chicken?" he asked.
"Some kids might walk by and . . . "
"So well give them a lesson in biology. Hell, they have to learn about sex sometime."
Hal held her arms in a spread-eagle fashion as he urged his stiff rod into her blonde gash. "If you keep fighting me we'll be here all day," he said. "So you might just as well lay back and enjoy it."
"You got me!" Lillian laughed.
Once she was still, Hal inched his penis into her cleft. Lillian closed her eyes against the burning sun as Hal pumped her with abandon. Screwing in broad daylight wasn't inhibiting him at all. Maybe, at heart, he was a nudist.
The girl's moist, warm cave engulfed his thrusting member. Her scarlet nipples, like red fingertips, pointed at his chest. Hal felt the sun burn hot into his back and buttocks. He heard a bird flutter by. Oh, it was so good to be with Lillian! It was so wonderful to ram his prick deep into her young, juicy box!
Lillian slipped her hands out of Hal's grasp and slid them over his back. He, in turn, embraced her around the shoulders. He held her as if someone might take her up in a flying saucer any minute. Spacemen must get awfully lonely up there jerking off in their rocket ships....
"So good, Hal," the blonde whispered as he plowed with casual strength into her young flesh. "So good...so good."
Hal sawed up and down in the familiar fucking gestures with increased speed. He never felt so young and alive and virile. The girl was making a boy out of him. He felt her stiff nipples under his chest and pictured their scarlet beauty in his mind. There was so much about the blonde to love.
Lillian brought her knees up, catching his thrusting hips between her soft, inner thighs. Hal knew that she was now aroused to her peak. By this time they knew one another's sexual signals.
The girl pushed her body up against his and they moved as one. She was no longer a separate entity, rather, she was a part of him. They were one lump of lusting, loving, fucking flesh out there on the sunlit grass. With the lovely blonde, Hal knew that he would never feel alone. Many couples meld their pricks and cunts together yet always remain aloof from one another. Their intimacy simply rises another wall between them. But this wasn't so with Lillian. As he thrust his throbbing shaft deep into her panting gash, he became a part of her body. He wasn't on the outside screwing in. The fornication was a ritual that knitted them together.
Lillian suddenly brought her knees down and placed her legs flat on the ground. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" she gasped in the midst of her orgasm.
Hal held back his climax for a few more seconds and then spewed. They opened their mouths and French kissed as their bodies were rocked with a mutual orgasm.
Lillian knew that this was the time. She had to bring the subject up now. No, not quite now. Let their come mingle and their spit be interchanged first She curled her arms over his neck and forced his face against hers. The spurting sperm flooded her hot womb and every opening in her body screamed silently with ecstasy.
Hal lifted his head up and looked down at the blonde after the peak of their passion had passed. She dared to open her eyes against the sun for the first time.
"It should always be like this, darling," she told him. "We belong together...not with others."
"I know," he agreed. "But you have Dirk and I have Rena."
"Dirk is going to leave me."
"He must be mad."
"His is in love with Marion Blackwell and he wants to marry her."
Hal lifted his body off the naked girl. He stared off into space. "Let's get back under those trees," he said tonelessly.
When Lillian ran with him she didn't know how he had taken the information about Dirk and Marion. She was aware that Rena had been downgrading her husband and, no doubt, her statement made all the bad rumors about Dirk sound true. Once inside the cool shade, Hal turned to her.
"Lillian, tell me the truth, is your husband a fortune-hunter?" he asked in a tense way.
She saw no reason to defend the man who had spent all her money and who now hated her because she had no more left to give. Besides, it would cast suspicions on her own fortune-hunting if she defended him. All was fair in love and war. 'Tm afraid Dirk is a gold-plated bastard," she told him. "He took me for all I had and now he is after fresh kills."
"I kind of thought so," he said.
"ril be glad to get rid of him. He's a sadist on top of everything else. I don't have to tell you how he beats me. My eye still hurts from the last time."
Hal took her in his arms and felt her now limp nipples brush against his chest lightly. "I want you to be mine...always," he told her.
Lillian didn't want to hedge any longer. Not after all the effort she had put in running like a bare-assed idiot in the field. She had paid her dues and now it was time to collect. She decided to say that word he had been avoiding so far. "You mean you want to marry me?"
He jumped slightly in her arms. The word was out and it hurt a little. "Yes, Lillian," he told her.
The blonde sighed with relief. She had actually been the one to propose marriage, but she had made it appear as if the idea had been his. There was no telling how many women got their husbands that way.
The house seemed empty when Lillian opened the door. "Dirk?" she called quietly, hoping that there would be no reply. When there was no answer she grunted with pleasure and closed the door. Outside she heard Hal drive away. She didn't envy him his mission. He was going to tell Rena that he wanted a divorce.
The blonde took off her shoes and smiled warmly when a few, small blades of grass dropped off the soles of her feet. It had been a lovely session in that field. Maybe, after they were married, they might do it again for old time's sake. Hal was a romantic and she knew that he would go for the idea.
Lillian walked into the bedroom and stripped off the rest of her clothes. She looked at her rear in the mirror. Bits of grass and smudges of dirt clung to her body. As she started to brush herself off, Dirk appeared in the room with a drink in his hand. "Where the fuck have you been?" he wanted to know. "You look like you been rolling around in a field somewhere."
"As a matter-of-fact I have," she told him. She then filled him in on the important data about Hal wanting to marry her. "He's going to tell Rena today," she added.
"Well, seems we both hit the jackpot at the same time."
"Marion?"
He nodded. "I got that pig eating out of my hand. She's talking divorce with Lorne right now."
"This is almost goodbye then."
"Not quite," Dirk said rubbing a hand over her breasts. "We're still married, remember?" Lillian moaned softly. She could tell that Dirk was in another of his sadistic moods. His success with Marion had aroused his brutal leanings to a keen degree. Dirk put his drink down and used his other hand to grope crudely at her vagina The blonde knew enough not to struggle. Her husband dearly loved to see a weaker person cringe before him.
"All right," she told him coldly. "One last time then."
Dirk seemed a bit put back by her statement but started to take off his clothes anyhow. Lillian braced herself and shivered in her nudity. She saw Dirk strip down to his shorts and observed the gigantic bulge at his crotch. A hard-on already. Why couldn't he slow down like normal men?
Once he pulled off his shorts, Dirk stood in front of the mirror and gloried in the sight of his own erected prick. He stroked it gentiy. He was always gende with himself, Lillian could see.
"To bed, sweetie," Dirk ordered.
The blonde stretched out on the bed face up so that her husband would have to turn her over if he wanted sodomy. To her delight, however, he went after her vagina instead of her anus this time. When he shoved his huge tool all the way inside her body he moved with brutal strokes.
Lillian clutched at the bed sheets as Dirk's oversized sex organ plowed into her. She couldn't see why so many men thought a large penis was some kind of asset. A regular six-inch erected rod was enough to satisfy any woman. Once dicks got into the giant and jumbo sizes they became hurting prods rather than loving staffs. She was sure that Marion, however, was the kind of woman who would just love Dirk's stallion-like prick.
"Come on, baby," Dirk gasped. "Show a little life."
The blonde did not respond but lay there like a corpse. What little love she ever had for Dirk was now gone. She could not bring herself to react to him sexually. Dirk no longer looked handsome to her. She knew of the monster that lay beneath his pretty wrappings. If, for some reason, their plans to attach themselves to new mates failed, she would still leave him. At one time Dirk could hold her to him with sex, but even this last line of communication was gone between them. All she could do now was to submit rather than to cooperate. For the first time in her sensuous life she understood why so many became sexually frigid.
Dirk rammed his fleshly rod into her with careless abandon. Unlike Hal, he didn't concern himself with her needs or feelings. Her only revenge was to lay as still as possible and to give nothing in return.
Her husband's mighty spear kept driving into her body. By now he was so intent on his own pleasure that he forgot about his wife's coldness. But, Lillian realized, once he shot his load and the madness was out of him he would pay attention to her.
"Jeee-zus!" Dirk cried out when his sperm released in a hot flood.
Lillian dug her fingers into the sheets more deeply and did not make a move or issue a moan of either joy or pain. Finally Dirk began to recognize the change in his once passionate wife. "Say something!" he demanded.
She was silent.
Dirk rammed his spewing prick one more time. "React, you bitch!"
Lillian knew that she was baiting her husband but she didn't care how angry he became. It was time to get in her innings now.
The young man peeled off her body suddenly with his penis still fully erected. Lillian saw the last drop of grayish come spurt out of the slit on the end of his cock and strike the floor. She never saw Dirk so angry before.
He went over to his trousers, pulled tile belt off and rushed back to Lillian. The blonde raised her arm to protect her face but the belt lashed against her thighs. She wanted to scream but she repressed this need. Her silence, she knew, would only bring on further beatings.
"Scream!" Dirk cried when he lashed her again.
Lillian managed to keep her jaws locked together as she darted out of the bed. Dirk was right behind her, lashing away at her back and buttocks. He was so enraptured by r his sadism that he didn't see his wife grab a bread knife from the kitchen table. She swung the long blade wildly and Dirk jumped back.
"You bastard!" Lillian yelled. "I'm going to cut your mother-fucking balls off!"
For the first time since they were married it was Dirk who showed fear of his wife. Lillian lashed out again with the knife. The slicing edge of the blade missed Dirk's sexual parts by an inch.
"Easy...easy!. . . " he implored, and backed away.
When Lillian tried to castrate him again he dropped the belt and ran into the bathroom. Lillian heard the lock click. In her frustration she stabbed the wooden panel of the door. The blade went clear through to the hilt. She then crumbled to the floor and laughed and cried at the same time.
TWELVE
Twice a year the adultery club of Indian Lake Acres met in a mass orgy of all the members. Most of the times couples swapped with one another independently, but every six months a general meeting was called in what was usually termed The Big Blow Out
Before their tax problems, William and Uta Beaton had been slated to play host to the mass party, but now, afraid that the Internal Revenue might be watching them, they decided to forget it "I don't think that the government would accept a wife-swapping orgy as a business expense," William told everyone snidely.
Rena suddenly decided to host The Big Blow Out, which came as a surprise to her husband who was sure that she had given up sex after telling her about his plans to divorce her and marry Lillian.
"I haven't given up on sex, Hal," she informed him. "I've just given up on you."
"I don't suppose you'll invite Dirk and Lillian, then?" he asked.
"I want them especially" she replied with a bitter smile. "I also want the Blackwells. This is supposed to be a biannual meeting of all the club members, isn't it?"
"After all that's happened I doubt if those two couples will show."
"Dirk and Lillian will. I know those two. They'll come just to flaunt themselves in front of everyone. They are like a pair of ham actors who can't resist an audience. Marion will show because Dirk is there and to spite her husband. Lorne may come along just to put a good face on things. If he stayed away it would give Dirk the idea that he was a coward."
"You've got it all figured out, Rena," Hal said. "What I can't understand is why you want the crowd here."
She pinched his cheek hard. "Since you've dropped out of my bed I've got to fill it with another prick. Who knows? I might make a play for Lorne now that he's available. Besides, I've invited a new couple. Ronald and Sherry Davenport. They're cute kids just out of college. They are even younger than Dirk and Lillian."
There was nothing unusual about inviting outside couples to swap parties and Hal didn't comment on his wife's guest list. He felt that she had invited another beautiful pair to spite Dirk and Lillian in some way. The center of attention would then be shifted from them to die newcomers.
Dirk and Lillian were surprised by Rena's invitation to The Big Blow Out
"I wonder what she has up her sleeve?" she wondered.
"Nothing but her scrawny arm, my pet," he told her. "Can't you see that Rena's trying to pretend she isn't being hurt by the coming divorce? She is putting up a front As an old con artist I know one when I see one."
Lillian wasn't convinced. "I don't know. Rena is not one to put up false fronts. There is something about this invitation I don't like. I don't want to go."
Dirk grabbed her by the hair. "Baby, you'll go if I have to drag you," he said meanly.
The blonde was weary of fighting him and surrendered immediately.
"All right" she pleaded. "Just don't get rough again."
Lorne Blackwell was sure that Rena was losing her mind. You simply did not invite the woman who was stealing your husband away to a sex party. He wasn't anxious to see Dirk. He felt that both of them would get into a fist fight before the evening got under way. Maybe Rena thought she could bring peace to the conflicting couples. If this was her plan it was doomed to failure.
"I'm not going," he told his wife.
"Then you don't mind if I go?" Marion asked.
"Since we're so close to a divorce what can I say to stop you?"
"If you don't go you'll be the only one in the club who will be missing. I know Dirk and Lillian are coming. And Rena also invited a new couple. I hear they are very young and good-looking. The girl might be someone you'll like."
"Since when have you become so concerned with my welfare?"
Marion put her hand on his knee, but he pulled away. She realized he had a right to his anger but she couldn't ignore him so abruptly. They had been married for too long. "Lome, if you don't come to the big party everyone will know that Dirk got the best of you. Why not come along just to show them that you can still hold your head up high?"
Lome knew that she was right. It would do him no good to stay home and brood like a pathetic wallflower. He couldn't let Dirk get away with the idea he was less of a man than he was.
"I'll be there, Marion," he said in a dull tone.
Jerry and Ann Webster were the first to arrive. Hal looked at them in dismay when they started drinking immediately. It was all right to mix booze with sex but too much of the former loused up the latter.
Vernon and Mary Tolliver showed up with Henry and Ruth Lunt. Hal suspected that the couples swapped a good deal between themselves. It was almost as if they had a four-person marriage. When he fixed drinks for them he couldn't get over the feeling that The Big Blow Out was going to be a Big Disaster, somehow. It wasn't like Rena to be so tolerant of husband and wife stealing.
John and Peggy Simmons came next. Since her fuck fest with Dirk, the woman had changed, Hal noticed. She was happier and more animated. At least the handsome stud had done something good for someone. Men like Dirk should be kept for stud service only and never allowed to socialize. Sex was their one talent
The couples started to arrive faster now. To Hal's surprise Lorne Blackwell came with his wife. William and Uta Beaton arrived shortly after and Hal assumed that this was going to be their last swap party. Rumors had it that they were being forced to sell their house to make up for back taxes and fines. He fondly recalled their many costume orgies. He was going to miss them.
Dirk and Lillian arrived. The conversational chatter of the party dimmed for a moment and then picked up. This was a clear indication to Hal that everyone knew about the drastic change in marriage partners that were going to take place shortly. His hand shook when he poured them drinks.
"Is everyone here?" Lillian asked. Hal glanced about him. "It seems to be a full house," he said.
At that moment another couple appeared at the door. They were very young and very attractive.
"Ronald and Sherry Davenport!" Rena cried loudly, as she rushed over to greet them.
"Hey, a cute little number that one," Dirk said leering at the girl's trim figure. "I think I'll go over and throw some cock into her."
"Don't be so greedy," Lillian warned. "Let Rena introduce the kids around first."
The nose of the party began to pick up rapidly after the new couple came in. The heavy drinkers of the group were already glowing with alcohol. Passes were being made. Groping hands were everywhere. Jerry Webster was the first to bare his penis. He manipulated the half-hard tube right in front of Peggy's face as she sat sipping a drink. The big woman laughed. "Hot and bothered, huh, Jerry?" she said.
Peggy took hold of his prick and ran the tip of her tongue over the smooth glans. The orgy had begun.
Clothes dropped from people's bodies like leaves from trees. Not everyone got naked right away. Some preferred to drink and look at the others first To them voyeurism was a sexual stimulant. To others exhibitionism turned them on. The Big Blow Out catered to all sorts of desires.
Lillian felt a hand slip over her breasts. When she turned she saw John Simmons. "Long time no see," he said. "I've missed this body of yours.
The blonde swallowed her drink quickly, trying to get into the swing of things. That nagging doubt about the reason for Rena's invitation still prayed on her mind. Because she didn't want to create any more tension than there was already, she decided to ignore Hal for the evening. Dirk was smart enough to do the same, she observed, when he made a play for Mary, one of the youngest wives in the swap club. Maybe with enough drink and enough sex all doubts and fears could be drowned and forgotten.
"I've missed this dick of yours, John," Lillian smiled as she opened the man's fly and pulled out his sex organ.
This was a signal for John to strip off his clothes. The blonde took off her own clothes along with him and soon they were both naked.
The only sofa in the living room was already occupied by a screwing couple so John decided to fuck the busty blonde in a standing position for all to see. He grabbed Lillian and rubbed his erecting penis against her pubic bush. The blonde felt his stem grow and grow until it was completely hard. John reached down and guided the shiny head of his cock into her gash.
Lillian impaled herself on the man's uplifted rod and clutched at his body. John Simmons was no Adonis but she did like him. She had had enough of handsome young stallions.
"God, how I love you!" John grasped as he ran his staff in and out of the blonde's cleft
Lillian smiled. Some men needed to tell everyone they screwed that they loved them. This made the sex act something more than fun and games for them. It takes all kinds.
"So big Dirk! So big!" Mary squealed with delight when she gazed at the young man's huge erection.
"You've seen it before, baby," he said. "Hell, you've even tasted it"
"I just can't get over the size of your dong, honey," the girl told him. "You're eating stuff!"
She slipped to her knees and opened her mouth wide. Once again Dirk looked down with contempt at the bobbing head of a female. He could feel eyes turning towards him and gloried in the attention. All a man needed in this world was a big cock, he thought
Ann Webster and Vernon Tolliver climbed into the sofa as soon as it was empty. Vernon slipped on top of the woman's naked body and urged his throbbing rod into her moist slit. She moaned as soon as the entire length of his prong was thrust into her body.
The man lifted and fell with quick, powerful strokes. All about them people were moving, talking, drinking, making love, but that didn't inhibit their screwing. Bit by bit minute by minute the crowded party was getting quieter and sexier. The Big Blow Out usually ended with all the naked, exhausted couples piled up in a heap in the middle of the room.
"Give! Give!" Ann urged as her partner's motions increased.
Across the room she heard some woman make the same plea to her man. Sex was rising in the room like a warm tide. It was covering everyone.
Jerry Webster stared at Lillian being fucked in a standing position by John. He itched to get at her body. Once the man shot his load, he would be next.
He noticed that a few people were still clothed. The new pair, Ronald and Sherry Davenport, seemed to be awfully shy. They just stood against the wall observing everyone. Well, it wasn't easy for a young couple to get used to a swap fest if they had never been to one before. He looked hungrily at the girl. She was almost as pretty as Lillian, although not as shapely. Maybe he should go over there and make a pass at her.
Suddenly John moaned and stopped pumping his meat into the blonde. He was coming. Jerry forgot about the new girl and stared at Lillian. Damn, he was getting a hard-on just looking at that wonderful body of hers.
Couples parted and paired off with others. Trios were formed. One woman fellated a man while she was being fornicated by another. Hands swept over naked bodies. Tongues lapped legs, arms, breasts, butts, cocks and cunts. A woman cried out when a man tried to thrust into her anus.
"Not there!" she begged.
The sound of sucking filled the room. The soft, velvety sound of skin sweeping over skin grew louder as more and more bodies came together.
Dirk leered at Sherry Davenport She and her husband still hadn't removed so much as a shoe. The kid needs a good dose of my prick, he thought
The young man walked over to her completely naked, feeling his long, limp penis swing sexually. A blush stole over the girl's pretty face when he stood next to her, but she seemed determined not to show any more emotion than that. Dirk was sure that all she needed was the right encouragement "Want me to help you out of your clothes?" he offered.
"No, thanks," the girl replied briskly. It annoyed Dirk when she didn't drop her blue eyes to his waiting prick.
"Come on," he urged placing his hand on her crotch. "Get with it."
The girl brushed his hand aside. "How long was swapping been going on at Indian Lake?" she wondered.
"Since the place was built, I guess." Dirk moved his naked body against the girl's clothed form. "Now don't be shy," he added thickly. "I know what you're here for."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Really? How did you find out I was a police officer?"
At first Dirk thought she was joking. Then he realized it was a raid just before her male partner blew a whistle. The door was thrown open and half the town's police force came tramping in. Flashbulbs exploded everywhere as the police cameramen hastened to collect evidence. For the first time in his life, Dirk covered his penis modestly with his hands.
Hal trembled when he looked at the front page of the local newspaper the following morning. Pictures of the swappers getting booked and putting up bail bonds were boldly displayed. One of the stories about the raid on the suburban swap club tagged him as the "head" of the sex group simply because the orgy had taken place in his home.
The case looked a lot worse than it was. Everyone was booked on misdemeanors since all parties involved were consenting adults. Lorne, the lawyer of the group, assured everyone that none of them would spend a day in jail and the most they would have to face were fines. And a lot of fucking publicity, Hal thought grimly.
Rena came into the house with a package of groceries in her arms. Strangely enough she seemed happy. "Some friends you got," he snapped. "Where did you find that new couple?"
"At the police station when I went there to tell them about the swap club at Indian Lake."
"Huh?"
Rena put the groceries down, and smiled. "Hal, you didn't think I was going to let that blonde bitch walk off with you, did you?"
Hal couldn't focus his thoughts. "I don't understand," he said.
Rena kissed him lightly, and explained, "Those two pretty con artists were working against the clock. I had to do something to mess up their timetable. By the time they're through with the courts over sex charges they'll be stone broke. I doubt if you and Marion would want to begin divorce proceedings right now, either."
He was numb. "You did all this to keep me?" he asked in amazement.
Rena kissed him again and sat in his lap. "Darling, you're mine and not some other woman's prize. And I always make it a point to protect what is mine."
Hal didn't know what to say now. Varied emotions stormed within him. He hated Rena for bringing on the raid and the scandal, but he had to love her because she had done it all for him. "Do you realize that you've destroyed the reputations of all the members in the club?" he finally managed to say.
"Don't be so dramatic. Other swappers have lived down raids before and we will, too. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole business gives other couples around here ideas. You can't keep people from screwing one another no matter who many police raids there are. Cops come and go but sex endures. Just wait and see how a bigger and better swap club is formed at Indian Lake Acres. We'll may even be the first ones to join."
"Fat chance," he told her. "I'm for moving out"
"Why, because of a little sex talk about us? Hal, you have a nice business of your own in town so no one is going to fire you for being a swapper. Stick it out People will always buy your liquor no matter how many wives you stick your prod into. Hell, it might even increase sales knowing women the way I do."
Hal closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa. The house was a mess after last night's orgy and raid and he had a roaring headache. "I'm too confused and tired to think," he told her. "Let me rest for awhile, then I'll figure out what we should do next."
When her husband said the word "we" she knew that he wasn't planning to divorce her. "We" was the term used for couples. All she needed now was time, time that Dirk and Lillian could no longer afford. She got off her husband's lap and placed a blanket on him tenderly and then started to clean up the mess.
The raid, the arrest and the scandal so disturbed Marion Blackwell that she refused to budge out of the house. She took the phone off the hook and didn't answer the door. How could she face people again? When Dirk came to see her she refused to let him in. She wanted to get away from the sex scandal as fast as possible and he wasn't helping any. How could she get involved in still another scandal by divorcing her husband and marrying one of the men in the swap club? The papers would really love that! Maybe if she became a hermit in her own home for awhile people might forget. Lorne, bless him, was understanding enough to allow her this flight from reality. Dirk, on the other hand, was trying to, drag her back into the mud. She was beginning to see the big-cocked stud for what he was...a bastard who used women. Only a man more interested in her money than in herself would press for a divorce and marriage at such a time. If the raid prevented her from marrying the wrong man than the scandal was worth it Better to suffer a little shame now than have a life of misery with Dirk.
Dirk and Lillian stood on the street and looked at the checks they received for selling their house. They had fifteen thousand dollars apiece. Separate checks for separate lives.
"By this time next year I'll be broke if I don't find a new mark first," Dirk told her.
"You could always find a job," she answered flatly.
Dirk cupped his hand over his crotch. "This is my profession," he snapped.
Lillian smiled weakly and stood in front of their car. "It just occurred to me that we both can't use the car now since I'm going one way and you another. Why don't we flip a coin for it?"
"You're on."
Lillian took a coin out of her purse. "Call."
"Tails."
The blonde flipped the coin and then caught it. Heads. "I always knew that your love for tails would get you into trouble, Dirk," she told him.
Dirk shrugged. "I can't win 'em all."
Lillian got into the car and drove away. She didn't even bother to glance back at Dirk when he gave her a final wave.
