Beverly Reynolds was a tall, beautiful, and curvaceous brunette, with lustrous flowing hair, full tits, a narrow waist, sensual hips, and long well-sculpted legs. She was sitting in her living room talking with her next door neighbor, Connie Davidson. Connie was a tall, beautiful, and curvaceous blonde who had equally lustrous flowing hair, equally full tits, an equally narrow waist, equally sensual hips, and equally long well-sculpted legs.
In other words, both women could have given a hard-on to a eunuch.
Beverly took a sip of her coffee, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed. "Is this all that there is to marriage, Connie?"
"What are you referring to?" asked the blonde as she stirred her own cup of coffee.
Beverly sighed and explained, "There doesn't seem to be anything happening in my marriage anymore. Everything seems dull, drab, and colorless. Life has become a monotony of lackluster tedium. In other words, it's a bore."
"Boy! You are down in the dumps."
"I get more of a kick out of watching my petunias grow and digging around in my garden than I do out of ...spending time with my hubby."
Connie smiled. She had known her lovely neighbor for seven years, but this was the first time that a conversation had turned intimate. "Aren't you and Doug getting along?"
"It's nothing like that. It's more like ...I feel hemmed in by my marriage. I feel trapped."
"Are you saying that you want out?" the blonde asked with a measure of genuine concern.
"No, no, no. Nothing like that. It's more like ...I want to do something different. I want it to be more ...exciting. I want to go to new places and do new things."
"Do you mean to say that the spice has gone out of your marriage?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Beverly replied. "It's like everything has become so ...routine. There's no zest. There's no zing. There's no zowie."
"Well, you're not the first to suffer the marriage blues. I've got many friends who have the same complaint."
"But what do I do about it? I want my marriage to be like it was when Doug and I first met."
Connie laughed as she set down her coffee cup. "There's no way to rekindle the bliss of those newlywed days. Once a man gets in a rut, it's nearly impossible to get him out of it. If your relationship is boring now, it's going to be boring forever. Thus, if you really want to change things, you've got to take the initiative and do it on your own."
"What do you suggest?"
Connie picked up a napkin and wiped her pretty lips. "What you need is a vacation."
"Doug and I can't afford it."
"I don't mean the two of you."
The suggestion surprised Beverly. "Do you mean-away from Doug? Separately?"
"Sure. A separate trip to California, or Hawaii, or Florida. Maybe some Caribbean island. Maybe South America. Any place away from the cornfields of Hickoryville so that you can sit back and assess things in your life. Breathe free for a while. Just you-not your spouse."
Beverly shook her head and replied, "I don't know about that. It sounds pretty drastic for a woman to do things without her husband."
"Look, you were telling me how bored you are with your marriage. That there's no zest, zip, or zowie. I'm simply saying that a separate vacation would spice it up."
"But I've never been away from Doug for an extended period of time."
"So what?"
"So ...I'm married to him. Aren't we supposed to do everything together-as a couple?"
"Oh c'mon!" the curvaceous blonde exclaimed as she crossed her long sensual legs. "That's utter nonsense. This is the 1990's, not the Victorian Era of the 1890's. There's nothing wrong with taking a vacation on your own. Haven't you heard of equal rights and women's liberation?"
"Sure, and I agree with it, but I'm worried what the neighbors might think if I go away and leave my husband here."
"Honey! I'm your neighbor and I think that it's a fine idea. Besides, it's nobody's business what you do with your life. Screw them if they think otherwise. You've got to get rid of some of that Midwestern upbringing."
That argument made sense to Beverly. It truly wasn't anyone's business what she did with her time, or her life. If she wanted to take a vacation-on her own-that was her affair. She relaxed a bit and said, "Well, I have always wanted to see Hawaii. I've heard that it's beautiful."
"There you go," said Connie with a great deal of enthusiasm. "Why not call a travel agent and book a flight today?"
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. You sound depressed. This would put an end to your depression. Act now. I think that it would be the best thing in the world for you to book a flight while you've still got the initiative."
"I worry about doing the right thing."
"This is the right thing."
Beverly bit her lower lip in a petulant manner and asked, "But is it truly right?"
Connie laughed. "Have you been living in a cave? Of course it is. Wives take separate vacations all the time nowadays. As a matter of fact, it's sort of in vogue."
"There must be a better way to spice up my marriage than by doing something as radical as this."
"I can't think of one. Mary Beth went to Las Vegas last year without her hubby. She said that it was the best time she ever had. And Molly Wilson took a cruise to Aruba without her spouse. She raved about the experience."
"I was thinking more along the lines of doing something new, such as taking up a new sport-like backpacking."
"What could be better than taking a vacation to a sunny paradise like Hawaii?"
"I'm not sure that I want to do it all by myself."
"Don't be a 'fraidy cat. It's quite common for women to travel alone these days."
Beverly began to think. "I don't know if we can afford it."
"Pshaw. You're just looking for an excuse not to go. Use your credit card if you're worried about the cost. Why do you think they invented them?"
"But I don't want to run up a serious debt."
Connie was becoming annoyed by her friend's trifling arguments. "For the sake of your marriage you should go ahead and do it."
Again, Beverly bit her lower lip and began thinking of the consequences of leaving her husband for a week so that she could have a little zest, zip, and zowie.
First of all, this was very uncharacteristic of her behavior. She had never before done anything so radical and carefree. She had always been content to sit back and let Doug make the big decisions, such as what type of car to purchase, what size house to buy, and even where to go on a vacation. She just wasn't a take charge kind of individual.
Secondly, she was extremely frugal. She was the type of person who balanced her checkbook daily, and could do it down to the penny. Money had not come easy to her. Her father had been a mill worker and her mother a seamstress. Whatever she got out of life, she got through hard work. Her natural beauty had salvaged her from the scrap heap of the poor and underclass, for she had married Doug, a successful businessman. Notwithstanding her present affluence, she still considered most clothing and household purchases as frivolous if they weren't functional.
She folded her hands in her lap, looked down at them, and said, "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'd love to, but ..."
Long ago Connie had learned the way to Beverly's brain was through the pocket book. No doubt the pretty brunette was a true-blue, fourth generation, Kansas Republican.
"I know!" exclaimed Connie. "I have a friend from college who now lives in California. She recently called me and said that she was going to take a trip to Hawaii. Why don't you give her a call? You could rent a hotel room together? That would cut down on expenses and make things a lot more affordable."
This suggestion captured Beverly's attention. "Hey! That sounds like a good idea. What's your friend's name?"
"Jennifer Wellington. She's a fun person. You'll have a great time together. I know."
"All right," Beverly said with an ad agency smile. "You've talked me into it."
"That a girl. I'll give Jennifer a call and tell her that you're on your way."
CHAPTER 2
Connie had been waiting for a long time to make a move on Doug. He was big, tall, and handsome. And he had a face which could have come straight out of a casting director's office. Sophisticated. Cultured. Refined.
For ages she had wondered how he would be in the sack. Would he be slow and easy-like a cultured man? Or, would he be fast and hard-like a San Francisco blueboy? These were questions which she would soon know the answer to, for now with Beverly gone to Hawaii for a week she could finally attempt to seduce him.
On the afternoon that Beverly headed to the airport, Connie walked around in her backyard wearing a very provocative outfit. Short-shorts which were several inches too short, and a halter top which was several sizes too small. The shorts were so tight through the crotch that her vulva was clearly discernible, and the halter was so tight that her nipples stood out like prominent little beacons of male-pleasing pinkness and sexual suckability.
When she saw Doug step outside to sit in the sun, she waved at him and said, "Hi!"
He looked across the hedge and replied, "Oh hi, Connie."
She stepped around the bushes into his backyard and asked, "Are you feeling lonely since Beverly took off to Hawaii?"
"I suppose so. I haven't been alone in this house before. Ever since I moved in I've had Bev on the premises." For the first time since he stepped outside he took a good look at Connie.
Holy shit! he thought. The woman is practically naked!
He had known the lovely blonde for nearly seven years, but he had never seen her in any outfit that matched this one. Hell! She wasn't wearing a bra! Her titties stood out like ripe cantaloupes! And those hot pants of hers were so tight that he could see the outline of her slit.
He didn't know where to look: at her face, at her nipples, or at her crotch. Of course, being a man he wanted to stare at her tits and cunt, but he didn't think that was a gentlemanly and neighborly thing to do. At least, not overtly.
"What's that you're making?" she asked with a winning smile which could have come straight out of a Madison Avenue toothpaste ad.
"Oh just a salad. I thought I'd chop up this cucumber and mix it with some lettuce and a little salad dressing."
She stepped close and said, "That cucumber reminds me of a great big throbbing penis. Doesn't it you?" she asked as she lightly stroked it.
Doug was momentarily taken aback. He had never heard her use such language, nor speak in such graphic terms. "Pardon me?"
"Doesn't this cucumber remind you of a great big green penis?"
He held it in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds. He watched her hand gently caress it-as if it were alive. Finally he laughed and said, "I've never thought of it before, but it does at that. I was a bit thrown by your comment because that's the kind of a thing that a man would say."
She playfully poked him in the ribs with her elbow and asked, "Aren't women allowed to have sexy thoughts and to say naughty things?"
"Oh sure. I guess that I'm not used to it."
As he began to slice the cucumber, Connie moved to the other side of the table, sat down, and watched him. She grabbed a piece of lettuce, nibbled on it, and asked, "Doesn't Bev ever say sexy things?"
"Not really. She's very reserved in her speech. I've never heard her curse-not once. Even when she hits her thumb with a hammer, the worst thing that she's likely to say is 'Ouch' or 'Darn'. She's very Midwestern in her upbringing-almost like a choir girl."
"Don't you find that rather dull?" Connie asked with a slight wink.
He looked at her as he sliced. "I suppose. But that's just the way she is. Conservative. Small town America all the way. No nasty vocabulary."
"That's not for me. I like to talk nasty."
"I've never noticed."
"That's because I usually don't do it in front of men." She grabbed another piece of lettuce and continued to nibble. "I reserve my sexy talk and naughty observations for when I'm alone at social gatherings with the girls." Doug looked at her and smiled. "What exactly do you girls discuss when you're by yourselves?"
"Oh, the usual sorts of things."
"Such as?"
"Such as how often a husband makes love to the wife."
He nearly cut himself. "Say what?" he asked incredulously.
"We're very interested in sexual frequency. Don't you ever read Cosmopolitan?"
"Er ...it's not on my reading list. I stick more to magazines like Fortune and Field and Stream."
"That's not very stimulating reading."
"I'm not a very stimulating kind of guy."
"That depends on who's doing the evaluating."
He looked at her for a second and wondered what she meant by that. He continued to slice the cucumber, but had become curious about what Connie had to say. "So, what else do you women discuss at these so-called 'social gatherings'?"
"All kinds of things, such as the length of a man's cock, the size of his balls, the number of times the wife has orgasmed during the course of a week. You know-girl talk."
"No way! I never heard Beverly mention any of this."
"Of course not. She's naturally reticent. She wouldn't relay anything which is contrary to her small town Midwestern character."
Doug suddenly became quite worried. He looked at Connie and asked, "She hasn't ever discussed me ...has she?"
Connie smiled. She wanted to pat herself on the back. She knew that every man feared that his wife would discuss the size and dimensions of his sexual equipment behind his back. It was akin to being the universal theme of man.
She sighed and said, "Beverly says that you're okay, but that she's had better."
This news hit him like a thunderbolt. The knife slipped from his hand. He was stunned. "What did you just say?"
"She told me that you're okay, but she's had better."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked with a mixture of anger and trepidation.
Connie looked him directly in the eyes and replied, "I don't know exactly. I suppose that sometime in her past she must have had a dynamite lover. One who could really fill her up. One who could make her come dozens of times without stopping. One who could send her into a heaven of sexual delirium."
With each passing suggestion, Doug became increasingly angry. "That's preposterous. That's absurd. That's utterly impossible. She was a virgin on our wedding night. I know, because I broke her hymen."
Connie feigned a worried look and pretended to be thinking. She bit her lower lip in a petulant manner as she had seen Beverly do dozens of times. "Goodness!" she exclaimed with mock distress. "Then she must have had an affair since you've been married."
Doug was caught off guard by that suggestion. "That's ridiculous! We've been married for over seven years ..." He quickly stopped himself. He remembered the syndrome which marriage counselors referred to as the Seven Year Itch, where married couples got a yearning in their groins for something new.
He shook his head, looked at Connie, and said, "That's crazy. She would never do something like that. She's too shy and introverted."
"It's the shy ones that always surprise their husbands," Connie said as she nibbled on a slice of cucumber.
"It's ludicrous that she would cheat on me ... isn't it? I mean, we have a nice house, we live in an affluent neighborhood, we get along. She wouldn't have an affair ...would she?"
Connie remained silent. She knew that silence was more powerful than words at a time like this. She would let him stew and allow his imagination to conjure up a worst case scenario.
He was getting nervous. He was becoming anxious. He set the bowl of salad down and turned to her. "Look! You're her best friend, Connie. She tells you everything. Has she ever mentioned anything about having a ...a ...another man?" He nearly choked on the words.
The blonde beauty found it difficult to refrain from smiling. "Hmm! Let me think for a minute." Again, she waited to reply. Finally she said, "I don't recall her ever mentioning anyone specifically, although she did seem rather anxious to get to Hawaii, didn't she?"
That statement nearly caused him to shit the proverbial brick. When he agreed to let her take a separate vacation he hadn't thought about that possibility The idea of her having another man on the side in Oahu had never occurred to him. "You don't ...suppose ..." he said as he stared blankly into space.
"I don't know what to think," said Connie matter-of-factly as she nibbled on another slice of cucumber. "I just thought that it was rather strange that she would want to leave town in such a hurry ... without her hubby."
He leaned back on his heels and nearly fell over. Everything suddenly made sense to him: her dashing off to Hawaii; her insistence that she needed to do this on her own; her talk about needing a new experience to add some zip, zest, and zowie to her life.
"Oh my god!" he exclaimed. "She's having an affair! Right at this very minute! Right under my very nose! And I paid for the plane ticket. Goddamn! That puritanical bitch is spreading her thighs for some other guy besides me. I'll kill her-and him!"
Connie saw that the time had come to calm Doug down. After all, there wasn't any point in getting a guy so steamed that he couldn't obtain an erection. "Now, now. Don't be so hasty in your judgment. You don't know if she's having an affair or not. Give her the benefit of the doubt. Besides, what's the big deal if she is?"
A look of disbelief washed over his face. He smashed his fist against the table top and exclaimed, "What's the big deal! What's the big deal! You know damn well what the big deal is. We're married. She's supposed to be faithful to me-that's what the big deal is!"
"Oh Doug. So what if she is being unfaithful? There's no harm being done."
His mouth dropped open. "I don't believe you said that. You surely can't be serious."
"Yes, I'm serious. I mean, maybe she is spreading her pretty little thighs, and perhaps she is allowing another man to slip his penis into her tight little vagina-but that's nothing to be concerned about."
Doug turned beet red. He didn't like the use of the adjectives, 'pretty little' and 'tight little'. They didn't seem inappropriate in the context of this very serious discussion. He shouted, "I don't believe my ears! I thought that type of laissez-faire attitude about sex and marriage and fidelity went out of vogue in the 1960's."
"It's a very healthy attitude," Connie said in a soothing tone of voice, trying to calm him down so that the neighbors wouldn't become curious. "I don't think that it will ever go away. And don't forget that it's you she has remained married to."
"Ha! I ain't nothing other than a sugar daddy. To think, she's been cheating on me all of these years and I didn't even know it. Damn! It's just like they say: the husband is always the last one to know. I'm a fool. I'm an idiot. I should have seen right through her phony shyness. Hmph! I have a mind to cheat on her while she's gone."
Those were the words that Connie had been waiting to hear. She batted her lashes and looked him straight in the eyes before saying, "Now there's an idea. A little tit for tat. You could screw your brains out while she's gone. That would fix her."
She paused for a second so that her words could sink in. When his face seemed to register their significance she added, "Or, you could screw my brains out and that would fix me."
He looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and arousal. "What do you mean?"
"Well, whenever I feel horny I go looking for some man to lay me. I might pick up a guy in a bar, or at a dance, or in a church. Right now I'm feeling rather horny. All of this talk about screwing around has given me ideas." She lowered her voice and added, "I figured that since you want to get even with Bev, you ought to kill two birds with one stone and fuck me."
He looked at her in disbelief. "But you're her best friend!"
She smiled. "That's all the more reason. After all, you already know me. That means that you don't have to worry about getting AIDS or catching herpes. All you have to do is get an erection, put it in the joy slot, and slam away."
Finally he smiled. He allowed his eyes to travel over her body, taking stock of her bountiful assets. Her tits. Her ass. Her legs. He was no longer worried about being gentlemanly and neighborly. Now he wanted to act like a regular all-American, beer-drinking, ever-ready, ever-horny, ever-randy stud. "You know, you are a very good-looking woman."
"Oh come on," she said with a salacious wink. "Talk dirty. Be descriptive. Call me a good-looking piece of ass."
He laughed. "Yes, you're a good-looking piece of ass."
She got up and walked over to his side of the table. She looked down at him and asked, "Would you like to feel my tits?"
At that moment he stared directly at their rounded and succulent magnificence. He could tell that they were full and firm-just like Beverly's. He could see that they were uptilted and symmetrical-just like Beverly's. He could tell that they would be a handful just like Beverly's.
But they weren't Beverly's. And that's what made the idea of playing with them that much more appealing. His eyes fixed on the hard little points of her nipples. They were poking out through the thin material of her halter top. They seemed to be begging to be touched. They seemed to be beckoning him. They seemed to be calling his name. They seemed to be saying, Touch me! Fondle me! Play with me!
Connie saw that he was fantasizing. To assist him, she reached for his hands and placed them over her breasts. "Squeeze please," she said with a sexy whisper.
He looked up at her to see if she really meant it. When he saw that she did he gently pressed his fingers together, felt her warm flesh in his palms, and exclaimed, "Wow! Wow!"
"Nice, huh?"
"I'll say."
"Squeeze all that you want. The more that you handle them, the hornier I get."
He was like a small boy with a batch of Play Dough. He squeezed-over and over and over again. "I have to confess that I've had fantasies of doing this."
"Then you like my body, huh?"
"Like it! I love it. In fact, I've loved it for a long time," he said between squeezes. "Whenever I saw you sunbathing in the backyard with Bev, I wondered what you would look like in the nude. Or, whenever I saw you bending over to turn on the sprinkler, I wondered what you would look like in a sheer nightie. Or, whenever I saw you step outside in the morning to retrieve the newspaper, I wondered what you looked like underneath that bathrobe."
"Poor man. Did you get a hard-on from all of that naughty wondering?"
"Of course I did."
"You mean to tell me that you got an erection when you looked at me, and you wouldn't come over and ask for a fuck? That's positively unfriendly!" she said with a teasing tone of voice.
He caught the gist of her humor and replied, "I'm sorry. I guess I come from the old school of social mores."
"Forget them," she said as she reached down and lifted him to his feet. "You've graduated and you've entered a new grade." She stood face-to-face with him and pressed her body against his.
"Oh boy!" he sighed as he felt her full breasts mash against his hard chest. "It looks like it's time for Show-and-Tell."
CHAPTER 3
Meanwhile, Beverly had landed in Honolulu. She had just checked into her hotel room and was currently getting on the elevator and riding to the floor where she would meet Connie's fun-loving friend, Jennifer Wellington.
The only other person to get on the elevator with her was a large well-dressed black man. He stepped to the rear of the cubicle, whereas she stayed near the front. The moment the door closed and the elevator started to move the fellow said, "Nice legs."
"I beg your pardon." she said, looking over her shoulder to see him.
"I said that you have a very nice pair of legs, they look like they belong on a model."
"Why thank you," she replied, blushing and turning back to face the front of the elevator once more.
"Are you a model?"
"Goodness no."
"You could be, you know? You're certainly pretty enough."
"Thank you, but I already have a job."
"I see all kinds of women who come here from the mainland, but few of them have legs which can compare to yours."
"Thank you, again. That's very nice."
He was silent for a couple of seconds before saying, "You've also got very nice breasts."
"Thank you," she said once more, now wishing that the elevator ride would be over.
"Are they real?"
"What?"
"Your breasts."
She was becoming nervous from these types of intimate compliments and personal questions. Nevertheless she replied, "Well, of course they're real."
"No silicone job or plastic surgery done by a high priced titlifter in Beverly Hills?"
"Of course not," she said, looking over her shoulder indignantly, making sure that he saw her ire.
If he saw it, it didn't bother him. "You've also got a great-looking ass."
That did it! Now she was very angry. For a woman to be told that she had a nice pair of legs and that she was pretty enough to be a model was one thing, but for her to be told that she had a great-looking ass was something else entirely. It bordered on the vulgar- and she didn't like vulgarity in any form. "I'm going to ask you to please stop making references to my body. I find it most rude and uncivilized."
"Hey!" he said with a broad smile. "I'm just stating the facts."
"Keep the facts to yourself." She was beginning to wish that she hadn't made the trip to Hawaii by herself. She wished that her husband was with her. He would protect her from this crude brute. But then, this incident wasn't entirely unexpected. A pretty woman travelling alone could always anticipate a man coming on to her.
She simply decided to ignore his remarks. He could say anything that he liked-it wouldn't harm her in the slightest.
But no further remarks came. The only sounds in the cubicle were of the overhead cables pulling the elevator upward and the electronic digits on the wall clicking as each floor was passed.
However, she did hear the sound of heavy breathing. Ironically, it seemed to be coming from directly behind her-almost in her ear.
It was then that she felt a slight pressure on her buttocks. She might otherwise have ignored it if she weren't acutely aware of the man's presence. Suddenly she realized that the pressure on her ass was exerted by the palm of a hand. Since there were only two people in the elevator, she knew whose hand that was.
"What are you doing?" she asked angrily, not even bothering to turn around.
"I'm checking out your ass. It's nice and firm-just the way I like them."
"Keep your hands to yourself, buster."
He was somewhat amazed by her resolute response. He hadn't counted on any resistance. He pulled his hand away and said, "All right, all right! Don't get bent out of shape. Cheese! You must be from some small town in the Midwest."
That accusation got her attention. "Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because women from there are the only ones in America who are uptight about having their bodies appraised."
"Don't tell me that women from San Francisco, or New York, or Los Angeles let you touch them!"
"They sure do. In fact, they encourage it."
"Oh ha! I bet!"
"Suit yourself. I figured you for a small town hick. Nevertheless, you are a very pretty one."
Just then, the door? opened. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had never been so happy to get off of an elevator in her entire life. She picked up her suitcase and hurried down the hallway, wanting to get as far away as quickly as possible from the uncivilized barbarian who couldn't keep his hands to himself.
She knocked on the door of her hotel room and after several minutes saw it opened by a beautiful, full-figured blonde wearing only a bathrobe.
"Oh hi! You must be Jennifer Wellington," Beverly said to the woman.
"That I am. And you must be Connie's friend."
"Yes."
"Well, welcome roomie. Have a seat and sit a spell."
Beverly brought in her suitcase and sat on the bed. "Whew! I just had the most awful experience."
"What was that?" asked Jennifer.
"A man in the elevator kept making remarks about my body."
"Oh!"
"And that wasn't the worst. He had the nerve to put his hand on my buttocks."
"It happens all the time," replied the blonde. "It seems as if every horny male in Honolulu is checked into this hotel. It has happened to me several dozen times already. To tell you the truth, I've gotten used to the remarks and the probing hands. I don't even pay any attention to them anymore."
"Have you complained to the hotel management?"
"What good would it do? The management consists of a bunch of guys who come from New York City. They wouldn't do anything to help a woman even if she were spread-eagled in the middle of the lobby and were being raped by the bellhops."
Beverly shook her head and said, "It's a frightening world that we're living in."
"I'll say," agreed Jennifer. "It's getting so we pretty women can't even go out of the house anymore without being felt-up or fondled."
"Well, I for one do not like it," Beverly said as she kicked off her shoes. "I am not a piece of meat. I don't like to have a stranger's hands running over my body."
She unbuttoned her blouse, removed her bra, and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to draw a bath. I need one after my flight."
Jennifer looked at Beverly's lovely breasts appreciatively. "Go right ahead," she said as she watched the brunette beauty undress. "Men can be such creeps sometimes."
"You're telling me," Beverly replied as she pulled her blouse all the way off.
Jennifer's eyes widened as she noted the perfection of her roommate's breasts. They were spectacular masterpieces of female flesh. She gulped and said, "Men are always trying to come on with some worn-out line in order to get into our pants."
"Yes," agreed Beverly as she unzipped her skirt and shook her shapely ass back and forth in an attempt to get it down her long legs.
"Sometimes I wish that they'd all go away," Jennifer said offhandedly.
"Sometimes I think the same thing." Beverly took off her hose, carefully peeling them down her thighs and her calves.
Jennifer was amazed at the beauty of the brunette's body. When Connie called and said that she was throwing a treat her way, she thought her friend was referring to an average-looking female, not one who could have easily been a winning contestant in the Miss America pageant. The woman not only had the face of an angel, but the body of a centerfold.
Jennifer continued the conversation by saying, "Men are only good for one thing-and they're not very good at that."
Beverly casually took off her panties, kicked them to the side, and asked, "Are you referring to sex?"
"Yes," Jennifer replied with glistening eyes as she focused her attention on the little triangle of brunette fur.
"I wouldn't know how other men are at sex. I've only made love to one man in my entire life-my husband."
Jennifer's eyebrows rose. She didn't think that she had heard correctly. "Are you saying that you've never played around-ever?"
"No."
"Not even in high school, or college?"
"Nope."
The blonde found it hard to believe that such a good-looking woman hadn't been poked with several hundred penises in this day and age. After all, she herself had had several thousand penises shoved into her various orifices-and she wasn't even thirty years of age yet!
"Then you're not here in Hawaii to have an extramarital affair?" Jennifer asked.
"Of course not," Beverly replied in a stunned tone of voice. "I'm here on vacation. I'm here to enjoy myself-plain and simple."
"My goodness. Such noble character. You sound like the perfect wife."
Beverly smiled and said, "Hardly."
"Don't be so modest. You're quite attractive, you know?"
"I know, I know, I know. My friend Connie tells me that all the time."
"Don't you like to hear it?"
"I suppose so. I just don't think that I'm all that special."
"Surely you can't be serious. You're absolutely gorgeous. Truly! I know women who would kill to have a pair of shapely breasts like yours."
Beverly looked down at her tits and said, "I think that they're too big."
"Nonsense," replied Jennifer. "Yours are the kind that most men-and most women admire. Just look at their symmetry. Symmetrical tits like that are very hard to find. Most women have one breast which is slightly larger than the other. And look at the fullness of them-the way that the skin is stretched taut against your flesh, creating a fine globe. It's almost translucent enough to see the little veins beneath. And if that weren't enough-your breasts are uptilted and firm. Would you rather have mine?" Jennifer quickly opened her robe and displayed her titties.
Beverly was startled that the blonde wore nothing beneath her robe. Nevertheless, she looked at the breasts, made a comparison, and said, "To tell you the truth, I would."
"Why on earth would you say that?"
"Because they're not as large as mine. I get tired of carrying this pair around. They almost weigh me down. And besides, yours are just as round, just as firm, and just as symmetrical as mine."
"But not as full ...and that counts for a lot in this world."
"I suppose," replied the brunette as she grabbed a towel from the towel rack and headed to the shower. "But bigger is not necessarily better."
"It depends on what one is referring to," Jennifer said with a suggestive lilt in her voice.
Beverly stood in front of the mirror and prepared to step into the bathroom. However, Jennifer wanted to keep looking at the naked brunette, and she wanted to keep the conversation intimate, so she said, "Hey! You're an innie."
Beverly looked at her with a quizzical expression crossing her pretty face. "An innie? What are you referring to?"
"Your belly button. It's an innie like mine. In other words, your navel is concave rather than protruding."
Beverly looked down past her titties to her lower abdomen. She thrust her pelvis outward slightly in order to see her navel better. "I've really never noticed it before-or at least, not since I was a youngster."
"You could have had me fooled. From what I can see I would have guessed that you spent most of your free time in front of the mirror."
"Me! Oh ha!"
"If not, how do you keep so fit and trim?" the lovely blonde asked.
"I workout a lot. But a lot of my looks are the result of good genes."
"Your mother wasn't fat?"
"No. Nor was my father. They also had a passion for eating fresh fruit and produce rather than snacking off of processed foods. I'm really thankful to them for teaching me that habit. I never learned to live off of sweets and fats the way that most American teenagers do. I was into fiber before fiber was a fad."
"I must say that you don't have any unsightly fat anywhere on your body. Not on your face. Nor your arms. Nor your tummy. Nor your thighs. You're too perfect to be true."
Beverly giggled. "Would you stop that. You're the second person in less than an hour who has been making comments about my looks. Besides, I am not perfect."
"You're the most perfect female I've seen in quite some time. I'll tell you what, let's stand next to each other in front of the mirror and compare our bodies. That should convince you."
"All right," agreed Beverly as she stepped in front of the mirror and faced it.
Jennifer stood beside her naked roommate and said, "You're already told me that you'd rather have my smaller, albeit equally lovely breasts. What about the tummy?"
"Mmm! Yours is about the same narrowness as mine. I guess that I'd be satisfied with keeping mine."
"How about the hips?"
"Yours are smaller. I'd definitely be happier with them."
Jennifer was surprised. "You don't like your high-set and well-rounded pair?"
"No way."
"But they're very shapely-and I might add-sexy."
"That's the problem with them. Men are always trying to goose me, or pinch me, or something awful. I can't even walk down the street without some man turning his head, stopping, and whistling. It's dreadful."
"Oh ha! It sounds great. If I want to get whistled at, I have to flirt with the guy."
"I find that hard to believe," said Beverly. "You're very attractive."
"But I ain't in your league. You're what I would refer to as 'spectacular'. I mean, just look at those legs of yours. I've never seen anything to compare to them. They're the legs of a centerfold. The thighs are perfect, the calves are perfect, even the kneecaps are perfect. How many women could say that about their knees?"
"My legs are much too long for my body. I'd rather have a pair like yours. They're more of a normal shape and size."
"That's only because I'm shorter than you. All I know is that I'd be extremely grateful if I had a long lovely pair like that. Are you fairly limber?"
"What do you mean?"
"Can you stretch your legs wide apart?"
"Oh sure. I have no problem with that. Here. Watch me." Without hesitation the brunette spread her legs in a ninety degree angle.
Jennifer had a very difficult time controlling her emotions as she watched her roommate perform the move. The sight of those long, lovely legs spreading apart, and the vision of that furry pubic mound opening slightly, was causing her heart to flutter in a fast rhythm. "My goodness!" she exclaimed. "You have a very pretty pussy."
Beverly put her legs back together, stood up straight, and said, "Now I know that you're teasing me. My pelvic region is just as ugly as yours."
"'Ugly'! How can you possibly use a term like that to describe your reproductive region! From what I can tell, it's one of the prettiest things that I've ever seen."
"Oh Jennifer!" Beverly said with a blush. "That's a ridiculous thing to say."
The blonde turned around and grabbed a handheld mirror from atop the dresser. "Here. See for yourself."
"What do you want me to do with the mirror?" Beverly asked as she held it in her hand.
"I want you to put it between your thighs and look at your vagina."
"I don't want to look at it."
"Go ahead. Look at it and tell me if you still think that it's ugly."
Reluctantly, Beverly spread her thighs and put the mirror between them. She gazed at the reflection of her vagina and said, "Well, I have to admit that it's not as ugly as I thought."
"If you had seen a lot of female crotches you would know that yours is tops. Not too hairy. Not too bald. Just right. In fact, it looks like a little foxtail down there."
Beverly laughed. "I suppose it does, doesn't it?" She angled the mirror for the best view possible before withdrawing it and closing her thighs again. She looked over at Jennifer's pubic mound and said, "And yours is more like an inverted triangle."
Jennifer laughed playfully. "Blondes frequently have crotches that look like mine."
"I wouldn't know," said Beverly. "I haven't been looking at many lately."
"Next time you're in a locker room, take note. You'll be surprised to learn that on the whole brunettes have prettier crotches."
"I'll remember that," said Beverly with a chuckle. "Although, I can't imagine walking around and asking the girls if I could take a look at their pubic hair. I get the feeling that I'd be thrown out on my keester."
"Say, are you still going to take that bath?" asked Jennifer.
"Sure."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
Beverly giggled. "There's not enough room in a bathtub for two people."
"There is in this hotel. In fact, it's big enough to hold six."
"Oh my god!" the brunette exclaimed. "I've always heard of a bathroom like that. Let me take a look! I've got to see this with my very own eyes." She rushed ahead and gasped when she opened the door.
Jennifer watched her ass wiggle. She thought about whistling, but restrained herself. After all, in no time at all she would be investigating that ass up close and personal.
"Now this is what I call a bathroom!" the beautiful brunette exclaimed as she looked around at the sumptuous surroundings. "Just look at all of this wasteful expense! My god! The sink alone must have cost a small fortune."
She ran her hands along the smooth lacquered surface, noting the gold plated faucets with their ivory handles. Such wasteful opulence should have depressed her normally frugal character, but instead she felt comforted. "It makes me want to stay here all day."
"I felt the same way," said Jennifer. "That's why I haven't taken off my bathrobe since I got here."
"I don't blame you. The bathroom itself is worth a trip to Hawaii."
Beverly then stepped over and looked at the tub. "My god! It's marble! Genuine marble! And it's big enough to hold a whale."
"Apparently some of the older women who come to Hawaii are a bit on the hefty side," said Jennifer in a teasing manner. "Luckily, we're not."
Beverly was too enthralled with the furnishings of the bathroom to notice that Jennifer had stepped immediately behind her and had placed her hands on her buttocks. The brunette kept making casual observations. "You're right. There is enough room in here for a half dozen people." She turned back to Jennifer and said, "Sure. You can join me. There's lot of room."
Jennifer was hoping that the pretty brunette would say that.
CHAPTER 4
Meanwhile, back on the mainland.
"I can't believe that you're actually allowing me to squeeze your tits," said Doug.
"Wait a few minutes," replied Connie breathlessly. "You'll be even more surprised. I'm going to allow you to squeeze my ass and stick your penis into my hungry vagina."
"If I would have known this was going to happen, I would have sent my wife on a separate vacation a long time ago."
"That would have been nice. Then we could have really done some serious fucking. Speaking of fucking, she's probably over there in Hawaii shacked up with some surfer guy right now-just screwing her pretty little brains out."
Even though the image flashed through Doug's mind, he became worried. "Hey! This kind of revenge is right, isn't it?"
"Sure it is," cooed Connie. "Tit for tat, remember?"
"But just because she's cheating, doesn't make it right for me to respond in kind, does it?"
Connie looked into his eyes and said, "Don't go having an ethical relapse on me. You almost sound as if you're straight out of an Andy Hardy movie. C'mon this is the age of fucking around, not chastity belts and Victorian manners."
He smiled at her. "I know you're right. I'm just not used to it."
"Well, get used to it, because you're going to enjoy a little fucking around yourself." She grabbed hold of his hand and put it between her thighs.
He squeezed her pubis and said, "That feels nice."
"Wait till you feel the inside-with your prick."
"You know, I'm starting to like this idea more and more."
"Most men do when given the chance."
He continued to stroke the vulva. He could feel the heat radiated from her loins. He could sense that she was ready for penetration.
"Why don't we dispose of some of these clothes?" she asked. "I think that it would be much more enjoyable-and practical."
He stepped back from her and quickly stripped. In turn, she pulled her halter off and unzipped her short-shorts. He looked at her naked body and exclaimed, "My god! You're lovely."
"You're not so bad-looking yourself, buster-especially that meatstick that you've got there between your thighs."
"I apologize for it being erect."
"Oh honey, don't ever apologize for something like that. We women live to see those things in an upright position. The harder they are, the more we enjoy it." She stepped forward and touched it.
"Oooh la la! He's a big one," she said with a coo. "Beverly never told me that you possessed something this large."
"I'm ...I'm ...glad that you like it."
"I do. I do. And I'm going to like it a lot more as time goes by. After all, that's the way we horny women are."
"Do you ...ahhh ...do these types of things often?" Doug asked, attempting to keep his composure.
"Do you mean, fuck around with my best friend's husband?"
"No. Just fool around-period?"
"Use the word 'fuck'. It's so much more appropriate at times like this."
"All right," he said as he gulped. "Do you fuck around often?"
"It depends."
"On what?"
"On whether I'm attracted to the man or not, and on whether or not the man is attracted to me."
"I wouldn't believe that there's a man alive who isn't attracted to you. Every guy likes a shapely blonde."
"Oh ha! Some guys have a hang-up about hair color. They only want to fuck brunettes. More often than not, blondes like me come in second place-even though I have a beautiful body."
He ran his hand up and down her back. "Mmm! You feel so nice and warm."
"That's because I'm horny and I'm ready to rut. Usually I'm cold as ice."
He held her ass and pressed her close to him. "Mmm! Your body. Oooh! Your body."
She laughed. "You sound as if you like it."
"I love it. It's every bit as attractive as Bev's-only more appealing to me for some reason."
"I'm more appealing because I'm adding a little variety to your life."
"Is that it?"
"Sure. All marriages fall into the same dull routine. Switching partners is one way of spicing things up."
"I'm certainly spiced up."
"I know, darling. I know. I can feel it in my hand. Your appendage has grown substantially just in the short amount of time that we've been standing here talking. By the way, do you mind if I bend down and give him a friendly kiss?"
"Mind! Shit no! Kiss him all you want. You can even suck on my balls is you so desire."
"Thanks for the idea. I'll have to remember that when I'm down there."
She kissed a trail downward, beginning at the tip of his nose, and proceeding to his lips, chin, and throat. From there she leaned down and kissed his left nipple and then the right one. She moved her head back and forth numerous times, making sure that they became erect. Once they were she proceeded downward to his abdomen, licking a trail straight southward to his belly button.
He was in ecstasy. Beverly had never done anything sensual like this. She simply lay there like a beached tuna and didn't put any imagination whatsoever into the sexual experience. But Connie was another matter entirely. She obviously knew a lot about a man's libido. To her, the tongue was as mighty as the pussy.
She ran her lingual appendage around the inside of his navel, lathering it with her saliva. She planted numerous kisses around it, before proceeding onward to her ultimate destination.
At long last, she was in the neighborhood.
She brushed her chin against the tip of his penis, rubbing the cleft against his peehole. She then brushed her cheeks against the glans. First she turned her head to the left so that she could feel his manhood against her left cheek, and then she turned her head to the right, so she could feel it against the opposite one.
For the moment, she avoided touching the penis with her lips.
Next, she bowed her head and brushed the tip of her nose against the peehole, wiggling it from side-to-side. And then she lowered her head further and rubbed his cock against her eyelids.
He got an intense sexual charge out of this. It was one of the most intimate moments he had ever had with a woman.
She then held the base of his cock while brushing the top of it along her forehead. He could feel the tender skin of her forehead against the tender skin of his penis.
By this time, pre-ejaculate was starting to ooze out of the head of his cock. Droplets of the milky substance was starting to coat her eyebrows.
She then pulled her head back a slight distance and pretended to talk to his penis. "Hey there, big fellow," she said in a very seductive voice. "We haven't met before. I'm the next door neighbor. I've come over to see you."
"Oh wow!" breathed Doug. "I think I like this game."
She continued to talk to the penis undisturbed. "Can I kiss you, big fella? Huh? I'd like to. Really, I would."
"Oooh! He says 'Yes'."
She slowly lowered her head and gave the tip of his pecker a gentle kiss. From the microsecond that her lips made contact with his flesh his corpuscles began to race.
"You know, big fella, in a little while I'm planning on throwing a party down between my thighs. Would you like to come?"
"Oooh! Would I ever!" sighed Doug, pretending to talk for his penis.
"You'll really liven things up."
"I want to come! I want to come!"
"Good! I'll look forward to having you then. Now, do you mind if I suck on you for a while?"
"Be my guest," replied Doug, again pretending to talk for his penis.
"Thank you." She then opened her mouth and began sucking on the crown of his cock.
Doug sighed and reminisced. He hadn't had a blowjob since high school when his sexy typing teacher got horny for some cock, so she asked the boys to join her for some personalized instruction in the cloak room. It was his first blowjob and the most memorable.
"Mmm!" sighed Connie. "You sure do smell good, big fella."
Doug spoke for himself. "I didn't think that my cock had an odor."
"All cocks have an odor. Yours is sort of like ginger or thyme-I'm not sure which. I guess that I'll have to get back to tasting and sniffing." She immediately went back to sucking.
"You seem very good at this," Doug said between sighs of breath.
"I should. I give one to my boss every morning. Some secretaries are required to type memos. Some are required to make coffee. I'm required to suck on the boss for twenty-five minutes a day."
"I thought that kind of secretary was extinct. Couldn't you turn him in for sexual harassment?"
"Of course. But I like doing it. In the same way that coffee gets some people going in the morning, I find that a bout of sex really sets me straight for the rest of the day. There's something about the taste of cock that puts a horny woman at ease."
She sucked vigorously on Doug's cock to emphasize her point.
"It's been too long since I had a good blow," he said.
"Doesn't your wife do this for you?" she asked as she nibbled on the crown of his cock.
"Ha! We hardly even have sex anymore. Probably only once a week. And everything has become so dull and predictable. It's always the same position. It's always the same time of the night. And it always last the same length of time."
"Well, I guarantee to alter the routine. You won't be bored anymore."
"Amen to that," he said.
CHAPTER 5
Meanwhile, back in Hawaii.
"You know, I haven't taken a bath with another person since I was a child," said Beverly with a happy smile.
"What about you and your husband?" asked Jennifer as she stepped into the bathtub with the lovely brunette. "Surely the two of you do playful things in the tub together."
"No way. Besides, our tub is much too small to fit two people in-much less, a half dozen," Beverly said as she squatted down, positioning her ass into the water.
Jennifer admired the shapeliness and fullness of Beverly's firm buttocks. She also noted the cleanliness of the ass crack. This meant a lot to her. A woman who kept a clean ass was usually fastidious with all parts of her body. Her teeth, gums, and most importantly, her vagina.
"Mmm!" sighed Beverly as she leaned back in the warm water of the marble tub. "This feels so good. I wish that I had a tub like this at home. No one could get me out of it. Ahh!"
"Mmm! You're so right. I wish I had a tub like this as well. But for a real thrill, turn that knob."
Beverly did and was startled to feel tiny jets of water squirted up from the base of the bathtub.
"How's that feel?"
"It's wild! It's sort of like a Jacuzzi, except more comfortable."
Jennifer could imagine the tiny jets shooting up into her roommate's vagina. She secretly wanted to dip her head beneath the surface and see what effects the water was having on the petals of her pussy. However, she decided to keep her attention directed to succulent matters above the surface. "Your breasts look lovely coated with a film of water."
"They're still too large. I feel as if I'm carrying around a pair of water balloons."
"Silly! They're the best looking pair of water balloons that I've ever seen." Jennifer leaned back in the water to relax.
The two women were silent for a few moments before Beverly asked, "What are you thinking?"
Jennifer realized that was a cue. "Oh, I was imagining how great it would be to have a man here right now. To feel him holding me, caressing me, and making sweet love to me."
"That does sound nice," replied Beverly as she lifted her knee out of the water.
Jennifer watched the mixture of soap and water trickle down the smooth flesh of her roommate's calf. "I miss not having a man around."
"Oh ray goodness! I haven't bothered to ask if you're married or not. Are you?"
"I was," Jennifer said sadly.
"What happened?"
"He worked on a highway crew and got run over by a steam roller."
"What, a shame."
"Sometimes I wish that I had him around to hold and comfort me whenever I get depressed," Jennifer said with a sniffle.
"I'm so sorry."
The blonde looked at Beverly and said, "Do you mind if I ask you a favor?"
"Sure. Anything."
"Would you hold me right now. I feel sort of lonely."
"All right. Scoot over here."
Jennifer was ecstatic. First, she had managed to talk Beverly into taking a bath with her. Now she had managed to talk her into holding her. Incredibly, her plan of seduction was proceeding much quicker than expected.
She slid her ass over so that she was sitting hip-to-hip with Beverly. "I like this much, much better." She leaned back and relaxed. "I can feel the jets of water blasting against my pussy."
"Mmmm! Me too." The pretty brunette found it odd that she didn't mind hearing the word "pussy". Normally such a foul word would have bothered her, but ever since she had stepped off of the plane and felt the fresh air of Hawaii she had felt a new freedom. Perhaps that extended to what she considered proper words as well.
"Can you feel the petals of your labia fluttering?" asked Jennifer.
Beverly focused her attention between her thighs and replied, "Yes."
"Makes you yearn for a man, doesn't it?"
The brunette gulped and said, "Yes."
Jennifer reached beneath the water and touched Beverly's pubis. "I'm glad that you're my roommate. I feel as if I've really lucked out."
Beverly felt the hand move between her thighs, but she didn't say anything. After all, it seemed to belong there. "Mmmm! And I'm glad that you're my roommate as well."
Jennifer took that as a cue to rub her fingers on Beverly's clitoris.
"Oooh!"
"Do you like that?" asked the blonde.
"It's very nice. But I've never been touched there by another woman."
"Didn't you do things like this during teenage slumber parties?"
"Well ...once in a while," Beverly said with a giggle.
"I thought so," replied Jennifer as she continued to wiggle her fingers against the little nubbin of female joy. "You know what we used to do when we were teenagers?"
"What?"
"We used to kiss each other down there." Jennifer brushed her fingers along the length of the slit to underscore her point.
"Wow! Those must have been some wild slumber parties."
"They weren't so wild. All of the girls got used to it after a while. In fact, they liked it."
"Mmm! I don't know if I would like it or not. I've never had it done to me."
"Never?"
"No," Beverly replied shyly.
"Aren't you a bit curious as to what it would feel like?"
Beverly giggled and said, "Actually I am."
Jennifer's eyes lit up when she heard that response. "Well, why don't you sit your pretty butt on the edge of the tub?"
"Why?"
"Because I think that it's time that you experienced what you missed during your slumber party days."
"Are you teasing me?"
"Of course not. I wouldn't tease a beautiful woman like you. Now, get that spectacular fanny of yours up on the ledge of the bath and let me demonstrate my technique."
Beverly hoisted her ass out of the water and placed it on the marble ledge of the bath. Her knees were now level with Jennifer's face.
"Honey, if I'm going to kiss your pussy, you're going to have to spread your thighs and allow me to get to your prize."
The brunette giggled and said, "Sorry. I'm sort of new to this." Immediately she spread her magnificent thighs.
"Wow!" exclaimed Jennifer as she saw the furry muff come into view immediately in front of her. "Now I know that every square millimeter of your body is beautiful. How I envy your hubby." She reached forward and lightly stroked it.
"Why do you say that?" asked Beverly as she watched her roommate stroke the fur.
"He gets this view all the time."
"No he doesn't. He never gets down between my thighs and stares at my snatch."
Jennifer chuckled. Her roommate was certainly beginning to loosen up. "In other words, you're telling me that he doesn't kiss your pussy?"
"Never."
"Any man who doesn't take the time to kiss the female genitalia-especially the genitalia that are attached to such a beautiful-looking female-is a man who has a screw loose. I mean, just look at that pretty sight. Have you ever seen anything lovelier?"
Beverly looked down between her thighs. "I guess that it is sort of pretty, isn't it?"
"'Pretty' isn't the correct term. It's more like 'absolutely spectacular'-sort of like the view in Yosemite Valley."
"I hope that it's not that big," laughed Beverly.
"I hope not either, darling. I wouldn't want to hear an echo."
The brunette laughed again. She suddenly realized that she was having a very good time.
Jennifer ran her finger along the length of the slit, until her digit was directly over the clitoris. She fiddled with it for a moment, until she noticed that Beverly's breasts were rising and falling in spasmodic little jerks, and then she leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss right atop the little nubbin.
"Is that what how you used to do it at slumber parties?" asked Beverly.
"Yes. But now I do it like this." The blonde leaned forward, planted a kiss atop the clitoris, and then encircled it with her lips and commenced to suck on it.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!" gasped Beverly. "That's sensational! What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to see if you liked a little tongue action."
"It feels great, but it's perverted, isn't it?"
"Hardly."
"But I've always heard that it was."
"Whatever goes on behind closed doors between a consenting couple can hardly be considered 'perverted'. Now, are you the other half of a consenting couple?"
Beverly looked into Jennifer's eyes. Whatever resistance she might have had immediately vanished. This experience was too good to pass up. "Yes."
"Good. That's what a vacation is all about."
"Ahhhh!" sighed Beverly. "To think ...I came to Hawaii to have fun in the sun. And instead, I'm allowing my roommate to stick her tongue into my snatch. Ahhhhhh!"
CHAPTER 6
At that very moment Doug was having his balls sucked by Connie.
"Ahhh!" he sighed as he sat on the edge of the mattress with his legs spread wide. "Oh! You seem to have learned a lot from your boss."
"Yea," replied the lovely blonde as she gently nibbled on his left testicle. "I owe it all to him ...and a few others."
"A few others? Who else do you give blowjobs to?"
She sucked and said, "Mr. Wagoner."
Doug's eyebrows rose. "The black fellow who works for the Post Office?"
"None other."
"Why him?"
"Because he has one of the biggest cocks in this town."
"Oh! Who else?"
"Mr. Rivers."
"The Presbyterian preacher? I can't believe that."
"Believe it. He's always one horny dude after choir practice on Wednesday night."
"Wow! And to think-he even leads the local chapter of the Moral Majority. Who else?"
"Mr. Smith."
"I don't know him."
"Sure you do. He's the wino who lives down the street. He's always sitting on the curb next to the stop sign."
"Why would you want to give blowjobs to a fellow like that?"
"Because his wife likes to watch."
"So?"
"So she gets horny."
"So?"
"So whenever I get done with him, I take care of her."
"Oh! Oh, I see. Are you saying that you're bisexual?"
"I don't really know," she replied as she nibbled on his balls. "All I'm sure of is that I enjoy having sex with certain men and certain women."
He watched her work on his sac and asked, "Are you enjoying it with me?"
She flicked her tongue around the top of his cock. "And how!"
Flick! Flick! Flick!
Doug leaned back a little and spread his thighs much farther apart. "Have you ever had sex with my wife, Beverly?"
"No. But I have to admit that she is a tempting morsel."
"She's no more tempting than you."
"Ahhh! What a sweet thing to say to a woman."
Flick! Flick! Flick!
She lifted her lips from the tip of his cock and said, "What do you say we get on the bed now and properly unleash our passion? I'm horny as a she-cat on Halloween."
"Howl!"
She laughed and slapped him on the ass.
He watched as she got on the bed and opened her thighs. "Mmm!" he said while smacking his lips. "That is one tempting sight."
"Come on over here and give it a lick."
He gulped. He knew what she wanted him to do, but had to confess, "I've never done anything like that before."
She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "You're married to a gorgeous piece of ass like Bev, and you've never performed cunnilingus on her before?"
"No, I haven't."
Connie suddenly felt quite sorry for him. "Oh doll, you poor thing. You don't know what you've been missing. Get down on your knees and get your ass over here-pronto! I'll give you step-by-step instructions. It'll be sort of like a lick-by-numbers kind of game."
Doug did as she was told-following orders like a lap dog.
"First of all, come on up here and take a good sniff of momma."
He positioned himself between her widespread thighs, lowered his head, and took a deep breath. He was pleasantly surprised. "Hey! It smells great-sort of like a fragrant flower."
"That's because I douched it with a rose scent before I came over here."
He looked over her pubic bone and up between her tits. "In other words, you were expecting something like this to happen?"
She looked down between her tits and past her belly button. "It never hurts for a girl to be prepared for any eventuality. You never know when something might pop up."
He lowered his nose and sniffed her snatch again, inhaling several times and holding it in his lungs. "I never knew that a pussy could smell so good."
"Just wait until you taste it. It's marvelous- and very healthy for you too. It contains many of the same proteins and carbohydrates which are found in semen. Now, stick out your tongue and lick it like a good little puppy."
"Like this?" he asked, just barely touching the tip of his tongue to her outer folds.
"Deeper."
"How about this?" he asked as he touched his tongue to her inner folds. "Deeper."
"Now?" he asked when he felt the front part of his tongue entrapped in her moisture. "Probe, damn it! Probe."
Soon, he could feel the walls of her vagina wrapped around his tongue. He could feel her cuntal walls contracting and expanding. He could feel her mucous coating his lingual appendage. He could taste her secretions. He could smell them as well. Mmm! Pussy juice really was the nectar of the gods!
"Ahhh!" she moaned. "Now you've got the hang of it. Oh yea! You've really got the hang of it. Oh sweet Jesus! Do you ever!"
He kept at it until his face was literally smeared with copious quantities of vaginal secretions. Even his eyelids and eyelashes were dripping with the stuff. Finally, when his tongue felt as if it were going to fall off from all the probing, he asked, "Honey, I've got a hard-on that's going to explode any second now. It needs to be taken care of."
"Ah! The poor thing," she said with a smile. "What it needs is some loving attention. I guess that it's time to put it into my snatch. That should reduce the swelling."
Doug was glad for the experience with oral sex, but he still preferred regular fucking. He crawled up her body until he was face-to-face with her.
She smiled up at him, stuck out her tongue, and began licking her secretions off of his lips and tongue. "You didn't know that you lived next door to such a wanton bitch, did you?"
"Hardly," he said with a laugh. "All of this time I thought that you were the girl-next-door type."
"Well, this girl next door needs to fuck around at least several times per week. I've think I'm part nymphomaniac."
"As far as I'm concerned, that's the only type of neighbor to have."
He let his penis just barely touch the moist lips of her sex. He wanted to let it soak in her juices for a minute or two before proceeding inward, but she was too starved for cock to merely leave his pecker wallowing around on the outside. She shifted her pelvis and managed to slip him inside. "Ahh!" she sighed in obvious relief.
"Mmm!" he moaned.
"There's nothing quite like fucking the next door neighbor, is there?" she asked.
"I should say not. Although I haven't had that much experience with this sort of thing."
"Hopefully you'll be getting a lot more experience in the future."
"Yes. Hopefully. Ahhh!"
She kissed him on the lips and asked, "How much of your cock do you have in me?"
"About three inches."
"Oooh! It feels like a lot more than that. Give me the remaining six inches so that I can make a comparison with other cocks in the neighborhood."
Doug shoved. "How's that? It's all that I've got."
"Oh honey! It's enough. I feel stuffed."
"Should I withdraw a little?"
"If you do, I'll kill you."
"But you look like you're in pain."
"That's a sign that I'm in heaven. A woman always grimaces like this when she gets reamed by a big hard dick."
"Er ...how often do you get reamed?"
"Tee hee. That's a secret. But let me answer that question by saying that no woman gets reamed nearly enough. If there were more fucking going on, this world would be in a lot better shape than it is presently."
Doug laughed. "Exactly how much fucking is enough?"
"Who knows? But I personally feel that a woman should have a cock stuffed into her vagina for at least eight hours every day."
"What would she do the rest of the day?"
"She'd need to eat balanced meals to keep her energy level up-for fucking. She'd need to get a good night's sleep so that she'd always be ready-for fucking. And she'd need to get plenty of exercise so that she'd always be fit, firm, and shapely-for fucking."
"What about mental development?"
"She could read assorted sex manuals so that she can improve-her fucking."
Doug began to slide his cock back and forth in Connie's slick love chamber. "Aren't you being a bit sexist with your remarks? I mean, a woman is good for other things."
"Oh don't give me any of that feminist bullshit that's always being spouted on college campuses by nitwits, dimwits, and intellectual dullards in the social science departments. Nature itself is sexist- all the way down to the x and y chromosomes. There's no getting around it, we have to live with it. Therefore, instead of trying to fight nature, let's live with it. Viva la difference!" She ground her pelvis against his in a most licentious manner.
"Viva la difference!" he exclaimed in agreement as he thrust into her liquid depths a few times, and rotated his pelvis in conjunction with hers. "But if people fucked all the time, how would anything get done?"
"Who cares? At least everyone would be happy."
He thrust again. "I don't know about that. There aren't enough beautiful women to go around. Ninety percent of the men want to fuck ten percent of the women. That situation would have to be remedied if your type of world were to come into being."
"Well, of course women would have to get into shape. All of those chubbies would have to lose some weight, and the uglies would have to get a face lift-and that applies to men as well."
"But the poor can't afford face lifts."
"That's where taxes would come to the rescue. They would certainly be better spent on that than on bombs and missiles."
"I suppose that means breast implants, penis enlargers, and vaginal tightening would also be covered with tax breaks?"
"Of course. Taxation would finally create a very happy society."
"Ohhh! You're so good," he said, complementing her on her sexual technique.
"You're not so bad yourself," she replied.
"I think that we're the perfect pair."
"Alas! You have a penis and I have a vagina. You see-viva la difference."
"Yours is more than merely a vagina. It's a hungry serpent with a voracious appetite."
"What a sweet thing to say. Here, let me show you how grateful I am." She squeezed her vaginal muscles, gripping his penis with them.
"Oh wow! That's really a neat trick. My Beverly can't do anything like that."
"I bet that she could if she'd just practice."
"Ahhh! Oh how I wish that she would. How I wish that she would. Damn! I feel as if I've got my pecker stuck inside a velvet vise, or inside a milking machine."
"The latter is a better description, and my milking machine doesn't stop until it gets a gallon of sperm."
"We'd be here all year if that were the case."
She kissed him on the lips and whispered, "That's the idea."
With that remark, he began fucking her earnestly.
"Not so fast, lover. We've got a long time to spend together. Besides, didn't Beverly ever teach you that the best fuck was a slow fuck?"
"Beverly? Who's Beverly?" he asked with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head.
CHAPTER 7
At that moment Beverly was the star attraction in the middle of a mattress on the top floor of a Waikiki hotel.
"Oh my god!" she moaned in ecstasy, writhing about while Jennifer continued to lick her vagina. The blonde had been licking her for over an hour- not stopping for so much as a thirty-second break. Beverly was beginning to think that she couldn't take much more. Not only were her thighs sore from having been spread apart for such a long time, but she seriously worried about losing consciousness after having had an endless series of orgasms. Her heart was literally pounding in her chest from all of the exertion.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Jennifer lifted her cum-smeared face from between the widespread thighs and asked, "Have you ever tasted yourself, Bev?"
It had been so long since she had heard another person's voice in the room that it took her by surprise. When she realized that she had been spoken to, she answered, "No. I haven't."
"Here, let me give you a sample." Jennifer lifted her body and brought herself face-to-face with the pretty, albeit, exhausted brunette.
"Hi!" Jennifer said in a cute voice.
"Hi!" replied Beverly naively, grateful that the countless orgasms were subsiding.
Jennifer moved her body from side-to-side and said, "I love the feel of your titties as they're pressed against mine."
"Mmm! Yes. It feels very nice."
"Nicer than a man's?"
"Somewhat." replied Beverly. "Although I kind of like the feel of a man's chest hair. It tickles my nipples when he's atop me."
"We don't need chest hair to do that," Jennifer said with a soft tone of voice. "I can tickle your titties for you." She reached up and began to lightly stroke the underside of each breast.
Beverly laughed as she felt the fingers caressing her breast flesh. "Oh Jennifer! Stop that. Stop that I say. It tickles."
"That's what I told you."
"Tee hee hee hee."
Jennifer continued to play with the breasts for a few moments before getting up on the brunette's body and squatting down. Her buttocks rested upon Beverly's breasts, squashing them. "Now, it's your turn to do me."
A worried look crossed Beverly's pretty face and a frown appeared on her lips. "I've never done this before."
"Don't worry. Take your time. Go slow. And pretend that you're having the most delicious meal in the world."
Beverly rested her arms atop the blonde's thighs and looked up at her. "I have to confess that I've changed my mind about the vagina. I now admit that it is a lovely piece of anatomy."
"And so functional too," added Jennifer. "Not only is it perfect for popping babies out, but also for allowing penises in."
"Tee hee!" Beverly giggled. "And what about tongues?"
"I don't know," the blonde said with a teasing and loving smile. "Why don't you try to see if yours fits?"
The brunette beauty stared at the one-eyed monster situated only a few scant inches in front of her face. It seemed to be calling her, beckoning her, and coaxing her onward. It looked friendly and affectionate. She figured that she couldn't go wrong if she only gave a tentative lick.
She closed her eyes and began to bring her face forward.
Jennifer looked down at her and said, "No, no, no, Beverly. You must keep your eyes open at all times during this introduction to cunnilingus."
"Why?"
"Because you must memorize the shape and contour of my pussy-as you must all the pussies that you will encounter in your life."
"What makes you think that I'll encounter others besides yours?"
"Because they're like Lay's Potato Chips: nobody can eat just one."
Beverly giggled. This time when she brought her face forward she kept her eyes open. She saw the female gash grow larger and larger as her eyes came closer and closer to their objective. The pussy was like a tractor beam. It was pulling her inward of its own hypnotic power. She couldn't stop no matter what!
At long last her pretty lips brushed the blonde pubic hair.
"Ahhh! That a way, Beverly. Good girl. Now inhale and smell my fragrance. I want you to always remember me."
The brunette breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the scent of another woman's private parts. "Oh my! You smell so good."
"That's because my vagina is frothing with secretions just for you," she said proudly. "Now, stick out your tongue and taste me."
"Oh dear," said the shapely brunette with a worried expression on her face. "I don't know if I'm ready for this."
"Sure you are. Just stick out that little pink tongue of yours and lap away. Pretend that it's a hot summer day and that my pussy is a scoop of strawberry ice cream-and it's all for you. You'll be amazed at how quickly you get the hang of things."
Beverly looked at the gash and noticed the clitoris wiggling back and forth. "Not only is it a scoop of ice cream, but there's a cherry on top."
Jennifer laughed and spread her thighs that much wider. "Come on, now. It's time for your first lesson in tongue-dipping."
The shy brunette delved right in, taking a huge dip. "Oh wow! This doesn't taste bad at all. Not at all." Soon she was lapping away like a Palm Beach housewife. She was going after that cunt juice like a Brooklyn hooker going after cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" moaned Jennifer as she felt Beverly enter her again and again.
"Am I doing it right?" asked the pretty brunette.
"Honey, anyone who can make me groan like that is most definitely doing it right. Oh! Oh! Oh!"
CHAPTER 8
While Jennifer was moaning "Oh! oh! Oh!" from a bout of cunnilingus, Connie was in the middle of a good old traditional American fuck.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned as Doug hammered away in her.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" he asked.
"No way. You must remember that a woman's vagina is a lot tougher than a lot of men realize. After all, through that opening pops human life."
He suddenly got a worried look on his face and he stopped pumping.
"Something wrong, darling?" she asked.
"I'm not using any protection, are you?"
She giggled. "Don't worry. I had my tubes tied a long time ago."
"I didn't know that."
"I figured that I liked making love a lot more than I liked making babies, so I chose to tie the knot that really lasts."
"I'm sorry, and I'm glad."
"Sorry? Why?"
"Every woman should have a child."
"Oh bullshit. You've been reading too many romance novels. Read more fuck books and you'll get your mind back to reality. By the way, you're doing a tremendous job of pleasing me."
"Have you ever had it better?" he asked with a measure of pride.
"I said that you're good, Doug. I didn't say that you were the greatest. You could use a little more training with a woman like me. I'd teach you every trick in the book."
"I'd like to get a glimpse of that book."
"Stick around and you'll get more than a glimpse. You'll get the whole fucking volume-from A to Z. Ahhhh!"
"Am I getting better?" he asked.
"You know it, darling. In only a matter of a few weeks you'll be as good as a New Orleans jazz musician."
That stimulated Doug to thrust even more vigorously.
"Easy baby," she said. "Remember what I told you: take it slow."
He laughed. "I swear, you sound as though you know as much about sex as Dr. Ruth."
"Ha! I know a hundred times more than her. In fact, I've forgotten more about sex than she's ever learned."
"That sounds like a fairly conceited statement."
"It's a fact," Connie replied as she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock to underscore her point.
"Oooh! I believe! I believe!" He continued to fuck away without missing a beat.
They didn't converse for a period of approximately five minutes. During this period they simply grunted, groaned, and moaned as they satisfied each other's lust. The only other sounds in the room were of their reproductive organs slipping and sliding against each other.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
When he was finally dripping with perspiration and covered with sweat he said, "Honey, oh! I think I'm about ready to come."
"Not yet," she replied in a commanding and authoritarian tone.
"But ...I ...I can't hold it."
"I'll help you," she said as she tightened her vaginal muscles so much that it felt as if she were wrapping a tourniquet around his pecker.
"Damn! How do you manage to do that?"
"I'm good, aren't I?"
"Aw shit! I'll say."
"Better than your wife?"
"I'll say."
"Deeper than your wife?"
"Yes."
"Tighter than her?"
"Yes. Much. Please loosen your vaginal grip. I feel like ...I'm going to die."
"Ah! What a way to go. I can't think of anything better," she said as she slowly loosened her grip.
"Ahhh! I'll say."
"I think that you need to teach your wife a few of these tricks."
"I know that I do."
"You've never fucked around on her, have you?"
"No."
"Why not? There's plenty of choice pussy out there-especially for someone who is physically fit and has good looks like you."
"I guess that I'm just an old-fashioned guy." He worked his cock all the way back against her cervix, keeping in there while he added, "I take my marriage vows seriously. I truly do believe in 'til death do you part'."
"Do you still believe that?" Connie asked as she moved her pelvis in a circular motion, making his dick feel as if it were screwing into the neck of a rotating wine bottle.
"Er ...maybe I have changed my mind-especially considering the fact that Beverly is fucking around on the side."
"Good boy. I'm glad to see that you've come around to being a 1990's kind of guy.
CHAPTER 9
At that moment, Beverly wasn't exactly fucking around with another guy.
Oh sure, she was spread-eagled in the nude in the middle of a bed in a Honolulu hotel room, but she didn't have a penis stuck in her cunt. Far from it. Instead, she had a twelve-inch black dildo moving around and around in her honeypot.
And Jennifer was the one who was moving it leisurely in and out of the love tunnel. "How does it feel, darling?" she asked.
"Oooh! I didn't know that an inanimate object could provide such delight."
"Well, this is the latest model. It's made in Holland of the finest Malaysian rubber, complete with its own heater and electronic pulsing mechanism."
"The only thing that it lacks is a man's body to go with it."
"Mmm, darling," Jennifer said as she leaned over and kissed the brunette on the lips. "Wouldn't you say that I'm better than a man?"
Beverly wrapped her arms around the blonde's sexy body and whispered, "Yes, yes. Oh yes."
"After all, I have a pair of nice titties for you to suck, and a pretty pussy for you to lick. What could be better?"
"Ohhh! Nothing I suppose. Nothing. It's just that I'm so confused. I can't believe all that has happened to me in the past few hours. I got off of the plane as a perfectly happy heterosexual housewife. Now, I don't even know what I am." She kissed Jennifer fully on the lips. "What am I? Bisexual, heterosexual, or lesbian?"
"You're a contemporary American woman- that's what you are."
"But am I lesbian?"
"You're simply a normal female. The only difference between you and the righteous woman sitting in the church pew is that you've had the opportunity and the courage to expand your sexual horizons. If they had had the same opportunities and the same amount of courage as you, they too would have done the same thing. You've learned that you can share physical love with a woman as much as you can with a man. You've learned that kissing and licking a pussy may not be a substitute for nibbling and sucking on a cock, but it does have its own rewards. And you've learned to reject the silly notion that there is something inherently wrong with spreading your thighs for another female and allowing her to dabble in your honey pot. Not only is it not wrong, it's perfectly natural."
"Is it?"
"Of course. Haven't you ever seen a dog or a cat clean itself? They're always sticking their noses and tongues on their genitals."
"But they're animals!" the brunette said with some alarm.
"So are we. The genetic code and DNA tell us so. Our only problem is that we tend to believe that we're not. We tend to think that we're somehow different than all of the other mammals-as if the male human doesn't have a penis, and the female doesn't have a vagina. We forget that we have a libido just like the other animals. We need sex just as much as they do. Maybe more, since we don't have an estrous cycle. Unfortunately we've invented religions and politics that place man on a pedestal. He's not. He's simply the latest concoction of the DNA molecule."
While Jennifer spoke, she expertly moved the dildo in and out of Beverly's lovehole.
The brunette watched the dildo maneuver around and said, "If you keep churning like that, you're going to make a pound of cheese."
Jennifer smiled. "I'll look forward to sampling vaginal cheese. Maybe we could market it."
"It'll probably be a big hit with the men."
"Don't forget ...we women like the taste too."
Beverly laughed. "Yes. We could have Longhorn Vaginal, Colby Vaginal, Monterey Jack Vaginal ... the possibilities are endless."
"A wine and cheese party would take on a whole new meaning."
Beverly leaned back and closed her eyes. She couldn't remember a more peaceful time in her life. Everything seemed to be so blissful and calm. Everything was glorious. She wished that she could remain in Hawaii forever-just lying back in the nude and having a good friend worm a dildo into her pussy all day long.
She stretched her legs wide in an attempt to get Jennifer to wedge more of the object into her crotch. She spread her thighs so wide that the tendons were prominently displayed at the juncture of her legs. She was hungry for that dildo to do its thing. She craved it. She yearned for it. She decided that the moment she got home she would purchase one for her personal use. It fit her criteria of a practical expenditure. After all, if she owned one she could sit back, watch the VCR, and play with her dildo.
Jennifer looked up at her and smiled. "What are you thinking, darling?"
"Oh nothing much. Just how nice it is to be here with you. I'm trying to imagine our pioneer ancestors sitting around the camp fire using a dildo on each other. Do you think they did?"
"Perhaps not a dildo. Maybe a rolling pin or something similar-like a broom handle."
"Do you really think that they had unbridled sex?"
"Of course. Where do you think all of those young Americans came from?"
Beverly giggled. She could feel a surge of sensation starting to emanate from her crotch. It was apparent that the dildo was working its magic on her. The continuous in and out motion had lit her fuse and was about to send her over the edge. She watched the object move in and out of her snatch. "Oh my!" she sighed.
"Do you feel it coming, darling?" asked Jennifer as she continued to plunge the object into Beverly's small gaping opening.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Don't you dare. I'll kill you if you do."
"Goodness, you sound as if you've become just as depraved as me. I suppose that is what a dildo in the right hands can do to a woman."
Although Beverly had had countless orgasms from Jennifer's tongue, this particular one felt differently. She could tell that it was going to be a dambuster. More than just the clitoris was involved. This time it seemed like her entire reproductive system was about to explode like a Fourth of July fireworks display. Everything from her ovaries to her fallopian tubes.
She fell back and clutched the covers of the bed. She held on tightly as she felt it approach. It resembled a locomotive barreling down the tracks of her vagina. It was akin to the tidal wave generated by the explosion of Krakatoa. It was like a meteor crashing through the heavens of her lower belly.
"Arrrrggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while her body lunged and rolled atop the mattress Torrents of cum seemed to surge out of her vagina, causing her to uncontrollably bounce and toss in various directions.
"Well I think that the time has come to get a man, don't you?" asked Jennifer as she pulled the dripping dildo out of Beverly's gash.
"A ...a ...man? What do you mean?" the brunette asked, unable to think clearly after her tremendous orgasm.
"You know, one of those humans who have a real live penis dangling between their legs. C'mon. Let's go down to the beach and find one."
"But ...but ...but ..."
"Now, now. Don't be shy."
"But ...haven't I had enough sex for one day?"
"What a ridiculous thing to say. There's no such thing as too much sex. Don't forget, you've got a lot of catching up to do."
"But ...not all in one day!"
"Once we find the proper man, you'll be rarin' to go again. Just wait and see. Now, up and at 'em. We've got to get you looking presentable."
Jennifer pulled Beverly to her feet, kissed her on the lips, and helped her take a shower.
Within the hour they were out on the beach, sitting in some loungers and looking for a stud. Beverly still wasn't too keen to this idea. She was already feeling a bit whorish from all of the sex and all of the orgasms, but at least the shower had revived her and made her feel refreshed. And the warmth of the sun felt good on her skin, making her glad that she was in Hawaii and on vacation.
"How about that tall fellow over there?" asked Jennifer, pointing to a man standing beside a swaying palm tree.
"I could never do anything with him. I don't like blonds."
"I resent that. After all, I'm a blonde."
"I don't mean you, silly," said Beverly with a teasing smile.
"Apology accepted." Jennifer scanned the beach and said, "How about that Japanese businessman?"
"How do you know that he's Japanese and that he's a businessman?"
"They're the only Orientals that you see in Hawaii. And businessmen are the only ones who have any sex appeal. Japanese engineers need to leave their calculators at home if they want to score with the babes. So, do you want him?"
"No. He's too short."
"All right. How about that black fellow?"
Beverly looked to where Jennifer was pointing and exclaimed, "Oh no!"
"Why not?"
"I ...I ...just couldn't. Not with him. No way"
"You're not a racist, are you?"
"No, no, nothing like that."
"Then why not?"
Beverly leaned over the arm of her lounger and whispered, "Because that's the same man who accosted me in the elevator."
"Hey! That's a good sign. It means that he's probably already hot for your body."
"No no. I don't want him."
Jennifer looked in his direction and waved.
"Don't do that," said Beverly with a very concerned look on her face. "You'll only encourage him to come over and talk to us."
"That's the idea," Jennifer replied. "Besides, he's staring straight at your crotch. I'm willing to bet that he has a hard-on at this very minute, and that it's just rarin' to go."
"I don't want him to touch me again," Beverly said adamantly.
"You really do sound as if you're prejudiced?"
"I told you that I'm not."
"Good. We should get him. I bet that he has a big dick between his legs."
Beverly rolled her eyes in her head. "I don't know if I'm ready for this. I mean, only a few hours ago I had never even had an affair. But since I've arrived here at this hotel I've had cunnilingus, performed cunnilingus, and experimented with dildos until I came literally dozens of times. Now I find out that you want me to make love with a member of another race. I declare! If I didn't know better I'd swear that you were trying to turn me into a slut."
Jennifer giggled. "And what a pretty slut you'd make. Now, let's quit talking and get that black adonis over here."
Willy saw the blonde beauty signal him. He smiled. He recognized the woman sitting beside her as the one he had talked to earlier in the elevator.
He admired her long sexy legs as she reclined in her lounger. Her right leg was drawn up slightly so that her knee was bent. In this position he could scan the inner thigh flesh of her left leg.
Everything about her legs was sexy. The graceful sweep of her under-thighs, the svelte lines of her calves, and even the sensual angles of her heels and ankles.
He liked to imagine himself as a little leprechaun walking between those thighs and playing with her pussy. He bet he could get a rise out of her that way.
He saw the blonde signaling him to come over. He didn't know if he were being set up or not. After all, that brunette hick had told him earlier where to get off.
Nevertheless, he figured that he should at least check them out. They really were a couple of lovely honeys. He stepped over and said, "Hello ladies. Anything that I can do for you?"
"Hi there," said Jennifer with a broad beaming smile. "My friend here says that she met you earlier. Is that right?"
"Yes it is. I saw her on the elevator and told her that she had lovely legs."
"That's not all you said," replied Beverly assertively.
"What else did you say?" asked Jennifer.
"I told her that she also had a pair of lovely breasts and a lovely derriere."
"I think that you used the term 'ass' earlier," Beverly said, correcting him.
"I might have in my haste. If so, I apologize. I was merely enthralled by your lovely body."
"Are you a local?" asked Jennifer.
He sat down on the empty lounger beside them and said, "No. I'm here from Atlanta for a little rest and relaxation-and whatever else might come my way." He looked at the blonde levelly so that she wouldn't mistake his subtle hint.
Jennifer smiled. She caught his gist. "Oh, and what else were you expecting?" She batted her eyelashes.
"I was hoping on meeting two beautiful white angels. One with brunette hair, and one with blonde, and both having bodies which one would describe as 'poetic'."
Beverly rolled her eyes. "Hmph! How many times have you used that line?"
He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "A few hundred. But I never really meant those words until right now."
Jennifer sighed. "You know all the right things to say, don't you?"
"Do I?" he asked as he again looked her levelly in the eyes.
"You're melting my heart with that sweet come-hither look."
"I was hoping to melt something else."
"Like the little furrow between my thighs?" said Jennifer as she rolled the tip of her tongue along her lower lip.
"You can read my mind."
"I don't believe you two," said Beverly angrily. "I'm going to take a dip in the pool. You can stay here and drool over each other-but leave me out of it." She grabbed her beach towel, hurried over to the edge of the pool, and dove in.
Willy sighed. "I think she's still mad at me for feeling her ass in the elevator" he said as he watched her disappear beneath the surface of the water.
"Nonsense," said Jennifer. "She's afraid of herself."
"What do you mean?"
"I think that she's aroused in your presence and that she doesn't know how to handle it. After all, she's grown up in a society where nice little white women from the suburbs aren't supposed to crave hard black cock."
He looked at Jennifer and smiled. "I like the way you think, lady. How about going upstairs and getting it on with me?"
"In due time, my good man. But I wouldn't want to have a party without Beverly, would you?"
His eyes lit up and his eyebrows rose. "Are you referring to an orgy?"
"Nothing that large. Just a little threesome. You, me, and her," she said, pointing to Beverly as the curvaceous brunette executed another perfect dive into the pool.
"Will she go for it?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course. I talked her into having sex with me earlier."
He looked at Jennifer with a measure of concern. "You're not a lesbo, are you?"
"No. I'm just your average everyday horny American female who can't resist having sex with a handsome man-like you-nor a beautiful woman like Beverly."
He remembered the brunette's shyness from the elevator. "How did you get her to participate? She seems like an innocent straight out of the barnyard of an Iowa farm."
"It's true that she's about as innocent as they come, but there are ways to get people to do as you please."
"Are you a Svengali?"
"I guess that you might say I have the ability to persuade."
"I guess so," he said with a chuckle. "You've certainly persuaded me that you'd be a top-notch piece of ass."
"Flattery will get you everything."
They sat side by side for a while and watched Beverly swim. As she splashed around in the water, Jennifer leaned over and whispered in Willy's ear, "She has the nicest pair of knockers and the prettiest nipples that you've ever seen."
"They look like top-notch stuff from here."
"Just wait until you see her without her swim suit. She's got tits that could make a centerfold salivate. Nice and firm, too."
"You're giving me a hard-on."
"Good. That gives me all the more reason to continue talking about her body."
He laughed. "You must have learned how to converse by sitting around a sailor's bar in the Philippines."
"It's funny that you should say that, because I used to get fucked by a Seventh Fleet sailor when I was a teenager. Whenever he came home on leave he would always have a hard-on waiting for me."
"I've got one waiting for you right now."
"You certainly know the right things to say to a girl."
Just then, Beverly got out of the pool and stepped over to grab a towel. As she bent over her ass pressed outward against the thin material of her swim suit. Willy nearly had a heart attack as he watched the firm globes of her buttocks stretch the fabric until the vertical crack of her ass was plainly visible. Although he had a hard-on before, now it started to throb unmercifully. He worried that he would shoot a wad of semen right through his shorts and into the air.
Jennifer saw his reaction to the sight in front of them. She started giggling. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I bet that she's cherry in the rear."
"I bet she is too," Willy said.
"I bet that she's never had a black dick in her cunt before, either."
He smacked his lips when he heard that. Nothing was more fun than introducing a lovely white woman to the joys of interracial sex. And the prettier that the woman was, the more he enjoyed it.
"Whew!" gasped Beverly as she came back from her swim. "I feel good after that dip in the pool."
Willy wanted to know what she would say after he dipped his dick in her. He looked at her and remarked, "You look like a professional. Did you used swim on a team?"
"Hardly," she laughed. "I just like to swim, that's all. Always have."
For some reason water always made a woman's body look better than it already looked. Even though Beverly would rate a "10" in any man's book, the fact that she had a thin film on moisture covering her skin made her that much more appealing.
Her breasts were that much more scrumptious. Her legs were that much more lean and sexy. Her ass was that much more shapely-especially considering the fact that the swim suit had ridden up between the crack of her ass so that the globes of her buttocks were that much more visible.
Jennifer looked at her and said, "You're getting a little too much sun, Beverly. We better get back to our room."
The brunette beauty grabbed her things, looked at large black man and said, "Well, it was nice to meet you. Bye bye."
Jennifer turned to her and said, "I hope that you don't mind, but I've invited Willy up for a treat."
"Er ..." was all that Beverly managed to reply before she followed them.
When they were all in the elevator Jennifer asked, "So, what did you do to her earlier, Willy?"
"You mean when I first saw her?"
"Yes."
"I simply complemented her on how lovely she was."
"Does she look prettier now than before?"
"Oh yea," he said. "I had complemented her on her legs before, but now I can see them all the way to her crotch. She really does have a dynamite pair."
Beverly turned to him and exclaimed, "Would you stop it! I feel self-conscious whenever anyone talks about my body."
"That's obviously your Midwestern upbringing coming through," said Jennifer.
"Now stop that. There's nothing wrong with being from the Midwest."
"Of course there isn't-as long as you shed some of that propriety whenever you take a vacation to a hedonist paradise like Hawaii."
"Hmm!" Beverly groaned. At least she was grateful that the black man wasn't feeling her buttocks.
They stepped off the elevator, walked down the hallway, and came to the door of the room. "Come on in, Willy," said Jennifer with a wink and a shake of her ass. "Join us."
Beverly didn't like the idea of inviting him inside, but she didn't say anything. After all, if her roommate wanted him present, who was she to protest?
"I'm going to change," she said as she stepped towards the bathroom.
"Why don't you just change right here?" asked Jennifer.
The brunette beauty couldn't believe her ears. "Why! Because there's a man present."
"He won't see anything that he hasn't seen on a thousand other women. Go ahead. Be brave. Go Hawaiian."
The pretty brunette felt as if she were being challenged. Well ha! She would show her roommate who had guts. She reached up and quickly peeled off the top of her suit.
"Wow!" said Willy with a whistle. "She does have nice tits."
"I told you so," said Jennifer.
Beverly was suddenly angry. "Is this what this is about? Is this the 'treat' that you promised him? You merely wanted me to take off my clothes so that you ...you ...could have a glimpse of my body?"
"Oh Bev! When are you going to realize that you have a very nice body and that you should display it more often."
"Oh how vile! Oh how wicked! Oh how disgusting! Do you want to see my body-is that what you want! All right! All right! Damn it! Here it is. Take a good look!" She hurriedly peeled off her swim suit, cast it aside, and stood completely naked in the very center of the room. She stood up straight, put her hands on her hips, and yelled, "Take a good long look, you voyeurs. Get an eyeful! Because this is the only time that either of you will ever see it again!"
"She's even better looking than I imagined," said Willy in a calm voice.
"And aren't those the most perfect tits that you've ever seen?" asked Jennifer, taking no note of Beverly's outrage.
The pretty brunette suddenly had second thoughts about discarding her clothing. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all. She had heard rumors that black men couldn't control themselves in the presence of naked white women. Their hormones rose to dangerously high levels. She wondered if Willy was having that kind of a reaction. Were his balls boiling and his sperm rising?
Self-consciously, she put her hands in front of her pussy in a vain attempt to shield it from view.
"Don't do that, doll," said Jennifer. "It looks so cute just standing out there all alone. C'mon. Don't be shy. Show it to Willy. You said that we could get an eyeful."
"Come on over here and let me touch it, honey," Willy said in a pleasant voice. "I'm not going to hurt it, honest."
Incredibly, Beverly removed her hands as a protective cover and began walking toward the handsome black man. She couldn't figure out why she was behaving so strangely in the presence of these people. She should be revolted at her lewd actions. It was totally uncharacteristic of her upbringing to act in a vulgar manner.
And yet, she had just stripped off her clothes and had stood in the middle of the room displaying herself. And now, she was about to let another man touch her pussy-even though she was a married woman!
She wondered if there was something the matter with the water in the hotel. The management might have added an aphrodisiac! Maybe subliminal messages were being sent through the Muzak in the elevator.
"C'mon! Just a little closer," said Willy.
She obliged. She wanted to have her pussy touched. It was throbbing and needed attention. She was happy to present it to him.
When she was very close, he reached out and put his hand on it. When he saw that she wasn't pulling away, he began to lightly stroke it. "Very nice. Very nice indeed. You should be proud to have such a pretty pussy. Most women don't."
He lied. After all, he had never seen a pussy that he didn't like.
Beverly watched as he stroked her Mound of Venus. "I know that I have a pretty pussy. That's what Jennifer told me. She said that they're either too hairy, or too bald. By mine is just right."
"Spread your thighs a little. I want to feel more of it."
She knew that she shouldn't listen to him, but she spread her thighs anyway. After all, he seemed like a nice enough fellow.
"Oh my!" she gasped as she felt the first contact of his flesh against hers.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"I didn't expect you to put ...your finger ...into me."
"I just wanted to see if you were tight." He wiggled his digit around in her love orifice for a few minutes.
She watched him with curiosity. "Well, am I?"
"You're tight, all right, but not as tight as I thought. Does your husband have a big penis?"
She blushed, "I guess. His is the only one that I've ever seen."
"How long is it?"
"Oh really! I've never measured it."
"Show me with your hands," Willy asked.
She lifted her hands so that they were level with her succulent titties. She then moved her palms apart from each other until approximately nine inches separated them.
Willy nodded appreciatively. "That's a fairly good size for a pecker, but it's nothing compared to this." He pulled down his trunks and displayed his enormous ebony cock.
To say the least, she was utterly flabbergasted by this vulgar action, but she was equally astounded by the immense size of his reproductive organ. She had heard women tell stories about men having foot-long cocks, but she never really believed them. Such dimensions just didn't seem possible. But here-right in front of her very own eyes-was a cock which could have belonged to Goliath.
"What do you think?" he asked while holding it, yet without removing his finger from her honey pot.
"It's very big," she said with a stupid smile. She noticed that he couldn't even get his fingers around it.
"If you're curious-it's almost thirteen inches long when it's fully erect. I measured it with a yardstick."
"Wow!"
"I think that it's still growing, because a few years ago it was only twelve inches long."
"Wow!"
Beverly was still amazed by the dimensions of the now throbbing cock, which was only a few inches away from her lovely body. It looked so menacing sticking up in the air like that, bobbing back and forth and pulsing with sexual passion. It resembled a snake or a serpent from the underworld. "I don't think that all of it would fit inside of me."
She couldn't figure out why she had said that.
"It's interesting that you should mention that, because I was about to suggest that we try."
"Oh my!" she gasped. "Thanks, but I'm married."
"Now Beverly," said Jennifer. "You don't want to go back to that small Midwestern town that you hail from and not have an affair to tell about, do you?"
"But ...but ...my marriage vows."
"Marriage vows! No one believes in them anymore. Besides, your pussy is just begging for cock. Look at how wet and slippery it has become in only the last few minutes."
Beverly didn't have to look. She could feel how wet and slick it had become. That big black finger moving in and out of her honey pot was turning it into a miniature swamp. It was wetter than when the dildo was in her. It was even wetter than when Jennifer's tongue was in her. Goodness! She wondered what that big fat black penis of his would do.
Willy was wondering approximately the same thing. Except he was imagining what her cunt might feel like wrapped around his immense cock. He loved the feel of pussy. As far as he was concerned there wasn't a better feeling in all the world. The moisture. The suction. The warmth. The slickness.
Mmm! Mmm! It was finger-lickin' good.
"Hey you two," said Jennifer. "Why are you so quiet? Cat got your tongue?"
Without taking his eyes off of Beverly, Willy said, "I was merely wondering about how deep her vagina might be."
Jennifer smiled broadly and said, "Well, I say that it's time that we test her." She stepped over and stood beside Beverly. "C'mon roommate. It's time to have your honey pot checked."
"What are you going to do-use a yardstick?" Beverly asked.
"No need to do that, honey," said the horny blonde. "Willy has already measured his cock. We'll just use that as a gauge."
Things were becoming clear in Beverly's mind. She could easily see that the large black man wanted to make love to her. It was written all over his face and imprinted on his cock. She knew that she should resist, but found it utterly impossible. In many ways, she wanted it to happen. She needed it. She yearned for it.
But should she-or, shouldn't she?
Jennifer saw the dilemma that the pretty brunette was having, so she said, "It's not uncommon for women to have an affair nowadays. In fact, it's the norm. According to the latest Hite Report, over seventy percent of married women have extramarital affairs. And nearly ninety-seven percent of women who come to Hawaii without their husbands do."
"Really?" Beverly asked in disbelief.
Jennifer had fabricated the statistic, but she had learned that percentages added validity to bullshit statements. "You see, everyone is screwing around."
It was Willy's turn to speak. "With that as your guide, why don't you bend down and give the tip of my cock a kiss?"
"Oh, I could never do that," Beverly said in a little girl tone of voice.
Jennifer said, "Sure you can. Just pretend that it's a great big dark lollipop and that it's got your name written all over it."
The brunette looked down at the massive organ. She focused her eyes on the peehole. Across the head of his cock she thought that she could see the name "Beverly" flashing in neon.
She shook her head. Of course she was imagining things. No human penis could be electrically wired for a neon sign. The more that she looked at it, the harder it was to focus her attention on other things. Indeed, the great big dark lollipop seemed to be calling her name.
She leaned over to examine it more closely. Darn, if it didn't look just as appetizing as that ebony dildo.
The memory of that dildo brought a surge to her heart. That wondrous object made of the finest Malaysian rubber and the best in electronic wizardry, had provided her with nothing but the most exquisite sensations between her thighs.
She was beginning to think along new lines. If a large inanimate object could bring her such delights, imagine what a large animate object could bring!
Of her own free will, she leaned over gave the tip of Willy's dick a gentle and quick kiss. After all, she didn't want to go overboard with this sort of thing. "There. I did it," she said proudly.
"Oh come on" Willy said, wagging his organ at her. "You can do better than that. Give it a really big kiss. Gobble it up. Wrap those pretty pink lips of yours around it and suck."
"Well, if you insist." Once again the pretty brunette bent over and gave the mighty shaft a kiss. This time she made sure to open her mouth wider so that she could get more of it inside.
The first thing that she noticed was the texture of the organ. She was surprised by the rubbery feel of it. It was very much like the dildo. She hadn't expected that.
Secondly, she was surprised by the warmth radiating from the flesh itself. She hadn't expected that either. That was very much unlike the dildo.
Incredibly, she found that she didn't want to pull her mouth away. She wanted to continue kissing the ebony shaft with her pretty pink lips for an indefinite period of time. It seemed that her lips and that shaft belonged together.
Reluctantly she lifted her head. "There. I did it-just the way you told me."
"You didn't suck on it like I asked you to," said Willy. "Now, get back to work."
Willingly, Beverly leaned over and went back to her task. This time she opened her mouth very wide, gobbling up several inches of his organ before she closed her jaws and began to suck.
She let her tongue rest on the underside of his penis as she began to bob her head up and down. She could feel her cheeks hollowing inward as she pulled her face away, and billowing outward as she drew back down the shaft towards his balls.
She puckered her lips in an attempt to feel as much of him in her mouth as possible. She wished that she could swallow the whole thing, but she knew that thirteen inches wouldn't fit in her gullet.
Once she established a rhythm, she found it easier to perform her task.
Willy looked down at her and smiled. He always found it satisfying to watch a woman perform fellatio on his enormous cock. And because Beverly was such a pretty thing, and this type of sex was new to her, it was that much more satisfying.
"Are you sure that you've never done anything like this before?" he asked.
"Mmmph!" she answered with her mouth stuffed full of black cock.
"I think she said, 'No'," laughed Jennifer.
"She sure could have fooled me. The woman is performing like a professional."
Beverly didn't know how to take that remark. She wasn't sure that she liked being compared to a hooker. After all, she had her pride.
"There's a little secret that you ought to know," said Willy. "Occasionally you should nibble on the cock."
She heard him and did as he requested.
"Ow!" he screamed. "I said nibble! Not bite. It's not a sausage, you know!"
She was genuinely sorry. She hadn't meant to harm him. Softly she began to gnaw on his cock with just the gentlest of motion.
"That's it," he sighed. "Oooh, baby! That's it. Now, keep that up while you suck." He leaned back and let her take command. He would simply enjoy the pleasant sensations while she labored.
Beverly was genuinely pleased with herself. She was satisfying a man who wasn't her husband. She was giving 'head'-and she was doing a good job of it. And she was satisfying a long-held curiosity about the taste of cock.
As she bobbed her head back and forth, she noticed that the cock began to expand. The skin around the outside of the shaft became drawn and very tight. The veins along the sides of it began to bulge and became quite hard. The head of the cock itself swelled until it was the size of a tennis ball and filled her entire mouth.
"Ooooh!" groaned Willy as he reached down and held her head between his mammoth hands.
She became acutely aware of his musky scent. It permeated the entire region between his muscular thighs. She noticed that he smelled differently than her husband. Doug had more of a refined smell that one would encounter in a library. Whereas Willy had the scent of the earth on his skin.
She reached up between his legs and accidentally brushed her knuckles against his low-slung sac. She kept her hand there and gently felt his balls. She was amazed at their size. They were three times that of her husband's!
She began to wonder why they were so large. Perhaps it meant that they contained three times the amount of semen. Or maybe semen production progressed geometrically rather than arithmetically. If that were the case, then those balls could really blast away with some astronomical quantities of sperm!
She began to feel enormously turned on. She could barely control the seepage of love secretions out of her vagina. The entire lower half of her body was alive with want and desire. She had never been so hungry for sex before. Her lower abdomen was afire!
She continued to minister to the black joystick wedged in her mouth. She eagerly ran her soft tongue back and forth, no longer content to just lave the underside.
"Ohhh!" moaned Willy as he unconsciously began to push his pelvis back and forth.
Beverly sensed that his pelvic actions were involuntary, but she couldn't be sure. After all, until this very moment he had seemed so controlled and sure of himself.
She began to feel a sense of womanly pride. She now knew that she had accomplished that miraculous feat of having control over a man. She suddenly realized that in her mouth she held the power.
Damn! She felt good!
Meanwhile Jennifer was busy dabbling between her own thighs. The sight in front of her had turned her on so much, that she couldn't stand still. Thus, with the palm of her hand she began stroking her crotch. As the sensations began to travel through her body she began to rub the clitoris itself. Needless to say, the sensations became electric, coursing through her entire torso like a lightning bolt across the sexual heavens.
She couldn't get over how exciting it was to watch a white woman give a black man a blow job. Interracial sex was more of a turn-on than she could have imagined. She couldn't wait to see that dick burrowing away inside a pink pussy.
Furthermore, the couple looked as though they belonged together. Both were physically fit and lean. There wasn't a pound of excess fat between the two of them. They were sleek. They were elegant. They were exquisite.
In other words, everything was shapely and extremely fuckable.
He began breathing hard. "Ah, babe! I think you better stop now."
She didn't pay any attention. She had found a new pastime and she was enjoying it immensely.
"Ahhh! I said that you better stop."
She continued to suck away. She knew where her mouth belonged. She wasn't going to take it off of his meatstick for anything.
"If you don't stop ...ungh ...I'm going to shoot my wad."
She decided that she wouldn't mind that a bit. She had heard stories which said that semen was rich in protein and other nutrients.
"Stop! Now!" he shouted, reaching down and pulling her head off of his cock.
The prick fell from her mouth, leaving a thin strand of saliva trailing from her lower lip to the peehole. "What the ...! Wasn't ...I ...doing it right?" she asked.
"You were almost too good. Now get over there on the bed. It's time for you to get some cock."
Twenty-four hours earlier those words would have caused her to faint. But now they seemed to be the most wonderful words in the world. Without delay, she got up from the floor and hurried over to the bed. She lay down in the middle of the mattress and spread her legs as wide as she could. She rubbed her crotch with the palm of her hand and said, "Oh hurry, please, Willy. Please!"
He stepped over, looked at her, and smiled. He loved to see women who were in desperate need of cock. There was something magical in their expressions which sent his libido soaring. "You've got to say the magic word."
"Arrgh!" she screamed in anguish. "Now is no time for games. Please. Satisfy me."
"If you don't say the magic word, you won't get any of my cock."
A look of genuine grief crossed her face. The thought of not being stuffed with that meatstick was tormenting. "I ...I ...don't have the slightest idea what the magic word is."
He smiled down at her. "I'll give you a hint. It is used very often. It starts with an 'F' and ends with a 'K'."
She caught the gist of his ribald humor as she continued to stroke her pubis. "I know what it is," she said with a smile.
"Say it then."
"It's 'fuck'."
He chuckled. "That's strange. I was thinking of the word 'flick'."
"Why you!" she said with a laugh.
He got on the mattress and positioned himself between her widespread thighs. He had to admit that the sight before him was one of utter beauty. Religious fanatics were wrong in showing pictures of redwood trees and mountain streams as wonderment of God. Instead, they ought to show images of beautiful women with their legs spread wide and their cunts gaping open. Now that was inspirational!
She had spread her legs so far apart that the tendons along her inner thighs stood out prominently. In fact, they looked as though they were painfully straining against the smooth flesh. The tendons themselves looked like tight cords pointing to the center of the universe.
He saw that her breasts and belly were moving up and down spasmodically, as if yearning for his entry. Even her labia seemed to be sucking in and out, begging for cock.
"Come on, Willy," she moaned in distress. "I played your silly game, now get on with it. Stuff me. Fill me."
"I just want to look at you for a while."
"Do that later, please," she said in wanton lust. "I need you now."
He got between her thighs, placing his hands on her knees. "Take hold of my cock. I want you to put it between the lips of your cunt."
She eagerly did as she was told. She was thrilled by the fact that she was holding a penis which didn't belong to her husband. She was ecstatic that she was putting it in a spot which was normally reserved only for him. She was beginning to feel that sense of zip, zest, and zowie which she had yearned for.
"It looks so ...wonderful," she said as she attempted to wrap her fingers around it. She was immensely pleased to learn that it was impossible to do so.
"Wait till you feel it inside of you."
"Ohhh!" she moaned in bliss as she placed it between the gaping lips of her sex.
He saw that she had her tongue hanging out. A little drop of spittle was trickling out of the corner of her mouth even. Obviously, she was hotter for cock than any woman he had ever encountered.
"Oh do it to me!" she begged.
He couldn't wait another minute. He gently nudged his pelvis forward so that the tip of his black spear nestled between the pink folds of her pussy. Ever so slowly he pushed himself inward-just a millimeter at a time-savoring every second as each little nerve ending came into contact with more of her innermost flesh.
"Ahhh!" she sighed, throwing her head back against the pillow, so that the tendons in her neck stood out as prominently as those between her thighs.
When the crown of his cock was within her love tunnel, he paused and asked, "How do you like the new black model, sugar?"
"Oooh! I like it! I like it! Please give me more."
"Your wish is my command." With that, he pushed a couple of more inches into her.
"Ungh!" she grunted, feeling the first real pain since he had started his entry.
He knew that she would feel pain, but most women did because of his immense size. However, he knew that she would soon get used to it. They all did. Soon, her tunnel of love would be accommodating all of his width and girth with relative ease.
He pushed another couple of inches into her.
"Ungh! Hey! Stop! Stop! You have to give my vagina time to adjust."
He paused and looked down at her. She looked so lovely with her little dimples and her flushed skin color. He gave another shove and saw her bite her lower lip.
"Ohhh! Come on! Stop for a minute. I mean it. I'm not used to having someone as large as you inside of me."
"You should fuck around more often."
She smiled. "I haven't ever had a reason to before now."
He could see that she meant it. That was nice. She really was a very sweet woman. There weren't too many of them around anymore.
She looked up at him and asked, "Are you married, Willy?"
"I was-once."
"What happened?"
"The usual. She joined a church and the reverend got hot for her ass, so she started humping in the back pews. I came to choir practice one day and saw her doing it doggy style."
"You divorced her for committing adultery!" Beverly asked with a look of concern on her face, realizing that she was doing the very same thing to Doug.
Willy laughed. "I didn't care about her balling the reverend. She could have balled the entire congregation for all that I cared. After all, the more that a woman fucks around, the better she gets at fucking. What ended the marriage was the fact that she fell in love with the reverend. In other words, she divorced me."
"Oh!" said Beverly with a sigh of relief. She would have worried about a lapse in logic if he would have said that he divorced his wife on grounds of adultery, and yet had convinced herself into committing it.
He gave another shove, worming another few inches into her tight little hole.
"Ungh!" she grunted again.
"Are you all right?"
"I think so," she said as she adjusted the angle of her pelvis. "Or at least it's getting easier to bear."
"Good." With that, he shoved four inches into her at once.
"Ungh! Umph!" she gasped, her eyelids fluttering open and her pupils dilating as if a flashbulb had gone off in front of her face. She imagined that a rolling pen was being wedged into her snatch. "Now I know why they invented dildos," she said while panting for breath.
"Why?"
"So that a woman could get used to the size of her lover's cock."
"That sounds like a good enough idea to me." By this time he really wasn't listening to her. After all, once a man got most of his dick wedged into a pussy, he didn't really care about bullshit and chit-chat any longer. The only thing that mattered at a moment like this was the time-honored tradition of stroking and poking.
In other words, a man's dick truly was his conscience.
"Ohhh, Willy!" she sighed.
"Am I better than your husband?" he asked.
She didn't particularly like the fact that he was mentioning her husband at a time like this, but she admitted, "Yes! You're better than my husband."
"Have I touched you deeper?"
"Yes! Oh yes!"
Her cunt was stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before. She now felt a kinship with women who had delivered over-sized children- except that this experience was a lot more fun.
As she felt his cock brush against her cervix, she wondered what a child of their union might look like. If it were a girl, would it have her body? If it were a boy, would it have his cock?
"Mmmm!" she moaned.
He could tell that she was on a sexual high which she had never experienced before. She was on Cloud Nine. She was in Seventh Heaven. She was a grown-up Alice in a sexual Wonderland.
"Mmmm!" she moaned again.
She had never dreamed that sex could be so satisfying. She never knew that such exquisite delights could emanate from that little region down there between her thighs. From now on she would treat that region with a whole new sense of respect.
Instinctively she wrapped her long shapely legs around Willy's muscular torso. She wanted to hug him to her and never let him go. She wouldn't mind becoming permanently affixed to him-sort of like a Siamese twin attached to his cock, or a lichen to a rock.
She gently bit his shoulder. She did it with the intent of leaving a hickey. But then she remembered that he was black and that a hickey probably wouldn't show.
"Rotate your ass," he said. "What do you mean?"
"Come on. Put some gusto into that pretty pelvis of yours."
She lifted her ass off of the mattress and began to wiggle it from side to side. She immediately noticed new and gratifying sensations all along the length of her vagina. "Ohhh!" she sighed.
"You see. It makes a difference, doesn't it?"
"Wow! They ought to teach young girls about this in high school gym class. It would add a lot to all of those silly exercises involving gymnastics-especially those on the pommel horse."
Willy's cock gave an appreciative lurch. The thought of a pretty, teenage Beverly, with her young thighs spread wide and learning the intricate mechanics of high-class fucking, would have been a sight to behold.
She felt his cock expand slightly and wondered what kind of nasty thought was going through his mind. She grabbed hold of his muscular buttocks with her hands and the backs of her calves and urged him deeper into her. She wanted to feel every inch of his manhood.
He acknowledged her request by shoving his pelvis forward. His dick brushed her cervix and actually bent slightly as he forced himself upward and inward. He worried that he might split her in two, or that his cock just might poke right through to her bowels.
Because she had such a narrow waist, he could imagine his erection being visible as he wormed it into her-sliding back and forth beneath her belly button.
He looked down into her face again. She had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip. Every time he thrust into her deeply, she would bite her lip that much harder.
He leaned down and kissed her. He pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue inside.
"Mmmph!" she moaned as she felt his lingual appendage brush against her teeth.
He wasn't content to merely dabble about with his tongue. He rammed it deeply into her oral cavity-filling it completely. He wanted to imitate the actions of his cock as he moved it back and forth inside of her vagina.
Jennifer sat in a chair and watched the couple making love. She could see the large black penis sliding in and out of Beverly's vagina. The brunette's sex was now thoroughly covered with sexual lubricant and glistened in the light of the room like dew drops on the morning grass.
Occasionally, Jennifer could see their pubic hairs become entangled-his kinky black ones in her curly brunette ones. And she especially liked to see his black balls swing back and forth between her widespread peach-colored thighs.
Willy could feel the sperm in his testes beginning to boil with passion. He knew his little seeds were excited at the prospect of being shot into a willing white cunt. They seemed to shoot harder and further whenever they had a treat like this. Interracial sex seemed to stimulate their tiny thrusters.
"Ohhh!" Beverly moaned, shaking her head from side to side, disheveling her luxuriant hair. "Ohhhh!"
He could tell that he was sending her over the edge. If she weren't presently in a state of orgasmic release, she soon would be.
Indeed, she was very near the brink. All of her mental faculties were concentrated on that magical space between her thighs. Quenching the itch in her pussy was now the sole reason for her existence. She felt as if she had been born for this very moment.
She immediately realized that all of the feminists were wrong. Women were meant to be sexual objects. Getting fucked was the highlight of a woman's life. Women should be proud of their cunts. Those glorious organs kept the human race going. They were worthy of venerable respect.
"Mmmm!" she groaned again, nearing a state of sexual hysteria.
He slowed his onslaught. There was no point in driving her completely mad. He let his cock just rest in place for a moment while he allowed her to catch her breath.
He loved to look at her as she breathed. Her nostrils would expand and dilate tremulously. Her throat would constrict sensually. She would run her tongue around her lips sexily.
She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. She smiled. She realized that he was teaching her the art of fucking. She was now an eager learner. She was pleased that he was taking the time to teach her the ins and outs.
For some reason she noticed her nipples brushing against his chest hair. She was surprised to find that his hair was soft-not bristly like she had imagined. She was also surprised by the texture of his lips. They were fuller than her husband's, but they felt more sensual. "Is this what you hand in mind when you put your hand on my ass in the elevator?"
He kissed the tip of her pretty little nose and said, "Believe me, you've surpassed all of my carnal expectations."
She felt her heart beat unexpectedly. He kept surprising her with his gentleness. She swayed her pelvis back and forth a few times in appreciation.
"I like that," he replied.
"I'm glad."
Jennifer stepped over and lay down beside them. "So, how do you like him?" she asked.
Beverly smiled. "I like him a lot."
"And how do you like his cock?"
The brunette blushed. "I didn't realize that size could make such a difference, but it does. It really does."
Jennifer put her hand between their bodies and felt Beverly's taut abdominal muscles. "It's amazing how deep he can penetrate, isn't it?"
Again the brunette blushed as she felt her roommate's palm on her lower tummy. "Yes. For a while there I thought that his penis would start coming out of my throat."
"That would have been a sight to see," the blonde said with a broad beaming smile. "Sort of like a scene from Alien'."
Willy decided that the time had come to commence fucking again. Slowly he began to move his penis back and forth.
"Ohhh! Darling!" cooed Beverly as she rotated her pelvis in coordination with his. She didn't know how she would ever be able to go back to Doug and his five minute fucks. She would never be happy unless her lover was as good as Willy.
"Ungh!" she grunted as the exquisite sensations returned to her lower body.
Never before had she thought of the term "fuck" to describe the act of lovemaking. But Willy had taught her a whole new dimension of sexuality. The only term which accurately describe it was the word fuck. She now knew why the word was in such common usage. It was a beautiful word. It was a lovely word.
He smiled. He had seen this scene repeat itself many times. A demure women turning into a wanton slut once she got a taste of real sex. Truly, the sexual impulse was more powerful than social mores. Hedonism beat the smithereens out of puritanism any day of the week.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she continued to gasp.
"I don't intend to stop," he replied.
"Oh fuck! Don't ever! Oh fuck! Fuck me!"
He wished that he had a cassette player handy so that he could tape her pleadings. He would like to play them back to see her reaction.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
Jennifer leaned over and kissed her on the lips. At first, Beverly didn't know what was going on, but when she opened her eyes and saw the lovely blonde, she began kissing back. Soon, their tongues were intertwining with each other, dancing together.
Beverly began to regret that she had never fucked around before. To think, she could have been spreading her thighs for other men for the seven years of her marriage. She bet that she wouldn't have had a dull moment. She could have fucked the mailman and his substitute, all of those insurance salesmen, and the numerous Jehovah's Witnesses who had knocked on her door in the middle of the afternoon over the years.
She immediately dismissed the last group from consideration. They probably didn't know how to fuck. They probably didn't even know how to beat-off.
"Oh ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted.
Willy knew that her orgasm was on its way. Anytime that he got three successive "Unghs" out of a female, it meant that she was nearing the point of no return.
Sure enough ...
"Arrrrgggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs! She lunged and lurched her body in a thousand different contortions of lust. Her torso was bending every which way.
Willy hadn't yet blasted his semen into her hole, however. He was still holding back, even though he could feel millions upon millions of little sperm cells rising up from the base of his balls and hurrying up his shaft, getting ready to make a dash for paradise. They were yearning to swim freely inside the beautiful and curvaceous body of Beverly.
Willy was now pumping at his full capacity. He was expending thousands of calories of energy. It was for moments like this why he kept his body in tip-top shape. Especially his lower back muscles-they were working overtime.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
He felt as if he were an oil rig and he was drilling for oil-except that this oil was a lot more fun to play in.
Finally, he could contain himself no longer. His balls were ready to burst and his pecker was ready to squirt.
He rammed his dick all the way into Beverly's love tunnel, gripped her tightly around the waist, gritted his teeth, and let the viscous semen flow into her lovely white body.
He looked down at her at the moment he felt his sperm released. It was always a kick to see the reaction on a woman's face when she felt the enormous amount of joyjuice that he was capable of blasting into her.
Beverly was no exception. She had expected only a teaspoon full of semen to come out of his cock. But what she got was nearly a teacup full.
She gasped as she felt jet after jet blast into her.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"My god!" she exclaimed with startled eyes. "How much to you have in there?"
"Enough to keep a pretty woman like you coming back for more."
"I guess. It would take my husband over a year to manufacture that much."
"Not me. It only takes me several hours."
"How did you ever develop such a capacity?"
"I like to flick a lot."
"I guess," she moaned as she salaciously wiggled her pelvis from side to side.
And all the while he continued to ...
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
"He's amazing, isn't he?" asked Jennifer.
Beverly smiled and said, "Yes, he is. And he's very sweet too."
Willy felt his erection slowly subside. Within only a few minutes it had withered to such a point that it slipped out of her.
"Oh dear!" Beverly sighed. "I better get to bathroom. It feels like I've got a lake of sperm between my thighs."
"Don't bother to get up," Jennifer said. "I'll take care of you."
Beverly had no idea what her roommate was referring to. But soon the blonde was kissing her way down her body until she was positioned between her widespread thighs.
"You're not going to do what I think you're going to, are you?" Beverly asked.
"It's the best tasting stuff in the world," Jennifer said while smacking her lips and pressing them against the semen-soaked pubic region.
"Oh my god!" moaned Beverly-again in blissful ecstasy.
Jennifer went to work lapping away at the vagina, gobbling down great quantities of cum. At first, Beverly was repulsed by this sordid act, but the sensations were so pleasing that she quickly dismissed any moral objections.
CHAPTER 10
Meanwhile, back in Hickoryville, Connie had made supper for Doug.
"What's for dessert?" he asked.
"That's a silly question," she said.
"Why?"
"Because I am."
Immediately he got horny for her again. He grabbed her around the waist and said, "Come here, you. I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She tapped her finger against his chin and said, "Hmm! Will that be three times or four times that I've had my brains fucked out today?"
He lowered his lips and began sucking on the nipple of her left tit. "Who cares! Who's counting!"
She kissed him atop the head and asked "Doug, have you ever given it to Beverly up the ass?"
He lifted his face and laughed. "Are you kidding! If I were to suggest something like that to her she'd throw me out of the house and have me sleep in the backyard."
"Would you like to try it?"
A wicked grin crossed his lips. "Are you suggesting that we should?"
"Yes. I've got a naughty little itch back there around my sphincter muscle and there's only one thing which I know can cure it."
"Such as?"
"The nine-inch dick of my handsome next door neighbor."
She didn't need to say anymore. He picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. When she was in position in the middle of the bed she said, "By the way, I like it rough."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to tie my hands to the bedposts."
"Are you sure?" he asked. He was a bit concerned because he had never ventured into the bondage routine before. Oh sure, the typing teacher back in high school liked to have her body wrapped in typing ribbons, but that bordered on the 'weird' rather than the masochistic.
"Yes. I'll like it better-and so will you. You'll see."
He retrieved a couple of Beverly's stockings from the top drawer of the dresser and secured them around Connie's wrists.
"Tie my wrists to the top of the headboard. That way my breasts will hang down and you can play with them while you screw me."
He got a hard-on just listening to her. "I'm game for that," he said as he went about his task.
When he finished, he noticed that her back was now arched in a concave fashion, with her arms secured above the plane of her spine, and her hips sticking up high in the air.
To say the least, she was a lovely morsel to behold.
"Yum yum," he said while smacking his lips. "I swear, you're going to turn me into a pervert."
"That's the idea," she laughed. "Wait until I introduce you to the Thailand basket trick."
His balls flipped over in his sac when he heard that. He had wanted to try the basket trick ever since he had heard a friend describe it.
"Should I get the K-Y Jelly?" Doug asked as he patted her possessively on her upturned ass.
She looked over her shoulder and said, "Just use nature's own lubricant. Reach down and get some from my pussy."
He got on the bed and positioned himself between her thighs. He stroked her buttocks and said, "Mmm! Mmm! A woman sure does look good when she's in this position."
"That's because a man can see all of the luscious goodies."
"Oooh la la!" he exclaimed as he looked down and saw her exposed pubis thrust out towards him. It looked like a little split apricot having a pink center. He knew what he wanted to put in the middle of that pinkness. The item was presently standing up, proud, tall, and ready to go.
He came forward on his knees until his thighs were just inside of hers. He wedged hers further apart. He put his hand on her pubic mound and cupped it in his palm. "I'm becoming very fond of this particular piece of your anatomy."
"That's what all the guys say."
He reached around her body and cupped her dangling breasts. "And I also like these beauties."
"Quite a few fellows have told me that also."
Doug looked down at her back. He had always considered the backside of the female to be one of the most underrated aspects of human sexuality. A man's back was frequently pockmarked by outdoor labor, or childhood accidents, or birthmarks. But a woman's back was usually devoid of these blemishes.
Furthermore, if a woman were in terrific shape- as Connie was-then the backside became an erotic masterpiece. It could send out a sexual inducement of its own accord, nearly equal to that of the breasts and buttocks.
He leaned over and planted a kiss in the middle of her spine. It was a token of his appreciation for the splendid shape that she had kept her body in.
She felt his lips on her flesh and said, "I like that."
He again reached around her body and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples in the process.
"I also like that."
Even in a hanging position her tits were full and rounded. Many women's would be saggy and flat, resembling deflated udders. But hers were a testament to her genetics and her fine physical condition. He bet that the Wheaties Company could sell a lot more boxes of their product is that put her tits on the package. 'Breakfast of Champions' could take on a whole new meaning.
He dipped the tip of his cock between her labia, attempting to cover it with some of her warm vaginal juices. He moved his pecker back and forth in the gaping furrow, warming it and soothing it at the same time.
He had an urge to shove it into her cunt and give her yet another all-American fuck, but he remembered that the purpose of this particular position was to travel up the Hershey Highway and give her the San Francisco treat.
When he was certain that his manhood was as coated with feminine secretions as it was likely to get, he moved it back along the groove of her pussy, to the perineum, to the anus itself.
She felt the tip of his pecker touch her anal rosebud. "That's the spot, lover."
Carefully he coated the little fleshy volcano with the seepage that he had gathered from her nether regions. Around and around he ran the tip of his cock, insuring that the entire area around of her anus was a slick and sticky runway.
He aimed his cock at the target. He reached down and held on to the sides of her hips. He took a deep breath and pushed the blunt end of his penis against the ring.
But it wouldn't budge.
He checked his aim, took another deep breath, and pushed.
But, again, it wouldn't budge.
"Are you sure that you've done this before?" he asked. "You seem to be cherry back here."
"I think that the problem may be with the position of my legs. Push my knees up towards my breasts and try again."
He did so and noticed that her ass now appeared to be larger than it did before. He smacked his lips as she bowed her back even more than previously, presenting her entire rear end as if for a feast.
This time when he shoved his cock against her anus, the little ring gave. "Ahhh!" she moaned.
He paused for a second and asked, "Aren't you feeling any pain?"
"What little there is will vanish in just a few moments. Don't stop on your inward journey. Give me more. More!"
Doug was a gentleman, and gentlemen always gave a lady what she asked for. He ground his pelvis forward with concentrated energy and watched his cock disappear into her rear passageway.
One inch!
Two inches!
Four inches!
Six inches!
Finally, all nine inches of his penis were ensconced in her bunghole.
"Ohhh! Doug!" she sighed as she shook her head. "I feel like one of those chickens which are roasted on a rotisserie."
"Thank god you look better."
"Yea. And thank god that your dick isn't a sharp metal spigot."
"Yea. Thank god!" he agreed as he began to focus all of his attention on sodomizing her.
CHAPTER 11
Samantha, Beverly's older sister, decided to come calling. She wanted to see if the house was all right now that Beverly had taken off for Hawaii. She already had a key, so she let herself in without bothering to knock.
From the minute that stepped into the living room she heard some groaning and grunting. She listened carefully and noted that the sounds were emanating from the direction of the bedroom.
"That's odd," she said softly. "That sounds like someone making love. But that can't be. Bev is in Hawaii and Doug is staying here all alone."
For a moment she thought about the possibility that he might be cheating on her sister, but as quickly as she imagined it she dismissed the idea. That was unlikely given the gentlemanly nature of her brother-in-law.
Samantha figured that Doug had simply gone away and left the VCR on. He was always doing things like that-probably because he didn't have a sense of frugality when it came to saving money like she and her sister did.
She stepped down the hallway, but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard, "Oh Doug! Deeper! Shove that cock of yours in me deeper!"
Samantha's jaw dropped open in a voiceless gape. Something wretched was going on in the master bedroom. She couldn't be sure what it was, but she had the sickening thought that her worst fears might be realized.
Surely her gentlemanly brother-in-law wouldn't really be in the throes of intercourse! That just wasn't possible. No way.
"Oh Doug! Do me deep!" she heard a female say.
Sweet Mary! Her brother-in-law was in the throes of intercourse. Why that low-life son-of-a-bitch! For the sacred honor of her sister, she'd fix him.
She stepped around the corner and peered into the room. What greeted her eyes was a scene straight out of a horror movie.
Her brother-in-law was busy ramming his penis into a beautiful blonde's rectum!
"Oh! Do it Doug!" screamed the woman in a wickedly wanton voice. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Fuck me like you've never fucked before."
"I will, Connie! I will, I will, I will."
Samantha brought her hand to her mouth and gasped. They were fornicating like animals. And they were committing a terrible sin! They were practicing sodomy-the ultimate no-no!
"Fuck me, Doug! Fuck me!"
Samantha closed her eyes tightly and quickly whispered a silent prayer. She couldn't believe that anyone outside of a San Francisco bath house would practice such a vile act.
Oooh! It was too disgusting to believe.
Just to be sure that she wasn't imagining things, she opened her eyes to get another look.
Sure enough, they were still going at it. Doug was working his pelvis back and forth like a piston, whereas the woman bent over in front of him was panting like a dog in heat, willingly accepting the massive organ into her body.
And then Samantha noticed that the woman's hands were bound to the headboard above the bed. The woman couldn't run away if she had wanted.
"Oh my god!" Samantha gasped aloud. "Oh my dear sweet Jesus!"
Doug stopped his assault on Connie's ass and looked in the direction of the doorway. He immediately recognized the shocked face of his sister-in-law. "Uh oh!" he said with a gulp.
"Honey! Why did you stop?" asked Connie. "I still want your cock. I still need it."
"You fiend! You fiend!" shouted Samantha as she grabbed a vase from off of a night table and rushed towards the mattress. "Tying up this poor defenseless woman to the bedposts and raping her! I'll have you sent to the state penitentiary for twenty years."
He gulped again. The idea of spending two decades with a group of horny fellows who never saw female flesh had no appeal to him whatsoever. His own asshole twitched with discomfort at the thought.
"Get away from this poor girl," shouted Samantha. "I'm going to untie her."
Connie looked over her shoulder to see what was transpiring. She saw someone who looked like Beverly approach the bed. The woman leaned over, and began untying the stockings which bound her to the headboard. "Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Connie angrily.
Samantha was startled by the tone of voice which the woman on the bed had used. "Why ...why ...I'm untying you so you can get up and be free."
"Buzz off, sugar. I don't want to be untied."
"You ...you don't want to ...be untied?"
"No, I don't. Now, if you would leave us alone, we'll get back to doing what we were doing."
Samantha was stunned. She had come to assist the poor woman. This was not the kind of thanks that she had expected.
"You ...you ...mean that you want to be raped!"
"I'm not being raped, you hayseed. We're having a little fun, that's all. Now if you would take your overly righteous concerns back to the Pentecostal Sunday school, we can get back to fucking-that is, not unless you want to join us."
Samantha was flabbergasted. The woman didn't show the slightest bit of gratitude for her concern. "How dare you speak to me like that! I'll have you know that I'm a fine upstanding citizen of this community."
"Oh fuck off," said Connie.
"I know the mayor!"
"I've fucked the mayor!"
"I'm a member of the Concerned Citizens Committee."
"I've fucked most of the male members!"
"You're disgusting!"
"You're unreal," said Connie.
Doug, who hadn't removed his penis from Connie's rectum, said, "Er ...this is my sister-in-law, Connie. Her name is Samantha."
He expected Connie to be embarrassed by this revelation, and that she would beg that he cover her nudity. But instead she calmly said, "So you're Beverly's sister. I do notice the family resemblance. Well, I'm pleased to meet you. I would shake your hand, but as you can see my hands are presently pre-occupied. So, why don't you just pat me on the tits in a friendly manner. I'll understand."
For a moment, Doug thought that Samantha was going to faint. His sister-in-law rolled her eyes in her head and turned as pale as a ghost.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"I don't believe this. I don't believe any of it! The world is going to hell!"
"No it isn't," replied Connie. "It already went to hell a long time ago. Back during the Middle Ages. You might have heard of it. That's when the Church controlled everything."
"Have you no morality! Have you no decency!"
"Both are relative concepts. But in truth, I consider myself more moral than the righteous hypocrites who attend church, and yet hate their neighbors for believing in a different faith. Since my faith is the pleasure of the human body, I don't have to attend church with the hypocrites like you."
Samantha was angrier than she had ever been in her life. "You're vile!" she shouted. "You're wicked-that's what you are."
"No, I'm normal, that's what I am," replied Connie. "And if you would get a life, you'd be normal too."
Samantha saw that she wasn't getting anywhere by arguing with Connie, so she pointed an accusing finger at Doug and said, "I'm going to tell my sister on you ...you ...you beast! You'll be sorry that you ever cheated on her. You just wait!"
With those words, she turned and stormed out of the room, down the hallway, and out of the house.
"What's eating that bitch?" asked Connie as she shook her ass, trying to get Doug to pumping into her rectum again.
He breathed deeply and sighed. "She's got a moral hang-up like every member in Beverly's immediate family. But she's the worst because she teaches Sunday school and is a member of a bunch of so-called citizen's groups."
"You'd think that she never saw two people fucking before."
He laughed as he began pumping into her again. "I can assure you that she hasn't."
"Ahhh! That's better," cooed Connie, welcoming his penis back into the deep recesses of her lower body. She smiled and asked, "You're not saying that she's a virgin, are you?"
"Probably. She's never been married and I've never seen her with a man. The only sex she gets is probably from the fingers of her right hand."
Connie giggled. "I'm glad that I'm not like that. Give me some more cock, Doug. I need to get back on that sexual plateau which I was on before being rudely interrupted."
"Right on!" he said as he held on to her hips and picked up the tempo.
"You know, she's not a bad looking bitch. Although she could pay a little more attention to her hairstyle and to her frumpy clothes. And a little exercise would get her into fairly good shape. In no time at all, she could be as pretty as Beverly. Maybe I can give Samantha some pointers on how to improve her appearance."
"Forget it," advised Doug as he sawed in and out of her posterior orifice. "You'd be wasting your time. Samantha's got to get her brain out of the past before she's ready for the present."
"Yea. Too bad about people like that. They usually don't wake up to what they've missed out of life until it's too late. She'll be an old hag with sagging tits and a bristlecone twat before she realizes that she should have ditched Puritanism in favor of hedonism."
"Yea. I'm glad that you got me off on the right track."
"That a boy, Doug! Fuck me deeper."
Meanwhile, outside the house, Samantha was a nervous wreck. The sight of those two naked bodies writhing in ecstasy atop the mattress had unnerved her. She was so upset that she worried about driving. She concluded that she would surely be a danger to other drivers if she were to head out on the road.
But there was something else that perturbed her. The sight of her brother-in-law's naked and muscular body, and what he was doing to that comely blonde neighbor was now firmly fixed in her mind. The sight of his penis-just wedged inside of Connie's tiny little pink anus-was an image that still blazed in front of her eyes.
Samantha felt her cheeks flush. Goodness! That usually only happened when she gave political speeches at Right-to-Life rallies.
Furthermore, she felt a warm flush between her breasts. Goodness! That usually only happened when she watched Robert Redford movies and saw him in a love scene.
And if that weren't enough-she felt a warm flush down between her thighs. That hardly ever happened. The last time was when she watched Patrick Swayze moving his body in the movie, "Dirty Dancing."
She was feeling antsy and she didn't know why. Butterflies seemed to be a flight in her stomach. Surely it wasn't the sight of her naked brother-in-law which had done this to her. She knew that she was above that sort of thing. After all, she was a good moral woman and had been one for her entire life.
She then noticed that the nipples of her breasts were straining against the fabric of her bra. They hadn't done that in ages.
She brought her hand to her forehead. "Oh my!" she said. "I feel faint."
A man who was leaning against a nearby stop sign heard her and came walking over. "Is there anything the matter, miss?" he asked.
"I ... I ... I ...don't know," she said, still holding her palm to her forehead.
"Well, what's wrong? Maybe I can be of some help."
"I ...I ...I ...just caught my brother-in-law making love to my sister's best friend. And now I feel ...sort of funny."
He looked at her with a peculiar expression on his face. "So, you caught them in the act of having sex, eh?"
Samantha nodded her head quickly.
"You look a bit flushed."
"I am," she replied, grateful that this man was nearby to listen to her troubles.
"Are you flushed between your breasts?" he asked in the manner that a medical doctor might.
"Yes. How did you know?"
He didn't respond to her question. Instead he asked, "And do you feel a warm flush between your thighs as well?"
"Yes! Yes!" She was amazed by his observational powers. Maybe this man was a medical doctor of some sort. Maybe he could explain the strange affliction which had come over her.
"Hmm!" he said, very much like a physician making a diagnosis. "And do you feel butterflies in your lower abdomen."
"Oh doctor! You're describing my symptoms precisely."
"And your nipples? They're hard and erect right now."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Well, young lady, it's quite obvious that you've been lacking something in your diet."
"Oh, please tell me, doctor. Is it niacin, or protein, or carbohydrates, or what?"
"It's none of those things at all. It's this."
She had been listening to him so intently that she hadn't noticed that he had unzipped his trousers and had pulled out his penis. There, next to the rear view mirror, not more than twelve inches in front of her innocent face, was a big fat penis pointed straight at her.
She was utterly shocked. "You ...you ...you're not an M.D.?" she asked nervously, unable to draw her eyes away from his manhood.
"Hell no!" he said with a laugh. "I'm Mr. Smith. I'm just the neighborhood wino. I thought that everyone knew me around these parts."
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, suddenly aware that she was within kissing distance of a wino's dick. She reached down, turned the ignition, and stepped on the gas. No longer did she care if she were a danger to other drivers. To her, the most important thing was to get away from this perverted neighborhood and back to the side of town where righteous people lived and the Moral Majority had the most members.
She looked in the rear-view mirror as she sped away and heard him shout, "Hey! Don't you want something for your symptoms?"
"Ha!" she said. "I've gotten away again. My virtue is still intact. The very idea of that ... that ... that awful wino-telling me that I needed a penis to cure my symptoms. Ha! That's the last thing I need. I need a penis in me like I need a hole in the head."
She pulled into a burger joint and asked for a burger. She bit her nails as she waited at the window for her order. She grimaced when she thought of that man's ugly penis.
She recalled that his wasn't nearly as long as Doug's. But then, her brother-in-law's wasn't as fat. She found it interesting that penises came in various shapes and sizes. No doubt there were many other types of which she was unaware.
She heard her order called and reached out for it. However, she was appalled to see the teenage boy holding his pecker in his hand along with her order.
"What in heaven's name do you think you're doing?" she shouted.
"You told us that you wanted two burgers, but to hold our penises."
"I said what!"
"Your exact words were, 'Give me two burgers, but hold your penis. I want to see if I like it'."
She now knew that the whole world needed professional help.
She sped away without even bothering to pick up her order. However, she did take note of the fact that the burger boy's penis was uncircumcised. That was one more type that she would have to remember.
She smiled. She imagined that if she kept seeing penises at this rate, she would need to start a file.
CHAPTER 12
A week later, when Beverly arrived back from Hawaii, her sister met her at the airport.
In the front seat of her car, Samantha nervously tapped on the steering wheel. She would fix that no good brother-in-law of hers. When she told Beverly what he had been up to, her sister would divorce him quicker than a honeybee seeking out a patch of clover. Then Samantha could go back to the house and stick her tongue out at him.
Ha! That would show him!
Of course, Samantha was the type of person who loved to tell things which smacked of tabloid press features. To her, this was big news-and thirty-five year old virgins didn't have big news to tell very often.
Beverly got into the car. As soon as she closed the door Samantha said, "Honey, I know this is going to come as quite a shock to you, but I must tell it to you anyway."
Beverly was immediately worried. She wondered if maybe somebody had died, or perhaps the house had burned down. "What ...what is it?" she asked nervously.
"Well ... you're not going to like this ... but I caught Doug with another woman."
Beverly didn't think that she had heard correctly so she stuttered, "You ...you ...what! I don't understand."
"One day ...last week ...I stopped over to see how things were going ...and I heard them ...in your bedroom. And then I saw them. They were making love."
"My Doug?" Beverly asked in disbelief.
"Yes. He and that neighbor of yours, Connie Davidson, were doing it in the middle of the mattress."
Beverly was so taken aback by this incredible news that she didn't know how to respond. "Are you sure about this?"
"Of course. I wouldn't lie about something as extraordinary and as serious as this."
"Well, I'll be."
Samantha noticed a curious look on her sister's face. It really wasn't an expression of anger so much as it was one of curiosity. The older sister found this hard to fathom. What was going through Bev's mind?
"Are you all right?" asked Samantha as she drove onto the freeway.
Beverly looked at her and asked, "You actually saw them doing it?"
"Yes. And they weren't even doing it normal-if you know what I mean?"
Now Beverly was especially curious. "Not normal? What are you referring to?"
"Well, I hoped to spare you all the details, but he had her tied to the bed-and he was shoving it in the other hole." Samantha lowered her voice when she spoke the last two words.
Beverly smiled. "Do you mean he was butt fucking her?"
Samantha was aghast! She had never heard her sister utter such indecent language before. "My god, Bev! If mother heard you say something like that she would wash your mouth out with lye soap!"
Beverly didn't even pay any attention. "Well, was he?"
"He was pushing his penis into her rectum-if that's what you mean."
"Wow!"
Samantha could sense that something was wrong. Her sister wasn't reacting the way that she had expected her to react. She actually seemed to be enthralled by the idea of her husband having had anal sex with their neighbor. "Have you heard anything that I've told you, sis?"
"Sure. You said that you walked in on my Doug butt fucking Connie."
Samantha blinked her eyes. "Aren't you shocked?"
"Of course I am."
"You don't look like it. Where's the anger?"
"I'm not mad at him. I'm proud of him."
Now Samantha was really confused. She tilted her head to one side in a perplexed manner and said, "Let me get this straight: you're not upset that your husband was caught with his pants down?"
"At one time I would have been, but not any longer. I think that it's great that he's playing the field!"
"Beverly! Have you gone out of your mind! Don't you realize that this is grounds for divorce?"
"Probably, but I wouldn't divorce him for some minor infraction like that. After all, he was merely sticking his penis into another female's body. There's no harm in that."
Samantha's jaw dropped again. She was bewildered and mystified by her sister's statements. "Surely ... surely you can't approve of what he's done?"
"Approve! Not only do I approve, I think that it's great. Say, that Connie has got some great-looking body huh?"
Samantha was shaking her head violently from side to side. The woman sitting beside her had obviously taken leave of her senses. The news of her husband's infidelity had been too much for her to bear. She had broken under the strain. The pressure had been too much. She was stressed out from the news.
Samantha leaned over and hugged her sister. "Poor, poor baby. I'm sorry I told you about this tragic event."
Beverly pulled away. "Tragic. No way, Jose. It's marvelous. I was looking for some way to spice up the marriage, and now I've found it. We're going to organize a swapper's club. Want to join?"
Samantha's eyes became as big as saucers as she listened to her sister. "Now I know that you've flipped your lid."
Beverly could see that Samantha still held on to her propriety. Her sister was still shockable when it came to sexuality. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to be angered by my suggestion. I just thought that it might be fun for you to meet some new people-after all, you are still quite attractive. I believe that there's quite a few men who like to stick their penises into you."
Samantha now thought that she was dealing with a basket case. "I'll drive you home, Beverly. You can talk things over with your husband. I think that will be best."
"By the way," said Beverly. "You should take a trip to Hawaii,. It's absolutely gorgeous."
"I couldn't afford it."
"Nonsense. Do what I did: get a roommate and share the expenses. I've even got the name of one here." She reached in her pocket book and handed her Jennifer Wellington's address.
CHAPTER 13
When Beverly got home she hurried into the house and saw Doug sitting by the fireplace.
"Well, well, well," she said as she walked into the room and put down her suitcase. "I've heard that you've been doing a little extracurricular activity while I was away on vacation in Hawaii."
Doug was quite worried. Ever since his confrontation with Samantha one week earlier he had been concerned as to how he would handle this moment with his wife. He knew that Samantha had told her all about it. A woman like that would. She probably envisioned it as her moral obligation. In reality, she had never grown out of the tattle-tale stage.
Even though he had been caught with his pants down, that didn't stop him from fucking Connie for the remainder of the time that Beverly was away. He figured that since he had already been caught once, what difference did it make if he were caught again.
He looked at his wife standing in the middle of the room. "Now, wait a minute, honey," he said in a soothing and consoling voice that many men use when they've been caught in an act of adultery. "What happened between Connie and I was purely an accident. I didn't mean for it to get out of hand. One minute she was walking around the back yard in her short-shorts and her skimpy halter top-and the next thing I knew we were disrobing and going at it."
"You've been sticking your wick where it doesn't belong."
Her choice of words sounded peculiar, nevertheless he replied, "Honey, I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean for it to happen."
Beverly walked over, leaned down, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She smiled and said, "That's all right. You're forgiven."
That response threw him for a loop. "I'm ...I'm forgiven?" he asked, incredulously.
"Sure. There was no harm done."
He looked at her in total amazement. She didn't seem to be the slightest bit upset. He at least expected her to shoot off his balls with a shotgun and hang them on the mantle as a trophy.
She stood up and looked down at him. "By the way, how was Connie?" she asked.
He didn't know how to answer that question. It could refer to numerous things. "Er ...what do you mean?"
Without batting a lash, she him levelly in the eyes and asked, "Was she good in the sack?"
Again, he didn't know how to answer a question. He suspected that it was some sort of a trick. Perhaps she was wired with a microphone and she was going to turn the tape in to a lawyer. "Er ...I don't remember."
"You fucked our beautiful next door neighbor and you don't remember how she was in the sack! Shit, Doug! Your memory must be failing."
He was puzzled and confused. He had never heard his wife cuss before. The words "shit" and "fuck" had never crossed her lips during the entire length of their marriage. Never! He suspected that she was acting out of character for a devious reason and an ulterior motive.
"Aren't you going to tell me how she fucked?" she asked.
He looked at Beverly carefully. She appeared to be normal and not acting out some strange underhanded plan. But he wasn't sure. He resorted to his gentlemanly manners and his professional aplomb and said, "I don't think that things like that should be discussed. They're private matters."
"Oh give me a break! Cut that mannerly bullshit and tell me what her snatch was like! Was it snug? Was it loose? I want to know."
He looked at his wife with a great deal of consternation and concern. Now he knew that she wasn't behaving at all like herself. He simply sat in silence, continuing to appraise her.
"Very well," she replied as she walked across the room to the telephone. "I guess I'll have to call Connie myself and ask what happened. It's obvious that you're going to keep up the silent treatment."
Several minutes later their lovely neighbor arrived at the front door. She smiled as she entered the room. Now Doug really was at a loss. He truly didn't know what to do or how to act.
The blonde sat across from him in a chair. She looked over and noticed that he was nervously twiddling his thumbs in little circles. Apprehension was written all over his face.
"I understand that you and my husband got it on while I was away," said Beverly in a peculiarly pleasant tone of voice.
"That's right. We did," Connie replied, deciding to be totally honest about the incident. She figured that righteous bitch Samantha had told everything.
"Did you give him a blowjob?"
Doug closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He feared the worst. His balls would be hanging from the mantle as a trophy-and Connie's tits would probably be beside them.
"I sure did give him a blowjob," said lovely blonde proudly, again deciding that honesty was the best policy, and that mincing words would only frustrate the situation.
Beverly looked over at her husband and said, "You know, I never did that with you, Doug. I apologize."
He looked at her quizzically and said, "Er ...that's all right."
"Well, from now on I'll give them to you regularly."
"Er ...all right," he replied stupidly.
"Maybe we'll try it later this week-if not before."
"Er ...okay."
She again looked at Connie and asked, "My sister says that you were butt fucking in our bedroom. Is that so?"
Now it was Connie's turn to be a bit puzzled by the brunette's odd questions. After all, the word "butt fucking" had rolled off of her lips as smoothly as a word like "honeysuckle."
And then Connie smiled.
Broadly.
Her entire face lit up with glee! She immediately realized that Jennifer had successfully brought Beverly out of the Victorian era and into the modern age. Her lovely brunette neighbor was now a sexually liberated female who knew what that hole between her lovely legs was for.
Beverly's vacation had turned her on to sex.
Connie sat up straight in the chair and replied, "Yes, we butt fucked a lot-almost twice each night, didn't we, Doug? It was great!"
He was totally confused by what was transpiring. Just as Connie had sat up straight in her chair, he had sunk down lower in his. He was getting ready to give last rites to his balls. Nevertheless, he responded to the question. "Er ...yes. Nearly twice a day we butt fucked."
"Was it good?" asked his wife.
"Er ...yes it was good."
"How come you never did that with me?" she asked, as if she were asking about a restaurant he frequented without her.
In total confusion he shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I ...er ...don't know."
"My ass is just as shapely and as firm as hers, you know?"
He looked up and stared at his wife. He couldn't comprehend what she might be up to. "Er ...yes. Your ass is just as shapely and as firm as hers."
"Then why didn't you ever put your dick me up my bunghole?"
He knew that he was losing touch with reality. He shook his head. This situation was beyond comprehension. "I didn't ...think that you would like it."
"Oh pshaw! Once the pain is gone, there's no problem whatsoever."
Now he was really thrown off guard. He tilted his head and stared at her. "Since when ...do you know ...about such things?"
She reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. Then she said, "Since this past week. I spent the whole time either on my back, or on my side, or in some sort of lewd position with a cock sliding between my thighs."
Suddenly Doug was aghast at the image that his wife was painting of how she had spent her Hawaiian vacation. "My god!" he exclaimed.
"I fucked my brains out," she said, nonchalantly.
"Bravo!" said Connie, clapping her hands.
He looked at the blonde sitting across from him and asked, "How can you sit there and applaud? She's been cheating on me!"
"A little tit for tat," Connie replied while slapping the outside of her thighs in utter delight and amusement.
He looked at her strange behavior and was more bewildered than ever. "I don't know what's going on," he said, putting his head in his hands.
"Let's just say that you've entered pussy paradise, darling," said Beverly as she continued to disrobe.
He looked through the fingers of his hand and noticed that Connie had stood up and was standing beside her. The blonde neighbor was disrobing as well.
"What the ...?" he said.
Connie turned to Beverly and asked, "Did you have a good time with Jennifer?"
"My god! Did I! That woman is something else. I don't think I was in the hotel room for more than an hour before we were taking a bath together. And it wasn't long after that before she was performing cunnilingus on me, and then I was reciprocating."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"It was wonderful."
"It adds a whole new dimension to sex, doesn't it?"
"I'll say. I don't know how I've done without it all these years."
Doug was astonished. He couldn't possibly imagine his pretty little demure wife-with her small town propriety-sticking her head between another woman's thighs. And yet, here she was confessing that she had willingly performed such obscene acts.
"How does she taste?" asked Connie matter-of-factly, almost as if she were inquiring about a dress sale at K-Mart.
"Mmm! Delicious," replied Beverly, smacking her lips wantonly. "She almost has a raspberry flavor."
"Wait till you taste me."
"I'm looking forward to it."
Doug watched in fascination as his wife leaned over and kissed Connie's right nipple, bringing it to attention. He pinched his thigh to see if he were awake. He thought perhaps he had fallen asleep on the couch and this was all a dream.
"What else did you do while in Hawaii?" asked the blonde.
"Mostly I got fucked. Jennifer met this man and invited him up to our suite. God! He had a dick the size of a baseball bat."
"Really well hung, huh?" Connie asked with her eyes glazing over with lust.
"To say the least. He really stretched me out."
Connie kissed Beverly on the cheek and said, "Hopefully not too much."
"No need to worry about that. Jennifer showed me a whole series of pussy exercises which she says will keep me tight down there for years to come. And Willy, the man that I was with, he taught me some techniques as well."
"Willy?" asked Connie, nudging her in the ribs. "Tell me about him."
