It was raining and windy outside our split-level rock veneer house, but Wayne and I were so cozy inside we couldn't be bothered. And Wayne (he's my ball and chain) certainly wasn't weary. Right now, I doubted if he knew what the weather outside was like. You see we were smack in the middle of one of these mate-swapping parties. We didn't even notice the moaning of the wind. Wayne's noble brain was too crowded with thoughts of ecstatic screwing.
All our club members were present and accounted for. The seals of two large bottles of Old Crow had been broken. In fact, we had partaken liberally of the old bird's juice. He hadn't squawked as we passed him from hand to hand, but gurgled happily as he was tilted. He didn't even fuss when I gave a taste of his juice to Prince, my snow-white French poodle.
Our six married couples were naked as nudist nuts. Some of them were yawning and stretching beneath the warm air vents in our living room ceiling. To hell with the wind outside! It was moaning around the eaves and rustling the vines covering the north wall of our house. We'd been too busy fucking all around to notice.
We were all employed in the same local insurance office. Besides Wayne and me, there was Chuck and Judy Karnes, Jack and Lissa Gil-ham, Jerry and Irma Mobbs, Ron and Edie Wyatt and Fritz and Fern Cox. This Fritz was a real tall stud with an outsize cock that even chippies hated to take.
Who arranged this thrilling screwing orgy? We gals, of course. I could tell Wayne was a bit peeved, at first, thinking about a strange joy-prong and balls hovering over his private fucking field. He'd said other husbands felt the same way. But when the idea of five new "cuts" of tantalizing pussy entered their one-track minds, their desires apparently overrode their jealousy.
The men paired off as we girls told them. Being the hostess, I got first choice. The other girls flipped coins for the next five partners. I got Chuck, Judy drew Wayne, Lissa got Jerry, Irma got Ron, Edie got Fritz and Fern drew Jack.
"When you get right down to it," Wayne had told me, "where's the stud who can stand idly by and watch some other bozo screwing his wife? I-I thought I could," he added, stammering, "but damned if I didn't chicken out."
But right now he was no chicken. He took Judy upstairs to our bedroom. I heard the door close and the lock click.
WAYNE
"Why'd you lock the door, Wayne?" Judy asked me, grinning.
"So's Pet won't hear us when we get our jollies."
"But she'll be screaming, too, when Chuck gets his big thing deep in her pussy."
I blew out my breath. "Maybe so, but I still don't want to hear it."
Judy laughed and started tickling my balls with her petal-soft fingers. Then she knelt before me and fondled my whacker. "You beautiful thing," she murmured. "Jesus, how I love a big joyprong!" She worked the foreskin back and forth gently, then kissed the throbbing knob and held it against her velvety cheek. "Wayne, honey," she cooed, "Let's just forget everybody but you and me. Okay?"
"Deal," I agreed, cupping her dazzling titties.
The wind was still moaning about the eaves, but the bedroom was warm and comfortable. Let the wind howl! I switched off the overhead light and turned on the ruby night light. It made everything seem more romantic and enticing.
Judy was a rather big gal, a clerk in our office. All these married chicks were working. They declared they didn't want to sit at home, impatiently waiting for their men to arrive with stiff, throbbing pricks. Judy had large, tantalizing titties and sharply curving hips. Her dark brown eyes were big and lustrous. They widened as she gazed at me. Her long black hair cascaded to her shapely shoulders. Sometimes she'd have to brush it aside to clear her vision. The alluring triangle of pubic hair, jealously trying to hide her enchanting pussy, was dark and curly. Her shapely thighs were white and clear as snow on a mountain top-no ugly hair or prominent veins, just unadulterated, captivating female flesh.
"What's on your mind, big man?" she asked, cupping my cheeks in her hands.
"This," I said, reaching out and pulling her close.
For a few moments we hugged and kissed, then fell across the bed together. Judy wriggled beneath me and spread her gorgeous thighs. Her dimpled knees were pointing at the Milky Way.
Her exquisite titties served as white gateposts. My balls were jerking, almost pulling up out of sight.
I thought of Pet again. Did that long, skinny Chuck already have his big tool in her? Of course! Don't be a fool, fellow. Don't let him outdo you.
I put my lips to Judy's luscious thighs and tongued upward toward her rather large clit.
"Wayne, baby," she gasped, "that-that's killing me, but-keep it up. I want to die happy. Jesus, it-it's good, good ... "
I certainly didn't want her to die; she was much too alluring for that. So I kept it up until she lifted her head and jerked mine to hers. She kissed my lips fiercely and lingeringly, thrusting her sweet tongue against mine and spanking it. She was hot as a kid's Fourth of July firecracker. But she had nothing on me. She started drawing on my tongue, pulling so hard I feared she might ruin it for other purposes. She was moaning and writhing like a wild woman from Borneo. I growled and shook my head. She pulled back and clamped down on my lower lip with her even white teeth. I mumbled and winced, tasted blood. It was painful, but strangely thrilling. I'd never felt anything just like it. An odd chilly thrill raced down my belly to my balls and made them tingle. My jock, hard as a railroad-track spike, was rubbing Judy's quivering belly. I felt her fingers groping for it. They closed around it, squeezed hard, then tickled it just under the head. I pushed her hands away. I didn't want to give her hands a paste job. I wanted to wait for the real thing.
"Hold off a minute, Judy," I said. "Let's get hot first, really crave it."
"I-I am ready, honey. Please-please don't tease me. I'm crazy for it-now."
I grasped my jock and rubbed the knob against her hardened clit. She writhed and moaned, kissed me fiercely.
"Please, Wayne, now ... now ... " she pleaded. "Let me have it. Jesus, it-it's big and hard."
I gave her all of it in three savage thrusts. She yelped. I guess I should have pitied her, but she'd asked for it. When I started to withdraw for a breather, she came up like a volcano. She grabbed my buttocks in a fierce grasp, jerked me hard against her. Just then I hoped a rhino would come along and plant a huge foot on my ass. Judy's voluptuous pelvis started a furious motion, shoving hard against mine. Faster and faster she thrust until I pinned her down.
"Whoa, baby!" I exclaimed. "You want it to be all over in fifteen seconds? Slow down!"
"Sorry, honey," she murmured. "It-it's so wonderful, I just can't take it easy."
I saw it was no use. Besides, that old devil desire had his fork prodding my ass. I clutched Judy's alluring bottom and we resumed a wild thrusting until I almost passed out from sheer ecstasy. Judy was holding me so tight I had to fight for breath. Suddenly something broke loose in my balls and tingled its thrilling course toward the head of my prick.
Judy sensed the imminent explosion. She started moaning and writhing. "Fuck me, big man, fuck me! I-I-it's about to happen. Faster, faster! Oh ... oh ... it's wonderful, honey. Now ... now ... "
Well, it was wonderful to me, too, but I need a stronger word to describe the thrill. The bells rang, the firecrackers exploded and the rockets flashed before my eyes, as Judy and I climaxed together.
Gasping for breath, muscles relaxing, we lay there fondling each other and murmuring sweet words. It had been a real, rough, thrilling fuck! We were damp with sweat. I pulled my jock out. It was limber as the neck of a gone gander.
In a minute we got up and went downstairs to join the others. What was happening there gave me a mild shock. I'll tell you all about it later.
PETULIA
I suppose I'd better tell you something about little old me, or you'll probably think I'm some sort of freak, a screwing freak, that is-say something like a mink?
But it wasn't always that way. I was born in Oklahoma and was called a "Sooner." I guess that was fitting, since I entered this mixed-up old world "sooner" than expected. Fact is, I heard from a gabby old aunt that I was really an accident. My father's rubber busted and he dumped an old, rusty load into my poor little mother when she wasn't expecting it. But I did have a good home, growing up. Mom was very religious going to mass every weekday and twice on Sunday. I was kept in the dark about matters of sex. Mom fairly worshipped our fat old priest like he was God, and I fully expected him to show up one day with a pair of wings.
I was sixteen before my titties began to swell and I learned that my cute little pussy hadn't been put there just to make me squat when I had to do number one. Rather accidentally, I rubbed it and discovered it felt good, really good, different from rubbing my cheek. Somehow this made me think about boys and wonder how they were hooked up below their belly buttons. Oh, I'd heard things from other girls but I'd never once seen a boy's waterworks. Dad kept his hidden, even when I once saw him coming out of the bathroom. He had a towel draped around his middle. I think he'd have dropped dead if I'd seen his "generation equipment."
Boys began to pester me for dates. They told me how pretty I was and all such, and begged me to park in lonely places or go swimming in a bikini. Of course, they all tried to get into my pants, but I kept my legs crossed, shielding my tight little pussy. Strangely enough, I really wanted to let them screw me, but I was scared I might get knocked up and Dad .would kill me.
My parents had told me that my virginity was a precious thing, not to be disturbed until my wedding night. My little cherry was ripe and red, aching to be picked, but I kept my hand over it when the boy's fingers started creeping up my thighs. Parental cautioning had convinced me that if I allowed a boy to make out with me, old
Satan would jab his fork into me and drag me down to his den.
This unhappy state of affairs lasted until I met Wayne Keener during my last year in high school. We dated and he didn't try to make out with me at first. I felt a bit disappointed when he kept taking me to movies and dances. Then one night I was surprised and tickled when he parked on a lonely road about ten miles south of town.
For a couple of minutes we just sat there, just looking at each other in the bright moonlight, then I giggled and said, "Wayne, you suppose there's an astronaut up there, spying on us?"
"Baby," he said, "if there is, his eyes are going to bug out."
I didn't balk when he started hugging and kissing me. I'd determined to go all the way, say goodbye to my little cherry. It was overripe for the picking. I kissed Wayne right back, hard and long. I couldn't help moaning and squirming. I clutched his right hand and worked it down between my thighs. I'd purposely worn no panties. My crotch felt dewy and my, titties tight and hot, the nipple getting big and stiff.
I was excited and a little scared, too. If I let him screw me it would hurt like sin, wouldn't it? But so what? I'd been told it would be wonderful after that. In other words, it would feel swell after it quit hurting!
All at once Wayne's hands seemed to be all over me, and I thought he must have a dozen. I felt his hot drawing lips close over one of my nipples and I darn near browned off. Needless to say, I'd been rubbing my little clit for quite a while, so his fondling my pussy seemed natural.
He started fooling with his pants zipper and in a minute guided my hand to his joyprong. I clutched it and felt cold chills racing up and down my spine.
"Play with it, Pet," he coaxed. "Make it get big and hard."
"It-it's already that way, honey," I stammered.
That front seat suddenly got very crowded, as Wayne tried to get me positioned to make out. He seemed to know I was aching for him. He pulled my buttocks around till I was half astride him, one leg cocked into the warm air. Then he started to get his big stiff thing past the curls bordering my pussy.
"Oh, honey, that hurts," I moaned, while pulling him closer.
"I-I'll be very easy, baby; it won't hurt long."
And it didn't. In a couple of minutes it felt so terribly good I wouldn't have minded if it had fouled up my belly button.
He got it all the way in, finally, and it felt marvelous. I wanted to laugh and cry, all at the same time. He started moving his hips, plunging his big thing in and out. He was fondling my clit with his fingers, masturbating me at the same time. He was smart enough, though, to keep from creaming off till he was ready, then he let go and we went through those portals of paradise together ...
I felt his hot cream spurting deeply inside my pussy and I darn near went around the bend from the ecstatic thrills racing all the way from my buttocks to my brow. My sensations were doubled as he kept biting my boobies in sharp nips.
We lay there, relaxing and murmuring endearing little phrases that seem to come so naturally after sexual ecstasy. Somehow, I didn't feel ashamed. I knew Wayne was for me, now and for all time. I felt frightfully happy. If my belly started swelling in a few months, that was all right, too! I'd been sublimely and ravishingly screwed, and I wanted Wayne to do it again and again. We'd get married and live happily ever after.
WAYNE
To get off on the right foot, I'd better tell you I'm a Hawkeye, born and reared in Ioway, as some folks call it. I haven't got hawk eyes, it's true, but I do have 20-20 vision that can spot a fresh piece of pussy a mile distant. The corn grows like weeds in our Hawkeye State, where I've seen stalks over twenty feet tall at the State Fair.
I lived on an acreage while I was growing up and watching my insignificant pecker come to life. It should-if exercise was any help. The older boys liked to kid me, saying that if I jacked off, a little black hair would grow in the palm of my right hand. (They knew I was rights handed!) I'd flush, and the back of my neck would burn; but every time I went to the privy to skin my peter back, I'd sneak a good look. Nuts. They were all wet. Not a hair in sight!
I don't suppose I should have "whipped my dog," but I've since learned that nearly all young boys do. My dad seemed to be a strait-laced old guy who thought it was a mortal sin to lay a finger on your jock unless you used it for a waterspout-or so he led me to believe. Later, I got my eyes opened about him.
Really, I should have grown up to be a dummy, so far as the female sex is concerned. I knew they had a slit instead of a worm like mine, and they had to squat to pee. When I discovered that little slit was a future joys pot, my ears stuck out and my nostrils flared.
I didn't mind going to school, and my female teachers gave me mostly A's and B's. But old Prof Robinson didn't go for me. He said I rated C's and D's and an occasional F. I think he was a trifle jealous. Anyway, he was always trying to screw my youngest teacher, but she wasn't having any. The old baldheaded bastard had "stair step" kids all over his home front and an old lady who appeared fucked to a frazzle!
My dad was a common track laborer for the railroad. His ass was always dragging when he came home from work. My mother was a hot little woman who enjoyed her lays. How do I know? Dad and she would go upstairs to their big bedroom on the south side of the house. She'd peep into my bedroom to make sure I was asleep-but I wasn't. I'd sneak up the stairs, keeping close to the walls so they wouldn't squeak, then stick my ear to the door panel and listen. I was a stinker, no fooling.
"Just once, Aaron," Ma would beg him. "I'll do the work. I-I need you, honey. Please!"
"I-I'll try, Lena," he'd murmur, "but my old butt is mighty low."
"I-I'm crazy for you, dear. Please, Aaron, I-I'll do all the work."
Work? Since when has screwing been work? But that's what she said. I didn't try to see anything through the keyhole, because I knew Mom's bedroom was dark as a flock of crows. But .my imagination was running riot. Mom would be on top of Dad, fondling his big prick, working the foreskin back and forth, kissing its big knob and licking it underneath. Then she'd lift it up and press it against her soft cheek. You know I really got a little jealous of Dad's big joyprong. I sometimes felt that Mom loved it better than me! And it was a sight to behold. I'd sneak a look at it every chance I got. Sometimes he'd go behind the barn to take a leak and I could see him from the haymow. That cock of his, even when limber, would lie on his broad hand with nearly three inches hanging over.
"Boy," I'd mutter to myself. "I hope I'll grow one like that."
Perhaps, because of my father's warning, I didn't start chasing pussy till I was past eighteen. Then, apparently to make up for lost time, my balls started tingling and my jock jerking every time a shapely female met or passed me. I harangued Dad for the family heap till he finally let me have it to take a cutie for a ride.
Somehow I'd absorbed the notion that all single gals hated sex. To screw one, you'd have to strong-arm her. But I was wrong as a guy driving against traffic on a one-way street. There was this Nadine S., a cute little number, living with her grandparents south of town. Her dad and mom had been blotted out in a head-on train crash a few years back when she was only twelve.
One warm, romantic night, with the round moon full of astronaut shadows, I wangled a date with her. The gentle southeast breeze was sighing across a nearby blooming alfalfa field, sweetening the air. Night birds were darting around overhead, trilling mating calls. It was a supreme night for love and pussy.
I'd learned all the best parking spots from my pal, Burton Snitzler. We called him "Burr" because he was big and strong and tough. It was easy for me to locate his favorite necking nook on a dirt road a few miles south of town. Nadine and I parked there and gazed up at the bright moon.
She didn't balk when I started hugging and kissing her. She kissed me right back, moaning and writhing. I was a bit surprised, though, when she grabbed my right hand and worked it down between her enticing bare thighs. No pantyhose! My cock nearly went into convulsions, damn near ruining the zipper on my fly. I used my left hand to unzip it, to keep my whacker from rubbing the skin off the knob. Nadine's silky fingers closed around it, gently fondling, then moving down to tickle my balls.
Country gal? Yeah man, in a big way. None of your city broads could have outdone her. Country females, I thought, were just as horny as any who pounded the pavements and lunched at automats.
Behind his big paw, Burr had told me the grapevine had it that Nadine was on the make, but so far she'd shied away from him. "She's hot, all right," he said. "Maybe you can fuck her. I think she's scared of my big prick."
I resented the insinuation that my jock wasn't king size, but I kept mom.
Now the moon, directly overhead, showed me Nadine's face in detail, but it didn't bring out the beautiful auburn in her long hair, cascading over both shoulders. I was trying to root between her alluring boobies, and my nose caught the delightful fragrance of her skin. This baby was clean and fresh as morning dew on a rocky peak.
"Wayne, boy," she cooed, "chew my nipples. Bite them! Make the blood come."
I flinched a bit, but tongued them, came down with my teeth.
She yelped, then muttered, "Do it some more, honey. I-I don't care if it does hurt. It-it thrills me all the way to my toes."
Her titties were small, exquisite mounds of gorgeous female, petal soft, with nipples like miniature strawberries. I kept tonguing and biting them. She continued to fondle my jock and cup my balls, stopping only to pull up her white miniskirt. I gasped, looking at her pretty pussy, clearly visible in the moonlight. The triangle of pubic hair, jealously trying to conceal it, was luxuriant and curly. Was it auburn, too? I couldn't be sure.
I had my slacks at half-mast. When Nadine spread her voluptuous thighs, I plopped between them like a falling log. The front seat of our family heap wasn't large, and my legs seemed too long. I didn't want to leave footprints on the dashboard upside down. Cramped or not, it was Utopia to me. I guess I'd have broken a leg if-I had to, and felt no pain-I was that hot. The knob of my jerking cock was spreading the hair of Nadine's luscious pussy. I almost gave her a paste job before I could spread the twitching lips of her passion pit. I started humping and pumping like a horny hound, mounting a hot bitch-with about as much success.
"Wayne, Wayne!" Nadine muttered, "not so crazy! Hold on." She clutched the knob of my jock. "Now, boy, give it to me slow and easy. I don't want you coming ahead of me."
Slow and easy? like hell! When the head of my prick jammed into Nadine's hot, grasping pussy, I went off my nut. No mother's son with two tingling balls and a jerking cock can hold back after the knob goes in. I started pumping like a grandfather jackrabbit on a virgin doe, and jammed home until I felt my bag hit Nadine's ravishing buttocks.
"Oh, oh!" she yelped. 'That hurts. That thing of yours is hard as nails. Now take it easy."
My mind must have been working in reverse. She might as well have told a whirlwind to stop whirling. I was nutty as a fruitcake filled with peanuts. I hadn't made more than half a dozen savage thrusts before my jock started spurting cream. I bawled like a newborn calf separated from its mother. The thrill was so violent I feared I was going to faint, but somehow I survived. When my jock stopped its spasmodic throbbing and squirting, I lay atop Nadine, fighting for breath. My heart was beating a tattoo against my ribs. I was trembling like a poodle crapping bone slivers.
"You-you cheated me!" Nadine cried. "You-you-Don't you know I like to come, too?"
"I-I'm sorry, baby. I just couldn't wait."
She slapped my naked ass. "Now you stay put. That thing of yours will get hard, and you better not cheat on me again!"
I said nothing. I felt like the kid who'd crapped in bed. He couldn't think of what to say, either! So I kept mom and lay there between Nadine's petal-soft thighs, hugging and kissing her like a long-lost lover. She reached down, cupped my balls and jiggled them. That produced an immediate effect. My pecker started tingling and hardening, and in a couple of minutes I gave her a savage thrust.
"Good, honey," she cooed. "Good! Now do me hard and fast. Get your mind on something else so you won't shoot off too soon."
What else? No chance, with your cock exploring a warm, grasping pussy and a beautiful red-haired gal matching your thrusts. But I'd do my damnedest.
Ye gods, I was about to explode again! Desperately, I tried to think about some words I always had a tough time spelling, but the word "pussy" kept flashing before my tightly closed eyes. Then I heard Nadine whimpering and she started jerking her head wildly. She was about to get her jollies.
"Wayne, Wayne, baby!" she moaned, "I-I-it's close. Harder, now, faster. Do your thing with me. Oh ... oh ... now-now-honey. Now ... Jesus, it's good, good ... "
Well, it wasn't paining me. We entered the jungle of joy together, then lay there for a minute or two, relaxing and whispering sweet words to each other. The wind had sprung up again. I could hear it rustling the leaves of the tall cottonwoods on both sides of the road.
Suddenly something crashed against the rear window of the car.
"Wouldn't you know it!" a heavy voice boomed. "Figured I'd find you fuckers out here."
That voice! It had to be Burr Snitzler's.
"What you want, pal?" I quavered.
"I-I can't imagine what-"
"Okay, kid, I'll spell it out for you. I'm out here to get me a good screwing."
"But how did you-"
"Simple!" He laughed loudly. "A little bird told me you and Nadine had a date, and I didn't have to guess where you'd park. So I killed my motor back there around the bend and sneaked up on you." He guffawed. "And I been listenin' in for quite a spell. Wayne, boy,"-he poked my belly with his big index finger-" if you can make Nadine go for that puny pecker of yours, she's gonna brown off when I ram my old monster into her!"
"If I let you do it!" Nadine flared.
Burr chuckled. "You will, baby, you will. Otherwise, I peddle the dirt all over town. Just give me a good screwin' and my big fat lips are sealed."
She sulked for a minute, then looked at him appraisingly. I didn't dare try to help her. As I've said, Burr was big and rough and tough. He could beat the stuffing out of me if he took the notion.
"Okay, Nady," he growled, "do you fuck me or not?"
She blew out her breath, shrugged her shapely shoulders. "Oh, all right, Burr, but you sure you won't gab about Wayne and me?"
"Deal," he said, jerking off his coat and throwing it onto the tall grass beside the road. "Out of the car, baby," he ordered, "and park your little ass on my coat. I can't give you a man-sized fuck on that cramped front cushion."
She climbed out slowly and lay flat on her back on Burr's coat. The moonlight was still very bright. I hoped nobody else had ideas about using our parking nook. And that gorgeous pussy of hers! It was positively beautiful, bordered by that curly auburn hair, jealously trying to hide the crimson lips of her cunt.
Burr had shed his pants and shorts, and he went down between Nadine's thighs with a sickening thud. At least, it was sickening to me. Immediately, his white ass started bobbing, and Nadine yelped when his big tool hit her dead center. But she didn't yelp for long; she started muttering sweet words in a low, hoarse voice. I watched her enticing hips matching Burr's savage thrusts.
I thought I'd be jealous as a tomcat watching another torn topping off a pussy cat, but, strangely enough, it gave me a terrific hard-on. My pecker jerked up, and, in a minute, it was ready for another go. Burr was panting and grunting like an excited caged hippo. He had Nadine squirming and whimpering. Ye gods, he was beating me a mile! The back of my neck burned and I felt like looking for a rock to brain the big bastard. But I realized that wouldn't lessen the way Nadine was enjoying his monster cock.
Burr knew his humps and grinds when it came to screwing. Where had he learned so much? Maybe it was just natural, or perhaps his old man had been a cocksman. Burr had one big hand under Nadine's gorgeous ass. He was mouthing her lips, her chin, her cheeks and boobies. He'd take each ruby nipple between his thick lips and suck it. She'd shiver and gasp. "That's it, Burr," she'd murmur. "Bite it, honey. It thrills me clear down to the soles of my feet. Don't-don't stop."
He didn't, and I looked on, while my pecker got hard as a track spike, and hot! If I'd stuck a thermometer in its pee-hole, the mercury would have jumped out the top. I saw Burr's big hands slide down to Nadine's buttocks. He pulled her pelvis up, jerked his monster cock out to full length, then thrust it back into her pussy with one savage thrust. She cried out, but her tone didn't indicate pain.
"Oh, Burr, Burr!" she cooed. "It-it's wonderful. Please do that again."
I couldn't force myself to look away from them. I was spellbound as a bird hypnotized by a snake. Nadine's shapely arms clutched Burr's bull neck. She was breathing fast and raggedly. He cupped her sleek left breast in both his mitts, his lips closing over the rosy nipple. In the pale moonlight, it looked like a small, dead-ripe strawberry, glorifying the snow-white mound of her titty. He started mouthing the nipple, sucking and biting. Abruptly, his unkempt head went down farther and he gobbled the entire titty while toying with the other.
With violent passion, Nadine clutched his head, pulled it up and kissed him hard and long. She mouthed his lips and throat, her eyes tightly closed, her body quivering. Burr pulled back, but Nadine, whimpering passionately, clutched his jock with furious fingers and worked it back into her alluring pussy.
"Leave it in, Burr, honey," she begged. "Fuck me, boy! Do it hard and fast."
I knew he was stubborn but he did exactly as she ordered. I had to look away from them for a moment to avoid giving my hand a paste job. But I couldn't help hearing Burr's beastly grunts and Nadine's frantic pleas for him to screw her harder and faster.
Now she was thrusting her tantalizing pelvis against him in wild abandon. She lifted her dimpled knees and locked her shapely legs behind his broad back. They bucked and twisted, writhing from side to side until Nadine gave a sharp little cry and went limp. She was shuddering and fighting for breath. Burr uttered a long moan, relaxed, then pulled his big pole out. I knew they had climaxed together. But I was right behind them. I was clutching my pecker, surprised to discover I'd gotten my jollies along with them. Without realizing it, I'd run off a batch by hand.
Are all chicks nuts about the male joystick? Damned if it doesn't seem that way. Just then, Nadine got her face down between Burr's hairy legs and started making love to it-pulling the foreskin back and forth, petting and kissing the knob and murmuring mushy words.
"Hey!" Burr exclaimed. "You must be nuts about my whacker!"
"I-I can't help it, honey," she murmured. "It-it's so big and pretty."
They got to their feet and Nadine stood silent beside me, shivering, although the southerly breeze was warm and balmy. Her body was wet with perspiration, exuding a sweet, musky odor.
After slipping into his clothes, Burr sauntered back toward his car, waving a casual goodbye. Nadine and I were very quiet on our way back to town. Somehow I felt let down. Burr was only a few years older than I, but he had a man-size jock. Oh, well, mine would grow!
PETULIA
When I first met Wayne he said he was pushing twenty-one, but I made a private bet that he was a bit older. He knew too much about screwing. Just then I wasn't aware that most teenagers know the sex alphabet from A to Z. Anyway, we really went for each other. I guess you'd call it love at first sight, as the graybeards say.
I was a clerk in our communications office. Trying to see myself as Wayne saw me, I wasn't very large, except maybe in certain alluring spots, like big boobies for instance. They swelled out my blouse till they made me think of a pouter pigeon. My eyes were big and brown with a sort of oriental slant, though all my folks were native United States. I'd often heard my elders rave about Mae West, so I guess I was somewhat like her, except I was a brunette. I realized Petulia was a rather unusual name. My parents must have named me that so they could call me Pet for short.
I repeat, Wayne and I really went for each other and we couldn't keep our twitching asses apart for very long. But I didn't fall for the bed routine right away.
"Wayne, honey," I murmured, shrugging, "I don't go the limit with just every handsome brute I run into."
When I did come across, though, I did it with a bang. It happened in the Aloha motel a few miles out of town. I really got hot when I lay in Wayne's arms with nothing on except what God gave me. Wayne was naked too. He pulled me close and I spread my lips invitingly.
"Pet," he said, "your tongue is sweet as honey, like everything else you're packing."
I surprised him by stabbing my tongue into his handsome ear. He winced and jerked his head away. I drew on his lobe and tongued it hard.
"Pet, baby," he moaned, "that makes me shiver clear down to my joystick. Keep it up and fondle my balls."
Now I don't always take orders, but I did then, while he ran his tongue down to my titties. As I've said, they were large, though they certainly didn't resemble udders. Wayne mouthed each one, spanking the nipples. I felt them stiffen and enlarge.
"Baby," I cooed, "that-that sends me on a swell trip, with no return ticket. Do it some more. Oh ... please, Wayne, don't stop now!"
He shifted his body and my soft fingers crept down and found his prick. I felt it swelling, the knob jerking. His fingers moved down, fondling my clit. It was stiff and hard.
"U-m," I gasped, shivering, "that-that's marvelous."
"Honey," he bantered, "I'm going to give you the biggest thrill you ever had."
He started tonguing me on the inside of my calves, working up and down like a French poodle. (I'll tell you about my poodle Prince later.) I started toying with Wayne's big tool, softly spidering the head, which made him gasp with pleasure. He shifted again and stretched out beside my naked body. I moved my head down until my lips were near his gorgeous passion pole. I moved the foreskin up and down gently, then petted and kissed the big knob and pressed it against my cheek.
"Hey, Pet!" he exclaimed, "what-how-"
"I love it, Wayne," I murmured. "It-it's so big and long and masculine."
"Okay," he said, "but let me show you something now."
He pulled me up beside him, then reversed his body. "Pet," he said, "chalk this up as your first french. It is, isn't it?"
"Yes, Wayne, I-I don W
"Just relax and enjoy it."
I blew out my breath, shuddered, and let the tension go out of my muscles. I felt him spanking my clit with his tongue, then he gave my pussy a few quick hard thrusts. I shivered and grasped his hair, hanging on for dear life.
"Wayne, Wayne," I murmured, "that-that's marvelous."
"Yeah, Pet, I know," he said, "just try to keep from passing out when you come."
It was an instant success. At first I pulled back a little as I felt his hot tongue stabbing my pussy. Then he started lapping my clit and drawing on it. I began to pant and couldn't keep my body from trembling. I knew my magic moment wasn't far off!
Divining my need, he began fondling my titties and started thrusting his index finger into my little brown spot while he was stabbing my clit with his stiff, hot tongue. A breathtaking thrill raced from my buttocks to my brow. I felt my body stiffen and I started pumping fiercely with my pelvis. Wayne hung in there till he heard my muffled cry and felt my cream washing over his lips. I felt his joyprong jerking. Heavens, I could never let this hunk of man get away. I'd marry him or know the reason why!
"Wayne, honey," I moaned, wildly, "where-wherever did you learn about this? I-I'm crazy for you."
"Pet, baby," he drawled, "there's a lot more to come."
I reared on one elbow and gazed into his deep blue eyes. They had a loving look that thrilled me through and through. We relaxed for a few minutes, then I put my arms about his strong, bronzed neck and began to press burning kisses on his lips. I felt his hand creeping down to my pelvis. Immediately, I spread my thighs and pointed my knees toward the heaven I knew I was headed for.
"Love me, honey," I begged. "Love me like nature intended."
He gave it all to me in a few savage thrusts. It made me moan and bury my face in the hair on his chest. My fingers reached up and locked themselves in his hair. I pulled his head down and planted lingering, passionate kisses oh his lips.
He pounded fiercely, obviously realizing he'd have to snap into it if we both hoped to come together.
"Wayne, honey," I whimpered, "hurry, hurry. I-;it-it's about to happen. Oh, honey ... now ... now ... I-I'm coming..."
So we rode the elevator of ecstasy to the nth floor of consummated passion, and he collapsed upon my trembling body. I gasped for breath, shuddered, and we kissed tenderly.
I repeat, we went for each other so violently that we just bad to tie the knot. He stood still while I looped the ball and chain around his muscular neck. I'd always boasted that I wouldn't marry so young, but I've met scads of people who vow they'll never, never pull off a certain thing. But do they? They do!
WAYNE
For the first year, Pet and I kept the bed-springs squeaking. We even screwed after breakfast and before supper. Some of the office wise heads accused me of stealing nooners-meaning I'd round up Pet at noon for an extra fuck. And she was so alluring sexually that every stud in our office, old and young, would eye her up and down and drool till she got out of sight. Man, how she could twist that tantalizing little ass! She'd grin at you, then bounce jauntily away, making you pant to jerk down her pantyhose. And those gorgeous oversize boobs of hers! Somehow I got the impression they looked like a baby's buttocks, horizontal exposure. Her lively brown eyes seemed to be telling you, "I'm hot, boy!" I raised hell with her for encouraging the studs to lower their minds below their belts.
"Let 'em drool," she'd retort. "It's fun to tease em.
One night, in our big bed upstairs, we'd cut a couple of slices and I'd just about devoured those big, juicy nipples of hers, when she flopped over on my chest and said, "Wayne, dear, would you-would you blow your top if-if I fucked another guy?"
"What!" I damn near threw her off the bed. "You mean you-you would let some other-"
"I-I've thought about it, yes, honey."
"Well, just forget it. I don't want any other bozo shooting a rusty load into you."
"Wayne, dear!" She rubbed my belly. "You're an old fuddyduddy, as my dad calls it. What would you say if I told you there are two couples, working with us, that swap partners on weekends?"
I pushed her hand away. "You don't-you can't."
"I certainly do, and I-I think it's fine."
"But what couples would do such-"
"Put these down in your little black book." She thumped my chin. "Jerry and Irma Mobbs and Fritz and Fern Cox. Fern's been at me to join them, make it three couples, maybe even six eventually. We-we'd have a ball."
"Ball, hell!" I exploded. "You mean balls, to say nothing of pricks. I-I love you too much to share you."
"Honey, I'm crazy for you, too, but"-she smiled-"maybe you just don't dig a woman's feelings. On the sly, couldn't she be just a bit like you horny guys, craving a little strange stuff once in a while? You know, even angel food cake day after day gets a little-well-"
"Yeah," I broke in, "it starts you wondering about the size and stiffness of strange pricks, and how the other studs handle 'em. And if they could give you a stronger bang than your old stick-in-the-mud bed partner!"
"Listen, baby." She kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "You can't kid me about not having loads of girls before you latched onto me. And right now-admit it-you wouldn't back down from a new lay once in a while."
I shook my head and growled.
Pet grinned at me for a moment, then said, "Big boy, let's get it straight: We gals have the very same thoughts."
"Lay off it, Pet. I-I'm not craving any 'new ' pussy. Your little cunt grips my jock like a miser's fist."
"Maybe." She grinned at me again. "But tell me why you were giving Fern Cox the ups-and-downs the other day at lunch. I got good eyes, boy."
I hemmed and hawed. "I-I was just looking. Is that bad?"
Pet reached down and tickled my jock. "Ha! If you'd had her alone in a bedroom you'd have topped her off in no time."
"All right!" I yelled. "All right! I won't argue with you. I'll bet you'd do the same thing with her stud, that long, skinny Fritz. They tell me he's got a jock like a fire hose. Before he married Fern, he'd go to K.C. and the chippies would take one look at it and give him back his money."
Pet said nothing, just gave me that grin again, and kissed and toyed with my helpless cock. Finally she said, "Baby, I'm not going to screw anybody else, unless you tell me it's okay."
"You couldn't talk like that if you really loved me."
"You're all wrong, baby. I love you. I'm crazy about you. It-it's just that-"
"It's just that you're wild to fuck another stud. All right, then!" I shouted. "Go ahead and do it. Make a date with Fritz and Fern. Maybe it won't be as hot as you think."
She said nothing, just pulled my head down and kissed me hard and lingeringly, like a hew bride. Then she reversed her body and her lips closed about the head of my cock. She tongued it with hard, rapid thrusts, thrilling and chilling me from my jerking balls to my premature bald spot. She spidered my bag, making it draw up like crazy.
"Baby," she cooed, "with ammunition like yours, you'll have Fern screaming like a banshee when she gets her jollies."
'To hell with Fern," I growled. "Just finish what you started."
"My pleasure, baby," she murmured. "And don't overlook my little pussy. If s primed and ready."
"It won't be so little after that bastard Frits gets through with it," I said quite knowingly.
She laughed softly. I started licking her clit and darting my tongue against it in quick, hard jabs. She moaned and twisted her hips, but held onto my jock with her tight lips and toyed with my bag. Man! This little chick could make me thrill and tingle all the way from ass to appetite. She started smoking my jock. I could feel it stiffening and pulsing. Do that much longer, baby, I thought, and you get a mouthwash. But I knew Pet wouldn't kick. Up to now she'd always done mostly what I asked. If she got a mouthful of cream, she'd just down it without giving me a dirty look.
"Wayne, honey," she murmured, "Let's do it now, so we can fuck in our own special way."
"Right! Smoke it fast and hard!"
She did, and so did I, darting my tongue fiercely against her clit and making deep penetrations into her pussy. I didn't mind it a bit. This little gal was fresh and clean as morning dew. Her cunt gave off a musky fragrance that tickled my nostrils.
I loved Pet, I certainly did. That's probably why I soared up to cloud nine when she cried out sharply and we entered Elysium together. We reversed positions and lay quietly for a minute or two, kissing and toying with each other and murmuring those sweet words that come after sexual fulfillment. After a bit, she cooed, "Wayne, baby, I-I-let's do it again."
"Hey!" I stared at her, then laughed. "I'm not ready, but I'll bet you can get me ready."
She laughed softly and started fondling the head of my prick and cupping my balls. Her lips and teeth weren't idle, either. They were tonguing my mouth, nipping my neck and chewing my small nipples.
"Ready, baby?" she asked in a minute. "This magic snake of yours has his head up, twisting his neck and looking for a nice hot nest."
"Good for him." I slapped Pet's shapely ass. "Open the gates."
She thumped my ear gaily and got up on her elbows and knees. She opened her thighs and I fell between them. Her fucking machine was almost concealed by dark, curly fuzz. I spread it and treated my eyes, staring at the crimson lips of her pussy.
'Tickle my titties, honey," she murmured as I felt my jock spread her cunt. "Tickle them while I play with your balls."
I bent over and spidered them, my belly tight against her firm buttocks and shapely back. Her fingers kept toying with my bag. I pushed a bit and felt the head of my jock slide in a couple of inches. Ye gods! It tingled so thrillingly I almost gave a wild thrust, but I let it sit for a long moment until Pet pushed against me impatiently.
"What's the matter, you piker?" she complained. "Let me have it-or do you want me to do all the work?"
Work? There was that lousy word again. In my book, fucking wasn't work. I almost had to laugh, but I gave all of it in one savage thrust. Her entire body started quivering. Then we began a furious humping and pumping that made me think of unadulterated animal lust. So what? Weren't we screwing like four-legged animals?
Pet began cooing affectionate and sobbing sounds. "It's so good, baby," she murmured, "it almost makes me cry."
I didn't feel like crying, but I didn't mind her bawling if it made her thrill stronger. After all, what mere man understands women? Pet and I began to move faster and faster until our flaming desire could do nothing but explode in a fierce orgasm. We rolled and tossed, moaning and groaning, but not breaking the connection. We had crashed through the barrier' of bliss together.
"Wayne, baby," she cooed, "don't-don't ever leave me. I-I wouldn't want to live if you did."
"Me, either, Pet," I gasped.
Nude, we lay there together, kissing and toying with each other and murmuring endearing words. What a fuck it had been! Did other wives and husbands get as big a kick out of it as Pet and I? Sure, why not? Didn't somebody aver that all men, including the women, were created equal?
WAYNE
Pet was still working with me as clerk in the office. During lunch hour one Monday, I ran into Fern and her, gabbing in the hall. Fern was smiling and looking at me like a pussycat does a torn just before he makes a dive for her. I made a private bet what Pet was up to: she was arranging our mate swap for the weekend. Hell! Did I want to go through with it? Yet, actually, what was the harm? We were all clean and healthy. Nobody could possibly get in bad. Anyway, if things weren't okay in a couple of weeks, we could junk the whole thing.
Saturday afternoon, while I was viewing a ball game on TV, Pet rushed in. She grabbed my neck and kissed me more passionately than usual.
"Wayne, honey," she shrilled, "get shaved and put on that expensive striped shirt. And squirt some of my deodorant under your arms."
"You mean I smell bad?" I growled.
"Of course not. I just want you to be tops. There's a lady coming."
"What lady?"
"Fern Cox. It's all set. She's your lay for tonight. Fritz and I will make a motel in Harper for the weekend. Okay?"
So it had happened! I felt as if somebody had suddenly hooked me up to a hot wire. Fritz Cox screw my wife, little Pet? Slobber over her cute cunt and jam his monster cock into her tight pussy, which exactly fitted my prick? I started cussing a red-white-and-blue streak.
"Now wait a minute!" Pet exclaimed. "You can't back out now. Everything's set."
"Okay!" I shouted. "Okay! I see you're determined to screw that long-peckered Fritz. I hope he doesn't ruin you. But only one time, remember? Only once!"
She shrugged, and it wasn't long before Fritz screeched up in his big used Olds. He left Fern in the living room and whizzed off with Pet before I really knew what was happening. Fern stood beside our upright piano, smiling and idly thumping the keys with her middle finger.
"Well, greetings, Wayne," she said pleasantly. "I feel queer-don't you? Or have you-"
"Brand new to me," I told her. "Reckon we can make a go of it?"
"I hope so. Fritz is all for it."
He would be, the big prick! I thought furiously. But I didn't tell Fern. I gave her the ups-and-downs, the ups first, naturally. She was quite easy on the eye, a lot more alluring than she'd seemed at the office, where she worked as file clerk.
We horsed around a bit, then I led her upstairs to the big bedroom and we got our clothes off. The room was cool and comfortable. My old monster perked up and took notice as I gazed at Fern. Her breasts were full and nicely shaped, very erect. The nipples were large and kissable, making me think of ripe strawberries. Her waist was neat, her hips full and nicely rounded. Her thighs were out of this world they were so white and free of blemishes. They tapered down to dimpled symmetrical knees. Her large eyes were hazel, her hair light red, beehived.
"Well, boy," she murmured, "is this all we do-stare at each other-and think?"
"Not by a damn sight!" I bantered, putting my arms around her and holding her very close. Man, did she have it! That initial contact shot thrills through me like the first time I ever felt a nude female's skin touching mine. Pet was right: just being married didn't keep you from thrilling to a new sex partner.
Fern's quivering body was pressing hard against mine. My balls drew up and my jock throbbed. She was wearing some sort of sneaky perfume that made her more alluring. I wondered how I was doing with Pet's deodorant. All right, apparently, since Fern reached up and kissed me passionately and lingeringly, darting her sweet tongue against mine. She hugged me to her fiercely, and ground her seeking, pulsing pelvis against me. Ye gods, was she ready! But she had nothing on me.
How about Pet and Fritz? A surge of jealous anger hit me. Was he fucking her about now? Were they moaning and groaning and thrashing about on that motel bed, murmuring sweet talk, just about to enter the den of delight? Wayne, boy, I told myself, stop playing the fool. You know they are! Pay some attention to this marvelous female you're with. Fuck her, man, fuck her until your old monster goes limber as the neck of a gone gander.
I hurried to a closet for that bottle of twenty-year Scotch that my boss had given me for Christmas. I wanted to get Fern hot as hell and aching for my prick before I mounted her. I moved to the foot of the bed, kissing her gorgeous thighs on the way. Man, they were something! There wasn't a stray hair in sight, and they were white as snow on a hilltop. As I worked upward I caught the musky odor of her pussy. It was sweet, having the fragrance of the exquisite female body. Reaching her pelvis, I rooted into the triangle of reddish, curly hair. It seemed to be jealously trying to conceal the crimson lips of her alluring pussy. I thrust my tongue into it, did a few flaps, then sharply spanked her large clit. Her soft fingers spidered my balls, then tickled my cock under its head. How did she know that was the most thrilling spot? Her boobies were touching my chest, the stiff nipples scraping against the coarse hair. Then her hand crept up and her fingers closed gently around the stiff knob of my cock. Chilly thrills used my spine for a racetrack. Fern was writhing and moaning.
"Suck me, Wayne," she begged. "Do it hard, I-I-it's marvelous. Jesus, I'm crazy for it."
I really got rough, and in a few moments she gave a sharp sobbing cry and her body went limp.
"You-you didn't make it, honey," she cried. "I-I did all I could to-"
"Relax, baby," I soothed. "I'm saving my cream for the real session after you rest a bit."
She smiled. "Rest? Who needs any rest?"
I stared at her. "Okay, honey, let's go."
She moved her body to the center of the bed, her gorgeous white thighs spreading. My hands roamed over her alluring figure. Every atom of my body was seeking hers. She whimpered and twisted as my fingers toyed with the crimson lips of her pussy and fondled her large, stiff clit. My balls were drawn up almost out of sight, with my jock pulsing and weaving. I was about to give the empty air a paste job.
Suddenly, I thought of Fritz-the long-peckered bastard. I could imagine him fingering Pet's pretty little pussy. He'd be hugging her and slobbering over her curvy lips. He'd be atop her, rising up on his elbow, with his monster cock poised, stiff and hard. I flinched as I imagined him savagely poking it into her, making her yelp in pain. I couldn't forget those chippies ' in K.C. who'd backed away from him in horror. But pussies could stretch, I knew. Maybe she could take it; then they'd be moaning and groaning with joy as they came together.
Damn! I couldn't go on like this. Abruptly I located Fern's pussy with the knob of my cock. I made three hard thrusts, but one would have hidden my whacker. I wasn't surprised.
"God, honey!" she cried. "That-that's wonderful!"
"You-you mean-after Fritz, it still."
"Sure I do," she murmured. "Poor Fritz has to wear a block or I'd be in the hospital half the time."
That made me feel better. The old boy really was to be pitied. I slipped my hands under Fern's solid ass, held her tight. I pumped hard and fast, while she met my every penetration. We writhed and bucked in violent, passionate frenzy. Her boobies were heaving, her head weaving from side to side. Hoarse, sobbing cries came from between her clenched teeth. She fought for breath in ragged gasps. The inner muscles of her pussy were clutching my cock, palpating it with spasmodic pulsing. Furiously, she ground her pelvis against me.
"Harder, honey, harder!" she cried. "I-It's almost ... it's-"
Her shapely arms were wide, her fingers clenched into dead-white fists, beating the bed. I took her right nipple in my mouth, then her left, my tongue darting hard against them in turn. Then my teeth closed gently. I felt her body shuddering from head to foot.
"Jesus, boy!" she muttered hoarsely, "you-you're wonderful. What a relief from-"
She broke off, but I knew whom she meant-old horsecock Fritz. Poor guy. For a moment I felt sorry for him, then I thought about Pet and him and got angry again.
"Wayne, Wayne!" Fern was babbling, "why haven't you let me have it before now? Fuck me, baby. Do it ... oh, do it ... hard ... "
In a few moments I felt a thrilling tingle in my balls. It crept down my jock to the head, making it jerk and throb. I realized the supreme sensation was imminent.
"Jesus, honey," Fern panted, "it-it's good. I-I'm almost ... oh ... now ... now ... I-I'm coming, baby. Now ... now ... "
I came in a spasmodic spurting of cream, and Fern and I did it together. Her even white teeth came down hard on my right nipple, and blood stained her lips. Then she shivered, sighed, and relaxed. We lay there for a couple of minutes, kissing each other tenderly and murmuring phrases of endearment. She was fondling my balls and I mouthed her gorgeous boobies.
"Wayne, big man," she cooed, "you are King Sex himself. I love Fritz, of course, but the way you thrilled me is-is-"
"I know, baby, I know. This is-well, it's marvelous. It's new and thrilling. I just hope it won't-"
She pressed her fingers against my lips. "It won't, Wayne, it won't. If we did it a thousand times it would still be as good as it was tonight." She hesitated, then kissed me again. "I hope Pet--likes Fritz, too. Then we can really enjoy ourselves."
I said nothing, but I thought plenty. Yeah!
Fritz and his outsize whacker. I just hoped he wouldn't wreck Pet's screwing works.
Fritz and Pet got in about six the next morning. Pet seemed to be all right. Ye gods! I hoped so. We all tanked up on black coffee. We felt so refreshed we thought about screwing all around again. But we didn't, maybe because I feared I'd have to watch Fritz's skinny ass bobbing over my favorite fucking field.
PETULIA
When Wayne got home Saturday afternoon, I was so excited I couldn't stand still.
"Ants in your pants?" he growled.
"Guess what, you old fucker!" I exclaimed, rushing at him, my arms outstretched. I felt like a virgin bride with rice still in my hair. I guess I was thrilling to what would happen when I went to bed with a new lover that night.
"Come on, Pet," Wayne said, "spill the bad news."
"Honey," I gushed, "I-I've gone and done it."
"Done what, for chrissake."
"Now don't act so innocent."
"You-you mean, you can't mean you've-"
"I do." I thumped his ear playfully. "Jerry Mobbs is 'entertaining' me tonight, and you, you fucker, you get to screw Irma till your juice runs out."
"Irma?"
"Yeah. I happen to know she loves a stiff joy-prong about the size of yours."
"But not as big as Fritz's!" Wayne retorted.
"Jealous!" I chuckled. "Maybe Fritz isn't so hot. Don't worry about it."
That cooled him down a little, but when he started for the bathroom to shave I saw his whacker start waving its head as he thought about Irma Mobbs. Irma was a slender, willowy chick, rather tall, with a sly look in her gray eyes. Jerry worked as claims adjuster in our office-a heavyset brute of a man with a red neck and big, brown, bugged-out eyes. Darn! I'd wager he hung a jock as big as a cop's billy-club. Me, I, was going to have that king-size tool rammed into my little passion pit until maybe I'd yell for mercy. It seemed lately I was getting all the monster cocks. Would I really yell? Or would it be more thrilling than Wayne's? But I'd heard that our pussies would stretch and take king-size pricks. And who was it that used to say, "The gals get all the cream and half the fun?"
I figured Wayne would be tingling all over, thinking about screwing Irma, but he'd also be suffering that lousy jealousy as he visualized me being screwed by another man. He liked the thought of screwing the swapping wives, but he couldn't go for the swapping husbands toping off his own wife in any way, shape, or form.
"Get with it, Wayne," I muttered to myself. "Get off that one-way street. Show 'em you can grin and bear it."
"Oh, yes, baby," I told him when he came out of the shower, "It's also planned for Fritz to take on Julia-you know, Irma's younger sister? She's here on a visit and rearing to go."
"Old Schnozzola. is right," he growled. "Everybody wants to get into da act."
"I promise it'll be a good one, honey," I said.
WAYNE
By ten after ten that night Pet and Jerry had left for his place, and Irma was lazing on our davenport. She'd spread her long legs a bit, and the enticing white skin gleamed on her tantalizing thighs.
"Groovy, being here, Wayne," she said, grinning. "I've had my eye on you ever since the day I watched you juggling those policy riders at the office. You know, boy, I dig those deep blue eyes and curly brown hair, and"-she winked-"that big bulge where your third leg belongs."
And it was a bulge now, no mistake. My whacker was getting hard as a track spike and several times as thick. This gal talked a good screw and I realized she wasn't spoofing. My nerves were tingling, my breath getting ragged. A nice fresh hunk of pussy! Damn it, Pet had told me right. You could have a huge yen for a new cut of tail even if you were nuts about your wife.
I had no time for further brilliant deductions, because Irma had gotten to her feet and was gliding toward me. "Gliding" is right, since her slender figure seemed to be doing just that. Her shapely arms closed around my neck, her lips pressed hard against mine and her pelvis nudged me invitingly. My jock almost went into convulsions.
"Wayne, honey," she murmured, "well make it"
Her seeking fingers ran over my shoulders and arms. "Wayne," she cooed, "how I love real he-man muscles, hard and lean like yours, and that stiff thing pushing against me!"
I came darn near throwing her onto the davenport and putting the bone to her right there, but I froze onto her and enjoyed the chill thrills racing over me.
Her lips parted and her stiff tongue darted between my teeth. Her kiss was sweet, breathtaking. For the moment I felt as if I'd had one too many. I had to hold onto Irma to keep from spinning.
"Wayne, boy," she muttered hoarsely, "I want it. Why wait? Jesus, I'm liable to come, just kissing you!"
She clutched one of my hands and guided it through an opening that had somehow developed between her titties. Ye gods, this cutie wasn't going to wait for me to start proceedings. It was something new-the female making advances-but it thrilled me. My quaking fingers explored her petal-smooth titty. Where was her bra? I hadn't seen her take it off. Brother, she'd come ready for business!
I felt her right arm closing around my buttocks and the fingers of her left hand feeling through my pants for my cock. Her tongue was hitting mine in hard little thrusts. This made my balls draw up and my jock throw a fit.
"Love me, Wayne, honey," she pleaded. "Love me! I'm crazy for you. I'm dying for it."
Well, Irma was too young to die, but I was so damned befuddled by her abrupt advance that I hung on for a long moment, playing dumb. Then I snapped out of it, lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. We started shedding our clothes. She beat me to it, and, naked as a jaybird, fell onto the bed. I got there just seconds later.
I thought of Omar, the old wine biber and houri master. Was this the way he'd done it? It must have been in a tent. His heavenly houri and he lay on a rich colorful rug on the soft sand. Did that beautiful rug make his jollies more thrilling?
My nerves were tingling, my muscles jerking. I feared I couldn't hold my wad until I got my jock into Irma's pussy. But I'd certainly try. She writhed and twisted, got herself beneath me. I don't remember how I mounted her-I was that excited. Her nude body was squirming, her pelvis grinding against mine. Her hands went around my ass, pulled me close. I felt the head of my whacker rubbing against the thick, curly hair, almost concealing the crimson lips of her pussy.
"Let me have it-now, Wayne," she begged. "For chrissake don't tease me!"
I didn't realize I was teasing her. For a few seconds I poked around, then her palpitating, seeking pussy grasped my cock and drew it in. I felt it gliding until my balls touched her twitching anus. Ecstatic chills and thrills used my spine for a racetrack. She pumped her pelvis furiously, her teeth cutting into my left nipple. She moaned, twisting her head from side to side.
"It-it's so good, big man!" she cried. "Fuck me, Wayne. Don't hold back. Harder now, faster ... I-I'll try to come with you ... "
I got my jollies much too quickly for her. She clutched me in a vise-like grip, wouldn't let me withdraw. Her strong arms strained my body to her and her twisting hips and humping pelvis were encouraging my jock to come to life again.
Well, I was too full of sap to withstand much of that. My balls began to thrill and I felt my jock start to tingle and throb. She kissed me long and furiously, darting her sweet tongue against mine. Then I felt her hot fingers clutching my ass and pulling me closer.
"It-it's marvelous, baby, marvelous!" she cried. "It-it's getting stiff. Keep going, honey. Bear down hard. Make me come so damn crazy I'll go clear off my nut."
Abruptly, then, she began cussing like an angry muleskinner, and hammering the bed with her fists. Was I hurting her? Hardly, after following Fritz's monster cock. But I'd never heard a gal swear like that when she was taking a stiff prick.
"Is-is it painful, baby?" I stammered. "Shall I-"
"No, no, Wayne! It's so thrilling I-I got to sound off. Don't stop. Fuck me, boy, fuck me!"
In a daze I listened to her cuss words. They made me thrust harder and faster. like a horny animal I pounded her exquisite naked body. I felt her pussy working and clutching, palpating my jock with gentle yet strong seizures.
Abruptly, her long legs locked around my back. She nipped my neck furiously. "Now, honey, now!" she muttered hoarsely. "I-I'm coming ... do me, baby, do me! Oh ... oh . . now ... now ... I'm dying..."
But she didn't. We climbed the heavenly hill together. The room seemed to whirl and I must have blacked out for a moment or two. Then cymbals crashed and rockets flashed and soared skyward, coming down in a colorful cascade of multi-hued scintillations. My jock was jerking and gushing, filling her pussy to overflowing with my cream.
She was pecking my face with sharp kisses and chewing my small tits. I felt her petal-smooth thighs caressing mine.
"Wayne, honey," she cooed, contentedly, "I-I can't begin to tell you how good it was. Why did we wait so long to get our 'things' together? I-I love Fritz, of course, but this is-is like rum in the cake!"
We rested there for a few minutes, unwinding, kissing tenderly and murmuring the sweet phrases that follow a thrilling sexual consummation. Then I got up and called on the old Scotch bottle to cheer us. A couple of stiff jolts did it.
Irma and I got the job done three more times during the hectic night. The time passed all too quickly. We were wandering in a dream world of chilly thrills. At six o'clock I heard the railroad roundhouse whistle, and we got into our clothes. Pet and Jerry came in a few minutes later. Pet looked jaded but content, and Jerry's red neck appeared a bit washed out, his bugged eyes somewhat dull. Damn it! I thought, I'll bet he's jazzed her half a dozen times during the night. Her little pussy will be all out of shape. But I'm a fine one to complain. I've been topping off his girl. That makes it even Stephen!
We brewed fresh coffee and guzzled several cups. I didn't have the guts to ask Pet how things went, and if she had a ball. I was afraid of what she might say.
PETULIA
True to rumors, my little pussy did stretch and I didn't suffer any ill effects from Fritz's monster cock. Anyway, I'd never admit it if it had been painful. So I was all smiles when Wayne got home for the weekend. I pinned him down at the supper table.
"Wayne, honey," I said, pouring his coffee, "mamma is the bearer of glad tidings."
I suspected he was afraid I'd opened another charge account.
"Spill it," he muttered.
"Now don't blow your top," I said, kissing his cheek. "We wives had a meeting here this afternoon and-and decided a few things."
"Expensive, no doubt"
"You!" I rumpled his hair. "It won't cost anybody anything."
"That I've got to see."
"Well, we scouted around and got three more couples to join our club."
He stared at me. "Club? I don't-"
"Oh, yes, you do. I mean our mate-swapping crowd. We've now got six couples."
"Sue? Ye gods, wha?"
"Now, honey, just relax." I buttered our toast. "All the husbands except maybe you, you fucker, will go for it. The girls talked them into it."
"But who would be-"
"You'll be surprised, honey. The new ones will be Chuck and Judy Karnes, Ron and Edie Wyatt, and Jack and Lissa Gilham. How's that, you old grouch?"
He shook his head and blew out his breath. "Damn!" he exploded. "If this keeps up we'll have to install red lights on the portico."
We were well acquainted with all these people. They were normal, healthy, reliable couples-not a deadbeat in the lot. So far, none of them had any kids.
"Say something," I demanded.
"Come one, come all," Wayne growled, lifting his hands. I suspected he was getting an odd new thrill, thinking about five new, strange pussies, all asking him for attention. But he'd sure as heck never tell me how he was feeling. What fool had once written there was nothing exciting in life? "After a while," he'd averred, "all things are a weariness." Must have been that old Frenchy, Guy de Maupassant.
"We'll all meet here," I continued, "this Saturday night. You guys should be rearing to go-if you haven't cooked up a poker game."
"I know something more exciting," he told me.
It worked out fine. Our five couples arrived right on the dot at eight, and we didn't waste time. Everybody ranged around our big living room, naked as plucked ducks. They were squatting on the davenport, the ottomans, the piano bench-anywhere they could anchor their bare butts. The party got under way in a jiffy. We all knew what to expect, so we didn't have to do a lot of explaining and indulging in idle chitchat. I dug up an extra bottle of that twenty-year Scotch that Wayne didn't know I had. I'd baked some spicy little cakes, almost as hot as the liquor.
None of our couples remained seated very long. Still alluring in their birthday suits, they began meandering around, each husband flirting with his neighbor's wife, each wife toying with another woman's husband. Male fingers flicked the pubic hair of inviting pussies, female fingers fondled throbbing pricks and balls
Edie Wyatt, especially, held my gaze. She was exquisite in the nude, much more so than I'd thought possible when working with her at the office. Her hair was black as the proverbial raven's wing; her dark eyes were alive with passion, and her curvy lips were red as a rising full moon. She was exuding energy. The Scotch and surroundings were inflaming her desire. She lazed on our davenport, partly reclining, partly sitting. She was leaning back against the gaily colored silken pillows, her dark eyes half-closed. Her skin was white as new snow on a hilltop. Her gorgeous titties stood erect, the dark red nipples queen-sized.
Fritz sank down on the foot of the davenport and Edie playfully thrust her nude right leg across his naked thigh, resting the other on the soft rug. He started fondling her small foot. She lifted it and gently kicked his chin. He chuckled and seized her neat ankle, then grasped her other foot. She kicked again, mockingly trying to break away, but actually exposing her alluring pussy for us to see. Its crimson lips, peeping from under the pubic hair, might have been a camera, focusing for a picture. Fritz let go her foot and began stroking her white, flat belly with his free hand. Then he released her other foot and his muscular arm slipped under her buttocks. He started to kiss her lips, throat, shoulders and boobies, then seized in turn each cherry-hued nipple in his thick lips and sucked it. Her white fingers groped for his monster cock, found it, and toyed with the big knob.
Instantly, Fritz was between her thighs. I saw his king-size jock start its downward thrust. I couldn't help shuddering. Could Edie possibly take it? Then her ass started bobbing, and I was spellbound, watching his big bag strike her buttocks.
I shouldn't have worried, for in a minute or two Fritz and Edie were groaning and moaning in a violent struggle as they entered the den of delight together.
"Wayne, look, look over there!" I exclaimed. "On the rug near the hall entrance. Jack and Fern, those hot carrot-tops! Are they giving each other the all-overs!"
Their hands were roaming like nomads in a desert. Jack's freckled fingers were sneaking toward Fern's red-thatched pussy. She was making it easier for him to touch. Her fingers were inching toward his pelvis, and in moments they had clutched his large, flat-headed jock. She began toying with it, licking it under its jerking head. He kissed her lingeringly, then whispered something in her shapely ear.
"What next?" I asked Wayne.
His eyes widened. "Honey, they're going to screw right here before the crowd."
I was fascinated, and couldn't look away from them. My pussy was about to go into convulsions, and my nipples were stiffening. Fern pointed her knees toward the Milky Way. Jack bent over her so that he could reach her beautiful pussy. I'd never seen a passion pit hiding under light red fuzz, so I gazed at it like a kid watching his girl friend squat to pee. Fern kept working his big cock and he pushed his lips snugly against the crimson lips of her pussy. She encircled his jock with her lips and they both began to lave and smack. Those two carrot-tops, pulling together, was a sight I'll never forget.
In a minute or two I heard their choked cries, and I knew they'd got their jollies together. But Jack hadn't finished. He was a redhead. Those carrot-tops always go you one better. He lifted Fern and lugged her back to the davenport.
What must ball-and-chain Fritz be thinking? Did he feel as angry and jealous as Wayne when watching some other husband screw me? Then I saw there was no need to worry. Fritz was too busy screwing Irma in a corner of the room to be bothered. He was boning her on her feet! She had her legs spread, and Fritz, stooped over, was hunching and pumping, his monster cock sliding in and out. Irma's eyes were closed tight her face white and set. She was gasping for breath.
I gazed back at Jack. He was holding Fern on his lap, facing him. Her ass was writhing and she was moaning. For a moment, when she lifted her buttocks, I saw his big reddish jock waving like a politician's arm. She was riding it like a cowgirl astride a mustang at a rodeo. For a moment I thought Jack was trying to unseat her, but I figured he'd be nuts to do that.
I tugged at Wayne's arm. "Watch Jack! What-what's he up to?"
Jack was getting to his feet but freezing onto Fern. She was actually riding his long, stiff prick. He worked as salesman out of our office. He was big and strong and tough. He began to sing in an off-key tenor as he lurched about the room. Fern bounced around on his jock. I could see they were getting their kicks. Finally, creaming off together, they really went wild. They fell to their knees, then rolled on the soft rug near the piano, snipping and scrapping and tugging at each other's hair.
Well, after that cock-teasing scene, we all gathered around and took nips from the old Scotch. I guess that's what started the real fracas. In minutes, couples seemed to be lying all over the place, the females being screwed in every position known to man, and probably in some known only to old Satan, himself. I'll bet he would have laughed out loud if he were watching.
A few of the couples couldn't find room except on the floor, and they were giving the rugs fits. But they soon got weary of that and lurched to the bedrooms. I went off with some fat-peckered bastard, but Wayne didn't watch me too closely. He was too busy screwing Lissa, the gorgeous gal with the golden hair and the hairless pussy.
WAYNE
That Lissa! She was the answer to a whore-master's dream! I'd slipped her up to our master bedroom. We locked the door, then looked at each other and chuckled. We played eyes for a few moments, and they said "Yes."
"Gee, honey," she chortled, "am I glad you took me! I've been aching for you ever since I came to work in your office."
"Make that a double, Lissa," I said, eyeing her up, naturally, and licking my lips.
She stood there, breathing raggedly, her titties beginning to heave. She was a fairly short girl, with naturally golden hair and green eyes. Her fingers were rather long and tapering, and her nails were polished a brilliant red. Being a small female didn't mean she had small boobies. They were quite full and nicely rounded, the nipples a delicate pink, erect and inviting. Her waist was neat, her hips fully female. None of your slab-sided stuff here. Her trim buttocks were beautifully rounded, and how they could writhe and rotate! I'd drooled over them at the office, even with her skirt cheating me. Her thighs were works of art, marble-white, no sign of ugly blemish or unwanted hair. I was about to go nuts, craving to get between them. They tapered down to alluring dimpled knees. Then I gasped and fell back a step. There was no triangle of pubic hair concealing her pussy! In all its beauty her gorgeous cunt was staring at me. My jock jerked and my balls tingled.
She gave me a quizzical look. "Surprised, Wayne, honey? Well, you can see I don't like anything in my way."
"Yeah, doll, yeah," I stammered. "I-I'm with you."
I took her in my arms and let my throbbing cock massage her bare pussy. How did she do it? Had the hair been present I'm sure it would have been a gorgeous, golden color.
Omar, Omar! I thought, you old fucker and maker of tents! I'll bet you never had an exquisite houri minus golden fuzz on her pussy. You never knew what you missed-that intense personal touch. Anyway, all your houris must have been brunettes.
Clutched in each other's arms, Lissa and I fell onto the bed. Abruptly she was after me like a passion-crazed nymph. Her mouth and lips were sucking, biting, chewing my throat and nipples. For a moment I was shocked, tried to calm her, but to no avail. Abruptly she reversed her position, her buttocks hovering over my face, her beautiful nude pussy almost touching my mouth. She encircled my jock with her hot lips, laved it under the head, darted her tongue against it in stiff thrusts, then took it into her mouth as far as possible and smoked it. All this put me one degree above convulsive insanity. Pet had never done this for me. Did she really know how? I'd certainly have to teach her.
Furiously Lissa and I writhed and bucked on the bed in the throes of fierce passion beyond our control.
"Wayne, baby," she whimpered, "do me, please! Do me, so we can make it together."
Could I? Maybe, but it would be the first time. I knew I couldn't refuse her. She was giving me incredibly chilly thrills that made me feel like the King of Siam! So I thrust my stiffened tongue into her inviting pussy and was amazed at the pleasant, sweetish taste. I'd imagined it might be brackish, repulsive.
Lissa twisted and gasped. Her teeth tightened on my jock and I feared she might ruin it. I bit her hard, too, but she refused to flinch or cry out.
"Now, Wayne, honey," she moaned. "Now ... now ... it's ... about to ... Oh, Wayne, harder, man, harder ... "
My teeth clamped down on her clit and she responded in like manner. Then the supreme sensation flashed through our bodies and we creamed off together. I forgot about the sharp pain of her teeth biting my cock; it seemed to intensify the terrific thrill of our orgasm, giving us long moments of incredible ecstasy that made us shiver and gasp.
For a minute or two we lay apart, eyes closed, relaxing and murmuring honeyed words to each other. Her fingers were drying my jock with a soft towel and toying with my balls. Abruptly, then, she got to her knees and perched her pelvis above mine. She bent over and dangled her big boobies against my small ones. My muscles writhed and tensed as I felt her titties caressing mine. She whimpered and nipped my right nipple, then bit my throat and drew on it until a king-sized welt appeared. When she kissed my lips fiercely, I took her engorged nipple between my lips and bit it sharply. She yelped.
"Wayne, big man," she muttered, "I-I can't wait ... Jesus, boy, I-I'm crazy for it. Screw me, Wayne, now ... now ... now ... "
There was no need for her begging because I was hot as an overheated motor. She fondled my cock and cupped my bag with her petal-soft fingers. I lifted my pelvis to touch her gorgeous hairless cunt. My jock was rearing its head and jerking around. Whimpering and twisting, she lowered her pussy upon it in spasmodic jerks until it pushed deep into her cunt. I felt her pussy grasping and contracting like soft but firm fingers. Then the portals of paradise opened. It was a violent paradise that set us on fire as we entered, our passions fanning the flame.
"Wayne, Wayne," she murmured hoarsely, "you, boy, are King Sex, himself! Please say you'll let me have that wonderful thing again. I-I've just got to have it."
Later, Lissa told me she kept her pussy hairless because it was more sanitary. She refused to tell me just how she managed it There were no harsh stubbles to indicate her using a razor. Maybe she'd never grown any pubic hair. Anyway, it was a wonderful, thrilling pussy that put life into my jock every time I thought about it.
PETULIA
I promised to tell you more about my darling French poodle, Prince, so here goes. Wayne bellyached sometimes because I was always petting Prince, when really I should have been paying more attention to my husband. But Prince was a darling. He had a luxuriant silver coat and dark almond-shaped eyes, full of fire and intelligence-and it sometimes seemed jealousy. When I petted him his dark nose and lips would brush my face. His dark toenails would stand out starkly against the silver of his paws.
Prince had cost me plenty, since he had pure bloodlines and thoroughbred ancestry. He'd been named after a famous English show poodle.
Sometimes, when Wayne and I would have a little spat, I'd let Prince get extra friendly. He seemed to have almost human intelligence, watching when Wayne and I were humping to get our jollies. And when we got to screwing like a pair of horny minks Prince would start whining and putting his paws up on the side of the bed. He'd pant and his pink tongue would hang out, and occasionally his whacker would push out, long and bony.
Basically he was a very gentle animal, always craving affection. He'd rub up against my legs, never against Wayne's, look up at me and whine plaintively. When I'd soak in a tub of warm, scented water, he'd put his paws on the edge of the tub, his tongue hanging out and his eyes dancing. When I stood up to towel he'd touch my thigh with his cold nose and make me shudder. Actually he seemed to be grinning, as his tail wagged. He seemed to be staring at me with human admiration.
One Monday evening Wayne had to go back to the office on an emergency call and I was enjoying my usual bubble bath. I wanted to be fresh and sweet for him later when we got our jollies.
Prince was watching me. Tonight he seemed unusually eager. Standing up to dry off, I reached over and stroked his head with my right hand while my left clutched the towel around my middle. He whined and rubbed his cold nose against my inner thigh.
What was he thinking? What did he want? Surely, it wasn't that he-
I draped the towel around my shoulder and spread my thighs a little, staring down at him. Again he nuzzled my thigh and whined. Then he rubbed my flesh up and down as if he were begging for something.
"What was it, baby?" I asked. "Don't you feel well? Do you want to go out?"
He only rubbed my thighs the harder, making my pulses race and strange thrills shoot up my thighs to my passion pit. Again Prince wagged his tail and whined. Then he backed away and lay, panting, on the cool tile. He kept looking at me, a mute appeal in his expressive brown eyes. I reached for a heavy dry towel, folded it and dropped it to the floor. I knelt upon it, slowly letting my buttocks sink to my heels, my thighs spread. Prince's ears raised as he looked at the thick curls bordering the pink lips of my pussy.
"Here, Prince, baby," I cooed. "Here, good doggy."
With both hands I stroked my thighs, letting my arms move slowly, invitingly. Prince got up and moved toward me. What would he do? My heart was hammering, my stomach writhing. He whined for a moment or two, then prodded one of my titties with his cold muzzle. I groaned at the touch of that cool nose on my tender skin. I clutched his beautiful head with both hands. He whined again, then worked his head up and down my body, sniffing eagerly. I gasped and started trembling. Had Prince been trained to do certain things?
Slowly, being careful not to frighten him with any abrupt movement, I pushed my thighs farther apart, spreading them invitingly. I closed my eyes and waited. Finally I felt his cold damp nose touch my navel, then press against the lips of my passion pit.
"Good doggy, Prince," I murmured. "Go on...
Then a sharp scream of mingled pain and passion escaped my lips. Prince had suddenly thrust his long, rough tongue through the dewy curls and past the lips of my pussy.
Never once in my adult life had I experienced such a thrilling sensation. Waves of breathtaking lust washed over my entire body and I pounded my hips in a frenzy of passionate ecstasy. I almost lost my senses.
"That's it, baby," I muttered hoarsely. "Keep it up."
Prince's brown eyes rolled up at me. He must have understood! Then his adorable head went down, and again I felt the stab of his rough tongue, much deeper this time and into my quivering pussy.
Suddenly I found myself trembling with fright. This was happening too fast for me to understand completely. When I bought Prince it was with no thought of using him for sexual delight. Certainly he must have been trained! Now I was almost afraid to move. I'd often heard that dogs-any animal-excited by any unusual happening or sudden movement, might bite savagely. I was naked as Eve in the Garden. Looking at Prince's gleaming white fangs made me shiver.
"Good doggy, Prince," I soothed, "that's enough for now. Stop, Prince, there's a good boy."
He lifted his head, glanced up at me with near human intelligence, then relaxed and kept looking at me. He placed his nose on his outstretched forepaws, his muzzle only inches from my quivering passion pit.
I felt my skin crawling, my thighs trembling and my joybox trembling. My fingers went to my nipples. They were hard and stiff. In God's name, what's happening to me? I wondered. Such a thing is incredible-allowing a dumb animal to sniff and nuzzle my pussy and getting a strange, almost unbearable sexual thrill from it!
"Let's go to bed, Prince," I coaxed, trying to talk gaily yet calmly. I was terribly afraid I'd excite him and he'd become violent and slash my tender skin.
Slowly I slipped into my bathrobe and walked to the door. Prince followed meekly, his tail quiet, his head drooping. Was he disappointed?
"You sleep in the utility room, Prince," I told him. "It's nice and warm in there. I'm going to bed and wait for Wayne to come home."
Prince stopped and looked up at me, whining and licking his black nose. I patted his head and urged him to lie down, then closed the utility room door. My hands were trembling and my forehead was damp with sweat. I felt weak, spent and helpless. I couldn't realize what had happened-my passions set aflame by the touch of a dumb animal!
I heard him whining again and my breath came faster. "Prince, good boy, go to sleep now, Mamma's going to bed and doesn't want to hear you whining. Good night, baby."
I heard a short bark of protest, then silence. Had he actually understood me? I felt sure he had, and that his intelligence was almost incredible. I waited for a moment or two but he didn't complain further.
I went to my bedroom and locked the door-but I shouldn't do that! I realized Wayne would want to know why, and I simply could not tell him what Prince had done. Wayne, would make me get rid of him, and I could never bear to part with him. I got up and unlocked the door, and turned on the ruby night light.
Lying in bed a few moments later I couldn't forget what Prince had done. I put my hands down to my inner thighs. Thoughtfully I stroked the spots Prince had snuffed and rubbed. My titties arched and my nipples stiffened. I recoiled in horror. This would never do!
But my aroused passionate need was too strong. I couldn't wait fflr Wayne to come home. I began to masturbate myself, slowly at first, then with frenzied speed. Rising heat began to warm my passion pit. Then I yelped with delight as my cream washed my finger and I climbed the heavenly hill. Oh, it was good, but nothing like it would be with Wayne and his big educated joyprong. I'd just take a little nap and be ready for him when he got home.
Should I tell him about Prince? Never, never! No harm had been done, but if Wayne knew it he'd make me get rid of my darling poodle, and that I could never bear.
WAYNE
After that thrilling fuck with the tantalizing Lissa I was glad I didn't have to report for work the next morning. I lazed around home all day. Pet was less talkative than usual. I didn't try to find out who'd screwed her while I was topping off Lissa, but somehow I couldn't subdue surges of jealous anger. I shouldn't have felt that way and I knew it.
"I know what's troubling your feeble mind," Pet told me at supper.
I was gulping my second cup of coffee.
"You might as well simmer down," she added. "The bastard didn't do me a big of good. He was too lushed to get up a hard."
"Fine," I growled.
"It is not!" she retorted. "But I'm the bearer of glad tidings."
That word again! Surely it must be a new charge account this time.
"Fritz and Jerry are both drooling to screw me again," Pet went on. "Damned if I can decide which one to take first."
I spilled my coffee. "Big problem!" I exclaimed. "Why not screw 'em both?"
"Maybe I will," she flashed.
"Well, better take 'em one at a time," I crabbed. "And while you're playing hide-the-weinie with 'em I'll mosey over to the south side and cut me a hunk of that chocolate cake. You know"-I grinned at her-"the one with the high-brown frosting?"
Pet chuckled. "Okay by me. Maybe it'll improve your disposition a little. Anyway, I've heard colored stuff is tops. So go ahead and report back to Mama. Maybe I'll try it myself sometime."
I banged out of the house and started pounding the sidewalk. I've heard oxygen on the hoof is good for cutting anger down to size. Oh, I was sore, all right. But I was a little horny, too. I was thinking of Tennie Jackson, the high-brown who'd recently entered our office as a messenger clerk. She'd been casting me the glad eye and licking her inviting lips every time she bent over me at my desk. She was a rather tall, willowy gal, with enticing titties that distended her blouse until it yelled for mercy. My prick would tingle every time she stooped over me and I glimpsed her alluring boobies. I don't think she owned a bra, at least she never wore one. Maybe she was proud of her tantalizing titties.
Most of the time she wore some kind of subtle perfume that seemed to flash a message to my screwing equipment. My jock would almost get out of hand when my nose sniffed the message. Tennie had big, clear blue-black eyes with large whites that lighted up when she looked at me. She wore a black beehive wig that added to her height.
It was just getting dark when I pushed my lagging feet down to the south side. There was no hurry. I was trying to walk off some of my mad and good fuck from Tennie might help. But would she do it? Of course she would. Her every move during the past few days had told me as much.
The air was balmy, the sky a deep dark, with a full reddish moon showing on the horizon. Romantic? I wasn't feeling that way. Mainly, I wanted to get even with Pet for what she was going to do.
It wasn't hard to find Tennie. I knew she had her own place, because her address had been posted on our bulletin board. Her parents lived down the line about a hundred miles. She could hardly afford to go back and forth. I wondered about her apartment. Was she doing it for pay? Did she accept little gifts from her gentlemen friends? Well, nothing like investigating.
Her pad was on the ground floor in a run down red brick building. Her door was wide open. I caught the smell of ham, frying. I wasn't wanting to eat, unless it might be a sweet slice of pussy. I trudged up the worn concrete steps and Tennie got up to greet me.
"Oh, Mister Wayne," she chirped, "you know something? I was expecting you; really, I was."
"Hello, Tennie." I said. "It-it's sort of hot tonight."
She smiled and hitched up her green slacks. "You're so right, big man. It-it's hot, and I mean hot."
My mad spell was fading. I chuckled, "You said it, baby. Think we ought to cool it a little?"
"Why not, Mister Wayne?" She indicated a chair for me. "And get this, big man: I don't intend to let you hold out on me. I'll put my cards right on the table. I want a kid, a swell big boy, with pretty light-brown eyes, golden-brown skin and straight hair!"
Ye gods! Her sudden approach almost rolled me out of the chair. "You-you want what?" I gasped.
"I didn't stutter, big man," she said, shaking her head. "Come over here. I'll show you what I mean."
Somewhat dazed, I moved to her. She turned to close and lock the door, then put her strong arms around my neck and strained me to her. Damn! This cutie was no chippy. She smelled fresh as morning dew and sweet as the honeysuckles in our backyard. She was clean as a ghost.
I kissed her lingeringly and passionately, twin pulses beating in my eyes. I swallowed and trembled. My legs felt rubbery from compelling desire. I can't remember just how we shed our clothes, but it didn't take long. We tumbled onto her big bed, locked in each other's arms. Our lips met in another lingering kiss, another smooth fingers found my prick. She fondled it for a moment, and my arms slid down and held her nicely rounded ass. It wasn't flabby or fat, just solid and enticing. Her fingers began working gently up and down my jock. It was so thrilling I damn near shot my wad before we could get started. She must have sensed it, for she stopped, looked at me and shook her head.
"Watch it, big man," she warned. "I want every precious drop of your cream. I-I've got to have it!"
Brother, she wasn't kidding! She whimpered and twisted as my fingers fondled the thick, dark curls, jealously trying to hide the crimson lips of her alluring pussy.
"Honey," she murmured, "don't mess around too much. You-you might waste some of-"
"Relax, Tennie," I said. "There's plenty of cream. I'll fill that gorgeous cunt of yours till it spills over."
She kissed me again, long and hard. Then, "Mister Wayne, I'm going to stitch up my pussy and not open it for nine months."
I had to chuckle. Ye gods! This doll was really determined to get a baby from me. With a quick movement she pressed my throbbing prick against her voluptuous crimson slit. For a moment I stayed put, enjoying the sharp tingling of mere contact. Then she pushed her pelvis up hard and yelped as my jock plunged downward on its thrilling journey. Her passion pit was petal-soft but tight. Hadn't she ever had a stiff prick jammed into it? No doubt, but I found it hard to believe.
Fiercely I strained her to me. I felt her hot pussy start to grasp my almost painful erection. My hands slid down to her solid buttocks. In one savage thrust I jammed my cock all the way in. Tennie's arms went around my neck, tightened. Her teeth nipped my chest and tits. Her brown knees pointed toward the stars, and her gorgeous thighs clutched my middle.
"Big man, big man," she murmured hoarsely, "it-it's hurting a little, but it's so good, too. I can't tell you how-"
"Relax, doll," I said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Her shapely legs began trembling and her face was set and contorted. She chewed her lower lip and whimpered. Then she started to twist and move about wildly as we came together.
"Don't-don't leave me, big man," she begged. "I don't want to lose a drop of your precious cream."
Well, I hung with her and thrilled to every moment of it. This cutie really meant business. She was determined to have a lad, with me for its daddy. I couldn't help wondering what she'd do with it if I could get her stuck. Probably send it down to her folks till she could join them. But she was out of hick. I wouldn't tell her why just now. Let her live in joyful anticipation for a while.
I cupped her luscious booby in both hands and tightened my lips around her engorged stiff nipple that looked like a dead-ripe cherry on her light brown breast. I chewed and laved the nipple, causing her to pound the bed with her fists.
"You-you're getting ready again, big man," she cooed. "But hurry, hurry! Let me have more of that."
"Yeah, doll, I know."
I pressed my head down, trying to grasp her entire right titty in my mouth, but it was too large. I fondled her other breast with trembling fingers. She pulled my head back and kissed me furiously. Her pain had subsided and I could tell she was almost berserk with passion. She laved my throat and cheeks, then darted her stiff tongue into my mouth and spanked mine. Gently, then, she began a rocking, grinding movement and I met her every motion. I asked myself, "Wayne, are colored girls good screwing? Don't be a fool, fellow! They're tops."
Our grinding, rocking movements accelerated. My prick and balls tingled and heated up until they seemed ready to catch on fire. Was Tennie educated in the art of screwing? No, she must hardly be out of her teens, yet I could feel gentle muscles deep within her tantalizing pussy, grasping and thrilling my prick. Could it be old Mother Nature herself? She must be prompting Tennie to make me shoot my wad. A sharp tingling sprang up in my balls and flashed outward to the head of my joyprong. The thrilling sensation intensified until I nearly passed out. Then I felt my cream squirting into Tennie's pussy in long, spasmodic spurts. She cried out, shuddered and relaxed. We had wallowed in the lagoon of love together.
"Big man, big man," she murmured, "you--you've done your part. It-it was good, so good! Now pull out and let me save every bit of your precious cream."
I hate to argue with the ladies. So I relaxed like a multi-fucked stud and let Tennie get up and save my semen.
Actually, it was the most satisfying screw I'd ever had, but sure as hell I'll never admit it to Pet!
PETULIA
When Wayne got home late that night, I could see he was dragging. I was waiting up for him. I'd chained the doors and made him hammer like the devil before I'd let him in.
"Forgot my key, baby," he muttered.
"Like hell you did!" I exclaimed, slamming the door. "You forgot another thing, too."
"Another-what?"
"You forgot to wipe your prick after digging into that chocolate cake!" I shook my head and turned up my nose. "Take a look at your pants, you big fibber. That starchy spot on your fly isn't egg foo yung!"
He sank onto the davenport and grinned feebly. I plopped down beside him. "All right, chum," I said, "how was it?"
"Punk," he muttered again. "I-I'm sorry I even went down there. I-I was sore at you, baby."
I glared at him for a long moment, then relaxed. "Oh, all right, skip it for this time. Now get yourself tidied up and disinfect your joystick. You're not getting any sleep till you fuck your wife."
When he got back from the bathroom he said, "Did-did Fritz or Jerry come over and-"
"No! Neither of those fuckers showed up. But we girls have got 'em by the balls, and I don't mean perhaps. We've set up another big party for this weekend. We're not arranging any certain matings. We're just going to pull numbers out of a hat to see who gets first choice, and so on. Any number will be good as long as no wife draws her own husband."
'To hell with that! What if I wanted you?"
I reached over and patted his cheek. "You got me all the time, honey. Isn't that enough?"
He didn't answer, so I leaned over, zipped his fly open, then urged him down on the davenport with me. I straddled him, face to face, my breath hot on his neck. I reached in and hauled out his freshly scrubbed prick. The darn thing was limber as the neck of a gone gobbler, but not so long and scaly. I wasn't wearing any pantyhose, and I figured that would work magic with his screwing equipment. It did. I felt his cock start stiffening and weave its head around like a bull snake spotting a frog.
"You old cunt-master!" I exclaimed, kissing him as if he'd been gone six months. "Now give it to Mama like a good husband should. I want it all-and don't go dreaming about that colored stuff."
"Sure, baby," he said getting up and jerking off his clothes.
In no time we were both naked as belly dancers and lying in our big bed in the master bedroom. I felt Wayne's prick. It was hard as a track spike-and this after just cutting a hunk of chocolate cake! I told myself that nature was a marvelous thing.
"Honey, it's beautiful, beautiful!" I exclaimed, staring at his erection. "And no chocolate smeared on it, either."
He stuck his nose down between the mounds of my boobies, moaning at the touch of my tender flesh. My legs were spread, and I lifted them so that his jerking prick rubbed against my grasping, inviting glory hole. He poked around a little, the head of his jock raking my clit and making me twist and whimper. Then it hit full center of my pink-lipped pussy. I wrapped my legs about him and drew his cock in till I felt his big bag strike my anus.
"Pearly portals of paradise!" he murmured, meaning the soft, grasping lips of my cunt. As his cock throbbed inside me, I could feel my tiny muscles fondling and drawing on it. I was afraid his screwing equipment would melt too quickly into one massive creamy ejaculation.
'Take it easy, baby," I begged. "I want to make it the very best for you. I don't want to be outdone by any damned female outside our club."
The very best! Yes, that was it. I'd sucked his pecker with my cunt before, but never as thoughtfully as tonight. My pelvis wasn't moving but the internal muscles of my pussy were clutching and palpating Wayne's whacker until he was moaning and shivering. And when we climaxed, it was much more than mere animal orgasm; it was a complex orgasm of chilling thrills and breathtaking tensions, transcending the most lurid of imaginations. I think I must have gone around the bend for a few moments. Otherwise I'd never have been strong enough to survive.
When I came to, I was floating on cloud ninety-nine, every sinew in my body tight as a miser's fist, every nerve chilling and thrilling. After a few moments I dropped back to near normalcy, but I felt I'd never be the same.
At last my brain shook the spell and I opened my eyes. Wayne's smiling contented face was very close to mine. We kissed tenderly and murmured endearing words to each other.
"Wayne, honey," I murmured, "it-it was divine, so good, oh, so good. Did it thrill you, too?"
"Baby" he said, "if it had been any better, you'd have a dead man on your hands. It-it was the most."
We kissed again, lingeringly and passionately, and I felt his gentle fingers spidering my belly. They fondled my nipples, slipped down to my crotch and toyed with my dewy curls. What was the use? I thought. His cock was lying there dejectedly, his cream pitcher temporarily empty. He'd simply been cutting too much chocolate and angel food cake! His prick would be dead as a ball bat for several hours. But suddenly the poor thing started stiffening and pulsing, and in a few moments it got hard as a miser's heart.
"I'd-I'd like to do it again. Wayne," I said, looking at him doubtfully.
"Maybe-maybe we'd better wait a minute, Mama."
'All right, honey, but couldn't you-maybe you could-"
He got the message and bent over to lave my quivering pussy. Darned if I could savvy how it could still be so tight after Fritz had worked it over! But somehow it was. My legs were already spread, my knees pointing at the Milky Way. Wayne rubbed his smooth cheeks against my thighs, making me moan and shiver. Then he lowered his lips again to the pink lips of my pussy, past the fuzzy golden triangle trying to hide it.
"Oh, Wayne," I whispered hoarsely, "Suck Mama, honey. And spank me-hard. I-I'm wild about it and you, too, darling."
He obeyed orders, disregarding my copious overflowing juices. Always I kept myself clean as sleet, beating the rocks on a mountaintop and a hell of a lot warmer! I had a big clit, long for a girl my size. Wayne took it between his lips, darting his stiff tongue against it, making me writhe and beg for action. My hips were jerking and bouncing, my fingers clawing his hair. He hesitated for a moment, and I nearly went into hysterics. Then his tongue struck my clit again, hard and fast, and I cried out sharply, my muscles tensing.
"Wayne, Wayne, baby," I muttered hoarsely "you-you precious man! I-I'm coming ... oh ... now ... now ... oh ... honey ... "
I had creamed off alone, but I knew Wayne was glad he'd given me such ecstatic pleasure.
It was a couple of minutes before I could calm down, and by this time Wayne's cock had fully recovered. It felt as hard and stiff as a signal semaphore arm. I turned my back and got on my elbows and knees, so Wayne could play the big horny stud.
It didn't take us long to get hooked up. Again I played my favorite tune on his jock with the inner muscles of my pussy, while he toyed with my boobs and pressed hot kisses on my neck and shoulders. Finally we relaxed and lay quiet for a few moments.
Then I got a shock: I heard a soft whining and an eager snuffling. I came up on one elbow and peered through the soft glow of the-ruby night light. There, at the partly open door, crouched Prince, his pink tongue hanging out and his back arching. And protruding from his snow white belly, was his long, bony prick, dripping its cream on the carpet!
I jumped out of bed, caught him up in my arms and carried him into the bathroom. Thank goodness, Wayne was looking the other way. Later I told him that Prince was having a little indigestion.
WAYNE
Everything was arranged for the big mate-swap come Saturday evening, but I couldn't make it. It was a nasty night, one of those hazy midsummer evenings, with lightning flashing in the south, revealing heavy, low-hanging black clouds. Pet and I were sipping coffee in the kitchen, waiting for our club members to drift in. I heard a sharp rapping at the front door.
"Come in!" I called out.
I heard the clatter of feet and turned to face a kid of about twelve, panting in front of me. I didn't know him
"Mister Wayne! Mister Wayne!" he stammered, "you best get over to the office-quick.
The night watchman-he's-there's somethin' the matter with him."
"Old Bill's hitting the bottle again," I told Pet.
"Yeah, honey, he can't bear to see one half full."
I got up and patted the kid's shoulder. "All right, son," I said. "And thanks. I'll trot over there."
He hurried out. Pet sighed and shook her head in disappointment. "It would happen tonight of all nights."
"Old Al K. Hall is no mind reader, honey," I told her.
I jerked on my slicker, kissed Pet and hurried to the office. It was only a couple of blocks away, so I didn't fire up the family bus.
I smelled booze the minute I entered the office. I could see that Bill was already sky high, and it was three o'clock in the morning before I got things in order and Bill saturated with black coffee and able to get the job done by himself.
On my way home I wondered how the screwing was progressing. How often had Pet worked up under a long-peckered bastard as" they moaned and groaned getting their jollies? And who were the men? And what female had chosen me, only to have me jerked away so I couldn't top her off?
By now the storm had rumbled on to the east. I glanced up at the dark, star-studded sky. The stars seemed to be blinking or winking. Were they giving me the raspberry? Could be! I'd certainly been cheated out of my screwing for the night.
On the way home, I broke into a trot. When I unlocked the door and entered the living room, I saw Pet, asleep on the davenport. Of course, our club members had all left, I thought. Hell! I was positively aching for a good screw, but I figured Pet would be too sated to accommodate me.
She stirred, opened her eyes dazedly, yawned and stared at me. "Well, slowpoke, it took you long enough."
"No fault of mine," I growled, peering about the room in the rosy night light "Guess I'm out of luck,"
"Out of luck?" she chuckled. "You're all wet, and I don't mean that lousy slicker dripping water on our good rug. Take it off."
I shed the raincoat and started to heat the coffee. Pet got up, faced me, patted my wet cheek. "I got good tidings for you, baby."
That word again! "Like what?" I asked.
"Like Ron and Edie Wyatt are waiting for us," she beamed. "Edie and I kept our pussies covered all night, just saving our love till you showed up."
She poked my belly with her middle finger. "I mean Edie is drooling for you in the master bedroom, and Ron is panting for me in the north bedroom."
A thrill shot through me. "That's swell, but I-I think you're pulling my leg."
"Go see." Pet got up and pulled off her robe. "Sneak up there and find out for yourself, and don't let Ron and me catch you snooping around. We can do very well by ourselves."
"Hell, yes," I grouched. "I'm sure you can."
She waved nonchalantly and trotted out of the room. A moment later I heard a hum of voices in the north bedroom, then the slam of a door.
A surge of anger flashed through me. Ron fucking Pet! Then I shuddered, shook my head and called myself a jealous fool with a one-track mind. I skipped up the stairs to our master bedroom-and Edie. Thoughts of her made my balls quiver. My cock began to stiffen. Virgin territory? For me, yes! Would it be good? You fool, isn't all pussy good? I asked myself. Yeah, the answer came back, but some is good, some better and some best.
I was trembling when I opened the bedroom door. The ruby night light was on, showing me Edie's dark hair on the white pillow. Silent, I stood beside the bed for a few moments. Edie was dozing peacefully, her right hand under her cheek.
"Edie?" I murmured. "Edie?"
She came slowly to one elbow, blinked, shivered and stared at me. Then she snapped out of it. "Oh, Wayne, I-I was dreaming, and-and it was about you. Just now I forgot where I was, and"-she smiled sweetly-"here you are!"
"In the flesh, baby, the hard, throbbing flesh."
She sat up, and the top sheet obligingly fell away.
I gasped. Those gorgeous titties. She must be stark naked. What a doll! My insides writhed and my belly tightened. The room was warm and comfortable, so she threw the sheet back, crawled out of bed and snuggled up against me. My prick threw a jiminy fit.
"Wayne, honey," she murmured, "it-it's really you. I-I've been positively aching for you. I guess that's why I had the dream."
"Doll," I said, "you're not dreaming now. And your ache can't be any stronger than mine."
I started shedding my clothes. Damned if she didn't help me with them. It's a good thing she did. I was so excited and horny I doubt that I could have made it alone.
Her petal-soft arms went about my neck. I felt every muscle in my body tense up. Her full-lipped, sensuous mouth turned quickly and met my lips. Her kiss almost burned, her lips moving fondly, caressingly, and holding me virtually paralyzed. I was swamped in a bog of passionate desire. I wanted to screw this exquisite female more than I'd ever craved to fuck any other woman!
I pushed her away for a moment so I could feast my eyes on her naked, alluring body. Tall, about five-nine, formed like Venus before some bastard twisted off her arm; skin white as hilltop snow; thick, blue-black hair cascading to her shapely shoulders. Her boobies were twin mounds of milk-white eye pleasers, jutting out saucily. Her nipples made me think of sweet tame cherries. They seemed to be coaxing my tongue and teeth to bite and tantalize them.
Smiling fondly at me, she placed her long tapering fingers under her boobs, cupped them and lifted them invitingly. I'm sure I went temporarily blind but I recovered quickly and actually drooled.
"For chrissake, Edie," I gasped, "hold up a second. You want me to give the place a paste job?"
"No, Wayne, no!" she cried. "I want your beautiful thing deep inside my pussy, I want to feel those hot spurts hitting the target."
Her words must have sent me entirely off my nut. I grabbed her like a madman and threw her on her back to the big bed. I stroked her enticing titties and her snow-white thighs, and murmured sweet words into her receptive ear. And that ear was beautiful. None of your airplane motif for this baby!
Abruptly her body went limp. I plopped down between her marvelous thighs, my whacker jerking, searching. It found her clit and the big knob rubbed against it. She gasped and shivered, then clutched my pecker and placed it dead center against the crimson lips of her alluring pussy. I seemed to be staring at the Milky Way when she thrust her tantalizing pelvis against my prick and it squeezed in all the way to my balls.
"Wayne, Wayne, baby!" she cried hysterically. "Do me, honey. Make my dream come true. I-I've been crazy for you a long time. I-I've even tried to imagine it was you when Ron was screwing me."
I wasn't quite prepared for this, but I certainly didn't let it kill my urge. If that's the way she felt, it was fine with me. We twisted all over the big bed, fighting each other, tonguing and nipping. She locked her strong legs around my back and began a grinding, jerking motion I feared would squeeze out my juice before I was ready. We clung together, our nude bodies damp with perspiration. She began to shiver and whimper. I realized her magic moment was very near.
"Wayne, baby," she moaned, "I-I'm not dreaming now. It-it's you, honey, it's you ... I-I'm about to come. Do me, Wayne, do me hard ... Oh ... oh ... now ... now ... "
So we creamed off together, entering a flowering garden of gladness, and I imagined I caught the fragrance of old Omar's red roses!"
For a couple of minutes I didn't pull out, but lay there enjoying the spasmodic pulsing of Edie's astonishing pussy. When I finally withdrew, she tightened her tantalizing thighs, trying to hold me fast. But I got loose and a bit later I put her on top and toyed with her alluring boobies. The nipples hardened, engorged, and stood erect. She gasped, shuddered and moaned. I rolled her over on her back and darted my stiff tongue against the nipples. For a minute or two she was silent, then murmured, "Wayne, honey, I-I'm ready again. Please don't-don't tease me. I have to pinch myself to realize it-it's really you. Let me have it, baby, all of it. Don't hold back ... "
Was this gorgeous cutie actually in love with me? Or was it merely Dame Desire sounding off? I hoped Edie's hubby wasn't listening in.
Not a chance! He was too damn busy screwing Pet. Once again, I positioned Edie atop me. She lowered her twitching cunt onto my rock-hard, throbbing cock. My hands held her tightly. I was wishing for a hippo to come along and step on my ass!
"Wayne, honey," Edie moaned, "it-it's marvelous. I can feel your big thing throbbing deep inside. It-it's so good I don't think I can stand it. The chilly thrills-they're killing me. Oh, Wayne...
I wasn't suffering, myself. I thrust my pelvis up, up and strained it to her. I was nearly blind and dumb from ecstatic thrills, but I could still see Edie's face. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face pale and rigid. She was perched high on my pelvis. Then the whizzing rockets of passion ignited, flashed skyward, exploded into gaily colored sparks that floated slowly back to earth. Edie and I had climbed the magic mountain together.
"Please, please don't move, honey," she begged, keeping her position atop my cock. "Don't move."
So I stayed put until I felt her sated body relaxing. My spent whacker finally surrendered. It got the "Limber neck" and started slipping out of her grasping pussy. I felt the inner muscles of her pussy contracting, trying to hold it.
When it lay dejectedly against my thigh she took it up in her gentle fingers, worked the foreskin back and forth, laving the head with her soft lips, and pressed it to her cheek.
"Baby," she crooned, "I love you, love you."
Well, I just hoped she loved me as much as she loved my cock. Finally she crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. Pet and Ron? Damn! Was he still putting the bone to her? Sure, you dummy! But what of it? You've been doing the same to his bed partner.
PETULIA
I think every woman has a thing or two in the back of her mind or emotions that no one, even her husband, will ever suspect. I know it was this way with me-like the way I'd wonder about a young boy's sexual organs. Were they quite large or extra small? Was the boy passionate or lukewarm? Did he masturbate, or maybe have sex with animals? Sometimes I'd be ashamed or vexed with myself for feeling this way, and I'd try to banish all such thoughts, but they'd persist.
There were two student salesmen in our office, who seemed always to be looking at me, or asking me unnecessary questions. I wondered if they were harboring secret thoughts of getting into my pants when Wayne's back was turned, or when he had to go out of town temporarily, as he sometimes did.
Both these boys had just turned sixteen, the age when the company would take them, after their parents had signed minor's releases. I won't give their surnames; it might cause complications. Their given names were Harry and Freddy.
Harry was a short, wiry kid, with big hands and feet. His thumbs were extra large, and I'd often heard that the thumb was a fair indication of the male cock. So, according to this, Harry must have a king-size jock and a pair of seeds that looked like miniature cannonballs, poised for the firing. How I'd love to fondle them just to see how he'd react!
His parents, I knew, were very religious and strait-laced, and I doubted if Harry had ever creamed off. Oh, I realize most boys his age know as much or more about sex than their parents, but I felt certain Harry wasn't one of them.
Freddy was a chunky kid, with rather small feet and hands-especially his thumbs-and that set me to wondering about his "generation equipment." He always stood around in a sort of slouch, his shoulders humped and his pelvis pushed out. I wondered if he did that purposely, or was it just his natural stance? And there was a good-sized bulge low down behind his pants zipper. If that was his squirt gun and miniature cannonballs, they didn't tie in with the thumb idea.
Such thoughts kept plaguing me until I just had to find out. So, one Monday evening, when Wayne had gone on the road for a couple of days, I invited the boys to the house. I knew they both liked rock music. Wayne hated it.
"I've got some new records at home, Harry," I told him as we left the office at quitting time. "If you and Freddy would like to come to the house about eight tonight we can get in some good listening."
"Sure thing, Mrs. Keener," he said, nodding. "That'll be swell. I'll come and bring Freddy."
It was almost three hours till eight when I got home. I felt so excited I could hardly eat supper, or sit still. Now what the devil was I up to? What if Wayne should come home unexpectedly? Would he swallow the guff that I was just sharing my taste in music? But you know the old chestnut about curiosity killing the cat? And I was that cat, a hot pussy, panting to find out a few things.
The boys arrived in time for coffee. Their eyes were sparkling and their hands were so restless they could hardly hold their cups quiet enough to avoid spilling. After a few minutes, I turned on the stereo to play my latest hot records.
"Heavens!" I said, shrugging, "it's warm in here, isn't it?"
I gave them a long look and they nodded and smiled.
"I'll just go to the bedroom," I added, "and get into something a bit cooler."
"Sure, Mrs. Keener," Freddy said, swallowing hard and twisting his fingers.
In the bedroom I stripped to the skin, then slipped into a thin, wispy wrap and rejoined the boys. Their eyes widened, their mouths opened and they licked their lips. Then they stood up and stared at me. I thought I saw the bulges behind their zippers start to swell.
What the devil was I about to do? Did I just want to show off my figure, or did I actually want the kids to screw me? I felt ashamed and a bit frightened, but my urge was too strong to be denied. I just had to find out for sure. I'd never got my jollies with a teenager.
"You like me, boys?" I said, pirouetting before them in front of the bright light. I realized my figure was perfectly silhouetted.
"It-it's swell, Mrs. Keener," Harry gasped.
"I-I never dreamed you-were so-so lovely," Freddy stammered.
"Mind if we have a little fun?" I said, moving toward them.
"I-I guess not," Harry said, backing off a step.
"I'd like that," Freddy said, breathing faster.
"All right, boys, I'm going to blindfold you now and lead you into the bedroom. I'll take off my clothes and we'll play blind man's buff."
"And-and what do we do after we catch you?" Harry said.
"We'll all strip off and play house," I said, grinning.
So I blindfolded them and led them into the bedroom and turned on the ruby night lamp. "Now shed your clothes," I told them, "and we'll start the game."
They kept their blindfolds on until they were stark naked. I urged them to the side of the big bed and pushed them down upon it. They sat close together, staring at me. I stretched my arms over my head, smiled, and swirled my long hair about my shoulders. They started gasping and licking their Jips, their eyes bugging out.
"Now both of you stand up," I ordered, "and let me have a good look at you."
They rose slowly and gave my eyes a treat. Harry's cock was sticking straight out, its knob jerking. It was a good six inches long and rather thick. His thumb hadn't lied! Freddy's pecker was somewhat shorter, with a nice strawberry birthmark on the head. It was stiffening and jerking, also. His balls were rather small and drawn up tightly.
I got down on my knees and worked their foreskins back and forth and cupped their balls with my trembling fingers. Then I laved the knobs with my stiff tongue and placed them against my cheek. The kids were about to have hemorrhages that weren't red. They moaned and shivered, dancing from one foot to another.
I got to my feet and said, "We'll start the game now. Harry, you lie on your back on the far side of the bed. Freddy, you lie on this side. I'll crawl in between you and we'll start play-mg.
I crept over Freddy and sank down between their twitching bodies. It was clear that old Father Nature was prodding their asses, and about to take over. They were panting and rubbing their thighs against mine as I drew closer.
I heard a whining sound. I raised on one elbow and peered toward the door. There was Prince, his pink tongue hanging out, his brown eyes twinkling. He was panting, also! What would he do? Would he get violently jealous and bite one of the boys? I felt a sharp surge of alarm but fought it down.
"Prince, Prince, good doggy!" I called to him. "Go back to the kitchen and lie down."
He stood there, still staring at me and licking his chops. Finally, he turned tail and slunk away.
Harry and Freddy were trembling on my either side and I gave them each a calming caress. Then I told Harry to kiss one of my nipples and Freddy to kiss the other. They held back for a moment, then obeyed. I thought they must not have been bottle fed from the way they attacked my nipples!
I reached over with either band and gently spidered each boy's throbbing prick. Then I started working their foreskins up and down and tickling their dewy knobs underneath. Wayne had told me that was a male's most sensitive spot.
They started hunching and writhing and I feared I was going to get enough paste to paper a big room if I didn't stop. So I lifted my hands and Harry cried, "Please, please don't stop! Something's about to happen. It-it feels good ... good..."
Freddy, too, begged me to keep it up. I did and the worst (for me!) did happen. I got two handfuls of teenage cream. Luckily, there was a towel on the table, nearby to mop up the overflow.
"Okay, boys," I told them. "Just relax for a couple of minutes and we'll play another game I'm sure you'll like better."
Both of them were gasping and lying there like they'd been to a virgin paradise and back.
I waited a bit, then told Freddy to sit up at the head of the bed. I got my face down close to his small whacker, and crouched on my elbows and knees for Harry to give me his good-sized tool from the rear. When we got hooked up, I felt Harry humping like a wild man, plunging all the way inside my pussy. Freddy was writhing and moaning to the pressure of my hot lips and stiff tongue on his joyprong.
I wasn't suffering, myself. Harry's whacker was stiff as a poker but a lot more pliable. I could feel it throbbing and jerking, matching the squeezing and palpating I was giving it with my pussy's inner muscles.
Suddenly Freddy grabbed my head and jammed it against his thrusting pelvis. I felt his young body stiffen and heard him groan and gasp for breath. He was coming for the second time and I got enough cream on my lips to start a cream pie! But I didn't mind. I'd asked for it, hadn't I?
Harry was now in the short rows and I knew he was about to spill his stuff. But he had nothing on me. My dew was rushing to meet his cream, and when they met, we climbed the magic mountain together. The room seemed to rock and the bed became a huge cradle. A hiss of uncontrollable ecstasy flashed through my lips. Then I moaned, bit my lower lip and shuddered.
It had been good, good ... Now I'd had my taste of tender passion and I should be satisfied. But I wasn't. I told Harry and Freddy to swap positions and we did it again...
After a time Harry said, "It was wonderful, Mrs. Keener. Please, can-can we come again sometime?"
"Maybe," I said, "if you'll keep your big mouths shut."
"Oh, we will, Mrs. Keener," Freddy said, getting into his clothes. "We'll never breathe a word to a soul, will we, Harry?"
"Of course we won't," Harry said, zipping up his pants. "And-and thank you, Mrs. Keener. We-we better go now."
Slipping into my robe, I let them out the front door. I could see no one watching us. I went back to the kitchen and brewed some fresh coffee.
All right, I'd done it, so what? Had I robbed the cradle? Damned near it, and I felt ashamed. Well, I'd never do it again. I was a grown woman. From here on out I'd get my kicks with grown men!
I looked down at Prince. He didn't seem interested in me at all. In fact, I thought his eyes looked cold, and his upper lip was curling over his teeth!
PETULIA
Sometimes, despite all the bright spots of life, it seems that everything turns indigo. I mean we get blue and down in the dumps. Today had been dark, with a steady drizzle, and the chilly wind had been moaning around the eaves of our house.
I'd stretched out on the davenport and Wayne bent over me.
"Pet," he sighed, "I'm blue as an Eskimo's nose. Any suggestions?"
"Sure, honey, I know just the thing."
"Tell me, baby, tell me!"
"A hot little party for the twelve members of our club-and that includes you and me, honey."
He pinched my leg. "Nothing doing, Pet, till you give me a good screwing. It's been ages, remember, two whole days."
I started to shed my clothes. "I was hoping you'd say that, you old fucker! And remember I haven't had any hot stuff, either."
"Not even that long-peckered bastard, Fritz?"
"Not a single inch, but"-I unzipped his fly-"I'll admit I have thought about him. I'll also confess he sends me. If Fern ever gets hit with a car, or something, I'm going to grab him."
"And murder me, I suppose?"
He mouthed my stiffening nipples. "But please don't do away with Fern, too. She's the most. I can see that curly auburn fuzz on her ravishing pussy right now. It-it's like a bouquet of roses."
The hell with Fern!" I stood up in my pantyhose. "Now you grab Mama and abduct her, take her up to the master bedroom and let her know you're still crazy for her. And don't you dare think about Fern while you're screwing your wife."
"Deal!" He lifted me in his arms. I nearly made him drop me as I nipped his neck, but we did make it to the bedroom. We teased each other, shedding the rest of our clothes, and fell onto the bed, locked in each other's arms.
"Baby," he murmured, "it's swell holding my own cute gal again! To hell with all these other females!"
I laughed at him "Don't try to kid me, lover. You know it's thrilling and satisfying to cut a new piece of tail whenever you feel the urge. You'd better let things stand as we girls have them lined up and keep your big mouth shut."
He said nothing, just bent over me and started making violent love. I had to gasp at his abrupt attack. Always before, I'd had to start things. Now my mouth and lips were working, searching, my teeth nibbling and biting as my need increased. I suspected he was trying not to react. He wanted to stay with me as long as he could.
Abruptly, I reversed my position and lowered my pelvis over his lips. Fiercely, my lips encircled the big knob of his pulsing pecker. We bucked and tossed, our passions flaming.
"Wayne, baby," I muttered in muffled tones, it's wonderful. So good, good ... We must never lose a single day. Oh, Wayne ... oh ... oh ... "
"But how about that bastard, Fritz?" Wayne growled.
I couldn't answer. I was uttering little moans as his lips laved my cunt and his hard tongue darted against my clit. My teeth came down so hard on his joyprong, I feared I might bite it in two!
He nipped my pussy but I refused to slow my attack. Then the magic moment overtook us and we came together.
Finally we lay quiet, sated and relaxed, but not for long. Wayne shut his eyes, gasping for breath, and I straddled him.
"It-it's been so long, honey," I cooed. "I-I've got to have it again. Please, Wayne!"
I pushed my titties up against his belly. I felt his muscles tensing up against my hot, engorged nipples.
"Now, honey," I begged. "Now, please!"
I moaned and my teeth clamped down on his right nipple. It surprised him so that his eyes jerked open. I drew on his neck and throat. He seized my left booby in his mouth, bit and laved; the nipple hardened and enlarged.
In moments, I felt his prick throbbing, the head jerking. I heaved my quivering body up to the center of the bed, my thighs trembling. A dewy fragrance floated from my inviting pussy. Its pinkish lips were pulsing with flaming desire. I moaned and writhed as his fingers toyed with my clit and brushed my curly pubic hair. Then he was inside me, thrusting his stiff joyprong with one savage lunge that carried it all the way. I felt his balls touching my twitching anus.
"Jesus, honey!" I cried, wildly, "it's-it's wonderful. It feels just like it did when we were first married. Oh ... Wayne ... "
I guess he found this hard to believe, but he worked his hands under my buttocks and strained my body to his. Then he started thrusting hard and fast. My thighs tensed and my head weaved from side to side. I was moaning and breathing raggedly. He let his body slip down, working his fingers over my titties. The involuntary pulsing and contractions of my pussy prodded his big tool into violent action.
He began to move even faster in long, savage thrusts. He must have known I was about to come. I was moaning hoarsely. My arms were widespread, my knuckles pale, clawing at the bedsheet, then slapping his buttocks in a violent spell of passion.
I looked up into Wayne's eyes. They looked dazed, filmed with imminent orgasm.
"Wayne, Wayne," I screamed, "don't ever leave me. I can't live without you. Please, honey, please! Let me have it now, every bit of it..."
He took my left titty in his mouth and darted his tongue against the nipple in a rough attack. Then his hands cupped both titties, lifting and toying with them. My pelvis thrust up, up, my thighs tightening about his back, my knees pointing to the Milky Way. Then we made it together in a breathtaking climax.
"Honey, honey," I murmured, "that was-oh, it was the very best. It-it's still thrilling me from my heart to my heels. Keep it in, please, hold it tight for a little bit."
He did, murmuring little love words into my ear, while we gradually came back to earth and near-normalcy. Soon the moment of endearing companionship enveloped us. I realized it had been normal, ecstatic sex between husband and wife. But really, did all couples enjoy it as much as Wayne and I? It was hard to believe.
WAYNE
That long-peckered Fritz! I really hated the bastard when I thought about his screwing Pet with his jackass jock. But if I had the slightest notion of calling off our approaching weekend orgy, Pet smothered it the following evening at the supper table.
"Guess what, honey?" she glowed. "It's all set."
"Such as?" I growled, reaching for the sugar bowl.
'They're all coming at eight Saturday evening."
"Who-who's coming?"
"You dummy!" she retorted. "You make me think of an owl with your 'who, who.' You know damn well who's coming, don't kid. me."
"Oh? The ten frenzied fuckers?"
"Now don't get nasty, darling." She reached over and tapped my wrist. "Just think of them as the 'adult adulterers.' "
"You pick up some juicy?"
"Of course. An Old Crow and an Ancient Age."
It seemed that Saturday would never roll around. Pet and I laid off the screwing Friday night. She insisted we should be fully charged and rested for the weekend fracas. She tied up the phone most of the afternoon, making me soft-pedal the TV ball games so she wouldn't get things confused. But I caught enough of her gab to learn what she was cooking up. She declared I had no cause for fretting.
"Wayne, boy," she added, "will you be up in the clouds this evening!"
"I'm that way most of the time."
She perched her cute little twat on the arm of the chair. "Guess who's going to play mama with you."
"You, I hope."
"No chance, honey. I'm matched with Fritz Cox."
"That long-peckered bastard! What're you trying to do-get yourself ruined?" I stood up, the back of my neck doing a slow burn. "That tall skinny stud's got a cock like a fire hose. He'll stretch that little pussy of yours out of shape for service at home."
She chuckled. "Cool it, boy. You'll perk up when I tell you who your partner is."
"Fern, of course?" I asked in anticipation.
"No! Fern's red-headed sister is here on her monthly visit. Fern's not even going to show up. , "All right, then, who?"
Pet flicked my fly. "You'll be surprised, lover boy."
"Go ahead, surprise me."
She chuckled again, then finally she said, "it's that snappy little colored gal at our office-you know, Tennie Jackson."
"Oh, that one. But she's not a club member. How did you-"
"Simple. Fern told her about our party, and Fern asked me if Tennie could come and do it with you." Pet laughed merrily. "You got class, honey!"
"Why me? That one time I-"
'Ts she good, Wayne? You're not kidding Mama. That night you ran out on me and topped her off you came home with your ass dragging."
I sighed and shook my head. "I was just tired, honey. Tennie wasn't very exciting," I lied, feeling a sharp tingling in my balls at the mere thought of her.
The weekend turned cool and invigorating, and eight o'clock found our club members packed into our big living room. Tennie Jackson was one of the first to show up. My prick throbbed just gazing at her. She was even more sexy-looking than she'd been at our first contact. It must have done her good, or perhaps some other stud had been working over her tight pussy. She gave me the old glad eye again and licked her lips. My cock almost went into convulsions. Only mediocre, was she? I had fibbed to my wife.
Brother, I could remember how my prick had gushed and jerked, filling her crimson-lipped pussy with that gooey white stuff! I hoped she hadn't carried out her idea of sewing up her pussy after our screwing bout. But she wouldn't be here if she had. Or would she? Anyway, I could rip out the stitches if need be. She'd have to trust to cock luck in getting a bouncing baby boy with golden brown skin and straight hair.
By 8:10 P.M. the party was in high. The cheer bottles had been removed from the closet, and there was the merry gurgle of liquid refreshment warming the throats of all present. Before long we were naked as the day the doctors slapped our asses and made us squall. We-perched in a circle about the big living room on chairs, davenport, ottomans or whatever.
It seemed that Tennie Jackson was a trifle scared. Had she never seen anything like this before? Her jet-black eyes were wide, her lips trembling. But she had spunk. She was crouching on the davenport at my side, snuggling up to me. Pet was so busy with Fritz that she seemed unaware of the rest of us. A wave of jealousy washed over me, but I fought it down. Get off the one-way street, Wayne, I told myself. Don't be a sap, fellow!
Every light in the house was glowing, as if boasting about things that would ordinarily be soft-pedaled. Everybody, except Tennie and me, was having their shot glasses refilled. I didn't want to get too busy to enjoy what was coming with the enticing gal. My belly muscles tensed up and my jock jumped, just thinking about it. Brother, as I've said, Tennie had given me just about the strongest thrills I'd ever had!
My gaze flitted about the room. There was that long-peckered Fritz, seated in front of our upright piano. His bare ass appeared lean and hard. If it hadn't been for his topping off Pet, I'd have thought it was funny. But when he started knocking off a rock-and-roll number I almost forgot my peeve. He was no slouch at the keyboard. It was news to me-and that's not all the bastard could do. He was a cocksman, even though he had occasionally had trouble finding a pussy that could take his outsize tool.
He got up from the piano and gazed at us. His big cock, even at rest, hung like a fire hose above his king-size bag. Several of the women stared at it and gasped. Tennie clutched my arm.
"Petulia?" Fritz called out. "Come over here. The rest of you get your eyes peeled and watch us."
He took Pet out of the room. Now what the hell was he up to? I was boiling inside, but I cooled it a minute later when they came back. They were still naked. I couldn't help staring at Fritz's cock and balls. His prick was about half erect and its big knob was throbbing and twisting. Had Pet been toying with it?
Again that wave of jealousy washed over me, but I told it to get lost. Tennie was breathing raggedly and trembling. Her fingers clawed my arm. Then I saw Jerry Mobbs get off an ottoman and ease toward Fritz and Pet. He had a tough-looking rawhide whip in his right hand. My fists clenched and I bit my lower lip. Where had he hidden the whip? I hadn't seen it when he came in. It must have been inside his coat.
Pet and Fritz faced us. Fritz sank to his knees and buried his horse face between her milk-white thighs. She gasped and shivered. She'd had several refills of her shot glass. Jerry moved toward them, cracking the whip. Abruptly, it flicked out. I saw crimson streaks appear on Pet's belly. She yelled and Fritz spread her thighs wider and jerked his long nose upward. Pet twisted and whimpered. Jerry lifted the whip again, cracked it, and another red streak showed on Pet's left titty.
Without thinking, I was on my feet, muscles bunching. I started for Jerry.
"No, Wayne, don't!" Pet cried. "Stay back. I want Jerry to hit me. Don't you understand? Stay away."
Dazed, I backed off, watching Fritz's long, skinny fingers slide up to toy with Pet's boobies. Then the lash flicked out again. A reddish mark showed on Fritz's lean buttocks. He jumped to his feet, clutched Pet in his long arms and deposited her on the thick rug in front of the piano. His huge cock was throbbing, its big knob jerking. In seconds he was on his knees between Pet's snow white thighs, his prick poised, his balls twitching.
Jerry took up the whip and hit him again across the buttocks. Fritz merely grunted, thrust downward in three fast strokes and his big cock disappeared.
"Hit me, Jerry, hit me hard!" he ordered.
Jerry lifted the whip, drew it back across his shoulder, then again slashed Fritz's lean nude buttocks. Jerry's red, thick neck swelled and his big brown eyes bugged out.
Tennie was tugging at my arm. "Wayne, please! I-I can't bear to see this. Let's go-s-somewhere."
I stared at her. Her eyes were closed tightly, her body trembling.
My arm closed about her, trying to quiet her. "I don't like it either," I said. "Let's scram down to my den."
Together, we left the room. A minute later we were in my basement den. I locked the door. Sometimes I holed up there to work on my sales presentations. There was a wide, comfortable couch, set against the west wall. I plopped down on it.
"Over here, honey," I told Tennie. "Relax and we'll talk about that brown-eyed baby boy with the golden-brown skin and the straight hair."
She smiled sweetly and eased toward me. When she sank down on my knee, my cock nearly went haywire, throbbing and hardening.
"Wayne, big man," she said, "about the baby? Well, you didn't stick me. I-I had my regular period just a few days after we made love."
"Damn!" I cried. "We'll just have to try harder. You reckon we'll get results this time?"
She smiled and shrugged, then kissed me lingeringly and passionately. "I-I'll do my best, big man."
A baby for Tennie? I was a lousy liar. For a minute I felt lower than a polecat's pecker. Pet had been belly aching at me to stick her during our three years of wedded bliss. Nothing doing. My little creamy tadpoles had no tails. Doc Carson, our company physician, had confirmed that I was infertile. I didn't insist that he give me the details.
Tennie reached up and kissed me again, murmuring sweet words. What a sweet kid! She desperately wanted a baby boy with me for its daddy. For an instant I was on the verge of telling her the truth. But the old devil slapped me down. I kissed Tennie's throat and cheeks and murmured endearing phrases. I felt her body quivering with passionate desire. I seized her petal-soft fingers and placed them on the head of my prick. My hand then crept down to the jet-black triangle of her curling pubic hair. Was it jealously trying to conceal the crimson lips of her pussy? I toyed with her clit and felt it come to life, stiffening instantly. I pulled her closer and darted my tongue into her mouth. It was pure queen-bee honey. I'd never seen her puffing a ciggy. Her own tongue spanked mine and rolled it. I couldn't help grunting and growling.
In a moment we were writhing about on the couch. When my naked skin touched hers, her body writhed and quivered and a chilly thrill used my spine for a racetrack. I began laving her chocolate-hued nipples and smoking them. She responded instantly, pushing her alluring boobies together and urging me to kiss them. I pulled harder and nibbled them gently. She began to move and grind her pelvis, gently and slowly at first, then harder and faster.
"Wayne, Wayne, big man," she moaned, "please don't fool around. Give me that big white thing, all of it. Let it gush and gush. I-I got to have that beautiful baby ... "
Again my conscience hit me, but could I stop now? Passion without conscience-that was it. I bit her nipples hard, again and again. Her brown thighs relaxed, spread wide. She was moaning and writhing with passion, trying to reach my cock. I grasped her hand and positioned it on the throbbing knob. With my free hand I raised her dimpled knees. Instinctively she locked her tense legs around my back and steered my pulsing packer to her hot, twitching pussy. At the mere touch, I nearly went around the bend. I felt something special about this girl-something so alluring and attractive as to set me wild. Was it her sincerity in craving a baby? She hadn't the slightest idea of trying to circumvent motherhood.
Gently, I pushed the head of my joyprong into her crimson-lipped pussy. She bucked and writhed, trying to raise her pelvis for more. I thrust in a bit deeper. She whimpered and beat the couch with her little brown fists There were teeth marks in her big chocolate-hued boobies. I thrust in a little farther. She clutched my buttocks and jerked me to her. She yelped and I understood why. Her pussy was very tight. Was I the first one with her? It hardly seemed--likely, yet...
I thrust in hard and deep, feeling my bag strike her firm buttocks. She gave a sharp little cry, but obviously not from pain. It was thrilling her and certainly not paining me. Right then, I was wishing for a rhino to come along and step on my ass! I clutched Tennie's flawless hips and began a rhythmic thrust and withdrawal.
"Oh, Jesus, big man!" she cried. "It-it's so good. It doesn't pain now, honey. I-I want to do it with you. Be careful. I got to have every drop of your cream."
Off to the races again, boy, I told myself. This sweet little chick believes you'll stick her, but you can't, and you damn well know it. You can't give her any kind of kid, much less a baby boy with golden-brown skin and straight hair!
But her pussy was thrilling me so ecstatically I couldn't have pulled out, even if my conscience had overruled me. I felt that hot tingling in my balls, and a moment later my whacker was spurting my cream in violent, spasmodic pulsing, filling her luscious pussy.
Her climactic cry was almost a wail as we enjoyed the supreme sensation and climaxed together. Again I realized Tennie had given me one of the most ecstatic screwings of my life. Relaxed and sated, we lay there for a few moments, murmuring sweet words and idly toying with each other. Somehow I couldn't avoid feeling a bit down cast. So far as getting Tennie a darling little tyke, our thrilling contact had been in vain.
WAYNE
I found it tough to shed my low downs about Tennie and her frantic craze for a baby boy. I knew I'd deceived her all the way. But my prick had been hard as a poker-and you remember that a hard pecker has no conscience, or words to that effect.
Pet noticed my depression and gave me the devil.
"Wayne, what the hell's the matter with you?" she demanded at breakfast. She was buttering the toast.
"Not a damned thing," I grumbled.
She poured the coffee. "Now don't try to kid Mama. You got something on your feeble mind. And somebody must have castrated you. You haven't screwed me all week."
"A bit pooped is all, honey," I said, staring at my plate.
"A little pooped! Ha! You got about as much pep as a neutered tomcat. What did that Tennie Jackson slip into your highball?"
"Saltpeter, maybe. The whole deal was only so-so."
"Oh, sure. That's not what we girls at the office get on the grapevine. We hear that chocolate nooky can make even an old buzzard shoot his wad in double quick-time."
"I wouldn't know about the old farts," I muttered, holding out my cup for a refill. "You're looking at a young man."
"Okay!" she exclaimed, "Forget it. I'll overlook it this time, but you better get that big thing you're so proud of back on the beam. We have an exciting appointment for tonight."
"Appointment? Aren't we imagine, though. You mean a date. I-who could-"
"A swell babe you haven't fucked yet-and don't sit there pretending you're not interested.'
For a few moments, I said nothing, but that old familiar tingling enlivened my balls. My cock started throbbing.
"And you?" I asked Pet. "Who-who's your date-as if I couldn't guess?"
"Okay, so you think you know. It's Fritz Cox, naturally. He's going to stick me with a kid. You won't-or can't!"
I almost choked. "That long drink of water with the stud cock? You're going to keep on till you ruin your little twat for service on the home front."
"No sweat, honey," she murmured, dreamily. "Fritz knows how to handle things. He won't hurt me a bit."
I blew out my breath. "Well, I don't go for it at all, but go ahead, shoot the works and get you a skinny, long-legged brat that looks like Fritz. And-and now"-I felt a bit better, "wh-who is matched with me?"
"A real honey, you old fucker! Her name is Julia Jordan. She's Irma's kid sister. Damned if I know why, but she asked for you. She must like big, ugly brutes!"
She smiled when she said that, so I didn't mind. But kid sister? I faced Pet. "Listen," I shouted, "I'm not robbing the cradle just to-"
"Cool it, boy." She lifted her hand, "Julia knows the ropes. You won't be picking a cherry. Don't you remember her? You must have seen her, or were you too busy fucking some other dame to look?"
"All right," I growled, "so I do remember."
I got up and headed for the bathroom. I didn't want Pet to glimpse the huge wad that abruptly developed behind my fly, just thinking of Julia.
She was a tall, willowy gal, with all the jock-jangling equipment you can imagine-but I can describe her better in the nude.
Was I glad it was Saturday! I wouldn't have to slave at the office tomorrow. A screwing match with Julia! I felt that familiar tingling spring up in my balls and climb all the way to my bulging brow. How could I possible pass the time until she showed at eight that evening?
Somehow I managed, but I was trembling with excitement and desire when she floated in with Fritz Cox. They were about ten minutes ahead of time. Where the devil was Fern, Fritz's red-headed wife? Probably one redhead visiting another silent one. "Wrong time of the moon," I'd heard my pals say.
I doubt if Fritz even saw me, his gaze was so glued to Pet. The bastard! He was going to get her a baby, was he? Well, if the size of cocks meant anything, it was in the bag. If he did get her stuck, he could have her for keeps and I'd grab his carrot-topped Fern. If she wouldn't go along, there were several other swappers who'd jump at the chance. Now, son, I told myself, don't get the swellhead and have to buy yourself a bigger hat! But if I stayed single, I'd probably be expelled from the club and forfeit my bed rights! And that would surely include Lissa. Now, I couldn't have that happen! I could visualize that wonderful, hairless pussy, smiling at me with inviting crimson lips!
"It's all yours, kids," Pet sang out as Fritz and she headed upstairs for the master bedroom. Fritz crooked his neck and waved nonchalantly over his skinny shoulder. Going to stick Pet with a kid, was he? Well, if he made it, I'd bet it would grow up to be a beanpole, with a crop of freckles on its face and with knees that knocked! But it would still be a kid, no kidding.
"Hey, big boy!" Julia blasted my thoughts. "What you dreaming about? I'm here in the flesh, or didn't you notice? Let's get to know each other, honey." She smiled suggestively.
"Suits me, doll," I told her, reaching over and kissing her curvy red lips. I let my gaze wander down to her neat silken ankles. "Julia, baby," I said, "you didn't leave a thing at home, did you?"
"Not an ounce, big man," she murmured, put-ting her petal-soft arms around my neck and pressing her pelvis against mine. "And you, honey, you brought all yours, too, I see. I can feel it nudging me through your pants. For chrissake, man, what are you carrying? Feels like a stiff bundle."
"Just one cock, rearing to go, Julia. Let's get with it. Fritz and Pet are probably doing it right now."
She toyed with my bag, then backed away. Moments later, we were behind the locked door of the north bedroom. I couldn't bear the idea of Fritz sneaking up and watching my ass bobbing over this alluring female.
We teased each other, getting undressed, then I stared at Julia's tantalizing body and she stared at mine. Her eyes bugged when she saw my pecker. "For chrissake, man!" she exclaimed, "how many splices you got in that thing?"
"None, doll, it's solid."
Gasping, I stared again at Julia's voluptuous body. Ma Nature, I told myself, certainly was reaching her peak when she created this dazzling female. The rosy night light glowed softly, enhancing the appeal of Julia's pretty face and neck and shoulders. Her gorgeous titties were full and firm, standing up enticingly. Her flawless nipples were rather large, making me think of ripe strawberries, ready for the tasting. I could hardly keep from nibbling on them. Her belly was flat, milk-white, and her lips had an alluring flare. Brother, was she panting for love! Her curvy lips were open, inviting. The muscles just above the luxuriant triangle of honey-hued hair seemed to be trying to conceal her seductive pussy. Its carmine lips were slightly parted, and I thought I saw them quivering.
"Wayne, big man," she cooed, "did you know I asked for you specially tonight?"
"So I heard, doll, and I'm thrilled."
Tiny perspiration beads were glistening on her high forehead. Her heavy crown of blonde hair, beehived high, made her appear even taller than she was. I saw her glance flick down to my cock and balls, and she took a deep breath. Then her firm titties raked my chest and the stiffened, engorged nipples jumped up. This shot a strange chilly thrill through my body.
Was this cutie "educated"? Perhaps, but I didn't want to believe it. Her petal soft fingers crept below my bag, fondling my balls, and sending shock waves all the way to my Adam's apple. I placed my fingers under her firm titties and cupped them. Her stomach twisted and writhed. She moaned and shuddered.
"Wayne, honey," she cooed, "I-I've got to have you-now. I-I'm ready. Can't we-"
Fiercely my lips closed on hers and we clutched each other in a furious burst of desire.
We fell onto the bed together. I darted my tongue between her inviting lips while her soft fingers toyed with my throbbing cock. Her stiff tongue met mine and spanked it. Her pliable, truly feminine body pressed against mine and I almost went into convulsions. The muscles of my belly were tensing, jumping, my jock jerking and my balls threatening to draw up out of sight. My lips played harshly against her mouth, her throat, and down to her boobies. Then, instantly, I was between her snow-white thighs, with her legs locked like a vise around my back. Her dimpled knees were pointing toward the Milky Way.
Her pelvis arched upward to meet my thrusting cock. The hot lips of her searching cunt touched it and I bawled like a lost calf. I played the head against her clit, briskly massaging it. Then I thrust in for a couple of inches. Her pussy was very tight. I felt her body shiver and she gasped.
"Jesus, big man," she cried, hoarsely, "don't hold back. I-I'll go crazy way if you do. Please, honey, please let me have all of it."
I said nothing, but didn't at once try to push farther into her alluring pussy. This baby would have been a whore master's delight! I was determined to make our contact last as long as I could. I wanted Julia to be entirely ready, really begging for it. So I withdrew for a second.
Desperately, she jerked away and wriggled on top of me. Her eyes were wild, her face pale and set. She pressed downward on me, her pussy quivering, the pink lips straining to reach the head of my cock. She bent lower. My fingers found her hard titties and fondled them. She started a rocking movement, her tantalizing pussy again searching for my jerking jock. Finally she struck it, and I felt it glide in between those wonderful pink lips. Again I almost went into convulsions. I bawled like that lost calf. Julia gave a sharp little cry and brought her pelvis down furiously, jerking against mine.
"Wayne, Wayne," she cried, hoarsely, "help me, help me, honey! I-it's marvelous. It-it's so good I can't..."
So I did my level best, meeting her every thrust, my muscles tensing, my cock throbbing and plunging. My fingers toyed with her stiff, engorged nipples.
Now she was very close to her magic moment. But I was, too, and I began to doubt if I'd be able to stand the breathtaking imminent thrill Without going blotto. This cutie was pure honey, the queen-bee type.
Julia began to scream, her fingers clawing my shoulders and holding on like a drowning girl clutching a floating twig. I pushed upward, meeting her every thrust as the tempo increased. Her hair had fallen loose, her face pale and rigid.
"Wayne, honey," she muttered hoarsely, "now ... now ... I-it's starting. Oh, Jesus, hold me tight, baby, hold me. Oh ... oh ... now I-I'm coming..."
So we reached our peak together, then lay there, coupled, gasping for breath, and whispering endearing phrases to each other.
"Julia, baby," I murmured, "it was something to write home about, wasn't it?"
For a long moment I waited for her answer but she didn't speak. I stared up into her face. It was still pale and rigid, her eyes closed tightly.
"Julia, Julia!" I patted her cheeks. She did not move or speak. Had she passed out entirely, or had she--? A wave of terror washed over me. I moved quickly, turned her on her back. Was she still breathing? Yes, but quite slowly. I pressed my ear tightly over her heart. I heard a faint beat. Was she dying? What if the terrific orgasm had been too strong for her heart? Sudden sweat dampened my forehead and my muscles froze. Then I saw her eyelids flutter and her eyes crack open. They looked dazed, confused. At last, she smiled at me.
"Wayne, honey," she murmured, "did I scare you?"
"And how! You almost scared the pants back on me."
She sat up, weaving slightly. "It-it's all right, big man," she said, forcing another smile. "I-I can't help passing out when I come. Now"-she sighed and shook her head-"I've ruined everything. You'll never want to fuck me again."
I breathed deeply and relaxed. "Of course I will, baby," I fibbed. "Any time you need a good stiff prick, just remember-me."
She smiled again, leaned over and kissed me softly. I was reasonably sure she knew I was a damn liar. A breathtaking orgasm and a fearful fright in one dose was a little too much for me. I stared at my pecker. It was limber as the neck of a gone gander.
PETULIA
Of course, a dog is only a dog, but sometimes it seems he is almost human, and it's a shame he can't talk-or maybe it's a good thing he can't! Take my darling French poodle, for instance.
So long as Wayne was around, Prince would never pay much attention to me, but when I was alone or with another girl, look out!
One Saturday afternoon Lissa came over to chat with me, and as Wayne and her hubby were both working extra at the office, we started talking about our biggest thrills and we got horny as pussycats in heat. We did everything but meow piteously, as the mama cat does when she's calling king torn. You remember Lissa is the lovely broad with the gorgeous, hairless glory hole.
I broke down and told her about Prince stabbing my pussy with his tongue. I expected her to recoil in horror, but she hardly batted an eye.
"Lots of widows and some others, too, let their pooches do that," Lissa said shrugging. "Haven't you wondered why they keep lap dogs and are so crazy about them?"
"N-no," I stammered. "I really thought Prince was in a class by himself."
"Was-was his tongue-was it thrilling?" Lissa asked, chuckling. "Did it make you cream off! I-I'm wondering how it-"
"Lissa! You don't mean you'd like to try it?"
"How horrible!" she gasped, shuddering. "I just can't imagine such a dreadful thing from that beautiful dog of yours." She hesitated, then, "A darling pet acting like a man? You suppose Prince would actually put his hard, bony prong into a girl's pussy if she'd encourage him? I mean a dog screwing her just like a man?"
"Honey, I don't really know," I told her. "Prince has never tried that with me. But I did read a book once telling how dogs were trained to rape women prisoners in concentration camps during World War II. I imagine any pet dog would do it if you coaxed him."
Lissa shuddered again and suggested we stop talking about such a thing. But she didn't fool me. I could see she was all fired up, but so was I! If I could have gotten hold of Wayne and Jack I'd have told them to hurry home and get their pricks ready for action. But I knew they couldn't get home for several hours.
'Tell you what, Lissa," I said, tapping her tantalizing titty, "it wouldn't hurt for us to let Prince lick us all over. Then we'd take a warm shower, get away from him and go to the upstairs bedroom and make love to each other."
"I-I'd like that," Lissa said. "It would relieve us till Jack and Wayne can come home and screw us."
So we did just that, and minutes later found us in the upstairs master bedroom getting naked as statues. We horsed around getting undressed, teasing each other and fondling our boobs. I thought Lissa was positively tantalizing and seductive.
When we lay side by side, I kissed Lissa's enticing left breast, caught her ruby nipple between my teeth and laved it tenderly with my tongue.
"Honey," I told her, "you don't really need a dog to lick you or another female to thrill you; you need a guy with a big stiff prick to manhandle you. But"-I sighed-"I'll put my hands under your gorgeous little ass and do all I can for you."
We creamed off once in no time, with Lissa moaning and yelping like a crippled coyote, as if she was losing her cherry to a man with a nine-inch cock. Then her head went down to my titties, her right hand stroking my writhing buttocks, her left hand toying with the curls partly concealing my quivering cunt. I cupped her voluptuous titties and kissed the top of her head.
An abrupt wave of passion washed over me. I rolled Lissa over onto her sleek back and mounted her.
"Now you're going to get screwed, you hussy," I hissed, sinking my teeth into her alluring shoulder.
She squealed and tried to push me off, pretending alarm, but I knew she was only spoofing. She was hot as a suburban boy's six-gun. I crushed my mouth over her enticing lips and my hands slid under her tantalizing buttocks. I began to rub her alluring pussy back and forth, as a man might with his pecker. Her large clit was getting stiff and hard. I pressed my body as tight as I could against her glory hole so that the little dart dagger of my love button would probe in, imitating a man's prick.
She started sobbing and yelling like a soul kicked out of paradise. She covered my face, eyes and hair with hot, passionate kisses, while her fingers roamed all over my body, teasing and fondling. She was writhing and moaning like a chippy doing a fifty-dollar fuck.
We creamed off like a country creamery, leaving us both panting and exhausted, relaxing on the bed. At that instant, Prince came bounding in, barking as if he'd spotted a sneak thief. As he reached the edge of the bed, his sparkling brown eyes widened, and without urging he leaped upon the bed and began to nudge my buttocks with his cool muzzle.
I couldn't help shivering at the ecstatic feeling. It flashed like lightning all through my body. Losing all control, I rolled over on my back and spread my thighs as wide as possible.
Prince bent his head and started sniffing my cunt. After a long moment he began to tongue it harshly. My head tossed from side to side, the muscles alongside my thighs quivering and tensing. Prince's saliva was turning my pussy curls damp and sticky.
Lissa grew impatient and envious. "Here, Prince, good doggy," she coaxed. "Come here, honey. Do me, too."
Half mad with the marvelous sensations Prince's rough tongue was giving me, I gazed at the gorgeous nude Lissa. She was not to be intimidated. She told me a bit angrily, "You wanted me to speak my mind, Pet. So I'm going to do it I want Prince to tongue me, too."
She snapped her fingers and Prince's nose lifted. He cocked his head to one side and stared at her.
"Here, good doggy," she repeated. "Come here, Prince."
He barked softly and moved over to her. He bent his head and started to lick her cunt with the same gusto he'd shown me. She moaned and writhed and pounded the bed with her fists. "Oh ... oh Pet, I-I've never felt anything like this before. It-it's almost more than I can stand..."
It was more than I could stand, too, so I slid my finger down between the pink lips of my pussy, just in case Prince made Lissa reach her peak and neglected me. I was burning with passionate need.
Lissa began talking to me: "Oh, Pet, it-it's heavenly, but it-it's so strange. How I'd love to have a man's big cock jammed into my pussy right now!"
To my utter disbelief Lissa got to her dimpled knees and crept forward on all fours to the foot of the bed. She spread her luscious thighs quite wide, bowed her forehead down to the sheets and called to Prince.
"Here, Prince, good doggy, come here," she begged. "Do it to me, baby. You darling, give me that wonderful long hard thing..."
She twisted her neck to face me. "Pet, let's see if he will! It would put me up in heaven because I-I'm wild for a stiff prick. Please, Pet, let me see what I can get him to do."
Doubtfully, I watched my darling Prince. He whined softly, lowered his handsome head a trifle, then stuck out his shiny pink tongue and thrust it savagely between the bare lips of Lissa's tantalizing pussy. She writhed and moaned at the sensation.
"Oh, you darling doggy!" she cried, "butt but stick your hard prong in there. I-I need that more than I do your tongue."
She faced me again. "Oh, help us, Pet. Show Prince how to do it. Just this once. I-I had a girl friend a while back and she-she'd have her big German shepherd do it to her. She said it was out of this world. Help me, Pet! See if you can get Prince to do it."
Raw animal lust hung over us like a blanket. I think Lissa and I must have been hypnotized by it-and almost suffocated. Lissa got to her knees and reached out to touch Prince's furry sheath. To our amazement, his long red penis slid out and his balls twitched. I stared at him, hardly believing my eyes.
"Look, Pet, look!" Lissa gasped. "It-it's long as a man's and hard as nails-and look at that big knob on the end!"
I watched Prince paw the sheet, his nose nudging Lissa's gorgeous bottom. She thrust it toward him lewdly and invitingly, the pink lips of her bare pussy quivering expectantly.
My fingers gently worked Prince's throbbing prick. It slid out farther and started throbbing. He was whining eagerly, his pink tongue hanging out. Lissa was trembling with uncontrollable lust.
Abruptly, then, Prince reared on his hind legs and placed his paws on Lissa's arched body. Was I dreaming, of did Prince's long, rough penis actually plunge into the depth of Lissa's gorgeous cunt?
It was no dream. Lissa's frenzied voice filled my amazed ears: "Oh, Jesus, Pet! Prince's got it in me. It-it feels-oh how can I describe it? It's so long and hard and hot ... It-it's driving me nuts but don't-don't let him stop. Hold him up there-tight!"
Well, I didn't need to hold him. He was humping and pumping in weird jerking thrusts. Lissa was meeting them, moaning and writhing, as if trying to get her buttocks closer to him.
Prince's paws were digging into the tender skin of her flawless back and he was whining louder as his movements quickened.
Suddenly Lissa's back arched and her eyes went wild. A frenzied cry escaped her lips. It was a scream of riotous rapture, of climactic ecstasy, and I knew she was reaching her peak.
Prince's eyes were closed and his whole body was stiffening. His head lowered to Lissa's back and his furious humping ceased. He remained atop her, apparently glued fast. I wondered if his sex knob had swelled so that he could not pull away.
Unthinking, I had been rubbing my own clit furiously, and in a moment I yelped and shuddered as my dew gushed down.
I watched Prince get off Lissa, jump to the floor and lie at the foot of the bed. He was panting, his pink tongue hanging out.
A wave of jealous anger washed over me. Why had Prince chosen Lissa over me? After all, he was my darling dog. But wasn't that just like a man-or a dog? It seemed wholly natural for all males to be fickle!
WAYNE
Phyllis Kagle was a neat little doll who worked with me in the office. I'd known her before I got hooked up with Pet. I figured I had her all set for a thrilling hunk of tail, and it almost materialized but not quite! She had these dark dreamy eyes and the largest titties I'd ever seen on a small girl. She was one of these cuties who protrude enticingly both front and rear. She had a nice soft ass that you could pump like a piston while wanting a rhino to come along and tread on your buttocks.
She had a couple of nosy brothers, toughies who worked on freight trains, never entirely happy unless they were kicking bums off swaying boxcars. I thought they must be versed in mental telepathy, since every time I'd look at Phyllis they'd give me the cold glare and bare their teeth.
"Okay, you bastards," I'd mutter to myself. "Go ahead and give me the evil eye. Have a ball! I know Phyllis craves to be screwed and I'm going to slip it into her."
It wasn't too long before I got her out in my old wide-seated heap. We parked about ten miles southeast of town in a spot on a little-used dirt road-if you can consider it little used! I mean there are scads of empty suds cans and crumpled paper tissues on both sides of the road.
It was one of those bright, moonlit nights that made you think of pussy before the space boys got up there and killed the illusion. They found the moon nothing much but dull rocks and craters. Anyway, we parked and I killed the headlights. We lost no time getting started with our smooching. Some old dirt farmer had planted an alfalfa patch south of the road, and we could smell the sweet blossoms. The fragrance was quite stimulating to my cock. It was on the verge of convulsions, trying to drill a hole in my trousers.
I was straining Phyl to me, stabbing my tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth. She responded in kind, as though she'd been doing it since puberty. I slipped my trembling fingers down her velvet-soft back and she writhed and moaned. Then I got braver and slipped my hand into her blouse and cupped those big titties. She whimpered and snuggled closer to me. I allowed my fingers to toy with her left nipple. I felt it stiffen and enlarge. Deftly, I opened her blouse all the way, bent down and spanked her right nipple with my tongue.
"Wayne, honey," she cooed, "that-that's wonderful."
Wonderful, was it? Well, I had something a lot better in mind. I'd made a bet with myself she wasn't wearing pantyhose. I sneaked my hand under her miniskirt and let my fingers go thrill hunting. They discovered a patch of thick, soft hair, jealously concealing a cute little cunt. Of course, I couldn't see it in the pale moonlight, but it felt cute, and I made a bet the fuzz was a pretty brown. And the pussy beneath it would be bordered by alluring pink lips, smiling a warm welcome for my throbbing cock.
"Smoke my boobies some more, Wayne, honey," she murmured, hoarsely. "I-I love it."
"Smoke," eh? That sounded like education. So I darted my stiff tongue against them again, at the same time fondling her large clit with my fingers. She started breathing raggedly, pulling closer to me and grinding her pelvis against mine. I slipped my pants down and my cock jumped up like a jack-in-the-box. I felt Phyl's fingers groping around my crotch, trying to locate my prick. That ought to be easy, I thought, but I took her fingers and wrapped them around it. She gasped and shuddered.
"Wayne, honey," she murmured, "it-it feels so big. It-it'll hurt me."
I kissed her lingeringly and said nothing. I knew darn well it would hurt, but not for long.
Eagerly she guided my cock toward her pussy. When the knob touched it, she moaned and shuddered. But I did more than that. I farted like the young stud I'd watched when I was a kid. He'd go "boom!" when he creamed off. But Phyl didn't seem to pay any attention. She was too busy with her own sensations.
Gently, I pushed the head in. She yelped and shivered. She was tight as a miser's fist, all right, but I felt sure she wasn't a virgin. Some other guy must have blazed the trail ahead of me. She started twisting her ass and pushing her pelvis against mine. I thrust in a little farther. Damn! It was good-velvety and tight. I had stopped nipping her boobies.
"Bite my titties some more, Wayne," she murmured. "Please!"
I hate to disappoint the girls, so I clamped down hard until I got the salty taste of blood. Phyl would certainly have to keep her boobs hidden for a few days! I thrust in a little farther, thrilling to every inch of my prick's adventure. Then I pushed in steadily until it was hidden in that cute pussy and my balls were riding Phyl's anus.
She started screaming. "Wayne, Wayne, honey! It-it does hurt, but it feels so good, too. Do it to me, baby. Do it fast and hard!"
I clutched her hips and began a measured, rocking motion that she met perfectly. Did she really know what was about to happen? Had she ever climbed the magic mountain? "Don't be a fool, fellow!" I told myself. "Of course she has!"
She started screaming again. I knew her paradise peak was just around the corner, whether she realized it or not.
Abruptly, a sense of something wrong hit me. Was it the dim shadow falling across Phyl's moonlit face? I tried to hold off, but I had gone too far. I panicked and my cream spurted all over Phyl's bare legs and her skirt. I'd shot off into thin air!
A stiff finger poked my left shoulder. I glanced up and saw one of Phyl's brothers. Goosebumps blossomed on my back and my hair stood on end. I glanced back to my left. There was her other brother!
"Over here, Carl," one brother growled. "Let's just castrate this bastard and feed his nuts to the hogs."
"They wouldn't eat 'em!" Carl retorted.
"Please, boys," Phyl begged, "Don't beat him up. He-he hasn't hurt me. It-it's all my fault."
'Then how come his bare ass is stickin' up in the moonlight?"
"He-he hasn't done anything wrong. Let him go. Please!"
I would have been trembling in my boots, but I wasn't wearing boots. Carl was holding one of my arms, Hank the other. I had half a notion to try a vicious kick at Hank's balls, then banished the thought. The odds were too uneven.
"Hell," Hank said, finally, "Let's just give this bastard's ass a swift kick and make him walk home."
"Sounds good," Carl agreed, " 'specially makin' the boy walk home instead of the gal."
"All right, you!" Hank gave me a push. 'Take it over to that alfalfa patch and lay it down. We'll tell you when to get up. And see you do like we say. Otherwise, we separate you from your balls."
I said nothing, but hiked toward the field. I saw Hank get into my car with Phyllis. Carl hurried back to where he'd left his car, just around a bend.
"Have fun walkin' home, you bastard!" Hank called to me. "We'll park your car in front of the courthouse, and leave the key in the ignition, so maybe somebody will swipe it."
My tender feet took a horrible beating walking home. From then on, Phyl would smile at me, but it was no go on further dates. I sometimes wondered if that smile weren't a laugh! She did have a marvelous little pussy, but the blood barrier was too dangerous to tackle. Those lousy brothers were watching me like four-eyed eagles and I wasn't hankering to feel their beaks and talons. Not with so much other luscious pussy right under my nose.
WAYNE
About this time Pet seemed to get grumpy as a spayed pussycat and I wondered what the hell was the matter. I jumped her about it at breakfast Saturday morning.
"All right," I growled. "Why the grouch? You been chewing nails?"
She took a long drink of coffee. "That's a dumb question for you to ask."
"Why, Pet, why?"
"You ought to know."
I stared at her. "You-must mean you-you're-"
"Of course. I'm knocked up, you dummy." I snorted. "Well, that ought to make you jump with joy. You've been bellyaching for a kid a long time. "But"-I frowned-"who is the happy father-to-be?"
"Not you, big boy."
"Then you actually know who-"
"Of course." She poured milk on her cereal. "It's no problem. I wore my loop every time except with you and Fritz."
"Fritz! That long, skinny bastard."
"What's wrong with him? We go for each other." She brushed the hair out of her eyes. "And he wants the baby, too. And don't act so damned strait-laced. And you better get yourself smelling nice. We girls have big doings lined up for tonight."
Somehow that made me feel better. My cock began stiffening, my balls tingling. "Who'll be my mate-and yours?"
"Fritz for me, of course. I'm not telling you who'll be tickling your big thing."
"Come on! Who is she?"
"Easy, boy. You'll like her, I promise."
So that was that. Nothing to do but sweat it out until eight that evening. I did, and I was almost drooling when our guests began to glide in right on time. All five husbands showed except Jack Gilham. That must mean my date would be Lissa, the doll with the exquisite, hairless pussy. My balls tingled sharply and my jock started jerking. "Wayne, son," I told myself, "you're going to have a ball tonight! That old houri-master, Omar, couldn't have gone you one better, even if he had every last one of his famous females under the bough and his jug gurgling!"
The minute Lissa saw me she flashed me the glad eye. I saw she was feeling as horny as I. She tilted her head at me and smiled, showing even white teeth. They could really make a dent in my cock! But what had she done with Jack, her legal bedmate? She gave me the answer before I could ask.
"Jack got called out of town," she murmured into my ear. "They're short-handed in the big city."
I swallowed a couple of times and let my gaze devour her. She was plenty easy on the eyes. I hadn't topped off Pet for a while, so you can imagine what Lissa was doing to my fucking apparatus. She was standing beside a dim light in the corner of the living room. I gave my eyes a treat, staring at her naturally blonde hair, her luscious pink lips and her light green eyes. Her nose was small and slightly tip-tilted. Her cheekbones were high and shapely. But these pleasant features were nothing compared to what I lamped when we eased into the master bedroom away from the other couples. They'd been pairing off, Pet with Fritz, naturally, but I was too greatly absorbed with Lissa to check on the others.
I locked the door and faced Lissa, who was shedding her clothes. She did it teasingly, and I did the same. The room was cool and comfortable and the rosy night light was glowing romantically. My heart was hammering my ribs and my prick was throbbing as I glanced at Lissa's tantalizing legs. They were slender columns of snow-white enticing flesh, terminating in solid mounds of inviting buttocks. Again I thought of Omar. Not one of his vaunted houris could possibly have had more sexy thighs! Lissa's feet were tiny, with high arches, pallid as moonlight. Through her thin silken panties I saw her pussy in all its unconcealed bloom. I couldn't help gasping as a thrill chilled me. Her belly was flat as an expensive china plate. Her boobies were tight and white as milk. Their slight blue veins formed a delightful contrast to the ruby-red nipples, large as cherries.
"Wayne," she breathed, cupping her breasts and moving toward me, "I-I was so worried, thinking perhaps we'd never be matched again. I-I'm still thrilling from that first time."
"Here, too, doll. I'm nuts about you. But why are we wasting time!"
She smiled sweetly and let her panties fall to the rug. I bent over to pick them up, and got a breathtaking view of her gorgeous bare pussy. I damn near went wild. For a few seconds I had to think of dull things to keep from shooting my cream into thin air.
Lissa came into my arms and we fell onto the bed. Ecstasy? It was far beyond that. Naked, we lay there, her fragrant arms stroking my shoulders. Her fingers crept down to my biceps. "Jesus, Wayne," she cooed, "what muscles! I'm crazy about them. You're all man, honey."
Well, that didn't hurt my ego a bit. What man doesn't like praise from a beautiful woman? She urged me gently onto my back and moved her sweet-smelling body onto mine.
"Wayne, boy," she said, hoarsely, "Let's don't rush things. Let's-"
"Sure, baby, anything you say."
Her thighs nudged mine and chilly thrills used my spine for a racetrack. She was all woman! Her stiff-nippled boobies were rubbing against my chest. Moving downward a little, she bent her head, and I could see the petal-smooth skin of her back and the white mounds of her buttocks. She started laughing softly, and kissed my lips, my throat and my small titties.
"Can we play a bit rough, honey?" she asked.
"Anything you say, Lissa."
Her even white teeth came down hard on my left nipple. Simultaneously she clutched my balls and squeezed until I winced. Despite the pain, it felt strangely thrilling. Then she reversed her position, placing her feet near my head. She spread her thighs and pulled her heels in toward her shapely buttocks. I found myself face to face with her enticing hairless pussy! So close, it seemed even more alluring. Her clit was very large. I felt moisture on her thighs, smelling like musk. The odor was exciting, making my prick stiffen and jerk.
"Kiss it, boy," she urged. "Make hot love to it."
For a moment I hesitated, then thrust my stiff tongue between those pulsing pink lips. Rhythmically, I plunged in and out, then my muscles tensed as I felt her hot mouth encircle the knob of my jock. That sent me zooming up to cloud nine-ninety-nine. This was going to be too damn quick! I'd have to make it last. So I tried to withdraw, but she clutched my head, pressed it down fiercely and surged up with her pelvis. Abruptly, the gongs sounded, rockets fired, and I damn near went around the bend. Lissa let out a tiny muffled cry, but held onto my cock until it stopped its spasmodic jerking and gushing.
"Marvelous, big man," she cooed. "Your cream is like honey. Let's relax a minute, then do it the old-fashioned way."
"Hell's bells, fellow!" I told myself. "It'll take more than a minute before your prick can stand another orgasm like that." But I told Lissa okay, and we lay there for a full five minutes, relaxing and murmuring endearing words to each other. This was very easy for me to do. This doll had hit me where I lived. A vagrant thought kept pecking away at the back of my mind. If Pet divorced me so she could tie up with Fritz, maybe-just maybe Lissa and I-'
"Penny for your thoughts, Wayne," Lissa said. "You know I think it-it's about time for you and me to-"
"Right, doll," I said. "Let's do it."
"Can I take the lead, honey?" she murmured. "I want us to get a double thrill this time."
"Lead on, baby!"
She got to her elbows and knees before me and twisted her neck to smile. "You play the big bulldog, honey, and I'll be the hot bitch."
I couldn't think of her as a bitch, but I mounted her quickly, my cock jerking and weaving in anticipation. I rubbed the knob against her stiffened clit. She moaned and thrust against me, getting as close as possible.
"Don't forget, Wayne," she murmured, "nature gave me two places you can use."
"Just how do-"
"Put your thumb in one and your cock in the other, then I'll take over."
For a moment I was so surprised I darn near lost my hard, but when she reached back and toyed with my balls I recovered it in a jiffy.
"Now, big man, do it!" she pleaded. "Give it to me in both places-hard!"
I worked my thumb into her anus and thrust my cock between those gorgeous pink lips of her pussy. I started plunging in and out and she matched my every move.
"Honey, for chrissake," she moaned, "it-it's so good I don't think I can stand it. But hurry ... hurry ... I want us to come together."
I pulled my cock out for a moment, keeping my thumb in place. Then I shoved my jock in full-length in one savage thrust. Lissa bucked and pushed against me. I could feel the petal-soft fingers of her pussy palpating my prick. She was keeping one hand on my bag, toying with my balls. She kept making endearing and moaning sounds, thrilling with the pressure of my cock that bridged us together.
At first we moved fast, then slowly, mindful of each other's nearness to pleasure peak. We were determined to climb it together. Then she started thrusting against me in a tempo that meant her climax was imminent.
"Wayne, baby," she cried, "I-it's about to happen. Love me, honey, love me! Oh ... oh . . do it, do it now! Oh, Jesus, I-I'm coming ... I can't take it!"
But she survived. When her first muffled moans ceased and her climactic cry sounded, my stem went into spasms, throbbing and spurting my cream.
Lissa! She of the gorgeous bare pussy! What a creature-the female who knew how to employ all her body orifices.
Nude, we lay there together, gasping and relaxing, locked in each other's arms. We were one in our sated contentment. Finally we got up and joined the other club members. Our orgasm had been unadulterated ecstasy.
WAYNE
Did you ever have a teenage chick gone on you? You know damn well you're too old to mess around with her, but she's nuts about you. To her, you're the big, dominating he man, wise to the ways of the world. You're not like these snot-nosed kids who buy a girl a dime Coke, and then try to squeeze it out of her.
Well, unknown to Pet, this little chick Barbara (Babs) McCracken was that way about me. She was only about fifteen or so, and she was working as extra messenger girl in our communications office. She had those soulful blue eyes that said "I'm crazy for you, big man." She was well-developed for her age, with large breasts that pushed out her blouse and tantalizing buttocks that made her light green slacks fit tightly, but not too tightly, I thought.
She was always bending over me at my desk, pushing her luscious titties against my shoulder and forcing me to breathe the seductive perfume she was wearing. From the way my cock would thump and stiffen, I wondered if she'd mixed a little Spanish fly with it!
Anyway, I stood it about as long as any horny two-balled male could, then I caught her over at the beanery on a coffee break. I eased into the booth beside her.
We chatted for a couple of minutes and she damn near set me wild by nudging my leg with her alluring knee.
"Hot today, isn't it, Babs?" I said, reaching down and pushing her knee away. I wanted to get her reaction.
I got it. Her soft hand went down and covered mine. She turned those big blue eyes full upon me. She certainly didn't hate me!
"Oh, Mister Keener," she cooed, "You-I-I-" she stammered.
"Never mind, honey," I told her, tickling her gorgeous thigh. "Just meet me outside the Strand movie at eight tonight and we'll take a little drive and cool things off." I watched her for a long moment. "Okay?"
She breathed faster and her eyes widened. Then her fingers crept up my thigh and she murmured, "Look for me, big man. I'll be wearing a red dress."
Well, I hoped she wouldn't be wearing any panties if I was going to give her what she wanted. Anyway, I called the Aloha Motel south of town and reserved a room for the evening. I told Pet I had to go back to the office for extra work and figured to be home about midnight.
"You better be, you big lug," she crabbed. "And you better not have starch on your fly when you get home."
Pet probably supposed I was going out for an extra screw, but apparently she didn't care too much. Her mind was too taken up with that bastard Fritz Cox and his outsize prick. Fritz and she were getting thicker than scum on a pond and I was prepared for almost anything they might do.
It was still warm and sultry when I chugged past the Strand in my flivver. I saw a chick in red and I knew Babs hadn't been pulling my leg. So I drew over to the curb and waited.
Here she came on the trot. She was panting when she climbed into the seat beside me. I wondered if her panting was caused by the weather or by her little glory hole heating up. Maybe a little of both.
"Oh, Mister Keener, I-I-" she stammered, "I was afraid you wouldn't come, but-but you did, didn't you?"
"Looks that way, baby," I said, grinning.
When we got to the Aloha that same little fart of a clerk was on duty. His dead fish-gray eyes actually showed a spark of life when they lit on Babs. He started to make some snide remark about "cradle" but I stopped him with a hard glare.
"Where, fellow?" I asked, giving my name as Brown.
"Cabin seven on your left, Mister Brown." He emphasized the name. "I reserved it as you requested by phone."
Inside number seven the air conditioner was doing its stuff, making the room pleasantly cool. Just right for making lover I thought. But was this kid a virgin? I refused to believe it, judging from her actions in the restaurant, and her eagerness to come with me to the motel. Surely, she knew what to expect-and wanted it!
I began to strip and she took the hint. Under her red dress she didn't have much on except her girdle and pantyhose.
"Let me take them off, honey," I said, after stripping to my shorts.
She giggled and shied off a couple of steps but didn't fight my hands when I started removing her panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and let me pull them down over her trim little bare feet. When I started to fool with her girdle, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her enticing white titties. I fondled the pink nipples for a moment, making her shiver and giggle again.
When she was quite nude she stood up and pirouetted before me.
"Like me, big man?" she murmured.
"You're the most, honey," I said, taking a deep breath.
And she was a delicious package of young femininity, with long, golden blonde hair cascading to her shapely shoulders, and her tantalizing pubic curls were the same color. Her alluring legs were rather long and well-shaped, her enticing hips flared and rounded, and her neat buttocks high and firm. She was exceptionally well-developed for a girl so young.
"Babs," I said, staring at her luscious figure, "are you-are-you're not a virgin, are you?"
She took a deep breath and refused to meet my eyes for a long moment. Finally, she stammered, "As-as far as a man goes, I-I am. Oh, a couple of my girl friends and I tried some-some things, but I don't think I've ever gotten the real big thrill I-I've heard so much about."
My prick had been throwing fits-but now-a virgin? What the hell! Did I really want to pick a half-ripened cherry?
Babs noticed my hesitation. "Oh, Mister Keener," she said, putting her soft arms about my neck, "please don't feel bad. I-I want you to show me a few things. That's why I came out here with you. These kids don't know anything. They just want to park somewhere and go after you like an animal. I-I've always fought them off."
So that's how it is, I thought. All right! If I don't do it, some other guy will. My balls began tingling and my cock started throbbing again.
I saw Babs sneaking a look at it. Her eyes went wide and she gasped.
"Is that-is that the way it's going to-" she stammered. "How will you ever-"
"Take it easy, honey, I'm not going to hurt you," I said, knowing I was a lousy liar, but I knew it would feel so good after it quit hurting she'd forgive me.
I tried to soothe her, my hairy chest touching her velvety skin as I clasped her in my arms. I kissed her gently, letting my tongue spank her sweet one. She responded instantly, as if she enjoyed it. My fingers explored her glossy back and moved along her waist. She shied off a little but I drew her in close again, fondling her lovely titties. I let my thumb creep onto her blooming nipple and spidered it gently. Instantly it grew hard and erect. She writhed and moaned. Then I leaned over and kissed it. She gasped and I felt her tantalizing pelvis thrust against me. Old Mother Nature was giving Babs a clue, I thought.
When I started urging her to the bed she stopped me and cupped her enticing boobies. "Do that some more, big man, please! It-it makes me feel good and hot in my pussy."
So I kept on kissing first one dainty nipple then the other until she was panting and nudging me with her golden pubic triangle.
"Lie down on the bed, honey," I told her, "and I'll do it some more."
Eagerly she stretched out on the sheet and held up her luscious breasts for me to continue laving and kissing. By now my cock was really going wild, thumping and tingling. I couldn't take much more without creaming off. This horny youngster was about to run me nuts-something about her sweet, unspoiled person excited me terrifically, making me wild with desire.
Lying beside her, I tried to kiss her curvy lips, but she dodged me and said, "No, no, please kiss my titties. That thrills me more."
Her high, youthful voice was turning a trifle hoarse.
I kept on nipping her alluring titties a little roughly and she wriggled closer to me. I didn't want to scare her by jamming my prick into her cute little cunt too soon, but it was threatening to get out of control, jerking and throbbing. Besides, my balls were developing a beaut of a stone-ache.
Babs began to grind her seeking pelvis against me and I figured she was ready to start fucking. She spread her voluptuous thighs and tried to grasp my stem. She couldn't seem to find it so I took her trim hand and put her fingers on the knob. Her dimpled knees went up. She guided my stiff, throbbing tool to her virgin passion pit.
Carefully I mounted her, and pushed the head in ever so gently. Instantly she moaned and writhed, her tantalizing pelvis coming up, up. I pushed in a little farther, forgetting to nibble on her lovely titties.
"Bite my boobs, big man," she begged. "Bite 'em hard!"
So I did, at the same time trying to push my prick in a bit farther. I'd seen the teeth marks I'd put on her big white breasts, and I knew they'd be swollen and sore the next day-but she kept asking for it!
Soon I felt the barrier of her virginity. I almost pulled out, feeling like a heel-a big, grownup heel. But you've heard about the stiff prick having no conscience, I'm sure. Mine was exactly like that.
I felt Babs' fascinating body stiffening, her pelvis coming up, up, so I pushed through the barrier with one determined, savage thrust.
"Oh, Jesus, oh ... oh..." she cried, trying to pull away from the pain, but my cock was buried Up to my balls. Then, in a moment, she clutched my buttocks in frenzied passion and strained me closer. "It-it doesn't hurt now, not so much," she murmured. "Don't, don't pull away!" i
I clenched my teeth, grabbed her flawless hips, spread her enticing thighs with my elbows and plunged rhythmically in and out until she started screaming in ecstasy.
"Oh, Daddy," she cried, "that-that's good, now, so good ... I-I'm-I think I'm about to do it. Keep going. It doesn't hurt any more. Oh ... now ... now ... This is heaven ... "
I didn't stop until my cream spurted spasmodically and Babs and I had climbed paradise peak together ...
Finally, when I pulled out, my pecker's head was battered and bowed. Little Babs truly had been a virgin, and I'd picked her cherry. But half-ripe? No, it was ruby-red and ready for the plucking.
My cock was throbbing as I went to the bathroom and gave it a cold-water dousing. Then I shut off the water, patted my stem dry with a soft towel, and went back to the bed. Babs was lying on her back, her eyes dreamy and content. Her flower-like lips were open.
I lay down beside her. " Are you afraid of getting pregnant, honey?" I asked, spidering her enticing titties.
"No, no, Daddy," she declared, chuckling. "You see I-I've been planning this for quite a while, and I've been snitching some of Mom's pills!"
Well, that made me gasp, and I didn't feel quite so bad about picking her delectable little cherry.
WAYNE
Most of next week Pet was hard to get along with, but by Saturday morning she'd thawed out a bit. I told myself it must have something to do with that Fritz Cox. And I wasn't dreaming! She informed me that the long-peckered bastard and the other club members were coming over at eight that night.
At the breakfast table, I spilled over. "Pet, why must you always pair off with that skinny, pigeon-toed guy?"
"You dumb, or something? How many times do I have to tell you I'm knocked up?"
I slapped the butter onto my toast. "So you're really stuck with this kid! What a nice, sour pickle!"
"You can claim it, Daddy."
"Fat chance. It's not off my vine," I snorted.
She looked over my head, her nose uptilted. "Let's don't fret about it. Fritz will do the right thing-if I say so."
"And will you say so?"
"Oh, unwind, you old fucker! Get your mind on tonight's doings. You're in for a lowdown, cunt-lapping, wild screwing ball!"
So I did try to relax and think about problems at the office, but Pet's carrying Fritz's brat really upset me. If he did admit the kid was his, he'd want to boot me out and marry Pet. Wouldn't that mean a couple of divorces? What else? Would his wife, Fern, step out of the picture? She might raise all kinds of hell. And actually I didn't want to cut loose from Pet. I was really strong for her, though her pussy wasn't quite so exciting as Fern's. So if Pet did give me the gate, I'd just play the field. I could have Julia and Tennie-both with alluring pussies, quivering to be screwed. But if I were single, wouldn't I be kicked out of the club and lose my bed rights? Oh, hell, I concluded, I'm not going to worry about it.
By eight o'clock I'd clamed down. I felt pretty frisky when the adult adulterers began to drift in. A little after eight they were all present except Fern Cox. Now what the devil had happened to her? Of course! That was it-Pet and Fritz's doings. He must have told Fern about Pet's being knocked up. Now I'd be lugging a stiff prick around with nobody to get it limber. No nice hot pussy for me tonight! Then I saw this little dark-eyed doll gliding in the front door. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Oh, yes, Wayne," Pet said sweetly, "I forgot." She nodded toward the strange girl. 'That's Lana Maku. She's matched up with you for tonight."
"I'll bet you forgot. She looks-"
"She's a little chick from Hawaii," Pet explained. "She's here visiting Fritz and Fern. Old school chum from the West Coast. Fern is-well, she's entertaining her red-headed cousin, so she sent Lana for you. She says you won't be cheated."
Cheated? I doubted it. Ye gods, this was something different. I hoped Lana had brought her grass skirt along. And "Maku?" I had to laugh. I hoped she'd make me shoot my wad all over the place! I'd often heard these Orientals did it crosswise. Here was my chance to get the real lowdown.
Pet introduced Lana. Lana gave me the glad eye, and I couldn't help staring at her. She wasn't large, but not so small as most Hawaiian gals. She was really chic. Her eyes were big and dark and dreamy. Did I sense a tantalizing come-on in them? Damn! I was positively itching to get her alone and give my eyes a treat, feasting on her, with or without a grass skirt! Just now, though, the party was beginning to hit the high spots and I was forced to take my eyes off Lana.
Pet was passing drinks around, along with some hot little cookies she'd baked. It was quite warm in the living room. All twelve adulterers were stark naked, ranged about the room, resting their asses on the davenport, ottomans, or what have you. Little Lana stood by the piano, chewing her nails and twisting her lingers. I wondered if she was embarrassed or just waiting impatiently for me to get into her pants. She must know what was coming up or she'd have stayed home with Fern.
Now everybody began stirring about, the gals' fingers toying with pricks and balls, the male fingers fondling female crotches.
I looked closely at Lana. In an odd sort of way she was strikingly beautiful. Her hair was very dark, cascading charmingly on either side of her oval face. Her eyes were sparkling, her lips a ripe cherry-red. Her shapely legs were alluring in green, tight-fitting slacks.
Pet and Fritz caught my eye. A wave of jealous rage washed over me. But who was I to be stewing about Pet? I'd been screwing the field, too. Pet was half lying, half sitting on the davenport, leaning back against the silken pillows. Her perfect shoulders showed white as skim milk. Her pink-tipped titties stood up stiff and enticing. I could see the short, curly fuzz, jealously trying to conceal the lips of her pussy. Anger banged me again. I could visualize that long-peckered Fritz, poking his outsize tool into Pet's gorgeous pussy. But I had Lana! Would she give me a thrill? Sure she would. I'd get her to slip on her grass skirt and do some bumps and grinds for me-if she finished before my cock went wild!
Fritz sank down beside Pet and whispered something to her. She laughed softly, her white shoulders shaking. Fritz's right hand sneaked down to her pelvis while his left spidered her belly. Then it slipped beneath her back. He pressed kisses on her lips, her throat and titties. He took each nipple between his lips and smoked it with smacking sounds. Pet was whimpering and tensing her legs, her pelvis thrusting up, up.
Fritz looked around and grinned widely. The bastard was putting on a show. He wanted to make everybody drool before they watched him mount Pet. He was deliberately trying to make me blow my top. And he was damn near succeeding!
I couldn't take any more. I just could not sit there and watch his big cock start to slide in and out of my wife's pussy. Lana was watching them, her eyes wide, lips parted. I moved quickly to her side.
"You, me, Lana? We go to bedroom?" I murmured.
She smiled and chuckled. "Sure, big man," she answered softly. "And it's not necessary to pigeon-talk me."
I stared at her. "You wanted me, Lana? I don't quite-"
"Fern wised me up. She said you were something else. She wanted me to get a crack at you."
I blew out my breath and shrugged. "Okay, honey." I clutched her tiny hand. "Let's get started."
"We-we'll need another couple," she said, hesitantly.
"Another couple? Why?" I asked curiously. "Let me tell you when we get to the bedroom."
"Four's a crowd, baby," I said, "but all right. I'll get Jack and Lissa."
A couple of minutes later the four of us were lounging nude on my big bed in the master bedroom.
"On your feet, honey," I told Lana. "Let me have a look at you."
She obliged, and my eyes started blinking. Her slender, light brown-skinned body was a striking vision. Her waist was tiny, almost delicate, but her hips stood out full and alluring. They were something to hang that grass skirt on! She could wiggle them to a fare-you-well without losing it. Her buttocks were gorgeously rounded and plump, and her thighs would have taxed the brush of a master painter. Round as an orange and smooth as porcelain, they tapered down to pretty dimpled knees. Her ankles were dainty and nicely formed over a high instep. Her cute little pussy was almost concealed by short, curly, blue-black hair, but I saw its shy crimson lips peeking at me. My cock jerked and throbbed.
"Will I do, honey?" she asked, lifting her slender arms and pirouetting.
"In a big way, doll. But say, how about the grass skirt? You going to give it a whirl?"
She shook her head. "Sorry, big man, but I didn't bring one. We reserve that stuff for the islands. And we don't need it-really."
"Okay," I said, "but come on, let's start the balls rolling. But why the four of us?"
Jack and Lissa stared at her, and she neared us quickly.
"Lie down, Wayne," she ordered. "On your back."
I obeyed, and she lay across my lap.
"Now hold my left leg, while I put my right foot on the floor."
Her thigh felt warm and restive under my trembling fingers.
"Now, Lissa," she told Jack's wife, "get to your knees and lave my pussy. Oh, don't be so backward. I'll do as much for you in a few minutes."
Jack was fidgeting at the foot of the bed. Lana was lying so that her lips were but a few inches from the knob of his cock. "Now I'll jack you off," she told him.
His eyes widened and he frowned, but started grinning when she stroked his pecker. One of his knees was resting on the bed, the other hard against the wall. Lana was smiling, but shuddering slightly as Lissa laved her pussy. One of Lana's dainty hands was spidering Jack's thighs, moving down to toy with his big balls, the other pumping his cock. She was watching the head very closely. She spread her lips, and I saw Jack stiffen and his eyes close.
"I won't bite you, big man," Lana said, laughing.
Then I felt Lana's body tensing and shivering and saw Jack's face pale. I realized they were about to climax. Then I got a bit peeved. Where did Lissa and I come in for our thrills?
I tried to see and hear everything at once. Lana cried out sharply and jerked her pelvis in wild abandon. I knew she was creaming off in Lissa's mouth. I jerked my head around and saw Jack's heavy jock spurting a king-sized load at Lana's enticing lips. Most of the cream entered her mouth, but a little of it splashed onto her chin.
"Lick it off, honey!" she called to Lissa.
For a moment, Lissa held back, but since it was her own Jack's cream, she laved Lana's lips and chin.
I was getting impatient. Lissa and I had been cheated. Watching Lana and Jack get their jollies had given me one hell of a stone-ache. Lissa was getting mad, too. Her eyes were narrowed and she was breathing raggedly. She faced her hubby and the little Hawaiian cutie.
"Big deal, you two!" she growled. "Now get your asses out of here while Wayne and I do a little fucking, ourselves!"
Jack grinned, licked his lips and looked at Lana. She grinned back. Glancing at Lissa and me, he said, "Go to it, you cunt-lappers. Lana and I will be playing cock robber in the north bedroom."
Lana chuckled and toyed with his big limber cock. I told myself it wouldn't stay limber very long!
WAYNE
Alone with Lissa, I stared at her and she stared at me, then we both shook our heads and chuckled. I grabbed her and kissed her long and hard on her curvy lips.
"Wayne, you old dear." she murmured, "where the devil have you been keeping that stem of yours? I've been lying awake nights, dreaming of another fuck with you."
"It's been right here, just aching to hide in that marvelous bare pussy of yours," I said, spidering her tantalizing thighs. "It is still bare, isn't it?"
"Of course! Feel!" She guided my fingers to her enticing pelvis.
I did, and my cock almost went into convulsions.
"Will it do, honey?" she asked, wiggling.
"It will. For chrissake, I'm almost afraid to screw you again. I'm scared I'll faint from sheer joy."
"Let's gamble on it, big man," she said, toying with my bag. "What do you say?"
"You said it, baby," I gasped.
I grabbed her and we fell onto the bed, locked in each other's arms. Her sparkling eyes probed mine and her fingers clutched my hair. Her carmine-tipped boobies pressed hard against my small ones, and she rubbed her nipples against mine. My cock was jerking, my balls tightening. Her arms went around my shoulders and her lips and tongue spanked mine. She spread her snow-white thighs and clasped her hands under her head.
"Wayne, big man," she cooed, "I'm nuts about you. I-I even dream we're doing it and about to cream off. Then I wake up before I can come. It-it's tough, honey."
I said nothing, but I felt like a king all the way from ass to appetite.
She lifted her back, twisted her hips and cupped her titties. I darted my tongue against her exquisite carmine nipples. She writhed and whimpered.
"It-it's so good, honey," she gasped. "I-I love you, boy."
I turned her over on her belly, put my hands under her and drew her up tight. She was on her elbows and knees, her pelvis writhing.
"Is it-are you okay, Lissa?" I asked.
"Anything you say, Wayne. You're the boss."
I moved in close behind her and let my jock's jerking head rub the lips of her alluring cunt. I felt them spread slightly, then grasp my cock. It was stiff and hard as a poker, and glided easily into her juicy pussy. It palpitated and clutched like a miser's fist. It felt swell! My cock throbbed and my balls jerked up violently. Omar, you old adulterer, I thought, none of your famous houris could have possibly thrilled you more than this wonderful Lissa!
Straining her to me, I began working my cock in and out. Her cunt fitted me as tightly as a teenager's pants leg. Shortly, Lissa's alluring ass was writhing, humping. She met my every thrust. I was hot as a Saturday Night Special, and Lissa was hotter. My cock felt as if it were being clamped in that miser's fist, but this time the fist had flaming fingers.
Lissa was humping so furiously I feared I'd come before I wanted to, and before she could match me. She was so damn swell a chick I couldn't stand the thought of cheating her. And I knew our orgasm would be a hundred times more ecstatic if we could blow it together.
She was starting to writhe in earnest, quivering and rolling her head violently from side to side. I knew her magic moment was almost upon her.
"Wayne, honey," she gasped, "you dear, marvelous man! I-I-it's about to happen. Oh ... oh ... now it is happening. I am coming. Fuck me, big man, do it hard and fast ... Now ... now..."
I really let her have it. In a second or two my cock started pulsing and spurting. My balls pulled up so hard I feared they'd climb into my belly. My cream hit her just as her pussy was pulsing and clutching my spurting stem, and we came together.
"Please, Wayne, don't-don't leave me," she murmured hoarsely. "Just let it soak for a minute."
She kept to her elbows and knees until my cock got as limber as the neck of a gone gander. I could still feel her cunt clutching and palpitating my spent cock. At length her body relaxed on the bed and I rested my head on her pretty buttocks.
We lay there for a short time, breathing raggedly, and relaxing. Then I crept up beside her. She pulled her body over me and kissed me softly on the cheek.
"Wayne, honey," she muttered, "I'm going to have you on our next party or raise all kinds of hell. I-I don't give a damn what Jack or Pet or anybody says."
"Suits me, Lissa," I said. "I go for you any time."
From her belly upward, Lissa's body spread out rapidly, her high titties perched large and marble-white on her chest. Her bouncing walk would make any man's jock jerk and stiffen. It would be hard to keep it from poking a hole in his pants as he watched her ass rotating. Her ample hips would sway alluringly and her pelvis move in unison.
Gazing at her, I felt a tingling in my balls, and darned if my prick didn't lift its head and start weaving about like a snake spotting a frog. But what it glimpsed wasn't a frog, or even a toad. It was Lissa's incredibly alluring bare cunt.
"Oh, Wayne," she cried, "you-you're-it's almost-"
"Right, honey," I muttered. "It's begging for a nice hot spot, where it can speak its piece."
She got to her knees, rubbing her large boobies against my thigh, and circling my cock with her curvy lips. Up and down her pretty head moved; up and down, while her smooth fingers caressed my balls. Ye gods, I didn't want to shoot my wad this way! I wanted to do it au naturel. Gently' I pulled my jock from her lips and mounted her. She didn't object. She propped up her head and spread her snow-white thighs. I saw that enticing bare pussy, one to make a whoremaster drool with desire. Its ruby lips were spreading and pulsing and her shapely back was arching.
I pushed my prick all the way in with one savage thrust. She cried out, then kissed and bit my small titty fiercely. "Jesus, big man," she muttered, "you hit a vital spot. You want to make me cream off with one stroke?"
"Sorry, honey."
"Don't be. Do it again like-like that."
I wanted this thrilling fuck to last as long as possible, so I held back a little. I was even tempted to let my jock soak for a few moments, but Lissa was rearing to go.
"Closer, honey," she moaned. "Closer! Let me have all of that big thing."
I rammed home again and again, increasing the tempo until my jock and her pussy were hotter than a firecracker riding a rocket. Lissa began twisting, whimpering and pounding the bed with her fists. For a moment I feared she would dump us both to the floor. Her legs clutched my back in a tight grasp, and I grabbed her buttocks with both hands. We thrashed about, bucked and fucked in violent abandon until paradise peak loomed before our distorted vision.
"Now, Wayne, honey, now, now!" she cried. "I-I-oh, I'm about to float away. Hold me tight, baby, hold me tight. Oh ... oh ... I-it's coming. Now ... now..."
Her cream hit my cock and we thrilled to a mutual climax.
That was all, brother. I was so sated I just let my head drop forward between her silken boobies and inhale their delicious fragrance. For a few minutes we lay there, breathing raggedly until we were relaxed.
This, as you know, wasn't my first ecstatic fucking encounter with the alluring Lissa. Now don't be a sap, fellow, I told myself. Slip you stiff stem into her every time you get the ghost of a chance!
WAYNE
By this time Pet was really swelling with Fritz's developing brat, and of course, I didn't try to screw her. I don't go for cruelty to animals-and people.
"Cool it, you old prick licker," she told me at the supper table. "Take a couple doses of saltpeter. You don't have to shoot your wad every day and twice on Sunday."
A load of black-eyed peas fell off my fork. 'The devil you say! You should talk. You got Fritz, the long-peckered stud, over here damn near every night to chat about his 'bouncing baby boy.'"
"Well, so what? Talk never injured anybody. That's all we do, while you're out sniffing for strange pussy."
I glared at her. "Sniffing doesn't get it. I haven't had a piece in a whole week."
"Don't kid me, big man. That little Hawaiian cutie's been wearing out the phone asking for you. What did you do to her-give her the French tickler treatment?"
I almost overturned my coffee cup. "You-you mean Lana Maku? I thought she'd left town."
"Like fun you did! You two are nuts about each other."
I shook my head and said nothing, but my thoughts were racing. Screw Lana! Sure, why not! Pet was cold as a frozen turd, and I didn't think she'd mind if I strayed out and cut me an extra slice of pussy. So I meandered down to the corner pay phone and called Lana.
"Where've you been, honey?" Her tone was sugar sweet--and hopeful. "I've called and called, but your wife always claims you're out."
"Normal, baby," I said, "but that doesn't mean I've forgotten you. How-how's it look for a little loving?"
"Jam up, honey. Just say the word-when and where."
"I'll be waiting in the bus station around eight. Meet me and we'll go to a motel and let joy be unconfined."
I could hear her moan and sigh. "Joy is right, baby. I'll be there with my pussy twitch-mg.
We had a shower during the afternoon, and by evening the air was clean and cool. Damn!
What a night for a thrilling fucking fracas with the sexy Lana!
When we got to the Sterling Motel, a few miles southwest of town on the freeway, my jock was jerking and Lana was licking her lips in anticipation. We got in easily. I signed the register as "John Jones and Wife." The clerk was a little weasel with sharp, darting eyes.
"John Jones, eh?" he sneered. "Scads of Joneses this evening. Little shy on the Browns and Smiths."
"Okay, bud," I growled. "Where?"
"Cabin twelve, six down on your right."
It was cool and comfortable in the cabin. Lana stood before me, already breathing raggedly and trembling slightly.
"Take it easy, baby," I calmed her. "Unwind. Everything's jake."
I started to shed my clothes. Lana still looked upset.
"What is it, baby? You're jumpy as a cat on a tin roof."
She said nothing, just threw her arms around me and kissed me hotly. Man, it was sweet and thrilling.
"Wayne," she said at last, "you probably won't believe me, but I-I'm a virgin."
"You-you're pulling my leg." I toyed with her boobies through her frilly blouse. "Didn't Jack Gilham, didn't he-"
"No, Wayne. We-we did it french. I-I couldn't let him fuck me. I was thinking about you."
"Baby, you-you got to be spoofing! I was sure you knew the score and-"
"I do-I do, honey, but no man has ever got it in me-past the maidenhead. I-want you to do it. I-I love you, Wayne."
Ye gods, another virgin! It couldn't be. In our circle I hadn't thought there was such an animal. Yet little Lana was deadly serious. I felt my cock jerk up and my balls tingle. She wanted me, eh? Well, I'd never figured to break a girl's barrier, but Lana was asking for it...
I helped her shed her clothes and ran my hands over her shapely shoulders and firm boobies. She was alluring, her legs delicate and well-formed. Her hips were round and flared, her buttocks high and firm-looking. Her hair was blue-black, and the triangular fuzz, jealously trying to conceal her carmine-lipped pussy, was the same shade.
When we were both stark naked, she glanced down at my jerking cock and shuddered. "It-it's so big and long, honey," she gasped. "It-it'll hurt me terribly, won't it?"
"Just a little at first," I lied, drawing her closer and stroking her beautiful hair. "I'll take it very, very easy with you, baby. Of course, if you don't actually want me to-"
"Oh, but I do, Wayne, I do! I'll be so happy, knowing you are the very first. I-I'd love to marry you, if we could."
I chuckled. "That would be a little tough right now, Lana."
When my naked skin touched hers, she gasped and trembled violently. I held her tight, kissed her lips long and hard, and darted my tongue against hers. I let my hands roam over her petal-soft back, then cup her firm boobies. I kissed and spanked the rosy nipples. They stiffened and stood out instantly.
"Wayne, Wayne," she cooed, "that-that's wonderful."
I bit the nipples gently, then let my hands roam down to her pelvis. She whimpered and pushed against my fingers. I started to guide her to the bed, but she threw her arms about my neck and kissed me fiercely. Then I lifted her bodily and we fell onto the bed together, locked in each other's arms. She lay there, staring at me, her dark eyes wide. The little darling was scared half to death! But my cock? It had no conscience; it was too stiff and hard.
"Cool it, baby," I said softly. "I'm not going to make you suffer."
Gently I began to toy with her pretty, flat belly and her gorgeous thighs. Then I started to spank her carmine nipples with my tongue. She gasped and twisted, pushing her boobies harder against my lips. I bit the nipples gently. She strained me to her and began grinding her pelvis against mine. I grasped her hand and guided it to my throbbing cock. She squeezed it, sighed and shuddered. Slowly I spread her shapely thighs and she lifted her knees. Carefully I slipped in between her thighs and raised her firm buttocks. I let the knob of my jock ease through the triangle of pelvic hair, covering the crimson lips of her enticing pussy. It touched her large clit. She whimpered and shivered.
"Oh, Wayne, big man," she moaned, "I-I'm ready, honey. I-I want it, all of it. I've dreamed about this a long time. Let me have it, darling. Let it hurt if it must. I-I love you!"
Whew! She wasn't kidding. So I pushed down gently and felt the head enter her pussy just an inch or two. She bucked and thrashed around, lifting her pelvis. Again I darted my tongue against her nipples. Furiously she arched her back and her cunt palpitated and grasped. My cock went in a bit more. She'd been telling me the truth! Her pussy was tight as that old miser's fist! She jerked upward again and my tool hit the barrier. She cried out sharply, but surged up again.
"Oh, big man," she gasped, "I-tit does hurt, but-but it feels so good, too. Why-why is that?"
"It's nature, baby."
"Go ahead, honey," she moaned, "do it, do it hard!"
Feeling like a cad, I damn near pulled out, but she was begging for it. So I thrust down hard until I felt my balls touch her anus. Little Lana had lost her cherry! A chilly thrill raced through me, flashing all the way from my ingrown toenail to my wavy hair. Lana's pussy was uneducated but tight and good.
My teeth clamped down on my lower lip. This was no time to stop. I wanted her to come, even if it was a bit painful. The pain would only add to her enjoyment. So I clutched her hips and spread her thighs wider. Impulsively she locked her legs about my back. Her eyes were closed tight, her face pale and set. I plunged in and out while she moaned and beat the bed with her small fists.
"Wayne, Wayne," she cried," she cried, "I-I-it's so good. I never dreamed it would be like this. I'm never going to let you go. You hear? Never!"
Well, I wasn't so sure about that, but I had little time to think. The peak of paradise was looming before us. This was going to be breathtaking, spine-chilling. My balls were drawing up so tight I feared they'd invade my belly. I could feel that familiar preliminary tingling in my bag.
"It's coming, doll," I gasped. "Get ready."
"I am, big man, oh ... I am. Do it hard and fast..."
I obeyed her, and a moment later she cried out sharply and shuddered as I felt my cock spurting its cream deep inside her ravishing pussy. She kept thrusting against me till we were completely sated ...
After a bit I pulled out and went to the bathroom. My stem was a trifle bruised and bloody, proving that little Lana had indeed been a virgin. I washed it in warm water and went back to Lana. She was relaxing on her stomach, her little round prat looking me in the face. She twisted her neck, smiled and murmured, dreamily, "Wayne, big man, I hope I get stuck. I really do. I'm crazy for you and I-I'd just love our baby. Then"-she chuckled-"we'd have to get married. And I'd let you have it ten times a day!"
"Back up, baby!" I exclaimed. "That's much too much of a good thing to really believe."
Marry her? Well, there was a thing or two to block that, unless maybe ... Yes, it could happen, and it might not be bad at that!
EPILOGUE
A year has glided by since all the foregoing happened. No use burdening you with too many details, but Pet's baby got here in fine shape-a yowling, eight-pound boy. Fritz and Pet are married and happy as a newly married couple should be after that first thrilling night in bed. I let Pet get a divorce and Fern let Fritz do--likewise. Fern and I are free agents, and she's hinted that any time I crave to split the gorgeous red curls jealously trying to hide her tantalizing pussy she'll point her dimpled knees at the Milky Way and I can climb on the milk wagon.
And Lana Maku? The luscious Hawaiian cutie is still in town. I didn't stick her, of course. Is her pussy more thrilling than Fern's? That's the big question. I can't make up my mind-they're both that good. I'll just have to sleep on it. Meantime, I can enjoy the best damn screwing in the world-a sexy redhead Caucasian and a sizzling dark-haired Oriental. Lana will worship me and bow low. I can be her number one boy. If I ask her, she'll go to hell and back for me. Fern will smile sweetly and give me that alluring come-on with her big sparkling eyes.
Damn it, I think I'll marry Lana! Yet Fern is a marvelous hunk of tail. Maybe I can dream about them and see which one gives me the biggest erection.
Pet got rid of her French poodle. She wouldn't tell me why. I guess she just got tired of his continual sneaking out and hunting up a hot bitch.
Oh, yes! Tennie Jackson married a big black stud and got pregnant in a jiffy. A few days ago, she barged into the office, lugging a cute little baby on her hip. He grinned and cooed, showing the whites of his dark eyes for everybody. Of course, he didn't have straight hair or golden-brown skin!
